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Best Friends
Sam and Dean Winchester x little sister!reader, Castiel x child!reader
Requested by Anonymous
Synopsis: you don’t want to go to school, and the boys are having trouble making you
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“NO!”
Dean was out of his bed in a second and bolting towards the library when he heard your scream.
“No, no, no!” You continued, and Dean heart pounded in his ears as he yanked out his gun.
He froze in surprise when he reached the library. Sam was making a desperate attempt to wrestle a sweater on you, and you were fighting him like it was made of acid.
“What…” Dean wasn’t even sure what to ask.
“Dean!” At the sight of the oldest Winchester you finally managed to slip out of Sam’s grasp and ran right to Dean.
“What’s going on?” Dean asked as you latched yourself to his leg, hugging him like your life depended on it.
“She doesn’t want to go to school,” Sam grunted as he followed you over to Dean, reaching down and trying to pry you away.
No!” You screeched, and Sam grimaced as he continued to pull at your hands, trying to unclamp you from Dean’s leg.
“Kid, cut it out,” Dean grunted, leaning down to help Sam. “Just go to school.”
“No!”
“Why not?” Sam sighed.
“I wanna stay with you!” You whined.
“I’m flattered,” Dean muttered sarcastically. “But you’ve gotta go, so just—“
“Got her,” Sam sighed in relief when he finally managed to pry your fingers off Dean’s leg. “Alright brat, let’s get you to school.”
“Brat” was Sam’s occasional nickname for you, and it was normally used ironically, like when he called Dean “jerk”. However, Dean could tell that Sam meant it a little more this morning.
“I don’t want to!” You whined as Sam carried you to the Impala, Dean trailing behind in case you tried anything. It turned out to be a good instinct, because before Sam could buckle you in, he turned for one second to look at Dean, and you took the opportunity to jump out of the car and make a run for the bunker.
“Hey!” Dean lunged for you, but missed.
“Cas!” You yelled suddenly, trying to summon the angel. “Cas I need you!”
“What’s the—“ Cas froze for a moment when he saw the scene; Sam, scooping you into his arms while you yelled and struggled, and Dean doing his best to keep you from kicking and/or biting Sam. “Matter,” he finished lamely, still unsure if he should interfere.
“We’re trying to get her to school,” Sam grunted when you kicked him in the ribs.
“She’s having a bit of a tantrum about it,” Dean added.
“Cas, help!” You cried.
“Can I talk to her?” Cas asked, and all three Winchesters seemed to freeze for a moment.
“Have at it,” Sam shrugged, setting you on the ground but keeping a hand on your shoulder to stop you from running.
“I won’t let her escape,” Cas assured Sam as he knelt in front of you, and Sam stepped back to give you two some space.
“N/N, I thought you liked school. Why don’t you want to go?”
Castiel’s gentle tone calmed you, and your response came out much quieter than your previous ones.
“I wanted to stay here with Sam and Dean,” you sniffled, shuffling on your feet.
“What about your friends at school? Don’t you want to be with them?”
“No.”
Cas was surprised when you started to cry at his question.
“Why not?”
Sam and Dean were both getting impatient, but Cas’s attention was fully on you.
“Be-because Lily’s been sick all week, and she’s my best friend! If she’s not there, then I don’t want to go!”
“And why didn’t you tell Sam and Dean this?” Cas asked.
You just shrugged, still sniffling. “They-they’d make me go anyway.”
“It’s true,” Dean called out.
Cas ignored him, still focusing on you.
“Don’t you have any other friends to play with?”
“No,” you whined, the tears once again streaming down your face. “Everyone else is a butthead.”
Castiel had to bite back a smile at that.
“Do you know who you remind me of?” He asked.
“Who?”
“Me.”
“You?” You sniffled. “How?”
“Well, every time I have to go to heaven, I don’t want to. Just like you don’t want to go to school.”
“Why?”
“Well, because all of my best friends are right here,” Cas smiled. “Sam, and Dean, and of course my favorite little Winchester.” You giggled as Cas poked at your stomach, your tears slowly stopping.
“But you don’t say anything,” you argued.
“Well that’s because I know that I have to go anyway. Even though all the other angels are buttheads.”
You giggled again at Cas’s words.
“I have to go,” Cas continued, still smiling. “Because I have a job to do. And you have a job to do right now; you’ve gotta learn, so you can grow up smart like your big brother Sam.”
Dean opened his mouth to argue, but Sam elbowed him.
“Oh.” You seemed to ponder Cas’s words for a long moment. “But…will you be here when I come back?”
“Of course, little one,” Cas promised. “I’ll be ready and waiting to see my best friend.”
Your face lit up at this, and the boys relaxed. You wouldn’t fight school anymore, at least not today.
“Cas, can you take me to school today?”
“I don’t think Dean would like me to drive the Impala…” Cas began, but when your lip began to quiver Dean stepped in.
“Just this once, ok?”
“Yay!” You giggled as Cas lifted you into his arms and deposited you into your seat. “Hey Cas?”
“Yes little one?” Cas asked as he buckled you in.
“You’re my best friend, too.”
“Oh yes?” Cas smiled at you.
“Yeah, and Sam, and Dean! You’re all my best friends.”
Cas did something that he rarely did—he bent down and pressed a gentle kiss to your head.
“Then we’re all very lucky, little one.”
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book-place · 1 year
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Where You Lead
Warnings: mentions of fighting, hunting, weapons and violence, drinking, hints of parental abuse and neglect, cursing, injuries and blood, gunshots wounds, mentions of death let me know if I missed any :)
Pairings: Dean Winchester x sister reader, Sam Winchester x sister reader
*not my gif*
Summary: Ever since you first came home from the hospital, you and Dean had an unbreakable bond
A/N: Welcome to book place’s one year event!!
Inspired by: Where You Lead I Will Follow by Carole King
Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work
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Loving you the way I do
“This is your baby sister, Y/n,” This might be the first time since his mother was alive that Dean had heard his fathers voice be as soft as it was.
“Can I hold her? Please, can I hold her?” Sam begged, bouncing up and down on his toes in anticipation.
“Dean gets to hold her first, Sam,” John scowled slightly, “We talked about this already.”
The- now middle- Winchester sibling stopped jumping immediately and dropped his head slightly, “Sorry,” He mumbled, kicking his shoe slightly against the motel ground.
As gently as humanly possible, nine year old Dean gingerly held you in his arms, supporting your head the way your father had shown him before gazing at you in wonder.
You tossed and turned a little bit in the hospital blanket that was wrapped securely around you, before you blinked your eyes open slightly.
Instead of screaming and crying like he expected you to do, you just stared up at your older brother in the same amazement that he looked over you with; and that amazement soon melted into full adoration on his features.
“Is it my turn yet?” Sam whined, and John finally relented with a small huff.
The hesitation was visible on Dean's face, looking as if it pained him to pass you over to his little brother, something that escaped both Sam and John’s notice.
What John didn’t miss though, was the way his eldest son lingered near you and Sam, looking ready to spring forward at any moment and save you should Sam accidentally drop you.
“She’s fine, Dean, quit hovering.” John told his son gruffly. But for the first time in his life, the boy didn't snap at attention to scramble and do what his father had said. For the first time, he pretended as if he didn’t hear the man as he continued to stare down at you.
I know we’re gonna make it through
“I’ll be back in a couple days, don’t do anything to draw attention to yourselves.” John warned with a small glare before turning on his heel and exiting the motel room, slamming the door shut behind him.
Dean let out a small breath, glancing over his shoulder to where you sat on Sam’s lap on the crammed couch, both of you engrossed in the cartoon before you.
It had been two years since you were born, and Dean was yet to hear his fathers voice grow soft again, even around you. In fact, John began to try and distance himself from you as much as he could.
He had once confessed to Dean when he was almost black out drunk that it was because he had a child with a woman who wasn’t Mary, and while he and Sam could remind him of his late wife, you did no such thing.
It wasn’t your fault of course, and Dean knew that. He knew that it wasn’t fair for your father to distance himself from you for something you couldn’t control, which would inevitably affect you one way or another eventually.
He walked over to the couch before plopping down onto the small cushion beside the two of you and held out his arms, “Giver ‘er here, Sammy.”
The boy did so, and you giggled slightly at being passed around. You looked up at Dean with a wide smile before turning your attention back to the screen.
A small sigh escaped his lips as he watched over his two siblings, both who were completely oblivious to the fact that John had only left a few cans of food in the room and a very limited amount of money without the certainty of when he would return.
He placed a small kiss on the top of your head. He was going to get you all through this, just like he always did.
And I would go to the ends of the earth
“We asked for a parent or guardian of Y/n Winchester.” The principal raised a single eyebrow as he spoke, eyeing the clearly high school level student.
“I’m her older brother,” Dean grunted with narrowed eyes, “Isn’t that good enough if our father can’t make it?”
The older man sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “Fine, fine. We should get this started, then.” He then beckoned with his hand for you and one of your classmates to come into his office.
You shuffled in, eyes lighting up when you spotted Dean and you hurriedly squealed, rushing over and jumping into his arms, “Hey, sweetheart.” He mumbled, pressing a kiss in your hair.
“What is this about?” The mother of your classmate demanded, shooting daggers at you and your brother from where she sat in a chair a couple feet away.
“I’m afraid we are going to have to suspend the two of them,” The principal spoke.
A look of bewilderment came over Dean's features, “S-suspend? For what? She’s five!”
“Even so, they both must be held accountable for their actions.”
“Which was what, exactly?” He demanded, grip tightening around you protectively.
“The two of them got into a small fight and disrupted the class.” He informed him and the other mom.
“That’s outrageous!” Said mother shrieked, jumping to her feet, “My daughter would never get into a fight!”
“She hit me, I didn’t do anything,” You mumbled into Dean's ear, and he felt his anger begin to boil in his blood.
“Y/n didn’t do anything,” Dean stated, a venomous glint in his eyes as he stared down the mother and the principal.
“Oh?” The woman screeched, whirling around and pointing a finger at him, “And how did you figure that out?” She hissed.
“Because she told me she didn’t,” He said plainly.
She scoffed and rolled her eyes as if he just said the most idiotic thing she’d ever heard, “And how do you know you can believe her?”
Dean stood up immediately, you still clutched to his chest as he glared right back at the older woman, “Because she isn’t lying.” He told her with a dangerous tinge in his tone before simply turning on his heel and striding out of the office.
Your arms wrapped around his neck and you buried your face in his shirt, “Thanks, De.” You whispered.
'Cause, darling, to me that's what you're worth
“What the hell is this?” John snapped with a glare, picking up a doll that had gently been set on the table.
Dean swallowed, eyes flitting over to your sleeping form on the bed beside him, your chest rising and falling steadily.
You hadn’t meant to, and Dean knew that. You were only eight, you hadn’t meant to wander out the store with the doll in your grip as if it was already yours and not something you had just picked up off the shelf.
He had been too preoccupied to even notice until the two of you got home, and he had sighed as he watched your eyes fill with tears and your bottom lip wobble as you stared up at him after telling you that it would have to be taken back.
Reluctantly, he had given in and decided that it wouldn’t even matter if you brought it back now, so he had said he would let you keep it this one time if you never did it again.
Of course, Dean couldn’t tell his father that, then he would be angry at you. And your older brother always did everything in his power to shield you from that side of John.
“I-I took it, sir.” Your older brother cleared his throat, glancing up at his fathers raging form, “I wanted to get her a toy to have.”
The older man let out a loud scoff, rolling his eyes, “Why the hell would you do that?”
“Because sh-she needs toys,” He tried to sound as confident as he could without his voice wavering again. You needed him, he would not give you up like that, “I thought she needed toys.” He was more confident this time.
John dropped the doll carelessly to the ground with a snarl, “Next time,” He seethed, “Next time I catch you pulling any of this shit, there’s gonna be consequences.”
He was talking to Dean as if he weren’t seventeen years old. As if he were still just a child.
But the boy bit his tongue and nodded his head once, visibly relaxing once his father stomped out of the room. He looked back at you and let a small sigh loose, relieved that you hadn’t woken up.
Carefully, he pulled the blankets higher on your body that had slipped down from some tossing and turning.
Where you lead, I will follow
“Dude,” Sam spoke up, glancing away from his homework for a split second to give Dean a look, “She’s fine.”
The man immediately froze, stopped tapping his foot and snapped his head over to his younger brother, “What?”
“Y/n,” The younger boy's head was already facing the textbook again, “She just went out with a couple friends. You can stop stressing out, she's fine.”
Dean hadn’t even realized that he had eagerly been staring out the motel window, awaiting your return with about as much impatience as a toddler.
“I know that,” He shot back defensively, forcing his muscles to relax from his stiff, upright sitting position and relax against the back of the chair.
Sam looked up again, eyebrows raised so high that they disappeared under his hair, “Oh? You’re not staring at the parking lot as if she didn’t just leave five minutes ago?”
“No,” Dean grumbled, sinking down and crossing his arms over his chest.
A sigh left Sam’s lips, “She’s eleven, dude. And she’s just down the road if you need to get to her.”
“Or if she needs to get to me.” He hadn’t even thought as the words slipped through his lips.
There was a pause, “Yeah… yeah, if she needs to get to you, she can easily do it.” He reassured his older brother.
Despite the clear way the words were forced out, Dean still relaxed for real when he heard them, but didn’t move away from the window as he waited for you to return.
Anywhere that you tell me to
You shuffled through the door, head hung low as you dropped your backpack with a small ‘thud’ beside the table. Sam reached out and rubbed your shoulders comfortingly.
Dean looked over his shoulder from where he was preparing dinner, “Hey, sweetheart, hey Sammy-“ He cut himself off when he caught sight of your defeated look and Sam’s pitying one, “What is it?” He immediately rushed out, “What’s wrong?”
You just sniffled slightly and crossed your arms over your chest, kicking at the floor.
“Sam?” He automatically turned his attention to the boy when you didn’t answer, “What’s wrong?” He demanded again.
John had just dropped the two of you off back at the motel after school before rushing off, saying that the hunt was not over even though he thought it had been.
A tear slipped down your cheek, and right as it did so, you took off towards the bathroom, slamming and locking the door behind you, leaving your brothers behind.
“Sam.”
“There’s this father-daughter dance going on for her grade,” He sighed, and it clicked into place right away for Dean.
“Dad couldn’t go?” He asked softly.
“He wouldn’t,” Sam corrected him angrily with a scoff, crossing his arms over his chest, “He told her it was a waste of time.”
All at once, a blinding rage boiled up inside of Dean, one of the only times in his entire life that he was anything but scared of his father. For once, he hated the man.
His thoughts snapped back to the present though when he realized that you were still crying in the bathroom, and he immediately reeled his emotions in. You needed him more than he needed to be angry right now.
With a sigh, he crept over and gently knocked on the door after shooting a swift nod of thanks to Sam’s direction, “N/n?” He called softly, “Sweetheart, it’s me. Can I come in?”
There was a moment of silence before the man heard a slight click of a door being unlocked, and he didn’t hesitate to rush in.
Your cheeks were stained with tears and your eyes were bloodshot in a way that made Dean's heart shatter into a million pieces.
“Oh, n/n,” He cooed, sinking onto the ground beside you and pulling you to his chest, rubbing a hand up and down your back comfortingly as you cried into his shirt.
He kept whispering comforting words in your ear until you were reduced to sniffles and hiccups that were an effect of after-sobbing.
“D-dad doesn’t want to go with me,” You choked out, clutching a handful of your brother's shirt tightly.
Dean sighed, unsure of what to tell you. Of whether or not he should lie and tell you that your father really did want to go, he was just busy. But he realized that you were now old enough to see right through that.
“I’ll go with you,” As soon as the thought popped into his mind, he hadn’t even given himself a second to process it before blurting it out loud.
You reeled back and stared up at him with wide eyes, “Wha-“
“I’ll go to the father-daughter dance with you,” He shrugged, “I know I’m not dad, but at least you’ll have someone to go with.”
Slowly, a large grin broke out onto your face and you threw yourself into his arms again, squeezing tightly as you let out an excited squeal, “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”
He laughed, hugging you with the same amount of force, “My pleasure, sweetheart.”
If you need, you need me to be with you
“Y/n?” Dean's eyebrows flew up in shock as the smell of alcohol filled his senses.
“Duh,” You slurred, stumbling slightly to stand upright as you made your way into the motel room, “Who else would I be? Bobby?”
“Are you… drunk?” He had to blink a couple of times to help his brain fully process what he was seeing. You, his baby sister, hardly fifteen years old, drunk out of your mind.
“Noo,” You whined, “God, get off my case.”
“Hey,” He stood up, arm wrapping around your waist automatically as you almost fell over your own feet, “Come on,” Gently, he led you over to sit down on the bed.
With a large sigh of relief, you fell onto your back and cuddled into the sheets, “Thanks, dad.” You mumbled.
Dean's eyes were practically bugging out of his head at this point. He swallowed thickly, “Y-you know I’m not dad, right?”
“Well not biololy-“ You paused with furrowed eyebrows, “Beeolog-“
“Biologically?” He filled in the missing word for you, unsure of where you were trying to go with this as he turned on his heel to get you a glass of water.
You snapped your fingers, pointing a lazy finger at him, “Bingo! You might not be my dad biologically, but you’re more of a father to me than John- John is.” Your head was nuzzling into a pillow by now.
He sputtered, practically dropping the glass before setting it down on the bedside table, “That-that’s not true.” He insisted, “You don’t think that.”
“Sober words are drunk thoughts,” You slurred before opening your eyes and pausing to think, “Wait… that’s not right…”
He sighed, picking up the water and coaxing you to sit up so he could give it to you.
“We’ll talk in the morning,” Dean told you softly, leaning forward to place a kiss on your forehead.
Even after you eventually drifted off to sleep, he couldn’t do so himself. Still trying to wrap his mind around what you said. About if you actually believed your own words.
I will follow where you lead
“Dean.” You reached up to pinch the bridge of your nose, “I’m old enough to go on a date.”
He scowled, sinking further into his chair with his arms crossed, “I disagree,” He grumbled.
“Of course you do,” You sighed before turning back to the bathroom mirror and checking your reflection one last time before stepping out.
“Do you have your gun?” He asked automatically. And if it were anyone else, you would have laughed. But this was your eldest brother, and you knew for a fact that he was dead serious.
“I don’t think I need-“
“Do you have your gun?” He demanded again, glowering from across the room.
“Yes, yes, I have my gun.” You reassured him, lifting up your handbag of where it was resting dramatically to further your point.
Silence rang out between the two of you for a moment, having your own mini stare down, before it was his turn to sigh and stand up before striding across the room to you.
He put his hands on each of your shoulders, looking you in the eye, “I just want what’s best for you.” He told you sincerely.
Your hands went up to gently grasp onto his wrists and squeeze, “I know that, De,” You spoke softly, “But you can’t protect me from everything.”
“I can try,” He replied stubbornly, cracking a smile when you snorted.
Taking your hands off of his, you moved your arms to wrap around his torso and pull him into a tight hug.
He was just about to return it when a knock rang through the room. Your date was at the door.
Slowly, you let go and looked up at your big brother with a smile.
If you're out on the road
“Where’s Sammy when you need him?” You groaned, dropping your head into your arms that rested against the table.
“Shut it,” Dean grumbled, “I can help you just as well as he could.”
You rolled your eyes up to the ceiling, “You’ve failed every math class you’ve ever been in, genius.”
“And who told you that?”
“Sam.” You said in a ‘duh’ tone.
Dean scoffed, “Well, Sammy’s a freaking liar.”
You rose your eyebrows and placed your head in your hand, waiting as his eyes raked up and down the paper.
“Well?” You asked after a few moments.
“Well, this is hard.” He snapped back.
You threw your hands up, “That's why I asked for help!”
He seemed to ponder something for a moment before putting the paper down tentatively, “Math was always stupid anyway. I don’t think it would hurt if you didn’t do this one assignment.”
“So, you’re admitting to not knowing how to do this?”
“…no.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“Then what are you saying?”
“… fine, I failed every math class I’ve ever taken.”
Feeling lonely, and so cold
“You’re gonna be fine, you’re gonna be fine.” Dean muttered, not knowing if he was trying to reassure you or himself more as he put so much pressure on the gas that his foot had begun to hurt.
“D-Dean-“ You muttered from the passenger seat, lulling your head to the side to try and face him.
Quickly, he shushed you, doing everything in his power not to focus solely on the crumbled up shirt you were holding against your stomach to try and apply pressure to your wound. He knew if he focused on that for longer than a couple of seconds, he would abandon his mission of getting you straight to a hospital and try to take care of it on his own.
He knew his mind would kick into a protective, frenzy overdrive and he wouldn’t allow himself to wait until he arrived at his destination.
Of course, the one day Sam wasn’t feeling well enough to join the two of you on a hunt- one that was supposed to be so simple that Dean finally- begrudgingly- allowed you to come on, you had gotten shot in the stomach.
As soon as that had happened, everything about the hunt immediately flew as far from Deans mind as humanly possible, even letting the shooter get away in his panicked state as his brain switched to autopilot mode and he scooped you up and rushed you to the car.
Nothing was going to happen to you. Nothing was going to happen to you. Nothing was going to happen to you. Nothing was-
A violent cough raked through your body, making your older brother visibly flinch as he pressed down harder on the pedal, even if he was already going as fast as he could.
“You’re gonna be okay, sweetheart,” He muttered, harshly blinking away the tears that began to pool in his eye ducts.
All you have to do is call my name
“Dean?” You whispered into the darkness hesitantly.
“Wh-What? What’s wrong?” His eyes immediately snapped open and he flew out of the bed at your nervous tone.
He gently took ahold of each of your shoulders and blinked the sleep away from his eyes as they scanned your face through the darkness for any sign of distress.
“I-I had a nightmare…” You muttered weakly, feeling heat begin to spread to your cheeks as you averted your eyes from your elder brother.
“Oh,” He breathed out, relaxing only slightly when he realized that you were in no immediate danger, “Oh, it’s okay, sweetheart.” He quickly wrapped his arms around you and brought you to his chest.
Your own arms snaked around him in return, burying your face in his chest and allowing him to rock both of you back and forth slightly as he rubbed your back soothingly.
“Can I stay?” You whispered meekly, refusing to look him in the eyes from the sheer embarrassment of it all.
“Of course,” He answered without hesitation, keeping an arm wrapped around you as he gently led you to the bed.
As soon as you were both lying down and under the sheets, you cuddled into your older brothers chest and let out a little sigh of content, “Thank you, De.” You whispered sleepily.
“I have nightmares all the time too,” He whispered after a few moments of silence, “They got worse after you almost died on that hunt.”
You felt his arms tighten around you as he spoke, and you held on just as tight in return.
“We’re okay,” He spoke comfortingly, kissing the top of your head again, “We’re okay.”
And I'll be there on the next train
“I-I need help,” You spoke shakily into the phone, wrapping your free arm tighter around yourself as you spoke.
“Alright, I’m on my way.” Came Dean's determined reply.
No, ‘I told you so’. No, ‘You made this mess, you can get out of it yourself’. No, ‘You shouldn’t have gone in the first place’. Just your selfless, loving brother who was willing to drop everything he was doing because you had made a mistake. Because you had insisted that you could finally go on a solo hunt despite his protests and pleas. Because he had been so scared of a repeat from the last time he had allowed you to go on a hunt. And even that time you were with him, this time you wouldn’t be.
And now you were in over your head and you needed your older brother to bail you out.
“Dean?” You sniffled slightly into your phone, “I’m sorry.”
“I know, sweetheart, I know.” He spoke soothingly.
In the background, you hear the car start as if he had just been sitting in it waiting for your call.
You wouldn’t be surprised. But you couldn’t find it in yourself to be mad at him.
Where you lead, I will follow
“Sam’s gonna kill us ya’know.” You spoke, shoveling another spoonful of cereal into your mouth.
“What Sammy doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” Dean replied calmly, leaning back against the couch cushions, eyes trained solely on the Scooby-Doo episode.
“We’re supposed to be researching lore about the case,” Even though you said it, you made no effort to turn off the television and go back to work.
“You and I both know that he’ll do all of it anyway,” He reminded you, “Might as well enjoy our time instead of wasting it.”
A chuckle escaped from your lips as you softly shook your head back and forth, folding your legs underneath you and entertaining your brother by watching his favorite show with him.
Anywhere that you tell me to
“How do you mess up making toast?” You yelled over the fire alarm.
“I don’t know! Okay? I don’t know!” Dean's voice boomed back as he wildly jumped around with a towel while trying to fan the smoke out of the room.
Despite his protests, the alarms screeching didn't come to the halt you had hoped for. If anything, it seemed to get even louder.
“I leave you alone for five minutes and this is what happens!” You scolded, “I swear, I feel like I’m the older one sometimes.”
“Just shut it and help me!” He snapped.
You sighed irritatedly, but grabbed a towel anyway and joined in on his efforts of stopping an almost inevitable fire.
It took a while- and a lot more screaming matches- before the alarm finally died down and the only thing that remained from the fire was the ringing in your ears, the faint smell of smoke, and a burnt beyond recognition piece of toast.
“Let’s… let’s not speak of this ever again.” Dean finally huffed out after catching his breath.
A wicked smile made its way onto your face at his words, “In your dreams,” You told him sinisterly.
His face dropped and he looked at you in horror, “Don’t you dare-“
“Oh, Sam,” You sang, practically dancing out of the room.
“Get back here!” The sound of thundering feet coming bounding after you made you squeal and pick up your pace.
If you need, you need me to be with you
“Y/n?” You ferociously wiped away the tears that stained your cheeks when you door was knocked on, “Sweetheart? Are you okay?”
“Y-yeah, I’m fine, Dean.” You silently cursed yourself for the small crack in your voice as you spoke. Though you doubted it would even need to be there for your brother to know that something was wrong.
“I’m coming in,” He announced, waiting only a split second to see if you would protest before opening your door and immediately scanning his eyes over you to see what was the matter.
“Hey, hey,” He murmured gently, dropping down in front of where you sat on your bed once he realized you didn’t appear to be in any physical pain, “What’s wrong?”
You shook your head when you were unable to speak, averting your eyes from his wide, concerned ones.
“Talk to me,” He pleaded softly. He hated when something was the matter that he didn’t know about, it absolutely killed him.
“It’s just-“ You choked out a small sob, “Why?”
His eyebrows furrowed as he unconsciously swiped a piece of hair from your face, “Why, what, sweetheart?”
Again, you shook your head, “I’m being so stupid-“
“Hey,” He gently grabbed your chin and made you look at him, “Anything making you upset is not stupid. Now what’s wrong?”
“Why can’t we just have a normal life?” His heart dropped, “Why did dad have to drag us into this? We’ve lost so many people because of what we do and I just don’t know if I can take it anymore-“
“Hey, hey,” He shushed you softly, immediately wrapping his arms around you, “Shh, it’s okay, I know. Believe me, sweetheart, I know. It’s not fair. I’m so sorry.”
“It’s not your fault, Dean.” You sniffled, pulling away and wiping your face with your sleeve.
“Still,” Tears began to form in his own eyes and he was forced to harshly blink them away, “I wish more than anything that you could have been spared from this. And I am so damn sorry that you weren’t.”
“I don’t want this for you either, Dean.” You told him softly.
He smiled sadly, “I know, sweetheart, I know. But at least we have each other.”
You were finally able to smile slightly at that, “Yeah, we do. Don’t we?”
I will follow
Humming lightly to yourself, you put the finishing touches on the dish before you and stepped back with your hands on your hips, proudly smiling down at it.
“N/n!” Dean's voice echoed through the halls, “I’m home!”
“In the kitchen!” You echoed back, excitedly jumping to hide the plate behind your back just in time for him to enter.
He entered with a wide smile, “Hey, sweetheart, what’s-“ He froze and eyed you suspiciously, “What are you up to?”
Unable to even attempt to hide your eagerness anymore, you leapt to the side and dramatically put your arms out to the side, “Ta da!” You guestered to the plate you had previously been hiding.
A wide grin automatically broke out onto his face as he came scurrying over to the counter with childlike excitement, “Pie?” He practically squealed, “You made me pie?”
You nodded proudly, putting your hands on your hips.
He rushed over and scooped you in a long hug, spinning you around in a way that made you giggle, “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” He gushed while gently setting you down, “Have I ever told you that you’re the best sister ever?” He was already taking a fork and shoveling some of it into his mouth.
“I could do with hearing it more often.” You teased.
“You’re the best sister ever!” He cheered, devouring the dessert happily.
Where you lead
The steady rocking of the car did nothing to help your tired state, nor did the music softly drifting out of the speakers and filling the small space effortlessly.
Dean's eyes flitted over to you for a quick second, “You can go to sleep, it’ll be a couple more hours until we get there.” He told you softly.
You shook your head stubbornly despite the yawn you had to bite back, “I wanna stay up with you,” You murmured, unconsciously cuddling up against the seat.
“We had a long day, just get some rest.” He insisted in the same gentle tone.
Finally, you weren’t able to hold back your exhaustion any longer and you practically melted into the cushions, “Fine,” You mumbled, “But only for a few minutes.”
He laughed lightly, reaching over with one hand and ruffling your hair playfully, “Sleep well, sleepyhead.” He teased.
“I love you, De,” You whispered, eyes already drifting shut and your head lulling to rest against the window.
“I love you too, sweetheart.”
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lexabitxh · 18 days
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D.W | Feelings
summary: dean winchester confesses his feelings towards y/n.
perspective: third person
word count: 1811
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Dean had fallen madly in love with Y/n ever since he laid eyes on her. She was beautiful, not like the girls in the magazines. She was beautiful for the way she thought, for the way she spoke, and her ability to help those around her.
No, she wasn’t just beautiful as something temporary as her looks, but beautiful deep down in her soul.
She was his reason for why he kept pushing in life. She made his darkest days cheerful and full of light. She had changed his life completely.
The way she looked at him with that smile made him feel butterflies in his stomach. It was an odd sensation, but comforting in ways that couldn’t allow him to sleep at night.
However, he wasn’t one to express his feelings. It wasn’t easy to admit he loved her, but he knew those feelings he felt were true. He wanted to tell her, but the fear of rejection held him back.
So, Dean keep things mutual between the both for as long as he could, but each day it became harder to not wonder what it would be like to date her. Especially when there would times where he’d flirt with her and she’d flirt back. Did she mean it or was she just playing along?
Sometimes he’d envy Sam for how close the two were. She’d always go to Sam rather than him for help or for anything in general. He tried not to hate Sam for it, but he just wished to be in his place. To be the one he she’d run to for comfort.
He wishes he could be the one that kept her awake at nights and in despair, to be her cry, to be the one who she woke up excited for. But that fear always held him back from confessing his feelings.
It wasn’t until he finally had enough.
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Sam and Y/n had been on the couch watching movies for hours with half a bucket of popcorn between them, and the other half all over them. “Sam! Stop throwing the popcorn!” She laughed, trying to sound upset but couldn’t.
“C’mon, this is more fun than actually eating it” he said, throwing a handful at her. Before she could say anything, Dean had came back from his trip. She looked towards his direction, sending him a smile only to not receive one back.
“Hey, Dean. Is everything okay?” She questioned, looking up at him as Sam had turned the volume down. “Yeah… just been thinking a lot while I was out” he said as he looked between the two.
Sam immediately got the hint and got up. “I’ll go make us some more popcorn.”
Y/n watched as Sam grabbed the container and awkwardly walked away, leaving the two alone. Once he was gone, she patted the empty spot, inviting him to take a seat besides her.
“What’s in your mind?” She asked.
Dean walked from behind the couch and around, sitting next to her. Being so close to her made him nervous- he couldn’t function. He kept quiet for a bit, trying to find the words he had been rehearsing over and over and over again, but it’s as if the words he’s been memorizing had slipped away.
“I just wanted to, um, talk to you about something” he swallowed nervously. He was starting to become flustered. The palm of his hands becoming sweaty and his heart pounding out off his chest. Being around her made him act like a fool.
Suddenly, Y/n felt a nervous. She had no idea if she has done something to upset him. Having a one-on-one conversation always made her uneasy and uncomfortable. She felt like she was in trouble.
“What is it?” She asked concerned. Dean took in a deep breath, trying so hard to just put his feelings out there. Y/n took notice of his struggle and took ahold of his hand. “Dean, you can tell me anything. What’s going on?”
Dean glance down at her hand resting above his. Her hand much smaller as it felt soft and warm. He felt a tingly sensation form inside his chest as she made it much more difficult to act upon.
“It’s about you.”
“What about me?”
Y/n had a million different thoughts running through her mind. He probably noticed the scratch I left on baby… or the tiny stain in the backseat. She became anxious.
“Is it about, baby? Cause I swear it wasn’t me! It’s Sam’s fault!” she blurted out, throwing Sam under the bus rather than taking the blame.
“What? No!” He said, only to wonder what trouble they might have caused. “What about baby?” He questioned, but she simply shook her head. “Nothing. Forget about it. What were you going to tell me?” She asked, hoping that he’d forget all about the impala and move on.
Dean shook the thought away before refocusing on the main reason why he wanted to speak to her. “Right” he mumbled.
“Do you remember how we met?” He said smiling softly. Y/n smiled at the memory. “You were running from the police and I helped hid you from them” she laughed a little.
“We sorta became partners in crime ever since” she smiled. That smile. It was that smile that made Dean weak to his knees. “Like Bonnie & Clyde. Except we hunt monsters” he said with a light chuckle.
“Exactly” she laughed, “You were an absolute mess that day, and yet somehow, you convinced me to help you” she said. “And two years later, here I am with you idiots” she teased.
“I happens to be adorable. I’ll try not to take offense to it” he laughed softly before he getting all serious again. “Meeting you has been one of the best things that has happened to us” he said.
Y/n smiled as she felt the same away about them. They’ve gave her a purpose in life and adventures she never imagined before. “Awe, someone’s getting soft” she teased.
Dean shook his head, “just let me finish” he said. He took ahold of her hand this time and looked deeply into her eyes. “You changed my life, Y/n. You changed me. And for the past two years, I’ve been in love with you” he said, finally being able to put his feelings out into the air.
He felt relieved being able to admit his feelings. A weight lifted off his shoulders as he didn’t have to hide them anymore.
Y/n froze to the sudden news. She never would have imagined Dean Winchester to be in love with a girl like her. She loved Dean. She always has. But Dean slept with multiple girls and so she never envision herself having a real relationship with him.
“Y/n… say something.” Dean grew anxious with every second gone by. “I- for two years?” Y/n was still taken aback by the fact he loved her for two freaking years.
“It was the first time I saw you that I discovered what love at first sight was” he confessed. “You made me feel things I never felt before, things I never imagined feeling” he added.
“And seeing you with Sam made me jealous cause I want to be the one to hold you, to make you smile, to make you laugh…” he continued. “But I understand if you like Sam. I just wanted to let you know how I felt because I can’t carry this feeling inside me any longer.”
Y/n stared up at him in complete awe. The way he had let his guard down to confess his love for her. How his cheeks grew red with embarrassment. The way he became all shy and timid. She has never seen Dean act so… so in love.
“S-Sam? You think I have a thing for, Sam?!” She laughed. “D-do you not?” She shook her head, “no dumbass, I don’t like Sam in that particular way” she paused, “I like you.” She placed her hand on his cheek.
As she caressed it, he simply melted into her touch. “I’ve always liked you, Dean. The moment you stumbled into my life with trouble, I knew that the universe had written you for me.” Her words caused his heart to race, a smile forming on his lips.
“You’re the one who keeps me up at night. The one who makes me smile and giggle like crazy. You drive me crazy, Dean Winchester” she told him.
“I just- I never wanted to tell you because I knew you weren’t one to settle down with anyone. So, I kept my feelings hidden. Though it didn’t took long for Sam to notice and tease me about it.” She sighed.
“Sam knew?!” Dean said baffled at the thought why his brother never told him. Could have saved him all the trouble. Y/n nodded, “I sorta made him promise not to tell a living soul” she said giggled.
“So does this means what I think it means?” He asked. “Well, are you going to take me out on an official date?” She questioned as she gently pushed some of his hair back.
Dean smiled like an idiot. “You could ask me to swim across the ocean and I’ll do it just for you” he said while gently cupping her face.
“If a date makes you happy, then a date it is” he slowly leaned closer to her face. “I’d give you the world and more” he said as his lips hover above hers.
“Dean Winchester being so sweet? Who would’ve thought I’d be the reason” Y/n teased as she placed her lips on his, smiling in-between the shared kiss. Dean smiled back, kissing her softly and slowly. He had dreams of this moment and finally it was happening. It was magical and anything he never imagined before.
As they pulled away, they both stared at each other like complete idiot. “Finally!” said Sam as he entered the room. “About damn time. I was getting tired hearing you both yap about each other” he said as he took a seat on the singular couch.
“Now if you excuse me, I got a movie to finish” he said while throwing some popcorn towards them before taking a handful into his mouth. “Bitch” said Dean as he placed his arm around Y/n’s shoulders.
“Jerk.” Sam replied with a mouthful while turning the volume up and resuming to watch the movie.
Dean simple smiled to himself as he had everything he’s ever wanted in life. He had his brother by his side and the girl of his dreams wrapped around him. He couldn’t be happier than in that moment.
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PROFESSOR
Synopsis: The one where your professor blackmails you
Warnings: Blackmailing, Coercion, spanking, Degrading, oc's nudes get sent around, crying, unprotected sex, 2 jimin POVS, dub con, Jimins sneaky, Age gap (21&26).
(IF YOU DO NOT LIKE DUB-CON, DO NOT READ)
Pairing: Professor!jimin x naive!reader
a/n: for the person who requested this, i found it slightly hard to write a non con version of this, so i made it dub con instead. Hope that's okay🤍.
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JIMIN'S POV:
"Holy fuck." i think to myself, sitting in the corner of my room as i scroll through the nudes sent to me by a anonymous number. I felt bad i truly did, but if i said my dick wasn't hard right now looking at these photos, It would be a lie.
I had my ways of getting what I wanted, even if i went through hell and back to get it. Seeing the nude photos of y/n made me feel like the shit i went through to get it was worth it. I was gonna get what i'd been waiting for all this time later today.
The thought alone was enough for me to slap a smile on my face.
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Y/N POV:
"Stop! We're supposed to be quiet!" i whisper shout at julie. Her laugh was contagious, and I was almost sure Mr. Park was gonna have it out for us after today.
Snapping us out of our laughing fit is the loud bell, all the students beginning to grab their bags and leave the room. "See you in lunch?" I say, stuffing my journals into my bag as julie begins to leave. "Yeah, see ya!"
I laugh as she rushes out of the room. I didn't need to ask to know she was going to meet up with her boyfriend in the halls. The two of them have been the same ever since high school, i can't help but to smile when i see them together.
The sound of the classrooms door slamming pulls me out of my thoughts, looking up to see my professor locking it. "Professor park? I'm still in here." I say, slinging my bag over my shoulder as I walk to the front of the classroom.
"Sit down for a second." he says, his hands behind his back as he walks over to me. I take the time to appreciate the thought he put into his outfit today. There's not a day he doesn't come into class with his hair styled and suit fresh from the cleaners.
"I have a class to attend mr. park i can-" I'm cut off with a phone being shoved into my face. As soon as my eyes focus onto the picture my heart drops. Nudes that I sent to an ex almost a year ago, All over his phone.
He casually scrolls through the photos, scanning over my blank expression. "Sit down y/n" he says again. I obey him without question, what else could I do when my nudes were in his possession? I'd be a fool to try and protest to him.
"H-How the fuck do you have that..?" i say, cursing was the least of my worries. My TEACHER has seen me naked for fucks sake. "Look if your thinking about reporting this to the dean p-please don't.. i'm a good kid and i really don't know how these pictures got-" he cuts off my rambling as his fist slams on the table.
"Shut up, damn." he blurts out, and i go quiet. "I'm not going to say too much about this to you y/n. I assume you don't want these out, right?" he says, his tone unusually soft. He never spoke soft to anyone, he even made it a point to his students to be confident when speaking, about anything.
I nod, looking down in shame. Who knew nudes from a year ago would cause me this much trouble. And to think my ex was the one who sent them out? I trusted him with my life. Our breakup may have been bad, but i never would've shared his private photos just because i was mad at him. Clearly, he didn't feel the same.
"Look at me." he says, and i inhale sharply as his hand comes in contact with my hair, moving it back behind my ear as i look up at him. "I know you don't want anyone seeing you like this." he says, placing the phone in front of me as he tilts my head down to take another look at the photos.
"Taking pictures of yourself naked? What were you thinking hm?" the tone in his voice makes me feel even more ashamed than i already was. "I know it was wrong.. i'm sorry." my voice comes out in a whisper, i didn't even know why i was apologizing to him, he wasn't my boyfriend.
"I know you're sorry sweetheart." he says, caressing my cheek with his thumb. For a moment I felt as if he actually cared. Maybe.. just maybe someone sent him these photos in good hopes that he would warn me? Or maybe i'm just being delusional.
He interrupts my thoughts with a "But." , removing his thumb from my cheek as he picks his phone up again, stuffing it into his suits pocket. "In order for me to just let you off the hook, you're gonna have to do something for me." i look at him anxiously as i stand up from my seat, nodding with a panicked expression.
"I'll do anything, i just.. i don't want this photo to get me expelled." i felt as if i was begging him, but i didn't care. I'd worked hard to get into this college. If all my hard work was thrown away just because of a nude, i'd never live it down.
"Come here." he says, waving me over to his desk and pushing me up against it. "You wanna get out of this, correct?" he says, his voice growing lower. "Of course i do..." i reply, my hands beginning to shake.
Again, he removes his phone from his pocket, waving it in front of my face. "Then your gonna let me have my way with you, and afterwards, i'll delete your little pictures alright?" he says, his face showing nothing but fake sympathy as he hoists me up onto his desk.
"Mr. park.. we shouldn't-" he glares at me before i even finish my sentence. His eyes diverting to his phone and then back to my eyes as if he was silently telling me not to protest. "If you want to be let of the hook." he pauses, flipping my skirt up and moving my purple underwear to the side. "You're gonna be quiet and take what i give you."
He moves me off of the desk just to turn me around and bend me over, his hand resting on the back of my throat as he takes a long look at my pussy. Already soaking at the thought of him fucking me.
"Shit, you like this don't you." he mutters, keeping my head down on the desk as he takes his dick out, his boxers sitting on his thighs as he taps the tip on my ass.
"Tell me you like it ." he says, waiting to push into me, and moving to tap his tip on my clit instead. All that comes out is a stutter, i can't even speak. "I-I don't.. this isn't right!" he gives a annoyed groan, not happy with my response.
"Y/n." he says again, slapping my ass cheek hard enough to turn it red. "I said, tell me you like it." It's only now that i feel the tears running down my cheek, and they grow worse when he pushes his dick into me. Drawing a pained whine from my throat at the stretch. "Not gonna say what i wanna hear? Gonna make me fuck it out of you?"
He wastes no time in pounding into me, hand coming to cover my mouth. His pleasure evident with the way he was groaning, thrusting into me harder everytime he felt me tighten around him.
His hand slaps my ass again and again, the stinging becoming almost unbearable as i lie under him, letting him do whatever he pleased.
"Fuck, sit up." he says, his dick slipping out of me with a loud pop as he flips me over, lifting up one of my thighs before he pushes his dick right back in. "Wanna see that pretty face when i fuck you."
Throwing my head back, i finally let out a moan, no longer hiding how good he was making me feel. I watch as he brings his hand up to his mouth, spitting onto his fingers and then reaching down to rub his thumb over my clit.
"M-Mr. Park!" the fact he was my teacher was beginning to turn me on even more. Looking into his eyes as he grins at me, his grip on my thigh even tighter than before.
"Wanna fill you up with my cum, shit-" and he does, cutting himself off as he shoots his cum into me, moving closer and allowing me to rest my head on his shoulder. The feeling of him cumming inside is enough to tip me right over the edge, gripping his bicep as i cum around his cock.
We sit there for a moment, enjoying each others embrace before he slips out of me, grabbing his phone straight away. "I keep my word" he says, showing me the phone as he deletes all of the photos, being sure to show me him deleting them out of his recently deleted as well.
"T-Thank you." i say, i had to. I was thankful that he didn't report me to the dean, even if this is the way i had to go about it. He nods and grabs my book bag, handing it to me as he begins to walk me out. "I know you have a class in a couple minutes, go."
He was right, looking up at the clock on the wall it was ten minutes until my next class. I give him a small awkward wave as i run off, moving as quickly as i can to my next class as i try to ignore the feeling between my legs.
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JIMINS POV:
As she leaves my classroom, i let out a sigh of relief. Smoothing my hands over my suit as I walk to the back of the classroom, pulling out the tiny camera from behind a picture.
"Naive little girl." I mutter to myself, watching the video of us from a moment ago, lost in the way her face contorts.
"She's gonna lose her mind." i say, laughing to myself as i stuff the camera into my bag along with my phone and other belongings. After shutting off the lights in my classroom i leave the building, feeling proud about what I had just done.
Tomorrows gonna be a lot of fun.
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nerd!megumi x fem reader part three ↝ feeding you horny ppl because this is one of my most liked and requested one! hope you enjoy <3
nerd!megumi who always tutors you before every major exam. teaches you in a more effective method. "listen, y/n," he grabbed your attention, spinning you around in your chair so you'd face him, his hands on both sides of your handrest, trapping you, "let's play a game, shall we? everytime you get an answer right, i take a particle of my clothes off. and if you're wrong, you take them off."
a sly smirk would be plastered on his face by how hard you were trying to get all the answers correctly. by now, you were just in your panties and matching bralette, and he was in his sweatpants, frurstrating tears welled up in your eyes from not being able to remember the simple math formulas that were so easy for you before, but now you need help to learn.
nerd!megumi who cooes you, strokes your hair and calms you down as you cry about your math struggles. you hugs you tightly and doesn't let go till your breathing and heart rate is normal again. but it's difficult to slow down your heart rate when you're on his lap, his large long hands under your hoodie calming you down as he whispered the softest, nicest compliments into your ear.
"shh..shh...it's okay, it's okay. it's just a math problem," he laughed airly, as he hugged you tighter, "your too smart for it, butterfly. come on, clean yourself up," he said, leaning back to look at your red swollen face, and puffy nose, your lips glossy from drool and your eyes bloodshot, "then we can cuddle, watch star wars, and have ice cream, hmm?" you shot him a small smile as you wiped your face with the back of your hand. "you look so pretty when you cry..."
nerd!megumi who sends you nudes in the middle of your lecture.
Megs <3
Attachment : 1 image. do you like it? sent 11:05am
him shirtless, with wet hair, his glasses fogged up and he's only covered by the thin towel that hangs lowly on his waist, showing his v-cut. your eyes trailed down to his abs, water droplets coat him and you hope it was you.
You
I'm in class!! sent 11:10am
Megs <3
you don't like it? Attachment : 5 new images. sent 11:25am
this time the towel was gone. his pink tip was wet and his cock huge. one of his large hand covered his cock and you closed your eyes, feeling the heat grow between your thighs.
"ms. y/n, can you repeat anything i just said, or is your entire syllabus written on your phone?"
nerd!megumi who goes to the dean demand that your teacher stop being so unprofessional and rude towards you. megumi who asks you to step outside, and threatens the dean, "i'm your top student, aren't i?" he pushed his glasses up, the dean shifted nervously on his seat. megumi stayed quiet, waiting for his answer.
"yes."
"then you know if i say something out in the public, how deeply it would effect your college. teachers would get fired, i wonder if you will even stay. especially with your affair with the assistant teacher of mrs. passwater." he smirked, the dean's eyes widened as he opened his mouth but megumi put his finger up, shushing him, "who is fifteen years younger than you. keep mr. suguro's gaze out of y/n, and i will keep my mouth shut." megumi, who comes out of the dean's office with the most unreadable of expression, "wanna get waffles, butterfly?"
nerd!megumi who is so nervous when he's metting your parents. "do you think they will like me?" he sighed, "maybe i should've worn the suit. maybe the hoodie was bit too casual." he mumbled, fixing unknown creases from his hoodie as you held his hand. "i love you so much, you know that?" you smiled at him, kissing his temple as he blushed furiously, "i hope you love me like the way i love you." he sighed, his deep blue eyes growing a little sad as you kissed his cheek.
"i love you, too, megs. you don't have to doubt my love, be like anakin." he smirked, as you smiled cheekily. your parents definately hit it off with megumi. they ate every joke, every observational comments, and they, of course, loved the fact that he was so good at his studies... and that he was rich. "they love youuuuu!" you said happily, hugging him, "we should get married." his eyes widened as you gasped, "after we graduate. and have our careers on the ground."
"i'd marry you any day." he said, mumbling against your lips, "i love you."
"i know."
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In Case I Do Something Stupid
Pairing: Dean Winchester x f!reader, Reader POV and Dean POV
Summary:  Reader is a grad student in college trying to work hard for her degree while maintaining a long distance relationship with Dean Winchester. This is part three of my "Before You Go" series (I'm so bad at summaries, please forgive me!)
Tropes: Angst, Fluff, Age Difference, (Reader is early to mid-20's and Dean is probably early 30's), Established Relationship
Word Count: 4.5K
Warnings: There is some swearing (only a few times), implied reference of past sex (once or twice), Dean might be a little bit OOC.
Note: This is told from Reader's perspective. Any references to the reader is made using you or your. There is minimal use of y/n. I tried my best to proofread, but nobody's perfect. If you don’t like, don’t read, but if you do like, you’re my favorite!
Internal monologue is in italics and is in first person.
This fic includes song lyrics that are in italics and bold font.
Part 1
Part 2
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Reader POV
"Did you get it?" Dean asks.
You're standing in front of your mailbox in the lobby of your apartment, cradling the phone between your shoulder and neck while you sort through your mail. There were a lot more bills than you were hoping for.
It had been a long day and all you really wanted was to go lie down, but you had a test in the morning, which meant that you wouldn’t be sleeping anytime soon.
It had been two months since the whole “Cooper” thing and despite Dean’s insistence for you to come over to the bunker if he ever showed his face, Cooper hadn’t appeared once.
Of course that meant that Suze was out of the apartment more to spend time with him, wherever it was he lived. Neither of you had spoken about the incident, not since the morning after when Dean was asleep and you snuck out to make coffee before he woke up and you ran into her. You remember the dark circles under her eyes and  the way her face was red and puffy from crying. You hadn’t known what to say so you nodded a “good morning” and walked back into your bedroom with coffee for you and Dean.
Dean was trying to convince you to move out, but the rent was so cheap you didn’t think you’d be able to find anything better. But with the summer approaching quickly, that meant you could spend more time at the bunker with Dean.
An elderly woman breezes through the main lobby of the apartment building, wearing a bright purple tracksuit. "Hi y/n."
"Hi Mrs. Travis." You respond, holding off from answering Dean.
"Where's your special friend?" She smiles widely at you.
The last time Dean had visited, Mrs. Travis asked him to come help her unclog her drain. You and Mrs. Travis sat at her kitchen table together watching Dean work under the sink while eating mass quantities of chocolate chip cookies. You'd been over to see her a few times since, and each time she told you that Dean reminded her of her husband and would ask when he was coming back.
"He's at home this week."
"What a shame. Tell him to come back anytime. I'll make some of those cookies for him again." She smiles before continuing on to the elevator.
"Who was that?"
"Your wife." You snort into the phone.
"Oh she's the best. Those cookies were so good." Dean moans. "Can you please bring some of those when you come this weekend?"
"I'll see what I can do." You sift through the mail in your hand. There's a collection of bills and a large green make-shift envelope that has been duct taped together with thick silver tape to cradle the contents.
"But did you get it?" Dean asks again.
"By it do you mean a creepy duct taped envelope? Because yes I did." You hold it by the corner turning it over to see Dean's untidy scrawl in black sharpie over the front of it.
This looks like a kindergartener made it. You imagine Dean sitting at his desk in the bunker with a pair of scissors, his tongue between his teeth in concentration and smile to yourself.
"Okay good." Dean sounds relieved.
"I could have just picked whatever this is up this weekend."
"You're telling me that you don't like getting mail?"
"I like getting mail, but this looks like a ransom note. Is someone holding you hostage? Because if that’s happening I don’t have any money and I'm sure you'll be fine." You smile, trying to find a way to open it, but the duct tape was thwarting you.
"No it’s not a ransom note." Dean pauses on the other side of the line. "Wait, you wouldn’t pay money for me?" 
"I mean. Maybe?" You shrug as if he could see you, smiling wide at the envelope.
"That’s reassuring."
"Alright so you’re saying that if I was being held for ransom, you’d give them Baby for me?"
Dean doesn't answer. You can hear him mulling it over in his head, but you already know the answer to that question. You knew that Baby always comes first.
“That’s a long pause Dean.”
"I’m sure the connection is bad. Because I did answer-" Dean begins to say.
"How is the connection bad?" You interrupt, raising an eyebrow.
He tries again. "I’m driving through a tunnel?" It comes out like a question and you can’t help but laugh at his attempts to cover his mistake.
"I thought you said you were back at the bunker."
"Well, then the reception here sucks." He finishes and you can hear the smile in his voice.
You sigh to yourself. The last time you'd seen Dean was only a week ago, but it wasn't enough. Long distance was hard, but you felt that you both were giving it your all. Not to mention that this weekend you were coming to see him at the bunker, and it was a long weekend, which meant you both didn't have to rush.
"Uh-huh. Sure. If I get kidnapped I’m just gonna call Sam.”
"We are definitely off topic.” Dean sighs. “But you did get it?”
“Yes Dean I did. Whatever it is." You trace a finger over the silver taped edge. "Is this construction paper? Dean, you are a grown man, why do you have construction paper?”
“There’s a lot of old shit in this bunker.”
“For your birthday I’m getting you envelopes.”
"Sexy."
You roll your eyes, but finally break through the paper and pull out a bright yellow and black contraption. “You bought me a Walkman?”
Dean had previously bought you a cassette tape player that was on your desk in your apartment so you could listen to the mixtapes he made. Dean often made you mixtapes of his favorite songs, most of which you knew given you had almost the same taste in music, but each time you listened to one of his tapes it was like he was there in the room with you. It made the distance between you less when you missed him.
"Where did you even get a Walkman?" You ask.
"I told you there's a lot of old shit in this bunker." He laughs. "But this way you can listen to the mixtapes when you go to class or when you're at the library.” He says it nonchalant, but there's an edge to his voice that you don't understand.
I wonder if he's worried about something.
The thought makes you worry about him. Dean worried about a lot of things, but he usually kept it to himself. You figured it was because of his dad. You didn’t know too much about Dean’s father, only that he was dead and that he put a lot of responsibility and pressure on Dean’s shoulders when it came to Sam and the job he did, which forced Dean to be more guarded and unable to admit when he needed help. You of course, were very good at reading him and whenever Dean was worried, you made it a point to have him talk to you about it, even if you didn't have a suggestion. You wanted him to be comfortable letting his walls down. You needed him to know that you were there for him and that he didn’t need to carry the burden alone no matter how heavy it was.
You examine the Walkman, running your thumb against each black button that line along the top and against the smooth plastic edges. “That was very thoughtful. Thanks Dean.”
“You’re welcome.” He pauses. “I-uh- also included a new tape.”
“Oh cool. I can't wait to listen to it. I loved the last one."  You pop out the cassette and look at the label.
Dean always came up with ridiculous  names that made you laugh, names like "Psyched to See You Mix Vol 1," and "It's a Good Day to Call Dean."
This one was called "In Case I Do Something Stupid." "I love the name. Does it mean that this is just a pre-recorded blanket apology if you're not careful on a hunt-"
"No it's not."
"Uh-huh." You put the tape back into the Walkman.
“But for this one, when you listen to it, can you call me? I really want to know what you think.” Dean continues.
“If it’s another 8 minute drum solo of Moby Dick-“
“It's not and it hurts me that you didn’t like it. But promise that you’ll call after you listen to it.”
“It wasn't bad. And will there be a test?” You tease him, confused that he's so adamant about you calling him after you listen. Whenever Dean gave you a mixtape he was excited to know what you thought, but was usually more nonchalant about it.
"No." Dean laughs, but it doesn't sound right. "I just want to know what you think."
"Well I can bring it with me when I come this weekend and we can listen to it together-"
"NO!" Dean exclaims. "I mean-um- you should listen to it now and call me." He recovers stumbling over his words.
"Okay." You draw it out confused as to why he is acting so weird. "I will take detailed notes over all of the songs and tell you how much I loved them."
“Okay.” Dean pauses again. “Um y/n?”
“Yeah?”
“I- I’m gonna be at the bunker for a few days researching so you can call me anytime-“ He says it quickly, not in the cool and collected way he usually spoke.
“Dean are you okay?”
“Yeah.”
“Are you sure? You sound a little weird."
"I'm sure it's just the connection." Dean pauses again. "I-"
"Dean?"
“I miss you.” He says it hesitantly, and for a second you think that he was going to say something else.
“I miss you too. I promise I’ve just got the one test and then I’ll be there this weekend.”
"Okay."
"Okay."
You could feel the three little words hovering on the tip of your tongue, the three little words you would have gladly told him five months ago when you first started officially dating. You knew that you were in love with Dean, had been in love with him from the moment your eyes locked with his, but the problem was that you'd never said it to anyone else. Of course you'd never felt about anyone the way you felt about him. He was kind, caring, sexy, protective, and just the right amount of batshit crazy that always kept you guessing.
I miss him so much.
Dean hadn’t said it either. But you understood that he was a little slow when it came to stuff like that and it wasn’t that you thought he didn’t love you. Dean said it plenty of other ways. Not to mention you figured he probably also hadn’t said it to anyone before and might be afraid to admit it aloud.
"I'll see you this weekend okay?" You sigh into the phone while wishing that Dean was there to hold you.
"Can't wait. Bye Sweetheart."
"Bye Dean."
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Three days pass and you still haven’t listened to the tape. Honestly you forgot about it,  too wrapped up in studying for the test and preparing a lab report that took twelve hours to finish, all the while your lab partner, Tim, was frantically proofreading over your shoulder so you could turn it in by the deadline.
It was Thursday night, one day from seeing Dean, and you were sitting in the library for your overnight shift. You reach into your backpack for your notebook, but when you pull it out, the headphones from the Walkman are tangled in the spiral of the notebook.
Oh no. You think to yourself. You couldn't believe that you forgot about the tape and you wonder if that's why Dean hadn't texted or called the past few days, because he was waiting for you to call him to tell him what you thought.
You carefully untangle the headphones from the notebook, before raising your head to look around the library. It was midnight, which meant that the only people in the library were you and the guy in the corner slumped over a stack of textbooks half asleep. His loud snores echoed through the empty room, something else that reminded you of Dean. He didn't believe that he snored, until you recorded it on your phone and played it back to him. But, you didn’t hate that he snored. Sometimes you hated how quiet it was in your bedroom when he wasn't there sleeping beside you, that was usually when you called him just to hear his voice through the phone and closed your eyes to imagine he was there.
Dean never cared what time it was when you called him, in fact, Dean liked it when you called him on your overnight shifts and when you were walking back to your apartment. He liked to make sure that nothing happened to you.
You didn't think that the sleeping man in the corner would need any help anytime soon, so you slip the headphones over your ears and hit play. But when the first song starts, you're confused.
The first song is one of your favorites, "I'll Have to Say I Love You In A Song,"  by Jim Croce. A singer that you liked to listen to when you winded down at the end of the day and also a singer that was not Dean's favorite. He often teased you about it. For Dean to include the song on the tape was unusual, but you figured that it was because he knew you loved it.
"Well I know it's kinda late,
I hope I didn't wake you,
But what I've gotta say can't wait,
I know you'd understand,
'Cause every time I tried to tell you,
The words just came out wrong,
So I'll have to say I love you in a song…"
You hum along to the music while tapping your foot along to the melody as you reach back into your bag to pull out your textbook and pencil case for your highlighters and note tabs.
The second song starts as you turn back to your textbook, finding the right chapter to begin studying. You had expected the next song to also be a Jim Croce song or another song that you liked given the name of the mixtape. You assumed that "In Case I Do Something Stupid" meant that the tape would be filled with songs you loved to make you feel better if Dean pissed you off, but the next song is not one you know. You can tell it's Kansas, one of Dean's favorite bands, and one that you didn't often listen to before you met him.
"…Stand beside me
I will never let you fall
Stand beside me
I'll come whenever you call…"
You smile to yourself at the lyrics, it makes you think about how dependable Dean is. How he's willing to drop anything and show up whenever you need him. The melancholy tone of the song makes you miss him even more.
The smell of coffee wafts from the 24/7 coffee shop in the lobby, drawing you up from your seat to answer the siren call. When you get back with a iced coffee, you place the headphones over your ears once more and hit play.
The next two songs you recognize, both Journey songs, "Open Arms" and "Faithfully." You’d heard "Open Arms" before, but you'd never taken the time to listen to the lyrics:
"So here I am
With open arms
Hoping you'll see
What your love means to me
Open Arms…"
When "Faithfully" follows, you can't help but feel a nagging sensation in the back of you mind when you listen to the lyrics of the soft ballad like you're missing something:
"…Lost without you
And being apart ain't
easy on this love affair…
Oh, girl, you stand by me
I'm forever yours
Faithfully…"
You highlight another definition in your textbook while chewing on the inside of your cheek. You did like Journey.
Maybe Dean just wanted to include songs that I liked after the whole 8-minute Moby Dick drum solo fiasco.
When the next song comes on you can tell that it's a Led Zeppelin song, given the familiar tone of the lead singer. You continue to listen, focusing on the chorus:
"Oh, all of my love, all of my love to you, now
All of my love, oh yes,
All of my love to you…"
You sit there for a second in the brief silence that follows the song, before you shrug. Dean always included a Led Zeppelin song in his mixtapes because he wanted to continue your education of music with one of his favorite bands.
The next song begins and you immediately know what it is, "Feel Like Makin' Love" by Bad Company. Dean had included the song in a previous mixtape, not to mention you had heard it before on a tape he played when the two of you were together in his room at the bunker. Your cheeks blush as you remember what you were doing when it played. He had plenty of mixtapes that were devoted to THAT particular subject.
But this time you really sit and listen to the words of the song, highlighter poised high over the page:
"Darling, I don't live without you
And your love…
Darling, if I live without you,
I live without love…"
It makes you think of Dean again. You sigh to yourself wishing that it was already time to go back to see him.
There are actually some nice lyrics in this song. You think making a note in the margins of the textbook perched on your knee. You look back up to survey the empty room. The only patron is still in the corner snoring away.
You sit back in your chair, textbook forgotten and pause the tape. You couldn't help but notice that all the songs had a particular theme and you couldn't understand why.
When you hit play the next two are Van Halen, one of your favorite bands, and you immediately recognize both songs. The quick pace of "So This is Love" washes over you, making your heartbeat spike with the beat of the drums.
"Yes, she knows she's mine
And ain't letting go
So this is love?
Ooh I need you love,
Baby, got to have your love…"
Your breath catches in your chest as "When It's Love" starts to play and the smooth sound of the piano tickles against your skin.
"When it's love
Ooh, when it's love
Hey it'll last forever
When it's love
You and I
We're going to feel this thing together…"
And before you can think about the words the next song follows, "Is This Love?" by Whitesnake.
"I feel my love for you growing stronger
Day by day
And I can't wait to see you again
So I can hold you in my arms
Is this love that I'm feeling?
Is this love or am I dreaming?
This must be love
'Cause it's really got a hold on me…"
The next song that follows is Styx, "Babe" and you had heard it on a previous playlist Styx tape that Dean loaned you when he found out that you'd never heard anything by the band before. But this time the song catches you off guard.
"'Cause I'll be lonely without you
And I'll need your love to see me through
But please believe me, my heart is in your hands
'Cause I'll be missing you
Babe, I love you…"
You sit there in the silence that follows "Babe," unable to stop the rapid beat of your heart recognizing the familiar theme with all of the other songs on the mixtape and unable to stop focusing on the words of the song. You take a sip of your iced coffee, tapping your highlighter against your textbook while trying to gather your thoughts. But you couldn't focus on anything on the page. Your thoughts turn to the funny name that Dean decided to call the mixtape.
It's just a coincidence. Dean made another mixtape with songs that he wanted to share with me-
And then the Jim Croce song, "I'll Have to Say I Love You In a Song," comes back on. And you understand. It was exactly what Dean was doing. He was saying "I love you" the only way he knew how.
You look at the label of the cassette again, running your thumb over the writing. You thought that the "In Case I Do Something Stupid" title Dean wrote, meant listen to the tape whenever he pissed you off for being careless on a hunt, but you realize the title referred to if Dean hurt you, if he broke your heart somehow along the way, the tape was a reminder and a confession of his love. A reminder that he wasn't going to give you up, and that he was going to fix it the best way he could.
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Dean POV
He tapped his pen anxiously against the ancient text as he laid across his bed, glancing every few seconds at the dark phone on his left.
You still hadn’t called.
It’d been three days since you said you’d listen to the mixtape, three days of absolute agony. Dean sighed looking back at the text but he couldn’t focus on any of the words.
What if she listened to it and didn’t love me? What if that’s why she wasn’t calling? He thought to himself, frown deepening.
He’d thought about saying it to you a million times, almost said it on the phone three days ago, but he was afraid. Dean didn’t like admitting that, but it was true. His fear that you would reject his declaration of love kept him from whispering the three little words that he’d wanted to say from the moment you’d met and patched him up two years ago. He'd never said it before, but he'd never wanted to say it to anyone before he met you.
He glances back at his phone hopefully as the screen illuminates, but it's only a notification from his email. It was past six am, but every time Dean tried to go to sleep all he could think about was you, you and the fact that you hadn't called or texted.  Dean taps the pen on the book again, as his heart continues to sink.
Why is this so hard? Why can’t I just say it to her? I should call and tell her right now- Dean picks up his phone, but then puts it down.
Because what if you had listened to the tape and this was your way of avoiding him. What if you’d never call him back and that was it? What if this was your way of saying that you didn't love him and you didn't know how to get around the awkwardness of calling to tell him that you didn't?
His heart seized in his chest to think that. His mind began to circle the drain again, thinking of all the things he said to you the night that you told him that you wanted him. He had been surprised of course. You were so different than him, so warm and full of life that it made him feel like he’d swallowed the sun whenever he was around you. He didn't realize that you'd wanted him as much as he wanted you, in fact, half the time Dean believed that he didn't deserve to be with someone like you, not after all the things he'd done.
Dean rolls over on his back to look up at the ceiling of his bedroom, tracing the cracks in the metal and the familiar patches of rust, hoping for sleep to give him some relief.
But he can't, all he can think about is you.
Dean remembers his younger years, his years of stringing women along and flirting with whatever caught his eye. But you made him better man and that's why he loved you. You knew him better than anyone else, saw his flaws, allowed him to be open and vulnerable for the first time. You didn't make him feel like less of a man when he expressed emotions and you allowed him to break. Dean couldn't wait to see you again, because when he was with you, he didn't feel the albatross hanging around his neck.
A loud, frantic knocking at his door stirs him from his thoughts.
"I'm not in the mood Sammy." Dean grumbles. He throws his muscular forearm over his eyes to shut out the light above and to staunch the flow of self-deprecating thoughts.
The knocking persists.
Dean sighs loudly, before standing from his bed and walking to the solid metal door, his hotdog pajama pants swishing against his ankles.
"I said I'm not-" Dean looks up where Sam's face usually would be, but sees nothing.
What?
Then he drops his gaze and he sees you. Your cheeks are flushed bright red, hair blown back away from your face in tangles, wearing Dean's favorite pair of jeans, the ones that hug you so tight that it makes him have a hard time focusing. Your smile breaks something in his chest, spreading warmth and comfort through his body like a wildfire.
Dean can't remember the last time he felt comfort before he met you. When you were with him it felt like home, something that he was missing for so long in his life.
"Hey Sweetheart, what are you doing he-" He barely gets the words out before you throw yourself at him. Dean stumbles back with the force of your tackle as your lips find his, arms wrapping around the back of his neck to grip his bare shoulders and pull his face further down to yours.
Dean falls backward on the bed with you on top of him, the thick volume pressing into his back painfully, but he doesn't feel it all he's aware of is you. How your body feels on top of his, how your lips move together as one, and the soft sounds you make into his mouth when he deepens the kiss and drags his hands down to your hips.
You pull back out of breath, lips bright pink. "I listened to it. I'm so sorry it took me so long."
"You did?" Dean's hands are comfortably seated on top of your hips, squeezing just enough that he knows you're here, you're real, and he didn't fall asleep.
"Yeah, and I didn't want to say this on the phone." Your eyes are bright. "I love you too Dean."
Dean's heart skips a beat, an uncontrollable smile shining from his face with your confession. He can't remember a single solitary moment in which he'd felt so much love, comfort, and happiness surging beneath his skin.
"You do?" He didn't mean to ask it, but the little voice was back spreading doubt.
"Of course I do. It's impossible not to." You lean down to kiss him again, your fingertips flitting over his muscular torso in a way that makes pins and needles trace in their wake. "But I'd like to hear you say it." Your forehead presses against his, hair tickling his cheeks.
"I love you y/n." Dean whispers. He watches the way your blush swells over your cheeks, smile widening with his words. And all he wants is to make you smile like that for the rest of his life, to bask in your glow because you are the sun.
Dean secures his hand at the back of your head and draws you down to him, losing himself in the warmth of your love and the soft promise of what tomorrow would bring.
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Designed by pain (1)
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Summary: Broken hearts are hard to put back together. 8 years ago, Dean lost something he didn’t even know he had in the first place. Will he get a second chance?
Pairing: former AU!Dean Winchester x fem!Reader; Arthur Ketch x fem!Reader
Warnings: angst, language, implied break-up, time jumps, strong reader, Dean being a douche (implied), unplanned pregnancy
A/N: This was an alternative idea for the first chapter of my Bucky story: Monster-in-law masterlist. I decided to use it for a story with Dean.
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Designed by pain (Prologue)
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One night of passion, a life-long responsibility. The words you wrote echo in your mind. It’s only a few days since you left Dean and the house, but you are already falling apart. 
You spent the better part of the drive back to your shared home being scared of the future. 
Having a baby so soon into your relationship wasn’t in your plans. Neither was it to raise the child alone. Even though you know, there is no way you’ll not love the life growing inside your body.
“Fuck, what do I do now?” You slam the door shut behind you and immediately sink to your knees. You choke out a sob and hide your face in the palms of your hands. 
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Six days and Dean didn’t even try to call you, nor did he come home. 
He’s over you already, and Lisa will take your place. Maybe it never was your place. You were only a placeholder until she came back into the picture.
You grit your teeth and huff. “Fuck you, Dean Winchester.” Something breaks inside of you, and you don’t know if it’s a bad thing. 
The part of you loving Dean unconditionally already starts to fade, and the bitch in the back of your mind taking over whenever you got hurt wins the upper hand.
You straighten your back and look at the woman in the mirror staring back at you. You smirk and put your hands on your hips. “I guess this means we are going to leave and start all over again. Don’t worry little bean,” you lovingly run your hand over your belly, “we are going to fucking rock this…”
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One last step and your new life can begin. This is it, the point of no return. Your life with Dean is over, and you are not even sorry anymore.
You gave him time and space to realize what he was about to lose. In the end, you and his baby weren’t important enough to him to even try to talk things out.
Even if he didn’t want to be in a relationship with you any longer, he could’ve at least tried to be a father to his child.
Now you will be a father and mother to the bean growing in your belly. You’re strong and won’t back down, or cry over spilled milk.
If you look back at this moment in a few years, you will clap your hands and cheer for yourself. You’re stronger than Dean or anyone else gave you credit for. Everyone believed you’re only the cheerful and soft girl who loves to bake cookies and dreams of marrying the man you love.
A week ago, you were this person. 
Today you are someone else. An Amazon, who will take her life in her hands and move on from a man who never loved her…
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The takeoff is both exciting and terrifying. You are flying to another country, to live on another continent. Your old life will be in the past, and you can only think about the future from now on. 
Holding your old plushie in your hands, squeezing it tightly you take deep breaths. “In and out,” you tell yourself to calm your nerves. Flying always makes you nervous. This didn’t change.
“How do you like first class, Miss Y/L/N,” your new boss asks. He paid for a first-class ticket so you could talk about your new position and the house he rented for you.
“Thank you for inviting me,” you give him a quick smile. Arthur Ketch is a very polite and charming man, but you cannot appreciate him at the moment. 
“I have to thank you for accepting our job offer,” he says and dips his head to watch you nervously run your hand over your belly. “How far are you?”
“Oh—” heat creeps into your cheeks. You should’ve told him that you were pregnant before accepting his company’s offer. “I…I should’ve told you.”
“Most of our employees are mothers and fathers, Y/N. We are a family-friendly company with family-friendly work conditions. And the boss likes you, and your reputation.” He smirks now and leans closer to look at your belly.
“Do you think he’ll like that I didn’t tell them about my pregnancy? I didn’t do it on purpose. I got to know about my pregnancy only a few days ago, and I didn’t intend to accept the job offer at that time.”
“You know that I’m the boss, right?” Ketch grins. 
“You are the boss now?” Your eyes round. “Since when?”
He shrugs. “I was the one behind the job offer. Robert Singer talked highly about you when we last met. From that moment on, I wanted you to work for us. If I told you back then that I was the CEO of the BMOL you would’ve never accepted our offer.”
“So, you tricked me,” you chuckle. “Lately all men seem to lie to me.” You sigh deeply. “Sorry, that was inappropriate. I didn’t want to…” You sniff. “Sorry.”
“You accepted my job offer because of a bad break-up I assume,” he pats your hand. “It’s alright, Y/N. London is the perfect place to start over. I will show you the town, and help you settle in. If you need help, I’ll be there. We care for our employees.”
“Is that a British thing?” You quirk a brow.
“It’s an Arthur Ketch thing,” he replies. “If you ask me, he’s a fool for letting you go. Sorry. Now I was the one saying inappropriate things, Y/N. You can punch me if you want to.”
“No, you’re right,” you hastily reply. “I gave him a choice, but he just gave up on us after meeting his ex-girlfriend again. The job offer was tempting, but I couldn’t imagine leaving the man I love. He made things so much easier for me. I got a new job and a new life. Maybe I should thank him for being the douche he is.”
“You deserve better,” Ketch softly says. “I know that we barely know each other, but believe me, he’s not worth a single tear. A gentleman should never make a woman cry or hurt her. Especially the one carrying his child.”
You give Ketch a sad smile. You’re embarrassed how easily he saw right through you. It wasn’t your intention to talk about your pregnancy and broken heart with your new boss.
“Y/N don’t worry. Everything we talked about today won’t leave this airplane,” he pats your hand. “If you need a friend, I’ll be there…”
Part 2
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Protection - Dean Winchester
Title: Protection - Dean Winchester Words: 1,134 Relations: Dean Winchester X reader. TW: Violence, swearing.
Prompt:
Dean found out you have an abusive boyfriend and when he sees him he knocks him out.
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"Y/n, come down here," Sam called as you entered the bunker, you slowly made your way down the stairs, dreading having to lie to them again. 
"What happened to your face?!" Dean almost shouted once you made it to the bottom of the stairs. The boys were always a little protective, and always had your back but Dean always was a little more intense. The pit in your stomach grew as the lie seeped out of your lips. 
"I slipped in the shower and smacked the side of my face on the tiling, Don't worry, the tiles don't look as good as I do," I chuckled. Sam and Dean seemed to exchange a look but I ignored it. The beats were getting more frequent and dangerous. I knew it wasn't my fault he beat me but there was nothing I could do about it. At this point, I didn't know who I was protecting, my boyfriend or Sam and Dean. I sighed as I took a seat beside Sam, I looked over his laptop at the information on the screen. Sam took the hint and started explaining the hunt he found. I felt Dean staring at me the entire time. An intense stare which made the cuts and bruises sting again. 
"Your tiles have a mean left hook," He commented as Sam and I were talking I just swallowed my pride and carried on talking. 
Once most of the day was gone on research we agreed to go on the hunt tomorrow since it was only half a day's drive. Throughout the day Dean had made comments about my busted lip and bruised cheek but I ignored them and eventually, he stopped. I knew he would bring it up again but as I walked out of the bunker I was thankful to be alone a little. I sat in my car for a few minutes crying with my hands on the steering wheel. I just hate this. I hate lying to them, I hate that the only person I ever asked to love me beats me and hates me. I just wish a lot of things were different in my life. 
I drove off not listening to any music. That was the first sign of me losing the will to live and be happy, music was my happiness but now I prefer silence. I just hope Mason isn't in the beating mood today. I practically prayed that he would be asleep when I got home but as I pulled up I saw the lights on and instant dread filled me. A tear fell as I sighed and climbed out of the car. He must be eager because the front door opened and he watched me walk closer to him. 
"Hey," Dean's voice called from behind me as I climbed the steps. My heart rate is too fast for humanly possible. My mouth instantly dries and my eyes widen as I turn to face him. Oh god! Why?!?! "Y/N, you forgot your hat," He added as he approached me. He held out his black hat smiling at me till I took it. My eyebrows twitched in confusion. I slowly took the hat and Dean turned to my boyfriend. "I'm Dean, Y/N's co-worker," He added holding his hand out. 
"Mason," He replied shaking his hand, "You've been mentioned a lot, nice to finally meet you," He added and my eyes filled with tears. He's going to kill me for this. 
"Well, have a good night, be safe kids," Dean joked making Mason laugh. Mason put his hand on my shoulder as he watched Dean walk back to his car. His grip got harder the further away Dean got. Once Dean was in the car, Mason waved with a smile, keeping a hand on me as Dean drove off. Once out of view Mason practically threw me into the house. He slammed the door behind us. 
"What the fuck was that?!" He screamed. 
"I'm sorry, I forgot my hat, I wasn't thinking," I stumbled trying to get some distance between us but he loomed over me. 
"Obviously," He barked making me flinch. "Look at you, you're so pathetic. Stand up!" He added and I quickly obliged. "You're never going to make me look stupid like that again," He explained through gritted teeth. 
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I pulled up just given the house, looking through the window at Mason shouting at her. I instantly wanted to run in even for looking at her wrong but I had no proof and I wasn't sure she would admit it, I knew that every cut and bruise was from him. It had been happening for months and I couldn't do anything about it but now I will. I watched intensely until my phone rang. It was Sam so answered it with a sigh. 
"Look, I know you're outside of Y/N's house..." Sam began but I interrupted. 
"You can't talk me out of it," I nonchalantly remarked with a disgusted tone. 
"Wouldn't dream of it, I just wanted you to kick him in the ribs from me," Sam shrugged. I was silent in confusion. 
"Really?" I asked in disbelief. I figured Sam would want to do the right thing. 
"Yeah, give him all the bruises he gave her," Sam added. 
"Will do," I hung up as Mason grew angrier. As soon as he raised his fist I practically ran to the door. I kicked it in with ease as my anger was stronger than the door. Y/N was on the floor clutching her nose watching as Mason's eyes almost popped out of their sockets and I raised my fist. He was instantly on the floor beside her. "Y/N, pack your bag, we're leaving," I stated angrily. She scurried away up the stairs. Mason breathed his anger. 
"Get back here!" He screamed getting up but I blocked his way. 
"You touch her again and I'll-" I started to threaten. 
"What you'll beat me up? I'm not scared of you," Mason interrupted but I smirked. 
"No, I'm beating you up now but if you touch her again I'll kill you," I smirked before punching him again. I was in a raging state and only snapped out when Y/N was pulling him off. She wasn't strong enough but her screams caught me out of my trance. 
"You'll kill him," She warned and I stopped with heavy breath. I stood up straight and kicked him in the ribs. I sighed before leading Y/N out. We said nothing the entire way back to the bunker. 
As soon as the car doors were slammed shut we stood there looking at each other over the car. 
"Thank you," Was all she needed to say with the relieved smile on her face I knew I did the right thing. 
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Follow Me Into the Dark Part 1 - Dean Winchester x Reader
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Summary: The last person you expected shows up on one of the worst days of your life. Why on earth is Dean Winchester here and why is he asking you about your connections to the deceased?
A/N: Here we are. Part 1. This was what I originally intended for the "Sleep. I"ll keep you safe" prompt response but I ended up changing it because this felt too long to simply be a prompt response or even a one shot and I couldn't bear to cut it down to try to make it fit. It felt like the more it took form as I wrote, the more it deserved a proper fleshing out. So, alas, a short story. It's just an idea that I really had to explore. Not gonna lie, this might get a little dark. Hope this is alright.
Dividers are by @firefly-graphics,
This would be taking place during season 15.
All unbeta'd so all mistakes are mine.
Warnings: implied familicide; implied deaths of children; angst; heartbreak; grief; language (I guess?)
Word Count: 4814
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You sat in the pristine living room and stared at the coffee table as people milled around you. You could hear the hushed whispers of mourning for them, pity for you, and worst of all, judgment and condemnation of him. If you could, you’d throw each and every one of them out of this house right now. But it wouldn’t change the fact that they were gone. Every single one of them…gone.
You glanced up and caught sight of a framed picture of your niece holding onto her baby brother, smiling wide for the camera. You would never get to hold either of them again, chase Thea around the house and hear her squeals of laughter, tickle Tanner’s belly to hear those happy gurgles that only a baby could make — never again. A tear slipped from your eye that you quickly wiped away. 
You were just about to get up and head into the kitchen to try to escape the harpy on your right, loudly whispering about how she’d always known something was off, when two tall men wearing suits entered your vision. Your eyes widened when you recognized one of them, and his expression mirrored your shocked one.
“Dean?” You asked in disbelief. You felt as if you had been sucker punched. Of course, on the absolute worst day of your life, he would show back up. The universe clearly had it in for you and wanted to destroy whatever little piece of you that was left. It had already brought you to your knees but that wasn’t enough. As if you weren’t already hollow inside…it wanted to finish the job.
The taller man to Dean’s left glanced back and forth between you. “Uh, do you two know each other?”
Dean looked at a loss for words for a moment but managed to answer with “You might say that.”
Seeing your face, Dean immediately looked apologetic. No, you couldn’t do this. Not today of all days. Not here, not now. “Right,” you muttered before making a hasty retreat to the kitchen as you’d planned to do prior to their arrival. You didn’t even bother looking back. Hopefully, Dean and his friend would just leave.
You busied yourself with doing the dishes; you figured you’d get a head start on them now. A kindly neighbor had offered to do them but you shook your head and took over, not saying a word. Thankfully, whoever had been in the room had vacated it, giving you your space. You were grateful because you weren’t sure if you could take one more “I’m so sorry, dear” or “Did you have any idea?” You threw yourself into the mundane chore, opting not to use the dishwasher next to you. You needed the distraction, to focus on something other than how you were broken inside. You did your best not to cry when you came across the coffee cup your sister-in-law had helped Thea to make for Father’s Day this year. It was similar to the “Best Aunt Ever” one they’d sent you for your birthday.
Several dishes later, you heard a quiet throat clearing behind you but you refused to turn around to look or stop what you were doing. You knew who it was; you’d practically felt him walk into the room.
“Listen, Y/N, I’m sorry if—”
“Why are you here?”
That question seemed to throw him off guard. Good. “I wanted to say I’m—”
“No,” You cut him off before he could finish saying the two words you now hated with a passion. God knows he’d said it enough to you before he’d left you in the dust back in Sedona. “Why are you here?”
“We— I mean, my brother and I, we were in town and—”
You spun around, your eyes wide. “That was Sam?”
He gave you a nervous yet proud smile. “Uh, yeah. That’s Sammy.”
After a moment, you nodded and went back to doing the dishes. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed that Dean had moved closer, looking unsure and slightly fidgeting. 
“So you… You knew the family?”
You stopped for a moment, thinking maybe you didn’t want to have this conversation that he seemed intent on having. You’d closed the book on him years ago and there was no reason to rehash any of it. It was the same old story anyway: girl meets boy; girl has incredible sex with boy; girl spends a few weeks holed up with boy; girl falls hard for boy and makes the mistake of telling him; boy immediately breaks her heart by telling her he doesn’t feel the same and then leaves girl behind to deal with the fallout of a shattered heart alone. Definitely nothing to rehash there. “You never answered my question. Why are you here?”
“Sam and I were in town and we just happened to see an article online about what happened.”
You huffed out a snort as you slipped another wet dish into the drying rack. “Article online about what happened…” 
“I meant that we—”
The anger that had been simmering all day suddenly started coming to the surface as you replayed his words over and over in your head. “Is that what you and Sam do? Look around for funerals to crash and poke around because you and your brother have some morbid curiosity you need to satisfy? To set up your next true crime podcast or YouTube channel? What?” 
“What? Podcast? No. That’s not what I—”
“You know what, Dean, I don’t even care. Just take your brother and get out. I have enough to deal with today without you screwing up my life yet again.” How dare he? He was definitely not the man you remembered. Or maybe he was; maybe he was the man who had used you and left you behind without once looking back.
He laid a gentle hand on your shoulder but that was it. “Y/N, I didn’t mean—”
You shirked his hand off. “Just go,” you yelled, feeling a sudden rush of fury charge through you. “That’s what you’re good at! Just leave, Dean, and don’t look back!” At the same time, the glass in your grip suddenly shattered, making you gasp as red rivulets began to run down your palm.
Dean was suddenly there with a dish towel, gently cradling your hand as he slowly pulled a small shard of glass out, making you hiss in pain. He then ran your hand under the water, eliciting another pained hiss, before wrapping the towel tightly around your hand. “There a first aid kit here somewhere?”
“In the bathroom, I think.”
Dean glanced over to where you gestured and nodded. “Alright, hold this tight and take a seat. I’ll be right back.” You did as he instructed, quietly thinking over what just happened. Dean was incredibly focused and on it, no hesitation, but that wasn’t what gave you pause. Where did that spike of anger come from? And more disturbingly, why did you have the strongest urge to throw that glass at him before it actually broke in your hand? You weren’t a violent person by any means; you never put your hands on another person, never had the urge to. Sure, you’d imagined slapping a guy that deserved it when he got too handsy while being an arrogant jerk one time but you never actually felt the burning impulse that you felt just before. You glanced over at the photo mug in the drying rack and tears sprang to your eyes as you felt your heart break yet again (how was there anything left to break at this point?) when you realized maybe you actually were that type of person after all. The very worst sort of person that had some darkness or bad inside them that was lying dormant waiting for the right victim to come along so you could unleash it on them.
You tried to shake the hopeless thoughts from your head. You knew that was your shock, grief, and misery speaking. Instead, you changed the lens to a logical one and began to explain away what had happened. Perhaps it had been Dean’s words or his very appearance. Or it could be what had happened and why you were here today. Or maybe it was even a combination of everything. The glass you had broken hadn’t been light, sure, but perhaps there had been a crack in it before that you hadn’t noticed. And it absolutely made sense that you were lashing out at Dean. He had shown up out of nowhere and began asking questions because of an article he’d read online, not even one of them being a simple ‘how are you?’. He hadn’t seen you in years and while he might not have known exactly who you were in relation to this situation, you were here for a funeral and you were washing dishes, everyone was trying to give you their condolences and watching you with pity — didn’t that account for something in his mind?
You didn’t have much more time to think on it when Dean suddenly reappeared with the first aid kit in hand. He laid it down on the table in front of you and slipped his jacket off, throwing it over the back of an empty chair. He quickly rolled up his shirt sleeves and took the seat next to you, gently taking your hand and carefully unfurling your fingers. “Alright, let’s see what we’ve got.”
You watched as he studied the slice in your palm. “Not too deep,” he approved. He then began checking your skin for any other glass fragments or cuts. When he determined you were good, he began to soak a cotton ball with peroxide before turning a wide smile on you. “Did you hear the one about the priest and the cop?”
Your brows furrowed. He was now trying to make jokes? Seriously? Not to mention, no, you’d never heard of that one nor did you want to. “The priest and the—” You let out a loud hiss and you dug your teeth into your bottom lip. “Fuck,” you painfully whispered. 
You moved your gaze from the cotton ball being dabbed against your broken skin to Dean who was watching you intently. He gave you an apologetic smile. “Sorry,” he murmured.
“It’s fine,” you forced out as he continued to clean you up.
“So you didn’t tell me how you knew the family.” It was obvious he was trying to distract you from the painful stings of the ointment he was using but it also set your teeth on edge that he was still trying to get answers out of you that he wasn’t entitled to. 
When you didn’t respond, he glanced up at you expectantly.
Fine. Whatever. Let him judge along with all the others. I don’t care. It’s not like he matters to me anymore. “He was my brother,” you whispered.
Sure enough, his green eyes opened wide in surprise. “He was your brother?”
You gave a reluctant nod, choosing to glance around the room rather than look at him. 
“So the kids, they were…”
Your vision blurred slightly and you were unable to speak due to the lump that had been in your throat all day, making it hard to swallow. You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from crying. You were resolved that you would not cry in front of anyone today, and you definitely would not cry in front of Dean Winchester. He’d seen enough of your tears back in Arizona.
You felt the movements on your hand cease altogether and you turned back to see the pity you’d been getting all day staring back at you. You hated it. “I’m so sorry.”
You nodded as if on autopilot and dropped your gaze back to your hand, waiting for him to finish so you could get out of here, away from him, away from the pity and the judgment that was sure to follow. He resumed the bandaging a moment later and you both spent the rest of the time in silence.
His brother’s appearance broke it. “Everything okay in here?”
Dean glanced up at you before looking at Sam. “Uh, yeah. Just a little accident but she’s good as new.” You saw him wince slightly at the words though he tried to hide it. That ticked your irritation a little higher though you had no idea why.
“May I?” Sam asked you, pulling out one of the empty chairs. At your subtle nod, he took a seat. You knew you should introduce yourself, finally officially meet the younger brother you’d heard so much about years ago, but you didn’t have it in you. You also weren’t surprised when Dean didn’t move to introduce you or that it was painfully obvious that he had never told Sam about you which just made you feel worse. It didn’t hurt, not in the way it would have back then, but it was like someone scratched a nail lightly along a long healed scar you had which would make you flinch slightly, hoping the nail would go away and forever leave the injury site untouched. Like a crater in the earth from a small asteroid; best to just leave it be and let nature take its course.
You flexed your hand as Dean put the dressings back into the kit. 
“I’m sorry for your loss,” Sam offered.
Feeling that autopilot mode come back into play, you mumbled, “Thank you.”
“I can’t imagine how tough this has been on you and your family.” You nearly snorted; what family? Perhaps they hadn’t noticed but you were it. “But if you wouldn’t mind, I’d like to ask you a couple of questions about Scott and Leah.”
You briefly closed your eyes in pain at hearing their names, but not before you saw Dean’s head snap up to give Sam a look. “Not now.” He spoke in a tone that brooked no argument. 
Sam’s brows furrowed in confusion and he tilted his head questioningly, but remained silent.
You decided you’d had more than enough and you slowly got to your feet. Dean stood up as well, his hands reaching out to you as if to steady you, hanging in the air and unsure. You simply stared at him until he lowered his arms and compulsively swallowed. You spared a glance over at Sam and then turned to leave.
“Y/N.”
You stopped in your tracks but didn’t turn around. 
“Is there anything we can do? Anything you need?” Dean softly asked.
Anything they could do…anything you needed… You needed your family back, you needed to turn back the hands of time and get here sooner when Leah had called you out of the blue last week and begged you to come talk to Scott, saying he wasn’t acting like himself and she was worried. But since that didn’t appear to be an option, you simply shook your head and quietly answered, “Thank you for coming.” You then continued your trek out of the room, past the people who continued to offer you empty condolences or mutter statements like “They seemed like such a happy family”, and headed up the stairs, not caring in the least that you had a house full of people expecting you to be present so they could offer meaningless sympathies to someone. You ran to the bathroom and shut yourself inside it, sinking down behind the door and burying your face into your arms, hiding until everyone left and you could be alone again. You may have let out a few tears, a few quiet sobs, but no one would ever know.
“Dean, we can’t just leave her,” Sam tried to reason with his brother as they passed the crowd slowly making their way out of the home and headed towards the Impala. “We don’t even know what we’re dealing with yet.”
Dean pulled his keys out of his pocket, opening the back door of Baby to toss his jacket into. After you’d gone upstairs, he’d finished the dishes so you wouldn’t have to. He wouldn’t admit it to Sam but seeing the glass sticking out of your skin, you bleeding — it bothered him tremendously. It might have been a simple cut that had been easily patched up but it was you. It didn’t sit right with him just like this whole case hadn’t from the get go. 
He certainly hadn’t been expecting to see you after all of this time, while he was on a case of all things. He had hoped you were off living your life somewhere, happy as could be, in love, maybe have a kid or two — whatever you’d wanted. He had wanted you to have a normal life, a life untainted by the things that go bump in the night, something he would never get to experience himself. That was why he’d done the impossible and left you back in Sedona all those years ago. Granted, he’d been young and untethered and idiotic but those weeks he spent with you, those he would never forget. You were gorgeous, funny as hell, great in bed, you had a killer smile, and oh did you have one hell of a kind heart. You were a good girl with a wild streak who for some reason picked him though you could have had any number of guys knocking at your door. How could he not have fallen head over heels for you? And when you told him you loved him, being the first to say it between you, he’d felt something he never had before. When he was sixteen, he thought he knew what love was but boy had he been wrong.
Dean had wanted to stay with you back then, to hunker down and see where things went between you. After all, what would it hurt to put down roots for a little bit and not have to travel from motel room to motel room? To not have to sleep in the Impala for once? Besides, if Sam got to go to college and live his life, why couldn’t Dean do the same for a little while? It’s not like he would be quitting hunting or abandoning his dad to it alone, so why not? He may have only been 23 but he wanted to experience something he had always dreamed about but was told he would never have, and he wanted to experience it with you. Hell, you didn’t even need to stay in Sedona; you could settle down in Phoenix or Mesa or Tucson — or even travel to a different state. As long as he had you, he didn’t care where the two of you settled.
But of course, that had only been a dream, a momentary fantasy that felt real enough to almost touch before it was snatched out of his reach. John had called and demanded that he haul ass to Las Cruces to help him on a werewolf hunt, reminding him that he had an obligation to the family. Especially now that they were one man down thanks to Sammy’s big college adventure. Dean had tried to tell his father about you and the plan you both came up with, he really did, but John wouldn’t hear of it. The older man insisted it was infatuation, not the real thing, that he was too young to think about settling down, not to mention he was a hunter. And his dad scoffed when Dean mentioned that the way he felt about you reminded him of the stories John used to tell him and Sam about their parents meeting when they were young. He even proudly mentioned that you knew the words to every one of his favorite Led Zeppelin songs; he’d checked. He just knew John would love you if he’d be willing to meet you.
John then hit him with the truth that Dean had kept buried deep down and refused to acknowledge. If he stayed with you, you would never be safe. Even if he left hunting to be with you, you’d forever have a target on your back from every nasty evil thing he’d ever hunted. Just look at what happened to his Mary after she’d left hunting for a normal life. It followed her right up to Sammy’s nursery that night back in 1983 and killed her in front of his eyes. Dean’s own eyes had misted up as John’s words registered and from the silence, John knew he had been heard.
“Do what you have to do, son. I’ll see you in the morning.” The line clicked and Dean stared at the phone, a tear slipping down his cheek.
Needless to say, Dean had broken it off with you that very day, determined to ignore your tears and heartbroken pleas, knowing he was doing the right thing by you. He said what he knew you needed to hear, though it cut him up inside to say it. 
“I love you, Dean. Please,” you’d tearfully begged him. “Don’t leave.”
“I have to. I didn’t realize this was getting serious. I mean, we holed up together for a few weeks, we had some great sex, we had some laughs, some drinks, and a good time together, but that’s all it was ever going to be. You had to know that going into this, when you took me home from the bar that night. I’m pretty sure I even told you that I was only looking for a fun time while I was waiting for my next job. No strings attached because I’m just rolling through, remember?” 
As he watched the heartbreak play upon your face, he cowardly looked away as he rolled up his spare pairs of jeans and threw them into his duffel. If he looked at you, you’d see just how much you meant to him and just how much this was hurting him to have to do this to both of you.
“I’m 23 for Christ’s sake. I’m not looking to settle down, move in with a girlfriend, or get married and start cranking out kids. I want to live my life before I even start thinking about any of that crap.”
“But you said that you wanted to find a place together. You said you wanted to be with me. You said—” You whispered brokenly.
Dean’s jaw hardened and he turned away from you under the guise of grabbing his t-shirts and Henleys from the dresser drawer, shutting his eyes tightly. “It was just all talk. You know, us talking about what we’d do if our lives were different, what we’d want, like in a fantasy future. That kind of thing. I never actually meant any of it.” He heard the tiny gasp behind him and his fingers clenched around the material in his hands. Just get it done already. You’ve got work to do. The thought had been in John’s voice but Dean knew the thought was his own. He had to do this. He didn’t want to hurt you but he didn’t have any other choice. He couldn’t tell you why he had to leave and why he had to go without you. He couldn’t tell you that he was breaking your heart to keep you safe. He couldn’t admit that he was breaking his own so you could go and live a normal life, something he would never get to experience himself, so you could be happy after you forgot about him and dismissed him as a fun and wild lay that one time when you were young. That thought cut deeply into his chest and his resolve strengthened. No more drawing this out. You needed to let him go and move on; it was the only way to keep what he hunted in the shadows from ever touching you. 
“I didn’t think you did, either,” he forced out. Though he heard the beginning of a sob behind him in response, he made himself open his eyes and turned around to pack the rest of his stuff. He never allowed himself to look over at you to see the pain he’d inflicted on you; he heard it well enough.
Even when he threw his bags in the backseat of Baby and slammed the door shut, he refused to meet your wet gaze. He kept his hands glued to his sides, clenched in fists, because they itched to pull you into his arms for one last hug, for one last kiss to your head, but he wouldn’t allow himself to. He didn’t deserve it. “Take care of yourself, Y/N.” Without waiting for your response, he got into the Impala and started her up, revving the engine before pulling away from you for good.   
He would never forget the devastated look on your face in his side view mirror as he drove away from you, how you’d hugged yourself and brokenly turned to go back into the motel room the two of you had shared. It wasn’t any consolation but he was glad he’d handled the bill earlier and he’d even charged another week to one of the cards he had so this way you wouldn’t have to worry about a thing. You could take a little time to figure out where to go from there. Sure, if his dad knew, he’d tear him a new one, but he never intended on telling John or anyone about you. You’d be better protected that way. No demon or witch could mine that information. And since he himself didn’t know where you’d go, they wouldn’t be able to get it out of him either. Not to mention, he told himself over and over that he didn’t love you until he began to believe it. That you two wouldn’t have worked out and you had just about run your course before John had called him. Who was to say that you two would have even been able to settle on an apartment or house to move into together? You barely knew each other. Plus, you were both young and you would change as you got older, as people do, and your dreams, desires, and needs would change. Either hunting would have taken a toll on the relationship or you would have grown apart. So, though it had been harsh, he had actually done you both a favor. He spared you both heartache later on by causing you a little at that moment. Dean was very good about compartmentalizing things when it suited him. You were safe and that was all that mattered. So yes, he made himself forget about you and how he felt about you, and he didn’t look back. That look of yours, though, that destroyed and heartbroken look…it had haunted him for months. But he told himself that if that was the price of protecting you, he’d gladly pay it. With enough alcohol, hunts, and faceless women, the memory of the look all but faded into the distance of the past. 
Eventually, time passed and then of course, Cassie had come along. He’d learned from what had happened with you and he’d been up front with Cassie about who he really was and that didn’t end well. Not to mention his time with Lisa and Ben. But over this period of time, he had also finally convinced himself that you had probably gotten over him and found somebody else who could give you the life he never could, the life you deserved. He wanted that for you and yet it seemed that no matter how hard he’d tried to give it to you in his own way all those years ago, the supernatural and all the pain and devastation it brought seemed to have found you anyway. 
“We’re not leaving her,” Dean assured his brother after breaking himself out of his reverie. Ignoring Sam’s confused expression at Dean opening the driver side door, he glanced up towards the upper level of the house, knowing you were hiding away somewhere beyond those walls. An elderly neighbor had assured him that she and her husband would stay in the home for the next hour or so in case you needed anything.
He slipped into the driver seat, followed by Sam getting in on the passenger side, and started Baby up. He put the car into drive and pulled away from the curb, intent on getting to the motel to change and ready himself for the conversation he knew he needed to have with you now. Truthfully, it was a conversation he should have had with you a long time ago. It was time to give you the talk. He’d left you alone back in that motel room all of those years ago; he wasn’t about to make the same mistake twice.
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Pull you closer- Dean Winchester
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summary: drifting off into sleep when the bed dips. looking over to find Dean, who looks like he's on the verge of tears.
a/n: Feel free to message me and request anything, I'll try my best for whichever you ask.
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You're in your bed, about to fall asleep when your door opens. You hear the soft shuffle of footsteps and then your bed dips.
You look over and see Dean. Is he crying? "Dean? what's wrong?" Tears start falling from his eyes and it feels like your heart was just torn in half.
"Come here." You open your arms and he immediately engulfs himself into you. Wrapping his arms around you and holding you tightly.
He's laying on top of you, which normally you would tell him to move because he's a big dude but you could tell he seriously needed this.
"Shh. Its ok. I'm here." You rub his back, letting him cry into your chest. This was the first time you've ever since Dean cry like this. Really letting it all out.
You knew that he would not want to talk about this ever. He looks up at you, and your heart breaks. His eyes are red and puffy and his nose is red.
"I'm sorry." He says. He goes to get up but you pull him back. "Hey no. It's ok. You clearly need this. Come here it's ok, i promise." He slowly lays back down and once again he wraps his arms around you.
"I want you to know that I'm always here for you Dean. No matter what." you say looking down at him as he looks up. You press your lips to his, a quick but meaningful kiss.
He returns the kiss. You pull away and smile at him.
He sets his head back down squeezing you tighter once more. You place a kiss on his head and sit there with him until the both of you fall asleep.
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gaias-space · 4 months
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Dean Winchester X Fem! Reader
(Mark of cane Dean, Smut! Angst!, CreamPie, rough sex, extremely kink friendly, ends with fluff slight CNC energy, NSFW 18+ minors DNI)
WARNING: there’s some scenes that are just on the borderline of CNC. Everything characters do are consented even if portrayed it’s not. This may be triggering to some please keep in mind before reading xx PSA/ please practise safe sex and always discuss limits and CONSENT with your partner/s. Much love - Gaia
Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/gaias-space/736867184592240640/dean-winchester-x-fem-reader
Summary: Your boyfriend Dean hasn’t been himself lately since he received the mark of cane. He’s angrier, more distant, more agitated. And all you want is a little attention from your boyfriend. Dean doesn’t take it well.
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Sam and Dean were sitting at the table in the bunker, reading up on a new case that came in. You had just dressed from showering and come out to greet the boys. “Hey Sammy, any updates on the case?” You sit on an empty seat. Sam goes to respond when you’re both interrupted by a loud annoyed sigh from Dean. You glance over but don’t say anything. ‘What’s up his ass? He’s been like this all week’ you think to yourself. “Well uh, at the moment y/n we haven’t found much. Still reading up for something to help us” Sam sighs. “We’re really stuck on this one”. Sam shares a smile than digs his head back into his book. You look at Dean whose eyes never leave the laptop. “Dean…you alright?” You ask softly. You watch as he grinds his teeth and rolls his eyes. What had you done for him to be so frustrated with you? He didn’t reply he continued to read whatever was on the laptop. You look at Sam who notices deans demeanour. He sends you a shrug and a sympathetic look.
The room was quite for some time before you turn to Dean again you go to open your mouth but your interrupted. “Can you just sit fucking still and be alone for five minutes? God!” He snaps. You jolt in your seat, startled by his words. Sam looks at Dean confused and just as suprised. “Can’t be alone without attention from her boyfriend, always whining and complaining.” He seethed. “Me and sam are busy if that isn’t obvious enough!” You gulp and feel tears burn your eyes already. “Dean…I-i uh.. u wasn’t trying to-to bother you…” you wipe your rolling tears, hurt from how loud he was yelling. This wasn’t like him, the mark had changed him too much. How much longer would you have to deal with this? We needed to break this curse soon. Dean smirks at you seeing you cry and you feel your heart ache more. Your blood boils watching him enjoy your pain. “You don’t have to be such an asshole!” You scream out. Dean raises a brow and stands up slowly. Anger fuelling him instantly. “Sam…leave” his voice deep, dark and cold. Sam gets up “Dean I don’t think this is a-“
“LEAVE SAM! NOW!” His yell shakes you and you step back afraid. An annoyed sigh leaves Sam and he leaves the bunker. Once you and Dean both hear Sam’s bedroom door shut you knew shit was going to go down. You swallow hard and watch as Dean stalks toward you like a predator hungry for his prey. “Don’t mean to whine and bother me huh? Then why the hell are you complaining?” His hand grips your jaw abruptly, holding you in place. Your back was now against the wall, his large hand holding your face…you were trapped. “I just want my Dean back…” you whimper. His eyes roll and he leans in close to you. His lips near your ear, his hot breath on your neck. His voice dropped practically to a whisper, toke dripping with fury. “No you want intention… your practically ….begging for my attention huh? “ he clicks his tongue “well, you got it then” your eyes meet his confusion spreading across your face. He was angry, dark and intimidating. But something about the way he looked at you, the way he worded every insult felt…good. “I …I wasn’t begging…” you whimper. “You have been so cruel to me…”.
A low chuckle escapes Dean and the grip on your jaw tightened. He steps closer, his body pressed against you. “And you don’t deserve any better than that” he hissed through gritted teeth. His eyes cold and hard as ever. Tears roll down your cheeks again, your body and mind was confused. You hated how he was acting, your heart was hurting and desperate for the Dean you knew back. But another part of you was enjoying this dominant side of him. It hurt in a way that felt so good. But you didn’t want to fall into defeat yet. Perhaps your body was playing tricks on you. “This isnt you Dean! It’s not….you can’t do this” You cry out. His eyes darkened more, his face contorting in rage. “Oh you think you know me? Think you know anything about me? Ha!” His sadistic and playful tone sent shivers down your spine. His voice than became quieter, angrier and darker. “You don’t know what I’m capable of sweetheart”. His nose practically touching yours, the heat in the room thickens. Every step, every breathe became more intense with each passing moment.
Your skin pricked again when you feel his lips against your ear again. His tone filled with venom and hatred…and a hint of lust. Was he going to hurt you? Or fuck you? You thought. Dean was angry, yes. He’ll furious even. But there was sedecution and lust laced in his venomous words. You’d barely spoken this week, and hadn’t had sex since he got the mark. Perhaps both of you had pent up energy. There was only one way to find out what he truly wanted to do. You suck in a deep breath and look deep into his eyes. “Then show me” you say. A dark grin crosses his face, a mixture of fear and arousal flowed through your body, heat rushing to your core. Without any warning Dean suddenly sweeps you up with a strength you didn’t know he was even capable of, and carry’s you to the couch. He roughly throws you down, yet supports your head as he does. That sweet loving side was still in there…even if it was deep down. Still blushing hard, your mind racing with thoughts and confused emotions, you watch as he Falls to his knees in front of you.
His grin comes back and he looks into your eyes with a dark desire like no other. “You want me to show you? Say please and I might consider it…or perhaps I won’t let you have a choice at all”. His voice sounded so delicious your face heats up, struggling to form a coherent word. You feel heat growing between your thighs, arousal now soaking your panties. Something about the way he was rough with you had your body aching for him you were desperate. All this pent up sexual tension had led to this very moment. “P-please” you whimper, your eyes pouting and lashes batting. You’d never seen him like this before and with all your words protesting your hate for this, your body loved it. And you gave in. His hands grip your knees harshly and rip them apart, a small gasp escapes your lips. His hands roll up your skirt to your stomach exposing you in pretty pink panties.
“Please what huh?”
His eyes look at you hungrily. Your cheeks flush “you know what…” you whine struggling to say the words. He clicks his tongue and shakes his head. “Oh but sweetie…I don’t know. Please clarify for me” he teased. You sigh in defeat, as embarrassed as you were if you were going to get any relief from this deep aching desire for him, you knew you had to comply. “P-please sir” you beg softly, the blush on your face intensifies. You felt so embarrassed begging for him. But it was so, so fucking hot. Your body needed this. His head bows and he’s Inches from your heat. He begins to roughly kiss and bite your thighs, loud moans and gaps already falling out of you. You arch your back, shoving your hips closer, desperately needing his touch, aching for a release. You feel his nose touch the cotton fabric of your panties yes yes yes! You so badly want to say. Suddenly you feel him drop his hands and sit back up. NO! You scream inside. You watch Dean smirk knowing how bad you needed this. He watched as your body shook, your panties dampened more, and the way your body reacted to every touch. “Beg for it” he demands, his voice a low growl. “Wh-what?” You stutter. “B-beg for what…?”
Dean chuckles at you enjoying seeing his innocent baby such a mess. “Beg. Me. To. Touch you”. Your breathing heavy, chest rising and falling hard and fast, was this really happening? Your thighs were practically shaking with need. You groan in defeat again head rolling back “please! Please Dean I need you. I need you to touch me please!” You cry out trying to reach out for him. With one last sadistic and teasing chuckle Dean gets back down on his knees and rips your legs open again. This time he doesn’t play around. He traces his finger over your panties touching the soaked material. “Mmmm so fucking wet for me. And you say you’re not desperate” he mocks. You whimper with need and the sound you make sends shivers down his spine. His finger tucks under the waistband of your panties and in a swift move his strong hands rip them off. “Oh my god..” you gasp. He had become much stronger lately…
Before you can think more his tongue dives straight onto you and you gasp loudly. “Fuck!” You cry. His tongue laps up the juices flowing out of you, teasing your folds flicking his tongue all over but avoiding that sweet spot. Anything from him was better than nothing, the sensation already driving you insane. Dean growls in pleasure enjoying licking your folds, teasing your hole then finally sucking on your clit. You cry out in pleasure your head rolling back, hands gripping the couch beneath you. Your hips roll riding his tongue, pleasure tightening deep inside your core. “Oh d-Dean fuck!” You felt yourself already coming close to the edge. Dean smiles against your clit watching your facial expressions as he flicks his tongue and sucks. It was a beautiful and addicting sight. He slides a finger inside you and watches you gasp at the sudden sensation. “Fuck your so tight”. He adds a second finger and feels you clench around him. Your moans falling endlessly out your mouth your hips grinding against his fingers and tongue. “D-Dean I’m gonna I-“ you can’t finish the words as you feel your climax coming fast.
Dean notices and rips his fingers out and sits back in his heels, your slick over his face. You cry out loudly “hmmm Dean! Don’t stop!” Your cry and whimper. Dean chuckles and stands, those dark eyes once again meeting yours. He pulls his signature moving removing his belt. “Give me your hands.” He says. You instantly comply and he ties your hands with his belt. You can’t believe this is really happening, this was the hottest thing to ever happen but- “oh my god Sam! Dean Sam could hear us! See us even!” You suddenly remember his brother is in his room. “We can’t do this here we could get caught!” Anxiety rises in you your heart racing more and your breathing hitches. But Dean remained calm. Not a single reaction. He stalks closer to you, his face close to yours again. “Well that’s all part of the fun isn’t it?” He grabs your face again and holds it to his face. “Now you’re going to take this cock like a good little girl or I leave you here like this and won’t touch you again”. How voice demanding and cruel. Your eyes widen, jaw drops low and you can’t think. Dean drops his pants and his hard erection bounces out. You’re almost drooling at the sight, forgetting now all about Sam. His tip was red and dripping with precum already. You needed it in your mouth now.
“How bad do you need this huh?” His voice husky. You watch as he strokes his cock and your body shivers needing him now. “S-so badly sir…god I need it please” you bat your lashes more. “I bet you want this in your mouth huh don’t you pretty girl?” He grins. You nod your head vigorously. “Please please I wanna taste you” you beg. A low chuckle starts from him and he looks into your eyes “hmm well maybe next time. Only good girls get this cock in their mouth”. Suddenly he pins your wrists against the couch and slams his cock I to your dripping pussy. You gasp and cry out in pleasure and suprise. He plunges into you not allowing you time to adjust. His cock was thick, stretching you open. Your head fills with pleasures, not a single thought could form in your head. “Fuck you feel so good doll” he groans holding your hips down and slamming deeper inside you. “G-god Dean! Feels…s-so good!” You cry. “Is this the attention you wanted? What you needed? You’re such a desperate and pathetic slut” he says as he fucks Into you harder. Your eyes begin to roll back feeling how good he felt. His tip hitting your G-spot making you ready to cum just as fast as before. “D-Dean fuck I’m gonna c-“ you are interrupted by his hand gripping your throat, choking you. “Fuck baby you got wetter just from that… god your so good” his mixture of degradation and praise had your body a dripping, desperate mess. You couldn’t belive the hold he had over you.
You could barely breathe and you could feel your climax building higher and higher with every thrust. “Oh baby I can feel you ready to cum. You wanan cum huh princess?” You moan over and over struggling to make any words again. “Uh -huh!” You make out and he grins. “You need me so badly pet. Go on beg me to cum. I fucking dare you. Beg” his last words were deeper and demanding, this dominance sending you over the edge. You clench around his cock, feeling the knot in your stomach coil and tighten. “P-please I need to c-cum please I can’t h-hold it any longer I”- you beg through choked words “god you look so pretty when you beg for me like that…you feel so fucking good” he moans reaching his climax. “Is this all you needed? Thats so fucking pathetic all you needed was my cock? That’s what all the complaining was about? Such a mess …” he begins to ramble and thrust long and deep feeling himself at the edge. “Fuck y/n I’m gonna cum inside you” he groans. You gasp “But - Bur Dean I-“ you whimper but your body was building closer and closer clenching him tightly “FUCK I’m gonna cum!” Deans grip on your throat tightens “cum” he demands. Seconds later you cry out in pleasure, you cum hard your body tensing hard then releasing as the sensations wash over you. Dean rides the high with you before pushing himself deep inside you and spilling his cum inside you. “All fucking mine” he grunts riding his own high out. You feel the hot pools of cum pump inside you, your own cum seeping over his cock. Deans fast pace slows then comes to a halt, but he doesn’t pull out. He holds you, his demeanour, changing to a calm state. “You were so good for me baby” he whispers. He pulls out and quickly dresses himself. You awkwardly stand and slide your skirt back down desperately clenching to hold his cum inside you.
Your hair is a mess, your breathing uneven. Dean walks over to you and smacks your ass, causing you to jolt. He’d never done that before. “Usually I’d clean you up…but I don’t think you deserve that.” He whispers in your ear. Before you can respond Sam walks out his room casually and meets back with you two. “Hey guys uh…you okay?” He looks at you. You nod with hot cheeks unsure what to say. “Shes fine. Just needed to sort out some issues we’ve been having” Dean casually says, not a single fear in his tone. “Ah alright…well I think we have a lead …I did some digging” he says sitting down. You stand there still in shock of everything that just happened. Dean grabs your wrist and stands close beside you, his lips close to your ear. “If you be good and let me work out what this supernatural being is…I might just fuck you again tonight”. He whispers before casually walking over to Sam.
*later that night you knew that deans attitude wasn’t personal, and you’d make it your mission in the morning to help Sam find a way to break this curse. You spent the next few hours thinking about how hot that sex was, something you two had never done and it was the most exhilarating experience. And that night Dean enters your room. And the two of you spent the next few hours making love. Soft, gentle, passionate, love. And you felt the Dean you knew and love be back for a while. *
(If anyone would like a part 2 with the intimate fluffy sex from that night comment below!)
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marvelfanfn2187a113 · 7 months
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Hold Me
Dean Winchester x little sister!reader, slight Sam Winchester x little sister!reader
Requested by Anonymous
Synopsis: various times that Dean comforts you because of John.
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You and Dean had a special bond. Even before Sam had gone off to college and John disappeared, the two of you had been inseparable since the day John first placed you in Dean’s arms.
He’d been just a teenager then, and you barely a toddler. But he’d flashed you a genuine smile, and you’d giggled, and from that moment on, nothing could separate you.
Dean was the one you always went to when you needed anything, partially because of how close you were and partially because you had no one else.
John was far too consumed with the big picture for you to ever feel comfortable talking about your personal problems, and while you loved Sam, he always tried to psychoanalyze your problems, which was never how you felt like dealing with them.
Dean, however…
“Commere baby,” Dean pulled you, his four year old little sister, into his lap, rocking you gently as you cried. John had been gone for five days, and you missed your daddy.
“Dad’s gonna be home soon, really,” Sam tried to soothe you, but you only cried harder.
“Hey, can you bring me her backpack?” Dean asked. Sam tossed it to him.
“Are you alright with her? I want to go get us some dinner,” Sam suggested, feeling bad but also desperate to get away from your crying. You’d been upset for the past couple of days, and he couldn’t take much more.
“Yeah, I’ve got her, bring me back a feast.”
After Sam was gone, Dean lifted you so you were hanging onto his neck and began to rummage through your bag. He came up with a small sippy cup, and went to the fridge to fill it with milk. After heating it up in the motel microwave, he sat back down on his bed and settled you into his lap, placing the cup into your tiny hands.
You quieted almost instantly, bringing the cup to your lips and drinking greedily.
“There you go,” Dean grinned, running his fingers through your hair. “Never too old for the warm milk, works every time, eh?”
You didn’t respond, to intent on the cup in your hands, but you leaned your head against Dean’s stomach, taking a few deep breaths as you finished your drink.
By the time Sam got back, you were fast asleep in Dean’s arms, who was softly humming Metallica.
“It wasn’t your fault.”
Sam’s words were meant to be soothing, but you just shook your head.
“Dad says it was.”
“Well he-“
“Sam, you’re with me. Y/N, ride with Dean,” John walked past his kids as he headed for his truck, and Sam reluctantly followed.
You climbed into the Impala without another word, and you rode in silence with Dean for several long minutes.
“Why are we turning?” You’d tried to avoid speaking, because you knew Dean would notice your voice thick with tears. But you couldn’t resist questioning him when he stopped following John’s truck.
“Because the Dairy Queen is this way,” Dean answered simply.
“What?”
“What, you think I didn’t notice the sniffling and the way you can’t even turn in my general direction? You ain’t subtle kid, now what kind of ice cream do you want?”
You gave up trying to hide your tear stained face and turned to look at your brother.
“I don’t get it. I screw up the hunt, and you’re buying me ice cream?”
“Ok first of all, you didn’t screw up the hunt that bad, ok? I know it was your job to reassemble the guns, and-“
“Yeah, and I lost a piece, and it didn’t work! You could’ve-“
“Hey now,” Dean’s voice rose, and you stopped. “Would you just listen? I know, but that wasn’t the only gun we had on the hunt, we were fine one gun short. Look, I’m not gonna pretend you didn’t make a mistake ok? But everyone makes mistakes, and I mean everyone. And dad went at you pretty hard, and I know how much you hate it when he yells. So ice cream it is, now are you gonna tell me what you want or should we just go?”
Five minutes later, you were on the road again, your tears forgotten as both of you belted out to Dean’s Metallica tape between bites of ice cream.
The mood in the motel room had been solemn, to say the least, but no one was willing to bring it up. John had passed away just days ago, and the three of you had barely spoken to each other since. Sam had tried to talk to you, mostly because he knew that every time you went to “take a walk”, you really just wanted to cry your eyes out. But the last thing you wanted to do what talk about John. He wasn’t always the best man, but he was your dad.
What made matters worse, however, was that even though Sam had tried several times to help you, Dean seemed to be avoiding you entirely. You didn’t expect him to try to talk about it, that wasn’t his style, but you also didn’t expect him to ignore your existence.
But when Sam left for a food run and the time came to confront him about it, you were nervous. What if he just needed some space? After all, he was probably the closest to John.
Well, if that was the case, then maybe you could help him this time, but you couldn’t leave things the way they were, it was too hard.
“Dean?”
Dean looked up from John’s journal, which he was reading while stretched out on his bed.
“What’s up?”
“Um…” now that the moment had come, you weren’t sure of what to say. “How’s it going?”
He sighed, gesturing at the book.
“Not great, haven’t found anything of use yet.”
You swallowed, “That’s not really what I meant. How’s it going…like with you?” You cringed inwardly. This sounded ridiculous, even to your own ears.
Dean closed the book, frowning.
“Fine.”
You sighed, “No, really.”
Dean scoffed, “Who are you, Sam? What’s going on with you?”
“I just…I wanted to know,” you shrugged.
“You and me both know that you don’t want to stand here and talk about feelings.”
“It’s better than not talking at all,” you dropped your gaze at this, too embarrassed to meet Dean’s eye. Maybe you were wrong, he hadn’t been avoiding you, he was just quiet or something.
“What do you mean? We can talk, we’re talking now.”
You gained a little bit of your courage back.
“Yeah, and this is the first time in days. Dean, you’ve barely even looked at me since…” your breath caught. You couldn’t say it, not yet.
Dean seemed to catch on that you were done, and he sighed.
“Kid, I don’t know what you’re-“
“I’m not just a kid anymore!” You didn’t mean to yell, and when Dean’s eyebrows rose in surprise you brought your voice down. “Please, don’t lie to me.”
Dean opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again. Finally, he cleared his throat, and found the words.
“I can’t fix this.”
“What?”
Dean put the journal down and gestured for you to get closer, so you climbed up on his bed and sat next to him.
“I can’t just buy you a treat and play Metallica and wait for you to stop crying, ok? I can’t put a bandaid on this. I can’t distract you from it, it’s too big.”
You looked up at your big brother, and his eyes looked more broken now than they did when John died.
“You wanted to fix this for me?”
“Of course,” Dean reached up and brushed a stray tear off your cheek. “That’s all I ever want to do. But baby…I can’t. I’m sorry. I’ve been avoiding you, you’re right. And it’s because I know I can’t make this go away.”
“You don’t have to make it go away. I don’t need an answer to all life’s problems, I just need my big brother.”
“But what do you need me to do?” He demanded desperately.
“Be here.”
You could see in his eyes that it wasn’t enough, he needed to know he was helping you. You sighed softly.
“Open your arms.”
He frowned, but obeyed. You scooted closer, depositing yourself in his lap and leaning your forehead against his chest. He hesitantly wrapped his arms around you, one hand coming up to cradle your head.
“I just want this,” you whispered, and you felt Dean’s arms tighten comfortingly around you.
“Then I’m here,” he promised.
When Sam came back, tired and worn down, he felt a smile creep onto his lips when he opened to motel door to see you asleep in Dean’s arms, and it took him less than a second to recognize Dean’s humming as Metallica.
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book-place · 10 months
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Arts and Crafts Disaster
Warnings: blood, papers cuts, slight cursing, let me know if I missed any :)
Pairings: Castiel x reader platonic, Dean Winchester x sister reader, Sam Winchester x sister reader
Request: hello :))) I have a request!! Can you do a castiel x child reader where castiel has to babysit child reader again, but child reader somehow injured themself and dean and sam come back from a hunt to a crying child reader and a panicky cas? thanks!! love your stories btw<33
Request by: @homowholikespace
*not my gif*
Summary: Cas is back to babysit again
A/N: There’s some references to a past work of mine —> Of Cats and Angels; Also, yes paper cuts do hurt that much. No, it’s not dramatic
Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work
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“Cassie!” You cheered as soon as the angel landed in the bunker's library, hurrying over and wrapping your arms tightly around his leg in a hug.
“Hello, Y/n.” He greeted, patting the top of your head fondly.
“Thanks again for watching her, Cas.” Dean spoke up, striding into the room as he slung a duffel bag containing all he would need for the upcoming hunt over his shoulder.
“It is no problem.” He answered the eldest Winchester honestly, nodding along as you already began babbling to him about one thing or another.
Dean gave him a smile, clapping him on the back before trailing after Sam, who had walked up the stairs and out into the garage moments ago.
The two of them were going out on a hunt a couple miles away, so they called up their angel friend to babysit you once more. Considering the last time had been a success, save for the newfound kitten that now roamed the halls of the bunker.
“Say ‘hi’ to Sir. Fuzzy- Bottom Mittens, Cassie!” You demanded, presenting the cat up to him as soon as your brother disappeared.
“Hello, Sir. Fuzzy- Bottom Mittens.” He echoed, reaching out a finger and gently scratching the small thing behind its ear.
You grinned up at him, satisfied, and set the cat free on the ground, “What are we gonna do today?” You asked eagerly.
From the look on your face, he could tell you were hoping that today would end with you gaining a new pet again. But he couldn’t let that happen, he doubted your brothers would let it slide again. It was pure luck he got away unscathed after they found out about Sir. Fuzzy- Bottom Mittens last time.
“How about some arts and crafts?” Castiel suggested.
After the last time, he had done some research on what children liked to do, and this was one of the top results he had found.
You squealed, nodding up and down happily before skipping off to go get some art supplies Sam had left in a nearby closet for you and returned with a box filled to the brim with different papers, colored pencils, markers, and crayons.
You happily dumped them on a table and you and Cas set to work, a determined silence falling over the two of you like a blanket.
Working side by side, you each were laser focused on your own projects at hand, Castiel trying to draw a rainbow with the perfect mix of colors, and you working hard to draw a family picture of you and your brothers- featuring Castiel and Sir. Fuzzy- Bottom Mittens, of course.
This went on for hours. Every time one of you finished your drawings, you wouldn’t find it satisfying enough, and would crumble it into a ball, toss it into a nearby wastebasket, and start over. There was definitely something admirable about both of your determination to get your pieces of art just right.
Finally, a wide grin broke out onto your face as you stared down at your paper, “Cassie! Cassie, look! I did it-“ You whipped your paper into your hands all too quickly to try and show the angel your finished product. The material sliced across your finger in such a way that it began to bleed immediately. Paper cut.
Both of you stilled for all of a minute, until the pain stung harsh and fast and tears began to fill your eyes.
You began wailing right away, sticking out your wounded hand as if it was infected, and Cas’s panic quickly filled his silent void.
“Are you alright?” He asked hurriedly, “What can I-“
You just kept bawling though, the sting of the paper cut that dug deep fresh in your pain.
Poor Castiel had no idea what to do. He had never been in this situation before. Sure, he could reach over and easily heal you with a touch, but all logic seemed to fly out of his mind the second you began sobbing.
“Hey! We’re home!” As always, Dean and Sam burst in at just the wrong moment.
The second your cries reached their ears, they flew down the stairs in a blur of movement and panic, very similar to Castiels, not stopping until they were right in front of the two of you.
“What is it?” Dean panted instantly, “What’s wrong?”
With a wobbling lip, you held out your scarred finger to them, and they both let out simultaneous breaths of relief.
“Oh, sweetheart.” Sam cooed, shoulders relaxing as he scooped you up into his arms, letting you burrow your face into the crook of his neck, “It’s okay, you’re alright.”
He lead you off to get a bandaid and Dean whirled around to face Cas as soon as he was out of sight, “What the hell, man?” He demanded.
The angel shrugged helplessly, “Just a moment ago she started crying very loudly and I didn’t know-“
You and Sam entered back in the room, hand in hand, as you wiped your eyes and nose with the back of your sleeve, calming down significantly.
“Are you alright?” Cas immediately asked in concern.
You nodded shyly, focusing your eyes on the ground as you shuffled your feet up and down.
Sam smiled down at you softly, squeezing your hand gently in reassurance, “She’s alright, just got a bit freaked out, that’s all.”
You sniffled slightly, gently letting go of Sam’s hand and walking back over to the table, lifting up your drawing- very carefully this time- to show the three men your hard work.
“Wow, great job, kiddo.” Dean praised instantly, reaching over and ruffling your hair, emitting giggles from you.
Sam grinned, studying the drawing of himself, “The hair is spot on.” He remarked.
“It looks wonderful, Y/n.” Castiel told you honestly.
All four of you were standing in a line in the picture, holding hands and wearing bright smiles, Sir. Fuzzy- Bottom Mittens of course hanging a couple inches above all of you in the air, doing so with the powers you were convinced he had and just never used when you were all around.
Idjits 👟- @ineedmorefanfics2 @roseblue373 @popfishjr
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halfofmysoulsblog · 6 days
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We all know how castiel likes to pop in on Dean in the most random times right what if Cass pops in right when Dean and reader was getting it on😭😭😭 a literal angel interrupting sexy time💀 lmao I keep picturing reader screaming like oh God or oh Jesus and Cass is like don't speak about my father while yall being nasty😭😭😭
👻 anon
So we’re hopping on the Dean train 😌 mhm. That’s fucking hilarious and I need it 😂
Hmmm what to name it?
In Vain - Dean Winchester/Black!Reader
It’s been a minute.
For the both of you.
Dean’s been so busy, trying to keep you under the radar, close hell forever, deal with the angel he allowed to possess Sam…it’s been a fucking lot. And you could feel the frustration in the way his hands tightened around your waist, your bouncing frame being met with hard and fast strokes.
“Fuck sweetheart. That’s it. Ride my fucking shit,” Dean always had a vulgar vocabulary, even more so in the private moments with you. He always poked fun at you because you were that good girl. The one who never did anything bad, spoke out of turn, until you met him. Where does he think you got it from?
You were rocking your hips, hands gripping his wrists, eyes rolling every few seconds. You were both sweating bullets, having been at this for quite some time. Few breathers here and there before the touching and kissing would start again. Going from soft love making to fucking.
“Like that?” You breathe, shuddering as he groaned, giving him that little smile you always did when teasing him. You knew Dean never played fair, so his thumb rolling your clit wasn’t new, but by God did it feel fucking amazing.
A soft cry leaves you as you lose your once steady rhythm.
“No-fuck-fair…oh my God,” You gasp, groaning again, praying to the Heavens that his brother didn’t hear you. “Two can play this game sweetheart. I’m always going to get you to cum first…” He murmurs breathily, hips slapping against the underside of your ass.
He can feel you too. Trying to hold out on him. No, no, your man wasn’t finished until you were. You think his pace is brutal now, but he shows you exactly what you’re dealing with when he picks up pace, repeatedly pounding into you from below.
“O-o-o-oh my fucki-fuck-ing G-g-god…Shit…” You were reaching for the hand that held your clit hostage, his other hand leaving your waist to slap it away. He’s pressing on your back to bring you down on top of him, smooshing his hand against you regardless.
He’s hotly biting your parted lip, shaking his head in that teasing manner. “You know better,” He coos gruffly, wrapping his arm around your back to hold you still, legs bending to accommodate, all the while fucking you to oblivion.
You could only gasp, managing to turn your head to the side as you couldn’t hold out anymore. Your voice was muffled as you cried out repeatedly. “Oomph…De-Jesus fucking…” You ramble, your eyes glossing as you could feel yourself about to cum, his jerky movements a sign he wasn’t too far behind. “Oh God…” You cry, your eyes shutting for just a moment before they were snapping back open.
Something caught your attention.
Your eyes catch the stoic and slightly confused figure standing beside the bed. “Oh my God!” Your exclamation was partly due to the current feeling about to erupt but mostly due to the random man standing next to the bed.
It was a weird feeling. Seeing him watching, wiggling trying to get Dean’s attention, all the while wanting to cum but knowing somehow it wouldn’t be right if you did.
“Fuck, come on sweetheart,” Dean urges, oblivious to the man in the room. Of course he’s rubbing your clit again, making your eyes roll, your head shaking. You could barely speak. So fucking close. “De-Fuck…somebody…” You whine, and he’s turning his head to look down at you, close to replying with nobody can hear you before his eyes catch his friend that was still watching.
“Jesus fucking Christ Cass!” He’s rolling over, putting you underneath him, grabbing the sheet to go over the top of him. It was very…very hard to hide the complete bliss that washed over him when you came, unable to help yourself as that twisting just did it for you. It was embarrassing as hell, but a bodily reaction you couldn’t help, hiding your face behind his arm. Dean is holding back a groan, twitching inside you. He’s pressing his face into your head of messy curls, squeezing your side tightly. “Cass…were you just…watching me bang my girl?”
You peer at the one and only Castiel or Cass as Dean calls him. Never having met him. And was this a fucking way.
“Unintentional. You two have a habit of saying my father’s name in vain when having sexual intercourse…it’s quite…” “Cass…get the fuck out, now,” Dean interrupts, looking over only to see nothing. “Shit,” He murmurs, moving a bit a see your face. It was clearly written all over your face, and Dean hides his humor for the sake of your wrath. “Sorry baby…” You hide your face in his chest. “I’m so going to hell,”
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rustys-lodge · 7 months
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Hi! I just had a quick ask, you know those slideshow poems on TikTok? Could you do an Imagine where Dean and Sam walk into (sister) who is got stuck watching them on her fy page? And she is like sobbing because most of them hit close to home? Thanks!
Warnings : None, just fluff.
A/N : baby I have no idea what a slideshow poem is 😏 I looked and I looked on google but gave up and decided to go into it blindly.
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You lock your phone the moment the door to your room opens.
Gluing the device to your chest, you look up to come face to face with both of your brothers.
How did they make it so close to your bed ?
"Baby, what's wron-why are you crying ?" Sam questions you while dean is frantically looking through your face for answers. "What it is ??"
Your only response was a little squeaking noise. And more tears streaming out of your eyes.
"What." Sam forces your face to the side to meet his eyes. His eyebrows are frowned and he's....he's- A sob echoes through the room and the noise is loud in your own head. But you couldn't stop.
"It's these goddamned tiktoks that-that"
You hear a low chuckle and you cry even harder. They're-They wouldn't understand.
"Don't laugh a-at mee.." you whine through sobs. Meanwhile Dean is gently taking the phone from your hand. And as soon as he unlocks the phone the video plays again, causing your hand to travel to your face. You cover your eyes and mouth, trying as hard as you can not to cry again as the words flash through your brain.
You look up at Dean to ask him to stop the video, only to find him mockingly mirroring your expression..... His eyebrows drawing closer to each other his lips widening in a slow motion.
"Oh, sweetheart. Come here." Sam coos in a gentle tone before he jumps on the bed to position himself right in the middle. "Come here." He repeats. And as soon as he does so, his arms invite you into a tight embrace. "It's okay..."
You hiccup, shaking the whole thing off....That is before Dean mocks you again, causing tears to pool at your eyes. "Saaaammy."
You whine, silently motioning for him to shut his brother the hell up.
"Dean." A low growl leaves Sam's lips and Dean sighs.
"I'll stop. I'm sorry, kid."
You glare at Dean.
"I'm a boomer. I don't get these things.." A nervous chuckle. And an uncertain smirk appears before he bends down on you.
You unconsciously lean further into Sam's chest as you shut your eyes. But your body relaxes when puckered lips gently touch your forehead.
"I'm sorry you're hurtin' kid."
You flutter your eyes open, directly meeting Dean's. He sympathetically smiles. His eyes glisten.
He does look sorry. he's not really the type to know how to deal with these kinds of situations. But he does feel for you. That's good enough.
You hold out your arm, wiggling your fingers for him to hold.
Dean wraps his hand around yours, squeezing gently on the latter. A sign of sympathy. "Thank you." You whisper. It is good enough.
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ahah, sorry for that amazing ending ❤ anyways, i hope you enjoyed it. Requests are open ❤❤❤🌹🌹🌹
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miketastic25 · 4 months
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Just a drive.
Dean Winchester x Male! Reader
Warnings: reckless driving, made me cry at one point-happy tears, heavy use of ‘(Y/N)’.
Genre: tooth rotting fluff, tiny einy weiny bit of angst.
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3rd person:
5pm, the sun was just setting, mid October afternoon.
Dean had asked his boyfriend to accompany him on a drive to ease his mind as Dean had come to the realisation driving his Baby with the man he loved beside him, was much more calming then demolishing things around the bunker.
(Y/N) knew how much this always helped Dean so whenever possible he’d join him. Little did he know, the reason Dean was taking (Y/N) for a drive today was for a completely different reason to usual..
“DEAN. THIS IS NOT A GOOD IDEA, SLOW DOWN FOR THE LOVE OF CHUCK-” (Y/N) Yelled as Dean sped down a long strip of road, (Y/N) held onto the handle just beside him as he tried to stay calm.. luckily there were no other cars travelling down the stretch of road at that time ,but that didn’t excuse him as when it came to Dean Winchester you never knew what to expect.
“What do you mean this is a great idea, quit complaining, doll!” Dean chuckled a bit and glanced over at his lover mischievously before looking back at the road and turning the radio up a bit. Funnily enough AC/DC’s highway to hell was playing at that moment which made Dean laugh even more.
“DEAN! I LOVE YOU, BUT I SWEAR- YOU KILL US DOING THIS IM GOING TO BUG YOUR ASS FOR THE REST OF ETERNITY.” (Y/N) was now clinging onto the door fully closing his eyes a bit too afraid to even watch.
“Not against that idea- but just chill, live in the moment, (Y/N)! You only live once-“ Dean chuckled, ignoring (Y/N)’s concerns about the danger opening his window to have the fresh breeze flow into the car sweeping his hair back.
“SAYS THE GUY WHOS DIED ON MULTIPLE, SEPARATE OCCASIONS. IM NOT READY TO SEE THOSE FIREY GATES!” (Y/N) squeezed his eyes more to try and take his mind off the situation
Dean huffed in protest to that accusation ,but doesn’t say anything as he knows for a fact it’s true “NOW THAT YOU MENTION THAT..” he turns the radio down to its original volume so he could speak more clearly “I’ve got a question for you.”
“YOU- you can ask if you slow down!” (Y/N) says calming down a little bit as the music isn’t blaring over his voice now.
To that Dean does slow down, now he sees he’s approaching and since he’s been wanting to ask his question for a while now. “Alright- alright..” he thinks for a minute but continues “and this is all a totally hypothetical question. So if you can’t answer it right now- that’s completely fine you have all the time in the world..” He glanced over at (Y/N) nervously but with a what expression as he continues “what would you do if I died, (Y/N?)”
Silence fell throughout Baby. Those 8 words hit hard for (Y/N) as he froze sending them deep into thought. He’d thought about it countless times as he laid next to Dean drifting in and out of sleep. The entire time Dean had been speeding down the road like the devil himself he didn’t feel as scared as right now. He simply didn’t know. Didn’t have the words to explain it. The pain he’d feel would be- excruciatingly unbearable..
Dean noticed the sudden silence and looked over to where (Y/N) sat deep in thought. He reach’s towards (Y/N) and places his hand gently around his lovers bicep to firstly bring him out of his dazed state and secondly to comfort him as he spoke up again. “Hey, don’t worry about it okay? Like I said it’s a hypothetical question so it’s not going to happen. I promise.” His free hand that laid on (Y/N)’s arm drifted down to (Y/N)’s arm and Dean intertwined their pinky’s. “Pinky promise. It was a dumb question anyway..” Dean smiled softly and placed his hand with his other on the steering wheel yet again.
After a couple more seconds of silence (Y/N) peeped up again in a quiet mumbling voice, “Do you mean like.. Dead.Dead?” Glancing up from his lap and at Deans side profile focused on the road. “Like. Sam- Cass, me. We can’t bring you back?” Staying strong and trying his hardest not to let any words become stutters
Dean sighs softly and places his nearest hand onto (Y/N) hand again giving a it a little squeeze. “Okay.. let me set the scene for you. Imagine a situation where I’m.. no longer around. Gone. Forever and there’s nothing anyone can do to get me back..” his voice quieted as he talks ,but the slight tone of seriousness laced his voice spoke for itself. “How would you feel in that scenario? What would you think- and do?”
Silence fell again as the question hangs in the air, eventually (Y/N) just decided to speak his mind; hold nothing back as his head fell to look at his lap again. “I’d feel.. so, so lost.” Dean slowed down even more and watched with a saddened expression as he could tell how much the thought pained (Y/N) “I wouldn’t feel.. anything.. I wouldn’t feel alive, without you. To me your a lifeline that keeps my heart beating, a fabulous drug that makes me feel sky high ,but also the best kind of anchor which grounds me. I can’t imagine- let alone picture my life without you. It would be far too horrible.” (Y/N) mumbles out sadly as tears form at the corners of his eyes.
Dean smiles at the truthfulness in (Y/N)’s answer as it hits him a little harder then he expected it too and captures his fingers with his own intertwining them as they pulled up to a little side road leading them into a forest populated area. Dean stops in a small clearing which has a perfect view of the stars, switching Baby off and un-clicking (Y/N)’s seatbelt to then pull (Y/N) into his lap facing him. Leaning onto his shoulder and whispering sweet nothings into his ear, all the words that can only describe part of how much Dean truly loves his man.
Their hearts slowly synced up, both beat fast against one another as they gazed into one another’s eyes. “You’re not going anywhere without me, mister.” (Y/N) mumbled as he dipped his head into the nook of Deans neck wrapping his arms around Deans neck.
“You’re not escaping me either, honey.” Dean grins and looks down at (Y/N) nestled into his neck, overflowing with love and passion for the man as he continued wrapping his arms around (Y/N)’s waist to secure him on his lap. “I’ve got a follow-up question as well.. if that’s alright?” Dean gulps ,but remains smiling as he enjoys the moment.
(Y/N) pulls back to watch him, legs either side of Deans as he sits down on his knees and watch him. “Of course- what’s on your mind?” (Y/N) asked with a slightly confused tone as he didn’t know where all this was coming from all of a sudden.
Deans face flushed a bit as he took a deep breath and the blush spreads off his cheeks and onto the tips of his ears instead. His heart raced again as he watches his lovers beautiful (e/c) eyes becoming slightly lost in them as he took in his features, but he didn’t back down as he takes a deep breath. Trying to sound as casual as possible “Hypothetically… if I.. um. Proposed- would you.. uh. Would you say yes?” His eyes stay firmly locked onto (Y/N)’s despite wanting to hide and look away afraid of the chance of rejection to his ‘hypothetical’ question.
A wide smile spread slowly across (Y/N)’s face as he watched the man below him with adoration.
“Dean.. did you ask me if I wanted to go for a drive so you could subtly ask me to marry the man of my dreams?” (Y/N) tilted his head slightly as he realised the situation
Dean looks down into their laps as he takes a deep breath again feeling his heart hammering against his chest. “Hypothetically, yes.. I did exactly that.” Laughing softly too scared to look up despite his words. “Would you though? Would you Hypothetically say yes to my proposal?” The moment is so still, so close and so intimate that it practically sends deans heart into overdrive.
“I guess, ‘hypothetically’.. sure I’d love too.” (Y/N) stretched the hypothetically out a bit exaggerating it and looking away before bringing Deans chin up to not look away from him so he could look into his lovers eyes before leaning down and kissing his cheek sweetly. His wide grin settling down to a pure, innocent smile.
Deans eyes lit up and he returned the smile, but much wider and more like the Cheshire smile (Y/N) previously held. Dean bring (Y/N) closer holding him to his chest as he placed his head atop (Y/N)’s shoulder and let out a relieved sigh which turned more into a chuckle. His lover could now feel the hammering of his heart as he glanced up again. “I.. i didn’t expect you to say yes-“ he whispered in a low voice
“I mean- ‘hypothetically’ come on.. I’ve loved you since we were kids, I think it’d be more than just silly to assume I wouldn’t want to spend the rest of my existence with the man of my dreams” sliding his arms and hands from around the back of Deans neck to rest either side of his face, rubbing his thumbs gently against his cheeks.
That’s all Dean needed to hear, without hesitation Dean pulled him in, hands trailing up from his waist to slide across the small of his back and with one more small motion (Y/N) could feel the full warmth radiating off Dean as they stared into one another’s eyes before pulling one another into a long, soft kiss.
The kiss feels like it slows down the world around them, the heat from their mouths together, their hearts pounding against their chests simultaneously. Dean finally pulls back, his face still flushed, and he smiles at the look on (Y/N)’s face which is slightly serious as he asks..
“I do hope though that this wasn’t just a hypothetical conversation though..” (Y/N) raised a brow knowing it wasn’t just hypothetical and Dean was actually proposing ,but just wanted to tease him a bit
"Oh, it's definitely not hypothetical, (Y/N). Not at all. After everything we've been through, I couldn't dream of going through it alone, you know?" Dean replys, still smiling. He leans in for another kiss, just to remind (Y/N) who he's engaged to.
Just before their lips met again, (Y/N) whispered a quiet “good,” as conformation at how happy he is about this development in their relationship.
Dean and (Y/N) close their eyes when their lips touch, leaning in more to keep (Y/N) as close as possible. His arms pull him tighter as he sinks deeper and deeper into the kiss. After a minute, Dean finally pulls back again, looking (Y/N) straight in the eyes once more. "I won’t ever let you go, (Y/N). You're stuck with me forever." He says playfully, kissing his nose.
(Y/N) leant forward and whispered into his ear “Nah, I’m not stuck with you mr. Winchester, your stuck with me” and gently nibble the top of his ear with a smirk before pulling back again to watch his face for a reaction.
He let out a soft chuckle at (Y/N)'s words, but when (Y/N) nibbled on his ear the feeling sent a shiver down Dean's spine. He slowly covered (Y/N)'s mouth with his finger, trying to quiet (Y/N) a little."Careful, Mr. Winchester. The more you do stuff like that, the more I'm gonna want you... right now." He whispered playfully, still holding his finger against (Y/N)'s lips.
“That doesn’t sound like the worst idea..” (Y/N) mumbles against Deans finger with a smirk forming on his face which Dean reciprocated before flipping (Y/N) back into the passenger seat as he had to resist a little longer
“Wait, till we get back- I’ve got one last surprise” Dean winked and started up Baby again, and off into the night once more leaving (Y/N) watching his fiancé with a large smile on his face as they drove back to the bunker.
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Um. I hope this is decent enough- but please do leave feedback on it if possible since yeah- and sorry it’s not spicy for those who may have wanted it to be, but that’s just- not what I’m going for here haha.
Have a nice day/night.
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