#dean winchester fan fic
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Across Every Universe
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader
Word Count: ~2.1k
Warnings: fluff
Request by anon: Hey Jordan, can i request something where Dean Winchester always have a crush on the reader but never said something to her until one day Sam and Dean are transported (based on the episode French Mistake) and Dean actor Jensen and is married to the reader of the universe and she pass the whole day giving Dean hug and kisses because for everyone is Jensen. When Dean and Sam came back to their universe him and the reader start dating? Fluff
Summary: Sam and Dean are taken back to the same place where Dean is known as Jensen Ackles and Sam as Jared Padalecki. This little trip makes Dean realize his feelings for you.
Square Filled: "god, if only you knew what you did to me" (2023) for @spnaubingo
Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3
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No matter the position you’re in, you’re not comfortable. It doesn’t matter if you lie down on your side, your back, or your stomach. Not to mention the heater isn’t working in the Bunker so it’s very cold. You have three blankets over you while wearing long sleeves and pajama pants. The broken heater doesn’t help your running cold either. You’re not sure where you caught it from but you’ve been trying to stay away from the brothers to not get them sick.
That doesn’t keep Dean away, though.
He’s a complete sweetheart to you since he always brings you soup, makes sure you’re comfortable, and spends time with you even if you tell him not to go near you. You don’t know what you’d do without Dean in your life.
Speaking of, he knocks on your door and enters wearing his usual hunting attire.
“Going on a hunt?” you ask and sit up slightly.
“Yeah. I wish I could stay here and take care of you.”
“Other people need you,” you smile. “I’ll be fine. I’m going to stay in bed, watch movies, and make some soup later. Did you fix the heater, yet?”
“I have someone coming in a few days. He’s also on a hunt.”
“Right, no non-hunters here,” you chuckle.
“I’ll call you later and check up on you, okay?”
“My hero.”
You cuddle with your blankets more and Dean leaves your room with a slight blush on his cheeks. Before he closes the door, he looks back at you in thought. God, if only you knew what you did to me.
He closes your door and meets his brother in the library. As soon as they are packed and ready to go, they start the long drive to the next state over. When Dean gets onto the highway, Sam turns to Dean with a knowing smile.
“So, did you tell her how you feel?”
“Stay out of it, Sammy,” Dean rolls his eyes.
“How long have you had a thing for her? Years? When are you going to tell her how you feel?”
“I mean it, Sam. Stay out of it. I can handle it on my own.”
“Apparently not, or else she’d be yours.”
Dean punches his brother not gently in the arm and Sam laughs. Dean kept the music high so he could avoid talking about his feelings for you. They get to the town that has its residents sacrificing themselves in the name of God. If anything, it warrants some kind of visit from the Winchesters.
The town looks like a normal town with normal people just trying to live their normal lives. They have no suspicions that something is happening but they only just arrived. They get there late at night so they will have to do their work tomorrow morning. Dean takes out his phone when his brother goes into the bathroom to shower and calls you.
“Hey, how are you feeling?”
“I’m doing alright but not any better.”
“Did you take your medicine?”
“Yes, I did.” He can hear the smile in your voice and that makes him smile. “And I ate my soup and drank water.”
“Don’t forget to tell her goodnight,” Sam says loudly from the bathroom.
Dean grabs a pillow and chucks it at his brother. “Go take a shower. You stink.”
“Goodnight, Dean,” you chuckle, having heard Sam.
“Night sweetheart.” He hangs up and turns to his brother with a scowl. “I hate you.”
Sam and Dean actually get more than four hours of sleep that night but when Dean wakes up, he doesn’t recognize his surroundings. The motel is gone, the shutty beds and blankets are gone, and the peeling wallpaper is gone. What replaces it is a nice trailer, a comfortable bed, a big aquarium, and other nice shit that Dean has never had.
“Sammy?” he calls out. He gets up and leaves the small trailer only to run into Sam. “What the hell is going on? Where are we?”
“I don’t know.” Sam looks around and spots a name on the side of the trailer that’s behind Dean. “Oh, no. Look.”
Dean turns and sees the name ‘Jensen Ackles’ on the side. He turns back around and sees ‘Jared Padalecki’ on the trailer opposite his.
“You’ve got to be kidding me? We’re back in actor land? What happened last time?”
“Gabriel sent us here to avoid Raphael and his minions. I have no idea how we ended up here.”
“I bet it has something to do with the fact that people were sacrificing themselves in the name of God. My guess is that angels are involved.”
“There you two are.” Sam and Dean turn to see Castiel--Misha--walking toward them. “They’re looking for you two.”
“Yeah, we’re coming.”
If Sam and Dean didn’t do a good job trying to act last time, then they certainly aren’t going to do a good job now. It’s funny in hindsight but it makes for a very long day of filming. After the twentieth time messing up, Dean is ready to get the hell out of there to figure out how to get back to his world.
He looks to the right and sees you at the snack bar. He immediately calls for a time-out and leaves the set.
“Time out?” the director frowns and looks at him. “Everyone, take ten!”
“Y/N?”
“Come here, you have to try this. Gen made it,” you grin at Dean. You take a scoopful of food and present it to him. He opens his mouth and accepts the food, pleasantly surprised by the taste. “Oh, you have something on your mouth.” You wipe his bottom lip with your thumb and lick the food off. Dean is so confused about your behavior but doesn’t have time to figure it out. Your phone rings and you check who is messaging you. “I gotta go. Gen is here.”
You lean up and kiss him quickly before walking off. Dean can’t move after that quick kiss. You did it so casually like you’ve done it a thousand times. He is forced to go back to acting but he can’t do a good job because all he’s thinking about is your lips on his.
They aren’t getting enough filming done so the director calls it for the rest of the day. Sam and Dean convene outside to make it look like they’re busy so no one else talks to them.
“She kissed me, dude.”
“What?”
“Y/N or the woman who she’s supposed to be. She kissed me like we’re together or something.”
“Look, I’m glad you’re going through the five stages of teenage excitement but can we focus here? How are we going to get out of here?”
Dean looks around and spots you entering his trailer.
“Eh, you’ll figure it out. I’ll be back.”
Dean leaves to his trailer and Sam rolls his eyes in annoyance.
“Dean!” he hisses but receives no answer.
Dean enters his counterpart’s trailer and sees you where the bed is. You’re grabbing some night clothes out of the drawers since you’re not going to be leaving the trailer for the rest of the night.
“Hey, I talked to Gen about the cabin and she got it all set up for us this weekend. I’m so excited to spend some time away from all this for two days.”
“Are we dating?” The comment makes you laugh. “What?”
“Are you okay?” He looks kind of nervous so you walk over to him and wrap your arms around his neck. “I don’t know what’s going on with you but I do know how to make you feel better.”
“How?” he whispers.
You run your hands down his chest and take his hands. You take him to the bed and toss your night clothes onto a nearby chair. You fall onto the bed while pulling him so he lands on top of you but he stops himself with his hands so he doesn’t completely crush you.
You pull him down to kiss you and that’s enough to bring Dean into the delusion that you’re Y/N and you’re his. Your lips are softer than what he thought and your body fits so perfectly against his. He slips his tongue into your mouth to get familiar with you. You tug on his hair to get some traction so he pulls away from your mouth and kisses down your neck.
Your neck has always been a sensitive spot for you and he really knows how to work you up. He licks up and down your neck before latching onto the side of it. You gasp, tilt your head back, and moan something that brings Dean back down to reality.
“Jensen.” You’re not his. You’re not you. You’re Jensen’s. You’re not supposed to be with him. He pulls away and pants above you. “What’s wrong?”
“Can we just lay here instead?”
“Yeah, of course. Let me get changed.”
You slip out from underneath him and grab the pajamas you set aside earlier. You strip down naked and Dean has a hard time not looking at you. He can’t help but think you’re a complete stranger. The pajamas you’re wearing are revealing but he feels better at looking at you with clothes on. You climb into bed with him and cuddle into his side, and he tucks a strand of your hair behind your head.
“How did I get so lucky?”
“I’m the lucky one.”
“Tell me the story of how we met.” You look at him in confusion. “I want to hear it from you.”
“Okay, I got tickets to a red carpet event that my ex-friend invited me to. We were going to see the movie My Bloody Valentine because we thought it was going to be the next big movie. The entire cast was there, including you, meeting fans and taking pictures with them. When we locked eyes, it was like something was pulling you to me.
“You came over to me, complimented me on my dress, signed my poster with your number on it which I still have, and the rest is history. I never got together with you because you were a big celebrity. You were genuine, kind, funny, charming, and very sexy. It was hard not to fall in love with you.”
Dean notices the big ring on your finger and puts the pieces together.
“We’re married?”
“Yes, we are,” you laugh. “Are you okay?”
“I’m just… really happy.”
You lean over and kiss him. The next morning, Dean leaves his trailer before you get up. He doesn’t want to wake you even though he wants to. He finds Sam outside his own trailer with a book in his hands.
“Hey,” Dean sighs.
“I might have found a way out of here, no thanks to you.”
“What if we didn’t leave?”
“Are you kidding me?”
“The love of my life is my wife here.”
“That’s not your wife, Dean. She’s Jensen’s wife. She thinks you’re him. Why would you take that away from him? You have a girl waiting for you at home, a girl with whom you’re too scared to do anything about. Don’t take her away from him because you want what they have.”
Dean knows he’s right. He can’t stay here. He’s using this world as an escape from his own.
“Yeah, you’re right,” Dean sighs. “What do you have?”
“I found this book in the prop section. This might be a TV show but it does have some useful books to make it look real. There’s a ritual we can do.”
And a ritual it is. Once they get the stuff needed and perform it, they are brought back to the town they arrived in a couple of days ago. In order to properly tackle this town, they’re going to need some angelic help. Maybe Castiel can meet them back at the Bunker and figure something out then.
The first thing Dean does when he gets home is go looking for you. You’re still stuck in bed watching your favorite movies on Disney+. You pause your movie when your bedroom door opens.
“Hey, how was the hunt?” Dean doesn’t say anything as he kicks off his shoes. He climbs into bed with you and pulls you close to him. “Dean?”
“I love you,” he blurts. “I should have told you this years ago but I can’t seem to think straight when I’m with you. You make everything better for me, and you’re a better hunter than I ever was. God, I love you so much.”
“I’d kiss you but I don’t want to get you sick,” you smile.
“I don’t care,” he whispers and kisses you.
This is where he belongs. Right next to you.
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ALWAYS
Summary: When Y/N storms out in anger, Dean is afraid he's lost her.
Pairing/Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader
Warnings: None. All flangst. Kissing. Implied smut.
Word Count: 661
A/N: I saw this post and the pic made this little drabble bubble up in my mind, and I had to just go along with it. Hope you enjoy! ❤️
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"Enough!" Dean barked at you. "I know what's gonna keep you safe and that's it, end of discussion. I'm not having this goddamn argument with you anymore!"
Your eyes filled with tears of frustration and you angrily spun on your heel and slammed your way out of the house.
You were gone for a few hours, trying to get your feelings under control and by the time you returned, your anger and frustration had mostly abated, though your annoyance with Dean's unceasing stubbornness still lingered.
As you walked through the door you heard Dean shout from the top of the stairs.
"Y/N!"
He bounded down the stairs so recklessly you worried he was going to break his neck. Though you should have known he was more coordinated than that. When he got to the bottom, he reached you in two strides and yanked you into his arms, squeezing the breath from your lungs.
"Dean. Air." You croaked out.
He pulled back and his face was full of sadness and worry.
"You came back." He said as he cupped your cheeks.
You frowned, perplexed at his reaction. "Uh...yeah, I live here, remember?"
You saw his jaw clench and unclench before he licked his lips and dragged in a deep breath.
"I thought...well, I thought maybe after we fought, you'd be rethinking that decision."
Your frown deepened. "Why would I do that? Because I was pissed at you? Because your stubbornness is one of the most frustrating things I've ever had to deal with? Why ever would that make me run away?"
When Dean's expression became even sadder and more worried, you laid your hand over his on your cheek.
"Dean, I'm teasing. Yes, I was incredibly frustrated and I'm still a little pissed at you. You don't get to call all the shots all the time. I know you want to keep me safe. But you can't wrap me in bubble wrap, lock me up in a tower, and throw away the key."
Dean sighed and dropped his hands from your cheeks. "Might be worth a try." He mumbled.
You shook your head, but couldn't hide a small smile. "Trust me, if you value your nuts, and want to keep them attached to your body - it's really not."
A smirk tipped up the corner of his mouth but fear and sadness still lingered in his eyes. You stepped close to him.
"Baby, did you really think I wouldn't come home just because I was mad at you?"
He shrugged dismissively. "I dunno. You were gone a long time, and you were pretty mad. And..." He looked down at his feet. "N, I made you cry."
You felt tears threatening again as you lifted his chin.
"Dean, I need you to understand this, okay? I mean, really, really understand and believe me. I don't care how angry you make me, or how frustrated I am with you sometimes. I am always coming back to you. Always."
Dean opened his mouth to say something, but you pulled him down to you for a kiss instead. You kissed him slowly, infusing it with all the love you had for him, and maybe just a little of your frustration too.
"Always." You promised again as you pulled away, breathless, but aching for more.
Dean's smile was boyish and shy. "Yeah?"
"Yeah." You smiled back lovingly before giving him a mock frown as you shook a finger at him. "But that doesn't mean you can go around pissing me off with impunity."
Dean shook his head solemnly before reaching his hand down to squeeze your ass and push you tight against him, making a soft moan fall from your lips.
"No, ma'am." He answered with a wicked grin. "What can I do to make it up to you?"
You giggled, the fight and frustration dissolving completely beneath want and desire. You grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the bedroom.
"I have some ideas."
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Chapter 8 - Save Me
Summary: After a random encounter introduces you to Dean Winchester, you can't shake the magnetic pull you feel towards him. For years, you've felt like everything in your life is under control--a promising career, financial stability and no real responsibilities. Dean's a hunter; it's his life and job. But somehow when you meet, your worlds are flipped upside down and you have to decide if it's a chance worth taking.
Chapter Warnings: Slight language; there's a ton of dialogue in this one but I feel like it's necessary to prep for the chapters ahead
Pairing: Dean Winchester x female!reader
Word Count: ~3k
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If you were being honest with yourself, you didn’t know how you felt about going to Kansas for the unforeseeable future. While it wasn’t like you went into an office everyday and you could really work from anywhere within the United States, you had still built your life in Virginia. You had friends—especially Jen—and it felt weird leaving her here, unable to defend herself. But Dean had assured you she would be taken care of, and you knew that you were unable to defend yourself against these monsters Dean and Sam knew how to fight.
“You about ready?” Dean asked as he tapped softly on your opened bedroom door.
A heavy sigh fell from your lips as you looked at your packed-to-the-brim duffel bag and backpack. Dean said it was important to pack as light as possible, but without knowing when you’d be back, it was hard to be selective in what you brought.
“I think so,” you mumbled, your lip caught between your teeth yet again. You released it as Dean stepped into the room.
“Hey, I know this is a lot to take in,” Dean started slowly. Both of the boys kept treating you like you were made of glass, which was a little bit annoying but also made sense. It felt like you were all waiting for the other shoe to drop.
“I’m okay,” you said out loud for him, but also for yourself. “I’m not really a big fan of the unknown…I’m a planner.” You mumbled as you looked around at your things.
“Not big on taking chances, huh?” Dean chuckled softly as his eyes watched you move. Again, it was like he was waiting for it all to set in and for you to crumble.
“Nope,” you sighed as you finally looked back at him. “Rule follower, remember?” You managed a half-smile as you remembered the first time you met in Atlanta.
“Oh, I remember,” Dean smirked back. He took a few steps towards you and you both sat on the edge of your bed. “Just keep in mind–this doesn’t have to be forever.” Your head had dipped a bit, so he moved his to find your gaze.
“I get that,” you nodded. You didn’t want to offend him; this was his life. He was used to packing an ‘oh shit’ bag and getting out of town. He was used to all of the things that went bump in the night. You, on the other hand, were still trying to wrap your mind around it all. “I just wish I could circle a date on the calendar and know when I could come home.”
Dean nodded as he processed your words. “Tell ya what,” he started. “How about we take it one day at a time, for now,” he paused but you waited for the ‘and then’ part. “Once we get back to Kansas, we can sit down and come up with a plan. Figure out what it looks like so we can get you back home.”
You didn’t want to be presumptuous, but there was a tone in his voice that almost sounded like he wasn’t looking forward to that. But since everything had happened, you really hadn’t been given a moment to figure out what this was between you and Dean.
“That sounds fair,” you answered honestly. Dean smiled and seemed hesitant, but leaned over and kissed the side of your head anyway.
“Good,” he seemed okay with your answer. He sighed and looked around at the rest of your room. “Anything I can do to help?”
You pushed your hair behind your ears and followed his gaze as you, too, looked around. “I don’t think so,” you said softly. “I’ve packed just about everything that will fit into my bags. I’m just worried I’m forgetting something.”
“We do have stores in Kansas, ya know,” Dean winked as he stood and reached for your duffel. “Jesus, woman.” He muttered as he slung it over his shoulder. “You got a dead body in here, or what?”
You managed a laugh as you stood to follow him and slung your backpack up on your shoulders. “No, Dean, I think I’ll leave the dead bodies to you.” You patted him on the shoulder and walked just beyond him, but you heard him laugh as you rounded the corner into the hallway.
“Everything locked up?” Sam asked as you closed up the front door and headed to meet the boys in the driveway.
“Yep,” you sighed and readjusted your backpack a bit. “I mean, it probably doesn’t matter when it comes to demons, right? They can get through locked doors, I’m guessing.”
They didn’t answer you directly but nodded slightly. “I’m guessing you want to bring your car to Kansas?” Dean asked as he eyed your garage door.
“Oh, absolutely,” you answered quickly. “I just figured I would follow behind you guys, if that’s okay.” You said as you used the keypad on the side of the garage to type in your PIN number that opened the door.
Sam and Dean stared at you, confused for a minute. “Sam’s flying back to Kansas,” Dean said. “This is a rental so I figured I’d drop it off on the way and hitch a ride with you, if that’s alright.” His words made you turn around slowly and your brows pulled together in confusion.
“Wait,” you started carefully. “You flew here?”
Dean caught why you were so surprised and flashed his white teeth in a small smile. He pulled at the back of his neck as Sam watched you both look at each other. “Sweetheart, I don’t own European cars. Don’t drive ‘em either, if I can help it.” He shrugged as he thumbed to the Volkswagen Jetta in your driveway.
“Okay,” there was more you wanted to say but you decided not to rub in how much Dean hated flying in front of Sam. You weren’t familiar with their dynamic at all, but Dean had told you that he didn’t like being afraid, and that he always tried to be strong for his brother. You didn’t want to embarrass him or say something you shouldn’t in front of Sam. “Do I wanna know why you have to get back to Kansas quickly?” You turned your gaze to the younger Winchester.
Sam chuckled softly and shook his head. “Work…related,” he mumbled. “So probably not.”
You nodded once and turned back to your car. “Okay, then,” you breathed. “I’ll follow you to the airport and wait for you to drop off the rental.”
You loaded up your backpack and Dean tossed your duffel bag in the car. As you both turned away, you faced each other, maybe a foot apart.
“I’ll see you at the airport,” he said softly.
“Be safe,” you said back as you studied his features and tried to read what he was thinking. He nodded, and after one more look, he went to walk back to the rental car.
Before he could step away, you took a chance. You reached for his jacket and tugged so he turned back to you. With his jacket still between your fingers, you pressed your lips to his in a rather quick, but hard kiss. For a moment, he paused but then his hands cupped your face as he kissed you back.
As the pop echoed around you, you didn’t notice how Sam had turned to give you some privacy and scratched awkwardly at the back of his head. “What was that for?” Dean asked as his eyes looked between yours.
“To say I’m sorry, again, for not believing you,” you started softly but continued before he could say anything. “And for saving my life.” A small smile tugged up the corner of his lip just enough for his dimple to appear.
“I don’t want you to apologize to me again, got it?” His thumb caressed your cheek gently.
“No more apologizing from either of us,” you stared into his eyes until he nodded.
“Deal,” he agreed, though somewhat hesitantly.
“Okay,” you pulled back and waved at Sam. “Thanks to you too, Sam.” You called after him. He turned back around and nodded. “And I guess I’ll be seeing you in Kansas.”
“I’ll see you there,” he nodded as he waved. “Drive safe.”
You nodded and watched Dean walk back to the car. Just before he climbed into the driver’s seat, he called out after you. “And I’ll be seeing you soon.”
Even after everything, you couldn’t help the heat that radiated in your cheeks or the way a smile pulled across your lips.
Dean had dropped Sam off at the drop off area at the airport. Once he had gathered his backpack, you followed Dean to the rental car return. It only took a few minutes before you popped the trunk to your Toyota Camry and waited for Dean to toss in his duffel bag.
He pulled open the passenger door and leaned down. “You want me to drive?” He asked carefully. Dean seemed like the kind of guy who preferred driving, but you smiled and shook your head ‘no’ anyway.
“How about I take the first shift? And then we can switch,” you suggested. He seemed content enough with that response and climbed in. “Sorry it’s not the Impala.” You offered with a small smile.
“Ah, it’s alright,” he sighed as he pulled on his seatbelt. “I’ll get you in a Chevy or Ford, eventually.” He smiled back. You chuckled softly and shook your head as you pulled away from the airport.
“What’s the address?” You asked as you toyed with the navigation on the dash.
Dean grumbled, something about fancy cars and shitty navigation systems but you just rolled your eyes. He plugged in an address for Lebanon, Kansas.
“Jesus,” you mumbled, as the screen totaled your drive time at 20 hours and 32 minutes.
“Buckle up, sweetheart. Hope you’re ready for a long drive,” Dean chuckled. It was already late into the evening, pushing midnight by now.
“It’s weird, I feel like I’ve been up for days at this point,” you muttered as you adjusted the air and your seatbelt.
“You sure you don’t want me to drive?” He eyed you carefully. That was the thing about Dean’s gaze: you could feel it even when you didn’t see it.
“I’m alright. We can switch when we stop,” you shifted the car into drive and eased on the gas. Dean unbuckled his seat belt to pull off his jacket before he buckled it again. “I’m supposed to call Jen tomorrow. I’m not even sure what to say to her, she recognized you from the photos we found online.” The sound of your voice was anything but strong as your stomach flip-flopped.
“I’m guessin’ the truth isn’t an option?” Dean asked.
You shook your head no. “And say what? She got possessed by a demon named Meg, her eyes turned black and she flung me against the wall a few times? Yeah, I’m pretty sure she’d have me committed,” you fell into a comfortable speed as you got on the interstate and hit cruise control.
Dean half chuckled and shook his head as he glanced out the passenger window and then back to the windshield, his features illuminated by the headlights of drivers coming down the other side of the highway. “That probably wouldn’t go over too well. It’s a lot for anybody to take in.”
You muddled over a thought before you said it out loud. “How did you take it when you first found out?” You asked him as you glanced between him and the road ahead of you.
His brows kind of pulled together and you took that as his thinking face. “I don’t really know how to explain that,” he started softly. “It’s all I’ve ever known, really.”
Shock had to have graced your features but you tried to calm your expression. While you recognized this was all new to you, it wasn’t to Dean. And you certainly didn’t want to offend him.
“When did you find out about the things that go bump in the night?” You asked him carefully.
“When I was four,” he didn’t look at you when he answered. Instead, his gaze went out the passenger window again as he watched the trees pass by in darkness.
“Four?! Dean, you were a baby,” you breathed. And then you remembered. “You were four when your mom died…”
There was a moment of silence that you took as his acknowledgment that you had the right idea. But then, he continued.
“My Dad kind of went into overdrive at that point. Trying to find what killed her,” he explained. You nodded as you tried to absorb it. When he didn’t offer up anything additional, you broke the silence.
“You were just a kid, Dean…” you felt a pang of sadness for the man next to you. It made you angry, even. “No kid should ever have to go through that.”
“No kid should have to lose their parent to some supernatural asshole, either,” he said back firmly. You somehow knew he wasn’t upset with you by the comment, just trying to make you understand. “Seeing my Dad go through that, and having to make sure Sammy was okay…” he shook his head as he trailed off.
The dots started to connect for you. Dad was busy fighting the monsters, Dean had to take care of his brother, you kept your thoughts to yourself but made a mental note. He had to be strong—couldn’t be afraid.
“Anyway,” he cleared his throat and resituated himself in his seat. “All that to say, I don’t know what it’s like, really, to be thrown into this world that I live in. But I know it can’t be easy.”
“I don’t want you to worry about me, Dean,” you answered quickly, and you meant it. It seemed as though Dean was worried about protecting everyone in his life and being strong through it. “I don’t want to burden you with that.”
“Sweetheart, I’m gonna worry about you whether you’re sitting right here next to me, or you’re thousands of miles away in another state,” he looked at you when he spoke. “And it’s not a burden.”
“Can I ask you something?” Your bravery to ask the hard questions surprised you. Something about being in the car with him for almost a full day made your usual resolve soften.
“Shoot,” he stole another glance at you.
“Do you like it? Fighting…monsters?” You asked, for lack of a better word.
Dean mulled it over before he answered right away. “I like helping people,” he said simply. “I like being able to save people so they won’t have to go through the same thing we did.”
“But who saves Dean Winchester?” Your eyes found him in the dark car once again.
“I don’t need saving, sweetheart,” he smirked again, a hint of confidence to his tone.
“Everybody needs saving sometimes, Dean,” you answered softly.
The only noise around you came from the hum of the engine.
“I guess Sammy does,” Dean looked out the window. You could tell he didn’t want the conversation to continue at that point, so you switched gears slightly.
“Does it ever scare you?” The idea of fighting monsters terrified you, but you were curious if Dean was ever afraid.
He seemed to process the question like it was something he had never been asked, which shocked you considering the line of work. “I mean, I guess sometimes. Usually when one of us is in trouble.” You nodded, but he continued. “When one of us is knockin’ on death’s door, I guess that scares me.”
Each new fact you found out about this life Dean lived in brought on a new wave of shock. “Death?” You asked him as you looked between him and the road.
Dean chuckled, but you could tell it was from him being a bit uncomfortable. “Let’s save that one for another day,” he shifted in his seat.
Maybe that was a good idea. You redirected the conversation slightly. “Where does your fear of flying fall on the scale of being scared?” You smirked.
“Oh, that one’s still at the top of the list,” he winked with a wide smile that reflected the light from the streetlights as you drove, welcoming a lighter conversation.
“But you got on a plane anyway. To get to me,” you stole another glance in his direction.
“Well, yeah,” he said simply. “Sam said I should let it go, that something must have made you change your mind. But when I couldn’t reach you…” he shook his head. “I just had to be sure you were alright.” His words caused a flutter to form in your stomach, and you smiled, but that was shortly followed by a yawn that tugged at your jawline. “Getting tired?” Dean asked.
You shrugged a bit but couldn’t help the nod that followed. “It’s been a really long day,” you sighed. “I guess I was more tired than I thought.”
“That’s what happens when shock starts wearing off,” he reached to place his hand just above your knee over your denim jeans. It was obvious it was meant as something comforting as his thumb traced small circles on the fabric there. “Why don’t we pull off? I can switch with you.”
“Dean, you need sleep, too,” you argued.
“We can stop eventually if I get tired, too. But I’m alright, sweetheart,” his voice was gruff and raspy–you could sense the exhaustion there, but you obliged.
There was a rest stop up ahead and you took the exit slowly. Once the car was in park, you opened the driver’s door to switch with Dean. As you both got settled in your new seats, Dean pressed a quick kiss to your temple before he adjusted the mirrors.
“You just get some rest,” he said gently.
You nodded against the headrest of the seat and closed your eyes. “Night, Dean.” It wouldn’t take long for sleep to find you.
A/N: Happy Thursday, friends! I know this chapter probably felt a bit "filler" with the dialogue, but it was important for the development of future chapters. I promise things will get more interesting in the next chapter!
Let me know what you think! I appreciate all the likes, comments & reblogs more than you know!
Chapter 9 will be posted on (or maybe before, TBD) Thursday, 4/25!
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One blink, then two. The hum of the engine and vibration in the seat of the car reminded you where you were. There were so many emotions that coursed through you as you remembered: demons, monsters, Dean.
Your nose twitched as you smelled the air and your eyes were drawn over to Dean. The sun was out now–high in the sky.
“Dean?” You cleared your throat as you shifted in the passenger seat to sit up fully. He did a double take and you saw the smile spread across his lips.
“Morning, sunshine,” the gruffness to his words and the look on his face made your stomach flip–or was that hunger? You settled on a mixture of both.
“What time is it? Where are we?” You asked as blinked a few more times to try to take in your surroundings.
“It’s about 8:30,” Dean answered as he glanced at the clock. “And we’re about an hour outside of Louisville, Kentucky.”
“Jesus, I slept for eight hours, Dean! You should’ve woken me up,” you rubbed the sleep from your eyes and felt around your hair inconspicuously. You didn’t want to give away that you were slightly concerned with what you looked like after passing out in the passenger seat. God, what if you drooled?! You swiped your fingers across your mouth quickly.
“Nah, you needed the sleep,” he answered simply. “You had a rough few days there.”
“Thanks,” you breathed. Suddenly your stomach groaned and you hoped he couldn’t hear it. “I’m starving. How about we stop and switch off again?”
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Happy Birthday Dean..
(Dean Winchester X you)
Sam drags Dean out for a hunt a couple of days before his birthday. So whilst the boys are out, you decide to plan a little treasure hunt for when Dean returns 😏💚
It was a few days before Dean's birthday, and as luck would have it, Sam had caught a case. It was no surprise, given the Winchester brothers' knack for running into supernatural trouble at the most inconvenient times. However, as much as it annoyed Dean, he wasn't about to let Sam go hunting on his own. So, he kissed y/n goodbye, promising to make it up to her when he got back, and left the bunker to join his brother on the job.
While Dean was out chasing after whatever monster it was that had grabbed Sam's attention, y/n decided to surprise him with a birthday celebration. She carefully picked out various birthday-themed clues and started leaving them strategically dotted around the bunker. Each clue led to the next, creating a treasure hunt of sorts for Dean to follow when he returned.
As Dean and Sam tackled the case, their typical banter filled the air. They fought off ghosts, uncovered dark family secrets, and, of course, shared their usual brotherly moments. Dean couldn't help but think about y/n and how she'd planned something special for his birthday. It gave him an extra boost of motivation, determined to solve the case quickly, he wanted to be back home with y/n as soon as possible.
Finally, the day before Dean's birthday, the hunt came to an end. Dean and Sam had managed to vanquish the monster, their mission accomplished. Tired but satisfied, he returned to the bunker. Texting y/n telling her they were on their way back, she ran to their bedroom to wait for him to find her, excitement coursing through her viens. Dean was excited to see what surprises awaited him. As he stepped through the door, he immediately noticed the first clue placed strategically on the railing of the bunker steps. Smirking, he picked it up and began following the trail. Sam smiled at Dean and retreated to his room.
Each clue was thoughtfully placed, triggering memories of their time together and highlighting moments that had made their bond stronger. The clues led Dean through the bunker, revisiting familiar places and cherished memories. They made him recall their shared laughter, their deep conversations, and the unspoken moments that spoke volumes.
With each clue discovered, anticipation grew within Dean. He couldn't help but think about y/n's presence awaiting him at the end of this treasure hunt. It was a tantalizing mix of curiosity and excitement.
Finally, he reached the last clue, which led him straight to their shared bedroom. Dean's heart raced as he cautiously opened the door, unsure of what awaited him. To his surprise and delight, y/n was standing there, wearing some rather revealing nightwear, a sly smile curling on their lips.
"Dinner's served, birthday boy," y/n purred, their voice smoky and filled with seduction.
Dean's eyes widened as he took in the sight of y/n, his heart pounding in his chest. He couldn't believe how incredibly creative and passionate their surprise had turned out to be. It was a culmination of love and desire, a moment crafted solely for them to indulge in. Dean's eyes roamed her lace covered body, as if it was the first time he'd seen it.
As the night unfolded, Dean's birthday celebration took a turn towards a more private, intimate celebration between him and y/n. They celebrated the passing of another year, cherishing the love they shared and the moments that made their lives worth living. It was a night filled with laughter, pleasure, and a deeper connection.
In that moment, Dean realized just how lucky he was to have y/n by his side. "Happy birthday Dean, I love you" she said as Dean nuzzled in next to her, satiated and full of love for the women lying next to him. "Love you too sweetheart, and thank you for the best birthday I've ever had " kissing her once more.
Their love story was far from ordinary, shaped by supernatural battles and life on the road. But the bond they had formed was unbreakable, fortified by trust and a shared understanding of the chaotic world they lived in.
As Dean and y/n embraced each other, their bodies entwined and their souls connected, they knew that this birthday celebration would be etched in their memories forever. It wasn't just about the gifts or the surprises; it was about the love they celebrated together, a love that transcended the monsters and fights, a love that made each day worth cherishing.
And as they fell asleep in each other's arms, Dean couldn't help but feel grateful for the adventures he'd had in life. The supernatural battles were challenging, but they were what had led him to y/n, the love of his life. With a smile on his face, he drifted off to sleep, content and filled with anticipation for the many more celebrations and surprises that were yet to come.
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You Saved Me (Part 11)
DESCRIPTION: (Season 10) After doing some job hunting you bump into your friend Dean but he's not traveling alone
WORD COUNT: 3597
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WARNINGS: demon Dean, swearing, single mum, knives, violence, choking (in a none sexy way), details of injuries, details of fighting, smut, choking (in a sexy way), dom Dean, sub reader, hitting, oral (f recieving), orgasm control, biting, unprotected sex (reader is on the pill), hair pulling, creampie,
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You put the various shopping bags into your boot. Cursing as one of the bags falls out. Spilling thevarious food items onto the car park floor. You kneel down. Cursing as you realise the bag has split. "Youve got to be fucking me". Resting your forehead into your hand as you try and regain your sanity back.
"Here" you hear a British voice say "let me help. They gave me an extra bag. You can use that one" you look up. Seeing a man with dark hair, facial hair, and light eyes holding out a plastic bag.
"Thank you" he opens the bag. Holding it out as you start placing your items into it. You see the bag he was holding. Filled with what looks like mainly beer. He must be having some party. "You're a life saver" you smile at him as he chuckles slightly
"Thats debatable but... thanks" you place the last items into the bag. He passes the bag to you. Taking it from him. STanding up as you place it into your boot. SHutting it down you turn to thank him again. He kneels down
"I think you dropped your ring" he picks it up. Flinching as it burns his skin slightly. You freeze slightly. Thumb going to the two rings still on your fingers. "SHit" he says. Looking at the ring then you. He stands up, pushing his shoulders back slightly as he watches you bend down. Grabbing the ring from the floor you place it into the bag. Based on the ring he touched you deduced hes possessed. You stand back up and look at him. His friendly demeanour has changed into a passive aggresive one. He goes to speak but you shake your head slightly
"I dont want any trouble" he watches you, his lips slightly apart as he analysises your behaviour. He knows that yiy know what he is. Yet he relises you show no sign of fear. You put your hands up in a slight defense pose. "Ive had a really shitty day and I just want to go back home and forget today happened" you put out your hand. Your left hand - the one without the rings on. "I promise. Thats all I want to do" he nods slightly. Taking your hand he shakes it. You smile slightly ar him "thank you again for the help" you drop his hand, going to the front seat of your car. Getting in you check the rear view mirror. The man you saw is now gone. You grip the steerig wgeek. Letting out the breath you didnt realise you were holding.
"What the fuck just happened...?" you mutter to yourself. Checking your backseat. Hitting the seats and double checking the footwells. "Youre fine. Im fine. Im fine" you say. You check your phone for the time. Perfect. Enough time to drop the shopping off at home then go job hunting before you have to pick your kids up from school. You start driving. STopping at the first pub you see. No luck. The next three cafes and two bars you get given the same response
"Sorry we arent hiring at the moment"
You pull up to the bed and breakfast. Desperate at this point. You go inside. Smiling at the person behind the desk "Hey there. Im looking for a job and I wondered if you had any availibilty?" she looks at you. Nodding slightly
"I will contact my boss and see if he has any places for you" she grabs a pen and paper "if you write down your details then we can contact you" she smiles at you as you write down yor name and number. You thank her. Turning around you and going to the car park. You unlock your car. Going to open it you see a familiar face. Smiling as you lock your car back up. Walking over to Dean as he opens the door to his room
"Well aint this a nice surprise" he turns to face you. Hand moving from the handle as he smiles, his eyes trailing down your body
"Wasnt expecting to see you here" he says as his eyes meet yours again "arent you a bit far from home?" you nod
"Its a long story"
"I have time if you want to come in for a bit?" you bite your bottom lip slightly before nodding. He smiles, opening the door for you. Letting you go in as he follows. Taking his flannel off, leaving him in just a shirt. You take off your coat. Placing it over the back of the plush airmchair. He grabs out two beets before he sits down on the edge of one of the beds. You go and sit on the bed opposite him. He offers you one of the beers. Taking it and taking a sip of it.
"God I needed this" he chuckles, drinking his drink as he rests his hands on his knees. Leaning forward as he looks at you
"What happened?"
"I got fired from my job. But no where is hiring so Ive had to come and look furhter out my comfort zone. It sucks but it is what it is. I need money and waiting is what Im good at" he nods, maintaining eye contact wih you
"SOmething else is bothering you"
"Yeah. Lydia has a cold, Anna has new baces so shes in pain all the time. My landlord is a dick and keeps being weird around me meaning I need to leave and find a new place to live" you break the eye contact "plus I did some shopping earlier and my bag broke which just really added onto my shitty day. Evrything just costs money that I dont have and its just stressing me out" he nods slightly. You place the beer to your lips, downing the rest of the drink. He chuckles slightly as you place the now empty bottle onto the bedside cabinet.
"I get why your so stressed" you nod. Rubbing your face before looking at him again, smiling softly before you shut your eyes slightly
"I'll be ok. I always am" he nods. You can feel his eyes on you. You open your eyes as you feel him move near you. Placing down his beer next to your empty one. He gently places a hand on your leg
"I can help relieve some of your stress, if you'd like?" a soft smirk on his face as he swipes his tongue over his bottom lip. You nod slightly, watching as he stands up. He comes over to you, gently tracing your bottom lip with his thumb "do you trust me?"
"Yes. I trust you Dean" you whisper. No hesitation in your voce as he smiles at you. Your eyes fixed on his ashe gently pushes his thumb into your mouth. You wrap you lips around it. STicking your tongue out slightly as you suck on the digit. He lets out a soft grunt. Moving his hand down as he grips your jaw with his hand. Bending down as he kisses you. You grip his shirt near his stomach, feeling him push his tongue into your mouth. Letting out a soft whine as he tightens his grip onto your jaw.
You feel him moving his hand down to you throat. Pushing you down so you lay on the bed. Your legs over the edge. His lips still on your as your hands let go of his shirt. Gavvig his wrist as you feel him move his lips to your collar bone. You feel him move his leg between yours. Pushing his leg up, his thigh pushng against your core. You rut your hips slightly against him. A soft moan escaping your lips. A dark chuckle brushes air over your neck as he moves his face back up to yurs. A quick kiss to your lips makes you open your eyes. Half lidded as you meet his. Dark from lust a he smiles down at you.
He gently squeezes your throat. Causing you to let out a whiny sigh. Rutting your hips against his leg. Biting your lip as the friction of your jeans hits just the right spot. He titls his head slightly as he looks at you. Letting go of your throat as he stands up. Slowly undoing your jeans and pulling them down the lenght of your legs. He kisses the insides of your thighs. "Please..." you whisper. He comes back up, kissing you as you feel his figertips dance over your bare legs.
"Are you still on the pill, Rose?" you nod slightly. Feeling his fingers trace around the top of your underwear. Pulling them down your legs and throwing them onto the floor. Dragging his fingers over your cunt. Causing you to gasp out slightly as his finger finds your clit. Rubbing soft circles onto it. "Cum without my permisiion and there will be consequences, understood?" You shut your eyes. Feeling him moving beside you, only focusing on his fingers. You gasp out as you feel him hit your senstive pussy. "Understood?"
You meet his eyes. Nodding as you watch him kneel down. "I understand". He smiles. Pushing your pussy apart as his tongue finds you clit as easily as his fingers had. "Holy fuck" you moan out. Hands going to his head as you hold him close to your core. Gripping his hair as you feel him push two fingers into you. Gridning your hips against his tongue and fingers. Getting closer and closer to your high. "Dean. Please" you groan. He hums in repsonse, causing virbations to go through your core. "Shit. Go-gonna cum... Please... wanna cum..." he hums again. You can feel a soft smile on his face as you rut your hips more aggresivly. His free hand coming round and resting on between your pubic area and your belly button. Pushing down hard onto it.
"Dean!" you cry out "Please" gripping his hair tightly as you try your best not to orgasm. With every flick of his tongue, curl of his finger, it get more diffuclt. You feel him move away slightly. Uttering three simple words
"Cum for me". With that you let go. Your legs clamping around his head as you pull him close to you. Truly unholy sounds coming out from your lips as you feel yourself letting go. You let go of the grip you have on his hair. Unclamping your leg. Eyes flutering open as you feel him pushing your shirt up as he kisses over your stomach. Eventually pushing it over your breasts. Biting at the flesh exposed by your bra. Kissing your neck before he pulls your tip over your head.
Hands going over your boobs before trailing around your torso. You arch your back, allowing him better access to unhook your bra. He tosses your clothes onto the floor. Leaving you completely naked in front of him. His hand goes to your cheek as he kisses you. Yur brow furrows slightly as you taste yourself on his tongue. Your hands going to the back of his hair, gripping it as he leans over you. Kissing you deeply as he wraps his arm around your waist. Pulling you up as he pushes himself off of the bed. You place your feet onto the floor. Moving away from his lips as he pulls away. Pulling his shirtr over his head. You bite your bottom lip as you trace your nails down his chest and stomach. Causing him to give you a devilish smile as he watches you.
You trace your hands over his biceps as he undoes his belt. Keeping eye contact as he removes his lower halfs. Hearing them drop ont the floor you lean forward. Kissing him gently as you place your hands on the side of his face. His hands go to your hips. Pulling away from the kiss he turns you around. Kissing your neck before pushing between your shoulder blade. Making you bend over, hands resting onto the bed. His hands grip at your ass, kicking your feet apart slightly so he can see you better. On full display for him. You feel a prodding at your entrance. Feeling him push himself fully into you.
"Fuck" he mutters. Your mouth a silent O as he stretches you out. He doesnt leave you much time to adjust before hes starting thrusting in and out. You grip the bed sheets, soft whines and moans leaving your lips as he grinds his hips against yours. He places a hand on your lower back. Allowing him to go faster and deeper. You hide your face into the bed. Muffling the noises you make. You feel his grab you hair. Pulling you by the roots upwards. Your back against his torso as he slows his thrusts slghtly "let me hear all those pretty noises" you shut your eyes tightly as he harshly thrusts. Moving the hand that was on your lower back down to find your clit. Rubbing onto it a he speeds up his thrusts again.
"Dean oh god"you moan out. "Wanna cum"
"Not until I say so" he almost growls into your ear. You keep your eyes shut, resting your head into his shoulder as you focus. Feeling him but trying not to cum.
"Please Dean..." you mumble "please" he kisses your neck
"Soon..." he mutters in repsonse. Picking up his pace. He moves his hand from your hair to your throat. Gently squeezing it. Your hands grip at him. On going to each of his hands. Gripping his wrists tightly as you feel his hips starting to lose their rythm. You let out a long whine as it gets harder to old back your orgasm. He grunts, nipping at your shoulder before whispering to you "cum beautiful"
With those words you let go. A truly sinful moan leaving your lips as you collapse against his body. You faintly register his grunts happening before feeling him stilling his hips. His seed filling you up. You moan out at the feeling. Moving your hand from his wrist up to his head. You turn your head. Planting a kiss to his lups as you grip his hair. The grip on your throat tightening slightly. The both of you heavily breathing as you come down from your highs.
"I think thats the best fuck Ive had in a long time" he chuckles at your statement. Dropping his hand from your throat
"Cant argue with that" he smiles. You feel him pull out of you. You push your legs toegther instinctiyl as you feel your mixed juices start to come out of you. He chuckles slight.y Going into the bathroom he grabs out a towel. Handing it to you, you use it to clean yourself up. Chucking it back into the bathroom. Putting your bra and pants back on as Dean puts on his pants and jeans. Just as the door opens. You grab your shirt, placing it onto yourself you turn. Freezing slughtly as you see the man from the car park.
"WHy do you never learn to knock?" Dean says
"Its a shared room. There are ways to show if youre using it" the british mans looks at you, smiling slightly "Pleased to meet your aquaintance again. I never did get a name"
"Rose. My name is Rose" you murmer "Hey Dean can I have a chat with you? Please?" he looks at you, then at his friend.
"I'll wait outside" they exchange a look. One you dont quite understand. As soon as the door shuts you turn to face Dean
"I know this is going to sound insane but you need to trust me with this" he nods. Going over to his bag he starts shuffling around it "Ok so your friend out there"
"Crowley"
"Yeah whatever his name is. Hes a demon. I met him earlier and he touched my ring and I left him to it because I had a really shitty day and I couldnt be bthered to deal with-"
"Kat. Breath" you stop. Taking in a breath. He tilts his head slightly to look at you. Watchng as youre chest rises and falls deeply as you calm your nerves. Turning back once youd regained your breath
"I didnt want to deal with demons at the time. So I left him. And he left me. But I feel like I should tell you this as Im worried he might do something to you"
"I'll be ok" he turns to face you.
"I know you will be but I thought I should tell you so that you can be prepared for when he turns dark eyes on you" he chuckles slightly. Holding up the item in his hand.
"Do you know what this is?" you look, shaking your head slightly. SOme sort of bone looking item. Teeth on it still and everything
"No" he takes a step towards you, both your eyes on the item as he holds it up.
"This is the first blade" eyes looking at you as he continues to step closer t you. You step backwards insticntivly. Eyes now on him as he smiles. Not his usual cocky smile. This one is a lot more sinister. "Its a powerful weapon. Destroys all living things so long as the user has the mark of cain"
"Thanks for that brief history lesson" you say. Sarcasm on your voice as you try and hide the fear you feel flodding over your body. Determined to stand your ground as he now stands infront of you. Your brain going frantic over what might be happening. Not a shifter. Or ghost possession. They wouldve reacted to your rings. You run your thumb over your fingers. Only two rings. Your blessed one still sitting at the bottom of your shopping bag. He places it onto your cheek bone. Smiling as you shake slightly from fear. Eyes on his as he darts his tongue out accross his teeth "Dean. Please fight this. Kick the fucker out" he chuckles. A low, dark chuckle.
"This is all me sweetheart" he trails his knife down your face. You grab his wrist. Pushing the blade away from you as you pish against his chest. Moving him away from you as you make a bolt for the door. You get it slightly open. Just about to get out you see a plam close it shut. SLamming the door. The hand that was on the door now grabbing your throat. Bringing you close to him as he drags you away from your only exit. Your hands grab at his tightening fist. Just as hes about to choke you out he drops you. Throwing you slightly down as you take in deep breaths. Hands coming up to your throat as you choke for air, moving backwards as you stay sat on the floor. Your back hitting the end of the bed frame
"Come on. Wheres that fight in you?" you shake your head. Him towering over you as you look up at him
"I dont want to hurt you Dean" he laughs as he comes closer. You try and go further into the bed.
"Thats a shame. Because I have no problem with hurting you" you go to kick him. He grabs your ankle. Pulling yu down so your safety of the bed behind is taken away. The sudden change forcing you to lose balance and lie on your back. You dont have time to react as he drags the blade over the length of your thgih. You cry out, hands coming up to cover over your chest as he kneels down. Straddling over your waist.
"Please Dean. Please stop. I-" you stammer before you can finish your words. He smiles slightly
"Go on. Say it" he smiles a truly wicked smile as those words mock you. Taunt you. You feel your bottom lip tremble slightly as you say those three little words.
"I love you..." you whsiper out. Your eyes darint between his. Hoping to see some sort of humanity appear behind him. SOm sort of mercy. But there is no emotion. No sign of affection towards you. Instead you are met with an almost feral look. The smile still adorning his face
"I think its funny that you think that will stop me from killing you" he says in an almost sing song. "If anything that'll make this more fun" he grabs your hands. Pinning them above your head as you try and wriggle out from under him. Feeling him use the edge of the knife to lift your shirt up slightly. Cutting your stomach just below your belly button. You scream out, trying to move your hands away from his grip. He goes to cut you slightly higher up when theres a knock at the door.
"Help me!" you scream out. His hand with the blade in coming up to cover your mouth. He leans down close to you. SHushing you as he meets your eyes. Only mere inches away from your face as he smiles.
"I wish we had longer" he moves his hand from your mouth. Gently tracing the blade down you throat until it rests in the centre of your stomach "But that was my cue to hurry this along" he pushes the blade into your belly. Pain filling your body as you feel him remove the weapon. Bringing it up slightly you feel him piercing it through your chest. Causing you to cry out again before the world turns to black.
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Redlight Masterlist
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Hooker!Reader
Summary: Dean Winchester is a rich, recently divorced entrepreneur who visits Los Angeles for business. While he was out with acquaintances one night and was waiting on a limousine to get back to his hotel, he witnessed a woman in need, and rushed in to help, only to learn that the woman was a prostitute. Dean should have left after he made sure she was okay, but there was something about her that wouldn’t let him walk away.
Warnings: Slow build, slow burn (kinda), angst, smut, fluff... basically my own version of Pretty Woman AU
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Chapter One ... Chapter Two ... Chapter Three
Chapter Four ... Chapter Five ... Chapter Six
Chapter Seven ... Chapter Eight ... Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten ... Chapter Eleven ... Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen ... Chapter Fourteen ... Chapter Fifteen
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Shifted - The Humbug (Chapter 5/?)
A/N: Still no end in sight. Been sitting on this chapter for a while because it's short and posting takes TIME, and I just haven't had the time to post what with life, the universe, and everything. Again, this is a Secret Santa fic for @jensengirl83, who I can only hope will forgive me for how long this is taking me to throw together. Also, not beta-read because we die like men and all that. (Since no one follows me on ko-fi, I've kind of abandoned it, so y'all get to read it here first!)
Story summary: The Winchesters are meeting your family for the first time when you all visit for Christmas. Things don’t go quite to plan.
Chapter summary: Everything just feels hopeless.
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word count (chapter/story): 1178/7213
Warnings: Just a lot of humbug with a smidge of fluff.
Previous chapter - Series masterlist
“Y/N?” she whispered loudly, her eyes wide and jaw tense. “What were you doing in there with Dean while your boyfriend is across the hall asleep?!?”
You gave your sister the most annoyed sibling bitchface you could muster and hoped it covered your nerves while you lied through your teeth.
“I went in there to wake him up because he sleeps like an angry bear with a gun under his pillow and I didn’t want you or Mom or Dad getting shot. Also, I needed to talk to him about a gag gift we’re getting for Sam after we’re back home. I was considering adding a clown element, but Dean thought that might be taking things a step too far.” You snorted a little giggle at the idea and hoped that would further sell your lie to your all-knowing sister.
Your sister’s expression didn’t waver, however.
“The man you love has a serious phobia of clowns, but you want to get him a gag gift involving clowns?” Tracey shook her head at you disapprovingly, threw her hands up in the air, and turned back towards her bedroom. “I can’t believe I’m related to you!” she snapped as she walked back into her room and slammed the door behind her.
Nearly dropping to the floor with relief, you patted yourself on the back for managing to fool your sister.
Breakfast was relaxed and made you finally feel like you were back at home with your family, mostly because Dean was in the shower and Sam was out for a run. At one point, you thought you saw Dean approach the doorway, but when you turned to look, he wasn’t there. Your mom distracted you with a story about Christmas when you were five and started a food fight with Tracey during breakfast, making everyone laugh.
Sadly, it didn’t last long. The mood took another nosedive when Sam returned from his run, even though he only grabbed a muffin from the table, kissed your cheek, and headed directly towards the shower. The table went quiet as everyone ate their pancakes and bacon, and you wondered what more you could possibly do to fix things.
Why couldn’t your family trust that you knew what you were doing? Why couldn’t they just believe you when you told them that Dean and Sam were good people?
Maybe because you were lying to them.
Shit.
Suddenly, you didn’t want to be there, anymore. If you couldn’t be honest with your family, then you just shouldn’t have come to visit at all. It had just seemed so easy to have the man you love and his brother in the same room as your family. You’d thought you could give the brothers something they’d never had: a real Christmas with people who cared about them. You wanted them to see parents who remembered to buy presents and were there, because they didn’t have to get revenge or hunt evil. You wanted to give them silly traditions like wearing stupid sweaters and making each other guess their presents before they could open them. But that wasn’t what was happening because you’d lied.
Dean came in, sat down next to you at the head of the table like he’d been the night before, and put way less food on his plate than he normally would. Breakfast continued in near silence, with only occasional attempts at small talk between your parents. By the time Sam had returned, Tracey was helping your parents with the dishes while you and Dean were leaving with the excuse that you needed to shower, and Dean had to put finishing touches on his presents. With a tug of his sleeve, Sam turned right around with you and followed you and Dean to the guest room.
“I take it breakfast was about as comfortable as dinner last night?” Sam asked with a sad sigh as you all sat down on the bed. You and Sam settled with your backs against the headboard, and Dean sat next to you on the side of the bed, stroking your leg with his hand.
“It was fine until I showed up,” Dean replied, grimacing. “They were even laughing until I got there, and then it all went silent again.”
Giving the boys a sad smile, you slumped where you sat. “Normally, we’d put on our sweaters, open presents, then go into town for a Christmas market thing they do in the afternoon, then come home for dinner. However, I’m beginning to think we should just say that a job came up that we can’t refuse and leave. I mean, nobody is happy this way, and maybe we can all salvage a little joy if we’re just not together. Tracey already caught me coming out of Dean’s room this morning and then yelled at me for considering giving you a clown-related gift, Sam. They can’t possibly think any worse of me if we just leave.”
Sam looked thoughtful, but Dean slid up the bed so he could put his arms around your shoulders and hold you close. “I’m so sorry this is such a shitshow, pretty girl. If you weren’t with me, then none of this would be happening.”
With a little shove, you sat up straight and looked Dean dead in the eyes. “Don’t you even go down that road, mister! You are not the problem here! You are the best man I know, and I wouldn’t trade a minute with you for anything in the world. Especially not just for some stupid Hallmark holiday crap. This is happening because I lied to my family.”
Dean tried to interrupt, but you shushed him with a hand and shook your head.
“Maybe it was your idea, but I went along with it. I could have put a stop to it right at the start, and I didn’t. And now we’re deep in it, and I don’t see a way out besides just leaving. And, although I’ll be a little sad that this didn’t work out the way I’d hoped, I think it’s the best possible choice, right now. I love you, and I love our life, and I wouldn’t change a thing, so just stop whatever self-deprecating bullshit you’ve got running through your head right this minute!”
Sam snickered while Dean looked properly chastised.
“Alright, darlin’. If you say so,” Dean said, leaning in and giving you a chaste peck on your lips. “Then you go give your regrets to your family and we’ll get packed up. We leave in ten.”
“Wait,” you said, stopping Dean from standing up. “Make it thirty. I really do want to shower and put on clean clothes before we start the drive back to the bunker. Someone got me all hot and sweaty this morning, and I still feel a little gross,” you joked.
Sam closed his eyes and turned his head, putting a hand up so he couldn’t see you. “I don’t want to hear that, guys!!!” You and Dean both chuckled and took advantage of Sam not looking to share a kiss.
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Fertility
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader
Word Count: ~1.2k
Warnings: fluff
Request by anon: Hey can i request a Dean Winchester x immortal demigoddess wife reader that is the daughter of whatever god or goddess and she is not a hunter just a normal girl that make Dean and Sam immortal with her magic and everyone in the hunting community know her as Dean innocent wife and she don’t cared about that, she is pregnant with Dean baby and know she is walking to the kitchen with Dean shirt and boxer because is comfortable and perfect for her pregnancy belly and him just loved. happy ending with a lot of fluff, kisses, and possible smut.
Summary: You want Dean to meet your mother, the Goddess of fertility, love, beauty, and pleasure. Only problem? She lives in Egypt and Dean hates flying.
Square Filled: Delphinium for @spnonewordbingo (deleted bingo)
Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3
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Man, this Bunker really does have everything about everything. This small library has vast knowledge about virtually every single monster there is and has ever been. Some of them are extinct but it’s still good to know about them just in case. You’ve come to learn that anything can happen in the hunting life.
You flip through the pages of a lore book about Egyptian Gods and Goddesses when you come across one that makes your heart soar and a smile spreads across your face. You run your finger delicately down the page and stare at the Goddess trapped inside the book.
“Hi, mom,” you whisper.
Your mother is Hathor, the Egyptian Goddess of fertility, love, beauty, and pleasure. She is the protector of women, and she does a helluva job of it. You’re a demigoddess with only half of her powers, but you’re still like her in so many ways. Not only are you immortal, but you have the power to fight well in any hand-to-hand combat, mental manipulation, and mental torture. Your mother does it a lot better than you can, but you’ve done a good job at practicing over the centuries.
She offered you a place by her side in Egypt where she currently resides but you wanted to see the world and explore it on your own. You wanted to make your own adventures instead of being the shadow in hers. It’s a damn good thing you listened to your gut because you wouldn’t have met Sam and Winchester otherwise.
The first thing you did when you came to the United States was save a woman from being attacked by a man. This man wasn’t to exert his power over her by forcing her into doing things she didn’t want to do, and you put an end to it immediately. She got her revenge just like the thousands of other women you’ve saved from having the same fate. Saving women and torturing men has gotten you this far in life and you don’t plan on stopping, not within the next few centuries, at least.
The biggest thing you gained from your Mother is the power of fertility. You can’t count how many women you’ve come across who want to have children but can’t. They don’t know how it happens, but they wake up one day and realize they’re pregnant. Your powers have only been used for good and you don’t plan on stopping any time soon.
You just love bringing life into the world just like your mom.
The bar was in full swing, and you’re at the bar sipping your drink and watching everyone. You never know when someone is going to need you. There was a couple at the dart boards who were arguing over the point system. You kept an eye on them just in case you might need to jump in.
The bell above the front door rang as two people walked in. The shorter of the two made eye contact with you and it was as if time stopped. Because your mother is the Goddess of Beauty, you’re naturally flawless. Even if you’re not someone’s type, you’re beautiful to them.
“Drinking alone?” he asked when he approached you.
“Not if you sit down and drink with me,” you flirted.
“Sammy, be somewhere else,” the man said and sat next to you. The taller one rolled his eyes and left the bar counter. “I’m Dean.”
“Y/N. Sammy your brother?”
“Yeah.”
“Younger or older?”
“What do you think?”
“I think you’re older. You have that energy about you, which means you’re just my type. I like them older.”
You were not about to tell him that you were centuries older than him.
You and Dean hit it off that night and not because he took you back to his room. That night also was the night you learned they are hunters. You saw the weapons in their bags and made a deduction paired with the fact that he had an Anti-Posession Tattoo on his chest. There was no time beating around the bush so you told both of them who you were, who your mother is, and the fact that you’re immortal. Dean didn’t care so that’s how you started seeing the eldest Winchester.
You’re not a hunter. You have no desire to be a hunter. You just help people where you can but instead of monsters, it’s humans. After a few years of being with them, you made both of them immortal per their request. You don’t make anyone immortal without their consent, and the brothers had plenty of time to think if they wanted this or not. You have the ability to take it away, but the years will catch up to the person immediately. That usually means death.
Still, you’re happy with the family you’ve made and wouldn’t trade it for the world.
You close the book on Egyptian Gods and Goddesses before getting up. You place a hand on your swollen belly and pat the area where you know your child can feel it. Once he gets old enough, he’ll be able to choose if he wants to be immortal or not. After he turns eighteen, of course, and you’d do it for him.
You’re wearing one of Dean’s shirts since they are so comfortable so when he sees you enter the kitchen, he grins. He even has your favorite flowers on display on the table. Such a gentleman.
“Damn, just when I think you can’t get more beautiful, you walk in wearing that.”
“Good morning to you, too,” you greet. He kisses you quickly and bends down to kiss your stomach. “I want to take a trip with you.”
“Where?”
“I want you to meet my mother.”
“You want me to meet an Egyptian Goddess?”
“Yeah. She’s really sweet. I think you’d love her, and I know she’d love you.”
“I guess that’ll be okay.”
“We have to fly there. She’s in Egypt, naturally.”
“Shouldn’t be a problem,” he says in a quiet voice.
“Are you sure? I know you hate flying.” He nods without saying anything, and you grab his face so he’s forced to look at you. “I can ask her to come here, but I don’t think she’ll take well to leaving Egypt. She has her own business that she won’t part from.”
“I’ll be okay.”
You lean up and kiss him quickly.
“I’d like to go before I get too pregnant to fly.”
The gears in Dean’s head turn as he thinks of a solution that will benefit you both.
“Why don’t we visit her until after the baby is born? That way she can meet him, too.”
“You just don’t want to fly. You’re pushing this as far as you can, aren’t you?” you chuckle.
“Sweetheart, I can’t help it. They’re dangerous.”
“You’re a big baby, you know that?”
You leave his side and sit down at the kitchen table so he can finish cooking in peace.
“I promise we can go after he is born. I really would love to meet the woman who made you.”
“Maybe afterward, we can meet your mom!” you gasp. “I can get us into Heaven. I know a God.”
“One parent at a time,” Dean chuckles and plates the food.
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What Awaits You in the Dark
Summary: After sleeping with Dean, Y/N really wants to sleep next to him too. Dean seems reluctant. Can Y/N figure out why?
Warnings/Explicit 18+: None really. Implied smut, mentions of sexy times. Kissing. Nightmares. Angst. Fluff.
Pairings: Dean x Reader
Word Count: 1,047
A/N: This one is a little break from my bingo cards. Wanted to write something sweet and angsty for my Dean on his birthday. Hope you all enjoy. ❤️
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For a long time after you and Dean started sleeping together, you never slept together. He usually worked things out so that you guys ended up in your bed for all the fun stuff, but once you’d fallen into a pleasure-induced coma for the night, he’d get out of your bed, tuck you in and go back to his room.
Sometimes, while watching (or not watching) a movie in his bed, soft touches and warm lips on your skin, would turn into long caresses and scorching kisses across your body. When that happened, and Dean managed to once again completely knock you out from overwhelming bliss, you’d always wake in his bed to find him gone. Sometimes he’d be asleep in the library slumped in his chair or you’d find him stretched out on the leather couch in the Dean cave.
You wondered about it, and were worried that maybe you snored too loudly, or maybe you took up too much of the bed. You couldn’t figure out what always made him leave your side, and refuse to sleep next to you. But you didn’t want to seem clingy and needy, demanding he spend the night with you when he didn’t want to, so you tried to ignore it.
But finally one night, a few months in, you woke up just as he was leaving your bed. You sleepily and reflexively grabbed his hand as he stood up. He seemed surprised to see you awake.
“Hey baby. Go back to sleep.” He said with a kiss to your forehead.
You shook your head. “No, I don’t wanna sleep without you here again.”
He sat down on the edge of the bed and leaned over to kiss you softly. “You’ll sleep better on your own.”
You shook your head again, your voice grumpy. “No, I won’t.”
You pulled him down to you for another kiss and spoke against his lips when it ended. “Don’t go.” You took his hand and raised his fingertips to your mouth, kissing each in turn. “Stay.” You said with wide, pleading eyes.
Dean slipped the hand you held up to your cheek. “That’s not a good idea, sweetheart.”
“Why?” You knew you were pouting.
Dean sighed. “I’m a…a restless sleeper. I’ll keep you awake.”
You frowned. “That’s the problem? That’s why you never sleep beside me? Because you think you might wake me up? Dean, I sleep like the dead.”
He gave you a soft smile. “You do sleep soundly, but -”
“No buts.” You argued. “You won’t keep me awake. Nothing keeps me awake. And I’d really like to wake up with you next to me.”
Dean plucked at your bottom lip with his thumb. “Yeah, I’d like that too…” You could sense another “but” coming on and you scowled at him. He laughed softly.
“Okay.”
So he slid into bed beside you and you curled up against his warm, hard body and reveled in the peace and serenity that came from being wrapped up in his arms. And when you woke up in the morning he was there to kiss you awake and set your body on fire, pressing you into the mattress with his hips as he moved inside you with languid strokes.
It was your absolute favorite way to wake up.
However, throughout the day you noticed he seemed more tired than usual. You assumed it was simply your early morning, erotic adventures that had him yawning. But the next day was the same, and the next. He just seemed to get more and more exhausted.
Finally that evening you went to talk to him about it and found him sound asleep in his bed, fully dressed with piles of books surrounding him. You moved the books and climbed in beside him. He stirred slightly and frowned in his sleep. You pushed your fingers through his hair and his face relaxed, a sigh issuing from deep within his chest. You watched his peaceful expression, until your eyes got heavy and you laid your head on his shoulder, gradually dozing off.
A couple of hours later, you were jolted awake by harsh thrashing and quiet grunts of pain. Dean was still beside you, but no longer peaceful. His muscles were rigid, his limbs twisting and his body shaking. He was sweating and his face spasmed in expressions of pain.
The sight brought tears to your eyes immediately. It was obviously some kind of horrific nightmare. You reached out to push on his shoulder and shake him awake. But as soon as you touched him, his eyes sprang open and he grabbed your wrist in a vise-like grip, quickly twisting it behind you, and flipping you onto your back.
His face was a snarl as he hovered above you for a moment before consciousness seemed to surface and he saw your fearful expression and wet eyes. He instantly let go of your wrist and leapt out of bed.
“Y/N?” He asked, still sounding confused.
Your tears continued to fall, an involuntary response to everything that had happened in the last two minutes. You wiped them away quickly and tried to stifle them.
“Why are you here?” Dean barked, his hand shaking as he ran it over his face.
You took a deep breath. “I was tired. You…you were asleep so I crawled in beside you.”
“Jesus Christ.” Dean growled quietly. “I knew sleeping beside me was a terrible idea.”
You frowned at him. “I've been sleeping beside you for days and it's been fine.”
He shook his head. “Yeah, you've been sleeping beside me. But I haven't been sleeping.”
“What? Why?” You asked, prompting him to throw you a look that called you crazy.
“Why?” He said loudly before waving a hand at the bed. “This is why! I'm dangerous.”
You scoffed. “You are not dangerous, Dean. I just startled you and then you startled me. Next time I'll know better than to touch you when I wake you up.”
“Next time?” He asked, his voice hard. “There isn't gonna be a next time, Y/N. I'm not gonna risk actually hurting you - next time.”
He stormed out of his room and you sat on his bed staring after him for a few minutes before you got up and followed him. You found him in the kitchen, standing over the kitchen sink and splashing water on his face.
“Dean.” You said softly as you came up behind him. He flinched slightly as you wrapped your arms around his waist and laid your cheek between his shoulder blades.
“Y/N, I'm not discussing this. I won't risk hurting you.”
“Hey.” You said, jabbing him in the ribs, making him turn to face you. “This is very much up for discussion. I'm the one ‘risking’ something.” You admonished, using finger quotes.
Dean's jaw clenched and he tried to move away from you, but you got in his path. “Listen to me. Do you have nightmares like that every night?”
Dean stared off over your head, refusing to answer at first. But when it was clear you weren't going to drop it he heaved an annoyed sigh.
“No, not every night. But all it takes is one night and one nightmare for you to get hurt.”
“When you wake up from the nightmares on your own, does it take you a long time to come to your senses? Do you stay in the nightmare for any length of time?”
Dean frowned. “No, when I wake up, I just wake up.”
You smiled at him. “Well, there you go. You’re not gonna hurt me when you wake up on your own then, and If you have a nightmare and I wake up before you do, I'll just climb out of bed and then call you from there.”
Dean opened his mouth to object, but you put your fingertips over his mouth. “Nope. I mean it. I sleep through almost everything, so it's more likely you'll wake up on your own and when that happens, I want to be there beside you so you know the nightmare is over.”
You reached up on tiptoe to kiss him softly. “I love you, Dean Winchester.” It was the first time you were saying it out loud. It felt good, right. “I love you and I won't leave you alone in the dark.”
Dean looked quickly away from you, staring down at the ground, his impossibly long lashes fluttering as he blinked rapidly. You reached up to cup his cheek and he hesitated briefly before turning his lips into your palm, closing his eyes and inhaling deeply. His big hand came up to cover yours and he pressed kisses to the center of your hand and then the pulse point in your wrist.
He kept his eyes closed and spoke in a whisper. “I love you.”
After a moment, he finally opened his eyes and caught your gaze again. A thousand emotions flickered in his mossy green eyes, changing too quickly for you to catch them all. “I just…I’m afraid that…”
He trailed off, but continued to stare into you; it felt as though he was probing your soul. Finally he just dropped your hand to grab your shoulders and yank you up against him. His head dipped and his mouth covered yours, swallowing your surprised moan. His kiss was ravenous and slightly desperate. All the emotions you couldn’t define in his green-eyed gaze were there in his kiss. The way his lips moved on yours told you about his fear and his strength, his deep love for you and his desperation to hold on to you. You understood his need for you and it mirrored your own.
His hands moved down over your hips before grasping the backs of your thighs and scooping you up to wrap your legs around his waist. He carried you down the hallway towards his room. When he spoke, his voice was once again light, teasing, and sexy.
“Okay, baby, you can spend the night in my room. But I can’t promise we’ll get much sleep.”
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Chapter 7 - We're Not in Kansas Anymore
Summary: After a random encounter introduces you to Dean Winchester, you can't shake the magnetic pull you feel towards him. For years, you've felt like everything in your life is under control--a promising career, financial stability and no real responsibilities. Dean's a hunter; it's his life and job. But somehow when you meet, your worlds are flipped upside down and you have to decide if it's a chance worth taking.
Chapter Warnings: Some angst, language, Supernatural-y things (demons, exorcism, etc.)
Pairing: Dean Winchester x female!reader
Word Count: ~3.3k
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Moments after Meg hung up the phone, your front door swung open. He looked pissed, and a little bit concerned, as his eyes moved over you.
“You alright?” He asked gruffly as his eyes swept down your body, subsequently looking for any injuries. You nodded, unable to speak out loud from the confusion and terror coursing through you. His eyes returned to yours with a look that read as sympathetic, like he was sorry.
Before he could move again, Meg returned her hold on you with a nod of her head. Your feet left the ground once more, and you couldn’t stop the scream that came up from your belly as you were pressed against the wall again.
“Dammit, Meg!” Dean cursed. He took a step towards you and Meg stopped him in his tracks.
“Uh, uh, uh,” she wagged her finger. “Not another step, Dean.”
“You wanted to talk? Well, you got me,” he held his hands out wide, and to you it looked like he was trying to show her that he had no weapons or wasn’t trying to threaten her. It made you wonder what kind of weapon could stop Meg, or a demon, rather. It also made you worried for your friend who, you guessed, was trapped in there somewhere. But really, you had no idea.
“Yeah, well, something tells me that if I let her go, this won’t just be a friendly chat anymore,” she rounded the corner a bit as Dean shifted in the living room. Her back was now to the kitchen, which led to your laundry room and back door. Your eyes noticed movement in the shadows of the laundry room. You would’ve screamed if Meg still didn’t have her hold on you.
“What do you want, Meg?” You knew Dean had to see the man slowly inching his way into the kitchen, but he didn’t falter. He didn’t even allow his eyes to pass over the shadow. Instead, he continued talking to Meg.
“Word on the street is that you and your idiot brother are trying to close the gates of Hell,” she shifted her body so she was completely facing Dean. “You’ve got a lot of people looking for you, ya know.”
“Ah, come on. I shouldn’t be that hard to find,” Dean quipped back.
At that very moment, the shadow stepped fully into the light. He was a tall man, and based on Meg’s comment, you assumed he may have been Dean’s brother, Sam. In two quick, long strides he was just a few feet behind Meg. You noticed the gallon jug of what looked like water in his arms. In one quick movement, he doused Meg with the liquid and she screamed. She writhed against the water, and fog or smoke started to lift off of her skin.
As soon as the water had been tossed, you felt the weight fall away and gravity took over. You fell to the ground in a heap just like you had before. Dean reached you quickly, he tentatively put a hand on your shoulder and eyed the situation in front of him. The taller man in the room snapped what looked like cuffs on Meg's wrists. She sputtered as she looked down at them.
“Devil’s trap on cuffs?” She tried to mock, but somehow you could tell she was frustrated. “Very clever, boys.” She spit out some of the water that she had ingested. You clambered to your feet and brushed your hair out of your eyes as you attempted to regain your composure. Dean moved in front of you and blocked your view. “Aren’t you tired of playing games? I sure am.”
“You’re the one who started this,” the taller man pushed back as he held onto her arm. Even though her hands were locked in handcuffs, it seemed he was still nervous she would run off.
“Oh, come on, Sasquatch,” she rolled her eyes. “You know you wouldn’t have listened to me if the circumstances were different.” Her eyes moved towards where you stood behind Dean. She peered her head to see around him. As soon as she made eye contact, you averted your gaze.
“Don’t look at her,” Dean said firmly as he adjusted his stance. “You know what they say, Meg. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.”
“Yeah, well, what now, hot shot? You gonna use the demon blade on me? Take me hostage? What happens when I ditch this meat suit?” She bit back. Your eyes focused on Dean’s back and wondered what any of that meant. The memory of what Meg had referred to earlier surfaced: whatever happens to that body, happens to Jen.
“Jen’s my best friend,” there was a slight stutter to your soft voice as you tried to cope with everything that had happened. “Don’t hurt her.”
Dean’s head cocked to the side as he listened to you. You watched the muscle that lined his jaw flinch before he turned back to Meg.
“We’re gonna send this bitch back to Hell,” Dean’s words came out strong and confident. It sent a shiver throughout your body. Before you could ask what that meant, Dean seemed to sense your question. “Don’t worry, it’s not gonna hurt your friend.”
Meg seemed nervous, but Sam started speaking in a language you didn’t recognize. Latin, maybe? But as he spoke, Meg seemed to become very uncomfortable. She pulled against the cuffs, and then something happened that you had only ever seen in movies before—the kind of movies that gave you nightmares. You peered over Dean’s shoulder and watched as Jen’s head shook violently side to side. Her mouth opened and then thick black smoke began to funnel out of her. Instinctively, you reached forward and grabbed a fistful of Dean’s jacket. A tremble coursed through your body.
And then just like that, your friend crumpled to the floor. Sam rushed to her with a key and undid the handcuffs.
You pushed past Dean and dropped to your knees by her. She slowly opened her eyes.
“Where the hell am I?” She blinked up at you and the two men standing over you and sat up quickly. "And why am I wet?"
“Jen, take it easy,” you breathed and tried to calm your shaking hands. “You passed out.” It wasn’t a total lie, and you already knew Jen would have a hard time believing any of this. You certainly did, until you saw it for yourself. "I splashed some water on you to try to get you to wake up."
“I…I don’t even remember coming inside. I pulled up to your driveway, and then something happened…” her words fell off as you could sense her trying to remember. “There was black smoke.” Her eyes widened and you panicked.
“You must have hallucinated or something,” you quickly tried to fill in the gaps.
“Yeah, I guess so,” she rubbed at her forehead before she took on the two men behind you. Her eyebrows went upwards as she tried to place the two of them. “Is that…?”
Before anyone could say anything else, you interjected. “Jimmy and Ben, my new neighbors. They, uh, they heard me yelling for help when you passed out,” you lied through your teeth. You had lied to her more than once tonight, and that didn’t sit well with you, but the alternative (the truth) was too complicated. “They came to help.” Dean and Sam both managed a small nod as they watched over Jen. “Here, let me walk you both out.”
“You sure?” Dean eyed you carefully as you stood and helped your friend to her feet. You led her to the couch, but her gaze stayed on Dean.
“I’m sure,” you answered quickly. “I’ll get her some food and water. I’m sure it was just a low blood sugar thing.”
“I don’t have low blood sugar,” Jen’s voice was low but she plopped down on the couch anyway.
“I’m sure it’ll be fine,” your words were jumbled together. You just wanted to get Dean and Sam out. Jen had read the articles, you knew she would recognize Dean once she fully became aware of her surroundings, if she hadn’t already. The whole demon thing was hard enough for you to understand, and you had witnessed it for yourself.
You gently placed a hand on Dean’s back and one on Sam’s as you ushered them to the door. Once you were through the doorway, you pulled the door shut behind you and closed your eyes. It felt like the first time you could take a breath since this entire ordeal started (and to be honest, since you had stumbled upon the articles about Dean in the first place).
“Jimmy and Ben?” Dean’s voice was low as he eyed you cautiously. He didn’t know where you stood in all of this, but was dying to find out. To be honest, you didn't even know yourself; there was so much to wrap your mind around.
“I panicked,” you matched his volume. “I couldn’t tell her the truth. She just got done reading articles about how you’re both murderers and are supposed to be dead. I’m sure she’ll put it together once she sees your pictures again. I just have to figure out how to explain it to her. She’s never going to understand.” You nibbled subconsciously on your bottom lip. Once you realized you were doing it, your eyes popped up to Dean. His words from that night were all you could process: “What’d I tell you about that lip?” You released it immediately, though you could tell by the way he clenched his teeth and his jaw tightened, he had noticed.
“Do you understand?” Dean asked gently. Whatever hold you had over him a moment ago, he had pushed it out of his brain and refocused on the situation you were currently in.
“Not in the least,” you sighed as the weight of everything seemed to fall over you; you had to lean against the door just to hold yourself up. “But I’m realizing there are things I guess I just can’t understand. And maybe you aren’t a psychopath and maybe you were telling me the truth. Is Jen going to be alright?”
Dean offered a small smile, but his eyes still pierced through you—it was almost as if he was worried if he looked away, you might keel over. “She’ll be fine. She might have weird memories, but physically, she’ll be alright.”
You nodded, satisfied with that answer. “So what does this all mean? And that was a demon?” Your eyes danced between them and then steadied on Sam. “And you—how did you get into my house? I have so many questions.” You sounded exasperated, because that’s exactly what you were.
Sam smiled cautiously. It seemed like these boys were worried if they weren’t careful, you might break. “It was way too easy. You really should lock your windows,” he chuckled lightly before he rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m Sam, by the way. It’s nice to meet you,” he put his hand out for you to shake. You were hesitant, but you took it. After all, these guys had just saved your life.
“We’re gonna stay close, once Jen leaves, let’s talk, alright?” Dean offered, still with a low tone. “I’m sure if Meg knows about you, others do too. Or they will soon enough. We’ll park a few houses down and keep an eye out.”
“And what about Meg? Is she truly gone?” You watched them nervously.
“For now,” Dean answered. “She’ll find a way out of hell, she always does. If word gets out, which it will, about what we’re trying to do, she’ll claw her way out before she lets it happen. Most of them will…” his words were hard and serious. This was serious.
“I have so many questions,” the words came out in a breath. Now that the shock was wearing off, the utter fear, anxiety and physical pain from falling twice was starting to set in.
“I know you do, sweetheart,” it almost seemed like Dean winced after he said the word, but you ignored it. “We’ll get there, I promise. Just try to relax. You’re safe right now, and I intend to keep it that way.”
You knew he meant it by the force of his words and the look in his eyes. You nodded.
“Okay, then,” you took a shaky breath and straightened yourself so you weren’t leaning against the door. “I’ll, um, I’ll call you?” You glanced back at Dean and he nodded. He seemed to hesitate for a moment, like there was something he wanted to do. But instead, he and Sam walked down your front steps and to the street to head back to the car.
You took a deep breath before you went inside.
“So, wanna know what’s weird?” Jen asked as you rinsed the dishes. You made her sit at the table and drink her water, even after she tried to insist on helping you. She hadn’t brought up anything that had happened, and you were thankful, though surprised. You had a twisting feeling in your gut that told you that was about to change.
“Hmm?” You hummed as you put the rinsed dish in the dishwasher.
“Your neighbor looks a lot like Dean…” she eyed you over her water glass.
Thankfully, the dish had made it on the rack before it slipped out of your hands. You let a few seconds pass before you laughed nervously.
“Really? I guess I didn’t see it,” you avoided eye contact even though you could feel her gaze.
Jen stood from her seat and you eyed her carefully. There were uneasy feelings when you looked at her that you couldn’t forget. You knew it wasn’t her before—she didn’t have some crazy superpower and she couldn’t fling you against a wall. But still, it was hard to separate what happened with Meg from your friend standing beside you.
“Oh, please,” she gave you a look that told you she knew you weren’t giving her the whole story. “The man you’ve been trying to forget for three days has an uncanny resemblance to your ‘neighbor’ and you don’t notice?” She folded her arms across her chest.
“Jen, I can’t explain it,” you said simply with a sigh as you finally turned to face her. “I’m sorry for everything—I’m sorry you passed out, I’m sorry for dragging you into the whole Dean thing. I’m just sorry.”
Her gaze softened as you blabbed in the middle of your kitchen. “Hey, you don’t owe me any apologies, okay?” If only she knew the truth. “I’m your best friend. You don’t have to apologize for anything. And you can talk to me, alright?” You nodded once and focused your gaze on the tile by your feet. “Look, it’s been a long night. I’m exhausted. I’m gonna head out, but can we talk tomorrow? Please?” She tilted her head so you’d look at her.
Tomorrow. At least it gave you some time to process everything. “Tomorrow sounds good,” you replied. Jen sighed and wrapped her arms around you in a hug. “You sure you’re okay to drive home?” Worry bubbled through you. Even though Dean had said she would be alright, you just couldn’t be sure. Hell, you weren’t sure of anything at that moment.
“Oh, I’m fine,” she said as she pulled back with a small smile. “It takes me maybe five minutes to get home. I’ll even text you when I get there.”
“Okay, deal,” you smiled back. You walked your friend to the door and promised her a phone call the next day. Your arms folded across your chest as you stood on your front porch and watched her pull away, partially to block the cool night air in Virginia, but also to protect yourself from everything that had terrified you that night. Both sent shivers up your spine.
As soon as her tail lights turned down another street, headlights illuminated behind you. Just as promised, it looked as though Dean and Sam had parked just a few houses down the block.
As they pulled up to the curb in front of your home, you recognized that it wasn’t the Impala.
Both doors opened at the same time, and you tried to manage a smile as they got out of the car. “How’re you doing?” Dean asked as they climbed the steps to your porch.
A shrug lifted and dropped your shoulders. “It’s been a weird three days, putting it lightly.”
You opened the door to welcome them inside.
“Ha,” Dean chuckled lightly. “I can imagine.” You realized how he must have felt after not hearing from you. While you had gone through your own misery and fear of losing him because you thought he was some psychopathic killer, to then realizing he was telling the truth, he must have been so confused and worried.
“Hey, uh, could I use your restroom?” Sam asked as he cleared his throat. You nodded and showed him the way. It was pretty obvious he was trying to give you and Dean a moment.
Dean hesitated, but came back to stand in front of you after Sam went down the hall.
“I owe you an apology,” you said softly as you tried to calm your heart as it raced in your chest.
“No you don’t,” he shook his head adamantly and shoved his hands in his pockets to busy them so he wouldn’t reach out and touch you. “You had every right to run for the hills. In fact, I owe you an apology.” Before you could say anything, he continued. “There are a lot of things I should’ve done…and probably some things I shouldn’t have, too.” His tone had dropped. “You’re wrapped up in this because of me. And I’m sorry for that.”
“It’s okay,” you murmured as you studied his eyes. They were the same as you remembered them from just a few days before. “I was interested in you from the jump. And I called you, remember?”
“Oh, I remember,” he chuckled softly as his face softened. “But I probably should’ve said no.”
You shook your head immediately without having to take a second thought.
“No, please don’t say that,” you reached for his hands and pulled them from his pockets. The feeling of his skin on yours once more created a flutter in your chest that almost felt like pieces were being put back together. “Even knowing all that I know now, as crazy as it’s going to sound…I wouldn’t go back and change anything.”
Dean brought your hands up to his lips and left a soft kiss there. “I hear you. And I wouldn’t want to change it, either. But this life isn’t a life you want anything to do with. I should’ve been smarter about that. I usually am, but you were…”
“Different,” you answered for him with a small nod. “I know what you mean.”
Sam had reemerged from the bathroom and slowly made his way into the living room. He cleared his throat to announce his presence.
“So, what does this mean now? You’re sure Jen isn’t in any kind of danger?” Dean had let your hands go and you shifted your gaze to look at both of them.
“I don’t think so,” Dean answered. “Meg wanted to get to us, and she knew she could do that through you. We’ll have a friend of ours keep an eye on Jen, just to be safe.” You felt okay with that answer, for now at least. “But you, on the other hand…” his words fell again as he looked at you. “I don’t wanna scare you when I say this—“
You cut him off with a wave of your hand. “With all I’ve witnessed and learned today, I don’t think I could be more scared than I already am. Lay it on me.”
Dean offered up a small smile. “If Meg knows about you, then others will, too.” You nodded as you tried to process. “How do you feel about coming to Kansas for a little while?”
A/N: Happy Thursday, friends! There's chapter 6 - how are we feeling? She finally is starting to make sense of everything (the best she can). And maybe going to Kansas with the Winchesters?
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“Hey, I know this is a lot to take in,” Dean started slowly. Both of the boys kept treating you like you were made of glass, which was a little bit annoying but also made sense. It felt like you were all waiting for the other shoe to drop.
“I’m okay,” you said out loud for him, but also for yourself. “I’m not really a big fan of the unknown…I’m a planner.” You mumbled as you looked around at your things.
“Not big on taking chances, huh?” Dean chuckled softly as his eyes watched you move. Again, it was like he was waiting for it all to set in and for you to crumble.
“Nope,” you sighed as you finally looked back at him. “Rule follower, remember?” You managed a half-smile as you remembered the first time you met in Atlanta.
“Oh, I remember,” Dean smirked back. He took a few steps towards you and you both sat on the edge of your bed. “Just keep in mind–this doesn’t have to be forever.” Your head had dipped a bit, so he moved his to find your gaze.
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It's In His Kiss 😘
(Dean Winchester X you)
After hunting a witch, she puts a spell on you to hurt Dean knowing you have feelings for him.
Y/n had been hunting with Sam and Dean Winchester for over two years now. They were like family, united by their common purpose of saving innocent lives from supernatural threats. As the trio faced one dangerous creature after another, they had developed a deep bond of trust and camaraderie.
On a moonlit night, after successfully hunting down a powerful witch, Y/n felt a strange and unsettling sensation. It was as if an invisible force was trying to pry her away from the team, targeting Dean specifically. Unbeknownst to her, the witch had placed a spell on Y/n, hoping to sever her connection with Dean and weaken their hunting prowess.
Days passed, and Y/n couldn't shake off the strange feelings that clouded her mind. She became distant, avoiding interactions with Dean, fearing that whatever was happening to her might harm him in some way. Sam noticed this change in Y/n's behavior and grew increasingly worried. He knew that something was amiss.
One evening, as Y/n sat alone in a dimly lit motel room, Sam decided to confront her. He knocked gently on the door, his concern evident in his voice. Y/n opened the door, her eyes filled with a mix of confusion and sadness.
"Y/n, something is happening to you," Sam said, his voice steady but filled with compassion. "I think there's a spell on you, a spell meant to drive you away from Dean."
Y/n stared at Sam, tears welling in her eyes. "I... I feel it too, Sam. I don't want to hurt Dean. But I don't know how to fight this. I think I'm gonna have to leave, I don't want to hurt either of you" tears now falling freely down her face.
Sam placed a comforting hand on Y/n's shoulder. "We'll figure it out. You have to trust me. We're a team, and we'll always find a way to help each other, give me a chance to find a cure and if I don't, you can leave if you want to. But you gotta tell Dean." Y/n nodded to Sam and told him if he hadn't found anything by the end of the week, she was going to leave to keep Dean and him safe.
Determined to break the spell, Sam started researching. He delved deep into ancient texts and consulted fellow hunters for any knowledge or solution that could save Y/n from the clutches of the spell. The days turned into nights as Sam tirelessly searched for a solution.
Finally, after a couple of days of research, Sam stumbled upon a powerful counter-spell that could potentially break the malicious enchantment. However, it required an act of true love. It was a simple yet complex solution - Dean had to kiss y/n with genuine affection, proving that their bond was unbreakable.
Sam hesitated to reveal the details to Dean. It was a difficult task, asking his brother to kiss y/n and confess his true feelings, but it was their only hope. He gathered the courage and sat Dean down, explaining the severity of the situation.
Dean listened intently, his expression a mixture of shock and concern. "So, let me get this straight. I have to kiss y/n, and the spell will be broken? And this is why she's been avoiding me and running off every time I get close to her?"
Sam nodded. "Yes, Dean. It's the only way to break the spell's hold on her." Dean stood up pacing around the library for a few seconds "why the hell don't she come talk to me, I would've understood. Instead I thought I'd annoyed her" Sam grabbed Dean by his shoulders "she didn't want to come near you just in case the spell kicked in and she hurt you. She cares for you Dean, I could see it in her eyes, I think she might actually love you too".
Dean's chest tightened as he realized the weight of the situation. Over the years, he had developed strong feelings for y/n but had never dared to voice them, fearing that it might complicate their dynamic as a hunter trio. Yet, now he had to confront those emotions, risking everything to save her.
With a determined look on his face, Dean headed towards y/n's room. He knocked softly, hoping she would understand the severity of the situation. She opened the door, her eyes filled with a mixture of anticipation and fear.
"Dean, what are you doing here?" She asked half hiding behind the door as if it would stop her from doing anything to harm Dean, her voice barely above a whisper.
Dean pushed the door open carefully, so he wouldn't hurt her. He could feel the resistance she had leaning on the door, so he knew that she didn't really want to hurt him. He knew she would never want to hurt him unless she was being controlled. Dean felt his heart race as he approached her, taking her delicate hands in his, she tried to pull them away but he had a tight grip on her. "Y/n, I need you to know something. I care about you, more than I can put into words. And now, I have to prove it." y/n's eyes grew wide as Dean's face grew closer to hers, realising what he was going to do.
Y/ns teary eyes met Dean's gaze, and in that moment, she understood his unwavering commitment and true love shining through. She nodded, giving him permission to break the spell that had been tearing them apart.
As Dean pressed his lips against y/ns, a surge of energy coursed through their bodies. The spell shattered like glass, falling away, leaving them free from its cruel grasp. Time seemed to pause as they tasted each other's love and affection, a moment of undeniable connection.
When they finally broke apart, Y/n looked at Dean, her eyes filled with newfound hope and certainty. "I've always felt something between us, Dean. And now, I know it's real."
Dean smiled, his heart filled with joy. "Y/n, you're my family. And I'll do anything to keep you safe, always."
From that day forward, their bond grew stronger, fortified by the love they had always shared. With Sam by their side, they faced even greater challenges, but they faced them as a united front. Their love and the power of their friendship became an unbreakable force, protecting them from the darkness that lurked in the shadows. And together, they continued their journey, as hunters, as family, and as two souls forever entwined.
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You Saved Me (Part 8)
DESCRIPTION: (Season 8) You get invited to a birthday party. Needing some help you call the first man that comes to mind. Dean Winchester
WORD COUNT: 2460
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WARNINGS: swearing, single mum
DISCLAIMERS
- This is fiction. Please always talk to your partner before doing anything and make sure they are ok with what you are doing beforehand
- Not been proof read
A YEAR LATER
"Honey"
"No mum"
"Hand it over" you have your hands up in a defence pose, sowly holding one out towards you youngest daughter. SHe shakes her head
"Mumy no"
"Lydia. Please just give me the spoon" she giggles, licking the end of the spoon. Smiling as the chocolate icing hits her tongue. SHe giggles as you smile, tackling her and tickling her "Thats it little miss"
"Mummy no!" she squeals as you tickle her, wrestling the spoon from her hand and placing it on the side. You pick her up. Body facing away from you as you hold her. Arms wrapped around her as you move. Going into the living room. Anna looks at you, going over she smiles at her younger sister
"We have a prisoner Detective Anna. The Infamous 'spoon theif'"
"The crime?" she stands up, coming over and placing her hands behind her back.
"STealing spoons used halfway through cooking some food and eating from the utensul"
"Hmm. You know what the punishment for that is, correct?" she smiles. Grabbing her sisters feet and tickling the soles of them "Tickle torture" more enjoayble squealing
"Mummy!" she squeals. Wriggling in your grip and kicking. A grin accross her face.
"Ok" you say, Anna stopping her torment "I think shes learnt her lesson" she nods, putting her down she folds her arms. Glaring at you both as an unaplogetic smile is plastered on her face.
"Youre both horrible to me"
"Hey you knew what the penalty was for theiving food before its ready" you smile "Im going to go continue cooking. STay in here ok? Both of you" they both nod, slight evil grins on both their faces. You turn around, playfully looking over your shoulder as you go t the kitchen. Continuing decorate the cupcake you were icing. Using a fresh and unlicked spoon however. You place the cake into the container. Pushing it to the far back of the counter. Going back into the living room with your hands behind you back. You see the two girls sitting on the floor. Both of which seem to be colouring.
"I made the cakes. Now they're for tomorrow so please dont have them before we go to the party ok?"
"Ok mum" you smile "thankfully for you" you pull out the two cupcakes from behind your back "I made a couple of extra. Just for quality control" they both smile. You hand one to each of them as they unwrap and eat their sweet treats.
"The rest are for tomorror. Got it?" they both nod, grinning with mouthfuls of cake causing you to chuckle.
Th rest of the day goes by as normal. Doing the chores, putting the kids to bed, having a shower, going to bed, getting up in the morning, heading to the party. It was one of Anna's friends birthday. You were quite friendly with the mum so she had asked you for some help with the food. You were on cupcakes. You drive up, parking outside her house.
Yu go inside. Your oldest going and playing with her friends. Your youngest clinging to your leg as the mum of the birthday boy comes in. She hugs you in greeting "Rose! Im so glad you coul make it"
"Sarah its nice seein you" she smiles, moving away and taking the cakes from you. Placing them on the counter with the other stuff. She smiles and crouches down
"Yo must be Lydia" she says, smiling as she nods. Hiding her face into your leg as you both let out a soft chuckle. SHe stands up, smiling at you "Come on. Let me introduce you to the other parents" she smiles. Motioning for you to follow her as she leads you to her garden. She introduces you to two couples. Going to introduce you to the next couole she gets distracted
"Honey no- Im sorry Ive got to- honey please dont eat that. Thats not edible" she runs over to one of the kids. The two couples laugh slightly
"SO wheres yur husband?" you shake your head "Wife?"
"No. Im not married"
"Oh..." the look they give you. One of disgust. Just as your phone tings. You take it out of your pocket. A new message from Dean. Just one asking how you and the girls are. But it gives you an idea.
'Meet me at this address. Come alone. I'll explain when you get here'.
You smile at the couples as they judge you. Saying to Lydia to go and grab some cake. Just as your phone dinged again
'Be there in 20'
"Sorry I need to go and talk to Sarah for a second" you say to the couples as they nod. Watching as you walk away. You hear scoffing behind you. "Hey Sarah" you smile as you find her in the kitchen "Im so sorry. I didnt think he'd be able to come but he just texted me saying that hes gotten off of work early and he can come to this party and I didnt think youd mind bu-"
"Woah slow down Rose. WHos he?"
"My boyfriend. Sorry I thought Id told you" you smile at her as she shakes her head
"Hes coming here?" you nod "Oh my god. I get to meet one of your partners. They normally only last a week so this is pretty big news. WHat did you say his name was again?"
"Dean" she nods. Grabbing a pen you snatch it from her hand "Do not write it down. ANd please act semi normal when you meet him. Please? Dont want to scare him off" she nods, hugging you tightly
"Im so happy for ypu" you chuckle slightly, patting her back before she moves away "you deserve this Rose. You deserve to be loved"
"Ok thats enough of that sappy shit. Come on" she smiles, letting out a small squeal before putting on a straight face. Nodding as she heads back to her party. You go and stand in the doorway to the garden. Watching one of your kids eating her way through the varius cakes. The other pkaying some sort of balloon game with her friends.
You jump as you hear a knock at the front door. Going and answering it. Dean looks at you. Panic in his eyes as he looks at you. "Are you ok? Where are the girls?" he takes your shoulders, checking you over to make sure you have no injuries.
"Im ok" you take his face between your two gabds. Making him look at you as his hands automaticly go to your waist. "Me and the girls are fine. Completely"
"Then why am I here?" you move away from him sligthly, rubbing one of your arms as you look down
"So there were these people and they were just... disgusted almost by the fact that I was a single mum. And you texted me so I got an idea and I thought that if you're free you wouldnt mind pretending to be my boyfriend to prove those bitchy parents wrong. I know I shouldve rang you to explain or sent a less criptic message but I was annoyed and I just didnt want to be judged by my friends posh friends. Or not judged that much anyway" he nods slightly, looking down as a soft chuckle leaves his lips
"I thought that you and the girls had been captured. Were being horrifically totruted. So Im glad that it turns out to be that you just wanted a date to the prom" you smile, bringing your hands up near you face.
"Youre going to stay?"
"Do I get to eat the free food?" you nod "The I'll stay" you suqeal, hugging him tightly.
"Thank you so much" you kiss his cheek.
You update him on his back story as you link arms with him. Heading to the garden. Anna runs over to you. Grinning as she hugs you. Lydia closely following behind. Gripping her older sisters sleeve.
"I dont mean to brag but me and Lydia did pretty good in the treausre hunt" she holds up a goodie bag filled with sweets and chocolate
"Oh wow you did do well"
"Lydia got shy about doing the hunt on her own so I told her we can share when we get back"
"Thats very kind of you" you smile as she nods, looking around at the other kids still finding stuff
"It meant I had a good excuse to pick up twice the amount of candy" she turns and grins at you again. Looking at Dean she smiles at him "I didnt realise you were coming to this party" he nods
"You're mum asked me to come for emotional support" she nods slightly. Lydia pulls Annas sleave. She looks at her younger sister. Following her poitned finger. Nodding
"We're gping over to the bouncy castle, ok?" you nod, smiling as you watch them go over
"I swear they get bigger everytime I see them" you smile, folding your arms slightly as you watch them "you've done very well at raising them. They've both turned out to be quite lovely young ladies"
"Well I dont know about that. I walked in on Lydia eating an entire jar of peanut butter not to long ago" he laughs as you smile, facing him as you watch the sides of his eyes crinkle from laughing.
"That wasnt a comment I was expecting. Not going to lie" you chuckle slightly "Seriously though. Ive seen people whove been through less shit then you and those girls have had to deal with. ANd they turn out to be real dickbags. The fact that you three are genuinly kind human beings. Id take that as a win" you nod, smiling at his words
"Thanks Dean" he smiles
"No problem Kat" he looks around. Seeing the buffet table "Iim hungry. Lets go get some grub right?" he points over to it, walking over to it you follow him in his stride. Grabbing a plate his fingers do an almost dance before he starts piling the food onto it. You grab one of the small sandwches and strt eating it. Turning as you watch your kids.
You feel a hand on your shoulder. Making you jump. You clutch at your heart as you see Sarah standing next to you. Chuckling as you lean over slightly "jesus christ dont do that".
"Sorry love. I was just wondering where your new fella was" You nod, turning to look at the green eyed man next to you. Who curretnly has what appears to be some sort of savoury food in his mouth. You look at the ground and let out a small chuckle
"Honey" you gently touch his arm. He turns to face you. Covering his mouth slightly as he looks at you, then Sarah "this is my boyfriend, Dean. Dean, this is my friend Sarah" he smiles at her. Swallowing his food before speaking
"Nice to meet you" he motions at the food on the table "this is delicious by the way" she smiles
"Thank you. I made most of it myself" he nods, eating some more of the food. She asks the typical questions. How did you first meet? How long you've been together? What proffesion does he have? Thankfully you both stuck to relatively the truth. Met 10 years ago as you had some informatoin about a case he was working on. Been friends since then. About two months agp you got up the courage and asked him out on a date. It went well and youve been together since.
As youve fnished answering all the questions Lydia runs over to you. Tears in her eyes. You kneel down. "Sweetie whats wrong?" she holds up her pinkie finger. Sniffing slightly as you see a small cut on the end. "Oh baby" you take her hand between yours. Kissing her fingers. "Is that better?" she nods slightly, hugging you. You wrap your arms around her before letting her go. STanding up as Sarah smiles at her
"Do you want me to go get you a plaster?" she nods, giggling slightly as she hides in your leg. SHe smiles "shall we go get you one?" she holds her hand out. SHe shyly takes her hand. Her smile goes to you and Dean "It was lovely meeting you" he nods and meets her smile with his own
"It was nice meeting you too" she smiles, walking out to the kitchen. He turns to you slightly, whispering at you as he continues to have a smile on his face. "That was the most terrifying interigation I've ever had" you laugh, covering your kuth as Lydia runs back out. SHe holds her hand up to you. You smile. Taking her hand as you admire the plaster.
"Its got a unicorn on it" she says to you as you nod, smiling
"Id say its a plaster truly worthy for a princess" she giggles. Running off to contunue playing. You and Dean chat whilst the partyt continues. The occasional parents comes over and chats to you both. Then its time for you to leave. Its a Sunday so the guests leave early. Wnating to get ready for work and school the next day. You go outside. Dean following shortly behind you as you help your kids into the car. Doing up Lydias seat belt. Double checking Anna has hers put on as she suts in the front. You shut the front door, turning to Dean.
"You are welcome to come back to mine if you'd like. I imagine you want to get back to your brother though" he smiles at you, putting his gaze onto the two kids in the car before looking at you again
"I should go back to Sam. I kind of left ubruplty. I dont want him to worry about me" you nod, hugging him as you wrap your arms around his neck. You feel his arms go around your waist, his head going into your shoulder. You stay like this for a few moments before he kisses the top of your head before moving away from the hug. He looks through the open window of the car "it was lovely seeing you girls again" Lydia waves enthusiasticly to him as Anna turns to face him
"It was nice seeing you Dean" he nods and smiles, putting his fist out for a fist bump. Anna chuckles. Meeting his fist bump. Causing him to smile as he waves at Lydia.
"Bye" he whisper speaks to you before heading to his car. You get in the drivers seat. Waving as Dean drives past you. Anna watching the both of you as you smile at each other.
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Shifted - The Night Before Christmas (Chapter 4/?)
A/N: My goal was to finish this story completely by New Year’s Day. *checks watch* Hmph. *sigh* Again, this is a Secret Santa fic for @jensengirl83, who I can only hope will forgive me for how long this is taking me to throw together. Also, not beta-read because we die like men and all that. (Want to read what I post a day before I post it everywhere else? Check out my ko-fi page!)
Story summary: The Winchesters are meeting your family for the first time when you all visit for Christmas. Things don’t go quite to plan.
Chapter summary: Everyone goes to their separate bedrooms, leaving you to fight for space in a bed with Sam.
Pairing: Dean x reader
Word count (chapter/story): 1987/6035
Warnings: Here there be smut!
Previous chapter - Series masterlist
When your perfectly reasonable explanation for what had happened between Dean and Tracey went over like a lead balloon, you decided to just cut your losses and break up the party so everyone could relax in neutral corners. Claiming to be extra tired after the day’s drive, you herded the boys upstairs and into your separate bedrooms, taking advantage of your family lagging behind to slip a quick kiss to Dean before turning into the guest room with Sam. You closed the door behind you and leaned back against it, staring at nothing while you tried to puzzle out your predicament.
“Which side of the bed do you want?” Sam asked, drawing you out of your thoughts.
“Doesn’t matter to me,” you replied. “As long as you stay on your side of it and don’t kick me in the night,” you teased with a smile.
Sam chuckled. “I’ll try.”
Just then, you heard your parents and Tracey coming up the stairs through the door, so you quietly shushed Sam and pressed your ear against the wood to see if you could hear anything. It was all whispers, but you managed to catch a snippet of conversation.
“…I just need to do some research to be sure,” your sister insisted.
“Then do your research. I want to know who’s sleeping under my roof!” came from your dad.
“I’m sure they can’t be that bad. We didn’t raise a fool.” Thanks, Mom.
“Everyone’s a fool, sometimes….” Really, Dad?
The whispers faded away and you slumped with your forehead pressed against the door, despairing. Tracey also wasn’t a fool and depending on what she ‘researched’ about the boys, she could find any number of things. Things were just going to get worse. After banging your head against the door a couple of times, you turned into the room and started getting ready for bed, your mind whirling. You got changed into your pajamas, you and Sam both changing with your backs to each other like you always did when you shared a room during hunts, and crawled into the bed with a sigh.
“Hear anything good?” Sam asked after he’d crawled under the covers next to you.
“Nope. In fact, it sounds bad. Tracey’s going to do ‘research’ to be sure about something, and my dad thinks I’m a fool.” You lay on your back, staring up at the ceiling, and sighed. “I just don’t know how to fix this.” You threw your arms up in the air and let them fall back to your sides with a whump. “Maybe I need to just talk to Tracey alone and find out what she’s thinking. Just come right out, take the bull by the horns, and ask her what’s got her so suspicious.”
Sam grabbed your hand and squeezed it. “You know your family best. This plan was half-cocked to begin with, but now we’ve got overnight to think about it and find a way to fix it. Let’s sleep on it. Maybe Santa will bring an answer?” Sam teased.
“I wouldn’t trust a mythological being that eats nothing but cookies and milk and plays with elves to fix my life, Sam. And don’t get me started on the multiple felonies he commits on a regular basis. Stalking? Breaking and entering? Honestly, he’s worse than us,” you deadpanned, giving your friend a smirk.
Sam chuckled and let go of your hand. “Alright then, I’m going to sleep,” he said as he turned away from you and got comfortable. Pretty soon, you heard his breathing even out, so you turned off the light and stared into the darkness, thoughts continuing to circle in your mind.
An hour later, you were still lying in bed, staring up at the ceiling, only now you were missing Dean. As feared, Sam had begun to starfish, and now he’d kicked you in the shin and nearly elbowed you in the side at one point.
Sam let out an ear-splitting snore that seemed to startle himself almost awake. With a groan, he turned over towards you, kicked you for the second time, and threw his arm across your waist. If it had been Dean, you’d have just snuggled into him, and it would have been fine. But it wasn’t.
“Oof,” you groaned at the heavy weight of his arm practically sucker punching you in the gut. “Alright, that’s it,” you declared quietly, not really wanting to wake the giant. “I’m getting the fuck out of here before you do some serious damage.”
With much effort, you wriggled out from under Sam’s arm, then almost fell out of the bed in the process. Once you were out, you straightened yourself out and gave one last glare at the man you thought of like a brother. He’d already shifted in the bed, again, and was literally taking over the entire queen bed, your pillow now scrunched underneath his head.
As quietly as you could, you opened the door and crossed the hall to your old bedroom door. The door was unlocked, and you snuck inside, softly closing and locking the door behind you. You checked the bathroom door, made sure that it, too, was locked, and then tip-toed to the bed.
Dean was lying on just one side of the bed, one arm reaching across the bed. As you made your way to the other side of the bed, he mumbled quietly into his pillow, “Sam took over the bed, didn’t he?” The arm stretched across the bed grabbed the cover and lifted it up for you without any other part of him moving.
With a quiet chuckle you replied, “Yeah. Kicked me twice, too.” Crawling into the bed, you slid under the cover and snuggled close to your boyfriend, tucking your face into his neck.
Dean tucked the cover around you and pulled you close, moving just enough to kiss the top of your head. “I’ll protect you from the big, bad Sammy. Promise.”
Immediately feeling like you were where you were supposed to be, you sighed happily and drifted off to sleep.
Sunlight was peeking in through the curtains, shining in your eyes when you woke to feel Dean’s arms around you, his hands wandering your body while he rutted gently against your ass. You knew you had to be quiet. This was your parents’ house, for Pete’s sake, and you weren’t supposed to be in this particular bed with this particular Winchester, er, Campbell. If anyone heard, the jig would be up and the whole plan would crash and burn.
But Dean’s hands…!
A quiet moan escaped you, in spite of you biting your lip to try and stop it, and Dean answered with a quiet moan of his own.
“Been waiting for you to wake up, pretty girl. But you have to be quiet,” he whispered in your ear, his warm breath tickling you and sending goosebumps down your body.
“I’m not sure I can,” you whimpered. “You know how I get.”
Dean chuckled. “Yeah, I do.” He shifted a little while he murmured, “Let me help you out, then.” One hand moved up to cover your mouth while the other finally made its way into your pajama pants and between your legs. As his fingers explored you, finding you already wet and ready, you were glad for the hand over your mouth. You shifted to open yourself up to him more, pressing against him behind you until he bit into your clothed shoulder to muffle his own groan.
You knew this was a bad idea, but that just made it so much hotter. Molten lava seemed to rush through your body as he worked you expertly with his fingers. Dean always knew exactly how to touch you to get you off faster and better than any other man ever had. He also knew how to stretch it out if he wanted to, making you beg until he was ready to give you what you wanted. This morning, he seemed more intent on making you come fast and hard until you saw stars.
“Been thinking about this room,” Dean whispered in your ear between desperate breaths as you moved together. “Wondering what teenage you did in this bed, who you thought about, if they ever lived up to your fantasies. Wondered if anyone else ever got to be in this bed with you like this. Or am I the first? What did you dream that your high school boyfriends would do to you if they were ever in this bed with you? Did you touch yourself while you imagined them touching you? Is this anything like what little teenage you imagined?”
You couldn’t exactly respond with Dean’s hand over your mouth, but you were sure he could feel the rush of arousal that felt like it flooded out of you. You were close, and he was relentless, his fingers deep inside of you and his thumb on your clit, working together to build you up higher and higher.
“Fuck, baby, you’re gonna blow soon, aren’t you? I can feel you almost there. I’m nearly there, too. Haven’t come like this since I was in high school. You’re so much better than anything I ever dreamed of, though. So fucking hot,” he groaned, his hands working steadily as his hips rocked into yours faster and faster.
Your high hit hard and fast, leaving you almost biting Dean’s hand to keep quiet as the pleasure rocked through you. Dean locked up behind you as you started to come down, his fingers temporarily stalling while he met his end. When he started to come back around, you felt him gently withdraw from you, leaving you feeling empty, but sated. He dropped his hand from your mouth, and you hauled in a couple of breaths before your breathing slowed back down to normal. Dean’s lips brushed your neck and shoulder while he withdrew his hand from your pants, and then you heard him lewdly lick his fingers clean.
“Damn, baby, that was something else,” he murmured. “Totally worth nearly getting my hand bitten.” Dean chuckled quietly while you turned in his arms so you could give him a teasing glare and roll your eyes at him.
You both smiled goofy smiles at each other before Dean kissed you softly. You kissed quietly for a few minutes, just enjoying being close, in spite of everything that was going on around you.
“I should probably get out of here before people start waking up and wondering where I am,” you said between sweet kisses that would have possibly led to round two if you were at home in the bunker and not seeing a boy band poster on the wall.
Dean hummed his agreement, and the two of you worked to separate yourselves. As you worked to straighten out your panties and pajama pants, Dean pulled his sticky boxers away from his skin with a noise of disgust.
“I forgot how gross this is,” he muttered while you stifled a giggle.
“Let me get to the bathroom and get out first, and then you can take a shower and get cleaned up.”
“Sounds good,” Dean said before dropping a kiss onto your nose and releasing you from his hold so you could get out bed.
Feeling happier than you had since you got in the car the day before, you left the bed and stopped at the bathroom door, listening intently for signs that your sister was awake and using the facilities. Without a sound, you opened the door and stepped through, silently closing the door behind you.
As you turned around to lock the other doors so you could pee, Tracey’s door opened and she saw you, clearly coming in from the ‘wrong’ door. “Y/N?” she whispered loudly, her eyes wide and jaw tense. “What were you doing in there with Dean while your boyfriend is across the hall asleep?!?”
Chapter 5
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Friends With Benefits 🖤
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader (Y/N)
Summary: Reader (Y/N) goes through a breakup and is feeling vulnerable so her FWB, Dean Winchester cheers her up in the best way.
Inspired song: Get Mine, Get Yours by Christina Aguilera
Bold Text: Song lyrics
Warnings: SMUT, p in v (wrap it up kids), oral (male receiving), mature and sexual language.
Reader (Y/N’s) P.O.V
“No Gabe, I can’t do this anymore..” you said on the phone.
You were having yet another fight with this guy you were currently seeing. It really wasn’t an exclusive relationship but you still had feelings for him. But over the past week, there’s been nothing but fighting, the situation was toxic and it was a waste of energy.
“No, I don’t want to work this out anymore, we’ve tried and nothing has changed. I’m sorry but it’s over, goodbye.”
You hung up the phone and placed it on the coffee table in front of you.
“What a jerk….” You muttered to yourself.
You placed your face in your hands and began to take deep breaths, trying to calm yourself down.
You picked your phone back up again and deleted his number from your contact list. After that, you went through your contacts again hoping to call your friends to help cheer you up.
Then you came across a contact name that you recognized:
Dean Winchester….. your friend with benefits. That green eyed, hot as fuck, bad boy hunter. How could I forget him? He’s so perfect…. You thought to yourself.
The line began to ring and he picked up right away.
“Hello?” His deep masculine voice said.
“Dean, it’s (Y/N). I know this is so random but are you busy right now?”
“No, Sam and I just finished up a case…actually near where you live. Why what’s up?”
“Well, um, remember when we became friends with benefits and you said we can call each other whenever we needed to hook up?”
“Yeah?”
“Well I’m feeling very lonely and vulnerable right now….and I need you Dean. Desperately.”
“Say no more, sweetheart I’m on my way.”
An Hour Later….
Before Dean arrived, you decided to freshen up. You touched up your hair and make up just a tad, and put on some sexy lingerie, with a silk robe to cover it up.
Knock Knock.
You raced to get the door, and there he was standing before you. Just as handsome as ever.
He was wearing a dark green jacket (which complimented his eyes perfectly) with a black T-shirt underneath. And his regular jeans with boots.
“Well hello there handsome.” You said in a seductive voice
“What’s cookin 'good lookin?” He said as he winked at me.
You began to bite your lips as you pulled him in aggressively by the collar of his shirt and smashed your lips on his. He immediately responded by melting into the kiss. His hands went around your waistline and began to grab your ass.
Can you put your hands on my waistline?
Want your skin up against mine
Move my hips to the baseline
Let me get mine, you get yours
Smack. A red mark was left on your ass.
“Oh Dean, you are a very naughty boy.” You moaned softly to him.
He looked at you grinning like a seductive devil, only wanting you more.
He untied the silk robe from your body and let it pool by your feet. His eyes grew wide as he looked at your lingerie set, running them up and down your body.
It was a black lacy corset bra, with a thong to match, and some black stockings that went up to your thighs, and straps that linked up to them.
You took his hand and led him to your room.
You laid down on the bed and Dean crawled on top of you.
He began kissing your neck, leaving love marks along it, he took a hand and started playing with your boobs. He pulled down your corset bra, exposing your breasts. Your nipples were hard already and Dean could tell.
He sucked and flicked lightly on each nipple, causing you to moan in pleasure.
“Mmmmm, Dean…..”
“Your tits are so perfect baby.” He groped each one, massaging them softly.
You reached down at the hem of his shirt pulling it up off of him. You admired his strong chest and abs, you also noticed the pentagram tattoo and planted a kiss on it.
You reached for the belt on his pants, undoing it and pushing them down revealing his boxers.
He pushed them down and his thick cock sprang free, it was so big. Just like you remembered.
“Lay back Dean, I need to taste you.”
He did as he was told and you took a hold of his cock. Gliding your tongue along the slit licking the pre-cum that came out of him.
“Oh fuck, that feels so good.”
“Well it’s about to get even better.” You teased, and you took all of him in your mouth and began sucking him like a lollipop.
He groaned and moaned in pleasure, his cock twitching in your mouth. He grabbed a fist full of your hair, and yanked it as your head bobbed up and down.
“You’re so good for me, taking me all in your mouth like that baby.” He said in a husky voice. “Use that pretty little mouth.” Groaning his head back in pleasure.
You kept going sucking and groping faster and faster until he cummed in your mouth.
“Oh fuck, baby….” He breathed heavily. You swallowed every last drop of him, and he wiped some of it off your chin with his thumb, planting a kiss on your forehead.
“That’s my good girl, now lay down for me, and take those panties off….I need to be inside of you.”
Put my back into a slow grind
Sending chills up and down my spine
Let me get mine, you get yours
You did as you were told and spread your legs open, and he admired your glistening pussy.
He teased you a bit, going in and out at first rubbing the tip on your clit, “Dean, please don’t tease me.”
He then pushed hard inside of your walls, hitting your g-spot with ease.
“I almost forgot how tight you are baby. Your pussy is so perfect.”
“You feel so fucking good Dean, keep going don't you dare stop.”
He continued to grind against you, moans filled the room and you didn't care how loud you were. You dug your nails into his back, leaving marks, you clung onto him like he was your lifeline. His strong hands gripped your waist tight as he thrusted in and out of you. Your legs were getting weak, you could feel the moment come to you.
“I’m so close, ohh my god!”
“Me too, where do you want me to cum baby?”
“Inside me please, Dean. Fill up this tight little pussy."
"Yes, ma'am." He said while growling.
And he did, as he pulled out he looked down at the glistening liquid that was coming out of your pussy. He bent down and sucked up all of your juices, as you moaned back in pleasure.
He laid down next to you, as he took you in his arms.
"Wow, Dean that was so amazing, I need to call you more often." You said winking at him.
"I'll be honored to help you out sweetheart." He said as he smirked seductively.
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