#spn fanficiton
Text
When I Look At You
Request: Can you do a story where the reader feels badly about her looks or has low self-esteem and Sam tells her she’s beautiful?
Summary: The reader becomes a beauty pageant contestant to lure a vengeful spirit, and her confidence falters when she realizes the competition isn’t the empty spectacle she thought it’d be. With Sam’s encouragement, she finds the gumption she needs to finish the job.
Pairing: Sam x Reader
Warnings: Struggles with self-image and self-confidence; body love; fluff
Word Count: 1.7k
“How long does it take to put on a dress?” Dean complained, impatiently drumming his fingers against the side of his leg.
Sam rolled his eyes at his brother’s restlessness.
“Why don’t you go look after the other contestants, and I’ll check on Y/N.”
Dean scowled at Sam for demoting him to busy work, but his grudge was quickly forgotten when a well endowed brunette strut past.
“She looks like she could use some help.” Dean grinned before chasing after the unsuspecting woman like a puppy.
With Dean temporarily occupied, Sam knocked softly at your dressing room entrance. He received no reply, but seconds later, a loud crash sounded from inside. Instinctively, Sam drew his gun and kicked open the door. To his surprise, he found no danger, only you, sprawled on your back, with your legs tangled in a mess of tulle.
“A little help, please.” you squeaked, arms reaching up for assistance.
Sam holstered his gun and closed the distance between you in three easy strides. He bent down, extending his hand to pull you to your feet. Once upright, you adjusted the many layers of your ball gown and smoothed your palms over the emerald taffeta.
“Was that necessary?” you asked, pointing to the confetti of splintered wood now covering the floor.
“I thought you were being attacked!”
“Technically, I was.” you asserted, grabbing the skirt of your dress and fanning the fabric. Sam shot you his best bitch face before smirking at your joke.
“You’ve been in here for a while, and you didn’t answer when I knocked. I got worried.” Sam defended. “What’s taking you so long, anyway?”
You hung your head and let out a deep sigh.
“I can’t do this, Sam.”
Two days earlier, the boys had been tipped off about a vengeful spirit expected to exact retribution on a group of beauty pageant contestants at the Miss Tennessee competition. After some research, you discovered that the hostile soul, Isobel Carter, had been poisoned by her fellow competitor, Maxine Beard. The incident followed the inaugural pageant in 1938, allowing Maxine, the first runner up, to compete at Miss America in Isobel’s place. Considering Maxine had been deceased for over a decade, you believed that Isobel’s spirit wasn’t pursuing her murder but was simply tied to the theater where the competition was held.
The Winchesters decided the case was worthwhile, and unbeknownst to you, Sam hacked the registration database, signing you up for the competition. You were furious at first, but after some convincing, you conceded to the fact that you were the only one who could blend in well enough to act as bait for Isobel and keep a close eye on the other contestants.
Everything had been business as usual, until the pageant consultant ran through the schedule of events and fitted you for your evening wear. You’d always assumed that beauty pageants were filled with prissy, air-headed belles who didn’t know an encyclopedia from a hamburger, but you quickly discovered how complex and demanding these competitions were. After spending only a few minutes with the contestants, you were rightfully toppled off your high horse. These women were the real deal. Not only were they beautiful, they were incredibly bright and accomplished. To say that their seemingly perfect existence had done a number on your self-confidence would be an understatement.
“Y/N, this is a pretty standard case.” You could tell Sam was slightly confused by your admission of defeat. “I know we don’t have a handle on what is tying Isobel to the building, but we’ve fought much worse in even stranger conditions.”
“Not the spirit, Sam. I can’t do this.” you emphasized, waving your hand down the length of your body.
Sam said nothing, but you could tell by his puzzled expression that he required further explanation.
“These girls are perfect. I’m talking big eyes, small waists, and expertly quaffed hair. Every last one of them. They’ve spent years learning to walk in dresses that are too tight and heels that are too high, and they’ve got nerves of steel to withstand this type of scrutiny!”
You picked up a bikini and waved it in front of Sam’s face.
“A swimsuit competition! Really? What kind of antiquated, misogynistic bullshit is that?”
Sam laughed in agreement.
“And they’re smart, Sam. Really smart.” You tossed the bathing suit aside and began to pace.
“Ava’s platform is education for children in the Sudan, and María plans to put the winnings toward her PhD in Astrophysics. I barely have a high school diploma! What do I have to contribute in any type of intellectual conversation with these women?”
The smile fell from Sam’s face as you began to doubt the qualities he loved most about you.
“Oh!” you added, your voice becoming progressively louder and your movements more erratic. “Did I mention there’s a talent competition? More than half of these women are classically trained musicians or Olympic-level athletes. I’m not talented, Sam. Not like that. Unless you can get a vamp in here for me to behead, I’ve got nothing!”
Sam had allowed you the release he knew you needed, but he could no longer stand by while you spoke so lowly of yourself.
“They’re cultured and worldly, and…”
Two large hands engulfed your shoulders, stopping you mid stride. Lost in your rant, you hadn’t seen Sam approach you, and you startled at his touch.
“I’m sorry.” you breathed, coming back to reality. “I didn’t mean to unload on you.”
“You don’t need to apologize, Y/N.”
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” you wondered aloud, staring blankly into the middle space.
“There’s nothing wrong with you.” Sam assured. “I can guarantee that every other contestant here has wrestled with the same feelings of insignificance.”
You appreciated the sentiment, but your emotional defeat endured. Sighing heavily, you slumped onto the stool in front of your vanity.
Sam grabbed his own chair and sat down next to you.
“Y/N.” he whispered, taking your hands in his. “Please look at me.”
Increasingly ashamed by your outburst, it took several seconds before you were able to meet Sam’s gaze. When you did, you were overcome by the love and sincerity you saw on his face.
“You are every good thing you see in those women.”
You scoffed and turned to look away, but Sam wouldn’t stand for it.
“I want you to see what I see.” he insisted, slowly turning you toward your reflection.
Disinterested in being placated, you cocked your head and glared at Sam in the mirror. When he countered with a stern look of his own, your face softened in surrender.
“When I look at you, I see a brave and loyal woman who lives her life for others. Your body may not be the beauty pageant standard, but it is strong and capable, and it saves people every day.” Sam ran his thumb over a scar on your right shoulder. “It sacrifices for this world in ways most people couldn’t even begin to imagine.”
Uncomfortable with the unexpected praise, you shifted in your seat. Sensing your anxiety, Sam settled his hands on your arms to steady you, and you relaxed beneath his touch.
“There is no doubt that Dean and I would be long gone if it weren’t for your intelligence and intuition. You are resourceful and calm under pressure, and you’ve saved our asses more times than we can count.”
This made you smile. You took the most pride in doing your job well, and it was encouraging to know that Sam recognized and appreciated your efforts.
“I see a loving and thoughtful friend who has made the bunker a home, who takes care of everyone in her life without question. You always put others before yourself, and you’ll help anyone no matter who they are, where they come from, or what they’ve done.”
Sam moved to kneel in front of you. He stared at you intently, his hazel eyes boring into your soul.
“You are beautiful, Y/N. Inside and out. Even without all of this.” Sam gestured to the pageant regalia scattered around the room. “Especially without all of this.” he corrected. “I’ve never met anyone else who looks just as sexy in jeans and a leather jacket as she does in a ball gown.”
Tears welled in your eyes at Sam’s kindness.
“I don’t know what to say.” you blushed. “Thank you, Sam.”
You both stood, and he pulled you into a warm hug.
“Anytime, Y/N.” Sam promised, placing a kiss on top of your head. “Also, I don’t know if you noticed, but you were pacing pretty well in that dress and those heels. I think you’ve got your walk down.”
“I’ll try to replace the panic with a bit of elegance.” you teased.
At that moment, a very impatient Dean burst through what used to be the door.
Before he could start yelling about how you needed to join the other girls on stage, he caught sight of you and stopped in his tracks.
“Damn, Y/N!” Dean froze, temporarily stunned. “You look incredible!”
“Thank you, Dean.”
“I know we came to exercise a spirit, but you could win this thing!” Dean exclaimed.
“Let’s not get carried away, big boy.” you cautioned, patting his arm. “I still don’t have a talent.”
“Are you kidding me?” Dean asked honestly.
He looked between you and Sam as if you’d just denied the sky was blue.
“Have you really never noticed that I turn down the radio when you’re in the car so we can hear you sing?”
“Seriously?” you questioned, genuinely surprised.
“Hell yeah! You have an amazing voice, Y/N. I’ve caught Sammy sitting outside the bathroom just so he can listen to you sing in the shower.”
“Dean.” Sam teethed, shooting his brother a cautionary glance. The elder Winchester ignored the warning and doubled down.
“Multiple times.”
“Dean!”
You couldn’t help but laugh at Dean’s antics and Sam’s embarrassment.
“Well, with that second vote of confidence, I think I’m ready. I’ll see you boys backstage.”
You left, kissing Sam’s cheek on your way out.
“Second vote of confidence, huh?” Dean questioned, waggling his eyebrows. “Did you finally tell her you love her?”
“No.” Sam stressed, as if it was the thousandth time he’d been asked.
Dean shook his head in playful disappointment before following you to the stage.
“But I will.” Sam quietly vowed to himself, once Dean was out of earshot.
Masterlist
#sam x reader#sam winchester x reader#sam winchester fluff#supernatural fanfiction#supernatural fluff#spn fanficiton#spn fluff
189 notes
·
View notes
Text
My Pretty Girl
Kinktober 2022, Ep 2
Summary: Dean’s a bit of a control freak...
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Warnings: 18 + Only! Mature Content, NSFW themes, prelude to smut. Bondage (handcuffs), Dom Dean, Kinda hint of a Daddy Kink. I think that’s it.
Word Count: 270
A/N: Sorry this one is so short guys, it’s been a busy day for me. Feedback is golden. This fic is completely unbetaed, so all mistakes are mine. Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoy this one!
Kinktober Masterlist
“Remember your safe word sweetheart?” Dean questioned as he closed the last cuff around her wrist, allowing her to test the restraint before she turned her gaze to him and nodded.
“Good girl,” he praised as he brushed her hair away from her face and tucked it behind her ear. “Remember, at any time you want me to stop, all you gotta do is say so, okay?”
She nodded and smiled at him. “I trust you Dean.”
“I know you do sweetheart,” he answered before leaning down and capturing her lips with his own.
Dean picked up the vibrator and clicked the device to live with an almighty buzz before placing it on her already throbbing clit, as he swallowed down her moans in an almost desperate kiss.
“Look at you, so fucking pretty,” he praised as he quickly hurtled her body to the edge before pulling away just before she was able to find her release, his free hand running down exposed breast. “My pretty girl. Don’t worry, Daddy’s gonna take good care of you.”
She should have known that Dean had a control kink, and the night he’d asked her to do this, well, she had her reservations. Being a hunter herself, she was afraid to give him total and complete control. But she loved him, loved him more than life itself, and if there was anyone she’d ever trust, it was Dean Winchester.
Forever:
@as-lost-as-sams-shoe
@jensenslady79
@wittysunflower
@spnwoman
@stoneyggirl2
@unabashed-lover-of-fictional-men
@deanssliceofcherrypie
@stixnstripesworld
@fullwattpadmusictree
@nancymcl
@christycreature
@whiskey-infused-dreams
@supernatural79impala
@deandreamernp
@forgetthisbull
@miraclesoflove
@slamminmine
@deanwanddamons
@rvgrsbrns
@chevyharvelle
@i-love-superhero-movies
@lyss-dw79
@magssteenkamp
@lemondropirwin
@squirrelnotsam
@hobby27
@spnbaby-67
@mrsjenniferwinchester
@defenderrosetyler
@thecreatiivecorner
@vicmc624
@busy-bee-angel-misska
@justanotherwinchester
@brilovesdeanwinchester
@idksupernatural
@lyarr24
@emoryhemsworth
@dean-winchesters-gardian-angel
@flamencodiva
@itmejado
@supernatural3002
@teresa-67
@thoughts-and-funnies
@hearteyes-j2
@peaches007
@bobbie3939
@lunarmoon8361
@vulgar-library
@writercole
@fairlyspnfanfic
@sexyvixen7
@spngi
@b3autyfuldisast3r
@donnaintx
@maliburenee
@the-family-business67
@agirlwithdemonblood
@captainsoldiergirl
Jensen and Dean’s Babes
@impalaslytherin
@perpetualabsurdity
@msmarvelouswinchester
@akshi8278
@love-jackles
@irmcpar
@pink-sparkly-witch
@siospins2
@herstarburststories
@mimaria420
@deanwinchesterswitch
@shawnie74
@charred-angelwings
@pascal-rascal424
@myloversgone
@fortheloveof-jackles
@eevvvaa
@bts-spnlvr12
@jxackles
@lassie-bird
@samsgirl93
@slytherinlyn314
@kaz11283
@mlovesstories
#kinktober 2022#spn fanficiton#spn fanfic#spn smut#dean winchester#dean winchester smut#dean winchester x reader#dean winchester x you#dean x you#dean x reader#x reader inserts#dean winchester x y/n#dean x y/n#jawritter
637 notes
·
View notes
Text
Never Too Late
Summary: Dean’s not too thrilled with the way his life is going and his thirteen year old daughter begins to take notice. After she confronts him he agrees to see a therapist but he’s not the only one that’ll get the help they need...
Pairing: Dad!Dean x reader
Word Count: 3,700ish
Warnings: language, angst, mental health talks, on the run reader
A/N: Enjoy!
_____
Dean’s POV
“Dean,” said Mary from across the table. He hummed and looked around, his dad and Emily already missing from the table. “You feeling okay, honey? You’ve been quieter than normal lately.”
“Yeah. Let me help with the dishes,” he said. He started to gather them up, the sound of the front door shutting nearby.
“Your father was taking her for an ice cream,” she said.
“She doesn’t need ice cream,” he said as he carried the plates into the kitchen.
“She’s thirteen and skinny as a rail. She ate all of her vegetables. She can have an ice cream cone, Dean,” she said, following him in.
“You seem to know how to be a perfect parent. Why don’t you raise her then if I’m doing such a shit job,” he said. Mary stared at him, Dean closing his eyes. “Sorry.”
“Your father and I have had enough of this. Emily is picking up on whatever it is going on with you,” she said.
“I hate my life, that’s what’s going on with me,” he said. “Emily is the one good thing in it and she’s growing up. She wants to spend more time with her friends or go to the mall. Five years, she’s in college and then I just work and save money for her and then that’s it. That’s the rest of my life.”
“You sound depressed, honey,” she said.
“I am not depressed. I’m just tired. I’ve been working a lot of overtime,” he said.
“Dean-”
“Drop it, mom. I’m fine.”
“Dad,” said Emily from the other end of the couch that night. I hummed and kept watching the cooking show, handing her the remote. “No. I…”
“What is it, baby?” he asked, giving her his full attention. She frowned and looked down at the empty space between them.
“You know my friend Pippa? She says her mom gets sad too sometimes. She takes medicine to help her,” she said.
“Emily, I am fine. Don’t-”
“No you’re not. You’re always sad or tired. You barely smile anymore and I think you need to take something to get help too,” she said.
“I am fine,” said Dean.
“Dad, don’t lie! You’re not fine.”
“I’m not taking life advice from a thirteen year old,” he said. She frowned and stood up, storming upstairs. Dean sighed and ran his hands over his face, taking a deep breath when all of a sudden Emily was back in front of him, shoving a book in his lap.
“It’s from the library and it’s by a doctor and it’s about this mental health stuff and you suck at it so read the stupid book,” she said before she took off, her bedroom door slamming this time.
“Em,” said Dean with a deep sigh. “Emi, why do you of all people have to see through my bullshit better than anyone?”
He turned off the TV and took the book up to bed, pausing at her door but figuring it was safer to let her calm down on her own.
He sat down on the edge of his mattress and flipped it open. It wasn’t particularly long, something a middle schooler could understand easy enough.
Half an hour later Dean had shoved the book on the floor and had his head resting on his tucked in knees.
“Dad?” he heard. He turned his head and tried to wipe his face off, Emily walking over.
“Yeah, Em,” he said, not looking at her. She grabbed his cheeks though and turned his face back, Dean not able to hide the emotions he normally kept so in check in front of her. Her eyes instantly welled up and he frowned. “No, Emi, it’s not your fault. Dad’s…”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it,” she said. He pulled her onto the bed and into a big hug, kissing the top of her head. “Daddy, I’m sorry.”
“Rip my heart right out sometimes, I swear,” said Dean, tucking her under his chin. “I’m sorry, baby. This is not your responsibility. This is not your problem at all or nothing you did. I’m sorry for scaring you. I’m so sorry.”
“Do you need medicine?” she asked.
“I need to talk to someone,” he said, closing his eyes. “I needed to talk to someone years ago. Tonight though I’m going to remember that you are a wonderful and amazing person who loves me.”
“You thought I didn’t love you?” she asked, lifting her head up.
“My head was lying to me, baby. I know you do,” he said.
“I’m sorry too, for being mean earlier,” she said.
“Well, you shouldn’t be mean but sometimes people need it, like I did,” he said.
“Can I sleep in here tonight?” she asked.
“I think you’re a little old for that,” he said. “But I’ll make an exception tonight. I don’t really want to be alone either.”
“Are you gonna be okay?” she asked.
“Yeah, I’ll be okay. I promise.”
Y/N POV
“Dean Winchester,” you said, a grumpy looking guy in a tan coat standing up. “Right this way.”
He sighed and followed you back to your office, Dean slipping past you and inside. You took a seat at your chair, Dean sitting down on the couch as far away as possible.
“I don’t bite,” you teased. “I’m Dr. Smith but some of my patients prefer to call me Y/N. Your choice.”
“Mhm,” he hummed.
“Alright,” you said, flipping open your notepad. “What brings you in today, Dean?”
“My thirteen year old daughter cornered me last night and said she thinks I have a problem with my mental health and I know she’s right and I don’t want to be here but I will be here for her,” he said.
“You need to be here for you, Dean. That’s step one,” you said.
“I’m here so my daughter doesn’t worry about me anymore so feed me some happy pills or whatever,” he said.
“Listen. I’ll be upfront about this. I don’t prescribe to my patients, only very rarely and I’m not going to feed you medication to numb you out so you can go about your day. We deal with our shit in this office. You want to do that, great. You don’t, there’s the door,” you said.
“What the fuck kind of shrink are you?” he asked.
“I’m your fucking shrink,” you said with a smile. He stared at you, glancing at the coffee table for a moment. “I’ll take the fact you haven’t stormed out yet a sign that you’d like to stay. Okay. Let’s get down to business then. Why does your daughter think you have an issue with your mental health?”
“Because I do. My entire life has revolved around taking care of someone else and she’s growing up and someday soon, no one will need me,” he said.
“Kids always need their fathers. Shit, mine just helped me paint my shed last weekend,” you said.
“I think this was a mistake,” he said as he got to his feet.
“Kids grow up, Dean. You just told me you think you have a problem. I help with those kinds of problems. Why not try this?” you asked.
“I’m not gonna be coming to therapy every week. I don’t have time for that,” he said.
“There are alternatives. I do home sessions in the evenings in certain cases. But let’s get back to you. Do you ever think of harming yourself?” you asked.
“No. Not me, not anybody,” he said. “I’m not nuts. I’m just tired.”
“Tired. Alright. How about I give you a short survey to fill out and we’ll go from there?”
“Well?” said Dean not long after you’d started to read over his survey answers.
“I think you’re tired,” you said with a smile. “Dean...I think maybe you have some self-worth and esteem issues, maybe a little more than the average person but I think it’s simpler than you think. You’re lonely and don’t make yourself a priority at all in your life. It’s brewing unhappiness which is spilling out everywhere else.”
“So I’m miserable because I’m miserable.”
“You need to start giving a fuck about yourself. If you do, I think you can start to feel better,” you said.
“What if I don’t want to?”
“Do it for your daughter.”
He was quiet and glanced down, letting out a deep breath before he nodded.
“Alright then. Now, let’s talk about the best way to do that.”
“Sorry,” said Dean as you pulled on your coat a few hours later. “I didn’t realize it’d gotten so late.”
“It’s what we call an emergency session and it’s totally cool,” you said. “But you can walk me to my car.”
“I was planning on it,” he said with a smile. You hummed and gathered your things, Dean following you out the hallway just as the front door opened and a police officer stepped inside.
“Officer the office is closed for the night but I can give the number for the emergency therapist for your department,” you said, already going over to the receptionist desk.
“No. I’m here on other business,” said the officer, nodding for Dean to leave. You glanced over at him and he raised his chin, looking back at the officer. “Sir, it’s a private matter.”
“I don’t entirely feel all the comfortable leaving her alone here with you,” said Dean.
“I’m a cop. Leave.”
“Dean, you should um, listen to the officer,” you said.
“Why? I’m not breaking any laws,” said Dean.
“I’d like to speak to my wife in private is why,” said the officer.
“Oh,” said Dean before he caught the look on your face. “Still going to have to pass on leaving.”
“What the fuck is this?” said Lance to you. You shut your eyes and you swore he growled. “Get this fuckface nutjob out of here.”
“He is a patient and you’re the fuckface. We’re divorced so get the fuck out of my office,” you said.
“She’s not a shrink,” said Lance to Dean. “She pretends. Her name is Y/N Y/L/N and she is a convicted criminal, a fugitive, and I would not get involved in this buddy.”
“You got any proof?” asked Dean. Lance narrowed his eyes and Dean took a step in front of you. “Didn’t think so. Unless you want to pull a gun on the brother of the assistant DA, I’d get the fuck out.”
“I’ll have a warrant in an hour,” he said before he left. You closed your eyes, Dean’s grunt causing you to flash them open.
“You really a convicted criminal?” he asked.
“I ran away from him because that was him being nice and him being mean is not a great thing and…” you trailed off, Dean nodding at you. “I shot him. Then I ran. We’re from the Dakotas. He doesn’t work here.”
“Yeah, I got that from the out of state badge on him. Let’s get you someplace safe, alright?” he said.
“I have a go bag in my trunk,” you said. “Sorry. I’m actually not a therapist. I took a few psych classes though. Although technically I had a PhD in English so-”
“Yeah, Y/N, let’s stop freaking out and you’re going to get in your car and follow me to my place, okay? I wasn’t lying. My little brother really is the assistant DA. He’ll help you out.”
“Let me get that,” said Dean, taking your backpack from you. You stared at him as you stepped into his foyer, Dean setting the bag down after you’d taken off your coat and shoes. “I’m gonna leave it right by the stairs, alright?”
You nodded and he locked up behind you, an angry stamping coming from around a corner.
“Dad! It’s like eight thirty! I’m starving!” said a teenage girl, her face falling when she saw you. “Oh. I’m sorry.”
“I was late and make yourself a TV dinner and eat it in your room,” he said as you followed him down the front hall into a kitchen. He opened a drawer and started to flip through some papers, the girl staring at you.
“Hi,” she said.
“Hi Emily,” you said.
“Who are you?”
“Y/N’s a friend,” said Dean, pulling a sheet out. “Emi, make your food and then go to your room. This is grown up stuff.”
“Don’t say that,” she muttered. He sighed and threw his head back.
“Um, how about I make something to eat quick for everyone? I’m sure we’re all hungry,” you said.
“Why?” mumbled Dean in your ear.
“I’m trying not to freak out and she’s hungry and just let me make dinner,” you said. He held up his hands and pulled out his phone, walking around to the other side of the table before he was calling a number. “What would you like Emily?”
“Dad was going to make sriracha chicken,” she said.
“How about macaroni and cheese?” you said with a smile. “That’s nice and simple.”
“Whatever,” she said, hopping up on the counter and pointing out where to get the pot and food from.
Twenty minutes later you had a few bowls of food on the table, Dean tapping his finger on the wood as he kept glancing at the door.
“How was therapy?” asked Emily.
“Eventful. Also, please don’t discuss that in front of other people,” he said.
“But she’s your therapist,” she said, poking at your lanyard with your ID badge, still hanging around your neck.
“It’s complicated,” said Dean.
“Is he okay?” she asked you. Dean rolled his eyes and shoveled some food in his mouth. “Please?”
“Hey,” said a tall man, coming in through the front door quickly. “I got over as fast as I could.”
“Thanks, Sam. Emily, finish your food in your room,” said Dean. She groaned but left, Sam giving you a smile before he sat down in her spot.
“I’m Sam, Dean’s brother. So I talked to the DA and we can get you in witness protection,” said Sam.
“It won’t work,” you said. “He has friends in there.”
“You did shoot him,” said Sam.
“He tried to kill me,” you said.
“Yeah, your family and friends have always been on your side about his abuse and all that. Our problem is that...you’ve both broken laws, you and him. The DA had an alternative option. He owes me a huge favor which is why we’re...bypassing legality in this,” said Sam.
“What does that mean?” you asked.
“It means a new identity. Legitimate birth certificate, tax returns, the whole nine yards. The only catch is it’s not going to be ready for a few days,” said Sam.
“I called you to help her, not make her run again,” said Dean. “Since when is shooting someone that’s trying to kill you against the law?”
“It’s not. I didn’t say her crimes were bad. It’s just how the other side would spin it. You wouldn’t get jail time. We just don’t want you near him. This isn’t ever getting to a court. We’ve seen this before Dean. He gets her, she keeps running or somehow we get lucky and he gets taken out of the equation,” said Sam.
“If I get a new ID, I can get farther than before. Keep a low-profile, don’t stay in one place too long, I get it. Please. I’ll take it,” you said. Sam nodded.
“I’ll keep you updated. I’ll get you a hotel room for the next few-”
“He’s a cop. He’s going to look at all the hotels and motels, Sammy,” said Dean. “Let her stay here.”
“You have a thirteen year old daughter. You gave this guy your name basically,” said Sam. “The knight in shining armor act is over. Y/N, come on.”
“Really, Dean, please it’s okay,” you said as you stood up. “You did more than enough. Um, I...I really do hope you feel better. Take care of yourself. Please.”
“I’ll try,” said Dean. “Take care of yourself too, Y/N.”
“I’ll do my best.”
Two Years Later
You rung the doorbell and heard some movement inside after a few seconds. You held your hood to keep it from flying off in the wind and rain. The door opened and the air immediately was cozy and smelled like cinnamon and something really good tasting.
“Hi,” said Emily. She was taller than you remembered and her hair was darker but you smiled and she cocked her head. “Y/N?”
“Hi Emily. Is your dad home?” you asked. She nodded and waved you inside. You took a step in on the mat only so she could shut the door and stop the water from spilling in.
“Dad! Your therapist you have a crush on is here!” she called, wandering back down the hall to the back of the house.
“I do not have a crush on Dr. Benson. He’s also very happily married,” said Dean. He was smiling as he came into view, freezing when he saw you by the door. “Y/N.”
“Hey,” you said. You gave a tiny wave and he stared at you. “I uh, wanted to stop by for a second if that was okay.”
“Yeah. Em. Go watch the rolls in the oven for me, please,” asked Dean. She hummed as she walked out of view, Dean coming into the foyer and looking you over. “You look good.”
“Thanks. I um, straight off the bat I wouldn’t have come here if it wasn’t safe. Lance is no longer in the picture.”
“How no longer in the picture?”
“I don’t need to pretend anymore. I’m back to being Y/N,” you said. “Not even a mark on my permanent record.”
“He’s dead, isn’t he.”
“Yes. Started seeing a young girl, barely out of highschool. It got messy. Her mother is a police officer. Things escalated and he got contact information for me, put it out that if I didn’t come forward, he’d do some bad stuff to the girl. I contacted the mother and things got really out of hand but I tried to help so they sweeped everything I did wrong too under the rug. I’m normal again.”
“I kept going to therapy,” said Dean. “I found a really good guy. Things are better around here too.”
“Emily looks like she’s growing up,” you said.
“Too fast. Would you want to stick around for a minute? If you don’t have plans,” he said.
“No, my plans are wide open. I don’t even have a job or house right now. I am very open book,” you said with a smile.
“Well we have cinnamon rolls about to come out of the oven and taco soup on the stove if you’d like to join us to watch some football,” he said.
“Taco soup?” you asked.
“It’s good. I promise,” he said. He took your coat off of you and hung it on the hook, letting you slip out of your boots before guiding you to the back of the house. Emily was on the counter eating a spoonful of icing, Dean rolling his eyes at her. “Y/N’s gonna hang out for a bit if that’s cool.”
“He so has a crush on you,” she said.
“Would you like to be grounded?”
“You’ve never grounded me,” she said. A fluffy dog came running into the kitchen, barking at her as Dean crossed his arms. “Come on, Rufus. Of course you wait until it’s pouring to have to go potty.”
She hopped off and went off with the dog, Dean smiling as you cocked your head.
“What?” he asked.
“You went full blown happy single dad,” you said. “I bet you didn’t want the dog and now he sleeps in your bed.”
“No, not true. He sleeps with Em half the time,” he laughed. He got out an extra bowl and shrugged. “For a fake therapist, you were a pretty good one. I’m not perfect but I haven’t been as low as I was that night since.”
“Me either,” you said.
“Why’d you really stop by?”
“I wanted to say thank you. If you ever need anything, it’s yours.”
“How about a date?” he said. “I felt something. You felt something. One date and we call it even?”
“Throw in a cinnamon roll and you have a deal,” you said. He smirked and you both heard a door open, a soaking wet dog running into the kitchen and shaking off.
“You’re lucky you’re cute,” said Dean. “Emily!”
“I know!” she said, trotting in with a big towel and picking up the dog in it. “Sorry.”
“It’s alright,” he said as she walked him back where they came from. “The daughter thing...that doesn’t freak you out?”
“Not at all,” you said. “Your rolls are burning.”
“Crap,” he said, spinning around and taking the pan out. He sighed and you laughed. “I got another batch in the fridge if you don’t mind waiting.”
“I don’t mind waiting at all, Dean.”
______
#spn#supernatural#dean x reader#dean winchester x reader#dean winchester fanfiction#spn fanficiton#dean winchester x you#supernatural fanficiton#dean one shot#dean au#dad!dean
256 notes
·
View notes
Text
looking for co-writers and just people to work with and bounce ideas around with in the circles of supernatural fanfiction lol.
just a small group? like 4-6 people? to start with, and we'll see how it goes.
I have a lot of ideas, i just don't know what to do with them. (a whole google doc that's like 3 pages lmao). I don't have much on ao3, but hoping to put more out there ^^
my discord is castiel_is_pimp and so is my ao3. if you're struggling with your works too, I'm happy to help (:
#spn#supernatural#destiel#dean winchester#sam winchester#castiel#discord#spn family#fanficiton#ao3#spn discord#jensen ackles#misha collins
32 notes
·
View notes
Text
SPNAUBINGO
Title: The Bodyguard
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52655695
*Square Filled: Bodyguard AU
Pairing: Castiel/Dean Winchester
Warnings: None
Summary:
SPNAUBingo Prompt - Bodyguard AU
Dean Winchester. Singer, actor, and all-round pain in Castiel Novak's ass.
When Castiel took the job of head of security for Dean Winchester six years earlier, he had no idea what he was getting himself into. From the moment Dean Winchester walked onto the set, it was clear that their personalities clashed like oil and water. Castiel's meticulous attention to detail clashed with Dean's devil-may-care attitude, creating a constant source of frustration for both of them.
Word Count: 3,353
*Written/Created for @spnaubingo
Tags:
Alternate Universe - Bodyguard, Famous Dean Winchester, Former Army Service Member Castiel (Supernatural), Bodyguard, Dean Winchester is a pain in Castiel's ass
#destiel#spn fanfic#destiel fanfic#deancas#spnfandom#dean winchester#castiel#bodyguard au#fanficiton#fanfiction#alternate universe#spnaubingo
20 notes
·
View notes
Text
Get Tagged in Future Posts!
Hi everyone! Our lil family has grown a lot recently, and so many of you have been consistently supporting my work. First, thank you so much! Your encouragement means more to me than you know.
Second, now that I'm writing more, if you'd like to be kept up to date on your favorite characters, please leave a comment below!
Simply list off your favorites, and I'll add you to the tag list.
Love you guys!
#spnfandom#supernatural#spn#spnfamily#supernatural fanficiton#pedro pascal#sam winchester x reader#dean winchester x reader#crowley x reader#crowley spn#pedro pascal x reader#supernatural smut#fanfiction#fic writing#twd#twd fanfiction#negan twd#sam winchester smut#dean winchester smut#pedro pascal fanfiction#pedro is daddy#i love pedro pascal
53 notes
·
View notes
Text
It’s hot. And Cas is back. He’s only been back for two days, and Dean can’t keep his eyes off of him.
Dean is leaning against a tree. They’re having a picnic as sort of a celebration for Cas. It’s sunny and bright. Someone brought water guns.
Cas has been around people the second he got back. It’s usually Jack, but he and Sam stayed up all night talking that first night. Dean hasn’t been able to say anything to Cas. He feels like he’s 4 again. His throat too tight and dry to form words. His feelings are too big for anything he can say.
Dean’s been cooking burgers. The sun beating down on his back, and he knows he has a sunburn on his neck. He’s trying not to drink as much lately but—
Dean finishes his beer and holds the bottle loosely in his hand. Then Cas is there. In front of him. The sun is shining directly on him. He’s always been bright like this, but maybe it’s even more now since Dean is in the shade.
Cas shifts. It’s a small movement. But Dean sees it. And he knows Cas. Cas can hardly meet his gaze.
He’s insecure.
“Hello, Dean.”
Dean still can’t fucking speak. He takes a small step to his right. He pleads with his eyes for Cas to come beside him. He does.
It’s still hot in the shade.
Their hands brush. Dean’s heart rate skyrockets. He swallows. He lifts a finger and curls it around one of Cas’. Cas’ breath hitches, but he doesn’t move.
They stand, hardly touching, and Dean—
He’s at peace.
#supernatural#spn#dean winchester#castiel#drabble#writing#destiel#deancas#destiel drabble#deancas drabble#spn drabble#supernatural drabble#fanfic#fanfiction#spn fanfic#spn fanfiction#supernatural fanficiton
32 notes
·
View notes
Text
This Crazy Life - Part 13
DISCLAIMER: I LOVE JARED AND GEN AND WOULD NEVER WANT THEM TO BREAK UP. THIS SERIES IS NOT MEANT TO TRY AND CAUSE HARM, NO WIFE HATE WILL BE TOLERATED.
DESCRIPTION: Your life changed the moment Jared Padalecki walked through the doors of your shit job, in your shit town. You helped him as much as you could, becoming extremely close. (Characters, Warnings, etc. will change per part.)
CHARACTERS: Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles, Reader, Convention Handlers, Fans
RELATIONSHIP: Jared Padalecki x Reader
WORD COUNT: 2159
WARNINGS: Fluff!
A/N: Hey, hey, hey. Here’s a new part. Also, tagged below is the first part of the series to get a refresher!
TAGLISTMASTERLIST / JARED PADALECKI MASTERLIST / PART ONE
Jared squeezed your hand as you both rounded the corner to the convention hall. “If you want to go back to the room, you can. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable down there if any questions come up about us.”
You shook your head and wiped the sweat away from your free hand onto your leggings, “It’s okay. I’ll have to deal with something like this eventually, I might as well just get it out of the way now.”
Jared pursed his lips and nodded as you guys met up with Jensen backstage. “Y/N, Jared,” Jensen nodded towards you both. “I assume you guys have seen the articles?”
You nodded, “I’ve already gotten texts about them.” You shrugged, “It is what it is. This was going to happen sooner or later.”
Jensen stared at you, studying you, trying to get a grasp of your true feelings about the situation. He smirked as he patted Jared’s back, “Well Jare, looks like you’ve bagged yourself one smart girl.”
Jared snickered, “Yeah, you could say that.”
The boys’ handlers came towards them, the shorter of the two that was in charge of Jared spoke, “Jared, Jensen,” she paused as she pulled at a rogue curl from her bright orange hair, “Are you guys ready? The panel starts in 2 minutes.”
Both boys nodded and said, “Yep,” in unison.
The taller girl’s eyes crinkled at the corners as she smiled, “Great!” She handed the boys their microphones, “Let’s head towards the curtain.”
You all began to walk together when Jared’s handler stopped both you and Jared, “Will she be staying back stage or will she sit out on the floor?”
Jared looked towards you, “I guess I thought she’d sit backstage and just watch back here, but do you want to? O-or do you want to sit out there with everyone else?”
You gnawed on your lip gently, “Uh.” Jared squeezed your hand reassuringly, “Maybe I’ll actually sit out there? Get the convention experience I’ve always wanted?” You looked towards the gentle giant, “Is that okay?”
He chuckled with a warm smile, “That’s definitely okay.” He turned towards his handler, “Can you guys just sneak her out once everyone is seated?”
She nodded, her bright orange curls bouncing dramatically, “Of course.”
“Thank you.” He sighed as he turned towards you, putting both hands on your shoulders, the bottom of the microphone was cool and hard compared to Jared’s warm and soft hands. “Are you sure you’re going to be okay?”
You couldn’t help but smile at his nervousness, “Yes. I will be fine. Are you sure you’re going to be okay?”
He playfully scoffed at your statement, “Of course.” He looked into your eyes one last time, making sure you were okay before he turned towards his handler again, “Okay, let’s go.”
You smiled and sheepishly waved as he stood at the curtain, trying to reassure him. He nodded towards you with a smirk before the girls gave the boys their cue. The red head jogged towards you, her ringlets bouncing with vigor, “Let’s get you out on the floor.”
You nodded and followed behind her, quickly rounding the hallway from backstage to the entrance of the auditorium. The room was lit up compared to their other panels so you sat in the row behind all the gold panel guests, everyone too focused on Jensen and Jared teasing each other on stage to notice you.
You rubbed your hands on your leggings as you focused on Jared. His smile was dazzling and you could swear that you could see his eyes sparkle as they landed on you in the audience. You could see nerves melt off him, knowing you were in the audience to support him, even though you would have been backstage for him as well, seeing you must have made a difference for him.
You chuckled quietly to yourself, hoping not to gain attention from the fans in front of you, as the boys talked about their week on set, the pranks they pulled, their journey here and their drop in on Misha. Then it was question time. Nerves bubbled in your belly and you could see Jared shift uncomfortably on stage just waiting for the one question we knew was going to be brought up since the articles this morning.
The first fan bounced towards the microphone, others following behind her quickly, her blonde pigtails and fake Castiel wings were as animated as she was as she waved at the boys, “Hello!”
Jensen and Jared smiled and nodded towards her while Jensen spoke up, “Hello, Castiel.” He threw a wink in her direction, making her bounce in place, “How are you today?”
She gripped the microphone with both hands, “Amazing because I’m here!” The boys chuckled softly as she continued, “Jared,” he glanced towards you quickly and then back towards the femme Castiel, “I’m sorry about your split with Gen.” She sighed, “Have you been doing okay with everything? You’ve been very open about your struggles in the past and your family,” She gestured out to the audience with a giggle, “just want to make sure that you’re doing okay.”
You could see Jared’s breath of relief through his smile, “I’ve actually been doing well. I’ve got a great support system that has helped me tremendously and I never hesitate to-to communicate when I need help or even talking to professionals to try and figure things out. If I didn’t have the people in my life that I do because of working on this show for this long and making the-these valuable friendships, I probably wouldn’t be doing as well as I am today.”
“I’m glad you’re doing well,” she nodded with a shy smile, “Thank you.”
Jared nodded as the next fan stepped up towards the microphone, “Hi guys!” The boys both raised their mics in unison, “Hello.” She smiled and cleared her throat, “When Supernatural ends, do you guys plan on jumping into other projects or taking some time off?”
Jensen and Jared looked towards each other, silently debating who would answer the question first. They nodded and Jared raised his microphone first, “Uh, well. I would probably take some time off. Spend some time with the kids and friends and family. As of right now, we’re still going to be doing the show as long as you guys want us to.” He chuckled as he looked towards Jensen, “We have an attachment to these characters and we don’t want to end their journey just yet.”
Jensen nodded, his lips slightly pursed, “Well said.” He shifted in his seat and licked his lips, “I think I would probably do the same as Jared,” he continued as he talked with his free hand, “spend some time with the family,” he shrugged slightly, “but if a really great project came up, I don’t know if I would say no to that either.” He chuckled, “Danneel would probably be pissed for a little bit if I took something else on but there are some people I would definitely like to work with again, like uh Eric Kripke. It was great working with him during those first five seasons. He has a wild imagination and is so talented in making his ideas come to life. I-it would be a pleasure to work with him again.”
She squeaked out a small, “Thank you,” before she handed the microphone to the next person in line and bounced back to her seat.
“Hello Jensen and Jared,” the third fan said as she flipped her long, straight, ebony hair over her leather covered shoulder. “Coming off of that last question, Jared.” You swore you could feel your stomach fall into your butt as you watch a smirk play on this fans lips, “I think I can speak for everyone in the room, we all saw the articles that were released this morning.” Jared swayed nervously on the stage, “Who is the mystery girl? Has she helped you with your split from Gen?”
Jared looked towards the ground and cleared his throat into the mic, “Well, I guess I’ll answer the second question first. In short, yes.” He wrapped both hands around his mic and squeezed, his knuckles turning white from the strain, the tell tale. “Believe it or not, I met her the night that Gen and I split. I was a mess. I hopped on a plane, just flew to a little hole in the wall,hoping no one would recognize me, and then drove for about an hour before I landed in the town she was in. She was working in a store I stopped in late that night, the only store that was still open in the whole town.” He chuckled, “She helped me out with grabbing some beer so I could drink in my hotel room but ended up giving me her number. I’m sure I looked like a wreck and she was worried. I distinctly remember her saying to me ‘All I want to do is help. I’m not a crazy fan, just a concerned,’” he raised his hands in the air and made air quotes as he continued,” ‘family member.” He cleared his throat once more and softly smiled, “She, uh, actually got me off the ledge I was on. I didn’t want to call Jensen,” he glanced towards his friend, sorrow etched into his features, “so I just took the chance. I had nothing left to lose.” Tears pricked your eyes as Jared shrugged on stage, “It ended up being one of the best decisions of my life.”
The air was thick with sadness as the audience ‘awed’ at Jared’s story. You wiped a stray tear from your cheek as Jared’s eyes honed in on you with a small smirk.
“Right now I won’t disclose anything about her unless she wants me too. I’m sure she’ll be up here one day with us but for now, I’ll let her decide.”
Jensen interjected with a stern tone and dad finger pointed out to the audience, “So, that means don’t do your little detective work you all always do.” He chuckled, “But seriously, give these guys a little space and respect. More information will come out when they’re ready.”
You could see the pout form on the fans lips, which made you slightly angry, but tried shaking it off as she said, “Thank you,” and walked to her seat.
Jared’s handler poked her head out of the curtain, “5 more minutes guys!”
They both nodded as they turned their attention towards the man at the microphone now, “Hello boys,” he gruffed out, mimicking Crowley. They chuckled as he continued, “What aren’t you guys going to miss about filming Supernatural?”
Jensen raised his mic quickly, “Huh, I don’t think we’ve ever gotten that question before. Have we?” He turned towards Jared with a quizzical look, Jared shook his head ‘no’ in response. Jensen turned his attention back towards the fan, “Well, honestly, the traveling.” He rubbed at his mouth with his free hand, “I hate leaving my family and filming in a whole different country.”
Jared nodded along with him, “Same here. The traveling, it-it,” he paused with a smile, “majorly sucks.” The audience giggled. “If we could film in the U.S., it might be a bit different. We could probably come home more often, but dealing with customs is a freaking nightmare. I definitely won’t miss that.”
The Crowley impersonator nodded with a, “Thank you,” before he joined his friends in the audience.
You watched the boys on stage give the fans their love and goodbyes as a hand snaked around your shoulder and made you jump. You turned to see Jared’s handler, red ringlets falling in her face as she whispered, “They’re almost done. Let’s go before everyone leaves.” You nodded and nearly ran to keep up with her as you left the auditorium.
You entered backstage just as Jared walked through the curtain. He handed his mic to the nearest person as he rushed towards you, wrapping his arms around you, “Are you okay?”
You wrapped your arms around his torso with a nod as you buried your head into his chest, breathing in his homey musk, “Yes.” You pulled back slightly to look up towards him, “She seemed like she wanted to stir the pot a little but you handled it well. Are you okay?”
He squeezed you slightly, “More than okay.” He turned around towards Jensen, “Do you want to go get some food since we have a little time before meet and greets?”
Jensen patted his belly in a very Dean way, causing you to giggle, “Never thought you’d ask.”
“Okay, Dean.” You giggled out as you all turned to walk out of the convention hall.
“Hey, hey.” He stood at your Jared-free side, “Dean and I are one at this point.” You all laughed together as you headed towards the hotel restaurant.
TAGLIST:
If you would like to be tagged in current and future stories, please let me know!
#Jared Padalecki#jared padalecki fanfiction#jared padalecki fluff#jared padalecki angst#jared padalecki smut#jared padalecki imagine#jared padalecki series#supernatural#spn#supernatural fanficiton#supernatural smut#supernatural fluff#supernatural angst#supernatural imagine#sam winchester#sam winchester fanfiction#sam winchester fluff#same winchester angst#jensen ackles#misha collins#team free will you idjits 67#tfwyi67 imagines
42 notes
·
View notes
Link
Chapters: 9/?
Fandom: Superntural
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Brief Dean/Lisa
Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Gabriel (Supernatural), Eileen Leahy, Benny Lafitte, Michael (Supernatural), Anna Milton, Bobby Singer, John Winchester, Donna Hanscum, Jody Mills, Gordon Walker
Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Destiel - Freeform, DeanCas - Freeform, the slowest of burns, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Lovers, Idiots, John Winchester's A+ Parenting, sammy - Freeform, Love, Angst, Happy Ending, angst with happy ending, Long, long fic, The longest, 10 years long, love over time, Growing, love through time, Marines, College, highschool, lawyer cas, Marine Dean, Closeted Dean, bi panic, Gay Castiel, Trauma, PTSD, War, Eighties, Desert Storm, desert war, Drugs, drug use - mild, Internalized Homophobia, Implied/Referenced Homophobia
Summary:
Star crossed lovers? Separated by fate, by chance or just by sheer stubborness, Castiel Novak and Dean Winchester's lives stray away from each other and reconnect too many times not to believe in the idea of soulmates. This story depicts the heartbreaking journey of growth and coming of age, of two boys and then men, whose lives are intrinsically connected by threads that are too strung out to hold on. Or are they?
Set during the eighties, this story follows 10 years of Dean and Cas's lives, from highschool, through college and the begginings of adulthood.
#spn#destiel#deancas#dean#cas#winchester#ff#fic rec#fanficiton#new chapter#fan fiction#spn fic#destiel fic#deancas fic
0 notes
Text
➜ The blogger/writer
Jax, 28, taken, Leo. He/him/they - Transmale and chaotically gay. I'm a vampire enthusiast, horror lover, wannabe novelist, artist by trade, and a procrastinator since birth. Most know me by my work "DownTurn"; a gay retelling/reimagined Twilight fanfic where a HoH character struggles with himself while falling in love with a vampire. Yes, Twilight fanficiton — you read that right. But, no, they don't sparkle - they can't walk in direct sunlight without combusting - and they have fangs instead of venom.
➜ The blog
This is mostly a supernatural-themed blog. As in vampires, werewolves, and witches oh my — not the show SPN. Although, I did enjoy that series despite things. Anon hate will not be tolerated and will be deleted on sight. I’m down for making new friends, as long as you’re not a minor, so please feel free to come to my ask box or send a message! In that same vein, since this blog may contains nsfw writings, MINORS DNI!
Emoji anons are very welcome. I'll attached a list here of emoji's already claimed.
➜ Links
The Masterlist
DownTurn playlist
my ao3
➜ Writing requests/ASKs
All writing requests are currently very selective, for my own sanity. I'm extremely slow with the stories I'm already writing. I have many fic ideas in this head of mine, and real life stuff to deal with, so I appreciate you all bearing with me — I'm only human, after all! However, with that said, I'd love to interact! Always feel free to send in asks or tell me what you think about my stories.
➜ Most recent work
The DownTurn Saga (currently at 18 chapters - 109,312 word count)
➜ Works in progress
Currently wrapping up DownTurn, the first part of the re-imagined Twilight series. Yes, I plan to do the entire saga even though it will take me years (probably).
I'm also dabbling with a potential BTVS fanfic (still in the drafting state). It will also be a retelling of the beloved tv series where the protagonist is transmale, instead of Buffy Summers.
0 notes
Text
Carry On
Chapter 26
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: 3k
Warnings: Shit’s a bit tense....
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!
My Mastlist Series Masterlist
Y/N’s POV:
Who knew silence could be so loud between two people? By the time Y/N pulled herself together to go upstairs with Dean, she was both mentally and physically exhausted. Not to mention, she was more than a little hurt. She could feel Dean’s eyes on her, probably waiting for her to tell him to go sleep in the office, as she gathered her things and robotically went to the bathroom to quickly shower, and then crawl her way back into bed, keeping as much distance between herself and Dean as possible because she just didn’t know how she felt yet, aside from the horrible sting of it all, about what happened between the pair of them, and she needed some time to sort it out for herself because this was very much new to her.
If someone was watching from afar as they slept, she wondered what they would have looked like, sleeping with their backs to one another, as close to their respective edge as possible. Would the giant wall she felt between their bodies actually be visible? Or was she just being dramatic, and it was all in her head? She was almost willing to bet it was fucking visible.
She surprisingly fell asleep fairly quickly, but her mind and body did not rest; she was exhausted from the events of the day, as well as the fight they’d had. But the entire time she slept, she had really odd dreams of the barn and Dean being stuck across the room, and refusing to talk to her. It was all strange, and didn’t make sense, and when she woke up, she felt as if she hadn’t rested at all.
Then it didn’t help that she found the bed empty, Dean’s side long cold in comparison to her own.
Was he still angry with her? Could he forgive her so that they could go back to the way that they were? Even though she really did nothing wrong, and honestly, he had already apologized, so wasn’t it her job to forgive him now? If so, was she really ready to do that yet? How could things get so complicated overnight? They had been doing so well together, now this? Maybe that’s what hurt the most.
When she made her way downstairs, dressed in her most comfortable clothing for the long road trip to Austin, Texas, she found Dean standing at the stove, plating herself as well as him so eggs and bacon, along with a side of toast. He gave her a tight smile, and as she sat heavily down at the table, he placed her food as well as her coffee down in front of her, kissing her on the temple lightly when he did so. But still, it didn’t feel right, it felt strained in some way.
Not a word was spoken as they ate, neither was there a word spoken as Dean checked the house one final time before sliding into Baby’s driver seat. Y/N had noticed that he had collected her favorite road trip blanket, as well as a small pillow and book and placed it on her side of the car. She always seemed to get cold during long car rides like this one when she wasn’t doing the majority of the driving, and normally, the little attention to detail would have made her heart swell up and fly around the room. Not today though. Today, she just felt hollow, numb.
Dean never pushed her to talk to him, or even to talk about the fight they’d had. Though, she did note that he was actively making an effort to attend to anything she could possibly want or need. Like he was trying to apologize now with his actions, since his words seemed to have not worked like he’d hoped.
She also noticed how exhausted and stressed he looked around his eyes. Most likely he didn’t sleep at all, and that worried her because they had such a long way to go today. But she couldn’t say anything to him, because all she could hear every time she looked at him was his voice screaming angrily at her in her mind. Maybe she felt like she failed him. Maybe she felt like a moron for not telling him she was on birth control. Maybe, just maybe, she was angry that he turned the whole thing on her like she was able to read his mind, and know that he wanted to have a baby with her.
Not a word was spoken between the pair of them the entire nine hour drive. Still, she could feel the invisible wall building higher and higher between them with each mile that passed under Baby’s wheels. It was painful, and awkward, but neither of them seemed to be able or willing to break it. In fact, after they stopped for lunch and the first time he’d heard her voice all day long was when she placed her order for her burger, Dean seemed to just shut down all together and stop trying to communicate with her.
After lunch, she’d somehow fallen asleep with her book in her hands. Possibly because she was still so exhausted from the day and night before. Dean let her sleep for the next four and a half hours of their trip, and when he carefully nudged her awake as they started to see Austin’s city limits, like she was a dangerous, rabid dog that might attack him if he moved to fast, he looked as if he’d been bawling for the rest of the trip. His eyes were slightly puffy and bloodshot, and his face was a little flushed, but before she could say a word to him about it, Dean turned off onto a residential street, and in what felt like no time at all, they were arriving at Sam’s home.
Dean swallowed thickly as he put Baby in park, and cleared his throat. She didn’t miss the way his hands trembled slightly as he pulled the keys out of the ignition either, even though he’d never admit to whatever it was that he was feeling.
None of that matter, because before either of them could even make an attempt to say anything, the front door of the little house swung open, and Sam emerged, his elongated body jogging comically along the sidewalk towards his brother’s car, much like a faithful puppy. His too long hair always did remind her of dog ears when he jogged like that, but she never said anything to anyone because Sam would get offended, and Dean wouldn’t ever let Sam live it down.
“You made it!” Sam voiced enthusiastically as he helped to open Dean’s door, and Dean stepped out to greet his baby brother. It had been a year since they’d seen one another, and other than when Dean was in Hell, or in Purgatory, that was the longest they’d ever gone with nothing tragically wrong.
“Yeah, we made it,” Dean answered, grunting as Sam finally released him from the bone crushing hug he had him in.
“How was the trip?” Sam questioned, giving Y/N a side hug as she stepped around the car to where the brothers were standing.
“Not too bad,” Dean lied smoothly. Honestly, the ride had apparently been hell, or at least the last leg of it anyway, judging by the redness and puffiness of his emerald eyes. “Been a while since I was on the road that long. I’m sure Baby was almost in shock when we left the city limits.”
Dean’s half hearted banter didn’t meet his eyes, and she was no idiot; she was sure Sam picked up on the fact that something was wrong no matter how much they tried to cover it up, and acted like everything was fine, things were anything but fine.
“Are you ready to meet your nephew?” Sam asked, clearing his throat awkwardly.
“Yea, let me just grab our bags,” Dean agreed with a deep sigh, and started to make his way around to the trunk of the car where their duffle bags were packed. He didn’t get very far before his right leg seemed to just give out on him, and he sank to the ground with a heavy huff of air.
For a split second, neither Y/N or Sam moved, it was almost like the pair were shocked to have actually seen him fall after all this time; he’d been doing so well that it was easy to forget that Dean was still struggling with his injuries, and probably always would. When the shock faded, both of them rushed over to where Dean was now sitting, waving them off.
“I’m fine!” Dean insisted, waiving the pair of them away, and meeting neither of their gaze as he gritted his teeth, and used Baby to pull himself to his feet. “I’m fine, I just lost my balance, that's all. Nothing’s wrong, no need to panic.”
“Are you sure you’re alright?” Sam pressed, but Dean just shook him off as he leaned against the black exterior of the Impala. “Cause that was over a nine hour drive, I’m sure your sore as fuck, and that did look like—”
“Sammy! I’m okay! I just lost my footing. Probably from sitting so long, but I promise, I’m fine!” Dean insisted, and Sam’s mouth shut before he could argue. One thing that hadn’t changed about Dean at all since his injury. He didn’t like people thinking he looked weak, so he’d downplay everything. Sam knew it would do him no good to argue the point.
“Okay,” Sam relented. “Let me at least help the two of you with your bags.” Sam jogged around to the back of the car, leaving Dean and Y/N face to face.
Dean was panting slightly as he shoved himself upright, but he refused to meet Y/N’s gaze.
“Dean—” Y/N tried to reach out a hand to help him steady himself, but he shrugged her off instead; his ears and neck were red with what seemed to be embarrassment as he watched Sam shoulder all of their bags like it was nothing.
“I’m fine,” he insisted through his teeth in a harsh whisper. “I just lost my balance. I’m not made of fucking glass. I just need to rest for a while, and I’ll be fine.”
With things still very tense between the pair of them, coupled with the fact that was the first the thing that they’d said verbally towards one another all day besides Dean attempts at a one sided conversation that morning, Y/N just backed off, and walked behind the towering men up the drive towards Sam’s home.
He’d never shoved her away before. Never. Never had he ever refused her help. It was a little startling for her. Sure, she was still very upset with him, and had by no means forgiven him yet. But that didn’t mean that she didn’t love him. That didn’t mean that she wasn’t concerned for his well being.
Dean’s POV:
“Are you sure you got enough to eat Dean?” Eileen questioned as Sam collected the dinner dishes. She was feeding his nephew, a concept he still hadn’t really wrapped his head around. Sure, he’d held the kid, and Sam said that it was indeed his son. Also, the kids looked just like Sam when he was a baby. It was almost eerie, but for some reason, this was something; a reality that he thought he’d never see, so therefore, he kept waiting for Gabriel to jump out of a corner like, “GOTCHA! You’ve been punked!”
“Oh more than enough,” he insisted, doing his best to smile at her, even though he wanted desperately to go and locked himself in the guest room and cry like the little bitch he felt like right now.
His back was screaming in pain. That tumble he took out there hurt a fucking lot more than he admitted and he was trying his best to play off. So much so, that he almost became over stimulated and couldn’t fucking fake it because he was fighting, and was drawing attention to himself. Thankfully, he was able to chalk it up to being restless from sitting so long on the way up here, and Sam brought it. He wasn’t sure Y/N did. Though currently he wasn’t sure she even cared. It was embarrassing as fuck that he just fell like that in front of everyone. Then to top it off, Y/N had yet to even really look at him since they came into the house, and that fucking hurt bad. Worse than any physical pain he was feeling at that moment.
He knew he’d fucked up. He knew that he was wrong. He admitted it; tried to apologize. He tried to baby her this morning; to physically show her that he was sorry. He even packed all of her favorite travel things into the car without her asking. He was horrible with words and getting across what he was feeling, so he’d been trying to do whatever he could come up with to SHOW her he was sorry. She wouldn’t give him an inch, and now he was terrified that he lost the only reason he had for not going and parking Baby in front of his house and blowing his fucking brains out, because as he sat and watched Y/N and Eileen talk to one another, probably about baby stuff. He wasn’t even really listening, and wasn’t too quick to pick up on the sign language the way Y/N had been, so therefore he was lost regardless of whether he was actually paying attention to the little things they were saying here and there or not.
“DEAN!” Sam said loudly next to him, and Dean jumped like he’d been shot at. “Sorry,” Sam continued as Dean flinched and tried to shove the now fiery hot pain shooting down his back from his sudden movement. “Are you alright dude? You’re not acting like yourself.”
“‘M fine Sammy,” Dean sighed, forcing himself to look away from Eileen and Y/N as they both wandered their way into the living room, just out of his eyesight. “Just really tired. The day has kinda caught up with me.”
Sam took a seat after looking over his shoulder towards the living room; making sure the girls were not listening before he turned back to him, the look of “bullshit” plastered all over his face, and Dean did all he could to stop from rolling his eyes at him.
“Dean, I know you better than you know yourself a lot of the time—”
“That’s debatable,” Dean cut in, but Sam was completely unfazed.
“And there’s something up between you and Y/N. You both have spent all evening since you got here taking turns staring at one another when the other person isn’t looking, but neither of you have said one damn thing to each other since you crawled out of the car. Spill it.”
Dean’s jaw clenched, and he closed his eyes as he tried to center himself against the physical discomfort he was feeling and the humiliation he felt at being so fucking obvious. He really, really did not want to talk about this with Sam of all people. It was really fucking personal, and they just weren’t there. Not yet.
“It’s nothing,” Dean attempted to blow it off. “Just typical, couple shit. We both are tired, and just need some sleep. We’re both fine though, I promise.”
Sam dead panned as he stared at his brother.
“You do know that girl in there is the best thing to ever happen to you right?” Sam questioned, the look of a father that was about to go into a fucking moral lecture or something.
“Yes Sam, I’m well fucking aware.”
“And you do know she loves your stubborn ass for whatever reason,” Sam continued, and Dean huffed, shaking his head. He was mentally plotting Sam’s murder at this point, and if his body wasn’t a fucking clusterfuck, he’d probably have punched him. Hell, he might still punch him.
“Yes, I know that,” Dean voiced, his blood pressure rising by the millisecond.
“I can tell you’re not going to open up to me about it—”
“That’s because it’s none of anyone’s business,” Dean cut in again, and this time Sam rolled his eyes. “Plus it’s kinda personal, and I’m not going to share personal shit with you or anyone else without talking to Y/N first.”
“Okay, I respect that,” Sam relented with an exhausted sigh. “But whatever it is you two got going on, you really need to work it out, because it’s taking a toll on you dude. You’re not covering it up very well. You look horrible right now.”
Before Dean could argue with him about it, Sam stood up from the table, and walked away to join the girls, where there was now the distinct sound of the opening credits of something on the television.
Dean didn’t think he could sit through a whole movie. He was in pain, he needed to take something for it before he ended up in the hospital or couldn’t sleep that night, and he wanted to take a shower and lay down. It’s not like Y/N and he could work out their problems with a room full of people and a baby. So he decided to give it up for the night and made his way to the air mattress that Sam had set up for the pair of them to use in the laundry room for the duration of their visit. It wasn’t a bed, but it was better than nothing.
Y/N’s POV:
It had been over two hours since Y/N had seen Dean sitting at the dinner table. She did hear the shower cut on at one point, and she assumed that he’d gone to lay down. While she was sitting there with Sam and Eileen and their baby, her eyes were watching the movie… mostly anyway… when they weren’t watching Eileen and Sam enjoy their baby, her mind was on Dean.
She hadn’t really been fair to him today. She knew that. He was trying. She wasn’t blind. Well, he was trying until he just stopped trying and talking all together. It also bothered the fuck out of her that when she woke up in the car it looked like he’d been crying. Which only made her feel worse.
She was angry with him. She was hurt. Maybe a little irrationally, because the rational part of her brain KNEW that there was a serious lack of communication on her part as well, and this whole situation wasn’t all Dean’s fault. But it was his reaction that hurt. The way he’d screamed at her. The way he’d accused her of basically lying to him. That’s what fucking hurt. That’s why she was angry. He made it out like it was her fault that he didn’t know she was on birth control, and therefore he couldn’t get her pregnant.
“I think I’m going to call it a night,” Y/N said after the movie came to an end. She had about all the love birds she could stomach. “I probably need to check on Dean too. It’s not like him to have gone to bed so early.”
“Yeah, I’m tired too, and while the little man’s asleep, we better try and get some sleep,” Sam agreed.
Eileen, who had been following the conversation, looked over at the clock, and then back at Sam.
“But… But it’s only 8:30,” Eileen interjected, to which Sam just gave her a look that screamed, ‘follow me.’
With a swift, “goodnight,” Sam pulled Eileen into their room, and left Y/N standing alone in the living-room to go and face Dean.
Problem was, she really didn’t know where to begin.
Forever:
@bubsonnobx
@britnwinchester
@samanddeaninatrenchcoat
@wittysunflower
@demongirl1996
@as-lost-as-sams-shoe
@jensenslady79
@spnwoman
@stoneyggirl2
@unabashed-lover-of-fictional-men
@stixnstripesworld
@fullwattpadmusictree
@nancymcl
@christycreature
@whiskey-infused-dreams
@supernatural79impala
@deandreamernp
@forgetthisbull
@miraclesoflove
@slamminmine
@deanwanddamons
@rvgrsbrns
@chevyharvelle
@i-love-superhero-movies
@lyss-dw79
@magssteenkamp
@lemondropirwin
@squirrelnotsam
@hobby27
@spnbaby-67
@mrsjenniferwinchester
@defenderrosetyler
@thecreatiivecorner
@vicmc624
@busy-bee-angel-misska
@justanotherwinchester
@brilovesdeanwinchester
@idksupernatural
@lyarr24���
@emoryhemsworth
@dean-winchesters-gardian-angel
@flamencodiva
@itmejado
@thoughts-and-funnies
@teresa-67
@hearteyes-j2
@peaches007
@bobbie3939
@vulgar-library
@writercole
@fairlyspnfanfic
@sexyvixen7
@spngi
@b3autyfuldisast3r-blog
@donnaintx
@maliburenee
@the-family-business67
@agirlwithdemonblood
@captainsoldiergirl
@twinkleinadiamondsky
Jensen and Dean’s Babes
@deans-baby-momma
@impalaslytherin
@perpetualabsurdity
@msmarvelouswinchester
@akshi8278
@love-jackles
@irmcpar
@pink-sparkly-witch
@deans-spinster-witchs-favorites
@herstarburststories
@mimaria420
@deanwinchesterswitch
@charred-angelwings
@pascal-rascal424
@myloversgone
@fortheloveof-jackles
@eevvvaa
@bts-spnlvr12
@jxackles
@lassie-bird
@samsgirl93
@shawnie74
@kaz11283
@mlovesstories
@ladysparks78
@sarahgracej
#carry on#dean winchester#dean winchester x reader#dean winchester x you#dean winchester x y/n#hurt!dean winchester#hurt!dean winchester x reader#hurt!dean winchester x y/n#hurt!dean#hurt!dean x reader#hurt!dean x you#hurt!dean x y/n#spn fanficiton#spn fanfic#spn series#jawritter
96 notes
·
View notes
Text
Daddy’s Girl*
Jensen x Reader
Warnings: NSFW, SMUT ((MUST BE 18 OR OLDER! Please.) Oral Sex Fem!Recieving, Male!Recieving, P in V, Rough sex, orgasm control, unprotected sex (wrap it up boys), over stimulation) Strong Language. Basically porn.
Summary: After a date turned sour, two fortunate souls meet and make each others night.
Word Count: 1.8k
Masterlist
~
The apartment was a mess, clothes thrown around. His pants on the floor, shirt on the back of the couch. Her dress made it to the hallway as the decretive jewels and shinnies glistened in the city lights that shined through the master bedroom.
The sounds of panting, the sound of skin on skin, the bed making some noise that gave away their nightly activity.
Her moans gave him a sense of pride, he was making her feel this. That only made the noises carry on louder and harder.
The only lights that were on in the apartment were the living room. The bedroom was dim from the city lights outside and the full moon that shined in the clear night sky.
What started as an innocent night out with friends, she was waiting for her date only to be stood up in the end.
Jensen was one of the patrons of the restaurant that was also stood up from his date. He kindly joined her after noticing her sitting by herself the entire thirty-minute wait for her date.
They hit it off in that first half hour. After having enough to drink Jensen offered to walk her home. She took him up on his offer.
After an incident with some drunk passerby from the nearby sport bars in the area, someone was a little too handsy. Things were escalating quickly, and the drunk began to put hands on her that were not in anyway friendly, so Jensen defended her, and he may have punched his face in.
It wasn’t her fault she found it extremely attractive.
“Fuck me Daddy.” She muttered as a harmless joke.
Needless to say, he heard her. He probably knew she meant it as a harmless joke. But something about how she said it and what she said made his cock harden.
Once at the apartment complex, she began flirting really hard.
“Thank you for protecting me, no one’s ever done that for me before.”
“Well, it was nothing.” He managed to get out.
“I want to thank you properly.” She says.
She couldn’t help but feel aroused. She meant it all as a harmless joke but in the back of her mind, she really did want a good fucking.
So, she decided to drop the hint, by placing a kiss on his jaw. Missing his cheek by mere inches.
She heard him sigh deeply.
“I can’t just…” he says. “I barely know you, but I feel like I do know you, like I’ve known you my whole life.”
“And I feel like I can trust you with my life. I feel the same way.” She says.
He can see it in her eyes. The want. The need, the desire for pleasure.
“Can I come in?” he asks.
“Yes sir.” She says, leading him in the apartment complex.
In the elevator on their way up to her floor, the gentle touches, caressing her cheek. He places a sweet kiss on her lips. The kiss being friendly quickly turned passionate which in turn, turned hungry and needy.
Their hands explored their body’s, his hands in her hair. Pulling her hair slightly getting a moan out of her.
The elevator dinged on the correct floor. They pulled out of the kiss, now rushing to her apartment, getting quick chances to kiss each other hungrily.
Entering the apartment, slamming the door behind them, Jensen pins her against the door, kissing her hard. Locking the door behind her. Unzipping her dress.
She slides her hands in his blazer, sliding it off of his broad, muscular shoulders. Throwing it on the back of a nearby chair. He worked his tie off of him feverishly, she helped unbutton his shirt.
They undressed each other as they made their way to the bedroom.
His lips never left hers as he backed her to the bed, forcing her to lay down as he towered over her. Peppering kisses from her lips down her jaw and to her neck. Sucking at her collar bone, earning a moan from her sweet lips. He continued down, caressing her bare breast, his lips latched around the nipple. Lapping his tongue around the hardening bud all while sucking hard enough she let out a strangled moan.
Her body was on fire, and he was adding to the flame. Riling her up to the point she was driving herself crazy.
She felt his lips trace down her abdomen, his hands gingerly hooked at the hem of her panties, gently pulling them down. She lifted her hips to help him get the last article of clothing off of her. He even worked his briefs off of him, his hard cock springing free.
He throws her legs over his shoulders and begins to dive in. A broad swipe of his tongue through her soaking folds caused her to hitch her breath in the back of her throat.
He worked her up high fast that her orgasm hit harder than she would have realized. Her legs trembled as her walls clamped around nothing, oozing, and squirting her release to his awaiting mouth. Him not wasting a single drop. Even making a mess in his scruff.
He worked her through the high, bringing her down back to reality. And his lips found hers again, she tasted her release on his lips and tongue.
She felt his hard cock between her folds, teasing her.
They pull away. Knowing full well they want it.
“We don’t have to, we can wait.” He says.
“I need it, I need you.” She moans.
“I don’t have any condoms on me.”
“I don’t either but I’m clean.”
“Same.” He says.
“Now fuck me daddy. Please.” She begs.
His smirk turns dark and lustful.
“Are you sure you’re ready for daddy’s thick cock baby girl?” he asks, his voice practically growled.
“I’m ready, fuck me daddy.” She whines.
“Fuck me daddy…what?”
“Please, fuck me daddy, please.” She pants.
His lips landed on hers with a hungry kiss as his hips thrust his hard cock through her soaking folds with no resistance.
Her jaw dropped as her eyes rolled back in pleasure.
He held that position, allowing her to adjust to his girth.
“You good sweetheart?”
“So good.” She moans.
“Get ready for a ride sweetheart, you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.” He growls. Beginning a harsh pace.
Her breasts bounce at his force, he grabbed them with a harsh squeeze, squeezing her nipples. Making her squirm under him.
Adjusting his position, he grabs her headboard, slamming into her hard.
Her eyes rolled back, showing the whites of her eyes to him. Her jaw dropping as her heart began to race. The coil in her abdomen about to snap.
“Hold it, don’t you dare come yet.” He growls.
“I... fucking…ah…I…” she pants as he thrusts harder.
He slowed his thrust to just hard and steady thrusts. Slamming into her hard.
“Not yet.” He growls. She let out a moan, close to a scream.
“I can’t…I…” she pants, coming close to screaming.
“Almost baby girl,” he says.
With a few more thrusts he takes a free hand and harshly rubs her clit, her back arched off of the bed as she came with a scream.
Her walls clamed hard around him, bringing him to his end as he filled her up with his release. The force of the pleasure alone almost caused him to collapse on top of her.
He slowed his thrusts to a gentle rhythm. He’s on his elbows, caging her face in with his as he brushed her hair from her sweaty brow. Clearing her face, showing her blissed out expression. He gave her a sweet and gentle kiss on her lips.
“You okay sweetheart?”
She mumbles something, he couldn’t understand it. It made him chuckle.
“Y/N, just nod then if you’re okay.”
She gave him a tired nod.
He chuckles.
He pulls out of her gently, her hips jerk at the sensation. Earning him a proud smirk.
He went to the bathroom, cleaned himself off, grabbed a fresh cloth and got it wet with warm water and cleaned her off.
She jerked at that sensation as well.
He placed a gentle hand on her bare thigh. “It’s okay sweetheart, just cleaning you up.”
She moans sleepily. He chuckles lightly again.
He puts the dirty rags in the hamper and climbs in bed with her, spooning her from behind wrapping his arms around her as she slept.
She woke up feeling warmer than usual. She felt strong arms holding her and felt scruff against the back of her neck.
She began to stir awake. Feeling the man in bed with her wake with her. She turns her head to see Jensen in bed with her.
Last night wasn’t a dream. She thought.
“Mornin’.” He says tiredly.
“Morning.” She says with a smile.
“You know, I said I was going to thank you.” She adds.
“Yeah, that didn’t work out too well, did it?” he chuckles.
“Well now I wouldn’t say that.” She says. Rolling out of his arms, she climbs over him, kissing him passionately, working the kiss down his jaw to his collar bone, down his chest.
She worked herself down to his soft hard cock that was slowly getting hard at the arousal he was waking up to.
He pulled the covers away so he could see her.
She looks up at him with big, lustful eyes as she wraps her hand around his cock, her tongue tracing up the shaft.
Jensen’s breath hitched.
And her lips wrapped around the reddening tip, her tongue lapping around the head as she slid her head down, working his hardening cock down her throat.
She kept that slow pace until his hips began to find a rhythm of their own.
She notices his hands were kept at his side; she took one of his hands putting his hand on her head. Telling him it’s okay to touch her.
He held her hair back, collecting it with both hands and holding it all with the one as she worked him up.
“Shit, fuck I can’t…”
She moans, the vibrations around his cock bringing him to his end.
She swallowed all he was giving her.
She eventually pulled off of him with a pop, licking her lips.
“Fuck, that was amazing.” He pants. “You are very much welcome.” He adds.
She giggles.
“God you’re adorable.” He chuckles. Sitting up, hugging her tight, kissing her hard.
When they pulled away for much needed breath, they stared intently into each other’s eyes. His hand caressing her soft cheek.
“May I continue to date you?” he asks.
“Why would I say no? that was the best night and morning ever.”
~
Be honest, who all needed an ice bath after this. ;D Hehe.
Jensen/Dean Girls:
@backseat-of-deans-67chevy, @salt-n-burn-em-all, @moonlight-on-her-skin, @akshi8278, @luci-in-trenchcoats, @supernatural-jackles, @becs-bunker, @lyarr24, @missmemoire09, @racetrackheart, @spnbaby-67
~
Copying and reposting someone else’s content is plagiarism and illegal. This work is property of supernaturallyobsessedchic. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. These works contain material protected under International and Federal Copyright Laws and Treaties. Any unauthorized reprint or use of this material is prohibited. No part of these works may be reproduced in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without express written permission from the author / publisher. An electronic reference link to the original posted work may be provided for purposes of promotion or assistance of publication by the readers discretion, if proper credits are given to the author in the re-post. 10/22/2021
#spn#spn rpf#supernatural#supernatural rpf#spn fan fic#spn fanfic#spnfanfic#spn fan fiction#spn fanficiton#spnfanfiction#supernatural fan fiction#supernatural fanfiction#supernaturalfanficiton#supernatural fan fic#supernatural fanfic#supernaturalfanfic#jensen ackles#jensen x reader#jensen smut#jensen x reader smut#jensen ackles x reader#jensen ackles x reader smut#jensen ackles fan ficiton#smutty spn fic#smutty spn rpf
257 notes
·
View notes
Text
I was thinking, what would have happened if Jack was actually born as a baby, leaving Dean and Sam dealing with him and bringing back Castiel almost immediately because he was too little and scared that his chosen father wasn't with him?
Just an idea for you all
32 notes
·
View notes
Text
The Shallows
Summary: A few months after moving to a quiet little lake town on the edge of the state park, the reader has a near death experience and is saved by a man close by. When the police don’t take her seriously, he does and the pair stumble onto something bigger than they imagined…
Pairing: Wildlife Agent!Dean x reader
Word Count: 8.4K
Warnings: language, implied smut (protected sex), mentioned past domestic violence (not graphic), near drowning
A/N: Inspired by the song “Shallow” by Lady Gaga & Bradley Cooper. Written for @atc74 ‘s Duets Reboot Challenge!
_______
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
A/N: This series is complete!
#dean winchester#spn#supernatural#dean x reader#dean winchester x reader#spn fanficiton#supernatural fanfiction#dean fanfiction#au#au!dean x reader#series#spn series#dean winchester series
405 notes
·
View notes
Text
Love Never Hurt So Bad
Dean Winchester x Reader
Word Count: 1.7K
Warnings: Language, soulless reader, angst
Author’s Note: Requests are CLOSED until 7/15! Let me know what you think of this series as well as if you would like to be added to any of my tag lists! Feedback is always welcome and very much encouraged!
SPN: @coffee-obsessed-writer // @roonyxx // @mrsjaxtellerfan // @princessofthefandomrealm // @witch-of-letters // @lauravic // @destielhoneybee // @keymology
Series: @coffee-obsessed-writer // @roonyxx // @mrsjaxtellerfan // @holylulusworld // @flamencodiva // @suvikamahes98blr // @paintrider13-blog // @squirrelnotsam // @eves-library // @coffeebooksandfandom // @teller258316 // @babykalika2001 // @deansgirl79 // @princessofthefandomrealm // @tftumblin // @sasbb23 // @darylsbxtch // @mirandaaustin93 // @divadinag // @adoptdontshoppets // @andthatsmyworld // @fandomoverdose666
Part 1| Part 2| Part 3| Part 4| Part 5| Part 6| Part 7| Part 8| Part 9*| Part 10*(final)
banner created by me
As soon as you were teleported back into the library of the bunker their eyes were glued to you. “How are you feeling, Y/N?” Sam asked you, the crease in his forehead deepening. Your eyes flickered from Sam and to Dean; his muscular arms crossed tightly over his broad chest, the red flannel shirt hugging his biceps closely.
“Fine, I guess.” You replied back to him and walked towards the kitchen, “Are you guys hungry, ‘cause I am, he didn’t feed me for 4 days.”
“Woah, there, Y/N. You might feel fine but you don’t exactly look like you’re fine.” Sam intervened, placing himself in front of you, his large body towering over yours; his eyes silently asking for his older brother’s help.
Dean nodded and stepped forward, “Cas, buddy I nee—”
“Hello, Dean.” He appeared suddenly.
“It’s Y/N, can you—” Dean motioned to you, Castiel’s gaze following his fingers.
He glided over to where you were standing, still blocked by Sam’s tall figure, “Y/N, have a seat.” Castiel said pulling a chair out for you to sit. “The extent of your injuries, this may hurt but I promise you it will get better.” His fingers touched your forehead and you winced in pain. Large glowing orbs of light spotted over your injuries, your breath settled and the lights faded. Castiel pulled away from you with a crease in his brow. “Sam. Dean. A word.” His voice rumbled. The brothers followed the fallen angel into the adjacent hallway.
You sat there for a few more seconds, “Screw this, I’m hungry.” You slapped your thighs and left the library to go into the kitchen to cook something up for your rumbling belly.
“What’s up Cas?” Dean crossed his arms, his face laced with concern; it was becoming a normal look for the Winchester’s as of late.
“Y/N.” He paused, “Her soul. I cannot detect it.” He confessed.
Dean’s eyes looked to his boots and he rested his hand on his forehead, the other on his hip, “We know.”
Castiel’s anger flared through his gritted teeth, “What to you mean you know, Dean.” His rough voice hung in the thick air.
“Crowley,” Sam’s voice calmed the tension that grew between the angel and the Winchester’s, “He had Y/N and now he’s using her soul as leverage.” He paused allowing the fallen angel time to comprehend the situation at hand, “He wants us to stop getting in the way of his business, Y/N more so than us.”
“We have to get Y/N her soul back, it’s—” Cas stopped, dropping his jaw, “Special.” The two brothers eyes became ignited with wonder. “Y/N, she has a soul that was touched by God himself,” Castiel elaborated to their confused faces.
“What does that mean exactly.” Dean’s crease in his forehead deepened.
“When something is touched by God, his power resinates within it.” Cas’ eyes grew deeper in color.
“We’re out of beer, any requests?” Your voice echoed off the tile lined walls, the men all turned to face your direction.
“Sammy can go get what we need, you can stay here with me and Cas to figure out what the hell we’re doing here to get your soul back, Y/N.” Dean stepped closer to you, nodding in the direction he just came, back to Sam and Castiel.
“Nah, I can go. It’s not that big of a deal.” You said matter-of-factly.
“You’re not going, Y/N. End of story” he argued.
“You’re not my Dad Dean, I’m going on a run to get beer. End of story.” You mocked his tone and brushed past him, walking towards the garage. His body twirled around to face you as you walked past him, he puffed out his hands and crinkled up his face and silently asked the duo for help.
“Y/N, I can go, it’s no problem, really.” Sam huffed.
“Y/N.” Castiel’s voice rumbled sending a shockwave through the atmosphere making you stop in your tracks. “We need to get—.”
“Let me go, Cas.” You said squeezing your hands into fists, your heart quacking in its pace. “Let me go, damn it!” Your voice growled hard in your throat.
“I will not allow you to leave the bunker until we have come to a conclusive plan to—”
“Get my soul back; got it.” You tone shifted to one of a moody teenager.
___
“What does he want, really,” Sam leaned back in the chair, “I mean seriously, Y/N, don’t take this the wrong way but you can’t be doing that much damage to his deals.”
“He’s right, doesn’t add up.” Dean pursed his perfect lips.
“Rowena.” Castiel’s voice spoke deeply in response.
“What does he want with Y/N’s soul then?” The tall Winchester asked curiously.
“He’s using my soul as leverage for you two,” you paused and pointed, “Or three can get Rowena to him.”
“How did you know th—”
“His demons that ripped my soul from my meat suit told me while I tore into theirs. After I found out I killed them and here we are.” You lounged, lacing your fingers behind your head, “With no beer…” you let out a frustrated sigh.
“Okay so, let’s start with finding—you knew this whole time and you didn’t tell us?!” Sam’s eyes started intently to you.
You nodded your head and rested your elbows on the mahogany table top, “Yeah, and?” You replied flatly.
“And?!” Dean shouted, “And?! Y/N, that could have helped us days ago!” He tossed a book off of the table in anger. “What the hell, Y/N!”
“My soul is, actually…” you muttered sarcastically.
“It’s your soul, Y/N. This is serious shit we’re trying to figure out; just try a little harder to help us out, Y/N!” The older Winchester’s voice was so intense that it would have rattled your normal self.
“It’s like you don’t even what to get your soul back!” Sam stood sharply from the chair causing it to rock back and fall over.
“Who said I want it back?” You replied instantly with no hesitation or emotion.
They both stopped suddenly and look at you quizzically, “What do you mean?” They spoke in unison.
“Maybe I don’t want it back.”
___
Dean sighed and leaned his head on your door and knocked lightly, “Y/N. I know you aren’t your normal self, not…whole. But we need to do this, you can’t not have a —“ he caught himself when you opened the door abruptly.
“So figure it out but I don’t need it.” You turned your head as you spoke, following him as he entered into your room and sat on the corner of your bed.
“You need it, Y/N.” Dean’s voice became more rough with the deep agitation within it. You walked over and sat next to him and started to talk but he shot up, “I love you, Y/N!” His eyes hot with passion, “Seeing you in Hell like that, barely alive and bleeding from all over—it broke me; and to think that he—Crowley did that to you!”
“Sure he gave you back to me and Cas was able to fix you up and put the pieces back but Crowely still has your soul, Y/N. He’s probably down there right now just fucking with it, you know. You’re perfect, beautiful, pure soul, h—he’s torturing it and twisting it like he did with me and,”he paused, his shoulders dropped.
He knelt down and grabbed your hands in his, his eyes welled with desperation, “I don’t want what happened to me to happen to you. I don’t ever want to see you like that, a demon. I always want to see you happy and smiling, busting mine and Sammy’s balls; saving our asses, the way you look when your reading a book, how your hair always smells like coconuts and when you focus really hard you get the cutest crease in your forehead.” His face had a slight glow on it as he expressed to you.
The smile fading as reality set in quickly, “Please,” he bowed his head into your lap and squeezed your hands, “please, Y/N. I love you so much, you need to get it back…for us.”
You looked back to him with a flat affect, “Is Sammy back with the beer yet or?” You eyes wandered to the door that was cracked open.
Dean slowly made his way to his feet and wiped at the corners of his eyes. He nodded, taking a few steps backward, “okay…” his voice cracked, leaking the heartbreak that ached in his chest, “I’ll go check. Just think about what I said; please, Y/N.”
___
“Any luck with her?” Sam asked bent over putting the cases of beer into the small space in the fridge.
“She’s not the same, Sammy.” He hopped up on the metal countertop, “Everything I said to her just now—it’s like it went right through her.” His eyes were red from the emotion he was taught to keep hidden deep down inside that seeped out through the cracks of his freshly broken heart.
___
“Good morning.” Sam gestured to you with a smile, “How’d you sleep?”
You sat down at the table and popped open a beer bottle and took a fluffy pancake from the stack, “You should know Sammy.” Dean and Sam exchanged a confused look with each other, “No soul, no sleep.” You clarified.
“Right…” Sam said softly.
You all sat there in silence for a while eating uncomfortably in the deafening silence. You sipped a small swig of beer and swallowed hard, “I think like it better this way. I can’t feel; I can’t hurt this way, guys.” You paused, “Maybe this will make me a better hunter? It could actually work—”
“Y/N, that’s crazy!” Sam started to rationalize but was cut off by his older brother.
Dean stood up swiftly, “No! How could you even say that?” He barked at you, “Y/N, I poured my whole entire heart out to you last night and you didn’t even say I love you back. I got nothing from you…couldn’t you tell that shit hurt me?! And the fact that you don’t even seem interested in the slightest about getting your soul back from Hell—being yourself again, Y/N—”
“Dean, I’m sorry…” you replied flatly, trying to fake an emotion that you are incapable of feeling; Dean’s face dropped and the tears pricked his emerald eyes.
“I need you to come back to me, Y/N.”
#spn#supernatural#Dean Winchester x reader#reader x dean winchester#Dean Winchester x you#you x dean winchester#dean winchester#supernatural fanfiction#spn fanficiton#Dean Winchester fanfiction#supernatural fanfic#spn fanfic#Dean Winchester fanfic#supernatural fan fiction#Dean Winchester fan fiction#supernatural fan fic#spn fan fic#Dean Winchester fan fic#dean#winchester#sam winchester#crowley#cas#castiel#supernatural fandom#spn fandom#supernatural family#spn family#spn fan fiction#love never hurt so bad
64 notes
·
View notes
Text
Dean Winchester Confessing his love
Dean expected to spend the rest of eternity being tortured down in hell.
What he didn’t expect was becoming a torturer instead-- or being rescued by angels
But that’s what happened.
When he got back he could hardly believe it, in fact, being the skeptic he is-- he didn't think his coming back could be because of anything good.
First thing he did was call Bobby--- knowing he could help (and hoping that you or Sam might be there) and also tell Dean where you and Sam were.
He ended up driving to Bobby’s and after convincing him that he was really back (as himself) they got down to finding you and Sam.
Apparently the two of you had gone your separate ways, hadn’t talked to each other since his death really and were both hunting at a dangerously reckless level.
Once all three of you were back together you'd think it was the perfect time for Dean time to admit the feelings he had for you, like he hadn’t done before.
Except there was the memories of his time in hell haunting him, the knowledge of what he’d done taunting him and telling him more then ever that he was unworthy of you-- let alone anyone.
Dean thought so little of himself already and saw his chances as pretty low even if things were ordinary (what passed for ordinary with hunters anyway) but now, with that-- his self esteem was lower then ever and he knew his chances right then were pretty much a zero.
So he kept his mouth shut and didn't say anything even though he was more in love with you then ever before and more afraid of loosing you --- for good this time, then he had been.
Then Castiel winged his way into the picture, bringing with him the revelation that angels and heaven existed, god was real, and the devil could come back
He told Dean that the apocalypse was immanent and about the sixty six seals and next thing he knew the three of you were so engrossed on stopping the potential end of the world there was no time for him to admit his feelings. He wouldn't even think about it-- even if there were signs everywhere.
When Zachariah sent him to the end!verse he saw the two of you (mostly) happy and together . . . it was like a stab in the heart when he came back to his present reality, where that wasn't the truth.
Then there was that damned cupid prattling on about how his mom and dad had been set up by heaven and how you had been set up with someone too. . .
That idea made Dean's blood boil.
it wasn't just the thought that you'd been set up and had all choice taken out of it, but the idea of you with anyone at all made him almost overwhelmingly sad and angry.
Then when the cupid kept talking and hinted that Dean had been set up to. . .that he could have been set up with you. . . well that was the last straw.
He punched the guy making him disappear and nearly ruining the hunt.
There had been signs before too. . . like with that one djinn who put him in a dream world-- one where you just so happened to be married to him.
Even with all the signs that you felt the same way, that the two of you were meant to be together neither of you said or did anything about it. . .
Dean didn’t want to tell you, sure it would go south one way or another so it would take a lot to make him actually admit it, not even Sammy's near constant 24/7 urging and teasing.
But the end of the world was major enough. . . or well, the aftermath of it.
Once Lucifer got free, after Sam threw himself into the cage to stop him, you and dean did what you promised Sam to do: live an apple pie life.
It just seemed easier to stay together.
You were closer then before and after all, no one else not even other hunters would understand everything you'd been through. . .all the crazy you’ d seen and dealt with.
It also seemed natural to lie, invent a cover story like you'd always done and pretend to be a boyfriend and girlfriend getting their first place together.
It was just for the real estate agent at first then for the neighbors and eventually . . . your friends (yes both of you had friends strange as that is to say for a hunter and as foreign as the word was to both of you)
Somehow, somewhere along the way it sort of just. . . stopped being an act for both of you.
It became natural for Dean to hug you, kiss you, have one of his arms or a hand comfortingly placed on you somewhere at all times.
The two of you were there for each other, holding the other together and helping them heal-- smooth down the broken jagged edges and bit by bit slowly put the pieces together.
The admission came out of nowhere one night.
It was about five months after Sam leap’s into the cage and your move into the house
the two of you were crawling into bed together (you’d starting lying next to each other when you found it helped both of you sleep better and fend off nightmares) And you’d just gotten settled
One of his arms was wrapped around you, holding you close to him and you were curled up into his side, your head on his chest using it like a pillow
That’s when he spoke
It was quick, only three words so softly whispered into the dark that you almost didn’t hear them. . . .almost, but not quiet
“I love you.”
You smiled into his chest “I know”
You could feel and hear the low rumble below you as he laughed-- something he hadn’t done in a while.
It was one of the most beautiful things you'd heard in a long time.
“Is that all you’ve got to say?” His tone was light, happy, teasing
“ I love you too, Dean.”
“I know.”
He asked you out over breakfast in the morning, and the next day you went on your first real official date.
. . ..five months later and there was a diamond ring on your finger.
The forevers: @a-sea-of-fandoms @casownsmyass @docharleythegeekqueen @imadeangirl-butimsamcurious @his-paradox @l4life @fangirl-who-dreams @thatbasicnerd4life @scarlettsoldier
#Dean#Dean Wincehster#Spn#supernatural#spn fic#spn fanfic#spn fanficiton#supernatural fic#supernatural fanfic#supernatural imagine#supernatural imagines#spn imagine#spn imagines#dean Winchester imagine#dean imagine#dean Winchester imagines#dean imagines#dean Winchester x you#you x dean Winchester#reader x dean Winchester#dean wincehster x reader#Y/N x dean Winchester#dean Winchester x Y/N#dean x you#you x dean#reader x dean#dean x reader#y/n x dean#dean x y/n#spn preferences
133 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
candiceswxst
there is no flash without iris west.
candiceswxst
there is no flash without iris west.
leonaevelyn
Just Leona
pettyweeb
Hyperfixation