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that-sarcastic-writer · 6 months

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A Good Father

Dad!Dean Winchester X Wife!Mom!Reader

Summary: Dean has a beautiful wife and the cutest little girl. The perfect family. Maybe it's time to have a real home, too.

Part 2 of A Good Man but can be read as a standalone. This is actually how supernatural ended thank you very much

Warnings: not much, candy cane fluff, foul language. Still minors dni cause I don't want minor on my blog

WC: 2.6k

A/N: this has been sitting in my drafts for a while. Why not post it right? I love Dean with all my heart. That's nothing new. Enjoy the teeth rooting fluff cause I don't have the mental capacity to write smut rn :,)

Sleep still covered your eyes as you rubbed them softly. It couldn't have been later than six a.m., or at least what you saw through half-closed eyes on your phone screen when you woke up. You weren't fully sure, you were still processing that you were awake. You hadn't entirely wanted to get out of bed, but the lack of your husband's warmth all but forced you out of the comfort of your covers. Your feet took you to the study first. That's normally where you would find the brothers anyway. But you only saw Sam.

"Morning." You mumbled softly, running a hand over your face as you walked over to the younger Winchester.

Sam lifted his eyes from the ancient looking book in front of him, and he gave you a warm smile.

"Oh, hey, good morning."

You stood beside him, leaning a hand on the table as you looked around for Dean with a small frown.

"Where's your brother?"

"In the kitchen with Rosie. She woke up like an hour ago, so he's making her breakfast." He answered with a smile.

Your own lips irked up in pleasant surprise. Normally, Rosalie— yours and Dean's little girl— would come running to wake you— or both you and Dean, depending who was home at the time. You never minded that she would be up before you since Sam was always up before sunrise, and he loved spending time with his niece. But it did surprise you a bit that Dean didn't wake you at all this morning. Though, you were more so in awe at the fact that he had decided to take care of her that morning by himself.

Truth was, he had been gone a while, almost a week. That had been the longest he had spent on a hunt ever since she was born— five years ago. And your little girl was definitely missing her dad. She loved you, no doubt about it, but the little one was a daddy's girl for sure, but you blamed Dean for spoiling her so much. So she was feeling his absence greatly. She cried almost every night, asking why daddy wasn't there to tuck her in. It broke your heart a hundred times over to see her so heartbroken. When Dean came home last night, she all but clung to him, refusing to leave his side. And you guessed that had carried over to this morning.

"Thanks, Sam." You patted his shoulder and padded through the long halls of the bunker to the kitchen. You held in your breath as you peaked your head through the door and you nearly teared up at the sight.

"You think mommy and Sammy will like these?" Dean pursed his lips, nudging at the tiny human resting on his hip as three different pans with pancake batter, sizzling bacon and scrambled eggs cooked on the stove.

"Uh-huh. It looks yummy." She nodded, resting her head on his shoulder as he held her.

"Yeah, sure does." Dean shrugged, lips pulled into a proud grin at his own work. He always was a great cook.

He stood for a second, keeping an eye on one thing as he moved around another with a spatula and still somehow held a five year-old on his hip. He had his attention somewhere else, so he almost missed the tiny voice in his ear.

"I missed you, daddy." Rosie mumbled, her soft voice almost inaudible against him. Dean looked down at her, his eyes slightly big and his lips parted. He stared at her for a long second before he said anything. He was wondering just what the fuck he ever did to deserve something like this.

"I… I missed you too, baby. Always." He sighed out, his chest aching with an indescriptible feeling as he brushed some loose strands behind her ear, and he pressed a kiss to the side of her head.

You were silent for a long minute, lips slightly parted and eyes filled with awe as you leaned against the doorframe to watch the sight in front of you. Dean, still in his pajamas, with his little girl on his hip as he cooked. He was saying something to her, or so you figured since you heard her giggles, her tiny hands bunched around his t-shirt as she buried her face in his shoulder. He was smiling too.

"I'm deeply hurt. Making breakfast without me?" You spoke up, feigning hurt.

Dean turned around, he smiled at you at first but when Rosie started giggling at you, hiding deeper into his chest, he gritted his teeth.

"Ah, busted. Told you mommy would find out." He shook his head, holding back a smile as you approached them.

You playfully narrowed your eyes at him. He gave you a shrug with a toothy smile that showed the edges of his canines, and he gave you that innocent puppy dog look. You groaned out.

"We'll talk later." You warned, but your tone was playful. You finally slipped a smile as you stood on the tip of your toes to give Dean a kiss on the lips. He happily leaned down to meet you halfway. And then you kissed your little girl, leaving kisses all over her tiny face.

She giggled, nearly jumping out of her dad's arms into yours. Dean happily passed her over to you, his hip starting to get numb. You held her happily, pressing a kiss to the mess of her bedhead. God, the more this one grew, the more she looked like Dean. The same green eyes, the same freckled cheeks. But she had your nose, and her hair was a shade darker than Dean's, closer to Sam's brown. But you knew that she would be the spitting image of her dad when she grew older.

"Did you help daddy make breakfast?" You asked Rosie, and she nodded excitedly.

"Yeah! I helps daddy make pancakes." You gasped, lips parted to share her excitement.

"Those are gonna be the yummiest of pancakes, right sweetheart?" Dean leaned down, nudging her cheek with his finger. She nodded.

"Alright, little one, go sit with Sammy, we'll bring you out some pancakes, okay?" You told the little girl, and she nodded again, mumbling an 'okay'. You smiled at her, pressing a kiss to her forehead before you set her down her tiny feet. She had spent her whole short life in this bunker. You were sure she could find her way around the general area.

"Tell Sammy he's a nerd for me." Dean called out to Rosie as she ran off, chanting that her uncle Sammy was a nerd. Dean was smiling proudly to himself. He was raising her right.

"You're an ass." You playfully scolded him, and he gave you a look of feign innocence. He shrugged at you.

"I ever tell you how beautiful you look in the morning?" He irked his lips at you, resting his hands on your hips as he pulled you close. God he had missed you so fucking much.

"Missed you, too, hun." You leaned up on your toes, pressing a kiss to his jaw. He tried to hide it, muffle the sound, but he winced when your hand touched his cheek.

Your eyebrows furrowed, and you immediately pulled back to look at his face. You hadn't noticed the red bruise on his cheek, on the purple bruising around his eye. You gasped quietly, gently brushing the tip of your fingers over the bruised skin. He scrunched up his face at you, about to pull back, but you shot him a sharp look.

"I'm fine, baby. Just some bruises. You shoulda seen the other guy." He grinned, trying to humor you, but the concern didn't leave your face.

"I don't want to, actually." You sighed softly, your eyes falling to his chest, avoiding his eyes.

You wouldn't say it to his face, not actually. How could you? He never lied to you, from the moment he wanted something real with you he told you the truth. You knew exactly what you were getting yourself into with him. Sammy and hunting come with the package— he told you. And you accepted it. All of it. You married him anyway. You gave him a daughter anyway. But God, it terrified you beyond words that he was still hunting. That he still left you and your little girl for days at a time. And that he would come home with new scars and bruises that would last days. But at times— like this one— you feared that neither of them would come home at all.

"Sweetheart…" There was a bit of warning in his voice. He could read you so easily. He grabbed your face, forcing your head up to look at him now. "What is it?"

"You worry me, Dean. Look at your face. I don't even want to know how it looks under your shirt." Your eyes fell to the side, and your chest filled with ache as you tried to say the right words. "I'm sorry, I know I have no right to guilt trip you. But your daughter missed you, I missed you, and we need you, Dean, that's all."

Dean said nothing at this, his face stayed unreadable as he listened to you. And he heard you, he heard you loud and clear. He felt pressure on his chest and a sick feeling to his stomach. Fuck, he had grown soft.

"C'mere." He pulled you to his chest. He rested his hand on your hair, and he sighed softly when you threw your arms around his torso. "You know I love you, and Rosie, so much, right?"

You nodded against his chest. "I know babe, I love you, too."

We need you, Dean.

"Daddy! I told uncle Sammy he's a— a nerd!" Rosie announced loudly when she saw you and Dean again. And you had to hide your smile at the pointed look Sam shot his older brother.

Dean played dumb, his lips falling open, and he clicked his tongue in disapproval. "I'm telling ya, Sammy, I dunno where she learns it from."

"Yeah, great parenting dude." Sam rolled his eyes at Dean, and he could only snort in response.

"Yeah, well, here's my apology." Dean shrugged, setting down a plate of scrambled eggs and toast in front of Sam with a shit eating smile. Sam pretended to be offended, but he ate the plate in front of him without protesting.

"Alright, Rosie, you wanna eat some pancakes before school?" You set the plate with the smaller portion of pancakes and bacon in front of her and she nodded happily.

"Yes, please!" She excitedly grabbed a fork and dug in, but stopped a second later and looked at Dean. "Daddy can I has syrup?"

"Sure, baby." He practically saturated her plate with syrup and then his own. You shook your head at how alike they were already. You shared a knowing look with Sam and sighed softly, eating from your own plate.

You didn't often have the chance to have breakfast as a family, so you always treasured little moments like this when you had them. And deep in your heart, you wished you had moments like this more.

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"Sweetheart, you in here?" Dean peeked his head into your shared bedroom, his eyes darting around for a few seconds, and then his lips curved up at the sight of you on your shared bed, face deep in your laptop.

"Hi love," You smiled at him, setting your laptop aside to greet him. He happily joined your side, his lips pressing a kiss to yours instantly. "You left Rosie at school, right?"

Your words were stern as was the look you gave him. He pulled back and pouted. You were definitely scolding him for the time he decided to take Rosalie on a drive with Baby just because she asked instead of dropping her off at school.

"'Course I did. No rides in Baby this time, I promise." He smiled at you, and you rolled your eyes.

"Hope so." He saw you reach for your laptop again so he decided to speak again.

Dean thought about it. He thought about it all morning. He drove around town for another hour just to get his thoughts straight.

"Listen, I was thinkin' 'bout what you said this morning.."

You shook your head at him, "I'm sorry, Dean, I know I shouldn't have. Let's just forget about it, yeah?"

"Hey, no, don't do that. Let's not forget about it." You frowned at him, but you didn't respond, so he kept talking. "You're right. I know you are. Hell, I got thrown around so hard, I don't know how I got outta bed this morning. I thought about you, thought about Rosie. Thought about my old man, too."

You frowned softly, resting your hand on the back of his neck, fingers threading through the short hair gently, "Dean.."

"I don't want to be like my old man. I don't want to leave you and Rosie alone anymore, I just can't."

You straightened up, a bit unsure where he was getting at.

"Dean, baby, what are you trying to say?"

"You and Rosie deserve a normal life, a house, all of that shit." Dean breathed out the words, and he held your face in his hands, a tiny smile on his lips. "I want to try it. A normal life. Don't you?"

"I… Dean.." You sighed out softly, attempting to process his words. You stared at him long and hard, and all you saw was love, his green eyes were sincere. "I wouldn't force you to give up hunting. I mean, that's all you've known? And what about Sam? I just—"

"That's exactly it. I'm… I'm so goddamn tired of the life. Don't get me wrong, we save people, hell, we've saved the world, but is that really all worth it if I can't come home to my wife and daughter?" He tilted his head, his free hand was on your thigh, and he squeezed softly. "And Sammy, I know he's tired of it too. He's always wanted a normal life. But he stayed because of me. If I get out, I know he'll do it, too. He's done it before. Who knows, maybe he can find his own pretty girl to marry and have a couple of kids with."

For the longest time, Dean had refused to even consider doing anything else with his life, doing anything better. This was all he had ever known, all he was ever actually good at, right? But lately, God, just lately, he was seeing that light at the end of the tunnel. You and Rosalie were right there. And if you were there with him, the rest of the world could go to hell for all he cared.

"Dean, I love you, I loved you then, hunter and all, and I will love you no matter what. But if you want to settle down.." You breathed out a soft laugh, the words sounding so nice when you said them out loud. You leaned closer to him, a smile on your lips as you pressed your forehead against his. "We'll settle down. A house, normal jobs, play dates, all of it."

"Christ, what did I ever do to deserve you in my life?" He smiled wide, and he pressed a hard kiss to your lips. It was warm, loving.

"Mhmm, so, what would a former hunter do for a living?"

"I'm pretty good with cars aren't I? What do you say? Think I should open my own car shop?"

Your husband as a mechanic? That wouldn't be half bad.

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

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wanderingconstellations · 9 months

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YUA 🥹 (i assume since i see the name in your tags)

i wanted to share that today was so achieving, i ffffuucking earned a free college scholarship cause i was being unknowingly observed by a dean of a school i wasn't in but only performing and assisting my mother (teacher as well) for a recital with only 2hrs of sleep, (i also read your top posts repeatedly earlier after sifting through stories 🤭)

fuck i just- perhaps want something related to my life long achievement that i never thought i would get, and how about a mean!scara?

a mean, dismissive, cold scaramouche that needs heavy decoding, and seconds before reader falters into sadness, almost leaving, scara mutters something that quickens her heartrate, grabbing her fingers with his instead of her wrist or hand, showing a certain side, and she was met with sudden comforting affectionate gestures, cheek kisses, trailing lower and closer to the corner of her lips, praising her affectionately and lovingly in that moment, before fucking each others mouths for a good while, mean!scara uncharacteristically praising reader genuinely with each gasp of her because- he understood her struggles, her hardwork, and he was just- drunk in an unspoken admiration towards her (cough ME🥹) AND- i dont know what else to put, but i also want to be bred roughly by him- fucking each other like it was the end of the world, and i want reader to cry in happiness and from his rough manhandling during their breeding session — because she just- she's just so genuinely drunken and intoxicated in love, happiness and lust

as if his cum was creating their own future as well

- hiraeth 🤭

MEAN SCARA MEAN SCARA MEAN SCARA

You were breaking down, tired and exhausted that you had tears in your eyes. You were so fucking tired, it was exhausting. You've worked so hard but come so far, you've been exhausting yourself just to get into that damn school, but you never got into it after..how many tries?!

During your crying session, someone comes in and sees you in a state that he's never seen before. Scaramouche kneeled down to where you were, and pulled you into an embrace, and resting your head on his chest.

You immediately broke down in more tears, probably because of him comforting you. You were extremely exhausted, and yet you don't know why Scaramouche was now comforting you. It was out of character for him to do so, but you weren't complaining.

He took your crying face in his hands, then kissing the tears away, peppering kisses all over your face until he got to your lips, placing a gentle peck on them.

"Stop crying you idiot, you've been working hard. It's hard but that's how it is. You've done a lot, and it's admirable. I can see that you've worked hard, to the point where you completely exhausted yourself. I think it's time for you to take a break and unwind.."

Meaning by unwinding, he meant by fucking you til tears are glistening from your eyes, thrusting his cock into your dripping hole while whispering and murmuring sweet praises into your ears, telling of how good you're taking him and how hard you're working. This wasnt your mean and arrogant Scara, this was a completely different person. He was being so sweet with you, peppering kisses all over your body, giving a gentle peck to your lips and worshipping your body as if you were his everything (which you are.)

He would wipe your tears, and kiss them away, the tip of his cock would always kiss your womb with every hard and deep thrust he make. You would claw at his back, whining and crying over how "it's too much" or how "it's too good."

Scaramouche would just snicker and just continue to pound into you like there was no tomorrow. Honestly, he finds your constant whining and crying adorable. He would often smash his lips against yours, silencing your whines and cries while he releases hot ropes of cum inside of you, painting your warm gummy walls white as you spasm around him.

"I wonder how would you look with a bump..pregnant with my child. You love that do you? Being all stuffed and full with my seeds..I bet you want to be knocked up, don't you?"

Tears were running down your cheeks, nodding frantically and desperately begging for him to fill you up with his cum. He immediately obliges, stuffing his cock inside of you once again, cum leaking out of your cunt as he thrusts into you mercilessly.

The thought of you being knocked up, pregnant with his child, made him harder. He loves when your gummy walls clench and spasm around him, he would occasionally rub your clit, making you squirt on his abdomen right on the spot. You don't even damn know how long you guys have been at this, but you don't care.

Scaramouche turned you over to your stomach, putting you on all fours. He soon grabbed your hips, pumping his cock right into you once again, giving hard and deep thrust that makes you quiver and tremble under him. Damn right you were gonna cum right on the spot again.

Who knows how long you guys been at this. You came so many times that you've lost count, you were reduced into a dumb cockdrunk bitch for Scara to stuff his cum in, and you didn't mind. He would always give the best after cares after anyway <33

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deanwinchestersbabygirll · 2 months

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Needed you pt1

-warnings// fluff, a lotta angst and implied smut

-a lil summary// Dean acts like an ass, Castiel saves the day yayyy

Castiel x reader

word count//1626

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"You're such an asshole Dean! I have every right to go on this hunt the same way you and sam do!" You demanded frustrated by the way Dean was banning you from the hunt, so what if you matched the witches victims, you've been a hunter just as long as they were having being brought into it by your parents

"The answers no Y/N we're not risking it!" Dean yelled packing his weapons in his duffel bag as Sam stood silent watching the fight take place not knowing what to do, you rolled your eyes crossing your arms over chest

"it's my life Dean and I can take as many damn risks as I want, especially when it comes to hunting" you yelled back at him your face growing redder by the second

Dean turned to face you his face full of anger "it's not your life I'm worried about, if Sam and I are worried about saving your ass every damn hunt we're gonna wind up dead and I ain't letting that happen so either shut up and research or find someone else to hunt with!" Dean yelled before grabbing his bag

You felt your eyes burn with tears taking in what he just said, Sam grew angry at the comment and he stepped forward to his brother "what the hell is wrong with you Dean" he was angry you were there friend for years knowing them since you were kids, you were family to them, well to Sam at least

"what Sam it's true, she doesn't pull her weight! how many hunts have you gotten bit or stabbed or shot at because Y/N needed help? At least Cas helps out!" Dean said storming out the motel door towards the impala

Sam sighed and turned to face you, taking note of the tears streaming down your face, he pulled you into his arms his large hand cradled the back of your head as your cried into his chest "just ignore him Y/N he's just being a jerk, you do everything for us I mean you've saved our lives more times than I can count, just sit this one out till I figure out what's making him lash out" Sam said and you knew he was right, being anywhere near dean would kill you right now

You nodded against Sam's chest sniffling as you pulled away "I'll be okay you head on out" Sam gave you a sad look and placed his hands on your shoulders "please don't leave just stay here, order takeout and we'll be back in 2 days tops" Sam said, he know you like the back of his hand considering you guys were best friends for over 15 years and he knew you would be thinking of packing up and heading off by yourself

"Okay I promise sweetie I'll wait right here, now you go be safe and come back in one piece" you said giving him a quick hug "I will don't worry about me, hey look if you get bored maybe call Cas he wouldn't mind keeping you company" Sam joked nudging your arm knowing of your feelings for the handsome angel

"Yeah yeah just you head on out" you joked pushing Sam to the door shutting it and quickly doing the locks, once you were alone you let your back hit the door as you slid down holding your head to your knees as your cried, you felt so worthless like you were nothing but a burden to the boys, even Castiel, you appreciated Sam's comfort but it didn't ease the pain.

Looking up from your huddled position when you heard a flutter of wings and low and behold the celestial was stood staring at you confused "you're crying? Who's done this" Castiel asked as he nearly down to your level placing his hand on your knee "I'm okay Cas really don't worry about it" you spoke quickly freaking embarrassed having been caught crying

Castiel gave a look as he squinted his eyes, taking in your features "if it's made this upset of course I'll worry about" Castiel said taking your hands in his pulling you up to a standing position, he placed his hands on your face as he gently wiped your tears away "please tell what happened honeybee?" He begged making you break into tears once more

You and the angel sat on the bed, his arm around your waist holding you to him as you told him about your fight with dean. Castiel was tense as you spoke feeling completely enraged towards the older Winchester "he shouldn't say things like that to you" Castiel was said as he twirled a strand of your hair, helping to calm your breathing

You eventually fell asleep on Castiel's shoulder as you both lay on the bed sitting against the headboard, Castiel stared at your sleeping face noting the red tones on your raw cheeks, he pulled out his phone and hit deans contact, normally he would go to where the boys were, but you looked so peaceful he didn't want to disrupt that

"Hey Cas what's up?" Deans gruff voice came from the phone "well I'm not happy considering I found Y/N crying alone " Cas replied annoyed

Dean sighed before answering "just stay out of it Cas it's not a big deal" Castiel only grew angrier at this "yes dean it is, how could you say that to her" cas whisper yelled down the phone "it's between Y/N and i so just mind your own damn business!" Dean yelled before hanging up the phone, Castiel let out a frustrated sigh and placed his phone on the night stand.

A few hours later you woke up to the feeling of fingers moving slowly through your hair, you looked up from your place on Castiel's chest "hey you stayed?" You questioned knowing the angel didn't need sleep "of course, you were upset I wouldn't leave you alone when you're upset" cas said as if stating the obvious

"That's really sweet of you cas I really needed a friend tonight" you leaned in giving the angel a hug which he was hesitant to reciprocate, still getting used to human antics

"I'll always be there when you need me" he said pulling back from the hug gently his blue orbs staring into your eyes "th-that means a lot Cas thank you" you stuttered out feeling awkward his intense stare at you.

Castiel placed his hands either side of your face, he battled an internal thought, before you could ask him what was wrong, he was leaning forward capturing your lips in his own, you were shocked at first Castiel had never shown interest in you other than friendship

Once the shock had worn off you kissed back immediately wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer to you, after a few minutes Cas pulled away from the kiss "I uh w-what was that for?" You questioned still enchanted by the way his lips felt on yours

"Sam and I talked, he told me what it meant when I felt a fluttering sensation in my abdomen when I was with you and how I should talk to you about it" Cas said his striking blue eyes staring into your own as he spoke

"Are you saying you like me?" You asked and Cas leaned forward giving you another small kiss before pulling back once more "I find myself falling for you more everyday" Cas said and you smiled feeling your heart beating a thousand miles an hour "I really like you too Cas"

You leaned forward pushing cas down to the bed as you captured his lips in a searing kiss and straddled his hips, he ran his hands from your waist down to your thighs as he gripped them tightly "I've wanted to kiss you since I first saw you" you said panting as you pulled back slightly only to move your kisses down his neck

He groaned when you nipped at the spot under his jaw "your the only human I have ever felt feelings for Y/N" cas said as his hand grasped your ass holding you close to him as you grinder your hips down softly against his growing your shirt off your body leaving you in your black lace bra as you kissed your way back to his lips.

Breathless you lay against Castiel's bare chest, your hair sticking to your forehead with sweat "that was pretty amazing" you murmured against his skin, Castiel ran his hand up and down your waist “yes I quite liked it, I would like to do it again” Castiel replied

“Oh really?” You asked, Castiel nodded “yes, but only with you” Castiel said, you smiled looking up at him as you moved to leave a kiss on his kiss swollen lips “I’d really like to do that again with you too Cas” you said as you cuddled back into his side.

It was later and the room was in complete darkness, you slept soundly against the angel who remained awake, staying determined to protect you if any evil came lurking through the night, a buzzing coming from the phone that lay in your bag, it was seemingly unnoticed by the angel as he was too focused on the feel of your bare skin against his

It was a message from Dean…

‘Hey sweetheart, listen I’m really sorry for how much of an ass I was to you before leaving, I didn’t mean any of it, I know that’s no excuse, I think we should have a talk when Sammy and I come back, just us, I want to talk to you about some things.’

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THIS IS FROM MY OLD PAGE @aesthetic-babyyy

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marvelfanfn2187a113 · 2 months

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Hope

Sam and Dean Winchester & little sister!reader, Crowley & Winchester!reader (platonic)

Requested by anonymous

Synopsis: (very very loosely) set during 5x10 when Sam and Dean get killed and go to heaven (doesn’t follow cannon really)

Crowley took in the room before him, a pit opening up in his gut at the gruesome scene. Sam and Dean were splayed out on their respective beds, chests gaping open from near-identical bullet wounds. And then there was you.

The brothers’ young sister was sitting on the floor between the two beds, the demon-summoning ingredients in front of her. She was shaking from head to foot and her eyes were red-rimmed and wild with desperation. Her eyes met Crowley’s, and he nearly staggered back just seeing the haunted terror residing there.

“Darling…” Crowley’s voice was quiet, apologetic.

“You have to bring them back,” you whimpered. “Please.”

“I…I can’t,” he sighed. “Just because I’m king doesn’t mean I can just reanimate whoever I want. Not without…” Crowley stopped suddenly, but it was too late. Your eyes lit up with realization. “No,” Crowley said, but you were already nodding.

“I’ll do it,” you said. “You can have my soul, just bring them back!”

“It’s not that simple. If the demons find out that I brought their biggest threats back to life…” he was stalling, and you both knew it. He didn’t want your soul in hell, but he would never admit that.

“Please,” you pleaded. “Crowley, I-“ your voice cracked. “Please. I-I can’t live without them.”

Crowley looked from the boys’ dead bodies to you, then back again. You followed his gaze, your eyes settling on Sam first, then Dean.

“It was hunters.” Your lip quivered. “They-they said Sam was evil, and-and he had to be stopped. Then-then Dean recognized them, so they said that…” your voice cracked as tears slid down your cheeks. You took a deep breath before continuing. “They said they had to kill him, too, so that he wouldn’t come after them. De-Dean didn’t even care.” A sob wracked your body, and Crowley had to resist the sudden surprising urge to comfort you. “He didn’t care that they were gonna kill him, he-he just told them over and-and over not to kill me. I guess they thought I couldn’t be much of a threat.” You pulled your knees up to your chest, and your next sentence was so quiet that Crowley had to strain to hear. “I wish they got me, too.”

Crowley had been ready to leave you here, to turn down your deal and walk out and leave you with your brothers’ corpses. He didn’t want to make this deal, he didn’t want Sam and Dean screwing things up for him in hell, and he didn’t want you, just a kid, to give up your soul. You didn’t deserve hell.

But the last thing you said—your wish to die alongside your brothers.

Crowley couldn’t turn away from that.

“You’ve got yourself a deal.”

…

Crowley was gone before Sam and Dean opened their eyes. They sat up simultaneously, identical gasps leaving their throats as they breathed again for the first time.

You were off the floor and in their arms before they even knew what was happening.

…

“What happened?” Dean asked after he had gotten his bearings. “We were caught by Zachariah, how did we…” Dean caught sight of the summoning ingredients on the motel floor, and it hit him like a truck. Sam and him hadn’t gotten out by themselves.

“No…” Sam breathed, his gaze following Dean’s. “Y/N, no, tell me you didn’t.”

“Don’t pretend you wouldn’t have done the same,” was your response.

You flinched when Dean slammed his hand against the desk.

“What were you thinking?” He demanded.

“That I wasn’t about to let the two of you die,” you shot back.

“We could’ve gotten out ourselves!” Dean exploded. “The angels need us alive!”

“Yeah, but they would’ve tortured you until you said yes to Michael and Lucifer first!”

“How long did you get?” Sam’s quiet voice interrupted you and Dean’s shouting match. His tone sobered the room.

“A year.” Your voice was no longer strong or defensive. You were scared, and the boys could see it instantly.

“We’re gonna get you out of this,” Dean promised. “You’re not going to hell. I’m gonna call Crowley and—“

“Who do you think I made a deal with?” You sighed. “He may be the king of hell, but there’s only so much he can do. It was dangerous enough for him bringing you guys back as it was.”

“I don’t care,” Dean said. “He helped get you into this, he’s gonna help get you out.”

…

The year passed faster than anyone had anticipated. Crowley never answered when the Winchesters summoned or called, and they hadn’t been able to track him down or summon any other demons either.

You were on your last day, sitting on a motel bed next to your brothers, when he finally made contact.

“Hello, boys. Y/N.”

All three Winchesters nearly jumped out of their skins at the sudden appearance of the king.

“It’s about time, Crowley,” Dean growled. “We’ve been trying to contact you for—“

“Three hundred sixty-four days, twenty-three hours, and twenty-six minutes,” Crowley interrupted. “Y/N’s almost out of time.”

“Exactly,” said Dean. “Now fix your mess.”

“I can’t undo a deal, Squirrel.” Crowley couldn’t meet your eye as he spoke. “There’s nothing I can—“

While his gaze was focused on Dean, he didn’t notice Sam pulling out the demon knife until it was up against his throat.

“Then why are you here?!” Sam demanded.

“I can’t undo the deal,” Crowley said, his hands raised defensively. “Nor can I tell you about the hidden escape hatch out of hell. It would be utter treason for me to accidentally leave Y/N’s cell door in hell open in exactly seventeen hours and twelve minutes, when the guards change. It would be an affront of all I stand for to give you boys this address,” Crowley reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper, handing it to Dean while Sam kept the knife on him. “It also wouldn’t be possible for me to tell Y/N to take two lefts and a right, and that the escape hatch is behind the giant rock shaped like a nose—trust me, you’ll see it.”

The trio of siblings was silent for several long seconds as they took in Crowley’s words.

“Why are you doing this?” Dean asked.

“I didn’t want to make this crummy deal in the first place,” Crowley sighed. “But you Winchesters are stubborn, so I made it. Now I’m doing the little I can to un-make it.”

The Winchester brothers began questioning Crowley about the specifics of the plan, but you remained silent. The men seemed to forget your presence until you suddenly interrupted them.

“So I still have to go to hell?”

All eyes turned to you.

“I’m afraid so,” Crowley said, still unable to look you in the eye.

“Dean?” Your pleading voice had your big brother in front of you in an instant. “Does…” your gaze focused on your fidgeting hands, and your voice came out in a tearful whisper. “Does dying hurt?”

Dean’s heart lodged in his throat. He wanted so bad to lie, to tell you that you wouldn’t feel a thing, and that you’d be reunited with your brothers before you knew it. But you didn’t want just assurance, you wanted the truth. You needed someone to trust more than you needed comfort. So he did the last thing he wanted to do; he told you the truth.

“Yeah,” Dean sighed heavily. “Yeah, it’s gonna hurt like crazy.” Dean’s hands found your fidgeting ones, and he held them tightly. “And those seventeen hours are gonna feel like a whole lot longer. And it’s—“ Dean’s voice cracked. “It’s gonna be real dark, and you’re gonna feel like the only person in the universe for a little while. Then the demons are gonna come, and it…it’s gonna be really bad for a while, kid.”

Tears were steaming down both of your cheeks now, but still Dean continued.

“But you just gotta hold on, ok? Hope is the only thing you’re gonna have down there, so you can’t let it go for anything, understand?”

“Ok,” you choked, holding Dean’s hands in a vice grip.

“Ok,” Dean forced a fleeting smile. “Good girl.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead. “You’re gonna be ok, alright?”

You nodded, leaning into your big brother’s touch.

Dean felt you flinch in his arms, and he pulled back to see you glancing around wildly.

“Did you hear that?” You breathed. You glanced up at Sam and jerked back, gasping in surprise.

“Hey, hey,” Dean tried to grab your arms, but you backed away from him, trembling. “What you’re seeing, it’s not real, ok? Y/N, it’s me.”

“I have to go, they can’t see me here.” Crowley was gone before anyone could comment.

“Y/N, it’s Sam.” Sam appeared on your other side. “It’s ok, you’re ok.”

“Baby close your eyes.”

You looked up to see Dean staring down at you.

“Just close your eyes,” he repeated. “It’ll be ok.”

You closed your eyes tightly before the hallucinations started again, your last visual memory being that of your big brothers holding onto you. You felt Dean’s hand squeeze yours, and your breathing turned to hyperventilating when you heard the hellhounds burst through the door.

Your instincts were screaming at you to open your eyes, but Dean seemed to read your mind.

“Keep your eyes closed, sweetheart. We’re right here, we’re not gonna leave you.”

You couldn’t help the terrified gasps that were escaping you, but you listened to your big brother and kept your eyes closed, even as you heard the vicious bark of the hellhounds.

Even as you felt their claws rip into your flesh.

You shrieked in pain, and you struggled to back away from the hounds, to no avail. But you never opened your eyes.

And you never let go of your brothers’ hands.

…

Seventeen hours later, Sam and Dean were waiting at the address that Crowley had given to them. Your body was laid out carefully in the back of the Impala, having been carried there by Dean. Dean told himself over and over again that you weren’t dead; they were just waiting to get your soul back to your body.

“Is there something we should be doing?” Sam asked, glancing around.

“Not according to Crowley,” Dean sighed. “He said as long as her body is here, and she gets through that escape hatch, it should be a done deal.”

The brothers had done what they could for your body; Sam had stitched up your wounds, and Dean had done a homemade blood transfusion using his own blood. They could only hope that your soul returning to your body would somehow help the more internal injuries that they couldn’t fix. Dean insisted that they do this, since Cas wasn’t around to heal your injuries, they didn’t know what state you would be in when you got back to your body.

“So we just sit he—“

Sam’s question was cut off when your body suddenly jerked upright, a deep breath filling your lungs.

“Y/N!” Dean was by your side immediately, Sam coming to stand beside him.

“Dean? Sam?” You were out of the Impala and in your brothers arms before you even finished getting their names out.

“Hey kid,” Dean breathed a sigh of relief as you relaxed completely in his arms. “Miss me already?” He quipped, but his forced easygoing tone dropped at your response.

“It felt so long.” You held Dean tighter and started to cry into his shoulder.

“I know, I know it did sweetheart.” Dean brought his hand up to cradle your head. “I know. You’re safe now, ok? We’re right here.”

“Hey,” Sam pulled you away from Dean and held you at arms length to look at you. “How do you feel?”

You touched the stitches running up your stomach.

“It feels sore, like-like it’s healing.”

“Ok.” Sam sighed in relief. “Ok.” He pulled you into his arms, letting you relax against him.

“Let’s get going,” Dean said. “We don’t need any demons figuring out what happened.”

Dean regretted his words when he saw you tense in Sam’s arms.

“Hey.” Sam noticed too, and he pulled away and brushed your hair away from your face. “We’ve got you, ok? You’re not going back to hell. Ever.”

For the first time in months, a smile found its way onto your face.

“Let’s hope so.”

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winchesterwife19 · 26 days

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tw: smut, oral (female receiving), virgin, dirty talk

some fluff, dean being an absolute sweetheart and gentleman.

so i've written lots of stuff in the past but never posted anything, so i hope you guys like this. sorry for any typos, i am open to suggestions.

disclaimer: dean is probably about 23 or 24 in this, reader is 20 or 21. also i'm using my features of this, feel free to replace with your own

hope yall enjoy :)

y/n looked beautiful. her dirty blonde hair was flowing down her back in perfect curls, waving perfectly in the slight breeze. her bright greenish-blue eyes put the carolina stars to shame as they shone under the moon light.

dean sat before her, admiring her glowing skin and the grin that was plastered to her face. in that moment, he only knew of one way this night could get any better.

"y/n?" he muttered softly to her, not taking his eyes off her pink, glossed lips.

"yeah?" she glanced up from her lap.

"you look amazing tonight." he whispered breathlessly, letting his fingertips softly graze her the soft skin on her arm. he traced the elephant tattoo on her forearm, thinking how cute it was etched into her milky skin.

"thank you." her cheeks got hot and rosy red as she grinned, making dean immediately do the same. she always blushed when he complimented her. her lips would turn up into a sweet smile that simply turned his heart into mush.

"y/n?" he chuckles softly, letting his hand wonder up her arm, to her shoulder and neck. this nervous feeling was foreign to dean. sex had always come easy to him, why was so he so nervous now?

"yeah?" she whispered back, glancing at his perfect full lips as he gently cupped her cheek. her breath hitched as his lips inched closer to hers.

"can i kiss you?" he finally managed to ask.

"yes, please." she practically purred in response. he smirked quickly before letting his lips press to hers.

sparks ignited as dean's mouth gently dominated hers, taking the lead in their slow, passionate dance. they rose to their knees, pressing their bodies flush against each other.

her heart beats fast and hard inside her chest as he grips her hips, pulling her flush against him.

"dean." she gasped softly, biting her bottom lip and putting her hand on his chest. "i have to admit something to you."

"what's that, sweetheart?" he pushes a strand her hair away from her face, cupping her face gently.

"i'm, uh," she giggles nervously, looking away from his eyes. "i've never,"

"you've never had sex?" he asks, surprised. she nods as she bows her head a little, sort of ashamed. it's not like she's never had options, she's just never found someone worth giving her virginity to. and she wanted to give it to someone special.

"seriously?" he chuckles softly, making her face turn into a scowl.

"don't laugh." she grumbled softly.

"oh, sweetheart, i'm sorry." he wrapped his arms around her tightly. "it's just, i'm surprised."

"surprised?" she furrowed her eyebrows.

"y/n, you're so incredibly sexy." he whispered. "i mean i've been dreaming about your body since i met you, i figured someone who've-"

"it's not like i've never had offers, dean." she giggles. "i've just never found anybody worth giving it to."

"but you decided i'm worth giving it to?" he asks, boasting with pride. she smirks a little, nodding at the cute confidence.

"yeah, i did." she declares, so innocently but so seductively.

"i'm honored, y/n." he whispered softly, pressing his lips to hers. "and i promise you're in good hands."

"i know." she doesn't even open her eyes. his lips press against hers again. their lips move together perfectly as he lays her against the soft blanket on the ground.

dean hovers over her, resting in his forearms. he kisses her lips gently, taking in the sweet flavor of her mango lip gloss. his seemingly giant hands bunched up the material of her yellow, floral sundress around her hips.

"is this okay, baby?" he whispers, letting his hands graze the skin under her dress. she nods, wanting more.

"use your words, y/n." he demands softly. "i don't want to do anything you're not into."

"it's okay. i'm into it." she insists, pulling his lips back to hers.

"take this off." he pulls her dress over her head with an excited smirk. "oh my god, y/n." he hissed sharply at the sight of her perfect, sexy body.

he wondered how on earth she's still a virgin with a body like hers. but, he was secretly prideful that she decided he was good enough to be her first.

"you are so beautiful." he kissed her chest and stomach, making sure to show extra attention to every little imperfection. her back arched off the ground for him to take her bra off.

"i love these." he smirks, gripping her breasts tightly. his mouth shows each pink nipple attention.

"oh shit." she gasps softly as the sensation of his mouth around her hardened nub.

"you like that, baby?" he asks, gently rolling the nub between his teeth.

"fuck yes." she moans.

"as much as i'd love to play with these all day, there's other matters to tend to." he smirks, kissing each breast.

his month travels further down her soft torso.

"i didn't know you had this." he smirked, playing with the small charm on her belly button ring. her chest heaved up and down faster as he kissed further down her body.

truth be told, she was nervous for him to see her so exposed. vulnerability made her uncomfortable, but she felt like she could be completely herself about him.

"relax, pretty girl." he smooths her stomach out, kissing her waistline sweetly. "i'm gonna take good care of you, i promise."

"i'm sorry." she pants, trying to control her breathing.

"don't be sorry. if you want me to stop, just say peaches." he says as he takes her pink panties off and lays them with her dress.

"okay." she nods, watching as he spreads her legs wide open with him in the middle. his lips turn into a smirk at the sight of her sweet, soaking core.

"you're so wet, baby." he muttered seductively between light kisses on her thighs. his sinfully long fingers danced through her slick folds.

"oh my." she gasped as he moved the pad of thumb in small, slow circles on the swollen, pink nub of a clit.

"does that feel good, sweetheart?" he asks and she nods eagerly. with a deep, humorless chuckle, he moves his thumb a little faster.

"oh god, dean." she moans, intertwining her fingers in his hair.

dean slowly slips his pointer finger into her entrance and she gasps a little. his tongue carefully glides up her core, lapping around her perfectly.

"fuck." she shutters. he moans against her as he slowly moves his tongue and finger.

although dean has experience, it's been with older women. or women that have more experience themselves. usually, they know what they want and how they want it.

this is different. it's up to him to show her what feels good, inside there was a battle between anxiousness and pride.

"does that feel good, sweet girl?" he cooed quickly, wanting to make sure she was having a good time.

"yes, dean." she moans, meeting his eyes. never in her seemingly long life did she imagine someone looking so sexy, so seductive with their face buried between her legs. but dean did.

"you look," she tried to get the words out as she rests on her elbows to watch him but her breathing was too out of control.

"what is it, baby?" he encouraged her to finish.

"you look so sexy." she bit her lips as her toes curled.

"you like the way i look with my head between your thighs, huh?" he smirked, sucking her clit. his mouth made obscene slashing noises.

"hell, yeah." she cried, letting her head fall back. "oh my god, dean."

"let it out, baby. it's just you and me here." he reminded her, inserting another finger. she gasped again, her toes curling again as she gushed all over his hand and mouth.

"you okay, princess?" he coos, rubbing her clit with this thumb.

"yes, babe." she moaned, looking down at him. "please kiss me."

"baby, you're so tight." he muttered as he slowly made his way back to her lips.

"take this off." she whimpers at the sudden emptiness between her legs as he took his t-shirt off.

"better?" he smirked as he sunk back into his position against her. she moaned, gripping his forearm as he slide his fingers back home again.

"fuck, y/n, i'm so hard." he hissed, undoing his belt and jeans with his free hand. when his bottom half is free of clothing, he hovers over her.

"i want you." y/n demanded firmly. "please."

"i'm pretty big, baby." he warned gently. "let me use another finger first, i don't want to hurt you."

"okay." she whispered, groaning softly at the feeling of another finger. "oh god, dean."

"does that hurt?" he whispers cautiously, not moving his fingers.

"no." she let out a breath, grinding her hips against his hand.

dean kissed her neck and collar bone as he slowly stretched her walls for his length. she whines softly as he pulls his fingers out to line the tip of his rock hard memer with her entrance.

"are you ready?" he whispers against her neck, tickling her skin.

"yes." she begged. with that, he pushed himself inside her. as she gasped, she dug her fingernails into his back.

"are you okay?" he asks, stopping halfway in.

"yes, keep going." she whispered softly, trying to ignore the stinging sensation from being stretched so far.

she was gripping onto him tightly when he finally reached the back of her. in order to ease the pain a little, he made small thrusting motions with his hips.

"oh fuck." she moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist.

"you want more, baby?" he asked in her ear, desperately wanting to plow into her.

"yes, please, dean." she looked him in the eyes as he picked up his speed slightly.

she moaned loudly, arching her back off the ground. the euphoric feeling in her core was like nothing she had ever felt. and the way love written in deans emerald green eyes melted her insides.

"faster, please." she begged, looking him directly in the eyes. "please, baby."

"come here." he wrapped her torso into his strong arms, pulling her up into a straddling position on his lap. he thrusted quickly into her, holding her body up.

"oh my god, dean." she gasped. "you feel so good."

"so do you." he moans, pulling her face to his so she'd kiss him. "you're taking my cock so well, baby."

"fuck, i think i'm gonna cum." she whimpered, not wanting this to end. he knew she was about to cum, he has already learned her cues and signals. he wanted memorize every single part of her.

"cum for me, baby girl." he encouraged, knowing he could work her up again before he came. she let go with a cry of pleasure, digging her nails in his neck.

"oh god!"

"that's it, sweet girl." he moans, working her through her high. "i love those pretty noises."

despite thinking he could work her up for another orgasm, she was simply too tight and too wet for him to control himself.

before he even knew what he was doing, he was shooting hot strings of semen inside her. with a deep moan, he threw his head back. nobody has ever been able to get him there so quickly.

"oh god, y/n." his deep voice was sensual.

"fuck, baby." he panted gently laying her back against the blanket.

"did you enjoy that?" he asks softly and she nods.

"i loved it." she giggled. "you're amazing, dean."

"no, you're amazing." he smirked, kissing her lips sweetly.

"hey, you're on birth control, right?" he asks curiously.

"yeah." she giggles as they cuddle up, covering themselves with access blanket.

"y/n?" he whispered once she was comfortably settled in to his side.

"yes?" she mumbled softly.

"i-" he looked down at her, pulling her head up so she was looking at him. "i love you."

she gasped a little, looking at him with tears in her green eyes. his heart began to pound so hard she could feel it against the hand that laid on her chest.

"really?" she smiled, looking up at him.

"really." he chuckles.

"i love you too, dean."

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syrma-sensei · 11 months

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→ Vociferous Tendencies.

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pairing: dean winchester x fem!reader.

rating: smut.

warning: slight dub-con, sub!dean, pet names, oral (female receiving), facesitting, edging, handjob...

summary: you're everything he dreams about.

Gorgeous. He can only say that she's gorgeous. Magnificent. Breathtaking. Just what he needs for his sore eyes tonight. After the three of them came back to the bunker, to do some research for the case they're working on, Dean called it a day after fruitless hours of digging through the lore.

His green eyes blink several times in stupor, a serious attempt to comprehend what he's beholding. God, he still can't believe it. His eyelashes bat again, eyebrows crooking in both bewilderment and astonishment. He can't understand. She was with him and Sam reading books and surfing through the internet just minutes ago, and she insisted on carrying on for more couple of hours. How could she beat him to his room so quickly? But does it really matter? He doesn't think so.

“You can't be real.” He finally says, rasping hoarsely, his voice betraying him. His tongue darts out to moisten his dry lips only to realize that his throat is too.

Dean hears a chuckle, seductively beautiful, the red and black silks covering her body slipping down her skin almost tantalisingly.

“Oh, poor Dean,” She says, her voice is a tad sneering, “Still thinking I'm out of your league?”

His hands are itching to touch, to grope, to feel. Her glowing skin is making it hard to keep himself in check. He fists his hands on his sides.

“Is it too hard, Dean?” She cups her cheek tenderly, her palm is so soft against his skin, her touch is velvety, “To always have to see me but never have me?”

Dean bites his lower lip, a chocked groan escapes his throat when her other hand trails from his chest to his torso down to his clothed dick. She gropes his hardening cock so shamelessly, while gazing up at him through her lashes unabashedly.

“Yes, it is!” He growls when she presses harder, demanding him, “Wanna fucking touch you, baby,”

Her giggle warbles resonantly; something hypnotizing about her voice makes him dip his head and crash his lips with hers. She doesn't pull away or push him, she just takes his mouth as passionately as him. Dean moans into the kiss when she sucks and licks his lower lip. Before he can use his tongue, she breaks the kiss with a click of her tongue. His breathing is ragged, and his dick is pulsating with need.

“Please lemme kiss you more,” He whimpers, almost pathetically.

“Tsk, tsk, poor Dean, so desperate, aren't you?” She grins amusedly, pecking his lips swiftly. He chases her lips ardently, but she draws back, “Naughty, needy boy,” Her hand is on his crotch again, coddling and stroking gently.

Dean lets a helpless groan again, spine shuddering at the possessive hint at her voice. His hips buck into her hand, and she clicks her tongue again.

“Please...” He whimpers.

The pressure of her hand plummets gradually, a mischievous smirk flashing on her lips, “Please what, Dean?”

The word rolls off his tongue, “Please touch me, Mistress,”

She croons, a satisfied grin gracing her plump lips. With delicate hand on his hard chest, she deftly pushes him backwards, and his eyes fly wide. But instead of crashing on the ground, he lands on fluffy sheets and comfy pillows. And in a moment, she's by his side. Dean's heart palpitates aggressively within his ribcage as his eyes roam her figure in anticipation. He wants to roll over her and cage her underneath him. He's feeling a growing urge in his chest to fuck her, to make love to her... to worship her like a goddess she is. Chuck be damned, he doesn't recognise a god but her.

However, Dean Winchester finds his wrists somehow chained to the headboard. He gazes at her with dilated eyes. His cock is throbbing. She gives him a lascivious smirk.

“You like it, don't you?” She's not asking rathar stating facts, “To be completely at my mercy.”

Dean senses something is off, perhaps he's still taken by the daze. He still can't believe this. Him with the girl whom stole his heart effortlessly. Never did it occur to him, not in his wildest fantasies, that he'd be with her, let alone in such libidinous scene. Like she's said, she's out of his league even though she practically lives in the bunker with him and Sam. He always has to watch her plundering his heart day after day, and never be able to have her despite being it's her he wants the most. He just can't do it. Who the hell he thinks he is? He's not even worthy of her. Yet, she's laying next to him, barely covered by a thin set of lingerie.

Dean's Adam's apple bobs up and down. His throat is dry. Sweat is shimmering down his temples. His hands grabs the cuffs as he nods vehemently at her. She giggles amusedly and his heart flutters. How can she be so alluring with the simplest gestures! He looks again at her, green eyes glimmering in silent beseech. Her pretty grin drops, and a confused frown replaces it.

“What's wrong, pretty boy?” She cups his scruffy cheek, thumbing his skin.

Dean licks his lips, “I wanna... make you feel good too. Please, lemme worship you,”

He doesn't understand why he's that vulnerable now. But, somehow, it doesn't make him cringe or coil. On the contrary, he feels relieved.

She grazes a playing forefinger on his cheek, down to his chin then neck. Her lips puckering up approvingly, humming, “Such a good boy...”

The praise bolts through his spine down to his cock, making it nourishes to life again. She chuckles again, hand sliding down to it. It is when he realizes that he's naked. He doesn't remember stripping off his clothes, but he's naked, and his cock is painfully hard as she palms it gently. She's captivating, utterly distracting. She hoists herself up and he eyes her.

“I want you to eat me out, Dean,” She cooes, “Can you do that for me?”

“Please, Mistress,” He replies eagerly.

“Precious boy,”

His goddess sets herself upon his face, and he couldn't be more delighted. Dean moans against her cunt, and nuzzles his nose into her crack. He kisses her drenched hole aggressively, but she stops him.

“Easy, easy, sweet boy,” She says, taking his dick in her hand again. “Don't you cum before I tell you.” She orders, and he grumble.

Dean holds into the cuffs again, his mouth is working diligently on her cunt while she's pampering his cock with her touches. Whenever he's about to reach his pleasure, she eases down her touches, and that's driving him crazy, but oddly good. To not be in control and let her dominate him. He bucks his hips into her palm, and he practically fucks himself on her hand while he groans and showers his face with her arousal. Ecstasy sweeps over his body even though she doesn't let him release his load. Dean thinks he's in heaven, and his tongue is tasting from its ambrosia. Dean licks and sucks and kiss her pearl and she moans and mewls his name.

“Good boy, Dean. You can cum now.”

As if on command, Dean shoots his seed into her hand, and only then does he jerk in his bed.

Dean's eyes snaps open as realization casts down upon him. He curses under his breath and gazes down on his crotch. Great, so he's having wet dream like a teenager now?! But no, it felt so different, it was too real, too specific. His heart is still panging from its intensity.

Dean's body petrifies when urgent knocks bang on his door.

“Dean, wake up!” Comes her voice.

“Fuck!” Dean rasps and looks around him and fetch another jeans from the pile next to his bed. The last thing he wants is her knowing about his this weird, sexual dream.

When he opens it, he raises his eyebrows at her flushed face. She's panting, and her face is sweating as if she was....

Dean's eyes widen.

“We need to talk.” They say in unison.

to be continued...

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Hornee thought buuuttt imagine chilling in Nevilles common room and you're on his thigh, making out hard, and he's teasing you, touching you everywhere then his friends walk in and you get embarrassed and shy and get off him really quickly but they saw anyways. And they start teasing you about the wet spot you left on his thigh while Neville is just proud

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the way I never know if my fingers are gonna type in 2nd or 3rd person is wild

THIS BLURB IS 18+!!! MINORS / ACCOUNTS WITHOUT AGE DNI YOU WILL BE BLOCKED WITH NO WARNING BUT THIS ONE.

Everyone else had decided to head to the Quidditch game, Slytherin vs Gryffindor meaning not a singular person could be found that wasn't out there in the stands watching it go down. Well, every person was present besides you and Neville.

The two of you had split a spliff about half an hour ago and sometime between then and now the cuddling and soft kisses you two had been exchanging turned into a mess of tangled limbs and sticky, wet kisses. You became hyper aware of the way your pussy was tingling between your legs as Neville let a low growl escape from his throat. His lips brushed against your, his large calloused hands palming at the soft flesh of your ass.

"Look at you, petal. Getting all worked up from a bit of kissing. Haven't even touched your pussy and yet I can feel it drooling through my slacks." he teased, dragging his lips along the nape of your neck. You whimpered at his words, continuing to rub your messy cunt against his upper thigh.

"Feels so good, Nev." you whined out. He coos at you, beginning to suck at the junction between your neck and shoulder. Everything felt so slow and overwhelmingly pleasurable. You didn't notice he had moved his hands to your front until he snapped the waistband of your panties against your skin causing you to yelp, jumping a bit. Resting his forehead against yours, he gazes into your eyes deeply. Teasingly, he drags his thumbs under the waistband, knuckles gently brushing against the top of your pubic bone.

"I love how needy you get for me. Always such a messy little thing, baby." he mutters, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth, gently nibbling. You lean forward, lips clattering together clumsily but he easily corrects it, deepening the kiss as he slips his tongue in. The cold metal of his rings digs into your skin as he guides your hips, the tent in his pants poking at your thigh with each movements.

Before either of you could fully register what was happening the sound of happy singing and cheers came close way too fast. Pulling away, you turn around catching the sight of familiar faces as you try to climb off of Nev's lap with haste. But it's too late, your skirt is all wrinkled, a plethora of bruises on your neck and chest along with your kiss swollen lips. Neville looks less disheveled than you, making you think they wouldn't comment on anything.

"Merlin, Neville! And I thought we were having fun at the game!" Seamus said, pointing at the large wet stain on the front of his tan pants. Ron, Dean, and Harry begin to laugh. The stain was a large portion of his upper right thigh, but also a bit near his crotch.

"That's like a bloody fountain, (L/n)!" Ron said, his eyes wide as his eyes flicker from you to the stain.

You audibly gasp as you see it, hiding your face in the side of his chest. It was all too embarrassing for you to handle. Did you really leave that big of a mess?

"Are you saying you've never made a girl that wet before without laying even a finger on her pussy?" Neville says, raising a brow. The laughter from the boys dies quickly as they draw their attention from the stain to their suddenly interesting shoes. "No? Or better yet, I've doubt any of you have even made a girl that wet in general." he scoffs, pulling you into his side as he stares up at them. "Amateurs."

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apocalypseornaw · 5 months

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Love You Better (Pt 3/5)

Dean Winchester x Reader

The distance between you and Dean starts to take a toll. How much longer can the tension between the two of you continue before it snaps? And can your relationship survive his insecurities

I think only warnings are cursing and some sort of talk about sex

You weren't sure what exactly had woke you up. You blinked a couple times to let your eyes adjust to the darkness in the room. Nothing was out of place and you could hear Sam's snores coming from the adjoining room. You laid there a second before you heard Dean barely whisper your name.

You turned over to face him and saw in his face he was in pain. He looked broken even asleep. You gently touched his arm "Dean?" He jolted awake, green eyes wide as he took a few breaths. He finally focused on you so you asked if he was ok. He nodded "Yeah, I'm good" you knew he was lying but you also knew pushing it wouldn't work. "You called my name in your sleep. Bad dream?" He nodded quickly "The usual, you getting hurt" if you had been anyone else you would've believed that but there was a hesitation in his eyes, his touch that told you there was more.

You moved closer to him and laid your head over on his chest "Well try to get more sleep. I'm right here" he smiled but it didn't even reach his eyes. He leaned down and pressed a feather light kiss to your lips before settling back onto the pillows.

You were worried about him. You needed to ask Sam about the fallout from the time he'd gotten poisoned by a Djinn before, maybe call Charlie too since she'd dealt with it. After a moment of listening his heart beat under your ear you felt sleep nipping at your mind to pull you back under.

Dean watched as you told Jax goodbye. He still wasn't sure of the reason the two of you had split. If he was being honest Jax was a decent guy and from what he'd seen and heard had damn near worshiped the ground you walked on.

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You hugged Jax and he whispered into your ear "You and Dean are a good fit" you pulled back and smiled "I'd like to think so" then motioned around the garage "This place seems to be doing well, I'm happy for you"

He nodded over to where Dean was leaning against the impala talking to Sam "Looks like we both landed where we were meant to" you hugged him once more before saying "Don't be a stranger"

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He walked you over to the impala and offered his hand to Dean first. When Dean shook it he smiled "Was good working with you again Dean. Take care man" Dean nodded "You too"

Jax shook Sam's hand too and thanked him for the help before the three of you decided to hit the road home.

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You'd gotten about sixty miles from Austin and Dean was being a little distant still. You weren't sure what was wrong. He'd even let a few songs you knew he loved pass without so much as drumming along on the steering wheel. You cut your eyes up at Sam to see if he'd noticed but his eyes were on his phone screen checking emails.

You let out a breath then leaned up between the two of them to kiss Dean on the cheek "if you want me to drive I promise I can treat her right. You didn't sleep too well last night" he shook his head but a slight smile pulled at his lips "I'm good sweetheart"

You nodded and leaned back in the seat, he'd talk to you eventually. You had to trust that.

Dean walked up the steps to Bobby's porch. He could hear the sound of music from inside. Certain things stuck out as feeling out of place. Like the junkyard had organization to it, the paint on the house was fresh and wasn't peeled anywhere not to mention the flowers blooming in the garden.

The nagging at the back of his mind grew worse but he pushed it down. He knew where he was, this was Bobby's there was no way anything too much was wrong. He hesitated with his hand on the knob and before he could turn it the door opened and there you stood.

"Sweetheart I think something is wrong" your eyes widened slightly but you nodded "What do you mean Dean?" Then looked around behind him "Where's Lisa? Did she get called into work last minute?" The confusion he felt he knew was visible on his face "Lisa?" Before he could question further he heard Jax's voice calling your name. The man in question came into view behind you and nodded to Dean before slipping an arm around your waist "Baby what's going on?"

Dean could feel his blood boiling as you turned to look up at Jax "I don't know. Dean was saying something was wrong and Lisa couldn't make it" Dean motioned between the two of you "What is going on?"

Your smile faltered slightly "We're celebrating Jax opening up two more garages across Texas. You don't remember?" He shook his head "I think I need to sit down" you stepped out of Jax's embrace to offer him a hand but he shook his head again "I'm good"

You stepped back to let him past you and he heard you tell Jax to go get some water and Ellen? Ellen was alive?

You followed Dean into the living room and sat next to him on the couch, your eyes full of worry "Should I call Lisa? Sam should be here soon" He shook his head and started to ask what was going on but noticed a ring on your left hand. His heart clenched in his chest as he motioned to it "That new?" You looked down at the ring then smiled brightly "We were gonna tell everyone over dinner but yes, Jax proposed last night"

He stared at you for a long second "How long have you two been together?" Your eyes furrowed slightly before you said "Dean did something happen? An accident or something?" He shrugged "I don't think so" you nodded slowly then said "Remember me and you had a fling but then after that wreck that we got into with Sam and Bobby I don't know I guess we started pulling away from each other. You ended up getting back with Lisa then Jax asked me out. That was God six years ago now?"

He felt like the room got ten degrees hotter, he could feel his chest tightening "So you and him have been together that whole time?" You nodded slowly "Im gonna call Lisa ok?" He watched you stand to walk away and knew this wasn't right.

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Lisa had ended up actually being at work but apparently everyone stayed at Bobby's when you landed in town? Which meant Bobby and Ellen were downstairs in their bedroom while Sam and Jess were in one room, you and Jax were in another and Dean was supposed to take the third room until Lisa could join him.

He couldn't sleep, you weren't supposed to be with Jax. You were supposed to be with him. Of course the sound of Sam and Jess having sex wasn't helping either. He eventually gave up and decided to head downstairs, he took a deep breath before walking past the room you and Jax were in.

When he heard you moan loudly it took everything he had not to break the door down and kill that son of a bitch.

"Dean!" You were on your knees in the bed shaking his arm, trying to get him to wake up. He was having a nightmare that much was clear. He'd been saying your name then his hands were balled into fists tight enough you were afraid he'd hurt himself.

When his eyes opened you ducked back to give him room to breath "Baby are you ok?" He stared at the ceiling for a second before nodding "Yeah, I'm good"

You watched him for a while before he finally sat up, leaning back against the headboard. The sheet pooled around his waist as he did so. He'd gone to bed wearing sleep pants and a tshirt which made you question why he'd been wearing a shirt when he normally didn't.

A slight smirk that was a ghost of his usual one played at his lips "Quick staring sweetheart. You know what I look like under these clothes" you felt your cheeks warm for feeling like an overly hormonal teenager. A couple days had passed since you'd been home from Texas and you were used to yours and Dean's sex life being a usual thing. It didn't bother you when you had reason but you were starting to wonder if something had happened you didn't know about.

"Excuse me for you being gorgeous there Dean" he shook his head at your words but smiled nonetheless "Come here" he held out an arm so you moved closer to him, ducking your head against his clothed chest "Are you sure you're ok?" You asked quietly "I'm ok" he replied and leaned down to press a kiss onto your lips. It was just a touch of a kiss but enough to take your breath away. God you were in love with him and seeing him like this was breaking your heart.

When you cut your eyes up at him he smiled "Let's get some sleep" you nodded and laid down against the pillows and he laid down behind you so you reached for his arm and pulled it around your waist before falling back asleep.

You woke up the next morning and felt Dean's hand had slipped under the shirt you'd worn to bed and had cupped one of your breast in his sleep. You didn't want to move in fear of waking him because this was the most intimate touch you'd had with him since before the three of you had gone to Texas.

You missed his touch. He'd been barely kissing you. You felt him stir behind you and tried to stifle a moan when you felt his erection around your ass. He rolled his hips into yours and laughed as he moved his hand to pinch at your nipple" Good morning"

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You were like putty in Dean's hands, always had been. As he teased at your breast you shifted back into him, rubbing back against him "Are you feeling better?" You asked and he nodded biting down gently on your pulse point. You let out a moan and felt him freeze behind you. "Dean?" You turned and he smiled "I forgot we gotta help Jody do some stuff today. Better get up now so we can start getting stuff together to hit the road"

You watched him grab clothes and adjust himself in his pants before he came over to give you a quick kiss "Be back in a few" you watched him walk out and fought the urge to cry. What had you done to make him not want you?

The sound of your moan rang through Dean's head. He should've ignored it, pushed through and give both of you the pleasure from being together you desperately needed but he could still hear you moaning Jax's name, the sounds of flesh hitting flesh and Jax praising your body.

He let the water rush over his face in the shower hoping maybe to wash it away. He didn't want to lose you because of this. He wanted to be selfish and just bury himself inside of you but the doubt remained what if you didn't love him like he loved you? He couldn't blame you, you deserved better but how the fuck was he even supposed to face that maybe you didn't want him like he wanted you?

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aesthetic-babyyy · 4 months

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Needed you~ Castiel Novak imagine

Warnings// fluff, a lotta angst and implied smut

Word count//1626

(Gif from Pinterest)

"it's my life Dean and I can take as many damn risks as I want, especially when it comes to hunting" you yelled back at him your face growing redder by the second

"Hey Cas what's up?" Deans gruff voice came from the phone "well I'm not happy considering I found Y/N crying alone " Cas replied annoyed

"That's really sweet of you cas I really needed a friend tonight" you leaned in giving the angel a hug which he was hesitant to reciprocate, still getting used to human antics

It was a message from Dean…

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Hi everyone, I’ve been a little inactive as I have decided to make a new account because I unfortunately cannot remember the password to this account, i will tag it here and I promise I will be producing lots of supernatural one shots…. Possibly including a part 2 of this that may turn into a dean imagine… I’m a dean girl sorry also Maybe some marvel too, thanks so much for the support on this account, don’t worry I won’t delete what I have now, I may repost on my new account but for the people that have liked my work thus far I will keep it right here!

My new account is @deanwinchestersbabygirll

I will also tag it on my main profile, thanks again, enjoy this little Castiel imagine ❤️

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soupsuckz · 7 months

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drunk!dean x reader (smut)

♡ i very much have up on this halfway through ♡

It was 9:44 PM on a Friday night. They had all just come back from a hunt. Once settled in, Sam decided to head out and get some food. Dean, exhausted, got up from where he was sitting and walked toward fridge. "Want one?" He asks as he holds up a bottle of beer.

"Yeah, sure, why not?" She shrugged as she got up from the bed. She quickly downed the bottle, drinking like she hadn't had fluid in weeks. "Woah, slow down tiger! It isn't going anywhere," Dean chuckled as he watched her chug the alcohol. She rolled her eyes, "Yeah, okay. Like you can talk." She grinned and grabbed another, sipping this one slowly.

Half an hour had passed and they were both heavily intoxicated. They sat on the bed, practically leaning on one another. Dean noticed Y/n intently staring at his hands, and he decided to bring them up closer to her. "Hm? You like my hands..?" His voice was slurred and he laughed softly, confused by Y/n's interest. She looked up at him, grinning from ear to ear, and nodded. Her eyes were half-lidded and glossy, further proving how out of it she was.

"What about them?" He asked softly, his face red from the alcohol. Glancing up at Dean, Y/n giggled and took his hand in her own. "So.. Strong," She slurred, her fingers gently tracing his. She rested her head on his shoulder, nuzzling into his flannel. "Smell so good.." She mumbled, still admiring Dean's hand.

"Oh, do I?" He asked, smirking. She hummed softly and nodded, the alcohol numbing her logical thinking. "Look so good, too," She blurted out, barely aware of the words leaving her mouth. Dean's eyes went wide at her confession, a sly grin appearing on his face. "You think I look good, Y/n?" He teased, wanting to see just how much she would admit. She nodded and looked at him with doe-eyes, her cheeks covered in a pink tint.

Dean moved his hand up to her cheek, gently pulling their lips together. The kiss quickly progressed from a light peck to a full on makeout session. Y/n whined as Dean bit her bottom lip, quickly granting him entrance. They finally pulled away, gasping for air. She looks up at him, her face red and her hair messy. She needily tugs at his shirt, wanting him now more than anything. He chuckles and pulls his shirt off, "Needy, aren't you?"

She whines again, admiring his chest. She gently traces the scars that litter his body, all varying in shape and size. "Please..?" She slurs, leaving sloppy kisses down his stomach. Dean grins and pushes her down onto the bed, chuckling at how easy it is for him to manhandle her. He watches her squirm under him for a second before pulling her own shirt off.

"Hm," He hummed, his hands immediately going to her breasts, quickly unclasping her bra. "So pretty, such a pretty girl." Dean groped her boobs, burying his face in the soft flesh. She grinned and giggled as his hands rubbed along her body, his hands desperately tugging off her jeans. "You're so perfect, Y/n.. Need you so bad." His voice was raspy and breathless, showing how much he wanted her. He sat up on his knees, his fingers hooking onto her panties. She whined as the cold air hit her, looking up at the man on top at her.

"Gonna.. Keep me warm?" She asked, sighing as Dean kneaded her breasts. "Course baby, gotta make sure my girl's warm." He grinned and grabbed her thighs, gently pulling her legs apart. "Mhm, such a pretty girl. So perfect." Y/n moaned at the praise, gasping as Dean's thumb laid flat against her clit. He slowly began to move his finger, smirking as she squirmed in front of him. "Good girl, so responsive. Such a sweet girl for me, huh?" Y/n nodded desperately, gasping out as he moved faster.

A few minutes passed before Dean decided this wasn't enough. He grinned and unbuttoned his pants, slipping his boxers off with them. His cock slapped against his stomach, the tip red and leaking. He noticed Y/n's wide eyes and chuckled. "You can do it baby, I know you can." Lifting her legs up again, he positioned himself between her thighs. He leaned down and gently kissed her earlobe, "C'mon, deep breath," He whispered before pushing himself into her. She gasped and shut her eyes, tightly gripping the sheets.

"Good girl! I knew you could do it baby, so good for me. Such a sweet girl." He praised, slowly moving their hips together. Grinning, he moved his hand to her lower belly, feeling as his cock pressed into her. "God, you're taking me so good baby, so proud." She gasped and writhed under him, her eyes shut tightly. Dean's hands lifted back to her chest, playing with her breasts as he nibbled her neck. "Gonna fill you up, okay? Fuck a baby into you.. Let everyone know how much I love you. Wanna watch you get round, 'nd beautiful."

Y/n grunted and nodded, her eyes rolling back from pleasure. Drool dribbled from the corner of her mouth, tears starting to pool in her eyes. "Dean.. God, please? Please!" She moaned, desperate to have him as much as possible. "Shh, calm down sweetheart, I'm not going anywhere." Her hands gripped the sheets at she whimpered, desperate for release. Dean continued to mercilessly ram into her, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.

Before Y/n could do anything else, her pussy spasmed and she was falling into bliss. Dean grinned and played with her boobs again, still pounding into her. "Good girl, such a good girl." He hummed softly as he pulled out. Y/n laid on the bed, panting and curled up into a ball.

"Nngh.. Dean?" She spoke softly, scooting closer to Dean's chest. Closing her eyes, she hummed and began to drift to sleep, happy in her best friend's arms.

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celestialwhoree · 3 months

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Casserole 🏜🥘

Fleetwood Mac hums low on the radio as you dance around the kitchen, curtains blowing softly against the windows let in to allow the evening breeze to cool the house in the hope of a good nights sleep tonight. The clatter of pots and pans is music enough, the sound of cicadas and birds settling in for the evening melting away as you focus on the large hunk of meat your large cleaver currently works to methodically debone. Lassie sits patiently at your feet waiting for any meat scraps that may fall from the counter, her head settled between her paws as you sing softly along to the quiet crackle of the music, slicing meticulously away, occasionally throwing a piece of fat down to the collie for her patience, and a show of your appreciation for her quiet company.

You swung by the auto shop on the way home, asked Dean what he knows about this new guy in town, found out he lives not too far from your place, confirmed Marlene's gossip that he's retired military. British SAS guy supposedly, and like Marlene, Dean also said you'd like him, and despite how much you'd love to deny it, they're both probably right, seeing as they've known you since you were in diapers and baby boots.

The pot on the stove bubbles along slowly, the smell of hot stock and vegetables permeating the kitchen as you allow yourself to get lost in your thoughts, from everything to bringing in the horses for the night to car parts you need to fix up the beat mustang which currently sits dormant in your garage. You've been far too busy to tinker with it, let alone to go out and buy parts that are tough to find for a car of that age.

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When you stand on the porch of the man you don't even know, you suddenly realise how bad of an idea this really is, how maybe you shouldn't have let Marlene talk you into this. There's a reason you never got back out there. It's too late to back out now seeing as you've already knocked on the door, and that heavy footfalls can already be heard approaching it. A gruff voice breaks you from your internal panic with a rumbly "Can I help you?"

You have to strain your neck to look up at him, eyes inadvertently widening as you clutch tighter to the handles of the casserole dish, looking at the man before you like a rabbit caught in a snare. You think he's smirking, although it's hard to tell with the balaclava he sports, odd considering he's in his own home, although maybe he heard your truck pull up along the gravel driveway

"I bought casserole." You mumble, sounding far less committal than you'd wish to, than you normally would. You practically shove the heavy pot into his chest, as though trying to prove yourself, which makes him chuff in amusement, looking down at you and the cast iron pot you clutch onto like a lifeline.

"Casserole." He repeats in an amused tone, looking attentively down at the pot with a raised eyebrow, reaching slowly out to the pot you grip, moving carefully as though trying not to startle you, a smirk pulling under the worn cotton of his black balaclava. "Famous Southern hospitality, huh?" The man before you muses, and your tummy flutters - you haven't felt this way in a long time, makes you so nervous you could puke, or squeal like a lovesick teenage girl.

"Only polite to welcome new folks into town. We don't get so many of them." You squeak, flushing red with embarrassment, albeit your shoulders drop in relief when he takes the weight of the casserole dish from you, lifting the lid and taking a sniff, eyes crinkling at the corners when his lips pull into an appreciative smile. He seems to freeze in thought for a moment before holding open the front door in a wordless invitation for you to enter.

His house is notably quiet, pretty empty too, which is understandable considering he's only been in town for a couple weeks, although it still feels odd compared the the homey atmosphere of your place, but then again, you've lived in it for most of your adult life, reliant on the quiet safety of a town which you know like the back of your hand, finding protection in nosy neighbours and the unchanging inhabitants of this place.

The man, who's name you still haven't caught, leads you into his rudimentary kitchen, placing the pot on the stove and clicking on the gas. "Never told me your name." You play at nonchalance, leaning your hip against the counter, crossing your arms against your chest whilst you stare - ogle - his back, and the wall of muscle that pulls under the fabric of his shirt.

"Simon." He grunts, turning back to you with an intrigued sort of look before he reaches into a half empty cabinet, withdrawing two glasses and a bottle of bourbon.

"You drink?"

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fanfictionalraven · 1 month

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Marry Me

Title: Marry Me

Song Inspiration: Marry Me by Thomas Rhett

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Jody Mills, Original Characters

Word Count: 2, 258

Warnings: Angst

Author's Note: This story was originally posted by myself under the account Winchestersgirl92. It was published November, 2017.

Dean’s hands tremble as he fumbles to get his tie put on correctly. It was the third time he was attempting to tie it and he was beyond frustrated. It’s not like this was his first time tying the damned thing. He was in his fed suit, the same suit he’d worn dozens if not hundreds of times before, but suddenly it felt too tight. Almost like it was trying to strangle him.

A gentle rapping at his bedroom door pulls him from his claustrophobic thoughts. It opens and Jody’s head, her hand covering her eyes, pops in through the crack.

“Are you about ready? We’re gonna be late,” she tells him. He lets out a nervous laugh.

“I’m decent, Jody. Just can’t get this tie,” he says. Her hand drops from her eyes and she smiles at him as she walks over. Taking the two ends of the tie in her hands, she quickly starts to work on it.

“Can’t tie a tie?” She asks, quirking her eyebrow at him. He shakes his head quickly.

“Course I can. Just –,” he stops, unsure of what explanation to give her. She nods her head slightly as she looks back at her hands.

“Nervous?” She asks. He scoffs a laugh.

“Why would I be nervous?” He asks her. She smiles gently and pats his shoulders once she’s finished with the tie.

“Oh, I don’t know. It’s a big day after all,” she says. Dean nods slightly, a faraway look in his eyes. He blinks and refocuses on Jody’s face.

“Well, let’s go. Can’t be late,” he says.

They go down to the garage together and find Sam and Cas both waiting by the car. The four pile in, Dean driving, naturally, and head out on the road. It’s a short drive from the Bunker to the old farm Y/N’s family had rented for the afternoon. Dean parks amongst the other vehicles. The other three get out of the car as Dean stares at the white balloons and streamers marking the path to where the ceremony would be held.

“You want to get married on a farm?” Dean asks, staring at Y/N. The two are sitting on the trunk of Impala, passing a bottle of whiskey back and forth. Y/N takes the bottle and shrugs before taking a quick drink. She hands it back to Dean and wipes at her mouth.

“It’ll be cheaper. Family friend willing to rent theirs out to us when the time comes,” she says. Dean nods, taking a long drink from the bottle. He sets it down on the trunk behind them and shakes his head.

“I can’t believe you’ve actually planned out your wedding,” he says. Y/N rolls her eyes and Dean can’t help but smile. He loves teasing her, just to get a reaction. “You don’t even have a boyfriend.”

“So? I know I’m gonna get married one day. Might as well be prepared,” she tells him. He laughs now and shakes his head.

“Aren’t you a little girl scout,” he teases. She narrows her eyes at him.

“That’s the boy scouts actually,” she says, pushing off the trunk. Dean jumps down quickly, catching her elbow.

“Hey, hey, hey. Calm down. You know I’m just messing with you,” he says, turning her to face him. She crosses her arms over her chest as Dean’s hands come to rest on her waist. “I, personally, think it’s adorable that you’ve planned out a wedding with an imaginary groom.” She pushes away from him quickly and starts walking down the road. Dean laughs as he watches her. “Where do you think you’re going?” He asks.

“As far away from you as possible,” she calls back to him. He rolls his eyes and leans back against the car, crossing his arms. He glances up at the cloud darkened sky.

“Storm’s moving in,” he says. Her shoulders go up and down.

“I don’t care!!” She shouts to him. She’s several yards away at this point, still marching on.

“Y/N, come on. Don’t make me come get you,” he threatens. She stops dead in her tracks and turns slowly, looking back at him.

“You wouldn’t dare,” she challenges. He can’t help the smirk that spreads across his face. He does love a challenge, especially from her. He slides his leather jacket off and tosses it onto the trunk.

“Last chance,” he calls to her. She crosses her arms, feet planted firmly on the ground. He lets out one short laugh and shakes his head. “You asked for it.”

Thunder claps and lightning streaks across the sky as Dean breaks into a run. Y/N’s eyes widen and she turns on her heels, running away from him. She knows it’s futile. His legs are longer than hers so even if she was a little faster, he could catch her. His arms wrap around her waist just a moment later, knocking her off balance. The two tumble to the ground in a fit of laughter. Y/N lands on her back and lays her arms above her head, trying to catch her breath. Dean quickly moves to hover over her, pinning her hips to the ground.

“Told ya I’d get you,” he says, smiling down at her. She rolls her eyes and pushes at him.

“Get off me,” she says. He catches her hands and pins them to the ground above her head. The look on her face changes in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, Y/N shifts from the little girl he’d always known to the woman he was rarely given the opportunity to see. He’d see her sometimes in a bar when she’d had a little too much and some undeserving guy was hitting on her. He’d see her when they were on a case and a suspect needed some special persuasion to give them the information they needed. He’d see her on the very rare occasion that he’d move in a little too close. Just like now.

Her long eyelashes flutter over her y/e/c eyes that had suddenly grown darker. Her beautiful, pink lips are slightly parted, still trying to catch her breath. Her tongue darts out quickly to wet them and Dean nearly groans. He leans in a little closer and watches her eyes close, waiting. The whiskey on her breath teases him, enticing him to close to distance. His nose bumps against hers and his own eyes close.

Dean jumps at the sharp tapping on the driver side window. He looks over and his brother is standing there, waiting for him. Dean lets out a sigh and gets out of the car now too. Jody and Cas are already making their way to seating area. Sam is watching his brother closely.

“You good?” He asks. Dean looks at him and rolls his eyes.

“Of course, I’m good. Go on. I’m right behind you,” he tells him. Sam nods and turns, following after the others. Dean runs a hand over his face then glances around. Quickly, he pulls a metal flask from his inside jacket pocket. He takes a long drawl from it before returning it its hiding place. “Showtime,” he mumbles to himself.

He makes his way up the balloon marked path and finds where everyone is gathered. There are about 50 chairs set up, divided by an aisle. A simply decorated arch waits at the front, Y/N’s grandfather standing beneath it with a Bible in his hands.

“Dean,” Sam’s voice calls. Dean blinks and looks around. Sam is waving to him from a row of seats about midway on the left. His heart sinks as he makes his way to the chair between Jody and Sam.

For a moment, he’d almost had himself convinced that he had actually kissed her on that stormy afternoon not long ago. He almost believes that he was the one who had taken her out every weekend for six months before finally giving her the ring she’d always wanted. He’d been lost in a fantasy of her in a white dress making her way down the aisle to him. But as he takes his seat, reality washes over him.

He hadn’t kissed her. The rain had come suddenly and drawn him away from her beckoning lips. He hadn’t taken her out. She’d met Derek two days later and Dean knew right away he was already too late. She’d be walking down the aisle in a matter of minutes to Derek, her future husband.

Music begins to play from somewhere nearby and Derek takes his place next to Y/N’s grandfather. Her sister, the maid of honor, comes down the aisle, followed shortly thereafter by the flower girl and ring bearer, Y/N’s niece and nephew. The music changes, the traditional wedding march starting, and everyone stands. Dean forces himself to his feet before looking over his shoulder. The sight he’s met with takes his breath away.

Y/N’s standing at the end of the aisle, her arm looped through her father’s, looking positively glorious, as if she wasn’t already the most beautiful woman Dean had ever seen. Her make-up was light and natural, accentuating her eyes and lips, her best features in Dean’s opinion. A halo of flowers sits a top her head making her look like an angel. Dean’s eyes roam over her body as she walks down the aisle. The dress was simple, a perfect mix of classy and sexy Dean didn’t even know was possible. He shakes his head, forcing away the thoughts of slowly taking it off of her.

Her grandfather tells everyone to be seated once they reach the other end of the aisle. Dean falls into his seat, earning a concerned glance from his brother. Dean stares at the back of the person in front of him as her grandfather begins to speak.

“Who gives this woman today?” He asks in the traditional manner.

“Her mother and I,” her father says before placing a kiss to her cheek. Dean squeezes his eyes closed. And me. He thinks to himself. A hand comes over his quickly. He opens his eyes and finds his hands balled into fists on his thighs. Jody has one of hers over his and squeezes it gently. The ceremony continues and Dean does his best to block it out until one phrase falls on his ears, his head shooting up quickly.

“If anyone has any reason these two should not be married, speak now or forever hold your peace,” Y/N’s grandfather announces, eyes roaming the crowd.

It was a statement made out of tradition, no one ever really expected anyone to object. Dean can feel three sets of eyes on him; Sam, Jody, and Cas all expecting him to speak. Time seems to stop. The thought had surprisingly never crossed his mind. He could stand up right now and tell Y/N exactly how he feels. Tell her that he loves her and wants her to marry him instead of Derek.

Jody’s hand squeezes his again and time resumes. His fist she’s holding opens and clasps her hand tight instead. Vows and rings are exchanged. A kiss that makes Dean’s eyes sting with tears and it’s all over. Everyone stands again and claps as Y/N’s grandfather introduces Mr. and Mrs. Derek Cypress. Dean’s still clinging to Jody’s hand as they stand in line to congratulate the happy couple. As they move closer, she pulls her hand away. Y/N looks over and breaks into a wide smile.

“You made it!!” She exclaims before throwing her arms around Dean. He lets out a laugh and returns the embrace.

“Always underestimating me,” he tells her. They stay that way, neither breaking away from each other, until a hand presses against Dean’s back. “Congrats, Sweetheart,” he whispers, kissing her cheek quickly. She looks up at him as he pulls away from her slowly.

“Are you staying for the reception?” She asks, her eyes pleading. Dean balks at the thought of spending two or three hours watching her with Derek. Sam clears his throat quickly.

“Actually, I just got a text about a case. Seems pretty urgent,” he says. Y/N makes a face but nods as Dean sends a thankful look towards his brother.

“That’s too bad. But I get it. Family business and all,” she says with a wink. Dean nods, avoiding her eyes. “It means a lot that you were all here.”

“Wouldn’t have missed it for the world,” Jody says, her hand still resting against Dean’s back. She presses on him gently and he takes a step.

“Be careful!!” Y/N says. Dean steals one last look at her before continuing on to the car. Jody’s hand stays on his back as he pulls the flask from his pocket again. He finishes it off then tosses the keys to Sam.

“Where you wanna go?” Sam asks, catching the keys. Dean pulls open the passenger side door for Jody and looks at his brother.

“Anywhere with a lot of liquor,” he tells him. Sam smiles a little sadly and nods before getting into driver’s seat. Dean closes the door for Jody then gets into the back with Cas. He leans his head back against the seat and closes his eyes as his brother pulls away from the farm.

So I'm in my black suit, black tie, hiding out in the back, Doing a strong shot of whiskey straight out the flask, I'll try to make it through without crying so nobody sees, Yeah, she wanna get married, Yeah, she gonna get married, But she ain't gonna marry me.

#supernatural #spn #dean x y/n #dean x you #dean x reader #dean winchester #sam winchester #jody mills #cas #castiel #song fic #fanfiction #fanfic

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The Hunter and the Witch~ Dean Winchester x f!reader

Description: More of Y/N's past is revealed. Dean is there to comfort her as he inquires about the parts she never shared. Warnings: Angst, talk of past abuse, child abuse, comfort, coping, understanding trauma, trauma, denial, no GIF sorry!

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Word Count: 1,974

Words mean more at night

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A back-and-forth motion rubs against my knee but my eyes are down at the carpeted floors. Someone got me to my motel room.

I blink, my eyes tracing the movement to a familiar veiny hand. He’s kneeled in front of me, patiently waiting for me. His motion on my knee doesn’t stop as he smiles at me sadly, “Hey,” he says.

“Hi,” I answer weakly, watching his face for any changes. Carefully he raises his free hand to my hand, giving me time to back away. He covers my clutched hand, I hadn’t realized I was forming tight fists. He gently pries my fingers open revealing little alcohol packets. That’s the light thing I was handed to clean off the specks of blood…blood from—

“Hey, you’re okay,” Dean says softly, pulling me back to the present. He takes the packets from my hands, opening one carefully but before he moves to do anything he asks, “Can I?”

I nod, not trusting my voice. I know I wasn’t supposed to allow him our small touches but that can all be screwed right now. I want a hug and I want to hide under the covers until it all passes, as childish as it sounds. “Words,” he reminds. He had his nailbed-biting habits I had the habit of shutting down and he knew that well enough to try and push me out of it, even if it meant just answering verbally. “Yes, please,” I say just barely above a whisper.

The motion on my knee stops and with that same hand, he reaches up slowly to cradle my head, pushing some of my hair back. He gets closer to my face and with the alcohol pad he lightly rubs off a spec on my cheek, his eyes focused there. I knew what he was thinking, I could see the thoughts and questions swirling in his eyes. “You can ask,” I say, it’s better to get it over now. He doesn’t say anything for a beat as he cleans a couple of spots on my face, “Not my place too,” he answers.

He lets go of me, pushing off the balls of his feet, and standing up, he collects the scraps and walks to the other side of my small motel room to discard them.

I want to sink into myself, “You’re upset with me,” I tell him, knowing I'm right by his body language and just overall behavior. Again he doesn’t answer but I can see the tension in his shoulders and I know he’s holding back. I kick off my shoes, scooting back on the bed until my back hits the headboard. I bring my knees to my chest and wrap my arms around me as he fidgets with something on the counter.

He turns around swiftly but doesn’t move towards me, “Why didn–” he cuts himself off, running a hand down his face. “I’m sorry,” I say softly.

He shakes his head, “No, you got nothin’ to apologize for sweetheart I–”

“You can say it. Let’s just talk about this now, I don’t like it when you’re upset at me,” I admit though I’m sure he already knew. He sighs, looking away, “I’m not upset at you.”

“You aren’t?” I ask, surprised.

“No. I’m mad I didn’t know,” he steps closer until he reaches the bed, “I should’ve known.”

I pat the spot next to me, allowing him to get closer so we could sit comfortably like old times, “We were young,” I reasoned. He takes the spot next to me, the bed dipping as he does, “I have two years on you,” he counters. I roll my eyes, he always tries to play that card. “Well, I was very good at hiding it, had to be. Plus…you heard what I said about B/N.”

He groans, frustrated, his head leaning back on the headboard, “That doesn’t make me feel better. Why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve helped.”

“You had your own things to worry about. We didn’t see each other very often then either, we hung out more after he died and by then it was no longer an issue,” I explain. But he doesn’t respond. “I’m quite resilient you know. Not much can really kill me,” I add, trying to lighten the mood. His head snaps to me, “That doesn’t make it better. You were still…”

“It’s okay,” I say, focusing my eyes on the wall across the room. “It’s not,” he replies, “He died when you were 15, you had 3 years of that.” I’m almost surprised he remembered the exact time like that, though maybe he had been thinking about it and started to calculate. I don’t say anything for I have nothing to say at all, I don’t talk about it and I’ve tried to forget it. “I shoulda known,” he repeats. I turn my head to look at him being met with his side profile, his eyebrows scrunched together and his jaw tense, he was beating himself up over something he couldn’t control. “I didn’t expect you to help me or save me you know, or anyone for that matter. Just hanging out with you and Sammy was enough.”

His jaw seems to twitch, “I saw some bruises before, but you said it was from a hunt you helped your Dad with. You're a lousy liar so I should’ve known.”

“Dean,” I say firmly, touching his shoulder. He meets my eyes, his green eyes are cold, “Trust me when I say it wasn’t your fault, it was no one’s fault. It just happened. And it’s over now, has been for a while.”

He swallows roughly, his Addams apple bobbing, and I know he doesn’t believe me, “It’s your Dad’s fault, he’s a prick. Don’t matter if he was grieving or not.”

I frown, remove my hand from his arm, and focus my attention back on the wall. I can feel his gaze burning into the side of my face, “Don’t tell me you actually feel bad for him…” he says but I don't answer, “You don’t blame him?” he asks confused, leaning forward in an attempt to catch my eyes. I shrug, shrinking further into myself in an attempt to make myself smaller, “I don–I don’t know. He wasn’t always like that…he just….Mom was gone so…” I exhale a shaky breath, “I know it was wrong, that he shouldn’t have been doing that. I know that. It’s not like I forgive him or anything, I mean he hurt my brother—”

“And you,” Dean cuts me off to add.

“Yeah…and I know there are healthier ways of coping, I don’t condone his actions and I couldn’t imagine how anyone could do that to their kids but Mom was gone and…”

“There is no ‘but’ and you know that. Your explanation isn't going anywhere ‘cause there’s no excuse for that,” he interjects firmly. I know he’s right, but it doesn’t feel right to believe or say and I don’t know why. “He was only mean when he was drunk, otherwise he was quiet or gone,” I try to reason but the words feel wrong as they leave my mouth. “Not an excuse,” he counters.

“I know,” I mumble, “But! It started as an accident!” I say looking at Dean, “And it was necessary. He was on a hunt by himself and we knew he would be back soon but it was late so me and B/N made dinner together, we ate and saved some for him. B/N ended up falling asleep early, his football practice totally knocked him out, so I stayed up and waited at the kitchen table to make sure Dad got home okay. When he finally did get home he was very drunk and smelt like alcohol, I helped him and he was babbling about Mom. He pushed me off of him, ‘said he could do it himself so I backed off a little.

Then he was trying to get to the fridge for another beer but I got in his way cause I knew he had too much and should have water instead, he called me some mean names that I don’t wish to repeat. I’m very stubborn so I didn’t move and he hit me, it was just a slap though. But I have this whole defense mechanism and if my body thinks it’s in true danger then my powers will start working to defend me without really my control, and it’s very hard to shut off. So things started to rattle, and a picture frame on the mantel of Mom broke and that really made him upset so he hit me again this time harder and I actually passed out. But that’s okay! cause nothing else broke and I could’ve really hurt someone or if it got too out of control then I could’ve gotten the attention of hunters.”

I stop my rambling of the story, watching Dean’s face to see if he finally understood. But his eyes were filled with so much sadness and his face dropped with sympathy, a frown on his lips. “What?” I ask confused, didn’t he get it now? He doesn’t answer, instead, he wraps his arms around me, bringing me into his chest. I shift my legs so I can hug him back comfortably, but I hold onto his arms more confused than anything. “Wasn’t necessary,” he says, his chin on my head. I open my mouth to say something else, to say he’s wrong but it hits me then. I was being an idiot, a total fool.

If someone told me that story I would feel bad for them and say they didn’t deserve that, they did nothing wrong in the first place. But it wasn’t someone else’s story, it was mine, and somehow that made it different. Right?

It shouldn’t. I know it shouldn’t, so why do I feel this way? I’m not normally like this. “Wasn’t your fault. You were a kid and you were trying to help, he’s an asshole and shouldn’t have done any of it,” Dean says softly.

Tears run down my cheek. I didn’t like his Dad because he didn’t treat them well so why was I making excuses for my Dad? Was it because of Mom? She loved him so wholly but still would have despised what he became, did he know that? Did that only make him feel worse?

And just because he wasn’t always mean to us doesn’t mean it was okay. Because it was more than being mean, I know that.

I know by morning I’ll be in a better mood. I’ll have a different perspective on things that I won’t understand for a while, I’m self-aware enough to know that too. But it will be okay because things always turn out okay, they always get better. Tomorrow will always be a new day and the sun will shine brighter.

I pull away from Dean just far enough to look at him, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, it was nothin’ against you.”

He gently wipes away a tear falling down my cheek, “Stop apologizing.”

I open my mouth to apologize for apologizing but seeing the issue there I lean my head into his chest again. We stay there silently for a while and I try to focus on the soft rise and fall of his chest instead of my mind. He rubs a hand up and down my back, and my shoulders drop. It’s been a long day with a lot of emotions and I was tired. “He can’t hurt you anymore. ‘Won’t let anyone hurt you,” he whispers just barely audible. But my eyes were fluttering shut, growing heavy so maybe I imagined it and the soft press of his lips to my crown.

Tomorrow will be better, I remind myself.

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beanzfandoms · 8 months

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Not Your Fault

Parings: Dean x Sister! reader x Sam

Description: The Winchester's sister tries to save Lucas before he falls off the dock but ends up almost drowning herself.

~Inspired by episode 3~

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(Y/n) sits in the back of the Impala, a frown sketched across her face as the car stops at an intersection. A sign stands at the triangular median with a white arrow pointing towards Milwaukee. Dean's finger taps against the stirring wheel in a steady rhythm while everyone tries to keep their minds of the subtle threat the sheriff made earlier.

"Green," Sam interrupts the silence after a minute past of waiting at the light.

"What?" Dean asks from his thoughts.

"Light's green," (Y/n) mutters.

Baby begins to roll forward. (Y/n)'s face furrows in confusion as Dean turns to the right. She straightens herself to the edge of the seat to look at her brother. "Ah, the interstate's the other way."

"I know," Dean says.

"Dean, this job, I think it's over," Sam states.

"I'm not so sure," Dean confesses.

"If Bill murdered Peter Sweeney and Peter's spirit got its revenge, case closed. The spirit should be at rest," Sam says.

"What are you thinking?" (Y/n) asks Dean quietly.

Dean glances at his siblings. "What if we take off and this thing isn't done? What if we missed something? What if more people get hurt?"

"That's a lot of what if's."

"But why would you think that?" Sam questions.

"Because Lucas was scared," Dean replies.

"That's what this is about?"

"I just don't want to leave town til I know the kid's okay."

"Who are you, and what have you done with my brother?"

"Shut up."

"For what it's worth, I agree with Dean on this one," (Y/n) adds in with her finger in the air.

"Shut up," Sam jokingly repeats.

---

"Are you sure about this? It's pretty late, man." Sam says as the three of them walk to the front of the house. Dean rolls his eyes, pressing the door bell, until Lucas opens the door in a panic. Immediately, Dean kneels down to calm the boy, but Lucas rushes off with a heavy breath.

The siblings rush up the stairs after him. Water floods the floor, pouring down the steps like a waterfall. (Y/n) and Sam holds back the scared boy as their older brother pounds his weight against the locked bathroom door. It is forced open at last and Sam rushes in to pull Lucas's mother out of the overflowing bathtub. (Y/n)'s eyes water, her heart thumping against her chest, as she holds Lucas firmly to her form. A hiccupped sigh releases from her lips as Sam finally pulls Andrea out with all his might.

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(Y/n) listens to the soft murmurs of the conversation Sam and Andrea has as she watches over Lucas. Dean was somewhere in the house, investigating for any answers on why Peter Sweeney went after Andrea. The youngest Winchester heaves out a long exhale, twirling a (F/C) crayon between he fingers.

Lucas gets up from his place on the floor and walks into the main area of the house. (Y/n) follows, asking where he was going, but he gave no answer. He walks up to a window and (Y/n) makes eye contact with Dean, who was hovering over the table with a book in his hand. he gives a curious glance towards Lucas, only to get a shrug from his sister in return.

"Lucas? Lucas, what is it?" Dean asks.

The boy doesn't say a thing and saunters out the front door with a rigid frown. (Y/n) goes after him, her brothers and Andrea quick behind her. Lucas stops at the top of a mossy hill and stares at it before looking up at Dean.

"You and Lucas get back to the house and stay there, okay?" Dean instructs. Andrea grabs her son and heads down to the house as ordered. "(Y/n), go with them."

"But-" (Y/n) interjects.

"I need you to make sure nothing bad happens. I can trust you, right?"

"Yeah, okay- call me if things go south though."

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(Y/n) and Andrea watch through the window as Jake points a gun at Sam and Dean. (Y/n) was about to run to the door, but Andrea stops her by grabbing her arm. She shakes her head with a fearful look in her eyes and kneels down in front of the young duo.

"Go to your room, sweetie. You, will you stay with him, please?Lock the door and don't come out," Andrea requires, before heading outside to stop her dad. (Y/n) was about to lead Lucas to his room, until he bolts to another entrance of the house. He waits for her at the end of the deck stairs as the confrontation with the sheriff heats up a few meters away. A voice rings in the girl's ears as she makes her way out onto the patio.

Come play with me

"Did you hear that?" She asks Lucas. He tilts his head before climbing up a mound on the side of the house. (Y/n) imitates his actions, like an apprentice learning from their mentor, and notices rather quickly that he was heading for the water. He reaches down to grab something and (Y/n) looks over him to see a green army man floating in the water tauntingly as Lucas struggles to grab it. She crouches down at the water, extending her arm to pluck the toy from the water too.

"I can't reach it," (Y/n) huffs out as she leans her body across the watery depths. It ripples softly near their hands as a dark figure approaches. She narrows her eyes, lifting her hand out of the water, when a mop of hair drifts to the surface.

"Lucas!"

"(Y/n)!"

"Stay where you are!"

Suddenly, a discolored hand bolts out and grabs Lucas's wrist. (Y/n) wraps her arms around the boy's torso to keep him on the dock, but the powerful pull the vengeful spirit possessed causes the Winchester's muscles to strain. (Y/n) and Lucas fly into the water, their bodies consumed by the waves.

(Y/n)'s arms slip away from the boy as her whole form becomes heavy. She gulps and chokes on the water filling her lungs and she struggles to reach the surface. The murky liquid makes her eyes sting and she can see nothing but her blurry physique sinking further down to the bottom.

She abruptly wakes from unconsciousness as someone reaches around her waist and pulls up to the surface. Immediately, she coughs out her lungs as her discombobulated mind becomes alert of her surroundings once more. The person's large hand pushes her head against their neck as they both gasp for air.

"You're okay, I got you," Sam whispers as he presses a kiss to her temple.

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Dean blankets (Y/n)'s shoulders with his jacket as they walk to the Impala parked at the edge of the road. She gratefully pulls the material closer to her shivering body. Sam opens the back door for her and she climbs in, looking at Andrea's house as the sun's shadow casts over the roof.

"That was a close one, huh sis?" Dean jokes, shifting into reverse and pulling out on to the road. The engine pants softly as its speed accelerates on the black pavement. (Y/n) gives a weak smile and nods to her brother in response before turning to the scenery passing by her window.

"(Y/n)?" Sam says softly, giving her a gentle gander from the passenger's seat.

"What?" She mumbles.

"What's wrong with you?" Dean comments, looking through the rear view mirror. "By now you would be making up a stupid joke about trees or something."

"I'm fine," (Y/n) sighs, "Just tired."

"We're not going to stop bothering you until you tell us what's got you down," Sam prompts.

"I couldn't save him..."

"Huh?" Dean questions loudly.

"I couldn't save Lucas. I wasn't strong enough to keep him on the dock. He almost drowned because of me."

"That's what this is about? Lucas is alive, isn't he?"

"Yeah-"

"(Y/n), we were dealing with a revengeful spirit. Your a kid- of course your not going to win a wrestling match against a ghost. You shouldn't beat yourself about it," Sam explains.

"Sam's right. It wasn't you fault. You are strong, but you can't expect everything to go smoothly with a job like ours. We're a team, and you can sure as hell forget us getting off your back anytime soon," Dean states.

"Thanks guys," (Y/n) says.

"Yeah, no problem, bud." Sam remarks sweetly.

"Hey Dean?"

"Yeah kid?"

"Why did the pine tree get in trouble?"

"I don't know, why?"

"Because it was being knotty."

"Oh my god, that was bad." Sam snorts as Dean beats his hand on Sam's arm with a cackle.

"It was being naughty, brutha." Dean laughs while wiggling his eyebrows.

"Shut up."

#dean winchester x sister reader #supernatural x reader #sam winchester x sister reader #supernatural x sister! reader #fanfiction #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester x reader #dean x reader x sam #platonic reader #platonic #sister reader #comfort

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little-diable · 1 year

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Insanity - Dean Winchester (smut)

What can I say, I just love Dean. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Dean and the reader are trapped in a church, moments of silence that force them to finally close that lingering gap between them; or: Childhood friends to lovers

Warnings: 18+, smut (p in v), oral (m), making out in a church, car sex, friends to lovers

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader (1.9k words)

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“Are you insane?” She drew in a shaky breath, eyes fluttering close as she rested her head against the wooden bench of the church. “Why am I even asking that, of course you are, you Winchesters all are.”

“We both know you love the adventure, sweetheart, no need to lie to yourself.” Their eyes met, chests heavily rising and falling as they hid away in the church, praying that they’ll be able to catch their breaths for a moment or two. “Come here.”

Dean’s hand found her waist, pulling (y/n) closer to wrap his arm around her. He could read her as if he was the one feeling her every emotion. She had been scared; not about the demon both were currently hiding from – even though Dean wouldn’t call it hiding himself, more like catching a break; not about being hurt in this very hunt; no, hearing the pained groan rumbling through Dean, worrying that he had been hurt, had left her heart racing in her chest.

“I’m okay.” He whispered the words against her forehead, hand comfortingly stroking up and down her side. There was something between them both couldn’t put into words to express what they were feeling, something neither Dean nor (y/n) had experienced in a long time. They had crossed paths as mere teenagers, bound together by their eternal fate: carrying the legacy of their families. Ever since then the two had been inseparable, not daring to leave one another's side. But not once had they acted upon whatever was crackling in the atmosphere whenever they were close.

“I know, it’s just,” the words were hanging in the air, sentence left unfinished as Dean’s hand found her chin, forcing (y/n) to get lost in the green eyes reminding one of a forest, basking in the heat of a calm summer afternoon. A heat threatening to burn through her system if she wasn’t able to pull away quick enough.

“I’m not leaving you, not now or ever, I promise. I’m right here.” She wasn’t sure why she was freaking out, it wasn’t the first time Dean had been hurt in a hunt – and certainly wouldn’t be the last time either – and yet her heart wouldn’t stop racing. Fuck, she needed to get a grip, focusing on the situation they were stuck in, trapped in a dark church in the middle of fucking nowhere.

“Don’t promise me that, you know it doesn’t work like that.” A raspy chuckle bubbled out of Dean, gaze flickering down to her lips – just for a moment; a moment of weakness; a moment of distraction. Dean felt himself moving before his brain could catch up with his body, screaming at him to pull away, to stay away from the invisible line he had been wanting to cross for years on end. He had always tried to put their friendship first, not daring to even think about losing her in the process of admitting his feelings, preferring to suffer with the love that grew exponentially.

The kiss was soft, unlike any kisses Dean had ever shared before, it wasn’t rushed, wasn’t filled with lust – at least not yet – guided by his racing heart. Her breath hitched in her chest, unable to pull away as she got lost in the unfamiliar touch, a touch she had been dreaming of since she had first met Dean, wondering about those soft lips.

Her hands found their way to his hair, clinging to the hunter that pulled her into his lap, no longer focusing on their hunt, on the danger lingering outside of the holy ground. Dean’s tongue begged for entrance, unable to bite down the groan rumbling through him as she parted her lips for him.

“Fuck, Dean,” her words vibrated on his lips, drawing yet another chuckle from him. His eyes were twinkling, though the green was no longer soft and clear, no longer reminding her of the calmness lingering in a forest, no, a storm was clashing through the evening, a storm so heavy she’d have no choice but give into the strong force. “We need to get out of here.”

“On three?”

“You’re staring.” Dean murmured his words, lips pulled into a smirk as he kept watching the road ahead. She had her face tilted towards him, not daring to stop admiring the man she had kissed about an hour ago. Both were still running on the adrenaline thumping through their veins, grateful that they had managed to get rid of the demon – spurred on by the need to spend more time together, alone without anything or anyone to disturb them near.

“Mhm, maybe I am.” She placed her hand on his thigh, needing to feel him close, no longer able to keep her distance. Dean undoubtedly grew tense, jaw clenched, tongue stroking along his lower lip to at least try to keep his focus on the road ahead. He was burning for her touch, had tasted her and could no longer stop thinking about the things he wanted to do to her, fuck, he had wanted to take her right there in the church, giving into the inappropriateness of the situation.

“If you move any higher I’ll stop the car and fuck you senseless right here, I hope you know that, sweetheart.” Dean’s murmurs left her gasping, not expecting the filthy words to roll off his tongue like that. She needed a few moments to reply, eyes flickering to the dark road ahead, pondering over his words as if he had offered her a deal her life depended on.

And maybe it did, maybe the next moments would decide over the path the two could walk together from this day on.

“I’m willing to take the risk.” Her fingertips grazed over the fabric of his jeans, feeling his cock growing harder beneath her touch. Dean grasped the steering wheel tighter, knuckles growing white as he kept driving, not slowing down just yet. Perhaps he was testing her, doubting that she’d go ahead and try to suck him off while he was driving; but she was determined, set on feeling every part of his body.

It took her a few moments to undo his jeans, biting down the proud smirk tugging on her lips as Dean groaned for her, unable to hold back the sounds threatening to claw through him. He raised his hips, allowing her to fully free his cock, successfully managing to wrap her slightly trembling hand around him. Only the sounds of the radio kept echoing through Baby, though the music wasn’t loud enough to drown out the sounds the two produced, filthy sounds only for the two of them to focus on.

Without a warning she moved closer, lips parted to swallow him down. The back of her throat was burning, struggling to take all of him as she gagged, eyes growing watery within seconds. He felt heavy against her tongue, resting comfortably in her mouth, not daring to pull away from the without doubt best blowjob Dean had ever received.

“Eyes on the road, Winchester.” Her teasing momentarily ripped through the tense atmosphere, eyes meeting his stormy ones before she took him back into her mouth. (Y/n) felt the car slow down, eventually coming to a halt on the side of the road. No longer did he look away, eyes focused on her, the bobbing motion of her head, the tears rolling down her cheeks, the saliva coating his cock. A filthy mess he desperately wanted to take a picture of, forever his to remember.

“Fuck, stop.” Dean tugged her off his cock, not wanting to give into his orgasm just yet. Their lips met for a sloppy kiss, sharing the emotions their words couldn’t manage to express. “Get in the back.”

Quietly she followed the command, stepping out into the cold night only to find her way to the backseat, watching him tug himself back into his jeans for a second as he followed her. Carefully he placed her against the leather seat, towering over her as if he was the devil himself. He’d make her suffer, though not with pain, no, with something by far simpler, a sensation only those willing to take the risk would experience. Lust.

“I got you.” Dean’s lips moved down her throat, watching goosebumps rise on her skin, hearing the sound of her heart growing louder, feeling her growing tense beneath him. He helped her out of her trousers and panties, desperate for more access to her heat. She was dripping, begging for his cock as if he was the drug she was addicted to, a feeling so simple her mind had a hard time processing it.

“You can do that later, just fuck me, Dean.” If he hadn't been this desperate to touch her, he’d probably tease her for being this impatient, for begging him to fuck her till she forgot her own name, but Dean was just as impatient, needing to feel her wrapped around his cock even if this was the last thing he’d do on this godforsaken earth.

She watched him roll a condom down his cock, eyes flickering back up to meet hers before he pushed into her tightness, groaning into the crook of her neck. Fuck, this is what heaven must feel like, no, scratch that, this is what the darkest corner of hell must feel like: Dean knew that he no longer could escape her, forever trapped in her spell, there was no escaping.

With one hand finding the leather of the seats and the other placed on her waist, Dean fucked her into the seat, forcing his cock deeper into her tightness with every thrust. The moments kept dragging on, time had lost its meaning for the two lovers that searched their closeness with the way their bodies kept meeting. Bound together by memories, moments lived through together and the desperate need to stay like that till the sun would rise above the horizon.

“Mhm, you feel so good, fuck sweetheart, you’re making me suffer.” His words were nothing more than a whisper, a sound so sweet (y/n) felt herself falling for him once again. She pulled him in for a kiss, walls clamping down on his cock as he fucked her closer to the edge. Her vision was blurred, unable to focus as her emotions wrecked through her, set on leading her off the path she had been walking, no longer one with the independent self she had once been.

“Let go, it’s alright.” His name rumbled through her as (y/n) came around his cock. She had her eyes squeezed shut, heavily breathing as the sensation burned through her, not daring to let go of her just yet. Dean followed her moments later, spilling into the condom with a groan clawing through him, clearly communicating the desperation he felt.

Neither Dean nor (y/n) dared to let go just yet, clinging to one another as the realisation slowly but surely began to settle in. Insanity had finally caught up with her, an insanity she could only share with Dean.

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Heal Me - Draco Malfoy x Reader

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader (Ex Ron Weasley)

Prompt: Be Alright by Dean Lewis

Warning: SMUT as always. A bit of angst I guess.

Thank you @lets-imagine-fanfics for editing as usual. True gem.

Enjoy!!!

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He looked down at the ground, his eyes never meeting yours as you reached for his hand which he quickly pulled away from you. You frowned but let it go as you waited for him to talk. The silence was painful, like every wound made during your love for him was being ripped open. You could tell something was wrong but you couldn’t quite figure out what it was.

“I-I can’t do this anymore.” He whispered brokenly, tears in his eyes as he finally looked up to meet your eyes.

“Okay.” You whispered as your throat began to feel like it was closing up. What could you say? Beg him to not leave you? What good would that do guilt him into staying in a relationship he clearly wasn’t happy in anymore.

“I-I’m sorry, I-”

“It’s fine. I-I’m gonna g-grab my stuff then go and stay with a friend.” You whispered fearing if you spoke any louder, you’d break.

You stood up, making your way to your previously shared bedroom grabbing a bag with an extendable charm on it and began packing everything that was yours that you could see. Silently moving between rooms to collect everything you had. He hadn’t moved from the couch, his hand buried in his shaggy red hair.

Once everything was packed you grabbed the bag and your wand, you made your way to the living room again, his attention instantly on you as he looked at you with tears streaming down his face.

“Y-Y/N.” He stuttered brokenly as he stepped closer toward you but you just stepped back shaking your head.

“Don’t, Ron. I knew this was coming…it’s always been her.” You whispered brokenly as you looked at the book on the coffee table.

“That’s hers, right? Not Harry’s.” You added cynically, before looking into his tear-filled blue eyes.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered brokenly as finally your tears began to fall. Thankfully it was just as you apparated to the only place on your mind at that moment.

You saw the familiar sight of the dark green and black living room. You collapsed to the floor, tears streaming down your face barely registering a pair slender arms wrapping around you as you let out a broken sob burying your face into the chest of the only person you could think of that wasn’t also friends with your now ex boyfriend.

“Hey, Y/N. Talk to me, sweetheart, what happened?” His soothing voice trembled against your hair as he held you as close as he could.

“C-Can I stay here?” You sobbed as your body tried to disappear into his arms.

“You’re always welcome here, darling.” He whispered into your shoulder as he held you through your tears.

You don’t know how long you cried but when you finally stop you pulled away to look up at your best friend with red eyes. He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear before wiping away the left-over tears.

“Did that Weasel hurt you?” He asked with a frown as he looked ready to murder Ron.

“No…not physically.” You whispered brokenly as you gave him a sad smile.

“It was always gonna be her.” You chuckled darkly as he helped you stand up.

“He’s a fucking idiot.” Draco hissed making you smile at him.

“B-But I love him.” You whimpered as your tears start back up.

“Shhh I know, darling. It’ll be okay I promise.” Draco whispered into your ear as as her picked you up and began carrying you towards his bedroom.

“I’ve got you love.” He soothed you as he laid you both on the bed pulling you into his arms.

He stroked your hair softly as he held you. Not saying a word as he allowed you to cry into his chest. Your heart clenched every time you thought about the red head, you’d spent 4 years of your life loving. You felt like you’d never breathe again.

*******

You must’ve passed out after a while because when you came to you could hear shouting coming from the living room. You frowned standing up, your head throbbing as you did. As soon as you walked into the living room you instantly spotted the other half of the reason for your current dehydration and heart break.

“Y-Y/N.” She whispered softly as she tried to approach you.

“Get out.” You muttered quietly as Draco stood in front of you protectively.

“Y/N, please. Nothing happened. I would never do anything while you guys were still together. You have to know that!” She cried, wiping her tears as they fell.

“I asked you! After the war I asked you if there was anything there, despite the fact that he was my boyfriend already! I ASKED you and you said no. You lied to my face and now after we have a flat together, a life together. NOW you two decided to finally get your shit together! How dare you come here to the one place I feel safe and the one place Ron would never come… GET. OUT.” You screamed making her eyes widen. She nodded and hurried out of Draco’s house.

“God, that felt good to get out.” You sighed softly as Draco looked down at you.

“Come on, let’s get you some water and food.” Draco chuckled as he guided you to the kitchen.

“Where’s Astoria?” You asked trying to ignore the fact that you’d just screamed at someone you’d been friends with for years.

“Theo didn’t tell you? We broke up last month. She was talking about marriage and kids. I just don’t see that with her, so I figured it was best to end it.” Draco stated as he passed you a glass of water and waved his wand making some food begin cooking by itself on the hob.

“Marriage? Kids? You guys haven’t even been together a year!” You chuckled before gulping down the water, your head throbbing as you did.

When you’d finished the glass, you put it in the sink and proceeded to take a seat at the breakfast bar. Draco silently stared at you clearly unsure on whether he was okay to ask. You smiled sadly and looked down at your fingers.

“Things have been off for a few weeks but I just put it down to the stress from work. There was a book on the coffee table that wasn’t his and I thought it was odd but he said it was Harry’s. Like an idiot I believed it. Then today he sat me down told me he didn’t wanna be with me. I wasted 4 almost 5 years on that bastard!” You snapped angrily as you reached into your pocket pulling out a cigarette which Draco instantly pulled out his wand lighting it with wordless magic.

“I always told you. You’re too good for that Weasel.” Draco huffed with a smirk on his face.

“I should’ve just married you like our parents wanted.” You chuckled making him grin.

“Oh yeah. I’m probably much better in the sack too.” Draco snickered as you slapped his arm playfully but his words somehow brought a smile to your face.

“Oh yeah that’s definitely why Astoria wanted to marry you so fast. Nothing to do with the money AT all.” You giggled making him gasp in a fake pained expression.

“You wound me, darling. I am more than deep pockets.” He laughed as he nudged you softly.

“You know I’m kidding. You’re handsome, kind, protective, loyal to those you love AND you have deep pockets!-” You snickered jokingly. “-Seriously though, you’re a great guy Dray. Any girl would be lucky to have you.” You chuckled with a sincere smile.

“And you are fucking gorgeous, gentle, giving, loyal, funny, intelligent and also rather rich if I remember rightly.” Draco whispered teasingly as food finally finished cooking itself.

Both plates floated over filled with garlic bread, spaghetti and meatballs. You smiled appreciatively as you slowly dug into the food trying to ignore the protests of your stomach. You and Draco made casual conversation as you ate never bringing up Ron or Hermione, which you were eternally grateful for.

By the time you ate half you could feel your stomach rejecting the idea of eating anymore so you pushed the rest away and turned to Draco who was silently pushing his spaghetti round his plate. You frowned knowing something was on his mind but knew he wouldn’t bring it up because he was trying to be there for you.

“Spill. I know when something’s bothering you.” You sighed as you rest your hand on his shirt covered arm.

“I know I don’t want kids and marriage with Astoria, but I do want kids and marriage. I just don’t see that happening. I’m an ex-Death Eater. I’m a Malfoy and the only options are muggles and just because I don’t mind muggles, doesn’t mean my family won’t.” He stated rather sadly making your eyes widen.

“I-I know your hearts broken and you hate all men right now and love. But I wanna fall in love. I wanna look forward to coming home to a woman I love.” He added making you frown.

“Dray. You’ll fall in love; you still have your whole life ahead of you. We’re only 21, Love.” You chuckled gently, your eyes softening as you gazed at him sympathetically.

“Maybe.” He whispered absently as he pushed away his plate waving his wand to send the dishes to clean themselves.

*******

Three weeks had gone by since your break-up with Ron and you were feeling a lot better. You and Draco had gotten into a routine, you would go wake up at 6am in Draco’s guest room across from his bedroom. You’d take a shower then at 6.30am you would make breakfast along with a pot of tea and some coffee before waking Draco up for work at 7am. You would eat breakfast together then you’d both set off to work at about 7.45am.

When you both got home: you at 5pm; Draco at 6-7pm, you would make food, or you would order out, then you’d spend the night laughing and watching Muggle TV together until you both got tired. Today was a weekend though, so Draco had insisted you both went to the pub because you hadn’t been out except for work in three weeks.

You were hesitant but Draco had promised if you hated it and wanted to go home, he would happily take you home. He had annoyingly told you to make an effort because he knew it would make you feel more like yourself, despite your protests.

You slipped on a satin green shirt dress that cinched in at the waist, a pair of suede black over the knee heeled boots, a suede black clutch with a silver snake on the front and some silver necklaces and rings.

You did your makeup with a nude glam look since you didn’t want to overdo it for the pub. That thought quickly became a joke when you came out to find Draco in a full suit. You rolled your eyes and dragged him straight back to his room to scan through his wardrobe. You instantly spotted a leather jacket and changed his blazer for that before grabbing a plain dark green T-shirt and a pair of dark grey acid wash jeans with rips in the knees. You passed them to him telling him to wear the docs you’d bought him two years ago.

When you apparated to the pub it was quite empty which you were grateful for. Draco went to get drinks as you found a seat in the corner of the room putting your clutch on the leather booth seat right next to your thigh.

You laughed as Draco came over carrying 4 different drinks and 6 shots on a tray. You rolled your eyes but decided to just indulge him for tonight. It wouldn’t hurt to let loose for one night. You laughed as Draco downed all three shots one after the other.

“Rough day?” You snorted as you began sipping one of the cocktails he’d brought over.

“Astoria showed up at 3am drunk. Claimed she wanted to try again, I had to spend over an hour explaining I didn’t love her. I put a silencing spell on the room so we wouldn’t wake you. Then she went mental saying we must’ve been shagging while I was with her. Then I spent another hour explaining how I would never do that to anyone and you didn’t see me like that.” He sighed as he took a big gulp of his fire whiskey.

“Wow, she’s a head-case. I’d keep an eye on your car…she might key it.” You snickered making him roll his eyes playfully.

“I don’t have a car.” He huffed his eyes creasing with laughter.

“Oh yeah, you should be fine then.” You giggled as you leaned your head on his shoulder.

You drank your shots a little more slow than Draco but eventually he ran off to get more drinks leaving you happily buzzed in the corner of the pub. Draco came back to the table with a pitcher of some sort of blue drink that made you laugh reminding you of your days back when you finally turned 18 going to Muggle clubs with Draco, Theo, Pansy and Blaise getting wasted and eating a greasy kabab from the local take away.

While Draco poured you both a glass of whatever was in the glass jug, you glanced around the room and just as your eyes reached to the door, in walked your former boyfriend and his best friend. You instantly grabbed Draco’s hand under the table making him jump a little, thankfully he didn’t spill the jug of liquid, but he looked up in alarm until he spotted what made you grab him.

“Hey, look at me.” Draco whispered gripping you chin gently and forcing you to turn towards him. You stared into his icy blue eyes momentarily getting lost in them. Had his eyes always been this mesmerising? Were you that drunk? You felt pretty bloody sober. You thought anxiously as he finally spoke.

“Ignore him. You’re with me and we’re not going to let him ruin our night.” Draco whispered, his eyes never leaving yours as his hand slid from your chin to brush the little strand of hair framing your face away from your eye.

“O-Okay.” You stuttered, hoping he would put it down to the fact that your ex had walked into the pub, and not because him being so close was suddenly making your heart pound in your chest.

“Now, drink your atrocious blue drink then we’re going to dance like that lovely old couple over there.” He snickered, pointing at the little old couple dancing to whatever music was playing in the background.

“I am not dancing.” You laughed as you sipped your blue drink which was surprisingly nice.

“Please.” He pouted as he tilted his head rather cutely. How is someone so confident and sexy able to look so cute?

“Fine.” You sighed softly as you downed your drink and grabbing his hand.

You lead him to the makeshift dance floor where only the old couple were dancing. He spun you around before pulling you in close as he began swaying to the music. You rest your head on his shoulder, one hand holding his while the other was cupping the back of his neck instead of being on his shoulder. Your chest pressed against his as you both got lost in the music.

“Don’t look but ginge is very blatantly staring at us with a glare on his face.” Draco whispered in your ear softly, you barely registered what he said because his hot breath against your ear was doing things to you.

“I don’t care. I’m enjoying my night.” You whispered back your lips brushing against his ear which surprisingly made him visibly shiver.

“Well, it appears he doesn’t care because he’s coming over here, Love. Do you want me to handle it?” He asked softly as he pulled back to look into your eyes.

“No, we’re going to ignore him.” You stated with a half smile.

“Y/N…can I talk to you?” Ron said from behind you, making Draco glare at him.

“I think you’ve said everything that needed to be said.” You state calmly as you continue dancing with Draco his hand soothing up and down your back.

“I knew it wouldn’t be long until you snaked your way in, Malfoy.” Ron hissed at Draco making him grip your hips a little too tightly as you pulled away to glare at your ex-boyfriend.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” You snapped making his eyes settle on you.

“Oh, please, he’s always had a thing for you. He was just waiting for his time.” Ron snorted bitterly making you glance at Draco who made no move to deny it.

“You mean like Hermione…oh wait I forgot she didn’t even wait did she.” You snarled making Ron’s eyes widen.

“Whether Draco and I are together or not is not your business anymore, is it? So why don’t you go sit with your friend and enjoy your night like I was until you ruined it.” You added making his eyes narrow again before he stormed off back towards Harry who was smiling sympathetically at you.

You turned to Draco and raised a brow at him making him turn a light shade of pink as he pulled you towards the table your purse and drinks where still sat. He sat down and began downing another glass of the blue liquid ignoring your gaze on the side of his face.

“If you think I’m gonna pretend you didn’t deny his accusation you have another thing coming, Draco.” You stated with a raised brow.

“It’s nothing. I had a small crush on you in school, that’s all.” He mumbled awkwardly as he avoided looking at you.

“You’re lying.” You whispered with a glare on your face.

“Let’s just go home.” He sighed as he grabbed you hand and purse before apparating back to the house.

He put your purse on the side table in the living room, kicking off his shoes before walking off towards his room. However, you weren’t about to pretend he hadn’t just lied to your face. You stormed after him waving your wand to remove your heels as you did.

“Don’t you ignore me Draco Lucius Malfoy! You don’t get to lie to my face and walk away! We’ve been friends for most of our life and best friends since 3rd year. I know when you’re lying.” You shouted as he stormed into his black and silver themed bedroom.

“Just drop it, Y/N.” He sighed softly as he sat on the end of his bed.

“No, I’m not dropping it. Why would you lie to me about having a crush on me?” You shouted as you began pacing in front of him.

He looked away making no attempt to respond so you strut towards the bed and grabbed his face with you right hand harshly, forcing him to look at you. He looked into your eyes clearly shocked at how physical you were currently being.

“Speak!” You growled through gritted teeth and you instantly noticed a dazed look crossed his face momentarily.

“I had strong feelings for you between 3rd and 6th year.” He answered obediently, his eyes never leaving yours as his face flushed. You stomach fluttered seeing him being so compliant, your tongue darting out to lick your lips, an action that Draco’s eyes tracked.

“Why wouldn’t you say something?” You sighed softly as your grip on his face softened but never moved.

“Because you liked Ron. Then you guys started dating so I moved on, Love.” He whispered sadly making you frown.

Your eyes flickered from his lips and back to his gorgeous eyes as your heart began pounding in your chest. You slid your hand into his hair brushing through the pale blonde locks. His eyes fluttered closed as he leaned into your touch making you clench your thighs as you felt yourself growing wet.

You’re unsure how you’d never really looked at him. His pale flawless skin shone under the candlelight that was illuminating his bedroom your heart felt like it was finally beating again, like finally coming home.

You grabbed his hand, sliding it under your green shirt dress, pressing it against your bare chest just over your heart making his eyes widen as he stared into your eyes as if you were both silently communicating. In that moment neither of you cared about anything else. Draco stood up abruptly, his hand sliding from your chest up your skin, cupping your jaw as he brought you in for a passionate kiss.

His lips felt like everything you had been missing, all those years loving Ron suddenly felt like child's play as he poured everything in the kiss. You gasped against his mouth allowing him to slide his tongue into your mouth, he wasn’t rushing anything as his tongue caressed yours. Your heart was soaring as you gripped his leather jacket slowly pushing it off his shoulders, his lips never leaving yours.

Once his jacket was laying on the floor, he began unbuttoning the green satin dress shirt from your body, his fingers brushing across your bare skin like he wanted to touch and memorise every part of your skin. It felt electric. His lips finally detached from yours as he looked into your eyes as if silently checking if you were sure.

“This is going to change everything.” He whispered as he stared into your eyes with a look you'd never seen on him before, one that you couldn’t quite place.

“I know.” You replied breathlessly as you grabbed his shirt and pulled him back into another slow, seductive kiss.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N.” He whispered against your lips as your dress fell to the floor. You quickly lifted the green t-shirt over his head throwing it somewhere in the room as he unbuttoned his jeans shedding them immediately.

He looked up at you stood there in a black lace panties and bra, your rings and necklaces still on. He leaned over and unclipped all three chains before placing them on the bedside table. He lifted your right hand pressing a kiss to each fingertip as he slid off all your rings placing them next to your necklaces. He was treating you like you were the most precious being in the entire world and it had you wetter than you’d ever been in your life.

He sat cross legged in the middle of the bed before tugging you into his lap. His hand cupped the back of your neck and brought you in for a soft kiss as his hand drifted down your spine until he reached your bra clip which he snapped open with one hand before his hand continued brushing down your spine at an agonisingly slow pace. You arched against his chest gasping at the sensual feeling as he slid the bra strap from your body and throwing away the black lace.

“Dray.” You moaned breathlessly as he began pressing kisses to every inch of your neck and shoulders, your legs tightening around his waist as you grind against his clothed member.

“I know, Love.” He whispered against your skin as he gripped your thighs and lifted you up from his lap and laid you on the bed gently.

His hands finally began sliding down your chest cupping your breast gently, leaving down to suck on the left nipple softly before moving to the right one and giving it the same treatment. He knelt up as his hands began trailing down your stomach towards your panties. Your body arched slightly in anticipation as he finally began pulling your panties down your thighs instantly seeing the dark patch thy had soaked into your panties but instead of bragging like you thought he would, he let out a little groan as he closed his eyes as if trying to calm himself down.

He quickly rid himself of his boxers before crawling back up, so he was staring into your eyes, your skin was flushed and slightly coated in a soft sheen of sweat as you cupped his face his frosty blue eyes boring into your Y/E/C ones. Sex was never like this for you before, then again, you'd only slept with Ron, but it felt like your heart was going to burst out your chest with how much you were feeling.

“You're a goddess, Love.” Draco whispered huskily against your lips before pressing his lips to yours. His words causing you to let out a soft moan of desire.

You ran your hand down his torso until you reached his hard member, wrapping your finger around his appendage tugging it gently making him groan against your lips as he clutched your hair tightly in between his fingers. He pulled away from the kiss and rested his forehead against yours before he began lowering himself down making your eyes widen realising what he was about to do. You let go of his member before grabbed his shoulder stopping him which seemed to have him frowning as if confused.

“Y-You don’t have to I’m already wet e-enough.” You stuttered shyly making his frown deepen.

“Are you saying he only did this to get you wet enough to fuck you?” Draco asked with annoyance in his tone.

“I-I...Is that not normal?” You whispered in embarrassment.

“Everyone's different I guess, but I wanna taste you baby, can I?” He whispered as a kissed a slow kiss on the inside of your thigh.

You flushed a little at his words but nodded your head, wanting to explore this with him. He grinned gently as he wrapped his arms around your thighs pulling your heat closer to his face. He licked from your hole to your clit before he began tracing a figure of 8 on your clit making you gasp in shock as you instantly gripped his hair.

He smirked against your heat as he continued the gentle movements of his tongue making you arch off the bed. It felt so good you couldn’t help thrusting against his face, something your ex had always told you off for however Draco groaned as he encouraged you to thrust against his tongue. You stared down catching his eyes as you grind against his flattened tongue feeling yourself getting close.

“I’m gonna cum i-if you keep going.” You moaned as you tried to pull him up but he refused to move.

“Then cum. Baby, the joy of being a woman is that you can cum...so many times.” He groaned as he began eating you out again practically burying his face in your heat.

“A-Ahh, Draco.” You cried out as you felt your orgasm explode inside your stomach making your eyes roll back as your thigh shook around his head as he slowed his tongues movements before finally backing away wiping his soaked face.

You gripped the back of his neck pulling him down for a heated kiss still shaking from your orgasm. He groaned into the kiss as his member brushed through your sensitive heat making you twitch a little. He bit your lower lip as he pushed his shaft into your wet heat, slowly allowing you to adjust to his size which was at least an inch or so bigger and wider than Ron.

“Mmm, you’re so big Dray.” You whimpered against his lips making him moan huskily into the kiss.

“Fuck.” He growled, burying his head in your neck as he began thrusting in and out of you slowly.

You bucked up to meet his thrust as you pulled his head up from your neck to rest your foreheads together as you stared into his eyes getting lost in the feeling of him. This didn’t feel like sex...this felt like making love. You cupped his cheek lovingly as he made love to you, gasps and moans filling the room as he began speeding up.

“Not gonna last long love.” Draco groaned as he began thrusting into you deeper, hitting your g-spot with every thrust.

“Me too, Dray.” You moaned blissfully as you clung to him.

He brought his hand between your body's, circling your sopping wet clit as he continued to pick up his pace but never too much. You whimpered against his lips bringing him in for a filthy, slow kiss. Your tongue wrapping around his. Your orgasm was fast approaching as you pulled his hand away and began grind against him making your clit hit his pubic bone your hand interlocking his tightly.

“Ahhh, gon’ cum, Draco.” You screamed in pure ecstasy as you felt your wet heat clamp around him.

“Cum with me, Love.” He groaned as his pace picked up making you both fall over the edge at the same time, his cum covering your walls and you clenched around him letting out a loud breathless drawn-out moan.

He slowed down until he finally collapsed on top of you which you didn’t mind as you wrapped your arms around him pulling his head against your bare chest. Both of you panting as you enjoyed the aftermath in silence. He sighed happily against your breast before finally sitting up and looking down at you.

“I want to be more than friends.” He whispered fearfully as if after giving you the most intense, pleasure filled, sex of your life you’d say no.

“I’d really like that.” You giggled making his eyes widen before he broke out into a grin his eyes shining with pure excitement.

*******

You heard a pop in the living room making your eyes light up as you grinned from ear to ear. You put down the wooden spoon you were holding before wiping your hands on your cute little black frilly apron.

“You’re home ear-Oh Mr And Mrs Malfoy!” You smiled awkwardly as they took in your appearance grinning at one another.

“Aahhh the lack of letters makes sense now.” Narcissa snickered as Lucius rolled his lips to stop from smiling.

“I’m so sorry. I had no idea he hadn’t written to you.” You muttered shyly making her shake her head.

“I’m just making dinner now if you’d like to stay. I always make too much.” You chuckled as you led them toward the kitchen where you were still cooking.

Lucius reached for a piece of bread and without thinking you slapped his hand then everyone’s eyes widen. Why the hell did you do that! He looked to his wife who was trying to contain her laughter as she patted her husband’s cheek affectionately.

“Oh my gosh I’m so sorry! I’m used to Draco doing it.” You ducked your head awkwardly as you internally slapped your face over and over again.

“It’s quite alright, Dear.” Lucius chuckled just as you all heard another pop in the living room.

“Baby girl, Daddy’s home!” Draco yelled jokingly making your face turn bright red as Lucius burst out laughing making your eyes widen.

“Draco! For God sake your parents are here! Couldn’t you enter the house like you normally do and say ‘honey I’m home’. Why on earth did you decided today, of all days, you were gonna be a cringy bastard!” You shouted as he ran into the kitchen with a raised brow.

“Oops.” He snickered making you roll your eyes.

“Bloody idiot.” You grumbled as you walked over and gave him a soft peck making him grin happily as he pulled you into a hug.

“Missed you.” He whispered in your ear making you smile shyly.

“Missed you too.” You replied sweetly as you walked away to pour him a drink of fire whiskey.

“Would you like one, Mr Malfoy?” You asked softly making him smile.

“Call me Lucius, and yes thank you, Dear, that would be lovely.” Lucius chuckled as he nudged his wife.

You passed both Draco and Lucius and whiskey before pouring a glass of red wine for you and Narcissa who happily accepted. You stored the pot of creamy pasta sauce as you took a sip of your wine.

“So, should I expect wedding bells and grandkids soon?” Narcissa asked causing you to choke on your wine as Draco smacked his head off the table.

“Mum!” Draco shouted making his mother snicker.

“Maybe in the future. Not anytime soon.” Draco huffed as he patted your back.

You stared at Draco wide eyed making him flush a little as he avoided looking at you. You began smiling so wide it hurt your cheeks leaning over and kissing his pink coloured cheek. It felt good to finally having someone put you above everything. Someone who actually wanted to plan a future with you. And he was right under your nose this entire time.

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