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Dean Winchester x Reader - Prompt Response - "Sleep. I'll keep you safe."

Summary: When Sam calls to tell you that Dean is gone, you can't accept it. Not until you visit the offline Bunker and see for yourself. ...But is he really gone?

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader; Dean Winchester x Huntress!Female!Reader

A/N: Prompt from @thelonelyempath. I had this idea for a scene in my head that took place during 15x20 with the reader and Sam & then from there it just kind of wrote itself, including the semi-twist. Hope it's okay.

There is a song mentioned in here ("Is This Love" by Whitesnake) which is a sort of homage/dedication/thank you. I read this Dean x Reader fic a long time ago (I can't remember the name of the fic or the author right now, I'm sorry!) but they used the song for some Dean/Reader time in the Impala and I had never heard the song before so I checked it out. I have become obsessed with it. It's so perfect, not only for Dean but in general as an 80s love rock ballad. So thank you to that author whoever you are!

This is meant to take place between mid-15x20 and Dean's foray in The Winchesters (pre-series).

Unbeta'd so all mistakes are mine.

Please do not do any of the above. Thank you for your understanding.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Warnings: angst; mentions of character death; mentions of implied sex

Word Count: 12k+

Dean Taglist: @heartlessdelusions; @nancymcl; @brightlilith

"Sleep. I'll keep you safe."

You sat on the corner of the bed in your motel room, numb, your phone next to you, having been forgotten long ago.

It couldn’t be true. It wasn’t. You refused to believe it. How was Dean just gone? On a simple hunt? How?

Sam had called you to give you the news. You could hear the breaks in his voice as he relayed what happened, sounding as if he had been crying just a few minutes before. Vampires. Who were mute. A gang of them run by a vampire named Jenny they had faced off with years ago. On a hunt with John. She had gotten away and they thought she was gone for good. Apparently not.

You were frozen, in shock, unable to process what he was telling you.

“Y/N?”

“I… I need to see him,” you whispered.

Sam was quiet for a moment before he forced out, “I gave him a hunter’s funeral.”

You shut your eyes in pain. “What?” You could feel your throat tightening as well as your chest.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, but I had to. I couldn’t…” You heard him take a breath. “I couldn’t make the long drive with… I just couldn’t.” You could hear those breaks again and you should have been hurting for him, that not only did he have to watch his brother die but he’d had to burn him alone. But right then you got angry and you couldn’t help snapping at him.

“Why would you burn his body, Sam? You know we need his body to bring him back!”

“Y/N, he didn’t want to be brought back.”

“You don’t know that!”

“Yeah, I do. He told me right before he died. As long as I was going to be okay,” Another break. “He was done.”

A tear rolled down your cheek and regret immediately consumed you. You knew Sam was telling you the truth. Dean making sure Sam would be okay as he was dying clinched it for you. Sam had always been his main concern. You started mentally berating yourself then. If only you hadn’t let fear stop you, you could have given him something to live for, to fight for. He would have let Sam call for help, call Jack, something. He would have made sure he somehow made it home, just like he always did. But you didn’t and now, he was gone. Truly and irrevocably gone.

Another tear slipped down your cheek and you quickly wiped it away. “I have to go, Sam.”

“Y/N, I—”

You ended the call and tossed the phone onto the bed. You weren’t trying to be heartless. Sam was obviously struggling and you should be there for him. That’s what Dean would want, you knew that. The two of you being there for each other, helping one another, you looking after his little brother while he looked out for you. But you just…couldn’t.

Why hadn’t you called Dean? After everything that went down with Chuck and Jack? Why hadn’t you reached out? You owed him that at the very least. So why hadn’t you?

You knew the answer to that. You were scared and like a coward, you’d told yourself it wouldn’t have made a difference. It wouldn’t have changed anything. But a part of you knew it would and that scared you just as much.

You thought back to the last time you’d seen him, right after he and Sam went to try to get Amara on board against Chuck. He was still reeling with the news that Cas had told him before he’d left, that Jack was going to sacrifice himself to kill Chuck. He cared about Jack, more than he let on, even though the kid had accidentally killed Mary. Jack was family to him and he was having a serious moment of doubt. If Jack’s plan would work; if he should let it happen; if he should tell Sam; if Chuck hadn’t been right, he would win in the end. He was so beyond tired of that: Chuck winning. He didn’t want to sacrifice Jack but if they could be free of Chuck and have a chance…

He was torn up about it and he’d called you, asked you where you were, then begged you to come to the Bunker when he found out you were only an hour or so away. You hadn’t wanted to, you could hear the desperation in his voice and you knew all too well what would happen if you went. You were still hurting and you didn’t know if you could survive that.

You didn’t bother telling him that the reason you were an hour outside of town was because you’d temporarily settled there, not sure where to go or what to do. Sure, you took on hunts here and there, but ultimately you were lost. Ever since Dean broke things off with you because he couldn’t tell what was real anymore versus what had been Chuck all along. The breakup had hurt, of course, but that caused pain in you that you weren’t really sure you would ever come back from. Him thinking everything between you might not be real? After you’d given him everything you could because you deeply loved him? In your heart, you knew it was real, but when you had said this to him, he’d simply responded with “I don’t” in his typical detached way he adopted whenever he had made up his mind that he had to do something for the greater good, no matter how hard it might be. You thought he had already broken your heart, but it shattered right then in your chest.

Since it was Dean, though, and he never begged, you went. And sure enough, what you worried would happen, happened. One minute, you’d been wiping the rare tears he let fall around you, and the next minute, he was kissing you and gently pushing you back onto his bed. You could feel the desperation in his movements, his touches, the way his lips trailed over your skin. Shockingly, he took his time with you, and it only hit you halfway through that this was his real goodbye. It wasn’t guaranteed that Billie’s plan would work but he hoped it would. And if it did, then that meant he and Sam would finally be free and they could hang it up if they wanted to, do something else with their lives and move on. And that possible future didn’t include you.

You’d silently cried then, holding onto Dean as he moved and moaned into your ear. When he pulled back to kiss you, your cheeks were free of any tear tracks and you kissed him back. You wondered how on earth he couldn’t feel that this was very real between you as you moved your hips to meet his in a tender rhythm as he held you in his lap, his green eyes staring into yours as he held you close. Sex was sex but this right here, this right in between you right then that he refused to put a name to, it was beyond real. You knew he could feel it just as much as you could…so why was he still hellbent on throwing it (and you) away?

A little while later, you had laid there, with his head on your chest, running your fingers through his hair in soothing strokes, his body still entangled with yours, staring up at the ceiling as you both were still trying to catch your breath. Your heart spoke for you before you could stop it. “I love you,” you whispered, meaning it with every fiber of your being.

It shocked the hell out of you and made something warm and fluttery happen inside your chest when he sleepily murmured to your skin, “Love y’too. Don’go.” You ended up chalking it up to him being in a post-sex sleep daze though, not knowing what he was really saying or even really having heard you correctly. That or he only meant for the night because the very next morning, things went back to how they were.

Dean seemed surprised when he woke up to find you next to him, scrolling through the news feed on your phone for any new cases. You’d given him a warm smile. “Hey, sleepyhead,” you teased.

Instead of smiling back, though, he cleared his throat and ran a hand through his hair. “Hey.” You could see that familiar detached expression settle on his features and you knew he was regretting the night before. He had been drinking by the time you got there, sure, but he hadn’t been inebriated. He was incredibly lucid by the time he made a move on you so try as he might, this couldn’t be chalked up to a drunken mistake.

You could literally feel that wall going back up and you gave one last ditch effort to keep him from shutting you back out, even laying a hand over his. “Dean, don’t—”

He pulled away from you and got out of bed, quickly slipping on his Scooby Doo boxers and jeans that he grabbed from the floor. You might have smiled seeing the familiar underwear that you hated but secretly loved if you weren’t hurting so much. “I’m hungry. You hungry?” He asked, slipping a black t-shirt over his head. “I’ll go see if Sam’s cooking anything up. I need a serious cup of coffee. You just…” He glanced back at you, seeing you holding the sheet tightly to your chest as you watched him, compulsively swallowing when he saw your eyes glistening. “You, uh, just come out when you’re ready.” He then made his way out of the room, closing the door behind him and never looking back.

You sat back against the headboard, dissolving into a fit of tears and quiet sobs. You knew you should have never come. Once you were able to breathe without fresh tears welling up, you got yourself cleaned up and redressed. You splashed some water on your face and you took a deep breath before leaving the room. You were near the bunker stairs when Sam called out to you.

“Hey! Y/N!”

He was coming over to you, a big smile on his face. He was pleased to see you.

“Hey,” you greeted back just as warmly, forcing a smile.

He gave you a quick hug and you could see Jack a little ways behind him, giving you a smile and wave. “I didn’t know you were here. We were just about to have breakfast. Why don’t you join us?”

“Oh, I…”

You were saved from having to make an excuse when Dean appeared next to Jack, his expression severe and cold all at the same time. “She’s got a hunt she’s heading out for. Possible vamp nest in Duluth. Right, Y/N?”

Just when you thought he couldn’t hurt you even more, there he went proving you wrong. “Right,” you agreed quietly. You turned a wan smile onto Sam. “I’ll take a raincheck.”

“Duluth?” Sam glanced from his brother to you. “Maybe we can give you a hand on this one.”

“We can’t,” Dean stated firmly. He gave his brother a look and Sam’s brows furrowed before realization played upon his features and his jaw tightened. He turned apologetic hazel eyes onto you. “Donna’s up that way. If she needs a hand, she can call her,” Dean added.

You felt sick to your stomach. Obviously, you weren’t heading to Duluth or anywhere near Minnesota but the way he dismissed you so casually…the pain was overwhelming. The smile you kept on Sam turned into more of a grimace. “I appreciate the offer, Sam, but I’m good. Like your brother said, I can call Donna if I need anything. Don’t worry. Thanks, though.” You squeezed his arm and then turned to make your way up the stairs.

“Best of luck,” Dean gruffed out. You turned to see pure ice staring back at you.

You pressed your lips together to keep from falling apart right there, from demanding why Dean had obviously only called you for sex and a pick-me-up when there plenty of women in Lebanon that could do that for him, from begging him to wake up and see you were right in front of him and that what you had was very much real before it was too late. Instead, you continued climbing the stairs.

“Keep us updated and give us a call if you need anything,” Sam called after you.

“Will do,” you forced out.

“Good luck,” Jack offered.

When you reached the top, you glanced once more at Dean. His expression hadn’t changed one bit. The green gaze staring back at you was cold, hard. You let out a huff and shook your head, turning to open the door and close it behind you. That had been the very last time you saw him.

After that, you went back to the motel you had been renting a room in, packed up, and headed across state lines. You ignored Dean’s calls but took Sam’s.

Apparently, at some point, you had vanished when Chuck disappeared everyone. You had no idea until Donna filled you in. That explained the several missed calls from both Sam and Dean and the voicemails they left. Both had sounded desperate, especially Dean.

“Please, Y/N. I know you’re pissed at me and I get it but please call me back. Or call Sam. I don’t care. Just as long as we know you’re still with us and that you’re okay.” His tone sounded rough around the edges but considering the context Sam gave you when you did call him (there was no way you were calling Dean, especially not now), you realized they were just desperate to get in touch with anyone, having lost Cas and being the only three forms of life left on the planet.

Dean was right, you were angry. Angry that he’d used you that night, angry that he’d broken your heart in the first place. He had pursued you before you got together, not the other way around. By the time you let your guard down enough to let him in and things kicked off between you, he was deep in. Or so he’d said. By the time he ended things, you were deep in yourself. Now…now you were in even deeper thanks to him, so deep you were pretty sure Dean would haunt you the rest of your life no matter how you tried to shut him out of your heart.

Another tear rolled down your cheek. Though, you’d never meant the word haunt literally.

You wiped your face with your sleeve and let out an aggravated breath before getting to your feet. You grabbed your coat, your emergency bag, your hunting bag, and the car keys from the table near the door. You locked up and got into the car you only used for hunts and grocery trips now, starting it and backing out of the driveway.

It’s not that you doubted what Sam had told you or Sam himself, but you needed to see things for yourself. You turned the car in the direction that would lead you to Kansas.

You opened the door to the Bunker, seeing nothing but darkness greeting you, the clanking of the door being the only sound to echo in the large chamber. That was strange. They never shut it down when they left for hunts. You hit the lights and hearing a loud thrumming sound, you watched as they came back on, one by one. You had your own key since you were also a Legacy. You’d never been more thankful for that fact when you arrived to find the Bunker locked down, no Sam in sight.

You shut the door behind you and dropped your bags near the table. You bit your lip to keep your eyes from welling up when you noticed an unfinished chess game on the table, most likely one that Dean and Cas had been engaged in, but now neither of them would be back to complete it. Instead, you focused on the matter at hand. You pulled your gun out and an angel blade, slipping the latter into your coat pocket in case you needed it. In the other pocket, you slipped a flask of holy water and a small piece of iron bar you could wield if need be. In your gun sat silver bullets; you couldn’t be too careful nowadays. Especially if the word was out to the world of the supernatural that Dean Winchester was gone and only Sam was left now, alone.

You slowly made your way down the stairs, listening intently for any other noises you might hear. All that you could make out besides your footsteps was the low hum of electricity that was commonplace for the old bunker. You cleared the library, the hallways, the kitchen, the shower room, the infirmary, the Dean Cave where you’d been forced to watch The Lost Boys and slasher films more times than you cared to count (you had dug your teeth into your bottom lip to keep from crying when you saw the DVD cover of Tombstone left near the TV), every single room in the place until you came to the one that made a lump form in your throat. You swallowed it back down and forced yourself to focus, raising your gun that much higher. You opened the door and hit the lights, scanning every which way. The room was clear.

You lowered your gun and made your way inside, the lump in your throat back again. Your eyes roamed over the hastily made bed; the empty dog bowls on the floor (which made your brows furrow in confusion slightly); the messy desk; the empty beer bottles on the table; the headphones on the nightstand; the shotguns on the wall; the books scattered about; the load of laundry sitting off to the right in a corner. Memories washed over you and your eyes began to sting as tears welled up.

You’d walked into the room to find Dean jamming out on his bed, listening to music through the headphones he’d insisted on buying on your last trip. You huffed out a laugh and dropped the laundry basket of folded clothes onto the bed, garnering his attention.

He opened his eyes and glanced up to find you smiling at him.

“What are you listening to?”

He held one of the phones away from his ear and you could hear some serious strumming of heavy metal guitar coming out of it. “Huh?”

“I said, what are you listening to?” You asked a little louder.

“What?” He nearly yelled.

You picked up the top item from your pile, his Scooby Doo underthings, and playfully tossed it at him. It landed squarely on his chest and he immediately jumped up as if it had burned him, his cheeks turning redder by the second as he threw the headphones onto the bed.

“You did my laundry?” He asked in horror.

Amazing. You two had explored every single inch of each other time and time again, been sort of rooming together for the past month, but he was embarrassed that you washed his dirty underwear?

You shrugged and began to place his folded clothes on the bed. “I had room in the washer so I figured I’d grab yours, too. You’re welcome.”

“You washed our clothes together?” He sounded genuinely surprised.

You gasped and gave him a mock look of horror. “Oh no, not together.” You tossed a pair of jeans over at him and he caught it in time. “I used detergent, fabric softener, dryer sheets, and everything,” you teased. “But putting it away is where I draw the line, pal. That’s on you.” You pointed to the neat pile sitting on the bed before moving over to the door to head to the room you kept your things in down the hall.

Arms wrapped around you from behind, stopping your trek, and Dean murmured into your ear, “You washed my clothes for me?”

“And folded, too,” you pointed out. “Don’t forget that.”

“Mmm, what else can I get you to do for me?” He grabbed the basket from you and placed it down before gripping your hips and moving in to kiss your neck.

“Hey, I’m not your maid. I had room in the washer, that was it. Don’t get used to this,” you laughed before digging your teeth into your lip when you felt his tongue on a particular part of your skin.

“What if I want to get used to this?” He moved up to your jaw line.

“I’d say you’re SOL. Unless…”

“Unless?” He hummed near your lips.

“Unless you finally let me tidy up this room a little.”

His head shot up, frowning down at you. “What? Why, what’s wrong with how it is now?”

“Well,” You wrapped your arms around his neck. “Some of these papers on the desk need organizing, the books can be put in a stack on the table over there, these empty beer bottles can be thrown out, the shotguns you have near the bed can be put away…”

“There’s nothing wrong with anything you just mentioned,” he grumbled.

“Oh, really? So the other night when you were doing that thing—”

“That thing you really like,” he interrupted, smirking cockily at you.

You had to keep from rolling your eyes and smirking yourself. “When I moved, I knocked into the shotgun and it fell. It almost went off. You remember that?”

“Nothing happened or went off, well, except you.” His smirk got even bigger. “You remember that?”

This time you gently swatted at his shoulder. “Dean.”

He heard the warning in your no-nonsense tone and laughed, leaning in to kiss you. “Alright,” he whispered to your lips. “I’ll put the shotguns up out of the way. But everything else stays.”

You huffed out an exasperated breath. One of these days when he wasn’t looking, you swore you’d do as exactly as you’d suggested. Clear out the empty bottles and stack the books at the very least.

“Hey, it’s all about compromise, right? Speaking of that,” He turned you around in his arms and you were once again facing the laundry basket he’d left on the floor. “Find a space and keep some of ‘em in here.”

A pleasant shock ran through you. “Are you sure?” You whispered.

He slowly turned you back around and gently cupped your chin. “Yeah, sweetheart, I’m sure. You’re practically sleeping in here every night, anyway. I’d rather you not have to put back on the same clothes from the night before or walk naked down to your room. Then again, naked…”

You glared up at him, making him chuckle and brush his lips against yours. “I just didn’t want to crowd you,” you admitted after a moment. “It’s your space. If I’m in here too much, I can—”

“I want you here.” You gazed into his green eyes, unsure, but all you saw staring back at you was softness with a glint of earnestness. He was telling you the truth; he really wanted you to stay.

“Okay,” you agreed with a shy smile.

He beamed at you and then picked you up, making you gasp loudly and wrap your legs around his waist. “Not that you’re gonna be needing them right now.”

You shook your head and kissed him as he walked you both towards the bed. When he had you on it, you could hear the music coming from the forgotten headphones. “Is that…Whitesnake?”

Dean smirked down at you. “Uh huh. One sec.” He reached over, quickly clicked something on his phone, and the music suddenly changed. You smiled when a familiar song started up.

“Really?”

“What? It’s our song.”

You framed his face with your hands, looking up at him affectionately. “Dean Winchester, secretly sentimental and sensitive guy extraordinaire,” you teased him.

“Shut up,” he mumbled. “I’m not any of that crap. It’s the first song we made good use of Baby’s backseat to, that’s all. Now that you’re staying in here, we gotta celebrate.”

Romantic. You rolled your eyes but smiled. “Like I said, sentimental.” You pulled him down to you and kissed him sweetly. Needless to say, he had been right; you hadn’t needed your clothes for a little while.

You took in a ragged breath, your fingers gently touching over the papers on his desk. While you hated the empty beer bottles and you didn’t want to end up possibly shot with a salt round during a passionate moment of sex, you really hadn’t minded how he had things. You knew this was the first home he and Sam ever really had. He could keep things messy or disorganized if he wanted to; he had more than earned the right. It might sound silly to someone else but he deserved to experience living in a home, mess and all, like everyone did at some point in their lives. Not only did he not have a place to do that since he’d been four years old, he’d never felt comfortably settled in anywhere ever to be able to do it. You remembered him and Sam telling you how long it had taken Dean to settle into this room, to think of the Bunker as not just theirs but home. You’d kick the crap out of anyone who tried to take that away from him, and you would be the last person to try to do it yourself. You still thanked him when he hung the shotguns up on the wall; you were beyond grateful. That time, he was the one who went off and quite happily.

A sob nearly tore its way out of your chest when you saw his handwriting on one of the papers. Your fingertips traced each letter. How could he really be gone?

You ran your fingers over an open file, wondering what he had been looking at, when you heard the clicking of nails on the floor behind you. You spun, lifting your gun, to find Sam standing in the doorway, watching you with wide eyes as a dog appeared beside him. That must have been what you’d heard. You lowered the gun and let out a relieved breath. “What are you doing here?”

You winced internally at your question. He had every right to be here, this was his home. You were the intruder.

“The monitoring system we set up… I was alerted that someone was in the Bunker. I locked it down and I know only he and I had the keys, so I didn’t know if…” You watched as he compulsively swallowed.

You turned back to the desk. “I get that. Where were you, by the way? Why did you lock it down?” He didn’t answer for a moment when you glanced over your shoulder at him, seeing his gaze glued to the ground. “Sam?”

His eyes flicked up to yours and he swallowed again. “I was on my way to Austin. For a case. But then…” He gestured towards you. “I turned around and headed back to see.” You noticed he didn’t mention why he had locked the Bunker down but then again, he didn’t really need to. Who else would be coming here now that Dean, Cas, and Jack were gone? Mary was gone as well as most of the other hunters you’d worked with over the past couple of years. Apocalypse World Bobby was still up in Minnesota somewhere. Apocalypse World Charlie and Stevie had moved East, choosing to retire after what happened with Chuck temporarily disappearing everyone. Garth and Bess still lived in their home with their family. Jody and the girls had their own operation up in Sioux Falls with Donna lending a hand every now and then. And you…well, you never told Sam where you were.

You gave him a slow nod and dropped your eyes back down to the desk, running your fingers over the pages of an open lore book Dean had been reading. It was probably ridiculous but you thought maybe you could somehow still feel him here (though you did not want him to be a ghost), that perhaps by touch or sight or smell even that you could somehow connect to what his last days had been like. You wondered if he somehow knew deep down or if he hadn’t seen it coming. Even though he had always told you that he didn’t see a good ending for himself down the road, that he was forever bound to this life, you knew he also secretly fantasized about his life going in a different direction, one he’d included you in once upon a time. You then wondered if there was a girl somewhere who was either waiting for a phone call she would never get or was crying her eyes out because Sam had given her the news like he had you. It hurt to think that maybe he had found someone that he envisioned another future with instead of you, with someone he knew without a shadow of a doubt that Chuck hadn’t inserted into his life as a manipulation or a story device. Someone that he didn’t question what he had with them, if it was real. Though at the same time, you hoped he found a little piece of happiness. You still loved him enough to want that for him.

You briefly closed your eyes in pain when you remembered that last night you spent with him, telling him you loved him. You truly meant it and even though he hurt you again and again, you still did. You forced the thought away and instead chose to focus on the open book in front of you. “What was he working on?” You choked out, quietly clearing your throat once you heard how rough your voice sounded.

You turned the page, seeing mentions of witches and vampires, when you realized Sam never answered you. You glanced back at him, arching your brows in question.

Sam’s eyes were wide and laser focused on your body, his mouth hanging open. Shit.

You should’ve known that despite the dark clothing you were wearing, the long black coat you were sporting, turning away from him, that you wouldn’t be able to hide your secret much longer. Truthfully, it wasn’t even something you’d thought about when you set out for the bunker. Had Sam been here when you arrived, he probably would have seen it then.

You turned towards the younger Winchester and Sam’s eyes flickered up to you. “Are you…?”

“Yes, Sam.”

Sam closed his mouth and swallowed, glancing back and forth between you and your protruding belly. You read the clear question in his eyes that he was burning to ask.

“You’re going to be an uncle.”

Except the few times he’d been close to death, you’d never seen Sam look so pale.

You and Sam sat on the edge of Dean’s bed, Miracle (as you’d come to find out was the dog’s name) laid at your feet, his head on his paws.

“How?” Sam finally asked you.

You snorted in amusement. “You know how.”

“No, I mean… Why didn’t you tell Dean? Did you tell Dean? Because he didn’t tell me and I don’t think that’s something he wouldn’t have told me.”

You wet your lips with your tongue, feeling the heavy weight of guilt and sadness wrap around you once more. “No. I didn’t tell him,” you whispered. It was now the biggest regret of your life, right before the second biggest one of you walking out of the bunker the morning you’d last seen him and not fighting harder to get him to let you back in.

“Were you ever going to?”

Your eyes snapped to Sam at the judgment clear as day in his tone and they narrowed. “No, I wasn’t. He made it pretty clear he wanted nothing more to do with me or anything related to me. So, no, Sam, I wasn’t,” you snapped.

He pressed his lips into a thin line and looked down at his lap.

You turned your gaze forward again, taking a breath to tamp down the familiar anger and resentment that you’d worked so hard to try to let go of. After a moment, you rubbed at your forehead. “Yes,” you muttered. “I don’t know. I think so…”

Sam stayed quiet and let you sort through your thoughts which you were grateful for. You’d been caught completely off guard by the pregnancy yourself. When you found out, you thought back to how you unwisely didn’t take your usual precautions and since you and Dean had broken up long before that, you hadn’t been too concerned with maintaining your birth control.

You’d thought over your options. Bringing a kid into the hunting lifestyle was the worst thing you could do to it. Dean and Sam were living proof. Their mom herself had known it which was why she tried to get out when she married their dad. Not to mention, it would make you vulnerable in your line of work and the kid would always be in danger, always have a target on its back. Plus, you were pretty sure that even if you told Dean, he’d be less than thrilled. He always told you he didn’t want kids, for the very reasons you were now facing. And did you really want to bring a kid into the world that Chuck was about to end, only to have a father who was dismissive of it, or even hated it? You didn’t think Dean would be capable, he’d been great with Jack and Ben after all, but this was different. This kid would have his blood, his genes, would look like him somewhat. Sure, he had that in Emma once and that had torn him up, but this would also be different. This was for the long haul. And that’s only if he even wanted to be in this kid’s life. Which he might opt not to. How could you do that to your child? So you considered choosing to end the pregnancy, which would have been a true mercy given everything stacked against it before it would be born, but eventually you decided otherwise.

You’d heard the baby’s heartbeat on a checkup while you were still mulling it over, and that was it. Dean wanted to know if what you had was real or not? Here it was, its little heart thumping away deep within your body. After that visit, you’d decided the hell with it. You were someone who believed everything happened for a reason, well before things with Chuck went bad though you still operated on this age-old belief most of the time. You were having a kid, one who would be half of you and half of Dean, the love of your life for all intents and purposes. Though it had hurt when he dismissed you that morning, perhaps this had been the reason why he called you out of the blue, wanting you to come to him, and why you went despite knowing what would most likely happen and how much pain it would cause you.

So you made a decision to start pulling out of hunting. Donna rented her family cabin in Hibbing to you. Bobby hadn’t been back since Mary died so it was sitting empty and unused. You hid the pregnancy as best you could but ultimately, once the first trimester was over and you had popped, you couldn’t hide it anymore. Donna found out though she never knew who the father was. She didn’t pry which you appreciated. When she called you to warn you that Billie was making people disappear left and right, a familiar fear clawed at your chest. Not only fear for your child but also the fear of what if Dean found out about it. That was the only thing that kept you from offering to come down to Kansas to help.

“We’re going into some place warded to protect us. You should do the same. I can send you pictures of the sigils they’re using.”

“Okay, thanks. Are you sure you’re going to be alright?”

“Yeah, don’t you worry. We’ll figure this out. You just stay safe in the cabin. You and…well, you know.”

You appreciated her staying discreet when you heard Sam’s voice in the background. “I will. Thanks, D.”

“You betcha. Talk soon.”

You hung up and Donna did indeed send you the pictures. You did your best with what you had but it didn’t matter in the end. The last thing you remembered was painting a sigil on the window and then everything went black. The next thing you knew, you were back at the window, your finger extended towards the glass, the half-finished sigil staring back at you. You noticed the sun was in a different position in the sky than it had been and you immediately grabbed your cell phone. Two days had passed. How?

It hit you then what happened and you dropped the phone with a cry, immediately grabbing at your stomach. You ran for the machine Jody had shipped to you after Donna told her. At the time you’d been annoyed, but right now, you couldn’t be happier at the sheriff knowing about your pregnancy once your baby’s heartbeat echoed throughout the bedroom. You let out a huge sigh of relief, rubbing your belly affectionately. “We had quite a scare there, didn’t we, kiddo?”

It dawned on you then that while you had vanished, you were back, baby and all. Did that mean everyone else was back, too? You went back downstairs for your cell phone and immediately called Donna. Yep, everyone was back, they had all disappeared, and it wasn’t Billie but Chuck who had done it. You asked after Dean and Sam and that was when she told you about Cas and then Jack. You knew both brothers would be devastated, especially Dean, and you considered breaking your radio silence to call him. However, you chickened out at the last second and called Sam instead to check in.

It’s not that a part of you didn’t want to tell Dean he was going to be a father, it was that you were scared of what would happen when you did. Originally, you had feared that he would turn his back on you completely, more importantly on his kid, but now you were worried that maybe it would be the exact opposite. While you would be happy for him to be actively involved in your child’s life as its dad, you also knew Dean. He would try to resume things between you, make it work for the kid’s sake. Just look at how long he tried to make it work with Lisa for Ben’s sake. Not that he didn’t love her and he ended up leaving to protect them, but even Lisa knew his heart wasn’t in it. While that had been for different reasons involving hunting and Sam’s reappearance in his life, he still tried to make it work. But as he’d told you, the family thing didn’t work for him, and besides he already had a family with Sam, Cas, and Jack. You hadn’t missed how he didn’t include you in that group; you supposed you should’ve known then.

You didn’t want him to fake wanting to be with you just to give your kid some semblance of a family life that Dean himself hadn’t really had. You didn’t know if you could take him forcing himself to kiss you goodnight before turning his back on you every single night. Or forcing a smile when he’d come home after a long day and you were the first thing he saw when he stepped inside. It was a ridiculous fear to have, you knew that, and you should be stronger than this — you were stronger than this. Not to mention, you knew you were being selfish and not at all fair to your baby or Dean. But the images kept replaying over and over in your mind, making you flinch, and you told yourself you’d tell him the next day. The next day turned into next week, then the next month. Before you knew it, you were in your third trimester and you were getting a call from his younger brother to inform you of his untimely death.

Maybe that’s really why you raced down here from Hibbing. Maybe that’s why you wanted to see for yourself that he was gone. Not only to confirm that the man who had your heart was gone for good, but also so you could tell him, hoping he might hear it wherever he now was. Or maybe by some act of mercy Jack could relay it to him, wherever Jack was. It was cowardly, you were a coward, and you hated yourself for it. You knew you should have told Dean months ago, after you found out that he and Sam had beaten Chuck, Jack was in charge of the universe now, and the world was not coming to an end anytime soon. Regardless, you couldn’t turn back the clock.

A tear escaped that you quickly wiped away, not caring if Sam saw or not. “You know, when you first told me about Dean, I considered a demon deal.”

Sam’s head snapped up. “No! That’s not what he would want! No!”

You held out a placating hand. “I know. I’m not going to do that.” He seemed to deflate slightly in relief. “I can’t, anyway.” You motioned to your bulging stomach. “I couldn’t do that to my kid. Only be around for 10 years and then poof, I’m gone? Even if it had Dean, if Dean wanted it that is, it’s still terrible to do that to a kid.” You winced slightly when you realized you were saying this to Sam Winchester of all people.

“Dean would’ve wanted it,” he assured you quietly.

You grimaced and dropped your gaze down to the dog who was staring up at you. “Maybe.” You reached down to pet his head.

Sam placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. “He would’ve.”

You stayed quiet for a moment, thinking over his words, when you murmured, “Is there any way to get him back?”

Sam let you go and his hazel eyes began to shimmer. “No,” he choked out. “I, uh, checked with Jack and he said it was his time. So…no.”

“What?” You snapped, getting to your feet. “After everything you’ve done for that kid? He just—”

Sam got to his feet, tenderly cradling your shoulders. “I know. I didn’t want to hear it either but…Jack’s right.” Your jaw dropped, ready to let some f-bombs fly (which you usually tried to avoid since the baby could now hear you), when Sam’s hands moved up to your face, trying to get you to listen. “He was ready to go. Jack confirmed it. Dean’s in Heaven and he’s at peace.”

Tears were on the edge of falling when you heard that. “He’s in Heaven?”

Sam nodded, a tear making its way down his cheek. “Yeah. He is.”

If Dean was in Heaven…well, then that was some consolation at least. Just when he thought he’d never make it there thanks to his being a demon for a short stint, being killed by a Hell Hound, and everything that had occurred over the years — even some of the things he’d done. But that also meant he was gone, for good this time. It was confirmed; he wasn’t coming back. It hit you like a freight train and it punched a huge hole in your chest. You felt as if you were falling, falling, and would never stop. Dean was…gone. “Then he’s…”

“He’s gone,” Sam confirmed. “He’s not coming back.”

Your knees buckled and you nearly fell, Sam thankfully having caught you. You heard a wailing sound but you had no idea where it was coming from until you felt it ripping its way out of your body. Sam gingerly picked you up in his arms and moved you onto the bed. You were violently sobbing and you barely noticed Sam holding you, gently rocking you back and forth, his own tears falling into your hair. Miracle had jumped up and laid next to you, whining quietly and trying to shove his head under your hands, rubbing his body carefully against your belly.

There was no way. No way that this was real. This had to be a nightmare. But when you heard Sam sniffle above you, choking out, “It’s going to be okay, Y/N. I promise, it’s going to be okay,” you knew that it wasn’t. Memories of Dean’s face, his laugh, his smiles, his touch, his scent, the way he looked at you when you’d both been happy together, his kisses, the way he felt like home in a way that no other person or place ever could, the way he made you feel safe — all of it smashed over you like a tidal wave and it didn’t let up. Dean Winchester, the man you’d loved with all of your heart, the man whose child you now carried inside of you, was gone. And there was nothing you could do to bring him back.

Dean had just pulled the Impala over at a beautiful spot, where you could see nature’s beauty for miles. He rested back against Baby and marveled at it all. There was even a double rainbow that showed up and Dean chuckled, knowing that had to be Jack’s doing considering there hadn’t been any rain. Then he wondered if it did rain at all. How did things like that work up here anyhow?

He was still enjoying the view when Jack popped in next to him.

“There he is.” Dean grinned and went to give him a hug before he thought better of it. “Am I still allowed to…you know?”

Jack smiled. “Of course. I like hugs.”

Dean laughed and embraced him tightly. “Thanks, kid. For everything you did up here, I mean. Bobby told me.” He pulled back, clapping his shoulder in thanks. “So, where’s Cas?”

“He’ll be along shortly but first, I need to show you something.”

Dean’s brows furrowed but he shrugged. “Okay.”

Jack placed a hand on Dean’s shoulder and next thing Dean knew, he was back in his old room at the Bunker. “Whoa,” he whispered, thinking Jack and Cas had built the Bunker just for him. He would be able to wait for Sam here, in his home. He hoped the TV in the Dean Cave worked and that he still had access to his music. Baby’s radio had worked so he had high hopes. He was about to thank Jack when his eyes suddenly caught sight of someone in his bed. Well, two someones.

He glanced towards Jack who gave him a subtle nod, silently encouraging him to get closer. Dean shot him a confused look but did move closer. When he caught sight of you, his heart dropped into his stomach. Even being dead, he felt the same exact thing he felt the last time he had seen you. You were the one who got away, or more appropriately, the one he pushed away.

Sure, he’d been confused when he found out everything in his life was a lie when Chuck revealed himself to be a giant dick, but he did love you. He had such trouble reconciling the two: what he knew to be true and what his mind was telling him. No other romantic relationship had worked out for him, all two of them prior to you, and now he knew why. Chuck liked him better on his own, being the guy with no strings attached and rolling through town to save the girl, kill the monsters, get thanked, and move on his way. The only other person Chuck liked having in the Impala regularly was Sam. You, well, you he hadn’t seen coming and after the Big Bad Chuck reveal, he had to wonder why.

He had never meant to hurt you, though he couldn’t seem to stop from doing it. If things weren’t real between you all of this time, he didn’t want to keep pretending like they were. That wasn’t fair to either of you and he certainly didn’t want to continue stringing you along when his heart was no longer in it like it used to be. So he let you go, as painful as it was and as wrong as it felt, he did the right thing by you. Then that night he’d called you out of the blue, he’d been torn up about Cas’ revelations about Jack’s actual role in Billie’s plan, how badly he wanted Chuck gone, and how while he didn’t want to sacrifice the kid, he wanted his and Sam’s freedom more. Without thinking, he’d picked up the phone and dialed you. He shocked himself when he asked you to come over after hearing you weren’t that far away, and you shocked him even more when you agreed.

Dean hadn’t planned for you two to be intimate, but once you were there, right in front of him, it hit him hard how much he missed you, missed what you had together. So he made a move and you let him. He’d put everything he had, everything he felt but couldn’t tell you, into this stolen moment in time between you. And then the next morning, he thought it had all been a dream until he turned his head and saw you laying there, hair adorably disheveled, sheet covering you, doing something on your phone. It briefly reminded him of the many mornings he’d woken to find you in this exact same position, already up after a wild night, searching for cases. He wanted to bask in the comfort and familiarity for a moment longer, but when you turned and smiled at him, greeting him like you always had, he started kicking himself internally. He didn’t want you to think that this meant things would change when he knew they wouldn’t. He was being unfair to you and it wasn’t right. He’d been a selfish bastard and now he had to go into dick mode which would hurt you again. And sure enough, he knew he did when he saw your face fall as he easily dismissed you, not once but twice. He winced at the memory; he certainly didn’t blame you for not taking his calls or returning his voicemails after that.

The truth was that while he had initially been confused about his feelings for you and their validity, he knew he cared deeply about you and the most important thing was keeping you safe. He didn’t want you involved in the Chuck showdown, which is why he rudely dismissed you that morning, making up an excuse of a case in Duluth, something he knew you’d go along with. After watching you leave, as the door closed behind you, his heart fell into his stomach and he felt about three inches tall. He hated hurting you, hated pushing you away, but he knew it was for the best. You needed to be safe; not a target for Chuck.

After Chuck had been defeated and Jack took over, Dean realized in those months that he’d been a grade A idiot when it came to you. Sure, he’d been a cold dick, but he also had been a complete dumbass. He still loved you and he missed the hell out of you. What you had together had been something special that he stupidly threw away. There were quite a few nights after quite a few drinks, he’d picked up his phone and hovered over your number but he never actually called it. How could he even think of asking you to forgive him and give him another chance? After everything he’d said and done? He truly was a selfish bastard.

When he didn’t call, he then switched over to all of the photos and videos he had taken of you and both of you together. As he heard your laughter, saw both of your smiles, watched how you looked at him and the affection you’d shown him, he continued drowning his sorrows. He wanted so much to talk to you, to apologize and explain, and ask if he could come see you, but he never let himself ask. He didn’t deserve it; he knew that.

Now, here you were, asleep on his bed, Miracle curled up next to you. Staring down at you, he wondered how the hell he had ever let you go. And now, he’d never get to hold you again, feel your touch, or even share a conversation with you ever again. Even though Dean was at peace with his fate, regret languished within his chest the more he studied your face. He reached out to brush some hair back over your face but sadness overwhelmed him when he realized he couldn’t even do that small simple touch. Not anymore.

Dean’s eyes narrowed when he noticed an arm curled around you, almost protectively, pinning you to another body. His gaze traveled up that arm to find his younger brother, asleep right behind you. That surprised him but he quickly put two and two together. You must have gone to the Bunker when Sam called you to tell you the news and here you were, in Dean’s room, asleep on his bed with his dog. And while he didn’t begrudge you or his little brother some comfort you both might need, he didn’t like the look of that embrace or that Sam’s face was buried into the back of your neck.

Dean glanced back down at the arm, seeing Miracle staring right up at him. He couldn’t help but smile at the canine who had been his companion for months before he died. “Hey, boy,” he whispered, not sure if he would be heard or not but not wanting to startle you if he was. “How are you?”

Miracle didn’t seem to react at first, not until he got up and moved closer, wagging his tail. Dean went to try to pet the dog, hoping he could at least touch the animal, but he never got that far. His eyes zeroed in on just what Miracle’s body had been blocking.

His wide eyes flicked up to you, to Sam, back to you, and back to your fairly large and round stomach. The hell with being heard and possibly scaring you two. He glanced back to find Jack watching him. “What the hell is going on here, Jack?”

“They’re sleeping.”

“I’m aware of that,” he growled. “But what—”

Just then, Cas popped in next to Jack. When the angel saw Dean, he offered a soft smile. Dean felt himself relax slightly and a part of him wanted to go hug the angel but another part of him was nervous to. Plus, he really wanted to know what the hell was going on. He shifted his eyes towards Jack, his jaw tightening. “What the hell are you showing me?”

Cas glanced towards the bed, realization lighting his features, before he turned to Jack as well.

“The present,” Jack simply answered.

Dean cursed under his breath, not caring that both Cas and Jack could hear him. “The present of what? Because from where I’m standing, it seems like some time has passed.” He gestured towards your stomach. He tried not to be angry with you or Sammy, he really did, but dammit, his brother knew how he felt about you! Him dying didn’t change that! Besides, Sam had something going with Eileen last he knew, whatever happened to that?

“What you’re seeing is a few days after your death.”

Surprise ran through Dean at that revelation. So, this wasn’t some screwed up future scene he was witnessing? His eyes roamed over you, coming to rest once again on your stomach. You were very pregnant, looking as if you might be ready to pop any day now, he wasn’t sure. But one thing was clear; there was no way the baby was Sam’s. Sam wouldn’t have been able to keep that secret from him that long and he just didn’t see you or Sam going behind his back like that while he was alive. You were pissed at him, maybe even hated him, but you would never do that to him. Nor would Sam. The only answer was that you had found someone else and you were starting a family with them. Now he understood your radio silence even more. You might currently be sad at the news of his death, awash in memories in his room to where you’d fallen asleep on his bed and Sam had to comfort you, but you had truly moved on. That burned him even more. While he was happy if you were happy, knowing you’d found someone who wouldn’t break your heart and would treat you better than he ever could, a part of him was saddened by this knowledge. He knew you were too good for him, that you deserved better, but to see it confirmed in such a way, well, it was heartbreaking.

“So if she’s… Then she’s…” He couldn’t even put it into words; it hurt too much.

Jack clasped Dean’s shoulder. “The child is yours, Dean.”

Dean wasn’t alive anymore but if he had been, his heart would have stopped. He turned to Jack, shocked. “What?”

“You’re going to be a father,” Jack supplied, letting him go.

“But…how?” Dean’s gaze fell on you once more.

Cas suddenly appeared on his other side. “You don’t remember how you conceived the child?”

“What? No, I just…”

“Dean,” Jack called.

When he turned to look at the new God, the latter held up a glowing finger to him that almost reminded him of that movie E.T. “What are you gonna do with that? Check my temperature?” Speaking of E.T., hadn’t that been one of the last movies picked for movie night before the Chuck showdown?

Jack smiled and touched the finger to his forehead. Within seconds, Dean was reliving every single moment between you two:

…When you’d met.

…When he decided he’d liked you while you decided you didn’t like him too much.

…His constant flirting and trying to win you over.

…Your begrudging friendship that then grew into something more.

…Your relationship.

…Your breakup.

…All of the times you’d been in pain because of him.

…That last night.

…The next morning.

Then the memories shifted to yours from after that morning:

…You finding out about the pregnancy a couple of months later.

…Your hemming and hawing over calling him to tell him.

…Your fears.

…When you’d vanished with everyone else.

…Your panic upon your reappearance.

…The time you spent getting ready to retire from hunting and set up a normal life in Hibbing while preparing for the baby.

…The call from Sam with the news of his death.

…Your regret at not telling him about his child and your drive down here.

…Your conversation with Sam.

…Your collapsing in grief at finally realizing that he was gone and not coming back.

All of it that led to the scene he was witnessing now. He felt everything you felt, heard every thought, saw every tear, every smile.

By the time Jack pulled away, Dean’s eyes were wet. He wasn’t sure how he was able to produce tears as a dead man but he did. Not only did he feel how deeply he’d hurt you, but he also felt just how deeply you loved him. He already knew he’d been an idiot when it came to you, but he really had no clue before this just how incredibly stupid he’d been. It had always been real between you. That hadn’t been Chuck. Not by a long shot.

Dean discreetly wiped his eyes. “Send me back.” His tone was firm and he wasn’t really asking.

“I’m sorry, Dean, but your time on Earth is up.”

Dean turned a menacing glare onto Jack. New God or not, he didn’t care. “She’s having my kid and she needs me. They both need me. Sam, too. After everything I’ve done for this world, you owe me.” Jack stared him down, unbothered by the taller man’s attempt to make demands. “Now I appreciate the Fixer Upper: Heaven Edition, I really do, but I should be with them. I deserve a shot at this and you know it.”

Jack mused on that for a moment before staring up at Dean sadly. “I’m afraid it doesn’t work like that.”

Dean scoffed. “Then why bother showing me any of this? Why bother telling me that it’s my kid she’s about to have? What’s the point, dammit?”

“You were afraid that you had left nothing behind of value, except Sam and your beloved car. Afraid that your life hadn’t amounted to anything in the end. No matter how many people you saved, no matter how many connections you made, no matter what good you did. ” Jack gestured towards you. “It did amount to something. You are leaving behind something, something important. A legacy,” Jack gestured to your stomach. “A family,” he waved his hand over you and Sam.

Dean’s jaw clenched and he ignored the stinging in the corner of his eyes. “So this was just to show me what I can never have. The girl, the kid, the life…that’s just aces,” he muttered.

“No, Dean,” Cas spoke up. “What Jack is trying to explain is—”

“--your life amounted to more than you thought it had,” Jack finished.

Dean watched as Miracle went back and curled up against your belly once more, his head on his paws as he watched the scene in front of him. The corner of Dean’s lips tipped up into a smile. It was almost as if the dog knew it was his kid in there. And he was determined to protect it in Dean’s absence. His smile faded though when he thought of how he wouldn’t be able to see his kid, at all. He’d had enough of this. “That’s great. Appreciate the pep talk, fellas. Now, if you could send me back so I can actually raise my legacy and take care of my family, that’d be much appreciated.”

Jack and Cas exchanged a glance. Dean knew he wasn’t winning this one but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t keep trying. “It’s not your time yet,” Jack answered cryptically.

Dean’s head snapped in his direction. “What the hell does that mean?”

“It means that now your time is in Heaven, not Earth. And it’s best if you return to it.” Before Jack could snap his fingers, Dean held up a hand.

“Whoa, wait! That’s it? You’re not even gonna let me stick around to see what I’m gonna have?”

Jack smiled once more. “You’re going to have a son. A strong, healthy son.”

Dean reeled from that information. “A son?” He choked out.

Jack gave him a happy nod and held his fingers up again.

“Wait, wait! I’m serious, Jack. Why can’t I stick around?”

“You know what happens to ghosts, Dean. Besides, you’ve already been admitted to Heaven.”

“But you can do something about that, right? Like bring me back?” When Jack didn’t respond, Dean became desperate. “At least let me check in on them every now and then or something! You’re telling me you can’t even do that? You’re freaking God!”

Jack’s smile faded. “You’re not an angel, Dean.”

“No,” Cas interrupted. “But I am.” Cas stretched out his wings that were a lot brighter than Dean remembered. If he wasn’t dead, he was pretty sure he would at they very least be blinded from the brightness right about now. “I can take him back when he’s ready and I can escort him on any future visits.”

Dean was shocked but also beyond grateful at Cas’ offer. While they hadn’t spoken yet about how things were left between them before The Empty took away the angel, he couldn’t imagine it would be easy for Cas to watch as he pined over someone else, as he watched his kid grow, but Dean was grateful all the same.

Jack appeared to think this over before meeting Cas’ intent gaze. “You will make sure to bring him back each time.” At Cas’ nod, Jack gave him a knowing yet affectionate smile. “I expect you to keep to the rules during these visits.”

“Of course,” Cas agreed.

Jack then glanced over at Dean. “If you’re worried about her and your child, you don’t need to be. Sam is going to watch over them.” Dean’s eyes widened slightly and his head snapped in your direction, his eyes shifting to Sam’s arm around you.

“What the hell does that mean?” He demanded.

“It means that your family is going to be safe. They’re going to stick together. Sam is going to help Y/N raise your son. He won’t allow any harm to come to them.”

His jaw tightened, thinking it should be his arm over you, him behind you, him helping you raise your kid, you two together. He should be the one to take his son fishing, teach him about girls when he got older, show him how to keep Baby going, be the father his old man had the potential to be but minus a few things. He’d do whatever it took to keep the kid out of hunting, to give him a shot at a full happy life. He’d give up hunting himself in order to make it happen. And you…if you’d take him back, he’d never leave your side. Hell, he’d marry you if you let him. After Jack had caught him up to speed on everything you went through, everything you had felt and were feeling, he’d spend the rest of his life making it up to you, letting you know every single day just how much he loved you, if only you’d let him. If only Jack would allow him to come back. It felt beyond wrong that he wasn’t there and Sam was stepping into his place. Sam shouldn’t have to; he should be able to go and build his own family with Eileen or whoever, get married, have a couple of kids, buy a house, get out of hunting and go back to school — do whatever he wanted with his life. Not this.

“Dean.”

His eyes slowly lifted to Jack’s, who was a lot closer now than he had been before. He laid a reassuring hand on the man’s shoulder. “It’s as it should be. After you died, Sam was lost. She’s going to need help when the child is born.” He stared at Dean meaningfully. “They all need this.”

Dean’s gaze briefly roamed over the three of you on the bed before landing on Jack again. He thought back to his cryptic words from before. “Will I ever meet my kid? Get to see her again? Outside of Heaven?”

Jack’s expression didn’t change nor did he say anything but he squeezed his shoulder. That was the only response Dean was going to get apparently.

Dean huffed a snort and shook his head.

“I told you, Dean. There would be no more meddling with the world from on high. I will not repeat Chuck’s mistakes. Everything is as it should be.”

Dean’s jaw clenched and he dropped his gaze. No, everything wasn’t as it should be. He made up his mind then to talk to Bobby when he got back. There had to be something he could do to get back to Earth, to get back to you and Sam and the baby…to get back to you all. If he couldn’t convince Jack to send him back, he’d find some other way.

Jack released him as Cas came to stand next to Dean. “I’ll see you back in Heaven.” He then looked at Cas. “Not too long.”

Cas gave him a nod and like that, Jack disappeared, leaving the angel and the hunter alone. Dean wasn’t thinking about how that might have set them up to talk about Cas’ last words to him before dying; right now, his focus was on you.

“Cas, please…can I touch her?”

“Dean…”

“Please,” he begged. “Just one last time. I’m not gonna get to be with her or raise my kid. I just want to touch her one last time. Please, Cas.”

Cas thought it over and then moved closer to the bed, leaning down to place two fingers against your forehead. Dean’s brows furrowed when he noticed a golden glow appear from the touch. “Whoa, whoa, Cas. What are you doing?”

“I’m giving you what you asked for. Y/N’s a light sleeper, like all of you hunters. If she wakes up, she could think she’s being attacked by a ghost or some other entity. I doubt you want that.” He pulled away and gave Dean a look.

“No,” Dean quietly agreed. Cas moved away to make room to let him in. Dean gingerly sat on the bed, about to touch you when he glanced up at the angel, unsure. Cas gave him a nod and Dean turned to gently run the backs of his fingers down your cheek. He felt your warm and soft skin this time when he came into contact with you and he let out a small breath of relief, sadness filling his chest.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. Had I known, I would’ve…” He supposed it didn’t really matter what he would’ve done. “I should’ve been there. You shouldn’t have had to go through all this alone. I should be there with you now, ready to help you take care of the kid. I…” He tenderly moved your hair behind your ear. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I never wanted to hurt you, but I had to keep you safe. I didn’t want you to become a target for Chuck. And I never should’ve…” He could feel a familiar stinging at the corners of his eyes and he wasn’t surprised that his voice was a bit gruffer when he next spoke. “I knew what we had was real. I know I questioned it for a second there but I always knew. That’s why it was so important to me that you were safe. But it doesn’t make what I did and said okay. And I’m sorry for that.” He ran his fingers lightly over your lips, wishing he could kiss you one last time, feeling you kissing him back. “I love you,” he whispered, a single tear falling down his cheek that he hastily wiped away. He stroked the apple of your cheek tenderly with his thumb. “And I always will.”

Not really wanting to pull away from you but knowing he was on a time clock, he reluctantly moved his fingers away from your face and laid his hand on your belly. He couldn’t feel anything except the taut skin underneath his fingertips, but it was enough to make him smile. “Being that you’re my kid, you’re probably going to give your mom a run for her money. Try not to make her too crazy, huh?” He let out a watery sounding laugh. “I’m sorry I can’t be there but your Uncle Sammy is going to make sure you and your mom are taken care of. Okay? He’s going to show you how to toss a ball around, help you with your homework, all that stuff. Just do me a favor, though. Don’t let him feed you kale the whole time and don’t let him get you into his true crime podcasts. The guy is a classic nerd, don’t let him turn you into one, too.” His smile slowly faded. “Saying all that, he’s one of the best guys I've ever known and I know he’ll be good to you, be good to your mom. So cut him some slack when you get older, alright?” He rubbed his thumb in gentle circles. “Take care of your mom for me. I’ll be watching over both of you. I hope I get to meet you someday.” Unable to resist, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your stomach before sitting up and coming face to face with Miracle. The dog quietly whined and Dean gave him one last good head scratch. “You look out for them, okay buddy?” The dog whined again and Dean patted him.

“Dean,” Cas gently called.

Dean nodded and slowly got to his feet. His eyes shifted to Sam who was sound asleep, giving him a soft smile. “Thanks for taking care of them, Sammy,” he whispered. He didn’t vocalize that it was only temporary, that he was hell bent and determined to find a way to get back. His eyes then landed on you and he reached out to you one last time, trailing a fingertip along the dried tear tracks on your cheek. “Cas, can we just stay until they wake up?”

“Dean, Jack said—”

“I know what Jack said,” Dean snapped, glancing back at the angel whose parted lips pressed into a thin line. Dean immediately felt sorry for snapping at him; it wasn’t Cas’ fault and he wasn’t angry with him. He softened his tone. “I just want to be here when she wakes up. That’s all.” Cas seemed to be wrestling with his request. “Please, Cas,” he begged. “I just want to see her like this, awake.” He was slightly embarrassed at admitting that to his best friend but he wasn’t sure when he’d be allowed to visit again (and what he might be able to figure out to get himself back or how long it would take), and he had the strongest urge to see you up and about, walking around, pregnant with his kid. Not to mention he wanted to hear your voice one last time. “Please,” he whispered in a broken plea.

Cas stared at him for a moment before giving him a nod. “But after she wakes, we go back.”

“Thank you, Cas.” He meant it. While he highly doubted Cas would get into any real trouble on his behalf, he knew how difficult it must be for the angel to unwillingly push against Jack’s rules. Dean turned back to you, carefully sitting down next to you, caressing your face. “Sleep, sweetheart. I’ll keep you safe,” he murmured. He also made you a silent promise: he would do whatever it took to get back to you. His eyes briefly roamed to your stomach. To get back to both of you. Fate and the universe and all that crap be damned.

A/N: Please don't hate me. *ducks tomatoes and eggs thrown*

Please let me know what you think. 👉👈

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waynes-multiverse · 1 year

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could you possibly do a Halloween drabble maybe where the reader has a Ghostface from Scream kink so Dean dresses up with the mask 🤭

A/N: Can I? Apparently, I can! Weirdly, this turned out to be up my alley 😂💀

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Warnings: +18/NSWF, language, minor angst, smut (p in v, dirty talk, one playful mention of the word slut, a bit of role play, creampie)

Word Count: 1.1k

Main Masterlist || Dirty Drabbles

Scream

The lights in the corridor are flickering, an eerie feeling haunting your veins as a shudder runs down your spine and forces goosebumps onto your skin.

Carefully, you wander down the hallway labyrinth of the bunker, following a noise that seems to be coming from the main bathrooms. You’re a skilled huntress with years of experience, but whenever the boys leave you alone at night in the magical underground prison, things always get a little tense. After all, who knows what might escape. From wicked witches to wood nymphs, you sure had your fair share of weirdness since moving into your boyfriend’s home. It doesn’t help that it’s close to Halloween either, and you and Dean have been watching his favorite horror flicks nonstop this past week.

“Sam? Dean?” you warily call out, knowing full well there won’t be an answer coming since the guys are still out on their supply run.

A few more quiet steps and you’ve reached the bathroom. The door is ajar like it usually is unless someone’s currently using the showers, so you slowly push it further open, gripping your weapon of choice – a machete – tightly in your hands as you enter.

Suddenly, something moves in your periphery, and you swing your weapon at the tall, black shadow, aiming to behead it with one swift move of your blade. But the figure skillfully ducks and swirls you around, catching you from behind and holding you tight.

You’re pressed flush against the unknown assailant, but something feels familiar about the strong arms that are caging you in. And then, you notice the irresistible scent that instantly weakens your knees – a mix of sandalwood, gunpowder, leather, and whiskey.

“Dean!” You frown, realizing who your attacker is, and hear your boyfriend’s loud laugh, dropping the machete to the tiles. “I almost killed you, you idiot!”

“Oh, c’mon, wasn’t even close,” he chuckles, but his deep voice sounds muffled, and as you peer back at him, you can see the Ghostface mask he’s wearing and scowl anew.

“Seriously?!” You cock an eyebrow in annoyance. This is what you get for disclosing one of your deepest fantasies and sharing a dirty little secret with him. As you watched the Scream movies last week, you told him that you wouldn’t say no to a little murderous fuck. Of course, Dean would immediately use that knowledge against you.

“C’mon,” he laughs amusedly and starts to grind the bulging erection under his jeans into your ass. “You said you wanted to fuck Ghostface. Just making your fantasy come true, sweetheart…”

Turning in his hold, you lift the mask from his face a little and drape your arms around his neck, watching him closely with narrowed eyes as he smirks broadly at you. And then, you cave with a loud sigh, “Fine. How you wanna do this, my little killer?”

A chuckle vibrates in his chest as he pulls the mask over his freckled face again and pushes you back against the counter with the sink. He manhandles you to face the large mirror, your elbows propping up on the cool marble as he yanks your ass to him and spreads your legs further apart. He’s quick like a cat in shimmying your pajama shorts down till they pool around your ankles.

You hear the clink of a metal belt buckle as you observe him closely in the mirror, arousal pooling between your thighs. His fingers are quick to rub through your slick folds, hearing his little hums of approval behind you.

“Hmmm, so wet for me, baby. Gonna stab you real good with my dick tonight,” he says, and while you can’t see his face, you know he’s grinning like a little kid under the frightening mask, clearly proud of himself for his specially tailored dirty talk. “Gonna ram that knife into you deep and hard till you’re screaming, sweetheart.”

You want to sigh, but you know it’s useless. Besides, you hate to admit it, but his words are turning you on somehow, barely able to wait till you do get stabbed by that giant knife of his. You push your ass back against his fully erect and now freed dick, causing him to chuckle at your impatience. “You’re gonna fuck me or what, Mr. Killer-Dick?”

“Such an impatient little slut tonight, huh?” Dean teases before you feel his thick cockhead press against your dripping entrance. Gripping your hips tightly, he slams in with one harsh and fast thrust, pushing you forward on the counter as he immediately sets a merciless pace from the beginning. “’S that what you want, huh?”

“Fuck, yeah,” you whimper as every deep pound of his hits your cervix and the sweet spot in the back perfectly.

“Eyes open, Y/N. Watch me fuck you in the mirror. Want you to see the face you make when you come on my fat cock, baby girl,” Dean orders you, dominance and amusement lacing his baritone voice, and you try your best to keep your eyelids from squeezing shut as he hits you harder and harder, watching the two of you in the mirror. “Shit, baby, never felt so wet before… Seems like you really like that, hm? Watching yourself get fucked by a serial killer.”

You can’t help but agree, feeling your juices gush out of you and coat his throbbing cock like they never have before. You’d feel ashamed if you didn’t enjoy it so goddamn much, and Dean clearly didn’t seem to mind it either, feeling his dick twitch inside of you in sheer delight.

“Fuck, so close, Dean…”

“Yeah? Cum on my cock, baby,” he pants, his breathing growing more labored as well as beads of sweat collect under the mask. “Wanna hear you scream my name as I fill you up with my seed…”

“Dean, fuck, please… Shit!” Your walls grip him tight as he picks up a relentless pace before the coil in your belly snaps, the first few stars coming into your view behind your eyelids as you come hard around him.

Dean’s palms steady your trembling body, pushing deep into you with one last thrust as he chases his own release, filling your cunt with sticky warmth. His groan echoes through the quiet bathroom in harmony with your moans as the two of you come down from your highs.

Pulling out of you, Dean removes the mask and heaves an exhaustive sigh, a blissful smile decorating his ample lips as he wipes the sweat from his forehead with his henley. His head cocks to the side, watching the milky mix of cum and your juices trickle out of your pussy and down your thighs as you catch your breath on the bathroom counter.

He chuckles mischievously. “Screampie.”

“Dean!” You frown scoldingly and sigh once more. Some things will never change, you suppose.

Yes, I'm super proud of that joke, duh 🤣

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justagirlinafandomworld · 2 years

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I want to say a great big THANK YOU to the writers on this list. You are incredible, thank you for sharing your works on this hellsite and sorry this list is being posted on October 31st - months later than your recognition deserves! ❤️

This list is alphabetical by fandom (mostly), then by character. Summaries and warnings are included as provided by the authors.

Read what you like and share what you love!

2022 reading list | fic rec masterlist

Dividers provided by @firefly-graphics

Marvel

Devour by @cockslutpadalecki

Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes (no Stucky)

A mutual agreement, that’s all it is. An arrangement between friends. Except now that Y/N has acquired quite a taste for them, she doesn’t want anyone else.

Warnings: oral sex (male receiving), deep throating, mentions of female masturbation and mentions of use of a vibrator.

CW!Bucky Drabble by @sweeterthanthis

Bucky Barnes

anon request: kinda wanna blow cw!bucky with 'nothing's gonna hurt you baby' playing in the background then ride the common sense out of him for good measureWarnings: 18+. Smut.

Sway by @indyluckycharlie

Bucky Barnes x Sarah Wilson

Sarah agrees to be Bucky’s plus one, but she’s not interested in being anything more than friends. Right?Warnings: fluff

Star Trek 2009

Three Things by @imamotherfuckingstar-lord

Jim Kirk x Reader

Your friend asks what are the three things you look for in a man.

Warnings: none provided

Supernatural

From the Pits of Hell by @fluffiest-dreams

Sam Winchester x Female Reader

Prompt from: I'll Be by Edwin McCain

Warnings: none provided

(Don't) Wake Me Up by @fluffiest-dreams

Castiel x Female Reader

A morning with Cas.

Warnings: none provided

Game Night by @evergreencowboy

dom!Dean Winchester x sub!Reader

You decide to send Dean a few dirty texts while at game night with all your closest friends… it doesn’t go as planned.

Warnings: sexting… a whole lot of it, exhibitionism if you squint I guess, mentions of sex, a BJ, and masturbation, sir kink, swearing, there’s no actual smut in this really

The Lip Bite Thing by @evansrogerskitten

Dean Winchester x Reader

His damn lip bite makes you crazy.Warnings: Dean being sexy af. Sexual tension, kissing, implied smut.

Best Laid Plans - Chapter 10 - The Final Chapter by @thinkinghardhardlythinking

Jensen Ackles x Female Reader

Wedding planner rom-com fic but Jensen is our leading man. Y/N is a wedding planner, hired to plan the wedding of the mean girl bully that made her life hell back at school. But who’s that guy over there, in the Impala from that show she likes?Warnings: Fluffy fluffiness

The Sacrifice by @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior

Dean Winchester x Y/N

I swear, if you could see him, you'd get it.Warnings: None. Pure fluff, except for the painful torture of a Chevy Sonic.

Top Gun: Maverick

Just a Memory by @writercole

Rooster Bradshaw

Being called back to Top Gun wasn’t something that Rooster Bradshaw expected. What he expected even less was what awaited him the night he got in.

Warnings: Angst

Under the Radar Series by @princessmisery666

Lieutenant Jake “Hangman” Seresin, Lieutenant Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw, fem!reader (You. Call sign: Huntress)

Being a navy pilot you expected to have your world turned upside down from time to time. Taking to the skies was the easy part, the lessons you learn on solid ground are the hardest.Warnings: angst, fluff, soft Jake, jealousy, asshole Jake, break-ups, cheating (reader is the other woman but doesn’t know until after), preludes to smut, heartbreak, Rooster is a bit of an ass in parts, fluffy Rooster. Parts 3 & 4 include spoilersfor Top Gun: Maverick.

Happy Reading!

#just a girl reading fics in July 2022 #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x sarah wilson #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester x reader #castiel x reader #jim kirk x reader #rooster bradshaw x reader #jake seresin x reader

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therewasthisgirl13 · 3 months

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scream

dean winchester x female reader

an: based on that one tiktok. if you seen it you know what im talking about ;)

warnings: none, except for DEAN BEING HOT.

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you disliked halloween so much, halloween is practically everyday for you, and walking around and seeing people dressed as a werewolf or a demon irked you. these people have no idea what these creatures actually are capable of. so when the girls had asked you to come along on the haunted drive through they practically had to drag, brib and beg for you to come along.

as you and your fellow huntress friends drove slowly down the darkish road that was filled with people in costumes and steam machines and a few screams of people from up ahead.the only thing was you guys had no idea that the people that were behind this mastermind of a plan were indeed in fact hunters. you looked around, clearly not happy that you were here. also you don’t understand why your friends even liked this holiday, they had the same experience as you. you just sighed and said.

“this is stupid.” frowning slightly, your friend who was in the driver's seat looked back at you. “cheer up, we are here for a good time.” suddenly the back passenger side door started to open, one of your friends tried to hold it close for dear life. everyone, even you started to scream. your friend lost grip on the door and ghostface appeared, it was dean but you didn’t know that neither did your friends. dean then leant on the seats, his arms resting on top of the car seats, everyone still screaming as he looked around and his eyes landed on you. leaning in close when there was another knock but on the drivers side and it was jason voorhees.

you didn’t know how long you all were screaming for, but you felt your face heat up when you looked over at ghostface who was still leaning in the car, dean was for sure smiling under the mask. you soon felt a hand on your arm and that made you let out a scream .fighting back as much as you can but failing ghostface through you over his shoulder. (hold up, this wasn’t supposed to happen) your friends screamed your name as you were being carried away from your friends car. letting out a scream when he “accidently” dropped you but set you back down then he took off the ghostface mask and relieved his beautiful green eyes and a smirk.

“ you do know you’re not supposed t-” dean placed a hand over your mouth.

“you enjoyed it, i saw you screaming.” dean replied. You just stared at him crossing your arms. maybe this halloween wasn’t so bad after all.

an: love me some ghostface and dean ;)

#dean winchester #dean x you #therewasthisgirl #dean winchester imagine

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queen-of-deans-booty · 1 year

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Pac-Man Fever: Part Two

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2k

Warnings: canon angst and violence

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. Any and all comments on these are appreciated.

Google Maps says it's only a three hour drive from where you are to Topeka, but Dean makes the drive in two. You're ready to examine the body and get out, but you have a feeling this isn't going to be as smooth as you hope it will be.

Dr. Jennifer O'Brien is the coroner responsible for releasing the body to others. You have to ask her for permission before you see it, so that's the first stop you make. You knock on the door and wait for her response.

"Come in."

You three enter and flash her your badge, but Charlie is so new to this that she holds her badge upside down, much like Castiel did when he first started. You look at her and do a double take, grabbing her badge and fixing it immediately.

"Hi, I'm Special Agent Hicks, this is my partner Special Agent Ripley and Robin. We're here about the body with the creamy filling."

"Ah, right. I didn't think you guys would have any interest in that."

"FBI, ma'am, we never leave a stone unturned. Mind if we take a peek?"

"Of course not. I just need your signed chain of custody request and it's all yours."

"Excuse me?"

"Chain of custody request? From your supervisor to mine?" Jennifer raises her eyebrows.

"You know what." He takes out a business card that has Sam's number on it, and passes it over to her. "Do you wanna call my supervisor? I'm sure he can give you the override or whatever."

"Yeah, I'm sorry. Unless he can give me the form, I can't give you access to the body. Paperwork is paperwork."

Looks like she won't be giving up the body, so you'll either have to get one of those forms or break in after the place closes.

"Thank you for your time."

You three leave before you press the issue even more and get in real trouble.

"That never happened in the books," Charlie quips.

"It's okay. We'll come back later when she isn't here anymore."

"Oh, perfect. Breaking and entering."

"It's no different than hacking."

"Beg to differ. One, I've been doing since I was a teenager. The other I've done once, with you three idiots walking me through it, and I had my arm broken in the process."

"Which I healed. I say that's a win," you shrug.

"What did you hack when you were a teenager?"

"Uh, NORAD."

"Right. There's nothing we can do but wait at this point. I say we get something to eat. Sounds good?" you ask and head to the car without waiting for their responses.

Charlie isn't for this idea, but you have to break in and examine the body without having to go to Jennifer for the form. You're all for it until you hear news of another murder, so you have to deal with that right now instead of going to the ME's office that you know is closed.

Police are already at the scene of the crime: near a railroad where a group of three young boys found the body. They're here as well, but all they're interested in is their video game systems that you're busy playing on.

"Maybe you should go first this time," Charlie says nervously.

"Are you going to shy away everytime you fall? No, not on my watch. Come on, it's your time to shine, huntress."

You three leave the car and head over the first officer you see. Charlie is nervous, so you gently push her towards the officer who turns to her.

"Hey there," she says, flashing her badge upright this time, "I am Special Agent Ripley, these are my partners Hicks and Robin. We're here to talk to your witnesses."

"They're over there."

"Who's the victim?" you ask.

"Jake Hill, librarian. He went missing yesterday with no relation to the other vic. Coroner already swooped in and scooped up what was left of him."

Charlie excuses herself and goes over to the three boys on her own to talk to then. You and Dean hang back, and then your phone rings. Sam's name pops on the screen, and you roll your eyes but answer it.

"Bored yet?"

"You have no idea. Please let me hunt."

"No, Sam. You need to know when to take a step back, and I can only imagine that if it were me or Dean like this, you would force us to hang back."

"Since when have you ever hung back knowing you can help?"

"You can help, Sam. You're helping by watching my kids. If I'm worried about them, I can't do my job. If I can't do my job, then people die. Do you want that to happen?"

"No," he says like a small child.

"Good. Now go make some soup and watch Spongebob with Jo."

"He doesn't know when to stop," Dean shakes his head when you hang up.

"We'd be the same if we were him."

"So, the boys said they noticed something on the body's arm before it covered them in years of future therapy," Charlie says when she gets back. "They said it looked like a blue handprint." She shows you two pictures that the three boys showed her. "Does this mean we don't have to break into the coroner's office anymore?"

"Nice try, Charlie. We're still doing it."

Charlie doesn't like it, but you've all done things you don't like. This is going to be easy given that no one comes in. Your magic unlocks the front door, and you slip in easily without setting off alarms. The three of you walk to the back where the body is being held. You're about to look at it when you see headlights shine into the place.

Someone is here.

"Shit," you curse.

Charlie takes action and runs out to see who it is. She comes back seconds later with a panicked look on her face.

"It's the coroner. I got this."

She disappears again, and you have no choice but to trust her. You and Dean walk into the morgue, and you open the right chamber before pulling out the body. However, there's nothing on the table.

It's empty.

"What the hell?" Dean mutters.

There is paperwork on the desk, and when you rifle through them, you realize why it's empty.

"They burned the bodies."

"Already?"

"Yeah, they think it's some kinda outbreak scenario. She even got the CDC to sign off on it."

"These folks run a tight ship. So, does this mean we can leave or is this still a case?"

"I think I saw something about that mark back in the Bunker. Maybe in your dad's journals."

You take out your phone and snap pictures of the documents before sliding the chamber back where you found it. You two make a quick escape just as Charlie does the same, just through the front door instead of the back door.

"I'm not looking forward to what kind of mess Sam is in with our kids."

Sam didn't burn the Bunker down or tried to leave with the kids, but that's the shocking thing you see when you get inside. Joanna and Sam are watching Spongebob like you requested them to do, but Sam is all dolled up. They must have gotten into your makeup because his face is poorly done (probably by Joanna), and his hair is done with bad braids and clips.

"Don't you look pretty," you laugh, scaring the shit out of Sam. Sam goes to get up, but you quickly raise your hands. "No, don't get up because of me. Continue watching your movie and drinking your tea, princess."

Sam flips you off as you walk into the library where Dean and Charlie are. Joanna whines when Sam gets up to clean himself, but she doesn't move from her spot. The couple is already deep into research by the time you take your seat next to Dean.

Sam comes in a few minutes later free of makeup and hair clips.

"Where's Maryann?"

"Taking a nap. I have her baby monitor with me."

"This could be Leviathans," Dean says.

"No, they consume their prey."

"Well, maybe the vics were Leviathans."

"We killed all of them when we killed Dick, remember?" you state. "Plus, there was no black goo on either scene in the coroner reports."

"What about Dragons--"

"No signs of burns on the vics," Charlie shoots down another monster, crossing off another name on her iPad.

"Wait a second. Djinn," Dean says as if he solved the case.

"Djinn vics don't get liquefied."

"Not regular Djinn." Dean leans forward with a book in his hands. "According to this, there's a bastard offshoot. Their eyes light up blue, they pass as humans, and all that regular jazz, except these leave their victims with jelly-like insides. Supposedly, when they poison their victims, they leave behind a blue handprint."

"Do they die like regular Djinn?" you ask.

"Silver blade dipped in lamb's blood. Now, we just gotta find the asshat."

"Alright, well, breakthrough means snack time to me, and I wanna just stretch my legs. I will pick us up some grub, and unlike you, Sam, I will not forget the pie," Charlie teases.

She grabs her jacket and keys before leaving the Bunker altogether. Sam feels left out, but you don't care about that at this moment.

"Does she seem a little off to you?" Dean asks you.

"Since the second she got here," you say honestly. "Let's give her the benefit of the doubt. We can ask her about it when she comes back."

She never does.

She doesn't even answer your calls after hours of not coming back. Even Sam is trying to call her, but she doesn't answer.

"Any word from Charlie?"

"No, and there was no comic convention in Topeka. Why would she lie to us?" he sighs.

"Only one way to find out." Dean takes out his phone, but you're not sure why. "When I called Sam from her phone, I turned on her GPS. It says she's at home."

"Let's go," you say. Sam wants to come along, but before he can get far, you turn to him with your hand outstretched to him. "No, you're not coming. Stay here, continue to look after the kids, and call us if she comes back here."

Sam has no choice but to stay behind again.

When you get to Charlie's apartment, you're shocked at the state of it. All of her furniture is turned over as if there was a struggle here. Something happened, but you're not sure what.

"Charlie? Are you here?" you call out and search her place with Dean. "She's not here."

"Okay, there is no forced entry, so either it was somebody that she knew, or the Djinn."

You find her phone lying on the floor, and with it, all of your missed calls and voicemails. On the table is her laptop, and you hack into it to see what kind of things she was into.

"She's been making donations through her many aliases to Shawnee County General here in Topeka."

"A charity?"

"A patient. Gertrude Middleton. I can go see her while you keep digging. I'll meet you at the Bunker. Maybe Sam can help you."

Dean agrees and drops you off at the hospital. Using your FBI badge, you are able to see Gertrude by a very nice nurse who seems to like Gertude. Mrs. Middleton is lying in a bed, comatose and on life support.

"What's her story?" you ask the nurse.

"Getrude's been in a persistent vegetative state for sixteen years. About a year ago her condition got worse. This ventilator is the only thing keeping her alive."

"How did this happen?"

"She and her husband were hit by a drunk driver. He didn't make it. They were on their way to pick up their daughter from a sleepover."

"Her daughter?" you ask, thinking of Charlie.

"She was twelve. She got into trouble after her parents' accident. Nobody's heard from her since. Folks have been donating to cover Gertrude's care over the years. It's a sweet gesture, but the truth is, she's gone."

"Did she ever get any visitors?"

"A couple nurses said they thought they saw someone in here reading to her, but nobody's ever officially signed in to visit her. She's all alone. If you'll excuse me, I have to make my rounds."

"Thank you." The nurse leaves, and you approach Gertude's bed cautiously. You know that Charlie is her daughter. It only makes sense why she is in town. "You've got one hell of a daughter, Mrs. Middleton. I promise you I will find her and bring her back to you."

If she can hear you, you know she'd agree with you.

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Sundress

Summary: Steve buys you a present, but it’s more for him.

Warnings: smut, dom!Steve, language.

W/C: 663

Rating: E (explicit - 18+)

Characters: Steve Rogers, fem!reader.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x female reader (you - no descriptions of body type or ethnicity).

A/N: I saw a post online that said something like, “got a couple of sundresses I want you to fuck me in!” and it inspired this. I created the dress on the title card using canva.

Betas: @cockslut-padalecki // @deanwinchesterswitch

Graphics: made using canva. Dividers: @firefly-graphics

Master Lists: Main // Steve Rogers //

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Under The Radar - Mini Series Master List

Series Summary: Being a navy pilot you expected to have your world turned upside down from time to time. Taking to the skies was the easy part, the lessons you learn on solid ground are the hardest.

Warnings: angst, fluff, soft Jake, jealousy, asshole Jake, break-ups, cheating (reader is the other woman but doesn't know until after), preludes to smut, heartbreak, Rooster is a bit of an ass in parts, fluffy Rooster. Parts 3 & 4 include spoilers for Top Gun: Maverick.

W/C: 19k

Rating: 18+

Characters: Lieutenant Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Lieutenant Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, fem!reader (You. Call sign: Huntress), a few needed OC's. Mentioned/Small Parts: Lieutenant Natasha "Phoenix" Trace, Penny Benjamin, Lieutenant Javy "Coyote" Machado, Captain Phil “Maverick” Mitchell, Hondo, Admiral Simpson,

Pairing: Hangman x Fem!Reader, Rooster x Fem!Reader.

Notes: no descriptions of reader body type or ethnicity. Takes place before Top Gun: Maverick. First time recruits at Top Gun and during the movie. For this to work they were all at the academy together but I know that’s probably not canon.

A/N: I was thirsting over Miles Teller with Sabrina - @sfreeborn - and she asked if I would ever write for him. After seeing Top Gun: Maverick, I really wanted to. My creative juices had been non-existent for weeks, but Sabrina was kind enough to give me a prompt that inspired a fic. The details of that fic (part 3) meant I needed to write another one to explain Reader x Jake’s relationship, and it spiralled.

Super Special A/N: @writercole helped me with ideas for this entire series and contributed a lot of lines/sections when I got stuck so I’m giving her co-author credit.

Betas: @deanwinchesterswitch //@cockslutpadalecki

Graphics: made on canva.

Series Complete.

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The Fall - Part 2 Under The Radar Mini Series

Summary: Jake has proven he’s an asshole; you shouldn’t be surprised when he proves it again at graduation. But at least graduating means you’ll be free of him, or does it?

Warnings: angst, mentions of cheating, injury described, fluffy Rooster, sex references.

W/C: 3k

Rating: M (mature)

Characters: Lieutenant Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Lieutenant Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, fem!reader (You. Call sign: Huntress), some needed OC’s.

Pairing: past Hangman x Fem!Reader, Rooster x Fem!Reader, Hangman x OFC.

Notes: no descriptions of reader body type or ethnicity. Takes place before Top Gun: Maverick. First-time recruits at Top Gun.

A/N: I am blown away by the response to part 1, thank you for every like, reblog and comment. I hope this part doesn't disappoint.

Betas: @deanwinchesterswitch / all mistakes still belong to me.

Graphics: title card made by me Dividers: @writercole

Master Lists: Under The Radar // Main //

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Leave 'em Hanging - Part 1 Under The Radar Mini Series

Summary: Jake "Hangman" Seresin never loses. That is until he sets his sights on the one target that might bring him to his knees.

Warnings: angst, fluff, brief soft Jake, jealousy, asshole Jake. My HC is that he’s a softie behind doors, and no one can convince me otherwise.

W/C: 4.3k

Rating: M (mature)

Characters: Lieutenant Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Lieutenant Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, fem!reader (You. Call sign: Huntress). Mentioned/Small Parts: Lieutenant Natasha "Phoenix" Trace, Penny Benjamin, Lieutenant Javy "Coyote" Machado.

Pairing: Hangman x Fem!Reader (call sign: Huntress)

Bingo: @anyfandomfluffbingo Square Filled: writers block.

Notes: no descriptions of reader body type or ethnicity. Takes place before Top Gun: Maverick. First time recruits at Top Gun.

Betas: @deanwinchesterswitch // @cockslutpadalecki

Graphics: gifs @unicornships // title card made by me on canva. @writercole gave me the divider.

Master Lists: Under The Radar // Main

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The Hookup Henley

Summary: Dean is struggling with the Mark of Cain. Y/N, his best friend, wants to make him feel better. Will she succeed? What happens when the mark takes over?

Pairing: Dean x female Reader

Category: Angst, smut, fluff, 18+

Word count: 5.1k

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, explicit sexual content, semi-public sex, penetrative sex, both protected and unprotected sex (Wrap it up!), MoC!Dean

Prompts:

“I’m too old for this shit.”

Night club

Dean’s green Henley

Square filled: Friends with benefits @spnmixedbingo

A/N: This story contains smut! Do not read if you are under the age of 18! I wrote this fic for @libre1rose8 300 Follower Celebration! Congratulations again, my friend! 💕 You deserve every single follower and so many more! 😘 I hope you enjoy my contribution to your challenge (that totally took on a life of its own) 💗 Dividers by the talented @talesmaniac89 😊

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“Come on, Dean, just try it! For me. Please?”

Dean tossed his head back, sighing in exasperation. “I’m too old for this shit.”

Y/N walked into his bedroom, coming to a halt in front of him. The older Winchester brother was sitting on the floor, leaning back against his bed, a stack of books and papers settled in his lap. Y/N placed her hands on her hips, gazing down at him with her tongue stuck between her teeth.

Dean was constantly doing research these days. Holing up in his room. Trying to find a way to get rid of the mark on his arm, or at least to relieve the terrible side effects that it came with. His mossy green eyes had lost their light. The fun-loving, Impala-driving, pie-eating, lady-charming Dean was gone. It pained Y/N to see him like that.

“You’re never too old to have a good time,” she argued, finally getting him to look up, to look her in the eye. And boy, did he look tired. “I miss my best friend,” she added.

Dean’s jaw clenched, a tiny spark of guilt flashing through his eyes. He was neglecting his relationships with the people closest to him, he knew that. But the mark was driving him insane. Slowly pushing him over the edge he’d been dancing on for ages. “Y/N, just let it go, okay? I’m fine.”

“Are you?” Y/N crossed her arms over her chest, holding his gaze with determination. “Because I’m pretty sure I haven’t seen you smile in weeks.” She missed his smile so bad. The way his pearly white teeth would show. The way his plump lips would curl upward. The faint dimples that would appear on his cheeks.

Dean’s jaw clenched yet again. His mesmerizing, angry eyes glared up at her. “What, and dragging me to the club, of all places, is gonna change that?”, he snapped.

Y/N wasn’t fazed by his attitude. She knew that beneath all the rage and hostility, he was suffering. And no matter how angry he was, she was never going to be afraid of him. “There’s nothing that music, booze, and attractive people can’t let you forget about. At least for a little while.” She bent down and grabbed his hand, pulling on it in an attempt to make him get up.

With a small grunt, Dean complied. Carelessly, he brushed the papers off of his lap and pushed himself up on his feet. Y/N took his other hand as well and started pulling him toward his dresser. With an exaggerated eye roll, Dean trudged along.

“Are you really gonna make me go?”, he sulked, his forehead puckering with annoyance.

“It’ll be fun,” she insisted, wriggling her eyebrows at him, “We’ll find that Hookup Henley of yours, go to the club, get wasted, and look for a beautiful woman for you to go home with.”

Dean scoffed. The Hookup Henley – the green Henley that he tended to wear whenever him and Y/N went looking for hookups. Honestly, he didn’t even believe that this particular shirt was the main ingredient for his success with women.

No. It was Y/N. The huntress was the key to his conquests. She was the perfect wingman. Well, wingwoman. With her smile, she could draw in any woman that Dean fancied. And when Y/N used her sweet voice to introduce him to his chosen ones, the deal was sealed within a matter of seconds.

“I hate you,” he mumbled under his breath as he pulled the green Henley from his drawer.

“You love me,” she corrected, grinning at him, her eyes twinkling with excitement.

A nostalgic smile spread across Y/N’s mouth. It had been way too long since she’d felt the beat of vibrating music in her chest. The night club was packed with people who were dancing, drinking, laughing, chatting. She’d only just entered, but she was already having a good time.

Dean, on the other hand, didn’t like it nearly half as much. The lights were flashing too bright. The music was too upbeat. The people were too happy. He scowled bitterly as he followed his friend through the crowd.

“Come on! This is gonna be great!”, she yelled over the music, taking a hold of his hand. With a bounce in her step, she yanked Dean to the bar.

He rolled his eyes, but to his own dismay, he was unable to stop the teeny-tiny smile that suddenly laced his lips. Who was he kidding? Y/N’s enthusiasm never failed to tug on his heart strings. He watched her closely as she ordered their first drinks for the night, talking animatedly to the bartender.

Dean had no clue why Y/N hadn’t left him behind already. Why she hadn’t cut ties with him, especially now that he had the Mark of Cain. But then again, she’d never left him behind before. And deep down, he hoped she never would.

“Alright, big boy, drink up!”, she yelled over the music and handed him a shot, her black nail polish sparkling in the strobe lights.

Dean scowled, trying to hide the fact that he was actually grateful for the alcohol that was going to enter his system. Alcohol meant ease. Ease was good. Now that he had the mark, he was incapable of relaxing. He was constantly on guard, constantly trying to control his temper, constantly thinking about violence.

They both knocked back their drink, wincing as the alcohol streamed down their throats with a comforting burn.

“And now…” Y/N smacked her lips together, tasting the remaining sheen of booze. “Step two.”

Dean lifted his eyebrows and looked down at her with fearful anticipation. “Step two?”

“Let’s go dance!”, she exclaimed, just loud enough to be heard despite the booming music.

“No, no, no,” Dean blurted, shaking his head. He could feel the walls around him come up even higher. “I’m not nearly drunk enough for that.”

Y/N shrugged her shoulders. “Alright, then… Another round of shots, it is. I will make you feel better tonight, Dean. Even if it’s the last thing I do.”

"Come on! Give me at least one dance, Winchester,” Y/N mumbled, holding up one finger with a tipsy chuckle. She couldn’t tell anymore how many drinks they’d had. Not that it mattered.

"Alright, alright. One dance. Come 'ere." With two clumsy hands, he took her by the waist and pulled her close to his body. The ease had slowly but surely started to kick in after their last round of shots. "Damn, you're annoying today," he continued with a little amused smile on his face. He hadn’t smiled in so long that it made his cheeks feel strange.

Y/N laughed freely and snaked her arms around his neck, crossing them around the back. She leaned up to speak right into his ear. Between her and Dean, physical boundaries had never mattered much. "I'm just what you need."

Something about the tone in her voice sent a shiver down Dean's spine. He couldn't identify that shiver, and it bothered the hell out of him. People didn't always associate that quality with him, but Dean was very self-aware. Even drunk, he was aware of his thought patterns and physical reactions. But the shiver that Y/N made him feel… It was foreign to him. He hated foreign feelings, foreign sensations. He hated that the sensation felt so good. She was his friend, for God’s sake.

Y/N started to sway from side to side, using her arms to softly ease Dean into her rhythm.

He obliged and circled his arms around her middle, his hands landing on her lower back. Part of him felt stupid, swaying left and right in the middle of a crowd. He felt like a drunken fool. But he also felt good. For the first time in a long time. Which only made him more frustrated. He shouldn't get to feel good. Not now, not with the mark on his arm. Not after the things he'd done.

"You're overthinking," Y/N stated, looking Dean straight in the eye. Looking right through him, as usual.

And suddenly, it dawned on him. Why he'd been holing up in his room. Why he’d been hiding from his friend. He’d known that she was going to make him feel better. Make him feel hopeful. He didn’t deserve hope. He didn’t deserve her.

"It's kinda hard not to nowadays,” he blurted. He averted his eyes and focused on the rhythm of the music. Maybe going to the club hadn’t been such a terrible idea after all. There were lots of stimuli to focus on. To distract him. To get lost in.

“I know. But guess what?” Y/N lowered her head to catch Dean’s eye again. “You got this,” she reassured him with a nod of her head, “You’re one of the strongest people I know.”

Dean felt her fingers on the back of his neck, her fingertips gently grazing the exposed skin. On instinct, his hands went to her hips. He could feel their shape, feel Y/N’s fluid movements against his palms. She’d forced him to dance with her before, but it was different this time. Back then, their dances had been silly and dumb. This dance felt strangely… close. Sensual.

Just as Dean was about to reply, she added, “And one of the worst dancers.”

His eyes widened, an expression of feigned hurt popping up on his face. “Oh, shut up. You better get us another round of shots before I blow this joint.”

Y/N chuckled, the skin around her Y/E/C eyes wrinkling. She knew him well enough to know that the night club had awoken his interest by now. “Alright, one final round of shots before we find our hookups for the night?”

Dean nodded his head more eagerly than he intended.

The smile that Y/N responded with shone brighter than all the strobe lights combined.

“What about that one?”, she inquired, lazily nodding at a pretty brunette who was waiting to receive her drink at the bar. Y/N’s hips were moving from side to side, her back pressed against Dean’s solid chest. She ground herself against him, feeling his strong hands tighten around her hips. Yes, physical boundaries were nonexistent at this point.

“Nah.” Dean bent down over her shoulder, inching a little too close, to speak into her ear. “She’s here with a guy. I want it quick and easy tonight,” he mumbled as his scruffy cheek pressed against her smooth one. If anyone had told him that he was going to dance with Y/N in the middle of the dance floor of a night club, grinding against her body, he would never have believed it.

Y/N couldn’t deny the hot tingling sensation that rolled up and down her spine at Dean’s closeness, at the sound of his deep voice in her ear, at the smell of his cologne. “Who’s she with?”, she asked casually, feeling the hair at the back of her neck stand up.

Dean tightened his arms around her waist from behind and shifted on his feet, turning Y/N into the direction of a tall, dark-haired man. He held her closer than he needed to, but her body just felt like it was made for his greedy embrace. “With Pretty Boy over there.”

“Too bad,” Y/N sighed, laying her head back against Dean’s shoulder with a small pout. “He’s cute.”

“Please,” Dean scoffed. His hips automatically pushed forward as he felt Y/N’s ass move against his front. He could feel his pants get tight and suppressed the moan that threatened to leave his lips. “You can do better.”

She smiled to herself and twirled around in Dean’s embrace, feeling woozy as she did so. As she came face to face with him, she wrapped her arms around his neck again. Pulling him down, she erased what little distance remained between them. “Nice moves, Winchester. I guess you’re a dancer after all,” she teased.

His hands reclaimed their place on her hips, his fingers dancing on the threshold to her ass. What wouldn’t he give to test the waters and let them slide down further? The dip of her lower back was tempting him to try it out. To touch her curves. They were playing a game of cat and mouse, and it excited him. Only, he wasn’t sure who was the cat and who was the mouse in this scenario.

“Those aren’t my only moves, Sweetheart.” He could feel the alcohol pulsating through his veins, clouding his mind. Y/N was gorgeous. How had he never noticed that? His eyes lingered on her face, mesmerized by the sheer beauty he found there. Her eyes were shining blue, green, yellow, red, perfectly reflecting each of the club’s flashing lights.

She arched an eyebrow, her lips morphing into a sultry smile. “Oh, yeah? Sounds like one of the ladies here is gonna get very lucky tonight.”

Alright, Y/N was definitely the cat. Every bone in Dean’s body screamed at him not to be the mouse, but the way she looked at him – like she was going to jump him any second – it made his knees weak. Before he could so much as think of a flirty remark, Y/N caught sight of a handsome man on the dance floor.

“Hey, look at that guy.” Chewing on her lower lip, she didn’t realize how enchanted Dean was by her beauty, how his eyes didn’t leave her face. “I think he might be tonight’s choice,” she added.

With hooded eyes, Dean tore his gaze away from Y/N and looked to the side. He had to admit the other guy was her type. Damn it, had he read her signs wrong? “Yeah… Why not?”, he replied, his voice sounding even and calm. But on the inside, he wasn’t feeling calm at all. He certainly didn’t want to feel that way, but there was a heavy stone sinking from his chest down to his stomach. In some strange way, despite his hate for clubs and dancing, he wanted to stay with Y/N. He wanted for Y/N to stay with him.

She dragged her bottom lip out between her teeth, missing the way Dean’s eyes lingered on her mouth. “I’m gonna go over there,” she declared and let go of his neck. She ruffled her Y/H/C hair, pushing it up with her hands. “How do I look?”

Begrudgingly, Dean let go of her, leaving his hands to hang awkwardly by his sides as Y/N cut the invisible tie between them. He cleared his throat and touched his Adam’s apple with his fingers. “You look good.”

“What about you?” Y/N smiled up at him, almost taking his breath away. “Who’re you gonna chat up?”

“Oh, I, uh…” He scratched the back of his head with his blunt fingernails. The mark on his arm started to pulsate, which he ignored to the best of his ability. Not now, he mentally scolded the mark. “I’ve had my eye on that blonde over there.” Weakly, he pointed at a beautiful blonde woman who was dancing with a friend.

“Good choice.” Y/N tilted her head and pursed her lips in approval. “You need any help?”

“Nah. Not tonight. I’m good.”

“Alright. Good luck.” Y/N found his hand and squeezed it, just as she always did before they parted ways. It was her own special way of saying ‘See you later.’

Slowly, her fingers slipped through his, their touch getting lost in their intentions to find someone else.

A million thoughts shot through Dean’s head as he watched her push through the crowd. On her way to another guy. When Y/N suddenly looked over her shoulder, meeting Dean’s eyes once more, he knew. He could tell by the way the Mark of Cain was itching and burning at the same time. It was yearning for her.

Dean wanted her.

Y/N’s back slid up and down the wall of the bathroom, over and over again. The man’s hands harshly gripped the flesh of her thighs, keeping them wrapped around his waist. Her dress was bunched up around her hips. His jeans were pushed down his legs as his length pounded into her.

She moved her hips to meet his thrusts and threw her head back. His lips instantly attached themselves to her neck, placing open-mouthed kisses to her skin. When he sucked on her favorite spot, she felt herself fall apart around him. Her body quivered nonstop while she came.

As she panted with pleasure, her hands curled around his shirt – the very same shirt that was supposed to help him sleep with someone else. But here she was, having sex with her best friend in a dirty public bathroom.

In his drunken state, Dean had gone after Y/N. He’d pushed through the crowd, crossing the dance floor until he’d caught up with her. His fingers had curled around her wrist. His hand had turned her around. His lips had landed on hers, effectively keeping her from hooking up with that other guy. Everything had happened so fast. And now, here they were, screwing each other’s brains out.

Y/N moaned, Dean’s name sitting on the tip of her tongue, ready to slip out. But she bit her lip, willing her mouth not to say his name. There was something so wrong, so naughty, about this. The forbidden fruit. The line that should never be crossed between friends. It was glorious.

Meanwhile, Dean grunted into Y/N’s ear, forcing himself not to groan her name. The way her pussy clenched around him felt incredible. Too good to be true. It was so wrong to have sex with his best friend, his wingwoman, in the club’s bathroom. And still, he never wanted it to end. He wanted to remain buried inside of her until the end of time. His mark vibrated in perfect sync with his thrusts, the pain mingling with the pleasure. Something primitive and carnal took over his soul, making him push into Y/N even harder.

She gripped his shoulders tightly, her tipsy mind admiring his strength, his power. His lips and tongue felt so good against her neck. The swollen tip of his dick was buried so deep inside of her that she knew he was going to ruin her for any other man.

Dean was sweating, grunting, grinding. He poured everything he had into his thrusts, hoping for the ache in his forearm to be replaced by the soreness in his muscles. He gave Y/N all he had. If he did something so wrong, he might as well do it right.

As he felt his orgasm approaching, his head started to spin. The pain intensified across his forearm – and turned into the same pain that he felt whenever he killed something. Or someone.

It was a satisfying ache. Until it wasn’t.

As he emptied himself into the condom, Dean felt like the skin was being carved from his forearm. The mark was burning so bad that he squeezed his eyes shut and released a pained, dragged-out groan. He sounded like an animal, a monster, like a demon that was being exorcised.

Dean could hear a faint, sweet sound passing his eardrums. It took him a second to realize that the sound was Y/N’s concerned voice. When he lifted his head to meet her gaze, he was met with wide, Y/E/C orbs. He wanted nothing more than to get lost in their beautiful color, to feel like everything was going to be alright.

“Dean… Dean, what’s wrong?”, she repeated in between harsh breaths, her legs still locked around his waist. Her hands cupped his stubbled jaw as she tried to get a good look at his face.

He suddenly realized he was still pinning her to the wall, still sheathed inside her. He pushed air from his lungs, clearing his throat with a small noise. He pulled out of her and slowly let her down. As soon as Y/N’s feet hit the ground, he turned away from her, wiping his hands down his face. He leaned against the bathroom sink and pulled off the condom, his back facing her.

Y/N could see that he was struggling and felt herself sober up a little. She wanted nothing more than to wrap him up in a hug, to take away his suffering. But she had no idea whether he wanted her near him. He was like a wounded animal sometimes. He tended to lash out when he was in pain.

Dean gasped as he tossed the used condom into the trashcan next to the sink. His arm hurt like hell. He was feeling dizzy. With pain and shame thrumming through his bones, he pulled up his boxers and pants.

Y/N couldn’t rip her worried gaze away from him. She pushed her dress down to cover her legs and slowly approached Dean, her steps timid. He tensed visibly when her hand finally came into contact with his upper arm. “Dean, hey… What is it?”, she inquired quietly, fully prepared to be pushed away.

“The mark…,” he grunted, feeling the engorged skin pulsate violently as he stared down at it. He didn’t dare to look up. He couldn’t face Y/N.

“Let me see.” Her voice was soft and gentle as she reached out to touch the angry red mark. “Please.”

Dean bared his teeth, wincing when her fingertips brushed against the mark. But, against his expectations, the pain didn’t intensify.

Y/N’s fingers were cold. Her tender touch cooled down the burn. Dean’s eyelids became heavy with relief, prompting him to briefly shut his eyes. Within a matter of seconds, he went from a state of pure distress to a state of comfort.

“It’s okay,” Y/N whispered and started to run her thumb along the Mark of Cain, caressing it like it was something to be cherished. Something that wasn’t evil.

“Is it?” Dean opened his emerald eyes, a pained expression masking his face. He wasn’t looking for an honest answer. He wasn’t looking for a straight response. No, he was looking for reassurance. He knew Y/N would get that. She always knew what he needed.

“Yes. It is.” Honestly, she didn’t know what either of them were referring to. Was having the Mark of Cain okay? Were the two of them okay? She had no clue what they were talking about. All she knew was that, no matter what, she was going to remain by Dean’s side. “Now breathe with me.” Y/N inhaled deeply, raising her eyebrows in a silent demand for him to follow her lead.

He rolled his eyes, but held back his comment about shoving her self-help yoga crap, and complied. He breathed in deeply and slowly, just like her. And when Y/N released her breath, so did he. The pain in his arm was turning from sharp to dull, from threatening to bearable.

“Better?” Reluctantly, Y/N let go of his arm, letting her touch fade from his mark.

“Yeah,” Dean answered, mentally cursing himself for how fragile he sounded. He coughed in an awkward attempt to save face.

Y/N quickly realized that his moment of open vulnerability was over. She knew Dean well enough not to push it. She knew it was time to change the topic. With her cheeks still flushed from the sex they’d just had, she brushed some disheveled hair behind her ear. “We should do that again sometime,” she said in a lighthearted manner, thankful that she was still intoxicated enough to be bold. She caught her bottom lip between her teeth and smiled as she waited for his response.

Dean eyed her with curiosity, even a little bit of awe. She was incredible. And hot, goddamn. When their eyes met, Y/N smiled the most stunning smile he’d ever seen. All of a sudden, their little incident didn’t seem so wrong anymore. The mark was quiet now.

Dean, too, bit his lower lip, contemplating his reply. Sleeping with his best friend was a risky game. A stupid idea. Destined to fail. Finally, he settled on a gruff, “You sure?”

She nodded her head. “Yeah, I mean… That was good, right?” As casually as she could, Y/N shrugged her shoulders, trying not to show the anxiety that was starting to overthrow her boldness. “Next time we need a relief, why not help each other?”

Once again, Dean felt a shiver run down his spine. His mind was yelling at him not to agree. But his emotions urged him to take his chance. “Yeah, why not?”

“Great.” Y/N’s heart fluttered in her chest. “It’s a deal.”

“It’s a deal,” he echoed, tilting his mouth up in a half-smile.

With a wink in Dean’s direction, Y/N exited the public bathroom first. Leaving him to stare after her with wonder.

Despite that night, nothing more happened between the two of them in the following weeks. Neither of them brought up the sex, the Mark of Cain, or their agreement.

Dean wanted to bring it up so bad, though. Well, actually, he wanted to go to Y/N’s room down the hall and do all kinds of naughty things to her. As he sat on his bed, he thought about how much he wanted to explore every inch of her body. His mark needed to be fed. And he had a feeling that wrecking Y/N was going to feed it just as well as killing something.

With a sigh, he tossed his closed laptop to the side, watching it bounce across the memory foam. He frowned and looked down at the shirt he was wearing – the Hookup Henley.

Thanks to their night out together, Y/N was all Dean could think about whenever he was wearing it. Her scent had long since faded from his Henley, but he could still feel her fingers tug on the fabric if he imagined it hard enough. He could still hear her moan for him. He still recalled how loved she’d made him feel.

Dean looked up from his shirt when there was a knock on his door. Wearing a frown on his face, he got up from his bed and walked across his room on sock-clad feet.

When he opened the door, he was surprised to find Y/N standing on the other side, all dressed up. Her hair was done in loose curls. Her little black dress fit her body like a glove. Her eyes beamed up at him through long lashes. She was stunning. Dean raised his eyebrows at her. “You goin’ out?”

Y/N observed his face, almost getting lost in his large, beautiful eyes. “I was going to, but…,” she trailed off as she spotted the green Henley that clung tightly to his chest. Damn, she wanted to curl her fingers around the fabric all over again. She could even see his defined pecs through the shirt.

“You want me to go with you?”, Dean asked, pointing his finger down the hall. Sometimes, Y/N asked him to accompany her because she felt safer that way. This time, she wasn’t gonna have to beg him to go out. He would do anything to be close to her again. Even if that meant dancing among a crowd of strangers.

Y/N was sick and tired of not bringing up the fact that they’d had sex a few weeks ago. She craved Dean. She felt like she was going to explode if she stayed away from him. Even though they’d hooked up in a disgusting public bathroom, it was the most intense, intimate experience she’d ever had. “No… Actually… I don’t think I wanna go out anymore.”

“You wanna stay here? We could go downstairs and do some target practice...” Dean rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly feeling like a teenager who was asking for his very first date.

“No. No target practice.” Y/N took a step closer to him. Her hands came up to grab the collar of his Henley. It was now or never. She felt anxious, giddy. The way Dean eyed her – with curiosity, and wonder – made her feel alive.

“What do you want?”, Dean muttered lowly, his hot beath fanning across Y/N’s face. His heart was about ready to jump out of his chest. She was so close to him. His for the taking.

Y/N briefly looked away and kicked the door shut behind her. When she faced him again, there was a primal glimmer in her eyes.

The next few seconds felt like a lifetime to Dean. He knew she deserved better than him. He still had the Mark of Cain. He was dangerous. But if Y/N actually wanted him, he knew he wouldn’t be able to resist. He was going to give her everything he had.

“You.”

One single word and Dean was a goner. One single word made his whole miserable world come crashing down around him. Just a second later, his lips collided with hers in a fit of desperate desire. His self-control didn’t stand much of a chance.

Y/N’s hands went to his jaw, compelling Dean to kiss her even harder. His hands went to her ass and squeezed tightly, making her hum against his lips. Their tongues showed no mercy for each other. Dean wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and fisted part of her hair, pushing her as close to him as humanly possible.

“I don’t wanna hurt you,” Dean’s conscience mumbled in between heated kisses. His own voice sounded so far away, almost as if he wasn’t present in his own clouded mind.

“Shhh.” Y/N placed her finger against his kiss-swollen lips and gave Dean a smile. “Just shut up and take me to bed.” Then she pressed her mouth back to his for emphasis.

Dean’s heart took a leap. Grabbing the backs of her thighs, he lifted her up into his arms, swallowing her excited squeal with his mouth. He was overwhelmed by the sensations that flooded his whole body.

Still, the most prominent feeling was the ache in his forearm. The ache that haunted him whenever he did something wrong. But he couldn’t contain himself. He needed Y/N. God, he needed her so bad that he was willing to jeopardize their friendship – one of the best things he’d ever had.

As he pushed her down on his mattress, the urge to make her scream for him became almost unbearable. He felt like he was going to corrupt her. But as he thrust into her, he felt whole, sated. The mark thanked him for giving in.

Y/N was either going to be his savior or his downfall. And either way, he was going to take his chance.

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drawingangel666 · 3 years

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Supernatural Bingo Fanfic Writing

To try out this bingo, I am going to do one-shots about supernatural. (characters and cast). Right now is being written so only the ones underlined are the ones I already wrote.

I don’t know how much will it take for me to do this, but I hope you enjoy reading.

Warning: I marl the ones with smut and what level of smut they have

Virgin Widow (Sam x Reader x Dean) You were forced by your grandmother (your legal tutor since you were really young) to marry a man the day you turned eighteen. She was really catholic, and she made you stay virgin until marriage. Your grandfather’s ghost wasn’t really happy, so he played his card. One way, or another, you will meet the winchesters, who will be really close to you.

Secret Baby (Sam x reader) Sam tried to make you get away from the hunter life, but there was a little surprise waiting for him.

Opposites attract (Dean x reader) [Implied smut]

Summary: Dean and you (fem!reader) meet each other at a bar. You are a quiet girl, who follows her huntress best friend around. Dean is the complete opposite. One way or another, you two will like each other.

Scandal-induced marriage ( Sam x Reader x Dean)

plot: Y/N the princess of the kingdom of the north, met two young lumberjacks in the forests near the castle. Who could imagine those would be the love interests of the princess? How will the king Crowley react?

Someone makes a bet** (Dean x reader x Sam) [Smut]

Summary: Your friend makes a bet with you, to hook up with the two hottest man in the bar the same day. It seemed like a good idea until things stared to get serious.

Pairing: Sam x fem!reader x Dean (no wincest)

Warnings: smut, double penetration, oral (female receiving), fingering (female receiving), daddy kink, voyeurism, Dom!sam, Dom!Dean and sub!reader.

Amnesia

The pain never washes away (Castiel x Reader)

Y/n was tortured by Crowley to know where the Purgatory was. He lured you out with Castiel, both of them (the angel and Y/N) fell in love with each other. But Crowley had other plans. Once Y/N was saved, Cas had to change her memory, her forgetting everything about him.

Fake Prostitute [Smutty smut]

Summary: Y/n is a person that hates the supernatural creatures that use and kill prostitutes, so she goes around the country faking to be one to lure out at eliminate all those type of creatures. Who would have expected her to be attacked by a witch that was dating the shapeshifter she was after. That curse, was a sexual curse. She will have to find out how to break that curse with the help of her hunter friends, the Winchesters.

AU: Where the Winchesters are hunters, but they aren’t as important as in the series (John doesn’t die, Sam and Dean are not vessels, etc…)

Pairing: Sam x Reader, John Winchester x Reader, Dean x Reader (each one in different chapters) Sam & Dean x Reader x John

First-time orgasm* (coming soon) (Sam x fem!reader] (Smut)

Plot: Sam and Y/n are on a hunt, and after succeeding, they celebrate it on their own way. Sam has always loved Y/n and he wants to show her all his love.

Pairing: Sam x fem!Reader

Warnings: Virgin reader, dirty talk, oral (female receiving), safe sex (remember to do it safely my precious phoenixes), fluffy sex, the most gentle sexual intercourse I have ever written

Disfigured Protagonist

Punishing Kisses

Stranded

Dark Past

Tragic Misunderstanding

Friends to Lovers

I hate you wait I love you

On the run

Kidnapped

Betrayal

Peril-Induced sex

secret identity

#supernautral supernautral fanfiction supernatural fanfic spn supernatural dean winchester Sam Winchester wichesterbrothers

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thebiggerbear · 4 months

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Dean Winchester x Reader - Prompt Response - "I hate you." "You have a weird way of showing that."

Summary: You and Dean refuse to speak to one another after an argument and Sam has finally had enough.

A/N: Prompt from @creativepromptsforwriting (#941). I loved writing this but I always love it when it comes to Dean. 😊 And of course, I couldn't resist when it came to Sam in the end. Brothers, gotta love 'em. ;)

Thank you to my beta Em for her services. You rock, girl!

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader; Dean Winchester x Female!Huntress!Reader

Please do not do any of the above. Thank you for your understanding.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Warnings: mentions of implied sex

Word Count: 1449

Dean Taglist: @heartlessdelusions; @nancymcl; @brightlilith

"I hate you." "You have a weird way of showing that."

Dean snuck a glance at you only to quickly look away when you looked up from your lore book. In return, you snuck a peek at him but pretended you were looking at something else when he lifted his head from one of the hunter’s journals he’d found in storage.

Sam had watched this infuriating dance happen at least twelve times by now and it was getting on his last nerve. At first, he thought it was hopeful. Then heartbreaking. Now it was just damn aggravating, more so because he knew his older brother was being his usual stubborn self. All he needed to do was come out and apologize already, and Dean knew that yet still refused to budge an inch.

You and Dean had gotten into an argument during the last hunt. He’d been upset that you had taken on three vamps by yourself—something you had done back in your high school days, along with killing other creepy things that slithered out of the dark. You were perfectly capable of taking care of yourself, which you had proven multiple times, and you knew when to ask for help. Dean didn’t want to hear it, claiming you could have been killed had he and Sam not been close by. You both dug in your heels no matter what Sam said, and you two were still at an impasse, giving each other the silent treatment. Still, that didn’t stop the longing glances Dean gave you when you weren’t looking, or the sad looks you gave him when he was none the wiser. It was driving Sam nuts. He had never met two people who were so stubborn—aside from his parents, of course—and now that he thought about it, stubborn or not, you and Dean were well-suited for one another.

“You know,” Sam broke the silence. “At some point, you two are going to have to talk to each other again.”

Dean shot him a surreptitious glare. You had no problem offering a withering glare of your own.

“Look,” Sam continued. “Y/N is right, she can take care of herself and if she needs our help, she’ll say something.” At your triumphant smile, Dean’s gaze darkened.

“No one asked you to butt in, Sammy,” he warned.

Sam nearly rolled his eyes. “If I don’t, this won’t get resolved because you both are too hard-headed to make the first move. Y/N,” Your eyes darted over to him. “My idiot brother won’t say it but the reason he got upset is because he’s scared.”

Dean’s free hand clenched into a fist and he gave a subtle shake of his head. Sam ignored him and continued, “He’s scared something is going to happen to you and he won’t be there to stop it. That’s why he freaked out that night. He’s not trying to tell you what to do or be a controlling jerk. He just wants you to be safe, that’s all.”

You bit your lip and turned your attention to Dean, who suddenly seemed very interested in the book in his lap. “Is that true?”

After a moment, he ground out, “Yeah. It’s true.”

You stood up, letting the book in your own lap fall to the ground with a heavy thud, and made your way over to Dean. You ripped the book out of his hands, tossed it to the floor, ignored Sam’s irritation at your carelessness with such old tomes, and crawled into Dean’s lap, his hands instantly coming around you to support you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned down to kiss him. You felt him immediately begin to relax under your touch and only when his lips were completely pliant and moving with yours did you pull back, staring into his green eyes.

“Why couldn’t you just tell me that?”

He slid his hand up your back and to your hair, tenderly rubbing the strands between his fingers. “I don’t know. I just… That vamp had you in a hold and it scared the crap out of me when I couldn’t reach you fast enough. What if he had gotten more of a drop on you? What if—”

You gently placed your fingers against his lips, stopping him from finishing that question. “He didn’t. I killed my first vamp at 12, took out my first nest when I was 16. Hunting’s in my blood just as much as it is yours. I know what I’m doing.” You ran your fingers through his hair reassuringly, scratching at his scalp, and watched him lean into the touch. “But if you want, we can talk about it. We’ll come up with a plan that makes you feel better and works for both of us. Okay?”

He gave you a dopey smile that melted your heart. The magic touch had worked; the tension from before had finally lifted. “Okay, baby. Sounds good to me.”

You kissed him again, this time with a little more passion. “You know what else sounds good?” You murmured to his lips when you both needed a breath.

Those green eyes you loved so much immediately lit with an all-too familiar fire. “Do tell.”

You leaned in and whispered your plan into his ear, making sure Sam wouldn’t overhear. By the time you pulled back, he was grinning like crazy. Clearing his throat, he helped you off of his lap and back onto your feet as you both turned to face Sam, a mischievous smirk fighting its way onto your face. You knew that would get him going.

“Actually, I just remembered I left the…stove on in the kitchen. And Y/N here has to go call Jody to…give her an update on the case and how it’s going.”

Sam gave you both a look; he wasn’t buying it. You turned and gave the same look to Dean. He really hadn’t come up with anything better than that? “I hate you.”

“You have a weird way of showing that,” he teased, subtly rubbing up against you and smirking. This man was so lucky you loved him.

You shook your head and looked away, your cheeks growing hot. The bastard was turning you on even more and he knew it. It’d been almost two weeks, the longest you’d gone without since — well, since meeting him.

Sam was the one to clear his throat this time. “Whatever. Happy you both are talking to one another again. Now, go do what you’re going to do but just not in front of me, please. Okay? And you’re welcome.”

Dean shot Sam a look but he was too happy to care what Sam was intimating about his being the one who settled things between the two of you. He gave his younger brother a wide smile. “If you need us, we’ll be…” He trailed off, gesturing to the hallway that led to the rooms.

“Oh my God,” you muttered in embarrassment as you grabbed his hand and pulled him after you.

“Oh, hey!” Sam yelled. “Keep out of my room this time, Dean. I mean it!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Dean called back.

You had just turned the corner when Dean immediately had you up against the wall, kissing you passionately and picking you up, prompting you to wrap your legs around his waist. When you pulled back for air, your brow furrowed in confusion at seeing Dean move past his door. “Dean,” you panted. “Where are you going? You just passed your room.”

“Yeah,” he chuckled.

“Okay, then where are you taking me?”

His smirk was so wicked you knew what the answer was before he said it. “Sammy’s room.”

“Dean, are you kidding me? No!”

“Relax, we won’t be in there long.”

“You know how upset he was last time and he just said—”

Dean came to a stop and kissed the crap out of you, effectively silencing you. You may have been a little dazed when he finally let you get some air. “He’s got the better bed and I want the very best for you, baby.” He then gave you a salacious smirk and leaned in. “Plus I know how much you love that headboard.”

He waggled his eyebrows at you as certain memories replayed in your mind. You were able to hold onto that headboard for a long time, it held you up well, and same for Dean…oh shit. Sorry, Sam.

“What are you waiting for?” You bit out impatiently, slipping your tongue into his mouth and swallowing his chuckle. As he walked you into Sam’s room, shutting and locking the door behind him, you made a mental note to later google the hell out of this headboard and find one for Dean’s bed.

A/N: Please let me know what you think. 😊

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waynes-multiverse · 1 year

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Labyrinth

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Summary: A dangerous Wendigo hunt takes the Winchesters and their companion to an abandoned mine shaft and a maze of tunnels. Dean, on the other hand, not only has to find an exit in an underground cave system but also fights against his feelings for a young huntress as he battles through a labyrinth of thoughts and fears.

Warnings: a bit of language, angst, a trifecta of monsters, caves & earthquakes, canon-level violence, injuries & rebars, protective!Dean, idiots in love, silly jealousy, fluff

Word Count: 3.7k

A/N: Written as a request for @tieddown-withbattleshipchains. Hope this scratches the itch! It turned out a little angstier because Wendigos scare the shit outta me, but there’s tons of fluff in between and certainly at the end! 🥰 Inspired by Labyrinth by Taylor Swift (Duh. What else? 😂) and my favorite horror flick The Descent. Enjoy!

Feedback is highly appreciated! Get me drunk on it and fill my writer’s juice 🤓🥃

Main Masterlist | Dean Winchster Masterlist

Have you ever loved someone so much that just being in their distanced proximity hurts your heart? Loved someone so much that every time they pass you by, their scent drives you mad, their voice gives you shivers, and your own words fail to come clean? So much that lunacy seems like sanity?

Well, Dean pretty much feels precisely like this, feels like he’s going slowly but surely insane as he trails behind Y/N through the woods of Montana. Every wind, even the tiniest breeze, wafts microscopic particles of her perfume into his nostrils, causing him to bite the insides of his cheeks harder, hoping the metallic taste will erase everything that is her. So far, not even the intense smell of pine helps, though. For the last half an hour, all he keeps thinking about is the huntress he’s known for years, wondering if he were able to taste the M&Ms she ate earlier in the car on her tongue once he would finally gather enough courage to kiss her – not that this fantasy would ever be maintainable in the first place.

It’s like a kid’s dream. Dean’s a rockstar, an astronaut, and a pilot all at once whenever he’s near her.

“I think we should be there in an hour,” Y/N muses and halts in her boots to check map and compass, Sam instantly joining her to take a look over her shoulder. “The mine shaft and the cave system are a few miles up the mountain. If we follow the trail along the river, it should lead us right there.”

“Sounds good. We still have enough daylight,” Sam agrees with a resolute nod and a look to the sky, where the sun is still standing high above their heads.

Dean, on the other hand, ignores the eerie feeling in his gut. Aware Y/N is a seasoned hunter with a superb skill set, he knows there’s no real reason for him to worry more than he should. She can handle herself; she always could. It’s a hunt like any other, one of many over the years. Hell, it’s not even the first Wendigo they’ve hunted together. There was another one three years back in Michigan. So truly, what’s different this time?

Right, his fucking feelings…

Y/N and Sam keep chatting as they cheerily march up the mountain, their breaths not even remotely labored, even though the climb is pretty steep. Apparently, going for a jog every morning pays off. Dean, however, stays quiet and trails behind them, green eyes observing their surroundings as he swallows the tiny bit of apprehension and jealousy down.

“You’re quiet today,” Y/N notes and purposely falls back to his speed as Sam wanders ahead – not before the younger Winchester shoots his older brother a secret look that says tell her, though. “You okay?”

The green-eyed hunter mirrors the small smile on her lips and nods, gulping, “Yeah, I’m fine, sweetheart.”

“Okay,” Y/N accepts with a slight pout, although she’s obviously far away from buying his lie. She licks her lips and adjusts the straps of her backpack on her shoulders. “So, uhm, after the hunt, I figured we could check out that bar across the motel?”

“Sounds good,” Dean agrees, his smile widening and cheeks blushing, even though it’s just the usual hunter invitation to celebrate the end of a case.

“Okay, great,” Y/N lets out a small breath of relief. Was she nervous to ask him? Why the hell would she be? “I actually have to tell you something, so I could use a little liquid courage.”

Dean’s brow furrows, his heart rate accelerating. “Liquid courage? For what? You know you can always tell me everything.”

“Not everything,” Y/N mumbles and averts her gaze to the trail ahead.

“C’mon, what is it?” Maybe it’s wishful thinking or sheer curiosity, but Dean can’t help it and hopes she feels the same way he does, although it sounds like complete insanity again. She’ll probably only confess that she’s been in love with Sam this whole time. He is the smarter choice, after all. Just look at that flawless mane of hair!

Y/N only shakes her head at him and hides a mischievous grin behind her lip bite. “Nuh-uh, forget it. Not drunk enough yet,” she says and then hops forward to join Sam again.

After an hour, the three hunters finally reach the mine shaft that leads to an intricate cave system – the perfect hideout for a monster. Eight women disappeared here last week, the location a popular hotspot for everyone who seeks thrills and adventures. Dean doesn’t count himself as one of those people. His life is adventurous enough as is. Frankly, he would’ve preferred pay-per-view at the motel over this hellish trip.

Equipped with flashlights, the three carefully stalk inside. It’s incredibly dark and humid, low growls echoing off the stony, muddy walls, so the hunters know they’ve found the right place. The monster is definitely here, even though it still sounds miles away, which isn’t ideal. It only means they have to venture further in, and Dean already hates this with every fiber of his goddamn being. Caves are not exactly his favorite hunting grounds. Y/N, however, seems as fearless as ever, and Dean can’t help but admire her endless bravery. Obviously, she’s so out of his league it’s not even a little bit funny.

“Did you guys hear that?” Y/N stops in her tracks, her ears perked as she surveys the array of noises that bleed through.

“Woman’s voice?” Dean checks, although he’s sure all three of them can hear the faint screams and whimpers.

“One of ‘em is still alive, apparently,” Sam muses, concern and sympathy etched into his brow.

“I think it’s coming from here,” Y/N says and holds her ear to a small cave opening in the wall – if you can even call it that, the entrance as big as a cartoonish mouse hole.

“We can’t fit in there. We need to find another way around it,” Sam informs them and pulls out the cave map they’ve received from a park ranger.

“You guys can’t fit in there.”

“What?!” Dean’s head snaps to Y/N as soon as those words leave her mouth, seeing the gears turning in her head.

“I’m small… unlike my broad-shouldered friends. I can fit,” she shrugs casually as if it wasn’t the craziest suggestion she’d ever made.

“Mm-mm, no. You’re not squeezing through a small tunnel with a monster waiting for you on the other side, Y/N,” Dean tells her sternly, only one sharp tone away from making it a full-on order.

“Dean, she might be dead by the time we get there. I can do this,” Y/N assures him. “This isn’t my first Wendigo, you know?”

As Dean glances at Sam for some support, surely convinced his little brother would come to the same conclusion, the green-eyed hunter soon notices Sam’s suspicious silence on the subject matter and frowns. So much for brotherly support…

“Dean, it might be the only way to save that girl,” Sam agrees. Of course, the gentle giant does.

“Alright, so we all agree,” Y/N smiles and throws her backpack on the ground, pulling out a few flares, a machete, and a lighter.

“No, we don’t,” Dean shakes his head vehemently. “I don’t agree. Not at all. Very much disagree with this plan, in fact.”

“Okay, noted. It’s still two against one, so sorry. Guess you’re losing this one, De,” Y/N says simply and then puts the flashlight into her mouth, proceeding to crawl through the narrow opening.

Dean’s close to grabbing her ankles and pulling her back out, not caring about any surefire protests on her part and the huntress’s wrath as his heart pounds so harshly and loudly against his ribs it almost sounds like a Neil Peart drum solo in his chest.

“Y/N, you still okay?” Dean checks after a minute when the soles of her shoes have disappeared from his sight. As he shines his flashlight into the tunnel, he recognizes her a few feet ahead. “I don’t like this,” he tells Sam, chewing roughly on his plump bottom lip while his brow is in a constant crinkle.

“Me neither, but it’s the only choice we have, Dean,” Sam counters and focuses back on the map in his hands.

“Oh, is it?!” Dean mocks in sheer sibling annoyance. “You better find out where that tunnel leads and how we can fucking get there,” he barks as the anxiety claims his lungs. “Fast.”

“Already on it,” Sam assures him.

Dean’s heart only gets a single second free of concern, though, before Y/N’s voice rings every alarm bell in his goddamn head.

“Guys? There’s something wrong here. And there’s definitely blood and… stuff in this tunnel,” Y/N informs them, her voice barely audible the farther she gets. “It’s really gross…”

“Okay, Y/N, just get back out here. We’ll find another way,” Dean orders her, his flashlight and eyes unable to see her as he peers into the hole again. Her sweet voice is all he has left now.

“I-I don’t think I can move back out, De,” she says, her tone laced with slight panic now. “This thing is kinda tight. Kinda like… You know what? Never mind.” Dean knows she attempted a dirty joke there, one he certainly would’ve appreciated if he wasn’t currently fearing for her life. “I can only go forward. Just meet me at the end, okay?”

Quite panicked himself at this point, the green-eyed hunter turns back to his brother, “You found it yet?”

“Uh, yeah, I think it’s that way,” Sam muses and points at one of three tunnel options ahead.

“You think or you know, Sam?!”

And because misery loves company, at this exact moment, the ground, the walls, the ceiling all suddenly begin to violently shake and tremble, small pieces of stone and dirt coming loose. There’s a “shit” echoing through Y/N’s tunnel that reaches the hunter’s ears before more rumblings follow, more stones fall, and the tunnel closes completely and cuts the huntress off from the brothers.

“Was that a fucking earthquake?” Dean tries to shield his head from falling debris and coughs the dirt from his lungs before frantically checking the small tunnel for proof of life, but all he can see is dirt, dust, and more stones. “Y/N? Y/N! Are you alright, sweetheart? FUCK!”

“Dean, c’mon, we’ll find her,” Sam soothes and heads for the far left tunnel opening.

“Why is there a fucking earthquake in Montana? It’s not freaking California,” Dean huffs as he stomps behind his little brother, hoping the huntress is still alive and not hurt too badly as he speeds up his strides. Either she’s been crushed to death, or a monster will munch on her, and needless to say, neither option is acceptable to him.

“Actually, Montana has seven to ten every day, which makes it the fourth most seismically active state,” Sam shares his National Geographic knowledge nonchalantly, earning him an angry scowl from the green-eyed hunter.

Yeah, guess what – Dean’s not super interested in random nerd facts right now.

There’s a loud scream that echoes through the cave system, and for an agonizing heartbeat, Dean halts in his boots as he recognizes the voice. No doubt it’s Y/N’s, and his feet set into motion and start running, following the noises of struggle as he rounds corner after corner, blindly running into different tunnels as Sam tries to keep up with him.

The maze of cave tunnels feels as familiar as his mind, a labyrinth of unknown paths that lead him to different options. But the green-eyed hunter doesn’t need a map anymore; he knows exactly where to find her without wasting a single thought on it. His heart is still the best navigation system.

There’s a flicker of red light at the end of his path, and Dean knows Y/N is close. There are growls and hisses before he hears the huntress desperately call his name – his and not Sam’s. It definitely shouldn’t warm his heart the way it does, especially in a life-or-death situation like this, but Dean literally can’t help the slight relief and happiness he feels in his chest over that fact, although he probably shouldn’t read too much into it.

Y/N’s brightly burning flare comes into view first before his emerald eyes spot the huntress on the ground and then the monster. She’s fending off the Wendigo as best as she can, keeping it at bay as she waves her flare in the air like a weapon, but Dean notices soon enough that she can’t move much and is hurt badly.

The older hunter quickly grabs the hairspray, pushes down on the dispenser, and lights the aerosol mist of chemicals on fire with his lighter – Y/N’s genius idea for a weapon, which she came up with in the motel room before their hunt. The flames shoot out and set the monstrous bastard on fire while Sam aims the flamethrower and incinerates the monster for good. Tarantino style, as Dean likes to call it. Unfortunately, he lost the round of Rock, Paper, Scissors over the glorious weapon to his younger brother, but truthfully, the hairspray was still satisfying enough.

As the monster turns to ash, Sam runs to the half-alive victim tied to a pole while Dean rushes to the huntress’s side. He cups her cheeks as she winces, inspecting her whole body and assessing her for injuries when he notices the small piece of rebar stuck in the side of her stomach, blood oozing out around the metal and pooling underneath her body.

“Ow, shit,” Y/N hisses and tries to wiggle, hand curling around his bicep. Dean’s hands quickly steady her before she accidentally drives the damn thing even deeper into her body.

“Shhh, don’t move, sweetheart. It’s gonna be okay, alright?” Dean assures her, although he’s frankly not sure if his calming words are more for his sake than hers. “Just breathe in and breathe out... There you go.”

“I-I don’t… I’m, uhm…,” Y/N trails off, her eyelids fighting to stay open, and his heart only begins to hammer louder in his ribcage, drumming in his ears.

“Y/N? Y/N, stay awake for me, okay?” But her eyes close for good, her palm lifelessly dropping from his arm to the ground. “SAM!”

“Dean, you can’t keep staring at her,” Sam reminds him, his voice only faintly audible behind the green-eyed hunter as his mind solely focuses on Y/N’s unconscious body in the motel room bed. “She’s gonna be creeped out when she wakes up.”

“Shut up,” Dean grumbles and hears Sam’s sigh of frustration and resignation.

“Alright, Twilight. I’ll grab more stuff from the pharmacy. She’s gonna need it,” Sam announces, hand reaching for the doorknob. “Be back in a few.”

As the door of the small motel room closes, Dean lets his head fall between his knees as he sits on the chair next to her bed, the tension still very much prominent in his shoulders and neck, although she should be in the clear by now. It certainly has been touch-and-go for a while, Y/N drifting in and out of consciousness, passing out from the pain as the brothers carefully removed the sharp piece of metal from her lower abdomen and stitched her up. Sam even had to send the older Winchester for a calming drive in the Impala while the younger one tended to her injuries, not being able to work with Dean’s constant yelling in his ears. The green-eyed hunter had surely been close to a breakdown. Luckily, they could forgo the hospital this time, the rebar not piercing through any serious organs and rupturing a spleen or a kidney.

His green eyes drift to her sleeping form. She seems a lot better now, some pinkish color having returned to her cheeks. Y/N always scares him, usually because she’s so much smarter and tougher than him, and every time he tried to order her around in the past always backfired, with her almost biting his whole head off. This time, though, she terrified him in a completely different way. She was pale, white as a sheet in his arms as he rushed her down the mountain. He swears he’s never run faster in his life. Even Sam, the professional jogger and marathon runner, could barely keep up, and Dean still feels the aching blisters from his boots whenever he shuffles on his feet too much.

“What would I have done if you died, huh?” the hunter mutters under his breath to no one in particular, knowing she’s dead asleep, and screws open the cap of his flask, taking a big gulp of whiskey, letting the burning liquid numb his throat. “You know if I lost you…” Another sip keeps the pricking tears in his green orbs at bay while his mind is battling a breakthrough. “I-I just… I can’t do that, you know? Probably would take me my whole life to get over you. I know you don’t know that, but you’re really important to me, y’know? I mean, hell, you can’t hear me anyways, so I might actually admit it for once,” he sighs at his own stupidity, fingers tapping against the silver flask. “I’ve been in love with you, Y/N… for a while, actually. At least, I think that’s what all those icky twinges in my chest are. Doesn’t feel like heartburn, like after eating a cheeseburger... I mean, they’re pretty much only there whenever you’re around, so that’s gotta be it, right? Love. Not like I have a lot of experience with that… I mean, not that I’m a virgin. I’ve had sex, you know? I just… I’ve never done the feelings thing. At least not well, I guess. So, in that case, you could probably say I’m a feelings virgin…”

Dean then groans loudly and lets his head drop into his palms, rubbing a hand across his freckled face. “Jesus fucking Christ, fuck me. God, I sound like an idiot… Thank God you can’t hear me. This is like the worst trial run ever… I mean, not like I would actually ever have enough courage to tell you all that shit while you’re actually awake, you know? I’m kinda a coward when it comes to that stuff. I mean, let’s be honest here for a second, you don’t care about me, right? You probably have the hots for Sammy. Can’t really blame you. You know, I’m not a girl, but I get it. Sometimes I’d like to tug on that hair too, so…”

And that’s when Dean’s muscles suddenly stiffen, his cheeks draining all color as he notices Y/N’s whole body quaking. His heart stops as he hears the first few snorts that slowly morph into a giggle and then into a full-on laugh.

Shit…

“Are you fucking awake?!”

Y/N pops one eye open at first, carefully checking the extent of his angered shock before she dares to pry open the second one, a mischievous twinkle gleaming in her orbs and an amused smile shaping on her pink lips.

“Okay… How much did you hear?”

Y/N shrugs her shoulders as much as she can and chuckles, “Well, pretty much… all of it.”

Dean scoffs, shaking his head as the tips of his ears turn beet red in shame. “What kinda psycho bitch pretends to be asleep while a man pours his heart out, huh? You know, I thought you were practically fucking dead!”

Y/N snorts and rolls her eyes. “You did not. And I think you mean, ‘What kinda psycho bitch pretends to be asleep while an idiot pours his heart out?’”

“Okay, haha, funny,” Dean huffs and chugs his flask. Is it too late to go back to that cave and hope the Wendigo eats him? “Can we just pretend this never happened before Sam gets back, please?”

Y/N responds with a casual twitch of her shoulders as she props herself up on the mattress. “I mean, sure… If that’s what you want.”

“Yeah, that’s what I want, okay?” Dean affirms, nodding. “Don’t want shit to be awkward between us from now on, you know?”

“Yeah, no, I totally get it,” Y/N agrees. “I mean, it would be pretty awkward for you if I didn’t feel the same way about you, which I do.”

“Yeah, see? Glad you get it,” the hunter huffs before his head snaps to her, green eyes widening and growing to the size of the moon. “Wait, what?!”

Y/N’s laughter then fills the motel room, but he can barely hear it over his own pounding heartbeat. Did she just say what he thinks she said? No, right? He heard that wrong. Jesus fuck, he better not make an even bigger fool out of himself.

“You’re cute,” Y/N tells him then and starts chewing on her lower lip.

Dean swallows thickly. “What, uh, what does that mean?”

“Jesus, you really are a feelings virgin,” she snorts another laugh and winces, all the giggles hurting her freshly stitched wound. Good, Dean thinks. She surely deserves that pain.

His cheeks heat up as he awkwardly clears his throat. “Wha-, uh… Let’s not make that a thing, okay? Please?”

“Oh, it’s totally gonna be a thing,” Y/N teases, chuckling.

“Great, mhm…” God, someone help him.

“Hey, Dean?”

“Hm, yeah?”

Y/N doesn’t say anything more – all he feels then is her soft lips pressing against his. The tension finally dissipates from his shoulders, his muscles relaxing as he leans into the kiss, his heart thumping wildly in his chest before it drops between his boots. He breathes her in, breathes into the kiss as her tongue slyly sneaks into his mouth and deepens the overwhelming passion as his head becomes dizzier the longer it lasts.

As he fervently kisses her back, he has finally found the right exit and leaves the labyrinth of his mind behind him. He’s on the right path, and it’s goddamn better than his imagination.

A few more one-shots are coming your way this week, so stay tuned, my loves, and let me know if you enjoyed this fic 🥰🖤

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waiting-for-motivation · 4 years

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pie boxer shorts

summary: After returning from a hunt, (Y/n) joins her boyfriends lazy day. Dean treats her injury and eats the cake his girlfriend brought. Then they cuddle and fall asleep.

pairings: Dean Winchester x Reader, Cas (mentioned)

warnings: NO SPOILERS FOR S15! fluff, stupid jokes, Deans bisexual ass

words: 765

a/n: inspired by the gif and don‘t mind my dumb jokes (it‘s 1 am..)

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The door busts open and a female stops in the frame. Her (e/c) eyes focus on the hunter laying on his bed. Dean rips his gaze away from the action movie and smiles at his girlfriend while there is still a slice of pizza between his teeth.

For some time they look at each other. The only sound filling the room is the gunfight of the movie. Then (Y/n)s eyes wander all over her boyfriends body.

“Nice ass.“ A huge grin appears on the females lips. “You know who cuffs their jeans and wears stupid socks, right?“, (Y/n) refers to Deans lazy-day outfit.

The hunters face is full of confusion, not understanding what (Y/n) means.

“Bisexuals.“

Now a laugh escapes Deans lips and the slice of pizza falls on the bedsheets. Quickly, he picks it up and stuffs it inside his mouth.

“I mean, I always knew sooner or later you would leave me for Cas...“, the female starts in a teasing manner. But before she can finish her sentence, Dean jumps from the bed, still chewing on his pizza slice. He wraps his strong arms around (Y/n) and lifts her feet from the ground. His face disappears in her neck where he places soft kisses on her skin.

“I will never leave you. Who will make me pie when you are gone? Cas for sure not!“, Dean mumbles and can hear his girlfriends sweet giggle. Shortly after Dean set (Y/n) down on his bed, he presses a sweet kiss on her lips. Actually, he wanted to deepen the kiss, but then he notices the cut over her left eyebrow.

“You are hurt.“

“It‘s nothing!“

Nevertheless, Dean goes to his cabinet and pulls out everything he needs to treat (Y/n)s injury. He sits down on his bed and pats his lap, telling (Y/n) to take a seat, so he can easily take care of her wound. First, he cleans it then he places a Star wars patch over it.

“You haven‘t got other plasters?“, (Y/n) asks with a chuckle because the patch has got small droids on it.

“Come on! You love Star wars“, Dean says and kisses her nose while hugging (Y/n). Unfortunately, his girlfriend pulls away and stands up to reach her backpack which she forgot in the door frame. Dean pouts at her because he really wanted some more kisses.

“I have to shower, Didi. I‘m sorry but while I‘m gone, I’ve got something for you.“ Dean rolls his eyes because of the dump nickname. But the moment (Y/n) pulls a package out of her bag, he smiles widely. “A cake!“

Dean stands up and takes the pie from his girlfriends hands while whispering I love you.

“I hope you mean me and not the cake“, the female hunter says. She walks to their shared closet to get fresh clothes. Then (Y/n) disappears in the bathroom and soon the sound of flowing water reaches Deans ears.

By the time (Y/n) steps out of the shower, dries and dresses herself, Dean already ate the whole cake. The female finds him on his back on the bed, pressing both hands to his stomach. (Y/n) laughs and attracts Deans attention.

“Woah, hello there baby!“, he grins stupidly at the huntress because she is wearing his shirt. The shirt is too big for her, so he doesn`t notice her shorts yet. Dean tries to sit up but falls groaning backwards quickly.

“Your car is in the garage“, (Y/n) says dryly and sits down next to her boyfriend who is slightly shocked and confused by her stupid joke. She pets his messy hair and soon lays down on the bedsheets, cuddling closer to Dean.

“Wait, are you wearing my boxer shorts?“, Dean asks as (Y/n) places her left leg over his own. One of his hands grab the naked skin while his eyes stare at the little pies all over the boxers.

“I‘m sorry but your Scooby-Doo boxers are in the laundry.“ (Y/n) laughs at Deans perplexed expression. But then she lays her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat and trying to watch the action movie. The hunt really wore her out which causes her eyes to feel weary.

“You look better in them anyway“, Dean realizes and starts stroking (Y/n)s back, knowing this will make her fall asleep sooner.

Neither (Y/n) nor Dean watch the end of the action movie because they fall asleep, entangled in each other.

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notinlovewithdeanwinchester · 3 years

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The Huntress’ World Ch. 8

Summary: Sequel to Welcome to the Hunter’s World Imogene Winters, now dating Dean Winchester, introduces him to more of her family and people from her past life. However, things are not as happy as they may appear when they start acting oddly around the pair of them. Could something sinister be happening?

Trigger Warnings: Blood, canon typical violence, mentions of abuse, if I forgot to list any, please let me know in a comment! This chapter does mention some heavy topics, be warned.

Beta Reader: Yes

Pairing: Established Dean Winchester x Original Female Character, Potential Sam Winchester x Original Female Character

Word Count: 1503

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Story under the cut!

Chapter Eight

It was a few hours later before Dawn had calmed down enough to get some rest, and Imogene was sitting awake with Dean, searching through the latest news. Neither of them had heard anything from Sam yet, though Imogene suspected they wouldn’t until at least the morning.

“There have been no news reports yet,” she told Dean, keeping her voice low so she didn’t disturb her cousin. He nodded before walking over to the fridge and grabbing out a couple beers, offering her one. She took it and opened the top before taking a long drink.

“We’ll get it figured out. And Sam will take care of the photographer.” He clinked his bottle against hers before taking his own drink. “Come on, we’ve already found what we can with this.” He reached over and closed the laptop before setting his drink down and bringing her over onto his lap.

“Dean… we need to get this case solved… and it gives me something else to focus on,” she replied, sighing as she slipped her arms around his shoulders. He shook his head softly.

“You need to rest. Your eyes are already drooping,” he insisted, his arms around her waist. “So come here and finish your drink, and try to relax.”

Imogene wanted to protest but found he was right; she did feel exhausted. She took another drink before setting the beer aside and leaning into him, closing her eyes slowly. Before she knew it, she had fallen asleep on his shoulder, and he carefully carried her over to the bed.

“Rest well,” he whispered before walking back over to his seat, grabbing his drink. He watched over the two women until he ended up dozing himself.

* * *

The next morning, Dean got a call from Sam, telling him the photographer was a human, but he was a scumbag. He also told him he would deal with it and, with any luck, be back that evening. Dean agreed and then left a note for the two women before leaving to get some coffee for the three of them.

When Imogene woke up, she was surprised to find Dean wasn’t there. Then she spotted the note and read it as she stretched.

Went to get coffee, be back soon.

- D

She tucked the note aside and went to get herself ready for the morning. When she came back out, wearing one of Dean’s shirts she’d “borrowed” again, she was surprised to find Dawn awake and sitting on the bed, hugging her knees.

“Was this what you felt like? With Ryder, I mean,” she asked, looking towards Imogene. Imogene frowned softly and sat beside her, hugging her cousin.

“Yea, except you’re not alone in this. I’m here for you, and so are Dean and Sam. Sam even went off to confront the guy for you. And if he’s some kind of creature, he’ll take care of him,” she promised. Dawn nodded, sniffling and hugging her back as she started to cry.

“I’m sorry, Genie. That you had to go through all that and that you didn’t-”

Imogene cut her off, looking her in the eyes and shaking her head.

“Don’t. I’m safe now, I’m through it, and you didn’t do anything wrong, okay?” she told Dawn, who nodded, wiping her eyes.

“Yea, I understand. I just- I never really understood how… scary it could be, even just to talk about. And I hate that you had to go through it.”

Imogene hugged her tight again and nodded.

“We’re both stronger on the other side, that’s the important thing,” she promised.

* * *

Dean came back with three coffees to find Imogene and Dawn talking about what had happened. Imogene had given her cousin more details about hunting and Dawn seemed a little confused.

“So if there are shifters, how do you know who you can trust?” she asked, frowning. Before Imogene answered, she noticed Dean and motioned him over to join them.

“Shifters, as well as several other creatures out there, burn when you touch them with silver. Which is why I carry this now,” she told Dawn, fishing a silver dagger from her bag. “Sometimes I holster it hidden in my boot when I can for sticky situations.”

Dean handed Dawn a coffee, which she accepted. She added cream and a couple sugar packets, mixing it in before taking a sip.

“So… a lot of creatures are hurt by silver, maybe I should start wearing a silver necklace or bracelet or something,” she muttered. Dean nodded.

“Couldn’t hurt. I used to wear a silver ring, came in handy sometimes… And it was pretty handy opening drinks too,” he replied, drinking his own coffee. Imogene almost laughed at his added comment, but managed to hide it behind her own coffee.

“I think a lot have issues with iron as well, right?” she asked as she cleared her throat, and Dean nodded again.

“Yea. Ghosts can’t pass through it, had a duel with a phoenix once that couldn’t get through it either.”

Imogene and Dawn both stared at him with wide eyes, causing him to raise his eyebrows.

“What?”

The silence went on for a few seconds before Imogene finally spoke up.

“Phoenixes are… real?” she asked. Dean thought on it for a few seconds before answering.

“Pretty sure they’re extinct now. I shot him with a special gun, the Colt, back in 1861.”

Again, both women stared at him. Imogene knew he’d gone on several adventures, but this one was news to her. Shaking it off, she decided to inquire about it another time as she looked over at Dawn.

“Anyway… Iron, silver, things of that nature…” Imogene told her, then glanced over at Dean. “I’d get some of them to keep on hand.” Then she looked back to Dawn. “Otherwise, I’d just try to go on as normally as possible. Protect yourself but don’t go seeking out trouble. I’d hate to see you get hurt again, especially over something like that.”

Dawn listened to her, giving a little nod.

“Okay. I’ll look into it, and I promise I won’t go hunting out these things. As long as you promise you’ll stay safe while you do, okay?” she replied, and Imogene nodded to her. Before she could say anything more, though, there was a knock on the door. She excused herself and went to open it, surprised to find Sam standing there.

“Hey, I thought you weren’t supposed to be back until later?” she asked, looking at him curiously. He looked between her and Dean, then grabbed her and pulled her into a heated kiss. She yelped and tried to push him back, shocked, but he was definitely stronger than her. Dean rushed up behind her, prying him away and glaring at him.

“What the hell?!” he yelled, glaring at his brother before stepping in between them. Imogene peered out from behind Dean, still shocked and wanting to know what exactly was going on. Then she paused, noticing something… odd. She tugged Dean’s sleeve lightly and whispered in his ear.

“Sam’s watch is on the wrong side.”

Dean looked and frowned; it was a simple thing, something he never would have noticed, especially after what he’d just done. Imogene slipped back beside Dawn and borrowed her compact she carried, pointing it towards Sam. His eyes flashed in the reflection and she paused.

“He’s not Sam!” she told Dean, grabbing the little dagger she’d shown Dawn. Before either she or Dean could react, however, the fake Sam took off. Dean ran after him, telling Imogene to stay with Dawn and call the real Sam. She nodded, grabbing her phone and dialing.

* * *

Dean managed to corner the shifter out in the parking lot. Fake Sam looked around for somewhere to escape, noting the closest way to run would lead him out onto the road. Going through the parking lot would leave him open, and the closest rooms seemed empty. Deciding to take his chances against the angry hunter, he put up his fists. Dean smirked, a scoff escaping his lips.

“If that’s the way you wanna play it,” he told him, getting into his own stance. “Are you the one we caught on the campus yesterday? Here to exact some revenge? Turn me against my brother?” He tilted his head a little as the shifter took a swing, which Dean was easily able to dodge before throwing a blow towards his nose. The connecting hit bloodied the shifter’s nose and made him stagger back, wiping it away.

“Fighting you separate is easier than all at once,” he replied, taking another swing at Dean. Dean dodged again, connecting his own. This continued on for several moments, until the shifter held up his hands in surrender. Dean grabbed him, dragging him back towards the room.

“Get the rope out of my bag and grab that chair,” Dean told Imogene when he hauled the shifter inside. “It’s time we got some answers from this one.”

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Escape

Summary: Dean finds his perfect mate, only for her to run away from him. When Sam calls her after their last encounter she needs to decide to let her mate die or come to his rescue.

Request: May I request an ABO fic where Dean finds his perfect Omega but she rejects his advances at every turn until he triggers her heat with his rut making him her true mate and even when she's claimed she rejects him for a bit making him go feral until Sam snaps her out of her fear? (you can make up why she's sacred).

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Sam, OFC’s

Warnings: angst, rejection, true mates, ABO, ABO dynamics, arguments, feral Alpha, characters death, blood, violence, light torture, vamps, monster of the week, flirty Dean, mentions of sexual abuse during childhood/abusive past/suicide attempt (nothing graphic but it gets mentioned)

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The nest smells good, too good. Your senses work on overload and you wonder why a vamp’s nest smells like home. A warm feeling spreads through your body and you need all your strength to fight the Omega inside of you.

Machete clutched to your chest you flatten against a wall, hide in the shadows to get a better look at the room you are about to enter. Blinking a few times to make sure your eyes get used to the darkness you take a few deep breaths before silently sneaking toward the next wall.

Repeating your actions like a well-trained choreography you finally get a glimpse of the vamps. Two men and a woman circle their prey. One of the missing girls sniffles silently as a vamp sniffs at her blonde locks.

“She’s pretty and pure. Her blood will taste divine.” You could empty your stomach at the vamp’s words, but you need to wait for the right moment to enter the room or both girls are dead before you can reach them.

“Kurt, don’t touch the goods before mama comes back. You know her rules. She wants to check if one of them can join our family. Till then, hands off!” The woman grunts, sniffing into your direction. Her eyes start to glow but then a noise catches her attention.

The men grit their teeth, revealing their ugly nature to the girl’s eyes and they start screaming in terror. You know the sound, heard it a million times before, even made such noises yourself years ago.

Holding your breath, you move closer, standing next to the doorframe you hide in the shadows again to wait for your chance.

The screams of one of the girls turn into tiny whimpers and you know one of the vamps must've gotten hold of the girl.

With one swift motion you roll toward the open door, crouch to fire two bullets into the vamp’s head holding one of the girls in his hands. He’s dropping the girl, falling to his knees, a dark smirk on his lips.

“What do we have here? More hunters?” Just now you see two tall men, Alpha’s to be correct, fight the woman and the second guy.

The taller one shops the man’s head off before you can stop him so you jump toward the kneeling vamp, chop his head off to save the woman before the other hunter can kill her.

“Don’t kill her! She’s the only one knowing where to find mama!” You pant, ramming a syringe with the blood of the death into the vamp’s neck. “She’s the queen of at least twenty nests.”

“Whoa, easy there, Sweetheart.” The shorter guy smirks at you, licking his lips as you fist the vamp’s hair. “We are all friends here.”

“I remember every single friend of mine and for sure you are not one of them. If you are into counting kills, we are even. Now let me get that bitch to my motel room and find out where mama is hiding…” Smirking the tall hunter cleans his machete before he walks over to the scared girls to check on them.

“Dean, they didn’t get bitten. I got no clue why they kidnapped the girls only to not feed on them.”

“They are not allowed to feed on them till mama tells them so. She will check if one of them is worthy to join their family.” Scoffing you roll your eyes as he steps closer to sniff into your direction. “What?”

“You know a lot about those vamps. Maybe we could help each other and find the queen…together. I am Dean, this is my brother Sam.” The Alpha purrs but you are way too busy to restrain the female vampire to react to his ministrations.

“Did you hear me?” Blinking a few times Dean snarls as you ignore his words once again. “Omega…” His tone changes, just like his posture and you take a step back, pressing the tip of your machete against his chest.

“This is close enough, hunter. I don’t want your help. You almost killed the only person able to help me find their queen.” Scrunching up your nose you try to ignore Dean’s intoxicating scent. “I don’t work with Alpha’s either…”

“Ever or only as you do not like me and my brother?” Smirking Dean steps closer and you press the machete against his throat.

“I told you I don’t work with Alpha’s now help the girls, bring them to a hospital and leave me and my case alone. I don’t need you or your help, Alpha scum…” Grabbing the vamp’s upper arm harshly you drag her toward the door, ignoring the low whine leaving Dean’s lips.

“Wait! You didn’t even tell me your name. Give us at least this…” Sam is cocking a brow, wondering why Dean won’t stop annoying you. “Please…”

“Y/N, Y/L/N. If you are smart enough, you stay away from me.” Tilting your head, you smirk. “You can ask any hunter, Dean. I don’t work with other hunters, except for Beta’s and for sure I don’t need an Alpha telling me what to do…”

Dumbfounded Dean must watch you leave the room, while he pants heavily. Sam still doesn’t know what’s wrong with his brother before he sees his dilated pupils.

“Dean? What’s wrong, dude? I know you didn’t get any for a while but that’s no reason to piss off a fellow hunter, a great one according to her abilities.” Sam chuckles but Dean is still not reacting. “Dean?”

“It was her, Sammy…I felt it.” Gasping Dean looks at his brother, pointing toward the phone lying on the floor. “Can you find out where she was before coming here? I need to find her.”

“Dean stop messing with that woman. I don’t think she likes Alpha’s, or you.” Picking up your phone Sam sighs as Dean whines low in his throat.

“Sammy, she’s mine. The warm feeling, I know what it was…” Looking at your phone in Sam’s hands Dean touches it with shaking fingers. “Y/N is mine, my true mate…”

“I’ll ask you this one last time….” Smirking you slide the knife covered in the blood of the death over her cheek, not caring she screams in agony. “I know you are one of the few who willingly agreed to become a monster.”

“You won’t get the information you want, huntress! Kill me and I go to Purgatory with a grin as I know mama will come for you and rip your throat out or…” She leans closer, gritting her teeth. “Mama will make you one of us…”

Dropping the knife, you rub your temple. You can’t get the Alpha’s scent out of your mind or the way your body reacted to his closeness. If you were a weaker Omega, you would’ve given in the moment you laid eyes on the hunter.

“Awe…you are yearning for that hunter boy…huh? That was a Winchester, sweetie. He will get you killed for sure or reject you…” The vamp spats and your fist meets her face.

“I know how Alpha’s act, bitch. I got some nice scares reminding me of it…” Meeting the vamps’ eyes you can see she must’ve been through a lot of shit too. “You know the feeling…”

“I agreed to become a monster, as you called it, to have my revenge.” Glancing at the scar at your neck the vamp licks her lips. “I can’t tell you where she is, I am not in her inner circle.”

“Inner circle, I heard that before. Do you know anyone belonging to the inner circle?” Sitting on a chair next to the vamp you feel her eyes wander to the scar at your left thigh. “Knife...”

“One guy or more?” She whispers meeting your eyes once again. You remain silent, pushing the painful memories away. “You don’t have to tell me but before you end my life, I’ll tell you my story…”

“One…” Whispering the word you swallow hard. “My father and brother were Alpha, they forced me to bond with an Alpha and he…” Voice cracking you blink the tears away, hating you show your weak side to a monster you should kill.

“I get it. Just listen to my story then…” The vamp gives you a weak smile, not wanting to die before she had the chance to tell someone her story. “My family, they were always different. I had a father who was like yours, I guess…”

“Full Alpha, having the Omega’s in your family under his thumb…” You chuckle slightly and she nods.

“Mine was even worse. Yours tried to make sure you follow his orders, mine crossed all the lines. It started when I turned 15 and presented earlier than any other Omega…” Now she starts to shiver, and you gasp at her words.

“First my father decided it’s time for me to learn to take a knot and then my three brothers did the same…” Sniffling she grits her teeth. I had to bear it for over five years till mama came along the bridge…I tried to…”

“End your life?” You offer and the vamp, your enemy who turned out to be suffering soul like you, nods. “I am sorry…”

“I don’t know why, but she knew and offered me revenge…” Closing her eyes she takes a deep breath.

“That was three months ago. I went to the house, tried to kill them but I was like back then frozen to the spot. I left and now it’s unfinished business…”

“You fed on blood so I can’t let you go but…” Pointing toward the phone next to her on the table, you give her a sad smile. “I recorded your statement. I need your name and the name of your family.”

“Why?”

“I’ll make sure there will be no unfinished business for you. That’s all I can do for you…” Grabbing your machete you give her a nod and she finds the strength to tell you the names of her father and brothers.

“Thank you…”

“You’re welcome…” She barely sees the machete coming before her eyes close for the last time. There’s a smile on her lips as for once, she will win…

“What is she doing in there?” Sam watches you storm toward a house, a shotgun in your hand you kick the door open and Dean runs after you, followed by his confused brother.

“Who are you…Omega?” Marisa’s father spats as the recoil pad of your shotgun hit his jaw. He goes down with a low whine as he taste his blood.

“What?” One of her brothers comes running toward you but your rock salt bullets hit his body with too much force to let him get close to you.

“I came here for Marisa…” You spat and her other brothers turn pale. “She told me what you did to her, sick fuck…”

Your fist meets her father's face and he doesn’t fight back. He assumed his daughter was too scared and obeyed to ever tell anyone their dirty secret.

“You don’t know shit…she lied all the time…” While Sam checks on Marisa’s father, Dean calls your name but you are furious, and he can’t stop you before your shotgun hits her eldest brothers’ nose.

“Brothers are there to protect you, not to abuse you, monster!” Dean’s eyes darken and he runs toward the remaining brother as he tries to attack you.

“Y/N…” Glancing at Dean you take a deep breath. “Come with me and we can call the cops to arrest those bastards…”

“She became a vamp to have revenge, you know.” Huffing you secure the shotgun.

“They abused her for over five years and mama was her only way out of this nightmare. Alpha’s will never understand what they do to an Omega…never…”

Before Dean can stop you, you run once again and even though he follows you he can stop you.

While he must watch you escape he wonders why you hate Alpha’s that much.

“Dean, the cops are on their way to arrest those guys. We should get going…”

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magics-protector · 4 years

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Show Me The Way (Part 1)

Pairing: Gadreel x Reader

Warnings: Language, Mental Health (mentions of past trauma), does not follow cannon storyline because I want Gad to be happy

Word Count: 1,225

Summary: The Reader is the Winchesters cousin and meets Gadreel after Sam and Dean locked him in the bunker to get answers out of him and soon after, she’s tasked with getting information out of him. However, upon meeting him, the Reader realises that Gad isn’t as bad as Sam and Dean made him out to be.

There was a loud sound that echoed through the halls of the bunker that rang out at about 1 in morning.

Y/N shot up from her bed, the memories of her already terrible sleep fading into the back of her mind for now as she bolted out from her covers, grabbing the oversized flannel that was gifted to her by Sam that rested on the edge of her bed.

Her legs carried her to the dungeon as Dean has labeled it, the pads of her bare feet leading her towards the loud sound and as she got closer, she slowly started to realize what the sound was.

They were screams.

Pounding on the door, Y/N barely got a word out before Dean swung the door open. He and Sam walked out of the room and closed the door before Y/N could even catch a glimpse as to what or who was inside. She looked up at her cousins and shook her head.

“Do you have any idea what time it is?”

Sam looked over to the clock across the hall and grimaced. “Later than we thought it was.”

With a frown plastered on her face, Y/N shook her head. “Obviously.” She looked over Dean’s shoulders to see if the peep hole was open, but it wasn’t. She nodded towards the door. “Who’s in there?”

Sam and Dean glanced back at the door before Dean opened his mouth to answer and answered with malice and anger in his tone. “Gadreel.”

With just one name, Y/N’s blood went cold. She looked at Sam with sympathy but he looked away. He had been distant ever since the whole possession mess. Y/N assumed it was the guilt from what happened to Kevin – she didn’t know the young prophet but it was obvious that he was family to her cousins.

“We wanted to get all the info that he got from Meta-dick but it isn’t working out.”

Angels were resilient, centuries of fighting off hell and various other creatures can turn anyone into a cold heartless warrior. Y/N knew that, she’s watched it happen, so maybe they needed a new approach. Y/N looked at Dean and then to Sam. “Let me try.”

Instead of the protective protest she had grown so used to, Y/N watched as Sam and Dean looked at each other and without warning, opened the door to the dungeon. She glanced at her cousins for one last objection but it never came, only Dean’s cold stare and Sam’s puppy dog eyes. Realizing there would be no objection, Y/N tightened the flannel around her body and walked in to see the angel strapped down to a chair inside a ring of holy fire.

Y/N was shocked to say the least. Gadreel, despite being covered in what she assumed was his own blood, was strikingly handsome – well his vessel was. Turning her head to check if the door was shut and confirming it was, she rushed over to a bucket of water the boys saved for interrogations and brought it to Gadreel, stepping over the little ring of fire with absolute care. With the wet rage that soaked in the water, she lightly dabbed the blood off his face. Gadreel’s eyes snapped open and stared at the girl in front of him with confusion.

“What are you doing?”

Damn, even his voice is sexy Y/N thought.

“What does it look like, genius?” She said. “I’m cleaning you up.”

Gadreel tilted his in confusion. “Why?”

Y/N looked down at her hands and then back to the angel. “Because, you need help and you haven’t given me any reason not to.”

And with that, Y/N went back to work on cleaning the shocked angel. “Now, we may as well pass the time by sharing stories. How about you tell me about what Metatron told you?” Y/N said in a soft voice.

Gadreel’s eye wandered away from the female hunter, looking down in shame. “I’m afraid I have no information to give. Just like I told the Winchesters, I have not worked for Metatron or seen him in two weeks.”

Y/N trailed her eyes to land on the angel’s and saw them dilate. He was telling the truth. She looked down at the soaked rag in her hands.

“So,” Y/N’s voice was quiet, almost regretful, which drew in the angel’s attention. “Sam and Dean have trapped you for nothing?” There was anger on the edge of her tone but she did not let it take control of her voice. “They’ve locked you up for something you didn’t know?”

The angel nodded slowly, amazed and shocked at the fact that this little human actually felt remorseful towards him. Never in his long lifetime has anyone ever felt pity or remorse towards him. He was always the angel who let in the beast, the traitor. He was always met with anger and resentment, every hit he’s ever forced to take full of rage and wrath but never pity or remorse. “I only wanted to help, but it seems the Winchesters will never forgive me for what I have done.”

“Yeah.” Y/N said, running a hand on the back of her neck. “They tend to be like that.” Y/N lifted her hands and ran them over Gadreel’s bound ones, tracing the tiny scars on his hands. “I’m sorry, Gadreel. I am so sorry.”

Gadreel furled his eyebrows as he stared down the young huntress. “Why would you be sorry? I have done nothing to wrong you – er?”

“Y/N. Y/N Winchester.” She replied. “I’m Sam and Dean’s cousin.”

Gadreel looked down again, guilt flooding his vessel. “So, I have done something to wrong you. I apologize.”

Y/N looked up at Gadreel and stood up. She huffed and crossed her arms. “You just wanted to help. The only thing you did wrong was allowing Metatron to control you like that and that wasn’t even your fault.”

Gadreel looked up at Y/N and tilted his head. “But it was. I let Metatron control me and use me as a puppet, like your cousins thought I had used Sam.” Gadreel looked down at his bound hands and sighed, his voice edging the verge of tears. “I fear I will never be able to redeem myself.”

Y/N looked down, throwing the rag in the bucket and smiled. “Then don’t.”

Gadreel looked at her with confusion. “What?”

“Don’t redeem yourself. Start over, make a new life for yourself.” Y/N leaned down and rested her hands on top of Gadreel’s bound ones. “Let me help you. I can get you out of here and you can go off and start a whole new life for yourself.”

Unable to comprehend what Y/N had just said, Gadreel stared at her with eyes wide and he felt something tighten in his vessel’s chest. Before he could even get a word out, a loud knock echoed through the room. Y/N wiped around quickly and then wiped back to Gadreel.

“I have to go.” She said and jumped over the holy fire but she stopped before the door and turned. “I’m going to help you Gadreel. Don’t worry.” And with that, Y/N turned and walked out the door, leaving Gadreel alone in the dark.

And for once in his long existence, Gadreel felt a weight lift off his shoulders finally knowing that someone – even though they just met – actually cared.

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drkcnry67 · 4 years

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title: She’s my baby doll

pairing: John x reader

kink 2020: panty kink

share the love: oblivious sexual tension

rating: 18+

tags: NOT FOR ANYONE UNDER THE AGE OF 18. THIS STORY WILL GIVE YOU THE WORST POSSIBLE NIGHTMARES! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!! vaginal fingering, sniffing of fresh used panties, clueless female doesnt know she is turning on a sexually frustrated male, vaginal penetration, shower sex, losing virginity

summery: none

TAGGING @sweetness47

created for: @thisismysecrethappyplace @spnkinkbingo

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both your parents had been training you to be a hunter, one stormy night they had brought you with them on a hunt, but told you to wait in the car while they quickly when in for the kill.

they left you both with a phone and an emergency number, your god father Bobby Singer. should they not come out of the hunt you were to call bobby and not trust anyone else for the first while.

sitting in the car you were unaware that someone else had gone into the same place your parents were in. a few moments later the sound of voices alert you to someone approaching your vehicle.

you pull out your hand gun and ready it. doing exactly like your parents taught you. you leave the door open a tad and the windows kinda down. then you spring from the car as you aim your hand held at three gentlemen who appear to be human.

YN: who are you? where are my parents? what did you do to them?

John steps in between you and the boys.

John: easy sweetheart, my name is John winchester, your father with his final breath told us to find you and bring you to Bobby Singer, who happens to be a good friend of mine. your parents fought admirably but were severely wounded in the battle. your mother was dead in seconds. but your father survived long enough to tell us about you, where to find you, and where to bring you. You are safe with us no one is gonna harm you. Dean, sam go get the equipment to the car, bring it here, I will help YN get to the car.

both Sam and Dean rush off, you are left with John. you continue to hold your handheld aimed at him for a few more seconds before your legs buckle from beneath you.

dropping your handheld you fall to your knees, tears streaming from your eyes. John helps you up and cradles you in his arms as you continue to cry.

Sam and Dean pull up with the impala. Dean gets out of the car as John stares at Dean.

Dean: what are your orders sir?

John: take YN and sit with her in the back seat and boy get your head out of the gutter, this girl just lost her parents.

YN: wait we need to give them a proper funeral first. then you all can treat me like a fragile china doll.

John sends sam to build the pyre’s, Dean and John go to collect the bodies. one body per pyre, a white sheet wrapped around each body, then doused in oil as you sang one final song for your parents.

John and the boys just stood there as you sang a song you often heard your mother sing when she was at hunter funerals. she told you that it was a burial song that she had heard while in greece on a trip once.

you figured it was only right to sing it in her memory. once that was done you felt no strength the physically walk, John offered to carry you, you graciously accepted.

about halfway to the car, you had passed out from exhaustion. John had Dean sit in the back seat as John gently placed you in the back resting your head in Dean’s lap.

the entire ride back to bobby’s John kept stealing silent longing glances at you, but then he realized that a girl like you would never go for a guy like him. but perhaps that was just speculation, john’s mind swirled with the fark thoughts as his mind came up with a plan, something so genius so full proof, it was bound to work.

pulling into Bobby’s lot several hours later bobby and rumsfeld greeted everyone at the driveway. John carried you in his arms, not displaying anything except the remorse he felt for you.

you were laid down in your room, Bobby goes to the kitchen and pulls out a beer for John who cant sleep. Dean and Sam however pass out on the couch as they are completely exhausted.

John: they didnt make it, they died in the fight. YN was in their car scared out of her mind when we got to her. Bobby she had her gun tranked on me and the boys. she thought we did somethng to her parents. this girl, how..

Bobby: im her god father, her parents were some of my best friends they got married right here on this property. then they found out they were expecting a baby and they couldnt have been happier. they sat me down in this very kitchen one day and asked me to be the god father of their child. i accepted. YN has gret potential to be an amazing huntress. for she has both the blood of a hunter and the blood of a witch. she is exactly like her mother.

John’s eyes went wide with shock.

John: wait what… she is half human, half witch?

Bobby could only nodd his head as he raised his beer to the ceiling and spoke.

Bobby: well Niella, heres hoping that you and trevor are standing at the pearly gates now. rest in peace my friends. i promise i will look after your girl.

he took a long swig before looking at John.

Bobby: boy get your ass to bed, get some sleep. you idjit. get. i can watch the lines for a while. it wont kill you to get some sleep. now get goin before i kick your ass.

John: your right, i should get some sleep but it would be nice to know that she is okay first.

Bobby could see something going on in Johns features when he spoke about you.

Bobby: what are you thinking bout?

John: Bobby I know I kept saying I might never find anyone to love after what happened with Mary but I honestly think I’ve found a spark in that girl laying upstairs sleeping.

Bobby looked at his best friend and got up to give him a pat on the shoulder.

Bobby: give her some time she will come around. She needs to adjust to life now that she has lost her parents. Just don’t push her right now, John. Give her time to heal.

John: ya I suppose your right buddy, you always are. Now I’m gonna go get some sleep. Let me know if you find any cases.

John made his way to the other bedroom upstairs, though as much as he wanted to make a move to tell you about the spark he felt, he knew Bobby was right you needed time to heal.

He was willing to wait, however long it would take. You woke up about early afternoon, you went into your bathroom and just stood there in the hot water, mulling over the events of night passed.

You realized that they were really gone. John woke up about the same time, John went into your room to make sure you were okay. When he didn’t see you and he heard the shower running he knew that he had a chance.

He went to what he presumed to be your dirty laundry pile and picked up a pair of your used panties from the top of the pile. As John held those still warm panties in his hands he stood in wonder of the wet secrets you held. What dreams and thoughts kept you up at night.

john stuck the panties in his pocket, he knew what he planned to do with it later. and by later he means like in a few moments when he arrives back in his own room. for now he would let you be.

you get out of the shower and head off to find something to wear. something that would help you to remain comfortable at the same time hunt ready just in case. you got dressed and braided your hair.

YN (to self in the mirror): i shall strive to survive however long that may be, i shall hunt, i shall kill those who threaten the good, pure and innocent. i shall strive to have everything my parents ever wanted for me. for i am their daughter, their soul heir, i only hope to be as good a huntress as they could ever have hoped me to be.

you emerged from your bedroom, you heard voices from downstairs. you figured that whoever was down there must have been frieds of bobby’s.

You walked unto the kitchen, Bobby spotted you and came up to you pulling you into a hug. the other 2 people in the kitchen just looked at you and Bobby not sure what to say or how to react.

Bobby pulled back after a few seconds and spun you round.

Bobby: my god YN you have grown into such a wonderful young woman, with the beauty of your mother and the strength as well as courage of your father.

YN: i cant believe they are gone. i hate this feeling of we are in such danger. yet something else is about to… who are our guests?

Bobby: these are the people who brought you here last night. This is Sam and Dean Winchester, their father John is upstairs sleeping. Or at least he should be. That stubborn idjit never listens. Would you do us the honor of making breakfast YN, I’m just briefing these boys on a nearby poltergeist.

YN: let me see what I can do about feeding you boys.

You started humming, speaking in a sing song voice words not in English but something foreign. You just thought it was one of the celtic mix songs you were singing.

Meanwhile Dean, Sam and Bobby listen to what you are singing.

Sam: that doesn’t sound english

Dean: Bobby do you know what she is saying?

Bobby: it’s a witches blessing, but she doesn’t know that

Sam and Dean both looked at Bobby in shock.

Sam: where did she learn that?

Bobby: her mother was half witch half human, YN got the same gene as her mother. When a witch has a child their power is passed onto their first born when they die. Niella is gone, it’s only a matter of time before YN comes into her mother’s and her own power.

bobby was just thankful that you hadnt heard that, he knew if you did you would resent what you are. cause thats what you were taught.

Dean: so is she single.

Bobby slapped Dean upside the head

Bobby: she has a potential caller in that department, he is just waiting for the right moment when she isnt in mourning. now, not a word of any of this to her or i will have you both sleeping outside in rumsfeld’s dog house.

You come into the dining room, carrying 3 plates for the 3 men sitting in that room. you place a plate in front of each gentleman. getting thanked by each one you move to do the rest of the filing and organizing for Bobby. you decided that you would just keep yourself as busy as possible.

bobby and the boys finished eating, bobby then had Sam do the dishes while Dean went to speak with John. bobby then came to keep an eye on you.

YN: i can feel you hovering.

Bobby: i am only concerned, you lost your parents. you need to take time to mourn, you need to heal.

YN: i will take time to do that when i dont have chores to do.

bobby: you have no chores that have to be done right now. just take rumsfeld, go for a stroll in the woods. take the time to process and grieve, when you get back we will discuss what an amazing job your doing on the organizing as well as the grocery list.

You put down the papers and books your holding and you grab rumfelds leash, leading him out the door. Both of you strolling down the path into the woods.

You get to a clearing, you take rumfelds leash off you knew he wouldn’t go too far, he was always partial to you.

You found a stream, rumsfeld lay down beside it just basking in the sunlight, you took off your sandals and dipped your toes in the stream. That’s when you felt a tear fall off your cheeks.

Meanwhile back at the house, Dean and John come downstairs as Sam finishes the dishes.

John: what’s the good word?

Bobby:I sent YN out to talk rumsfeld for a walk, she needed to be alone right now. As well as Sam did dishes, the boys are gonna go take care of a poltergeist just 10 miles east of here, and I’m gonna go later and get the groceries. You have time to work on whatever vehicle you want John. ive got some new ones coming in today. if you want to do that for me lighten the load a bit for me that would be helpful. YN will just be in here organizing and doing several things for me. building some shelves and stands. she will just be keeping busy, rumsfeld will be with her.

John: leave me the list of whats wrong with the cars, ill get them done. do not forget to put bacon on the shopping list. and we need more toilet paper. the stock is running low. as well as easy to transport meals for those emergency hunting trips.

bobby: Dean, Sam time for you boys to head out. i have written down the address for you boys. please for the love of everything, you idjits be careful. and good luck.

Sam and Dean take off in the impala. they both knew that it was it wouldnt be wise to disobey Bobby especially when John was there.

John helped Bobby create a shopping list. But the entire time that John was helping Bobby, his mind was on you on all the dirty things he wanted to do to you.

Bobby waited till you would return almost 2 hours later, rumsfeld came bounding into the house. You stood outside and stared at the forest where you yelled screamed and cried. Bobby embraced you upon your arrival inside the house.

Bobby: I’m gonna go do a run into town as well as follow up on a case. You two gonna be okay here by yourselves.

YN: we will be fine. Thank you Bobby. I feel alot better after that walk with rumsfeld but right now we have a mess to organize and shelves to build. Right rumsfeld.

Rumsfeld just looked at you and accepted the ear scratches that you gave him. Before both of you disappeared into the living room. Bobby and John now spoke quietly so as not for you to hear.

Bobby: do what you will John but don’t force her to do anything she isn’t ready for.

John: Bobby I gave you my word alright I’m not gonna force her into anything. Trust me.

Bobby: don’t give me any reason, not to trust you John. I’m going grocery shopping now. The list is on the table of the cars that should start coming in anytime now. One of them is her parents car. All the bags and things in it as well. Don’t touch it just wait on that till I return. I want to show it to YN. Allow her the chance to go through her parents things.

John: I will be on my best behavior now go get those groceries. Take your time and bring back lots of alcohol I’m sure it will go to good use.

Bobby: alright don’t forget to call me if u need anything else.

Bobby walks out to his car and takes off down the driveway as John watches him turn away from the house. John watches you from a distance, waiting for his right moment to strike.

He goes out to check in a few cars and start working on a few things, setting stuff up basically and then he walks in and sneaks up behind you covering your mouth as his hands roam your body.

John: listen up and listen good, you are driving me crazy. The way you walk in these short shorts, has be rock hard. So I am not gonna penetrate you right now, instead I’m gonna say this. You are gonna use your hands to remove your shorts, then you are gonna spread your legs and let me feel that pussy of yours. Do it now slowly and then we will have some fun.

you did as told, you were shaking but that was to be your undoing. for as soon as you had your shorts and panties down far enough he forcefully spread your legs and ran his finger over your pussy. it was wet and very very tender.

YN: no John what are you doing?

John: im relieving some of my tension. you have had me sexually frustrated since last night when i laid you on the bed. then this morning while you were in the shower, i stole a pair of your fresh used panties off the top of the pile. we will relieve the rest of my tension again at a later date, but for now i just want a small taste of what im gonna have to play with. now dont move and keep your legs spread, also pull your feet out of your shorts and panties. ill be taking this pair of warm fresh panties from you as well.

john stuff them in his jeans, you then feel his finger against your clit, it kinda tingled but mostly it made you scream. This only made him go faster, pumping his fingers in and out. Then he removed the 2 fingers he had in your pussy, he spread your folds and began to bury his face in your pussy. His tongue severely licking your clit.

YN: John stop please we dont know when everyone is getting back...

John: that is the second outburst from you. let me put you over my shoulder, we are going to test the water pressure...

you struggle as John lifts you over his shoulder carrying you upstairs to your shower. he turns on the water before using his free hand to take off his pants. he then gets into the shower still holding you, he spreads your legs and feels the hot water on his hard cock.

letting it lather up a bit before dropping you on his hard cock. you let out a strong scream, John tore your shirt and bra, he continued to pound you into the walk for a number of minutes. blood running down the drain from your pussy as John pounds you.

John: cum for me YN. then i shall let you bathe Rumsfeld as well... gives a cover story as to why your all wet.

John unleashes 5 more minutes of rough pounding before he unleashed a huge load of cum inside you.

he sets you down under the water before he gets out drys off and puts his pants back on keeping your panties in his jeans. he leaves you alone with Rumsfeld. who jumps right into the bathtub. you wash your self off and then you wash rumsfeld.

you cry while you do but rumsfeld just licks your face and makes you smile. rumsfeld didnt leave your side at all after the bath, he waited rolling round in the towel you gave him drying himself off as you put on something comfortable.

you went back downstairs and didnt see John, you cleaned stuff up and made your way over to finish organizing. before you would ever settle down to watch a movie, just snuggling with Rumsfeld.

you were taking a nap on the floor with rumsfeld when Bobby and John walked in carrying the groceries. the organizing was almost done but the events of but a few hours ago had taken alot out of you.

neither John nor you spoke of what happened, neither of you worried about the future, cause it was intertwined from the beginning and that is another tale for another time.

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