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ALP Character HCs

⋆GN!Reader + NSFW HCs

⋆list includes: Connor Temple & Johnny Harker

*note: I jus wanna get this shit outta my drafts

Connor Temple ✮

Pre-relationship

• Met you when he attended college and immediately latched onto you

• You humored his ridiculous conspiracies, enjoyed his passion for prehistoric things and theories and had similar interest in movies

• Was thrilled to have more friends

• When he pulled out of college, you sought him out, it worried you that such a bright peer dropped college for seemingly no good reason

• He sort of accidentally maybe told you a bit about the anomalies and what he was doing with Professor Cutter

• You obviously thought he was batshit insane but lo and behold, he was telling the truth

• You figured that out the hard way when you encountered an entelodont fresh out of a rip in time

• Needless to say that changed your view a bit

• So you became a sort of witness to the whole ARC operation until you were recruited to be “the help”, basically just doing whatever the main team didn’t do [like paperwork…]

• After a few months of working there you, Connor and Abby started to get close, forming a little group

• Occasionally when you weren’t held up at work or they weren’t risking their lives, you’d all hang out.

• It was a cute dynamic for a while

• Until you and Connor started to hang out seperately

• Bringing him over to your flat a handful of times w/out Abby

• When Abby caught wind of this, she had a bit of a feeling where it was heading

• You and Connor ended up becoming best friends, spending pretty much any spare moment you could with each other, Abby sometimes tagging along for the adventure

• Then another noticeable dynamic started, where you would start messing with Connor and he’d be blissfully unaware of the fact you were joking

• Has no idea what’s going on when you flirt w/him

• Thinks it’s just a “fun friend dynamic” at first

• Uh-huh, cuddling up with your homies during movie night is suuuuper normal, Con.

• You don’t hold your friend’s hand from time to time? Psshh, weird.

• You gotta cry into your bros arms every now and then, y’know, for your health

• Abby points out the fact that you’re actually being very forward w/him

• He doesn’t believe her at first and just excuses it but she quotes some of the most unhinged things you’ve said to him and it finally clicks

• Slowly he starts to flirt back and you jump on that shit immediately

• He pulls a “make me” and you almost explode

• Struggles to get acclimated to using the humor he used w/ Abby on a guy

• He gets it but it takes a minute

• Eventually you two get into a sorta will-they-won’t-they because it’s Connor and he’s perpetually confused about relationships

• You close the deal and give him a kiss plus an extensive talk on relationships bcs he needs deets

• Everyone in the ARC catches on pretty quick

• Of course they clown on you two for it bcs duh

• Once Stephen saw you two have a tender moment and just ragged on you for like 5 minutes and Connor got super embarrassed until he realized he was joking

• Abby was super supportive but also your biggest bully

• She mostly picked on Connor but every now and again she’d change targets

• Overall lots of figuring each other out and starting some cute little dynamics

Established Relationship

• Lots of time spent in each other’s work spaces not getting work done bcs you two were fucking around doing random stuff

• He also stayed around your place and eventually moved in cause when has he ever held down a flat that was his?

• You had to fully mold him into a better roommate there was absolutely no way you were gonna put up w/ that

• Steals ur shirts and over-layer clothes [borderline klepto when it comes to clothes]

• Has made you late to work so many times

• Can’t cook for shit so you have to do it for him

• A very good helper in the kitchen but otherwise culinarily inept

• Loves helping you with chores and other various excuses to share some cute domestic moments

• Had to be retaught how to do laundry cause what the fuck was he doing before??

• Asked you to help decorate his room when he moved to your flat and you made fun of all his nerd stuff [he claimed you were jealous of his collection]

• Harasses you to come to movie nights w/ Tom and Duncan

• Movies nights just turn into all four of you talking over the movie and ranting abt your opinions on it

• Lots of debates abt in universe realism and plot holes

• Con infodumps relentlessly about Star Wars or other such sci-fi type movies/shows whenever he’s given the chance

• You two go back and forth about your fixations and listen to each other equally because ur gross and in love

• Enables your fixations like you enable his

• Otherwise has a bit of trouble listening the first time and has to be reminded of things

• Very grateful for your patience with him

• Lots and lots of affection and compensation for “dealing” with him [it’s really not that bad but he feels guilty so you let him]

• Insanely loving and affectionate in private but dials it back in public

• Has a weird thing with PDA, very on and off with it depending on the situation [usually PDA positive]

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• Gets turned on so fast

• If you touch him a certain way or talk to him in a way he likes there’s like a 9/10 chance he’s tomato red and tugging his shirt down

• Make a comment on his body and he’s beet red

• If you put your hands on his waist he’s fully leaning back and melting into your touch

• Mindlessly run your hands on his sides and he’s shivering at the feel

• He loooooves when you make him feel weightless, tossing him around or picking him up has him giggling like a schoolgirl

• Fully sits on your lap whatever chance he gets

• God forbid things actually get hot and heavy

• If you make out with him he’s whining and open-mouthed

• Touch his thighs and his hips twitch until he remembers himself

• Will crawl into your lap and grind on you if you let him

• Goes crazy for neck kisses

• Insanely easy to wind up

• Takes him a while to get over his virgin demeanor but he gets there

• Used to be a very selfish lover until he learned how much he loves making you feel good

• Either a service top or the bottomiest bottom

• Won’t turn down doing nothing but generally tries not to

• Sometimes he completely forgets in the heat of the moment and just lets you do whatever

• Eager to please at all times, will try pretty much anything if he thinks you’ll like it

• Once you find stuff you both like he wants it any time you guys do the dirty

• He figured out he liked being manhandled and you were on it

• If you push him up against a wall it’s over

• Not like he weighs very much but it still makes him feel special

• You also made a habit of overstimulating him because he cries but still tries so hard to keep from pulling away because he still wants it

• On certain days he’ll specifically seek out that treatment

• Likes to feel powerless against you [really he just likes the attention and how it feels but that’s his “reasoning”]

• Vibrators.

• That’s it.

• Simultaneously his favorite and least favorite addition to the bedroom

• Loves when it’s used on him but also gets easily overwhelmed by it

• It’s so-so

• Face down ass up type of guy

• Takes that position pretty much every time you two fool around

• Likes when you grab his waist and get rough

• Also likes when you slap his ass but that’s only sometimes

• Emotional during sex, 100%

• Not the cry during sex type but gets very sappy

• Lots of “I love you”s in his horny ramblings

• Begs.

• Doesn’t even have to be prompted he just does it when he’s close

• So very vocal

• Not loud vocal rather he makes some semblance of noise the whole time, very whiney

• Likes being marked up with hickies only you two can see, he likes seeing the reminders of what you two did

• Lots of kisses and tenderness, loves feeling close to you during it

• Needy once he’s in the moment but usually doesn’t initiate

• If he initiates he is incredibly horny

• Those are usually the times he has to be touching you no matter what

• He’ll be all over you, constantly demanding your attention and touch

• Though it’s rare he ever gets like that

• Usually only if you tease him a bunch but never give him any release

• Not an overtly sexual person but obviously won’t turn it down

Johnny Harker ✮

pre-relationship

• Asshole.

• There’s no polite way of going about it he’s just sort of an asshole

• Has a bad habit of taking his anger out on you

• Fist fought you more than once

• Not a great start but any sort of relationship w/Johnny is hard earned

• He makes it difficult on purpose

• If you partner up w/ him on the job he will shit on you for any missteps or slip ups

• Has pointed a loaded gun at you at least once during a really bad fight

• You’ve kicked his ass [if you bring it up he’ll start shit all over again]

• Very bitter if you outdo him at something

• Once you earn his respect, he eases up a bit and cuts you some slack

• Takes a while but starts biting his tongue if you do something he disagrees with

• Starts to actually joke with you and let you see his less serious side

• He starts to act like a somewhat normal person once he knows you’re in it for the long haul and aren’t a coward

• Fights get less common but still happen bcs he’s perpetually pissed off

• One time you got hurt really bad and he damn near had a stroke, lots of conflicting emotions

• It’s hard for him to comfort people, he has a hard time not just logic-ing his way through other people’s problems

• Will always patch up your wounds and poke fun at you for getting them

• Same goes the other way around, you once stitched up a bad gash on his stomach and he couldn’t stop staring at you

• Would never in a million years admit to having feelings for anyone first

• You made the mistake of joke flirting with him once and he had a moment of “proving” how straight he was and it actually contradicted his whole point

• Gets butt hurt whenever someone jokes about you guys’ odd relationship

• Slowly starts to get defensive over you but will always deny it if you bring it up

• Finds any excuse to spend time with you

• He teaches you how to disassemble all of the guns in the armory and how to clean and work each one

• Tells you about any and all tech he has in the hideout

• Literally just wants to teach you stuff because it makes him feel good and brings you two closer

• Still, never gonna admit it

• After a really bad mission where you fully almost died he was livid pissed, simultaneously at you but also in general

• He took some of his frustration and worry out on you

• You obviously didn’t respond great to that after almost getting murked

• It turned to pushes and shoves until uh oh, you were against a wall

• It went how you’d expect, after a moment of high tension and debating wether or not you should throw a punch, he kissed you

• Hard and rough, almost hard enough to bruise

• Till eventually he dialed it back a bit to a somewhat normal make out sesh

• Still hot and heavy tho bcs duh it’s Johnny Harker

• Needless to say there was no prancing around it after that

• He started warming up to the idea of being a little more openly caring

• It was a hard lesson for him to learn

• Until this time he got badly hurt and realized he never wanted to feel like he didn’t get a chance to say what he truly felt for you

• So he sucked it up and started properly communicating and occasionally showing affection aside from the seldom shoulder pat

• You off handedly brought up your relationship and how you noticed a change in him

• That got him talking about how he really felt

• Thus, the relationship bloomed

established relationship

• it takes him a comedically long time to realize being in a relationship usually means showing it

• god forbid you try to show him affection when someone else is around

• does some dramatic shit like rip his hand away and look at you like you kicked his dog or some shit

• whenever you’re in private tho? he won’t leave you alone. he’ll be sitting right next to you, shoulders touching at minimum at all times. holding your hand or having you lean on him

• he’ll probably kill you and then himself if someone catches you, but it’s worth it.. probably

• so, so touch starved. it’s sad

• anytime you two have a cute domestic moment, he gets really existential and weird

• to him, any sort of relationship is hard to find and even harder to keep due to how he lives, so you were a total enigma to him

• it all comes back to him being grateful you’re there

• if you tell a soul he said those words he’ll punch you in the throat

• anyways

• going on missions together is always a massive hit or miss

• you’re either the perfect duo, killing vamps like it’s nothing, or constantly arguing and unable to find a good method

• most times you’re a good duo, tho, hold onto that

• insanely protective and possessive of you. like, concerningly so sometimes

• if any of his teammates act a certain way around you? he’s staring. if they joke flirt w you? he’s there. if they try some shit? his hand is on your waist and he’s starting shit

• not to mention if shit goes sideways on a mission, he’s like an animal, it’s scary

• will either fully deny he’s like that or be like “duh, what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t murder someone for you?? tf??”

• no in between

• loves food

• the way to his heart is thru food and a good drink

• whisky drinker probably

• make this man some home cooked food, give him a glass of cheap whisky, plant a kiss on him and he’s head over heels

• if he wasn’t favoring you before, he was now

• if you two ever fight, bringing him a plate of food will almost always make him more receptive to conversation

• listens a loooot better after a while of you two dating

• he becomes way less insufferable tbh

• overall, a very broody, protective partner who adores your presence in his life

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• low sex drive

• he just doesn’t really seek it out

• but catch him at the right moment, and he’s on you like a dog

• fresh off a mission, during a spar session or in the middle of an argument? he’s hard as a rock

• he’s an adrenaline junkie, so anything that gets his cortisol levels concerningly high turns him on

• he’s odd

• loves being kind of mean during it

• big into degradation, he thinks it’s so hot

• both ways, if you call him desperate or useless he’ll explode

• biting.

• he loves biting you and leaving a shit ton of marks

• he wants everyone to see that shit

• almost always plants a big bite right on your neck, it’s like his signature

• very proud

• always strives to make you as noisy as possible, abusing all of your weaknesses at once to achieve it

• orgasm denial is big on his list of yeses

• hearing you beg to cum gives him an insane power trip, and he’ll never get sick of it

• also makes an attempt to cum inside you every time, another ‘marking’ thing, but you think he just doesn’t wanna pull out

• you don’t blame him

• loves when you ride him, being able to look up at you and guide you through while not having to do as much work is heaven

• definitely holds you really tight no matter the position, he either holds your hips or wraps you up in a sort of hug

• even if he’s rough he still wants to be close to you

• very very selfless lover

• if you want it, he’ll go as long as you want him to

• still asks for some reciprocation from time to time and who would deny that face?

• he’s such a sucker for blowjobs oh my god

• fastest way to make him nut is probably giving him a bj

• he’s normally the grunting type, but he’ll get vocal during a blowie

• full blown whines and praise if you catch him in a really horny moment, he’d also have little to no restraint and try to fuck your face tbh

• he has a hard time roping in any of his physical impulses like holding too tight, pulling and pushing or whatever else, but he gets a handle on it eventually

• overall 10/10 good lay, definitely would be an even better hate-fuck

#male reader #gn reader #fem reader #x reader #primeval #connor temple #primeval fic #johnny harker #johnathan harker #vampyre nation #hcs #headcanon

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snuff-loves-men · 7 months

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omg when is that I need 2 know

feeding the 3 Connor fans that remain in this dead ass fandom 🫶

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snuff-loves-men · 7 months

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Sloppy Drunk [WIP]

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Summary: Your friend Abby takes you out drinking, only to leave you on your own. Just when you start evaluating going home, a new face appears. All of a sudden you need to know all about him

Word Count: 1k [WIP]

Tags/CW: Alcohol consumption, reader is his own person, submissive!Connor, wingman Abby

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Your body slouched heavily against the sticky pub counter, having been unwashed for god knows how long. It was early — 2 or 3 AM early, far past your bedtime — and you wanted nothing more than to retire back to your flat and sleep your impending hangover away.

In your boredom, you read each bottle label on the shelves, analyzed every water stain or crack in the wall. Each flaw of the pub etched itself into your tired, intoxicated mind. Very healthy, obviously.

Abby had insisted you came with her to get fucked up. Yet she couldn’t be found, probably off befriending a few drunk girls and forgetting you were even there.

So there you sat, hunched over your drink and staring blankly into your reflection within the wall mirror. You looked rough, clearly inebriated and exhausted. Dark bags hung heavy around your eyes, shining in the dim yellow lights above you.

Maybe it was time to go home.

“Connor? Where’ve you been? It’s so late.” You heard Abby’s crow of joy over the muddled music and murmuring conversations. She was plastering herself to some scrawny, black haired fella.

Abby was definitely a mix of a clingy drunk and an emotional drunk. It all depended. So anytime she drank, she had to have you, her brother or another friend keep her company. This guy must’ve been the other friend.

As much as you tried to sneer and put it off as her latest crush, your eyes lingered a moment. From what you could tell of his body, he wasn’t stacked, but he was cute. Twink-ish. Fragile. Maybe your type.

When he turned around, he had a goofy grin that spread from ear to ear, just happy talking to Abb. Right then you knew you needed his name. Abby was never stingy with any men she was interested in, as long as it wasn’t serious.

There’ve been a few times in your shared past that you’ve had… relations, with the same dude. Some people frown on it, understandably, but you two just have such similar types. This guy happened to fall into that.

You slowly worked up your nerve to go bug your drunk blonde friend and her newest entertainment, sliding off your rickety stool louder than you’d meant to. Their heads both turned to you, Abby smiling in your direction.

“(Y/N)! Come meet Connor!”

Connor. So that was the twink’s name.

He gave an awkward wave and a tight lipped smile, noting his fingerless gloves and interesting fashion choices.

He was adorned in a blue scarf, fedora, vest and a bright red shirt. Given his complete lack of color coordination or sense of style, he had to have been dressed by his mother most his life. Not like it would matter later in the night, if you had anything to say about it.

When you stood to full height, he almost cowered, recoiling at your previously unknown height advantage.

Connor wasn’t short, but you definitely had three or so inches on him, plus a stronger build. Another part of Abby’s type that overlapped with yours. Scrawny men just did it better.

“So uhm, you’re (Y/N), then? Abby talks about you a lot.”

He kicks at the toe of his shoes, a piece of rubber flapping on the toe, well worn and well loved. While he fidgeted, he almost pouted, like he was sulking.

Oh, you’ve seen this before.

Anytime Abby introduces you to a guy — romantic or not — they immediately see you as competition. Your height, your voice, your relationship to Abby, to them it all adds up to a threat. Little do they know, you’re more interested in them than Abby, most times anyway.

You take a kick at his shoe, drawing his gaze up to meet yours. His eyes were like a fawn’s. The prime definition of doe eyes. They were a lovely deep brown, and blown wide when they looked at you.

Mortified didn’t begin to cover his expression.

“Haven’t even had a proper chat and you’re moping.”

With that comment, he flounders, blabbering out an excuse and finding something on his person to pick at. He finds a few loose threads on his gloves and begins anxiously plucking them as he stutters.

“Well, I just- I’ve never met-“

You laugh at his bashfulness, giving him an endearing clap on the shoulder to reassure him it wasn’t serious.

He paused, flustered pout morphing into a sweet smile. Even with the lighter mood, he still wouldn’t look at you, gaze stuck on his shoes.

You needed to see more of that smile immediately. Not even 3 minutes into your first interaction and you were whipped.

Who would’ve thought some dorky twink would have you wrapped around his finger?

“It’s okay, mate, no worries. Abby invited you, right?”

Connor took a few testing glances in your direction, only for his gaze to find Abby or the floor. He picked at loose threads on his clothes as he spoke.

“Yeah, told me she didn’t wanna go pub crawling alone but, here you are.”

He chuckled dryly, still struggling with the idea you were nothing more than Abby’s friend. Regardless of the anxiety in the back of his mind, he started to look you over.

Staving off the urge to turn tail and find the quickest drink he could, his eyes raked over your whole figure.

He made it painfully obvious, too.

Every stain, fray or rip caught his eyes and held them. It was hard to curb the rude instinct of snapping in front of his face and demanding his attention.

“You’re acting like you’ve never seen a gay guy, Con.”

Abby slurred happily, wiggling her eyebrows and jostling Connor, breaking him away from his analysis.

“Wha.. no, no. I just..”

He trailed off, finally looking you in the eye, with the same deer-in-headlights expression he had minutes earlier. Though, he wasn’t as afraid.

Now he looked curious.

“You don’t really see men who can dress much.”

You scoffed at the comment, barely hiding a snort of laughter. You made eye contact with Abby, wordlessly communicating she had the same thought you did.

“I don’t either.”

Abby mutters, leaning over to you and outright laughing at her own jab, though Connor didn’t seem to follow. For the best, probably.

“I grew up around only women so, dressing poorly was basically a sin.”

Connor nodded along, automatically hooked on your explanation. He was an attentive listener, and that you liked. The pros and cons list looked far less bleak than with most men.

“C’mon, let’s get you a drink, eh?”

You gently guided Connor to the bar, sitting him down next to you as Abby took his other side. They chatted quietly for a moment or two before Connor decided to order.

To your drunk memory it sounded like something a little fruity. The ball has to be in your corner at this point. You could feel it.

You watched as the two spoke, wordlessly admiring Connor and poorly following the conversation. What about him had you so hooked? You couldn’t seem to put your finger on it.

Of course he was good looking, nothing you’d find in magazines but definitely attractive.

He seemed to be very charming, quick with a joke or a jab, though they didn’t always land.

His style may be horrendous, but it was clear he put effort into the outfits he wore, regardless of how atrocious they may be.

All of these put together make for a decent man, but what had you held on so tight?

“Abby, c’mon, you know I hate that story..”

He whined, putting his head in his hands, clearly ashamed of whatever the blonde had mentioned while you weren’t listening.

Ohh.. there it is.

His lower lip jutted with a slight pout again and covered up his cheeks which were no doubt tinted a glorious bright pink in embarrassment. If Abby really pushed him, he would wind up crying.

That’s what had you.

He was so easy to fluster.

#male reader #primeval #connor temple #connor temple x reader #connor temple x male reader #x reader #primeval fic

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snuff-loves-men · 7 months

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feeding the 3 Connor fans that remain in this dead ass fandom 🫶

#primeval #connor temple #primeval fic

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snuff-loves-men · 1 year

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Do you know when you are going to post again?👀

Imma be honest w your rn I have no clue bcs I’ve had no inspo to write for MONTHS so if o post I post ig 😭😭

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snuff-loves-men · 2 years

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Idk if you do trans reader but if you do could you write something where the reader is changing his shirt and dean walks in and sees his top surgery scars. It's awkward and after a few days they sit down and talk about it. 💙

OMG YES!! I’m trans myself so I would love to do a trans reader!! Sorry all my work has been so slow but I’m real bad about finishing what I start, so I’ll get to this request eventually <3

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snuff-loves-men · 2 years

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Need to Know | P. 3

Dean Winchester x Male!Reader

Summary: Dean sees Reader w/out his shirt on and flips shit bisexually

Word Count: 1.9k

Tags/CW: Bi Dean, Reader is his own person, innuendo, heavy sexual tension, mild angst, described anxiety

THIS VERSION OF NTK HAS BEEN REWORKED

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Dean had no idea what he was doing, not in a virgin sense obviously. He genuinely didn’t know what the fuck he was doing. For all he knew, (Y/n) would shove him off in disgust, or hit him even. Hell, he learned his lean friend had quite a swing, maybe it would be used on him again. Instead of doing those things, he melted into the kiss, allowing Dean this moment of comfort.

After a few seconds he pulled away with a dopey smile on his lips. “Was that ‘cause I let you borrow my hoodie?” His tone was sarcastic and giddy, the smile never left his face. “Shut up. Let’s go inside.” A chuckle escaped the younger man as he toddled along beside his drunk friend. The two seemed at peace in that moment, looking at each other every now and then with pure adoration. “This mean I can find out if your forearms match up?” “Oh my god, Dean.”

That morning was slow, Sam being the first to wake up. He quietly made his way to the motel door with the Impala’s keys, hopefully going to buy breakfast if he could get out without waking the beasts. Success, he managed to escape, leaving the other two to rest. (Y/n) was the second to wake up, his body was halfway off the worn couch. He dramatically groaned while he sat up and made his way to the bathroom. Once he got in the shower was when Dean started to wake, wondering where his two hunting partners had gone. He’d connected the dots to one when he heard the shower. “(N/n), I’m coming in.” He garbled as he pushed on the door handle. “Wait!” It was too late, Dean was in. “We’re seriously repeating this right now.”

“Whoa.” Was all the older could utter at the sight. (Y/n) had his back to the intruder, exposing his robust back and ass. His eyes shamelessly dragged along the male’s figure, he was thoroughly impressed. “Are you just gonna stare at my ass or what?” His current study shouted over the water, flailing his arms in retaliation.

“Last night I asked a question,” Dean took small, quiet steps towards the frosted glass shower, “you never answered me.” The filthy expression he was making seeped into his tempting words. “What? Dude, I don’t wanna play ‘who’s-dick-is-bigger’ right now.” Once he said it, everything clicked. Holy shit. He actually wanted to fuck? He thought it was all some elaborate prank, knowing the Winchester brothers.

The pause was killing Dean, water tapping against the floor and glass was all that could be heard. (Y/n)’s bated breath was covered by the droplets’ sound. “What if I wanna play who’s-dick-is-bigger? Huh? Don’t tell me you’re too chicken shi-” The older practically choked on his words as his interest turned around. A massive hand slid the glass door open, letting a cloud of steam into the bathroom atmosphere. Heat radiated off of his wet body as he closed in on the eldest Winchester.

“Chicken shit huh?” His voice rumbled, similar to a growl. Everything about him was animal in the moment, his eyes were narrowed and calculating, his breath was shallow, even his steps were planned. “You wanna compare so badly, then do it.” His hand shot out to grab Dean’s belt loops, pulling him closer. They were almost chest-to-chest. “Where did this come from?” He almost looked worried, as he stared into dark, keen eyes. They almost looked black as the pupil swallowed his iris in lust. A new confidence allowing the twiggy male to make a move.

“It’s always been there, Winchester. I couldn’t be a hunter if I was a boney coward.” His hands began to wander, tracing up Dean’s skin, leaving warm water in his wake. A shudder wracked through his body, leaving him grasping for the naked figure. “Now get the fuck out.” In what seemed to be the span of a second he was banished from the foggy bathroom. Are you kidding me?

Now everything was even more convoluted, in one hand (Y/n) now knew the oldest of the brothers was interested in him. On the other hand, he was now playing a serious game of hard to get. This precarious situation left poor Sam in the middle. He frequently witnessed his older brother slobbering over (Y/n) while he worked, even if it was something domestic like laundry. It was too much to bear. All he could do was complain or break up the atrocious exposition. “Guys can you please stop flirting for like two seconds? I just found a case, you wanna hear it or not?” Sam yelled in the passenger seat while the duo play-bullied each other.

“Yeah, fine.” The backseat resident folded up his arms and leaned back, closing his eyes to relax. They’d spent hours in the car, driving on a desolate highway for way too long. Needless to say they’d been getting sick of each other, more so Sam was tired of the pining men he had to put up with. Any chance Dean got he’d make a raunchy joke directed at (Y/n). It usually regarded his dick size or something of the like, now that he knew anyways. Sam always held distaste for his brother’s gross jokes, this only made it worse.

“A man was arrested today for pulling a gun and just blasting somebody in the middle of a store. Said he doesn’t remember anything.” He explained the brief excerpt he read to his pouting companions. The uncharacteristic silence was infuriating. “What is you guys’ problem?” Sam scoffed at the two men, who were currently acting as mature as 3rd graders. “Dean’s being a prick.” The middle child grumbled as he death glared the passing scenery. “(Y/n)’s just mad my dick is bigger.” “You wouldn’t be saying that if it was up your-” Sam groaned, hitting his head against the window. There they go again.

The drive was long and draining. Putting two confused, hormonal men in a tight space was not ideal. What other choice did they have? (Y/n) ended up in the driver’s seat while Sam power napped until their next stop. Surprisingly once the youngest was asleep they got along fine. Neither of the two oldest men had talked in an hour or so. Their current background noise was Baby’s engine and faint rock music. Dean teetered on the edge of sleep, though he tried his best to fight it. “Hey, why’re you still awake? You look dead.” The younger chuckled at his drowsy friend. He barely responded to (Y/n)’s jab, his eyelids fluttering closed every now and then. “Y’need a co-pilot. ‘S policy.” He mumbled a rebuttal quietly, his head thumping against the window. “Christ.”

After their investigation, the trio figured out it wasn’t a simple spirit like they thought. It was something similar, but definitely not a spirit. Why did this always happen? “God sometimes I hate this job.” (Y/n) complained quietly to himself, shutting his computer and shoving it to the end of the shitty motel bed. He laid back and glared at the ceiling, everything was so complicated lately. It was partially his fault but at first it was funny. He refused to believe Dean was serious about thinking he was attractive. There was so much proof but he just couldn’t understand, there was just no way. A frequent conversation piece was how the playboy wasn’t into men. Why now?

His thoughts began to delve into dangerous territory of worth and competence, but was interrupted by the brothers. “I’m telling you Dean! I know what I saw! There was ecto in his ears!” Sam exclaimed while chasing the older sibling. “I saw that, we should just sleep on it.” He deflected his brother’s attempt to investigate, preferring to stay at the motel.

Everything that had been going on must have left him exhausted, Sam too. “Sleep on it? We should really go after this thing. What if it kills more people? Normally you’d be all over this!” The younger was clearly frustrated and lost, having hardly a clue what was going on with his unusually stone-cold brother. “Well right now isn’t normal, Sammy. Just go to bed.” It was strange for the older to keep his composure so well while being accused of things, but it was definitely appreciated. “Whatever, we’re going first thing in the morning. No complaints.” Sam sat on his bed with a huff, staring down Dean. “Fine…and stop starin’ at me.”

Darkness covered the room flatly, nothing to be seen. It was the kind of darkness that had you second guessing your surroundings, the exact kind that (Y/n) despised. He already didn’t trust his instincts half the time, darkness just made it worse. At night he always made it his goal to fall asleep first, just so he knew others would be able to protect him while he was first fading off to slumber. It wasn’t like that now. Him and Dean laid on two opposing ends of the bed, their legs dangling off uncomfortably, leaving his groggy mind to wander.

Each breath began to leave him suffocating, it felt like he couldn’t blink, his mouth was dry. Fear was consuming him. He knew he normally wasn’t a coward, he couldn’t be, but right now was different. Everything was strange. He abruptly sat up and shoved his blankets off, walking on wobbly legs to the motel door. Once it opened he was devoured by pleasant light, the blue hues of the neon sign swallowed his figure in comfort. A sigh of relief left him, his muscles relaxed after what felt like hours of being tense. He was finally able to release that fear as he sat against the cold motel wall. The fabric of his hoodie was warm in contrast to the dry wind outside.

After he left in a huff, Dean had woken up to the door shutting. Though (Y/n) tried to be quiet, but he wasn’t as streamlined while half asleep. Shuffling footsteps thumped toward the closed door in search of warmth. That warmth that had left his bed. “(N/n)? Dude why are you out here? It’s colder than a witch’s tit.” His teeth chattered on his words at the prickling wind. “Needed air.” The other replied bluntly, his gaze never connected to the man who stood inches away from him. After a beat of silence, Dean took a seat next to his disturbed friend. “I’ll sit with you then. I sleep when you do.”

Once an hour had passed, the two called it a night, returning to the warm confines of their motel room. (Y/n) laid just the way he did before, legs dangling off the edge of the bed. “Hell’re you doing? Get up here.” The older scoffed as he lay normally in bed now. “Alright.” It seemed the other’s docile nature returned to him, rather than flighty and rude he was quiet. He crawled up the bed to lay beside Dean, trying to keep a safe distance to not seem clingy.

“(Y/n).” “Yeah?” They were both quiet with their words. “I’ve literally kissed you. Get your ass over here.” He yanked the domestic man to his side, leaving him shocked. A heavy weight laid across his stomach and chest, revealing to be Dean’s arm and head. He was cuddling him? No, it had to be a dream, he was delusional. Everything in him wanted to deny the interaction, but everything lined up. Whether it was just a small thing or something that would last was up to them, but it was clear the feelings were shared.

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Need to Know | P. 2

Dean Winchester x Male!Reader

Summary: Dean sees reader w/out his shirt on and flips shit bisexually

Word Count: 1.4k

Tags/CW: Bi Dean, Reader is his own person, Violence, Blood, Injury, Innuendo, Shapeshifter, Dean drinks the bubbly

THIS VERSION OF NTK HAS BEEN REWORKED

(Gif: becauseofthebowties)

Unfamiliar blood adorned (Y/n)’s arms and face, his body heaved with each breath. He’d been tackled by the shifter, it had to have taken a shine to him. Eventually, with Dean’s help, he came out on top and stabbed it with his silver blade. His hands gripped the knife’s handle with all his strength. Aside from the blood coating his hand, his knuckles were white.

“I think you got him.” The older loomed over his hulking friend. He couldn’t help but let his eyes scan his exhausted form. With each breath his shoulders would fall, his strong legs were defined in his crouched position. Both strong hands clenched, showing off each vein. Finally (Y/n) sighed, standing up over the lifeless corpse of the creature once disguised as human.

He rolled his shoulders and popped his neck, finally letting himself relax. “Surprised you didn’t have more to say. Somethin’ real dumb like ‘You done?” A smirk appeared on the lanky man, using his best mocking impression of Dean. “Hey, I don’t sound like that. ‘Sides I woulda said somethin like ‘damn, take it personal?” He chuckled at his own comment, a matching smile pulling at his lips.

It seemed like (Y/n)’s wounds only got worse, getting tackled by the shifter having left him with a few more gouges. This time they covered his shoulders and clavicle. “Alright, twig, take it off.” Dean rummaged through their almost limitless first-aid supplies. He plucked gauze, peroxide, ointment and a bandage from the bag. The older couldn’t help but let his eyes wander a bit, looking down to his friend’s well defined abs and laterals. His body was like a swimmer's, plus some extra beef. “Lay it on me, doc.” He pat his chest, grimacing at the poor choice.

After his bandages and medicine were all set, (Y/n) was sent off to take it easy by ‘Dr. Sexy’. Though, Dean insisted he kept his hoodie off. “I feel so naked.” He wrapped an itchy throw blanket around himself. Everything on his shoulders and neck ached, each muscle felt like they’d worked for hours.

Anytime a wince or groan left him, Dean would look in his direction. Usually after an expression of pain the older would either ask if he was alright, or just stare for a few seconds. At some point he’d ‘gotten sick of his complaining’ and stood from his bed, returning to the first aid bag. “What’re you doin?” “Shutting you up.” He threatened, pulling a fabric bag full of rice from the ziploc. The microwave hummed faintly, heating the little bag of goodness. Dean stood beside it and looked at the floor, refusing to make eye contact with (Y/n).

Once the hot fabric hit his neck a moan immediately left his lips, practically clawing to get closer to the warmth. Standing by was a visibly flustered Dean, biting at the inside of his lips and looking around frantically. Sam had been ignoring the whole scene. At least until he noticed a chance to make fun of his brother. “You alright Dean? You’re lookin a little red there, pal.” The shit eating grin he wore permeated his words. “Oh I’m doing great, just fine.” The oldest’s eyes remained straight forward, not connecting with his brother or his current issue.

Sitting on the floor, (Y/n) was none the wiser to the problem he’d started. Eventually he tilted his head back to look at Sam, “Can I put my hoodie on now?” He asked innocently. Both brothers wondered how he was this oblivious for this long. “Yeah, yeah. It’s in the kitchen.” Dean coughed into his hand, still avoiding his friend’s gaze. The fear that he would get caught by said friend was stronger than his will to look at the beautiful image. “Okay.”

Sleep that night was difficult for the eldest Winchester, it seemed anything he tried he couldn’t stop his thoughts. It was either extremely depressing late night bullshit, or unbelievably horny thoughts about (Y/n). “Fuck.” He whispered to himself. While his eyes remained closed, he let himself explore the thought of his friend, rather than old trauma. Each view he had of the skinny man was a blessing in his eyes, being able to see the well defined body must have been good karma. His session of reveling in dirty thoughts was ruined by the obnoxious squeaking of the leather couch.

“Hey, stop moving. Tryna sleep here.” He grumbled out a half ass excuse in the sound’s direction. “Sorry.” The familiar voice of (Y/n) could be heard across the room. Seems he couldn’t fall asleep either. A groan left Dean, he sat up from his bed and grabbed a shirt. Standing up he walked to his new interest, who was pathetically curled up in the fetal position. Though there weren’t many other choices, given his height. “Get up, let’s go outside. I want a drink.” He kicked the leg of the rickety couch. (Y/n) sat up, alarmed at the sudden movement. “Okay, gimme a sec.”

Outside was dark and cold, leading Dean to curse himself for not bringing a better shirt. It’s Indiana, why was it glacial? “You look cold.” A voice brought him from his self deprecating thoughts. “Nah, I’m fine.” He sniffed, wiping his nose and looking away from his companion. “I can lend you my hoodie to wear for the walk.” Dean wasn’t even given time to think about it, as (Y/n) was already pulling it off. Revealing a graphic tee underneath. The older caught the heavy fabric, confused on why it was so dense. “Carhartt.” He mumbled, rubbing the fabric between his calloused fingers.

Dean, as a matter of fact, did not take off the hoodie when they got inside. He wanted to experience the feeling of clothes that weren’t his for once. It seemed (Y/n) didn’t mind much, not if it was his favorite Winchester, or so Dean claims. “Yeah, that’s why Sammy doesn’t let me use his laptop anymore.” He chuckled, swishing around a drink in his glass. He wasn’t even sure what it was, just that it tasted okay and was alcoholic. Meanwhile the other settled for flat soda. “I mean for good reason. I know my sister would whoop me for touching any of her stuff.” A small laugh escaped the taller.

A bonding moment was always nice, and it seemed that’s what the two were having. (Y/n) smiled down at his tipsy friend. “You’re sister, is she doing okay?” He wouldn’t look at him, not without his hoodie on. Without the dense fabric, both of his arms were exposed. This meant the in-denial-bisexual would have to pry his eyes away if they connected. “She’s doin good, last I heard. She had a kid, man. A little girl.” Dean could hear the happiness in his voice, but saw how distraught he was.

“You ever get to meet her?” He finally connected their eyes when he asked, hoping to relieve his sadness somewhat. “No, she’s almost a year old now.” The sadness was obvious, he’d always want to be there for his sister, just like Dean was with Sam. Though (Y/n) was the youngest and his sister was the oldest, he was always the one to care for her. “That sucks man.” The older man mumbled, trying his best to express his remorse. “It’s okay, I’ll meet her someday.”

After a few more drinks, Dean was buzzed enough to use it as an excuse. “Hey, hey. (Y/n). Hey.” The shorter man had a playful smile and a plan. “What?” His smile widened. “Why do you wear this hoodie all the time?” To emphasize his words he pulled on the fabric. “Oh, people would always make fun of me for being a twig, so now I just cover up.” Dean’s smile dropped the moment he heard that. “Really?” He couldn’t believe it, not for a second. “Dude you’re built like an armored limo.” (Y/n) chuckled at the description. “Not always.”

“So you’re telling me, that you used to be a glorified skeleton with skin. I don’t believe you.” Dean scoffed, there was no way he wasn’t always built like this. He was a hunter for Christ's sake. “I didn’t grow up in the business like you and your brother. We’re back.” He smacked his drunk friend’s chest, pointing out their motel.

They both stopped walking, Dean having stopped first. “What’s wrong?” Silence filled the air. One was staring at the ground, the other leaned forward. “Do you not wanna wake up Sam? We can just sit out-“ (Y/n)’s attempt at consoling his older friend was interrupted by said friend kissing him

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Need to Know | P. 1

Dean Winchester x Male!Reader

Summary: Dean sees reader w/out his shirt on and flips shit bisexually

Word Count: 1.5k

Tags/CW: Bi Dean, Reader is his own person, Shapeshifter, Violence, Blood, Innuendo

THIS VERSION OF NTK HAS BEEN REWORKED

(Gif: Becauseofthebowties)

Dean thought he knew (Y/n) well, as they’ve grown close over the few years he’s been a part of the Winchesters’ shenanigans. He knew him down to what he looks like when he lies and how he acts when he’s uncomfortable. The one thing he didn’t know was what his body really looked like. Anything the guy wore hardly clung to him. It seemed his whole wardrobe was only baggy long sleeves and sweatpants that were 3 sizes too big. Imagine Dean’s surprise when he walked into his friend’s room, torso bare with only loose sweats to cover him. “Dude!” He shouted, turning around to keep himself ‘decent’. All he could do was stare at the well defined muscles of his, previously, scrawny friend. “Shit, sorry.” He spun on his heels and exited the room, speed walking away from the opened door. No fucking way.

The oldest Winchester’s entire view of his friend changed. Out of all the things he knew about the lanky kid, he thought that would be one of them. It seemed no one knew though. “(Y/n)? Dude what are you talking about? I told you to knock.” Sam shook his head as he flipped through some stray pages. “I’m tellin‘ ya man, dude’s jacked. It’s scary.” Dean stressed through a mouth full of donut. The two were sat at their kitchen table, both doing their own respective tasks. The oldest was finishing his terribly unhealthy breakfast while his younger counterpart jotted down annotations in some lore book. “Hey guys.”

(Y/n)’s voice was heard from behind the brothers. His hair was wet from an early morning shower. The signature brown hoodie and black cargo pants barely hung on his frame. “Mornin’ sunshine.” Dean didn’t make eye contact, fake inspecting his recently sharpened knife. “Hey (N/n)” Sam followed up, actually looking at the man before him. His lanky figure moved through the kitchen, searching for a sufficient snack. Dean watched him move, defined hands gripped the cabinets, hoodie creased against his broad shoulders. It was mesmerizing to watch his fluid movements, everything was methodical. He snapped himself out of it once his current study turned around.

“So, we got a case?” He pulled up a rickety wooden chair, sitting in between the two brothers. “Not yet, but there’s been some suspicious stuff goin’ on in Indiana.” (Y/n) cocked his head. “Like?” he asked. The youngest sighed before recalling what he read “Something about people being seen ganking another even though they were somewhere else. Sounds like shifter business to me.” Sam flipped back and forth in his book, finally closing it with his pencil still inside. “Wanna wait to check it out?” (Y/n) faced the younger brother, pulling a poptart to his mouth. “Yeah probably, last case sucked.” Dean watched the interaction, seeing how his current interest would adjust in his seat, or how he would randomly take a sharp breath. “Sounds good to me.” He kicked back in his chair, shoving the rest of the dry pastry into his mouth. Dean chuckled at his messiness. “You’re fuckin’ up that poptart, dude.” He laughed at his friend, crumbs decorating his unshaven jaw. “Sorry.”

Ever since that discovery he made that day, the oldest brother couldn’t keep his eyes off his clumsy friend. It seemed he brought chaos wherever he stepped, like a bull in a china shop. He wasn’t as large as Sam or burly as Dean, but he definitely had size on his side. “You always body check shit when you walk into a room?” Dean teased his nervous friend as they stepped onto the scene. “Shut up. ‘Least I look taller than 5 '10.” He grumbled, walking to investigate the victim’s desk space. Dean scoffed at the remark and decided to focus on the task at hand. They’re investigating what they thought could be a shapeshifter case, seeing patches of skin littered around the living space. (Y/n) quietly walked around to search for any sign of where the thing could’ve gone, while Sam and Dean bantered across the room. A couple of boxes jostled near him, the victim having been in the middle of moving in. He figured the cardboard was just settling. After turning his back he realized how poor of an idea it had been to look away. “Shit.”

Bandages wrapped tight around his arm, he squirmed due to the pressure and the sting of the ointment. “Sit still you wuss. You’re the one who turned from a shapeshifter.” Dean scolded his injured friend. “I know, shut up.” His voice was quiet, he was most definitely sulking. Each breath was slow, his normal fidgeting had ceased and his voice was even more quiet than usual. Dean sighed, he shouldn’t be too hard on him. “Everyone slips up. No biggie.” He pat his friend on the shoulder, getting up before he could connect with those puppy dog eyes. Anytime the oldest made an exception for (Y/n) he would make the most shocked and appreciative face. It almost made him sick to see it. “Oh wait, one question though.” A smile was plastered across Dean’s face. “Your forearm,” he gestured to the wounded appendage, “‘s it proportionate?”

“Damn he really showed you what’s what.” Sam laughed at his pouting older brother, as he held ice on his arm. After the nefarious comment he made, he was punched in the arm. Still he couldn’t tell if it was true disgust or just (Y/n) not knowing his own strength. “Guess so.” He recoiled as he moved. It would be hard to lay down like this.

The aforementioned assailant waltzed into their motel room, his hoodie sleeves rolled up to reveal well toned forearms. It was clear he put in work for his body. A bandage still decorated his wound, little spots of crimson peeking through the off-white cloth. “That shifter messed you up good.” Sam leaned forward, gently grabbing (Y/n)’s hand to look at the wrapping. He immediately yanked his hand away, pure instinct driving him. “Uh, sorry.” He brought the scratched arm back to Sam’s eye level. The youngest gently turned his friend’s arm within his grasp, looking at each spot that had bled through.

“Yikes.” He finally released the wounded arm and made eye contact with his, clearly nervous, counterpart. “Yeah, it hurt.” (Y/n) stated the obvious, as his mind was foggy. The attack really put him on edge, he feared he had screwed up the whole hunt. “No shit.” Dean grumbled as he turned his head to face his hurt friend. A scowl sat on his face. “I think you put that shifter to shame with your swing, I almost flew.” He adjusted on the bed and looked back to the TV, suddenly interested in whatever trashy drama was on.

“Your comment was out of pocket.” The usually quiet (Y/n) spoke up, pointing at the offending man as he sat on the couch he’d claimed as his bed. “It’s a compliment!” Dean shouted, his hands shot to the air. “I’m saying your-“ “Nope! Stop saying words!” He covered his ears and closed his eyes. The childlike display caused Sam to scoff. “I thought I was the child.” He mumbled as a breathy laugh escaped him. “Shut up Sam.” His older brother waved him off, aggressively turning to his side. “I’m going to bed.” He grumbled into his pillow, laying on his stomach and clenching the plush fabric tight. The three hunters did tend to act like children when they were upset.

That night was pushed to the back of the trio's brains, as they scoured through dirty alleyways for the shifter. They’d seen it run into the darkness of the corridor, now they just had to find it again. Easier said than done, as had been proven many times. Dean stopped in his tracks, grabbing whoever was closest. It just so happened to be (Y/n)’s wounded arm. He winced, pulling it away from his ally’s grip. “What?” Barely a whisper, he leaned down slightly to Dean’s eye level, earning him a shove. “Heard somethin’.” He walked ahead into the dark alley, the decaying walls and horrible smell did nothing to calm the three’s nerves. Every step echoed throughout the enclosed space. The sidewalk was wet with rain, heightening the sound further.

“Dude screw this place.” (Y/n) whispered, shining his flashlight in Dean’s general direction. The two jumped at the sound of footsteps, too far away to be Sam’s. Their eyes the size of dinner plates as they stared into the dark, having the space barely illuminated by the old flashlight. Instinctively Dean started to move forward, though his subconscious screamed to run. Slowly but surely, his terrified companion walked beside him. Each step was hesitant and planned, not wanting to make a single misstep. He froze, like a deer in headlights as they both faced their current game. A shapeshifter looked back at them, it’s eye’s reflecting in the light. “Got your gun?” “Yup.”

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Do you know when you are gonna put out need to know again? It was a comfort series 😌 but i love your work sm and have been checking in the past few months for updates.

Awwwh I didn’t know it was that comforting that’s so sweet!! I’ve been tinkering on it and I’ll probably re-release the fixed up parts and finish the last chapters soon <3

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dude!!!! I love your work so much, I had to reblog it all to my male reader insert side blog! Your writing style is incredible!! I can’t wait to read your next fic :D

OH MY GOD THAT’S SO KIND!! I’m currently working on a Sam/Male!Reader fic, I’m so glad you like my work <3 <3

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Just a Little Bit

SPN Fic 18+

Summary: Reader loudly jacks his stack in the shower giving poor Sam some lowkey bi panic, soft horny as a result

(FYI, this probably gonna be mediocre, first proper smut. Sorry if it’s not great)

CW: Straight up smut, PWP (kinda), Swearing, male reader, Sam as a submissive top, reader is his own person

Word Count: 3.4k

(Gif by becauseofthebowties)

Hunting was incredibly stressful, but that’s obvious. Chasing monsters, dealing with shitty or crazy people, dealing with each other. The whole shebang just sucked, of course the brothers and their tag along knew this well. One of the worst parts was having zero privacy. Somehow it seemed Dean made it through, no problem. Sam and (Y/n) on the other hand hated it with a passion. All they wanted was some time without the oldest’s loud music or obnoxious chewing sounds. Nevermind even thinking of getting off, that was a pipedream at best. It started to get to (Y/n), his carnal need to jack it was honestly alarming. “I’m showering.” He randomly mumbled while slamming Sam’s laptop shut. While he ambled to the small motel bathroom the brothers made their signature ‘we know what’s happening’ eye contact. They may be a little slow on the uptake, but by no means are they stupid. “Take your time, princess.” Dean smirked, earning him a hardy “Fuck off.”

Steam warmed the confined area, leaving its residue on the mirror and frosted glass of the shower. Warmth held (Y/n)’s body loosely, leaving wet droplets on his skin before even touching the water itself. Why the hell was a shower so erotic? He initially didn’t plan to do shit, now he just had to. After a few short moments to shed his remaining clothing, he entered the water’s warm embrace. He let out, a considerably loud, sigh. The damp heat of the shower fully encompassed his body, leaving him feeling content. Only for a moment did he feel that peace, as his desire disrupted it. Damn, can’t have anything nice. Without a second thought, he spit in his hand and got to work, wanting to make haste and get it over with. It’s not that he lacked stamina, he just didn’t have patience at the moment. Choked breath was concealed by the pattering shower, his body lurched against a damp wall, his whole weight leaning against it. Was he really about to finish this fast? He may have been pent up but this was almost embarrassing. With a jolt his climax had reached him, the feeling a kin to a five-star on the back. The hell?

After his borderline humiliating shower was finished, he dressed in a large green hoodie and grey sweats. With some fuzzy socks he knew he’d be made fun of for. He stepped foot out of the pathetic bathroom, not expecting to only see one brother. “Where’d Dean fuck off to?” (Y/n) spoke up without a second thought, rubbing his hair with a used towel. “Probably drinking or at some chick’s house.” Sam’s voice was uncaring, it did happen startlingly often. “To be expected.” The eyeroll he gave could almost be heard in his voice, it was a tiring job to deal with the man-whore (Y/n) called a friend. One of the benefits was being left with his sweetheart brother, him being significantly easier to get along with. Especially on late nights like this, he was much quieter and aware of his surroundings. It was only a plus that he was cute.

A comfortable silence worked its way throughout the room for a while, the introverted boys usually didn’t interact too much. Even so, they knew they could get along with no issue. There was just one thing in the way. It was the fact that (Y/n) had been really obvious when he was...relieving himself. The fact left Sam a tad confused, why did it kind of turn him on? Was it a fluke? It was a mystery, all the younger man knew was he was half hard in his very constraining and uncomfortable jeans. Every now and then he would try to subtly adjust but nothing worked. He settled with just leaving his book over his lap with his legs slightly bent. “It’s late, you should sleep soon. Bathroom’s free when you wanna brush your teeth.” (Y/n) muttered out the sentences before sprawling across Dean’s bed, he decided to lay claim on the space before the drunkard came back. “Yeah, sure.” Even an idiot could tell Sam was thinking, the half hearted tone gave him away immediately. “What’re you thinkin’ about?” The opposing man propped his head up on a pillow, looking in the other’s direction. The attention left him a little flustered, they didn’t talk one-on-one much. “You’re…” He started for a moment, before sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose. Was this stupid? He had to be a moron to think this would be a good idea. (Y/n) sat expectantly, cheek pressed into the cheap motel pillows.

Sam’s best bet of not seeming like a total loser in that moment was to just talk with confidence. “You’re bi right? So you’re into men?” He abruptly spoke, never connecting his gaze with (Y/n)’s. “Yeah. Why?” The nonchalant reply he gave left Sam feeling even dumber. Once more he couldn’t convey his thoughts, leaving the other introvert to put two and two together. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what Sammy was thinking. He was questioning, most people do at some point. Right? “You think you are too?” (Y/n) was the one to ask this time, his eyes were soft and accepting. Everything about his body language was uncaring in the best way, he really didn’t mind whatever answer Sam gave. “Maybe. I don’t know if it’s just by chance though.” His words were mumbled, his quiet tone further exhibiting his nerves. “I’ve been there, don’t worry about it man.” His smile wasn’t forced, it wasn’t judgemental or deceiving, he was genuine. After that interaction, stillness resurfaced in the room, leading (Y/n) to pull out his sketchbook and doodle away. Many moments passed in this comfortable silence, only breathing and light pencil scribbling could be heard.

What broke the silence was a startling question.

“Could I kiss you, just to see?”

The younger man almost whispered, partially hoping the other wouldn’t hear. Yet he did, he heard the cautiously uttered words and sat there shocked. Was this real life? It couldn’t be. He always somewhat wanted to explore with the younger Winchester, as Dean seemed a little too risky and not his type. He may be hot, but he’s also a hoe who might have diseases, no thanks. Besides, the younger was just his type, cute and probably a submissive top. “I wouldn’t mind.” The words came out without thinking, as he stood from the stiff mattress to face his new interest. Lumbering footsteps made their way towards Sammy, his face looked afraid and anticipating. He was surprised to receive such an eager answer, but he sure as hell wasn’t complaining. The mattress dipped due to the new weight, bringing Sam back from his thoughts. Any time he was conflicted he had such a cute expression, his lips pursed and brows furrowed. Even with that face, his eyes remained untouched in their sweetness, maybe even innocence. “Sure about this? If you dip into the gay, I’m not gonna let it go.” He joked, desperately trying to lighten the rapidly inclining tension. “Shut up.” Was all the other mumbled before connecting their lips.

Hesitance was deeply held in Sam’s body language, seeping into the timid kiss. It was a glorified peck, after all. After a few short seconds, the younger pulled away, shaking hands pressed against his partner’s shoulders to aid him. Even after such a short kiss he was panting. “That was barely a kiss.” (Y/n) chortled at the anxious man before him, looking up at unsure eyes. “What do you mean? Of course that was a kiss!” Sam became defensive after the prodding comment, insecure in his skills with a man. “I’ll show you what I mean.” The malicious grin on his face did nothing to aid the fearful giant.

Plush lips mashed together forcefully and skillfully, leaving Sam reeling. His shaking muscles ceased, refocusing on the newly given task. Heaving bodies pressed against each other, the smaller grasping to get a firm handhold. Each breath was hot and loud, quiet groans trailing through Sam’s throat. Soft hands held his hips as they experimented, eventually (Y/n) ended up on top of his untrained partner. Skilled hips ground into those below him, releasing a shocked moan from his interest. A chuckle sounded from between them, leading to harsher and faster grinding. Sam cried once more, breaking the kiss to throw his head back. The friction was new, the feeling of another dick rubbing against his hadn’t been felt yet. Even with that fact, it was so good after a long time of getting no action. Though it left him wanting more, he wanted to feel the warmth of bare skin against his, he wanted to touch (Y/n) where he’s never touched before. Every bone in his body longed to know what this new and exciting moment would feel like. His eagerness showed through his actions, wandering hands tracing along defined muscles. Soft fingers grazed his sides as they firmly pressed into the skin. Nails dug into the soft skin, leaving red in their wake. A sharp breath caught Sam’s attention, most likely a result of his previous action. It was definitely strange to feel such a broad frame under his hands rather than a dainty one. Even so, it was very pleasant.

“We just gonna do the dance or d’you actually wanna do this?” (Y/n)’s breath was ragged as he spoke, his excitement peeking through the ruse of being the ‘more experienced’ one. “What?” A few seconds pass “Oh! Yeah, yeah I’m down to do it.” An awkward smile plastered itself to the younger Winchester’s face, the cute reaction led the older to chuckle. “Top or Bottom? Wanna put out or put in?” Sam choked on air at the question, “Uh, top?” He tried to suppress his coughing to answer the patient man, who was very clearly entertained at his unpracticed counterpart. “Alright.” (Y/n) pat him on the thigh, rising from his place on Sam’s lap to scour through his bag. Hell’s he doing? The younger stared at him, lost on why he all of a sudden needed something. Clearly he’d never been with a man, the confusion alone made it obvious. He could feel soft hazel eyes staring at his slouched form. “I’m cleaning myself up.” The vague reply gave no clear answer, but it did give an excuse. A small brown bag held all of the necessities to back door exploration.

It required the patience of a Saint for Sam to wait that 14 minutes. After his much needed time to clean up, (Y/n) waltzed out of the bathroom, only in his hoodie and plaid boxers. He never wore shorts but he looked excellent in just boxers. “Lesson one, gotta clean your junk before you put a dick in it.” He tossed the small bag onto an end table haphazardly, he was too focused on his prey to care where it landed. “Lessons two, foreplay works wonders.” Placing himself back into Sam’s lap, he guided him to lay down on the rigid mattress. The younger was confused but followed along. He trusted (Y/n). No words were spoken for a long moment, just soft and unrushed kisses. It was easy to see that the older wanted to give Sam the time he needed to really think about his choice, also taking the time so he wouldn’t be scared away. Soft hands lightly trailed their way up the younger’s torso, causing an almost ripple effect in his muscles. The feather-light touches seemed to get to Sam, egging (Y/n) on to do it more. Each shudder that wracked through him, a small moan escaped with it. Such a small sound did such big things to the older man. It was hard to keep his dick in his boxers when he crooned like that.

“You’re so docile.” The older offhandedly commented while peppering kisses down Sam’s neck. “That an insult?” The younger sounded winded. It was clear that (Y/n)’s ministrations were getting to him, physically and mentally. “Nah, jus’ a comment.” With that he yanked off his thick hoodie, tossing the hunk of fabric to be forgotten. His lean frame was exposed, soft lines traced his well built lats and abs. Everything about his frame was soft but still slightly toned. Sam was practically drooling. A tender hand reached to grasp (Y/n)’s waist, lightly brushing against the newly exposed skin. “You’re so…” He trailed off as he was unable to find the words. “You’re really hot.” Were the final words he landed on. A chuckle erupted from the older’s chest, his body bouncing with each laugh. “You are too, Winchester. Let’s see that bod.”

Much harsher hands pulled on Sam’s shirt. The flimsy fabric was easy to manipulate and pull away from his body. It was expected that he would be built, sure. (Y/n) had no idea he’d be this buff. His pecs were defined, as were his abs and v-line. Everything looked almost airbrushed. “Holy shit. Yeah, I can see why you’re a pussy magnet. Sweet, docile and built? Sounds like a great deal.” His words slipped through his near feral grin. This man was hot. He couldn’t keep himself under wraps anymore, he was goin in. Desperate lips pressed against Sam’s warm skin. Each kiss left small splotches of pink, soon red as he began to nip at the flesh. Sam was surprised at the sudden change of pace, the whole ‘screwing a man’ thing was still new to him. Feeling freshly shaved stubble scratch against his pelvis was a little alarming. Though he wouldn’t lie to himself, the attention made his dick twitch. Hot breath fanned out against the bulge in his tented jeans. “Hard jus’ from me kissin’ you huh?” A wry giggle puffed onto the denim.

Nimble hands worked his belt and button in an instant, almost freeing Sam’s confined cock. It was exciting, seeing this new side of his travel partner. Plus, he’d be getting fucked. Win-win. Tension was killing the younger man as his hips pressed against (Y/n)’s hands. He needed to be touched. “Calm down, sweetheart. I’ll get to that in a second.” His buttery voice soothed Sam’s nerves a little. Trust. Remember to trust him, he reminded himself. A teasing finger dragged down the denim clad bulge, evoking a jolt from the other. “Okay, I’ll stop fucking with you.” After too long, the zipper was finally pulled down. Constricting jeans were removed from his rapidly overheating body and tossed away. Sam felt significantly more naked than his older counterpart. Though it was most likely cause he was new to fucking a dude. “Damn, you’re probably pretty big, huh sweetheart?” He bit his lip and looked down to the tent in Sam’s boxers. The new nickname did nothing to help the younger stay calm, who would’ve thought such a feminine nickname would give him butterflies? “I’d like to think so.” His words were tense, each breath was short and constrained. It took everything in his power to stay calm during (Y/n)’s teasing. Delicate hands groped Sam’s thighs as he leaned in towards his current target. His legs were quivering, though neither could tell if it was from fear or horniness. The older left a soft kiss on Sam’s bulge, then another and another. Eventually he popped the button on his boxers and freed the confined flesh. “Goddamn.” Wide eyes stared at the considerably large cock in front of him, his expression almost concerned. It’s been a little while since he’d bottomed. Consciously he knew it would fit, he was just a little worried about the process. Shaking away his doubts he got to work on finally satisfying the younger.

Sam jerked at the sudden heat on his cock, soon reveling in the warmth of his partner’s mouth. Holy shit, this was happening. Quivering muscles finally began to relax. The delicious suction he felt left him gasping on the rigid motel bed, gripping the thin blankets. (Y/n) had the mouth of a champ. Within moments of starting the blowjob, he was already able to make his way down the length steadily. The younger was mumbling praises under his breath while gripping the thin fabric in a white-knuckle grip. His toes curled and his legs tensed, he was trying to be quiet. He wasn’t sure why. Every breath was sharp, usually having a noise follow suit. The feeling of (Y/n)’s mouth was sending him teetering on the edge at a concerning rate. “(N/n), I’m not sure I can last…” His voice came out as a tense groan. It was a little difficult to talk after finally getting some action, especially when it was this good of head. The older pulled off with a subtle pop, a shit eating grin adorned his face. “That was fast. I hope that’s just a one time thing, Sammy.” His hand lingered on the sensitive area, causing Sam to shiver. A chuckle resonated in (Y/n)’s chest. “Think you’re ready for the real deal, sweetheart?”

The younger nodded skittishly, his eyes peered up at the man above him sweetly. No one could say no to those precious eyes. It was definitely strange, doing such a deed with the ‘innocent’ man. Obviously he wasn’t totally innocent, it was no secret. Just how he looked up at him, totally exposed and eagerly waiting for this new experience. It held such a strange innocence he couldn’t explain. “Then I’ll get to it.” He broke out of his monologue to readjust. This man was about to get the riding of his life. Dexterous hands guided Sam’s cock to meet the older’s entrance. (Y/n) was still a tad nervous, his size made him a little antsy. Nevertheless he lowered onto the obstruction. He seethed at the stinging stretch, while below him Sam tossed his head back with a forced exhale. After a few moments he finally bottomed out, rolling his hips to get familiar with the almost forgotten feeling. Large hands settled on his hips anxiously, like if he held on too tight he’d break his partner. “Don’t be shy, sweetheart, I’m not made of glass. We both know that though, huh?” A wry laugh passed his lips as he slowly began to bounce. The starting rhythm was experimental. He wanted to gauge how Sam would react, that’s basically what he’s been doing the whole time. The younger was unfazed by the new rhythm. Each bounce had his hips pumping upwards to meet his partner’s. Once the older thought Sam could deal, the real rhythm began.

Hard and fast was the pace he set. The jarring difference startled the younger. His hands gripped (Y/n)’s hips bruisingly, looking for something to hold on to. “There we go, you almost look like you’re struggling!” A menacing grin resided on his face, he thought it was cute how Sam would grapple with his own instincts. He wasn’t a virgin obviously, but it had been a while and it was now with a skilled, older man. The brutal pace left him gasping for air and clinging to his partner for dear life. The tell-tale pull behind his naval made itself known after a little while. “(Y/n) I can’t! I’m so close!” He called out as his back arched off the bed. Another wry laugh left the older, he cranked up the pace to as fast as he could go. He wanted to leave Sam reeling. “Fuck!” He cried as he sat up and clutched the older in his arms, hips pistoning up to finally feel that sweet release. String after string of cum shot into his partner, both heaving and tired after the exerting deed. Sam flopped back onto the ratty mattress. “Holy shit.” He laughed tensely as (Y/n) pulled off his fatigued partner. A few minutes passed and the older returned with two warm rags, taking one and wiping himself off and the other to lend his younger counterpart. “So, what’s the result?” Confidence was dripping in his tone, that same smirk sitting comfortably on his face. His lethargic partner looked up and laughed. “It was great. 10/10, would do again.” Now he was the one to smirk, handing the rag to the older. “Wait, you’re still standing?”

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A Distance

SPN Fic

Dean x Male!Reader

Summary: The trio of the two Winchesters + Reader almost die on a hunt gone wrong, Sam gets a big owie, reader also has big owie but says nothing, angst ensues

CW: Angst, Near Death, Arguing, wholesomeness at the end dw

Word Count: 2k

It was dark, nerves were high, flashlights stopped working. Everything was rapidly going downhill and now the two oldest men couldn’t find Sam. What was supposed to be a normal hunt proved to be more than the three bargained for when the spirit turned out to be a demon. Things got complicated quickly and Sam was the result. “We need to find Sam and get the hell out of here. We’ll come back tomorrow or something.” (Y/n) whispered to a very tense Dean. Meanwhile he smacked his flashlight in hopes it would work. “We can’t just leave the job unfini-“ “The hell we won’t.” He trudged forwards with his dim light. Hoping Dean would follow, he scoured for the massive man. Begrudgingly the oldest followed suit, if looks could kill, he would be a murderer.

The two searched the confined area, crouching with their backs rubbing against the old wood. Gruff voices called for Sam, trying to be quiet so they aren’t heard again. After many minutes and lots of frustration, he’s found in horrible shape. Blood seeped through his jacket along with the knee of his pants. The deep crimson immediately set alarms in both of the olders’ heads. Big brother mode was on. “Sam!” Dean called, scrambling to get to his wounded brother. “Hey Dean.” The younger was hoarse, his voice hardly audible. The situation just went from bad to horrendous. By the looks of it the youngest’s knee was busted and his arm had a deep gash. Other scratches or bruises were overlooked as the two frantically tried to aid the largest wounds.

His artery was severed, the brachial artery was currently dumping out blood by the gallon. “Holy shit, okay.” (Y/n) breathed out the words, his eyes wide and clearly swamped with fear. Quickly rummaging through his saddle bag he pulled out gauze and bandages, hoping to slow the bleeding. “We need to sew this shit up and slow the bleeding. He needs a hospital like now.” The whisper was harsh, his hands fumbled with the bandage roll as Dean pulled out stitching materials. Dexterous hands made quick work of the stitching, but the blood just would not stop. Gently applying gauze and wrapping him up in bandages, (Y/n) tried his best to hurry. Every bone in his body was practically vibrating with anxiety as he wasn’t exactly well either.

Dean found him sprawled out on the dirt ground, unconscious. “(N/n). (N/n)!” His voice came out as a raspy grunt. Each shove or slap didn’t seem to work, neither would calling for him. “(Y/n)! Get the hell up!” Dean ended up punching him in the arm, waking the other up with a start. “Christ. Don’t hit so hard, you ass.” He growled while sitting up. Everything was blurry, and concerningly dark. Where was he? Last he remembered they’d just seen the spirit and went after it. Now he’s here? “Get up. We need to find Sammy.” The dismissal in his tone was clear as day, his slumped form was crouched. Great. They were in a basement.

Once he finally got to his feet he had to hunch over painfully. A sharp pain shot through his side, toppling him to the ground. “Ya alright?” Dean called back to him worriedly. “M’ Fine. Just excellent.” The other groaned back. He must have hit something on the way down. Softly, he touched the offending side, pulling his hand back to reveal deep crimson blood. Even better. He shed his zip-up to wrap around his waist. The fabric added needed pressure to the gash. It also really fucking hurt. A seething breath left him as he tightened the sleeves, deciding to move forward to find the other brother.

After addressing the most worrisome gashes, the two hooked their arms under the wounded man. “I gotcha.” Dean mumbled, trying to give some semblance of comfort to his younger brother. (Y/n) was too busy trying to balance the hulking man as well as keep himself upright. The deep tear in his side started to get to him, gradually getting more and more painful. Any move he made stung. Each step was like getting prodded with a sword. Eventually they made it to the surface and plopped Sam onto the decrepit floor. “Call Bobby. I’ll drag him to the car.” (Y/n) groaned while he leaned to pick up the younger once more. “I’ll help you.”

The air in the ER was stagnant. Each inhale felt like sniffing plastic, and both of the older men despised it. They both sat in opposing chairs, both violently uncomfortable in their own respects. (Y/n) was still writhing in pain while Dean just hated the stupid chairs. They made his ass numb. “I hope they fix him up soon, I should really apologize for our shit stitches.” He tried to joke, his laugh coming out forced and clearly strained. “You sure you’re okay?” Dean ignored the pathetic attempt at humor and chose to check his friend’s wellness instead. The check-in was denied. “Yeah, yeah I’m fine dude.” He waved off his worried ally, lying through his teeth. He knew they’d be pissed about it later, but why add more stress? “Mister Gabralt? He’s awake.” A short nurse stepped out of the previously silent room. When she opened the door, both men heard Sam whining about something. They looked at each other and chuckled, it surprisingly added much needed comfort to hear him complain.

The trio arrived at their motel, never being as happy as they were now to see the withered building. Rigid mattresses held necessary comfort to the brothers, while (Y/n) shuffled off to the bathroom. Shedding his long stained shirt and grimacing at the blood, he took a gander at the damage. His lower back had a laceration about the size of his hand with crusted blood decorating the outskirts of it. Red had never looked so ugly before. Hesitant hands moved to close the lesion with fishing line, the stiff material proved difficult to work with. Each puncture of the needle and each string of the line stung like hell. Stiff fishing line pressured the tender skin causing an uncomfortable feeling of tension.

The final loop was strung, tied and cut. He was fixed up. Satisfaction flooded through his body. Also pain but that could be ignored. Turning to face the door he was met with a pissed off Dean. “Holy shit! Don’t scare me like that.” A dry chuckle left him, the desperate attempt at cutting the tension was fruitless. “Uhm, is Sam holdin up okay?” No matter how long he looked away, he felt the oldest’s eyes glaring into his soul. “Why didn’t you tell me? We were literally at a hospital! They could’ve fixed you properly!” His fury was obvious and valid. Any sane person would be upset about someone hiding pain from them. Though Dean didn’t know (Y/n)’s side yet.

“You were already dealing with Sam getting badly hurt, and you too! There was no reason for me to add onto that. You two are stressed enough, I can take care of myself without you guys babying me.” The defensive man shoved past his older counterpart to reach his bag. He shoved his small medical pack into the distressed rucksack. “You don’t have a right to keep that from me! What if you bled out or had a punctured organ or something? What would we do?” The shouting was ceaseless, to him it really was unfair. It made him feel worse that one of his close friends would withhold his own pain to make him feel better.

“None of that happened! What ifs aren’t relevant right now.” Zipping up his bag violently, he plopped onto his designated couch. “I’m fine, Sam’s fine, you’re fine. We all turned out okay, Dean. Let it go.” His tone was hushed, almost submissive. It was clear he didn’t want to fight. Neither of them really did, they were tired and emotionally drained. None of that mattered. The conversation had to be had. “Let it go? My brother almost died, again. You got hurt, again. This is a cycle!” Pain reverberated in his voice. No matter what the other thought, it pained the older Winchester that he was lied to. That’s what it was, he was lied to, straight to his face. “We’re fine now.” (Y/n) wasn’t even paying the argument any mind, he was so tired. He just wanted to sleep.

Morning was tense. The oldest pair didn’t sleep much, having fought back and forth a majority of the night. Dean couldn’t sleep at all. The guilt and anger he felt about the whole situation ate at him until the wee hours of the morning. In his mind it was his duty to care for his brother and his long-time friend. His, and his alone. No matter what (Y/n) said nothing could change that. Meanwhile Sam slept like a baby. The painkillers they gave him had him sleeping like the dead. Eleven in the morning was the time he woke up, while his older counterparts woke up at eight.

“Finally you’re awake. Your food’s cold.” Dean grumbled without even looking up at his brother. He remained seated at the small table with long cooled coffee before him. Deep purple covered his under eye. Stiff muscles had him stuck in his slouched position over his book, it was obvious he hadn’t read a page in a while. Green eyes held exhaustion and muddled emotions within them. “You look dead.” Sam chortled, earning him a glare from the oldest brother. “Right back atcha.” The rebuttal was barely even a breath. Each blink was slow and forced, clearly having difficulty being kept open. “You didn’t sleep at all, did you?” The question was muffled by his mouthful of cold breakfast food. His expression and tone was genuine, sure. It was just hard to take him seriously as he shoveled the hours old food into his mouth like a starved animal. “Nope.” The older grimaced at the younger’s messiness, immediately retracting said expression when he realized the hypocrisy. “Where’s (Y/n)?” A long, jarring pause rested between the duo.

“I don’t know.”

Heavy rain thudded against the cracked sidewalk. The sheets of water did nothing to stop (Y/n) from reaching his destination. Loose change rattled in his pockets with each fierce step. He was a man with a purpose, and that purpose was to make an apology pie. While he thought keeping his wounds to himself was helpful, how terribly wrong he was made him insanely guilty. So he decided to pick baking back up. Forever ago his sister taught him, but he’d long stopped the hobby. The quarrel he’d just had with his best friend proved to change that. What seemed like hours passed as he came up to the small grocery store. Automatic doors opened to reveal the aisles and aisles of items. It’d been a while since he’d been inside a full grocery store. The clerk greeted him but went ignored by the sopping wet, lumbering man. He had tunnel vision. Just get pie ingredients. That’s all. Row by row he collected the needed factors for an apple pie, he had a plan. Get the ingredients, call them and tell them where there’s an alleged vengeful spirit, return to the motel and bake the pie. Flawless plan.

The plan did not work, in fact it was a disaster. All of his ingredients got soaked in the rain. His phone died. The rain never stopped, leaving him literally dripping wet. Not to mention he was now humiliated and defeated. Violently throwing open the door, he greeted his flatmates. The pair looked at him wide-eyed. “The hell happened to you? What’s in the bag?” Dean prodded at the obviously disgruntled man. “Went shopping. It started to rain.” He murmured flatly while peeling off the wet layers of fabric. In the process he dropped the plastic bag containing the fixings for his forgotten pie. Sam got up to grab (Y/n) clean clothes, while the older rummaged through the bag like a mischievous child. Once he changed out of the sopping wet clothes, he faced the scavenging Dean. “Was gonna make you a pie. Shit got all wet.” He truly sounded defeated, the fact that his try at an unspoken apology was ruined furthered the guilt he held. The oldest sighed dramatically while rocking on his heels. He stood to face his friend, sad eyes looking up at his. “It’s okay, we’ll go buy one. Just stop keeping shit from me.”

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snuff-loves-men · 2 years

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Artist’s Hands

SPN Fic

Dean x Male! Reader

Summary: Reader is an artist, draws Dean as practice, gay friendship

“Warnings”: Reader is a big dude, Sam is a little shit, Dean is lowkey a simp?, reader is also a massive simp

Word Count: 866

A pencil scribbled vigorously against the rough paper, each stroke of the lead was frantic and rushed. Gradually, each line grew darker and more methodical. (Y/n) loomed over his small book, scribbling away. He’d been trying to get this damn mouth right for the past 45 minutes, his frustration growing evident.

A knock sounded at his door, startling the large man. “Uh, come in.” He readjusted on his bed, focusing once more on his drawing. The door squealed, a lumbering Sam behind it. “Hey (N/n), you’ve been in here all day. You alright?” The gentle giant queeried, his eyes were soft as he looked at his seated friend. “Yeah, jus’ haven’t been able to get this drawing right. S’ frustrating.” He grumbled, sketchbook tilted toward himself.

Was he, hiding it? “What’re you even drawing? Plant, Animal, Person, what?” Sam leaned forward, trying to get a glimpse of the graphite scribbles. “Just, a person.” (Y/n) leaned back, prompting the younger Winchester to live up to the family name. Mischief. Sam snatched the sketchbook from his friend’s hands, pushing him away and peaking at the art. It was Dean?

“Give that back, Winchester!” The shorter tackled the thief, ripping the book from his hands. “Why are you drawing-“ (Y/n) covered his mouth. A red hue covered his cheeks and ears, along side an enraged expression. Artist etiquette, don’t take their book. “What’s it matter?” He released the mischievous little brother, leaving him with a confused look. “I needed a reference.”

The bunker was quiet, it was late. Everyone was off doing their own things, and (Y/n) was still stuck on his drawing. It was almost unsalvageable from the smudging and eraser marks. Yet he didn’t want to give up. With a grunt, he tossed the flimsy book. “Fuck!” He shouted, laying back against his mattress. “What’re we yelling at?” A familiar voice spoke, the eldest Winchester this time. “Stupid art.” (Y/n) groaned. Dean chuckled at his friend’s disdain. “It’s really eatin’ at you that bad? Lemme see.” He leaned down to grab the book, immediately triggering the other’s artist instincts.

“Put that down!” He lunged at the older man, but he was too late. Dean had moved out of the way and already saw the drawing. “S’ this, me?” His voice was quiet and confused. The pages flipped, as gentle fingers turned them. Eyes scanned each, slightly smudged, piece. The care and effort put into each line was evident, (Y/n) was passionate. He almost always had the tattered book, jotting down notes or sketches of creatures they would encounter. He was like an encyclopedia. The knowledge held within just one of his books was impressive. “I’ve never really seen your actual drawings.” Dean confessed, looking up to see (Y/n)’s worried eyes. “These look great, man.” The older smiled, his expression held nothing but admiration for his companion. “Well, then can I ask for a favor?”

“Explain to me again why I have to just sit here while you stare at my face?” Dean griped. He hadn’t expected to be put to such a boring job, all for a stupid favor. “It’s not that hard to understand, just sit still so I can draw you.” A soft yellow lamp illuminated (Y/n)’s model, casting well defined shadows. The artist had to get better at shading somehow, and this was it.

“Why me?” Dean grumbled to himself. He so badly wanted to fidget, to pick at his hands or bite the dead skin off his lips. Not moving was surprisingly difficult. All that could be heard between the two was quiet breathing and scribbling. Each gentle scratch of the pencil leaving a soft line, bringing the drawing together. Finally, an end product he was happy with. (Y/n) had totally restarted his piece, now having a solid reference and all.

For a while, he couldn’t help but stare at his model. Each and every little detail he could see about Dean was tossed into the drawing. Each freckle or scar, each stray piece of hair. He wanted it to be perfect. The whole of the oldest Winchester had to be caught in this piece. At least, that’s what he told himself. “We almost done there, (N/n)?” The artist was pulled from his trance, wide eyes looked at Dean’s. “Oh, yeah almost, sorry.”

He scratched down some final touches, reluctantly turning the book to face his model. “Holy shit.” The older whispered. The book was placed in his hands, gently gripping the book. He was delicate, like it would shatter if he put too much pressure. It was him. It felt like all of Dean’s soul was captured, just from a quick piece. Even if it was messy, it held his smallest features. The shading was soft and planned, well blended too. The oldest Winchester was no artist, but he could appreciate talent.

“Dude, your skill is insane. It’s like a shitty picture.” Dean tried to compliment, earning him a laugh. “Thanks? I think?” (Y/n) smiled, his excitement radiated, glad that he captured Dean’s beauty. “I had to do a good job, do you justice.” He reached for the book, having it reluctantly handed back. “Justice?” The model asked.

“You’re too pretty to make a bad drawing of, Winchester.”

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