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#also i gave him dean winchester boots :)

hintsofhoney · 1 year

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Radio and the Rain

Pairing(s): Dean Winchester x F!Reader

Summary: When a bad storm forces you and Dean apart on a hunt, he realizes just how much you mean to him.

Tags: 18+, smut, making love, p in v, all that jazz... nothing too crazy

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: Hello, I'm back after almost 6 months. Moving across the country (again) among other big life events (all good ones!) gave me the worst writer's block of all time, but thanks to my friends (@soaringeag1e & @emoryhemsworth), writing this fic per their suggestion (based off Radio and the Rain by Chris Young) is what finally pulled me out of it! Beta'd by my angels @wayward-dreamer and @makeadealwithdean. Alright, hope you all enjoy, and I promise I'll be back again with more things soon!

You can also read me on Ao3!

DEAN WINCHESTER MASTERLIST | SUPERNATURAL MASTERLIST | MAIN MASTERLIST

“Y/N!” Dean calls out, doubtful that you can hear him over the sound of the rain coming down as he tries to ignore the panic building inside him. His hair is stuck to his forehead from the downpour, water droplets streaming down his face as he tries to shield himself from the weather. It’s no use. He’s soaked to the bone – he’s not sure he could have worn enough layers to keep him dry, not in this storm – and the darkness of the forest seems to go on forever. He could have sworn there was a town nearby – some light pollution would be really helpful right about now – but he seems to be shit out of luck. Thunder booms above him, almost deafening, and he keeps on what he hopes is the right path, his heart rate steadily increasing. He needs to find you.

“Y/N!” he yells again after another minute passes. If he’s soaked, he can’t imagine what you must be. He remembers what you’re wearing; skinny jeans, a thin green t-shirt, a black faux leather jacket, hunting boots. Normally, he doesn’t complain about your refusal to wear more layers, but right now, ‘I told you so’ is on the tip of his tongue. He would need a large amount of hands to count how many times he’s told you to prepare for anything , and that a flimsy t-shirt and jacket weren’t gonna cut it, but in your defense, this storm came out of nowhere. He had to give you that, at least.

“Dean!” he whips his head around at the faint sound of his name making its way through the rain, and yells yours out once more before making his way towards your voice. His eyes are adjusted enough to the dark to where he can make out silhouettes of fallen trees ahead of him, stepping over them with little caution as you call out to him again. He has to make sure you’re okay. He has to get to you.

“I’m here, Y/N!” he yells, “Where are you!?”

“Dean!”

He hears it, clear as day from behind him. He turns around in time to see the outline of your soaked body appearing from behind the trees.

“Y/N!” He rushes to you, taking your cold hand in his, and you can’t tell if he’s relieved or angry to see you – or a little bit of both. You should have listened to him when he told you splitting up was a bad idea, but completing the hunt had been the only thing on your mind, Dean’s lectures about safety be damned. “Jesus, you’re freezing,” he comments, like he isn’t an icicle himself. He wants to say, ‘I told you splitting up was a bad idea’, but he holds his tongue. He can lecture you later.

He grabs you firmly by the shoulders, looking you up and down. “Are you okay?”

With the rain pouring down, he sounds like he’s whispering, even though you can tell he’s only a decibel away from full-on screaming. Lightning strikes in the distance, and you’re able to get a clear view of his face for a brief moment. Water streaming down his clenched jaw, hair soaked and plastered to his forehead, worried green eyes searching yours. They land on your cheek, which you think is bleeding thanks to the branch that smacked you in the face a few minutes ago, and you roll your eyes at his over-concern.

“I’m fine, Dean. It’s just a scratch.”

“C’mon,” he replies gruffly, pulling you into his coat in an attempt to shield you from the rain. “Baby’s got a first aid kit in the back.”

Ten minutes of walking later and you can make out Baby’s silhouette parked on the road on the other side of some trees. The rain seems to have gotten even worse – if that’s even possible – and the thought of being underneath some type of roof (Baby’s was just as good as any) where you’d have an opportunity to get dry was getting your tired legs through the last bit of your trek out of the muddy woods.

Your first step onto the dirt road comes with more rain as you come out from under the umbrella of trees. Dean opens the back door for you, ushering you inside and telling you not to worry about your shoes (something that he was usually a stickler about; he liked a clean car). To your surprise, he gets in behind you, quickly closing the door before the backseat can get even more wet. He leans over the front bench, fishing his keys out of his pocket, before starting the ignition and turning on the heat. The radio comes on as Baby starts up, and he lets it play as he opens the glove box and pulls out a flashlight, before sitting back and reaching underneath the driver’s seat for the first aid kit.

“Hold this,” he orders, turning on the light and handing it to you, the brightness of the bulb causing you both to squint as your eyes adjust.

“Dean, I told you, I’m fine,” you reiterate with an exhausted sigh, watching as he opens the white box in his lap.

“Shine it on your face, I need to get a better look.”

You roll your eyes, pointing the flashlight on your cheek, allowing Dean to grab the underside of your chin as he moves your head to the side and examines the damage.

“Needs to be cleaned,” he announces, letting you go and pulling out a small bottle of rubbing alcohol and gauze from the kit. You watch as he unscrews the cap and flips the bottle over, letting the cloth absorb some of the liquid before flipping it back and closing it. “This is gonna sting.”

He says that every time, and you chuckle softly in response. “Yeah, not my first time.”

He doesn’t even crack a smile. He grabs underneath your chin again, dabbing your wound with the cloth, and you’re too focused on his mood to even notice the sting. A minute passes by, and you’re sure it’s clean by now, but he seems to be on autopilot, jaw clenched and eyes both focused in on what he’s doing and glazed over at the same time.

“Dean,” you say gently, placing your free hand on top of his, stilling his movements and pulling him out of his trance. “I think it’s clean.”

Silence, except for the rain and the radio, which is quietly playing Is This Love by Whitesnake (not usually what this station plays, but it’s 2 a.m. and you figure they probably save the sappy 80s songs for this time of night).

And then, “You can’t do that.” His voice is barely above a whisper.

You furrow your eyebrows and tilt your head. “Do what?”

“Scare me like that. I didn’t – I thought –” he shakes his head, dropping his hand and placing the gauze back in the kit, along with the rubbing alcohol, before closing it and shoving it back under the seat. “Just – you can’t do that.”

“Dean, the storm came out of nowhere. We’ve split up on hunts so many –”

“And it’s never my idea!” he interrupts.

“What do you want me to say, Dean!? ‘I’m sorry that God decided to flood the earth again while we were out hunting werewolves’!? I am fine , okay? I can handle –”

He cups your face in his cold hands, careful to avoid the fresh cut on your cheek. “I don’t doubt that you can handle yourself. But I can’t lose you, do you get that?” His face is inches away from yours, and the flashlight slips out of your hands and onto the floor as your breath catches in your throat. The radio starts playing the all-too familiar beginning chords of Night Moves , and you can’t bring yourself to do anything but nod. Dean tucks a strand of wet hair behind your ear. “I can’t lose you,” he whispers.

“I know,” you reply breathily. You place your hand over his again. “You won’t, De.”

The corner of his mouth lifts up into a brief half smile – one that you would have missed had you not been watching his every move. His thumb brushes over your bottom lip with a feather-light touch, and all you can hear is the radio and the rain.

“Your lips are freezing,” he comments, not-so-subtly (in true Dean fashion).

“Shame there’s no way to warm them,” you whisper back, biting back a smile.

“Hm,” he smirks, leaning in. “I can think of a way.”

You close your eyes as his lips meet yours, instantly sending warmth back into your body. Night Moves is still playing, and you ignore the irony as you kiss him back like not freezing to death depends on it. It’s not your first kiss with Dean, but it’s the first one that feels like it really means something, like you could be more than just friends who hook up occasionally. His hands move from your face to your jacket, unzipping it before he helps peel it off your body, your wet skin making everything a thousand times harder. He carelessly throws it into the front seat before his lips move to your neck and he works on getting his own top layer off. He finds your sweet spot right under your ear, one that sends warm shivers down your spine, and then his hands are back on your body, finding their way underneath your soaked shirt, trailing up your sides. His palms feel warm against your skin, and you don’t know if it’s the heat blasting through the vents or the adrenaline pumping through your veins, but you’ve never been hotter.

The two of you separate for a few seconds and tug off the remainder of your clothes, everything landing in a nice pile on the front seat — muddy boots included. The cleanliness of his car is the last thing Dean is concerned about right now.

You feel a lot more comfortable naked — meaning, you’re only wet where you want to be now — and you lean back in the seat, your head resting against the door, as Dean hovers over you, taking you in. The flashlight on the ground was your only source of light with the moonlight blocked out by the storm still raging outside.

“You’re beautiful,” he states, not like an opinion, but like it’s an undeniable fact. Like if you were to look up ‘beautiful’ in the dictionary right now you’d find a picture of your face.

You smile. “Thank you.”

His finger traces your jaw bone, his thumb gently outlines the scrape on your cheek. “I don’t think it’s gonna scar,” he says. You love it when he’s like this: pure and unfiltered, saying exactly what he’s thinking when he’s thinking it.

You chuckle softly. “Good. Be real ugly if it did.”

His expression turns serious. “No it wouldn’t.” He states that like it’s a fact too, and you have no choice but to accept it.

“Okay. It would be pretty badass, I guess,” you concede.

He smiles and nods, leaning down to kiss you softly, quickly, before pulling back and whispering, “Yeah, it would.”

He trails his kisses down your jaw, neck, collarbone, and you catch the next song on the radio — Feels Like the First Time — and roll your eyes and try not to laugh because of course . You’re brought back to the present when Dean’s mouth wraps around your nipple, his tongue flicking over the hardened bud as your hands instantly come to grip his wet hair.

“Fuck,” you breathe, back arching off the leather seat, and he chuckles softly before releasing you with a ‘pop’.

“That’s the plan, sweetheart.”

You roll your eyes again, but they quickly close as he moves to give your right nipple some attention, gently pinching the other between his thumb and pointer finger. Your moans cause his cock to twitch, and you feel it against your inner thigh, imagining what it must look like right now.

“Please,” you beg, and you both know exactly what for. He gladly returns his lips to yours, before nestling himself comfortably (or as comfortable as one can get in the backseat of a ‘67 Chevy) between your legs, still damp and sticky from the rain. He kisses you hard as he enters you slowly, and you moan into his mouth as you adjust to his size. Nothing’s ever felt so good.

“Jesus,” he breathes, pulling away momentarily and bracing himself with one hand on the fogged up window as he bottoms out and stays there, looking down at you like you’re the only thing that matters to him, and right now, you are. “Mm, fuck .” He starts to move, letting his head fall into the crook of your neck, his hot breath and soft groans doing nothing to help stall the tightening coil in your abdomen. “‘m never letting you out of my sight again,” he whispers.

All you can do is nod; he feels so good, you never want him to stop.

“Can’t fuckin’ lose you,” he mumbles, his face coming to hover above yours as he cups your unscathed cheek with his free hand. “You hearin’ me?” He shakes his head. “I can’t.”

You nod again, a little more aggressively this time. “I know, Dean. You won’t,” you reassure him through unsteady breaths. It’s your turn to shake your head. “You won’t.”

You hadn’t noticed his thrusts speeding up, too lost in your emotions until he hits a spot that you didn’t even know you had.

“Oh, fuck ,” you hiss, arching your back. “Fuck, right there.”

He listens, picking up the pace ever so slightly, his lips on your neck again, his heavy pants in your ear. “Shit, sweetheart, you feel so good.” He’s breathing so hard it’s barely audible, but you hear it clear as day, and it’s what brings you to the edge.

“Fuck, Dean, I’m gonna —”

“Me too, me too.”

And then you’re tensing underneath him as a wave of pleasure washes over you, his cock twitching inside you as he fills you up, and he’s holding himself up on trembling forearms, desperately trying not to collapse on top of you as the exhaustion from the day finally hits you both like a tidal wave. Through heavy breathing you notice that it’s still pouring outside — probably deeming you stuck here on this no name road until it lets up — and that You Shook Me All Night Long is playing on the radio, and you can’t help but giggle softly and shake your head.

“What?” he questions, confused.

“I think both the weather and the radio are demanding that we go again.”

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jasmines-library · 4 months

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Hey. Could you please do a Winchester!sister reader fic like the mystery spot episode where Dean dies over and over but can you have the reader be the one who dies over and over again while the boys watch

Groundhog Day

Note: Once again apologising for my lateness but here we are! I actually also wrote this yesterday but I thought it was only fitting to release this on a Tuesday.

warnings: death *and lots of it, It's mystery spot*, grief kinda, time loops, swearing.

Word count: 3.5k

⛤ SPN MASTERLIST ⛤

‘Heat of the moment-’

Sam sat up abruptly, awoken by the sudden racket that filled the room. After sitting up groggily and allowing his eyes to adjust to the light he glanced at the clock, hardly noting the time before he turned to his brother who was surprisingly already up and raring to go, having made his bed which he was now perching on as he laced together his boots. He felt the blankets shift around him as you tried to bury yourself into the mattress, bringing the covers over your head to try and block out some of the noise and fall back to sleep.

“Rise and shine, Sammy.”

“Dude.” Sam blinked, swiping his hair from his eyes. “Asia?”

“Come on. You love this song and you know it.”

Sam rolled his eyes and nodded. “Yeah, and if i hear it again, I’m going to kill myself.”

“Be quiet.” You murmured from behind the sheets, squeezing your eyes shut and rolling over. You knew it wasn’t going to happen but you were trying to cling onto the idea of getting more than 4 hours of sleep for once.

Dean took a break from trying his shoes to reach over and turn the dial on the radio. The song blasted louder from the speakers. He raised his voice with a grin “What? I’m sorry, I can’t hear you.”

Sam let out a light chuckle, still bleary with sleep as you sighed and sat up. Dean was still grinning at you before he began to mouth along to the words of the song. You shook your head at him before hauling yourself up and making your way to the bathroom to get ready for the day.

Dean had decided that he was going to be annoying today. You weren’t sure if it was because he didn’t want to go on the hunt and he was trying to delay it or something or if it was simply because he was being Dean. You decided on the latter because his keenness to be up and ready this morning was unusual. It started with the gurgling when he was brushing his teeth. Then, just as the three of you were about to leave, despite being up before either of you he had forgotten his pistol leaving you and your other brother standing impatiently by the door while he rooted around the motel room for it. He was irritating in the car too and you were itching to jump out of the Impala, praying for the day to end.

The diner was hardly busy when Dean pulled into the driveway. There were only a few cars belonging to passers by occupying the spaces. After securing your pistol in the pocket of your jacket the three of you headed inside. You decided to stick close to Sam; you had an odd feeling about this hunt and weren’t entirely sure what it was but something just wasn’t sitting right with you. Your brothers entered one of the booths and you slid down beside Dean who let out a content sigh as he scanned the menu.

“Hey, tuesday. Pig in a poke.” he read, gesturing to the sign.

“Do you even know what that is?” Sam raised an eyebrow.

The eldest brother opened his mouth to answer only to fall short of his words. Sam gave him a smug look and then pair fell into some sort of childish bickering that you weren’t really paying attention to. You were too busy scanning every inch of the room still unable to shake that uneasy feeling from your mind. Something just wasn’t right. Everything seems so…perfect. It made your skin crawl and you bit your lip.

“Hey.” Sam nudged you under the table with his knee, he had noted the way that you had gone silent and that you were fiddling with your hands restlessly. He knew almost straight away that something was up. You twisted to face him. “You okay?”

“Yeah. yeah.” You muttered. “Sorry.”

You nearly let out a sigh of relief when the waitress came over and distracted your brother's attention away from you. You hated the way that they stared when they were concerned about you. The three of you rattled off your orders before Dean leaned back in the chair, stretching his arm back behind you to lounge about as you all discussed the plan, only interrupted once by the waitress bringing your food and accidentally spilling a bottle of hot sauce which tumbled to the floor and smashed into tiny pieces.

The rest of the day passed by quickly after that.

You did not like the look of the so-called ‘mystery spot’. It was all overly commercialised, filled to the brim with strange and amusing objects that stuck out at odd angles or were glued to the ceiling. The darkness of the room mixed with the obscurity of the place made it come across as quite disorientating. You supposed that was the point. Your strange feeling from this morning was still lingering. You and Dean moved around with flashlights as Sam waved around the EMF. But it was silent.

“Find anything?” You asked.

Sam shook his head.

“Do you have any idea what you’re looking for?” Dean said rather loudly. He was still set on the idea that this hunt was a complete waste of time and had decided to make it everyone else's problem.

“Uh… yeah.” Sam shrugged until you gave him a look and he dropped his shoulders. “No.”

It wasn’t long after you set off to explore again that Dean’s gun was being cocked. Somehow someone had managed to catch you off guard, causing the three of you to whip around alarmed when his shaky voice boomed through the room.

“What the hell are you doing here?!” He demanded. The man was small and scrawny and would normally be no match against Winchesters, but he was wielding a gun that he didn’t seem to know how to use and his unstable finger was hovering dangerously close to the trigger.

“Woah. We can explain.” Dean started, raising his gun in surrender and gesturing for the two of you to follow suit.

The man moved his weapon uncertainly. “You robbing me?”

“No.” You told him. “Nobody’s robbing you, calm down.”

Dean began to lower his gun, but this only wound the man up more.

“Don’t move!” He demanded. “Don’t!”

“I’m just putting the gun down.” Dean tried to reassure him, but the man was having none of it.

He raised his gun, but before he fired he spotted you moving out of the corner of his eye.

Sam, as worrying of a brother as ever, gestured with a tilt of his head for you to move toward him. He knew that you were perfectly capable of protecting yourself, but it made him feel ten times better to know that you were hidden behind his lumbering frame, especially given the recent circumstances that had resulted in so much loss between the three of you. Your movement however, combined with Dean’s haste to put down his gun startled the man and with a fast flick of his arm he had pulled the trigger.

No one had any time to think before your pained scream filled the room. It was quick and short as the bullet lodged itself within your chest and you collapsed to the ground, writhing with an agony so intense that it made white spots dance in your vision like little stars.

“Y/N!” Sam cried out, moving quickly to bridge the short distance to your side where you lay in pain on the cold ground. Sam slid an arm around your back as your other brother dropped to his knees next to you, hovering his hand over your chest where blood had already begun to pool through and seep into your shirt. He was frozen with terror unsure what to do at the sight of your pained expression or the way that your hands clutched feebly at the hem of Sammy’s jacket.

“Call 911.” Sam demanded, turning to face the man who stood there white as a sheet.

“I-I didn’t mean-”

“Now!” Dean yelled.

You whimpered at the yelling. It cuts through your already pounding head adding to the concoction of your agony. You couldn’t see straight, couldn’t hear properly, couldn’t feel anything besides the burning fire in your chest that spread through your lungs like a disease. Your head lolled back against Sam’s arm as you began to taste metallic copper in your mouth, slowly drowning on your own blood that had filled your lungs.

“No. No” Sam said as you writhed in his arms, glancing up bleary eyed at him. Dean pressed down firmly on the wound, and it hurt more than anything but you couldn’t bring yourself to even whine at the contact.

“Come on sweetheart.” Dean pleaded. “Not like this.”

You could see his lips moving but it sounded like he was underwater as your body began to grow numb and your vision slowly faded. You tried to blink away the spots that consumed your vision, but it was no use and your eyes ended up fluttering shut just as your ragged breaths slowed before stopping altogether until you lay morbid limp in your big brother's arms.

‘Heat of the moment-’

Sam sat up abruptly, awoken by the sudden racket that filled the room. After sitting up groggily and allowing his eyes to adjust to the light he glanced at the clock, hardly noting the time before he turned to his brother. He had been here before. He realised suddenly, but this time his older brother was not lacing his boots. Instead he was stood at the foot of the bed, staring at the space beside Sam. He felt the blankets shift around him as you tried to bury yourself into the mattress, bringing the covers over your head to try and block out some of the noise and fall back to sleep. Sam stared at you, startled. He could have sworn that just a moment ago you were-

“Rise and shine, Sammy.” Dean said, with much less enthusiasm as he had before. His little brother furrowed his brows.

“Dean…?”

“I know. Is it just me or are you getting a serious sense of deja-vu?”

He nodded in agreement.

The Winchesters shared a look. Man, something strange was happening and whatever it was, you clearly weren’t feeling the same thing they were.

The diner was exactly the same as it had been the last time the two brothers were here. You were still looking around with the same uncertainty as you were before and you even ordered the same thing as you did before and so did Dean. Tuesday’s special. Pig in a poke.

“It’s tuesday?” He said uncertainly to himself.

You stared at him blankly as if it was the most obvious thing in the world “Yeah.”

Sam eyed you strangely and you raised a brow.

“You okay?”

“Peachy.” He replied, leaning across the table. “Are you?”

Narrowing your eyes at the pair of boys you asked. “Okay. What’s going on with you two?”

“What?”

“Are you sure you’re feeling okay?”

“You don’t…you don’t remember any of this?” Sam asked you

“Remember what?”

“This. Today. Like it’s happened before.” Dean.

“You mean like Deja Vu?” You frowned.

“No like it’s really happened before.” Sam stressed. “If it feels like we’re living yesterday all over again.”

“Deja Vu.”

“No. Forget about that. Its-

The conversation was once again cut off by the waitress who was delivering the food. And once again she sent the hot sauce toppling. But this time, Sam caught it before it could hit the ground.

You gave him a charismatic grin. “Nice reflexes.”

The rest of the day did not pass by quickly after that.

Your brothers were trying to explain the situation to you, while theorising themselves. It was safe to say that at first you were completely lost, but were halfway to believing them when it happened.

The car came from nowhere, speeding around the corner. It collided harshly with your unsuspecting body sending you skidding across the asphalt. By the time your brothers had reached you, a trail of blood trickled down your face from the wounds that were opened as your skin ran across the floor. Dean nearly choked on the sight of your pained and bloodied face as he reached you but you were dead before he had even lifted you into his arms.

And then, there it was again. That wretched song, screaming from the radio.

‘Heat of the moment-’

Sam sat up abruptly, awoken by the sudden racket that filled the room and muttered one single phrase.

“Son of a bitch.”

The rest of the day did not pass by quickly after that. In fact, it never seemed to end.

Sam was getting angry now. No. That's not really the right word to describe it. He was frustrated. Tired. Scared. Dean was angry. And growing impatient. But both of them could not bear to live another tuesday. They couldn’t bear to see you fine one second and then dying the next. They had lived through at least a hundred tuesdays, had scanned every inch of the diner, the town, the mystery spot, they had followed the people from the diner and had even tried to keep you in the motel room but no matter how hard they tried they were forced to watch you die again.

The worst part was that you were clueless. Sam and Dean had to re-explain the ordeal to you everytime they woke up to that stupid song again, leaving you back at square one. They had lived through the day so many times that it had gotten to the point where they could both predict your sentences word for word and while it freaked you out, their patience was wearing thin.

Until finally, something changed. Dean had asked the woman he kept bumping into to see her flyer. They finally had a lead. So, the next time Tuesday morning rolled around, they felt hopeful as they filed off the information to you.

“When’d you get time to do all that research?” you asked through a mouthful of food.

Dean did not have the energy to answer, so he just stood, rolling his eyes. “Let’s go. We’re wasting time here.”

That was when Sam spotted it. The sticky, pink syrup sat in the dispenser next to the half eaten pancake. He frowned, stopping suddenly. When you noticed his absence you turned and asked him what was wrong.

Sam watched the man leave through the slats in the blinds. “That guy has maple syrup for the last 100 tuesdays, now all of a sudden he’s having strawberry?

“It’s a free country, Sammy. A man can’t choose his own syrup now? What have we become?”

“Not in this diner.” Sam shook his head. “Not today.”

“Nothing in this place ever changes. Ever. “ Dean told you. “Except us.”

The two brothers nearly lost their shit when they woke up again, but by the time they had suffered through the morning routine and had reached the diner they had come up with a plan.

There were no conversations during breakfast. The pair left you to ponder over your own thoughts after mentioning the idea of a time loop. Any of your questions went unanswered as they stared down the man, jumping into action when he rose, pushing the stool out with an ear splitting squeal and making his way to the parking lot.

Dean gripped the man firmly, forcing him against the fence by the scruff of his neck and silencing his protests. “We know who you are. Or should I say what?”

You watched very confused from the side.

“Oh my god-” the man begged, wide eyed. “Please don’t kill me!”

“Uh, Boys-”

“It took us a hell of a long time, but we got it.” Sam seethed.

“What?!”

“It’s your M.O that gave you away.” He continued. “Going after pompous jerks, giving them their just deserts. Your kind loves that, don’t they?”

“Yeah. Sure. Okay! Just put the stake down!” He pleaded, side eyeing the weapon that Sam pressed to his neck. Sam refused to move.

“Sammy, maybe you should-”

“No!” He yelled at you. The tone of his voice was so unexpected for Sam that you recoiled. “There’s only one creature powerful enough to do what you’re doing. Making reality out of nothing, sticking people in time loops- In fact, you’d pretty much have to be a god.”

“You’d have to be a trickster.” Dean spat.

“Misters…” The man pleaded shakily with tears in his eyes “My name is Ed Coleman. My wife’s name is Amelia- I’ve got two kids! For crying out loud I sell ad space!”

“Don’t lie to me! I know what you are!” Sam shouted into his face.

“We’ve killed one of your kind before.”

There was a heavy paused before the grey hair and wrinkles on the man before you morphed into the all familiar face of the trickster you and your brothers had run into not too long ago.

He smirked and your brothers’ faces dropped. “Actually, you didn’t.”

“Why are you doing this? Why her!?” Sam pressed, digging the stake into his neck.

“You’re kidding?” The trickster replied “You all tried to kill me last time. Why wouldn’t I do this? Why not make you three suffer.”

“So this is funny to you? Killing her over and over again?” Dean gritted his teeth.

“One- yes, it is fun. And two -this is so not about killing Y/N. This joke is on you two. I mean… come on. How great has it been to watch you to see her being torn apart again and again. Watching your sister die everyday. Forever.”

“You son of a bitch.”

The trickster smiled. “How long will it take you to realise you can’t save your sister, no matter what.”

“Oh yeah? We kill you, this ends now.” Sam growled.

“Woah. Okay, look. I was just playing around. You can’t take a joke, fine. You’re out of it. Tomorrow you’ll wake up and it’ll be wednesday. I swear.”

“You're lying. “

He shrugged. “If I am, you know where to find me.”

“But you better promise me, I’ll be back in time-”

Sam couldn’t contain the gasp that fell from his lips. “It’s wednesday!”

“Yeah…?” You said from across the room where you were rummaging though your bag. “Which usually comes after Tuesday. Turn that crap off, would you?” you asked him.

“No. Leave it on.” Dean interjected. He agreed with Sam. If he heard Asia one more time he was going to kill himself. “Isn’t that the most beautiful song you’ve ever heard?”

“...No. Jesus, how many Tuesdays did you guys have?”

“You don’t wanna know.” Dean sighed. “Wait..what do you remember.”

“I remember you two being pretty whacked out yesterday. And then i remember running into the trickster. S’bout it really.”

“Right. Whatever. Lets get out of here.” Sam said as he pulled on a shirt.

“What? No breakfast?” You asked, slightly upset that you were going to miss out on the diner food you had quite enjoyed yesterday.

“No breakfast.”

Sam and Dean were still inside when they heard it. The unmistakable pop of a gun being fired. You were outside loading the last of your things into Baby and-

Sam's heart sank.

“Y/N!” He cried, dropping what he was doing and racing down the stairs towards you.

The offender fled the moment the gunshot had sounded and your two brothers could see him rounding the corner, but their concern was on you, sprawled out across the floor in a pool of your own blood.

They shook you, crying out your name but you didn’t move. Your heart had stopped beating.

“No. This isn’t supposed to happen today.” Sam squeezed his eyes shut tight, only to nearly cry when he opened them again and you were still lying lifelessly in his brothers clutch. “We’re supposed to wake up.”

And then, he began to cry.

Part 2 may be coming…I’ll add it to my to do list

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dean-winchester-is-a-warrior · 7 months

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Home

Summary: Dean comes home.

Warnings: None. Major fluff. Angst if you squint.

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Y/N (Robbie and Sadie - OFCs)

Word Count: 937

A/N: The lovely @deanswaywardgirl requested a fluffy fic using the moment from the gif above. I loved the idea of giving our boy a happy home, so this came into my mind. It took me way too long to come up with this simple fluffy drabble, my dear. But I hope you enjoy!

The beautiful dividers below and at the bottom were created by @talesmaniac89

Dean stepped quietly into the dark house, closing the back door as softly as possible. He slid the deadbolt home and then set down the big green duffel bag that was slung over his shoulder. He breathed deeply, drawing in the scents of lemon cleaner, crayons, and roast chicken that permeated the kitchen.

He was home.

The only light in the room came from the soft bulb shining above the sink, spilling out of the window and falling across the grass in the backyard. Y/N left it on any time he was gone on a hunt. She told him to use it like a lighthouse, to follow its signal back to the safe harbor of their home.

It always worked because he thought of that light every time he was away. He’d never told Y/N this because he didn’t want to scare her, but there had been a few times, when the monster had him nearly beaten, that the memory of that light had truly saved him. The thought of it shining for him, and of the people on the other side of it, waiting for him to come home, gave him the strength to push himself one more step and win the battle.

He flipped the switch, turning off the lighthouse now that he was safely docked, and stepped quietly through the kitchen. He bounded soundlessly up the stairs, shedding his jacket and thick flannel on the way, and tossing them over the banister.

Once upstairs, he reached Robbie’s room first and opened the door; he was glad he’d fixed the squeak in the hinge before he left last time. It swung open quietly and he looked across the room to where his son slept, his thin back rising and falling in a quiet rhythm.

Dean passed his gaze over the room, his hunter’s eyes seeking anything out of place or suspicious. When he was satisfied that all was well in the room with the baseball wallpaper, he closed the door over again and continued down the hall to Sadie’s room, walking inside to peer into her crib and watch her tiny chest rise and fall.

He was home in time for her first birthday in two days, and he was determined that no matter what catastrophes the world tried to dish up for them, he would be there at the party, wearing a stupid clown party hat, and overdosing on cake and ice cream.

As he looked at her, he couldn’t resist smoothing one of his too rough fingers across her satin-soft, chubby cheek. She stirred slightly and grabbed hold of his finger, gripping it tightly in her sleep. Dean happily stood like that for nearly ten minutes, marveling over her, and refusing to take his hand away from where she clutched it.

Finally she let go and rolled over and Dean smoothed back her baby curls from her forehead and left the room before he was tempted to wake her up just so he could see her four-tooth smile.

He wandered across the hall to his and Y/N’s bedroom and walked as quietly as possible through the door, avoiding the floorboard that always squeaked. All he could see of Y/N was one shapely leg sticking out of the thick duvet that covered their bed. Otherwise the massive King size bed swallowed her up.

She always said the bed felt far too big and empty when he was gone, and he believed her. Every bed without her in it felt hard, cold, and empty. He shucked off his boots and pants, and tugged his t-shirt over his head, leaving him in just his dark blue boxer briefs. He tried as hard as possible not to shift the bed as he got in, but he knew it would be in vain.

Y/N also slept very lightly when he wasn’t beside her.

“Dean?” She mumbled, mostly still asleep, as he stretched out beside her.

“Yeah, sweetheart, it’s just me.”

“Mmmmm…” Y/N moaned softly as she cuddled close to him, and curled her arm around his waist, laying her head on his chest and pressing a kiss there. “You’re home.” She said on a sigh.

“I’m home.” He confirmed as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and held her tight against him.

She looked up at him with a sleepy face and a crooked smile. “I missed you.”

Dean nodded. “Me too, baby, me too.” He bent his head so he could kiss her lips gently. “Go back to sleep.”

She shook her head. “How was the hunt?”

Dean shrugged softly beneath her. “Went okay. Didn’t lose anyone else, and we got the shifter. So we can’t ask for more than that.” He squeezed her again. “But man, I’m glad I'm home.”

Y/N nodded. “Me too.” She agreed, as she snuggled herself deeper into his side, and laid her head back down on his chest. Very quickly Dean heard her breathing even out into deep breaths and knew she was asleep again.

As he felt his eyelids get heavy, he breathed in the peace that always came when he walked back through his door and felt the presence of his family envelope him. The calm that flowed through him as he watched them, knowing they were safe, knowing they were healthy and whole, was a sublime kind of gift, one he never wanted to take for granted.

As the tap dripped softly in their bathroom, his mind floated into oblivion, and he brought his contentment with him into a night of sweet dreams, and peaceful quiet.

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alexsoenomel · 1 year

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Fuck Away The Pain (Sub!Dean Winchester x Reader smut)

Summary: Sad reader is a horny reader basically

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: sexy times with Dean

Word count: 1578

Note: First person fic because I was sad and listening to THIS song. It inspired me. Like/ reblog or both if you like it :)

I tossed and turned as my mind went into an overdrive. I didn't know what was going on I just knew I needed him. I was craving his touch, his scent, his ability to calm me down when I would lose myself in my own mind. It was like sometimes I would enter a maze and get lost in it.

At this point I was crying and also trying to understand why. I was happy with him, hell, I haven't felt like this in a very long time. This life I was living was dark and twisted but he was the light at the end of the tunnel, not only him, but also his brother. Sam was a brother I never had and Dean was the love I have never experienced. As long as I had them I had it all.

Then why was I crying?

As I was whipping my tears in complete darkness, I heard him open the door of the room we shared. We collectively had a day off, that day, no hunts, no cases, just drinks and laughter. I got so drunk I passed out on our bed at God knows what hour. I woke up after few hours, took a shower and drank something for pulsating head of mine with lots of water but I couldn't go back to sleep. The headache was gone, but my soul was sad.

Now I had to pretend. I closed my eyes, trying to calm myself down, but to no avail. I heard the sound of his belt as he took his boots off and seconds later his jeans. He laid next to me and hugged me as I was lying and fighting the urge not to burst into tears. The thing that finally gave me off was the sound of my nose sniffling.

"(Y/N)?" He whispered. "Are you okay?"

"No." I whispered. "Not really."

I turned around whipped my tears and kissed him as hard as I possibly could. He kissed back immediately, cupping my face with his hand as I climbed on top of him, my lips not leaving his. I could still taste the alcohol on his lips but I didn't mind. I just needed him.

I broke the kiss as his silhouette was looking at me, inches away I could feel his alcohol filled breath on my face. I think he was quite confused by my actions but didn't protest. He moved my hair behind my left ear as it was falling on his face.

"Wha-"

"Shhh kiss me!" Before he could speak I placed a finger on his full lips only to move it seconds later to kiss him again. The kisses turned into a full blown make out session, making me hungry for more. My hands were exploring his body until one settled between his legs, feeling the hardness which turned me on even more. I was eager, needy and pathetic. I knew that but didn’t care. I just wanted to feel him and forget, forget my existence and to be sucked in pleasure by the man I loved the most.

A moan left my lips as I felt his fingers underneath my panties, feeling my already wet and pulsating core.

“God, I love that sound!” He whispered as he moved my hair and buried his lips in the crook of my neck, knowing damn well it will drive me mad.

And it did. My patience was running out as I took his face by the chin forcing him to look at me. His eyes were like two green emeralds shinning in the darkness studying each line of my face.

"Will you make me cum, Dean?" I whined. "I." I positioned myself on his dick as I slowly started to rub myself against his hard dick. "Really." Each word that left my sinful lips was a thrust.

"Want."

"To." .

"Cum."

I could see Dean slowly losing himself in me. Everything I did he liked, but telling him what to do he liked the most and praising him made him lose his damn mind.

"Can you do that, please Dean?" I asked him before kissing and biting his lower lip. I loved biting every inch of him, leaving my marks but making his lips sore and sensitive was my favorite.

"I-I can do that." His whispers became heavier as I kneeled between his legs and took off his boxers and I positioned myself on him. I didn't sit just yet, his tip was touching my entrance making him grow impatient and needy for me just the way I liked it. I leaned in and kissed his neck whispering how good he is.

"What do you want me to do?" I asked him inches away from his face.

"I want you to sit on me." He barely managed to say.

"Beg me! I wanna hear it!" I demanded. The only thing better than Dean's moans was him begging me to satisfy him. I enjoyed seeing him in that state, all hot and bothered being desperate, especially since he had such a strong presence as a person. It turned me on knowing no one can make Dean plead and boss him around, besides me.

"Please, (Y/N)! I'm going insane, do something!"

"Oh really?" I teased with a smirk on my face, while rubbing myself on his tip a little bit more. God, he was hot.

"Ye-yes please!"

"God, I love when you beg!"

I slowly sat down while my hand was holding his dick, feeling just how big he was. He was stretching me as I moaned feeling a wave of pleasure going through my whole body. I could never get tired of that. I loved feeling him inside of me.

"Fuck!" He moaned.

"Do I feel good?" I bit my lower lip as I slowly started to move up and down establishing a pace. "Do you like when I'm riding you?"

"Yes, I do!" He said holding on to my hipbones as my pace became faster. I desperately wanted to cum. I needed it.

"You feel so good Dean. Fuck!"

I was feeling every inch of him inside me, it was euphoric, intense and I could feel my orgasm approaching. I was slowly starting to lose it completely. I leaned in and kissed him, biting his lip again as he took my head with his hands forcing me to look at him. We stayed like that inches away breathing each other and moaning each other's names over and over again.

"I love you!"

"I love you too!" He said it back.

I couldn't help but smile. The feelings this man made me feel...No human has ever made me feel. I trusted him with my life and loved him more than anything else in this world. He was my person.

I was getting closer to coming undone and completely falling apart. I saw the same in him.

Without saying anything I took his thumb and put it in my mouth as I started rubbing myself on his bare skin while riding him. He loved when I sucked his fingers and I wanted him to be satisfied too.

"You are crazy (Y/N)!" He said as he took out his thumb and kissed me hungerly practically wanting to devour me whole. We both moaned into the kiss before it hit me.

"I'm close." I managed to say. My pace was fast and steady. He was hitting just the right spots.

"Me too."

I could feel it. My whole body shaking, his name never leaving my lips as I balanced myself on his legs with my hands, back slightly arched. I came all over him.

I didn't want to end there. I wanted him to cum too. So, I didn't stop moving, not until he came too. He dig his fingers in my flesh even harder as his orgasm came and was as intense as mine. Since I was on the pill I didn't mind him filling me up every now and then, I actually quite enjoyed it.

When we both came down from our highs a little bit, I collapsed right next to him.

"What was that?" Dean asked me trying to catch his breath.

"That was I was sad and I wanted to fuck the sadness away."

He turned on his side and placed an innocent kiss on my shoulder. "Why?"

"Why what?" I asked looking at him. He was so beautiful...

"Why were you sad?"

"I have my weak moments." I wasn't much of a talker sometimes, especially when it came to my feelings. Sometimes I felt like I blocked that vulnerable part of me. I trusted him, but I didn't trust myself talking about my demons. Turning them into words would make them real and I didn't want that. Usually, I would just sleep it off.

It was his time to take control and take care of me. "Spill it!"

"I just get overwhelmed sometimes. I feel like drowning in my own thoughts for no God damn reason. And I don’t even know why I was sad. It just hit me like a brick."

"I get it. You do know you can talk to me about that, right? You don't have to keep quiet, whatever it is."

"I know. Well I'm not sad anymore so that's a plus."

"I love you (Y/N)!" He smiled.

"Forever and always Dean!"

I laid on his chest as he played with my hair in silence.

Like I said, he was all I needed. His presence, his scent, his soul...

My soul was lost without his.

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welikeimagines-andfandoms · 3 months

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Kinktober Day 21: Panties- Dean Winchester

Summary: You have fun with the camera your boyfriend Dean gets you for your birthday

Word count: 1, 562

A life of hunting, even if it is with people you love, can be difficult, so when you have a chance to actually properly celebrate, it is a blessing. Usually ‘celebrating’ consists of getting beers at home or at a bar, but this was finally a proper celebration.

You weren’t expecting much for your birthday but the boys believed you deserved something nice. Most people would look at your birthday celebration as just a normal dinner and nothing special, but with the life you live and the fact you’re not a fancy person, it was perfect.

Dean, Sam, Castiel, Jack and yourself had found a perfect little bench right by a public barbecue at the lake. Your boyfriend Dean had driven you out here, and when you arrived the other three men had set up balloons and cake, it was absolutely perfect.

“This one is from Jack and myself.” Cas announced as he handed you your first present.

Unwrapping the colourful paper you find a shoe box. Within the shoe box is a brand new pair of combat boots, nice quality black leather, about mid shin length and good sturdy laces. You can always trust the angels to get you the perfect practical gifts.

“Thank you, boys. I’ve been needing some new hunting boots. You’re both so thoughtful.” You thank your two sweet angel friends.

“Mine next.” Announced Sam from the spot next to you.

Sams present was a little box wrapped with a pretty lavender ribbon. Opening the box you find a very sweet pair of stud earrings, shaped like twinkling stars.

“I know you get bummed that you can’t wear your cooler earrings when we go on hunts so I found some studs that still looked fun.” The younger sibling brightly explained.

“Thank you, Sammy, they’re perfect.” You genuinely thanked him as you gave him a hug.

“Saving the best for last. Here’s mine, princess.” Your lovely boyfriend announced as he handed you his present with a kiss to your forehead, taking his place beside you.

Unwrapped the paper you open it to find the box of a Polaroid camera. Your face lit up at seeing the present, but probably not for the reason the other men thought however.

You and Dean had spoken of getting a Polaroid camera so that you could have sexy photos of one another, it being a fantasy of both of yours for quite some time.

“Aaaaww, thank you, baby.” You thanked Dean as you gave him a sweet kiss, the not so innocent reasoning behind the gift remaining unknown to the others.

*****

Arriving back to your shared room in the bunker, Dean was quick to push you against the wall, his mouth attacking yours in a heated kiss.

“We gonna use that present you got me, baby?” You ask him breathlessly as he begins kissing and nipping your neck.

“Yeh we are.” He tells you, looking into your eyes heatedly, your noses now touching.

“But there is a bit of a part two to that gift.” Dean winks at you, pushing himself away from your body and towards the desk.

Opening one of the draws he pulls out a little box. Excitedly you snatch the present out of Deans hands from your spot now on the bed, your excited reaction making him chuckle.

Quickly tearing away at the paper and throwing the lid off the box reveals to you about a dozen brightly coloured panties. Looking at the sizes you chuckle to yourself.

“Baby, I really appreciate this gift but this is not my size.” You tell him with a smile, your head raising to meet his eyes.

Expecting a disappointed look from him, but your surprise you are met with a mischievous grin.

“I know that, sexy, but they’re not for you to wear, they’re for me. I know that’s something you’ve said you wanted to try before and I’m more than happy to comply.” He smirks at you, taking the box from your hand.

Looking at him with lust in your eyes you also begin to smirk as he makes his way to the bathroom to change.

“Wait!” You call out before he can close the door, other ideas you’d brought up now running through your mind.

“Can we also do the other things I brought up too?” You asked, now a little nervous.

Deans smirk widens, knowing exactly what you’re talking about.

“You can do anything you want to me when I come out of this bathroom, birthday girl.” He reassures you, cradling the back of your head as he leans down and kisses you passionately.

Your moan of protest makes Dean chuckle as he breaks the kiss to change into your secret gift.

Once emerging from the bathroom in the hot pink pair of panties, your jaw drops and you can feel your pussy begin to quake.

“Oh fuck, baby, this is the best gift ever.” You growl out, roughly grabbing his hair before dragging him down to a heated and almost violent kiss.

The kiss was all tongue and teeth as your grip on his hair tightens. Your hand makes its way down to his lace covered cock where your nails lightly drag his already throbbing head.

“Oh fuck.” He lightly gasps out as you break the kiss, your grip on his hair forcing his head back.

“Be a good boy and put your hands on the desk for me, push your ass out and spread those pretty legs of yours.” You growl your order directly into his ear.

“Yes, mistress.” He blissfully sighs out as he follows your orders.

You and Dean have never done anything like this before, although you’ve both discussed it. Hearing him call you ‘mistress’ for the first time makes your pussy throb even more as you can feel yourself getting wetter and wetter.

For a moment you just stare and appreciate the view before you, your muscular handsome hunter boyfriend before you, in nothing but a bright pink lacy pair of panties with his ass sticking out. He looked absolutely gorgeous and he was all yours.

Grabbing the camera you begin to take shots of the beautiful sight before you.

“Are you gonna just take pictures or are you gonna touch me, baby?” Dean asks cheekily, wiggling his ass at you.

The look on your face turns from a grin to a dangerous glare, if Dean could see you he probably wouldn’t be chuckling like he is. Unexpectedly your hand harshly comes down on his ass, causing him the jump forward with a grunt. Standing directly behind him so your pussy is pushing into his lace covered ass, you have one hand digging into his hip as the other roughly tugs at his hair, harshly pulling him up.

“Listen here, baby boy. You are gonna be a good boy and take what mistress gives you, do you understand?” You growl into his ear.

Only receiving a head nod, your hand harshly comes back down onto his ass again.

“Use your words. Don’t make me ask you again.” You punctuate your point with another harsh pull of his short hair.

“Aaahh. I understand, mistress! I’m sorry, mistress.” Dean submissively calls out.

You’d worried that Dean wouldn’t like this kink, but by the way his hips are pushing forward for any feel of friction and the breathlessness of his voice, you knew you were wrong. Dean let’s out a huff as you drop his head back down to the desk.

“You be a good boy for your mistress and she might reward you.” You whisper deeply by his ear as your hand comes down to his cock, the tips of your fingers dancing over his already bouncing cock, teasing him.

“Yes, Mistress. I’ll be a good boy.” He pants out, rutting his hips into your hand to try to get more friction.

“Well good boys don’t try to get pleasure without permission. Guess I’ll have to pink up your pretty ass as punishment. Make your ass all pretty to take pictures of, huh baby?” You taunt him as your hand comes down to spank him once again.

“You’re so pretty like this, quaking and begging like a little slut. God theses photos of you like this are gonna be so pretty.” You continue to tease him.

Biting his ear harshly, you push yourself off of him to stand beside him. With one hand on his lower back, the other begins to rub his ass cheeks.

“You ready to take your punishment, baby boy? Ready to count for me?” You ask the quaking hunter before you.

“Yes, mistress.” He moans out into his forearms.

Quickly nodding at his response, your hand harshly comes down onto his ass, a loud slapping noise filling the room.

“One!” He shouts out, taking his punishment like he was made for it.

By the time he weakly moans out ‘ten’ he was a sweaty, red and quaking mess. You circle him slightly as you begin to admire your work.

“Now I think you’re ready for your photos, baby boy. Took your punishment so well. Give mistress a kiss and she’ll take your photo.” You say sweetly to him as you bend in front of his face.

Smiling dumbly at you he returns your sweet kiss, his face nuzzling into your hand as he prepares for his photo to be taken.

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ambersgems · 1 year

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Bonded - Part 2 - Dean Winchester x Reader

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

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

Word Count: 2K

Part 1

Dean’s POV

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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deans-queen · 2 months

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One Night Stand 💋

Characters: Jensen Ackles x Reader (Y/N) -> mostly told in Reader’s P.O.V

Plot: Reader (Y/N) attends her very first Supernatural convention and she captures the attention of Jensen.

Important Author's Note: Jensen is single in this story.

My best friend helped me write this so credit goes to her as well

Warnings: SMUT, p in v (wrap it up kids), oral (male receiving), skinny dipping, hookups, mature and sexual language, age gap (Jensen is 45, Reader is 25) (both age appropriate)

Readers P.O.V

Finally today is the day. The day I have been dreaming about my whole life, ever since I started watching the show when I was a kid.

I am going to my first Supernatural convention. Most of the cast will be there but most importantly Jensen Ackles. He’s been my celebrity crush for like EVER! I’m nervous but excited, I have butterflies fluttering in my stomach. I really want to impress him, especially because I have a meet and greet with him afterwards. I have to make sure I look hot!

My hair and makeup were on point, so I decided to pick out my “Dean Winchester Tee” along with some shorts, and my Doc Martin boots to wear.

When I got there I sat right in the front row. I was so giddy.

Then all of a sudden, screaming and clapping filled the room as Jensen, Jared and Misha walked onto the stage. They each sat in chairs in the middle of the stage.

My heart was pounding in my ears.

They welcomed everyone and began answering questions. I got up the courage to ask Jensen a question, which he politely answered. I noticed that when he first saw me, he was staring into my soul.

After he answered my question, he winked at me. I couldn't help but bite my lip and blush.

After the Q&A part was over, Jared, Jensen and Misha went into a separate area for meet and greets. I casually walked over to where Jensen was and patiently waited my turn.

When I walked up to him, and he looked at me it was like the world stopped.

“Hi Jensen.” I said while blushing

“Hey there, sweetheart. Love the shirt” He said, winking at me. “Remind me again of your name?”

“I’m Y/N.”

“Right, such a beautiful name for a beautiful girl. How are you darlin’?” He reached in and gave me a hug. He smelled so good, like whisky and cologne.

“I’m doing well, now that I’m meeting you.” I said, flirtingly

He definitely caught on to it.

We talked a little more and got to know each other. We took a picture together, and while he did that instead of placing his arm around my waist, he put it on my ass. Which I did not oblige.

Then as I was about to leave, he leaned in and whispered in my ear “Meet me later for a drink?”

I looked at him, and it took me a moment to answer.

Oh my god, my celebrity crush just asked me out.

Finally I said “Sure, just let me freshen up.”

“Perfect, come back here at 7:00.”

“Okay…” I said softly.

Later that night

I got freshened up and met Jensen in front of the exact place where the convention was held. I touched up my hair and makeup and I decided to wear a sexy red dress with some black high heels.

I looked around wondering where he was and then he appeared in front of me.

Damn he looked hot as hell.

He was wearing a button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, jeans and some boots.

We walked towards each other and I couldn’t help but notice that his eyes were running up and down my body.

“Wow….” He said, biting his lip, “You look absolutely sexy.”

“Thank you.” I said, while blushing.

Then we headed to the bar.

Once we got there, we sat at a booth in the corner of the room so no one would recognize him. We spent the night talking but mostly flirting.

“Well you're definitely not like other girls I’ve met before.”

“Why’s that?” I asked curiously

“For starters you’re sexy as hell. And you're also very real and down to earth. I like that in a woman.”

“To be honest, I never thought in my wildest dreams that you would be interested in someone like me.”

“All the women in Hollywood are fake as hell, but not you….you’re different.”

Then all of a sudden, his eyes were looking at my lips and back at me again. He leaned in closer to me, I leaned in back and our lips collided. It felt like fireworks were going off around us.

“Let’s get out of here, baby.” He whispered in my ear.

He drove us back to the hotel he was staying at. Once we got there, I could feel the butterflies in my tummy. Just thinking about the fact that he’s going to rip my clothes off is making me wet. We get to his room and we both lay down on the bed facing one another. He looks at me with a smirk on his face and says “You’re so sexy.” I smiled and kissed his cheek. He said, “Get on top of me.”

So I did and we instantly started kissing and rubbing on one another, with his strong hands gripping my ass. He then proceeded to take off my dress and unhook my bra. I eagerly ripped off his shirt. I was admired by his strong chest, perfectly chiseled abs, and muscular arms.

“You like what you see baby?”

I bit my lip and nodded my head.

“Then come and get it, gorgeous.”

And so I didn't even hesitate, I started sucking on his neck, kissing him down to his v-Line. He smirked and said “Don’t stop baby” I then proceeded to pull off his pants and his underwear. The room was starting to get hot and I was extremely turned on and wet. His dick was super hard. I couldn't help myself but play with it and suck the life out of him. He was moaning and yanking my hair telling me “Don't stop, oh yes! Just like that baby!” Then he told me to get on my hands and knees (all 4s; doggy style) so I did. He spanked my ass which caused me to yelp but I didn't mind. I liked it alot. He slowly rubbed his dick on my clit and then slowly put it in. We both moaned. I instantly knew I was going to cum in a matter of seconds. He started thrusting really fast while grabbing onto my ass and yanking my hair. I kept screaming his name while he was moaning. In a matter of minutes he ended up cuming all over my ass and said “This was the best sex I’ve ever had.” And honestly he didn't lie, it was the best I’ve ever had too.

After we got done cleaning up, I decided that I would spend the night and just leave in the morning. I was so happy and my adrenaline was through the roof. I couldn’t believe my fantasy with Jensen came true. We decided to end the night by going skinny dipping in the hotel pool.

Thankfully it was around 2am and the pool was completely empty so we had it to ourselves. We didn’t wait long and we both put our feet in together. We realized that the pool was absolutely freezing so we decided to go into the hot tub instead. One we hopped in the water was perfectly warm. Jensen swam in front of me while wrapping his arms around my waist and whispered in my ear and said “ Wanna go for round two?” while smirking.

I said, “Absolutely.”

I hopped right on and instantly his dick slid inside me. We both moaned in one another’s mouth as I started bouncing up and down making waves in the hot tub. We both held onto one another thrusting in each other.

Jensen said “I’m about to cum baby!” He quickly hopped out of the hot tub sitting on the edge. I instantly started sucking on his big dick, he kept telling me he was about to cum so I went crazy. I was doing all of my amazing tongue work when suddenly I felt this warm sensation in my mouth I swallowed as if it were ice cream.

“Oh fuck!!” he yelled.

I was so turned on by everything that had happened I didn’t want it to end. We ended up cleaning up, drying off with our towels and went back to his room.

We took a nice steamy shower together, kissing one another, washing each other and having deep conversations about life. I was so enamored. We finally ended the night by cuddling, watching movies and eventually falling asleep.

Authors Note:

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Okay because i put my thoughts in the tags the first time heres some of my spn au thoughts

Also disclaimer i am changing the supernatural story so dont get mad at me for not including things or changing things you like this is my house and i write the au <3

Characters: Dean -> Mav, Cas -> Ice, Sam -> Slider, John Winchester-> Duke Mitchell, Mary Winchester -> Slider’s mom (her name is also Mary in my Slider lore so), Bobby -> Viper, Ash -> Goose, Ellen -> Carole, Jo -> Bradley (he’s like a teen in this but don’t worry theres no Jo and Dean content 🤮 thats his godson)

-slider and mav aren’t actually related, they were both 6 (mav older by a few months) when their parents got married, duke was a widower and mary was never married

-Getting this out of the way although i love the chevy impala i am a truck freak so mav drives his dads black 1990 toyota sr5 with an extended cab

Backstory: -viper and duke were both navy pilots now “hunting buddies”, they took mav and slider out hunting occasionally but whenever they went on long “hunting trips” they left slider and mav at home, that’s because these hunting trips were monster hunting trips

-the same thing that happens to sam and deans mom happens to mav and sliders mom but when they’re both around the age of 10, since they’re older and not stupid they have a lot of questions that duke can’t just bullshit answers to so he tells them about monsters and what he thinks took their mom (because he doesn’t actually know at this point)

-since they no longer have a house they stay at vipers or go on the road with duke

-once they both start high school slider wants to stop hunting and stay with viper to focus on school, his relationship with duke gets weird after that because duke wants him to keep hunting to find what killed his mom but slider wants to do well in school to make his mom proud, they come to an agreement where slider stays with viper but once a month he has to come hunting

-slider leaves for university (idk what hes studying), mav graduates but stays with duke, he starts hunting on his own

Now time: -This au starts in 2005 like the show

-duke picks up a lead on the thing that killed mary but is super vague about it when telling viper and doesn’t tell mav anything, he says he’ll be gone for a week but a week and a half later theres no word from him, viper refuses to go after him because “he’s gonna get himself killed” and “ive been telling him to let it go for years” but mav still has to go look for him

-mav finds slider and this basically carries out exactly how it does in the show, he agrees to help for one day, when he gets back his gf is dead, agrees to ditch school 😎 to come help look for duke

story wise thats all i've got so far, i want ice to come into the story a lot sooner than cas does in the show and i dont remember when ash, ellen and jo come in but i want them to come in sooner too. hopefully ill actually work on this more but i hope you guys enjoy

Character descriptions:

Mav: -has the classic dean necklace given to him by slider

-dresses basically the same as 86 movie mav but with flannel 😎

-does wear his cowboy boots but he’s normally wearing work boots

-eyebrow scar eyebrow scar eyebrow scar!!!

Slider: -wears his mother’s wedding ring on a necklace, duke gave it to him after she died

-dresses like early season sam, carhartt jacket, hoodies, tshirts and baggy jeans

-silver eyebrow piercing 😎

Ice: -exactly the same as cas but with a dark grey trench coat

-his eyes always glow a little, not enough that its noticeable unless its in the dark

-has a grey hoodie and black jeans for when he needs to look a little less “formal”

Goose: -has a mullet its a key part of ash’s character so

-just think mater from cars personified mixed with goose idk

Carole: -dresses exactly like ellen

-her classic curly meg ryan hair stays tho

bradley: -just a mini goose

Duke and Viper: -they look pretty much the same, just some dad with a mustache and flannel

-only difference is duke always wears his wedding ring

#cals spn au #top gun

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marvelwitchergilmore · 2 years

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Saying “I Love You.”

Summary: Dean Winchesters x Fe!Reader ~ The four times Dean Winchester said “I love you.” and the one time you meant it as something more.

FLUFF! FLUFF! FLUFF! (mentions of periods, kissing, falling in love and like, one swear word)

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The first time Dean Winchester told you he loved you, it was when he got back from Hell. Not straight away, though. It had been after a werewolf hunt. It had been pretty simple for this kind of hunt.

Sam was still inside the motel room, fast asleep. You knew Dean hadn’t been sleeping much since he got back, waking up with terror in his eyes. More than usual.

The morning had been cold, the icy mist and fog slowly settling across the fields across from them. The motel they found was in the middle of nowhere. Much like the pack had been.

Dean looked back, hearing the motel door open and close. You stepped out, your body wrapped in a pair of jeans, a long henley - one that, let’s be honest, probably belonged to one of the boys - a flannel (also their’s) and a thick woolen jumper along with a pair of boots on your feet.

“Hey,” you smiled. Your voice was quiet. The first word of the day.

Dean smiled seeing your hair, slightly messy from sleep. Your face was slowly growing in colour and your eyes were still showing tiredness.

“Hey,” Dean said back.

He was leaning against the Impala, watching the fog and mist across the grass, a cup of coffee in his hand. Dean didn’t really know how long he’d been up, but it was long enough for his coffee to be colder than it should have been.

“You weren’t in bed.”

You and Dean had shared a bed that night. Like every night. You had been hunting with him since Sam left for college. It was both your own solo hunt and Dean’s. You worked it together. You stuck together after that.

Neither of you really could remember why or how you both decided to stick together but it was better together than alone, so that was something.

Dean seemed to dodge the statement all together, reaching round behind him. “I got you coffee. It’s probably cold by now but-”

“Thank you,” you smiled. “I love it.”

Dean smiled back before taking a drink and looking back to the fog.

“You can talk to me, you know. I won’t tell Sam if you really don’t want me to.”

You could see the look in his eyes. Distant. Lost.

“Dean?”

You placed a gentle hand on his upper arm, and that was when he looked at you.

“I love you.” Dean blurted out, looking at you. No, not looking at you. Looking into you. Like his entire head was talking to you through telekenisis, letting you know about everything he wished he could say outloud.

“Not in the “I’m-madly-in-love-with-you.” way, so, you don’t have to look so worried.” Dean said with a small laugh. “I just...you’re my family. You and Sam. And, I love you.”

You gave him a light smile. He’d tell you when he’s ready.

“I love you, too.”

You placed a long kiss to his cheek before landing back on your feet.

“Next time you wanna leave in the middle of the night, at least leave me a blanket. You are my designated human heater.” You joked, finding a smile spread on Dean’s face.

“Sure.”

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The second time Dean Winchester told you he loved you was during a hunt. It was just a quick one. One that was so flippant that you didn’t even realise either of you had said it until Sam brought it up later that night while Dean was at a bar and you were left with Sam in the motel room.

You were, once again, pretending to be FBI agents. You were interviewing a couple of suspects and speaking to local police when you were given a lead. You would call Sam and search it out together whilst Dean stayed back at the Police Department so check out a few more things.

“Just, be careful?” Dean had asked you before you left the station.

You smiled and gave a nod. “I will.”

“Okay. I love you.”

“Love you, too.”

Other people who had heard around the station just gathered you were partners in both work and life so didn’t really question it. Sam, however...this had been the first time he’d heard it.

“So, what was all that about earlier?”

“What was all what?” You asked, your eyes not leaving the case files in front of you.

You had found Dean a few hours ago still at the sation in the back. The lead Detective, when you walked in, pointed you to the room.

“He’s been in there since you left.”

“Thanks.”

You walked in slowly. Dean was sat at a small desk, his tie off, his top buttons undone and his hair a little messy but in an attractive way. Not that you would tell him that. It would probably only boost his ego.

You had to basically drag him to the bar.

The last couple of weeks, Dean had been getting too far into the work. Hell, Sam was beginning to spend more and more time at a bar than researching. And his time at being at both hadn’t changed.

“All that before. The...I love you.” Sam smiled.

You thought back. “Oh. Oh, yeah. It’s just...what we said. We’re family. It’s normal.”

Sam gave a smirk. “The only time Dean has ever told me he loves me, to my face, in actual human words is when one of us is dying.”

You looked up to Sam across the room and smiled. “Well, maybe it’s about time we said ‘I love you’ without any of us dying. Sam, he didn’t mean nothing by it. Not in the way you’re thinking.”

Sam smiled. “I- I’m not thinking anything.”

“Yes, you are. And you can stop. We’re good friends, Sam. You and Dean...you’re my family.”

“Alright.”

“Stop.”

Sam couldn’t hide his smile. “Okay, okay. But, just tell me one thing?”

“What?” you asked.

“Will you make Cas wear a dress as Maid-of-Honour?”

You rolled your eyes and threw one of the library books at Sam’s head.

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The third time Dean Winchester said ‘I love you’ was in the afternoon not long after they found the Bunker.

Sam had gone on a run, Charlie was sat at the table typing away in her own little world and Dean was out on a beer run.

And yourself, you were stood in the kitchen cooking the first decent meal you’d all had in a long, long time.

“Hey!” Dean caught Charlie’s attention before he threw her a bag of chips.

“Oh, my god, you found them?!” Charlie smiled.

“Last in the store. You’re welcome. And for the chef for the evening,” Dean pulled out a bottle of orange soda. One they hadn’t sold in years. Not anywhere outside of your home town, anyway.

You smiled and took the bottle from him. “Aw-ww. Thank you. I can’t believe you found this.”

“Yeah, apparently they changed manufacturer a few years ago.”

“Well, thank you.” You jumped up and kissed his cheek before remembering you had something for him.

“Pie? You- You baked me a pie?” Dean asked as you lifted it from the counter.

“One fresh cherry pie. Just for you.”

“Just for-” Dean looked from the pie to you with a wide smile before he pulled you in for a tight hug. “Have I ever told you how much I love you? Because I do. So much. I love you, so, so much.”

You smiled and let out a laugh.

“Hey, I helped!” Charlie called out from the table before she scrambled out from the bench and over to both of you, joining the hug.

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The fourth time Dean Winchester told you he loved you, it had been much like second. It was just flippant. Said casually as if it came off his lips and tounge every single day. And, let’s be honest, it did.

He might not have said the words ‘I love you’, but he said them in other ways. In the ways he made you coffee in the morning. How, after a night of drinking, you didn’t even open your eyes as you walked into the kitchen and grabbed what you thought had been a coffee pot.

“Why does my coffee taste of apples?”

Dean was soon beside you. “That’s because it’s apple juice.” He took the cup from your hand and placed his own coffee mug in it’s place. “Here.” Dean had a soft smile on his lips as he watched you drink your coffee and visablely relax and leant against his chest as he stood beside you.

“Can you make the world stop spinning?”

“I would if I could, sweetheart.” Dean smiled.

It was in the ways he cleaned your guns when you got back from a hunt whilst you patched up Sam, not trusting the long-haired-moose to do it properly.

He said ‘I love you’ in the way he would let you hold his hand, make him sit down, and patch him up after you got back from a hunt and his mind had been elsewhere the entire time. It was in the ways he would cover you up late at night or how he’d walk you to bed and make sure you didn’t crash out in the hallway.

Dean Winchester said ‘I love you’ in the way that he would tell you what was going on in his head when you asked, whether that be verbally or silently with just one look. It was in the way he would look at you when you told him something or gave him something he needed when even he didn’t know he was in need of it.

You both knew each other like the back of your hand. And nothing would ever change that.

The fourth time Dean Winchester said the words ‘I love you’ was early one morning. You had been awake for about 20 minutes and he was going out on a quick store run.

“You need anything?” Dean asked you.

You looked around when suddenly, the two things you were looking for appeared in front of your face.

“Thanks.”

Dean smiled and nodded. You wrote him a list of items you needed, adding sanitary pads as the bottom of the list.

“Ooh, already?” Dean asked. He knew how painful your periods could get. There had been many times he’d washed your sheets whilst you got cleaned up in the bathroom.

He was a hunter. He’d seen a lot worse than monthly blood spilled onto sheets.

Those were the words he’d told you when you panicked and came back out of the bathroom and found him stripping your bed of your bloodied sheets.

You hummed in response.

“Okay.” Dean nodded. “You want me to pick you up some of that chocolate you like?”

“And potato chips!” You called out from where you had your head buried in your arms that lay folded on the table.

Dean nodded. “And potato chips. Okay. I’ll be back in 40 minutes. I love you.” Dean quickly kissed the top, his hands gently squeezing the top of your arms.

You mumbled back a response; “I love you, too.” but you were 30 seconds from falling asleep again.

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Finally, the fifth time Dean Winchester told you he loved you...it was also the first. The first time he said those words in a way unlike any other he had before. It was the first time he said those three little words that had such a bigger impact than you throught they would have.

Everything seemed to change a few months ago. One day everything had been fine, normal, familiar. And then...it all changed. It was like everytime Dean wanted and went to say those three little words, he couldn’t. He’d say nothing and just hug you or oddly nod before leaving the room as quick as he could.

Usually it was the latter.

You had thought over and over again about what could have happened, what could have been said but you couldn’t.

You had been in pain. Both from cramps and from the fact you got thrown backwards at warp-speed into a barn door not more than a few hours before hand.

“You okay? You need anything?” Dean asked as he walked into the library where he found you leaning against the table, your head down and eyes squeezed as tight as your hands were wrapped around the edge of the wooden table.

You hummed tightly and shook your head.

Dean waited a few moments, knowing the pain would pass just enough for you to be able to move.

“Okay, come on. You got your hot water bottle?”

You nodded. “In my room.”

“Then you go and get settled and I will make you some of that witch-tea that Rowena brought the last time she was here.”

You gave a small laugh. “It’s just ginger tea, Dean. It’s not a magical potion - although it does feel like it is sometimes.”

Dean nodded slightly. “Maybe so, but when it comes from her, I will always be a little skeptical.”

That night, Dean fell asleep beside you, you cuddled into him as you both sat and watched old reruns of Scooby-Doo. Dean seemed to remember everything that happened from the episodes, even if he hadn’t seen them in 20 years.

That morning, Dean went missing and you eventually found him cleaning Baby in the garage towards midnight. He’d been out driving all day.

But you were about to get the answers you had been waiting for. The answers to why Dean had been avoiding you and trying to keep you at arms length.

It was late at night and Dean had been acting weird all day. It was like he wanted to be close to you but at the same time, run for the hills. And it was killing you. You just wanted to hold him. Hug him. Kiss him. Do something just to make him stand in the same room with you for more than 30 seconds.

Sam had gone to bed a couple of hours ago and Cas was on a ‘weekend get-away’. Something you and Sam had booked for him a few months ago. He needed a break from Angel business and hunting business. The retreat was warded against most supernatural beings and just enough so that Angels couldn’t use their powers. Niether could demons. It was a place of relaxation for all supernatural beings.

You were sat in the kitchen reading through some old case files that Garth had sent through. A couple of suspicious things had been happening two towns over. It might be nothing, but it was worth a look. You were finishing up on background research.

Standing, you walked over towards the stove and began making a cup of tea when you felt a presence stood by the door.

Dean.

“Hey, can-” Dean paused for a moment. “Can we talk?”

You wanted to yell yes. God, you’d love nothing more.

“Sure.”

Slowly, Dean walked inside as if he was waiting for the floor to open up beneath him. Every step just...please don’t break beneath me, you are the only thing holding me in an upright position right now.

“What’s up?” You asked, walking back over to the table, only, Dean intercepted you. Dean stood in front of you and eventually leanted against the edge of the table.

“Dean, I love that you want to talk to me but I thought this might involve actual words.” You said light-heartedly. “Dean? Hey, is everything-”

“I love you.” Dean blurted out, but the moment he did, his eyes went wide with panic.

“That’s what you wanted to tell me?” You smiled. “I love you, too.”

“No. No, I mean- I love you.”

You furrowed your eyebrows and tilted your head. It was like he wanted it to sound different but it didn’t.

“Dean? Wait. Hold on. You haven’t done something reckless have you?” You quickly placed down your hot cup of tea on the side and stood back in front of him with your hands on your hips. “Because I swear to god, if you have-”

“What? No. No. I haven’t done anything reckless. Or stupid. Or any other adjective you want to use. No. I just...God, I didn’t think this was the way it would go.”

“What would go?”

“Me...opening up...like this. What else am I supposed to say?”

You let a small laugh escape from your lips. “Say about what, Dean?”

“That I love you. That I’m in love with you. And not in a cool way, like, at all. I’m talking the ending of When Harry Met Sally; the whole you want the rest of your life to start right away speech.”

You didn’t know what to say. For one, he’d referenced a movie that he said he’d never watched - although you both had watched it together about two years ago and Dean knew most of the lines- for two, he was in love with you.

“Son of a bitch.” Dean spoke under his breath as he looked to his hands. “I knew I shouldn’t have said anything. Let’s just- can we forget this ever happened? Yeah, let’s just do that-”

Dean went to stand up but with a firm hand you pushed him back down to sit against the edge of the table.

“This is why you’ve been so weird the last couple of months?” You wasn’t really looking him in the eyes as you spoke, but once you finished, it was like Dean could feel your stear piercing his soul.

“What?” Dean asked. “Wait. I tell you I’m in love with you and that’s your recation? You could seem less offended.”

“No. No. I’m not...I’m just...when?”

“When?”

You nodded. “When?”

Dean straightened up, his hands relaxed in his lap. “Four months ago.”

You stood back and folded your arms. “Four months?”

“You called me a nerd before you fell asleep and told me you wouldn’t have me any other way. But four months ago, I just realised that I was. I was long gone before that.”

You knew something about that.

About a year ago, you had a freak out and you didn’t know why. Just woke up one day, Dean had cooked you breakfast and made your eggs exactly how you liked them - unlike Sam who, god love him for a tryer, just couldn’t get them right.

But, you being you, had taken it out on the case, freaking out of over the littlest things until Dean took you by the shoulders and made sure you were looking at him when he talked before he pulled you in for a hug.

That was when you knew you were a gonner.

He knew everything about you and it took you more than a decade to realise that you were completely in love with the legendary hunter, Dean freakin’ Winchester.

“You’re in love with me.” You said it as a statement whe you began walking backwards until you were finally leaning against the silver kitchen island. “You’re in love with me?”

Dean knew you well enough to know that this wasn’t a rejection. This was pure confusion and fear. But, to be honest, he’d been weird with you the last couple of months and then, close to midnight, had confessed his undying love for you.

You looked across at him. “This isn’t some cruel joke, right? You’re still you? I know this place is warded within an inch of its cement but...”

Dean was now in front of you and reached behind you for a container of salt and the small jar of holy water. He poured them both over his hand and then pulled out his silver blade.

It was him, alright.

“Look, you don’t have to say anything. You don’t even have to look at me but with how our lived have been in the last 20 years, I guessed I better say something sooner before we were hit with yet another life-threatening-world-altering threat.”

You nodded, rubbing your face before looking up to him. “Yeah, that’s probably a good idea. I’m in love with you, too.”

“You don’t have to just say it to make this less awkward.”

“I’m not. I’m in love with you. You remember my freak out last year? That was when I realised-”

“Y/N, you don’t have to-”

But Dean was unable to finish the sentence because less than a second later, your lips were on his. You could feel his entire body go stiff until he realised what was happening.

And after he did, it felt kinda...normal. Familiar, even. Like this was how it was always meant to be.

Just you and him. Together. Like this.

His hands came to both your face and your lower back pulling you in further to him as your hands went from his flannel shirt to his neck.

You didn’t know when you both broke the kiss, but either way, you both stood still in each other’s arms, holding one another, heads lightly against one another.

“I love you, Y/N. I’m in love with you.”

You smiled. “I’m in love you with, too, Dean Winchester.”

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Day 14: All for you

One of these days, Dean is going to break the Good Guy Code and straight-up murder the Angel.

“You can’t kill him,” Sam says wearily as he takes pieces of Dean’s body armor to pack away in its special case.

“Just watch me.”

Sam rolls his eyes, frowning as Dean hands him the chestplate. “Is this a bullet hole?”

“It’s a dent from a bullet.”

“You said it didn’t get you!”

“I said I wasn’t hurt, which is true.” Dean sits on the couch in Sam’s home office to wrestle off his combat boots. He straightens up just to get hit with bitchface #5.

“Vigilantism has no room for semantics,” Sam says, also very bitchily.

Dean grimaces. “Are we done here?”

Sam waves him off, and Dean stalks up to his room.

The old Winchester mansion shows its age in the creaky stairs, dusty corners, and windows permanently fogged over with grime.

To the rest of the world, the Winchester heirs gave up their fortune to various charities (not that their millions-bordering-on-a-billion did enough). Sam, the youngest, went to medical school to become a stand up member of society. The oldest, though, he squandered the rest they had left on extravagant vacations and lavish parties.

Dean flops down on his bed with a groan. Only three years as a vigilante, and he feels thirty years older. Sammy’s going to have to replace both his knees soon. And maybe a hip.

Maybe Sammy should just take all his bones out at this point and replace them with titanium. Dean would finally be able to keep up with the Angel, at least.

He rolls over, staring up at the mahogany ceiling of his bedroom.

The Angel blew into Lawrence a year ago, packed full of super strength and badass feathered wings, making cryptic remarks about divine plans for humanity and shit. Within a month, he got a fanclub/religious cult to follow him around and give the guy a complex the size of Niagara Falls.

Dean simply added him to his villain-of-the-week list – until the Angel blinded fifteen fishermen in the harbor. He said it was the work of “demons”, but all Dean knew was that the crew went out to sea with all their eyeballs intact and came back with 20/infinity vision.

Six months ago, the psycho escalated to setting an entire neighborhood on fire to kill an apparent “witch”.

Dean stopped him in time, but it was a close fucking call.

This year, though, the Angel abruptly changed his tune. Dean used to catch him kidnapping random civilians and the occasional assault. Now, he’s far more likely to find him rescuing cats from trees and Timmy from down the well. It makes Dean’s blood boil.

What the hell is he up to?

The question has been circling Dean’s brain for far too long.

* * *

Dean ducks out of the gala, checking his phone for police alerts.

“Mr. Winchester!”

Dean swiftly pockets his phone and turns, plastering a bland smile on his face before he sees the newcomer. “Oh, it’s you,” he says sourly.

Cas hurries up the marble stairs, dodging other departing patrons, sticking out like a sore thumb in his boxy trench coat and off-the-rack suit among all the tuxedos and designer gowns. “Do you have a comment about tonight’s fundraiser?”

Dean rolls his eyes. “Can’t you make one up?”

Cas bristles, all offended like he gets every time Dean tells him to get lost or pass off someone else’s words as Dean’s. “That would violate my journalistic integrity.”

“Dude, you cover human interest puff pieces,” Dean says scornfully. “Nobody cares.”

“I care,” Cas says, stung.

Dean crosses his arms over his chest. “For fifteen grand a plate, the shrimp was dry.” He raises an eyebrow. “Happy?”

Cas makes a face like Dean personally force fed him a dozen dry-ass shrimp. “That’s hardly a –”

“That’s all you’re getting,” Dean says sternly.

Cas – Castiel – Carpenter has been a pain in his ass since he caught up with Dean outside Dick Roman’s last New Years Eve party. He hounded Dean for a quote, following him all the way from Roman’s lobby to the street, waiting with Dean for his car to arrive. He kept asking about Roman’s plans to scrap affordable housing developments near the river in favor of luxury condos.

Dean, with a few too many drinks in his stomach, told him Roman could learn a thing or two from the Scooby Gang. Real estate scams never seem to end well in Carver City.

The Winchesters, of course, already had a plan for Roman. Top lawyers, paid through a shell company owned by a shell company based in the Caymans, were already compiling environmental impact reports, and Dean had plans to visit Roman’s penthouse and perhaps dangle him off it, if he didn’t see things Dean's way.

Cas, the sly son of a bitch, hadn’t even printed a word of their discussion, and Dean only found out Cas covered the goddamn gossip pages the next weekend as he scanned the paper for Cas’s byline at two in the morning after a late night run-in with the Angel.

“Mr. Winchester –”

“I’m a busy man,” Dean says coldly as he shoulders past Cas. “If you need to talk to me, you know my PR number.”

Cas falls back, scowling fiercely. “I know you have something to say, Dean!” he calls to his back.

“Get your clickbait somewhere else!”

Dean has places to be and ass to kick, no matter how many times Cas bats those baby blues his way.

* * *

Dean groans, since when did Crowley have the kind of funds to hire these goons? The last he heard, Crowley's mayoral campaign was hemorrhaging money, and Crowley was spending every cent on voter suppression and scare tactics to get his base to the voting booths.

Dean staggers into the storage unit warehouse, clutching a hand to his side where a lucky knife got between the plates of his body armor. He stays alert – a dozen of Crowley’s henchmen tried to take him out and failed, but that doesn’t mean another dozen aren’t waiting in the shadows.

Charlie’s algorithm traced vast amounts of Crowley’s remaining cash to holding five storage units, paying top dollar for quality and security.

Whatever the hell Crowley is keeping here, it’s valuable.

And valuable to Crowley means indispensable to anyone else.

Dean slumps towards the first locker, breathing heavily. His head pounds, and the overhead lights flare as he glances around, trying to get his bearings.

He mentally adds a concussion to his tally of injuries. Sam’s going to have his work cut out for him tonight, if Dean gets home at all.

He reaches into his toolbelt, and his fingers scramble for his set of lockpicks for too long. How the hell he’ll be able to manipulate the delicate tools – well, that’s a bridge to cross when the lock itself stops swaying in front of his eyes.

The blow from behind hits him out of nowhere.

Dean falls forward with a grunt, his ears ringing.

“The vigilante himself,” an unfamiliar voice sneers. “What an honor.”

The next hit cracks the side of Dean’s reinforced cowl, and his ears ring with the force of it. He scrabbles back to his feet, widening his stance on an instinct honed from years of practice. He’s still as wobbly as a newborn kitten, but at least he doesn’t look it.

The man wears a uniform of the warehouse staff, but there’s nothing minimum wage security guard about the way he fights hand-to-hand.

A flurry of blows rain down on Dean, his head, his neck, his chest. The body armor in his suit can only absorb so much of the impact, and Dean’s losing ground, quickly, backed up against a concrete wall.

He has one taser left, though. At his next opening, he dodges a right hook and jams the metal disk against the goon’s neck.

He spasms with a crackle of electricity, and falls to the floor to reveal –

“Fuck,” Dean swears loudly, swinging his fists up to protect his face, not that they’ll do much against superstrength.

But it takes his sluggish brain a soupy moment to realize the Angel's hands aren't raised in fists gunning for his face.

The Angel’s palms reach up to cup his cheeks, and Dean winces, squeezing his eyes shut against the harsh light that always pours out of the Angel’s eye sockets, obscuring his entire face.

“You’re injured,” the Angel murmurs in his otherworldly voice that makes Dean’s chest vibrate with an uncomfortable resonance.

“Nothin’ slips by you, does it?” Dean forces out because, even when he has nothing left, he still has his pride.

The Angel pulls back Dean's cowl, and Dean tries to push the Angel off him, but he might as well be trying to wrestle with a concrete wall. The Angel intones, “This might feel strange.”

“No…” Dean protests, and, god, if these are his last words, they sound pathetic.

“Shh, Dean,” the Angel says, and he doesn’t sound at all surprised by the sight of Dean’s face. Two fingers press against his bare forehead, and Dean jerks away instinctively, but can’t move a hair in the Angel’s firm grip.

A cool, almost rain-like sensation trickles out from the point of contact.

Dean opens his eyes.

Is the light pouring out from the Angel dimming?

Dean’s definitely seeing more clearly now, and the pounding in his head has disappeared. With mounting confusion, he watches as the Angel’s high beam eyes flicker like a bad television signal.

His face – Dean only sees a flash or two, but he would swear –

The Angel stumbles back a step, and Dean straightens, inhaling a painless lungful of air. “What the hell just happened?” he demands.

The Angel shakes his head, and his wings flicker next. They pop back into existence in the space of a blink. Like a lamp on it’s last legs, the beams of light emitting from his eyes give a few weak flares before dying out completely.

“Son of a bitch,” Dean breathes.

Cas sags against the opposite wall, his wings disappearing for good with a silent breath of air. Whatever he'd done to Dean had drained him.

“You –”

Cas stares up at him. “Me,” he agrees quietly.

“What the hell are you playing at?” Dean demands. “You’re – you’re –” He can’t say it.

Cas pushes himself to his feet, his face pallid and eyes weary. “I’m an angel of the lord.”

Dean can’t help his loud snort. “You’re still sticking with that?”

“It’s the truth.”

Dean lays a hand on his utility belt, eyeing Cas warily. He might look as threatening as a belly-up hedgehog, but experience has taught Dean that some opponents are never more dangerous than when they’re cornered.

“If you’re a real angel,” Dean says stiffly, “why are you here? Why now?”

“I was sent here to start the apocalypse,” Cas says.

Dean narrows his eyes. “You’re joking.”

“I don’t joke.”

Dean steps closer, scanning Cas for any sign of an impending fight. “You wanna give me a reason not to end you right here and now?”

But Cas stays right where he is. “Those were my orders. But when I arrived on Earth, I had my doubts.”

“It was you – the blind fishermen,” Dean says coldly, “that incident on Halloween.”

Cas nods miserably. “Mistakes, all of them.”

“I couldn’t figure out what was up with you,” Dean admits. “You went from nabbing Patty Hearst in December to landing broken planes in the river in January.”

Cas tilts his head. “Because of you.”

Dean can’t have heard that right. But as Dean lets the silence drag on, Cas doesn’t take it back or explain. Dean crosses his arms over his chest. “What the hell does that mean?”

“You showed me humanity is worth saving,” Cas says, his voice almost painfully sincere. “So I disobeyed my orders. I turned my back on Heaven. I followed in your footsteps.” He meets Dean’s stunned gaze squarely. “I did it all for you.”

“I – what?”

“You care so much for this city, for your people,” Cas continues, and Dean, torn between telling him to keep going or shut the hell up, stays silent. Cas goes on, “You regularly put yourself in harm’s way to protect them, usually from themselves. You donate enormous sums of money and manipulate an extremely complicated political machine to make sure they have safe water to drink and places to rest.”

Dean rubs the back of his neck, muttering, “Somebody’s gotta.” He jerks his head up. “Hold on, you knew it was me? The whole time?”

“Why do you think I was so hellbent on talking to you?” Cas asks dryly, the faintest of blushes dusting his cheeks.

“And I always thought it was because of my perky nipples,” Dean says distractedly. All those times Cas hollered questions about the latest government developments; where his next grant was going; who he was backing in the mayoral race. That was the Angel.

“I’m, uh, sure they’re very perky,” Cas says awkwardly.

Dean narrows his eyes. “How’d you find out?”

Cas cocks his head, his blue eyes intense as they study Dean’s face. “Your soul. It’s unlike any other I’ve encountered in the way it shines.”

Dean swallows, embarrassed of all things. “You can see souls?”

Cas nods. “Yours as well as the five people behind these storage locker doors.”

Dean freezes. “What the fuck?” He stares, horrified at the closest one, his hand already pulling out his set of lockpicks. “You’re serious?” At Cas’s confused nod, Dean swears colorfully. “And you kept talkin’ like we’re on a Sunday drive?”

As Dean ducks down to get to work on the first lock, Cas says matter-of-factly, “None of Crowley’s victims are near death. They’ve all been fed and watered recently, and eleven more minutes won’t have a great effect on their physical or mental health.”

“Alright, Patrick Bateman,” Dean says, but the accusation lacks any heat, “Superhero Rule Number One: you always get the damsels out of distress first.”

“I understand.”

Dean glances up at him as the lock clicks open. “After this, you and me, we’re gonna have a long talk.” He huffs a laugh as he pulls his cowl back up. “You want to know what I think about this city? I’ll give you enough quotes to fill a bible.”

“I might hold you to that,” Cas murmurs as Dean heaves the metal door open.

Read the sequel here!

#suptober22 #destiel #fanfic #destiel fanfic #superhero au #superhero dean #superhero castiel #doctor sam #rich dean #journalist castiel #enemies to lovers #rae writes fic

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Demons and Demigods Part Three: The Interim

Alright, timelines really start to get fucky here because I felt like, yknow? Also, fair warning here: not only do I start playing fast and loose with the timelines, this is also a John Winchester Hate Account if you hadn't guessed from part 1: the beginning, and in this part Sally does in fact murder him. So. Be prepared for that, I guess.

Insert the events of The Lost Hero blah blah blah and edited events of season one. Namely John doesn’t meet back up with the boys (Dean left him a voicemail after they left Sally’s telling him that they found out Aunt Sally was alive and that he and Sam needed some space so they didn’t want to see him, but would still appreciate it if he reached out to let them know he was alive. He does neither. Instead, he headed to Sally’s apartment and practically broke down the door, all ‘how dare you turn my boys against me’ and ‘what right do you have’ and etc etc. Sally just gave him the middle finger and stabbed him. She cleaned up at the blood, then Paul helped her get the body out to the car and they drove out to CHB where Thalia and the hunters were staying after sending an IM and explaining that she needed help getting rid of the body of her nephews’ piece of shit father and the hunters are more than happy to oblige and Paul stays in the car to help the hunters feel more comfortable while Sally, Thalia, and the rest of the hunters have a wonderful little bonfire in a clearing just outside of camp.) 

(Sally does call Dean and Sam and tell them what happened. She admits that she killed him and doesn’t feel bad about it, but she knows that he was their father even if he was a shitty one and they deserve to know what happened to him.) (Dean has pretty mixed feelings about it. He thanked Sally for telling him, and for telling the truth instead of making up a story or something, and then said that he needed some time to get his head back on straight. Sam keeps Sally updated on what they’re up to and how Dean’s doing and if they’ve heard or seen anything about Percy and she keeps him updated in turn about the Percy Situation.) 

John is replaced by Bobby <3 

Episode rewrite info and more lore below the cut

Faith goes a little differently because Bobby actually shows up because he’s the best, and Sam calls Sally to ask if she knows anything that could help Dean and she says that she’ll ask Chiron and the Apollo kids if they know anything/would be willing to help. Sam and Bobby haul Dean over to NY and Will swings by Sally’s apartment to take a look at Dean and does what he can to help. Bobby and Sally get along wonderfully, by the way. Sam told him that she killed John and when he asks her about she’s just like yeah and I’d do it again he was a dick and I never liked him anyway and after learning what he did to Dean I feel no remorse for what I did. And Bobby’s just like damn I like this woman. Anyway, he gets filled in on the Greek stuff and the Percy Stuff (at this point, Piper, Jason, and Leo’s quest is done and they’re working on building the Argo II and Sam and Dean offered to head to California to see if they could find Percy, but Sally and Annabeth told them it would be better to let it play out, especially since Percy didn’t know them and likely had amnesia) and then the boys head out for the Nebraska and Roy and the rest of the episode pretty much goes down like normal only Bobby is there and helping them because I love him and he loves his boys. 

They find the colt and yadda yadda yadda. Instead of John getting possessed by Azazel and being too nice in the cabin and shit, Bobby is possessed and he’s too mean and so that shit plays out how it did just with Bobby replacing John. Also Bobby doesn’t sell his soul or the colt. Instead, Tessa and Dean are having their thing and then something boots Tessa and Dean is like what the fuck because she just disappeared and then he sees three old ladies knitting and they tell him that it’s not his time yet and he’s part of their world now so his life is theirs to end and they have need of him still. So the Fates intervened and plopped Dean back in his body and fixed him up and shit because I say so. 

Since John wasn’t around to tell Dean to ‘save Sam or kill him,’ they find out about the demon blood and yellow eyes’ plan some other way idk and Sam doesn’t run away to IN or run off and get possessed by a demon later because whatever fuck it. However, around the episode Croatoan is when Percy gets sent on his quest to Alaska and then around Night Shifter is when Percy leaves Sally that voicemail having done the whole thing with Phineas and the gorgon’s blood and is starting to get his memories back. 

After the shifter thing and getting on the news and stuff, Sally calls to let them know that she’s heard from Percy (after she messages Annabeth) and to tell them that they can lay low with her and Paul until the media calms down about the bank robberies and shit. She helps them research what might be going on with Sam and his visions. 

Annabeth tells Sally that the Argo II is finally complete and her, Jason, Piper, and Leo are leaving for CA to get Percy and also there’s prophecy shit they have to do so she doesn’t know when they’ll be back but she’ll do her best to keep Sally updated and make sure Percy IMs her. 

Sam and Dean have left at this point so Sally calls them to fill them in on that. 

The next day, All Hell Breaks Loose shit goes down. Sam has poofed, Dean and Bobby are trying to find him, etc etc. Sam dies, Dean makes his deal, the Fates don’t intervene because they know that the angels will bring him back and whatnot and he has a year and the Gaea thing will be over by then anyway .

Percabeth reunion!!!! There has been a criminal lack of Percy content in this so far, but we have finally arrived!!! He’s here!!!  My boy!! Son of Neptune happened behind the scenes because nothing changed on Percy’s end lmao. 

Mark of Athena starts, Percabeth reunion my beloved. Leo is possessed and fires on Rome, they haul ass, Percy is pissed, shit gets sorted, etc. When they stop for the supply run to fix the Argo II, Annabeth and Percy stay on the ship and call Sally. 

Sally and Percy have a tearful remote reunion and Sally tells him to stay safe and get home to her as soon as possible. And then she tells him about Mary, Dean, and Sam. Percy is kinda reeling but he’s excited to meet his cousins once the Gaea and Giants shit is over. They say goodbye and Annabeth tells Percy about Sam and Dean from her short time meeting them. Percy tells her about his time at the wolf house and his quest to Alaska to free Thanatos. 

Percy and Jason, possessed, have their death match in that Kansas cornfield, and Sam and Dean and been nearby and, upon hearing about the weird disturbance, show up just in time to watch the end of the fight and see Piper knock Jason and Percy out lmao. They are Quaking. They’d managed to go unnoticed by everyone on the Argo, but they spot Annabeth and grab her attention to be like hey what the fuck just happened/what is going on????? 

And Annabeth is like oh shit hey yeah so we’re on a quest to Greece to stop Mother Earth from waking up and whatever but that right there was Percy and Jason fighting. They were possessed by spirit servants of Gaea so it wasn’t really their fault that they were fighting but it’s a good thing that Piper was out there with them otherwise Jason probably would have died. 

Sam and Dean are lowkey still freaking out because that is a lot of information to take in all at once and also it’s one thing to hear that Percy is powerful and another to see him fight with their own eyes. 

Note that will be relevant in the next part: the Winchester boys are so entrenched in the supernatural that celestial bronze recognizes them as something more than mortal and works on them.

Now, this part was shorter but that's because I got excited and have a scene written directly following this that I'm gonna post next.

#dndv #dndv lore #demons and demigods verse #dean winchester #sam winchester #bobby singer #supernatural #spn #sally jackson #annabeth chase #percy jackson #paul blofis #pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #I'd tag leo and jason and piper except they're not /really/ in this so I won't clog their character tags with this #same goes for thalia #john winchester (derogatory)#also not for long

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Just Us (Sam winchester x Femreader) Oneshot

Desperation - Y/n get saved by Sam when a demon try to attack her she thank him but also feels some kind of deep connection with Sam which leads into her getting to know him

Y/n pov:

*I yawn as I entered the bathroom as I brushed my teeth and my hair before going back to my room as I grab out a white T-shirt with a band logo on it and some jeans and I put it on before grabbing my jacket and slip it on I then pin half of my hair back and left the button half down and put on my boots and grab my bag*

*Getting back to my dorm I took off my jacket but stop when I heard a sound in my living room* "Hello"I called out but got no reply *opening my bedroom door I walked out of the room and saw a figure in the doorway* "Can I help you with something?"I asked

*Suddenly it turned around and had black eyes and I scream when it threw it self at me and I try pushing it off* "Don't worry it be all over soon"It said *I shut my eyes as it was about the slit my throat but I felt nothing and open my eyes to see a taller guy and a shorter guy holding the demon back as the taller one speak in some Latin language sitting up I stared up at the two*

*I watch as some black smokey thing went up in the air and out of the window and the taller one put his hand out and I took it as he helped me up* "Are you okay?"He asked "Yeah I just hit my head a little but what was that?"I asked "A black eyed demon"The shorter one spoke *I looked at him and then back at the taller one* "Who are you guys?"I asked "I am Sam this is Dean my brother"The taller one said "Nice to meet you"I said to them "You too"Dean said with a smirk

"Wait but why was this demon after me?"I asked "There some demons that like to kill for no reason they are the lower level demons"Sam said "Hate to break this up but I'm starving so im gonna go get me a burger"Dean said *Both me and Sam said okay as Dean left my apartment*

"So what do you major?"Sam asked "law"I said "No way I did too for a long period of time"Sam said *I smile* "I want to be a lawyer but ugh the studying is so hard"I said "Right like it was just stacks of paper after papers"Sam said *I smiled* "What made you quite law school?"I asked "Family business"Sam said *I nodded* "Yeah family issues can suck"I said "Tell me about it"Sam said for some reason I felt this connection with sam

*getting up I grab two beers out of the fridge and came back and gave one to sam as we open it and talked about our interest in stuff* "Your different y/n"Sam said with a smile "How so?"I asked "Just are I mean I feel this weird connection between us it's kinda hard to explain it"Sam said

*As Sam said that our eyes locked on eachother as we moved closer to each other Sam lean in and slowly pressed his softly lips against and kiss me I shut mine as well matching his rtythem of speed in the kiss*

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*After awhile Dean came back and talk about how good his burger was I made a few jokes before walking the brothers out to the door* "I want to say thank you again if it wasn't for you two I would be dead right now"I said

*Dean smiled at Sam before walking to the car and getting in and Sam turned towards me* "I'm not really supposed to do this but keep me in touch alright I like you alot and I want to know more about you Y/n"Sam said as he handed me a card *As I was about to close the door Sam stopped it and lean in to kiss me once again as I kissed him back* "I'll make sure to visit but uh remember stay in contact"Sam said *I smiled* "I will"I said

-The end-

#supernatural #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester

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Season 16 should be Dean gets himself booted out of heaven. It’s five years since he died in earth time. He has to be really careful not to disrupt the timeline so that Sam can still keep living his post-SPN apple pie blurry wife life. Some angels are trying to find Dean and drag him back to heaven, some demons are also keen to find him (to torture him for funsies.) The demons keep threatening Sam’s life so Dean has to stop them, sneakily. He’s essentially the guardian angel of Sam’s happiness in S16. Sam must never know Dean is there. We see cheesy snippets of Sam’s white picket fence life, interspersed with Dean in the background kicking ass. Sam is oblivious. It turns out Cas is also back on earth. Jack made him human and gave him a chance to earn his way into heaven as a human soul. So Cas is trying to live a life of service, volunteering at local clinics and shelters and soup kitchens. Keeping a low profile. Trying to be a good human. But he’s poor and lonely. He struggles with being human, having no powers and the knowledge that no matter how good a person he tries to be, ultimately he worries he’s only doing this so he can see Dean again in heaven (where angels are not allowed, according to the new rules.) When Dean shows up, Cas is even more conflicted. He knows he should help the angels find Dean and get him back to heaven where he’ll be safe and not at risk of disrupting the timeline, but of course he also wants nothing more than to have Dean stay. This is what he has dreamed of. Just being alive with Dean. And now he has it. (How will this be resolved? Hmm. Probably ultimately Dean does go back to heaven. But before he does.. fanfic style shenanigans can ensue! Dean and Cas will see each other again in heaven. Cas will keep leading the best life he can, doing good, helping people. Dean will see him up there soon, he knows it. Because he knows he didn’t change Cas and make him care about the world. Cas always cared. He always wanted to do the right thing. That is why Dean knows Cas will make it to heaven. Dean will tell Cas he loves him. He might kiss him. But even if he doesn’t, it will be satisfying knowing the love is mutual and Dean believes in the inherent goodness of Cas just the way Cas believed in the inherent goodness of Dean. Cas doesn’t need to worry about his intentions being impure. Dean knows his heart. It’s sweet and satisfying and we all enjoy watching it in exactly the way we did NOT enjoy watching the finale. A ten episode season, minimum. Preferably on Netflix so no ads. Sam is only featured minimally so JP can keep working on his other show (and Sam gets to keep his “perfect” ending.) Everybody’s happy.

Ooooohhhhh !!!!

This is an interesting season 16 idea!! I enjoyed that immensely. I'd watch it 👏 (said like someone who already knows they'd end up on a Netflix binge watching it all in one go)

I love how everyone has different ideas on stuff like angel!cas vs human!cas and whether to preserve what happened in The Winchesters or not and whether to keep Sam unaware or in the loop. The different paths these characters can take !!

It's soooo endlessly fascinating to me how many different ideas can be born from one really bad finale. Like, if they'd stuck the landing I don't think anyone would be too bothered but because the ending was just SO bad it's become the perfect fuel for how to try and fix the mess they made

I love hearing possible season 16 ideas if anyone has any more please send them to meeeee

#I love how all the ideas for s16 I read on here are so creative and the CW wouldnt give us anything like it for sure #thanks for sending this to me anon!#rad ideas #pie replies

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Heart of a Hunter Act VII - Ch. 19

Characters: Dean x doctor!Reader, Sam Winchester

This story is Act 7 of a saga.

New to the story? Get caught up on the Heart of a Hunter Saga here.

All your favorite Winchesters are alive, in spite of the curse that nearly took them from you. After coming so close to losing the only family you have left in this world, you’re taking matters into your own hands. There’s a witch to hunt.

Series Warnings:

Character injuries/sickness - Take note that no one is excluded from this.

Canon-typical violence and language.

Lots of whump.

Lots of caring for hurt characters.

Smut (18 Only. NSFW. You were warned.)

Angst.

Fluff.

Medical talk. Is that even a warning?

Image Credit: bing image search, google image search, @hallowedbecastiel , @heytheredean , @jensen-jay

Wordcount: 2236

See Author's note at the bottom please.

Chapter 19

"You guys ready to go?" you called out when you heard Sam and Dean coming down the hall.

"I think so," Sam answered, stepping into the mess hall first. "Do I look okay?" He was so adorably unsure as he gazed down at the his white and blue plaid button-up and his new jeans.

You gave him the once over and smiled up at him. "You look great, Brawny." He smiled and bent to kiss your cheek. "Want to grab the cooler?" you asked, gesturing toward it as Sam nodded and went to retrieve it.

Dean stepped up next and you looked him over, too. He had on a plaid button-up he'd left open with a simple black tee underneath. He was also wearing a new pair of jeans that were oil, grease, and bloodstain-free.

"You look handsome, too," you told him.

"Might as well disappear standing next to you, sweetheart," Dean said with a smile.

You grinned and Dean took your hand, turning you in a slow circle so he could admire the way your leggings hugged the curve of your ass, and the way the thigh-high boots made your legs go on forever. When you were facing him again, he lifted your chin with a finger, kissing you slow and sweet.

"Save it for the camera," Sam said as he brushed past you to head for the garage.

"You do know you're on the other side of the camera, right?" Dean called after him.

Dean picked up Jonah where he sat in his car seat a few feet away, and you glanced around to make sure you had everything before you followed after Sam.

You opted to sit in the backseat with your son and let Sam ride shotgun when you all piled in the car. Dean turned on some soft music and Jonah promptly fell asleep ten minutes into the drive, just as you'd hoped he would.

"He's out," Dean observed after glancing in the rearview mirror.

"I'm telling you, a nice warm bottle before a car ride," you said. "It's the magic combination."

Just shy of an hour later you'd reached your destination, or at least, as far as you could go before setting off on foot. Dean parked the car and cut the engine, and you got out and stretched as Sam grabbed the cooler again.

You grabbed the backpack with the water bladder in it and double-checked the baby’s sunscreen, pacifier, bottle, and diaper-changing stuff was all inside before you rolled up the thin blanket you'd brought along and slung it on your back. Just then Jonah woke up and started to fuss in his car seat.

Dean unbuckled him and pulled him out of it, speaking to him as he did. "We’re here, buckaroo. Come on, let's get you settled." He laid Jonah down in the backseat of the car and changed his diaper for a fresh one, snapping his onesie back up and pulling the tiny little jeans back around Jonah’s waist, and straightening his little button-up plaid shirt that was fitting of the smallest Winchester.

Sam had a baggie ready to go and caught the balled-up dirty diaper when Dean tossed it to him over the car. Sam tied it off in the bag and set it next to the front tire to wait until you returned.

Dean tucked the baby up against him snuggly as you fit the baby wrap up and over Dean's neck and shoulder. The two of you had done this enough times that you had it down to an art, and a moment later Jonah was safely swaddled against Dean's middle.

"Alrighty," Dean said. "And we're off."

There was a little game trail alongside the river, and Sam led the way with you and Dean falling in step behind him.

The river water was fresh and clean, and you couldn’t help but notice all the Rainbow Trout that were visible swimming just beneath the surface. A slight breeze caressed your skin, and the sunshine kissed your face in between the shade from the tree limbs.

"I needed this," you admitted as you walked.

"Yeah, me too," Sam agreed.

Dean nodded for you to go first when a large rock temporarily narrowed the trail. "I need to bring my pole sometime. From the look of things, the fishing oughta be great here."

“You should,” you agreed. “You don’t get to do enough fishing.”

Jonah was perfectly content to be swaddled against his father as the three of you walked along the riverbank. You found a pretty little spot where the water slowed just before a small tributary led into it. There were several large rocks near the water’s edge, big enough to comfortably sit down on, and some trees provided light shade just yards away.

“I think this is it,” you said as you all stood and gazed at the scenery.

“Yeah?” Dean asked.

You nodded. “It’s perfect.”

You set your backpack down against a rock and pulled Jonah out of the baby wrap Dean wore so Dean could remove that, as well. Sam walked around the area, judging the shadows created by his tall form, and gauging the angle of the sun in relation to the light along the riverbank.

“What do you think, Brawny? Do you agree?”

“Of course,” Sam said. “The light is perfect right now.”

And that’s how your little Winchester family photoshoot began. Using Sam’s phone, he took a bunch of different pictures of you and Dean with Jonah, you and Dean alone together - although you wondered how those would turn out as Sam wore Jonah in the baby wrap at the same time as he snapped photos - and then pictures of you holding Jonah by yourself, and Dean doing the same.

When Sam was satisfied he’d gotten shots you would love, you took the phone from him and took pictures of all three of the guys together, as well as shots of Dean and Sam together, and Sam holding Jonah by himself.

With a little finagling and a lot of laughing, you managed to prop the phone up at the spot where a little branch jutted out from a tree trunk. Using the phone’s timer, you also took several family shots of all of you together with the river babbling in the background.

By the time you’d taken your fill of pictures, you’d all worked up an appetite. You spread out the blanket on the ground, pulled a bottle out for Jonah, and sat, shielding him from the sun with the baby wrap while he drank in your arms.

Dean crouched down nearby, gazing into the water with a soft smile playing on his lips.

“Penny for your thoughts,” you offered.

He cocked his head to look at you. “Just happy to be alive, sweetheart. Happy to be here with you and Joey and Sammy. Thanks for planning all of this today.”

You smiled. “Thanks for being on board.” He chuckled softly. “What?” you asked.

“It’s just that I haven’t had my picture taken that many times since our wedding day.”

“I’m fully aware,” you said with a smirk. "We were long overdo."

“I don’t think I’d get your hopes up yet as far as photo quality,” Sam said with a laugh as he opened up the cooler to start pulling lunch out. “You haven’t seen ‘em yet.”

“I have faith in you, Brawny," you told him.

Sam chuckled again. “Save your faith for my vampire-beheading skills, or my research skills. Hell, shooting almost anything else, but shooting pictures is not my forte.”

“I think what she’s saying is beggars can’t be choosers, Sammy,” Dean added with a smirk.

“If I get my way, you’ll be getting plenty of practice from here on out,” you told Sam. “We need to do this more often.”

Sam nodded, smiling as he handed Dean a sandwich.

Dean held the sandwich out toward you. “You sure you don’t want me to take him so you can eat first?”

“You go ahead. I’ll finish giving him lunch first.”

Dean got to his feet and opened up the sandwich. He’d made several of them for your picnic lunch before leaving the bunker that morning. There were also individual snack-sized potato chip bags and bags of mini-carrots as an alternative. You couldn’t help but notice he even ate a bag of carrots himself, even though he chose to finish off a little bag of chips afterward. It was still progress, and it made you smile.

When Jonah finished his bottle, Dean took him from you and moved to the edge of the water. Sitting down on the ground and holding Jonah in his lap, he pointed out the trout that swam lazily in the water, telling Jonah what type of lure he’d try when he came back to the spot.

That night, back at the bunker, you'd pulled up the photos from the day on your laptop. Despite Sam's doubt in his photography skills, the problem didn't lie in trying to find good shots you wanted to enlarge and display on the walls, but rather in narrowing it down your selection as there were so many to choose from.

Three weeks later the pictures you'd ordered as metal prints arrived in the mail. You and Dean took Jonah for a ride into town and picked them up at the post office before driving back to the bunker.

Dean offered to feed Jonah and put him down for his nap so you could go through the metal prints and start hanging them up.

For the bunker's library, you chose to hang two shots of all four of you that you'd captured using the timer on Sam's phone. In one image you were all smiling, poised, and perfectly happy. In the other, Dean held Jonah while you'd hoped on Sam's back spider monkey-style and you'd all chosen to stick out your tongues and screw up your faces while Dean flipped the bird at the camera. Staring at the last one made you smile so wide your face hurt.

The pictures perfectly represented the line the Winchester family walked between domestic bliss and crazy-ass chaos. You wouldn't have changed a thing.

You also hung another photo in the library, this one of Sam and Dean standing together and overlooking the stream with Dean's hand resting on Sam's shoulder. They looked like they'd come straight out of a clothing ad in a Cabelas magazine. You loved it.

You took a few metal prints to Sam's room that you'd had made just for him. One was a copy of the crazy shot where you all looked like you'd lost your damn minds, and the other was a picture of Sam leaning back against a tree trunk and holding Jonah in his arms. It was peaceful, serene, and Sam's face was so full of love as he gazed at his nephew. You knew if you stared at it too long you'd be wiping back tears.

You hoped Sam would like them. He was down in the bunker's shooting range when you left the prints on his bed for him and carried the rest to the room you and Dean shared.

You hung several metal prints on the walls in your bedroom. One large print was of you and Dean up close with Jonah sandwiched between you, each kissing one of his chubby little cheeks.

You had two smaller metal prints made, one with Dean sitting next to the river on a rock with Jonah lounging in his arms, and one of you holding Jonah up towards the sky and smiling up at him.

You hung another shot Sam had somehow managed to snap when Dean dipped you back for a kiss, surprising the hell out of you.

You'd chosen a large print for a moment when Dean had pulled you close, trapping your hand over his heart with his own and giving you that sexy smirk that always makes you smile like a schoolgirl with a crush.

You were still surprised at just how perfectly the photo captured the intimate gesture you and Dean had shared over the years.

"Did he go down okay?" You asked as Dean walked into your room just then.

"He was fighting it a bit." He sat the baby monitor down on the desk. He's good now, though. Out like a light." Dean put his hands around your waist from behind, gazing at the prints that were now hung on the walls. "Wow. These turned out great."

You nodded. "They really did." You turned in his arms, gazing up at him, and he leaned down enough to kiss you.

"I don't know how you do it, sweetheart," he said. "You somehow manage to keep finding ways to make this place feel more safe and cozy than it already is."

"Family does that," you told him. "That's why Baby will always be home, too."

Dean smiled, eyes locked on the picture of him dipping you back to kiss you. The next thing you knew, one of his hands wrapped around the small of your back, the other going to the back of your head as he dipped you again, making you squeal in surprise. He cut you off with a kiss that was soft and slow and made the blood rush to your head a little more than gravity already had.

This is the end of Act VII.

Author's Note: The Heart of a Hunter series has been a labor of love. These characters have occupied my heart for years now, and I have enjoyed every second of it. This saga has also been the catalyst that brought me friendships with so many of you. I can never tell you all enough just how much I have appreciated your support for this story and my writing.

While I do have Act VIII plotted and outlined, I cannot say for sure when or if I will get to finish and post it. I've been through some big life changes in the last year and may need to focus my time on my career and family in the foreseeable future.

If I do manage to post Act VIII, I will tag those on the Heart of a Hunter tags list. Tags are open again now (details below - feel free to add yourself now or ask me to if you haven't already) so you'll be notified.

You can also find the Heart of a Hunter saga HERE ON AO3 if you'd like to bookmark or subscribe for the future. Any future Acts will be added to AO3 as well.

I do hope to finish and post Act VIII, but can't be sure what the timeframe for that would look like at this time. (The chances are high that these characters won't leave me alone and I'll be writing whenever I get a hot minute. I may surprise us all.)

I do plan to do a Q&A with Dean, our fearless Reader, and Sam very soon, so be on the watch for that. I'll tag if you if you're on the list. I'm sure you all have a lot of fun and interesting questions for our little Winchester family after everything we've all been through together.

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eevvvaa · 2 years

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A Supernatural Journey - Part 23

A Supernatural Journey - Summary

Serie Summary : After an unplanned event in their road trip, Emily and Eva crossed paths with two brothers. One thing leading to another, the two best friends found themselves in what seems to be a supernatural journey…

Pairing : Dean Winchester x Eva (OC), Sam Winchester x Emily (OC)

Warnings : Blood, fluff, angst, smut (yes, you read it right)

Words : 22 483 (I know, I got carried away, I’m sorry)

A/N : I’m sorry it took me so long to post a new chapter and I’m even more sorry that it’s such a long one ! I’m gonna try and make the next ones shorter but I didn’t know how to cut this one in another half

A/N 2 : It’s my first time writing ‘real smut’ so please let me know what you thought of it

Happy reading, thank you for being still here :]

Dividers by the amazing @firefly-graphics

Eva’s POV :

Once he was standing in front of me, I remembered that Dean wasn’t a lost child but a grown tall man, so for a second I felt a bit intimidated by him. But this feeling was quickly erased when I met his curious and patient eyes, waiting for my next action.

Without even thinking about it, I raised the hand that wasn’t holding his and gently landed it on his dirty cheek. Dean closed his eyes at the gesture and my heart immediately melted. But after a second I let go of his hand and he opened them back.

Before he could ask anything, I gently grabbed the sides of his nasty jacket and pushed it off of his shoulders. Dean let me without saying a word and I gave him a soft smile. Then I did the same to his beige and brown flannel, revealing a dark brown t-shirt under it. I stopped when I saw the huge stain of blood on his chest, darkening the fabric. I knew that it wasn’t from an injury, but it hurt as much.

When I raised my head to look at him, Dean was already staring at me, uncertainty and inquisitiveness but also trust in his green eyes. His breath was deep and loud as he quietly waited for my next word or move.

So I answered his silent questions by slowly taking his belt in my hands, undoing it. But Dean quickly grabbed my hands, stopping my movements. He wasn’t squeezing them, just holding; like he only needed to take a break. I raised my head again and this time his eyebrows were slightly furrowed.

“What are you doing?” He asked in a breath, his voice unsure yet absorbed in my action.

“You always help and take care of everyone. You need to let someone do the same for you from time to time.” I explained and his eyes quickly switched from one of my eyes to the other.

As much as I could, I gently squeezed the tip of his fingers before speaking again.

“Please, let me be that person for you.” I asked him and after looking at me from head to toes, he let go of my hands, putting his trust in me.

Keeping eye contact with him to make sure he was okay with it, I unbuckled his belt and undid the button. Dean didn’t protest or even move when I let his pants fall to the ground, the sound of his belt hitting the floor echoing in the bathroom. He had taken his shoes and socks off before I came in, the boots thrown away in the room, making it easier to get rid of the pants.

The hunter moved the clothe away with his foot and stayed quiet in front of me. Now that he was only standing in his boxer and bloody shirt, I was more intimidated than ever. But now wasn’t the time to chicken out, I had an idea and wanted to complete it. So I took the hem of my sweater and threw it off of me, slightly raising my shirt in the process. Then I quickly took care of my sneakers, getting rid of them with my feet, my socks following.

Then I unbuttoned my jeans and I caught Dean gulping at my actions. I bent down to get rid of it then stood up, facing the hunter. We were now wearing the same amount of clothes. But I wasn’t planning on stopping there and slowly grabbed the bottom of my t-shirt, taking a deep breath. But when I realized that – like almost every day – I hadn’t put a bra on, I froze, doubt and fear invading my mind and taking over my body.

Standing shirtless in front of Dean was making me nervous and hundreds of worries ran through my mind. What if I didn’t look like the girls he was used to seeing naked? What if he was disappointed by my thin body? What if my breasts were too small for his liking? What if my ribs showing when I raised my arms or my too lean back repulsed him? What if he found my body as weak and brittle as I found it and was scared to touch it, to break it?

A god was standing in front of me but I didn't feel like a goddess.

As if Dean had sensed my hesitation, he made the first move and quickly took the hem of his t-shirt, getting rid of it and revealing his strong torso to me. I felt myself blush at the sight. Dean was a truly handsome man.

The hunter stood before me, still and silent as he patiently waited. I raised my head and his green eyes gave me the courage to remove my shirt. If Dean was willing to lay himself bare before me, both literally and figuratively, the least I could do was reveal myself to him in return. So before I could talk myself out of it, I grabbed the hem of my shirt and took it off.

Out of instinct, I covered my chest with my arms, lowering my head and biting my cheek in a shy gesture. But quickly Dean’s hand landed on my wrist and gently tugged at it. I raised my head and looked at the hunter shaking his. He didn’t need to say a word to make me understand what he meant and I slowly lowered my arms, revealing most of my body. Dean’s eyes stared at mine, not daring to wander to my chest and he gently smiled. I gave him a smile back appreciating this action, nodding, and this time he allowed himself to drop his gaze on my body, simply looking, a hand still on my wrist.

While he was busy discovering my body with his eyes, mine did the same with his. His broad shoulders showed what a powerful man he was, even if at this moment they were lowered with guilt and sadness. Then my eyes continued their journey, going down his firm and strong body. His abs weren’t visible but I had no doubt they were present. His belly looked soft and I wanted to run my hands on it, tracing the freckles covering his skin from his ribs to his collarbone.

When I got back to his face, I saw him slightly gulped and his eyes met mine again, making me blush.

Then Dean dropped my wrist and put his thumbs in the hem of his black boxer, but I quickly grabbed his forearms, stopping him from removing his last piece of cloth. Once he looked at me, confusion written all over his face, I shook my head and gently smiled at him, leading him towards the shower.

We didn’t need to be completely naked for this, it wasn’t about lust or nudity, more about trust and intimacy.

I stepped first into the shower and turned the water on. Still holding his wrist, I waited for the water to be hot enough, and brought him with me under the water jet. My hair quickly got soaked along with his chest and our underwear. I walked closer to the hunter and gently pulled his hand so he would be completely under the shower with me.

Some drops of water rolled down his chest, enlarging the freckles it came across and washing the red stain on his torso. Keeping his hand in mine, I grabbed the other one and put them under the water, rubbing my fingers on them to get rid of the dried blood. After a moment, I let go of his hands, grabbed the shower gel next to us and put some in my hands. I rubbed them together, creating some foam and gently washed his dirty body.

Without a word, Dean let my hands wander over his soft torso to his strong and muscled shoulders. Then, I let them slide down his arms, over his biceps, and found his hands again. Taking them between mine, I intertwined our fingers and stroked his palms, the white foam turning into a dark pink. I lowered my head at the sight, needing a moment to accept the fact that I was washing human’s blood off of Dean’s body.

Looking down, I spotted the clear water turning into a light brown and red flow as his body became clean.

I raised my head, noticing my hands still holding his under the spray of water then looked at the man in front of me. Dean’s head was lowered, his eyes closed as he let me take care of his body. I hoped that cleaning his skin from the atrocity of the night could also clean his mind. Once his hands were free of any hint of blood, I stroked his knuckles under the water and brought them to my lips. I put a soft kiss on them, tasting his skin mixed with the water and soap and closed my eyes for a second, hoping that it could heal his visible and invisible wounds.

When I opened my eyes, Dean’s were still closed. I took a second to look at him, the water running down his body, soaking his hair and cleaning all his skin. I wanted to run my hands between his dirty locks to remove the nightmare of the night and kiss his face to erase the pain on it. In the silence of the bathroom – except for the water flowing – I let myself admire his beautiful vulnerability. His chest rose up with every breath he took and without thinking I placed a hand on his heart. At this action, Dean opened his eyes and the intense green of his iris stared at me. I felt a shiver run down my spine and gulped, worried for a second that I had made the wrong move. But when the hunter gave me a sad smile, my heart broke. I moved my hand to his cheek before stopping in his hair, the rest of shower gel in my hand foaming in his dirty locks. Dean put his head back under the water to wash his hair and I helped him remove the remaining soap. Then my hands fell back on his shoulders, caressing his skin and trying to give him as much comfort as I could.

The hunter looked at me, his mouth still closed since the moment we had stepped into the shower and I felt the urge to break the silence between us. So I let my thumb stroke his collarbone, my fingers brushing the freckles on his skin and looked back at him.

“You may not want to hear this right now, or maybe at all, but… You know, even the hero loses sometimes, but it doesn’t make him less one.” I told him, my voice a bit louder than usual so he could hear me above the running water.

“I’m no hero.” He answered, no doubt in his voice, making me understand that he one hundred percent believed it.

“You’re mine.” I said, hoping my voice and features would convince him on how much I meant it.

Dean frowned at my words, shaking his head for a moment but I continued to look at him, hoping he would understand it was the truth. Dean and his brother were heroes, there was no denying that. They dedicated their whole lives to save people, strangers, without getting any rewards. They did it because they were genuine good men, they were warriors but also carers. I loved that about them, about him, how they were willing to save everyone that needed it without questioning it. They were genuine, they were brave and I looked up to some people close to my heart in my life but Dean was someone I deeply admired. He still had some secrets I hoped he would share with me one day but the little I knew about him was enough to make him a very respectable man.

I also hoped my words weren’t adding weight on his shoulders, it was the last thing I wanted. Dean had enough to carry already, feeling like everything and everyone was his responsibility, but I couldn’t help but tell him how heroic I found him. But when the hunter’s hand landed on my cheek, his thumb grazing my cheekbone, I knew he hadn’t taken my words this way. Dean stared at me, his green eyes searching mine as if he wanted to see through them and into my soul. I stayed still, trying to make him understand without words how strong I was finding him.

His hand left my cheek and stopped behind my neck, his thumb on my jaw. He continued to look at me, his mouth slightly opened as if he wanted to say something but no sound escaped his mouth. He just searched my eyes for a while again and I had never felt so exposed before, it was almost like he was seeing right through me and discovering every one of my hidden thoughts. But strangely, I didn’t mind, he could know everything about me.

Then Dean’s hand slowly pushed on my neck and brought my head closer to his. I closed my eyes before his lips crashed on mine and I let my hands reach the back of his head, my fingers finding their way in his wet hair. Dean pushed behind my head a little harder to bring his face as close as possible to mine and his lips parted, allowing me to taste him under the water. I gladly opened my mouth, my lips catching his bottom lip, deepening the kiss.

The hunter let my neck go and his hand traveled south, gliding down my torso and his thumb brushed my nipple for a second – sending an electrical wave to my stomach – before resting his huge palms on my naked back, bringing my whole body closer to his. I had almost forgotten I was practically naked in front of him. But when his arms wrapped themselves around me and his chest pressed against mine, every ounce of doubt and worry were gone. His skin against mine was the most soothing thing and my hands caressed his scalp, cupping his head to bring it closer, then they slowly fell on his neck and shoulders. Dean tilted his head to the right and I let his tongue meet mine. His hands moved to my sides, his fingers creating some goosebumps on my skin despite the hot water landing on our bodies. His arms were completely wrapped around me, caging me, and when he tightened his grip on him, my stomach touched his.

I moved my head a little too, opening my mouth a bit more and letting him kiss me like he needed. Just like his kiss had eased my pain back at the bar, I hoped mine would do the same. So I pressed my lips a bit harder on his and I hoped he would feel my desire to help him, to comfort him, to be here for him. That he would feel how much I wanted to just wrap my arms around him and hide him from everything, from his pain and guilt, from his doubt and worries, from the world and himself. So, as much as I could, I gently put my arms around his shoulders. Dean moved his head away, his lips leaving mine but quickly finding my cheek then my jaw. Dean put several kisses all the way down to my neck and I let my head fall back at the feeling, a sigh escaping my lips.

But once he reached my neck, the kisses stopped and the hunter just hid his face in the crock of it. For the thousandth time tonight, my heart broke for him. I was amazed by how such a strong man like him looked so small in my arms at that moment. Without wasting a second, I pushed myself on my tiptoes and wrapped my arms around him even more. One of my hands found its way in his hair and gently rubbed his scalp, giving him all the comfort I could. My other hand traced the skin of his upper back and I brought my face closer to his shoulder to be able to put a kiss on it. When I did, Dean tightened his embrace, almost hurting me and I would have needed to wrap my legs around him if he had wanted me even closer to him. Not that I would have minded.

I turned my head towards the hunter, my cheek resting on his shoulder and closed my eyes, returning the hug with all I had. Hugging was something I always loved to do, I hoped that if I tightened my grip enough, I could ease the pain the ones I was hugging felt. But it was also a way to just express my emotions, my sympathy, my joy, my compassion or my love. Hugging was an easy and nice thing to do and I not only felt physically close to the ones I had in my arms at that moment, but also emotionally, like my soul could reach theirs and hug them inside.

After some time where neither of us talked or moved, I decided to break the silence and snuggled up against him.

“What do you need me to do, Dean? What do you need from me? Please, tell me. What can I do?” I demanded, hoping he would have a request on how I could help him.

The hunter’s fingers gave my flesh a quick squeeze then he moved his face from my neck and straightened a little. His nose brushed mine when he faced me and I thought for a second that he was going to kiss me again. I hoped he would. But instead, he moved his head back and his eyes fell on my lips for a second before looking back at me. He licked his lips and I did everything I could to not just lean in and taste them again. Dean was someone quickly addicting. He clenched his jaws for a moment, like he was holding himself back then his eyes found mine again and the openness in them caught me off guard. Dean’s eyes were clear of any dark cloud and it felt like he was allowing me to see everything in him. Like he was willing to let me in, to not push me away and give me permission to see him without restriction.

“Sure, of course.” I told him and he gave me a quick side smile.

“Stay with me tonight?” He quickly asked, gulping once the words were out.

I immediately nodded, instantly agreeing to his request. If Dean had asked me to drive through the whole night with him or to reveal my biggest regret I would have done it without hesitation. But instead he simply asked for me to stay with him and it was something I was absolutely willing to do. So I gave him a little smile and let my hand caress his bicep.

I slowly stepped away from him and reached for the mixing faucet to turn the water off. Dean’s hands were resting on my sides and I loved the way his touch lingered on me no matter if I moved away or not. Once the water wasn’t running anymore, I turned to him and inspected with my eyes if there was still some foam on his body but I didn’t find any white spot on his soft skin. So I gave the hunter a gentle caress on the arm, grabbing and squeezing his hands for a moment before offering him a kind smile.

Dean looked at me as I stepped backwards and I let go of his hands to turn away and step out of the shower. I silently grabbed a towel under the sink and wrapped it around my wet body, covering my bare chest and soaked panties. Then I took another one and turned to the hunter patiently standing in the shower. I froze for a moment, observing the drops of water running down his chest to his black boxer briefs. My breath got stuck in my throat for a second as I eyed him, enjoying the sight of the strong hunter in his underwear only.

My body had been pressed against his, his skin had caressed mine and this piece of cloth covering his most private part had brushed against mine. I felt my cheeks burning and I cleared my throat as if it could erase the fact I had stared at him for the past five seconds. When I looked back at his face, Dean offered me an amused smile, closing his eyes as he let a little breath out of his nose escape.

Apparently he didn’t mind me gazing longingly at him.

I bit the inside of my cheek and walked to him, opening the towel to wrap it around his waist. I put a part of it around his side and his hands grabbed the cloth. I took a step back and observed Dean wrapping it around his body, the independent hunter coming back to life. I wrapped my arms around myself, keeping the towel in place and Dean joined me on the cold tiles. I gently smiled at him and bent to grab my clothes on the floor. When my eyes fell on his bloody ones, I took them too, deciding that I would be the one taking care of the dirty reminders of this horrible case.

When I straightened I turned back to him and offered him a smile again.

“I’ll get change and join you in your room after, okay?” I told him and he simply nodded. I gave him a quick smile and walked to the door. When my hand reached the knob, Dean interrupted me.

“Eva?” He called me and I turned my head towards him, his mouth slightly opened.

“Yeah?” I asked and the hunter licked his lips.

“I…huh…” He started but quickly closed his mouth again, clenching his jaws. His eyes stopped looking at me, falling on the floor and the walls of the bathroom.

At the sight of Dean struggling to get the words out, I shook my head, catching his attention again and smiled at him. He gulped and I slightly shook my head again.

“No need.” I simply told him and he let a long breath out, like he hadn’t breath for a few seconds then nodded.

Dean didn’t need to thank me for anything, especially not when it was something I was so willing to do like making sure he wasn’t hurt, easing his pain, bringing him comfort in any way or showing him I was here for him. He had let me see a part of him he didn’t seem to show often and I couldn’t be more thankful for this. So I didn’t need a thank you coming from his mouth, his eyes and kiss had already said it all.

Emily’s POV :

I had never, or almost never, talked about Cameron and how he had taken my feelings, my trust and had crushed them with his bare hands, ruining me for ever opening my heart again. But when I looked into the eyes of the man in front of me, it felt like I could. Like I could show him my wounds and he wouldn’t rub salt on it or make it bleed again. But on the other hand, how could I be sure that he wouldn’t be the same? What could guarantee me that he wouldn’t laugh at my stupidity of letting a guy see my weaknesses or walk away looking at me with pity? I already had a hard time confessing those things to my best friend and she had been in my life for years, so confiding in a man I knew for less than a year was inconceivable to me.

I looked at Sam for a moment, an inner battle raging inside of me and reluctance invading my mind. Maybe I could push him hard and fast, yelling atrocities at him and escape. Running outside or taking the car to go home. Eva would forgive me. But maybe Sam wouldn’t. And as much as I wanted to not care about that, I did.

“Please, talk to me.” Sam’s voice broke my trail of thoughts and I hadn’t even felt his hand brushing my cheekbone.

I hated the serenity that emanated from him, this feeling that I could indeed talk to him. I hated how much I wanted to reveal what was going on in my mind. I hated how much I knew talking about this could be a good thing. I hated this feeling that I was going to be heard and listened to by him. But I needed to let it out, I needed him to know because as much as I wanted to make everyone and myself believe that I wasn’t interested in Sam and didn’t want to have more than friendship with him, I knew it wasn’t true. It wasn’t because I had found myself dreaming in privacy about what it could be like to kiss him again, to read by his side, to share my hopes with him and hear about his life. Even to share a bed with him.

So I gulped, took a deep breath to gain the courage to talk to him.

“Cameron is a guy I’ve been with for a while. He was a friend of a friend and after playfully annoying and challenging each other for a while, he asked me out. It was a huge thing for me to accept his proposition but I've been stupid and did. I liked the fact that I was never getting bored with him and after some time with him, I realized he could also be nice. Or at least I thought so.” I started, not really knowing what to say or how to say it.

I marked a pause, looking everywhere but at him while searching for my next words. I raised my head and my eyes stared at the ceiling, observing the huge beams decorating it. The wood was a dark brown and I could see from here that it was old and dusty but it was obvious that it was strong and solid to hold such an ancient bunker together. I felt Sam’s hand slide down my arm and I closed my eyes for a moment.

After licking my lips, I let a dark chuckle out, ready to broach the unpleasant part of this story.

“I’m sure you noticed this but I have a hard time opening up and talking about what is wrong and what is on my mind. You can ask Eva about it, I’m not always talkative or a joy to be around.” I said, my eyes finding his again. I knew that mine had darkened when I started to talk about myself and how I was functioning. And I knew I was going to be more and more distant when I was going to reach the main part. But Sam, on the other hand, didn’t change at all. He stayed close to me, one of his hands around my waist and his other one resting on my arm. His eyes still showed his genuine attention and the tension in the muscles of his face that he wasn’t totally calm yet.

“Once I was trusting him, once I felt like I could really, deeply talk to him, once I admitted that – what a mistake – I had feelings for him, he turned them against me. He used my words, my feelings, my hopes against me. He made me feel like a fool for having developed feelings for him, even more for saying them out loud, he made me feel like an idiot for trusting him. I allowed him to see parts of me I am shy to show and when he got the chance, he made fun of them, opening my unhealed wounds. I never should have trusted him in the first place, never should have thought that he was someone I could talk to. I never should have felt anything in the first place, not for him, not for anyone.” I declared, my voice harsh with anger, hate and, even if I didn’t want it, pain. I clenched my jaws, feeling my body tense with every one of my words and tried to keep my composure. I closed my eyes, unable to face Sam’s gaze on me.

“I promised myself that I would never trust a guy again, that I would never spread my feelings over the table again so this way they wouldn’t be used against me, that I would never, ever open up about my insecurities again so they wouldn’t break me even more.” I finished and took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down before confronting Sam. The last thing I wanted was to lose control of myself in front of him.

I didn’t want a look of pity, I didn’t want him to feel sorry for me or worse, that he makes fun of me for even saying this to him too. I already regretted sharing this with him. Was I bound to make the same mistake over and over? I had promised myself that I would never talk about that again, about him again and especially not to another man but here I was, letting Sam know what could hurt me, what had hurt me. I was giving him a stick to beat me with. Was I never going to learn my lesson?

When I opened my eyes again, I saw the tall hunter staring at me, his eyes darker than I had ever seen them. The colorful iris from before were completely gone, replaced by an intense pitch black. I frowned for a second, not really prepared for this kind of look and I hardly swallowed when he clenched his jaws, making it look like they were going to break. Then Sam took a step back, straightening and puffing his chest, showing how broad and strong he was. But when his hands left my body, the fire he had started inside me died with the removal of his palms, my stomach tightening.

I wanted to know what was going on inside his mind and at the same time I didn’t. I didn’t need his mocking, his disapproval or his mercy. I was already ashamed of myself, I didn’t need him to lay it on thick. I hated myself for saying all this story out loud and now that he was moving away from me, I knew I should have kept my mouth shut, I knew I should have never come here in the first place. I should have just stayed home, silent and followed the want to never speak to him again.

But the hunter turned his hands into fists, his forearms contracting and some veins appearing at the delimitation of the hems of his sleeves. I frowned again, thrown off balance by the way he was holding himself now. The heat from the previous moment was replaced by coldness as his features turned almost emotionless.

“Where does he live?” He said, his voice stern and his throat flexing. Sam wasn’t asking, more demanding, urging to know the information.

I stayed silent before him, trying to understand what this reaction meant. Why did he want to know that? What was going to happen if I revealed this information to him? Why did he look so concerned about this? Was he jealous maybe? No Emily, why would he be?

The hunter walked in front of me, his whole body stretched and tensed as if all his muscles were contracting, ready to explode and pierce through his skin. He looked like a lion in a cage, ready to jump at any chance even if, by the way the muscles of his neck tensed, he was trying to hold himself back. My back against the wall, I watched him walk around and observed his chest rising with every deep breath he took.

“Tell me his full name, where he lives and I’ll take care of his case.” He declared, his voice low with anger and a shiver of appreciation went through my body. Maybe he was angry at Cameron for what he had done to me after all and I let a tiny smile of gratitude trace my lips.

“Tell me Emily and I’ll make sure this bastard can never be with anyone again. After what he did? He can’t just get away with it. He won’t.” He growled.

“Oh he didn’t just get away with it, don’t worry about that. I made him pay for this. I didn’t just back down, I never did and never will, I made his life a living hell, I made sure to hurt him as deep as he had, as intensely. I made sure that he would never, ever hurt me again, nor anyone for that matter. He gave the first blow but certainly not the last.” I told him, my anger and old pain coming back to me. It felt like my blood had turned into lava, burning my veins but intensifying my strength. I knew I should try and calm down, otherwise the heavy, flaming ball in the hollow of my chest was going to burst out and set everything around me on fire.

“I still wanna find him and make him regret hurting you in the first place. So tell me.” The younger brother snarled and something lightened up in my chest, like a wave had taken with it the worry of Sam’s reaction and replaced it with some kind of comfort and release at his protectiveness. Even if I wanted to convince myself that it was the remains of the anger in his system, that he wasn’t really angry at Cameron but was only projecting his feelings on whoever he could, I enjoyed the idea of Sam losing his temper because someone had hurt me. The smile stayed on my lips a little at the idea and he clenched his jaw again, before turning to me.

The look he gave me, the wrath deforming his features, showed me that he was truly angry at Cameron and everything I had said about this story. With the look in his eyes, I understood that he wasn’t angry at me anymore and truly wanted to find the one who had hurt me so bad that I had promised myself to never fall into the trap of love again. And, surprisingly, it eased me. A huge, important part of me would have gladly let Sam break Cameron’s legs if he felt like it, I would even have loved to help him do so. Even if I’d had my revenge, even if I had caused him profound pain for hurting me, for playing with me, I would have loved to throw even more insults at him and hurtful words. But if I had let myself fall into the rabbit whole that was vengeance, I knew I would have had a hard time coming out of it.

So, surprising myself and the impressive man in front of me, I shook my head.

Because as much as I wanted to make him pay for what he had done to me, I knew that – unfortunately – I wouldn’t have come out of this confrontation unscathed. I knew that facing him again, giving him the possibility to inflict me more pain was something I couldn’t allow myself to feel again. And once he would have touched on a raw nerve, all the pain, anger and hate felt wouldn’t have made me hurt only him.

“Listen, I’m not saying that I don’t.. that I don’t hate him with all I have because I absolutely do and always will. And a part of me would love to let you go and do whatever you wanna do to him even if I don’t really understand why you would want to do that.” I started and Sam took a step closer to me, his hands landing on the sides of my arms.

“Because he hurt you.” He simply answered, his voice as deep as before but his eyes less dark.

At his words, my stomach turned into a knot and climbed to my throat. I felt my nose tingling and my lower eyelids felt heavier than before. I had expected many reactions from Sam if I told him this story but the desire to make Cameron pay for hurting me was something I hadn’t expected. Maybe I had hoped for it, wished for it but I had never actually expected his eyes to turn dark at the mention of another man’s name and his body to tense while hearing my foolishness. And this protective reaction warmed my heart, it made me feel safe, it gave me hope and I couldn’t allow myself to feel those things. Not anymore.

“Look, Sam. I appreciate it but we should let it go.” I said, needing to stop this conversation but he shook his head, showing me he was deeply disagreeing with me. “I don’t want to talk about it anymore, talk about him, I never should have opened my mouth on the topic in the first place. I can’t let myself think about what he did for too long, otherwise there is this rage inside me that awakes and I can’t stop myself until I hurt someone.” I explained, wondering why I couldn’t stop myself from talking and he let a breath out, the darkness in his gaze leaving completely.

“Or yourself.” He added defeat and pain in his voice. I gulped at his words and his saddened expression. I didn’t like how he was seeing right through me, how he was actually understanding me even without having to say the words. It scared me.

It felt like something had hit me in the stomach and I stayed frozen, looking at his eyes for a second. But I quickly looked away, my eyes finding the door on my side. Finding my escape.

“Sam.” I said, my voice low, and I didn’t know myself if it was a warning or a pleading. Maybe a bit of both.

But what was sure was that I didn’t want to talk about this anymore, I didn’t want to talk about this anger inside of me like it was someone on its own. We had coexisted for a long time now and I knew it was something I could – maybe should – talk about with him but I had revealed enough about myself for the night. I needed to take a break from all of this, I needed him to let it go and stop this too deep conversation. I needed things to get back to normal, to get back to the way it was, even if some could argue that before wasn’t the right way, it was the easiest. And now things were getting too serious, too emotional, I needed to take a step back from all of this. I needed to breath again.

I felt myself starting to shut, trying to find a way to cut the conversation short and just call it a night.

“Listen, let’s just call it a night. I’m tired, you had a long day and I don’t want this conversation to drag on, let’s just forget it. Forget what I said.” I said, trying to convince both of us it could be possible.

I slightly moved to the right, showing that I wanted to leave but in a more gentle way than the last time I had tried to escape him. I was feeling stupid for letting all of this out, stupid for telling him all this about me and I needed to be alone now. I needed to be by myself before things got out of my control.

But when Sam understood my intention of leaving, he quickly cupped my face in his huge, warm hands. His palms on my cheeks made my intestine into a knot and my heart sped up. I wasn’t even looking at him and yet I knew my cheeks were burning.

“No, wait, listen to me.” Sam started and I continued to stare at the door. The hunter used his hands to make me turn my gaze to him but I refused, I couldn’t face him anymore. “Look at me.” He simply said, his voice calm but firm. It wasn’t an order nor a question, more like a request but even if a part of me wanted to meet his intense hazel eyes, I knew it was far from a good idea, I couldn’t meet his gaze anymore.

So, I took a step back and shook my head. I couldn’t be there anymore, with the tall man knowing all those things about me.

“No, I have to go.” I firmly said and before the hunter could add or do anything, I extricated myself from his proximity, from his scent and his spell. He had gotten from me some confessions despite myself and it never should have happened.

When nine feet separated me from him, it felt like I could breath a bit better. But it was still wasn’t enough and I needed real fresh air to properly think again and certainly not the potential pity in Sam’s eyes.

Oh god, I didn’t want pity.

I quickly hurried to the door, my feet taking action before my brain could make me do it but before my hand could grab the handle, I felt something warm catching my arm. I understood it was Sam’s hand when I felt fingers closing around it and I tried to free my arm from his grip.

“Emily, wait.” He started when he tried to bring me to him. But the last thing I wanted was to wait. The last thing I wanted was to stay. I just needed air and space. And I needed to see the stars, it had been such a long time since I had seen the stars.

“Let me go!” I quickly shouted and the hunter tried to make me turn around and look at him. I refused and jerked my arm away from him in a sharp movement. Sam let go of my arm as if my skin had burned him and I used this moment to slam open the door.

Once it was open, it felt like the hallway was welcoming me with open arms, offering me the exit like a gift, like a blessing. I rushed away from the training room, ignoring Sam’s yells telling me to come back, telling me to wait. I didn’t want to listen to him, I couldn’t. Everything he could tell me would be useless, would be too much, would only be fuel to my already loud mind with thoughts. I only needed fresh air to make this weight on my heart disappear. I needed to see the stars and let this painful feelings in my veins go.

“Emily, please!” I heard Sam’s shouts echoing in the corridor and I only fastened my steps.

Clenching my jaws together, I followed the hallways to find a way out of this vast tiled maze.

I considered knocking on her bedroom’s door to ask her for her jacket, for the car keys so I could simply go home and never come back to this place. But she would ask questions, she would wonder why, she would make me talk or at least want to and I didn’t want any of that, I didn’t need any of that. So I sighed, turned my hands into fists and headed to the exit of this place.

Slowly, Sam’s calls stared to faint as I reached the library. The lights were still on, the duffles bags too and I spotted Sam’s jacket resting on a table. Some bits and parts of the previous events of the night came back to me as I saw his brown clothe on the furniture and my lips tingled at the memory of his on mines. I shook my head, desperately trying to erase this memory, this feeling, him completely but his eyes stayed on my mind.

I took a deep breath, trying to regain my thoughts, my calm, my control and walked to the table in searched for Eva’s jacket. But after walking around the table, I didn’t find to and cursed under my breath.

Climbing the steps two by two, I quickly arrived at the large metal door. I opened it and made my way through the cars in the garage before opening the door to my freedom.

Once outside, I felt like I could finally breath. I took a large portion of air and kept it in my lungs for a moment, trying to ease my mind with oxygen, trying to cool my blood down with the swelling of my chest. Then I let the air slowly escape and I closed my eyes, trying to calm my whole being down. I took another deep breath, clenched my fists a bit harder before loosing up my grip and letting the oxygen out again.

Everything was so calm, quiet, and sleepy. Fortunately for me, it was not so dark and I allowed myself to walk on the road, guided by the stars and illuminated by the moon.

Staying still for a moment, I felt the cold air of January land on my face and cool my burning cheeks. I welcomed the chilly feeling and raised my head before opening my eyes again.

My pupils didn’t even need to adjust to the darkness of the night as the moon illuminated everything around me. The forest ahead wasn’t that dark and scary even if it was still a forest. The road was a dark gray and it looked like it had rained. I realized I had indeed smelled something close to a wet pavement when I went out. I turned around and a ray of the moon fell on the rusty door I had closed a few seconds before.

I walked for a few minutes until I found a small hillock and decided to climb on it. As much as I wanted to walk for an hour or more and even if the moon was kindly lightening the area, I still wasn’t reassured to walk in the forest, especially at night. So when I arrived on top of the small hill, I sat down and looked at the sky, not caring if my neck was gonna hurt after too long.

There, sitting in the cold and wet grass, my hands resting behind me and my eyes staring at the beautiful sky overlooking me, I welcomed the burning cold air surrounding me. I hoped that the chill could freeze everything, from time to my thoughts, from my very body to my feelings. I took a deep breath and felt the coldness of the air filling my lungs.

I let out a loud sigh, closing my eyes, as the million questions ran in my head and hardly turning my hands into fists as the coldness of the season was freezing my muscles and my joints. When I opened my eyes again, it looked like the moon was glowing more brightly than before and I felt something light inside my chest, as if she had actually heard my silent thoughts and was answering to me in her own way.

Not caring about the Winter’s breeze surrounding me, I admired the stars, the constellations with many names I never knew, the milky-way creating a bright and calm path I wish I could take, the beautiful moon guiding me through it, giving me the answers to the questions I hadn’t even asked yet. I hoped that she would give me the answers to the questions I was asking myself at this very moment.

Had it really been a good idea to talk to Sam about Cameron or should I have shut my mouth once again? Was he really jealous and mad at him or was my mind imagining the reaction I secretly hoped for? Did I make a fool of myself once again or was Sam genuinely concerned about me and this story? Could I truly trust him with those information about me or was I being stupid again? What did this kiss mean? Had he felt the same thing as I had? What did tonight mean for us? Were they even an us?

I admired her brightness before a strong, freezing gust of wind slapped me in the face as if in order to wake me up and pull me from my thoughts. I instantly wrapped my arms around myself to keep as much warmth as I could and looked one last time at the beautiful moon as if she had been the one creating it. I let a small chuckle out at the thought, amused to imagine the hypnotizing moon listening to my concerns.

I stared at her for a moment, shining above me like a secret confident, and making me come back on Earth despite herself. Once I felt calm and my fingers were cold, I nodded and got up, walking back to the damn secret bunker.

Eva’s POV :

Not wanting to waste time, I quickly walked to my assigned bedroom and put Dean’s and I’s dirty clothes on the floor. I searched my bag on the bed for the clothes I used as pajamas. Once I found my old t-shirt and sweatpants, I put them on the side of my bag and undid the towel around my body. I quickly dried my body, not really caring if some drops of water remained on it under the clothes. I wanted to go to Dean’s room as soon as possible. So I rapidly put the clothes on and threw the towel on the perfectly-done bed.

I turned around, ready to leave the room when I spotted Dean’s bloody flannel on the floor and I gulped at the sight. I was going to find a way to get rid of the blood, in order to clean those clothes so he could wear them again without being constantly reminded of what had happened the last time he had worn them. Until then, I grabbed them and placed them in the sink of the room. Letting some water fall on them so the blood wouldn’t dry and be even harder to get rid of.

Once the dirty clothes were dripping, I walked to the door and closed it behind me, stepping into the hallway.

With each step towards Dean’s room, my heart beat faster and my stomach tightened. The worry and concern growing with every meter I traveled, I took a deep breath when I found myself in front of his door and softly knocked twice on it. Once again, Dean didn’t say anything but I knew that he was already in the room thanks to the light under the door.

Silently, I opened the door and spotted him sitting on his bed. His tensed back against the headboard, his hands crossed on his lap, his shoulders high and his gaze focused on the wall. Lost in his mind, the hunter didn’t see or hear me entering the room so I took a moment to look at him. He looked less crushed by sadness and guilt but something had definitely replaced them, the way he was holding himself, his rigid body, showed a new emotion. I didn’t know if it was resignation or if a vicious circle had started inside his heart, making him self-flagellate about the events of the night. But no matter what he was feeling at this moment, I didn’t like the look of it.

Taking a little breath, I closed the door, facing him, and put my back against it.

“Hi…” I whispered, not wanting to break the bubble of the night or the rest of the one we had created in the bathroom.

Dean suddenly turned his head towards me, almost surprised to see me standing in his room. I had definitely broken his trail of thoughts. My palms pressed against the wooden door, I offered him a kind smile and his body language changed again. The tension left his body for a second, his shoulders lowering a little. His face was stern like he wasn’t allowing himself to show any emotions but his eyes betrayed him and I caught a glimpse of defeat in them.

It was becoming harder and harder to not just hold him forever.

“Hey…” He said, his voice as loud as mine. He gave me a quick side smile and looked back at the wall and his hands.

Still looking at him, I quietly walked to the bed. Dean had left some space so I could take place next to him and I did. Pushing the cover away, I sat next to the hunter and put the blanket back on my lap once I was settled. Dean glanced at me when I did but he quickly looked at the furniture in his room when I turned my head towards him. The more I waited the more I feared he wasn’t going to open up to me for the rest of the night. I was afraid of this heavy silence in the room, afraid that it was only a way for Dean to hide how loud it was in his mind.

I continued to stare at the hunter, wanting to ask so many questions but he was still looking ahead of him, his jaws clenching every now and then. I watched his eyes wandering on the bed and his brows furrowing, every second passing increasing the clearly bleak thoughts running in his head.

“What are you thinking about?” I tried, my voice calm, hiding the worry in my stomach.

Dean closed his eyes for a second, his jaw tensing and he sighed. Just by looking at him, I knew it was both the right and the wrong question to ask. He blinked, straightening a little and I tried to understand if he wanted me to push to know or if I should have let the topic go. But for the second time that night I decided to follow my instinct and turned to him, my knee brushing his. Even when I turned to him, Dean still didn’t look at me, deciding to lock his mind to me.

“Talk to me…” I asked softly and it looked like he was starting to surrender, his shoulders slightly lowering and his tongue wetting his lips.

“Eva…” He sighed, closing his eyes and shaking his head at me.

Maybe it was selfish of me but I wanted to know what he could possibly think about or was telling himself to look so defeated, angry even. I refused to let him lock himself in his mind, to let him alone with his thoughts. Whatever those were. So, I gently took his left hand in mines and gave it a squeeze. The hunter finally looked at me and I offered him a smile, hoping that it would help.

Then, I moved a little and I lay down next to him. Dean looked at me, no words coming out of his mouth and I tugged at his hand, indicating him to follow and imitate my movements. Thankfully, the hunter understood and after looking at me from above for a second, he put his shoulders on the mattress.

Facing the ceiling, Dean bite his tongue, probably trying to suppress himself from talking. I hated the idea. I wanted him to be able to talk without restrain, to share his thoughts without fear. He had been comfortable enough with me to allow me to take care of him under the shower head and all I wanted was for him to feel this comfortable in his bed. But with every second passing, he still wasn’t talking.

“Tell me…” I whispered and he gulped.

As I understood he wasn’t going to reply anything, I searched for his right arm under the covers. When I found it, I brought it towards me and he twitched his head my way, surprised by my touch. I tugged at his arm all the way to me so he had no other choice but to face me. The hunter stared at me for a moment and I offered him a kind smile.

His forearm slipped from my hands as he brought it back against his side, making himself comfortable in the bed, his head resting against the pillow facing me. Dean looked at me in silence and I took the time to study his face inches from mine. The turned on lights on the nightstands created the perfect shadows and warm lights to illuminate his features. My eyes dared on his cheeks and forehead and I was glad to not spot any traces of blood anymore. There were still some traces of a fight, a hint of a bruise on his right cheekbone and I gulped at the sight. It was a minor injury but I still didn’t like to see a scratch on him.

Without even realizing it, my eyes fell on his plump lips and I felt my stomach tightening for a second at the memory of the feeling of them on mines. The water falling on us and the warmth of his mouth connecting with mine.

“I’m sorry you had to see me like this.” Dean’s voice brought me back on earth and I blinked, his words making it to my brain. “It shouldn’t have happened.”

His gaze fell on the covers, avoiding my eyes. Even if he wasn’t looking at me, I could see by his eyebrows that he was truly sorry, even mad at him, that he meant his words. I shifted a little, pressing my hand in front of my face to lower the pillow. This way I could have a better look at him.

“Don’t be. Really Dean, there is nothing to be sorry about here. And honestly? I’m…glad and flattered that you trust me enough to let me see you like this.” I said and he looked back at me, searching my eyes.

It was the truth. I was almost honored that the hunter had allowed me to see him in such a state, late alone let me help him. I felt privileged even though seeing him so crushed had broken my heart.

Dean clenched his jaws, his eyes darkening and a frown forming on his never-rested forehead.

“But still, it shouldn’t have happened. I never should have let it get to me this way, I never should have broken down this way, especially not in front of you.” He started, his voice hardening with every word, like if anger was growing inside him and reaching his vocal chords. “I’m a man. I’m a hunter. I was born and raised into this, and I know how to deal with deaths on a case. I’m supposed to be used to this, to failing someone, cases go wrong all the damn time. And I’ve been taught how to act in situations like those, how to face it like a man and certainly not whine like a baby, sobbing in a bathroom wit-”

“Stop.” I firmly interrupted him. Surprisingly, the hunter stopped talking, mouth half-opened as if he was astonished by my tone.

I refused to let him talk this way about him, I refused to let him limit himself to what he had been taught to be. I couldn’t let him flagellate himself for what had happened, for letting me see him in such a vulnerable state. There was truly nothing wrong with the way he had acted and I couldn’t bear the idea of him regretting it. As for what he was ‘supposed to be’ and how he was ‘supposed to act’, I was sad that those seemed practically rooted in him. And I wanted to do everything I could to break those clichés.

“Dean, stop. Don’t beat yourself up for what happened tonight because there is no reason to.” I started and I could see in his eyes that he wasn’t agreeing with me. So I put my hand on his right bicep, letting my fingers caress his skin in an easing gesture, hoping that it would help make myself heard.

“Being sad, hurt and moved doesn’t make you less of a man, Dean. Being affected, angry and pained by a case like this one doesn’t make you less of a hunter either. Actually, it’s kind of reassuring that it doesn’t leave you emotionless. You’re not just your job, Dean. You don’t have to be a strong, tough hunter all the time.” I said and emotions were reaching Dean’s face again. The pain and disappointment of the night reappeared. But the hunter continued to look at me, attentively listening to my words. It made me a bit anxious for a moment but I continued.

“You know, showing emotions, showing that you care about people and what happens to them doesn't make you weak. It makes you human and that's the best thing you could ever be. Not a hunter, not a vessel, not a weapon or a soldier, just yourself. Dean Winchester.” I explained and his face softened. Some wrinkles appeared on his forehead, his eyebrows moving towards each other. His eyes stayed focused on mine and I couldn’t tell if he was relieved by my words or if he was still debating on believing them.

The older Winchester gulped, his Adam’s apple bumping in his throat. Dean looked at me in the eyes and once again it felt like he was piercing through them and was looking at my very soul. I stared back and his look was serious, it was focused but I discerned what could look like hope. It was a beautiful thing on him. It eased his features, making his face lighter but there was still a hint of uncertainty that furrowed his eyebrows.

“Do you mean it?” He asked, his voice steady and serious. Like he truly needed to know if I was being honest with him. If I wasn’t lying to him just to make him feel better. I understood his worries and even if I would have done everything I could to comfort him, I wasn’t going to lie to him.

“Everything you said to me tonight, do you mean it?” He asked again as I hadn’t answered.

I looked at Dean for a moment, my eyes daring from his left one to the other. Before answering, I wanted to make sure that he would see by himself that I was sincere. So, when our eyes locked and I watched the green orbs begging me to answer, I did.

“Yes. I mean it one hundred percent.” I said and I felt the air shift around us.

Dean let out a small breath, as in order to get all his thoughts, his doubts, his beliefs out. The strong and stern mask fell off his face and his eyebrows relaxed. He looked calmer than before, still a bit unsure, astounded even. Dean stared at me for a few seconds, searching my eyes for a last attempt of finding lies but he wasn’t going to find any. So, once he made sure I was completely honest with him, his eyes fell on my lips, staring for a moment then they met my eyes again.

Without saying a word, he moved closer to me and, his green orbs piercing my soul, he leaned in. His nose bumped into mine making me want to chuckle at this but I didn’t have time to do anything before his lips urgently met mine. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of his mouth pressing against mine and the strength he was putting into this kiss.

Dean and I had kissed several times already, but when he slightly pulled back to take some air and almost immediately pressed his lips against mine again – barely giving me time to catch my breath – I knew where this one was heading.

Dean abruptly grabbed the back of my knee and brought my left leg against him, letting it rest around his waist, confirming my thoughts. I gasped against his mouth at the sudden movement but enjoyed it when he used this space to bring his body closer to mine. His warm hand resting against my thigh awoke something in my stomach and I let my left hand leave his bicep to rest against his cheek. Raising my head to better kiss him, Dean turned his to right so he could have a better access to my mouth, his tongue teasing my lips.

My hand caressed his soft cheek, pressing against his neck to bring his face even closer to mine, deepening our kiss. I already felt myself take bigger breaths from my nose and my body wanting to press against his.

Like magnets.

While we explored each other’s mouths, Dean’s hand slid up my leg, caressed my ass-cheek, pressing his palm a bit harder on it to let me feel his touch. Then, his lips still pressed against mines, his hand found my pelvis and he strongly pushed against the bone to make me lay on my back. Dean didn’t waste a second and took place between my legs, my left one still pressed against his waist, and I bent the other to mirror the position. I let my other hand reach his left cheek and cupped his face between my hands, bringing his lips as close as possible to mine. Then I let my fingers through his hair and I felt him lower his body to press it against mine, his stomach resting on mine.

Dean lips were still connecting with mine, losing but finding each other over and over. The kisses became slower but longer, as if the rush of the first ones were dissipating and leaving room for more patience, more longing. Dean’s hand moved from my pelvis and found its way under my t-shirt, his warm palm stroking my side and when he reached my breast he stopped, his fingers caressing the line under it. My chest was covered in goosebumps and I closed my eyes even more at the feeling of his hand on my skin, my nipples hardening.

He stopped kissing me for a moment and my lips chased his, needing to feel his mouth pressed against mine again. But the green-eyed man didn’t give me this pleasure, straightening instead. I tried to bring him back to me but his neck muscles were stronger than my hands around it as he broke free from them, sitting between my parted legs. Already missing his warmth, I stared at him, wondering what he was up to.

Then, he grabbed the back of his gray t-shirt and got rid of the clothe. I had seen Dean shirtless an hour ago but it was as if I was seeing his body under a brand new light. The orange light glowed on his torso revealing the muscles hidden under his soft skin. His shoulders were impressive, strong and defined. He threw his t-shirt away, his bicep contracting and I realized I had my hand on it a few minutes ago. Dean wasn’t sturdy but he was no less powerful. The years of hunting, training, fighting had made him develop muscles in all his body but his flesh and smooth skin was enveloping them, hiding the strength of his body until he had to show it.

The more I looked at him the more I adored his body. How could a man be so perfect?

Dean watched me take a shaky breath at the sight and – probably appreciating my reaction – leaned on me again. I immediately wrapped my arms around his shoulders, keeping him against me. His lips fell on mine and my mouth was already opened for him. My tongue meeting his, Dean slipped his hand back under my t-shirt, his palm pressed against my skin and I felt the roughness of his fingertips tracing my spine. His lips left mine for a moment to land on my jaw and I closed my eyes, caressing his hair.

Then, he suddenly wrapped his arms around me and brought me to him, making me sit in front of him in a swift movement. I held on his shoulders in order to not fall and let a small scream escape in surprise. Dean smiled against my skin and he lowered his head to put several kisses on my neck, making me let my head fall back, earning a long sigh of pleasure out of my mouth. The older Winchester moved his head away from my neck and made me look back at him, placing a hand behind my head. I opened my eyes again and watched him study my face for a second. Then he released me a little, allowing some space between us and his hands grabbed the hem of my t-shirt.

His hands not holding me anymore, I felt myself attracted to the mattress again and tightened my grip on his shoulders to not fall. Dean smiled and my stomach tightened in a pleasant knot. He moved my t-shirt up and I reluctantly let go of him. Dean removed my cloth and I felt myself fall backwards but before my back could hit the bed, his warm palms found it. The freckled man gently laid me down and once I was resting on the bed, he pulled away, sitting on his ankles again.

Resting shirtless against the sheet, I felt my whole body blushing. I had felt self-conscious in the bathroom but at this moment, I felt exposed. A tiny part of me wanted to grab the covers and hide my naked chest but when Dean’s hands rested on my waist, his thumbs tracing circles on my skin, I knew I was safe. I knew I could let myself go and Dean would join me in the fall.

My body relaxed under his touch and, amazed, I stared at the man sitting between my thighs. His chest was starting to fill with air more rapidly and the shade of his eyes turned into a darker green. Dean licked his lips and let a long sigh out.

“I didn’t tell you earlier but… God, you’re beautiful…” He declared and I slightly shook my head even though I was relieved by his words.

The most handsome man I had the chance to touch was telling me he found me beautiful and the only thing I could think of was how much he was.

“No, you… you are, Dean.” I said, my hands reaching for his belly. “You are stunning.” I breathed and he offered me an appreciative smile.

I slowly let my hands run on his stomach, tracing the lines of his skin and caressing his freckles. Dean gently squeezed the flesh of my sides and my palms flattened against his belly, pushing a little until I felt his abs. I let a smile appear on my lips and grabbed his waist to bring him back against me, needing to feel his naked chest on mine. But Dean didn’t budge, letting a light chuckle out when I frowned. I needed to have him close to me again and he was refusing it, holding my pelvis against the mattress and making me use more strength to try and make him come back.

So, I pushed against his elbows, making them bend and I trusted Dean enough for him to catch himself before crushing me. And he did, letting a huff out. Once he was close to me again, I grabbed his face and pulled him into another kiss, my lips crashing against his. I felt him groan against my mouth and I smiled into the kiss, caressing his hair and going down on his shoulders. Then, in a sudden movement, Dean’s hand reached for my sweatpants trying to push it down while I was still laying. The hurry in which he was made me kiss him even harder and when he realized he couldn’t get me out of the cloth as rapidly as he wanted, he straightened, making me slightly whimper at his loss.

Dean grabbed my pants and tugged at it, making me raise my legs to get it off my ankles and throwing the clothe somewhere in the room. I let a little laugh out at the scene but he immediately cut me off by pressing his lips against mine. I felt his tongue begging for entrance and I let him, feeling him fighting against his own sweatpants. Once the clothe was out of the way, Dean kissed me more slowly, taking his time again, pressing his naked torso flush against mine. My legs found their way back against his sides and he lowered his hips, making his crotch touch mine. I let out a moan at the feeling, my body raising on its own to meet his, wanting to feel every inches of him.

The feeling of his torso brushing my breasts, of his hands caressing my sides, of his lips catching mine, all of this set my body on fire. Grinding against each other, our parts pressing against each others, I let a long sigh of pleasure escape. The more we kissed, the more he moved against me, his body rubbing against mine, the more our respective arousal showed : my panties became wetter and his boxers became tighter.

Then Dean moved his head, his kisses landing on my neck, making me throw my head backwards. Leaving wet kisses all the way to my breasts, I let out a loud moan when his plump lips wrapped around my nipple. Putting my hand through his hair, I closed my eyes when his tongue flattened on the sensible nub. I had worried all night about whether Dean was going to find my small breasts to his liking or not but the way he was enjoying leaving open-mouth kisses on them made all my doubts disappear.

“Dean…” I breathed out, hands grasping his hair and shoulders and I felt him smile against my skin.

I tightened my legs around him at the feeling and tried to bring his face back to mine. Letting go of my breast, I urgently guided him to me, my lips cold from the lack of his. Dean immediately kissed me again and I used my legs to bring his crotch against mine again; feeling the hard line in his boxer pressing against my clit, I let a shaky breath out. Then Dean’s hand found my panties, trying to pull it down until I grabbed his wrist, making him stop.

“Dean, wai-wait…” I sighed and he immediately stopped, his hand letting go of my underwear as fast as possible. I enjoyed for a second the speed with which he had listened to me, showing once again what a trusting and good man he was.

Dean raised his head, his worried and confused green eyes finding me. I melted at how concerned he was and gently caressed his cheek.

“What?” He softly asked, a bit out of breath, his lips swollen.

I didn’t want to worry him, nor completely stop our activities, far from it. But the night had been rough on him, he had been angry and sad and had felt guilty all night. I just wanted, I needed, to make sure he was one hundred percent himself, that if I was going to give him all me, he was going to give me the same. So I licked my lips, tasting him on them, and held eye contact with him.

“Are you sure?” I asked softly and after frowning for a moment, Dean relaxed, probably understanding why I was asking him. A hint of a smile appeared on his handsome face and he nodded.

“I am if you are.” He answered and I knew we weren’t going to stop anymore. I wasn’t going to stop him, he wouldn’t put an end to it either and we were just going to finally give in to our desire.

Emily’s POV :

Once I had opened the door and made sure no one – Sam – was around, I hurried to my bedroom. A part of me had wanted to pass in front of the training room, just to check if he was still there, see if he was waiting for me in this room, see if he was working out too. But I had quickly erased those thoughts from my mind, deciding to head to my bedroom instead, locking the door behind me and trying as quickly as possible to fall asleep so this day, this night would finally be over.

Unfortunately, after thirty minutes that felt like hours, I still couldn’t get a glimpse of tiredness in my body. My mind was still racing, the thoughts never stopping, my body never aching for sleep, my eyes staying wide open against my will. I turned around on the mattress, desperately trying to find a comfortable position to fall asleep in, moving up and away the covers over and over. I tried almost everything but nothing worked and I stayed wide awake in the bed, staring at the ceiling.

Since I clearly couldn’t sleep, I thought about everything I could do to pass time and make my brain stop from thinking, wondering. I thought about doing some workout but it would have been better to do it in the training room and it was the last place I wanted to be. A hunter could still be there and it held too many memories and feelings for the night. I thought about cleaning this room but I didn’t have much to tidy and nothing to actually clean, so I quickly gave up the idea. I thought about watching some videos, a tv show, a movie or even listening to ASMR on my phone but without any surprise it had run out of power and I hadn’t taken my phone charger with me. I could have asked Eva for hers but I didn’t want to bother her or wake her up.

Then I thought about reading a book. Reading had always been a shelter, a way to both pass time and stop thinking. It helped me forget and make me focus on someone else’s story, someone else’s life. Once I was reading nothing could reach me anymore, my feelings were focused on those of the characters and I often didn’t hear the people talking to me when I had my nose in a book. So I quickly got up and headed to my belongings resting on the small desk of the room. I looked into my backpack to find the book I was currently reading but let out a frustrated sigh when I didn’t find it in.

Another thing I had forgotten at home.

I cursed under my breath, starting to be really annoyed with myself. I always took a book with me, whenever I went even when I knew perfectly well that I wouldn’t have time to read it. I just always took one with me. Some people always have tissues in their bags or a lighter, I always had a book. But for whatever reason, this time, I hadn’t taken it with me.

Did this man ever rested?

I sighed, closing my eyes and resting against the desk for a second, wondering why things never worked out the way it should. And why that night seemed to be my night. When I opened them back I scanned the room, searching for a random book forgotten on a shelf or one fallen under the bed but there weren’t any. Then it came back to me that I was in a place holding one of the biggest private library I had ever seen. And I assumed the brothers wouldn't have minded if I had gone there and borrowed one of the many they owned. Maybe they wouldn't even notice if one was missing.

Carefully, I opened the door and scanned the hallway from left to right to see if anyone was up and wandering in the corridors but fortunately, no one was around. I quickly tiptoed to the library, already wondering what book I could steal from them. A classic novel would have done the job even if I was sure one of the books full of spells written in Latin would have made me fall asleep more quickly.

The tiles felt cold under my feet and I hurried my pace to get there more quickly and go back under the comfy covers of my bed. But the Bunker was a wide place and even after a few times staying at their place, it still felt like I could get lost in there. But I had a great sense of orientation and had also came up with some landmarks to look for in case I get lost, like the broken corner after the door number three, or the stain of paint on one of the lights on a wall.

Walking pass the empty and dark kitchen, I realized we hadn't eaten the diner Eva and I had cooked for all of us but I guessed none of us were really in the mood for food. Turning right, I headed to the library and was a bit surprised when I perceived light coming from the room. Maybe it was one of those place where the lights were constantly turned on or maybe it had simply been forgotten. I didn’t really mind some lights in this dark underground place. Back to the apartment, the shutters were always opened so the street lights could illuminate our place at night, it was reassuring to be able to see in the rooms and I didn’t want to imagine what it would look like in the Bunker when all the lamps were turned off, leaving this place in pitch black at anytime of the day. But when I passed the door and started to take the small stairs, I understood why it was lightened. Because I saw him.

Sam.

Sitting at one of the tables, his back turned to me, his laptop wide opened on what looked like the website of a newspaper. My eyebrows furrowed as I wondered what he could be doing reading news at this time of the night but when I moved a bit on the right I managed to read a few words on the screen: 'missing man in Minnesota'.

He had just finished a case and was already looking for a new one. Was this human a work-alcoholic or did he just never slept and optimized his time as much as he could? I wondered if Sam was always the one looking for and finding cases or if his brother also searched for unusual deaths. But I also asked myself if doing researches was a way for him to keep his mind quiet like reading and working did for me.

His face half-turned to me, letting me glimpse his nose, his right side and his eyebrow slightly arched as he asked the question. But the tone he had used was different than the ones he was usually using. The usual polite and nice one. This tone was more neutral and it felt like he was asking me if I needed something and wanted to know the answer so he could get rid of me as quickly as possible. Like he was running out of patience. Like I was bothering him with my very presence. And when he turned his head a bit more, his hair falling on the side allowing me to see his eyebrow even more, it looked like he was actually pissed off.

My eyes wandered to the hunter again. He was wearing another shirt than the one had all night, this one was a long sleeved black shirt that clung way too perfectly to his back, revealing his defined trapezius muscles. I gulped at the sight, trying to prevent myself as much as I could to imagine what his back could look like without clothes on. I slightly shook my head to stop my unwanted thoughts and when I looked at him again I noticed his hair were a bit damped, some drop falling from the ends of his hair and landing on his shirt, darkening the fabric. I hated how much I was appreciating the view and wondered why his hair were wet. Was it sweat? Had he work out after I had left? Was there a reason behind his practice of sports? Or was this fluid water? Maybe he had taken a shower? Was it after working out? Or did he just need one?

"Yes?" Sam's voice interrupted my thoughts, making me jump a little.

That was when I got my answer. I never should have talked about Cameron to Sam. I never should have come to the library. I never should have get closer to Sam. I never should have started to accept this tiny, warm feeling in my chest. I never should have accepted to go to the Bunker.

I scoffed at his annoyed air and raised my eyebrows before taking a step back, ready to leave this goddamn place.

“Nothing.” I coldly answered.

I didn’t need this. It was already embarrassing enough that I had opened up to him about this part of my life and I would have hated to see pity in his eyes but being pissed at me wasn’t something I had expected. Maybe he just didn’t want to hear about this after all, about me, and it had ruined his night to hear me complain.

Hearing about my experiences was annoying him? Fine, he wasn’t going to know more about me then.

I turned around, ready to leave this room and his irritating face, no matter if I didn’t have a book to help me pass the time, I would have find something anyway. I would have went outside the second the sun was up or I would have sneaked into Eva’s room for the car key’s; I would have rather woke her up and answer to her questions than stay in this room with him any longer.

I walked a bit and went down the three little steps before I heard him again.

“You can stay.” He marked a pause. “If you want.”

Without my consent, my body stopped moving and I froze at the stairs. My mind told me to just leave and go to my room, to get away from him and his insufferable face but my legs refused to work and made me stay there, my back turned to him and my feet glued to the floor.

Why wasn’t I leaving already?

Sam was like an anchor. Holding me in place once he got a grip on me, his words the iron chain wrapping itself around my mind and body, trying to bring me closer to him and when I try to break free from these shackles, one of my hands desperately holds it, not wanting to let go, as if he was also able to bring me back to the surface. I hated this feeling.

As if in a way to prove myself that he didn’t have any effect on me, I turned around, the embers remaining of my previous encounter with him slowly catching fire again. And when I met his eyes, his hazel orbs starring at me, I felt something squeeze my heart. The way I couldn’t properly read this man was truly starting to get on my nerves. One second he looked utterly opened and all ears to anything I would say but in this moment I didn’t even know if he wanted me to stay or if he was just being polite. I would have rather him tell me to leave if he didn’t want me here, at least I would have been able to get angry at him, scream a little and it would have been a good way to simply leave this place. Especially after such a stupid revelation from me. God, why did I keep making a fool of myself with this man?

“Really? Because right now it looks like I’m really pissing you off.” I exclaimed, my tone harsh while I glared at him.

The hunter simply sighed and it annoyed me even more. He let a hand run through his goddamn hair and some locks fell back in front of his eyes, adding pressure to my chest. Then he clenched his jaws and I wanted to yell at him to stop doing this, to stop looking like this, to stop getting confessions out of me and stop pissing me off. I wanted to run away from him forever but he kept catching me and bringing me back to him.

“You don’t.” He breathed out but something in his voice told me it was half-true. “I don’t want to start another fight with you, I’m just saying that you can do whatever you wanted to do before you realized I was there” He said, his tone a bit more tired that it had been before.

He quickly turned away, starring at his computer again and I frowned. He had stopped arguing way more quickly than I would have expected and even though he had just told me he didn’t want to argue again, he sounded like he actually didn’t have the strength to. But the younger brother didn’t give me more than that as he start to tap away on his keyboard again.

It irritated me the way he was casually going back to yet another case, not even caring about what I could possibly be doing in the library at this time of the night. But as he had just said, I was free to do what I had came here to do and it was certainly not him who was gonna prevent me from reading. I didn’t owe him anything, I was as welcome here as Eva was and if he truly didn’t care, he wasn’t going to be bothered by me borrowing a book.

“Whatever.” I replied before heading to the bookshelves.

Once in front of the many books, I realized most of the Men Of Letters’ books were about the supernatural beings and the discovery they had made about this world. Unfortunately, it wasn’t the kind of bedtime reading I was into so I moved from this bookshelf seeking a novel that would catch my eyes.

“What did you want?” I heard Sam ask behind me and my mouth was faster than my brain as I answered.

“Nothing.”

I knew it wasn’t the right answer as Sam’s sigh behind me. I held myself back from turning around and asking him once and for all what his problem was and continued to look at endless lines of books in front of me. From Tolstoy to Stendhal, a lot of classics were present on the shelves but none of them drew my attention. All of these books I told myself to read one day were right in front of me but the only thing I could focus on was this familiar tension forming in the silence of the room. I wonder if he felt it too, if this heavy air was landing and sticking on his skin too. But I also, in spite of myself, wondered what he was thinking about. I knew for sure that he wasn’t looking at me because I always had this warm feeling in my back when he did. But I still wanted to know what he was thinking about. About what I was looking for maybe? Or was the kiss turning in his head again and again too? Or maybe he was remembering the case. The case… With everything that had happened, I had totally forgot about this hunt. Maybe working on a new one was his way to get over the one that had went wrong then.

Standing in front of the many edges, I closed my eyes for a moment, biting my tongue in order to prepare myself to break this heavy silence. Then, taking a deep breath, I asked.

“What are you working on?” My voice still a bit irritated by the night but I hoped he would catch the glimpse of care in it too.

“Nothing.” He simply answered, his voice shutting the discussion down.

Of course. He was mimicking my answers. If he didn’t wanna talk, fine, but I hoped he didn’t want for me to ask him again, I had said and put my pride aside enough for the night. And in this moment I was doing everything in my power to not tell him to forget everything and how much he was getting on my nerves. But of he wanted the silent treatment, I wasn’t going to be the one to make the first move. I was gonna take a random book and leave.

My eyes stopped on a green cover and as my fingers reached it, I heard his voice again, the warm sound skimming my ears.

“I’m trying to find another case to work.” He declared, and I froze for a second, surprised that he broke the silence.

I thought about leaving his sentence without any answer from me but I couldn’t act like I didn’t care about that, about him working on a new case after this obviously pretty rough one. And truth was I didn’t really know what to say about the one they had just finished. Sam had already told everything I needed to know to understand that this hunt had been far from a win. And it was now even more clear that searching for a new case to work on was his way to cope with the death of the night, but he still hadn’t mentioned how he actually felt about it.

It was the truth and I hoped that it could lead to Sam sharing with me his perception on it.

So, shutting my eyes tight for a moment, taking a silent breath to calm my still present desire to get angry at him, I answered.

“I’m sorry for the way this case went.”

“Yeah, me too.” He simply said, a bit of sadness in his voice and I regretted a bit how I had simply left him in the training room when maybe he was gonna talk to me about the case afterwards. But, despite everything, I still wanted to know if he was okay, if he needed to let it out about the case, about the kid, because as much as he was seriously getting up my nose, I also didn’t want him to feel like he wouldn’t be listened by me, even if I hadn’t proved it him very well.

“I just hope he isn’t beating himself up too much for tonight. I know cases like those tend to be pretty delicate and guilt-inducing for him.” Sam added and I frowned for a second, wondering what he was talking about. But then I understood he was talking about Dean who had came home covered in blood and something warmed my heart a little despite myself when I realized Sam was worrying about his big brother.

When I understood Sam wasn’t going to add anything else, I slowly turned around, the green book in my hands keeping them busy. Sam was still sitting at the table and even though his computer was still opened in front of him, he wasn’t looking at the screen anymore. His eyes were lost on the table in front of him, his pupils going from left to right, as though his mind was racing and he took a breath making his chest puff. His forehead bearing the marks of his worry as some familiar wrinkles appeared on it.

“I’m sure Eva is handling it just fine.” I told him and I meant it. If someone could give Dean comfort, I was sure it would be her. It had required all her strength to not just run to him during Sam’s story and I didn’t doubt that she had hugged the older brother one way or another at some point. We hadn’t check on either of them but I guessed that if Dean had been physically hurt and bleeding to death, Eva would have screamed for us to come and help him.

“Yeah… I hope so…” Sam sighed, breaking my thoughts and I watched him run a hand through his hair.

Once he had messed his hair, he let a long sigh out and run his right hand on his face, trying to erase his worries. Then his hand rested on the table and the wrinkles on his forehead deepened, showing how deeply he was thinking. I had noticed through time that Sam’s emotions and thoughts were expressed with deep wrinkles taking place on his brow. And at this moment, it was covered in them. I had no doubt that this case had also affected him, from the terrible events of the night to his bloody brother.

But between everything he had told us about the sad events of the night and his worries about his brother, Sam still hadn’t actually expressed how he was feeling. And from the way he had first rejected my offer to how he seemed to be focused on his own mind without saying anything to ease it, it appeared like Sam wasn’t really one to share his feelings. It was going to change.

“What about you?” I simply asked and he raised his head to look at me. His eyebrows knotted in what looked like confusion and a lock of his hair fell in front of his eyes. He quickly put it back in place and I fought the urge to do it myself.

How could this man make me change of emotions so quickly?

“What about me?” He answered, as if I was stupid to ask such a thing and I raised my eyebrows at his question.

“Well, how do you feel about the case?” I continued and he frowned for a quick second, something I was sure I would have missed it if I wasn’t looking at him.

Sam stared at me for a moment and when I was ready to break eye contact with him, he looked back at his computer, clenching his jaws together.

He needed to stop doing that.

“I’m fine.” He simply answered as if I was dumb to ask him that. Dumb to wonder and want to know how he felt about all of this, this night, this case, everything. I hated to feel like I was an idiot and started to sense a familiar emotion of irritation coming back. He did made me change emotions quickly.

“Sam.” I coldly said to the hunter, trying to stay calm in front of his reluctance of sharing his thoughts with me.

It was obvious that it was affecting him, and maybe I wasn’t the best person to push him to talk about his feelings and thoughts after the way I acted with him, but I couldn’t believe for a second that he didn’t feel the need to talk about what had happened. And no matter how much he was trying to avoid this conversation, acting like he was ‘fine’ I wasn’t going to let him be quiet about it.

“I am.” He answered almost as coldly, cutting the conversation off. I rolled my eyes at his tone, almost scoffing at how serious he was about his answer. Like I was the one being stubborn here.

I leaned against the bookshelf behind me, shaking my head at how headstrong he seemed to be on not talking to me about this case and how he was doing. I clenched my jaws. As he had mentioned earlier, I wasn’t in the best position to lecture him about sharing his thoughts and feelings but the fact that he acted like it didn’t matter, like it wasn’t important – like he wasn’t important – caught my attention and started to truly bother me.

So, face-shrugging a moment, I crossed my arms on my chest, took a few steps and stared at him from a few feet.

“Oh, so you are totally fine with a case involving the death of a child. You have no emotions and feelings whatsoever about this.” I deliberately said like it was the most common things to think to purposely show him how fake it sounded.

Sam scoffed at my words and straightened on the chair, like he didn’t expected my words. He ran a hand trough his mid-long hair, closing his eyes while the air come out of his nose for a second. It looked like I was starting to get on his nerves again and I liked this idea, maybe I could make him talk by annoying him until he had no other choice than answer my question.

The younger brother leaned on the table, resting his elbows on it and he crossed his hands in front of him. I looked at his long fingers for a short moment before going back to his face, and his sightly raised eyebrows. I tried not to think about how much I liked the way he was sitting and continued to look at him. He met my gaze for a moment before shaking his head lightly and letting a little dark chuckle out.

“Are we really gonna fight about this?” He asked, his tone curt even a bit surprised as if he wasn’t expecting this reaction from me.

Crossing my arms even more tightly, caging the green book against my torso, I raised my eyebrows.

“Do we have to?” I asked, letting him know I wasn’t joking.

He had pushed me to talk about something I had wanted to bury as deep as possible, I wasn’t going to let him get away so easily. All night he had looked down at me and in this moment, even though I was a few feet away from him and was still 5’5ft, he was for once the one looking up. And maybe it was the reason why he looked so surprised or maybe it was because I was actually pushing to know how he truly felt. Something in me told me it was the second one, that he was somehow not used to being asked so vividly to reveal what he was feeling and this thought only made me even angrier.

But I wasn’t even angry at him anymore, but at the reason behind his surprise. If Sam was truly confused about me asking him how he was holding up after such a case, I wondered how many times he had to deal with his emotions alone after worst events, how many times he had kept his feelings to himself, maybe even waiting for someone to ask him about them. And this was what truly upset me.

Yet, this emerging anger was surprisingly diffused when he rested his back on the chair, passing his hand on his forehead and loosing it in his hair. Sam closed his eyes for a second and he clenched his jaws again, as if he was having an inner debate I couldn’t be a witness of.

“You’re really unbelievable…” He whispered, shaking his head and unfortunately for him I had heard him.

Ready to shout at him to explain what it was supposed to mean, the begin of a small smile at the corner of his lip abruptly cut me off in my tracks. Then the smile fell and he opened his mouth to let out the words he seemed to try so hard to restrain.

“Cases like those… they are never easy. And I know that we can’t save everybody, I do. I learned it the hard way but it doesn’t mean it’s easy to have someone dying on us.” He took a break and quickly let his tongue trace his bottom lip, making me bite mine. “I always try to remind myself that, as much as I try I’ll never manage to save all of them but still, it weighs on me, you know? And cases like those, where innocents die, especially children, it’s… discouraging really.” He explained, his voice low and clearly tainted with sadness.

My body relaxed at his words and my shoulders lowered. Sam avoided my eyes, this time he was the one having a hard time holding the other’s gaze and the way he was looking around the room, his eyes falling several times on his screen without really reading what was on it showed that he wasn’t really comfortable with his revelation. But truth was, I was glad that he had let out his state of mind and emotions about this hunt. And even though he kind of looked like he was already regretting it, I knew it was good that he had say it. I knew from experience that holding everything inside, emotions, thoughts and concerns wasn’t the harmless.

Sam clenched his jaws again as if it could get his words back into his mouth or in a way to prepare himself to my answer. Then his chest filled with air again, the tension in it coming back.

“We both know you’d never let someone die on purpose Sam, it’s not your fault. You do your best.” I started and Sam quickly turned his head towards me. His hazel eyes met my blue ones and I felt like he was gonna take my words carefully.

Sam’s gaze wasn’t soft nor hard, it looked like he was deeply concerned and listening and the tip of his tongue flicked on his lips. A warm spark crackled in my stomach for a second before it came back to normal.

“Yeah, I know, but it’s still not enough.” He simply sated and I silently absorbed his words.

Sam was feeling weighted by this case and it was totally understandable, this kind of deaths weren’t easy to move on from. But after watching him tense, his eyes looking around as to mirror the movements of his thoughts, I understood he was also angry and needed to do more than he had done tonight. But, no matter if I had witnessed this case or not, it was obvious and undeniable that he had done everything he could to save the people endangered on this hunt. However, even if he had fought as hard as he was capable, even though he had been in time and full of the determination I didn’t doubt he had, I understood that he felt like it wasn’t enough, like he hadn’t done enough, when the result was the loss of a human. Even more when it was a child.

Understanding the feeling of not being able to save someone, I took a small breath and looked at him.

“You know, I loose patients. It’s not the same thing as fighting monsters and saving lives with your own fists but I know what it feels like to try your hardest to keep someone alive and fail, even after doing everything you could.” I started and his eyes landed back on me. “I took care of accidents involving children and I did CPR for twenty minutes on a seven-years-old. Everyone knew it was over, I knew it too and yet, I couldn’t resign myself to just give up on him. It’s never, ever, easy to loose someone you were meant to save, but in med school they quickly tell you that you won’t save everyone but it doesn’t mean you don’t have to try.” I explained and I hoped that hearing about my experience would help him understand he had done everything in his power.

Sam stared at me for a moment, his gaze burning through my skull. I hadn’t meant to talk about myself and I hadn’t the pretentiousness to say or think that we were dealing with the same consequences on our jobs but I wished that it would made him understand and believe that even though he hadn’t saved this life, he had saved plenty before and will save many more after. But I also wanted to make sure that he wasn’t gonna give up.

Letting a sigh out, he threw his head back, closing his eyes as in a way to think. His hair fell behind him, the locks in the air giving me plain view to his throat and I gulped without my consent at the sight. But before my thoughts could wander, he straightened and his forehead relaxed a little as if he had accepted something. Maybe my words.

“You’re right.” He simply answered and lightly nodded as though he was still thinking. In spite of myself, this sight made me smile a little.

“Yeah, you’ll come to learn that I always am.” I teased and the hunter replied with a soft chuckle. I hated to admit that I loved that sound.

“Yeah, we’ll see about that.” He said and opened his eyes back. My pupils found his and I perceived what looked like playfulness but also prospect as if it was both a promise and an expectation. I had to be honest with myself and that the idea delighted me, I didn’t expect less coming from him and I was a bit excited to show him I was always right.

Then the hunter pushed his chair back and stood up, going back to his insane height. Forced to raise my head to continue to look at his face, I watched him close his laptop, the tip of his fingers resting on top of it for a moment. I frowned, wondering if he was going to leave this room to go to bed but quickly tensed when I saw him walking in my direction. When he was getting closer to me, I instinctively took some step back until my back met the bookshelf behind me, making me curse myself for trapping myself this way.

Once in front of me, Sam looked down to look at me but I quickly broke eye contact, avoiding his gaze again. His sudden proximity immediately engulfed me, his size making him tower over me, making me feel even more small than I already was. I felt often small next to Sam, but in this moment, trapped between his body and the bookshelf, I felt absolutely tiny. But the thought was abruptly cut when the hunter moved forward a little, raising his hand to catch something. For an instant I thought he was going to touch me, my arm, my shoulder, my cheek but he only brushed my hair to grab a book next to my head.

My breath got involuntarily stuck in my throat when his scent and the one of the shower he had apparently indeed taken filled my nose. Hidden by his arm, I closed my eyes a moment, focusing despite myself on the annoyingly comforting scent. But closing my eyes made me even more aware of his closeness as his body warmth caressed my still a bit cold body from being outside and created endless goosebumps on my body.

I hated the effect he had on my body.

“Here.” He suddenly said and I opened my eyes again, feeling him move away before I had even opened my eyelids back.

Sam took a step back and his knuckles brushed my arm, I clenched my jaws at his almost imperceptible touch and cursed him for the light smile he let slip, proving that it wasn’t all innocent. Taking another step back and therefore allowing me to breath normally again, Sam handed me a big book with a brown cover. I frowned but eventually moved my hand to take it, our fingers brushing when I exchanged the green one for the new one. I quickly took my hand back, bringing it to my chest again and looked down at the new book in my hands.

I opened it and saw the name of Jane Austen on the first page.

“Everyone always talks about Pride And Prejudices but actually, Persuasion is a great one, it should be considered as a classic too.” He explained and I raised my head to look back at him.

“I let you discover the story, I’ll be happy to hear your thoughts on it once you finished it.” He added and I felt myself blush at his will to know my opinion on a book. I hated how this man could talk to me about books all night and I would gladly listen to him.

But it wasn’t the moment and I actually started to get tired and needed to leave before the tiredness made me talk about how he looked. So I nodded and Sam took another step back, his light smile coming back on his face, his dimple appearing again. I hated how cute he looked sometimes.

“Thanks” I simply said and he nodded, putting the green book back in its place.

Using the fact that he was busy, I decided it was my cue to leave and go back to my room. So, turning around, avoiding looking at him again, I took some steps towards the exit and let a simple ‘Goodnight’ out but froze at the top of the three small steps when I heard him answer:

“Goodnight Em’.”

This was new.

I took advantage of having my back to him to let a small smile appear on my lips, appreciating the use of my nickname. But I quickly got a grip of myself and got down the steps, heading to my room, smelling the old pages of the book on the way, curious of what it could be about.

On the way to the bedroom, I realized that I wasn’t even angry anymore and that, surprisingly, Sam hadn’t changed his behavior with me despite what I had told him. And I couldn’t help but appreciate it. But the main thing on my mind, the thing that I still couldn’t explain and put my finger on was: how could this man both revive the embers that I tried to bury deep inside me and ease the burning fire in my veins?

Eva’s POV :

Pushing my panties down with his thick fingers, Dean stared at me as if he needed to see by himself that I was okay with his actions. I was more than okay and rested my hands on his torso, my fingertips grazing his anti-possession tattoo and my eyes never leaving his. The fabric brushed my thighs and, in my fantasies, I always imagined Dean cocky with every one of his actions and myself shy, wanting to close my legs every time I would have the chance. But this moment proved me wrong.

Dean had a dirty mouth and mind, always teasing and hitting on me, a look making me understand where his thoughts were leading. I had a dirty mind too. I had plenty of dirty jokes running through my head and sometimes escaping my mouth but once in the bedroom, I was not so talkative. Maybe it was out of shyness but I didn’t know how to act or talk anymore. But this was different. Dean’s confidence was gone for a moment and he looked almost surprised by the fact I was letting him touch me this way. And the reason of my silence wasn’t out of intimidation or timidity but only because I didn’t need to talk, I didn’t have anything to say, I knew my looks and touches said it all for me.

Once he got rid of my underwear, Dean let his fingers brush my inner thighs, his fingertips grazing my skin and sending shivers all the way to my core. I let a moan out at the feeling and Dean smiled above me. Then his warm palm flattened on my leg and his thumb brushed my groin. I had dreamed about his hands, their beauty and strength and didn’t want anything more than to cover them with kisses, wrapping them with mine but before I could take one and bring it to my lips, Dean let his middle finger caress my folds, earning a moan from me as I arced my back at the sensation.

It was fascinating how those deadly weapons felt so soft on my skin.

But before I could think anything else, the tip of his finger pushed inside of me making me want to sit up but I didn’t have the time to move before Dean’s lips crashed on mine again, silencing my sounds of pleasure. I welcomed his tongue and felt him trace some circles on my clit while his middle finger continued to tease my entrance. Then Dean straightened, his lips leaving mine and allowing me to let a long sigh out as I closed my eyes, enjoying the pleasure his fingers were giving me.

“So wet…” I heard Dean whispered and when I opened my eyes, his were focused on my most private part. It looked like he had meant to say it to himself but the words had escaped his mouth. And truth was, I often was around him. Dean had an affect on me that the simplest touch easily ruined my panties and now that he was actually touching me, I had no doubt I was soaked down there.

Dean moved his fingers in and out of me, his thumb tracing circles on the most sensitive part. My hand quickly wrapped around his wrist, not knowing myself if I wanted to push them further or wanted to simply feel his movements under my fingers. Maybe it was a bit of both. But Dean didn’t do either.

The older Winchester slowly took his hand back, taking a whimper out of me and his fingers grazed my skin. I hadn’t realized my breath was faster than before. I stared at Dean who simply smiled down at me, his eyes never leaving my body. I felt a great warmth enveloping my body under his gaze and I raised my arms to bring him closer to me but before I could grab his shoulders, Dean leaned out of the bed to grab a dirty jean laying on the floor. I watched him search the pockets and pulled a squared wrapping out of it.

Then, sitting back between my thighs, the broad man giving me shivers since I had stepped into the shower with him pushed his underwear down. I gulped when I watched his member slightly bump on his stomach.

If I was wet, Dean was for sure hard.

My stomach tightened at the sight and a hint of apprehension took place in my heart. I wasn’t doubting the next obvious actions but some what ifs came back invading my mind. But before I could let them befuddle my thoughts, I felt something warm covering my hands. I hadn’t realized I was staring at nothing until Dean’s hands put me out of my thoughts. My eyes fell on his thick fingers around my thin hands and I couldn’t help the goosebumps appearing on my body, from the back of my neck to my crotch.

Unconsciously wetting my lips, I raised my head towards the strong man in front of me. When my eyes met his, I saw his eyebrows frowning and I understood I had zoned out on him and he was probably concerned about my desire to continue our activities. So, before he could ask anything and rethink our longings, I smiled at him and squeezed his hands. The older Winchester let a quick sigh of relief out and after offering me a smile back, he leaned towards me and pecked my lips. I grinned against his plump lips at this soft kiss but my smile quickly fell, leaving room to a soft gasp, when Dean lead my hands towards his hard member.

He took a step back, allowing me to see my hands around him and I spotted the condom at the tip of his shaft. I felt myself intensely blush at the view, my breath a bit heavier as I let Dean guide my hands around him, unrolling the rubber around his hard-on. Once I covered it completely, I let my hands move up and down around him and Dean closed his eyes at the feeling, hissing when I sightly squeezed at the base. I watched his eyebrows furrow for a second at my movements and his breath quickened too.

I hoped it was the feeling of my hand around him that had this effect on him.

After a few pumps, he hardened in my palm and I realized I was taking deeper breaths too at the sight.

I was about to caress his length more gently and slowly but, eager, Dean leaned towards me and captured my lips with his before his hand covered mine around him. I opened my mouth to be able to taste him again and his thighs spread my legs open. Then, his fingers lost with mine, he guided his shaft to my entrance and – his tongue grazing mine – slid in.

My hands quickly grabbed his shoulders at the feeling of him stilling inside of me, waiting for me to adjust to his size. His mouth still covering mine, Dean swallowed my moans. But when he removed his lips, I instantly pressed mine against the hot skin of his neck, leaving an opened-mouth kiss. The elder Winchester took a sharp intake of breath at the feeling and I smiled against his flesh.

But my smile quickly dropped when he bottomed out and pushed in again. Dean started thrusting in me, his hips connecting with mine with every one of his movements and I held onto his shoulders. My lips searched for his, needing to connect with every parts of his body and thankfully Dean offered me his mouth the second he saw mine silently begging for his.

Then, he slightly pulled away and panted against my lips, his hot breath burning them while he continued his movements. I grabbed his face to press it against mine again and left kisses on his lips, his jaws slightly covered by a soft scruff then his neck, tasting the saltiness of his sweaty skin.

Dean buried his face in my neck while his length was buried between my thighs. His pelvis pressed against my clit, drawing a cry of pleasure from me.

“Ahn, Dean!” I loudly moaned his name and didn’t even care if everyone could here me through the Bunker’s walls.

“Eva…�� He whispered in my ear and if I thought I loved hearing him say my name, I was wrong. I loved hearing him moan it even more, the sound giving shivers to my burning body.

I wrapped my arms and legs around him, caging him, keeping him as close to me as possible. I knew he couldn’t get any closer to me, yet I needed it. I needed to feel his skin pressed against mine, I needed to wrap my body around his, I needed to feel all of him even if I already did. I knew I needed physical touch with the people close to my heart but I never expected to feel the need to press Dean Winchester this close to it. But now that he was, his weight on my body, panting against the hot skin of my neck, buried inside of me, it had never felt so right to have someone between my thighs.

Then our breaths quickened with each one of his thrusts, our moans mixing together, his stomach brushing against mine, as my insides tightened in pleasure and anticipation. Dean’s hands squeezed my flesh while mine got lost in his hair slowly dampening with sweat. The more he moved in and out of me, the more my heart grew bigger and when he reached the right spot I threw my head back in pleasure. Dean quickly found my my mouth and silenced my moans. I gripped his shoulders and my legs tightened around him, creating a low grunt coming from him.

Dean pulled away from my lips to allow us to take a breath and I gasped for air when he gave a sharp thrust. I opened my eyes at the feeling and watched Dean’s features twist. His brows furrowed and his mouth half-opened, my brain could have thought it was pain but my heart knew it was pleasure and the thought only aroused me even more than I already was. I pulled him closer to me, leaving soft, wet kisses on the base of his neck and collarbone and he put his forehead back on my shoulder. Continuing to press my lips on his skin, I joined his pelvis's movements as his fingers played with my clit.

Then his hips started to falter, his hot breath landed on my lips as he straightened a little and my back arched in pleasure, pressing myself against his soft tummy. Dean took the opportunity to wrap his arms under me and brought his warm body against mine, his sweat mixing with mine and his scent engulfed me, I was lost in him. I felt my legs contract around him as my pleasure increased and he let a loud groan out, feeling myself tightening around him.

“Dean…I-I’m.. I’m gonna…” I tried to warned him of my coming climax but the broad man cut me off before I could manage to finish my sentence, my words loosing themselves in a moan.

“Come with me, Baby” He panted and I clung to his shoulders, his words making me clench around him. The sudden contraction made him hide in my hair and felt myself throb around him. I had tried to hold back as long as I could but his words triggered something inside of me and I let myself go in his arms.

Dean let a little whimper escape in the crock of my neck and it immediately became one of my favorite sounds, along with the laugh of my best friend when she found something really funny, the sound of the river when I laid next to it during Spring afternoons and the sound of a can opening.

Panting against my skin, my head thrown back, I felt his length twitching inside of me. I let a cry of pleasure when the feeling alone made my body convulse in shock-waves. I moaned his name and the elder Winchester let a growl out when he came, joining me in the ecstasy of our bodies.

Then everything became calmer.

Our breaths slowed down, our moans ceased, his hard-on softened in me and my hands left feather-light caresses on his back as he lightly fell on me. Only my heart was racing. My hand moved up until I found his neck and started to gently massage his tensed muscles. I felt them relax under my fingertips and a soft smile reached my lips. Our sweaty bodies resting against one another, my legs wrapped around him, I felt calmer than ever in this comfortable silence.

When Dean tried to move away and withdraw himself, I quickly put a hand on his ass-cheeks, wanting – needing – to keep him inside a bit longer.

“No, wai-wait a second…” I whispered and he stilled for a moment, accepting my request. I appreciated it and closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of the connection of our bodies.

Everything was so quiet, from my thoughts to our heavy breaths and I wished I could keep him there all night. But I knew that eventually I had to let him go. But until so, I placed several delicate kisses on his collarbone, his shoulder, his sweaty and hot skin. When I stopped at the base of his shoulder, I felt Dean’s lips put a soft kiss on my neck. I let a sigh out at the feeling and gave him a quick squeeze with my arms.

After a moment laying this way, his body resting on mine, my limbs wrapped around him, his lips caressing my skin, Dean straightened and placed his head above mine. Towering over me, soft between my legs, his eyes found mine.

Had his eyes always been this green?

Dean offered me a little smile, the light wrinkles around his eyes appearing and gently pecked my lips before pulling out, making me slightly whine at his loss. He let a hand caress my arm before slowly getting out of bed. My body turned immediately cold when his warmth left me. My eyes followed his movements as I stayed lying down under the covers, the sheet hiding half of my torso and I watched Dean walk to a corner in his room. I blushed at the clear view of his butt and realized I had my hand on it minutes before. Then I saw Dean move his hands in front of him and dropping something in the bin.

Hypnotized by his movements, the plain view of his back muscles and his sweaty and tousled hair, my eyes remained fixed him. I wondered if his soft cheeks were covered on freckles like his face, torso and hands were. I wondered if he felt as calm as I felt in this moment, if he was cold too from moving away from me, if his stomach was still a bit turned by pleasure and ease. But at the same time my mind was quiet. As if I had all the answers or if no questions were needed to be asked. I was simply, for once, enjoying the feeling without thinking about the next step, the next thought, the next sentence.

“You’re alright?” Dean’s voice broke my blank mind and I hadn’t even realized he had turned to me, allowing my eyes to scan his completely naked body.

I nodded, trying to swallow.

I must have looked amazed and maybe I was. Amazed by this man and the way he was, the way he acted, the way he touched and kissed, the way I wanted him, the way I was starting to need him, the way he made me feel, the way I was with him. Dean had an effect on me by just being himself and maybe that was what truly amazed me.

Dean slightly bent down, his back bowing with the movement and he grabbed something on the floor. When he straightened, he pulled his boxers back on him, covering his nudity. I moved my hand under the covers, searching for my panties to put it back too but he walked to me and gently pulled the sheet away. I felt the draft crashing on my naked legs pressed together, my skin getting covered with goosebumps and Dean raised his right hand holding a clothe. The fingers on his other hand brushed my thighs and tried to reach the inside of them.

“Spread your legs for me a little.” He asked in a calm and low voice and I couldn’t do anything but comply, my eyes lost on his features.

Gently brushing the clothe on my folds and I moaned at the contact on my sensible skin. Dean continued his ministrations and I realized he was wiping my wetness with his t-shirt. I didn’t know I could find such a thing this hot and yet, I couldn’t help but wildly blush at his action.

When he was done, I let a small ‘thank you’ out but I wasn’t sure he had heard me when he simply let the gray clothe fall on the floor. I closed my legs again and searched for my underwear. Once I found it, I clumsily put it back and lay down again under the covers while Dean walked around the bed. I felt a shiver run down my arms and looked around for my shirt, wanting to put it back on me to keep me from getting even more cold but was interrupted when Dean lifted the covers and took his place back on the bed, his warmth already reaching my shivering body.

I turned my head towards him as he readjusted the blanket on us and let his naked right arm rest on top of it. Facing me, I met his eyes and offered him a soft smile. Dean gave me one back and gestured with his head for me to come closer to him, probably to wrap his arm around my body like we seemed to always do when we slept together but that night I needed more. So, I lay on my back and opened my arms for him to slip into.

“Come on, I’m the one holding tonight.” I told him and the elder brother frowned at my words as if he wasn’t used to this kind of offers. But unfortunately for him, I was the kind of people who loved being the one hugging at night. Or at anytime of the day.

Thus, I opened my arms even more widely and gestured for him to take place between them.

“Please.” I added in a whisper and at this, the strong man didn’t complain and moved closer to me, resting his head on top of my breasts.

I instantly wrapped my arms around his chest and caged him in my embrace. Then I intertwined my legs with his until one of them was resting around his waist. This way Dean was completely enveloped by me and I hoped he wouldn’t mind the closeness I needed. But he didn’t complain for a second and when I let my fingers wander on his back, blindly tracing the line of his muscles and his freckles, Dean let out a light sigh of what sounded like ease. I smiled at the sound and squeezed him inside my arms, loving the feeling of his skin on mine and wanting to bring him even closer to me. I hid my face in his sweaty and now cold hair and took a deep breath, enjoying his scent and the grown man slightly nuzzled his face in my chest.

Dean placed his hands under my back, his palms resting on my skin and turned his head to place a kiss in the hollow between my collarbones. The place that tightened when my anxiety was at his peek was suddenly covered in goosebumps when he pulled away and put his head back on my chest. I lowered my face and pressed my lips on his scalp in return then put my head back on the pillow. Simply feeling each other, no words were needed and I kept my arms tight around him.

I wasn’t holding a lost child nor a strong hunter, I was merely holding him and I didn’t want to let go.

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Crime & Punishment Chapter 2: Punishment

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46826485/chapters/121042468

Ship: Dom Castiel/Sub Dean Winchester

Rating: Mature

Total Word Count: 3,587

AO3 Tags: Collars, Dom/sub, Total Power Exchange, 24/7 Dom/sub, Punishment, Discipline, Caning

Chapter 1 found here

“Boots off and get up.” Cas tugged the leash, tapping his foot impatiently.

Dean shifted position so he could untie his boots, carefully placing them on the mat beside the shoe rack. Another of Castiel’s rules – shoes belong on the shoerack, work boots belong on the floor.

Then he struggled to his feet. His bad knee was protesting at being on the ground for so long, and he tried to stretch it, clenching his teeth as the feeling returned to his legs and hoping he was doing a good enough job of hiding his discomfort.

Getting old sucked, and he really hoped Cas hadn’t noticed.

Of course, Cas noticed. Very little got past him, whether Dean wanted it to or not. He stepped forward, closer, in that way he had of completely invading his personal space. Dean resisted the urge to take a step back.

“Are you okay?” Cas’ hand cupped Dean’s cheek as he asked the question, raising his head so their eyes met. Dean couldn’t help but lean into the touch, turning his face to nuzzle the dry, lightly calloused hand. “Is it your knee?”

Dean considered lying, but it was a fleeting thought. When they’d started this, when Dean had first given everything he had and was to Cas all those years ago – decades, a rude voice in Dean’s reminded him – communication had been their biggest obstacle.

The irresistible force of Castiel “No Filter” Novak had met the immovable object of Dean “Emotions are for the Weak” Winchester, and they’d put a lot of work into breaking down those barriers.

So no, Dean wasn’t going to lie and say his knee was all right. But still he struggled to admit it out loud, instead nodding into Cas’ palm.

“Are you okay to continue?” Cas’ voice was earnest, and he turned Dean’s face gently back towards him. “You will be on your knees for the punishment I have planned. There is an alternative penance available if necessary. I won’t hold it against you if you decide to take that, instead. It won’t be a softer option, but it might be better for your knee.

“But regardless of whichever you choose, Dean Winchester, you will be punished for your infraction today.”

His voice was gentle, his eyes full of compassion. Dean had never loved him more than he did in that moment, and it just made him feel all the worse for disappointing him. “I’m good.” His voice broke on the last word, and he cleared his throat roughly. “I’ll tell you if I need to break.”

Cas searched his face for a moment. Seemingly satisfied with what he found, he nodded once and pulled the leash tight in his fist. “Follow.”

Dean followed.

The kitchen wasn’t the reason they’d bought this house. This particular kitchen shouldn’t be the reason why anyone would buy this house. Small, cramped, poorly planned, and with a colour scheme the Brady Bunch would die for, the kitchen was next on Dean’s list of things they had to fix.

When they had the time.

And the money.

No, it wasn’t the kitchen that had made Cas’ eyes light up when they first toured the property. It was the yard. Huge and wild overgrown, Cas had taken one look at the patch of land backing onto the woods that was that. Everything else was secondary.

He’d spent the months since they’d moved in taming the garden, enamoured with its established oak trees, swathes of wildflowers, and the pond with its own rundown jetty and boathouse.

The jetty and the boathouse were also on Dean’s list of things to fix.

As if he sensed Dean’s wandering mind, Cas gave a tight jerk on the leash. It was effective in bringing Dean back to the present, but almost toppled him off balance. The rough edges of the heavy collar dug in painfully, scraping against his skin.

“Ow, dude. What the fuck.”

“Dean.” Cas rounded on him, bundling the leash tightly in his fist and pulling Dean towards him. “Do we need to have another discussion about respect?”

“No, sir.”

Loosening the leash, Castiel produced a blindfold from his jacket pocket and handed it to Dean, who stared blankly back at him.

“Well? Do I have to do everything? Put it on.”

Dean scrambled to cover his eyes with the length of black silk, knotting it at the back of his head. By now, his heart was racing and his hands were shaking. He struggled with the knot for a few seconds, cringing inside when he heard his Dom’s blow out a frustrated breath.

With his vision gone, the outside world rapidly slid away from him it seemed like his entire existence was held in the hand that ran across his cheekbone and nose, the leash that dragged across his face, as Castiel checked the fit of the blindfold. He ran his hands around the back of Dean’s head, scraping his nails across his scalp and pulling on his hair. Hard enough for it to hurt.

When Castiel tsked in disappointment and adjusted the blindfold’s knot, Dean felt a flutter in his stomach, and he swallowed nervously. He instinctively sought his Dom’s approval, though at this stage all he could hope for was the promise of forgiveness.

“Next time, boy, do better.” His head was yanked backwards as Castiel took a fistful of hair in his hand and growled. “Hands behind your back.”

Dean obeyed, clasping his right wrist with his left hand.

“Yes sir. Sorry sir.”

The leash tugged at his collar, and he stepped forward carefully. He knew they were passing through the kitchen door when felt the change from carpet to tile beneath his bare feet. He ran straight into something solid, then flinched back as he realised it was Castiel.

There was another heavy sigh, and more disappointed tutting. The rebellious part of Dean, the part that always landed him in a lot more trouble than it was worth, ached to ask how long Castiel had been practicing his chipmunk impersonations.

Thankfully, he managed to stay silent on the topic.

“Take your jeans off, Dean.”

Dean undid the fly of his jeans, pushing them to his feet and stepping out of them. He stumbled a little at this part, the blindfold disorienting him and throwing his balance off, but a steadying touch on his arm kept him from falling. He sent a grateful smile towards where he hoped his husband was standing and felt it keenly when the contact was broken.

“And the rest. Hand them to me when you’re done.”

They were yellow today. Silky smooth, with a fine lace mesh at the front. The panties follow his jeans, but he slowed down a little as he pulled them over his hips. He knew this was Cas’ favourite part, and he hoped to win some brownie points with a little bit of a show.

His socks quickly followed.

Again, there was a hand at his elbow as he bent down to pick them up.

He tried to say thank you, but Castiel shoved the panties into his open mouth. Untying the blindfold, he deftly retied it lower on Dean’s face, across his stuffed mouth, effectively gagging him.

Castiel unclipped the leash and laid it on the table, and Dean blinked owlishly in the sudden light, taking in the scene before him.

It was their grocery order, tipped out from the bags, scattered across the kitchen floor. Tinned food, boxes of pasta and cereal, cookies and fruit and vegetables, bottles of water and soda. Dean noticed, thankfully, that there weren’t any cold items.

Cas gripped Dean’s chin with his hand, forcing him to look at the chaos.

“When I got your message, when I realised you’d forgotten about dinner tonight, I called Michael to inform him dinner was cancelled. Then I came home early from work.”

Dean cringed. He knew how busy Cas was at work. How many hours he was putting in while they tried to keep their small family of two afloat. And he knew how much Cas hated dealing with his asshole brother.

“Luckily, I arrived home in time to salvage the items requiring refrigeration. You, Dean Winchester, will put the rest away.”

Dean knew it wasn’t going to be as easy as just that. He’d spent too many years living with Castiel and his devious mind to believe it would be easy as just putting away the groceries. Moisture gathered in his mouth, and he sucked at the panties. They were slightly tangy, and definitely not clean, after a full day at work.

“We have rules for a reason, Dean. And you agreed to abide by those rules when you agreed to your role in our relationship.” Cas was looking at him now, his eyes full of compassion. “I don’t like to punish you, Dean. I knew you didn’t deliberately set out to disappoint me. However, and I assure you of this, I am very disappointed.”

Dean’s eyes burned and he felt tears father as the shame that threatened to overwhelm him.

“Down.”

He knelt on the tiled floor, shoulders slumped and eyes down, his left hand clutching his right wrist behind his back. Stripped from the waist down, his bare ass resting on his ankles, he felt on display and vulnerable.

“Eyes closed.”

He didn’t even think of disobeying. He heard Castiel’s footsteps on the tile, passing him, heading back down the hallway, and he waited in silence and darkness while his mind churned. What was he fetching? What was he going to do?

“All fours, head down. Don’t move.”

He jumped at the voice and, eyes still tightly closed, hurried to obey. Ass in the air, head resting against his crossed arms. The position exposed his ass perfectly, and he drew a deep and shuddering breath. Whatever was going to happen, would happen. A belt, that heavy wooden paddle with the tiny holes, or the cane that made him feel like his skin was being flayed from his body. He drew a shuddering breath and braced for impact.

He almost jumped out of his skin when a gentle hand caressed his bare ass, reaching through his legs to play with his genitals. As unaroused as he was at the prospect of punishment, still he started to harden a little as Cas first rolled his balls in his hand, then ran a feather light touch across his dick.

If Dean didn’t know any better, he’d think he was being assessed.

Without warning, Castiel yanked his balls backwards through his legs. He let out a muffled yelp in shock and surged forward on instinct, crying out again when the vice-like grip didn’t let up. There was a hard slap to his asscheek, which Dean was certain left a handprint. Before he could make another noise he felt something cold and hard snap around his balls, trapping them behind his legs.

The snick of a lock closing reached his ears, and it seemed so much louder in the darkness than his ragged, uneven breathing. He felt the wooden crossbars of the humbler settle against the backs of his thighs, and shivered as Castiel laid a hand on his ass, gently rubbing away the sting from earlier.

He heard Castiel stand up. Felt him toeing at his balls, trapped behind his legs. Heard him step back.

A word – “stay” – was all the warning he had. He heard the cane moving through the air, felt it make contact with his ass, and half a second later his world exploded in pain. The shock was enough to send him mindlessly scrambling to his feet, eyes still tightly closed, before he was stopped by the jolt of the humbler pulling his balls tight behind him.

He screamed behind his makeshift gag.

A rough hand grabbed his hair and forced his head back down to the ground. He whimpered at Castiel’s voice in his ear, “I said stay.”

Four stripes from the cane across his ass followed in quick succession. He fought to draw a breath between each hit, struggled to stay as he was told, with his head on his arms. He was acutely aware of his position, the humbler nestled against his thighs as the cane sliced through the air inches above his exposed balls.

After the last stripe, he sagged forward, hissing as Castiel ran a hand over his burning ass. He’s not sure how long he knelt there, body quivering and eyes closed tight. He heard Castiel moving around him.

“Dean, you can open your eyes.”

He did. Blinking to adjust to the light, turning his head to follow the sound of Castiel’s voice, to see the man towering over him.

“Pick up the groceries and put them away.”

Time passed as Dean completed his task.

He couldn’t stand up straight without the humbler pulling painfully at his balls, so he crawled, gathering up the items and moving them into the cupboards that served as a pantry. For once he was thankful for their pokey kitchen, that he didn’t have to reach higher than his shoulder to put anything away.

Whenever he slowed, Cas would casually flick at him with the cane. Never hard enough to really hurt, but enough to make him jump, which caused the humbler to pull painfully on his balls. By the time he was finished, he was shaking, breathing heavily through the gag, muscles on fire.

Dean crawled back to Cas and knelt in front of him, feeling vulnerable and exposed and unsure what to do next.

Cas removed the gag, held a bottle of water up to his lips, and Dean drank greedily. With a hand on either side of his face, rubbing gently at the muscles in his jaw to relieve the pain from the gag, Castiel leant his forehead against Dean’s. His words were soft against his skin. “You’re forgiven.”

Then he clipped the leash to Dean’s collar and led him into their small living room. A couple of thrifted sofas, an old TV, and a coffee table rescued from garbage day a couple of streets over and carefully restored. And in the corner a crate, big enough for a large dog, stood with its door open.

Castiel led Dean to the crate, stopping for a moment to remove the humbler, and unclipped his leash again. Dean didn’t hesitate, crawling through the cage door, before flopping down on the pile of soft blankets with a sigh. Cas pet his hair, called him a good boy, and closed the cage door on him.

For the next few hours, Dean slept soundly in his nest of blankets while Cas tapped quietly away at his laptop, catching up on work.

Later, Dean had woken up and showered, they’d both eaten dinner, and gone to bed. They’d talked about their days, and Cas had removed the heavy punishment collar, replacing it with the soft brown one. He’d massaged Dean’s knee, and Dean had settled down next to him, tucked in against his body, breathing softly.

Dean was always quiet after a punishment, and Cas let him take what time he needed to come back to himself. When he had, he spoke into the darkness.

“Be home on time tomorrow, Dean. Michael and his family are coming for dinner.”

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