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[queen-of-deans-booty]

Deadly Proposal

Pairing: Vampire!Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.6k

Warnings: family trauma, sister doing drugs/alcohol abuse, getting in trouble with the law

Summary: On your way to bail your sister out of jail, you take shelter in a run-down hotel for the night, and end up with the deadliest proposals of them all.

Square Filled: vampire for @spngenrebingo​

Author’s Note: i appreciate any and all comments! <3

The hotel is deserted by the time you reach it. It doesn’t matter. You’re only going to be here for one night anyway. As soon as the sun comes up, you’re going to be back on the road heading to Boston.

You live in Arizona.

Normally, you refuse to make a drive like this, but your sister called you crying her eyes out because she landed herself in jail… again. Growing up, she was never the one who got straight A’s or stayed in to study. She got involved with the wrong crowd as soon as she got into middle school. At first, it was ditching school to go to the arcade or to go to the beach, but those soon turned into petty crimes.

By the time she was in high school, she was smoking everything, drunk by nine, and partying with her friends. They were much older than her, and you were pretty sure they were all fucking her. It’s the only reason why they would have kept her around.

They would steal, vandalize, graffiti areas in town, and would always be the fall girl so the older guys could get away. She was never arrested, but she did get a lot of community time to make up for what they dragged her along to.

As soon as she graduated high school, she was involved in hard drugs and prostitution. She put you and your family through hell, and that’s why your parents disowned her. You're the only one who will talk to her, which is why she called you at midnight bawling her eyes out.

Despite all the terrible things she’s done, you can’t seem to walk out on her like everyone else in her life. When she gets like this, you lecture her about being a better person, and for a few weeks, she does really well on turning her life around. Then, she’d get fired or she’ll get tempted by drugs and alcohol and fall into the same pattern.

It’s exhausting.

You’re tired, but you need one strong drink before you go to sleep. Not many people are up at this time, but you’ll relish in the silence. The sign on the window outside said there is a twenty-four-hour bar inside, and that’s exactly what you need.

You leave your room, but pause when you close the door. The hallway is unusually quiet. Normally, you’d hear people arguing, TV’s playing, or even people fucking, but you don’t hear a soul. It’s eerie but you need a drink before going to bed, and you didn’t buy liquor before you came here.

The lights in the hallway are dim, and the ones at the end aren’t even working at all. It’s kind of your fault for picking the cheapest hotel possible, but you’re only going to be here for one night. You can survive for that long.

Even the elevator is slow and rickety, but you don’t pay much mind to it. When you step onto the first floor, your entire body goes rigid. For what? There is no one around, and maybe that’s the reason. This place has an uneasy atmosphere about it, and you hate that it’s making you feel unsafe.

No one is at the front desk, no one can be seen outside, and there is something telling you to get the fuck out of here and keep driving.

There are rumors about places like these (not necessarily about this specific hotel) about people going missing or ending up dead under mysterious circumstances. There are rumors in Arizona, but they become more prominent the more east you travel. Rumors about bloodsucking creatures that live in the night--vampires as the public likes to call them.

The locals like to believe that vampires reside in the mountains away from most humans, but it’s not like you believe in that sort of thing. You’ve never seen one in person, and you don’t think you ever will.

They’re only silly fairy tales, but you refused to sleep on the side of the road inside your car, so this hotel will have to do for the night.

You ignore everything inside of you telling you to turn back and head into the bar. Much like the rest of the hotel, it’s deserted except for a man sitting in the middle of the bar. The hairs on the back of your neck stand up, and your gut is telling you he is bad news.

You must be a fucking idiot for ignoring that part of you because you slowly approach him without making any noise.

“Sit down or leave, but don’t just stand there,” he says without looking at you.

You’re kind of shocked he heard you, but you take a seat next to him regardless. Now that you have a better look at him, you admire his beauty. He has dirty blond hair that’s slightly spiked, freckles dance across his cheekbones and nose, he has plump lips that look to be stained by something red, his eyes are a mesmerizing green that is hard to look away from, and he clearly works out because this man is huge.

This man is beautiful.

“Where is everyone? Is the bar closed?”

“Yes, it is, but I can make you a drink if you want.”

“Sure.” You tell him the exact drink you want, but he makes no move to get up and make it. “What are you drinking?”

“You won’t want that,” he chuckles.

“Why not?”

With one long thick finger, he points to the other side of the bar. You slowly lean over to see what he is pointing at, and your eyes widen at the dead bartender on the ground. He is very pale, and when you spot the two red marks on the side of his neck, you know why.

You turn to face the man next to you, and he grins with blood stained teeth.

Everything you thought you knew flies out the window. Everything you once believed in is false, and you finally understand why your gut was telling you to leave this place. Hoping he doesn[‘t see the fear in your eyes, you chuckle and get out of your seat.

“I should get back to my room. I just remembered I need to leave really early, so I think I’m going to skip that drink. It’s nice to meet you.”

You turn and leave as quickly as you can, but before you can cross the threshold, Dean stands in your way. Your eyes widen, and you look back to see his seat empty.

“How did you do that?” you gasp.

He backs you into the wall behind you and places his hands on the wall besides your head, effectively trapping you in.

“You know how,” he grins, and you see his fangs as clear as day right in front of you.

“Please, just let me go. I bet I’m not that delicious.”

He reaches up and slices your neck, but gently and only about a centimeter long. You wince at the sharp pain, but it’s gone as soon as it comes. He only needs a drop of your blood to taste it, and he places his finger in his mouth to swallow it up.

Every single nerve in his body fires at the same time, and his head starts to feel fuzzy. He’s been alive for a very long time, and he’s only felt like this a few times after tasting someone’s blood. The last time he felt like this was centuries ago, and he made sure to hold onto her for as long as he could.

The man is distracted by something, so you take this opportunity and escape his clutches. You duck down and escape from under his arm, and you book it to the stairs. You’re scared if you take the elevator, he will be waiting for you when the doors open.

Your room is only on the third floor, so you rush up three flights of stairs and down the hallway over to your room. How many of these rooms contain dead bodies? Are you the only occupant in this entire hotel? You don’t stop to find out, and you use your key to get inside your room as fast as possible. When you lock it, you breathe a sigh of relief.

You’re safe…

Not.

You turn and gasp when you see the handsome stranger right in front of you. You let out the loudest scream you can muster, and you back away from him in fear.

“Please don’t hurt me,” you start to cry.

The man walks you back into the door, and he reaches up to move your hair away from your face.

“Hurting you is the last thing I’d want to do to you,” he says quietly.

“Why?” you swallow thickly.

“Your blood is rare, sweetheart. Too rare to let slip through my fingers.” He pulls away from you and takes a few steps back to give you space. “What would you say if I asked you to live with me? I could give you riches beyond compare. Private jet to anywhere you want, a personal chef to keep you happy and fed, billions of dollars for you to spend, and endless luxury.”

He’s a vampire, you shouldn’t be considering this. What would happen if you told him no? Would he kill you? Kidnap you? The fear of what he would do to you if you said no isn’t what makes you consider this.

Your sister is.

Your sister who puts you through hell almost every day. A sister who needs to learn how to fend for herself because all you’ve done is take the fall for her.

“What will you get out of it?” you ask after a few moments.

“Your blood,” he simply puts.

“Deal,” you say without thinking.

All he can do is grin at the possibilities you will bring him.

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[idreamofplaid]

All is Calm

Square Filled: Impala for @spngenrebingo & Huddle for Warmth for @spnchristmasbingo

Characters: Dean x Reader; Sam mostly mentioned

Word Count: 2445

Summary: Dean been distracted by hunting lately, but he’s fully focused now. Everything is clear to him.

Created for @spngenrebingo & @spnchristmasbingo

Dean was usually so good about keeping Baby maintained and in top condition. Her oil was always changed hundreds of miles before it needed to be, the air pressure and tread on her tires was checked on practically a weekly basis along with her fluid levels. Some people might say he was obsessive about his car. You’d come to understand she was more than just a car to him, and the way he cared for her was the way he cared for anything and anyone that mattered to him.

It was one of the many admirable qualities about Dean. You had noticed this softer side of his in so many small ways since you’d met him. Along with that softness, he possessed a driven determination. That determination pushed him to keep hunting the next monster, save the next person, do what he could to make the world better. That was why Baby hadn’t been receiving her usual amount of attention lately, too many monsters in the world. That was also the reason the two of you were stuck in the middle of nowhere Montana right now. Baby had a dead battery.

That was bad enough, but it was the week before Christmas, and in Montana that meant full fledged winter. Walking out of here wasn’t an option. The last town you’d passed through was thirty miles back, and new snow was beginning to fall. Even worse, the cell signal out here was so weak Dean had barely gotten to say ten words to Sam before the line went dead. He reassured you that was enough for his tech geek brother to turn on the GPS and find you. You just had to wait it out. 

Fortunately, Baby’s trunk contained not only every weapon known to humankind but also sleeping bags and blankets in the compartment beneath those weapons. Dean fetched those and covered the backseat with a sleeping bag, leaving the other covers in a pile for now, then he motioned for you to get inside with a lopsided smile, “We’re going to have to make the best of it until Sam gets here.”

Sam didn’t drive the way Dean did, but he could be fast enough when the situation called for it. Still, it would take hours for him to get here. That was a long time with the temperature dropping the way it was. You tried to sound more sure that the two of you would make it through this okay than you felt. “What are we going to do exactly?” The uncertainty was in your voice in spite of your best efforts, and you knew Dean could hear it based on his reaction. He went into joking and downplaying the situation mode.

“We’re gonna get under those blankets and sing Christmas carols. I have a fabulous voice.” He held the car door open and swept his arm gallantly toward the interior and the back seat. You climbed in and Dean followed, closing the door behind him.

It wasn’t the first time you’d been in Baby’s backseat by any means, but it was the first time you had been here with Dean. You knew it wasn’t the first time Dean had been back here either; the difference was he wasn’t a passenger when he was in the backseat of this car. Better not to think about that right now. You were in danger of freezing to death; you could think about your crush and deal with your jealousy tomorrow after you survived.

Dean reached around you, grabbed the other sleeping bag, and settled it around the two of you; then he did the same with a blanket. His final move was to put his arms around you and draw you in close to him. He rested his chin on top of your head and dropped the bravado. “I’m gonna keep you warm, Y/N. It’ll be okay.”

His body was warm, but as the last of the heat disappeared from the inside of the car, you could feel the cold gathering around the little cocoon Dean had made. You weren’t going to let yourself be scared. You were with Dean, and he would take care of you. You tried to snuggle closer to him, but you were already about as close as you could get. So, you tried to distract yourself. “What about those Christmas songs, Dean?”

He rubbed his hand along your back to create more warmth. “I kinda exaggerated that a little. I can’t sing at all.” You put your head on his shoulder and sighed, only it wasn’t the contented kind; it was much more the “I can make it through this” kind of sigh. Dean tried to redirect your thoughts with a different approach. “I can tell stories though.”

“Really?” You didn’t lift your head from his shoulder and slipped your hand beneath his jacket. Dean took it for what it was, a gesture to keep warm, but it was more than that to you. It comforted you to feel him closer. “Tell me one. Tell me a Christmas story.”

“Well...um...I don’t really have too many Christmas memories, but I’ll tell you what I’d like to do.”

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I felt your hand slide across my stomach and come to a stop on my ribs. Under different circumstances, it wouldn’t be long before I’d be kissing you. It’d be the kind of kiss that was hot and previewed what else I was about to do to you. We weren’t in those kind of circumstances. I should have gotten you in the back of this car before now and made out with you the way I couldn’t stop thinking about. I should have done a lot of things, but now here we are. You want to hear a Christmas story, so I’m going to tell you what I should have done about Christmas. 

“When we get back to the bunker…” That’s it. Keep the focus on we are going to get out of here. “I’m going to get a tree, and we’re going to find some ornaments. I bet the Men of Letters stashed some somewhere in that place. Or, we’ll buy some. But we’re going to decorate that thing. You, me, and Sam. It’ll be a big one too. You can decide where we put it. Where do you think the tree should go?”

You shifted against me. You still felt warm enough, but I wish there was a way I could keep you warmer. It’s my fault you’re in this mess. How could I be this stupid? I’ve been taking care of this car since I was a kid. This is probably the biggest fuck up of my life, and there’s plenty to choose from. You answer my question, pulling me out of the downward spiral I’m in.  “I think it should go in the library, so we see it as soon as we come into the bunker. And we spend the most time there. Maybe we could get another tiny one for the kitchen to look at while we eat?”

You love Christmas trees. Why didn’t I ever know that? You love them, and I haven’t gotten you a single fucking one the whole time you’ve been living with us. “Yeah. Sure we can get a little one too. We’ll make strings of popcorn to put on it like they did in those Christmas movies Sam watched when we were kids.” I realized then it was Sam who’d watched the movies and the reindeer cartoons. Sam had wanted Christmas too, and I’d just blocked the whole thing out. Christmas had probably gone up in flames on the ceiling for me the night my mother died. I regret that now.

What else was in those movies Sam used to watch? “We’ll make hot chocolate too, with whipped cream, and stick a candy cane in it. We can wrap presents together. Maybe you could teach me how to wrap them better so they look pretty good?”

Your hand felt so small on me, and your voice was quiet. “Yes, I’ll teach you how to wrap presents. There should be a lot of presents under the tree. You haven’t had many presents, Dean, and you should have. You deserve presents.” Where did that come from? 

“I...I don’t know about that, but you do.”  You were beginning to feel colder to my touch. I needed to do something. “Y/N, let’s lie down, sweetheart.” Hopefully, full body contact would make you warmer. I lay you down on the seat and stretched out next to you so the entire length of my body was against you. I made sure a blanket was pulled up behind you to cover the seat of the Impala because it was probably warmer than the leather. 

You put your cheek on my neck, seeking out the warmth I had to give you. “You okay, Y/N?” You nodded but didn’t answer out loud. I didn’t like the quiet. It was better to keep you talking. “What do you want for Christmas this year? I’ll make sure Santa knows.” 

That made you laugh. “Is Santa real too? Have you been holding out on me?” 

Yeah, I’ve been holding out on you, but not about Santa Claus. “I could get a message to him. What do you want?”

You giggled, and it was a beautiful sound. “I want some Christmas pajamas.” I could picture you in something like that. It was cute and sexy. “Will you get some too? And Sam? We could have matching pajamas. Like a family.” Wait a minute. Did you just put me in the brother category? And why was I worried about that now?

“Sure, sweetheart. I’ll tell Santa to get us all Christmas pajamas.” It’s going to take one hell of a bribe to get Sam to go along with this one. 

Then you surprised me because you asked, “Dean, what do you want?” I had no idea how to answer that question. The things I wanted couldn’t be put inside a box or under a Christmas tree. 

Hell with it. I’m just going to be honest. “I want you and Sam to be happy.” That sounded a little like I was making you a sister which I’m definitely not, so maybe you didn’t brother zone me before. 

You kissed my cheek, and it warmed me inside, making me forget how cold it was on the outside for a few seconds. “I want you to be happy too, Dean.”

It wasn’t the right time or place, but I put my finger under your chin, tilted your face up, and kissed you. It was a soft kiss, a kiss to tell you what I was afraid to say, what I’ve always been afraid to say, afraid to even admit until we’re in a situation like this, until I can’t push it away or distract myself with something that doesn’t matter nearly as much. I love you. But I can’t tell you that now because it might sound like some kind of deathbed confession, and I can’t let you think you’re going to die. You’re not; I won’t let you die. 

One thing my father did that I am very thankful for at this moment was teach me how to survive. I hope you understand what I’m about to do. In this kind of cold, you need body heat. Direct body heat; our clothes are in the way. They’ve got to go. Your eyes are starting to drift closed, and that can’t happen. 

I lift your head up, and you slowly open your eyes. “Hey, Y/N. Stay with me. Okay? Keep your eyes open. Let me see how beautiful they are. Look at me, Y/N.” I put my hands on your cheeks and hold your face steady to keep you focused on me. “I need to get you warmer. My body can do that if I take off my clothes. It’ll be warmer that way. Okay?” You nod at me. My heart is pounding so hard in my chest. I’m scared, but I steady my voice for you. “Then, I’m going to take yours off, so our skin is touching.” You nod again. 

“Alright.” I kiss your forehead then take my jacket off, thinking I can put that on top of you later too. I take the rest of my clothes off and get back under the sleeping bag. I notice the snow is falling heavy outside. I hope Sam can find the car when he gets here. I’m careful when I take your clothes off to keep you under the covers. 

When everything is gone, it’s just you pressed up close against me. I’ve got to keep you awake, keep you talking. “When we get back home, I’m going to take you on a real date. The least I can do is take you to dinner after you got naked with me.” You smile at my stupid joke. That’s good. “We’ll go to Lawrence. I’ll show you where I grew up. There’s this steakhouse there that I can barely remember, but my dad used to take my mom there. They couldn’t afford a babysitter, so I went along. They had these menus for kids you could draw on, and I always got crayons. I colored everything blue. I remember my mom laughed about that.” 

This was too far down memory lane. I was probably boring you. “Do you like steak? We could have seafood instead, or Italian, or something. Anything you want.” 

“I like sweet potatoes. Can you get a sweet potato with your steak?” Crap. I don’t know. You couldn’t thirty years ago, but you couldn’t get sweet potatoes anywhere then. 

“You want sweet potatoes? We’ll go somewhere where they have sweet potatoes.” I kiss the top of your head again. “I’ll take you anywhere you want to go. We can go to a real city if you want. Go somewhere really fancy. Dallas maybe. Do you want to see the lights of the big city?” 

The only answer I got was, “You’re so warm, Dean. You feel so good.” 

I put my hand on the back of your head and held it. “I’m gonna make you say that under different circumstances.” My joke, that wasn’t really a joke, wasn’t working this time.

I wasn’t sure you even heard me, but then you whispered, “Promise?”

“Promise.” A single tear slid down my cheek.

The knock on the window was loud; it made me jump, but you didn’t notice. “Dean! Dean!” I have never been so happy to hear my brother. We’re going home, and you’re going to have those pajamas. 

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[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Imagine...Dean Noticing When You’re Down

Summary: The reader is having a rough morning and Dean helps her out...

Pairing: Dean x reader

Square: Cuddling

Word Count: 565

Warnings: slight angst

A/N: Written for @spngenrebingo​​

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“Sweetheart,” said Dean from the table. You blinked and knew you’d been zoning, Dean giving you a careful look from where he sat. “You alright?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, returning to making your cup of coffee.

“Y/N. Why aren’t you using the machine?” he asked. You looked back at him and he pointed to the coffee maker. “You just dumped coffee grounds into a cup of water.”

“Oh,” you said, staring at it before you dumped it out in the sink. “I must be tired.”

“Why don’t you go on back to bed a bit, you seem a little out of it,” said Dean.

“Yeah. Maybe I will,” you said, scratching your head as you left the kitchen. You shut your eyes and wearily walked back to the bedroom. He was concerned now which was exactly the opposite of what you wanted. Maybe you could lay in bed for a bit and then just fake that you hadn’t slept well the night before.

You sat down on the edge of the bed when you returned, resting your head in your hands.

“Please answer this questions honestly,” said Dean. You lifted your head, Dean walking in the room before he knelt down in front of you. “Are you okay?”

“Not really,” you said quietly. He gave you a smile and took your hands in his. “I hate my head.”

“S’okay. I still like it,” he said. You nodded and he sat up on the bed, wrapping his arms around you as he pulled you down to lay. “Anything in particular or just an off day?”

“Off day,” you whispered, shutting your eyes. “I’m sorry. You don’t have to stay in-”

“How about we have a lazy morning, lay in bed and let me cuddle you while I tell you how much I love you,” he said, kissing the tip of your nose. “That seems like a pretty good idea to me.”

“There’s things to do,” you said, not bothering to try and squirm away. He’d only pull you back into his chest. He hummed and you felt him pull you close anyways, your eyes opening to find soft green ones staring back. 

“I love you,” he said.

“You shouldn’t,” you mumbled.

“Kinda my choice who I get to love and that’s you. I actually love you like a whole lot so you should probably just give in and get used to the fact that I love you more than anything in the world. It’s actually the ideal situation,” he said, smiling as he kissed your forehead. “I love you, sweetheart.”

“I know,” you said. “I love you too. I just don’t love me very much today.”

“I understand. So let’s take a little while to just enjoy this and remember that I love you always, even when you don’t love yourself, and maybe by lunchtime you’ll feel a little better and we can get some good comfort food. Do you like that plan?” he asked.

“It normally works,” you smiled. “Yeah, I’d like to do that.”

“Okay, sweetheart,” he said as he tucked you into his nooks and crannies, making sure you could feel his warmth and his touch. “You’ll feel better soon. I promise.”

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[jayankles]

“It’s not illegal if you pay for it.” - Camp fire

Pairing: Hunter Hardon x Venus Ryder (Pornstar!Dean x Pornstar!Reader)

Summary: Part of my Pornstar AU series. Hunter leads Venus into the forest, little does she know Hunter has a plan to fuck her senseless.

Word Count: 1012

Warnings: Smut (PWP)

Written for: @/spnonewordbingo | @/spngenrebingo | @spnkinkbingo

Square Filled: Embers | camp fire | public sex

Kinktober Day 23: Rough Sex | Camping - @becs-bunker

I am so tempted to name these after stupid porn titles. If you have any for this one send them in.

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“Hey, you cold?” Hunter asks and she nods, taking his offered hand. She trusted him but he led her deeper into the woods; it was the opposite path she thought he would take. She starts to trust him a little less, her heart beating a mile a minute and when she tries to pull her hand from his grasp, Hunter doesn’t give in, tightening his grip.

Hunter has only one thing on his mind. He wants to fuck the living daylights out of Venus. He has this primal need, this urge to just bend her over, right then and there but it's her hand in his that stops him from doing so. That reminds him of the plan he had put into action to get her to think she had come up with the idea. 

Hunter leads Venus to the pit, the fire roaring, embers flickering into ash. She snuggles in under his arm, still cold. She welcomes the heat from the flames but the heat from Hunter is way better, rubbing the goosebumps away.

“Is that better, Vee?” He asks, removing his waistcoat and throwing it over the bench. Venus nods once more, seeing the muscles under Hunters tight shirt bulge through as he flexes.

“I can think of another way to get warm and sweaty.”

His plan is working. 

Venus makes the first move, joining Hunter and getting to her feet, standing toe to toe with him. She presses her body against his, feeling every one of his muscles move against her. Venus takes this as a sign to continue, her hands reaching out and squeezing his shoulders.

In a matter of seconds, her fingers deftly finding his buttons, wasting no time in undoing each and every one of them before Venus pulled Hunter down for a scorching kiss. Hunter’s hands aren’t far behind as he pulls the sleeves of her dress down her arms, fingers almost tearing the dress off of her. Venus gasps as her tits bounce free from their confines, her eyes widening when Hunter smirks and latches his lips onto her nipples.

Venus coughs out a laugh, surprised at how eager he is. She’s throbbing, clenching around nothing, hoping that Hunter fucks her aching pussy, she doesn’t care whether it was his tongue, his fingers, or his cock. She wanted it all.

Hunter’s teeth scrape along the pebbled nipple. Effortlessly, he hoists her up into his arms, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. The fire is enough to keep them warm but Hunter figured he would deliver his warmth to her personally. He carries Venus over to the surrounding benches, laying her flat on her back. Hunter pulls his shirt from his body, tossing it to the other side of the bench. The beautiful woman in front of him lifts her legs but it's not enough for him, Hunter pushes her legs further into her chest. She groans when he sinks to his knees, pressing his mouth over her naked pussy, his tongue juts out to lap through her folds and over her clit.

Venus squeals in response, Hunter getting a taste of her before pulling away and pulling his pants down to free his bulging cock. He palms himself in his hand, pumping it a few times before he slaps it over her clit before he lines himself up with her entrance.

Pushing in a little too roughly, Venus winces but immediately replaces it with a delighted moan. The fire lights up her face, intensifying her fierce features. The small embers floating in front of her twitching eyes, some of them landing on her bare back; the sting becoming pleasurable as Hunter quickened his pace.

He grunted in time with his swift thrusts, his fingers biting into her hips, deliciously bruising the skin. They both knew that she would feel those marks in the morning. But right now, in that moment, she was enjoying being absolutely railed by her man. 

Moaning, Venus’ mouth falls open at the thought of Hunter’s seed inside of her. “Yes, fuck, keep fucking me like that, Hunter.”

Her legs wrap around his hips and push his cock deeper inside of her. Abruptly, Hunter pulls out of Venus’ cunt, leaving her whining at how empty she became. “On your knees, Vee.”

She did as commanded, face down and ass in the air. Hunter pushes in once more, rougher this time, hips snapping forward against her ass. Every time he feels Venus clench around his cock, a sound of pleasure falls from his plump lips.

His movements are hard and fast, pelvis thrusting into her ass every chance he got. The slapping between their bodies makes Venus cry out in ecstasy, she was so close and Hunter knew what he needed to do to push her over the edge. His fingers tangled into her hair pulling her back against his naked chest. Hunter thrusts up into her, one of his hands wrapping around her throat as the other finds her throbbing clit.

Hunter pressed his fingers deeper into her throat, bruising the pulsing skin, so close to cutting off her breathing. It only intensified her impending orgasm. Venus’ legs began shaking, becoming as weak as her throat, her nails scratching against any piece of skin that she could claw and cling on to. Suddenly, her orgasm crashes over her and she collapses in a heap in Hunter’s arms. He fucks her through the aftershocks, his stomach clenches and he groans into her ear as he pulls out of her pussy, thick ropes of his come, painting her back.

Falling on top of her, Hunter pants, trying to regain his breaths and composure. “You warm enough, Vee?” He asks, carefully taking a seat on the bench, noting the post climatic glow on her face. 

“Yeah,” she giggles, reaching back to scrape some of his come on her finger, licking it off before falling into his embrace. Her staggered breaths slowly began returning to normal. “But you may need to carry me back to the house, you fucked me so good.”

���And Cut!”

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[spngenrebingo]

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[iwantthedean]

Safe & Sweet

Summary: If things keep up like this, your secret feelings for Jack aren’t going to stay secret for long. Pairing: Jack Kline x Reader (kind of) Word Count: 1160 Warnings: Violent nightmare, brief description.  Square Filled: Bed Sharing for @spngenrebingo​ -- BLACKOUT!  Square Filled: Pining for @spntfwbingo​

“Stare a little harder, he might be able to hear your thoughts.”

You hadn’t actually realized you were staring until Dean made his snarky comment. You punched him in the shoulder, and there was nothing playful about the strike. 

Dean rubbed his arm and frowned. “Hey, c’mon now. Sammy and I have been telling you for a while now to just go for it. What could it hurt?”

You glanced at Jack before returning your attention to Dean. “A lot of things, Dean. It could hurt a lot of things. He’s a nephilim, he’s the son of Satan, he’s still learning about the world, he’s got mommy issues … would you like me to continue?”

But Dean only rolled his eyes and went back to whatever he had been doing before he decided it was necessary to give you a hard time. You preoccupied yourself with a search on the laptop for a new case or some weird happenings you could monitor — anything to keep you from staring at Jack again. 

“Possible poltergeist in Salt Lake City. Anyone wanna go?”

Dean, Sam, and Jack agreed one after the other. You nailed down a few details while the boys packed up the Impala; thirty minutes after you had found the case, the four of you were on the road. Dean drove, Sammy took shotgun, which left you and Jack to share the backseat. If you weren’t so bothered from Dean’s earlier comment, it may not have been that big of a deal. 

You buckled your seatbelt and scooted as far over as possible. There was so much room between you and Jack, both Winchester brothers could have comfortably sat between the two of you. 

“Everything okay, Y/N?” Jack asked in his innocent way. He wasn’t self-conscious that he had done something, but you guessed he could sense the tension coming from you and wanted to fix it — not because he returned your feelings but because he was Jack. Sweet, good, caring Jack. 

You nodded and gave him a tight smile. “I’m tired, is all. I’ll sleep on the way, I think.”

Jack nodded an acknowledgement to your statement and went back to looking out the window on his side. You balled your jacket up to serve as a pillow and tried to fall into a restful sleep during the bumpy ride from Lebanon to Salt Lake. 

Something about the way Dean was smiling to himself made you wary when he came out of the motel’s front office. He handed a key to Sam, then one to you. 

“One double room and one single left. Sammy and I get the double, you and Jack can share the single.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, ready to spew all sort of vulgarities. Jack beat you to it though, grinning as he took the key from your hand. 

“It’ll be fun! I’ll get our stuff out of the trunk.”

As he went off to complete the task, you looked at Dean. “I fucking hate you.”

“You love me — but not like you love Jack,” Dean teased, walking away before you could punch him again. “Listen, let’s get unpacked and go start asking some questions.”

Nodding, you jogged to catch up with Jack so you could change your clothes to something more befitting your cover. 

The hunt was nothing out of the ordinary for a poltergeist — dirty, scary, and damn near fatal. Fortunately, you all made it out of there with your lives, mostly whole, and the house was now poltergeist free. 

After a few beers and one hefty cheeseburger, you went back to the hotel room for a shower and what was certain to be better sleep than you had gotten on the ride out. Jack had stayed behind with Sam and Dean, so seeing him sitting at the foot of the bed when you came out of the shower was a surprise. 

“Didn’t expect you to be there,” you chuckled nervously, running a hand through your wet hair. “Have enough fun with the boys?”

Jack shrugged. “They said you have nightmares sometimes after hunts. I thought maybe you’d want to not be alone when you go to sleep. I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“It’s fine, really. The startling and the sleeping — you can go back to their room, if you want. They don’t sleep but for a few hours and you don’t sleep much. I’m just gonna crash.”

“I’ll stay.”

You nodded and gave him a tight smile. “Okay. G’night Jack.”

“Good night, Y/N.”

He stayed at the foot of the bed; you crawled under the covers and arranged the pillows so that you had one under your head and another you could hold on to while you slept. You turned on the old television in the room, letting the background noise lull you sleep — a plan which found success far sooner than you would have imagined. 

The nightmares came. Your subconscious mind conjured up images of the poltergeist no longer being in the house, but instead coming after you and the Winchesters and Jack. It tore Sam and Dean to pieces and burned Jack from the inside out before coming after you. Blood sprayed everywhere as it came after you, striking again and again until you could feel the life leaving your body. 

And then, you were calm. The poltergeist was gone, there was no blood, anywhere. You were at the lake with the boys, enjoying a perfectly warm, sunny day. The sudden change  startled you more than the dream, pulling you from your sleep. 

Someone was in the bed with you, holding you close. You rolled to your back and saw Jack leaning over you. 

“Jack … what …?”

He pressed his lips together, perhaps worried about what your reaction would be to his explanation. “You started to scream in your sleep. I calmed you down. Gave you a better dream. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

You sat up and so did he. It took a few deep breaths, but you were finally able to shake your head and dismiss his concerns. 

“The dream was good — usually don’t get one of those after a nightmare, is all. I’d rather be awake than in that nightmare.”

Jack gave you a hesitant smile. “So you’re not mad?”

“No. Not mad. Thank you, Jack.”

“You can go back to sleep. I’ll be right here in case you have another nightmare.”

This was a dangerous situation for you; it was far too easy to lay back down and let Jack tuck the covers around you. He stayed close as you drifted back to sleep, stroking your hair and telling you in a soft voice one of the magical stories his mother had told him before he was born. 

Maybe you would never get the gumption to tell Jack how you felt, but as long as he was around, you had no doubt that you would sleep safe, haunted by nothing but sweet dreams. 

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[amanda-teaches]

Til Death Do Us Part? (1)

Series Summary: At a work party with your best friend, Dean, you panic when your new boss asks if you’re couple. Lying to protect your promotion, you wind up fake engaged before you can take it back. When Dean agrees to go along with your lie for a weekend retreat, you end up finding something neither of you had bargained for: love.

Pairing: AU Dean x Reader

Square filled: Fake Dating/Marriage for @spndeanbingo​, Fake Marriage for @spngenrebingo​, Mistaken for a couple for @spnfluffbingo​, “He’s always been there for me through all my terrible relationships and shit, and I can tell him anything” for @spnquotebingo​

Word Count: 2135

Warnings: A hint of future angst, some swearing, fluff

A/N: This is the first part of a little mini-series I’ve been working on. It will probably be around 3-4 parts, or more depending on how much fluffy cuteness I plop in the middle, but I’m pretty excited about it, so I wanted to share the first part with you all to see what you think. I hope you like it! Let me know! I haven’t finished writing yet, so you never know if your reactions may influence the series. ;)

Til Death Do Us Part? Masterlist

In the dead of the night, sitting on a deserted train station bench in the middle of the pouring rain, you finally felt safe enough to let yourself cry.

So, you sobbed. All alone, in the silky, golden evening gown that you’d felt so goddamn beautiful in, you sobbed, the tears running down your face and into your already-wet hair.

You pulled the note out of your pocket, watching as the words began to smear and run down the page.

To the Future Mrs. Winchester,

You look gorgeous tonight. Just like every night. Remember to save me a dance.

D

You closed your eyes and cried even harder, the sobs wracking your body. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. It was all supposed to be fake, a means to an end, one friend helping another...

You weren’t supposed to fall in love. 

Damn that Dean Winchester.

One week and two days earlier…

You opened up the dating app on your phone, and scrolled through the dozens of “hey, sexy” and “what r u wearing?” messages before closing it again in disgust. “Oh my God, what’s the point of this stupid thing?”

Your best friend, Francesca, plopped down on the couch beside you, a bowl of popcorn in her hands, and looked over at your phone with a smirk. “The wonderful world of online dating?”

“How did you ever guess?” you answered sarcastically, amusement softening your tone. “Geez, it’s crazy! For every nice guy I find, there’s like 100 creeps.”

“Hey, what happened to that one guy? The therapist?”

You groaned. “He tried to psychoanalyze me all night. Wound up crying on my shoulder over his repressed daddy issues.”

“The architect?”

“Drew up the plans for our dream house within the first 10 minutes of the date.”

“The musician?”

“Texted his ex the whole night.”

She laughed and shook her head. “God, am I glad that I’m married.” Then, she turned to you, tucking a leg underneath her. “Hey, when are you going to give up on this whole online dating thing and just go out with Dean?”

Rolling your eyes, you shook your head. “I’ve told you a thousand times. Dean and I are just friends.”

“Oh, sure,” she laughed. “Just friends who text everyday, spend hours on Facetime with each other, and act as each other’s emotional support systems. Y/N, you’re practically married. The only thing missing is the sex.”

“Francesca!” you cried, an undercurrent of laughter running through your voice. “We are not practically married. Look, I love Dean, he’s always been there for me through all my terrible relationships and shit, and I can tell him anything, but that’s all it is. We’re just friends, I swear.”

She looked at you for another moment, skepticism filling her eyes. “Mhmm, keep telling yourself that. I’m just saying, you could do a lot worse than Dean Winchester. You don’t snap him up now, someone else will. And, ‘just friends’ or not, Y/N, I can guarantee, if that happens, you’re gonna regret not going for it.”

She sat back, focusing on her popcorn and queueing up the movie for the night, but you stayed staring straight ahead, her words lingering in your head. You wanted Dean to be happy, to find someone, just like you were trying to. You wouldn’t regret that if it happened...right?

Picking up your phone again, you stared at the picture of you and Dean that lived on your lockscreen, a smile playing at the corners of your mouth. You were going to see him tomorrow. He was your “date” to a party your new boss was throwing to get to know everyone, but you’d only asked him because you didn’t want to go alone. He was always your plus one to these kinds of things, and vice versa. You both knew it was strictly as friends, there wasn’t anything more than that. Besides, you were sure that the two of you could never really work. 

At least that’s what you kept telling yourself.

The sound of Dean’s Impala rumbling up to your house the next morning made your heartbeat a little faster than you were willing to admit. Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath to calm yourself and grabbed your purse and phone, heading towards the door. You were sitting in his passenger seat in no time at all, with him smiling at you from across the bench seat.

“Ready to impress the new boss?”

“Hell yeah,” you nodded. “Thanks for coming with me. I hate doing these things alone.”

“Course,” he replied, shifting the car into gear with an easy smile on your face. “You know how impressive I naturally am.”

“Mhmm,” you laughed, shaking your head slightly. He grinned and winked at you, pulling the car into the street on the way to the “garden party” as your boss was calling it.

You were expecting some sort of outdoor barbecue/picnic situation, but when Dean pulled up in front of the mini mansion the address led to, and you saw the valets parking the cars, you were glad you’d worn your nicest sun dress.

“Damn,” he whistled, under his breath, staring out the dashboard. “Who’s your new boss, Richie Rich?”

“Apparently,” you muttered, still in disbelief. “I was not expecting this when I woke up this morning.”

“But, good news,” Dean pointed out, stopping his car in the middle of the circular driveway. “I bet the free food’s gonna be out of this world.”

You laughed as Dean got out, rushing around to your side of the car to open the door for you. You smiled and thanked him, and, after watching him warn the valet to treat his baby better than his own mother, he escorted you inside, your arm intertwined with his. He whispered something that made you laugh again, and you leaned into him, whispering back, as if being this close was the most natural thing in the world. If only it was this easy with every other guy.

When you got to the backyard, Dean dropped your arm, making a beeline for the rows of white-linen tables stacked with food. You started to follow him, but, when you spotted your new boss out of the corner of your eye, you changed tactics, wanting to make a good impression on her before she was inundated with too many people.

“Clarissa, hi,” you stammered, a little awkwardly, once you reached her. “You have a beautiful home.”

“Thank you,” she said politely, turning to you. She studied you for a brief second before recognition registered, and her eyes lit up, a genuine smile replacing the formal one. “Oh! Y/N, right?”

“Uh, yes, yes!” You couldn’t believe she remembered your name already. Since you were one of four people vying for a coveted promotion at the company, this could be your big chance. “I’d really love to get a chance to talk with you about my thoughts on the Newman project.”

“Oh, of course, dear,” she humored you, dismissing the work talk by looking around. “Where did that nice young man that you came in with go?”

Your eyebrows furrowed. “Oh, Dean? He went to get us some food.”

“That’s so sweet of him. You’ve got yourself a good one there.”

“Oh no, we’re just…”

“You know,” she said, cutting you off. “There’s a couple’s retreat next weekend for some of the higher ups in the firm, a little bonding experience, so to say. There’s an open spot left. Maybe you and your young man could come?” She leaned in and gave you a conspiratorial wink. “We’d have plenty of time to talk more if you were there.”

“A couple’s retreat?” you repeated back, growing flustered. “But, Dean and I, we aren’t…”

She glanced at your ring finger. “Oh, dear, you two aren’t married yet. Such a shame. Unfortunately, the retreat is for married and engaged couples only.” She sighed, staring down at her mimosa. “Oh, I guess I’ll have to give Stuart your spot.”

Stuart? Oh, no way in hell. That guy had been gunning for your promotion for well over a year. You panicked, looking over at Dean, who’d piled two plates full of food over at the buffet. Watching him, you imagined your promotion flying away, and you blurted out the only hail mary you could think of. “Wait! Dean and I are engaged!”

Clarissa’s eyes widened with excitement. “Oh, really?! I didn’t see a ring, so I just assumed.”

“Oh, well,” you bluffed, struggling to think of a believable cover. “It’s all pretty recent, so the ring’s, uh, getting resized. But, yes, we’re engaged. Fully committed and engaged to be married.”

“That’s wonderful!” she exclaimed, clapping her hands. “Then, you two can come to the retreat next weekend! It’s up at the Mountview, all inclusive.”

You whistled under your breath. Damn, the Mountview. It cost like 1,000 a night to stay there. Suddenly, you realized what you were doing, and you knew this innocent little lie was spiraling way out of control.

“Actually…”

She waved you off, looking over your shoulder. “This is so great! I’ve heard really great things about you, Y/N. I can’t wait for you and your fiance to knock the socks off our executives. Now, if you’ll excuse me for just a second.”

Before you could stop her, she was gone, having spotted someone across the room. You were left standing alone, and, looking up, you spotted Dean smiling at you from across the lawn, holding up his plates of food triumphantly.

Oh God, were you screwed.

“YOU SAID WHAT?!”

You looked around for a second, putting your hand on his chest to quiet him. “Shh, someone might hear.”

“So fuckin’ what if they hear, Y/N! You told your boss we were engaged!”

“I know, I know,” you whispered. You grabbed Dean’s hand and pulled him further into the hallway off the doors to the backyard, so your argument would be blocked from where the party was still going on, in full swing. “I’m an idiot, okay? I fully admit that.”

He looked down at you and exhaled heavily, running his hand through his hair. “What the hell were you thinking?”

“I don’t know!” you sputtered, beginning to ramble. “She thought we were a couple, and I tried to explain we were just friends, but then she kept talking and talking, and the retreat was all BAM, Mountview! And, then, then, she wanted to invite Stuart, I mean Stuart, of all people, and I just panicked, and, I...”

“Okay, okay,” he chuckled, placing his hands firmly on your shoulders. “Chill before you pass out on me. Deep breaths.”

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, leaning into him. He immediately wrapped his arms around you, the argument instantly forgotten, and pulled you into a warm, safe hug. “I’m so sorry…” you mumbled against his chest. “I just wanted that promotion so bad, I think I went a little crazy. I’ll go out there right now and tell her the truth.”

He sighed, his breath ghosting against your hair. “Maybe you shouldn’t.”

Pulling back, you looked up at him, puzzled. “What?”

“Well, you already told her we were engaged, and if you backtrack now, she’s going to think you’re a crazy liar. Besides, it’s only one weekend, right?”

“Wait, are you saying we should actually go? And, pretend to be engaged?”

His face split into an eager smile. “Yeah. We’re best friends, so we already know everything about each other. How hard can fake marriage be? We pretend to be engaged for a weekend, you get your promotion, then we ‘break up’ and decide we’re better off as friends. No one’s any wiser.”

You stared at him for a second, the ramifications of his plan running through your head. Francesca’s words came screaming back at you. “Y/N, you’re practically married. The only thing missing is the sex.” Dean was right, you did know everything about each other. How hard could it be to fake a relationship for a weekend. “Are you sure?” you asked sincerely. “I mean, really, really sure.”

He nodded, taking your hands in his and dropping to his knee with a dramatic flourish. “Y/N Y/L/N, will you fake marry me?”

You laughed looking down at him, the sight of his goofy grin instantly bringing a smile to your face. You nodded, agreeing, but, no matter how much you tried to ignore the voice in the back of your head, Francesca’s other words lingered. “You don’t snap him up now, someone else will. And, ‘just friends’ or not, Y/N, I can guarantee, if that happens, you’re gonna regret not going for it.”

Shit, you really were in over your head this time.

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[whatareyousearchingfordean]

This Night

Summary: After the Winchesters rescue her from the clutches of some no name demon, she has trouble facing the dark alone. Dean decides to try and help her take her mind off the memories that haunt her dreams. 

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Plus Size!Reader

Word Count: 5.7K+

Warnings: Language, descriptions of torture, brief mention of suicidal thoughts, post traumatic stress, angst all around

Square Filled: Road Trip

Author’s Note: Written for @spngenrebingo . This fic was inspired by Luke Bryan’s “I Don’t Want This Night To End”, it doesn’t have exactly the same feeling but it gave me the idea so...I love comforting Dean with all my soul. Also, not sorry about the another plus size reader but I can never find any when I look so this is my furthered contribution to the collection of them. xo Alex

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The tip of the angel blade poked between the buttons of her blouse and with a small flick of the demon’s wrist, it popped the seam holding them in place. Her blouse fell open further revealing her chest to the demon.

“You know, I never quite understood why the Winchester ever kept you around.” He seethed, running the blade over the swell of her left breast and breaking the skin. Warm blood trickled down her abdomen. At this point, her body had become almost numb to the pain he was inflicting on her. This had nothing on the punches to her jaw or the kicks to her ribs. Each breath she took felt like someone was shoving a hot poker in her chest. It didn’t even compare to the other cuts that littered her body between her fingers, on her neck, face and body. The one across her stomach would still trickle blood if she moved too quickly.

“You’re not a good hunter. And they certainly don’t keep you around to look at.” He gestured non committedly at her plump figure that hung from the shackles raising her arms above her head. The chains were holding up most of her weight, only her toes had contact with the ground. 

“Fuck you.” She spit down at his feet, the blood mixed with her saliva splashing against the dirty concrete. Her words were weaker than she was hoping, her body too far into survival mode to care about talking. 

“Oh, hit a nerve there on that one didn’t I, princess? So who is it? Which one are you holding a torch for?” The demon stepped up close to her, their chest nearly touching as he searched her face. The corner of his mouth twitched as he tried to read her expression. “Maybe it’s Sammy boy and those freakishly long legs?” He paused to gauge her reaction before continuing. “Or maybe it’s the brooding and pensive martyr, Dean-o?” 

She couldn’t help the way her eye averted from the demon, giving her away completely. “Ah, it is Dean. Should’ve guessed it sooner I suppose. Girls like you always want what they can never have.” She cried out when he gripped a chunk of her hair and forced her head back to open up her neck to him. He sniffed against her sweat and blood soaked skin before nuzzling his nose against her pulse. A grimace crossed her face as a chill ran up her spine. 

“You’ve seen the sluts that Dean takes home from the bars and fucks in seedy motel after seedy motel. How could you ever think he would even look twice at you?” The demon’s voice was barely above a whisper as he poked the tip of the angel blade into the hollow of her cheek. With a deep breath, she closed her eyes to prepare herself.

“So why waste your time protecting those idiots. Tell me where they are and what they are up to and I’ll let you waltz right out that door.” It was a tempting offer, but she doubted that the demon would hold up his end of the bargain. No, she would die protecting the Winchesters. After all, it was like he had said, she had nothing else to offer them except to maybe give them a little more time to finish the trials. That would be her gift to the men that she called family. The two idiots that she loved. 

“Yeah right, I do that and you kill me anyway. I’ll bid the Winchesters some time so your ass rots in Hell forever.” It took everything in her to muster up the false bravado now on display for this no name demon. 

“Have it your way.” He growled before swiping the blade across her cheekbone. The sound of her shrieks reverberated off the solid walls. 

 Y/n sat up straight in her bed, her chest heaving with every breath and her sweat soaked pajamas clinging to her clammy skin. It took her a second to take in her surroundings and determine she was still in her bedroom of the bunker and not back in the hands of that demon. She closed her eyes and tried to take deep breaths to calm her racing heart. 

Why she thought tonight would be any different from the rest, she wasn’t exactly sure. The same nightmare had plagued her every night since she had been saved by the Winchesters, and every night she woke up in a cold sweat. This time she could only hope that her body was exhausted enough that she wouldn’t dream at all. She had been wrong. 

Climbing out of her bed, she stripped herself of her soaked pajamas and grabbed her robe and a change of clothes. The bunker was quiet as she made her way to the showers. Sam and Dean had gone to bed before she had and even though she didn’t check her phone, she was sure that it was still the middle of the night. 

She started one of the showers, turning the water as hot as she could stand it and stepped under the spray. The steam in the air and the heat of the water against her skin helped to relax her tense muscles. She took her time in washing away the sweat from her skin but didn’t bother with her hair this time. When the water began to run cold, she decided it was time to get out. Grabbing a clean towel, she patted her body dry before wrapping it around her torso. She padded over to the sinks and wiped away the steam from the mirror. Her hair was tossed over one shoulder as she leaned forward to inspect her face. The large scar on her cheek was still an angry red color. Being a hunter, scars weren't anything new, but this one was refusing to fade and only served as a constant reminder of those few days she was held captive. The demon’s words were still fresh in her mind as if he was still standing next to her and whispering them in her ear. 

“How could you even think he would ever look twice at you?”

~

Dean appeared almost instantly at the rear door, pulling it open as it squeaked in protest. He held out his hand for her but she resisted. Instead she opted to drag herself out of the impala. The frown on his face at her refusal didn’t go unnoticed by the hunter. 

“Dean, I’m fine.” She got out through her gritted teeth as she tried to hide the grimace on her face. She used the door to haul herself to her feet, but even she wasn’t strong enough to hide the whimper that fell from her mouth as she tried to stand up straight. 

“Oh, yeah, you’re perfect.” He mocked. “Please quit being stubborn and let us help you to your room.” Y/n bit the inside of her cheek as she contemplated his offer. On the one hand she was exhausted and just wanted to sleep for a few days. On the other, every fiber in her being was trying to pull away from both the Winchesters. It was irrational, she knew that, because deep down she trusted these men more than anything, but the words of the demon were still too fresh in her mind. That was kind of the whole point though, was to sow the seeds of doubt in her mind. She just hated how well it had worked. 

Y/n nodded, her movement slight as she threw her arm over Dean’s shoulder so he could help her inside. Careful not to put too much of her weight on him, she let him guide her to her room. It was easier for her to move with his help, though she wouldn’t admit it. 

“Sammy, can you grab the first aid kit from the infirmary?” Dean looked over his shoulder at his little brother, who nodded and headed the opposite way without a word. Dean helped her sit down on the edge of her bed, his jaw ticking as he noticed her flinch again. 

Y/n kicked off her shoes, letting them fall wherever in her room as she rolled her shoulders in an attempt to pull the kinks from her still stiff muscles. Her head perked up as she heard Sam coming back down the hall. She watched as he handed the kit off to Dean, who nodded ever so slightly before closing the door behind Sam as he once again retreated. Her eyebrows scrunched as Dean turned back around.

“Take your shirt off, kid.” Dean indicated as he set the kit on the bed next to her. 

“Excuse me?” His words had caught her off guard and she blinked her eyes as she tried to focus herself. 

“Come on, your shirt is stained in blood. I know you are covered in cuts, just let me stitch you up.” Dean didn’t even look at her as he began taking items out of the kit. Alcohol, gauze, thread and a needle. All of it screaming at her as his words sunk in. 

“I’ve stiched myself up before, I’ve got this.” She tried waving him off and reached for the alcohol. His fingers wrapped around her wrist, halting her movements.

“Damn it Y/n, stop being so stubborn. You can barely move. I’m doing this, end of story.” His tone left her no room for argument. Normally, Dean didn’t phase her, she wasn’t one to back down from him. But now, she would do anything to keep him from raising his voice more than he already had. She knew that there was no way he could know what his words would do to her, so she couldn’t blame him for just being Dean.

“Fine.” Her voice was barely audible as her shaky fingers undid the last few buttons the demon hadn’t popped on her blouse. She pulled the ruined material from her body, pieces of the fabric sticking to her injuries where the blood had begun to dry. Now, in just her flimsy bra, whose material left little to the imagination, she felt more exposed than ever. 

As she finished taking off the offending fabric, Dean grabbed a towel from the kit and wet it down in the sink that sat in her room. He squatted down in front of her, dabbing the cool towel against the wound on her breast. She flinched from his touch, her body going rigid. His gaze was set on his task as heat crept up her cheeks and she was thankful that he was refusing to make eye contact with her. 

In all the times she pictured Dean getting her out of her shirt, this certainly was not one of them. Right now, she felt nothing but shame. Shame at the rolls that sat on her abdomen, shame at bruises forming under her ribs and the second gash on her flabby stomach. But mostly, shame that she ever let a demon get the jump on her in the first place. She was a poor excuse for a hunter, and now the Winchesters felt like they had to nurse her back to health. 

Dean moved on to the one on her stomach, cleaning away the blood on it as well. “These two aren’t too deep. I should be able to clean them up with some alcohol and let them heal.” He set the towel down and traded it for alcohol soaked gauze. Y/n hissed when it touched her open wound.

“‘M sorry.” Dean frowned, actually looking up at her this time. She didn’t respond to him, her eyes flitting away from him as the tears pooled in the corner of her eyes. Really, she wanted to ease his guilt by telling him it wasn’t his fault, but she couldn’t make her mouth form the words, not when she didn’t really believe them herself. That only made her feel guilty too. 

When she first stumbled upon the Winchesters, she had heard the stories, she knew what kind of fate followed them and those associated. Beside her better judgement though, she fell for those stupid loveable boys. They became too much like family for her to walk away, and that had become her undoing this time. So while it wasn’t actually Dean’s fault, she couldn’t help thinking how she wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for those damned Winchesters. And sure, as a hunter she wasn’t naive to the fact that her life would consist of nothing but blood and death, but she had never experienced anything on this scale. She couldn’t help wishing that the demon had just finished the job. 

Dean stood up and grabbed the towel again, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he pursed them. This time, he sat on the edge of the bed next to her, his fingers turning her head so he could see the gash on her cheek. 

“This one is pretty deep though, I’m going to have to stitch it up.” He commented as he cleaned away the dried blood. Y/n closed her eyes, she had figured as much, but that didn’t make the affirmation any easier. When the demon had but the blade against her skin, she had known it was worse than the others. In his rage, he had done some real damage, and now she was going to have to live with that reminder on her face everyday for the rest of her life. 

“This is gonna sting.” He added, touching the gauze to her cheek before she could react. Y/n bit the inside of her cheek as he disinfected the wound. This wouldn’t even be the worst of it. 

“We don’t have anything to numb it either, unfortunately.” Dean added once he exchanged the gauze for the needle.��

“Mm, on my desk.” Y/n got out, her hand waving towards the wooden piece of furniture. Dean furrowed his brow and looked over, seeing what she was insinuating sitting there in the corner. He got up to fetch the whiskey and handed it over to her. Her fingers wrapped around the neck of the bottle and she tipped it back, taking as much as she couldn handle into her mouth and swallowing. The burn down her throat was harsh, but the instant numbness that spread through her body was welcomed. Having an empty stomach certainly helped as well. She took another long pull before offering it to Dean. He took it without word and copied her actions, handing the bottle back to her.

With one last drink from the bottle, she shook her head and let out a long breath. “Okay, I’m ready.” Dean nodded and sat back down. Y/n closed her eyes in anticipation. She tried counting in her head as she waited for Dean to start, anything to focus her mind away from what was to come. 

A grunt forced its way up her throat and out her nose as the needle pierced her skin. Her tongue was caught between her teeth now as she fought everything in her to not scream. It would only serve to mess Dean up, and she would end up more mangled than she already was. Instead, her hand flew to Dean’s thigh, her fingers squeezing into the jean clad limb. 

With all her strength put behind the action, she knew she had to be hurting him, but the hunter never even acknowledged that she had touched him. Dean took all that she had to give him without even a blink of his eye. 

The tears in her eyes spilled over the corners and ran down the inside of her cheeks. Dean’s thumb came up and brushed away the one on the cheek he was working on. 

“I’m done, kid. You can let go of me now.” There was a hint of amusement behind his soft tone as he kept her jaw cradled in his hand. Her eyes flew open, heat once more brandishing her cheeks as she let go of him like she had been electrocuted. 

“Sorry.” 

“It’s fine.” Dean smiled at her, their eyes locking together for a moment before he cleared his throat and began to clean up. “Uh, you’ll have to keep that dry for a few days, so uh… just be careful when you take a shower.” He rambled on as he tossed the bloody gauze before moving to rinse the towel out in the sink. 

“Thanks, Dean.” 

Dean turned back to her, his own eyes gleaming in the low light of her room. “Anyday, kid.” 

~

It wasn’t news to her that Dean was out of her league and no matter the torch she held for the hunter, she had resigned to that fact a long time ago. But there was something about having her own thoughts reaffirmed out loud by a total stranger that managed to break her. Now she has this hideous thing on her face and all hope she ever had was lost in the wind. 

With a sigh, she rubbed in some of her scar diminishing cream and pushed the thoughts out of her mind. Once she could get some control over these nightmares, she was out of here anyway. There was no reason for her to stick around. If she was being honest with herself, she was just scared of being picked up again for more information on the Winchester because she knew in her heart that she would do the same thing. She would defend them with her life, but she wasn’t sure that her heart could handle being rescued again. It was these moments in the quietest hours of the nights that she wishes she had never been saved at all. Though she was quick to swallow them down deep and hide them away for another night. 

Y/n ran a comb through her hair and tossed it into a heap on top of her head before getting dressed. As she exited the bathroom, she ran straight into a solid form. Dean’s hands flew out to steady her. 

“Sorry.” She mumbled, not meeting his eye. He frowned at her as he took in the scene in front of him. There was humid air falling from the room behind her and he caught the distinctive scent of her body wash. Her favorite old concert tee was tucked into the front of her high waisted jeans. 

“It’s fine. Did you just take a shower?” He let his hands fall from her shoulders. She glanced behind her and chuckled a little. 

“Oh yeah, sorry if I woke you.” the apology slipped past her lips before she could think twice about it. It was a bad habit that she had developed since she had been saved by the boys, though she wasn’t exactly sure where it had originated from. 

“You didn’t, it just… it’s two am Y/n/n.” Dean’s tongue pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. 

“I was a little gross, didn’t feel like waiting ‘till morning. No biggie.” Y/n made a move to side step Dean but he put himself back in her way. Her eyes scrunched closed as her body tensed and Dean instantly felt like an asshole, he should have known his movement would have triggered her. 

“Listen, I have a proposition for you. Meet me at Baby in ten?” Dean lowered his shoulders and took a step out of her personal space. 

“Dean, I-” 

“Please?” He interrupted her train of thought. With a sigh, she nodded her head and went for her room. She slipped on socks and a pair of shoes and grabbed her flannel. Once she was satisfied that she had what she needed for whatever it was that Dean had planned, she made her way down to the garage. To her surprise, he was already there, loading that old green cooler into the back seat. 

Dean smiled when he noticed she had entered the garage. “Hop in, sweetheart.” 

“Where are we going?” Her curiosity peaked as she climbed in the passenger seat.

“For a drive.” Dean shrugged his shoulders and pulled the impala out into the night. He stuck in her favorite cassette tape and turned it down to a reasonable level.

“I know that, but where to?” 

“Will you just trust me?” Dean turned to her and smiled for a moment before turning his attention back to the road. 

“I trust you with my life.” The words slipped out of her mouth before she could stop them. She could see out of the corner of her eye the way Dean’s jaw ticked and she wished she could take it back. 

These last few weeks had been hard on the Winchesters too. Both of them felt overwhelmingly guilty for her capture and she knew that. Once Dean had stitched her up, he could barely look at her. She assumed it was because of how mangled and frail she looked after a week of being in the demon’s capture. Really, it was the guilt he felt in his heart every time he saw the way she grimaced when she moved or the scar across her face. Sam wasn’t any better either. It took Y/n snapping at him to ‘shut up already’ when he had apologized to her for the thousandth time. None of it was their fault, really and she knew that, but what she wanted more than anything was to just move on and they were not making that easy for her.

The two of them fell into a comfortable silence, only the purr of the impala’s engine and the soft lull of the cassette playing to keep them company. Y/n’s gaze was fixed out the window, watching the passing landscape and counting the stars. She had never taken a good look at the countryside of Kansas on their many trips away from the bunker. The plains spanned out from the two lane highway, a beautiful piece of undisturbed Earth. Right now, she could imagine herself laying down in the middle of one of the fields, the plush greenery underneath her body a perfect cushion as she closes her eyes and succumbs to the darkness. 

The soft click of the song changing caught her attention. The soft melody was instantly recognizable. Dean’s eyes flickered to her as she leaned to turn the song up, a ghost of a smile passing her lips. He couldn’t help the smile that now graced his own features as she mumbled along to the lyrics. It was the first time since they had brought her home that he had noticed the tension dissipate from her shoulders. 

Dean came in on the chorus, his voice only a fraction of a decibel louder than her own, but it got her attention. Her head snapped to him, her eyebrows raised on her forehead before both of them put their all into the song. 

By the time the song faded, Y/n was giggling in the seat next to Dean. The sound gripped his heart in it’s fist, it was the most amazing thing he had heard in a long time. Even under its iron grip, it was like music to his ears. He wanted to spend all night just making her laugh. That’s when he got the perfect idea. Really, he had no plan other than to just drive when he shoved her into the passenger side of the impala, but now he understood where they had been headed the whole time. 

It was someplace he had discovered not long after they had found the bunker. He had needed a moment to cool off and went on a drive much like tonight and stumbled upon the deserted clearing. Actually, he hadn’t been back since. Life had become hectic, leaving little time for leisure and eventually the place had slipped his mind. Now, he knew it could be exactly what Y/n needed just like it had been for him all those years ago. 

As he turned down the gravel road, he noticed her interest peaked at his change of course. Her eyes were even more focused on her surroundings, darting back and forth as they passed under a canopy of trees. When the foliage cleared, the lake made its appearance, the moonlight bouncing over the soft waves on the surface. 

Dean pulled the impala as close to the dock as he could and put her in park. “Come on, kid.” He leaned over with a smile and patted Y/n’s knee before climbing out of the car. The warm late summer air had a tinge of humidity. Sounds of insects and the water rolling onto the shore hit both of them as they walked towards the small wooden dock that extended into the water. 

“What are we doing here?” She asked him as she followed behind him. The old wood creaked under their weight, causing the water to splash around its base. 

“We,” He smirked as he began to shrug off his flannel. “Are going for a swim.” Dean toed off his boots, pushing them away with his discarded flannel. 

“We’re what?” She couldn’t help the rise in her voice as she watched him continue to strip. First his t-shirt before he moved on to his belt. Y/n swallowed, the action caught in her throat as he shimmied his jeans down his thighs. He stood back up, now only in his dark briefs. 

“Swimming. That’s a lake, people do that in lakes.” Sarcasm was heavy in his words as he stepped to the edge of the dock. Dean winked before turning his back to her and diving into the dark water. Running to the edge she peered into the abyss, unable to make out anything in the night. A scream of his name was on the tip of her lips just as his head broke the surface. 

Dean shook the water from his head, his grin wider than a kid in a candy store. “Come on, kid. Jump in!” He hollered to her as the gentle waves around him splashed upon his face. She could tell from her vantage he was standing on the sand below, but the water was almost veiling the entire spanse of his broad shoulders and that meant that she would need to be on her toes to keep her own head above water. 

“You are insane, Winchester! I am not getting in that water!” 

“Chicken.” He taunted her.

“Uh yeah, you’re right. I have this thing about jumping into bodies of water that I can't see the bottom of.” She wasn’t lying to him, but she also wasn’t telling him the whole truth. The last thing she wanted to do right now was to strip down into her bra and underwear in front of Dean. And she certainly wasn’t jumping into the water in them. 

“If you don’t jump, I’m just going to have to come up there and pull you in, clothes and all.” He jested. 

“You wouldn’t dare.” Her smile fell, knowing full well that he would. Dean cocked an eyebrow before moving to the edge of the pier. He reached up, the muscles in his arms rippling as he began to tug himself up. “Ah! Okay, okay!” Dean halted his movements but didn’t back off. 

“I hate you so much.” Her chide remark lost on a triumphant Dean. Y/n bit the inside of her cheek as she turned away from him and began to undress. Her fingers were shaky as she tossed the items aside. It was too late to go back now that she was only in her bra and panties, but for some reason the idea of taking the plunge somehow scared her even more. 

“I’m waiting.” Dean sang out from below her. 

“Alright, hold your horses.” She barked and moved back to the edge. Screwing her eyes shut she leapt from dock, the cool water surrounding her as she slipped under the surface. The water was just cool enough to be refreshing, but it was also able to clear some of the fuzziness in her head before she broke back above the gentle waves. She wiped the water from her face and blinked a few times, finding Dean just inches in front of her. 

“Holy..” She breathed out. Somehow Dean knew exactly what she needed. It was like a light switched had been flipped in her head. Something about the way the dark water enveloped her body was comforting in a way she never remembered it ever being. Maybe it had something to do with the night sky above her, or even the solitude of the moment.

“I know.” Dean smirked, that air of arrogance once again crossing his features. As much as she loved the hunter wading in front of her, he could be such a smug man. She hated it and loved it at the same time. It was all a part of the Dean Winchester charm. 

“Alright,” She rolled her eyes at him. The last thing she wanted to do was give him the satisfaction. Dean flicked the water between them at her face, surprising her. She retaliated, giving a bit more force behind her action and sending water cascading over his face. Dean threw his head back and chuckled.

“Oh, kid you do not want to start.” 

“Hey! You splashed me first.” She defended as Dean pursed his lips. A smirk appeared on her lips as she figured she had won this fight, only for Dean to use both hands to splash her. The force of the wave sending her underwater for a second. 

“Winchester!” She spit the water from her mouth once she breached the surface again. Dean was laughing again and she grit her teeth. He asked for this. Y/n leapt onto the tall hunter, putting all her force into dunking him under the water. Dean flailed under her for a moment before his hands found her waist and he pulled her under along with him. After a beat, he brought both of them back to surface. Dean shook the water from his hair as she wiped it from her face. Both of them bust out laughing again as they got their bearings in the water. Dean still had his hands around her waist and on instinct her arms had gone around his neck. 

For a moment, Dean’s plan had worked wonders. All of the memories and worries haunting her mind had slipped away. It was just the two of them giggling like children in the cool water. That is until she realised their proximity to each other. Even in the light from the moon, she could make out the mixture of gold and emerald in his iris’ and the sheer number of freckles that adorn his cheeks and nose. Dean was gazing right back at her, taking in the barely visible flush in her cheeks and the way the water dripped from the edges of her lashes and the tip of her nose. It took her clearing her throat and glancing away to break him from his trance. 

Tightening his grip around her waist, Dean’s hands slid up her back to push her body as close to his as he could. He nuzzled his nose against hers as she gasped, the noise sharp in the quiet night. 

“Dean.” Her breath fanned over his face and Dean closed his eyes.

“Hmm?”

“What are you doing?” Dean didn’t respond with words, instead choosing to show her. He knew that she was fully aware of his intentions, but that she was more worried about why. Why he chose her, or more importantly to him, why he would keep choosing her. Dean’s lips brushed against her own, the pressure almost non existent. He still wanted to give her the option to stop him. When she didn’t, he pulled away and kissed her again with a little more force. Then again, and again, and again, until she was meeting him in the middle. Her blunt fingernails were now digging into the skin at the base of his skull as she pulled him to herself, all hesitation floating away with the waves. Y/n tilted her head back and opened her mouth to him, allowing his tongue to explore her mouth and move against her own. There was something about the way he tasted to her, there was not one thing she could pinn down, all of it intoxicatingly Dean Winchester. 

As she began to slip out of his grasp, Dean’s hands flew to the back of her thighs, encouraging her to wrap them around his waist. Too drunk on his mouth against her own, her body complied of its own accord. Her whole body clung to him like he was her life line, which she supposed he was. Even with everything she went through and all the doubts in her head, she knew with all her heart that if she let go of Dean, she would drown. 

Dean pulled his lips from hers, his chest heaving as he fought for air. “Damn, I’ve been wanting to do that for a while now.”

“So why didn’t you?”

“Honestly?” She nodded. “After we finally found you, you were so broken. I couldn’t help but feel guilty about that. Guilty about not protecting you. And you had changed, rightfully so. You weren’t the same girl I had stupidly fallen in love with. I didn’t know how to help you, hell I can’t even help myself out of that hole half the time.”

“So what changed?”

“You did. You bouncing your head to the beat of the music in Baby. It was you trying to drown me in a lake and laughing like the world was no longer on your shoulders. I’m sorry but I couldn’t keep this feeling in any longer.” He ran his hand over her wet locks. 

“Don’t be. Thank you Dean, for all of this. I don’t want this night to end.” Her words lowered into a soft whisper as she made her confession. 

“It doesn’t have to, kid. I’m here now.” Dean’s lips were soft but demanding as he stole her breath away one last time, pouring all his emotions and promises into his movements. He would be damned (again) if he ever let her go again. 

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Panic Room

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: angst

Word Count: 250

panic room (card two) for @spngenrebingo

A/N: aesthetic under the cut. pictures are not mine, but i made the aesthetic.

You have no idea what is happening, why there is so much panic, but you do know one thing for sure: whatever mess Dean is caught in, you’re pulled into the middle of it all. Normally, you wouldn’t care but you have a newborn baby to think about, and you will do everything possible to protect her.

“Dean, what is going on? You’re scaring me,” you panic.

“I need you two to stay in here,” he instructs, leading you to the panic room that’s inside Bobby Singer’s house. It’s a panic room that’s supposed to keep out all supernatural monsters including demons and angels. “Some very bad people are after me and Sam, and this is everything I can do to keep you two safe.”

“What about you?” you ask, holding your baby close.

“I’ll be fine. It’s nothing I haven’t dealt with before. I can’t fight them and worry about you two, so please stay in here. Don’t open the door no matter what you hear or see. If it’s really me, I will let myself in. The same thing goes for Bobby and Sam.”

“You’re scaring me,” you whimper.

He places his hands on both of your cheeks and kisses you quickly.

“I know, but you have to trust me.”

“I trust you,” you nod.

He kisses his baby boy’s head and leaves you two alone in the panic room. He closes the door, stunning you in silence. What will happen if he doesn’t come back? What then?

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[idreamofplaid]

What Tomorrow Brings

Square Filled: Opposites Attract for @spnfluffbingo & Bed Sharing for @spngenrebingo 

Characters: Dean x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Tags: oral (female receiving)

Summary: The reader’s been dreaming about Dean for weeks. She finally gets her chance, but she isn’t a one night stand kind of girl.

Word Count: 4134

Created for @spnfluffbingo & @spngenrebingo

It looked pretty much like all hunter’s cabins do. There was a small kitchen area with rustic wood cabinets and open shelves, suitable for preparing chili, sandwiches, or other simple food. The couch appeared comfortable enough and would serve the purpose of having a place to put your feet up and enjoy a glass of whiskey, just a little something to take the edge off that killing monsters created.

The cabin was typical with the exception of one major difference. In the sleeping nook, there was a bed that beckoned the weary and promised to restore what the constant stress of saving people took away. It was the kind of bed you’d find in a home, a real one, and it was to this bed that you were drawn. 

You lay back on it, extended your arms above your head and stretched. With a lift of your shoulders, the muscles between your shoulder blades pulled, releasing some of the tension there. The pillow was soft, much softer than was to be expected in a cabin intended to provide shelter and not much more. You turned your cheek and nuzzled into it. The sheets felt positively divine. A contented sigh escaped from your throat. 

Dean dropped his duffle on the floor with a thud, jarring you out of your temporary state of bliss. He had apparently been watching all this with interest because he lifted one eyebrow and a smirk tugged at one corner of his mouth. “Looks like you’re really having a good time with that bed. Do the two of you need a few minutes alone?”

You picked up the pillow next to you and flung it at him. “This is the nicest bed I’ve seen in months, maybe even years. I’m not going to let you shame me out of enjoying it.” You could feel your cheeks beginning to turn pink. Dean was always so free and easy with the sexual innuendo. He was a walking tribute to everything sexually attractive in a man, at least as far as you were concerned. It wasn’t that his flirting wasn’t welcome, just the opposite. You’d been harboring a crush on Dean for months, but flirting just made you feel awkward. 

Dean picked the pillow up from the floor. “Alright then. I’ll just ‘enjoy’ this pillow on the couch.” If he’d noticed you’d gotten flustered by his comment, he didn’t give any indication of it. He just walked his sexy ass over to the couch and started making himself comfortable. Realizing that you had been staring at his butt, you felt your cheeks flush again.

He might tease, but Dean was always a gentleman. Without a doubt, that was part of the reason you were falling for him. You transferred your attention from his more fantasy inducing attributes to notice the hint of dark circles under his eyes. He hadn’t been sleeping well since you’d tracked down that jinn in Cheyenne. Jinn cases always affected him more than the others, or at least differently. He’d confided that to you once, telling you about the jinn who had shown him what his life would have been like had it been “normal”. In a moment of vulnerability, he had admitted how much he wanted the monsters to go away sometimes so he could have a real home and stop looking over his shoulder all the time. It was also that vulnerability that had you entertaining the idea of Dean as more than a friend. 

He had become quite the distraction for you the past few weeks, filling your daydreams with surprise bouquets of flowers and sweet kisses in candlelight. No doubt, the things you thought about were a long way from what was between the covers of the “Busty Asian Beauties” magazines he tried to hide when you were around. 

You sneaked another look at him laying on the couch, still in his clothes, arms crossed over his chest. He shifted a little and sighed. You tried to pinpoint the reason for that sigh. It could be several things. He could be thinking about his life as a hunter again and how he wished it was different; it could be because he was too tired to sleep, or it could be because he very much wanted to sleep, but his sleeping conditions were less than ideal. 

He had driven all the way here, refusing when you offered to take a turn. So, you had gotten some rest sleeping in Baby’s backseat. Dean wasn’t generally one for sleeping on the road; you figured it was a control thing for him. It wasn’t because he didn’t trust you to drive his Baby; he did, and you knew that was huge. He just liked being behind the wheel, especially when he needed to clear his head; and you knew that, no matter how much he denied it, his mind was filled with plenty of things that needed to be cleared. He had told you enough to verify that.

You got off the bed and walked over to him. Dean cracked open one eye and looked at you. He opened them both when he caught sight of your serious expression. “You take the bed; I’ve had more sleep that you have.”

Dean thought for only a second before he answered. “Any reason both of us can’t sleep in the bed? I’ll keep my hands to myself.” He raised them in the air in a gesture of surrender to emphasize his point. The smirk was back. Was he trying to make you blush again? His next words made it clear that he was. “But you do have a perfect ass. So…” He dropped his eyes down and made a show of looking it over. That got the rise from you that he was looking for; you snatched the pillow from beneath his head and swatted him with it. Dean excused himself to take a shower with a smart ass remark. “If you’re going to be nice enough to let me be that close to you, I can at least smell pretty for you.” 

You sat on the bed with your legs criss crossed beneath you, listening to the sound of the shower coming from the bathroom. It was impossible not to think about a naked Dean so near and running his hands over his muscled body while the water traveled down his chest and stomach in rivulets, down to….” 

Stop. Your mind cannot go there. You jumped up from the bed and moved in the direction of the kitchen. You needed to do something, anything, to get your mind off that. Making coffee was a comforting routine for you, so try that; it could work. Never mind it was almost midnight, the smell of it was soothing. So, you opened the cabinet and started to search. There it was; it wouldn’t be a hunter’s cabin without coffee. 

The smell of coffee had filled the entire cabin by the time Dean walked out dressed in a t-shirt and sweats that nicely hugged that backside of his that completely captivated you. Your eyes were drawn to it again. This was stupid, to let your mind run away like this. He’d never been anything more than friendly with you. Of course, he flirted. Dean was a flirt. That was what he did. Maybe he took care of you, letting you sleep when he needed it just as much, but that was just Dean too. Protective was part of his nature.

Stop it, Y/N. You stop thinking like this right now. This isn’t going anywhere. Any straight woman that laid eyes on Dean would think exactly what you’re thinking. That’s all it is. Hormones. Attraction. One sided attraction. Dean interrupted the lecture you were giving yourself. “What are you doing?”

You looked at him like you needed an interpreter to translate what he’d just said. Dean raised his hand in the direction of the coffee pot. “You’re making coffee at midnight.” His eyes scanned the counter. “Are you hiding some whiskey somewhere you plan on putting in that?” He knew you didn’t drink your whiskey straight, and it wasn’t unusual for hunters to have a nightcap to help get them to sleep.

“No, no whiskey.” You turned off the coffee pot. “I just like the smell.”

“O...kay.” One of the endearing things about Dean was that he wasn’t shy, and he knew how to smooth over a situation. He headed straight for the bed and turned down the covers. “Which side do you want?”

“Um...it doesn’t matter. You choose.” He’d spent more time sharing a bed with another person than you had, so he probably did have a preference. You could adapt. Dean chose the right. 

The first few seconds in bed with him sent all kinds of thoughts shooting through your mind. What if you did try to pursue something with him? And what if he went along with it? What if you could touch him right now? What if you could cuddle up to him and feel how warm he is? What if you could put your head on his chest like a pillow?  He was so close you could smell the lingering scent of the shampoo he’d used, and that did nothing to help move your mind in a different direction. 

Your mind wasn’t even focused on sex right now. That was a different fantasy. All you wanted was to feel his arms around you while you fell asleep, hear the sound of him breathing close by your ear. Dean rolled over instead and faced his back to you. You sighed internally then rolled over in the opposite direction so your back was also to him. Damn reality, but he was still close enough that you could feel the heat radiating from his body.

Dean filled your dreams that night. He made you smile. He played with your hair, twisting it around his finger. He kissed you with his lips that were far softer than you ever imagined. You looked at the stars together, and he told you he saw a future with you in it. You settled your head onto his shoulder and just let yourself feel the goodness of being with him.

The dream was vivid, so vivid you could smell the leather of his jacket. His arms were solid and strong; they made you feel safe. So, when you felt the real weight of his arm on your waist, you put your hand over his and pulled his arm tighter around you. “Y/N.” The sound of his voice woke you. 

Your hand was on top of his. Still caught in the dream, you threaded your fingers through his while he spooned you. “I’ll do it next time. I promise.” What was he talking about? Then he kissed the back of your neck. Your breath hitched, and you stifled the gasp in your throat. 

Before you could say anything, he did it again. This kiss was further up, closer to your ear, and he squeezed your hand. “Dean.” He was still kissing you. Since when was he such a heavy sleeper? You tried again, letting go of his hand this time. “Dean.”

You were trying to steady your breathing; there wasn’t much you could do about your fast beating heart. “Do you want me to stop?” His voice was low, sleep filled and sexy. Forget about trying to control your breathing now. He had woken up the first time you said his name. Dean knew exactly what he was doing. 

You put your hand back over his. “No. Don’t stop.” Dean turned you in his arms so he could get to your lips. The first touch of his mouth on yours sealed your fate. You finished the fall you’d been making for weeks now; you fell completely into that place where you knew you wanted him, feared you’d never be complete without him. There was no denying what you felt for him anymore as you opened your mouth and let him kiss you deeply, moving his tongue around yours. 

His arms were around you, holding you close. One of his hands had moved down to your hip, and he was pressing your body against the length of his while he kissed you. Thoughts swirled through your mind in a way that made you forget everything else but right here, right now, and him. This was the way books and movies portrayed moments like this, but you had never experienced it until now. Flashes moved through your mind of the times he’d cracked jokes and made you laugh, his smile, and the softness you sometimes saw sneak into his eyes when he thought no one was looking. 

He stopped kissing you long enough to look at you that way now. You could fall in love with him very easily; you knew you could, and that was dangerous. Dean avoided commitment;  you understood why, but you’d never had a one night stand in your life. That couldn’t start now, especially not with Dean. It would make him just that much harder to get over, and make a friendship you never wanted to lose so awkward that maybe you couldn’t even work together anymore. That couldn’t happen either; you had to be sure that this was something more.

Dean noticed the change in you. “Are you okay, Y/N? Do you still want to do this?”

Your feelings were churning inside you. “I need to know something, Dean.” You dropped your eyes from his; they were so open, so sincere. You wanted them to stay that way. “Will this change anything?”

You saw him lick his lips and bite the bottom one; he was thinking too, but he didn’t interrupt. “I mean I can’t do this if tomorrow things go back to being like this never happened. I can’t watch women looking at you and you flirting with them... or whatever.” Your next words came out in a rush. “I don’t have any right to ask you not to. If that’s what you want to do, of course you can keep doing it. It’s just that I…”

“Y/N, stop. You don’t need to say anything else.” He was smiling, a sad and thoughtful kind of smile. “If we do this, Y/N, if you still want to do it after what I have to say; it won’t be like this never happened. Those women can keep looking, but I won’t look back. I’ll need more than anything they have to offer.” 

He took you in his arms, holding you, like he wanted that last intimate contact in case this didn’t happen. He rested his hand on the back of your head and let his fingers sink into your hair. Dean started talking before he let you go. “I want something more, something real, something that can last. I want a chance at that.”

Dean pulled back, brushed your cheek with his thumb, and angled his head so he could see you better. “I wouldn’t do this, Y/N, if I didn’t think it could be something past tonight. You’re not that kind of girl, and I wouldn’t want you to be.”

He held your face in his hand. “I’ll try. I promise you I will. You know all the crap I’m carrying around, but I’ll try to get past it. I just can’t promise I’ll be good at commitment, but I won’t cheat on you. I promise that will never happen.”

You nodded; he kissed you softly, thoroughly, promising you in the best way he knew how that he would try to give you what you wanted and needed. He’d already given you more words than Dean was usually comfortable with, and you knew how much that meant. Dean took your clothes off slowly, taking his time to discover your body. He kissed your breasts where they pushed over the top of your plain white cotton bra, making you shiver every time his lips touched your skin. You wouldn’t have worn a bra to bed at all if he hadn’t been there, and now you felt self conscious about the ordinary one you were wearing and how it looked, but he got hard like it was the sexiest lingerie you could have possibly bought. 

When Dean reached behind you to unhook it and your bra fell away, you heard his sudden intake of breath. He sounded like he’d been captivated by another jinn’s vision or a witch’s spell. “You’re beautiful, Y/N.” Dean kissed you again. It was tender and unhurried. He stopped long enough to take off his shirt and you felt your own intake of breath. You’d seen him plenty of times without a shirt, but what you saw had never been for you before. 

When he started kissing you again, your breasts were pressed into his chest. Your nipples rubbed against him and made you tingle in your core. They were hard by the time Dean moved down your body and took one in his mouth. His tongue was warm as it moved around your bud. He licked, nibbled, and sucked. It made you ache to be filled by him. “I need you, Dean.” 

He made a trail of kisses down your body and swirled his tongue around and through your belly button. “Not yet, sweetheart. I’m not done tasting you yet.” The way he called you sweetheart was so tender. It had none of the cocky self assurance that usually came with that word when he used it. 

Dean took hold of the waistband of your sleep shorts, and you lifted your hips to help him take them off. You were shaking on the inside, not sure if you were ready for this and wanting it more than you had ever wanted anything. Dean kissed you through your matching cotton panties. You weren’t self conscious about your underwear anymore; you were too focused on the way he was making you feel and wanting more from him. He whispered against your most private place, “You’re already wet for me, beautiful.” He took his time, kissing the insides of your thighs, before he took off your panties. By the time they were gone, you were even wetter for him.

Dean licked through your folds and teased your opening with his tongue until his face was covered with your arousal. When he finally locked his lips around your clit, you were desperate for him. He filled you with one of his fingers while he sucked at your clit. Dean started to move that finger, causing you to grab at his head and curl your fingers in his hair. “D...De...Dean.”

He kissed your clit even more slowly with his tongue, taking his time to circle and flick it just right. “That’s it, sweet girl, let go for me.” Then he speeded up the movements of his tongue and fingers. He moaned your name against your bud, and you came shaking and clutching handfuls of his hair in your fingers.

Dean kissed your bundle of nerves a couple more times as you came down from the high of your orgasm. His hand rubbed along your hip, grounding you, reminding you he was there. When he eased back up your body to kiss your lips again, his kiss was even more tender. He kissed you like a man who wasn’t still hard and needing, but you could feel his erection pushing against you. 

He ignored it and kept kissing you. That could very well be the moment you fell in love with him. If it wasn’t, it surely happened with his next words. “We can stop; don’t feel like you owe me anything.” 

You took his cheek into your hand and made sure he was looking right into your eyes. “Don’t stop, Dean. If you do, I’ll wonder for the rest of my life what it feels like to have you inside me.” Dean stared at you, and something flashed through his eyes that you couldn’t quite name. The next kiss he gave you was unlike any kiss you’d ever experienced in your life. You felt like you melded into him, became a part of him. You could taste him, feel the strength of his arms around you, and smell that fresh washed scent from the shower mixed with his own musk. He consumed your senses.

Your eyes were closed, and you were still floating in the bliss he had created around you while he took off the rest of his clothes. You didn’t see, only felt, how big he was when he entered you. The way Dean stretched you felt incredible. 

You wrapped your arms around his back and accepted him, opening your legs wider. He moved inside you, stroking and hitting all the right places. “Dean.” You tightened your fingers on his back as he brought you closer to another orgasm. It was only after you climaxed a second time, that Dean allowed himself to come. The sound of your name on his lips was so raw, so real, and so good; you let yourself be amazed for a moment that you had given that to him, made him feel like that.

Dean took care of the condom quickly, so he could have you in his arms again. You fit so perfectly beside him; it was like you had always been there. You trusted him. You believed what he said when he told you that tomorrow wouldn’t only be a memory, not to be pursued again. You let that belief wrap closely around you, covering you with the reassurance it brought. But not a single thought you had ever had in your mind could compare to the way it felt to be in Dean’s arms. 

You could still feel all of his body next to yours, and you were glad he hadn’t suggested a shower after sex as many of your past partners had done. This closeness and this quiet was important to you. It made you feel bonded to him somehow. Not like the sex had, it was different, but just as meaningful. It made like you feel like he was in no rush to end this, to move on from it. That made you feel comfortable, and it made you feel safe. 

Dean played with your hair and ran his finger tips over your arm and shoulder the way he had in your dreams. After a few minutes, you felt your eyes start to close. You couldn’t let yourself go to sleep yet. You didn’t want this to end, and so far Dean hadn’t said anything. So you asked him, “When you said, ‘I promise I’ll do it next time’ what did you mean?” 

His voice was filled with a smile. “It was fabric softener.” 

You raised your head and looked at him, confusion all over your face. “What?”

He laughed a tiny laugh that was lighthearted and free of any and all the burdens he usually carried. “Yeah. I forgot to put it in the wash, and I know you love the way it makes your clothes feel.”

You squinted your eyes, still confused. “You were doing my laundry in your dream?”

Dean reached up to take a tendril of your hair and pull it through his fingers. “Our laundry. We were together. We had a place of our own. We were happy.” He glanced down, your hair was still between his fingers. “I told you when I came to bed, and I thought you���d forgive me if I showed you what you mean to me.” He looked back at you then. “So, I put my arm around you and kissed you. Only, that didn’t happen only in the dream. And once it did, I knew how much I wanted it to happen.”

“I did too, Dean. I’ve been thinking about it for weeks.” You looked at his lips that you had kissed, his lips that had kissed you everywhere. “I just didn’t think it could happen, that it would happen.” 

Moonlight was shining through the cabin window, and it illuminated his eyes showing how deeply green and beautiful they were. “It has now. How do you feel?”

“I don’t know if you want me to answer that question.” You bowed your head, and your hair fell into his face. 

Dean’s voice was gentle and so quiet. “I know how it makes me feel. It makes me feel like I never want this to end.”

You put your head back on his chest. It was quiet again for a while. Then he spoke again, and the smile was back in his voice. “I get to wake up with you tomorrow.” You smiled too and kissed the spot over his heart. After that, you could sleep.

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[katymacsupernatural]

In His Eyes

Dean Winchester x Reader

1000 Words

Written For: @spnchristmasbingo and @spngenrebingo

Squares Filled: Santa’s Helper!Reader(Christmas) Playing Pretend(Genre)

Warnings: Body Insecurities, pre-smut, no actual smut, lingerie

Summary: Feeling a little insecure about the present she’s found for Dean.

It had to be the most cliche Christmas present there was. And you truly hated buying it. But Dean was so hard to shop for, and you were running out of time. Taking the black and red shopping bag, you shoved it under your coat, ignoring the rolling eyes of the cashier. Heading out of the store, you rounded the corner at just the same time as Dean.

“Great timing,” he exclaimed, holding up his hands full of shopping bags. “I just finished. How about you?”

You nodded, and he looked at the two packages in your hands. “That’s all?”

“I ordered more online,” you hedged. “Can we go?” The package inside your coat was driving you crazy.

“Sure,” he agreed, studying you, knowing you well enough to know when things weren’t adding up. “Stop for some hot chocolate?”

“Always.”

As soon as you arrived back at the bunker, you left Dean at the map table, heading straight for your room, ready to dump the package deep where Dean wouldn’t find it. “Y/N?” He called out, stopping you before you could toss the burning package out of your way.

“Yeah, Dean?” You didn’t even turn around.

You heard the thud of his bags hitting the table before he turned you to face him. “You okay?”

Nodding, you gave him a reassuring smile. “Just tired.”

His hands rubbed your hips, coming close to brushing the bag under your coat as he tugged you closer. “Why don’t you go rest for a little. I’ll make my famous stew, and then we can watch whatever Christmas movie you would like. Sound good?”

“Sounds great.” Pressing a kiss to his cheek, you pulled from his grasp, rushing down the hallway and stepping into your room. Shutting the door, you pulled the slinky bag from underneath your coat, tossing it on your bed like it was on fire. Staring down at it, you wondered what on Earth had made you decide to buy it. Your heart hammering, you pulled the silky material out of the bag, laying it out on the bed. The bodice of the lingerie was silky red, topped with fluffy white trim. A wide black satin sash split the bodice from the lacey red torso that showed way too much skin. It barely skimmed your thighs, with a silky red thong underneath. Red thigh high stockings and a hat matched the outfit. It was sexy but seemed stupid at the same time, and you weren’t sure you could even force yourself to wear it tomorrow night. You’d probably look hideous, and Dean would laugh. Mad at yourself for even buying the thing, you shoved it into your dresser before Dean called out that dinner was ready.

Dean gave you the perfect evening. His stew was amazing, and you settled into the crook of his arms to have a movie marathon. Pasting a smile on your face, you pretended to have the time of your life, but the lingerie set in your room kept haunting you. Dean kept glancing down at you, brushing his hand up and down your arm. “Sure you’re okay?” He asked once again. “You’ve been awfully quiet. You’re never this quiet during Home Alone.”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you assured him again. “Shopping always makes me tired.”

He pressed a kiss to your forehead before you stood up and headed to bed for the night.

Almost twenty-four hours later you were locked back up in your room, staring once again at the lingerie set. Today had been perfect so far. You had finished wrapping all of your presents, placing them under the small tree you and Dean had picked out earlier. The rest of the day you spent with Dean. Baking pies, going and looking at Christmas lights. Just spending time together. It had been absolutely perfect. But now, it was time for your present to him, and you hadn’t had enough whiskey in your eggnog to bolster your courage.

“Okay, I can do this,” you whispered to yourself. Reaching into your nightstand, you took out your emergency flask, taking another shot of courage. “He’ll love it.”

Before you could change your mind, your flannel went flying over your head, your jeans landing with a puddle on the floor. Your bra and underwear quickly joined them as you tugged on the tight babydoll. It cupped your breasts perfectly, giving you an extra push. The thong came on next, and you tugged on it until it settled perfectly under the lace. The stockings were a pain to roll up your legs, but soon they covered your calves. The hat was the last part of the outfit, tilted to the side to showcase your carefully curled hair. Your heart was racing as you ran your hands along your sides, the lace material different against your skin.

Tossing your old clothes into the dirty hamper, you turned just as the door opened. “Y/N, I was wondering if you wanted to watch another...Holy shit,” he muttered, his eyes growing wide as he took in your outfit.

Immediately the blood crept to your cheeks, as you fought against covering yourself up. You were too exposed for your liking. “This is...uh,” you stuttered.

“Freaking hot as hell?” He exclaimed, his tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip. “I’ve never thought a Santa outfit would look so good on anyone. But I was wrong. Very wrong.”

Your fingers toyed with the lace hem of the babydoll. “Actually I’m Santa’s Helper. He decided you’ve been good this year, and you deserved whatever you wanted.”

He stepped forward, his eyes traveling up and down, and all of your fear and insecurities faded away. Dean always made you feel better about yourself, and in his eyes, you felt pretty. His hand brushed against the silk of your bodice. “You. Santa has to know the only thing I’ve ever wanted is you.”

With those words, he took your Santa hat off, tossing it to the side before pushing you gently down onto the bed.

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[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Imagine...Secretly Dating Dean

Summary: Dean and the reader have been dating without their father’s knowing for quite a while and hope to keep it that way...

Pairing: Dean x reader

Square: Secretly Dating

Word Count: 519

Warnings: language, implied smut

A/N: Written for @spngenrebingo​

“Dean?” you whispered, shaking him awake. “Wake up, you got to go.”

“The only place I’m going is back to bed,” he said, throwing the covers over his head.

“Do you want my dad to kill you?” you asked, doing your best to rip the covers away, Dean holding on tight and forcing a smile to crawl onto your face. “Dean come on! They called and said they’re on their way back right now.”

“I think it’s time they found out we’re dating,” he said. “We are adults after all.”

“We’re barely of drinking age, you think they view us as anything but a pair of toddlers still?” you asked. Dean shrugged but sat up regardless.

“Maybe cause you’re a daddy’s girl you get that treatment but I’m the one that raised Sammy, helped him with college applications, how to pick up girls and to not study all the time. God I miss the little dork,” said Dean.

“When’d you last talk to him?” you asked, throwing Dean his shirt as you pulled on a fresh pair of underwear.

“Few weeks ago. I got a feeling he’s not going to be coming by on his breaks,” said Dean. “I’m definitely not going there.”

“Why not? We already asked your dad about taking Baby for a week for us to go visit,” you said, Dean smirking at you in your underwear. “Focus would ya?”

“I thought I was,” said Dean before the cocky charm fell away to the real him. “I just got the feeling he didn’t want me around is all.”

“Of course he does! He freaking adores you, even if he doesn’t say it like when he was a kid,” you said. “You’re his badass big brother.”

“Yeah and I didn’t even graduate high school,” said Dean, pulling his boxers and jeans on, rolling his eyes as you watched him. “What?”

“You’re smart, really smart,” you said. “You tutored me in math remember?”

“Yes, I remember,” said Dean, glancing around the room and finding a sock he’d missed. “I’m going to go hide in my room and pretend we weren’t screwing all last night.”

“You weren’t what?” asked Bobby, walking into view from the Winchester’s room through the shared door, John right on his tail.

“Dad, we weren’t-”

“What did you do to my daughter, Dean?” asked Bobby, Dean taking a step behind you. 

“It was a joke?” said Dean, John cocking his head. “Fine but people screw when they’re dating so…”

“You’re dating? About time,” said John, Bobby rolling his eyes. “You two have been stuck on each other like glue since you were four.”

“So Bobby isn’t going to kill me?” asked Dean, moving beside you with a hesitant smile.

“You ever going to break her heart?” asked Bobby, Dean’s head shake out of this world. “Odds are I won’t then.”

“Well, today turned out better than I could have hoped for.”

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[jayankles]

Just Do the Thing

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader

Word Count: 1055

Summary: You’re waiting for Dean at the bar but someone beats him to it. Dean’s not to happy when he shows up.

Warnings: Smut, Claiming,unwanted attention from an asshole alpha.

Written for @sdavid09 ’s 2020 bingo challenge filling the square ‘one shot’

Written for: @spngenrebingo / @spnabobingo / @spnkinkbingo / @spnquotebingo / @/spnonewordbingo

Squares filled: a/b/o / (honey/blackberries/bourbon) / omegaverse / “ you’re in a relationship with me. Everything will never be okay!” /  hickey

“You wanna dance, sweet cheeks?”

Great,another Alpha that wasn’t your own was hitting on you. The Alpha’s scent makes you gag into your drink. The scent is much too unpleasant, too overpowering for you to bear.

“No thanks, I’m waiting for someone actually. I think it would be best if you just left.” You tried telling him but the Alpha was persistent and not in the charming way either.

“Oh, you’re a feisty omega, I see.” The Alpha licked his chops and crossed his arms over his chest, looking you up and down as if you were a piece of meat. There was no way that this guy was getting laid tonight.The bartender’s voice broke your concentration from your suddenly very interesting glass of alcohol.

“Beat it, Randy, she’s not interested. Go away or go home.”

Before the Alpha finally sauntered away, he made sure to spread his scent over you, rubbing his body over yours, like it was his to claim, like you were his. It was disgusting how Alpha’s like him behaved, even more so that they got away with it.

Your heart was stammering in your chest, your body shivering at the uncomfortability that the Alpha had caused. It wasn’t until the bartender had snapped his fingers and a burly guy had stormed over to you. Quickly, he resolved the situation by removing him from the bar. Rolling your eyes, you shook your head in annoyance and finished off the remainder of your drink.

Pulling out your wallet, you paid for your drink and told him to keep the change. You made quick work of getting out of your seat and into the safety of the ladies bathroom. It was horrible that any bathroom became a kind of sanctuary.

The counter was a great place to slump on, at this point you really hated Alpha’s.

After a breather and a calmer chest, you hated this feeling but you had to go back out just to get out of this place and even though Randy had been thrown out he still gave you the creeps.

Once you were outside, the air was harsh against your warm skin and for once you welcomed it. It was better than the overwhelming stench of Alpha. But then it all faded away.

Your Alpha’s scent crowded your nose before he came into view. The soft scent of honey and bourbon soothing you before he got to you and took a sniff. The scent of blueberries had come and gone. He was none too pleased at the smell of another Alpha on you. 

Dean’s nostrils flared, his smile disappearing. There was no way that this was going unanswered, he didn’t even need you to tell him who it was or what he did. Your Alpha stormed back to the entrance of the bar and sniffed out the culprit, nowhere to be seen until the bodyguard stopped the man from coming in.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Dean challenged the other Alpha, getting into his face and staring him down. “You’re obscenely brave to mess with another Alpha’s Omega.”

Your eyes widened when you heard Dean laugh at the man. There was no laugh that anyone desired to hear, it was a murderous laugh, like he was ready to rip this guy’s throat out if he even thought about you. If you didn’t intervene then the other Alpha would be dean or close to it and you didn’t want a death being traced back to the two of you.

*

“You know this wouldn’t keep happening if you just did the thing.” You said nonchalantly, as you began folding your laundry.

“This ‘thing’ you speak of is dangerous. You’re in a relationship with me. Everything will never be okay! If I do it you are bound to me forever. There is no going back.”

“You selfish butthole.” You threw the tee you had in your hand angrily back into the laundry basket. “If I had that thing it would be much less dangerous. Shit like that wouldn’t happen if you just claim me as your own.”

Dean scoffed, an eyebrow raised in skepticism. He looked up from his book, he really didn’t want to put you in danger but he knew that you had a point. Knew you were right about being safer by being claimed. But there was still the nagging feeling in the back of his mind that he shouldn’t do the job that he had put a target on every single person that he came into contact with. It would only increase the chance of you being put in even more danger if you were claimed.You could have been used as leverage and the thought was just about enough to make him feral. He knew what he had to do, and he was going to give you what you needed.

Dean’s snarled, he forgot about his book, tossing it to a place he didn’t care for. The laundry basket was forgotten and you were whisked away onto the bed. He tore into your clothes, lips attacking your neck, teeth aggressively scratching against the skin.

The Alpha pulled away, shoving his pants down his legs, cock in hand, pumping it a few times. He yanked your pants and underwear from your body, pushing your legs apart so you could accommodate him. His free hand wrapping around your throat when he thrusted into you.

You groaned as your Alpha filled you to the hilt. “Alpha, yes.” You pulled him down, pressing your lips to his, desperate to feel him against every part of you.

“Is this what you wanted, Omega? You want to be fucked?” Dean accentuated his words with a thrust of his hips, his skin smacking against yours as he fucked himself into you. “You want me to claim you? Is that what you want, ‘mega?”

Whining and whimpering, you clung on to Dean. “Yes, Alpha. Want you to claim me, Want you to own me. I’m yours. Just claim me. That's all I want.”

Dean grunted, his knot growing inside, when he was about to come, he bit down on your neck. Only sinking his teeth into your flesh when he came inside of you, he licked over the new abrasion on your neck, somehow healing it.

“Now I’m yours.”

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[sorenmarie87]

I’ll see you on your birthday.

Summary: A late night snack run turns into something more.   

Pairing:  Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader.  Benny/Dean 

Square Filled: Pups (A/B/O) + Late Night Snack (Genre) 

Word Count: 1,076

Rating: Teen And Up

Warnings:  A few curse words.  Promises of things to come.  Pregnant Reader.  

A/N:  Written for @spngenrebingo​​ and @spnabobingo​​  Beta’d by the lovely @littlehotmess26​​.  I don’t own the photos used in this aesthetic.  This is my very first A/B/O fic that I’m basing on a video I found on Facebook. 

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You brought the plastic spoon to your lips, and practically moaned as the chocolate melted on your tongue.  “This is so fucking good.”  

Sam chuckled as he pulled up to the stop light and put on his right turn signal.  “Should I give you two a minute alone?”

“Nah.”  You removed the spoon from your mouth, dipped it back into the pint of ice cream and held it out to him.  “Want a taste?”  

“You’ll have to feed me ‘mega.”  You position yourself so that you’re leaning over the center console and Sam turns his head slightly, but keeps his eyes on the road.  You bring the spoon closer to his lips and watch as he takes the ice cream into his mouth.  You stare at him as you slowly remove the spoon, and peck the corner of his lips before moving back into your seat.  “It’s sweet, but I think you’re sweeter.” 

“Alpha.”  You felt your cheeks heat up and you took another bite of your ice cream.

“I’m glad you talked me into getting out of the house, even if it was just for a late night drive.”

“It wasn’t a complete waste.  We also got some stuff we needed for the house.”  

"You also picked up enough snacks to last us until the apocalypse.”  You shrugged as you offered Sam the final bite of your ice cream and he shook his head.  You saw Sam’s gaze fall onto your mouth and you grinned as you threw the spoon and your empty ice cream carton into the plastic bag in front of you.  

“Eyes on the road, alpha.  We can make out when we get home.”  

“I’ll hold you to that.”  Your smile faltered when you noticed red and blue lights flashing from the rearview mirror.  “Sam?”

“Don’t worry omega.”  Sam moved his right hand off of the steering wheel and gently squeezed your knee.  “We’ll be fine.”  

Sam pulled off to the side of the road and put the car into park.  You quietly whined and held onto Sam’s hand as you glanced out of the back window.  The tapping on Sam’s window made you jump as Sam chuckled to himself. His hand slipped out of yours as he rolled the window down and placed them onto the steering wheel.  

“Is there something wrong Officer?”  

“Nothin’ too serious.  You were obeying the speed limit, and you and the missus are wearing your seatbelts.  But we do have a problem though.”  Sam looks over at you in confusion as the officer in question removed his sunglasses.  

“If we didn’t do anything wrong then why…”  Sam trailed off as he looked up at Benny’s smiling face.  

“How you doin’ tonight Sam?”  A smile replaced the look of confusion on Sam’s face.

“Exhausted.”

“Yeah, you look like you could sleep for a year.”  You snorted out a laugh and Sam gave you a look over his shoulder.  

“Ms. Y/N, what about you?”

“Nothin’ new to report, Mr. Benny.  We missed you at family night though.  How’s Lizzie doing?”  

“She’s gonna be stayin’ with us soon.  She wanted us to tell you that she can’t wait to see you.”  

“I’ll have to text her later then.”  You pulled out your phone and looked at the time.  “Okay, maybe I’ll text her tomorrow.  I didn’t realize it was that late.”

“Yeah about that…”  Benny started to say but was interrupted by Dean getting out of the cruiser.  

“Are these two giving you a hard time Officer Lafitte?”  You shake your head as Dean comes around to the passenger side of the car and leans on it.  

“I think I can handle ‘em.”  Benny grins and winks at his husband over the car’s roof.   "Now, I don't make it a habit of pulling over my brother-in-law but don't you wanna know why I pulled you over?"

“Of course I do.”

“Well it’s simple really.  You’re driving a car with a child that’s not in a proper car seat.”

"We don’t, we’re not…."  You can hear the confusion in Sam’s voice as you pull the positive pregnancy test out of your purse by your feet.  He looks behind him, and sees nothing there.  Sam is still in disbelief until Benny points your way and he finally notices that you have a pregnancy test in your hands.  He takes it from you, staring at the little screen that has the word pregnant in all capital letters.  

"We're pregnant?"  He asks and you nod with a huge grin on your face.

"That's amazing news brother.  Just so you know, Benny’s a fantastic name.”  He winks at the two of you and from the other side of the car you hear a faint ‘Hey’ coming from Dean.  "Dean's a fantastic name too."  You pat Dean's hand as if to say 'we'll consider it' and his face lights back up.  Dean rushes back over to their car, and pulls a multi-colored gift bag from the passenger seat.  He hands it to you when he reaches your car, and you hand it off to Sam.  

“Open it.���  

Sam digs through the tissue paper and pulls out a white stuffed bear wearing a t-shirt that says "I'll see you on your birthday."  

"They're due on my birthday?"

"Yep."

“That’s fantastic news Sammy.”  Dean’s smile was contagious as he squeezed your shoulder and you looked up to him with a grin on your face.

“These two are gonna spoil those pups so much.”  Benny chuckled as you turned your attention back to Sam who hadn’t said a thing yet.  

“This explains so much.”  He muttered to himself.   “Your scent has been different for a few weeks now, and I couldn’t figure out why.  So, we’re gonna have pups?”  You nodded and Sam leaned over to kiss you gently.  “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, alpha.”  You bit your lower lip as Benny and Dean said their goodbyes.  You waited until their car was out of sight before you said another word.  “Would you want to celebrate when we get home, or should we just go to bed?”

“I don’t care what time it is right now, I just know that we are going to do so much more than make out when we get back home.”

“Well then, we better get home before the cops are called for real.”  You smirked as the engine turned over and Sam put the car into drive.

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[winchester19-67]

A Fresh Start - Part 7

Pairing: Single Parent!Dean x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Mentions of Infertility, Mentions of child abuse, Past Heartbreaks, Little Fluff

Word Count: 5,470

Square Filled: Slow Burn (Genre Bingo)

Square Filled: Slow Burn (Dean Bingo)

A/N: This is Part 7 of A Fresh Start. This was written for @spngenrebingo​, and @spndeanbingo​.

Series Masterlist

"What?" Dean snaps at you when you walk into the garage.

"Wow," you tell him. "You're really still working on that whole attitude change thing, aren't you?"

"Sorry," Dean sighs as he turns around to look at you and shakes his head a bit. "I just... We go to court tomorrow to see if I get to keep Avery or not and I'm just really... I don't even have a word for what I'm feeling right now."

"I'm sorry," you frown at him. "I wish that there was something that I could do to help."

"You're doing it," Dean tells you softly. "You're helping."

"Yeah, but you're paying me."

"You're still helping," Dean smiles at you. "What did you need, sweetheart?"

"I was just wondering where the Tylenol is at," you tell him. "Cooper is running a bit of a fever and I can't find anything."

"Uh," Dean takes a deep breath as he runs a hand down his face and thinks it over. "Diaper bag," Dean replies. "I forgot to buy some more for the house. It's hard to keep up with when one of them only likes grape and the other one won't go anywhere near it." You see a sad look cross his face, and your heart breaks into pieces at the look.

"Dean?"

"Yeah?"

"No matter what you think or what anybody else tells you, you're a great Dad to those two kids in there."

"You keep telling me that."

"Because it's true," you tell him truthfully. "You're on top of everything."

"Not everything," Dean chuckles. "But I do have my shotgun ready for when Avery turns forty and I finally allow her to date."

You laugh and shake your head a bit at him. "You're doing just fine, Dean."

"Daddy!" Cooper cries as he runs into the garage with tears running down his little face.

"Hey, buddy, what's wrong?" Dean asks Cooper as he picks him up and holds him tight. Cooper tugs at his ear and Dean frowns at him. "Gosh, I hope that you're not getting sick on me, bub."

"Some Tylenol and a nap and he should be fine," you tell Dean. He hands Cooper to you and kisses the top of his head.

"No, Daddy," Cooper whines as he reaches his chubby little arms out towards Dean.

"Coop, you have to let (Y/N) take care of you," Dean tells him, breaking when he sees the pitiful look that Cooper throws his way. "Alright, fine," Dean sighs as he holds his arms out for Cooper. "Garage is closed. Daddy's gotta take care of his little buddy." Dean looks over at you and he sees the look on your face. "I'll still pay you for the full day."

"No, Dean, you don't have to do that at all," you tell him.

Dean gives you a small smile as he holds Cooper tightly to him. "Hey, I have an idea. Why don't you stay and watch Avery for me while I take care of Cooper?"

"Oh," you say softly. "Well, I... I mean that'll be okay with me but are you sure?"

"Yeah," Dean nods. "Coop tends to be clingy when he's not feeling well. It's difficult to give them both attention when Cooper's following me around and whining for me to hold him."

"Okay," you smile softly.

"And maybe... Maybe you could stay over for dinner if you want to," Dean tells you almost shyly.

"Okay," you reply. "That sounds like a plan." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Hey, what are you girls doing curled up on the couch looking all cozy?" Dean asks as he sits down beside of Avery on the couch.

"We're watching a movie," Avery says as she shushes Dean a bit.

"Oh, I'm sorry," he laughs.

"How's Coop?" you ask him.

"Still running a bit of a fever but he's out of it right now," Dean tells you. He presses a hand to Avery’s forehead causing her to give him a mean look. "Whew," Dean breathes out. "You're not warm."

"No, why?" she asks Dean.

"I just don't need the both of you getting sick on me," Dean tells her. Avery nods her head as she leans it over onto Dean's shoulder.

"Daddy?"

"Yeah, sweetheart?" Dean asks as he presses a soft kiss to the top of her head.

"You won't give me away?"

Dean's heart breaks as he pulls Avery in a bit tighter, tears starting to form in his eyes a bit. "Oh, sweetheart, I would never do that to you. I love you so much."

"But I make you sad so much and..."

"No, no, you don't make me sad, bug," Dean tells her. "Honey, I, gosh I have no clue how to explain this to you where you'll understand and believe me."

“Avery, listen to me," you tell her softly as you turn the t.v. off. "Your Daddy loves you and Cooper so much and he's doing everything that he can to make sure that you have everything that you need. He's not going to give up on you and you don't make him sad. He is sad because someone's trying to take you away from him. But it's not your fault."

Avery sniffs and Dean tightens his arms around her even more. You hear a loud cry from down the hallway, and you stand up off of the couch before Dean can.

"I got him," you tell Dean softly. Dean gives you a small smile as he relaxes a bit.

"Daddy," Avery says as she watches you walk off. "Is (Y/N) staying here tonight?"

"No, bug," Dean tells her. "She's staying for dinner but that's it."

"Can I help you cook?"

"You sure can, sweetheart," Dean says as he smiles at her. Dean stands up off of the couch with Avery in his arms and he heads over to the kitchen with her. Dean hears Cooper holler and he sits Avery down onto the kitchen island.

"Sit still," Dean tells her.

"No, Daddy," Avery says as she reaches out to grab onto Dean's arm.

"Honey, I gotta check on Cooper and make sure that he's okay."

"That's what (Y/N)'s for," Avery reminds him. Dean looks at Avery and frowns when he realizes that he can't do this by himself. When you're not here to help him he has to walk away from one kid to take care of the other, and that's not fair to either one of them. Dean takes a deep breath as his heart begins to race.

"I can't do this," Dean mumbles underneath his breath.

"Daddy?"

"Sit still," Dean tells Avery as he turns to go find you. "(Y/N)?" Dean says as he walks into the nursery to find you holding a washcloth up to Cooper's little ear.

"He was pulling at his ear like it was hurting him so I figured that a warm washcloth would help," you tell Dean. Dean swallows hard as he shakes his head at you a bit.

"I can't," Dean breathes out as he shakes his head still.

"You can't what, Dean?"

"I can't... I can't raise the two of them by myself," Dean tells you.

"Dean..."

"I have an idea," Dean tells you. "You said that you're having a hard time keeping a place to live, and I need help with these kids full time."

"So?"

"So move in," Dean says. You give Dean a shocked look as you take a step away from. "You can be more like a nanny then a babysitter. "

"Dean, I don't think that that's a very good idea for me to move in," you tell him.

"(Y/N), this has nothing to do with what happened between us or what we were," Dean tells you. "I can't... When Cooper needs something I have to give him my full attention and same goes for Avery. It isn't fair to either of them to dote on one and ignore the other."

"Dean, that's just the way that it is with kids," you tell him. "Especially when you have more than one and especially when they're different ages. You're feeling guilty and you're blaming yourself but it's something that all parents have to figure out how to deal with. Dean, I of all people know just how much you like to blame yourself for everything. How much you like to tell yourself that you can't do something until you actually believe it."

"(Y/N)..."

"I won't move in," you tell him.

"(Y/N), please."

"I'll tell you what I will do though. You need me, you call," you tell Dean. "I mean it. No matter what day or time it is. No matter how long that you need me for you can call me."

Dean just stares at you. "I have absolutely no clue what one earth I'm doing here, (Y/N)."

"Quit saying that," you tell him softly. "The Dean that I knew wouldn't let himself get so tore up like this. Dean, you're letting your feelings for me get in the way and you can't do that."

"What are you talking about?"

"Dean, be honest with me. If you had hired any other person to be your kids' babysitter, would you ask her to move in with you when she hasn't even been here a month?"

Dean takes a deep breath. "Fair point," he tells you. "I just... I still picture myself having a family with you."

"You had your chance," you tell him. "I'll still be here for you as a friend, and I'll be here for the kids if you need me, but I can't be with you like that worrying about you doing me wrong."

"I wouldn't give up the best thing to ever happen to me twice."

"Dean, these kids are supposed to be the best thing to ever happen to you."

"You know what I meant," Dean say softly. "(Y/N)..."

"Daddy!"

“It is not going to work like that and you know it, Dean," you tell him. "Now go tend to your daughter and I'll take care of the earache."

Dean sighs as he turns to tread into the kitchen once more. "What is it, Avery?" Dean asks her.

"I want to get down," Avery tells Dean as she scoots over to the side of the island.

"Aren't you going to help me fix supper?"

Avery shakes her head at Dean as she reaches for him. "Get me down."

"Hey, why'd you change your mind, bug?"

"Because you don't want me to help you."

"Hey, that's not true," Dean tells Avery as he picks her up and sits her down on his hip. "Sweetheart, if I didn't want you to help then why would I have asked you to?"

"Because you wanted me to be happy but then Cooper needed you and you ran off," Avery tells him. "You always run off when Cooper cries and you don't care that you make me sad."

"Of course I care," Dean tells her. "Avery, I..." Dean stops and takes a deep breath. "Bug, I don't want you to be sad for any reason. But you got to understand that Cooper's little and he needs a lot of help. You don't need me as much as he does."

"Yes I do too," Avery tells Dean. "You're my Daddy. I always need you." Dean gives Avery a sad smile as he presses a kiss to the top of her head.

"Sweetheart, I don't want you to ever think that I love Cooper more than I do you. I love you both the same but Cooper just needs a little bit more attention. I don't worry about leaving you in a room while I go check on Cooper because I know that you're smart and that you're going to stay put if I tell you to. Cooper doesn’t understand things and I have to be on top of everything with him. I'm not trying to ignore you at all, but I can't just stay here with you and let Cooper run wild and take the risk of him hurting himself," Dean tells her. "Understand, bug?"

Avery nods her head a bit as she wraps her little arms tightly around Dean's neck. "Can I still help you cook supper, Daddy?"

Dean chuckles as he bounces Avery a bit. "Thought you'd never ask, baby." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Thank you for feeding me," you tell Dean as you help him clean up the kitchen.

"Thank you for putting in some overtime today and helping me with Cooper while he wasn't feeling well," Dean replies. "Look, (Y/N), I've not had the chance to run to the bank yet so I was wondering if you wanted to just stop and get your money tomorrow or something?"

"That's okay," you tell Dean as you nod your head at him. "What time will you get out of court?"

Dean takes a deep breath. "Sam said that these kind of things can take a while so I'm not for sure right now."

"Okay," you reply, nodding your head at Dean. "Dean?"

"Yeah?"

"Call me when you find out that you get to keep Avery."

Dean gives you a soft smile as he nods his head slowly at you. "I will."

"Well, things look like they're taken care of around here so I'd better leave you alone."

"Okay," Dean replies. You take a step towards him and wrap your arms tightly around his neck.

"Call me if you need anything from me."

"I will, sweetheart," Dean tells you as he wraps his arms around your waist. "Same goes for you too."

"You have your own problems without having to worry about me."

"I always worry about you," Dean tells you. "From the time that I walked away from you, you've always been on my mind."

"Dean," you breathe out.

"Sorry," Dean tells you softly. "That wasn't the right thing for me to say."

"It's fine," you tell Dean truthfully as you take a deep breath. "I've also worried about you." Dean reaches a hand out to rub his thumb softly over your cheek, giving you a sad smile. "Goodnight, Dean."

"G'night, sweetheart," Dean replies softly. You give Dean a smile as you turn to walk over to the front door. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Your heart drops when you pull up into Dean's driveway to find him sitting on a chair on the porch with his head in his hands. Dean looks over at you when he hears you shut the car door, and you can see the tears rolling down his face.

"Oh, Dean," you breathe out as you walk up the steps onto the porch.

"They gave Avery over to her mother," Dean chokes out. You take a seat beside of Dean and wrap your arms around him. Dean rests his head over onto your shoulder, his body shaking hard with the sobs. "I don't know what I'm supposed to do now," Dean cries. "I can't just sit by and let her live with that woman, but I can't..." Dean's sobs dissolve into erratic breaths as he crosses over into hysteria.

"Shhh, it's okay," you tell Dean softly as you reach a hand up to run it through his short hair.

"I did everything that I could to make sure that I got to keep her," Dean tells you. "I don't know what I did wrong."

"You didn't do anything wrong," you tell Dean truthfully. "Dean, it's nothing that you did or didn't do. It's unfair, but it's not your fault."

Dean sniffs as he wraps his arms around you and holds onto you, his hands clinging onto your shirt as his entire body shakes so hard that yours is shaking too.

"Does she have Avery now?"

"No," Dean sobs. "They said that I could have her tonight."

"Dean, you need to be in there with her," you tell him. "I know that you're upset and I completely understand why you are, but instead of sitting out here crying you need to be with Avery. You need to be taking the time to be with her because I know that she's upset too."

"You're right," Dean breathes out as he pulls away to wipe his eyes with the heels of his hands. "I have to get Cooper into bed first and..."

"Let me worry about him," you tell Dean. "I'll take care of him if you promise to focus on Avery for tonight."

Dean swallows hard as he nods his head at you. "Thank you."

"Whatever you need," you tell Dean truthfully.

"Right now I just need to go be with my daughter."

"Go," you tell Dean softly. "Let me take care of everything else."

"I'll pay you..."

"No you won't either," you tell him. "What are you doing sitting here with me? There's a little girl in there who needs her Daddy." Dean nods as he stands up off of the chair and starts over to the front door.

"Hey, (Y/N)?"

"Yeah, Dean?"

"Cooper's gonna need a bath but he will throw a fit on you," Dean tells you. "He hates bathtime but then he won't want to get out of the bathtub so that's two tantrums. You'll have to talk really slow and quiet to get him calmed down."

"Okay," you reply.

Dean wasn't kidding either. When you get Cooper all cleaned up, you look like you've jumped into a pool with your clothes still on. You sigh as you throw a towel over the puddle on the floor, and Cooper clings onto your shirt as he cries in your ear.

"Alright," you whisper soothingly as you use your foot to move the towel around to wipe up the puddle. “I know that you're mad at me right now but you gotta calm down before you make yourself sick."

"Everything okay in here?" Dean asks as he pokes his head into the bathroom.

"Daddy!" Cooper cries as he reaches his chubby little arms out for Dean.

"Hey, buddy," Dean says softly as he takes Cooper from you and holds onto him tightly, bouncing him a bit. "I think that big sister is wanting to read you a story while you go to sleep," Dean tells him. "(Y/N), you don't have to clean up the mess that he made, sweetheart, I'll get it."

"It's okay," you tell Dean as you shake your head at him. “I don’t mind.”

"(Y/N)?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I talk to you about something while Avery and Cooper are busy for a while?"

"Yeah, of course," you reply as you nod your head at Dean.

"Why don't you go to the living room while I get these two settled in?"

"Alright," you nod at him.

"Come here, little buddy," Dean tells Cooper as he turns to walk away with him. "Let's go see what your big sister wants." Dean walks into Avery's room to see her curled up on the bed with a book already spread across her little lap.

"Alright," Dean says as he sits Cooper down onto the bed beside of Avery. "Try to keep him still so that he doesn't fall off of the bed," Dean tells Avery.

"I've got him, Daddy," she tells Dean. Dean smiles as he leans over to press a kiss to the top of Avery's little head.

"I know you do, bug," Dean tells her.

"Daddy?"

"Hm?"

"I won't get to see you and Cooper any more."

"Sweetheart," Dean sighs. "Let's not think about it all right now and just try to be happy, okay?"

"But I'm not happy," Avery tells Dean as tears gather up in her little eyes. "I wanna stay here with you and Cooper and I wanna be safe and..."

"I want all of those things too, Avery," Dean tells her softly, stopping her rambling. "But we have it for tonight so let’s think about that, okay?”

"Okay," Avery sighs.

"Hey," Dean says as he puts a finger underneath Avery's chin and gently moves her head up to look up at him. "I know that it's tough to do and that all you want to do is cry right now, because I feel like doing that too. If we did then we'd be cheating ourselves out of being a family for a while longer. Understand?”

"Yeah," Avery replies softly as she nods her little head.

"Good," Dean smiles at her. "Now, I'm gonna go talk to (Y/N) about something so I need you to keep an eye on Coop for me."

"I will," Avery nods.

"Holler if you need any help with him, sweetheart," Dean tells Avery as he presses yet another kiss to the top of her head. He turns to walk out of the room, but not without one more glance over his shoulder to see Avery and Cooper all snuggled up beside of each other with little innocent smiles on their adorable faces. Dean smiles to himself as he walks on out of the room and on to the living room.

"Need anything?" Dean asks you.

"No, thank you," you reply as you shake your head at him.

"Listen, (Y/N)," Dean says as he takes a seat beside of you on the couch. "There's something that I've needed to tell you all along. Something that I should have brought up to you when we were engaged. And maybe if I had then we would be married."

"What is it?" you ask softly as you turn a bit to look over at Dean. Dean meets your gaze and he takes a deep breath.

"Look, sweetheart, the reason that I left you wasn't entirely because I found out that I'd never be able to father a kid," Dean tells you. "I..." Dean stops to take a deep breath before he reluctantly gets on with it. "I knew that we could work that out. I knew that we were madly in love and that nothing was going to change that. I wanted you, kids or no kids, and I had a feeling that you felt the same way."

"I did," you tell Dean truthfully as you try to keep the tears from forming already.

"I just had to think of a way to tell you, because I thought that you still deserved to know even if I was sure that it wasn't going to change your mind," Dean tells you. "But then I found out that the guys I was working with at the garage were into some shady things." Dean says. "Charging way too much. Ripping people off. Ripping insurance companies off which they did one too many times, and when they got caught they blamed it all on me. I didn't know that anything was going on until I started receiving death threats."

"Dean," you breathe out.

"Funny thing is, they weren't threatening me." Dean gives you a look and your heart drops. "I couldn't stand for you to get hurt just because I was working for the wrong people. It made me sick and I knew that I had to get away from you. Act like I didn't care." Dean swallows hard as he stares down at his hands. "When I had finally cleared my name I was so far in debt that I didn't think I'd ever be able to recover. Sam talked me into suing them and I was paid most of what they owed me. Not all of it but it was enough to get me on my feet and help me buy enough tools that I could start working on cars once more. Even if I have to do it out of my own garage." Dean looks over at you and shakes his head a bit, his eyes red-rimmed and shinning with unshed tears.

"Didn't matter," Dean chokes out. "I had lost the person whom I loved more than anything. Nothing mattered to me anymore. And I knew that I couldn't call you and explain all of this to you. I had lost you, and it absolutely killed me to think that. Still does. My life had no meaning. And then one night I couldn't just sit here in this stupid house anymore. I went out for a drive and I found my new meaning sitting on the side of the toad. This shaking, skinny little girl with a tiny bundle in her arms. Her little body was curled around the baby like she was trying to protect him, and when I pulled over to check on them she looked up at me and gave me this big smile despite the fear on her little face. I knew then that I was a goner.

"But my heart still had this big hole in it. Everyday I've wondered what it would be like if I hadn't ran off and we had gotten married. When Cooper was going through withdrawals from the drugs, and Avery had the flu, all I could think was that I wished I had you. Not just a woman. You. I've always wanted you." You let a few tears fall and Dean reaches over to take your face between both of his hands.

"Hey," Dean says softly as he rubs his thumbs over your cheeks. "I never would have left you if it was just because I couldn't have kids. I left because I was trying to protect you. And if you don't believe me then that's fine because I know that it sounds crazy and like I'm trying to make excuses but I need you to believe me when I say that I had no other choice. I didn't want this. I've been absolutely miserable thinking about what all I had put you through. You're everything to me, and I still love you. I need you to believe that."

You swallow hard and nod your head at Dean as you let the tears fall down your cheeks. "I believe you, Dean." Dean lets out a sigh of relief as he gives you a small smile.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart. I am so sorry," Dean tells you as his thumbs softly graze your skin. You shake your head at him a bit as you lay a hand over onto his face.

"Dean," you choke out. "Why didn't you just tell me all of this in the first place? Why did you just leave me without even saying goodbye?”

"Because I was told not to tell anyone," Dean replies. "And when I was sure that it had all blowed over, I finally came clean to Sam hoping that he could help me out a bit. You know, with him being a lawyer I thought maybe there was some way that he could help. But I was too much of a coward to come face to face with you. I was ashamed of what had happened and afraid that you wouldn't believe me."

"Dean, why on earth were you ashamed?" you ask him. "You didn't do anything wrong."

"I couldn't believe that I had gotten swept up in such a mess," Dean tells you. "I have no clue how I didn't realize that something wasn't right. And I was ashamed of the way that I didn't show up for you and I kept telling myself that it was for a good reason. That you couldn't know and it was all to keep you safe. I never meant to hurt you like this.”

"I know," you tell Dean softly as you try to wipe some his tears away with your hands. "I know. But why did you tell me that you left me because you couldn't have kids? You weren't trying to keep me safe then."

Dean takes a deep breath. "Because I was afraid that you would never forgive me, so I thought that if I told you that was the reason that I left then you wouldn't have a reason to forgive me. But I couldn't stand pouring my heart out to you and you still hating me."

"Dean, I could never hate you no matter what you've done," you tell him truthfully.

"I know that that sounds like a very stupid excuse but I was just so confused and..." Dean trails off and shakes his head at you. "There's no good reason why I didn't tell you the truth."

"Why did you act so hateful towards me?”

"(Y/N), you of all people know how bad I am about sharing my feelings. I knew that if I didn't scare you off then I'd eventually have to open up to you," Dean tells you. "Again, there's absolutely no reason for me to act that way and I am so sorry, sweetheart."

"It's okay," you tell Dean softly. "It really is okay, Dean. You have got to stop apologizing for everything. I know that you're sorry and I hope that you know that I forgive you. I just wish that you had talked to me about it for your sake. It's not fair for you to have to carry all of this alone."

Dean opens his mouth to speak but then Avery hollers for him. "I'll um... I've gotta..."

"Yeah," you reply as you nod your head at Dean. Dean stands up off of the couch and walks off towards Avery's room.

"What's wrong, bug?" Dean asks as he walks into her room.

"Nothing, Daddy," Avery replies. "Cooper fell asleep on me."

"Okay," Dean nods as he walks over to Avery’s bed.

"Daddy, can... I want Cooper to stay here tonight if that's okay."

Dean smiles softly at Avery. "It's alright with me, bug. Actually, if you want me to move you both to my bed so that you two can sleep in there…”

"Please," Avery says excitedly as she gives Dean a hopeful look. Dean chuckles as he picks Cooper up off of Avery’s bed.

"Come here, bug," Dean tells Avery as he holds his free arm out for her. Avery stands up and lets Dean pick her up, wrapping her little arms around her Daddy's neck. Dean carries Avery and Cooper to his room and lays them both down onto his bed before tucking them in tightly.

"Daddy?" Avery says when Dean pulls away a bit.

"Don't worry, sweetheart," Dean tells her softly. "I've gotta check on something and then I will lay down.”

"Okay," Avery replies as she nods her little head at Dean. Dean gives her a soft smile before he walks to the living room, finding you halfway asleep on the couch already.

Dean walks over and pulls the throw off of the couch, draping it over you. You open your eyes a bit to look up at Dean, and he smiles a bit at you.

"Shh," Dean says softly as he reaches down to brush some hair off of your face. "Go to sleep, sweetheart."

"I can go home if you don't..."

"No. Stay," Dean tells you. "Please. I'll need someone here with me in the morning."

"I'm not going anywhere," you tell Dean softly. "Not if you need me."

"Thank you," Dean whispers. Dean leans over to press a kiss to your forehead, but then his eyes wander to your lips and he leans closer. "Sorry," Dean says as he hesitates a bit and tries to pull away.

"It's okay," you tell him.

"(Y/N)?"

"Hm?"

Dean takes a deep breath. "I just... I don't want..." Dean swallows hard and he's obviously at a loss for words, so you take matters into your own hands and pull him down a bit, capturing his lips with yours. Dean's eyes meets yours as he pulls away a bit before leaning in once more. You sit up enough to place both of your hands onto Dean's cheeks, and he places his hands on your arms to help hold you up a bit.

"I don't want you to think that I'm using you to get over anything," Dean tells you softly as he rests his forehead against yours.

You shake your head a bit at him. "Let's not talk about what this means right now, okay?" you tell him. "It just felt really right."

"Yeah, it did," Dean says softly as he lets you go. "I've got two kids waiting for me to go to bed."

"Go," you tell Dean. "We can talk about this when things settle down."

"Is there anything to talk about or was this just a 'I really needed to kiss you just then' type of thing?" Dean asks you.

"I don't know," you tell him softly.

"Okay," Dean nods. "You know, I have a guest room if you'd rather sleep in there."

"That's okay," you reply as you shake your head at Dean. "I'm comfortable here."

"Okay," Dean replies. "Goodnight, sweetheart."

"Goodnight, Dean," you tell him. "Hug those babies tight tonight."

"I plan on it," Dean replies as he smiles softly at you. Dean kisses the top of your head as he turns to walk out of the room.

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Have You Ever Thought ...

Summary: During a night out with Jared, you entertain an idea you’ve never thought of before.  Pairing: Jared x Reader Word Count: 1510 Warnings: Drinking. The usual cliche fluff you might expect from me :) Square Filled: Friends to Lovers for @spngenrebingo​ A/N: I didn’t realize until after I posted my last fic that I hadn’t tagged anyone -- that’s my bad! 

Saturdays were your day to get your life together. You cleaned up your apartment from the mess that had gotten a little out of control, finished the tasks you had started but not finished over the last five days, you did laundry, sometimes caught up with friends … it was just your day to wrap up loose ends. It had been this way since your last break up — you took a few days to cry it out, then decided you weren’t going to let your life fall apart.  Routine was what you needed and Saturday get-it-together tasks were part of that routine. 

Between the vacuum and the music you had blaring to get you through your household chores, you didn’t hear anyone knocking on the door. You didn’t hear anyone turning the lock or announcing their presence in your apartment. 

Which is probably why when you turned off the vacuum and went to the kitchen for a glass of water, you screamed at the top of your lungs. The tall man setting drinks on the counter couldn’t help but laugh. 

“Oh, Y/N, I’m so sorry,” Jared chuckled, “I knew you didn’t hear me knock probably because of the bathroom, but I figured you heard me over the vacuum.”

“Alexa, stop the music,” you commanded the device, a hand at your throat while you tried to catch your breath. “That better be an iced coffee from Dunkin, and they better both be for me after you scared the crap out of me.”

He was still smiling. “I had intended to drink one, but you’re right, maybe I do owe you the extra one.”

You pushed a straw into one of the drinks and rolled your eyes as you leaned back against the counter. The unexpected iced coffee cooled your nerves and you decided it wasn’t so bad that Jared had shown up after all. 

“So, what are you doing here, creeper?” Ashley asked, nudging his leg with her toe. 

He set his own drink on the counter and crossed his arms over his chest. “Came to see if you were still doing get-it-together Saturday.”

“You know I am, Jar. I’m not looking for dates and I’m perfectly happy to spend my Saturdays being productive, sleeping in Sunday morning, and just relaxing before the week starts again.” You shrugged. You weren’t too worried about it; you were okay being single. 

“Fair enough. Want me to hang out? Need any handyman tasks done?”

“Mmm, well, I could do it if you don’t want to, but I have a couple light bulbs up high that need changed out, if you’re in a helping mood.”

Jared sipped on his iced coffee again, nodding. “Yeah, sure, no problem. Bulbs still in the same place?”

“Yep! The bathroom ceiling light and one bulb in the bedroom fan.”

He left his drink on the counter. You finished yours off before dumping the ice in the sink, tossing the cup away, and going back to your loose ends. 

After another hour, you were done with your list. Jared had changed out those bulbs, unloaded the dishwasher, and snaked your shower drain. 

“Now I owe you,” you sighed, falling back on the couch. “Wanna go out for drinks tonight?”

Jared shrugged. “Sure. We could grab a bite first, if you want.”

“There’s a frozen pizza in the freezer.”

“Perfect! I’ll get that going while you get cleaned up.”

You thanked him with a quick kiss on the cheek before gathering a couple of clean towels and heading for the shower. Music started from the Alexa again, and you sang along, uninhibited, while you washed up. 

Since it was just drinks with a friend, you put on a cute top and jeans, dropped some sandals next to the door to slip into before you left. Your hair had dried in nice, beachy waves — for once — and you put on the bare minimum of makeup. 

“Ah, that pizza smells so good!” you raved, picking up two pieces from the pan and dropping them on paper plate. You filled a glass with water and took a seat at the table with Jared. 

While the two of you ate, you discussed which bar you wanted to go to. You wanted to be able to talk, and Jared wanted to hear good music. There was a couple of places that fit those requirement, so the two of you picked the closer of the two. 

“So, how much longer are you going to avoid dating?” Jared asked during the drive. 

“Jared …”

He waved off your protest. “C’mon, Y/N/N. You’re beautiful, you’re driven, you’re smart, you’re funny — you check off everything on the list. You’re just going to isolate yourself for the rest of eternity? He isn’t worth that.”

“I am not isolating myself,” you scoffed. “I’m just not looking at the moment. If someone comes along, then sure, I’ll give it a shot. But like I said, I’m okay by myself. Maybe I’ll meet someone at the bar tonight, you never know.”

Jared sighed in frustration, but smiled. “Okay, sure. I guess I can buy that. For now.”

You chuckled and turned up the music. As you started singing along, Jared eventually chimed in. He was smiling big enough for his dimples to show, even while he sang, and you had to stop yourself from leaning over the console to kiss him.

Wait. What. 

That wasn’t a thought you’d had about Jared before. The two of you were friends — yeah, he was a handsome man. You weren’t stupid, you weren’t blind. You could see that Jared was a catch. The friendship had really never been like that, though. 

Until now. 

You ordered your mind to shut its mouth and thought about anything and everything else. Once at the bar, in an effort to clear your mind and reset your perspective, you walked far enough away from Jared to fit two more people between you. He gave you a hard time about it, but you only joked that he smelled bad. Lame, but it was the best you could do with these new thoughts rambling through your brain. 

There was an open table on the patio and the weather was gorgeous, so you and Jared snagged up a couple of the chairs before anyone else could claim the table. He got up to get your drinks from the bar; the eyes of the other women in the place following him back inside didn’t escape your notice. 

Had Jared ever thought about you like this? He had said some pretty nice things about you in the car. But, he was your friend. Didn’t he have to say those things, though, as your friend? Maybe. Maybe not. 

Three drinks in and ready to tell the other women in the place to stop checking Jared out, you still hadn’t figured out where you were going to land on the matter. Jared returned with a fourth round, and you blurted out your question. 

“Do you ever think about us?” 

Jared set the drinks carefully on the table. “Us? What do you mean?”

“Us,” you repeated, motioning between the two of you. “You think I’m beautiful and smart and driven and all of that … did you say that because I’m your beautiful, smart, driven friend, or because you see these things and it makes you think maybe you want more with me?”

Jared mouth gaped a little and he stared at you without blinking for what your intoxicated mind processed was too long of a time for your question to be something that wasn’t going to ruin your entire friendship. 

“Or did I just ruin everything?” you asked, quietly. 

“No, you didn’t ruin anything,” Jared assured immediately, “I … I don’t know. I do truly believe those things about you, Y/N, but I’ve never … until now.”

“Same. Well, tonight. In the car, you were singing and smiling and I had this completely sober thought that I wanted to lean over and kiss you and I’ve been trying to figure out since then what in the world is happening in my mind.”

Jared licked his lips and tucked his hair behind his ears. He cleared his throat scooted his chair close to yours. With a soft hand under your chin, Jared hesitantly pressed his lips softly to yours. His eyes were closed, but you almost couldn’t believe what was happening if you didn’t see it. When Jared pulled back, hand still under your chin, your eyes were wide open with shock. 

“I’m sorry,” he apologized, “I thought that maybe if we tried that kiss, it might give us some answers.”

“Did it give you answers?” 

Jared nodded. “You?”

Slowly, you nodded. One end of your mouth tugged up with the hint of a smile, and you pressed your forehead to his. 

“What if we change our minds when we’re sober?”

He leaned forward. “Then we’ll deal with it.”

Again, you nodded. Words were unmanageable, and you were too eager to have Jared’s lips on yours once more. 

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