#dean drabble

[rizlowwritessortof]

Let's Go For a Drive

This is just a little comforting Dean drabble I scribbled - a little gift for @thatonewriter15 - you are the sweetest!

You wake up that morning on the wrong side of the world. Everything feels off - you feel out of sync, disconnected and alone.

You’re quiet all day, barely responding when Sam or Dean ask you a question, and you try all day to keep yourself busy somewhere away from their concerned glances. But eventually you end up in the library, on your laptop. It’s not unusual for the three of you to be silently doing your own things in the evening, but usually you feel comfortable, content. Tonight you’re neither, and it’s obvious to these men who know you so well.

You can feel Dean’s eyes on you from the other end of the table, and you stare resolutely at your own screen, avoiding eye contact. A few minutes pass, but then you hear him push his chair back and quietly walk up behind you, one hand on your shoulder and the other braced on the edge of the table as he bends to speak softly next to your ear.

“Let’s go for a drive.”

You hesitate for a second, then lean back into him a little and nod. He straightens, moving so you can get up. Sam has quietly watched the whole exchange, and he smiles at you, his eyes soft, as you let Dean usher you toward the stairs.

The two of you walk out into the cool night air. Baby sits there shining in the sparse light of a pale moon, for the moment peeking through a break in the clouds. He opens the driver’s side door and gives you a hand in, letting you slide over to make room for him.

He doesn’t speak. Dean knows that sometimes words aren’t able to describe how you feel, or why you feel it. He understands the need to have someone just be with you as you go through the pain, or grief, or sadness; to hold you, silent and strong. He understands because he’s built like that, too.

He turns the key, Baby’s engine comes to life with a low rumble, and it washes over you like a soothing balm. He reaches over to push a cassette into the player, and Bob Seger’s Turn the Page fills the air with a soulful serenade, melancholy and soft in the background as he shifts into drive. Before he pulls onto the road, he lifts his arm, and you tuck yourself up close to his side. He bends to press his lips to your temple before he tightens his arm around you and pulls out onto the road, Baby’s headlights cutting a path through the dark.

You lay your head on his shoulder, your arm draped over his waist, slipping your hand beneath his shirt to lay your palm against his warm skin. Baby rolls along, miles disappearing beneath her wheels, Dean’s chest rumbling occasionally next to your ear as he hums along with the music. Every once in a while, he hugs you a little closer, his cheek against your hair, and comfort slowly seeps into your soul.

You are lulled into a half-sleepy haze, unaware of how long you’ve been riding, how many miles you have gone. Finally Dean clears his throat, smiling affectionately as you stir and yawn. “Gonna have to stop up here and get some gas,” he says softly. “You want anything?”

You lean your head back to look up at him, finally able to manage a smile. “No, I’m okay.”

He looks into your eyes for a moment, as if to verify your statement, and then bends to kiss your lips gently. “I’ll be right back.”

You listen to the sounds of him filling the tank, sounds you’ve heard a hundred times before. It’s familiar and real and good, and you smile to yourself. This was exactly what you needed, and he knew it. He always knows.

When he climbs back inside, he’s got a large bag of jerky, and you giggle a little. He just can’t go into a place like this and leave without it. He makes a little face at you, and then pulls you into his arms for a lingering, sweet kiss that leaves you tingling a little all over. “So, ready to head home?”

You nod. “Yeah. I’m ready.” You reach to put a hand to his face, your eyes shining into his. “Thank you.”

He kisses you again, his forehead resting against yours. “Any time, sweetheart.”

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[talesmaniac89]

Trick or Treat

Pairing :  Dean x reader

Summary: It's Halloween, and the reader wants a different kind of treat. And she knows exactly where to find it.

Warnings: Hinting at future smut, but nothing explicit in the story. 

Word Count: 977

Y/N = Your Name

A/N: A little something written for my challenge to myself to post or reblog something Halloween related every day up to Halloween!

Opening your door just a sliver you looked out at the empty hallway while holding your breath. Though you knew very well that it would be deserted. You had, after all, planned out the whole night. Including sending Sammy away after promising him you’d help archive the hell out of the Men of Letters library if he made himself scarce for just one night. 

Still, as a hunter, you were nothing if not thorough. And there was, after all, once more Winchester still left in the bunker. The reason for your whole little plan to begin with, your boyfriend; Dean Winchester. 

Once you were sure the coast was clear, you slipped out of your room and into the slightly chilly hallway. Suppressing a shiver, you pulled your long coat closer around your body as you clutched your shoes in your hand and padded barefoot down the hallway towards Dean’s door.

After all, even the smallest sound would echo in the bunker’s hallways. And you didn’t want to ruin the surprise that you’d spent time planning and prepping. 

Your heart was in your throat as you bit back a small smile, listening out for any sounds as you quietly snuck down the hall before coming to a full stop in front of Dean’s room. It was quiet inside, but that didn’t phase you.

You knew he’d be in there. Since you’d promised him a movie date after you “freshened up”. Which meant Dean would be busy going through his movie collection to find the perfect Halloween night movie to cuddle up to. 

Though you had other plans. 

Holding your breath you gently placed your heels on the floor and gingerly stepped into them. Careful not to make a sound as you straightened back up and got your small, mischievous smile under control. Opening your coat, you looked down at your “costume” one last time. Making sure everything was properly in place. 

After all, it was the 31st of October. And no Halloween was complete without some good old fashioned trick or treating. And since you couldn’t really go door to door. You’d decided you deserved a different kinda treat. One with apple green eyes and sweet as sugar kisses. As well as a damned sinfully skillful tongue. 

Biting your lip in anticipation, you reached out and knocked softly on Dean’s bedroom door as you hastily closed your trench coat and played with your hair; making sure it was falling just right. 

Yet, Dean didn’t come to the door as you’d planned. Instead his voice, deep and rich like chocolate, rang out happily oblivious to your plans from the other side of the door. 

“Come on in (Y/N)!” 

Pouting at the still closed door. You straightened your shoulders and ignored his invitation. Choosing instead to knock again. After all, what trick or treater just opened a door and walked in? There was an order to these things.

 “Sweetheart?” From the other side of the door, you could hear the telltale creaking of Dean slipping off of his bed to walk the few steps to the door as confusion stained his voice in a slightly deeper, wary tone. His hunter’s instincts kicking in automatically from the unusual reaction. 

Still, you kept your mouth shut as you waited for the door to open. One hand keeping your jacket closed as you tried, and failed, to keep the small, playful smirk off of your carefully painted lips. 

Knowing Dean, you knew he’d open the door whether or not you replied. 

Sure, he would be slightly on edge and ready to strike when he did due to the lack of answer from you. But he would relax the moment he saw you. After all, you knew your boyfriend of 5 years. And you’d planned out the whole night perfectly. Down to the littlest detail. Any thoughts of fight or flight would fade away as soon as he saw you. 

“(Y/N) what are you…”  Deans started as he opened the door. Only for his words to die out the moment you let your coat slip open and drop to the floor with a soft thud. Showing off the leather and lace nurse-themed lingerie costume you’d bought for the occasion. 

Soft leather straps hugged your curves in all the right places as lace barely covered up the rest of your bodice. Leaving just enough to the imagination to make Dean suck in a sharp breath as he devoured you with his eyes. Want and need burning in forest fire eyes as he let his teeth graze his bottom lip while he took it all in. From the soft swell of your barely contained breasts to the small little details that showed off the theme of the lingerie set/Halloween costume. 

“Trick or treat?” You asked, a small little knowing smirk on your red lips as you raised an eyebrow at your momentarily dumbstruck boyfriend where he was busy finding his voice again. 

“Damn it woman…” Dean finally said breathlessly as he reached out for you, only for you to take a quick step back, out of his reach, with a small victorious laugh. 

“I asked you a question Winchester. Trick or treat?” You repeated, letting your tongue roll against your bottom lip as your hands traveled across the lace patterns you knew Dean longed to explore. Teasing an impatient groan out of him that had you bite back a needy whine of your own. 

Using his lightning fast reflexes, your boyfriend reached out for you. This time catching you by the wrist and pulling you flush against his body as his free hand greedily grabbed at your ass, rolling his hips against you to let you feel exactly what you did to him. 

“Treat. Definitely treat,” Dean growled, before swallowing your small laugh with a hungry kiss and pulling you into his room. 

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[jawritter]

Can you tell me a story of where the reader finds dean when he has no memory and helps him/ takes care of him and she gives him pie that he absolutely loves. The rest is up to you. I love all of your stuff! Please and thank you! 😊💖

Are You My Girlfriend?

Warning: throws crack and fluff in your face and walks off. 

Pairing:  Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Courht: 512

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“Just sit-down Dean, Sam will be here in about an hour to take you back to the Bunker so that we can get all of this sorted out,” Y/N assured him as he gently pressed his shoulders with her hands, lowering him into the small seat in the hotel room that was littered with sticky notes stating things like “Lamp,” and “Closet” and Bed.”  and even “TV”. 

This wasn’t the first time Dean’ had been hit with this specific spell, thankfully Sam had learned the cure from Rowena the first time it happened, and now it wasn’t as detrimental as the first time it happened, just more annoying and cuter in her opinion. Dean was much more manageable at times when his memory seemed compromised. Maybe it was because he didn’t carry the weight that he did when he had all of his memories. Whatever the reason he’d been in a terrible mood this whole hun, and it was a nice reprieve.

“And Sam is my brother… right?” 

“Yeah Dean, Sam is your brother,” she answered him as she unpacked the bag from the gas station in front of him, full of treats he liked, knowing it would keep him busy until Sam got there, and they could reverse this shit once he was safe and at home again. 

“And you’re Y/N… My girlfriend?” He questioned, and she froze wide eyed on the spot. She’d told him that her name was Y/N like a million times, and that she hunted with them occasionally, but she never told him she was his girlfriend. She’d never take advantage of him that way. Even if she did always harbor feelings for the handsome elder Winchester, she never thought he saw her that way, so she just kept them to herself. 

“Uhm… Yes, my name is Y/N, but I’m not your girlfriend Dean, just a co-worker so to speak.”

“Oh,” Dean said, looking down at the remote in his hand sadly for a moment. “It would have been really cool if you were my girlfriend.” He admitted and her heart jumped into her throat, and she momentarily forgot how to breathe as his big green eyes looked up at her so innocently.

Y/N took the pie that she held in her hands and placed it down in front of him, and he looked down at it questioningly. “It’s pie,” she told him. “You like it.” 

Dean ripped the pie tin open and shoved a large bite into his mouth, humming and rolling his eyes as the taste exploded on his tongue. 

“Can deal with the girlfriend thing after we get my memories back? Because I was serious about that.” Dean announced around another large bit, and Y/N could only stand there in stunned amazement, mouth gaping open like a fish out of water for a moment before she could make her mouth work again. “Sure Dean, if that’s what you really wanna do?”

“Yeah, yeah I think it is,” he admitted proudly. “Man, I do love pie.”

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[lastcallatrockysbar]

This is a couple of days late, but the deanwinchesterweek prompt for Music Moment inspired this little drabble in my head, so I’ll share it anyway 😊 Thanks to @firefly-graphics for the divider!

Dean yawned as he started coffee brewing, standing still for a moment to breathe in the enticing aroma. Eyes closed, he smiled to himself. Usually he was the one bracing himself for the next catastrophe, constantly reminding himself that the few hours or days of peace wouldn’t last. But the last few weeks had finally begun to settle into his bones, his outlook shifting.

When she had come into their lives, things had definitely improved. But now that he had finally admitted his feelings and they had started an actual relationship, he found his mood was downright sunny. He shook his head at himself. “Little Mary freaking Sunshine, that’s what you sound like right now,” he berated himself, but he was still smiling as he took a swallow of coffee and pulled out the makings of breakfast.

As he set the carton of eggs down, he reached for the radio, turning on the classic rock channel, grimacing slightly at the current drone of news. He hitched his sweatpants up a little, turning his head as she walked into the room. She barely had her eyes open, shuffling along in her baggy socks and boxer shorts, along with a stolen henley. (She had insisted to him that it had shrunk in the wash, but he doubted it was true – it looked pretty damn good on her, anyway.)

He stepped up behind her and slid an arm around her waist, bending to kiss the side of her neck as she stood with her face practically buried in her coffee mug. “’Mornin’, babe,” he said softly, and she  leaned back into him. She mumbled her reply, and he moved back to the stove. “You want pancakes, or just bacon and eggs?”

The voice on the radio announced a Bob Seger song, and Dean’s face lit up with a grin as the first notes of Old Time Rock and Roll drifted from the speaker. He reached to turn the volume all the way up, grabbing the whisk in his other hand as the second ‘DAH DAH DAH DAH DAH DAH DAH DUH’ echoed through the kitchen. She whirled to face him, eyes wide as he began to bellow out the words into his whisk-mic. “Just take those old records off the shelf…”

She began to giggle as he danced around, singing at the top of his lungs. He reached for the spatula on the counter and handed it to her, eyebrows raised expectantly, then grabbed her hand and dragged her to the open area of the floor. “Sing with me!”

“I like that old time rock and roll!” Their voices rang through the bunker with complete disregard for the notes, the two of them dancing around each other as they wailed into their makeshift microphones.

By the time they reached the last chorus, Sam was standing in the doorway, head shaking in disbelief as he watched them performing with complete abandon. When she turned to see him there, she struck a pose and threw one arm out, pointing a finger at him as they sang one more round of ‘I like that old time rock and roll!’ Sam couldn’t suppress a snort of laughter as he finally walked into the room, heading for the coffee pot.

The song faded to its end, and Dean hugged her, both of them rosy-cheeked and laughing at their own antics. Dean pulled back with a gasp as the guitar riff to Nazareth’s Hair of the Dog blared forth, and Sam turned to throw them an indulgent smirk as he left the kitchen, moving towards the library where the decibel level was a little more ear-friendly. “Now you’re messin’ with a  - son of a bitch!” followed him down the hall as the two self-appointed rock stars scream-sang into their kitchen utensils.

He sat down at the table, shaking his head with a grin. Dean was happier these days – not quieter, but definitely happier.

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[alexsoenomel]

POV: Texts between You and Dean Winchester

Bonus if you like Pedro Pascal:

This is what happens when I can't sleep

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[strawlessandbraless]

Angels: Brother, you have been chosen for this mission to save the righteous man from hell. But Castiel, hear me well. Do not covet the Michael Sword, big plans for that sword

*2 minutes later*

Castiel: I will lay claim to this living soul, rebuild him, mark him as my own, and carve my name into his ribs, gonna stare at him a lot, so much, gonna kiss him

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[waynes-multiverse]

Ok hear me out. I got this idea after the episode of Dean getting his "virginity" back and hooking up with the porn star when he's digging through her dresser and finds the DVD of her ANYWAY

Best friend Dean who's been pining after you for sooo long but doesn't want to fuck it up and lose you. You're hanging out when you ask him to go grab something from your room and he's digging through your drawers looking and accidentally comes across some lingerie and now it's days later and he's so hot and bothered cuz he can't think of anything else (the boy has a serious panty kink lets be honest) and you catch him in your room going through your drawers again and OH

A/N: As I warned y'all, this is a longer DD because, well, the prompt was long, so it's not really my fault. All that backstory took on a life of its own, but I think no one will be mad about it 😅 Again, I had tons of fun with this one! You'll see 🤣

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Warnings: +18/NSWF, a ridiculous heat wave, friends to lovers (Wayne's Version), crack, a panty kink, some sneaky fluff, and some hot lovin' aka smut (oral f & face sitting)

Word Count: 4.5k (whoops)

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Cruel Summer

“You open the beaches on the 4th of July, it’s like ringing the dinner bell for Christ’s sake…”

As Jaws flickered across the screen in the Dean Cave, the green-eyed hunter adjusted himself in his seat. Usually, he had perfect control over himself and his feelings for you.

But on some days – like today – when you sat right next to him on the couch in nothing but a loose t-shirt and some short sweatpants, fanning yourself with an old magazine of Busty Asian Beauties as beads of salty sweat collected on your forehead and trickled down your neck, you made it hard for him.

“God, I’m so hot,” you sighed exhaustively and sunk further into the couch cushions, lifting your shirt from your sticky skin to let some cool air to your boobs as a heat wave ravaged through Kansas.

Painfully hard.

“Dean?” You pouted with your best puppy dog look at your best friend.

“Huh?” Dean was in trance, watching you more than the movie, always on the edge of getting caught one of these days.

“We’re out of Sour Patch Kids. I have more in my nightstand. Can you get them for me please?” you asked sweetly. “I don’t wanna move. I might actually die from heat exhaustion.”

Dean sighed and wordlessly rose from his seat. He knew you always kept an array of salty and sweet midnight snacks in your room in case you got hungry and didn’t want to wander into the kitchen in the middle of the night.

Moreover, he was grateful for the break. God knows he couldn’t stand to be around you any longer, or he would’ve been too tempted to rip your clothes off and really make you sweat.

I’ll show her a damn heat exhaustion, he thought with a scoff.

Hastily grabbing the desired snack, his green eyes then caught something red and lacy sticking out from the first drawer of your dresser. The hunter knew the decent and honest thing would’ve been to just keep moving and leave your godforsaken room.

Turn around, as Bonnie Tyler sang. But for some reason, his bright eyes couldn’t resist, his curiosity overtaking him.

Dean opened the drawer with the intention to push the naughty little clothing item back into its place and out of sight. Get rid of the temptation, so to speak. It sounded like the perfect loophole. He got to touch it and look at it, but for a very heroic and noble reason – not because he was a creepy perv, violating his best friend’s privacy.

On some level, Dean knew he’d never stand a chance with you. He wasn’t good enough. He had so much baggage all his suitcases wouldn’t even fit into the bunker.

A damn touch of a pair of panties you weren’t even wearing was all he would ever get from you.

But then his fingers touched the soft and see-through material, his pads tracing every delicate scarlet thread with precision and care. It was game over for him then and there, cursing himself internally for not resisting harder as his cock twitched joyfully in his jeans.

Dean had laid his eyes on you the second you strolled with swinging hips into that diner in Wichita for your very first case together, a werewolf hunt six years ago. And he had managed to get by without an incident for years since then, even when you moved into the bunker, being rather proud of that achievement. He never wanted to lose you as a friend and didn’t dare to cross a line. Ever.

Recently, though, it became more difficult to keep his distance and not let his thoughts wander. His feelings were magma that slowly had filled a volcano over the years. Each time you did something sexy or sweet or goofy or smart, another drop was added. And now, that damn fire mountain was overdue for an eruption – no thanks to that stupid heat wave.

“Thanks,” you said absentmindedly as the hunter handed you the candy but didn’t settle back down. Instead, he stood behind the sofa and leaned his hands on the backrest.

What you didn’t know, though, was that Dean was sporting quite the boner and wouldn’t dare to come into your line of view. He was surprised he could even walk up straight and not like a caveman early in the evolution.

A hunter gathering panties.

“I’m gonna hit the hay,” he told you with a somber clear of his throat. As the fan carried a breeze of your perfume to his nose, his grip tightened on the couch.

You turned in your seat and looked over your shoulder at him, raising a surprised brow. “Already? But the movie’s not over.”

“Yeah, I’m beat,” he excused and tried his best not to look strained. He forced a tight smile to his lips while his little dude celebrated Spring Break in his jeans. “‘Sides, we’ve seen Jaws like a million times now, Y/N.”

It was a cherished summer tradition between the two of you, watching it every 4th of July.

“I guess so.” You shrugged disappointedly, watching your best friend retreat to his room. Truth was, you loved spending time with Dean and held those little traditions close to your heart.

The Winchesters were your family, the only one you ever had. And while some families wore matching pajamas on Christmas morning, you watched the first two Die Hard movies. You would watch Dean’s favorite horror movies on Halloween. Sixteen Candles and High Fidelity on your birthday, Tombstone and The Great Escape on Dean’s, and some lame-ass foreign language documentaries that you both snored through on Sam’s.

Valentine’s Day was a dreaded non-holiday for all three of you, but for the past four years, someone would leave a box of chocolate in front of your door. The salted caramel ones would always be missing, and it always came with the same Forrest Gump quote:

I’m not a smart man, but I know what love is.

You knew the anonymous someone was Dean, and you knew he meant it as a joke. Still, you clung to those little traditions. They might seem silly and stupid to some, but to you, they were your lifeline in a world full of darkness.

So, you felt rather saddened Dean didn’t seem to honor them anymore. It wasn’t just Jaws, either. He’d been withdrawing from you for a while, and you didn’t understand why.

Unbeknownst to you, the green-eyed hunter had kept a lacy souvenir from your room.

Now, Dean had managed to avoid you for four days. Every night since his stealthy excursion, he would lie in his bed with your stolen panties in one hand and his throbbing length in the other, feeling goddamn pathetic for sinking so low.

It was probably so low that even his memory foam mattress would remember it.

With closed eyes, he then imagined how the perky globes of your ass would look like covered in crimson lace. How you would stretch out on his bed on all fours, with your ass high in the air and wiggling in front of him. How his fingers would push the wicked material aside to push into you, taking you deep and hard while you moaned his name.

As he ruined tissue after tissue, the guilt would wash over him as soon as he was done. Call it a post-nut epiphany.

Dean knew it was wrong to think those things. He knew he only made it harder for himself to ever look you into the eyes again. Hell, he barely could do it now, even though a part of him audaciously wondered what other treasures were hiding in that drawer of yours. And more pressingly, what ultimate wealth he would find beneath your clothes. If your lingerie was gold, he’d be a creepy-ass dragon sitting on it.

So, Dean tried to avoid you as best as possible. Mostly because, well…

“God, fuck me,” you groaned exhaustively and opened the refrigerator door, leaning against it as the refreshing cold hit you from behind. On top of that, you held a big bag of frozen peas to your sweaty chest. You already wore the bare minimum – some short denims and a white tank top, your hair up in a messy bun.

“I swear underboob sweat is the worst. Just be glad you don’t have tits,” you complained. “Guys, seriously, can we invest in an AC? This heat wave is killing me! This bunker is like one giant oven…”

You watched as Dean squirmed in his seat as he ate his cereal, looking as uncomfortable as you. Surely, the boys were suffering just as badly during those sweltering temperatures, already forgoing the usual flannels and opting for plain t-shirts instead. How they were still wearing jeans was beyond you. When you first moved in, you protested against Dean’s suggestion of Naked Tuesdays, but these days, you were actually giving it a second thought.

“Well, I’m gonna drive to Kansas City today and see if I can get us an AC. Apparently, they’re all sold out, but I figured maybe with a bit of flirting and some cleavage, I can still get us one,” you explained your plan with a bright smirk and wiggled your eyebrows. “What d’you guys think, huh?”

Dean then abruptly banged his fist on the table, spilling some milk from his bowl on the surface. “For God’s sake, Y/N!”

You frowned in confusion at his unexpected outburst. “What’s up with you? Are you having a heat stroke?”

“Flirting, really?!” the hunter barked, his brow shaped into a deeply furious v.

“What’s wrong with that? Double standard much? You do it all the time to get shit,” you countered and watched his jaw clench in anger.

“I do-... not,” he remarked snappily with a fierce finger drilling into the table, clearly lacking a good argument. Sam cleared his throat in agreement with you, but that only earned him a glare. “And Jesus fucking Christ, would it hurt you to put on some goddamn clothes? You’re not even wearing a bra!”

“Did you not hear my tits rant just now? Of course I’m not! ‘Sides, those boobs are gonna get you an AC, so be a little more grateful to them,” you retorted, annoyed with his attitude. You’d think of all the people in this world, Dean Winchester would understand. (And maybe even appreciate it.) “And how can you even tell, huh?”

“‘Cause science, Y/N! You’re literally cooling your tits! What did you think was gonna happen, huh? Nipples!” he vented outrageously. “This ain’t a strip club!”

“It’s 102 degrees, Dean!” you argued, throwing your arms up. “Look, if I could, I’d even go naked, alright? It’s fucking hot!”

“Oh, for crying out loud!” Dean shook his head and stormed out of the kitchen without any further comment.

Confused, you blinked at the younger Winchester. “What’s up with him?”

But Sam only shrugged, shaking his head. “Uhm, I don’t know,” he replied, although he could take an educated guess, suspecting his brother’s feelings for you as the culprit.

“Well, alright, I’m going to Kansas City,” you decided without wasting another thought on the older Winchester’s strange behavior. “Text me if you guys need something. I can pick it up on my way home.”

Dean knew he was in deep trouble as his bow legs bolted down the bunker’s hallways. He tried so hard to keep it together, but when he saw you, half-naked and panting in front of the fridge, he quite literally lost his coolness in this goddamn heat wave.

The green-eyed hunter understood a thing or two about torture, but this was the worst of all. He’d rather have a demon repeatedly peel off his skin in hellfire than endure a day more of this fucking madness.

If the temperatures didn’t drop soon, it would be a cruel summer ahead of him.

As Dean heard the door to the garage close, he knew you’d left for your trip and exhaled a deep sigh of relief. At least he’d get a few hours of peace.

With the best intentions, he strolled to his bedroom, but as he passed your room on his way, he found the door ajar. Whatever good motives he had up until this point, went quickly out the window right then.

His hand twitched at the thought of more riches, worse than any trigger finger and competing with a California earthquake, and well, so did the dick in his jeans. It was an addiction at this point, an obsession he couldn’t resist nor get rid off. The fact that it was forbidden and wrong only made it even more appealing. The apple in the garden of Eden.

Unfortunately, there wasn’t an anonymous support group for this kind of sickness.

As unbearable shame and guilt collected in his stomach like rainwater in the gutter, his eager hands rummaged through your dresser drawer. There was purple lace and black satin, navy G-strings and white Brazilians. It was never ending, and the hunter couldn’t stop as he picked up each item and let his fantasies roam wild.

God, the things he wanted to do to you were as colorful as your rainbow full of underwear.

“Dean?!”

The green-eyed hunter froze in his place, a white lace panty still bunched up in his large palm. The hair in the back of his neck stood up in shock, a part of him refusing to turn around at the sound of your voice. He was caught red-handed, and he knew it.

“What are you doing in my room?” you prompted, suspiciously cocking an eyebrow. It looked fairly obvious what your best friend was up to, but you didn’t want to accuse him right away, giving him the benefit of the doubt.

Frankly, it was quite unbelievable.

“It’s not what it looks like,” Dean replied and swallowed thickly, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he held up his hands like a criminal during an arrest, the evidence still in his grasp.

“Well, it looks like you’re snooping through my lingerie,” you pointed out bluntly.

Dean nodded, guilt-ridden and reluctant. “I can explain.”

“Good,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest. “I’m waiting…”

“Right, uhm…”

“Oh, before you scramble for an answer, you should know, though, that I’m aware a pair of red lace panties is missing, and I know the washer didn’t eat them,” you said and raised an expectant brow.

You had a feeling your pervy best friend was behind the mystery of the missing item. Now you knew for sure.

“Man, I always knew you were a kinky son of a bitch, but this is a new level, Dean,” you scolded.

Dean’s gaze dropped to the floor in shame, scratching the nape of his neck. “Look, uhm, there’s no good excuse. I know I fucked up here. I’ll sleep in a motel tonight until I find my own place. You can stay here with Sam, alright? I’ll move out and won’t bother you anymore.”

As he tried to brush past you, you blocked his exit and grabbed his arm. “So, you’re gonna leave? Just like that?”

“What other choice do I have? I don’t wanna make you more uncomfortable,” he stated without glancing at you once. He couldn’t bring himself to look into your eyes and see the disappointment and disgust there. “I know what I did was wrong.”

“Oh, so wrong,” you agreed. “I just figured you wouldn’t run away like a coward and take your punishment like a man, you know? Aren’t you at all curious what I’m wearing right now?”

That was when Dean’s juniper eyes slowly wandered to you and caught your gaze for the first time. You smirked as his breathing became heavy and his look darkened and filled with lust. It seemed like he wanted to rip your clothes off with his goddamn bare teeth like a wild animal.

“I can’t tell if you’re joking or if I’m dreaming,” he admitted, his deep voice part harsh swallow and part nervous chuckle.

“Neither,” you said, biting your bottom lip.

Carefully, you leaned closer, your hands reaching up to cup his scruffy cheeks. Noses nuzzled as your lips ghosted against his with a daring grin. You wouldn’t go further; it was up to Dean to make that final decision.

And then, as no more than a mere second ticked by on the clock, the hunter crashed his lips against yours in a kiss so scorching it made the current heat wave look like an ice age. If you thought you were hot before, now it felt like you were burning in a wildfire.

Dean roughly pushed you against the door, his kiss all teeth and tongue in an uncontrollable frenzy. His dick was hard and thick, straining against his jeans and rubbing along your thigh. Pantingly, you gasped for air and grabbed his hand, guiding it down your body and into your shorts.

“Feel that?” you asked mischievously as his fingers dug through your soaked folds and collected the arousal he caused. A wanton growl left his plush lips. “All for you, baby. You’ve been a bad boy, haven’t you?”

“Shit, yeah, so bad…” Dean rasped huskily against your throat as he worshipped his path down your body, forcing your shirt up till his wet tongue rolled over your pert and still cold nipple.

“Gonna make it up to me, huh? Show me how sorry you are?” you prompted, your fingers raking through his sandy blond and soft hair, eliciting a groan from him every time you tugged a little harder.

Teeth pinched your skin, tongue cherished your taste, and lips left your throat bruised. It was equal parts hot, sweaty, messy, naughty, dirty, and sticky as your bodies rutted against one another, looking for dire release.

With swollen and plumper than before lips, he came back up for air and found your eyes. He kissed you with heated passion once more as if he couldn’t resist to touch you over and over again. He had to restrain himself to be able to speak.

“So, uhm, you sure about this?” Dean asked between labored breaths with an insecure gleam in his green eyes. “‘Cause if we go further, I don’t think I can stop. And I don’t mean just this time but ever… If you want this to be a one time thing, you gotta tell me, sweetheart, so I can mentally prepare myself. I mean, I’ll take what I can get, you know? Not that I care either way… Well, that’s not true. I do care. A lot… But, you know, you’re you, and I’m me, so I’m not delusional. I know there’s no way you would–”

You interrupted his babbling with a kiss, causing the hunter to lose his words. You looked deeply into his eyes and offered him a small smile of comfort.

“Dean, listen to me, okay? ‘Cause this is very important,” you urged, your hands gripping his shirt tightly.

He nodded, gulping anxiously. “O-Okay.”

“You’re incredible,” you said and watched him inhale sharply at your words, blinking at you in disbelief. “Absolutely fucking bonkers incredible. You’re right – you’re you. And thank God you are, because you’re the best, funniest, smartest, kindest, and goddamn hottest man I’ve ever met. I’m tired of you not seeing that. As my boyfriend, I really need to you to see that, alright?”

As Dean pensively took in your words, his brow began to furrow. “Boyfriend?”

The corners of your mouth rose to a beam. “Yeah, boyfriend,” you confirmed. “That’s what you want, right? ‘Cause I’d really like that, too.”

“Uh, yeah, yeah… That’s what I want.” Dean nodded eagerly before another swallow followed. “I mean, among other things…”

You bit your lip, smirking. “What other things?”

“Well, uhm…”

Dean didn’t finish his sentence, his lips impatiently claiming yours instead. He pressed you hungrily back against the door, massive hands sliding down your sides till they hooked into the hem of your denim shorts and ripped them down to your ankles, leaving you only covered in teal lace. He growled shamelessly at the sight, his thick digits eagerly diving inside.

“Wanna be inside you,” he groaned into your ear, thumbing furiously at your clit. “Every hour of every day…”

“We can do that,” you agreed with a giggle, your arms locking around his neck, fingers carding through his hair in the back.

“Wanna feel your mouth around my–” The last word was muffled as he ravaged your neck, but you understood where he was going with this.

“You can do that,” you said with a smile.

“And fuck, I want you to ride my face,” he declared. That demand left you speechless, making even Dean stop for a minute and look at you. “Too far?”

You shook your head and smirked. “I can do that.”

Before Dean’s mind could fathom your words, you shoved him onto the bed, his back hitting the mattress. When you stood before him, slotted between his muscular legs, his gaze trailed up and down your body, memorizing every beautiful curve. As your fingers curled into the waistband of your panties, however, the hunter stopped you.

“Leave ‘em on, sweetheart. Don’t you dare take those off,” he told you, his hands rapaciously reaching out to you.

You played with the hem of your top and smirked, your tongue licking over your lips. “What about this? On or off?”

“Off,” he shot back faster than a bullet leaving a barrel.

“You first,” you demanded and grinned. “Remember, this is still your punishment.”

“God, I love getting punished,” Dean mumbled and slipped out of his shirt. He then swiftly shimmied out of his jeans, discarding each item carelessly around the room.

He then took a deep breath as he tugged the waistband of his boxers, his erection already fighting its way out. “Well, here goes nothing,” the hunter said and pulled his underwear down.

You tilted your head to see his hard cock from a better angle as it sprang against his stomach. Your lips parted in anticipation, wondering what he’d taste like on your tongue and how deep you’d be able to take him. You guessed there’d be a struggle ahead, considering how huge and wide he was.

“Oh, I would not call that monster nothing,” you commented with a scoff, your pussy throbbing with need. “Explains all that BDE.”

Dean blushed. It was cute to watch. “Thank you.”

Giggling, you removed your shirt and tossed it at his face, blinding him for a second. You used that momentum to slide onto the bed and straddle his torso. As his eyes finally found you again, he almost choked on his spit when he gazed up at your perfect tits above him. A primal grunt escaped his throat.

With a mesmerized sparkle in his eyes, his hands trailed up your body and cupped your breasts, massaging them roughly as your panties grew damper by the minute. He then pulled you down to his lips and kissed you breathless before he left them with a boyish smirk on his freckled face.

“Hop on, sweetheart.”

And as if his words hadn’t been enough motivation, his hands wandered to palm your ass and hauled you closer to his mouth. He was an impatient one – or maybe he’d waited years for this and was finally tired of it.

Your knees sunk into the mattress on either side of his stubborn head. His fingers dented your flesh as they grabbed onto your thighs. Yours held onto the headboard for support. You tried not to look down, because then you’d see his big lopsided and full of excitement grin.

The same one he had when you found a diner in Kentucky that advertised the biggest burger in America (it wasn’t). The same one he had when he thought he had run into a member of Metallica at a gas station outside of Phoenix (he didn’t). The same one he had when you and Sam gifted him his own beer brewing station for his last birthday (which tasted horrible, but neither you nor Sam had the heart to tell him).

And now, he had that same grin when he was about to be with you.

As your pussy dripped above him, Dean couldn’t hold back his lewd groans any longer. You didn’t even have to lower yourself; he just dragged you down onto his face all to eagerly. His fingers swiped your panties to the side, and before you could even adjust your grip on the bedpost, his tongue darted into your soaked channel as deeply as he could and sucked you goddamn dry.

With several whimpers, you clenched around his wet muscle. If you were water in the desert, he was parched and drinking to survive.

His nose was buried in your folds, rubbing deliciously against your clit as he lapped your pussy in a vicious attack that left you squirming and moaning to a pornographic degree above him. Because Dean was just that – pure porn.

Instinctively and irresistibly, you ground your cunt against him, the vibrations of his keen groans against your sensitive flesh rocking you to the edge of your climax. He ate you out and devoured you like that damn gigantic burger in Kentucky. And as you dared to blink down and watch him in action, he had the audacity to devilishly smirk up at you with the crinkles around his green eyes alone, gauging your every reaction to his touches as if you were a goddamn movie on a silver screen.

You trembled and quivered and screamed as your orgasm electrified every molecule in your body. You white-knuckled the wood in your grip, your body only held up by Dean’s strong arms because God knows your weak legs were useless now.

As wave after wave washed over you, Dean drank every drop of yours, his tongue never getting enough of your taste. The sounds that filled the room were carnal and obscene.

“Fuck, Dean,” you sighed blissfully and lifted off his face and captured his swollen and red lips in a grateful kiss, your palms finding purchase on his broad shoulders. Your drenched and sensitive cunt settled on his thighs as an egregiously large erection poked your belly and tempted you further.

Dean smirked up at you, all satisfied and confident with his achievement. “I think we have a slight problem, though.”

Your brow knitted, your heart tightening with anxiety. Had you been as disappointing as the burger, beer, and that fake Metallica band member?

But Dean only grinned teasingly at your confused face. “There’s no way I learned my lesson here.”

You snorted and sought out his lips, the kiss giving you a taste of yourself. “We’ll work on that. I might have to nickname you Jaws after this,” you joked.

“Can’t wait for you to explain that one to Sammy.” Dean snorted, chuckling. “Now, how about you hop on again, but this time a little further south, huh?” he proposed with a wiggle of his eyebrows and a suggestive twitch of his cock for emphasis.

You giggled with a few nods. “I can do that.”

Was it worth the words? 😝

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Y/N: Whenever Dean is about to use the shower after me, I turn the temperature to scalding.

Sam: Why-why would you do that?

Y/N: To make him think I am capable of withstanding that pain. I take normal showers, but I want Dean to be a little scared of me.

Sam: (sighs) You’re both idiots.

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pov: your camera roll if you were on a vacation with sam, dean and castiel

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[supernaturalfreewill]

"Dean—"

He looked up to see you standing in the doorway, already in your pajamas which just happened to be one of his old t-shirts. Sam had gone to bed hours ago.

"Aren't you coming to bed?" you asked him, your forehead creased a little.

"I'm not tired," Dean sighed. "I'll be fine. I should keep working on this."

You stepped farther into the room. The floor was cold on your bare feet and the gentle padding sound of your steps echoed softly. "But if you don't," you said, stopping behind him and looping your arms around his neck, "I'll be so lonely without you. Come lay with me so I can feel whole again and fall asleep," you murmured. Your body leaned in against his and you nuzzled into the crook of his neck.

Dean sighed and his eyes closed, but he couldn't help smiling. His hand rested lightly on your forearm. "Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns?" he chuckled.

"Maybe," you hummed, kissing his neck. "Is it working?"

Dean laughed again. "Yes. Yes, it is."

"Oh, good," you breathed against his skin, and Dean could hear that you were smiling.

"Question..." Dean said softly. "You wearing anything else under that Metallica t-shirt?"

Now, it was your turn to laugh. "Why don't you come to bed and find out?"

"Oh, I'm definitely finding out," he said, pushing back from the table and turning just in time to see you scampering away toward the bedroom, biting your bottom lip.

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[jawritter]

Tell me about what happened when Dean overhears you telling a friend about the sex dream you had about him last night.

This One’s A Keeper

Warnings: None really. Maybe some language. 

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader 

Word Count: 553

A/N: this one is written in Dean’s POV. 

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Dean leaned heavily against the frame of Y/N’s bedroom door, the smirk unremovable from his freckle dusted face, and his finger over his mouth as a reminder to keep his fucking trap shut as he listened with unbridled glee at she told his baby brother about the sex dream she’d had about him the night before.

Oh, he’d heard her too alright, seeing as the pair of them shared a bedroom wall, but he wouldn’t allow himself to think or even hope that He was the cause of all those pretty noises she was making, and hearing that he WAS indeed the culprit, well, that just thrilled him to no end. 

“I don’t know Sam. Everything was just so vivid, and real, and… Fuck I think I’m loosing my mind here,” she went on, her voice muffled by her hands that, even though Dean couldn’t see them where clearly covering her face in attempt to shield her from embarrassment. 

Fuck he thought she was so fucking cute when she got embarrassed like that. It just did things to him. He wanted more than anything to have her stretched out on his bed, all flushed and pretty like that for a whole other host or reason, but he always thought she was out of his reach, now, judging by what he was hearing, maybe not. Maybe he just needed to play his cards right, and not get in a hurry, and then maybe, just maybe, he will be able to get her just where he wants her. 

“Y/N, you’re not losing your mind. You’re just over tired, and you’ve been spending way too much time with my brother as of late, you need a girls night or something. Get your mind off of Dean, and on something besides hunting.”

“Girl’s night,” she snorted with a slightly mocking tone. “So what, you want me to slap a dress on your tall ass and call it a girls night? Cause let’s face it Sammy, I don’t exactly have a whole lot of friends at my disposal.”

Dean slapped his hand over his mouth to keep from audibly laughing at the thought of Sam in a dress on a girls night, because that would have given away his position for sure. 

“Just… Here,” Sam said, tossing what sounded like keys at her. “Go for a ride, clear you head a little. It might help.”

“Thanks Sam,” she said with a huff, Dean scrambled back against the wall as Sam pushed your door open, meeting his older brother’s boys grin with an eye roll as he closed Y/N’s door behind tightly, and marched over to his older brother as quietly as he could manage with his oversized frame. 

“No!” He whisper-yelled. “Dean, no, she’s my friend. You’re not going to use her and toss her like you do all those other girls you play with.”

“Oh Sammy,” Dean chuckled, slapping his hand on his baby brother's shoulder slightly painfully. “This one is a keeper.”

Then he marched towards her room, knocking on her door with full intent to take her on that ride to clear her head, because after all, he’d be an idiot to let someone like her slip out of his hands, and that was one mistake he just wasn’t going to make.

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[wayward-dreamer]

Couldn't Resist

Square/s Filled: Car sex @spnaubingo

Pairing: Dean x F!Reader

Word count: 915

Summary: Y/N can't resist Dean when he's wearing a suit.

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, smut: dirty talk, unprotected sex (wrap it up people), car sex, public sex

A/N: Just felt like writing something short, hope you all like it! Happy reading :)

“God, we shouldn’t be doing this…”

“You’re the one who jumped me, sweetheart-”

Dean’s words were interrupted as Y/N’s lips molded to his, the kiss passionate and rough, matching the frenzy of her hands unbuttoning the top of his white shirt, knowing they didn’t have the time or the space to undress completely but she still needed to feel him. They were on a case, both of them talking to witnesses while Sam was doing research back at the motel, and well… when she saw Dean in his FBI suit she really couldn’t resist any longer than she already had since that morning. So on the drive back to the motel, she told him to pull into an alleyway next to a strip mall, climbing into his lap just as he turned off the engine to the car. It was broad daylight, there were side exits to the stores so anyone could walk out and see them, but she really couldn’t give a fuck in that moment. With her boyfriend’s hard cock pressing against her wet panties, the only thing she cared about was freeing him from the confines of his dress pants as much as she could, and getting him inside her immediately.

“What did you tell Sam?” she asked, breathlessly as his lips moved down her neck.

“Baby needed fuel,” he replied between kisses along her neck.

Y/N glanced over her shoulder to see a man walk past the alley, too distracted by his phone. Anyone walking past could easily look down the length of the lane and see them through the windshield.

“We should hurry,” she muttered, reaching for his belt.

Dean smirked as his palms slid up her thighs and over the curve of her ass, her black skirt bunched up around her waist, her own white shirt open down to her stomach with her white lace bra exposed to him, and hopefully only him. He pulled her panties aside just as she undid his pants, wrapping her hand around his incredible girth as she lifted herself up, slightly. There wasn’t any time to waste, so she didn’t, sinking down on him and letting out a rough gasp as his shaft stretched her walls, completely sheathed by them. He held onto her hips and helped her rock against him, her hands clenching his shirt tight as she threw her back, moaning loudly at the feel of his cock pumping in and out of her tight heat.

“Fuck, this is the best idea you’ve ever had, babe,” he groaned, his neck straining, veins pressed against his skin as he laid his head back against the top of the seat. “You look so fucking good like this, love it when my good girl gets so deseprate for me.”

She moaned wantonly as she continued to ride him, his hands pulling her hips down hard and fast, just the way she liked it. The head of his shaft was pressing against her g-spot with every thrust, her walls gripping him tight every time and she knew she wouldn’t be able to hold on for too long. Which was probably a good thing because of where they were. Quickies in the Impala were few and far between considering they were always with Sam, so whenever they found some time alone, they had to take it.

“Oh fuck, oh god, Dean,” she whimpered, dropping her back down and staring deep into his green orbs. “Love the way you feel, love feeling your cock inside me…”

“Shit,” he hissed, his lips pulling into a grin as he watched her. “So perfect, look so good riding my cock, sweetheart. You close?”

“Yeah,” she gasped, taking his hand and bringing it between her legs.

Y/N bounced faster on Dean’s lap just as his fingers circled her swollen nub, sounds of pleasure leaving both of them as they chased that blissful release. Her head tipped back as her hand pressed into the top of the car for leverage, her moans growing louder as her hips faltered, and he knew how close she was. With one last moan from both of them, her core tightened, her walls clenching around his throbbing cock, wetness covered him just as spurts of his seed spilled inside her. They both tried catching their breath as they came down from the high, a soft giggle escaping her as her eyes met his.

“Fuck, that was awesome,” he smirked, pulling her down for a searing kiss.

She hummed against his lips, wrapping her arms around his neck as she pushed herself closer to him. They were lost in the moment until she briefly opened her eyes, her peripheral view catching someone opening the back door to one of the stores. She ripped her mouth away from Dean’s, leaving him stunned in his seat as she climbed off his lap.

“Someone’s there,” she huffed, quickly fixing her clothes.

That launched him into action as well, making sure he was decent before starting the car, the engine roaring to life. He drove forward, looking through the rearview mirror and grinning as he saw the confused store owner watching them leave. As he pulled out onto the main road, they looked at each other, both of them erupting into laughter. He took her hand in his and brought to his lips, planting a soft kiss to her knuckles as they made their way back to the motel.

His girl was full of surprises and he loved it.

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[trexrambling]

can I ask for another Touches drabble? Kisses 26 with Dean please?

"giggling while kissing" *for some reason, this one didn’t flow super well for me, but I’m *okay* with the end result

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“Shhhhhhh, you’re going to wake up Sam!”

I slap my hand over my mouth, trying to control the laughter that’s doing its best to push its way through. Dean steers me through the motel door by my shoulders, helping to stabilize my off-balance footsteps.  

“Dean, did you see the look on their faces-”

“You are whisper shouting right now.”

“-when I freaking-” I slap his shoulder, a snort escaping my nose- “when I emptied off that pitcher and then reached for the next one?” I’m wheezing at this point, knees giving out as I hunch over.

He closes the door and then readjusts his grip on me, my back finding the wall as he holds me upright with his own body. “Pretty sure no one was expecting you to outdrink that guy, me included. But it’s late, so if you could maybe tone it down a little-”

Another giggle slips through alongside a hiccup. “Why didn’t we bet money on that, on me? We would have cleared the house-”

His lips are suddenly over mine, silencing my words but doing little to stop my relentless laughter. I feel him smile against my mouth, and then he readjusts his hold on me to deepen the kiss. I manage to stop long enough to draw in a breath through my nose so I don’t pass out from the lack of oxygen, refocus my brain as I lean into his next kiss.

He pulls away a few seconds later, his forehead resting against mine, a goofy grin on his face.��“You are something else, you know that?”

“Shhhhhh,” I reply, a finger against his lips, “no talking. Can’t wake Sammy.”

“I’ve been awake ever since you two stampeded through the door.” Sam’s voice carries across the room, thick with sleep and agitation. “Now shut up and go to sleep.”

Dean and I freeze, looking at each other with wide eyes, and then we’re both laughing as he picks me up off the floor and into his arms, carrying me across the room, held tightly to his chest. 

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[deancaskiss]

cas is the one to lean in for a kiss; soft and tender and sweet against dean’s lips. but when he goes to pull away, something yanks at dean’s heartstrings. he grabs at cas, holding him steady so they’re breathing each others air. he’s not ready for the kiss to end. “one more,” dean murmurs against cas’ mouth, stealing another kiss. “one more,” he repeats a few seconds later, making cas smile against his lips. “one more, one more, one more.” and cas pulls dean closer, keeping his mouth against dean’s as he murmurs back, “you can have as many kisses as you want, dean. forever.” this time, cas kisses him deep and slow, as if there was no rush and nothing else in the world except them with their lips pressed together. “one more,” dean whispers, and cas kisses him again.

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[naughtystiel]

"Yeah, it- Shit, I haven't seen anything this bad in a long time." Victor said right before he retched and then the sound of him emptying his stomach echoed in the quiet forest. Together with Castiel, Dean ducked under a yellow tape that was tied loosely around trees and stopped right in front of Victor who was now wiping his mouth with a sleeve of his jacket. "What a sick fuck could do something like this?"

"Do we know who the victim is?" Castiel asked, putting a tip of a cigarette between his lips.

"No- Not yet." Victor paled even more, trying not to retch. "That bad?" Dean chimed in, a sympathetic expression on his face. At least he hoped so.

"To the point that I'm not sure we will be able to find out who she was. Well, maybe... Maybe we will have some luck with her fingerprints. If they're good enough. She- Fuck! She almost looks like she got pushed through a meat grinder." Before Dean could say anything, Victor was behind a tree, vomiting again.

"Go get some water, Vic. We will go have a look now." Castiel exhaled a puff of smoke and nudged Dean to follow him. It only took them a minute or so to get to the crime scene. Victor wasn't exaggerating when he described the victims state; she was basically ripped to shreds, one leg nestled in moss five meters away. Dean crouched next to the body, his hands in the pockets of his jacket, and titled his head, "Man, this is bad."

Castiel hummed in agreement, "That it is." He glanced back, but Victor and his partner still stood by their car, clearly staying away from the gory sight that was nightmare worthy. With the cigarette now between his fingers, he crouched next to Dean and dipped them in some squelchy part of the body. Dean's eyebrow furrowed, but he still wrapped his lips around Castiel's fingers when he pressed them to his mouth. The blood wasn't even entirely cold yet. Castiel gave him a small, pleased smile, "Next time... Let's try not to get so carried away, this is messy even for us."

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[kaleldobrev]

Taste

Pairing: Dean Winchester x F. Reader

Feat. Character(s): Reader & Dean Winchester

Summary: Dean going down on you in the back of Baby

Word Count: 657

Warnings: Cursing (4x), Smut (Fingering & Oral — F Receiving)

Authors Note: Takes place during season one | If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡

The uncomfortableness of the backseat didn’t faze you, as having sex in this specific position was one you were accustomed to; even before picking up Sam from Stanford.

Late night make out sessions before quietly leaving the motel room to find solace in Baby had become routine for you and Dean, as neither one of you wanted to be the one responsible for waking up Sam; knowing that he would give an earful to both of you.

Your bare back slightly stuck to the leather as Dean started to trail kisses down your chest and abdomen, stopping just above the hem of your shorts. The sounds of your back lifting up from the leather caused Dean to stop what he was doing, slight concern crossing his face. “Want me to put the blanket or my jacket down?” He asked, his hands already going for the blanket on the floor.

“Please,” you replied; almost semi-peeling yourself up from the leather seat. You covered your chest with your arms, unsure of why you did so, as this wasn’t the first (nor would it be the last) time Dean had seen you naked.

Happy with the placement of the blanket, he gave you a quick peck on the lips before gently lying you back down onto the backseat — your back no longer sticking to the leather.

Dean went back to kissing your abdomen again, and then hooked his fingers into the waistband of your shorts. You lifted your ass up a bit, just enough for him to remove your shorts — the look in his eyes was priceless when he realized you had nothing on underneath. “Expecting this were you?” He grinned, throwing your shorts onto the floor next to him.

Spreading your legs, you couldn’t help but grin. “Always,” you said, starting to run your fingertips up and down your thigh.

Without a second thought, he hooked your legs over his shoulders; his eyes level with your now exposed pussy. “Been wanting to do this all day,” he said, starting to kiss your inner thighs.

“Says the one who just gave me shit for going commando,” you grinned. You could feel his slightly stubbled smirk in your thighs, followed by him mumbling something you couldn’t quite make out.

His tongue made a long strip on your clit, and you let out a small moan at the contact. You too had been craving this all day. His tongue started slow, doing those intricate swirls he usually did so effortlessly with his tongue, that caused you to slightly squirm. His hand splayed on your stomach, trying to keep you from moving too much as he started to slowly fuck you with a combination of his fingers and tongue.

“Fuck,” you breathed out; feeling yourself starting to clench around him; a smirk returning on his lips. It didn’t take long for Dean to get you there, as he was a self proclaimed expert when it came to knowing exactly the right moves to get you to come not only quickly, but hard.

Your whole body shuddered, and your knees began to go weak. You were thankful for the support of his shoulders, as if you didn’t, you knew your whole body would have gone limp.

He continued to alternate between using his tongue and fingers as you rid out your orgasm; your pussy starting to get sensitive from the intense orgasm that your boyfriend had just provided you with.

Coming down from your high, he removed his fingers and tongue from you, and you slightly whined at the loss of him. "Always so fucking good," he said, sticking his fingers in his mouth, licking them clean.

As you propped yourself up on your semi-shakey elbows, he looked at you, slightly grinning, and you couldn't help but smirk in return. "What are you thinking about?" He asked.

"How it's my turn to taste you," you replied; a look of pure lust in his eyes.

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