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[toria-writes]

You Shook Me All Night Long

Summery: You show Dean how you can "shake him all night long."

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader

Warnings: Implied Smut

Words: 452

Authors Note: This was written for @deanwanddamons for Rock SPN Flash Fan Fic Challenge. I had the song "You Shook Me All Night Long" by AC/DC

This is unbeta'd and all mistakes are my own. Enjoy!

      Dean was sitting at another dive bar, sipping on another beer, in another town. He was lost in the music coming from the jukebox, "You Shook Me All Night Long", one of his favorites by AC/DC. All of a sudden, he spotted some tight, blue jeans gyrating to the music. He swiveled his head and his breath hitched. Those jeans were skintight and belonged to a striking, curvy beauty. His eyes drank her in. Her tight top left little to the imagination. He felt his jeans tighten. Suddenly, her eyes locked on his. She stopped dancing and made her way over to the bar. 

"Hey Tony, another please?", you asked the bartender, pointing to your empty glass. You turned your (y/c/e) eyes to Dean. "Enjoying the show, creep?", you said deadpanned. 

"Uh, I'm, s-sorry miss," he stammered. Then he seemed to collect himself. "You just seemed to be enjoying this song as much as I am," he said with a panty dropping smile and a wink.

"Hmmmm, alright Cowboy," you said chuckling. 

"Dean," he said, offering you his hand to shake.

"(Y/N)", you said. With a mischievous twinkle in your eye. Leaning on the seat next to him, you whispered breathily in his ear, "Let's finish up our drinks, and I'll show you how you can be shook all night long." 

 

You and Dean struggled to get the door open to the room, as you were all over each other."Get on the bed," you ordered him, as you locked the door and put on the security chain. He scrambled onto the bed, lying on his back, as he watched you reach into your pocket, and pull out something shiny. Wandering near the bed, you reached next to his head and dropped some quarters into the box, the bed started vibrating.

"Magic Fingers!", he said excitedly. 

"Plenty more where that came from," you said giggling, as you reached over and pulled 2 rolls of quarters out of the nightstand drawer.

"You sure know how to spoil a guy, (Y/N)," said Dean. "You know how much I love the 'pick up a stranger at a bar' game.

"I know," you purred seductively. Taking off your shirt and climbing on the bed.

 

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A few orgasms and a roll and a half of quarters later you heard the door open up, but the chain stopped it.

"Oh, come on guys!", you heard Sam's voice call in through the Crack in the door. "I told you to put a sock on the door or something! Ugh, I'll be back in 20 minutes!"

You and Dean looked at each other and started cracking up.

[toria-writes]

Spare Me

Summary: You convince Dean and Sam to stop at a bowling alley.

Pairing: Dean Winchester/Reader (platonic), Sam Winchester/Reader (friends)

Warnings: Mention of family's death

Word Count: 1,677 Words

A/N: This is my very first written and published fic. Hope you enjoy it as much as I do! Feedback is always appreciated!

    “Bowling!” You squealed, as the Impala drove by a neon lit sign on the side of the road. “Can we stop? Please, please, please, please?” you begged the two Winchester brothers in the front seat. 

    Dean and Sam looked at each other, unsure.

    “Oh, come on guys! What else better do we have to do right now?” you pleaded.

    “Get drunk?” replied Dean, chuckling.

    “Perfect!” you exclaimed.”Bowling alleys usually have bars and serve greasy food!” you argued. “Please, can we play a couple of games? If you’re both having a miserable time, we can leave, I promise.”

    The brothers looked at each other again with uncertainty and had one of their silent exchanges back and forth, as you stared them both down, with your best puppy dog eyes. Dean huffed, and said, “Fine. A couple of games, some drinks and food, then we’re heading back to the motel room.”

    You squealed with delight, “Thank you boys, you won’t regret it!” 

    Dean swung Baby around and pulled into the lot of the bowling alley. As the three of you were getting out you rifled through your duffle bag, as the boys waited for you. “Aha! Here they are!” You said as you turned around triumphantly, getting out of the car. In your hands were a pair of bowling shoes, white and light blue metallic in color, with some signs of wear.

    “Do you always carry those around with you?” Sam asked incredulously. 

    “Yeah, why?” You asked

    “No reason,” Sam chuckled.

    “You’re lucky I don’t have my bowling ball with me too,” you chuckled, as Sam gave you a quizzical look. You bounded towards the entrance, excited to experience the sights and sounds of a bowling alley again, after a few year’s absence. The sound of the balls rolling down the shiny alleys, the pins crashing, the sound of the ball return machines. It was a place you felt at home. Your family and you used to go bowling weekly, but that was before a skinwalker, disguised as your new family dog, attacked your parents and sister, eating their hearts. You were next, barely holding it off with a silver plated cake server, but then the Winchesters burst through your front door, guns blazing and took out the skinwalker, with their silver bullets.  You left with them that day,after they eliminated the rest of the pack, and haven’t looked back since. You quickly learned about all things that go bump in the night and decided you were going to become a hunter to help other people from feeling the pain and loss you carried with you everyday. That was the reason your bowling shoes were always with you, they reminded you of happier times with your family. You found you had a natural talent for the hunter’s life, and the boys were glad to have you on their team. 

    You approached the front desk and a young twenty-something woman greeted you. “How can I help you?” she asked, batting her eyelashes at Sam and Dean.

    “Can we have a lane for three, please, and shoes for two, I have my own,” you said, holding up your pair. 

    “Sure,” she replied. “What sizes?” she asked as she looked at the boys.

    “Uh, 11, replied Dean. 

     “12,” replied Sam.

    The girl turned around to grab the two pairs in the correct size and stared into Sam’s eyes as she placed them on the counter in front of them. “Hmm, big feet,” she said, raising her eyebrows as she said it, with a smirk. Sam stared back at her and said with a wink, “That’s not all.”

    You saw the girl’s breath hitch as she spluttered out, “Uh, um, lane four.” Her cheeks and ears tinged bright pink. 

    “We will need a menu too, please,” you asked the poor flustered girl. She handed you one, while in a daze, never once taking her eyes off Sam. “Thanks,” you replied.

“N-no problem,” she stammered as you all turned to walk toward your lane. 

    As you got out of earshot of the front counter, you turned to the younger Winchester. “Sam!! That poor girl,” you admonished. “She almost passed out!” 

    “Sorry, (Y/N), it’s been awhile,” Sam said sheepishly while rubbing his hand on the back of his neck.

    “Well, Sam, strike while the iron is hot! You better go back and at least get that girl’s number, It’s bad manners to leave her hanging like that!”

    “Uh, yeah, I’ll, uh, meet you guys at the lane,” Sam said, as he jogged back towards the desk.

    “It’s the least you could do, after ruining her panties,” you muttered under your breath. Dean burst out laughing to your right. You blushed and said, “Didn’t think you heard that.”

    “Oh, I heard you alright, Sweetheart,” Dean said, still chuckling.

    You both found your lane and sat down to put on your bowling shoes. You and Dean were picking your bowling balls from the racks as Sam bounced back over to the two of you. 

    “She gets off at ten,” Sam announced proudly. 

    “Way to go, Casanova!” Dean guffawed as slapped Sam on the back.

    You were putting your names into the computer to keep your scores, as the waitress came over to take your order. Without looking up you said, “Two pitchers of beer and 2 large pizzas, one meat lovers and one veggie, please?” 

    “Sure, coming right up,” she said as she spun on her heel to go put your order in. 

    When you turned around Sam and Dean were staring at you. “Whaat?” you asked. “It’s classic bowling alley food, and I want you both to get the full experience. The meat lovers is for Dean and the veggie is for Sam, obviously.” You heard Dean chuckle to your right. “And, I’ll eat either one,” you stated matter of factly. “So,” you said turning around. “I’ll go first, then Dean and then…”

    “Sammy?! Really, (Y/N)??” Sam asked, giving you his best bitch face, while reading the screen overhead. You started to giggle as Dean burst out laughing. Both of you knowing he preferred to be called “Sam”.

    Just then the waitress returned with your 2 pitchers of beer and 3 glasses. “Here you go, let me know if you need anything else,” she said, placing them on your table. You poured the three drinks for you all, and took a big gulp of yours. Dean doing the same.

    “Now that’s what I'm talking about!” he said.    “Let’s bowl!” You got up, grabbed your ball and took a deep breath. You approached the foul line and as soon as the ball left your hand, you knew. CRASH!! A perfect strike! You turned to look at the boys grinning, only to find them both mid-sip with their mouths hanging open, staring at you.

    “What?” you asked. “I was in a weekly league for 13 years!”  you said, smiling. 

    “You never cease to amaze me, Sweetheart!” said Dean as he got up to take his turn. Luckily, he didn’t see your face turn bright red as you blushed furiously at his compliment.

“Um, t-thanks,” you stuttered out as you caught Sam’s eye, and he gave you a knowing look.  

    For the next couple of hours you and the boys had fun bowling, drinking beer, and eating pizza. It was a perfect day and you made sure to take many pictures with your phone. Including one of you drinking straight from the pitcher, as the boys laughed, cheering you on. You even got one of the bowlers on the next lane to take a few group photos of you three. 

“Let’s just stop for a moment, and really enjoy this day for what it is,” you said, to the boys, as they looked at you quizzically. “A day where we just get to enjoy living, without the weight of saving the world on our shoulders,” you said with a whimsical smile.

“Hells yeah!” Exclaimed Dean. “I’ll drink to that!” He raised his glass and you and Sam did the same, clinking them together and all taking the last sips of your beers. 

“We should definitely do this more often (Y/N),” said Sam.   

“Yeah, it seems a great place for you to pick up girls Sam,” you said teasingly, smirking.

“Speaking of which, it’s almost ten now,” Sam said, checking the time and walking away from the two of you. “I’ll meet you back at the motel later tonight...or tomorrow!” he said, laughing as you both watched him walk away, shaking your heads. 

“So, what now Winchester?” you asked Dean. Your (e/c) eyes meeting his green ones. 

“Well, I could think of a few things to pass the time,” he said suggestively, wiggling his eyebrows.

“You wish, Winchester,” you scoffed, trailing your finger down his muscular chest. “Seems Sammy is the only one getting lucky tonight,” you said in a breathy voice. He quickly hid the disappointment on his face. You definitely had strong feelings for Dean, with his charming good looks, big caring heart and his fierce loyalty, but you did not want to ruin the perfect set up the three of you had. You refused to be another notch on his bedpost, just to ruin your little “family” you had made for yourself.”How about a beer and snack run, then a movie night back at the motel?” you suggested, trying hard to keep your breathing even.

Dean’s face lit up. “That sounds perfect Sweetheart! Who says Sammy is the only lucky one tonight?” he said with a wink.

“I’ve got the perfect movie in mind, too,” you said with a smile. “Kingpin,” you said proudly.

He looked at you and smiled, “Any movie with Bill Murray in it, is a win in my book!” As you walked out he put his arm around your shoulder and said, “My girl sure knows how to pick ’em!” 

    You walked out of the bowling alley with a grin on your face, seriously debating if you made the correct decision to remain platonic friends.