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Supernatural: Purgatory (1)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Summary: Once getting to Purgatory, Cas teleports away leaving you and Dean to fend for yourselves. Meanwhile back on Earth, Sam breaks the news to your parents that he’s not entirely sure if you’re okay or not.

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: Cursing (10x), Some Fluff, Angst

Authors Note: This is part one or episode one of my Supernatural: Purgatory Series! This first part may be a little bit of a slower start, but it’ll get more exciting as parts go on. I just need this first part or so just to set things up for the series | Flashbacks are in italics | If you want to be tagged in this series, message or comment! | If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡

Previously on Supernatural…

You, Cas, and Dean had found yourselves in the middle of an endless forest that had a gloomy overcast to it. It was a place that you didn’t recognize, but the feeling that overtook your body wasn’t a good one – it felt negative, depressing, fearful. You and Dean were lying on the ground on your backs only a few feet away from each other, while Cas was standing in front of both of you looking around at your current surroundings. His facial expressions wouldn’t normally worry you, but in this moment they did as his face was a mixture of pure concern and fear. You looked at Dean, the two of you sharing a similar expression of slight confusion, but with a hint of worry.

When you were lying on the ground, you didn’t realize how much your body had actually ached until you started to get up. You felt so battered and bruised, like you had just been through a tornado. Being the first one to get up from the ground you offered Dean your hand to help him up, which he graciously accepted. “Thanks Sweetheart,” he said, taking your hand and offering a slight smile.

“Any ideas where we could be guys?” You asked, the two of you started looking around.

“I have no clue.” Dean responded. “Cas? Any ideas?” You and Dean looked at Cas, waiting for some kind of answer before you two looked at each other. “Cas?” Dean repeated. He was quiet, more quiet than normal – which was not a good sign.

Cas finally turned and looked at the both of you, a kind of knowing expression on his face. “You two don’t know?” The way Cas spoke was if it should be obvious to where the three of you should be.

“No Cas, that’s why we’re asking.” You said. “Should we?”

“The last thing I remember, the three of us ganked Dick, and then we ended up here in some dark forest place.” Dean looked around again, trying to see if there would be anything that would remotely make this place recognizable to him or you; but there was seemingly nothing. It was just forest, dark forest.

“And where would he go after death?” Cas asked, already knowing the answer.

Cas’ response started to make things click into place for you. You grabbed Dean’s arm, your response made him look at you, the concern returning to his face. “Purgatory.” You mumbled.

“Purgatory?” Dean asked looking at you. He turned to Cas now, your hand still on his arm. “As in Purgatory, Purgatory?” His mind was trying to process this new information, trying to figure out how it was possible that the three of us could even end up here.

“Every soul here is a monster.” Cas began. The sounds of rustling came from the trees that were surrounding the three of you. “This is where they come to prey upon each other for all eternity.”

“Okay. But…How do we get out? We’re not…monsters Cas. We shouldn’t, we shouldn’t even be here.” You felt your heart slightly start to race, as panic started to set in. “I mean, there has to be a way out right? Those dicks got Eve out.”

“But that was with a very specific spell.” Cas responded, his face looking sorrowful. “I’m afraid that we’re most likely going to be ripped to shreds before we find a way out of here. Well, if there actually is a way out of here.”

The sounds of multiple growls came from the surrounding forest where there was once the rustling sound. You turned to look behind you, seeing two sets of red glowing eyes. “Dean…Cas…” The two of them turned in the direction you were looking, Dean’s and yours eyes slowly growing wide.

“Cas, I think we better –” Dean started to say, as the two of you turned back in the direction of Cas. When the two of you turned, he was no longer there. “Cas?”

Now – Purgatory

“Did he just…leave us?” You asked Dean, almost asking in disbelief.

“I, I think he did.” Dean responded, sounding in disbelief himself. “But uh…” The sounds of growling started to grow louder and louder. “We should move.”

You nodded. “Good idea.” And then the two of you started to run.

You and Dean ran as fast and as far as you could, neither of you stopping for what seemed like miles. The sounds of claws chasing after you, with the faint sound of growling and snarling close behind. When the two of you had finally stopped, you were out of breath, and felt like you were on the urge of collapsing. Neither you or Dean were out of shape by any means, but this was probably one of the first times either of you had to run a long distance like that before. “You…o….kay….” You said between breaths, your hands on your thighs, trying to catch your breath.

“I’m…fucking…awesome…” Dean responded, his breath sounding nearly as heavy as yours. “Fuck.” His hands went straight for his own thighs too, his chest had felt like it was on fire, much like yours was currently feeling.

When you turned around, you could see the two creatures that were coming after you with the red glowing eyes. “Oh…come…the…fuck on.” You looked at Dean, the taste of blood had entered your mouth, the same taste that you would get when you had just run a long distance.

“They back? Fuck, they’re quick.” Dean slightly yelled. “Come on.”

The two of you went to running again, not running nearly as fast as you had been, but close. The fire sensation had started to become stronger the longer you ran, and there was a part of you that no longer wanted to run anymore. You had felt like your legs were on fire, burning. Although your legs and chest were feeling like they were on fire and no longer capable of running, your brain was one of the only parts of your body that kept telling you to high tail it out of there if you didn’t want to die.

“Hey, looks like there’s a cave up ahead.” You yelled, pointing to an opening that was about 100 yards away. “Think that might be safe?” You turned to Dean as the two of you started to slow up just a bit, not wanting to pass the cave in front of you. You could tell that his body was starting to feel similarly to yours, his breathing – just like yours, had started to get heavier and heavier.

“Worth a shot.” He yelled back.

Now – Not Purgatory

“Did you guys stop it? Did you kill Dick?” Your mother asked Sam from the other end of the line. “How’s Y/N? I tried calling her but I couldn’t get a hold of her.” It wasn’t unlike you to not answer your mother when she called. She was used to not hearing you for days, sometimes weeks at a time while you, Sam, and Dean were on a case. But even when you couldn’t call her back, you would always send her some kind of text saying that you were fine and would call her as soon as you could.

“Yeah. Dean, Cas, and Y/N they…they killed Dick. Everything should be over now.” Sam replied. He held his phone on his hands, his leg slightly shaking as he was sitting down in the impala that had been a little damaged from when Meg hit the sign.

“Is Y/N okay? Dean, Cas?” Your mother was a little worried, more worried than usual. She was used to being worried, she always worried about you even before you started hunting with Sam and Dean; she was your mother after all. When you had become a hunter, the worry she had for you grew, but it started to lessen – not by much, but it did once you had decided to start hunting with Sam and Dean. Although she knew that you were a very capable hunter and had hunted for years before meeting up with the boys, she felt a little relieved once you had decided to team up with them, knowing that you would at least have some kind of backup now.

“I don’t…I don’t know.” Sam hated to say it, but it was true, he wasn’t completely sure if you, Cas or his brother were okay. From what Crowley said, it seemed like the three of you were in Purgatory, but he wasn’t completely sure. For all he knew, Crowley was lying, and the three of you could be dead.

“What do you mean you don’t know?” Your mom was angry now, and she could feel her heart sinking in her chest. “I trusted you boys with my fucking daughter and you’re telling me you don’t even know if she’s okay?”

“Mrs. Y/L/N –” Sam began to say, but his words were overshadowed by your mothers anger filled words.

“Samuel Winchester, you better do something to find my fucking daughter or I swear I’m going to come find you and drag you by your ears until you find her.” Your mother took a deep breath. “Capiche?”

“Capiche.” Sam replied, before your mother hung up the phone.

A Few Hours Later – Purgatory

Although you and Dean had been sitting in the cave for a while, you two were still having a slightly hard time catching your breath. Even though the two of you were used to running long distances, as running came with the job; running for that long and for that distance was something that neither of you were used to. You looked over at Dean, his chest going up and down rapidly like yours. “At least we don’t have any guests in here with us.” You said, gently grabbing his hand.

He squeezed your hand and nodded. “Don’t know for how long though.” His voice still sounded breathy like yours, but seemed like he was starting to catch his breath and calm down just a bit like you had been starting to. “Looks like nothing was ever here. Well,” he picked up what looked like a femur bone, “at least not for a long time anyway.” He threw the bone onto the other end of the cave before looking at you again. “Everything’s gonna be fine.” He tried reassuring you, but even he wasn’t sure he believed it. You wanted to believe him, you really did, but you knew that deep down that the two of you were fucked.

“We’re fucked Dean. You can say it.” You were blunt, your comment almost sounding cynical in nature. “I don’t think there’s a way out of here.” You hated to be like this; because it wasn’t normally like you to be this negative. Yes, there were times when you were the negative one of the group, but most of the time, you were always the one that tried to find a positive to every situation.

Dean seemed taken aback a bit by your comment, not used to you being this negative, but he understood where it was coming from; there was a part of him that knew deep down that the two of you were fucked. The only reason he was trying to make light of the situation or at least try and find some kind of positive was to try and make you feel better: because that was his job; to make you feel better, to feel safe. It was something that he had promised your parents when you had first joined him and Sam.

“She’ll be safe with us, with me. I promise.” Dean told your mother. Your mother looked over at you as you were placing your duffel bag in the trunk of Baby. You were standing next to Sam, and the two of you were laughing, smiling.

“I know she doesn’t want me or her father to know much about this life, about what she or you guys do in order to protect us but…that doesn’t mean I don’t constantly worry about her. I’m her mother, that’s my job.” Your mother looked at Dean, placing a hand on his upper arm. “Please keep her safe.”

“I promise to keep her safe, even if that’s the last thing I ever do.” Dean said, meaning every single word.

When he had made that promise to your mom to keep you safe, it wasn’t just a promise to her, or your father, it was also a promise to you and him. He didn’t realize it at the time, because the feelings that he had for you were very platonic, but eventually over the course of hunting together, being in close quarters with you 24/7, you eventually became someone very special to him; someone that he couldn’t stand the thought of losing, someone he couldn’t stand the thought of no longer being in his life, someone that he would end up falling in love with slowly until one day it just punched him in the face.

“Alright. We’re fucked.” Dean said, almost sounding like he was giving up.

“See? That wasn’t so hard to say.” You smirked, but not an amused one. This situation that you were in was far from amusing in the slightest. “You know what’s weird?”

“What’s that Sweetheart?” He asked.

“I’m not even remotely sleepy.” You leaned your head on Dean’s shoulder, who responded by pulling you close to him, one of his arms wrapped around your shoulders.

“You know, I’m not tired either.” He responded, kissing the top of your head before resting his head on top of yours gently.

“Want to know something crazy?” You let out a small chuckle.

“Always.”

“I want to know how sex would work in Purgatory. Like, I think voyeurism would most definitely be a concern. But, it’s also got me thinking about fear kinks too.” You had no idea why your mind had come up with these scenarios or situations, because sex was something – at this point in time – pretty far on the backburner. Yes, you loved having sex with Dean, and the two of you loved being intimate together, but having sex in Purgatory was something that you knew probably was not going to happen.

Dean looked at you, raising a brow. “Huh.” Was Dean’s only response. Before you had brought it up, it was something that he actually didn’t think about, which was surprising for him; because whenever there was even a few minutes alone together, you, him, or both of you would initiate some kind of intimate interaction, since it was hard for you two to do things with Sam being in the room. Well, it wasn’t like you hadn’t, you have when he went to sleep, but it was something that neither of you necessarily had wanted to do because the two of you loved the sounds you made; Dean especially loved the sounds you made specifically. “Voyeurism and fear kinks? Sounds like a party to me.” He half joked.

Your Parents House

“I’m worried about Y/N.” Your mother said, pacing back and forth in the living room in front of your father who was sitting on the couch.

“I know. But there’s really nothing we can do.” Your father replied. “We’re not hunters.”

Your mom looked at your father, her face was no longer filled with worry, but something more serious. “Just because we aren’t hunters doesn’t mean we can’t just sit here and do nothing.”

“What did Sam say on the phone?” Your dad asked, getting up from his spot on the couch.

“He really didn’t say anything. He just said that Dick Roman was dead and he wasn’t sure if Y/N, Dean, or Cas were okay.” She wished Sam had given her more information then what he had given her. She understood why he couldn’t – partially because he didn’t know anything, and partially because he had made a promise to Y/N that he wouldn’t give her parents any kind of information that would incriminate them; meaning, making them targets for supernatural beings that could use them to get to her, and the boys.

Your dad thought for a moment, trying to remember any kind of information that you may have told him or may have overheard when you would talk to your mother, but everything was coming up blank for him. “I wish she shared more.” Before you had went into the life, you had always been a sharer, sometimes to the point where you actually overshared to people that you didn’t even know. But once you joined the life, you had started to become more closed off, because your trust in people had started to dwindle. The more time you spent in this life, the more you had lost. You felt like there was no point in sharing intimate details with people that were just going to end up dead a few months after you met them.

Purgatory

You wished you knew what time it was, but there was no way of telling here. No matter what, the sky above you was a never changing gloomy overcast. That was one of the things that you had missed, and you never really realized it until you and Dean had gotten here: you had missed the way the sky changed. You missed the mixture of the purple, orange, and pink hues whenever the sun was setting or rising. You missed the way the clouds would move throughout during the course of the day. You missed being able to look up at the sky and see millions upon millions of stars at night. Even though you missed all of these changes, changes that you took for granted during your time on Earth, two things that you seemed to miss most of all was the sun and the moon. You missed the warmth of the sun radiating on your skin, and you missed the look of the moonlight when it hit the water at night. It was simple things you missed.

“I never realized how much I’d miss the warmth of the sun.” You sighed, as you started to whittle one of the ends of a very large stick you and Dean had found directly outside of the cave. The two of you ventured out just a few feet outside of the cave because Dean had spotted two very large sticks that could possibly be used as some sort of weapon as a means of protecting yourselves – at least for now; because besides that, you had two switchblades and two hunting knives between the two of you, and you both knew that it wasn’t going to be enough, despite both of your Jet Li level fighting skills.

Dean looked up at you, doing some whittling himself and nodded; some pieces of wood flinging from his stick and knife. “I miss pie.” You smiled. “Bacon cheeseburgers, my Baby.” He blew on the end before looking at you again. “At least I got one of my babies with me.” He smirked.

“I hope you’re talking about me and not the hunting knife in your hand.” You teased, blowing on the end that you had just whittled. Dean simply just winked at your comment. His wink caused you to roll your eyes jokingly.

“So, between us we have two switchblades, two hunting knives, and two very pointy sticks.” Dean stood up, placing his switchblade into one of his pockets along with his hunting knife. “Awesome.”

“I know it’s not ideal, but at least we have something.” You stood up, the large stick in your hand as you looked at Dean. “The hardest part is –”

“Besides running for your lives?” Dean interrupted.

“Besides that – what we have can’t kill every monster that we may come up against.” Even though the two of you had hunting knives, switchblades, two very pointy sticks, and the two of you were able to fight, you knew that not everything here was going to be easily killable or be able to be killed with the items in your possession. “I’m sorry, I just…” You trailed off, really unsure of what you were going to say.

“Hey.” Dean placed a hand on your shoulder. “We got this alright? If not, we go down swiggin’. On our terms.” For the first time since being here, you actually had a strange sense of ease.

“I love you.” You gently smiled, and he smiled back.

“I love you too Sweetheart.” He cupped your face and leaned down, pressing his lips against yours. You were the one that deepened the kiss, not realizing it at first as you found yourself wrapping your arms around his neck. For a split second, both of you had forgotten where you were, as he pulled you close to him, wrapping his arms around your waist. A sudden snapping of a twig was heard between the two of you. Breaking the kiss, but still having your arms wrapped around each other you looked at the entrance of the cave.

“Dean…” You removed your arms from his neck, him doing the same with your waist. You went into your jacket and pulled out your hunting knife. Out of your peripheral you saw Dean doing the same, both of you entering a fighting stance. As the two of you looked at the entrance not moving a muscle, a low growl was heard between you two which started to get louder and louder with each passing second. “Looks like we have company.” You whispered. A pair of red eyes suddenly appeared.

“You ready?” He whispered.

“Ready.” You responded back.

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zepskies · 9 months

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Hello my lovely friend! I would love to see an imagine/head canon of Dean and the reader seeing each other for the first time after he either comes back from hell or purgatory if you’d be up for it 💕 up to you whether it’s an established relationship or mutual pining 😉 thank you! 😘

Hello, my dear!!

Thank you so much for this imagine! I needed a bit of Dean. 😘

Now I went with Purgatory for this one (S8, E01 – “We Need to Talk About Kevin”).

I diverged from canon of Sam not looking for Dean to make sure if he was dead. Not just because I think that choice by the SPN writers wasn’t true to Sam’s character (Even Jared has said this lol), but because I think if Dean had a girlfriend at this point in time, Sam wouldn’t just abandon her to deal with Dean’s loss alone.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Song Inspo: Yes, I had one for this! Weirdly enough, it was the entire “Moneyball” soundtrack. The whole smooth but intense pace of it really drove me on this.

Word Count: 2,200 Warnings: 18+ only for some smuttiness.

Imagine: Reuniting with Dean, not knowing if things will be the same.

You’re doing the dishes when your phone rings.

You check the caller ID, frowning when the number is unfamiliar. But you answer with a thread of wariness while you’re holding a glass.

“Hello?” you answer. For a moment, there’s silence on the line. Your brows knit together in suspicion.

For months, you’ve been living with Sam and Kevin in this dusty cabin in the woods. Literally, in the middle of buttfuck nowhere. It was the only way you and Sam could try to protect the prophet from Crowley.

So the fact that you're getting a call at all is surprising in and of itself.

Your frown deepens. “Whoever this is, you have three seconds before I hang the hell up.”

“Hey…it’s me.”

Your suspicion fades, but shock overtakes you. Your breath stills in your lungs when you hear Dean’s voice. However, your brain can’t compute.

It’s been a year.

“Sweetheart, are you there?” he says.

You finally choke on a gasp, and the glass slides out of your hand and shatters in the sink.

“Hey, you okay?” his gruff concern is so very Dean that it continues to choke you into tears.

“Dean,” you utter. Your mouth trembles as your eyes close, and your tears find their own way down your cheeks. “I…I’ve been…you’re okay?”

“Well, I’m here,” he answers, with some dry humor, but he sounds off. You don’t know what to make of that, but now you’re worried.

You look down at your shaking hand, and you realize that there’s a small piece of glass that ricocheted into your palm. You ignore it, because all you can focus on is your boyfriend’s voice in your ear.

“Where…are you?” you ask. Every trembling, heave of breath brings you closer to a sob.

“Louisiana. Clayton, Louisiana,” he replies. His voice is even, but there’s emotion there too. You hear it, only because you know him so well. “Where are you?”

And how soon can you get here? his tone implies.

After Dean disappeared in the aftershock of Dick Roman’s death, you, Sam, and Kevin had been scouring every lore book on God’s green Earth. Nothing has gotten you closer to finding Dean in the last year.

You hadn’t allowed yourself to fully give up, but in recent weeks, you would never admit that your heart has been starting to falter. So has your body.

Sam watches you closely on the way out of the house, heading to the Impala. You’re grateful for the way he’s been looking out for you, but you also resent it. You don’t need help. You’re fine…mostly.

As strange as it’s been living in this house, it’s become your safety blanket. Your cold shell where you can block off the rest of the world, as if time hasn’t been ticking by all these months outside of it.

But now you’re practically shaking. Call it nerves, lack of sleep, too much caffeine, too much crap food, stress, and grief. You ignore it, taking a firm grip of the passenger door handle and yanking it open. Sam drives.

The hours are excruciating. Your leg bounces restlessly, and Sam notices, but doesn’t comment. He does try to soothe you with your favorite music in the car. He tries to pick up conversation, but you’re not having it.

You’re even being pretty selfish right now. Sam had been without his brother for a year, just as you had been without. And here he is, trying to comfort you.

You can’t help it though.

You’re not okay. You don’t think you’ll ever be okay again until you see him.

Sam eventually pulls into the dingy motel in the middle of rural Louisiana. (And yet, somehow on the corner of a Hustler, one of Dean’s favorite sex shops. Your lips curve slightly.)

Sam’s calling Dean on his cell, but you’re too impatient to wait for the man to come out.

You jerk the car door open, and in your haste, you don’t realize that you’ve slammed the door shut.

“Hey, easy on my Baby.”

You turn with a gasp lodged in your throat, but not even that can escape when Dean comes into view. Complete with red plaid and old jeans and rough stubble that approaches a beard, and a duffel bag.

Dean’s smirk fades into a softer grin when he takes in the familiar curve of your face, the gentle frame of your body, the sight of your tears, welling up in your eyes.

You take in a shuddering breath, and you go to him. Dean drops his bag so that he can properly welcome you where you’re supposed to be.

His arms wrap around your waist, a hand coming up to cup the back of your head. He smells like motel soap and second-hand clothes, but all you care about is that he feels solid and alive and your heart’s just shy of shattering, or knitting back together. It beats a fast flutter in your chest.

“Shh, it’s okay,” he rumbles in your ear. You nod, even though you can’t help the way you’re shaking, crying, clinging to him.

“I’m sorry,” you say. You hate that those are your first words to him, but you can’t help it. That’s what you feel, down to your bones. “We tried so damn hard to find you…”

Dean pauses a bit on that, but he just shakes his head. He meets Sam’s gaze behind you and offers his brother a smile. Sam smiles back; he’s full to the brim at the sight of Dean, but for you, he’s patient. He can wait his turn.

“I know,” Dean tells you, holds you a bit tighter. “I'm all right. It’s not your fault, you understand?”

You draw another shaky breath and lean back far enough to see his face. You raise a hand to touch his cheek. When he stares down into your eyes, you know you’re going to be okay.

And so will he. You’re going to make sure of it.

In lieu of words, Dean leans down and captures whatever you might’ve said then with his lips. The kiss is heat and longing, both sweet and rough. It’s everything you need.

It’s a long drive all the way back to your cabin in the woods. Dean checks on you often while you’re passed out asleep in the backseat. He’s back in the driver’s seat of his car, hands wrapped around the familiar leather steering wheel, but he still doesn’t feel totally…right.

Despite being wrapped around the leather, his right hand feels empty. Like it needs the weight of a weapon. He’s still tense and on edge, even now, and Sam notices.

“What was it like?” he asks, quietly so he doesn’t wake you. He’s glad you’re finally sleeping.

“Purgatory?” Dean scoffs. “Like being deep in God’s freakin’ armpit.”

Sam’s brows knit together, but he waits, seeing if Dean will continue. And he does, after giving Sam a brief glance.

“It was monsters, Sam.” A never-ending twilight. Never a moment to rest. A wide-eyed existence of gnashing teeth and blood and black ooze.

When Sam inevitably asks how he got out of Purgatory, Dean is vague, evasive. Castiel didn’t make it, he admits, also in halting detail. But Dean is more willing to focus on how tired you and Sam both look. How pale your skin is. How it seems like this is the first hour of sleep you’ve gotten all week.

“How’s she been?” Dean asks, once again checking on you through the rearview mirror. Sam inhales deeply, making Dean frown.

“She’s been holding on,” Sam replies. “Strong, for Kevin especially. Poor kid’s too scared to go outside half the time.”

Dean turns to him with a frown.

“You’ve been taking care of her, right?” he asks.

Sam huffs, with a wry smile. “When she let me.”

Dean quirks a bit of a smile. That sounded like you. Stubborn at your best, damn near impossible at your worst. But the latter is what he’s worried about.

He later carries you inside the cabin, acknowledging your sleepy mumbles that you can walk, but not actually heeding your words. Sam tells him which one is your room, and Dean carries you there. By then you’re awake, but resigned to the fact that he isn’t going to let you down.

Your hand smooths up his arm, up the back of his neck and into his hair. It makes a pleasant tingle run up his spine.

“Your hair’s gotten long,” you muse, sorting your fingers through the strands. His hair’s darker too, not quite so dirty blonde, now leaning closer to light brown.

Dean smiles a bit. “If that’s all that’s changed, then I’d say I’m in good shape.”

He lays you down on the bed, and you bring him down with you by grabbing onto the front of his gray undershirt. He sinks down onto the edge of the bed and drifts a hand from your arm, to your face. He refreshes his memory of every angle, the soft feel of your skin. He knows his hands are rougher, but you feel the same.

You draw him into you and it begins.

Kissing him feels like taking a much needed breath. The way he grips your arms when you lick sensuously into his mouth—a sudden squeeze, an iron hold—it ignites your blood and the fire in your lower belly.

Your fingers rake into his hair. His solid grip moves to your hips, and you lie back when he guides you onto the mattress.

The sound of your breaths mingling together become shallow as you shove the plaid off his shoulders and ruck up the shirt. He does the same for your shirt and jeans, followed by his own. All that’s left it his skin against yours and rough hands squeezing fingerprint bruises into your hips and thighs.

You don’t mind at first; the strength of his hold and how much he wants you spurs you on. You’re slick and pulsing with need when Dean eventually slides home inside you. He has a hand tight in your hair, gripping tighter as he begins to move hard and fast.

“Dean,” you pant. You moan on his name, but you’re also trying to get his attention. You wince as his hand tightens, both in your hair, trapped against the pillow, and on your hip. You hold onto his wrist.

“Ease up, baby,” you whisper. You don’t want Sam or Kevin to hear you, even though you’re sure they could guess what you and Dean are up to.

But Dean doesn’t seem to hear you at first. You look up into his eyes, and you’re not sure if he’s entirely seeing you. It’s not like him, and it triggers warning signals in your mind. You have to wrap your legs tightly around his hips, squeezing his wrist even harder to stop him for a moment.

“Dean,” you insist. And he finally sees you.

When you soothe a thumb against his wrist, his eyes widen. He releases his hand from your hair, bracing against the bed instead.

He frees the other hand from your hip, and he sees the shape of his fingers already forming in your skin. He knows his hold was tight enough to bruise down to the bone.

It’s happened before, but not like this. Dean’s never lost control like that. Not with you, even in times like these.

“Fuck,” he mutters as he catches his breath, frowning deeply. His green eyes meet yours, raw and guilty. “I uh…I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

You tilt your head at him with a thoughtful frown. You reach up to frame his face with both hands, and you wordlessly tug him down to you. Dean is somewhat reluctant, but he follows your guiding hands and meets your waiting kiss, tender and slow.

“I’m sorry,” he repeats against your lips. His voice is low and coarse, filled with the true depths of his emotions. Everything he's been trying to hide from you.

Your eyes sting with the threat of tears.

“It’s okay,” you reply, through sweeter kisses. “I love you. We're gonna be okay.”

He hesitates. Then, he nods, accepting your words and your warmth.

His hand slowly brushes against your thigh, soothing along your bruising skin. You still have your legs wrapped around his hips, but you lessen your own hold, now that he seems to have come back to himself.

You both realize then that it might not be okay for a while. But that too is all right. Because you’re nothing if not stubborn, and Dean is worth the challenge.

He closes his eyes to breathe and center himself. They blink open at the feeling of your hand, insistent on his shoulder. Your face is both tenderness and determination.

You push against him and twist until he's the one on his back, on the bed, holding your hips, the two of you still joined. He looks up at you still with a measure of reluctance.

"I've got you this time," you tell him, stroking his cheek. His almost-beard prickles against your palm.

After a moment, you can see in his eyes that he believes you.

And you begin again.

AN: Gaaaah, this man. I'm weak every time I write about him. 🥲

I have another Dean imagine coming soon. Some special anon asked for the reverse of "Sam being in love with Dean's girlfriend."

So stay tuned for "Dean gives you an impossible choice." 😉

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