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bigfan-fanfic · 2 years

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My Pining Is Meant to Be from Afar (Male!Reader x Dean Winchester)

Requested by anonymous for Dean, with all his issues, gets real freaked out about fake dating his future bf to catch a monster. It's only afterward that he realizes he was flustered because he actually liked the guy. Cue a make-up, actual date where he tries to be real cheesy and romantic despite his instincts to just ignore all that mess

It had taken a LOT of convincing to get Dean to participate.

Apparently, saving people and hunting things (the family business) became a lot less palatable to the Winchesters when it involved going into a gay bar to lure out an incubus that had carved out its niche among gay men.

You, having mentioned quite early on that you were gay to the Winchesters when they first came to use your expertise as a researcher, are having none of their bs, and you've practically ordered Dean to serve as your date.

Sam wasn't sure whether or not to be offended or to tease Dean and so got the chance to do neither. You weren't necessarily the clubbing type, but you knew enough of the scene to dress Dean appropriately, keeping him in his tight jeans and making him wear a leather jacket over a tight black tank top.

"So, uh... this the kind of first date, uh... your kind goes on?" Dean asks, clearly somewhat uncomfortable watching a bunch of men dancing together, some women speaking to each other and paying them no attention.

"Dean, my kind?" you raise an eyebrow. "We're not different species. And we're not all the same. I prefer something a little less loud, you know?"

Dean nods. "I, uh... don't really know what I like. I don't actually go on a lot of dates. Mostly it's just, you... you look at a girl who seems like she's alone and you flirt, and then you head back to the motel, right? Sock on the door."

"Hooking up." you say. He nods. "There's a lot of that among 'my kind' too." You smile at him. "But hey, we date too."

Dean gulps, jumping a little when a shirtless man squeezes past him, brushing a hand across his broad back. "So, uh... if this was a date, what would we do?"

You chuckle. "If this was a date, I'd probably have taken you to a cafe or diner and then on a walk. I tend to take things slow."

"That... sounds nice." Dean smiles for a moment before glancing around. "But say we were on the kind of date that'd get this incubus on us."

"Then we'd dance, Dean." you smirk. "We'd dance and I'd grind against you and you'd at some point take your shirt off, and then that incubus would ask to do a body shot off you, and then would try to charm you, and you'd take him to the Impala and Sam will handle the rest."

It happens pretty much as you say. Dean is still a little awkward but lets it all happen, marches onto the dance floor and though at first he does his little straight white boy dance he starts to loosen up and get more into gyrating and grinding.

At some point, Dean loses his shirt, throwing his jacket into the crowd.

And then the incubus comes up. It's a little odd for you, because he looks a lot like Dean and you wonder what he looks to Dean, but then Dean pretends to ditch you and leaves with the incubus. You call Sam, and lickety-split you're all headed home.

Dean seems a bit out of sorts as you all relax for a while before the brothers head out on other jobs. At one point, you and Dean go to a diner to get some burgers and shakes, and he suddenly looks at you.

"Uh... Y/N?"

"Yeah?"

"This is... well... a nice little place. Quiet. Cozy."

You nod.

"And it's... well, you said, at the club..."

Dean sighs and clears his throat. "Y/N, I like you, okay? I like you a lot, in the way that means I wanna go out on dates and be close to you all the time and all that stupid sappy crap, okay?"

You smile. "So... did you ask me out here, or am I taking you on a date?"

Dean chuckles back and boldly reaches out, putting his hand in yours. "As long as I'm on a date with you."

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onionsaremeansstuff · 2 years

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Dads save the day

Pairing: Destiel x son!reader ( Platonic)

Gender: Male

Warning: Mentions of sex

"Calm down, Y/N. You'll do great on your test today." Your dad, Castiel, reassured you. "You studied a lot this past week, and Sam even helped and said that you'll do awesome. You got this."

"And even if you don't do well this time, you can always do better next time." Dean, your other dad, said, looking at you in the rearview mirror before bringing his eyes back onto the road. "We'll still be proud of you, regardless of the outcome."

Cas placed his hand on top of yours in the backseat and you could feel his grace running through you, easing the tension that was suffocating you. "It's gonna be alright, okay?"

You could feel yourself begin to calm down as you sent your dads a small nod.

You said goodbye to your parents after exiting the car and made your way inside the school.

With every step you took, you could feel your heart beating faster and faster as you tried to remember everything your parents told you. You paused, taking a deep breath in before resuming your walk to your first class.

It's been about ten minutes since the test has started and you were answering most of the questions pretty quickly. Guess all that time you spent studying with Sam was paying off.

Just as you flipped the page, the lights in the classroom went out. That was weird, but then again, this school is pretty old. One of the lights in your last-period class tends to flick off and on at times. The lights ended up turning on a few seconds later.

You shook your head as you continued taking your test.

"You know, Cas, when you said that you wanted to give me a hand during work today, I thought I'd actually be getting a hand job instead of actual help." Dean said, closing the hood of the car and wiping his hands with a white cloth.

Cas raised an eyebrow, not that his husband could even see it. He placed the toolbox he was holding down on the table and walked over to Dean, wrapping his arms around him from behind as Dean leaned into his husband's touch.

"I can always give you a helping hand now." Castiel whispered seductively in his ear, hand coming down to unzip Dean's pants, but the sound of someone clearing their throat made him pause, both men in the room whipping their heads over to stare at Bobby who stood in the doorway with his arms crossed.

"You lovebirds should find a room. I don't need you guys coming on the toolbox again." Bobby said and both men blushed, remembering the time when they fucked in here and got come all over the place.

"Hey, Bobby. What do you need." Dean asked, getting out of Cas' grasp to face Bobby fully. He wanted to know what the older man needed, so he could finally have some fun with his husband.

"I just wanted to let you both know that I tracked down some demons here that are causing havoc." Bobby explained.

"You know that we don't find demons anymore, Bobby." Cas spoke up, pulling up a chair and sitting down in it.

"I'm well aware of that fact, but the demons I tracked happen to be at Y/N's school, so I thought you'd want to hear about it."

Immediately, Dean reached into a box hidden underneath the small table in the room. It was the colt. He kept it in case they would have a run-in with demons or any supernatural creature would show up near his family because he knew that no matter how hard he tried, he could never escape this life, even if he wanted to.

"See, this is exactly why I didn't want Y/N to go to a public school, or at least without having me to watch over him."

"Calm down, Cas. The only thing we know is that the demons are at his school, so we'll kill them before they hurt anyone okay?" Dean said and Cas reluctantly nodded. "Relax, we'll kill them before they hurt anyone."

Dean wouldn't let anyone lay a finger on his son. Not in this life, or any life.

Finally, You thought as you answered the final question to the test. It actually wasn't that bad. Looking back on it, you made a bigger deal over doing bad on this test for nothing. You knew that you would definitely be getting an A on this test.

Just as you were about to stand up and hand the test in, the door to the room opened and you saw two men enter. Something seemed off about them...

"Hello gentlemen, may I help-"

The teacher didn't even have a chance to finish that sentence and you watched in horror as the man with the blonde hair pulled out a knife and stabbed the teacher right through the chest. And his eyes... they were black. Demons.

A few people let out a piercing scream as they ran to the back of the class. You stood up, only to realize that you didn't have anything to defend yourself or the people in the room. Your dads never let you have a knife or a gun since you were still quite young.

The brunette turned to look through the sea of kids who looked frightened to their very core until his eyes landed on you. A smirk plastered itself on his face a second later and he was standing right in front of you in the blink of an eye, his hand wrapping around your throat as you struggled to breathe.

"Well, if it isn't Y/N Winchester." His eyes turned pitch black. "We've been waiting a long time to finally meet you." You felt something prick your neck and darkness overtook you in seconds.

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Dean and Castiel arrived at the school.

"Okay, baby, be on the lookout for-" Dean paused when a scream was heard from somewhere in the distance. Both men ran down a couple of hallways before they saw two men who they presumed were demons carrying their son who was unconscious.

Anger and fear clawed into the parents' hearts along with determination not to let anything happen to their child. Castiel's eyes became crystal blue as he teleported behind the blonde and stabbed him from behind. Dean took great pleasure in shooting the demon who was holding his son right in the head with the colt. You dropped right on the floor with a loud thud.

The two worried parents immediately went over to check on their son as Dean checked for a pulse and immediately let out a sigh of relief that his boy was still alive, just unconscious.

"He has a pulse. He'll be okay, but can you still use your angel mojo to heal him anyway."

Cas nodded. "I will, and take him back to Bobby's. Clean up this mess please." He ordered as he bent down and teleported you and himself out of there before his husband could object.

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Two fingers were pressed against your forehead and you slowly opened your eyes, regaining consciousness.

You quickly sat up, a headache beginning to form from moving too quickly.

"Glad to see that you're awake." The sound of your dad, Castiel's voice, made you look over to your right to see him standing next to your bed.

"Dad! There were demons at the school and-"

"We took care of the demons, don't worry." Reassurance was laced in Castiel's voice. "Your papa is at the school taking care of them. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, I guess." You mumbled. "I just wish that I could have protected myself and the other students better without needing my parents to come in and save the day and I wish that I wasn't so useless. I mean, I'm going to go to college soon. How am I supposed to be on my own if I need my parents to protect me all the time."

You knew that you sounded very pathetic but you didn't care at this particular moment.

"Hey." Cas sat down next to you on the bed and brought you into a brief hug. "You're not useless, nor do you need to be protected. And that's precisely our fault. We never really trained you and you didn't have anything to protect yourself either. Sometimes, it's good to be protected. Besides, I'm an Angel of the Lord, it's my job to protect. I'll always be here for you, okay?"

You nodded, letting out a small sigh. "I hear you but it's still very pathetic that I can't even do the basics of hunting."

"Your father and I did our best to keep you away from hunting for fear that we would lose you because of it. Don't blame yourself because of that. If you want, I can teach you some things about being a hunter, but you can't tell your dad, alright?"

You nodded with a smile. You didn't really want anything to do with this life, but you would love for a chance to learn how to defend yourself in case something happens one day.

"How about we get something to eat. How does (favorite food) sound?"

"Oh God, yes. I'm starving." You stood up slowly and walked out of the room with your dad.

Today was exhausting, but at least you know your dads will always be here for you, and that made this day slightly better.

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xmalereader · 2 years

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DBH Conner X Male Reader X Winchester Brothers

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I wrote something like this on my old account many years back and never posted it here after I got it back XD so, I will be giving off a small crossover between DBH and Supernatural! Hope you like it!

Summary: Reader is an angel who can time travel. The winchester brothers find out that he has the ability to time travel and has been working in supernatural cases, but not alone. He always has a strange fellow following him everywhere, someone who is not from this timeline or human.

Warnings: crossover, sam and Dean are confused, time travel, Conner is a softy and a deviant, mentions of hank, Castiel doesn’t like reader, reader has a love hate relationship with the Winchester brothers, overprotective Conner, slight angst, fluff, blood, violence, hurt reader, hurt Conner, mentions of Markus.

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His back was in pain, aching and hurting as he lied on the dirt ground. He felt like he couldn’t move and even if he tried to shift a little he felt like he would pass out. His moves his head slowly, looking to his left only to see blood everywhere. His eyes dart towards the trail of blood and his eyes slowly widen as he takes notice of the discarded feathers around him, causing him to cry in pain once he noticed where the blood was coming from.

His wings were broken, almost ripped off from his back. A sob escaped his lips, he could hear the sound of rapid footsteps and a voice calling out his name. He tries to focus on the voice calling out to him, moving slowly as he feels someone wrap there fingers around his arms as he was lifted up from the ground. The sudden movement made him scream out in pain, lying his head on the others shoulder as his blacks out.

The next time he wakes up he’s lying in bed, staring at the white curling as he groans softly, looking around the room before moving down to check out his injuries. His chest and back were wrapped up in bandages, his fingers trail around the bandages as he slowly sits up. The pain was gone but moving still hurt his back and chest so he was careful when removing the covers and getting up. He moves slowly as towards the doorway, standing in a hallway.

He takes notice of the familiar paintings and sighs in relief. He was back at Markus house, after Carl passed away he passed his home and valuables to Markus instead of his son. As much as the old man loved his son, Markus was always the one there for him and created precious memories with the sudden deviant.

The large home was created into a sanctuary for Deviants who were lost or needed a place to stay for the night before moving on. The damn house was always full of different androids but each one was friendly and had there own unique flaws.

As he stumbled down the stairs he makes sure to grip the railing. He had one hand on the rail and the other against his side, wincing at the bandages tugging onto him. He carefully makes it to the bottom, making his way towards the living room where he finds the place full with a few androids walking around, talking, reading, playing games, doing anything really.

He’s quick to spot Markus in the crowd and makes his way over. “Markus.” He calls out softly, his voice feeling hoarse as he clears his throat. Markus turns around to see Y/n standing a few feet away from him. “Y/n.” Markus rushed to his side and helps him sit down on the couch. “You are to be resting, you haven’t healed yet.” He instructed him.

“Sorry, I just—what happened? I black out and—“

“Conner brought you here.”

“Conner.” Y/n’s eyes widen in realization. “Conner, is he okay?” He is frantic to ask, standing to quickly he feels a jolt of pain run down his back causing him to seize up. “He’s fine.” Markus gently grips his shoulders, easing him back down on the couch.

“He was a bit injured when he brought you to us, but you had it worse.” Markus explains, standing in front of him as he scanned him and checked his vitals, making sure that nothing else was broken. “Do you remember what happened?” He questions.

Y/n slowly shakes his head. “I—no.” He couldn’t remember much of the event but he did remember screaming and the sound of voices yelling at him, but he doesn’t remember anything before that. He open and closes his mouth, wanting to ask if Markus knew but didn’t know if he did.

Before he could try to ask he hears someone call his name out. “Y/n!” He looks up to see Conner standing at the entrance of the living room. Y/n takes him in, Conner wasn’t Injured, he still looked fine and brand new. He brushes Markus hands away as he stands up to approach Conner. The ex deviant hunter walks forward and is quick to scoop him up in his arms.

For an android he sure does show a lot of emotions. Conner was still new to the whole deviant thing that sometimes showing his emotions makes him feel awkward or uncomfortable. It’s been almost a year since androids took over Detroit and claimed their freedom. Many androids were also getting used to the new ways.

As Y/n sighs into Conners chest, he too wraps his arms around the droid. “I’m fine.” He whispers, reassuring the other as he gently pulls away, giving off a small wince. Conner is quick to let go, apologizing for pulling him in to hard. “Markus told me that you got injured but look fine to me.”

Conner nods. “I lost some Thirium but by the time we arrived to Markus they were able to get us both fixed up. I wasn’t badly injured but you—“ his eyes shift to the bandages, trailing up his body and over his shoulder where Conner can see his broken up angel wings, feathers missing and blood cleaned off. “You had it worse.”

Y/n hadn’t looked in the mirror yet. He knows that angel wings are invisible to the human eyes but Conner wasn’t human and with the advanced technology installed inside of him, he is able to see his wings. The bandages were around his chest and back and that’s because his injured his wings, he hasn’t checked to see how bad it is because he’s afraid of seeing something worse.

“They will heal and I’ll get better, just takes time.” Y/n pats Conner on the shoulder and looks around the room before Conner speaks up again. “Those two men who chased after us are here.”

Y/n’s breath hitched at his statement.

“Stop!”

“We have to keep going, Conner! I can probably takes us back home once we jump!”

“No it’s too dangerous!”

“We don’t have a choice!”

He’s started to remember. The two were in a different timeline, investigating a crime scene and were suddenly being chased by two men. They were quickly discovered due to Conner accidentally showing his real skin which caused them to get chased. Y/n had taken Conners hand and made a jump, turns out the other two must have held onto him. Causing them to come to this timeline and for Him to get Injured.

Because of them Y/n won’t be able to jump for a few weeks, his wings were healing and who knows how long they will take to heal. He is slowly filled with fury as he grips his pants. “Where are they.” He asks Conner, giving him a deadly glare.

Conner doesn’t flinch or move. “There in the art room.” He simply replies. Y/n turns around and heads towards the art room. He could hear Markus calling out to him and Conner following, he was moving fast that the pain was slowly returning but he ignored it and instead focused reaching the two strangers who stood in the art room alone.

Y/n slams the doors opened, startling the two men. He huffs out a chuckle and approached them. “You fucking idiots!” He shouts, getting there attention as he gets ready to attack them but is quickly stopped by Markus and Conner. The sudden shout brought the attention of both Simon and North who were near the art room.

The other two Deviants came in and helped Markus in holding Y/n back and from murdering the two men in front of them. “Let go! I’m going to murder these two!” He shouts.

“That’s enough!” Markus shouts, holding Y/n back. “Arguing won’t help, I understand that you are upset but we have to focus here. These two aren’t from here Y/n and they are probably confused.”

“Very confused.” One of them says.

“Shut up.” North bites back, glaring at the two as the man’s eyebrows rose in surprise at her sudden outburst.

“Listen.” The taller man calls out, holding his hands up. “We don’t want to cause trouble, we just wanted to talk to you and next thing you know we end up here. We have no idea where we are or what’s going on.” His soft explanation causes them all to calm down.

Y/n pulls away from the then and glares at the two. “I know who you are, I should’ve noticed the minute you stepped into that crime scene.” He points at the two brothers.

“Damn Winchester’s getting in the way like always.” He spits out, crossing his arms over his chest.

The oldest winchester raised a brow. “You know us?”

“Every angel in heaven knows who you are.”

“Your an angel.” Sam winchester asks, letting out a small breath of relief.

Y/n looks away. “Something like that.” He mutters back, grazing his hand against his own chest. “I’m an angel but don’t do what the rest of the angels do.” He adds, letting the winchesters know that he wasn’t a minion in heaven and that he actually had his own life and control.

“Okay look,” Dean steps forward but is stopped by Conner stepping in front of Y/n. Dean raised his hands in surrender. “Easy.”

Conner eyes him, scanning Dean in front of him. “I won’t hurt you, I’m just holding her back so that she doesn’t try to kill you.” He warns.

“That’s—nice?” Dean shrugs out in confusion.

“Why don’t you tell us who you are and why you are here.” North cuts in, stepping up to stand in front of everyone. North is a ruthless deviant and won’t hesitate to get her way. “Talk, now.”

The two brothers are frightened by her command. “I’m Sam and this is Dean, my brother. We were both investigating a case when we took notice of them.” Sam nods towards Y/n and Conner.

“We saw them together and took notice him—“ he points to Conner. “Doing some weird thing with his hand that we thought he was the reason of the attack.”

“So you chased after the without asking questions?” North questions, raising a brow.

“Well we—“

“You chased them and while they tried to return back home you decide to cling onto him and not only damage Conner but nearly rip off Y/n’s wings!” North yells at the two.

Both brothers grow silent, Y/n is the one to break it. “North, easy.” He gently placed a hand on her arm. Both Y/n and North have grown close throughout the years, they treated each other like siblings. No matter how different they were, north always treated him like family and was protective of him. “If you don’t calm down you can self destruct.” He reminds her.

North shakes her head, looking away in anger as Y/n steps up. “North’s right, if you wanted to know if Conner or I were responsible of the victims death you could have asked instead of chasing after us and ending up back here.”

Sam raised a finger. “Where exactly is here?”

“You are in the city of Detroit, year 2040.” Conner blurts out, standing next to Y/n’s side as the two brothers stare at them with wide eyes.

“Detroit?”

“Year 2040?”

The two ask at the same time. “Wait, so we are in the year 2040 meaning the future? 18 years from now?” Dean questions, the two confused and amazed.

“Yes, you two are in the future meaning that a lot has changed.” Y/n explains. “I could send you back to your own timeline but due to what you did to my wings—“ He placed a hand over his shoulder, his fingers stroking his upper back. “You’ll have to stay here for a few weeks.”

“Wait a few weeks? We can’t stay that long we have someone who’s probably looking for us.”

“To bad, I’m your only way home and because of what you did you’re stuck with us.” With that he gives the brothers one last glare and leaves the room, Conner helping him along the way as he walks back to the main room he was suppose to be resting. “I don’t think it’s a good idea to have the winchesters around.” Conner said, helping Y/n up the stairs.

“Yeah, me neither.” He breaths out. “But maybe they can help us.” He glanced over to Conner, his eyes full of worry and confusion. “Why would they help us? We are androids they hunt supernatural begins. They don’t know our history.”

“Markus told me that some androids are becoming deviants, but instead of helping our cause they are making humans hate us even more by causing destruction and hatred. Maybe they can help us hunt down the deviant who is causing this mess, once we stop them we can continue to help Markus.” After Detroit fell into the hands of the androids, majority of the population were humans who stayed behind.

Many people had evacuated the city due to the actions of deviants. There were many who hated them and many who took there side, understanding how they felt and that they deserved to be freed. The people who hated deviants and androids somehow faced the consequences of those deviants who decided to cause chaos without Markus knowing, tainting his name and work.

Markus and his friends didn’t work this hard and far to be put down again, they weren’t going to allow another civil war to break out. Which is why Y/n needs to hunt down those deviants.

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After Conner left Y/n to rest he heads downstairs to the living room where both Sam and Dean were waiting. “Will have to keep an eye on you.” Said Simon. He stood near the two brothers, giving them a sympathy look. He knew they were far from home and won’t be returning for awhile, the two are stuck here for awhile.

“I can take it from here.” Conner announced. He gives Simon a small nod and allows the deviant to head back to the others before turning his gaze to the winchesters. “Y/n is resting right now and put me in charge of watching you two.”

Sam asks. “I thought angels couldn’t sleep?”

“Y/n taught herself to sleep, he’s been doing it for years now.”

“An angel taught themselves to sleep?” It was Dean this time who questioned it.

Conner can only nod in response. “He also told me to give you these.” He holds his arms out, shaking them the books and tablets that he was holding. “He wants you to catch up in the history of deviants and androids, you aren’t to leave the house until you know a bit more of our situation.” He nods towards an empty room that’s attached to the living area.

He guided the brothers to the room and sets the stuff down on the coffee table. “Take your time, in the meantime I’ll be here doing my own research on a current situation that Y/n and I have to handle.”

Both Sam and Dean sat down, picking up the different books and tablets. Sam flips one of the tablets and his eyes widen, impressed by the technology. “Technology is so advanced here.”

“Tell me about it.” Dean holds one of the books in hand. “So, your an android? Like a robot.”

Conners expression is blank. “Yes, we are somewhat like robots but of course a lot more advanced.” He explains, going through his own program and doing research of the rouge deviants roaming around the city and causing them trouble. He also holds one of the tablets in his hand to get access to the news and to see if he could find anything.

“Oh wow.”

Conner looks up when he hears Deans voice. “Androids are expensive.”

Sam laughs. “Dean, this is the future. Every time technology advances it also becomes expensive. Besides, androids are very intelligent. Looks like there are various models but can’t find yours Conner, which is strange.”

Conner fidgets with the tablet in hand and sighs. “My model is an RK800, I was designed and programmed to work in the Police force and hunting down deviants. But, as the deviants grew into power I was able to find my own path and became a deviant myself. I no longer hunt down my own people. I was the first prototype of a new generation but also became the last.”

“They discontinued it after you became deviant?” Sam connects the dots, scoffing. “What’s the difference in becoming a deviant.”

Conner sets his tablet down and turns in his seat to face the brothers, providing them a further explanation. “A deviant feels emotions and has the ability to make own choices. We were created and programmed to follow orders, if something were to go wrong we are to be destroyed and to see what caused us to fail. Most androids found deviance before Markus became the leader.”

“What caused them to become a deviant.” This time it was Dean.

“Abuse—“ Conner blurts out. “Curtain situations lead to rational decisions.” With that the ex hunter turns back to his research, turning in his chair to face his back to them while the brothers sat in silence and went back to reading.

The three remain in silent for a short period of time until Y/n stepped inside the room, catching Conners attention first as he stands from his seat. “Feeling better?” He asks. Y/n nods slowly, “yeah I had one of the nurse androids check up in me. Told me that it’ll take about six weeks to heal so,” he eyes the brothers. “You are stuck with us for awhile.”

Dean groans. “Damn, Cas will be worried if he doesn’t know where we are.”

Y/n raised a brow at the sudden name. “Cas? As in Castiel?”

“Yeah, you know him.” Y/n frowns at the known name. “Yeah we knew each other.” He mumbled out, rubbing his hands together in a nervous action, something that Conner takes notice of and stands next to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “I have a lead on the rouge deviants, go get changed and will head out soon.”

“Got it.” Y/n does as Conner says, heading back to the room where he was staying at to get some warm clothes on. It was nearing winter in Detroit and the weather was changing quickly, the air was cold but no signs of snow yet but soon there’ll be some snow and the city will be covered in a white canvas.

Once he gets changed and zips up his jacket he can’t help but look in the mirror, his eyes widening in fright at the sight of his wings. They were both broken and missing feathers. This was his first time looking in the mirror, he told himself many times not to look at them but he couldn’t help but worry. He was gonna have to get used to not being able to fly.

He takes averts his gaze from the mirror and darts out the door, ignoring the image in his head as he goes back to the living room. “Alright let’s go.” He calls out to Conner and heads towards the door, getting ready to leave until Conner stops him. “What about the winchesters?”

“What about them?”

“We can’t leave them here, Markus doesn’t trust them enough to be alone here.” Y/n groans and rolls his eyes. “Fine, they can come with us.” He looks over his shoulder to glare at the two. “You jackasses are coming with us, now hurry up and get outside and in the car before I leave your ass in the curve.” He points outside towards the car and opens the door, watching the brothers closely as they step outside and towards the car.

Y/n pinched the bridge of his nose and sighs deeply. “This is going to be a long day.” Conner chuckles next to him. “Maybe it’ll be fun.” He whispers back, giving him a wink.

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dangerousstrawberryshark · 3 years

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Surprise, Birthday Boy! (Day 10)

A/n: Hello, my 🍓Little Strawberries🍓! Welcome to day 10 of kinktober! I couldn’t think of a better title or GIF.

DAY 10: Buttplugs and Lingerie

Pairing(s): Dean Winchester x male reader

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 1247

Summary: You decided to surprise Dean on his birthday by wearing something very naughty.

I hope you enjoy it! Sorry if it’s bad, and for any errors that are discovered.

If you like this and wanna read more, you can check out my masterlist.

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M/N: Male name

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MINORS DNI. FEMALE READERS… I’ll ALLOW YOU TO READ MY FICS BUT DO NOT FETISHIZE ANY OF MY STORIES

Not sure if this is good enough. Don’t know that much about lingerie, but I tried.

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Today was Dean’s birthday, and you had a little surprise for him when he got home. He should be coming back from a hunt soon, so you had to get ready.

‘Dean would absolutely love this!’ you thought to yourself as you pulled out cow-print lingerie from your drawer. You had brought it a long time in secret so Dean wouldn’t find out. You put on the piece of clothing and went to go look at yourself in the mirror. You could see yourself in the mirror wearing it.

(This is what it looks like)

‘I look amazing in this!’ you said, turning around, checking yourself out in the mirror. The lingerie made your ass look even fatter. You knew Dean would most certainly love it, he already compliments your ass, slaps it, or squeezes it.

He would say along the lines of, “This is all mines, baby boy.” and “So, fat and squishy. I love it in my hands” he would say either one of these lines while squeezing your ass. Poor Sammy, he has to hear everything Dean says and would leave you two alone.

(Not because he had a boner about imaging your ass in his hands.)

“Mmm, I have some time before he comes home. Maybe I should have some fun?” you said, going under the bed to find a box. The box had all kinds of toys, mostly dildos ranging from 6 to 12 inches.

“There it is!” you said, finding the box of dildos. You open it and see a variety of colors and sizes. You, of course, went with the monster dildo, 12 inches long and very thick. Almost like Dean’s cock.

You grabbed the lube and began to spread it all over the large object. ‘So large and thick…’ you said, tracing your fingers along the side of it. You slide the lingerie to the side revealing your hole.

You pressed the head of the large toy at the rim of your ass before pushing it in.“Ng… mmm.” You threw your head back as the large toy stretched your ass out. You moved the dildo in and out, moaning and groaning. Then you heard your phone go off.

“I’m home.” - Dean

“Come up to the room, I have a surprise for you⁓.” - you

You immediately began to prepare. You took out the dildo and replaced it with a large buttplug that fitted nicely and put that box under the bed again. You put on one of Dean’s shirts to hide the lingerie. It was big on you.

Dean read your message and immediately dashed towards your shared room. And when he arrived, he was greeted with you wearing one of his shirts. You were sitting on the bed, waiting for him.

“Welcome, Dean.” You said, getting up and slowly walking towards him. He starts to walk towards you too. “Hello, baby boy,” Dean replied in a deep voice, grabbing your hips. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your lips against his.

Dean returns your kiss. His hands went down to grope your ass. He pulled your cheeks apart before letting go and then he felt something.

“What is this, baby boy? Were playing with yourself without daddy’s permission?” Dean said, his eyes darkened with lust. You were more turn-on as your ass twitched around the toy.

“Y-yes, daddy… I couldn’t wait. But also, I have a surprise.” you said, backing away from Dean. Removing Dean’s shirt, revealing your cow-print lingerie. It showed almost all your skin, your big thighs, and your ass.

On the front, it said, “Milk”. Dean’s cock was pressing against his pants, wanting to be released. “Surprise, birthday boy,” you said, approaching Dean again. Dean had forgotten today was his birthday, he was too caught up on the hunt to remember.

“Oh, baby boy…” Dean began to rub his hands all over your body. His lips latched onto your soft, sweet-tasting skin. You whined as he left love bites everywhere. Your hands traveled down to grab Dean’s hard cock.

Dean growled when you did. “Come on, daddy. It’s your birthday today, let me treat you to the best present ever,” you said, removing both Dean’s pants and underwear/boxer/briefs. Dean’s aching cock was set free from its cage.

You grabbed Dean by the cock and lead him to the bed. You sat him on the bed and got down on your knees. Dean looked straight down at you, lust in his eyes.

You grabbed his cock and slowly began to jerk him off. “Fuck…” Dean groaned. This was the best present he’s ever gotten.

“Time for your present!” you said, taking all 12 inches into your mouth. Dean let out a loud moan as swallowed all 12 inches down your throat. You slowly moved around his cock, your tongue swirling around the head.

Your hands began to play with Dean’s heavy cum-filled balls. “F-fuck, baby boy…” you felt Dean’s hand moved through your scalp. Some slobber was running down your chin as you sucked him faster. The taste of Dean’s pre-cum hit your taste buds.

You pulled your head back, slapping Dean’s wet cock on your slick tongue. “Are you close, daddy?” you said, giving Dean innocent eyes like you weren’t sucking him off.

“F-fuck, yeah, baby boy. Daddy is close. Get back to sucking.” Dean said, grabbing your head and shoving you back down onto his cock. You gagged but quickly regained yourself and continued.

You looked at him with hearts in your eyes. Dean began to breathe heavily, his cock was twitching inside your warm, wet mouth. “F-fuck, baby boy. I’m gonna cum soon! Does my little slutty cow want daddy’s milk?”

You pulled back to respond. “YES! I want daddy’s milk. Feed me your nutrients.” you begged with Dean’s cock twitching in your hand. After you replied, you went back to sucking.

“Y-your… mouth is so warm! I’m gonna cum!” Dean said you began to suck him faster, playing with his heavy balls. “HERE IT COMES!” Dean thrust into your mouth, you could feel Dean shoot ropes of cum sliding down your throat.

Dean’s cock was pulsating as he shot a second load into your mouth. You pulled back to breathe only for your face to be sprayed with Dean’s third load. “That was amazing, baby boy. Best birthday present ever”

You gathered all the remaining cum on your face and drank it. “That was only the first present, Dean. I have more presents to give you⁓.” you said, getting up on your legs and pushing Dean onto his back.

“I’m your slutty cow tonight.”

THE END!

A/n: I hope you enjoy this day! Be prepared for day 11! Bye, my 🍓Little Strawberries🍓!

#x male reader #male reader #male reader insert #male reader imagine #dean winchester x male reader #dean winchester #dean winchester smut #dean winchester x reader #kinktober 2021 #smut #sorry if its bad #supernatural #supernatural x male reader #supernatural x reader #supernatural dean winchester

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snuff-loves-men · 2 years

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Man-Eater

SPN Fic

Dean x Male!Reader

Summary: Reader is bopping to Man-Eater by Nelly Furtado, Dean disrupts him, proceeds to be cornered by a very large, very gay man

“Warnings”: Top??? Reader, swearing, sexual tension, Dean is a hater, lowkey song fic?, Reader fucks with Deans head

Words: 530

The kitchen was filled with life, the faint clacking of dishes being slammed together carelessly could be heard. Sweet humming was also clear, a masculine voice mumbling incorrect lyrics to Man-Eater by Nelly Furtado. His whole body moved to the tune of the pop song. The faucet was left running, water flowing off of a pile of dirty dishes.

(Y/n) stood by himself in the, otherwise empty, kitchen. He had woken up early and decided to do the brothers a favor. “Man-eater, make you work hard, make you spend hard...” He trailed off, murmuring the words. He hadn’t realized a groggy pair of eyes watching him. Mossy green eyes scanned his dancing figure, slowly coming to terms with the fact that this was indeed reality. Uncoordinated hips swayed, water being flung across the kitchen with delight, (Y/n)’s fluid movements enraptured the figure standing by. “I didn’t think anyone could enjoy doing dishes as much as you are right now.” Dean spoke up from behind the, previously vibing, man. “Jesus, Dean! Don’t do that you prick.” (Y/n) shouted, his hands clung to the sink for support.

“What song is this anyway? Thought you just listened to like, super angry music.” The hunter walked toward the radio, turning the volume down. “Dude, you don’t know Nelly Furtado? Do you live under a rock?” (Y/n) turned the volume back up, side eyeing the brute. “No, I just have taste.” The taller man gawked at his response, unbelievable. “You did not just disrespect her like that. Listen.” He further heightened the volume, each word burned into (Y/n)’s brain already.

And when he walks, he walks with passion,

The lankier of the two waltzed forward, overconfident and exaggerated steps almost made Dean laugh. He was still humming along to the tune.

When he talks he talks like he can handle it.

“What? Don’t like this kind of music, Winchester?” He teased, circling the stockier man. Almost like an animal, stalking it’s prey. Sometimes he did have the eyes of a predator.

When he asks for something, boy, he means it,

Dean cracked a lopsided smirk, amused by the dramatic display. “Whadaya mean? I can tolerate this. Just didn’t see you as the type, (Y/n).” He slowly stepped backwards as his friend closed in. “And that means…?” A smile now appeared on the taller’s face.

Even if you never ever see it.

The hunter started to falter, his tough-guy facade began to fall. He was cornered by a, surprisingly, intimidating man. “You seem so, masculine.” Dean nearly whispered. (Y/n) practically cackled, startling him. “What’s so funny?” The tough guy act was back on. “Me? Masculine? Dude I know I can pull the whole ‘grr big man, big attitude’ thing, but I didn’t think it was convincing.” His eyes held a sheen of tears from laughing. The other man was confused, was that all a ruse? Really? “Dean, buddy, pal, man. I seriously never thought I could intimidate you,” He closed in once more, trapping the brunette due to his stature, “but now that I know I can, I’m gonna abuse that.”

“I hate you.”

“You would never.”

#dean #dean winchester #dean x male reader #dean x reader #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x male reader #dean x you #dean winchester x you #song fic?#spn #supernatural #spn fic #supernatural fic #male reader #x reader

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multifandomxreader · 3 years

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Hello!! I saw that requests were open but if they aren’t feel free to ignore this!! I recently have been getting super into the SuperNatural fandom and was wondering if you could write some Dean X Reader (mlm) fluff/crack? Basically just them staying up super late and drinking energy drinks and doing random shit while watching tv and eating snacks? Please any thank you <33

Dean Winchester x Male reader

could be read as platonic or romantic

• When Dean decided to do a movie marathon with you, you knew it was going to be quite something.

• First, you picked the movies. When you couldn't choose you decided to call Charlie. She recommended Harry Potter since Dean hadn't watched them yet. (it made her very frustrated)

• Then you made a grocery list together. It looked like the list of a small child who had switched it with their mom's list hoping she wouldn't notice and would just buy everything the child wanted.

• A small summary: candy, lots of candy, popcorn, chocolate, chips, popcorn, and enough energy drinks to fight God (not that you were) oh, and don't forget the pie!

• While Dean was setting up a big white screen to project to the movie on Sam walked in. "Dean, what are you doing?" the taller brother questioned "Y/n and I are doing a movie marathon, wanna join?" Sam grimaced "Yeah, no. I'm just gonna read something and then go to bed." You laughed "Come on Sammy, you'll miss out on all the fun" "Yeah" Dean added "some boring book can't be more interesting than this" "Actually it's a thesis about..." Dean cut Sam right off "Okay that's enough, just go." Sam went back to his room, you yelled after him "Good night!"

• You surprisingly got through the first two movies without any disruptions, if you don't count Dean talking over it, yelling when someone did something stupid or hyping up the characters when they did something smart...He decided that Hermoine is his favorite just like Charlie.

• After the first movie you also took the Pottermore test to see in which house Dean is in.

• At the third one it started to get harder to pay attention, that's when you started chugging the energy drinks, that in combination with a lot of candy got you through another one.

• After four movies you decided, high on sugar, to do some karaoke. Probably not the best idea since one, Dean sings horribly false and two, it was like 3am.

• The next morning (1pm for you) Sam greeted you with a sour face. "Next time you warn me if you're going to do a movie marathon again so I can leave the bunker as fast as I can."

• You definitely did it again. (Charlie decided to join too)

#male reader #dean winchester #dean winchester x male reader #spn #supernatural #supernatural x male reader #spn x male reader #maler reader fluff #dean x male reader #request #m!reader

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I’ll Always Be Here

Author’s note: Still new to this whole writing thing. I’m open to any constructive criticism anyone has. Also, pov is a little weird in this one, I hope It’s not bothersome. Any mistakes are mine. Please enjoy!

Fandom: Supernatural

Summary: Just a cute fluffy moment between two boys in love.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x male!reader

Warnings: just a lot of fluff

Y/N was driving the impala down a back road through the night with his two favorite boys riding with him. He took over when Dean finally admitted he was too tired to drive, and with Sam already asleep in the passenger side, that left Dean to swap spots with Y/N and move to the back. It was very rare Dean ever let anyone else drive his Baby, so Y/N enjoyed it while he could. Plus, it was good that Dean was starting to admit when he needed help.

It was interesting how their relationship developed. Y/N had been introduced to the boys when he was 14, with Dean being 13 and Sam 9. Their dads occasionally hunted together after they had almost killed each other when hunting a shifter, unaware of the other's presence. After Sam had left for college, Y/N would sometimes meet up to hunt with Dean when neither wanted to admit to their dad they needed help. On those short meetups, they started to feel things neither had ever really felt, especially to another man, before. But, being the sons of who they were they were sons of, neither admitted anything, with the fear of the others or their dad's reactions.

Y/N hadn’t known about the loss of contact with John, too busy with figuring out who he was for a change after his dad died on a wendigo hunt. It was a new experience, being able to walk into a bar and flirt with all the men you wanted, with no fear of repercussions. It was actually at a bar where Y/N saw the brothers for the first time in years.

Dean was drinking, what looked to be his fifth or sixth beer, alone at the bar. A quick look around had shown Sam sitting at a table in the corner with what looked like just a water. Y/N had made his way over to Dean and tapped him on the shoulder. Dean had looked over, ready to tell someone to fuck off, when he registered is was you he was looking at. All Dean had done was look over to Sam and put a couple of bills on the counter and tick his head to the door for you to follow him out.

It was a really sad night, Sam and Dean explaining how their dad died, and their journey to continue to try and kill this demon themselves, taking any hunts they could inbetween. There were some tears as Sam explained what happened to his girlfriend. And after Sam was snoring away in one one of the motel beds, Dean tearfully told you of his guilt with his father selling his soul for him. The two of you eventually migrated to the other bed and you held him in your arms as he fell asleep on your chest.

The next morning, while Sam had been in the shower, Dean had admitted how it would be nice if you could join Sam and himself on the road. So you did. And along the way, you and Dean reconnected, and without the influence of your fathers, took the next step to being committed boyfriends, and it was amazing for the both of you. There was a different side of him you got to see, and no matter how much he said he didn't like ‘chick flick moments’ the light he had in his eyes whenever you had one never failed to make you feel warm inside.

And that’s how you got to where you were now, sitting in the front seat of the impala and glancing up to the rearview mirror to see your adorable boyfriend curled up in the backseat, using your jacket as a blanket to protect him from the cold of January. Y/N was pulled from his thoughts of the past, when the kid he saw as a little brother shifted around beside him.

“We almost there yet?” Sam asked through a yawn as he rubbed his eyes.

“Almost where? Did you want to stop somewhere?” Y/N responded in a whisper.

“It would probably be a good idea to stop there for the night” Sam responded, pointing through the windshield at a motel with its ‘vacancy’ light fully lit.

So, Y/N kept driving and with a glance at the clock, showing it was two in the morning, was glad to see the motel was open 24/7. As he pulled into a spot near the check-in, he silently nodded for Sam to go get a room.

As Sam went inside, Y/N grabbed all the bags from the trunk, being as quiet as possible as to not wake Dean. When he saw Sam walking over to a room and unlocking the door, he carried all three bags over to the room and followed Sam inside. He set the bags down on the couch and watched Sam plop down onto the bed on the opposite side of the room. Y/N got one of his hoodies from his own bag and went to pull back the sheets on the open bed in front of the door.

Tossing the hoodie on the bed, he turned and walked back out of the room and over to the impala, making sure to close the door but not latch it. Y/N opened the back passenger side door of the impala and peeked inside to see Dean still peacefully asleep with his head on the driver's side of the bench. Y/N put one knee on the bench to better reach Dean and put one arm under Dean's knees and the other behind Dean's back. Carefully lifting him into a bridal carry, Y/N felt Dean shift around in his arms to accommodate his new position, gently laying his head on Y/N’s shoulder.

Successfully getting Dean out of the car, and closing the door with his hip, Y/N made his way back to the room. Opening the room door with his back and closing it again with his foot, hearing the automatic lock click, Y/N carried Dean over to the bed the two of them would be sharing.

Dean slightly opened his eyes as he was laid on the bed, but a soft murmur of reassurance from Y/N, and he was asleep again. Removing Dean’s, and his own, jacket from Dean, Y/N laid them over a chair and took off the rest of Dean's clothes, excluding his boxer-briefs. Getting the hoodie onto Dean was pretty easy when a dazed Dean was helping get it on.

“I’m going to go get myself ready, I'll be right back, I promise,” Y/N told Dean as he tucked the blanket around his sleepy lover, getting a nod in return.

Y/N got his toiletries and another hoodie for himself from his bag and went to the bathroom to brush his teeth and change. Going back to the main room, Y/N climbed into the bed with Dean and put an arm around his shoulders to pull him onto his chest.

“You’re not going to leave… right?” Dean asked, just as you had just closed your eyes, ready to fall asleep.

“No, I won't, I plan to stay by your side for as long as you’ll have me. What brought this question up?” You told him while running your fingers gently through his hair.

“Nothing…. Just that….,” Dean sighed heavily, and you knew this was going to be another conversation that was kept secretly between the two of you. So, you laid there waiting for him to share, never stopping the motions of your fingers through his hair. And soon enough Dean continued, “It’s just that everyone leaves me eventually. First my mom, then Sammy off to college, then dad not answering my messages, I’m scared you're going to leave too.”

“I’m never going to leave you. You hear me? I’ll always be here, right by your side,” you told him empathetically, You softly gripped his head and brought his lips up to yours for a soft kiss.

“I don’t ever want you to leave me,” he said as he slowly pulled away from the kiss, “I love you.”

“I love you too Dean, get some sleep baby,” Y/N ordered with a kiss to his forehead as he closes his eyes.

Looking over to Sam’s bed, Y/N saw him lying on his back under the covers, breathing evenly in his sleep. With a final glance around the room, Y/N joined his boyfriend in a nice relaxed rest.

#dean winchester x male reader #dean x reader #supernatural fic #fluffy dean #supportive sam winchester #male reader #spn x reader #sleepy winchesters

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leatherednlace · 3 years

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A million ways to worship you

Dean Winchester x Male reader

Tags - NSFW+18, MxM, Smut, Established relashionship, First time together, Blowjob, Facefucking, Cock worship, Dean blushing, Embarrassed Dean, Facials, Compliments, kisses?

Dean’s sex on a stick…and in no way could you not resist worshipping the most beautiful cock on the planet, Dean would love to admit he didn’t like it…but secretly he did (PT 1)

A/N - IM BEING FORCED TO WRITE THIS- Enjoy!

Taglist - @wonder-cole @flamencodiva @superfanficnatural @msmarvelouswinchester

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Dean had you up against the wall, teeth attacking the sensitive spot on your neck. He could feel your pulse quicken as he did so, a small chuckle escaping his lips.

You whimper at the slight pain he induced upon you, hands curling in his hair as you pull in all different directions, trying to kiss those lips yourself.

“D-Dean please…” you moan. He finally lets up, kissing up to your chin. He watches as one of your hands travel between your hot bodies, grasping at the tent between his legs already earning you a needy grunt.

“on your knees” he groans, hands wondering up the small of your back as you switch positions, Dean now resting against the wall as his hands now rest on your shoulders, pushing you down towards the floor in a state of emergency.

Needy hands travel up along his thick thighs, closing in on his bulge. Your fingers scramble at his trouser zip, pulling it down immediately as you yourself are needy to have him finally in your mouth.

Dean watches you with a lustful glare, eyes dark as night…you really were in for a treat.

You pop the button to his trousers, watching them fall to the floor along with his tight-fitting boxers already taking to the shape of his bulge.

His cock slaps against his stomach, the tip red with rage, the thick veins running along the girthy base to the bulbous head ontop. Pulling back his foreskin your mouth instantly waters at the sight…even your shocked at how big it was.

“I-I don’t know if i can take this” you choke on your words, knowing for a fact that it was to big to fit in your mouth. A deep growl and a tug to your hair releases you of your thoughts, eyes returning to glare into his.

“You can, and you will” he groans, his hands pushing the tip to your lips, not even bothering to ask for permission, not that you minded.

You feel your lips stretch around the thickness of his cock, clearly you were already struggling to fit it in, your jaw locking as he continues to push it further down your throat.

Dean’s head falls against the wall behind him, hands pushing himself deeper and deeper until your nose is pressed into the trimmed pubes at his base, balls resting against your chin.

You feel the ache travel through your neck up along your jaw, eyes bulging from your head as the tip cause you to gag. You watch a proud Dean smirk at the way you choked around him, he’s always wanted to see you like this, a mess.

“I don’t understand why no one has ever claimed this throat, all wet and tight…hmmmm fuck” he rolls his hips sloppily down into your throat, continuous retches sounding out into the large bunker room, echoing slightly off the walls, it was like music to his ears.

Pulling out to the tip, he grins, watching as you gasp for air, choking on the spit which covered most of your face. His hand lowered to your cheeks, thumbs slotting into either side of your mouth, stretching them wide open.

“Such a slut for Winchester cock aren’t you boy?” You nod, trying your hardest to smirk, but instead you move you tongue eagerly as he thrusts himself back in, the tip forcing a sharp gag out of you, your whole body jolting at the impact in the back of your throat.

His thumbs make it somewhat harder to except his cock, but he thrusts back and forth helping you take him deeper then before.

You gargle as he pulls out once again, the tip leaving your throat causing you to cough. One of Dean’s hands clear away some of the spit still attaching his cock to your mouth, still grinning at the sight between his legs.

“I love it when you make me choke on your giant cock sir” you murmur through aching lips, your jaw saw from holding the heavy weight in your mouth.

He pauses, he never thought that would make him blush…was he really blushing? You watched as his cheeks heat up slowly, watching as his dick twitches at your words.

He smiles awkwardly, watching as you slide back down on his cock, taking him fully to the base, nose pressed in his bush once again. He couldn’t help it, the sight of you, your throat bulging just because of him.

“S-So pretty” he moans, feeling him twitch you moan around his shaft, pulling him out your hand wraps around his saliva coated length, jerking him back and forth as your lips suck both balls into your empty mouth.

His eyebrows raised, eyes closing shut as his body hunched forwards, finally cumming onto your face, load after load covering each feature of yours evenly. His orgasm was blinding, vision turning white as he held his mouth open.

A bunch of grunts escaped his throat, hands now planted back in your hair, keeping your warm mouth around his balls.

He stilled, head fully resting against the wall, eyes opening once again to get a full look at the mess he made of you.

You lips were puffy, cheeks slightly red, eyes watery, cheeks tear stained…”your so fucking handsome…” he grumbles, pulling you off his balls with a pop, he takes a good look at your face.

“Now that’s a face I’d like to wake up to every morning” he chuckled as he brought you up for a kiss, your lips heated from the abuse they just received, he could taste himself on you slightly which had him weak in the knees… he could feel your hand still massaging his semi-hard cock…

Pulling away, you look into his emerald orbs, “Think you have more in you winchester…?”

#x male reader #male reader #smut #dean winchester #dean winchester x male reader #jensen ackles

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cuddly-dean-baby · 3 years

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Hey hey if you’re looking for some quick fluff to write have a Dean x trans male reader where dean finds out the reader was wearing their binder too long and helps the reader out of it before just cuddling and helping the reader feel more comfy

Your request is finally here. I’m so sorry that this took too long to fulfill

Sitting across from Dean, he watches you slip a hand under your hoodie to adjust your binder as it has slipped up. “Have you taken a break?” He asked, getting your attention.

“Yeah, I’ve eaten and whatnot.” You shrug, going back to researching. “You know what I mean, baby.” He leans back in his seat, a frown on his face.

Stopping with the research, you bring your hands into your lap and look down to them. Your fingers begin to fiddle with the bottom of your hoodie.

Without looking up, but hearing his seat scrap against the floor, he walks to you to pick you up and out of your seat.

His hands rest on your butt as your legs are rested around his hips, your arms around his neck and your head rested on his shoulder.

Knowing the corners that Dean turns, you know he’s heading to the bathroom you and him use.

Sitting you down on the closed lid of the toilet, he starts to run the bath, adding bubbles. You smile at that, finding it cute that Dean adds bubbles and nice smelling things to this sort of stuff.

As the tub is filling up, he kneels in front of you to peel your pants off, leaving you in your underwear.

When his hands grab the bottom of your hoodie, you cover them with yours. “Sweetheart, we have to take this off, so we have a nice bath. And without your binder, it’s nothing I’ve ever seen before.”

Taking your hands off his, you let him peel the hoodie off to throw it where your pants are.

Seeing the uncomfortable look on your face, he nudges his nose against yours. “Guess what?” Dean whispers.

“What?” You say in the same way.

“You’re having surgery in a few days.”

In the bottom of his eyes, he sees a smile on your face. He feels your hands grab his to bring them to the bottom of the binder.

Getting it off, Dean quickly takes his clothes off whilst you take your underwear off.

Dean’s the first one in the bath before you get in and lean back against his chest.

After a minute of silence, you ask him a question. “Would you miss me having breasts?”

Dean looks down to watch you play with his fingers as his hands are on your thighs. “No, I won’t. As much as I was a ladies’ man, I’m now a man who is taken by someone who is more handsome than he is, and I wouldn’t change it for the world. I’m glad I found you.” He presses his nose against the side of your neck.

Sitting on the bed, you watch Dean fish out a pair of sweatpants and one of his hoodies for you to wear.

Kneeling in front of you, he slips the pants on you. When he looks up to see you having an ‘awe’ look on your face, he asks what you’re thinking about.

“How you’re helping me through this and taking care of me, even though you don’t have to, 24/7.”

“Well, I’m not helping you through this and not taking care of you because I have to, I’m doing this because I want to and that I love you too much not to do this.”

Standing up to his feet, he presses a kiss to your chest before slipping on his hoodie on your body. “Now, it’s time for some Dr. Sexy, snacks and cuddles.”

#supernatual #supernatural fic #supernatural fluff #dean winchester #dean winchester fic #dean winchester fluff #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x male reader #dean winchester x reader fluff

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lil-red-writes · 2 years

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Kiss Me Hard Before You Go (Dean Winchester x Male Reader)

Summary: Dean gets a nightmare and is scared of losing you

Warnings: angst, implied smut, happy ending

Deans POV:

I can’t believe it… I actually can’t believe it!

I fucking had sex with the hottest person ever!

Even better is that I told him I was in love with him and he said that he loves me too!

All these happy thoughts flashed in my mind as I laid on the motel bed with M/N in my arms, his head is on my chest as he snores so lightly. He was so exhausted for our intense romantic bang-fest and to be honest I was too, I must be getting old cause I remember lasting longer than 3 hours. Not to worry, because sooner or later I plan on giving it to him all night long.

Many scenarios played out in my head, both romantic and sexy, as I fell asleep with the love of my life sleeping peacefully in my arms…

[TimeSkip]

I woke up to the sound of M/N moving around the room, he was putting his clothes on and sat down on the bed, putting his shoes on. He had an empty expression on his face.

I got up and gave him a kiss from behind

“Hey, baby”

He didn’t respond, in fact he moved away from me. I didn’t like this.

“Baby?”

He started walking towards the door and I began to panic. Why was he leaving me?!

“Wait! M/N come back!”

I got up to chase him down and try to talk to him. As I walk through the door I saw nothing, complete darkness. The only thing visible was M/N and he was so far away, i began to ran but no matter how fast I was he was already getting miles away from me.

He didn’t love me anymore…

[End of dream]

I woke up with tears on my face and began freaking out, this woke up M/N and he began to worry.

“De, what’s wrong?”

I wanted to tell him what was wrong but nothing was coming out, this made him worry and he began wiping my tears away.

“Hey… hey, Dean, it was just a bad dream alright?”

He hugged me and told me sweet nothings about how he’ll be there for me, how he’s not going anywhere, and how that he loves me.

That put a smile on my face and I muttered a ‘thank you’. He told me to go back to bed and that in the morning we can have an early morning shower quickie so that really made me feel better.

That dream was a load of bull because I found the one who’s gonna stand by me and love me till eternity, maybe even longer.

Just him and I…

Okay I really had fun with this one… sorry for any errors. Tell me what you think.

#dean winchester x male!reader #dean winchester x male reader #spnfamily #male reader #supernatural x male reader #male reader insert

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bigfan-fanfic · 2 years

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He's a Mechanic. In California. (Male!Reader x Dean Winchester)

Requested by anonymous for AU in which Dean was the one who left, and Sam comes to find him and sees him with his boyfriend

Sam Winchester groans as he glances around the small town. Could you get any more domestic?

Then again, Dean never was one for big city life. Give him a motel, a bar that served the oiliest crap you'd ever tasted, and he was happy.

At least, that was how Sam remembered him. Hadn't seen him in a couple years, not since Sam had decided to give up on going to college, and Dean had vanished.

But he gets Dean's address from the "Wesson Auto Shop" and sneaks up one night.

He's 22, never been out of training, and he's spent the last few years being the only Winchester son hunting. He easily dodges the baseball bat swung at his head and after a rough skirmish, ends up with his knee planted on his brother's back, pinning his arms.

"Out of practice, big brother?"

And then the second baseball bat goes cracking across his face.

"Baby, it's okay! Hold up!"

Dean eventually calms the stranger down enough and goes to make sure Sam's alright. His jaw feels a little crooked, but nothing's broken.

Then Sam freezes, glancing at the man. Both he and Dean are in pajamas... and there's only one bedroom. Sam isn't stupid, even if he did quit the rest of the year of high school after Dean left.

"D-Dean, is this your boyfriend?" Sam glances at the man, almost appraisingly.

"Yup. Uh, Sam, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is my baby brother, Sammy."

Sam smirks - Dean notices a little scar that wasn't there the last time they saw each other.

"Uh... what's wrong? You hate being called Sammy." Dean mumbles.

"That was back when I was a kid, Dean. I'm 22 now. I got bigger shit to worry about."

You roll your eyes. "You wanna tell me why you broke in, little brother?"

Sam chuckles. "Wanted to see if my big brother still had the stuff. Nice to see he found someone to take care of him."

You and Dean glare at him. You've heard horror stories of what Dean's dad was like and you'd like nothing more than to punch the man right in the face if you meet him. And you have no desire seeing the man who was your boyfriend through college get sucked back into family bullshit.

"Been hard to track you down, Dean. Specially since you changed your name from Winchester."

You notice Sam glance at you and you smirk. You're no dummy either. You know Sam is trying to catch you off guard, try to isolate Dean from you. Manipulative tall bitch.

Dean grunts. "So why did you track me down, Sam?"

"Can we talk about this alone?" Sam asks, glancing at you.

You scoff. "Either spit it out or get out of my apartment."

Dean nods in approval. "Yeah. Anything you got to say to me, you can say in front of him."

"O-kay. Dad's been gone for a few days, and he's not back."

"So? He's working overtime on a Miller Time shift, he'll be back."

Sam clears his throat. "Dad's been gone on a hunting trip for a few days, and he's not back yet."

Dean draws in breath and you growl at him. "I'm not leaving, so you might as well explain the emphasis on hunting. Judging from how much of an ass your dad is, I'm guessing he's... a poacher?"

Dean and Sam both look at you in disbelief. "Uh...."

You look at Sam. "Give us a moment, will you?"

Sam scoffs, but goes to stand out in the hall, and you pull Dean into the bedroom.

"Alright, Dean. Spill it."

Dean tugs at the collar around his neck that Sam still hadn't noticed, and sighs. "Okay. Well, I guess it all started after Sam was born..."

#x reader #male reader #dean winchester x male reader #dean winchester x reader #supernatural x reader #supernatural headcanons #headcanons

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onionsaremeansstuff · 3 years

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You should have begged me to stay

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x reader

Gender: Angst & Fluff

Summary: Jensen is never home and you can’t stand this anymore

I dont own the character or the gif

Beta’d by @chaoticgaysstuff

Your relationship with your husband, Jensen was something.

You two have known each other since you were kids. He was pretty much your best friend. You two played together when you were kids and knew that you two would be close forever.

When you were 9 years old, you declared each other as boyfriends without really knowing what that meant because you both were two innocent children.

But as it turns out, you both were still boyfriends now that you weren't the innocent child you used to be.

As years passed, you both loved each other more than you did before. Hugs that you both gave each other when you were children turned into a pretty heated make out session that was behind closed doors.

When Jensen first told you how he wanted to become an actor, you supported him like you always did.

"I will never abandon you." Was what you had told him that night.

If only you knew everything that would happen with him becoming a world famous actor.

Hollywood wasn't the most acceptable place for LGBTQ people, so you both kept your relationship a secret, but there comes a price to pay when hiding something sometimes.

With each passing year, Jensen almost always became unavailable to you. You barely spent any time with him anymore.

Hell, you two only spent a minimum of two months together last year.

You were very frustrated, especially with that woman being Jensen's beard.

Now, you didn't have anything against her. You actually liked her, but she took a lot of time that you and Jensen were supposed to be spending together by pretending they were in a relationship.

And honestly, sometimes you felt that you weren't Jensen's true love.

---

Jensen would be back today from a trip and you were really excited. It has been so long since you've seen him. You couldn't wait to throw yourself in his huge arms along with having a night where you could talk about everything and nothing. Just like old times.

And as hours passed, Jensen still hasn't come home yet.

You've been sending him messages, but they were just left on delivered. He hasn't opened any of them and you were starting to get worried.

Was his flight delayed? Or did something come up? Was there an accident?

You paced back and forth, your mind consumed with worry.

---

When 3 AM came, the front door to the house opened and Jensen entered. You stood up from your spot on the couch, feeling fully awake and ran over to him. As you got closer to him, you immediately knew what he was doing.

Jensen stunk of alcohol and you noticed a purple mark on his neck.

What happened to you?" You asked, feigning Innocence.

"N- Nothing. I was at Jared's place and he had a party." He spoke, voice slightly slurred and you could tell that he was drunk.

"You know, a phone call or text message wouldn't kill you." You said and he snorted, walking straight to y'all room, completely ignoring you.

Jensen threw himself on the bed, falling asleep immediately before you could talk to him.

You sighed and went to sleep in the guest room. The smell of alcohol was essentially too much and you couldn't sleep next to him.

---

The next morning you prepared breakfast for you and your husband.

Although you were still a little hurt because of last night, you knew that it was because Jensen was drunk. So, you decided to make breakfast for him and actually talk to him.

When breakfast was ready, you went to wake him up as you grabbed some medicine for his hangover.

But, looks like he wouldn't need it after all, seeing how he wasn't in the room.

You searched every part of the house but there was no sign of him at all. You took out your phone to call him when a message popped up on his phone.

“D and I are going to breakfast and then will be spending time in the mountains. I'll be back next week.” ~Jensen.

As you read over that message, you let out a humorless laugh.

You barely spend any time with your husband and when he finally comes home, he decides to spend time with her. You cook nice and he's not here to even eat it.

And apparently he gave her a nickname, too.

You loved Jensen from the bottom of your heart, but you couldn't take this anymore. You couldn't take being the only one putting in any effort into this relationship, or if it could even be called that. You couldn't take being the one to text him first only to not receive a response. Couldn't stand being the person who waited for him to come home, only to never really come home.

You've had enough.

---

Jensen had texted you that he was coming home in an hour.

Your bags were packed with all of your clothes and stuff, and placed into your suitcase.

"This is for your own good, Y/N." You told yourself once again.

You glanced around your house one more time. So many memories have been here. Happy memories of you and him. They seem like distant memories now.

The door to the house opened and for the first time, you didn't meet him at the door like you'd usually do.

Jensen was surprised by this, having expected it. He walked over to you.

You didn't have the courage to end like this. Maybe he'll wake up and see what he has been putting you through.

"Hey, I'm gonna go to sleep. In a few hours I'm going to Vancouver."

You looked at him and managed to mask the hurt and anger that made it's way onto your face. Looks like he still hasn't realized.

You shook your head, "No your not. We're going to talk right now."

"Look Y/N I'm tired and-"

"You always seem to be tired when you're with me, right?" You interrupted him, standing up and looking at him in the eyes, "Always tired and can never have time with me. Can never stay with me."

Jensen looked at you confused, "What, Y/N? What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about our relationship being one huge joke, Jensen." You stated.

"What do you mean by that?" He asked, not understanding what you are trying to say.

"You're never at home, Jensen! I always have to be the one to try and make our relationship work and you seem to be looking for an excuse to get away from me. Hell, last year we barely spent two months together!" You snapped.

Jensen laughed sarcastically before looking at you angrily, "Well, I'm sorry that I have to work. I forgot how selfish you could be. I need time to myself. It's not easy working my ass off to give this life. This rich life." He growled.

"Oh, well I'm sorry that wanting to spend time with my husband is selfish. And do you really think I care about being rich? I loved you since you had to ask money to buy candy. I never cared about money. I always wanted you and you clearly can't see how unhappy I've been."

The eyes that once looked at you with love now looked at you with hatred.

Jensen didn't answer for a second, thinking as he looked down at the ground before snorting and looking at you, "If you are so unhappy then why don't you just leave."

You looked at him with sadness in your eyes.

That was it.

Jensen no longer cared about your relationship and he didn't even fight for you. Or even try to make things better between you both. He just gave up.

Just like that.

And you felt your heart break.

"If this is what you want. I'll leave." You stated, trying your best not to cry in front of him.

You left the room and went to get your bag and from the bedroom, you heard the sound of Jensen's car engine taking off down the road.

You sighed as you looked around this room looking one last time.

'Do it for your own good Y/N.' You thought as you walked out of the house.

---

Seven months have passed since your break up with Jensen and you hadn't been doing well.

Jensen was someone who was always there for you since you were a kid. Not talking to him was a completely strange and new sensation to you.

You couldn't help but think about him.

When you saw something funny or when you had a nightmare you would always call Jensen.

Sometimes, you'd have your phone in your hand with his contact information, ready to call him.

'Would he answer me?' You asked yourself.

You shook your head, "He doesn't care about you. Move on." You muttered.

Both of your lives went on without one another.

"You will survive Y/N." You told yourself, "You got this man."

---

You were sitting in the cafe that was across the street from your job. The place was pretty empty and you sat there in a booth with a cup of coffee, enjoying the peaceful silence.

The place was in complete silence, except for a small TV near your table which was playing something.

You weren't paying attention to it until you heard the name Jensen Ackles coming on the TV.

"The actor, Jensen ackles who is best known for his role as Dean Winchester on the TV show supernatural, posted a video saying that he and Danneel Harris have been in a fake relationship for years."

Your eyes widened, staring at the TV as you sipped on your coffee.

"Well, there is no reason for him to keep her as his beard anymore. He must have found someone he really loves now." You sighed in exasperation.

"The actor also stated that this fake relationship has cost him a lot, especially the relationship with the love of his life." The anchor said but you didn't care.

---

You arrived at your old house after a long and exhausting day of work.

After your parents died, you refused to sell your old house. Jensen always said that it didn't make sense since you lived with him. Nowadays, you are grateful for not selling it.

You threw yourself on the couch and fell asleep quickly.

---

You were woken up later by a knock on the door.

"Who the fuck could be at the door this late at night?" You pondered, getting up off the couch and walking over to the door.

You opened the door, not fully awake and your eyes only half open, "What?"

"Can I talk to you, Y/N?" The sound of Jensen's voice made your eyes open, feeling fully awake at the moment.

Jensen stood in front of the door, holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

You stared at him before slamming the door in his face.

"Y/N, please open the door!" Jensen pleaded and you didn't respond, "I'll climb into your window, or break your door down and you know I can." He threatened and you sighed, opening the door for him.

Jensen was wearing Dean Winchester's classic smile as he held the flowers out to you.

"A beautiful thing for a beautiful thing." You looked at the flowers before looking at him again as you gave him a look that said, 'Just get on with it already.'

"Teenage you would have loved the fact that I gave you flowers." Jensen said as you took the flowers out of his hand. He walked over to sit on the couch.

"Teenage me believed you cared about me." You spoke up, and placed the flowers on the counter and walked over to him. You stood with your arms crossed as you waited for him to speak.

Jensen opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

If you don't tell me what you came here to tell me, I'll call the cops." You said seriously.

"I'm sorry." Jensen spoke quickly and you waited for him to continue.

An awkward silence took over for a few seconds before Jensen coughed.

"If that's all you have to say, then you can get out of here." You exclaimed, turning away from him.

"Y/N I'm an idiot, okay?"

You nodded, "Yeah, you are."

"And I regret what happened that day. I should have asked you to say instead of telling you to leave."

"You should've but didn't. Close the door on the way out, will ya?"

"Y/N I-"

"Look Jensen, I don't know what game you are playing, or if your just desperate for sex. Or if the person you were staying with dumped you, but I will not continue to give my all to someone that isn't given back. You can leave."

"I'm not dating anyone Y/N, and I'm not here for sex." Jensen sighed, "I'm a complete idiot. I was so used to you being there that I was never aware of how much I needed you. "Jensen looked down at the ground as he spoke.

"Ever since you've been gone, I missed you like crazy and all I wanted was to hear the sound of your voice. I missed having you by my side."

"When we were together, you never slept at home and didn't even bother to call me, so stop bullshitting me." You shouted, feeling fed up with this crap.

"And I deeply regret everything that has happened. I was frustrated because I never had time for you anymore and I pushed you away. Not the smartest decision, I know and when you brought it up, I took my anger out on you, though I was angry with myself. When our relationship ended, I thought it was for the best, but i can't live without you!" He explained, tears falling from his eyes.

He crouched down next to your feet, wrapping his arms around your leg and hugged it tightly.

"I love you so much, Y/N. I'm such an idiot and you deserve better than me, but I love you so much. I've loved you ever since we were kids, and I promise that if you take me back, I'll drop everything for you. I'll quit acting, won't go to anymore conventions, all of it! I just want my man back."

Your pants were really wet now because of the tears from Jensen. You knew now that he regretted his decision.

And deep down you knew that Jensen was the one for you.

You ran your fingers through Jensen's hair which made him look up at you, sniffling a little.

"You have another chance, but you better not fuck it up again." With that sentence, Jensen stood up and started planting kisses all over your face, "And you don't have to give up your career for me, Jen. You just need to make sure that we spend time with each other, okay?"

He nodded, shedding a few happy tears. But they weren't sad tears. They were tears of Joy.

---

~ 6 months later ~

"Hey Karen, can you please give these files to Jenny?" You asked, holding the files out to her as she took them and nodded her head, "Thanks!"

Y/N L/N!" Your co-worker, Lily called out, walking into your office as Karen walked out, giving you a hug, "Or should I call you Y/N Ackles now? Congratulations! I'm so happy for you!!"

You looked at her confused and a little frightened. How did she find out?

Seeing how confused you look, she showed you her phone and it was pictures that Jensen posted on his instagram.

It was pictures of you and him. He posted 5 pictures of you guys together.

The first phone was you and him as babies, playing in the sandbox together which was taken by your mother.

The second one was of you and him in high school. He had a wide smile on his face as he hugged.

The third one was of you and him cooking together and smiling happily at the camera.

The fourth one was of you and Jensen the day you got married.

And the last one was of you lying on his chest.

The caption said: Today, I would like to show the world my handsome husband and the love of my life, Y/N Ackles! I have known him since we were kids and always had a crush on him. He is the most amazing and lovable person in the world and he's very out of my league. Unfortunately, I fucked up our relationship many times, but he gave me another chance even though I didn't deserve it. I love you Y/N Ackles!! Thanks for always being with me!

(Btw, I know he's hot, but he's mine!)

You were shocked to see that he told the world about your relationship and tears started streaming down your face.

"Are you okay, Y/N?" Lily asked, as you gave her back her phone. You didn't answer her question. Instead, you ran to the men's room and took out your phone, calling Jensen.

He picked up the phone after 4 rings.

"Hey Y/N!"

"Jensen, what was that all about?" You questioned.

"Did you not like it?" He asked, worried that you didn't like what he had done.

"I loved it. I loved it alot and I love you, but are you sure you were ready to come out right now? You know how Hollywood is."

"Fuck Hollywood! If they don't want me anymore for loving another man then I don't care. I have you and that's more than enough for me."

You smiled at the words spoken from Jensen and the two of you talked for a little while longer like two teenagers.

Your relationship with Jensen was strange and difficult at times, but you wouldn't trade him for anyone else.

#Jensen Ackles x male reader #Jensen Ackles x reader #male reader #x male reader #Jensen Ackles x male!reader #dean winchester x male reader #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x male!reader #supernatural x male reader #supernatural x reader

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siriusblacksbxtch · 3 years

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since you wanted supernatural requests 😳 i really need a destiel x reader smut bc there is a SHORTAGE in the world

A/N: ohhhhh boy did you come to the right place (unedited)

Dirty Thoughts

Pairings: Dean Winchester x you, Castiel x you, Dean Winchester x Castiel

Warnings: nsfw , double penatration , dom/sub undertones , hair pulling , deep throating , face fucking , come play if you squint , I forget anything else but very smutty

Summary: Note to self, don’t think about angels while masturbating

You noticed. Dean was so smug and so sure that you hadn’t noticed his lingering eyes, as well as Cas’, but being a hunter you had learned how to be observant.

For a while you thought you had been imagining it, Dean’s eyes looking you up and down when he thought you weren’t looking, Castiel whispering to his boyfriend with his eyes trained on you.

“Y/n!” Sam snapped in front of your eyes, causing you to jump in your seat as your eyes readjusted on your computer screen. “Find anything?”

“Nope,” you shook your head tiredly. “Freaking vampires are always nesting in some run down building.”

You rubbed at your eyes, feeling a sudden heat come over you. Your eyes fell to the seat across from you, Castiel’s bright eyes staring you down.

“Okay, Cas?”

“Perfect.”

You snorted quietly at the reply, closing your laptop as you exaggerated a yawn. You waved goodnight to Cas and Sam, nodding to Dean who was sipping on his beer.

You could feel a boner coming to life in your jeans, hurrying to your room and dropping your laptop on to your desk.

Unbuttoning your jeans, a sigh fell past your lips as you palmed your bulge, soft gasps falling past your lips as you did so. You lifted your hips up slightly, moving your free hand to your entrance and slowly circling your finger.

“Dean.” A gasp passed your lips as you imagined the Winchester pressing his finger into you, stretching and reaching places you could only imagine.

You worked another finger into your hole, throwing your head back as you felt release building in your stomach.

You couldn’t help but think of Cas, the angel’s cold glare on you, what he would think if you saw you with your fingers stretching yourself open and a hang lazily pumping your dick.

Just as you reached your release, come spilling all over your stomach and your jeans, your door flew open.

You stood, trying to cover the mess you had made as Castiel and Dean stared at you from the doorway.

“What the hell, Cas?” You glared, trying to ignore your face flushing at the situation you had just been caught in.

“You prayed to me,” Cas replied.

“Do I look like I pray?” You asked sarcastically, gesturing for them both to leave.

Cas ignored you, stalking deeper into the room, Dean coming in after him and softly shutting your door.

Without warning, the angel lightly wrapped a hand around your throat, a small grin gracing his lips when he felt you swallow harshly.

“Prayers can be a lot of things, Y/n.” His lips brushed against your ear and you could feel him smirking. “Even thoughts.”

Cas’ hand moved lower under your jeans, squeezing your half hard dick and smearing some of your come on his fingers.

He brought his fingers to your lips, smearing your release on your skin. Cas held your eyes, almost seeming to challenge you to see what you would do.

Your eyes trailed to Dean, now realizing the hunter was in reaching distance, pulling him closer and pressing your lips to his.

Cas let go of your throat, letting Dean pull you closer and rub his hard on into your leg. Muffled moans escaped your lips as Cas pulled down your jeans, spreading your cheeks to see your already stretched hole.

The angel pressed his thumb into you, drawing a whine from you that made Dean chuckle against your lips.

Castiel pushed Dean back on to your bed, placing a hand on your shoulder to push you to your knees in front of the hunter.

His hands were wound tightly in your hair, pulling it harder to make you look up at him while Dean undid his belt.

“Such a whore, wanting an angel’s dick inside of you.”

You moaned at the words, glancing to see Dean giving his dick a few good strokes. The head was a light red, dripping precum.

Castiel stepped closer to Dean, pulling you forward by the hair to take his dick down your throat.

You tried your best not to gag, tears burning your eyes as Cas held you down on Dean’s dick, looking up to see the angel making out with the hunter.

Dean was palming Cas through his pants, the sight making you grow hard once again as you rubbed your thighs together for friction.

The angel suddenly pulled away from Dean, moving the hunter to stand and replacing his own hand with Dean’s.

Dean had a vice grip, twisting so hard it was almost painful as he placed his tip on your lips.

“Open up,” he gave you an obnoxious wink.

You wanted to tell him to fuck off, but before you could he snapped his hips forward, his dick lunging down your throat.

You almost gagged around his dick, falling forward so your nose was in his pubes, Dean relentlessly fucking into your throat.

He wanted to wrap his hand around your throat, feel his cock going in and out as you whimpered and moaned around him.

“Don’t come,” Cas whispered, his voice deeper than usual.

Tears were freely streaming down your face, barely being able to breathe as Dean continued a brutal pace.

Castiel came to Dean’s side, his hand moving toward the hunter’s hole as he whispered in the man’s ear.

Dean grinned at the angel’s words, pulling his dick out of your mouth, a hand still in your hair as he pulled you on to the bed.

“All fours, Princess.”

“Fuck you,” you glared.

Castiel was suddenly behind you, pressing a hand into the back of your neck and shoving your face into the mattress, his free hand slapping your ass hard and making you hiss through your teeth.

Dean moved back in front of you with a teasing smirk, letting a long trail of spit fall from his lips and on to his dick, shoving it back into your mouth soon after.

However, this time he didn’t move, just letting the weight of his dick settle on your tongue.

You gave him a questioning look, to which he merely winked.

Suddenly, two fingers were breaching your entrance, gasping around the hunter’s dick as you pushed back into them.

“He’s such a slut for cock,” Castiel’s voice seemed shocked as he spoke to Dean.

“Sammy and I always had a bet on who he’d spread his legs for first.” Dean trailed his fingers over your lips, puffy and red from being stretched over his dick for so long.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it Y/n?” Cas asked gruffly. “On all fours for me and Dean.”

You moaned in answer, trying desperately to get Cas to reach deeper inside you.

The angel pulled out his fingers, pushing his dick inside of you in one swift motion.

You quickly pulled off of Dean’s dick, a strangled moan leaving you as you felt Cas stretch you even further, a slight burn accompanying his girth.

Even after you had fingered yourself opened, Cas completely filled you, reaching the places inside of you that had you ready to come one again after one thrust.

Dean took your face in his hands, shoving your face back on his dick.

Cas’ hands moved your nipples as he violently snapped his hips into yours, twisting and pulling as your vulgar moans filled the room.

“You like that?” Dean muttered, a hand returning to your (h/c) hair. “Like being our little whore?”

You nodded, as best you could, a whimper coming from you as Cas brushed against your prostate.

Suddenly, Dean pulled from your lips and moved behind you where Cas was.

You leaned forward onto your arms, loud moans continuing to roll off your lips.

This was better than porn, Dean thought. So much freakin’ better than porn.

Cas had caught his boyfriend watching an explicit video, with a boy all too similar to you taking dick. Two dicks to be exact.

While Dean was usually on the bottom of things, the angel figured he’d let Dean top you as well.

You whimpered as Cas slowed to a stop, feeling pressure at your entrance, and slowly but surely another head pushing past your ring of muscle.

“Let us hear you gorgeous,” Dean panted, noticing your right grip on the sheets.

“Fuck me,” you whined as the Winchester seethed into you, both him and Cas making your whole body feel as if it were on fire.

“That is the plan, Y/n.”

Before you could offer Cas a sarcastic reply, the two started moving. You couldn’t hold back your moans, even the slightest bit of movement from either man causing extreme pleasure to take over your body.

“‘M so close,” you panted, moving your hips back to meet their thrusts.

“Dean.” The one word from the angel seemed to be enough for Dean to spill inside of you, a long moan drawing from him as he did so.

“Jesus, Dean!” You tried to muffle your yell, feeling Castiel finish inside you as well.

He pulled you back by your hair, the angel’s scruff scratching against your neck as he bit down.

“Come, now.”

And you did, for the second time that night, spilling all over your bed as you felt the two’s come spilling down your thighs.

Your soft pants filled the room as you fell backward on to Cas’ chest, the angel softly moving you to lay down.

As sleep pulled at your eyes, you could still see Dean’s stupid grin.

“We’ll be here all week.”

#smut #x male reader #x male reader smut #x male smut #dean winchester x male reader #dean winchester x castiel #castiel x male reader

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dangerousstrawberryshark · 3 years

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My Little Kitten (Day 11)

A/n: Hello, my 🍓Little Strawberries🍓! Welcome to day 11 of kinktober. Thank you @marilynmonroefanfics for the title. Couldn’t find a better GIF.

DAY 11: Cosplay Sex & Pet names (Cockworshipping?)

Pairing(s): Dean Winchester x male reader

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 1606

Summary: You and Dean made a bet. You ended losing that bet. Now, you’re at the mercy of Dean.

I hope you enjoy it! Sorry if it’s bad, and for any errors that are discovered.

If you like this and wanna read more, you can check out my masterlist.

Keys:

M/N: Male name

H/C: Hair color

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MINORS DNI. FEMALE READERS… I’ll ALLOW YOU TO READ MY FICS BUT DO NOT FETISHIZE ANY OF MY STORIES

Not sure if this is good enough. Not sure if I did the cosplay right.

The term “pussy” is used by Dean. It’s to describe the male reader’s ass.

TAGS: @gayhopefullove @softboy5393 @spnfanboy777 @elliot-damon-2006 @noyasboxdye

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You couldn’t believe you agreed to this. Now, you wished you had never accepted that bet. You looked at yourself in the mirror, you were wearing a sexy maid outfit. ‘I can’t believe I’m doing this.’ and you put on the last thing to finish the outfit, cat ears.

Now, how did this happen?

(Flashback to you, Sam, and Dean at the bar.)

“Hey, M/n, wanna make a bet?” Dean said, a smirk forming on his face. You and Dean would always compete with each other, but Dean is usually the one that wins. Whenever you do win, you’ll just rub it into his face.

Hoping to at least beat him, you accepted his bet. “Sure.” this was not going to end well later on.

“So, the bet is that whoever can drink the most without getting drunk wins.” Now, Dean had a big smirk on his face. He knew you had a low alcohol tolerance. So, this will be an easy win for him. But, being you, decided not to back down and try.

“Fine, what are the consequences?” you replied, having a lot of fate in yourself.

“So, if you win, I do whatever you want. If I win, then you must do whatever I want for an entire week. Keyword, “IF you win.” Dean said in a snarky tone. He was going to have fun with this. Sam was looking in interest, he knew you were going to lose. Dean likes alcohol and has a high tolerance.

“I will win! You just watch!” you said, what you said was far from the truth. Dean grinned before getting shots of Beer/whiskey? (I asked my friend soft, and he said, “Beer or whiskey.”)

A few moments later, you were already feeling drunk while Dean was doing just fine. (Not sure how alcohol works or how long it takes to get drunk) Dean smirked at you before landing a hand on your shoulder.

You felt his hot breath whisper into your ear. “Looks like I won.” you were too drunk to hear before passing out.

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You woke up on your bed with a massive headache. You didn’t remember anything that happened the night before until Dean came in. “Hope you didn’t forget our little bet.” Dean reminded you.

You groaned at the memory. You were stupid by accepting it now you have to face to consequences. Then, Dean threw some kind of outfit on the bed. “Wear it. Remember, since I won, you have to do whatever I say.”

You got up and looked at the outfit Dean gave you. Your mouth dropped, “WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS? Is this a cat maid outfit?!?!?!?” You yelled at Dean who just smirked at you. He walked towards you.

“You’re gonna have to do this for an entire week. Don’t worry, Sammy would never find out, he’s busy.” Dean said into your ear, nibbling at it. You blushed before walking towards the bathroom to put it on.

(Why did that sound like m/n is cheating on Sam with his brother?)

(Flashback over)

You looked at yourself in the mirror. The outfit had a small skirt that revealed your ass, a crop top, and most of all, cat ears. ‘What the hell is Dean into?’

(This is what the outfit looks like)

You walked out of the bathroom to see Dean naked sitting on your bed, only wearing his boxers/briefs. He was rubbing his big bulge which made you feel hot south of your stomach.

“Come here, my little kitten. Crawl to daddy.” Dean said, doing a hand motion for you to come to him. You rolled your eyes before getting on all fours and crawling towards him. You arched your ass, your skirt moving up to show your ass to Dean.

Dean rubbed himself through his boxers/briefs harder. Once you got to him, he ordered you, “Now, worship my cock.” Dean removed his hands and laid them on the side.

You slide Dean’s boxers/briefs off, his big cock plopped out. You gasp at the size of it. It looked to be 10 inches long, thick as hell, veiny, and large cum-filled balls ready to be milked of its essences.

Dean’s cock made you go into some kind of trace. Dean smirked at you before placing his hand on your head. “Come on, kitten.” he moved his hands through your soft h/c.

You grabbed onto the large, thick piece of meat. You slowly stroked Dean’s cock, heat was radiating from it. Dean groans as you jerked him off. You gave small kitten licks to the sides of Dean’s large cock.

The room was getting hotter and hotter. You traced your tongue against the vein that led to the head. Dean’s musk was making you go into a haze. You moved your tongue to the head of his cock and swirled your tongue, gathering all of his precious pre-cum.

“You’re doing so well, kitten! Where did you learn how to satisfy a cock? You were fucking around with other guys? Or was it with Sammy?” Dean said, impressed by your skills. He never had someone give him this much pleasure.

“Put my cock in your mouth. Keep it warm, no sucking.” Dean said, petting your head. His muscular chest is moving up and down. You followed his order.

You swallowed at least 8 inches of his cock. Dean moans at the warmth surrounding his cock. “You’re amazing, kitten.” You made eye contact with him, Dean could see hearts in your eyes. He had you wrapped around his finger.

‘Fuck…’

“If you keep looking at me like that, kitten, I may just cum.” Dean said, grinning at you. You could feel his cock twitching inside your mouth.

“I don’t wanna cum just yet, I wanna do it somewhere else. Get up here, kitten.” Dean ordered, pulling your head off his cock. His entire cock was wet with slobber mixed with pre-cum. He picked you up and sat you on his lap.

You felt his raging cock pressed against your back. Dean’s hands began to move up your sides. “D-Dean…” your cock was leaking pre-cum under your little skirt. Soaking the panties that Dean gave you.

“Don’t call me Dean, kitten. Call me daddy. Now, let daddy touch you.” Dean said, moving his hands down and grabbing your cock, jerking you off. You moaned as Dean jerked you off and him leaving small kisses on your nape and shoulders.

“You taste delicious baby. So, good for me. Want me to fuck you dumb?” Dean said, jerking your cock off faster. You nodded your head, but that wasn’t enough for Dean. “Words, kitten. Daddy wants to hear you speak.”

“P-please… daddy! F-fuck me!” you begged, grinding your ass against his cock. Dean smirked before sliding your panties aside and slamming his cock into your hole.

“AHHHH!” you moaned as Dean’s cock was splitting your ass into two. Your ass immediately tightened as his cock pushed deeper in. You curled your toes in pleasure. Dean groans as your ass got tighter around him.

“F-fuck, kitten. Your ass is tight. Much better than any pussy I ever fucked. I’m gonna fuck this tight little boy pussy and claim it as mine.” Dean growled into your ear before thrusting into you.

His thrusts were rough. You moaned in pain and pleasure but mostly pleasure. The room was filled with the bed squeaking, yours and Dean’s moans/groans, and the sound of skin-slapping. His heavy balls slapping against your ass.

“D-daddy! Y-you… feel so… g-good inside me!” you moaned, throwing your head back onto Dean’s shoulder as he thrusts upwards. “And your little pussy feels good wrapped around my cock.” Dean groans as your insides grow tighter.

Your face was flustered, your tongue sticking out, eyes rolled back. Dean wishes he could see your face, how his cock is showing you pleasure.

“I’m gonna cum soon, kitten!” Dean said, thrusting faster into you. Dean moves his hand towards your cock and begins to jerk you off. You moaned as you felt the familiar pit growing in your stomach.

After a few more thrusts and strokes, both of you reached your climax. “HERE'S MY MILK, KITTEN!!” Dean yelled, biting down on your shoulder. You felt his cum paint your velvet walls. His cum filled you to the brim.

You came a few seconds later. You were exhausted but Dean wasn’t. “No, resting Kitten. I have more loads in these balls. Wouldn’t want to help daddy deal with it?”

This was going to be a long week. A week full of pleasure.

THE END!

A/n: I hope you enjoyed this day! Be prepared for day 12! Bye, my🍓Little Strawberries🍓!

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snuff-loves-men · 2 years

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A Distance

SPN Fic

Dean x Male!Reader

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

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

Word Count: 2k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I don’t know.”

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

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

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