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Careful What You Wish For

Pairing - Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader Summary - Dean's been pining for his best friend for years now. Though, it isn't until he breaks out from the Jinn's dream world (in which she took the role of his girlfriend), that he comes clean. - Based off 2x20 Warnings - None I don't think (lmk if there are.) Words - 2.5K

A/n - I know I’m a little late, but I’ve just finished binge watching the first four season of Supernatural. I wasn’t really going to write any fics for the show, but this idea came to mind so.

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Dean should have realised something was wrong when he woke up in the same bed as his best friend, surrounded by walls that weren't covered in tacky motel wallpaper. He didn't know it yet, but he was in a reality that wasn't his own. One of which he would soon learn was much better - at least so it was seen such on the surface.

Dean had attempted to wake Y/n, slightly nudging at her side that had only prompted her to stir, mumbling something the boy couldn't make out. So, he rushed from the bed, around this apartment he truly didn't recognise. Once he finally located his phone, he rang his brother, thinking that was his life line. But as Dean rushed out the words of 'Jinn' and other jumbles of words that this Sam didn't understand, the phone call ended, leaving Dean just as much in the blue as he had been prior.

"What's going on?" A voice had asked. Dean swirled on his feet, facing his best friend.

She wore only a t-shirt which hung by her thighs. His t-shirt. "Honestly, wish I knew." Dean muttered in reply as the girl wondered towards him.

His breath was suddenly caught in his throat when her hands wrapped around his neck. "Do I even want to know what time it is?" She questioned, a smirk gracing her lips.

He was barely able to shake his head, his thoughts bound to the girl in front of him. The girl who had been at his side for years. Who'd sit in the passenger seat of the car, fighting over what music to listen to. The girl who he just so happened to have been pining over for them many tormenting years.

Dean wasn't sure what sort of magic was in the mix, but he thanked God for it.

Y/n leaned into his lips and Dean could have sworn his whole body halted, just to catch up with what was happening. And by the time she pulled away, it was too late to settle into the feeling. "How about we get you back to bed, hm?" She encouraged.

The boy nodded, "Yeah, yeah." He agreed as she started stepping away from him. A part of Dean wasn't sure where he might wake up. Whether it would be here, in this apartment he wished he could know as home, or whether it would be that tacky motel room. "I've just got to check something."

Y/n glanced back at him, flashing a smile, "Okay." And then she disappeared back into their room.

The boy was taking a moment. His eyes scanning the living room where he found a certain photo that made all else seem like nothing. He moved forward, taking it into his grip as if to check it was real. A family photo with his mother. His living, breathing, mother. Maybe that was when he knew this was all too good to be true. He just didn't want to believe it yet.

Y/n had been quick to call Mary that night. With the smashed photo frame and the great escape Dean made, she had no idea what was going on. And the girl would be lying if she didn't say it worried her.

The only thing that got her through her shift the next day being the text Dean had sent her, assuring that everything was fine. She still left work early. No text would be certain to calm her mind. Yet, as she pulled up to the family home, birthday present in hand, her thoughts had yet to simmer.

Dean was sat on the steps to the porch, nursing a beer. He stood to his feet as the girl exited the car, wondering towards him. "Not going into work either?" She questioned him with one raised brow.

The boy shrugged and sent an uneasy smile. "Got the day off."

"You didn't tell me." Suppose running out the house in the middle of the night didn't give much time to. "You scared me last night, Dean, with that little runaway act." She admitted to him.

A sting of guilt hit Dean. Something he attempted to supress. "I'm sorry, but I promise I'm fine now, great actually." He assured.

Y/n didn't believe one word of it. Whether he was telling the truth or not, the girl could sense something was off. Her palm reached his forehand, checking for any sign of temperature. "What are you doing?" Dean inquired as he took her hand, lowering it from his temples.

"Checking for fever." She answered with a deadpanned expression that urged a smile to the boy's lips.

"I'm fine." He repeated. But it seemed no matter how many times he would say so, Y/n's mind wouldn't ease.

Yet she sighed in defeat. "Well then, since she's your mother, you should probably give her this." The girl untucked the present from under her arm, passing it to the boy.

Once again, the worry set in when he looked down at the wrapped gift as if it were a bomb. "What-" He stuttered out with narrowed brows. Though, Dean was unable to comprehend what had just happened, the sound of a car engine hitting his ears. The boy's gaze followed, landing on his brother's car, with a girl he knew to be dead in the passenger's seat. "I don't believe it."

Y/n lurked behind him as he wondered towards the car, squeezing Jess into a tightly knit hug before she'd even had a moment to exhale. The night followed with the same, odd, behaviour. And while Dean was simply basking in this new reality he seemed to have stumbled into, Y/n was growing more and more worrisome. Rushing after thin air in the restaurant, then wanting to spend more time with his brother than needed. To Y/n, at least the one in this make-shift world, it seemed cause for concern.

As the night drew into a close, and the couple made their way back home, things seemed to settle. Dean found himself laid across the couch, taunted by the lack of relationship he now had with his younger brother. "You feeling better now?" Y/n spoke as she joined him on the couch, tucked under his arm.

He looked back at her as if he had just snapped out of it. Y/n took that as a no. "Huh?" Was all he managed to get out.

"Maybe sleep will bring you around." She suggested. "Just, try not to run out in the middle of the night again yeah?" Dean nodded lightly but Y/n could tell he was somewhere else entirely. "Hey, whatever it is that's going on, you can talk to me about it. You know that, yeah?"

Y/n waited, searching through his pupils for any sign he might finally admit to whatever it was. "You'll think I'm insane." He told her.

She shrugged, "Don't I already?"

Dean glanced away for a moment, debating whether it was worth it. "This, here, everything, it's like a dream come true. I know how that sounds, but a lot is different today than it was yesterday." And yes, Y/n did think the boy was insane.

"And what's so different?" She questioned through soft eyes.

"I mean to start with, you, this place." He scanned around the apartment. "When I woke up yesterday, it was in a motel room, and you were in the bed across from me. And me and Sam, we were actually close. All three of us worked together." What Dean had feared was starring back at him: disbelief.

Y/n reached out her palm, brushing it over his cheek as to soothe him. But, instead, it seemed to have sent shivers down his spine. "I'm sure it was just a really vivid dream." She attempted to comfort him.

Dean bit his tongue after that.

It wasn't a vivid dream. And with his mind yearning at him to snap out of it, he knew he had no choice.

Dean couldn't look at Y/n the same way when he came back. His body aching with the blood that the Jinn had drained him off, clinging to the girl that carried him out of the warehouse. The feeling of her skin brushing against his suddenly came with memorises of holding hands and kisses. And she had no idea.

Once they made it back to the motel, Y/n demanded that Dean didn't move from the end of the bed until she gave him a once over. She perched next to him, legs cross as she inspected his neck where the needle had once pricked his skin, literally sucking the life out of him. "I told you, I feel fine." Dean said as her hand dropped from his skin.

"Well excuse me for giving a shit." She replied in a stern tone.

Yet, Dean responded with a smile. "Somethings never change."

Y/n's brow raised, "What does that mean?"

"Even in my fantasy dream world, you were still worried sick over me." Then his smile twisted into smirk that Y/n wanted nothing more than to wipe off him.

Instead, she let her eyes roll. "Next time, I'll make sure you to leave you suffering."

Sam wondered back towards his bed, ending the call he'd once been taken away with. "The girl's been stabilised." He informed as the two glanced over at him. "Good chance she's gonna pull through."

Dean nodded, "That's good."

A pause followed and Y/n noted the way Sam was debating something in his head. "So we really didn't get alone then?" He questioned.

The boy laughed at the Sam he had met in said dream land. "No."

"What about me?" Asked Y/n as her brow quirked in question. "Was I any different in this world?"

Silence came from Dean for a moment. Once again, he chuckled at what only he knew. And it was a humours thought when it came to preppy Sam being in law school, pretty much scared of the dark. But when it came to what had changed with Y/n and with them in this fantasy, that was something he truly wished for and now with it snatched from his grasp, his heart just couldn't help but ache.

So, in that moment, Dean opted only to smile as he faced Y/n. "A story for another time." He settled on.

Both Y/n and Sam fell into confusion at that. Dean soon pulled himself from the bed, wondering into the bathroom while the other two shared a look. "Did that seem odd to you?" Y/n questioned, her finger gesturing to where the boy had just been seated.

Sam nodded, "Sure he'll tell you the story after he's had a drink."

While Sam meant that as nothing more than a passing comment, it was plan the girl was sure would work on Dean. So, as they moved for the next town over, in search of a next job, Y/n suggested they spend some time at the local bar. There weren't many a time they were settled in a town where no demon, monster or creature was yet to be crawling for them. Which led both brothers to agree.

They must have only been three drinks in when Sam put his empty glass back to the table, a sigh following. "I think that's me done for the night." He uttered already grasping for his jacket.

"What? No, Sammy, come on." Dean urged through his own swig of beer. "Y/n was right, when are we next gonna be in bar because we're not investigating some spirit?"

Sam was standing from his seat, "Don't be back too late you two." He stated as he passed Dean, patting his back.

"Sleep well, Sam!" Y/n called, prompting the boy to glance back with a smile before he was gone.

Y/n looked over at the older brother, brow raised as she noticed the cogs in his brain were running. His eyes lit up, "Shots?" He smirked.

Had it been any later than it already was, Y/n probably would have declined. Yet, she found herself nodding. In a split second, Dean was out of his chair and to the bar, soon returning with two glasses of something shiny. "Cheers." Y/n spoke as the two raised their drinks, clinking them together. In sync, they swigged the liquid, burning at their throats before putting the glasses back down to the sticky table.

"So," Y/n started, her eyes exploring Deans in an attempt to grasp where his head was at. "Is this the time for that story?" She was testing the waters with her words.

Dean peaked at her over the shot glass, "What story?"

"About the dream world the Jinn sent you to." Dean's expression moulded into one Y/n was unable to depict. "When I asked about me in this world, you said it was a story for another time."

"Maybe after another shot." Y/n thought for a moment as they both went silent. And in one swift movement, she was at her feet, heading for the bar. "What? Y/n! I didn't mean that literally..." She was already gone.

Dean waited for her return, his fingers fidgeting as he attempted to look as held together as he was able. Even with three beers and some strange spirit down his throat, it didn't make this any easier. "Here." Y/n said, placing the glass down in front of him before taking her seat once again.

"What? No shot for you this time?" He questioned as he glanced down at the empty space on Y/n's side of the table. "This is extortion, you know?"

Y/n huffed as her elbows leant against the table and she got closer to Dean. "Look, you don't have to tell me anything Dean, but I've never known you to keep secrets from me." The boy could have laughed at the irony in that this secret was one of which he had been keeping from her for years now. "Which makes me think that whatever this something is that you're not telling me, it has to be bothering you."

Dean is silent for a couple of moments. He has to grip at all his thoughts. All of which are demanding he retreat as he does every time. But his heart can't help but yearn for his best friend sat in front of him. "When I woke up in that place, I was in this apartment. It was really nice. And in the bed I woke up in, you were sleeping next to me. But not as my best friend, or roommate. You were my girlfriend."

Oh.

Y/n's pupils were wide as she stared back at Dean. She was in doubt with every word. "That's what the Jinn does though, isn't it? Changes some things?"

Dean shook his head, "No. I had wished for it. I wished for it in that moment like I have been doing for years now."

Silence followed.

Dean was holding his breath. He was now the one scanning Y/n, hoping to dig inside whatever thoughts were floating around her head. "Dean..."

Her voice came out in sympathy that the boy had mistaken for pity. So, he was quick to retreat once again. "I know you probably think I'm stupid for even th-"

Y/n was leaning over, her finger tip grazing the bottom of his chin before meeting his lips. Dean was too busy trying to process the moment that he hadn't realised the kiss had happened until she was pulling away. A grin was quick to pull at his lips, "Wish we'd done that earlier."

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novafics · 11 months

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l Trust me l

Dean Winchester x Reader [Y/N]

Warnings: talks of potential injury, talks of mistrust, killing.

Summary: Both Dean and [Y/N] were the most hard headed people, today [Y/N] is determined to prove to Dean just how capable she is.

Word Count: 1.1K

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Currently both Winchester boys and [Y/N] were sitting in a dingy motel room practically pulling at straws at who the witch they were hunting could be. Both [Y/N] and Dean were split on who it could be with Sam playing the middleman. Both [Y/N] and Dean could be stubborn with their own ideas on cases but always ended up compromising, today though was another story. Dean was dead set on the witch being the long, white haired, angry store owner whom they interviewed earlier on in the day, she technically was the perfect candidate. She had both the look and the attitude of the Witch they were hunting along with her working in an old antique store to Dean this looked like an easy hunt, however [Y/N] had her eyes set on another target, it was a bit out there but there was a feeling that she couldn’t shake.

To [Y/N] the witch was the 30 year old male janitor at the police station, to her she couldn’t shake the fact that every kill that had happened took place a few hours after every police interview to which the janitor was in ear shot every time was too much to ignore. But to Dean [Y/N] was acting too paranoid and was refusing to entertain the possibility that it could be possible. Dean loved [Y/N] more than he could put into words however he often let his hardheadedness get too far.

“Why will you not even entertain the fact that it could be him, do you not trust my judgement?” [Y/N] snapped, they have never argued this much, not in the 5 years that the two have been together. “In this moment no [Y/N] i don’t, why can’t you just let this be an easy hunt for once?” he snapped back. In that moment [Y/N] decided that she would just prove dean wrong and do it herself. A decision that could either prove to Dean just how capable she is, or a mistake that could cost her.

“Fine Dean I will just have to prove you wrong then” and with that said [Y/N] stormed out of the motel, slamming the door behind her, leaving Sam and Dean inside.

“C’mon Dean could you not even entertain the idea that the witch is not who you think it is?” Sam asked, feeling guilty that [Y/N] had gone off on her own, worried that because of Dean’s stubbornness she could get into a very bad situation or potentially injured. “Really Sam you too?” At this point with [Y/N] being out there alone the possibility that he could be wrong and he just let his girlfriend go to kill the witch alone has made his blood start to run cold and his mind clear the possibility that he could be wrong.

Dean started to look at all the facts more clearly now, yes the woman at the antique store fit the witch’s profile in both her looks and attitude but the more he started to think about it the more the janitor was starting to look like the witch. All the people killed were customers at the antique store however through further investigation on Sam’s part they were all connected to people who worked at the Police station. With this new fact coming to light both Sam and Dean sprung into action racing into the Impala and hoping to god that they got there in time before [Y/N] could potentially be in danger.

As [Y/N] left the motel she had only one thing on her mind and that was to prove Dean wrong. No matter how hard headed he could be [Y/N] would always love him but she just wanted him to acknowledge that she was just as much as a capable hunter as he is.

As [Y/N] approached the police station she took extra care to make sure she didn’t let the witch know she was there, the last thing she wanted was to tip the witch off and get herself captured, or worse killed. The only weapon she had on hand was her knife, not much but enough if she could catch him off guard. As she rounded the corner into the main area of the precinct she spotted the witch in one of the conference rooms on the right. For a moment she let doubt run through her with the knife gripped in her hand as she slowly stalked towards the room. ‘What if i'm wrong?, what if Dean was right and i'm about to kill an innocent person?’ she wondered, the thing [Y/N] feared most in being a hunter is getting things wrong and innocent people getting hurt. She was seriously doubting herself as she got closer, however all of this disappeared as soon as she spotted the janitor mixing ingredients to make a spell with the wife of one of the police officers being tied up, bloody in front of him. He was the witch. She was right.

That’s all the confirmation she needed as she stalked closer, she couldn’t let him know that she was there, she only had one chance at this and she couldn’t fail. As she slowly approached behind him, knife helped up ready to strike she made eye contact with the woman tied up, the fear in her eyes gave [Y/N] all the permission she needed in this moment as she brought the knife down stabbing into the unsuspecting witch, killing him and dropping him onto the floor. [Y/N] then made a move to start untying the woman in front of her who was sobbing uncontrollably while thanking [Y/N] for saving her.

Moments later both Sam and Dead busted through the door guns and knives held high ready to fight. Upon seeing the dead witch on the floor and [Y/N] and the woman she saved in front of them Dean sprung forward engulfing [Y/N] in his arms apologising profusely. “I am so sorry sweetheart, I should never have doubted you, I regretted it all the moment you left the motel” [Y/N] has never heard Dean sound so sorry in the whole time she had known him, only then realising just how worried he had been. “I will never doubt you again, I mean look at all this, Killing a witch and saving a hostage, iv never been so sorry and so proud of you” hearing this brought tears to her eyes, this whole time all she wanted was to prove to Dean just how capable she was, and now he knew and he would never doubt her again.

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bunnysbrainrot · 7 months

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Discreet

Kinktober Prompt: Dirty Talk

Relationship: Dean Winhester x Reader

Content: Sexual content, implied sex, sexting, Dean has a breeding kink, mentions of cum/creampies, exhibitionism fantasies.

Summary: While trying to focus on research, Dean executes a plan to distract you, shamelessly in front of his brother. Can you hold it together, or will you crack under the pressure?

"Hold on, I think we're looking at the wrong Louisville," Sam speaks up. You whip your head to the brother before opening your laptop to inspect for yourself.

Dean arches an eyebrow, "Sam, there are a million Louisville's, you gotta narrow it down."

In his lap, Dean begins to type into his phone. You shift in your seat, staring at your open laptop, opened to a list of different states that are each home to a different Louisville. In your back pocket your phone vibrates against your chair. You glance at Dean before opening the new notification.

I'm bored.

You stifle a laugh but roll your eyes, replying to Dean.

Another vamp case isn't enough for you?

You see Dean smirk out of your periphery. Sam's brows furrow as he mutters to himself, scrolling through different sites and resources, occasionally asking for your and Dean's input.

"We've checked Kentucky and Georgia already - I think Ohio should be next on our list."

"Since when do Vampires attack cities just based on its name?"

Sam clears his throat. Your phone vibrates in your hand; you swiftly check the message, but instantly forget the start of Sam's explanation.

You have no idea how badly I want to fuck you right now.

A rush of red floods your cheeks before you shove the phone back into your pocket. You snap back to attention for Sam, though your mind is traveling elsewhere.

"The way I see it, vampires can have a pretty twisted sense of humor. It's possible that vamps from all of these different states thought it would be funny to go after their own Louisvilles."

Despite Sam's talking, Dean's attention is set on you as you try to pay attention. He smiles when he watches you falter over Sam's words, and laughs when you have to ask Sam to repeat part of what he said. Of course Sam pays little mind at first and simply reiterates, but still shifts his attention to Dean. You take a break to reply to him.

right now??? Dean we're literally in the middle of our research.

A swift reply from a too-cool Dean: I know.

You put down your phone with a short exhale and school yourself back into a research mindset. A few minutes pass without a disturbance, save for the occasional comment or question from you or Sam, but there was radio silence from Dean. Until he prods further, at least.

"Hey, check the link I sent you," after you perk your head up, you realize that Dean's focus is on you once again.

"Could you send it to me, too, Dean?" Sam requests.

Dean quickly changes the subject, "It's not for the case, it was somethin' we were talking about earlier. But trust me, if I find anymore nerd content, I'll send it your way."

Sam gives his brother a glare before he tends back to his laptop. You comply with Dean and look at your phone, and it takes everything in your willpower to keep yourself collected.

I would fuck you on this table right now, if I could. You're lucky I don't want to scar Sam for life.

You accidentally chuckle, bringing Sam to attention again. You mutter an apology at his confused look and you both look back to your computers. Hiding your phone behind your laptop screen and out of view, you watch the flood of Dean's texts come in.

You would sound so much prettier if I could hear your screams echo off the walls.

Warmth floods between your thighs - you instinctively clench onto nothing but the thought of Dean buried in you, splayed wide on the mahogany table. Your mind rushes to the idea of Dean bending you over onto the wood, holding you firmly at the hips as he juts his hips from behind.

Everything alright, sweetheart?

His teasing leaves you scowling at your phone. Hopefully your expression could be assumed to be directed at your research, which hasn't made any progress, no thanks to Dean. You debate your reply before sending it.

What else would you do?

You see a smile stretch Dean's lips as he prepares his response. You tense as you await, but his text is drawn out, making you wait. Dean was delivering this flawlessly - just enough to watch you squirm and lose yourself to the thoughts.

I would start out slow. Ideally you'd just be in a t-shirt and panties, sitting right here in front of me on the table. I would lean you back, and slowly pull your panties to the side...

It was all he gave you, for the time being. You shift in your seat again, clicking your laptop a few times to build the illusion of intent research.

Your phone buzzes with a new message.

I would start with my fingers. I'd tug your panties to the side, and slip a finger in. You'd sound so much better when you'd try to keep quiet. I would make you come with one finger, then two, then three.

The reply to him is short, but it's all you can muster as you've fallen under his spell, Would we be alone?

Dean clears his throat before he rises from the table. He holds an arm in front of his crotch and quickly turns to leave for the kitchen.

"Want a beer?" he asks generally.

Fuck, you needed more than a beer. To deal with this, he should've offered a handle of vodka for you to drown out the untimely advances.

"Sure," echo you and Sam, smiling at each other that you spoke at the same time. After all these months with the brothers, you all had really begun to mimic behaviors. It was a beautiful sign of the time you've shared and the intricate work you all put into your relationships.

It's a nice way to clear your clouded head. That is, until you see a new reply from Dean. You make a particular effort to watch Sam out of the corner of your eye.

Doesn't matter. If someone was home, they'd have a hell of a show.

You quip, You're feeling pretty bold, huh?

He reminds you, Again, you're lucky I don't want to scar Sam for life.

Dean comes back into the room, meticulously holding three beers in one hand, while he texts with the other. You're intently eyeing your phone as you await his reply.

I'd add my tongue, too. I know exactly what pretty sounds you make when I've got my fingers in your pussy, and your clit in my mouth. You'd look so pretty trying to grip onto the table.

The scowl stitching your brows together softens as you feed into the flirtations. A fresh flow of heat melts between your legs, reminding you immediately of the power Dean could have over your body, even without using his hands.

You'd be shaking by the time I was done. You would be begging like you always do. Begging for my cock, begging me to fill up your needy pussy. Cause my hands just aren't enough to fuck you dumb, are they?

Breath hitches in your throat. Are you seriously about to full-on sext Dean right in front of his brother? Surely, Sam would have to notice at some point, though Dean shows no sign of him regarding it.

No, sir, you admit. You prop your phone back on your laptop and 'continue to research', pathetically at that.

Sweet girl is always needing my big cock to ruin her insides, isn't she?

The image of Dean's length intrudes your thoughts, throbbing and leaking with beads of precum. You can envision its warmth at your entrance, and the way Dean notches the thick head of him into your tight hole before he eases himself inside. Your fingers ache with the effort of not shoving them into your slicked panties to toy with yourself.

Dean's teasing doesn't ease in the slightest. If anything, it seems like he's trying to have you undone. Begging.

You'd ride me in the chair, first. I would have you fuck yourself onto my cock, but you wouldn't be able to come yet. Not until I can watch the way I stretch you open on the table.

Sam's muttering saves you from falling too deep into the rabbit hole Dean's excavated for you. You steady your breath, debating the risk of replying back to Dean. If he's finding amusement in doing this, you can't tell - his expression is cool and collected, to your frustration.

Do you know that your tummy bulges when I'm inside you? I'd make you watch. You'd see how my big cock shoves into that tight pussy, stretching her wide open for me.

You squirm helplessly in your seat, crossing your legs to stifle the dull throbbing radiating from your clit. With your thighs shifting together, you brace yourself to finally issue a reply.

You're mean

Dean audibly chuckles. Sam inspects him and scowls, "Dean, are you even doing your research? We really need to work on this - we're leaving tomorrow."

The eldest Winchester trains his expression back to utter seriousness, "Y'gonna wring my neck for taking a break?"

"This is important-"

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Dean dismisses, zoning back in on his own laptop and ignoring his glaring brother. You ease slightly now that the heat is pushed to Dean. But, the texts don't stop. Dean assumes a stronger façade, steeling his poker face.

You like it, though. I don't think you understand how wet you get when I'm a little mean. You love being my perfect slut. I wish you knew how tight you feel when I call you a whore.

The answer was evident in your sex. Your walls flutter around the emptiness in your neglected pussy, longing for a proper filling. Lust glazes your eyes as you glance up at Dean, finding him smirking knowingly at you. Fuck him. He knows exactly what he's doing to you.

"Dean, I'm sending you some articles. These are from the Lousiville in Ohio - those deaths look pretty similar."

Sam's words fall on deaf ears. After a few moments, Dean finally opens the links his brother sent him, giving you a bit of a break from his relentless texts.

You direct your attention back to your laptop and ogle at the screen. The thoughts Dean planted in your mind run a rough course, battering you with each thrust and moan that could be happening if you and Dean were alone.

Assuming Dean's read the articles, you stare at his next text, heat rumbling in your gut.

Would you be a good cumslut? Would you take my cock like a needy little whore?

He needs an answer. Dean needs to know that his words are taking effect, and he wants to hear it from you - how eager you are.

You reply, I would. I'll be a good girl.

Because you know what I do with brats, right? Dean's reply shudders through your core.

This time, you don't reply. Ultimately, his question is rhetorical and answered immediately in your subconscious. Any sort of bratty behavior is quickly corrected by either Dean's punishment, or a complete denial of any stimulation until you were begging for Dean's forgiveness. You'd spent countless times on your knees, in front of Dean's cock, begging for him to absolve you, and fuck you senseless.

If you're good, I'll give you what you want. How does it feel when my cum is deep inside of you?

The drenched fabric of your panties rubs against your slick folds. You adjust your sitting position, sitting up to let yourself open onto the material of your underwear. Ever so slightly, you grind yourself in your seat, watching Sam intently out of the corner of your eye, hoping he won't notice the feeble attempt to get yourself off.

The reply is short, It feels good, sir.

Dean clears his throat, and pretends to open a web browser.

I know, sweetheart. Feels good to keep me in your sweet pussy, keeping all of my cum for yourself. It feels so good to breed your cunt.

A deeper strain aches at your arms, urging yourself to take your own break to relieve yourself in the bathroom. Dean can see you squirm in your chair, and intentionally avoid his stare.

He texts you again, trying to earn a visible response to his taunts.

After I'm done, I would hold your legs open and watch my cum leak out of you. One of these days, I want to see how many times I can do it in a day. You'd be messy all day long.

You envision it yourself - the foreign image of white, warm ropes of Dean's cum spilling out of your stretched cunt and onto the floor below, wasted. Tightness pulls your abdomen taught as you think about being bred for an entire day, all to Dean's satisfaction. Your pussy clamps down onto nothing, yet again, at the sheer thought of it.

"I'll send you the same articles I sent to Dean. Let me know what you think," Sam is honing in on you this time. You nod and keep an eye out for the incoming links, and click on them. Eyeing them intentionally, you try to shove aside the persistent fantasies from taking over your senses.

Another text pops up on your screen.

It would be a lazy day. In the morning I would fuck you slow, giving you your first load of the day. We'd make lunch. You'd still be sore, but not as sore as you'd be after we eat.

Your mind travels elsewhere. The computer screen fades out of your attention as your eyes glaze over again.

I would fuck you on the kitchen table. You'd pull your panties up right after I was done and sit in my cum for hours, waiting for more. I wouldn't let you take those panties off. You wouldn't waste anything I gave you.

He was exactly right. It didn't matter how many times Dean had spilled himself into you, you relished the feeling of his cum buried deep inside of your pussy, precisely where it should be.

You want to touch yourself, don't you, sweetheart?

Your fingers twitch at the screen, as if they want to follow Dean's question to provide him a swift answer.

I want you to fuck me.

Dean's smirk grows. Your breath grows strained as he replies.

Needy little slut.

It would've been your undoing if it weren't for Sam's company. You throw a pitiful look toward Dean, but it goes ignored.

You'd let me take you anywhere in this bunker, wouldn't you? I could fill you up in every room of this place.

You reeled over the number of room's in the bunker, listing them off until you lost count. The slick between your folds soaks your panties further as you writhe gently in your chair.

I know you will. You would love knowing that I've stuffed your cunt in every room. And no one else would know, but we would. It would give you plenty to think about.

The mere idea of it gave you more than enough to go off of. How Sam hasn't realized that something's amiss, you don't understand, but are silently thankful that he can't see your unraveling. Dean, however, cannot focus on anything else. The strain of his cock against his jeans is bordering on discomfort, but he intends to keep you under his spell.

He lowers a hand to his lap and slightly grazes the growing bulge. Dean seems to have teased himself just as much as he did you - all thoughts of research dissolved in the presence of his new fantasies.

I'll bet you $10 that Sam is gonna run an errand after this. We should see how well we can use the free time.

A new tension tightens in your tummy. There would be no telling how long Sam would be occupied for, but Dean didn't see any qualms.

Yes, but maybe not in the main hall, for everyone to see us?

Your compromise is accepted. Dean nods slightly across from you, still staring at his laptop screen, then glancing to his phone.

Prude.

Under the table, you kick Dean's shin. He yelps at the new pain in his leg, earning a confused look from his brother. Sam looks between the two of you quizzically.

"Do y'all need a room to yourselves, or something?"

Dean smiles at his brother, avoiding your new glare, "No, no, we're fine. Aren't we, baby?"

The glare doesn't let up, but you don't reveal the truth of your texts with Dean. You look to Sam and jab a thumb toward his brother.

"He's being a dick, can you punch him for me?"

Without question, Sam delivers a firm punch to Dean's arm. Dean's shocked frustration is met with a devilish smirk from you, satisfied that you're now blameless. A moment after the brotherly bickering, a new text lights up your phone.

You're mean

You giggle at the screen and send him a final reply, letting him sit with the thoughts he'd poured into both of your heads.

I know. But, you like it.

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Apologies that this took so long. I appreciate all of your kind messages as I balance how busy life has been lately. Thank you for all of your love and support! Happy reading!

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#supernatural #bunny writes #kinktober #dean winchester smut #supernatural smut #dean winchester #supernatural fanfiction #dean x reader #spn smut #spnfandom #spn #fanfiction

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yurinatural · 7 months

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got some straight gas this strain is called s sam winhester blushing emoji you'll be zonked out of your gourd one hunred emoji seven year old me: yeah whatever i dont feel shit

my buddy present day yurinatural pacing: netflix is lying to us

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sailorsally · 3 years

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#crowley my beloved <3 #crowley #sam winhester #spn #spn s12 #12x08 #spn lotus

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ywhiterain · 3 years

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so I’m going to post more detailed thoughts later

but wtf on fandom thinking Sam’s just Jack’s uncle? Sam’s his most important relationship in the narrative (which isn’t the same as his most important relationship period). Jack in the Box ends with Sam saying Jack’s name. This isn’t complicated stuff. It’s very straightforward storytelling.

I’m being flip with my tag about Sam being Jack’s mom. But. In 14x18, Sam’s big bonding moment with Mary in her death episode was about then bonding over being parents. While Dean and Cas are both mentioned as Jack’s father’s - it’s pretty clear that the main parent is Sam (rip Kelly). Hell, Sam and Jack’s flashbacks were intertwined - Jack’s flashback seamlessly transitions into Sam’s flashback - mother to son, son to son. The circle of life~

They even brought back Halluciffer to torment Jack. The circumstances are pretty different, yeah, but Jack basically a remix of Sam. His huge destiny is also akin to early season Sam. He was supposed to change everything, but the writer’s strike happened and season eight was deconstructionist in nature. So Jack finishes Sam’s story as the Chosen Special, because SPN is nothing if not meta.

Sam also has the most complicated relationship with Jack post Mary’s death. Dean is Team Lock Up Jack Fuck That Loser while Cas is Team Save Jack It’s Not His Fault His Soul Is Gone. Sam’s feelings aren’t presented as straightforward as Dean and Cas, making most of the internal tension is about Sam and Jack’s relationship, because we know where Dean and Cas stand while Sam is more torn up. Sam’s the one who prays to Jack, Sam’s the one who Jack turns to for reassurance.

The last shot is of Sam breathing Jack’s name.

(Also while Dumah’s methods were sketchy as hell, I do think she’s got a point on making new angels. To keep all the souls in heaven and such. Though, man, now that I think about it, heaven going away and an entre season of ghost stories would be aces. Man, I miss ghost stories. We’ve only had like, one, this season. :()

#sam is jack's mom :)#spn meta #sam and jack #jack kline #sam winhester #the great spn (re)watch

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missjackil · 6 years

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Did you ever think

Sam and Dean are special, and important, to Chuck/God because theyre the sons he’s always wanted? They have so many similarities to Michael and Lucifer, and are polar opposites in so many ways. Both Michael and Lucifer loved their Father. Michael would do anything he asked him to, Lucifer loved him but rebelled because his Father loved something else.... Lucifer hated people so he corrupted them, Michael hates people because they’re corrupt, but Sam and Dean both hate the corruption, not the people. They both even say people are innocent, even when theyre not. Chuck may have looked at his 4 sons and saw that Raphiel was only interested in power, and Gabriel was only interested in sex and partying. But Michael and Lucifer were special. Maybe through them, they could all love people, and love each other, and they’d be happy. But that isnt how it went. So maybe Chuck decided to create his perfect sons in humans.It would take a long time though, creation takes time, love, and patience to really get it right. He would have to start from scratch. Form these 2 wonderful humans from strong bloodlines of strength and intelligence, but most importantly, love. Not just love, but love stong enough that started and ended with each other, and was filled in with the love for others. Maybe, everything that Sam and Dean have been through since birth, was to bring them to where they are now. They know how to love their own father, even though he screwed up, they know how to forgive their mother even though she screwed up, and even though people are crazy, and capable of terrible things, they’re worth saving, because everyone has good in them. They both survived the tortures of Hell but it didnt break them. Theyve both been beaten and murdered by humans, but they dont give up. Theyve both hurt each other deeply on so many levels, ones no one else would forgive the other for, but they have, They love each other that much. According to Swan Song, Michael would have to kill Lucifer, Dads orders... Lucifer didnt want to fight, but if he had to, he would, and would fight to the death. John told Dean he may have to kill Sam, and Dean, who would otherwise do whatever John told him to, said no way. he’d never kill Sam.Sam doesnt want to fight Dean, but he will if he has to, but he’d never fight him to the death. He’d let Dean kill him first.

The Winchester bros arent perfect men, but they’re GOOD men, so good that its easy for us to overlook the bad they do, like stealing cars, credit card fraud, drunkeness, lust, pride, and almost anything you could think of, but their hearts are so pure, and they kill themselves (literally) for the sake of love and whats right. They didnt accept their destiny the way it was written out for them. Sam wouldnt say Yes to Lucifer to “win” he said Yes for love. Dean wouldnt say Yes to Michael to win, but he said Yes out of Love. Sam and Dean have literally better, stronger, and more precious than Archangels. And the kicker is.... they’re humble... too humble, they both think they themselves are crap, but their brother is priceless. They’ve learned that good and bad arent black and white. You have to love to see the shades of grey, and realize no one is perfect and no one is beyond salvation. Maybe Chuck is watching, and smiling, every time Sam and Dean break every rule to save each other, and throw their lives down to save the world,... and he says “This..... this is what I wanted from day one″ This is what i think the Supernatural Big Picture is all about.

#sam winhester #dean winchester #chuck #big picture #end game #best sons ever #where human #not angels #my meta

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b1t5andpi3c3s · 4 years

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“What does it say?” Dean asked, staring down at the girl who was sitting in front of him and Sam, tablet in her hands.

“It says you’re a dick.”

**gif not mine**

#spn #supernatural imagine #supernatural #dean winhester #sam winchester #sam winchester imagine #dean winchester imagine

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wherestheangel · 4 years

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I feel like it's been an eternity since I've seen them use emf meters

#spn #supernatural #sam winchester #dean winhester #spn 15x16 #spn spoilers

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brieflymaximumprincess · 7 years

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Samifer - 50′s diner aesthetic

#something that was in my head all day #samifer #samifer aesthetic #sam winhester #lucifer #spn lucifer #50's diner #50's aesthetic #mine #my aesthetics #milton's 50's diner and second service

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Huntress- Part 22: Promise

Sam x Daughter!Reader, takes place in S12 E22 so warning:SPOILERS

Part one Part two Part three Part four Part five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight Part Nine Part Ten Part Eleven Part Twelve Part Thirteen Part Fourteen Part Fifteen Part Sixteen Part Seventeen Part Eighteen Part Nineteen Part Twenty Part Twenty One

“There’s gotta be a way out.” Uncle Dean said firmly to the room. He’d found the control panel and was switching all the lights that he could back on, revealing the empty hallways. Toni was on the steps, slightly higher than the rest of you as though putting on some sort of authoritarian presence would help in this kind of situation.

You’d sunk to the floor, trying to clean up your wound with the first aid kit even though your Dad had told you to wait for him. He came in, shooting frowning at you, he had a cloth and a spare sweatshirt. “Hey, I got it.” He said gently, kneeling down and taking over. You threw your head back against the wall and sighed, “She didn’t mean to miss.” “What?” “Mary, she aimed to kill. I just ducked quickly.” You said, not really sure what your point was. “She’s not herself, you know that?” “Oh Y/N knows that better than anyone.” Toni cut in.

“Alright alright,” Uncle Dean waved her away, “come on. Let’s think. Uh…air vents?” “There’s choke points, not even I could squeeze through.” Toni dismissed. “Okay,” Uncle Dean nodded, “well then how about we just kill you.” “I’ll do it.” You said, offering Toni a sickly-sweet smile. Toni glared back, “Mummy would be so proud.” “Seriously, you heard what Ketch said,” Dean continued, “we’ve got three days of air. Killing her might buy us another day.” “But you need me,” Toni said, “I’m the only one who can reverse Mary’s treatment.” “There is no reverse,” You said, “there’s nothing we can do…” You glanced at your Dad sadly and he paused from bandaging, taking a moment to realise just how familiar you were with this sort of thing. “We’ve progressed since then, Y/N. There’s reverse treatment and it’s not yet too late for Mary. Face it, you need me alive.”

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“It won’t work.” Toni said, making you all look up from your books. “We can use magic to reverse the mechanisms.” Your Dad explained, taking another lore book from the increasing pile. “Yes,” Toni nodded, “and it won’t work. Ketch will have thought about that and prevented any magic. I know it.” The bandage on your arm was a little too tight and you kept having to wiggle your fingers to make it more comfortable. The blood loss had made you a little more light headed than would be ideal in this sort of scenario, but you were okay. You all leaned back from your books in defeat, “Tell me something,” you began, your voice was louder than it usually was and you were holding back rage, “if you’re so fucking smart then you find a way out of here.” Everyone stared at you, Toni’s face white. “Not so talkative now, are you?” You taunted, “Listen, if you wanna circle around us making comments at the very least make them useful. Because otherwise you’re just wasting air, okay?”

There was a moment where you thought that was it, that was all anyone was going to say, but Toni said something you weren’t expecting, “You can get us out.” You glanced over to your Dad and Uncle before looking back at Toni, “What?” “These powers that you have, you can control them. You can use them to do just about anything. Yes, getting the doors open will be mentally exhausting but it is possible. You can control them, Y/N, focus on getting us out of here.” “I’m sorry, powers?” Uncle Dean repeated. “Y/N has similar psychic abilities to what Sam had a few years ago….don’t look so surprised, of course we knew about those. Only, they’ve become enhanced with the introduction of a Nephilim. Some sort of celestial power surge if you will.” “Like that power up thing that happened to Cas?” Uncle Dean questioned and you shrugged. “Yeah, but all I’ve done is pass out and unwillingly had visions.” You commented, annoyed you hadn’t realised this earlier. “You’ve had visions?” Your Dad asked. You didn’t look at him. “Y/N, I can try and help you. This is our only shot.” Toni said, ignoring your Dad completely. You looked at your Dad, he had a concerned expression and was fidgeting with his shirt. “This is crazy.” Uncle Dean said before getting up from his chair. “Again, visions?” Your Dad repeated. “I don’t know…I saw you three in the car when you were on your way back to the bunker. It just happened.” Your Dad nodded slowly.

You took a deep breath in and looked at Toni, “Okay, I can try. Dad, Uncle De, you guys should look for other options. We’ve not got long…” Uncle Dean nodded gently, “Okay, kid.” Your Dad came over to you and reassured you, “Whatever happens, it’s okay. Alright, bug?” You nodded. “Yeah, Dad. Thanks.”

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Your brain hurt. It was so tired. Exhausted from the blood loss, shaken up from the past few days and practically falling apart over this stupid celestial power crap. And to top it all off, Toni was going to be one of the last people you see. That was great. Just great.

“Just focus on it.” Toni hissed, already getting impatient. You’d spent hours staring at a pencil trying to move it. It was ridiculous. You felt like Matilda only you weren’t going to be the hero, but the idiot who can see visions of other people across the state by accident but can’t even move a pencil when they try. The pencil didn’t even look real anymore, almost a 2D imprint on the table. You could scratch it away with a knife if you tried. “Toni, it’s not gonna work.” You sighed, leaning back in your chair. This was it- you’d already admitted defeat. On the other hand, Toni had not. “Brooks. We are going to die and you are the only one here who can change that. I refuse to die. Especially surrounded by you…you fools!” “Oh, you refuse to die, do you? Oh thank goodness! Don’t worry everyone, Toni refuses to die. Good luck with this one, Death.” “You’re unbelievable.” Toni tutted. “I’m not the one who spent years of my life lying and cheating, murdering other people and their families all for a job,” you shot up from your seat, “It’s not even a real job! And you didn’t even get it!” You chuckled, angry and fed up. As you rose from your chair, both you and Toni remained unaware of the books on the shelves and the plates and the cups on the tables rising with you. They floated, a few centimetres above their resting place, shaking with you as your rage boiled over. “Brooks, this isn’t about that. We need to get out of here, it’s not my fault you can’t even move a bloody pencil. You’re pathetic.”

You cried back at her, “I tried! I tried for hours! It’s not going to happen.”

“Fine,” Toni snapped, “I’ll find a way out myself.”

You watched her turn the corner and felt all the anger in you die away, sending you to the floor. If it wasn’t for the crash of everything else falling back with you, you would have stayed knelt. But the overbearing sound raced to your ears and you rose back to your feet, scanning your surroundings. There was crockery and cutlery and pages and pages of books scattered about the floor. Some of the plates were smashed into pieces as unwanted jigsaws. Most of the books landed back shut, but a few were sprawled out, pages bent and creased where they had landed.

Your hands were trembling.

Your ears were ringing.

Your wound pounded with a dull sting.

The pencil was gone.

You stumbled backwards, each breath hitched in your throat and your blood throbbed in your head. In a desperate panic you stammered out an attempt to shout that came out as a barely a whisper: “Dad…”

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Sam’s POV

Dean and I were stood around a pile of blueprints, desperately skimming through the maps of the Bunker, trying to find a loophole in the system or any sort of emergency escape. There was one way out, but the walls were way too thick to break down quick enough, especially with the lack of air. “How do you think they’re getting on?” I asked Dean, nervously folding down the corner of a page. “It’s Toni and Y/N, they’re probably killing each other.” “Dean.” “Well, you remember how freaked out you were when you had those dreams, Y/N’s probably feeling just the same, if not worse. There’s no way we’re getting out of here that way. I’m sorry, I just don’t think it’s possible. Maybe if we had more time, but we can’t possibly do this in just a couple hours…and frankly, I don’t think Y/N thinks she can either.” “Yeah,” I nodded, “you’re probably right…I just can’t believe this is how it’s gonna end. After everything. I wish there was a way, even if we could just get Y/N out of here.” Dean looked at me for a long time, his eyes sad, “Yeah…me too…”

I thought about how unfair this was, about how Y/N had finally escaped those British Men of Letter’s bitches, and that they were still going to be the death of her. The bunker was supposed to be a home, but Ketch was right, it was just another tomb. I could already feel the air getting thin, my breaths were deeper each time and there was a faint exhaustion to atmosphere.

A crash made me and Dean glance up from the maps, it wasn’t just something falling, it was a cacophony of noises only all at once. I leapt from my chair, Dean not far behind and raced to where we’d last left Y/N.

She was on the floor, out cold as though the air had already left her lungs. “Y/N!” I hurried over to where she lay and examined her for any signs of wounds. Other than the one I’d bandaged earlier, she looked unharmed. “Y/N, hey, hey? Y/N, sweetheart, hey. Come on. Wake up, bug.” I panicked, holding her so she was leaning against my chest. She didn’t show any time of waking up, still unconscious. “DEAN!?” I cried out, checking to see if she was still breathing. Her breaths were shallow, but she was breathing. Dean raced over to us, “Come on, let’s get her to a bed.”

I gently picked up my girl, following Dean down the hallway.

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Y/N lay on my bed, her bullet wound looking like a cat scratch, now. Dean had gone to find Toni and figure out what had happened as well as a way out of here. I know I should have been helping them. I know that there was no point being at her side while we had less than a day left for us, but I couldn’t bring myself to.

Her face was pale and my stomach churned.

“I’m sorry, baby girl.” I whispered, moving so I was next to her on the bed and taking her hand in mine.

Her hand was cold and my stomach churned.

Even though she was alive, I couldn’t help but think about how this could be the last time I was going to see her. Unresponsive, unconscious.

“Please wake up,” my voice broke and my lip trembled, “just wake up, Y/N. For your Dad, yeah? Please…”

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Dean came in the room. His movements were slow which meant there wasn’t any good news. “How is she?” He asked, perching on the bed and avoiding both my gaze and where Y/N lay. “I don’t know.” I admitted, shaking my head. “She’s a good kid,” Dean said, “and you’re a good Dad.” I smiled through teary eyes, “And she has a good Uncle.” Dean smiled back.

We sat in silence, neither wanting to ruin the melancholy moment we were in.

Y/N stirred a little and I adjusted, giving her room to move. Her eyes opened slowly and she brought her hand to her head, scrunching her face up like she had a headache. I smiled with relief, able to forget for a moment our doom. “Y/N?” I said, “Oh thank God.” I let out the breath I’d been holding, “Hey, it’s okay. I’m here.” She slowly moved so she was sat up against the headboard, looking at both me and Dean. “You okay, bug?” I asked. The way she responded was as though her reality was a few seconds behind. “Yeah, I’m okay…” She managed.

Dean looked at her sternly, “You better not be doing that thing where you say you’re okay, but you’re actually not.” “You meant that thing you always do?” She managed with a smile and I let out a panicked chuckle. “Shut up.” Dean said, letting himself smile and giving her hand a squeeze.

“What the hell happened?” I asked. Y/N shrugged and went quiet. “Hey, uh, Dean, maybe you should go help Toni?” I suggested, shooting him a look that only a brother would understand. He nodded, putting a hand gently on my shoulder as he passed by.

Y/N stared at our surroundings, her face crestfallen and tired. “Everything…fell with me.” She said quietly, picking at the fraying edges of her sleeve. “What do you mean?” “I tried…I really tried. But I don’t know what this thing is in me and I just don’t know how to control it…” “I know you tried, sweetheart. It’s okay.” “But I couldn’t do it…and Toni was getting mad. I got angry and then something inside me just sort of grew and grew, and then it just went. And everything else…went.” I frowned, trying to understand or grasp any sort of pattern to what was happening to her. But I couldn’t. I didn’t know what was happening. I was supposed to be the one she went to for help. And I was helpless.

“I don’t know what this is, but we’ll figure it out, okay? It’s what we always do. I promise.” I wrapped my arms around her and held her close to my chest. It wasn’t something I would admit, but we were both more than aware that a promise in this situation was empty. This was our last day.

I held back a sob and pressed a kiss to her head instead.

“We don’t have a way out of here, do we?” Y/N looked up at me with scared eyes and I felt my heart ache with the guilt of a helpless father. “We’re working on it.” I said. I probably didn’t sound confident at all.

I sat on the bed, my daughter in my arms as though that could protect her from what was coming. As though a barrier of my body was a suitable opponent for a lack of oxygen.

Her timid voice broke the silence. Timid: nothing like what it was when she had shouted at Toni.

“Dad?”

Her voice was so quiet and I clenched my jaw to stop myself from tearing up. I had to be strong for her.

“Yeah, bug?”

“I’m sorry…”

I held her close and shook my head, “No, sweetie. You don’t have anything to be sorry for. I’m so proud of you, you know that? So proud,” My voice broke and a tear escaped, running down my cheek, “and your Mom…she’d be so proud of you.”

She nodded against my hold, “I know, I just feel like I blew it…”

“You didn’t.” I said with certainty.

She sat up and slowly turned her head to the corridor to the back room. I let her go and wiped my eyes before she looked at me. “…blew it…” She repeated to herself, getting up from the bed and hurrying down the hallway. “Y/N!?” I followed behind her, confused as to where this was going.

We ended up in one of the backrooms where she moved around the boxes as best she could with only one usable arm, clearly looking for something specific. I tried to help as best I could, but didn’t know what she was looking for. She then kicked away a box and grinned. “What is it?” I asked, leaning over to see. In front of her was the grenade launcher, ready to shoot. We’d never actually used it, but Dean would sometimes bring up how desperate he was to fire the thing. I nodded, letting out a laugh of disbelief.

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“You’re lunatics,” Toni paced the room with her arms folded over her chest, “this is a colossally stupid idea.” “Yeah you’re right let’s just suffocate to death and wonder if we could’ve made it out. Sounds a lot safer.” You remarked. “It’s big, it’s beautiful…and its’ dumb.” Uncle Dean smirked, holding the grenade launcher over his shoulder. “The explosion could kill us all! You’d bring the whole bloody place crashing down!” Toni continued. “Yeah.” Uncle Dean smirked. “Yeah.” Dad nodded. “Yeah.” You grinned.

“You’re lunatics. Action-movie-loving, cheeseburger-eating, moronic American lunatics!” “Hope you’re not including me in that.” You smiled sweetly to her as your Dad took her away. You watched them go, choosing to stay behind with your Uncle and watch in case anything happened. Although mostly because it was really cool and you wanted to watch.

Uncle Dean fired, the moment between the pulling of the trigger and the impact of the grenade was barely a millisecond. There was a mighty explosion where pieces of the place crashed down to the floor, bricks and rubble and dust rained down on the floor, but you could just about make out Uncle Dean clambering into a gap in the wall, coughing at the dust. You raced after him, almost tripping up over the pile of bricks. Their rusty colour was interrupted by streaks of ash and dust. There was a ladder built into the wall just behind the gap, you glanced up to see your Uncle making his way to the top, shielding your eyes from the falling rubble. Without hesitating, you followed on.

The wounded arm of yours groaned in pain with each tug of your body up the ladder. You winced, but continued on. Luckily, you had made it close enough for him to see you, “Y/N? What the hell are you doing?” He coughed, doing a double take. “Keep going, old man.” You said, waiting for his foot to move so you could grab the next rung. He shook his head at you, adjusted his grip and turned his head to keep going. As he did so, a rumble of debris made itself known as it fell its way down on top of you both. “De!” You cried, shooting a hand out over above your head in panic and ducking your head, preparing for impact. The sudden movement made the wound in your arm send a strike of pain along it’s nerves and you whimpered. Nothing happened for a little too long, making you frown. “Y/N, how the hell are you doing that?” Uncle Dean said in awe, making you look up. Where your hand was reached out was the pile of rubble, floating in mid-air, as though in slow motion. “I don’t know…” You stammered out, watching it with both amazement and fear that it could come crashing down at any moment, “De you should go in case it falls.” “No way, it’ll fall on you.” He said sternly, putting a hand out for you to take. You looked at it, it was covered in dirt and there was a little scratch that had been bleeding. “If I take my attention away from this it’ll probably fall on both of us. Just go!” “Y/N take my hand. If we’re lucky the rubble will just fall past us. I think you’ve moved it out of the way a little.” You hesitated, watching your Uncle’s determined expression: “Y/N!”

Reluctantly, you turned your attention away from the falling objects and grasped hold of your Uncles hand, immediately holding your body as close to the wall as you could in attempt to miss the debris. They fell past, most missing you by a couple of inches, but a few fell onto you both, making cuts and bruises and gashes. The sound was never-ending. One particularly large rock slammed into Uncle Dean’s leg, making him cry out in pain, it’ passed you by but caught the rung you were standing on, knocking it off the wall. You yelped, feeling your weight now relying on nothing to keep you up there. “I’ve got you!” Uncle Dean assured, his voice just about audible over the crash beneath you. He pulled you up so you were able to grab hold of the next rung which you did. The pain in your arm was worse than when you’d been shot in the first place. You grunted and switched so you were relying on the other arm. “Thanks,” You breathed, “I think that’s the last of them.” “You good?” He asked, despite being the one with the obvious wound. “I’m good,” You nodded, “let’s go.”

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With a limp in his step, Uncle Dean made his way to the door of the bunker, you following behind. You’d flicked what you hoped was the override switch to the system. When the door opened instead of a doomsday red, the normal yellowish glow welcomed you home and you were overcome with relief. Uncle Dean put his arm around you and pulled you in for a quick side hug, ruffling your hair. He smiled proudly, looking down on the bunker’s interior. “Nice going, kiddo.”

Part Twenty Three- To Be Saved

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SPN: *wants me to like/pity John Winchester*

Me:

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Desensitized- Dean Winchester Chapter Two

Demon! Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Explicit language. Jerk! Dean

Disclaimers: As always, I don’t own any of the characters and or plots from Supernatural.

Word Count: 889 words

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You angrily push the two huge shelves filled with boxes open, cringing at the loud creaking. They were disguised as shelves but were really the gateway to a large, cement cage. Which was now hosting Dean. Or, better said, his demon counterpart, Deanmon. A nickname you planned on keeping to yourself as it sounded ridiculous out loud.

Dean is tied up in a chair, his head down at first, but once he takes notice of your presence, he lifts his head, his eyes shifted back to the inky black you wanted to feel disgusted by, but were instead curious about.

“Y/n! Come here to untie me little virgin?” Dean raises a cocky brow, his eyes raking you up and down.

You curse yourself mentally. You had forgotten to put on decent clothes before you headed here, in a fit of fury. So now you were standing there, in front of Dean’s evil twin brother, practically half naked.

“Not a chance demon.” you spit, tugging your booty shorts down self-consciously and approaching him with a cautious step.

He licks his lip with a small smirk and shifts his eyes back to the vivid green you loved so much. “Then what did you come here for?”

You look at him with a ‘really?’ face and plop in front of him in a tall wooden table. He shamelessly checks out your legs and you shift uncomfortably in your seat. “I came to ask of you, nicely of course,” you send him a fake sweet smile. “to shut the fuck up and let me sleep.”

Immediately, he clicks his tongue amusedly. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. See that ain’t happening.” he pauses, meeting your gaze and tugging at his restraints lightly. “’till you untie me from this godforsaken chair.”

You scoff, grinning incredulously. “Yeah, not happening.”

Dean shrugs, opening his mouth dramatically. “RELEASE ME OR THOU SHALL SUFFER-” you cut Dean off abruptly, wincing at his loud mouth.

“Shut up, will ya’?” your voice comes out in a growl and you’re glaring straight at him.

Dean sighs with phony sadness. “I don’t know little virgin...that depends.” he grins. And you know he’s creating an evil scheme almost immediately.

Sighing exasperatedly, you give him an irritated glance. “On what?”

He bites his lip, seemingly thinking for a few seconds before perking up, a newfound sinister excitement shining through his empty jade eyes. “On whether you agree to play this game with me or not.”

You try to suppress your curiosity but you’re sure from his smug expression, you’ve failed miserably. “Or what?”

“I’ll scream louder than before. With my demonic voice.” his voice is pompous and you struggle not to slap that little grin off his gorgeous face.

You silently ponder over the idea, aware of Dean’s expectant gaze before letting your intrigue and the overall need to give your ears a rest win.

“Fine,” you sigh. “What is this little game you wanna play anyways?” you ask, trying not to sound too interested.

Dean clicks his tongue teasingly again. “Ah, ah, ah little virgin. You need to make these go away first.” he motions to his handcuffs with his eyes.

You scoff. “Yeah, that’s definitely not happening. I’d rather sleep on the hard mattress from the room upstairs than do anything anywhere near releasing you.” you hop off the table, whirling around to leave.

“Oh, so you don’t want to know about your Dean’s undying love for you?” You freeze in your spot, in shock. His voice sounds innocent enough, but his intentions were clear. He wanted you to release him. But in exchange, he was willing to tell you of something you could only dream of becoming a reality. Plus, he could be lying for all you knew.

But what if he wasn’t? What if Dean really - nonsense.

You spin so briskly on your heels, you’re surprised you didn’t hurt them. Dean sends you a mock-surprise look. “I’m sure that Dean, the man who made it a point to mock and torture me every chance he got, loved me.” you cross your arms over your chest.

Dean grins knowingly. Like he knew some big secret you didn’t. “Correction; loves you. Gotta admit, there’s a small part of me that’s still chasing after you. Side effect of being human for so long I guess.” he shrugs and you swallow the lump in your throat, willing yourself mentally to not believe any of the lies he was spewing.

But then again, you couldn’t deny that a part of you wanted it to be true. You wanted to hope that maybe your love for Dean wasn’t so one-sided and that you had a chance, even if for a second.

“Come on, sweetheart. why would I lie?” Dean throws his head back and looks at you as if the answer were obvious.

“Because you want me to untie you,” you blurt out almost immediately. He purses his lips. “Touche.” he pauses, thinking.

“Tell you what, princess,” he leans back. “I’ll stay tied up and tell you about old Dean-o’s precious feelings,” he pauses and you’re shocked by his proposal. But he wasn’t done. “If, and only if, you give me a kiss.”

Well, shit.

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Thought You Ought To Know

Pairing: Sister!Reader, Sam, Dean, (ofc)Cait, John

Summary: (Y/n) thinks her family would never be able to accept her for who she is.

Word count: 2152

Warnings: coming out, fear of hate, fluff, acceptance

A/n: This is a coming out story for the reader. Please do not send me hate about this shit. This is my way of imagining what could happen with my parents. Acceptance. Happy Pride everyone!!

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Growing up you knew things were different for you. Not just because your family was full of hunters or the fact that you never had a home but you knew you were different from other people. You and your twin brother Sam were always close but you drifted apart in your teens. He became more about school and you became more introverted and got into researching all about the supernatural. You never could pinpoint why you had issues talking to people. You always thought it had something to do with moving around and never having many friends.

When Sam went off to college and Dean took on more hunting jobs alone, you were stuck in dingy motels in run down towns on research duty. You became fixated on learning more and more about the supernatural world and cared less about the world around you. That was until you met Sara.

She had been one of the staff at the motel you were stationed at, waiting for your father or Dean to call needing information. At first she just smiled and waved and made sure your room always had fresh towels. It took a while for John or Dean to come back and during that time you fell for the dark skinned girl who made you home cooked meals and asked non invasive questions. She kissed you that last night before you left and told you to call her if you ever came back through.

That was the first time you ever questioned whether you liked women or not. Of course being around Dean had allowed you to see all kinds of beautiful women traipsing around but you never thought that you would fall for one. It took a while before you realized that you were into both sexes. You easily fooled your brother into thinking that you were only into men and never thought you would tell him or your long lost twin.

When Sam came back it was amazing. Having both your brothers was a great feeling until things got worse. When John asked to talk to you before he made his deal you were scared.

“Listen to your brothers okay? Let them worry and you stay out of their way. I don’t want you getting hurt.”

You nodded but then it hit you. “Are you leaving again?” You received no answer.

“I know you don’t think I know you but you’re my only daughter. I pay attention (Y/n).”

You just stared at your father for a minute. “She was a pretty one. Find someone who makes you happy. Okay sweetheart?”

A nod was all you could manage before John hugged you and asked you to send Sam in. Later that day, you heard Sam’s cry of help from down the hall. You rushed to his side to find your father's lifeless body.

You kept your sexuality a secret for the longest time. There were more important things to worry about, like the world ending and angels falling. It was many years later before Sam found out.

You had joined a dating website to talk to other singles and maybe to find someone. There had been one that popped up and had grabbed your attention. She was short and cute and super nerdy. That was definitely your type. The two of you would talk all the time about video games, books, and tv shows.

You had left your phone open on the table while grabbing a cup of coffee. It buzzed a few times and Sam saved it from falling before you could react.

“Here you go.” Sam looked down at the phone. “Wait, who's TheForceisWithMe27?”

“Doesn't matter. Just hand me the phone.”

“(Y/n), wait. Is she a friend of yours?”

“Yeah,” you looked down, not meeting his gaze, “Just a friend.”

“She sent you a kissy face emoji.” Sam just stared at you, waiting for a response.

“Sam, it’s just…”

“Are you dating her?” Sam’s face was full of curiosity

“No. I’m not dating her.”

“You don’t have to lie, (Y/n). If you have a relationship with someone just…”

“I don’t! Just leave me alone!”

You stormed out of the kitchen and shut yourself away in your room in the bunker. Sam couldn’t know. He’d hate you. This wasn’t right. He and Dean would kick you out and never talk to you again. With your decision made you quickly grabbed your duffel bag from the closet and started tossing things into it. Not even worrying about what was in there. A knock on your door pulled you from your frantic packing.

The door opened to Sam standing there and just watching you. “What are you doing?”

“Leaving. I shouldn't be here anymore.” you refused to look him in the eyes.

“Why shouldn't you be here?” He was so calm and relaxed. It irritated you to no end.

“You know why. You saw the message. Just let me leave in peace, Sam. I know you don't want me here.”

“Why wouldn't I want you here? You're my sister, my twin. Tell me one good reason why you shouldn't be here.”

You couldn't say it out loud. He knew now, why wouldn't he just let you go?

“Do you think I would hate you for your sexuality? If so, you don't know me at all.” He tried to get you to look at him but you refused. “If you want to talk, let me know. But I love you (Y/n), that will never change.”

You stayed. Sam and you talked about your preferences and you told him all about your crush. “Nerdy and cute? Sounds like you should be with Charlie.”

You looked away at that and the knowing smile on Sam's face grew. “So, you definitely have a type.”

You smiled and hugged your brother as he wished you a good night. Before Sam could leave he turned back. “Don't be afraid to tell him (Y/n). He will love you no matter what. We’re your family.”

You considered Sam’s words over the next week. Sam kept coaxing you and you finally gained the courage to talk to your eldest brother.

You knocked on his door quietly, hoping he wouldn’t actually hear you but then he called out for you to come in.

“Hey, sis. What’s up?” Dean smiled at you as he moved the laptop off his legs.

“I just needed to talk to you about something.”

Dean patted the bed next to him and you quickly made your way to the mattress. You crawled onto the bed and looked to your right. “I don’t want you to hate me.”

“Why would I hate you?” Dean turned to you fully. He was perplexed to say the least.

“Because, I’m not who you think I am.”

Dean just stared. Not sure what to say to that. You both sat there for a minute as you tried to think of the right words. “You gonna explain?”

“I don’t just like guys. I also like girls.” you stared down at your hands as you waited for your brother to say something, anything.

“When do I get to meet her?”

Your head bolted up to meet his bright green eyes that matched yours. “What?”

“Sorry. I mean, when do Sam and I get to meet her?”

“Dean.”

“You really thought I didn’t know?” Dean smiled at you and took your hand. “I’ve known for a long time. That first girl at the motel. She left her number and she definitely didn’t flirt with me or dad.”

You hid your face at the fact that Dean had known all this time. “You’ve known that long? Why didn’t you say something?”

“Not my job to tell you when to come out. That’s up to you.”

Tears started to pool in your eyes as Dean pulled you into a hug. “Sammy and I are always here for you (Y/n/n). Don’t you ever doubt that.”

Your arms wrapped around him and you buried your face in his soft flannel. He buried his hand in your hair and held your head to his chest. You cried for a while as your older brother held you.

When you finally pulled back and wiped away the remnants of your tears, you looked to your brother again. “Thank you.”

Dean kissed the top of your head and hugged you again. “Thank you for telling me.”

It was a few weeks later when you finally allowed your two worlds to collide. You stood outside the restaurant and waited for the familiar car to appear in the lot. Sam and Dean stepped out at the same time. They both smiled at you as they walked up. You were nervous to say the least as you lead them inside and to the table where your girlfriend sat.

You smiled at her as she looked up at the two men that stood behind you. “Sam, Dean, this is Cait. Cait, these are my brothers.”

“It is really nice to meet you, Cait. We’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Same. (Y/n) never shuts up about her brothers.” Cait smiled at you while shaking Sam’s hand. Dean watched the interaction and then leaned in close.

“She’s hot.” Dean winked at you. You smacked his chest before taking your seat next to Cait.

Lunch went over well and everyone got along to your relief. The boys were excited to finally get to know the woman who had stolen your attention. After lunch the guys hugged you and Cait before heading back to the bunker.

“So, am I brother approved?” Cait asked as she grabbed your hand.

You squeezed it tight and stared into her light brown eyes. “Well, Sam is nice to everyone and Dean thinks your hot. So I'm guessing we're good.”

“So, I shouldn't worry about this note that Dean slipped me?”

You gave her a quizzical look and she handed you the folded paper. You opened it to find Dean's scratchy handwriting.

“Hurt her and you'll pay.”

“Wow. I am so sorry, Cait. I had no idea.”

She leaned in closer and moved a stray piece of hair behind your ear. “I don't mind the protective brother.”

You smiled before pressing your lips to hers. “They are super protective, just so you know.”

“Clearly.” she giggled as she fiddled with the paper still in your hand.

Three years later

You woke to find a warm body cuddled up next to you and you smiled as you carded your hand through the soft locks. “Morning, baby.”

Your smile grew as the happy babbles of your son roused your wife from sleep.

“You two need to learn to sleep in.” Cait grumped.

“We can't sleep in when it's mommy's birthday, can we Johnny?”

Cait tried to act like she wasn't enjoying the attention but you knew better. John was babbling away as Cait finally turned to the two of you. “Fine, I'm up.”

“Happy birthday Cait. We love you.” You leaned across your son and gave her a sweet kiss.

“Thank you, baby. I love you both so much.”

“Well you're going to love us even more when you see all your surprises.”

“No. You said no surprises.”

“It's just your two favorite men dropping by.”

“Sam and Dean are coming over?” Cait grew ecstatic.

“I guess you married me for my family right?”

“Oh, I sure did.” Cait teased.

Later that afternoon after cake and presents, you sat down next to your twin as John nestled himself into Sam's lap.

“Thank you.”

Sam glanced at you as John played with his hands. “For what?”

“For accepting me. For not throwing me out. For loving me for who I am.”

“(Y/n).”

“No, Sammy, seriously. I can't tell you how much it means that you and Dean love me and my little family. Not everyone gets that.”

“I know that. I'm just sad it took you so long.”

“Yeah,” you watched as Cait and Dean talked excitedly in the corner, “I guess when I found her I knew it was something my family ought to know.”

Sam nodded and leaned over to kiss your cheek. “Hey, just think, if you would have left that day we may not have this. Or John. Or Cait.”

You agreed quietly and looked around the room. Acceptance, love, it filled your home that you had made. Your family was always there, always encouraging you to be yourself. You didn't know what you would have done if your brother's hadn't accepted you.

You smiled at your son and watched him giggle at his uncle. You prayed for a better world for him. You never wanted him to fear what you thought of him and who he was. Maybe you should have told Sam and Dean earlier. Maybe it was meant to be this way. Who knew but one thing was clear. You were loved and proud.

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