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redbird-tf · 2 days ago

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All you need

Dean Winchester x toddler sister reader x sam Winchester

Synopsis; As your 4th birthday approaches, all you want is to spend it with your dad. But when he shows up only to leave again, it’s your big brother who proves he’s all you truly need.

Word count: 2.7k

Notes: reference the gif for the main scene

Warnings; daddy issues, daddy issues

“Da!”

You tugged at Dean's pant legs, desperate to grab his attention. Across the table, Sam looked up from his book to Dean and let out an exaggerated cough, “Dean i think she wants you” he remarked. “then she can say my name” he replied flatly without looking up from his journal. Sam shook his head“Add ‘unavailable brother’ to her therapy list” Sam muttered under his breath. Dean rolled his eyes, then finally turned his chair to face you. He leaned forward and tapped his chest in emphasis “De or dean.” He enunciated firmly. “Not ‘da’ not ‘dad’. Dean”

You stared at him with those wide, doe-like eyes. “de…” you repeated softly. “Yes, y/n?” He asked, His tone losing its edge. “I want color, and TV” you demand excitedly, yanking at his jeans. “Alright, I’ll grab you your colors,” Dean said, standing from his chair. Once you were settled in front of the TV with your Scooby color book Dean returned to the table. Sam, who had silently watched the exchange, let out a chuckle. “what?” Dean irritatedly questioned. “I just don't get why it's such a big deal to you” Sam commented. Dean exhaled sharply, trying to keep his voice low. “She knows I'm not dad, Sam.” his patience was wearing thin. “Does she?” Sam hesitated “She sees you a lot more than dad”. “Then why doesn't she call you dad? your with her as much as i am” Dean scoffed, roughly shutting his journal. Sam raised a brow “Because i was at Stanford for the first year of her life” Dean couldn’t argue and remained silent. His gaze wanders to you, engrossed by cartoons, oblivious to the conversation happening behind you.

Sam let out a heavy sigh, following Dean's gaze towards you. “Her birthday tomorrow…” his voice was laced with concern. “I know.” Dean mumbled, “you think Dad remembers?” Sam practically whispered. Dean's jaw tightened “He said he’d be back by tomorrow” Deans tone was flat, rehearsed almost. “Thats not what-“ “i don't know Sam” Dean snapped, his chair scraped against the hardwood as he stood abruptly. Without another word he turned and walked out the door, leaving Sam alone with his unspoken thoughts.

Dean's hand dragged down his face as his chest rose and fell. “Hey y/n” he heard Sam's voice call from inside. “Hi, Sammy”. Confused, he glanced over his shoulder to see the window he cracked open earlier. He hesitantly inched closer, peaking in through the blinds. Inside Sam was now sitting with you in front of the TV. You hadn’t even bothered to look up from your coloring book as you greeted him. Sam watched you for a moment “Y/n why do you call Dean dad?” Sam asked carefully. The scratching of crayons against thick paper had suddenly stopped. You shrugged dismissively “i don't know,” you said, unnaturally high-pitched. Sam knew there was something you weren’t telling him. Sam studied you and chose his next words carefully. “You know deans our brother right?”. Your shoulders slumped and your lips formed a pout.

“But… he acts like the dads on TV…” you mumbled. Sam let the silence sit, hoping you'd say more. “He's always here, he's strong, he loves me…” your voice wavered and before Sam could react, tears started to pool in your eyes. “Ok ok, I'm sorry bug, no need to cry” Sam cooed, swiftly scooping you into his lap. He rubbed slow circles into your back. After a moment Sam moved to cradle your face in his large hands, before speaking “you know brothers can do that too” he spoke gently, not wanting to upset you again. “Really?” You asked, blinking at him with those big round eyes, that never failed to make Sam's heart melt. “He’ll always be here, even when dad can't” Sam replied with a smile. His smile quickly faded when your pout had no intention of turning upside down like something was weighing you down. “What's wrong?” He asked with furrowed brows.

“Does Daddy remember my birthday tomorrow?” Sam’s heart shattered. Outside the window, Dean's head dropped. Guilt gnawing at him. he felt like he was already failing you, he was supposed to protect you from those thoughts. Sam wouldn’t shield their father’s image for you like Dean would, he couldn’t lie to you. “i don't know” Sam admitted, his voice cracking. His arms opened out to you again, waiting for you to seek comfort. But you didn't move. You stayed planted in his lap. “Dos dean….?” Your voice wavered, thick with sadness. “Of course he does” was quick to reply. “Because he's my brother” you mumbled, sam couldn’t tell if that was a statement or question but nodded his head anyway. “Because he's your brother” he repeated, lifting you gently off the floor. He pressed a kiss to your temple and held you close. “Let's get you to bed”

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You began to stir, the sunlight was bleeding warmth into the room and the birds chirping soothed you softly from your rest. With a yawn, You pushed yourself upright, rubbing the sleep from your heavy eyes. The faint voices caught your attention. Blinking away the last trace of sleep you turned your head. “Daddy!” You shouted, your eyes had landed on John who stood in the middle of the room between the brothers. Their conversation had halted, watching you dart towards John. “Hey kid” a rare smile tugged at his lips, as he swept you up into his arms. You wrapped yourself tightly around him“It's my birthday!” You announced. “The big 4” he added. Your smile widened, he remembered. “Do i get a gift?” You questioned, tilting your head to the side. “You know i was a little busy, but….” his hand began to rummage around in his pocket. “But this will get you whatever you want” he stated handing you a crumpled twenty-dollar bill. Sam rolled his eyes, a quiet scoff escaping him. John lowered you back to your feet “Now why don't you go play? i need to talk to your brothers” You nodded eagerly at his request, clutching the bill in your hand before scurrying off.

You had decided to occupy your time with more TV, letting their voices become background noise. Until the familiar creak of the door hinges caught your attention. The three of them were walking out the door, with their backs turned to you. You scrambled to your feet, to meet them in the parking lot. “Daddy! Where are we going?” You called out, your small feet smacking against the pavement. They hadn’t even noticed you following them. “I've gotta go to work baby” he explained crouching to your level. You frowned “But it's my birthday!” You nagged with a stomp of your foot. You tugged at his shirt and began to beg. It didn’t matter what he was saying-you just wanted him to stay. Your tantrum wore thin on John's patience “This is more important” he snapped, prying your hands from his collar with a sharp jerk. Your lip trembled uncontrollably, and before the first tear could fall you turned your heel. You ran back to the room, shoving past Sam when he tried to hold you. Sam turned back to face his dad with a cold stare. John returned the glare “Don't give me that look” John warned. “Dean help me with the bags” he ordered. Dean nodded, silently he grabbed a bag and followed their father to the truck.

John closed the tailgate with a thud then turned to Dean, his hand gripping his shoulder “Take care of your siblings” Dean nodded with a commonly repeated “yes sir” and turned back to the motel where he saw Sam standing, his arms crossed with a scowl on his face. Dean moved to stand next to him while they both watched John's truck pull out of the lot and disappear down the road. A faint sniffle broke the silence. Dean glanced down and was surprised to see your trembling form wrapped around Sammy's leg. With a sigh, Dean stepped forward, detaching you from Sam and pulling you into his arms. You didn’t resist and rather pressed your body tightly against your big brother's chest. The safest place in the world. His large hand rubs up and down your back while whispering comforting words in your ear. You shifted slightly, your head moved from resting on his shoulder to being tucked beneath his chin.

“You're my real daddy, De,” you said sternly, outweighing the tremble in your voice. Deans jaw clenched. His heart ached for you, for the little girl who had learned far too early what it felt like to be abandoned. There was nothing he could say to fix things, nothing he could do to shield you from the hurt. He just held you tighter, like it was the only thing holding you together. “Can we get McDonalds?” Your voice broke him from his trance and a small chuckle escaped his lips. “I got twenty dollars” you added, holding up the crumpled bill. A genuine laugh rumbled from his chest, shaking the heaviness of the moment. The girl who was just pulling on his heartstrings now wanted nothing more than McDonalds. Your brows furrowed in confusion, widening his smile even more. He pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I'll get you all the McDonalds you want” he promised, voice steady. Dean couldn’t fix things with their father, but maybe he could be everything you needed.

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perfect-angelic-love · 2 days ago

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OMG THEY KEEP ADDING MORE AND MORE, THEY ARE TWISTING THE FANDOM UPSIDE DOWN AND IM LIVING FOR IT!

I cannot be the only one out there that actually believes that they are giving us hints and content so they can slap us with some BIG! AM I??

yeah there is no peace and we are not done as long as the official supernatural youtube admin has anything to say about it

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maddie0101 · 3 days ago

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𖤐 heated waters

𖤐 summary: instead of staying in another motel, you brought dean to a nice five star hotel. you suggested that a vacation would help the two of you relax, but what happens when things get too steamy in the hot tub?

𖤐 warnings: smut!!!, best friends to lovers, horny idiots in love w each other, some dirty talk, sexual tension, fingering, teasing, p in v, semi-public sex, dean having trouble breathing bc reader is in a bikini, hot tub sex, wrap it before you tap it guys.

𖤐 word count: 4.2k

Convincing Dean to take a vacation had been a fight. You only rolled your eyes as he grumbled when you checked into the fancy hotel, eyeing the pristine lobby like it might be cursed.

“Yeah, if I left it up to you, we’d be sleeping in the Impala with a six-pack and motel vending machine snacks,” you shot back, handing the receptionist your credit card.

Dean had rolled his eyes but didn’t argue. And now, after a long day of actually relaxing for once, lounging by the pool, eating real food that wasn’t from a gas station, and even letting himself enjoy a massage, you had managed to talk him into drinking in the hot tub.

You quickly rummaged through your bag for your swimsuit, excited and very pleased with yourself at the grand idea. “I’ll be out in a second,” you called over your shoulder as you disappeared into the bathroom.

Dean, still lying on the massive hotel bed, waved you off. “Yeah, yeah. Take your time, sweetheart.”

Shaking your head, you slipped into your bikini, adjusting the ties and checking yourself in the mirror. You had never really thought about what Dean would think of you in something like this. He’d seen you in plenty of different outfits over the years—blood-soaked, dirt-covered, even in a towel after hurried showers between hunts. But this felt different and you couldn't lie to yourself, you were a little excited. Brushing off the weird flutter in your chest, you finally stepped out of the bathroom.

You barely took two steps before realizing that Dean had gone completely still. He was still lying on the bed, beer in hand, but now his knuckles were white around the bottle. His mouth had parted slightly, and his eyes—oh, his eyes—had gone dark as they flickered over you.

His expression was unreadable at first, a mixture of shock and something else, something you couldn't quite read. But as quickly as it appeared, he reeled it back in, clearing his throat and gripping his beer like it was the only thing keeping him grounded.

You smirked. “Something wrong, Dean?”

Dean blinked, like he had just been pulled from a trance. “Nope.”His voice came out strained, rougher than usual. His gaze darted up to yours, then away just as fast.

You crossed your arms, tilting your head. “You sure? You’re acting weird.”

Dean let out a breath, dragging a hand through his hair. “Just—uh—didn’t expect you to—y’know—walk out wearing that.”

You raised a brow, amused. “That? Dean, it’s a bikini. We’re going to a hot tub.”

Dean let out a tight chuckle, shifting uncomfortably on the bed. “Right. Totally normal. No big deal.”

Dean's jaw locked, his knee started bouncing like he was physically restraining himself. He hadn’t taken another sip of his beer—hadn’t moved—just sat there, like if he twitched the wrong way, he might lose it. You smiled to yourself. And, okay, maybe you shouldn’t have found it so entertaining, but Dean Winchester—flustered? Awkward? Almost short-circuiting because of you? It was delicious and you were eating every second of this moment up.

You walked past him toward the minibar, feeling his eyes follow you despite his best effort. “Relax, Winchester,” you teased, grabbing a tiny bottle of whiskey. “It’s not like you haven’t seen a girl in a bikini before.”

Dean exhaled sharply, muttering under his breath. “Yeah, but not you." The words were so quiet, definitely not meant for you to hear, but you did. And your stomach flipped.

You turned just in time to see him stand abruptly, grabbing his swim trunks like they might save him. “I’ll, uh, get changed.” His voice was gruff and his movements hurried. He didn’t meet your gaze as he all but escaped into the bathroom.

But by the time the door clicked shut, you were grinning like an idiot.

By the time he finally emerged, looking as put-together as someone who just had a mini-crisis could, you were already lounging in the hot tub, sipping on your drink.

But now it was your turn to struggle. Because—holy hell. Dean walked toward the tub, rolling his shoulders, his shirt hanging from his fingers. He tugged it off in one smooth motion, muscles flexing...Your brain short-circuited.

You’d seen him shirtless before—patching up injuries, post-hunt showers, those rare summer days where he ditched the flannel. But something about this moment—the setting, the low glow of the patio lights casting golden shadows over his skin, the way his abs flexed as he stepped into the bubbling water—was unfair.

Dean settled across from you, sinking into the warmth, letting out a satisfied groan. “Damn,” he muttered. “Okay, maybe this was a good idea.”

You barely heard him over the sound of your own heart pounding. Dean cracked an eye open, catching you staring. A slow smirk crept across his lips. “Something wrong, sweetheart?”

Oh. You realized, too late, that you had been blatantly ogling him. You quickly looked away, face heating. “Nope. Just wondering if you’re gonna keep sitting there looking smug or actually drink.”

Dean let out a chuckle, bringing his whiskey to his lips. “Mmhm. Sure.”

The tension between you was thick. And you both knew it. Neither of you spoke for a moment, the bubbling water swirling between you, the night air warm and heavy. Dean stretched his arms out along the edge of the hot tub, tilting his head back with a satisfied sigh. The patio lights cast a soft golden glow over his skin, highlighting the broad planes of his chest, the water glistening over his collarbones.

You swallowed hard and quickly took a sip of your drink, focusing very intently on the dark sky above. You were not about to get caught ogling Dean Winchester, of all people. It wasn’t like you hadn’t seen him shirtless before—after years on the road together, motel rooms and shared living spaces had provided plenty of accidental glimpses. But this was different. The two of you weren’t post-hunt, covered in sweat and blood. This wasn’t some rushed moment between showers or changing clothes. This was slow. Unhurried. And worst of all? You were supposed to be relaxing. Yet here you were, gripping your glass like it was the only thing keeping you tethered to sanity, your body all too aware of the man sitting just across from you.

Dean let out another sigh, shifting slightly in the water. “Damn, I might just have to give you this one.”

You raised an eyebrow, finally looking at him again. “Give me what?”

His eyes flickered open, meeting yours with that lazy, almost reluctant amusement. “The vacation thing. I hate to say it, but this? Not the worst idea you’ve ever had.”

You smirked, lifting your glass. “I’ll take that as the highest of praises.”

Dean chuckled, shaking his head as he took a sip of his own drink. “Don’t get cocky, sweetheart.”

You leaned back, letting the warmth of the water soak into your skin. “Too late.”

A comfortable silence settled between you, the low hum of the water jets filling the space. But even as you tried to settle into the quiet, you could feel Dean’s gaze flicker toward you every so often. Quick glances—barely noticeable if you weren’t paying attention.You resisted the urge to smirk. Instead, you turned your head slightly, catching him just as his eyes darted back to his drink. Busted.

You didn’t call him out on it. No, that would be too easy. Instead, you shifted ever so slightly, stretching your arms over the edge of the tub, the movement pulling your body up just enough to let the waterline dip lower.

Dean cleared his throat, shifting in his seat. You felt his gaze flicker downward again, lingering for just a second too long before he pulled his eyes away, jaw tightening. You bit back a grin, staring at your drink like you hadn’t just caught Dean Winchester actively struggling to keep his focus.

“Y’know,” Dean finally said, voice carefully even, “it’s weird seeing you like this.”

You raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. “Like what?”

His lips parted, then pressed into a thin line, as if he’d just realized he walked straight into a trap. Dean Winchester, hunter, badass, master of talking his way out of any situation—stuck. You fought the urge to laugh. He shifted in his seat again, finally settling on, “Relaxed.”

It wasn’t what you expected. Your teasing smirk softened into something more genuine. “Yeah,” you admitted, tilting your head back. “Feels nice, doesn’t it?”

Dean exhaled, and for a moment, the playful tension faded into something quieter. “Yeah. It does.”

You glanced over at him, catching the way his shoulders had lost that constant tension, the usual tightness in his jaw gone. Dean never let himself relax. Even in moments of quiet, his mind was always running, always ready for the next fight. But here, now, sitting across from you, a drink in his hand, the warm water lulling him into something close to peace—It made your chest tighten.

You looked away before he could catch the softness in your gaze, clearing your throat. “See? Told you I know what I’m talking about.”

Dean chuckled, shaking his head. “Yeah, yeah. Rub it in.” You grinned, satisfied.

Another silence stretched between you, but this time, it felt heavier. Charged. Dean took another sip of his drink, eyes flickering toward you again, his gaze skimming over your shoulders, down the slope of your collarbones, dipping lower—You raised an eyebrow. “Enjoying the view, Winchester?”

Dean’s hand jerked, nearly spilling his drink. He recovered quickly, clearing his throat. “Huh?”

You fought back a smirk, watching him flounder. This was fun. “I mean, you keep looking over here,” you teased, swirling the liquid in your glass. “Figured I’d check if you’re admiring the scenery or just lost in thought.”

Dean scoffed, leaning back. “Please. If I was lost in thought, you’d know it.”

“Oh? That so?”

Dean smirked. “Yeah. My face gets all serious. Broody. You’d start asking if I was about to confess some deep, emotional trauma.”

You laughed. “True. But that doesn’t explain why you keep staring at my tits.”

Dean choked on his drink. You cackled, leaning forward as he coughed, setting his glass aside. “Son of a bitch,” he muttered, wiping his mouth.

You grinned. “I knew it.”

Dean scowled, cheeks tinged pink. “You’re imagining things.”

“Oh, am I?” You tilted your head, drumming your fingers along the rim of your glass. “So, if I were to, say, adjust my top right now, you wouldn’t—”

Dean pointed at you, eyes narrowed. “Don’t you dare.”

You smirked, savoring the moment. The way Dean’s posture stiffened, the way his eyes flickered nervously between your face and the swell of your chest, told you everything you needed to know. It was like a slow-motion train wreck you couldn’t stop watching.

You smirked, almost too pleased with yourself, but you didn’t make a move just yet. You leaned back against the edge of the hot tub, feeling the bubbles massage your back as you let the tension build. Dean, on the other hand, shifted uncomfortably in his seat. His hand gripped his drink like it might fall out of his fingers at any moment. He couldn’t quite hide the flush spreading across his face, and the way his gaze darted over your body—quick, calculating, like he was trying to keep it together—was enough to make your heart race.

“Relax, Winchester,” you teased lightly. “It’s just a bikini.”

Dean swallowed hard, his throat working. He cleared his throat as he finally forced himself to meet your eyes again. “Right. Just a bikini. No big deal.”

You tilted your head, pretending to look innocent. “It’s a big deal to you, though, isn’t it?”

Dean shifted in the hot tub, avoiding your gaze. The tension between you two had thickened, every passing second making the space between you more charged. The casual teasing had shifted into something deeper, a quiet understanding lingering in the air. You sat up a little straighter in the tub, casually stretching your legs out, letting them float beneath the warm water. “Come on, Dean. You’ve seen plenty of women in swimsuits. What’s so different about me?”

Dean’s eyes snapped to yours, his jaw tightening ever so slightly. “It’s not that,” he muttered, his voice rougher than usual, like he was struggling to keep his cool. “You’re… different.”

The answer caught you off guard. You expected more of the usual smartass remarks, the teasing banter you’d grown so used to. But this… this was a little too honest. It made the air between you feel even heavier, the realization that the game you were playing wasn’t just for fun anymore.

You swallowed, your smile faltering for a split second before you recovered, tossing back a sip of your drink to cover it. “How am I different, exactly?”

Dean shifted again, his knee brushing against yours beneath the water. His hand tightened around his glass, the muscles in his forearm flexing with the movement. You couldn’t help but notice how he was trying to look anywhere but at you. “You’re—” He paused, and for a moment, you almost thought he wasn’t going to finish the sentence. Then he cleared his throat, shaking his head. “I don’t know. You’re just… you.”

You raised an eyebrow, a small laugh escaping your lips. “That’s the best you’ve got? Just me?”

Dean shrugged, still avoiding your gaze. “What else do you want me to say? You’ve been my best friend for how long, and now—now you’re out here looking like that?” His voice was more strained now, and you could tell he was trying to hold it together, trying to keep the situation from spiraling into something neither of you were ready for.

You let the silence hang for a moment, watching his profile, the way the moonlight hit his jaw and made his stubble glint. The air was thick with words unspoken, but neither of you was ready to cross that line. “So, what are you saying, Dean?” you asked softly, leaning in just a little, your voice almost teasing but with an edge of something more serious. “That you’re into me?”

Dean’s head snapped toward you, eyes wide. “What? No! I—” He stopped himself, running a hand through his hair, clearly flustered. “That’s not… that’s not what I meant.” You chuckled softly, trying to keep the mood light, even though your heart was pounding. “You sure about that?”

Dean’s gaze flickered to your lips, then quickly away. He was fighting something, something he clearly didn’t want to deal with. He muttered something under his breath, his fingers rubbing his temple like he was trying to shake off whatever was swirling in his head. “Dammit, Y/N,” he muttered, his voice low and rough. “Don’t make this harder than it already is.”

You tilted your head, raising a brow. “Make what harder?”

Dean leaned back, his chest rising and falling with a deep breath, eyes flicking to the water beneath him. “This. Us.” The words hung in the air, too raw, too real, and you both just… sat there for a moment, letting the weight of the situation settle in.

“What are we doing, Dean?” you asked quietly, your voice softer now, the playful teasing gone. You couldn’t help it. The way he was reacting to you, the way everything between you was shifting—it had caught you off guard. It felt different now. Like the lines between best friends and something more were suddenly too blurred to ignore.

Dean didn’t answer right away, but his hand, still gripping the glass, twitched like he was about to say something. He shook his head again, a small frustrated sound escaping his lips. He didn’t want to talk about it. Not yet.

“You know what we’re doing,” he finally said, his voice quieter, rougher. “We’re just… enjoying the night. This… this doesn’t change anything.”

You stared at him, taking in the way his shoulders were tense, the way his jaw was clenched like he was trying to hold himself back. It was as if he was afraid that crossing some invisible line would change everything. And maybe it would. Maybe it already had. The air between you and Dean had thickened in a way that made it impossible to ignore. The hot tub’s bubbling water swirled around you both, but it felt like the world had quieted down to just the two of you. Neither of you spoke, your knees brushing occasionally, both of you pretending it didn’t mean anything, but it only made the tension worse.

His knee gently bumped into yours, and you could feel his leg brush up against your skin. A jolt of heat raced through you, making it impossible to ignore the proximity. You glanced at him, and for a moment, you both just stared. His gaze was intense, unreadable. His lips parted slightly as if he was trying to say something but couldn’t quite find the words. You, on the other hand, couldn’t look away. You knew what this was—the chemistry, the connection. It had always been there, lurking beneath the surface, unspoken, but now? Now it was undeniable.

You shifted slightly, trying to ease the tension in your own body, but all it did was bring you closer to him. Your knees were now so close that if you moved a fraction more, you’d be pressed right up against him. Neither of you made the move to back away, though. Instead, you both stayed rooted, as if somehow afraid that if either of you acted, it might shatter the fragile moment you were both caught in.

Dean’s hand rested on the side of the hot tub, fingers curling lightly around the edge. His bicep flexed slightly, drawing your eyes to the strength in his arm, and you felt the breath catch in your throat. He caught you staring, but instead of teasing you like he normally would, he let out a low exhale, his jaw tightening. It was clear now that neither of you could deny what was happening.

The silence stretched on, your hearts beating faster with every passing second. His gaze drifted from your eyes to your lips, and you couldn’t help but wonder if he was feeling what you were—this undeniable pull, this tension building between you both. You leaned just a little bit forward, your body reacting without thinking, but the movement was slow, cautious, like you were both testing the waters.

And just as you were about to close the gap, Dean shifted again, this time inching closer. His knee brushed against yours once more, and this time, the contact was more deliberate, the touch lingering just a bit longer than it should’ve.

You were so close now—barely inches apart. His breath fanned across your face, warm and slightly uneven. His gaze flickered to your lips again, and this time, you didn’t hide the way you were looking at him. You wanted this. You wanted him. The weight of the moment was heavy, the air thick with anticipation.

Dean’s lips parted, and for a second, you both hesitated. It felt like the world was holding its breath, waiting for one of you to make the first move. But neither of you did. Neither of you wanted to break the fragile balance, the delicate tension that hummed between you.

Then, in a quiet breath, Dean leaned in. His hand moved from the side of the tub to your cheek, fingers grazing your skin lightly, and you let out a soft breath at the touch. Your eyes fluttered closed just before you felt the gentle pressure of his lips on yours. The kiss was slow, deliberate—tender. Like he was savoring the moment, unsure how to move but unwilling to pull away. Your heart raced as you melted into him, responding with the same intensity, your lips moving together with the kind of quiet hunger that had been building between you for far too long.

Dean’s warm hands pull you impossibly closer and he deepens the kiss. A groan of satisfaction rumbles through his chest as you involuntarily let out a small moan. The water laps around you as he swiftly pulls you into his lap and cups the side of your face, bringing you closer. Electricity shoots through your bodies as you wrap your arms around his neck and deepen the kiss.

Just as the heat pools in your lower stomach, Dean's hands slowly slide down your thighs, working their way to the curve of your ass. You gasp into his mouth as his large calloused hands grip you, the action only causing your hips to rock. You let out another moan as Dean bites down on your bottom lip and thrusts his hips up, causing your heat to feel exactly what you're doing to him.

"Y'wanna take this inside?" You ask in between kisses and attempting to catch your breath.

"Hell no." Dean groans, "You've already tortured me enough."

You didn't even have time to react before he quickly slid your bikini bottoms to the side and thrusted his thick fingers into your heat. The gasp that left your lips was quickly covered up by Dean's mouth attacking yours. His fingers worked in and out of your heat, causing sparks to shoot through your body. Your head falls onto his shoulder, leaving light kisses as he continues to let his fingers fuck up into you.

"Come for me sweetheart." Dean's gruff voice causes you to shiver as you desperately rock your hips down on his hand. "Can't wait to see how you take me. Such a pretty little mess for me already."

His words send you over the edge. A loud moan rips through you as he continues to help you ride out your high. Dean's hand rises up from the water and cups the side of your face, bringing your lips back down to his. In between the heated kisses and the taste of whiskey still lingering on his lips, you whined again as you felt Dean's length rubbing against your core.

"Dean, I need you inside me." You managed to get out, "now." You demanded, not wanting to waste another second.

You felt Dean's lips curving into a smirk against your own. The first time he'd get to fuck you, and you were already begging for him. The thought wondered through his head of how many times you might've thought about his dick inside of you. How many times you squeezed your thighs together to get some sort of relief, and he had no clue. How many times you thought of him while an orgasm shot through your body.

"S' demanding." Dean's mouth met yours as he grabbed his length and slowly thrust himself into your entrance. The feeling was absolutely euphoric as shocks shot through your body and your cheeks burned. A loud moan left your lips as he began to move, his large hands digging into your plump thighs for support. You met him each time he thrust up into you, your foreheads rested together as your hands gripped the brick of the hot tub behind him.

"Ve' wanted you for so long." Dean admitted, "since I first laid eyes on you."

"Me too." You managed to get out between moans, "I've thought about you so many times. How good you feel."

Dean let out some low growl, his pace picking up. "Such a good girl. Taking me so well. This pussy was made for me."

The words only spurred you on, grinding down on him as you started to moan his name over and over again in his ear. "I'm close." You admitted, that familiar coil tighten in the base of your stomach.

"Come with me sweetheart." Dean's hips met yours in a more sloppy, erratic pattern. You knew he was extremely close as well.

"Dean-" you moaned his name one last time as he left a trail of wet kisses along your neck. The sensation pulling you over the edge, your walls clenching and pulsing around him. As you came, Dean quickly followed, not being able to withstand the sensation of your pussy pulsing around his dick.

You two slowly came down from your highs and finally met each other's gaze. Dean's eyes were hooded as he looked up at you. "I love you." He admitted, causing your breath to hitch. "And I'm not just saying that because I'm inside of you right now."

You giggled but quickly met his loving gaze, "I love you too, Dean. Always have."

"Good because that would have been awkward. You know admitting your feelings to your best friend who you just fucked in a hot tub..."

You smiled, shaking your head. Meeting his gaze again, your smile grew into a smirk as you grinded your hips down, causing Dean to let out a groan. Your arms hung loosely from around his neck and your fingers played with his hair as you leaned forward, brushing your lips against the shell of his ear. "Wanna move this to the bed?" Your voice came out extremely low and seductive, causing a shiver to roll down Dean's spine before he let out a mixture between a growl and a groan. "Oh we're going all night, baby."

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winchestersisterimaginessss · 3 days ago

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request: Soft dean and Sam are so good, I've always thought that they fight monsters but never human monsters, could you write one that the reader is a kid around 6 years old and one day they are out and get distracted by something or someone and a man takes her, like the "I have candy/toy in the van"? Not kidnapped, but almost, they reach them before anything happens, and make sure that the reader knows how dangerous humans can be

A/N: hope this is what you were looking for! requests are always open.

Sam and Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader

The day was perfect—almost too perfect for the Winchesters. A crisp breeze floated through the park, the sun high and warm, and everything about it screamed "normal." Sam and Dean were seated on a bench nearby, eyes always scanning, ever-watchful. But for once, they let their guard down a little, because they knew how important these moments were. Y/N—6 years old, bright-eyed, and full of laughter—was playing on the swings, her little yellow dress fluttering in the wind. For a few minutes, they were just a family.

“You think she’ll ever get tired of playing on swings?” Dean asked with a grin, his eyes tracking his sister’s movements.

Sam chuckled. “I don’t know. She’s pretty determined.”

Dean leaned back, checking his phone for the umpteenth time. “Man, I just want one day. One day where we’re not fighting something, y’know?”

“I hear you.” Sam’s voice was softer now, his eyes flicking down at his phone again. “The sheriff called back about the shape-shifter. He’s got a lead on a possible suspect.”

Dean’s gaze drifted back to Y/N, still lost in the world of her imagination, the swings lifting her higher with every push. For a brief moment, it felt like they were normal, like they weren’t hunters—like there were no monsters in the world at all.

But they should’ve known better. Life was never that simple.

Dean’s phone rang suddenly—his mind snapping back into focus. It was the sheriff again. He stood up quickly, answering the call and walking a few steps away from Sam. “Yeah, this is Agent Seger.”

Sam kept his eyes on Y/N as she giggled and kicked her legs higher into the air, laughing so innocently, so carelessly. She deserved that, at least for a little while.

But then—just for a second—he let his gaze slip from her. The conversation about the case had his full attention. He needed to make sure they didn’t miss anything.

That’s when it happened.

The man appeared from the shadows of the park. He was nothing special—unassuming, maybe even friendly-looking. But that was the problem. He smiled at Y/N, and before either Sam or Dean could react, he was kneeling beside her, speaking softly.

“Hey there, sweetie,” the man said in a voice that oozed sweetness. “I’ve got some candy in my van. You like toys, right?”

Y/N, small and innocent, looked up at him, her curiosity piqued. She paused for a moment, unsure, but then the man pulled something out of his pocket—a small, brightly colored toy—and held it out.

Her eyes lit up.

Dean’s heart stopped in his chest. No. The man gently took her hand, leading her away from the swings. Dean rushed forward without thinking, but Sam had already realized what was happening. “Y/N!” Sam shouted, his voice sharp.

“No!” Dean roared, his voice hoarse with fear. He was running now, faster than he’d ever moved.

Sam was right there beside him, both brothers racing toward her.

“Stop! Y/N!” Dean shouted, panic surging through his chest as he closed the distance.

Finally, Dean reached them, shoving the man back with all the strength he could muster, pulling Y/N behind him. “Stay the hell away from my sister!” Dean barked, his voice cracking with pure fury.

The man staggered back, blinking in surprise. “Hey, hey! I wasn’t doing anything wrong!”

Sam stepped in, grabbing the man by the collar and lifting him off the ground. “You don’t ever talk to kids like that! You don’t touch kids! You don’t try and take them anywhere!” Dean’s eyes were wild as he turned to Y/N, pulling her closer, making sure she couldn’t see the stranger anymore. Her eyes were wide with confusion, her small hands clutching the back of his shirt.

The man, still disoriented from Dean’s push, sneered, his voice dripping with something dark. “Yeah well she was asking for it.” Y/N’s blood ran cold. The words didn’t even make sense to her, but she felt them like a cold weight settling on her chest. Dean’s face went white with rage, his entire body shaking as he moved closer to the man, his voice turning from a roar to something guttural, full of pure, unrestrained fury. “You piece of shit, don’t you ever talk about her like that! I’ll fucking kill you!” Y/N couldn’t handle it. It was too much for her to understand. Everything felt suffocating, everything seemed so wrong. Her vision blurred with tears as she stepped back, her breath coming in panicked gasps. She didn’t know why she was crying, why her chest hurt so much, but it felt like her whole body was shaking with fear. Sam, seeing the utter terror in Y/N’s face, reacted immediately. His arms were around her, pulling her out of the way of the chaos. ��It’s okay, it’s okay, I’ve got you,” he murmured softly, his hands shaking just slightly as he carried her away, walking quickly to give them both space. Y/N’s sobs filled the air as her tiny body pressed against Sam’s, trying to bury herself in the safety of his arms. Dean’s voice was still loud, full of fury, as he screamed at the man, his words cutting through the air. "I swear to God, if you ever come near her again, I’ll fucking end you." Y/N didn’t understand the words, but she felt the fear growing in her chest. She wanted to turn back, to ask Sam why it was so bad, why Dean was so angry. But she was shaking too hard, her thoughts tangled in confusion. Sam cradled her, walking briskly away from the scene, giving Dean time to deal with the man. Y/N’s sobs were nearly constant now, her chest heaving as her heart raced in fear. “I want to go home,” she whimpered, her hands clutching onto Sam’s jacket as if she could make everything stop. "I want to go home, Sam. I don’t like it here. I’m scared.” Sam’s heart broke at the sound of her voice, the little girl he had always protected now shaken by something he could never have prepared her for. He kissed the top of her head, whispering gently, “We’re getting out of here, Y/N. I promise, okay? You’re safe. You’re safe with me.” The sound of Dean’s voice yelling at the man became quieter, and soon Y/N could hear Sam’s calm voice, soothing her, trying to ground her. She could hear the man pleading, but Sam never stopped walking. He carried her far enough away to make sure she was safe, as the tension in the air began to settle just slightly. And then, finally, when Dean had finished with the man and made sure he was gone, he walked over to where Sam had taken Y/N. His face was still full of anger, but it softened when he saw how terrified Y/N was. He knelt down in front of her, his hands gently resting on her arms as she clung to Sam. “Y/N, baby, you’re okay. You’re safe,” Dean said, his voice trembling. “You’re okay.”” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. Y/N looked up at Dean, her eyes red and swollen from crying, her face still pale with fear. “Why was he like that, Dean?” She whispered, her voice trembling. “He wasn’t a monster. He wasn’t like the monsters you fight. Why did he say those things? Why did he want to hurt me?” Dean’s heart shattered as he looked at her. The innocence in her eyes, the confusion on her face—it tore at him. Dean’s heart broke in half, and he sank to his knees, pulling Y/N into his arms, his voice thick with emotion. “I know, kiddo. I know. He wasn’t a monster. He wasn’t anything like the things we fight. But there are people out there who don’t care about right or wrong. Some people hurt others because they can. That’s why we have to be so careful.”

Sam knelt down beside them, placing a hand on Y/N back. “Not everyone who looks nice is safe. There are bad people out there—people who want to hurt others. And we have to keep you safe from them.”

Y/N looked between the two of them, her sobs turning to hiccuping gasps as she tried to understand. “So I have to look out for monsters and for bad people?”

Dean’s voice cracked as he tried to hold it together for her. “Some people—some people just choose to do bad things. And you didn’t do anything wrong, okay? It’s not your fault.”

Sam wiped at his eyes, his voice rough. “We’re always going to protect you, Y/N. Always. No one is ever going to take you away from us.”

But Y/Ns wide eyes stayed locked on the ground, and all she could say was, “He wasn’t a monster...”

Dean’s heart shattered. How do you explain that to a six-year-old? How do you break her innocence and let her see the ugliness of the world?

He kissed the top of her head, his voice rough, shaking. “I know, Y/N. I know. And I’m sorry... I’m so sorry you had to see that. But we’re here. You’re safe. We’ll protect you from anyone who tries to hurt you.”

Her small arms clung to his shirt as if she could never let go, and Dean swore that he’d never, ever let anyone hurt her again. Not if he could help it.

And even though the man had fled, leaving the brothers with nothing but shattered peace, Dean knew there was one thing that was still standing.

Family.

He would always protect his little sister, no matter what.