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The Only Real Goodbye Is Death - Chapter One

Pairing: None (yet)

Warnings: kidnapping

Word Count: 1,281

Your head was pounding with the aftermath of last night. Bright sunshine streaked onto your face through the gap in the curtains of the cheap motel room, where your drunken self had failed to fully close them. Cursing yourself, you pushed yourself up onto your forearms and stretched across to the curtains, yanking them shut. Dizzy and defeated, you collapsed back onto the bed, immediately swallowed back into unconsciousness.

The slam of your motel door crashing open jolted you awake with a panic. Your hand immediately flung underneath your pillow and shivers ran down your spine when you felt nothing but emptiness. You lifted your head to see two men at the foot of your bed, and a third blocking the doorway. Out of the corner of your eye, you caught a glimpse of your gun on top of the pile of yesterday's clothes on the floor, instead of under your pillow where it should have been - your drunken self had fucked you over yet again.

"Who the fuck are you?" You growled, desperately scanning your peripheral vision for anything within reach that could be used as a weapon.

"Heh, bitch has bite," chuckled the man at the door. He was the biggest of the three, his body almost taking up the whole doorframe.

One of the other men rounded to the side of your bed, approaching you but still keeping a distance. He didn't appear to have noticed the gun, but just as your luck would have it, he had positioned himself between it and you.

"Our beef isn't with you," he said calmly, but firmly. "But unfortunately you are the key to what we need."

You narrowed your eyes at the man, pushing yourself back against the headboard, trying to create as much distance between you as possibly. "What is that supposed to mean?"

He took a step towards you then. "I'm afraid that's not how this works, sweetheart," he said as you caught a glimpse of the second man at the end of your bed retrieving something from his back pocket.

You drew your fists up in front of you - preparing to fight, even though you knew you were outnumbered. "Don't you fucking touch-"

Electricity jolted through you as the second man aimed the taser gun at you and fired. The pain swallowed you into darkness.

You woke with a start when you rolled abruptly across the floor and smacked your head hard on metal. Trying to force your mind clear of the grogginess, you opened your eyes just as you violently rolled in the other direction, colliding with metal once again. You came to the quick realisation that you were laying in the back of a fast-moving van. With your wrists bound behind your back, you were unable to brace yourself from rolling. Looking around, the windows were completely blacked out, but a thin stream of light filtered through the gap between the seats of the front cab and the ceiling of the vehicle.

Heaving yourself up into a sitting position, you used your feet to push yourself backwards into the corner behind the driver's seat, wedging yourself in to keep as balanced and still as possible.

"Have you got the location?" The voice that drifted from the cab was familiar, and you filtered through your memory to identify it as the man from your room - the one who did most of the talking.

"It's just come through," grunted another voice. "We're not far, about 15 miles away."

The van rattled over some bumps in the road, dislodging you from your corner and sending you flying to the rear of the van, your shoulder colliding with the hard frame. A pained groan escaped you. As you looked towards the front of the van, you saw two beady eyes peering over the headrest, narrowing on you.

"She's awake." The eyes disappeared as the man turned back around in his seat.

"So what?" It was the driver's voice again. "She can't do any damage right now. Besides, we're nearly there."

The van came to a sharp halt, sending you reeling once more to the front of the van, slamming into the back of the cab. You could already feel the bruises starting to form on your body. You heard the cab doors open and the van rocked slightly as the men clambered out of the vehicle. For a moment you thought you were alone, but when you looked up at the gap above the seats, those beady eyes were staring down at you again. "I'm just here to make sure you keep quiet." The eyes disappeared once more, and seconds later the barrel of a revolver took their place.

“Clear?”

“Clear,” Sam responded as he rounded the corner and we came face-to-face at the front door, having swept the whole house for any stragglers.

“I guess that was the last of them, then,” I said with a satisfied sigh, wiping my blade clean of vampire blood on the curtains. Sam rolled his eyes at me, though I couldn’t understand why. The place had been home to vamps for at least 10 years, and there certainly wouldn’t be any new occupants anytime soon.

I clapped a hand on my brother’s shoulder. “Let’s go, Sammy. I’m dying to go to that burger joint before we leave town.”

Sam rolled his eyes. “We’ve already been there three times Dean, and we’ve only been here two days,” he muttered. He trudged after me as I opened the front door and headed out of the house - only to stop dead in my tracks. Sam nearly collided into me, but caught himself just in time.

Between us and Baby was a black transit van, with blacked-out windows. In front of the vehicle stood two large men, one about my height with broad shoulders, and one just a hair shorter - slimmer but still with visible muscle bulging beneath his t-shirt.

I immediately drew my gun from my belt, hearing the cock of Sam’s gun behind me as well. We were at least ten miles out from any civilisation - whatever these guys were here for, it was bad news.

“Now then, that’s not very welcoming,” said the taller guy, raising his hands in the air. A moment later, he elbowed his partner, who followed suit. “We just want a chat, a negotiation.”

My eyes narrowed. “Negotiation? I don’t even know you. What could you possibly have that I want?”

“And what do we have that you want?” Sam followed up instantly, just as cautious.

The taller man lowered his hands, taking a couple of casual steps forward until I cocked my gun and he stopped. “Well, to answer your second question. You have a particular weapon that we need.”

I kept my gun trained on him, not allowing myself to falter. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I bluffed.

The second man chuckled - a laugh without humour - as his partner sighed with disappointment.

“Look we can argue for as long as you want about whether or not you have the Colt,” he said calmly. “But the longer you take, you won’t be doing your friend any favours.”

I exchanged a quick look with Sam, who evidently shared my confusion.

“Well, I say ‘friend’,” he continued, flicking his fingers towards the other man, who rounded to the back of their vehicle. “It might be a little more than that.”

My mind started reeling with confusion as the doors to the van were opened, and immediately I could hear distressed struggles and shouting from within. The man leaned in and by the scruff of her neck, he dragged out...

“Y/N.”

Chapter Two (Coming Soon)

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Surprise My Baby Girl (One-shot)

Pairing: Dom!Dean x Reader

Warnings: smut, use of restraints, dom/sub dynamic, light choking

Word Count: 2,333

“I miss you, baby,” you breathed down the phone.

“I miss you too, sweetheart,” Dean murmured. “I’ll be home soon. Just a couple more days.”

“Dean,” you started, but you stopped yourself, biting your lip.

“What’s up, baby girl?”

“When you get home-” you paused, daring yourself to finish your sentence. Dean hummed softly at the other end of the line, encouraging you to go on. “I want to try something. I want to be your sub.”

The sharp intake of breath you heard in your ear made you panic. You had been wanting to try this with Dean for a few months now, but had been scared about his reaction. What if he wasn’t into it? Would he think less of you? Your throat was beginning to constrict until his velvet voice hummed in your ear. “That can definitely be arranged, sweetheart.” You exhaled in relief, a smile on your lips. “Just be ready for what you’re signing up to.”

When you returned to the bunker, you were hot and sweaty from adrenaline and excitement. Since you’d moved in with the Winchesters four years ago, you hardly ever hunted solo anymore. The brothers were hunting a vampire nest over in Montana, but you decided to sit this one out, noticing that the boys didn’t get much time alone together these days. They would never say anything to you, of course, but you knew how close they were, how much they valued being able to kick back together. Even when you started dating Dean almost a year ago, you made a conscious promise to yourself that you would give the brothers the time they needed together as siblings. That relationship had always been important to them, and your presence in the bunker and in their lives shouldn’t change that.

The day after they left, you got a call from Bobby with suspicions of a haunting a couple of towns over from the bunker. You were more than happy to accept the case, excited for a chance to spread your wings a little without the ever-worried eyes of the Winchesters watching your every move. Once the bones were successfully salted and burned, the McKinnon family - who had been the unknowing hosts to this particular ghost since they moved in a few months ago - were gushing with gratitude. You had to firmly reject the third piece of pie that they tried to offer you, but agreed to take a couple of slices home. They would make a nice welcome home surprise for Dean, after all.

With your duffel bag slung over one arm and carefully balancing the tub of pie with the other, you shoved the bunker door open, kicking it shut behind you. It was dark as you moved through the bunker, but by now you knew the place like the back of your hand. Setting the tub of pie down in the kitchen, you made your way to yours and Dean’s bedroom.

As you entered the room, you chucked your duffel bag into the corner as you went to switch on the light. The second your finger touched the switch, suddenly- “Hello, sweetheart.” The voice made you jump out of your skin as you hurled around to see Dean sitting on the end of the bed, looking handsome as ever in a dark suit.

“Dean!” You sighed, catching your breath. “You scared the life out of me.”

That familiar smirk appeared on his beautiful lips. “Thought I would surprise my baby girl,” he hummed as you began to approach him.

“What about the case?”

Dean shrugged. “Nothin’ Sammy can’t handle. Besides,” he fisted the hem of your t-shirt, tugging you sharply towards him so that you stood between his legs. “After our little phone call last night, did you really think I would be able to focus on a hunt?” Heat rose in your cheeks and you suddenly felt flustered. Dean’s emerald eyes were calm and collected, never leaving yours. “Do you still want to do this, sweetheart?” You nodded your head, perhaps too vigorously, and Dean chuckled at you. “That’s my girl.”

Heat pooled in your abdomen at his words, goosebumps flittering across your skin. Dean’s calloused fingers dipped under your t-shirt, smoothing along your waist before gripping around your hips. Nudging your t-shirt up with his nose, he kissed your stomach lightly. “What’s your safe word, baby?” He murmured against your skin.

The question caught you off-guard, too distracted by the electric current that was sizzling through your veins at his touch. Your eyes darted around the room desperately until they fell upon the navy blue bedsheets. “Blue,” you whispered the first word that entered your head.

“Good girl,” he growled. His grip on your hips tightened and he stood up suddenly, picking you up with him. Instinct taking over, your legs wrapped around his waist as he buried his face into your neck, sucking and biting your flesh. He wrapped one arm around your waist, with the other grappling desperately at your t-shirt. “Take this off,” he demanded, and you obeyed instantly. Once it was off, Dean yanked the right cup of your bra down and took your nipple in his mouth. Your head tipped back, a moan escaping your lips, as his tongue flickered over your sensitive bud.

“Dean,” you moaned. He stopped and with his free hand, he grabbed your jaw, tilting your head down to look at him.

“Sir,” he snarled, setting another wave of electricity through you.

“Yes, Sir,” you breathed. He lowered you to the ground then, taking a seat back on the edge of the bed. You began to approach him, desperate for his touch, but he raised a finger, silently ordering you to stop.

“Strip.” You felt a giddiness coursing through you as you tugged your jeans and panties down and stepped out of them. Your bra came off last, and you stood there naked under his intense gaze. For a moment he did nothing, just dragging his eyes over you as his tongue snaked across his lower lip. Then, with the same finger he stopped you with, he beckoned you to approach until you were in between his legs again. “What a pretty little thing you are,” he murmured before sucking his finger into his mouth, then rubbing it gently over your mound. “Already so wet for me.” His finger plunged into you then, taking you by such surprise that you almost buckled, but you just about held yourself up. Using his finger inside you as an anchor, he dragged you towards him, wrapping his lips back around your nipple.

Sizzling sensations were flooding through you now, lust-filled moans dripping from your lips. A second finger slipped inside of you and then he was pumping hard into you. Before you even felt your coil tightening, it snapped and you tipped over the edge, gripping onto Dean’s shoulders for balance.

Dean chuckled as he brought his fingers to his lips, licking your juices. “Turn around, princess.” Princess. That was a new one, and your body responded to it instantly, your insides clenching tight. You did as you were told and spun around so that you were facing away from him. You felt him stand up behind you before hearing the unmistakable sound of his belt being removed from his trousers. Dean pulled your hands together behind your back and you felt the cool leather wrapping around your wrists, binding them together. With a final tug as he tightened the belt, you felt his breath on your ear, the soft fabric of his suit smoothing against your ass. You could distinctly feel his cock hardening, pressing against your flesh.

One hand slithered up your body before nestling at the back of your head. Fisting your hair tightly, he yanked your head back, exposing your neck to him. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he murmured, his lips ghosting across your neck as he spoke. His free hand danced along your waist, settling on your abdomen. You could feel the faint presence of his fingers on your cunt, but not quite touching, not satisfying the ache that burned deep within you.

“Please, Dean,” you begged, whining with desperate need. But his fingers disappeared and you heard a disappointed tutting in your ear as you realised your mistake.

“What a shame, sweetheart,” he said icily. He sat back down on the bed and tugged you backwards by your bound wrists. Positioning you to one side of him, he grabbed your arm roughly and bent you over his knees. “When I give you an instruction, I expect to only have to give it once.”

His hand smoothed over the curve of your ass, preparing you for what you knew was coming. “I’m sorry, Sir,” you whimpered, trying to ready yourself. His hand left your skin and for a torturous amount of time nothing happened. Just as you were beginning to shake with anticipation, his palm collided harshly with your skin, the sound rocketing around the room. With each hard smack against your flesh, you felt yourself getting wetter until you were eventually dripping down your leg. Dean’s hand paused momentarily to brush over your folds, of course noticing this delightful revelation.

“I guess this isn’t serving as a punishment, is it, princess?” He said with a groan. “Is that all it takes to turn you on? Just my touch, even when it’s causing you pain?”

“Yes, Sir,” you breathed, wincing as another spank landed fiercely on your backside, which was now aching profusely and you could feel it was beginning to bruise. Dean’s left hand wrapped around your jaw and pulled you up, guiding you onto your knees as he brought your face to meet his.

His piercing green eyes bore into yours before his tongue darted out and swiped across your lower lip. His other hand ran down your body, kneading at your flesh before settling on your ass and squeezing your cheek tightly. He pulled his face back, simply watching you with a smirk as he held you helplessly in his grip. Eventually he released your ass, freeing up his hand to tug at his tie, expertly removing it with one hand. Once it was off, he planted a deep kiss on your lips before wrapping the tie around your neck, tying it so that it held a breathable, but firm grip on your throat. Suddenly he was lifting you off the floor and you were thrown onto the bed on your stomach.

“On my way here, I did get you a little present, baby girl,” he hummed from behind you. “But just remember, any naughty behaviour and it will be taken away.”

“I’ll be good, Sir,” you said excitedly, feeling butterflies in your stomach from anticipation. You heard him pattering around behind you, resisting the temptation to crane your head and watch him in fear that your surprise would be taken away.

It wasn’t long until you felt Dean’s large hands on your thighs, spreading your legs apart. Soft kisses were planted on the inside of your thighs, relaxing your muscles, which were otherwise tense from excited anticipation. Just as you felt yourself sinking pleasantly into the bed, you felt a cool length enter you, making you jump and squeal. A deep moan fell from your lips as your cunt was filled. You felt Dean move up the bed, covering you with his body but not missing a beat as he continued to gently guide the object in and out of you. “You enjoying that, baby girl?” He whispered in your ear. You nodded and opened your mouth to respond when suddenly the vibrations began, rumbling deep in your abdomen. You yelped in surprise, hearing Dean chuckle above you. “What was that, princess? I didn’t catch that.”

“Oh,” was all you could manage. Dean was now fucking you deeply with the vibrator, withdrawing it almost completely before thrusting it back in. The pace was fast, relentless and delicious.

You soon felt yourself teetering on the edge of your orgasm, when suddenly you felt a tug of the tie around your neck, pulling you backwards and the vibrator just that little bit deeper into you. You let out a scream as you came, whilst Dean remained unrelenting on your dripping pussy, immediately bridging you into another climax.

Dizzy spells were starting to take over you just as the vibrator slipped out of you, a whimper tumbling from your lips. “I’ve got you, baby girl,” came Dean’s honey-like voice. He sealed his promise within seconds as he thrust himself into you, one hand snaking around your ribs and pulling you into him. “You okay there, gorgeous?”

“Mm,” you mumbled breathlessly. “More, Sir. Please.”

“With pleasure, princess.” In that moment, a switch seemed to flick and Dean was almost feral in his assault, pounding into you ruthlessly. Your throat began to constrict as you felt him tugging at the tie again, lifting your chest off the bed. With each harsh thrust, he nudged at your sweet spot. Between the lack of oxygen and the high of the impending orgasm, white spots began to appear in your vision.

The animalistic scream that ripped out of you as another orgasm shredded through you was all it took to tip Dean over his own edge with a growl, spilling his hot seed inside you. The two of you lay there, panting in a sweaty heap as you both came down from your high. Dean unbound your wrists first before slipping out of you, delicately placing a kiss in the crook of your neck.

You were far too exhausted to move, except for twisting your head slightly to meet Dean’s eye. “By the way,” you breathed with an exhausted sigh. “There’s pie in the kitchen.”

A grin spread across Dean’s face. “I’m pretty sure I’m suppose to reward you for good behaviour, princess. Besides,” his lips ghosted your shoulder. “No pie is as sweet as you.”

Dean tags: @akshi8278, @maniacproffesor

Divider credit: @firefly-graphics

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A Descent Into Insanity - Chapter Seven

Based on request by @sweetpotato-97

Note: the reader in a way is innocent and does not know that Dean is in love with them.

Pairing: Yandere!Dean x Reader

Additional characters: Sam, Bobby, Castiel

Warnings: Death

Word Count: 1,580

“You son of a bitch!” you screamed at Dean as you launched yourself at him, fist raised and ready to swing. Dean ducked out of the way of your punch just in time, and hooked an arm around your waist. He held you against him, your back pressed against his chest. His other arm wrapped around your torso, pinning your arms to your side. “Let go of me!”

Sam took a step towards you, but Dean tutted at him. “Nuh-uh, Sammy,” he hissed. “Take another step and I swear I’ll snap her neck. If I can’t have her, no-one can.”

“Then I guess no-one’s having me,” you growled as you slammed your heel onto his foot and just as he buckled, you drove your elbow into his crotch. He released you, winded, and you darted forward towards Sam, out of Dean’s reach.

As Dean began to gain his composure, he glared at you, shooting darts through his eyes. “You said we would be together,” he bellowed. “You said you were mine!”

“You fucking drugged me, Dean!” You screamed back at him. “Again! Since when is that your answer when someone doesn’t agree with you?”

Dean lunged at you, but Sam was ready for him and tackled him to the ground. Even Bobby darted in front of you, ready to act as the second line of defence. Cas came to Sam’s aid in restraining the elder Winchester whilst Bobby guided you away. You took several steps backwards but couldn’t take your eyes off the man who you had considered to be your brother until just a few days ago.

“How has this happened, Bobby?�� You whispered softly, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. “What happened to him?”

Bobby sighed as he watched over Sam and Cas, who had now been able to restrain Dean to a chair with rope. “I wish I knew,” the older man murmured. You could see in his eyes that he was struggling with the scene himself. After all, he was like a father to Dean and Sam, and to witness your child become a threat to his own family is difficult for any parent to process.

“I can’t stay.” The words broke the silence that had hung in the air for the last hour. You, Sam and Bobby had been sat around the kitchen table, while Cas kept an eye on Dean. Since you had all seated at the table, you’d all waited for someone to speak; for someone to find the right words.

Sam lifted his sad eyes to you. “Y/N-” he said gently, but you stopped him.

“No, Sam,” you insisted. “It’s the only way. You can’t kick Dean out, he’s still your brother. For whatever reason, he’s acting like this because of me. If I get as far away from him as possible, maybe he’ll forget about me.”

“You’re still family,” Sam argued. “We can find a way to sort this out.”

“And even if you did leave,” Bobby added. “There’s nothing to say he will forget you, that he won’t try and look for you. Obviously we’d do what we can, but we can’t exactly lock him up forever or keep him under 24-hour surveillance.”

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. “I’m sorry, but I just don’t feel safe around him anymore.” Your voice was beginning to crack as tears resurfaced. “And you’re right Bobby, we don’t know that he’ll forget about me.” You lifted your eyes to meet theirs, tears now rolling down your cheeks. “But I have a plan.”

Dean’s POV

“What is going on with you, Dean?” Cas asked for the fifth time. Still, I didn’t answer him, keeping my gaze fixated on the floor. All I could think about was Y/N. Where was she? I needed to see her. I needed to apologize for threatening her before. If I could just talk to her, I could make her understand. “Dean!”

“Shut up, Cas!” I growled. “I’m not talking to anyone except Y/N!”

Cas got in my face, gripping my shoulders tight. “Damn it, Dean, something is happening to you. You need to tell me what is going on.”

“Nothing is going on!” I roared. “I just. Want. Y/N!” I fought against the restraints so hard that I nearly tipped the chair over, but Cas kept me upright. I glared at the angel until he finally gave up and sat in the chair opposite me. We both sat there unmoving, in complete silence, as the hours ticked by.

There was no clock in the room so I had no sense of how long had passed, but it must have been hours - perhaps even half a day. Where was Y/N? What if she had left? My fists balled and my throat clenched at the thought. If she had left, where would she go? She didn’t have any family besides us, I wouldn’t even know where to start looking for her. Suddenly my bedroom door flung open, interrupting my thoughts. Sam marched in first, but he didn’t even look at me. His eyes immediately fell on Cas and beckoned him to step outside. Where was Y/N? I craned my head, but they closed the door behind them. I screamed at the closed door in frustration.

Only a few moments passed before they re-entered; Sam first, followed by Cas, then eventually she glided in. Maybe it was prolonged amount of time away from her, but she looked more dazzling than ever. “Y/N,” I breathed with relief. “I’m so glad you’re safe, that you’re here. I was getting so worried. Look, I’m so sorry about-”

“Listen, Dean,” she said firmly, folding her arms and addressing me in a stern tone as though I was a child. “Whatever this is needs to end. This isn’t normal. This isn’t healthy.”

“Y/N, please let me explain,” I rasped. “I’m sorry about earlier, truly I am. Please understand that I love you. I realise this kind of love I’m feeling is different, but that doesn’t make it any less real.” I was beginning to shake with panic now. I couldn’t lose her. Not now, not after everything. “Please, let me prove myself to you.”

Y/N sighed and shook her head, a forlorn look on her face. “It’s too late for that, Dean,” she mumbled in a small voice. “I’m sorry.”

She began to approach me then and for a split second I had hope that she still felt something for me. Then I saw her hand reach behind and reveal a knife from the waistband of her jeans. “Y/N, what are you doing?” Panic began to flood through me. I looked desperately to Sam who looked equally panicked.

“Y/N, wait!” Sam yelled and launched himself at her, tackling her from behind. They came crashing down to my feet in a cacophony of shouts and groans. Then came a distinctive sound. A horrific, abrupt grunt.

Time seemed to stop for a moment. The air was still, as if not a soul in that room was breathing. “Cas, release me right now!” I demanded, not taking my eyes off my brother at my feet. His large body completely covered Y/N, I couldn’t see her small frame until he shakily came to his feet. It was only then that my eyes adjusted to the pool of blood that was seeping from her body.

My heart stopped beating, my throat constricted. I couldn’t breathe. “No,” I rasped, collapsing to my knees. With shaking hands, I turned her body to reveal the dagger protruding from her chest. “NO!”

Your POV

“I’ll see you ‘round, Bobby,” you said thickly, trying desperately not to cry.

The older man gave you a sympathetic smile as he pulled you into a tight hug. “Gonna miss you, kid,” he said softly. “Don’t be afraid to check in every now and again.” Once he released you, he opened your car door and you bundled yourself into the driver’s seat, throwing your duffel bag into the passenger side. “Oh, and Y/N?” You looked up at Bobby. “Using a shapeshifter to fake your death? That’s a mighty smart move. You’re a bright kid - it’s almost scary sometimes. Although, I have to admit that having him bring the knife out on Dean was pretty risky.”

“I know, but if my death was in Dean’s defence, he can’t hold it against Sammy. He might be pissed to begin with, but he’ll understand eventually why Sam would come to his defence. It had to be an accident, otherwise Dean would find someone to blame, to hold a grudge against.”

Bobby shrugged with a grunt as he closed your car door. Winding down your window, you gave Bobby a fist-bump before you pulled away. You were less than a mile away from the Bunker when your phone pinged with a message; just one word from David: “Done.”

After you and the Winchesters had helped David find his brother’s killer a few years back, he had insisted that he owed you a favour, should you ever need it. Sam and Dean didn’t bother taking the guy’s number, but you did. You were never sure you would ever actually need it, but you figured it didn’t hurt to have a few tricks up your sleeve should the time ever come.

Heading nowhere in particular, you cranked up the volume of your radio and let the wind and the smell of gasoline sooth your worries as you drove into the sunset.

-FIN-

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Dean tags: @akshi8278, @maniacproffesor

Divider credit: @firefly-graphics

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A Wild Night

Having the opportunity for a night of fun with Dean and Sam Winchester, you would be a fool to say no. But do you really know what you’re in for?

Pairing: Demon!Dean x Reader x Soulless!Sam (no wincest)

Warnings: dub-con/drunken rough sex, threesome, penetration, oral (male and female receiving), deepthroating, bondage/use of ropes, anal

Word Count: 2,594

The club music pounded through your head as you swayed towards the bar, giddy from the several cocktails you had enjoyed with your friend. Her boyfriend had swung by to pick her up, but you were enjoying yourself too much to leave and assured her you would be fine as she left. Clutching onto the edge of the bar-top, you steadied yourself as you wobbled a little on your high heels. You peered around the corner of the bar, hoping to catch the eye of a bartender.

“You look like you’re enjoying yourself there, doll,” came a smooth voice from beside you. Even sitting down, you could tell the blonde-haired stranger was tall, and his emerald eyes bore into you as though they were looking directly into your soul. And God damn, he was hot.

“No one is enjoying life unless they go a little wild every now and then,” you giggled in return. Your attention was diverted by one of the bartenders coming over to take your order. “I’ll have another long island iced tea please, my good man,” you sang drunkenly.

The handsome stranger beside you smirked. “Put it on my tab, mate,” he said. Before you could argue, he added: “And we’ll have three shots of tequila alongside it.” The bartender disappeared before you could say a word.

“Three shots?” You questioned with a raised eyebrow. He didn’t appear to be sitting with anyone.

“One is for my brother,” the man said, his intense eyes back on you. “He’ll be back in a moment. The other one, my dear, is for you.”

“Excuse me, sir,” you said in mock-offense. “Are you trying to get me drunk?”

A coy smile appeared on his face. “I thought you wanted to go wild,” he teased. Then he leaned forward until you could feel his breath on your ear. “And if you call me ‘Sir’ again, I’ll show you a night more wild than your dreams.”

A delicious chill ran down your spine at his words. Before you could respond, the bartender returned with your cocktail and three shots. You picked up your cocktail and turned to the man who had bought it for you. “Thanks for the drink, um?”

“Dean,” he said, a wicked glint dancing in his eye. Another even taller man sat in the empty seat to your other side. “That’s Sam.”

You nodded to the new arrival, also very attractive in his own right, though there was something deliciously dangerous about the steeliness of his eyes. Whereas Dean had been more flirtatious, Sam appeared to be completely unashamed of dragging his eyes slowly over your body as if he was mentally undressing you. And honestly, it lit a fire within your belly.

Dean handed two of the shots to you and his brother before picking up the third one for himself. “So, Y/N,” he began coolly. “Just how wild do you want to get tonight?”

You smirked at him with a cheeky look in your eye. “I thought I’d see where the night takes me, handsome.” The three of you clinked your shot glasses together before knocking them back. You winced a little at the delightful burning sensation, and as you re-opened your eyes you could have sworn that for a split second, Dean’s eyes had flicked to black. But when you looked again, they were the same dazzling green they originally were. Maybe you were starting to reach your peak a little, but you never left a drink unfinished.

As you sipped your long island iced tea, Dean held the conversation with you, while Sam appeared to be the quieter one. He just sat there watching you, occasionally his eyes flickering to your drink, checking how much you had left. As you sucked the last drop down, you certainly felt a little woozy, but nothing you couldn’t handle.

“I think that’s me done,” you slurred, a hiccup emphasising the end of your sentence.

Dean rose from his seat, placing his hand firmly on the small of your back. “What do you say we get out of here, then? I’ve got a motel room a couple of blocks down.”

“Mhmm,” was all you could manage as he guided you out of the busy club.

When Dean led you inside the motel room, you were a little surprised to see the still-silent Sam follow you both into the room. You’d assumed he was bored from the lack of any contribution to yours and Dean’s conversations, but figured he was just the quiet, broody type. “Mm, two handsome men all to myself?” You giggled, losing your balance and falling onto your butt on the bed. “Lucky me.”

Dean approached you, a dark chuckle grumbling in his throat. “Lucky you indeed. And lucky us for finding our plaything for the night.” His fingers wrapped around your jaw as he leaned down for a bruising kiss, pushing you backwards to lay you flat on the bed. “Are you going to be a good little slut for me and my brother?”

You’d had your drunken hook-ups before, but nothing like this. Never a threesome. But you’d be lying if you’d said it hadn’t been a fantasy for some time now. And to have the opportunity with two drop-dead gorgeous men?

“Yes, Sir,” you purred, accentuating the title. The corner of Dean’s lips tugged into a coy grin. His free hand slid down to your thighs, groping them before yanking your dress up and exposing your lacy black thong.

“Well, look what we have here, Sammy,” Dean boasted, licking his lips as his fingers shoved the fabric aside and rubbed your wet folds. “She’s already so wet for us.” You mewled in response to his touch, slowly grinding your hips to create some movement.

You heard Sam grumble from the other side of the room, out of view. “Hurry up, Dean, you know foreplay bores me.”

Dean gripped your thighs and pushed you up the bed until your head was hanging off the other side. “Well there’s a perfectly good mouth there to keep you entertained while I have my fun.”

You squealed as you felt Dean’s fingers return to your cunt, this time pushing past your entrance. You heard Sam’s footsteps first as he rounded the bed, coming into view. He still maintained that cold, dark look in his eyes as he stared down at you. Shoving his jeans and boxers down, you felt a shiver of fear and excitement at the length that sprung free from its confinement. He was longer than anyone you’d been with and you were anxious as to whether you could take him.

Your internal debate was cut short as Dean rammed three fingers knuckle-deep inside you. The scream that escaped you gave Sam the perfect opportunity to thrust his length into your mouth and down your throat.

“You’ll want to focus for this, sweetheart,” Dean hummed as he twisted his fingers inside you, making you squirm. “My brother has a tendency to break the toys that bore him.” As if to prove his point, Sam began thrusting down your throat, as Dean’s hand tightened around your neck, holding you in place.

“Thankfully this bitch’s mouth has a better use than drunken babbling,” Sam sneered, watching you through calculating eyes. The way he looked at you ignited a masochistic pleasure inside you. You knew you had a degradation kink, you had even convinced an ex to try to dominate you in the bedroom, but he wasn’t a natural dominant so it just didn’t give you what you needed. This, however. You could see in Sam’s eyes that he didn’t give a shit about you. And you loved it. Your mind swimming with the alcohol, you let Sam continue to abuse your throat.

Dean seemed to notice you weren’t attempting to struggle so eventually released your neck, focusing on pummelling his digits into you, making you moan crudely on his brother’s cock. It was when he wrapped his lips around your clit that you really lost it, your body bucking and writhing like you were possessed. Your screams muffled around Sam’s large member as the orgasm hit you like a freight train. But as soon as you began to cum, Dean’s fingers left you, grinding your orgasm to a cold and abrupt halt.

“Oh dear, sweetheart,” Dean tutted, grabbing your throat as Sam ripped his cock out of your mouth. The green-eyed man pulled you up by the neck until you were face-to-face with him, his nose with millimetres from yours. “Did you ask for permission to cum, you little slut?” You sucked your bottom lip between your teeth, trying to make your eyes focus on Dean, but right now you were seeing duplicates of him as your vision blurred. A shake of the head was the best you could manage. Dean gripped your waist with one hand and flipped you over so that you were laying on your belly on the bed. He grabbed your wrists and pinned them together behind your back. “Perhaps I need to explain your role here, little one,” he whispered into your ear with a dangerous edge. “You are here for our pleasure alone. We will use you as we please and you will be grateful for it. If you behave yourself, and if we don’t grow tired of you, we’ll consider rewarding you.”

You felt the harsh burn of rope wrapping around your wrists, hearing Sam scoff at the same time. “Speak for yourself,” he grunted, fisting your hair and dragging your face towards his cock again. “I’m just here to get my dick wet.” When you didn’t take the cue to open your mouth, Sam pinched your nose until you inhaled in a panic, and at that point drove his member back past your lips.

Dean chuckled. “That’s true. Sammy here isn’t quite as concerned about rewarding good behaviour. That’s just my thing, I guess.” As he spoke, you felt his fingers skim passed your wet flesh again, making you squirm. “But trust me, it’ll be in your favour to make sure you give both of us a good time, sweetheart.” A sharp spank collided with your ass-cheek then, making you moan onto Sam’s cock. Sam fisted your hair tighter, pulling your face flush into his crotch, forcing his cock painfully deep down your throat.

“Hm look at these two pretty holes here,” Dean’s sing-song voice echoed through your brain. Using your pussy juices, Dean lubricated your asshole, teasing your puckered entrance. Still held in place on Sam’s cock, you were starting to lose oxygen. “Where to start, hm?” You felt the nudge of his thick cock at your slit, which he then alternated between your two holes, not quite pushing in. White spots began to appear in your vision. “Eenie, meenie, minie...” Sam released your hair, sending you reeling backwards just as Dean thrusted himself into your asshole, fully seating himself. “Mo.” A cracked scream fell from your lips as your upper body crumbled onto the bed. Dean grabbed the rope binding your wrists together and yanked you up to your knees.

Sam stood back with a cruel smile, fisting his huge erection as he watched his brother rail into you. He leaned forward then, gripping your jaw with his free hand and making you look at him. “Do you whore yourself out to every man that buys you drinks?” Unable to shake your head, you could only grunt in response. “I do love a nice tight pussy to ruin.” Sam rounded the bed, standing beside Dean and gesturing for him to make space. Dean wrapped one arm around your waist, the other around your chest, and with ease lifted you off the bed, pulling you flush against his body and causing his cock to sink deep into your tight ass. You let out a whimper from the sheer force that you were being stretched. Sam took a seat on the edge of the bed in front of you, grabbing your thighs and pulled you towards him until the tip of his cock was nestled into your slit.

Fear momentarily rose within you in anticipation, but before you had a chance to act upon it, Dean pushed you down. A pained cry escaped you as your walls stretched around Sam’s enormous length, splitting you open as both of your holes were stuffed by the brothers. The pain almost became too much until pleasure edged its way through your body. Sam lay back onto the bed, holding himself up on his elbows, and in delicious synchronisation the two brothers pumped into you at an exhilarating pace.

Your mind was beyond comprehension by this point. Between the alcohol and the adrenaline, you felt yourself going limp between the two men.

“I think we’re losing her, Dean,” Sam muttered, though his voice lacked any sympathy. He pulled at your nipples, tweaking them painfully and making you cry out. The sudden sensation made your walls contract around the brothers, earning a delighted groan from both of them. “Fuck, just when I thought she couldn’t get any tighter.” Relishing in his new trick, Sam played with your nipples endlessly, and just as he was beginning to lose a reaction from you, he replaced his fingers with his mouth, pinching your supple flesh with his teeth.

You could feel your body raging towards a climax. “Please,” you gasped. “Can I cum?”

Dean’s teeth grazed your earlobe from behind. “Hm, what do you think, Sam?” He mused. “Has our little whore earned it yet?”

Sam grunted as he continued to buck up into you at a relentless pace. Then a cruel smile crept onto his face. “I have an idea,” he said slowly, purposely drawing out his answer. You cried out restlessly, desperately trying to hold back your orgasm. “For every time she cums tonight, that’s how many times she has to make us cum until she can leave this room. Each.”

Dean hummed in your ear. “Creative, Sammy, I like it. What do you think, Y/N? You’ve heard your terms - if you agree to them, you can cum now.”

Whether you agreed or not was irrelevant - you couldn’t keep control any longer. You screamed as your body spasmed between the brothers, bucking and writhing at the pleasure.

You woke up in the morning groggy and with a pounding headache. Your wrists stung from rope burns, your nipples felt raw and your holes ached from the abuse of last night.

“Ah, she’s awake!” Dean’s voice came from behind you. You turned over in the bed to face him and saw him slouched in a chair next to you. He clasped his hands together and leaned forwards. “I was worried for a moment we’d need to find a new toy,” he said in mock-sympathy. “That you wouldn’t be able to hold up your end of last night’s bargain.”

It took you a moment to filter through the blurry memories and remember the agreement you’d made. As soon as you did, your eyes widened - you felt so rough, so raw, so completely spent. “H-how many times did I...” Your voice was so hoarse that you couldn’t finish your sentence.

“Five, sweetheart,” Dean said with a cold smile. “That’s five times you need to return the favour to both me and Sam. You’re not leaving this room until you’ve paid your dues.” His eyes flickered up and suddenly you felt the bed dip behind you and rough hands grab your waist. “And it looks like Sammy is ready to collect.”

Dean tags: @akshi8278, @maniacproffesor

Divider credit: @firefly-graphics

#supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #spn fanfic #dean winchester #demon!dean #Sam Winchester #soulless!sam #demon!dean x reader x soulless!sam #a wild night

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A Descent Into Insanity - Chapter Six

Based on request by @sweetpotato-97

Note: the reader in a way is innocent and does not know that Dean is in love with them.

Pairing: Yandere!Dean x Reader

Additional characters: Sam, Bobby, Castiel

Warnings: possessive Dean, drug use (kinda - love potion), dub-con, oral (female-receiving), penetration

Word Count: 1,930

You and Dean both awoke to banging on his bedroom door and Sam yelling from the other side. “Dean! Y/N! Open this door!”

You were startled by the aggression in Sam’s voice, turning to Dean with a worried look. He didn’t look startled, just irritated. But when he looked at you, his features softened and he stroked your cheek. “Go back to sleep, sweetheart, I’ll deal with it. I’ll take care of you.” You smiled, reassured. Of course he would. Dean would always take care of you. You covered yourself with the duvet and snuggled into your pillow.

Calmly, Dean swung his legs off the bed, pulled on his jeans before going to unlock the door. Sam half-fell into the room, clearly about to break the door down if Dean had taken any longer. Bobby stepped into the room behind the younger Winchester. Sam’s eyes immediately fell on you. “Y/N, are you okay?” He went to approach you, but Dean quickly side-stepped and blocked his path.

“Of course she’s okay, why wouldn’t she be?” He said, immediately defensive.

“Why did you send me to Bobby’s when he never even called?” Sam hissed at his brother. “What are you up to?”

Dean puffed out his chest, squaring up to his younger brother. “Mind your own business, Sam. Y/N and I just wanted some alone time.”

“I can see that,” Sam growled, throwing a side-eye towards you. “When exactly did this all come about? Why did you need to lie?”

“Aw hell.” Bobby’s voice drew the attention of both of the brothers. Sam followed his eyes to a small vial on Dean’s bedside table. Eyes widening, his gaze flew to you, then back to Dean. “Dean, is that what I think it is? Have you seriously pulled a Becky here?” That confused you; who was Becky?

Dean was disgusted by the comment. “Don’t compare me to your little groupie,” he growled. “She was obsessed with you when she thought you were just a fictional character. I love Y/N!”

Your heart fluttered at his words. “And I love you too, Dean,” you cooed from the bed. Dean dropped to his knees beside you, taking your hands in his and pressing your fingers to his lips.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear you say that, my darling,” he whispered.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Sam sighed exasperatedly. You suddenly saw movement in the corner of your eye, but Dean reacted faster; he had grabbed a handgun that was stowed under the bed and was aiming it across the bed at Bobby, where he was now just two steps away from the vial.

“Back away, Bobby,” Dean warned. Bobby froze in place, staring agape at the man he considered to be his adopted son. “Now.” Bobby raised his hands in surrender, but didn’t move from his position.

“Dean, look at what you’re doing,” Sam pleaded with him. “What’s gotten into you?” Your eyes lifted to Dean’s face, his emotions still incredibly calm as he pointed the gun at Bobby. Sam diverted his attention to you. “Y/N, do you understand what’s going on? He’s given you some kind of love potion, what you’re feeling right now isn’t real.”

“Shut up, Sammy!” You and Dean both screamed at him at the same time. Dean casted an eye back at you and smirked with amusement. You held your attention on Sam. “Don’t tell me how I feel. I don’t care. I love Dean, Sam. And he loves me, so why can’t we just be happy?”

Sam took a cautious step towards you, but when Dean shot him a look, he decided against stepping any closer. “Because you won’t be happy when the potion wears off,” Sam explained, his puppy eyes working in full force. “Unless he keeps drugging you up. Is that really how you want to live your life?”

“Sam,” Bobby warned softly. “It’s no use. You won’t be able to convince her while she’s under the influence.”

You shot an angry glare at Bobby. How dare he talk about you like you weren’t even there, treating you like a child. “Dean,” you hummed softly, gazing up at your lover with doe eyes. “I don’t like this. Make them go away.”

Dean nodded sharply. “Anything you want, sweetheart.” He returned his to Bobby. “You heard her. Both of you back off now, I won’t warn you again.”

Bobby and Sam exchanged concerned looks, but eventually they retreated out of the bedroom. Dean immediately locked the door behind them before turning back around to face you.

“Don’t let them tear us apart,” you pleaded with Dean, tears in your eyes. He rushed to your side instantly, wiping your tears away.

“Don’t worry, darling,” he soothed. “I will take care of everything. Don’t you trust me?”

“I do,” you breathed. Of course you did. You trusted this man with your life.

Dean cupped your face in his hands. “Then stop worrying. I will deal with them. But first-” a coy smile appeared on his handsome face. “Let me take care of you, my princess.”

He pulled the duvet off you, exposing your naked body. “Look at my beautiful girl,” he hummed as he nestled in between your legs and lifted them over his shoulders. At the same time that his plump lips closed around your nub, his hands moved to your breasts and softly pinched your nipples between his fingers. Eliciting lustrous moans from you, he hummed with pleasure to your responsiveness. Once he started darting his tongue deep inside you, your first orgasm dawned upon you without warning. As your back arched off the bed, he grabbed your waist and supported you, taking advantage of the easy access to your sweet spot. Your moans escalated to screams as he pushed you through your high until you were vibrating with pleasure.

With a satisfied final suck of your nub, he climbed up your body until he was holding himself up with arms either side of your head. “Are you ready for me, sweetheart?” He whispered as he descended onto you, his warm flesh covering yours and his erection eagerly rubbing against your mound.

“Yes, baby,” you breathed. “Take me, please.” No further encouragement needed, Dean slowly and deliciously pushed into you as one hand fell to your waist, gripping the flesh. Your legs wove around his muscular body and he began a steady but deep thrust. “I want you to stay with me forever,” he whispered into your ear, words that set butterflies off in your chest.

“Of course, baby,” you responded. “Yours, always.”

You breathed in Dean’s sweet scent as you nestled up into his side. A blissful hour of laying in each other’s arms passed before he finally sighed and decided to face Sam and Bobby. You insisted on joining him, adamant that you could convince them that your love for Dean was true and that they would leave you to be happy together.

You found Sam and Bobby in the library, and you sauntered in hand-in-hand with your lover. As soon as they saw you enter, the two men immediately raised to their feet.

“Sam, Bobby,” you began after taking a deep breath. “I appreciate your concern, but I can assure you that I am of sound mind right now. I love Dean with all my heart and only want to be with him.”

Sam sighed, those puppy eyes once again falling upon his face. You used to find that face cute, but now it irritated you, seeing his eyes full of pity as though you were some naïve child. “Y/N, that’s just the love potion talking.”

“Did you ever consider that the potion only amplified feelings I already had?” You challenged. “That it gave me the courage to act on my emotions?”

As you finished your sentence, you suddenly felt like you were being hit by a freight train as an intense headache stormed through your brain. Your knees immediately buckled and Dean just caught you as you began to collapse to the floor.

“Y/N!” Sam and Bobby were in front of you immediately, but they were just blurry figures as the headache rattled your vision out of focus.

“Oh god,” Dean cried with a panic. You felt him suddenly sweep you off your feet and hurried you back to his bedroom, before the two other men could react.

Bobby immediately realised what was happening. “The potion’s wearing off,” you heard him shout to Sam, barely catching his words over the ringing in your ears. “He’s going to dose her up!”

As Dean burst into his bedroom, he tried to kick the door shut with his foot, but Sam caught it just before it slammed shut. “Dean, stop!”

But then Dean came to a sudden halt and you felt Sam just lightly colliding into the back of him, steadying himself before he could knock you both to the ground. You tried to peer through the blur up at Dean and saw his face contorted with horror and confusion as he stared at his bedside table. He quickly placed you on the bed before you heard him scrambling through the drawers.

Sam’s face appeared above you, and you could just make out a look of concern as you felt his hand touch your forehead. “Y/N, are you okay?”

Dean ripped Sam’s hand away from you. “Don’t touch her!” He roared, fury coursing through his voice. He shoved his brother hard, knocking him back a few steps. “Where is it? What did you do with it?”

“What are you talking about, Dean?” Sam rebutted, equally pissed.

“Don’t fuck with me, Sam! Where did you put the potion? It was right there on my bedside table, now it’s gone! One of you stole it!”

“How could we have taken it, ya idjit?” Bobby shouted, now getting in between the brothers and squaring up to the elder one. “We haven’t been in your bedroom since you pointed that gun in my face! You’ve been with us in the library since you left the room, so at what point could we have possibly taken it?”

The pounding in your head was deafening and the shouting didn’t help. “Please stop!” You cried, pulling a pillow over your head.

Either Dean couldn’t hear you through his own rage, or he ignored you. You could hear muffled thumping and swearing through the pillow, and it seemed that Dean had escalated to throwing punches. The roaring in your head reached an alarming volume, then suddenly it flipped to a white noise, a low buzz. You could still hear the commotion between the men, now hearing Sam’s voice shouting too, but the headache cleared up as quickly as it came.

You removed the pillow from head and sat up quietly, your head fuzzy and feeling disorientated. The room was spinning for a moment, but by the time stability had returned, you looked up to see all three men watching you with intense concern. For a moment, the last 24 hours were a blur to you, foggy in your memory. You heard a swish of wings at Dean’s door and looked up to see Castiel, holding a small vial in his hand.

“I believe this is what you’re looking for, Dean,” the angel stated calmly, turning the heads of the three men towards him. You blinked as you looked from the vial to Dean, and your memory flooded back just as quickly as rage built up within you.

In that moment you exploded, launching yourself at Dean. “You son of a bitch!”

<= Chapter Five

Chapter Seven =>

Dean tags: @akshi8278, @maniacproffesor

Divider credit: @firefly-graphics

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My Baby - One Shot

Summary: Inspired by the song My Baby by Bishop Briggs. After Sam went to hell and was trapped in the cage with Michael and Lucifer, you spent months trying to get over him. Just when you thought you were making progress, he shows up out of the blue. You can tell something isn’t quite right, but you’ve missed him too damn much to care... My first Sam fic - enjoy!

Pairing: Soulless!Sam x reader

Warnings: dub-con, fingering, oral (male-receiving), penetration, anal play

Word Count: 1,325

You were nearly finished wiping down the bar when the last customer finally left. Turning the music up as you cleaned, you hummed along while you scrubbed each of the tables. You weren’t often left the close up on your own, but Katy who’d been on your shift with you that night was expecting her boyfriend home from a week-long work trip, so you assured her you were fine to close up so she could be home to greet him. In all honesty, you quite enjoyed having the place to yourself and being in control of the music.

For a moment you lost yourself in the music. It was the only time since Sam fell into the cage with Michael and Lucifer that you felt even remotely free and at ease, when music took you away to another world. At first you were only swaying slightly, but within moments you were twirling, weaving in between the tables.

Your eyes fluttered shut as you got lost in the moment, when all of a sudden you collided with a broad chest. Stumbling backwards, you opened your eyes, but surely your sight was deceiving you. It couldn’t be...

“Sam?” The word barely croaked out of your throat. There he was, all in one piece, apparently unscathed, looking down at you with hooded eyes. “Is it really you?” You grabbed a salt shaker from the nearest table and dashed it at Sam. He smirked as nothing happened.

“No demon,” he said, taking a step towards you, wrapping a large hand around your wrist and pulling you towards him.

“But how-”

“Questions later,” he said before pressing his lips fiercely to yours, lifting you by the waist and pulling you into him. You took your cue to wrap your legs around him and fell deeply into the kiss, drinking in his delicious taste that you had missed. There was something different about his energy, the way that he pressed you up against the wall that you felt a sharp sting rattle through your back. The tenderness of Sam’s touch that you remembered was gone. He misses you, you told yourself. Just like you’ve missed him.

You released all your inhibitions and returned the fiery passion through your kiss, using leverage against the wall to grind against him. “Missed you, Sammy,” you breathed into his mouth.

He pulled back slightly to look you in the eye as one hand slipped up your skirt. “I know.” In one sharp tug, he effortlessly tore your panties off, casting the fabric aside. He roughly plunged two fingers deep inside you, using his arm around your waist to bounce you on his hand. The force of his fingers caught you off-guard as a scream rippled from your lips. A mischievous glint appeared in his eye. “I want to feel that scream around my cock.” Suddenly he flipped you upside down, still pressing you against the wall, but now your face was level with his crotch. You hung there for a moment, adjusting to the sudden headrush and slight dizziness. “Unless you want me to remove my fingers, I suggest you get to work down there.”

This was a side to Sam you’d never experienced before. If you were thinking clearly, perhaps your sense would have gotten the better of you. But the excitement of his return, of his apparent deep desire to have you there and then, was far too exhilarating to refuse. You fumbled to unbuckle his belt, shoving his jeans and boxers down before taking his long length in your mouth. You heard a moan in response that sent shivers through you, and then the intense feeling of his fingers ramming into your cunt set you off screaming again. Sam pushed himself fully inside your mouth, sliding down the back of your throat and causing the back of your head to hit the wall with a sharp sting. Your screams muffled, you desperately tried to breathe through your nose as he continued he merciless attack on your pussy. It didn’t take long for your orgasm to peak, turning you into a helpless, vibrating mess completely at his mercy.

Even once you rode your orgasm to its end, Sam didn’t ease up. He pulled his length halfway out of your mouth before thrusting back in, hitting the back of your throat. As his assault continued, his fingers withdrew from your pussy to tease the rim of your asshole. Pushing your ass-cheek aside with the heel of his hand, his middle finger - soaked with your juices - sank knuckle-deep into you as his thumb torturously circled your clit. You screamed desperately onto his cock. “God, that mouth is so fucking good. Such a perfect little toy.”

At the point you felt like you were about to pass out, Sam finally withdrew from your mouth and turned you upright as you choked and spluttered, oxygen painfully flooding back to your lungs. Sam pulled your hips into him and you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you to the bar. Spinning you around, he set you down on the floor and bent you over the bar-top, pushing your cheek against the sticky counter. Before you could complain, you felt yourself splitting open as he plunged his hard cock deep into you, his crotch flush against your ass.

“Damn, I’ve missed this fucking cunt,” he growled as he began to pound into you, unrelenting as your screams and moans echoed throughout the bar. With each thrust, he withdrew almost completely before pushing back in and you felt your pussy swallow him completely. Both of his hands were gripped around your waist, positioning you for the perfect angle. You tried to lift your chest off the bar-top, but his large hand quickly pushed you down between your shoulder blades, holding you down. “Nuh-uh, pretty one,” he rumbled. “You take me like a good girl.” He leaned down, thrusting into you relentlessly, until you could feel his breathe on the back of your neck. “You always wanted it rough, didn’t you, dirty girl? Pathetic little Sammy didn’t know how to let his guard down, to give up his inhibitions.” His words rattled through your mind, confusing you, but before you could digest what he had said, your next orgasm began ripping through your body. “Attagirl,” he crowed, lifting your waist so that your feet left the floor and he pounded into you until you felt hot ropes of cum shooting into you.

It was when he pulled himself ungracefully and unlovingly out of you that you realised something was terribly wrong. Your body exhausted and spent, you collapsed into a heap at his feet and looked up at the man who once loved you through teary eyes.

“What are you?” You trembled. “What have you done with Sam?”

With a cold smirk, Sam knelt down to you, taking your chin between two large fingers. “Oh it is me, sweetheart. I just left some baggage back in the cage.” His tipped your chin down, pulling your mouth open slightly as he pushed the pad of his thumb onto your tongue. You flinched away, but his other hand wrapped around the base of your jaw, holding you in place. “I’m definitely going to have to come back for this at some point. Until next time, sweetheart.” With that, his fingers dropped from your face, and he turned and left the bar without so much as a second glance back at you. You could do nothing but watch the shell of your boyfriend walk out of your life once again. There he went, your baby with a fucked up head. Tears bit at the corner of your eyes, wondering if you would really see him again, if you wanted to see him again. Your chest throbbed with a hurt heart. He was still your baby. Yeah, he’s fucking crazy, “but he’s still my baby,” you sobbed to yourself.

#supernatural #spn #spn fanfic #sam winchester #my baby #soulless sam #sam x reader #soulless!sam x reader

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Hellooow hellooow, do you have tag list? If so can you add me to it? I looove your work especially yandere!dean!! Wow mind blowing! Anyways HAPPY NEW YEARS i hope you have a great year! I love you

Aw you cutie, thank you! I will add you to my Dean tag list ^_^ Happy New Year to you too, hope you have a safe and enjoyable year!

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A Descent Into Insanity - Chapter Five

Based on request by @sweetpotato-97

Note: the reader in a way is innocent and does not know that Dean is in love with them.

Pairing: Yandere!Dean x Reader

Warnings: possessive Dean, drug use (kinda - love potion), dub-con, fingering, penetration

Word Count: 1,149

Dean’s hands groped your body roughly, tugging and squeezing. With your lips still interlocked, he walked you backwards until you collided with the cold concrete of the garage wall. The kiss evolved from passionate to forceful, Dean’s fingers now tugging at your clothes. This was happening too fast.

You turned your head, breaking the kiss. “Dean, wait-” his lips crushed back onto yours. You turned your head to the other side. “Dean! Stop!”

His hand rose to your throat then, his long fingers wrapping around and pinning you against the wall.

“What’s the matter?” He rasped. “Don’t you want me? You think I haven’t seen the way you look at me when you think I’m not looking?” The blood rushed to your head.

“This isn’t right,” you pleaded. “It shouldn’t be like this.”

Dean’s eyes narrowed as his hand started to apply pressure around your throat. “Why don’t you understand that you are mine? I can take good care of you, baby. I will treat you like my queen.”

Could he really not see the irony of what he was doing? He released the grip on your throat ever so slightly. “Dean, please-” A heavy sigh interrupted you as he closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. Suddenly, you were thrown over his shoulder and you found yourself hanging upside down. “What are you doing?!” You screamed at him as he carried you out of the garage and headed towards his bedroom. “Put me down right now!” You balled your one good hand into a fist and hopelessly tried to thump his back.

Dean carried you to his bedroom, locking you both in. He sat you down on the bed where you glared up at him.

“Y/N, listen,” he said in a tone that seemed an attempt to be sympathetic, but just sounded patronising. “I realise for you this all might seem very fast. But this is right for me. For us. This is what we need.”

You started to get up off the bed, but he firmly pushed your shoulder back down and you stumbled back onto the mattress. “Who are you to tell me what I need?” You growled at him.

His eyes darkened then. He was getting impatient and pissed off. “You can act like a child if you want,” he said, a threatening undertone lacing his voice. “But I know what’s best for you. I am what’s best for you. And I will take care of you, whether you can understand that or not.”

You made a second attempt to move, but instead of trying to stand in front of him, you rolled backwards, landing on your feet on the opposite side of the bed. By the time you met eyes with Dean again, he was on the offensive, his arms poised to grab you as soon as you made a move. You grabbed the lamp from his bedside table, ripping it from the socket, and launched it at his head whilst making a beeline for the window. You heard a slight thump that confirmed the lamp had hit him, but it didn’t slow him down. Just as you shoved the window open, his arms wrapped around your waist and wrenched you backwards.

With ease, he threw you onto the bed, immediately jumping on top of you and pinning you down by your wrists. “Why did you have to do that, Y/N? If you let me show you how I can take care of you, you won’t want to resist me. But you just need to give me a chance first. And luckily for us, I have what we need.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Keeping your hands tightly pinned, Dean fumbled in his bedside drawer. Whatever he was doing was just out of your line of sight. When the small bottle came into view, confusion stunted your reaction for a moment, and before you knew it, he was tipping several drops into your mouth. You quickly squeezed your lips shut, but it was too late. You could already taste the elixir on your tongue.

You blinked as you regained focus. Dean was still looming over you, concern plastered on his face. You couldn’t help but stare at him for a long moment. The face that was so familiar, but it was like looking at a different person. He was beautiful, absolutely stunning. And he was yours.

“Sweetheart?” He whispered gently, waiting for your reaction.

“Dean,” you breathed and lifted your head, locking lips with his. His tense body relaxed, his hands moved from your wrists to hold your face, and he breathed a sigh of relief over your skin.

“Finally.” He lowered his lips onto yours, kissing you desperately, and you met the kiss with equal urgency. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this moment, baby.”

You were feeling a desperation, a craving that you had never felt before for another person. Clutching onto Dean with all your strength, you pulled him onto you, allowing his body to cloak yours. Still connected in a passionate kiss, you felt his tongue sweep against your lower lip, sending sparks through your veins. Feeling you shiver brought a smile to his lips. “You’re all mine, baby,” he whispered against your lips.

“All yours,” you mewled in response. Those two words ignited a fire within Dean. Shoving your jeans down your legs, his fingers crept inside your panties and stroked your mound. It only took a matter of seconds for wetness to pool down there, and he wasted no time in sinking two fingers knuckle-deep inside you, making you moan into his mouth. He pulled back slightly so that he could watch you through hooded eyes as he pumped his fingers into you, making you writhe beneath him and your back arch. “You beautiful thing,” he whispered.

You clawed at his t-shirt, tugging desperately. “Dean, please,” you breathed. “I need you.” With one hand, Dean pulled his t-shirt off as you fumbled to kick your jeans and panties off. His fingers left your aching pussy, but before you could moan in response, his lips latched onto your neck, sucking and nipping, as he pulled his jeans and boxers off.

Wrapping an arm around your waist, he rolled you both over so that you were on top, straddling him. You gasped as you felt his throbbing member grinding against your soft mound. He gently guided his tip to your entrance, but before moving he detached himself from your neck and guided you to sit up. His eyes bore into yours for a moment as his hands ran up your belly, smoothed over your breasts, before landing on your shoulders. His eyes never leaving yours, he pulled you down and a sinful groan escaped you as you sank fully-seated onto his thick cock. A crooked smile smeared across his face. “That’s my girl.”

<= Chapter Four

Chapter Six (coming soon)

Dean tags: @akshi8278

Divider credit: @firefly-graphics

#supernatural #spn #spn fanfic #dean winchester #A Descent Into Insanity

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There will be part 5 of Yandere Dean? Please....

Absolutely! I’m writing part 5 at the moment and aim to get it posted in the next few days.

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Home From The Hunt (One Shot)

Summary: Dean has been away on a hunt for nearly a week. When he finally comes home, you are desperate for a piece of what you have been missing.

Pairing: dom!Dean x Reader

Warnings: smut, dom/sub dynamic, light bondage, just pure sex

Word Count: 1,623

It had been six days since the Winchester brothers left on a hunt. You had declined going with them; the day they left you were still exhausted from a solo hunt, but by day three of their absence - or more specifically Dean’s absence - you were kicking yourself for not tagging along. Dean hadn’t expected his hunt to last this long, so you didn’t even get any real alone time together after you’d returned from your hunt. It had been almost two weeks that you’d shared a bed - or shared anything for that matter - with your boyfriend, and by now, touching yourself was barely giving you any relief.

Dean had called about four hours ago to say they were just leaving Boulder, Colorado. It would be at least another hour until the boys made it back, even with Dean behind the wheel. In the meantime, you’d already cleaned the bunker, or at least all the areas most frequently used and worth cleaning. You’d quickly learned after moving in that cleaning the entire bunker on your own took more than a day, and you really didn’t care enough to subject yourself to that on a regular basis. Although the boys were relatively good at cleaning up behind them - Sam more so than Dean - growing up in flea-bitten motel rooms meant they were never that bothered about how spotless the bunker was.

You stood in yours and Dean’s bedroom, admiring yourself in the mirror. You were wearing a purple silk, tight-fitting chemise that showed off your curves, along with a pair of matching satin high heels. There was only so much time you could kill by touching up your make-up, which you’d done twice now. You watched the clock, counting down the seconds.

When you figured they would be no more than 15 minutes away, you sent a text to your boyfriend:

Miss you. In the bedroom. Waiting. Don’t be long. Xx

You didn’t expect an immediate response, you knew he’d be driving. But a few moments later, your screen lit up with his response.

I’m coming for you, baby girl xx

You waited patiently in silence until you heard noise in the bunker, not far away from your room. You heard the voices of both Winchesters, but couldn’t quite hear what was being said. Dean’s voice grew louder as he approached your bedroom, and you heard him call back to his brother: “I’m gonna shower and hit the hay, I’m exhausted.”

You positioned yourself at the foot of the bed so that you would be the first thing Dean saw when he walked in. The door clicked and pushed open, and sure enough your delectable boyfriend sauntered in before coming to an immediate halt at the sight of you.

“Oh,” was the only word he managed, triggering a cheeky grin to spread across your face. You leaned forward slightly, gently sliding your hands down your thighs, accentuating your breasts with your arms.

“I’ve been waiting for you baby,” you murmured, beckoning Dean to come to you. He approached you without hesitation. “I’ve missed you.”

Dean’s fingers touched your cheek first, sending electric sparks down your spine as he stroked down your jawline before his thumb toyed with your lower lip. “I’ve missed you too, sweetheart. I’m here now.”

You leaned back, tugging at the hem of your chemise and revealing your exposed pussy. “Need you, Dean,” you whimpered. “Need your touch.” Dean’s eyes lingered on your cunt before he leaned down over you, crushing his lips against yours and pushing you flat against the mattress.

Impatient whines escaped you; you felt his lips curve into a smile against yours. His tongue darted out against your lower lip, igniting a heat in your lower belly, before he started peppering kisses down your throat. Suddenly you felt a finger stroking your wet cunt and Dean groaned. “Such a good girl, all ready for me.”

“Dean, please,” you begged. You whined when his finger left your pussy and pressed against your lips, silencing you.

“Now, now, sweetheart,” he hummed. “You’ve waited this long. I think you can be a good girl and wait a little longer while I have some fun, hm?”

You nodded eagerly and a pleased grin spread across his face. His finger left your lips and immediately plunged into your soaked cunt. He had barely started thrusting into you before a second finger joined and the room echoed with the delicious sound of squelching. Your back arched off the bed, giving Dean the perfect angle to rub against your sweet spot. “That’s it, princess.”

You didn’t realise your eyes had fluttered shut until you felt Dean’s lips close around your clit and they flew open. His fingers continued to pulse into you at a bruising rate as he suckled on your sweet flesh, and your groans escalated to screams.

Your first orgasm came within minutes, and Dean eagerly rode you through your high as he devoured you. With one last long lick of your cunt, he stood up and grabbed your ankles, spinning you 180 degrees so that your head was hanging off the bed. His hand wrapped around your jaw. “Open up, baby girl, let me see that tongue.” You obeyed instantly as he tugged his jeans and boxers down. He tightened his grip on your jaw, taking full control of the movement of your head. He dragged your tongue up the length of his shaft, pausing at the tip and giving you a chance to give him a quick kitten lick. “That’s a good girl,” he hummed as he plunged his thick cock down your throat.

You attempted to bob your head, but his grip on your jaw remained tight, and you could do nothing but lay there and let him abuse your throat. When you and Dean first became an item, you quickly realised that he found giving pleasure was just as important, if not more so, than receiving. But you still jumped a little when you felt his other hand pinch at your clit before rubbing in harsh circles, making you groan onto his dick. “That’s it, princess.” Suddenly, he pushed himself balls-deep down your throat, but at the same time you felt his plump lips wrap around your clit, suckling at your flesh. A muffled scream vibrated through you at the intense feeling, and after a few seconds he began thrusting into your mouth again, occasionally pulling back past your lips to give you a brief moment of oxygen before plunging back in. All the while, he sucked and licked and nipped at your sensitive nub.

You writhed beneath him, instinctively reaching down to grab his head. You weren’t even sure if you were trying to push him away or hold him closer, but it didn’t matter because he grabbed both of your wrists in one hand and held them tightly against your chest as he continued his assault. He worked you relentlessly until a muffled scream rippled from you, your body vibrating uncontrollably. As he straightened up, he used his free hand to remove his belt and expertly bound your wrists together before finally withdrawing from your lips. Your breath rasped in your throat as oxygen begun to refill your lungs.

“On your knees, sweetheart,” Dean said firmly, his devilish green eyes boring into yours. Having a slight Bambi moment, you awkwardly tried to reposition yourself despite your bound wrists. You managed to hoist yourself onto your knees and bent over a little, facing away from him. You wiggled your ass a little in the air, for good measure. A sting rippled across your backside as his palm collided with your flesh. You felt a hand curl around your neck, sharply pulling you upwards and holding you flush against his chest. “Are you teasing me, princess?” The ice that laced his voice sent excited shivers down your spine.

You attempted to turn your head to face him, but he held you tightly in place. “I was just showing you what’s yours, baby,” you hummed softly. The grip around your neck tightened a little, but at the same time Dean’s other hand fell to your throbbing clit, whilst his lips ghosted your shoulder. You shivered again.

“Trust me, sweetheart, I’m well aware of what’s mine.” You barely felt the tip of Dean’s cock find your slit before he plunged his full length inside you, causing you to cry out in pain and pleasure. With one hand torturously circling your clit, he pushed your upper body down until your face was smothered in the duvet, and he began to pound relentlessly into your tight cunt. “Look at you, taking my cock like a good girl.” You moaned in response; words were barely forming in your brain, let alone being able to speak. You felt the climax building within you and your body began to shake violently as you groaned into the duvet.

“Go on baby girl, cum for me.” That was all it took to tip you over the edge. You lost control of all your muscles and almost started to slump, but Dean was quick to grab your hips and keep you firmly in position as he continued to pound into you. Just as you were riding the end of your high, you heard that delicious moan escape him as you felt the warm pool of cum filling you.

Dean released your wrists and as you fell into a heaving mess on the bed, he tucked himself beside you and pulled you into his chest, gently stroking your hair. You looked up at him and gave him a weak smile, to which he return a soft kiss on your forehead. “That’s my good girl.”

Dean tags: @akshi8278

Divider credit: @firefly-graphics

#dean winchester #dom!dean #dean x reader #dom!dean x reader #supernatural #spn #spn fanfic #dean x you #home from the hunt

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A Descent Into Insanity - Chapter Four

Based on request by @sweetpotato-97

Note: the reader in a way is innocent and does not know that Dean is in love with them.

Pairing: Yandere!Dean x Reader

Characters: Sam

Warnings: possessive Dean, hostage situation

Word Count: 1,427

Indianapolis was at minimum a 9 hour drive, and that was considering Dean’s driving, so you knew the boys wouldn’t be back for a couple of days. After pacing around your room angrily for an hour, you decided to go out and blow off some steam. There was no point sulking around on your own for days. You headed to the garage, shoved on your motorbike helmet and pressed the button to open the garage door. It didn’t shift. That was weird. And most likely, not a coincidence. Removing your helmet and setting it back down, you hurried back to the entrance of the bunker and tried the door. Locked.

You were furious. “Are you fucking kidding me?” You shouted into the empty room. You ran to the kitchen where you had last left your keys, but by this point you weren’t even surprised that they were gone. You had no way out. This would be a long few days.

It was almost dusk when you heard the purr of the Impala enter the garage three days later. You sat waiting in the kitchen with your eyes glued to the door. The second Dean walked in, you flew out of your chair and raised your good hand, ready to plant your fist in his face. As usual, he was quicker than you and grabbed it before it came even close to his face, holding your fist in the air as he glared down at you.

“Y/N,” he said shortly. “What are you doing?”

“What am I doing?” You screamed. “What the fuck are you doing? Drugging me? Locking me in the bunker for three days? Who the fuck do you think you are?”

Dean’s jaw was set firm. “It was for your own safety,” he said calmly, his eyes not leaving yours.

“My safety?” You shouted furiously. “You act as if I’ve never hunted before. And once again, may I remind you, I hunted solo for years before I had to save your ass.” With your free hand, you launched a punch to his gut, momentarily forgetting your incident with the wardrobe a few days ago. The second your fist connected, you flinched and doubled over, clutching your hand.

Dean’s eyes immediately softened as he crouched down with you. “What’s wrong with your hand?” He pulled your hands apart, despite your futile attempts to bat him away, and examined your swollen fist. “Y/N, sweetheart! What have you done?”

All of a sudden the cold, dismissive Dean was gone and worry flooded his eyes as he guided over to a kitchen chair before going to the freezer for ice.

“It’s fine,” you said through gritted teeth, but of course Dean wouldn’t listen. He knelt in front of you and silently unwrapped your self-applied bandage before wrapping a cloth around some ice cubes, holding it to your hand. “You know I did all this when it happened.” You said sharply.

“My darling, I’m so sorry I wasn’t here to tend to you,” Dean said, his voice almost breaking.

“Tend to me?” You barked. “This wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t gone all psycho on me!”

You were caught off guard when he reached up and smoothed your hair away from your face, stroking your cheek. At first you flinched away, but his touch was gentle and warm.

He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, taking a deep breath, before re-opening them and staring up at you with emerald pools of concern. “Sweetheart, please understand. I can’t let anything happen to you. You don’t understand how much I care about you.”

“Where has this come from, Dean?” You asked. You were still too pissed to fall for his sad eyes, but you couldn’t deny the genuine worry that laced his voice.

“I just- I love you so much, Y/N.” He cupped your face with both hands now, and whilst you pulled back a little, you didn’t push him away. “I can’t lose you.”

“What do you mean you love me?” Your eyes narrowed. "In fact I distinctly remember you being completely uninterested in me when we first met. You made that very clear.”

Dean’s thumb ran along your jawline, sending sparks down your spine. “I was an idiot back then, I couldn’t see what was right in front of me.” His eyes held yours. “I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. I thought I’d felt love in the past but this? This is different.”

You caught yourself melting for a moment and internally kicked yourself. “Whatever you’re feeling gives you no excuse to drug me and lock me up.”

“I know, I know, I’m sorry. I just- I panicked at the thought of you going on a hunt. The fear of you getting hurt. I’m sorry if I scared you but please, just let me take care of you.”

You decided since it was his own bloody fault you were injured, then maybe he should tend to you a little. It was the least he could do.

“Where’s Sam?”

“He went to clean the guns, I said I would come check on you.” After a stony silence, you nodded and allowed Dean to lead you to your bedroom.

Honestly, you were surprised by Dean’s tenderness over the next 24 hours. You had bumped into Sam when you returned to the kitchen for dinner to find him already cooking. When he enquired about your fist, you shrugged it off and said you had tripped up and smacked it on the concrete floor while they were gone. You almost told Sam the full story, but decided against it. You knew that Sam would give Dean hell for what he did, and what was the point in that? You’d already had it out with Dean so it wasn’t worth creating drama between the two brothers over it.

When Dean joined you in the kitchen, he laid a hand on your shoulder, giving you a squeeze and kissing the top of your head. Sam raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. The three of you ate dinner quietly, except for some brief small-talk just to break the silence.

At one point Dean disappeared to use the bathroom. “You sure you’re okay, Y/N?” Sam asked softly. You looked up at his puppy-eyes, the ones that so expertly enticed your deepest emotions out of you, no matter how high the walls you built around you. It was a huge part of how you came to trust the Winchesters so quickly, there was something in Sam’s soul that held only deep concern and genuine care for those around him. Dean took a little big longer to break through, but after a few months he had started to ease up and let down his own walls around you a little.

“I’m fine,” you said with a smile, but you could tell from Sam’s face he saw right through it.

“I was worried about you when you didn’t come on the hunt. Dean said you weren’t feeling well and when we checked on you, you were knocked out in your bed.”

You felt the truth on the tip of your tongue, and as Sam laid a large, gentle hand on yours, it almost came spilling out. Then you heard Dean clearing his throat behind you, making his presence known. You flicked your head back to look at him and noticed his glare fixated on your and Sam’s hands.

“Sam,” he said sharply. “Bobby called. He needs a partner for a hunt ‘round his way. You can take the Impala.”

Sam’s brow furrowed for a moment before he glanced back at you, his eyes checking that you were okay. You gave him a small, subtle nod, then he sighed and took his cue to get ready. Within 20 minutes he had packed and was departing from the garage, giving you his usual squeeze and ruffle of your hair before he left.

As the garage door closed, you turned on your heels and couldn’t even take one step before colliding with Dean’s broad chest.

“Finally,” he breathed, and his lips came crushing down on yours, his strong arms wrapping around you.

Everything in your nature told you this wasn’t right, he wasn’t acting normal. But you thought of all those guilty moments you mentally undressed him with your eyes, when you thought of him as you touched yourself at night, and how many times you had imagined those plump lips pressed against yours. And God, even months of imagining and fantasising - it didn’t even compare to the real thing.

<= Chapter Three

Chapter Five =>

Dean tags: @akshi8278

Divider credit: @firefly-graphics

#supernatural #spn #spn fanfic #dean winchester #sam winchester #a descent into insanity

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There will be part 4 of Yandere Demon! Dean?

Hi! Yes there will be, I’m in the middle of writing it at the moment. I’ve had some stuff going on personally so haven’t had much time to write recently, but hope to get back into the swing of things over the next couple of days. P.S. my current Yandere!Dean series isn’t Demon!Dean, but I’ve had another request for him so more to come :)

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Can I request an order from Yandere Demon! Dean where the love he felt for his reader friend turned into something sober. The reader has always been a friend of Dean's, and Dean was in love with the reader but he kept it a secret.

Hello! Absolutely! It might take me a few days because I have a couple of other pieces in the works, but I will make a note of this :)

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A Descent Into Insanity Masterlist

Summary: Based on request by @sweetpotato-97

Could ask for a fic of Yandere Dean with a reader who sees him as a best friend and a form of brother for them, of course in the beginning Dean was not a yandere but he changed with the passage of time?Note: the reader in a way is innocent and does not know that Dean is in love with them.

Pairings: Yandere!Dean x Reader

Warnings: Please see individual chapters

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven (Finale)

Completed: 17th Jan 2021

#supernatural #spn #spn fanfic #dean winchester #sam winchester #a descent into insanity

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A Descent Into Insanity - Chapter Three

Based on request by @sweetpotato-97

Note: the reader in a way is innocent and does not know that Dean is in love with them.

Pairing: None (yet)

Characters: Dean & Sam

Warnings: none, other than a slightly protective Dean

Word Count: 1,249

"Only problem is, I couldn’t find out how to kill the thing,” you sighed as you finished catching the Winchesters up on your research.

Sam rubbed his face. “I’ll call up a couple of hunters we know,” he suggested. “See if they’ve come across a siren before - someone must’ve.” He grinned at you then. “Good job, Y/N, this is great work!”

You beamed at the younger Winchester, but out of the corner of your eye you noticed a scowl on Dean’s face. When your gaze flicked over to him, he looked away before pushing back from the table. “I’m going to bed,” he grumbled, before stalking out without another word. You exchanged a look with Sam, but honestly he looked exhausted from his day and you didn’t want to bother him about Dean being a miserable git.

“Do you want me to call the others?” You offered, knowing that he wouldn’t agree - and rightly so. Other than the Winchesters, you didn’t really know any other hunters. You knew unless Sam or Dean called them directly, they wouldn’t tell you jack-shit. Hunters weren’t exactly the type to blab to anyone who started asking questions.

Sam gave you a grateful smile. “I’m good, thanks. Go get some rest.”

As you were scoffing down breakfast the next morning, Sam sauntered in with a grin on his face.

“Well that looks like the face of someone who knows how to waste a siren,” you chuckled at him.

“You bet! Check this out,” Sam said as he took a seat at the table and shuffled closer to you, pulling out scraps of notes from his pocket. “Bobby said there are a couple of options with sirens. They’re vulnerable to severe trauma. If you beat the shit out of it enough, it is possible to take one down. But the sure-fire way of wasting one is using a bronze dagger-”

“Well that shouldn’t be too hard,” you said cheerfully. “I’ve got one in my weapons trunk.”

“-Covered in the blood of one of its victims,” Sam finished.

“Ah. Less good.”

“Yeah,” Sam huffed out a tired laugh. “Less good.”

You shook off the doubt starting to cloud over you and placed a hand on Sam’s shoulder. “No sweat. Let’s get to Indianapolis at least and we can figure something out.”

“You alright there, care bears?” Dean’s stone-cold voice made you both jump as you both looked up at him in the kitchen doorway. You and Sam shared a brief look of confusion at his comment before returning your gaze to the elder Winchester. Dean’s eyes were fixated on your hand still resting on Sam’s shoulder, which you dropped immediately.

Sam let out a frustrated sigh, pushing away from the table and glaring at his brother. “What’s your problem, Dean?” He snapped. “Why have you been acting so weird these last few days?”

Dean shrugged him off, entering one of his famous silent moods. You really couldn’t be bothered with this right now. “Anyway,” you said loudly. “I’m going to get ready for this hunt. I suggest you both do the same.” You left the kitchen in a huff, and as soon as you left the room you heard hushed bickering between the two brothers.

Just as you were zipping up your duffle bag, you noticed Dean standing in the doorway of your bedroom, leaning against the doorframe. “This is starting to become a habit, you silently appearing in doorways,” you commented over your shoulder. You were still pissed off with his attitude really and didn’t particularly care to look at him.

“I’m sorry.” You froze then, certain you had misheard him. Did Dean Winchester really just apologise to you?

You slowly turned to look at him then, but you were suspicious. “What are you sorry for?” He took a step into the room and for a moment you thought he was going to approach you, but he seemed to reconsider and stopped.

“I care about you, Y/N,” he said softly, taking you by surprise. “I...I think I love you.”

You scoffed an incredulous laugh. “Okay, haha, very funny. What is this really all about?”

Dean approached you then, standing so close that you could feel his breath on your face. “I just want to keep you safe,” he murmured. “If anything happened to you, I couldn’t live with myself.”

What on earth was going on with him? “It’s a bit early for the drink, isn’t it? Even for you, Dean.” But the reality was you couldn’t smell a whiff of alcohol on his breath. And god knows he was close enough that you would be able to. His eyes held yours, almost like he was trying to communicate with you telepathically. You didn’t even notice his hand slip into his pocket until the cloth was clamped over your nose and mouth, his other hand quickly wrapping round your waist to hold you still.

You immediately bucked and tried to fight him off. “What the fu-” you tried to scream through the cloth but within seconds, everything faded to black.

Dean’s POV

“C’mon Sammy, let’s hit the road,” I said as I hitched my bag over my shoulder.

Sam looked up from his laptop, his eyebrows knotted together in confusion. “Where’s Y/N?”

“She’s not feeling well,” I said. It was only a half-lie. Technically she was passed out on her bed, so she certainly wasn’t ready to go on a hunt.

A disbelieving eyebrow raised on Sam’s face. “Are you sure? She seemed fine half an hour ago. What happened?”

"I dunno man, maybe it’s her time of the month or something,” I muttered. I knew Sam wouldn’t believe me. So when he wordlessly stood up and trudged down the hallway towards her room, I followed closely behind him. He nudged the door to Y/N’s room open and saw her lying under the duvet, just as I’d left her. “See? She’s resting, so I wouldn’t disturb her. You know how moody she gets when she gets woken up.” Sam gave me another suspicious look before silently making his way to the garage, and I followed.

Your POV

When you woke up, you felt groggy. Why were you under your bedsheets fully-clothed? You sat up and rubbed your eyes as the last few moments of your consciousness resurfaced from your memory. The hunt. Dean. The cloth.

“Son of a bitch!” you cussed as you launched yourself out of the bed, stumbling over your own feet a little in your half-drugged state. Using the wall for support until you gained your balance, you headed straight for the garage and, as you expected, the Impala was missing.

Letting out a frustrated scream, you dug into your pocket for your phone and stabbed the keypad until Dean’s number was dialling. Voicemail. Of course. You tried Sam’s. To your relief, the call was answered.

“Y/N.” It was Dean that had picked up, throwing you off guard for a moment. Only a moment.

“Dean, what the fuck are you doing? You drugged me?”

“We will talk when I get back,” he said coldly. The line went dead. With a frustrated scream, you punched the wardrobe and heard a crack. You drew your fist back and at the sight of the hole, you hoped that was all that made the sound. Then the pain kicked in and you clutched your hand in agony.

That son of a bitch. Just wait until you laid your eyes on him.

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A Descent Into Insanity - Chapter Two

Based on request by @sweetpotato-97

Note: the reader in a way is innocent and does not know that Dean is in love with them.

Pairing: None (yet)

Characters: Dean & Sam

Warnings: none, other than a slightly protective Dean

Word Count: 1,573

A couple of days after the incident at the bar, the Winchester brothers headed back out on another hunt. You had asked to go with them, but Sam explained that there was another case in Indianapolis that would need investigating once their case was resolved. He told you that there had been at least four cases of seemingly normal people suddenly turning violently on their loved ones, ultimately killing them. Sam asked you to do some more research before they went to investigate, to try and understand what they’d be running into - and promised that you could accompany them on that one.

After spending a day pouring over internet articles you were convinced you were dealing with a siren. The only problem though, was the article didn’t say anything about their weaknesses, only their powers. You did notice, though, that one of the articles you had read was authored by a woman in Lincoln, Nebraska, only a few hours away from the bunker.

You knew the boys wouldn’t be home wouldn’t be home for at least another day, so you decided to pay the woman a visit to see if you could find out anything else from her. You grabbed your phone, a map and a couple of twenties for gas and set off.

When you arrived at the woman’s house, she was a nice enough lady. She invited you in for tea and when you got to talking, it turned out she had crossed paths with John Winchester before. You hadn’t met the man - who was something of a legend in the hunter world - but you’d heard many a story that made you disappointed that you’d never had the opportunity to meet the man, not just because he was Dean and Sam’s father.

After holding polite conversation with the lady for about an hour, you realised you weren’t going to get any more information than what was in the article, so you said your thank yous and made your excuse to depart. Once you got back into your car, you checked your cell for any messages. Shit. The battery was dead and you’d left your charger back at the bunker. With a sigh, you started the engine and made your way back home.

When you pulled up to the bunker, you were stiff from the long drive and cranky with hunger. You swung the door open and had barely set foot inside when Dean pounced on you, his hands gripping your upper arms and lifting you off the ground, holding you inches from his face.

“Where the hell have you been?” He roared, fury flaming in his eyes. “I have been calling you for hours!”

You struggled against him, but it was useless. Your legs flailed helplessly in the air. “Jesus, Dean, I was following up with a source about this case in Indianapolis. And since when do I have to share my whereabouts with you at all times?”

Dean lowered you to your feet, but pinned you against the wall. “For all I know, you could be in danger,” he growled. “You left no text, not even a note to say where you’d gone.”

“I wasn’t expecting you guys back yet!” You argued, still not understanding why you had to explain yourself. “Will you relax?”

“Y/N!” Sam’s voice came from behind Dean. “See, Dean, I told you she’d be fine. You were so worked up over nothing. Y/N, you should have seen him when he realised you weren’t here. I swear he lost his freakin’ mind.” Dean’s grip released you then, and within seconds he was in his brother’s face. The grin that was on Sam’s face a moment ago suddenly faded.

“Oh yeah, and what if she had been in trouble, Sammy? What if she got hurt, or worse? I bet you wouldn’t find it so amusing then, would you?”

You were a little relieved to see the same confusion that you felt fall upon Sam’s face, confirming that Dean was acting completely unreasonably. “Dude, will you chill? She’s a grown-ass woman, not to mention one who hunted alone for years before she met us. And saving your ass, may I remind you? Give her some cred, yeah?” Dean stepped back from his brother, but the scowl didn’t leave his face.

"If you’re both quite finished,” you said sharply. “I think I know what we’re dealing with in Indianapolis. So why don’t you go clean yourselves up, then I’ll talk you through what I’ve found out. We can prepare to leave first thing in the morning.”

Dean glared at you before storming off towards his bedroom. Sam scoffed at his older brother’s behaviour before turning to follow.

“Hey, Sam,” you said softly, reaching out and tugging on his sleeve. He turned back to you. “Thanks about that. I didn’t wanna say anything in front of Dean, I know he feels like we gang up on him sometimes. But I appreciate it.”

Sam gave you a kind smile and a gentle shrug. “Didn’t say nothin’ that wasn’t true.” His smile faltered for a moment and concern tugged at the corner of his eye.

“What’s wrong, Sammy?” You probed. Dean would always poke fun at Sam for being a worry-wort, but you quickly learned that Sam worried based on his gut - and it rarely misled him.

The tall man dragged a hand through his shaggy hair. “I dunno, just Dean was acting a bit weird on the hunt,” he said slowly. “Honestly, I didn’t expect us to be back this early either. But for some reason Dean wouldn’t even sleep while were away. He was constantly checking the time, saying we needed to get back to the bunker. He wouldn’t explain why. But I guess this was our third back-to-back hunt, so he probably just wanted to get back and rest.” You could tell he wasn’t really convinced, so he certainly wasn’t convincing you, but you let it slide. You both shared a concerned smile before Sam turned on his heels and headed to his bedroom.

You followed him down the hallway then took a different turn and stopped outside Dean’s room. You stared at the door for a good five minutes, wondering if you were about to walk into another ambush. Breathing deeply, you knocked gently. “Hey, Dean? It’s me, can we talk?”

A moment later, the door opened and you realised he must have just come out of the shower. He’d thrown some joggers on, but his hair was still wet and there were beads of water dripping down his bare chest. Your mind suddenly went reeling back to that first night you met, when he and Sam took you to the bar to thank you for saving Dean. You found him incredibly attractive. You had watched how each muscle in face flexed and relaxed as he talked, smiled, laughed. Sure, you flirted with him a little, despite the age gap between you. You were closer to Sam’s age, but something in you just sparked with Dean. At some point that evening, when Sam excused himself to the men’s room, you made your move on Dean - some less-than-subtle suggestion that you had a problem with your brake light and could he come look at it. In hindsight, you realised that it was a stupid move - he and Sam had followed you in the Impala back to your motel earlier that day, so he would have known full well there was no issue with your lights. He gave you a soft smile and let you down gently - that you weren’t really his type. That you deserved to settle down with someone, and he wasn’t prepared to be that someone for anyone.

“Did you want something?” Dean’s voice snapped you back to the present and you realised you’d been staring at him in silence uncomfortably long.

“Um, yeah, just that I’m sorry I didn’t text you guys where I was,” you said, toying with a fraying thread on the sleeve of your jacket. You didn’t really feel like you needed to apologise, but you wanted to clear the air with Dean, especially if you’d be going on a hunt together tomorrow. You both needed to be focused. “I understand you were just worried about me.”

Dean sighed and stepped back from the door, letting you in. He scrubbed a hand over his face, looking uncomfortable - as he always did if anyone even breathed the word ‘emotions’. “I just... when we got back to the bunker and you weren’t here, I just panicked. I didn’t know where you were, who you were with. I got sca-” he stopped himself, clearing his throat and straightening up. “Just don’t do that again, ‘kay?”

You nodded and approached him gingerly for a hug. You knew he wasn’t exactly the touchy-feely type. But to your surprise, he welcomed the gesture and embraced you, giving you a squeeze. If you didn’t know better, you could have sworn he just smelled your hair. You stepped back and shook the feeling off.

“Let me go make dinner,” you said with a smile. “I still need to fill you and Sam in on the Indianapolis case, and I know it’s pointless trying to hold your attention on an empty stomach.” You gave him a friendly wink before leaving his room.

Why did you get the feeling he was watching you walk away?

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Dean tags: @akshi8278

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Do Not Disturb (One-shot)

Pairing: Dean x Lisa x Reader

Summary: Inspired by the song Do Not Disturb by Halestorm, you are sitting at a hotel bar having a drink before you are soon to get ready to leave for a flight. You bump into a handsome man and his beautiful girlfriend, both of whom are pretty drunk. Itching for a good time, you convince them to come back to your room for some fun...

Warnings: smut, threesome, drunken sex, bondage, light smothering, basically just pure porn

Word Count: 1,688

Your head was buzzing nicely from your fifth vodka and coke as you watched the clock impatiently. You still had hours to kill before you had to head to the airport for your flight, and you felt a desperate itch to blow off some steam before you were stuck in a tin can for eight hours. You tuned into the music, letting the lyrics swim through your head.

Oh baby let me taste ya, shake ya, tie you up and break ya 'Cause I've been alone, left on my own for too long

The door of the hotel bar swung open, diverting your attention to the gorgeous couple walking in. He was extremely good-looking, with beautiful features, sandy hair, and what you could confidently assume was a toned body just by the sight of his strong arms and defined jawline. She was an equally pretty brunette, soft eyes and full lips. Lips that you would love to feel on your-

“Deeean,” she giggled in a sultry tone, interrupting your thoughts. “Go and grab us some drinks please honey, I’ll find us a table.”

Dean nodded and approached the bar, standing intoxicatingly close to you. He exhumed whiskey and earthy cologne. You gaze glanced to his partner who was swaying towards a table before half-collapsing into a seat.

“Your friend looks like she’s having a good night,” you commented to the gorgeous man. He glanced back at her before throwing you a cocky smile. “You fancy a bit of fun tonight?”

Dean’s eyebrow cocked at the question. “What kind of fun are we talking?”

You leaned forward and popped the top button of your blouse, revealing a hint of cleavage. “Well, in a few hours I’ll be getting on an eight-hour flight, and it would be a shame to be stuck up there without having a chance to blow off some steam first.”

His emerald eyes lingered on your breasts for a moment before he forced his gaze away. “If it wasn’t obvious, that’s my girlfriend sitting over there.”

Your smile broadened as you hopped off the barstool and leaned in to whisper in his ear. “If I were you I'd bring your girlfriend too,” you watched his cheeks flush. “Two is better than one, but three is better than two.” His eyes snapped back to your face then, a flurry of emotions running across his face. You slipped a couple of $20 notes across the bar-top towards the waitress, covering your drinks and a nice tip, your eyes not leaving Dean’s. “I'm on the very top floor, room 1334. If you fancy it.” With that, you sauntered out of the bar, feeling his gaze boring into your back as he watched you leave.

15 minutes later, there was a knock on your door and excitement flooded you. You swung the door open to reveal Dean, looking extremely excited, and his girlfriend, who was looking a little more nervous. You stepped aside to let them in before closing the door behind them, but not before you hooked the Do Not Disturb sign on the outer doorknob. The woman started whispering something into Dean’s ear.

“First threesome?” You asked her, making her jump a little at the direct question. She bit her lip and nodded. “Don’t worry sweetheart, we can take it easy to begin with. If it gets too much, you just say so, okay?” Her eyes glanced back to Dean who gave her a reassuring squeeze. She turned back to you and nodded. “I’m Y/N, by the way,” realising that you didn’t know her name, and neither of them knew yours.

“Lisa,” she responded softly.

You turned to Dean. “Dean, honey, it might help Lisa relax if you two start.” You took a seat in the corner as Dean nodded and turned Lisa to have her back to you. He leaned down to kiss her, wrapping his arms around her, and you saw her muscles visibly relax.

After a few moments passed, you approached the beautiful woman from behind and slid your hands around her waist and up to her breasts. You felt her jump a little at the touch, but she didn’t resist or stop making out with Dean. With one hand, you squeezed and kneaded her breasts, as the other slipped down her slim frame and tucked into the front of her jeans, brushing against her mound through her panties. You felt moisture. Perfect.

You spun Lisa around then, breaking their kiss, and guided her down onto the bed, where you climbed on top of her and kissed her full lips. You took Dean’s hand, pausing your kiss for a moment to suck on his fingers, before guiding his hand under your skirt as you interlocked lips with his girlfriend again. You heard a moan escape his lips as he realised you had no panties on and his fingers slipped through your folds.

Adrenaline was pumping through you in full-force by now, at which point your lips left Lisa’s and attached to your her instead, sucking and nipping at her warm flesh. At the same time, you started pulling her jeans down, when you suddenly felt a hungry tongue lapping at your cunt. You glanced over your shoulder to see Dean’s face buried into your ass, such a beautiful sight. Moaning through the pleasure, you slipped two fingers into Lisa’s dripping pussy and starting pumping, twisting and curling inside her. Her back arched, lifting off the bed, as her eyes rolled back into her head.

“Pretty little Lisa-doll,” you cooed in between nips at her neck. “Have you ever tasted a woman?” Her eyes widened then, like a deer in headlights. She shook her head furiously. “Not to worry. I want to try something - if you want to switch positions at any point, just let me know.” The brunette bit her lip before nodding.

You flipped onto your back sideways on the bed, letting your legs dangle over the edge. Dean had retracted from your pussy as you moved and watched you with interest as you pinched the hem of your skirt, pulling it up slowly to expose your swollen cunt to him. “I want you inside me, pretty boy,” you murmured in a sultry voice. You noticed Lisa shifting uncomfortably beside you, and turned to her. “Don’t worry gorgeous, you’re not getting left out. You’re sitting on my face. You’ll be making out with your boyfriend while he fucks me and makes me moan into your pretty little pussy.”

Dean was first to follow instruction, burying his hard length into you. “Fuck, Y/N,” he groaned as he bottomed out. Lisa awkwardly tried to squat over you, working out a position, but as soon as she was above you, you gripped her hips and pulled her down onto your face, sucking at her sweet juices, making her yelp. You felt her lean forward as Dean pulled her into a hard kiss, while maintaining a relentless tempo into you. Shortly after, you felt her vibrating on you as she reached her climax, and you chased her high hungrily until she twisted off of you, collapsing breathlessly onto the bed.

You lifted your eyes up to Dean, wiping his girlfriends juices off your face and threw him a cocky grin. “How about we kick this up a notch?” You suggested, to which he immediately nodded. You pulled away from him, eliciting a groan from his lips as he slipped out of you. Rummaging through your overnight bag, you pulled out a long piece of rope, presenting it to Dean, who gave you a curious look. “For emergencies,” you explained with a wink. He went to take the rope from you, but you pulled it away. “Nuh-uh, sweet boy. This is for you. Lie down.”

Dean obeyed and as you starting tying his hands to the bed, Lisa climbed onto her boyfriend and sank slowly onto his large member, extracting a delicious moan from him. Once he was firmly secured to the headboard, you sank your ass onto his face, and he wasted no time in hungrily sucking at your swollen bud. You smoothed your hands over his firm, muscular chest, tracing the stone-like definition of his beautiful body.

Lisa was lost in her own world as she gently rode her boyfriend’s hard length. You wrapped your hand around her throat and encouraged her to bounce hard, faster, making Dean moan into your cunt. You giggled delightfully at the vibration.

“Dean, honey?” you murmured.

“Mm?” Came the muffled response.

“Tap out on the headboard if it gets too much,” you instructed before fully sitting back on his face, smothering him with your plump, round ass-cheeks. That alone set him off again as he devoured into you like a hungry animal. You held your position for a few moments before tipping forward, hearing him inhale deeply through his nose, but not relenting his feast on your pussy.

You felt an orgasm quickly building in you, and from the looks of Lisa’s face, she was close to snapping too. “Mm, Dean, sweetheart, have you ever made two girls cum at the same time before?” He groaned deeply into you, which you took as a no. “You’re about to - keep that going for us, pretty boy.” Placing both hands on his solid pecs, you rode his face eagerly as your coil snapped and you exploded over his face.

Lisa’s head was tipped back, her eyes shut as she chased her own high, so you licked the tip of your middle finger and gave her clit a gentle rub in small circles, making her buck and sending her over the edge. As you came down from your climax, you lifted off of Dean’s face just in time to watch his features scrunch up in beautiful ecstasy as he, too, came. You tugged at Dean’s restraints, releasing him, as the three of you collapsed in a messy, sweating heap.

“So Lisa, darlin’,” you panted. “How was your first threesome?”

Her eyes flickered up to meet yours. “Are you leaving for your flight soon, or do you have time for round two?”

Dean tags: @akshi8278

Divider credit: @firefly-graphics

#smut #dean winchester #lisa braeden #supernatural #spn #spn fanfic #dean x reader #lisa x reader #dean x reader x lisa

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