#would’ve started tasting like ‘thank sammy for everything that she’s done for you & tell her you want to make her proud bc she’s everything

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Miles of Memories- 1

We’ve Got Tonight- Bob Seger

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Dean x reader Best Friends to Lovers AU

Summary: Feeling anxious about heading off to college, you make the most of your last night in town with the help of your best friend, Dean.

Warnings: fluffy, adorable Dean and fun banter. Slight angst (goodbyes are hard). Minor mentions of childhood trauma

WC: 2,900

A/N: This part is like a “prelude” to give you a glimpse of Y/N and Dean’s relationship (5 years before the main storyline). I hope you stay tuned for the slowest of Dean x fem!reader slowburns. I’m so excited to share this story, so please let me know what you think! MASSIVE thanks to my spectacular and badass beta crew—@christopher-evxns @deanwinchesterswitch @ezilyamuzed & @wonder-cole—for all of their help and input!! I edited even after their feedback, so all mistakes are my own.  Credit to Bob Seger for the song :) 

Zipping your suitcase closed with a heavy sigh, you worked through your mental checklist for the hundredth time to make sure you hadn’t forgotten to pack anything.

“Jeez, you act like it’s the last time you’ll ever see this place or something.” With a smile and a roll of your eyes, you turned to see Dean leaning casually against your doorframe. “Y’know, I figured I’d talk to Bobby about renting this space out anyway. Save you the stress of missing it while you’re gone because it’ll look completely different the next time you come back.”

“I’m not too worried. I think you’re the last person Bobby would trust with anything—let alone a space in his house.”

Dean grinned, pushing off the doorframe to mosey into your room. “See, normally I’d agree with you. But it just so happens that he gave me my very own key to the garage, so I think he’s coming around. This ready?” He pointed at the suitcase on your bed, and you nodded. 

“Riiight. I’m supposed to believe that Bobby would actually give you a key to come and go at the shop anytime you want.”

Dean shrugged, spinning on his heel with your bag in hand. “Guess he’s looking for a new favorite since you’re skipping town to go be successful out in the real world.”

You snorted and shook your head, silently following him to the door. He stepped out of the way, placing his free hand on the doorknob as you scanned the bedroom one last time. Gnawing your bottom lip, you sucked in a deep breath and tried to alleviate some of the tightness in your chest.

This room had been a safe haven for most of your life, and it was hard to remember the days before you called it “home.” Your mother had passed away when you were a toddler, and your father was a drunk, in and out of jail and your life until one day he didn’t come back. Bobby had often been the one who took care of you when your father needed to pass you off onto someone else. 

You didn’t remember much about the “Travelin’ Man” (as Bobby not-so-lovingly referred to him on the rare occasions he was mentioned), but you could easily recall the night Bobby told you this would be your room for good. The relief and excitement you’d felt upon learning you’d have a space of your own were still vivid. Knowing you had a place you could always return to provided a sense of stability and consistency you’d never known.

Bobby may not have been your father by blood, but he was your dad in every sense of the word. Sure, he was a little rough around the edges and tended to be a hermit, but he also had a heart of gold, and not once had he ever made you question whether he cared about you.

A few weeks after settling into your new home, you had met Jessica and Sam during recess at your new elementary school. Although they were a grade younger, you’d instantly hit it off with them. Jess and Sam had always been there for you over the years, too, willing to lend an ear or make time for movie nights and spontaneous trips to the diner. Eventually, Sam had introduced you to Dean, and the two of you had been inseparable ever since. Each and every memory you had growing up involved at least one (if not all three) of them. But while it was difficult saying goodbye to everyone in general...you still hadn’t been able to grasp the idea of saying goodbye to Dean.

Dean was the one who had been by your side through everything. From heartfelt life chats and your deepest moments of self-doubt to car ride sing-alongs and your loudest belly laughs. He was always there to comfort you, remind you not to take things so seriously, and even drag you into trouble once in a while. 

The thought of leaving him and your safe, familiar home brought yet another wave of apprehension and doubt. What if you were making a huge mistake?

“Y/N...” Dean’s gentle voice coaxed you back to reality. “We’ve still got a lot to pack into our night, so don’t go checking out on me yet.”

Without looking back, you slipped past Dean and heard him shut the door as you made your way downstairs. 

“You know, this wouldn’t be so hard if you would’ve just applied like I told you to. Then we could both be going off to college together, and you’d find out what an honor it would be to have me as a roomie.”

“Okay, well, let me remind you that you’re the one who decided to go ‘see what’s out there’ and get a fancy college degree under her belt. And, even if we did survive being roommates without making the other want to pull their hair out, there’s no way in hell that town would be able to handle both of us.”

“That’s fair.”

“Besides, I won’t have much of a chance to miss you. You’ll probably flunk out and be back here by the end of the semester anyway.”

“Also fair,” you laughed. “Taking a year off to work at The Roadhouse and pretend to get my life together seemed like a good idea at the time, but I’m a little worried about getting into the groove of studying and all that crap again.”

“You know, if you need help, all you gotta do is pick up the phone. I mean, Sammy’s a real bookworm, and he’s only a phone call away.” Dean winked as he held the front door open and motioned for you to lead the way. 

Sticking your tongue in your cheek, you fought to hide your amusement at the way he threw his brother under the bus. Before you made it through the door, you whirled around toward the stairs again. “Dang it. I forgot my bathroom bag. Do you mind tossing that one in the car? I’ll be right back!”

“Another bag? Where are you gonna put all this crap?” he muttered.

After retrieving the pouch from the bathroom upstairs and making sure you hadn’t left any necessary items in the drawers and cabinets, you hurried outside to find Dean patiently waiting beside your car. You tossed the small bag and he caught it with ease, pitching it in the backseat before closing the door.

“And done. Any last-minute stops to make along the way?” he asked.

“Nope. I caught Ellen, Jo, and Jody at the end of my shift yesterday, and Charlie was over for a bit this morning. And, you know, Sam and Jess ditched us for California last weekend. That means you and Bobby are the only two left to put up with me until I leave in the morning.”

When your voice cracked unexpectedly, you cleared your throat and surveyed the scrapyard until the faint prick in the corners of your eyes faded. As your departure drew near and you considered everything you were leaving behind, venturing out into the world was quickly beginning to feel more daunting than exciting. 

“Hey…” Dean gripped the tops of your arms, stirring you from your thoughts. “We’ve got tonight. Who needs tomorrow? We’ve got tonight...babe. Why don’t you staaaaaaaayy—”

You had thought he was going to say something sweet and comforting, but you playfully shoved him in the chest when you realized he was speaking in Bob Seger lyrics. He stumbled back a step, laughing as he walked around the front of the impala and climbed inside.

***

There was an old park on the outskirts of town where Bobby and John would occasionally drop you both off when they had errands to run. As the years passed, you began riding your bikes the few miles across town, taking turns balancing Sam on your handlebars until Dean was old enough to drive. Eventually, Sam stopped tagging along, but somewhere along the way the park became a place you and Dean cherished. 

A large pond stretched across most of the area, and there was a stately willow tree near the water’s edge that served as your designated “spot.” It was a hideaway often overlooked by others, but it was the perfect escape when the two of you needed a place that was all your own. 

“Alright.” Dean plopped down beside you on the blanket. “You’ve got your grub, an amazing view, and the best company you could ever ask for. What else could you possibly want?”

“You’re right. Baby’s good company and all, but she’s not much of a conversationalist.”

Dean grimaced. “Just for that, I might eat your food.”

“Depending on what it is, I might let you.”

He smirked and unrolled the brown paper sack in his hand. “PB&J’s, just like Mom used to make! I asked if she could whip up a few before she flew out to make sure Sam got all settled at Stanford. She said to tell you she’s sorry she couldn’t catch you and to wish you good luck. This seemed like a, uh, better idea at the time...now that it’s been a couple of days, these might taste like shit.”

You couldn’t help but laugh as you took the sandwich Dean offered. “We’ve probably eaten worse, but I appreciate the sentimental twist. Seeing as how you’re in your 20’s and you had your mom make us sandwiches.”

“Hey, I was going for authenticity! Trying to help you feel like a kid again before you start adulting or whatever and—you know what? Just shut up and eat your food.”

The two of you unwrapped your sandwiches and continued bantering back and forth between bites. Even though the bread was soggy from marinating in jelly for a few days, and it certainly wasn’t the best thing you’d ever eaten, it brought back a flood of nostalgia. 

When a comfortable silence fell over the two of you, your thoughts began to drift to dozens of adventures you and Dean had had here. You gazed out over the water, watching the willow branches graze the surface as they gently swayed in the breeze. You tried to commit every detail to memory as you soaked in the peaceful atmosphere, not knowing how long it would be until you returned.

After a while, Dean chuckled under his breath, and you looked at him curiously.

“You remember that day we were pretending to be pirates, and Dad ended up coming to pick us up early?”

“Of course.”

“Man, he was so pissed when he saw us standing on top of that picnic table we managed to drag out and ‘sail’ into the middle of the pond. Sure made an awesome ship, though.”

You smiled at the memory, though it was anything but funny at the time. “I think he was a little more pissed at the fact that we left Sam playing alone in the gazebo. And obviously what made the ‘ship’ great was the pirate flag I made.”

“Uh-huh,” Dean snorted. “You mean the crappy skull you drew on our lunch bag and stuck on the end of a stick? Pretty sure we were having a blast with the ship because it was my brilliant idea in the first place.”

“I was like 8, and it was still better than anything you could’ve drawn.” You crumpled up your trash and threw it at him. “And I was having fun--right up until you pushed me off anyway. I nearly choked to death on all that nasty water I sucked in.”

“Okay, well, you shouldn’t have been trying to be Captain when I’m the oldest, and it was clearly my title to begin with. There was no plank to walk, but obviously, you had to go overboard.” 

He grinned, keeping his gaze fixed on the water. As you studied his face and noticed the faraway look in his eye, his smile faded. You figured his thoughts had drifted back to his dad, who had passed away a couple of years later. 

“I felt so damn bad, though. I really was afraid you were gonna drown. And Bobby was ready to kill me when he found out.”

“Lucky for you, you can’t get rid of me that easily.”

The two of you joked and reminisced for several more hours, eventually watching the sun set over the water until it sank below the horizon. When it was time to head back to Bobby’s, Dean took the long way home so you could crank the radio and sing along with your hand hanging lazily out the open window. Back at the house, you sat on the kitchen counter and talked with both men until Bobby finally bid you goodnight--but you still weren’t ready to call it a night, knowing morning would come soon and it would be time for you to leave. 

After convincing Dean to stay a little longer, you grabbed a couple of old blankets and spread them in the bed of one of the pickup trucks near the house. With your head on his chest and your body tucked comfortably against his side, you chatted beneath the stars until you drifted off to sleep.

***

“Got everything all packed up?” Bobby asked.

“I think so,” you answered.

“Better double-check because I’m not driving a few hours just to bring you a lost shoe or something.” 

“Is that a challenge?” you teased, seeing right through his gruff quip. “Because I bet I could talk you into it. We both know you’re not gonna know what to do without me.”

He frowned a little before smiling fondly, and you could’ve sworn there was a misty glaze in his eyes.

“Yeah. I s’pose you’re right.”

“Oh, don’t get all sentimental on me now. You could probably use a little break. Besides, I’ll be back so often you’ll just get sick of me all over again.”

“C’mere, kid.” 

Bobby reached out and pulled you into a hug. Much too soon, he let go and stepped aside so you could say goodbye to Dean. His soft green eyes had been fixed on you, but he glanced away and clenched his jaw when you took a step toward him. 

“So, uh...don’t forget about us when you make it big out there in the real world—catch a break as an artist or an author or some music critic.”

“Yeah, okay,” you scoffed. “I haven’t even picked out a major yet, but I think I have an advisor who can help me figure out a good fit...eventually. Maybe I’ll be a doctor—or follow in Sam’s footsteps and be a lawyer!”

“There you go. Why not just do it all while you’re at it? Jack of all trades, master of none. Whatever you end up doing, you better come back to visit soon.”

“You got it. Try not to turn into a grumpy old man while I’m gone.”

He shook his head, cracking a smile as he met your eyes. “Only a couple years older than you, brat. Anyway, I didn’t get a whole lot of sleep last night, so I made you a playlist for the drive. Figured I might as well do something useful while I was awake. I sent it to you while you were getting ready.”

Pulling out your phone, you found a message already waiting with a link to the playlist. 

“This is awesome, Dean, thank you. But if it ends up being six hours of nothing but Zeppelin, I’m gonna be pissed.”

He tossed his head back and laughed, making the knot in your throat grow once again at the thought of not seeing him almost every day. You couldn’t help but wonder if he’d miss you as much as you were going to miss him.

“Don’t worry; I think it ended up being a decent mix. Not too many classics and not too much of the more modern crap. There was, uh... a certain thought process behind each song, let’s just say that.”

“We all know some of that modern crap is a guilty pleasure of yours. I mean, Taylor Swift?”

“Yeah…” His gaze lingered until his grin faded to a sad smile. “Yeah, you’re right.”

Pressing your lips into a thin line, you leaned forward and threw an arm around each man. Squeezing your eyes closed, you hugged them tight.

“All joking aside...you got nothing to worry about. You’re gonna kick this college thing in the ass,” Dean murmured.

“Thank you.”

Clearing your throat, you slipped out of their embrace and quickly made your way to the car. 

“Drive safe--and call when you get there!” Bobby hollered.

Stealing one last glimpse over your shoulder, you waved and slid behind the wheel. You hit shuffle on the playlist, letting the music fill the vehicle while you fasten your seatbelt.

I know it’s late

I know you’re weary

I know your plans don’t include me...

You shook your head and smiled, blinking back tears at the irony of the song—the lyrics perfectly encapsulating your night with Dean.

Look at the stars so far away

We’ve got tonight

Who needs tomorrow?

We’ve got tonight, babe

Why don’t you stay?

As you started the car and drove away, seeing him and Bobby grow smaller in the rearview mirror, you finally began to cry.

Part 2

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Hidden Truths

Title: Hidden Truths.

Word count: 4083

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: After nearly losing you during the hunt, Dean finally opens up and reveals some hidden truths.

Warnings: 18+, tiny angst, fluff, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kiddos), oral sex, sex stuff in general, lil swearing.

A/N: Hi guys! So, here it is!

This is my first time posting something and I am nervous af, I don’t know what I’m doing but I’m excited. I’m not a great writer and this story is not very original, it's hella hard to find something that wasn't already written. Feel free with opinions, I'll take all the criticism on my chest.

Special THANK YOU to my amazing betas and friends @winchest09​ and @deanwanddamons​ for taking care of my work, kicking my nervous ass and helping whenever I needed it. Without you, this wouldn't see a daylight. Love you ❤

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You knew Dean was probably right and you shouldn’t go in without him but you couldn’t wait. You stormed inside scanning every corner with watchful eyes. It was empty and quiet, no signs of any presence. This abandoned building was supposed to be a covens hideout. You and boys had been tracking them for days, so you couldn’t be wrong. You lowered your gun going into the last room and frowned, searching for anything that could lead you to answers when you heard them.

“Knock it off!” a sharp voice cut through the silence, followed by shattering glass and heavy thump.

Sam?

You ran in the direction of the sound, kicked the door in and quickly took in the scene that was happening in front of you. Sam was pinned to the wall by an invisible force, beaten and bleeding. A woman with ginger locks stood in the middle of a fire circle finishing her spell, one hand pointing at Sam who was grunting, trying to free himself.

“Hey, bitch!” you yelled aiming a gun at her. She turned her head and looked at you with furious eyes. “Let him go!”

“Y/N!” Sam shouted. A second later you felt a sharp pain cutting through your body, causing you to take a deep, surprised breath. “No!”

You looked at the black eyed man who was smiling at you with satisfaction. He yanked the blade out of your stomach. You collapsed to the ground and grunted as he kicked you in your fresh wound. Air flew out of your lungs and your eyes rolled from dizziness.

“No!” You barely heard Dean’s voice as tears blurred the view of him slicing the demon’s throat and rushing to help his brother.

You rolled on your side and shut your eyes tight from pain. You pressed your hands to the wound, feeling the blood coat your fingers. Taking sharp, shallow breaths you lifted yourself up so you could partly lean on the wall. That’s when you heard a gunshot and in the corner of your eye you saw the witch fall down, a hole in her head. Sam’s feet touched the floor and you closed your eyes.

“No, no, no, no…” Dean was next to you in seconds, cupping your cheeks. “Y/N stay with me, don’t you dare close your eyes,” he warned and you saw his green eyes full of worry and panic. You smiled.

“He-Hey De…” you coughed tasting blood on your tongue.

“Cas!” he yelled into the air. “Cas, come on man, I need you,” he said through gritted teeth covering your hands with his, holding your face with his second hand. “Sweetheart, look at me, focus on me. Hey, hey, right into my eyes,” you struggled but did what he asked, still smiling weakly.

“Dean, she’s drifting.” Sam’s voice caught your attention and you managed to look at him.

“Hey, Sammy. You’re okay…” A cough interrupted you again. Your whole body was shaking, spreading pain.

Your eyelids fluttered. The world was spinning, the boys’ faces blurry but Dean’s green eyes kept you from falling completely. For now.

Sam touched your face and arm, mumbling something about you getting cold. His brother’s fear grew as you grunted and slipped slightly on your side. He grabbed you and you hung limply in his arms, weak and pale, taking torn breaths.

“Dean…” you always wanted his name to be your last word.

You wanted to add much more. You wanted to tell him everything you felt but it was too much, you weren’t strong enough, words didn’t want to come out. You managed to touch his face, you wanted to remember that. The second you felt his skin and looked into his scared eyes, you were okay with dying. Your life was good, you had him and his brother. And death was fine as long as it was with them by your side.

You blinked for the last time, flashed a small smile to the man that owned your heart and darkness consumed you right before Castiel put his hand on Dean’s arm.

***

The trip back to the bunker was silent and tense. You noticed that Dean was gripping the wheel so hard, that his knuckles were white and even in dim light from the roadside lights, you could see his clenching jaw. Normally, you'd find it hot, but right now you knew it meant that he would shout at you the second you crossed the bunker’s threshold.

And he did.

"What exactly were you thinking, huh?!" he yelled, throwing his bag on the map table, next to yours. You turned to face him.

"Dean…"

"I told you to wait for me! I told you it was dangerous. You knew there was a possibility that she worked with demons!" he punched the column. "Dammit, Y/N!"

"You knew I would go. Especially after we got that weird call from Sam," he shook his head. "Think about what could’ve happened if I didn't interrupt her..."

"You wouldn't have gotten hurt, that's what could’ve happened!"

"Yeah, and she would’ve finished the spell! Kill those people and probably Sam too!" you raised your voice.

Dean always worried too much. He was always treating you like you were made of glass. You were a good hunter. It wasn't the first time something like this happened. Yes, maybe today you hadn’t planned it well. Maybe you weren't focused enough, and there was a big chance you could have been killed if Cas hadn’t appeared, but things like this were normal in life like yours. And Dean should be the last person yelling at you because of death threatening decisions; he had made few on his own.

"And you thought that joining the group was a good idea?! Jesus, Y/N, why do you have to be so stupid?!" It took you aback. Your eyebrows shot up.

"Excuse me?! Listen! Maybe it was quick decision and maybe I didn't think it through long enough but don't you dare call me stupid!" you pointed a finger at him. "It was about saving someone's life! And I think you, out of everyone, know the best about taking stupid steps! Don't make me remind you how many times I was in your place, watching you dying or going straight into the fire! So if you want to fight with me over it, look in the mirror first! You would do the exact same thing today, you wouldn't give a shit if I told you to wait for me!"

"It's not the same, Y/N! It's about you, for fucks sake!"

"And what the hell does that mean?! Why is it different?! Because I'm a girl?!" you asked but somehow you knew it wasn't the reason. "Because I haven’t been hunting as long as you have?! Because I stole your moment of glory or something?!"

He rolled his eyes, "you know that’s not the point!"

"Then what is that, Dean?!"

"Guys," Sam came between you.

"What?!" you asked together and exchanged angry looks.

"Can you stop?" he pushed his hands through his long hair, still colored with blood. "It's over, there’s no need to keep going over it. A lot happened tonight and the last thing I need is you two jumping down each other’s throats. And I think you don't want it either.”

"You're right, Sam." you agreed, crossing your arms over your chest. "But I'm done with his worrying ass and I swear if he won’t stop yelling at me for doing my job…"

"Dying is not your job!" Dean shouted again.

"Dean," you knew this tone. Sam tried to stop the fight from growing again.

"Don't Dean me!" his brother looked at him with anger on his face. "You know how this could've ended up, you were there!"

"But it didn't so leave it!"

"He won't leave it, he's too stubborn," you said. "But I'm not going to apologize for anything and there is no way I'll promise not to do something like this again." You took your stuff from the table. "And, if you can't live with that, that's your problem but I thought you knew me well enough to know that waiting politely for backup while I can do something, is not what I do." Sadness crept into your voice.

It was always like that. You made a decision, something happened and you ended up fighting in the middle of the bunker. Every time. You were so done with that, it was tiring as hell. You knew Dean cared about you, but you wished he could accept your lifestyle, especially when his life was so similar.

"Just…" you started as you began to walk backwards but your words failed you, "Goodnight, guys." You waved at them. You were too tired to argue further, so ignoring their looks you headed to your room.

***

A few hours later, after rethinking everything over and over again, you took a long, hot shower, cleaning the blood, dust and sweat from your body. Your room was the only one with it's own bathroom and it was like heaven. You had all the privacy you needed.

Warm water relaxed you and soothed your nerves. You went out with a cleared head, put on some sleeping shorts and shirt, happy that after a whole day you could throw away your bra. All you wanted now was to bury yourself into your pillows and sleep as long as possible.

You jumped in surprise seeing Dean sitting on your bed. You placed a hand on your chest feeling your heart beating faster and released a breath.

“Jesus, Dean. You scared me,” you said putting your clothes on the desk.

“Sorry,’ he mumbled looking down on his hands. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, elbows digging into his knees, his body tense. “I’m sorry for yelling at you earlier.”

You frowned, seeing his complex face and tilting your head you sat down next to him.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” you asked. He wasn’t often like this. Usually when something was bothering him he hid it, putting his best mask on. But you always knew anyway.

“I just…” he took a deep breath and lifted his head up, looking at the ceiling. “I was scared Y/N. When I saw you collapse on that damn ground…” he turned his head so he could look at you, his voice barely over a whisper. “I thought I lost you.”

You smiled warmly understanding exactly what he meant. You’d lost count how many times you lost your shit thinking that something happened to him and you still remembered the feeling like your own life running out of you every time he died. To this day you felt sick thinking about it.

You knew he cared about you as much as you cared about him, but you also knew you loved this man. It took you time, years of fighting, living and doing literally everything together to figure out it was more than just a friendship. But you didn’t say a word. Each time you chickened out, laughing and reminding yourself this feeling wasn’t mutual. Even though you noticed intense looks, lingering touches and nervousness in some of his actions, you told yourself it was just your mind.

But moments like this, when he opened up to you, talking without any games, showing you how much he cared, it really seemed like he felt something.

The last few months had been a rollercoaster. Hunt after hunt you ended up beaten and covered in blood. You were pretty sure your counter of broken bones had already reached three digits. Death was reaching for you with it’s skinny hand every time.

As if he was reading your mind, Dean spoke.

“I’m done Y/N. I’m so done with the thought of you dying every time we go hunting. I don’t know what’s going on lately, but the world out there seems to be more crazy than it was before and I am shaking with nerves every time you grab a weapon and go out.”

“Dean,” you started, taking his hands in yours. “You know I can handle that. It’s not like I’ve been hunting since yesterday, I’ll be fine.” He smiled sadly but honestly.

“Yeah, I know you’re badass, I saw you. But I still feel anxious thinking I won’t be there on time and if I lose you, I won’t be able to say all the things I want to.”

You frowned. “What do you mean?”

He chuckled, shaking his head, dropping his eyes on your now entwined hands.

“I want to do this after every time we return from a hunt, but for some reasons I never do. And then, when I'm almost losing you again, I think that I won’t have another chance. It’s like that, over and over again, and I’m so fucking mad at myself because…” he took deep breath and lifted his gaze back on you. “There are things I want to tell you, to show you… but I don’t know how. I am genuinely scared of your reaction.”

You searched his face for a moment and when he looked down again you placed your palm on his cheek, rubbing his cheekbone with your thumb.

“Tell me, Dean,” you said quietly.

You didn’t want to, but your mind made up a whole story that attached to his words, creating scenes and emotions you wanted, and now you were praying for it to be true. He leaned into your touch closing his eyes, sighing with relief and your tummy twisted.

“Show me,” you whispered.

After a few seconds his green eyes met yours. It was like someone had punched you. Your temperature rose under his intense look and you swallowed hard. He noticed and his eyes travelled slowly over your face. Pushing your hair away, he caressed your jaw and ear with his right hand, causing tiny sparks to dance on your skin.

His eyes moved to your lips as he licked his own. Then he looked at you as if he was asking for permission, hoping you wouldn’t kick him if he made a move. But you couldn’t move even if you wanted too. Air around you got thick and heavy, your body was rising in heat, blood rushing in your ears pumped by your racing heart. He started to lean forward, but your mind still couldn’t process what was going on.

Was he seriously about to kiss you right now?

You got the answer when Dean closed the gap between you, briefly and smoothly brushing your mouth with his. And, God, it was enough to mess with your head.

When you didn’t pull away he kissed again but a little bit harder and your body responded. You pushed on, moving your hand from his cheek to the back of his head. He took a sharp breath and pulled you closer, arching you to him. Your head was spinning when you got faster and more handsy. He shifted, pulling one leg up on the bed so he was sitting straight towards you and placed his hand on your hip, the other still holding your face. You ran your fingers through his hair noticing it’s softness. Gently lifting your chin with his fingertip, he slightly sucked on your lower lip. You gripped his hair and scrap the back of his head. Dean moaned shortly and broke the kiss, but didn’t pull away. He stayed millimeters away from you, the two of you panting against each other’s lips.

“Y/N, I’m…” With your eyes still closed you rested your forehead on his.

“I swear if you say you’re sorry, I’m gonna kick your ass,” you breathed out and he chuckled.

“We should…” he pulled away just so he could look in your eyes. “You should stop me, before I do more,” his serious tone made you smile.

“Well…” you lifted yourself up and holding his gaze you sat astride him. He looked up at you; confused expression on his face. “Who said I want to stop you?”

“But…” you cut him off, pressing your lips to his.

You didn’t care. After years you finally had him and you didn’t think about letting him go or pushing away. Hell no. You craved this guy with everything you had. Your feelings were deeper than you were brave to confess. And the fact that he came up with that, that he was the one kissing you for the first time. It gave you hope.

It turned you on.

You almost died today, you deserve and needed to release some tension that mixed with your unspoken love.

Cupping his face between your hands you kissed him deep and slow, waking up his imagination. Dean took a sharp breath once again and you felt his hands slipping under the back of your shirt. Skin to skin contact made your body shiver. You opened up when he licked your lips; your eyes rolled back as you tasted each other, moaning together. His hot tongue completely turned off your mind and you slid your hands back on his neck and under his shirt.

One stroke with your nails and you shrieked when Dean suddenly rose up to his feet, holding you up just under your ass. He walked around the bed and gently laid you down on the pillows. Leaving your lips he kissed down your jaw and then neck, nipping every so often. His teeth grazed over your collarbone and you felt the knot in your stomach tightening. You gripped his shirt.

“Take it off,” you whispered and his eyes shimmered.

You smiled when he straightened up and took his shirt off, kneeling between your legs. You ran your hands on his firm stomach feeling his muscles contracting under your touch. You saw lust ghosting his eyes as he leaned down to kiss you passionately, which dragged a moan from you. You were all his, in this moment you would let him do anything, whatever he wanted.

And what he wanted was your shirt to be gone. You sat up letting him take care of it and gasped when, without any warning, he pushed you back on the pillows and sucked on one of your breasts. Using his tongue and teeth he made sure both of your nipples stood hard, happy to see him. He kissed a line from between your breasts, down your stomach, to the waistband of your shorts.

“Dean,” you whined, shifting eagerly.

He smiled and winked at you. Hooking his fingers under the material he slowly took it down, not leaving your eyes even for a second. As you laid there naked, cold air causing goosebumps, Dean kissed your ankle, knee and inner thighs. His hot breath hit your core and you couldn’t help but shiver. You held your breath as he licked from your entrance to your aching clit sucking it into his perfect mouth. You jerked up but Dean pressed you down by putting his large hands on your belly.

You were moaning louder with every flick of his tongue, his mouth driving you crazy, sending sparks to your system. You pulled on his hair when he sucked onto your clit, adding a finger between your folds; you were done with teasing.

"Dean, come here," you whimpered and after a last few strokes he crawled up and let you taste yourself while you fumbled with his pants. Without waiting you slid your hand in his boxers and grabbed his shaft.

"Fuck," he breathed a curse, hiding his face in your neck.

You pumped him slowly, Dean bucking his hips to meet your movements. His breath hitched, body trembled, and when you placed an open mouth kiss just under his jaw, he growled and suddenly jumped off the bed. He got rid of his clothes faster than you could blink and he was back at you. In between kisses you heard his shallow, breathy tone.

"Do you have any?" he asked but you looked at him shaking your head.

"I do, but I wanna feel you," you said smiling shyly.

Dean's eyes got darker but shined bright at the same time. You saw emotions running through him. He could say something, hell, he could just stand up and find the condom. But he didn't want to.

Instead he shifted but before he could enter you, you pushed on his shoulders, giving him the signal to lay on his back. He rolled over and you sat on him, kissing as you slowly sank down on his hard cock that filled you inch by inch. Your walls fluttered at the feeling; you both stopped and grunted when he bottomed out.

You locked your eyes with his and moved your hips, causing him to bite on his lower lip. His head dropped back onto the pillow when you sped up and he moaned loudly, gripping hard on your hips. Your head fell back from pleasure. He was filling you perfectly, scraping over every sensitive spot inside you, hitting you right where you needed him.

Suddenly he sat up, pulling you flush to him, caging you in his strong arms, digging his fingers in your shoulder blades. You hooked your hands on his neck and slightly scraped the back of his head pulling a low growl from him. He liked it.

His hot breath fanned over your skin. He nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck and whispered your name, causing your stomach to tremble. Then he sank his teeth in the tattoo on your collarbone while thrusting hard at the same time and you felt a jolt of intense electricity going through your body.

You cried out with surprise and intense feeling, and Dean repeated his action, dragging you down by your shoulders. He was pumping into you slow but hard and you felt heat building impossibly high in your lower stomach.

"Dean...I…" you tried to build a proper sentence but you've lost the ability to talk a long time ago. In answer to your words he deftly flipped you over so you were under him.

"I know, sweetheart. Me too," he breathed thrusting firmly, his cock throbbed confirming his statement. "Baby, come with me. Please, come with me," he pleaded, reached down to your clit and started rubbing small circles. You felt your muscles tighten, rising your body up from sheets, locking a scream in your throat.

And then it all let go. Your orgasm hit hard, it was overwhelming, mind blowing. Fire ran through every cell in your body, every inch trembled, your head was hazy.

With one last thrust Dean growled pressing himself to you and coated your walls with hot cum. You milked him to the last drop, your bodies pulsed together.

After a few moments, you came down from your high, still glued to Dean, who's breath was returning to normal. His warmth and weight was so pleasurable. Caressing his back with your fingertips you took deeper breaths pressing your nose to his neck, smelling him. Dean purred happily and did the same to you, sliding his arms under and around you, leaning on his elbows so he didn't crush you.

He looked into your eyes, a lazy smile dancing on his lips. Giving a brief kiss he partly closed his eyes, bliss and joy written over his face. You gently ran your hand through his hair and played with his earlobe. He melted into your touch and then kissed the inside of your palm.

"You okay?" he asked. You nodded and he kissed your nose, rolled over and stood up from bed. "Hold on."

He disappeared in your bathroom for a moment and came back with a cloth so you could clean yourself.

"We should have done this a long time ago," you stated, stretching yourself, feeling blissful tiredness.

"Hell yeah we should," Dean agreed, joining you under the covers, pulling you close to him. "But we were dumbasses," he chuckled on his own words and you kissed his chest, smiling. "You know it will be even worse now, right? I will worry more, we will be fighting Y/N, all the time." 

"Yeah, I know," you said shrugging. "But now…" you turned your head and put your chin on his chest. "We can have angry sex after," wiggling your brows you gave him cocky grin. He smiled widely, all teeth and dimples, and he shook his head.

"You're gonna be the death of me, sweetheart."

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A/N: Thank you so much for reading! Now I'm gonna hide in the corner!

Tags: @winchest09​ @deanwanddamons​ @jay-and-dean​ @katehuntington​ @snffbeebee​ @bunkerconfessions​ @roonyxx​ thank you guys for all the support!

[440mxs-wife]

Out of Reach

Imagine: There's not enough room in the cupboards to put everything on your level, so you must rely on the taller of the two Winchesters to help you out. Little did you know, he was keeping a secret.

Today was baking day, and you had decided to make some baked goods for now, and some to freeze for later. Cookies, muffins and of course, pie. You knew this was going to take all day, so you decided to start early.

You had reached the point in your recipe where it called for cinnamon, so you walked over to the cabinet containing your spices. You were dismayed to see that the cinnamon had been moved to a higher shelf. Not only that, but it was pushed back from the edge, just out of your reach.

At that moment, Sam walked through the back door after his morning run. He saw you struggling to grab the cinnamon with the kitchen tongs, a bemused smile on his lips. "Do you need some help?" he asked with a chuckle.

You let out an exasperated sigh. "Good morning, Sam. Yes, I would like some help, please. Someone decided to rearrange my spices and without telling me. Also, they were moved way out of my reach! How am I supposed to get any cooking done when I can't reach anything? Not my fault I'm shorter than you guys," you muttered.

Sam sauntered up to the counter, plucked the spice from the shelf and dropped into your waiting hands. He leaned down and said softly, "All you have to do is ask, and I'll be happy to help you." His hazel eyes twinkled with amusement as he winked at you, then took a long pull on his bottle of water.

"Th-thank you, Sam," you stammered. After he left the room, you went back to your mixing bowl. You took a deep breath to steady your nerves from being so close to Sam. He was so gorgeous, you couldn't help but be flustered whenever you were around him. He was the more reserved of the two Winchesters, you thought. However, you had a feeling that there was a good deal of raw, passionate energy only barely contained within his 6'4" frame. 

Shaking your head, you returned your focus to making a batch of oatmeal chocolate chip cookies. No raisins for these two, you thought. Only the best for my guys, and that means chocolate chips. You opened the bag and dumped in the chocolate chips, stealing a few for yourself first.

The kitchen seemed a little quiet, so you accessed your Classic Rock playlist from the music app on your phone. In that respect, you and Dean were in agreement, but you found you had more in common with Sam. Reading, movies or taking a walk in the woods behind the bunker was more your style.

You started getting into the music as you worked your way down the playlist, singing and dancing as you went. The oven timer sounded, so you put on the oven mitts and took out a tray of cookies. As you pivoted from the oven to the counter, you were surprised when you noticed that Sam was standing in the doorway. "Whoa, Sam! You nearly made me drop this tray of cookies! How long have you been standing there, anyway?" you asked as you put the baking sheet on the counter.

"Only long enough to realize you are truly in the zone when you're in here," he answered, moving towards you. "Also to know you have a beautiful voice and some killer dance moves," he smirked as he leaned in, his breath hot on your ear.

Dammit, how is he doing this to me? you thought. Your heart hammered in your chest from the rumble of his voice so close to your ear. Recovering your sanity, you replied, "You have two choices. You can either scoot out of my kitchen and let me work, or you can stay. But, I guarantee, if you stay, I'm going to put you to work."

"I don't mind some work, as long as I get to partake of one or more of these delicious goodies when we're done," he bargained. "Deal," you said, his large hand engulfing your smaller one in sealing the agreement.

After all the baking was finished, you and Sam cleaned up the dirty dishes in the sink. You left the cookies, muffins and pies on the counter to cool until they could be put in storage. Then you returned the spices to the lowest shelf, so you would be sure to reach them in the future.

"I think we can enjoy some of the fruits of our labor now," you declared. "Sam, would you get out a couple of plates and put a few cookies on them? I'll pour us some milk," you said.

You joined Sam at the kitchen table with the glasses of milk and he brought over the cookies. He broke into one of the cookies and closed his eyes in complete enjoyment. "These are the best cookies I've ever tasted. What makes these so good?" he asked.

"Can't tell you, it's a secret," you grinned conspiratorially.

"Oh, come on, I helped you make these! We hunt monsters side-by-side, trusting each other with our lives, and you can't trust me with the secret of your cookies?" he pouted, pretending to be hurt. "What if I want to make a batch some time?"

"Then you can ask me and I'll be glad to help," you stood up, took your plate to the sink and rinsed your glass. "Thank you for everything today, Sam," you said, touching his shoulder and gently ruffling his hair as you walked by him.

Sam stared after you as you left, not even bothering to fix his hair at first. He chuckled as he thought back on the time you had spent together, baking. He enjoyed the ease with which you two worked together and the variety of treats that resulted from the collaboration.

He thought back to the joke he told you that caused you to throw your head back in laughter. He saw the amusement in your eyes and how you looked happier than he'd ever seen you. It warmed his heart to know that it was he who had made you laugh like that.

Dean walked into the kitchen for some coffee and saw Sam's hair was still messy. "Dude, what happened to your hair?" he chuckled.

"What? Oh, that," he grinned, smoothing out his hair. Sam explained to Dean that the two of you had just finished having some cookies and milk. He said it was your fault that his hair was out of place.

"Aww, Sammy, that's so cute," Dean teased.

"Shut up, Dean. We had fun in here today. I caught her singing and dancing when she was in here by herself. I made her laugh at my jokes, even though I kept messing them up," he trailed off, then scowled. "Besides, you get pie out of the deal, so what do you care?" Sam retorted as he headed for the library.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Tonight, you were making chili for dinner. You browned the hamburger and added it to the tomato soup and chili bean mixture already simmering in the pot. You went to your spice cabinet for the chili powder, but you didn't see it right away. You moved some of the other spices around, thinking it was hiding behind one of the other spices, but it wasn't. You looked up, and there it was, on the top shelf again, pushed back just far enough that you couldn't reach it.

Frustrated, you stomped your foot as you tried to figure out how to get to the chili powder. You pulled a chair over to the counter and climbed up onto the seat. You put one knee on the counter, while one foot was still touching the chair's seat. You grabbed the chili powder and was ready to step back down, when your socks slipped and caused you to lose your balance. You would've hit the hard floor in a most unspectacular dismount, had Sam not barged into the kitchen at that exact moment and caught you.

"I knew you'd fall for me eventually, but not like this," he chuckled. "Couldn't reach something again?" he asked.

"The chili powder! It was up top and I couldn't reach it, so I had to use this chair," you explained.

"I told you, honey, if you need something, all you have to do is ask. I'll be glad to help you. Although, I must say you look kinda cute trying to do it yourself though," he winked.

You rolled your eyes at Sam and finished making the chili. You hoped he wouldn't notice the blush on your cheeks as you walked past him, a small smile on your face. Wait, you thought. Did he just call me 'honey'? I mean, I like it, but since when is he calling me that?!? you wondered.

In return for making dinner, Sam and Dean agreed to take care of the dinner dishes. You went into the library with your favorite book and your blanket, then settled into a comfy chair.

As they're finishing the dishes, Sam asked Dean if the coast is clear, meaning are you anywhere near the kitchen. Dean confirmed that you are still in your chair, though he said it looked as if you're dozing off instead of reading. Sam walked over to the spice cabinet and selected a few of your more frequently-used spices. Then he moved them from the bottom to the top shelf, just out of your reach.

"What are you doing?" Dean asked.

"I'm moving the spices," he replied, matter-of-factly. "I figure, this way she'll have to ask for my help again, and I can keep getting closer to her. I really like her, Dean. I mean, really like her, maybe I'm even in love with her. She's so determined to do everything on her own, not ask for help. And she's fun to be with, she's great at research and she doesn't take any of your crap. Which I personally love," he chuckled. "Her smile is contagious and when she laughs, she does it with her whole heart."

"Sounds like chick-flick stuff, man," Dean teased. "So, when and how are you going to tell her all this?" he asked.

"I dunno. I don't think she has any major cooking projects coming up. Ooh! I can move her coffee cup! She's usually in here for coffee about the time I come back from my run, so I can tell her then," Sam declared.

"Good, because if you don't confess to her, and soon, I'm gonna tell her who's responsible for moving her stuff around," Dean warned.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

You yawned as you shuffled to the kitchen in your pajama pants and T-shirt. You were so looking forward to that first morning cup of coffee to help jump-start your day. While it was brewing, you started putting away the clean dishes from last night's meal.

Sam came in the back door from his usual morning run. Seeing him brought a smile to your face. He returned your smile and added a "good morning" wish to it. You continued to put dishes away as he cooled down from his run with a bottle of water.

The coffee pot beeped to let you know it was done brewing. You reached into the cabinet for your favorite coffee cup, only to see it perched on the top shelf. You turned around with your back to the cabinet and pinched your nose between your thumb and forefinger. You were trying to calm yourself down and not lash out in frustration. Sam noticed your distress and asked if something was wrong.

"I'm beginning to think that someone in this bunker doesn't like me," you said, close to tears.

"Why on earth would you say that?" Sam asked in shock.

"I already know I'm shorter than you and Dean. But that doesn't mean that one of you has to keep pointing it out by putting stuff where I can't get to it! I can't reach my coffee cup," you sniffled.

Sam walked over to where you were standing, put one hand on either side of you and leaned on the counter. His heart nearly broke looking into your eyes and seeing them shimmer with unshed tears. He finally decided to come clean.

"Honey, whoever's doing this to you isn't trying to be mean. He's been moving stuff around on you so you'll ask him to help you and then he can get closer to you. Because he really likes you. As more than a friend," Sam said, brushing your cheek with his knuckles.

You found it difficult to form a coherent thought as he caressed your cheek. "How-how do you kn-know this, Sam?" you stammered.

He took a deep breath before answering you. "I know this, because it's me. I'm the one who's been moving your stuff up high, so you'll ask me for help. And so that I can gather enough courage to do this," he explained as he pressed his lips to yours.

At first, you didn't know what to think, since he had just confessed to causing you so much frustration. A split second later, you suspended all thinking, leaned in and kissed him back.

You pulled back to break the kiss so you could catch your breath. "Whoa. Sam, that was amazing," you breathed.

"If you think that's amazing, here's round two," he growled, capturing your mouth again with more demanding kisses. His tongue quickly slipped past your lips to go one-on-one with yours. His hands roamed up and down your back, settling on your hips to pull you flush against his lean frame. You slid your hands up the length of his torso, resting on his shoulders.

Sam took you into his arms and rested his chin on top of your head. When he spoke, you could tell without looking that he had a bright smile on his face. "You are the most wonderful woman I've ever met. You are an intelligent, vibrant and sexy woman with a killer smile. Just seeing it is the best part of my day. I am so lucky to have you in my life," he murmured.

"You're not the only lucky one, Sam. You are one of the kindest men I've ever met. You're caring, thoughtful, and I dare say you're a bit of a romantic," you grinned. "I don't think anyone has ever worked this hard to get my attention. It was very sweet, and I love you even more for it," you remarked shyly.

Sam tilted your face to gaze into your hazel eyes. "I really didn't like causing you to be so frustrated, my love. But every day that I have you in my arms will remind me that in the end, it was all worth it. I love you, baby," he declared.

[thesightingofthedoodlewizard]

This is in the middle of an AU for Bendy I have in mind, but I might never get to this part and I just really wanna write this so there.

Summary

Sammy wandered into the music department, the old place he’d haunted for nearly 30 years. If Henry wouldn’t let him go outside yet he might as well go see if the place had collapsed. It hadn’t. Somehow either option would’ve made him grouchier.

He went up to the projectionist booth, flipped the switch, and started running down to play the right notes. He’d have to change that music combination since Henry knew it. Just because he was the reason Sammy was sane again, didn’t mean he’d want that-that…. Ugh. He’d figure out what to call Henry later. Right now he was too tired to think, and just wanted to go into his sanctuary.

Once that old door banged open Sammy strolled in to see the damage. Nothing much had changed. Thank goodness. But some bacon soup cans were missing. He’d have to restock if he wanted to hide in here for as long as he used to. Though Henry would probably pull him out if he tried to. The idiot. A week wasn’t that bad if you had everything you needed.

Sammy sat down at his desk, and put his head in his hands. The events of yesterday flooding back now that he had some quiet. Why did he and Susie end up doing that? Sure it was nice to just record some audio like old times, but why had she hidden that voice recorder in there too. Augh. He was such an idiot.

He still didn’t know why she’d wanted to sing that song either. She could’ve just played Alice like she always used to do. Though spending so long as a twisted version of Alice butchering other characters would put a bad taste in your mouth for that. But why hadn’t she picked one of the old songs from the cartoons? Instead, You Are My Sunshine!? Anything but that sappy slop. He sighed leaning back in his chair, remembering the sound of her voice as he played the banjo in accompaniment. Such a sweet melody. He’d been glad when she liked his twist to the old tune. Put a little bit of personality into it. It definitely needed it.

After the song was over, she’d pulled that recorder out of nowhere, and flipped it off. Why had he just sat there instead of grabbing it while it was in his reach? Another sigh. Then she’d played it back. At least it had sounded ok. Would’ve been better if he could’ve spent time actually fixing his part instead of messing around. He hated unfinished work. What had really surprised him was to hear his own voice mixing with hers. When had he started singing? Good gosh why had he done that. If that tape got out Wally really wouldn’t let go of that whole ‘magic’ thing now. And if others found it? Sammy might as well go back into that puddle forever.

She said he’d sang beautifully. It was nothing compared to her voice but at least it was some backup. He did wonder why she brought up his old tip of putting yourself in the song. Why had she said he’d done that perfectly? That woman was a mystery. Then why could he not stop thinking about it and just let it go? He should be mad that she has blackmail on him now. But he really just wanted to keep working on it, so he could see her eyes light up when the song came together.

What was going through his head?! There’d never been this much noise when he was by himself! It was so distracting! Maybe she’d been right about asking if he had something to tell her….

No, they were just business associates! Coworkers! Yeah, they might be chummier than any of the other people working there could ever get with him, but that didn’t mean anything. Just work associates, keep it all business. Just like old times. The old times when he’d tell her to sing it one or three more times even after a good take. That was just to make sure they had enough good takes to work with. The old times when he would use a bit more cello in because she always loved it. The old times when he’d watch her sway in the booth and not try to stop her, even if it’d ruin the take. What was the matter with him… he had it bad didn’t he. No crushing it down this time he supposed.

Maybe he should tell her? Oh goodness no. He couldn’t do that. He didn’t even know why she still was friendly to him. He’d been the one to tell her about Pendle. Why didn’t she hate him?! It would make everything easier. Then he wouldn’t have to tell her…. But maybe he didn’t? He’d written dozens of songs for a cartoon, and sure Jack Fain did the lyrics, but he’d been doing that long before they hired Fain. He could do it that way… at least get it out of his system. Yeah… that could work.

Maybe he could write something that wasn’t as jumbled as the race of thoughts in his head.

[i-call-me-clarence]

Dream Weaver

Title (AO3)

Summary:   Dean is attacked by a Djinn in Purgatory 2.0, and the fantasy world the Djinn shows his, opens his eyes to just what his life could look like. If only everything wasn't constantly falling apart.  

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 3,399

Tags/Warnings: Djinn Dream, suicide (in a dream), first kiss, miscommunication, idiots to lovers

Written for the @supernaturalpromptchallenge for the prompts, Djinn, Impala

Castiel stands in front of Dean, hands up in a non-threatening gesture, eyes wide with fear.

“Dean,” he starts slowly, taking a careful step forward. “Put down the gun.” 

Dean cocks the trigger, pressing the barrel more firmly against his temple.

“Stay back, you son of a bitch.” Dean growls.  

Castiel stops his subtle movements. Lowers his hands to his sides. 

“Dean.” And now he was bringing out the waterworks. “Please, don’t do this.” 

The way his voice shook, the absolute agony in his eyes. The display makes Dean sick to his stomach. Dean should’ve done this ages ago, but it was shit like this that had held him back, made him question himself. Made him question everything. 

But this had been going on for too long now. It was time to end it.

A sudden loud banging on the door to his room has Dean flinch, but he still keeps his guard up.

“Dean? Dean!” It’s Sammy. He continues to pound on the locked door, calling his brother's name. “Dean, what’s going on in there?! DEAN!”

“Please, Dean. You’re brother’s here now. You don’t want to do this in front of him.” 

Dean keeps his glare aimed on Cas, but then he smiles, causing a wary look to come over Cas’ face.

“How could he have known?” Dean asks, equal parts bitter and smug.

“What?” 

“Why is Sammy here, Cas?” Dean asks over the sound of the continued banging and pleading of his brother.

“He’s worried about you, Dean. We both are. Please, just put down the--”

“But how could he have known? You haven’t had the chance to text him. I sure as hell didn’t. No one’s been yelling or making a ruckus.” Dean tilts his head to the side, “So how could he have known?”

Castiel hesitates, unable to think up a lie. 

“Yeah that’s what I thought.” Dean takes a deep breath, muscles tensing to pull the trigger.

“NO!” Cas shouts, lunging at Dean. Lunging at him with an Angel Blade in hand. 

Dean feels the sharp blade pierce into his skin before there’s a loud bang and everything goes dark.

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There’s a moment of floating in darkness. Dean feels as if he’s waking up from a dream, put stuck in sleep paralysis, unable to open his eyes. He has time to think, to worry. Had he managed to pull the trigger? Or had Cas taken him out first, and that loud noise he heard was nothing more than Sam breaking through the door. 

Well, Dean figured one of two things was going to happen. 

One: He’d be trapped in The Empty forever, forced into a dreamless sleep, alone in the dark. 

Or two….

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Dean wakes with a sharp gasp. He’s laying on his side in some field, everything around him tinted with a washed out grey. Even the Leviathan corpse a few feet in front of him. 

He sits up slowly, taking in the rest of his surroundings; he’s still in the leviathan version of an elephant graveyard, but all the blossoms have been burnt to a crisp.

And he’s completely alone.

“No…” 

Dean gets painfully to his feet, looking around, but there's no sign of the Angel anywhere. 

“Cas!”  he shouts. There’s no answer. “Cas?!”

The bastards must have taken him. But why leave Dean behind? 

A sudden rustling sound catches Dean’s attention, and he turns towards it, shotgun raised and at the ready. A few yards off Dean sees a figure moving on the ground, obviously struggling, in pain. 

Dean’s face contorts in rage as he approaches the weakened thing. 

“You’re one twisted son of a bitch, you know that?” Dean growls at the injured Djinn, raising his shotgun. It’s no dagger dipped in lambs blood, but he knows from experience that enough shots to the head will wipe him out just as easy.

“Please.” The Djinn begs, “I am already weak. And in purgatory. I’m no danger to humans here. You protect them, yes? Please. Let me go.” 

“After that stunt you pulled? Not likely.”

“I gave you your greatest wish. You could have lived a full lifetime in the dream. A perfect life. One without loss. Without monsters and sacrifice.” 

Dean clenches his teeth together. He feels dirty at having had this thing running around in his mind, learning all his greatest desires, using them against him. 

“No thanks. I’d rather have the real thing.” Dean raises his shotgun to shoot the bastard, but stops at the Djinn’s sudden laughter.

“Do you really think you can have that life I have shown to you?” the laughter causes the Djinn to cough up some blood, but he seems unphased by it, instead giving Dean a hateful, crimson smile. “The only way someone like you finds any happiness in this life, is in dreams.” 

“Yeah, maybe you’re right.” he says, lowering his shotgun with a smirk that doesn’t reach his eyes.  The Djinn looks hopeful for a moment. Until Dean drops the smile. “But I haven’t given up on reality. Not yet.” Dean pulls out his pistol instead. The Djinn only has a moment to look afraid before Dean fills his skull with bullets.

~~~~~~~

“You don’t have to do that, Cas.” Dean protests for the tenth time.

“It’s the least I can do--literally, seeing as I can’t heal you at the moment.” 

“Cas--”

“And you should have had this antidote hours ago.” Cas finishes up the touches and hands the cup of putrid smelling liquid to Dean. “You should’ve told me about the Djinn attack earlier.”

“Yeah, well we had bigger things to worry about.” Dean downs the liquid quickly, making a face and gagging afterwards. “I swear this stuff tastes worse each time you take it.”

“Maybe you should stop being attacked by Djinn if you hate the taste so much.” Castiel says, grabbing the cup from where Dean had sat it on the table. He’s halfway to the sink before he stops, sighing and setting the cup down on the metal island instead, and turning back to face Dean. 

“I’m sorry, that was uncalled for. I’m the one who left you there, unprotected. My one concern was getting the leviathan away from you, I didn’t consider--”

“It’s fine, Cas.” Dean waves a dismissive hand, before perking up a little. “Hey, grab some of that whiskey, will ya?”

Castiel picks up the bottle from where it sits on the counter, and stares at it dubiously. “Are you sure that’s wise? Mixing Djinn antidote with Jack Daniels?”

“It’s fine.” Dean assures. “Plus, it’s the only thing that can wash this taste out.”

Castiel obliges with a disbelieving brow. He brings the whiskey plus two small glasses to the table and sits down across from Dean.

Dean grabs the whiskey with the same enthusiasm as a kid snatching a bag of candy. 

“You know.” he starts as he unscrews the lid and pours them each a healthy dose of amber liquid. “The dream wasn’t all bad. Actually it was pretty awesome.”

“Babes, beers and burgers?” Castiel asks sarcastically.

“Harty har har.” Dean rolls his eyes and takes a sip of his drink, Castiel mirroring him. “No, it was, uh, actually kinda like how things are now.” 

“Really?” Castiel quirks a brow.

“Yeah, except everything seemed to have worked out for us, ya know? No chuck. Sam and Eileen weren’t,” Dean nods his head towards the direction of the war-room, in which he was pretty sure poor Sammy was getting dumped. Dean felt bad for the kid, but didn’t blame Eileen in the slightest either. He understood how she felt. Hell, he’d been struggling with the same maddening question of ‘am I just doing something because I was scripted to’ right along with her. “And Jack was…” Dean looks up to judge Cas’ reaction at the mention of Jack.

“He was alive in your dream?” Castiel asks. He doesn’t seem upset. Simply curious. Maybe a bit jealous.

“Yeah. He was.” Dean sniffs and takes another, larger drink.”Had him enrolled in school for some reason.” Dean huffs a laugh.

“He would’ve enjoyed that.” Castiel smiles.

Dean looks up at Cas, wondering if he should continue. Tell Cas what else he’d seen in that fantasy world. 

“Cas, actually, there’s, uh, something else that happened in the dream, and, uh,” Dean chuckles nervously. “Well, you were in it, obviously. And you even lived here at the Bunker. I mean Jack was here, so you being here made sense. But also--” Dean loses his breath, looks up at Cas, hopefully for some reassurance or something. Dean’s pretty sure they’d been flirting around this thing for a while now. He was pretty sure he wasn’t stepping over any lines here. 

“Dean,” Castiel says slowly, looking like the word was painful for him to say. He looks up at Hunter with pleading eyes. “Perhaps--” he stops himself, clenching his jaw and looking down at the table, lips working as if they didn’t want to say what he was gonna say, and yet Cas was determined to force them into forming words anyway, “Maybe now isn’t the best time.” he forces out.

Wow.

Okay.

“Yeah, yeah.” Dean scoffs. “Sharing dreams is a bit too slumber party for me anyways.” he huffs a fake laugh, staring into his whiskey, wishing he could drown in it. 

So apparently he’d read that situation wrong. 

‘Maybe that Djinn was right’ he had time to think before Sam walks in, stricken face telling Dean that his brother needed him to stop his own moping and be a shoulder to lament on right now. Dean could do that. And gladly did. Anything to get him to stop thinking about how badly he just fucked up.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Dean grabs his keys from his room and heads towards Bunker doors. He’s the only sober one, surprisingly, and their ‘We Beat Chuck’ party was beginning to get low on booze. The last thing anyone  wanted was for a bunch of hunters, werewolves, and a Queen of Hell to start rioting over the lack of alcohol.

“Dean!” Sam calls out to him when Dean passes through the library. 

Sam is stupid drunk at this point, he stands from his chair and almost falls back down into it. An amused Eileen helps him to his feet, and then over to where Dean is holding back laughter.

“Where’re you goin’?” he asks eloquently.

“Beer run. Be back in a few.” 

Sam stumbles over to stand in front of Dean, putting a hand on his brother's shoulder to balance himself.

“Where’s Cas?” 

Dean’s brows dips down in confusion, and suspicion. 

“Don’t know. Dude went AWOL before Garth even showed up. Who knows with that guy.”

“Maybe you should call him.” Sam suggests, poking Dean in the chest with his free hand. “An’ then you could go on th’ beer run together?” he smiles happily at Dean once he’d finished slurring his words at him.

“Real subtle, Sam..” Eileen quips. 

“What?” Sam looks back at Eileen, distraught. And then poorly stage whispers, “Really?”

“Alright sasquatch. Go sit down before you fall down and kill somebody.” Dean helps a pouting Sam back over to the table before turning to Eileen. “You got him?”

“I’ve got him.” she assures, and then smiles. “But maybe Sam is right. You should call Castiel.” 

Dean could feel himself start to blush, so quickly gave a line about ‘that being his que to leave’ and booked it for the safe confines of Baby.

Once he was out of the Bunker, walking across the gravel to where he’d parked the Impala, a voice calls out to him. Dean turns to see Castiel standing near his pimpmobile, as if he’d just arrived.

“Dean.”

Dean halts his stride and waits for Castiel to catch up to him.

“Where are you going?” Castiel looks back to the Bunker and at the plethora of cars still parked around it. It was obvious a party still rolled on inside.

“Beer run.” Dean says hoarsely, then clears his throat “I’m going on a beer run.” 

“May I join you?” 

This was one of those moments that made Dean still wonder if Chuck was still writing the script. Or maybe Becky this time. Hell, maybe even Sam and Elieen.

“Su-Sure.” Dean falters before power walking to the Impala and getting in.

Castiel gets into the car as well, and after a moment turns to look at Dean.

“Umm, Dean?” he questions. “Are we going, or…?”

“What?” Dean looks up from where he’d zoned out on the steering wheel to Cas’ amused face. “Oh! Right.” Dean blushes and fumbles with his keys as he starts the car.

~You’re my Angel! Come and save me tonight!~

Aerosmith blares across the speakers before Dean can dart out a hand to switch off the radio.

Castiel chuckles, “Not a big Aerosmith fan?”

“It was… loud.” Dean stammers.

“Okay.” he says decisively, deciding now would be a good time to actually, you know, drive and all. 

Dean reaches up to put Baby in drive, but Castiel stops him with a hand over Dean’s. Dean looks down at Cas’ hand, then up to his face in alarm. This was… probably normal. The touch had Dean feeling all kinds of ways, but it was definitely just a platonic hand touch. This was fine. Dean wasn’t a freakin’ Vulcan or anything.. ‘What am I even on about?!’ Dean’s inner voice screams at him hysterically.

“Actually, maybe it’s best I say this before we’re on the road.” Castiel explains himself. But still doesn’t remove his hand. 

“Say what?”

“I think we should… talk.”

“O-kay.” Dean swallows nervously. A talk? That was normal too. Right? They had talks. Lots of talks. So why did Dean feel like all the air had just been sucked out of the Impala.

“I wanted to ask about when the Djinn attacked you in purgatory.” 

Dean feels his stomach drop, his hands dropping from the steering wheel as well, causing Cas’ hand to fall away.

“Why?” he asks apprehensively.

“You never got to finish telling me about your dream.” 

“Drop it, Cas. It doesn’t matter.” Dean sniffs and tries to put on a bored face. “Listen, are we going or not. Got a lot of thirsty people back there--”

“I think it does matter.” Castiel says seriously. “And I think…” he looks down at his hands, then to the glove box, the to just over Dean’s shoulder, everywhere but at Dean.. “I think I know what you were going to say, before I stopped you. I’m sorry I stopped you. But If I’m right, then it was necessary.”

“Necessary?” Dean scrunches his face up in anger and confusion. “What the hell are you talking about ‘necessary.”

“It means I made a deal, which made it necessary you didn’t say what I think you were going to say.”

“Cas, what the hell!” Dean yells, tossing his hands up. “A deal?! How many times have we been over this!” Dean glowers at Castiel for a moment, who looks rightfully chastised, before asking, “What kind of deal.” 

“I--” Cas starts, then gets a defiant look in his eye. “I asked you first.”

“Seriously?” 

Cas’ raises a brow to say that yes he is serious, he’s always serious.

Dean gives in with an angry “Fine.” and a huff.

“So. It was like I told you. Chuck gone. Eileen and Sam were together. Jack was back.” Dean swallows. Looks to Cas. Looks away. “And that was basically it. Just a, ya know, nice, homey, hunter existence. Not too over the top. Djinn did a good job. Probably why it trapped me for so long.” 

“There’s something that you’re leaving out.” 

Dean looks over at Castiel with frightened eyes, “What?”

“When I stopped you, you were talking about… us.” Castiel prompts carefully.

Dean could feel his heart pounding in his ears, and his whole body heat up suddenly like he’d just been tossed into an oven. Cas was looking at him with what seemed like… hope? What the hell! Hadn’t the guy shot him down just a few weeks ago? And now he was...What? Dean had no idea. 

A voice in his head said ‘Fuck it’, and as usual, when that voice said those magic words, Dean tended to just roll with the changes and ‘do the thing’. He takes a deep breath, then turns to give Cas a steady look.

“In the dream we were together. Like, together together. Hallmark movie, lasso the moon, together.” 

Cas opens his mouth to respond but Dean decides he can’t actually hear what Cas might have to say right now, so keeps talking, stopping Cas before he starts.

“Okay, now you gotta explain why you blew me off, ‘cause you’d think a dude stops another dude from confessing that sort of thing ‘cause he--but you--”Dean stops and stares helplessly at Cas for a moment, who’s still smiling. “What I’m trying to say is I’m getting some crazy mixed signals here, man.”

“I’m sorry about the ‘mixed signals’. They aren’t really mixed. I mean, I’m not mixing them on purpose.” Castiel draws a hand over his face, obviously struggling as much as Dean had been. Good. “I do like you, Dean.” Castiel says, almost shyly but still with conviction. “In fact what I feel for you has long since passed ‘like’.” Castiel swallows and looks up at Dean.

“Yeah?” Dean asks, sounding hoarse.

Cas huffs a laugh, “Yeah.”

“I, uh, more than like you too. Or whatever.” Dean rubs at the back of his neck. “But why did you keep shooting me down? One minute I’m thinking we’re about to-- and the next you’re telling me you have to go. I mean, ever since the dream, it’s like you’ve been runnin’ hot and cold on me.”

“I had made a deal with The Empty--”

“Cas!” 

“It was to save Jack’s life, and I’ve already taken care of it. In fact, that’s why I was late to the party.”

“You’ve already taken care of it?” Dean asks in disbelief. “What kind of deal was it?”

“A soul for a soul. Jack get’s to stay out of The Empty, and then the moment I was ‘Truly at happy and at peace’ the Empty would come to collect me.”

Dean stares at Cas for a moment, dumbstruck, before shouting, “Dude, what the hell?!”

“It’s been taken care of. Rowena and Billy came up with a sort of… sleeping pill for the Empty. Runic stones that allow him to sleep even though I’m not there. It was part of the deal in releasing all the other Angels as well. I was helping Billy to deliver the stones before I came here.”

“So everything’s good now?” Dean asks gruffly.

“Yes.” Castiel sighs. “Everything has been settled. Like I said.”

“I really wanna be mad at you for making deals and keeping secrets. But you did fix everything. And I also really wanna kiss you right now.”

“We could kiss now, and then you could yell at me about being an idiot later?”

“Deal.” Dean leans in and kisses Castiel.

They kiss for a moment before Dean begins to smile, so much so that it’s interrupting their kiss.

“What is it?” Castiel asks, amused and now with a smile to echo Dean’s, though he doesn’t know what they are smiling about.

“It’s just,” Dean laughs in disbelief. “All of this,” he shakes his head, laughing again. “It’s literally a dream come true.”

“You know what they say about letting your dreams stay dreams.”

“Okay, you are banned from the internet. Forever.” 

Castiel laughs, and Dean can’t help himself from leaning back into Cas’ space, pressing his lips against the grinning corner of Cas’ mouth, and down his jaw.

“Dean.” Castiel admonishes as the Hunter starts loosening Castiel’s tie and working the buttons open on his shirt. “Anyone could walk by and see us.”

“Let ‘em.” Dean growls, mouthing at the skin he’s exposed. “I’ve waited too damn long for this. If they see something it’s their own friggin’ fault for lookin’.” 

Castiel laughs, leaning his head back against the window with a dull thunk.

A few people do walk by on the way to their cars--including Garth--but the windows were too fogged up for any of them to see anything before they followed this sage advice: If the Impala’s rockin’, don’t come a knockin’.

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Alone - Harrison Osterfield - Pt.3

A/N: enjoy Summary: Your older sister drops off her one year old child. Words: 3754 Warnings: none for now

"Hey Harrison, catch," a bag of chips went inside my cart, I looked up seeing the one and only Harrison Osterfield, my heart dropped down to my stomach.

“Y/N, hey,” he slowly grabbed the bag from my cart, “sorry”

“Harrison, hey” I was confused, I wasn’t sure what he was doing. You mentally jumped off a bridge, obviously he also lives around town.

“How- how have you been?” he had gained more face structure like never before, memories of him and I flashed instantly

“Good,” he looked down at my cart again he saw the baby food and the chocolate sitting there.

“Uh-I guess I’ll see you around,” he gave me a smile before walking away

“Sure,” he awkwardly walked away, I quickly went to a line to check out.

I set everything in the car and put the cart in a station. I sat in my car and started to cry, seeing him made me realized how much I missed him. His cheesy pick up lines, the way he stared at me cause he was admiring, movie nights, snuggles, kisses. I let out a deep breath, he probably moved on so should I.

---

I shut the door behind me, I walked to the table seeing Bri and Morgan sitting, “Y/N, what the hell happened?” Morgan looked at me

“She looks- no, really?” Bri walked up to me and hugged me

“What’s going on?” Morgan was confused

“Don’t you see the broken face? The broken face,” Bri emphasizes ‘broken’

“You saw Harrison?” I nodded my head yes against Bri’s shoulder. James started to cry, I let out a sigh and detached from Bri, “I got him,” you walked away seeing James crying, maybe he wanted to be with the rest of us or maybe he’s hungry.

“I don’t like this,” Bri rolls her eyes  “last time we saw him was a year ago. He broke things off with her. They were going out for two years and then he just breaks it up like that?”

“Bri, he really loved her,” Morgan sat back down by the table

“He was going with Tom and he just left her. He chose Tom over her”

“Well, Harrison has been Tom’s friend since they were young. It would’ve been hard for them. I’m actually glad he talked with her instead of just leaving just like that,” Morgan pointed it out

“I know, I’m just fucken pissed,” there was a knock on the door.

“What if it’s Harrison”

“I will punch him right in the face”

“You can’t do that. This is also his hometown, they were going to have to cross paths sooner or later,” Bri looked at the peeping hole from the door and it was a guy standing he knocks again, she opened the door and saw a guy with a duffle bag

"Hi?" Bri saw a lot of tattoos covering his arm he didn’t smile or anything

"Is Y/(full)/N here?" "She is, how can I help you"

“I was sent to deliver this to her”

“What is it?” Morgan questioned

“Unknown,” he didn’t lose eye contact

“Hey who’s at the-“ I walked down the small hallway with James, I stopped in tracks seeing a random guy standing in front of my friends.

"You Y/N?” You gave him a nod, he set the bag down before leaving

"What is it for?" Morgan questioned

“I don’t know. It could be a bomb,” Bri spoke

“Do you hear it beeping?” Everyone went silent, if someone had a pin and dropped it, it would've been heard

“I don’t hear any-” Bri kicked it, “what the hell Bri!” Morgan glared at her

“You know what, fuck it. If we die, I’m gonna say that your rice tasted like nothing,” Bri looked over at Morgan

“Rude! And it’s not my fault because you grabbed a big scoop when I told you it wasn’t ready,” Bri opened the bag

“No fucken way”

“What is it?” I questioned

“It’s money. Like a shit ton of money,” you and Morgan got near her and saw stacks of money, “there’s a letter here,” Bri handed you the letter

“What does it say?” Morgan looked over your shoulder, Bri did the same.

‘Y/N, Brianna, and Misaki. Thank-”

“Wait,” Bri stopped you from reading, “what the fuck? your name is Misaki?”

“My parents tried being cool and were like hey, why not do a Saudi Arabian name”

“How the fuck did you go from Mis-Misaki to Morgan,” You set James on couch

“Cause Morgan is my middle name”

“Anyways, back to this situation… uh let’s see, ‘Thank you so much for looking over James. I’m so sorry what I’ve been put the three of you- well I’m assuming you all still live together. I got a lot of resources here. Which I can’t tell where I’m at. What’s, here is something for the four of you. Don’t spoil James too much. I don’t want him to be a bratty kid. I know you will raise him well. Take care of yourselves as well. Love you lots - Addy’ we now know where the money came from”

"So... What you going to do with the money?" Morgan looked at me

"Split it, obviously. You two have been helping me out a lot so, you also get money" ----------

The next day everyone decided to head out. We sat in a cafe shop waiting for our food and drinks, “It's so nice when it's warm outside, uh- do you want the usual?" "I want something warm, but not too hot, I want to be a able to sleep," I gave her a nod before walking to get in line to order the drinks. As I ordered the drink I waited to be called. "Harrison?" my breath hitched, ‘please don’t let it be him’ I prayed and prayed begging it wasn’t him, but God wasn’t on my side this time

“Your other drink will be right up," the barista left and another one came by, Lucinda.

"Y/N, hi,” Harrison awkwardly greets you once again

“Hello Harrison,” I gave him a smile, Lucinda comes back with my drink and someone else’s drink

“Here you go Harrison”

“Thanks Lucy,” Harrison smiled before walking away

“Hey Y/N,” I walked closer to the counter, “do you know Harrison?”

“Yeah, we were friends before he left and stopped talking”

“That’s too bad. He seems like your type, he’s also a gentleman much respect with a lot of people,” my heart was beating fast, I wanted her to stop talking, “I’m new around here and I heard that Harrison dated this one girl but he broke things off because he was heading off with his best friend for a big filming”

“Yeah,” I sucked my lips inside my mouth, “I was the girl,” Lucinda was shocked

“Oh, I’m so sorry. Why didn’t you stopped me”

“At least he told me face to face instead of sending me a message”

“You haven’t talked with him?”

“No,” a baby started to cry, I turned around and saw Morgan carrying James, “I have to go. I’ll bring Bri or Morg up here,” I walked away with my drink

“Where’s our drink?”

“And food?” Morgan chipped in

“Still not done. Harrison is here and I’m assuming he’s with a Holland,” I let out a sigh

“Oh shit. No way,” I asked Morgan to hand the baby, he needs a change. “I’ll be right back, can one of you get the stuff” Morgan said she would. I grabbed his bag and walked to the bathroom.

———

Harrison watched you leaving to the back with a kid on your hip and a bag hanging on your shoulder, “who’s kid is that?” Harrison pointed at the kid

“I don’t know,” Sam shrugged, “I haven’t seen her since the two of you broke things off. You should go talk to her friends”

“I can’t, I think Brianna is going to punch me. Can you do it, casually walk over there,” Sam glared at Harrison, “can you do it before Y/N comes back?”

“Fine, you owe me big time,” Harrison smiled and walked over to Morgan and Brianna

“Morgan, Brianna, Hey. I haven’t seen you guys in a while,” Sam smiles

“Hey Sammy, what’s sup”

“Just came to grab napkins. Harrison spilled his drink and our table doesn’t have any. Uh, who’s stroller is this?”

“It’s the baby’s stroller”

“Who’s baby?” Sam was confused

“Uh-um-it’s-uh Y/N’s baby”

“Really? That’s great, how is she doing?”

“Hey Sam,” Sam saw you with the baby on your hip

“Y/N! I just asked about you. How have you been?” Sam gave me a side hug “he is very adorable, what’s his name?” Sam touches his hand

“I have been good, tired but good. This is James,” Sam looked at the baby while I looked at my friends, they shrugged confused as well on why he was there

“That’s cute, I better go before the stains get worse. Good seeing you,” Sam walked away, I sat down with James

“That was weird, what was he doing over here?”

“He came to grab napkins then he saw the strolled and you came along”

“I brought in your drinks and food. Casey kinda forgot to make them, she’s kinda new,” Lucinda set the drinks down

“Thanks Lucinda,” she gave a thumbs up before she left

—————

You sat in the living room for hours, “Hey Y/N, you’re up early. Did you sleep at all?”

“Not really, it’s just- just that he’s back and it’s just I don’t know”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah just tired”

“I know you’re not okay, and that’s okay. You are a human, you are allowed to feel that way. You will think about him, he was and still is a great guy. Listen, you think you won’t find someone just like him but you will. He may not be like Harrison but he will have a great personality that will swoop you. You know you were going to see him sooner or later”

“I know. I just wasn’t ready for it”

“Get some sleep”

“I can’t I have work”

“But you don’t work on Friday’s”

“I know, Karen had to go to the hospital”

“Is she okay?”

“She is, her child accidentally ate peanuts at a restaurant”

“Oh, that sucks”

“Yeah so I’m just going to get ready and go. Can you or Bri take James out”

“Sure, we got you,” you changed into your uniform and went to work.

----------

I missed James a lot. Even though I’ve had him for two almost three months. “Y/N!” I heard my boss calling me. I looked at him, “you good there?”

“Yeah. Just cleaning the counters”

“I think this counter will be the most clean one for the next few days,” I looked down and I’ve been wiping the counter for a while

“Sorry. I-It won’t happen again,” I set the rag down already feeling stupid

“Are you okay?” I gave him a nod

“I just haven’t been sleeping enough, I’ll be fine”

“Okay. Cindy will be off in a few minutes I will have you cover her spot until Steven comes,” I gave him another nod.

“Okay. I am out and I think a new family came in,” I flipped through a new page and once I went to the table I saw Harrison’s family.

“Y/N!” Charlotte smiled at me, she got up and gave me a hug. It took me 6 months for her to like me. Harrison always said she always liked me since she met me but I didn’t believed him until months later she smiled at me constantly and asked to hang out with her.

“Char, it’s been a while. How have you been?”

“Good, I miss hanging out with you”

“I moved to a new place. I’ll send you the address. My doors are always opened for you. Phil, Brian. How are you two?”

“We are doing good. Doing one last thing before Harrison comes by the house,” Brian smiles

“Anyways, uh- what can I get you to drink?”

“I’ll just get sprite,” Charlotte ordered first

“I’ll just have a lemonade,” You wrote down Phil’s order

“I’ll get a beer,” you gave him a nod

“I’ll bring those right out and I can take your order,” they thanked you before walking away, it actually went well

——

You were cleaning their table when you saw someone stop near you, you looked up and saw Charlotte, “Hey Y/N”

“Yes Char”

“I miss hanging out with you”

“Me too, my number is still the same. Call me and I will pick you up, or I can give you my address and they can drop you off”

“I’ll send you a message”

“I’ll be waiting,” I gave her a smile and she left. Phil and Brian were waiting for her. I wasn’t sure if I made the right choice but I couldn’t say no to her.

—————

I walked in into the shared apartment, there was no one home. Maybe they went on a walk with James. I went to the bathroom to wash up and get out of my working clothes.

By the time I was out of the shower and changed into shorts and a t-shirt. I grabbed my laptop and went to see my online class to see if there were upcoming assignments due. The door opened and in came Morgan and Brianna

“They totally were looking at us like we were a lesbian couple”

“No they weren’t. You over see things,” I looked up and saw Morgan and Brianna coming in, “Hey Y/N. How was work?” Morgan waved as Bri got a sleepy James out of his stroller

“I saw the family but not him”

“Really?”

“Yeah. The mom, the step dad and Charlotte. Charlotte told me that she miss hanging out with me and I told her that she can come over or I can pick her up. Was that wrong of me to say yes to her?”

“I thought she wouldn’t like you?” Brianna was setting James on the couch slowly

“She still does. I think, I don’t know if she hates me or not”

“Just hang out with her, make sure she understands that it’s neither his or your fault,” I let out a sign hitting my head on the table

——-

Sunday came by, Charlotte had texted me if I could pick her up at two to hang out, she got annoyed of Harrison, I tied my shoes and grabbed my keys, “Okay, I will go pick Charlotte up, I will be right back,” I walked over to James and gave his a kiss on the cheek, he wasn’t paying attention since he was playing with a stuff elephant and a giraffe.

I drove down the familiar streets, remembering when I would hang out with Harrison and Tom. I parked in front of the Osterfield’s house and quickly sent her a message.

THe way back to your apartment you and Charlotte catch up. Only spoke about the important event leaving out James.

“Okay, we are here,” I parked the car and she stepped out. I had to lead the way and she followed up to the third floor, the first door to the left. “Morgan, Brianna we are here,” Charlotte and I went to the kitchen table. The usual spot you will find at least someone there. Morgan was sitting and got up giving Charlotte a hug, “you’ve got to try Morgan’s drink. It’s has cucumber with mint and some other stuff that is healthy for you,” she gave me a nod and I went to fill up a cup.

“Look at you, it has been months since we’ve last seen you,” I handed her the cup, she took a sip

“This is good. Does it have pomegranate?” Before Morgan could answer Brianna appeared from the hallway

“Morgan next time you will have to- oh hi, Charlotte, about time you’ve let us see you,” she handed James over to me as the both of them hugged each other. “How is school? Are you talking to any guys? How’s your family?”

“I’m doing good. I was talking to someone but I didn’t see him in that way, my family is good,” Charlotte looked over at me and then the James, “who is this cute guy? He is so cute, how old is he? His blue eyes make him so innocent, look at his rosy cheeks. I’m getting baby fever,” it’s now or never. She would find out sooner than later.

“This is James, my boy here is just one,” Charlotte spits back her drink on her cup and starts coughing. You looked over at Morgan she gave you a sign telling you to relax  Brianna is patting her back

“Jesus. Deep breaths in,” Charlotte was coughing still trying to relax

“Wait-,” she cleared her throat, “is he yours?” Trying to catch her breath you gave her a nod, “he’s one. So a year ago, you were still with Harrison. He would’ve known you were- is he his?”

“Let’s sit down for this,” I make James sit but he wanted to get off the couch, “it’s my sisters kid, she dropped him off a few months ago. I think she knew she was going to drop him off because it has my name on the certificate. She told me to take care of him because she’s not in a position to be taking care of a child. I took him as my own. If people ask who’s kid it is just say mine, I don’t want people saying that it’s the child of the people who didn’t want him” she looks back at James

“Did you named him?”

“No, my sister did. If they ask who’s kid it is just say it’s mine. I don’t want him growing up and people telling him that his parents abandoned him”

“I won’t tell anyone,” Charlotte got up and walked to James she started to  play with James. It went smoother than you thought it would go. “I thought you were going to say it was Haz, his name is James and Haz’s middle name is James”

“I don’t know, maybe she liked that name she named him after Harrison”

“What a coincidence”

—————

The whole day was spent inside which neither of you minded. She told me what has been going on in her like and I’ve been telling her what been going on in my life including the dramatic scenes at your parents house.

“Any guys?” Charlotte questions

“No, just work and school. Now I have work, school and baby”

“Can I ask you something else?” Charlotte looks at me seriously, I give her a nod, “do you still love my brother?”

“Honestly, I’ve always missed your brother and I still do. I’ve seen him around and made awkward encounterments”

“He’s an idiot. I’ll say that”

“I should’ve told him that we should work it out”

“What if it didn’t? I’m not an expert on relationships but I think it would’ve made both of your life’s easier if it just ended. Look at it now, it’s been a year since you two broke up, it would’ve taken a year for him to get back. Spending a lot of money just to visit him for a week or a month. You two get into a fight then what?”

“For a kid your age you sure have a lot of saying”

“I thought about it a lot,” a phone starts to vibrate, Charlotte looks down at her phone, “it’s Harrison, I can ignore it”

“No, it can be important,” she answered the phone

“hello… no, I’m with a friend… no I’m good. I don’t know. No, I can ask her if she can drop me off. Yes Harrison, bye,” she ended the call, “he’s been back for almost a week and I am already getting annoyed of him”

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Charlotte enters her house, she gets greeted by Monty. Both parents were still up watching a movie, “Hi, I am back,” dishes were dropped in the kitchen, “I am going to bed,” she was about to hear upstairs when she heard her name being called by Harrison

“Char,” she rolls her eyes, she looked over at Harrison

“Haz, I am tired”

“Is that her younger brother?”

“Who?” Charlotte tried to make it seem like she had no idea what he was saying

“The baby, who’s baby is it?” she stayed silent, “Charlotte, who’s baby is it?”

“It’s Y/N, is that what you want me to say?” Charlotte snapped a little

“What?” Both Brian and Phil spoke, obviously hearing the conversation

“What?” Harrison looked confused, “it’s-it’s hers? How-how old is he?”

“His name is James, she told me that he is one, but Haz it’s-” Harrison started to walk towards the front of the door, “Haz, listen it’s not what you think,” Charlotte tried stopping him, does he even know where she lives? Before she could say anything else Harrison was already out of the door.

“What do you mean it’s her kid?”

“So much for keeping it as a secret,” Charlotte mumbles sitting by her parents, “It’s not really her kid, it’s her sisters, she dropped him off with her and she claims the baby as hers because she doesn’t want people to be talking”

“I almost got a heart attack, I thought it was hers and she kept it as a secret from him,” Phil lets out a sign

“I think I made it worst, she moved to a different apartment”

“He probably went over to Tom’s, it’s not your fault, he just jumps to conclusion fast,” Brian tried to ease Charlotte up. Charlotte walked over to the kitchen and saw his phone was in the counter, she picked up the phone and unlocked it. He didn’t have a password which made it much easier for her to go through his phone. He got a message from Tom

‘Tom: If you still like her go talk to her’ ‘Tom: Tuwaine said that she moved to a different apartment building’

She closed the message app and went through his pictures, begging she wouldn’t see anything inappropriate, there were a lot of pictures of Y/N, smiling and laughing with her eyes closed, most of them were of both of them having a good time. He really misses her. Charlotte closed the photo app and set his phone back on the counter.

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[holylulusworld]

When love hits you - Part 5 – A lot in common

Can I request a fic? where the reader is a hunter who saves Dean' s life. she has a one-night stand with him and is the one to leave him early in the morning. Dean finds her again and asks her why she left, and she says, "Easy I was just another notch on your large belt" Maybe it turns into a miniseries where they meet and leave maybe they end up together in the end? it can be as angsty and smutty as you want lol.

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam, OMC Joshua

Warnings: angst, language, arguments, protective Dean, violence blood, asshole ex, mentions of past physical abuse/cheating, light smut, unprotected sex, slow sex, feelings, fluff

When love hits you Masterlist

Around eight months later, Milwaukee, a random hunters bar...

The music in the bar is loud and your mood is good. Standing with your back to the bar with Dean and Sam flanking your sides you let your eyes wander.

Seeing someone familiar you swallow hard, he’s the last person you want to see. Turning around as fast as possible you try to duck your head and become invisible. Your heart is beating a mile in a minute and your body is beyond tense.

Why does he still have this effect on you? Back then you punched his nose and kicked his balls but when you saw him some months ago you felt shy and weak again. Just like you feel right now.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Sam asks seeing your discomfort.

“Yeah, just tired, ya know.”

“Do you want to go back to the motel, Baby?”

“Would be the best. I don’t feel like drinking and celebrating right now.” You lie. Well, it’s not a complete lie. The moment you saw Joshua your mood went down to zero.

“Y/N? Don’t you want to greet an old friend?” Joshua snarls standing a bit too close to your back for Dean’s taste.

“Hi.” You whisper and Dean raises an eyebrow. You are never silent and shy, not with any hunter you and the brothers met. Never.

“The Winchesters? Seriously, you managed that the Winchesters drag you around, Y/N? Are you better in bed now?” Joshua spats and Sam turns around. Angrily clenching his fists he’s ready to defend his friend.

“What did you just say?” Dean asks cocking his head. Eying the man talking to you like that up and down his features darken.

“You heard. Must be a hell of a pussy by now. Well, I taught her everything. She was a boring virgin before me, you two should thank me.”

“That him?” Dean asks and you nod. “Awesome. Sammy, take care of Y/N as it will get ugly right now.” Dean says grinning.

Before Joshua knows what hit him he feels Dean’s fist collide with his face, breaking the smaller hunter’s nose on its way.

“Dean!” You scream shocked but Dean doesn’t stop after one punch.

“I got this Sweetheart. You know this, you bastard, is my lovely girlfriend. She told me everything you pathetic, weak little asshole did to her. I know that you were barely able to get hard and punished her for your failure. Losers like you make me sick.”

“I didn’t…” Joshua stammers.

“Did I allow you to talk? I’m not done. You had three punches from me by now and you are already a bloody mess. Your nose is broken, and your eye doesn’t look good. I’m normally a simple man, I don’t hurt human, got it. But for you, I’ll make an acceptation. Except you apologize to Y/N, for everything you ever did to her.”

“She’s not worth it, Winchester. You will see she’s a boring little slut.” Joshua spats and Dean’s fist meets his other eye, his jaw, and finally his aching nose again.”

“What did you say? I think I misheard.” Dean says raising his fist once again.

“I’m sorry for everything. For not being there for you, for blaming you that I couldn’t get hard, for hitting you, cheating on you. For yelling and making you feel small and weak. Please tell him to stop.” Joshua pleas now and you smile down at him.

“Dean, he’s not worth your time, just a pathetic little man. God, he even peed his pants. What a strong hunter you are. Not able to satisfy a woman, only to hurt women but you do not stand a chance against a real man.” You chuckle.

“You heard the lady, worthless scum. You’re a weak little worm. Never dare to talk to my girl again, don’t even think about her or I’ll come back and break your face even harder.”

Eagerly nodding, even if it hurts like hell, Joshua starts sobbing. Feeling humiliated and weak he knows how you felt for over three years.

“Let’s roll, I got some energy left for my lovely girlfriend.” Dean chuckles cleaning his hand at Joshua’s shirt.

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“You really didn’t have to do that for me but thank you, Dean. For the first time, I feel free of the weight on my shoulders.”

“That’s my job as your boyfriend,” Dean says stalking toward your half-naked form.

“Not your only job, you promised me you got some stamina left if I recall right.”

“Damn right, lady. I’ll make you feel things you never felt before.”

“Uh-huh…”

“Oh, yeah, you will see, Baby.”

“Show me what you got, Dean Winchester!”

“I will do so right now.” Licking his lips, he eyes you up and down. The only fabric covering your naked body gets ripped off and tossed aside. You want to scold him for ruining another pair of panties, but you couldn’t care less.

When your back hits the mattress Dean’s lips capture yours in a soft kiss. Gentle hands roam your body while he presses his hard erection against your aching core.

“Dean, I want to feel you.”

“Let me hold you a bit longer. We’ve got all night, Sweetheart.”

“I know, Dean but right now I want to forget everything he ever did to me and the only way is to replace every memory I have of me and him together with a new memory of you and me.” You whisper.

“How could he ever hurt you or let you go? Such a fool.” Dean whispers.

The plump pillows of his lips pressed against your temple Dean groans when you wrap your hand around his cock. Guiding him into your wet cunt you enjoy the loud sigh leaving his lips.

Your legs propped around his waist you smile when he slowly starts rocking into you. Softly kissing your neck Dean moves one hand behind your head to bring you close to him. Lips claiming yours he slides his tongue with yours.

Tenderly caressing his back with your hands, you feel a single tear roll down your cheek. Not knowing what he did wrong Dean looks at you with panic in his eyes, but you shake your head.

“I love you, is all Dean.” You whisper and he smiles down at you. His lips find yours again and all you want right at that moment is Dean to hold you tight for the rest of your life.

----

“You really hit him hard, Dean.”

“That asshole dared to talk to you like that. He deserves so much more. I swear if he ever tries to look into your direction I will rip him apart.”

“No one ever protected me like that.”

“Really? Not even your dad?”

“He left us when I was four or five.”

“A hunter too?”

“Just a normal guy, not a hunter. He found a new woman and left mom and me. After that, my mom changed. She started training and was away for days, sometimes weeks, so my aunt raised me.”

“Your mom was a hunter then?”

“After she died I found her diary. I read it over and over again. First I thought my mom was crazy or something but then one night someone, or rather something attacked me.”

“Did you got hurt?”

“I was a cop back then and due to this fact I was well trained to defend myself, but the attacker didn’t back down. Not even after I shot him with my gun. Then I saw something in his eyes and remembered something called ‘Shapeshifter’ from my mom’s diaries. I knew silver would hurt him so I took the silver knife my mom always carried and stabbed him.”

“Damn, girl, you are one badass.” Dean chuckles.

“Just lucky I didn’t throw the knife away. My mom’s initials were carved into the handle so I kept it.”

“After that, you became a hunter?”

“Not right away. I told my boss that something was off with the guy attacking me, told him about the eyes and stuff. He was a friend before and I thought I can trust me. A week later I got suspended and they wanted me to go to a psychologist, Dean.”

“One fly over the cuckoo's nest?”

“Exactly. No one believed a single word and I realized my mom fought against those stubborn idiots her whole life.”

“So she was a hunter before your dad left you?”

“According to her diaries, she was and gave up hunting for him. After he left she lost interest in normal life, in me. I was a burden, I guess, but my aunt raised me well.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“Don’t be, Dean. Without my mother, I would’ve never met you.”

“True. How did you get that lucky to have a piece of my cute ass?” Dean chuckles and you look up at him with a grin on your face.

“Only a piece? No, Mr. Winchester…your whole ass is mine. Got it?”

“Yes, ma’am. My ass is all yours, forever.”

“Then mine is yours too.”

“Deal. See we got a lot in common…”

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[holylulusworld]

Never too late…

Summary: Love hurts…it’s always been that way. Especially when you are in love with the wrong man.

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam, OMC Jeremy

Warnings: language, angst, smut, protected sex, oral (female receiving), fingering, virgin reader, loss of virginity, mentions of rape (implied; nothing explicit), possessive Dean (a bit)

Before it’s too late … Masterlist

Two months later…

“I can go alone, Dean. I’m not a child!”

“No, no. You want to visit that bastard! I won’t leave you alone with that monster!”

“I want to ask him why he…I need to know Dean. I need to know why he hurt me and thought so low of me that he thought I deserve to have my first time on the dirty ground behind a restaurant. I just need to know…he seemed so nice.”

“You can ask him those entire questions but I will come with you.” Dean insists.

“Do you want to hold my hand too?”

“If you want me to.”

“That was a joke, Winchester. You’re such a mother hen!”

“I’m just worried, okay. I will come with you and I will hold your hand with pleasure.”

Searching his face you know he’s serious. Odd. Since months Dean refuses to let you go somewhere alone. You’re not able to leave the bunker without him by your side. He seems to play your personal bodyguard.

“Fine. You can come with me but you don’t need to hold my hand,” you scold and his face falls.

Letting out a deep sigh he looks at his hands.

“But you could hold my hand…if you want to.”

Giving you a heart-melting smile he eagerly nods at you. Eyes rolling you grab your stuff to run toward the Impala.

“Wait up, kiddo!” Dean chuckles.

“Dean…” Sam warns.

“Huh?”

“No funny business!”

“I don’t know what you are talking about, Sammy. I’m only helping a friend. I can’t let her enter the prison by herself. All those perverts. I don’t want her to be alone with that bastard.”

“Sure, Dean and I’m a cheerleader,” Sam chuckles.

“Oh, you are a cheerleader? Do you have pompoms too?”

“Seriously, don’t hurt her. If you can give her what she needs, don’t go any further. I mean it, Dean, she deserves happiness.

“I know, Sammy. I want to give her all she needs.

“If it gets too intense with that bastard.”

“I’ll rip him into pieces if he moves the wrong muscle.”

“You need to stay cool…for Y/N.”

“I know. I will try to control my temper. I swear.”

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“Agents. You can go in now and ask him some questions. Good thing we caught him. That guy is responsible for three rapes in the last year.” The guard explains.

“Oh, we didn’t know that,” you whisper.

“Well, the cops took his DNA and found three open cases. The DNA matched perfectly. He will get arrested for a long time. That asshole played the nice guy. After one or two dates, he raped the girls. One of the victims barely survived. He punched her jaw, she fell backward and hit her head. Even knowing she’s injured he raped her,” the guard explains.

“Bastard!” Dean grunts.

“Well, he has a huge fan club in here. The inmates really like him.”

“What do you mean?” You ask.

“Let’s say one of the inmates got to know that one of the girls was underage when he attacked her. She was barely 16 back then. Our inmates are no angels but they don’t like men touching innocent girls.”

“I still don’t know why he has a fan club…” you wonder.

“I guess what the guard wants to tell us is that the other inmates gave him some of his own medicine, right?”

“Correct, Agent.” The guard says with a grin on his face.

“Wait…oh…” You say eyes widen.

“We should hurry and you can ask him some questions,” Dean whispers.

-----

“You! This is all your fault! Do you know what happened to me in here? You bitch!” Jeremy yells and curses.

“I guess karma bit you in the ass. Literally.” Dean snickers.

“I should’ve never wasted my time with you. The other chick was much hotter but she was busy licking into your friend’s mouth. Why are you here you worthless bitch?”

“I wanted to know why you did what you did. But I already know the answer, you’re a monster. You did this before and you would’ve done it more often if Dean didn’t stop you. Everything that happened to you in here isn’t enough. You are a monster.”

“You should thank me! At least one man wanted to fuck your uptight virgin pussy. Do you think you will get someone better than me?”

“You son of a bitch, I’ll kill you,” Dean curses already jumping out of his chair.

“No, Dean. Let’s go. I don’t know why I came here. That was a waste of time. He’s a monster. We don’t analyze the other monsters too much. We find them and take them down. That’s what we did here too.”

Taking your hand in his Dean leads you out of the interrogation room. Almost holding his breath, he watches your sad face.

“Don’t let this get to you. He’s an asshole. You deserve much better, Y/N.”

“He’s right. Do you know why I’m still…a virgin?”

“No, no. That’s too private.”

“Every time I liked a guy and thought…uh…well…let’s do it he rejected me. High school, college…you…every time I feel brave enough to tell someone how I feel he rejects me. That’s the reason…No one ever wanted me, Dean.”

“Hey, that’s not true!”

“It is. Let’s drive back to the motel. I’m exhausted and only want to sleep some hours until we drive back to the bunker. This was a waste of time and energy.”

-----

“Was the shower good?” Dean asks looking at your half-naked form. Only wearing a scratchy towel you shrug your shoulders.

“At least I could wash off the stink…but not his words,” you whisper.

“Please don’t believe no man ever wanted you. I wanted you…always…”

“Dean, stop talking to me like I’m a stupid child. Don’t pity me, okay. I don’t need this right now. I feel bad enough. Your pity makes it even worse. Why don’t you go and find your latest flavor?” You mutter.

“I don’t want another flavor! I only want to taste you! Uh…that sounded kinda creepy…”

“Don’t act like I would turn you on! Was that Sam’s idea to make me feel better?”

“No…Sammy told me to not try any funny business but I need to tell you I always wanted you. Please let me show you how beautiful you are to me.”

“Can we stop pretending that you give a shit about my feelings? You showed me how you really think about me months ago. Rejecting me was one thing. I never thought you would feel the same…I didn’t expect that you fall in love with me but you hurt me on purpose! That’s what you did…you were cruel some.” You sob.

“It was my way to keep you away from me. I’m like a death sentence, Y/N. Being with me. Loving me…being loved by me means death.”

“Oh, yeah. That’s the reason you lived with Lisa. The reason you told Cassie about hunting…but you are right both are dead. No wait, they are alive!”

“Lisa barely made it out alive! Castiel saved her just in time!”

“I’m a hunter. I know what’s out there. Don’t lie. You rejected me as I’m not what you want. I’m not sexy. I don’t wear short dresses or smear make-up on my face. I’m not pretty…neither am I beautiful.”

“You are beautiful, dammit. Let me love you!” Dean yells before crushing his lips onto yours. Hands moving into your hair he presses you against the wall. His demanding tongue invades your mouth while your knees go weak.

“You don’t love me.” You mutter against his lips.

“Shut up and let me love you,” Dean insists.

One swift motion and your towel is gone. Fully naked you want to hide your modesty. Face crimson you look for something to wear.

“Don’t hide. I want to see all of you, Y/N. Let me see all of you, please.”

“You don’t want to see someone like me naked. My scars and I’m not sure about my breasts…”

“They are fucking sexy. You are fucking gorgeous…and mine. No one else can ever see you like that. Only me.” Dean states kissing you once again. This time he takes his time. Slow and gently he presses his lips against yours. His hands are in your hair. Holding you in place.

When he finally breaks the kiss you are a mess. Weak knees, kiss-swollen lips, and panting…

His rough hands move under your ass to pick you up. Out of instinct, you move your legs around his waist only to feel his hard cock pressing against your core.

Your eyes widen when he ruts against you with a cocky grin on his face.

“Uh…Is this some kind of pity fuck?”

“If you ever say something like that again I will slap your ass and you won’t ride shotgun for a while.”

“But look at you and then look at me.”

“I want to do more than just looking!” With that, he lies you down onto the bed. His hard body presses you into the mattress. Tilting his head, he flicks his tongue around your nipples and you let out an audible moan.

“Keep on doing this and I’ll embarrass myself and come in my pants,” Dean warns.

“What?”

“Fucking sexy. Don’t hold back when I’m inside of you. I want to hear every fucking noise you can make.”

“I…uh…”

Lips sealed around your hardening nub Dean sucks and slightly bites at it. Satisfied with his work he gives your other nipple the same treatment.

In the mood to play, he kneels between your legs. Kneading your breasts, he groans.

“Look at your perfect breasts. Those are mine now. No one else can touch those.”

“But what about me? I need to touch them…” You giggle.

“No, no. I’ll do it.”

Raising an eyebrow you watch him kissing down your stomach. His eyes are focussed on your mound. Planting a soft kiss to it he moves his fingers through your wet folds. Diving his tongue into your pussy he growls against you.

“Dean…uh…What?”

“No one ate you out before?”

Shaking your head you can see the surprise on his face.

“Fuck, mine. All mine.”

Knowing no one made you come like that before Dean starts eating you out like a man starving. His lips wrapped around your little nub he sucks and licks until you start whimpering.

Close to your first high you tug at Dean’s hair right before you scream his name. Not waiting for you to calm down he circles one finger over your entrance.

Wet fingers slowly pushing into you. The intrusion doesn’t hurt only the stretch is uncommon for you. Gently stroking your walls Dean searches for your g-spot.

Seeing your squirm under his touch he knows he found what he was looking for.

Rubbing, stroking and circling he moves his fingers inside your slick channel. Fisting the sheets, you buck your hips toward his fingers when you pulse around his digits.

“So, beautiful when you come for me. No one else can see you like that, only me,” Dean rasps stills stroking your walls.

Finally retreating his fingers, he licks them clean with a low growl. Chewing you lip you watch him undress.

His body is firm but he has soft spots too. Like his tummy. The little freckles cover almost his whole body. Letting your eyes roam his body they land on his huge cock and you get nervous.

“We will make it fit. I won’t hurt you, only make you mine.”

“How shall that monster fit?” You ask.

“Don’t worry. You can take me, Baby. Believe me. You will take me.”

Rummaging in his bag Dean grabs a condom. Slowly crawling back on the bed he kneels between your still spread legs. Sitting on the bed you get braver. Touching his cock carefully with one finger you giggle when it bobs.

Giving you a smile full of adoration he kisses your cheek softly. He never was with someone so innocent before.

“Do you want me? We can stop if you don’t want me, Y/N.”

One hand grabbing his neck you kiss him roughly. Your other hand wraps around his cock to stroke the impressive ‘monster’.

“I guess this means you want mean…”

“Hmmm…”

Opening the package of the condom Dean rolls it over his dick. Carefully lining himself up with you entrance he pushes only the tip in. Eyes closed you feel the wide stretch it’s uncomfortable but it doesn’t hurt too much.

Slowly moving back and forth Dean pushes further in with every thrust. After what feels like hours he’s finally able to bottom out.

Finally balls deep he rests his forehead against yours. Your walls squeeze and pulse around his dick and he tries so hard not to come right now.

“Fuck, you so tight. I…god, Baby. You feel perfect around me.” He whispers against your lips.

“You were right. We made it fit,” you say laughing.

“Does it feel good or am I hurting you?”

“I feel a light pressure and I can feel your…ahem…cock twitch. But I don’t feel too much pain.”

“Not too much? I’m hurting you.”

“No, please. I want you to move. Make me feel good. Make me forget about him. I want you.”

Smiling he kisses you softly. One hand gently placed behind your back and the other caressing your lips with his thumb Dean starts moving.

The dragging of his cock against your walls is an indescribable feeling. Almost hitting your cervix he thrusts into you in a slow and even pace.

Hips rolling against yours he starts kissing you again. A strange feeling is spreading through your lower abdomen.

Moving your hands around his back you hold tight onto Dean for dear life. He’s moving faster now, thrusting harder. Almost pumping into you he groans against your lips. The twitching of his cock gets stronger while your toes start to curl.

“I…Dean. I think…” Screaming you dig your nails deep into his flesh. A loud growl leaves his lips when you do so.

Not able to hold back any longer when your pussy is almost choking his dick Dean pounds harder into you. Loud noises leave your lips when you feel the coil snap again. This time you scratch your nails down his back and he comes with a loud shout of your name.

“Fuck. Do that every time.” Dean groans.

“What?”

“Your nails…that’s…I love it.”

“Kinky?”

Chuckling at your words Dean gently pulls out of you. After tossing the condom in the bin he wraps his arms around you to bring you onto his chest.

“Was that okay? Do you feel good?”

“Yeah. That was more than okay, Dean.” You whisper.

“So we can do this again. I mean…like every night?”

“You want to do it every night?”

“With you? Yes. I love you, Y/N. I’m sorry I saw you so late.”

“Dean, when you love someone it’s never too late…”

THE END

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