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next time if you ever feel like falling back to old habits just remember this

personally, there's no better motivation than remembering that there's probably many people out there who don't want me to succeed.

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Do you have any lowkey supernatural desktop wallpapers? I’m in desperate need of some comfort at work and I’m hoping having a little Supernatural may help. I saw your phone wallpapers and thought it wouldn’t hurt to ask! Thank you!!!

hellooo!!! i found quite a few!! hopefully one of them is to your liking!! if not, i can try to find some more :))

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Happy November 5th to everyone who's celebrating!

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★ kinktober file 01 — wandering star, d. winchester

based on this request here, fem! reader, 18+ mdni, warnings of established relationship, degradation, dumbification, edging, p in v, oral sex, praise kink, english is not my first lenguage (thank god!) any mistakes? i’m not sorry for it, feel free to hit me up with requests in my inbox to keep kinktober going! <3 also, dividers by @cafekitsune!

He’s cocky after a hunt goes the way he wants.

Dean Winchester’s always a damn headache after a sucessful solved case. He gets in this mood where he feels invincible and well, he just feels like he could win the lottery if he puts his mind into it.

Sam’s done by the time you guys are in the next town, checking into another cheap motel. The older Winchester has been a damn pain in the ass the whole ride so the first thing he does when you guys ask for separate rooms? Ditch the problem to you.

“He’s your boyfriend,” he’d say, obviously done with his sassy attitude as he left to his own private space — Sacred space he values since you appeared. “You deal with him.”

You love your boyfriend that’s for sure but after a hunt? Your muscles are sore, you feel like you’re going to get sick and on top of all? You been dying for a hot shower and bed.

Dean’s plans are way different, cause by the time Sam leaves saying he’s going to buy burgers in any open restaurant, he’s all over you. Literally.

“Why are you so needy?” you ask furrowing your brows, he’s in a good mood now that he survived a violent ghost who’s bones you had to burn, and honestly, it doesn’t make any sense: The rush of adrenaline? The near death experience? Usually he’s deep in his third dream by now, but that night? He got this grin in his face when he’s pushing you to the motel bed despite any response he could recieve—. “Dean.”

“Just want to make m’lady feel on cloud nine,” he says, planting soft kisses on the exposed skin of your neck, a fight you cannot possibly win. “Can I do that? Take care of my girl?”

Thing is, deep down, you don’t want to win any fight. Not that one at least when Dean’s pulling you to the edge of the bed, unblucking his belt as he lets the fabric of his jeans fall to the floor, he’s craving you ever since you pulled this show up in the morning when you said there was no time to shower together since the case was so important. Naked, standing in a foggy bathroom: You won’t let him have you? Not even ten minutes? Fucking unfair.

He can do a lot in ten. You do love it even when it’s rushed, when Sam’s pushing on the other side of the door screaming something about being late, his only goal is to take whatever he needs, so in ten minutes he can do plenty. He can kneel on the slippery floor, filthy thoughts as he helps you lift up your leg — “Such a pretty pussy, already dripping for me?” he would said, the sound of his voice imprinted in your memory. The warm water burns on your skin as he uses a hand to spread you open, buring his face in your cunt without a previous warning.

Even under the shower he makes you sweat. Dean’s damn skilled so he knows what spot he needs to hit to get you there, the wet sounds that fill the bathroom on random mornings — He knows you’re getting there when his digits finally fill you up in a way you can even describe, his tongue lapping over your clit, taking his time, savouring each sound he manages to get out of you, the way you say his name when he’s nose-deep in what he claims belongs to him.

And god you’re a mess. A fucking mess every single time.

“You owe me,” Dean says confident, “We solve the case, job done here. I want your full attention now.”

He has it soon after. Every ounce of it.

He’s not patient enough to play with you before like he would do in the morning, in the dirty motel you’re now at the hunter would mumble something about not giving a single fuck about preparing you cause you’re already wet enough for him, something about being already used to his size cause he’d fucked you plenty of times before, that your warm and tight cunt is already prepared for him cause you’ve been his for months, convinced that you can take him. No problem at all.

“You were such a bitch to me this morning,” he says, pushing your cheek against the matress, not caring enough about your comfort as he forces himself inside you, muffling the sounds of your moans as he places his hand on your mouth, keeping you in place—. “Do you have any idea of how hard is to concentrate on a ghost when all I can think is to have you beneath?”

He’s rough when he’s needy, straight up filthy as he lets his primal desires take over. Dean forgets about it all. His hand collides against your ass a couple of times, spanking hard enough so the skin is red to be visibly noticiable, to make you think about another pain more than the one you felt as he’s finally buried inside you.

“Atta girl” he praises, leaning to place kisses on your shoulders, giving you just enough time to adjust— “Lookin’ so pretty when full of my cock.”

He enjoys the view so much. So damn much Dean chuckles for a second, almost proud of the mess he’s done with you, always so damn tight, already clenching on his dick as you squirm desesperate to move. He got you where he wants you to be.

“Move that nice ass for me,” he says seconds after, demanding you to take him faster as he moves you at the rythm he needs—. “That’s it, fuck yourself pretty witch, work for it.”

“Dean,” you whine, the sound distant thanks to his fingers covering your mouth— “Dean-please”

“What are you begging for?” he chuckles, the sound of his laugh making your skin shiver as his hips buckle up to meet the pace you’ve been setting— “My girl is dumb for my cock already? Only a few minutes in and my baby is talking nonsense?”

He’s giving you exactly what you need, that nice pace as he grabs you by the tights, fingers buried in your skin as his movements become more erratic, desesperate as the time passes.

Dean waits. Cause he can be a cruel son of a bitch sometimes, drive you fucking mad cause he knows when’s you’re close to release, when you’re ready to cum as he slides his cock off, leaving you hollow as you loudly gasp.

“What the actual-fuck?” you ask clearly annoyed, looking over your shoulder as he offers you a sly grin—. “Dean, what the fuck?”

“We are goint to work in some manners here,” he says, grabbing you by the hair, roughly pulling your head to the side so he can look at your face while speaking—. “Cause you’re not doing to me what you did in the morning ever again. Teasing me all fucking day, acting all innocent about it. No. You’re gonna cum when I say so. And we’re gonna start all over again ‘till that big brains of yours finally gets it: No more leaving Dean Winchester all hard in the bathroom.”

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My Little Secret Masterlist

Summary: When a tragic accident happens, Dean takes a drastic measure in order to save the person he cares about most…

Pairing: Mechanic!Dean x reader

Word Count: 5.6K

Warnings: language, death, mention of hell/torture

A/N: This mini series is complete!

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Dean Winchester x gn!reader

Summary: Giving sick Dean a handjob to make him feel/sleep better! 🫡

NSFW. Minors DNI. Not proof read ❌

Do you remember that one episode in season 1 where Dean is wearing a hoodie while sick? This is inspired by it 🗣️

Dean has had a sickness for about a week now. You all have been hauled up in the same motel and it has gotten boring. You have the choice to pack up and drive to another, but with the state that Dean is in, neither you or Sam wanted to take the chance. The sickness wasn’t life threatening; no need to take him to a hospital.

He has his own little set up on his bed. Tissues, water, and snacks on the side table, and a small trash bin on the floor. You had to remind Dean to drink his water every 5-10 minutes because he’d forget. At the moment, you were sat on the edge of his bed with his hand in yours. You were rubbing his knuckles while he tried to sleep. Sam went to a nearby store to get more things for Dean and some food. A few more minutes have passed and Dean still hasn’t fallen asleep. So, he eventually gave up and opened his eyes and were met with yours once you turned to look at him.

“Can’t sleep?” You asked. “I’d be asleep right now if I could.” Dean answered. You rolled your eyes before making a suggestion.

“I could help.” You said, as you brought his hand up to your face to kiss his knuckles. Then you brought it back down.

It went silent and Dean just started at you. Then it finally clicked on what you meant. He nodded and attempted to get a better grip on your hand to pull you in, but of course he’s sick so that didn’t turn out too well. Either way you got closer to him, gave him a kiss on his chapped lips, and started to move the blanket a little. Once your hand was under, you pulled down his pants and underwear to be met with his leaking cock. Dean sucked in a breath when your hand made contact. When you started to move your hand, he moaned and tried to raise his hips.

“Come on.” Dean pleaded. His wish came true when you sped up. When pre would gather at his tip you would swipe it off with your thumb and use it to make it easier to stroke him. With every whimper and groan that fell from Dean’s mouth it just made you want to do more for him. But with him being sick, you took it at a good pace.

When Dean got closer to the edge you moved your hand quicker. Allowing him to feel the pleasure of finishing. Dean raised his hips into your hand as his head went back and eyes shut. He gasped and whimpered as cum spurted onto his hoodie. Heavy breathing could be heard breaking the silence of the room. “You did good.” You praised. Dean groaned when you let go of his cock and moved the blankets completely out of the way.

You told him to take off his hoodie so you could get him another. Also a new pair of pants. When everything got done you gave Dean a kiss and told him to go to bed.

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The Shallows

Summary: A few months after moving to a quiet little lake town on the edge of the state park, the reader has a near death experience and is saved by a man close by. When the police don’t take her seriously, he does and the pair stumble onto something bigger than they imagined…

Pairing: Wildlife Agent!Dean x reader

Word Count: 8.4K

Warnings: language, implied smut (protected sex), mentioned past domestic violence (not graphic), near drowning

A/N: Inspired by the song “Shallow” by Lady Gaga & Bradley Cooper. Written for @atc74​​ ‘s Duets Reboot Challenge!

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A/N: This series is complete!

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This is really good.. Made me cry 😭

Not Losing You Masterlist

Summary: The reader is pulled over on the side of the road when a man suddenly appears and proceeds to collapse in front of her. Little does she know, that may be a good thing for them both…

Pairing: Mechanic!Dean x reader

Word Count: 19K

Warnings: language, life-threatening illness, implied past sexual harassment/assault

A/N: This series deals with some heavy topics and the looming threat of death so please read at your discretion. 

This series is complete!

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Face To Face

Square(s) Filled:  I Almost Do (song) @taylorswiftbingo

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Doctor!Reader

Summary: Seven years have gone by since she’s last seen her ex-boyfriend Dean after he left her with a broken heart – until one night when he ends up on her doorstep again and asks for help.

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: language, angst, heartbreak, mentions of cheating, soft!Dean, fluff

A/N 1: This was written as a request for @winchestergypsy90. I was tasked to write something fluffy with a little bit of angst for the song Leather and Lace by Stevie Nicks & Don Henley. I also combined its theme a little with Taylor Swift’s I Almost Do because it fit the story so nicely. A/N 2: And lastly, this shall also be my entry for sweet @awkward-and-indecisive​‘s follower challenge! Biggest congrats, my darling! 🥳🖤 My prompts were “heartbreak” (trope) & the quote “I don’t remember a fight or a reason, so what happened? Why did we break up?” can be found in bold.

Don’t worry – it has a happy ending, folks 😉

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The oven timer beeps, the dog barks, and she removes her headphones upon the commotion in the home. She grabs a few clutter items from the coffee table, tidying up on her way to the kitchen to retrieve a sheet of crusty pizza rolls. It’s late and she’s tired from her last shift at the hospital, too exhausted to cook herself a healthier meal.

Before she can take the anticipated first bite of cheesy deliciousness, there’s an unexpected knock at her door. Rebel barks again and runs tail-waggingly into the foyer, his owner hot on his heels. As she peeks through the peephole, her heart abruptly stops when she recognizes the green-eyed man on her doorstep.

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Starry Nights – Part 1

Chapter Title: Colorado

Pairings: Mechanic!Dean Winchester x Zoey Lafitte (OFC), Sam Winchester x Jessica Moore (minor)

Universe: Small Town AU

Characters: Zoey Lafitte (OFC), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Jessica Moore, Benny Lafitte, various OCs & other spn characters fill in as townies

Chapter Warnings: fluff, mutual pining, language, drinking, a bit of angst, a teeny bit of implied smut (we love our sex jokes)

Word Count: 4.8k

A/N: The first chapter of my little summer fling series is here! Still no idea how long this will be, but judging by my motivation & inspiration, it might go 15+ parts. The story takes place in 2006 in a fictional town in Colorado. This is all pretty much romance mixed with youthful stupidity and small-town charm.

And yes… I named you again. Consider me your mother at this point and accept the god-given name of Zoey Lafitte.

Hope you enjoy & Godspeed! ;)

Tags and requests are open! Just dm me or send me an ask ⚡️😈

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People buzzed around him, overloaded with luggage and joy, as Dean stood in the arrival terminal at Denver airport, waiting for his little brother and girlfriend. He was excited to have Sammy back for the summer – maybe even for good since the youngest Winchester had just graduated Stanford and was on his way home.

19:35 – LQ2378 – San Francisco, Dean read as he stared at the digital board listing the arrivals. Ten more minutes, and he’d see his little brother again.

As someone bumped into his shoulder and unapologetically rushed off, Dean was even more glad to leave the airport and city behind again and return to his quiet hometown. He hated the crowds and was afraid of flying. So in the past four years, he had only visited Sam a few times at college – and only taken his Impala for a road trip.

“Nice ass, Colorado,” it suddenly sounded from behind him. He didn’t even have to turn around fully before a small redheaded woman stood next to him with the smuggest grin he’d ever seen. She was wearing jeans shorts, a dark gray cut-out The Grateful Dead shirt, some black converse sneakers, and carried a heavy duffel bag between her legs. She also had a backpack swung over her shoulders that almost made her crumble. She dropped the heavy bag with a huff and let the backpack slide off her shoulders to the ground.

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One Day

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: The reader and Dean talk about their dream life away from hunting

Reader Gender: Implied female (I say “mommy”)

Word count: 1,233

Warnings: Dean being super cute, Some language

Authors Notes: Just wanted to write a super cute Dean fic. If you liked this, please spread the love by liking & reblogging. It really means a lot to me. Also, if you want to be on a tag list, message me! -XOXO, KD♡

It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon. The sky was clear and the sun was shining. You closed your eyes and felt the warmth of the sun on your face. You exhaled; a relaxing and calm one; something you haven’t been able to do in a really long time because of how chaotic things have been the last few months. When your eyes were closed, you heard the sound of kids laughing and running around; there was a playground right across from the bench you were sitting at. “So, Mr. Rogers over there saw nothing.” You opened your eyes, after the few moments of bliss and turned to see Dean now sitting next to you; handing you a cup of coffee; which you gladly took from his hand.

“Dean, that’s a little mean.” You said, and turned around to see quote on quote Mister Rogers sweeping away in front of his store. You then turned back to Dean. “Just because a man enjoys a nice sweater vest, doesn’t mean he’s Mister Rogers.” You commented, taking a sip of your coffee, almost burning your tongue. “Sonofabitch.” You mumbled.

Dean smirked. “Be careful Sweetheart, coffee’s still hot. Also, watch your language. There’s kids a foot.” He chuckled, and you playfully punched him in the arm. He fake winced, rubbing his arm. “Ow. You got quite the punch there Sweetheart.” He said, giving you a smile.

“I hope it packs quite the punch.” You started to say as you attempted to blow on your coffee. “I learned to punch from you.” You smirked and did your best to hold back your laughter. You turned to Dean, who just stared at you, shock and a little hurt on his face. You reached up and cupped his cheek. “You know I’m kidding babe.” You said and gave him a quite peck on the lips; instantly his mood changed to happy again. You turned back and faced in the direction you were facing in before; the direction of the playground. As you held your coffee, you couldn’t help but feel yourself smile seeing all of the little kids laughing and running around. Since you grew up in a hunting family, you never really got the chance to do a lot of the same things other kids got to do. Your parents never took you to the park or playground; you rarely got to play with kids your own age. The closest thing you got to playing with kids your own age is doing things with your brother who was five years older than you; and if you went to other hunters houses who may have had kids of their own; but that was very rare.

“Sometimes I wish I was that innocent again.” Dean said out of nowhere. He took a sip of his coffee, and the two of you turned to face one another.

“What do you mean?” You asked.

“Well…Sometimes I wish I didn’t know monsters were real. These kids…Have no idea what’s out there. Their parents tell them stories about monsters and they ask their parents to check under the bed for some. Parents not expecting to be anything under there of course; but…From a very young age I knew monsters were real.” He explained. Even though you have known the Winchester’s practically all your life; whenever Dean told you this story, it always made you sad because you could relate to his comment. You’ve known monsters have been real since you were five or six years old, meanwhile, some people could go their whole lives not knowing; and sometimes that made you jealous.

“Do you ever think…” You began to say, but decided against it. “Never mind.” You said and took a large sip of coffee; which is very drinkable now and not burning.

“What?” Dean asked.

You sighed before speaking and looked at him. “Do you ever think our kids can be that innocent one day? I mean…I don’t want our kids to grow up in this life like we did. No kid should grow up in this life. Every kid deserves to have a normal fucking childhood. Go to school, have friends their own age, be able to go to playground. Not worrying if there is something under their bed or in their closet that might kill them in the middle of the night. I don’t want to have to give my five year old a hunting knife or a rifle if they afraid of the dark. I want to be able to tell them –” Before you could finish, Dean was shhhing you. Not in a mean way, but in a ‘ It’s okay’ way.

“Y/N,” he started to say and took one of your hands in his. “I promise you, when this is all over, we’re going to have three of four rugrats running around the house, driving us nuts. We’ll have those little family meals normal people have in those cheesy movies you like and make me watch,” He smirked, and let out a small laugh, almost like he was currently watching it play out in his head. “This finger will have a ring on it,” he said as he rubbed your ring finger, a smile formed on your lips. “We’ll be able to tell our kids stories about how we saved the world not once, but twice and more. And if they’re scared of something under their bed, we’ll actually be able to tell them, ‘Don’t worry, there’s nothing there. Mommy and Daddy got rid of monsters years ago.”’ 

“But what if we don’t stop it? We’ve been saying this for years and yet, here we are, still doing cases. Dean, I want to have kids but…I don’t know if I can have kids knowing that they’ll grow up to be hunters someday.” As much as you dreamed of having kids with Dean someday; a part of you didn’t want to have kids because you didn’t want to put them through the same kind of childhood that both Dean and you had. You didn’t want your kids to be hunters, you wanted them to have a normal white picket fence and apple pie kind of life.

“I know. Trust me, Mary…My mom is the poster child for this. She grew up in the life and didn’t want Sammy or I to be involved but, here we are.” He let out a small laugh.

“What?” You asked.

“In a weird way, I’m kinda thankful that I’m in this life because, I get to save people. I have a purpose and…” He shot you a smile. “And I got to meet you. If I wasn’t a hunter…I don’t think we would have ever met.”

“I think my cheesy movies are starting to grow on you.” You smirked.

He chuckled. “I’m serious Y/N. I met you solely because our fathers met each other doing a case. If they hadn’t met, I’d probably be a mechanic in Lawrence or something.”

“True. But, I’d probably still find the bunker. And, I know Lebanon is almost four hours away from Lawrence but…What if I heard Winchester and Sons was the place to get your car done?” You gave him a smile, and he responded by leaning in and kissing you.

“I love you.” He said. “I really mean that.” Dean said, giving your hand a small squeeze.

“I love you too.” You said back, smiling softly.

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The Lamppost

Summary: Dean develops a crush on the reader but isn’t sure how to act on it…

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,600ish

Warnings: none

A/N: Written in Dean’s POV…

A/N #2: Written for @d-s-winchester ‘s Fall in Love with Fall challenge where my prompt was the image above. Fall is my favorite season and this is one of those unique fics that quickly became one of my favorites…

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Just Like This

Summary: Working a second job in a bar to help pay for Sammy’s education, Dean finds a kindred spirit in bar manager Y/N. When a drunk Douchebag gets too handsy with her, Dean quickly jumps to her defence but faces harsh consequences.

Pairing: Bartender!Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Rating: Teen

Bingo Square: Getting Fired for @j3bingo

Warnings: tw: sexual assault (groping), fluff, angst, fighting, minor violence, Chuck is a complete and utter asshole in this, getting fired, quitting in solidarity, first kiss, friends to lovers

Word Count: 3k

A/N: Okay, it feels like an age since I’ve written anything that’s just pure floof. I hope you enjoy this fluffy, protective, besotted Dean fic. Please be kind. I’ve had my angst hat on for a long time, and though this was really refreshing, it’s also a little daunting!

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It wasn’t the best job in the world, but as part-time work went, Dean knew it could be a hell of a lot worse than this. He worked with his dad in the garage during the day and worked four nights a week and two shifts at the weekend in Shurley’s Sports Bar. His wages and tips went to his dad to help pay for Sammy’s education. Sure, the kid had a full ride to Stanford; however, he still needed to pay for accommodation after freshman year and the thousands of books he needed for his coursework. And at least this way, his dad didn’t put himself in an early grave by working all the hours God gave him. Lord knows he’d done enough of that when they were kids.

Shurley’s was a decent bar. It had a prime location between the University of Kansas campus and downtown, so it always has a steady stream of customers. It quietened during the summer when the students went home or on their travels, but the locals still made trade steady enough. The owner, Chuck, was a bit of a dick, but he barely showed his face around the place, and the other staff were decent, making it a great place to work.

“Hey, Dean,” Y/N said as she came out of the back office. Y/N was the bar manager and a great girl. They had a lot in common; both lost their mothers when they were young and looked after their younger siblings while their fathers worked three jobs to try and make ends meet. Y/N’d had to drop out of college when her father took unexpectedly sick, having to take care of him and her little sister. Now that her father had passed and her sister had a full ride to another prestigious college, Harvard, Y/N lived in the tiny apartment above the bakery where she worked four days a week and in the bar four nights a week and every Saturday night. The rest of the time, she studied part-time to finish her college education and sent every spare cent she had to her sister in Boston.

“Hey, Y/N,” he smiled at her. She was pretty, too, and Dean wasn’t afraid to admit that he had a massive crush on her. Not that anything would ever happen because she was her, and he was… well, he wasn’t good enough for a girl like that. “How are ya, sweetheart?”

“I’m good, Dean. How are you? Oh! Did you manage to get Sam’s apartment sorted?” Y/N asked, and he smiled that she’d remember such a thing.

“Yeah, it’s all good now. We managed to get the rest of the deposit together,” Dean said. “Thanks for the extra shifts, by the way.”

“Don’t mention it,” Y/N smiled. “I still can’t believe landlords can actually do that,” Y/N shook her head as she headed behind the bar and started filling the refrigerators with bottles of beer and wine to prepare for the busy Friday night shift.

“Yeah, us either. But it’s done, and he has somewhere to live,” Dean said as he put the last menus and condiment buckets on the tables. “What needs to be done next, boss?” he asked, smirking when Y/N chuckled. She hated being called that, but he seemed to be the only one she didn’t scold for it.

“I could use a hand changing over the barrels if you’ve got time?” she said, breaking up the cardboard that the bottles had been housed in.

“Sure thing, sweetheart.” Dean headed into the storeroom and started shifting the beer barrels behind the bar as Y/N continued putting bottles in the fridges and replacing the almost empty spirit bottles with full ones to accommodate the busiest night of the year: Friday night football and Freshers Week.

The bar was packed with customers, the warm, sunny weather drawing even more of them in than usual, and of course, Chuck had decided tonight was a good night to show face and ‘help’, putting the staff on edge. Dean had gone with the head down and get on with it attitude, glad it was three deep at the bar so he had an excuse not to have to entertain Chuck for very long.

Y/N had been running around after Chuck all night, finding this paperwork and that invoice and the employee payroll for the past six weeks. Eventually, when he couldn’t possibly ask for anything more, she’d escaped the office, having brazenly told her boss that she was needed front of house to help serve customers.

“I swear,” she’d said as she tied her little black server’s apron around her waist, “It’s like he fucking knew tonight would be the busiest night but still came to check months old paperwork! God, that man is insufferable!”

It wasn’t often that Y/N showed her annoyance, and Dean couldn’t help but think it was cute. Though, admittedly, that could be his crush talking, her furrowed brow and tiny pout were adorable.

“What can I do to help?” he asked as she took her place behind the bar.

“I should be asking you that question!” she giggled. “What do you need me to do?”

“We could do with someone collecting and cleaning the empty glasses, if you wouldn’t mind?” he responded, smiling as she picked up a basket, cleaning spray, and a cloth before he’d finished his sentence.

“You got it,” she winked and headed onto the floor to clear and wipe the tables down. And that, Dean thought, is what makes a good boss. Someone who works with the team to achieve the same goal. Someone who isn’t afraid of stepping in to help by doing the most mundane tasks that are below their pay grade.

Y/N was a breath of fresh air for him in so many ways. She was bubbly and caring, and no matter what was thrown her way, she responded with an air of calmness and dignity that he admired.

“Hey, man. What can I get ya?” Dean asked the next patron, finally taking his eyes off the girl slowly taking over his every thought.

“Be careful,” Dean said as Y/N headed back onto the floor to clear more glasses and tables. “It’s getting rowdy out there. You know what those college boys can be like.”

“Thanks, Dean,” she smiled. “I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

He knew she would be. He’d seen her handling every kind of drunk customer. Still, he’d watch her closely because he was more worried than usual. The crowd tonight seemed even more enthused thanks to the local sports team playing. It still surprised him how often the female staff got touched inappropriately and had the most vulgar things said to them by too drunk and far too confident men. More than once Dean had had to step in and stop something from going too far, and he’d do it as many times as he needed to for Y/N or any of the other female staff.

Y/N managed to get around most of the bar unscathed, but there was a particularly boisterous table of men who only frequented the bar when the Chiefs played. Dean had been watching them all night because they seemed to have forgotten their age and tried to out-drink their much younger counterparts. They’d already run their mouths off to the bar staff, and now one of them in particular had their beady eye on Y/N as she moved from table to table, collecting empty glasses and bottles.

Swapping her tray out for an empty one, Y/N made her way over to their table, and the second she got close enough, the balding guy with the beady eye was quick to rear his hand back and smack her ass. Dean’s hackles rose, and he was on high alert as he watched her give the douchebag a piece of her mind. But he didn’t stop. Douchebag wrapped his arms around her waist and tried pulling her onto his lap. All the while, his douchebag little friends laughed and cheered him on like he’d won a fucking prize.

Dean saw red as he ran around the bar and strode purposely over to the group of middle-aged men amid a mid-life crisis and pulled Y/N from his hold, dragging her behind him to protect her.

“The lady told you to leave her alone. I suggest you do that,” Dean fumed, only getting angrier at Douchebag’s smirk.

“Oh, ladies and gentlemen, we have a jealous boyfriend trying to protect his girl! You know, if she were my girlfriend, I wouldn’t let her out the house wearing something so…” he paused as he leered up and down Y/N’s body, “revealing.”

“Listen, asshole, you don’t want to piss me off right now. Why don’t you and your buddies call it a night and go home? You’ve clearly had too much to drink, and we don’t take kindly to people assaulting our staff here,” Dean’s jaw was clenched, but he’d somehow managed to keep his voice steady.

“Sorry, man,” Douchebag smirked as he stood. “Just can’t help myself when I see a pretty girl showing off half her body like a Goddamn little tease. She’s asking for it, really.”

That was the last straw, and as Douchebag made one final (and unfortunately successful) attempt to get his hands on Y/N, Dean pulled his fist back and punched him square on the nose. The resounding crack as Dean broke the guy’s nose was satisfying, as were the synchronised grimacing ‘oohs’ that the audience this little corner of the bar had attracted.

“You broke my nose, asshole!” Douchebag spluttered. “I’m reporting you for assault!”

“You do that,” Y/N said, “and I’ll have you arrested, too. This whole bar and the CCTV saw you grope me twice and clearly saw me trying to get you off me! What he did,” she pointed at Dean, “was save me from being sexually assaulted!”

“Come on, man,” one of Douchebag’s friends said, patting him on the back. “Let’s get you to the hospital. It’s not worth it.”

“Damn straight it’s not!” Dean yelled. “Any way you spin this, he doesn’t win, so get the hell out and don’t come back!”

Tail between their legs, Douchebag and his friends left the bar. The second the door shut behind them, Dean was next to Y/N, checking her for injuries.

“I’m fine, Dean,” she insisted, but her eyes told a different story. The encounter had shaken her up, and Dean wanted to fix it, needed to fix it.

“No, sweetheart, you’re not. You’re–” Dean began but was interrupted by the shrill voice of Chuck.

“Winchester, my office, now! You too, Y/N.”

Seeing Y/N sitting beside him on the other side of the desk was strange. This was where she did all the paperwork, payroll, ordering, and invoicing, so to see Chuck on her chair was disconcerting. And not good.

“I don’t know what was going on out there–” Chuck began, and Dean scoffed in disbelief.

“You’re bar manager was sexually assaulted by a customer. That’s what happened!” Dean sat forward on his chair, raising his voice. He only calmed when Y/N placed her hand on his forearm.

Chuck pursed his lips at his outburst and continued speaking as if Dean hadn’t interrupted.

“I don’t know what happened, but whatever it was, sexual assault or not,” Chuck looked pointedly at Y/N before he continued. “It’s no excuse for my staff to behave violently.”

“You have got to be kidding me!” Dean fumed. “That… scumbag… touched her ass and her breasts and tried to force her into his lap! You see those bruises, right?” he asked as he pointed to the dark purple fingerprint marks on her arms.

“Inappropriate comments, slurs, even touching, is to be expected when you work in a bar–” Chuck was interrupted again, this time by Y/N.

“There are no touching policies in every strip club in the country for a reason, Chuck! You cannot expect it to be any different in a fratboy sports bar! No one should go to work expecting that being sexually assaulted is okay!”

“For God’s sake, Y/N! So what a guy touched your ass and tits! You should be flattered!”

“It was sexual assault, Chuck! That guy,” Y/N pointed behind her in the general direction of the bar, “touched me without permission, and I could have him charged! You too with how you’re behaving!”

“Oh, stop being so dramatic! I feel sorry for your boyfriend if this is how prudish you are!”

“Hey, that is–” Dean interjected, but Chuck kept talking.

“Dean, you’re fired. I cannot, and will not, allow a violent brute to work in my bar.”

“You can’t do that!” Y/N protested.

“Watch it, or you’ll be gone, too!” Chuck threatened, but Dean knew it was an empty one with her. He needed her too much. The bar would burn to the ground without her in charge.

“No need. I quit. Effective immediately. I cannot, and will not,” Y/N glared at Chuck as she repeated his words to him, “work in a place where I’m expected to be sexually harassed and assaulted and ignore it. I cannot, and will not, work for a man who fires a good person for helping someone in need.”

Standing, Y/N took off her apron and name tag and threw them on the desk. She unhooked the keys from her belt and pulled the cash box towards her, opening it and pulling out two brown envelopes, handing one to Dean and putting the other in her pocket. Once she’d locked the cash box, she tossed her keys down on the cheap metal desk with a satisfying clang.

“Really? You’re going to quit over him?” Chuck scoffed.

“Yes. Dean is worth a thousand shitty bar jobs like this one, and I’d choose him over any of them in a heartbeat,” Y/N said with her head held high. “I hope you know you’ve just lost your two best workers on the busiest night of the year. Come on, Dean. Let’s get out of this shithole.”

Dean didn’t protest. He stood up, smirked at Chuck because he just couldn’t help himself, and followed Y/N out of the bar and onto the street.

“Sweetheart, you didn’t need to do that. I’m a big boy, and I can look after myself,” Dean said after walking in silence for a few minutes.

“I know you can, and yes, I did. That was unfair and undeserved. Especially because it was my fault,” Y/N responded.

“Hey, don’t ever… it wasn’t your fault. Things like that are never the woman’s fault, you know that, right?” Dean couldn’t believe she’d ever think something like that would be her own doing.

“I know, but if I’d listened to you and let Marcus clear tables instead of me, none of this would’ve happened.”

“No. I won’t hear it. You didn’t ask to be groped by a balding douchebag going through a mid-life crisis, sweetheart. Don’t ever apologise for someone else’s wrongdoing,” he reassured her.

“So, what do we do now? We both kinda needed that job,” Y/N chuckled, but it held no humour.

“Well, I might know a guy who owns a wine bar downtown. A classy establishment, so the tips are better. And we’d be treated right,” Dean said, thinking of the bar Cas had tried to get him to work in for months.

“You have a buddy with a bar, and you chose to stay working in that shithole?” Y/N asked in disbelief. “Why? What would possess you to stay there? Willingly?”

“It wasn’t all bad,” Dean smirked. This wasn’t where he envisioned this conversation going–if it ever happened at all, that is–but the perfect opportunity had presented itself and he’d never forgive himself if he didn’t take it. “I got to see you almost every day.”

“Come on! You did not stay there for me!” Y/N scoffed, and Dean shrugged his shoulders, his lips tugging upwards in a shy smile.

“I did, actually. Can’t think of anyone better to spend so much time with.”

“Dean Winchester,” she grinned. “Are you flirting with me?” The teasing tone in her words was one he’d never heard before, and he liked it.

“Do you want me to be flirting with you?” he’d asked, needing to hear her say it before he did something stupid because he’d misread the signals.

“Yeah… I think I do,” Y/N giggled, stepping closer to him, bumping their arms together as they stepped in sync down the sidewalk.

“Yeah?” he asked, checking again because, quite frankly, she was her and he was him.

“Yeah.”

Dean stopped walking and gently grabbed her forearm to stop her from walking ahead. Feeling brave, Dean placed his hands on her cheeks and dipped his head, slowly lowering his lips to hers. Every inch closer he got, he switched his gaze between her lips and her eyes, making sure this was what she wanted.

When there was no hesitation and nowhere else to go, he closed his eyes and pressed his lips to hers. They were as soft as they always looked, softer even, and tasted as sweet as he’d imagined they would.

Y/N pressed herself closer to him with a low hum and slid her arms up his chest, resting one hand on his pec and the other curling around his neck. Dean licked her bottom lip, encouraging her to open her mouth and let him deepen their kiss.

He failed to hold back a groan when his tongue met hers, the feeling so much better than anything his mind could’ve conjured up. Dean couldn’t remember how long he’d wanted this, and now that it was happening, he knew he’d do whatever he could to keep her in his arms, just like this.

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Night Falls: Chapter 15

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: After witnessing a murder, Y/N becomes a protected witness to FBI Agent Dean Winchester, who needs her help to do more than just solve one man’s murder.

Word Count: 4,600

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A/N: Y’all are gonna hate me after this chapter. Brace for feels. 

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“She okay up there?” Cas turns from his spot on the couch as the stairs creak under Dean’s weight. 

Dean holds out his hands as he plops down on the same couch.

“Okay enough.” Dean shakes his head. “She’s still trying to get use to all this.” Dean brings a hand up to his face, deeply rubbing his temples as he leans back. 

“And you?” Dean’s hand falls away at his partner’s question.

“What about me?”

Cas looks down, his lips folding into a hard line as he chooses his words.

“Bobby called me. About what happened in interrogation today.” 

Dean huffs with a groan as he throws his hand up and lets it fall against his thigh. 

“He wanted me to keep an eye on you two.”

“For what?” Dean spits, though he already knows the answer, and so does Cas.

“I see why you like her,” Cas looks down at his folded hands. “But our job is to protect her.”

Dean bites the inside of his lip with a shake of his head.

“You think I don’t know that?” Dean suddenly stands, throwing a hand towards Cas.

“I know exactly what Crowley and Zazel will do to her if we don’t keep her safe. I watched them to it to my mother.” Dean’s voice carries through the house and up the stairs, concealing the creak of weight from both of them. 

“And you and Bobby really think I’m going to risk that for, what?” Dean spits, his fingers points to the bedroom above them. “Just so I can get laid?” The volume in Dean’s voice breaks, but the venom remains. 

“That’s not what I meant.” Cas’ jaw locks, his voice firm. 

Dean takes a deep breath, knowing Cas would never insinuate something like that, but he’s too worked up to care.

“I’ve given my entire life to this case.” Dean rubs a hand down his face, trying to find his composure. “I only need to keep her safe so I can finally put away Crowley and Zazel. I’m not going to risk anything for that. Zazel and Crowley are finally going to pay.”

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