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Pining In The Pines
Dean x reader
Word count-3843
Warnings- Angst, some fluff
Summary- Y/N and the boys have to go on a hunt in her old hometown. She's not happy to go home, and especially not when Dean makes a comment that brings up bad memories. How will she take it? And will Dean be able to make it right?
A/N- This fills my Secret Passageway square for @jacklesversebingo
First, I suck at summaries đ Second, this fic is a little self-indulgent. I've written it about where I'm actually from and the stigma about the people in this area. I really hope you like it!
âSo, get this,â Sam started the conversation as he looked at his laptop.Â
Y/N couldnât stop the giggle that bubbled in her chest. It never failed. When he found a hunt, the first words out of his mouth were, âSo, get this.â Thatâs how she and Dean knew to stop and pay attention. He had something they needed to hear. So, she tried to contain her laughter and give Sam the attention he wanted.Â
âY/NâŚDo you have to laugh every single time?â Sam groaned but didnât wait for a response, continuing with what he wanted to say, âThereâs supposedly been a Wendigo spotted in Morehead, Kentucky. Homeowners caught it on their security camera for their driveway.â
âMoreheadâŚIsnât that close to where you grew up, sweetheart?â Dean wondered, looking over at the huntress beside him.Â
âItâs a few counties over, but yeah, itâs close enough. Did you say there was footage?â she questioned, leaning forward to look at Samâs laptop as he spun it around for her and Dean to see.Â
Her breath caught in her throat as Dean put his hand on her lower back as he leaned forward to watch the video. As much as she didnât want to admit it, she had fallen in love with the eldest Winchester. But how was she supposed to be around him, living in the bunker with him, and not fall head over heels?Â
It was true that he had a temper, could be a real grump, and be downright mean sometimes. But, over the years, sheâd learned that his temper flared most when someone he cared about was in danger. He would be grumpy when the weight of the world had gotten almost too heavy to bear, and he tried to push it down and keep it bottled up. He was mean when he thought he needed to push someone he cared about away because he was the one putting them in danger. To her, that was just the sign of a man who had been hurt, a man who loved deeply, one who cared so much that the thought of losing someone he loved was unbearable. So, how was she not going to fall for him at some point?Â
But thatâs as far as it went. She would never admit her feelings. She couldnât. The likely rejection would be her end, and she would have to leave the bunker. Sheâd rather pine for him in tortuous silence than not have him in her life at all. So, as always, she shoved her feelings back down, focusing on the screen in front of her, and prepared for the hunt she knew was coming.Â
âEarth to Y/N,â Dean nudged her, clearly seeing she was in her own little world.Â
âYeah, yeah. Iâm watching,â she rolled her eyes, trying to hide that she was fantasizing about the green-eyed Adonis.Â
âWhere was that pretty little head of yours?â he teased, his words making her heart ache. If only he really thought that way.Â
âJust thinking of what Iâll need to pack. âCause weâre clearly going to Kentucky, am I right?â she lied, hoping they would buy it.Â
âYeah, we have to check this out. Iâve never heard of a Wendigo this far east before,â Sam answered, getting Deanâs attention away from her. Thank Chuck.Â
âThereâs a lot of things in the Appalachian mountains that no one knows about. Trust me, you donât want to be caught in those woods alone after dark,â she shivered at the thought.Â
âDonât tell me youâre scared of the dark?â Dean tried to tease, but she gave him a stern look that made him think twice.Â
âYou should know that Iâm not scared of the dark. I follow you into some of the darkest, creepiest places on earth. But, I grew up there, Dean. Itâs not even just the monsters you have to worry about. I mean, there are bears, mountain lions, wolvesâŚâ she trailed off, not wanting to mention some of the crazy people that live in those mountains.Â
âOkay, okay,â Dean huffed, throwing his hands up in mock surrender, âI get it.âÂ
âYou better. You have to keep your head on a swivel while weâre in the woods. Iâd hate to have to save your sorry ass from the real-life Yogi Bear,â she winked, âBecause your ass will be the picnic basket.âÂ
Dean crossed his arms over his chest, annoyed at her sarcasm as Sam laughed. Even though she was crazy in love with him, she could give him shit right back. And to be honest, she thoroughly enjoyed frustrating him. As she saw it, it was payback for him making her love him in the first place. She continued to chuckle as she went to her room to pack. Y/N didnât like the thought of going home. Too many memories sheâd like to forget. But duty calls, so she was packing her bags for the long drive to southeast Kentucky.Â
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âI highly doubt thereâs a Wendigo here. They donât stay in the wide-open woods,â Dean complained while trekking through the mountains.Â
âDean, do you not know anything about the topography of Kentucky?â Y/N asked, shaking her head in annoyance. Heâd been in a mood all day.Â
âYes, sweetheart. I spend all my free time studying the layout of a state I rarely ever visit,â his sarcasm made her want to smack him in the head.Â
âWell, dear,â she said just as sarcastically, âKentucky is known for its underground cave systems. You know, Mammoth Cave. One of the biggest cave systems in the worldâŚâ Â
âOf course! Because spelunking is high on my to-do list!âÂ
âOh! Look at him, Sam. Heâs using big boy words like spelunking. Iâm so proud of you, Dean!â she half shouted at him. Trying to keep her voice down so as not to attract unwanted attention to whatever was out there.Â
âGuys! Knock it off. Weâre here to kill a Wendigo. Not for you two to kill each other!â Sam exclaimed, throwing his hands up in frustration.Â
âShe started it,â Dean whined, acting like a child.Â
âFuck off, Dean,â she growled as she walked ahead of them. Leading them to the caves she knew were close.Â
Y/N ignored the bickering between the brothers behind her as she made her way through the trees. She loved Dean, but today, she thought about leaving him in one of the caves they found. Heâd been an ass since they woke up at the motel, and she couldnât figure out what had his boxers in a bunch. Theyâd had to share a bed, but she didnât think heâd be that pissed about that, but she wouldnât put anything past him at that point. But, whatever it was, it tempted her to make him Wendigo lunch.Â
âSlow down, Y/N. Weâre not born and raised hillbillies like you are. Itâs taking us a little longer to navigate this hellscape,â Dean yelled, grumbling under his breath about her getting too far ahead.Â
Y/N froze. That was the last straw. Yes, sheâd been born and raised in the area, but that wordâŚHillbilly. Sheâd been trying to get rid of that stigma since she left the mountains, and now hearing Dean, the man she loved, call her that derogatory term was too much to take.Â
âLet me tell you something, asshole! Yeah, I grew up here, but Iâm not a fucking hillbilly! Iâll have you know not everyone who lives in Appalachia are backwoods, uneducated, rednecks! So, take that term, and shove it straight up your ass!â she screamed, her anger boiling over into dangerous territory.Â
Before either of the boys could say a word, a guttural, terrifying growl tore through the darkening woods. Y/N spun around to see what theyâd been there to find. The Wendgio was only about thirty feet behind her, moving in quickly. Sam shouted for her to get behind him, breaking her out of her stupor. Once sheâd cleared his line of sight, Sam grabbed his homemade flamethrower, flicking his lighter to ignite it, but nothing happened. He tried again but to no avail. Y/Nâs screams tore through the night airâŚ
âRun! Follow me!âÂ
The boys were quick at her heels as she weaved them in and out of the trees and underbrush. Dean couldnât help but think about how impressed he was at her agility in that terrain. He could tell sheâd grown up here and knew her way around, which brought him to his next thought. How guilty he felt for saying what he had. But now was not the time to apologize. Right now, he had to concentrate on not losing sight of her and getting shredded to pieces by the monster on their tails. Â
âHere! Guys, hurry!â she shouted, an old moonshining cabin in her sight.Â
Once she reached the cabin, she flung open the door, waiting for the boys to enter before slamming it shut, silently praying that the rickety lock would hold just long enough to devise a plan.Â
âWhat the hell happened back there?â Dean asked, hands on his knees as he panted for breath.Â
âI donât know! The flamethrower has never not worked before,â Sam answered with the same labored breathing as his brother.Â
âWell, we can figure that out later. Now, we need to figure out how to stay alive!â Y/N yelled, panic starting to set in.Â
âCalm down, sweetheart. Weâll be okay,â Dean tried to calm her down, but she was still too angry with him.Â
âDonât! Do not âsweetheartâ me! You had no right to talk to me like that!âÂ
âLook, swe- Y/N, Iâm sorry. But I donât understand why that made you so mad,â Dean spoke as he looked around the cabin for something to use as a makeshift weapon.Â
âThat was a shit apology, Winchester. JustâŚjust donât speak to me until we get out of this mess,â she groaned, then mumbled, âIf we live through this mess.âÂ
âHey!â Dean shouted, getting her attention, âWe are getting out of this. Donât talk like that.âÂ
âCan you tell me how you plan to get us out of here? Cause I donât see another way out except through the door that Wendigo is now trying to beat down!âÂ
As she walked toward Dean, her foot almost went through the floor, or at least it felt like it. She stopped, pushing down with her foot one more time. The bounce under her foot had her laughing loudly, and the boys looked at her like sheâd lost her mind. Dean spoke as she started to rip the rug she stood on out of the way.Â
âCare to tell us what you find so funny?âÂ
âThis!â she continued to laugh in relief as she pointed to the hatch in the floor where sheâd been standing, âItâs our way out!âÂ
âHow do you know that? It could be just an old cellar,â Sam asked, walking over to inspect what sheâd found.Â
âWell, as Dean so nicely put it, us hillbillies would dig secret passageways to transport the moonshine back and forth without the police seeing them. They almost always lead to an abandoned coal mine or cave opening. Sometimes other cabins.âÂ
âY/N, come on, I tried to apologize. I didnât know it would upset you that much,â Dean threw his hands up in exasperation.Â
âWell, it did, andâŚâ she started to argue when Sam interrupted them.Â
âMaybe you two can finish this fight once we know weâre not going to die? Letâs go!âÂ
Y/N and Dean simultaneously rolled their eyes. Sam would have told them they were two peas in a pod if they werenât in such a hurry to save their asses. Y/N was the first one down the ladder, explaining that sheâd be their best bet for not getting completely lost underground, and neither brother disagreed. Dean followed, with Sam on his heels. Once they were underground, Y/N led the way, and the boys were impressed with how well she could get around in the tunnels.Â
After what seemed like a lifetime, Dean was going to ask if she really knew where she was going, but before he could open his mouth, they turned a corner and could see a light up ahead in the tunnel's ceiling. Y/N was climbing the ladder through another hatch before Dean knew what was happening. Maybe her nickname should be Squirrel instead of him, he chuckled to himself. As the last brother made it out of the tunnel and into another cabin, Y/N slammed the hatch, pushing an old, heavy piece of furniture over it. Luckily, this one was still quite furnished, with beds still in the bedrooms and an old couch in front of a fireplace.Â
âThis is home until morning,â she stated, looking around, finding, albeit dusty, pillows and blankets in a closet.
âBetter than nothing,â Sam shrugged, walking into one of the bedrooms and shutting the door, leaving only one bedroom for her and Dean.Â
âLooks like weâre sharing again, sweetheart,â Dean chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.Â
âNah, take the bed. Iâll take the couch,â she whispered, not looking at him. Damn, she was still mad.Â
âIâm not taking a bed and putting you on an old debilitated couch, Y/N.âÂ
âItâs fine. My adrenaline is still too high to sleep. Besides, Iâll keep watch so you can get some rest. You have to drive us back to the bunker tomorrow. I can sleep in the car.âÂ
âY/NâŚâÂ
âNo, Dean, itâs fine. Please, just take the bed. Iâm too tired to argue,â she almost begged, wanting to be alone.Â
âI thought you said you werenât tired?â he smirked, trying to joke, but she wasnât having it.Â
âIâm mentally exhausted. I just need time to myself to wind down. Now, please, go get some sleep so we can get the hell out of here in the morning,â she pleaded, the look on her face breaking his heart. He had really hurt her with what he said.Â
âOkay, sweetheart. Good night,â he said dejectedly, knowing it would be a sleepless night. His guilt would make sure of it.Â
âNight,â she replied, turning her back to him, sitting down on the couch, staring out the window, never glancing his way. The click of the door made her wince as Dean went to bed.
Sleepless night was an understatement. Deanâs eyes didnât close once as he lay there thinking how wrong the day had gone. He and Y/N had argued since their feet hit the floor that morning. Him being an ass was the reason for it. He hated fighting with her, but when he woke that morning, she was curled up at his side, her head on his chest. Usually, a man wouldn't complain about having a beautiful woman wrapped around him, but it tends to put you in a pissy mood when itâs a woman you love but canât have.Â
Dean was ass over tea kettle for Y/N, but heâd never tell her that. She deserved so much better than being saddled with a man who could barely stand his own company most days. He drank too much, and he wasnât good at communicating how he felt. He knew that. Sam had told him many times he needed to learn to open up, but he didnât want to burden anyone with the shitshow that was his mind. Especially her. So, as with his other emotions, he pushed his love for her deep and tried to ignore it. Lately, that hadnât been working so well. As he lay there telling himself all the reasons he couldnât have her, a sound caught his attention. He tiptoed to the door, cracking it slowly, and what he saw had him rushing out the door.Â
âY/N, sweetheart, whatâs wrong? Are you okay?â he quizzed her as he rushed to her side, pulling her into his arms. Her sobs were what heâd heard.Â
âIâm fine, Dean. Go back to bed,â she hiccuped through her tears. She couldnât tell him the full truth.Â
âObviously, you are the opposite of fine. Talk to me.â
âThereâs nothing to talk about.âÂ
âHey, look at me,â he whispered, placing her chin between his thumb and index finger to turn her face to him, âIs this about today?âÂ
âPartially,â she admitted, trying to turn her head back to the window, but his grip wouldnât let her.
âY/NâŚIâm so so sorry. I know I was being an ass, but I had no idea it would hurt your feelings like that. Can you explain to me why? Iâm not trying to fight. I honestly donât understand.âÂ
âIâve tried to get rid of the âhillbillyâ stigma since I left this place. It's always the same thing whenever someone finds out where Iâm from. Thereâs this image people have about people from the Appalachian mountains that just arenât true. Weâre not a bunch of ignorant, uneducated people who live deep in the woods and never come out. Unfortunately, movies and TV shows have depicted us in such a bad light that most people think thatâs all we are. And when that term comes from the man youâŚâ she gasped, catching what she almost said. But Dean caught it as well.Â
âThe man you what, Y/N?â he asked, holding his breath. Was she about to admit what he thought? Maybe, just maybe, he could try to be better, be the man she deserved if she loved him too.Â
âDeanâŚâ she whimpered, trying to turn away from him again, but he wasnât letting her go now.Â
âUh uh, say it. Say it, Y/N,â he pleaded, his eyes staring into hers, âWere you going to say the man you loved?âÂ
âYes! Okay? I was going to say the man I loved!â she shouted in frustration as she jumped from the couch, finally breaking Deanâs hold on her, âNow, go ahead and tell me that you donât see me that way, tell me that you donât want me, so I can prepare to pack my shit and leave when we get back to the bunker. Because I canât stay there and see you every day after your rejection. I just canât.âÂ
Dean stood and walked to her as she stood staring out the window, her back to him after her confession. He touched her shoulder, gently turning her to face him. Her look of sadness and despair nearly ripped his heart from his chest. He thought having his heart literally ripped out would hurt less than seeing her like this. He slid his hand up from her shoulder to cup her cheek. A tear trickled down her face as she closed her eyes at his touch, and he swiped it away with his thumb.Â
âIs that what you want me to tell you, or do you want me to tell you the truth?â he asked softly, waiting for her to open her eyes, which didnât take a split second. Her eyes went wide.Â
âWhat are you saying?â she uttered shakily.Â
âIâm saying that I love you, too, Y/N. I have for a long time.âÂ
âBut, but,â she stuttered, trying to find her words, âYou were so mad at me when we woke up this morning. That isnât how someone acts when they love the person in bed with them.âÂ
âSweetheart, I was mad because I opened my eyes to the most beautiful woman Iâve ever seen curled up against me, and all I could think was how I wanted it to mean something, and I didnât think it ever would. If Iâm being honest, you could do so much better. And thinking Iâd never have you that way pissed me off because Iâve never wanted someone as bad as I want you, Y/N. Youâre my first thought when I wake up, and I fall asleep picturing you beside me. I know Iâm not a good man, and thereâs someone out there that could and would give you more than Iâll ever be able to, but if you really love me, Iâm going to be selfish for one time in my fucking life and ask you to give me a chance. I can guarantee that Iâm going to piss you off and probably hurt your feelings again, but it will never be intentional. So, what do you say? You want to give us a shot?â He poured his heart out to her, leaning his forehead against hers as he waited for an answer.Â
âDean, contrary to what you believe, you are a good man. You love with your whole being and fiercely protect those lucky enough to get that love. I know you donât believe you deserve it, but you deserve the world, Dean Winchester, and Iâd be honored to be the one to try and give it to you.âÂ
âReally?â he asked with a million-watt smile, leaning back to look her in the eye.Â
âIâve never wanted anything more,â she returned his smile, both sighing in relief.Â
âCome here,â he growled, pulling her face to his and kissing her passionately.Â
The kiss was better than either had imagined, and they both poured the love they felt for the other into it. They stayed that way until the need to breathe became too much, pulling away with smiles. He pulled her into a hug, laying his head on top of hers. They stayed silent for a few minutes before Dean broke the silence.Â
âSo, you want to move your stuff into my room when we get back?Â
âI donât know, Dean,â she pulled back, chewing on her bottom lip, âI really think we need to take this as slowly as possible. Make sure that weâre going to last.âÂ
âOh, yeah, okay,â he agreed, his heart clenching at the hurt he felt.Â
âIâm just joking,â she laughed, poking him in the ribs, âYouâre not going to get rid of me now!âÂ
âDamn it, Y/N! That wasnât funny! You almost gave me a heart attack,â he grumbled, not finding her joke all that funny.Â
âI think Iâm hilarious,â she smirked up at him.Â
âYouâre something, alright. Now, how about we both try to get some rest? We have a lot of packing to do when we get home,â he suggested, leading her toward the bedroom, âYou have a lot of shit. I donât know where weâre going to put it all.âÂ
âHa ha,â she deadpanned, âWell, we could always get rid of your vinyl collection to make room.âÂ
âHey! Those are fighting words,â he growled playfully, leaning down to nip at her bottom lip.Â
âBring it on, old man,â she cackled as his eyes shot up his forehead in shock.Â
âIâll show you an old man!â he said in faux anger, chasing her into the bedroom.Â
All that could be heard as the bedroom door shut was the laughter and playful banter between the new couple, and thatâs how it stayed for the years to come.
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domestic destiel with baby jack except that dean wants to kill himself the entire time because he feels like heâs trapped and canât keep going through these motions that he doesnât feel
#<3 i can make this work. i can make this interesting for me.#jack is also not actually baby heâs just shaped like that. he is also suffering and hates it#cas would be having a nice time except that no one else is and even if he doesnt know because theyre lying the vibes are rancid and bleeding#into him#sam is having a bad time too because dean is pushing him out of the picture to better fit the ideal of married life#even if all heâd rather do is live with his brother and chill and run the bunker#keeps saying âsam when are you going to marry eileen?â wedding ring on his finger from when he dragged his vows from his throat for cas to#be happy. (sam broke up with eileen months ago. he just wants his brother back. he wants his best friend back. he wants to stop sitting on#the outside of their family. he wants to see his son as his son and not when heâs pretending to be a child.)#this is going to explode so horribly for everyone <3#personally i think jack should finally lose it from how he has to play at being so much smaller and less than he is#and burn their fucking house down and run away to sam. and then dean and cas can divorce over the ashes#and then. maybe. they can move forward into a life they can be happy in. not one they force themselves to fit#spn#dean winchester#castiel spn#jack kline#aro!dean#tw suicide
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âËâšâĄ mean | sam winchester x reader
requested - heyy could u make a sam x reader thing where he fucks rlly roughly but heâs really sweet during aftercare bc the idea that sam is rough during but sweet after makes me weak in the kneesđŤ đ (anon)
a/n - this is. probably the most filthy thing iâve written. itâs just filthy smut. with a hint of sweetheart sam at the end. i need him so bad itâs not funny. still working on my longer plot fics but i wanted to get this out today to get back into writing!! hopefully you enjoy :) would very much appreciate feedback! <3
cws - fem!reader, 2.4k, nsfw 18+, meandom!sam turned soft!sam, oral f!recieving, praise, very mild choking, condescending words, p in v, mild overstimulation, tears, aftercare, fluff
other fics can be found on my masterlist
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She was convinced that Samâs mouth was a whole new kind of heaven.
Heâd already made her cum once with his mouth alone, large hands pressed into the plush of her thighs to keep them spread, her hips stilled, which were twitching with every sweep of his tongue. He was skilled, drawing the pleasure out of her like it was nothing. Sam had easily spent fifteen minutes down there, eating her out like a starved man, like it was all he wanted.
And she didnât know how she was still breathing. There was a relief that ran through her that Dean and Castiel werenât in the bunker that night, because even though they were shut away in the privacy of their room, she was sure that she wouldâve been heard. Sam had been pulling noises out of her all night, obscene lewd sounds that she wouldâve been embarrassed about being heard if it wasnât Sam with her.
He always made sure that as much as he made her feel, none of it was embarrassment.
His tongue flattened against her, licking a stripe up between her folds until he pressed against her clit and she shuddered, a horribly whiny sound pushed from her lungs when he closed his lips around the bead and sucked, like he was trying to pull the life out of her. Her hips jolted, unable to go anywhere as he had her pinned down, and she was practically seeing stars as Sam worked down there. She wondered if he was even breathing.
âSam- oh my godââ She whimpered, hissed in a breath when he licked back down to her entrance and his nose nudged against her clit, stomach clenching as she reached her hands down to grasp onto his hair, fingers curled into the soft strands.
And then he pulled away.
His hands left her thighs as his mouth left her, but she didnât have time to whine her complaints at the loss of sensation as his long fingers curled around her wrists, yanked her hands out of his hair. âWhat did I say, huh?â The tone of voice made her pussy clench around nothing. âHands to yourself. Youâre pretty bad at listening, baby.â
Sam shifted over her, his face over hers as he pushed her wrists down onto the pillows above her head, and she almost squirmed when she saw the look in his eyes, the way his lips were wet with her.
âAre you listening?â He squeezed her wrists as a reminder, and her eyes quickly flickered back up to his eyes. âDo I need to tie you up, or will you keep these here for me?â She knew he wouldnât hesitate to do it. Sam could be such a soft lover â heâd kiss every inch of her skin, whisper praises and compliments, tell her he loved her a thousand times as he made love to her. But he could also be like this, mean and demanding as he fucked her silly over and over. She wasnât sure which she liked more.
âIâll keep them there.â She breathed out, her voice still a little too whiny. Heâd gotten her so close to cumming again, the lack of stimulation was driving her crazy, her cunt throbbed as she stared up at him.
âOh yeah?â Sam narrowed his eyes like he didnât believe her, and let go of one of her wrists to take both into one of his large hands. Her eyes left his face to follow his second as it dipped down between them, fingering at the waistband of his boxers, until she heard a sharp, âeyes on me.â
Her gaze quickly flickered back up to his face. âSee? You can be good sometimes, canât you?â Sam cooed, boardering on condescending, as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her mouth, allowing her to taste herself. âYou just need some reminding, donât you, sweetheart? Get so lost in that pretty little head of yours when Iâm making you feel so good.â
Sheâd been so distracted by watching his face, head spinning with his words, that she didnât realise that heâd freed himself from his boxers until she felt the head of his cock nudging between her folds, gliding easily against her with the slick and spit collected there, and she mewled at the feeling, eyes squeezed shut as he nudged at her clit.
âEyes open,â his hands left her wrists â which she knew now to keep still â and his fingers splayed across her jaw, squeezing unkindly until she looked up again. âDonât make me tell you again. You wanna be good for me, donât you?â
She nodded dumbly, sucked in a sharp breath through her teeth as he rubbed her clit with his cock. Teasing her. âMhm, I will.â
âYou will?â Sam gave her jaw one more squeeze, just for good measure, before he wrapped his fingers around the bare skin of her throat. He didnât squeeze, didnât put any pressure, just held her, but the threat was there. The head of his cock rested up against her slickened entrance as his head dipped down, lips brushed her ear as he whispered, âwhatâs your colour?â
They had a pretty rigid safe word system set out â it was something he went over with her every time they had sex, especially like this, when he was mean and grabby and knew that she wouldnât like it every time. If she so much whispered the word red heâd be up and off of her before she could blink.
But all that left her words was a whiny, âGreen, please Sammy.â
She felt his lips curve up against her ear as he smirked. âGood girl.â
Without warning he pushed into her and she sucked in a sharp breath, her own fingers grabbed at each other in an attempt to keep her hands still, and she shoved a breath out of her throat. Heâd worked her open with his fingers when heâd been settled down between her legs, but she still felt the stretch, the burn as he settled his cock deep inside of her, and for a moment she had to remember to breathe back in.
âFuck honey,â he grunted in her ear, fingers gripped her throat just slightly tighter, still only enough for her to feel pressure. âSo tight for me, baby. Can barely take it, huh?â
He pulled back before he rutted back inside and she whimpered, squeezing her own fingers together so tightly so she didnât break his rule. Needing to hold onto him somehow, though, her thighs clamped harshly around his hips, already trembly from the first orgasm heâd pulled from her.
He thrust in again, and again, and again, and soon she saw stars, gasping and whimpering with every drag of his cock against her gummy walls, pleasure rippling through her in waves that made her stomach clench, her cunt clamped down so tightly around him it was a wonder he could move at all.
âSo noisy baby,â he crooned on a particular harsh thrust that made her whine, fingers a little tighter around her throat. âCanât help yourself, can you?â He huffed with another thrust. âNeed me to do all the work, hm? Greedyââ he grunted, âgreedy girl.â
It took an embarrassingly short time for her to get close again. Sam was fucking her with determination, grunted every time he pushed himself back in, the head of his cock nudged the soft spongey spot inside of her that made her shudder again and again and again until she was a mess beneath him, lewd wet sounds accompanying her whimpers with each shift of his hips, her pussy fluttering around the stretch of his girth.
He didnât slow down, didnât ease up, didnât give her a breather. She was close to tears by the time she was almost there, already sensitive from her first orgasm.
She clenched around him and his fingers, in turn, tightened on the sides of her throat. She trusted him, she knew he wouldnât push it too far. Just enough for her to feel a little dizzy, for the bliss to wash over her like a high.
âSam- mm- Sammyââ She was practically blabbering as her eyes filled with tears, gasping with each thrust, each smack of his hips against hers.
âOh honey,â he cooed, condescending, mean. âToo much, hm? Need something?â
His hand loosened on her throat and she inhaled a little shakily.
âPleaseââ she whined, blinking through tears up at him. She didnât miss the flicker in his eyes as the tears dribbled down her cheeks, but she knew that he knew sheâd tell him if it was too much. It had happened before, neither of them messed around when it came to their safe words.
âPlease what, huh?â He thrust in harshly and she groaned, cunt fluttering, so closeâ âAh-ah, not yet. Donât you need to ask me something, dolly?â He squeezed her throat once. âYou remember what happens if you cum without asking, donât you?â
Of course she did. The week prior sheâd cum too soon, and he spent the next what felt like hours edging her, too skilled with his fingers, words too filthy that they made her head spin. Heâd made such a mess of her that she hadnât been able to even get up off of the bed for a little while after he finally let her cum.
âMhm, mm, yeahââ she inhaled shakily, whining, thighs clamped tighter around his hips. âPlease- please can I- please let meââ she groaned.
âLet you what?â He was dragging it out, the fucker, grunting into her ear as he leaned down over her, pushed his cock so deep her vision almost whitened out. âTell me, honey. Use those words for me, câmon.â
The tears were bubbling over faster, rolling down her flushed cheeks. âLet me cum, baby, please.â
âAsking so nicely,â he grunted, pressed a kiss to the shell of her ear. âHow can I say no to something so pretty, hm? âCourse you can, baby, go ahead.â
It wasnât his words that did it for her, but the hand that snuck between them and pressed down on her stomach, the press of his cock suddenly so much more delicious that she almost fucking fainted.
She came with a breathless whine, hips jerked as she finally gasped a breath and whined again, her cunt throbbed around his cock as he kept pumping, rode her through it entirely. Her head tipped back, his mouth on her neck as her eyes squeezed shut, colours danced on the inside of her eyelids, her own little fireworks display.
Sam came shortly after, groaned into her ear in a way that almost made her cum again, and he rutted into her a few more times before he stopped, warmth spreading through her as he panted against her shoulder.
âFuck,â he huffed, his own chest heaved, brushing against her bare skin. âOh sweetheart.â The shift in his demeanour was palpable, soft kisses immediately littered across her shoulder and collarbone, palms flattened to smooth over her sweat-dampened skin. He could be so mean in the moment, so dominating and controlling that he left her a fucking mess underneath him, but afterwards? Heâd probably feed her grapes and fan her if she asked him to.
She was still gasping for breath, head spinning, and when she knew she wouldnât be told off for it her hands lifted, immediately clung to his warm shoulders. She loved the way his shoulders felt underneath her touch, muscles rippling with every movement.
Sam kissed up her throat and jaw before he landed on her mouth, and he kissed her slowly, huffed breaths into each other's mouths as he licked between her lips, sweeped behind her top teeth, their lips both wet with spit.
By the time he had pulled away, heâd so thoroughly kissed her that she almost had her breath back.
âYou okay?â His voice was so soft it was like there was an entirely different person on top of her compared to five minutes prior. His hand left her throat, smoothed upwards and cupped her jaw. She felt him thumb away tears that had fallen, some clung to her eyelashes, somewhat cool against her hot and flushed skin.
She nodded as she stroked her fingertips along his shoulders with her fingertips, like sheâd committed him to memory. She had.
âHey,â he lightly tapped her cheekbone with his thumb. âNeed words, honey.â
She couldnât help her smile. He was so caring she sometimes wanted to cry. âMâokay,â she whispered, voice soft like sheâd shared a secret. âReally good. Youâre so good, Sammy.â She praised, tilted her head to kiss his wrist, and he smiled and blushed like he hadnât just been the one to fuck the life out of her.
âSays you,â Sam leaned down and kissed her forehead. âYouâre perfect. Love you,â another kiss. âLove you so much.â
She smiled so much her cheeks hurt. âLove you too.â
Sam smiled too, that soft smile that made his dimples peek out, eyes crinkled at the corners, and he stroked her cheekbone again. âMâgonna pull out, okay?â
Only when she nodded did he shift, slowly pulled his hips back until she was empty, until all she could feel was the wetness coated between her thighs.
âChrist, made a mess of you,â he murmured, not in the condescending tone from before, instead something closer to admiration. âYouâre so pretty when you cum, yâknow that?â
She blushed, hard, and shrugged as her cheek dipped to meet her shoulder.
Sam laughed, rolled his eyes as he leaned in and kissed her again. âDonât get all shy on me now.â
She was still blushing when he helped her sit up, fingers delicately curled around her elbows to pull her upright, her back also damp with sweat. Theyâd need to change the sheets.
âTwo options,â Sam murmured as he gently stroked hair away that was stuck to her forehead, baby hairs that clung to her temples. âWe take a shower and let me wash your hair and then go get food, or you let me run you a bath and you wait there looking all pretty for me while I get you something we can eat in there so I can dote on you.â
âYou just wanna wash my hair huh?â
Sam smiled. âGuilty.â
Her fingers found his, intertwined with a squeeze. âBath sounds nice,â she eventually settled on. âAs long as you donât take too long in the kitchen. Iâll miss you.â
He was laughing when he pressed another kiss to her mouth. âOf course. Promise to not take too long, okay?â
She giggled and nodded, smiled against his mouth when he kissed her again. âOkay.â
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true blue
summary: it's raining and you're fed up with sam and his attitude
pairings: sam winchester x reader, sam winchester x gn! reader
words: 1.6K
warnings: no mentions of y/n, angst, fluff, kissing, some strong language, not beta'd, first time writing for sam, title inspo is the song BLUE by billie eilish
a/n: i was inspired to write this from the picture above and by bestie mari @prentissluvr (fellow sam lover) who posted about wet hair sam and it spiraled into this LOL. also new layout/formatting is inspired by mari as well đ¤.
and yes I'm finally writing for supernatural after watching the show since October lol
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The door to the motel room shut with a loud 'bang' as you marched away from the room. You heard the door open and Sam calling out for you. Your pace quickened as you weaved through the motel parking lot, trying to get to your car before Sam could reach you.
You fiddled with the keys to your car, your hands shaking from the lingering anger you were feeling from the argument you had with Sam in the room. Sam was sidelining you as of late, and you were getting fed up with it. This hunt, which was taking out a nest of vampires, was the last straw. You had a close call with the bloodsucker, but Dean managed to kill it before you were bitten. You all came out with some bumps and bruises, but nothing too severe.
When you guys came back to the motel, Sam was being short and distant from you, and it was irritating you to no end. Dean was out at a nearby bar for the night when you confronted Sam about his pissy attitude towards you. It had spiraled into a heated argument, and Sam's stubbornness and constant deflections from the truth were the last straw. You promptly left the motel room, fuming.
You stuck your key into the car door and began to open it before it was abruptly slammed shut. You saw Sam's hand on the window of your car, and you looked to your left to see the hardened face of the tall Winchester staring down at you. Â
"I wasn't done talking to you." Sam said, his voice barely concealing his irritation.
"Too bad, I was." You snarked before opening your car door again before it was shut again by Sam.
Thunder echoed throughout the surrounding area, but you paid no mind to it. You were too busy glaring daggers at Sam while he glared right back at you with his hazel eyes. Even in the shitty blue neon lighting coming from the motel's sign at the entrance of the parking lot, you could see that Sam's eyes were stormy, looking more grey than the kaleidoscope of colors you were used to seeing.
You hated how pretty he looked with the blue light illuminating his face.
Your glare was unwavering as you turned to face him completely, crossing your arms over your chest and trying to keep your emotions in check since they seemed to go completely haywire when you were around Sam.
"Are you going to say something or can I leave?" You ask, your tone sharp.
"Depends, are you going to run away again?" Sam shoots back, making your left eye twitch in anger.
Tiny raindrops began to fall from the sky.
You scoffed at Sam. "I thought it was clear that I was leaving." You jangled your keys obnoxiously in front of his face.
Sam's lips pulled into a thin line before he snatched them out of your hand and shoved them into his pocket.
"What the hell Sam!"
"You're not leaving until I finish with what I have to say."
"Do I have to? Because you made the message pretty clear to me." You huffed. "Give me my keys back." You held out your hand, your palm facing up in front of Sam.
Sam shook his head, a strand of hair falling into his face before he pushed it back. Your eyes followed his movement before you flinched, feeling some rain falling on your face. The tiny raindrops started becoming larger and falling faster. You could feel your hair and clothes dampening as it began to rain harder.
Sam glanced back at the motel. "Let's go back inside and out of the rain."
You shook your head. "No, I want to leave Sam. I'm done."
You could see confusion fill Sam's eyes as his eyebrows furrowed. "What do you mean?"
You threw your head back in frustration, letting out a low groan. "With you Sam and your piss poor attitude that I've been dealing with since we started this hunt."
At this point, the rain began to come down faster, and the pavement of the parking lot was slick with water. The both of you were soaked at this point, your clothes clinging to your body as water dripped down your face. You didn't care that you were getting wet; all you wanted was answers from Sam. Â
Sam's jaw clenched as he looked down at his shoes. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Are you kidding me right now?" You scoffed while shaking your head. "You are being ridiculous. You know precisely what I'm talking about because you're doing it to me right now. Being clueless with me isn't very cute Winchester." His last name came out clipped from your mouth.
Sam huffed a breath before standing up straighter, meeting your gaze. "Okay, you want to know why I'm acting this way? It's because you were being reckless today and you could have gotten yourself killed."
Your face scrunched up at his words. "I was not being reckless. Besides, we handled the nest, and no one was gravely injured."
"That's not the point." Sam sighed frustratedly while running a hand through his wet hair. Â
"Okay, it's clear that I'm not getting the point, so please spell it out for me.
"You could have gotten hurt or worse."
You still didn't understand Sam. "I know that. It's an occupational hazard in our line of work. I don't see the big deal here."
Sam groaned, wiping his wet face, and took a step closer to you. "You are seriously not getting it."
"Yeah, clearly! Are you going to tell me why it was such a big deal or are you going to keep skirting around the real reason." You looked at Sam expectantly, fed up with the vagueness of his words.
Sam pursed his lips before looking away from you. "I can't." He muttered.
Your left eye twitched again. "You've got to be kidding me," You murmured to yourself.
"Can't or won't?" You asked, raising your voice for Sam to hear, trying to meet his gaze, but he refused to look at you.
The silence from Sam spoke volumes. You nodded your head and clicked your tongue. You took a step back from Sam and turned around. You started to walk away from him.
"Where are you going?" You heard him call out, his tone almost panicked.
"Preferably somewhere far away from you." You yell back, keeping your gaze in front of you as you try to shove your hands into your jackets, but the fabric is soaked so that it is uncomfortable even to try and stick them in.
You heard Sam huff and rapid footsteps coming from behind you until Sam's tall frame entered your field of vision and stopped in front of you.
"You're acting like a child." Sam said through gritted teeth.
"Takes one to know one." You shot back.
You knew you were acting like a brat, but Sam Winchester brought that side out of you when the two of you would get into your spats, which was very rare.
Sam took a deep breath and met your eyes. "Look, can we get back into the room, and I'll explain everything."
"No."
"No? What do you mean 'no?'" He asked, annoyance coating his words.
"I mean, no. I know once we get back into the room, you're going to force me to shower and get changed. Then you're going to take your turn to shower, and by the time we can actually talk, Dean will be back, or you'll keep running circles around my questions, and-"
"I love you." Sam interjected loudly, interrupting your rant and making you falter.
Your eyes flickered rapidly across his face as you felt your heart thud against your chest loudly.
"What?" You whispered.
Sam heaved a big sigh and stepped closer to you, your chests brushing against one another.
"Seeing that vamp hovering over you today-" Sam swallowed thickly. "It scared me."
"I thought I was going to lose you, and I couldn't let that happen. I didn't want to lose one of the only people that understand me and can put up with mine and Dean's BS." Sam chuckled weakly.
"But realizing that I could lose you because you're close to me is something I can't afford. That's why I've been acting like an ass. I'd rather you be safe and hate me than dead."
You looked deep into Sam's eyes; they were lined with unshed tears, and you slowly brought up your hands to cup his wet face. Sam's eyes shut slowly as he leaned into your hands.
"You're an idiot." You murmured to him, making his eyes snap open and filled with shock and confusion.
You sent him a small smile. "Do you think I'm not terrified anytime you get hurt or almost die on a hunt? But the difference is I'm not an ass to you when you are." You joked lightly, making the corners of Sam's lips quirk up slightly.
You lean closer to Sam, resting your forehead against his. "I love you too." You admit.
Sam let out a shakey breath, closing his eyes as he pressed his forehead against yours harder. "Say it again."
You smirked. "I love you, Sam, even when you're a stubborn idiot and trust me it's all of-"
Sam shut you up by placing his warm lips against yours. You chuckled against his lips before melting into the kiss. Sam's hands made their way to your hips and pulled you into his broad frame as you kept kissing, pouring all of the unsaid emotions into it.
A warmth settled in your chest as the kiss grew more passionate, and one of your hands made its way to the nape of Sam's neck. You accidentally tugged at the wet hair, making him groan into the kiss. You smirked into the kiss at the sound, and he pulled away once you did it again, pulling his hair a little firmer.
"You're trouble." Sam murmured, his lips brushing against yours as he spoke.
A cheeky grin grew on your face. "You love it." You murmured back.
"Yeah, I do." Sam said in a soft voice.
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Sharing Father and Son
Summary:Â After a physical hunt, you finally invite John Winchester into your bed, but you get more than you asked for when Dean comes back and gets involved.
Characters:Â John Winchester, Dean Winchester & reader (OC, second person)
AO3 Link:Â https://archiveofourown.org/works/59479396
Warnings:Â 18+, Swearing, Smut, female reader, threesome, double penetration, unprotected p in v, ass play, age gap, no use of Y/N, etc.
Notes:Â This is day 2 to go with this kinktober list. The prompt I used was double penetration. When I started this fic, Dean and John were winning the pool so that's why I chose this duo. Credit for the gifs @jdmorganz & @spacedean
In the darkness you laid waiting. A strange smell was coming from the heater that was barely blowing out any hot air, leaving you cuddling the comforter closer to your body. Today you had done something bold. Something you never thought you would have the strength to do. After going on a hunt with John that was very physical, you decided that you wanted to give yourself to him. So when John went to take a shower in the room that was connected to yours, you wrote him a note and left it on the table for him to find when he got back. You made sure to put the corner of the note under the bottle of whiskey so he would certainly see it. John always drank himself to sleep every night so you knew he wouldnât miss it.
Lately, you had been spending a lot of alone time with John. Especially with Dean trying to prove himself to his father and him going off on his own for hunts. Sam was away at college and truthfully? You looked forward to it just being the two of you.
You were a fellow hunter that teamed up with John and Dean after a group of vampires killed your family. The boys had empathy for you being alone, so they taught you everything they knew and trained you. You were Deanâs age, but there was something about John that drew you to him. When Dean was around, you tried to hide your feelings for John. You didnât want to make it weird since you were the same age as Dean. When youâd flirt with John, a lot of the time heâd flirt back. On the nights he had a few drinks in him, thatâs when Johnâs confidence seemed to come out more. Maybe it was just because he was more relaxed, but the things he would say to you when the two of you were flirting would warm you to the core. Many nights you wished he would take you, but it often led to John falling asleep with a bottle of alcohol in his hand.
Tonight, you just wanted more. So you finally made it known.
After you left that note for John, you went back to your room leaving the connecting door between the two rooms unlocked. You stripped out of your clothes, turned the lights off and laid at the center of the bed.
Your note was very direct.
I want you. Iâll leave the door unlocked. Iâll be naked underneath the blankets.
It felt like things were taking too long. And that left you having second thoughts. Maybe John didnât have those kind of feelings toward you. Maybe he would just flirt back with you not to make you feel bad about yourself. The longer you waited, the more you wondered if you should have just put your clothes back on and went to explain yourself to John.
Right as you went to pull the blankets back, the sound of the door pushing open was heard. Your blood rushed through your veins with excitement. Nothing was said. It was so dark in the room with the heavy curtains covering the windows that you couldnât see him. You just heard him. That was something you were starting to regret.
The sound of something dropping to the floor was heard causing you to let out a nervous breath. There was a dip at the bottom of the bed and you felt the blankets being pulled up at the bottom. A cool rush of air surrounded you, but it was soon replaced by the warmth of a body crawling up the bed from the bottom.
Rough fingertips dragged across your ankle toward the inside of your leg. Immediately it drew chills through your body. With him coming in here? That meant he wanted you too. Tipping your head back into the pillows, you felt the warmth of breath hovering over you. A faint brush of lips was felt at your knee. The short stubble scratched at your flesh and you liked the way that it felt.
You wanted to speak, but he seemed determined on something else. Each kiss grew stronger as it led up over the inside of your thigh. There was a wetness that was left over your skin and you licked your lips. More than anything you wished you could watch him, but the idea that you couldnât see seemed to enhance the sensation of his kisses over your flesh. So maybe this was a good thing.
Gasping, you felt arms hooking under your thighs to pull you down toward the center of the bed closer to him. The force his hands had on your flesh was strong and you were surprised how eager he seemed for this. Licking your lips, you lifted your head with the warmth of his breath lingering over your most personal parts. His right arm released one of your legs, pushing at your thigh to separate your legs enough for him to be able to bury his head between your thighs.
A few stray kisses were pressing further up the inside of your thigh until he found your core. Kiss after gentle kiss covered your folds with him taking his time. By the time his tongue dragged a strip out over the length of your sex, he had you trembling with anticipation. Focusing on the buildup was not something that you pictured John doing, but he was. When his tongue met your clit, it circled your sensitive bundle of nerves with soft circles at first. Growing in strength with each circle of his tongue led to him slurping at the small nub.
Moaning out, your hips lifted toward him wanting to feel more of that, but his left arm was still hooked around your other thigh keeping you locked in place. Stretching your arms up, you balled the material of the blanket in your fingers squeezing tightly. Each stroke of his tongue grew stronger focusing for a while on your clit until he turned his attention onto your folds sucking at them and giving them a small nibble.
Your breathing grew broken, your eyes slamming shut with him drawing a long line down from your clitoris to your entrance. Teasing at the tight hole had you whimpering out, your fingers squeezing even harder at the blankets. Prodding at your entrance with his tongue, he slurped and sucked before dragging the length of his tongue back up toward your clitoris to do the same dance with his tongue.
Thatâs where he focused for a while, his mouth working hard at the bundle of nerves. Switching from his mouth to his fingers to circle it with a bit of pressure. He was working to get you to an orgasm first and you appreciated it. You were enjoying what he was doing very much and you were letting him know with the sounds he was drawing out from you.
Crying out, your hips were rocking into his movements with your thighs twitching. You were right on the edge of your orgasm and he could tell by the way you were breathing. The strength of his tongue grew with him burying his head further between your thighs. It didnât take long before you were shuddering beneath him, your thighs tremoring from what he had done to you.
Releasing the blanket, you licked your lips and tried to catch your breath. Fuck. That was good. Soon he was kissing up the lengths of your body. Over your abdomen, between your breasts and then over the side of your neck. Bracing his weight over your body, you felt the warmth of his breath lingering over your lips and you leaned up toward him wanting him to kiss you.
âYou have no idea how long Iâve wanted to do that,â the familiar voice breathed against your lips causing your body to immediately tense up. You knew that voice, but the only problem? That wasnât John Winchester.
âDean?â you blurt out his name hearing the confused breath that followed.
âYeah?â Deanâs raspy voice replied back. Involuntarily, without thinking, you immediately pushed into the center of his chest shoving him back. Scrambling for the light, you flicked it on and when you met the green-eyed stare of Johnâs son you let out a small scream. It had Dean jumping up from the bed, standing beside it. He was shirtless only wearing his jeans that were hanging low at his hips. The room was spinning around you as you buried your face in your hands. âWhatâs wrong?â
âWhatâs going on?â the door swung open with John soaked standing in the doorway clinging tightly to the worn-down white towel that he had grabbed from the bathroom. Coming to a quick halt, Johnâs eyes fell upon your bare breasts that were revealed with the blanket hanging at your waist and color flooded into his face. âOh, wowâŚâ
Tugging the blanket up, you covered yourself wishing that the world would just open up and swallow you whole. Lifting your stare, you saw that John was looking to Dean expecting some kind of answer. Dean threw his hands up in the air, his jaw flexing in panic. Having a nearly naked John soaking wet, only holding the towel that he had grabbed together with his hand and a shirtless Dean in your room made you feel lightheaded.
âDoes someone want to tell me whatâs going on, orâŚ?â John finally spoke up, reaching up to brush his fingers through his wet hair to slick it back.
âI got the note you left for me,â Dean explained pulling the note you left for John out of his back pocket. Holding it up, it had Johnâs eyes narrowing trying to read what it said. âI donât understand, why did you just scream?â
âDamn it,â you scoffed under your breath hating that you were being put in this position. âI didnât leave that note for you, I left it for him.â
Pointing to John had Deanâs face going completely pale, his eyes growing wide as he looked to John, âHim? My dad?â
âI didnât even know you were going to be back today Dean,â you claimed with guilt eating away at you over what just happened. John stepped forward to snatch the note from Deanâs fingers to read it. A raspy laugh fell from Johnâs lips that he tried to hide by biting down on his bottom lip. âThis isnât funny.â
âItâs a little funny,â John confessed with a wrinkle of his nose looking between the two of you. âCome on, I thought it could be something bad. Demons. Vampires. Something else. This? This is at least a little amusing.â Â
âItâs not,â Dean snapped, his chest rising and falling heavily. By his reaction, he was offended that the note you left was for his father and not him. âI thought dad told you that I was coming back tonight and you missed me.â
âI mean, I missed you, butâŚâ your eyes lingered back to John, your stare dropping down to the top of his towel making your mouth go dry. âIt was meant for him.â
âYouâŚyou want to be with my dad?â Dean blurt out, his face scrunching up in disgust looking between you and John. You were embarrassed, but at the same time your body was still euphoric off the orgasm that Dean had got you to before everything fell to shit. âBut, youâre my age.â
âI know,â you whispered noticing that John was really quiet in the moment. His hazel eyes were shifting as if he was contemplating things. âIâm sorry.â
âI thought you were attracted to me. We kissed several times,â Dean reminded you of your past together with the years that you spent alone. âIâve been crushing on you this whole time and I thought you were playing hard to get. I thought the time away from meâŚâ
âThis doesnât have to be a bad thing,â John interrupted Dean, holding his finger up to silence his son. âWe can actually make a very good thing happen from this.â
âHow?â Dean panted, his hands resting at his hips while he tried to catch his breath. âI just found out the woman that Iâm jonesing for wants to fuck my dad. I canât imagine how weird that is for you since sheâs my age.â
âWellâŚâ John paused to think about what to say next, his eyes fixating on you again. âI wouldnât have turned her down if I found the note first Dean.â
âCome again?â Dean threw his head about dramatically with John sucking at his bottom lip. âThe two of youâŚyou want toâŚ?â
âI do,â John admitted with a grunt, carefully closing the door behind him. Switching on the main light, John cleared his throat and waved his hand about in the air. âSo you want me?â
You nodded.
âWhat about mom?â Dean stammered to find words, his eyebrows furrowed with John muttering something under his breath.
âYour mom is dead, Dean. I will love her until the day I die and I will do everything to avenge her, butâŚâ John let his words linger, his head tipping from side to side. âI am a manâŚand sheâs a beautiful woman. We all have needs.â
It went silent in the room. Dean didnât know how to handle that. But you were thankful John was fighting for this.
âHow about a two for one deal?â John reasoned having Dean let out an overwhelmed exhale. âYou obviously have some kind of attraction for Dean. Would you be against having both of us?â
âDad?â Dean tried to get his fatherâs attention with John holding his hand up to silence Dean.
âI meanâŚâ you started, taking a look between both of them. Dean was breathing heavily, undoubtedly worked up and confused. After what Dean had just done to you, he proved that he was ultimately talented with his mouth. That was the honest to god truth. âI wouldnât say no. Itâs Dean that I would worry about.â
âYou like the girl, right?â John commented, stepping further into the room, shrugging his broad shoulders. âThis way you get to be with her. We both do.â
âYeah, but youâre my dad,â Dean stressed, his eyes narrowing and he dramatically bobbed his head about. âThatâsâŚthatâs kind of weird.â
âItâs bonding,â John came up with the first thing he could think of and it made you smile. John was trying to come up with an idea to make this work for everyone and honestly? You didnât hate it. âItâs a father and a son sharingâŚâ
Swallowing down hard, John moved over to the side of the bed lowering down on it. Extending his hand out, he grabbed the blankets and pulled it down over your body letting the blanket rest at your hips. Your naked upper half was on display and you were okay with it.
Stretching out his long fingers, John palmed in over your abdomen. Dragging it up over your breast, he cupped it firmly in his large hand and it had Deanâs cheeks flushing over with color, âIf you want to leave, youâre welcome to, but I think youâd be missing out.â
Giving his son a final glance, John turned toward you, using his free hand to curl his finger in underneath your chin to get you to raise your head up. Claiming your lips in a forceful kiss took your breath away. Your eyes came to a slow close with the way he took you in that moment. You had always wanted to kiss John, but never had the guts to do it. Now with his lips caressing over yours, you were eagerly kissing him back enjoying the taste of him. Surprised, you felt his tongue forcing its way into your mouth to brush against yours and you lifted your hand to hook your fingers into his wet hair.
âGood girl,â John growled when his lips pulled away from yours, capturing your jaw between his thumb and index fingers. Stealing a quick look back at Dean, John knew that by the expression over his sonâs face he was lost in contemplation. âIf this weirds you out too much, youâre welcome to leave.â
In that moment, Johnâs hand lowered with his thumb circling over your nipple causing it to grow into a hard bud. He was so nonchalant about the way he was doing things. It had Deanâs eyes following the movement with his lips parting.
After taking a minute to consider, Deanâs hands rested at his hips and he nodded, âYou would want both of us? And youâre okay with that?â
âI am,â you admitted right as John lowered down again to start covering the side of your neck with wet kisses. His left hand wrapped around your throat in a possessive grasp eliciting a hiss from you, but you liked the way that it felt.
With a nod, Dean moved across the room and sat at the other side of you opposite of John. Matching his fatherâs motions, Deanâs lips pressed in over your jawline pampering your flesh with wet kisses. The grasp Johnâs hand had on your throat grew stronger having you suck in a sharp breath. A moment later, he was standing up from the bed and Dean stole a quick kiss from your lips. The taste of you still lingered over his lips making you hum.
âAlright sweetheart,â John breathed out, curling his finger in underneath your chin to get you to turn your head toward him. Releasing the grasp he had on the towel had it fall to his feet in a thud allowing his body to be exposed to you. With John still being wet from his shower, the dark curls of hair over his body enhanced the lines of every inch of him. Johnâs girthy uncut cock was semi-erect and it was big. He also had a nice set of testicles on him too. It took your breath away seeing it. By the look on Johnâs face you knew he was waiting for you to pleasure him. You could tell by the expecting look in his hazel eyes. Grabbing a hold of the base, John wiggled it a bit bringing your attention to it. âGo ahead.â Â
With a smirk you pulled yourself to the edge of the bed, throwing your legs over the side. Stepping closer, John allowed you to press lingering kisses at his hips. It had his head tipping back, his long eyelashes fluttering to a close. Nibbling at the soft flesh just under his navel had him releasing an intoxicating growl that spread chills throughout your body.
Shakily reaching up, your fingers curled loosely around Johnâs manhood giving it a few small strokes. At that moment, you felt the warmth of Dean moving in behind you. A tender caress at your shoulders was felt before he started pampering your flesh with hot, wet kisses. Stepping closer to the bed, John lifted his cock up to your lips dragging it across your lips.
âBe a good girl and open your mouth,â John ordered and you did as he said. Wrapping your lips around Johnâs cock had him humming out with his fingers sinking into your hair. With flicks of your tongue, you lapped at Johnâs body enjoying how he seemed to grow harder in your mouth. Purring out against Johnâs flesh had him moaning out when you felt Deanâs hands drag across the length of your breasts. Deanâs hands were everywhere, touching you and caressing you in attempts to sooth you and make you comfortable. Pulling your lips away from Johnâs body, you took your time to sheath him in your grasp teasing the flesh back and forth over his growing erection. His hazel eyes watched you closely with you leaning in to kiss at the tip of his cock, sweeping your tongue around the sensitive underside. âThatâs it.â
Purring out, you felt Deanâs hand reaching between your thigh to caress over your mound. The sound vibrated against Johnâs body having him involuntarily arching forward toward you. Dean left tiny nibbles at your shoulder and John led you back toward his arousal. Hooking his fingers around the back of your head helped in leading you to take his cock back into your mouth and down your throat. It was hard to take at first, a slight gagging sound falling from your throat with John groaning out. Thrusting his hips toward your throat had his cock pulling back and pushing forward toward the back of your throat. Wet, slurping sounds were filling the air and Johnâs manhood was growing harder with every move he made.
âThatâs good,â John hummed, pulling you away from his cock by grasping your hair and tugging you back. Stroking his erection in his palm drew attention to the tip and you held your tongue out eliciting a smile from John. Tapping his length against your tongue had an amused rumble of a sound escaping him. Deanâs fingers were working furiously between your thighs and greedily you were rocking your hips against his movements. Dragging your tongue across the slit of Johnâs manhood left you with the taste of him and you licked your lips. âDean, get up.â
Snapping his fingers, John pointed to the area beside him. Doing as he was told had you panting out, yearning to be touched again with your hips twitching and your body aching at the loss of friction. Whimpering, Johnâs firm grasp returned with him getting you to tip your head back. A demanding, breath-taking kiss was stolen from your lips and it had you caressing up over the back of his neck, sinking your fingers into his thick locks. The way his tongue caressed over yours made it feel like the room was spinning around you. As soon as Dean stepped before you, John took his time pulling back, giving your bottom lip a tiny tug and then he dragged his tongue out over the inside of your bottom lip.
Licking his lips when he pulled away, John dragged his thumb over his bottom lip. There was still discomfort in Deanâs features when you looked to him. Undoubtedly this was the first time that he had a threesome with his father and you pictured thatâd be uncomfortable for anyone. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw John stroking over his length in sluggish movements. Between the two of them, there were a lot of similarities, but also a lot of differences. John had a lot more hair on his body, whereas Dean was mostly smooth.
Grasping to the loops on Deanâs jeans, you tugged him forward eliciting a gasp from him. Stumbling toward you, Dean swept his fingers in over the side of your face drawing you to close your eyes. Turning your head toward his touch left you appreciating the gentleness of Dean. Kissing at his pulse point took Deanâs breath away and he shuddered. There was a big difference between John and Dean already. John was dirty in the best of ways, but Dean appeared to be more innocent. Then again, did an innocent man really have that kind of talent when going down on someone?
Unhooking the belt in Deanâs pants, you felt a breath catch in your throat with John lowering down beside you on the bed. John was sweeping your hair from your neck, his mouth covering the side of your neck with you pulling apart Deanâs pants. Licking his lips, Dean traced his thumb in over your bottom lip collecting the wetness at your lips. Allowing him to push his thumb into your mouth, you looked up at him with big eyes enjoying the way that it felt between the two of them.
âYouâre so beautiful,â Dean commented, his green eyes locked on your movements while you sucked at the tip.
âFucking gorgeous,â John agreed, his large palm pressing between your thighs causing your eyes to flutter to a close. Shifting your hips forward and opening your thighs gave room for John to caress and touch you as he pleased.
Parting the material of Deanâs jeans, you tried to focus yourself. Sliding your hands down over his hips, you grabbed at his jeans tugging them down firmly. The movement had Deanâs hard cock bouncing free from behind the confinements. Unlike John, Dean was already rock solid with his erection throbbing. Which honestly made since after everything the two of you had already gone through before John showed up. Like his father, he was uncut and big. Not as thick as John, but still impressive. It visibly ran in the family.
The way it bobbed in front of you had your mouth watering. Like you had done with John, you curled your fingers around Deanâs length, stroking it while you peppered his hips with wet kisses. Gasping, you felt your body being pulled forward toward the edge of the bed. It had you falling back on your elbows. John had lowered himself between your thighs and Dean had knelt on the corner of the bed to make it easier for him to trace the tip of his cock over your lips. Drawing your mouth open further, you allowed Dean to press his hips forward to sink his cock between your lips. Dragging your tongue along the smooth length of his cock had Dean dropping his head back and moaning out.
John now had situated himself between your legs, his rough palms caressing over the fleshy part of your thighs. It was hard to focus with Johnâs kisses growing closer to your core, but you did your best to stroke over Deanâs body at the same pace that your mouth was moving over his length. By the time that Johnâs mouth met your center, it was easy to tell that he was much rougher than Dean was. Closing your eyes, you hummed against Deanâs cock getting him to shudder on his knees before you. Bracing himself with his free hand on the bed, Dean lowered just enough to help start thrusting his hips forward drawing his cock further into your throat.
Wet slurping sounds surrounded the both of you between John eating you out and you giving Dean a blowjob. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see John shaking his head from side to side. Pulling back every so often to lick his lips. John was feasting on you like he hadnât eaten in weeks. Growls were escaping his throat, his tongue lapping at your entrance having you crying out.
One of Johnâs long, slender digits circled your entrance before pushing forward into your warmth. Cooing out, you watched John pumping his finger inside of you at a steady tempo. Joining the first, John inserted a second finger rubbing them up against your g-spot. Dropping his head back between your thighs, Johnâs lips latched to your clit, slurping and suckling at the sensitive bud.
âRest back,â Dean urged you getting you to lay back against the bed. Bracing his hands on the bed, Dean used his right hand to urge his cock back to your lips. Opening up, you knew you were shaking with what John was building up inside of you. Sinking his member back into your mouth had Dean moaning out at the heat that surrounded him. Being careful at first, Dean was thrusting his hips working to fuck your throat while John pleasured you.
It was hard to breathe, but you were doing your best with your hands squeezing up and over Deanâs hips. Tremoring, you began to realize the pressure that John was flooding you with. The pit of your belly was tingling, your hips arching up toward every caress of his tongue. Moaning out sent vibrations throughout Deanâs body with his cock down your throat. A wet sound filled the air with a growl from John having you pulling your hips up and away from him. Pushing into Deanâs hip gave him the hint he needed to let you have a minute with you rolling onto your side. Your body was shaking, your thighs twitching and your eyes slammed close.
âOh, sheâs gonna be fun,â John stammered, getting up from the bed and reaching for you. Moving you to the center of the bed, John gave Dean a quick look and cleared his throat. âWhy donât you go first?â
âYeah?â Dean confirmed with John who gave him a confident nod. Crawling in over you, Dean attempted to get you to open your eyes. Whimpering out, your breathing was broken and your body was still high off of what John had done to you. âLook at me beautiful.â
Forcing your eyes open, your heart skipped a beat at the way that Dean was looking at you. Even though this whole thing was meant for John, you werenât really losing out in getting Dean either. He was gorgeous and the way he looked at you took your breath away.
âIâm gonna go grab something,â John announced pointing back toward the door that connected your rooms together. There was a kick to his step, but before you could say anything to beckon him back, Deanâs hand palmed in over the side of your face getting your eyes to connect with his.
This was never a way you pictured yourself with Dean. Yeah, the two of you had kissed in heat of the moment situations or when you were both drunk, but you never saw it going any further than that. But now with the warmth of Deanâs naked body over yours, you realized that this was actually happening.
Bracing himself on his left hand, Dean allowed his hand to trace down over your side, down over your hip and to your thigh. Chills flooded your body with the way it felt, your breath catching in your throat with the way he looked at you. It was safe to say that you were looking at Dean in a completely new light.
âYou have no idea how long Iâve dreamt of doing this,â Dean breathed, his words vibrating against your lips with you arching up toward him wanting him to kiss you. An arrogant smirk tugged at his lips and it was a smile that you had seen so many times before on John. Bringing your lips together in a heated sweep, Dean reached between the two of you leading himself to your entrance. With a push forward of his hips, the tip entered you causing you to moan out and drop your head back into the pillows further. Deanâs lips found their way to your jawline, peppering your skin with wet kisses that felt incredible.
Deanâs forehead pressed forward against yours, pushing forward agonizingly slow until he filled you completely. It had your hips arching up toward his, your body trembling at the way it felt with him inside of you. Your lips were agape, your fingers caressing into Deanâs shoulders until his hips pulled back. Each movement was dragged out with Dean thrusting forward and then back. Everything was brand new so you felt like Dean was taking his time to cherish the way your warmth felt around him. Footsteps were heard and you clung to Dean, looking beyond the bed to see that John was returning to the room. Setting down what he had grabbed on the corner table, John smirked seeing you biting down on your bottom lip as Deanâs movements grew faster. Sharp breaths were falling from your throat, your eyes locked on Johnâs while his son fucked you. Dropping his hand down, John curled his fingers around his swollen erection sheathing the skin in his fist as he jerked himself off.
With your eyes still locked on John, you kissed at the side of Deanâs face moaning in his ear as his thrusts became more pronounced with his hips smacking up against yours.
âAlright Dean, donât be greedy,â John slurred, moving over beside the bed to hint to Dean that it was time to switch up. With a frown, Dean pulled his hips away from yours leaving you with a whimpering sound. It didnât take long for John to reach for you, pulling you to the edge of the bed. Positioning himself between your thighs, he got on his knees at the edge of the bed hooking his arms under your knees to pull your legs up over his thighs. âYouâve been a real tease, you know that?â
Licking your lips, you lowered your stare to watch John grabbing a hold of his erection, tapping the swollen tip against your clit. Purring out, you arched your hips up toward John hearing him hum in appreciation. Tracing his cock over the length of your sex, John took his time to admire your body stretched out before him. Lining his body up with your entrance had you sucking in a sharp breath of air. With a firm smack forward, John thrust inside of you with a wet sound. Unlike Dean who took his time, John forced you to take all of him. Whining out, your body arched at the stretching feeling his thick cock left you with.
âNow thatâs a beautiful sight,â John hummed, licking his lips at the way his cock looked inside of you. Pulling his hips back dragged out his girthy cock just to the tip. Hooking his arms tightly around your thighs, John smacked forward again. It had your breasts bouncing with the force, your cries flooding the air. Repeating the motion again and again, John kept his right arm hooked firmly around your thigh while the left outstretched to cup one of your breasts in his large palm. Circling his thumb in over the nipple, with his head tipping back.
âDoes that feel good?â Dean whispered, the warmth of him pressing in beside you and you felt his lips kissing at your jawline. Nodding, you couldnât form words. You just turned your head to the side and met Dean in another hot, lingering kiss. Johnâs thrusts seem to grow stronger having you wince against Deanâs mouth. Dropping his right hand, Deanâs fingers connected with your clit trying to match the pace his fatherâs hips were making. Cooing out, you bit at Deanâs bottom lip giving it a firm tug enjoying the moan that you got from Dean.
âI have an idea,â John announced, pulling his body from yours swiftly leaving you with the worst empty, aching feeling that you could imagine. Breathing loudly, your heart was hammering in your chest while Deanâs fingers continue to caress over your sensitive folds. Heading to the table to grab what he had brought in, John waved his finger about and nodded toward the bed. âGet on your hands and knees.â
Doing as you were told, which you often did when John gave you an order, you shakily pulled yourself up. It was harder than you thought it would be with the way your body was tremoring. Bracing yourself, you looked over your shoulder when you felt someone palming down between your shoulder blades over the length of your spine. It was John who was gazing over your body. His erection bounced with his movement when he palmed down over your hips to give them a firm squeeze.
With John behind you, Dean worked himself before you to lower himself down on the bed. Motioning you to lower down, Dean curled his fingers around the back of your neck and led your mouth back to his length. This time you took him eagerly between your lips, working to bob your head in steady movements over his manhood.
âYou have such a beautiful ass,â John growled, his hands squeezing at your fleshy bottom. Giving it a firm spank had you moaning against Deanâs cock and his head dropped back with a throaty groan. Another spank had your hips bouncing forward and then back against John. The sensation of his cock pressing against your bottom was there as he palmed and squeezed at your flesh once more. Pulling your lips from Deanâs arousal with a wet popping sound, you purred out with John kissing at your lower back and his hands caressing at your thighs. Lowering down behind you, John squeezed at your fleshy bottom, separating the flesh so he could drag his tongue in a long strip along the length of your sex. Focusing on your entrance, Johnâs tongue flicked, plunged and he slurped at your flesh. Kissing at the tip of Deanâs cock, you tried to focus on continuing to give him a blowjob but you felt Johnâs tongue drag out against your tight pucker and it made you whimper. Looking back, you saw John pushing apart your cheeks while his tongue focused on your ass eliciting a whine from you. It was a strange sensation that you had never done before, but you didnât hate it. It had your body tremoring, your hips bouncing back toward him with a growl from John vibrating against your body. Pulling back, John spit causing your hips to bounce forward before he went back to eagerly feasting at your body. Standing up, John yanked your hips back and sank into you again with his thumb circling your tight pucker. Trembling beneath him, your head lowered resting against Deanâs hip with the loud smacking sounds that Johnâs thrusts were causing. âDo you think you can take the both of us.â
âYou meanâŚâ you cooed out with Johnâs thumb pushing itâs way into the ring of muscle of your tight canal while he continued to pound into your pussy leaving you a whimpering mess beneath him.
âYes, thatâs exactly what I mean,â John rumbled proudly, sucking in a sharp breath with how good it felt with the warmth of your body surrounding him. By the sounds you were making and the way you were tremoring, it was obvious that you were nearing another orgasm. Right when he got you to the edge, he pulled from your body eliciting an upset whine. âLay down on your side. Dean, get her comfortable.â
Helping you to roll over onto your side, Dean laid in beside you urging your leg up over his hip. Pressing in closely, Dean reached between the two of you to lead his cock back into your eager body. Arching in closer to Dean, you were still riding off the high of John almost getting you to another orgasm only to keep you from it. Deanâs heavy breaths were warm against your lips while the two of you shared kisses with the bed dipping behind you.
The heat of Johnâs body moving in behind you had your forehead pressing to Deanâs. Licking at his lips, Deanâs fingers swept over your jawline having you turn your head toward his hand to press a kiss at the center of his palm.
Tender caresses were felt over your fleshy bottom and it surprised you since John had been rather forceful with the way he had done things previously. Looking back over your shoulder, you met John in a passionate kiss. Sliding in closer to you, John reached for the bottle of lube that he had grabbed earlier. Popping open the lid had your heart hammering inside of your chest. Deanâs movements had slowed with his hands dropping to your hips to keep you steady.
âDean,â you panted, your body aching with the way he was stagnant inside of you. Your body wanted that movement, it needed it. Forcing you forward toward Dean, Johnâs hands braced at the small of your back. Arching your back, you felt the cool liquid pouring down in over your flesh and closed your eyes tightly when Johnâs fingers started to stroke and prod over your tight pucker. Wincing, you buried your head against the side of Deanâs neck, panting when Johnâs fingers entered you. Thrusting again and again to prepare you for what undoubtedly you werenât ready for.
When Johnâs fingers pulled from your body, you whined and John hushed you from behind. Again he reached for the bottle to coat his thick cock in the slick fluid. Pressing his hips forward, John brought your bodies together with all of your legs tangling with how you were sandwiched between both him and Dean.
âYouâre such a good girl,â John growled, nipping at your jawline giving your chin a small bite. Sucking in a sharp breath of air, you tensed up with the swollen tip of Johnâs cock at your tight hole. Bouncing your hips up had Dean moaning out and his grasp on your hips grew tighter. âHey, relax. I would never hurt you. Ever.â
âI know,â you tried to relax yourself, lowering your hips back down. Caressing down over your arm, Johnâs left hand found yours. Hooking his fingers with yours, he used his right hand to lead himself into your tight opening. A deep rumble of a growl fell from Johnâs throat as the tip of his cock pushed through the tight ring of muscle. It had you clutching tightly to Dean who whispered calming words in your ear while he pressed kisses against your skin. âJohn.â
âI know,â John hushed, a raspy moan rumbling against the back of your neck from where he was nuzzling his nose. Reaching back, you grasped a hold of Johnâs thigh, your fingers digging into his flesh. Using his strength, he pushed forward further having you let out a pained sound. âDo you need me to stop?â
âNo,â you realized that your fingers were digging so hard into his skin that he might have thought you needed to. âJust give me a minuteâŚâ
âNo problem,â John whispered, his hand lifting up to curl his fingers around your throat. Closing your eyes, you appreciated the way that Deanâs lips covered yours. Soon as you were relaxed, you gave John the nod to continue to fill you. The stretch between the two of them was unlike anything you had ever felt before. You had never felt this full before and it was a mixture of pain and pleasure. âLet us know when youâre okay.â
âYou can go ahead,â you confirmed for them, swallowing hard bringing more attention to the grasp that was over your throat. Whimpering, you didnât expect this to feel like it did, but you didnât hate it. Their movements were uneven at first. Dean faster because you were already used to him inside of you, but John was slower, trying to work you into being comfortable. By the time their tempos matched, it left you a panting mess between them. Their hands were everywhere, touching you and making you theirs. Deanâs moans were short often with his nose buried against the side of your neck and Johnâs were loud, raspy against the back of your neck or on your shoulder.
The sounds coming from the both of them turned you on more than you could ever imagine. Which honestly probably helped you enjoy this all the more. Lowering your hand, you curled it around John and urged his movements to be harder.
âAre you okay?â Dean whispered, drawing your attention to him by grasping at your chin. With a nod, you knew that you were breathless and you could hardly gather your words. Deanâs mouth claimed yours again, his tongue brushing against yours.
With how paper think these walls were, you hoped that no one was on the other side because none of you were being quiet. The headboard was smacking up against the wall, moans flooding the air. By now your hips were eagerly rocking back between Dean and John taking them in and out of you.
âFuck, youâre so tight,â John slurred against the side of your face, his grasp growing tighter to your hips. With how hard he was grasping to your flesh, you wondered if it would leave a mark. Pulling your hand forward, you hooked your fingers with Johnâs. Nipping at your earlobe, John gave it a small tug before whispering in your ear. âYouâre doing so good. Iâm so proud of you.â
âPleaseâŚâ you panted knowing that you were still riding that line of being right on the edge of an orgasm. Realizing what it was you were looking for, Dean started to bounce his hips harder against you. It had you rocking back harder toward John so every pull and push of their cocks was not only harder, but faster inside of you.
The smacking of Johnâs lower abdomen against your ass grew louder until he roared out, pulling out of you and you felt the splashes of his cum covering your ass along with your lower back. Kiss after forceful kissed was pressed at your neck with Dean pulling you closer to him. He was desperate to get you a release as well as himself. Sinking your fingers into his hair, you purred out and tossed your head back when a rush flooded to your temples. Covering your lips with his, Deanâs moans became more frequent with him pulling his hips back and thrusting his hand over his length until he covered your lower abdomen with his release.
Dropping down beside you, the three of you laid out at the center of that bed trying to catch your breath. Johnâs arm possessively wrapped around your waist with Deanâs arm stretched out across your shoulders. For a long time, you were all quiet. Saying nothing because what else was there to say? You were all riding off the high of your orgasms.
âItâs going to be weird from here on out, isnât it?â Dean lifted his head, his messy hair in his eyes while he looked you over.
âOnly if you let it be,â John snorted, turning his face further into his pillow with a huff. âDonât ruin a good thing Dean. Shut up.â
An involuntary laugh fell from your lips. It got you a glare from Dean, but you were impressed that John wasnât going to let this change anything. You didnât want anything to change. The only thing that maybe you hoped would possibly change was getting to sleep with them on occasion. Other than that? This was the perfect scenario for you and you loved it.
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Face Your Fears
Sam and Dean Winchester & little sister!reader
Requested by Anonymous
Synopsis: You get into a fight with your brothers, but your recklessness that follows creates problems for everyone.
âYou were hunting before you were my age! I donât get whyââ
âIt doesnât matter if you get it or not! I said no!â
Sam rushed to the library when he heard his siblingsâ voices raised in argument.
âWhatâs going on in here?â He asked, trying to keep a calm and neutral tone.
âSheââ Dean started, but you cut him off.
âDean is being completely unfair!â
âOk, ok, calm down,â Sam sighed.
âCalm down?! You two are off all the time, actually helping people, putting your lives on the line, and Iâmââ
âExactly! You donât need to be putting yourself in danger like that!â Dean interrupted.
âItâs what you do! And I sit here and read books!â
âDonât downplay what you do,â Sam said. âWe need you here.â
âBut I could do so much more out there with you!â You argued. âIâve been training, I know I can help!â
âYeah, or youâd screw it up and get killed, and I donât need your blood on my hands!â Dean exploded.
The silence that followed was deafening.
âDeanââ Sam tried to speak up, but you interrupted him.
âSo thatâs it, really? You think Iâm some kind of screw up?â You scoffed, and continued before Dean could speak. âItâs not like youâre perfect! Youâve screwed up the world before, and no oneâs stopped you from going out to screw it up again!â
âY/Nââ again Samâs attempt to calm the situation was met with resistance.
âWell fine then, if Iâm too much of a screw up for you, then Iâll get out of your way!â You shoved past your brothers and beelined for your room, slamming the door behind you.
âŚ
Your brothers didnât try to go after you. They were probably angry. You knew you went too far with what you said to Dean, but he called you a screw up; were you just supposed to take that and not say anything back?
It didnât matter either way. You didnât want them to try to talk to you, because you had something to do.
You had a hunt to go on.
Youâd been researching one before you went to ask Dean about joining the next one; since heâd said no, you would take this one whether he liked it or not. And you were going alone.
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It wasnât hard to sneak outâback when you lived in motels, it would have been almost impossible to leave without one of your brothers waking up, but with the bunker it was easy.
You didnât take the Impalaâthat would be too far, even for this rebellious streak. Instead, you took a cab to the next town over; you had struck gold, finding a hunt so close. It was pretty simple, too; three victims with hearts ripped out, definitely a werewolf. You had more silver bullets than youâd need packed up with a couple of guns in a duffel at your feet.
Dean was wrong about you, you could do this. After all, how hard could one little werewolf be?
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Dean was right, and you were suffering the consequences of being wrong.
You struggled to pull your phone from your pocket, your fingers fumbling as your phone slipped around in your blood-soaked hands. Your breathing was labored, and every breath brought stabs of pain to your slashed-up abdomen.
You hadnât noticed the signs of the second werewolf, so determined were you on taking the first one down. You hadnât even seen him until heâd been right on you, ripping into your stomach. Youâd had your gun in your hand, and by some miracle youâd managed to fire off a round into the werewolf on top of you, but not before heâd injured you pretty bad.
You finally got the phone in your hand, and you didnât hesitate to press Deanâs number. You held the phone just slightly away from your face, wary of irritation the cuts on your cheek.
The phone barely had time to ring before Deanâs voice flooded your senses.
âWhere are you?â His voice came out in a growl.
âD-DeâŚâ you hadnât realized you were crying until you had to push your voice out past your tears.
âSweetheart?â Deanâs anger was gone in a second when he heard your pained voice. âWhatâs going on?â
âIâm-Iâm sorry, De,â you sobbed. âYou were right, Iâm-Iâm sorry.â
âShh shh, hey,â Dean soothed. âItâs alright sweetheart, I forgive you. Just tell me where you are and Iâll come get you.â
âI-I turned on my phoneâs location,â you said. âPle-please hurry. It hurtsâŚâ
Dean tried to ask you more, but a bang from somewhere nearby had you flinching, and the phone slipped out of your soaked hands and shattered on the concrete floor. You realized it was only your own gun, slipping off the table youâd laid it on. But it was too late; your phone was broken, and you had no way to call Dean back.
You could only hope that the tracker would still work.
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Dean broke both the law and probably some speed records getting to your location. Sam was in the passenger seat, a first aid kit in his lap as he held on for dear life.
âI shouldâve known sheâd do something stupid,â Dean grunted.
âDean, you couldnât have known,â Sam reasoned. âAnd blaming yourself isnât going to help her.â
Dean didnât speak, and the rest of the ride was tensely silent.
âHere,â Sam said as navigator. âTurn left here, and she should be close by.â
Dean swerved the Impala to the left and screeched to a halt in an empty parking lot near a warehouse. Sam was right at his heels as he burst into the warehouse.
âDe?â Your pained voice echoed throughout the building, so that it took Dean a moment to find you. When he did, he swore his heart skipped three beats. You were sitting in a pool of your own blood, propped up against the wall. Dean rushed to you, kneeling next to you and almost slipping in your blood.
âHey, hey,â his voice was a mixture of soothing and panic as he brushed your blood-stained hair away from your face. âAlright sweetheart, tell Doctor Dean where it hurts.â
It was a pathetic joke, but you laughed anyway; Deanâs jokes always made you laugh.
But your laugh sent you to a fit of coughing. Dean winced as he examined the long gashes on your stomach.
âOk, youâre ok,â Dean leaned back in relief when he saw that it wasnât too deep; youâd be ok. âBut Iâm gonna have to carry you to the car, ok? Brace yourself.â
You gritted your teeth and clenched your fists, but you still couldnât hold back the cry of pain when Dean lifted you into his arms.
âSorry, Iâm sorry,â Dean cringed. âIâm sorry. Youâre gonna be ok.â
Dean laid you on your back in the backseat of the Impala, before taking the first aid kit from Sam and retrieving a needle and thread.
âCanât we just bandage it up?â You whimpered, already squirming away from the needle. Deanâs finger froze for a second before he shook his head, his features softening. Both brothers were very aware of your fear of needles, but sometimes it couldnât be helped.
âSorry sweetheart, itâs gotta be stitched. Just close your eyes, itâll feel worse if you watch.â
You closed your eyes, trusting your brother completely. However, before he could make the first stitch, your eyes popped open and you grabbed into his wrist.
âWait,â you said. âI-IâŚI wanted to say Iâm sorry.â
âHey,â Dean sighed. âIâm sorry too. I said some things thatâŚthat I didnât mean. You arenât a screw up, ok?â
âWhat do you call this?â You gestured to your own banged up body.
âInexperience,â Dean answered. âAnd you never shouldâve been out here alone. Going solo on your first hunt is never a good idea.â
âIâm sorry about that, too,â you mumbled.
âItâs ok, kiddo. Maybe later weâŚwe can talk about you tagging along on one of our hunts.â
âReally?â You grinned.
âLater,â Dean said sternly. âAfter youâre all better. Now let me get to this.â
As Dean lifted the needle, you closed your eyes again. You felt Samâs large hand grab onto yours, and you squeezed his hand gratefully, holding on as Dean started to stitch you up.
âI didnât really think you would screw up the hunts,â Dean said as he worked. âI justâŚI donât want you out there. Itâs dangerous, and IâŚIâm scared something will happen to you. But I guess I canât keep you from it if itâs what you really want.â
âIt is,â you said. âI want to do what you guys do. I want to help people, and I wanna be with you guys.â
âOk then,â Dean said, tying off the stitches and patting your side to let you know he was done. You opened your eyes, and he smiled at you.
âI guess Iâll just have to face my fears.â
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Hiii!! Firstly, I love your writing and I hope youâre having a great day!! I was hoping to request a Winchester sibling fic where the reader is really comforted by physical touch but is really observant and receptive to the fact their brothers are emotionally constipated and touch starved so the reader has never really asked for it but then one day either just a bad day or bad hunt and the reader just asks the boys to hold them or one of them to sit in the back of the Impala with them? Thank you so so much and I hope you have a lovely day!! đŤś
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Summary: You just really need a hug.
Word Count: 1k
Warnings: Touch Starved, character death mentioned, swearing
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Life as a hunter was never still. You were constantly moving. Constantly looking over your shoulder. Constantly chasing what could be your last day on earth. And you wouldnât ever have said you regretted it. No. In fact, you wouldnât have changed it for the world. Hunting creatures and saving the world? It was all You couldnât have imagined a better lifeâŚ
But sometimes you found yourself wanting life to just slow down for a minute. It was so hectic and you just needed a breath. A hug. With such a busy life, there was no time for just spending quality time with your brothers. Or anyone for that matter. It was an endless cycle: Wake up. Research. Hunt. Drive. Sleep. There was no time for sitting on the couch and watching cheesy movies together. Nor was there any time for curling up together like you used to do when you were smaller. You found yourself yearning for it. For a hug or simply just a gentle arm around your shoulder. It used to bring you so much comfort. But times were tough with all that had happened recently. The three of you were even more on edge than ever before.Â
Your brothers had always told you that you could ask them for anything. That you could tell them whatever you wanted⌠but this wasnât just something you could ask them for. You had seen how they often shunned away from touch. From relationships. Having seen so much pain and having lost so many peopleâŚthey struggled to allow themselves to let their guard down enough to enjoy a tender moment. Even with you. So no matter how much you yearned for it you could never bring yourself to push the want from your mind and into words.Â
So when the hunt went worse than you could have imagined you kept quiet.Â
Deanâs hand was right there; peeking out from the hem of his flannel. His fingers were bloody and calloused, scarred and covered in small cuts and yet his touch was still tender. You felt your own fingers itch to reach out and lace them between his. You wanted for him or Sam to wrap you up in their arms and hold you close. To squeeze your hand. Or a shoulder. But you knew that they had much more pressing matters to deal with that overshadowed âneedy little sisterâ.Â
You trailed behind them, dragging your feet ever so slightly to kick up the dirt and leave trails between the orange leaves. You did not look up at your brothers because you knew you would see Dean's set jaw and Samâs pinched eyebrows as they too mourned the hunt.Â
A small boy had been caught by a shtriga. He had been no older than 5 or 6 with these big, blue eyes that got impossibly wider as the creature stalked toward him. And his screamâŚit pierced through the air like a beam of light: clear as day yet providing no clarity. No safety like light should bring. Instead it was cold and filled with a gripping terror.Â
The three of you had been too slow. No matter how hard you dragged your stubborn limbs you couldnât get to him fast enough. So now you trudged along in silence.Â
The sight of Baby did not, in fact, provide you with the relief you thought it would. Instead the gleaming of the bonnet against the moonlight just made your stomach churn. You knew that you would all try to bury the memory in a box, deep in the back of your mind. But it was never that easy. They tried hard, but you would hear them late at night. Dean hardly slept as he tried to drink his troubles away and Sam barely left his room. And then there was you who lay awake staring blankly at the ceiling as you wept softly, wrapping your arms around yourself to curl up in a ball. It didnât bring the same comfort as theirs did, like it had done when you were small and naive when you crawled into their bed after a nightmare. When things werenât so fucking complicated.Â
Tears pricked in the corner of your eyes as you reached for the metal handle. You couldnât do it. You couldnât sit in silence to be left with your own thoughts. You couldnât be alone. Not right now.Â
âSammyâŚâ Your voice was quiet. Hushed. Barely a whisper pushed out on cracked lips that trembled.Â
Sam paused, his hand halfway between where he had been picking at the hem of his jeans and the handle of the passenger door. He lifted his head, humming softly in acknowledgement.Â
âSit with me⌠Please.â
âOf course.â His face melted and he moved in one swift movement.Â
He slid in the backseat, leaning against the door frame and stretching out across the seats. He pulled you in to lean against his side, wrapping his arms around you. You lay your head on his shoulder, snuggling into his side. And began to weep.Â
âKiddo?â Sam asked gently. âWhatâs up?â His hands traced small circles on your arm.
Dean reached over the back of the seat with a concerned look, though part of it could be easily mistaken for fear. âItâs not your fault, Sweetheart-â He started.
âJustâŚhold me. Please.â You clung onto Sam, your other hand reaching out to settle atop of Deanâs. Their touch was comforting, yet you couldnât help the wavering as you wept. âI donât want to be alone right now.âÂ
And so they did. Sam nestled you further into his side, tucking your head beneath his chin and Dean clambered out of his seat to join the two of you in the back. He settled down on your other side, sandwiching you between the two of you. And they held you. They ran their fingers through your hair, held your hand and spoke to you. They held you tight and the three of you stayed close together, with no intention of moving any time soon.
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Youâd never know (Part 1)
Pairing : Dean Winchester X Reader
Word count : 1.3k
Warnings : angst, hurt/no comfort, spoilers s13, Dean is an asshole.
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The sun dipped below the horizon, the world slowly enveloping in darkness. The same could be said for Y/n's mind. Dark clouds of hurt and loneliness lingering in the air, encasing her in an impenetrable bubble of insecurities. It was hard time, stating that is an understatement. It was a dire situation. She thought back to how she got here.
When Jack was born, his mother died giving birth to him. Lucifer arrived at cabin to take Jack away. He killed Castiel. Mary fought Lucifer pushing him inside the rift to the alternate universe, but before the rift could close Lucifer pulled her in with him.
Y/n, Sam and Dean watched in terror as Mary fell through and the rift closed. While Sam panicked, Dean was horrified. He couldn't lose his mom, not again. Y/n let out a gasp, her mouth dropped open as the dread settled in. She knew Dean would lose it, he's not gonna sit back knowing his mom is stuck in the apocalypse world with the Devil himself.
After burning Cas and Kelly's bodies, the trio took Jack back to the bunker. The air was tense, Dean wasn't happy with the decision. He didn't trust Jack, he didn't want him anywhere near him, his brother or his girlfriend. It was because of the Nephilim that he lost his mother.
Y/n was worried, Dean had closed off, he was distant. Most of all, he was angry. All the time. He constantly snapped at Sam, brushed her off any given moment. He wouldn't even look at Jack. The kid was trying to make good in Dean's eyes but he just shurgged him off.
Dean started to unwind a bit after the shifter case, and even more when Jack brought Cas back. Y/n was relieved that Dean was coming back to his normal self. After Jack accidentally killed the security guard, he decided to leave. Until he could control his powers, he wouldn't come back. Y/n was worried about the kid leaving on his own but she had faith in him.
"Hey!" Dean said bringing Y/n out of her thoughts. "You seem lost."
"Just thinking." She shrugged closing the book in front of her and putting it back in its place on the shelf. "You need something?" She asked tersely. She wasn't trying to be mean, but lately she didn't feel like he wanted her. After he brushed her off so many times, she didn't bother him.
Dean could hear the formality in her voice, and he knew he deserved it. He had been too preoccupied with his concerns to realise he'd been not only neglecting her but hurting her in the process, when all she wanted to do was help. "Just wanted to say I'm sorry." He gauged her expressions to see how bad he had fucked up.
Instead of speaking, she gave him a look. He couldn't quite read what was it supposed to mean. He chewed on his lower lip, leaning back against the table. With a loud sigh he moved towards her. Laying his hands gently on her waist.
"Dean." She reprimanded. She knew what he was apologising for, but she didn't need his apology. She wanted him to talk to her. She's told him a thousand times that she wants him to communicate. She knows it's hard for him but she needs him to express himself, she needs him to have healthy coping mechanisms. She doesn't want him to shut her out or resorting to alcohol.
"I know, I know." He rested his forehead on her shoulder. "I shouldn't have pushed you away. It wasn't fair to you. I'm sorry. I'll do better next time."
"I just need you to communicate with me, Dean. We're in this together. For better or worse. Next time, don't shut me out. We'll get through this. We always do." Dean nodded, his green eyes looking at her.
"Yeah." He placed a kiss on her head. "I promise."
When Jody called on a supposed lead on Jack, the trio went to find him. When they finally found Jack, he was with a girl, who ran away as soon as she saw the trio. Jack confessed that he was trying to help bring Mary back.
"That girl is a powerful dream-walker, her name is Kaia. She can help us." Jack said.
"You thought good kid. We'll find Kaia and bring Mary back." Y/n said patting Jack on the back.
When they finally found Kaia, she refused to help. She said that it was scary, and that she cannot get them anywhere other than The Bad Place, Dean's patience was running thin, he was growing frustrated, his mind was going off the rails knowing the key to getting his mother back is right in front of him but refusing to help. Sam tried to ask Kaia politely but then Dean pulled his gun from his jacket and undid the safety.
"Get in the car." He said calmly. He was anything but calm.
"Dean." Y/n and Sam warned. He pointed his gun at the young girl and Y/n moved in front of him. "Dean, this is not the way to convince her. You're not thinking straight."
"It's my Mom, Y/n." He growled.
"I know Dean I understand but-"
"No you don't!" He exclaimed. "You'd never know how I feel Y/n. You've never had a mom." Dean yelled and the atmosphere fell completely silent. The only sound audile was the woosh of air. Y/n let out a gasp taking a step back. "You wanted me to communicate huh? So listen to me and listen to me good. You donât know how I feel, I need my mom back and" he pointed his gun at Kaia "she's gonna come with us either way. And you're gonna move out of the way."
"Dean." Sam exclaimed his eyes widened. He wasn't sure what possessed Dean to say all that but he went too far this time.
It was true that Y/n never knew her mom, she was barely two months old when her parents gave her up. It wasn't until she was thirteen she found out that her parents didn't want her since they were too young to be parents. She had told Dean about her longing for her parents but she never thought he'd use it against her.
Without a word she moved aside, unblocking his path to the dream walker. He motioned the girl with his gun to move and she got into the car, Jack followed. With his jaw clenched, Dean got into the drivers seat and slammed the door.
"Y/n." Sam started, "I'm so sorry. Dean he's..."
"Go Sam." Was all she said.
Sam approached her with hesitant steps, he hugged her tightly. "I'm really sorry." He whispered. Dean watched the two in the rear veiw mirror, the anger flushing away and guilt settling in. He knew he regretted those words the moment he said it but he was far too gone in the moment to realise. He turned his head to the front as he heard Sam slide into the passenger's seat. The air was thick with tension as they drove off to South Dakota.
Y/n wouldn't lie, sometimes she thought that Dean didn't need her as much as she needed him, she often thought he might leave her but never in a million years did she think it'd be this way. She never expected him to hit where it hurts the most. In that moment, each and every feeling resurfaced. The feelings she tried so hard to suppress, the feelings of being unwanted, of not being enough.
She can't ever forgive him and won't ever forgive Dean Winchester.
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Cherry Pie Kiss
Slice One
Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader
Summary: The pie thief has struck again. You know who it is but how to prove it? The answer is on the tip of his tongue.
Words: ~900
A/N: So this is SPN fic number two. The idea of Dean being such a pie fiend that he would steal someone else's pie from the fridge and deny it afterwards, really amused me. I obviously didn't get the desire to kiss him out of my system after the first SPN fic I wrote so here's another one đ It's not smut but there is mild adult themes which is why I ask minors not to read or interact. Reader is as generic as I can make but I have referenced as female. I hope you enjoy, and as always, I value your feedback and comments đ
Warnings: kissing, mild violence, bad language as standard. Dean is an asshole. Reader is a bit of an asshole too. They're probably made for each other.
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Dean Winchester. You hate him. His arrogance, his smug superiority, the way he always acts like heâs untouchable⌠his goddamn pretty mouth. Ugh! Asshole!
You didnât always hate him â you had known him for years, one hunter to another â but, since you had been forced to stay with both he and Sam in the bunker these last couple of months, he had really grated on your nerves.Â
After your hunt of a large nest of vampires had gone wrong, you had become the hunted. Your home decimated, your family too precious to put at risk by you staying with them; you had needed help.
Sam had insisted, so you agreed to stay with them until your vamp problem could be solved. Only the nest turned out to be much bigger and far wider spread than you had first thought, and it was taking time for even the infamous Winchester brothers to put an end to.
The light in the refrigerator is stark as you stare inside. Itâs gone. You slam the door, raging internally. Why can you not have anything to yourself in this goddamn place?
âDEAN!â You shout angrily at the top of your lungs, knowing he can hear you from his room down the hall, even with his music playing.
He wonât respond to you. He never does. Why should he? Youâre just some girl heâs got to put up with for a while. Some girl he made a pass at that first week you were here, but you shut him down and heâs been an asshole to you ever since.
You storm up to his door and bray your fist against the wood as hard as you can. âI know youâre in there! Get your ass out here now!â You shout and hammer your fist against the door until you hear him moving inside.
The door clunks as he unlocks it, and it swings open to reveal him stood in the doorway in a navy blue robe and slippers. The light from his lamp is dim but warm, his music a moderate volume for the late hour. He looks irritated that youâve disturbed him, that quizzical frown and pout are a dead giveaway. Good.
âWhatâs got your panties in a twist?â He smirks at you.
âYou!â You push past him, and he doesnât try to block you.
âWhat now?â
This isnât the first time youâve had this argument and it probably wonât be the last. Whenever Sam isnât around, Dean always does something to piss you off, like heâs trying to bait you.
âYou ate my pie! Â AGAIN!â
His expression is schooled into that self-righteous assuredness it always is when you confront him. His hands go to his hips â which looks ridiculous because of the robe â and he shifts his weight onto his other foot.
âI donât know what youâre talkinâ about.â He says with a frown, and itâs entirely plausible that youâve made a mistake, except itâs just the two of you here and you didnât eat the damn pie. âI havenât seen any damn pie.â
âOh yeah?!â You square up to him, looking up into his eyes, unblinking, unphased.
âYeah!â He doubles down, firmly meeting your stare, leaning closer as if you would be intimidated by that.
Itâs a short distance you need to cover and he is unprepared. You expect him to push you away but he flounders, arms flailing and uncoordinated when you grip the lapels of his robe and pull him towards you.
When your lips meet he puckers up and blinks in shock, but you donât give him time to realise whatâs happening. You wrap your arms around his neck and hold him tight as you slip your tongue between his lips, plundering his mouth.
It takes a beat, but he responds by gripping your hips and holding you against him, moaning into your mouth as he opens up to you. The heat of his response takes you by surprise, but it shouldnât have, really. Heâd wanted this since the first few days you were here. Wanted you.
You ravage his mouth, your hands in his hair, making it messy as you practically melt into his arms. His tongue plays perfectly with yours, his lips soft and yielding. Dean Winchester is an exceptional kisser. This fact makes you hate him even more.
As you pull back, breathless, Dean grins at you. He looks happy and care-free, like the cat that got the cream. Your face, however, holds a scowl.
âWhatâs wrong, darlinâ?â His expression changes to concern.
You lick your lips and itâs just as you thought, the sweet buttery goodness of pie crust and the pleasant tartness of sour cherry. You slap him across the face â not hard but just enough to get his attention â and stride to the door leaving him confused.
âWhat the hell?!â He rounds on you, his arousal tenting his robe.
âDonât you dare eat my pie again.â
You leave your warning hanging in the air along with his frustration. A smirk playing on your lips at the sight you had just left behind you; Dean Winchester with kiss-swollen lips and a hard-on for you. It isnât the worst thing youâve seen but you still hate him, even if thereâs now something else there along side it.Â
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Request: you know the episode 4.19 where Sam and Dean get a call from their supposed half brother and their rightfully suspicious and it ends up being a hunt for them? What about instead of Sam getting tied down and bled itâs their baby sister? Sheâs small and young and definitely shouldnât be losing this much blood, she canât even lift herself up after Sam and Dean manage to free her. Pls and thank you!
Request: I have a request on s4 e19 when Sam gets tortured by the ghouls. Can you reverse the roles with Winchester sister? No rush do whenever you want. Just remember to take breaks and drink water! Bye! :)
Sam and Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader
Warnings: Extreme Blood Loss
A/N: Please let me know if you like this because it helps motivate me to write more lol! Requests are open and if I havenât gotten to yours yet feel free to request again because I have over 200 requests and Iâm working on a bunch. You can request anything and everything I donât care and I will never get annoyed!!
âOkay weâve closed off every other way into the house.â You said to Adam, looking at the last tunnel in the house that wasnât closed off. âIf this thing is coming, itâs coming through here.â You finished at the same time as a door creaked through the house. Your attention immediately snapped towards the noise.
âYou were saying?â Adam asked and you looked back towards him.
âAdam!â You heard from the other room and your heart sank.
âAdam!â It cried again, but before you could make your next move Adam was already calling back out.
âMom?â Adam yelled, ready to run.
âNo!â You tried to stop him, but he didnât listen.
âMom!â He yelled out and pushed past you.
âAdam!â You shouted after him, getting your gun ready. You ran down the steps after him trying to get him to stop.
âMom?â You heard him sigh in relief.
âAdam no wait!â You cried out and rounded the corner to see Adam and the monster.
âIt took me, but I got away.â It cried as Adam embraced her.
âAdam, step away from it.â You screamed with your gun pointed.
âY/N, what the hell?â He shouted at you, confused.
âItâs not your mother!â You tried to reason with him.
âAdam, whoâwhat is going on?â The monster cried.
âGet away from him!â You yelled at it starting to feel hopeless.
âWhat is going on?â It cried.
âYou listen to me. Itâs really her, okay?â Adam said, pushing it behind him.
âThere was too much blood, your motherâs dead. There was too much blood in the vents!â You yelled trying to quickly explain before he snatched the gun out of your hand.
âAdam!â It cried.
âShoot it!â You screamed, now terrified of the predicament you were both in.
âHeâs crazy, itâs me!â It yelled in protest of the gun being pointed at it and immediately Adam pointed the gun back at you.
âLookâAdam!â You cried.
âItâs me!â It said.
âThatâs not your mother!â You screamed trying to save the both of you and make him understand that his mother was not his mother and in fact the monster they were hunting. He flipped the gun back on the monster.
âShoot it! Itâs not human!â You yelled, trying to get through to him.
âI know.â He smirked, turning to face you. You had no time to be confused with what the hell was happening before he hit you with the butt of the gun and everything went black.
ââ-
You woke up to humming and noticed you were tied down to a table. You started struggling to get yourself out, but to no avail.
âSilver. No need none of the tests worked. Youâre not shapeshifters. Youâre ghouls.â You sneered, staring at Adamâs fake mom.
âYou know, I find that term racist.â She replied with a knife in her hand.
âHuh.â You said with attitude, rolling your eyes. You tried to free yourself once more when she came to you sniffing you and biting your ear.
âEw! Get away you weirdo freak!â You yelled. You had quite a bad problem with bad mouthing monsters and it always ended up biting you in the butt.
âFresh meat. So much better than what weâre used to.â She grinned.
âOh I shouldâve known. It was the fresh kills that threw me. Ghouls donât usually go after the living because youâre all just disgusting, filthy, nasty, trash pickers, taking form of the last corpse you choke down like a scavenger.â You sneered, again with the name calling. She was lucky you had to get to the point because you were just going to go on and on with all the negative words in the dictionary.
âAnd their thoughts, and their memories. Like Adam for instance.â Fake Adam said, walking into the room.
âYeah well we are what we eat.â She chuckled.
âYouâre pathetic monsters.â You said with disgust. Fake Adam sliced your one arm open and you let out a groan. His fake mom immediately went to licking the blood.
âThat was for calling us pathetic.â Adam said.
âYeah Iâd call you a lot more than that. Do you have time?â You asked sarcastically, still struggling to get away.
âYou know you use that word a lot, Y/N. Monsters.â Fake Adam said and brought the knife down on the table missing you by just an inch.
âBut I donât think you know what it means.â He finished as his fake mom continued to lick the blood pouring out of your arm.
âHer bloodâit tastes different.â She said in confusion.
âOur father was a monster? Why? Because of what he ate? He never hurt anyone, Y/N. Living anyway.â Fake Adam smirked and grabbed the knife.
âNo he was no monster. But the thing that killed him was. A monster named John Winchester.â Adamâs fake mom said trickling the knife up and down your body. Fake Adam stuck his fingers into the wound on your side and you cried out in pain.
âThanks to your daddy, my brother and I, grew up on our own.â She explained as he twisted his finger deeper into your side and you let out a scream.
âAt least we had each other.â She finished. He took his finger out of your wound and licked the blood off of it.
âLike you and your brothersâ inseparable.â He said.
âActually it was very hard to get you on your own. Your brothers are almost always keeping you out of harms way. Awww how protective.â She said sarcastically.
âSo we figured instead of killing all of you, why not just kill you? They would suffer way more knowing that their wittle baby sister is dead.â He said in a fake sad voice.
âGo to hell.â You managed to get out.
âLike you said, Y/N, the only thing you can count on is family.â He said as she sucked more blood out of your arm.
âAnd for 20 years, we lived like rats. Graveyard after graveyard, all that stinking flesh. And then we thought hey why not move up to the fresher game?â She said.
âAnd we knew just where to start.â He smirked and started carving on your other arm. You cried out in pain and felt the world fading around you.
âRevengeâ itâs never over, is it, Y/N?â He asked, still carving around your arm.
âFirst, it was Johnâs cop friend, and then his slut and then his son.â She said twirling her knife around.
âThen I called John, but the son of a bitch was already dead.â Adam sighed, disappointed.
âSo I guess you will have to do instead.â She said, petting the side of your face.
âAnd they wonât interrupt us this time. Weâre gonna feed on you nice and slowâ like we did with Adam.â He said.
âOh and by the way, he really was your brother. You should know that.â She grinned. You struggled against the ropes that tied you down, trying anything to escape.
âHe was still alive when we took our first bites.â He smiled.
âAnd he was a screamer!â She said before she sliced your entire forearm. Fake Adam followed after her and sliced your arm again. You screamed in pain and thrashed. You could feel the blood pooling out of your body and you could hear it dripping into the bowls. The way it flowed like a waterfall made you feel absolutely sick. You knew you were going to bleed out and that you didnât have much time left.
âY/N, the more you struggle, the faster youâre going to bleed out. So you might as well lie back and relax.â Adam said as you whined and whimpered, trying to stay awake.
âHey!â You heard Dean scream and a shot ring out.
âDean, theyâre ghouls-â You tried screaming, but you were so weak it came out as a whisper. You knew Dean heard you though because another shot rung out.
âWhich means headshot.â He said as Sam came stumbling into the room.
âY/N!â He yelled before he was taken down by fake Adam and thrown through the glass doors. Dean immediately followed suit as you groaned and cried out. Your breaths were becoming rapid and shorter. You didnât have enough energy to pick up your head to see the fight going down. It felt like forever before you saw blurry figure walk back into the room. Not knowing who it was, you tried to get your body to move. You felt like you had a fifty pound weight holding your body down.
âNo!â You whimpered weakly, knowing you had no fight left in you.
âHey, hey, hey, hey, itâs Sam, sweetheart. I got you, youâre safe.â You heard Sam and felt him cup your cheeks to get your attention.
âSâmmy.â You slurred.
âYeah, hey bug, itâs me, I got you.â Sam said softly trying to comfort you, knowing that it was bad.
âDean, sheâs freezing cold.â Sam cried out trying to stay calm.
âShit.â Dean said panicking. You felt the rope being cut off of your one wrist and you groaned out in pain.
âI know kid, I know. Hang in there for me okay?â Dean said, knowing that it was painful, but it had to be done. He started cutting the other one on your wrist while Sam started on your ankles. You felt your heart racing, your body sweating and your skin clammy. You could barely hang on to consciousness and your body felt weighed down by a million weights.
âMmm scared.â You slurred looking into the blurriness of your brothers.
âYouâre going to be okay sweetheart alright? Youâre going to be fine. Just keep talking to us okay?â Sam asked, now full on panicking, but trying to keep you calm. You knew that something wasnât right. This was too much blood and you werenât sure if you were going to be okay. You let a few tears slide down your cheeks as you struggled to catch your breath.
âNo, no, no. Youâre going to be okay, alright? I wonât let anything happen to you.â Dean said noticing your tears. He quickly placed rags on your forearms and held them tight to stop the bleeding. You cried out in pain and tried to pull away when you felt him putting pressure on them.
âI know kid, I know. Iâm sorry.â Dean said clenching his jaw. Sam made his next move by helping you sit up, but your body felt like jelly. You couldnât lift yourself up as your head lobbed to the side of you. This feeling absolutely terrified you and left your body trembling in fear. The impending doom was taking over and it was paralyzing you. As your brothers scrambled around you trying to support your body, they urgently discussed their next steps in helping you when you interrupted.
âMm I going to die?â You whispered weakly, blinking away the dots that clouded your vision. Scared that if you closed them, you wouldnât open them again.
âHEY, HEY!â Dean yelled and tapped your face. Your eyes snapped wide open and your body trembled uncontrollably as you whimpered in fear.
âYouâre not going to die. Do you hear me? Just keep those eyes open for me, alright?â Dean asked with fear in his own eyes, but when he looked into yours he was met with confusion.
âWh-what?â You started. In an instant, you were confused. Where were you? What happened?
âDe?â You called out for your eldest brother, the one who took care of you your entire life. The one who was always there for you when you called.
âYeah Iâm here baby, Iâm here.â He said. Baby? He only called you that when something serious was happening. You finally took in your surroundings and saw yourself covered in blood as your brothers worked around you.
âWhat happened!â You cried out, completely confused and dazed.
âRelax sweetheart, youâre going to be okay, alright? Youâre going to be okay.â You heard Sam say as he lifted your body off of the table. You grunted in pain, but your body only grew heavier.
âThereâs too much blood!â Dean cried.
âI know, I know!â Sam yelled in frustration.
It felt like time was skipping because the next thing you knew, you were in the impala. You glanced to your right and noticed your dad.
âDad?â You asked, fuzzily. Dean immediately looked towards Sam who glanced down towards you.
âSheâs hallucinating Dean, sheâs lost too much blood.â Sam said stealing a concerned glance towards his brother. Dean gripped the steering wheel tight and cursed silently, speeding faster.
âDad, I missed you.â You cried, which caused Dean to completely break.
âHey baby, no, dadâs not here, alright? Dadâs not here.â He said weakly, completely terrified of his sisterâs state.
âMmm târed.â You said weakly, the heaviness and the blood loss making their last round on you.
âHey, hey, hey, hey, sweetheart, youâve gotta stay awake.â Sam said urgently, but you didnât listen and closed your eyes in exhaustion.
âKeep your eyes open please!â Sam cried out and tapped your face. It had no effect on you as you slipped into unconsciousness.
âââ
You jumped awake to a beeping noise in a complete panic. You were in a daze and physically couldnât lift yourself up which made you panic more.
âHey, youâre okay, youâre okay.â You heard Dean say, but the beeping noise only got faster. You were in total confusion and couldnât make out where you were.
âRelax for me kid, youâre alright.â You heard Dean again and this time felt a hand placed on you. You groggily looked around and saw that you were in a hospital room. You immediately went into an intense shiver unsure if it was from how cold you were or if it was from the nerves that just overcame you. Dean cupped the side of your face, no doubt feeling your body tremor.
âYouâre okay.â He said softly, giving you a reassuring nod.
âSo cold.â You made out and he sent you a sad look.
âAlright, let me go find a nurse and get you some more blankets.â He replied hesitantly unsure if he wanted to leave you alone when Sam walked into the room with coffee. Samâs immediate sigh of relief when he saw you awake and his glance towards Dean made you realize how serious whatever happened to you was. Dean left the room and Sam walked towards you.
âHey sweetheart.â He said softly, sitting in front of you.
âSammy.â You smiled weakly and tried to reach out to him. He immediately got the hint and took your hands into his.
âIâm here.â He said gently and rubbed his fingers on your hand.
âIâm so weak.â You mumbled, trying to understand why your body felt so heavy.
âWhat happened?â You whispered, not remembering anything that took place. Samâs face fell and his eyes filled with sorrow.
âThe ghouls had you bleeding out and when we got to you it was almost too late. You were so pale and you were ice cold. You were so cold bug, it terrified me.â Sam said, looking away and trying to collect himself.
âThere was blood everywhere, we werenât even sure how you were alive at that point. Then you started hallucinating and went unconscious. We thought we lost you, God we were so scared.â He said, shedding a tear and quickly wiping it before it could drop.
âWe rushed you to the hospital, not knowing if you were even alive and waited around for hours not hearing anything. Then the doctor came out and told us you were stabilized, but lost 35% of your blood. He said you shouldâve died and that it was nothing less of a miracle.â He said as his voice cracked.
âYou were in a coma for two weeks.â He explained quietly, knowing this was going to freak you out.
âIâve been out for two weeks?!â You asked, hysterically.
âThey said it couldâve been up to a couple months, we just werenât sure when youâd wake up.â He said as you just stared blankly at him.
âWe were so terrified to lose you. Dean even prayed a few times.â He finished. You both knew that Dean never prayed and he never believed that there was a God out there so the fact that it got to the point where Dean was praying, made you extremely emotional. The tears started streaming down your face.
âIâm so sorry Sammy, I shouldâve known it was a trap.â You cried, feeling terrible and guilty that your brothers had to be put through something so traumatic because of your own mistake.
âSweetheart, no, itâs not your fault. Me and Dean shouldâve never left you alone with Adam. We werenât thinking and it almost cost you your life.â Sam said, staring into your eyes and wiping your tears. Before you could say something back, the door opened. Dean, a few nurses and a doctor walked in. They checked your vitals and explained that you were going to be very weak for about a month. You had iron deficiency anemia due to the blood loss and it would take a long time for you to start feeling normal again. They left the room and Dean put the extra blankets that they brought in on top of you. The weight and coziness of the blankets made you immediately feel tired. Your brothers took notice and Dean kissed the side of your head.
âGet some rest kid, weâll be here.â Dean reassured.
âThank you for saving me.â You smiled softly looking between your brothers.
âAlways.â Dean said as Sam grabbed your hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.
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A/N: Hi guys! I promised another Sam fic so HERE WE ARE! This idea was originally for Dean, but I figured it would work for Sammy too. I tweaked it a little bit once I saw this GIF because OMG idk its just so cute. ENJOY <3
Characters: Sam Winchester, Reader Y/N, Dean Winchester, Crowley
Pairing: Sam Winchester X Reader
Warnings: Demon!Reader, arguing, mild violence, guns, alcohol, biting, fluff, supernatural stuff, nerds, physical affection.
Summary: After the Winchester brothers barge into Crowley's lair, they meet you. You're already in a bad mood and they don't help. You can't help but notice the taller one, how attractive he is. After going to the bunker with them, you find yourself in an unexpected situation.
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"I have never once gotten myself in danger! Why won't you let me do this?" Y/N screamed at the man in front of her. Crowley was like a father to her. He took her in from the depths of hell when she was little, turning her into the little princess of hell.
"Hunters get hurt. They die, all the time. Is that really something you want for yourself?" He questioned, crossing his hands in his lap. He was staring down at her from his throne and this irked her. She didn't like being talked down to, especially not by Crowley. She was not going to be treated like one of his servants.
"You are ridiculous. I am more than capable of killing a few monsters. I'm a mini you, for hell's sake!" He just shook his head and sighed. "I said no, Y/N. Do not make me repeat myself."
Y/N felt her jaw tick, her eyes quickly flicking to black, a low red glow illuminating from the corners. She wasn't a normal demon. After being with Crowley, she evolved into a different being.
Her arm stuck out and she flung him across the room, earning a loud groan from not only him but two new men. She snapped her head around and walked backwards towards the throne, claiming her rightful seat upon it.
"Did we interrupt something?" The shorter one chuckled as he nudged Crowley with his foot. The older man grunted and pushed himself off the ground. "Get out, Winchesters. We are having a family discussion."
The taller one glanced over at you, and his brother hooted. "Wow, a new wife? This one's a little young, don't ya think?" Her eyes widened and she instinctively slammed him against the wall. "He is like my father, you indolent pig!"
"Right, my bad." He choked out and the giant stepped forward. "Let him go." He said as he pulled out a blade. She just laughed, looking over at Crowley. He gave her a nod and she huffed, releasing the man from her hold.
"Well, aren't you a bundle of sunshine." He scoffed as he brushed himself off. She glared at him and he put his hands up in defense, making the taller one laugh quietly.
"Look, Crowley, we need your help. Difficult demon hunt." He explained as his brother still tried to compose himself. Crowley shook his head, an amused look on his face. "Very funny, Sam. Run along, you two aren't getting help here."
"Actually, Sam, you might. What do you need help with?" Y/N announced quickly, rising from the seat and stepping forward. "Uh... Just with some research, I really don't think you-" Sam started but Crowley cut him off. "You aren't helping, Y/N. Go to the back room, now."
"What's your name?" She asked the shorter man, ignoring the king completely. "Dean. This is my brother." He grinned, growing a liking to the young woman. Sam cleared his throat and looked down at her, "I would listen to your, uh, dad."
The older man nodded and gestured towards the doorway behind her. She shook her head and smiled up at him, an innocent look in her beautiful Y/E/C eyes. "I'm a big girl, Sam. He can't control me." She moved closer to him, standing nearly a foot away.
"He's the king of hell, the hell you mean he doesn't control you?" Dean questioned, disbelief mounting his features. She glanced over at him, her eyes morphing into dark pits enclosed by a ruby glow. "I'm the princess of hell. I have more power than you think, Winchester."
Sam stepped back, his brows furrowing as he lips flattened into a line. "Don't worry, I don't bite. I want to help." She blinked her eyes back to normal and grinned at the brothers.
"Y/N! What did I tell you!" Crowley shouted, using his powers to throw her to the floor. She hissed and got up, her eyes glowing brighter than they had before. "I swear to God, I will carve out your fucking eyes." She spat as she tossed him against a wall, her fingers closing tighter, slowly crushing his internal organs.
Sam rushed to her side and tried pulling her back, but she just kept going, slowly walking towards the king. When she reached him, her hand wrapped around his throat, a low growl escaping her. "I'm becoming a hunter, whether you like it or not."
Sam gripped her shoulder, leaning down to whisper in her ear. "He's not stopping you, let's go. You're alright." He soothed, giving her a gentle squeeze.
Her brain stuttered, her force relaxing as her eyes shifted. "Fine." She stated simply before letting go of Crowley completely and storming out of the building.
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They had stopped at a diner before heading home to the bunker, all of them chatting and story-telling. The waitress came by to take their orders and she looked Y/N up and down, a look of distaste forming across her face.
"Well, you have an interesting fashion choice." The older woman spoke. Y/N bit her tongue, trying to remind herself that this was a conservative town and her outfit was very provocative. "Thanks, Hun. Anyway, I'd like-" The woman cut her off and put a hand on her hip.
"I'm just saying, young lady. That is a very immodest outfit. If I didn't know better, I'd think you work on the streets." Her southern drawl only made Y/N more irritated. Dean tried holding back a laugh, his beer nearly shooting out of his mouth.
"And I think you belong in a nursing home. Don't worry, hell has great hosts. I'd like some fries, please." She punctuated her statement with a flash of her eyes, the action earning a quiet gasp from Sam and roar of laughter from his brother.
"C-coming right up." The waitress murmured before skittishly running off, retreating to the back of the diner. "Damn, little lady. Didn't know you were that feisty!" Dean teased and she rolled her eyes. "Didn't know you were that reckless." Sam muttered and she sighed.
"Sammy, we're fine. What is she gonna do, call a priest on me?" Dean snickered some more. "You should really be more careful - for your safety." Sam warned, his brows knitted together.
"Awh, you care about me!" She cooed, a sarcastic undertone lacing her words. "We only just met, Sammy. We aren't that committed yet."
He shook his head and stared her down, his eyes so full and bright. "Those are the cutest puppy dog eyes ever." She added before kissing his cheek and excusing herself to the bathroom.
"Sammy's got a girlfriend..." Dean whispered in a sing-song voice, causing Sam to kick him under the table.
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Sam was researching in the library, books sprawled out on the desk in front of him. He was fiddling with a pen in his hands, a concentrated look on his face as he jotted down a few things on a notepad.
"Whatcha writing, Sammy?" Y/N asked. She was sitting on a bar above him, the ceiling only a few feet away from her head. Her legs dangled mindlessly in the air as she studied him.
He raised a brow and looked up at her. "What are you doing up there, Princess?" He questioned back, slouching back a bit in his chair. "Watching you." She responded with a huge smile, her eyes glistening in the bunker light.
"Why don't you come down from there, yeah?" He offered, patting his thigh gently as an invitation. She giggled and bit her lip, leaning forward. Her hands slid beneath the cool metal and grasped the edge behind her.
She swung downwards, hanging there for a minute before dropping to the ground. "If you insist." She danced her way over, her hands meeting his shoulders as she crawled into his lap.
He chuckled and his hand began rubbing her back. She nestled her head underneath his chin and skimmed over the pages he was reviewing. Her legs were hunched up, knees level with his upper chest and feet planted on his other thigh.
His free hand gently wrapped around her ankle, his digits resting on the hem of her sock as his thumb traced random patterns on her skin.
She reached over and grabbed his beer bottle, taking a long drag and twirling it between her fingers. "That's mine." He mumbled into her hair, his hand moving from her leg, covering hers as he tried to reclaim the bottle.
"No. I want it." She retorted, trying to move the bottle away. He plugged the top of the bottle with his thumb so it didn't spill, tugging it away from her. "Well, you don't always get what you want."
She huffed and crossed her arms, her elbow digging into his stomach. "I got you." She bickered and he smiled. He set the bottle down on the table and pulled her closer, one arm hooked around her belly.
"I guess you're right, Princess."
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ok so forewarning, i donât really have a question here, just lots of thoughts.
thereâs so many layers to the general *badness* about the mia vallens therapy scene. like to the manipulation (for lack of a better word) that sam rewrites. like it makes such a difference that she thinks jack is their little brother instead of the son of the thing that killed deanâs best friend/loml. not to mention the fact that itâs been what like a week since *everything*
and like yes deanâs being cold towards jack and giving him orders (which, i could argue they werenât uncalled-for), but tbh heâs only being moderately colder/more direct with him than heâs been with cas at times on hunts (thinking hunteri heroici) and even similar to how *sam* has been with like claire and even dean himself (thinking that episode dean turned into a teenager and all of MOC). like genuinely, how was sam expecting him to act like?
also (half joking) i genuinely think dean wouldâve warmed up to jack even quicker than he did (we can already see it in this same episode, like that look he gives jack when he asks mia if buddy hurt her too) if he heard jack say he hates anakin skywalker lol
ok wait i do have a question. do you think jack actually was âterrifiedâ of dean during that therapy scene?
(post linking to some context)
Okay so I rewatched 13.01-13.04 on a plane this past week so it's all extra fresh on my mind rn. The thing about 13.04 is that Dean wasn't comfortable bringing Jack on the hunt, and Jack didn't want to go, but Sam pushed insistently for all of them to go on the hunt together... primarily because Dean's feelings were thwarting Sam's plans for Jack and his own emotional coping mechanisms in a larger sense.
I think Dean's feelings compared to Sam's here are relatively more simple (and yet somehow still intensely misunderstood to a baffling degree). Dean was grieving. He was grieving Cas who died right in front of him, he was grieving Crowley (he pleads with Chuck to bring "even Crowley" back in 13.01!) and he was grieving Mary.
The thing with Dean's grief over Cas is this: instead of viewing it from Dean's perspective, we tend to analyze it as omniscient viewers who know Cas will come back, refusing see how miraculous Casâs return truly was. We refuse to see Cas's death was different this time and appeared very permanent. There was no uncertainty like there was in season 7 or 8. His wings burned into the ground and his grace extinguished. Dean pleaded and prayed for Cas and Mary and Crowley's return to the only person who ever brought Cas back from certain death (via explosion in 5.01 and 5.22)âthe person who told Dean in 11.23 he was leaving and Dean was on his own. Dean didn't hear back. The ONLY reason Cas comes back in 13.05 is that 1) Jack woke him him up unwittingly using powers no one knew he possessed and 2) Cas then annoyed a creature they didn't even know existed into letting him out of a place they 3) didn't even know existed and 4) Cas somehow came back with a body even though he had been burned to ash. All of this is completely miraculous. It was unforeseeable. It doesnât even make complete sense as a viewer. In other words, Dean has ZERO reason to hope for Cas's return. There was ZERO reason to refuse to acknowledge that grief⌠but that's exactly what Sam does. He suggests Dean pray for Chuck to bring Cas back in 13.01. As soon as Sam knew Dean already tried that and Cas was DEAD dead, he treated Cas as something Dean needed to reframe and get over:
SAM: You thinking mom is gone and Cas is gone, and that Jack canât be saved. Dean, after everything weâve gone through⌠We just lost people we love, people who have been in our lives for a long time. Everythingâs upside-down. I get it. But weâve been down before. I mean, rock bottom. And we find a way. We fix it because thatâs what we do.
This is the "Pull yourself up by your bootstraps" speech in 13.02âlike a day after they burned Cas's body. Sam's wording here is cruel tooâsaying Dean is "thinking" Cas is gone as if he didn't die right in front of him? He refuses to acknowledge Cas's death as something Dean was actively and rightfully mourning. This becomes a major point of contention between the brothers at the end of 13.03.
DEAN: Look, I know you think that you can use [Jack] as some sort of an interdimensional can-opener and thatâs fine, but donât act like you care about him! Because you only care about what he can do for you! So if you want to pretend, thatâs fine! But me? I can hardly look at the kid! Because when I do all I see is everybody weâve lost! SAM: Mom chose to take that shot at Lucifer. That is not on Jack!
Sam will only name Maryâthe one person whose death they canât 100% confirm (the same thing happens in front of Mia in 13.04). The absence of Casâs name here is pointed. So Dean says:
DEAN: And what about Cas?
And how does Sam respond?
SAM: What about Cas?
Uh... wow. That's what really sets Dean off to full on shouting:
DEAN: [Jack] manipulated him, he made him promises, said, âparadise on earthâ and Cas bought it and you know what that got him? It got him dead! Now you might be able to forget about that, but I canât!
Sam's denial of what Dean literally SAW (Cas died) and how that hurtsâhis insistence that Dean also halt grieving to hope for the impossibleâit's a major sticking point and very revealing of Sam's own coping mechanisms. Sam's chief response to grief is to disassociate himself from it. We see a textbook case in season 8 (see: 8.08), but in most of the series, what this actually looks like for Sam is to keep moving and hunting (ex: 1.02, 2.02, 2.10, 2.11, 2.18 3.11, 4.09, 9.01) which is also why he insists on bringing Dean and Jack on the hunt in 13.04. Sam tries not to think about what they've lost and focuses on what he CAN do. He focuses on hoping Mary can be saved because she's the one person he didn't SEE die.
The thing about Deanâs grief over Mary is this: he convinces himself Lucifer had to have killed her. She's the one person whose death Dean can't be certain of, but he absolutely cannot bear the thought of hoping sheâs alive and it turning out heâs wrong. He knows he wouldnât psychologically survive hoping in that and his beliefs being crushed. It would be like losing his mom all over again (a THIRD time). So he sticks to what is most likely: Lucifer killed her. He can't contend with the hope Sam is clinging to desperately, and that's what makes them such poor companions in grief. Sam feels off balance when Dean won't keep moving and hoping like himâwhen Dean can't keep up the pace Sam wants to run at in his own griefâand in doing so, Sam keeps pushing Dean to contend with hopes that open Dean up to a WORLD of pain Sam can psychologically convince himself not to feel. Grieving together just really just doesn't work for them because they're never on the same page and deal in such different waysâand this has been hurting them from as early as 2.02!!!
Now to bring Jack into this more fully: Jack represents Sam and Dean's different perspectives on grief and on Mary. Just like Dean despairs over Mary's demise, Dean despairs over the possibility of Jack being good. He can't bear the idea of hoping in that and being wrong. The psychologically safest option for him is to assume the worst and not hope or believe in anything turning out okay.
Sam, on the other hand, pretty much immediately sees a way to use Jack to get Mary back. This is clear when he and Jack get locked up together in the jail cell in 13.01. After establishing that Jack isn't hearing things and (probably) isn't going to murder him imminently, Sam immediately starts down a line of questioning establishing how well Jack understands his powers, and then asks him outright:
SAM: Jack, look, um... before you were born, you -- you opened up a door to another world. Do you remember that? JACK: Yes. SAM: Okay, um, could you do that again?
Shortly after, when Sam arrives, he tells Dean (who is convinced after everything that happened in 12.23 that 12.19 that Jack is evil or will turn evil):
We need him.
Sam repeats this sentiment multiple times with clear meaning, and later in 13.04, he admits to Jack that he wants to use him to open the portal. This doesn't mean he doesn't also grow to see himself in Jack quickly and genuinely believe in his capacity for good, but he isn't fully honest with Jack about his motives until 13.04 where he finally comes clean, and this poisons the well with Jack a little.
@shallowseeker has pointed out before that in 13.03, while trying to figure out how to get Jack's powers to work (and spying on Jack through cameras from another room) Sam is seen reading "The Drama Of The Gifted Child". I wish I could find the post because Shal probably brought it up too, but when I was rewatching this episode, I noticed the chapter Sam had just settled into read before being interrupted was titled,
"Depression and Grandiosity: Two Related Forms of Denial"
Given the accusations flying from Sam toward Dean then from Dean toward Sam about denial in the following episode (13.04), this feels amusingly pointed. Dean is depressed (and about to attempt suicide in 13.05), Sam is depressed and has "grandiose" ideas of using Jack to pop open a portal to another reality while hiding behind the guise of being the most rational person in the room when he... isn't necessarily? And it's easy to argue "Well, Sam turns out to be right even if he didn't ultimately have much of a reason to think he was" but the core problem here is how his beliefs effect how he treats other people's grief. He isn't honest with Jack about his motives (while Dean is somewhat brutally honest) and pushes and watches even while claiming he's giving Jack space (13.03), he refuses to give Dean space to grieve even the family member they know is dead, he inserts a therapist into the situation and criticizes Dean's grief when Dean won't play his game, and in 13.05, after Dean says that he can't believe in anything right now, Sam's clumsy attempts at help involve plying Dean with alcohol he says he doesn't even want and trying to send him off to strip clubsâbelieving that Dean performing being okay will somehow address his mental state because Sam's idea of coping himself is simply "going through the motions".
As for Jack, I don't think he's scared of Dean. I think he's scared of what Dean believes. He's scared that Dean is right. From 13.01-13.06, Jack is contending with the question of whether he's destined for evil or good, and in his depressed state, Dean believes Jack is destined for evil because hoping in anything is completely beyond him at that moment. Sam tells Jack that he can be good, but he hides ulterior motives as to why he's being nice, and when those ulterior motives are revealed, it leaves Jack thinking Sam is the kind of person who will lie to Jack and tell him he's good just to get what he wants. Meanwhile, Jack knows Dean is being completely honest with him about what he believes. 13.03 and 13.04 clearly demonstrate that Jack understands the difference between beliefs and facts: Dean could be right or he could be wrong. What Jack holds onto like an anchor is that he can trust Dean to tell him the truth about what he believesâeven if it hurts.
It's also just so obvious that Jack immediately wants Deanâspecificallyâto like him (see: Jack mimicking Dean's mannerisms while eating in 13.02, and his clumsy attempts to earn his favor in 13.04). Sam also picks up on this, and encourages Jack to seek Dean's approval in 13.04 to try and change Dean's beliefs. Sam (and to some extent Jack) are thinking in 13.04, that if Jack can prove to Dean that he can be good, and if Dean tells him he did a good job (which Dean does in the end), Jack can believe that. Sam sees that Jack wants Dean's approval and the impression that Dean's beliefs have had on Jack and thinks by pushing them together as soon as possible (when neither of them want to go on the hunt) and treating them as a family and forcing Dean to accept Jack when Dean just isn't ready (including by paralleling Jack with himself in a way that becomes an accusation), he can "fix" Jack so he isn't scared of his powers anymore (13.03) and then he can teach Jack to use his powers and Jack can open a portal to save their mom.
Jack's attempts to earn Dean's favor in 13.04 are clumsy. His first attempt is directly ignoring Dean telling him to wait in the car and sneaking into the crime scene, potentially contaminating it. At Mia's office, Jack's outburst about losing a mother is what allows Sam to set up the whole family therapy trap to begin with, and because Dean knows Sam is going to use that to hurt him, he warns Jack not to make outbursts like that. Dean is not being nice. Point blank. And I do think his tone is a little different than with Cas which in the past felt more like exasperation. I also donât think it makes him the devil. I think that's understandable when putting in even a tiny amount of effort and it's kind of laughable to me how few people seem to even try because they're so caught up in Sam's happy family narrative and the idea that someone wanting Dean's approval presents an obligation that Dean give it no matter how emotionally impossibleâand in a situation where asking him to lie would actually destroy that much more of Jack's trust.
#13.01#13.02#13.03#13.04#13.05#dean and mary#mary#dean and jack#jack#and cas is my best friend#the flannel business#bad therapist sam#season 13#mail#i just stopped
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Deer Demon and The Hunter
Alastor x female reader x Dean Winchester (Sam and others mentioned)
Summary: Alastor flirts with you well by being himself and Dean isn't having it.
A/N- I'll do another part if y'all want and if this does well. Let me know Dean and Alastor are both mu husbands so I would LOVE to write more of the two of them together.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the dilapidated streets of Pentagram City, you followed alongside Dean, with Sam shortly behind. Surprisingly, there was a lot of crime in this hell. It was a different hell that none of you had ever come across before, nor had the Trickster even talked about it as part of his fantasies. The relationship between you and Dean was complicated; you both felt strongly for each other, but due to the life that both of you put your heart and soul into, it just would never work.
After trying to avoid all the killings and other crimes on the streets of the new Hell, you came across a very large hotel. It was so big that you could probably see it from miles away. In fact, almost like a beacon of twisted hope amidst the chaos. Deciding that it was late and you needed to find some vacancy, the three of you walked into the doors of the Hazbin Hotel. As you stepped in, you didn't notice Dean was standing much closer to you than before, as you all took in the very... red... scenery. Putting down your duffel bags, which you had no idea how they got there with you, but they did.
You couldn't help but feel a shiver of apprehension run down your spine. Suddenly, in the shadows, a figure stood. He was much taller than both brothers, surprisingly, because in your world, no one was taller than the two brothers. Standing proud in the center of all the red chaos stood Alastor, formerly known as The Radio Demon.
"Ah, a trio of hunters coming into our LOVELY humbled establishment, which we call a hotel," Alastor said with animated hand gestures as he apporched you all. you noticed the deer features instantly, as did the two brothers. You also noticed the Joker Ish smile that graced his face. In fact, it never seemed to fall. His claws rested on what seemed like a cane, which had a microphone and an eyeball on it.
Dean, the protective one out of the group, shot him a distrustful glare, and he stepped closer to you, grabbing your arm and pulling you back gently to shield you from this thing. He knew you could handle your own, that's how you two met, but he couldn't shake the fact that if anything were to happen to you, he would never forgive himself for it. "We're just passing through," he grumbled, his voice dripping with skepticism. Throughout this interaction, you realized that the deer demon's red eyes were on you the whole time, not even paying attention to Dean's glares. Your heart sank, and you got a bad feeling. Alastor pushed passed Dean and over to you.
"Ah, but a lady such as yourself deserves a warm welcome," he crooned, offering you, his arm. "Allow me to show you around, my dear." You hesitated for a minute, holding out your hand towards the tall man, although accepting his gesture. He then kissed the back of your hand, making you blush. Sam placed a hand on Dean's shoulder. As Alastor led you through the corridors of the hotel, his charm and wit were impossible to resist. He regaled you with stories of the underworld, his words weaving a seductive spell around you.
Dean's jealousy simmered beneath the surface, his jaw clenched as he watched Alastor's blatant flirtation with growing irritation. Sam attempted to diffuse the tension, but it was too lateâthe hunter and the Radio Demon were on a collision course. Dean saw Alastor place his claw on your lower back, which sent him over the edge. The hunter confronted the Radio Demon, his lips snarled, and Alastor seemed to enjoy it. "Back off, Radio Freak," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "She's not interested in your games."
Hoping Alastor would take the hint, he didn't. His smile only grew bigger, a hint of challenge in his eyes as his neck twisted, then his body faced Dean head-on. "Ah, seems you're the one playing the game," Alastor said, and you winced, as did Sam. You both knew that this wasn't going to end well. The tension between the two men crackled in the air, the atmosphere charged with primal energy as they squared off. It was clear that neither would back down, their rivalry fueled by pride and desire. Dean's nostrils flared, and Alastor just continued to smile down at him.
You sadly found yourself in the middle of the two tall men. After the Princess of Hell broke the two apart, Dean didn't think twice and pulled you away to calm down. Dean grumbled something under his breath as he rummaged through his duffle bag.
"Dean?" You began but soon were stopped.
"That demon, or whatever the hell he is... he's getting under both of our skins."
"Well, Iâ" You shut up after the glare Dean had sent you. There was a knock on the door.
"It's fine, Dean, he's just being sweet," you shrugged and opened your hotel room door. The Radio Demon stood there proudly.
"Evening, my dear," he said, looking over at Dean who was fuming, then back at you. "I was hoping you'd join me for some tea."
#alastor#hazbin hotel#i have an obsession#alastor x you#the radio demon#hazbin alastor#alastor imagine#alastor x reader#dean winchester#supernatural
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Get Off the Highway || Chapter 1
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Plus Size Reader
Word Count: 1.2 K Â
Warnings/tags: Enemies to lovers trope, pining, angst, fluff, childhood trauma, eldest daughter syndrome
A/N: Iâm sorry for the short chapter. There isnât much Dean in this one or much of an interaction between them. But I really hope you enjoy it. It is a short introduction to Reader and the very first meeting between our reader and the Winchesters. I know it says enemies to lovers trope, but I think itâs more along the lines of rivals to lovers. A bit like Anastasia and Dimitri, from the animated movie; Anastasia. If you know, you know. Which weâll get more in the next chapter. Â Â
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âThanks,â You smiled at the waitress as she refilled your cup.
She sent a quick smile your way. âLet me know if you need anything else.â
âWill do.â
Sitting in the booth by the window, you were waiting for the help that Garth had promised you. You still had a hard time believing that he had sent the Winchesters your way. You had been working on this case for a little over two weeks. Strange killings had been going on in town. Wasnât that how every hunt started? Strange deaths, classified more often than not as animal attack.
You knew better though. Everything about that case pointed to vampires. You had been able to locate their nest. Only problem was you were alone and there were at least eight of them. And before that case, you had never hunted vampires. Many hunters believed they had been hunted to extinction. And so far, you could only agree with them. Until now. It was a pretty big nest. At least, it was to you.
Not much of a team player, you usually hunt on your own. You liked it better this way. You didnât have to depend on anyone for your survival. And you were the only one you had to worry about when on a hunt. It was better this way.
A dark muscle car parked next to yours on the parking lot. Two tall men climbed out of the car and made their way into the diner. The bell over the door rang as they walked through it. You observed them as they looked around the diner, certainly looking for you. The tallest of the two, with hair that belonged in a shampoo commercial, was the first one to clock you. Broad shoulders, tall, the Winchesters were handsome men. Way out of your league.
âSam and Dean Winchester, I presume?â You asked as they stopped by your booth. You introduced yourself as they took a seat across from you.
The waitress stopped by your table. They placed their orders, and the waitress left with a smile on her face. And you told them everything they needed to know about the hunt, the nest and the location of it.
Your back slammed against the wall as the male vampire shoved you into the wall. You tried to push him away as the vampire snarled before he dived for your neck. You had a plan that you had, of course, shared with the brothers.
âThatâs a stupid plan.â Dean scoffed.
âHow is it stupid?â You asked with a frown.
âToo complicated.â Dean retorted. âItâs vampires, we go in, kill them, save the girl, go out. Simple, easy.â
âAnd my plan is stupid.â You scoffed in turn. âWhat about the not getting killed part?â
âWe kill them before they kill us.â Dean said back.
âYou have an answer for everything, huh?â You crossed your arms over your chest, annoyed at him. Â
And now, there you were. Fighting off a vampire because Dean Winchester thought he was too good for your plan. Alright, maybe your plan wasnât all that good. It was the first time you were hunting vampires, after all. And sure, Sam had given you precious tips on how to take down a vampire. But Dean could have at least given you the benefit of the doubt. Or at least, given your plan a chance. It wasnât all that bad.
You always thought there were safety in numbers. Although, youâd rather hunt alone. However, this was a vampire nest and you needed help. And your plan was for the three of you to stick together while you go through the nest. The Vampires would not know you were there. Chances were, they did not expect anyone to come to their nest. It wasnât a grand and complicated plan, as Dean made it sound. It was your plan. And you liked to do things your way.
That was why you were annoyed more than anything. It was your hunt and your plan. And Dean Winchester decided that he would take over. And you simply did not like it. But you swallowed your pride because he knew better than you did. He had hunted vampires before while you had not. So, you trusted his opinion but you still didnât like that they were not doing things your way.
âTook you long enough.â You said breathless, as the dead vampire fell to the ground. Beheaded.
âYou okay?â Sam asked you.
âYeah,â You nodded quickly. âIâm good.â
âSAM!â You both heard Dean call from upstairs.
On Samâs heels, you rushed upstairs to Deanâs rescue. There, you saw more vampires and still no trace of the girl. One of those vampires was pining Dean to the floor, going for his neck. As soon as you reached the landing, the vampires turned on you and hissed. You reached into your pocket for the syringe that contained the dead manâs blood. It was poison to vampires. It would not kill them but incapacitate them for a little while. You stabbed the first vampire that reached you in the neck, and they crumpled to the floor. You took this opportunity to behead the monster. Sam was a little to your left, fighting his own vampire. He kicked it in the stomach before marching onto it. Judging that Sam did not need your help, you rushed to Dean, and beheaded the vampire attacking him.
You pulled him to his feet. His hand covered his bleeding neck. Your eyes immediately went to Sam. The latter was kneeling on the ground, straddling a headless body. You looked around you. Bodies were strewn around the room. It seemed you had taken care of all the vampires. You abandoned the brothers to check the rooms. You had to find the girl, make sure she was alright.
She was not. Not really. The vampires had fed on her and thankfully, she had not been turned into one herself. Physically, she would heal but emotionallyâthere was a long road ahead of her. You hoped she would move on from this eventually.
âItâs a weekday.â You said as an answer after the brothers invited you out to the bar.
âSo?â Dean frowned at you.
âI donât drink on weekdays.â You shrugged.
Dean scoffed before shaking his head. âItâs just a drink after a hunt.â
âI get that but I donât drink on weekdays.â You retorted. âYou guys go. Do what you usually do. Iâm going back to my motel.â
âSuit yourself then.â Dean said before walking up to his car.
You exhaled as you watched him go. âAnyway, thanks for the help.â
âYouâre welcome.â Sam smiled down at you. âAre you sure you donât want to come?â
âYeah, Iâm sure.â You smiled at him. âIâd rather go back to the motel.â
âWell, if you need help with anything, give us a call.â Sam offered kindly.
âWill do.â You nodded. âIt was nice meeting you guys.â
Sam grinned at you. âYeah. Be safe out there.â
âYou too.â
You waved him goodbye before you drove away. You wouldnât call. Not if you can help it. But it was nice to know you had the option if you chose to. It couldnât hurt to have the Winchesters as your ally, could it? And who knew? Maybe you would call.
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Look Alike
Sam and Dean Winchester & little sister!reader
Requested by Anonymous (x3)
Warnings: eating disorder, mentions of depression, attempted murder, I didnât copy the episode exactly so probably some mistakes
Synopsis: an angel is going around killing anyone who is sufferingâbut what happens when it goes after you?
A/N: this one is kinda heavy guys, so if this is a topic that will trigger you PLEASE do not read it. And please rememberâI think youâre beautiful, and always remember to eat something, even if itâs just a snack, even if itâs not âgood for youâ; eating something just because you like how it tastes is better than not eating anything at all. Love you guys!
Your fingers fumbled as they retrieved your picture of Mary Winchester, tattered and faded at the edges. You looked from the picture to your own reflection, your heart plummeting.
Your mother had thisâŚthis look about her; she was slender and beautiful, but also strong. Strong enough to be a hunter.
You looked at your own reflection again before ducking your head, tucking Maryâs photo back into your wallet.
âHey kid.â Deanâs voice in your doorway startled you, and you whipped your head around. âLunch is ready, letâs goâŚwhat are you doing in here?â
âOh, no-nothing,â you muttered, your hands fidgeting. âIâm not that hungry right now, maybe Iâll get something later.â
âDid you eat breakfast?â Dean asked, his eyes narrowing.
âUmâactually, maybe I will eat now.â you sidestepped his question and his body as you headed for the kitchen. Dean dropped the subject, and you breathed a sigh of relief. You were going to have to be more careful about your eating habitsâor lack thereof.
Of course Dean had made burgers again. You looked to Sam, hoping heâd made something else, but he was happily chowing down on a huge hamburgerâapparently he didnât mind them if they didnât come from greasy diners.
You forced yourself not to huff; it was impossible to pretend to eat a burger, so youâd really have to eat this time.
âHere.â Dean pushed a plate at you, and you took it without protest.
You managed to choke down about two bites before Dean got a phone call. He spoke for a few minutes before hanging up and addressing his younger siblings.
âCas has a case. Iâm gonna go check it out.â
âA case?â You put down your burger. âIâll go pack.â
âI can take this one alone,â Dean assured you.
âDonât be stupid, Iâm coming.â You started for the door, hoping he wouldnât argue.
âYouâre not gonna finish your food?â Sam asked.
âI had enough,â you assured him, and ran off before he could argue.
âŚ
âSoâŚhe exploded.â Dean was staring around at the pink living room, a grimace on his face.
âYeah. So completely that thereâs not a bit of him left thatâs bigger than a grain of sand,â a nearby officer said. Once the officer stepped away, Dean spoke to you. âIâm gonna go talk to Cas, see what he can tell me. You should stay at the motel, read up on some things.â
âOk.â You shrugged. âCall me if you find anything out.â
âDeal.â
âŚ
âEphraim.â
âGazuntite.â
âNo, Dean. Ephraim wasâisâan angel, his job on the battlefield was to end the suffering of dying angels.â
âEnd the sufferingâŚlet me guess, by blowing them up?â Dean said.
âUnfortunately, yes. It seems that heâs continuing his mission on earth.â
âYeah, but these people arenât dying, they just had a bad day.â
âApparently Ephraim canât tell the difference between emotional suffering andâŚâ
âAnd dying?â Dean scoffed. âCas, this is crazy. Everybody has bad days, this guy is gonna end up wiping out the world.â
âItâs more than just bad days,â Castiel argued. âThese people were in serious emotional turmoil. But youâre rightâyou need to find him.â
âYouâre not gonna help?â Dean challenged.
âDean, Iâm just human. Thereâs nothing I can do.â
âŚ
You stared at the takeout container that Dean had got you before dropping you off. You couldnât refuse, you knew he would start to notice if you refused too many meals, but you still didnât want it.
Your stomach growled, and you cringed. Maybe part of you wanted it.
You pushed the container away, opting instead to don workout clothesâthe motel had a gym. Youâd never be able to be a hunter like Mary, youâd never be able to keep up with your brothers, if you didnât workout more.
After an hour on the treadmill, you decided it was time to get back to work. You didnât want to leave Dean in the lurch when it came to research, even if he hadnât told you any more information. He got this way when he took you on huntsâdetermined to do it all alone, not clueing you in on anything.
Itâs because you donât look like a hunter yet.
You swallowed hard. You may not look like a hunter yet, but you would soon enough. You just had to skip a few more meals, go a few more days, and thenâjust maybeâyou could be a good hunter. You would look like Mary did, strong and in shape, and your brothers would trust you more.
You slipped back into your room, going straight for your bag to get your picture of Mary. You held it up for the millionth time, looking from it to the mirror. Your heart sankâyou werenât Mary; maybe you never would be.
Your stomach growled again, and you huffed.
âNo,â you told yourself. Your eyes flickered over to the takeout container. You snatched it off the table and threw it into the trash. âNo!â
You couldnât give up nowâwho cared if you were hungry? Sam and Dean gave up a lifetime of sleep to keep hunting, you could skip some meals to do the same. You had to.
You hadnât even noticed that you were crying until a few tears dropped onto Maryâs smiling face in your hands.
âMom,â you whimpered. âWhy canât I just be like you?â
âI can help you.â The voice behind you startled you, and you dropped Maryâs photo, whirling around and reaching for the gun at your waist and.
âWho are you?â You demanded, raising the weapon.
âThat wonât do anything to me,â the man insisted. âAnd you donât need it. Iâm here to help you. Youâre suffering, and Iâm here to end it.â
âEnd it?â You took a step back. âYouâre the guy weâre after. Youâre the one who killed that man, and that teenager.â
âI ended their suffering,â the man continued, stepping towards you. âAnd I can end yours.â
âItâs not like that!â The gun was shaking in your hands. You didnât bother to shoot, knowing it wouldnât help. âIâm not dying!â
âYou are,â he argued. âI can heal your hunger, but I cannot make you eat. But the end I will give you will be painless.â
âWhat are you?â You demanded, taking another step back. Your back hit the sharp edge of a splintered desk, halting your movements.
âI am an angel. My mission is to end suffering. Let me end yours.â
âAn angel, huh.â You put your gun down on the desk as if in defeat. While Ephraim kept his attention on your face, you moved your hand down to the splintered edge of the table and slid it across, drawing blood. Dropping your hand out of sight behind the desk, you began to draw an angel banishing sigil.
Ephraim moved before you could blink, grabbing your wrist and twisting it away from the desk.
âDonât fight it,â he said. âI can help you.â His free hand was suddenly above you, lowering towards your forehead like deathâs scythe.
âHey!â The grip on you was released at the sound of Deanâs voice in the doorway. âLeave her alone!â Dean had his angel blade out and pointed at Ephraim. âYou donât get to just kill people because theyâre hurting.â
âThatâs exactly what I was made for,â Ephraim argued. âYou didnât even know she was suffering, but I do! And I can fix it!â
âThatâs now how you fix it!â Dean thundered. He lunged forward, stabbing at Ephraim with the blade, but the angel side stepped him and flung him into the wall with a single flick of his wrist. The angel blade clattered to the ground, and you once again found yourself face-to-face with the murderous angel.
âPlease,â you pleaded. âLook, I know you think youâre doing good. But humansâthey hurt sometimes. But we can do betterâI can do betterâweâre all just doing the best we can.â
âIf this is the best that you can do.â Ephraim shook his head. âThen this is what you need.â He stretched out his hand, and your breath caught in your throat.
You jumped back in surprise when Ephraimâs eyes glowed brightly, his jaw hanging open before he slumped to the ground. Dean stood behind him, a bloody angel blade gripped in his hand.
âThatâs not what she needs,â he growled almost to himself. Then his eyes were on you. âAre you ok?â
You nodded shakily, taking a deep breath.
âOk.â Dean dropped the angel blade. âNow what was that about? Why did he thinkââ
âI-I donât know.â You couldnât meet Deanâs eyes.
âWell whatââ Deanâs voice caught, and you looked up to see him staring at the corner of the room. You followed his gaze, and your stomach dropped. He was staring at the tiny garbage can in the corner, the open and full takeout container fully visible.
âKid.â Dean swallowed. âWhen was the last time you ate? And no, that one bite of your burger didnât count.â Deanâs eyes were on you now, and he petrified you to the spot with his gaze. âI mean when was the last time you really ate?â
âIâumâŚâ your lip quivered and your hands began to fidget. âIâm sorry, Dean.â
âOk, hey.â Dean pulled you into his arms when you started to cry. âIâve got you kid.â He pulled away, brushing your tears. âWhy are you doing this kid?â
âIâm sorry,â you whimpered, wiping at your face. âDeanââ your voice caught and you choked on a sob.
âOk, ok,â Dean soothed. âItâs ok, letâsâŚletâs go back home, ok? We can talk about it later. Go and wait in the car, Iâll bring the stuff.â
You went to the car without argument, and after you left Dean called Sam.
âHey,â Dean huffed while he gathered the guns and clothes and tossed them in his bag. âDo you remember the last time you saw Y/N eat? Like, like a full meal.â
âUmâŚâ Samâs voice came out surprised and hesitant. âNo.â Realization hit him. âNo, I donât. Dean, whatâs going on?â
âI donât think sheâs eating. EphraimâŚEphraim tried to kill her.â
âI thought you said he only killed people who wereâŚâ Sam swallowed. âWho were really broken up, right?â
âYeah.â Dean stopped packing long enough to clench and unclench his fist. âYeah. Sheâs suffering, Sam, and we didnât even know it. She stopped eating and we didnât see.â
âDeanâŚâ Dean heard Samâs deep breath through the phone. âIâmâŚIâm gonna do some research while you get here. Try and talk to her on the ride home, ok? MaybeâŚweâve gotta help her, Dean.â
âI know. Weâll be back in a couple hours.â Dean hung up, taking a deep breath. âOk,â he said to himself, zipping up his bag and slinging it over his shoulder. He stopped in his tracks when he saw a picture in the middle of the floor. He stooped to pick it upâit was Mary, when she wasnât much older than you. Dean tucked it into his back pocket. âOk.â
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âHey kid,â Dean greeted as he tossed his bag in the back. Your knees were pulled up to your chest, and you didnât acknowledge him.
Dean let silence reign as he started up the Impala and headed down the roadâhe couldnât force you to talk.
âI just wanted to look like her,â you said suddenly, your head resting against your knees.
Dean turned his head to look at you. âWhat?â
âMom. I donât look like her. She was such a good hunter, and I just wanted to be like that.â
âKiddoââ Deanâs voice caught. âKid, you donât have to look like her to be a good hunter.â
âBut I canât keep up with you.â You sniffled. âI thought if I looked like herâŚI could keep up with you.â
âWhen we were your age, we couldnât have kept up with us,â Dean argued. âBesides, this isnâtâŚyou donât become a better hunter by starving yourself, kid.â
Dean watched out of the corner of his eye as your fingers clenched on your jeans, bunching up the fabric before you let it go. When you spoke, your voice was barely above a whisper.
âI donât know how to stop.â
Dean forced himself to breathe through the pain, taking a moment before offering you a strong smile.
âThatâs what weâre here for, kid. Me and Sammy are gonna help you.â
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âHey.â Samâs hug when you stepped into the bunker was surprising and long. You heard Deanâs huff from behind you, but Sam ignored him.
âHi.â Your greeting was muffled against Samâs jacket, and he finally pulled away.
âOk, so um, Iâve been doing some research, so Iâll show you what I got.â Sam reached behind him, picking up printouts from the internet. âI have a list of foods that are supposed to help, and um, I also made up a scheduleâthatâs supposed to make it easierâand if thereâs any specific food you want me to pick up when I go out you can tell me. Or hey, you can just come with me and pick stuff out andââ
âHey, dude,â Dean cut in with another huff. âI told you not to freak her out about this.â
âIâm not freaking her out!â Samâs eyes went back to you. âWait, am I freaking you out?â
âUmâŚâ you picked at your hands. âItâŚitâs a lotâŚâ
âWeâll start out small,â Dean insisted. âYou want some toast?â
âBread is good,â Sam piped up, holding up one of the research pages.
âToast sounds good.â Your lips twitched up even as your eyes filled with tears.
âHey, ok.â Deanâs arms were around you suddenly. âYou got this, ok? Weâre right here to help you.â
âOk,â you sniffled.
Dean pulled away. âOk. Now letâs get you something to eat, and then Sam can freak you out about everything he read.â
Sam opened his mouth, then closed it.
âI think I can do that,â you sniffled.
âI know you can.â Dean grinned. âOh, heyââ Dean reached into his back pocket and pulled out your picture of Mary. âThis is yours.â You took it with a shaky hand, and when you looked back up Dean was bending down to stare into your eyes. âHey. Youâre just as pretty as mom. And sheâŚshe would want you to take care of yourself, ok? And so would dad. And so do we. Kapeesh?â
You threw your arms around Dean.
âKapeesh,â you told him.
âOk.â Dean pulled away, reaching up and brushing a stray tear off your face. âNow letâs go get that toast.â
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Hello!! I was hoping I could request for a Winchester sister reader that's taking care of the brothers when they're sick? Maybe making chicken noodle soup for them and stuff! Just something cute, I just need some comfort 𼚠Thank you if you take my request! đŤś
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You never thought you would ever say this, but the infamous Dean Winchester was sick. Honestly, he wasnât sure if he would ever say it. Not out loud at least, but this morning, he could hardly drag himself out of bed and he was hit with a migraine and blocked sinuses that completely threw him off balance.
 It put him in a bad mood as he tried to make his way to the kitchen, grumbling something about how he was fine. He was betrayed by the dry cough that left him heaving and leaning heavily on the side of the counter. You considered getting up many times as you watched him from the kitchen table as you scanned the papers for any possible hunts, but you knew his foul mood would more than likely end in an argument that you didnât want to be involved in. What finally made you push your chair out from the table to put a stop to Deanâs antics was when he was fumbling around with a pan and dropped it on the floor with a clatter.Â
âAlright. Thatâs it. â You linked an arm around him, pulling him away from the counter.Â
âGet the hell off me, Y/N.â Dean tried to push you away. âIâm fine.â
âDean.â You gave him a look, narrowing your eyes at him stubbornly. âYou can barely stand straight.â
He tried to turn back to the kitchen. âPiss off.â
You took his arm and dragged him back to the sofa. He sank back into it with a cough.Â
âStay put.â
Your brother rolled his eyes and grumbled, but made no attempt to stand.Â
Sighing in content, you made your way back to the kitchen to make a start on breakfast when you heard another set of lumbering footsteps echoing through the bunker.Â
âI swear to god, Dean-â You started, making your way out of the kitchen only to come face to face with a very gruff-looking Sam. His hair was tousled and his eyes had dark shadows beneath them.Â
âSammy?â You frowned.Â
âHey y/n/nâ He greeted. His voice was hoarse and scratchy, as if someone had replaced it with sandpaper. Perhaps it was not just one set of coughs and sneezes that kept you up last night.Â
âYou too, huh?â You asked as he plonked himself on a stool in the kitchen.Â
Although less stubborn than his older brother, Sam still hesitated for a moment before sighing.Â
âYep. I think we must have picked it up at the bar on the last hunt.â
It made sense. The two of them had gone out to the bar the other nights while you scouted out the local town. You werenât sick, so it seemed to add up.
Sam groaned, rubbing his temples to try and ease the pressure.Â
âWhy donât you go and join Dean? Iâll bring some food out in a bit.â
Nodding, Sammy took his leave, stumbling back to his brother.Â
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âAlrightyâŚâ You balanced two bowls of steaming soup in your hands and you pushed open the door with your foot.Â
Your brothers didnât seem to have improved much since this morning. Stubbornly as ever they both sat bundled up in blankets on the couch, wallowing in their own self pity and watching whatever they could find on the TV to keep themselves entertained. In the meantime, you were making sure that they were well cared for: making sure their temperatures didnât get too high, or handing them painkillers to help with the headache. It was only fair, they had spent countless hours looking after you in the past when you were ill.Â
That was why you found yourself in the kitchen nursing a bowl of chicken noodle soup. It was your motherâs recipe; something that John had stashed away at the back of his journal. You could see why: it was the perfect remedy for a day like this.Â
Handing a bowl to both of your brothers, you watched as they sipped the steaming liquid and twisted the noodles around on a fork. Glad to see that they could stomach food, you went back into the kitchen to grab your own bowl. Your two brothers had sprawled themselves out across the length of the sofa, so you took a seat on the floor with your head leaning against Samâs legs.Â
âThank you.â Dean said as you took your seat.
âItâs not a problem.â You told him.
âWe should be the ones taking care of you.â Dean continued.
You frowned, deepening the creases on your forehead. âSays who?â
Dean faltered. âUs.â
âLet me take care of you for once.â
The three of you stayed there for the rest of the day, talking and watching films through half lidded eyes and checking that your brothers were feeling okay. But, a few hours and a mountain of tissues later, they had finally drifted off to sleep.
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