Summary: Dean becomes Y/N’s whole life after the death of her boyfriend. He and Sam teach her hunting and Dean takes her to bed night after night, but what happens when he finds himself in love with her?
Warnings: Hardcore smut, Angst, Violence, Swearing and Dub! Con.
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The door slamming shut echoed through the bunker, and so did the boot falls that stormed down the stairs. Dean appeared first on the landing, not stopping as he stormed his way down yet another flight of stairs. “You’re getting a haircut.”
Sam reached the landing and rolled his eyes. “No, I’m not.”
“Yes, you are.” Dean snapped over his shoulder as he hit the bottom of the stairs. “Even if I have to do it my damn self.”
“Hey, uh, Y/N?” Dean cleared his throat and perched down on your bed. You took your headphones out and swivelled in your chair. He looked very uncomfortable which made you worried.
“Yeah, De?” “Well since me and Sammy are the ones raising you it’s our job to have certain…talks…with you.” “Okay…” You said slowly, glancing awkwardly around the room to avoid eye contact.
“Well…for girls, or women I guess, this thing happens once a month…I think…” He trailed off to pause for thought and you hid your smirk. Wow. You already knew about periods. Of course you knew. But this was way too hilarious to do anything about. “Thing?” You echoed, trying to look confused. “Yeah. So uh, your uh…frontal…area…” he looked down at his feet, “bleeds for a couple days.” To hide your laughter you quickly cried “What?!” “It’s normal. It’s completely normal. But uh, well you’re at the age where it could start.” “So I’m gonna piss out blood?!” You said. “I knew Sammy should’ve done this…I mean it’s basically hormones because you’re body thinks you’re pregnant-” “I’m pregnant?!” “No! Wait…why are you grinning?” Dean frowned.
Unable to hide it any more you burst out laughing and your brother shot you a bitch face. “Dean I know what a period is,” You grinned, “Sammy told me like a year back.” “He did?” Dean looked pale. “Yeah!” You giggled. His face dropped, “SAM!”
So. It’s been a marathon. But after starting supernatural season 1 episode 1 in the middle of February 2019- I am now caught up and will be watching season 14 episode 20 with the fandom. Wow it’s been a wild ride and I became completely obsessed and insane. Completely and totally worth it. Supernatural…
I now don’t know what to do with my life anymore haha.
It had only been a couple minutes but it already felt like hours. Trying to get the idea of Dean or his scent out of your mind was one of the hardest things you could ever imagine doing. You were sure you heard them say a couple more things but when you finally managed to gain most of your senses back, you were met with an absolute silence. It wasn’t the kind of silence you were used to, though.
Lifting your head, you slowly opened your eyes. You blinked and turned your head a bit in the direction of the door, making sure that really there was nobody talking or even pacing outside the door. It seemed like you were 100% alone, that’s what anyone would’ve thought. Yet how come you could feel them there?
Sucking in a shaky breath you whispered softly “A-are you still… there?”
It wasn’t loud enough but if someone was indeed at the other side of the door, then they certainly could hear. Only thing was you didn’t get a response and after a few seconds you started suspecting you were going crazy. You sighed, shaking your head as you rubbed your eyes “I’m losing my mind. Of course I am.”
“You have to focus on your well-being… not me, right now.” when you heard his voice, and again you would never mistake it for anybody else’s, your eyes widened and your entire body was stiff as if you had forgotten there was a locked door between the two of you “It’s just going to have to get worse before it gets better and I-” he hesitated “Sadly, I know I can’t do anything about it so you have to be prepared to go through all of it on your own.”
The softness in his voice took you by surprise. He was especially gentle and tender when speaking that he very easily managed to take most, if not all, of the tension of your body. You could practically picture the look on his face, caring and calm albeit with a hint of concern. This kind of Dean made your heart skip several beats. “Don’t worry ‘bout me, I can take it. ’M a tough girl.”
“Sure you are. I know it, I see it.” and then there was pride and adoration and you felt your lips pull into a big grin you couldn’t even believe “Must be them fangirl powers or something huh? Your kind is pretty strong as far as I know.”
Currently editing #TwoWorldsCollide bc it’s been 8 years, and I’m reliving the joys this fic brought me. Stating here, bc y’all won’t even notice (unless it’s bookmarked), you won’t get a notification. I’m taking into account some of the feedback y’all gave me, so hopefully it will be bigger and better than ever.