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winchest09 · 2 years

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Hi I’m a new Supernatural fan, fellow Dean girl… needing some recommendations on who to follow. I don’t care about the actor’s personal life or drama though so drama free blogs would be preferred

Hey Sweetpea!

Welcome to the crazy! Aha! How are you finding the fandom so far?

Ahhh fellow Dean girl, I salute thee! What got you hooked? The eyes? The freckles? The lips? The deep voice? Or you know...all of the above? Ahahaha!

Still, it's made me smile that you've found me, me of all the blogs and I'm gonna try my very very best to point you in all the lovely directions of this fandom. So...lets begin!

Also - I also totally do drama free. Ain't nobody got time for that.

*cracks fingers and neck*

@deanwanddamons - reads a lot of fanfictions so there will always be new stuff on there, writes a few herself too! Also, a total sweetheart and super friendly. Will always help you where she can. I met her through SPN and we talk daily even 2.5 years later!

@smol-and-grumpy- Her URL makes her out to be smol...and grumpy but I can assure you she is definitely not grumpy. Smol...i am, yet to determine ;) She is one of the kindest souls, always has the first super hot images of Jensen/Dean and has an eye watering long list of Dean fanfic.

@talesmaniac89 - The graphic queen. Wanting a new Dean/Jensen wallpaper, icon - anything? Tales is your gal. She also writes and is a super positive lovely person who I adore.

@katehuntington - she's the Dean to my Sam. She's on hiatus right now, having a mental health break but doesn't mean her blog is still not a golden nugget in this fandom. Her series Ride With Me is impeccable.

@waywardbaby - a literal Greek goddess. She's such a sweetheart, and is so kind. She will always have the thirstiest pics and she will always be in the mood for Dean...if you get my drift ahaha.

@thinkinghardhardlythinking - A fellow UK girl who I wish I could live next door too. She's one of the most wonderful souls, and I always feel so honored to have her in my life. Fair warning, her fics are awesome and they are lengthy. It'll keep you good for hours ;)

@cockslut-padalecki - Another UK gal and Lisa is so so so lovely and I love her an incredible amount. She has a filthy masterlist for both Sam and Dean but fair warning, her fics are dark.

@janicho88 - Jenny is an angel. Never a bad word leaves her lips and she is also a fellow Dean girl!

@xlynnbbyx - drama free, absolute sweetheart and I adore the bones of her. She reblogs lots of fics, pics and like I said she's just a lovely lovely person.

@pink-sparkly-witch - Another sweetheart you can follow!! Fellow UK peep and a Dean girl!

@downanddirtydean - Lydia is one of the most passionate and kindest souls I know. We've been close friends now for well over a year and i just adore her. Just a little note though, she does support destiel so will post stuff about that from time to time! Just in case that's not your bag

@soaringeag1e - Meg is just a gentle soul. There is not a bad bone in her body and she is also a hardcore Dean/Jensen girl. You'll find so many fics on her blog!

@huffle-pissed - She is more Sam, and her blog is a mixture of her latest obsessions but she is still an absolute sweetheart. A ray of sunshine.

@chocolateheart - speaking of ray of sunshines, this girl BRIGHTENS my day constantly. Her fics are amazing (i know, i beta them) and she's just a bunch of pure gold goodness wrapped in a bow.

@watermelonlipstick - She loves her Sammy, with a side of Dean. Her writing is dreamy, and her friendship and the way she is is even more so.

@deangirl93 - My sweet aussie. Again, adore her and she is so so kind and caring. Her masterlist is also full of lots of goodies so definitely one to follow.

Offtttt this list is long already. Okay, gonna cut it down as these are other blogs to follow too that I haven't seen any drama from!

@winchestergirl2 / @440mxs-wife / @princessmisery666 / @dean-winchesters-bacon / @deanwinchesterswitch / @roonyxx / @couldabeenamermaid / @jay-and-dean / @writercole

ahhhhhhhhhh my mind is mush so im sorry if ive forgotten anyone, but I know that these peeps tag will add their own known DRAMA FREE blogs to this post to help you connect babes!

Once again, welcome to the fandom!

Much love Xox

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sams-sass · 5 months

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A Blacksmiths hands

So....this was just something I conjured in my mind one day, and then my imagination ran a little wild. This is completely based on this AI pic that the lovely @winchest09 made for my hormones.

I hope you enjoy!!

Warnings: implied sex. Romance. SWOON

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Sam stood against the table, his hands gripping the sides for two reasons. One was to hold him up steady, and the other was to keep himself from going mad as he stared at you. His skin begged for yours. He clenched harder into the wood as you slowly raised your shaking hands to remove your coat. You looked down, breaking eye contact for a moment. A strand of your hair dipped into your eyes, and it took everything in him not to reach out and feel the strand move within the pads of his fingers. He waited in false patience for you to move. When your feet finally started to bring you his way, Sam thought he might lose all control. This was wrong. He knew that. You were a woman of status and wealth. Your family name held power and control over people. You came from a different life—a life of privilege and extravagance. A life of carefree savor. His life was one of pain and sorrow. Of poverty and filth. His skin wore the marks of his labor, his soul the marks of his existence. You were a lady, and he was a blacksmith. There was no world in which your paths should cross. And yet here you stood in his shop, surrounded by metal and heat. You stopped walking and tilted your face to his, looking at him, waiting for him.

The fire's amber glow surrounded you in a soft light that dimmed and hushed his logical mind, allowing instinct to rage through his body like the waves of a tempestuous sea. Using the small amount of self-control he had left, he released the table from his grasp. Raising his hands to your face, he gently removed the pins holding your hair in place. Your lips parted, and he could hear your breath quicken in your chest. Once he pulled the last pin, he moved his fingers over your cheekbones before letting them slip into your hair. You swallowed thickly and closed your eyes, leaning your body against his. Sam felt your touch move over his outer thighs. He took a long and ragged breath before tilting his head to press his forehead against yours.

“I do not believe you could imagine how badly I want this. How badly I have longed for you.” He breathed into the space between your bodies.

You let out a sound between a moan and a giggle, your breath tickling his lips.

“How many have you had before me?” You whispered.

There was a pause. A restless moment when the air grew thick and the silence raised in volume.

“None.” He finally answered.

“And after tonight?” Your hands ran up his chest, fiddling with the tie on his tunic.

Sam circled the tip of your nose with his before leaning back to look you in the eye. His hands still held your head, his thumbs running through your hairline.

“Only you. Until the end of my days.” He vowed.

Sam leaned his head down for a moment. You thought he would kiss you, your breath hitched in your throat, waiting for his lips. He surprised you by dropping to his knees in front of you. His large and strong arms wrapped around your waist as his mouth began to move over your clothed torso. You could feel the wet heat from his mouth through the thin fabric of your nightgown. Running your fingers through his silky chestnut locks, your head tilted back as a sensation bloomed in your core. Sam rose higher on his knees, bringing his face to your chest. You fisted the back of his hair and forced him to look up at you. The moisture on his pink and puffy lips glistened in the fire’s light. His eyes tilted up slowly. They were soft yet wild as if he was about to worship and devour you all at once.

“It is as though no matter how hard I try, I could never be close enough to you,” Sam whispered.

Lowering his mouth, his lips traced your collarbone.

“You have entranced me.” His kiss became hungrier against your chest, nipping and sucking at your flesh.

His finger dipped past the seam of your dress to tickle your breast. Your breathing became more erratic.

“I crave you. It is your name, I whisper into the heavens. It is your face that I picture in my lowest moments. And it is your body that I surrender to in the darkest hours of the night. I submit to you, my lady. My darling. My love.” His tongue licked a small stripe between your breasts before his teeth bit into the tie of your dress, pulling it down slow yet steady.

If his arms had not been wrapped so tightly around you, you believe you would have sunk right there into the dirt floor. You desperately clawed at his shirt, tearing it from his body to feel the scarred and rippling skin of his shoulders. Sam practically ripped your nightgown in half, his large hands covering the swell of your breast within them. Suddenly, he stood. Grabbing you with him, holding you close. Your bare chests touched, and the hair on his chest tickled you softly. Sam placed you on the table, holding you up with his forearm.

He pulled away slightly. You bit your lip to hold back your gasp of frustration. You watched his throat work as he held himself back. His breath was heavy and loud.

“Are you certain?” He asked.

“Sam…” You trailed off, reaching for him again.

“Y/N. If I give myself to this. If I let my lips finally grace yours, I will have crossed a point of no return. I will never stop loving you until the hands of time cease to exist. Do you understand me? If you allow me to taste the sweetness of your mouth, I will be yours for the rest of my days.”

You let yourself look him over. Tall and muscular. Beautiful and warm. His hungry eyes had softened once again. You looked at every scar that you could see. All the marks that told his story were written across the tapestry of a man who stood before you. He was letting you choose, giving you control over the situation, knowing that your title, house, and reputation would be at risk. Providing you the comfort of hearing that he would stop if asked. The right side of your mouth pulled up in a smirk.

“I have never been more certain of anything in my li-” You couldnt finish your sentence before his starved lips were on yours.

He kissed you how the sun kissed the earth each morning, warming it from its radiating touch. As the land waits to be illuminated by the rays that break through clouds and trees, your need grew with anticipation. And like the heated rise of daybreak, you felt yourself melting into him, awakening with every brush of his skin. Just as the birds sing for the light to dance across their feathers, you flew high into the beam of white-hot ablaze that grew from your core and stretched into your entire being.

Sam’s fingers lifted the hem of your dress, pulling away the fabric meant to keep you hidden and pure. The worn and strong hands of his tireless labor finally touch the most reserved parts of you. His callouses left goosebumps in their wake as he felt your inner thigh slowly reaching where you needed him most. He momentarily broke the kiss to remove your nightgown before reattaching his lips to yours. His long fingers dug into the skin of your hips, his thumb dangerously caressing the space just below your belly button. He fisted your thigh and yanked you forward until you were teetering on the edge of the table. His hips rutted into yours, and you finally felt him. Your eyes rolled back in your head, and you could hear the sharp inhale into his lungs. His hands dug back into your hair, forcefully pulling your head back as he lay kisses and soft bites on your neck and chest. He pushed you slightly so your back was against the table. Standing over you, he slowly lowered his body to yours, caging you against him with his powerful arms. His lips teased yours, hovering just above reach before he slid down. His pointed nose dragged a line down your entire torso, his tongue delicately tasting your skin, stopping at the line of your hips.

“I do not believe there is a greater pleasure for me than yours.” He whispered, his hot breath tickling the unexplored flesh between your legs.

Pushing yourself off the table, you braced your weight with one hand while the other hooked under his chin. You watched his eyes move up your body before his head tilted to look at you. Guiding him up with one finger under his jaw, his eyes leveled with yours again.

“Prove it.” Your voice was breathy.

The last sound you remember before Sam’s finger slipped through your folds was the carnal growl that rumbled his chest.

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deanwanddamons · 2 years

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Love To Hate You

Summary: Y/N and Soldier Boy hate each other, but can’t resist one another when they meet again after many years apart.

Word Count: 2.2K

Pairings: Soldier Boy x F Supe!Reader.

Warnings: Smut, oral sex (female receiving), P in V, loathing, swearing, SB being a dick, violence, drug use.

A/N: This is my first attempt at writing Soldier Boy. Please be kind. I would love to know your comments.

A/N 2: As always thank you to my beta @winchest09. You are my cheerleader, my bestie and my constant support. I love you. Also, thank you to @waywardbaby for pre reading and your support.

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His strength was phenomenal.

Y/N had no choice but to allow herself to be pushed backwards, until her shoulder blades hit the filthy wall behind her.

With one almighty yank, Soldier Boy ripped her thin T-shirt away from her body, the flimsy pieces being thrown to join the debris strewn on the ground, along with her bra which had also been torn, her breasts bouncing with the force of his actions.

His rough palms cupped her tits, his large hands easily covering them. He squeezed them, eliciting a moan from deep within her throat. A satisfied smirk pulled his mouth into a grin.

“I fucking hate you,” Y/N growled, loathing the fact that her nipples were hardening at his touch. On one hand, the man in front of her made feelings of pure abborance rise in her chest, on the other she had never wanted anyone as much as she wanted him.

Memories of them screwing against a tree on the battlefield after a particularly bloody fight flooded her mind, the images sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. When she had been approached by the Russians to help capture him, she had of course been reluctant, but the rest of the Payback team had out voted her, so she had gone along with it.

Thanks to her powers, it took thirty years for her to age only one year. During that time, she regretted being part of his downfall, and had never expected to see him again. When he had found her after all these years, demanding answers, she thought she was seeing a ghost.

“Nuh huh, babygirl,” he growled, “you don't hate me. You know what you hate? You hate the fact that you love the way I’m touching you right now.” He fisted his hand in her hair and roughly pulled her head closer to him. He could always read her body so fucking well, since the very beginning when she had been with him.

“You hate how wet you are between your legs, how soaked your panties are and how much you want me to fill up your pussy.”

She jerked her head to get out of his grip and he let her go, chuckling and looking at her under his long lashes.

“Me on the other hand? I hate you,” his voice was low and full of malice, “for betraying me. For siding so easily with everyone who pulled me down, who sold me out. And you need to pay for that. You are going to pay for that.”

His lips crashed into hers. His kiss was hard, his tongue snaking its way into her mouth. She tasted weed and whiskey. She knew she should be disgusted by this, but inexplicably felt wetness seep into her panties.

Bracing her palms against his solid chest, she tried to push him away, but it was no use. She knew she had more strength than she had displayed; being a superhero had its benefits. However, she held back as secretly she had wanted this to happen for months.

He didn’t even stumble. Instead, he pulled away and leaned back slightly, the moonlight streaming in through the cracked windows glinting off his green eyes that were boring into hers. Bringing his hand up to her cheek, he moved away a loose strand of hair with his fingers. She grabbed his wrist and yanked his arm away.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” she hissed through gritted teeth. She could never really understand how it was possible to loathe his touch and yet at the same time crave it so much. She had accepted the fact that this encounter could not end well for her. After all, Soldier Boy was used to getting his own way and she knew that deep inside he relished how she wanted to put up a fight. And she was going to give him one. At least just for her sense of pride, she'd try.

Bringing her arm up in front of her, she pulled her fist back and punched him in the chest with all her might. This time he did stumble, but only briefly.

She glowered at him, gripped hold of his arm, and spun him around, forcing it up behind him. He sarcastically chuckled as she pressed her knee into his back, and attempted to move him forward. He didn’t budge, his feet planted flat on the ground. Her hatred flowed out of her as she tugged at his hair, wanting to cause him pain. The only thing she could think of doing was to bite a small bit of his exposed skin. So that’s what she did.

“Bitch!” he grunted.

It didn’t hurt him. His skin was impervious but the nerve of her annoyed him. Soldier Boy whipped his body around, and grasped her throat between his fingers, lifting her up and ramming her against the opposite wall. She huffed out a breath as she hit the concrete.

Soldier Boy's mouth suddenly covered hers again, his kiss sloppy and needy, his teeth nipping at her bottom lip. She yanked her head away, feeling liquid drip down her chin. Brushing the blood away with her thumb, Y/N kicked him in the shin. He frowned, before a smirk graced his features.

“There is no point fighting it, Y/N,” he whispered, “I want this, you want this. May as well admit it.”

Suddenly having no control over her actions, she felt herself nod. He was right. She really wanted to try more, fight more, resist more but her body had betrayed her almost the minute they had met in this abandoned building. She had tried and this is what she kept repeating in her head like a redemption mantra, like an excuse for allowing herself to surrender to him once again.

Soldier Boy dropped down onto his knees, his blunt teeth suddenly clamping down on her pebbled nipple, sucking it in hard. Pain radiated through her, but the feeling caused her underwear to become soaked. She clutched his hair in her fingers attempting to move his head away, but it only made him suck harder.

He let her sensitive nub go with an audible pop, before rising to his full height. His form was intimidating, tall and broad, the front of his supe suit clearly jutting forward, his erection obvious.

He gripped the side of her shorts and along with her panties, shuffled them down her legs, leaving them pooled around one ankle. She was limp, allowing him to strip her completely naked, as though she was in a trance.

He stepped back, his head leaning to one side as he admired her, his hand disappearing into his suit. She realised he was stroking himself when she saw the material begin to move up and down.

“Turn around,” he said through gritted teeth, “and spread those legs for me.”

Y/N’s chest was heaving as she did as he asked. Slowly spinning her body, she rested her palms on the cold concrete, and leaned forward. Closing her eyes, she waited, her arousal warm between her thighs.

She felt his palms spread her legs further apart, his stubble tickling the delicate skin of her thigh deliciously, then a wet tongue licked a strip along her cunt from front to back.

“Hhmm, you taste delicious,” she heard him mumble before she felt his nose nudging against her slit, “and smell divine.” His breath made her shiver as he deeply inhaled her aroma. “So wet for me,” he murmured, dipping a thick finger into her entrance, gathering her slick with the tip, before inserting a second digit. He scissored her open, the stretch stinging slightly causing her to let out a hiss.

She pushed her hips back against his mouth, letting him know that she wanted, no, needed more.

He chuckled. “Like that do you?”

“Fuck yes,” she purred, her voice coming out a croak.

“Good, as I’m going to eat you alive. But you’re not gonna come until I tell you that you can. Got that?” She agreed with a nod of her head.

Soldier Boy bent his fingers at the knuckle, the movement making her yelp, his calloused pads finding that small, spongy area inside her. Her legs began to shake, pure pleasure sending shockwaves down her spine. Replacing his digits with his mouth, he speared his tongue into her entrance, fucking her with it while he flicked her clit with his thumb.

“Fuck, Ben. That’s it. Right there.”

He hummed at the use of his real name, the vibration hitting her core, the coil there extremely close to snapping. He continued to lap into her, before he licked up her slit, slurping against her puckered hole, dipping the tip of his muscle into her tight ring. She bit down on her bottom lip as a hiss escaped her.

Soldier Boy pulled away suddenly leaving her bent over, naked. She glanced at him over her shoulder and noticed he had stepped out of his clothes, his impressive erection bouncing in front of him as he moved, his muscular arms, shoulders and sharp abs on show. He rummaged in the pocket of his suit which was now on the floor, producing a bag of white powder. Y/N went to move from her position, but a sharp slap across her ass cheek halted her movements. A yell of pain fell from her lips.

“Do not move,” he growled.

She acquiesced, resting her forehead against the cool wall in front of her as she waited to see what would happen next. She felt some powder land across the small of her back and her ass. Soldier Boy then leaned down to snort it up, running his tongue across her heated skin to get any excess before he bit down on her ass cheek, making her squeal in a mixture of pain and pleasure. He trailed his mouth up her back until his lips were resting on her shoulder.

Wrapping her hair around his left wrist, he pulled her head back to expose her neck. As his right hand squeezed her throat, she felt his hard cock lining up against her hot sex. He teased her waiting pussy with the tip, rubbing it up and down her folds, causing her to lean over further, opening herself up to him. He slid into her with ease as she was so wet. The stretch of her entrance felt delicious.

“Oh fuck,” she exclaimed.

He wasted no time setting a rough pace, letting go of her hair and throat in order to grip tightly onto her hips. Soldier Boy pounded into her furiously, bending his knees to allow him to grind into her as far as he could. Her legs began to buckle with the force, so he wrapped his arms around her thighs and effortlessly lifted her off the ground. This action opened her up to him even further.

She groaned as his cock disappeared deeper into her, the blunt head hitting her G spot perfectly. Knowing that his strength was plenty to take her weight, she allowed herself to relax into his hold. He lifted her up slightly, then dropped her onto his solid member, and repeated the action, bouncing her up and down, his erection dragging over her walls with each thrust.

A long whimpering moan passed her lips, her eyes closed from the pleasure. Just as the tip was going to slide out, he lowered her down and pushed his hips forward hard.

“Fuck. Soldier Boy. Harder,” she encouraged him, wanting him to ruin her and knowing that he could.

An animalistic growl began to emit from his throat as his thrusts became faster, the frequency of her bounces almost a blur. The familiar feeling of falling off a cliff raged within Y/N as he pistoned her body up and down with ease.

She knew the sound he was making was a precursor to his release. “I’m going to come,” she announced, the coil in her belly tightening to an almost painful degree.

“Fuck Y/N,” he grunted. “Come all over my cock.”

As requested, she let herself go, the ferocious pounding proving too much to handle and with a ragged scream she climaxed, her juices running down his shaft and flowing over his balls. His hands clenched her thighs, the grip no doubt leaving bruises on her skin as she felt him still, and a bestial growl was released into the air as he came deep inside her.

Soldier Boy held her exactly where she was as he pulled out of her and with a gentleness that surprised her, lowered her to the ground. His seed ran down the inside of her thigh, her breathing laboured as she sucked in much needed oxygen. As she turned to face him, she realised he was already dressed, gathering her clothes together.

“Are you going to kill me now?” She questioned.

“I’ve changed my mind,” he grunted, handing over her ruined clothing. “You’re too good a fuck to let go. So you’re off the hook. For now.”

With a wink and a smirk, he walked away, leaving her standing there, naked, clutching the shredded material in her hands.

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talesmaniac89 · 1 year

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An SPN Gif Game: Go on a hunt!

I've seen these around for a few different things like animes, games etc. Not sure who started them, but have wanted to create one for SPN as well. Might do some more if you guys like them!

How to Play:

On laptops/computers: Click and drag the image to find your answer or take a screenshot if you use chrome (since click and drag on chrome always shows the first image). Repeat for each image to build your hunt!

On mobile: Take a screen shot on your phone of the gifs to build your hunt! On most mobile screens all gifs show on the same screenshot, so I personally recommend doing this.

A/N: If you play I would love to see how your hunt went! Send me a screenshot or comment with your results! Images sourced from Canva and episode reviews.

Warning: Flashing images below the keep reading

Click the "Keep Reading" to play!

Visual Tag List: @deanwanddamons @emoryhemsworth @jensengirl83 @whatareyousearchingfordean @waywardbeanie @winchest09 @flamencodiva @jackandthesoulmates

#spn #supernatural #supernatural gif game #supernatural click and drag #click and drag #click and drag game #spn click and drag #gif game #spn gifs #flashing images #epilespy warning #eye strain #fast gif

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wayward-dreamer · 2 years

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Relief

Pairing: Dean x Female!Reader

Word count: 1,340

Summary: An old hunting injury of Y/N's starts acting up, so Dean offers his services.

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, brief sexual fantasies

A/N: I pulled muscles in my neck/shoulder sometime during the night a few weeks ago, and was telling @winchest09 about it. She brought up Dean giving me a massage and inspired this fic haha... happy reading and enjoy! :) beta’d by my love @downanddirtydean.

Y/N rolled her neck as her fingers pressed into the shoulder, hissing in pain as she felt the knot in her muscle moving. She closed her eyes as she tried to will the ache away, but it was no use. The old hunting injury had been hurting lately, and no matter what painkillers she used, everything was just a temporary fix. She hoped that maybe it would just go away on its own, and she could deal with it at some other stage when it eventually came back.

She stood up from the table in the library, knowing that being hunched over old books and other research wasn’t helping the situation either. She made her way down the halls of the bunker to the kitchen, taking out a soda from the fridge. She opened the cap, taking a large sip as she sat down at the table. She tried to move her shoulder in a slow, circular motion, her eyes clenching as it continued to pinch.

“You okay over there?”

Her eyes snapped open to see Dean walking into the kitchen, an eyebrow raised as he looked in her direction. He grabbed a beer out of the fridge and took the seat across from her, watching her as he waited for an answer. Sam had gone out on a supply run with one of the cars from the bunker, as Dean fixed up his beloved Baby, so they had been alone for a couple of hours so far.

“Uh, no, not really. That werewolf case injury is playing up again,” she replied, sighing heavily.

“You need anything? Sammy’s got a whole stash of-” he started but she reached her hand across, patting his knuckles.

“Already took some,” she said, smiling softly. “Thanks, though. It’ll be fine in a few days; I just have to deal with it.”

He took a sip of his beer, shrugging his shoulders as he leaned forward. “I can offer up my services.”

She snorted a laugh. “Your services?”

“Yeah, you know…” he smirked, slowly wiggling his fingers, “magic fingers.”

“You’re insane,” she guffawed, wincing slightly as the muscle at the side of her neck pulled.

“Alright, c’mon, let me help.” Dean stood up from the table, taking another swig of his beer before he walked around to her side, standing behind her.

“Dean, I’m honestly fine,” she resisted, looking up at him.

“Would you just shut it and let me…” he gestured to her shoulder, glaring at her.

She sighed but gave in, turning on her seat to face forward as she flicked her ponytail out of the way. She sat there for a few moments, blinking expectantly as she waited for him to do whatever he was intended to. She felt his rough hand grasp her shoulders softly, his thumbs pressing into the tense muscles over her shoulder blades. Her eyes widened briefly before they fluttered closed, instantly feeling some of the pressure relieved from his touch.

“Oh damn, okay,” she whispered, dropping her head forward.

He chuckled as he continued to work. “See what I mean?”

She groaned softly as his hands continued to move against her flesh, the relief she was starting to feel outweighed anything running through her mind in that moment. She let all the tension leave her body, feeling more relaxed than she had in weeks. A tiny moan left her as Dean worked his thumb over the knot in her muscle, the sound growing louder as he pressed harder. Suddenly her subconscious started playing tricks on her, making her believe they were in her room, surrounded by candles as she laid on the bed, his hands moving over her sensuously.

She hummed, biting her lip to try to keep quiet, but it was no use. “That feels great, Dean.”

Dean stared down at the nape of her neck, gulping as he moved his hands over her upper back. He scrunched his eyes shut as soft moans continued to escape her, trying not to let his mind wander off into picturing her making those same noises underneath him. He shifted uncomfortably, feeling his jeans tighten as he felt hotter under the neckline of his black t-shirt. That was bound to happen, a gorgeous woman moaning like that in front of you, no one would be able to handle that.

He really had to stop before things went too far.

“Uh, okay… you’re good,” he stopped abruptly, stepping back as he cleared his throat.

Y/N frowned, glancing back at him. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” he muttered, shrugging as he walked away from her, as if he couldn’t get out of the kitchen fast enough.

“Dean!”

Y/N stood up from the table and rushed out of the room, following him down the hallway towards the bedrooms. She watched him stalk away quickly, his shoulders squared and tense as he pushed his hands into the pocket of his jeans.

“Hey!” she called out, catching up to him and slapping his arm. “What’s going on?”

“Nothin’,” he replied, way too quick for it to be true, but he was sticking with it.

“Dean,” she raised her eyebrows, her head tilted as she let him know she didn’t believe him. “I was really starting to enjoy that, you know?”

“Yeah, I know,” he muttered under his breath, clearing his throat. “Look, I-”

Dean looked down into her eyes, seeing her staring up at him with a smirk. She stepped forward slightly, causing him to move back. Her smile widened as she continued walking, a shocked huff leaving him as his back pressed into the wall, her body close to hers. His breath hitched as she pushed up on her tiptoes, her face inches from his.

“You know,” her voice was low, barely above a whisper, “if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you enjoyed it, too. A little more than you wanna admit.”

“Y/N,” he breathed, trying to avoid her eyes.

“Dean,” she sighed, gazing up at him through her lashes.

He looked back at her, his green orbs darkening as his gaze became more intense. She knew how to get him to cave already. “Fuck.”

Dean moved forward just as Y/N pushed up further, their lips meeting in a hard, searing kiss. Her hands clenched into his shirt, pulling him close as his arms wrapped around her waist. Her body molded against his, fitting together perfectly as they gave into things they had only ever dreamed about. A groan left him as she bit down on his lip, her fingers pressing into his covered chest as his brushed against her skin where her shirt had ridden up.

Heavy boots against the floors of the bunker caused them to break a part. Y/N stepped back, folding her arms as she breathed heavily, trying to calm himself down. Dean wiped at his lips, trying to get evidence of her lip balm off his mouth.

“Hey,” Sam nodded at them once he appeared from around the corner, having no idea what he could’ve just walked into. He smiled at Y/N, pulling out a bag of her favorite candy from the plastic bag. “Got your gummy bears.”

“Thanks,” she muttered, sending him a quick smile before he continued down the hall to the kitchen, disappearing from their view.

They glanced back at each other, a similar smile passing between them as they met halfway again. This time his lips were soft as he placed a light kiss to her mouth, pressing his forehead to hers. “Guess we’re gonna have to wait until my cockblock of a brother is outta here again,” he quipped, lifting his head to glare down the length of the hallway.

She giggled, leaning into him, placing her head against his chest. “You owe me a proper massage before that.”

Kissing the top of her head, he smirked as the scent of her shampoo invaded his senses. He certainly wasn’t expecting the day to end up like this, but he definitely wasn’t complaining.

“Deal, sweetheart.”

If you’re crossed out, I couldn’t tag you! Join my taglist! :)

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whatareyousearchingfordean · 1 year

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Dear fanfic readers...

Now that I have your attention, it’s time to clean out the tag list!

Here are the facts; I write fanfic because I enjoy it, and I post my fanfic online so others can enjoy it and so I can get feedback (I’m only human). Any fanfic writer on here can tell you it takes a significant amount of time to do so (formatting, linking, tagging, etc), and well it sucks because I’ve noticed, as all fanfic writers can attest to as well, that interaction on this website is way down. I totally get it and understand there are a lot of factors at play here so I’m not about to shame anyone. God knows I haven’t exactly been active in the reading world lately. That is why I am asking that if you would like to stay on my tag list, you at least interact with my posts in some way or another. I think if I’m taking the time then the least you could do is return the favor. If you don’t think you can do this, then I ask that you allow me to remove you from my tag list as there are other ways to find my work.

That being said, I am deciding to restructure things a touch by wiping the slate clean and rebuilding in hopes that things will be a touch less time-consuming to manage. There are new categories to choose from going forward so please read before answering:

Forevers: You will be tagged in any and all fanfic that I post

Dean Beans: You will be tagged in any oneshot or series that includes Dean Winchester

Jay Birds: You will be tagged in any oneshot or series that includes Jensen Ackles

Series: These are series-specific tags, so you will be tagged in whatever series you wish to be tagged in. These will open up when a series is announced. If you just want to be on a series from now on then let me know to drop you from my forevers.

(I don’t anticipate ever writing Sam/Jared ever again so if you want Dean and Jensen works then I suggest my forevers.)

I’ve tagged my current forevers so you have a heads up but if I don’t hear from you I will assume you no longer wish to be tagged. I’m really hoping this works because I’m ready to give up posting here altogether.

@440mxs-wife @akshi8278 @anathewierdo @austin-winchester67 @awesome-badass-cafeteria-sauce @briagallen @callmekda @dawnie1988 @deandreamernp @deanwanddamons @ellewritesfix05 @emoryhemsworth @foxyjwls007 @heartsaved @hobby27 @janicho88 @jarpad24 @jbsgirl4ever11 @jensengirl83 @katbratsupernaturalwhore @leigh70 @littlewhiterose @lunarmoon8 @lyarr24 @maliburenee @mrsjenniferwinchester @msmarvelouswinchester @polina-93 @sexyvixen7 @siospins2 @sleepylunarwolf @spnbaby-67 @spnwoman @squirrelnotsam @stiles-stilinski-24-dylan @stoneyggirl @suckmyapplejacks @supernatural3002 @supraveng @tatted-trina6 @thoughts-and-funnies @traceyaudette @tranquility-or-chaos @watermelonlipstick @waywardbeanie @winchest09 @woodworthti666 @wayward-dreamer

#tags #tagging #whatareyousearchingfordean

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xlynnbbyx · 2 years

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Tag Game

Tagged by the lovely @winchest09 I figured this seems fun to do. Gives peeps a chance to get to know me.

Rules: answer 30 questions and tag some blogs you are contractually obligated to get to know better

Name: Christen & believe it or not people have a hard time saying my name. My name is not hard to say or spell but people always misspell or say it wrong. It’s pronounced like Kristen but spelled Christen

Star sign: Scorpio

Height: 5ft 2

Time: it’s currently 5:40pm

Bday: October 24th

Favorite bands: My music taste is all over the place really. I love *Nsync, Backstreet Boys, Good Charlotte, Simple Plan, Radio Company, Def Leppard, Lynyrd Skynyrd, and too many more to name.

Last movie: Last movie that I watched? Um last movie I watched was Mrs Doubtfire on tv last night.

Last show: Last show I watched was Ridiculousness few mins ago

When I created this blog: I honestly don’t know when I created it 😂. I know it was sometime in 2013 I believe or maybe 2014 I can’t remember. 😂

What I post: I mainly post any and everything Jensen Ackles, Supernatural, About my pets, and anything that pops into my head. I reblog Dean Winchester & Jensen Ackles fics as well. I may start reading some Soldier Boy fics soon too. I share my opinions on things as well. I also posts Supernatural con pics and schedule.

Last thing I googled: what time is 22:00 est - I saw it posted on Twitter and wonder what time that meant. 😂

Other blogs: Nope just this one I really don’t want to deal with another blog on here. 1 blog is just fine and easy to keep up with.

Do I get asks?: I do get asks but they have been quiet lately. But I do enjoy answering them as long as they are not rude ones.

Following: I follow 73 people on here I need to start following more people.

Average hours of sleep: What is sleep? 😂 My sleep schedule is messed up. I’m mainly a night owl so I won’t sleep til sun comes up sometimes. I only get decent sleep when I’m sick. But I do average 6 or 7 hours. 5 or 4 if I’m stressed that’s why naps are life!

Instruments: None I’m sadly not musically gifted.

Dream job: I had so many dream jobs growing up. But really I would love to open a candy store that also sells homemade baked goods. I love to bake it’s soothing to me sometimes. So I would love to sell things I bake, things others bake, candy from any decade & around the world.

Dream trip: Since I am part Italian I would love to visit Italy someday. I would love to see where my great grandfather’s father came from. I would love to see England as well. But mainly I would love to be able to go to Supernatural Con to finally meet Jensen Ackles. I hope it happens someday.

Nationality: American

Favorite songs: I have way too many to name honestly. But everyday I listen to Radio Company. I love to hear Jensen sing. My favorite song from Radio Company is Sounds of Someday. I also listen to Ed Sheeran Perfect my grandmother loved that song and my friend loves it too so I listen to it. Other than that I have too many to name.

Last book I read: Physical book I’m currently reading is Tragic Hollywood Beautiful Glamorous and Dead. Fanfic wise just read the last chapter I missed of To Be Human by @waynes-multiverse can’t wait for a new chapter of that.

Top 3 fictional universes I’d love to live in: Definitely Supernatural so I can be Dean’s badass hunter girl 😂. Maybe Marvel with Deadpool and maybe Disney I mean seems so calm and wonderful. But mainly Supernatural 😂

no pressure tags!! Also if you see this and want to do it - go for it!!

@allicat1988 @candy-coated-misery0731 @deanwanddamons @jensenslady79 @smol-and-grumpy @waynes-multiverse & anyone who wants to do it!

#all about me #all about me game

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winchestergirl2 · 2 years

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Tag Game

Tagged by the lovely @winchest09 thank you, thought I’d do a fresh post.

Rules: answer 30 questions and tag some blogs you are contractually obligated to get to know better

Name: Becky

Star sign: Aquarius

Height: 5ft 4 inch

Time: 14.55

Bday: January

Favorite bands: Oh that's a tough one I feel like I have quite a few: Backstreet Boys, AC/DC, The Who, Thunder.

Last movie: Spiderman: Far from home (When it was on the T.V. the other night)

Last show: Chicago Fire

When I created this blog: About 2 years ago, I know it was some time during the summer of 2020. Helped get me through lockdown

What I post: Sam and Dean Winchester Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Dark Angel, Alec McDowell, Walker, The Boys, Beau Arlen, Gifs, Pics and Fics I've read

Last thing I googled: Opening time for my local bowling alley

Other blogs: No, no others just this one.

Do I get asks?: I do occasionally, am always grateful for them

Following: 135

Average hours of sleep: About 7

Instruments: Used to play the violin

Dream job: Not sure I have a dream job, but it would probably be something to do with photography, animals or both.

Dream trip: I'm not sure I have a dream trip although there are lots of places I would like to visit.

Nationality: British

Favorite songs: Ooohh there are quite a lot and it does change but the constants are: Love Walked in - Thunder, Supermassive Black Hole - Muse, Back In Black - AC/DC, Won't Get Fooled Again - The Who

Last book I read: I haven't had the chance to read a book for a bit but I think it was probably a Nicholas Sparks book.

Top 3 fictional universes I’d love to live in: Supernatural (because Sam and Dean), Charmed (original) and probably The Avengers

no pressure tags! @soaringeag1e @watermelonlipstick @thinkinghardhardlythinking @deanwanddamons and anyone else who would like to play

#tag game

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cockslutpadalecki · 2 years

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In regards to the colours my dear...

Yellow: Because I do love you so much and you give me the good vibes.

Grey: Because of literally what it says and I am always in awe of your ideas and the way you write things. I forever hope you will share ideas with me so I can continue to tell you how brilliant you are.

AND

Now I'm adding my own colours into the mix because there's not enough on that list to describe you for my liking so...

Red: Sexy as hell, drop dead gorgeous, 100/10, Fitty McVitie, your beauty has no bounds.

Indigo: Kind, caring, thoughtful, helpful, full of wonderful advice, nurturing, loving. Gold: Creative, inspirational, talented.

Love you girl <3

it’s okay tabby, i totally wanted to cry at 7:30am on a saturday morning 😂😭

thank you for the extra colours oh my goodness 😭 i still wonder to this day what i did to deserve your friendship and constantly thank my lucky stars you chose me to be a friend. you are a literal ray of sunshine and i love you so much 💗

#winchest09 #answered

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atc74 · 4 years

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For Chuck’s sake, you’re gonna tell us she’s binging a series and not tell us what it is??? 😜

She is now on Chapter 8 (in like an hour) of Shatter Me by the lovely @winchest09. I read this a few weeks ago and was stunned by its creativity and dynamic built throughout the series between not only the reader and Dean, but also her entire hunting family.

Read it. Enjoy it. Spread the love.

#saturday night sleepover #ang answers #fic rec #author rec #not mine #winchest09 #ang loves tabby #iwantthedean

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winchest09 · 2 years

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why are you always so late when you post new chapters 😐

*sigh*

Nonnie - with the greatest of respect, I want you to consider that I have a life beyond writing on tumblr.

I am not always late posting new chapters - but this past month has been kicking my ass. Want to know why there's been a delay this weekend?

Friday night my hubby hit a fever of 39.6 degrees - he was sick, hallucinating, acting drunk.

Saturday I woke up and he was better but I was not. In fact, my temperature matched his and then I proceeded to be violently sick and bed bound for the day.

Sunday, my darling daughter woke up covered in a rash from head to toe, complaining of earache and other flu like symptoms. Then I get a notification from her preschool that there was a confirmed case of Scarlet Fever. One long phone call to the UK's medical service, and an appointment to an out of hours GP later, my little girl is being treated for suspected SF as she doesn't have all the symptoms that match, but just to be clear. Now...all that aside - I have other things that have took precedent in my life this month. An private issue within family that I had to drop everything for and be there (which im sure you would if it was yours). A stepdad with Leukaemia. My little one needing me because I'm her mum and she's been unwell. A mother who had a bad depressive episode and needed my support. So...before you slide into people's asks under the anonymous guise, with your 😐 emojis and passive aggressive tone, maybe take a moment to think about what that person on the other side of the blog is going through. An "Hey, noticed you've not updated on Friday like normal, is everything okay with you?" is a lot kinder and better received than the message you sent.

I work hard nonnie - I'm a mother, a wife, i work 30 hours a week, I'm writing two series (one yet to come to tumblr), creating audiobooks, writing commissions and attempting to keep it all together at the same time. I'm not a superhero - I'm not perfect - everyone's allowed to stumble. Hope this has explained it sufficiently.

#winchest09 answers

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spnfanficpond · 5 years

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Hello there! I was wondering if i could jump into the pond and become a guppie? Haha. Recently starting writing as of this Jan and would love to be part of the pond!

Why, yes, you can!! Welcome to the Pond!!

(I have no idea what that gif is, but it made me giggle!)

#new member #welcome #winchest09 #michelle answers

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deanwanddamons · 2 years

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Tag Game

Tagged by the lovely @winchest09 and @winchestergirl2 thank you, thought I’d do a fresh post.

Rules: answer 30 questions and tag some blogs you are contractually obligated to get to know better

Name: Sian

Star sign: Libra

Height: 5ft 6 inch

Time: 17:40

Bday: October

Favorite bands: Oh that's a tough one…I’ll go for Bon Jovi, Queen, My Chemical Romance, AC/DC

Last movie: I honestly can’t remember!

Last show: I’m currently re-watching Stranger Things from the start.

When I created this blog: December 2019

What I post: Fanfics about Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Jensen Ackles and recently Soldier Boy. I reblog lots of other fics from other writers that I read and enjoy. Also tag games, ask games etc and sometimes Aiden Turner.

Last thing I googled: Stephen King

Other blogs: @deanwanddamonslibrary

Do I get asks?: Now and again.

Following: 234

Average hours of sleep: About 5

Instruments: unfortunately not

Dream job: Not sure I have a dream job, but I’d love to run a cat sanctuary

Dream trip: I’d love to go to a con to meet Jensen and Jared

Nationality: British (Welsh)

Favorite songs: Really depends what mood I’m in.

Last book I read: I read every night before I go to sleep. Currently on a book in the Logan McRae series by Stuart McBride but can’t remember what it is called lol.

Top 3 fictional universes I’d love to live in: Supernatural (because Sam and Dean), Harry Potter and Mystic Falls from TVD.

No pressure tags - @waynes-multiverse @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior @deanwinchesterswitch @eevvvaa and anyone else that wants to join in.

#tag game #about me

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smol-and-grumpy · 1 year

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Redlight - Chapter Four

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Hooker!Reader

Summary: Dean Winchester is a rich, recently divorced entrepreneur who visits Los Angeles for business. While he was out with acquaintances one night and was waiting on a limousine to get back to his hotel, he witnessed a woman in need, and rushed in to help, only to learn that the woman was a prostitute. Dean should have left, after he made sure she was okay, but there was something about her that wouldn’t let him walk away.

Chapter Warnings: Still just pretty tame...

WC: 3247

Beta’d by the amazing @winchest09

Read weeks ahead on Patreon

Series Masterlist ~ General Masterlist

With a trembling hand, Y/N reaches out for the basket, hoping that she’s a convincing enough actor at trying to hide her excitement at the prospect of taking a bath.

She can’t really help it. It has been a while since she has taken one, back at a time when her world was still innocent and carefree. A world where she resided in the safe home of her aunt and uncle, and where she fell asleep to bedtime stories made up of pretty princesses who got rescued by brave knights on white horses, and end up falling in love and having their own happily ever after.

Of course, the world in her untroubled little bubble didn’t last long.

All good things never do.

She takes the packet of makeup remover and tears it apart in order to take out a sheet. As she looks back and meets her own reflection in the mirror, she takes a deep breath.

Y/N’s about to do something big, something that is monumental in her eyes. Never in her life has she revealed herself to anyone. Perhaps she does it for the money, but deep down, she knows that she’s doing it for him. There’s something about Dean that makes her want to tear down the fence she’s built up around herself, and that thought scares her more than she ever thought anything would. But at the same time, it also gives her courage, which is a feeling she’s never encountered before.

The sound of the bathwater running out into the tub is loud in the background. She can see a glimpse of Dean taking a bottle of the complimentary soaps and inspecting it to see if it’s some bubbles for a bath. He nods when he makes sure that it indeed is. It’s cute, really.

Bringing her attention back to herself, she takes another deep breath to calm down before she lifts her hand that’s clutching the cloth to her face. Gently, she starts to wipe at her forehead. The white sheet comes back stained with her makeup.

As Y/N is about to wipe at her eyebrows, Dean appears right behind her, he’s not really close, not touching her or anything, but still, she can feel the warmth radiating off his body.

“Can— uh, is it okay for me to watch you taking it off?” He mumbles, sounding unsure and a little embarrassed.

Normally, she’d say no. But she’s come this far, so she thinks, fuck it. “Yeah,” she answers.

Dean nods, one corner of his lips tugging up a little, but he’s quick to tamper the joy down.

She works on her eyebrows next before wiping at her eyes. The black eyeshadow and mascara come off, but not that easy. Dean reaches out for the packet and holds out another cloth for her.

“Thanks.”

He swallows and nods before standing back to watch her again. Their eyes meet in the mirror.

Once her makeup is off completely, she gulps at her own mirror image. “That’s me,” she says soberly.

Dean places his hands on both her shoulders, guiding her to turn around and face him. She’s breathless for a second. The man is so close; she can see the lines around his eyes, the freckles dotting the bridge of his nose and his cheeks, and the specks of gray in his beard. God, he’s inhumanely pretty.

His emerald eyes study her face, they travel from her own eyes down to her nose and lower, to her lips, before they go up again. He studies so hard, that there’s a frown showing in between his eyebrows. For a moment, she’s scared that he doesn’t like what he sees, but somehow, his gaze says something different. It’s as if he wants to commit her face to memory.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs absentmindedly. She doesn’t know if it’s just him thinking too loud or if he’s saying it to her. Either way, she snorts. “Really,” he affirms. “You are.”

Y/N swallows the lump in her throat, before she shakes her head and changes the subject. Looking at the bathtub that’s already more than half-filled with a coat of foam on top, she asks, “Can I take a bath now?”

“Uh,” Dean looks back at the tub where the water rises steadily, “Yeah, you want me to go outside?”

Cute.

Grinning, she shakes her head, “You’ve paid for the experience, Dean, you can watch.”

“I prefer to still be a decent gentleman, thanks.” He turns around then, and she can see him in the mirror. He has his eyes closed.

Adorable.

Where did this guy come from? She can safely say that she’s never been treated with so much respect, ever.

Quickly, Y/N slips out of her dress, which is basically the only thing she’s wearing anyway, since she usually forgoes undergarments for this job. It’s not like she needs them.

Walking to the tub, she lifts her leg and dips her toe inside. It’s just the right temperature. Not too hot and not too cold. Carefully, she steps in and crouches down before she stretches herself, letting the water surround her body. A moan slips out of her before she can think of keeping it inside.

At that, Dean turns around. He smiles when he sees her lying there. The foam is carefully placed so he can’t see more than necessary. Not that she’s a prude, in fact, that would be a bad career choice if she was, but sometimes, she can indeed be shy too. And this right here? Is more intimate than someone seeing her cunt while they fuck her with their dick.

He walks to the tub and gets down on his knees, bracing his hands over the edge as he dips the fingers of one hand inside, letting it swirl around in the water. “Can I stay, or do you want me out?”

“Hhhm,” she pretends to think, “you can stay.”

“Yeah?” His expression seems to light up at that.

She smiles, “Yeah.”

“Good,” he replicates her smile.

Dean helps her lather herself up, handing her the loofa. Y/N doesn’t know if it’s a weird kink of his or if he genuinely enjoys watching her taking a bath. Either way, she finds that she doesn’t mind it.

“You’re an enigma,” he murmurs.

“Likewise,” she responds.

He chuckles.

“Y/N,” she says after another stretch of silence where she leans back to enjoy the water and he places his head on the arms which are still braced on the edge of the tub, looking so content, as if he could fall asleep at any moment.

He’s raising his eyebrows when he hears her speak, “Hhm?”

“My name,” she says again, “It’s Y/N.”

When it registers in his brain, Dean gives her a blinding smile.

After the bath, he wrapped her up in a fluffy robe (of course he didn’t even peek, but instead, held it out with his eyes closed). Dean then left her to moisten her body and face with the hotel’s own creams as he waited outside.

When she walks out dressed in nothing but the robe and her hair still dripping, she finds Dean slouched on the couch, head resting on the back of it, eyelids half-closed while there’s soft classic rock music playing in the background.

Y/N flops down right sideways on his lap, which makes him jolt up a little, but he doesn’t seem like he minds. Instead of pushing her away, he supports her back with his wide and warm palm while he places his other hand on her thigh, gently rubbing it up and down on her bare skin. The gesture causes her to lean closer to him and place her head on his shoulder. It’s weird because they just met a couple of hours ago, but he feels familiar with the scent of home mixed into it.

Dean noses at her wet hair, “Hey.”

“You want to go to sleep?”

“And miss out on the hours I’m paying you to entertain me? No way.”

She chuckles at that. Sitting back up a little, her fingers toys at the lapel of the robe that covers his chest. It almost falls open, the taut skin underneath is visible. Dean has freckles on his chest. She takes the liberty to trace the ones she can see with the tip of her finger.

He shivers slightly underneath her.

“What do you want to do now?”

“Hhm,” he bites on his bottom lip, and it’s kind of distracting. “I don’t know,” his deep voice rumbles, and then, with one swift motion, Dean suddenly has her straddling him, her legs on either side of his thighs. It elicits a giggle from her. Usually, she doesn’t like to be manhandled, but weirdly it doesn’t matter if it’s him.

His one hand is resting on her thigh, fingertip squeezing at her flesh a little, and Y/N’s well aware that she’s not wearing anything underneath because the fabric of Dean’s boxer briefs is rough against her core. He’s growing hard, she can feel it.

The fingers of Dean’s other hand lift to her cheek, painting a path down her jaw and throat until he reaches the exposed valley of her breasts. Goosebumps appear all over her body.

Then, he retracts his hand and places it on her other thigh, causing her to miss his touch.

She holds eye contact with him as her hands slowly peel away the front of her robe until her tits are exposed, but she leaves it knotted at her waist. Dean inhales sharply. Underneath her pussy, she can feel him harden some more. She’s starting to get wet too, and he hasn’t even done anything yet.

It scares her slightly, the way he wormed his way into her mind. It usually never happens, but then again, none of her clients were ever Dean.

He licks his lips when he stares at her breasts. Swallowing, he lifts a hand and skims his fingertip over her one nipple. It quickly starts to harden. Dean then goes to the other and this time, he pinches it between his fingers, causing her to arch her back and drive her pussy deeper against his growing erection.

“You’re fucking beautiful,” he whispers once his eyes find their way back from her tits to her eyes. He’s still palming her breast, though, seems like he can’t let go, and she doesn’t really want him to.

The way Dean says it, paired with the look he gives her, she almost believes him.

“You’re only saying that,” Y/N teases.

“You don’t believe me, do you?”

“No.”

He thumbs at her right nipple before pinching it, “Pretend you do.”

“O-okay,” it comes out as a gasp.

Dean cups that breast in his palm before he leans forward. He closes his eyes, ready to kiss her. His warm breath fans over her lips, mingling with her own. Before his lips can connect with her own, though, she turns her head, causing his lips to meet her cheek instead.

Pulling back, he looks mortified, “I— I’m sorry, I didn’t think—, I—”

“—no, no. It’s not—,” she takes another breath, “I’m not, uh, I don’t kiss my clients on the lips.”

“Oh,” Dean huffs, his frown is still there but within a blink of an eye, they disappear. His expression changes. If anything, he looks at her with a tenderness she hardly comes across these days, if she ever does. It causes her to relax too, since normally, her clients force themselves on her, and then she has to fight to get away. Even if she felt safe with Dean, she can’t shake her flight or fight instinct.

He leans forward again then, his face lower this time as he places a gentle kiss on her cheek, “This okay?”

“Yes,” Y/N answers with a smile, which is reciprocated by him.

Dean places his next kiss just below her ear, it causes her to rock her pussy on his cock. He groans, “This okay?”

“Mmhh.”

“Yeah?” He smirks, one of his hands is playing with her breast now, kneading it as his thumb flicks at her nipple. His other hand holds her at her hips, helping to guide her in her rocking motion on his erection.

Underneath her, Dean’s cock is as hard as a rock. She’s getting wetter too. Surely, she’s soiled his underwear, yet he doesn’t seem to mind.

“Yeah,” says airily, her rocking picks up.

Usually, Y/N’s goal is to make her client come as fast as possible so that she can get back on the street again and earn more money. But this time, though? This time, she chases her own release too. Never in her life has she been so fucking turned on at a job.

Dean latches on her throat, kisses and sucks at her pulse point, causing her to throw her head back, giving him better access.

“No marks,” she manages to say.

“No marks,” he mumbles his acceptance into her skin before continuing to mouth his way to her collarbone.

Her hands find his hair, fingers carding through his soft locks. She tries to pull at it a little, seeing if he likes it, testing the waters. Dean groans when he feels her nails scratching at his scalp. She catalogs the knowledge in order to be able to pull it out again when she needs it. After all, the night is still young.

“What do you like?” He’s in between her tits now, face moving to nose at the swell of one breast. His beard scratches at her skin, sending tingling sensations all over her body.

“Wha— shit,” Y/N bucks her hips as he envelopes her nipple with his hot wet mouth, sucking it in and swirling his tongue around it.

Dean pulls the hardened nub between his teeth as he chuckles. “Aw, found something you like.”

He releases her breast and kisses a path to the other one, leaving trails of hot wet saliva that cools off quickly on her skin.

“Tell me, Y/N,” he asks again as he looks up. The tip of his tongue peeks out to tickle her nipple. “What do you like?”

She’s momentarily stunned because he looks at her as if he really wants to know the answer. As if that information is all that matters to him.

For a brief moment, she’s back to being Scarlet. She smirks seductively as she presses his face into her tit, letting him suck and lap at her nipple while she grinds on him harder, “If I wanted you to turn me on, I’d pay you and not the other way around.”

But she can’t really lie that the way he even wants to try to get her off turns her on very much. Dean groans as she rides his clothed dick, sucking at her harder while he starts to thrust up to meet her.

His hot breath ghosts over the swell of her one breast as he looks up at her. His pupils are blown, his eyes are big orbs that look like they could swallow her whole. They look like he wants to devour her, and strangely, she’d gladly let him.

“You’re close,” he states, his voice rumbles, the vibration transpiring from his ribcage over to her own body.

Y/N closes her eyes and throws her head back a little. She doesn’t want to admit that she’s indeed very close. Usually, she never lets her body be taken over by lust. It’s pretty much clinical and clean with her client. They come, and she leaves in order to search for another one. Rinse and repeat.

“No,” he growls after licking a broad stripe from the valley of her breast to her collarbone. His one hand palms at her tit, pinching her nipple roughly at the same time he bites on her bone, causing her to gasp. It feels too good, and she’s tethering dangerously on the edge. How can a man she just met learn things about her body so quickly? It almost feels like he knows her better than she knows herself. “I want you to look at me when you come, Y/N, can you do that, baby?”

Baby.

Look, she’s been called all kinds of names while fucking a John; whore, slut, bitch… none of them ever call her baby, and certainly not in the way Dean does.

Y/N opens her eyes, but she’s still reluctant to look at him.

The hand that’s not kneading her tit and pinching her nipple grabs her roughly by the base of her neck, thumb reaching her jaw as he tilts her head just so that her eyes have no other things to look at than his face.

“I want you to look at me when you come, alright, baby?”

She’s delirious with lust right now, and that’s probably why she agrees so quickly. “Y—fuck, yes.”

“Good girl,” he praises while he bucks his hips harder. The hand on the back of her neck pulled her down towards him, causing her pussy to get the right friction.

One of her hands claws at his chest until she finds the lapel of his robe to hold on to. Her other one is on his forearm, gripping it tight. “De—an, I—”

“Jesus Christ, you’re so wet, Y/N, your juice is seeping through my underwear, I can literally smell you.” His thumb and forefinger twirl a nipple in between them, pulling at it, causing her to gasp, “You’re so beautiful. So needy. A fucking vision,” he rasps, and from the way he looks at her, he’s close too. “Dry humping on my cock and getting off, what a fucking good girl you are for me. Only for me, right?”

Y/N’s used to people demanding that she says certain things while she tries to get them off, and usually, she just rattles off what they want to hear. But this time? This time she knows in her heart that she means it. “Only—ah, only you.”

“That’s right,” Dean growls, “Come, baby, come for me.”

“Oh god— fuck—,” she comes. Quick and hard — an orgasm that leaves her shaking all over. Good god, if he can turn her on so much and do that to her while they’re still clothed, she’s scared to imagine what real sex will be like between them.

Dean grunts and bucks up against her soaking core. Once, twice— before he pulls her close and buries his face into the crook of her neck as he comes into his own underwear. His arms are like a vice around her. They’re strong, enveloping the whole of her, making her feel safe.

“Jesus,” he mumbles against her skin, kisses her wetly there one more time before he releases her. “I’m— fuck, you’re good. You’re fucking amazing,” he pants, the pink in his cheek showing. “Uh, I’m sorry if I’ve been too rough.”

“No, you’re—” perfect, she wants to say, but doesn’t, “—it’s not too rough. It was good,”

“Only good?” He quirks an eyebrow with a smirk.

“It’s dry humping, Dean. There are more things to do and I’ve been told there are things better than that.”

He lies against the back of the sofa as he looks at her. The crease around his eyes deepen when he smiles, “Tell you what, I’m going to get another quick shower and then how about we settle into bed, hhm?”

“Ready for another round so quick?”

Dean chuckles, “No, we talk some more first.”

Chapter Five

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