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jayankles · 5 years ago

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Pairing: Dean x Reader, Donna x Reader (More on the Donna side)

Summary: You wake up and discover that your little night in Vegas may have been a whole lot larger than you expected. You have no recollection of what happened the previous night and you need your friends to remind you of what went down.

Word Count: 2570

Written for: @spndeanbingo / @spnkinkbingo / @goodthingshappenbingo / @badthingshappenbingo / @/spnonewordbingo / @spngenrebingo / @spnfluffbingo

Squares Filled: Vegas / Free Space / Waking up together / memory loss / zaffre / big spoon / woke up married

Warnings: Making out, grinding, implied future w|w sex, mentions of handjobs/blowjobs, dirty truth or dare

Pounding, your head was pounding and you didn’t want to move, as you thought about it, you couldn’t really move. The heavy wait around your waist was holding you down, even your cheek was a little wet.

What the hell?!

Sighing with a little whine in there for good measure, you reached up to your face to wipe off the wetness. It was drool, you didn’t know if it would have been a good thing or a bad thing if it was yours or not.

You should probably check to see whose arm was around your waist since you had no recollection of whatever the hell happened last night. You must have hit the alcohol a little too hard the previous night. Hand grazing over the figure’s hand, your eyes widened as you noticed the terribly familiar scar. Fuck! God, it was Dean Winchester. Of course it was. Slowly, you lifted your head to take a look at the room that you had apparently booked last night, or stolen - it was probably better if you didn’t know.

At least the walls were nice and calming. And it was kind of nice having Dean snuggle you from behind, keeping you close. Just a few minutes, maybe. Humming, you finally gathered everything you had in you to turn around and face him.

“Dean…” you whispered, your fingers coming up to stroke over his face to wake him up but you noticed the ring on your finger. You shuffled back, almost to the edge of the huge bed and grabbed his left hand, seeing if he had the same situation as you.Jeez, he had a ring on his finger too. Did y’all get married on a whim? Did you get married to different people and come back to the same room? (Because that was plausible.) Did the two of you have sex? “Dean get up!”

He groaned, annoyed that he hadn’t naturally woken up. “What? What?”

You lift the blanket and search his lower half and thankfully he has his pants on - a nice colour too, zaffre to be exact. At least, he got married looking suave and dapper. You had to find out what the hell happened last night. Someone in this hotel had to know what happened, right?

“Dean, I think we might be married. Like legally married. We’re in Vegas.” You bit your lower lip, jumping from the bed and wrapping the quilt around your body, even though you weren’t naked, you still felt a little vulnerable.

“Oh, I see.” Dean hummed as he looked down at his left hand, twirling the ring around his finger. How was he so calm about this? He just brushed it off and acted cool. On the inside though, Dean was freaking out. How could he get married and not recall one thing, other than getting absolutely hammered.

“Well, lets order some room service and then we can find out what happened in the last 12 hours or so.”

Your mouth turned into an upside down smile and if Dean wasn’t freaked out, you shouldn’t be feeling it either. It was gonna work out and you were going to find out what happened to the two of you.

After a huge breakfast, and a lot of coffee, the two of you got dressed and made a few calls. While Dean was on the phone, you closed your eyes, seeing something you don’t remember really doing. Was it a dream? Was it something that actually happened?

“I think I sang karaoke with Crowley and made out with Donna.” You shook your head. That couldn’t be right could it? “We gotta know what the hell happened and how we got here.”

You called everyone you could think of that would be here, you even checked the front door to tell them where to meet you and Dean.

“Does anyone have any idea about what happened last night?” You asked when all of them gathered in the hotel room.

You had knocked back a few too many drinks already but they just kept on coming, Donna and Jody started off the rounds but Crowley had surprised you as well as Castiel but Sam and Dean did the exact same thing. You were far too gone to care about how many more you could hold to drink Dean under the table.

You were persuasive. So much so that you convinced the boys to join you and the girls to get up on that stage and sing your hearts out to the crowd, belting out the lyrics to a song that all of you knew; it had to be Eye of the Tiger. More drinks were brought up to the stage when you were there. Twenty five minutes had passed and eventually you were thrown off of the stage and out of the bar. It would have been a downer if you had left there empty handed but Jody had pulled out a bottle of Jack from nowhere.

You had to get out of there right now before anyone in the bar found out that a bottle had been stolen. You hightailed it out of there, on your way to the next location. Apparently, that was Donna and Jody’s room.

You started with spin the bottle. The bottle spun and spun until it came to a stop. Donna. You smiled and turned to the woman in question,smiling hard, well a goofy grin more like.

Shifting the pillow from under your butt and climbing onto your knees. “Want us to do it in the closet or you cool here?”

You didn’t have time for her to answer as the rest of the room shouted that they were cool with the two of you making out in front of them. Weirdos.

Despite them reveling in the fact that the two of you were going to kiss, your drunken state devoured their excitement as if it was a compliment.

Shrugging, you cupped Donna’s face in your hands, rubbing your thumbs over her cheek. Her hands slid from your shoulders to your waist, pulling you in closer before you crashed your lips together. She tasted so good, the strawberry gloss tainting your tongue. A few minutes had passed and you practically had to be torn away from Donna’s lips just to continue the game. She pushed her hair out of her face and breathed out, probably the first breath she had taken since the two of you kissed. You giggled, a little drunk off of her kiss as well as the alcohol, hand slowly sliding from her face down to her thigh.

Now it was Donna’s turn to spin the bottle, out of the corner of your eye, you saw a flick of Crowley’s wrist, a few seconds later the bottle stopped in front of you. Round two. And you were ready, completely okay with it. A little more ready than last time. The way you climbed into her lap, legs wrapping around her thigh, said everything you needed to say, you really wanted to kiss the fuck out of her again.

You licked your tingling lips, still tasting the strawberry on them. Donna had a twinkle in her eye, grabbing your thigh and having you rock on hers. You couldn’t help yourself anymore, you dove right in kissing hers once more, moaning right into her mouth when her thumb rubbed over your clothed nipple. Donna teased you, her mouth moving from your lips to the corner of your mouth. She tipped your head up and to the side, lips pecking over your cheek to your ear. “I think we should give the others a chance to snog each other's faces off. Maybe we could pick this up another time.”

Spin the bottle was soon followed by a grueling game of truth or dare. Sam was first and he picked truth, so you had to pick a dirty one. What would be the first dirty thing you would do if you woke up as the opposite sex?

“Give my new titties a squeeze,” he snorted, laughing as he thought about what he was going to say next. “Oh, I’d finger myself too. See what feels good.”

He made a good point. Crowley had entertained the idea that he had fantasised about a teacher that he had way back when he was a human. It was weird because what was hot then is definitely not hot now. Thank you, evolution.

Donna was up next, truth. You were going to have to think of a real humdinger but all you could come up with was ‘have you ever watched another couple have sex?’ She had the nerve to look a little embarrassed. Oh, she definitely had seen something.

“Come on, Donnie. Tell us about your voyeurism.” You poked at her side, trying to get a little bit of information from her. You wanted to know the juicy gossip.

“Okay, Pokey McPokerson. They weren’t exactly a couple, more like a one night stand on a hunt and the guy forgot that he had an extra roommate.” Donna stares pointedly across the room and when you look over you see the tips of Dean’s ears go pink. He’s been caught red handed, well butt naked. “I kinda wished it was me but then I realised it’s more fun to watch then fantasize about it later.”

A few of the dares included Dean doing a little striptease to everyone in the circle, getting him down to his underwear. Sam tried to do a back flip but he passed out right after he jumped. Crowley snapped his fingers and magicked up some clothes that would have cost a fortune but apparently you could have what you wanted when you were the king of hell.

Jody had admitted that she had a crush on Crowley when they had gone on their few dates. Castiel surprised you when he chose a dirty dare. Donna clumsily rose to her feet and reached into her backpack, pulling out a blindfold. Of course she had a blindfold. Donna put the blindfold over Castiel’s eyes and told the others to stay quiet. She motioned to Jody, curling her finger towards her. This was crazy. Castiel was either going to get a hand job or a blowjob and you would be happy to watch either.

Lastly, it was your time to shine. You had to pick dare, you couldn’t chicken out now but you couldn’t wait to see what they could make up for you. Much to your surprise, it wasn’t a dirty one. It was to go to a church and marry Dean. Thankfully, you had the awesome clothes that Crowley rustled up for all of you. You took another shot from the bottle.

“You know what? Let’s go do this shit. Anyone have a ring that fits my ring finger?” You said, waggling your left hand, then looking sweetly at Crowley before giggling. “Please. You have great style.”

Crowley smirked smugly, his head tilted to the side, clearly falling for your flattery. Rolling his eyes he put his hands into his inner jacket pocket and pulled out a pair of beautiful rings. “Off you pop, go tie the knot, lovebirds.”

“You may now kiss the bride.” The officiant pronounces, like he’s done this way too many times before. This was Vegas after all.

You and Dean shrugged at each other before he grabbed at the back of your neck to pull you in closer to him. His lips press to yours and you’re surprised that his lips against yours are so soft. A complete contrast to what Donna’s were. It was nice, almost too nice. But you liked it either way.

You, Dean, and the others exited the hall and giggled at how ridiculous the situation was. You and Dean were married because of a drunk dare and at the moment it was a pretty cool marriage, Dean had a weird look in his eyes when he looked at you, like there was something different there and you could feel something different too.

You hung out for another hour celebrating a marriage before the others called it quits and retired to their rooms. Dean held your hand and pulled you to his room.

“Want me to lift you over the threshold.” Dean said with a goofy look on his face, eyebrows wiggling at you, making you do a gigglesnort.

“You’re so corny.” You said, linking your fingers together, lifting your leg so that he could carry you. “Let’s go, husband.”

Dean took your instructions to heart, quickly opening up his room door escorting you inside, moving a few feet into the huge room before setting you back down on the floor. He hummed,it was funny. How all of a sudden could he be a husband and have you as his wife? His hands flew your hips to steady you before you fell.

Sparks flew.

Dean’s eyes flickered over yours and yours to his. Your eyes darted over his lips when his tongue poked through. It was like something had changed inside of you. Dean growled when your lips collided once more and there was more hunger in this one. Without breaking the seal on Dean’s lips, you slipped his jacket off of his shoulders. Fingers deftly unbuttoning his shirt, it followed suit with the jacket onto the floor.

Giggling, Dean lifts you onto the bed and holds you close. It’s not even a minute later before the two of you passed out, snoring extremely loud that even the neighbours could hear if they were sleeping.

Eyes wide, you huffed out a puff of air, completely overwhelmed at everything you had achieved last night. You couldn’t believe that Castiel got a blow job from Jody and he didn’t even know who it was. Maybe Vegas, alcohol, and a game of dirty truth or dare was not a good mix, you wouldn’t be doing that anytime soon but it was nice just to let loose and take a break from the hunting world.

“So, are we married? What are we gonna do about it? Being legally married is kinda dope though, I think you should just take me on a date next time.” The questions rolled and you blubbered, wishing that you hadn’t said that last bit out loud, but if you were going to get married then you hoped that the next time you got married you knew what happened and you were actually going to be dating before the big day. “Alrighty then. Day at the pool or annulment first?”

“I could go for a swim. We’ll annul the marriage before we go, let’s just enjoy this time before we go back to reality. Besides, if we tell people we’re newlyweds we get some sweet deals on shit, we might even get a free slice of pie.”

Donna smiled, rolling her eyes at Dean before her eyes swept over your body. She discreetly pulled out her phone, her fingers tapping away then put it away. When your phone vibrated, you checked to see the message, knowing it was from her.

“I actually forgot to bring a bathing suit. Donna, do you think you could hook me up?” You asked, a hand smoothing over your face. Getting to her feet, Donna held out her hand so you took it and followed her to her room.

“I have the perfect thing for you.”

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