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Want You Back | Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader
Inspired by Want You Back by Maisie Peters
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader
Summary: Over a year ago, Y/n started hunting with the boys. Her and Dean's friendship became more than anything she ever had before. Then he hurt her like never before. The worst part was she didn't really care.
Takes place somewhere in season 6 after Sam got his soul back. Flashbacks are during season five.
Word Count: 4k
Warnings: Cursing (minimal), canon-level violence, few innuendos, and mentions of things. Reader is kinda sad and desperate. Angst. no happy ending :(
A/N: Hi!! After a year of trying to write a complete fic to post, I finally did it. Please excuse any grammar or spelling errors, I relied on Grammarly lol Also I had no idea how to write the action scenes but tried my best. I really don't know if this is worth much but I had so much fun writing sooo I hope you enjoy it!! (gif not mine)
March 2010
Y/n’s phone buzzed, drawing her attention from the hunter drunkenly blabbering in her ear. They’d just wrapped up a quick hunt, a werewolf somewhere in northern Montana. She didn’t even really know the guy but Bobby had given him her number to ask for help. She agreed, not really having anything more to do. He was fine for a hunter, other than he never shut up and was getting too handsy for her liking, and him being on his fifth drink wasn’t helping.
She opened the message, not recognizing the number. Bobby had to stop handing it out to whoever.
“Hey, Sweetheart. Whatcha up to?”
The phone fell into her lap. There was only one person she ever let get away with calling her that, or anything really, and he didn’t come around often.
“Depends, who is this?”
The response was almost immediate.
“Don’t do me like that, Y/n”
She could almost see his stupid grin on the screen and had to look away to control the heat rising in her face. Within five seconds and two texts, Dean Winchester had turned her into a giggling schoolgirl with a crush.
“I’m at a bar, what do you want?”
“Ah, a girl after my own heart. Which one? I wanna see you.”
In any other universe, she would have assumed he had ulterior motives. She had the first few times she’d received that text but ended up spending the night hiding her disappointment. He only wanted to see her. He’d meet with her wherever she was. A bar, a motel, a diner.
They’d spend hours talking about everything. She’d tell him stories of her recent hunts and the hunters she was stuck helping. He’d tell her of whatever they’d been facing. On rare occasions, when it was super late and they were sprawled on her bed, in a half-drunken stupor, he’d tell her about Sam or their dad. He’d mention their childhood and what he was put through. One night, he even mentioned a girl named Cassie, he skirted around details but Y/n understood.
They’d fall asleep like that, on top of the covers of a dirty motel bed. The next morning, he’d take her to breakfast, hug her goodbye, and then he was gone.
Her phone buzzed in her hand again.
“I miss you.”
Her blood ran cold as she stared at the screen. He’d definitely never said that before. They just never went there and maybe this wasn’t him going there but it was different. Without another thought, she sent him the address.
Present, April 2011
“What Dean did wasn’t ok, you know that right?” Sam said through the phone. “He never should’ve left like that. We just really could use your and Bobby’s help on this case.”
Y/n sighed in response. What could she even say? That she knew, that she understood. That it still didn’t matter because even through all of the anger and hurt, she’d take him back tomorrow.
Not that he’d ever actually been hers. It was only half a spring, barely two months.
It didn’t matter either way. There was a job to be done and she had to do it. She could put her feelings aside for a few days.
“He always left like that, not like I’m surprised.”
“Look, I’ve gotta go but please, Y/n, call us if you need anything. We’ll be there soon.“
“Bye, Sam.”
The call ended, leaving Y/n leaning against the railing of Bobby’s porch. The early spring wind whipped around her and she hugged her flannel closer, looking out onto the empty road.
It had been over a year since she’d seen either of them. She knew of everything that happened to them. Sam going to hell and coming back without a soul. Dean, living a normal life for over a year with a woman and her kid.
Y/n didn’t know her, only hearing about the situation from Sam and Bobby in passing. She knew her name was Lisa and that Dean cared for her. Maybe more. She knew that Dean had promised Sam to live a normal life after he jumped into the cage. And she was happy that he got a year of peace. She was.
She could picture him helping in the kitchen, wearing an apron with flour smeared across his face. He’d probably set up family movie nights and weekend outings and birthday dinners. He’d been happy and okay. Against all odds, he had gotten out.
That didn’t stop the wave of hurt that washed over at the thought of him, all domestic and soft.
The click of the door opening pulled her out of her thoughts. Bobby stood there, a knowing look on his face.
“C’mon kid, let’s see if we can figure out something before those boys get here.”
A few hours later, Y/n stared at the book in her lap. She’d been rereading the same paragraph for thirty minutes. Every time she’d get drawn into the book, the house would creak or the wind would blow and she’d be snapped out of it.
She kept waiting for the door to open, for footsteps to trail down the foyer and into the living room. She couldn’t even begin to prepare for what the next few days were going to be like. Her only plan was to act as normal as possible, which was already proving to be difficult.
A pit formed in her stomach, there was a lump in her throat and her head was clouded. The whole room was hazy and it felt like she was watching herself exist.
She didn’t even realize she was crying until something wet hit her hands and slid onto her jeans. She quickly wiped her eyes and tried to focus on the book again. The lines blurred together as more tears filled her eyes.
God, she was sitting here crying over some guy. She was a grown woman, she had to get over this. It was pathetic at this point.
“You know, what Dean did was wrong. Leaving like that, not telling you what happening.” Bobby said, walking into the room, a stack of books in his hands. “I love the kid but he’s a real dick sometimes.”
He meant well but she swore if one more person said that Dean had done bad, she was going to go crazy.
She knew that. More than anyone, she knew. She was the one who spent months hunting with him, helping him and Sam figure out how to save the damn world. They’d spent nights wrapped up in each other, more than ever before. Farther than before.
She was the one who woke up to an empty bed with no trace of him anywhere. He never responded to a call or a text. Never even let her know he was alive.
He’d left like an assassin.
Part of her couldn’t even blame him. It probably had been for the best because if he’d told her what the plan had been, she’d have begged.
In the end, he’d got to be a coward and she salvaged some amount of self-respect.
“I know, Bobby.” She said, giving him a small smile, “I know.”
The door creaked causing Y/n to jump, earning her a concerned look from Bobby.
She smiled at him again, trying to reassure him. She could tell he’d been worried about her lately. He was justified in it. She’d been on edge and closed off for the last year and a half.
She took a deep breath and steadied herself. She’d known these boys for the better part of her life, it wasn’t a big deal.
Sam rounded the corner first, entering with a slight grin. His eyes immediately found hers and without warning he pulled her off the couch and into his arms.
Y/n let out a surprised laugh as her feet dangled off the ground and the life was squeezed out of her.
“I missed you too, Sam.” She said, unable to hold back more laughter, “Put me down now.”
Her feet hit the floor and Sam stepped back. She looked him over, still smiling.
“I’m so glad you’re back.”
“Yeah, me too.”
A set of footsteps grew louder causing Y/n to look up, only for her to meet two green eyes.
The breath was knocked out of her and she was all too aware of the pit in her stomach again.
Ignoring the pairs of eyes on her, She spun on her heel to face Bobby.
“Let’s get started?”
March 2010
“I call shotgun!” Y/n yelled as they walked out of the diner and took off towards the Impala.
She was probably being unfair. She’d barely shared the passenger side in the few weeks she’d been with the boys. Sam was getting huffy about it, she could tell but she enjoyed the view more from the front. Sitting in the back she’d miss the way Dean’s hands looked gripping the steering wheel, the way his lips moved as he mouthed the lyrics to whatever was on the radio, or the way his eyes would flicker to hers for just a split second.
Dean had also finally let her DJ and she didn’t plan on giving that rare privilege away anytime soon.
“C'mon, dude. It's my turn.” Sam whined, “My legs are starting to cramp.”
Sam beat her to the car which wasn’t surprising since he was literally the size of one. She was close to giving in when an arm landed on her shoulder. Dean nudged Sam out of the way, ignoring his protests, and opened the door.
“Sorry, Sammy.” Dean’s eyes never left hers as she slid into the seat, “Need my Darlin’ by my side.”
Present, April 2011
Cracked wooden planks creaked under Y/n’s feet as she followed the boys and Bobby into the abandoned house. It was pitch black. She blinked her eyes, trying to adapt to the lack of lighting.
According to Sam, a nest of vamps had been holed up there for weeks. They’d started leaving a trail of bodies, teens who’d come through as a dare or curiosity. She didn’t know the exact numbers racked up in that time but it was enough for Sam and Dean to ask for help.
Dean motioned for them to split up, two taking the downstairs and two going up. She went to follow behind Sam who had taken off into the next room but Bobby beat her to it. She would’ve fought back but it wasn’t exactly like she could cause a scene right then.
She followed Dean up the stairs, cringing every time the stairs groaned underneath their feet.
Dean slowed as he hit the final step before a long, dark hallway. Y/n was a step behind him. His body nearly covered her. She shifted to the side to peer around him.
Both raised their machetes, trying to keep their breathing quiet as they waited for any sign of movement.
A crash came from down the hall. Dean started towards the sound, Y/n following close behind. The complete darkness put them on edge. Being minus one sense in a house of at least ten fanged bastards, not fun.
The floorboard creaked behind her causing her to flip around, just in time to dodge the first vampire of the night.
She swung her machete, hitting its arm. Distracted, she brought down the weapon. Its head hit the floor.
Dean yelled out from behind her. She flung herself around to hear him fighting off, what she guessed was three on his own. Her presence seemed to catch the attention of one of them because it charged at her.
She dodged, the vamp lunged again grabbing her by the arm. She twisted out of its grasp. Using the angle to her advantage, she swiped her leg around, knocking it off balance. Its head rolled away as its body hit the ground.
She wiped the sweat from her forehead and turned to try to find Dean. She still couldn’t see him but she could hear him panting a few feet away.
She was yanked forward. Hands gripped her forearms tight enough to leave bruises and slammed into the wall. Her head buzzed on impact and she forced herself to stay upright. Its fangs grazed her neck and then its head dropped to the floor.
Dean stood in front of her, so close she could feel him breathing, rather than hearing it. Without thinking, she reached out to him and landed on his arm. She went to pull away but his other hand grasped her wrist, holding her in place.
“Thanks.” She breathed, “You good?”
“Yeah, You?”
She wished she could see him, make sure he was being truthful. He didn’t exactly have the best track record with honesty. But in the dark, she had no choice but to trust him.
“I’m fine.” There were definitely bruises forming in her arms and her head was still spinning but she’d had worse.
Dean’s hand dropped her wrist. She ignored the deflated feeling in her chest and dropped her arm back to her side.
Without warning, he ran his hands over her arms and up her shoulders. She tried to pull away but he didn’t stop.
“What are you doing?” She whisper-yelled.
“I literally heard you hit the wall, Y/n,” He said, running his hands over her head, checking for any bumps.
“I am fine.” She tried to swat him away but he grabbed her wrists mid-air and pulled them to his chest.
The air was humid around them. She heard him panting. Leather and sweat invaded her senses. Any focus she had before vanished.
He was here, touching her, after so long.
Silence enveloped them. The only noise was their panting.
This was wrong. Sam and Bobby were probably fighting for their life downstairs and here they were, doing whatever this was.
She was about to pull away when a loud yell came from downstairs.
The moment was broken. They took off down the hallway and stairs. Staying close to not get lost in the dark.
They hit the last few steps as a vampire, charged at them.
Dean swung his machete and it fell to the floor.
They moved further into the first floor of the home, finding Sam and Bobby fighting off at least four vamps each.
They split up, him going to Bobby and her going to Sam.
None of the vampires were aware of her yet. She grabbed the syringe of deadman’s blood out of her pocket and plunged the needle into the closet to her.
Now they knew she was there.
Two turned towards her giving Sam time to take down his remaining one.
Both charged at her, hissing. She ran in between them.She flipped around, slicing the blade in an arc. The one on her left doubled over at the impact.
She swung.
The right one lunged at her. She pivoted and cut the blade up.
Its head hit the floor.
She looked around the room, a slight beam of moonlight flooded the house now. She made out Sam helping Bobby up from the floor, right as Dean took down the last vampire.
The room was silent other than everyone trying to catch their breath.
Dean’s eyes found hers. She forced herself to look away. Sam interrupted the non-moment.
“Time for drinks?”
Y/n and the boys decided to go out. They were leaving soon but everyone needed time to wash off and get ready.
She dragged the black liner across her eyelid, double-checking to see if it smeared the shimmery brown eyeshadow she’d already put on. The cracks in the old mirror made it kind of hard to perfect the make-up but it would have to do. She already changed from her bloodied hunting clothes into a clean pair of jeans with a simple tank top. She didn’t own much and traveled with less.
“Broke mirrors are bad luck, ya know?”
Dean leaned against the doorframe, flannel pulled taut around his crossed arms.
She ignored the pit that had reappeared in her stomach and continued applying her lipstick. She flipped through ideas for a response. She could yell at him to get out or cry about how much he hurt her. Instead, she opted to act like nothing was wrong.
“I’m pretty sure you’re the one who broke it.” She said, shoveling her makeup back into the bag, still never meeting his eye. She stood and gathered the rest of her stuff into a neat pile on her bed. Her back was completely towards him.
She heard him walk into the room and the door clicked shut.
“Y/n, look at me.”
She turned around and looked up at him. Her eyebrows raised like he was boring her. In reality, she was struggling to breathe. Her hands shook and a lump was stuck in her throat.
Her eyes glanced over his face. His jaw was set but eyes were soft. She knew where this was going.
Dean took a deep breath before starting.
“Look, what I did-”
“Do not finish that sentence, Dean Winchester.” She spat.
“I just-”
“No. You don’t get to say anything. You don’t get to say that what you did was wrong or how sorry you are. You don’t think I don’t know that what you did was wrong? Everyone keeps telling me that. Bobby, Sam and now you. They kept telling me how horrible of you that was like it wasn’t me. Like I wasn’t the one who spent months with you, like I didn't help you figure out how to stop the fucking apocalypse. Like I didn’t stitch you up after every hunt or spend every car ride next to you. Like I wasn’t the one who would hold you after you woke up screaming or it wasn’t me who spent every single night in your fucking sheets.”
Every ounce of refrain she’d worked to keep was gone. Hot tears were streaming down her face as her eyes bored into his. He didn’t try to interrupt her but his jaw twitched and body tensed.
“Like it wasn’t me who woke up two months later to an empty bed. You were gone, Dean. You left without a word. No text, no note. Nothing. You fucking left me. And then I found out you were with some other girl for a year? So yeah, I know that what you did was bad.”
Somewhere in her speech, she’d moved close enough for their chest to touch. Her finger was stabbing into his chest. He didn’t move, was barely breathing but she wasn’t finished.
“Maybe it was cheap to you, or maybe it was some fling to pass the time but it was real to me. It was all I had. You were all I had.” Her voice broke at the last word and she dropped her hand. Her head fell as she cried. Over a year of built-up heartbreak exploding in one moment was too much.
His hand found hers and placed it back on his chest. She looked back up at him, his other hand reaching out to cup her cheek. She closed her eyes as his thumb wiped away the remaining tears.
“Do you want to know what the worst part is?” She whispered, eyes still shut. “I’d be yours again if you wanted. If you asked. How pathetic is that?”
“Y/n.”
She opened her eyes to look at him despite her embarrassment.
“You are anything but cheap or pathetic.” His voice was thick and his eyes were glassy. She’d seen him in so many different states but she’d never seen so much emotion written across his face.
“Ask me then. Ask me to come with you.”
His expression darkened and he dropped his hand from her face. He took a step back and looked away.
“It’s not that easy.” He said, shaking his head. “It's never that easy.”
She let out a bitter laugh.
She wasn’t even surprised. She should’ve been disappointed or furious but she was just over it. She was tired and desperate. And if she couldn’t have him, he needed to go.
She wiped a hand down her face and glanced back into the mirror assessing the damage her outburst caused. She started wiping off the messed-up liner before starting to reapply. Dean stood behind her, brows furrowed in confusion.
“Get out.” She said without hesitation, her voice as steady as possible.
He opened his mouth as if to speak but shut it. He walked towards the door but stopped with his hand on the doorknob.
“For what it's worth, I am sorry.”
The buzz of conversation filled the packed-out bar. Sam found them a small booth in the corner and was now talking about a new piece of lore he’d found about some Egyptian god. Most of the time, she loved hearing what he had to say but right now all she could focus on was Dean's hand trailing up and down the woman’s hip. He never even sat down with them, finding himself a spot at the bar, next to a pretty blonde. She’d watched for half an hour now as he grinned at the girl, whispered in her ear, and bought her a drink.
She wanted to puke or cry or both. She decided to get drunk instead.
She went to take a sip of her beer only to realize it was empty. Motioning to Sam she was going to get another, she slid out of the booth and made her way to the opposite side of the bar from Dean.
She planned to order a shot of some vodka and another beer but she couldn’t catch the attention of either bartender.
A body bumped up against hers causing her to stumble. A hand wrapped around her waist to catch her. She almost jerked away but she looked up to find a familiarly unfamiliar pair of dark green eyes and dark blonde hair.
The man was by far the prettiest she’d seen all night.
“I am so sorry, It's packed in here. Isn’t it? Nowhere to stand.” He had a slight southern drawl and a boyish charm about him.
“It is. Can’t seem to even order a drink.” She smiled at him.
“You see, now that had to be fate or something because I was just wantin’ to buy you one.” He grinned and waited, almost seeing if she’d allow it. His hand was still on her but she found she didn’t really mind.
The room was fuzzy and she could only make out the man in front of her. Even then, he was a little hazy and she had no idea what he was saying, only that his mouth looked pretty as he said it.
Y/n didn���t know how long it’d been since the handsome stranger volunteered to feed into her night of drunkenness or even how many she’d had so far. She vaguely remembered him buying her the first shot and then the second and maybe a third. They made small talk, she gave some bullshit story about what she did for work and where she was from. Somewhere in between she had a fourth, fifth, and sixth one.
And somewhere between the seventh and now, she’d lost track of Dean. She didn’t even know if he was still there. She did know that the new guy made her feel ok, at least for now. His hands never left her and the drinks never seemed to end.
She could barely remember the events of the day. Maybe by tomorrow, she wouldn’t remember any of it, or at least a girl could hope.
But right now, she didn’t feel like crying or throwing up as long as she didn’t think of it.
She decided in her drunken haze that maybe this was what she needed. So when the stranger asked her if she wanted to leave, she agreed. And when he leaned down to kiss her, she let him.
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Somebody's Problem | Dean Winchester x Blk Fem Reader
Summary: Dean couldn't help but think how you were somebody's problem.
No warnings.
A/N: This is a songfic loosely based on Morgan Wallen's song Somebody's Problem lyrics are written into the ff. Short read.
Parties were the best place to get laid. Especially college parties. Dean wasn't a college student, but where there was booze and chicks, he was there. He's got a red solo cup in his hand filled to the brim with warm beer. He's smiling at girls who send him flirtatious winks, but none of them are good enough to pull him their way. He keeps moving through the party. Bodies everywhere, weed lingers in the air and Eric Church played from somewhere. Dean sipped his beer moving through the party until he was out front with a couple who were almost out of their clothes on the front lawn. At least someone would be getting some ass.
A gray-matted BMW pulled up to the party. Windows rolled down, music blasting. Dean sees the 30-A sticker on the back windshield. Two-tone tank top slipping off your shoulder kinda girl when you step out. Dean lowers his red solo cup. For a second, the world stands still.
Ooh, I know where this is going. I already know it. Dean thought.
He watches as you walk past. Throws a look his way. A little smile from gloss cherry-tinted lips. Dean knew the type of girl you were. Likes shopping with Daddy's black American Express, and long vacations in exotic places.
It's like in those few split seconds Dean saw everything as you slowly moved by. He wanted to know your name. Know your favorite color and your favorite song. Shit. This wasn't like him to want to go that deep (that was deep for him). You were just a girl. But Dean's mind saw you as something more than that.
How you were somebody's problem. Somebody's goodbye.
You being the last number that they can't find.
You were somebody's best day. Somebody's worst night.
You were the reason somebody left the porch light on.
Then here was Dean, thinking of your beautiful complexion. You're a shade darker from being out on the beaches of Cancun.
Damn. He's thinking now how he loved to drown in them heartbreaker brown eyes of yours.
Oh, she's about to be my problem.
So Dean gets close to you. You're dancing in a way that Dean imagined was the way a Goddess could dance. And Dean he sips his drink watching you. You pulled him by his shirt, body pressed against his. He liked this. You smell of Jasmine blossom and lilacs, and Dean is crazy about the smell. He wanted to lean into you, to smell more of you, to kiss you, to wrap his arms around your waist and keep you forever.
You're the kinda girl once somebody had you, they couldn't stand to lose you. Kinda girl where your friends tell you “Don't F it up.”
You're the kinda girl that guys try to get your number to sliding through the summer to talking about love.
Dean wanted to be that summer love you'll think about in mid-hot September to harsh winters In December. He wants to be the thoughts that keep you warm in the middle of those cold nights. Dean doesn't think twice when he leans forward a bit and kisses your lips. He tastes of beer. You hold his face between your hands. For Dean, he thought he'd be a face you'd forget somewhere between the tequila shots by the end of the night if the two of you didn't end up upstairs in a bedroom naked between a stranger's bedsheets.
Wherever it led, Dean didn't care.
Dean loses himself in you. Oh, he wanted to try all the problems you were for somebody else.
He thinks he's crazy for wanting that, but maybe he was.
A/N: If you want to request Dean x blk reader my request are always open. :) Thanks for reading!
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Wanna *Beep* You Tonight
Dean and the Reader are caught in traffic after a case. The Reader convinces Dean to agree to the best way to pass the time.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Warnings/Promises: SMUT, voyeurism, this poor car, cream-pie, situational humor
Word Count: 1630
Note: Yes, I used two Little Mix songs back-to-back. They’ve got really inspirational stuff. Only one more song-fic for the Summer Playlist after this one. Let me know how you like the fic, the series, anything at all in the comments and with your reblogs. Happy reading!
“Beep Beep” by Little Mix
“Oh, come on!” Dean reached for the horn, but snatched his fist away. It wouldn’t have done any good.
Leave it to Sam to find a hunt in Vegas. Then ditch you and Dean so that the impala could get stuck in traffic after the big fight let out.
“Why are there so many people?” You asked for the fifth time. Taking your elbow off your eyes, you sat straight in your seat. “Who drives out of state after the fight? Vegas is an oasis of hotels for a reason.” With a huff, you motioned at another traffic bailer. “See! Go back into town. And stop gumming up the works for the rest of us.” You were quietly jealous of the dust cloud they left in the wake.
Music was no good. Dean’s cassettes were long out of your favor. And he didn’t appreciate your adaptor for you could play your music. In the quiet that took all the air in the car, you could hear the music and arguments from the cars around you. Dean was mostly content to lay back, cross his arms, get comfortable, and take a nap while traffic was frozen. You were too fidgety. You flicked the air up and down. Checked the radio stations for levels of static. Poked Dean’s keychain to make it jangle.
“Would you mind not fondling all my buttons?” Dean cracked an eye to glare at you.
“I thought you liked it when I fondled your buttons,” you mumbled. As he grinned, your face lit up with a smile. He didn’t move when you slid to sit immediately by his side. “Hey, Dean-“
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Lack of privacy.”
“It’s dark.” You rolled your eyes towards the windshield. “The stars are exhausted of this night. It’s dark as heck out there.” With a whine, you looped your arm under his. “No one would see us,” you whispered in his ear. Turning on the charm, you nuzzled your nose against the shell of his ear. “We may be gridlocked, but the thought of you is driving me wild.”
Dean barked a laugh. “It is too late at night for those kind of pick-up lines-“
“The thought of you sliding your hands all over me. Over my chest. Around my waist. C’mon. We’re stuck on the 202, I love making love to you. I’m going stir crazy in here. And if you won’t help me out, I’m going to take care of myself.”
His eyes snapped up just as you snapped open your jeans. Fascinated, he watched as you pulled them down just low enough to reach in between the denim and the cotton of your underwear. After another thought, you removed your jeans entirely. Your other hand reached for your chest. To your delight, Dean’s hand slid up the steering wheel and squeezed. You closed your eyes and rolled your hips. Starting cold like this wasn’t a good way to come to a finish, but the lust in Dean’s gaze was plenty of heat to start your fire.
“Tell me what to do, Dean,” you hummed. “If you won’t touch me yourself, tell me where to move.”
“Move-“ Dean licked his lips and cleared his throat of the squeak, “move your hand into your hair.”
“Like this?” Purposefully, you took your hand out of your pants and threaded your fingers into your hair. You imagined how Dean liked to tug when he had you in his lap or on your knees. Biting your lip, your hips rolled.
Dean shook his head, his breath coming out short. “No. The- the other one. Put the first one back.”
“Okay.” You switched which hand was in your hair, and which was playing with your breasts.
“No- for fuck’s sake.”
When you opened your eyes, Dean was leaning over you with a glare.
“Brat.”
“Always.”
He crowded into your space further, pushing you down to lay across the front seat. At your neck, your collarbone, the valley of your breasts, Dean sucked and kissed from one target to the next. You writhed beneath him. Your hands gripped his arms and tugged at the hem of his shirt. He pushed them away. Eventually, he trapped them above your head so he could ravage you without you getting in the way.
“Hey-“ you moaned when your mouth was free. “I thought- I thought you didn’t want to do this? To many people and all that.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No.”
“Alright then.” He grinned against your skin. Then he sat up, taking you with him to land on his lap. He guided you to grind against his growing bulge. When his head fell back, you took the opportunity to latch your lips around his pulse point. His hips jolted into you. Of the hands guiding the rolling pace of your hips, one slid up to continue the kneading of your breasts that you had started. Already you were panting. And Dean’s breath came out in puffs on your cheek.
He grunted as your hands fumbled with his belt. The zipper. A long groan rumbled against your skin as you brought his length into the open. With Dean literally in your hands, you weren’t taking any chances that he would draw this out. You immediately pulled your panties to one side and sank down his length. Dean gripped your shoulders. Though whether it was to slow you down or to force your body down further onto his cock, you couldn’t really tell. He bit at his knuckles to keep from crying out as you seated him inside you fully.
“Don’t do that.” You kissed his fist and pulled it away from his face. “Wanna hear you. Wanna make every car hear you for a mile around.”
He chuckled, closing his eyes to the pleasure of your slow opening movements. “Noise ordinance. Cops-”
“Fuck the cops. I’m fucking you and there’s nothing they could do about it.”
That may have been true, but there was something Dean could do about it. He gripped the back of your head, bringing you close for a kiss that stole your breath. And your focus. Before you knew what, he was thrusting faster than you could control. You broke from the kiss with a strangled grasp. With his large arms wrapping around your waist, there was nothing you could do except hang on for the ride. You reached back, one hand finding the steering wheel.
Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed the couple in the car next to you had stopped arguing. You couldn’t see their faces through the tint of their windows, but you knew they were watching. It made your walls clamp around the cock within you.
“Dean-“
“I know. I see ‘em. ‘S what you wanted, isn’t it? Having the whole highway know how impatient you are?” He forced your shirt over your chest so he could kiss between your breasts. “Come on, Sweetheart. Show ‘em what we’ve got.”
His movement sped up, making you cry out. Your earlier threat to make Dean loud enough for the highway to hear began to ring true as his thrusts began to falter. He hugged you close, muffling his moans with your chest. It made your hand slip, catching on the gear shift. A twist of his hips, and you saw stars as he speared the point that made your mind mush.
“I think I broke the stick.”
“You better not have,” he growled, thrusting harder.”
Between moans that increased in pitch, you managed, “been dreaming all day.” You bounced up and down, finally gripping the steering wheel again, but your hand slipped and accidentally hit the horn, “dreaming about jumping on this-“ The car horn went off, startling the people in the cars around you.
Dean laughed. “Been wanting to ‘beep’ you all night to, Sweetheart.”
Ahead of you, other car horns started going off. It didn’t register for you what it meant. You were too busy chasing release. But Dean managed to crack open his eyes.
“They’re starting to move.”
“Good for them,” you breathed.
Dean reached for your clit. “We better get moving.”
You nodded, squeezing and clamping your walls in any way that zinged you with pleasure. Maybe time slowed down. Or sped up. You couldn’t tell, and you didn’t care. Your vision whited out behind your closed eyelids. Dean hoarsely called you your name. He held you down as he came deep inside. You let your body go limp. Even with overstimulation threatening, you didn’t want to move. You kept bouncing, lazily moving to prolong the sparks of your release.
“Baby, you gotta stop-“ Dean tried to move you, but you wrapped your arms around him. “Traffic’s movin’. I gotta start the-“
“I’m not finished.”
He managed to at least roll you off into the seat so he could turn the key. The Impala roared to life and set off just as the cars in front of you cleared out. His cock still laid against his leg, dripping with him and you.
You scooted close to him and reached out. Nuzzling your nose against his ear, you worked his length until it swelled in your hand.
The people in the car next to you waved at Dean. From the driver’s side, the guy gave Dean a thumbs up, which was returned.
“I think they liked our show.”
You hummed. “Good. If they can keep up with you, they might get another.” You circled your thumb around his slit. The Impala roared again as Dean pushed the gas pedal almost through the floor. He kept up that speed, looking for any hotel so he could finish round two. You both settled for the first dark turnoff that wasn’t crowded with traffic.
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Masterlist
Other Dean WInchester Fics:
Love Like Lightning: Part 1 (Smut) : Part 2
Last of the Season (Food Mention, Fluff, Smut)
In Heaven’s Eye (Smut, Challenge Fic, Demon/Angel AU)
#dean winchester x reader#dean winchester smut#winchester x reader#reader insert#supernatural#spn fanfiction#summer playlist 2023#summer songfic series 2023
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Im newb, still watching s06, but I already know the ending of castiel and also saw the script “But still beautiful. Still Dean Winchester.”,
I cant stop imagining whatIF-Cas and Dean’s alive and getting older with his angel….
Maybe there will be some day, Dean realise that how Cas thinks about him
After so long, when he’s being an old man, maybe one day, he‘ll asks his angel wryly, “Still beautiful?”
And ofc Castiel will answer with his voice, “Still beautiful. Still Dean Winchester.”
Maybe it’s Dean’s last day on earth so with Castiel’s real voice, Dean close his eyes, and right after that moment, Dean’s soul and Cas have an eye contact, and they’ll laugh
No ripper’s required, he’ll go to the place wherever he can go with Cas.
Inspired by Lana’s “Young and beautiful” song
SBSD
#destiel#supernatural#castiel#dean and cas#spn#dean winchester#still dean winchester#still beautiful#headcanon?#SBSD#spn drabble#songfic#what if#lana del rey#young and beautiful
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Here's my submission for the @wincestwednesdays July Event Week 3 prompt "Song"! I chose to write a fic based on "Death with Dignity" by Sufjan Stevens, please give it a listen!
Excerpt: "Then finally, his eyes trail over to Dean. His pupils are pin-point thin, and his hair is straggling in his face so Dean can’t see most of what expression lies there.
Sam usually wakes up from nightmares in one of three attitudes: confusion, fear, or calm. A scary, sense-prickling calm that Dean hates more than anything else. Resignation, almost.
Or: Sam suffers from nightmares and touch starvation post-Cage. They do their best to deal."
Read it on AO3 here.
i had a lot of fun writing this one, and i hope you enjoy! charlotte is posting some art to accompany this fic later, so absolutely go check it out!
-lizzy
#supernatural#sam winchester#dean winchester#samdean#sam and dean#spn#ao3#wincest fanfiction#wincest wednesday#wincest#songfic
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Finally//Beautiful Stranger
Beautiful Stranger
Song Fic
Song by Halsey
Fluff
2.1k words
Dean x Reader
Your eyes, so crisp, so green
Sour apple baby, but you taste so sweet
When you first met Dean, the first thing you noticed about him was his striking green eyes. Somehow even in the dimly lit bar, you both were in his eyes shown across the room. You were sitting at the bar facing the door when he walked in. He was with his brother, Sam, and his friend Cas– they were all talking about something and sat in a corner booth in the back of the room, adjacent to where you sat. When their conversation finished, Dean came behind you, hovering to order his drinks. You had been interested since he walked into the bar but what caught your attention was that he only ordered 2 drinks when he had 3 people in his party. It would make sense if he had ordered 2 drinks and water or a soda had 1 of the people with him not been a drinker but absolutely nothing made your brow raise.
You got hips like Jagger and two left feet
And I wonder if you’d like to meet
It took about 10 minutes, and 1 drink with who I could only assume were his friends, but a tall man with Dean, who looked vaguely similar to him, started a conversation with you. The man chose to sit beside you, ordering a whiskey. The bartender handed him the class and you watched him take a quick swig before exhaling deeply, briefly closing his eyes. “What was that about?” you asked, turning your head in his direction. “I’m sorry, you just took my breath away,” he responds, smirking at you.
You turn an eyebrow up, “I’m sorry what?”
The two of you make eye contact for a second before you both burst out laughing.
“Hey! Was it that bad?” He asks, catching his breath.
“Oh, yea! And I’ve heard some pretty terrible ones,” You answer.
“I’m just gonna try again, Ya know, like a normal person this time. Hi, I’m Dean,” He chuckles.
“Y/N, nice to meet you,” You answer.
“Are you here alone, or will someone be meeting you here?” He asks.
“Now why are you asking that?” You ask.
“Just wanna know if I gotta worry about a boyfriend comin’ to try and beat me up for flirting with his girl.” He answers.
“Well, that’s not something you have to worry about.” You state, before asking. “And what brings you here?”
“Just passin’ through with my brother and friend,” He replies.
“Sounds fun.” You take a sip from your drink
“Yea, thrilling,” He grumbles.
“Are you heading home after this?” You question.
“No, I’m not,” He quickly replies.
“Alright then, glad that’s true for the both of us,” You state.
“So am I,” He states. “What do you say about a dance?’
“Truthfully, I’d love to but, as many talents, as I have, dancing is not one of them,” You respond.
“That’s fine, I’ll take the lead,” He smirks.
“Sounds like a good deal,” You laugh.
The both of you go out to the dance floor. Both of you dance for a while, which leads to making out, and soon enough you’re closing out your tab and going back to his motel.
Your voice is velvet through a telephone
You can come to mine, but both my roommate are home
That night led to much more than either of you expected. It wasn’t quite a relationship, and you didn’t know what the man did. When he came through originally he said he was coming through on a road trip, but he seems to travel a lot for work as well. You don’t quite understand but it’s not your place as of now. Whenever he’s in the area he always calls you. At first, it was just sex but it slowly formed to be more, he took you out, and they could almost be classified as dates, the two of you would just spend time together doing more than just hooking up. You both kept learning more about each other, favorite foods, songs, bands, and shows, yes even admitted that Dr.Sexy MD was his favorite. You shared dreams, secrets, hopes, and losses. Every time he came into town you got closer. You always go to his motel room cause you have roommates. You didn’t need to live with roommates, it just made you feel safer than living alone. You had a good job working as a remote administrative assistant. As close as the both of you got you never made it official. You were slightly put off by the secrecy surrounding his job and he had his own reasons. The distance never kept both of you apart. Even though you weren’t officially dating, you’d always call. Giggling like teenagers into the night. Calling just to hear the other, you’d complain about your day but he never did. Trying to feel close to each other despite the undefined distance.
I grab your hand and then we run to the car
Singing in the street and playing air guitar
He had finally asked you to be his girlfriend and you could tell he was finally starting to let you into his world. You had officially met the 2 men who were with him the night you met, his brother, Sam, and friend, Cas. Your dates were often composed of late nights and drives in the dark. Laying on the hood of ‘baby,’ as he so fondly called his car, and looking at the stars, listening to old rock bands, him performing as if he was live in concert. Moments just for the two of you, times where nothing else mattered just lost in each other. Time spent trying to savor every moment. When you became official, coming to you wasn’t a pitstop anymore it was just where he always came back to. But it always came to an end. He’d always leave and go back to wherever he was off to most of the time.
Stuck between my teeth just like a candy bar
And I wonder if it’s too far to say
I’ve never recognized a purer face
You stopped me in my tracks and put me right in my place
He knocked on the door one day in December. It was about 9 o’clock it was already dark, AND CAN SOMEONE TELL ME WHY THIS BITCH WAS COVERED IN BLOOD. Anyway, you slammed the door on him because who is gonna let a man covered in blood into your house? You grab your phone and call Dean he picks up immediately,
“Yes,” He says exasperated.
“There’s a man outside my house, he’s covered in blood, and he looks like you! Do you have an evil second brother or something,” You exclaim.
“Well, I mean, kinda, but the man outside your house is me.” He answers.
“Ok well, I’m not letting you in until you tell me why you’re covered in blood,” You state.
“I can explain, but please let me in before someone calls the cops,”
“I don’t know, sounds like a you problem, if I were you I’d start explaining quickly,”
“C’mon, let me in,”
“Times ticking”
“Fine, I hunt monsters,”
“Shut the Fuck Up,”
“I’m telling the truth,”
“No. No, you aren’t,”
“Look I promise. I can prove it just let me in,”
“Not until you can prove it,”
“Fine. Cas, buddy, could you come down here and talk to Y/N,”
A flash of light came through in the living room and his fucking friend was there.
“Nope, I’m done with both of your bullshits, you need to get out and leave. I don’t know how you pulled this stunt but fucking leave,”
“I Just proved it please let me in,”
“Fine, but you have to explain better,”
You hang up and Cas leaves. You let Dean in and he gives you what he calls the monster to talk. You allow him to stay the night but he’s gotta stay in the living room while you stay in your room with the door locked, afraid he might be a monster himself even though he did the test, he could be lying. You woke up to him making breakfast for you. He’s taken another shower and is singing along to black sabbath.
“You! Why are you out of the living room? That’s where we said you could stay,”
“Ok, but clearly I’m not a monster or anything. I’ve never hurt you and I never will. I will do everything in my power to keep anything that could hurt you, especially this, away from you,”
“How am I supposed to trust that when I can’t even believe the thing hiding under my bed as a child wasn’t,”
“There aren’t any of those under-the-bed monsters, and if there were you’d probably be dead. Monsters aren’t known just to play games with people,”
“That’s not my point Dean!”
“Ok, ok, 2 days ago you wouldn’t even consider the fact that I could hurt you right?”
“... yea,”
“The existence of monsters and what my day job is shouldn’t change that, I’ve never proved that I could hurt you what you found out wasn’t a lie to hurt you or manipulate you it was only to keep you safe. Please believe me, I love you and couldn’t stand to put you in danger knowingly,”
“Then why’d you show up last night? Letting me know and ‘putting me in danger,’”
“A shapeshifter impersonated me and with that, he had my memories. He knew who you were and where. After I ganked him I had to make sure you were ok,”
“Fine but it’s gonna take time for me to trust you completely again,”
“I can accept that, but please don’t kick me out your life,” He says stepping closer to you.
“I can agree to that,” You reply nodding, “As long as you promise to tell me the truth from now on,”
“ I can agree to that unless it puts you in immediate danger,”
“I can call that reasonable,” you state.
Used to think that loving meant a painful case
But you’re right here now and I think you’ll stay
Oh, we’re dancin’ in my living room, and up come my fists
It was hard trusting him again. He never gave up on earning it again though. Every time you flinched from hearing a noise because you became paranoid he was there. And every time he’d do all the checks and tests to satisfy your now active imagination. He stopped hunting for a while to be there while you accepted your new reality. At that time because of the break, you allowed Sam to stay with you and Castiel to pop in whenever he wanted. You became close with both of them as well and began to take care of all of them making them home-cooked meals and nice beds to sleep in. You created a beehive in your garden for Cas to watch the bees whenever he came. You all enjoyed the downtime and you came to trust Dean again even more than you had before the whole monster business.
Beautiful stranger, here you are in my arms and I know
That beautiful strangers only come along to do me wrong
And I hope, beautiful stranger, here you are in my arms
And I think it's finally, finally, finally, finally, finally safe
For me to fall
Soon after he returned to hunting he asked you to move in with him. In a fucking bunker, like some sort of doomsday prepper. He also explained the Men of Letters. And you agreed, after convincing, to move into his cement box with him as long as you could decorate. After you moved in you ended up getting a dog and a cat. The dog you named Fitz after Garth and the cat Jojo after Jody. You also took Cas’ Bees with you of course. Everyone loved having pets around and the fact they didn’t have to worry because you were there to take care of them when they were off on hunts. You were able to provide them with the comfort of a home and they gave you a family and a sense of community. You always felt safe with them. You had found your place in the world, with the love of your life, 2 amazing friends, everyone they picked up along the way, your fluffy companions, and a permanent home. The two of you went on to live pretty happily, of course, Dean died about 100 times along the way and the world almost ended a few times. But after all, was said and done the bunch of you ended up getting your apple pie life.
#supernatural dean#dean winchester#cas#Castiel#supernatural#sam winchester#dean x reader#dean winchester x reader#song fic#songfic#jensen ackles#fluff#dean x you#dean x y/n#fanfic#supernatural fanfiction#fan fiction#x reader
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Suptober Day 10: Enchanted
Summary: Highschool AU - Dean is lovesick and Sam tries to help.
Sam had been sitting on his bed for a while, cross-legged, playing video games. Judging by the pain in his joints, it must have been a while. A glance at his alarm clock on his nightstand told him it had been three hours. He put down his controller and crawled off his bed, groaning when his feet tingled and blood rushed into them. He stretched his aching legs and back. He was thirteen, but right now he felt like sixty.
Carefully, Sam turned off his headphones. Although he liked the occasional video game, this time he hadn't played for fun, but used it to escape. Dean had been blasting angry music and then had been on an emotional call with someone. Probably Charlie, his best friend. And since Dean had been weird around Cas, his other best friend, for a few weeks now, Sam was pretty sure he had an idea what it was about. There'd been a new girl in junior year, a really pretty and popular one, and she'd taken a liking to Cas. And they'd been hanging out. Sam didn't understand the issue, they might have been just friends, but his big brother was in his own way quite a lot.
Sammy grabbed a packet of gummy worms from his candy stash and carefully opened the door to the corridor in order to execute his plan. There was no more AC/DC, instead he heard
I was enchanted to meet you
Please don't be in love with someone else
Please don't have somebody waiting on you
Interesting. At least he'd discovered one vital part of the issue then. Sam crossed the corridor and knocked on Dean's door. The music stopped abruptly, and his brother's husky voice told him to fuck off.
"Come on, Dean", Sam responded, his childish voice a stark contrast to his brother's.
"Tell Mom I'll do my chores later, okay?"
Sam sighed and opened the door to find his brother curled up in the corner of his bed, arms crossed and face turned away. On the ground lay a plushie that looked like it had been thrown away in a haste.
Sammy's heart sank at the sight. He loved his brother so much, and he looked up to him. Sure, they had their differences, but he could always count on his confident brother. And seeing him feeling bad and trying to hide it...
He walked across piles of clothes, records and various sports equipment until he reached Dean's bed, then carefully sat down on the edge. Dean only turned to look at him when Sam slowly pushed the packet of gummy worms over to him. He huffed out a laugh, then wiped his tear stained face.
"Thanks. You're cute sometimes."
Sam let that one slide for the sake of Dean's feelings. Instead he looked at his brother attentively, trying to find a good way to start a conversation.
"Do you want me to get Mom?", he started, thinking of who he would turn to if something bad happened.
"No, it's embarrassing", Dean murmured and ripped open the pack of candy, then went to stuff his face before offering Sam some.
"Did you call Charlie?", Sam asked, taking the worms.
Dean just nodded, looking exhausted.
"She probably told you to just talk to him, huh?"
"Yeah. If only it where that easy." Dean sank deeper into his pillows with a sigh, then frowned and looked at Sam again. "Wait, how-"
Sam just rolled his eyes. "I have a brain and eyes, Dean. I'm honestly surprised you even accepted that you're in love with him."
"And what are you", Dean asked sarcastically, "the resident love expert?"
"Jess and I are doing great, thank you very much", he responded, chest swelling a little.
"Milkshake dates and holding hands at recess, miss those days", Dean grinned and reached for a second pillow.
Sam rolled his eyes. "Dude, I'm thirteen. And I agree with Charlie, by the way. Talk to him. He deserves to know, and I'm pretty sure he likes you back. I could try to find out some things if you'd like."
Dean stopped mid-pillow throw attempt to tilt his head curiously. "You'd do that for me, Sammy?"
"I wouldn't enjoy it", Sam shrugged, chewing on another gummy worm, "but if it means he comes over to watch Star Trek again..."
Dean groaned and pressed the pillow he was holding into his own face instead. "I'm surrounded by nerds."
"Maybe", Sam mused, "considering you still hang out with Charlie, Cas and me all the time, it can't be that much of a problem for you. In fact, you might be just as nerdy as us under all that tough demeanor."
"I'm not Jess, no need talking all smart to me."
Sam kicked his leg in response. "Shut up! I'm trying to help. Although, I kind of enjoy the break from Rock and Heavy Metal", he teased. "Taylor Swift makes pretty good music."
Dean glared up at him over the edge of the pillow. "We will never talk about this again."
"You promise to talk to him then?"
His brother kept quiet, chewing his bottom lip. Was it really that hard?
"Come on Dean, it's Cas! What's he gonna do? And you're Dean, big-tough-cocky-confident Dean. You don't have to sing him praise, just tell him you like him more than a friend and you feel bad about him hanging out with...I don't know her name."
Considering, Dean nodded slowly. "I guess...I'll try." Then he looked up at him again, a smile on his face.
"Thanks, Sammy. I'll convince Mom to let you have ice cream after dinner."
Sam grinned, happy about the unexpected outcome. "Awesome."
#suptober22#my writing#winchester bros#Sam winchester#dean winchester#destiel#castiel#supernatural#highschool au#songfic
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besties you don't understand how rotten my brain is with the thought of latinenatural dean playing "Qué soy yo para ti" by Hombres G every time Casito gets in the impala with him
To me, you are the sea
You are the only truth
My reason to go on
The reason to live
Planning on you
The relief for my loneliness
For me, you are the center
Of my small universe
For me, you are the rain
Sliding down my body
And the moon I want to feel
The unspoken words,
The unsung songs
And a million unopened doors
If you don't want to, you don't have to answer,
But I'd like to know
To me, you are the sun
That drowned my heart
The pathway to my salvation
To me, touching your hair
Is like being in the Heaven
Of your blue light and your heat
If you don't want to, you don't have to answer,
But I'd like to know,
What am I to you?
Another sleepless night?
A love scene?
Or always a last goodbye?
What am I to you?
Tell me, what's going to happen to me?
Will I ever hug you like this again?
Tell me, what am I to you?
Tell me if you will be here
tomorrow, next to me
If you're gonna love me
Like I love you
What am I to you?
Another sleepless night?
A love scene?
Or always a last goodbye?
What am I to you?
Tell me, what will happen to me?
Will I ever hug you like this again?
Tell me, what am I to you?
To me, you are my home
I want to come back to
Hug you to sleep
And now tell me, no thinking,
If this love is real
Tell me, what am I to you?
#brainrot#winchester derangement syndrome#destiel#latinenatural#supernatural#Mexicannatural#Argentinanatural#deancas#Deancas songs#Deancas songfic#Latin Dean Winchester#Latino Dean Winchester#Casito
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Dean Winchester X Reader Masterlist
Some of my works are 18+, which I'll write as such here, but please heed the warnings on the individual posts as well - All under the cut :)
One Shots xx
Angst
💙 Us - request: Can you do a deanxreader songfic to the song us by Regina spektor
💙Goodbye ~ After Dean takes on the mark, his relationship with Y/N starts to fall through the cracks. She’s had enough of him taking out his stress on her, and after years of silencing her pain, she finally lets him know why it’s time to say goodbye.
💙How Do I Become Enough ~Reader and Dean right about her doubts, she feels somewhat isolated and annoyed. No cheating, necessarily, but think along the lines of Dolly Parton’s Jolene
💙Intrusive Thoughts ~Dean was supposed to visit Y/N while she was at work, but when he didn’t show, she got worried. After finally getting ahold of him, she was relieved to know that he was alive. But when another full day passes by without a word, her mind goes into overdrive about what could have happened to him.
💙Voicemails ~ this is a small, angsty thing, and it is 100000% self indulging so please feel free to just ignore it.
💙 Illicit Affairs - Request from anon based on Taylor Swift’s song Illicit Affairs <3
💙 Promise Me This Is Forever - this is for @allywritesblog and #allyswriting event, and im using the quote "promise me this is forever" :)
Fluff
💙 Phone Calls With Dean ~ just a random thing I wrote for a story that didn’t pan out, no real plot to this.
💙Shooting With Dean ~ Dean takes you out for target practice, but something else is on his mind.
💙Time ~Soulmate AU, Y/N has had the ability to pause and unpause time for likely her whole life, believing she was the only person with such a power. One day, she learns that not only is that not true, but the other person is her soulmate.
💙 Salted Baseball Bat - Anon Request: "'They said that gluing salt to a baseball bat to fight ghosts was a stupid idea, but who's laughing now?' you say as you whack the ghost again."
💙 Criminal - DeanxReader request from @rileynicole1967 based on the song Criminal by Britney Spears
💙 Cat-astrophe Written for @spnfanficpond‘s unfic challenge with the prompt “I may have accidentally sort of adopted 5 cats.”fluff, stern!Dean,
💙 Baby Winchester 2021 - Reader finds out she's pregnant, and tells Dean in a cute, fluffy way.
💙 Just Another Day - Fluffy Dean x female!reader Valentine's Day post
Flangst
💙 We're Gonna Get You Through This - reader is triggered back to a horrible memory and explains to Dean why waiting to have sex is best for her.
💙Currently untitled ~ Request: could you do a deanxreader fic where she goes out on a date (maybe to a bar) for drinks with a guy and towards the end of the night, the guy (you pick the name) starts being rough with her cause he’s drunk and hurts her, then dean finds out somehow and comes over to kick his ass then admits his feelings for her?
💙 A Boring Holy Cross Tattoo - A Fic inspired by Cards Against Supernatural with the cards “Dean has 99 problems but ____ ain’t one.” and “A boring holy cross tattoo”.
💙 Amnesia - Request from @rileynicole1967 : Deanxreader one shot or series ;) based off the song “amnesia” by 5 seconds of summer but in the readers pov and at the end he comes back for her and it’s all fluffy and cute.
💙 Half a Man - Follow up to the Amnesia request from @rileynicole1967 - this one takes place the same night as Amnesia, but in Dean’s perspective and based on the song Half a Man.
18 + / Smut One Shots
💙Downtime ~ 18+, smut; After weeks of hunting the same witch, you and Dean decide to take a weekend break, but you didn’t expect what was in store for that weekend.
💙Punishment ~ 18+, smut; After embarrassing Dean at an important dinner, he punishes you with a cold shower.
💙 Size Matters - 18+ Smut DeanxReader request from anon, where reader has a size kink
💙 Poison - DeanxReader request from @kaitlaitlaitl based on the song Poison by Alice Cooper
Mini Series xx
💙 Movie Monsters Part One | Part Two ~ You’re teamed up with Dean, a man you’ve always found obnoxious, to find out the path of a new monster. Of course, things don’t always go as planned. (Complete)
💙 Never Have I Ever Part One | Part Two ~ Part Two is pure smut; College!AU - Dean gets jealous of the attention he thinks you’re receiving from Cas during a small party at your house and doesn’t know what to do with it, so he leaves the room to keep drinking.
💙 Hope is a Dangerous Thing... Part One | Part Two ~ The renowned author of a best-selling crime novel, Y/N Y/L/N, was thrown into a whole new world after her parents were brutally murdered. Their killer never found, Y/N took things into her own hands, meeting the Winchesters in her journey for justice. Even years later, she struggles to let anyone close in fear they’d leave or worse.
💙 i hate u, i love u (1) Slowburn au/Y/N has been in a relationship with Nick for the last 5 years. They’ve had a rough go. There’s been good and bad times, but she finally realizes that the man she thought she loved has been abusing her. Dean offers her a safe haven when she feared she had nothing else. (this may be abandoned, but we will see)
💙Reverse Supernatural ~ request; “Hi!! I have been tossing an idea around for a bit… What if… Now hear me out… What if the Reader was the experienced hunter and she/he has to save Dean and/or Sam who have never known the supernatural existed…?” (only part one is out right now / ongoing / might also become abandoned)
Series xx
💙Family Secrets ~ 18+ ; Your uncle Bobby, and adoptive father Rufus, had a secret. A secret they never wanted the Winchester’s to find out. They had done a good job of keeping you from crossing their path, but now that they've both passed away there is nothing they can do about the brothers finding out their secret; you. (ongoing BUT I really want to and am seriously considering taking it down to rewrite it - this was the first thing I ever wrote and it's... it shows lol) 2/22/24 A/N: I want to return to this series, but since it was pretty much my first fic ever, I really want to rewrite some of the episodes and make it pace better. I understand that that might not be the best solution, however, so maybe I’ll just add inbetweeners or something. Just know I want to come back to finish it and may change some things along the way 😊
#supernatural#dean winchester x reader#dean winchester#dean x reader smut#dean x reader#dean winchester x reader fluff#dean winchester x reader angst#dean winchester x reader flangst#dean winchester fluff#supernatural fan fiction
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Pieces
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader, John Winchester [Mentioned]
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 1494
Summary: Baby please release me, let my heart rest in pieces.
Tags/Warnings: Songfic, Break-Ups, Established Relationship, Long Distance Relationship, Love, Angst, Domestic Dean Winchester, Pre-Canon Timeline, Hurt, Mentions of Injury, Mentions of Death, Fears, Lyrics, Pieces // Rascal Flatts,
Notes: Dean is my bby boy
SONG LINK // HALLOWEEN MASTERLIST
You could hear him on the phone, talking low enough that whatever he was saying was just unintelligible from the distance you were at, no doubt in an effort not to wake you. As he went quiet you assumed the call had ended and decided it was time to make yourself known and stop loitering. He was pottering around your kitchen, making a sandwich which didn’t surprise you considering he’d almost eaten you out of house and home over the last few days, yet he stopped as you came in, smiling at you for a moment before he went back to his task. You smiled back, moving to take another couple of slices of bread out of the packet so that he could make you one too. He took them without question, allowing you to rest back against the kitchen counter as you watched him.
He looked good this morning, then again he looked good every morning in your opinion. But today there was definitely a marked difference. The black eye he’d been sporting had started to fade, the yellow hue of it blending more with his sun-freckled complexion, and the busted lip he had was now healed – something he had teased was from all the gentle kisses you had laid upon it. At that thought your heart squoze in your chest. Not because of how nauseatingly cute it was but because you were sure that that version of him was going to be gone again soon.
Four days. He’d been here only four days and yet you knew that was the most he’d allow himself to give you before he headed back out on the road, looking for whatever it was that would no doubt have him come back to you bloodied and broken at some point in the future.
You knew it was coming, that he would leave you whether you wanted him to or not. And yet you decided to test the waters anyway as if the answer might be different as you asked, ‘So who was on the phone?’
‘Oh, uh my dad,’ he said clearing his throat and dropping his gaze to the sandwiches on the table in front of him. As his smile faded your suspicions were confirmed, solidified by the sadness that came to his eyes as he looked at you as if he was preparing whatever speech he’d been planning out in preparation for the moment.
‘Yeah?’ you asked, watching as his face flicked again with melancholy.
‘Yeah, he’s uh caught a case down in New Orleans,’ he said, skating around the details as always as if that was going to make it hurt any less.
‘And he wants you to join him right?’ you asked which was finally enough to make him look up at you, offering a sad smile as he did.
‘He uh, needs me to get there asap…is that alright?’ he said and you fought the urge to roll your eyes given it was hardly as if you had any say in the matter.
He was always going to leave that was the way this situation worked. Even if you did work up the nerve and ask him to stay you knew it would never be right. He’d never be happy staying here with you, even if that was what he wanted deep down. That was why he could only ever give himself a few days. A few days of the life he wanted before reality called and he had to leave again. That was the problem. He could grant himself that slice of normality and use it to fuel him until he could come back to you. But it didn’t work like that for you. Whilst your fleeting pockets of time together fuelled him they drained you. They gave you hope, hope that was always yanked away after a few days, replaced by weeks of worrying and fretting about him. Until finally he’d end up on your doorstep again looking more fragile than when he had left.
‘Fine,’ was all you could think to say.
‘Cool,’ he replied before the two of you fell quiet. He finished up your sandwich, popping it on a plate as he sat down at your kitchen table with you following suit. You watched him as he started to eat, taking a sip of the beer you hadn’t noticed he’d gotten out of the fridge even though it was far too early to be drinking. You picked at your sandwich, feeling as uncomfortable to bring up what you wanted to as he had been not five minutes ago. It didn’t take long for him to notice your hesitance, your eyes meeting before you dropped your gaze and said, ‘Actually I’ve been thinking.’
‘Yeah?’ he said taking a swig of his beer though his eyes never left you.
‘Yeah,’ you said quietly finally looking at those hypnotic green eyes, the ones that made your stomach flutter each time they looked at you. Yet now they didn’t make you feel that way, they made you feel sick, the prospect of what you were going to say making your heart hurt.
‘I don’t think you should come back here,’ you said quietly. He looked at you, hurt swirling in his eyes before it disappeared, his jaw tightening as if to stop whatever he wanted to say from coming out.
‘Right,’ he said tightly. It made you nervous as though you needed to tell him why, like he deserved that much at least.
‘I mean don’t get me wrong I love having you here but then you have to go and-’
‘I get it,’ he said flatly the hurt in his voice only spurring you on with the idea that you needed to explain. To tell him it wasn’t his fault, that if things were different want nothing more than for him to stay.
‘Dean,’ you sighed.
‘It’s fine,’ he replied.
‘No, it’s not. None of this is fine!’ you said, shriller than you intended for it to be which you could tell from the way he looked at you panicked. It made tears sting your eyes and you dropped your gaze hoping they wouldn’t spill over.
‘Dean I don’t want this. I don’t want any of this but I can't keep doing it. Every time you go I think I’ll be okay and I tell myself I can do it again but then you show up covered in blood and broken and you let me fix you and then…and then you’re gone again and six weeks go by and it’s all I can think about. All I can do is wonder what you’re out there doing and I think maybe this time is it…maybe he’s not come back yet because he’s dead.’
He closed his eyes at that trying to ignore the guilt that gnawed at him when he heard the way your voice came out strangled and breathless at the thought of losing him. You could feel a sob building inside you, threatening to spill out any moment but you pushed it down, hoping it wouldn’t bubble over, ‘and then…and then you come back again and it starts all over again…I just…I don’t think I can do it again.’
You fell silent, your chest heaving as everything spilt out of you. He didn’t say anything and that only made you feel guiltier even though you knew that there was nothing either of you could say that would make it better because the thing that would fix it for you would ruin him. Like the way this was ruining you.
‘I’m sorry,’ was all you could whisper.
‘Me too,’ Dean agreed, placing his hand on the back of yours, ‘I didn’t mean to hurt you.’
‘I know…and I wish it didn’t,’ you said clasping your hand on his, hoping he wouldn’t blame himself though you knew he would, ‘I wish I was the sort of person who could just love you and I do. I mean I love this when we’re like this…but I can't.’
‘I know,’ he said sadly.
He didn’t say anything then, instead, he pulled from your grasp and started to get rid of his half-eaten sandwich and empty beer bottle. You sat there in silence, allowing him to press a kiss to your temple before he left the room. You didn’t chase after him because you couldn’t make yourself. Because if you did it would only start another cycle of this worrisome hell you were living. It would only break your heart into smaller pieces when he came back or didn’t.
You had to let him go.
I don't wanna see you anymore, I'm just not that strong, I love it when you're here, But I'm better when you're gone.
I'm certain that I've given, And, oh, how you can take, There's no use in you lookin', There's nothin' left for you to break.
Baby, please release me, let my heart rest in pieces.
DEAN TAGS
@caitlin1996
#my writing#Halloween challenge#halloween#dean winchester#dean winchester x reader#dean x reader#spn#supernatural fic#spn fic#halloween challenge#pieces#halloween challenge 2023
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Blood Sugar Sex Magik
Pollen | Dreams | Fairytales | Zanna | and some things more nefarious.
Pollen
A Fight For Love & Glory - Winchesters x you (female)
Summary: You’re struck by sex pollen, so Sam and Dean agree to help you out.
Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, sex pollen, feelings of guilt, ass play, dirty talk, W*ncest adjacent
Words: 2K
Magic Sex & French Fries - Jo Harvelle x Ruby 2.0
Prompt: Great Big Lesbian prompt: SPN, Jo and Ruby II have to have sex to save the world. Or something. Sex pollen? I don’t care. 😘
Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, sex pollen, fisting, confuzzled boys
Words: 1K
Bad Girls Underneath - Ruby 2.0 x Dean Winchester x Jo Harvelle
Summary: Ruby and Jojo get hit by a sex curse again; this time, they need Dean’s help.
Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, magical-dick/male-gaze bullshit, probably too much commentary and emotional complication, why am I like this, I’m sorry, sometimes I can’t help myself, fisting, brief choking
Words: 2,600
Dreamy/dreams
Cactus - Dean Winchester x Meg Masters x Castiel
Summary: Post-battle, exhausted and wanting, Dean and Meg and Cas take care of each other.
Warnings/Tags: 18+ ONLY, dreamlike sex, a little choking, Dean’s always hungry
Words: 3,200
I’ll Keep Them Still - Dean Winchester x Jo Harvelle
Summary: Dean remembers promises and pictures in his mind. And he remembers her.
Warnings/tags: mature, songfic, angst, dream/afterlife sequences, purple prose, I’m sorry
Words: 1,100
Moving Furniture - Steve!Cas x Meg Masters 2.0
Summary: She’s been gone for a year – sacrificed herself to save Sam and her unicorn – but Cas still dreams about her.
Warnings/tags: non-explicit dream sex, fluff, shmoop, there’s a dog
Words: 2K
If You Don’t, Dear, Confess - Sam Winchester x Rowena Macleod
Prompt: Sam has dream about being seduced by Rowena in the bunker that gets interrupted/woken by Dean?
Warnings: mature
Words: 620
Fairytales
Hark and Hush - Purgatory Dean x wolf spirit in a female body
Summary: This is the story of how Dean Winchester hunted, became enamored with, and slew the ancient spirit of the Big Bad Wolf.
Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, this is not your mother’s Dean Winchester, stalking, blood, gore, rough sex, character death
Words: 2,200
More Nefarious *dubious consent
His Sword - Michael/Dean x female prostitute
Summary: Michael takes some time to remind Dean who’s in control.
Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, edge play, bondage, knife play, blood play, choking, rough sex, name-calling, character death
Words: 2,300
Supernova - MOC Dean Winchester x female reader
Summary: Since Dean’s had the Mark and the Blade, he’s pulled away from you, afraid of hurting you. You miss him, and you’ve had it. One night you push him to the edge.
Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, bondage, blood play, biting, bruising, knifeplay, rough sex, dubcon/mindfuck
Words: 2,500
Zanna
Just My Imagination - Dean Winchester x female Zanna
Summary: After Mary leaves the boys a second time, Dean needs a reset, or to blow off some steam – something. He heads out on a snowy evening the night before Christmas and finds just the right thing.
Warnings/tags: mature, Hallmark channel fuckery
Words: 2,800
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TAYLOR SWIFT SONG FICS
So i’m going to start a series type thing where i write fics inspired by each taylor swift songs! The goal is to make it through all the albums but we will see lol
some songs already have assigned characters/ships but if you have a better idea please let me know!
also please send requests for blank songs!!
(songs like ronan,soon you’ll get better and marjorie aren’t included)
-characters/ships write for-
x readers-
(i generally write female but gn if requested) -
dean winchester
sam winchester
damon salvatore
stefan salvatore
eddie munson
steve harrington
-ships i write for-
draco/hermione
damon/elena
damon/bonnie
stefan/caroline
-if there’s any other ships or character you want just ask!!-
#dramione#dean winchester x reader#eddie munson x reader#sam winchester x reader#steve harrington x reader#taylor swift#songfic#delena#bamon fic#steroline#fanfic#x reader
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Pretty Girl Masterlist
This is a list of all my works.
ANIME
Geto
BADA LEE LOVER GIRL
Dating Bada Lee Would Include
requested: clingy drunk bada
K-POP V.I.P SECTION
Make love to me (San & Mingi X Black reader)
Yoongi X Blk Male OC
Hanbin x Blk Fem OC
San & you are the main characters in the K-Drama, nevertheless.
This is how you fall in love Mingi x blk tomboy fem reader
Jungkook x you
This is how you fall in love intro chapter Mingi ff
Ateez x you songfic
Ateez with their s/o
Stray Kids Imagine
Namjoon x blk fem reader
2. Namjoon x blk fem reader
Ateez San x blk fem reader
Ateez x blk fem reader imagine
3. Namjoon x blk fem reader
Ateez Hongjoong's American Moth (series)
Requested Mark Lee X Black Fem Reader
Sunscreen | Mingi x Blk Fem Reader
Plug Daughter | Ateez Hongjoong x Blk fem reader NSFW
Time Stamp RIIZE Wonbin X Blk Fem Reader
Keep Wanting You RIIZE ANTON X BLK FEM READER
Requested: Cha Eunwoo
Requested: Boyfriend Material | RIIZE SUNGCHAN X BLK FEM READER
Requested: ATEEZ x S/O sharing their food or drinks with them
In between the pages of you | YOONGI X BLK FEM READER
5:46 pm | RIIZE WONBIN X BLK FEM READER
(Requested) I could fall in love with you | RIIZE IDOL EUNSEOK X BLK FEM READER
BONNET | ATEEZ X BLK FEM READER
Tonight We're Dancing |Idol Namjoon x Blk Fem Reader
REQUESTED ATEEZ S/O YOUTUBE LIVE STREAMER
SUPERNATURAL
DEAN WINCHESTER X BLK FEM READER
Somebody's problem Dean Winchester x Blk Fem Reader
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promised (once i’ve felt everything)
Author: alstroemeriatea (@alstroemeriatea)
Artist: CuriouserCuriouser
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Featured characters: Claire Novak, Castiel, Kaia Nieves, Dean Winchester, Jack Kline, Gabriel
Featured relationships: Claire Novak & Castiel, Kaia Nieves/Claire Novak, Castiel/Dean Winchester
Length: 99,480 words
Tags: hurt/comfort, forgiveness and family, truevessel!Claire (temporary), wlw and mlm ships, kaia and claire are dean and cas parallels if you squint, healing from the past, jack and claire friendship, songfic (with a twist)
Summary:
On a trip to the Bunker, Claire Novak swerves off the interstate one night. A simple investigation concerning plagues in Pontiac, Illinois quickly reveals things are not what they seem. Cas is hiding something, (what is going on with him and Dean?), Jack is keeping a secret, and there’s an impending threat from a mysterious deity called The Empty that might kill her and Cas, both.
Claire must decide what family truly means and come to terms with her past that was irrevocably changed. Racing against the clock, she must choose who is worth saving, worth loving, and learn what it really means to lose everything.
or
for those who know tomorrow isn’t promised, but still woke up today.
Link to Fic and Art
#dadstiel mini bang#dadstiel mini bang masterpost#dadstiel art#dadstiel fic#author: alstroemeriatea#artist: CuriouserCuriouser#claire novak#kaia nieves
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Hawaii Five-0 Fic Ideas/Prompts Masterlist
Steve gets a CornerShot for the armory.
Career day at Grace's or Charlie's school (Grace or Charlie asks Steve to come)
Veteran's day at Grace's or Charlie's school:
Grace or Charlie have to write a letter to a soldier. Grace or Charlie writes one to Steve.
One of Grace's teachers asks her if her Uncle Steve could come and talk about what it means to serve your country and about the meaning of sacrifice.
Nahele tells Steve he wants to join the Navy
Grace tells Danny that she wants to join the Navy bc she wants to be like Auntie Catherine. (McRollins)
Charlie tells Danny that he wants to join the Navy bc he wants to be like Uncle Steve. (Gen, McKono, or McRollins)
Early season 1 – Steve's thoughts on fireworks
After seeing how he reacted when he thought he heard real gunfire (when it was really coming from a video game) in 4x07, I thought about how he'd react to fireworks (especially in season 1), which they seem to have pretty often in Hawaii. Also based on the song "A Soldier's Memoir" by Joe Bachman
Spn x-over: (gen or McKono or McRollins) Maybe John Winchester knew Joe or John McGarrett. While on a case in Hawaii, Sam and Dean notice the name in their dad's journal. Even if Joe never met John W., he knew about him from John M. telling him about him. When Steve and Danny arrest Dean and maybe Sam, too, Joe tells them to let them go.
Spn x-over: Steve is open-minded and trusts his gut and believes Sam and Dean are good guys.
Spn x-over: Maybe Steve's house is haunted, or maybe there's a case that's weird. He remembers seeing something in his dad's stuff. He finds what he's looking for. It's a piece of paper or a sticky note or something that says "John Winchester" with a phone number and says, "Call this number if anything weird happens," or something along those lines.
Reacher (TV show) x-over: Post 3x20 – Reacher decides to go to Hawaii because why not? He ends up getting framed for murder again because that's just his luck. Five-0 gets the case. Steve sees Reacher and looks like he's seen a ghost. Steve believes that Reacher didn't do it. The Five-0 team thinks Steve isn't thinking straight. It's up to Steve, Reacher, and Catherine to prove Reacher's innocence.
Steve goes to Jersey with Danny (gen)
Renee tries to convince Lou to give Steve a chance, to get to know Steve.
Alicia Brown/Steve
Steve has a son and names him Freddie.
Chin remembers Steve as a teenager.
Slight AU where Steve adopts Nahele.
Steve and kids from cases/crime scenes
Ellie tells Lynn about Steve.
Season 2: Kamekona notices Steve has lost weight.
Kelly (Freddie's widow) and her daughter come to Hawaii. Her daughter wants to know more about her father. Kelly knows Steve was a big part of Freddie's life, so she wants her daughter to know him, too.
Since they never said what her name was, I think maybe the daughter could be named Stephanie. Maybe Kelly did it as a way to show Steve she didn't blame him for what happened to Freddie.
Kelly (Freddie's widow) gets a new job somewhere and sees or finds something she shouldn't, so now she and her daughter are in danger. Being too scared to call the police and not knowing who else to call, she calls Steve. Steve tells her to get on the first flight to Hawaii. She and her daughter make it to Hawaii. Steve protects them.
NSFW: Steve has sensitive nips (gen, McKono, McRollins, Noelani/Steve, Alicia Brown/Steve, or Lynn/Steve)
NSFW: Steve/Kono/Adam
NSFW: Steve has a nice ass (McKono, McRollins, Noelani/Steve, Alicia Brown/Steve, or Lynn/Steve). See evidence below.
Songfic/Fan video Ideas/Prompts
McKono Fic Ideas/Prompts
Sick!Steve Fic Ideas/Prompts
Ideas/Prompts Based on Specific Episodes
H/C Fic Ideas/Prompts
Pre-series Fic Ideas/Prompts
#h50#hawaii five 0#hawaiifive0#steve mcgarrett#danny williams#chin ho kelly#kono kalakaua#doris mcgarrett#mary ann mcgarrett#lieutenant commander steve mcgarrett#mcrollins#mckono#steve x kono#grace williams#charlie williams#steve mcgarrett whump#uncle steve#steve with kids#fanfic#fanfic ideas#lou grover#freddie hart#lynn downey#fanfiction#alex o'loughlin's ass#steve and catherine#alex o'loughlin#fic writing#fanfiction ideas#alexoloughlin
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Sunlight
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Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Meg/Castiel
Rated M for canonical character death
Summary: They say that demons don't dream. Meg knows that's a lie. They say that demons can't change. Unfortunately for her, that turns out to be a lie too.
Aka: The demon known as Meg thinks about Castiel a lot over the years... and ultimately flies too close to the sun. A songfic using "Sunlight" by Hozier.
I would shun the light, share in evening's cool and quiet
Who would trade that hum of night?
For sunlight, sunlight, sunlight
She is a demon. She’s been a demon for longer than she can remember. She’s known all the different domains of hell intimately, been on both sides of the knife so many times that she imagines that nothing of who she’d been before remains. And she’s happy like this. She has a mission; something she believes in. Their father will walk the earth again, will rip the wings from all the angels and remake the earth so that his children can walk it without suffering under the cursed, purifying light of life and the sun. Angels and hunters would believe that demons can’t dream, but they do. And the one who calls herself “Meg” dreams of the day when she can leave hell behind forever, and stride across the earth in her true form without having to fear the light.
But whose heart would not take flight?
Betray the moon as acolyte
On first and fierce affirming sight
Of sunlight, sunlight, sunlight
And then the Winchesters and their pet angel ruin everything, sealing her father back inside his cage, putting Armageddon on hold, maybe forever. Father’s trapped with one of his brothers, the one he’d meant to kill. Sometimes she sits outside of the cage, her head propped up in her hands as she listens to the sounds of them fighting. He’d been angry with her, before they put him there. She’d gone against the plan, wanting revenge on Sam and Dean. She failed, over and over. And she wonders if maybe this might be for the better. As much as she might wish otherwise, something changed within her during her encounter with Castiel, no matter how much she’d tried not to believe him, even if he did cast her into the flames and walk on her right afterwards.
She’s a demon, for fucks sake. What’s a little holy fire compared to countless centuries spent on the rack, having your own entrails fed to you, millimeter by millimeter?
Nothing, that’s what.
She sits outside her father’s cage, her chin in her hands, and she dreams. Meg, Queen of Hell has a nice ring to it — if she can manage to get Crowley out of the way. And she knows just the people she can use to help her do that.
I had been lost to you, sunlight
And flew like a moth to you, sunlight, oh, sunlight
Oh, your love is sunlight
Oh, your love is sunlight
But it is sunlight
When she next sees Castiel, she has her own goals now. Granted, they're fairly simple: kill Crowley and take over hell. She wants the Winchesters to owe her, she wants the Winchesters to help her. She wants — she wants to live. And she’s drawn to Castiel. She's not ashamed to admit it, because again, demon. What could be more demonic than potentially corrupting an angel, drawing it into the sin of lust?
She’s no stranger to using her attractiveness as a weapon, or corrupting the innocent (though the so-called "innocence" of angels is a crock; as far as she knows, a lot of them have just as much blood on their hands as the average demon, if not more, even if they do claim it's for righteous reasons.) But when she kisses Castiel to steal his angel blade, it proves itself more than just that. She actually enjoys it. And so, it seems, does he, if the way he presses her up against the wall and kisses her back is any indication. It’s at that moment Meg knows she’s completely fucked. The plan’s gone to shit, and she’s actually risking herself just to give the Winchesters and the angel a chance of winning. Clarence and the Winchesters leave her to the hounds and she chuckles at herself. That angel is a bad influence, and she’s hardly even spent any time around him. But he has her feeling. Wanting. Dreaming.
They say that demons don’t dream; but they only say that because demons shouldn’t dream. They’ll only start to get ideas. And that never ends well.
All the tales the same
Told before and told again
A soul that's born in cold and rain
Knows sunlight, sunlight, sunlight
The Winchesters don’t trust her. Smart of them, really. She is what she is, they are what they are — tales as old as time and all that. But they have little other choice, with Clarence’s noggin scrambled by Sam’s hell memories. Part of her finds it funny; the angel can’t withstand even a small taste of what would just be another Tuesday to her — but at the same time, she knows what it is to suffer under the artistic hands of her father, and it is not something anyone can just shrug off. She honestly kind of respects Sam for managing to hold himself together as long as he did.
This altered Castiel is strange, which means something, coming from a demon. He’s got no filter, and has this… unsettling innocence. He looks at her and he sees her. The real her.
And he looks at all that pain, all the scars and artful carving that twisted up her soul, making it sharp, dark, and bloody — and he calls it beautiful. Looking back at him in these moments is like staring into the sun. Antithetical to the core of what she is, painful and altering, and yet... she can't tear herself away. Like something out of a dream... or a nightmare. She brushes it off with a dirty joke, but once again she finds herself being changed against her will by forces outside her control — only this time, part of her... allows it. Part of her dreams of where this new path will lead.
And at last can grant a name
To a buried and a burning flame
As love and its decisive pain
Oh, my sunlight, sunlight, sunlight
He calls her his caretaker — and as much as she wants to reject it, the name has power over her. She kills for him, and she knows it’s not just out of pragmatism. Like this, he lacks the fire that drew her to him originally, but still she finds she can’t ignore him. Just as she can't ignore the twinges of pain as parts of her reshape themselves under the influence of their strange connection. It's nothing compared to being strung up and remade on the racks, of course. More like a sunburn, maybe.
She surprises herself with how well she’s come to know the habits of this altered Castiel. He comes when she calls, and she can’t deny that she gets a thrill out of holding that over the Winchesters’ heads. Whatever changes Castiel might be triggering in her, she is still a demon, after all.
She dreams, all the same. She’s always been quite the dreamer, for a demon. Azazel and Lucifer had said it was what made her special. Demons aren't supposed to dream, but they do. Still, her dreams have always been different than those of her of kind. And now she dreams of a recovered Castiel, of power and dominion and safety and a powerful angel at her side, sexy and dangerous and likely to be the death of her. She's a loyal creature, for better or worse. She is what she is, and he is what he is, even if it doesn't seem like it right now. So after she saves him from Hester, she runs. She can only really rely on herself, despite everything. Still, she dreams, and avoids staring into the sun.
All that was shown to me, sunlight
Was somethin' foreknown to me, sunlight, oh sunlight
Oh, your love is sunlight
Oh, your love is sunlight
But it is sunlight
Of course, it can't be that easy. She makes it half-way across the world, where the local supernatural denizens have no connection to Crowley (demons from other cultures and religions have fairly different power structures) and Castiel, he of the pleading eyes and deep, disjointed thoughts pops up in front of her, scaring away the Kitsune she'd been bargaining with for some fresh virgin's blood to power her cloaking sigil.
"You know, lamb's blood would work just as well," Castiel says conversationally, "though I'd prefer it if you didn't kill the lamb. I could keep it calm, make sure it doesn't feel the pain or get scared."
"Why are you here, Clarence?" Meg asks tiredly. So much for avoiding the sunlight.
"It's gone quiet," Castiel says sadly. "But my fighting days are over."
"So you need a big bad demon to do the fighting for you, huh?" She pulls out her angel blade.
She'll do it, of course. She is what she is; loyal, for better or worse. She can't say who is using who here, anymore. But she supposes it doesn't really make a difference.
"I don't like conflict," Castiel says once again.
"I know, Clarence," she says, giving him a pat on the shoulder.
He places one of his own hands on her shoulder, and suddenly she's standing outside that extremely cliche hunter's cabin again. The only thing it's missing is a plaid flannel of its own.
Meg sighs, and goes to knock on the door, while Castiel zaps himself into the Winchesters's car, hiding. She rolls her eyes. The things she does for her cloud hopper.
Oh, your love is sunlight
Oh, your love is sunlight
But it is sunlight, sunlight
The Winchesters ask their questions, she redirects them to Clarence (she is still a demon, after all — she's not going to fight all his battles for him. Especially not his ex-boyfriend drama.) Still, she keeps an ear out, telling herself she's not going soft. Though she can't lie to herself as well as she'd like.
Then it turns out Rocky and Bullwinkle were stupid enough to try and summon Crowley. She tries to run, calling for Cas, but it's too late. The Rat King of Hell arrives, and she can taste how badly he wants to kill her.
Her little problem only gets worse when Clarence steps in to protect her from Crowley. For all that he hates conflict, he's willing to step up for her. It... touches something in her. She can't remember anyone ever doing that for her, not since she became what she is.
And it's enough to scare away Crowley, at least for now. The Winchesters need Castiel, and Crowley wants the Winchesters to deal with Dick Roman for him... and as Crowley says, Castiel would be upset if something were to happen for her. When the King of Hell can see that there’s something there, she knows it must be real. Crowley can smell manipulable connections like a shark can scent a drop of blood in the water. For now, Castiel’s attachment to her keeps her safe. But there’s no guarantee it will stay that way.
There's proof enough of that in her dreams; more often then not, when her mind drifts, things take a darker turn. She sees herself, burning up in the light of Castiel. She sees herself dying for him, sometimes at the hands of other angels, sometimes demons — prophecy was never her gift, but she can feel which way the wind's blowing. Whatever this thing between them is, it will be the death of her. She knows it in her gut.
Oh, and these colors fade for you only
Hold me, carry me slowly, my sunlight
Oh, all these colors fade for you only
Hold me, carry me slowly, my sunlight
It's only more true when she agrees to help the Winchesters in their shitty plan to take down Dick Roman. If the demon she was seven years ago could see her now, it would stab her with her own angel blade. Meg, child of Azazel, student of Alistair, devotee to Lucifer — once again willingly serving as a distraction on the Winchesters' behalf.
This is all Castiel's fault. Being around him... she can feel the sharpness of her fading, her thorns rounding out, slowly.
It's made her stupid — but then, maybe she's always been like this. Loyalty is loyalty. A cause is a cause. She'd started down this path planning to use Clarence and the Winchesters to her own ends, but now she's driving Dean's stupid, over-compensating muscle car towards a building filled with the kind of creatures that angels and the first demons had nightmares about. Armed with just a knife and a jug of Power Clean.
She and Castiel exchanged glances right before they went their separate ways. He seemed... sharper. Like he got a little bit of himself back. They said a lot without saying anything. It gave her something to dream of.
And she's going to need that, she thinks, as Crowley's goons take advantage of the damage the leviathans did to her to throw her up against a wall and capture her.
Each day, you'd rise with me
Know that I would gladly be
The Icarus to your certainty
Oh, my sunlight, sunlight, sunlight
Months pass. Meg endures. Meg dreams. Compared to Azazel, to Alistair, to Lucifer, Crowley and his goons' attempts at torture are nothing; drops of spit in the ocean. She lies, she acts, she lets them think they're getting information out of her, all the while she keeps them from finding what they're actually looking for.
She thinks about Castiel, lets herself dream through the torture. Sometimes she thinks of calling for him. He'd come, if she called. She still believes that.
She doesn't call.
Crowley comes to gloat a few times, tells her that her little angel is dead, along with Dean Winchester. She doesn't want to believe that. She doesn't want to prove him right. So she doesn't call. If she were to call, and he never showed, then it would mean that Crowley's right.
Even though part of her thinks that if he were alive, he would have come for her by now. Unless he doesn't know she's been taken. Maybe he's lying low, making plans, searching... if she called, it would put him at risk.
So she doesn't call. There's not much she can do to protect her cloud hopper where she is right now, but that much, she can manage.
She scoffs at herself — when did she become such a damn softie? Nothing good ever comes from staring at the sun. Nothing good ever comes from dreaming. Not for a demon.
But she stared anyway. She dreamed anyway. And she just keeps dreaming.
Strap the wing to me
Death trap clad happily
With wax melted, I'd meet the sea
Under sunlight, sunlight, sunlight
She knows the end is coming, one way or another, when Crowley starts complaining that some one is killing his minions. Maybe it's Sam, out for revenge. Maybe it's both of the Winchesters; Dean turning back up like the bad penny that he is. Or maybe it's her Clarence, finally coming to find her.
Yeah right.
Even when Dean, Sam, and Clarence do show up, she knows it's not for her. It's for the Angel Tablet, same as Crowley. Still, she's glad to see Castiel again. He seems different. More focused. Better, but still, not quite the Angel she remembers. She can tell Dean notices too. But she doesn't say anything. She knows what she is. Hell, if she said something, Dean probably wouldn't believe her. Better to just get out of here, save her own skin.
But then Castiel turns to her. "We need your help."
How can she say no? "Any of you dummies got a map?" She chuckles.
This will be the death of her. She knows it. But she just can't seem to stop looking at the sun. Reaching for it, dreaming of it. She lets them take her to their temporary base, wincing in the light of day.
Sam and Dean leave her and Clarence alone, and he looks at her like... like she matters. Like he cares. He takes care of her, cleaning her wounds even though eventually they'll close up on their own.
"These wounds have festered," he says worriedly.
"You really do know how to make a girl's nethers quiver, don't you?" She smiles at him and takes a swig of her booze. Trashy stuff, exactly what she'd expect from the Winchesters. Not that she really cares. She just likes to rag on them. Since, well... she's a demon. Funny how she has to keep reminding herself that, these days. Doesn't help that him taking care of her is actually really hot. Never thought she was one to get off on the touchy-feely crap. But here she is.
"I am aware of how to do that. Although it doesn't usually involve cleaning wounds," Castiel replies, far too seriously.
She raises an eyebrow. Damn Crowley for the shitty bleach-job. She's much better looking as a brunnette. Funny, how body just feels like hers now. The girl from Cheboygan's long gone. She almost feels... bad about that. Ew.
"Why are you so sweet on me, Clarence?" She asks. Even now, even when he clearly doesn't need her anymore, there's still something there.
"I don't know. And I still don't know who Clarence is."
She laughs. "Would it kill you to watch a movie, read a book?"
"A movie, no. But a book with the proper spells -- yeah, it could, theoretically, kill me."
He would give her a real answer for that. Funny though, she feels the need to tell him that he shouldn't be sharing that kind of information with a demon. She doesn't mention it. Instead, she keeps flirting, curious to see where it might lead. "You know, you're much cuter when you're shutting up. So, which Cas are you now? Original make and model or crazy town?"
"I'm just me."
A lie, but one she'll pretend she believes for now. Not like she knows anything about deprograming angels. Aside from maybe doing it the old fashioned way, original sin and all that. "So, your noodle's back in order?"
"Yeah, my... noodle remembers everything. I think it's a pretty good noodle."
Even though he's better, he's still... cute. She shouldn't even be capable of finding things cute. What is he doing to her? "Really? You remember everything?" But like Icarus, she just keeps reaching for the sun.
"If you're referring to the pizza man... Yes, I remember the pizza man. And it's a good memory."
They let that sit for a moment, staring at each other. She winces a little. "What are you doing to me, Clarence?" She finally asks.
He cocks his head to the side. "I believe it's called flirting."
"Not that," she sighs. "Look at my true form."
He blinks at her. "I don't think that was my doing."
She rolls her eyes. "Who else could it have been, Clarence?"
"You," he replies.
She sighs, raising the bottle to her lips again. "You ever miss the Apocalypse?"
"No. Why would I miss the end of times?"
He just doesn't get it. It makes sense, she guesses. Not like the sun cared that it melted Icarus's wings.
"I miss the simplicity. I was bad. You were good. Life was easier. Now it's all so messy. I'm kind of good, which sucks." An understatement. "And you're kind of bad -- which is actually all manner of hot. We survive this... I'm gonna order some pizza and we're gonna move some furniture around. You understand?" She might as well keep dreaming, though. She's come this far.
"No, I-I — " He seems confused.
Meg gives him a sly smirk and waits, watching as understanding dawns on his stupidly kissable face.
"Wait — actually... Yes, I — "
But before he can finish that thought, the cock-blocking Winchesters make their return. And joy of joys, they have another one of their shitty plans.
The dream was nice, while it lasted.
Oh, your love is sunlight
Oh, your love is sunlight
But it is sunlight
They stand outside a warehouse after dark. She could run. She could tell them she's done, that she's given them what they want. Save herself before she gets too close to the sun.
But she won't. The light is inside her now. There's no running from that.
When Sam suggests that she watch their backs, she's ready to do it. They don't trust her, even after everything. Not that she blames them. Light or no, she is what she is. That's why it burns so much.
But Castiel trusts her. Castiel cares. "....You should stay here and protect Meg."
"Since when do I need protecting?" She wants, suddenly, to hear him say it. That she's worth protecting.
"Since you were held captive and tortured for over a year."
Not quite what she was hoping for, but she'll take it. "Touché."
For all that the Winchesters talk about not trusting her, Dean does still leave her with Sam, which says more than words ever could. Even with the torture, she's pretty sure she could take Sam out it she wanted to, given the state he's in.
They're lucky that she doesn't want to. She's... fond of Sam, weirdly enough.
Oh, your love is sunlight
Oh, your love is sunlight
But it is sunlight
Not that he appreciates that.
"Wait -- so I took how many bullets for you guys, and you didn't even look for me?" She asks as they work together to ward the building. "Like, once?" She scoffs. Stupid of her to hope otherwise, really. Going soft sucks. "My hero. What's with all the "trial" and "being damaged" crap?" Even so, she's still concerned. Stupid sunlight, burning inside her, smoothing down her thorns.
"Look, no disrespect, but you haven't exactly been the most, uh, trustworthy person in our lives, Meg."
She can't deny that one, but still. "You're not gonna tell me? Seriously? How am I not team Sam?" She scoffs again. He doesn't get it. Or he doesn't want to. Fair enough. "Fine. Whatever it is, you okay dying over it?"
He ignores her. Which, fair; but if she's going to die for these bozos — and she is, she can feel it, like a sudden free-fall in her belly — she's going to say her piece first. He's fighting for a cause — she wants him to decide if he's really willing to commit to it.
"You don't want to say, fine. But remember, I spent time in that walking corpse of yours. I know your sad, little thoughts and feelings."
"That's creepy," he replies dryly.
It is. "You think I want to have little lingering bits of Winchester-thoughts bouncing around in my noggin? Honestly — You should be paying for me to see a shrink." She shakes her head. Stay on topic. "Here's what I remember. Deep down, in parts you never let see the light of day, you want to live a long, normal life away from creepy old things like me."
Of course, that's an easy one. She doesn't even need the Winchester leftovers to know that.
"I do," Sam scoffs. Then he sighs. "You know, I spent last year with... someone, and, um... ...now I know that's actually possible." He looks like he doesn't even know why he's telling her this.
Frankly, she doesn't either. She's said what she wanted to, so maybe she should quiet while she's ahead. "Wait — that's how you spent your last year? With a chick? Lame."
"You know, how about we just wait quietly?" He shakes his empty spray can.
She almost laughs. That's the Sammy she remembers having so much fun with. He's always at his best when he's being a little on the bitchy side. Whoever said blondes have more fun got it wrong; bitches have more fun.
"What was her name? You don't even trust me with a name? Cut me, do I not bleed, Sam?"
Surprisingly, she genuinely wants to know. Did this woman change him, like Clarence has changed her? Did he fly too close to the sun too? Or did he shed his wings and save himself?
"So, some chick actually got you off hunting, huh? That's one rare creature. Tell me — how'd you meet this unicorn?"
Demons aren't supposed to dream, and neither, she thinks, are hunters. It never ends well.
Oh, your love is sunlight
Oh, your love is sunlight
Even more surprisingly, Sam tells her. Maybe part of him senses the light in her, burning away at what she ought to be. Or maybe he just wants to tell someone, and figures nobody cares what Meg has to say. Maybe he senses the end coming for her too — prophecy was his thing, even if he doesn't do it anymore, now that Azazel's blood's gone dormant with the demon's death.
"You fell in love with a unicorn. It was beautiful, then sad, then sadder. I laughed, I cried, I puked in my mouth a little. And honestly, I kind of get it."
Her dreams never have a happy ending. Castiel is the sun, and it's going to destroy her in the end. It might be warm, it might make her feel nice in all the right places and the wrong ones, but that doesn't change what it is. What she is.
"Really?" Sam sounds like he might actually be willing to believe her. Like he might want to hear her story too.
But they're out of time. "We've got company."
Crowley's goons come out in force. And she's sure that the King of Hell himself won't be far behind.
But it is sunlight
And of course, she's right. Maybe she's got more prophecy in her than she thought. Bitching isn't as fun when Crowley does it. And she can tell that Sam doesn't have much more fight in him. She's gotta get him out of here. She sighs internally. Sunlight might be the biggest bitch of them all. Sure stings like one.
"You gonna talk us to death or get down to it already?" She taunts, drawing Crowley's attention away from Sam. She knows how this ends. But Sam doesn't have to die here too.
Crowley pulls out an angel blade, and Meg feels like she's seen this moment a thousand times since she let the sunlight in. Yeah, she knows how this ends. She's fucked. Damn that angel. Damn her. Damn everything.
Meg steps up to the plate, looking back over her shoulder at Sam. "Go. Save your brother... and my unicorn."
"Did Timon and Pumbaa..." Crowley asks tauntingly. The door to the warehouse closes behind Sam. "...tell you their big plan? Did they share that little chestnut with you? They mean to close the Gates of Hell, sweetheart. They mean to kill me and all the demons -- you included."
She figured as much. One way another, her dreams were doomed from the start. It doesn't change a thing.
"You had me at "kill you," Crowley," she drawls with a smile.
He raises his fists. She braces for impact.
Oh, your love is sunlight
She does her best not to laugh at him as he lands another brutal hit on one of her kidneys.
"I could beat on you for eternity." He says. Dumbass.
Oh, your love is sunlight
"Take all the time you want, you pig." They hear the sound of car doors closing, and they both look up.
Meg finally lets herself laugh. "No Cas in the back seat. Your stone is long gone." She knows how this will end, but she's going to go down fighting. She stabs him in the shoulder.
But it is sunlight
Crowley gasps angrily, pulls out the blade, and drives it into her. Lightning sparks. Time slows.
Sunlight, sunlight,
She’s always wondered where demons go when they die. She knows it’s not purgatory, and even though it would make sense for them to just wind up back in hell, she knows that’s not how it works either. Maybe there’s just… nothing.
sunlight,
Can dead demons dream? She doesn’t know, but dying ones can — because even in the milliseconds she’s has left after Crowley stabs her, she’s still dreaming. She dreams of Castiel, finding her body and grieving. She dreams of Cas, showing up in the nick of time and healing her, rounding away even more of her thorns. It would hurt, but she’d live.
But she knows her dreams won’t come true. She’s a demon, and demons aren’t meant to dream.
sunlight,
Maybe dead demons don’t go anywhere. Maybe it’s just dark, quiet nothingness.
Once upon a time, she might have welcomed that. But not anymore.
Now… her last thought as the blade in her chest sparks its last, tearing all that she is to shreds, is that she’s going to miss the light of her unicorn.
sunlight
#fanfic#supernatural#megstiel#Sunlight#songfic#canonical character death#Hozier song fic#i just think Meg 2.0 is hot okay#the music made me do it#is it cliche? yes#was it fun to write? also yes#and isn't that what matters?
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