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Bonded - Epilogue - Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Soulmate AU where you can feel your soulmate's emotions. When you meet, usually their name appears on your wrist.

A/N: Finally here! So sorry this took SO long to get out. I've been kinda drained. Any feedback is appreciated! I also would love requests for anything Dean, Chris Evans characters, or Sebastian Stan characters! It can be blurbs, drabbles, or longer!

Word Count: 2.4K

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

P.S. I know that this is not in line with the timeline of the show, but for the purposes of this fic the boys already have the Bunker.

8 months later.

Reader POV

Waking up was different now. You woke up every morning with at least one of Dean’s arms wrapped around you and there was usually a leg wrapped around you too. Today was no different. Your eyes opened lazily as you woke up in your usual spot, halfway on top of Dean with one of his arms around your back and his thigh in between the two of yours. Your head was always laid on his chest. You didn’t even know why you had your own pillow on the bed, you never used it. Dean never allowed you to.

His other arm moved up and brushed some hair out of your face, signaling that he was also awake, causing you to lift your head and look up at him. His bright green eyes were wide open, staring down at you with the same adoration he had every morning.

If Dean was known for not being an early riser, you were notorious for it. You realized he had probably been awake for a little while now, but he didn’t want to wake you, so he had been holding you while you slept. It was things like this that made your heart clench in your chest, in a good way.

“G’Morning, gorgeous,” you hear him murmur, his voice was husky and deep with sleep, causing your cheeks to burn.

“How long have you been up?” you ask shyly, biting your lip as your eyes slide over his face and down his chest, admiring the freckles that littered his body. They were everywhere and so uniquely him.

“‘Bout an hour, but I didn’t wanna wake you. S’beautiful when you sleep on my chest like this. Reminds me of a little baby, my little baby,” he says, a smile tugging at his lips. His fingertips slide up and down your back, before he leans his head up to give your forehead a kiss.

A smile breaks across your face. Dean was incredibly soft with you. He could be quite harsh with everyone else, but the moment you were in his presence he softened. It shocked the hell out of Sam the first time he had ever seen it. He was gnashing teeth and barking orders, but the second you came up to him, placing your small hand against his chest, he immediately calmed and apologized to you and was saying he hoped he hadn’t scared you. It threw Sam for a loop, but it became something he took note of, now knowing how to reign in his older brother when necessary.

You shake your head and giggle slightly at Dean’s affectionate words and stare, rolling your eyes playfully. “You should have woken me up. You don’t have to just lay here because I’m asleep,” you say sincerely, feeling a little guilty he had been up for so long.

“First of all, I don’t have to do anything. I think I have proved to you that no one makes me do anything I don’t want to do - and you know that I absolutely love spending any time with you alone that I can, even if you are just sleeping on me.” he states plainly, “Second of all, I would never wake up the birthday girl before she’s ready!” he adds with a huge grin spreading across his cheeks, causing the lines beside his eyes to form. You just knew one day those lines were going to become a more permanent feature on his face, and you loved it. It was just another thing that made him Dean.

Before you could protest, Dean was yelling loudly. “Sammy! She’s awake!”

Sam came bursting through the door, balloons in hand as well as a tray full of all of your favorite breakfast foods.

“Happy Birthday, Y/N/N!” he cheered as he set the tray down on the foot of the bed.

You quickly sat up in the bed, your cheeks heated due to your lack of clothes. The only thing you were wearing was one of Dean’s old Led Zeppelin t-shirts. Thankfully, it fit more like a dress than anything.

“Thank you so much. You didn’t have to go to all of this trouble,” you smiled at Sam gratefully. You honestly weren’t sure how your birthday was going to go this year. There were still a lot of things left to learn about the Winchesters, but Dean and Sam had already made you feel like you were family.

“Well, I’d love to take the credit, but this was all Dean. Dean always makes the Winchesters’ birthdays special, always made sure mine was special, too, growing up,” he says with a fond smile.

Your eyes snap open, “You think I’m a Winchester?” you ask in shock, turning slightly to look between the two brothers.

“You think you’re not?” Dean asks, a frown forming on his face.

“Well, I don’t know. It’s not like we’re married or anything. It’s not like we can even get married, with you being wanted by the FBI and all,” you say with a shrug.

“Sweetheart, you’re my soulmate. My bonded soulmate. You are just as a part of this family as Sam or I am. You’re a Winchester as far as we’re concerned. Hell, if you want to change your name, nothing in the world would make me prouder than for you to have my last name. You haven’t been caught with us yet, you could simply change your name with no questions asked,” Dean rambles, his hand reaching out to grasp your own.

“Really?” You ask quietly, your heart racing in your chest, eyes darting back and forth between Dean and Sam, seeing both men nod their heads rapidly.

You leap forward, arms wrapping around Dean’s neck as you kiss his cheek. You giggle as he wraps his arms around you, sliding his hands up and down your back, pulling you to sit in his lap.

Your giggles stop for a moment as you blink your eyes a couple of times, feeling a bit lightheaded. Dean can feel you getting weak almost instantly. Immediately he snaps into overprotective mode.

“Y/N? Y/N what’s wrong, talk to me, baby,” he says urgently, concern evident in his voice.

You shake your head, giving him another laugh. “Dean, calm down. Just got lightheaded for a second there. I’m fine.”

“Are you sure? I could feel you getting weak,” he says, clearly not taking what you stated as truth.

“I’m fine. Let’s just eat breakfast. I need coffee!” you say, bouncing in his lap with a smile, feeling his arms wrap tighter around you. You knew he was still feeling protective. You could literally feel the stress from him.

His serious face finally cracks and he lets a smile show, “alright, sweetheart, let’s have breakfast,” he relents. “But just know, my real breakfast starts when Sammy leaves,” he smirks.

“Oh, gross!”

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After breakfast, Dean’s second breakfast, and getting ready for the day (with a lot of Dean distractions in between), you had finally managed to make it to the library to read a bit.

Ever since Dean had told you about the world that he was a part of, you had become fascinated with everything that had to do with lore. Dean liked to brag on you and say that his girl was a genius, but you knew he was just being silly. You were just hyper observant. Plus, it wasn’t all that hard to read him as your soulmate.

You quite liked reading up on all of the mythology, though, and you had become very well acquainted with it all in such a short period of time. Sam claimed by the time you were 3 months in with them that you already knew just as much as he did, if not more. Your retention of information astounded both Dean and Sam.

It still worried you to no end to let Dean go out on hunts. How could it not? Dean was literally one half of your soul, and you had to sit and wait at the bunker while he went to go fight the evil of the world.

“He’s a lot more cautious now that he’s met you,” rang in your ears. It was one of the first things Sam said to you after you waited at the bunker for him to come home from his first hunt since you had met. Sometimes that rang in your head over and over again. You hoped that it was true. You don’t know how you’d survive without Dean.

You loved the library so much that Dean had a couch put in there especially for you to curl up on. He knew how much you liked to curl up with a blanket while you read, so he wanted you to be as comfortable as possible while you researched leads for one of their cases. Even though Dean had forbade you from ever going out into “the field” for cases, he allowed you to help with the research, so as long as you stayed in the bunker while he worked on a case.

You curled up to your spot on the couch, pulling your fuzzy blanket up your legs and cracking open your book. Dean was taking his shower, since you denied allowing him to take his with you this morning, otherwise he would likely be sat behind you while you read your book.

You noticed that same lightheaded feeling again, as your eyes scanned over the pages. You shook your head, trying your best to have it go away. Suddenly a wave of nausea hit you, but you remained seated as you tried to steady yourself. You didn’t want to alert Dean. He was already so overprotective of you. You knew he would stress out if he thought you were even remotely sick.

You could feel the weakness in your body. You really hoped that you weren’t coming down with something. This was the first time you’d actually ever enjoyed your birthday.

You heard the wet slaps of feet hitting the concrete floor coming down the hallway before you saw a soaking wet Dean with a towel loosely hanging on his hips. He rushed towards you on the couch, kneeling down beside you. His hands instinctively made their way to the sides of your face, holding your head up for you.

“It’s alright, sweetheart. I got you. I got you - I’m here, baby,” he whispers, looking into your weak eyes.

You couldn’t explain the way you were feeling. The nausea was overwhelming, and you felt so dizzy you thought you might pass out. At first, you thought it might be the bond, like what happened the first time, but this felt different. It didn’t feel as connected to Dean as before.

Before you could ask Dean what was happening, your eyes rolled into the back of your head and things went black.

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Dean’s POV

He was in the middle of his shower, rinsing his hair as he felt it. Something was wrong. He could feel you getting sick, just like he had earlier. Something was off. You were weak this morning, weak right now. He knew you were about to get sick.

Quickly, he jumped out of the shower, grabbing a towel off the rack and wrapping it around his waist before taking off down the hall to the library. He didn’t care that he was soaking wet as he ran to find you. Panic was starting to settle into his veins as he felt you getting weaker.

As soon as he reached you he knelt down in front of you, placing his hands on the sides of your face. He knew he had to help keep your face up, as he could feel the strength leaving your body.

“It’s alright, sweetheart. I got you. I got you - I’m here, baby,” he whispers, looking into your weak eyes, knowing you were about to pass out.

He caught you as you fell, making sure to lay you down gently on the couch.

“Oh, sweet girl, it’s gonna be okay. You’re gonna be okay,” he whispered softly, knowing you couldn’t hear him.

He had started connecting dots over the past couple of days. You were different. You weren’t eating the same. Your sleep was off. He could feel how tired you were. He could feel the exhaustion. Now with the nausea, weakness, and passing out? Dean prided himself on knowing you and this was all coinciding with a date that he would never forget.

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He smiled down at you as he gently brushed your hair from your face, feeling you stir underneath his touch.

“Are you back with me, sweetheart?” he asks you gently, watching you intently as your eyes slowly open.

“What happened?” he hears you ask him blearily, feeling your fear begin to spark.

His smile widens as his eyes take you in with adoration.

“You remember second breakfast on Labor Day weekend, baby girl?” he asks with a smirk, pride swelling in his chest.

Your brows furrow, and he chuckles at the sight.

“Yes?” you reply, not understanding why he would reference something at a time like this.

“You also know how we told you you’re part of the Winchester family? And you ought to go and change your name?” he asks, smirking again at your confusion.

“Yes?” you respond again, still swimming in unknown thoughts.

“Well, sweetheart, we’re expanding that family by one more now, and you damn sure better be giving them our last name,” he grins, his smile crinkling at his eyes.

He could feel the love swelling in your chest and see both the shock and excitement on your face. He could hardly contain his own.

“You’re serious? We- we’re having a baby?” you ask, tears filling your eyes.

“Yes, we’re having a baby, baby!” he replies, placing a hand on your lower stomach.

“We can go to change my name tomorrow,” you grin.

“I think it’s very fitting that we found out today, actually,” he says, his hand gently rubbing your stomach.

“Today, you’ve reached the Age of Choice. You’ve chosen to be with me, and now we’ve found out that the two of us have created the ultimate bond. A baby. One soul, that is quite literally half you and half me,” he announces, tears beginning to fill his own eyes.

Your eyes light up as you place your hand on top of his, smiling as you say,

“Bonded. Forever.”

Tagged by Request: @imaginedreamwrite @suckitands33 @chase-porter @hobby27 @sarahgracej @deansbxtchboy @globetrotter28 @lindalouh

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ambersgems · 1 year

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Hey y’all!!!

Sorry, I know I was supposed to update a couple of days ago, but I’ve just been too drained to get anything out.

I’m hoping to update the Bonded Series today with the epilogue, though!!

I also will be answering asks today, so please if you have any requests, let me know!!

#dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #spn #dean winchester drabble #dean winchester imagine #dean winchester x female reader #dean winchester x you #requests open #taking requests #dean winchester/reader #supernatural #asks open #jensen ackles #dean winchester asks #sam winchester #bonded

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ambersgems · 1 year

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hey so do you do NSFW works?? like this bonded series has me in a chokehold rn and your writing is absolutely incredible. Is there any way I may request a glimpse into the bond completion👀👀

I'll beg if your into that👀

if not that's ok! just ignore this :) the last thing I want is you to be uncomfortable😖

Hi :) so sorry for the late response, been exhausted lately lol

I'm still trying to decide about that. It's not that I'm against it, but I'm not sure how good I'd be at writing it??

I was going to post an epilogue for the final part of Bonded, though, for sure! (it'll probably be tomorrow, bc I'm too tired to plan it fully rn)

I actually thought about going ahead and doing the epilogue and then coming back with a short drabble of the bond completion later.

I'd love thoughts! (and requests!) Feel free to ask or message anytime!

#dean winchester x female reader #dean winchester drabble #dean winchester imagine #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x you #dean winchester/reader #supernatural #spn #sam winchester #bonded #asks #dean winchester asks #asks open #taking requests #requests open

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Bonded - Part 4 - Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Soulmate AU where you can feel your soulmate's emotions. When you meet, usually their name appears on your wrist.

A/N: The next part will probably be an epilogue, if I decide to post another part. Any feedback is appreciated! I also would love requests for anything Dean, Chris Evans characters, or Sebastian Stan characters! It can be blurbs, drabbles, or longer!

ALSO Huge thank you to @imaginedreamwrite for reading a first draft of this lol

Word Count: 2.1K

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Reader’s POV

This time you woke up slowly. Your eyelids felt heavy as you tried your best to open them. Once you were finally able to pry them open, you realized that you weren’t alone. Your head rested on top of a thick chest, rising and falling slowly. Your eyes lazily flickered up to see Dean’s face, his eyes closed as he seemingly slept. Suddenly you were much more awake once you realized the position you were in. Your body was half on top of his, his left thigh in between both of yours, while you laid on top of him. He also had an arm around you. It was oddly peaceful to be like this. You felt an overwhelming sense of protection, which wasn’t something you were used to.

You were careful not to move as you took a look around, not wanting to wake him up. You recognized that you were in your own apartment, but confused as to how you got in here. The last thing you remembered was passing out in Dean’s arms as he was getting out of your car. It seemed like for the millionth time in the last 24 hours you had so many questions running through your mind as to what was happening. Why had you gotten so sick so suddenly? How did you get into your apartment? What did it mean to be “bonded” to Dean? Why was his soulmate mark on his chest instead of his wrist? What are these things that you supposedly didn’t know about yourself?

Slowly, Dean began to stir underneath you. Your cheeks heat up as his green orbs open and land on your face. “Uh, I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for you to have to carry me or to lay on you like this - God this is embarrassing,” you mumble under your breath, squirming as you tried to shift off of the tall man. His arm around your waist only tightened, his fingers splayed against your back and holding you in place. You hear him grunt.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he grumbles, keeping you tightly pressed to him. “I already had to deal with the fact that you slid part of the way off me in your sleep, had you right on top when we first laid down, but you slid off and I didn’t want to wake you,” he grunts.

You raise your eyebrows at him. “Someone’s a stage 5 clinger, huh?” you ask, trying your best to hold in a giggle.

He gives you a fake look of shock, “I’ll have you know, I only cling to the people I love,” he says softly, melting your heart instantly. You lift your face and turn your head so that you can look at him better, noticing the freckles that dusted his nose and cheeks, causing you to smile. “Why’d you wake up? I was trying to be as still as possible,” you ask.

“You might have been still, sweetheart, but I could feel your anxiety picking up. The tightness in your chest woke me up,” he says gently, lifting his other arm to brush some hair from your face, settling his hand on the side of your face.

You frown as you realize you were the reason why he woke up and it only deepens when you remember why you were having the anxiety in the first place.

“I deserve to know what’s going on,” you state simply.

He sighs, but nods his head in agreement. “I’ll answer any questions you have.”

“First of all, how did we get into my apartment?” you question.

“Of all of the things to ask first?” he laughs, but continues, “I carried you up to your apartment, which I got your apartment number from the mailbox downstairs that had your last name on it. And, well, in my line of work you get pretty good at picking locks,” he says with a shrug.

You squint your eyes at him when he laughs at you, but know that if it ever came to you fighting this man, you’d undoubtedly lose.

“Tell me about the bond. I want to know why your soulmate mark is on your chest. Why is mine on my wrist if yours is on your chest? It doesn’t make sense,” you mutter, the crease in your forehead forming.

“It doesn’t make sense because you don’t know the lore, but I will give the best explanation that I can. What I can’t explain, I will give you the books I’ve read for you to look at,” he says gently, watching you as you nod your head, waiting for him to continue.

“Because we’re bonded soulmates, my mark is on my chest, over my heart. Yours is on your wrist over vital veins. Both are in locations that if they were attempted to be removed, we would bleed out and die,” he says, beginning his explanation.

“But why the different locations?” you ask.

“Mine is over my heart… because you are my source of heart. You are heavily connected to my emotions. You are able to help me regulate them, and it hurts you deeply when my heart is hurt. Yours is over your wrist, due to the location of the veins, but also on the arm because I am your source of strength. I provide you with emotional strength but also a physical one. We are both completely interconnected with the emotional and physical.”

His hand gently strokes through your hair, and you can feel the emotion in his words as well as see the adoration in his eyes.

“Which is why you got sick earlier,” he says with a sigh. “I tried my best not to overwhelm you, and I thought I was doing well, but then when I started talking about losing you… I got so scared… and then you felt it,” he says shaking his head, and you knew he felt guilty.

“Now that we have met, our bond is almost completely formed. Which means that our connection is even stronger. Since I am your sense of strength, when I feel emotionally weak, it causes you to become physically weak, and in some cases physical pain. When you become physically weak or have any type of physical pain, I will emotionally not be able to withstand it, and I will feel it,” he says gently, swallowing thickly before continuing.

“The only way to help you when you have an attack like that is for me to be with you, to be as close as possible. It helps to restore your strength and balance out my emotions. This is also why we can’t separate now that we are together, Y/N. It would literally kill both of us.”

You did your best to absorb everything that he was saying to you. It was insane to think that you now would depend on Dean for your actual life now. You tug your bottom lip between your teeth, feeling him squeeze you gently. You knew he was trying to help you with your own emotions, he just didn’t know how.

When you didn’t say anything, Dean spoke up again. “I know it’s a lot to take in, and I’m sure you still have a lot of questions, but Y/N you have to know that the bond we have… it’s rare. You are rare. This will put you in danger at times. Especially since you are bonded to me. I’m not exactly a celebrated figure in the supernatural world, or hell even the natural one,” he practically whispered to you.

You did your best to keep yourself steady, continuing to chew on your lip, eventually speaking up. “I-” you start, but aren’t sure what to say exactly.

“I… Dean, I trust you. I have faith in you. I believe you will keep me safe. If that’s what you say is true, then I have no reason to doubt you will protect me like you say you will,” you say softly, bringing one of your hands up to his chest, slowly drawing circles around. You feel your cheeks warm as you finally realize that he wasn’t wearing a shirt.

He must’ve noticed your shyness, smirking slightly. “Skin to skin contact helps the most, sweetheart,” he winks. “I took my t-shirt off, but I only changed you out of your dress pants, I didn’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

You nodded slightly, continuing to run your fingers over his chest. Despite all of the relatively insane news that you had gotten today, you had never felt more settled in your life than in that moment, just laying with him in bed.

Dean’s POV

You were gorgeous, and somehow more understanding than he ever thought possible. He knew he would never be able to live without you now. Not only because of what the legend said, but because he truly felt it. He watched you as you trailed your fingers over his chest, loving the feeling of your hands on his bare skin.

He smirks as he notices you lost in your thoughts, deciding to surprise you. He swiftly grips your hips with both of his hands, tossing you underneath him and holding himself above you with a grin. He couldn’t help the smile that formed when he heard you squeal in surprise. He gently places a kiss on your right cheek, then your left before pulling back and looking at you again, loving the shyness he could sense coming from you. He liked teasing you. He couldn’t help the feelings that were coursing through his body, and he knew you felt them too.

“What did you mean when you said that our bond was almost complete?” he hears you ask, snapping him out of his thoughts.

He smirks as he looks down at you, “Well sweetheart, that calls for you and I to become one, bonded, if you will,” he reveals, his lips landing on your jaw as he slowly lowers his body on top of yours. He can feel the goosebumps forming on your skin, his hand skimming down your arm.

He watches you nod your head. “Once it’s complete, what happens?”

“There’s no going back. You and I are together forever. The bond will only get stronger if we complete it, and you won’t be able to take it back. I am past the Age of Choice already, sweetheart. I think you’ve probably figured that out by now. But you are younger it seems, how old are you?”

“I’m 24. I have 8 months left,” you whisper.

“We’ve met before you had a choice, then,” he whispers softly, his mind racing a bit. He felt bad, you deserved to be able to choose. You shouldn’t have to be stuck with him. But he also knew it didn’t matter, bonded soulmates never had a choice once they had met. It might actually kill him if you left him.

“Sweetheart, I’m not asking for anything from you now. I’m not, but I have to let you know. The bond must be completed before you reach the Age of Choice. Otherwise, it is seen as a rejection of me, which means it might literally kill you or me, or both of us,” he admits, biting his lip.

“I don’t want you to feel pressured-”

“We should complete it now.”

“What?” his eyes widen in shock.

“Unless you don’t want to. I understand if not…” you trail off, and he could sense the insecurity in your voice, feel it in his own chest.

“Of course you don’t. I don’t know what I was thinking, we just met. And I’m sure I’m not - I’m not exactly your type,” you speak up again, cutting your own self off. “I could feel it before when you were with other people - which is fine, I get it. I didn’t expect you to wait for me, but uh- I did - wait I mean, and I don’t know why I just assumed you’d want to do that because I know there are some soulmates who are strictly platonic. God - I can be such an idiot sometimes, I mean you haven’t even kissed me on the lips for God’s sake-”

He couldn’t take the rambling anymore, his lips were on yours. It was gentle at first, just feeling you against him, but the longer he felt your lips against him the more he couldn’t hold back. It was still slow, but sensual, his lips moved against yours for a while before trailing down your jawline. Slow, open-mouthed kisses down your neck.

“There is no one, no one, I would ever want more than you. We will complete this bond, and you’ll never know anyone’s body but mine, because - You. Are. Mine. Forever,” he whispers against your skin, pulling back and staring into your eyes, brushing his nose against yours. He could feel your heart racing within his own.

“Bonded. Forever.” He states determinedly.

Tagged by Request: @imaginedreamwrite @suckitands33 @chase-porter @hobby27 @sarahgracej @deansbxtchboy

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ambersgems · 1 year

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Is there anyway i can get added to the tag list for bonded?? It's so good and i don't wanna miss any parts!!! (If not that's okay. Have a good day 😊😊)

Of course! I will be posting an update today! Thanks for reading!

#supernatural #spn #dean winchester x female reader #dean winchester drabble #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester #dean winchester imagine #dean winchester ask #dean winchester series #dean winchester x you #asks open #tag list #taking requests #requests open

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ambersgems · 1 year

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Just finished your Bonded Series part 3, and I’m LOVING it!would be eternally grateful to be in the tag list for it 🥹🤞🏻❤️

Hi :) thanks so much! Of course you can be added! I will be posting an update today!

#dean winchester x female reader #dean winchester drabble #dean winchester imagine #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester #dean winchester ask #dean winchester x you #dean winchester fanfiction #spn #supernatural #tag list #asks open #requests open #taking requests

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ambersgems · 1 year

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Hey! So I’m loving the Bonded series!! 🤩🤩 is there anyway I can be added to the tag list for new chapter updates?? 👉🏻👈🏻please🥺

Of course!! I’m so glad you like it! I’ll be posting an update today or tomorrow! 😊

#Dean Winchester #dean winchester x reader #spn #dean winchester drabble #dean winchester imagine #dean winchester x female reader #dean winchester x you #dean winchester/reader #send asks #dean winchester asks #asks open #taking requests #requests open #tag list

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ambersgems · 1 year

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ahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!! thanks so much!!!!!!!! I'm trying to stay calm myself. I mean can you imagine a young Dean loving you with all that he has??? More than Sammy???? *consider me dead*

Bonded - Part 3 - Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Soulmate AU where you can feel your soulmate's emotions. When you meet, usually their name appears on your wrist.

A/N: Please let me know if you'd like this to be continued! Any feedback is appreciated! I also would love requests for anything Dean, Chris Evans characters, or Sebastian Stan characters! It can be blurbs, drabbles, or longer! Oh, also I imagine Dean being around 28/29 here while reader is approaching 25. (Yes, I know the GIF is of him older but it fits the chapter lol)

Word Count: 2.7K

Part 1 Part 2

Reader’s POV

Bonded. That was the term he used to describe you and him. It was a term you had never really heard much about before. Sure, you had heard legends of true mates, but that’s just what they were, legends. Your head was spinning as the green-eyed man, you now knew as Dean, carefully approached you with what looked to be a mixture of both concern and amusement on his face. You didn’t have much time to study him before feeling his hands on your face, jumping slightly at the contact. His hands were cupping your cheeks at first, causing you to feel the roughness of them while he seemingly studied your features. Your gaze was cast downward slightly, as he was much taller than you, but you could feel his eyes taking in every aspect of your face. More than you could feel his hands on your face, feeling him tilt your head up towards him, you could feel the warmth in your chest. It was from him. You could physically feel the adoration buzzing within his body, and to be honest it didn’t make much sense to you.

Your eyes flickered upward, seeing the same look on his face that you were feeling in your chest. He was committing your every feature to memory. The color of your eyes, the shape of your face, everything. Before you could convince yourself to say anything, you felt his fingers slide past your face and thread through your hair, slightly messing up the work you did this morning on taming the strands. You couldn’t bring yourself to care, though, as his hands slid further into your hair and to the back of your head. He pulled you close to him quickly but gently, removing one hand and wrapping it around your waist as he held you tightly to him. That’s when you felt it. Peace. Wholeness. Safety. Things you never knew you could get from just being held. What was better is you felt those things radiating from him too, he felt them too.

You weren’t quite sure what to do, so you just let him stand there and hold you for a moment. It was strange, in times past, it felt like you could feel his heartbeat within your own, but, now, you really could. You could feel it betting within yours and against you within his own body. He had your face pressed against his chest, and you breathed in his scent. Sandalwood and pine filled your nostrils, causing you to sigh heavily in contentment, closing your eyes for a moment as you slowly moved your own arms to wrap around his middle.

It had to have been at least a couple minutes like that. You were sure people in your office were staring at this point. You quietly tugged at the bottom of his jacket, suddenly becoming bashful as you tried to pull away slowly.

“You said we have to have a conversation?” you asked softly. It felt almost as if you were afraid of startling him. He was very reluctant to release his grasp on you, still not letting you go completely as he gave you a little space in between the two of you.

His hand had slid down slowly to the back of your neck, gently resting there as his thumb delicately stroked the column of your throat and he gazed down at you with the same adoration you saw minutes ago. “We do, but not here. There are some things that you need to know about… who you are… and who I am. Neither should be discussed here, though.” He says firmly.

Despite his gruff and firm tone, you grin up at him. The juxtaposition of his gentleness with you and seriousness of his voice causes you to giggle. You can sense his confusion at your laughing, so you speak up. “There are some things you need to know about who you are - who I am,” you repeat his words, imitating his rough and deep voice with a fake sense of seriousness, causing you to giggle once again. You can tell he is trying to hold back a smirk at your antics.

“Oh, come onnnn! Don’t be grumps!” you tease, biting your bottom lip gently. “Besides, what could you possibly have to tell me about myself that I don’t already know?” you ask with an air of levity, but you could see the look on Dean’s face, and it was anything but.

Your smile fades slowly, realizing that he was in fact quite serious about whatever conversation he thought you needed to have. His grip on you tightens slightly, “please, let’s just find somewhere to talk,” he says grimly, as if he had something horrible to tell you.

Nodding slowly, you allowed him to lead you out of your office building, his partner following behind the two of you. You could feel your cheeks heat up as everyone stared. “Um - I’m assuming you’re not from around here,” you mumble shyly, “we could go to my place?” your statement coming out as a question.

Dean nodded his head, “yeah, that would work. Sammy, why don’t you take the car back to the motel and I’ll ride with Y/N back to her place,” he states gruffly as Sam’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise. Dean never willingly let Baby go anywhere without him, but Sam nodded anyway.

The car ride was a lot quieter than you expected. You had so many questions running through your mind, but you couldn’t bring yourself to ask any of them. What did he mean that you two were bonded? What does that even mean for you? What could there possibly be about yourself and him that he couldn’t tell you in a public setting? The FBI jacket was an indicator of the danger that you had felt nightly. Maybe that was why he had so many stress responses? He was chasing bad men? But it didn’t sit right with you as you studied him. It just felt odd that he wasn’t saying anything to you. He hadn’t explained anything yet. That’s when you determined he wasn’t really in the FBI.

One thing was for sure, he hadn’t stopped touching you since you met. Even now, as your hand rested on the gear shift while you drove, his rested on top of yours. It was calming, but strange to physically feel his presence when you were so used to feeling his spiritual one.

You were so lost in your thoughts you almost jumped out of your skin when you finally heard him speak up. “After today, you’ll probably have to get used to me being the one who drives,” he says with a hint of teasing in his tone, seeing the tense look on your face. You could tell he was trying to ease your mind, but it wasn’t working.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you questioned, quirking an eyebrow up at him.

“Well, I drive Sam around a lot. I’m always the one that drives. It’s just the natural way of things. That and no one drives my car but me,” he states matter of factly, causing your forehead to crease from furrowing your brows.

You sigh deeply as you park your car in front of your apartment building, becoming increasingly frustrated with the fact that Dean hadn’t really explained anything to you. You felt completely in the dark.

Turning to face him in your seat, you finally break. “Are you not going to explain all of this to me? You said that there were things that I needed to know, about not only you but about myself. Forgive me if I’m being a bit harsh here, but you have some explaining to do, and I want answers - now,” you growl bluntly, tired of tip-toeing around the subject.

What you didn’t expect was the smirk that formed on his face at the harshness of your tone. He had a glint in his eyes, and you could feel the admiration. You weren’t sure what for, though.

Dean’s POV

He smirked at your frustration, trying his best to hold back a full-blown smile. No one stood up to him besides Sammy. They were always too intimidated by his grunts and growls. He liked that you were different, that you were challenging him. It was what made you you.

“Woah there sweetheart, there’s no need for gnashing teeth and clashing tongues - although if you are going to clash tongues it had better be with mine,” he winks, moving his hand so that it rests on your shoulder for a moment before slowly brushing some of your hair behind your ear. He chuckles at the deadpan look that is still on your face, shaking his head.

“Alright, alright, I will start explaining. I think it might be easier if I go into who I am first. Maybe if you feel like you know me a bit better, you’ll feel more comfortable with me,” he says with more seriousness this time.

“If at any point you have questions, because I’m sure you’re going to have a lot, just stop me and I will answer them. Truthfully,” he sighs. You nod your head, a bit of fear prickling your skin at the somberness of his tone.

“I’m… I’m not in the FBI,” he says, eyes scanning your face as he waits for you to react, a bit shocked himself when he notices none. All he sees is you looking at him in expectancy, waiting for him to continue. “You don’t seem surprised?” he questions, tilting his head slightly.

It was your turn to chuckle. “You’re not exactly dressed like an FBI agent, Dean. You’re also too young to be a senior agent in the field, although I’m not quite sure how old you are. Your ‘partner’ is even younger than you. You’re also not carrying a standard issue firearm from the Bureau. It wasn’t that hard to figure out,” you state matter of factly with a shrug of your shoulders.

Dean was now the one quite dumb-founded by your rattling off of facts, but he quickly recovered, a smile spreading across his face. He knew you would be amazing. You were smart too, and he was in awe of you. He doesn’t respond to your observations, shaking his head slightly as he decides to move on.

“Okay, so, I’m clearly not FBI,” he says. “But, what I am, it’s… equally as dangerous, if not more so,” he says, swallowing thickly. He hoped this wasn’t the point in time that you called him crazy and wanted to reject him as a soulmate.

“What are you, then?” you question.

“I’m a hunter…”

“A hunter? Of what? Wild game? That wouldn’t make sense as to why you were at my office this morning, though. You’re going to have to elaborate.”

“I hunt - I hunt the supernatural,” he states, eyes flickering up to yours.

“The supernatural? What the hell is the supernatural? Like ghosts?” you ask giggling, shaking your head in disbelief.

“Well, kinda. More like spirits, demons, werewolves, vampires, things like that,” he says with a shrug, noticing how your eyes widen. Great, you do think he’s crazy.

He watched your breathing get unsteady, your chest heaving slightly. If he couldn’t tell by your eyes, he could tell by the tightness in his own chest that you were anxious. “If you have questions, that’s okay,” he says softly.

He watched you swallow thickly, looking down for a moment before meeting his gaze again. “I mean I do, but I want to know more about you first. I-I wouldn’t ever consider myself a person who believed in… those things,” you say quietly, biting your lip. “But, if- if my soulmate says that they’re real, then they must be real,” you state with the same matter of fact tone you had earlier, causing Dean’s heart to swell with more love than he had before. You believed him. You had faith in him, even though you barely knew him. That gave him hope, and hope wasn’t something that Dean had had much of in his life.

Reader’s POV

“How does that work? Hunting, I mean. How long have you been doing this? What caused you to start?” You questioned, a plethora on the tip of your tongue to inquire about.

Dean answered all of your questions, explaining the life he lived with his father and brother, what happened to his mother, why he was in the life he was. It made a lot of things make sense to you. There was no wonder you woke up with a racing heart so often. It also made all of the nights you felt his heartache make sense as well, which hurt yours to think about. The pain he must have felt his whole life, feeling responsible for everyone around him. You just knew that he would now feel responsible for you. Part of you was pleased by that. It would be nice to have someone who cared so deeply for you, loved you more than life itself. The other part of you felt guilty that you would be adding to the stress that he already felt.

Your hand went to grip his as he talked about the life he lived. You could tell he was trying to act strong for you, but you wanted to reassure him that he didn’t have to. The warmth from him was calming, and you hoped you weren’t being too forward by gripping his hand so tightly, but you could feel him relax against you, which brought a smile to your face.

After he had given you an abridged biography of himself, he took a deep breath, looking at you intensely. “This life, it can be dangerous, Y/N. I want you to know that I will do anything to keep you safe. I won’t let anything happen to you. Ever. You have my word,” he breathes out. You nod your head slowly, knowing he meant it.

“Which is why you have to come with me. I can’t keep you safe if you’re not with me. I know this probably isn’t the life you planned, road tripping around the country in search of things that go bump in the night, but I can’t let you stay behind. If something were to happen to you, I’d never forgive myself, Y/N. Never. And, honestly, now that I’ve met you, I wouldn’t be able to be apart from you again anyways,” he rambles. If you weren’t connected to him, you would almost have missed the way that his eyes were beginning to glisten. You could feel the raw emotion in his chest. He was terrified.

You unbuckle your seatbelt quickly, crawling over the armrest and settling into his lap before throwing your arms around him with urgency. You nuzzled your face into his neck, breathing in his scent and trying your best to calm him with your own breathing. His arms wrapped around you, one around your waist the other around your back, with his hand resting on the back of your head. You sigh in relief as you feel him begin to calm. “I’m sorry, it just hurts when you’re afraid,” you mumble against his neck. You feel him nod.

“It’s okay. I know, and I know that you’ve spent the better part of your life trying to make me feel better haven’t you?” he whispers quietly in your ear.

You furrow your brows, nodding your head slowly. How did he know you tried to calm him? All of these years, you had prayed that he felt the things you did, but you never really knew if he did or not. After all, soulmates can feel each other's emotions, but they can’t regulate them. Right?

“Sweetheart, there is a lot you don’t know about who you are, and I know this is overwhelming right now. I promise I will tell you everything soon, but I can feel how overwhelmed you are right now. I just dumped a lot of information on you. I think we should go inside. You should lay down. I can tell you feel weak.” he says softly.

You can feel your head swimming, “I don’t feel good” you murmur, feeling Dean slowly opening up the car door and picking you up with him as he gets out.

“Dean, why do I feel this way? What’s going on?” you ask, beginning to feel light-headed.

“Not right now, Y/N. We’ll talk about it later,” he says gruffly.

You’re about to protest, wanting answers, but then everything goes black.

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Bonded - Part 3 - Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Soulmate AU where you can feel your soulmate's emotions. When you meet, usually their name appears on your wrist.

Word Count: 2.7K

Part 1 Part 2

Reader’s POV

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you questioned, quirking an eyebrow up at him.

What you didn’t expect was the smirk that formed on his face at the harshness of your tone. He had a glint in his eyes, and you could feel the admiration. You weren’t sure what for, though.

Dean’s POV

“What are you, then?” you question.

“I’m a hunter…”

“A hunter? Of what? Wild game? That wouldn’t make sense as to why you were at my office this morning, though. You’re going to have to elaborate.”

“I hunt - I hunt the supernatural,” he states, eyes flickering up to yours.

“The supernatural? What the hell is the supernatural? Like ghosts?” you ask giggling, shaking your head in disbelief.

“Well, kinda. More like spirits, demons, werewolves, vampires, things like that,” he says with a shrug, noticing how your eyes widen. Great, you do think he’s crazy.

Reader’s POV

“How does that work? Hunting, I mean. How long have you been doing this? What caused you to start?” You questioned, a plethora on the tip of your tongue to inquire about.

“It’s okay. I know, and I know that you’ve spent the better part of your life trying to make me feel better haven’t you?” he whispers quietly in your ear.

You can feel your head swimming, “I don’t feel good” you murmur, feeling Dean slowly opening up the car door and picking you up with him as he gets out.

“Dean, why do I feel this way? What’s going on?” you ask, beginning to feel light-headed.

“Not right now, Y/N. We’ll talk about it later,” he says gruffly.

You’re about to protest, wanting answers, but then everything goes black.

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Bonded - Part 3 - Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Soulmate AU where you can feel your soulmate's emotions. When you meet, usually their name appears on your wrist.

Word Count: 2.7K

Part 1 Part 2

Reader’s POV

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you questioned, quirking an eyebrow up at him.

What you didn’t expect was the smirk that formed on his face at the harshness of your tone. He had a glint in his eyes, and you could feel the admiration. You weren’t sure what for, though.

Dean’s POV

“What are you, then?” you question.

“I’m a hunter…”

“A hunter? Of what? Wild game? That wouldn’t make sense as to why you were at my office this morning, though. You’re going to have to elaborate.”

“I hunt - I hunt the supernatural,” he states, eyes flickering up to yours.

“The supernatural? What the hell is the supernatural? Like ghosts?” you ask giggling, shaking your head in disbelief.

“Well, kinda. More like spirits, demons, werewolves, vampires, things like that,” he says with a shrug, noticing how your eyes widen. Great, you do think he’s crazy.

Reader’s POV

“How does that work? Hunting, I mean. How long have you been doing this? What caused you to start?” You questioned, a plethora on the tip of your tongue to inquire about.

“It’s okay. I know, and I know that you’ve spent the better part of your life trying to make me feel better haven’t you?” he whispers quietly in your ear.

You can feel your head swimming, “I don’t feel good” you murmur, feeling Dean slowly opening up the car door and picking you up with him as he gets out.

“Dean, why do I feel this way? What’s going on?” you ask, beginning to feel light-headed.

“Not right now, Y/N. We’ll talk about it later,” he says gruffly.

You’re about to protest, wanting answers, but then everything goes black.

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Do you write smut requests? I have a bloody great one! 💃🥵

I’m not opposed to it! Although, I’m not sure how good I’d be at it? There may be some topics I am uncomfortable with, in which case I will (politely!) let the requester know! What’s your request?

Also to answer your comment on Part 1 of Bonded, there’s 2 parts out rn. And I am in the process of writing part 3. I’m not sure if I will do more than 3 parts or not, it really depends on what direction the writing takes me haha! I’m still determining some things! But part 3 will probably be up today or tomorrow!

(I have a work event I have to go to tonight, so it may be tomorrow)

#dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #spn #dean winchester drabble #dean winchester imagine #dean winchester x female reader #dean winchester/reader #jensen ackles #dean winchester asks #dean winchester x you #dean winchester one shot #dean winchester series #bonded

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I've never fallen in love with a series as much as I've fallen in love with your bonded series. It's so well written

Omg this is literally so sweet! I did not think people would respond this well to this series. Tbh I felt kinda meh about posting it. (I feel like it’s not my best work lol) I appreciate the love on it so much!

Please ppl request if you want other stuff!! Drabbles, one shots, headcanons, blurbs, anything! With anything Dean (or Jensen?? Bc damn), Chris Evans characters, Sebastian Stan characters, or really anyone if I feel like I know them well enough to write about it.

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ambersgems · 1 year

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soulmate au ummm owns my ass it’s been so long since i’ve found a new dean blog that i really love you’re doing gr8 baby

Thank you!!!! I’m so glad you like it :) I really appreciate it! My inbox is open yall so feel free to request Dean stuff or others!!

#chris evans #chris evans characters #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #sebastian stan #spn #dean winchester drabble #dean winchester x female reader #dean winchester/reader #dean winchester x you #dean winchester imagine #request #requests open #taking requests #ask response #asks open

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ambersgems · 1 year

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Good! Perfect! Amazing! Please do it again! The grip your soulmate au has on my is all encompassing. Will there be more updates??

Thank you for your content, it rocks!!

Awh! Thanks so much 😊 I’m so glad you like it!! I’m thinking there will be one more part, but I’m working on what direction I want it to go in!

I have a couple of other ideas for more one shot ideas/couple parters as well so trying to decide!

My inbox is open!! So people with requests for Dean (or really any Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan Characters) please feel free to interact!

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Thank you so much!!!! Also thanks for letting me bounce ideas off of you! 😊

Bonded - Part 2 - Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Soulmate AU where you can feel your soulmate's emotions. When you meet, usually their name appears on your wrist.

Word Count: 2K

Part 1

Dean’s POV

It was a simple case. It was a simple salt and burn. The spirit was going after highly driven authority types. CEOs, things of that nature. The motive was something about powerful people hurting the weak. He didn’t really know. Honestly, he didn’t really care. He just wanted to do what he did best and that was to eliminate this son of a bitch.

The old house creaked under his boots. The brown laces scraped against each floorboard he passed. He could taste the dust that was in the air, causing his chest to tighten slightly from the pollution in his lungs. Sam had decided to cover the back, while he went through the front. He held his flashlight in his left hand and his gun in his right, completing the necessary checks around the perimeter. After an arduous search, they finally found the bones in the basement.

Quickly, he reaches into his duffle bag and grabs the salt, turning it over and covering the bones as his eyes scan around the room. It was odd not to have encountered the spirit yet, but his suspicions were confirmed when he heard a loud crash coming from the top of the stairs, the door had swung shut. A groan leaves his lips dropping his bag, reaching for the shotgun with the rock salt. “Sammy! Burn the bones while I keep ‘em back would ya?!” He yells out, deciding to guard the stairs.

It was all running relatively smoothly, until ole casper decided to pop up out of nowhere. Dean doesn’t think. He just reacts, pumping the shotgun and shooting at the ghost. He would never admit it, but it gave him quite a jump scare. His palms were sweating and his heart was racing as the spirit approached, seemingly impervious to the shots taken by Dean. His heart was thumping wildly in his chest as the shotgun was knocked from his grasp and he was pinned to the grimy cinderblock wall. “Sammy!” he called out, watching him fumble with the match to burn the bones.

Despite the fear that coursed through his body, there was a sense of calm that washed over Dean’s physical body. You. It was you. He could feel you trying to calm him down. While he appreciated it, now was not the time for him to fall into your relaxing state. He fought against it as much as he could, waiting for Sammy to finally finish with the bones.

He let out a sigh of relief as the spirit disappeared, the bones completely destroyed. “Took ya long enough” he grumbled as he tried his best to catch his breath, knowing that you were still trying to soothe him as best as you knew how. He shook his head at the thought. This must be very confusing for you at the very least.

He tried to gather his thoughts as he and Sam took the Impala back to the motel. The drive was quiet between the two brothers, but it was anything but quiet inside of Dean’s head. All he could think about was you.

Dean had felt your emotions for as long as he could remember. The little things and the big things, he could feel them all with a heaviness in his chest. These things were relatively normal for soulmates. But, growing up in the world he did, Dean was also acutely aware of the things in life that were not normal. He knew that being able to help regulate your soulmate’s emotions was not a usual thing. So, he dove into the lore of it all and he found it. He found the term that describes the kind of soulmate that he had.

They were “bonded.” He took a deep dive and learned everything that there was to know about being bonded to his soulmate. It meant that when he met you, his name would form on your wrist, but yours would be written over his heart. Why? Because you were his source of heart. His name would be on your wrist because he was your source of strength. Once he met you, his entire life would change and so would yours.

Dean knew you were trying your best to accommodate him. He could feel you each time you tried to relax him. What was worse, he could feel you suppressing your own emotions. He could only guess it was for his sake, not wanting him to have to feel your pain. He knew you were kind in that way, that your heart for him was greater than any other, which is why your name would appear on his chest one day. Had he known this sooner, he would have left some extra space and not had his anti-possession tattoo placed in the same vicinity. He knew once he met you he would wear your name proudly.

He had a million thoughts racing through his mind as he drove them back to the motel, knowing you must be confused by everything that was happening to you. All he wanted to do was comfort you. He could feel the bristle of your own anxiety when his emotions couldn’t be kept in check.He was sure he woke you with his antics on more than one occasion, and he felt bad for that, but he was starting to calm down with your help. Sometimes he wondered how he would have ever made it without you caring about him, albeit in a roundabout way. No matter what, he could always count on you to be there for him, which isn’t something he could say about most people in his life. This is why he promised himself that once he met you, he would never let anything harm you and he’d never let go.

Trees blurred past his vision as he kept his attention on the highway, thoughts of you in every moment. What did you look like? Were you tall or shorter? Would you be afraid of him and what he does? What was the name of your favorite perfume? He could always smell it himself when you put it on, smell triggering some of the strongest emotions in you. He didn’t know the name, but he wished he could find it and keep it around for when he couldn’t feel your emotions, just to have you with him.

Dean had reached the Age of Choice several years ago now. He no longer had to wait to be with someone else if he wanted to. But that was just it, he didn’t want to. He didn’t want to be with anyone but you. The one person that he has had with him his entire life, cared about him and never let him down. Sure, he had definitely had his fun over the years. He was no blushing virgin by any means. Funnily enough, when he was with those girls, that was when he was the most emotionally cut off from you. Deep down he knew that he didn’t want to cause you that pain, but he also didn’t feel anything for them. It was a quick way to forget for a moment, but that was all that it was. There were no emotions involved. He knew that he wanted to find you, but he didn’t know how.

By the time that Dean had pulled into the motel parking lot, he knew you were asleep. He could feel the calm lull and lack of anxiety, which told him you probably drifted off after he had steadied himself in the drive.

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The next morning Dean was woken up with a grunt. Sam threw some clothes at him and yelled at him to get up. “Come on, I found another case!” he shouted, causing Dean to groan and slowly change into his clothes.

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After a coffee run and a short drive they reached what looked like the average office building. Sam had explained over the drive that there had been another death last night and that they may want to do some poking around to make sure no one else raised suspicion, even if they already had dealt with the spirit.

Upon getting out of Baby, they threw on their FBI jackets and grabbed their badges before walking inside the relatively nondescript building. Dean scanned the room as they walked in, noticing the way each employee’s eyes would flick up to them as they walked past, stopping what they were doing in the process. It was like they were frozen as they watched the men walk to what looked like a receptionist’s desk.

There was a young girl standing there, Dean thought she couldn’t be much older than 18, frantically answering calls and letting people know that, no, her boss wasn't in today and they would have to reschedule. His eyes flicked down to her name tag that read ‘Natalie,’ while they waited for her to acknowledge their presence. Once she seemed to stop panicking on the phone, she attempted to straighten her appearance, smoothing her skirt out with her hands. Dean noticed the blush on her cheeks, knowing she likely found one of them to be attractive. He smirked slightly, taking note that they may be able to use that to get information later.

“Hi Mr. FBI Agents, sirs,” the girl stammered out, “I’m sorry for the mess, but our boss didn’t come in today and his executive assistant is running late,” she explained earnestly.

“Well that’s actually what we’re here for. I’m Agent Jones, and this is Agent Smith, your boss died last night,” Sam says to the girl, watching as her reaction switches to one of shock.

“This executive assistant of his, do you know where she’s at?” Dean questioned, quirking an eyebrow up at her.

“Y/N? You’re looking for Y/N Y/L/N? What would you want with her? I know her, sh- she’d never do anything like that, you don’t have to worry about her!” Natalie states, her breathing becoming erratic the longer she talked. She quickly came to your defense, knowing your character. You had just texted her and told her you were on the way, with not only your boss’ coffee order but hers as well. She knew you would never be capable of anything horrid.

“Woah, woah, woah, nobody is accusing anyone of anything. We’d just like to have a word with her. If she was close to him, then she might have some insight into some questions we’d like to ask. Now, where is she?” Dean asked, his tone becoming a little harsher this time.

The girl merely pointed towards the doors that they had come in through, her hand shaking a bit in fear of repercussions. Dean and Sam watched as a young woman barged through the swinging glass doors. Dean smirked slightly as he saw you maneuver your way around, 3 coffees in hand and without spilling a drop. It was a sight to be seen. He thought it was odd the way it struck him, the grace that you held while simultaneously trading your flats for the heels you had in your bag. He tried his best to keep his expression neutral, though, as you approached them.

It looked as if you really weren't paying attention to them, but once you got closer, Sam spoke up. “You must be Miss Y/L/N?”

Dean noticed the way that your eyebrows raised, watching you intently as you responded “That’s me. Can I ask who you are?” your tone was polite, but he could tell that you were anxious to get past the two of them.

“I’m Agent Smith and this is Agent Jones, we are here to ask you a few questions about your boss,” he replied, instinctively reaching his hand out to grab yours.

He winced as he felt it, a groan escaping his lips and pulling at the fabric of his shirt. Your name began inscribing itself onto his chest, right below his anti-possession tattoo and over his heart. Dean could sense your confusion when you noticed your name wasn’t on his wrist, but his chest. He couldn’t help the smirk that formed on his face, seeing the shock written on your face.

“Well, sweetheart, looks like we’re not only soulmates, we’re bonded. And we need to have a conversation.”

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Bonded - Part 2 - Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Soulmate AU where you can feel your soulmate's emotions. When you meet, usually their name appears on your wrist.

Word Count: 2K

Part 1

Dean’s POV

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“Hi Mr. FBI Agents, sirs,” the girl stammered out, “I’m sorry for the mess, but our boss didn’t come in today and his executive assistant is running late,” she explained earnestly.

“Well that’s actually what we’re here for. I’m Agent Jones, and this is Agent Smith, your boss died last night,” Sam says to the girl, watching as her reaction switches to one of shock.

“This executive assistant of his, do you know where she’s at?” Dean questioned, quirking an eyebrow up at her.

It looked as if you really weren't paying attention to them, but once you got closer, Sam spoke up. “You must be Miss Y/L/N?”

“I’m Agent Smith and this is Agent Jones, we are here to ask you a few questions about your boss,” he replied, instinctively reaching his hand out to grab yours.

“Well, sweetheart, looks like we’re not only soulmates, we’re bonded. And we need to have a conversation.”

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