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nicksalchemy1 · 28 days

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Mientras Respiro, Espero - Part 1

Pairing: Firefighter AU Dean Winchester x Nurse!Plus-Size!Mexican!Reader

Summary: Dean Winchester, a firefighter with a reputation for casual flings, finds himself longing for something more meaningful in his life. Meanwhile, you, a stubborn surgical intern, are trying to escape your past in California. When Dean loses a bet and is tasked with cleaning the trucks, your paths cross unexpectedly. Little do both of you know meeting each other would cause some problems.

A/N: “Mientras Respiro, Espero”: Spanish for “while I breathe, I wait.”

Here’s the first part of my little story. I really like writing in this universe and if part goes well, then I’ll continue posting. (I’m gonna post it anyways 🧐) Credits for inspiration again go to @zepskies !!

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Word Count: 2,167

Warnings: Toxic parental situation, mentions of fat-shaming, childhood trauma, and a quick old-fashioned meet cute.

Part 1 - Who’s Afraid Of Little Old Me?

Avalon, California, was a gilded cage with ocean views, where the houses were as polished as the facades people wore. It was in one such manicured home where your story paused.

“Mija, you’re wasting your life with these... these dreams of yours! ¡No seas tan estúpida!” Your mother’s voice was a razor wrapped in velvet, cutting into you as you packed the last of your belongings into an old, battered suitcase.

The room was a mausoleum of your former life, with its pristine walls adorned with academic accolades and a full-length mirror that once reflected a girl desperate to please. Now, it only mirrored your resolve.

“I’m saving it, not wasting it,” you shot back, the words tumbling from your lips like brave soldiers in battle. You tucked a framed photo of your childhood self – the one with the broadest, most hopeful eyes – into the suitcase's side.

Your mother’s silhouette filled the doorway, her arms crossed in the silent indictment. “And what about the family reputation? Our standing in the community?”

You zipped up the suitcase, and the sound of a definitive line drawn. “What about my happiness, Mamí? What about living a life that’s actually mine? With someone who won’t pick on me like I’m still a child?”

She scoffed dismissively, a sound that stung like salt in an open wound. “Esos gringos no saben nada. Happiness is a luxury for those who can afford to be foolish.”

You locked eyes with her in the mirror, your own gaze hardened like forged steel. “Then consider me a fool.”

The house seemed to hold its breath as you shouldered past her, suitcase in hand. Your father stood in the hallway, a silent sentinel. His eyes, a mirror of your own, flickered with something that might have been pride or sorrow – or both.

“Daddy,” you whispered, pausing for a moment.

He cleared his throat, a rumble from deep within. “You always were the stubborn one,” he murmured, his voice barely above a soft-spoken whisper. “Be careful. Call me anytime you need me.”

A nod was all you could muster before you descended the staircase, each step a drumbeat to your newfound freedom. The door closed behind you with a finality that echoed through your bones. The California sun dipped low, as if bowing to your courage.

The suitcase wheels rumbled against the cobblestone path, a small but sure declaration of your departure. Behind you, the house – a beautiful prison of expectation and familial duty – faded into just another part of the landscape.

You didn't look back.

Considering it was your first time flying in an airplane, first class at that, you were anxious. Not about actually being in the plane around people or the way the lady in the seat across from your aisle coffee smelled like someone took a fancy shit, but because you were moving in with a couple that you trusted yet, hardly knew.

Mary and John Winchester were rough around the edges, but they meant well. They knew what happened in your household, how toxic it was, and invited you to stay with them in Lawerence. Plus, you would be able to keep your job. Mary was head of Neurosurgery and earned you a spot as a surgical intern. Working hard or hardly working, am I right? You thought to yourself, smiling to yourself.

And boy, were these ‘gringos’ rich. Not only did they offer you that extra guest room in their house, but they also bought you your first-class seat, in which your butt was in right now.

You knew John was a respected detective, and with his income mixed with Mary’s, they made bank.

You also knew they had two sons. John and Mary mentioned their names, but you knew the youngest worked for the ADA, and the oldest worked as a firefighter.

Cool. Wonder what that's like, you tilt your head in thought.

A stable work life, home life, and family. But not all ‘picture-perfect’ families meant they were truly picture perfect.

And that was for you to figure out.

The airplane descended through the cotton candy clouds, and the world below began to take shape—a patchwork of fields and roads that would soon become your new reality. Your heart danced a nervous tango with the seatbelt across your lap, anticipation tightening with every drop in altitude.

The captain's voice crackled through the cabin, announcing the imminent landing in Lawrence. You straightened up, smoothing the fabric of your jeans as if to iron out the last creases of your past life.

When the wheels kissed the tarmac, you felt a jolt, not unlike the one that had propelled you out of your family’s house. You collected your single suitcase from the overhead bin—a symbol of your fresh start—and made your way through the aisle with a resolve that echoed the click-clack of your boots on the aircraft's floor.

The airport was small but buzzing with life, a hive of reunions and farewells. You stood for a moment at the arrival gate, scanning the crowd until you saw them.

Mary's presence was undeniable. She stood with a grace that spoke of her surgical precision, her eyes warm and welcoming. John, equally imposing in his own right, had the stance of a man who had weathered storms and could chart a course through any adversity.

They spotted you almost immediately, and Mary’s smile widened as she opened her arms. “There she is! Welcome to Kansas!”

You stepped into her embrace, the scent of antiseptic mingling with a soft perfume—a stark contrast to the oppressive aroma of your mother's overwhelming floral scents. “Thank you, Mary,” you smiled, grateful for the genuine warmth.

John extended his hand, which you shook firmly, finding in his grip the silent support of a seasoned detective. “Good to have you here. We’ve got the guest room all set up for you,” he said, his voice a deep timbre of reassurance.

You nodded, your eyes meeting his. “I can’t thank you both enough for this opportunity.”

As you walked through the airport, with Mary’s hand lightly on your back and John carrying your suitcase, you felt the weight of your old life lifting. The conversation was light, peppered with Mary’s questions about your flight and John’s quips about Kansas being the true heart of America.

Once in the car, the grilling starts. “So, how are you doing, hun?” Mary asks curiously, mainly because she’s concerned and trying to make sure you’re comfortable.

“Oh, you know, as good as you can be while moving state from state.” You remark as politely as possible, trying not to seep tension into the car ride.

“I hope you feel better. When we get to the house, you’re welcome to rest. I don’t cook very well,” She clears her throat, shrugging, “But I can give you some money to order something in?”

“I couldn’t do that, but thank you. It’s late, anyways. I’ll wait till tommorow morning.”

“Okay. Just as along as you’re comfortable.” Mary winks, a soft, motherly smile on her face.

You nod, meeting her smile with the same.

John pulls the Volkswagen van into the driveway and puts it in park, shutting the engine off. “Home sweet home.”

You sigh and step out of the car, staring at the home. The house is a two-story structure with a prominent green exterior. It features white trim around the windows and roof edges, contrasting nicely with the green. The front door is wooden with a rich, warm tone. There are two windows on the upper floor and one window on either side of the front door on the ground floor. A chimney extends from the left side of the roof, indicating a fireplace inside.

A well-maintained lawn adorned with various small plants and flowers. A concrete pathway leads to three steps up to a small porch area before reaching the wooden front door.

Mary leads you up to where your room is at and it seemed to be one of her boy’s old nurseries, but now the wall was decorated with two old band posters, The Beatles and a Zeppelin poster. Huh. The bed had a floral blanket and a navy sheet under it. There were two pillows in a white silk covers and a lamp on the beside table.

“John and I are gonna hit the hay, so, goodnight, love.” Mary waves from the doorframe, giving you one last glance before heading off.

“Goodnight,” You reply, setting your suitcase down beside your bed and lay back on your bed.

In the locker room, you changed into your scrubs, the fabric feeling foreign yet exciting against your skin. You tucked your hair under a surgical cap and checked yourself in the mirror. Ready.

The hospital corridors were a maze of activity, doctors and nurses moving with a sense of urgency that was almost palpable. You found your way to the intern's lounge, where a group of young doctors was gathered, pouring over patient charts and sipping on coffee as if it were a lifeline.

That's when you met her — Charlie Bradbury. With her vibrant red hair and a stack of comic books under her arm, she was a splash of color in the sterile environment. She noticed you immediately, her green eyes lighting up with an impish sparkle.

"Hey, you must be the new kid! I'm Charlie, your friendly neighborhood genius slash intern. Welcome to the chaos!" she greeted you with an outstretched hand, adorned with quirky rings.

"Thanks, I'm..." you began.

"Don't tell me," she interrupted playfully, "You're the one who just flew in from Cali, right? Mary's been raving about you."

You chuckled, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. "Guilty as charged."

Charlie showed you around, her chatter filling the spaces between the bustle of the hospital. She introduced you to the other interns, the nurses, and even the grumpy guy who ran the coffee cart. Throughout the day, you shadowed her as she confidently navigated patient care, inserting IV lines with precision and calming anxious patients with her quirky humor.

Despite the exhaustion that came with the endless rounds and the mountain of new information, you felt a sense of accomplishment. You were doing this, really doing it — and you were not alone.

In the afternoon, Mary tasked you with delivering first aid kits to the local fire department as part of a community outreach program. You welcomed the break from the hospital walls and made your way to the fire station with a box of supplies in tow.

As you approached, you noticed a firefighter washing a large, red truck — his sleeves rolled up, revealing muscular arms, and his focus never wavering from the task at hand. You hesitated for a moment before approaching.

"Excuse me," you called out, "I have a delivery from Lawrence General?"

He turned around, and you were met with striking green eyes and a smudge of soap on his cheek. He was ruggedly handsome, with a stubble that spoke of long hours and a jaw set with determination.

"Oh, hey," he replied, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Thanks for the-"

Before he could finish, another firefighter called out to him, "Dean, we need you!"

"Sorry, duty calls," he said with a charming, apologetic grin. "Just leave the kits by the door, and thanks again."

"No problem," you replied, feeling a pang of disappointment as the moment ended too quickly. You placed the box down and watched as he jogged back to his colleagues, ready to respond to the next emergency.

The rest of your shift passed in a blur, and before you knew it, Mary was driving you back to the Winchester home. As the car hummed along the road, she glanced at you with a knowing smile.

"I hope your first day wasn't too overwhelming. You did great," she said encouragingly.

"It was definitely a day to remember," you admitted with a tired smile.

Mary's expression turned warm and excited as she announced, "Well, get ready for a family dinner tonight. John and I want you to meet our sons properly. They're excited to have you."

The thought of the evening ahead sparked a mix of nerves and curiosity within you.

"Oh, uh, okay." you replied slightly indifferent by the unexpected dinner, but the prospect of a meal with a family that wouldn’t make measure how many calories your plate has won’t be bad just because you had to meet your “landlord’s” sons. “Sounds nice.”

TO BE CONTINUED…

And there’s that! Next time. 😉

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 4 months

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Of All The Places to Meet

Summary: When the reader gets into a bad accident, she doesn’t expect to meet her true mate at the same time...

Pairing: Alpha/Firefighter!Dean x Omega!reader

Word Count: 2,500ish

Warnings: language, car accident, major injury

A/N: Enjoy!

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“She’s fucking jammed in there good. We need to cut her out.” You blinked open your eyes slowly, very aware of how…off the world seemed. Your head was killing you, that was for sure. Something about the fact you were upside down in your car told you that had something to do with it.

Lazily you turned your head at the scent of vanilla and tobacco, humming at the pleasant smell in the otherwise metallic and burnt rubber scented air. Beside you, crawled in your passenger window on his back, laying on top of your roof was a pair of gorgeous green eyes staring back.

“She’s awake!” called the man, his attention on you the whole time. “Hey, sweetheart. You were in an accident. I’m gonna get you out of here.”

“Smell pretty,” you murmured, fighting off the urge to pass out again. “I’m gonna…”

“Miss. Miss, try to-”

Dean’s POV

“Fuck, she’s out cold again,” I said. I could see where her door was pinned against her left side. It’d be a miracle if she hadn’t shattered her hip or femur. My stomach churned once more, hands gripping the center console that was partially cracked and pushed forward.

This was not how this was supposed to happen. You don’t meet your true mate in a goddamn car wreck when she’s critically injured. You just don’t.

And now there was another problem.

Alpha’s were notoriously protective of their mates, especially true mates. That instinct skyrocketed when they were injured, even something as small as a cut thumb.

Seeing, smelling, my true mate when she was broken and battered and hurt out of her mind?

Yeah, there was no way I was going to be able to physically get away from this little omega.

“Winchester! Let the medic get in there and we’ll work on getting the driver's door off,” called Benny. My gut said to stay but I also knew she needed someone more qualified than me to attend to her at this moment. Reluctantly, I climbed out and ran around to the outside of the car, a few guys already working on ripping the metal apart.

“She’s got the neck brace on!” called the EMT. “We’re ready for whenever she’s loose.”

Twenty minutes later we finally had the door off, a backboard slipped underneath her and she was being pulled out of the vehicle.

The EMT’s packed her up and somehow she wasn’t bleeding out. There was always the chance for internal injuries though. I wandered over to the back of the ambulance, climbing into the back much to the displeasure of the two EMT’s.

“What the hell are you doing Dean?” said Benny. I chucked my helmet at him, Benny barely catching it. “De-“

“She’s my true mate. I can’t…I need to go.” He sighed but nodded.

“Let him ride with you. I’ll pick him up at county later. Dean?” I nodded as they started to close the doors. “Listen to the doctors and stay out of their way. That’s how you can keep her safe.”

I nodded as they shut the doors, my focus going to the woman strapped to the stretcher. She looked so broken, covered in blood and scrapes.

I squeezed her hand, a gentle twitch of her finger in my palm.

“You’ll be okay, Omega. I promise.”

Reader’s POV

You blinked open your eyes slowly, grateful this time you were right side up. The bed was soft and warm even if your body felt achy. A buzz was thrumming through your veins as you looked down, the drugs in your system keeping you calm as you took in the sight.

Your entire left leg was bruised. Literally every spec of skin was bruised.

And then you saw the monstrous contraption encasing it, pins holding your thigh in place. Beeping rang through the room as your heart rate shot up, eyes fixated on your wiggling toes.

“Okay. Okay, I can still walk,” you breathed out, inhaling deeply. “Hopefully.”

A wave of exhaustion hit as the door opened, an Alpha!nurse walking inside. “Well good evening Y/N! How are we feeling?”

“Shitty.” You frowned and closed your eyes again.

“Do you remember what happened?” he asked, checking the monitors and then bending your arms.

“Uh. I was driving on the highway and then I woke up here,” you said, nose twitching. “Something smelled pretty.”

He just hummed and checked your leg that wasn’t secure, offering you a smile. “I’m going to check a few things and then I’ll bring the doctor in.”

An hour later you were laying back in bed, staring at the ceiling and trying to wrap your head around everything the doctor had said. Intensive physical therapy would be needed for months and even then your leg may never be a hundred percent again. You had a concussion and wouldn’t be able to drive a car for six months most likely. You’d need to take a leave of absence from work. Although that one might not be that bad actually considering how stressful it’d been lately.

On top of all that, apparently there was some creeper Alpha firefighter hanging out in the waiting area.

Waiting for you.

Because your day hadn’t been unsettling enough as it was.

Before long you were fast asleep, hoping that tomorrow you’d wake up and find out this was just a nightmare.

“Good morning Y/N!” said your nurse, Alfie. You twitched your eye, not deterring his chipper mood one bit. “Feeling any better today?”

“We’re going to have problems if you’re always this bubbly when I wake up, Alfie,” you grumbled, sighing as pain shot up your leg. “If you could just do me a favor and cut off my leg, that’d be appreciated.”

“Oh, don’t be drastic, Y/N. I know the doctor wants to wean you off the pain medicine as soon as possible but it shouldn’t be that bad.”

“Did he shatter his femur yesterday? No? When he does he can talk to me about taking away my pain meds,” you said, hitting the button for morphine but nothing coming out. “Alfie. I need something.”

“The doctor gave strict orders to have you on only over the counter-”

“It fucking hurts!” you shouted, surprised at how agitated you were. Normally you were always kind and polite to strangers. But this? You were in pain and you didn’t have the patience to be a socially acceptable human being today.

Alfie looked sympathetic but his reply was cut off when a man with disheveled hair and dirty clothes came barging in the room. Strike that. The creeper Alpha firefighter that was stalking you outside was suddenly barging in the room.

“What are you doing to her?” he spat out, venom in every word. You could hear him audibly growl as he stalked over to Alfie, the poor Alpha shrinking back like he was an Omega cornered in a dark alley.

“Hey! Get out of…” you paused when you caught his scent. The heart rate monitor beeped dangerously fast, both of them turning to you. The scary Alpha firefighter suddenly made you calm, his scent giving off clear signals.

Relax Omega. You’re safe and protected.

“You can’t be in here,” said Alfie as he got his wits back. He grabbed the firefighter, shrieking when the man growled so loud it sounded like he’d gone feral.

“Alfie’s right,” you said, pain filling your heart as you breathed deeply. You had no idea who this Alpha was but you knew his instincts were in overdrive. “You’re filthy and this is an ICU. Go home and clean yourself up. Come back this afternoon and we’ll talk then. That’s an order, Alpha.”

“Yes, omega,” he said softly, nodding once. “Are you okay?”

“Later, Alpha.” He apologized briefly to Alfie before leaving, Alfie relaxing when his scent went with him. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. I don’t know how you got him to believe you like that. He was this close to snapping.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s my true mate.” Alfie raised his eyebrow and cocked his head.

“We can do a blood test. And make him take one too before we let him back in. On second thought, that’s absolutely happening.”

You raised a hand, wincing as pain pulsated through your leg. “Tell him I asked him to please take the test so he doesn’t take it out on the staff. Please.”

“Will do.” He paused as he exited the room. “I’ll talk to the doctor about your pain meds, see if we can make the steps down not so drastic.”

“Thanks Alfie.”

You were tired when you woke up after lunch and physical therapy. So much so you could barely open your eyes. You wouldn’t think you could be all that physical with a damn broken femur but after they moved and worked you to the point of shouting, you’d changed your mind quickly.

A large, calloused hand stroked your cheek, wiping away a stray tear that fell. The air smelled sweet, like pine and vanilla. “Omega. How can I help the pain?”

“You being here helps,” you murmured, his long fingers brushing away more tears. You squeezed your eyes when pain ripped through you. “They say I don’t need the morphine but I only can sleep today when I’m exhausted from the pain. I don’t know how I’m supposed to get through this.”

“With me, Omega. I’ll talk to the doctors. You were injured only a day ago. They must have missed something if it hurts so badly.” He bent down and kissed your temple, your eyes fluttering open. “Please don’t worry. I’ll be here for you every step of the way.”

You stared up into his green eyes, surprised to find him smiling at you. “Why are you so handsome?”

“Makes up for my lack of singing ability,” he chuckled. He brushed your hair behind your ear, his scent coming off in powerful waves to soothe you. “I’m sorry for scaring you earlier. I know you don’t quite know me but I was one of the responders to your accident and when I scented you…my instincts went a little crazy.”

“It’s alright,” you whispered, a flash of pain rising up again. “Can you find the doctor?”

“Yes Omega,” he murmured. “Try to rest.” He got up from the nearby seat and hummed. “I’m Dean.”

“Y/N,” you said, shutting your eyes once more.

“I’ll make it better Y/N. I promise.”

Two Weeks Later

“Hey,” said Dean when he entered your hospital room. “I heard you’re getting discharged today.”

You grumbled from bed, wearing one of his fire station hoodies. He pulled the curtains open, smiling wide as you tugged the hood up.

“Aren’t you excited to be getting out of here?” He had a point. You were happy to be leaving, with some pain medication too. But your leg was still incredibly fucked and you couldn’t go back to your apartment. Not when it was on the third floor. Dean luckily lived in a ranch style but you hated imposing on him.

“I wish I didn’t have to move in with you.” His smile fell as you groaned. “I meant like this. Because I’m hurt and can’t be alone. I wish we could be like a normal pair of mates.”

“Hey,” he said. He sat on the edge of the bed by my good leg, lightly stroking over the bonding gland in my neck. “We are normal. We just need to practice a bit more patience than other true mates.”

“You mean how I can’t have sex for months until my leg is healed. It’s going to drive both of us crazy to wait.”

“We can bond, just without the knotting. We’re already scent bonded and as long as we don’t stay away from each other for too long-“

“You mean an hour tops? You’re stuck by my side for the next three months minimum. I might not walk correctly again. I might always-“

He put his hand over your mouth, annoyance rising in your veins.

“I’m your Alpha, even if you don’t bear my mark yet. I never want to hear you say you think I’m stuck with you. Being with you is the only thing I could ever want. We will figure this out and I will not mate you until you are fully recovered. Am I clear, Omega?”

The use of your title from his lips sent fuzzy, calming feelings throughout your body, your head nodding without thinking. Large fingers gently stroked your cheek, a soft hum escaping him.

“Are you ready to go home with me?”

“Okay, Alpha. You can take me home.”

“You all set?” asked Dean later that evening. You were in bed, leg propped up on some pillows. Dean had spent the day with you, helping you get discharged and set up his house so it was a bit more friendly for you to get around in.

“As good as I can be,” you said, watching him disappear into the closet, returning in a fire station shirt and a pair of skinny black joggers. “You have work?”

He chuckled and shook his head. “No, no. Just getting comfy for the night. I can order us some food. I’m sure you’re starving.”

“A little,” you said, Dean sitting beside you, urging you to curl into his side. “Thank you for helping me that day. The accident.”

“It’s my job, sweetheart,” he said, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. “I’m just happy you’re still here. You got lucky.”

“Hell of a way to meet your mate.” He hummed, quietly stroking your bare arm with the tips of his fingers. “I’m really glad I’m not doing this on my own.”

“You’ll never be on your own ever again, Omega. I promise.”

“I know, Alpha. My leg might never heal the same way but at least I got one good thing out of this situation.” He smiled, brushing your hair behind your ear. “This comfy ass bed.”

He rolled his eyes with a smirk, kissing the top of your head before he got up. “Alright. With that, I’m off to go be your manly Alpha and hunt down some food for us.”

“You mean order takeout?” you teased. He tossed a pillow at you, laughing lightly.

“For that I’m ordering pineapple on the pizza.” You dropped your jaw, Dean laughing a bit harder, his scent the calmest you’d ever smelled it. “I’m kidding. I’m not deranged.”

“Good cause true mates or not, that is not happening,” you said.

“Glad we can agree on it,” he said. “What about a supreme?”

“Now we’re talking,” you said. He left the room with a nod, returning a few minutes later with a soft smile. “What?”

“Nothing. Just really glad to finally have found you. It’s…easy with you.”

You knew what he meant, patting the spot next to you. He returned to your side with a smile, pulling you to rest against his chest. His scent filled the air, a relaxed cozy feeling settling in your bones.

“Yes, yes it is Alpha,” you said, taking a deep inhale, exhaling slowly. “It absolutely is.”

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molt3ngold · 3 days

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Firefighter!Dean because he deserved that happy ending 🧡

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anotherspnfanfic · 1 year

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Hit and Run: Nightmares

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word count: 2540

Square Filled: Hugs for TMAS bingo @supernatural-jackles

Warnings: nightmares, character death (but not really), lots of fluff

Summary: Dean is still haunted by her accident.

A/N: Well it’s been over 2 years since the last timestamp on this but this part of the accident I never wrote into the original series wouldn’t get out of my head... so here it is. 😊

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It was a beautiful spring day. Clear blue skies, birds chirping, and the smell of freshly-mowed grass lingering in the air. A perfect day, yet Dean couldn’t seem to shake this sense of dread.

He rinsed soap suds off the side of the truck. Before he could set the hose down, the bells sounded through the station. Hastily, he and the rest of the crew loaded into the trucks and pulled out of the station.

The lieutenant advised they were headed to a single-vehicle hit-and-run crash on the highway.

The silencing of the sirens and hiss of the air brakes announced their arrival on the scene. He was overcome with an intense sense of déjà vu as he climbed out of the truck to see the mangled blue Mustang.

Everyone moved towards the car to begin extricating the driver, but he couldn’t move. He felt like his feet were cemented to the ground.

Before he could figure out why, he was standing behind the ambulance with her on the stretcher. His hand was in hers as she cried out in agony. “I know it hurts. Just breathe and squeeze as hard as you need to, sweetheart.” She was then loaded into the ambo with him sitting beside her.

He held tightly onto her hand, worried that if he let go, she might just disappear. Suddenly, she squeezed his hand, panic filling her eyes as she struggled to breathe. In an attempt to soothe her however he could, he ran his thumb softly over her knuckles.

As Sam and Cas worked to treat her, he whispered soft reassurances. He was fairly certain she didn’t hear him over the commotion, but he continued anyway. Less than a minute passed, and she was able to breathe easier once more.

Dean watched as she slowly started to relax as the adrenaline in her system began to fade. She fought to keep her eyes open and her grip firm on his hand.

“Four minutes out!” Benny hollered from the driver's seat.

Moments later, her hand went lax in his just before she lost her fight for consciousness. “Stay awake, kiddo. Come on, open your eyes,” he pleaded.

Next, the heart monitor began to blare warning tones. “V-fib,” Cas announced.

“Damn it,” Sam muttered. Pressing his fingers against her neck, he added, “Lost her pulse. Dean, compressions.”

Once again, Dean was completely frozen in place. Why couldn’t he move? He had to save her.

He blinked and was then standing outside the trauma room at the hospital. He watched as the doctors worked to resuscitate her. “No,” he breathed out. “No, no, no. This isn’t what happened.”

“Hold compressions,” said the doctor. “Clear.”

Dean flinched as she was shocked once again. He shook his head. “We got her back in the ambulance. This is all wrong.”

The doctor looked at the monitor as the monotone droned on. He shook his head and sighed defeatedly.

“No. No, no, no, no, no.”

“Time of death…”

Dean gasped, jolting upright. Disoriented, it took a moment for him to realize where he was. He was at home, in his own bed.

As he tried to catch his breath, he glanced over his shoulder to see her sleeping soundly. She was safe and right beside him. He sighed in relief. It was only a nightmare.

Once he’d started to regain his bearings, he took a slow, deep breath. He scrubbed his hand down his face in an attempt to wipe the remaining images from his mind.

“Dean?” she asked, grogginess in her voice.

Not having noticed she’d woken, he nearly startled at the sound. Looking over his shoulder once more, he plastered on what he hoped was a convincing smile. “It’s early, sweetheart. Go back to sleep.”

She wasn’t convinced, though. Hearing the breathlessness in his voice, she pushed herself up to sit beside him. “Are you okay?”

He didn’t look at her as he nodded. “Yeah. Just a bad dream. I’m fine.”

“Wanna talk about it?” she asked as she rubbed between his shoulder blades.

He shrugged.

“Was it about that bad call this week? That fire…?”

He shuddered at the memory, but shook his head. “No, but maybe that was what triggered it.”

She didn’t push. Instead, she just wrapped her arms around him and squeezed gently. Keeping her arms snug around him, she rested her head on his shoulder and waited for him to speak again.

He lowered his head to kiss her arm and then turned his head awkwardly to press another to the top of her head. “It was about you.” She pulled back just enough to see his face. “Your accident. It was like I was back in that ambo with you when you almost—” He cleared his throat. “Except in the nightmare, you did.”

“Hey.” She shifted to kneel in front of him and took his face between her hands. “But I didn’t. I’m right here.”

“You did, though,” he whispered, closing his eyes tightly. “For a very long three and a half minutes… you were dead.”

She lifted his hand and placed his palm against her chest and held it there. “See, I’m just fine. I’m alive, and I’m not going anywhere.”

As his eyes locked with hers again, she watched some of the tension in his shoulders start to melt away.

She laid her hand over his heart, and he lifted his free hand to press hers tight to his chest. She could feel that it was still racing with the remnants of fear from his nightmare. She leaned forward and started to pepper kisses across his jawline and down the side of his neck.

He let his head fall forward to rest in the crook of her neck. She moved her hand to the back of his neck and started to play with the short hairs. They sat like that for several minutes in silence as he reassured himself that she really was there and she was okay.

“Besides…” she started, pulling away to look at him with a smirk. “You didn’t even know me back then. It would have just been another crappy day at the office.”

He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “That is not funny.”

She chuckled. “Just a little?”

He shook his head. “Not even a smidge.” Grabbing her arm, he quickly spun her around so her back was against his chest and then flopped back against the bed.

She squealed at the abrupt movement as he rolled both of them to their sides and made himself comfortable.

She smiled. “I love you, Dean.”

“I love you more.” He squeezed her hard before his hands found hers. With his left, he interlaced their fingers, and his right wrapped around her wrist, his fingertips settling against her pulse.

His fingers stayed firmly in place until his breathing evened out and he relaxed into sleep. It was a position he fell asleep in fairly regularly. She had never really understood why. Until now.

Once she was sure he was fully asleep, she gave into her own drowsiness. She took a deep breath, enveloped in the smell of his shampoo and aftershave. Pulling their intertwined hands closer, she pressed a kiss to his knuckles before drifting off.

When she woke again, sunlight streamed through the crack between the curtains. Dean’s arm was now loosely draped over her waist as he snored lightly.

She contemplated waking him, but decided against it. After the nightmare he’d had, she figured he could use the extra rest. She thought about just lying there or trying to go back to sleep until he woke up, but then her stomach growled loudly. Rolling just enough to look over her shoulder at Dean, she smiled. He looked so peaceful, a welcome contrast to a few hours earlier. She carefully lifted his arm so she could get up without waking him and went into the kitchen to make breakfast.

She was stirring scrambled eggs, flipping bacon, and toasting a bagel while the coffee brewed. Once everything was ready, she set all the bacon on one plate and poured two mugs of coffee. As she started to put the eggs on plates, Dean came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tightly.

He huffed. “You know, of all the mornings I would have rather not woken up alone…”

Setting the pan and spatula back on the stove, she spun around in his arms and then stood up on her tip-toes to kiss him. “I’m sorry.” Reaching up to run her fingers through his hair, she continued, “I didn’t expect you to wake up. I was planning on coming back to wake you with breakfast.”

He stole a piece of bacon and ate it. “You’re forgiven.” After a quick kiss on her forehead, he took the plate of bacon and one mug and headed back towards the bedroom.

“Where are you going?”

“To wait for the rest of my breakfast in bed!” He disappeared from her sight as she laughed.

Quickly, she finished dishing up the eggs and placed them on a tray to bring into the bedroom.

“You know we could have just eaten at the table. You were already up.”

“And pass up the rare opportunity for breakfast in bed?” He scoffed. “No way.”

She set the tray down and situated herself beside him on the bed. He held up a piece of bacon for her, but before she could bite it, he pulled it away and ate it himself. They both fell into a fit of laughter as she pushed him back into the pillows. “So rude!”

“Sorry. Here, for you.” He lifted another piece towards her, but she didn’t move to take it from him.

Instead, she grabbed two pieces off the plate and shoved both in her mouth. While chewing she said, “You thought I was going to fall for that again?”

“Maybe.” He chuckled.

They ate in comfortable silence. When she was done eating, she slowly sipped her coffee. She swirled the dark liquid in the mug before she spoke. “You know, in all the times we have talked about that day, we have never talked about that part before last night.”

“I know.” He sighed. “You never brought it up, and I think I was trying to block it out.”

“Guess I’m lucky. I don’t remember it. There are all these stories about out-of-body experiences and your life flashing before your eyes. All I remember is you beside me in that ambulance and then waking up in the hospital. I feel like I should have realized how much it could have affected you, though.”

Dean shook his head. “No. There’s no reason you could have known that. That’s the first, and hopefully only, time I’ve had that nightmare.”

“There is one reason. It’s why you sometimes fall asleep with your fingers on my pulse like you do, right?”

He glanced down at his coffee mug and shrugged. “I can stop. If it bothers you.”

“It doesn’t.” She reached over to place her hand against his cheek, urging him to look at her. “It brings you some comfort. That could never bother me.”

He kissed her palm softly. “Remember that joke you made last night about ‘just another crappy day at the office’?”

“Yeah.” She dropped her hand back to her lap.

“You’re right. We have lost patients before. It wasn’t like it was the first time I’d experienced it. But it has never felt like it did that day.”

She furrowed her brows in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“It's hard to explain, but it didn’t feel like just another patient we might lose. You didn’t feel like a stranger.” Dean looked at her for a moment before dropping his gaze to the bed. “‘Drop the patient at the hospital and never look back.’ It’s not really a rule, but it kind of is.”

She hummed. “Don’t get attached.”

He nodded. “I’ve never broken that rule. Except with you. I went to the hospital that night. I had to know, but you were in the ICU, and I wasn’t family so they wouldn’t tell me much.”

“Wow.” She smiled as she took his hand. “Why haven’t you ever told me that?”

He squeezed her hand. “Felt weird to mention at first. Then, eventually, I just didn’t know how to bring it up. There wasn’t really a time or even a reason to mention it.”

“Well, it’s sweet.” She chuckled. “And it’s nice to know it wasn’t just me.”

A mix of surprise and confusion flashed across his face.

“I didn’t remember much about the accident at first. But I vividly remembered you. You were the first person I thought of when I woke up, and I thought about you so much those two weeks in the hospital. I had actually considered taking a cab to the station before I was given the all-clear to drive.” She chuckled as she remembered walking into the fire station that first time. “I really did want to thank everyone that day at the station, but mostly, I wanted to see you again.”

“And now you’re stuck with me.” He pulled her towards him and smushed her in an awkward hug.

She laughed and pushed herself back just enough to be more comfortable. “Yeah. Who would have thought a near-fatal car crash could actually be one of the best things to ever happen to me?”

He shifted her so she was straddling his legs and hugged her tightly once again. “Can you just do me a favor and stay away from hospital beds for the rest of forever?”

She smirked mischievously. “Oh, I don’t know. I kind of figured I’d visit one a few more times in the semi-near future.”

He pulled away to scowl at her.

“Are you saying you don’t want kids? I was thinking two or maybe three. But I plan to do that in a hospital.” He rolled his eyes as she continued. “Because if you're saying you don’t want kids, then I really might have to rethink this whole relationship.”

“You are a smart-ass.” He pulled her closer and pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead. “I would love to have kids with you someday. But that is the only reason you’re allowed near a hospital bed, deal?”

She made a show of thinking it over. “Fine, I will do my best. But with my luck, I’m not making you any promises.”

He grumbled. “You could just promise anyway.”

“Fine, if you want me to lie to you. I promise I will.” She rolled her eyes dramatically before climbing off him and off the bed.

“Thank you. Where are you going?”

“Put this in the kitchen,” she explained, grabbing the tray off the bed. She left the room, and he could hear her loading the dishes into the dishwasher before she reappeared in the doorway. “Do you wanna go for a drive today? We can take your Baby. Maybe have a picnic by the lake.”

Images of his nightmare flashed through his memory, and he shuddered. Beckoning her closer, he grabbed her arm to pull her down beside him. “Or we could just watch movies in bed all day.”

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To Be Human – Part 19

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean Winchester x Reporter!Reader

Series Summary: Dean and Y/N have been best friends and inseparable since they were kindergartners, leading somewhat boringly normal lives in Lawrence City, Kansas. Now all grown up, Dean is working as a firefighter and Y/N as a reporter until one fateful night changes not only their lives but also their friendship forever.

Warnings: +18, strong language, fluff, some angst, mentions of drugs, military experiments, minor injuries & violence

Word Count: 4.2k

A/N: Well, some of you wanted me to lock them up, so congrats: we’ve parent-trapped them! Call me Jeannie, because your wishes might be fulfilled soon. I love you guys so much 🖤

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24 hours later, Military Base 606…

Dean feels a light caress on top of his head, causing him to groan and drool a little. It feels so incredibly nice he wants to bury his head deeper into his pillow, the tiredness too comforting to escape before he notices the strange coldness and hardness that meet his left cheek. That’s not a fucking pillow…

“De, wake up.”

He hears her sweet voice calling out for him. It’s a whisper, not much louder than the sound of dripping water in the distance, but it feels close enough that he dares to pry his eyes open. He then realizes Y/N’s right next to him, and the hand gently brushing through his locks belongs to none other than his best friend.

“Careful, careful,” she warns him softly as he startles up, his memories beginning to come back to him.

He rubs his eyes then, propped up on one arm, and glances around his prison cell, his brow furrowing a crease more with each new sight. Where the fuck is he?

And then it hits him, his pine green eyes landing on her and the warm smile on her lips.

“Y/N! You, uh, you’re here,” he splutters and his pupils widen with her grin.

“Hey, Winchester. Missed my stupid, reckless ass?”

“Yeah,” he chuckles in relief and sniffles a little when tears start brimming in his eyes as the brightness of her smile fills his heart. It grows so much it’s close to bursting through his ribcage. “Hell yeah, I did.”

She laughs and traps her lower lip behind her teeth, her cheeks lightly blushing, and even though it’s dark, dingy, and dirty all around them, he still thinks she’s the most beautiful creature he’s ever seen.

“I’ve been looking for you,” he smiles, and although they’re currently trapped in some off-site military prison, he can’t help the happiness flooding through his veins. Of course, her smile wouldn’t fail him, even in a place like this.

“Well, you’ve found me,” she quips with a giggle, and it sounds so fantastic all he wants to do is pull her flush against him and feel her warm, soft lips on his.

“God, can we not do this again?” another voice suddenly groans loudly.

Dean’s eyebrows quirk together in confusion as he glances past his best friend and sees a blonde girl rolling her eyes in annoyance two cells over.

“Wait, we’re not alone here?” His eyes meet Y/N’s again, and she giggles slightly, shaking her head.

“No, uhm, that’s Claire.”

“The girl with electric powers you’ve been searching for?” he arches an eyebrow. What, are they human collectibles now for some psycho military guy?

“Yup, that’s me,” the blonde smirks. “And I’m a minor, so you better keep it in your pants, pal.”

“Wha-, I wasn’t…” He closes his mouth when he hears Y/N’s snort next to him.

“She’s just messing with you. She’s nineteen. Ignore her,” she laughs and it’s so intoxicating he joins her a little, leaning his back against the concrete wall as he settles into his confinement. “She makes for a very entertaining cellmate, though.”

“How long was I out?” His mind feels drowsy from whatever they’ve shot into his neck, a swollen bump still perceptible on his throat from the needle prick.

“About eight hours,” Y/N replies and mirrors his position, resting her back against the wall as they share glances through bars. “Claire thinks she’s been here for about a week. And I’ve been here for like two days… maybe? Two guards came by yesterday and threw you in there.”

“Yeah, uh, I went to Nick’s office to look for you and got ambushed by some military dudes,” Dean explains, trying to recall as much from his foggy memories as possible.

“I figured they were military by their uniforms,” Y/N nods and he can see by the wrinkles forming on her brow that she’s contemplating something. “But they can’t just do that, right? They can’t kidnap us and lock us up here. We’re citizens. We have rights.”

“I’m pretty sure we’ve crossed the line of what’s possible in this world a long time ago, sweetheart,” Dean sighs and tilts his head back in frustration, slamming it softly against the concrete a few times. How the fuck did he get here?

“How do you know Nick?”

Her question brings him back and he gazes at her, scratching at his throat. “I met him at the hospital when I was visiting you, and uhm, long story short, he found out about my, uh, thing and offered me a deal.”

“What kinda deal?” She raises an eyebrow at him and shifts a little closer to the bars.

“He gives me pills that suppress my powers, and in exchange, he can run tests on me,” he admits and feels ashamed when he says it out loud. He knows he should’ve been smarter than that. “It’s just once a month. It’s not a big deal,” he clears his throat to brush off the severity but notices her bewildered stares from his peripheral.

“Is that why you were meeting with a dealer at Devil’s Bridge?”

“You saw me, huh?” He licks his lips and averts his gaze altogether, not wanting to see the disappointment in her eyes. It would effectively destroy him, and the shame he’s feeling all on his own right now is already enough for him.

“Yeah,” Dean swallows the hard lump that’s stuck in his throat. In retrospect, every mistake, every wrong path, looks a lot clearer now, but he supposes it always does – or people wouldn’t fuck up at all.

“Dean… I-, I know I wasn’t around before, but… why wouldn’t you have told me when I woke up?”

“I wanted to, but uh… honestly, I was scared. I didn’t tell anyone except Nick. I mean, technically, I did tell you when you were unconscious. It’s just after you woke up and what happened to Helena… I didn’t want people to think I’m a monster… I didn’t want you to think I’m one,” Dean shares quietly, fumbling with his fingers in his lap, and shrugs. “So, I figured keeping a low profile and a healthy distance was the way to go.”

“Well, admittedly, that’s a very you plan,” she teases, and it makes him laugh a bit before the prison falls back into silence.

“Hey, uhm, about what I said the other night…” His tongue darts out to wet his lips before his teeth harshly bite down on it, searching for a better word than a simple ‘sorry.’

“It’s okay,” Y/N cuts off his train of thought with a sweet smile and twitches her shoulders when he stares at her, perplexed.

“How?”

She shrugs again and laughs softly at his puzzlement, “I don’t know. I mean, for a second there, I considered giving you a rabies shot, Bambi. But, uhm… I guess I can’t really live without you either, so what other choice do I have?”

“I’m still sorry, though,” he says because he thinks she deserves to hear it at least once. He’s still too ashamed to look at her fully.

She nods and reaches for his hand through the poles, giving it a small squeeze. It forces him to look at her, and when he does, there’s nothing but an understanding smile on her lips and forgiveness in her eyes. “I know.”

“I’m an asshole,” he huffs and notices how the corners of her mouth draw into a sly smirk in acknowledgment. He lets out a deep sigh and purses his lips. “I don’t know how I turned my life into such a mess. God, I fucked things up so much, Y/N. I’m so, so sorry.”

“Hey, it’s okay,” she smiles softly and bumps his shoulder through their confines. “I think we can agree that we both fucked up. People make mistakes. To err is human; to forgive, divine. Alexander Pope said that. He was a poet during the Enlightenment era.”

“Yeah, but you don’t even know half the things I’ve done yet,” he breathes and catches her glance. “Although I could use a little enlightenment, I guess.”

“Did you knock someone up?”

“What, no!” His brow furrows, taken aback by her sudden question. It’s probably the first time he can answer that honestly, though. He hasn’t had sex in over a year. Is this because she thinks he’s a cheap slut?

“Killed a guy?”

“No?”

“Robbed an old lady?”

“Y/N…” He’s finally caught on to what she’s doing and gives her a raised look. She laughs, and it’s angelic in essence.

“De, I told you – you’re always gonna be my best friend, alright? You might fuck up, and I might get mad at you and yell at you or even wanna kill you, but I promise I’ll regret it immediately after… like a second later,” she tells him with a small chuckle and the corners of his mouth shape into a grin.

“A second, huh?”

“Maybe five, depending on how mad you made me beforehand,” she jokes, and it swells his heart when he sees her rosy cheeks and adorable dimples make an appearance.

“Gotcha,” he laughs lightly. And while they’re imprisoned in possibly the worst place ever, it weirdly feels normal between them again. He’s missed that.

“But I mean it. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you, okay? I’d jump in front of bullets… I’d definitely help you bury a body.”

“Good to know,” he nods with a straight face, even though the laughter wants to gush out of him. “Except for the bullets part. Don’t do that.”

She playfully rolls her eyes in response. Shit, she’s so fucking cute.

“We’ll fix it, okay?” she assures him with gentle enthusiasm and holds his hand a little tighter. His heart pounds faster when she does. She better not drop it, or he’s getting the glue again.

“Yeah, if we ever get outta here,” he breathes, his green eyes scanning for a possible exit. “Can you use your powers to get us out?”

“Oh, genius! Like we haven’t tried that before,” he hears Claire scoffing and he’s sure she’s rolled her eyes again without even peeking at her.

“I’ll take that as a no,” he replies defeatedly.

“See that control panel by the door over there?” Y/N points to a big metal door close to his cell and a silver box by the wall next to it. “That blue switch dampens our powers or something. Good news is I can’t hear your thoughts for once, though.”

Dean chuckles self-consciously, the tips of his ears reddening, “Yeah, uhm, ‘m sorry about that too, by the way.” He’s too scared to ask what exactly she’s heard so far because he can only imagine it in his worst fucking nightmares.

“No worries,” she smirks. A mischievous twinkle then appears in her eyes, and she tugs her lower lip between her teeth, lifting her eyebrow curiously. “You really wanna do all those things to my ass?”

Shit, shit, shit…

His pupils widen comically, the heat rising to his freckled cheeks, “Oh God, I-, uh… fuck.”

Y/N laughs with slight triumph – like all she wanted was to see him squirm. “It’s okay,” she shrugs and sends a kind smile his way. “Benny thinks about my ass, too.”

“I bet he does,” Dean mutters under his breath and wishes the vibrant pink would leave his cheeks soon. “Hey, uh, can I ask you a question? That softball game… did you use your powers to, uh, help us?” He watches her erupt into laughter as she lets her head fall between her knees, and he assumes her reaction means a hard yes. “So Arthur’s crotch, Mick’s shoelaces…”

She shrugs innocently, her cheeks a burning scarlet as she tries to hold in her laughter, “‘M sorry? I couldn’t resist.”

“Don’t be,” he chuckles and shakes his head. “It was fucking hilarious. ‘M gonna start taking you to all the games now, sweetheart. You think you can make Arthur pee his pants next time?”

“Dean!” Her eyes widen as she scolds him, but she can barely hide the sheer amusement that’s flickering across her features. “I probably could,” she admits sheepishly and earns a sly wink from him.

“How did you learn to control it?”

He’s incredibly curious how she’s figured it all out. She’s only been awake for barely two months while he couldn’t figure out how to do shit in an entire year. He knows she’s smarter and more driven than him, but that can’t be all there is, right? She’s also fearless, he gathers. Maybe Nick has been right all along and his fear is blocking him from unlocking his true potential. What would he do with all that fucking potential, though?

“I guess I practiced,” she twitches her shoulders as if she doesn’t quite know the answer herself. “It was awful in the beginning. I could hear everyone… randomly… all at once. But, uhm… I tried to accept it as a part of me, you know? I actually kinda like it now. Makes me feel like a badass… And I had some help. I made some new friends,” she smiles and his jaw clenches a little as a twinge of jealousy pokes his heart before she clarifies her statement, “Charlie and her roommates.”

“Ah, the geeks from your party,” he nods and lets out a breath of relief, hearing her giggle. She might not be able to read his thoughts presently, but she still knows what he thinks, apparently.

“Yeah, we’ve kinda built a super secretive lair in Mom’s basement,” Y/N confesses and shoots him a wary look as his eyebrows draw together.

“What?!” He snaps his head at her, a tame glare in his eyes as he playfully chides her, “Y/N, that’s like the first rule of Best Friends Club.”

“What, tell your best friend about your super secret lair?”

“Yeah, duh,” he huffs, chuckling before his gaze pensively drops to his lap. “But I’m glad you had some help, though. Even if I wish it would’ve been me.”

“Me too. Both those things, actually,” she tells him with a soft smile that he matches. “They’re gonna help you, too.”

“I hope so,” he mumbles and purses his lips.

“Trust me. They’re pretty smart. They do talk about D&D and Pokémon a lot, though. You’ve been warned,” Y/N jokes. “I mean, they gave me a superhero name. Imperia. Like the curse for mind control from Harry Potter?”

“Of course, they did. Wait till Sammy hears this one,” he laughs. “What would you need a name for anyways? It’s not like you’re running around the city in a mask and risking your life.”

Dean chuckles some more before noticing how eerily quiet his best friend has become. Years of experience have taught him that this is never a good sign, and his head swirls in her direction. She sits there quietly, lips tightly pressed together and hands neatly folded between her thighs. Yup, he knows that look. Same one as always since the first day they were sitting in the principal’s office together.

Her eyes are staring stubbornly at her toes and he can’t help but let out a loud, exhaustive sigh, “Please tell me you haven’t been running around and putting yourself in danger in a fucking costume, Y/N?!”

“No, uh, no… no costume,” she shakes her head vigorously.

“Thank God,” he exhales and closes his eyes, relief loosening his tense muscles.

“I’m doing it in jeans.”

“What?!” His eyes shoot open and fix her with an incredulous stare.

“Just a little bit,” she admits with a small grin, and he rolls his eyes, running a hand down his face. He’s seriously questioning what he’s done in his life to deserve all of this. Well, okay, he might have some idea…

“Look, I’m helping people,” she adds poutingly when he doesn’t respond.

“Y/N…”

“Oooh, tell him how you stopped that bullet! That was so awesome, dude,” Claire excitedly throws in.

His dumbfounded look then lands on Y/N, his brow knitting in apprehension and obviously anger, “What bullet? What the hell is she talking about? Did you get fucking shot?!”

Her mouth opens and closes a few times, eyes blinking in a furious pattern before she finally counters, “I didn’t get shot, though. Didn’t you listen? I stopped it before it could hit me… With. My. Mind. How cool is that?”

For some reason, the giant beam on her face only infuriates him more. Christ, he wants to fucking smack her ass raw. And thank God she can’t hear him right now. “Not cool! Not cool at all, Y/N!”

“C’mon, admit that it’s cool,” she begs him with an irresistible smile and tugs on his arm.

“No… maybe… shut up,” he barks and crosses his arms over his chest with a childish pout. Of course, it’s the coolest thing he’s ever goddamn heard. She’s basically Batman now. How can he not be fucking envious? Shit, does that make him Robin? Welp, that sucks… “That’s not the point, anyways! It’s probably how Nick found you in the first place because you’ve decided to play fucking vigilante.”

“I know you don’t like it when I get into danger, De. But how do you think I feel every time you run into a fire, huh?” she tilts her head at him and softly lifts her brow.

He takes a deep breath and purses his lips, “Look, if you lost me, you’d be fine. If I lose you, though, well… I can’t. That’s the point.”

“De… I wouldn’t be fine without you,” she says, her voice sweet like honey.

“Yeah?” He raises his head shyly at her.

“Yeah,” she reassures him, smiling.

“God, you two are the most dysfunctional people I’ve ever met,” Claire bellows suddenly and interrupts them. “And I’ve lived on the streets. There’s tons of crazy out there!”

Y/N snorts and bites down on her bottom lip to choke the laugh while Dean stares baffled at the rebellious adolescent two cells over. “Excuse me? You know what, blondie? I’ve had enough of you for one day, so zip it, alright?”

“What are you gonna do? Come over here and make me, geezer?” Claire laughs tauntingly and is joined by Y/N, Dean scowling at both of them before giving up with a sigh.

When the laughter drowns out and everyone settles back into the familiar silence, the only sound that can be heard is the leaking water pipe until Y/N speaks up again.

“Hey, Dean?”

“Hm?” he hums, half-tired and half-restless.

“How did you propose?”

When he looks at her, she blinks at him softly, hugging her knees as her left cheek rests on them, her eyes fixing him with a quizzical gaze.

“Why do you wanna know?”

She shrugs simply, “I don’t know. I mean, I guess that’s what you ask when someone gets engaged, right? You know… ‘How did you do it? What’s the story?’ So, what’s the story? I realized I never asked. I’m curious.”

“What, because I’m a manwhore, who couldn’t possibly plan some big, romantic event?” He knows how stupid he sounds, but he feels a little offended by her assumption, okay?

“Well… did you?”

Why the fuck does she know him so well?

“Uhm, actually…”

Fuck it. He might as well confess his sins now, right? What’s he got to lose at this point? It’s unlikely they’re getting out of this hellhole anytime soon. In fact, they might die in here, so…

The big door then suddenly slides open, and two soldiers strut inside, accompanied by General Roman. He passes Dean’s cell without even a glance and halts right in front of Y/N, shooting her a predatory smirk that Dean wants to painfully burn off the guy’s smug face.

“Ms. Harvelle, pleasure to finally meet you.”

“Well, the pleasure is all yours, dickhead,” Y/N huffs and rises to her feet, dusting off her jeans as she walks closer to the looming menace. Wow. Her fearlessness isn’t disappointing even now; Dean’s sweating. “Please tell me you’ve realized this was a giant fucking mistake and you’re letting us go?”

“I’m afraid not, Ms. Harvelle. As your friend here surely knows, you’re a very special girl,” Roman explains with a sneer, earning him only a growl from Y/N.

“Please don’t call me that,” she bites.

“I think you can help me,” Roman smiles creepily, and Dean can tell the guy is more than a little intrigued by her. He enjoys the feistiness and the fierce glare in her eyes. Dean knows because Nick is exactly the same, and he doesn’t like where this conversation is headed.

“Fine, what do you want?” Y/N folds her arms sternly over her chest.

“Well, if you help me figure out how to give some of my soldiers your powers, I might let you and your friends go,” Roman gives her the terms of his deal.

“What if she doesn’t?” Dean asks glaringly, and Roman saunters a few steps closer to him.

“Well, if she doesn’t, Mr. Winchester, I would have to find a way to make her compliant, wouldn’t I?” he mockingly muses. “Breaking such a beautiful, bright young lady surely can’t be in our common interest, I presume?”

“No, it’s not,” Dean swallows hard, the muscles in his throat straining, but he doesn’t break his death stare as his nostrils flare in anger. His grip on the bars tightens till his knuckles are a shining white. That motherfucker better hope Dean doesn’t break out of his cell. Otherwise, he’s gonna be the first one that’s fucking toast.

“Look, I don’t care what you do to me. I’m not scared of some turd in khaki. I won’t help you make super-soldiers, who are gonna hurt innocent people,” Y/N argues forcefully, and Dean’s look instantly darkens. This is exactly what he was afraid of. “You can kill me, but I won’t watch you kill the world.”

“Y/N, now’s hardly the right time for ethics and principles,” Dean grits through his teeth. Oh God, it really is the principal’s office all over again. Somehow she’s always managed to get them more detention by arguing.

“Oh, Ms. Harvelle, I was hoping you’d put up a fight,” the General sneers and then snaps his fingers. The two soldiers, who have stood idly by like guard dogs waiting for their next command from their master, come readily to his side. “Boys, take her and get her ready for testing.”

Y/N protests and backs against the wall as the two men storm into her cell and assertively drag her out. She’s fighting tooth and nail until one of them smacks her across the face and splits her lip open. If Dean sees red then and there, it’s not just due to the blood or her agonizing screams. For the first time, he truly wishes he had powers and could show his fucking fury.

Instead, his fists launch repeated strikes against his confinement as he yells his lungs out. Maybe he’ll get just angry enough to break out. “You fucking son of a bitch! You let her go, or I will burn this goddamn place down and everyone in it!”

General Roman stops patiently in front of his cell and smirks, “Good. Can’t wait to see what you can do, Mr. Winchester. Maybe we find a use for you, after all.”

“Wait…,” Dean pauses for a moment and tries to collect his thoughts, calm himself, the worry for Y/N not letting him think straight, and he needs to fucking think in order to get them out of here. “What’s this even for, huh? It’s not like your soldiers were in the explosion. They don’t have powers.”

Roman purses his lips and nods, fishing out a clear plastic bottle filled with purple pills from his pockets. “Recognize these?”

“Yeah, they’re supposed to suppress my powers,” Dean replies, but the uncomfortable feeling in his stomach tells him this can’t be the right answer anymore. Fuck.

On cue, Roman sniggers, “Oh, is that what Nick told you? He’s always been a sly little devil.”

“So, lemme guess… they do shit,” Dean spits.

“They do plenty. Give normal people mostly strength, speed, some accelerated healing… But superhumans like you also have an easier time controlling their abilities,” Roman shares smugly. “Once we find out how to put your special little magic in these, well then, nothing can really stop us anymore, can it?”

Dean’s shoulders slump in defeat at the revelation. How could he have been so fucking stupid? He briefly meets Y/N’s gaze, sees the sympathy for him in her eyes before she is hauled out and disappears behind the metal door.

His heart sinks to the concrete underneath his boots. He doesn’t know what they’ll do to her, doesn’t know when or if she comes back to him at all.

Part 20

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that-sarcastic-writer · 2 years

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Playing With Fire (Dean Winchester)

Pairing: AU Firefighter!Dean Winchester X F Firefighter!Reader

Summary: Starting a new life isn't easy, but when you transfer to a new fire station in Lawrence, Kansas and you meet your asshole of a fire lieutenant Dean Winchester, you quickly realize that you're not the only one with baggage.

Warnings: language, mentions of death, that's about it, tame first part

WC: 3.8k

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You gripped the steering wheel, a heavy exhale leaving your lips when Welcome to Lawrence sign came to view and just as quickly left it in your rearview. You came to a stop at a red light and you leaned your forehead against the steering wheel, a thunderstorm of emotions eating you up. It was fucking hard, starting new. Moving to a new city, starting a new job, a new firehouse. Station 119, your new home. Or at least that was what you were hoping. You had heard good things about it, you former captain, Captain Turner had spoken very highly of said firehouse and its team. And when he heard there was an opening, he was happy to recommend you, knowing well your situation, your need for change. It was hard, having to start over after everything, but you knew you needed this.

“We’ll be okay, we’ll be happy here.” You sighed as you kept driving, the meowing of your furry companion getting your attention. You glanced beside you to the carrier securely strapped behind the seat belt, your cat, Ares, inside. You brushed your finger against the side of the carrier where you could see his round face. You smiled sadly and sighed as you pulled up into your new house.

It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, it wasn’t big or fancy, but the second you walked in, you felt peaceful, like you could get used to this place. The place was empty, you were going to have to buy pretty much everything other than appliances. You didn’t bring much, all you had managed to stuff in your car were a couple of suitcases, a few boxes and a TV. You were most likely going to have to buy an air mattress until you could buy proper furniture, whenever you had days off. For now, you were dropping off your belongings and Ares. you felt bad for leaving him alone for so long at times, but he was used to it, you were sure he would enjoy having the whole house for himself. You set the carrier down and unzipped it, allowing the black ball of fur to roam and stretch his tiny legs. He sat by your feet, almost as if he was taking in his new surroundings, much like yourself. After a few minutes of wandering around the house and setting up the space for Ares in your bedroom, you pulled out your phone and exhaled heavily when you saw the time, you were supposed to head to the station soon.

“Okay sweetie, you know the drill,” You said to Ares as you crouched down to pick him up, the black blob having followed you upstairs. He stared at you, with the only eye he had and purred when you scratched under his chin, “I’ll come feed you every day and I’ll stay for a few minutes to play. You know where your litter is, don’t make a mess.” You spoke to him like he could understand you, you sometimes thought he did. He just purred, pushing his head against your hand more.

“Man, I wish they allowed cats in fire stations. You’re pretty badass right Ares? If dogs can be firefighters why can’t cats? Maybe I’ll make that suggestion to the chief. If I even stay long enough that is.” You chewed on the inside of your cheek, the feeling of anxiety eating you up. You sighed and shook your head, pressing a kiss to Ares' fluffy head before you set him down. “Okay, I gotta go now, please eat your food and drink water. I’ll come see you tomorrow morning.”

You were scared, you would be lying if you tried to tell yourself that you weren’t. You knew what it was like to be the new girl, the replacement, it wasn’t always pretty. It worked out at your last firehouse, you had a family, a home. Those people were your ride or die, the people you would die for, and vice versa. But all of that was gone now, and all you had was this, this blind hope that they would accept you into their family as one of their own. But knowing they had lost one of their own not too long ago, you weren’t expecting them too. You knew you wouldn’t.

It was busy, everybody going about their business, though you could feel a few lingering eyes on you as you made your way further into the house, duffel bag over your shoulder. Nobody payed much mind to you, until a younger boy with short pitch black hair and a grey shirt with the word candidate written on the back noticed your presence and stopped whatever he was doing to actually pay you his attention to you. He looked at you with a confused look at first as he stopped mopping the floors.

“Hi, can I help you?”

“Yeah, I think so,” You offered him a small smile and he quickly placed the mop back in its bucket, wiped his hands on the front of his pants and stuck out a hand for you to shake as he eyed you, quickly realizing.

“Oh, you must be the new firefighter,” He said, squinting his eyes to read your last name on the tag stitched on the front of your shirt. You smiled and nodded.

“Wonder what gave that away,” You laughed, looking down at your new uniform, one that was slightly different than your old one, this one was black instead of navy blue. The kid smiled.

“The look in your eyes, like you’ve seen a lot of crap, but you still see the good in the world. You look like you have a dark sense of humor too. All firefighters have it.”

You stared at him, your lips half curved into a small smile. He seemed sweet, funny but awkward, you had the feeling you were really going to like this kid.

“Anyway, you’re here to see the chief right? Oh and I’m Kevin by the way.”

You nodded, “Yes. And nice to meet you Kevin, I’m Y/N.” He nodded as he motioned you to follow him. He guided you along, occasionally asking questions as he led you up a flight of stairs. You thought it was sweet how excited he was about getting someone new around here and how the team would be just as happy. You could beg to differ, but you didn’t have the heart to tell him otherwise, though it was nice to hear that from somebody here, you were just hoping it was true.

Kevin waved you goodbye when you both made it to the chief’s office. You thanked him before you knocked on the door. You heard a 'come in' and you cautiously opened the door, peaking your head inside. There you saw an older man, beard with white streaks and thin hair slicked back. He had a serious expression on his face when his eyes landed on you, and that did nothing to calm your nerves. You swallowed thickly and slowly walked in, hands behind your back as you stood up straight when you stood in front of his desk. He stood up as well and offered you a tight smile that made it seem like he definitely didn’t do it often. Though you loosened up a bit when he stuck his hand out to you and you shook it before he offered you to sit. “You must be Y/N, we spoke on the phone.”

You nodded as you took a seat, “Yes sir. It is nice to meet you in person, Chief.”

He chuckled lightly, “Relax kid, you can call me Bobby. Nobody ever calls me Chief, or Chief Singer, it makes me sound old.” You let out a small laugh, mostly out of relief that you didn’t have to be so uptight and formal. He gave you a nod as he typed on his keyboard, squinting at his screen for a second before he looked at you, “I do apologize for having to do that over the phone. I usually prefer to have people come in person before they get the position, but as you may know, it’s been a bit hectic here being a firefighter down after we uh.. Lost one of our own. And Rufus did speak very highly of you when he recommended you, and as an old friend, I trust his judgment.”

You gave him a look, your heart slightly sinking at the mention of one of their firefighters. You knew perfectly how it felt to lose one of your own like that, it was a void hard to fill. “Yeah, he was my old Captain, and he spoke very highly of you and your firehouse, so I was honored to have been given a chance here without having to go through the whole process of coming down here prior to the application process and all.”

“Well your record is pretty much spotless, not a single issue during your eight years as a firefighter, and based on your recommendations, you were an exemplary member, so I’m glad you decided to come all the way down here. And I’m sure the team will feel the same.” He was standing now, and he motioned a hand for you to follow him, which you did.

“Thank you sir, I really do appreciate the opportunity.” He gave you a look as he led you down the stairs, and stopped in his tracks for a second. You smiled a little and chuckled, “Thank you, Bobby.”

“That’s more like it. Now c’mon, I’ll show you around.”

This station was undeniably big, much bigger than your last. And it was beautiful, like it had been remodeled recently and it felt very modern and comfortable. You honestly didn’t remember the last time your old firehouse had been renovated. Your last stop had been the lockers, there being an empty one, the label freshly placed in place of the old scratched off one. But it didn’t feel right just yet, you felt like a temporary replacement, like you didn’t have a place here. At least not yet. You were hoping you would be able to write your name on that label soon enough.

Once you had left your duffel bag in your locker, Bobby took you to the rec room where you wpukd meet your fire squad, he pretty much threw you to the wolves and left you to fend for yourself. He sent you off with a quick pat on the back before he was retreating back into his office, leaving you standing there, shaky hands clasped together in front of yourself as you stood in the center of the room. The team surrounding the pool table had fallen silent as their eyes landed on you, gaze glued to you like they were judging your mere presence. And the room was dead silent, so much you could hear your breath.

You were off to a great start.

You were about to speak when a brunette man with a beard and bright blue eyes approached you. “You must be the new firefighter. I’m Benny.” The thick southern accent was almost reassuring, like he was friendly. You half smiled and nodded, shaking his hand when he stuck it out for you.

“Y/N, nice to meet you.” Your voice wasn’t as shaky as you had expected it to be. But then again you no longer felt like you were being lynched under their gazes. You looked around the room and their eyes didn’t look as harsh, they looked curious even, as if they were waiting for their introductions now that one of them had actually approached you. He wasn’t your lieutenant was he?

“So, mean lookin’ girl by the pool table, that’s Meg, she’s one of our paramedics. Redhead is Charlie,” He pointed to the two women, Charlie smiled sweetly and waved at you, while Meg glared at Benny, but still gave you a polite nod. You tried your best not to look awkward when you waved at them. “Kid over there is Jack, him along with blondie next to him, Claire, are our newest additions. They’re the youngest ones here. Jack took his exam first then Claire, she was replaced by Kevin as probie. You met the kid yet?”

You smiled and nodded, “Yeah, sweet kid.”

Benny chuckled and nodded, “Agreed.” There was a bit of a smile there, like he was fond of Kevin, but then again, who wouldn’t be? “Then there’s— Meg, where’s Cas?”

“Stocking the ambulance.” She answered, resuming her pool game.

“Cas is her partner, our other paramedic. And she has the poor bastard doin’ inventory by himself. This evil woman, I wouldn’t trust her if I were you.” He grinned at Meg, who simply flipped him off in response. He laughed before turning back to you. “And Dean, he’s our Lieutenant and he’s a huge pain in the ass. But you get used to it eventually.”

“You’re only saying that because you’re pissed at him. You’re literally besties.” You heard the blond girl, who you remembered had been introduced as Claire, comment.

“The bastard drank the last bit of espresso I had left, I had to go out at five in the morning to the other side of town to get more. He should be thankful I didn’t drag his ass out of bed and made him get it himself.” Benny hissed and shook his head. You looked back and forth between them, all you could do was smile at how they interacted with each other. It reminded you of your old firehouse. “Well, if he’s not here hustling us for our money in pool, he’s probably out helping Cas stock the ambo. I can take you to meet 'em if you’d like.”

You chewed on the inside of your cheek, you knew well how the chain of command worked, and being on the Lieutenant's good side was probably the smart thing to do. So introducing yourself as soon as possible was probably a good idea. You nodded at Benny, hands shoved into your pocket as you rocked back and forth on your heels. He told Meg to pause their pool game and motioned you out of the room, the lot quickly falling back into their own conversations. Benny led you to the main lot, you spotted Kevin still mopping the floors as you walked towards the ambulance.

Two men stood by the ambulance, one with really dark hair and the same uniform Meg had inside the ambulance, his expression tired as he held a clipboard in his hands. And the other, his back was entirely to you, the muscles in his back tense and tight under his shirt as he passed boxes on to the brunette you were assuming was Cas. Which meant, this tall, tense and pissed off dirty blonde had to be Dean.

“I’m just saying man, we don’t need another fucking firefighter getting in our way. These replacements they don’t know what the fuck they’re doing.” He had this gruff and gravelly voice, and it sounded even more so as he rambled angrily. Cas sighed, slightly rolling his eyes, “I bet he got kicked out of his last firehouse and since they’re desperate here, they hired him. Fuck, they’re really just letting anyone into this firehouse.”

“I don’t see what the problem is Dean. You don’t even know them and you already decided you don’t like them.” Cas sighed again, shaking his head. He jumped down from the ambulance and stood right in front of his friend, the very slight height difference between them becoming apparent to you. He was about to speak when his eyes found yours, not recognizing you right away, but judging by your matching uniform and Benny beside you, he knew. His expression quickly changed but before he could say anything, Dean was already talking again,

“Damn straight I don’t. I don’t need another replacement here to be a pain in my ass ‘cause they don’t know what the fuck they’re doing or because they have something to prove. Bobby is probably gonna want me to show ‘em how we do things here, they’re just gonna get in my way.”

“I’ll be sure to stay out of your way then.”

You watched Dean jump, head flashing around to find you, arms crossed over your chest and face hard. He eyed Benny for a second, almost as if he was begging him to intervene, but Benny simply shrugged. Dean looked back at Cas, eyes narrowed with a sharp glare for allowing him to speak on. But Cas simply shook his head at him. Dean cleared his throat, face hard and jaw tight as he stepped forward, facing you now, “You were there the whole time?”

“Oh, no, just long enough to hear that I’m already not good enough for you, Lieutenant.” Your face was blank and your lips were in a flat line. You watched his jaw twitch as he stuck his hand out for you to shake. But it was left sticking in front of you because your arms remained glued to your chest. He scowled at you for your act of clear insubordination, but then again he just insulted you without having even spoken to you yet.

“That’s not what I said.”

“No, you just said I was a replacement that doesn’t know what the fuck she’s doing and that I have something to prove to you if I heard correctly. Did I get that right?” You raised an eyebrow at him, and the frown on his face became a snarl as he mimicked your stance, arms crossed over his chest in defiance. He stood in front of you now, towering over you as his green eyes burned into your face like he was trying to get you to back down. You didn’t. Instead you held your head up high and dead eyed him.

“And you expect me to treat you any better when you talk to your Lieutenant like that?” He scoffed, practically all up in your face. You knew what he was doing, tight and tall stance, jaw tight and eyes hard, he was trying to intimidate you. And honestly, if you weren’t so pissed by his behavior, you would’ve backed down.

“Well, if you’re right, you won’t be my Lieutenant for long anyway,” You said through the gritted teeth, your hard expression hiding the small bit of sadness you felt knowing you already had no place here. “Although in my experience, Lieutenants who act just like you, who do the whole intimidation drill sergeant thing are just overcompensating.”

“Dick jokes, really? What are you, fourteen?” He scoffed, eyebrows raised in disbelief and he shook his head in a way you assumed was meant to be condescending. But that only made you want to take it a step further.

“I wasn’t talking about what’s between your legs. I was talking about self-esteem and ego, that you try to intimidate everyone around you to make yourself feel better. Kind of like you have something to prove,” You used the words he had used earlier. And that only worked to piss him off even more. His face was red as it could get, and his jaw was wound up so tight you would see a vain in his neck, anger flashing in hot waves when he heard a few collective chuckles of the crew that had been around to see the whole thing go down. “But hey, your mind went there all on its own, which speaks enough on its own really.”

“You’re off to a great start here kid,” He muttered, exhaling roughly as he walked past your shoulder, barely missing you, but stopped to shoot the few people that had gathered around sharp glares, “The fuck are you guys looking at? Do I not give you enough work to do? No? Alright, we’re doing drills in thirty so, I would finish quickly if I were you.”

You heard them all groan, the brief amusement quickly fading and instead you felt several pairs of eyes give your dirty looks now that they had more work to do because you decided to antagonize the asshole in charge. It was a cheap move, one that would surely make them dislike you already, you knew it, and you had a feeling he knew it too. He smirked when you swallowed and you looked down at your hands to avoid the looks of your colleagues. He was about to walk, but not before he leaned down, lips near your ear so only you could hear and whispered.

“And just so you know, I can already tell you’re not good enough. I can’t wait to kick you out myself.”

His words stung, and not because he was saying them, but because you knew what he represented around here. Those words that meant absolutely nothing to him, meant everything to you, because it meant you had no future here. His shoulder actually jutted against your own roughly as he stormed off. You closed your eyes, unconsciously rubbing your shoulder, but not because it hurt, but more as to comfort yourself. Though you did feel a hand on your opposite shoulder and when you looked up you saw Benny giving you a sympathetic look.

“Told you he was a pain in the ass.”

“He’s not always a pain in the ass,” Cas chimed in when he actually approached you, an equally sympathetic look on his face, but his blue eyes looked more apologetic and like he was ashamed of his friend’s behavior. “Dean he’s… He’s rough. But he’s a good man. He’s just having a hard time with all the replacements coming and going. He was… Close, with the person who’s position you’re filling, and he’s taking it the hardest.”

“Trust me, I get it, and I’m not trying to replace your friend, but he’s not the only one who deals with loss. Doesn't mean we can treat people like shit though.” You muttered bitterly and shook your head. You knew you couldn’t compete and much less fill their friend’s place, let alone when Dean had already made up his mind about it. But you weren’t trying to replace anyone, you just wanted your own place here. Cas sighed and nodded, not knowing how else he could comfort you.

“I know, and I’m not saying he’s right. Just… Give him time. He grows on you. And you will grow on him, he’s just in a bad mood.” He reassured, awkwardly patting your shoulder. You chuckled softly, appreciating the gesture.

“That’s if I even last long enough.”

“You will, I have a feeling. You aren’t like all of the other replacements we’ve had, you’re… Different. Trust me.” He reassured you, and for some reason, he sounded genuine.

You met his eyes, they were genuine. You half smiled and nodded. You were really hoping he was right. You had the feeling you could grow to like it here, before your little standoff with Dean, you had been hoping people around here would like you because it felt right to be there, like you could make this your home, like these people could be your family. Now? Now you weren’t so sure.

“I’m Castiel by the way. And welcome to the 119.”

Yeah, welcome alright.

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apocalypseornaw · 7 months

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Meant to Be (Pt 5/5)

Dean Winchester x Reader

With Sam's help Dean tracks you down.

@lacilou idea I ran with

Warnings: NSFW happenings

When you left the cabin it had been a split decision kind of thing. A part of you was surprised you'd been able to get out past Sam without waking him up. You'd quickly grabbed your bag of clothes, your gun and knives that weren't in your car along with the green quilt you'd claimed and slid out of the bedroom. Dean was asleep on the couch and you knew you had to be silent to get past him.

The door thankfully didn't creak any when you opened it and stepped out. You pulled it shut behind you then ran for the barn where your car was parked alongside baby.

You just needed some space. You'd decide where you were going once you hit the road and you'd call Bobby to let him know you were ok.

You could hear a knocking at your door as soon as you got out the shower. Who the hell was that? Tavi had hit the road as soon as the bones had gotten salted and burnt, maybe she'd forgotten something in your car?

"GIVE ME A MINUTE!" You hollered, throwing a sports bra then t-shirt on over the shorts you normally slept in. You almost headed right for the door but thought better of that in case it wasn't Tavi. You grabbed your gun from your duffle before moving to the door, gripping it in your hand as you turned the knob.

You would've been better prepared for damn near anything other than Dean standing on the other side of the door. "How the hell did you find me?" You asked, knowing if you tried to shut the door he had you on strength and thanks to purgatory on speed as well.

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A smirk slipped onto his face "Cmon now Y/N. Think about who your best friend is" you groaned "I'm gonna kill him" "He was worried about you sweetheart, so was I" you closed your eyes at the nickname that had never bothered you before now "I would've answered the phone for him if I would've known you weren't nearby. Look Dean, what happened we can chalk up to cabin fever ok?"

He shook his head "I don't want to chalk it up to cabin fever. I just drove eight hours to get to you, can you let me come in and give me five minutes" you sighed, then stepped to the side to allow him into the room.

He watched you as you shut the door then walked over to lay your gun back onto your duffle "I'm giving you five" he nodded and started to take a step towards you but you stepped back, crossing your arms.

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Dean knew you pretty well. The moment you'd opened the door you'd wanted to be happy to see him. That half second flash had told him that you really did have feelings for him and that he'd really hurt you. As if Sam bitching him out didn't tell him enough.

You stood about two feet from him with your arms crossed over your chest. The plain black tshirt you had on was a stark contrast to those bright pink sleep shorts but to him? You were the most beautiful woman he'd ever laid eyes on.

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"I'm an idiot" Dean finally said and you couldn't even attempt to stop the laugh that fell from you "You could say that" he raised an eyebrow at your laugh "I'm being serious, trying to share my feelings here and you're gonna laugh at me?"

"You deserve it Dean! I'm sorry but you do. I have had feelings for you for years! I never asked you to reciprocate those feelings. I know the heart wants what it wants but damn, I got sliced by hellhounds trying not to lose you. I have tried so many times to bury how I feel, to forget it but then your ass comes strutting in with those green eyes and that smile and I lose every train of thought. I want you Dean in every way. I know your past, I know who you truly are. Your scars don't scare me I have plenty of my own. I know you push people away to protect them, I know you're a huge dork. I know Sam is the most important person to you, hell I know you wanted to be a firefighter as a kid because you couldn't save Mary. The only thing I don't know is what I would have to do to ever be good enough for you to see me!"

You hadn't realized tears had started to slip down your face until Dean quickly covered the area between you and when you didn't move away he gently wiped your tears with his fingertips. "Feel better to get that out?" He'd purposely pushed you into admitting your feelings. Damn him.

"Why did you come here? Why do you care if I feel better?" You asked, letting him pull you against his chest. "Because it took me too long to open my damn eyes but I do see you sweetheart. I am so damn sorry for every ounce of pain I've ever caused you" you pulled away from him and he let you. You looked up at him and he smiled "What will it take to prove to you that I'm genuine?"

He motioned between you "Want me on my knees? I'll get on my knees" he started to kneel but you grabbed his arm "Dean, be serious!" He looked at where you were holding his arm "I am. I never would've dreamt of being good enough for you. You're beautiful, an amazing hunter and friend. You're smart, dangerous when you're mad and downright sneaky when you wanna be. You went from that smart mouthed ten year old that wasn't afraid of anything to the amazing woman standing in front of me. If you still want me I am yours"

You shook your head "I don't want a night Dean" "Neither do I" the look in his eyes made your stomach flip. He was being genuine. Dean Winchester felt the same about you as you felt about him. He must have seen the look in your eyes because one of his hands came to rest on your hip, a grin slipping onto his face "Y/N?" You shook your head "and if this doesn't work? What about Sam?" His grin deepened "It'll work"

You couldn't resist any longer, you were in Dean's arms, the way he was looking at you "Kiss me?" "Thought you'd never ask" he pulled you closer to him, crashing his lips against yours.

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You'd thought about kissing Dean so damn many times but it was nothing like the real thing. The way his lips moved against yours, his grip tightening on your hips and the way he used the small gasp that escaped you to slip his tongue into your mouth, rolling it against yours in a way that made your knees go weak.

You pushed him away after a moment the need for air even greater than your need for him. He pulled back and almost looked disappointed until he saw the look in your eyes then he chuckled lightly before walking you backwards towards the bed "Tell me you want this and I promise you'll be sure come morning that I don't want anyone else"

You were trying to form words when the back of your legs hit the bed. Dean was silent, waiting for your answer with a smirk on his face "Use your words princess" "I want you Dean"

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"You've got me" He promised before catching your lips in a passionate kiss. Your hands slipped under his shirt and when you tugged at it he broke the kiss long enough to slip the shirt over his head then tossed it behind him.

You moved from his lips to kiss across his jaw then down his neck and was rewarded with a low groan leaving his lips when you found his pulse point on his neck.

"Damn sweetheart" he murmured, reaching for the hem of your shirt. You let him pull it over your head along with the sports bra "Look at you" he whispered in awe before pushing you back gently onto the bed.

You watched as he quickly kicked his boots off then climbed onto the bed. "C'mere Winchester" you reached for his shoulders to pull him down with you. He groaned again as he caught your lips with his, one of his hands moved to cup your breast causing you to moan into his mouth at the feeling of his hands on your sensitive flesh.

He kissed from his lips across your jaw and when he got to your neck you had to stop your hips from bucking up against his. "So eager for me" He spoke into your skin.

He continued kissing down your chest until he got down to your left breast, he licked the nipple into his mouth while his hand worked the right breast. Your fingers found the hair at the nape of his neck, tangling there and when you tugged lightly he bite down just hard enough on your breast to pull a moan of his name from your lips.

He leaned back to look up at you and if you were being honest you damn near came just from the look in his eyes. Dean Winchester looked completely wrecked on top of you and you'd barely done anything yet. "You are so damn beautiful" he praised before continuing his trail of kissing and nipping down your stomach until he got to the waistband of your shorts. He looked up at you for permission and you nodded "Words baby. I want words" "Yes Dean" you breathed and he smiled "I love hearing you say my name like that"

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He slipped your shorts off your legs and tossed them behind him before settling himself between your thighs. Anyone else on earth you would've felt self conscious, too exposed but with Dean? You felt wanted, like the only woman on earth the way he was looking at you.

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He slipped one finger into you, watching as your eyes fluttered slightly from such the smallest of touch. He added a second finger, curling it up slightly until he found that small spot inside of you.

"Oh my God, Dean" you moaned, bucking your hips up. He used his other arm to slip over your waist to hold your lower half still as he licked into you, using his tongue to work at your clit while his fingers worked you over the edge. He could tell you were getting close when your thighs started to shake slightly. He changed his angle just slightly and knew he'd hit the right spot when your fingers moved to the back of his head, your grip tight as you moaned his name again.

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Words couldn't describe the feeling coursing through you. You closed your eyes tightly against the flood of pleasure "Dean" you moaned, trying to hold back and could feel your legs shaking from the effort. He chuckled against your core and you felt that coil inside of you threaten to snap.

He changed his angle just enough that the coil snapped, your vision going soft around the edges as your orgasm washed over you. Your fingers found the hair at the back of his neck, gripping tightly as he worked you through your orgasm.

You pushed at his head weakly when you began to come down off the high "Too much Dean. Too much" he pulled back to look up at you and grinned, wiping his lower lip with his thumb "You taste as good as I thought you would"

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You moaned just from that "Fuck Dean. That was amazing" you looked down where he still wore his jeans "Can I return the favor?"

He stood up on the side of the bed and reached for your arm, pulling you into a sitting position "Whatever you want baby. I'm yours" you reached for the snap of his jeans, laughing lightly when you realized your hands were shaking a bit. "You ok?" He asked and you smiled "I'm perfect"

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You unzipped his jeans then he helped you push them down off his hips and kicked them away. Your eyes widened when you saw his hardened cock, straining against his boxers. He was long and thick. You reached for his boxers and he let you push them off his hips.

You looked up at him as you reached for his cock. You held his gaze as you licked a line from the base up to the tip. His eyes fluttered shut just for a moment and a praise of your name fell from his lips.

"God damn" he groaned before you leaned closer taking as much of him as you could into your mouth. You could feel his hips twitch in effort to not thrust so you started to move your head up and down licking and sucking him listening to his breathing to tell what touches he liked. You used your free hand to cup his balls gently massaging them and was rewarded with a moan from him of your name. "Y/N....sweetheart"

You pulled back from him with a wet pop to look up at him "Something wrong?" He shook his head with a smile "Hell no but I don't want to come yet" you smiled slightly "Oh" then grabbed his hand "C'mere Dean"

You laid back onto the pillows, pulling him with you. He crawled up your body, leaving a trail of kisses everywhere his lips could reach until he made it up to your lips. He caught them in a probing kiss, rolling his tongue against yours so you could still taste yourself on him. "Are you sure about this? About me?" He asked and you laughed "I'm sure Dean"

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You felt him line himself up with your opening before he slowly plunged himself into you, both of you moaning from the feeling. Once he was fully sheathed inside of you, he stilled to let you adjust to his size. He rested his forehead against yours, his breathing ragged as he struggled to not thrust before you were ready "I meant it baby. I only want you. I was an idiot"

You leaned up to kiss him "It's ok Dean. We can make up for loss time" you tapped his shoulders "Move" he gave a tentative roll of his hips and when you moaned he smirked "I could get used to hearing that" you shoved his shoulder "Oh shut up and fuck me already"

He raised an eyebrow "Yes ma'am" he rolled his hips into yours and when your back arched slightly at the movement he groaned "Fuck I was an idiot"

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Every movement of Dean's hips meant he was hitting that spot deep inside of you. It wasn't long before you felt that coil tightening again. "Fuck Dean. I'm so damn close" You moaned, nails biting into his shoulders slightly. One of his hands slipped between your bodies, nimble fingers working at your clit while he kept his pace pushing you over that edge.

You came with a scream of his name on your lips. He fucked you through your orgasm then you could feel his hips stutter, "you can fuck me harder Dean" you breathed and he nodded "I don't wanna hurt you" you reached up to grab his face forcing him to look at you "You know I'm harder to break than that"

He caught your lips in a frenzied kiss before pulling back. He kissed the tip of your nose then buried his face into your neck. His hips started to snap forward into yours, the angle was the same but the depth he was hitting had you seeing stars again in no time.

You knew he could feel you were close again, his thrusts were starting to get a little sloppy and you knew he had to be close. He kissed your neck then said "You can come again baby. I won't be far behind" that seemed to be all it took for that coil to snap yet again. You could feel your legs shake around Dean as he continued to fuck into you, chasing his own release. "Do I need to pull out?" He asked and you shook your head "I'm covered. Please come in me Dean. Let me feel you"

He thrust a few times before burying himself inside of you. You gasped as you felt him come deep inside of you, coating your walls. He remained still on top of you, bracing his weight on his arms. When he met your eyes you smiled "That was amazing" he smiled in return "Took the words right out of my mouth" he kissed you gently this time as he pulled out causing a small gasp to escape you both.

He collapsed next to you, pulling you over on his chest. "We'll go get a shower in a few minutes" you cut your eyes up at him "You gonna carry me if my legs aren't working by then?" He grinned broadly "Of course sweetheart"

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You lay there for a while in silence, both of you working to get your breathing back to normal before Dean spoke "I meant what I said Y/N. This, us...it's all I've ever wanted I was just too much of an idiot to realize it. I hope you can forgive me for the past because my future is all yours"

You placed a kiss over his heart before meeting his eyes "I forgive you Dean" he brushed your hair back from your face "How did I ever not see what was right in front of me?" You gave him a small smile before teasing "Well you have called yourself an idiot multiple times tonight" he rolled his eyes before pulling you on top of him.

Your hips straddled his waist and he gripped them tightly "As long as I'm your idiot I don't care" you laughed before leaning down to catch his lips in a kiss. "Of course you're mine" he smiled against your lips "I could damn sure get used to hearing that"

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#dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x female!reader #spn fanfiction #supernatural fanfiction #dean winchester fanfiction #meant to be mini series #dean winchester smut

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kaleldobrev · 10 months

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A Small Part of You

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Summary: Although Dean is gone, at least you’ll always have a part of him

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Descriptions of depression, Talks of death

Authors Note: Fic takes place between season 7 and season 8 | Flashbacks are in italics | THIS ONE IS A REAL TEARJERKER | Reader is 21+ | If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡

“Dean?” You asked, trying your best to make your voice sound calm and even, even though you were nervous and deathly afraid for what was going to happen tomorrow. After everything, you, Sam, and Dean were going to go face to face with Dick Roman; and you knew, along with the two boys, that this was probably going to be the last thing you guys ever did. It was a suicide mission; but it was a mission that would be saving millions of lives.

“Yeah?” Dean asked, trying to match the evenness of your voice. “What’s up Sweetheart?” He already knew what you were going to say.

“About tomorrow. Um. If, um, if things go...if things go according to plan...” You struggled to get your sentence, even though you had it perfectly rehearsed in your head moments before. You cleared your throat, looking Dean in the eyes. “If things go according to plan tomorrow, you, me, Sam...We’re all going to die right?”

Looking at each other, you and Dean shared a similar expression: fear mixed with sadness with a hint of realization. It was strange the way you were feeling, because so many times before, you have looked into the face of death (literally and figuratively) and had no problem with the idea that you may die in a horrible way. You were a hunter after all; hunters usually don’t get happy endings nor do they get to retire. A hunters life was a sad one, a lonely one usually. Most of them going out in some horrible way by some monster that they killed hundreds of times before. With every job you took, you knew it could be your last; and you were fine with that because at the end of the day you saved people – people were alive because of you. But, something that had never occurred to you – not until a couple of years ago anyway – is that you have in fact died before; and so have Sam and Dean. Countless times, in unimaginable ways. But, Joshua was the one that always brought you three back stating that it was “God’s orders” to bring the three of you back. But this time, this time felt different. There was a strong nagging thought in the back of your brain that kept saying, “Next time you die, you’re staying dead.” For the first time in your life since you were a kid, you were actually afraid to die.

“Yeah. That’s um…that’s the plan.” Dean let out an uncomfortable chuckle. He was feeling similar to the way you were. He was nervous and scared for tomorrow. Yes, he wanted to take down Roman, but he didn’t want to have to die in order to do it. There was a part of him, a part of him that had slowly started to engulf him over the years ever since his dad died: why did he have to be the one to do this? Before his mom died he had dreams of his own, had wanted to be a firefighter – a desire that become stronger after his mother died. He actually did want to go to college, as strange as that may sound, and that was something he had thought about sometimes, wondering what he would have majored in. As much as he loved this job, as much as he loved saving people, it was never his initial choice – this life, this job was picked for him. He thought about how unfair that was, how he never got the chance at a normal life, how Sam barely did either.

You started playing with your fingers. “I’m scared.” You voice sounded so faint.

“Me too Sweetheart.” Dean said, before briefly sighing.

“One last time?” You asked, your voice slightly breaking now as if you were trying your best not to cry.

“Yeah. One last time.” Dean gave you a small pained smile before leaning down and kissing you.

One Month Later…

Before everything went down with Dick Roman, you fully expected to die, were even prepared to die. Although you were scared to, you knew that it would end up saving millions of people; that’s why you loved being a hunter. You got to save people, and help people have lives they might not have had otherwise if you hadn’t saved them from some monster. You didn’t know if you were going to be going to Heaven or Hell once you died; you had hoped Heaven because of all the good you did saving people, but at the same time, you also wouldn’t have been surprised if you did end up in Hell considering all of the bad you did too. Either way, you knew that you’d at least have maybe one or both of the boys with you so you wouldn’t be so alone. In the end though, you didn’t end up dying. Neither Sam or you did but, Dean was gone; and for the past month, it felt like you were in your own special place in Hell.

The last month has been a real blur but at the same time it felt like it was dragging on; the days started to blend together. You had sought out the comfort of your bed, your parents had let you and Sam spend some time there after everything that had happened. Although they weren’t hunters themselves, they knew about the life because of you. It wasn’t a life that they wanted for you, but understood why you did it; why you had to do it.

For the past month you barely got out of bed. For about a week or two, your parents and Sam tried their hardest to try and get you out of your room to do things. Asking you to accompany them grocery shopping or going for a short walk around the neighborhood. But all you said was, “No thanks,” and just rolled over, covering your head with the sheets.

“Dean wouldn’t want you to be like this.” Sam said, this statement causing you to uncover your head with the blankets. “We have to be strong...We have to be strong for him.”

“I’m so tired. I don’t have the energy to be strong anymore.” You told him. “I just want to be left alone right now.” You covered yourself with the sheets again.

After two weeks of asking, Sam and your parents almost forced you out of your room for your own benefit; so you could take a shower, so you could eat something that was more filling then crackers, to socialize even for a few moments. But when you did eat something though, that was more than crackers, it was hard for you to keep the food down, the nausea that you felt was too overwhelming.

“Sweetheart, you have to eat something.” You mother said, handing you a bowl of chicken noodle soup and some saltine crackers.

“I have been. I’ve been eating crackers.” You told her.

“You need something more than crackers.” She pushed the bowl toward you placing the spoon in the bowl.

“Mom, the last thing I want is chunky soup. I feel nauseous just looking at this.” You explained pushing the bowl away from you.

Your mother sighed. “Okay, fine. At least eat the saltines then.”

The toilet bowl and the cool tile floor of the bathroom had become a second home to you when you weren’t in your nice, warm bed.

“Couldn’t keep the saltines down this time?” Sam asked rubbing your back as you had your face over the toilet.

You shook your head. “No.” You simply said, flushing the toilet.

Sam got up and walked toward the bathroom door. “I’ll go grab you some water.”

You tried your best to smile at him. “Thanks Sam.”

“Of course.” He smiled back.

Although you didn’t have Dean, you were happy to at least have Sam and your parents still. Your parents didn’t fully know what you were going through, but they understood the type of pain that you were in.

“When my mother lost my father...she wasn’t the same person after that.” You heard your mother say to Sam one night.

“Yeah, she’s...been taking Dean’s death really, really hard. I don’t blame her though. I’m sad he’s gone too but...it’s different for her than it is for me.” Sam said. You could hear the pain and sadness in his voice as he talked to your mother.

Although you had lost Dean; someone that you classified as being the love of your life, Sam also lost his brother and his best friend.

The last couple of days in particular have been the hardest. Even though you had felt a vast amount of fatigue and nausea over the last month, the last couple of days felt like it was in extreme overdrive. It felt harder and harder for you to get out of bed, and the smells of things that used to not bother you before started to sicken you.

“Hey honey. I’m going to be making some burgers tonight. Can you prep them for me?” Your dad asked. “You used to make the best burgers.” He complimented.

“Yeah I can…I can do that.” You responded. Taking out the meat from the fridge you had started your usual routine of how you had made the burgers in the past before you had started hunting with the Winchester boys. Unwrapping the meat from the package you felt yourself gag a bit. “Jesus.” You said, checking the expiration date. It was in date, but you felt like you wanted to throw up. “Um dad…Does this smell funny to you?”

Your dad walked over, a confused expression on his face. “It shouldn’t smell funny, just bought that meat yesterday.” He took the package from you and took a deep inhale. “No. It smells fine to me. Why?”

“The smell makes me want to gag.”

“Alright uh, I’ll ask Sam if he can do it instead.”

It was strange the way you were feeling, because you didn’t feel necessarily sick, but you had felt like there was something off with you. Picking up your phone you dialed your mothers number. “Hi Honey.” Your mom responded on the other end. “Everything alright?”

“Yeah, yeah. Um, are you still at the store?” You asked.

“Yeah I’m still here. Need me to get you something?” She didn’t sound worried, but you knew she was; she was your mother after all.

You sat on the cold tile floor waiting for the results to come up. You weren’t sure if you had wanted to see one or two lines – you had pros and cons for each. As you leaned up against the bathroom cabinet, test in hand, you looked over at the bathroom clock. “Okay. 30 more seconds.” You took a deep breath. “Okay, okay, okay.” Another deep breath. Although 30 seconds isn’t a long amount of time, at this moment, it felt like the time was dragging on. Your heart was pounding deeply and fast in your chest, you wouldn’t have been surprised if it had jumped clean out of you.

The 30 seconds were up, and you shut your eyes, taking another deep breath, mentally preparing yourself. “Okay. On three. One…two…three.” Opening your eyes you stared blankly at the lines on the test. There was two. Your heart that was once beating rapidly now felt like it was sinking. A small amount of tears started welling up in your eyes now, and you felt like you could no longer breathe.

A faint knocking on the bathroom door snapped you out of it. “Y/N? Are you okay? You’ve been in there for quite a while.” It was Sam.

“Yeah um…” You wiped the tears from your eyes, surprised that you had any tears left to spill. “I’ll be out in a sec.” You reassured him.

Getting up from the bathroom floor you looked at yourself in the bathroom mirror and turned on the sink. You looked so tired and drained. Faint black circles were underneath your eyes from your lack of sleep, your eyes were bloodshot red and puffy due to the constant crying. You splashed cool water on your face trying your best to get rid of any sign that you had been crying again. Although it wasn’t uncommon for you to cry lately, you hated how your parents and Sam looked at you; you didn’t want them to feel sorry or bad for you.

Walking out of the bathroom Sam was standing there leaning up against the wall in the hallway. He looked at you, slight concern in his face. All you did was look at him as you reached out your hand and handed him the test. He looked at you confused now, unsure of why you were giving this to him. “A pregnancy test?” He asked, almost sounding surprised.

“Yeah. Um…Not sure if you know how they work but…Two lines means it’s –” Before you could finish, Sam cut you off.

“Positive. Yeah, I know how they work.” He paused for a moment. “You and Dean um…”

“The day before everything went down yeah. One last time we said.”

In that moment Sam leaned in and hugged you, his warm embrace was something that you deeply needed right about now. You let the tears start falling down your cheeks. “At least a part of him will always live on.” You said, giving him the comfort that he needed in that moment. The two of you lost the same person – Sam his brother and best friend; you the love of your life. This pregnancy weirdly, was something of a blessing, something that not only you needed, but Sam needed too. Although the baby was going to be a constant reminder of someone that the two of you had lost, the baby was also a small piece of Dean that would be able to live on, honoring his memory. I hope you have his green eyes and freckles, you thought to yourself.

#dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x you #dean winchester #spn imagine #supernatural imagine #spn one shot #supernatural one shot #dean x you #dean x reader #female reader #reader insert #spn #supernatural

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winchestergirl2 · 2 months

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February Reading Recs

To show some love and appreciation to all the amazing writers here on tumblr, here are all the fantastic fics I've read this month. 💖

Many of these fics and blogs are 18+ only, and NSFW please heed the author's individual fic warnings and requests regarding no minors. I am not responsible for your media consumption.

2023 Reading Recs | 2024 Reading Recs

Walker

Cordell Walker

Quieting the Demons Inside @idreamofplaid

Authors Summary: Cordell opens up to the reader, and his vulnerability takes their relationship to the next level.

Privacy @idreamofplaid

Authors Summary: Cordell is a passionate man, but he’s a dad too. It doesn’t mean he has to choose between the two.

Texas Nights @stefanmikaleson1864

Dawsons Creek

CJ Braxton

Something Like This @thebiggerbear

Authors Summary: A Nor'easter hits Boston and luckily for you, you don't have anywhere you need to be except right here snuggled up with CJ.

My Bloody Valentine

Tom Hanniger

Lonely Dancers @mind-empty-just-fictional-people

Authors summary: when your boyfriend cheats on you, it leads you to tom hanniger

10 Inch Hero

Boaz Priestly

Code Red @zepskies

Authors Summary: When you call him for help, Priestly realizes that he finally has the relationship of his dreams.

High School Never Ends Part 1 | Part 2 | @illshakeyouallnightlong-dean

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Hollow @thoughtslikeaminefield

Authors Summary: @winchesterxfamilybusiness submitted this prompt to @cabin-fever-bang “Would anyone be willing to write something with Dean [or Jensen] x reader to the song Love on the Brain by Rihanna -xx”

Fire & Rain Masterlist @writercole

Authors Summary: When a fire destroys her place to live, Y/N and her daughter Lana are left with nowhere to go and no one to count on, except the kindness of a beautiful, green-eyed firefighter that saved their lives. Will the pair of them make it through the obstacles life has dealt them or will they crash and burn?

Just Another Day @1000roughdrafts

Authors Summary: Fluffy Dean x female!reader Valentine's Day post

Don't Forget It @hintsofhoney

Authors Summary: While working a case with Dean, he gets jealous of the way you interact with a suspect and decides to remind you who you belong to.

Sam Winchester

You're On Your Own Kid Part 1 @my-proof-is-you

Authors Summary: You’re used to being on your own. You’d been on your own as long as you could remember. Could Sam show you that it isn’t the only way to live?

Untitled Sam Winchester Fic @supernaturalfreewill

Big Sky

Beau Arlen

Febuwhump Day 10 @luci-in-trenchcoats

Febuwhump Day 14 @luci-in-trenchcoats

Febuwhump Day 21 @luci-in-trenchcoats

Whole Lotta Love @deanbrainrotwritings

Authors Summary: beau finds a way repays the reader after taking care of him when he’s injured, but also to apologise for worrying her. but most importantly, to prove he was okay.

The Way We Fall In Love @smellingofpoetry

Authors Summary: This is the story of how they fall in love.

The Boys

Soldier Boy

Febuwhump Day 12 @luci-in-trenchcoats

Side Effects of Soldier Boy @tom-whore-dleston

Authors Summary: Soldier Boy tries to keep you quiet during sex.

Smallville

Jason Teague

Febuwhump Day 7 @luci-in-trenchcoats

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Smoke Eater - Epilogue

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean Winchester x F. Reader

Summary: Dean Winchester is the cocky, but well-respected Lieutenant at Firehouse 25. He leads by example, but he’s also known to break a few hearts. He’s starting to crave something he’s never had, though. Something stable. Something real.

That’s when he meets you, on a truly terrible day, trapped in a rickety old elevator.

🔥 Series Masterlist

AN: We made it, friends. 🥹

Word Count: 2,800 Tags/Warnings: Fluff and feels, that is all.

Epilogue: “Easy as Pie”

The week after the incident at Stull Storage, John, Sam, Dean, and Eileen sat down to a family dinner that you cooked in the brothers’ apartment. Aside from Eileen, all of you had injuries in one form or another (but even Sam’s shiner was healing up nicely).

For dessert, you were a bit nervous as you brought out a freshly baked apple pie. Dean caught you mentally bracing yourself before you set it down on the table. He shot you a reassuring smile.

“Looks great,” he said.

Your returning smile was tentative as you divvied out the first piece. Dean was just a bit disappointed when you handed it to John. His eyes followed the plate.

You smiled more genuinely, and made sure the next generous piece you cut was for your boyfriend.

After everyone was served, you sat down with your own plate and encouraged them all to dig in. Forks hit the crumbly top and cinnamon apple filling, and there were collective hums of pleasure throughout the room.

You brightened and glanced over at the rest of the table. John looked contemplative. His fork rested on the plate for a moment.

He gave a rare smile. “That’s some damn good pie.”

Sam nodded. “For sure.”

Dean looked over at you after he’d already demolished half of his serving. A smile spread across his face.

“Best slice of pie since I can remember,” he said, giving you a wink.

Both of you knew the weight of that review. It humbled you, making you blush.

You smiled and leaned over to press a kiss to his cheek, rough with stubble.

“I guess this recipe’s a keeper then,” you said.

He hummed in agreement. When he went in for a real kiss, it was sweet indeed.

From then on, you all spent the evening talking, eating, laughing, with you and Sam drinking wine and everyone else their beer. You updated them on Andréa and Benny, who were planning their trip to Greece in a few months.

"We should take a vacation," Dean pointed out, gesturing around the table. "All of us."

Sam raised his brows at his brother. "Oh yeah? Where would you wanna go?"

Dean thought about it for a moment. He glanced at you, and found you smiling.

"The beach," he said. "Somewhere warm and chill, with those fancy little umbrellas in your drink."

"Hmm...I like that," you said, as your smile grew. Tropical, relaxing, a warm sun on your face, and your boyfriend in some board shorts. You could definitely go for some of that.

"Sounds nice," Eileen agreed.

"I'll look into some destinations," Sam nodded. Dean nudged his brother's shoulder.

"One word, dude. Maui."

Sam snorted. "We can't afford Maui."

"Hey, you never know, man! Time to check out some Groupons."

"You can't get a Groupon to go to Hawaii," Sam said. His face was scrunched in what Dean liked to call, his "Know It All" face.

"Are you kidding me?" Dean shot back. "There's a friggin' Groupon for everything nowadays!"

Of course, that devolved into a familiar sibling argument that was only disrupted when John broke into the conversation. He admitted something shocking—that he was taking some time off work, for the first time since he took his sons camping when they were kids. Sam and Dean teased the workaholic for finally "slowing down" in his old age, but it was all in good fun.

You and Eileen shared a knowing look. It all felt as close to family as you’d had in a long time.

And for Dean, it felt like he could breathe again. He’d gotten a text shortly after dessert—from Cas.

Jo made it into the Police Academy. She starts training in a few weeks.

Dean’s lips quirked with a smile.

How do you know?

I’ll be instructing a couple of her classes. Firearm Safety and Weapons Training.

Dean nearly laughed.

Good luck, buddy. Try not to get your ass shot.

To which Cas replied:

My ass will be nowhere within range, I assure you.

Dean did chuckle at that. When you turned to him and asked what was so funny, he just shook his head and grabbed onto your hand on the table.

“Nothin’. I’m good,” he said. He pressed your knuckles to his lips. “I’m real good.”

You smiled at that.

Later that night, Dean walked his father to the door while you and Sam were locked in a trivia game, and Eileen tried to play mediator between two very competitive nerds.

“Dad,” Dean said.

John stopped with a hand on the door, turning back to his eldest.

Dean paused to gather his thoughts, but he eventually grasped his father’s arm and met his gaze.

“Just wanted to say thank you, for what you did for her,” he said, discreetly nodding at you. He kept his voice quiet. “You protected her when I couldn’t.”

John paused, seeming surprised. His brows furrowed as he shook his head.

“You don’t need to thank me for that, son,” he said.

“Yeah, I do,” Dean insisted. He’d heard every bit of that conversation between John and Daniel in that warehouse. His father had been willing to lay down and die for you, not a moment’s hesitation.

Cas was right, Dean had realized. His father did have a line.

John let out a breath. “What matters is we made it here.”

Dean nodded, though he dimmed.

“Yeah, came with one hell of a price tag.”

It still weighed heavily on him, what he’d had to do to end Daniel Savage. In the end, John had lied on his statement of the events. He’d taken responsibility for grabbing Daniel’s gun and shooting him between the eyes.

“It’s the only thing I can do to keep you out of this,” John had told his son. “Should’ve been my hand anyway.”

Dean appreciated what his dad had done to protect him from the law, and his career, but it still made him feel dirty. A strike to his integrity as a first responder, and as a man. That was something he’d just have to deal with, along with everything else.

John distracted him, however, by gripping his shoulder this time.

“You saved my life, Dean,” he said. And with a hint of a smile, “It’s what you’re good at.”

Dean met his dad’s gaze. He wasn’t quite able to smile back, but there was new warmth in his chest.

“Oh,” said John, raising a finger. “Before I forget…”

He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a silver engagement ring with a small stone. To Dean, it looked familiar…

When it finally struck him what this was, he looked up at John in surprise. Dean glanced back to make sure you weren’t looking before he tentatively took the ring.

“Is this…Mom’s?” he asked.

John nodded. “The stone’s nothing special. You might wanna get it reset. Sam already figured out his uh…situation on his own. Maybe you want to find your own too.”

Dean knew what he meant. Sam had bought a ring last year, but he'd proposed to Eileen just a few days ago. They were already planning to get married a year from now, along with buying their first house together.

Dean examined the ring he held with a softer smile.

“Nah, it’s perfect,” he said.

He didn’t know yet if you two were ready for that step. A lot had happened in such a short amount of time…but he knew he wasn’t going anywhere.

He had time to do things right with you.

A few months later, Dean’s medical leave ended. He was physician-approved for duty, psych evaluation and all. He showed up for his shift bright and early.

He entered the doors of Firehouse 25 to a host of his friends and makeshift family cheering, complete with cheesy streamers and an even cheesier cake that Meg held. On the top was scrawled: Good Job Cracking Your Head.

“A smoke eater returns to the house!” Benny remarked with a grin. “Good to see ya, brother.”

He clapped Dean heavily enough on the back that it earned a grunt and a laugh out of him.

“You too, man,” Dean replied.

Meg set down the cake on the table and was the next one to playfully punch him in the shoulder.

“You have a nice little vacation?” she teased.

Dean rolled his eyes. “Yeah, complete with bottomless margaritas and little umbrellas.”

She smirked, but she was still earnest when she touched his arm.

“Welcome back.”

Dean chuckled. “Ooh, now I know you missed me.”

It was her turn to roll her eyes as she waved a dismissive hand at him. Chuck and Jack gave more sincere well wishes, with the latter actually hugging Dean. He’d tolerated it with a smile.

Gordon clapped him on the shoulder once Jack was finally done, and Dean sent the Candidate off with a bright smile on his face.

Gordon smiled. “Welcome back, Lieutenant.”

Dean nodded and shook the other man’s hand. “Thanks for holdin’ down the fort, man.”

“No problem,” Gordon said. “Any time you wanna go on sabbatical, you just let me know. Acting Lieutenant’s almost better than the real deal. It’s not as much paperwork.”

Dean chuckled, but before he could sling back a retort, the alarm went off. There was a working house fire downtown, according to the dispatcher in the overhead speaker.

Bobby appeared in the hall and clapped his hands once.

“All right, gear up. We’re startin�� off the day right,” he said. He gave Dean a look that was somehow both pleased to see him and stern at the same time. Bobby addressed him with a point of his finger.

“See me in my office before the end of shift,” he said. “We’ve got somethin’ to talk about.”

A few days later, Dean had the rare pleasure of welcoming you home from work on his day off. You trudged into the apartment with several bags and rolling a cooler behind you. He got up from the couch and grabbed some of the bags for you on your way to the kitchen.

“How did it go?” he asked, reaching out a hand to rub some flour off your cheek. You smiled brightly.

“Well, there was a little snafu with the mini quiche, but they loved the menu I proposed. They want me to cater the whole wedding!” you said.

“Whoa, that’s a lotta food,” Dean remarked. Once you’d dumped the rest of your stuff on the kitchen table, he slid an arm around your waist and brought you flush against him, earning a squeal from you.

You clung to his shoulders. “You still on for being my official taste tester?”

He stared at you with mock offense.

“Uh, obviously. Mini quiche are my weakness,” he teased. “Just another form of pie, far as I’m concerned.”

You giggled into his lips as he claimed you for a kiss. It was both sweet, and a bit naughty as his hands moved to squeeze your ass. His words were no less heartfelt.

“I’m proud of you, sweetheart,” Dean said. “I really am.”

You smiled and stroked his cheek in answer.

The Monday morning after that family dinner a few months ago, you’d quit your job at Savage & Co. After a month of wracking your brain and your savings, you decided to start your own catering business.

It was your way of starting small, to try and get people in this town to know you for your food and baked goods. And maybe, if you were successful enough, you’d be able to open up your own bakery in a couple of years.

For once, you were going after what you truly wanted…but now, your career was only part of it.

You hadn’t forgotten your conversation with Dean about what he wanted for his future: of getting married someday, and having a family. Something he could build for himself.

Not only did you want that for him, but you’d begun to crave that for yourself as well: a family of your own.

Realistically, you knew that part was years away for you and Dean. However, you had that in the back of your mind. Having your own business had always been your dream, but sometimes your dream could adjust.

Or, it could become something new.

You’d also sold your grandparents’ house. You had contemplated going back, but you didn’t want to be reminded of how the police and the Arson Department had torn it apart after Daniel Savage threatened your life. You didn’t want to be reminded of where both of your grandparents died.

You loved that house, but you also knew it was time to let it go…

Because you finally understood what your grandfather had tried to tell you months ago.

A house did not make a home. And now, you’d managed to make a new one.

For his part, Dean had been happy to have you stay in his apartment. Sam was getting ready to move out in a few months anyway, as he and Eileen were deep into house hunting and planning their wedding.

“So…I’ve gotta tell you something,” said Dean, after he parted from your lips for a moment, and allowed you to breathe. His tone made you tilt your head in suspicion.

“It’s nothing bad,” he said, though he looked a bit nervous.

Your brows furrowed. You led him to the couch, where he held your hands in his. It took him a moment to get started. He seemed stuck on what he wanted to say, or maybe just how he wanted to say it.

“Whatever it is, I’m sure I can handle it,” you teased.

Dean gave you a smile. His shoulders relaxed a little.

“They want to promote me to Captain,” he said.

Your mouth fell open and your eyes went wide.

“They? Who’s they?” you asked.

Dean blew out a breath and scratched at the small scar on the side of his head.

“Apparently it came from the Battalion Chief.”

He explained that the Fire Department had gotten the full debrief from both Sam and John about Dean’s involvement in ending the serial arsons and murders committed by Nick and Daniel Savage. Without you and Dean, they wouldn’t have figured out Azazel’s identity, let alone stopped his criminal enterprise.

You smiled wide with excitement as you held Dean’s face in your hands.

“That’s amazing!” you said. You pulled him in for a hug. Though he held you back, you soon realized that you were happier than he seemed to be. You pulled back and carded your fingers through his hair, earning his gaze.

“What’s wrong, baby? This is great news!”

Dean’s lips pursed. “I don’t know. I broke ranks and defied a direct order at the Savage & Co. fire. And at the warehouse, I was even more reckless. I don’t want to be promoted for disobeying orders.”

You frowned at that, even as you continued to stroke through his hair.

“What did Bobby tell you?” you asked.

Once again, Dean sighed. He’d been called into Bobby’s office a few days ago, after his first shift back at 25.

He’d surprised the hell out of Dean.

“Did you break ranks that day, and put not just yourself, but Benny and the rest of your men in danger?” Bobby said. “You bet your ass.”

Dean averted his gaze. He stood with his hands drawn behind his back, willing to take whatever punishment the Chief saw fit.

“But,” Bobby continued. His fingers tapped on his desk, where he sat on the edge across from Dean. “It wasn’t fair of me to stop you from lookin’ for your girlfriend.”

Dean’s attention sharpened at that, and he frowned in confusion. Bobby didn’t apologize. Ever.

“Sir?” Dean asked uncertainly.

Bobby softened the slightest bit. He heaved a sigh.

The man was a widower, but he still wore his wedding ring. He toyed with it now on his finger.

“We could’ve radioed in with the other teams already at work. I could’ve paired half of your team with the top floor units. But in the heat of the moment, I made a judgment call,” Bobby said, leveling Dean with a look. “As a leader, you’ll continue makin’ mistakes. You’ll make the wrong call. It’s how you learn to keep leading that matters. And there ain’t a person in this house that wouldn’t have gone up to pull your fool head outta that fire.”

Dean stayed quiet in his discomfort. He still wasn’t entirely sure why Bobby was telling him all of this.

“That being said, this is coming from the top,” Bobby said. His gruffness was back. He took a folder off his desk and handed it to Dean. “Here’s the next step, if you choose to accept it.”

You were crying by the end of his story. Dean cupped your cheek and caught your tears with his thumb. You grabbed that hand and gently squeezed.

“He believes in you, Dean,” you said. “So do I. And it’s my turn to be so damn proud of you.”

Dean graced you with a smile for that one. Yours brightened. You moved off the couch and slid into his lap, twining your arms around his neck. Dean welcomed you with an arm around your waist and a hand sliding up your jean-clad thigh.

“Guess I’m gonna have to get used to calling you Captain,” you said with a smirk.

Captain Winchester, Dean considered, rolling the weight of it around in his mind.

He chuckled. “Okay, maybe I'm liking the sound of that.”

“Mhmm, that’s what I thought,” you said, shortly before you pressed your lips to his. He squeezed your hip while your deft fingers once again slipped into his hair. With each new kiss, Dean felt more of his uncertainty melt away.

A new thought occurred to him then. It made him start to grin against your lips, and you parted from him.

“What?” you asked in amusement.

Dean slipped a hand into his pocket, where he felt the outline of his mother’s newly resized ring.

“Hey,” he said. Your brows drew together in suspicion at the gleam in his eye.

“Hey, yourself,” you quipped.

Dean breathed in deep, steeling himself. He looked into your eyes, and he smiled.

“I’ve got a question for you.”

AN: ...And I think we all know what her answer was. ❤️‍🔥

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The One That Got Away - Chapter Seventeen

Warnings: language, kissing, smut, oral sex (m and f rec), fingering, p in v.

Rating: 18+ Only

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: Well, this is it… the last chapter, only a short epilogue to come next week, and then we say goodbye to these two! Thank you to everyone who came on this journey with me. I appreciate every single one of you! 💖

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Pulling up and parking outside Dean’s house, Y/N got out of the vehicle, filled with intent, as she walked confidently to his door and knocked. She made a deal with herself as she dressed to come here: she wouldn’t overthink it. In fact, she wouldn’t think about it at all because if she did, she’d probably realise just how crazy and desperate this was.

Dean answered the door and smiled as he took her in, but when his lips turned upside down, and a look of confusion furrowed his brow, she lost all of the earlier confidence she had and realised that might have been a bad idea.

“Y/N, sweetheart? Is everything alright?” Dean asked, and she mumbled a quiet curse that she’d come over out of the blue and was worrying him.

“I’m sorry for showing up unannounced. I checked with Uncle Bobby to make sure you weren’t working, and I just needed to come. I know we haven’t arranged another day to meet, but I can’t… this… this isn’t working,” she rambles out, and her eyes widen when Dean’s flash with hurt.

“Every time we’ve planned to meet for the past three weeks, something happens that means we need to reschedule, and I can’t do it anymore. So I thought maybe if I came here unplanned, then maybe we could have a fighting chance at this.”

“It’s four,” Dean responded with a smirk.

“What?” she replied, confused.

“We’ve been rescheduling for four weeks.”

“All the more reason to say ‘screw it,’” Y/N stepped towards him and kissed him.

She felt Dean freeze for a second, and she smiled into his lips when he sighed softly and placed his hands gently on her hips. Her hands slowly slid into his short hair, and he licked at her lips, desperate to deepen the kiss, and she gladly let him.

Y/N’s nerves hummed with anticipation and from her awakening arousal. Dean had always been a good kisser. Her experience in kissing boys had been lacking when they started dating, so she didn’t have much to compare it to until she moved away. It was then she appreciated just how good of a kisser he was. And he did not disappoint now, either.

Things became heated between them quickly, hands roaming, and neither could get enough of the other. While she didn’t come here with the intention of sleeping with him tonight, she remembered enough about her first love to know that this was probably leading to his bedroom.

“Ahem.”

A throat clearing behind Dean made her freeze, and when he pulled away from her lips, sighed, and put his head on her shoulder, she saw John leaning against the kitchen doorframe, smirking at them, and Mary grinning.

“Don’t stop on our account,” Mary said with a laugh, and Dean groaned in annoyance.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve called first. I shouldn’t have assumed you’d be–” Y/N started but was cut off by Dean’s lips on hers.

“Stay,” he whispered as he pulled away from her and rested his forehead on hers. “Mom brought over a lasagne. Trust me, they’re just leaving.”

“You’re not just saying that are you?” Y/N grinned.

“No, I swear!” Dean chuckled and held his hands up.

“He’s right, sweetie,” Mary said. “When I heard he’d been called into work to help with the accident yesterday, I knew he wouldn’t have eaten much, and I brought over some food. We are just leaving. We’re just heading over to see Sam and Jess and help with the last few things before the baby comes.”

“See? Stay.” The puppy eyes Dean threw her way were unfair, and Y/N hated that she still couldn’t say no to them.

“Okay,” she agreed.

“Thank you,” Dean sighed, feeling his insecurities leave him and finally believing Y/N wants this as much as he does. Cupping her cheeks, he placed a soft peck on her lips and took her hand to pull her further into the house.

The door had barely closed behind John and Mary when Dean’s lips were on hers again. She thought she’d feel nervous, but as they kissed and their hands started roaming under clothing, it felt like they’d spent no time apart. It felt right. It felt like home.

Dean’s arms circled her waist, and he gently tapped, encouraging her to jump up and hook her legs around his waist. The second he had a secure grip on her, he carried her upstairs and into his bedroom.

Laying her on the bed, Dean stepped back and removed his denim shirt before pulling off his shoes and her boots. He crawled up the bed, covered her body with his, and their lips met again.

Y/N’s hands trailed under his black T-shirt, and she shivered, feeling his muscles quiver under her touch. Pulling the material up, she broke away from him just long enough to remove his shirt and throw it on the floor.

Dean quickly followed her lead and slid his hands up her waist, dragging the material of her soft cotton shirt with them and removing it. Sitting back on his heels, he unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them off her legs, leaving her only in her underwear.

Standing from the bed, his jeans joined the pile of discarded clothing on his floor. He groaned loudly as Y/N’s small hand rubbed his semi-erect length through the thin material of his underwear.

Once he was at full hardness, she removed his underwear, moaning at the reveal of his thick, hard, leaking cock. Leaning forward, Y/N gently licked at his glans, circling her tongue around it, collecting his precome, and slipping him into her mouth.

With a gasp, Dean’s hands gripped her hair softly. Peaking up at him through hooded eyes, she pushed her head further down his length than he was expecting and moaned, the vibrations from her throat making him growl and his head fall back.

“Y/N, I’m gonna need you to stop, or this will be over embarrassingly quickly,” Dean whimpered.

She pulled off him with an obscene slurping sound, making him growl again. He kneeled on the floor before her, placing a hand on each leg and sliding them up to meet her underwear.

“Lie back, Princess,” Dean murmured, and she was quick to do as he said, lying back on her elbows. He slowly pulled the lace garment off her legs, his fingers trailing over her skin, causing her to shiver and prickle with goosebumps.

“Spread those legs for me,” Dean said, his voice deep with arousal, as he discarded her underwear on the floor. Y/N whimpered as she let her legs fall to either side and watched Dean’s eyes change to a deep forest green as lust clouded over him.

Grabbing her ankles, Dean pulled her down the bed and wrapped his arms around her legs, pinning her thighs to the bed. Dipping his head down, he groaned at the shiny tell-tale signs of her arousal.

“Hmm,” he hummed and licked his lips. “So wet already, Princess. Can I taste you?”

“Please, Dean,” Y/N begged, grateful he didn’t tease her too long before she felt that first long swipe of his tongue make its way from the bottom of her soaking, aching slit to the top.

Pushing his tongue between her folds, Dean expertly found her tiny bundle of nerves and repeatedly flicked the tip of his wet muscle over it. Y/N could feel him grin as her natural reflexes of trying to close her legs made him hold her tighter and push her further into the bed, forcing her to stay open to him.

As his mouth brought her higher and higher, she tried to ground herself by running her hands through his hair and gently tugging on the short strands. Dean moaned, and she smirked, remembering how much his hair being played with drove him wild.

The gentle scrape of her fingers over his head spurred him on in his efforts, and his mouth and tongue licked and sucked like a man hellbent on giving her the most powerful orgasm possible.

Y/N was already close to unravelling under the attention of his mouth, so when his finger pushed inside her, her back arched, and her head fell to the mattress. She moaned loudly and tightened her grip on his hair.

When one finger became two, and those fingers curled upwards, she fell apart completely. Her hips bucked to get his fingers to fuck her deeper; a long, rumbling groan escaped through the waves of pure pleasure, her fingers tugging mercilessly on his hair. She couldn’t remember a time when she’d felt this good. She felt like she was flying and never wanted to be on solid ground again.

Dean placed a final kiss on her sex before kissing his way up her body. He paused at her breasts, sliding his hands behind her back, unhooked her bra, pulled the straps down, and removed the last barrier between them.

Continuing his path of kisses up her body, he finally came to rest on her lips. He circled his hips, grinding himself into her wet heat. The sensation made her gasp, and Dean took it as an opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth. Y/N quickly captured it with hers, and when Dean pulled away too soon, she chased his lips, only opening her eyes when she heard his soft chuckle.

When her gaze met his, he pushed his hips forward and filled her completely. Feeling her stretch perfectly to accommodate his girth, Dean watched as her mouth opened and her eyes rolled. Once fully within her, he held still, wanting to savour the connection and feeling that was Y/N for as long as possible.

He knew this wouldn’t be his best performance. Not even one of his top ten. Because this has been all he has wanted for the past twelve years. Because every time he’d had a girl beneath him, he’d wished and fantasised that it was the girl under him right now.

Pulling his hips back slowly, Dean thrust back in with a groan. Y/N’s warm, wet core was even better than he remembered, and as he pulled back again, he moved his hand between their bodies and thumbed at her clit.

Y/N whimpered at the extra pleasure Dean was giving her, but from the fire burning in her core, she guessed it probably wasn’t necessary because the feeling of him, the love he was radiating, and the overwhelming peace that blanketed her already had her close to climaxing.

She screamed as Dean’s thumb caught a particularly sensitive part of her clit. Knowing he’d found his girl’s sweet spot, he repeated the motion until she came undone again, gasping his name like a prayer and her walls clenching him beautifully.

He couldn’t hold back any longer. He pushed in until his whole length was inside her, and they were skin to skin, completely as one. He stilled, and with a roar of her name, he emptied everything he had inside her.

Dean rolled off her, pulled her to his chest and wrapped his arms around her, and as she drifted off to sleep, Y/N felt safe and loved, and that was all she’d ever dreamed of.

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You're Safe with Me - Firefighter AU

Request: Sam and Dean are working as firefighters at the same fire house. One day when Sam is running an errand during shift he stumbles across a beautiful girl in distress. In the busy city no one seems to care about the young woman clearly in need of help. Struggling with her bag and searching frantically for something in it, it just needs one look for Sam at her pale face with lips in a sickly shade of blue that the girl is suffering from shortness of breath, slowly panicking. She's searching her heart medication... She has a heart failure and needs to reduce stress, which is a problem, being new in a foreign city and a stalker luring around the corner. Days later she wants to thank Sam for his help that day and visits his firehouse, bearing gifts... So I'm hoping for a Sam fluff fic, so at some point they start to date. But there's a lack of drama, don't you think? Perhaps she keeps something as a secret, in my head she has a stalker for some years and now he's also in the city. How would it be if Dean sees her with a another man and tells Sam. What they don't know is that this was her stalker, harassing her. Sam breaks up with her because he thinks she has another guy. The stress is clearly poison to her heart failure... Hopefully the truth comes out and there will be a happy end

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"Hey, did you print those updated procedures we were working on yesterday? The ones I asked you to print?" Sam asked from his chair. He was sitting at a large desk in the fire station where he worked. His brother Dean sat opposite him, shovelling his lunch into his mouth while scrolling through his phone.

"Thought you were gonna do that". Dean said in between mouthfuls.

"Why would I ask you to do it if I was going to do it?" Sam asked, annoyed at Dean's laziness, and not for the first time that day. Dean had practically raised Sam since their mom had died when Sam was a baby and their Dad had a tendency to leave them alone in motel rooms for days on end. Sam appreciated Dean, and had looked up to him his entire life, so when Dean became a firefighter, it was only natural that Sam followed in his footsteps. For the first few years they worked in separate stations, but Dean had been transfered to Sam's station a few months ago. They lived in the same apartment complex so it made sense for one of them, nearly always Dean, to drive them to work when they had the same shift.

However, this morning Dean was late. Sam was up at 5am, showered, got dressed, and knocked on Dean's door at 5:30am as usual. Unfortunately, there was no answer. Sam had knocked several times and had rang Dean's phone too, getting more and more anxious about being late for work. Eventually he just shouted through the door, no longer caring about the neighbours. A disgruntled, unshowered, undressed Dean had answered the door, rubbing his eyes and glaring at his brother. "Dude, it's 5:45, we have less than thirty minutes to get to the station. If we're late again the night shift guys are gonna be pissed". Sam said through gritted teeth, but Dean had just waved him off.

As a result, they'd been late to work for the second time that week, and they'd both been given a warning from their supervisor. Sam was still waiting for an apology from Dean, which he would most likely never receive. "I guess I'll print them myself then, you just sit there and enjoy your food". Sam's sarcasm was missed by Dean who wasn't paying any attention to him. Sam made his way to one of the station's computers, and opened the updated procedures that he and Dean had been working on yesterday. His frustration was only heightened when he got an error to say the printer was out of paper, and he was ready to throw something at Dean when the shelf where the paper was usually kept was empty, and Dean had shrugged when he'd asked him if he'd seen any around.

"Just go buy some, or ask one of the guys downstairs to get some". Dean said, now starting on his second round of lunch. Sam glared at him but grabbed his jacket. The only call that the station had received that day was from some drunk guy who'd gotten himself stuck in between the posts of a fence, and they'd already cut him out and sent him on his way. They lived in an average sized city, but the city was big enough to be split up into several different districts, each with their own fire station. It just so happened that the district where Sam and Dean were based, was the least populated district, and they were used to quiet days. Sam set off for a trip to the local stationery store, taking deep breaths to get his temper in check as he walked.

***

[Y/N] had arrived in a new city only the previous day, having managed to find a small one bedroom apartment to rent. It was a far cry from the life she had been living; she'd been raised by a loving family, in a large house, in a good area with a low crime rate and a good school. Her parents had paid for her to go to college, she'd never needed to take out a loan, she'd never even needed to take on a part time job due to her parents having no issues funding her in everything she did. She was definitely spoilt, being the only child to wealthy parents, but she didn't act spoilt at all and had always been appreciative of everything she had. She'd met a handsome, charming man at a college party in her sophomore year, and by their senior year, they were engaged.

Unfortunately, things went south the moment they graduated and bought a house together. He didn't help around the house, he prioritised his career over hers, they would get into petty arguments when they never had before. He wanted to elope, she wanted a wedding, but he kept pushing it. He knew how much she wanted a traditional wedding with all of her family and friends, and that she wanted a long engagement with time to plan, but every day he would mention how he just wanted to be married to her already. She hadn't been able to get a job, rarely hearing back from applications. She did receive one interview, but the morning when she left to go to it, her car tyres had been slashed and her fiance, Ryan, had taken his car with him to work. She'd called him and asked if he could drive her, but he'd said no. By the time a cab got to her, she was too late for the interview and they didn't proceed with it. That was when she began to really suspect that he was interfering with her job applications. He also became more and more controlling, wanting access to her phone, wanting her to have her location on all the time so he could track her, eventually not letting her out of the house without him.

She lost contact with all of her friends since she declined every invitation, Ryan started controlling her bank account since he said no money was going in, so he'd have to keep an eye on what was coming out 'for her own good'. She had become completely financially dependent on him. One afternoon while he was out, she had finally talked herself up and managed to sneak out of the house, leaving her phone at home. She went straight to her parents house where she explained everything, and they transfered some money to a new bank account for her. They told her to stay with them, and that if her fiance showed up they'd call the police. As far as they were concerned, the engagement was off.

After coming home one evening from getting some air, she had found her parents dead in their house; murdered. She had immediately given her Ryan's name to the police as a suspect, but he was nowhere to be found. What had only been thoughts of paranoia now became solidified and justified in her mind. She knew he only wanted to marry her for the money, that's why he wanted to do it quickly. Now he was getting revenge for her ruining his plan. The police had been less than helpful, she was scared that he was going to find her, but all they could offer her was to place a police car outside her parents house while she stayed there. So, she left. She picked a city on the other side of the country, bought a cheap new car with cash, took out a load of cash to use along the way, and took off.

She had been out walking around the new city for the day, trying to familiarise herself with the different buildings and parks that were close to her new apartment. She had been checking out the closest park to her, a nice little area with winding paths and tall trees, when she saw him. Out of the corner of her eye, she had seen a figure of a man, the exact height and build of her ex-fiance. She had turned around quickly to try and get a better look, but he was gone from view when she had. Part of her wanted to walk towards where she'd seen him, to make sure that it wasn't him, it was just her mind playing tricks on her, but her anxious side won and she quickly walked out of the park. In her hurry, she had taken a different route out of the park than where she'd come in, so nothing around her looked familiar. She was completely disoriented and started to panic. Suddenly, he was everywhere she looked. Every man on the street could be him, his reflection was in the store windows on the side of the street, every person who drove passed look like him, every car looked like his. She began to run, desperately trying to find somewhere without any people, somewhere she could be alone. She found an alleyway that looked empty, and she quickly turned into it, leaning her back against the wall and throwing her head back, trying to catch her breath. She reached into her bag to try and find her medication, the little bottle of pills that she always brought with her, but all she could see was Ryan, she couldn't focus on what was right in front of her.

***

Sam had walked the short distance to buy printer paper and was on his way back to the station when he heard an odd noise. To his left was a narrow alleyway, and he heard a gasping sound. Sam wasn't one to leave unusual noises alone, so he decided to investigate. He looked around the corner, his eyes adjusting to the darkness between two high rise buildings. "Hello?" He called out, taking a few steps forward. "Is someone there?"

"P-please go... g-go away". A strangled whisper pulled his attention to behind a pile of black plastic bags, where he saw a woman, clearly struggling to breathe, clutching her bag and staring at him with wide frightened eyes. He put down his paper and held his hands up, he was aware that his height alone was enough to intimidate almost anyone, so he tried to look as harmless as possible.

"Hey, I just want to help. Can you take a deep breath?"

"I-I'm sorry...". She took a step back from him. "Ryan, p-please don't... don't hurt me". Tears began streaming from her eyes.

"Ryan? Hey, my name is Sam, I'm a firefighter, look". He gestured down at his t-shirt which brandished his station's crest. "I can help if you calm down a little, can you take a deep breath?" He took a step closer to her but she backed up against the wall and shook her head, still gasping for air. "I'm gonna need you to try, okay? Come on, deep breath. You're safe with me".

"My.. medication. I c-can't find it". She whispered to him, looking down at the bag she was clutching.

"Is it in your bag? Can I take a look for you?" He took another step closer and her eyes snapped back up to him, but this time instead of trying to get farther away, she nodded. He cautiously reached out and took her bag from her and began looking through it. "Is this it?" He asked, pulling out a bottle of pills and she nodded at him again. "Okay, can you please try and slow down your breathing a little? I don't have any water so you're gonna have to swallow them dry, I don't want you to choke if you're gasping and panicking". She blinked at him and nodded again, stepping away from the wall and letting her shoulders relax a little bit. She focused on counting slowly as she breathed in. Her heart was beating erratically against her chest which didn't help the panic she felt, but then Sam placed a hand on her shoulder. She fully expected herself to flinch away from him, but his touch was warm and firm and it helped to ground her. Her breathing leveled out a bit and Sam nodded approvingly at her. "Good, you're doing good". He gave her a soft squeeze on her shoulder. "Think you can take them now?" She nodded, and after a few more deep breaths she took the pills and swallowed them.

"Thank you". She breathed out.

"Hey, don't worry about it. How are you feeling?"

"A little light headed". She admitted.

"Okay, let's get you to the hospital, you good to walk for about ten minutes? It's only around the corner". She nodded again and Sam took his hand off her shoulder. "Are you okay with me helping you? I don't want you tripping on the way there".

"Yeah". She said. Sam looked down at her and gave her a reassuring smile before picking up his paper and slipping an arm around her waist, shifting her bag onto his other shoulder. Now that she wasn't panicking, he had a chance to look at her properly. She looked a bit younger than him, and apart from looking tired, he thought she looked very pretty. He wondered what she was doing in a dark alleyway in the middle of the day on her own, but decided not to start questioning her while she was still catching her breath. He helped her the short walk to the hospital and sat her down in a chair as he went to find a nurse to have a look at her.

"Okay, someone is gonna come over and check you out in a few minutes. Here's your bag". He set the bag down in her lap before sitting down beside her.

"Thank you. I'm sorry about all of this, I just got here yesterday so everything is new, I got a bit disoriented". She blushed a little as he smiled at her. Now that Ryan wasn't plastered over her vision, she could see that Sam had a kind smile, warm eyes, and was a lot larger than Ryan.

"Don't worry about it, helping people is my job. I never got your name by the way".

"Oh, sorry, it's [Y/N]".

"[Y/N]? That's a pretty name, it suits you". She caught site of his dimples as he smiled at her and she blushed more. "I better get back to the station, but if you need anything, you can call me, okay?" He pulled a card out of his pocket, and she could see the same crest on it as on his shirt. "Or just call around to the station if you don't feel comfortable coming here on your own. I know this place is pretty big and busy, but the station is small and usually quiet, any of us would be happy to help out". She thanked him again and he left to head back to the station. He couldn't get her shy smile out of his head the entire walk back, and although he hoped she would be okay, he couldn't help but hope that she called so he could see her again.

***

A week later, Sam and Dean were returning to the station after freeing a toddler's head from the posts of a garden fence. "I swear we've saved more people from fences than fires in the last few months". Dean grumbled as he walked into the entrance.

"I think that's a good thing Dean". Sam said as he slapped his back, following him into the station. He stopped when he saw someone out of uniform standing just inside the doorway.

"Hello Miss, are you alright?" Dean asked the woman, who turned around at the sound of Dean's voice.

"[Y/N]?" Sam asked as he saw her face. "Is everything okay?" She smiled at him and nodded, and he smiled back when he saw her blush.

"I just wanted to say thank you, for saving me last week. I made you a pie". She looked down at her hands where he saw something under a towel. Dean dropped his tool bag onto the ground and reached for it immediately, taking it from her and lifting up the towel to take a peak.

"Cherry?" He asked looking back at her and she nodded at him. "[Y/N], was it? You are welcome here any time". He winked at her and made his way into the station's kitchen, leaving Sam and [Y/N] alone and Sam chuckled.

"That's Dean, my brother. He has a weak spot for pies".

"I can see that". She giggled. "Maybe I could buy you a coffee then? As a thank you, whenever you have some time I mean".

"How does tomorrow sound? I have the day off. Meet me outside the station at noon, I'll show you the best cafe this side of the city". He smiled at her and she agreed before leaving, letting him know that she was looking forward to it and that she hoped he could at least sample the pie before Dean ate all of it. Sam had to try and keep the grin off his face as he went into the kitchen, he didn't need Dean teasing him about a girl.

***

The 'thank you coffee' turned into an all-day date as they stayed chatting for hours, right up until the cafe closed in the evening. It turned out that they had a lot of similar interests, and while [Y/N] kept the details of her previous life to a minimum, she talked in depth about her hobbies and Sam showed nothing but interest in everything she said. She'd asked him loads of questions about his job, his family, the city in general. They had laughed, both of them had been blushing the entire time, and towards the end they began to flirt. Once they were kicked out of the cafe, Sam had insisted on walking her back to her apartment. She hadn't invited him in, but she had accepted a goodnight kiss enthusiastically. They'd exchanged numbers, and for the next few days had been texting back and forth, organising their next meeting, a second date.

A few dates later, and [Y/N] had invited Sam in. She had been nervous about being intimate with another man since Ryan, but her mind was clouded with all things Sam the entire time. Sam had caged her in against the wall, but she hadn't felt scared, or intimidated, or trapped, she felt safe and protected. Sam had lifted her up with ease, he'd carried her to her bed, and he was gentle with her. He made sure her needs came first, he'd touched and kissed every inch of her skin, and he'd let her set the pace. He stayed the night and held her as she slept, and he cooked her breakfast the next morning before leaving for his shift. They spent a lot of time at each other's apartments after that.

***

It was an early morning on one of Sam's days off when [Y/N] woke up in his arms. Her head was pressed against his chest, his arms wrapped around her, and he was quietly snoring just above her head. He'd stayed over in her place the night before, after a long shift and she had helped him unwind. She knew he would probably want to sleep in. She lay on him for awhile, just listening to his breathing and his heartbeat. [Y/N] hadn't thought of Ryan at all for the last few weeks while she'd been with Sam. She hadn't told Sam why she'd left her home town, or that she'd been engaged, she didn't want to talk about it. She just wanted to enjoy Sam. She had explained to him how she had a couple of health issues with her heart, how it was weaker than it should be, how she was prone to irregular rhythms, and how stress and anxiety often made it worse. Of course, Sam had been very understanding and had let her know that if she was feeling stressed she could always go to him and he'd try to make her feel better. He was even helping her in trying to look for a low-stress job nearby.

She stayed in his arms until she felt her stomach rumble, the familiar feeling leading her to decide to get up and go out to get some breakfast for both of them, as a nice little surprise. She wanted him to start his day with something good. Carefully slipping out of his hold, she slid off the bed. She leaned over to brush his hair off his face and lightly kissed his forehead, smiling when he smiled in his sleep, and left to go and get dressed. The cafe that Sam had brought her to on their first date was beside a bakery, where they sold all sorts of pastries. She decided she would buy a selection, and then buy coffee in the cafe before heading back to surprise them.

***

She had a box of pastries in her hands as she joined the line in the cafe, it was slightly busier than she was expecting it to be for that time of the morning. She didn't mind though, she knew Sam would probably still be asleep when she got back since he'd been so tired the night before, and she liked this cafe, it reminded her of her first good memory in the city. It was bright, with the morning sun shining through the ceiling to floor windows. There were little jars with flowers on each of the tables, and floral paintings on the walls. She let herself enjoy the nice music playing in the background as she waited, slowly moving forward as each person made their order.

Unfortunately, her enjoyment was short-lived when a wave of fear travelled through her body. A familiar voice had sounded in her ear, and she gasped as she spun around, coming face to face with her ex-fiance. "It is you. I've been looking for you [Y/N]". Ryan's face was cold and expressionless as he reached forward to grab her wrist. She tried to take a step back but his grip was firm. She swallowed nervously and shook her head, glancing around, debating on whether to call for help, but she found herself unable to speak. Her heart was thudding against her chest, anxiety freezing her in her spot. "Why did you run away? We had so much to look forward to".

"G-go. Please". She managed to stutter out and he scoffed at her.

"Let's not cause a scene. My car is out the front, why don't you just come with me now?" He leaned in closer to her, his lips to her ear. "I've missed you". He whispered. "I want you to come with me, there's so much I want to-". He was cut off by someone clearing their throat behind them.

"Excuse me, I believe it's your turn to order". An older man said, looking at [Y/N] and nodding towards the batista who was waiting behind the till. She turned towards the till and shakily set her pastry box down, trying to steady her breathing to not cause a scene. Ryan wrapped an arm around her waist and smiled at the batista.

"Sorry, she's a bit shy". He chuckled, the sound giving [Y/N] a sense of nausea. She really didn't want to cause a scene, but she didn't know what to do. She needed to get away from him, she needed to get back to Sam. She suddenly remembered that the women's bathroom had a second door in it. The last time she was there it had been propped open, leading to the alleyway out the back. She cleared her throat and stepped away, Ryan letting his arm fall down from her waist to his side.

"Um.. sorry. Bathroom". She kept her head down and quickly made her way to the women's room, closing the door behind her and immediately making for the second door. To her relief, it was unlocked and she easily pushed it open, the cool morning air hitting her face as she stepped out onto the ground. Wasting no time, she stepped out from the alleyway, making sure that she couldn't be seen through the cafe's windows, and forced herself to run home, struggling with her breath and her heavy heartbeat.

***

"What?" Sam asked, staring in disbelief at the empty bedroom as Dean had just finished talking on the other end of the phone. Sam's phone had started ringing a few minutes ago, waking him up. He had woken up confused, he was in [Y/N]'s bed but she wasn't there, and her side was cold meaning she hadn't been there for awhile.

"I'm telling you, I saw her in the cafe. Some dude had his arm around her, he was close, whispering in her ear, and she was blushing and shit".

"You're... you're sure it was [Y/N]?" Sam tried to keep the hurt out of his voice, but he was sure Dean could hear it anyway.

"I'm sorry Sammy. It was definitely her. It was only like ten minutes ago".

"W-why would she be with... what?" Sam couldn't organise his thoughts properly, he felt heartbroken. He trusted Dean over everyone else in the world. If Dean said he saw something, then he did. Sam thought things were going well with [Y/N], he spent nearly all of his free time with her, he was helping her get used to the new city, helping her find a job, he had been nothing but kind to her...and she was seeing someone else. He heard Dean sigh on the other end of the phone.

"Come to the station, do some training to take your mind off it". Dean said and Sam nodded, not thinking about how Dean couldn't see him. He heard the front door unlock and his head snapped towards the noise, his hurt suddenly turning to anger now that she was here, that he would now have to confront her.

"I have to go, I'll see you later". He hung up and put his phone on the bed before getting up. He was shirtless, only wearing his boxers, but he didn't bother to throw any clothes on before he stormed out into the hallway. [Y/N] was leaning against the wall, breathing erratically and sobbing, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Sam". She breathed out when she saw him, but he only glared at her.

"What, panicking because you know you got caught? Yeah, Dean called me. I know". His hands were clenched into fists as he watched her clutch her chest, not able to meet his eyes. "You spend half your time with him, the other half with me? Or are there other men too? Is the helpless little girl thing just an act to lure us in?" His words cut into her like knives, she hadn't caught her breath yet so all she could do was shake her head. "Oh stop it, just breathe normally". He rolled his eyes at her. He'd never felt so hurt before, he wasn't even thinking of the words that were coming out of his mouth. "I can't do this, I'm leaving. Don't call me, we're done". He all but spat at her, tugging the bedroom door back open to quickly put his clothes on and grab his phone.

"Sam... wait". She gasped, trying to reach out to grab his arm before he disappeared into the bedroom, but he shrugged away from her. "My ex.. he's, he's stalking me. He killed my parents".

"What? So not only are you going behind my back with some other guy, but you're gonna lie to me about it? Make up some story about stalkers and murderers? Seriously [Y/N], if you had a stalker you would've told me about it already. Don't treat me like I'm stupid". He angrily pulled his jeans up from the previous day and pulled his shirt on over his head while she stuttered, talking about her ex, being engaged, how she moved to get away from him, but Sam was barely listening, the betrayal taking over his mind. He breezed past her to the front door and didn't look back before slamming it behind him, leaving her alone. The moment he was gone she broke down, sliding down against the wall and pulling her knees to her chest. She couldn't control the sobs as they ripped through her. She sat there for what felt like ages before finally pulling herself up to get some of her medication to calm down her heart. She wasn't sure if it was her health condition, or the heartbreak of Sam not believing her, and leaving her, that was causing her the pain, but the medication was the only thing she could take. She made it to her bed and curled up under the covers, still warm from Sam's body heat, his scent still in the pillow case. She cried herself to sleep that night.

***

Six weeks passed without [Y/N] leaving her apartment. She had used up the last of her medication several days ago, and that morning she'd opened her cupboards and fridge to find them empty. She'd officially run out of food. She hadn't had a lot to begin with, but she couldn't face going outside and running into Ryan again. She was terrified that he'd see her and follow her back to her apartment, where she'd be trapped. She'd been rationing the little food she did have, and as a result, had lost a lot of weight. She'd been avoiding looking at herself in the mirror, she wasn't showering regularly and her hair was a mess, not far from being matted. She hadn't spoken to anyone in the six weeks, she didn't know anyone apart from Sam and Dean but she couldn't call or text them. She was really struggling, but the fact that she now had no food at all meant that she'd have to force herself to leave and go buy some.

She wanted to draw as little attention to herself as possible, so she dragged herself into the shower and stayed in there for over an hour trying to detangle her hair. The water was cold on her skin by the time she was finished. She got out, shivering, and faint from the hunger and her irregular heartbeat, but managed to dry off and get into some clean clothes. It took her another hour to psyche herself up to be able just to open the front door. With one final deep breath, she stepped outside. There was a small store only across the road from her which she should be able get in and out of fairly quickly, and there was a low chance of Ryan being in there.

***

Sam was on his lunch break, and since Dean had finished off the station's coffee supply the previous day, he was going to restock before the other firefighters got annoyed. He pushed open the glass door of the convenience store, smiled at the man behind the till, and then turned to walk down the familiar isle that housed the coffee. He was looking through the shelves when a familiar voice made him freeze. [Y/N]. "Oh god, no. Please, no". He heard her say from the next isle over. He slowly leaned up on his toes to peer over the high shelf, and he saw her cowering away from a man. The blood drained from his face as he saw how thin she was, she looked so fragile. Her clothes were baggy on her, she had dark circles under eyes, she didn't look well at all. The man looked very much like the description that Dean had given him when he'd stormed back to the station after he'd confronted [Y/N].

"I've been looking for you for weeks, now that I've finally found you, you can come back with me". Sam grimaced at the sinister smile the man gave [Y/N], and he watched as she stumbled back, trying to create more space between them.

"You've... you've ruined everything for me. Please just leave me alone".

"Now that's not a nice way to speak to the man you're engaged to". He chuckled, taking a step closer to her. Sam noticed how she grabbed at her chest, he needed to step in.

"We're not engaged anymore. Please, go". He laughed again and took another step closer to her, but was stopped by Sam's large hand on his shoulder.

"I think you need to go". Sam said, looking down at the man.

"Who the fuck are you?" He guy said, brushing Sam's hand off his shoulder.

"I'm someone you don't want to mess with. You heard her, go". The man scoffed and looked Sam up and down, trying to determine whether he could take him on or not. Sam puffed out his chest and clenched his jaw before folding his arms across his chest, showing off the muscles he had that were twice as big as the man's. Sam raised an eyebrow at him, and he took one last look at [Y/N] before backing off and running out of the store. When Sam looked back at [Y/N], she was on the floor, struggling to breathe through her tears. He immediately dropped down onto his knees and pushed her hair out of her face. "Hey, hey it's me, it's Sam". Her eyes were closed and she was shaking her head. "I'm so sorry Sweetheart, I'm so fucking sorry that I didn't listen to you". She was gasping, and Sam grabbed her handbag, looking looking through it to find her pills. He could feel panic rise up inside him when he couldn't find them. "Where's your medication?" He asked, but she wasn't listening. "[Y/N], I need you to calm down. You're safe with me, remember? I'm not gonna hurt you. Your stalker is gone, he's not here. Can you take a deep breath for me?" She shook her head and he looked around, trying to think of what he could do to help. "Okay, okay. Come here. He sat down on the floor beside her, leaning his back against the shelves behind him. He pulled her over into his lap, pulling her back against his chest. "Match my breathing. Please [Y/N], breathe in when I do, breathe out when I do, okay?". He took deep breaths, and to his relief, felt her start to match him. Her gasping stopped and she was able to take shaky breaths instead. He grabbed her trembling hands and held them tight. "Is it okay if I lift you up? I need to get you to the hospital".

"No, no he'll look for me there. No hospital, please. I just want to go back home". She sniffed, now completely aware that she was in Sam's lap and holding hands with him.

"I can't let you go home in this condition [Y/N]... come with me to the station? I can get Dean to check you out properly, he's had more medical training than I have". She nodded her consent and Sam pushed himself up off the floor, pulling his into his arms as he did. She wrapped her arms around his neck, which was warm and familiar, and leaned her head against his shoulder, continuing to follow his breathing. Sam had one arm wrapped around her waist and the other hooked under her knees as he walked back to the glass door, giving a small smile to the man behind the till again, and made his way to the station.

***

[Y/N] was sat up in a chair in the station, Dean had just finished checking her over while Sam had gone out to collect her prescription. "I'm sorry [Y/N], it's just Sammy, he's my little brother, I need to look out for him you know?" Dean's face was full of guilt as he sat down beside her. "I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions, I hate that I did this to you".

"You didn't, he did". She shivered at the thought of her ex.

"Ryan, was it? Have you called the police?"

"No, reporting the murders didn't do anything, so reporting the stalking won't either. He has too many connections and I know that if he did leave any evidence behind, he has friends who would be able to cover it up for him". She sighed. "I guess I'll have to move again, he knows I live here".

"Hey, you shouldn't have to stay on the run your whole life, looking over your shoulder. You should be able to stay here, build a life here". Dean's voice was genuine.

"I should, but I can't".

"You can". Sam's voice drew her attention to the doorway. "You can stay, we'll protect you, me and Dean. For the next few weeks, you can stay with me okay? One of us will always be with you. We'll track him down, threaten him, we'll make him leave. He doesn't have any connections in this city, but we do. We have a few friends in the police force here, Jody and Donna, we'll give them his description. He won't be safe here, but you will be". He walked over, set his bag down on the table and kneeled down in front of her, making his eyes level with hers. "Let me make this right. Please don't leave".

"You want me to stay with you?" She whispered and he nodded, reaching forwards to tuck her hair behind her ear.

"Yes, we'll stop by your place to get some clothes and whatever else you need, then we'll go to my apartment. I'll take the rest of the day off, the guys will understand. I've missed you". She watched as a tear escaped from his eye, and without thinking she reached up to wipe it away, bringing a smile to his lips at her touch.

"Okay". She said.

"Okay?"

"Okay. I'll go with you".

"Thank you". He sniffed and wiped a second tear away himself before he pushed himself up to press his lips to her forehead. "You'll be safe with me, I promise". He took her hands in his and pulled her up. She swayed a bit and he pulled her close into his arms, absentmindedly rubbing his hands up and down her back. They got lost in the moment, closing their eyes as Sam leaned his chin on top of [Y/N]'s head, both of them swaying side to side gently. They were only brought out of it by Dean clearing his throat.

"Don't forget to take your medication [Y/N]". He said as he stood up from his seat. "I'll call someone else to take over your shift Sammy, take her home". He reached over to squeeze Sam's shoulder before handing [Y/N] the bottle of pills from Sam's bag. She took the pills and looked up at Sam, who was looking back down at her.

"Let's go home". He smiled at her.

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*at least three parts or chapters

28 Days - AU Dean Winchester x several AU SPN characters

Summary: Dean Winchester is an addict and an alcoholic, a USMC veteran, a father, and an older brother. As Battalion Chief with Lawrence Fire & Medical, Dean comes under investigation when he makes a dangerous and impulsive decision, defying his superiors and abandoning the team he is supposed to lead. He is given the choice to go to rehab for 28 days, or jail. His lawyer insists on rehab, and Dean begrudgingly abides.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Emma Winchester, Jack Kline, Victor Henriksen, Jo Harvelle, Gordon Walker, Bille, Crowley, Rowena, Missouri, Meg, Pamela, Gabriel, Lydia, Casey, Jamie, Carmen, Tessa

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, emergency action, fire, drug use, thoughts of death and dying, teen endangerment, references to underage drug addiction and prostitution, partially told through flashbacks

Words: 33K

Author’s notes: Inspired by the film 28 Days and following canon themes from SPN, this is a fic about Dean, a firefighter who goes to rehab, not about Dean as a firefighter.

And Then There Were Three - Winchester brothers x original female character

Summary: Natalie and Dean are in a “not serious” relationship until one night, she and Sam take a step that will change things forever.

Warnings/tags: 18+ONLY, rough sex, squirting, anal sex, butt plug, bondage, dirty talk, orgasm control, double penetration, polyamory, W*ncest adjacent

Words: 13,500

Black Tie Optional: sequel to Plus One - Dean Winchester x Vanessa (OFC)

Summary: The last time we saw Vanessa, she was swooning over Dean’s lasting impression. Now, we fast-forward a year to see what she’s up to.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x OFC Vanessa Martinelli, (eventual) Sam Winchester x OFC Emma Olsen

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, HBO RomCom bullshit

Words: 17K

Combat Baby - Dean Winchester x Jo Harvelle

Summary: canon divergent - Dean’s sweet, but Jo likes him nasty

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, rough sex, biting, dirty talk, brief name-calling, exhibitionism, role play, squirting

Words: 3,073 WORK IN PROGRESS

God Only Knows - Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: One weekend, years ago, lives rent-free in both of their minds. Three-part mini-series.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, pining, clothed sex, couch sex, hungover sex, fluff, roomies to lovers, idiots in love

Words: 5,500

If We Make It Through December - Dean Winchester x Donna Hanscum

Summary: Donna is horrified to learn that the boys have never had a proper Christmas, so she invites them to her house for the holiday.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Donna Hanscum, Sam Winchester, Jody Mills, Claire Novak, Kaia Nieves, Patience Turner, Alex Jones

Warnings/tags: there was no rebar, 18+ ONLY, fluff, light angst, domesticity, holiday celebrations

Words: 12K

The Kinda Girl You Like - Winchester brothers x original female character

Summary: After Sam reveals to Sofie his sub that he likes to watch, she decides that they should act on it. Then he tells her what exactly it is that he likes to watch…

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, sub-sharing, bondage, rimming, the jockey is my favorite sex position, dirty talk, W*ncest adjacent

Words: 6,500

Leaving Heaven - Dean Winchester x Taziana Smith (OFC)

Summary: Tazi is a bounty hunter of mostly human things. She isn’t firmly seated in the supernatural world, but she’s familiar enough that she’s recruited by an old friend of John Winchester’s to capture and deliver a brief acquaintance of her own.

Characters: MOC/Knight of Hell/Demon Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Crowley, Lee Webb, original characters

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, this is not your mother’s Dean Winchester, brief dub-con, mentions of the foster system, references to past rape, commiserating over childhood trauma, threats of sexual violence

Words: 16,500 WORK IN PROGRESS

The Mud On Your Boots - Dean Winchester x Donna Hanscum

Summary: Dean and Donna finally give in.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, dirty talk, fluff, consent is sexy, period sex, fisting, blood as lube, shower sex

Words: 8k (permanent hiatus)

Plus One - Dean Winchester x Vanessa (OFC)

Summary: Vanessa hates weddings until she meets a handsome stranger who agrees to help her mix things up for the night.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, fingery things, squirting, and Dean has no refractory period bc this is fic

Words: 9,600

Pretty Reckless - MOC Dean Winchester x pre-slayer Faith Lehane

Summary: AU where s10 Dean stumbles upon another hunter so much like himself. When their connection grows inexplicably stronger, they find an answer they never thought existed.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Faith Lehane, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Crowley, Cain

Warnings/tags: 19+, rough sex, prostate massage, magical bond

Words: 15K

Run Me Like A River - AU Dean Winchester x AU Jessica Jones

Summary: AU wherein Jessica Jones is super-powered by gov’t experiments to create elite soldiers, the Winchesters are military officers in humanity’s War Against Evil, and they have all gone AWOL from their assigned roles. Dean and Jess embark on a relationship that ends abruptly and explosively until Dean calls her for help on a very personal case.

Characters: Jessica Jones, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Arthur Ketch, Malcolm is Jess’s cat

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, this is not your mother’s Dean Winchester, major character death, unhealthy relationship dynamics, bondage, rough sex, anal sex, ptsd

Words: 14K

Seasons - Dean Winchester x unnamed female character

Summary: She is his safe haven, untouched by anything else or anyone.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, canon divergent - no Cassie or Lisa, non-linear storytelling, four seasons, angst, hurt/comfort, references non-con unprotected sex, loss of a pregnancy

Words: 12K

Temporary Scars - Dean Winchester x Donna Hanscum x Benny Lafitte

Warnings/tags: 18+, Angst, Donna has intimacy issues, Dean’s the sweetest, self-sabotage, sort of established relationship, Benny’s swoony as fuck, Dean’s in love, polyamory, pregnancy kink

Words: 4,500 (permanent hiatus)

Unopened At Your Feet - AU Sam Winchester x female narrator, AU Dean Winchester x female narrator

Summary: This is the story of how I broke my own heart.

Characters: Female Narrator, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Becky Rosen, Meg Masters, Benny Lafitte

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, weed-smoking, canon-compliant date-rape/roofie (Becky), love triangle

Words: 12,470 WORK IN PROGRESS

Where Is My Shiny Gun? - Dean Winchester x Donna Hanscum (voyeur Sam Winchester)

Summary: canon divergent - Sam finds himself in a quandary when he realizes he has feelings for Donna by way of the obvious mutual attraction between her and Dean.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, Sam is kinky, Dean is adorable, so is Donna, Dean likes to give Donna massages, Sam directing while masturbating, brief spanking + breast slapping, brief knife play - no blood, W*ncest adjacent

Word Count: 7,800

ONE-SHOTS

A Fight For Love & Glory - Winchesters x you (female)

Summary: You’re struck by sex pollen, so Sam and Dean agree to help you out.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, sex pollen, feelings of guilt, ass play, dirty talk, W*ncest adjacent

Words: 2K

Bad Girls Underneath - Ruby 2.0 x Dean Winchester x Jo Harvelle

Summary: Ruby and Jojo get hit by a sex curse again; this time, they need Dean’s help.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, magical-dick/male-gaze bullshit, probably too much commentary and emotional complication, why am I like this, I’m sorry, sometimes I can’t help myself, fisting, brief choking

Words: 2,600

Cactus - Dean Winchester x Meg Masters x Castiel

Summary: Post-battle, exhausted and wanting, Dean and Meg and Cas take care of each other.

Warnings/Tags: 18+ ONLY, dreamlike sex, a little choking, Dean’s always hungry

Words: 3,200

Caveat Emptor - Dean Winchester x original female character

Summary: Gabriela Cruz invests in a Victorian mansion in the middle of America where the rule of Buyer Beware is absolute. When her twin sister goes missing, a couple of federal agents show up. Lucky for Gabi, Dean and Sam Winchester are on the case.

Characters: Gabriela Cruz, Camila Cruz, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Ed Zeddmore, Harry Spangler

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, language, mentions death of family members, cursed object, mentions of blood + gore, sarcasm, twin dynamics, explicit sex

Words: 4,600

Crazy On You – Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: You’ve had a shitty day, but this beautiful, unfamiliar boy will make it all better.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, Impala Sex, there’s a knife but not in a bloody way

Words: 4K

Crossroads and Bound - Dean Winchester x female demon reader

Summary: He agreed to this.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, femdom, Dean’s tied to a chair, wearing a cock ring, face sitting, things might get a little rough, but it’s all in good fun, squirting

Words: 2,250

The Curve Of Your Pretty Gown - Dean Winchester x female reader

Request: Hey hon! Ok, so it’s my birthday today, so maybe a story about Dean surprising me/ the reader by turning up unannounced to wish me/the reader a ‘happy birthday’ and there’s lots of smut ❤️

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, a little angst

Words: 2,200

Deep - Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: Dean shows you more about pleasure than ‘deep’.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, Dean being perfect, sensual massage, Dean being the best lay ever, biting, Dean being a fairytale prince, the jockey is my favorite sexual position, try it, it’s amazing, talking during sex, gratuitous use of terms of endearment bc it’s Dean

Words: 3K

Discord and Rhyme - Knight of Hell/Demon Dean x female reader

Summary: He’s on the prowl.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, this is not your mother’s Dean Winchester, rough anal sex, crying during sex, blood during sex, there’s a lot of purple prose and excessive descriptions of taste and smell here, sexual coercion, dirty talk

Words: 1,750

Ennui - Knight of Hell/Demon Dean x unnamed female character

Anonymous Prompt: “I really want demon dean stalking someone but I don’t know how to do that with consent? But guh just the thought of him.

Characters: Knight of Hell/Demon Dean Winchester x unnamed female character

Tags/warnings: 18+ only; this is not your mother’s Dean Winchester; stalking; exhibitionism; voyeurism; dirty talk; horny on aisle 3; fuck it, we ball

Words: 2,400

Equilibrium - Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: They have balance.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, established relationship, cock warming

Words: 1,400

Get Down, Make Love - Winchester brothers x original female character

Summary: Steph decides to cut loose and push the envelope with her favorite fellow hunters.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, hot tubbing, drunk sex (consensual), dirty talk, mfm spitroast, W*ncest adjacent

Words: 3,200

Hark and Hush - Purgatory Dean x wolf spirit in a female body

Summary: This is the story of how Dean Winchester hunted, became enamored with, and slew the ancient spirit of the Big Bad Wolf.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, this is not your mother’s Dean Winchester, stalking, blood, gore, rough sex, character death

Words: 2,200

Hide Your Love Away – Dean Winchester x female hunter reader

Summary: Mutual hunters seek comfort for a night and a lifetime of memories.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, ass play

Words: 3,600

His Sword - Michael/Dean x female prostitute

Summary: Michael takes some time to remind Dean who’s in control.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, edge play, bondage, knife play, blood play, choking, rough sex, name-calling, character death

Words: 2,300

Just My Imagination - Dean Winchester x female Zanna

Summary: After Mary leaves the boys a second time, Dean needs a reset, or to blow off some steam – something. He heads out on a snowy evening the night before Christmas and finds just the right thing.

Warnings/tags: mature, Hallmark channel fuckery

Words: 2,800

One Night Only (23 in 1) - Dean Winchester x Mila (original female character)

Summary: While on a job in the middle of America, Dean enjoys a rigorous night of mutual gratification with a local art student.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, ass play, shower sex, dirty talk

Words: 5,500

River - Dean Winchester x Ty (Original male character), Dean x Benny implied

Summary: It’s Dean’s first winter after sending Benny back to Purgatory.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, implied underage prostitution, semi-public sex

Words: 1,600

Rules Are Rules - MOC Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: Dean hasn’t been himself lately. The Mark has seen to that.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, hand around the throat, rough sex, squirting

Words: 2,400

Shattered Like A Stone - Demon Dean Winchester x original female character

Summary: The Mark is demanding, and the demon in Dean can’t deny it any more than he can deny her; it just might get everything it wants tonight.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, this is not your mother’s Dean Winchester, rough sex, bondage, multiple object insertion, suicidal ideation, darkfic, self-destruction, bloody sex, sadism and masochism, anal sex, Jameson as lube, spit as lube, face fucking, Daddy as title, misogynist language, choking, strangulation, assisted suicide

Words: 6,800

Some Stranger’s Hand - 2009 Dean Winchester x 2014 Risa (The End)

Summary: He lost everything.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, plush pink pillow lips for my Eloise

Words: 1,700

Spark, Flicker, Blaze - Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: Somewhere along the line, her life became something she didn’t like. On her 35th birthday, she makes a decision to change all of that.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, overly descriptive orgasms, Dean’s the best birthday present ever

Words: 2,200

Stuff & Thangs That Are Awesome… And Not Awesome - Dean Winchester x female character (1st person POV)

*TWD Crossover

Prompt(s): 1) Dean has been arrested twice for indecent exposure – once was in a grocery store. 2) Jensen or Dean x Reader, a small public place, he pins you to the wall, covers your mouth and fucks you.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer, Rick Grimes, Shane Walsh

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, Rick Grimes eye-fucking, Shane Walsh having a pissing contest with a young, cocky Dean Winchester

Words: 1,300

Supernova - MOC Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: Since Dean’s had the Mark and the Blade, he’s pulled away from you, afraid of hurting you. You miss him, and you’ve had it. One night you push him to the edge.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, bondage, blood play, biting, bruising, knifeplay, rough sex, dubcon/mindfuck

Words: 2,500

Triptych - Dean Winchester x bisexual female couple

Summary: Dean’s on a case and meets two beautiful women. One of them is recently divorced, and the new couple invites Dean to help them kick off their new life together.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, sex toy, Dean’s real good at sex

Words: 4,700

Wait Till My Brother Gets Home - Winchester brothers x female reader

Summary: She wants to lose control.

Warnings/tags: 18+ Only, rough sex, hair pulling, mfm spit roast, bruising and chafing during sex, W*ncest adjacent

Words: 2,450

When We Fall Then We’ll Know Each Other - Dean Winchester x Benny Lafitte (voyeur Castiel)

Prompt: “There’s nothing wrong with women, but a woman can’t hold you down and fuck you like I can.”

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, cum and spit as lube, anal sex, voyeurism

Words: 1,400

QUICK AND DIRTY

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Barbed Wire Carnival - Choose your own Winchester

Summary: Absence of feeling.

Warnings/tags: mature, angst, dark descriptions

Words: 300

Brimstone - Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: He’s exactly what she wants.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY surprise, bitch

Words: 450

Bring It On Home - Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: Let’s pretend Dean wouldn’t be terrified to welcome love into his life.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, established relationship, comfort, fluff, handsy Dean

Words: 1K

Communion - Dean Winchester x female reader

prompt: Fluffy dean or Jensen smoking weed plz, ty

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, marijuana use

Words: 1K

Crash Through The Surface - Dean Winchester x Jasen (original male character)

Summary: Dean remembers his First.

Warnings/tags: mature, bi-sexual Dean, references to prostitution

Words: 800

Custard Pie - Dean Winchester x female reader

Prompt: Dean/OFC based on Led Zeppelin’s ‘Custard Pie.’

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY oral sex

Words: 800

Drag You To The Shore - Dean Winchester x GN reader

Prompt: Dean Winchester settled in between someone’s legs on the bed. Like his back to their chest, their legs wrapped around him, heels keeping his thighs open while they jerk him off, explicit but soft vibes.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY

Words: 800

Fall Away Into - Dean Winchester x Ruby 2.0 x female reader (voyeur Sam Winchester)

Prompt: “Dean x reader x Ruby 2.0 with Sam watching from the corner.”

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY drug-induced sex, OOC Dean, mff spit roast, use of the word bitch during sex, rough sex, hate sex, W*ncest adjacent

Words: 530

Foxholes - Annie Hawkins x Bobby Singer/Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester

Summary: Annie recalls time spent with each man and what their facial hair told her about them.

Warnings/tags: mature language and references to sexual activity

Words: 349

The Gazelle - AU Dean Winchester x AU Benny Lafitte x female reader

Summary: They aim to please.

Warnings/tags: mature, power exchange, Denny apparent

Words: 1K

The Good Slayer - Dean Winchester x Faith Lehane

Prompt: Dean and our girl Faith. (This is a sequel of sorts for Pretty Reckless.)

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, talking during sex

Words: 800

Hollow - MOC Dean Winchester x female reader

prompt: Would anyone be willing to write something with Dean [or Jensen] x reader to the song Love on the Brain by Rihanna

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, dirty talk, rough sex, angst

Words: 1K

I’ll Keep Them Still - Dean Winchester x Jo Harvelle

Summary: Dean remembers promises and pictures in his mind. And he remembers her.

Warnings/tags: mature, songfic, angst, dream/afterlife sequences, purple prose, I’m sorry

Words: 1K

Just One More Peaceful Day - MOC Dean Winchester x female reader

Prompt: angsty Dean with the line “I can still remember just the way you taste” from the song “It’s been a while” by Staind

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, blood play, knife play, mentions of addiction

Words: 700

Laissez Les Bons Temp Rouler - Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: He’s got a dirty mouth when he’s drunk.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, dirty talk, a dirty public bathroom during Mardi Gras

Words: 600

Lifting the Veil - Choose Your Own Winchester

Summary: You’ve been missing something of paramount importance - until now.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, infidelity, squirting

Words: 1K

Mind Blown - Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: Mind-blowing orgasms can sometimes be literal.

Warnings/tags: mature, transient global amnesia after sex, dirty talk

Words: 560

Nihilism - Knight of Hell/Demon Dean x female reader

Prompt: Can you tell me about the morning after going several rounds with Dean he rolls over in bed and adjusts the covers, causing you to forget your shift to be his good girl a couple more times?

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, this is not your mother's Dean Winchester, name-calling, rough sex, nihilistic themes, Knight of Hell Dean, fantasies of being fucked to death? Idk it’s one of mine, might as well be yours, you’re female AFAB in this scenario

Words: 800

One For Tomorrow, One Just For Today - Dean Winchester x female reader

Prompt: before leaving on a hunt, Dean sings “Love Me Two Times” to his lady.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLT, Dean can actually sing, and he does it during sex

Words: 660

The Prerogative To Have A Little Fun - Donna Hanscum x Jody Mills x Winchester brothers (kinda)

Prompt: Donna’s visiting Jody for the weekend and the boys swing by on their way home from a hunt. Dean mows the lawn, Sam fixes a leaky shower head, Dean makes dinner, and they both do the dishes. Meanwhile, the ladies sit back and enjoy the domestic display.

Warnings/tags: mature, men doing manly things, inspired by Shania Twain’s song “Man! I Feel Like A Woman”, W*ncest adjacent

Words: 1K

Recompense - Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: Dean is sorry for hurting the ones he loves.

Warnings/tags: mature, angst, Dean saying hurtful things then trying to make up for it

Words: 500

Scream - Dean Winchester x past-female reader

Summary: Dean tells us the real reason he loves “All Saint’s Day” as much as he does.

Warnings/tags: mature, references to coming untouched, getting turned on by scary movies

Words: 320

Soft Cell - Dean Winchester + teenage female

Prompt: Dean + reader dancing in the bunker

Warnings/tags: one F-bomb bc Dean

Words: 720

Through The White Night - AU Dean Winchester x original female character

Summary: 18th Century matrimony isn’t as simple as it is today.

Warnings/tags: mentions of wall sex and finger-y things

Words: 560

Wish - Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: You want it to be love – but it isn’t. You want him – but you can’t have him.

Warnings/tags: mature, sepia-toned angst ™ @boondoctorwho

Words: 765

With Pleasured Hands - Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: He’s got secrets she has yet to uncover

Warnings/tags: mature

Words: 500

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Carry On

Chapter 4

Summary: It was just a simple hunt, found on a pie festival. It was supposed to be easy. Something they’d all done one hundred and one times a million. No one could have told Y/N, Dean, and Sam that nothing from that point on would ever be the same again.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester

Word Count: 2964

Warnings: Dean coming to terms with his new reality, so let’s just say it’s some tension in the room. Graphic injury. Me botching medical jargon, A lot of pain. Hospital setting. Angst.

Due to the graphic nature of this fic, and the fact that it will eventually contain Smut. This fic is an 18 + only fic! If you’re under 18 DO NOT read this fic!

A/N: This fic is beta’d by @kazsrm67 Thanks so much love! Please do not copy my work! Feedback is golden! I hope you all enjoy this ride with me!

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The doctor had spent over an hour with Dean explaining to him the nature of his injuries, and the long road ahead of him. The whole time he was in with them Dean kept his hand tightly laced in Y/N’s. She didn’t know for sure if it was because he knew he needed to keep up the ‘husband and wife act’, or if there was something more to it, but his face showed no emotions. He laid there in a stoned silence, swallowing thickly on occasion; never saying a word.

As far as a case of a hard pill to swallow goes, someone telling a person they should be dead, they were lucky to be alive; but they were going to possibly have chronic nerve pain for the rest of their life; that they physically never would get back to running at 100%, that walking at first was even going to be a challenge even though the paralysis should only be temporary, was a hard fucking pill to swallow for normal people. Now, tell that to someone who has only known hunting their whole life, and you have an almost impossible pill to swallow. Hell, for Dean it was like trying to gulp down the entire bottle.

Dean had come through a lot of things in life normal people should have never come through. Dean had been to literal hell and back, died countless times, fought God himself. But this, this was going to be what ultimately ended his career. There was no ‘miracle’ or ‘divine intervention’ coming this time.

Since Chuck had been put in his place, and Jack had taken over, things had gotten relatively normal. They hunt basic monsters like they had in the past. Demons found themselves under a greater measure of control, so they kept their place. The ‘big bads’ were fewer and farther in between, and Dean had played with the idea of becoming a firefighter or a police officer, and getting out of hunting all together, but never got to do it, and now he wouldn’t ever get to do it if walking again was going to be a challenge.

The doctor assured Dean over and over again that the paralysis was most likely only caused by the swelling around the spinal cord and the trauma he endured there. That as the swelling subsided, he’d slowly regain feeling again. But that didn’t really make Dean feel better in that moment, and she knew that by the blank, sick look on his face as they talked about physical therapy to help with mobility again. The bottom line was that they really didn’t know the extent of the damage to his spinal cord, if there was any, or to his spine itself until the swelling was gone. There was still a possibility that he’d need more surgerys, or even might have to spend some time in a wheelchair before he became fully mobile again. Dean didn’t say anything, but Y/N could tell that was something that he wasn’t happy to hear by the way his grip only tightened on her hand the more the man talked.

Finally, when the doctor was done, and Dean’s pain was manageable, at least to a point that he wasn’t practically withering, the way he’d been when he’d first woken up, and he was able to eat something; they took the trio downstairs to what would be Dean’s home away from home for the foreseeable future. He’d have to stay in that room until he could go home and finish his recovery; which the doctor said totally depended on how fast his body healed itself. It could be two weeks; it could be upwards of a month. Really, there were still so many questions, and very few answers.

There had been countless people around the three of them from the point Dean’s eyes had opened, until they were rolled down to his room. They were surrounded by doctors, and nurses of different sorts, but when Dean was settled into his room, and the door was closed by the final charge nurse for the evening; Sam, Dean, and Y/N where left alone, that’s when the exhaustion started to settle in on Y/N as well as Dean. She looked up at the clock to find that it was no longer early in the morning, but rather it was closer to around five in the afternoon.

“Where are you going?” Dean asked worriedly as she moved away from where she’d been standing next to the bed. After all, no one was here now, there was no need to keep up the act anymore was there? “You’re not leaving are you?”

“No Dean,” she assured him, coming to sit back down in the chair next to his bed; he immediately reached for her hand again as soon as she was close enough. She’d be a liar if she said it didn’t make her heart flutter in her chest just a little that Dean wanted her to be close to him, when she thought that when he woke up it would be just the opposite. “I’m not going anywhere unless you tell me to leave. I’ve been here the whole time; I don’t plan on leaving now, I’m in this with you for the long haul, if you want me to be.”

Dean closed his eyes and took as deep of a breath as his battered body would allow him, a large tear rolled down his freckle dusted cheek, and into the crease of his nose before it disappeared into the corner of his mouth. Y/N did the only thing she knew to do to comfort him, and that was run her fingers through his short, disheveled hair.

“Everything’s gonna be okay Dean,” she tried, but she watched as he quickly shoved down whatever weakness he was feeling again as if it never was, and opened his eyes to look around the room, looking for a distraction because clearly, he just wasn’t ready to talk yet.

“Where’s Sam?” he asked finally, not finding his brother in the room.

“He’s gone downstairs to grab our bags,” Y/N told him and he nodded slightly as he looked around at the too white walls, the small TV that set perched on the wall just opposite of the hospital bed, and the little couch that lay against the window in the room that would be Y/N’s bed from now on until he was able to go home.

“Where have you all been staying?” He questioned, his brow furrowing slightly.

“Well, I’ve been here, I haven’t left since the night you got here, but Sam has been staying at the hotel with Eileen and Miracle. He went to retrieve them the night you got hurt. They’re looking for an apartment for you to stay at until you’re able to travel back to the bunker.”

Dean’s mouth formed a thin line and his nostrils flared, but he said nothing of what he was thinking, instead choosing to keep it to himself. Y/N had a feeling he hadn’t thought that far ahead, and knowing he was stuck in this town and state a little longer wasn’t something he was thrilled about all together.

“What about my Baby?” Dean questioned, and Y/N pulled the keys out and placed them on his chest. Dean swallowed thickly and grabbed them tightly in his free hand.

“She’s been here with me while I stayed with you, and Sam said he’s going to leave her here while he uses the car he drove back from the bunker,” she informed him.

“Please don’t leave me here alone,” Dean said again, grief starting to take hold of his features no matter how much he tried to push it down again, and it broke her heart. “Sam, he’s got… He’s going to need to leave to check on, or go on hunts now since I can’t, and he’s— just please don’t leave me.”

“Hey, easy,” she said, quickly getting up from her seat and sitting gingerly on the side of the bed next to him as his chest started to rise and fall rapidly, and his heart rate shot up on the monitors. The weight of everything started to fall hard on him, and honestly, she was surprised he did as well as he’d done for this long.

“I’m here Dean, I’m here, and I’m going to be here, through the surgeries if they’re needed, the physical therapy, all of it. You’d literally have to run me off, and I don’t scare easily. I’ve got you Dean, and Sam does too. He’s out there doing the things I can’t while I’m here with you, and between us we will get you back on your feet again, but I ain’t leaving, handsome. You’re stuck with me, okay?”

Dean huffed out as deep of a breath as he could manage in order to real in the emotions he’d let slip as Sam opened the door, still shaking the rain from his long hair and bags hanging off of his shoulders as he made his way over to the couch and laid them down on the floor by the corner of the couch.

“Okay,” Sam said with an exasperated huff as he turned to face Dean and Y/N. “I think I got everything. There are more of Dean’s clothes in the car, but I didn’t really see the point of bringing them all up right now, because he can’t exactly get dressed until his back has healed and they’ve taken the catheter out. I did get your clothing Y/N, as well as everyone’s phone chargers, laptop, and chargers for those. If there is anything else you guys need, I can go and buy it.”

Sam looked so tired and so disheveled as he flopped heavily down onto the little couch, his eyes locked on Dean’s as they stared at one another in a heavy silence.

“I swear Dean, I didn’t—”

“Okay,” Dean cut in, before turning to look at the wall in front of him. “I believe you Sam, just… let it go, okay?”

“But–”

“Look, shit happened, okay? If you didn’t make a deal, then it just wasn’t my time to go, even if I would have been better off dead.”

“Dean, that’s not true!” Y/N cut in quickly, and Dean just shook his head, his face set in stone. His emotions were all over the place, and Y/N expected that, who wouldn't be? But she did NOT want him thinking he’d been better off dead, because she just couldn’t imagine living one day in a world where he didn’t exist.

“Dean you’re not going to stay like this forever man, you will get better, it’s just… It’s just going to be a process, but you got this,” Sam tried, but Dean gave no response, he just closed his eyes and grimaced slightly.

“Go home for a while Sammy. You’ve been up here all day, and I’m sure Eileen is gonna start to worry after a while. I don’t think they’re going to do anything else to me tonight, but if they do I’ll be sure to have Y/N call you. You look exhausted.”

Sam’s mouth set in a tight line, but he didn’t argue with Dean, he just nodded his head and stood. There would be a time to hash things out with Dean, but when he was still processing his own fate, it wasn’t the time nor the place, if he wanted to be alone for a while with Y/N, Sam certainly wasn’t going to argue with that.

“If you guys need something, just call, I’m only about five minutes up the road.” Sam offered, placing a hand on his brother's arm briefly before he walked to the door. Dean watched him go with an unreadable look on his face, watching him until he closed it completely behind him.

“He means well Dean, he just—he doesn’t really know how to process this I don’t think,” Y/N attempted, and Dean snorted slightly before closing his eyes and resting his head against the hand that was still playing with his hair.

“Well, that makes two of us, because fuck if I don’t either,” Dean admitted before running his hand down his face grimacing at the movement and the amount of stubble he found there.

“How long was I out again?” he asked.

“Four days,” she answered, and laughed at the face he made as he scratched at the stubble, well, more of a beard almost at that point, on his face.

“We’ll see about digging out the electric razor tomorrow and cleaning that up some,” Y/N said with a chuckle.

Dean swore under his breath and his eyes diverted to the window, streaks of rain slid down the cloud gray glass, and a slight roll of thunder echoed outside, making Y/N look that way briefly as well.

“I would have never thought—fuck me,” Dean said, taking a shaky breath. “This is not how I anticipated that hunt to end.”

“I don’t think anyone of us could have Dean, there was nothing we could have done to have known or prevent it—”

“No, I could have prevented it. I fucked up. I made a rookie’s mistake. I should have been paying better attention to my surroundings. Those damn pieces of rebar were everywhere in that barn. I should have never been dumb enough to put myself between one and that fucking vamp.”

“Well, it’s too late to worry about that now, the damage is done, we can’t reverse it, all you can do is heal from it, so stop beating yourself up over things you can’t change,” Y/N scolded him, and Dean smirked slightly.

“But beating myself up is my nature sweetheart,” he attempted to jest, but it fell short, his breath was starting to come out in short pants and grunts more than smooth intakes of air, and he was starting to sweat slightly. His hands started to tremble as he held onto Y/N’s hand, as well as the blanket that lay flat over him.

“Dean,” Y/N said, standing to her feet, worry laced in her voice as she took in the state of him and hit the nurse call button. “What’s wrong?”

“Pain’s back,” he admitted through gritted teeth, and the nurse came rushing through the door with a syringe in her hand.

“I’m sorry Mr. Clearwater,” she apologized as she hurried to give him the pain medication. “I was on my way to your room when another patient coded, and you ended up going over the time for your medication. It should kick in quickly.”

Y/N sat quietly, watching him breathe into it, his eyes shut tight as he could get them, until finally, after about a minute he relaxed, and slowly released the death grip on Y/N’s hand before looking up at her with exhausted green eyes, and the nurse placed a hand on his knee.

“You’ve been up for a long time, try and get some sleep while that medication’s working, okay?” she said, giving his knee a slight pat before leaving the room, and Dean nodded, his eyes heavy from the medication, and the exhaustion of everything that seemed to come crashing down around him today.

“Promise you will be here when I wake up?” Dean questioned, his words slurred slightly, and Y/N smiled as he tucked the covers around him. Even though it fucking broke her to see him like this. She hated it. Hated every minute of it. He didn’t need to see that though. All he needed to see was that she was there for him, and that’s all she intended to let him see.

“I’m gonna be right here handsome, I promise. Hellhounds couldn’t drag me away.”

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