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Emergency

Summary: All you wanted to do was sexting.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Warnings: sexting, wrong number trope, implied smut, horny reader

Hello, hot piece of ass. Whatcha doing? Wanna meet up?

You giggle while chatting with one of the guys you found on the newest dating app you downloaded.

He lives near your location and is a hot dude. You can hardly wait to finally meet up with him. If the pictures he sent to you aren’t fake, he’s got a big dick too.

I want to suck your dick so bad. Hey, are you online? I see the green dot. Don’t tell me you’re jerking off instead of licking my pussy.

You harrumph because your favorite sexting partner doesn’t answer tonight. He’s online, and you can see, he read all of your messages.

Dude, answer me. Last time you weren’t so shy. You better not have a girlfriend.

You can see he’s writing, but then he’s suddenly offline. No message. No reply. No sexy pictures for lonely nights. Maybe he’s a fake account too.

“Come on, asshat. Show me some skin,” you grumble under your breath. Glancing at the app, you sigh. You wait for a moment, asking yourself if you should chat someone else up.

You decide against it and roll off your bed to get your favorite toy out of your duffle bag. If he doesn’t want to meet up or help you out, you’ll take care of yourself tonight.

Placing the toy on the bed, you sigh. Being horny and single sucks. Not only because no one wants to eat your pussy.

Ready to solve the problems in your panties with one of your toys, you glance at your phone.

Hottie is back online. Strike. You bet he’ll answer this time. Maybe he had to get in the mood. On the other hand, aren’t guys always in the mood? At least the ones looking for fun on the app.

Do you want to play? Come on, don’t you want to see more of me? I promise to give you a better angle this time.

He’s still not answering. You sigh and decide to use the bigger guns.

This is an emergency!!!

He’s writing again; this time, you receive a message.

What’s the emergency? He asks.

You hear a commotion in the motel room next to yours. It seems Dean got lucky tonight, and you envy him.

HORNY!!!!

You can hear the door of Dean’s room slam shut. Only seconds later, Dean hammers against your door.

You roll your eyes. Of all the times he wants to scrounge snacks, he chose tonight.

“Sweetheart?” He knocks again. “Open the door!”

“For fuck’s sake, Winchester,” you get out of the bed to unlock the door. “What?” You glare at him and huff. “This is not the best moment to ask for snacks!”

“I only want one snack,” he smirks that irresistible smirk. His tongue darts out to wet his plush lips as his eyes drop to your crotch. “You said it’s an emergency. So, here I am.”

“What?” You splutter. “I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

“You texted me, Y/N,” he argues. “You wrote that you’ve got an emergency and that you’re horny.”

Your eyes widen. This is a serious case of sexting with the wrong person.

Well, what’s done is done.

“If you’re already here,” you fist his flannel to drag him inside your room. “You can take care of my emergency.”

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You were always there in his life, just like he was for you. A little jealousy and a clingy eight year old might finally give you the push you both need

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“Where’s Y/N?” A little voice spoke up from somewhere over Bruce’s left shoulder. He groaned and buried his face deeper in the silk pillowcase, he had only just crawled into bed. The mattress dipped as Dick hauled himself onto the bed, making Bruce swallow down a curse.

“What’s up?” He rolled onto his back and pulled back the blankets enough for a little body to slip under the covers. He received a kick to his very sore ribs as Dick clambered over him in his attempt to settle in the crook of Bruce’s shoulder. The eight year old sighed happily and cuddled up close to his adoptive father.

Bruce smiled despite the throbbing pain in his torso and the early wake up. “What did you need?” 

“Where’s Y/N?” He asked again, propping his chin on Bruce’s collarbone.

“She’s at her apartment?” His voice tilted up, confused at the question. Sure, you were at the manor quite frequently given that you helped Bruce with Dick’s care but you had never stayed the night, save for once when both you and Bruce were too drunk to even move.

Dick huffed, his bottom lip poking out as he looked away from Bruce. “That’s stupid.” The older man swallowed back a chuckle, instead he placed a hand on the boy’s back, his palm almost covering the entire thing. 

“Why’s it stupid?” He shut his eyes again. 

“Cause I want her to live with me!” 

“Hmm, maybe you can go live with her and I can finally get some sleep.” Tiny fingers dug into his armpit, making Bruce yelp and raise an eyebrow at Dick.

“No. I don’t wanna move my toys. Make her live here.” Bruce sighed heavily, sinking further into his mattress.

Yeah, right. He wanted to say but held his tongue. He had broached the idea when he had first taken Dick in, needing an extra set of hands for the rowdy child but you had quite literally laughed him off, just the same as you did when you were both eighteen and he had tried to give you one of his credit cards. You were fiercely independent and while you loved Dick, you still had your own work and life.

“You could try, chum but I think she likes her house more.” 

“Then let’s go there today!” Dick pushed himself up onto his knees, eyes shining with this brilliant idea. 

“Chum-“ But Dick had rushed out of the room before Bruce could get another word out, leaving him to contemplate whether he was going to break his son’s heart by falling back asleep or get up for the day and end up with a massive headache later. Distantly, he could hear Dick chattering away to himself and he knew he would have to raid your medicine cabinet in a few hours.

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Dick practically flew up the stairs of your apartment building, his backpack rattling with the sound of loose Lego bricks and inevitably a book he would get you to read him, as Bruce trailed behind, dark sunglasses perched on the end of his nose. He himself held a bag of food from Alfred and a bottle of your favourite wine as a sorry for the unexpected visit. He could at least pat himself on the back for delaying Dick just long enough for the boy to get some food and Bruce to get a couple hours of sleep.

“Come on! You’re so slow!” Dick whined as he reached the landing on your floor. He bounced on the balls of his feet before he huffed and threw open the door, darting down the empty hallway. The rattling of his bag grew distant and then, he was banging on your door with all the might his little fists could muster.

“Y/N! Y/N! Y/N!” Bruce cringed, his head ducked down as he passed by the other apartments on your floor, silently apologising to each of them. 

“Chum you can’t-“ But your door opened right then and the breath was knocked from his lungs. You were wearing a dark red dress that perfectly matched the matte lipstick on your plump lips. The fabric perfectly clung to you, making your curves even more prominent. You were still wearing your slippers and only had one earring in but you were still the most beautiful thing Bruce had ever seen, just as you always had been.

“Well isn’t this a surprise.” Dick wasted no time, throwing himself into your arms, he squealed loudly and buried his face in the crook of your neck. You laughed as his little fingers dug into the neckline of your dress, no doubt ruining the fabric. “I thought there was a monkey at my door with all that noise.” You ran your left hand along his side as you stood up, making Dick giggle and cling to you even tighter. In a couple months, Bruce doubted you’d be able to pick him up anymore.

“I missed you!” You beamed. Bruce felt his knees buckle.

“It’s a good thing you came over then, cause I missed you too!” 

Bruce cleared his throat. “I hope I can be included in that sentiment as well.” You finally looked up at him, your eyes shining like stars. You smirked, biting down on your lip as you gave the man a quick one over.

“Depends, what did you bring me?” 

“So my child doesn’t count?” Dick laughed again, his knees digging into your side. You raised an eyebrow at Bruce who lifted the bottle of wine with a sly smile.

“Why didn’t you start with that? Come on in.” You stepped back into the apartment, leaving the door open for him to follow behind. 

Your home had always been a comfort for Bruce, a safe haven tucked away from the world and his responsibilities. The weight of Batman and being the last Wayne, and even though he loved him dearly, being Dick’s father, lifted from his shoulders as the soft colours of your walls surrounded him. 

You wandered into the kitchen, like you normally did when they stopped by for a visit, Dick chattering away about anything and everything that came into his little mind while Bruce stopped to look at the new photos you had hung up in the living room. Photos of memories he had forgotten. There was one of the both of you in a pillow fort that towered over you, your faces slathered in chocolate from bags of candy at your feet. Another was the 3rd grade dance that your parents had chaperoned, you in a bright pink princess dress complete with fairy wings and a plastic tiara and him in a tiny suit with one of his father’s best ties that was far too big for him. Your high school graduation party where you and Bruce in all your drunken genius decided to race up one of the old trees on the Wayne property and got stuck at the top.

But the most recent one made his heart skip a beat; it was of all three of you curled up on your couch, Dick sound asleep on your lap as Bruce ‘rested his eyes’ while leaning on your shoulder, his arms wrapped tightly around both of you as you beamed up at the camera. All of his happiest moments had you in them and for the life of him, he wouldn’t change anything about it.

Bruce turned and spotted your heels by the door, the red-bottomed ones that you only ever used when you wanted to get laid. Something in his stomach turned sour at the thought. “Why are you so dressed up?” He asked as casually as he could though his voice cracked. 

“Yeah! You look pretty!” Dick chirped though his own voice was muffled, no doubt you had already given him a cookie that he shouldn’t be having.

“I have a date,” You cooed (to Dick but Bruce liked to pretend it was for him), “but since you guys are here now. I’ll cancel it.”

“You don’t have to do that. We can go.” Relief made his shoulders sag but Bruce still forced a frown on his lips as you came back around the corner, Dick still perched on your wide hip. You were practically glowing with joy.

You waved him off and pressed a kiss to Dick’s chubby cheek, leaving a bright lipstick stain there. “I would much rather spend the evening with you guys. It also means I get to wear comfy clothes instead of this dumb dress.” Dick slipped from your arms and went to his bag, which he had dropped on the couch.

“Are you sure?” But that wasn’t the question he was really asking. You just smiled at him, putting a hand on his bicep as you leaned in close.

“There’s nowhere else I would rather be. Now let me get changed and we can watch a movie, how’s that sound bud?” Dick grumbled something to the affirmative, making you laugh to yourself as you turned to go to your room but not without a parting squeeze to Bruce’s arm. He watched you go, his gaze dropping to your ass to appreciate the sight for just a moment before he caught himself and turned his attention back to his son.

Dick, who was already observing his father with a curious expression, suddenly lit up with an idea. He covered his mouth with his hand and then disappeared as he fell back onto the cushions, a little laugh escaping him as he landed. Bruce ignored the boy and went to the kitchen to get some snacks together for all of you. 

The TV flicked to life, dousing the apartment with a hazy background noise that served to lead Bruce deeper into the fantasy of this life of domesticity actually being his. If he let himself, he could almost imagine how perfect it would be, just his family spending time together away from the rest of the world. But there was still that nagging fact that you had a date tonight, one that you cancelled for him sure, but a date nonetheless.

You weren’t his wife or his girlfriend, and that made his blood freeze.

He pulled out the cork from the bottle with perhaps a bit more force than necessary, sending a few drops of red liquid directly onto his white shirt. “Fuck.” He groaned and grabbed the dish towel on the counter to try and scrub away at the stain. 

“I can’t leave you alone for a second.” Your smaller hands gripped his waist, turning him around so you could take the towel from him. Bruce let you manhandle him until you could easily rub against his chest but the stain had already set in. Your bottom lip poked out, an almost overwhelming temptation to your oldest friend, before your fingers curled into his belt and tugged him away from the kitchen counter.

Bruce went willingly, eagerly. “I’ve got some of your shirts in my wardrobe, go get changed and I’ll finish up here.” He nodded blankly and wandered away from you.

You watched him go for just a moment before finishing pouring out the wine and laying some of the cheeses Alfred has so thoughtfully packed on a small tray. You grabbed some hopefully not stale crackers from the cabinet and journeyed back into the living room. “What are we watching tonight Dickie?”

Dick looked up from his spot between the couch and coffee table as you sat down with an almost bored expression on his little face. “Star Wars.”

“Duh.” You replied.

Soon Bruce wandered back in. “Why exactly do you have so many of my shirts in your closet?” You shrugged behind your glass, though he knew your cheeks were heated with embarrassment.

“Cause you’re clumsy and I knew I’d have to keep clean clothes for you.” He flopped down on the couch next to you, his arm immediately finding its place across your shoulders.

“Yeah right.” You curled into his side, settling in for a nice little evening.

It was halfway through the movie that Dick climbed onto the couch between you and his dad. “I wish we could stay like this forever.” He muttered wistfully, taking yours and Bruce’s hand into his. You looked at Bruce from over his little head.

“Aw buddy, we can do this whenever you want. You’re always welcome here, you know that.” He shook his head and Bruce's heart sank.

“What do you mean chum?” He asked, wondering if there was something more going on. Dick’s chest inflated as he took in a deep breath.

“But we always go home and you never come with us! You-you don’t really want us, you live so far away. And,” he sighed heavily, giving you the biggest, saddest puppy dog eyes he could muster, “and you go on dates with people who aren’t my dad. You’ll leave.” His grip on your hand tightened like you would disappear right then.

Bruce’s heart lurched as your lips parted. “You should date him instead! And then we can all live together at home like we should be!” Dick continued and then, he slammed your hand into Bruce’s, forcing your fingers to intertwine.

“Dickie-“

“No! You’re supposed to be together! Even Alfred says so! So just do it already and then we can go home. Together.” His gaze switched to Bruce, who caught his glare. The man swallowed thickly and looked at you and for the first time in his life, Bruce couldn’t tell what you were thinking.

You let out a shaky breath after a moment, your fingers pressing into the back of his hand. He could feel your pulse against his wrist, your heartbeat was fast, almost matching his own. “Maybe you’re right Dickie.”

“What?” The word escaped him like he had just been punched, making your lips curl up into a bashful smile. 

“Maybe, I should be dating you and not those other men who I always end up comparing to you anyway. Maybe I should be going home with you.” 

“I think maybe you should.” Bruce leaned over his son, his free hand coming up to hold your full cheek. “Because I have spent my whole life with you by my side and now that I’m thinking about it, I don’t want you so far away anymore. I want to see your face everyday and hear your voice from beside me every moment that I can.” 

Your eyes dropped to his lips and that was all it took for Bruce to close the distance and finally kissed you like he should have done years ago when he realised that no other woman would live up to the place you carved out in his heart. You immediately melted into him, laying your hand on top of his own. 

Just as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss, Dick got up on his knees between you and threw his skinny arms around your necks. You separated just as he shouted, “I told you!” 

You both laughed and hugged him back, sinking back down into the couch all together. Bruce’s chest warmed. Maybe, finally, he could get you to come home.

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Memories (3)

Summary: Sam tries to convince you to give him a chance while you are still pissed.

Pairing: Mobster!Sam Winchester x fem!Reader

Characters: Dean Winchester, Benny Lafitte, Arthur Ketch, Crowley

Warnings: angst, language, unrequited love, mentions of bad sex, arranged marriage, mobster business, jealous Sam, bratty/feisty reader, light smut, unprotected sex, fingering, the reader stops being silent and speaks her mind, implied torture

<< Part 2 - Gaps

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“Ruby,” I see. Dean cleans the knife, smirking when Ketch flinches at the sight of a larger knife on the table. “Why did you help that bitch? Don’t you have standards?”

“She promised me something in return,” spitting blood onto the floor Arthur tries to catch his breath. “I just couldn’t resist.”

“Great way to die early, Ketch,” the mobster pokes the tip of his favorite knife into Ketch’s chest. “Now tell me about Ruby's plans. I want to know every little detail. If you lie, this will be a lot more painful for you.”

“She offered Sam’s empire and enough money to settle down to me. I only had to let little miss sunshine disappear for her,” two hours alone with Dean and his tools took a toll on the usually tough man.

“I think, my brother will love to hear you not only wanted to take over his empire but tried to kill his wife too. I hope she promised you enough money to take the risk of pissing Sam Winchester off,” Crowley smirks when Dean wilds the knife in front of Arthur’s face. “Now let’s talk like men, shall we.”

“We got Ketch,” Sam moves his hand over your thigh to tickle your skin with his fingertips. “Dean always was better in interrogating people. I lack talent when it comes to getting information from someone who wanted to kill my wife.”

“Why? I saw you hurt people before. A dangerous man like you should be able to get information from him,” you try to move away from Sam to not feel his warmth, but he slings one arm around your waistline to hold you against his chest. 

“I would’ve killed him the moment I laid eyes on him,” he purrs in your neck, lips suckling at your sweet spot. “He almost killed you. If not for your habit to sit in the front, you could be dead.”

“As if you would’ve cared,” huffing you try to ignore you can feel Sam’s hand move under your nightgown. “Sam, what are you doing?”

“I try to seduce my wife,” he mouths his way down your neck, leaves little love bites on his way. “Now that I know Lisa lied, I’m going to try to make things up to you.”

“Y-you can’t just,” his hand slips between your legs, makes you shudder as his long fingers slide through your folds. “Sam, this is not the time to—”

“It’s the perfect time to reunite,” Sam nips at your earlobe, bites it playfully while you try to not give in. “I can’t leave you unsatisfied for another day. Let me give you what your body is craving. Just take what you want.”

“I want to sleep,” you fight the heat rising in your belly. It’s not the time to give in to your husband. He treated you like an enemy, was cold and distant for the longest time. “Sam, t-take your hand off my p-ussy.”

“Why would I do such a thing? It sounds like you are enjoying yourself to me,” he toys with your swollen bud, not stopping when you grasp for his hand. “Take what you need, kitten.”

“I-I need,” you hate your body tries to betray you. “Sam, you need to stop. Fuck, please. I need to cum.”

“Yeah?” Sam husks in your ear. “How do you wanna cum, kitten? On my fingers, or full of my cock. Name it, and you’ll get it, Y/N. This is about you, not me tonight.”

“An orgasm will not make me like you more,” right now, you like Sam very much, or rather his fingers. “I mean it.” It’s a weak attempt to not give in to the spark Sam ignited but you know, it’s useless. Your touch-starved body won’t let you get away with your stubbornness.

“Lemme make you feel good,” rocking your hips you try to get more friction and add pressure to your thrumming clit at the same time. “I want to fuck you deep and good. Just say the word.”

“N—” he takes his hand away, pulls a needy whine from your lips when he robs you of your pleasure. “No, don’t stop now!”

“Come here,” your back hits the mattress, your legs end up around his waistline and you wonder how Sam managed to flip you over and push his sweatpants down at the same time. “I’m gonna make you feel so good.”

“I—we shouldn’t,” you whimper breathlessly. “This is so wrong—,” your body is craving Sam’s attention, but your brain still tries to fight your needy cunt. “Sam.”

“I got you, baby girl,” he shifts his hips, eager to fill you. “Gonna make you scream my name, tell everyone in this fucking house you are mine.” Sam grips your left thigh, spreads you wider for him. “Fuck, I’ve missed this pussy.”

“Why?” you slide your hands over his arms up to his shoulders to grip him tightly, forcing Sam to look down at you. “You felt like a cold fish if we even got naked once a month to make sure you are going to have an heir.”

“When I believed you are cheating on me I lost my mind. Dad pressured me to get you pregnant and I just couldn’t get the images of you and my brother out of my head. I’m sorry for being a jealous idiot,” he nudges at your entrance, lips claiming yours in a surprisingly gentle kiss.

“T-that’s no excuse for—” you dig your nails into his flesh, leaving crescent marks without a doubt when his cock slides into you with one hard thrust. “Fuck.”

“Fuck, baby, just let me,” Sam slowly begins to roll his hips, tries to make you feel all the things he can’t say with his words, “make you feel good.” 

“Make me feel good,” you doubt he wants more than an orgasm from you but right now, you are too engrossed to watch Sam pin your hands on each side of your head.

He holds you down to keep you from slipping out of his grip, moaning against your lips with the first deep thrusts. 

“You’re so good for me,” he pants on top of you. His hair falls into his face, makes him look more like the young man you met so many years before. A boy with shaggy hair and a soft smile. “My good girl. My wife. Mine.”

“Sam, did you hear me?” Dean watches his brother rub the back of his neck. “I know you are worried about your wife but she’s safe here. No one will get close to her on Benny’s watch.”

“I—we had sex last night,” Sam falls onto the couch at his office. He nervously rubs his thighs to slowly calm down. “It was good, I think. Y/N, she let me hold her and it felt good but this morning…”

“What? She enjoyed the orgasm and didn’t want to cuddle you in the morning,” the elder brother snickers. “Sam, you can’t expect her to fall back into old patterns. Give her time.”

“What if she wants to leave me now? I let Lisa fed me lies and treated my wife poorly,” Dean doesn’t say a word, simply listens to Sam’s rant. “Dean, don’t you want to say something?”

“Dude, you believed we fuck like rabbits behind your back. You flirted with Ruby, and you treated Y/N like trash. If she does not leave your sorry ass, I’ll eat salad for a month.”

“I’m keeping you up on that bet, Dean,” Sam smirks when you open the door, poking your head in. He can see you are nervous and unsure how to act around him so he moves toward the door to take your hand.

“Dean, hey,” you clear your throat, “give Sam and me a minute, will ya? I need to talk to my—husband.”

“Sure thing, sweetheart,” Dean pecks your check. “I need to make a few calls. Catch the bad guys, break a few bones. Ya know, the usual Sunday morning business.”

“You want to have breakfast and flirt with that cute new waitress,” you giggle when Dean slaps your ass playfully.

“How do you wanna know?” the mobster asks, cocking his head to the side meet your gaze. “Y/N, did you spy on me?”

“You leave the mansion earlier than usual for the last four or five weeks. You smell like pancakes and there is a cocky smirk on your lips. I think you get lucky on Sundays…”

“I always get lucky with the ladies but you ain’t wrong. Sammy, you better watch your wife. She’s a freaking spy,” Dean strolls toward the door, muttering under his breath. “Can a man not have pancakes and a quickie in his car without anyone spying on him.”

“No, you can’t, Deano. Do not forget to use a condom, champ!” you call after Dean, but he slams the door shut. “Aw, now he’s pissed.”

“You spied on my big brother?”  

“I had nothing better to do, Sam. While you played gangster and ignored me, I had to spend my time at home. I’m not one of those trophy wives going on shopping sprees and wasting their time at a spa,” you quip. 

Sam watches you walk toward his couch. “Last night was nice—wasn’t it?” he carefully tries. “Do you want to go for breakfast too? We could talk and, I don’t know…”

“Sam,” you cross your legs, hands folded in your lap. “Sex doesn’t change a thing. I don’t think any woman with a functional brain would ever forgive, Sam Winchester.”

“Baby I—” you raise your hand, shaking your head.

For the first time since you met Sam he seems to be nervous.

“I’m not done, Sam. I said any woman, but I’m not any woman. Now, tell me what you want to do about the current situation. If you want me to stay by your side and bear you heir, you will kill Ruby for me.”

“Kill her,” Sam nods. “I will find her, Y/N. She will face great punishment for hurting you.”

“—and I want to watch,” you get up from the couch, straighten your back and put a sweet smile on your lips while your heart hammers in your chest. You have Sam where you always wanted him, in your clutches, bend to your will. “If you do this for me, we can talk about our marriage.”

“Oh, okay,” he swallows thickly when you stand in front of him. Still that sweet smile on your lips, but a different woman. “All for you, kitten.”

“No more kitten, Samuel. If you prove that you can be a good husband, you can call me kitten again. Until then,” you pat his chest, snickering as his eyes darken a little. “you won’t touch me…” You place your hands onto his shoulders, stand on tiptoe to peck his lips before you place the last page of your diary into his hands. “Change my mind, Sam. If not, I will leave you for good.”

Sam watches you turn away from him to leave his office. “Y/N, you can’t—” 

“I made my rules known, Sam,” you look over your shoulder to glance at your husband. “If you want me to stand by your side, stop thinking I’m a tool you can use. Call me when you found that bitch.” 

“We found her,” Sam watches you walk next to him, holding his hand tightly. “If you still want to watch, I will not stop you but...you shouldn’t.”

“I will show everyone who I am, Sam. I’m a Winchester, your wife. No one will ever dare to underestimate me and my value again. Including my husband.”

“Welcome to the family business, kitten,” he lifts your chin with his index finger to kiss your lips softly. “Tonight, I want my wife back. But now, let’s take care of Ruby, shall we?”

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Cookies Time

Summary: It’s that time of the year again. Dean is in the mood for cookies.

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader

Warnings/Tags: fluff, Christmas fluff, a little making out, implied smut, a/b/o, a/b/o dynamics, scenting

Square filled for @fandom-free-bingo "Gingerbread edition": 4 am sandwiches (alternates)

“Y/N? Sweetheart? Omega?” Dean strolled into the kitchen, looking for a snack and his omega. “What are you doing up at…” He looked at his watch, groaning as it was too early to be awake. “4 am?”

“I wanted to prepare the dough for the cookies,” you replied and went back to kneading the dough. “I couldn’t sleep and thought I could bake some cookies. What are you doing up?”

“I was missing you, and…”

“You’re hungry,” you concluded. Dean nodded before walking further into the kitchen. “I knew you’d come around sooner than later.” You said and pointed at a plate with a sandwich. The one you prepared for your alpha.

“You’re too good to me.” He stepped behind you to peck your cheek. “What are we making? Pie?”

“Gingerbread cookies,” you laughed because Dean’s stomach rumbled loudly. His love for pie was unbroken. “I’ll make more later. The dough is waiting in the fridge.”

“More cookies.” Dean hummed while grabbing one half of the sandwich. “I can help. You know, I love to help you in the kitchen.”

At this, you chuckled. Most of the time, Dean distracted you with kisses and cuddles or talked you into getting naughty in the kitchen.

“Dean, you’re distracting me.”

“I'll help,” he nuzzled your neck and inhaled your scent deeply. “Hmm… I like the scent of cinnamon and vanilla on you, sweetheart.”

“You only want to eat the first cookie, Dean. I know your stomach,” you snickered when he wrapped his arms around your waist. Dean sniffed along your neck while you tried to focus on the dough. “Dean, I need to finish the dough.”

“I’ll help,” he said again and kissed your neck before covering your hands with his. Dean guided your movement, kneading the dough. “Slow, sweetheart. We don’t want to make it soft again.”

“You’re a naughty man,” you giggled and pushed your ass into his crotch. “No naughty business until we are done with the cookies.”

“I can’t promise anything,” he purred in your neck and nipped at your earlobe. “What if I get hungry for something else besides pie and cookies?”

“Well, in that case, we won’t have any cookies or pie for Christmas.” He stopped nuzzling you for a moment. Dean considered what was more important to him—cuddling his omega and getting naughty or food.

You chuckled because your alpha wouldn’t stop tugging at your apron. “How about we finish the cookies together, and you can lick the rest of the dough off my body?”

Dean choked a moan. He eagerly nipped at your neck while you tried to finish the dough. “Let’s bake those cookies, sweetheart. I can’t wait to taste them on your skin…”

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A new life - Flufftober 8

Summary: Dean and you have a new life.

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader

Warnings: a/b/o, fluff, pregnant omega, scenting, cuddling & snuggling, domestic bliss

Trope: Nesting (a/b/o)

Catch up here: One autumn night - Flufftober 10

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2024

Watching you roll over on your nest, Dean smiles fondly.

It’s been almost three years since you quit hunting. Your old life seems so far away. He can’t imagine going back to hunt the things that go bump in the night.

“Y/N, sweetheart,” he calls your name, smirking as you immediately lift your head to look at him. “What’s that?” Dean points at the new blanket you wrapped around your growing body. “That’s new…”

“Oh, that’s my new blankie,” you coo and snuggle into the new blanket. “It’s so soft and warm. Sammy got it for me.”

“Sam bought it for you?” Dean cocks a brow. Sam is his brother, and he’d die for him, but Dean can’t help and let his jealous streak win the upper hand. Your alpha doesn’t like seeing you wrap a blanket his brother bought around you and your unborn pup.

“Huh?” You glance at your alpha. “No, Dean. He picked it up for me from the post office. I forgot to tell you I ordered it.”

Dean nods. He visibly relaxes because Sam only picked the package up for you. “It looks soft. Where did you get it?” Your alpha steps toward the bed to tug at the blanket. “Is that a burrito?”

“Yes, it’s a burrito blanket,” you giggle. “Do you like it? It’s big enough for two. I ordered the biggest burrito blanket.”

You lift the blanket to offer the free spot to your alpha. “I got the food, sweets, and pickles you wanted,” he says, trying not to give in to his need to snuggle up to you. “Let’s eat first, sweetheart.”

“I want to snuggle with you and the new blanket,” you whine. “I’m not hungry anymore.”

Dean cocks a brow. Not an hour ago, your cravings drove you up the wall, and you begged him for pickles. Now you’re suddenly not hungry anymore.

“What did you eat?” He asks, glancing at the empty plate on the nightstand. Dean lifts the plate, sniffing at it. “That was…my pie.” He whines now. Dean saved the last slice of pie for himself, hidden in the back of the fridge.

You roll to your side, patting the empty spot on your nest. Dean is pouting and sniffs at the plate again. His eyes dart from your swollen belly to the empty plate and back.

“I got hungry,” you pucker your lips. “Very hungry, Alpha. There was nothing in the fridge but the pie.”

Dean knows you’re lying. The fridge is filled with everything you like, but you have to steal his pie.

“It’s only pie,” he places the plate back onto the nightstand. Dean kicks his shoes off and strips his clothes off to crawl onto the bed.

You smile when he presses his ear to your belly to talk to your baby.

“Hey, pie stealer. Did you get hungry? Like father, like son.” He purrs low in his throat when you run your fingers through his hair. “I got pickles, ice cream, and all the naughty things your mommy loves to eat.”

“Aw, did you hear, Dean Jr.?” you coo. “Your daddy got us all the nice things. He’s the best alpha ever.” Dean’s heart swells at your words. “Do you want to tell him we got him pie too?”

“Pie?” Dean lifts his head to look at you. “You got me pie, sweetheart? When? How?” He asks.

“Sammy delivered it,” you giggle and pat your alpha’s head. “I called him, asking for help. He got my package and pie for you.”

“My omega got pie for me,” Dean sighs happily before resting his head on your belly, nuzzling you. “She’s the best omega ever.”

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[holylulusworld]

Chocolate Chip

Summary: A witch. A spell. A guinea pig.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader; Dean Winchester x Chocolate Chip

Warnings: language, angst, adorable Dean, possessive Dean, I love guinea pigs, so does Dean, fun, fluff

A/N: I had a weird dream after one of my guinea pigs died a few weeks ago. I turned into a gp and Dean took care of me.

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“SONOFABITCH!” you cry, chasing after the second witch only to feel strange out of the blue. You know the bitch you killed first chanted a spell and that you got hit, but nothing could’ve prepared you for what was about to happen to you. “NO, DEAN!”

“Sweetheart?” Dean gapes at you, eyes widened in surprise or terror – you can’t define his facial reaction right now, too busy to shrink in yourself, feeling your clothes slide off your body until you end up on the ground. “Fuck, Y/N!”

“Dean! Y/N! I got the second witch,” Sam pants, running into the room only to find you in Dean’s hands, well what’s left of you. “A guinea pig? Dean, we don’t have time to play with pets.”

“T-that’s Y/N!” while you look up at Dean, a high-pitched squeal leaves your mouth. You purr rubbing your cheek against his warm hand. “Uh—I think she likes it when I hold her.”

“Wait—What? This can’t be Y/N,” looking at the guinea pig in his brother’s hands Sam furrows his brows. “We don’t have time for bad jokes either, Dean.”

“How shall I name her?” Dean carefully picks your flannel up to wrap you in the warm fabric. “Any suggestions, Sammy?”

“Dean, you can’t give Y/N a new name. We need to find out how the witch turned Y/N,” Sam tuts while his brother carefully presses you to his chest.

“She likes me, look,” while you happily squeak, excited Dean finally gives you the attention you always wanted, Sam sighs deeply. “I will call her Chocolate Chip from now on.”

Looking up at Dean you squeak again, liking the new name. Even though you can’t speak, you want Dean to know you appreciate he cares for you.

“No, you won’t call Y/N like that. Let’s look around the house, maybe I can find a reverse spell or something.”

“She’s so cute. Furry and all,” Dean snickers, but he presses a soft kiss to your head. “We gotta find a way to turn you back into your old self, until then, I’ll take care of you, Chocolate Chip.”

“Okay, we got hay, water, green stuff, and fresh cut grass, Chocolate Chip,” Dean built a compound only for you. It occupies most of the floor in his room, but he doesn’t care. “Look, I got a nice house for you to hide too, sweetheart.”

“Dean, stop talking to Y/N as if she’s a pet,” Sam watches you happily run around the compound, squeaking when you scent the fresh grass Dean cut for you. 

“But she’s so cute,” Dean kneels in front of the compound, watches you chew on the grass. “Can’t I keep her?”

“Y/N is human and guinea pigs live like eight years max! Do you want her to die?” head-snapping toward his brother to meet his gaze Dean tries to push the panic bubbling up back down.

“No, of course not. Lemme just take care of Y/N while you look for a spell,” Dean carefully pats your head, smiling when you purr in response. “Aw, she loves me. Don’t you Chocolate Chip? You love your daddy.”

“That sounded wrong on so many levels,” shuddering Sam looks at you feast on the grass. “I’ll go and check on the next spellbook.”

“That’s my Baby, she purrs like a cat for me, Chocolate Chip,” watching his brother carry you around Sam snickers silently. “Look, there’s Sammy. We like him.”

“Dean, Y/N knows your car and me.”

“You can’t know that Sam. What if the witch stole her memories too?” Dean smirks when you nuzzle in his chest, squeaking when he runs his fingers over your furry back. “Look at my cute little piggie. You can keep on researching while I look for food for her.”

“Maybe we should get her a second guinea pig. I know you should never have only one,” turning around like in slow motion, his eyes narrowed, jaw clenching Dean glares at his brother.

“No other pig will touch my Chocolate Chip! What if you get a guy and he gets her pregnant? We can’t let my girl have their babies!”

“Dean—” laughing Sam looks at you in his brother’s hands. “I didn’t want her to be alone, is all.”

“She’s not alone,” Dean grunts. “Chocolate Chip has me, now take your hands off my guinea pig and find a way to turn her back into a girl…”

“I bet Sammy can turn you back, sweetheart,” looking at you get comfortable on his chest, Dean smiles. “You’ve got a nice nose, Chocolate Chip. I bet you can smell me with it.”

(“Squeak”), lifting your head you try to answer Dean but all you get out is another squeaking sound.

“I get it,” he pats your head, careful to not hurt you. “You can’t understand me right now, but I want you to know that I’ll do anything to protect you. If Sammy can’t find a way to turn you back into a girl, I’ll build you a bigger compound and get you furry friends, promised.”

“Promised?” looking up at Dean you smirk. “I will take you up on that promise, Winchester.”

“Y/N,” Dean gasps, arms immediately wrapping around your body. “Uh—erm,” he clears his throat, tries to not look at you. “You are kinda naked.”

“Yeah, my fur is gone, and you didn’t give me clothes yet, Dean,” pecking his chin you try to purr one last time. “You took good care of me. Thank you, Dean.”

“Anytime, sweetheart,” he swallows thickly, looks down at you one last time before he stretches one arm to reach the abandoned flannel on his bed. “I’ll get you something to wear, Y/N. We don’t want Sammy to spy on you.”

“Aw, you’re still taking good care of me,” you sigh happily, head resting against Dean’s shoulder. “By the way, I understood every word, Dean…”

“Three?” eying the guinea pigs you got for Dean said hunter smirks. “How’d you wanna name them, sweetheart?”

“Uh—the one over there is a guy, but don’t worry,” whispering the male guinea pig got castrated you smirk when Dean sighs deeply. “We don’t want them to get pregnant Dean.”

“Poor guy,” Dean looks at the male pet, shaking his head lightly. “I’ll name you Impala, buddy. I think that’s a great name for a brave pig.”

“What about the girls? We could name one Chocolate Chip?” 

“No, that’s your name, Y/N. I will name one Pie and the other Burger,” you chortle, even snort a little but Dean ignores your outburst while feeding the little pets. “Look, they like my food.”

“Yeah, they like you, Dean,” taking Dean’s hand you squeeze it tightly. “Just like me—”

“I know you like me, sweetheart,” snickering Dean wraps one arm around your shoulders, still watching the guinea pigs. “Me, my food, and that I’ll always take care of you. My sweet little Chocolate Chip…”

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Watermelon Dilemma

Summary: Your alpha wants more pups. You disagree.

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader

Warnings: a/b/o, pregnant omega, fun, crack!fic, fluff, implied fluff

A/N: I saw this idea with the melons on Twitter and had to write something about it.

“Sammy, I’m telling you she’ll have more soon. The moment little Dean pops out of my omega, I’ll fill her again,” Dean declares he will have more pups soon.

He’s an alpha-possessed. Since he got you pregnant, he tries to breed the hell out of you. Dean leaves you sore and exhausted more than you can count.

“Dean, give her a break,” Sam laughs when you waddle inside the library, giving Dean a warning glare because he didn’t keep his hands to himself last night.

You’re eight months pregnant and your belly and tits are huge. Your back is hurting, and you can’t see your feet any longer. The last time you tried to shave, you gave up, crying in the showers.

“There she is,” Dean already roams your body with hungry eyes. He purrs low in his throat while walking toward you. His hands reach out for your huge belly to eagerly rub it. “Look at my pretty omega filled with my baby.”

“No way,” you shove against his chest. Hard. “You’ll keep your knot inside your pants tonight. No rodeo for you today, cowboy.”

Dean grins. Last night you tried to buck him off you, but it didn’t work out. You came all over his cock, screaming and whining. “You love it, sweetheart. Me, my cock, and being pregnant with my baby.”

“You won’t breed me again—” You poke your index finger in his chest. “Do you have the slightest how it feels to be pregnant? My feet are swollen. The baby lies on my bladder so I gotta pee all the time. If I drop something, it’s lost forever because I cannot pick it up.”

“Do not forget the cravings!” Dean exclaims. “You ate a pickle with peanut butter last night.” He grins.

“Hey, the cravings are the best thing. At least then I can chase you around the bunker to get me food,” you snicker when his eyes darken. “What?” You point at your belly. “This is your fault, Winchester. The least you can do is get me food!”

“Baby. Sweetheart. Omega,” Dean purrs the words, trying to lure you in. You huff and cross your arms over your chest. Well, you try. Dean’s eyes shoot up to your chest. He licks his lips. “Hmm…I’ll bury my face between those later.”

“Guys, can you just not—” Sam huffs and walks out. He tried to eat lunch and now, his appetite is gone.

“You won’t bury anything between them,” you growl. “They hurt and are heavy. If you knew how it feels having a huge belly and those tits, you’d never want to get pregnant!”

He grins. “I can’t get pregnant, baby,” Dean wiggles his eyebrows. “But I can get you pregnant, sweetheart. I only need to put something big and hard inside your sweet cunt.”

“No,” you huff.

“No?” He whines now. “What can I do to change your mind?”

“How about you walk in my shoes for a day? If you make it through the next twenty-four hours without complaining, you’ll get to breed me again.”

“Walk in your shoes,” he hums. “Okay. What do you want me to do? Eat odd things? Maybe pee all the time. Oh! Can I use that awesome pillow I got for you?”

“I know exactly what to do to let you walk in my shoes…”

“What…?” Sam starts laughing the moment Dean steps out of your shared bedroom. He holds his stomach, wheezing, and snickering.

“Stop laughing, bitch!” Dean grunts. He used quite a few layers of plastic wrap to outfit his belly with a huge watermelon. To match your breasts, he strapped smaller melons to his chest. “I’m a proud pregnant man.”

Sam snorts. “You look ridiculous. What are you doing with the food?”

“Melons, bitch,” Dean slowly walks along the hallways. He rubs his lower back, already feeling the weight of the melons. “Shit, that’s one heavy melon.”

“But—why?” Sam follows his brother to tease him some more. “We eat melons, not wear them as clothes.”

“Y/N told me to walk in her shoes for a day,” Dean mutters. “I’ve got this. I’ll rock those melons and tomorrow, I’ll rock her…” He huffs. “Fuck off, Sammy. I gotta pee.”

Dean walks toward the bathroom, his brother hot on his heels. “Do you need help?” Sam asks, watching his brother rub his back. “You walk like an old man.”

“Dude, I walk like a pregnant woman. Now if you’d kindly fuck off,” jerking his head toward his brother Dean gives Sam the stinky eye. “I’m warning you. Do not mess with a pregnant woman.”

Sam laughs but backpaddles the moment Dean growls at him. “Fine, have it your way…”

“Fuck, no,” Dean looks at the floor, cursing himself for dropping the remote control. Now he tries to pick it up but can't reach it. The melons won’t let him crouch down, or even bend over far enough to grab the remote control. “What the fuck!!!”

“Got a problem, alpha?” You snicker watching Dean struggle to pick the remote control up. “Aw, I thought you’ve got this, alpha.”

“That’s not funny,” he grumbles while kicking the remote control toward the bed. “I’ll get you, little bitch!”

You snicker, but hand Dean your gripping aid to grab the remote control. His eyes widen and he gasps.

“Where did you get this magical tool?” He looks at the gripping aid like it’s a wonder. Dean hums and tugs the gripping aid under his arm. “If you’d excuse me now. I’m going to go back to the bathroom.”

Smirking you watch Dean slowly walk out of the room. “You dropped the toilet paper, didn’t you, alpha?”

Dean happily grabs a beer out of the fridge. He’s about to open it when you slap the back of his head. “No alcohol for you. Remember, you’re pregnant. No sushi. No alcohol.”

“No alcohol?” Dean hiccups. He longingly looks at the beer in the fridge, wondering if he can grab one before you slap him again.

“Did you think a big belly and big boobs are all it takes to know how it feels to walk in my shoes?”

“No—” he huffs and closes the fridge. “I’ll get me a pickle and peanut butter.” Dean waddles toward the cupboard, stretching to reach the higher shelf. He grunts because the melon painfully presses into his belly. “Fuck, that hurts.”

You giggle. “See,” you slap his ass. “That’s the reason I need you to grab things from the cupboard for me.”

“You only want to watch my ass while I grab all the pickles for you,” he chuckles. “Right?” Dean looks over his shoulder. “Sweetheart is something wrong. You look a little flustered.”

“Hmm…” You glance at Dean’s ass, licking your lips. “I don’t know, alpha. You look deliciously.”

“What?” Dean slowly turns around only to end up pressed against the cupboard. “Y/N? What has gotten into you?” He whines when you cup his crotch. “Baby?”

“Yeah, definitely worth getting bred again,” you purr low in your throat. Dean cocks a brow. “How about you get on our bed and present for me, sweetheart?”

“Hahaha…you’re very funny, baby,” he eyes you warily while slowly moving away from you.

“What? Don’t you want me to breed you while feeling like a whale? I know your bladder is full again, but I need to shove my knot into you before helping you onto the toilet.”

“Baby…I,” Dean sighs deeply. He drops his gaze and shakes his head. “I’m sorry for being a horny idiot. It’s just, that seeing you all swollen with our baby makes me so feral for you.”

“If you get rid of the melons and grab the pickles for me, you’re allowed to massage my feet tonight.”

“Only your feet?” Back to being his horny self Dean grins. “I can massage your back too, or shoulders, or your breasts…”

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I loved you a thousand times

Summary: Dean reflects his love for you.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Warnings: fluff, Dean’s PoV, implied smut, naughty dreams

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Written in Dean’s POV

I roll over to your side, move my fingers carefully over your cheek. It really isn’t your fault I’m wide awake at 2 am, or it is but that’s no problem at all.

It’s just that I love watching you sleep next to me. The rise and fall of your chest. Or how you scrunch up your nose when you dream.

Sometimes you even moan my name – that’s a good dream I guess.

“Dean,” you press your hand against my chest in your sleep, fingertips curling in the worn-out fabric of my shirt. “Pie.”

“Yeah pie, baby girl,” I husk watching you scoot closer to me, face now buried in my chest. Damn me, my heart swells. “You’re a cute sleeper.”

“Dean,” you whisper again, this time you moan a little and I know, you are dreaming about something naughty involving your favorite hunter. “Wet.”

“Shit, sweetheart,” I groan now, cock twitching in my pants. “Don’t say things like that or I’ll wake you up and do dirty things to you.” My eyes drift toward your face when you turn around, moaning my name again, only to roll to the other side of the bed, revealing your cotton panties to me.

I love you feel comfortable enough around me to not wear lace or silk. – That’s only for special occasions. Maybe you stopped wearing lingerie as I tend to rip them off your body to get you bare, I think to myself, shrugging.

Fuck, how I love to get you bare, make you shiver in anticipation before I settle between your legs and eat you alive.

Now I want to taste you, but you sleep peacefully, and I dare not to wake you. You barely get enough sleep. With life like ours and an insatiable boyfriend, you’ve got a lot on your plate.

“Dean,” you whimper, rolling to my side, fisting my shirt again. “Cocky.”

“You know me so well, sweetheart,” I purr, reaching out for you to press you against my chest. You instinctively wrap your arms around me to hold tight onto my body. “Feels so good, Y/N.”

“Safe,” I sigh when you snuggle in my chest, whispering my name. God, I love how you feel against me.

I loved you a thousand times, and I’ll keep on making love to you.

Y/N, you are the first girl I didn’t kiss and leave. Or rather have naughty sex with to sneak out in the morning or the moment the girl closed her eyes.

With you, I imagine a life, maybe even a family. Can I have a family? Will there be a little Dean run around the bunker or a nice house sooner or later?

I snicker, imagining my girl runs after a little mini-me, calling him Dean jr. “Yeah, that would be great.”

“Great?” you mumble in your sleep, steering when I bury my nose in your hair to inhale your scent deeply. “Dean, are you feeling me up in my sleep again?”

I hum, smirking when you slowly lift your head. “A little...”

Fuck, your voice is a little rough from sleep and you look up at me with those doe eyes. “Dean? Did you do naughty things while I was asleep?”

“No,” I smirk, lips brushing your forehead. “But I easily could’ve fucked you into the mattress, you’re a heavy sleeper.”

“That’s not true,” you scold, but you snuggle closer to me.” What did you want to do to me, Dean?” oh, there she is. My naughty girl.

“Anything you want me to do, sweetheart,” I gruffly reply, smirking as you start to squirm in my hold. “What do you want?”

“Hmm…” you frown, think about all the naughty things we could do before you brush your lips over my chin. “Anything you want to, dirty boy…”

I groan, hands already tugging at the shirt you stole from me. “You’re in for a treat, sweetheart.”

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The inventor

Summary: You try to make the hunter’s life easier.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x GN!Reader

Warnings: crack!fic, fun, grumpy Dean

A/N: I saw the idea with a hula-hoop on social media and had to turn it into a fic.

“I got a new idea!” You exclaim as you run inside the library. Since Dean and Sam saved you from a werewolf and took you in, you try to help them. You are their research buddy and their personal inventor.

“Not again,” Dean groans. He rolls his eyes as you carry your invention book, your laptop, and a plastic bag filled with God knows inside the library. “I try to drink in silence. Please don’t let anything explode again.”

“Oopsie!” You giggle. “Dean, that was an accident. It was your fault, though. You tickled me, and I dropped the liquid fire I invented.”

“You didn’t invent anything, Y/N!” Dean mutters under his breath. He wanted to celebrate another successful hunt with booze and watching porn. Now you are placing a construction plan in front of him. “What this again?”

“A salt-filled hula-hoop ring! You know, like a salt ring, but you can carry it around because it’s inside a hula-hoop!” You excitedly tell Dean about your newest invention. “You can put it around a person and keep them safe from ghosts while you gank the monster. “Oh, it will work with demons too.”

Dean snorts. “I don’t think this will work. The hula-hoop will weaken the effect. We don’t put a box of salt in front of a person to protect them, either.”

“But—” You harrumph. Dean just had to ruin yet another idea to improve their hunting arsenal. “A box is not the same as a hula-hoop!”

“I won’t carry that thing around.” Dean points at the construction plan. “We will stick to salt rings.”

“Water—wind—spit. Anything can break a salt ring, but not my hula-hoop salt ring!” You won’t give up. “Maybe we can try it out on the next hunt! OR WAIT!!!” You gasp as the next idea floods your mind. “Let’s summon Crowley. We can check if he can break the salt ring!”

“No.” Dean cuts you off. “This is not handy, and just stupid!”

“Your face is stupid!” You grab your construction plan and storm out of the library, cursing Dean’s birth.

“SAMMY!” You’re panting while chasing after Sam. He tried to enter the library for research, and now you are hot on his heels. “What do you think about wearing silver rings on every finger to punch werewolves and ghouls in the face? I could make you some. Maybe secret compartment rings. I can put salt inside.”

“You want us to wear rings on every finger? We can’t do anything with rings on our fingers. What if we want to shoot a werewolf, and the huge secret compartment rings get in our way?”

You sigh. Damnit. You worked on the first ring for days and didn’t think about using a gun while wearing it. A fine inventor you are…

“How about car mats with a devil’s trap? This way, no demon can enter your car,” you proudly point at Baby stand in the garage. “That’s a good idea, right?”

“Uh—I hate to tell you so, but we already have a devil’s trap painted to the roof of the trunk. And trust me, no dirty demon will enter my car on my watch.”

You purse your lips. “Fine, let any demon sneak into your car, Winchester.” You storm off, cursing loudly as you decide to never help them again.

“DEAN! I got an idea!” You run inside the kitchen, a water gun in your hands. “LOOK! A water gun filled with holy water and some salt!” You grin proudly. This is it, the idea of the century. Even Dean must see this is the only way to defeat demons.

“Hmm…” He grumbles. Dean eyes the colorful water gun. He shakes his head and turns to walk out of the kitchen. “That looks like Barbie’s gun. I won’t use it.”

“I can spray it black,” you offer. “It will look cool. Dean! Wait!” You chase after Dean, determined to convince him to use the water gun from now on. “It will work!”

“Nope,” he shrugs when you tell him he’s a jerk. “I won’t use your toy gun. Just stop inventing shit.”

“One day, I will invent something to shrink your dick!” You yell after Dean, making him chuckle. “You’ll see Winchester. One day you will wake up and whimper, oh no, my dick is tiny, and I need a magnifying glass to find it!”

Dean laughs while walking toward the library. You follow him, telling the hunter how much better all your inventions would make his life.

“If you invent something to turn dust into a pie, I’m game.” He grins when you look at him with glassy eyes. Dean wants you to invent something.

“I’ll turn every dust mouse into the most delicious pie!” You exclaim before storming out of the library. “You’ll beg me to give you a slice.”

Dean watches you leave the library; he cocks a brow, wondering if you can turn dirt into a pie.

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Girls just want to have fun

Summary: Girls just want to have fun

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Warnings: partying, drinking, dancing, ladies’ night

A/N: For my story everyone is alive.

Inspired by Cindy Lauper's song "Girls just want to have fun"

It’s a damn good night. You feel good, and maybe you’re a little tipsy.

After months of being cramped in sleazy motel rooms with the Winchesters and fighting battle after battle, you finally got the chance to have a night out. It’s ladies’ night with karaoke and free drinks at the bar in town.

“Yes! Show them what you got!” you cheer your friends on, raising your glass. Jo, Charlie, and Bela are on the stag singing we will rock you. You’re not much of a singer, but you like to watch your friends having fun.

“They had too much wine,” Donna laughs because Charlie wants to try out stage diving. “There are like three people. They cannot catch her fall.”

“Nah, she’s like a cat and lands on her paws!” You exclaim loudly. “Believe me, she got this. A girl who fuck’s Dick Roman and Leviathans over can rock a stage dive too.”

“She will get hurt,” Jody worriedly watches Charlie stagger on the stage. “I can’t even look.”

“Wait! I got an idea,” you get your phone out to call Sam and Dean. “Guys, we have an emergency. You need to come to the bar. We need your help.”

You end the call before Dean can ask what happened, or if he needs to bring the big guns. While you order another drink and tell Charlie to wait for her stage dive a little longer, Sam and Dean run toward the garage at the bunker.

“What the…?” Dean watches Jo, Charlie, and Bela sing another song. Charlie waves at Dean while Bela blows a kiss at Sam. “Sammy, what has gotten into them? Do you think it’s a wrath? A ghost maybe?”

“Uh-Dean. I don’t think this is the supernatural kind of emergency,” Sam smirks at Bela who undresses him with her eyes. “I think they are having fun, is all.”

“What? Fun!” Alerted Dean storms toward you to snatch the drink you just ordered out of your hands. “Y/N, I hope you’ve got a damn good explanation why you called me. This doesn't look like an emergency.”

“It is!” you grab his arm to guide Dean toward the stage. “You see.” You point at Charlie on the stage. She giggles and walks toward the edge. “Charlie wants to try her first stage dive. We need strong men to catch her.”

“Stage dive – what?” Dean blinks a few times. “You’ve got to be shitting me! No more drinks for you.”

“Aw, but Deano,” you pat his chest with both hands. “Girls just want to have fun sometimes.” You lean closer to nuzzle his chin with your nose. “Please for me. Catch Charlie.”

Dean purses his lips. “This is far too dangerous! She could get hurt!”

“You sound like a dad,” you grin. “Deano, come on. Live a little.”

“What’s going on?” Sam finally joins your little conversation. “Where is the emergency, Y/N?”

“Charlie wants to stage dive. Y/N came up with the brilliant idea that we can catch Charlie,” Dean huffs. “She called us for a stage dive, Sammy.”

“Hmmm…” Sam looks at the stage, at the ground, and then at his hands. “If we team up, we can do it, Dean.”

Dean turns his head like in slow motion, to gape at his brother. “Did you hit your head, Sammy? What if she misses us and ends up on the ground? Charlie could get seriously hurt.”

“Deano, please,” you fist his Henley, tugging hard. In a hurry, he didn’t put on a plaid or a jacket. “I’ll make you pie tomorrow.”

“You’re going to be hangover tomorrow,” he points out. “If she gets hurt, you’ll take the blame.”

Dean walks toward the stage to talk to Charlie. He’s still not convinced this will work, but he’ll do it for Charlie and you.

“We can help,” Sam says. He walks toward the stage, followed by Castiel, Jack, and Gabriel who popped up Out of nowhere.

“Don’t tell me she called you too…” Dean sighs deeply. “Fine, let’s do this…”

And then, you all joined Dean to give Charlie the chance to have her first stage dive.

Sometimes girls just want to have fun.

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[holylulusworld]

A wild ride (3)

Title: A wild ride (3) 

Summary: You end up in the lamest town you can imagine. Your mother dumped you at your prude father’s place only for you to stumble into the clubhouse of the Winchesters. 

Square filled for @SPNAUBingo 2020: Biker!Cas

Word Count: 1,7 k

Pairing: Biker!Dean Winchester x fem!Reader; Biker!Sam Winchester x fem!Reader; Biker!John Winchester x fem!Reader 

Characters: Biker!Castiel (Jimmy Novak), Arthur Ketch 

Rating: Mature

Warnings: angst, language, mentions of groping/sexual harassment (not the Winchesters/no graphic details/I mention the word rape), mentions of shitty mother, the Winchesters are out for blood, mentions of sex (anal/oral/nothing graphics, very implied)

Divider by @firefly-graphics​​

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<< Part 2

“Everything ready?” John checks on his bike, frowning when his eldest son moves his arms around your waistline from behind, holding you for a moment. “Dean, I asked if you’ve got everything ready for our trip.”

All too soon you wiggle out of Dean’s embrace to have a look at the Winchesters’ bikes. One thing your mother and that bastard couldn’t take away from you is your love for bikes and cars.

“I got everything,” Dean smirks when his father watches you check on Dean’s bike. “After Y/N checked on my bike my Baby will be faster than ever.”

“Do you call all of your vehicles Baby?” glancing up at Dean you smirk. “I mean, last time you drove me home you called your car Baby too.”

“That’s my first Baby and my bike is Baby 2, you know,” the eldest brother explains while his younger brother groans audibly. “Sammy, don’t make a fuss. Let me explain the necessity of pet names when it comes to cars.”

“Cars, bikes, and furniture do not need a pet name, Dean. Only girls,” Sam smirks as you give him a wink. “Like the pretty girl next to you. I would love to call her kitten anytime.”

“Anytime, Sam,” you pat Dean’s cheek before you turn your attention toward his brother, “but be aware that I do not purr like your bike. I’m rather a playful kitten showing off my claws when a guy gets too—bold.”

“Good girl,” John suddenly stands behind you, making you jump when he places a soft kiss on your neck. “You are more a pretty doll than a kitten.”

“Doll,” nodding to yourself you let the word roll off your tongue, “I like it. Kitten ain’t bad either. Just don’t call me Baby like your car Dean and we are golden.”

Dean smirks at you, knowing you are close to falling for the Winchesters. Only a little push here and there and you will be all over them.

“You’re my sweetheart, Y/N, not my Baby.”

“Aw, that’s a sweet pet name and, a classic,” Sam laughs at your playful banter with his brother, knowing you are far from feeling better.

“Did your mom at least call to ask how you are doing?” John asks while checking on his bike again. “Or anything according to that cop harassing you?”

“She called my dad once like a week ago but didn’t talk to me. All my dad told was that my mother told him she forgot to send me two more boxes and that she’ll send it after her vacation,” you huff, not wanting the Winchesters to know you cried yourself to sleep more than once over the last days.

“That woman goes on vacation after she kicked you out?” Dean grits his teeth. You can see the anger color his features when you shed a single tear. “Shit, sweetheart. That’s just awful.”

“The best is,” you wipe your eyes, sniffling when John wraps you in a hug, “she goes on vacation in Hawaii with her new guy’s daughter. Mom promised me we will go there after I proved I work hard on my grades.”

“We could go on a ride when we are back, Y/N,” Sam offers while you hide your face in John’s shoulder. The eldest Winchester gently rubs your back, sighing when you fist his leather jacket. “It’s not a trip to Hawaii but better than being stuck here.”

“Sammy’s right, sweetheart. How about you plan a trip for us while we are away,” Dean offers. He watches you cling to his father, not liking you seem to seek John’s closeness too. “Sir, can you just not?”

“Dean, we agreed to—” Sam bites his tongue. He doesn’t want to take advantage of you. You are vulnerable and hurt right now, and they promised to each other to give you time. “Y/N, we will talk about our trip when we are back, okay. Maybe your dad can come along too. We missed riding with him.”

Your head snaps toward Sam when he offers to invite your father to the trip. “My dad?” you sniff, turning around to look at Sam. “I don’t think he ever rode a bike, Sam.”

John shakes his head, eyes narrowing as his son was close to dropping a bomb at you. “Sammy, stop making bad jokes...”

“Yeah...a bad joke,” Sam says. You want to ask what he meant but never get the chance to do so.

“Dean, good I found you here,” a man rushes toward you and the Winchesters, cursing as he drops his leather jacket on his way. “Shit, you fucking jacket.”

“Cas, relax,” smirking Dean watches his friend pick his jacket up. “Where’s the fire?”

“Benny called,” Cas says, watching you warily, “he said everything is ready. Ketch and the others will provide back up. Arthur said they will keep an eye on your special friend,” the biker watches you walk toward Sam to inspect his bike.

“Thanks, Cas,” John nods at his eldest son, not wanting you to know what they are up to. “We will be away for a few days, maybe a week. You will help Y/N run the bar. Ellen and Jo are with Benny to helps with our—special friend.”

“Got it, John,” you glance at the man named Cas. You only talked to him twice, but he seems to be a decent guy. “Y/N, we see us at seven at the bar. It will be a lazy night. Most of our crew are on a trip and with Dean out of town, it will be a nice night.”

“Hey, watch your tongue, Cas,” Dean mutters, pointing a finger at his friend. “You better not ruin Y/N with your attitude. She’s a nice girl.”

“Nah, I’m a bad girl,” you snicker. “Ask my mom or the wienie she keeps around. I bet they will tell you I am a loser and rotten to the core.”

“Wienie?” John laughs loudly. He holds his stomach, smiling when you join his laughter. “God, you are perfect, doll.

“How do you know he’s got a wienie?” Sam wonders aloud, looking down his body, asking himself if you know he’s hung.

“Big ego, small dick,” you shamelessly look at Sam’s crotch, imagination running wild. “It’s a talent, Sam. Just like I know all of you got a big cock, I know that asshat has a doodle.”

“Sweetheart, here I stand, believing I couldn’t like you even more, and then, you change my mind,” Dean smirks when you whip your head toward him, eyes drifting toward his crotch. “And yes, I got a big dick.”

“Same,” Jimmy groans when John and Sam join the competition you didn’t know is going on behind the scenes. “I bet mine is even bigger,” self-confident Sam looks at you, waiting for your reaction. “If you are a good girl, I’ll show it to you one day.”

“What if I prefer to be a bad girl,” Sam?” you quip, putting your hands on your hips. “You know, I was a wild child once upon the time. That was not so long ago.”

“Baby doll, you can be as wild as you want to,” John gives you a wink. “Now, let’s ride boys. We got business to do. Arthur doesn’t like to wait for too long.”

“Have a safe trip, boys,” John makes a face when you tell him to not drive too fast. “Be good. Don’t drive too fast. Don’t drink when you drive. And don’t take random girls home.”

“We got a nice girl to come home to, sweetheart,” Dean grasps your hand to twirl you around, making you giggle as he tries to dance with you. “I hope you will be a good girl while we are away. No other boys, young lady.”

“Yes, Sir,” you squeal as Sam slaps your ass, making you jump into Dean’s arms. “Mr. Samuel don’t get too cocky. I’m not that kind of girl.”

“Boys, stop fooling around. We got a job to do,” John nods at you, giving you a soft smile. “We will be back soon. If you need help, ask Jimmy or Kevin.”

“Okay,” you’ve got the feeling the Winchesters try to keep you in the dark when it comes to their trip, but you don’t know them long enough to question their actions. “Be careful, all of you.”

A few moments later the Winchesters get on their bikes.

John lets his bike roar, gives you a good show before he speeds off, taking the lead. His sons follow close behind.

“Do you know where they are going, Jimmy?” Cas shrugs, not giving away he knows exactly what the Winchesters are up to.

“You can call me Cas, Y/N,” he says, watching the Winchesters ride out of town. “How about you have a rest. It’s going to be a long week without the Winchesters. I hate to admit it, but Dean is the best at running the bar.”

“Finally,” Arthur shakes John’s hand, welcomes him to his town. “My chapter is ready to strike. Mick is keeping an eye on our target. Will you finally tell me what that bastard did.”

“Nothing,” John grunts, hating he had to ask another chapter president for help. Following the rules ain't easy, but for you John is willing to play by Ketch's rules.

“John, we know each other for how long? Stop trying to fool me. I can’t help you if you do not trust me. Did I ever let you down?”

“Sorry, it’s about our girl,” Sam says, giving his father or stern look. “Sir, we need to be honest with Ketch.”

“Fine, fine,” giving in, for now, John leans against his bike. “He messed with our girl. That bastard groped her and tried to rape her. She lost her scholarship, and her mother kicked her out as she believed that corrupt bastard more than her daughter.”

“Fuck, finally someone I will enjoy pushing around,” Ketch flashes Sam a smile, showing off his teeth. “Tell me I can have a punch too.”

“Be our guest,” Dean is eager to get his hands on your tormentor, the man ruining your life. “Did you find anything about her mother and the douche she calls her boyfriend?”

“Juicy stuff,” looking at Ketch’s phone, Dean smirks.

“Whoa, that’s more than juicy. She’s a kinky bitch, huh? Damn me, is that even legal?”

“Seems like Y/N’s mother is not a good girl either,” John muses.

“How did you even get those pictures?” frowning Sam swipes to the next picture. “Wait, who’s that girl?”

“Seems like your girl’s mother loves to get fucked up her ass while she licks a hooker’s cunt,” Arthur shudders. “Maybe you can use the pictures to, let’s say, get something in return.”

“OH, I will so fucking use those pictures,” smirking devilish John nods at his sons. “After we finished that bastard and everyone doing our girl wrong off, we are going to have a nice talk with her mom…”

>> Part 4

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