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“Daylight”

Warnings: smut

Pairing: Dean x vampire female! reader

Summary: Dean has been put under a spell by a vampire(inspired by lyrics from Daylight by 5seconds of summer)

Word count: 2,777

She was stunning. There was something in her eyes, something hypnotic. A sparkle perhaps, maybe a certain fire, but it lured people in. Her voice was delicate, soft, but not weak. Don’t ever mistaken her voice for weak, that’s a fatal mistake. Her smile, on the other, hand was wicked, but most men mistaken that for sexy; another fatal mistake. There was a certain pull to her, even the bravest and the best of the hunters couldn’t resist the trance she put them under. Dean Winchester was no exception.

Dean didn’t chase after women, not like this. In fact, his sparkling green eyes and his charming smile would often get him pretty far with women, despite his dorky pick up lines. But with her, with (Y/N), it was different. He met her at a bar, while on a hunt. A few men over the past year have disappeared, only for their bodies to be found drained of blood. And that’s when he laid eyes on her and was in some deep shit.

He and Sam had spent the day asking around, to find out one main thing these men had in common, a woman. The story was the same: the victim started seeing a woman, gorgeous, absolutely stunning. Over the next two months, they became more socially withdrawn, spending all their time with her. And then they go missing, they and their girlfriends. Except their girlfriends were all the same woman. But that was the detail only she knew.

She had a method of killing. It was a process that started off slow, getting men to fall for her, not like it was hard. She played shy on the first date, innocent on the second, but took them home on the third. Things started on the couch, she pulled them in like they were going to start kissing. And then she bites them. By then they’re already under her spell, they’d let her do whatever. She didn’t drain them all at once, no. The way she made sure she wouldn’t get caught is by remaining mysterious. She only ever left at night to go to the bar to pick up her next victim, and that was once every two months. She rationed each man to make sure they lasted the two months. The men didn’t care, they were under her spell, fooling around until they lost all feeling. They would’ve done anything for her, and they did, letting her suck their blood until their hearts stopped beating.

Dean Winchester was different. She knew who he was the moment they locked eyes in the bar. Even the most strong of hunters succumbed to her charm, her energy. Dean was instantly under her spell. But she didn’t want him for sustenance, no, she was far too smart to let Dean Winchester go to waste like that. To have Dean Winchester, the ultimate killer, under her spell? She had bigger plans for him, to be her protector, her body guard.

Dean wasn’t just useful, there was something else different about him. All her other victims were scum bags, garbage, not worth saving. Some may argue she was doing the world a favor. Sure they’re humans but she’d hardly call men like these ‘people’. Dean, though, he pulled her in with his own charm and magic. While only human, his good looks might as well have been magic. And his smile, contagious and warm. Dean didn’t deserve to die, and she knew it.

When they made eye contact at the bar, it was all over. For who? Only time would tell. After a day of getting information, Sam turned in early, and Dean went to the bar. And that’s when she and him met for the first time. She had him absolutely and completely under her spell. He walked up to her, flashed a smile, and asked her, “What is a pretty girl like you doing here alone?” God, was that line corny, she couldn’t help but roll her eyes.

She flashed back with her signature wicked smile that Dean would only fall victim to, as she asked with a snarky tone, “Is that the best you got?” Dean just smiled at her, as he took the seat next to her. He was not going to give up.

“Okay, let me start again, I’m Dean, and you are?”

“Not interested.” Dean feigned hurt, before he chuckled.

“Oh come on, sweetheart. Give me a chance, I promise you won’t regret it.

She didn’t respond, not right away at least. She took the last sip from her drink, slid off the bar stool, and paused for a moment, as she turned her head to Dean. She placed her hand on his shoulder and leaned into his ear, before she finally responded in a whisper, “Try again tomorrow.” And she strutted away, as he watched her leave. That was the beginning of it.

Dean was hooked, so of course he showed up the next day to try again. And there she was, sitting in the same spot with the same drink, and that same sinister smile. Dean approached her, taking the seat next to her again.

“Hey, you. Dean, right?” she twirled her hair, as she smiled at him.

“Hey, yeah, you remembered.” A blush creeped up Dean’s neck. “Do I get to know your name or have I not earned it.” He looked at her with those green eyes, those irresistible green eyes. She never had to fight to resist a pull to one of her victims, but Dean was far too gorgeous to resist.

“Y/N,” she finally told him. “My name is Y/N.”

“It’s very nice to meet you.” He winked at her, leaning close.

And they talked, they talked for hours. They were still talking by the time the bar closed and it was time for them to leave. She tried her best to stick to waiting until the third encounter but something about Dean, she couldn’t fight the attraction. She took him back to her place with him. He drove the two of them back to her house, and she brought him inside for a cup of coffee, and hopefully to get back on track for the plan.

She brought him inside, and he sat on the couch, taking in the elegant atmosphere her furniture and decor brought to the house. She walked into the kitchen to start brewing the coffee. She put the water and the coffee grounds into the machine and soon the living room and kitchen are filled with the coffee’s aroma. When the coffee is finished brewing, Y/N poured it into two mugs, walking back to the living room, handing one to Dean. She sat down and started drinking from the mug in her hands.

She figured since what she wanted from Dean wasn’t blood, there was no reason to wait, and no reason to resist him when he placed his mug onto the table, and guided her to place her mug on the table too. There was no reason to resist as his hand moved up to her cheek and pulled her in. There was no reason to resist as their lips met. She pulled away, and looked into his eyes, and at that moment she knew she was screwed. As for Dean, he had a taste for her now and he’s obsessed. She stood up from the couch, and held her hand out for him, and he took it. She brought him up to her room where the magic happens, and trust: magic did happen.

Dean was lying there, no fear of the darkness that consumed the bedroom they were in. She was on top of him taking his shirt off before their lips collided again. She grabbed his face as he dug his fingers into her hips. Her body was grinding down against his, his hands went to the hem of her shirt and started tugging up at it. The two pull away from each other for him to pull her dress off. One by one, they took off more of their clothes, until the both of them were left absolutely vulnerable to each other.

“Should we get a condom?” Dean asked her.

“I’m on the pill,” she lied to him. It’s not like she needed any form of birth control, she’s undead, she can’t have kids, but Dean didn’t know that.

Dean pulled her in for another kiss, a deep and passionate kiss. She lowered herself slowly onto his erection, and she gasped as she took all of him in. Dean grunted softly, holding her hips, as he guided her up and down on his length. She placed her hands on his shoulders to steady herself as continued to ride him.

“You feel so good,” he breathed out softly against her lips.

Her hands left his shoulders and went up to his face, kissing him once more before she pulled away and straightened her back. She moved her hips, picking up her pace and strength, driving Dean wild. He buried his face in her neck, pulling her closer as he left a trail of kisses from her neck down to her chest. He took one of her breasts and put it in his mouth and his tongue flicked back and forth over her hardened nipple. She let out a loud moan as her movements became more desperate and frantic.

Dean threw his head back in pleasure, muttering out a soft “fuck” as he closed his eyes. He knew he was close, and she was too. She grabbed his face and made him look at her as she made her last movements before they came undone together. The room echoed with her moans and whines and his grunts and whimpers. She slowed down before stopping altogether.

She climbed off him, his length slipping out of her. The two of them laid down in bed together, on their sides so they faced each other. Her hand went to his cheek and she cupped his face, smiling at him. But it wasn’t her cold smile, this one was much warmer and genuine.

“Stay the night?” she asked. She knew he couldn’t say no to her, none of them could. But this time she wished it was a real “yes” instead of Dean being absolutely and helplessly under her control.

“Of course, sweetheart,” he pulled her close, and kissed her.

Dean pulled away and looked into her eyes, and Y/N wanted to show him her real self. But she didn’t, she didn’t think he could like her if she did. At the end of the he’s a hunter, and she was his target. So her only option was to keep Dean under her spell.

Dean knew the next morning he had to get back to this case, that he had to get back to Sam. But the idea of leaving in the morning killed him, and he didn’t know why. There’s no way he was already attached to her, it didn't make sense. It was so unlike him but he felt he’s not happy unless he’s close enough to her.

The next morning though, Dean did leave to continue the case. Not without leaving his number. And Y/N used it that night. And Dean spent the night. That’s how the two first nights went. Third night was when she asked him to stay with her the next day, when she made him ignore Sam’s calls. She decided to move forward with her plan of making Dean hers.

She ignored the guilt as much as she could. Guilt was a new feeling for her. She didn’t mind using the other men, but Dean was too good for this treatment and she knew it. But she wanted him all to herself and she knew a bunch of hunters were coming for her head. She told herself again that she had no choice.

Y/N had Dean where she wanted him. But she knew she had to do something about Sam Winchester. Any monster who knew about the Winchesters knew what these brothers would do for each other, and it scared her. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer, they said. So that’s what she decided to do. She told Dean she wanted to meet Sam, to tell Sam about their newfound love. She figured if she could sell it to Sam before he caught on, then she’s safe.

Sam came over that night, and she introduced herself, trying to seem as normal as possible. Sam didn’t let his guard down, and she picked up on it. So she did everything she can to ease his worries.

“Relax, I’m not trying to take your brother.” she assured Sam. But she could sense he didn’t trust her, and he wasn’t going to.

“I’ve never seen my brother act like this before,” Sam started, looking her in the eyes. “Not without being put under a spell.”

Her breath hitched, but she kept her smile on her face playing innocent. She let out a little giggle, and tilted her head. “A spell? Like witchcraft or something?” She set a cup of water in front of Sam.

“I’m leaning to something, like maybe a vampire,” he said, causing her to freeze up.

“Witches was already a bizarre theory, but vampires? You watch too many scary movies.”

Before she started it was over. Sam was onto her, and she knew that he wouldn’t understand. He looked into her eyes and her smile faded. She couldn’t lie her way out of this.

“I’ll let him go, take the spell off, just… please let me live,” she begged. She’s never felt this sense of vulnerability, but she messed with the Winchesters and she knew that meant bad news.

“And why should I? You killed other men too.” Sam pulled out his blade.

“Those scum bags deserved it-“ she attempted to explain before she was cut off by Sam.

“Dean doesn’t deserve it.”

“I’m not going to kill Dean, I was never planning on killing Dean.”

“What was your plan?” Sam interrogated her.

“Protection,” she admitted. “I wanted him for protection. I never planned on catching feelings. But I’ll let him go, just please, don’t kill me.”

Sam put his blade away. His jaw was still clenched, but he nodded, agreeing to her terms. It was at that moment, Dean walked in.

“What’s going on?” Dean asked.

Y/N didn’t respond. She just looked at him, her eyes lost their spark, and Dean woke up from the spell. The “love” in his eyes was quickly replaced with confusion, then anger. She felt her heart sink to her stomach. Dean looked at Sam and back at her.

“What did you do to me?” he asked her.

“I charmed you… I guess, she managed to answer.

“For what? For food? For some sick game?” Dean stepped closer to her.

Without her spell, her charm, she was vulnerable. Even as a vampire, she knew damn well Dean was too skilled and strong to fight. Not like she’d want to, the idea of hurting him was off the table.

“I figured having a Winchester under my spell meant I could have the protection I needed against other hunters. Look into all the victims, they were all pieces of shit. But I know how you hunters think and I didn’t want to die.” Her voice cracked and Dean saw the weakness in her eyes.

“You still killed people,” he grumbled. But his facial expressions softened.

“I can stop. I can change, I promise I will,” she begged.

“Don’t make me regret letting you go.” Dean looked down at her.

“Thank you,” she breathed out in relief, wrapping her arms around him.

He only stood there, not reacting. He looked down at her, as she tilted her head up, and their eyes met once again. It was like he was entranced again, but this time she wasn’t doing it. It was a genuine connection. He held her face in his hands, looking for another moment before their lips crashed into each other.

When the pulled away from each other, they said their good byes. She got to walk out alive, Dean is set free. It’s not the ending she wanted but it’s the ending she deserved, and she knew it.

As Sam and Dean left, Sam looks over at his older brother, relieved to have him back and safe.

“What have you two been doing?” Sam questioned his brother who only smiled sheepishly. Sam picked up on it and rolled his eyes. “All day?”

“What can I say Sammy? She’s got me running from the daylight.”

#supernatural #dean x reader #dean winchester #dean winchester angst #dean winchester x female!reader #dean winchester x you #dean winchester smut #5 seconds of summer #5sos

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delulu4dean · 5 months

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You hug solider boy

Solider boy: what in the actual fuck was that?

You: affection

Soldier boy: disgusting.

You: …

Soldier boy: …

Soldier boy: do it again.

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“Audio-Therapy”

Warnings: none

Parings: Dean x sister!reader

Summary: you show Dean the magic of audio therapy

Word count: 1,679

You’ve known your brothers Sam and Dean since you were about ten years old. Your dad didn’t tell you about them, and he didn’t tell them about you. It was a one night stand after a hunt, he met your mom at a bar and you were born. When you were ten, your mom said she’s done raising you on her own, and demanded John be in your life. Unfortunately it wasn’t going to happen, as John was dead. Finding out about Adam was already a lot that year for them, but finding out about you too? A ten year old sister? Sam and Dean weren’t exactly happy or excited. And then the whole thing with Lucifer and Sam being in the cage together happened. That’s when Dean started being more present in your life. Along with him being with Lisa and Ben, he had you sleep over a few times, he’s visited other times. And that’s when your connection to the Winchester brothers started.

Around the time you were fifteen, there was a time where Dean died, and then he wasn’t. And during that time, you helped Sam look for Dean, because one moment Dean was dead in the bunker, the next he was gone, with a letter left behind. Sam fought against you helping at first, but he was desperate to find Dean. This was your first real experience with the supernatural world. Seeing Dean as a demon was a terrifying experience, to say the least. But you knew you wanted to be a hunter just like your brothers. And after you, Castiel, and Sam cured Dean, you begged and begged and begged to be a hunter just like them. Sam and Dean protested and protested, but you didn’t back down. You chose to stay with them instead going back home. It’s not like your mother protested much, she never wanted a kid, let alone to be a single mother. But she also didn’t know what kind of things Sam and Dean were involved with.

Here you are now, 23, living in the bunker with your older brothers, still. You’ve become quite the skilled hunter, and you can tell your brothers are proud. Proud and scared.

You’ve picked up on some things over the years. One being how much Dean bottles up all his emotions. It’s not like you’re one to talk much about your feelings either, you typically keep them to yourself… for the most part. But in your time at the bunker you’ve discovered audio therapy. And you figured it’s time Dean tries it.

“Dean, grab your keys, we’re going on a drive,” you order your eldest brother.

“Where?” he asked, looking up from his laptop.

“I dunno, maybe we can grab some burgers or something.” You shrug.

Dean looks at you for a moment, thinking.

“You just want to go on a drive?”

“Yes, I’m introducing you to therapy.”

“So I’m driving to a therapist?” Dean raises his eyebrow.

“No, just get your butt in the car,” you push.

Dean reluctantly shuts his laptop, and gets up, grabbing his key. You can tell he was not in the mood for anything with the word therapy in it, especially after taking you to your “retail therapy session.” You both get in his car and you put in a mixtape you had to make for the car because no way was Dean letting you just find a way to connect your phone to it.

“Hey, you know the rules,” he starts.

“The rules are stupid when you don’t let anyone else drive this car, so zip it,” you tell him.

“So what’s this therapy?” Dean asks you, starting the car.

“Audio therapy,” you answer.

“What, like driving with music? I already do that. All the time. A little bit of AC/DC and some time on the road and I’m good.” He begins driving.

“It’s more complicated than that. Ignoring your feelings isn’t therapy, Dean,” you begin to explain. “Audio therapy is screaming at the top of your lungs to songs that sing your pain.”

“Like that mixtape you made? The one with all the emo songs?”

“Yes, and that’s what we’re listening to right now, so I can show you what audio therapy feels like.”

You press play, and One Step Closer by Lincoln Park. And as the song plays, and you sing along, Dean just listens. You enjoy your time singing, and then you start screaming. “Shut up when I’m talking to you! Shut up! Shut up!” Dean glances at you before his eyes go back to the road, his facial expression a mix of concerned and impressed.

“You okay, kid?” he finally asks.

“After that song? Yes,” you smile.

“So what makes this different than just listening to music?”

“You find songs that you relate to and sing your little heart out. Someone else already put your feelings into words, all you gotta do is sing them,” you try to explain to your brother. “So are you going to play your music, or what?”

Dean starts playing his music, mumbling the words. You lean forward to turn up the volume before slumping back into the passenger seat.

“I can’t hear you!” you poke his arm.

“Why does this matter so much to you?” Dean questions you.

“Because all you do is hold in your emotions. You don’t talk about anything, you just hold it all in. This way you can at least get some of it out,” you spell out for him.

“I’m fine,” he insists.

“You know, I’ve never heard a person who’s actually fine say ‘I’m fine.’ They’re always the complete opposite of fine.”

“What about when you say you’re fine?”

“Oh come on, don’t tell me you actually believe me when I say that!”

“You’re ‘I’m fine’ is very convincing,” Dean defends himself. “Considering your resting tone is annoyed.”

“That’s not my resting tone, I’m just always annoyed. Like have you ever thought maybe, just maybe, I’m just never fine?”

Dean sighs, as you both fall into silence, minus the music playing in the car. Dean mumbles to the music again, as he pulls into the parking lot of a local burger joint.

“Are you okay?” Dean asks.

“Yes, actually,” you say. You avoid ‘I’m fine’ after the conversation you and your brother just had.

“Are you sure?” Dean looks over at you. “Because you just said you’re never-“

“I’m okay. I’m not great but I’m okay,” you insist, cutting him off. “But I’ll be great if I can get a burger in my tummy!”

The two of you walk inside and order, before sitting at the table. After a few minutes, you’re digging in. Well Dean is digging in, you’re eating slower than him. He wipes his mouth before taking a sip of his soda before looking up at you.

“So, what’s up with you, anything new?” Dean asks you. “Any boyfriends?” You shake your head in response, your mouth full of food. “Girlfriend?” You shake your head again.

Silence falls onto you again, as you continue eating your food, one fry by one fry. Dean just watched you eat.

After eating, the two of you walk to his car and he plays his music again. You just look out the window as he drives around. He sings along to the music, this time louder, clearer. As you look out the window you see you’re not going home, but rather that’s he’s continuing the drive. You look up at him and he’s really getting into the song that’s playing. The drive keeps going for the next fifteen minutes until you’re somewhere. Nowhere? Well it’s dark, no cars around.

“Shit, you’re finally going to kill me,” you joke, in a serious tone with a deadpanned face. Dean did not pick up on the joke.

“Kill you? What no, we’re here to… talk about our feelings,” Dean says. You can tell it was harder for him to say the last part, because Dean has to fight it out.

“That’s the point of the music,” you groan.

“Come on, kid. I’m thinking I’m not the only one you’re doing this for.”

“I want you to open up to me, not the other way around,” you explain to him.

“I will, but you got to open up to me too.”

“I’m just dealing with normal stuff, you’re the guy who saves tons of lives. You have a lot more to talk about.”

Dean sighs, putting the car in park. He looks over at you, taking a deep breath, as he puts a hand on your shoulder.

“Look, just because the things I’ve been through are crazy, doesn’t mean you haven’t been through stuff.”

“See this is why I prefer the music, nobody has to talk. We can sing, we can scream, and I don’t have to feel like I’m burdening you with my problems. You may say it’s fine but I don’t feel like it is. If these feelings are all too much for me I can’t imagine dumping them on somebody else, so-“

“Hey, it’s a lot for one person to carry alone, let me carry the weight with you.” Dean’s hands move from your shoulder to your head, steadying your face to look him in the eyes. “Tonight we’re both going to open up. You let out how you’re feeling to me, and I’ll tell you how I’m feeling.”

And that’s how you spend the rest of the night. For the next hour and a half, you and Dean take turns, going back and forth talking about things. Small things, big things, whatever is bubbling over or irking you, you talk about it. Sometimes one of your problems will remind Dean of something, and it flows into a new conversation. There’s some crying too, but good crying. And this is just the beginning of a weekly check in you and dean start doing. Once a week, you play some songs, sing out how you feel, and by the end of the night, if it’s still not enough, you talk it out.

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A/N: This kind of sucks sorry I had like a different idea but I did not know how to write it so I just did this.

#supernatural #dean x reader #dean winchester #dean winchester angst #dean winchester x female!reader #dean winchester x you #dean winchester x sister!reader

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Written Porn

Warnings: Smut, swearing

Pairings: None

Summary: Dean reads smut, decides to write his own.

Word Count: 1,131

Dean was scrolling on his laptop, making a face. Sam couldn’t tell if it was disgust or annoyance, or perhaps a combination of the two. There was even a bit of frustration in Dean’s breath, as he scrolled through whatever he was scrolling through on his laptop.

“Oh come on!” Dean yells.

“Okay, what is going on?” Sam finally asks, looking at his older brother.

“This bullshit,” Dean turns his laptop to let Sam take a look.

The screen was on some site, filled with writing, mainly fan fictions. And what kind of fan fiction was Dean looking at? Fan fictions based of the book series Supernatural, written by God himself. But it’s not just any fan fiction, no. Do you really think Dean Winchester would read fan fiction without smut? Some of the things Dean was looking at was pure filth. All Dean X Reader. But by the look on his face, Sam could tell he wasn’t enjoying it at all.

“Why are you reading… smut?” Sam asks.

“I was curious, I mean it’s written porn right? But it’s like virgins wrote this shit,” Dean frustratedly turns the laptop back to him, as he continued scrolling.

“As opposed to fans in relationships who’d rather spend their time writing fan fictions instead of spending time with their partners?” Sam asked, sarcasm laced in his voice.

“You know what I mean. There’s some good writing on here, and then you can tell who’s inexperienced and horny. Or writing for a female audience.”

“Well yeah, female fans are writing for female fans. Do you think they expect the Dean Winchester that they know as fictional to read their fan fictions?” Sam rolls his eyes, clearly uninterested in the conversation.

“I’m not saying there’s something wrong with it being female centered, I just want to read something that focuses on both.”

Sam sighs as he realizes he can’t leave the conversation without leaving the room altogether. “Okay, tell me Dean, who would read a Dean slash female reader that isn’t centered around the reader?”

“Me,” Dean responds with a smile.

This time when Sam rolls his eyes, he takes the book he’s reading and goes into his own room, figuring the only way out of this conversation is to go. Dean, on the other hand, gets a fun idea. Well fun to him, but to be real, it’s probably one of the worst ideas he’s had. He’s going to write smut himself.

It’s not that he’d be bad at writing it, as experienced as he is, it would probably come out good. But Dean Winchester would only be able to write pure filth. And that’s what he writes, as he starts typing away on his laptop.

“I want you,” she said. “I want you bad, Dean.”

Dean couldn’t hold it back any longer, he gave into his desires, his lips crashing into hers.

Dean continues typing on his laptop, the sound of his fingertips tap-tap-tapping away filling the room.

Dean’s body hovers over her, one hand holding him up, the other traveling up her thigh, under her skirt. Her skin was soft against his hand. Her hands went to the hem of his shirt, and Dean pulls back, letting her pull it over his head and toss it to the side. Her hands run up and down his chest, fueling his desire. Dean’s hand moves from her thigh, up to the thin fabric between her legs.

Dean’s face is focused as he writes. He knows what he’d like to read, but he wants to make sure it’s good, so he uses all his concentration on this.

His thumb presses a gentle circle through the thin fabric, causing her to moan. Her voice deepens his arousal. She breathes out, “Dean, please, I need you.” And that’s all he needed to hear. He slips off her panties and takes her shirt off, before he takes off his own pants and underwear. He places his tip at her entrance.

“Tell me what you want, sweetheart,” Dean traces her bottom lip with his thumb.

“I want you to fuck me, Dean,” she begs.

With that, he pushes himself in, letting out a soft grunt, feeling her wetness around him. He begins to thrust in and out of her. The room is filled with the sounds of her moans, his grunts, and the bed creaking. He picks up the pace, going harder, losing himself in the feeling on being inside her.

“You take me so well,” he praises her.

Her hands hold his face, pulling him down, kissing him with a hunger. He grips her hips tightly, pounding into her. Her hands fall to her sides as she grips the sheets. She raises her legs, wrapping them around Dean, allowing him to go in deeper. He groans in pleasure in response.

Skin to skin, his hot breath mixing with hers, the passion between them is strong. One of his hands goes between her legs, rubbing her clit. Her moans grow louder and louder as the pleasure builds up in the both of them.

“Fuck, Dean, I’m gonna cum!” she warns.

“Let go, sweetheart.”

And she does. Dean follows soon after, his movements becoming more desperate before releasing himself in her, with a loud groan. His pace slows down as they both come down from their high.

Dean types up his last bit of his writing, and looks at tags. Tags? Are they really necessary? Well others use them, so might as well. Dean adds some, and posts it.

Hey may have gotten too excited during his writing session, which he realizes as he looks down. So he shuts off his laptop and heads to his room.

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In the morning, Dean seems to have forgotten about his writing from last night. He walks into the kitchen, and makes some coffee. When the coffee is brewed, he pours himself a cup and sits at the table, opening his laptop. As he logs in, he sees a bunch of notification. Likes, comments, praise about his writing.

Sam comes into the bunker from his morning jog and sees Dean with a smug smile on his face. He looks at the laptop and guesses it has to be something about their conversation last night.

“What, did you finally find something good enough to read?” Sam asks, regretting it almost the moment the question came out of his mouth.

“No, but I wrote something, and it seems the female readers like it too,” Dean boasts to his younger brother.

“You’re a narcissist,” Sam teases.

“I am not.”

“You wrote smut about yourself,” Sam raises an eyebrow.

“I’m just letting the fans know what a good sex scene looks like.”

“Yeah, whatever.” Sam makes his way to the kitchen as Dean looks at his laptop happily.

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Sorry if this sucks, I just thought it would be a funny idea.

#supernatural #dean x reader #dean winchester #dean winchester x female!reader #dean winchester x you

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random shots of dean’s tongue - 26/ ∞

11x04 || baby

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delulu4dean · 7 months

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my personal favorite is: I’m going to commit arson

funny phrases to use when something goes wrong instead of jokingly saying "i'm going to kms":

i'm going to kill god

i'm going to delete my blog

i'm going to explode

i'm going to blow up this entire website

i'm going to become the joker

this is going to be my villain origin story

i'm being so brave about it

fuck it we ball

god had to nerf me because i was too powerful

i'm too pretty for this

all according to plan

feel free to add on

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delulu4dean · 7 months

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“Five Gum…”

Warnings: idk, cringe outdated pop culture references. Gender neutral terms(just wanting you so you don’t get like confused <3 )

Pairings: Cas X autistic!reader(platonic), Dean x child!reader

Summary: Castiel is hanging out with Dean’s autistic child, and they have a lot in common.

Word Count: 1,278

Your dad, Dean Winchester, is out on a hunting trip with your Uncle Sammy. He left you alone with Castiel. You don’t know what Castiel is to your dad, they say they’re best friends, but the way they look at each other says more.

You didn’t mind being at the bunker with Cas though. Out of everyone, you got along with him the most. You had some sort of mutual understanding that Sam and Dean don’t get. You assumed it’s because Castiel didn’t know much about human interaction, social cues, pop culture references, and you were well, autistic. Your dad has made the joke that you and Castiel tilt your head the same way when you’re confused, and both don’t understand his sarcasm, and how even though your Dean’s kid, you’re a mini-Cas.

“So what are we doing today?” Castiel asks you.

“I know my dad is protective, but you really don’t need to babysit me, I’m 18. I am an adult,” you explain to Castiel.

“That’s not why he leaves me with you, he just doesn’t want you to get lonely.”

You nod, understanding. Today you’re probably going to do what you and Cas always do, exist next to each other while doing your own things. He’ll be reading something, you’ll be drawing something, and occasionally you two will look at each other, and ask how it’s going. It’s always worked that way.

And that is what you do today. You both go to the library together, Castiel picks out a book, you pull out your sketchbook, and you start doing what you learned is called “parallel play.” At least that’s what it’s called in kids, but you figured the term can be applied here too. You start sketching away as Castiel looks at you, narrowing his eyes.

“You wear that jacket all the time, why?” he asks.

“It brings me comfort. You wear that trench coat all the time, even indoors when you don’t need to. Why is that?” you throw the question right back at him.

“I suppose it also brings me some sense of comfort,” he concludes.

You nod, satisfied with his answer, and go back to sketching, as he goes back to his book. The only sounds filling the room are Castiel’s occasional page flipping, and your constant scribbling. This goes on for half an hour, only to be interrupted by your stomach erupting in hunger. Castiel does not say a word, as he gets up and goes to the bunker’s kitchen, and comes back with a prepackaged peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

“Oh thanks. When did we get these?” you raise an eyebrow.

“I got them the last time I went grocery shopping with your dad. He said you were having trouble eating because the foods we’ve been getting weren’t the right texture, and I remember when I was human I loved peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, you can never go wrong with them. But I know you sometimes just want ready made food, and when I saw these in the freezer section, I told Dean to get them.”

A smile comes across your face as you open the packaging and take a bite. These prepackaged peanut butter and jelly sandwiches were one of your safe foods, your other one being boxed mac and cheese. You bounce happily as you eat, something you do whenever you’re eating food you really like. And if it’s super good, you’ll kick your feet a little too.

You lick your fingers after you finish your sandwich, and sign “thank you” in ASL, something you do when you don’t feel like talking much. It’s a thing you do with everyone, you’ve taught them basic signs like “yes” or “no” or “please” or “thank you” or “food” or “water” to communicate when you don’t feel like talking.

“No problem,” Cas responds, smiling at you.

You nod and get back to your little activity while Castiel gets back to his. The silence is nice, you get to focus on you sketch, which is a picture of Castiel sitting down in his chair, reading. You occasionally glance up at him, getting the details you need, but you’re not going for realism. You have your own cartoonish art style and you’re drawing Castiel in it. Once you finish, you show him, and a big smile appears on his face as he puts down his book.

“You drew that? That’s me,” he says, and you nod. “I love it.”

You smile and start putting your art supplies away, as he goes back to reading. You clean up your space and put everything back in your room, before returning to Cas. You look over his shoulder at the book he’s reading, trying to not disturb him. He flips through the pages as he reads. But the page flipping and the silence get too much.

“Dicks out for Harambe,” you blurt out, not thinking.

Castiel once again sets his book down, this time not intending to pick it back up, as he looks up at you concerned. You didn’t think before speaking, but being on the internet you hear this phrase a lot. So you said it, and now Castiel is concerned.

“Who is Harambe and why are we exposing ourselves for him,” Castiel asks.

You think for a moment, wanting to answer him, but there’s no way to answer him without sounding stupid and insane. You take a deep breath, giggling a little at the thought of explaining “dicks out for Harambe” to Castiel.

“It’s an internet thing. This gorilla, Harambe, was killed, so we uh, expose ourselves, as you put it, to pay respects to him,” you attempt at an answer but Castiel furrows his eyebrows, getting even more confused.

“How is that paying respect?”

“Well it isn’t… it’s a joke…”

“I thought jokes were supposed to be funny,” he bluntly says.

“It is… to younger people I guess,” you shrug.

“And you said it because…?”

“I said it to fill the silence.”

Cas takes a moment to think, nodding, taking in what you just explained. He then takes his phone out and types away and you look at him, waiting for him to say or do something. He pats the seat next to him and you sit and look at his phone. It’s one of those fruit sensory videos on TikTok that you got Castiel into. Not the baby videos(well they are the baby videos) but the ones to popular music. You and Castiel watched as blueberries and strawberries bounce around the screen to Lincoln Park’s “Numb.”

“Why are we watching this?” you finally ask.

“You seemed like you needed something stimulating to watch or listen to,” Cas answers you.

“That reminds me,” you say, running to your room to grab something quick.

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Sam and Dean walk into the bunker, and as soon as they see everything, they just look around, confused. The ground is covered in bubble wrap, and the map table is full of Pop-it fidgets. You look up at your uncle and dad, as you and Cas run around barefoot on the bubble wrap, playing with the fidgets.

“What are you doing?” Dean asks.

You look up at him, with an innocent smile on your face.

“Five gum!” you yell at him, throwing a pop-it fidget at him, and he catches it. “Stimulate your senses!”

“I think they are making a joke, because this is a way to stimulate our feeling sense, which is something people on the spectrum often do,” Castiel explains to Dean.

“Yeah, I know what they meant, Cas,” Dean chuckles. “You two have fun while we were gone?”

You and Cas both nod.

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A/N sorry if this is silly, I’m autistic and Kin cas so I thought it would be fun to do Cas and Dean’s autistic kid. But autism is a spectrum! While this may be how autism is for me, it doesn’t represent everyone with autism :)

#castiel #castiel supernatural #castiel x y/n #castiel x reader #dean x child!reader #dad!dean #supernatural #dean x reader #dean winchester #dean winchester x you

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