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castielstwigandberries · 6 months

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if the supernatural movie doesnt include a reference to

nevada and georgia turning blue, stop the count, destiel making putin resign, sherlock season 5 rumors, destiel news meme, which political person had to be briefed on what destiel is now?, jensen looks like he was holding back homophobic slurs, weird cuts in the confession scene, which way was dean thrown now?, bury your gays speedrun, gay angels get send to superhell/eeby-deeby/cas plinko, recognizing the confession scene only by the first letters of each word, 'homosexual declaration of love', The Tapes™ (Release them now jensen!!!), meta analysis after 15x18, 'i gripped you tight and raised you from perdition' callback as dean saves cas from the empty, why lamp?, onion field, pizza man montage, parallels be paralleling, dean screaming cas name so loud in one take that people heard it blocks away, dean offering to kill sam if it means chuck brings cas back, the 4 year old son of lucifer becoming god, chuck won theory, 'we explore the nature of destiel in act two', excitement for a long finale which could only be about dean saving cas, right?, the insanity inducing quotes of the day for episodes, 'the night we met' and 'angel with a shotgun' songs of the day on set, filming in a barn, worst finale ever (even worse than game of thrones), weirly short with 11 scenes cut, two thirds montages, carry on wayward son playinf twice, back to back, one a weird cover version, vampmimes, no cas in the finale but instead some random vampire from season one no one remembers, dean finally gets nailed from behind, dean dies from tetanus, party city wig, good cars go to heaven, Car/Cas and Biden/Bi!Dean/Bye!Dean, 'cas helped', blurry wife, misha and jensen are not in the thank you video, everyone was supposed to be at the roadhouse originally but no one was informed of those plans, walker backdoor pilot, covid/capitalism destroyed everything, misha was in vancouver for filming the last episodes and was in less episodes than he was contracted for, misha denies ever having been in vancouver, misha says originally he was supposed to be in the finale as jimmy, misha says cas was supposed to be in the finale and 'sidle up to dean in the roadhouse', heterosexual destiel whose kisses would have created entire universes, destiel reciprocated in spanish, rogue translator, #TheySilencedYou, Jensen Ackles sexy silence, jensen ackles longcon, deanbenny breakup in season 8 script leak, Heller Obama, fake italian dub, misha collins x bill clinton sex scandal, misha addressing the "scandal" and tagging bill clinton and monica lewinski, 'still beautiful, still dean winchester', mishapocalypse 2.0 and 3.0, 'eyes like the sky' beer from jensens brewery rumored to be misha description, cockles anniversay photo, chaos machine jensen ackles' production company, 'rainbow road' beer close to deans birthday, blue green ('destiel') shotglasses from jensen brewery, ash and ellen's actors roleplaying roadhouse reopening in twitter, people think they are planning destiel wedding, disappointment when thats not the case, fans celebrate Destiel Wedding anyway on Valentine's Day 2021, fallout with both actors after one said a 'queer interpretation would damage the integrity of the show',

*takes a deep breath*

jared calling cas junkless and comparing his love for dean to the love he has for his children, misha collins cameo including 'still beautiful, still dean winchester', saileen and midam wedding, spn prequel announcement and subsequent j2 fallout, '@/robbiethompson et tu brute wow. what a trully awful thing you've done #bravo you coward', the prequel being about the least favourite characters of supernatural and a love story disproved by canon, 100000 destiel fics on ao3, misha tweets about that, rumors if mishas secret ao3 account, real italian dub going 'you're kinda okay' instead of i love you, misha tweeting a video of him saying 'te amo' in response to that', jensen saying if there'd been more time he (he meant dean but he used first person pronouns) would have hugged cas and said 'i love you too', first anniversary, misha collins coming out as bisexual on accident and then saying he 'happens to be straight' three days later in a five post apology thread, hot sauce from adam/micheal actor advertised by him playing midam, casbaiting in the winchesters trailer, jarlos shipping by winchester main actors, dean with beard and turtleneck, jensen saying he wanted misha in the winchesters but it didnt work out because of scheduling conflicts but hed be there in a season two shortly before the show was cancelled, death of the rogue translator and destiel getting dragged to the trending page every time there is news

*panting* then i dont want it.

yes this is all i could remember without looking it up

#supernatural #spn #destiel #nov 5th #my post

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impalaimagining · 1 year

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Somehow.... Dean and Rupaul

cc: @torn-and-frayed

Dean Winchester x Reader

530 words

Warnings: none

“Dean! Season finale!” You bounded through the corridors of the bunker, a six-pack in one hand and a brown bag loaded down with greasy burgers and fries in the other. Throwing open the door to Dean’s bedroom, you stopped in your tracks and frowned. “Dean?” You turned around and crept down the hall, goosebumps prickling the back of your neck.

You set down the food and beer and reached behind you, fingers grasping the handle of the gun tucked into the back of your jeans. Tiptoeing, you slowly drew back the hammer of your pistol, cocking it as you stalked around the corner towards a shadow cast across the cold, cement floor.

“Don’t move, you son of a bitch!” You whipped around the corner and jammed the barrel of your gun into the left shoulder blade of the person on the other side.

“Jesus, kid.” Dean flinched, reaching around with his right hand and grabbing your wrist, lowering your weapon. “Take it easy, would ya?”

“Dean!” You unloaded your gun and tucked it back into your waistband with a loud sigh. “Did you not hear me or something?”

“Huh? Oh, uh - no.” Dean cleared his throat. “I was…” You peeked around his arm to see a door you’d never noticed before, cracked slightly ajar.

“What is that?” You pointed accusingly.

“Nothing!” Dean scrambled, trying unsuccessfully to block you. You barged past him and flung the mystery door open wide.

“Dean Winchester!” You gasped. Before you, there was a giant flatscreen television glowing with bright colors, drag outfits, and RuPaul’s shiny, bald head. “You started watching without me!” Faking a sob, you ran back past him overdramatically.

“Hey, wait!” Dean called after you, catching you quickly and pulling you back against his chest in a hug that you almost convinced him was unwanted. “I wanted to surprise you.”

“By watching without me?” You faked another cry.

“No. Get back in there.” He turned you back towards his secret room, but you bolted and grabbed the booze and burgers you made a special trip to pick up. Dean frowned. “What’s that?”

Heat rose in your cheeks. “I wanted to surprise you too.” You pulled the beer out from where it was tucked into your elbow. A beer Dean never splurged on for himself, a local craft microbrew. He’d never even admited to liking it, except that one time when he had one or four too many of them at a street fair in town. “And these.” You extended your hand, brown bag somehow even greasier than when you got home. “Extra onions.”

“Come on.” He threw his arm over your shoulders and ushered you into what you’d come to lovingly refer to as the Dean Cave. You sat in an oversized recliner and shared beers, burgers, and laughs.

“We should go to a drag show.” You suggested, words only slightly slurring together. Dean raised his brows but shrugged. “Really? You’d go with me?”

“Don’t fuck it up.” The voice came from the television, but it could’ve been Dean’s internal monologue.

Don’t fuck it up.

“Yeah, sweetheart.” Dean took a long pull from his bottle. “I’d do damn near anything with you.”

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muffinbeliever · 2 years

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Not Without You

The reader and Dean bump into each other three months after they broke up.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 2282

Warnings: angst, elements of fluff, guilty Dean Winchester

Square Filled: Post Breakup AU @spnfluffbingo

A/N: hello ! i know this is for a fluff bingo and its pretty angsty but the fluff is still semi there kinda... please dont hate me that its not tooth rotting fluff but i promise other one shots for the bingo will be an overload of fluff ! its called a healthy balance lol

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The metallic scent of blood surrounded you as you absentmindedly blew a strand of hair from your face. Three beheaded vampire corpses were strewn around the room, their blood staining the floor and splattered on the wall. You sheathed your blade, wincing at the sharp pain in your right shoulder. At some point during the fight, you had been thrown against the wall and landed on your shoulder, which took the brunt of the fall. You were hopped up on adrenaline at the time and barely noticed the injury, but now there was a steady throbbing that you knew would be a pain in your ass— at least until you took some heavy painkillers stashed in the bottom of your duffle bag.

Walking out of the abandoned building, you sighed in relief at the sight of your car, wanting nothing more than to go back to the motel, take a steaming hot shower, and then sleep for two days. Putting on your seatbelt made you groan from the pain, and the less-than-smooth ride jostled your shoulder more than you had liked. Back at the motel, you carefully stripped out of your flannel and t-shirt before gently prodding the sensitive injury, relieved when you assessed nothing was out of place, and you were only going to end up sporting a large, impressive bruise. You quickly downed two pills, throwing them back with a gulp of whiskey, and then cranked the shower up until the mirror fogged over.

The water pelted your back, and you watched the blood and grime swirl down the drain. You gently massaged your shoulder, and scrubbed yourself down until the water ran clean. After getting dressed in some sweatpants and a long-sleeved shirt, you were ready to hop into bed and sleep it off, but it seemed your stomach had other plans. It’s loud, almost embarrassing growl filled the room, and you sighed at the realization that you would have to delay your nap a little longer— lest you ignore your stomach and get subpar sleep because of your hunger.

With a loud sigh, you made your way to the door, grabbing your keys, wallet, and phone as you went. You weren’t familiar with the small town— hell, you barely remembered the name— but you knew that there was a diner two right turns away from your motel and that was good enough for you. The short three minute drive felt like ten, since your stomach kept growling nonstop. You parked your car in the first spot you found and jogged to the door, smoothly sliding into a chair at the bar. To your right was a bakery case, and you almost drooled at the sight of a bright red cherry pie. A stout woman greeted you with a menu, but you declined, already knowing what you wanted.

“I’ll just have a burger please with extra onions and a side of fries, and a slice of that cherry pie please,” you recited, having been in this exact position numerous times.

“You got it,” the waitress said, scribbling away at her notebook before tearing out the paper and sliding it into the kitchen. She turned back to you.

“I’ll get you your pie right now. Anything to drink?” She asked.

“Just water is fine,” you said, and she nodded. There was a jingle behind you as a new customer entered the diner, but you paid them no mind, crossing your arms in front of you and resting your head in the makeshift pillow. You were just about to shut your eyes as the new customers passed.

“Come on, Sammy. Three vamps? We can take them easily.” You would know that voice anywhere. His familiar voice made your heart ache. When you had left the bunker three months ago, you had thought that would be the last time you heard his deep, gruff voice, but clearly you were wrong. You squeezed your eyes shut, turning your head away from where it sounded like they were seated. You almost jumped at the clatter of a plate being set down in front of you.

“One slice of cherry pie for the lady,” the waitress said with a smile. You thanked her quietly, and cringed internally, hoping the mention of pie didn’t pique their interest. Almost automatically, you heard a gasp and an exclamation: “Sammy they got pie!”, and your hopes were dashed.

Heavy footsteps approached you, and you desperately looked the other way— looked anywhere but them, to be exact. Before you knew it, the scent of gunpowder and leather surrounded you. In your peripheral vision, you saw the same waitress that helped you approach the man next to you.

“Hiya there, darlin. I’ll have a slice of that wonderful cherry pie, please,” he said, and you knew he bore his charming smile. With a promise of fetching his pie, the waitress walked away, and it was just you, him, and your pie that you knew he was eyeing.

“You gonna try any?” He asked, always ready to strike up conversation with a stranger. You took a moment to steel your emotions and with a deep breath, you turned towards him.

“Suddenly, I’m not very hungry anymore,” you replied. His forest green eyes widened in surprise before they were filled with another emotion you couldn’t quite place— guilt? Hurt? Pain?

“Y/N,” he whispered, and the sound of your name on his lips once more had your heart racing.

Right from the start, you and Dean clashed. He was fire— burning everything in his path with his heated words and sparked gaze. You were ice— cool, calm, and collected, never one to lose your temper. There was never an issue of chemistry. Yes, the two of you disagreed, more often than not, and it led to countless arguments, but it always led to steaming hot, angry sex. In the softer moments, like losing someone on a hunt or early mornings together in bed, all of your walls were down and he tenderly caressed your cheek while you laid securely in his arms, surrounded by warmth and comfort.

It was never verbally established that you were together— dating, exclusive, whatever— one day you just were. It was unspoken but showed through the endearing pet names and turned down advances of a flirty stranger. What you had was as easy as breathing. The pointless arguments acted more as foreplay than anything else. You were his and he was yours. It was as simple as that.

But several months in, things became more complicated as deeper feelings developed, and one day you had the startling realization that you needed Dean like oxygen, and if you lost him, you would suffocate. It was constantly on your mind every time he held your hand or played with your hair. Emotions had never been either of your strengths, and you were worried that voicing your feelings for the green-eyed hunter would scare him away. So you did what you did best: you shut him out.

It broke your heart to watch confusion cloud his eyes whenever you pulled away first, and you heard the pain laced in his tone when he asked you what was wrong. But every time you almost crumbled, you reminded yourself that this was for the better. Neither of you were in the position to get too attached, not with the very real possibility of death looming over your heads. You may have already been in too deep, but it wasn’t too late for Dean, and you wanted to spare him the pain. At least that’s what you kept telling yourself to override your ever-present guilt.

And then one day, Dean snapped.

“Sweetheart, please just tell me what’s wrong. I can’t fix whatever I did if I don’t even know what I did,” he pleaded.

“Nothing is wrong, everything is fine, Dean,” you lied, but he knew you too well.

“Everything is not fine, in fact, everything is far from fine, and they have been for a while now,” he insisted.

“I know you better than you think, sweetheart.” His eyes were filled with pain and your mind was consumed with guilt. The last thing you wanted to do was hurt him, and lately that was all you did. You sighed deeply.

“I love you, Dean,” you said softly, and you watched as he processed your statement quietly.

“Oh,” he whispered, after a moment of silence.

“Yeah,” you said, brokenly.

“I didn’t want to tell you, because we never really talk about our relationship, and you say you know me better than I think, but it’s a two way street, Dean. I know you too, and I know that an established, concrete relationship is the last thing you want because you don’t want to deal with the pain of losing me if something ever happened.” You saw the exact moment he closed himself off, his normally expressive eyes now void of emotion. He cleared his throat.

“So what does this mean? In terms of us?” You shrugged, blinking back tears that threatened to fall.

“I can pack up my stuff and go, maybe it’ll be easier that way,” you suggested, even though that was the last thing you wanted to do.

“What if I don’t want you to go?” His question made your breath hitch and your heart pound faster.

“Is that really what you want though?” Your voice cracking at the end. He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t have to, his hesitation to fight for you— for your relationship— speaking volumes. You wiped away a stray tear that had managed to escape, before curtly nodding, practically running from the library and down the hall into your room.

You sagged against the door, allowing yourself to quietly cry for a couple of minutes before bottling your emotions back up and packing your belongings. There was no sign of him when you left your room, and you took that as an indication that he was truly done and that he didn’t want to see you anymore.

A plate was placed in front of you, startling you for the second time that night, pulling you away from your thoughts and memories. She walked away, bringing your focus back to the man in front of you.

“Hey Dean,” you gave him a soft smile, unsure how to feel about the situation. On one hand, you were angry. Angry at yourself for walking away, and angry at him for letting you. But on the other, you were still in love with him, and seeing him again filled you with a sense of happiness that you hadn’t felt for a long time.

“If you guys are here for the vamps, you’re a little too late for that. I already took care of them,” you informed him. “You snooze, you lose, Winchester,” you teased, and a shadow of a smile quirked on his lips.

“A whole nest of vamps by yourself? You’ve become quite the badass, Y/N,” he said, and you rolled your eyes.

“Please, I’m not that stupid. There were only three, all recently turned,” you said with a shrug, downplaying the amount of effort— and pain— it really was. His stare was captivating and overwhelming, so you flickered your eyes away, focusing on the two plates of pie in front of you.

“I’m surprised you’re not devouring that right now. A fresh slice of cherry pie right in front of you, and you don’t even spare it a glance? Are you feeling okay?” You feigned worry, and pressed your hand against his forehead, pretending to check his temperature. When he didn’t react, you sighed, pulling your hand away. So that’s how this is going to go, I guess.

“Dean, look,” you started, not wanting to get into it right now. Not in the middle of the diner. Not until you had your well-deserved nap that had already been postponed once today.

“I—” You were cut off.

“I love you, too,” Dean confessed. Your eyes widened, his words the last thing you expected to hear.

“I know you think I don’t want a relationship, and usually I would agree but not when it comes to our relationship. Sweetheart, there’s nothing I want more than our relationship. And you were right, I was scared that becoming too attached would lead to a world of pain and heartbreak if I had lost you, but I was already too in love with you that when I did lose you, it hurt like a bitch, and it made me realize that I want to give us all of the time that we have, even if that means it’s going to hurt even more when that time comes. Because I love you, and losing you was the worst pain I’ve experienced— worse than Hell, worse than anytime I’ve lost Sam— and I can’t keep living with this pain, this guilt, for not fighting for you when I had the chance.” His eyes were glassy with unshed tears, and from the way your vision blurred, you knew yours were the same.

“I’m not leaving here,” he said with finality. “Not without you.”

His words astounded you, and you cupped his cheek with your hand, watching as his eyes closed and he leaned into your touch. You brushed away a tear.

“Okay,” you said softly, your mind made up. You stood from your seat, and his eyes opened, albeit warily.

“Grab your pie, Dean. Let’s go sit with Sam.” His arms wrapped around you, pulling you in between his legs and for a moment, he just held you, and for the first time in months, you could breathe.

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faunina · 1 year

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i was tagged by @villalunae to do this one! thank u babe <3

Three ships: Chengqing from cql specifically (the eternal fave, the brainrotter), burakhovsky from pathologic for the Enduring Tenderness in Narrative Foiling, and as a recent addition to the fleet, jacob/rook from far cry 5

First ship: oh jesus we are going BACK IN TIME for this one... against all expectations its not destiel. it is. derpy hooves x doctor whooves (yes thats the mlp version of doctor who) (dm me for details. except dont.)

Last song: Wage Wars Get Rich Die Handsome by the mountain goats (GO LISTEN TO THAT SONG RIGHT THE FUCK NOW ITS SUCH A BANGER)

Last movie: introduced my sister Knives Out recently, so hopefully we can watch Glass Onion soon :3

Currently reading: oohhh okay. lots of fanfic, generally. specifically im eagerly awaiting every new update of A Fragile Alliance by Little_vesuvius. i also recently started reading (/experiencing??) homestuck thanks to my friends. as far as books go i really wanna get started on my Anne Carson translation of An Oresteia soon

Currently consuming: a slow burn rewatch of both cql and spn with different friends each, also pretty much the Entire discography of the mountain goats

Currently craving: some fresh fucking AIR let me get off of this TRAAAAAIIIINNNN

im tagging @stay-xen @pikarasaaa @passinoutpieces @cantwaittosee-blog @andrea-csenge @slinkyinky @2percentsugar and whoever else wants to do this!

#i was right about the mountain goats btw. i always said that im keeping away from their music bc if i got into it #i could jsut SMELL that it would consume my brain. and well. now it is 👍#im having a good time with it tho most of the songs are not making me actively more deranged the way rhat like. Oh Ana by mother mother did #dm me about the mlp ship only if ur ready for me to reach DEEP into my teenage cringe box okay #tagging #a personal blogging experience

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freakinglegs · 2 years

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Cravings

A Castiel x Burger fic

Set in the span of SPN episode 5.14, My Bloody Valentine. It’s all a huge innuendo <3

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The motel room was empty. It had yet to be rented out, it most likely wouldn't be until tomorrow. It was already muggy out, itd rained that evening, so when he shifted into the space he was immediately hit with humidity. He reluctantly put down the bag, but kept his lustful eyes on her intently as he took off his trench coat and blazer. He hadn't even turned on the lights, though he didn't need them to see his target. Just behind that foil wrapper was a beautiful stack of bun and meat, sandwiching lettuce, tomato, pickle and onion. He grabbed at the knot of his tie and loosened it, hoping it would help keep the wind in his lungs as he took strides back to the small table and grabbed his bag again. He took it in his hands and fell back onto the stiff, musty motel bed. The bag felt heavy and warm against his chest, making a soft groan fall out amidst his breath.

He creeped his hand down into the bag, trying with all his might to keep things slow, to savor every moment, though he wanted to rip through it all and devour every last morsel. His fingers touched her wrapping, and his breath caught in his throat, the soft crinkling sounding loud in the empty room. He grabbed onto a small bit of the paper and used it to tug her out of the bag, his thighs anxiously jittering as the anticipation shot adrenaline straight through him. Just to see her, unwrapped and open, dressed in her finest, just for him.

He finally took her out of the paper bag, throwing it half haphazardly to the floor somewhere around him. He used his feet to push himself against the headboard, finally reaching over to the bedside lamp and clicking it on. The room lit up dimly, the walls were maroon, with white trim, and the dark reddish color helped set the tone. He used a hand to slide down into the fold of the wrapper, and when he felt her supple bun he had to hold in another groan. As gently as he could, he rubbed little circles into her soft crust, relishing in the slight friction his skin made against hers. After a moment he pulled his hand upwards, finally using his fingers to unwrap her, once again tossing the wrapper somewhere around the bed. After what feels like forever, he now has her completely engulfed in his rough palms.

He feels moisture coat his right hand, and he pulls it away to see her ketchup and mustard smeared messily across his palm. He grins, hastily bringing his hand to his mouth and lapping it up, before looking back at her. There she was, her gorgeous layers, the sensational combination of ingredients that just kept him coming back for more despite every part of him screaming this was wrong. Never had an angel experienced something so unholy, something so.. Human. He hated the way he felt, except for the moments like this, when she was in his hands. When he was in the throes of their passions. He inched her closer, her folds caressing his lips in an almost kiss, before he finally opened his mouth and encompassed her completely, biting down and taking in his first true taste of her. As he chewed, he relished in her flavor; the flame grilled patty, the delicate bun, the tangy mustard, the crunchy lettuce, the juicy tomato. He finally moaned out, unleashing a noise so primal it was bordering on a growl. Finally letting himself go, he slouches, starting to take large mouthfuls of her at a time. The feeling of his cheeks full of her, the coating of grease across his cheeks, the warmth traveling deep inside him as he guzzled every last piece of her.

He gasped between bites until he was licking his hands, desperately trying to get every last taste of her off of him. He forces himself off the bed and onto his hands and knees, grabbing the discarded wrapper and doing the same with the thin foil until he could do nothing but smell her, the scent of beef wafting around the room. It was like it was calling to him, like he needed another one. He felt it all through him, the feeling made his movements stutter as he finally got back on his feet. He looked back at his mess, he wouldn't need to clean it if he got another, just one more. It's decided, one more.

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aerin-doyle · 1 year

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Tag Organization

I do my best to tag flashing, eyestrain, and unreality but if you need something else tagged just ask!

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totalfandomfreak · 3 years

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Come Clown With Us!

It’s not long now until the Supernatural Finale airs and if you are seeking the company of fellow Clowns (who are all in the midst of mental breakdowns), then come and chat with us!

🤡 🎪 🤡

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 2 years

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Sweater Weather

Summary: The reader gets a call in the middle of the night from her best friend Dean and it doesn’t sound like his date went exactly as planned...

Pairing: AU!Dean x reader

Square: Midnight Call (SPN Dean Bingo) & Best Friends Since Childhood (Tell Me A Story Bingo)

Word Count: 1,100ish

Warnings: language

A/N: Written for @spndeanbingo and @supernatural-jackles Tell Me A Story Bingo! Inspired by Jensen’s cuddly gray sweater at Nashcon!

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A phone call in the middle of the night was never a good sign. You wearily picked up your phone, sitting up in bed and yawning as you answered.

“Dean,” you said, rubbing your eyes.

“Hey,” he said, voice a little breathy. “This is kinda embarrassing-”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I sort of need a ride. You uh, know how I had a date tonight?”

“What’s her name, Casey, yeah. Everything okay?” you asked, climbing out of bed, grabbing a pair of sweatpants from the floor.

“Um…well good news is the dinner I had tonight was amazing. Bad news, she kicked me out of her car on the side of the road,” he said. You froze, blinking a few times.

“She what?”

“We got in a little fight and she got pissed cause I didn’t act like a dick to a guy that wasn’t acting like a dick to her and yeah, I’m uh, sort of on the side of some dark as fuck backwoods road at the moment.”

“...Why?”

“She kinda drove out of town cause she was driving and we were arguing and she pulled off the highway somewhere. I do see some small town diner down the road. Very, very far down the road.”

“Text me the road and I’ll meet you at that diner,” you said, thunder cracking overhead. You peeled back your curtains and saw rain hitting the windows. “Please tell me you have a coat.”

“I have that nice gray sweater you bought me for my birthday,” he said. “Although it is kind of soaked.”

“I’m gonna kill this bitch when I see her,” you mumbled, yanking up your pants, going into your closet and finding a pair of his sweatpants and a hoodie you’d stolen from him in there. “I’ll bring you some warm clothes, okay?”

“Thanks. She’s not a bitch. We had a little-”

“I’ve known you since I was five. If some guy ditched me on the side of the road in the middle of the night, what do you think you’d be doing?”

“Kill him,” he said. “Yeah, well, we broke up anyways so you’ll never have to see her again.”

“Good call,” you said. “I’ll be there as soon as I can Dean. Just stay away from strangers and if you hear a chainsaw-”

“I don’t need that mental image right now, Y/N,” he said. “Be careful driving. Rain is coming down pretty hard.”

“Don’t worry about me,” you said, heading out to your front door. “I’ll be right there.”

You shook off the rain when you stepped inside the diner, Dean sat in the corner booth, shaking slightly, holding his hands over the radiator vent behind the seat.

“Dean,” you said walking over, his head turning your way, a big smile on his face.

“Aw. Your pajamas have a little fox on them. Wait. Are those the same ones from high school?”

“Yes, they are,” you said, holding out the fresh clothes to him. “Go get out of those wet clothes. There’s underwear in there too.”

“How-”

“I stopped at the dollar store quick on the way here. Figured you’d be soaked,” you said.

“Thank you,” he said, taking the items and quickly ducking into the bathroom. You sat down at the booth, the lone waitress at the counter walking over, a menu in her hand.

“He said he was waiting for a ride,” she said.

“Do you have any tomato soup? Or grilled cheese?” you asked.

“Yeah we can do that. For you?” she asked.

“Um, I’ll have a slice of that pumpkin pie. Oh and do you have onion rings? And coffee?” you asked.

“Be out in a few minutes,” she said, turning and leaving, Dean exiting the bathroom after a minute. He slid back into the booth, tucking into your side, your hands going to his.

“You’re freezing,” you said.

“I’m okay,” he breathed out. You reached into your purse and pulled out a small oval shaped thing, ripping it out of the baggie and shoving it into the pouch of his hoodie. “What’s that?”

“It’s a hand warmer cause someone always teases me about my cold little hands,” you said, reaching in and turning it on. He shut his eyes and smiled when it started to give off heat, Dean humming.

“Oh I love you, so much.”

“I know. I ordered you some hot food to warm up. Then we’ll head home okay?” you said. He hummed, kicking off his boots and sitting cross legged, toes tucked under his legs. “You really are far out. Like you must have been arguing for awhile.”

“I mean…yeah, we were. The me not causing drama for her when there was none started it and eventually we got to how I supposedly really like you and treat you like my girlfriend and her saying she’s not taking a backseat to you. I told her she could leave then cause you come with the package.”

“Right, right,” you said, rubbing his back. “So you’re saying she was out of line and I’m just your best friend? It’s that simple?”

“Well…” he trailed off. You smiled, leaning over and kissing his cheek. “How obvious have I been?”

“I had a sneaking suspicion in third and twelfth grade but I let it go. But you did just accidentally text me something I think was meant to go to Sam. Something like, I should have been dating Y/N the whole time?” you said. His cheeks flushed and you smiled. “You know, dating could be a good thing. A really good thing. If you want to really give it a-”

He tilted his head, meeting your lips, smiling through it before finally pulling back.

“Yeah, I like that,” he said softly.

“Good. I like that too.” Your food came out and you took Dean’s wet sweater and other clothes from him, giving him more room to eat. “You know when I bought that sweater I just kept thinking how cute you’d look in it.”

“Not my usual style but I like it.”

“Oh really? Why?”

“Because it’s my lucky sweater. I got you didn’t I?” he said. You laughed and nodded, Dean’s eyes going big when your pie came out. “Oh you even got me pie!”

“We’re sharing that Winchester.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say,” he said, smirking and bumping your shoulder. You bumped him back, Dean chuckling. “Thanks for having my back always, means a lot.”

“Always Dean. Always. Now eat up so we can get the hell out of this place.”

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holylulusworld · 3 years

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Wild mind

Title: Wild mind

Square Filled for @spnabobingo (Round 6): Jasmine/Garlic/Lemon & Onions

Ship: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader

Characters: Sam Winchester, John Winchester

Rating: Mature

Summary: New to John’s pack you try to impress his eldest son. He doesn’t seem to be interested…

Warnings: angst, language, shy reader, mentions of shifting, pack dynamics, true mates, soul mates, scenting, fluff, cuddling & snuggling, courting

Word Count: 2,1 k

A/N: This is the alternative version to: Run Free

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You don’t know why, but since you joined John Winchester’s pack three months ago, your omega is drawn toward his eldest son.

With a food container in your arms, you walk toward the cabin, steeling yourself to talk to him today.

“You can do this, Y/N. You’re an omega, a nice one and he’s lucky to get you,” you recall the mantra Ruby taught you a few weeks ago. “He’s only a man and loves food. Go and get him, little wolf.”

Now you sneak toward his home ready to court for the alpha you want. “Do it, Y/N.” you stand in front of his door, mind racing and body shaking in anticipation.

You can hear voices come from inside and you freeze when you hear the alpha of the pack scold his son.

“Dean, she is courting for you. One day, you must give her an answer, son,” John tuts, smirking when his son glances at the socks you knitted for him. “The girl knitted, cooked, and baked for you. She wants to become your omega, and she’s a good choice.”

“Sir, she brought me pie, food, and knitted a scarf to impress you, not me. I will not mate that girl,” Dean says and all your hope dies. You glance at the food container with teary eyes. “Y/N will not become my mate.”

“DEAN!” you don’t want to hear the rest of the conversation, so you turn around, release a shuddery breath and a pained whine before you step away from the door to walk back to your cabin.

“Oh, Y/N! Food for Dean again?” Sam gives you a warm smile whilst his eyes are glued to the meal you prepared for his brother. “I wish someone would cook food for me.”

“Y-you can have it,” you push the food container into Sam’s hands. “I don’t need it anymore. Maybe you’ll like it. If not, just throw it away.”

“Why don’t you give it to Dean this time?” the younger brother worriedly watches you slump into yourself. You sigh deeply, and he knows, his brother must’ve fucked up big time.

“He doesn’t want me, Sam. I was a fool to believe courting for Dean was the right thing to do. What was I thinking?” you run off without giving Sam a chance to say something to soothe you.

“Uh—looks good, Sammy,” Dean licks his lips when his brother opens the food container. “Damn me, did Ruby finally learn how to cook for you?”

“Y/N made this,” Sam mutters. “She gave it to me after the shit you pulled. How could you tell her you don’t want her?”

“Y/N only wants to court for me to impress the packs’ alpha. An omega like her would never be interested in me. Look at her, she’s smart and beautiful. Why would she want a notorious loner like me?” the elder brother complains whilst his eyes drift back toward your food. “Gimme that food! It’s mine.”

“You are too stubborn and blind to see what’s right in front of you, Dean. Y/N doesn’t want to impress me, son,” John raises his voice to make his leadership known. “Do not reject her out of stubbornness.”

“I’m not stubborn,” Dean sniff at your food, inhales its scent and yours deeply. “I should at least have a taste. Don’t you think, Sammy?”

“That food looks damn good. Shit, I wish your mother would make me steak, beans, and mashed potatoes. She only makes green rubbish or orders food,” the alpha steps closer to the food box, mouthwatering at the sight in front of him.

“Mine,” Dean snarls, ready to defend the food you made for him. He glares at his father, followed by a dirty look in Sam’s direction. “I dare you to even sniff at my food.”

“Son, you can have her food every day if you get your shit together and court for her,” John steals a bean before he turns to leave. “Don’t be a fool, Dean.”

“…and some pain killers,” you point toward a shelf. Nervously glancing around the pharmacy, you hope none of your pack is around. You are about to break a rule and don’t want anyone to tell the alpha about it.

“Y/N, good to see you this morning. I wanted to talk to you about the full moon,” John’s eyes darken when you try to hide the suppressants in your hands. “I never thought you would be the one breaking my rules. Y/N, taking suppressants will make you slower and shifting will become more difficult and painful.”

“I—I’ve got no choice, alpha,” you whimper when John steps closer to you to take the suppressants out of your hands. “I had hoped an alpha will help me through my next heat, but no one wants me and...”

“This is about what Dean said, isn’t it?” John questions, surveying your reaction. “My son, he’s a grumpy fool when it comes to omegas. Don’t give up, doll. He needs a bit more time but he loves your food. Now go back home and I will talk to my son again.”

“It’s fine,” you wave John off. “If he’s not interested, I will try to find another alpha. I just need a break from courting. Cooking all night for an alpha rejecting you is exhausting.”

“Finally,” you shriek, shopping bags dropping to the floor when you see someone sit in your old armchair. “I thought you’ll never come home from your shopping tour.”

“I had to buy—” you frown, realizing you do not owe the alpha invading your home only to sit in your armchair, legs crossed, fingers impatiently tapping his knee an explanation. “Wait, I do not owe you an explanation. What are you doing in here?”

“You didn’t bring me food for three days,” Dean grumbles. “I’m used to your food, you enchanted me with its taste. Now I can’t eat anything else. You made me addicted to your food and now I’m on cold turkey.”

“I heard what you said,” you crouch down to check on your shopping bags. “Why would I bring you food if you don’t want me to court for you? I can’t waste my time on you.”

“Omega, I’m hungry,” he slowly gets up from the armchair to help you pick up the shopping bags. “UH—you could make me another pie…please.”

“I bet the omega you will choose can cook for you all day. I got a job and don’t have time to stay up late to cook for you!” Dean picks the shopping bags up, smirking when you give him a dirty look. “Hey, can you just not put your scent on everything in here?”

“Sorry, it’s too late to get rid of my scent,” the alpha waltzes into your kitchen to place the shopping bags onto the small kitchen counter. “I rubbed it into your sofa, your cushions, and your blankets.”

“What?” you splutter. “Why would you do things like that, Dean? You don’t want me to court for you.”

“I like your food,” he hastily unpacks your groceries, humming silently. “Steak, chicken, sweets, an interesting combination.”

“The full moon is close and I need more food before I shift. I get hungry like, well, a wolf,” you unpack the second bag, eyes glued to Dean. He checks on every item in the bag, approving you bought more meat. “I can unpack my bags too.”

“No, no. You cooked for me, I’ll help unpack your groceries, sweetheart,” your heart skips a beat, and you stop in your tracks to look at the alpha. Dean just called you sweetheart and acts like it’s nothing special. “Later we will talk about the full moon and shifting together.”

“Together?” you bite the inside of your cheek, chewing on it. “I never shifted with an alpha before. Unmated omegas shift together to make sure no alpha takes advantage of our vulnerable state during shifting.”

“You’re not an unmated omega anymore,” he rounds the kitchen counter to have a look at your second shopping bag. “I’m officially courting for you. Now, what will we cook tonight? Your alpha is hungry.”

Dean stands next to you, eyes glued to your untouched mating gland. “I don’t understand. After all the things you said to your father…”

“Firstly, I don’t like people spying on me, and,” he stands behind you to cage your body between the kitchen counter and his chest, “you should’ve stayed for the rest of the conversation. I told my father that I don’t want you to court for me, as I believed you only want to impress him.”

“I did not want to impress the alpha,” you slam your fist onto the kitchen counter.

Dean doesn’t even flinch, but he smirks at your little outburst. He likes you are hiding your wild side behind a cute and shy façade.

“Hmm…if you did not want to get into my father’s good graces, you can cook and court for me again. I have missed your food, omega. Your poor alpha starved and you left him without food,” he’s pressing his chest to your back to look over your shoulder at the ingredients. “We can cook together too.”

“I—what?” you whimper. Having Dean so close, literally pressed to your body, is too much for you. “I don’t know.”

“Breathe, ‘mega,” the alpha whispers in your ear, hands running up and down your arms. “I will help you with dinner tonight.” His lips press against your mating gland, making you shiver. “Relax, sweetheart. I’m not going to hurt you.”

“Good, isn’t it?” Dean warily watches you take the first bite of the food he made for you. “I used the recipe you stuck to the fridge and added garlic and onions.”

“I taste lemon too, I like it very much,” you moan, savoring the taste. “Why did you come here, Dean? Is your father behind all this? Did he tell you about the suppressants and forced you to change your mind?”

“Suppressants?” the alpha drops his fork. “My omega will not take suppressants! I will not—no!” he growls low in his throat, eyes three shades darker now. “You’ve got an alpha taking care of your needs now. No more pills or crap.”

“I wanted to be prepared for my next heat. Without a mate, my heat is unbearable. I hate to be in pain,” you glance at Dean, lower lip trapped between your teeth.

He’s a tall and attractive alpha, his hands look strong enough to keep you safe and pin you to a bed, and his scent makes your body buzz.

“After dinner, we will talk about the full moon and shifting together,” Dean furrows his brows when you do not look at him. “Omega, I was talking to you.”

“Okay,” you whisper, not trusting your voice to be louder. The alpha seems to be angry about the mentioned suppressants and you don’t want to make him mad.

“Sweetheart, come here,” he puts the food aside to pat his thigh. “I think you need to calm down. Having your true mate around can be a bit overwhelming. Especially if he’s as hot as I am.”

“T-rue mate?” you slowly get up to walk toward Dean. “I felt odd close to you. There’s this warm feeling, and my heart races anytime I get a whiff of your scent.”

“You’re my omega,” he helps you sit on his lap. “Relax and scent me, Y/N. I know you need me to calm you. Just inhale my scent.”

Dean’s closeness calms you this time. His scent fills your senses, and you close your eyes to let his warmth surround you. “Smells good…like home.”

“You always smell like summer rain, jasmine, and fresh-cut grass,” he runs his hands over your back to touch any part of you he can reach. “One day, I almost pounced on you. I was close to my rut, but you just joined our pack, and I didn’t want to mate you in the middle of the street on the ground.”

“That would have been inappropriate and naughty...”

“Y/N, you don’t have to be nervous,” Dean leads you a bit further away from the rest of the pack. “We will shift together, and I’ll stay by your side.”

“You will be naked,” you giggle, hiding your face in his chest. “Me too.”

“I hope to get a glimpse of your cute ass,” he smirks, eyes roaming your body when you step away to kick your shoes off. “After this full moon, I’m going to mate you.”

“I know,” while Dean begins to strip his shirt off, you are too nervous to strip. “What if you don’t like my wolf? Maybe she’s not—” Dean presses his index finger to your lips, shaking his head.

“You’re mine, my sweet little wolf to devour. I will make you mine, omega. Now,” he leans closer to brush his lips over your ear, “run with me…”

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Sweet Slice

Title: Sweet Slice Summary: (Y/N) is new to Lebanon escaping the big city life when she gets a job at a local bakery. Things get complicated when her past returns and her boss gets in the middle. Pairing: Dean x Reader Rating: E - Everyone Warnings: Angst/Fluff Word Count: 2173 Squared Filled: Baker!Dean Bingo Card: @spnaubingo A/N: The sandwiches described are from the grocery store my mom works at. They can be found at http://www.straubs.com/category/sandwiches

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Staring out over the horizon, (Y/N) watched as the sun peeked over rising into the dark sky. Black and navy faded into beautiful pinks and reds as a sign of a new day. Breathing in the cool morning air, she threw up a few silent thank yous to whatever higher being was listening to her. Grateful for a new day, a new start and a new life for her. Carefully standing on the rooftop, she climbed back in through her single window and started mapping out her day.

(Y/N) had only lived in Lebanon, Kansas for three weeks. Finding a studio apartment above the only bakery in town that was owned by the handsome Dean Winchester. She gave him almost all her savings for the first month's rent and went in search of work. In a town of only two hundred-fifty people finding a job was harder than she expected. Until last week, when she approached Dean about the next month’s rent and offered her a job on the spot.

Now, as she pulled the hair out of her face and wrapped a red bandana over it (Y/N) headed downstairs for her first day at Sweet Slice. Approaching the kitchen entrance she could hear Led Zeppelin playing through the store speakers and pans clanging against one another.

“Morning boss.”

He looked over his shoulder a wide smile spreading across his face, “Good morning, let me get this pie in the oven and then I will give you your mission for the day.”

(Y/N) chuckled watching as he finished the pie he was working on. No one would ever believe from looking at Dean that he was a baker. His broad shoulders, muscular arms gave off the impression he was a tough guy. There were a few scars on his forearms she could see from the sleeves of his flannel being rolled up to his elbows. His large hands and thick fingers were the most deceiving as they gently and delicately handled creating the lattice pie crust on top.

“Ready?”

His husky voice brought her out of her daydream as she nodded following him to the other side of the kitchen. On the long table were various deli meats and cheeses along with a variety of breads then seemed to be freshly baked.

“I’ve always had this idea of not only offering specialty pies and baked goods but also to have a lunch hour with sandwiches on some of our breads. Today, I was you to just come up with some sandwiches for the menu and I’m going to taste test them for lunch.”

She smirked, “So basically you want me to make you a sammich?”

His laughter was infectious filling her body with a joy she hadn’t felt in a long time, “Yeah, I guess so. One of the perks for being the boss. If you need anything just holler at me.”

(Y/N) grabbed the pencil and paper on the table and started writing down some ideas she had. Sandwiches were something she knew all about being from New York. As a teenager she had worked at her local deli making sandwiches and giving the old mob men trouble as they flirted with her. The memory sent a chill down her spine. It was in that deli shop she had met Wyatt and her life changed forever.

Shaking her head, she went back to her list of sandwiches and began constructing them. A few of them, she had to have Dean bake up a few hoagie rolls because regular bread would not be right for them. By noon, she had assembled six different sandwiches for them to enjoy. She waited to garnish them until right before they sat down to eat. Dean had taken his flannel off wiping the sweat from his face from being near the oven.

His eyes widened as they glanced over the sandwiches plated in front of him, “These look awesome and I’m starving. Let’s dive in.”

The first sandwich was an Italian Sub that was on a fresh hoagie roll, spread with a mayo mustard blend and topped with salami, top round roast beef, baked and glazed ham, provel, dill pickle, onion, pepperoncinis and shredded lettuce. The noises coming from Dean as he devoured his half made her cheeks burn.

The next couple of sandwiches were simple ones with meat, cheese and simple lettuce, tomato, pickle toppings that could be offered cold or warm. The fifth sandwich was one her grandmother made for her every Sunday. Layers of baked and glazed ham, hard salami, mortadella, and provel topped with an olive Italian dressing blend on fresh baked focaccia bread.

“Now that sandwich sent my taste buds on an adventure. Whew!” He chuckled, finishing the last bite.

The final sandwich was her take on a grilled cheese sandwich. She had called it The Cure All making it whenever she had a particularly bad time of the month or a wicked hangover. On sourdough she placed two slices of cheddar, a layer of jalapenos, two slices of american, a layer of bacon, topped with caramelized onions.

Dean admired the sandwich for a moment before taking a large bite from it. His olive eyes rolled back as he closed them chewing slowly. She watched as he swallowed the bite and his full lips pursed together blowing out a gush of air.

“Wow, I think that may be the perfect sandwich and our signature sandwich to kick off a lunch special.”

Her cheeks were aching from smiling, “I guess I can add sandwich creator to my severely lacking resume.”

“If I have my way, you will never need a resume again and stay with me forever.”

As soon as the words were out of his mouth a few things happened all at once. Their eyes snapped up connecting immediately. Her heart leaped within her chest with a bright, burning hope she has not felt in a long time. While Dean’s cheeks flushed crimson.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean… not that I wouldn’t want to be with… um. Crap.” He put his head in his hands, “All I’m saying is you’re amazing and wonderful for what I have gotten to know of you these last few weeks. I think we would work great with one another.”

There was something deep within urging for her to reach out to him and after five years of being with someone who only pretended to care for her and use her she had kept herself guarded. Looking into Dean’s eyes, she could see the kind of man he was. The kind of man to sacrifice himself for the ones he loves. The kind of man to go out of his way to care for someone. The kind of man that would protect those closest to him fiercely and without regard to his own well being.

(Y/N) reached across the table placing her hand on top of his, “There is nowhere else I’d rather be than right here with you.”

It was in that moment that everything changed for them. They became partners in every way they could in their lives. Sharing the business together, his home together, building a life together over the next year. Until her past caught up to her in the little bakery in Lebanon.

It was a normal Tuesday as Dean and (Y/N) prepared for their normal lunch hour. Their business doubled from them adding a sandwich and slice combo. Some of their normal morning customers had picked up a pie or two for that evening so when the bell rang signaling another customer, (Y/N) thought nothing of it walking to the front counter.

“There you are my sweetness. I’ve been looking for you for a long time.”

She froze in her spot, the familiar raspy voice knocking the wind out of her. Looking up, standing in the middle of the empty bakery and locking the front door was the man of her nightmares. Standing nearly a foot taller than her, his jet black hair was slicked back and dark brown eyes narrowing in on her.

“H-How did you…” The words would not come out as fear struck her mind instinctively backing up towards the door leading into the kitchen.

His menacing smile spread wider, “You know I have my ways. You know when I want something I get it. No matter what.” He took two steps towards her as he spoke.

The same desperate fight or flight feeling kicked in pushing her feet towards the kitchen yelling, “DEAN!”

Before she made it two feet through the door a pair of thick, leather covered arms wrapped around her waist. She let out a piercing scream before Wyatt clamp his hand over her mouth. He walked them back through the door holding her tightly against his body where she could not kick or push herself away.

“You’ve always been weak and pathetic, but that’s how I like my women. You can’t fight me.” He snarled into her ear.

“But I can.”

She looked up wide eyed as Dean appeared in front of them stepping through the door. He was holding up a large iron skillet never once taking his eyes off of Wyatt.

“Put (Y/N) down now.” His jaw clenched as he spun the skillet in his hand.

Wyatt laughed pushing her into the front case. She cried out as shards of thick glass sliced and embedded themselves into her skin. She glanced up just in time to roll herself over the glass that had shattered as Wyatt’s large body flew back towards her. Crimson filled her vision as she looked down to the floor. Bile burned up her throat as the sickening cracking of breaking bones echoed throughout the room. Her vision darkened as the last thing she saw was the door crashing open.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Every inch of (Y/N)’s body throbbed. She could hardly lift her eyelids, her vision blurry from exhaustion and her glasses missing. Trying to speak, she coughed and a large hand engulfed hers. Instinctively, she flinched pulling it away. Squeezing her eyes shut terrified she would see Wyatt sitting beside her.

“(Y/N), you’re okay. You’re safe.”

Her eyes snapped open tears freely flowing down her face, “D-Dean…” she croaked.

“Shhh. Don’t try to speak until you’ve had some ice chips.” He stood grabbing a cup and feeding her some ice, “After Sam and I took care of Wyatt, we had to rush you to the hospital. You lost a lot of blood and one large piece of glass embedded itself into your back.”

Dean became quiet looking down at their hands clasped together, “W-What hap-pen?” she whispered, eating some more ice and the cold soothing her burning throat.

She was surprised to see his eyes shining with tears, “We almost lost you and…” he looked away from her wiping his eyes.

“And what, Dean?” Her stomach churned and knotted a thousand thoughts running through her mind.

“And it wrecked me. I didn’t want to imagine life without you and when I did it gutted me.”

(Y/N) reached up wiping the few wayward tears from his cheek, “I’m right here because of you. Thank you.”

Her hand slipped down to his chest gripping his shirt and pulling him towards her. Every move she made was agonizing but worth it as his lips pressed against hers.

“I will always be here for you.” He whispered as she nodded her forehead resting against his.

Lying back she asked, “What happened to Wyatt?”

A low growl escaped Dean’s lips, “He and his buddy are currently in a cell hopefully getting to know their new roommates intimately.”

She wanted to know everything, but exhaustion was consuming her. Her eyes closing as Dean sat beside her on the bed humming her favorite Zeppelin song and lulling her to sleep.

Over the next several months, between her physical recovery and mental anguish as she relive her life with Wyatt to detectives and lawyers. (Y/N) slowly started getting her life back to normal. Dean accompanied her to New York where Wyatt and his goons were all put on trial for what they had done to her. After the guilty verdict was read, (Y/N) felt a great weight lift from her shoulders finally feeling free to live her life in peace.

When they arrived back in Lebanon, they noticed the vacant building across from the bakery had been sold and a new sign was being lifted into the air to attach to the store front. As the tarp fell to the ground, they both stared up completely stunned at what they saw.

The sign had a cake with a halo above it that read Angel Cakes Bakery. A tall, dark hair man stood admiring the sign before glancing over to them. He gave a small wave walking back into the building while (Y/N) looked over to Dean.

His jaw set in a strong line before muttering, “Son of a bitch…”

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kyber-kisses · 4 years

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Beautiful Loser

Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: a tiny bit of angst. (It’s mostly fluff)

Summary: So- Dean may or may not be in love with his best friend. But is he really okay just staying friends?

words: 1,734

A/N: I wrote this for @jawritters 500 follower challenge, using Bob Segers Beautiful Loser as my prompt. It took me a few tries but i eventually pulled together this piece. Hope y'all enjoy!

Dean was happy. For the first time in weeks he was totally relaxed and happy. It had become almost like a tradition that every month or so you and him would take a case just the two of you. It was strictly a no Sam event, the younger Winchester honoring your tradition by staying back at the bunker. He knew how much Dean valued his friendship with you and was always glad to withdrawal from a few hunts every once and awhile.

And that was a whole other thing. Dean and Y/N. Best friends since childhood- at least it was like that until something shifted. . .

Dean didn’t know when it first began. Maybe it was when people began coming up to you and flirting when he was around, or maybe it was when you moved into the bunker. All he knew was that he had somehow, idiotically gone and fallen in love with his best friend. Maybe it was his sudden jealously that clued him in on his feelings, he didn’t know.

And maybe he should have seen it coming. You had been a part of his life for so long that maybe it was just bound to happen? And with all the similarities you had to him, it was almost like you were molded and created by God to be his friend. From your love of extra onions on your cheeseburgers to the way you hummed rock classics when you were deep in thought, you were just. . . everything Dean could have ever wished for. Your dumb jokes could rival his own, and though he would never admit it out loud; you were almost a better hunter than he was.

The whole situation had him thinking back to that conversation Sam had with him a few months back, about if he ever thought about settling down with someone who knew the life. He had tossed the idea aside like it was a candy wrapper- but not before an image of you had popped up in his head. It had only been for a millisecond, but it had happened. After that it was like he wouldn’t let himself forget it. In truth, who better to fall in love with than you?

But he knew he couldn’t have that. It wasn’t in the books for him, plus- he couldn’t have it all. He was a hunter, he took what he could get and was grateful. If that meant staying as your best friend then so be it.

“Dean? DEAN!” you snapped your fingers again, this time successfully pulling the hunter from his thoughts.

“What?”

“You were totally in the zone. I’ve been trying to talk to you for the past two minutes.”

“I was thinking. Sue me.”

The two of you sat perched on the hood of the impala, a quart of peanut butter and chocolate ice cream balanced between you. It was somewhat of a tradition that after a hunt the two of you took the longer route home, bought a carton of ice cream from the nearest gas station and parked Baby out in the middle of nowhere. You would take the worn leather seats of the impala over a sketchy motel mattress any day. Here it was quieter. Here you really just got to be with Dean.

“Thinking about what?” Folding your legs together you passed the container over to the hunter, watching as he picked at the ice cream with the flimsy plastic spoon.

“The time I pushed you into that motel pool.” He lied, opting to feed you a believable answer in hopes of you backing off and taking the bait.

“Hey, if I remember correctly I pulled you in with me before you could get away.” You grinned, tapping him with your spoon. “You looked like a drowned rat.”

“No better than you looked.” his comment earning him a swat on the head before his own smile tugged at his lips as he turned his gaze from the slowly melting ice cream to you. Both your smiles growing as you tried to suppress you laughter right along with Dean. What began as just a hiccup of a laugh quickly gave way to the full bellied laughter as the two of you thought back to the memory. Those were the times he really cherished, when the two of you could simply goof off in peace.

“But seriously-“ your laughter died down, eyes still crinkled as you looked over at him. “What were you thinking about?”

His own laughter slowly puttered out as his eyes went back towards anything other than you. Everything in him wanted to blurt it out. Tell you how he really felt- but he locked it down. No. He was okay with just being friends and beyond that he knew you only saw him as that. just friends. Nothing more, nothing less.

“I’ve been thinking about- what I want.” The words felt heavy on his tongue. He could give you the bare minimum of information, steer you off course.

“Oh? We about to go deep then?” You mused, taking the container of ice cream back and shoving your spoon into it. “Do I need to break out my bottle of very special bourbon?”

“I mean, I wouldn’t be against it.”

And before he could stop you, you were sliding off the hood of his precious Baby and ducking into the open passenger window. He expected for you to simply pop back up with your prized bottle of Wood-ford reserve Kentucky bourbon, but instead you also decided to crank up the radio, Bob Segers voice flowing freely from the open windows of the vehicle.

Rounding the hood once more, you held up the bottle, Deans hand reaching out for it only for you to snatch it back. “Ah, ah, ah. You wanna drink, you gotta pay up.”

The hunter let out a groan, head falling back. He should have known you would pull something like this. This was your way of getting his guard down and really opening him up. And it worked. Every. Single. Time.

“Y/N, no. I don’t wanna.” He whined, trying to ignore the massive grin on your face as you playfully danced towards him to the tune flowing out of the car. “Please don’t make me sing.”

But at this point you were past bargaining with, singing into the bottle like it was a microphone.

“Beautiful loser, where you gonna fall?

You realize you just can't have it all.”

It was almost ironic, you standing there singing the lyrics to a song that hit way too close to home. It was like the universe was out to get him- or maybe it was Chuck. And then you were suddenly yanking him forward to dance with you, slinging the arm with the bottle around his shoulder as you moved to the tune of the upbeat song, continuing to belt out the lyrics and earning a warm and amused smile from the Winchester.

“He's your oldest and your best friend

If you need him, he'll be there again

He's always willing to be second best

A perfect lodger, a perfect guest

Beautiful loser, read it on the wall

And realize, you just can't have it all

You can't have it all, you can't have it all

Oh, oh, can't have it all.”

He wasn’t a dancer. But here you were, whirling him around with you and he couldn’t bring himself to pull away. He loved being this close to you and you looked so incredibly happy. It was infectious to the point of which he found himself singing along with you. You were successfully pulling down his walls one by one and weaseling your way further into his heart. As the music faded into its instrumental portion, you slowed down, eyes still bright as you looked at him.

“Can I tell you something, Dean Winchester?” You swallowed, panting on the humid summer air, almost like you were drunk on it. “If you want something, reach out and grab it. Don’t let anything slow you down.”

It was like he buffered. His steps faltered and his eyebrows knitted together momentarily before he gave you another soft smile. “What if I can’t? What if it’s out of my reach?”

“You don’t know until you try. Maybe if you told me what it is you want I can help you reach out for it. You deserve everything good in this life.-“

but you never got the chance to finish before Dean had two calloused hands on your face and was pulling your lips to his. And just like that it was like every synapses in your brain shorted out. It took a second before you were kissing him back, wrapping your arms around him despite your shock. You did tell him to reach out and grab what he wanted.

You just never expected that to be you.

“I’m sorry-“ he quickly pulled away, suddenly realizing what he had just done, almost entirely oblivious to the fact that you had had your arms around him. “I shouldn’t have done th-“

“Hey, beautiful loser. Stop apologizing.” You quickly shut him up, because this time it was your turn to reach out a grab what you wanted. Pulling him back to your lips, you successfully made the hunter freeze. And just like the peanut butter ice cream still balanced on the hood, you could practically feel him melting into you. Between the upbeat piano music in the background and the fierceness of the kisses it felt like the two of you had stepped into the happy ending of a movie, your silhouettes dancing against the orange setting sun. When you pulled away, you were met with a gaze that made your bones feel like jello, the older Winchester looking at you as if you were some miracle sent from the heavens.

“You told me if I wanted something, I should reach out a grab it.”

“So I did. And I did exactly the same.”

“So you did.” And then he was snaking his arm around you, pulling you in, and pressing his lips against yours once more. He never would have believed you felt the same before this moment,and as he stood there, gazing at you and the almost golden trim the setting sun had given you he realized something else: That just maybe, he could have it all.

The End.

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May Be Home, Chapter 14 Word count this chapter: 1300 Catch up here: Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Chapter 4.Chapter 5. Chapter 6. Chapter 7. Chapter 8. Chapter 9. Chapter 10. Chapter 11. Chapter 12. Chapter 13.

Characters: au rockstar!Dean Winchester x OFC Sasha. Song: Sounds of Someday, Radio Company Music

Tags: 18+, sex, smut, lots and lots of m/f sex in different ways (fingering, oral, penetrative) in different places (bed, table, car, shower), no condoms ever, enthusiastic consent, Daddy kink, language, lots of alcohol, sexy eating, etc

Sasha woke up slowly. Her heart had an unfamiliar lightness. Warm, strong arms were wrapped around her. She remembered that she was with Dean. Her eyes slowly fluttered open to see him grinning down at her. She smiled and reached up one hand to stroke his stubbled jaw, as he lowered his lips for a kiss.

“Having some good dreams there, baby girl?” He drawled. Sasha felt herself blush, even though she wasn't sure what he meant. “Why do you ask?”

“Well, you kept moaning my name with your pretty mouth, you know.” Sasha suddenly remembered she had been dreaming about Dean.

“I had the weirdest dream. It was like this, but not. Rowena was calling my phone, telling me to come back, that I was the only girl who could satisfy Big Daddy Dean Winchester.” Dean laughed, then, that magical open-mouth laugh that shook his whole body. He looked down at Sasha.

“Well,” he said, “Why don’t you come here, baby girl, and show me exactly how you satisfy Daddy.”

She launched herself into his arms. “Oh, yeah,” she sighed into his ear. “Fuck me good, Daddy.” Dean rolled her back onto the bed, rising above her on strong arms. “You wake up wanting me? I’ll do my best.”

Sasha answered by shimmying under him. Dean thrust his hips a few times, sliding up between her thighs. She sighed and rolled her legs open. He didn’t need any more of an invitation.

He ran one hand over and down her body. "Such a pretty little thing. And you're mine, all mine."

Sasha hummed happily and pressed up against him. "All yours," she murmured.

Dean sank into her greedily, in and out. Sasha rocked underneath him, urging him deeper. She swiveled her hips from side to side as he slowly buried himself in her warm depths. She bit her lip to choke back a moan.

“God, baby,” he panted, dragging back out and then thrusting all the way in. “You’re so pretty, the way you look when you’re taking my cock.”

"Daddy,” she whined.

Dean pounded into Sasha. There was no one who filled her like this, who fucked her so well. She was wide open under him, giving as much as she was taking. He set a hard pace, relentlessly pushing Sasha with his body. His knees straddled hers like they had been meant to fit together, holding her down even as he pushed her up higher and higher.

She was eager for him, short, mewling cries falling from her lips.

“Damn, baby girl," he murmured. “I wish you could see how you look when you’re about to come, that pretty mouth of yours open and making all those filthy noises.”

Sasha shook her head but she was helpless under his steady attention. Finally, she felt herself let go, clamping around him as she came.

Dean sucked in a deep inhale and then let it back out in a series of short hard breaths. The rhythm of his hips slowed as he dragged out one more time before he released inside Sasha. He couldn’t form words, just a throaty moan. Afterward, they lay back on the bed. Dean’s hand nudged into Sasha’s and their fingers laced together.

“Hey, Sasha,” he spoke eventually, his tone low and easy. “I think it’s coffee time. There is a cafe just around the block from here that has the best cinnamon rolls." Sasha giggled. “Ok, yeah, keep talking dirty to me.”

Sasha had packed the red sweater dress from Jody’s boutique, and she layered it over tights. As she slipped on her favorite low boots, she caught Dean eyeing her appreciatively. She cocked one hip. “Like what you see?” Dean nodded and took her hand. “I do. But wait until you try these cinnamon rolls.” Sasha couldn’t help but laugh.

At the cafe, Dean over-ordered, as usual. He got the cinnamon rolls, a scrambled egg skillet with avocado and mushrooms, a hashbrown casserole with peppers and onions and ham, a stack of pancakes, and a side of candied maple bacon.

The cinnamon rolls were amazing, and so was everything else. Dean happily shared bite after bite with Sasha. She knew how important food was to him, and he was nothing if not generous.

Finally, Sasha asked a question that had been nagging her.

"Sam said you couldn't write any music. Don't you need to put out another album?"

Dean sighed and nuzzled into Sasha's shoulder.

"Oh, I could write, sweetheart, but I could only write love songs, mostly about my broken heart."

Sasha giggled, a low indulgent sound. "Dean Winchester: the Heartbreak Tour?" she asked lightly.

Dean scoffed. "No. Now that I have you back, I'm sure I'll have a whole new inspiration for songwriting."

When they had finished far too much coffee and lingered for far too long, he pulled her to her feet. “Come on, sweetheart,” he said, “I have someplace to show you.”

They walked for a couple of blocks and then turned a corner. The river ran before them, open and deep. Sunlight sparkled on the water.

"When I thought about you, Sasha, when I missed you so much," Dean gestured to the water. "I came here and watched the river run. It felt like the only place that I could breathe, the only place that I could write.”

He led her to a bench, sat down and pulled her in close. They were quickly wrapped in one another’s arms, kissing deeply.

But there was one more thing Sasha needed to know. “Dean,” she murmured. “Were you writing songs for me? Love songs?”

Dean answered her wordlessly at first, with the press of his full mouth on hers, his tongue warm and seeking, sucking on her bottom lip. He answered her pulling her into his strong embrace.

“Yeah, Sasha,” he finally spoke. “I wrote you love songs.” He sat back, cocking an eyebrow, waiting for her response.

“Dean,” she began, her heart in her throat. "There's always been something about you for me, about the way your songs make me feel."

He smiled and then placed a gentle finger on her lips. He enjoyed her praise but had so much more to say.

"Let me." Dean looked down, and then back at Sasha. His green eyes were bright, his face wide open.

"The moment I laid eyes on you, I could see there was something special about you. You just have this spark. So sure of yourself, and exactly what I needed, all at the same time. You didn't seem interested in 'Dean Winchester, the star.' You saw me, just me.”

Dean was looking at Sasha with so much longing, her heart hurt. She swallowed past the lump in her throat before she could speak.

"There’s always been something about you. From the first moment I heard you sing, your voice has called to me. All I ever wanted was to know you, to be near you. Nothing in the world means so much to me as you. I love you, Dean."

Sasha pressed her fingers to her mouth, but it was too late. Her words hung in the air.

Dean chuckled softly and shook his head.

"I love you, too, Sasha. I didn’t know it until I thought I had lost you, but I do. And I’ll never let you go again.”

He pulled Sasha to him, wrapping her in his arms as he kissed her. She sighed happily against his mouth. This was where she felt safe and whole. With Dean, her heart had come home.

Sasha nuzzled closer, slipping her hands inside Dean's jacket. “Dean,” she murmured. “I’m cold.”

He cupped her hands in his. “Oh, baby, you’re freezing! Come on, I know what will warm you up.”

... Chapter 15 - the end. Thanks to everyone who has stuck it out with these two adorable idiots. Especially my beta @thoughtslikeaminefield. ....

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