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Sisterhood - Winchester Brothers

Title: Sisterhood - Winchester Brothers

Words: 1,278

Relations: Brothers - Sam and Dean Winchester.

TW: Bed wetting, fluff, strong language (1).

Request: @taylorifg

"Heyyy! I was wondering if I could request a supernatural fic. Dean and Sam's little sister (10) has been having really bad nightmares and one night she wakes up in a wet bed. This fic would mean a lot because I struggled with this for a long time🤍🤍 Lots and lots of comfort!!"

Thank you so much for the request as well as consent to post this. I'm so happy you feel comfortable sharing this with not only me but also my readers. I am so sorry for the wait but without further ado...

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I woke up breathing heavily, tears staining my cheeks and Sam shaking me awake. My bottom lip quivered as I looked around, finally taking a deep breath as I recognised where I was and that I was safe.

"You okay, monkey?" Sam asked softly, his eyes showing how concerned he was. I gulped, breath trembling before the tears fell and sobs consumed me. His arms instantly wrapped around me. His hand flattened my hair as I sobbed into his chest. I jumped when a soft thud sounded beside me.

"Ow," Dean exclaimed annoyed. There was a silence filled with my sobs before shuffling made it apparent that Dean was getting out of bed. "Hey," He spoke softly, something he only did for me. The bed shifted slightly and I knew he was sitting behind me, I looked up confused when he stood up again. Sam looked at him confused. "It's wet," Dean shrugged to answer why he stood up but it only made me cry harder.

Sam and Dean bickered slightly as I wept into Sam's shirt. "You couldn't just live with it for two minutes?" Sam asked, hitting Dean's arm with the back of his hand.

"I just woke up, what did you want me to do?" Dean asked sarcastically.

"Be compassionate," Sam spoke through gritted teeth. I could practically hear Dean's eye roll as he groaned. I chuckled softly, moving back from Sam as he looked at me with loving eyes. I forced a smile, my eyebrows twitching as I tried not to cry.

"Alright, come here princess," Dean commented, reaching to pick me up from under my armpits.

"Dean," Sam practically sang his annoyance.

"Shut up," Dean scoffed, holding me close to his chest as he wrapped his arms around me. "Clean the bed," Dean instructed with a smirk as he walked to the table. I giggled as he grinned at me cheekily, sitting me on the table. "What happened? We were doing so well, 4 days without a nightmare," Dean's voice was filled with encouragement. I sniffled as he wiped my eyes. "Was it the same nightmare?" Dean asked softly, he knows just mentioning makes me cry. I nodded softly as my eyes filled. "Oh, baby," He comforted as he pulled me in to hug him. I wrapped my arms around him. He pretended to strain. "Can't breathe," His voice was struggling making me laugh. He chuckled as he pulled back, smiling at me as he moved some hair from my face.

"Keep doing it, monkey, maybe he'll pass out and we'll get some peace and quiet," Sam joked, I laughed as Dean looked at him annoyed. Doing a face Dean calls 'Bitch Face', Sam always tells him off for swearing in front of me but when he isn't around Dean's teaching me as many swear words as he can. I laughed as they bickered again. I smiled happy in the moment. It's times like this when I wish I had been with Sam and Dean my whole life, I've only known them for almost a year but they're everything I've ever dreamed of.

We have the same dad but a different mom. They told me their mom died when they were little and it helped me to bond with them because I knew they understood me. My mom died in a car crash when I was 5, that's what my nightmares are about. I was in the car but got out with just a few scratches. Dean's always saying my scars are cool and he's jealous of them. Sam thinks they make me more interesting. He had to explain it to me but he thinks that it shows character and strength. Sam and Dean have a lot of that. I wish to be like that when I'm older. Just like my big brothers!

People always think I'm one of their kids because of the age gap, Dean likes to tell everyone we're just best friends, and Sam then always says 'She's our sister, don't worry.' It always confused me a little but they say that they'll explain when I'm older. They say that about a lot of things. They say it about why they have guns, what their job is and why we have to move so much. Dean says we're touring America but I don't think that's true.

Their bickering stopped with a final huff from Dean. I chuckled as I watched him roll his eyes before smiling at me. "You know, we still have time," Dean practically sang. I grinned widely knowing exactly what he meant. He helped me off the table, running to grab his blanket while I ran to the couch.

"Dean, she's 10, she's supposed to be sleeping," Sam groaned.

"Hurry up and clean her bed then," Dean snarked back before jumping on the couch. He gave me the blanket, sitting with his legs open waiting for me. I giggled as I wrapped the blanket around myself and sat on the floor between his legs. He instantly started stroking my hair. I hummed happily while he worked the TV to put a random movie on.

We spent the rest of the night watching the movie while Dean braided my hair. He was getting better every day, he liked to joke that Sam was next but it hadn't happened yet. Once Sam finished cleaning my bed, he sat on the floor beside me, hugging me while we watched the movie. Dean was the first to fall asleep. Snoring softly on the couch, Sam and I had a giggle about it before Sam got me ready for bed, he picked out new PJs and helped me clean up.

"It's nearly been a year, have you decided yet?" He asked excitedly. I grinned and chuckled. Sam and Dean have been saying for months that we have to do something special when it's been a whole year since they saved me from my foster parents. They weren't terrible people but I wasn't part of their family. Dean's trying to get me to say I want to go to a waterpark he's been wanting to go to and Sam's telling me that I can choose anything I want. In all honestly, all I want is another day with them. There's nothing I feel like I'm missing out on and there's nothing they wouldn't give me or take me to so there's nothing I really want.

"I just want to be with you," I shrugged, smiling as Sam rolled his eyes playfully.

"Well, of course. We could go anywhere, do anything," Sam prompted hoping to find something I wanted to do. I smiled softly.

"We already go places and we always do fun things." I shrugged but Sam smiled a little sadly.

"Are you happy?" He asked, somehow the question felt easy, simple. I know they struggle to answer it but they're smiling more and more every day.

"Always." I shrugged earning a chuckle from Sam. He smiled at me softly as he moved some hair from my face.

"Let's get you to bed, you can sleep in Dean's," He chuckled cheekily. Scooping me up in his arms before carrying me to Dean's bed. He tucked me in, kissing my head before poking the tip of my nose. "Close your eyes," He whispered. I giggled as I closed my eyes. Sam stroked patterns on my forehead lulling me to sleep as I snuggled in closer to Sam as he sat on the edge of the bed. I smiled, sleep catching up to me as I knew Sam and Dean would chase away any nightmare. Nothing can beat my brothers, they're not scared of anything.

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Those Eyes - Dean Winchester P3

Title: Those Eyes - Dean Winchester Part 3

Words: 3,394

Relationship: Dean Winchester X Reader

TW: Strong language. Angst, Sexual Tension, Choking, Dom-Sub, Fingering, Hair-pulling, Spanking.

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Part 1 - Part 2

Haha, just realised that every GIF I've used for these parts have all had him licking his lips. I didn't realise before this that I had a thing for it, outing myself haha 😳💜

Goosebumps formed on my body as his right hand found my waist, I gasped softly at the contact. He smirked as he looked over my body, his hand rubbing a path up my chest, between my breasts and to my neck. I bit my lip, his eyes catching the movement and smirking as he recognised my weakness to his hand on my neck. My knees felt weak as his smirk grew evil. He gripped my neck, squeezing the sides softly to restrict blood flow but not affecting my breathing. I gasped, as he moved closer to me. His lips were less than an inch from mine as he looked into my eyes.

"If you lock that door tonight, there will be hell to pay, got it?" He asked, his lips ghosting over mine. I internally begged for him to kiss me, his lips touching mine and taunting me wasn't enough, I needed to taste his lips, his tongue. All of him. I need it! I nodded quickly as he raised an eyebrow at me, clearly wanting an answer. He smirked softly before his eyes narrowed on me. His grip tightened slightly, I bit my bottom lip, eyes rolling back as I tried controlling my breathing. "Food is waiting for us, you have three minutes to get dressed or you're wearing nothing," He instructed, releasing my neck and stepping back. I gulped as I looked at him. As good as being naked with Dean sounds, I don't think Sam would be pleased. "You're wasting time," He added. I pulled myself back to reality, stepping away to hurry to my clothes. Grabbing the first things I could find to put on.

I threw on my joggers, stumbling slightly as I noticed Dean just watching me dress. Still staying true to his words, looking at me like he wanted to eat me. I believed he couldn't actually be able to look at me that way but somehow he has proven me wrong. I reached for the first cotton fabric I touched, yanking it out of the bag and throwing it on. I looked down as I pulled my shirt down, I was wearing black joggers with a bleached flower design on the sides and a black tank top that was maybe one size too tight but my go-to shirt to show off my boobs and get free drinks in the bars.

I snickered to myself as I realised that Dean had to play pool to earn money for drinks, working hard for it and all I had to do was walk around with flesh showing.

I turned around, flashing Dean a smile as I looked at him. He took his time looking up at my body to meet my eyes. He released his bottom lip from between his teeth to smile at him. Something about the moment felt wholesome to me. I began remembering how I had fallen for Dean. His smile, his positive energy. Sam always complained that he was angry and secretly hated himself but all I could see was a ray of light and joy. Sam and I could never agree on the topic.

Dean's eyes quickly shifted to wanting to eat me, and I felt my neck muscles tighten. "You're going to wear a tank top with no bra?" He asked menacingly. I bit my lip a little nervously. Dean smirked as he advanced towards me. He lifted my chin to look up at him as he looked down on me with dark eyes and that sexy smirk. "Perfect, I'm going to be able to watch your nipples harden when you look at me," His voice was deep and felt like satin. He lowered his lips closer to mine, our noses touching as he used my lips as a microphone. "You know, you still have about a minute," He added, smirking as he watched the thoughts behind my eyes.

We still have a minute, are we going to make out before we have to go to the food? God, I wish he would just hurry up and kiss me.

"I want to use this minute to know what is off limits." He explained slowly, my eyebrows furrowed slightly but Dean smirked. He moved his hand from my chin to pull my hair slightly. I bit my bottom lip as I moaned softly, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. "Is hair pulling okay?" He asked slowly. I quickly nodded as I peered back into his gorgeous green eyes. His hand found my neck. I gasped as he choked me softly. "Is choking okay?" I nodded instantly. He smirked, holding back a chuckle. I smirked at his reaction.

He left goosebumps on my skin, his fingers releasing my neck, slowly trailing down my right breast, over my hardened nipple, across my stomach and playing just beneath the waistband of my joggers. I held my breath in anticipation of his touch.

"Is touching okay?" He smirked, watching my deep breathing as my heart rate quickened. I nodded quickly. I practically whimpered as he moved his hand back.

I gasped as he suddenly pushed and pulled me to move me. I caught my breath as he positioned me in front of him, chest on the bed and my ass against his crotch. I bit my lip as he pushed his hips into mine. "Can I drag you around?" He asked, satisfaction in his tone. I nodded quickly. I bit down harder on my lip as he slapped my ass a little harshly. "Spanking?" I glanced back to see him smile as I nodded my head again. He leaned forward, grabbing both of my wrists and slowly moving them behind my back, my chest pushing into the bed. Dean held my wrists in one large hand. "Restraints?" He asked, I nodded again. "God, we might need more than a minute to find something off-limits," He commented with a chuckle. I smiled at his adorableness, it's such Dean's fashion to make a joke during such a serious situation. I chuckled as I rolled my eyes at him. Damn him for being so cute. "Stand up," He instructed. Not as much harshness to his tone as before. I followed instructions, standing up and turning in his arms to face him. "Kissing?" He asked slowly, he admired my lips as his hand found my check. I gulped as I nodded slowly. I closed my eyes as he leaned in. His lips barely touching mine, I leaned in softly. "We have to go but we're finishing this later," He whispered against my lips. I froze, rolling my eyes slightly at the denial.

"Promise?" I tempted, biting my lip as his eyes devoured me. It was his turn to nod quickly. I smirked seeing that I also have control over Dean. Maybe this isn't just one-sided, maybe he also has a weakness to me. I sucked my teeth slightly as an idea occurred to me. I smirked knowing I had to find the courage to try it.

"Lady's first," He instructed, gesturing with his hand towards the door. I smiled gratefully following his directions, I groaned slightly as he slapped my ass. I glanced back as I walked, his smirk filled out his cheeks as he took large steps to open the door for me.

"Thank you," I smirked, waiting and smiling as Dean smacked my ass again. He chuckled as he walked beside me.

We walked into Sam distributing the food onto the coffee table as he watched the TV. He glanced up at us with a smile. We all watched TV as we ate, occasionally commenting on the movie but mainly relaxing after quite a drive this morning and then working on the case. Dean and I would make eye contact but usually, it was stealing glances.

After a while, Dean must have gotten bored with the movie and decided to watch me instead. I clenched my thighs together instinctively as his eyes watched me intently. I took a second to compose myself before committing to the idea I had earlier. I have proof that I affect Dean as well, might as well test out the extent. I sucked my teeth, mentally preparing myself before looking at Dean. He smirked once we made eye contact. I bit my lip, looking him up and down, no longer hiding the fact I love to check him out. He's just too hot not too.

He looked surprised when my eyes met his again. He gulped, nervousness seeming to creep onto his features. I smirked as I bit my bottom lip, his eyes watched my lips intently as his breath quickened. I smirked a little wider now understanding why Dean loved to mess with me and get me flustered. I grew wetter and more confident as I watched him. He took a deep breath, his eyes moving down to my breasts. He practically growled as he realised his breath. I smirked as Sam looked at him confused.

"You good?" Sam asked, clearly concerned by the noise. I bit back a chuckle.

"Yeah," Dean nodded, I watched as he struggled to take his eyes off me. I smirked, biting my lip to stop myself from laughing as Sam looked at him like he was crazy and went back to watching the movie.

"Anyone want a beer?" I asked, purposely leaning forward to put something on the coffee table. I smirked as I could feel Dean's eyes on my cleavage. Though I looked innocent, placing something on the table, Dean and I both knew it was purposeful.

What's the point in having boobs if not for Dean to gawk at?

The boys both agreed to a beer, I stood, Dean's eyes watching my every move. I smirked as I swayed my hips temptingly as I walked to the kitchen. I opened the fridge, now out of sight of the boys. I took the time to take a deep breath to compose myself and fan of some of the cold air from the fridge onto my burning skin. I heard shuffling around and peeking around the corner. Dean was collecting the trash from food, something that was usually done by Sam.

"Thanks," Sam commented, slightly confused as Dean grabbed Sam rubbing. I hurried to grab the beers out and put them on the counter. Dean's only clearing up so he can join me in the kitchen.

"Turn it up, I don't want to miss it," Dean commented, I bit my lip as the volume of the movie went up. I focused on slowly opening the beers, purposely taking my time to be alone with Dean. Dean practically threw the trash on the counter beside me, I gasped as he grabbed my shoulder, spinning me around to face him. I smirked preparing myself to have snarky remarks and teasing words but the words never fell from his lips.

His hand found my neck, the other on my waist. He rushed to kiss me, his lips crashing onto mine as he squeezed my neck slightly. I hurried to kiss him back, the months of anticipating this moment making the kiss all the more needy. His tongue entered my mouth as our lips moved in sync. I snaked my arms around his neck as he dropped his hands to my thighs, pulling me up to sit me on the kitchen counter. I gasped against his lips, his mouth hungry for me as he pulled my body against his. His lips felt like electricity and tasted exactly how I'd hoped.

He held the back of my neck, deepening the kiss as he grabbed my ass. I moaned softly, my need for him multiplying by tenfold. He smirked against my lips, and a hand found my hair, grabbing a handful as he pulled it slightly to disconnect our lips. I breathed heavily as he glared at me. My lips felt bruised from the force we were kissing, his lips begged to be kissed again. I whimpered as I bit my lip. Watching as he smirked, his eyes devouring me. I quivered internally. I gasped as his left hand trailed down my waist, I held my breath as his hand ventured into the waistband of my joggers. Dipping inside to draw patterns on my hip bone. I gulped, eyes rolling to the back of my head.

"You're going to go back." He explained slowly, his hand teasingly inching towards my wetness. My breath caught in my throat as my eyes met his. I breathed deeply as his fingers circled my clit. He pulled on my hair a little harder. "You're going to say goodbye and go to your room," He continued, I nodded quickly gulping as his fingers circled my clit slowly. "You're going to leave your door unlocked and wait for me naked on the bed," He bit his lip as his fingers slid down, and he groaned quietly. "Fuck, you're so wet," He seemed to wince before he pulled me back to his lips. Kissing his lips hungrily before he pushed two fingers inside me. He used his tongue to silence my moans. Once his fingers were as deep as he could get them he curled them inside me, pushing on the spot that made my hips automatically rotate against him. He smirked against my lips. His tongue danced with mine before he bit my bottom lip. Pulling back a little to look me deep in my eyes. My breath quivered as his fingers were relentless. He released my bottom lip, breathing heavily as he admired me. His eyes have never looked so hungry.

He breathed heavily, seeming to just be enjoying kissing me and fingering me. I bit my lip, whining slightly that I had to remain silent, something I was majorly struggling with.

"Fuck, I can't wait," He growled, his lips back on mine, tongue entering my mouth instantly. I moaned against him, his fingers moving faster, practically begging for me to cum on his hand. I clenched my thighs together, the familiar feeling of building up churned my insides. He pulled my neck closer, the kiss more needy as his lips moved with mine as if they had kissed for years. His tongue expertly dominated mine as my mind clouded with the thought of sitting on his face, his tongue working on my pussy just like how he was kissing me.

He pulled back, lips instantly finding my neck as I held my head back, giving him full access to me. He made out with my neck, his fingers finding a fast rhythm that made cuming hard to avoid. I bit my lip, silencing myself as he bit my neck.

"Biting, okay?" He whispered breathlessly. I nodded quickly. He grinned against my neck before biting on my neck between kisses. I breathed heavily. My muscles tightened as my mouth dropped open, God, I want to moan so loudly but I have to be quiet, he's still messing with me. My eyes rolled back as I gulped. A powerful orgasm is just seconds away.

"Dean," I practically whimpered.

"I know, baby." He spoke softly as his lips quickly found mine, his tongue entering my mouth to silence me. His fingers curled a little faster, pushing deeper inside me. I wanted to scream. The feeling of such intense pleasure and knowing it was Dean pleasing me, only made the orgasm harder to postpone. "Cum for me, baby," He spoke against my lips. A small moan escaped my mouth before his tongue silenced me. I breathed through my nose as the orgasm hit me like a train. His fingers worked harder through my orgasm, prolonging it as he kissed me deeply. He seemed to listen to my breathing, slowing his pace as my orgasm subsided.

My brain turned to mush as he slowly pulled his fingers out of me. His lips leaving mine to bite his bottom lip, his eyes watching mine closely as he sucked his fingers clean. Moaning quietly as his eyes rolled back at the taste. I practically gawked at his reaction, my breath stumbling to leave my chest. He opened his eyes, desire riddling them without doubt. He pulled his fingers from his mouth slowly, he raised an eyebrow at me as he moved his fingers closer to me. I opened my mouth as I stuck my tongue out. He groaned softly at the action. He pushed his fingers into my mouth slowly. Watching intently as I didn't flinch the deeper his fingers got. He bit back a moan as his knuckles reached my lips.

"I hope you slept well last night, you're going to need as much energy as you can," He commented, his voice deep with desire. His fingers quietened my moan. He slowly pulled them out. I sucked my juices from them before they left my mouth. Dean's breath quickened. "Fuck," He growled, his eyes darkening before his hand gripped my neck. His lips hovering in front of mine. "Wait in your room," He instructed before kissing me. I hurried to taste him more, knowing I would have to stop kissing him only made me crave him more. He seemed to melt into my lips, clearly not wanting to stop kissing me either. He seemed to find some self-control as he pulled back, breathing heavily and glaring at me with lust-filled eyes. "Don't even say goodbye, I can't wait that long." He instructed his lips finding mine again. He grabbed my ass with both hands. Pulling me off of the counter and holding me against him. He slowly walked to the door, still out of Sam's sight as he kissed me. His tongue pushed my tongue aside as he seemed to lose all his self-control and pushed my back against the wall. His hips pushed into mine as he squeezed my ass a little tighter.

I moaned against his lips, his throbbing erection pushing against me, driving me crazy to feel him inside me, to taste more of his skin.

"What are you doing?" Sam called into the kitchen. I gasped, forgetting Sam was here but Dean didn't care to stop kissing me straight away. His lips moved from mine to my neck. I rested my head against the wall, biting my lip to silence my moan. His hips pushed into me again.

"Y/N's going back to her room," Dean explains, his voice slightly muffled by my neck.

"Everything okay?" Sam asked, concern in his tone and I knew I had to reply. God, I don't think I can. Dean smirked against my neck.

"Yeah," My voice trembled as Dean purposely pushed into me again. I glared at him as he smirked. He moved back, lips hovering over mine as he grinned triumphantly. My breathing halted as his unquivering strength continued to hold me up. His eyes watched my lips intently, clearly wanting to kiss me again. I never want him to stop kissing me.

"Okay," Sam spoke uneasily. Obviously unconvinced by my answer. Dean smirked as he remained close to me.

"I'm going to just head out, see you tomorrow," I explained, raising an eyebrow at Dean. He smirked as he slowly kissed me. It took my breath away, he was kissing me like he was in love with me, not like he was desperate to fuck me. The passion and meaning made my insides churn. The kiss alone was enough to remind me exactly why I had fallen for him before he started teasing me.

"See you tomorrow," Sam called back. Dean smiled against my lips, moving slowly as he pulled away. His eyes made my knees weak. He smiled at me as he placed me down. Holding onto me as I straightened up, making sure not to let go as my legs were shaking from the orgasm. He leaned in, lips ghosting my ear. Breath fanning my neck and sending shivers down my spine.

"I'll be there in a few minutes," He whispered, his lips kissing my cheek before pulling back to smile at me. He seemed so innocent and sincere. I gulped, nodding softly as he grinned. He kissed me again before stepping back. Opening the door for me and slapping my ass while I walked out. I giggled to myself as he closed the door behind me.

I practically ran to my room, anticipation riding my skin.

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Ladies With Experience

Paring(s): Dean Winchester x F!Reader

Summary: When Dean makes an off-handed comment about "preferring ladies with experience", you try (and fail) to not let it get under your skin. You're a virgin, but you've done just about everything else, and when you talk to Dean about it, he offers to be your first. He's your best friend, and you've been in love with him forever... who are you to deny him?

Tags: smut, first time, virgin!reader, dom/sub dynamics, dom!dean, p in v, oral (female receiving), spanking, fingering, not-so-innocent reader

Word Count: 5k

A/N: As always, thank you to my loves @wayward-dreamer and @makeadealwithdean for beta-ing. Would be nowhere without you two 🥰

You can also read me on Ao3!

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“Anyways, let’s say you’re right, fine. Who would want virgins?”

You know Sam didn’t mean it like that , and you felt stupid for letting it bother you. For letting this case bother you.

“You got me,” Dean replied with a shrug. “I prefer ladies with experience.”

And there it was, like a punch straight to the gut. You hated that it hurt you as much as it did. So what, you’ve never had sex. But you’ve done almost everything else. You knew what you liked and what you didn't. You’ve been around the block a few times with the various sex toys in your nightstand drawer. It’s not like you weren’t experienced at all . But that didn’t make Dean’s words hurt any less. You swallowed down the burger and fries from lunch that were threatening to come up, before standing up from your seat at the small motel room table.

The brothers looked at you, eyebrows raised.

“I — bathroom,” you managed, before quickly making your way there, slamming the door shut behind you.

Staring at your reflection in the dirty bathroom mirror, you let the tears fall. Silently, you wiped them away as Dean’s words echoed in your head, and you hated that you loved him. Hated that you’d never be ballsy enough to admit it to him, especially now.

Something like five minutes passed and you knew you didn’t have long before one of the boys — likely Sam — would come knocking to check on you. You flushed the unused toilet so they wouldn’t suspect anything and turned on the faucet, splashing your tear-soaked face with cold water before using a hand towel to wipe it dry. When you emerged, the guys were packing up their duffels.

“Did you find them?” you asked, hopeful.

Dean checked his gun, before flipping the safety on and stuffing it in the back waistband of his jeans.

“I sure as hell hope so, ‘cause if I’m about to crawl through the goddamn sewers for nothing —”

“They’re down there, Dean,” Sam replied, giving him a pointed look. He turned his attention to you, and if he had noticed anything off, he hadn’t let his face show it. “You coming?”

You grabbed your gun off the dresser and holstered it in reply.

Six hours later, the three of you were sweaty, panting, and splattered in blood after a close fight with dragons in the sewers. Thankfully, you hadn’t had to wade in any actual sewage. You hadn’t said a word to either brother since you had gone to the bathroom six hours ago, and to keep them from growing suspicious of your sudden silence, you opted to take a nap in the backseat of the Impala on the way back to the motel.

You stirred awake as Dean pulled into the parking lot, barely conscious enough to catch the end of the brothers’ conversation.

“I’ll get her,” Dean said.

Sam nodded and got out of the car, gently closing the passenger side door before heading inside.

You rubbed your eyes, blinking away the sleep in them as Dean’s face came into focus. He was looking at you over his shoulder, one arm resting on the top of the front bench seat.

“Mornin’, sunshine.”

It took a moment for the feeling you had been filled with prior to your nap to come back to you, his words from earlier echoing in your head. I prefer ladies with experience . You shot him a cold glare.

“Alright. What’d I do?” he asked, turning in his seat to better angle himself towards you.

The question caught you off guard.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You haven’t said a word since we left for that hunt, Y/N.”

“How do you know Sam didn’t do something?”

He replied with a knowing look.

You stared at your hands, clasped together in your lap, and muttered, “It’s nothing. Stupid.”

“C’mon, talk to me,” he urged.

You hated this. How easy he was to talk to. How you had always been able to tell him what was on your mind.

But not this . You couldn’t tell him this.

You shook your head.

“Hey,” he said softly, shifting in his seat. He was fully turned around now, reaching out to tilt your chin up, forcing you to look at those green eyes. “Talk to me,” he repeated, no room for argument in his words.

“I can’t,” you whispered. You wanted to throw up. He was your best friend, and you were utterly, irrevocably, head-over-heels in love with him. He preferred girls with experience, and you had none. Not in the way that it mattered. And he had known that, thanks to a late-night stake-out game of Never Have I Ever .

His jaw clenched. “You can tell me anything, you know that.”

You briefly met his gaze. You couldn’t hold it for long.

“Was it something I said?” he prodded.

You stared at the buttons of his open flannel, your eyes quickly darting up to meet his in silent confirmation.

He sighed, pulling his hand away from your face and folding his arms on top of the backseat, resting his chin on his forearm.

“Do I at least get a hint?”

“Dean, I —”

“C’mon, Y/N. You’ve never not told me anything.”

“Why are you pushing this?”

“Because I can’t stand not talking to you.”

Your heart leaped at that confession, however innocent it might have been.

“I’m talking to you now, aren’t I?”

“Because I’m making you. You would have silent treatmented me into next week.”

You didn’t respond.

He sighed again, defeated. “Y/N, c’mon. Please? Whatever I said, I’m sorry. I’m sure I didn’t mean it.”

“You didn’t mean that you ‘prefer girls with experience’?” you retorted quite sassily. The question tumbled out before you even had time to think of the implication that came with asking it.

Dean opened and closed his mouth like a damn fish.

“Thought so.” You began to move to make your way out of the car, when Dean reached out and grabbed your wrist.

“No,” he finally said. “I didn’t mean it.”

“It’s okay if you do. I told you, it was a dumb thing to be upset about.”

“No, it’s not. I didn’t stop to think about how this case might have been affecting you. You know I wouldn’t have let anything happen to you, right?”

You swallowed, nodded. His hand felt like fire around your wrist.

“But for what it’s worth, I wasn’t serious. I don’t prefer anyone one way or the other. Sex is sex. If anyone’s willing to have it with me, I consider myself lucky.”

“Romantic,” you quipped.

A smile tugged at his lips. “I could show you, y’know.”

You almost threw up right there in the backseat. Your eyes grew wide.

“What?” you croaked.

“Well, if you’re worried about not having any experience… I just mean I’d be happy to, y’know. Show you the ropes.”

“… Of sex?” Really, you thought it was cute that he had this misconception of you. You knew about the ropes. You’d just never been tied up with them.

“Of whatever you want.”

“You think I want to have sex with you?” It came out harsher than you meant it to, like part of you still thought you could hide the fact that you were in love with him. Like if you just joked it off it would go away, and you wouldn’t have to cross this line with him, even though you so badly wanted to. But you had to protect yourself, your heart.

You didn’t miss the flash of hurt in his eyes.

“No, that’s not what I —”

You suddenly felt the need to clarify your question.

“No, I — I didn’t mean it like that either.”

Dean’s face morphed into one of confusion. “…So you do want to have sex with me?”

Your cheeks flushed red, and your throat bobbed. “Uh…”

“Forget it, stupid question, you don’t have to an—”

“Yeah,” you answered, your voice barely above a whisper. Fuck it. Who were you to hold yourself back from the one thing you’ve been wanting for years? You cleared your throat. “Yeah, I really, really do.”

Dean’s eyebrows shot up to his hairline. “Seriously?”

“Oh, cut the shit, Dean. Like you’re surprised. Everyone wants to have sex with you.”

He scoffed. “ Everyone , Y/N, really?”

“There are literally smutty fanfictions written about you,” you replied, reaching into your back pocket for your phone, dead set on proving your point.

“Gross. And Becky doesn’t count as everyone.”

“Actually, Becky only writes for Sam.”

You realized what you said at the same time he did, and he eyed you suspiciously.

“Why do you know that?”

God dammit. “I don’t. I mean — I — like, she obviously loves Sam. So, like, she wouldn’t write porn about you. Obviously.”

“Uh huh…” There was an uncomfortable silence for a beat or three. And then, “How much smut have you read about me?”

Your face felt like it had just been rinsed with fucking lava, and you knew it probably looked as red as it, too.

“None!” you exclaimed, way too quickly.

Dean smirked. “You do really wanna have sex with me,” he remarked, like he couldn’t believe it.

“Trust me, the urge is fading by the second.”

His grin disappeared almost instantly. “Would it help if I told you that I think about fucking you all the time, too?”

“Well, I don’t think about it all the —”

“Y/N.” He said your name like a warning, and the tone of his voice settled right in your core.

“Yeah,” you squeaked. “Yeah, that helps.”

“Good,” he smirked, before grabbing his phone from beside him.

“Uh… What are you doing?” You watched as he scrolled for a second, pressing a button before putting the phone to his ear.

“Telling Sammy to beat it.”

Your eyes grew wide. “What!?” you whisper-yelled. “No! Just — we can just do it back here!”

He gave you a pointed look. “I’m not taking your virginity in the backseat of my car, Y/N.”

“Why not!?”

“Because we’re not sixteen, for one. And for two… I wanna make it special.” He rushed the last bit out, like he was embarrassed to say it. And he should be. You cringed as you heard it.

“Oh my God,” you began.

“Shut up.”

“You did not just say that.”

“Shut up. Sam, answer your phone, God dammit!”

“I have done, like, almost everything else, you know. In the backseats of many, many cars. You don’t need to make it special for me, Deano,” you teased.

“For the last time, shut your mouth, or I’m gonna shut it for you,” he said, the look he gave letting you know he wasn’t in the mood to play. No, he wanted to fuck you. Beyond that, he wanted to dominate you. And you were more than happy to submit.

You might have been a virgin physically, but mentally? Mentally, you’d probably give Dean a run for his money.

Sam didn’t answer. Naturally. He was probably in the shower, but you were kind of grateful because as much as you wanted Dean, you didn’t want to make Sam uncomfortable. Or worse, give him any reason to give you the talk . Because he totally would. After trying his brother two more times, Dean decided it would be better to just get a room of your own, and you were much happier with that decision.

You watched as he unlocked the door, pushing it open and stepping aside, gesturing for you to go ahead.

“Ladies first.”

“You mean you’re not gonna carry me over the threshold?” you joked. “Thought you wanted to make this special .”

He gave you an unamused look, and you shot back a sarcastic closed-mouth smile before you were being swept off of your feet and over his shoulder faster than you could process.

“Dean!” you squealed, as he carried you through the doorway, kicking the door shut behind him before practically throwing you onto the bed.

He was hovering over you seconds later, his face a few inches from yours, and the mood shifted from playful to serious.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked.

You nodded, your fingers coming up to play with the collar of his flannel.

“If I tell you something, you promise you won’t make fun of me?” you questioned, your eyes glued to the plaid pattern on his shirt.

“Promise.”

“I was kinda… holding out for you.” You drew your eyes up to meet his.

“Seriously?” he asked, half laughing. You could tell it wasn’t because he thought it was funny. It was because he couldn’t believe it.

You swallowed nervously, nodding again as you stared into those green eyes, and you hoped that this meant as much to him as it did to you. Something told you it did.

“I wasn’t kidding, you know,” he said.

You tilted your head in question.

“About making it special for you. I know it’s like, the grossest thing I could have possibly said but, you deserve so much better than me, and so if —”

“There’s no one better for me, you idiot.” And you almost told him everything. That you’ve been in love with him ever since you met one summer at Bobby’s, back when you were just kids. That everything felt like it led up to this moment. That you wanted him to fuck you and make love to you all at once. That you didn’t want this to be the only time he did. But instead, you grabbed his face in your hands and pulled him towards you, your lips meeting in a kiss that felt like it could have powered an entire country’s electric grid.

He deepened it, and the two of you were nothing but tongues and teeth and lips — it wasn’t sexy. It was hungry. Starved, more like. Like he had been thinking about kissing you just as long as you had been thinking about him.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling his hips down towards your denim-covered core, down until you felt the hardness underneath his jeans pressed up against the spot where you needed him most, down until you couldn’t help but grind against it. He moaned as he kissed you, so you did it again. And again. And again. And —

“You need to stop that.” It wasn’t a suggestion. It was a command. You noticed that your arms were above your head, his hands pinning your wrists against the mattress. You don’t know when that happened, but you weren’t complaining. In fact, it spurred you on.

You smiled mischievously and rutted against him once more.

“What’re you gonna do about it, Winchester?”

He dropped his forehead to yours, steadying his breaths.

“I can fuck you like it’s your first time, or I can fuck you how I actually want to.”

“And how’s that?”

He took a shaky breath, like he was actually having a hard time controlling himself. You felt a sense of pride shoot through you at that.

“Like the fucking brat you are.”

You almost came from that alone.

Wanna know some common misconceptions about virgins? That they don’t have kinks. That they don’t watch porn. That they don’t have a plethora of sex toys in their nightstand. That they sit and crochet in their convent dorm room all day. Sure, you were years past the age when girls typically lose their virginity, but you were no saint. In fact, you enjoyed being quite the opposite. And you enjoyed being put in your place.

“Do your worst.”

It was like something in him snapped. His eyes were lust-blown and hungry and you didn’t miss the way his jaw ticked, and then he was undressing you so fast that you could’ve been part of a quick change act. He muttered something about a light system as he took off your clothes, and you nodded in a way that let him know that you already knew how all of that worked.

When you were down to just a black lace bra and panties, he paused as his fingers hooked under your waistband. He stared at you, his expression serious, and you knew that he was going to give you one more warning. One more opportunity to say, “Actually, I’d like to have a totally normal, non-kinky, first time experience, please.” But that wasn’t what you wanted.

“You sure you know what you’re asking for?”

You rolled your eyes. “I trust you. Put me in my goddamn place, Winchester. You’ve only been wanting to do it for the past two hours.”

“Oh, I’ve been waiting to do it for a lot longer than that, sweetheart.”

“Really?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh, yeah,” he replied, huffing a small laugh before pulling off your panties in one swift motion. His hands came to rest on your bare thighs as he locked his eyes with yours. “Any hard limits?”

You shook your head. “I trust you. I mean, like, don’t pee on me or —”

“Not gonna happen. But… most everything else?”

“Dean,” you began, looking at him pointedly, “I trust you. If it helps, I’ve used like, toys on myself before. And I don’t mean just a vibrator, I mean like… well, you get the gist.”

“So I don’t have to go easy on you, is what you’re saying?”

“Put me in my place,” you repeated.

“Alright,” he replied, his hands gripping the underside of your thighs as he roughly pushed them apart, “but just so we’re clear, that’s the last order you’ll be giving tonight.”

Your throat bobbed and you nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

You meant it as a joke, but it didn’t come out that way. No, the title came out in a way that made his jaw clench and his eyes darken and it stoked the fire raging in your core.

Dean didn’t waste any more time talking after that, his tongue moving through your folds seconds later, drawing gasps and soft moans from your lips. You arched into him, your hands in his hair, silently begging for more. It wasn’t the first time a man had gone down on you, but it was the first time it felt like this .

He pinned your hips down to the bed with one hand splayed over your abdomen and then his tongue was inside you and “eating you out” didn’t come close to describing his ministrations. He was devouring you like his life depended on it, like the sounds you were making were a goddamn Zeppelin song that he wasn’t anywhere near done listening to. And then he added a finger, and then another, and it didn’t matter how many times you had imagined him doing this while you had your own fingers inside you — nothing would have prepared you for how good the real thing felt.

“Oh — fuck,” you gasped, and he chuckled into your sex and you had to actively think about not coming on his face and ending this whole experience early.

“You’re close,” he observed, flicking his tongue over your clit as he continued to pump his fingers in and out, and it was so fucking hot how he just knew that. It was like he had been fucking you for years, the way he knew your body, your tells.

You nodded. “Mmhm,” you confirmed, unable to form words with the way the coil in your abdomen was tightening.

“Hold it,” he ordered.

Your eyes shot open, because it wasn’t the command you were expecting, and you tried to lift your head to shoot him a cold glare but you couldn’t. And he just kept pumping, flicking, licking, chuckling — fucking asshole.

“Mm — fuck — please!” you cried out.

“When you come tonight, it’s gonna be on my cock. So hold it.”

You didn’t think you could. You had played this game with yourself and your vibrator and your self-control was majorly lacking and God his mouth and fingers felt so fucking good and you were there, the coil wound so goddamn tight, it would take nothing for you to let it snap, and then —

He stopped.

He pulled his mouth away from your core, his fingers out of your pussy, and you were writhing underneath him, because you had been right there and you needed him to be touching you again right the fuck now.

You whined.

He spanked your pussy. Not hard or anything, just enough to see if it was okay with you, and fuck, was it.

“Stop whining,” he demanded. He positioned himself so he was hovering over you again, his face inches away from yours as he stared into your eyes. “Or I’ll give you something to whine about.”

You were curious as to what that something would be, but sensed that right now wouldn’t be the best time for that question. You nodded instead.

“Good girl.” He smiled when he said it, like he knew exactly what those two words would do to you.

You squirmed underneath him, it had been too long since he’d last touched you. Too long being thirty seconds at most, but still. It had felt like hours.

“Has anyone ever told you,” he began, dipping his head to place a soft kiss on your collarbone, “that you are very,” another kiss to the other side, “very,” one more to the middle of your chest, “impatient?” He slowly pulled down the left cup of your bra, your breast spilling out of it. “Makes me wanna take my time.”

His eyes stayed glued to yours as his head moved down to your hardened nipple, taking it into his mouth at a goddamn snail’s pace. You arched your back, and he let you this time, chuckling at how easy it was to make your body react. His other hand slipped underneath you, unclasping your bra in a way that reminded you that he had a lot of experience doing so, and you refused to water the seed of jealousy that had sprouted from the thought. It didn’t matter that he had done this a million times. All that mattered was that he was doing it now, with you.

He pulled your bra off and threw it haphazardly over his shoulder, and you were suddenly very aware of the fact that you were completely naked, and he still had 87 fucking layers on, the outermost of which was still speckled with dragon blood, and it’s not that you were anywhere near clean, but you certainly didn’t want those clothes touching your bare skin.

“Dean?” you rasped, and he pulled away from your nipple to give you his full attention.

“You okay, sweetheart? Do you want to st—”

“No! God, no. It’s just —” you sighed, exasperated. This was dumb. You were going to stop him for this? Your eyes landed on a spot of blood on the shoulder of his flannel. Yes, yes you were, because that’s gross. “It’s just that your clothes are covered in monster blood and I’m like, totally naked, and I don’t want —”

He chuckled like you were the most adorable thing he’d ever seen. “I gotchya, baby.”

Baby. Baby ? You tried not to overthink the pet name as he climbed off the bed to take his clothes off, watching you the entire time. Sweetheart, you’d been called a million times. He called everyone sweetheart. But baby? Baby was his car, and no one else. Unless, that’s what you were to him now. His, and no one else’s. You filed the thought away under “Things to Think About After You Lost Your Virginity to Dean Winchester”.

He was in nothing but his boxers now, his cock already hard underneath them, and you bit your lip as he hooked his thumbs under the waistband and slid them off. And then, there he was, exactly like you’d imagined him but also better, because this was real and happening. You gaped at him, at his size. He wasn’t any bigger than the fake one you had in your nightstand, but that one was nine inches and you could never fit it all the way in. He was perfect. All of him.

“You okay?” he asked again, crawling back onto the bed.

“Mhm,” you managed, gulping.

He was on top of you again, his forearm holding up his weight as his free hand came to grab your thigh, hooking it over his hip and leaning down to kiss you. You could feel him against your core, his cock moving between your folds as he moved his hips, teasing you with it.

“Dean,” you breathed.

“Hm?”

“I want…” you couldn’t find it in yourself to finish your request.

“I know, sweetheart,” he whispered.

You decided you liked “baby” better.

“Please.”

“I thought you wanted me to put you in your place?”

You shook your head. “N-next time. Just, please .”

His eyebrows shot up, and you realized what you had said.

“Next time, huh?” he asked, with that shit-eating grin of his.

You rolled your eyes. He stopped moving, the smile wiped off his lips as he gripped you underneath your chin, somewhere between rough and gentle, the look on his face telling you he wasn’t messing around.

“Roll your eyes at me again, and next time I’ll really do my worst.”

You bit back a smile, and you just knew he was thinking, Brat. But you asked your question anyway.

“But not this time?” There was a devilish gleam in your eyes. You were tempting him, and he knew it.

“Do you ever get tired of being such a brat?”

“Dunno,” you shrugged. “Do you ever get tired of it?”

His jaw tensed, and he forced a sardonic, closed-lip smile. “Nothing I can’t handle.”

“Hm. But not this time, right?”

“Y/N —” he warned.

“Afraid you’re gonna hurt me? Scare me? What’s really keeping you from putting me in my place… Sir?”

For the second time that night, something in him snapped. You yelped as he flipped you over and grabbed your hips, dragging them upwards so your ass was in the air and your chest was on the mattress. Four hits to your cheeks came down in quick succession, and when you reached your hand behind you to block them, it was quickly pinned to the small of your back. Three more hits followed, accompanied by a pathetic, “Ow!” from your lips.

“Color?” he questioned roughly.

“So fucking green,” you replied, dazed.

Seven more hits followed, each one harder than the last, and you didn’t think there was anything better than the sting you were feeling right now. There was nothing more you wanted than for him to mark you up like this.

“Fuck, you’re dripping,” he commented. Five more hits.

“Oh, fuck!” you cried out at the last hit, one that felt like it reverberated through your entire body. One that definitely left a handprint behind.

“Yeah, but you like it, don’t you?” It was a rhetorical question. He spanked you four more times. “You just wanted me to mark you up, is that it? Think of me every time you sit down for the next few days, hm?” Three more.

“Mmph!” Your cries were muffled by the comforter.

“Yeah, I can tell. Look at this fucking mess.” He dragged his fingers through your soaked folds. “Jesus Christ,” he said under his breath, and then he was flipping you back over. He nestled himself between your legs, his tip teasing your entrance. His expression softened as he stared into your eyes. “Are you sure?”

You nodded. “Yeah,” you replied breathily.

He slid into you slow and easy, your mouth open in a silent moan as he bottomed out.

“Good?” he asked.

“So fucking good.”

When he started to move, you thought you were going to die. In a good way. In a way that made you decide right there and then that when the time did come, this was how you wanted to go out.

“Harder,” you encouraged, and he obliged. “Faster.”

He was properly fucking you now. Hard and fast and dirty. Your legs were wrapped around his waist, your heels digging into his ass, forcing him to go deeper. His head was buried in your neck, your nails were clawing up his back, and the room was filled with moans and pants and expletives that put a sailor’s mouth to shame.

“Shit, baby,” he panted into your neck. “God damn, you feel good. So fucking tight.” He sped up his thrusts, and the bed was squeaking so much that you thought it was going to fall apart underneath you, but you were too far gone to care. He reached a hand down in between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit, circling it expertly. You were on the precipice of your release in seconds. And then —

“Come. Soak that fucking cock, baby. Come for me.”

And you screamed loud enough to get both you and him kicked out of the motel if they cared enough as your orgasm ripped through you. He fucked you through it, his pace only faltering moments later, right before he pulled out and painted your stomach white. It looked like a Jackson Pollock on your abdomen. Kinda hot, actually.

“You okay?” Dean asked, looking down at you as he finally caught his breath.

“More than,” you smiled.

He mirrored the look on your face before crawling off the bed and heading to the bathroom. He came back moments later with a damp washcloth, gently cleaning his masterpiece off of your skin. When he was done, he threw it across the room, aiming for the bathroom, and it landed on the tile in front of the toilet. He laid down next to you, pulling you into his chest as he pressed a soft kiss into your hair, and you wanted to ask so many questions, all at once. What were you two now? How long had he been wanting this? Would there be a next time? Instead, you opted for —

“You know in fanfictions, they write you as a submissive most of the time.”

He snorted. “They’re half right.”

“A switch?” you asked, surprised. “Lucky me.”

He chuckled softly. “Sorry about your ass.”

You shrugged. “I was asking for it.”

“Oh, you were definitely asking for it. Still, I… I dunno. It was your first time, I didn’t want to get too —”

“It was perfect, Dean.”

“Yeah?”

You nodded, smiling, dozing off already. “Yeah.”

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Those Eyes - Dean Winchester P2

Title: Those Eyes - Dean Winchester Part 2

Words: 3,569

Relationship: Dean Winchester X Reader

TW: Strong language. Angst, sexual tension, masturbation talk, Dom-Sub.

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Part 1

I cleared my throat, trying to gain some self-control as I made my way to Sam at the Impala. I should have cleaned myself up again, God damn Dean. I have never in my life been so attracted to someone. No one else has even been able to control me with just their eyes before. I can't pinpoint what it is about him but then again I think it's everything about him that turns me on. He's hot as fuck and my God he knows exactly what to say and do to make me weak.

He's such a tease. "Hey," I jumped at the voice, startled by the sudden snap back to reality. I blinked my imagination away realising that I had walked back to the Impala on auto-pilot. I forced a smile on Sam as he looked at me confused. "You okay?" He asked suspiciously, his eyebrows knitted together as he rested his back against the Impala. Dean must have the keys.

"Yeah, just in a world of my own," I chuckled, joining him in resting against the car. He looked at me a little sceptically.

"You sure? You seem completely distracted. If you don't feel up to this one, you can take point on research or just chill in the motel," He added, his sympathy and soft tone showing he was worried about me. Knowing him, he probably once again thought I was on my period. He always seems sympathetic about my periods, always offering support or things I might need. He's always getting hot water bottles ready for me in case I'm in too much pain with cramps. Sometimes saying he's proud of me for getting through them and gives his condolences that I had to go through it. It's sweet and makes me feel loved, he once explained that Jess' cramps were crippling and so he was always helping her that time of month.

I chuckled as I smiled, "I'm not on my period, just a little distracted," I commented, smiling brightly as I knew that no matter how much I questioned what was happening between Dean and me, Sam was a constant in my life.

"Anything you want to talk about?" He asked, showing a little concern probably worried. I smiled softly as I shook my head.

"Nothing's on my mind, just tired I think," I shrugged, he seemed to accept that answer.

"I'm here if you need me," He added, a genuine smile on his lips. I chuckled as I smiled back.

"Thanks, Sammy," I added, my attention quickly going to movement as Dean walked out of the police station. My eyes seemed magnetised to him, I bit my lip as I admired him. Smirking as he approached us, I gulped the closer he got.

"You better not have scratched the paint," Dean joked as he approached us. Sam and I chuckled as I shook my head, both of us getting away from the car. Sam walked around the car, getting in the passenger seat as Dean continued towards me. I turned my back to him, ready to open my door but gasped as Dean's hand found my back and pushed me against the car. My eyes widened as I looked over the car, my chest against the glass window. He wiped my ass with a few swipes. I gulped, frozen in place. "Don't want both my babies dirty," He commented, his tone low and seductive. I gulped, trying to comprehend what was happening. He called me baby, he's wiping dirt off my ass and pinned me against the car. He slapped my ass harshly, a whimper leaving my lips as he chuckled. "You need to stop being so hot, the cop asked me for your number. Did you think he was hot?" He asked, I was completely dumbstruck by his question.

"No," I managed, my voice sounded small as his hand kept me against the car. I know if I moved he would let me, nothing about him or the way he acts threatens me. I know that if I showed I was uncomfortable and wanted him to stop he would.

"Good, I don't want competition." He stated simply. My eyebrows furrowed as the thought of Dean ever having competition was impossible. The only time someone would choose someone other than Dean clearly hasn't met him, they clearly hadn't felt his eyes on them and the way he controls me. "Now, get your fine ass in the car," He added, slapping my ass again before he opened his door and climbed inside. I took a deep breath to compose myself before climbing in the back.

"What was that about?" Sam asked, clearly confused as to why it took us a while to get in the car.

"Cop wanted her number, just checking if she wanted to go back in and give it to him," Dean explained, his tone showing indifference.

"Oh," Sam exclaimed, clearly surprised. I chuckled dryly.

"Wow, thanks Sam," I commented sarcastically. Sam chuckled as he shook his head but my attention was on Dean as he seemed to glare at Sam.

"No, I wasn't surprised that he asked for your number I was surprised Dean actually told you," Sam commented but Dean looked at him confused. Sam has been oblivious to everything between Dean and me. He always looks innocent to others so I don't think he knows anything has been happening for months.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Dean asked, his tone showing a little annoyance. The air in the car felt tense as we just sat waiting for Dean to start driving but Dean was waiting for answers. I gulped, waiting and not wanting to be present in the conversation.

"Well, I just mean-" Sam stumbled for answers. Dean's stare didn't quiver as he looked at Sam. I took a deep breath, his stare wasn't even at me and I was still affected. "People ask for her number all the time," Sam shrugged, my eyes rolled to the back of my head as I begged the world to eat me. Great!

"What do you mean all the time?" Dean asked but Sam chuckled.

"At least once a hunt, sometimes more. I thought you knew," Sam added, clearly a little confused. I considered holding my breath and waiting until the nightmare was over but I knew I couldn't hold my breath to death. I'd never mentioned any of this to Dean, it's not something to brag about and if anything I think it's weird. I wouldn't say that I'm hot but when I've talked with someone they're interested. It must be a mix of my looks and personality. I've never thought much of it, plus it isn't every hunt Sam's exaggerating.

"No, I didn't," Dean said plainly, his eyes turning to the mirror as he looked at me before starting the car. I gulped, instantly worrying how he would react in private.

There have been times when a guy has hit on me in a bar and Dean always got a little jealous but he also loves to tease me about it claiming that I'm way out of their leagues and they didn't stand a chance. I always thought it was hot, the jealousy and compliments. Then again, Dean breathes and I think it's hot.

The drive back to the motel was quiet, the radio playing in the background not particularly loud. My mind raced with all the possible situations that could happen with Dean. I wondered if he would be jealous or compliment me, I worried he would be annoyed. Although I didn't hide it from him on purpose, it seemed weird that it had never come up in conversation sooner. I hope he doesn't think I was keeping it a secret. I chewed on my bottom lip a little nervously.

"Y/n," I looked forward, coming back to reality as Sam chuckled softly. I smiled softly as I wondered why he had said my name. "You staying in the car?" He asked with a chuckle, I looked out the window and we were here. Dean climbed out of the car, I gathered myself jumping slightly when my door opened. I looked out seeing Dean had opened my door for me and was waiting. I bit my lip as I climbed out, thanking him as I stood up. His face was plain, I took a deep breath knowing he was most likely annoyed.

I stepped away from the car so he could close the door. Sam got out, heading to the motel room to unlock the door, I gulped following him with Dean close beside me. "I knew I wouldn't be alone in wanting you but seems you have a lot to choose from," He stated simply, his hand on my lower back as he walked with me. My breath hitched, and my heart rate quickened. I kept my eyes on Sam's back, not having the willpower to look at Dean and his eyes. God, those eyes. They're my weakness and strength all at once.

I was uneasy for a while, sitting in the motel room with the boys. A part of me wanted to make an excuse to go to my room, hopefully Dean would come but another part of me was too nervous to see what would happen. For months it has felt like a game of cat and mouse, the secret chase. Now that he may catch me, I'm worried that it won't be as fun, I could never stop being attracted to Dean but I worried that after today things would change and I am not a fan of change. I gulped, coming back into conversation with the boys as I felt Dean's eyes on me. I glanced over, he was smirking but looked back at Sam, their conversation about the case continuing.

After a little while, I was invested in the conversation. Putting in my theories and laughing along with the jokes. Dean's eyes often found me but he was holding back on looking at me like he wanted to rip my clothes off, this is the time of the day when I'm a little calmer, although he still affects me I'm still able to function in a room with him.

"Right," Sam announced, getting up from his chair and grabbing his jacket off the back of it. I looked at him confused, watching as he put on his coat. Where's he going? "I'm getting food," He explained, looking at Dean and me with a smile. My eyes widened slightly as I felt Dean's eyes on me. He smirked.

"I can do it," I tried but Sam chuckled, I probably sounded too eager.

"It's alright, I was able to take a shower this morning so you's might as well stay back and freshen up," He explained, doing my least favourite thing that he often does... he brings logic into the conversation. I sighed, wanting nothing more than to run out of the room so he didn't have a choice and so I wasn't alone with Dean.

After a little time, Sam left Dean and me alone. I gulped, forcing a smile but not looking at him. He chuckled, my eyes instinctively going to him. He licked his lips, his eyes yet again devouring me. He either needs to stop looking at me with those eyes or stop looking at me altogether.

"Hope there's enough hot water for the two of us," He started slowly. I gulped, the rest of his sentence predictable and yet my insides quivered to hear him say it. He rose from his seat at the table, eyes boring deep into mine. He smirked as he approached me on the couch, I gulped, eyes glued to him as he towered over me. He smirked devilishly as he put his hands on the back of the couch, leaning over me but lowering himself close to my face. His eyes looked deep into mine, and my breath hitched as his plump lips tempted me to kiss them. "Or maybe we should save water. Seems you have a choice of men to shower with," He finished. His voice was deep but whispered.

I gulped, mouth drying as I looked up at him. His lips slightly parted, half his lips curled into a smirk. "You know," He started, pausing for dramatic effect or waiting until my heartbeat wasn't as loud so I could hear him, it's unclear. "It seems wrong showering with you if we haven't even kissed," He added, biting his bottom lip as his eyes travelled to my lips. I held my breath, my chin raising slightly as my heart rate quickened, and my lips practically tingled with anticipation for him kissing me.

Time seemed to stand still as his lips were an inch from mine. His eyes searched my face, I gulped, lips parted as I waited, begging him to kiss me. I bit my bottom lip, his eyes catching the movement quickly, I should just grab him and kiss him! Why wait for him to do it? I took a deep breath, mentally preparing myself to grab the back of his neck and close the distance between our lips.

"Guess we'll have to wait then," He spoke abruptly, standing up straight and moving away from me as if the whole thing hadn't happened. I sat, gawking at him. I gritted my teeth as I rolled my eyes. That's it! I'm done with him! I'm done with this game! If he doesn't want to kiss me then I don't want to see him. I stood, taking control of my own body. He turned around looking at me a little confused, obviously not expecting me to stand.

"Yeah, well have fun alone," I scoffed, shaking my head as I walked out. I headed a few doors down to my motel room, normally we're in the rooms next to each other but now I'm thankful that there wasn't the space for that. I need as much distance from Dean as I can get right now.

I slammed my door shut, clasping my hands together as I stopped myself from punching a hole in the door. He's not messing with me anymore, I am done being played with! I locked the door, focusing on taking a shower and pleasing myself while trying to think of anyone but Dean.

I cleaned myself up, exfoliating and getting my skin as clean as possible. A part of me wanted to wash Dean off of me, to leave no trace of him on my skin. I washed my hair, putting on a hair mask to get it as new and fresh as possible. I grew practically giddy as I leaned against the tiles, my instincts wincing away from the cold tiles. I rested back, fingers travelling down to my exposed nerves. I bit my lip, the warm water trickling down my body, the warmth washing over me as my ring and middle finger found my clit. I bit my lip harder, a whimper escaping my lips as my eyes rolled to the back of my head. I sighed happily as I rubbed circles over my clit, the pleasure consuming me as I found my mind.

Thoughts of Dean clouded my mind, I fought to think of someone else, a distraction. Dean's eyes took up my mind so I opened my eyes, focusing on the sensations. I moaned softly before trailing my fingers down.

A scream escaped my lips as I jumped. A loud bang echoed through my motel room. SHIT! I hurried to turn my shower off. I peeked my head out of the bathroom seeing no one in my room, I grabbed a towel quickly wrapping it around my body as I hurried to the door. I grabbed my gun, cocking it as I looked through the peephole. I sighed as I put the gun aside. Dean fucking Winchester. Of course, it is. I rolled my eyes as I unlocked the door.

"What the fuck Dean?" I asked, annoyance in my tone as I opened the door. He looked annoyed before pushing the door wider, I stumbled back from the movement. He walked in, his back turned to me as I looked around annoyed and frustrated in more ways than one. I pushed the door shut, silently seething as I looked at Dean.

"I told you not to lock your door," His voice was angry but his eyes were hungry. Normally I'd be a puddle on the floor by now but I am done with him. I scoffed as I shook my head.

"And I told you to have fun alone," I retorted as I put my hand on my hip, looking at him angrily as he looked surprised by my response. I stayed strong as he stared me down.

"You're talking back to me now?" He asked, his eyebrows showing he wasn't asking, more stating. I maintained eye contact, not letting myself feel belittled by him.

"Yeah, there's no point in wasting both of our time and energy. I was actually showering so if you could just fuck off, that'd be great," I responded, gritting my teeth as I watched his anger grow. His eyes were darker than I've ever seen them. I made a point of not breaking eye contact first, it grew more challenging but I stayed strong. He remained still, his mind clearly clouded by his anger. I continued to fight myself to not break eye contact, it's principle now. He didn't seem to be struggling which only angered me more. "And for the love of God, will you stop looking at me with those eyes!" I shouted, my chest rising and falling rapidly. He clenched his jaw, eyebrows stiffening as he said nothing. "Don't look at me like you want to rip my clothes off, either do it or stop looking at me," I shouted, momentarily surprising myself with my own words.

Dean seemed surprised too, his anger evaporating from his expression. He looked away from me, scoffing slightly as he looked caught off guard. I clenched my jaw, offended by his reaction. I knew he was just messing with me this whole time but to scoff at that is ridiculous. I sucked my teeth angrily as I nodded, coming fully to terms with the fact this whole thing was a game to him. I tried with everything in me not to punch him in his handsome and annoying face. He shook his head as he turned towards the door.

That's what I thought. It was now so apparently obvious he was messing with me. Maybe now I'll finally get over him. I rolled my eyes as I turned around to watch him leave. My eyebrows furrowed slightly as he stopped at the door. He moved with precise movements, his hand reaching for the door handle. Seemed odd, but it all made sense why he stopped when rather than grabbing the handle he flicked the lock. My eyes widened as I gulped, we're locked in.

I stood frozen in place as he slowly turned around to look at me, his eyes still looking at me like he wanted to rip my clothes off. He moved slowly, approaching me without a word. I gulped, snapping myself back to reality.

"Dean," I cleared my throat, trying to gain some strength in my voice. "I wasn't serious," I tried, my voice sounding little as I backed away from him. His expression didn't change, he continued approaching me. "Stop messing with me," I jumped when my back hit the wall behind me. I gulped as he continued, my inside fluttering nervously. I felt little again as he towered over me. My breath hitched as he put a hand on the wall beside my head, his arm staying straight as he rested against it. His body was close to mine as he stared deep into my eyes. I bit my lip, watching as my insides churned in anticipation.

"Do I have your permission?" He asked slowly, his voice deep with desire. I gulped, taken back by his question. I was frozen in place, my lips parting as my mind considered all my options. I either put my foot down and get him to leave, he'll stop messing with me and I'll be in control of myself again... But... I nodded softly, too intimidated to speak. Dean smirked softly. His hands moved to my towel slowly. I gasped as he ripped it from my body quickly, forcefully. I gulped, fully exposed to him. He took a second to look me over, his eyes admiring every curve of my body as he licked his lips. My breath quickened as I could see his pupils dilate, the throb in his neck quickened before he bit his bottom lip. His eyes finally found mine, his breath quick as he almost growled. "From now on I'm going to look at you like I want to eat you. Let's see how long before you're begging to have this conversation again," He spoke slowly, eyes bouncing from my lips to my eyes, clearly wanting to kiss me. All ability to function left my body as I stared into his eyes. True to his word he looked at me like he wanted to devour me, like he was starving and I was the only food in sight.

God knows how I'm going to survive this.

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Those Eyes - Dean Winchester

Title: Those Eyes - Dean Winchester

Words: 3,082

Relationship: Dean Winchester X Reader

TW: Strong language. Angst, sexual tension, masturbation talk, Dom-Sub.

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God. Dean fucking Winchester has me in a chokehold. I practically drooled over him; all he did was listen to a cop. I need to get ahold of myself. I need some sexual release, there are not enough hours in the day to masturbate enough to be able to function around Dean. When someone asks what my type is, I just start describing Dean. I can't handle being around him and yet I stay with the Winchesters, hunt with them, travel with them. The only time I'm away from Dean is when I'm sleeping but even then he infects my dreams like a parasite, eating away at me and getting me so sexually frustrated I'm in a constant cycle of irritable and submissive for him.

Dean isn't shy about wanting to fuck me, he only seems to look at me like he's undressing me. He controls my breathing and knows it. I took a deep breath, closing my eyes as I tried to gain control of my own mind. I looked at the cop, trying to listen to him as I crossed my legs over each other to rest my elbow on the chair arm beside me. I gulped as I felt the familiar burning deep in my stomach, I used the only willpower left inside my body to keep my eyes on the cop. I know Dean has his eyes on me, I can always feel it. My breath quickened as my eyes finally wandered to Dean. He was watching me intently. His eyes were slightly hooded, he released his bottom lip from between his teeth as he mischievously smirked at me. I gulped, eyes struggling to return to the cop.

I just need to stay strong just a little longer. Dean's moving caught my eye, he sat back in his seat, his hand pushing on the crotch of his jeans slightly as he widened his legs. I gulped, watching his strong thighs begging me to sit on him. I clenched my jaw, gulping to try and gain some control. I blinked to try to clear my mind. I could still feel Dean's eyes on me. I could feel every atom of my body. I cleared my throat, adjusting my seating position a little nervously. He has so much control over me. To anyone else in the room, he looks innocent, he's just sitting in a chair but Dean and I know his intentions with every movement. His favourite thing in the world seems to be getting a reaction out of me. He does it probably a hundred times a day. I switched my legs so my left leg was now crossed over the right. I chewed on my bottom lip, finally looking at Dean, I could never look away for long. His eyes showed his hunger. His plain expression as his eyes bore into me quickened my breath. His hand sat high on his thigh, and my eyes were magnitised to his tightening grip turning his knuckles white. I gulped as I looked back to his eyes, my breath hitched in my throat as he licked his lips, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth to bite down on it. I gulped as he raised his eyebrows before looking down at his crotch, my eyes following as I knew the look was his way of tempting me to sit on his lap.

I clenched my legs together as wetness pooled in between my thighs. Fuck sake. I cleared my throat as I stood. Everyone's eyes were on me but only Dean's gaze made me quiver. "If you'll excuse me," I commented politely, stealing one last glance at Dean as he smirked watching me intently. I could still feel his eyes on me as I walked out. Finally breathing as soon as I left the room. I'm struggling to even be in a room with him, it's getting out of hand. I'm sick of lying to myself and thinking that maybe this will be the month that he doesn't affect me anymore but 7 months of knowing him later and I'm still waiting for the day he doesn't have control over me. I headed straight for the bathroom. My mission only turned to cleaning myself up and splashing cold water on myself to calm down. Hell, if I find ice on the way there then even better.

Dean's POV:

I held a sigh back as I continued to pretend to be listening for what felt like an hour. I rubbed my eye, adjusting my head to steal a glance at Y/N. I tightened my lips to stop myself from smiling. God, she's perfect. I looked back at the cop, offering a fake smile and nodding. I stared blankly at the cop as my mind wandered to Y/N. Remembering what she looked like from my quick glance. I swear you could look at her from any angle and she'd look fuckable. I turn animalistic when I look at her.

When we first met I thought she was beautiful and dreamed of the cute little life we could have as a couple. I fell in love with her but from a little distance. It was all innocent thoughts, cute things we'd do as a couple and the dates we'd have but one frightful night I figured something out that had bothered me for 3 months. I noticed that any night I masturbated she would always seem a little happier the next day. For 3 months, I thought that it was some "Post-nut clarity" and I was falling deeper in love with her but... The second I heard her moan my name on a random night I was masturbating I realised that we were both masturbating after a day we were alone together. I knew in an instant that you felt the sexual tension too and she also masturbated at the thought of me.

The next morning was the first time I looked at Y/N with hungry eyes the whole day. My only thoughts were all the sexual things we'd probably both already imagined. I could never stop looking at her like that, especially when it was so obvious she was enjoying it. She always clenches her thighs and breaths heavily enough that I can watch her chest and see clearly how heavy she is breathing. I often wonder why I ever wasted time watching TV when all the entertainment I need is her, I just have to sit in this chair and watching her get flustered would be something I could watch for hours.

I glanced over as movement caught my eye. My eyes landed on Y/N's gorgeous legs as she crossed them. From the tightness of her jaw and slightly quick breathing, I know she's starting to get flustered. I smirked as I licked my lips, bringing my bottom lip between my teeth.

I need to be a man to my word, I said I could watch her get flustered just from sitting and staring at her so why not test it out... I turned my shoulders back and stared directly at Y/N. I bit down on my lip, smirking to myself as I noticed her gulp. I feel like a stalker being able to read her so well but she gets flustered in a room with me multiple times a day, of course I have subconsciously memorised it by now. I know she can feel me watching her, she always knows. I continued to stare at her, I could practically predict what was going through her mind, she wanted to look at me.

I dropped my bottom lip from between my teeth, smirking as she finally looked at me and proved me right. I only grew more confident in my ways when she struggled to look back at the cop. It's too easy. God, what I would give just to march up to her right now and kiss her with the force I've been holding back for months. I didn't think I would mess with her this long, normally I mess with a woman for a few hours and then sleep with her but with Y/N, it drives me crazy knowing how much I mess with her, it also drives me crazy knowing that she's masturbating practically every night now because of me. I took a deep breath realising that I had made the mistake of thinking of her masturbating, the small moans I would hear when I was listening carefully, hoping the sound would carry between motel room walls. It's pornographic.

I sat deeper in my seat, pushing down on the crotch of my jeans, my semi-erect penis feeling uncomfortable in the growingly tightening jeans. I continued to study her, watching as her eyes absorbed my movement and new position, I couldn't hold back my smirk as her flustered state became more obvious. I felt my eyes darken as she switched her crossed legs, most likely clenching them, clearly getting wet. God, I don't even need to do anything and she's ready for me. I licked my lips, surveying every inch of her perfect body. What I wouldn't give to have her in arms reach right now. I gripped my thigh, something to stabilise myself while my eyes tore off her clothes.

She found the courage to look at me again, I suggestively looked down into my lap. Something her eyes followed and from the clenching of her thighs I knew without a shadow of a doubt she was wet. I would do anything to feel just how wet I make her. I smirked as she cleared her throat, standing from her seat. She still looked flustered as I bit my lip, watching her. She tried avoiding my eyes but she couldn't for long.

"If you'll excuse me," She stated politely. Glancing at me one last time before turning. I watched as she walked out, her ass being my only focus as she walked. Her body is perfect. What I wouldn't give to feel her sitting on my lap right now.

I should probably bring my attention back to the cop but I just can't take my mind off Y/N, my sweet, horny Y/N. Lost deep in thought, I imagined what she could be doing right now, a huge part of me wondering if she was horny enough to wait until she was back at the motel to relieve herself or if she was "Destressing" in the bathrooms. My mind imagined how she could look right now, picturing her perfect face contorting to the pleasure she was giving herself all because of me, probably thinking about me and what we both hoped I would do to her. God, I need to see her.

I rose from my seat, mind and eyes completely focusing on the task of seeing my Y/N, to know if she was horny enough to do it in the bathroom of a police station. "Dean?" Sam's voice pulled me from my trance. I shook myself out of it, turning back to look at him expectantly. "Where are you going?" He asked, giving me warning eyes towards the cop. I looked over at him curiously, the cop seemed suspicious of me, his eyes showing his uneasiness.

"Bathroom, shouldn't have eaten at the garage on the way," I chuckled, the cop seemed to exhale a chuckle.

"Been there before, it's down the hall and to the left," The cop explained, smiling as he nodded. I forced a smile, turning back to the door and heading out in the directions he had given me.

I stopped outside the bathrooms. The ladies on the right, men on the left and disabled toilets right in the centre. I smirked as rested my weight against the wall just outside the women's bathroom, smirking as I anticipated Y/N coming out soon.

Y/N's POV:

I looked in the mirror, using the paper towels to dry myself off. The cold water seemed to really help, I might actually be able to function at least until I can get back to the motel. I gave myself some motivating words before heading out of the bathroom. I jumped slightly as I rounded the corner of the door frame. Hands instantly on my arms as I walked into someone. I was about to apologise and move aside but as I looked at Dean I knew he was messing with me even more. The smirk on his face made it as clear as day. I took a deep breath, rolling my eyes slightly. I stepped out of his grasp.

"You're waiting for me outside of the bathrooms now?" I asked, my tone showing annoyance but my insides giddy to be close to him.

"Don't get too cocky, I wasn't waiting for you," He tried but I scoffed.

"Oh, okay," I sarcastically commented. "So, you were just waiting for the fun of it?" I asked, internally trying to stay brave as he looked at me with those eyes, the perfectly green eyes that always look at me with the deepest desire to get me naked. His smirk and wandering eyes were only confirmation in my mind that he had somehow worked out how to see through my clothes, I've never known anyone to have so much expression in just their eyes, it drives me crazy and he seems to know it.

"I'm waiting for the bathroom, sweetheart." He started, his lips momentarily hypnotizing me. His lips begged to be kissed but his smirk begged to be slapped off his face. "But since you're waiting here with me, you might as well join me," He tempted. My breath caught in my throat as he took a small but intentional step closer to me. I gulped as I took a step back, anything to try and hide how much he affects me. His widening smirk confirmed that my act was compromised.

"You want me to believe you're just waiting for-" I started but bit my tongue when a lock clicked behind me. I froze in place as Dean smirked cockily at me. His eyes never deviated from mine. I internally sighed as the guy coming out of the bathroom passed us. "Whatever," I commented, I stepped around Dean to pass him but his hand found my waist as he pulled me into the bathroom. I stumbled to stay standing. The second we were both in the bathroom he held me against the wall and clicked the lock shut. I breathed heavily, adrenaline cursing my veins as I looked up into his hungry eyes. Gulping as he licked his lips.

He stared at my lips as he bit his own, Is he finally going to kiss me? Kiss me! I stood frozen, my back against the wall and Dean's hand still on my waist. He moved closer, his body practically touching mine. His smirk grew as he looked into my eyes. He lifted his chin, lips moving even closer to mine as my chest rose and fell quickly.

"You're practically begging me to kiss you," His voice was low and dowsed in desire. I gasped as his free hand moved to my face, softly touching my cheek as his thumb moved over my lip, folding my bottom lip down as he watched intently. I held my breath, unable to function. He's moved from messing with me to actually touching me. "You-" Dean sighed as his phone ringing interrupted him. He pulled his hands from me to answer his phone, and I took the time to finally breathe again. He hadn't moved away from me, I'm still pinned to the wall.

"Yeah," Dean answered, his eyes instantly on me again. I gulped as he studied me closely. His hand came back up to my face. My breath quivered as he grabbed my chin and lifted my face to look at me closer. His lips are an inch from mine. "I don't know where she is, probably still in the bathroom," He commented, clearly talking to Sam. "Yeah, if I see her, I'll tell her," He added before hanging up. He licked his lips, barely missing mine with his tongue as he did it. He put his phone in his pocket, his eyes peering into mine. "Sam's waiting at the Impala," He added, his tone showing his disinterest. He smirked as I remained frozen, my eyes travelling to the lips an inch from mine, the lips I wished would kiss me. I bit my lip, my mind filling with imagining the kiss, the taste and the passion. He smirked as he watched me bite my lip. "Get out," He stated simply as he dropped my chin from his grasp. I looked at him confused, baffled at the sudden change in mood. He moved aside, unlocking the door but not opening it. He stood behind the door watching me expectantly.

I scoffed, shaking my head as I grabbed the handle ready to storm out annoyed. Fucking Dean, he's always messing with me and he doesn't even want me. I jumped as the door now slightly open door slammed in my face, his hands instantly pushing me back to the wall. He pinned me between his body and the wall. His hand on the side of my neck and the other on my lower back pulling me into his body. Breathing right now wasn't an option. "Don't lock your motel room later," He instructed, his intentions clear. "Got it?" He asked the look in his eyes making me quiver. I nodded quickly, and he smirked as he admired me. "Good," He stated simply before slapping my ass. I gasped at the unexpected action. His smirk turned to a grin at my reaction. "See you in the car," He added, his hand moving from my neck to open the door for me, his other hand still holding me close.

I gulped, my brain fighting my body. I need to move but I don't know if I have the willpower to walk out of his grasp. His grin was mischievous as he seemed to read my mind but didn't move. He looked deep into my eyes. He knows exactly what he's doing to me. I took a deep breath, establishing myself before prying myself away from him. I walked out, mentally reminding myself not to look back at him. I sighed as I couldn't help but look back just before he was out of view. His smirk and studying eyes made my legs weak.

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Bookworm - Sam Winchester

Title: Bookworm - Sam Winchester

Words: 2,290

Relations: Sam Winchester X Reader

TW: Drinking.

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"you could do dean and sam (separately) with the reader who is extremely organized and she is the one who does the research and they are always lovely and organized"

Heat of the moment began chiming through my phone. My immediate reaction was to chuckle. I smiled as I pulled my phone from my pocket and answered with a cheer.

"Hey, Sam. What's up?" I asked happily as I rested my hand on my book, keeping my thumb between the pages so I wouldn't lose my space. I had chosen to change my ringtone for Sam to 'Heat Of The Moment' after a night-long phone call where he explained his Groundhog Day.

"Hey, Y/N." He cheered, my smile instantly growing just at the sound of his voice. Butterflies in my stomach instantly swirl around like they always do.

"Is this a catch-up call or a work call?" I asked, my smile only growing as I listened to his chuckle. People probably think I am crazy. I have a huge crush on Sam and the crazy thing is that I have never met him. Well, not in person. I don't even know what he looks like. I don't know anything about his appearance and yet I blush, giggle and sit hoping he will call me.

"Unfortunately, it's a work call," He expressed, my giggle left my lips before I even thought about it. I blushed softly.

"No problem, you have your laptop?" I asked as I opened up my laptop beside me, quickly putting my bookmark in as I waited for my laptop to boot up.

"Yep, right in front of me," He explained, I chuckled as I nodded.

"Okay, what do we have?" I asked slowly, half focusing on writing in my password.

"Okay, I need to know just about everything on the mark of Cain." He explained, I paused in my actions, my attention turning to my phone as I looked at it puzzled.

"The mark of Cain? Like biblical information or you already have a lead that it's real and need me doing the research," I asked, slightly perplexed by his request. In all of my years, I haven't heard a single thing about the mark of Cain. I have large research files on all things hunters need and often am sending those files to whoever needs them but the mark of Cain was never on any of my other files. I smiled softly as I heard Sam take a deep breath through gritted teeth.

"Well, I have confirmation that it's real, Dean has it and I need to know everything." He explained, my eyes widened at the information. My mouth trying to form words before I could even think of what to say.

"Wh-what?" I managed, an unusual stutter leaving my lips. I'm not one to ever stumble over my words. I used to be but then I became a hunter, and then I stuck up for myself. There have been enough occasions of me 'bullying' men. If one gets too handsy I will fight him, if one gets cocky I will belittle him and men that just can't take a hint get barked at... aggressively. Hell, I could be completely wrong about something, I could know for a fact I was wrong and I would not back down. If anything knowing I'm wrong only fuels me more as I want to make them think they are so stupid that I must be right. It's a talent and an art. I shook myself into reality at the sound of Sam's chuckle. "How? We talked like, two days ago," I added, further showing my confusion as to how they were in this situation.

Sam explained the whole thing, and although we normally keep work calls short so that I can focus on the research today was different. Sam and I stayed on the whole, both researching as we talked casually. I think the main reason I am crushing on Sam so hard is that he is so easy to talk to. I understand him and he understands me. On some level we don't need to explain ourselves too much as we already understand and relate.

I yawned, stepping away from my laptop as I moved into the manky motel kitchen to stretch my legs and get myself a drink. My eyes felt heavy and I wasn't completely sure if it was due to the hours I had now spent staring at my laptop or because of the darkened day. I checked my watch, eyebrows raising as I saw it was 11:40 PM. It's not that it was particularly late that surprised me it's that time went by so fast.

"Getting coffee?" Sam asked through my phone which was still on speaker, now also on charge as we had been on the phone long enough to drain the battery.

"I need something to keep me up," I practically yawned as I stretched a little, multiple joints cracking as I moved. A satisfied breath left my lips. I smiled out of reflex as Sam chuckled.

"I know the feeling. I'm so glad I'm not in stingy motels now," He sighed, clearly stretching his back judging by his tone.

"Rub it in," I commented, a joke in my tone as I smiled. Sam laughed and sang through the phone. I smiled, yet again blushing from simply making him smile. I can just imagine his smile and it's adorable, a part of me sad, not only because I was unsure if I would ever actually see his smile but because he may be nothing like I imagined. That wouldn't be fair to him.

"Come here," His tone reflecting he was shrugging. I chuckled as I headed back to the table and back to my research set-up.

"Oh, yeah. I'm on my way," I chuckled sarcastically as I took a seat, getting comfortable.

"I'm being serious. Why don't you come stay here?" He asked, his tone showing his seriousness. I chuckled nervously.

"Ugh, maybe because we're strangers," I chuckled, my mind not working as well as usual. Normally I can come up with excuses and lies instantly but with Sam, I have never lied. A part of me enjoyed the fact I could say anything to him and nothing bad could come of it because he's almost a stranger.

"Oh, come on. That's so stupid, we call for hours almost every night, and we've known each other for almost a full year. We don't qualify as strangers when we've fallen asleep on the phone multiple times." He explained, I blushed knowing he was right. It was a stupid thing to say in the first place but he's still making me blush with his explanation of the relationship or whatever this is. I chuckled as I blushed, moving some hair from my face as I cringed as if he was in the room with me and staring at my blushing cheeks.

"Fair enough," I chuckled, wanting to fill the silence I knew would only make me giggle and feel little under his finger. Sam is the only man I could never bully. I turn into a little girl when I hear his voice, I'm blushing and giggling. Every other man makes me scoff, roll my eyes and grimace at their stupidity or disgusting comments.

"So, you're coming?" He asked, I chuckled nervously as I hid my face in my hands.

"Sam, we've never met and you want me to come and stay with you?" I asked, partly expecting him to realise the weirdness but he chuckled.

"Yeah, you're sick of motels, I'm sick of being alone. It's perfect," He added but I smiled.

"You have Dean," I shrugged, I haven't really talked to Dean before. There's been times when he's answered Sam's phone when I've been done with research but we've never talked about anything other than research.

"He doesn't count," He shrugged but I chuckled.

"Why not? You live with him, hunt with him. You're never alone," I argued but Sam seemed to pause.

"Maybe I just feel alone when I'm not on the phone to you and maybe I'm looking for a reason to meet you in person," He explained softly. I bit my lip, smirking as I tried not to squeal. There was a silence and I internally screamed with joy. Oh my God. He's adorable!!!

I took a deep breath, mentally calming myself as I climbed out of the car. I checked my outfit and appearance in the window reflection. I fiddled with my outfit, instantly wishing I had worn the black shirt instead. I sighed knowing I would be thinking the opposite if I had actually worn it. I just have to get over myself and just walk into the dinner. I gulped as I approached the door. I looked around, eyes surveying each table as I looked for Sam. It's our first time meeting and I know he's already here. My breath hitched in my throat as I noticed a man, a very attractive man sitting at a table tapping away on his laptop. It's Sam. It has to be. I seemed to freeze as I watched him.

His hair a little long as he had it tucked behind his ear, a nervous but excited smile on his perfect lips. My heart raced, he's clearly tall, we're probably the same height now and he's sitting down. He's muscularly built and as he checks his phone I know he's waiting for me. My mouth dried as I willed my body to move. To stop being frozen in place and just go up to him. Introduce myself and talk to him. My eyes widened as he turned to look my way, I looked away pretending to read the little poster on the wall. I subtly watched as he looked disappointed, this was a mistake. I was stupid to think I could actually meet him. He looks like a Greek God, I was stupid for thinking he might actually like me, that we would meet and fall in love. I'm such an idiot. I walked out, hurrying as I didn't want to see him any longer.

I found myself drinking in the first bar I came to. Drowning my sorrows and wallowing in self-pity. I jumped as my phone rang, heat of the moment blaring at me as I sighed. I'm tipsy enough to answer without thinking. I press the phone to my ear, not saying anything.

"Hey, is everything okay? I thought you were almost here," Sam questioned, I sighed, a wince covering my face as his voice calmed me just like always. The memory of his smile consumed me.

"I got scared," I winced, a part of me wanting to block his number and never have to deal with this.

"Scared? Why?" He pressed. I gulped, rubbing my forehead as I tried to bite my tongue.

"You're not what I expected," I explained and he paused.

"Oh," He sounded a little disheartened.

"No, I mean. You're too hot," I cringed as I moved the phone away, mentally begging the world to save me from such an embarrassing conversation. Sam chuckled.

"So, you stood me up because I'm too hot?" He asked a smirk clearly in his tone.

"It sounds weird when you say it like that. I just thought that when we meet you wouldn't be as attractive as I pictured you'd be and my feelings would just pass," I explained, half distracted by the memory of his appearance.

"Feelings," Sam commented, my eyebrows furrowed as I wondered why he had said feelings. Feelings? How does he know about my feelings? OH MY GOD, I'M AN IDIOT!!!! I facepalmed as I considered banging my head on the bar top, repeatedly. "Why don't you come back and I'll tell you all about my feelings towards you?" My mind was wiped as I recognised he had a slightly deeper tone, something telling me that he was deep in thought. I bit my lip, not having the nerve to say anything. "Maybe this time you can sit with me rather than staring at the poster." My eyebrows furrowed, realising that he had figured out that was me. I blushed as I considered going back. "Or maybe I could come to you, I do have to warn you that if you get me drunk I can't promise I won't try to kiss you," He joked, his smile growing at his words. There was a pause as I smirked.

"I'm in the bar across the street," I explained, he chuckled as I heard him shuffling things around, clearly getting ready to leave.

"See you soon," He added before ending the call.

The rest of the day was perfect. He came to the bar, instantly knew who I was and sat with me. We drank and talked, it felt normal, natural. Just like all of our phone calls. We concluded the night with a kiss, a heart racing, tongue dancing, hands exploring kiss. Sam ended up calling Dean to pick us up, he'd dropped Sam off and I wasn't able to drive. We headed back to the bunker, our slightly drunk state making us forget my bags in the boot. I didn't intend to stay here but Sam and I hit it off so well that I never wanted our conversations to end.

Sam gave me one of his shirts to sleep in, we sat on the couch eating ice cream and talking. We exchanged stories of how we knew we had a crush on each other and ended up falling asleep on the couch together, I woke up in the middle of the night to find Sam had interlocked our fingers, holding my hand as we slept. I snuggled in close to him, cuddling him as he slept. I fell back asleep with a wide smile on my face and love in my heart.

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Stop Everything - Robert Chase

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I smirked as I felt familiar hands join my hips. I giggled as the hands explored my body before lips found my neck. I giggled as I rolled my eyes. Spinning around in his arms to face him. I snaked my arms around Chase's neck as I smiled at him. He smiled as he leaned in to kiss me. I hummed happily against his lips. He smiled against my lips. His tongue soon found my bottom lip. I giggled as I pulled back to look at him.

"Chase we're at work," I explained but he shrugged like he didn't care. I giggled against his lips, his tongue finding my lip again. I allowed him entrance, my lips moving against his. His hands held me close before a hand found my ass, squeezing harshly. I giggled against his lips.

"Chakras," He commented, his lips not leaving mine. I giggled, pulling away slightly but his hands pulled me back to kiss me again.

"We're at work," I repeated but he smirked against my lips.

"So, what?" He questioned. Chakras is our code word for stop everything and have sex. We both have high sex drives and it's a simple way to ensure we're always happy and satisfied. I pulled away, smirking as I looked at him through my eyelashes, a mischievous smirk on my lips. I grabbed his hand, using it to guide him as I walked inconspicuously to a supply closet we could lock ourselves into for a little privacy. As soon as we entered, he closed the door and the lock clicked. I bit my lip as his hands roamed my body. His lips finding my neck as he hungrily rid me of my clothes. My heart rate quickened as he gripped me tightly.

He pulled away from my neck, the back of his hand on the back of my neck pulling me in to his lips. Our lips crashed together, moving in sync as we made out. Lust filled the room. I put my hands under his shirt and started pulling it up before Chase and took it off completely. He came back and kissed me at the same lust filled pace. He lightly grazed his hips into mine. He looked down and admired every inch of my skin before I pushed myself closer to continue the kiss. We slowly grinded against each other before I unbuckled his jeans. He took the hint and pulled away to take off his pants before hurrying to take mine off me.

"You ready?" He whispered between the slow and sensual kisses. I hummed in response. He pulled back. His hand finding the condom in his pocket that was now on the floor and ripped open the packet. He pulled off his boxers, I bit my lip as I watched him pull the condom over his hard and throbbing member. My mouth watering as I admired his size. I pulled down my undies before he smirked at me. I giggled slightly as his hungry eyes admired me. "Ready?" He asked again. I reached out, pulling him in to kiss me. I leant back and he entered me. I groaned making him look at me worried. Instead of saying anything I just kissed him keeping him quiet. I adjusted around him before he slowly thrust into me. There was so much passion between us and love. He reached down, his hand snaking under my left leg to hold it up so he was hitting a new angle, a deeper and more pleasurable angle. He groaned softly against my lips.

"We have to be quiet," I commented breathlessly. He attempted to chuckle, his groans disturbing him.

"You're the loud one," He added, a devilish smirk on his lips before he pulled me back to his lips. His tongue entering my mouth as he pumped deep inside. As he slowly thrust into me he removed his lips from mine and kissed my neck so I could breathe as I was trying not to be loud. He began to speed up sending amazing sensations through my body with each thrust. I pulled his lips onto mine to conceal my moans and groans. He sped up faster and faster to the point of complete bliss the perfect orgasm. A loud moan barely escaped my lips, Chase's hand quickly coming up to cover my mouth as he came inside the condom. Still pumping into me as I breathed heavily through my nose. We rode out the orgasm, sweat making the hair in our face cling to our foreheads slightly. Breathing heavily as we came down from our high.

He smiled as he moved his hand, kissing my lips sloppily as he pulled out of me slowly. I whimpered, missing the feeling of not being empty. He chuckled as he pulled away. "You always do that," He chuckled as he shook his head. I giggled as I rolled my eyes. Chase stepped back, letting me go softly and pulling the condom off. Now where do we put it? We have got to start thinking ahead, we do this every time.

We talked about our current caseload as we got dressed and helped each other look presentable. We composed ourselves before I exited the closet first, looking as innocent as possible. My eyes instantly landed on House. He was sitting in a seat opposite the closet. I laughed as I shook my head, walking away as I knew it wasn't me he was wanting to speak to. He smirked slightly as he saw me, clearly trying not to smile. I chuckled as I heard Chase groan, clearly spotting House.

"God, you smell like sex," House announced loudly. I chuckled as I walked away. House loves messing with Chase, he learnt very quickly that he can't embarrass me so gave up trying. Chase, however, is an easy target. I can practically feel the heat coming off him all the way down the hall, clearly he's blushing and embarrassed. We probably shouldn't have sex at work again but we've said it about a hundred times and never stick to it for long.

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Title: Have A Little Faith - Dean Winchester Part 11

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Part 10

We drove into town and found a motel. When Sam turned the car off I sat forward. "I'll get us a room if you get him to a doctor?" I asked and Sam nodded starting the engine again.

"What, I don't get a say in this?" Dean asked pretending to be offended. I laughed.

"No," I replied before leaning forward and kissing his cheek. I grabbed my bag from the boot before heading to the reception area. I thought as I walked. My brain started ticking away and something didn't seem right. If this guy is the real deal why isn't every hunter using him as their nurse? I couldn't stop thinking. I was so deep in thought that I got a fright when I almost walked into a wall not watching where I was going. I shook it away.

I walked into the reception area and asked for two double bedrooms, the woman at the desk accepted my payment and handed me the keys. I carried my bag to one of the rooms and let myself in. I instantly put my bag down and got my laptop out. I just couldn't shake the feeling that something shady was going on. I started doing as much research as I could, anything I could find. I seemed to be coming up with nothing. I sighed as I rubbed my eyes. Maybe I'm just overthinking it. My phone ringing beside me caught my attention I answered with a smile.

"Hey, baby. We're heading back to the motel now, what room are you in?" Dean asked through the phone instantly making me smile.

"I'm in room 18, what did the doctor say?" I asked getting up from the bed and walking away from the laptop sick of seeing the words taunting me on the screen.

"She said that my heart was perfectly healthy. It's a miracle," He performed making me laugh.

"Well, I'm really glad, I can't wait to see you," I smiled.

"I can't wait for that thing you promised, I might believe in the Lord," Dean joked in a seductive tone and my brain finally clicked.

"Wait, what did you say? Say it again," I quickly instructed as I rushed back to my laptop.

"I can't wait for that thing you promised," Dean answered slightly confused.

"No after that," I explained as I tapped away on my laptop.

"I might believe in the lord," Dean answered very confusedly.

"I have to go see you soon, kiss kiss," I said quickly before hanging up and dropping the phone on the bed before typing as quick as I could.

When sudden footsteps approached the motel door I rolled into action literally. I rolled off the bed and instantly grabbed my gun from my bag. I cocked it and aimed it at the door. The door swung open with force, I stiffened my trigger finger ready to shoot when I noticed it was Dean. I sighed with relief and stood up, Dean only just noticed me as I was peeking from the bottom of the bed. He looked worried, I was confused as he stormed over to me.

"Are you okay? What happened?" He asked quickly grabbing me and looking me over. I looked at him confused.

"What are you talking about?" I asked as Sam closed the motel door and started searching the room. "What is going on?" I asked grabbing their attention.

"You hung up, you sounded off," Dean explained but I laughed. He looked at me confused.

"I had an idea, I think something going on with the preacher," I explained going to my laptop to show the boys my research.

"See, I told you something is going on," Dean bragged to Sam as Dean approached me sitting behind me to look at the screen over my shoulder. He hugged me from behind slightly making me smile.

"Well, I thought the whole thing was odd, you know. If this guy is the real deal why wouldn't the evil in the world try and kill him or why haven't hunters claimed him as their nurse, that's when I remembered something weird he said," I explained looking between Sam and Dean to make sure they were listening. Sam took a seat on the back of the couch to face us. "The preacher said and I quote." "It is a lord who does the healing," I quoted and looked at the guys to see if they pieced it together as well but they were just looking at me confused. "Dean on the phone you said that you believed in 'THE' Lord, the bible referring only to one God. So, why did the preacher say 'A' Lord like it wasn't God? I did some research and found a Lord of healing, Jehovah Rapha," I explained turning the laptop to show them the search results I got. "God referred to himself as Jehovah Rapha multiple times in the bible, I was thinking that if a demon were posing as God they wouldn't be able to say or hear God's name. They might call themselves Jehovah Rapha," I explained and Sam looked confused.

"But why would a Demon be healing people?" Sam asked so I sighed.

"That's the part I get stuck on," I sighed looking at Dean for answers.

"Can I see the laptop?" Sam asked so I nodded and smiled. Sam started tapping away on the computer seeming to instantly zone out, I leant back into Dean so he wrapped his arms around me fully and kissed my head.

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Title: Have A Little Faith - Dean Winchester Part 10

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Part 9

Dean smiled at me as he approached the seats beside me. "Hey, baby," He groaned as he sat down.

"Hi baby," I mocked as I rolled my eyes and looked away. Dean chuckled so I turned to glare at him.

"You're cute when you're jealous, you know that?" He asked so I rolled my eyes again looking away. He grabbed my chin to turn me to look at him. I looked at him with puppy dog eyes. When he's better he's going to leave with some stupid blonde. "Is she looking?" He whispered so I looked at him confused but indeed saw Layla sitting in the row in front of us and was looking at us. I looked at Dean confused as I nodded softly. He just smiled and grabbed the back of my neck. We sat making out in a church tent for a good couple of minutes, everyone there must have had their thoughts on us. Dean pulled away to whisper in my ear. "I'm yours," He whispered, his breath fanning my neck and sending a shiver down my spine. I practically melted in my seat. Dean smirked seeing the effect he had on me. He continued to smirk as he paid attention to the blind man on the stage.

"Each morning, my wife, Sue Ann, reads me the news. Never seems good, does it?" He asked rhetorically making me smile as I held my laughter. What would he know about the bad things going on in the world? "Seems like there's always someone committing some immoral, unspeakable act." He continued, Dean looked at me before rolling his eyes. He also thought this guy was ridiculous. "But I say to you, God is watching." Everyone seemed to murmur an agreement.

These people are so easily persuaded to believe anything. I bet if I stood up right now and claimed God was talking to me they'd all believe me. "God rewards the good, and he punishes the corrupt," He added and I scoffed. The only noise that wasn't a laugh that I could make. Dean smirked at me finding me as his entertainment. "It is a lord who does the healing here friends, the Lord who guides me in choosing who to heal by helping me see into people's hearts." Everyone seemed to agree with him but Dean leaned in to whisper to me.

"Or into their wallets," He commented making me laugh. I pretended I was coughing when everyone looked at my sudden outburst.

"You think so, young man?" The preacher asked, I slid down in my chair a little hiding my mouth with my hand so no one could see me trying not to laugh. Everyone went silent, and even the pianist stopped playing, only making me want to laugh even more.

"Sorry," Dean announced so everyone could hear him. I saw Layla smiling to herself which only pissed me off. Who does she think she is? I should lean over and pull on her scraggly blonde hair.

"No, don't be," The preacher replied grabbing my attention again. "Just watch what you say about a blind man. We have real sharp ears," He joked and there was a stale laugh like everyone was trying to please him. Idiots! "What's your name, son?" He asked and Dean seemed confused, he looked at me like he was afraid to say.

"His name is Dean," I answered for him and the preacher smiled.

"You must be his girlfriend," The preacher smiled before nodding. "Dean, I want you to come up here with me," The preacher announced and suddenly I smiled. Dean looked uneasy and looked at me for guidance. I nodded showing him to go. Everyone clapped for him. He looked around for a second before shaking his head.

"No, it's okay," He commented so I looked at him concerned. What's he thinking about?

"What are you doing?" Sam asked thinking he had lost his mind.

"You've come here to be healed, haven't you?" The preacher asked and everyone was silent as they waited for Dean to speak.

"Well, yeah, but, uh," Dean stammered looking at me for guidance, I smiled at him. Everyone clapped for him again. "You should heal Y/N, she was struck by lightning, she's clearly in pain but she doesn't want to say anything," He commented wincing slightly like he was afraid of how I would react. I smiled knowing he cared for me. He's dying and worrying about the scars and pain that I will live through.

"Oh-ho, no. I didn't pick you, Dean. The Lord did," The preacher explained and everyone cheered a little louder.

"Get up there," Sam exclaimed but once again Dean looked at me for the answer, I smirked with an idea. I leaned in to whisper in his ear.

"If you go up there I'll take a shower with you when we get to a motel," I whispered seductively. Dean smiled as he pulled away and gestured for Sam to get out of his way. I chuckled knowing exactly what he wanted. He climbed onto the stage and looked back at me with a smile. I smiled back but it instantly faded when Layla straightened up and fixed her hair probably thinking Dean was looking at her, I was going to bite her. Dean and the preacher seemed to have a mumbled conversation.

"Pray with me, friends," The preacher announced. Everyone bowed their heads and raised their hands but when Dean looked at me like a deer in headlights I knew he needed me. I nodded with a smile. Sam and I watched intently as the preacher placed a hand on Dean's head. Dean looked like he was in pain, his eyes rolling around his head. I jumped up instantly but Sam stopped me. He only let me through when Dean fell to his knees. I wrapped my arm around his back holding him steady, His eyes rolled again before his body went limp and I held all of his weight.

I wasn't as strong as I used to be so struggled a little, the wounds on my back instantly stinging and feeling tight. I tried breathing through the pain but struggled.

"Sam," I called out and he was instantly at my side helping me hold Dean up. Everyone cheered and I looked at them like they were crazy.

"Are you okay?" Sam asked shaking Dean trying to wake him. I placed a hand on his cheek instantly worried. "Say something," Sam almost shouted as Dean gasped for air and held himself up a little. Dean's eyes widened as he looked at the preacher. I quickly looked but saw he was just smiling. I focused on Dean.

"Are you okay, baby?" I asked grabbing his attention, he looked at me a little dazed. It seemed like magic, colour sprung to his cheeks, the bags under his eyes faded and his lips looked plumper. I shook myself thinking I imagined it but there he was, a colourful man in a dull world. I smiled when I noticed him smiling at me. "Are you okay?" I asked softly. His answer must have been on the tip of his tongue as he grabbed me roughly and kissed me. I was shocked but happily accepted it. This kiss was different, it was like he was the happiest man in the world. He kissed me so rough and passionately that I wondered if he was only so gentle in the past because he was in pain. He didn't want to pull away from the kiss even as everyone was watching us and he just kept pulling me back for more.

I giggled as I pulled away, Dean's eyes searching mine, the smile plastered across his face never faltering. Dean's eyes seemed to be brighter, the once subtle but beautiful green eyes now vibrant and piercing. I chuckled realising that Dean did what I always seem to do with him, and answered a question with my actions. I chuckled just thinking.

"Come on," I added as I helped to pull him up. He stood and grabbed the sides of my face to kiss me again, I giggled as I pulled away. Dean took my hand and helped me climb off the stage, I started leading us to the back to exit the tent. Dean looked at me confused. "I want a doctor to check you over," I explained as we exited the tent.

"Baby, I feel great," He cheered but I smiled as I rolled my eyes.

"I just want to check," I explained but Dean grabbed my hand to stop me. I looked at him confused. "He might heal you next," He said hopefully.

"He only heals one a day," A random person close to us added. I smiled triumphantly continuing on my way and approaching the impala. I turned to face Dean when we got to the car and was pleasantly surprised to feel his lips on mine again. I giggled into the kiss but pulled away. "What happened to the rule of no PDA in front of Sam?" I asked rhetorically but Dean scoffed.

"He doesn't mind, do you, Sammy?" He asked looking at Sam over the car. Sam just chuckled as he climbed in. Dean smiled thinking that would make me reconsider.

"I just don't think it's something he wants to see every day, we can kiss but PG when Sam's around, okay?" I explained not asking a question. Dean sighed as he nodded making me laugh. I kissed him, and his hands instantly roamed me wanting more I laughed pulling away again.

"What he's in the car," Dean joked making me laugh. He gave me a wink before climbing into the car.

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Have A Little Faith - Dean Winchester P9

Title: Have A Little Faith - Dean Winchester Part 9

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Part 8

We pulled up to a tent in the middle of a muddy field. Dean instantly groaned in annoyance. I smirked to stop myself from laughing. Sam climbed out of the car and rushed to Dean's side to help. Sam helped him out of the car as I climbed out the other side.

"I've got it," Dean protested not wanting his help. Dean thought this was as ridiculous as I did. I walked around to be with Dean, he smiled at me weakly but rolled his eyes at Sam. "Man, you're a lying bastard. I thought you said we were going to see a doctor." Dean groaned as he slammed the car door.

"I believe I said a 'specialist'. Look, Dean, this guy is supposed to be the real deal," Sam argued but Dean sighed wrapping his arm over my shoulder and letting me help him walk.

"Man, I can't believe you brought me to see some guy who heals people out of a tent," Dean groaned as he walked, most of his weight resting on my shoulders.

"Reverend le Grange is a great man." Some old woman commented as she walked past. I raised an eyebrow stopping myself from laughing.

"Yeah, that's nice," Dean's tone showed how enlightening her comment was. I chuckle, earning a smile from Dean. Sam watched as someone argued with a police officer. "What do you say we leave Sam here," Dean whispered in my ear making me giggle as I shook my head continuing to lead him to the tent.

"Look, when people see something they can't explain, there's controversy," Sam commented not noticing that Dean and I were talking about something else.

"Yeah but come on, Sam. A faith healer?" Dean questioned.

"Maybe it's time to have a little faith, Dean," Sam commented but Dean scoffed. Dean seemed to think for a second before he spoke.

"You know what I've got faith in? Reality. Knowing what's going on." Dean seemed to burst so I stopped to look at him. He seemed surprised that I stopped so pulled away to look at me confused.

"If you know evil is out there how can't you believe good's out there too?" Sam asked but Dean's eyes were on me. Searching my face to find the answer as to why I stopped.

"You asked to keep me if you survived," I reminded and he placed a hand on my cheek, clearly noticing my eyes filling at the thought of Dean not even willing to try anything to be cured. He stepped towards me. "I just thought you'd be willing to fight. We've all seen what evil does to good people from hunting and we're always the ones fighting to save them. We're the good in the world, we save them when no God does but to save you we need help, Sam and I are fighting for you like he always does on hunts but this time praying to some idea of hope is better than doing nothing at all," I ranted and Dean smiled as he sighed. He licked his lips and nodded. I smiled, searching his face.

"I'd like to kiss you right now," He commented staring at me deeply, his eyes searching for the tiniest bit of evidence that I didn't want him to. I glanced at Sam seeing him smiling and turning to look the other way. I grinned before grabbing the back of Dean's neck and guiding myself to him. He smiled as he leaned down to kiss me. It was slow but full of meaning. I pulled away to smile up at him, and he seemed to just smile at me for a moment, it was plain to see that he was happy.

"Aw, what a beautiful newlywed couple," An old woman commented as she passed us. I rolled my eyes, God I hate religion buffs. Dean chuckled as he watched me.

"Let's just get this over with so we can leave," I sighed making Dean chuckle as he put his arm over my shoulder again we were about to walk in when a woman stepped in front of us.

"God works in mysterious ways," The skinny blonde with a fake smile beamed at Dean. Is this bitch blind? Is that why she's here she clearly mustn't see me standing here.

"Maybe he does," I replied mocking her voice slightly. She didn't even look at me she just kept smiling at Dean. My Dean! My focus was on the woman but I could see Sam trying not to laugh. "You've convinced him, maybe you should move out the way so we can get in and you can put your umbrella away," I don't why I was saying it, she just looked stupid. The high-maintenance type cries if her hair gets wet.

"I'm Dean, this is Sam-" Dean started introducing and I questioned if he even remembered I was there. This boy is trying to be killed. "And this is my beautiful girlfriend, Y/N," He finished and I smiled to myself realising I was so annoyed at this bitch flirting with Dean in front of me that I thought too soon.

"I'm Layla," She added shaking Dean's hand and no one else's. I ran my tongue across my teeth. I will hit her, I will make out with Dean right now to mark my territory. Maybe Dean's too attractive. She went to speak so I coughed loudly and walked through Dean and Layla's eye contact as I marched into the tent. Dumb blonde thinking she can have Dean if she makes googly eyes at him. I took a seat saving space for Sam and Dean but right now I didn't care if someone took the seats.

Dean's too attractive! I rolled my eyes as I crossed my arms. I sunk into my chair huffing and puffing as I waited for the service to start. Who am I kidding? Dean is too hot. Everyone is going to fall in love with him.

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Part 7

I woke up to the sun shining through the curtains. I smiled as I looked to see Dean asleep and still cuddling me. I slowly tried sneaking away but Dean held me tighter, I looked to see him smiling with his eyes closed. I giggled knowing he was awake. He opened his eyes to smile at me. I grinned widely kissing him good morning. He smiled widely making my stomach fill with butterflies.

"Good morning, handsome," I smiled.

"Good morning, Beautiful," Dean's deep morning voice called making me bite my lip. Dean smirked instantly seeing it. He grinned and pulled me to his lips. I happily kissed him till I saw Sam moving to sit up. I quickly pulled away with red cheeks. He smiled at me sleepily making me giggle.

I got out of bed and headed to the bathroom. I got a fright when I went to leave and found Dean waiting for me at the door.

"What are you doing standing up by yourself?" I asked concerned but he just grinned accepting my help to walk him into the bathroom.

"I couldn't wait to see you," He charmed still smiling but I sighed.

"Baby, you have to be more careful," I exclaimed but Dean was just looking at me with the biggest and goofiest smile he had done yet. I was confused when he was just smiling at him.

"I will, baby," He commented and I internally quivered. It took me a second to think straight and realise that I called him baby first. I chuckled as I smiled at him, he had the goofiest smile on his face I had ever seen.

"Come on, we have to get you ready," I explained with a chuckle as I led him to the toilet. I walked out quickly grabbing our bags and bringing them into the bathroom with us. Dean sat on the toilet lid as I pushed his bag to him so he could pick out his clothes. I pulled my clothes from my bag. I turned around to get changed, I put on my black high-waisted skinny jeans and black AC/DC t-shirt. I turned around to see Dean had been watching me.

"You like AC/DC?" He asked in disbelief making me chuckle.

"What you don't like them?" I asked offended but he smirked.

"No, I love them. I'm starting to think you're not real, you're too perfect. Are you a Siren?" He joked making me smile. I approached him and knelt in front of him. He smiled down at me before kissing me. I grabbed the clothes Dean had picked out. "No, wait," Dean called before hurrying into his bag and pulling out a different t-shirt. I was confused but helped him change into them. I stepped back to admire his outfit but Dean was already admiring me, I smiled as I giggled. I realised why Dean had changed his shirt, he wanted to wear an AC/DC shirt to somewhat match me. I chuckled, unable to stop smiling. Dean was looking at me with so much love in his eyes. I guided Dean to the sink where we brushed our teeth and Dean sat back down while I did my makeup.

Once I was done, I took Dean out of the bathroom, grabbing our bags on the way out. Sam went in after us. Dean sat on the edge of our bed and smiled. I instantly knew he was waiting for a kiss so I smiled as I moved closer to him and connected our lips. He sighed when I pulled away.

"No PDA in front of Sam, he could come out any second," I explained but Dean groaned.

"But I want to kiss you in bed," He smirked making me giggle. I quickly kissed him making him groan again that I was denying him the makeout session he longed for. I put my jacket on and helped Dean into his. I packed away our last-minute things and zipped the bags up ready to leave. Dean smirked knowing I was ready to go but we were waiting for Sam to come out of the bathroom. I raised an eyebrow at him as he smirked wider. I was about to remind him that Sam could come out any second but the sound of the shower starting silenced me. Dean chuckled as he held his hand out to me. I smiled and accepted it as he guided me onto his lap. I kissed him slowly and he instantly moaned into my mouth. I already wanted him. God, I hope Sam never comes out of the shower!

I placed my hands on the back of Dean's neck as his hands rested on my ass keeping me close to him. His tongue entered my mouth and I moaned knowing exactly where I wanted his tongue, Dean smirked as he continued kissing me. He led me down as he lay back on the bed so I was fully on top of him. I fought the urge to grind against him but didn't have to as Dean picked me up a little higher so I was sitting on his crotch. I sped the kiss, he instantly knew how much I longed for him and wanted more. Dean smirked as he put a hand in my hair and tugged slightly making my whole body turn to jelly.

Dean smirked as he pulled me away from the kiss but started attacking my neck. I bit my lip to conceal my inevitable moan of pleasure. I felt his lips grin between kisses. He held my hair tighter and pulled me down so his mouth was level with my ear.

"I know you want me," He growled making me hum as a shiver ran down my spine.

"It's not a secret," I smirked before connecting our lips. I rotated my hips against him and concealed his moan with my tongue. He grabbed me harder, his nails digging into my flesh, it hurt so good. I trailed my kisses down his jaw before making out with his neck. He breathed heavily clearly enjoying it.

I jumped when the bathroom door opened, I instantly rolled off of Dean and ended up falling off the bed, I caught myself and quickly stood, failing to look natural. Dean sighed rolling his eyes. I was so distracted by Dean that I hadn't heard the shower turn off. Sam smirked as he shook his head heading to his bed and looking in his bag. Dean looked at him annoyed making me smirk, he didn't want to stop as much as I didn't.

When Sam was ready, we carried the bags to the impala. I rushed back to Dean to help him to the car as Sam took the motel keys back to the receptionist. I placed Dean inside the car in the passenger seat. He smirked when I leaned in to kiss him.

"You know we'll have to finish what we started, right?" He asked in a hushed tone making me smile.

"I'm counting on it," I smirked before kissing him again and closing his door. I climbed in the back as we waited on Sam.

"I was thinking maybe we should get a separate room from Sam at the next motel," Dean commented making me laugh.

"I'm sure you'd love that," I replied making him chuckle. "We'd still hang out with him during the day but it would be nice to kiss when we're not in the bathroom," I explained with a chuckle making Dean laugh as he nodded in agreement. Sam climbed in the car and we headed off. The ride wasn't too long, we sang AC/DC and told the stories of how we ended up in the hospital.

"I hate witches," Dean remarked making me laugh, clearly annoyed by my story.

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He smiled at me weakly once he was okay. I gave him a half-smile but my eyes were sad. He put a hand on the side of my face, rubbing my soft cheek with his rough hands. He took a drink of water before sitting back and gestured for me to stay sitting with him. I got comfortable and Dean put his arm around me as I put the TV back on. We sat like this till Sam came back. We sat up as PDA wasn't allowed in front of Sam. We all watched some shitty TV while we ate and sat wasting the day away. I didn't have many days off but today was well needed even though I had been out of action since the witch case.

When Sam got up to start cleaning things away, I instantly started helping.

"Is anyone else wanting to go to bed?" Dean asked making me smile.

"Sam, do you want to use the bathroom first? We might be a while," I explained and Dean smirked from the back of the couch making me chuckle. I didn't mean it sexually but Dean must have thought it. Sam agreed and went to the bathroom. I walked to the back of the couch and kissed Dean as he looked at me upside down making me smile. I pulled away just looking at him for a second. He was looking at me with a goofy smile which only made me smile wider. I pulled away with a sigh before opening my bag on the bed. I took my jacket off and placed it beside Dean's bag. I was grabbing my toothbrush and makeup remover out of my bag when Sam came out of the bathroom. He seemed to stop behind me so I turned to look at him confused.

"What's with the scars?" He asked concerned. I realised and opened my mouth to speak.

"Dude, she might not want to talk about it," Dean defended making me smile.

"No, it's fine. A witch cursed me and I was struck by lightning." I explained and Sam quickly looked at Dean. "Oh, yeah. I'm a hunter." I explained and he still looked concerned. Dean just smirked at me before winking making me smile. Dean makes me feel things I've never felt before. I feel like a schoolgirl with a crush. Sam seemed apprehensive so to reassure him I suggested we do the tests. He looked between me and Dean before smiling.

"I trust you," He shrugged with a smile. I smiled warmly before I helped Dean off the couch and helped him to the bathroom. I closed the door behind us. Dean smirked and instantly connected our lips. I smiled into the kiss but pulled away. Dean pushed his bottom lip out to show he wasn't happy I wasn't kissing him making me giggle.

"At least sit down," I explained but he rolled his eyes. "Hey, I'm your nurse too, remember," I joked making him chuckle. I guided him to the toilet and put the lid down. He sat down and instantly smiled at me. I knelt in front of him. He grabbed the back of my neck guiding my lips to his, our lips moved in sync. Dean moved his hand to my cheek as my hands lay on his thighs. Dean's tongue graced my bottom lip so I happily opened my mouth to accept it. As soon as his tongue entered my mouth I unintentionally moaned. Dean smirked and used his other hand to pull me closer. I melted into his touch. I never want to leave this moment.

Dean and I jumped slightly when there was a knock on the bathroom door. I sighed before getting up and walking to the door. Sam smiled through a wince he knew he was interrupting something, I smiled politely. "I was just wondering what time you both want to leave tomorrow," He explained so I turned to look at Dean but his eyes were clearly on my ass. I smirked as I looked at him expectantly. He hadn't listened to a word Sam said.

"The morning would be good, I think as soon as Dean's ready we should get going," I shrugged and Sam smiled with a nod knowing we would have to accommodate Dean for a little while. Sam apologised for interrupting before leaving. I closed the door and walked back to Dean who instantly pulled me to him. I giggled into the kiss but straightened up to pull away from the kiss. Dean sighed. "We should get ready for bed," I explained so Dean sighed again making me smile. I helped Dean up so he could use the toilet while I brushed my teeth. When he was done he stammered to my side making me smile with the brush still in my mouth. He smiled at me and started brushing his teeth as well. I took a second to admire him, he must have noticed me staring at him as he winked at me with a smirk making me melt.

I have never felt love like this! I spat the toothpaste out and cleaned my brush before cleaning my makeup off. When we were both done, Dean smiled at me.

"You're so beautiful," He commented before kissing me. I smiled into the kiss. Dean didn't take it further but pulled back to smile at me. An innocent smile with loving eyes. I smiled happily taking a second to be thankful that my whole life had led to this moment.

"So, handsome. Do you want to sleep shirtless again?" I asked making him smile. He nodded and I was instantly excited making him laugh.

"If I didn't know better I'd say you want to see me shirtless," He teased making me giggle.

"Of course I do, but I also want to wear it to bed so it's warm and smells like you. My two favourite things." I explained and Dean smiled kissing me sweetly. I helped him pull his shirt over his head and smirked. Dean looked at me confused but I led him to the toilet lid and sat him down, he realised instantly what was happening. I pulled my leggings down and smiled. Dean's eyes were fixed on my legs making me smile. "You did have a rule where I have to change in front of you, right?" I teased making him grin widely.

I smirked as I pulled my crop top over my head and suddenly Dean's eyes were fixed on my bra-covered breasts. I blushed knowing how silent I made him just with my body. I smirked as I turned around and unclasped my bra. Dean pushed the hot air from his chest making me smirk, I peeked over my shoulder seeing his eyes fixed on my butt as my thong framed it nicely. I pulled Dean's shirt over my head and turned around to smile at Dean instantly. He practically growled as I approached him, he grabbed the shirt pulling me down to him. His lips connected to mine in seconds like he had waited a lifetime. His tongue instantly entered my mouth as his hand held the back of my neck pulling me close to him. I placed a hand on the side of his neck keeping his lips on mine. I ran a hand down his bare chest making him moan in my mouth which instantly made me moan in return, I rolled my closed eyes knowing he had complete control of me right now. Dean grabbed me roughly and guided me on his lap. I straddled him keeping our lips connected. We were making out so intensely that I wasn't sure we'd ever pull away. Dean placed a hand on my hip and pulled me closer. He moaned in my mouth making me smirk knowing he had run me across his crotch. He pulled away to catch his breath, and he rested his head on my shoulder breathing heavily. I bit my lip knowing I had done this to him. I smirked when he looked at me, his eyes full of desire.

"I can't believe I'm going to say this, but I think we should wait to have sex," He explained making me smile. I kissed him quickly as I smiled. He chuckled before admiring me, he tucked some of my hair behind my ear as he continued smiling. "You don't like to agree to anything do you?" He asked, confusing me. He chuckled with a smile. "Anytime I ask you something you just kiss me to answer," He explained and I smiled realising I did.

"Maybe I just never want to stop kissing you," I smiled so he chuckled. He pulled me closer kissing me again, this time slower but with the same amount of passion. He pulled away smiling at me. I melted for him. I sighed as I climbed off of Dean's lap and offered him my hand to help him up. He chuckled.

"I need a minute, you can't straddle me and expect me to be okay straight away," He explained making me laugh. I waited with a smirk before he grabbed my hand and we made our way out of the bathroom. I got him into the bed quietly as Sam was already asleep, I gave Dean some morphine and had some myself before climbing into the other side of the bed. I was about to leave him space but he grinned and opened his arms for me. I smiled remembering his rule of cuddling and happily scooted closer to him so I was in his arms. He instantly smiled and kissed the top of my head. I smiled widely before closing my eyes. Soon falling asleep.

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Part 5

I made it to the motel and smiled knowing I'd be seeing Dean again. I held my apple in my mouth as I grabbed my bag from the car, I winced from the pain but cracked my neck and continued.

I took a bite of my apple. I walked over to the motel door and knocked politely. The door opened, showing Sam who smiled at me. I followed him inside, Dean was watching TV and hadn't looked over. I walked to mine and Dean's bed and put my bag down. I hurried to the couch and leaned over the back, kissing Dean's cheek. He got a bit of a shock so I assumed he hadn't noticed me coming in.

"Hey, cutie," He greeted turning to smile at me. His eyes lit up once he saw me. "Hey, you're wearing makeup," He added making me giggle. "Well, let's see the outfit then," He insisted making me laugh. I finally feel normal for once! I stood up straight and playfully started posing and even took a bite of my apple as a pose. Dean whistled at me making me blush. He looked over his shoulder to look at Sam in the kitchen before gesturing for me to come closer. I confusingly went close so he could whisper in my ear, his hot breath fanned my neck teasingly. "You look so hot, Y/N," He whispered making me blush. I couldn't believe he called me hot!!!

The way he said my name, Oh my God, I could sit here forever and listen to him whisper my name into my ear. My heart was pounding like crazy! I giggled and turned away knowing he was looking at my butt. I walked over to my bag and grabbed the card. I walked into the kitchen and handed Sam the card. He looked at me confused but I just smiled in response. I threw the last of my apple in the trash and grabbed a glass which I filled with water. I walked over to the couch, Dean was just bringing a beer to his lips but I quickly took it off of him. Instead, I handed him the water before turning the TV off so I could have his full attention.

"You've got to be kidding me," Dean groaned but I smugly sat down facing him on the couch with my legs crossed and took a sip of his beer. He glared at me but I just winked. He sighed and took a sip of water. He gestured for his beer back but I just took another drink. He chuckled lightly.

"No beer for you, it's bad," I informed making him roll his eyes. I leaned forward and kissed his cheek lightly. He grinned brightly at me.

"Oh, I told Sam about the dating thing," He whispered. I smiled at him.

"Okay," I shrugged kissing his cheek again. He continued grinning widely.

"You're dying to kiss me, I can tell." He whispered making me giggle. I just shrugged making him laugh. Sam walked over with a smile

"Thanks for the card, Y/N. We're happy to have you," Sam chuckled making me smile, Dean just looked confused. "I think we'll wait until tomorrow to leave so I'll bring back some food if you want anything?" He asked brightly.

"Cheeseburger," Dean excitedly exclaimed. I considered it. Greasy food could affect his heart but I suppose he deserves a treat.

"I'll have the same, thanks," I added making Dean smile.

"That's my girl," Dean commented making Sam and I laugh. Sam said some goodbyes before heading to the door, I threw him the car keys which he caught with ease. I was now alone with Dean… I bit my lip at an idea and stopped myself from overthinking it by just doing it. I swung my leg over Dean's so I was straddling him making him grin. His hands rested on my butt while mine was on his shoulders. "I like the jacket," He commented grabbing the jacket and opening it slowly pulling it down and off my body looking deeply into my eyes. He smirked once it hit the floor. I bit my lip which his eyes instantly caught. "I like the shirt," He added mischievously before grabbing the fabric suggestively. I giggled but shook my head, he smiled and put his hands on my butt again squeezing slightly. "Worth a try," He chuckled.

"Right, we need rules," I informed and Dean nodded to show he was listening. "No PDA in front of Sam, you tell me the second you're in too much pain, no telling me off for my clothes and no judging," I demanded and Dean nodded, agreeing to my terms.

"Then I have some rules too: You have to wear my shirt to bed every night, you have to change in front of me, no stopping me from drinking beer and we have to share a shower at least once, oh and I want to start cuddling in bed. I've never cuddled before and I want to try it," I couldn't help but giggle at his rules and cuteness.

"Deal!" I nodded with a smile. Dean smirked back at me.

"You are perfect," He sighed looking deeply into my eyes.

"Don't forget the rule about being in too much pain," I added making Dean look at me confused but he instantly understood once I connected our lips. The kiss was soft, gentle, and caring but also meaningful. Dean squeezed my butt tighter bringing me closer to him, deepening the kiss. It turned into making out. Our hands slightly roamed each other's bodies and Dean had me extremely turned on. I internally groaned. I slowly pulled away and smiled at him. He smiled brightly back at me.

"You just cured me," He joked making me laugh. "Seriously, I think this heart attack was the best thing to ever happen to me, I wouldn't have you otherwise." He thoughtfully explained playing with the ends of my hair which was still tied back in a ponytail. I sweetly kiss him again before pulling away. Dean is smiling like crazy. "If Sam can fix me, would you stay?" Dean asked staring deeply into my eyes, my smile faulted. Dean noticed and frowned. "It's okay, I get it." He sadly spoke. The only reason I questioned it was my job. It could put Dean in danger but I could live a normal life with him. A real life.

"Look, Dean. I'd have to consider it, my job isn't normal. I'm always on the move and it's dangerous. I don't want to put you in harm's way," I explained but Dean scoffed.

"I know the feeling but we can leave that, I have just one thing to do but then we can go and escape," He argued in a pleading tone.

"Look I'm a bounty hunter of sorts and no matter where I go they'll come after me and I wouldn't be able to live with myself if you got hurt because of me," I replied playing with the hair on the back of his neck. He looked at me with confusion and sorrow-filled eyes.

"Christo," Dean simply said. Confusion struck me.

"How did you know my last name?" I asked.

"I don't," He confessed.

"Okay, then why did you just say 'God' in Latin?" I asked making Dean smile. He quickly kissed me with passion and desire. I was shocked but didn't deny him his kiss. He pulled away smiling widely.

"How do you kill a vampire?" He asked grinning making my eyes and smile widen. He's a hunter?! He looks the part I suppose.

"Decapitation," I replied making Dean giddy. He quickly hugged me and I hugged him back. I don't know why I'm so excited about this, maybe it's because I know he understands.

"How do you kill a Wendigo?" I asked quickly, looking at him with a wide smile.

"Fire," Dean quickly replied. We kissed once again which turned into making out to savour this moment. I sighed with relief when we pulled apart and he smiled at me. I just couldn't help but smile back. "So, getting struck by lightning?" He questioned making me laugh.

"Witch," I groaned making him chuckle.

"Witches are the worst," Dean commented, I couldn't help but laugh.

"Are you just saying that because one hurt me?" I questioned. The smile on Dean's face told me that it was true. "So, electrocution and heart attack?" I questioned making him chuckle.

"My story isn't as good. Sam and I saved some kids and I was fighting the bastard, stepped in the water, and we were both electrocuted," He shrugged but I grinned.

"You saved people in your story, I think you win," I smiled making him chuckle as he thought about it. He seemed to take a minute to just smile at me.

"So, does that mean you'll stay?" He asked hopefully. I smiled and kissed him to give him my answer. He slightly squeezed my thighs showing he was glad.

"There's still time for you to hate me," I joked as I pulled away and stood up.

"I highly doubt that," He chuckled making me laugh. I put my jacket back on and walked into the kitchen with the beer I had stolen from Dean, I'm not sure what I'm doing. I'm just kind of loitering and being happy. That quickly changed when I heard Dean coughing and spluttering. I ran through instantly wanting to help. God, I hope he makes it!

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I woke up hearing Dean profusely coughing. I instantly sat up and set him up too and lightly rubbed his back to let the air to his lungs and calm him. He stopped coughing but stayed sat up to catch his breath. He smiled gratefully. Sam wasn't in bed so he must be out.

"Good morning beautiful," Dean charmed grabbing my attention and making me blush.

"Morning handsome," I replied making him chuckle.

"Not with these eyes," He corrected with a sigh referring to his darkened eyes from being ill. I put my hand under his chin and guided him to look at me. He seemed a little shocked at my touch. Our faces were close to each other. He's so hot up close!

"Your eyes are perfect, just like the rest of you," I added. His eyes moved from my eyes to my lips.

"I'd like that kiss now," He said in a breathy voice. I smiled at this. I teasingly leant forward and kissed his cheek longingly. Dean sighed knowing I was teasing him. "You aren't like the others." He commented, making me smile. I got up and walked around to him with a smirk.

"You want to stay in bed or sit on the couch? I have to head out," I asked smiling down at Dean but Dean looked cautious.

"Where are you going?" He asked quickly.

"I just have to go somewhere, don't worry. It's an hour's walk so I'll be back in no longer than 3 hours." I informed but Dean was hesitant.

"Wow, wow, wow. You're not going out walking like that," He looked down at my body which was only covered by his t-shirt and underwear which couldn't be seen. "You're not walking for an hour and leaving me alone," He seemed defensive.

"Sam will be back soon and I can't bring you, I'm sorry," I looked sadly at him.

"I'll sit on the couch, please." He sadly said I pulled him up and he hugged my waist as I walked him to the couch. I helped him down but he cheekily kept a hold of my waist and pulled me down with him so I was straddling his lap. I was extremely surprised and didn't know how to react. He smirked at me.

"You're my fake girlfriend, right? This is normal for me to do," He charmed. Even though he was weak, he was still able to make me fall for the loser.

"Well, fake boyfriend. I believe we only started 'dating' yesterday and I'd like to take it slow," I sassed. Added air quotations on 'dating' before climbing off him though I wanted to stay there forever.

"Don't go too slow, I don't have long," He commented, unknowingly upsetting me. My eyes filled up and I turned away to hide them. I hated the reminder of falling in love with a dying man. I sighed and walked over to the bed. I picked up the stolen jackets from the hospital and pulled some morphine. I got the right amount of morphine and approached Dean. He looked at the cap and back at me with pleading eyes.

"Really?" He asked with a sigh, I nodded softly before sitting beside him and holding it out for him. He winced as he drank it and looked at me a little annoyed making me laugh before I was done. I screwed the cap back on the bottle with a smile.

"Do you want a jumper?" I asked the shirtless Dean.

"No, you can just grab me a shirt please," He replied so I threw on the jumper Dean had worn last night and grabbed him a shirt I purposely wore Dean's new jumper knowing it would smell of him. "Thanks, wait. Wow, wow!" Dean stopped me as I walked towards the door. "You're my fake girlfriend, I don't want you going out like that. Your legs are bare and you can see half of your perfect butt, that's my eyes only." He explained making me roll my eyes with a giggle. I walked behind the couch so I was behind Dean. I put my hands on the side of his head and softly pulled back so he was looking at me upside down.

"I'll get clothes while I'm out," I added and kissed his forehead. He was about to continue arguing but the door opened and Sam walked in.

"Sam! She can't go out like that can she?" Dean brought him into the discussion. Sam looked confused as he could only see my top half. I walked around the couch and Sam's eyes instantly landed on my legs. "See, if my brother can't even resist checking you out then there's no way I'm letting you walk around like that in public," Dean argued just making me laugh as he was annoyed that I was even considering it. "My eyes only!" He added confusing Sam. "I'll explain later," Dean shrugged.

"Well, I have to go Dean so you'll have to put up with it," I softly said. Dean scoffed.

"Sam, give her the keys to the Impala," He nonchalantly spoke but Sam's eyes almost burst out of their sockets.

"You trust her with your baby? You still don't trust me fully," His tone showed how shocked he was which only made me laugh. Dean just shrugged and so Sam handed me the keys.

"One scratch and I'll-" He started but I cut him off.

"Haunt my ass, got it," He just smiled at me. I walked over and quickly kissed his cheek before walking out with Sam. He walked me to the car.

"You seem to have changed Dean," He said with a faint smile making me giggle.

"Is that a good thing?" I asked as we approached a gorgeous black muscle car. Damn! I could fall in love with the car never mind Dean. Oh but imagine having Dean in the car. I need to calm down!!!

"Considering he practically never trusts anyone at all, it's kind of refreshing," Sam replied making me smile. We said our quick goodbyes before I drove off into the beautiful car.

I made my way to my apartment building and parked up front. I ventured up to my door and unlocked it finding nothing had changed, I smiled as I closed the door and headed to my room. I grabbed my large military bag and packed it with my clothes, guns, knives, fake IDs, phones, all the essentials and my laptop. I ensured that I hid all my incriminating things in case Sam or Dean entered my bag. I changed into black leggings, a white flowy crop top and a black leather jacket. I threw on my black boots. I looked in the mirror. I tied my hair back neatly before putting on some makeup. I applied concealer, mascara, lip balm and black eyeliner to line my water lines. I smiled at my usual look which I hadn't seen since I was in the hospital. I made sure to pack my makeup and put it in my bag. I swung the bag onto my shoulder, momentarily forgetting about the pain and wincing. I carried the bag beside me before picking up Dean's shirt and putting on my black boots before making my way to the Impala and stuffing my things inside. I drove to a random store and grabbed a new toothbrush, an apple and a thank you card. I walked over to the counter and paid. Since there was no one in the store I decided to write the card here, at the front desk.

"Do you mind if I use your pen?" I asked the guy behind the counter with a smile. He smiled back and handed me his pen.

"Are you single by any chance?" He asked in the politest way possible.

"No, sorry," I politely replied but smiled thinking of Dean.

"Worth a shot," He chuckled making me laugh. I focused on writing the thank you card before reading it over: 'Sam, Thank you for being willing to put up with me and thanks for not throwing me out. I promise to look after Dean and keep him safe. :) PS, I'm so glad I met you both! Much love, Y/N.'

I smiled and sealed the envelope. I handed the guy his pen back earning a smile. I put everything in my bag and headed back.

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Doctor Wars - Gregory House

Title: Doctor Wars - Gregory House

Words: 1,982

Relations: Gregory House X Reader

TW: Strong language.

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I smiled at the patient before taking the opportunity to leave. I smiled politely as I waited at the door, another patient passing by. I let them walk first before entering the hall. I approached the help desk and signed off the files and notes I had taken before filing my paperwork.

"Are you always smiling?" A rough voice asked me. I chuckled softly knowing it was House's usual and morbid demeanor. I had not talked to him before but often heard some of his funny remarks or acts of antisocial behaviour around the hospital. I smiled as I looked up at him.

"Usually yes," I replied in a chipper tone. He seemed to study me a second longer than normal. I smiled a little brighter, a nervous habit. He clenched his jaw, taking in my expression and looking slightly puzzled.

"Walk with me," He instructed, turning and beginning to walk around the desk.

"I have patients," I exclaimed, raising my voice slightly as he began walking down the hall and away from me.

"Walk with me," He repeated as he continued to venture in a different direction. I watched after him, my eyebrows slightly furrowed. I shrugged my shoulders before going back to my work. I began reading the file of a new patient. I tapped the top of my pen to my teeth as I examined the file. "You didn't follow me," I looked past my file at House.

"I told you I have patients," I explained, my gaze falling back onto the file.

"People usually follow me," He explained, I looked back at him with raised eyebrows.

"I'm not a usual person," I shrugged, turning around to go to my patients' room. House staying behind.

I finished taking the patient's family history before leaving the room, I looked at the desk, a part of me expecting to see House. He wasn't there. I smiled, walking out. "You never stop smiling," House's voice commented behind me. I knew instantly he had been waiting by the door. I didn't bother looking back at him as I headed to the desk to continue my work. "Wilson hasn't seen you without a smile so now there's a bet going that I can stop you from smiling, Wilson isn't on board yet but he will be," House explained tauntingly as he followed me. I chuckled as I shook my head, turning around with an extra sincere smile.

"Have fun with that," I smirked, turning back around and continuing my work, fully intent on ignoring him.

When I teased House I didn't know what I had expected. He did a lot to mess with me. He would jump out at me, scaring me but I always smiled and laughed it off. He began recruiting people to walk in front of me whenever I was walking. It's mildly irritating but I always just smile, take a deep breath and stabilise my patience.

It's been 2 agonising weeks of House messing with me. It's gotten to the point where it's just us being stubborn now. He's doing everything he can to piss me off and I'm being too stubborn to lose. He's locked me in supplies cupboards and set off alarms for my patients so I rush in, he has even resorted to tripping me. I smile through gritted teeth but refuse to lose.

I walked through the halls, face buried in a file as I walked. I've become more aware of my surroundings as time has gone by. If anything I'm better at my job now. I am getting to alarms quicker and my spatial awareness has improved from the practice of House messing with me. I skipped, jumping up slightly as I took another step. I smirked as I heard House moan. He was trying to trip me with his cane but I've grown a sixth sense for it. I feel like anything he throws at me now I can handle.

I walked into the clinic, I'm not rostered to do it now but I've swapped shifts with a colleague to help her out. She's working my shift on Sunday to do her clinic hours. I'm not sure why people are so against doing it, I like meeting new people, it's interesting.

"Have a good day," I commented as I walked a patient out. She smiled politely before leaving. I checked my watch before filing the paperwork. I can fit one more customer in. I picked up the next file, smiling brightly as I turned to the waiting room. "Jake Rossy?" I asked, raising my voice slightly so I could be heard over the room. A guy looked up, smiling as he got up. I smiled brighter as I examined his walk towards me. He seems to have a tight back as he's walking stiffly. He's around 30 years old and not a keen advocate for self-care. I guided him to a room, holding the door open for him. "Have a seat," I instructed, gesturing to the examination chair. I opened the file as I closed the door. "What can I help you with?" I asked politely as I rolled the stool closer to me and perched on it.

"I'm having some problems with my back, I got hurt at work and they sent me here to get it checked," He explained as I nodded. Smiling sympathetically as I took in his words.

"I'm sorry to hear that, how did you get hurt?" I asked, readying my pen to add it to the file.

"I fell from the top of the ladder, I'm a window cleaner," He explained so I nodded as I took a note of it.

"Okay, well what I would like to do is get you set up with some painkillers but as you're walking we know that nothing is broken so that's a good sign." I started explaining as I put on my gloves. "I would just like to take a look just to be sure," I explained so he nodded and pulled his shirt over his head. I was a little shocked as I only needed to lift the back but this works too. I suppose. I smiled politely, getting up from my stool and walking around to examine his back.

"Since I'm shirtless, it's only fair you are too," He commented, my eyebrows furrowed as I looked at the back of his head disgusted. I forced a chuckle figuring it was just an inappropriate and ill-timed joke.

"I don't think that's appropriate," I explained, trying to keep my tone friendly and simply shrug off the matter. I took off my gloves, walking back in front of him with a smile. "I can't see any other issues so I'll write you a prescription and you can pick it up at our pharmacy," I explained politely but he looked at me confused. I raised an eyebrow expectantly as he was clearly wanting me to say something else. My eyebrows furrowed the longer he was silent.

"You're really not going to take your shirt off?" He asked as if it was an obvious question to ask. My eyes widened slightly.

"No, sir. I will remain-" I started but gasped as he harshly gripped at my shirt and pulled me towards him.

"Come on," He spoke venomously. I placed my flat hands on his sweaty chest. I stabilised myself and quickly lifted my arm to hit his wrist and remove his hand from my shirt. I took the time to step back and out of his reach. I looked at him disgusted as he smirked. I shook my head, my whole body wanting to punch him but I can't I'm working. I'll be fired. I took a deep and angered breath before shaking my head and storming out. He wasn't regretful, he didn't care. He was smirking and showing no remorse.

"Are you okay?" A nurse asked as I passed her but I'm too angry right now. I walked out, rushed to the stairs and sprinted up them, two steps at a time. I saw red as I hurried around. I slammed the door open as I walked in.

"You've taken it too far, House." I boomed, my anger spilling out as he looked at me with wide eyes. "Tripping me, having people walk in front of me, the jump scares and everything else I can deal with but this?" I scoffed, my anger swelling in my throat. He looked at me confused, my anger growing at him for playing stupid. "You paid someone to assault me," I shouted, my anger overtaking me. I didn't care about people hearing me outside of House's office. I don't care. He's gone even crazier than everyone already thinks he is.

"Someone did what?" He asked, his voice also raised as he looked angry. My eyebrows furrowed as it was not the reaction I expected. He looked at me expectantly, his anger making his temper short. He groaned as he got up and started approaching me. I stepped back confused but soon realised he was leaving. I followed after him.

"House, what are you doing?" I asked as I hurried after him.

"Well, I'm going to find the person who assaulted you, God, I knew you were dim but I didn't realise you were stupid," He expressed making me roll my eyes. I hurried in front of him, stopping to face him and blocking his way so he couldn't pass me.

"You really didn't do it?" I asked, my gaze softening as I came to the realisation that House hadn't done this and it was insane of me to have assumed it was him.

"No, I was about to give up," He explained but I raised an eyebrow expectantly at him. "Okay, I put a glitter bomb in your office but then I was done." He explained. I chuckled as I shook my head.

"Please, don't make a scene. I apologise for accusing you but you won the bet, I stopped smiling." I explained, my gaze softening as I admired him. I'd be lying if I pretended I didn't have a crush on him. House smiled as he surveyed me.

"That wasn't the bet," House explained, I looked at him confused as he smirked.

"What? You said it was a bet to stop me from smiling," I explained in a confused tone. I couldn't help but mirror his smile. It's rare to see him smile, people always say House and I are opposites because of that fact, I always blush knowing opposites attract. That's probably why I have such a crush on him. I shouldn't like older men but there he is, a man, older than my father and I want nothing more than to kiss him even though he's been annoying me for weeks.

"That was the original bet but Wilson didn't agree. He bet I couldn't get you to go on a date with me," He explained. My insides fluttered as I realised his words. I tried hiding my smile but I couldn't, it came out as more of a smirk.

"What did you bet?" I asked, my voice reflecting my smirk. I blushed as he studied my expression.

"I bet we'd be on a date before Friday night," He explained, I raised an eyebrow.

"It's Thursday," I explained so he smirked.

"Well, we have to hurry then, I hate losing," He explained, his eyes belittling me under his gaze. I bit my lip, another feeble attempt to hide my smile.

"I wouldn't want to stand in the way of you and your pride," I chuckled, smiling up at him.

"Glad you agree, see you back in my office at 7," He added before smirking and turning back to his office. I bit my lip, blushing as I watched him walk away. I turned back, internally dancing as I smiled. Best but weirdest day ever!

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