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

Description: Sam's nightmare leads the group to Saginaw Michigan. But it's more than a nightmare and it's more than any ol' hunt. Things are revealed about the past as it sends them barreling into the future.

Warnings: Cannon violence, I might have gotten a little too carried away with the beginning scene sorry not sorry! flirtation, banter, mentions of su!cide, gore, mentions of child abuse, mentions of past abuse, guns, a roller coaster of emotions, and a lot of angst (no one can be happy...sorry!)

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Word Count: 9,912

Nightmare

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I turn over in my bed, burying my head deeper into the pillows to ignore the loud and insistent banging from my door. I mumble incoherently into the covers, sleep having its claws so deep into my brain. “Please open the door, sweetheart. ‘m tryna give you privacy here but if this door isn’t open in five seconds I’m gonna use my key,” Dean warns loudly, his voice raspy. I hum softly into the bedding but make no move to get up, instead snuggling deeper into the blankets. The remains of sleep creep into the corners of my mind, hazing the rest of my brain.

Suddenly a gentle calloused hand is on my bare shoulder, “Come on baby, as much as I wanna let you sleep Sammy needs us to hurry.”

“Mhm,” I hum halfheartedly, digging myself further into the bed if possible. “Alright that’s it,” he says finally. There's some shuffling before the covers are pulled back, a rush of cold air prickling my exposed legs followed by the warmth of his hands dragging up and down my calves slowly before leaving to pull down my slip nightgown further past my butt. That wakes me up. My eyes flutter open, and as much as I loved my little cotton nightgown every time I wore it to bed I woke up to a full tit out and the bottom up at my hips. Luckily this time I didn’t think it rode up so high, it had only felt like it was just barely covering my butt, so at the most, he saw a flash of my underwear which is not the most ideal thing to happen, and also insanely embarrassing but at least I was wearing one of my cute pairs. And at least he didn’t comment on it, except he did pull it down further which means he probably did see…oh god.

“Okay! I’m awake Dean!” I say, my words half mumbled by the bed but if I turned over he would also be seeing a boob today and he had seen enough already. His hands grip my ankles, his thumbs rubbing my skin, oh lord. No. I have to focus…and not on how butterflies are erupting in my stomach, fluttering around frantically, “Not convinced baby, not until I see you get up,” he conceded. He was really playing with my resolve and it was a very fickle thing to begin with.

“Yeah, so if I flip myself around you’d be getting flashed. These nightgowns…just you know…” I admit, my face warm for two different reasons. His thumbs pause and I can practically hear the arch of his brow and that devilish smirk, “By all means, continue…”

“Dean,” I warn.

“I really wouldn’t object to it, wouldn’t complain one bit,” he comments, his voice dripping with amusement. “Dean!” His hands leave me entirely and I suddenly miss the warmth he brought, “Alright, alright,” he gives in, “I’ll go, be waitin’ in the car. I’d hurry though Sam’s freaking out about needing to leave but won't say anythin’ more.”

The initial embarrassment of being woken up the way I was or at least the result of that, as well as being a little “late” had long worn off except for when Dean caught my eyes in the rearview mirror then it all came rushing back. But I needed to screw my head on right, and not get distracted by his playful teasing manner, he was most likely compensating for the fact that he had to say goodbye to the woman he loved again. Ending on good terms aside those feelings don’t just magically disappear especially when it only happened recently. Either way, I was thankful for the nightfall's darkness, because with each gaze my face heated up even if it was against my better judgment.

I needed to focus.

Sam had his ear pressed into his phone, reading from a fake ID to potentially give real information, “McReady. Detective McReady, badge number 158. I’ve got a signal 480 in progress, I need the registered owner of a two-door sedan, Michigan license plate Mary-Frank-six-zero-three-seven…Yeah okay, just hurry.”

Dean glances over at his brother, concern written in his eyes, “Sammy relax. I’m sure it’s just a nightmare.”

“Yeah, tell me about it,” Sam remarks.

“You know considering he was right about your old house I’m pretty much convinced he’s right about this one too,” I add. Dean adjusts his hold on the steering wheel, “It could also just be a dream. Y’know, a normal everyday, naked-in-class, nightmare. This license plate, it won’t check out. You’ll see,” Dean tries to reason though I can't understand why he won’t accept that Sam has been right before and will be right again, my only guess would be fear.

“I mean I suppose,” I shrug, “but even just logically speaking unless you’re lucid dreaming you can’t read in your sleep, as the part of your brain that’s responsible for logic and intellect shuts down. So following that logic, he wouldn’t have been able to read or understand that license plate, that fact must hold some merit here.”

“Alright, maybe he was lucid dreamin’ then,” Dean suggests instead, finding any reason for his brother not to be a psychic.

“It felt different Dean. Real,” Sam shakes his head, eyes focused as he tries to explain, “Like when I dreamt about the old house and Jessica.”

“Yeah, that makes sense. You’re dreaming about our house, your girlfriend,” Dean points out, “This guy in your dream, you ever seen him before?”

“No,” Sam responds.

“It doesn't matter if you've actually seen someone they can still be in your dreams because when you're walking around you're subconsciously watching and cataloging them,” I explain, “Though of course you're most likely to have dreams about people you see or think about more often, but still people you pass in real life can be in your dream.” Dean catches my eyes again in the mirror, gazing at me questioningly, “Why do you know so much about dreams?”

I shrug, “I don't know, it’s interesting so I just go down a rabbit hole of information. Plus there are a lot of psychological aspects to dreams which can make them important to analysis.” Dean shakes his head as if shaking away the information, “So why would he have premonitions about some random dude from Michigan.”

I rub my eyes, tiredness still trying to cling to me to the point of my eyes aching, “Yeah I don’t have an answer to that one.” Dean turns his gaze to his brother, silently asking him the same question, “I don’t know,” he answers. “Me neither,” Dean shrugs with one shoulder though it was more done to prove his point.

“Yes I’m here,” Sam says suddenly, pressing the phone closer to his ear. He goes silent, listening, then throws a glare at Dean and picks up his pen, “Jim Miller. Saginaw, Michigan. ‘You have a street address?… Got it. Thanks.” He moves his phone away from him, clicking a button, most likely hanging up, “Checks out. How far are we?”

“From Saginaw? Coupla hours,” Dean answers. “Drive faster.”

The Impala cruises to a stop, Emergency vehicles lined up followed by two medical examiners pushing a stretcher with a body bag on it just being zippered. We were late and it was hard to know whether it was by a couple of minutes or hours, but it didn’t matter because we were late and someone was dead.

We approach the crowd, a couple of neighbors dressed in their pajamas and a coat watching the scene from behind a line of caution tape. “What happened?” Dean asks a nearby woman.

“Suicide,” she answers, “Can’t believe it.”

“Did you know them?” Sam questions, moving to the woman’s other side.

She frowns, “‘Saw him every Sunday at St. Augustine’s,” she replies, oversharing to a couple of strangers but it was helpful so there was no way we would tell her to stop, “He always seems…seemed so normal. I guess you never know what’s going on behind closed doors.”

“Guess not,” Dean acknowledges, looking straight ahead.

“I’m sorry for your loss,” I say softly, maybe she didn’t know the guy so well but seeing him weekly still meant something. She nods in thanks.

“How did…uhh” Sam stammers, “How are they saying it happened?” It was a total conversation turn but once more it was necessary. “I heard they found him in the garage, locked inside his car with the engine running,” she answers. Carbon dioxide poisoning from a car makes it hard for it to be an accident so of course the initial thought would be suicide and I doubt it would be easy to prove otherwise with a death like that.

“Do you know about what time they found him,” Sam pushes and I hope she doesn’t think we’re being weird about this and asking a little too many questions. “Oh, ‘just happened about an hour or two ago,” she says. Frick, frick that wasn’t long ago at all. “His poor family,” she continues, “I can’t even imagine what they’re going through.” I follow her gaze to a woman standing on the front steps crying against a middle-aged man. A young distraught man stands behind them. I could imagine what they were feeling and it was horrible. Grief was not pretty and those feelings were even uglier, leaving a permanent mark on your heart.

Someone tugs on my sweatshirt sleeve, I follow the motion watching Dean walk away following his brother who had stormed away. I follow them, making the quick walk to the Impala.

“Sam we got here as fast as we could,” Dean reasons.

“Not fast enough,” Sam shakes his head, a pained look painted on his face, “It doesn’t make any sense man. Why would I even have these premonitions if there wasn’t a chance I could stop them from happening.”

I bit my lips, thinking for a moment before speaking, “Maybe it wasn’t about him exactly, like maybe it’s bigger than that. Sometimes that happens, remember what I said about oneiromancy or using dreams to predict the future? Well sometimes it’s not so literal, sometimes it serves as a warning or pointing you in a specific direction for whatever reason. Now I know your whole thing is different and more detailed than that but do you get what I mean?”

He nods, clearly thinking it over. “I don’t know though, I’m no expert but I’m just tryna say to keep it in mind,” I add. He shakes his head and sighs, “So what do you think killed him?”

“Maybe the guy just killed himself?” Dean suggests, “Maybe there’s nothing supernatural going on at all.”

“Then why would he have such a vivid dream of just some random dude dying?” I point out, immediately realizing my contradiction. “I dunno,” Dean shrugs, “Maybe it’s like you said, it’s pointing to somethin’ else.”

“I watched it happen. He was murdered by something. I watched it trap him in the garage,” Sam explains.

“What was it, a spirit, poltergeist, what?” Dean asks in rapid succession. Sam huffs, “I don’t know what it was. I don’t know why I’m having these dreams, I don’t know what the hell is happening!” He was freaking out, totally and utterly freaking out and he had every right to be. “It’s alright Sam,” I say softly, “We’ll figure this out, I promise. ‘No matter how long it takes.”

He sighs, mumbling a “Thanks.” I couldn't imagine what he was feeling, I always knew who I was even if nobody else did. To know one thing your whole life just to be thrown onto a totally new path with no explanation must be terrifying. “What,” Sam says suddenly throwing a look at his brother who was just staring at him. Dean shrugs, “Nothing. I’m just, I’m worried about you man,” he confesses.

“Well don’t look at me like that!” Sam yells. Dean looks away, “I’m not looking at you like anything,” he retorts, glancing back, “Though I gotta say, you do look like crap.”

“Dean. Really?” I say.

“Nice. Thanks,” Sam replies, pursing his lips. With a small smile, Dean moves to the driver's side of the car, pulling the door open, “Come on, let’s just pick this up in the morning. We’ll check out the house, talk to the family.”

“Dean, you saw them, they’re devastated. They’re not going to want to talk to us,” Sam reasons. Dean pauses in thought, “Yeah, you’re right. But I think I know who they will talk to.”

I scoff, “Who?”

I pull open my motel door, the sun shining brightly behind the man in front of me highlighting his stunning green eyes. His arms are hidden behind his back, “What do you have there?” I ask, squinting at him suspiciously. “Oh, just a little somethin’” he smirks devilishly, gazing down at me.

“You’re scaring me,” I admit, “I’m scared.”

“Don’t be,” he grins revealing what he was hiding. He holds up a rectangular Halloween costume bag, the classic orange logo on the top, and a blonde woman in a nun costume holding a ruler on the other side. I look between him and the bag his smile never leaving his face a mischievous sparkle in his eye, “Sam and I are going as Preiests so we need our nun,” he explains.

“Tell me you're joking,” I say blankly, my face falling.

“Not at all sweetheart.”

I huff a laugh, pointing at the bag, “I’m not wearing that.”

“You gotta,” he replies.

“No offense to the nuns of the world, but I would rather be shot dead than wear that.”

“‘Cause it’s not cute?” Dean asks though it comes off more like a statement as he knows my answer. “Yes,” I answer flatly, “I’m not wearing that.”

“Maybe I shoulda picked up the slutty one,” he retorts, thinking he got me there. I cross my arms across my chest, wetting my lips, “You should’ve, ‘be good for Halloween,” I counter. Checkmate. He drags his eyes across my frame. my face heats up, “While I’d love to see to that, Halloween is months away and you’re being ridiculous.”

“Still not wearing it,” I say as sternly as I can manage, which isn’t very considering my mind trying to compute what he said. “Come on,” he grumbles, “what am I gonn’ do with a nun costume now?” He pushes past me, stepping deeper into the room. I close the door, turning around, “I don't know, return it? Or use it for one of your one-night stands, I’m sure you’ll find someone kinky enough.”

He looks at me blankly, deadpanning, “You’re wearing it.”

“No”

“Yes”

“No”

“Yes”

“I’ll just sit this one out, wait in the car or something ‘till you’re done,” I say.

“You’re wearing it,” he repeats.

“No”

“Yes”

“You’re not winning this one!” I throw my hands up.

“Y/N come on!”

“No!”

He groans, annoyed, “If you wear it I’ll buy you whatever book you want.”

Oh. I mean it’s only a couple of minutes of embarrassment and ugly clothing, “Okay, deal. Fine.” His wide grin returns, he throws the bag at me and I catch it, looking down at it with disgust. “‘Not gonna bite sweetheart,” Dean says as he heads out.

“Yeah, but I might,” I mumble.

I fixed the Coif on my head for the hundredth time, I should’ve put more bobby pins in my hair. God. How did Nuns wear these? It just digs into your scalp and the most hair you could show was just the very top, probably about three inches, the rest of your hair was hidden along with your ears. It was the least cute or sexy thing to ever exist, faces were not being framed.

“Quit poutin’, you're supposed to be a Nun, be happy,” Dean comments as he rounds the car.

“I look like I'm going to burn myself at the stake,” I huff.

Sam laughs, having to bite back the noise. “You look fine,” Dean says. I look down at myself, the long black dress covering everything down at my ankles and a strange-looking white squared bib thing around my neck, “Who are you lying to right now!”

Dean huffs frustrated, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“At least you guys look good, like really good,” I say maybe a little too honestly. Sam had his hair all jelled back in a cute little hairdo, he was quite adorable. And on the other side, it really must have been the all-black attire, forget about the clerical cuff and that damn silver ring on his finger that made Dean look so good. Otherwise, there was something deeply wrong with me and I’d have to reevaluate my life, ‘cause there should be no reason for a “Priest” to look so damn fine. Lord, I need help.

“Let’s just get this over with,” Dean declares. He leads the way crossing the street and walking right up the porch, he rings the doorbell that silver ring glinting in the light. Sam sighs, “This has gotta be a whole new low for us.”

“Amen,” I mumble.

The door opens slowly and I throw away my pout replacing it with a kind smile. The older man from yesterday stands at the door, blocking our view of the rest of the house. Now that it wasn’t dark out and I was far closer, I was able to take note of him: a round-faced man with dark eyebrows and a sort of buzzcut.“Good afternoon,” Dean starts, “I’m Father Simmons, this is Father Frehley, and this is Sister Kathern We’re new junior priests over at St Augustine's. May we come in?”

The man nods, stepping aside. “Thanks,” Dean says entering first. I give the man a polite nod, “We’re very sorry for your loss.”

“It’s in difficult times like these when the Lord’s guidance is most needed,” Dean adds.

“Look, you wanna pitch your whole ‘Lord has a plan’ thing? Fine. Just don’t pitch it to me. My brother’s dead,” the man spits, his face wobbling with choked emotion. An older blonde woman appears, her soft hair only reaching her shoulders, her eyes etched in sadness, “Roger. Please!” she lectures. Roger moves away, escaping to some other part of the house, “Excuse me.”

“I’m sorry about my brother-in-law. He’s…he’s just so upset about Jim’s death,” she explains.

“You don’t have to apologize, we completely understand. Everyone grieves differently,” I say sincerely. Her eyes soften, a sad smile on her face, “Would you like some coffee?”

“That would be great,” Dean answers.

****

I sit next to Sam on the loveseat, Dean beside him in an armchair. Ms. Miller pours coffee gently into a couple of little white mugs, she hands one to each of us, “It was wonderful of you to stop by. The support of the church means so much right now.”

“Of course. After all, we are all God’s children,” Dean replies smoothly, taking a sip of the black coffee. She stands up taking the coffee pot with her. Dean takes that opportunity to shove a bunch of cocktail sausages into his mouth, he was really taking advantage of her leaving food out on a little platter. “What?” he asks with a mouthful of food, responding to his brothers staring. “Just…tone it down a little bit, Father,” he responds.

Ms. Miller returns then, emptyhanded, she sits back down. Dean swallows his mouth full of food before talking again, “So Ms. Miller, did your husband have a history of depression?”

“Nothing like that,” she answers her eyes already tearing up, “We had our ups and downs like everyone but we were happy,” the tears run rapidly down her face, “I just don’t understand…how Jim could do something like this.”

“I’m so sorry you had to find him like that,” Sam replies sincerely. She wipes her tear-stained face, gesturing behind her, “Actually, our son Max, he was the one who found him.”

“Do you mind if maybe, I go talk to him?” Sam asks.

“Oh thank you, Father,” she musters a sad smile. He rises, following the direction she pointed.

“Ms.Miller you have a lovely home. How long have you lived here?” Dean inquires.

“We moved in about five years ago,” she answers.

“The only problem with these old homes, ‘bet it gives you all kinds of headaches,” he comments. Her face washes over in confusion, “Like what?”

“Well, weird leaks, electrical shortages, odd settling noises at night,” he lists, “That kind of thing.”

She shakes her head, “No, nothing like that. It’s been perfect.”

“Huh,” Dean hums, “May I use your restroom?”

“Oh sure, it’s just up the stairs,” she says. He nods, rising and taking another cocktail sausage before leaving. Now I was left to fend for myself in a social situation I wasn't totally prepared for. What do I say? “Is there anything I could do for you that might make you feel better? I understand how hard it is now.”

She tears up again, “I don’t know.” I lean over placing a gentle hand on her arm, “It’s okay…it’s okay," I say softly.

I enter the boy's motel room, following Sam. We had just come back from researching about the Miller’s house. I close and lock the door behind me, so grateful that I had been out of that nun outfit for more than an hour. “What do you have?” Dean asks, his entire arsenal spread out around him as he sits on the edge of the bed cleaning a gun. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows as he works the weapons, I have to force my gaze away. Men should not be allowed to look good doing random tasks, it wasn’t fair.

“A whole lotta nothing. Nothing bad has happened in the Miller house since it was built,” Sam answers sinking onto his bed.

“What about the land?” Dean questions further.

“Nope,” I say, “There were no battles or graveyards, it’s not tribal land and no kind of atrocities happened on or near the property.”

“Hey man I told you, I searched that house up and down. No cold spots, sulfer scent. Nada,” Dean adds.

“And the family said everything was normal?” Sam checks.

“Well, if there was a demon or poltergeist in there you think somebody would have noticed something? I used the inferred thermal scanner man, and there was nothing,” Dean answers.

I sigh moving to sit at the end of Sam's bed, “Back to square one.”

“So what, you think Jim Miller killed himself and my dream was just some sorta freakish coincidence?” Sam questions.

“I dunno,” Dean answers truthfully, “I’m pretty sure there’s nothing supernatural about that house.”

Sam gets a pained look in his eyes, bringing his hand up to rub his temples, “Yeah. Well, maybe it has nothing to do with the house,” he inhales sharply holding his head, “Maybe it’s just…Gosh,” he clutches his head, “... Maybe its connected to Jim in some other way?”

“Sammy you okay?” I ask, placing a careful hand on his bicep just as Dean says, “What’s wrong with you?” I throw him a sharp glare, way to word it. Sam makes strained pained noises, sinking to the floor, “My head.”

Dean practically jumps from his bed, “Sam? Hey,” he sinks right next to his brother in a crouch grabbing Sam’s arms, “Hey! What’s going on? Talk to me.”

I stand up concern running through my blood, “Sam! Come on!” I've never seen something like this before, it was completely foreign which only made it more terrifying. Dean throws a pleading look at me and I stand not knowing what to do, “I-I don’t know, I’m sorry.” He turns back to his brother, not saying anything as he holds on to him.

Then, Sam slowly removes his hands from his head, focusing back on reality as he warns, “It’s happening again. Something’s gunna kill Roger Miller.”

My leg bounces in the back seat. once more we were running against an invisible and unknown clock, running to save someone with little to no information given. And once more Sams is on the phone trying to get information quickly that will help us, “Roger Miller. Uh no no, just the address, please. Ok, thanks.” He goes quiet with the information before hanging up and reciting it, “450 West Grove, Apartment 1120.”

“You ok?” Dean asks, eyeing his brother in quick succession.

“Yeah,” he answers in the least convincing tone possible.

“If you’re gunna hurl I’ll pull the car over you know, cause the upholstery…” Dean says, not really joking.

“I’m fine,” Sam answers still not convincingly enough.

“Alright,” Dean shrugs, dropping it.

“Just drive,” he says, looking away. He sighs, “Look, I’m scared, alright? These nightmares weren’t bad enough, now I’m seeing things when I’m awake? And it’s painful.”

“Come on man, you’ll be all right. It’ll be fine,” Dean comforts in his own way. I wet my lips, choosing my words carefully, “Whatever these abilities are, they’re advancing which is why it’s breaching into day. And because it's leaning more toward psychic abilities it takes a great amount of will, and concentration, and puts a horrible strain on your mind which is why it's painful. But the more you work on it the better it’ll be.”

He turns around in the passenger seat, facing me, “You have telekinesis, right?” I nod, his eyebrows scrunch together, “It hurt when you were first started?”

“God, yes,” I laugh bittersweet, “It just requires so much focus, more so at first, that I had headaches constantly. I tried not to use too much Advil, but they were definitely making a profit off of me, that’s for sure.” He seems to consider the information, turning back in his seat, “Then what is it about the Millers? Why am I connected to them, why am I watching them die? Why the hell is this happening to me?!”

“I don’t know Sam but we’ll figure it out,” Dean answers, “We’ve faced the unexplainable every day. This is just another thing.”

Sam shakes his head, “No. It’s never been us. It’s never been in the family like this. Tell the truth, you can’t tell me this doesn’t freak you out, Dean.”

Dean looks straight out the windshield silently, he couldn’t lie because Sam and I both witnessed him freak out before over it. Of course, then we’d all been younger, and he lashed out at me and when he left he hadn’t talked to me or apologized for months, I think it was about five. These sorts of things do freak him out, and sometimes I think the things I’m capable of doing still scare him sometimes, and that's just with someone he's friends with. With his brother, that fear must be a million times worse. “This doesn’t freak me out,” he finally says, lying.

****

The Impala pulls up across the street from Roger, who approaches his apartment's entrance with a bag of groceries in his hands. Sam rolls down the window swiftly yelling for the man, “Hey Roger.” The man turns around, the annoyance on his face clear as day, “What are you guys, missionaries? Leave me alone.”

I lean over rolling down the window opposite of where I sit, “Sir this has nothing to do with religion! Trust me.”

“Please,” Sam adds. But Roger is already gone, walking closer to his building. Suddenly the car jerks into motion the engine gunning as it makes a quick turn around, and with a bump Dean jumps the curve hurriedly parking as Sam jumps out running after the man, “Hey. Roger. We’re trying to help! Please! Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.”

I get out of the vehicle, round the black car, and head to Sam’s side, Dean following. As Sam reaches the entrance, Roger closes the door behind him, “I don’t want your help.” He walks deeper into the building and in a last-ditch effort Sam yells, “We’re not priests or nuns, you gotta listen to us!”

“Roger, you’re in danger!” Dean yells after him. But of course he doesn't hear them or if he does he just ignores the warnings. God people are so stubborn. “Come on,” Dean suddenly says looking towards a back entrance, he leads the way as we run around the corner of the building to the back entrance, a door in the way. With a quick look around Dean steps back and kicks it open, the door bursts open with a crack.

Sam jumps for the bottom ladder of the fire escape, using his tall frame to easily reach it, he pulls himself up and starts running for the stairs. Dean turns to me offering me a cupped hand, “You comin’?” he asks. I shake my head, pushing strands of hair behind my ear, “No you go, there isn't enough room for the three of us on that thing, you go. I’ll keep watch. He needs you.”

He looks me over, before nodding and jumping for the ladder, catching up to his brother swiftly. Against my better judgment instead of keeping watch, I look up at them, a hand blocking the sun as they make it up to the second floor. Then all of a sudden there's a heavy squeak and slide of a window followed by a wet squelching noise. Sam freezes, Dean sprints past him and stops looking down at something I can’t see from down here but even so, I know it is Roger’s severed head.

****

“I’m telling you there was nothing there. No signs either, just like the Miller’s house,” Dean informs, once more the three of us in the car this time driving back to the motel. Sam squints his eyes, slightly, in focus, “I saw something, in the vision, Like a dark shape. Something was…something was stalking Roger.”

“Whatever it was, are you sure it’s not connected to their house?” Dean asks, adjusting his grip on the steering wheel.

“You know that argument doesn't really hold up anymore considering Roger died in his apartment,” I answer fidgeting with my fingers, “So it could be the family itself.”

“So you think, like a vengeful spirit?” Sam questions.

“Well yeah,” Dean responds, “There’s a few that have been known to latch onto families, follow them for years.”

“Angiak. Banshees,” Sam lists out examples.

“Wouldn’t you have still picked up on something when you were snooping around?” I ask this time, looking up from my hands. “No, I was thinking somethin’ more like a curse,” Dean explains, “Maybe Roger and Jim Miller got involved in something heavy, something curse-worthy.”

Sam hums, adding to the working theory, “And now the something is out for revenge. And the men in their family are dying…Hey, you think Max is danger?”

“Let’s figure it out before he is,” Dean remarks. Sam sighs, “Well, I know one thing I have in common with these people.”

“What’s that?” Dean asks.

“Both our families are cursed,” Sam says like it's the most obvious thing in the world. I frown, one because he feels that way and two because I dislike when people say that. Dean huffs, “Our family’s not cursed! We just…had our dark spots…”

“Our dark spots are…pretty dark,” Sam nods slowly. Dean eyes him, “You’re….dark.”

I scuff, “Well as dark as it was you don’t have to worry, curses aren’t real.”

Sam turns around in his seat, facing me, “You’re a witch and you don’t believe in curses?”

I tilt my head giving him a ‘really?’ look, “That’s not what I meant, of course those kinds of curses exist they are very real and palpable things,” I wet my lips, “What I meant is that this curse you suggest to be the reason why you suffered misfortune isn’t real and that goes for everybody. Bad things just happen. And I know you probably weren’t being too literal but still blaming bad things on curses doesn’t help you in the long run it just serves as an excuse for you not to face your problems and acknowledge the real issue.”

Sam looks at me with slightly wide eyes and when I look at Dean, his expression is more or less the same if not even more, “What?” I ask eyeing the two of them. Sam turns back around in his seat a small smirk on his face, Dean gives a little shrug, “Nothin’, just someone’s using their psychology degree.”

I snort, suddenly getting shy, “Shut up,” I mumble. The thing was I wasn’t using my psychology degree this was just me, not that I was embarrassed by my degree. I took education very seriously, especially college. So of course I wound up double majoring, one in criminal justice and the other in psychology, but could you blame a girl? Either way, I didn't like when people said things like that, blaming something on a force they didn’t understand and had no real play in any of it.

I pull down the sleeves of the black Nun dress, readjusting the material, “I hope you know this is another book,” I say closing the car door behind me. Dean seems to round the Impala quicker at that, “What?! No, that wasn’t part of the deal.”

I purse my lips, “Yes, but when we made that deal it was under the presumption that it would only happen once in this case. And yet, here we are again.”

Dean opens his mouth to say something more but his brother cuts him off, “Wait, you guys made a deal?”

I smile triumphantly, “Yup!”

Sam frowns a little pout to his lips, his puppy-dog eyes turned down, “Man,” he whines, “I should’ve made a deal.”

“You should’ve,” I respond, thinking for a moment, “You know what? I will extend my second book to you, you are now included!”

He shakes his head, “No Y/N it's okay, have your books.”

Now I shake my head, “No no I want to, nothing would bring me more joy than the three of us going to a bookstore, and while Dean impatiently waits for us and grumbles to himself we get to wreak havoc and choose books!” Sam smiles with a mischievous glint in his eyes, “That does sound like a good idea.”

“You’re an evil woman,” Dean grumbles.

I smile sweetly at him, “I prefer ‘wicked’ but I guess that’s close enough.”

He eyes me for a beat, tongue against cheek as if he is contemplating saying something but ultimately he looks away, “We’re meant to be checking in on Max.”

Oh, “Yeah,” I say leading the way. “See, this always happens,” he states, reaching my side in one stride.

“What happens?” Sam asks.

“Whenever you two are together we get nothing done,” he elaborates. I fake a hurt gasp, “That’s so not true!” I mean we could be annoying, sure, but that was our whole job especially since we’re younger siblings it’s just how it works.

We reach the door and he knocks before anyone can say anything more on the topic. Instead of Ms. Miller answering the door her son, Max, does. He opens the door wider, “My Mom’s resting, she’s pretty wrecked.”

“Of course,” Dean nods, stepping deeper into the house.

“All these people kept coming with like, casseroles?” Max says, making small talk, “I finally had to tell them all to go away. You know 'cause nothing says I’m sorry like a tuna casserole.” I bite back my laugh, very poorly, he caught it giving a smile back to me and Sam who was also grinning at the joke. Max gestures to the seating area his mom put us just earlier today, and just like then we all take the same seats, but this time it's Max in front of us.

A beat of silence goes on before Sam sighs, speaking softly he asks, “How ‘you holding up?”

His face drops a little, answering with a small, “Ok.”

“You’re Dad and your uncle were close,” Sam follows up, stating instead of asking.

He shrugs, “Yeah, I guess. I mean, they were brothers. They used to hang out all the time when I was little.”

“But not much lately?” Sam asks.

“No, it’s not that. It’s just…” he shifts in his seat, “We used to be neighbors when I was a kid before we lived across town in this house. Uncle Roger lived next door, so he was over all the time.”

“Right. So how was it in that house when you were a kid?” Sam questions further.

“It was fine. Why?” Max answers, dismissively. He was uncomfortable, something about that old house made him uneasy.

“All good memories? Do you remember anything unusual? Something involving your father and your uncle maybe?” Dean asks this time, skepticism written in his voice. Max shakes his head, slight panic crawling in his irises, “What do yo…..why do you ask?”

I recognized that panic. Knew it well. I remember wearing it, how it crawled over my skin. “Don’t worry it’s just a question,” I nod, noting his behavior.

“No, there was nothing. We were totally normal. Happy,” he replies suddenly more sure of his answer.

“Good. That’s good,” Dean answers, “Well, you must be exhausted. We should take off.”

Catching on Sam nods, “Right,” he looks back at Max, “thanks.”

Max eyes us, something between panic and questioning, “Yeah.”

****

We make it to the Imapla before debriefing, the panic in his eyes burning into my retinas.

“No one’s family is totally normal and happy,” Dean starts, pointing out the faults of Max’s response, “See when he was talking about his old house?”

“He sounded scared,” Sam answers sadly.

A chill runs up my spine, “More than that, he was petrified. And I don’t think it has anything to do with the house…”

“Yeah, Max isn’t telling us everything,” Dean agrees, “I say we go find the old neighborhood, find out what life was really like for the Millers.”

I shift my footing, fixing my pants (which I was glad to be in again) as I watch the older man named Rob in front of us. “Have you lived in the neighborhood very long?” Sam asks him.

“Yeah, almost 20 years now. It’s nice and quiet. Why, you looking to buy,” he answers and I can’t tell if he wants us to be interested or wishes to keep out outsiders. Maybe the earlier, he seems kind.

“No, no,” Sam smiles, “Actually, we were wondering if you might recall a family that used to live right across the street I believe.”

“Yeah, the Millers. They had a little boy called Max,” Dean adds.

“Yeah I remember,” he responds, “The brother had the place next door. So, uh, what’s this about, is that poor kid ok?” That makes me stumble over my thoughts, “He….um, I’m sorry why did you word it like that?”

Rob frowns, “Well in my life I’ve never seen a child treated like that. I mean I’d hear Mr. Miller yelling and throwing things clear across the street, he was a mean drunk.” My skin curls up, my fears confirmed. My heart recoils, cowering away from the information and the thoughts. “He used to beat the tar outta Max. Bruises. Broke his arm two times that I know of,” Rob continued.

I take a subconscious step backward. I don’t understand, if he knew why didn’t he do anything? Why didn’t he call the police?

“This was going on regularly?” Sam asks, his voice firm.

“Practically every day. In fact that thug brother of his was just as likely to take a swing at the boy but the worst part was the sepmother. She’d just stand there, checked out, not lifting a finger to protect him. I must have called the police seven or eight times. Never did any good.”

I suddenly feel nauseous. He was finally free now but that was too many years too late.

“Now you said stepmother,” Dean says for confirmation. How could he not be reacting to this information?

“I think his real mother died. Some sorta…accident. Car accident I think,” Rob answers.

Suddenly Sam clutches his head again, grimacing. Rob looks at him strangely, “Are you okay there?”

He winces, “Uh, yeah.” Dean holds the crook of his brother's arm, leading him away as he throws back a “Thanks for your time.”

I blink out of what feels like a daze, mustering a smile for the man, “Have a nice day,” I say before catching up to the boys. But my feet feel heavy, as if cylinder blocks had been tied to my ankles. My intestines seem to twist itself into a knot, wrapped around like a bow. I clutch my shirt where my stomach is, my heart seems to beat faster an unnerving feeling settling itself into the vessels. I could hardly focus on my tense body and anxious thoughts when Sam’s head lulls back, his eyes doing that thing where you can tell he isn’t here with us right now. He’s somewhere else, having a vision.

****

I want to curl into myself and shy away from the current case. But we were in the Impala driving back to the Millers house and Sam still had to tell us about his vision. “Max is doing it. Everything I’ve been seeing,” Sam reveals. I should be surprised but I’m not, maybe it’s because of the newfound information.

“You sure about this?” Dean asks, almost skeptical.

“Yeah, I saw him,” he confirms.

“How is he doing it?” I ask carefully.

“I think telekinesis,” Sam answers.

“What so he’s psychic?” Dean questions, definitely skeptical.

“I didn’t even realize it but this whole time, he was there. He was outside the garage when his Dad died, he was in the apartment when his Uncle died,” Sam elaborates, “These visions, this whole time–I wasn’t connecting to the Millers, I was connecting to Max! The thing is I don't get why, man. I guess—because we’re so alike?”

“What are you talking about? The dude’s nothing like you,” Dean responds firmly.

“Well,” Sam tries to reason, “We both have psychic abilities, we both…”

“Both what? Sam, Max is a monster, he’s already killed two people, now he’s gunning for a third,” Dean exclaims. This was all getting very complicated very fast. “He’s not a monster he’s a kid. It isn’t his fault, he’s a product of his messed up childhood,” I defend, my voice filled with perhaps a little too much emotion.

“With what he went through, the beatings, to want revenge on those people? I’m sorry, man, I hate to say it, but it’s not that insane,” Sam adds, agreeing. I nod vigorously, it isn’t insane, not one bit.

“Yeah, but that doesn’t justify murdering your entire family!” Dean yells, his voice louder than needed.

“No of course not. But clearly, no one else was caring about him. No one made any effort to help him, not even the police! So you must understand why he felt like he needed to take justice into his own hands,” I argue. This was complicated, this was human. And humans, human feelings get messy very quickly.

“You're suggesting he's a necessary evil?” Dean counters, his voice gruff and on edge.

“Maybe, yeah,” I answer, crossing my arms across my chest. The car jerked right, driving up to the curb in front of the Miller’s house. “He’s no different from anything else we’ve hunted, all right? We gotta end him,” Dean lectured.

“We’re not going to kill Max,” Sam and I say at the same time, our voices overlapping. “He’s a kid!” I add.

“Then what?” Dean counters, “Hand him over to the cops and say ‘Lock him up officer; he kills with the power of his mind.’”

I huff, “That’s not the point and you know it. We can talk him down, he isn’t a monster and I highly doubt he would kill just for fun. He’s angry and he’s hurt, he needs help. If we do that then we are just as bad as his uncle and his dad and the cops that refused to help.”

He shuts the engine off, pursing his lips and shaking his head, “All right fine. But I’m not letting him hurt anybody else.” Yet, despite his words he leans over to the glove compartment and pulls out a pistol. He glares at Sam as he gets out of the car. I catch his eyes, “Dean.” He looks at me, challenging me, before ultimately getting out and tucking the gun into the back of his pants. I roll my eyes, tongue in cheek, pissed. I get out of the car, joining the boys but not before slamming the car door behind me.

We run up the porch, Sam in the lead. He knocks on the door, and when no response comes he leans over the railing peeking in the window. He looks back at us and he does not have to say anything for us to know what was happening. Max was going to kill his Stepmother.

Without thinking any further, Dean raises his leg to kick the door in. I stop him, “Dude way to be inconspicuous. Let me.” He backs up a few steps, hands raised in defeat. I grasp the cold knob of the door, not needing to put much effort into getting the door unlocked. We rush into the kitchen, where Sam said Max would do it. Ms. Miller presses her back closer against the counters, her eyes wide and filled with tears and fear as she watches her son in front of her. Her eyes snap to us, “Fathers? Sister?” Ironically enough, we weren’t dressed up instead in normal clothes which I wasn’t sure if priests and nuns ever did. Max spins around, poorly concealing the large knife behind his back, his hair is a mess and his eyes match his stepmothers in fear after all he was caught. “What are you doing here?” he asks, afraid.

“Uhh, sorry to interrupt,” Dean answers awkwardly.

“Max, can we, uh, can we talk to you outside for just one second?” Sam leads, fumbling for an excuse. He eyes us, he doesn’t trust us, “About what?”

“It’s….it’s private. I wouldn’t want to bother your mother with it,” Sam lies, “We won’t be long at all though, I promise” he says directing it to Ms.Miller. Max looks back at his stepmom and then at us, “Ok.”

“Great,” Sam smiles.

We turn to leave, making it out of the kitchen and to the front door. Dean takes the lead with his hand grasping the doorknob, pulling it open he smiles back at Max awkwardly. Then all of a sudden the doorknob is pulled from his grasp and the door slams shut, followed by the dropping of all the blinds for each window. Impressive. I turn around swiftly watching Max as he backs up, “You’re not priests! Or a nun,” he yells.

Dean draws his gun quickly, but without even moving a muscle Max uses his powers to pull the gun away, it slides across the floor and he crouches down to take it. He stands up tall, pointing the gun at us. Dean nudges me slightly behind him, I want to shove my way in front of him but he holds his arm out in front of me and I don’t feel the need to argue now of all times. Ms.Miller appears in the archway between where we are and the kitchen, “Max, what’s happening?”

“Shut up,” he bites.

“What are you doing?” she repeats, approaching carefully. Removing one hand from the gun he swings his arm towards her, using his power to send her flying back into the kitchen, she hits her head against the kitchen bench before sliding down to the floor. “I said shut up!” he yells at her unconscious figure.

“Max calm down,” Sam says steadily, holding his hands up in defeat.

“Who are you?” Max snaps.

“We just wanna talk,” Sam responds with instead. Max scuffs, “Yeah right, that’s right you bought this!” he motions with the weapon. Sam takes a careful step forward, “That was a mistake, all right? So was lying about who we were. But no more lying Max, okay? Just please, just hear me out.”

He eyes us carefully, “About what?”

“I saw you do it,” Sam explains, carefully, “I saw you kill your Dad and your Uncle before it happened.”

“What?” Max questions.

“I’m having visions Max, about you,” Sam elaborates.

“You’re crazy,” Maxx huffs.

“So what, you weren’t gonna launch a knife at your stepmom?” He challenges, taping his eye, “Right here? Is it that hard to believe Max, look what you can do. Max I was drawn here, all right? I think I’m here to help you.”

His hold on the gun tightens as fresh tears run down his face rapidly, “No one can help me.”

“That’s not true,” I say softly, “I know it feels that way now, and I’m sorry it does. But if anyone can help,” I look at Sam, “It’s him,” I look back at Max, “Please.”

Sam nods, wetting his lips, “Let me try. We’ll just talk, me and you. We’ll get Dean, Y/N, and Alice out of here.”

“Uh-huh. No way,” Dean intervenes. The chandelier above us rattles, “Nobody leaves this house!” Max yells. I want to cut in, I could contain him in a matter of seconds a minute at best. He was skilled, but I certainly knew more than he did. Yet I know I can’t do anything, he’s scared so rushing him with my abilities won’t help. Treating him like a monster won’t help.

“And nobody has to, all right? They’ll just…they’ll just go upstairs,” Sam reasons, but the light fixture continues to rattle.

“Sam, I’m not leaving you alone with him,” Dean mutters.

“Yes, you are,” Sam answers firmly, “Look, Max. You’re in charge here, all right, we know that. No one's going to do anything that you don’t want to do but I’m talking five minutes here man.”

“Sam!” Dean intervenes again. I place a hand on his upper arm, gaining his attention fast and without words, not wanting to scare Max off, I give him a look and a nod silently telling him that his brother will be okay and that he can handle himself. His lip twitches as if he’s fitting off a scowl.

“Five minutes?” Max asks, the chandelier stops shaking, “Go” he nods to his stepmother.

I walk carefully behind Dean, waiting for him as he picks up Ms. Miller, I lead the way up the wooden stairs entering the master bedroom. Dean lays her down carefully, and I find the bathroom attached to the room. I quickly go through the drawers finding a small washcloth, carefully I wet it and ring it out before walking back into the bedroom to find Dean pacing the room, hand by his face. I approach him carefully, he stops his pacing when I step in front of him but worry is written clearly in his eyes, and in the way he hasn’t stopped biting his thumbs nailbed, a habit he exhibited only when he was worried about Sammy.

I raise my free hand to him, pulling it away from his mouth, “He’ll be okay, he knows what he's doing.”

He shakes his head but doesn’t say anything as he takes the washcloth from me before moving past me, he crouches in front of Ms.Miller, lightly pressing the cloth to the small wound on her forehead. He was distracting himself.

I frown. It’s not that he doesn’t believe in his brother, he was just worried. For as much as this was for Sam it was nearly too much for Dean too, he might not be going through it but he was watching someone else navigate the messy plains of powers and the pain that came with it…that was scary. Especially since Dean has always taken his job as an older brother very seriously, doing anything and everything for him no matter the cost, he was meant to be his protector but with these newfound abilities Dean didn’t know how to help, how to protect his little brother– and that scared him.

I cross my arms across my chest, trying to think of what to say when I hear movement heading towards us. I turn towards the door, it creaks open slowly, Max’s figure standing right at the doorway the gun clutched in his hand at his side. I give him a questioning look, but his face is determined and there’s no Sam.

There’s no Sam.

Panic settles in my veins and before I can react Dean is standing in front of me, pushing me further behind him before he takes purposeful steps towards Max. The door slams shut and suddenly Dean goes flying left, barreling into the wall. Oh, two can play that game.

“Max!” Ms.Miller yells from behind me, having woken up in the short time her son arrived. Max points the gun at me with shaky hands, “Move,” he commands. I bring my powers forward, flicking it on, “Do you want to try?” I warn bitterly. He laughs, shaking, “Do you think you’re like me too?”

I assume Sam must have said something about that to him downstairs, “No,” I answer softly. He raises his other hand at me, flicking it to the left trying to send me flying too but I don’t budge. He looks confused and tries again but once more I don’t move. “Max please just put the gun down, this isn’t the way, I promise you,” I reason.

“You don’t get it!” he yells, shaking. I smile at him sadly, holding up my hands in defeat, “Dad drinks and he gets mean,” I say, “You think he doesn’t mean it, he’s just grieving. But it happens one too many times and you get scared.”

His resolve weakens and tears run down his face, “Your Dad?” He isn’t sure whether he should believe me or if I'm just lying to talk him down. I take a quick look over at Dean, who still lies on the floor looking at me with eyes wide, I never told him and I don’t think he ever knew.

I look back at Max, “Yes. My brother took most of it for me, but I reminded him too much of my mother and she was gone while I lived and that was not fair,” I swallow roughly, “I didn’t think he was capable. My mom loved him and he was never like that when she was around, but they did always say she softened him so maybe that’s why.”

“What did you do?” he asks, lowering the gun just a little. I go quiet and he does not like that, he raises the gun again, “Did you kill him?!” he screams.

I shake my head, “No. He managed that all by himself, he grew very careless.”

His eyes scrunch together in confusion, “Did you want to?”

I shake my head again, “No, I didn’t want to be like him. Didn’t want to stoop to his level. My brother though…he, um, I think he wanted to. But he didn’t. When he died, I didn’t cry at his funeral, I wasn’t as sad as I knew I should’ve been, and that alone makes me feel so guilty…” I take a careful deep breath trying to blink away the tears, “Please put the gun down, I know you're angry, you have every right to be. And I know you’re scared but doing this. It won’t help.”

“How do you know!” he screams, his face red, but it comes out weak.

“He’s dead and I’m still scared sometimes,” I admit out loud for the first time, tears slipping down my cheeks as my powers revert to it’s resting stage, “I think I hear his voice or that I see him in a crowd, and I know it’s not really him. But my heart picks up and I think he’s there, and I know what that means and I get scared.”

He looks at me, really looks at me and it is like looking in a mirror, our pain reflecting in each other. He lets go of the gun, but it doesn’t hit the floor instead it floats in front of him, “I’m not you, I won’t sit back and take it. She has to die, they all had to.”

His words feel like a stab to my hurt but I ignore them, “No, Max, please. It won’t help.” I don’t look away from him but even so, I hear Dean standing up and I can feel him getting closer. He puts himself in front of me again, I try to get him behind me, a gun wouldn’t exactly kill me, but he looks down at me his green eyes hard. He moves me behind him, looking back at Max, “You wanna kill her you gotta go through me first.”

“Fine,” he says. Just as the door busts open, Sam comes barreling in, “No don’t! Don’t! Please. Please,” Sam begs, “Max. Max. We can help you. All right.”

I move away from Dean despite the arm that he holds out to stop me from getting closer. Max is shaking, and sweaty, and tears run down his face rapidly. He looks at Sam with anguish, then his gaze turns to me eyes filled with a familiar pain. But his shoulders suddenly drop, and his face clears, “You’re right. It won’t stop.”

The floating gun points at himself. A loud bang rings in the room. Bits of blood splatter on my face. His body crumbles to the floor, a hole in his head.

I stare blankly at a spot on the floor, a small swirl in the wooden floors. Sirens whirl just outside, and cops stand all around us. His body was brought out in a bag. Yellow caution tape sections off parts of the house. Something light was placed in my hand, something to clean the…

Muffled voices sing near me.

He’s dead. I couldn’t convince him, if anything I made it worse. I should’ve said it gets better because it does and it’s not that common that I get scared, I can’t. Not with this job. But I didn’t want to lie and I made it worse.

I feel sick.

I couldn’t help.

He didn’t want to be like me. He’s dead.

He didn’t want to be like me and I didn’t want to be my father and he’s dead. They are both dead and I live.

I live and Dad would say it’s not fair. He’s dead.

A familiar hand nudges me forward, I walk automatically without hearing the voices. Something about…

He’s dead.

The car door opens and I sit inside, automatically putting the seat belt on. Someone says something and the door closes, voices say something outside, and then doors open and close. The car moves forward, the sirens get further away. Eyes look at me and I look at him.

His body falls to the floor a hole in his head.

His body floats away as it burns like a Viking. He hugs me closer to him and we do not cry. We are free sometimes.

His body falls to the floor a hole in his head.

He said it won't stop and there’s a bang.

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We're Not in CW Anymore - 4

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

The reader gets blasted into another universe - one where Sam and Dean Winchester are real people, real hunters, and really fucked up. To her surprise (or horror), Dean has been getting glimpses of her life in his dreams and is completely enamored with her. It's nothing like the cable-friendly CW show that she knows and loves.

Reader x Dean Winchester

Warnings: language, violence

Chapter 4: Target: Expect More. Pay Less.

You woke up to the sound of the most annoying alarm you’ve heard in your life. You groaned. “Please turn it off,” you complained. You heard Dean flail his arm around until he hit the snooze button. “Thank god,” you said, snuggling into your pillow. Why was your pillow so hard? Maybe because it was Dean. You quickly realized what was happening – your head was on Dean’s chest, hand resting on his bicep. His arm was wrapped around your waist tightly. You were CUDDLING with this man. With a jolt, you sat up.

“What the fuck?!” you yelled.

“What the fuck me?! What the fuck YOU!” Dean yelled back. “You were on ME, sweetheart. I think that makes you the more guilty party.”

“Ugh!” was all you could respond. He had a point, as infuriating as it was.

Scrambling off the bed, you tripped over the ridiculously long sweatpants and almost faceplanted into the floor. Dean was making you very flustered, and that was pissing you off. You’re supposed to be keeping your guard up with this guy, not snuggling him. You walked over to his desk, grabbing the pile of your neatly folded clothes. “I need more clothes,” you stated. You weren’t too keen on wearing the same outfit over and over. A clean pair of panties would be nice.

“I’ll give you a card and you can go shopping. Just don’t go too crazy,” Dean said. You rolled your eyes. You were planning on hitting up a Target, not Nordstrom. You headed to the bathroom to get ready for the day, replaying everything in your head. It felt so strong and comforting to be in his arms. The feeling of his rock-hard chest gave you butterflies. You wanted to lie there with him all day and trace your fingertips over his tattoos. No, you thought, you still don’t know this guy. He could be a cold-blooded killer.

You walked back into Dean’s room to find him putting on his boots. You took a moment to admire his tattoo sleeve – you recognized a few references to classic rock band album covers. You wondered if that was the only place he had tattoos.

“Like what you see, sweetheart?” Dean teased. You had no idea how long you’ve been staring.

“Just curious about your tattoos,” you answered honestly. You couldn’t think of a snarky response.

“What, TV Dean wasn’t tatted up?” he asked. You shook your head.

“Just that anti-possession symbol on his chest,” you answered. He chuckled and pulled his t-shirt down enough for you to see the same tattoo in the same place. “Like this?”

“Yeah, that’s the one.” You rolled your eyes. Why did he have to be this charming?

“Alright,” he said, clapping his hands together, “Sammy’s got a case, and you need to go shopping. Let’s get to it.”

Dean dropped you off at Target while he and Sam went on a supply run. You bought all the essentials – some leggings, a few tops, underwear, socks, a duffle, and you had to splurge on a little eyeliner. It’s not for Dean, it’s for me, you told yourself. You checked out and called Sam, letting him know you were done and ready to be picked up. To your relief, he told you they’re already on their way. You sat on a bench outside with your bags, flipping through social media on your phone. You weren’t following anyone, but you could at least watch the reels. You were entranced with the videos of the bottles going down the stairs, so much so that you barely noticed a figure standing in front of you. Looking up, you saw a tall man with a snapback and a crooked smile. “Hey there baby. Waitin’ on someone? Mind if I join you?”

Great. You literally had nowhere to go, so you’d be stuck with this douche-canoe. You could tell him to fuck off, but the people pleaser in you was scared of how he’d react. You’re not scared to sass Dean, you told yourself. Maybe you were more comfortable around him than you thought. Disrupting your thoughts, the guy sat next to you on the bench, leaning back and placing an arm around your shoulders. Screw this so hard.

“Please don’t touch me,” you said, voice shaking. Way to be assertive.

“Baby I think you’d better come home with me. You can show me all those pretty clothes you bought. I wouldn’t mind watching you undress.” You cringed, not seeing a way out of this situation.

Like a knight in shining armor, you watched as the Impala drove up to the front of the store. Bolting up and grabbing your bags, you hurriedly mumbled, “Sorry, there’s my ride.” Except he grabbed your wrist and yanked you back to face him.

“I think you’re just trying to blow me off, which I really don’t appreciate. Where are your manners?” he seethed. This dude was seriously nuts if he thought you were coming home with him. Before you could say anything, you heard a car door slam.

“Hey dipshit, get your hands off of her before I rearrange your fucking face!” Dean was PISSED. He was coming right at him, fists clenched, the look in his eyes absolutely terrifying. Yeah, Dean was a scary motherfucker. But it kind of turned you on how protective he was being.

“Woah hey man, we’re cool. We were just talking, weren’t we?” the man turned toward you as if you’d back him up. You, however, had your eyes fixed on Dean’s.

“Let’s go,” you said quietly. Dean wasted no time in putting his arm around your shoulders and walking you to the car, but not before sending a swift punch to the man’s gut. You didn’t look back but could hear him groaning and yelling profanities. Dean opened the door for you, grabbing your bags to throw them in the trunk. Flipping off the man as a final “fuck you,” Dean sped out of the parking lot.

“You good?” Sam asked. You nodded, knowing your voice would quiver too much if you tried to talk. Dean simply grunted, not wanting to open his mouth and scare you with his anger. The car ride was silent for about an hour. Dean kept checking on you, looking through the rearview mirror. He was worried. You looked out the window, desperately trying to calm yourself down. The entire situation had you shaking. The fear you felt with that man, then Dean’s booming voice, it was a lot to process. You immediately felt safe when you saw Dean pull up in the Impala. You instinctually knew he’d protect you, and that thought bounced around your head for a while. Maybe this whole soulmate thing was real.

Chapter 5

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Bookworm - Sam Winchester

Title: Bookworm - Sam Winchester

Words: 2,290

Relations: Sam Winchester X Reader

TW: Drinking.

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Request: Anonymous

"you could do dean and sam (separately) with the reader who is extremely organized and she is the one who does the research and they are always lovely and organized"

Heat of the moment began chiming through my phone. My immediate reaction was to chuckle. I smiled as I pulled my phone from my pocket and answered with a cheer.

"Hey, Sam. What's up?" I asked happily as I rested my hand on my book, keeping my thumb between the pages so I wouldn't lose my space. I had chosen to change my ringtone for Sam to 'Heat Of The Moment' after a night-long phone call where he explained his Groundhog Day.

"Hey, Y/N." He cheered, my smile instantly growing just at the sound of his voice. Butterflies in my stomach instantly swirl around like they always do.

"Is this a catch-up call or a work call?" I asked, my smile only growing as I listened to his chuckle. People probably think I am crazy. I have a huge crush on Sam and the crazy thing is that I have never met him. Well, not in person. I don't even know what he looks like. I don't know anything about his appearance and yet I blush, giggle and sit hoping he will call me.

"Unfortunately, it's a work call," He expressed, my giggle left my lips before I even thought about it. I blushed softly.

"No problem, you have your laptop?" I asked as I opened up my laptop beside me, quickly putting my bookmark in as I waited for my laptop to boot up.

"Yep, right in front of me," He explained, I chuckled as I nodded.

"Okay, what do we have?" I asked slowly, half focusing on writing in my password.

"Okay, I need to know just about everything on the mark of Cain." He explained, I paused in my actions, my attention turning to my phone as I looked at it puzzled.

"The mark of Cain? Like biblical information or you already have a lead that it's real and need me doing the research," I asked, slightly perplexed by his request. In all of my years, I haven't heard a single thing about the mark of Cain. I have large research files on all things hunters need and often am sending those files to whoever needs them but the mark of Cain was never on any of my other files. I smiled softly as I heard Sam take a deep breath through gritted teeth.

"Well, I have confirmation that it's real, Dean has it and I need to know everything." He explained, my eyes widened at the information. My mouth trying to form words before I could even think of what to say.

"Wh-what?" I managed, an unusual stutter leaving my lips. I'm not one to ever stumble over my words. I used to be but then I became a hunter, and then I stuck up for myself. There have been enough occasions of me 'bullying' men. If one gets too handsy I will fight him, if one gets cocky I will belittle him and men that just can't take a hint get barked at... aggressively. Hell, I could be completely wrong about something, I could know for a fact I was wrong and I would not back down. If anything knowing I'm wrong only fuels me more as I want to make them think they are so stupid that I must be right. It's a talent and an art. I shook myself into reality at the sound of Sam's chuckle. "How? We talked like, two days ago," I added, further showing my confusion as to how they were in this situation.

Sam explained the whole thing, and although we normally keep work calls short so that I can focus on the research today was different. Sam and I stayed on the whole, both researching as we talked casually. I think the main reason I am crushing on Sam so hard is that he is so easy to talk to. I understand him and he understands me. On some level we don't need to explain ourselves too much as we already understand and relate.

I yawned, stepping away from my laptop as I moved into the manky motel kitchen to stretch my legs and get myself a drink. My eyes felt heavy and I wasn't completely sure if it was due to the hours I had now spent staring at my laptop or because of the darkened day. I checked my watch, eyebrows raising as I saw it was 11:40 PM. It's not that it was particularly late that surprised me it's that time went by so fast.

"Getting coffee?" Sam asked through my phone which was still on speaker, now also on charge as we had been on the phone long enough to drain the battery.

"I need something to keep me up," I practically yawned as I stretched a little, multiple joints cracking as I moved. A satisfied breath left my lips. I smiled out of reflex as Sam chuckled.

"I know the feeling. I'm so glad I'm not in stingy motels now," He sighed, clearly stretching his back judging by his tone.

"Rub it in," I commented, a joke in my tone as I smiled. Sam laughed and sang through the phone. I smiled, yet again blushing from simply making him smile. I can just imagine his smile and it's adorable, a part of me sad, not only because I was unsure if I would ever actually see his smile but because he may be nothing like I imagined. That wouldn't be fair to him.

"Come here," His tone reflecting he was shrugging. I chuckled as I headed back to the table and back to my research set-up.

"Oh, yeah. I'm on my way," I chuckled sarcastically as I took a seat, getting comfortable.

"I'm being serious. Why don't you come stay here?" He asked, his tone showing his seriousness. I chuckled nervously.

"Ugh, maybe because we're strangers," I chuckled, my mind not working as well as usual. Normally I can come up with excuses and lies instantly but with Sam, I have never lied. A part of me enjoyed the fact I could say anything to him and nothing bad could come of it because he's almost a stranger.

"Oh, come on. That's so stupid, we call for hours almost every night, and we've known each other for almost a full year. We don't qualify as strangers when we've fallen asleep on the phone multiple times." He explained, I blushed knowing he was right. It was a stupid thing to say in the first place but he's still making me blush with his explanation of the relationship or whatever this is. I chuckled as I blushed, moving some hair from my face as I cringed as if he was in the room with me and staring at my blushing cheeks.

"Fair enough," I chuckled, wanting to fill the silence I knew would only make me giggle and feel little under his finger. Sam is the only man I could never bully. I turn into a little girl when I hear his voice, I'm blushing and giggling. Every other man makes me scoff, roll my eyes and grimace at their stupidity or disgusting comments.

"So, you're coming?" He asked, I chuckled nervously as I hid my face in my hands.

"Sam, we've never met and you want me to come and stay with you?" I asked, partly expecting him to realise the weirdness but he chuckled.

"Yeah, you're sick of motels, I'm sick of being alone. It's perfect," He added but I smiled.

"You have Dean," I shrugged, I haven't really talked to Dean before. There's been times when he's answered Sam's phone when I've been done with research but we've never talked about anything other than research.

"He doesn't count," He shrugged but I chuckled.

"Why not? You live with him, hunt with him. You're never alone," I argued but Sam seemed to pause.

"Maybe I just feel alone when I'm not on the phone to you and maybe I'm looking for a reason to meet you in person," He explained softly. I bit my lip, smirking as I tried not to squeal. There was a silence and I internally screamed with joy. Oh my God. He's adorable!!!

I took a deep breath, mentally calming myself as I climbed out of the car. I checked my outfit and appearance in the window reflection. I fiddled with my outfit, instantly wishing I had worn the black shirt instead. I sighed knowing I would be thinking the opposite if I had actually worn it. I just have to get over myself and just walk into the dinner. I gulped as I approached the door. I looked around, eyes surveying each table as I looked for Sam. It's our first time meeting and I know he's already here. My breath hitched in my throat as I noticed a man, a very attractive man sitting at a table tapping away on his laptop. It's Sam. It has to be. I seemed to freeze as I watched him.

His hair a little long as he had it tucked behind his ear, a nervous but excited smile on his perfect lips. My heart raced, he's clearly tall, we're probably the same height now and he's sitting down. He's muscularly built and as he checks his phone I know he's waiting for me. My mouth dried as I willed my body to move. To stop being frozen in place and just go up to him. Introduce myself and talk to him. My eyes widened as he turned to look my way, I looked away pretending to read the little poster on the wall. I subtly watched as he looked disappointed, this was a mistake. I was stupid to think I could actually meet him. He looks like a Greek God, I was stupid for thinking he might actually like me, that we would meet and fall in love. I'm such an idiot. I walked out, hurrying as I didn't want to see him any longer.

I found myself drinking in the first bar I came to. Drowning my sorrows and wallowing in self-pity. I jumped as my phone rang, heat of the moment blaring at me as I sighed. I'm tipsy enough to answer without thinking. I press the phone to my ear, not saying anything.

"Hey, is everything okay? I thought you were almost here," Sam questioned, I sighed, a wince covering my face as his voice calmed me just like always. The memory of his smile consumed me.

"I got scared," I winced, a part of me wanting to block his number and never have to deal with this.

"Scared? Why?" He pressed. I gulped, rubbing my forehead as I tried to bite my tongue.

"You're not what I expected," I explained and he paused.

"Oh," He sounded a little disheartened.

"No, I mean. You're too hot," I cringed as I moved the phone away, mentally begging the world to save me from such an embarrassing conversation. Sam chuckled.

"So, you stood me up because I'm too hot?" He asked a smirk clearly in his tone.

"It sounds weird when you say it like that. I just thought that when we meet you wouldn't be as attractive as I pictured you'd be and my feelings would just pass," I explained, half distracted by the memory of his appearance.

"Feelings," Sam commented, my eyebrows furrowed as I wondered why he had said feelings. Feelings? How does he know about my feelings? OH MY GOD, I'M AN IDIOT!!!! I facepalmed as I considered banging my head on the bar top, repeatedly. "Why don't you come back and I'll tell you all about my feelings towards you?" My mind was wiped as I recognised he had a slightly deeper tone, something telling me that he was deep in thought. I bit my lip, not having the nerve to say anything. "Maybe this time you can sit with me rather than staring at the poster." My eyebrows furrowed, realising that he had figured out that was me. I blushed as I considered going back. "Or maybe I could come to you, I do have to warn you that if you get me drunk I can't promise I won't try to kiss you," He joked, his smile growing at his words. There was a pause as I smirked.

"I'm in the bar across the street," I explained, he chuckled as I heard him shuffling things around, clearly getting ready to leave.

"See you soon," He added before ending the call.

The rest of the day was perfect. He came to the bar, instantly knew who I was and sat with me. We drank and talked, it felt normal, natural. Just like all of our phone calls. We concluded the night with a kiss, a heart racing, tongue dancing, hands exploring kiss. Sam ended up calling Dean to pick us up, he'd dropped Sam off and I wasn't able to drive. We headed back to the bunker, our slightly drunk state making us forget my bags in the boot. I didn't intend to stay here but Sam and I hit it off so well that I never wanted our conversations to end.

Sam gave me one of his shirts to sleep in, we sat on the couch eating ice cream and talking. We exchanged stories of how we knew we had a crush on each other and ended up falling asleep on the couch together, I woke up in the middle of the night to find Sam had interlocked our fingers, holding my hand as we slept. I snuggled in close to him, cuddling him as he slept. I fell back asleep with a wide smile on my face and love in my heart.

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jjtheresidentbaby · 1 year

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ demon daycare ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹

|| dean winchester x reader | part 2

prompt: imagine dean got caught by a demon and it distressed him to the point he involuntarily regresses and the demon just looks at him and goes "Well what else can I do?" and cgs him, and its a good time

a/n: for @teddybear-kiddo <3

warnings: demon!reader, little!dean, involuntary regression, knives, minor injuries, canon typical demon stuff, swearing

You twiddle the tip of your knife on your thigh as you take a minute to breathe, you’ve captured the infamous Dean Winchester, you deserve a breather. Any other demon that’s taken either of the Winchester brothers has either not lived to tell the story or has warned against going anywhere near either of them.

As you look over to Dean you really don’t see the big fuss, if anything he looks particularly small compared to what you imagined. He had been a bit mouthy at first but that died quickly, still hasn’t given up the information you need though. It’ll come soon enough and hopefully before his brother comes busting in with that angel you know they drag around.

“You ready to talk yet?” You crouch down by Dean’s face, knife still held in hand, there hasn’t been much damage done aside from a nice looking cut on the side of his jaw. It’s artificial, won’t even need stitches.

“Hello? Im talking to you-.” You shut up seeing the tears falling down the Winchesters face when he turns to you. It takes you off guard for more than one reason, the biggest being that this is Dean Winchester, professional demon hunter and killer, not who you were expecting to be crying over a little cut.

“It’s just a cut, it’ll heal.” Your brow furrows watching how Dean only grows more upset and starts to thrash in the ropes holding him against the concrete pole in the warehouse you’ve dragged him to.

“I- I know.” He sniffs. It twinges something in you, something you have felt in a long time being a demon. You sigh to yourself, looking Dean over again, and god damnit you’re really considering untying him.

“Okay, tell me what’s wrong?” Dean’s cheeks blush fiercely under the question, trying to duck his head away only your hand catches his cheek to hold him steady.

“I- I want Sammy.” He whimpers quietly. He sounds like a child. Then it hits you, he looks like a child, sounds like one, fuck.

“If I untie you can you be good and not run?” Dean nods jerkily to you and you pray to lucifer he keeps that promise as you undo the knot at the back of his wrists.

The ropes drop, Dean doesn’t bolt. Step two you suppose, you know there’s a first-aid kit somewhere around here, it’s hung on the wall from when the warehouse was still in use. It should have everything you need to patch up Dean’s face.

“Stay here while I go grab a first aid kit.” Before you can fully stand Dean’s hand grabs yours, eyes big and pleading, as if he doesn’t want you to leave. He’s younger than you assumed, you know what age regression is, whoever your vessel is has a few facts about it stored away, it seems to be coming in handy.

“Okay, but no running.” You wait for Dean to stand, watching with a small smile how he stumbles and reaches to hold onto you tighter for balance.

It takes no time at all to grab the first aid kit and sit Dean back down to start cleaning the cut. After disinfecting and placing a butterfly strip to hold the wound together, you pet a hand through Dean’s hair. He leans into the touch and before you know it, he’s laying on your chest, arms around your waist and his head nuzzling closer towards you.

“Aren’t you scared? I’m a demon.” You ask a little breathless, a weird warmth is buzzing in your chest, you don’t know what it is but you like it. It grows when you wrap your own arms around Dean’s back.

“You’re not scary, you helped me.” Your instincts take over as you lean to press a kiss into Dean’s hair, you like this much more than the previous violence.

You two stay like that until Sam bursts in with Castiel in tow, both largely confused by the scene in front of them, but also relived that you haven’t done any serious damage to Dean. And as they all walk out to their car, you’re a little sad to see Dean go, maybe you’ll have to pay him a visit soon.

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gabriels-wings-of-freedom · 1 year

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A Shy Archangel

Who knew you had the power to turn the archangel Gabriel into a shy little school boy; who also happens to have a huge crush on you.

Gabriel falling deep into cupid’s pit with a sweet and high class female reader

You were an angel of a girl. Beautiful, kind, and elegant. So much so, it was one big mystery as to why you were with the Winchesters. The whole reason of you being with them was because your mother’s dying wish to John Winchester, their father, was to protect you. So, you stayed with the hunter family, but you didn’t take part in any hunting. You were a more research and lore kind of girl.

So, for all those years, you were the one who stayed back and held the knowledge.

Meeting Castiel and Crowley were alright. Despite the sass and confusion that they can have, they sound quite reverent. Especially Castiel, as most angels usually contain a sort of humble elegance when they spoke. All but one angel that you’ve met.

An archangel to be precise. Gabriel.

He was unlike any angel that you've met or read about. Gabriel was mischievous, a loudmouth, and was nearly as bad as Dean when it came to jumping in bed with any woman who wanted sex.

You look like a church girl. Is what Sam always said to you. He was kind of right. You tried not to swear, you didn’t drink no matter how many times Dean pushed you, and you were still a virgin. This is why Gabriel found himself so in love with you.

Actual love. Not just for a night.

You were so different, so sweet, and so thoughtful, even of him. There were times that you called him to the bunker just to share a cookie because you know how much he loves sweets. And each time, he curses his family, because he finds himself unable to meet your eye. Gabriel couldn’t find any words to say, which was very unlike him, and he got all these butterflies in his stomach.

He was so...shy around you. The trickster in him just vanished and he acted so opposite of himself. Dean teased him and Sam felt sorry for him.

“Hey Y/N...you want a drink?” Gabriel gets so scatter-brained when it comes to thinking about you. So much so that he forgot your distaste for alcohol when he went to grab some for everyone.

You looked up from your book to see him holding a bottle towards you, hand shaking slightly. When you looked up at his face, Gabriel quickly turned his head away from you so he didn’t have to look into your e/c eyes, causing a bit of his brown hair to fall over his face.

“Thank you, Gabriel, but I’m okay. Not my kind of drink.” You said with a sweet smile even though he wasn’t even looking at you. Dean snickered in the background while Sam slapped his shoulder. The archangel mentally cursed his idiocy as he offered you a slight smile, pulling his hand away.

“S-sorry...I...” However, Gabriel didn’t even finish that stuttering sentence as he just nodded to himself and went back to the kitchen. Dean was appalled.

“What about our drinks?” He asked in irritation as Sam hit him again. Meanwhile, a frown came to your face as you watched Gabriel sulk off.

“Was it something I said?” You asked the boys in front of you at the table. They looked at each other before Dean started to snicker a bit, causing you to look at him. He started shaking his head as he laughed to himself. The man couldn’t help it. This whole situation was hilarious to him.

“You did nothing wrong, Y/N. Gabriel just has a little crush on you.” He said with a smirk which caused Sam to nudge him sharply.

“Dean.” Sam whispered with a “what the hell” look on his face. Dean just gave him that look straight back.

“What? If I don’t say something, nobody will. Besides, as entertaining as this is, I’m tired of watching an archangel act like fifteen-year-old who has no experience with women.” Dean said and you both looked at him, wondering why that was his comparison. The older Winchester looked around before meeting Sam’s eyes.

“Like how you were.” He said to his brother and Sam sighed, giving him a slight glare as that was not something that needed to be said. Meanwhile, you were just sitting there and taking in Dean’s words. Gabriel likes you? That would make his behavior make sense, but still.

“He...likes me?” You asked them, a slight blush coming to your face.

“Madly.” “Oh so much.” Sam and Dean said at the same time. You smiled to yourself. Truthfully, it was hard not to like Gabriel. Even after all he’s done to you guys, his playful and energetic nature was something you found endearing. However, it seemed to be put on halt when you were around, causing the eccentric man to take it down several notches in hopes to appease you.

It was very cute.

“Alright, I’m back.” Gabriel soon reappeared with drinks for everyone. He handed Sam and Dean their portion before claiming one for himself. Hesitantly, but also seemingly excited, he took a seat next to you. It took him a few seconds, but he gained enough courage to snap his fingers and have a glass of apple juice.

“Something special for the lady.” He said with a shy smile, and you beamed. Dean then cleared his throat before standing up, forcefully grabbing Sam’s arm to make him stand up as well.

“Well, as adorable as this has been, we are going to leave the two of you be, so our feathery friend here can get something off his chest.” Dean said in what sounded like a friendly manner. However, anyone would know that he was just getting under the other man’s skin. After all the shit Gabriel put him through, this was just desserts.

“Dean.” The archangel said in a warning tone.

“C’mon Sammy, we have things to do.” Dean pulled his brother along back towards his room. Sam looked back at Gabriel, who gave him a look that said “please don’t leave me”. However, the younger Winchester gave him an apologetic look before disappearing, leaving the two of you alone.

Glancing over at him, you saw that Gabriel was staring at his lap, which his hands were folded on. He was wringing his fingers together and tapping his foot every now and then. His wispy brown hair fell over his face, barely concealing his very red cheeks.

“Gabriel...I already know how you feel.” You decided to just rip the band aid off for him because you felt pretty bad about what Dean did. It wasn’t his place to jump in and say anything for Gabriel, even if the archangel struggled to do so himself. You saw him peek out at you from behind his hair.

“Dean told me.” You confessed and you saw a flicker of anger in those honey brown eyes.

You guys sat in silence for a bit before Gabriel sighed. Seeing as his feelings for you were out in the open, he had no reason to hide anymore. Still, that didn’t stop a swarm of butterflies from attacking his stomach when he looked at you. You were looking at him for an explanation.

“I guess...I was just intimidated by you. You’re a different kind of woman than I’m used to. I felt...I felt that I needed to earn you. That you weren’t just a ‘one night stand’ type of gal.” He said with a bit of laughter, looking back at his hands. You smiled sympathetically, feeling a bit flustered that he viewed you so highly. Scooting your chair closer, you placed a hand on his shoulder and rubbed it slightly.

“Intimidated by me? I should be intimidated by you, Mr. Trickster.” You said teasingly and Gabriel just tilted his head back down, hair falling back over his face, but there was a smile.

“Why do you have this effect on me...?” He whispered with a grin, a blush on his face. You giggled a bit as Gabriel soon joined in as well. You moved closer till your sides touched and his body went still.

“Don’t worry Gabriel. You don’t have to be shy anymore because...I like you as well.” You told him before using your hand to grab his face and pull it towards you to place a kiss on his cheek.

Your own heart swelled when you saw the little boy smile that crept on his face, and he looked around in bliss.

“Now, go teach the blabbermouth a lesson.” You said to him, patting his shoulder with a smile. Gabriel’s confidence soon returned after he realized that he won the heart of his lady. He looked at you and booped you lovingly on the nose before standing up.

“Oh Dean...” Gabriel called out, his fingers ready to snap and send the older Winchester onto another hellscape. You giggled and opened your book again, listening out for the chaos to come.

Meanwhile, Sam has never run so fast in his life.

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justonemoregayboy · 2 years

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Morning teeth brushing routine

Dean Winchester x Male!reader

Warnings:Smut

word count: 2520

requests are open🖤

English is not my first language sorry if there are spelling mistakes enjoy reading.

Getting out of bed, Y/n changed into just a set of small briefs that barely covered his bubble butt. Even with Sam being out on his daily routine of running and Jack heading out with Castiel to investigate anything that caught the nephelim's attention, he still wasn't alone in the bunker. And he couldn't walk around with nothing but a smile.

Speaking of which, just like his big worked breasts, his smile was something he cared about a lot. His first stop after leaving his bedroom was the bathroom. After a quick brush of he tousled hair from his face, the next brush he picked up was for his teeth. With some toothpaste he went to work diligently maintaining his beautiful smile.

The bedroom door at the other end of the hall opened. A mature man walked down the hall to the kitchen to eat breakfast. He walked past the bathroom door and paused for a moment, seeing Y/n on the bathroom counter in he underwear.

Breakfast could wait.

Y/n glanced out of the corner of his eye as the man's reflection appeared in the large mirror in front of him. The defined contours of his muscular body suited he in he job as a monster hunter. His eyes swept over his washboard abs to see that he too was wearing only his underwear. The material of his briefs tightened as he struggled to contain the other impressive attribute of his. He couldn't be more excited to get up close and personal with the hot Dean Winchester.

Like most fucking hot men, Dean had a nearly insatiable libido. Lately, the restrictive nature of his job made it difficult for him to find a good hole that he could regularly drain that beast into.

Y/n's eyes followed Dean as he walked behind him. While he was still brushing his teeth, he wordlessly slid his thumbs into the hem of his briefs just enough to expose his privates. A small rope of arousal from him clung to he crotch. He had been anticipating this, and it was already pretty wet down there.

He knelt down and grabbed his ass with both hands, parting his boy pussy with his thumbs and giving him a long, slow lick. It wasn't meant to be a full course of foreplay. If he had woken up a little later and caught him at the breakfast table, it would have been a different story, as he would have crawled under him to grab his own breakfast. With a mouthful of toothpaste and his mouth probably sporting morning breath, this was merely a polite good morning kiss to his little hole.

He stood up and pulled his boxers down far enough to let his angry morning wood spring freely against Y/n's ass cheek with an audible thud. He held the thick girth of his shaft in his hand and guided the tip to the slippery underside of him, rubbing it up and down to lubricate himself well. After briefly teasing him, he slid into him unceremoniously. He put he hand on his hips and pulled Y/n toward him as he thrust into him, filling him with the full length of his cock in one fluid motion.

Y/n felt butterflies in he stomach. Even though it was something he had come to expect, nothing could really prepare him every time he felt him filling he completely. It was never hard on him. At least never too abrupt. He didn't crash it. But still he grunted involuntarily as he was thrust into he fist, thrusting that big cock against his sensitive prostate, literally taking his breath away for a moment.

He held it there until Y/n could get used to the size of him inside of him. Once he started breathing again, he began to move in and out of his ass, slowly and tenderly, pulling and pushing into that tight hole. His strong hands moved from holding his hips along his toned body to his chest, cupping them with a firm grip as he played with his sensitive erect nipples.

Feeling Dean in heat now, he vividly remembered the first time.

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It was a morning like any other. Dean found him on the bathroom counter brushing his teeth, both of them in their underwear. He greeted him silently with a hug from behind him, wrapping his arms around he waist, pulling him close. He could feel the size of his hard morning wood like steel wedged against his butt. It was a game he liked to play, to see how far he could push his limits before he pushed he away. Usually a firm elbow to the ribs was enough to send him off without any resistance.

But for some reason, this time, Y/n didn't. Maybe it was because he knew there was something very big inside those underwear burning for him. Maybe it was because it was that time of year when he wasn't thinking clearly. But whatever it was, a part of him was genuinely curious as to how far it would go. He allowed his embrace to linger.

Emboldened, Dean caressed the back of his neck and he moved his hips, rubbing against Y/n, sliding his shaft up and down between his cheeks through the thin fabric of his boxers and his cheeks from Y/n's tiny underwear. One of his hands moved up the length of his body to the bottom of his chest. He must have expected him to push him away for that. But I never arrive. His hand slid up to cup his chest through the skimpy shirt that barely covered him. His finger found and circled the tip of he nipple immediately. It was easy for him to find it, digging hard against the material of the garment. His thumb joined he, giving he just the lightest of pinches.

It was no longer a mere hug, a careless touch that they could both dismiss. It was clearly obvious to both of them the sexual nature of this embrace. They both knew it. And they both knew the other knew it. And yet, Y/n didn't try to stop him. Instead of startling him to his senses to redouble his resistance, he found himself melting into his embrace.

He hips grinding against him moved in longer strokes. He couldn't see it, but he could feel the bare flesh of his penis protruding from the top of his boxers against the base of his butt. He was so focused on the sensation that he almost didn't notice his other hand slipping its fingers into his underwear. But feeling his finger sliding into the top of his hole was a sensation he couldn't ignore. But he didn't want to anymore. His body shuddered as he felt he finger encircle his orifice. The strength in his arm bracing against the bathroom counter failed and he fell forward onto he elbows, and he moved with Y/n.

Dean took that as a sign. His hand in his underwear pushed he down to the middle of he thighs.

Y/n looked at the mirror. His muscular body towered over him. He had strength, yes. But he too. And between the two of them, he was much stronger if we talk about combat. If he wanted, he could take it right now, whether he allowed it or not. The idea scared and excited him.

If he told he to stop, he wondered if he would. He surely would, he always stopped first. But a part of him feared that this time he wouldn't. But a bigger part of Y/n was afraid that he would. And so he fell silent.

Behind him, he erection was almost completely out of he boxers. With he hand free of he, he angled it down between he legs before wrapping he strong, muscular arm around him again, holding him tight and teasing he breast again as he thrust. The side of he shaft slid against he boy pussy, surprising them both with how wet he had become.

He hand playing with his on he cock hadn't stopped as he continued to stimulate him more and more. He muscles were putty on he hands. He mind was a misty haze of excitement. He ability to even defend self was useless. And with the bulk of him pinning him against the bathroom counter, and the feel of his teeth against he neck, he was completely helpless to stop it and he knew it.

He hand playing with his cock moved between he legs to point he cock up. The tip pressed against the entrance of his boy's pussy and he stopped, froze, absolutely still.

Y/n looked at him in the mirror. His entire body was shaking as he gasped with animal lust. From the moment he first started up, he buried his face in he hair, inhaling the heady musk of a whore in heat. And now, in this final moment when he would be most lost in his instincts, he looked up from the nape of his neck to his eyes in the mirror.

He face was flushed with excitement, as much as his. His eyes were narrowed with lust, but in this moment of clarity, he could see that they were also tinged with fear. For a few seconds, he looked at he and Y/n looked back at him. It was clear that he loved him. He wanted him so much that it hurt he, even now, to deny self. But he realized that he was waiting for he permission.

Y/n could say no, and he would stop. He knew that he could. That it would be the right, albeit cruel, thing to do. As the arduous seconds passed, his eyes sparkled. There was no yes. And the cold sobriety of what he had done, of what he was about to do, with his best friend no less, had begun to sink in.

But just when all hope seemed lost, Y/n gave Dean the slightest nod. His Dean's face lit up with the joy of every morning and birthday and Christmas party combined. His arms wrapped around him and he hugged him tightly, pulling him to him as he pushed self into Y/n.

That was the first time Dean took his breath away. He wasn't used to such length and girth stretching him out so completely. Not that he hadn't had big cocks inside him before, no way. But Dean had certainly gotten the best of the Winchester genes. And something else . He took a bit of work, a bit of time and patience on both sides, but the depths of him managed to stretch enough for him to wield. Through his efforts, they treated him to feeling his heavy balls against his stretched hole every time he bottomed out with him.

Dean pressed his face against the back of his hair again. Not to enjoy his scent, but to hide his face. But it wasn't enough to quell his desperate, cathartic moans as he finally managed to get him into heat after so long. It broke he heart to hear it. If his back was turned, he would have hugged he back.

While he had waited for this moment, now he just wanted it to last forever. But it wasn't going to be. The sensation of Y/n of him coming increased the pressure around his cock, the massaging squeezes milking him for all he had, and the wetness dripping down his legs was too much. That, coupled with the wet sounds of his hips bumping rhythmically, accompanied by Y/n's moans in lustful passion, was a symphony of pleasure beyond compare. He could not stand it any longer.

He wielded it one last time. Y/n's eyes widened. As with so many things, he should have expected this, but he wasn't ready for it. His hand cupped his belly and the bulge in his abdomen swelled as he felt the tip of him widen, deep inside him. His embrace tightened, pulling him against him harder than ever, pressing the tip of him against his prostate, battering it as hard as he could. He felt his shaft throb and pulse as he pumped load after load, delivering it deep inside Y/n, with nowhere else to go but straight through he rectal canal, flooding he belly with a torrent of thick, pent-up seed of Dean who seemed to want to be able to raise him until he was pregnant with his baby.

For a long time, they stood together like this, panting and coming down from the euphoria of their shared climax. Neither of them could hardly believe what had just happened. Each wondered and worried if the other was upset or sorry. But once Dean was physically calm enough to back away, they had a long talk about consent and boundaries for next time. It was too many small potatoes for Dean to accept. All that mattered was that there would be a next time. And some time after that. And some time after that.

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So it was. And while it became as much a part of his morning routine as brushing his teeth, it never stopped being special. He looked at self in the mirror and Dean looked back at he, meeting he eyes, watching them flutter every time he trembled from coming so hard. Especially when he came at the same time as Y/n. They had gotten pretty good at it. He loved feeling Dean come deep inside him.

As soon as Dean finished, he backed away carefully so as not to let he get away. He pulled up his underpants as they were before they got there. He gave he a sweet kiss on the cheek before heading downstairs to make them breakfast while Y/n finished brushing. Y/n put he palm to he belly. He would get to feel a part of him inside he while he wasn't at work for the day. And just like brushing his teeth, he always left him with a beautiful smile.

Dean carried out his duties with a clear head, which allowed him to improve his hunts quickly while the other men in the bunker didn't understand why he was always so relaxed. And Y/n could be as happy as ever at home with his friends, feeling no resentment for being physically neglected. As per his wishes, he never told anyone who was the boy who made him practically glow when they all got together for dinner. But everyone could clearly tell that he was happier than he had been in a long time. For everyone, it was enough just to see him smile.

After all…

It was the prettiest thing he could wear.

#dean winchester x male reader #dean winchester x male!reader #male reader #male reader insert #supernatural x male reader #spnfamily

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zorosleftshoe · 1 year

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Second Choice - (d.w)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!reader

Summary: Dean and Jo were perfect for each other. What happens when Meg threatens what Dean loves most?

Warnings: angst, swearing, blood

I knew Dean always had a soft spot for Jo. Hell, they were practically friends by default. Ever since they were little Ellen and John had been forcing the two towards one another.

That was until the hunting incident with Jo and Dean’s fathers. Even though Jo and Dean had been thick as thieves, when she heard the nature of what had happened with her father, she began to withdraw from Dean. That’s when I noticed his interested in me peaked.

I had met Sam and Dean when they were in Wichita hunting down a nest of vamps. They didn’t take kindly to new hunters and preferred to do things on their own. Yet, once the nest was taken care of they were more than willing to invite me along with them.

Dean and I were special. He would make passes at me and with every ‘sweetheart’ that fell from his cherry colored lips butterflies would erupt in my stomach. And throughout all those moments, all the pet names, the long nights, there was always one thing holding him back.

She showed up one night in a tight black dress. Earlier that morning Dean had been on his phone but the distance between us was evident. I knew who it was and what it was about. He loved Jo. Anyone with eyes could see that. Dean was dressed in his nicest flannel when he opened the door for her. She politely stepped through and smiled when she met my eyes.

“Hey! Good to see you.” I grumbled in response. It’s not that I had any bad blood with Jo. She was a sweet woman. But the way Dean’s eyes sparkled when she walked into a room left a bitter taste in my mouth. “Are you ready to go?” Dean nodded and quickly grabbed for his keys.

“D-Dean?!” My voice sounded urgent as I called for him. He reappeared in the doorway with a look of confusion masking his face. “What about the hunt? We still have research and-“ he cut me off with a small chuckle.

“I’ll be back in an hour. Two tops. We’ll finish it all then, okay?” My heart ached at his words but I knew there was no wagering with him once his mine was set. After one too many failed attempts I knew when the battle was lost and when all I could do was tuck my tail and walk away. The minutes seemed to drag as I sat there on the musty motel room bed lost in my thoughts. Why couldn’t Dean love me? Why did it always have to be Jo? What did she have that I didn’t? After a few more minutes I decided some fresh air would do me well.

The burger joint was only a ten minute walk from the motel and the cool Saturday night air was refreshing. I inhaled deeply as the wind blew passed me. A few twigs snapped to my left causing me to stop in my tracks. Suddenly my pocketknife felt heavy in my pocket. I had left any and all weapons that would actually protect me at the motel. Another twig snap pulled me from my thoughts.

“Look, I don’t know who is out there, but my boyfriend is big, mean, and he’ll kick your ass.” A low chuckle came from somewhere in the brush.

“You mean the same boyfriend who is currently out with another woman?” When she stepped into the light coming from the street lamp my heart dropped into my stomach.

“Meg.” A sickening smile crossed her faced.

“In the flesh.” She chuckled at her own joke before taking a few steps towards me. “I’m not here to hurt you. I would just like for you to relay a message.” Her eyes flickered black for what seemed like half a second and without warning my knees were buckling and my head was forced back. “Dean and Sam cannot stop what is coming. If they continue to pursue this sick fantasy of saving the world and stopping my Father, I’ll come after what they value most.” With those words the grip she had on me was released and she was gone.

With the burger joint completely forgotten I stumbled back to the motel. The impala sat out front and I had to double time back to the room. I knocked viciously on the door and within seconds Dean answered. His eyes widened in concern when he saw the state I was in. He quickly ushered me into the motel room and helped me sit down on the bed.

“Calm down, sweetheart.” He said softly. His hands were soft against my skin. His thumb tubbing gentle circles on my exposed thigh where the pajama shorts had ridden up. “I’m here. Just tell me what happened.” When I met his eyes I could see the worry he felt. How deep it went.

“Meg.” His eyebrows furrowed together at the sound of her name. “She wanted me to warn you about what’s coming.” Warm tears pricked at the corners of my eyes and I attempted to wipe them away but Dean grabbed my hands. “If you don’t stop she’s gonna come after you.” I paused looking up into those green eyes I had fallen so many times for. “She’s gonna take what you value most.” I could feel his breath hitch. “You have to protect Jo.” His hands fell limp in my own. It was my turn to be confused at his actions.

“What do you mean?” I groaned at his negligence.

“Dean, this isn’t a joke. This is serious.” He let go of my hands and rose from the bed.

“I’m aware. More than aware, sweetheart. But I need you to explain to me what Jo has got to do with all of this.” I scoffed at his words. Jo had everything to do with this and why wasn’t he more freaked out that she was in danger? “Don’t go mute on me now, baby girl. What does Jo have to do with this?” More tears pooled around my eyes and I blinked them away before they could fall. “Hey, hey.” He went to reach out for my face but I pushed his hands away and stood from the bed.

“Are you serious, Dean?” He shrugged. “You’re in love with her!” My heart ached at the words that had never been spoken but carefully tiptoed around. “I know you won’t stop, Dean. But Meg was very clear about taking what you care about and anyone with eyes can see that the person you care about most in this world is Jo.” He tilted his head downwards and looked up at me with a look of disapproval. “Aside from Sammy. But you know they won’t hurt him because he is Lucifer’s vessel. But Jo?” I scoffed turning away from his burning gaze. “Jo is just as human as the rest of us. She’s not untouchable.” When I turned back around Dean was in close proximity. Our breaths mixing together as he stood so close. “They will kill her, Dean.” He looked down at our hands and shook his head before lightly entertaining our fingers.

“That’s where you’re wrong. I care tremendously about Jo but not nearly as much as I care about you.” He released my right hand and reached up gently to caress my cheek. “I was never in love with Jo. The only woman that ever caught my heart was you.” He paused moving the hand on my cheek to gently move a strang of hair behind my ear. “If they take what I value most, they would be taking you.” He gently lifted my chin with his pointer finger so our eyes met. “I won’t let that happen.” As the tension became too much between us I could feel myself leaning towards him. Ours lips hovering dangerously close.

“What happens when Jo comes running back? I can’t be second choice when it comes to her anymore.” Dean shook his head once more but didn’t pull away.

“I don’t have feelings for her. What led you to those conclusions, sweetheart?” The hint of whiskey on his breath was intoxicating in itself to the point I felt lightheaded.

“You and Jo are endgame. Everyone can see the way you look at her and the way she looks at you. Like you hung the stars in the sky.” He moved his hand to my waist in an attempt to pull me flush against him.

“I guess I never noticed how she looks at me because I was too busy looking at you.” I met Dean’s eyes and suddenly it was as if the world melted away. My hands found their way into his hair and tangled into the locks at the nape of his neck. His kiss was hungry as his hands explored my body as if it were foreign land. I reluctantly pulled away to catch my breath and once again I was met with those beautiful green eyes.

“I love you, Dean.” He pressed his lips against mine once more before rested his forehead against mine.

“I’m in love with you. I have been for awhile. I just never said anything because in this line of work, with this life, you don’t get that apple pie life. I didn’t want to put you in harm’s way.” I let my eyes flutter shut in content as I stood with the man I had been so in love with for years.

“I’m part of this life too. Whatever comes our way, we can fight it. As a team.” We stood in silence for a few moments before my thoughts got the better of me. “What does this make us?” He hummed.

“I want to be with you. In whatever way that may be. Your boyfriend, friend, acquaintance, as long as I’m in your life.” I smiled at the thought.

“Dean Winchester as my boyfriend. How lucky am I?” His laughter filled the motel room as Meg’s warning became a distant thought and the only thing that matter was the warmth of his hands on my waist.

#dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #supernatural

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hellhound-whisperer · 2 years

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A Mark All Your Own: Sharp Teeth

Pairing | Dean Winchester x female!reader

Warnings | Mark of Cain, angst, smut

Word count | 1,833

Prompt | Episode “Sharp Teeth”

A/N | I like writing from Dean’s POV, so I thought I might alternate that in this “series” every now and then. And since I couldn’t come up with a way to work the reader into this canonically, here we are.

“Dean!” I dropped the spatula on the counter carelessly, jogging towards the war room. She didn’t sound in trouble, but then again, it never mattered what I was doing; she calls, I come running.

I turned the corner, seeing her in front of her laptop. I walked up behind her, resting my hands on her shoulders, kissing the top of her head. “Yeah?”

She pointed at the article on the screen, and I leaned forward to read it. I turned to her, seeing the same shocked expression on her face I knew was on mine. “You think it’s Garth?”

She nodded, “Yeah, I think it might be. Should we go?”

I pulled out the chair next to hers, and picked up her small hands in mine. “Y/N/N, I think it’s better if you stay here, do some more searching for Abaddon.” She jerked her hands out of mine, folding her arms in front of herself. I knew she wasn’t going to take that well.

“Seriously? Dean, I’m fine.” I sighed, loudly, and ran my hand down my face.

“I know you’re fine, but sweetheart…”

“Don’t sweetheart me,” she snapped, and rolling my eyes without thinking didn’t seem to help, based on the scowl that followed.

“Y/N, this isn’t about you being fine, alright? We don't know jack about the Mark, or what Cain was warning you about, and after Kevin, I just…” I trailed off, trying to find words that wouldn’t offend her skills as a hunter.

“You want me to be safe,” she finished for me, her voice quiet. “I get it, Dean, I do, but I can’t just sit around here until we gank the bitch.”

“I know, I know. But this isn’t a hunt, it’s trying to find out what the hell happened to Garth. I’ll be back in a day. Can you please just do this for me?” I tried to copy Sam’s signature puppy-dog eyes, and she bit her lip trying not to laugh in my face.

“Fine,” her eyes rolled. “I will keep searching here, but you call me. A lot. And if you need help…”

“I will ask. Thank you, sweetheart,” I said honestly, more than a little relieved. I was worried about Sammy out there already, Kevin’s death was still a knife stuck in my chest, and I just needed to know she was somewhere safe, protected. I couldn’t lose her too.

She was looking at me strangely, so I leaned forward to kiss her before she could open that beautiful mouth and I’d have to lie, tell her I was fine.

Two days later…

I missed Y/N somethin’ bad, but for the first time, I wasn’t looking forward to her waiting at home for me. I’d only actually spoken with her twice, the last telling her we were wrapping up and I was heading back. As usual, it didn’t work out that way. I texted her that much, but ignored the call that followed. I wasn’t going to beg her to stay put in front of Sammy, and invite more questions about her, the Mark, and the next step.

It all went downhill from there. I tried to call after we cleaned up the wolf problem, but that time, she didn’t answer, so I texted to let her know we were fine, going to grab a couple hours and then I’d be back. Nothing. I tried to call before we left to meet Garth, but all I got back was a single text. Glad you’re alive. My Y/N had a temper that matched mine, but I couldn’t think of another time she was this pissed.

We walked into the war room to find her with her boots propped up on the table, swinging around a butterfly knife.

“Welcome home, Sam,” she said coolly, her eyes not leaving the blade she was twirling in the air.

“Yeah, um, hey,” he stuttered back, taken aback by her attitude. “I’m gonna go, we’ll catch up in the morning?” She gifted him with a tight smile and a nod, and Sam bolted down the hall towards his room.

Lucky bastard.

“Things good with Garth?” she asked, still not looking at me. I knew she was mad, but this was a whole new level, considering this wasn’t the first time she was benched on a hunt for one reason or another. I stepped toward her with the same caution I’d give pretty much anything we hunt.

“Uh huh…you wanna put the knife down for me, sweetheart? Makin’ me a little nervous,” I asked, trying to break the tension. I moved to drop my duffle on the table, freezing when she slammed her knife tip into the tabletop. “So, you’re mad.”

She finally looked at me, planting her feet on the ground in front of her, and leaned forward. “Mad? No, no, Dean, I’m not mad. I was terrified,” she shot back. “You told me you were coming home, everything was fine, and then I get a text that says,” she pulled out her phone dramatically, “‘Shit, guess we’re not done yet.’ Being your loving girlfriend, I call you to find out what’s up, and you ignored me. I’m a hunter, I get it, fine, he’ll call me right back.”

I ran my hand down my face as she leaned back, throwing her hands up. “And you did, sure. Five hours later. You know what I did in those five hours, Dean?” She looked at me expectantly, and I just sighed. “I got angrier and angrier at myself for letting you go without me, until I got my shit together and left. I was about an hour outside of Lebanon when you called.” She was still seething as she fell silent, glaring at me. I leaned on the war table, facing her, guessing at what the least moronic thing I could say would be.

I failed miserably. “Being terrified for someone isn’t so fun, is it?”

She shot up and marched right in front of me, arms crossed, yelling now. “Oh, is this some sort of payback? I took the Mark and scared you, so you let me think you were torn to shreds by a pack of wolves?!”

“Of course not,” I said, pushing down my own anger, doing my damnedest not to make this even worse. “I’m sorry I said that. And that I made you worry. I got wrapped up in the job, it moved pretty quickly after I texted you.”

Her jaw clenched, and I could see her hands tightening into fists against her sides. I gripped the table a little harder, stood up a little straighter, but kept our eyes locked. She was searching mine, looking for something, but I had no idea for what. So she completely took me by surprise when her hands shot out, grabbed my face, and pulled my lips to meet hers. She took complete control, kissing me like she thought it would be our last, and my cock twitched as my blood started flowing south.

I wrapped my hands in her hair, pulling her back just an inch to catch my breath, and I gazed at her, wondering how we got from furious to frisky so quickly. But she didn’t give me any time to think much beyond that, jumping up to wrap her legs around my waist, smashing her lips back to mine. A small part of me thought I should stop this, hash it out and get past it.

She must’ve sensed my hesitation, whispering against my lips, “Just shut up and fuck me.” My upstairs brain took a backseat, and I kissed her back, hard. I spun around, setting her fine ass on the war room table. She grabbed at my flannel, ripping it open and sent buttons scattering on the floor. The sound of the buttons hitting the marble flipped a switch in my mind, reminding me that we weren’t alone in the bunker. I wasn’t about to catch shit from Sammy for this on top of everything else, so I picked her back up, hands bracing her ass and walked to our bedroom, her nibbling at my neck and shoulder the entire way.

I kicked the door shut behind me, and braced her against the wall so I could unbutton her jeans and then my own. My fingers stroked her already soaked pussy, and a groan escaped my throat. I pushed her panties aside, dipping a finger inside her.

“Anytime now, Dean,” Y/N teased. Damn, the girl knew how to get me going. Her soft hand had already freed my hard cock, taking control to rub the head against her wetness. If rough is what she wanted, it was sure as hell what she was going to get.

I pushed her hand aside, lined myself up to her entrance, and thrust upward.

“Yes, like that,” she gasped. I took her lead, pounding into her over and over again, chasing her release. Her body started to shake, so I knew she was close. Circling her clit with my thumb, her trembling grew. I knew I couldn’t last much longer either.

“That’s my good girl, come for me, Y/N/N,” I panted, knowing it would be her undoing. Her pussy gripped me tight, and that was my cue to let go. I could feel every inch of her as I came, my hand slamming against the wall beside her. We were both breathing hard, and I swear I could hear her heart beating wildly. I stared at her in awe as we came down from our highs, trying to gauge if I’d managed to fuck the rage right out of her. She rested her forehead against mine, kissing me once before untangling her legs. I helped her stand, not fully letting go when she wasn’t steady yet.

Y/N placed her palm to my chest, pushing me back. I squinted at her, a little surprised she seemed to have recovered already. I might not be a young man anymore, but I knew her like the back of my hand, and she didn’t usually bounce back this quickly either.

I stared as she walked around me, undressing as she walked to bed and pulled the covers back. She slipped her gorgeously naked body between the sheets and asked, “You coming?”

I shook the shock from my mind, chalking it up to makeup sex, and followed suit. She settled into my side, resting her cheek on my bare chest. I threaded my hand in her hair, and pulled her closer.

“I’m sorry I worried you, Y/N.”

“I know,” she replied. “And?”

“And I won’t sideline you again, I promise.”

“Damn right.”

#dean winchester smut #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester fanfic #dean winchester x reader smut #a mark all your own #dean winchester series

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sunnydaleherald · 3 months

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The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Wednesday, January 31

JOYCE: Well, there are some things I'd be happy to see you share. Like the slaying. I mean, two of you fighting is safer than one, right? BUFFY: I guess. JOYCE: Unless, I mean, you heard her. She loves the slaying. Couldn't she take over for you? BUFFY: Mom, no one can take over for me. JOYCE: But you're going to college next year. I think it would be... BUFFY: Mom, the only way you get a new Slayer is when the old Slayer dies. JOYCE: Then that means you... When did you die? You never told me you died! BUFFY: It was just for a few minutes.

~~BtVS 3x03 “Faith, Hope, & Trick”~~

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The most unrealistic thing in all of Buffy. by Reviewingremy, multiple posters

What are some small gripes/funny things you've noticed that don't ruin the shows for you? by jumpingjellyf1sh

Anything in Buffy: The Buffy Vampire Slayer and/or Angel You Think Could've Been Utilized More? by Big-Restaurant-2766, multiple posters

If you had to choose one, which of these major episodes from S2 deserves the most praise? Innocence, Passion, or Becoming, part two by InfiniteMehdiLove

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cr-noble-writes · 4 months

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Playlist tag game

Thanks for the tag @spacebunshep Rules: post a screenshot or a list of your playlist titles and tag some friends. If you’re tagged, send op an ask about one of their playlists (you don’t have to tho).

oh man, this is gonna be a *list*. I have a lot of playlists so I will put most of them under a cut so as not to clog up the dash.

Virtue and Volatility Playlists

Viaticum- 6 songs, 19 min 45 sec Vicissitude- 5 songs, 17 min 57 sec Verisimilitude- 4 songs, 16 min 43 sec

Mass Effect Character Playlists

Reyes Vidal- 45 songs, 2 hr 44 min Scott Ryder- 6 songs, 21 min 6 sec Jack (Subject Zero)- 30 songs, 1 hr 48 min Jackson Shepard- 95 songs, 6 hr 14 min Alex Shepard- 129 songs, 8 hr 27 min ME1 Alex- 16 songs, 56 min 48 sec ME2 Alex- 21 songs, 1 hr 21 min ME3 Alex- 11 songs, 41 min 29 sec

Mass Effect Ship Playlists

Willenko- 2 songs (so far, I just started this one), 7 min 37 sec Jack/Traynor- 10 songs, 35 min 5 sec Jackson Shepard/Alex Atruzea- 10 songs, 37 min 26 sec Alex/Reyes- 13 songs, 46 min 4 sec Kaidan/Alex- 83 songs, 5 hr 17 min Reyes/Ryder- 28 songs, 1 hr 40 min The Crow & The Butterfly- 48 songs, 3 hr 8 min

D&D Playlists

Trill- 27 songs, 1 hr 41 min Trillip- 12 songs, 46 min 28 sec Briar, Hunter of Chepaxo- 22 songs, 1 hr 23 min

Mass Effect AU Playlists

The Ties That Bind- 16 songs, 1 hr 1 min I Shouldn't Hope To Know- 13 songs, 47 min 44 sec

Odyssey!verse

Argonauts- 3 songs (currently, still working on it), 11 min 37 sec

Supernatural Playlists

Sam Winchester- 11 songs, 40 min 5 sec Michael/Crowley- 161 songs, 10 hr 20 min Castiel- 24 songs, 1 hr 23 min Team Free Will- 28 songs, 1 hr 52 min Destiel- 65 songs, 4 hr 18 min Shaking Hands- 43 songs, 2 hr 40 min Country Destiel- 15 songs, 54 min 57 sec Destiel Port Song Drabbles- 4 songs, 14 min 20 sec Supernatural- 7 songs, 33 min 53 sec Dean Winchester- 23 songs, 1 hr 26 min I Fought The Law- 3 songs, 13 min 42 sec SPN Kink Bingo 2019- 20 songs, 1 hr 15 min

Writing Playlists

Epic Fantasy Writing- my monster at 790 songs, 45 hr 40 min Dystopia- 45 songs, 3 hr 5 min

Miscellaneous

Anime Openings- 16 songs, 54 min 59 sec Anime Rap- 36 songs, 2 hr 3 min

Holy Hannah, it took me like 30 minutes to type all this. I may have a problem. This doesn't even include other people's playlists that I've saved and listen to regularly haha

tagging: @nickelkeep @rotschopf-thedrow @waidwn @swaps55 @mallaidhsomo and @polarlys no pressure ofc <3

#tag games #playlist tag game #I have way too many playlists yall #I am sorry for how long this list is haha

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worstshippoll · 4 months

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Hi. Remember when I promised a second wave in June of last year? I forgot.

ROUND ONE, PART ONE of the BEST OF THE WORST SHIP POLL will begin on JANUARY 19TH at 2 PM PST. It will consist of the LEFT side of the bracket.

Propaganda IS allowed for this iteration of the poll, but will ONLY be posted to this blog if directly submitted. I WILL NOT post anything mean-spirited, inflammatory, or legitimately weird, please keep that in mind when submitting.

The bracket is listed in plain text under the cut.

(LEFT SIDE)

Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya (BSD) VS Crowley/Aziraphale (GOOD OMENS)

Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson (STRANGER THINGS) VS Reylo (STAR WARS)

Star Butterfly/Marco Diaz (SVTFOE) VS Spamton/Jevil (UTDR)

Harrier Du Bois/Kim Kitsuragi (DE) VS Herbert West/Daniel Cain (REANIMATOR)

Catra/Adora (SPOP) VS Akira Kurusu/Goro Akechi (P5)

Lapis/Peridot (SU) VS Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler (DR WHO)

Cole Cassidy/Hanzo Shimada (OVERWATCH) VS Takami Keigo/Todoroki Enji (BNHA)

Beauregard Lionett/Jester Lavorre (CRITROLE) VS Raiden Ei/Yae Miko (GI)

Katsuki Bakugou/Izuku Midoriya (BNHA) VS Jack Hakrness/Ianto Jones (TORCHWOOD)

Marisa Kirisame/Reimu Hakurei (TOUHOU) VS Rhys Strongfork/Handsome Jack (BORDERLANDS)

Kaname Madoka/ Homura Akemi (PMMM) VS Alhaithem/Kaveh (GI)

Ryuki Kuruto/Date Kaname (AI Somnium) VS Ethan Winters/Chris Redfield (RE7/8)

Hunter/Willow Park (TOH) VS Childe/Zhongli (GI)

John Watson/ Sherlock Holmes (BBC SHERLOCK) VS Dimple/Arataka Reigen (MP100)

Azula/Ty Lee (ATLA) VS Zuko/Katara (ATLA)

Nico Yazawa/Maki Nishikino (LL) VS Dean Winchester/Castiel (SPN)

(RIGHT SIDE)

Sasuke Uchiha/Sakura Haruno (NARUTO) VS Vriska Serket/Terezi Pyrope(HS)

Benry/Gordon Freeman (HLRVAI) VS Keith Kogane/Lance Mcclain (VLD)

Kazuhira Miller/Revolver Ocelot (MGS) VS Jotaro Kujo/Noriaki Kakyoin (JJBAP3)

Dave Strider/Karkat Vantas(HS) VS Sonic the Hedgehog/Shadow the Hedgehog(STH)

Mako/Korra (ATLA) VS The Onceler/The Onceler (THE LORAX)

Lavernius Tucker/Agent Washington (RVB) VS Chris Hartley/Josh Washington (UNTIL DAWN)

Piers/Raihan (PSWSH) VS Natsuki/Yuri (DDLC)

Greg House/James Wilson (HOUSE MD) VS Callie Torres/Arizona Robbins (GREY'S ANATOMY)

Kazuma Kiryu/Goro Majima (YAKUZA) VS Light Yagami/Misa Amane (DEATH NOTE)

Chell/GLaDOS (PORTAL) VS Adam Faulkner-Stanheight/Lawrence Gordon (SAW)

Tom Wambsgans/Greg Hirsch (SUCCESSION) VS Ryo Asuka/Akira Fudo (DEVILMAN)

Tsukasa Tenma/Kamishiro Rui (PRSK) VS Qrow Branwen/James Ironwood (RWBY)

Batman/The Joker (BATMAN) VS Getou Suguru/Satoru Gojo (JJK)

Mark Hoffman/Peter Strahn (SAW) VS Iki Hiyori/Yukine (NORAGAMI)

Jayce/Viktor (ARCANE) VS Hannibal Lector/Will Graham (HANNIBAL)

Dirk Strider/Jake English (HS) VS Ash/Serena (POKEMON)

#best of the worst ship poll 2024 #text post

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she4everyone · 1 year

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I've been trying to find some toe-curling and sheet-gripping smut bc I think I read it all. So this is my attempt to please myself.

Fuck Andrew

Dean Winchester x Female OC

Warnings: Smut (porn w/o plot) unprotected sex (please don't be like them), OC cheats with Dean, overstimulation, cunnilingus, face sitting

Spelling and grammar are not my strong suits

The attraction had always been there but was greatly ignored. Dean and Sonya had somewhat of an understanding. She helped out whenever needed and never pried on the boys' personal life. Dean felt as if he could trust her during hunts and Sonya felt the exact same. Although she would never admit it, Dean Winchester having some faith in her made all giddy inside. Sonya would be lying if she said she wasn't attracted to Dean. The older Winchester was a big-time hunter who demons feared, who knew how to please a woman, and who would move heaven and earth for the people he loved. I mean who wouldn't want that. After Dean had saved her from being the next ghost they hunted, she grew a little crush.

"Sonya get your ass inside this bunker," Dean says, watching Sonya look for an abandoned vehicle.

"I have to get home. Andy'll be worried. I'll just find a car," She explains, crossing her arms in front of her chest and locking eyes with the green-eyed man.

"Andrew is a grown man. He can go a night without you, princess," Dean retorts placing a hand in his pants pocket.

"I have to agree with Dean on this one. Andy is not a child who needs his mommy 25/8," Sam interjects as he unlocks the bunker’s entrance.

"You're right. He can go one more night without me," she agrees, following behind the brothers as they enter the bunker.

Once inside, Dean shows Sonya to her room and bathroom, allowing her to finally get a good shower. Sonya takes her time in the shower thinking about how she would explain to Andy why she hadn't come home immediately. After getting out of the shower Sonya sees one of Dean's grey tee shirts folded neatly on the bed next to a pair of sweats.

"Oh, I'm going to enjoy this too much," Sonya thinks to herself as she puts the shirt on.

It smells of laundry detergent but still has a hint of Dean on it. She reaches for the sweats and puts them on but they start to slip off.

"I guess I'm not wearing any pants," she mumbles as she leaves the room.

Even though it was around 1 AM Sonya was craving something sweet. She walks into the kitchen and looks in all the cabinets. Surprisingly the boys didn't have the sweets she was craving, but they had the ingredients for blueberry muffins.

"Jackpot," she softly exclaims, hoping not to disturb the boys. She gathers the flour, melted butter, sugar, baking powder, salt, blueberries, and eggs. Sonya puts her earbuds in and combines the ingredients while dancing to her favorite songs.

"It just goes on and on in the back of my mind. Do you remember the time when we fell in love? Do you remember the time when we first met, girl?" She sings softly while combining the flour, baking soda, sugar, and salt for her flour mixture. Once combined she folds in the frozen blueberries.

Surprisingly, the boys also had muffin tins, which happened to be on a very high shelf. Sonya assumed Sam and Dean had been sleeping so she ignored the fact Dean's shirt rode up her waist as she reached for the pan. Of course, she knew her ass was on display, all she was wearing was a thong, but once again, she believed she was all alone.

"I didn't believe you when you said you had a tramp stamp," Dean remarks, arms crossed and smirking as he leans against the door. Sonya's butterfly tattoo centered in the middle of her waist slightly above her ass was on full display.

"Why are you up?" She asks placing the batter in the tins occasionally looking up at Dean.

"Couldn't sleep and then I thought I was going crazy because I heard the soft singing of Do You Remember the Time by Michael Jackson," he explains as he walks closer to Sonya.

Sonya giggles at Dean's comments as she places the muffins in the oven.

"Just had to come and see the source?" She asks turning around to face him and leaning over the counter.

"Something like that. What's keeping you up?" He questions looking deeply into her eyes.

"I was craving something sweet. Plus, I just don't think I'll be getting much sleep tonight," she explains, biting her lip and twiddling her thumbs.

"You're thinking about that jackass, aren't you? If the thought of explaining why you had to crash at your friend's place induces anxiety, I gotta say you're probably not with the right guy," he says taking a seat on the island.

"He's all I know. We've been together since high school. I don't know anyone but him. Plus, I wouldn't even know how to move on. It sucks but sticking with what you know is easy," Sonya explains resting her cheek in her palm. She looks up at Dean waiting for him to respond.

"That's the good thing about being young. You have time to move on and meet new people," he informs her with a smile.

"You really dislike Andy, don't you," she jokes putting the dirty dishes in the sink.

"Andrew doesn't deserve what he's got," Dean shoots back.

"He works hard at his job. He's an incredible teacher," she says.

"I'm not talking about his job. I'm talking about you. He doesn't deserve to get you and then treat you like shit," Dean reveals as he walks up behind Sonya.

He places his hands on the counter, locking her in the space. He leans forward a little letting his lips brush against her neck.

"Dean," she says weakly, dropping the bowl in the sink and shutting her eyes.

"There's a sea of great men out there who'd kill for you. Give them a chance. There's one right here," he pleads, letting his head drop onto her shoulder. His arms snake around her waist as he holds onto her.

"Dean, if we go down this path we'll never be the same," Sonya explains.

"I don't wanna watch you be miserable with him when I know I could make you happier," he informs, turning her around.

Dean softly kisses Sonya, one arm wrapping around her waist while the other holds onto her cheek. He breaks the kiss to kiss around her neck.

"Dean," she gasps as she wraps one leg around Dean's waist, her back arching against the counter.

He makes his way back to her lips and begins to kiss her with more force. Biting down on her bottom lip, signaling her to open her mouth. Dean's tongue enters Sonya's mouth and swirls with hers as his hand sneaks under her shirt and grabs a hold of one of her breasts. His fingers twist and pinch her nipple as he continues to kiss every part of her he has access to. The two break apart gasping for air.

"Are you sure about this?" Dean asks looking deeply into Sonya's eyes once again.

"More than anything," she responds, wrapping her arms around Dean's neck.

Dean begins to kiss and nibble on her neck praying that he was leaving marks. Letting everyone know she was his now. His fingers begin to trail down her body and stop at the fabric covering her clit. Sonya lets out a sharp inhale, the quick touch causing her to get wetter than she already was.

"I can feel how wet you are through your panties," he says as he rubs light circles over her covered clit.

"Dean," she says in a shaky tone.

"What do you want?" Dean asks as he continues to rub circles over her clit and gradually adds pressure. Her leg that wasn't wrapped around Dean felt like jello at this point. He was the only thing keeping her steady at this point.

"I want to sit on your face," she says not understanding where the confidence came from.

"Okay, angel," he says letting go of her.

Dean gets down on one and kisses the inside of Sonya's thighs. Pulling her panties off at an excruciatingly slow pace, hoping that it was painful for her. He places her panties in his pocket the gets back up. The immeasurable amount of excitement coursing through his veins was unbearable. In just a few seconds, the goddess that is Sonya would be sitting on his face as he pulled as many orgasms out of her as he could.

Sonya was now confused until she saw Dean taking everything off the counter.

"I'd push them off to make everything super sexy, but I don't need Sammy walking in on this," he explains while he removes the last bowl.

Dean walks back over to Sonya and grabs the backside of her legs. She wraps them around Dean, wraps her arms around his neck, and kisses him with everything she has. He sets her down next to the island and then lays down on the island. He sits up to help Sonya on top of him then lays back down.

She makes her way toward Dean's face and places a knee on each side of Dean's head. He grabs a hold of her hips on and swirls his tongue around her clit. It causes her back to arch and pushes her pussy further onto Dean's face. He starts sucking on her clit making Sonya moan then quickly covers her mouth.

At this stage, Sonya had more control than Dean and began grinding her pussy onto Dean’s face. He motions for Sonya to keep rocking back and forth so she does. She moves faster and faster with each passing second. Dean maneuvers his tongue to slip into her pussy and taste as much of her as he can. It didn't take long for the pressure to start building in her lower stomach. A feeling she hadn't felt in a very long time.

"Dean I'm-" she exclaims as she leans forward to grip onto the island.

She grinds with all the force she has as she starts to come undone. The knot in her stomach starts to unravel and her legs begin to shake. She places one of her fists in her mouth hoping it'll silence her. Dean raises his arms to secure the back of Sonya's head as he gets up. He lays her on her back and gets off the island.

"What's going on?" Sonya asks, as sits up and rests on her elbows. Dean stands at the end and wraps his arms around Sonya's thighs, pulling her closer to him. He sucks on her clit and runs his index and middle finger along her slit.

"Fuck," shoots past her lips as she falls back.

Dean slides his fingers into her pussy and curls them in search for her g-spot.

"Do you think you could give me another," he asks as he pulls his fingers halfway out then slides them back in.

"Yes, yes please!" She whispers as she arches her back and pushes her hips forward.

Dean goes back to sucking on her clit loving how it affects her. How sweet she tasted, and how it would never be enough, no matter how much of her he got. He needed Sonya liked he needed air at this point. There was absolutely no way she would ever go back to Andy. Not as long as Dean was around.

He curls his fingers again but this time Sonya clenches around them as the pressure becomes intense again. She knows she close but she's too high to even tell Dean. He swirls his tongue around her clit once again and that was all it took. Sonya's legs wrap around Dean's head as she starts to unravel. Her eyes roll into the back or her head and she covers her mouth because this feeling was much more intense.

"Holy shit," Sonya pants.

Dean pulls her legs to bring her closer to him. He helps her sit up and kisses her softly. The kiss is tender and loving, a complete contrast to the actions he committed just a few moments ago.

"You did amazing," he tells her while caressing her cheek.

"You weren't lying when you said you knew a thing or two," she remarks running her hand down Dean's chest.

"I wouldn't lie about something like that," he says while shooting Sonya a questioning look.

Her hand slips into Dean's boxers and she rubs the tip of Dean's cock. She spreads the precum all over the tip then begins to slowly jerk Dean's cock.

"Fuck, Sonya," he mumbles against her lips as he begins to kiss her.

Sonya wraps her legs around Dean's waist pulling him flush against her. Her hand starts jerking Dean off with quick motions causing Dean to start to lose it. All he could think about is if her hand has him feeling like this what would her pussy do.

"Fuck me," she says against his lips as she pulls his sweats and boxers down in a swift motion. She opens her legs and rubs the tip of Dean's cock along her slit, spreading her wetness all over it. Dean grabs the base of his cock and slaps his tap against Sonya's clit.

"Say it again," he demands as he just barley pushes the tip of his cock into Sonya's dripping wet pussy.

"I need you to fuck me, Dean," she repeats as she pushes her hips forward causing Dean to entire her more.

With that Dean became a madman. He slipped his cock inside giving slow and shallow teasing strokes before giving her what she wanted. He quickened his pace fucking her with force and angling his tip to hit her g-spot. Moans and ineligible words were spilling out of Sonya's mouth as the best sex she had ever had was taking place. Dean's cock fit perfectly inside Sonya, as if one was the missing piece to the other's puzzle. Dean throws Sonya's legs over his should giving himself better access. He also mutter incomparable words under his breath.

One of his hand starts to abuse Sonya's clit, rubbing it in fast circles, wanting to feel her clench around him, while the other grabs onto her neck. He pulls her up by the neck in order to kiss her.

"You're so fucking good Dean," she mumbles against his lips as she once again feels that intense pressure, but this time it was much stronger.

"You want me to cum inside your pretty little pussy," he asks as he feels himself getting closer by the second.

"Yes, yes please," she instantly replies. Within a matter of seconds Sonya does something she had never done before. She shuts her eyes, going limp as she begins to squirt all over Dean.

He continues to fuck her, loving how good he was able to make her feel.

"Just like that Sonya, you're doing so fucking well," he says as he fucks her through her orgasm. As her walls begin to tighten around Dean he knows he's done for. After a couple more strokes Dean cums inside Sonya, falls on top of her with his cock still inside.

"I don't have words to describe how amazing that was," she says as she tries to catch her breath.

"I don't have any either," he says as his hand slips under her shirt once again feeling for her nipples.

"Next time I want you completely naked and I want to hear every sound you make," Dean informs as he pulls out of her. Some of his cum begins to leak out of Sonya's pussy and he quickly kneels down to lick it up. As he does Sonya runs her fingers through his hair.

"Too busy fucking to smell something's burning. I was able to smell it in my sleep," Sam says in an annoyed tone as he pulls the muffins out of the oven. He turns back around and heads to his room.

Once Sam is gone Dean gets back up and the two laugh. After trying their very best to be quiet they still woke up the moose. Dean kisses Sonya again, allowing her to taste how good they are together.

"So you're dumping shitface right," Dean asks he carrys Sonya bridal style.

"I'd be a fool not to," she retorts as she wraps her arms around his neck. Dean walks to his bedroom and lays Sonya onto the bed. The two cuddle until the next morning when they go to her shared apartment with Andy to pick up her stuff.

#dean winchester #dean x oc #cheating #romance #blueberry muffin #sam winchester #bunker #late night #dean #smut #dean winchester smut #dean winchester x black!reader

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