#dean winchester mini series

[daughterofcain-67]

𝒞𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝒟𝒾𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃: 𝓅𝓉 1

(Dean Winchester x Artist/Bartender!Female Reader)

(𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉 2) (𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉 3)

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You’re an artist that fell in love with a mysterious boy right before college. Then he left without any way to contact him. Decades later you’re an artist/bartender and you’re surprised to see who comes walking through the door.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: none that I can think of.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: I have no idea who actually did the cover art for The Prince of Thorns, King of Thorns and Emperor of Thorns by Mark Lawrence, the comic illustrations of the Maximum Ride series by James Patterson, or Cinder by Marissa Meyer. But I loved the artwork for the cover art and illustrations, so they deserve all the credit for their creativity. ((The artwork and references to the books is just to use to build Y/N’s portfolio, I do not own any of the artworks.))

It wasn’t easy being an artist. And it didn’t help that you seemed to be a starving artist at that. Everything seemed to have been done already. You supposed that your creative mind wasn’t as unique as you originally thought it would be.

You had countless sketchbooks in your home, just on one of your many bookshelves, purely dedicated to the sketchbooks you’ve had over the years. You’ve been sketching and drawing for as long as you can remember. You picked up on using water color and oil pastels sometime in high school when you were being experimental with your styles. But over the years you found that your luck expanding on your career was sort of a fifty fifty shot.

When someone hadn’t commissioned you to paint a wall of theirs, or if you weren’t working on a cover for some author - which was also another rare opportunity - You spent your time working at a bar in Wisconsin. It was some way to make some money after all, plus you did get to meet some pretty interesting people.

As for tonight, it was just another Thursday night for you and you were on your break. With that being said, you had your sketchbook out and you were sketching yet again.

Lately, in your personal sketchbook, you would draw the familiar face of a man you used to know. One that probably didn’t even remember your name, but you’d always remember his. You’d always remember his beautiful eyes that reminded you of the green forest, or the way his smile would light up any room he’d step into. You could remember the smell of his leather jacket, or the way that unusual pendant looked a little too good around his neck. You could still remember the sound of his laugh, or the flirtatious little tone and his mischievous smirk. He was a man you knew you could never forget, even after all these years.

“Drawing that mystery man of yours again, Y/N?” A work friend of yours named Danielle asked.

You glanced up at her while she adjusted her glasses and sat in front of you, “He’s no mystery.. just a memory.”

“You know, if you really can’t forget about him then maybe you should look for him.” She suggested and you shook your head.

“That’s not possible. Even when we first met during the summer before my freshman year of college, he was always traveling around with his father. It was a part of his career. And if anything, the guy’s still going it. They always traveled around the country.” You explained and Danielle pouted a little.

“You mean you can’t even track down what business it was? Not even by phone number or anything? Some company they ran.” She said and you rubbed the back of your neck.

“Did he even tell you what kind of business he was a part of?” You shook your head.

“No… he was really secretive and he always told me he didn’t want to freak me out. A part of me wonders if he didn’t trust me. Then after like two weeks together he ghosted me.” You admitted.

“And you’re still obsessing over him? Come on, you’ve really got to let it go. If he was that much of a douche to ghost you and if he didn’t even leave you a way to contact him, then you have got to move on.” Danielle told you and you knew deep down she was right.

You looked down at the picture again of your ‘mystery man’ as Danielle liked to call him. Just as you were about to put the pencil to your paper once more, Danielle’s hand got in the way and she dragged the book across the table and rotated it so she could take a look at your work.

“Okay, this guy can’t actually be real. No one is that attractive.” She said with a chuckle before she looked up at you once more.

“So what did you say his name was again?” She asked as she handed you the sketchbook again.

“Dean… Dean Winchester.”

“Dean… Not a bad name I guess. Better than like Brad or something.” She laughed.

“Any chance that he’s a reader? Maybe he’s seen your cover art on some books.” You shook your head.

“No, he’s not much of a reader. His brother is a reader though so.. maybe? Although who knows if Sam would read any of the books I’ve done the artwork for.” You shrugged, unsure if Sam read any fantasy novels or science fiction.

“His brother’s name is Sam? That’s a little anticlimactic isn’t it? Is it short for something?”

“I don’t think it’s anticlimactic. Simplistic. And no, I don’t think it’s short for anything, but I never really asked Dean about it. Never met Sam.”

“Hey! Y/N! Danielle! Y’all can’t leave me by myself, I just got here!” A second voice said and that was your other friend, Callie. She had a bit of a southern twang in her voice that was definitely different compared to your other coworkers.

You and Danielle both laughed and you got up from your seat. You closed your sketchbook and went back to the back of the bar to put your sketchbook in your backpack. Then you began to resume your shift. The sooner the night was over with, the sooner you could go home and maybe check your emails and see if anyone has reached out to you for any projects.

The next several hours went by and it was closing time at the bar. You walked out of the bar with the two coworkers.

“Have you two heard the news yet about the Nelson’s wife?” Callie asked and you glanced over at her, brow arched upward.

“No. I didn’t even know something happened.” You said.

“Well apparently when Mr. Nelson came home last night, his door was opened up and there were some kind of freaky claw marks on the door. When the boss went inside he saw that his wife’s guts were literally outside of her body. But you wanna know the weird thing of it all?”

“There’s a weird part? Just when I thought things couldn’t get any better!” You asked.

“Ha ha, very funny.” Callie replied, not finding your sarcasm amusing at the moment.

“The weirdest part was that her heart was missing. No weapon was found, no evidence of some kind of fur if it really was an animal attack. The police have searched the place top to bottom to find any clues or evidence of an animal attack. But honestly I’m surprised the bar was even opened tonight.” Callie continued.

“That explains why I hadn’t seen the boss tonight. He must be going through a lot. I couldn’t imagine losing my boyfriend in such a horrific way… and to actually see his wife like that? I can’t imagine.” Danielle said and you frowned a little.

As difficult as it was to learn about the loss of your boss’ wife, you didn’t think that your boss would be missing that much. The Mrs. didn’t exactly have a great reputation after all. She was a bit of the town harlot to put it lightly. It was common knowledge that she had been cheating on her husband for the past three years with several men.

“How is Mr. Nelson taking it?” You asked.

“Well as far as I know he’s been at the sheriff’s office all day for an interrogation. You know how it is, always suspecting the spouse first. I don’t know if he’s actually had the time to really mourn.” Callie replied.

“Well… surely it’s just some freakish accident. It couldn’t possibly happen again. The same animal wouldn’t strike the same town twice, right?” You said.

“I wouldn’t think so.” Callie said.

“Well just incase that animal is still around… make sure you get home safe! Why don’t we create a group text now just to make sure we all get home okay.” Danielle suggested.

“Honestly… that doesn’t sound like a bad idea.” You said and pulled out your phone.

Once the three of you were on the group chat, you split off into your different vehicles to go home. You made it to your apartment and shut the door behind you. You tossed your bag on the couch before you plopped on the furniture, then you reached for the remote and turned on the television.

There wasn’t anything good on TV so you changed the channel to Boomerang and watched some cartoons. They were playing the old episodes of Scooby-Doo and you smiled to yourself. You hadn’t watched this show in years and you felt nostalgic watching it. Then your mind wandered off to the old days. You started to think about the summer with Dean.

You shook your head, deciding that Danielle was right and you really should forget about Dean. It’s been years and you never saw Dean again after the best two weeks of your life. It wasn’t worth thinking about. So you grabbed your computer and checked some emails to see if anyone’s reached out.

Evidently there was an email for some author named Marissa Meyer. She was emailing you to compliment your illustrations for James Patterson’s Maximum Ride comics and for the cover art of some other books. Honestly you were surprised. She was writing to see if you’d be willing to do some cover art for one of her books. She emailed you the plot of whatever story this would be and she said the title she planned was Cinder. It seemed to be an interesting plot so you started typing out the response, letting the author know you’d be willing to make the cover art and that you just needed a deadline for it.

Shortly after you sent the email, you started looking at some inspiration photos on Google and Pinterest and that was when your phone started ringing. When you glanced down, you saw that it was a group call with Danielle and Callie. You smiled and you answered the phone before you lifted the phone to your ear.

“Hello?” You answered.

“Oh good, you answered!” Danielle exclaimed on the other line and you chuckled.

“Don’t worry, no animals have broken in to attack me yet.” You clarified and Callie laughed.

“See, I told you there was nothing for you to worry about. She’s probably getting ready to draw something and you broke her concentration.” Callie said and you hummed a little.

“Haven’t started just yet. Though about water coloring though.” You admitted since it had been a while since you’d used that medium.

“Well next time send a text! That was the whole reason why we made the group chat, remember?” Danielle continued and you grinned.

“Sorry for worrying you. I’m alright, and I’m glad both of you are alright too.” You insisted.

“Are both of you working tomorrow night?” You asked.

“I know I am.” Danielle replied with a little bit of an exasperated sigh.

“I’m not. I’ve got the rest of the week off.” Callie spoke up.

“The whole week? So we’ll see you when, Monday?” You asked.

“Yep. Needed a little me time and what perfect time would that be than having the weekend all to yourself?” She said.

“What about Dylan?” Danielle asked, referring to Callie’s boyfriend.

“He said he was… busy with something.” Callie said.

“You know, Danielle, you and Chris may like this one restaurant on South drive.” Callie said, talking about Danielle’s boyfriend and you felt like the odd one out, not having gone on a date in about three years.

“I’ll let the two of you talk about your boyfriends and your little date ideas.” You said and you were about to hang up before the both of them started talking to you to not hang up.

“Woah woah woah! Why don’t we get you hooked up with someone?” Callie asked.

“Yeah, that would be fun! I mean it’s been a while so what’s the harm in it? We can take you to the bar after work this Saturday night.”

You arched a brow before you looked at your bag that still had the sketchbook with the pictures of Dean in it. You supposed maybe going out this weekend maybe help you get over the memory. Dean was more of a phantom of that summer anyway.

“I suppose that could work. I get off at six. I can get home and get ready by seven or something.” You replied.

“Oh good! Maybe on break tomorrow you and I can go looking for some cute dresses for you to wear!” You cringed at Danielle’s words and you used your free hand to rub the back of your neck.

“Great.” You muttered with nervous laughter.

“Hang on, guys. I have to go. Dylan is calling me.” Callie groaned with some sort of annoyance in her tone and you wondered if everything was alright. However before you asked, she hung up.

“Wonder if she’s alright.” You said since Danielle was on the other line.

“Honestly I think she and Dylan have been in a bit of a rough patch recently. I wouldn’t be surprised if they break up by the end of the month.” She sighed.

“Rough patch? What’s been going on?”

“Well from what Callie’s ranted about, Dylan is developing some trust issues ever since she told him she didn’t want to live together.”

“What? They’ve only been dating for like a month and he wanted to move in?”

“Something like that…”

“Well you’re being awfully gracious for giving them the end of the month to end things. I’ll give them a week and a half if that.” You chuckled.

“You never know. Anyway, it’s getting late. See you tomorrow?” Danielle said.

“I’ll be there.”

Dean rubbed the back of his head as he walked down the stairs. Then he tied the strap of his robe around his waist as he made his way into the library just to see Sam reading a book. Not much of a surprise there. But this time it didn’t seem like it was a research book in his hands.

“Whatcha got there?” Dean asked, hearing his brother hum in response.

“It’s a fantasy series by Mark Lawrence. I’m reading the second one called King of Thorns.” Sam spoke.

“I didn’t exactly take you to be a fantasy ready. Always thought of you as more of a realist.” Dean admitted as he sat down across from his brother before he moved the laptop across the table. Then Dean opened it up so he could see if there was any new cases that sounded like his and Sam’s thing.

“Charlie recommended the book to me. Said that it was pretty good. Like it’s not Lord of the Rings good or Harry Potter good, but she thought it was worth the read nonetheless.” Sam said.

Dean hummed as he looked over at the book again and he caught a glimpse of the front cover, “Cover art’s pretty good.”

“Yeah… Charlie said the artist has done quite a little bit. She’d done the cover art of this trilogy and the illustrations for some sort of comic series based off some YA science fiction books. I think her name is.. oh hang on I think her name might be in the book.” Sam said as he flipped to the back.

“Oh here it is. Cover artist, Y/N L/N.”

Dean’s gaze shot from the book in Sam’s hand to Sam right after he read the name. That was a name he hadn’t heard in years. Felt like centuries really.

“Let me see that. I want to get a better look at the cover.” Dean said and Sam put his bookmark between the pages and handed the book to him.

As Dean looked at the cover, he admired the work. He suddenly began to recall that summer when he was a couple decades younger. Still fresh and when John was still around. He remembered meeting this beautiful girl in Wisconsin. You, in fact.

That was the best two weeks of his entire life. He remembered how great of an artist you were, how much he loved looking through the sketchbooks you showed him. He remembered you telling him way back when that you wanted to be an artist. Seems like you’ve come quite a ways if you’ve done some illustrations and some book covers.

“Has this artist done anything else?” Dean asked curiously.

“Since when were you interested in art?” Sam asked with a smirk as he leaned in, his arms folded in front of him on the table. Then the look of realization went across his face.

“Wait… Y/N. Isn’t that the girl from-“

“Wisconsin? Yeah.” Dean said and he chuckled.

“Honestly the best summer I’ve ever had.” Dean admitted.

“Why didn’t you ever go back to visit her? Is she a hunter? Maybe she could help us on some hunt sometime.” Sam said, trying to be encouraging but Dean shook his head a little.

“No, she wasn’t a hunter. In fact she was far from it. When I met her, she hadn’t even started college yet. Just graduated high school. She had no idea of the darkness in the world that we deal with and well… I wanted to spare her from it.” He said.

“Sounds like you had it bad. Dad wondered why it took you two weeks to end the case. He said it was awful long for you.” Sam smirked.

“Honestly, yeah. I did. if I wasn’t a hunter, I might have stayed. Maybe even go to summer school or work as a mechanic there to make a living just to stick around while she was on her campus. She was a sweet girl but I knew if I stayed, monsters would come and I didn’t want her exposed to that kind of shit just because I stayed around. I finished the case in a week but I stayed the extra week before I had to decide to move on.” Dean continued.

“Do you ever regret it?” Sam asked.

“Honestly, I don’t think she would even remember me.” Dean replied and handed the book to Sam yet again. Sam took it and set it down on the table beside him.

“I think she’d remember… anyway, as far as I know she’s just illustrated for that series and the covers for this series.” Sam said but he pulled out his phone to search your name.

“Here’s something… She’s painted some walls in the local elementary school building as well as a pediatrician’s office. But honestly I think that’s the only commissions she’s had. Other than that, based off her social media she’s just working in a bar.”

“A bartender? A girl of her talent should be working for some comic company. Maybe even character designing for some animation studio.” Dean said with a bit of surprise.

“Well, sometimes people aren’t always that lucky in life. But I agree with you, she is good.” Sam sighed as he closed out his phone before putting it back in his pocket. Then he turned his attention back to Dean who was looking back at the computer screen in front of him.

“Find anything worth while?” He asked his older brother.

“Well speaking of Wisconsin…. Turns out some bar owner’s wife was found dead. Police are calling it an animal attack but there wasn’t any evidence of an animal left behind. Then again there wasn’t exactly any evidence of humans either because apparently, intestines were outside the poor woman’s body and her heart was missing.” He said.

“So… werewolf maybe?” Sam suggested.

“That’s my first thought. We might as well head that way and check it out for ourselves.” Dean said and Sam nodded before Dean decided to get up so he could take a shower and get dressed before going on the hunt.

When Dean made it into his room, he decided that’s before he’d get dressed he’d look for something.

Honestly he wasn’t even sure if he still had this amongst his memorabilia. He didn’t exactly carry ugh outside of his pictures of his parents, Bobby and Sam and himself when they were younger. But when Dean opened up the auto man at the end of his bed and started looking through old pictures and papers, he moved his father’s journal to the side and then he found a black folder.

Dean let out a breath of relief as he pulled the black folder out and he sat down on the bed. The field was made of paper and it was a bit worn with the years of being moved around since they went from motel to motel a lot. Then Dean opened up the folder and he was pleasantly surprised to find that what he was looking for was still inside.

Inside of the folder there was a sheet of sketch paper with a drawing of both you and him on it. It was an old picture, Dean’s hair was longer and he didn’t quite have bags under his yees from the years of losing sleep because of a hunt. Then there was you, and you were even more gorgeous in person. Your talented hand didn’t give you justice on paper.

In the picture, you were wrapped up in his arms while the two of you sat down on a blanket in the grass. Both of you had a peaceful expression as you looked out at the lake. Dean could still remember the way you felt in his arms, remembering the moment you had drawn in the picture. It was the second to the last night that he spent in Wisconsin.

Dean smiled at the memory, knowing that even after so many years you still had a piece of his heart. But then reality started to get to him and he wondered if you had been married after college graduation. Did you have a family of your own? Dean calculated and by this time you had to be in your mid thirties like he was, right? Most people were arrived by then if they were lucky, and any man would be lucky to have someone so special like you.

Honestly Dean couldn’t help but wonder if maybe you still thought about him once in a while. Maybe late at night when you were watching a movie drinking some wine and drawing one of those covers Sam showed him, he wondered if you thought about him.

Dean put the picture back into the folder and placed it on the night table beside his bed before he grabbed his bag and some clothes to pack up. Then he got his other pair of jeans and a shirt to wear before he headed off to the shower.

Two days had gone by and that was the night you were supposed to go out with Danielle and Callie to some sort of club or whatever. Honestly you weren’t sure if dancing was your thing. You weren’t in your twenties anymore after all but when you were texting Danielle about it all she told you was that it was something to put you out there, give you something fun to look forward to this weekend.

At the moment you weren’t really focused on your little outing that night. You were a little more concerned about the fact that you hadn’t heard from Callie in the last couple of days.

It wasn’t like Callie. She typically texted you and Danielle at least once daily whether she texted some sort of joke or sent a picture of some silly picture first thing in the morning before going about her day and living her life on her days off. But it had been two days and you found it odd that she hadn’t sent any memes, jokes, or even talked about going out that night.

When the door opened you happened to glance up and you saw Danielle running in with a frantic expression across her features. When Danielle made eye contact with you, you realized she was rushing over to the bar to meet you.

“Y/N, have you heard from Callie lately? I saw her boyfriend this morning and he was out at some diner and he acted like he was just fine while he was sitting beside some girl.” She rambled, catching you off guard with how fast she was talking.

“What? No I haven’t, wait he was with another girl?” You asked.

“Yeah and you wanna know what else? I heard Nelson was visited by two guys in suits. I think the FBI is looking into it. Maybe they caught a glimpse of something with Nelson’s wife and they’re looking into it.”

“But the cops already talked to Nelson. That was the whole point of him not stopping by the bar at all like two days ago. Why would the FBI need to talk to him again? Poor guy’s already been through enough.” You said.

“Well, honestly I don’t think Nelson minds. I bet he’s a little glad he doesn’t have to deal with the constant heartbreak of his wife bumping ugliest with different men every other night.”

“Oh come on, that’s a little bit of an exaggeration.” You tried to give the former Mrs. Nelson the benefit of the doubt.

“Would you really be surprised if it was that often though?” Danielle smirked, you rolled your eyes a little before you started putting some of the clean glasses away to prepare for customers.

“Do you think the FBI will come here to see if we know anything? You know the manager’s out of town this week. What do we tell them if they happen to come in?” Danielle asked, starting to get a little worried, not much to your surprise.

“Danielle, breathe. If they come in and you spot them, just send them to me. I’ve got it covered. Not that they’ll ask anything we have any knowledge about anyway.” You said and Danielle took a deep breath before exhaling and nodding.

“I’m still worried about Callie.” She said.

“Well think about it… if you and your boyfriend broke up, are you going to want to spend a lot of time on your phone for the first couple of days? Or are you going to want to sleep and isolate for a while before you start making public appearances again.” You reasoned.

“I don’t know…”

“I’ll tell you what. After we clock out tonight, we can go over to Callie’s house and check up on her and make sure she’s alright.” You insisted.

“Okay… yeah that sounds like a plan.”

“Now… why don’t you go ahead and clock in and we can get the show on the road. They may not even come at all, and Callie will more than definitely be alright.” You insisted and Danielle nodded.

With that being said the two of you got to work. You were busily serving different customers at the bar with different drinks. Some you were used to making but apparently there were some visitors and they wanted something fancy. Two preppy looking guys had just walked through the door and made themselves comfortable at the bar. They looked like they were the country club type of guys.

“Hey, Miss! Can I get a Boulevardier cocktail over here?” One of them said. He had waved ginger hair and he was wearing a blue golf shirt.

“Yeah and I’ll have Vieux Carre cocktail, Darlin.” The other said. He was blond, hair parted to the side and he wore an orange golf shirt with white stripes.

These people must’ve had the worst taste in clothing, and an even worse taste in drinks. You couldn’t even try and pronounce these things and you weren’t even sure if you had the right ingredients for these stupid sounding drinks.

“Sure. I’ll get right on that for you fellas.” You replied and went to the back to get the glasses. Then you pulled out the phone to see what the heck those drinks were. Luckily for you, you had some similar ingredients, but you weren’t working in a fancy bar so you had some pretty basic drinks, they’ll just have to deal with generic.

You grabbed what you needed and started to make the drinks and you thought you heard Danielle’s voice followed by two gruff sounding voices. Yay, more customers.

You were too focused on making the drinks but that was when Danielle started walking towards the bar with the two men she was talking to.

“Y/N? I’ve got a couple of agents that would like to speak with you.” Danielle called.

When you glanced over you saw a familiar green pair of eyes, the ones that you’ve drawn numerous times. They’ve changed though, like they’ve seen so much more. But seeing Dean there… it was like everything in your world stopped and you accidentally dropped the glasses you needed.

The sound of the glass shattering on the floor snapped you out of it.

You immediately started looking for a broom but Danielle started rushing over to help you, “Don’t worry about it. I’ll get it for you. What did these guys order?”

“Thank you… Some cocktails with fancy names. I’ll send you the recipes.” You said as you wiped your hands on the apron.

“You okay? You look like you’ve just seen a ghost.” She said and you nodded a little.

“Yeah, I’m okay… I’ll tell you later.” You told her, not wanting to be wrong if your suspicions are correct.

You nibbled on your bottom lip softly before letting it go and you walked over to the two federal agents.

Dean was straightening up his tie uncomfortably. All these years later and he still hated these damned monkey suits but then he felt Sam nudge his arm and when Dean looked up, he could feel his breath taken away.

No, it couldn’t be you could it?

You looked so beautiful, time seemed to have done wonders for you and Dean almost found it hard to breathe at the sight of you.

Of all the towns this case had to take place in, it just had to be the one you lived in. Have you heard anything about the case? You didn’t know about all the ugliness out there yet, did you?

“My friend said you wanted to speak with me? How can I help you?”

God your voice brought back so many memories, but Dean couldn’t dwell on them. Besides, you probably forgot about him so what was the point? Still… it was eating at his mind.

“Um… yeah… Agent Peart, could you get us a couple of drinks and maybe talk to one of the other bartenders?” Dean said.

Sam looked over and raised a brow skeptically. Dean was lucky Sam didn’t really question it and the younger Winchester walked off, giving Dean the time to be alone with you.

“So Ms… L/N, right?” Dean asked, almost hesitant.

But he watched the corner of your lips turn upward into a smile, “Yes, Agent Winchester.”

Dean couldn’t help but smile at the fact that you did remember him after all.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d recall…”

“Dean, it may have been a few years since that summer but I’m not old enough for dementia.” You joked.

Dean couldn’t help but laugh a little and the two of you found a place to sit at the bar table. It’s been so long since he’s been this close to you and it felt just like it did before.

“So how’ve you been? How’s your father and the business?” You asked, Dean remembered that he never told you the exact truth. You had a lot to catch up on he supposed.

“Dad um… well he passed several years ago. About five years after that summer, actually.” Dean said and he watched the way you began to frown.

“I’m sorry to hear that… I remember how you used to talk about him and how close you were.” You told him and he gave a bittersweet smile.

“Things well.. they changed in the five years after. A lot did actually. But my brother and I actually take care of the family business.” He told you and you lifted a brow.

“If you’re an agent now, how do you have the time for a traveling business?” You asked and he felt his palms get clammy, knowing that might be a difficult thing to answer.

“Um… well… Agents like me and Peart aren’t always in one place, so I still travel a lot anyway and when I’m off duty I handle the business as much as I can.” He tried to explain in the most believable way possible.

“You never did tell me what kind of business your dad started. I was always so curious.” You said and Dean wished he could tell you the truth.

“Actually… I need to ask you a few questions. I’m sort of on a case and I don’t really have a whole lot of time to catch up this time around.” He admitted softly.

Dean felt his heart sank at the way your shoulders seemed to slump a little before you looked down at your glass of brandy. He wished he could spend as much time with you as possible, but he couldn’t afford to lose anymore people. People have already lost their lives because of him and he couldn’t afford to do that to you too. He couldn’t handle it.

“What is it you want to know, Agent?”

The switch to the professionalism in your tone pierced Dean through the heart. Maybe he should have asked Sam to keep him some company after all, but from the looks of it he was busy interviewing someone else and writing notes down like the nerd he was.

“The owner… did you have many interactions with his wife?” He asked and he watched you shake your head.

“No. Too busy working. Plus she seldom came here anyway. She was more of a promiscuous woman than anything else. Nelson knew that better than anyone else.” You sighed.

“Nelson.. do you think he’d ever want to take revenge on his wife or pay someone to do it?” Dean asked, making this seem like routine questions - in a way they were still important for a hunter’s case. Who knows, maybe Nelson could he the werewolf he was looking for.

“And risk losing the bar because he’s in jail? No. He was hurt by his wife’s actions, yeah. But for a while they tried to work on it, but then they separated for a month. After that they started living together again before the affairs started up again. And from the looks of it he didn’t have the time to deal with his adulterous wife if she wasn’t willing to change. But there were rumors of a divorce.”

“Do you think Nelson had any enemies? Someone that wanted to get to him through the Mrs?” Dean asked.

“Look, Dean. I don’t keep tabs on my boss and his wife. I don’t care about that kind of thing. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have customers to serve and you have a murder to solve. Don’t let me keep you.” You said and abruptly stood up and walked away to get back to work.

Dean rubbed his face before pinching the bridge of his nose, “Well that looks like it was a disaster.”

Dean heard the sound of his brother’s voice and he rolled his eyes a little before he got up.

“Let’s get out of here and compare notes…”

“You okay, Man?”

“I’m fine, Sam. Let’s just go.” Dean stated and he pushed his chair in before they walked out of the door after putting some cash on the table top for the drinks.

Once the two of them got into the car, Dean started the Impala and when he was pulling out he started to drive to the hotel, then Sam started to talk again.

“So why were you so in a rush to leave? What the hell happened back there?” Sam asked, causing Dean to grimace a little but he knew his brother wouldn’t let it go until he knew what was going on.

“You remember the girl we were talking about? The cover artist?” He said and Sam nodded.

“Wait, that was Y/N? Why don’t we go back? You two can catch up! It’s just a werewolf case, a milk run. I can handle this and give you time with her.” Sam said; and as much as Dean appreciated the willingness, he knew his chances were probably gone.

“Oh no… what did you do?” Sam asked when Dean went quiet.

“Why is it always something that I did?” Dean asked and Sam scoffed.

“Because, Dean. As smooth as you are with women you’ll never see again, you always screw up with the ones that matter and you let them go. Why are you trying to let this one go?”

“Because I can’t have what happened to Jo and Lisa happen to her. Even though Jo was a hunter, she still got killed! Lisa didn’t have experience with hunting, never wanted anything to do with it, and she just got in trouble just by knowing me.” Dean said sternly, beginning to speed because he wasn’t exactly focused on the road.

“Dean! Slow down! We aren’t on a roller coaster!”

Dean heard his brother’s panicky voice and he eased on the gas and tried to focus on what he was doing and eventually they made it to the hotel. Luckily there weren’t any cops on the road so he didn’t get pulled over or anything on the way. But he turned off the car and Sam cleared his throat a little.

“Sam, I don’t want advice on this one. It’s better to just let this one go.”

“Dean, come on. I know for a fact you still have that picture she drew for you. And you said it yourself, that was the best summer of your life! You deserve to experience that kind of happiness again. Especially since things seem to be so calm right now. No angelic wars, no apocalypses, things are quiet and you deserve a break.”

Dean was still quiet.

“And you still aren’t going to tell me what down at the bar, are you?”

With a grunt, Dean stepped out of the car and started making his way up the stairs to get to their designated room.

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Love You Better (Pt 2/5)

Dean Winchester x Reader

After a successful Djinn hunt Dean starts to pull away from you but you have no idea why and he won't tell you either

Sam had ended up taking the backseat of the impala so you were curled up in the passenger seat, Dean's jacket over you like a blanket as you pretended to sleep so he would continue singing lightly along with the radio. When Dean wasn't being goofy he had an amazing singing voice even if he rarely showed it.

You'd probably been on the road a few hours when you felt the car slow and Dean reached over to tap your leg "Y/N you wanna quit pretending to sleep and walk in the gas station with me?" You opened one eye and grinned "I wasn't pretending" he shook his head but laughed "Next time? Don't smile when I sing along with your favorite songs" you pushed his jacket off then shrugged "Sing more often for me and I wouldn't have to pretend" he rolled his eyes then raised his voice slightly to say "Sammy! Want anything?"

Sam stirred from his sleep and rubbed his eyes "Bottle of water?" You turned to look back at him and laughed, his hair was a little wild "My brush is in the top of my go bag Sam. Feel free to use it"

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Dean watched you as you looked over the water bottles, talking to yourself about the different prices versus the taste of the water. How the hell could you doing something so damn mundane make his heart flip?

He was so damn in love with you but hadn't said those words yet. He hoped you knew, hoped his actions spoke loud enough but knew he needed to tell you he just didn't know how. You stopped mid rant and glanced over at him, a small smile working its way onto your face "Like what ya see Winchester?"

He let his eyes flick across your body appreciatively before smiling himself "Very much sweetheart" you laughed and motioned to the water on the top shelf "Good, so that means you won't pick on me cause I can't reach the top shelf" he laughed and grabbed two of the bottles you pointed to "There ya go beautiful" you smiled "Thank you"

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Once the three of you got back on the road you felt a small knot in your stomach grow. Dean and Jax had always gotten along before so you shouldn't have nothing to worry about but if the roles were reversed and Lisa was a hunter and you were helping her? It'd be awkward as hell.

You shook the nerves off when Sam drew you into talking about a book you'd both read. It would be fine, right?

Normally when the three of you would be meeting another hunter it would be at some cheap motel but instead you were meeting Jax at his garage.

He'd opened the garage a couple years back in Austin and had a small place nearby. He had managed to find a balance not a lot of hunters had, an actual means of income and a normal house while still hunting.

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Dean cut his eyes at you as he pulled into the parking lot of the garage. You'd dozed off a few miles back and him nor Sam had wanted to wake you up but now they didn't have a choice. He glanced back at Sam who shrugged so he leaned over and gently shook your arm "Wake up sleeping beauty we're here"

You slowly opened your eyes at smiled at him "How long was I asleep?" He shrugged "An hour or so" you nodded and ran a hand over your hair to smoothe it down. "Ok then. Let's see what Jax has and then get to work"

He watched as you climbed out the impala and stretched. He wasn't jealous, not at all.

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Sam walked in first then Dean held the door open for you and walked in behind you. You glanced around at the office area you were in. There was a small desk that had a desktop computer sitting on it and a few filing cabinets. It was a simple area but decorated just enough to make it have personality. It fit Jax well.

You felt Dean's arm slip around your waist about the time you heard Jax's voice. He walked around the corner with his phone to his ear and smiled when he saw the three of you. He was about Dean's height, dark hair that he'd always kept cut short and blue eyes. From the looks of it he hadn't shaved in a few days because the stubble along his jaw was leaning closer to a beard.

He finished the phone call and nodded towards you "Thanks for coming" you smiled "Of course. So what's the case Barlowe?" He motioned towards the door "Let me flip the sign and close for the day then if you want yall can follow me to my place and i can catch ya up" "Sounds good" Dean spoke from behind you and Jax nodded "Give me five"

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Dean stood between you and Sam as the three of you looked over the files Jax had on the case at hand. There was about half a dozen missing in Brushy Creek, a town about twenty miles from Austin and Jax had narrowed down the possible locations to about three warehouses.

"Seems simple enough" You spoke glancing from Dean to Jax. Both of them nodded before saying damn near in unison "Yeah but when is hunting ever simple" you cut your eyes at Sam who raised an eyebrow before saying "Should we get the lamb's blood here or there?" Jax tapped a place on the map "Here, there's a Butcher halfway we can get it from"

The plan was that Sam would go with Jax to clear one warehouse, you'd go with Dean then if both proved to be a bust the four of you would check the last one together.

You reached your left hand out to touch Dean's side as the two of you checked the warehouse. So far it had been empty. A part of you had hoped the first two warehouses would be it, kill the damn thing then grab a motel room and rest then head home come morning.

So far Dean hadn't said anything about Jax. You weren't expecting much but a part of you was wondering why. If roles were reversed.. no you couldn't be distracted.

A noise creaked somewhere in the warehouse and you spun towards it only to see a possum run across the floor. You let out a laugh "A freakin possum"

Dean reached out and pulled you closer to him "I think we caught a bust, there's one office left. We'll check it then call Sam and Jax to see how their end is" you nodded, falling in step with him.

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You and Dean had just got there to meet Sam and Jax at the last warehouse. Good news was having four competent hunters, bad news was the last warehouse was absolutely fucking huge. The damn thing had three floors.

You looked over at Dean before getting out of the car. He smiled "Kiss for luck?" You leaned over and when your lips met you damn near melted against him. He always had that damn ability to make you forget your worries. When you pulled back he smiled "Let's get two rooms instead of one" you shook your head with a laugh "Save people first, take me to bed later"

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Somehow the four of you had gotten separated. You were on the same floor with Sam while Dean was one floor up and Jax was on the highest floor. Sam cut his eyes at you "You good?" You nodded "Yeah every woman's dream is to be hunting monsters with her boyfriend and her ex" Sam laughed and started to say something but then you heard Jax holler "DEAN LOOK OUT"

You and Sam looked at each other then took off running. By the time you two made it up to the second floor you were met with Dean down with one Djinn touching his face and Jax soon to follow since the other Djinns hand was going towards his face "HEY UGLY!" You hollered and both Djinn looked at you "Fuck, Sam some help?"

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Sam ran to stab the Djinn over Jax so you ran towards Dean. The Djinn spun on you and you flipped your knife up "He's mine asshole" You threw the knife and caught him dead in the throat. When he went down you ran over and snatched it out then slammed it down into his heart.

Once he was dead you slid to Dean's side "Come on baby. Please wake up. WAKE UP!" Jax and Sam ran over and Jax handed you a vial "It's smelling salts. It'll bring him around"

You snapped the small vial and held it under Dean's nose. Once he inhaled his eyes flew open. "What the hell?" You let out a sigh of relief and let your head fall over onto his chest "You're ok. Thank God, you're ok" he touched your head gently "They dead?" Jax chuckled behind you "They're dead man"

Sam had gone with Jax to a local bar after the four of you made sure the vics had been taken to the hospital so that left only you and Dean at the motel. You'd been expecting him to want to finish what he started earlier but so far he'd damn near been avoiding touch.

He hadn't gotten in the shower with you and when he got out the shower himself he was awful quiet. You were sitting cross legged in the center of the bed watching him as he messed around in his duffle.

"Dean, are you ok?" You finally asked and he glanced up but his eyes still had that far away look "Yeah sweetheart. I'm just tired" you patted the bed next to you "Come on then"

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Dean wanted to talk to you, wanted to tell you the fucking world he'd been thrown into when that Djinn had poisoned him. All in all it was only about twenty minutes real world but with Djinn the timeline was always skewed. The way you looked at him as he climbed into bed next to you, he couldn't start that conversation. He loved you, he really did but fuck did he deserve you?

When you curled up next to him placing a gentle kiss on his chest he smiled despite himself. He wanted you, wanted a future with you but that damn dream world had confirmed what he'd already known. You made a mistake choosing him.

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Love Or Die 💜🔪

Mini Series

Paring: Dean Winchester x Female Reader (Y/N) -> story will be told mostly in Reader’s P.O.V.

Plot: Reader (Y/N) can’t stand Dean Winchester and everything about him,  but she has a secret and that is:  she’s madly in love with him. 

Inspired by the song: Can’t Hold On Forever by Laura Marano 

Part 1 - Reader’s P.O.V.

Warning: Language

I have been hunting since I was 18 (I’m 25 now) but I’ve never worked with anyone as cocky, annoying and arrogant as Dean Winchester. I started hunting with him, his younger brother Sam and my Uncle /Godfather Bobby Singer since my parents died. Uncle Bobby has been looking after me the past year and I couldn’t be more grateful. He’s always been like a father figure to me. But Dean on the other hand….was a huge pain in the ass. I couldn’t stand him, and I made it pretty well known. But… I had a secret. A secret that no one knows. I'm also unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him. It all started last month, when he saved me from getting kidnapped by a witch that wanted to suck the life out of me to make her more youthful. He was so brave and took care of me, like a knight in shining armor. Since then I’ve had to hide how I felt….It wasn’t too hard to act like I didn’t have feelings, but it was at the same time. Under all that arrogance and self-confidence, he was so damn hot. He was tall, muscular (not like a body builder but his body was toned) and had short brown hair. He had a jawline so sharp and perfect that it could cut you in half. His hands were strong but also calloused, I imagined the way they would feel on my body. His lips were perfect. Looking soft, plump and kissable at the same time. I wanted to kiss them so damn much. And to top it off….he had the most amazing, perfect smile and GORGEOUS emerald green eyes. When I looked into them, I could melt like a popsicle on the 4th of July. There were days when he would be casually walking around, acting nonchalantly and I would find myself staring at him. I would snap out of it when he would say “Take a picture, sweetheart it’ll last longer.” Then I would have to fire back a snarky remark like, “In your dreams, Winchester.” And I’d roll my eyes. On the inside I was screaming, I don’t know how much longer I could keep this up.

The Next Day

We were working on a case, with a bunch of ghosts haunting this old abandoned New Orleans type esque mansion. This group of teenagers heard about it being haunted and wanted to check it out. And of course one of the girls winds up murdered. Her name was Jessica. What a bunch of idiots. Don’t they know it’s frowned upon to mess with haunted places. Anyways…while Sam and Uncle Bobby stayed behind to do research on the house, Dean and I went downtown to the police station to interview the teenagers. One of the things I loved about being a hunter was dressing up as an undercover FBI Agent. I always wore a black pencil skirt, with a white buttoned up blouse and heels. It made me feel like a bad bitch. Dean was wearing a suit and tie, which he looked so handsome in. Once we got there, the boyfriend of the girl who was killed was in an interview room. As we walked into the room, I noticed this kid was drooling over me, which Dean noticed. “Mr. Montgomery, I’m Agent Smith and this is my partner Agent Parker.” Dean said firmly while we both flashed our badges. “Alright, Mr…” I said while taking a seat at the table, trying to sound professional. Dean took a seat next to me. “Mike, you can call me Mike.” He said, interrupting and winking at me. “Okay, Mike.” I said, clearing my throat. “Why’d you go down to that haunted house?” “Look, I already talked to the cops about this. Why is the FBI questioning me now?” “We’re just doing our job Mike,” I said. “Now please, tell us what happened.” “Jess, my friends and I heard the stories about the house being haunted and we wanted to see if it was true.” He explained that when they walked through the house, they could feel the cold air around them. They heard strange noises, silent whispers, and objects flying out of nowhere. Warning them to stay away. “And don’t you think going in that house was a stupid idea?!” Dean said, shouting at him. I mean he wasn’t wrong, it was a very stupid idea. “Well - I - uh…” he said, stuttering. Dean was making him so nervous that his palms were clammy and sweat was beaming on his forehead. Mike finally looked at me and said, “I didn’t think anyone was gonna get hurt! Especially Jess.” He said. “Too little too late for that one buddy.” I said while crossing my arms. “Look, I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean for this to happen. I thought it was stupid and all a joke!” He shouted “If I could take it all back I could.” He said softly, putting his hands in his face. I sighed and looked at him. I was in his shoes once. I used to believe that all this supernatural stuff was a joke, but then my parents explained to me that it’s all real. The ghosts, monsters, everything. I got up and put my hand on his shoulder, I could tell that he was being sincere. “Listen, Mike I know it’s hard not to believe this stuff, but believe me when I say this: it’s all real. And uh, I know how hard it is to lose someone you care about. It can be tough but you’ll get through it, I promise.” “Thanks Agent.” He said while flashing a smile at me. Dean cleared his throat and I removed my hand. “Okay well that’s it for today.” Dean said, and he handed out a business card to Mike. “Call us if you find anything else.” And then he rushed out of the room. “Bye,” Mike said quietly. I gave him a small smile and a quick wave before heading out the door. “What the hell was that Dean?” I said sternly while catching up to him as he walked towards the Impala. “That kid was totally giving you googly eyes, Y/N” he said, climbing in and slamming the door. Is he for real right now? “And why does it matter if he was, it’s not like I can do anything with him. He’s a teenager.” I said, going into the passenger seat. He started the engine and drove off. “It doesn’t matter. He’s 17, probably thinks more with his dick more than his mind.” “Oh and like you don’t either Dean??” I said. He looked at me coldly, gripping his hands on the steering wheel. He continued to drive down the road. “Are you jealous??” “Uhhh no, no no no.” He said, shaking his head. “Whatever Winchester.” I said, looking away from him.

And we continued our drive back to Uncle Bobby’s house in silence.

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My Worthless Love || Part One

Summary: At first, Dean can’t believe his luck that he gets to date a porn star, but soon the cracks start to show, and Dean gets to see a totally different side to the industry that bursts his bubble and leaves him torn. 

Rating: 18+

Part Tags: flirting, teasing, mentions of one night stands, fluff, mentions of being uncomfortable with attention, mentions of smut, watching porn, hints of masturbation, mentions of step father/daughter roleplay Part WC: ± 2.7K

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Dean’s POV

“Holy fucking shit, dude,” Dean gasps out, as he straightens up from taking his shot at the pool table and doesn’t even notice that the white ball goes nowhere near the stripe he could’ve easily potted. 

“You okay there, boss?” But Dean ignores Justin for a moment, still too captivated by the girl he’s just laid eyes on, watching her seem to effortlessly glide from the doorway to the bar. “Seriously?” 

This snaps Dean’s attention back to his employee, frowning slightly at the look of amusement on Justin’s face. 

“What?” he pries, taking his eyes off of the blonde for a brief second to look for the girl again and make sure she hasn’t just completely disappeared into thin air; that would be just his luck. 

“I know you’re my boss, but keep dreaming, man,” Justin laughs, stepping up to the table to take advantage of Dean’s distraction. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Dean presses, frowning at him. “You think a girl like her wouldn’t be interested in me?” 

“I know a girl like her wouldn’t be interested in you,” Justin scoffs. “Anyway, isn’t she like, half your age?” 

“How old do you think I am, dude?” Dean asks, amused. 

“Old enough to be her dad by the looks of it,” Justin teases with a smug grin, potting another ball. Dean hasn’t been counting how many that is now. 

“Fuck you,” Dean grunts, mildly insulted but more so totally captivated by the pretty girl still standing at the bar, talking to the bar man who is clearly very shameless in his flirting. So Dean’s not the only man she’s having this affect on – that does complicate things a little. Competition is always a challenge. “I’m gonna wipe the floor with you, then go and buy her a drink and prove you wrong.” 

“Good luck with that,” Justin laughs, a smug grin lighting up his face, and as Dean’s eyes land back on the pool table, he realises Justin’s almost cleared the table himself. 

Dean rolls his shoulders back and tells himself to focus on the game – if nothing else to knock his cocky employee down a peg or two – and takes his turn, this time potting all the balls he intends to, until only the black remains, and he looks up to flash Justin a wink before potting it. Justin rolls his eyes in an over-exaggerated fashion, but doesn’t seem too put out that he’s lost. Justin always loses to Dean, but the kid is getting better the more Friday nights they spend playing. 

“You might’ve beaten me, but I can’t wait to see you fail at the next part,” Justin smirks from behind his beer bottle before finishing it. “Y’know, she looks kinda familiar, you are okay with my sloppy seconds, right, boss?” 

“If I wasn’t, there’d be no one in this state left to fuck,” Dean retorts, flashing Justin a sarcastic smile and patting his shoulder condescendingly, making Justin laugh loudly. 

“Hey, I learned from the best,” Justin tries to argue back. “Fixing a car isn’t the only thing you’ve taught me, y’know.” 

“Nah, I’m pretty sure you already had ‘manslut’ in your resume before I hired you,” Dean argues, before making his way over to the bar. 

He clears his throat and runs his fingers through his hair before he’s gotten too close, and manages to just about slide into the gap between her and the man standing with his back to her talking to a friend. He briefly glances over at her, noticing she’s just as gorgeous, if not more, up close, and clears his throat as he waits to be served. When he catches her looking his way, he gives her a sweet smile, but she doesn’t hold his gaze long enough for him to strike up a conversation, so he thinks on his approach another minute or two longer. 

His fingers begin to drum nervously on the bar top as he notices the barman approaching them, and he realises he’s running out of time. 

“What can I get you?” 

“Urm, two beers and… I’m feeling generous, so whatever this pretty lady beside me wants,” Dean forces a smile, mentally cursing himself for the terrible move. 

“Oh, I’m fine,” she insists, “but thank you.” 

Fuck. 

The barman nods, moving away to get the beers, and Dean clears his throat. “Sorry, didn’t wanna seem like a weirdo, just figured I’d be nice, buy a lonely lady a drink.” 

“No, it’s fine, it’s not weird,” she tells him softly. “I’m just still drinking this one,” she explains. 

“Alright,” Dean nods, admitting defeat. He fucked it from the moment he opened his mouth. He  let Justin get into his head. He doesn’t deserve to land someone like her now, anyway, even if it does mean he has to spend the rest of the evening listening to Justin tell him he told him so. 

“You mean that’s it?” she presses, frowning at him. 

Dean frowns back, now completely confused by what’s happening, barely thanking the barman when two bottles of beer are placed in front of him. 

“Not gonna persuade me?” 

“Do you… want me to persuade you?” Dean asks carefully, now completely lost. 

“No,” she replies simply. “Just most men would,” she shrugs. 

Dean finds his way through the confusion just enough to consider maybe he’s not completely blown it after all. 

“I’m not most men, sweetheart,” he laughs, softly. “Anyway, have a good night.” 

He smiles at her once again and grabs the beers, forcing himself not to look back at her reaction to his exit as he returns to the pool table and sees Justin has already set up the next game; clearly having no faith in Dean’s attempt to not be returning. 

“Knew you’d blow it,” Justin scoffs, taking his beer from Dean’s grasp. 

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” Dean replies confidently, grabbing his pool cue. “I’ll break.” 

“Dude,” Justin whispers, glancing over Dean’s shoulder. 

Dean turns his head to see the girl from the bar approaching, outstretching her hand to offer him the beer in her grasp. 

“For me?” he asks, confused. 

She shrugs, playing with the straw in whatever girly drink is in her grasp and clears her throat. “Just to say thanks for not being a creep,” she tells him softly. 

“Oh, you’re welcome,” he nods, smiling nervously. “Urm, I’m Dean, by the way.” 

“Y/N,” she replies, biting her bottom lip softly before glancing over at Justin. “I’ll leave you to your night.” 

“No, it’s okay, Justin was actually just leaving, he’s gotta open up shop tomorrow,” Dean smiles, looking over at Justin pointedly. Justin frowns deeply and grumbles under his breath, reaching for his jacket. 

“He’s old enough to be your father, by the way,” he grumpily points out to Y/N as he passes her, shooting Dean a smug grin when she’s not looking, and Dean rolls his eyes. 

“I’m not,” he insists, hoping that hasn’t scared her off. 

“I’m used to older guys,” she shrugs. “So, I’ve seen you get a few good shots on this thing tonight, mind showing me a trick or two?” she asks, biting her bottom lip again. 

“Sure,” Dean nods, suddenly a little nervous but a whole lot excited he didn’t screw up that badly. 

Three Weeks Later

“I’m not joking, Dean, it was horrible,” she stresses, even though there’s still a laugh in her voice. 

“I don’t know, it sounds pretty funny to me,” Dean insists, laughing along. She glares at him playfully, and then looks back ahead of them as they continue to walk the length of the riverside. 

“Can you believe this is our third date, already?” Y/N asks, clearly trying to change the subject. 

“I think Justin is in more disbelief than I am,” Dean smirks. “The guy was adamant I couldn’t get your attention at the bar that night.” 

“A guy like Justin couldn’t get my attention,” she corrects, scoffing. 

“He’s convinced that you two have…” Dean trails off, realising that’s a really inappropriate thing to bring up. 

“Really?” she frowns. “No, I don’t know him,” she insists, shaking her head instantly. 

“I didn’t think so,” Dean rushes to remedy. “I mean, I would believe it from someone like him, but I didn’t… I don’t want you to think I would think of you… I… I shouldn’t have said anything, I’m sorry. He just said he recognised you and, he can’t keep track of… it doesn’t matter,” Dean flusters. 

But he’s pretty sure he’s upset her, because the smile has completely gone from her face, and now she’s worrying her bottom lip with her teeth in the way Dean’s learned she does when she’s anxious. 

“I’m sorry,” he apologises again. “Forget I said that, please?” he begs. 

She clears her throat and nods her head, so Dean tries to relax again and focus on the great third date they were having, and all the hopes he’d had for this going finally somewhere remotely close to a bedroom. But now he’s pretty sure he’s blown that, at least. 

“Oh shit,” some guy drunkenly slurs as they begin to pass a bar. “I know you!” He points straight at Y/N who suddenly seems very uncomfortable with the entire situation. “Where do I know you from?” he asks, frowning in confusion. 

“That’s a really shitty way to hit on a woman on a date,” Dean calls over, laughing at the guy’s feeble attempt. 

“No, I know her,” he continues to insist. 

“You’re drunk, dude,” Dean points out the obvious, noticing Y/N getting more and more uncomfortable with the unwanted attention. He moves to stand the other side of her, between her and the drunk man, and puts his arm around her to offer her some comfort, before moving them on swiftly. “Are you okay?” he asks, as soon as they’re out of earshot. 

“Fine,” she insists, “I don’t know what that was.” 

“He’s drunk, he probably just wanted to hit on you,” Dean shrugs. 

“Yeah, probably,” she laughs awkwardly, nodding her head. “I just hate the attention,” she explains, hugging herself. 

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, sweetheart, but you do get a lot of it from men. One even walked into a door earlier,” Dean chuckles softly at the memory. “I know you can’t help it, but us men go a little stupid over girls as attractive as you.” But Y/N seems uncomfortable with the praise, so Dean decides to drop it, and clears his throat. “Do you wanna go somewhere private? My place isn’t far from here,” he offers. 

“Urm,” she stops, not looking him in the eye as she instead looks out over the river. “I know it’s our third date and there’s certain… expectations that come with that, but I think I wanna just go home, I’m sorry,” she tells him awkwardly. 

“No, yeah of course,” Dean reassures her. “I didn’t… I didn’t mean that,” he insists. While it had been on his mind most of the evening, after what had just happened, he was genuinely offering her refuge and a drink, but he understands how she might have taken it, and now he feels like an even bigger idiot than he did when he brought up Justin. “Listen, I had a great night, regardless how it ends, I just want you to know that,” he tells her. 

“Me too, Dean,” she smiles. “Sorry, I think I’m just tired.” 

“It’s fine,” Dean insists, shaking his head because an apology isn’t necessary. “Let me get you a cab.” 

He steps out towards the road and lifts his hand to flag down a cab, and as one pulls up to them, he smiles down at her. 

“Thanks, Dean, I’d like to do this again if you’re still interested,” she tells him timidly. 

“Yeah, I’d love to. I’ll text you,” he nods with a small smile. 

He’s surprised to see her rock up onto her toes and press her lips to his, and he kisses back for a brief second before she pulls away and gets into the cab beside them. He waves her off once she’s safely inside, and exhales heavily as he watches the cab drive away. Well he didn’t completely fuck it up, which is something he supposes, but he can’t help but think how weird it is that she gets so uncomfortable by male attention, and how reserved she seems to be regarding anything physical. 

As Dean begins his walk home he wonders if maybe she’s had a bad experience in the past, or maybe she has no experience at all. She is only twenty one, so it’s not a far cry that she could still be a virgin, and it would make sense why she seems closed off about things. But Dean also can’t help but feel like there’s something she’s not told him yet, like there’s a part of her he’s yet to see, and he wonders if that has anything to do with it. 

Dean sighs as he grabs a fresh beer from his fridge and begrudgingly heads towards his bedroom alone, thinking about his high hopes earlier that evening when he was leaving his bedroom, freshly showered and dressed for his date with Y/N, excited by the prospect of her coming back to his place with him. He’d even changed the bedsheets, and sprayed a lot of air freshener around the place. He’d tidied up and made sure there were condoms in his nightstand, and he’d even been out and bought the wine she had ordered the last two times they’d been on dates before. Dean had even gone as far as to not deal with the issue that arose in the shower when thinking about Y/N and what their evening might entail. He didn’t want to waste it on the shower floor, after all. 

So now, understandably, he’s a little pent up. 

He grabs his laptop as he heads into his bedroom and slumps down onto his bed, taking a swig of beer as he opens up the computer and spurs it to life. Like muscle memory he loads the internet and types in the first few letters of his favourite site, his laptop already filling in the blanks and all he has to do is press enter to be taken there. 

Placing his beer down on the nightstand, Dean clears his throat and ensures he’s a little more comfortable in his place as he scrolls the homepage looking at the featured video thumbnails until something sticks out to him. And something finally does. Not his usual type, judging by the title of the video, but there’s something about the glimpse of the girl in the thumbnail that’s appealing to him tonight. 

Summer Swallows coerced by Step-Daddy when mother leaves town

Dean’s never really been one to choose this kind of thing, but maybe he’s getting too bored of his regular entertainment, anyway. Maybe it’s about time he spiced things up a little. He clears his throat and readjusts himself once more, clicking play and watching the titles play out. Already bored, he cuts to five or so minutes in, glad it’s the trimmed version and not the full forty minute version the site is advertising if you pay for it. It cuts to an upshot of the man’s face, twisted, his lip caught between his teeth as he groans and stares down his body, and then the camera cuts to the girl playing his step-daughter, on her knees and pleasing him with her mouth, and Dean sits up straight, his eyes widening as he blindly fumbles for his cell on the nightstand and pauses the video right there on her face. 

“Sammy?” he chokes out. “You won’t believe what I’ve just found.”  

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One Night is Not Enough Ch. 3

Summary: After spending the day together, will Dean be ready to talk about what brought him to Y/N's door?

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Explicit 18 +/Warnings: Smut. Unprotected sex. PinV. Light fingering. Angst. Lots of angst. Fluff too though. Show level violence described. Mentions of torture.

Word Count: 4,696

A/N:  At last, here is the final chapter to this fic. Chapter 1 of this fic was the VERY first thing I ever posted to Tumblr. I'd reblogged a few things, but this story was the first idea I had that I really wanted to share. But for whatever bizarro reason, I got the first two parts out and absolutely just could not write this third part. I knew from the start what I wanted the story to be, so I wasn't stuck for the idea, I can't explain it. But at last this story is complete. I hope you all enjoy it, and for anyone who may have been waiting for this chapter - I'm so very sorry for my misfiring brain.

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"Read 'em and weep, Doc."

Dean tossed his five cards on the table and your mouth dropped as you saw the four queens staring up at you coyly.

"How the hell did you do that?" You protested as you tossed down your previously awesome, but now useless, full house. "You were bluffing!"

Dean looked offended. "I was not bluffing, I told you I had a great hand."

Dean raked up the pile of chips from the middle of the table, chips that wouldn't be cashed in for anything but bragging rights.

"But you were bluffing by telling the truth." You argued illogically.

Dean pushed out his lips, and looked up, before shaking his head and continuing to stack his chips. "Nope, you'll have to explain that one."

"You know exactly what you did, Winchester. You knew you had a great hand, but you wanted me to think you were bluffing about having a great hand, so you acted like you accidentally gave away the fact that you had a great hand. But really, you did have a great hand, so you were lying the whole time."

Dean squinted at you. "Phew! Wow! You'll have to explain that again. What did I do?"

"Plus you did your tell." You said, ignoring his request.

"What tell?" Dean asked with a sly smile.

"That thing you do when you're when you have a bad hand. You lick your lips, and sort of chew on the corner of your bottom lip."

Dean did the action action you'd just described. "Or, is this the thing I do when I wanna distract you and watch you squirm in your chair?" He asked, smugly.

Your jaw dropped open again and you squinted your eyes accusatorily. "You don't play fair."

"Oh, and was it fair that every time you reached forward for a new card, you made sure your barely buttoned shirt just happened to reveal a little more of your gorgeous tits?" Dean asked, eyebrows raised.

You gave up the pretense and chuckled. "We should have played strip poker."

Dean's eyes widened. "Uh, yeah we should have. We still can." His eyebrows wiggled cheesily and you giggled.

"No, my ass is killing me from sitting in this hard chair for the last four hours. Let's move over to the couch. We can still remove some clothing, if you want." You teased.

Dean laughed lightly and the sound made you happy. He seemed to be much more at ease. As you'd played poker, and eaten the snacks you made, joking and teasing each other, you could see the tension slowly draining from Dean's shoulders.

He turned now, to look out the window. "Sun's up, I should probably get going."

You tried to hide your crestfallen expression. "But you've barely slept, doesn't seem safe for you to be driving."

He smiled softly. "I've driven on a lot less sleep. But..." He sat up a bit in the chair and looked slightly uncomfortable. He dragged his finger along a small crack in the wooden table.

"But if you don't mind, I'd like to stay a bit longer. "Feels good to be here." There was a beat pause. "With you."

You reached across the table and laid your hand on his. "Dean, stay as long as you want. Stay for a couple days even, a week. Whatever you need. One night is not enough for me." You paused for the same beat. "With you."

His other hand came up to cover yours so that it was sandwiched between his two massive hands. He looked up and smiled at you, softly. He pressed your hand tightly and then stood up.

"I believe I was promised a comfortable couch and partial nudity?"

You stood up and shimmied out of your pajama bottoms so you wore only your flannel shirt with one button done up, and your underwear. "Will this do?"

Dean jumped up and tore around the table toward you, making you laugh loudly as he scooped you over his shoulder.

"Dean! You're wounded!" You shouted. But he ignored you and carried you the short distance to the couch.

As he flopped down onto the squishy cushions, he readjusted you so you were sitting comfortably in his lap. You laid your head against his shoulder, happier and more content than you'd been in a long time.

Your eyes were just closing when Dean startled you awake.

"Oh, holy hell! What the fuck is this?"

His voice was full of laughter and you opened your eyes to see him reaching for the novel you had sitting on the small coffee table.

"Hey!" You shouted, reaching for it. "Give me that!"

But Dean kept it easily out of your reach while he took in the picture on the cover, in which a shirtless man, in very tight pants stood on the prow of a ship, long hair whipping in the imagined wind, while the female protagonist clung to his thigh, breasts mostly pushed out of her flowing gown.

"Love Unbound?" He looked at you. "Seriously? You read this Fabio crap?"

You made a grab for it again. "Shut up, I like it."

Holding it high above his head, he opened the book to a random page in the middle and began reading.

"Esmerelda quivered as Rafe reached out his hand to run his long, smooth fingers along her thigh. Never had she felt such passion, never had she longed so badly to feel lips press against her own. But as Rafe - fuck, really? Rafe? - as Rafe pulled down her bodice, allowing her bounty to spill free -"

Dean snorted and couldn't keep reading, as laughter overtook him.

He reached toward your shirt and pretended to fumble with the button. "Hey, hey - can you please 'allow your bounty to spill free'?"

While he was distracted with his hilarity, you reached up and yanked the book out of his hands. You tossed it back onto the other end of the coffee table and out of his immediate reach.

Not wanting to injure him anymore than he already was, there was no force behind the punch you landed to his shoulder.

"You be quiet. It's a good story, I mean, maybe not the best I've read but I like the adventure."

Dean gave you a look that said he didn't believe you. "Ah, yes of course. You like the adventure; it's not about the porn." He shook his head.

"I didn't say the love scenes hurt the story." You said with a laugh.

Dean grinned at you. "I bet."

"But seriously, that isn't why I read romance novels."

Dean put up his hands. "Okay, I give. What's so great about them?"

You shrugged, shy now. You'd never talked about it with anyone before. "I don't know, I just like them."

Dean cocked his head back. "Come on, Doc, you're not exactly selling them. Make your case; never know, maybe I'll become a major fan."

You shot him a skeptical look, and then shrugged again. "I don't know, I guess...I started reading them when I was taken by the vamps."

Dean's smile evaporated. "What?" He said quietly.

"It's fine, it was a long time ago now. I was just a kid, about fourteen, I guess. They broke into my house and attacked my dad, grabbed me. Plan was to keep me as a blood slave, I suppose. I thought they'd killed my dad and obviously they thought they did too, cause they sure were surprised when Dad and Rufus came busting into their nest. That was how my dad got into hunting. Rufus was a great teacher."

Dean reached his hand up and laid it softly against your cheek, running his thumb across your cheekbone. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart. You never told me this."

You ducked your head and nodded. "Yeah, well, it's not exactly a sexy, fun conversation, but you asked."

You looked back at him wondering if you'd altered something in the simple, no strings attached, light and breezy relationship you and Dean had previously shared, and whether it was going to make Dean head for the hills.

But Dean didn't look uncomfortable, or bothered, or anxious to change the subject back to lighter fare. Instead he frowned.

"But how did that lead to a love of cheesy romance?"

You smiled trying to show him that you'd dealt with your fear and trauma, and were very rarely bothered by it anymore. "Well, I was with the vamps for three days before Rufus and Dad came. They fed on me sometimes, but mostly they just left me locked up in the bedroom in the abandoned house they were nesting in."

Dean entwined his fingers with yours, and his instinctive desire to comfort you made you want to kiss him, but you continued.

"The room was kinda gross, and I was too wired and terrified to sleep anyway, so I was happy when I found this old cardboard box in the closet filled with musty old books. Probably ninety-nine percent of them were these cheesy old romance novels just like that one."

You pointed at the book you'd tossed to the other side of the table.

"Some of them were straight up, boy meets girl-next-door stuff, and they were fine. But my favorites by far were the historical adventure ones. I read three or four of them while I was kept there and without fail, every one of them pulled me out and away from the horror I was existing in. They pulled me to a place of stalwart heroes and plucky heroines, where good always won and love always triumphed."

You shrugged, slightly embarrassed by your impassioned defense of the clichéd stories. "I don't know, I just liked them, and they helped me. So, they've stuck with me through the years. I don't know, I guess it's silly."

But Dean shook his head. "No, I get it. For me it was horror movies. You'd think given everything we see I wouldn't want more horror, but in those movies, yeah, I knew the bad guy was gonna lose, in the end. There would always be one good guy or girl left standing, and I knew from a real young age, that in real life, that wasn't always the case."

He shrugged. "So, I get it."

Silence reigned for a minute before Dean sat up, holding you in place while he reached for the book on the end of the table.

You tried to pull it out of his hand. "Dean - " You started, but he cut you off, shaking his head.

"No, hey, lemme try again."

He opened the book again, turning a few pages, and stopping when he found something interesting. His eyes scanned across the words for a few minutes. H

Then without saying a word, he turned you in his lap, so you were facing away from him, and then passed the book to you over your shoulder, pointing to a spot on the page.

"Read that section on page ninety-eight."

With a slightly hesitant smile, you began. "Esmerelda could feel her heart race as Rafe placed soft, delicate kisses across her bare shou-"

You gasped as you felt Dean pull your flannel off your shoulder and begin placing kisses there.

"Keep reading, Doc." He murmured against your skin.

In a breathy voice you continued, trying to concentrate on the words you were reading as Dean continued to follow them like instructions.

"- shoulders. He pulled her hair back, so he could run his tongue up the right side...of...her...neck. When he reached the corner of her delicate jaw, he began to nibble - oh god!"

You paused the narrative as Dean's teeth scraped against your skin. He ghosted his lips across the shell of your ear. "What comes next, sweetheart?"

Biting into your lip, you tried to focus on the page. "Reaching forward, Rafe's hands delved into the billowy robe she wore, cup...cup..." You let out a moan. "...cupping her full breasts with his soft, gentle hands."

Dean's hands were not soft, (worn skin and rough calluses were so much better) but they were gentle. Your voice was high pitched and stuttering as you continued.

"He caressed her nipple with his thumb, plucking the soft bud -" Another deep moan interrupted your recitation. " - making it harden and pucker with Esmerelda's pleasure. As she cried out her need, Rafe moved his hands lower on her body finding the...fuck...buried...Dean, fuck, please...buried treasure within her quivering folds."

Dean was pressing two fingers against your clit. "She's quivering again." He growled into your ear. "Are you quivering, Y/N?"

You threw the book across the room and turned in Dean's arms, reaching for his belt. You yanked it open, and then impatiently pulled at his zipper. Dean lifted his hips so you could get his jeans out of the way.

"Yes, I'm quivering." You said as you grabbed hold of his dick. Dean threw his head back with another growl.

"Make it stop." You ordered as you climbed up on him, grabbing hold his shoulders for balance. Dean held the base of his cock steady as you slid onto it slowly.

When you were fully seated you took a minute, your forehead leaning against his, breathing raggedly into his mouth.

"Sorry, I made you miss the end of the chapter."

Dean chuckled low. "That's okay, show me what happens next."

You began to rock yourself back and forth against him, swiveling your hips. You grabbed Dean's hands and put them on your tits. "Squeeze them."

Dean did as you told him, and you began to rise and fall on the length of his dick. "Fuck yes, just like that." You mumbled.

"And does Rafe do this to Esmerelda?" Dean leaned forward and licked across your nipple with just the tip of his tongue. "And this?" He asked as he nipped gently at your skin.

You nodded and then threw your head back, rising and falling faster and faster. You wrapped his short hair around your fingers so you could tug his head to the side and suck deep bruises into the thick column of his neck.

Dean dropped his hands from your waist so he could grab handfuls of your ass and squeeze, hard enough that you knew you'd have the shape of his hand imprinted on your skin. Then he took over the work, lifting you and the slamming you back down on him.

You knew you were both close so, reaching behind you, you found his balls and squeezed gently, forcing a harsh groan out of Dean's throat.

Following suit, Dean brought one hand forward to tweak your nipple before pressing the pad of his thumb against your clit. It was all you needed to let out a scream of pleasure and fall over the edge. Your hand that was still in Dean's hair tugged hard, eliciting another pleasured grunt from deep in his throat.

Burying his face in your neck he slammed up into you as your cunt convulsed around him, finally pulling him over the edge, and milking him through his whole high.

Finally, you fell onto him and you both fell back against the arm of the couch, panting and slicked with sweat.

Dean's voice was full of gravel and his breathing was harsh as he spoke.

"Best. Book. Ever."

***

The rest of the day was fantastic, the best you'd had in a long time. After your story time, you both moved over to the bed and fell asleep for a few hours wrapped up in each other's arms.

Then you spent the afternoon, trading poker chips back and forth, neither of you paying much attention to the game, instead sharing stories, laughing together at the cases that were crazy, or just straight up weird, quietly confessing about the cases that hurt you, or left a mark.

But all the time you were talking, you noticed that Dean still wouldn't say anything about the case that had brought him there the night before. Not wanting to hurt him or push him, you just let him skirt around it.

For supper, Dean made burgers over the open grill outside the cabin. After the storm the night before, the day was beautiful and bright, and you both decided you'd eat on the little porch that hung off the front of the cabin. You dragged the kitchen chairs out and feasted on burgers and beer, letting a companionable silence fall over you both.

Finally, as the sun began to set, and the crickets started chirping, Dean cleared his throat.

"So, about a week ago, we started hearing that there was a demon tearing things up in this little town, in Iowa. So, Sam and I hopped into the car, and headed down there. Everything seemed like pretty routine demon stuff, seemed like just the general mayhem and chaos they like to cause. But then Sammy spotted a pattern."

You could see Dean's jaw clenched tightly, and you remained absolutely silent and still, not wanting to spook him out of talking.

"This demon was taking down a family. It was hard to notice right away because they were really distant relations to start. Like cousins twice removed and shit, but slowly but surely it was narrowing in on this family. The Clark family."

He took a swig from his beer and he was quiet for a couple minutes; you let him take his time, simply taking a sip from your own beer. Finally he started again, and it seemed for a moment that he was changing subjects.

"I don't know how much...I mean, I know you know some of my story just from...around, maybe some from Rufus or Bobby? But I don't know what you know. Do you know that I was in...uh...that I went to..."

He ran a hand down his face.

"Hell." You whispered softly. "Yes, I know."

Without looking at you, he nodded.

In the same soft tone you clarified something. "It was forty years, right? In hell? The time is different there, right?"

He nodded again, and the truth of his pain made your eyes fill with tears that you willed away. "I'm so sorry, Dean."

He shook his head, twitching his hand toward you. "No, it's fine...I mean, I've been back nearly four years now, so...it's okay...I mean, I've dealt with it."

You thought that was highly unlikely simply because you couldn't imagine anyone "dealing" with forty years of hell and torture.

"So," he cleared his throat again, "so, you know I was in hell, but...do you know..." He fell silent again for a minute.

He shifted in his chair, leaning forward and setting his beer on the ground, leaning his elbows on his knees, and letting his hands dangle between them. His head was low as he spoke again.

"Do you know what I did there?"

Confusion settled on your brow and your voice was soft. "I know...I mean, I know you were tortured."

Dean nodded. "Yes, but not what they did to me, but..." He paused and ran his hands through his hair.

"They offered me a chance to get off the rack, if I started torturing souls, and I took it. I...tortured them."

You felt bile rise in your stomach at the fiendish, perfect cruelty of that system. You knew that all demons had been human souls before going to hell and being twisted. And it made perfect sense to you now, just how that happened.

What was amazing to you, was that in spite of all of that, in spite of forty years of varying forms of torture, Dean's soul was still this bright, shining thing. It was battered, maybe, scarred yes, but still bright, still beautiful.

He looked over at you in the continued silence and you could see his guilt, his trepidation, his worry that you were going to judge him. You reached across the small space between you and took hold of his hand.

You squeezed it, and as he had done for you earlier that morning, you entwined your fingers with his. He looked down at your joined hands and you could see him swallowing quickly, as a soft smile curved up the corners of his mouth. He raised your fingers to his lips and kissed them before continuing.

"So, when I started...when I said yes to the deal, the first soul they put in front of me was a woman. It's hard to describe what it's like...the soul isn't a body, it doesn't have a body, but as a part of the torture, the soul is given the illusion of one, so that it can be chipped away at, cut and torn, and burned, and the soul feels the pain, as it would if the body was real."

Dean was breathing a little roughly and he squeezed your hand before dropping it to move away from you, leaning against the wooden post on the porch, and looking out across the yard and into the dark forest beyond, leaving you only able to see his profile.

"The first soul on my table was a woman named Alice Clark. She was there because she'd sold her soul for her son. During my...time...with her..." Dean rubbed his hand across his mouth as though he was trying to wipe away a bad taste.

"I found out her that her son had been dying, some kind of cancer, when he was a teenager, and she'd made the deal to save him. She spent the next ten years getting to see him graduate and get married, and then the hounds came to rip her away. She was there for the same reason I was, because she loved someone too much to let them leave the world."

He swallowed convulsively again, and you watched a tear spill over his long lashes and course down his cheek, and you let your own tears flow.

"But none of that mattered to me. She was this sweet looking, kinda plump woman, and she burned bright. She was beautiful...and I tore her apart."

Tears fell fast down his cheeks now and you couldn't stop yourself from walking to him and wrapping your arms around his waist, resting your head against his chest. You could hear his heart thumping rapidly.

"So, I tortured her, and she moved off my table and further into the bowels of hell, and I moved on to the next soul. That was four years ago, so roughly four hundred and eighty years ago in hell."

Dean pulled out of your arms, running his hand down his face, wiping away all traces of tears. He began pacing up and down the porch. "So, Alice was in hell for well over four hundred years, and when she came out, she was fully a demon. A demon who wanted to exact revenge. But not on me..."

Dean's voice was barely above a whisper, and you moved closer to hear him over the sounds of the night.

"...on her son."

You frowned. "Her son?"

Dean nodded. "Yes, the twisted demon she turned into blamed him for being in hell. So she crawled out, and started killing off every single member of his and his wife's family, letting the terror of what was happening to them slowly zero in on them until it was just the four of them left. Tim, that was her son, his wife Jessie...and their two little boys."

You clamped a hand to your mouth. Oh dear God, you thought.

Dean seemed to read your mind and he shook his head. "Sam got the boys out, but they have no one now. Not a single member of their family is left."

He began pacing again, fists clenching at his sides. "By the time we got to the house, we'd pieced together what was happening, and I knew it was all on me. She had Tim and Jessie trapped, and I knew she could snap their necks with a wave of her hand, so I tried to reason with her, tried to remind her that everything she'd been through was because she'd loved her son so much."

You remembered what he'd been calling out in his sleep, during his nightmare. Please...Alice...God, please...don't! He'd been pleading with her again in his dreams, begging for a different outcome.

Dean stopped pacing and leaned against the porch rail, arms wide.

He shook his head. "But none of that meant anything to her anymore, and I watched her snap their necks like kindling. I lunged forward, tried to get her with the knife before she could do it, but it was a split second."

Dean's jaw was clenched so tightly, you feared it was going to crack. "I did stab her, killed her and the meatsuit she was possessing, finished what I started." He shook his head and mumbled toward the ground. "Couldn't let her smoke out and go after those boys."

The silence reigned for a long time. Finally Dean went and sat back in his chair, picking up his beer and downing the last of it. You sat down beside him and reached out for his hand again. His hand met yours in the middle and you squeezed it tight.

All the words you had seemed frivolous and stupid in the face of what Dean had been through.

In the end, you offered the one piece of solace you could think of. "You know, you honored Alice's original choice, her original sacrifice."

Dean looked at you, a deep frown etching his brow. "What do you mean?"

"Those little boys. Alice wanted Tim to live, she wanted him to live beyond her, and that's what those boys will do. They'll live lives and carry on their father's and their grandmother's hopes for them. So, you may think you lost, but you didn't lose everything."

Dean didn't respond at first, just looked back out towards the forest. But then he nodded. "Yeah, I'm glad we got 'em out."

"What will happen to them now?" You asked.

"That's where Sammy is, he's bringing them to a husband and wife hunter we know, good people. They said they were happy to take them, always wanted kids, but couldn't have 'em. So...they should be good, I hope." He nodded. "And me and Sammy will check in with them from time to time, make sure they're good. I owe them that at least."

You allowed the night to fall soft and quiet around you both again, keeping hold of Dean's hand and trying to push the love you had for this remarkable man through the tips of your fingers and into his consciousness.

Finally when the stars were high up in the sky and twinkling brightly, you stood up and tugged on Dean's arm. He followed you into the cabin quietly, seemingly happy to let you take the lead as you brought him over to the bed and pushed him down on it.

You pulled off his boots and then pulled back the covers. "Climb under." You ordered him gently and he listened. You made sure the fire was stoked and you turned off the lights before climbing in beside him.

As you stretched out next to him, you looked at his profile in the moonlight and marveled at the absolute strength and beauty to be found there. He turned his head towards you and then, wrapping his hand around the back of your head, he pulled you to him, placing the gentlest of kisses on your lips.

"I told you, Doc, you heal me. I came here bleeding and you patched me up. And I'm not talking about bullet wounds."

You leaned forward and kissed him a little deeper, running your fingers soothingly through his hair. "I will always be here if you need me, Dean."

He smiled at you, his face soft and sleepy. "So you don't mind that I'm staying another night?"

"What did I tell you?" You asked in mock annoyance.

"Right," Dean chuckled softly. "One night isn't enough." He pulled you tight against him and spoke gently against your temple.

"Guess I'll have to stay awhile then."

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Panic Room

Crowley x reader (gn) part 1

about 5,000 words. I hope you all enjoy and please do not copy my work, thanks!

Warnings: read through at like 1:00 am once so probably many mistakes, canon violence, the supernatural, angst (I guess), and language. Also slight warning, I’m planning on making this a 3 part/ maybe short 4th part mini series, but I take forever to write anything, this has just been sitting in my drafts for a couple of months.

Panic Room

Hell Raising

Hair Raising

I’m ready for the worst

So frightening

Face whitening

Fear that you can’t reverse

Welcome to the Panic Room

Where all your darkest fears are going to come for you …

Seven and a half months. For you a total of 75 years of brutal, unrelenting torture. Hell did not treat you well and to call you bitter would not only be offensive but also the largest understatement of the millennium. 

You loved humanity, you loved your life, and you loved those in your life. Despite this, anger was all you could feel toward the people that used to bring you the most joy. The ones that made you laugh, that made you a better person, and left you behind. You didn’t even know if they knew. 

You died. You died and as your deal had stated; you were going to hell. Readying yourself for the worst did nothing to help in the end. The place was so frightening at first, but with time you became used to the fear. It was nothing anymore. Your only goal in life was to never be afraid again. You knew what you needed, but more importantly, you knew what you craved.

You wanted them to pay. You made the deal for them. You made the deal with his crossroad demons. You took the price when the one that fucked up refused to take responsibility for his actions. 

You sacrificed everything. You lost your will to live and more. You didn’t want to hurt just anyone you wanted to hurt them. You wanted them to feel every moment of your torture and then some. You didn’t want revenge, you wanted justice.

“Belial, the wicked one, it’s great to finally see you, however, I had been hoping I’d be able to put a name to a face. Is the mask really necessary?” Crowley stalled.

“No, it’s not necessary, I just prefer it. After all, I did go back to get my face, and I wouldn’t want my old identity to get out there, now would I?”

“I suppose not,” Crowley led on, making his way around one of his numerous castle rooms in Hell, preparing the both of you a drink. “How do you like your liquor?”

“Well, more recently I’ve come to like a nice earthy aged scotch or whiskey neat. Whichever you think would be better. Either is much nicer than the cheap beers I used to drink. However, you still stick to the room temperature yeast water if I’m correct Dean and Sam. As for you Castiel, your grace makes it unnecessary to even try drinking unless you want a whole nother liquor store,” you turn slowly to look at the shorter hunter sneaking up behind you. 

Dean had stopped his stride as you started to speak of him. Sam carefully made his way out from behind a bookshelf to your left. Castiel walked with his usual cadence from your right, out of the darkness.

Crowley gulped as you slowly moved back to look at the King of Hell.  The brothers collected together on your left moving closer to the demon you were staring at. Castiel armed himself with an angel blade shifting to Crowley’s side. 

“It’s nice to see I’ve sent you into such a panic, my King. But all four of you, here, in front of me, it truly seems all of my prayers have been answered.”

“What are your grievances toward us?” Castiel questioned, as he held his position as a warrior of the lord.

“What the hell did we do to you?” Dean asked.

You chuckled menacingly, “Hell is exactly right, Dean Winchester. As for my grievances, I simply can’t move past the fact that I was left here to rot.”

“We don’t even know who you are,” Sam said, trying to ease the tension of the situation.

“I assure you, you know exactly who I am.”

“What is it you wish to do to us for our mistreatment of you?” Crowley did not seem bothered by your accusations. He was in fact satisfied with his work, but only because he did not know whose face lay under the cover of your mask and hood.

“I’m simply going to take you to where all your darkest fears are going to come for you.”

Crowley scowled at this. Castiel raised his blade. “You can’t hurt me, angel, you promised.”

“I have only ever promised that to one-“ Castiel stopped speaking. The look of sudden and horrifying realization dawned on his face.

“Cas, Cas, what is it, who are they?” Dean asked as Sam tried to get Castiel to share the information he had just come to understand.

“Well, I don’t care who feathers promised to protect. This is my kingdom, no one threatens me,” Crowley pulled out his angel blade only making it a step forward.

“Really, Crowl,” your voice sounded as it used to, no longer holding the facade of an old and ancient demon, “when have you ever beat me one-to-one? We could make another bet, you’ll have to finally take me to that one restaurant you're always raving about and saying you’ll bring me to.”

His face fell immediately. “No,” it came out of his mouth with a hint of denial, but his eyes begged for what he was thinking to not be true.

It was your turn to smirk at the demon. You did so as you took off your mask and slowly removed your hood.

“Y/n,” Sam’s voice came out breathy. You were unexpected. Dean’s face whitened entirely, finally understanding Cas’s silence. 

“We burned your body,” Crowley’s voice was breaking and eyes watering.

“You should have gone to Heaven,” Castiel stated.

“And I would have. If I hadn’t made a deal to save you lot from Lucifer,” your nostrils flared and your glare was directed at the Winchesters. “You were like brothers to me. I saved you! And you!” your gaze turned to Crowley, “I was given two goddamn years, by your crossroad demons. And my life ended up shorter than determined because I sacrificed myself to save all of you. And-and you, you let me rot in Hell.” Your voice broke on the last sentence you let slip.

Each of the men before you crumbled at the weight of your words. Not a single one of them could look you in the eye. 

“Do it,” Dean said. No one spoke out against this. “Do what you need to do, make us pay. Just, please, let Sam out of this.” The begging was something your demon side liked, but the human part of you was sickened by it.

You walked forward, reaching out to cradle Dean's face in one of your hands. “No,” escaped firmly from your lips that were stuck in a hellish smile, fully displaying almost pointed teeth, like that of the many monsters you had all killed together.

The fear that followed your statement caught you off guard. Sam, Cas, and Crowley all flinched at your answer and Dean fell apart. 

“Please,” the pleading returned. Dean looked about ready to beg you from his knees.

“I do not want revenge. I want justice. Congratulations, I don’t want to kill you any more than I want to kill anyone else at the moment. I want you to look at me and see what I am. I want you to know what you did. I want you to understand I screamed, and cried, and begged for each of you to save me. I want you to know that I held onto hope for so long,” the tears began to escape from your blackened eyes, “I thought you would come for me. I thought you cared! But you left me, never thought about me. You didn’t give any part of it a second thought. So this is punishment fit for the crime. I am a demon,” you looked at Dean, “I am not your friend,” you looked at Castiel, “I am not Y/n,” you looked at Sam, “and one day I rip this Kingdom from your grasp,” you looked at Crowley, and stepped back to view them all, “most importantly, none of this is personal. You left me behind, now I’m leaving you. You will forever recognize that you messed up and I will always be a reminder of your guilt. You are nothing to me, even if I am something to you.”

You began to walk off, reaching for the handle of the doors you had walked through earlier. You spared only one glance back before walking out, making one final blow, “goodbye boys.” After that, you simply disappeared.

—

“Your majesty,” the demon croaked out in fear.

“What?!” you snapped at your underling as you looked up from the scattered plans of hell and general paperwork. The demon shook under your gaze. It concerned you at times that your demons feared you so much. You were more of a force to be reckoned with than Crowley and he had been a demon for far longer than you had. The cruelty wasn’t what you wanted. You had hoped the damage done to your soul hadn’t changed you as much as it obviously did, but you supposed that was just your luck. “I apologize for my brashness, Anthony. I’m simply busy and stressed. Now tell me, what is the matter?” you looked at the demon before you with as much care as a demon can have for their personal assistant in a strictly platonic way.  

“I’m afraid the Winchesters wish to see you. The short one is in the palace with his angel,” he told you still wary of your scrutiny.

“Here… in Hell?” you questioned. Anthony nodded, swallowing down his hesitance. 

“They threatened to start killing your people if you refuse,” he said.

“Ahh, send them in then,” you told the demon, “make sure they know that if any harm comes to you I will be far less willing to even give them the time of day once they arrive.”

With another small nod, he walked off to collect Dean and Castiel. It had been a year since you had last seen any one of your old ex-friends. Hopefully, they would leave you alone if you showed little interest in their affairs.

As quickly as he left, Anthony seemed to return. Dean and Castiel were in tow, following behind the demon. You raised your brows at your loyal subject asking him if he was alright. As always Anthony kept it short with a brief nod before gesturing toward the door. You responded curtly back. Neither of you needed words to truly understand the other when it came to such dealings. 

“You seem to be doing well down here,” Dean said, rocking on his feet, a telltale sign that he was uncertain and needed to calm his nerves somehow.

“Yes, I suppose us demons just have a knack when it comes to Hell,” Dean paled at the distance of your voice. It still destroyed him that this was you now. All he saw was your body, but it wasn’t you inside, not the you that had been like a younger sibling to him.

You asked Dean what he was doing here, but he did not respond.

“Dean,” Cas said.

“Yeah.”

“I asked what you wanted,” you said again, this time he was actually aware. 

“Oh,” Dean was certainly out of it. Even Cas seemed to be affected by your voice. He tried to show it less, but Dean looked struck. If you had any empathy for them you would have felt bad. But you had none.

“Look,” you turned to actually face them, abandoning your work, “I’m not unreasonable, and I doubt this is a social call. I know that most of what you do tends to keep newer, larger, and more concerning players off the board. So what can I do for you so I can get back to my job and you can get back to yours?”

“We need help,” Dean replied.

“We need to find the angel tablet,” Castiel said. He seemed off somehow, even just slightly. He felt off too. It could have just been your new keen magic skills. You had recently been looking into seer magic and empaths.

“Oh,” you let out, leaning back into your throne, “Sorry, little above my level at the moment. I can get you a referral though. May I ask why you need this specific artifact?”

“So you’ve heard of it?” Dean pressed, stepping closer. Your eyes flitted black and he took a cautionary step back.

“I’m afraid I don’t let demon hunters and their angel friends too close, out of self-preservation. As for hearing of it, yes, I have. Let’s just say some information trickled down from Crowley’s kingdom.”

“Is this not all his Kingdom?” Castiel’s head cocked to the side.

“For the moment. It’s always healthy to have some respectable competition.”

“Who would this ‘referral’ be?” Dean used air quotes awaiting his likely disappointment.

“Ah,” you sighed, “I had a feeling you would ask that. Sadly, Crowley would likely know more than I would.”

“Crowley isn’t going to let us anywhere near him,” Dean argued.

“Well, that isn’t my problem. I’m not the one mucking around in other people’s business, now am I?”

“Y/n-” Cas started.

“It’s Belial or your majesty, angel,” you barked.

“I apologize, Belial,” Cas looked devastated. Fuck, what was that pang in your heart? Why did it hurt so much?

“He won’t talk to us. Not while he has the demon tablet,” Dean tried to present his case.

“Yes, and that has to be the one thing he is actually doing well at the moment, keeping it away from you, good for him. Now if that is all then respectfully, get out of my palace.”

“Thank you, Belial.”

“Cas we can’t just-”

“We can and we will, Dean,” the angel as always responded firmly and apathetically. Castiel placed a hand on Dean’s shoulder ready to fly out of your throne room.

“Castiel,” you said, your voice louder than it had been before that it echoed around the room.

The angel did nothing more than look at you expectantly. “Be careful, I don’t believe any of this is going to end well for you.”

“I will be fine,” he said.

“No, angel, I mean it. I have this feeling, watch out, please,” this was the closest you had ever been to who you used to be.

“Okay.”

—

“You, you helped me, why? I- you said you wouldn’t,” Crowley fumbled as you freed him of his restraints.

“Trust me, it’s not personal. You’re just easier to overthrow than Lucifer. So, as many say, the enemy of my enemy is my friend.” The locks clicked, releasing the demon crouched beneath you. You dropped the chains to the floor and pointed back and forth between the two of you, “This little alliance will only last till Lucifer is back in his cage. After that, I will go back to ignoring your existence, other than me trying to take over Hell.”

“Well, I can’t say that isn’t logical. I suppose I’ll make do,” Crowley rubbed his wrists.

“There is no making due. Neither of us wants Lucifer in charge of anything. That would be bad for both of us.”

“Why is that so bad for you?” Crowley looked at you with curiosity in his eyes, “You want to ignore me forever. You wish the same for the Winchesters and Castiel. So why would joining Lucifer and letting him kill us to be so bad?” 

“I-” your loss for words was concerning to Crowley when it came to this form of you. The demon you was hard to throw off their game.

“Well?” He egged you on.

“How could you ever think that I want you dead?” your voice was low, as was your gaze. You avoided looking at him. Keeping your voice steady was harder than you expected.

It was Crowley’s turn to be at a loss for words. From the start, he had thought you wanted revenge as much as you claimed you didn’t. You were a demon after all, and you thought he and the others had wronged you. He fully expected you to fantasize about each of their ends.

Finally, your eyes found his face. He never thought he would see them as broken and hurt. The glossiness of your tears was begging to spill over. “You scare me. But never, ever believe that I want you dead. I can’t trust you. I can’t be around you, because I am afraid. Because I know if I have to I’d do it all again. Seventy-five years of torture to make me hate all of you, and only three to make me care for you enough to screw myself again. Fear is an incredible tool for motivation. So yes, I’m afraid of what Lucifer will do to me, but I am just as afraid of what Lucifer will do to you.”

——

“So you're the little demon ex-hunter Fergus is obsessed with?” the red-headed witch mewled.

“If you are asking rhetorically then you likely already know,” the answer was monotonous.

“I see why he likes you so much, this body of yours is most certainly a looker. You’re also far more mature and intelligent than the other demons.”

“Back off posh female Ron Weasley.”

“I’m afraid I don't know who that is.”

You rolled your eyes as she followed you like a dog seeking attention.

“Now, as I’m sure you’re aware, your son and I are not on speaking terms. Whatever he says to you about me does not pique my interest or concern,” you turned to walk away from the witch.

“What about the fact that there’s a human pregnant with Lucifer’s child,” her voice was smug, but her words made you stand straight. “I see that caught your attention, darling.”

“You have 10 minutes to tell me everything I need to know before I leave,” you growled at her, your black eyes attempting to bring fear into her soul.

“Well, that should be more than enough time. Once I finish with all the boring stuff, we can chat. My name's Rowena by the way. You should probably know that considering how much Fergus talks about you. With his enthusiasm I’ll one day be your mother-in-law.”

“I doubt it, considering,” you mocked her and gestured to your eyes. “Either way, as much as Crowley may talk about me, he most certainly talked about you.”

“All good things I hope,” she smiled at you. It was as if every gesture of hers and every action was manipulative by nature. You understood his hatred for her, she didn’t have a genuine bone in her body. You hoped for Crowley that would change, but at the same time, you wished she would finally let him go. He was far too caught up on the woman that never loved him the way she should have. But you would never tell him that, or anyone for the matter.

“Nope, even if there was any good to share, it would never have mattered, not based on everything else he told me about you.”

“Well,” she looked at you, for once appearing less devious, “I hope I can change that.”

“You can’t, and even if you technically could, it wouldn’t mean anything, because once more, I don’t care and I never will.”

———

Juliet nudged your leg. You were situated at the table in the bunker’s library. For the past year, you have riddled yourself with vigorous research and learning. You had been impressive before all of this, but with the extra reading and practice on spells, you were more powerful than you ever really imagined. You were more powerful than Sam, Dean, or Castiel ever expected you to become. It wasn’t necessarily healthy, but considering the track records of each of your respective companions, you were doing much better. 

The gorgeous black-coated supernatural dog whined a little to fully grasp your attention away from the article you were reading titled, He-Wolf/She-Wolf: a Study of Werewolf Transgenderism. You had honestly been curious about the intersectionalities of the two, but after a couple of pages in the read became more of one for pleasure than one for research. As much as you found it interesting it didn’t aid you in any of your studies. Still, you thoroughly enjoyed it, even bringing it up in conversation with the Winchesters and Cas when they talked to you. 

Placing down the paper you looked up at the adorable now one-year-old you had taken under your demonic metaphorical wing. Jack was the sweetest little antichrist you had ever seen.

“Hey kid, whatcha doing?”

He didn’t look happy, in fact, he looked unhappy and a little guilty. It made you sad to see him upset, after all, he was your one and only nephew, and you loved him dearly. He was the only reason you stayed around so much. The others you could care less about, but you’d damn yourself again for the boy before you. Juliet could sense his emotions as well, and ventured slowly over to the son of Lucifer. She gently brushed against the kid's leg. Without a thought, the boy petted the Hell Hound.

“Jack,” your voice was laced with concern, “is everything okay? Did something happen?” The boy looked away with sad eyes and the slightest pout, “come on kid it’s your birthday, you can’t wallow in your negative emotions with me around, not today.”

“Do you blame me?” he asked, looking back at you with tears in his eyes.

“Jack,” your voice broke as you stood up to embrace him, “of course, I don’t, whatever would I blame you for?”

Before you could reach him, he stepped back.

“Jack,” with every second you grew more worried.

“Because it’s my fault. Crowley would be alive if I had never been-“

“No,” you said firmly. But Jack only flinched. You didn’t waste time this go around, immediately engulfing him in a hug. “Don’t say that kid, don’t say that. You are the best thing that ever happened to me. I could never blame you, and either way, it wasn’t your fault. It was Lucifer’s and mine and Sam’s and Dean’s and Cas’ and Crowley’s. We all knew what we were up against, but you kiddo, you couldn’t possibly be at fault for anything that happened that day. I just got a little unlucky alright, the best thing that ever happened to me occurred on the same day that one of the worst things that have ever happened to me did. I love you, Jack, I love you, and I can tell you without a doubt none of it was your fault, but most importantly, none of it was your responsibility.”

“I’m sorry,” he cried into your shoulder as he gripped you right.

“Shhh, shhh, you have nothing to be sorry for,” you patted his head softly.

“I just-I just know how hard today must be for you. I know how hard it is for Sam and Dean to look at me- I” 

You pulled away, but only slightly. With precise movements you wiped the tears in his cheeks away, “It could never be hard for me to look at you, unless,” your voice cracked, “unless something happened to you, I- I love you, Jack. You're my nephew, you're the person I care about the most, okay? You could never make me truly mad or upset with you.”

Jack nodded the tears in his eyes finally slowing down, “I never wanted anyone to get hurt.”

“I know, Cas knows, Sam knows, Dean is getting there, and he should have already gotten there okay? Dean- Dean just- don’t let him get to you kid.”

“He has every right to-”

“He has no right,” you said clearly to Jack, “he has no right.”

“Thank you,” he sniffled.

“Always, kiddo.”

“I um- I found these,” he showed you the old photos of you and Crowley before you had become a demon. You carefully took them from his hands, avoiding looking at the photos of the two of you. It was a mystery as to how Jack found these, considering that you hid them away from prying eyes because you yourself refused to look at them. 

———

“Get off my throne,” you growled at the witch.

“Ah,” Rowena smiled brightly, “Y/n, I’ve been waiting for you to show up. How have you been?”

“I was doing fine until I heard you're quite non-demonic arse was sitting on the freaking throne of Hell! You are not a demon, Rowena, what in the name of my goddamn sanity are you doing?”

“Just filling in the position. No one else took a grab at it,” her nonchalance was really starting to piss you off.

“Fuck off, Rowena,” the witch gasped shocked at you and your words.

“That is no way to speak to your, Queen, or a friend for the matter,” she held a hand to her chest.

“Get off the throne,” you spoke through gritted teeth, eyes blackened, and voice course.

“Darling-” Rowena had yet to move.

“Get off his Throne!” your voice amplified at your outburst. Dark magic encircled you, inky black coils, spreading out from your body. Tears escaped your eyes with the same fervor and enthusiasm as Lucifer escaping the cage. 

Rowena wasted no time bounding from the throne and to you. You were so lost, so without focus. 

“It’s okay, it’s okay, Darling. I’ve got you. You’re going to be okay, everything is going to be okay. Shush child, let it out, let it out,” she tried to soothe you. To your surprise, it somewhat worked. She had calmed your angered state, but you were still a sobbing mess on the floor. With careful and caring intent she gracefully brushed your hair with her fingers, humming sweet melodies. 

It felt like hours, hours of Crowley’s mother combing your hair softly swaddling you and your grief. “It’s alright, Darling,” she cradled your face in her soft, deadly hands, brushing away stray tears that hadn’t been caught by the fabric of her skirt. “I suppose, well I suppose, Hell could always use another monarch, don’t you think? You would be a wonderful ally, you would make a wonderful leader.”

“Why couldn’t it be me? If I’d just- If I’d just told him that I, that I, that I lov-” your body broke down again, your throat aching for the sobbing to stop. Your eyes pleaded with you to stop mass-producing tears, but your heart couldn’t handle the hurt.

———

Your heart was doing better at handling it now. You sat beside, Rowena. Two thrones, two leaders of Hell, one King, and one Queen. All demons respected you, followed you, and were loyal to you.

You were the only demon that resented you for sitting on that damned throne. But that was only half the time. When you felt this way, it was often that those you still had around distracted you from those thoughts or blatantly told you how wrong they were. Sam often joined the both of you in Hell, enjoying his time with you and Rowena. Jack seemed to become like Rowena’s grandchild. She constantly taught him new things you had to reteach him about because of her adverse teaching style. Somehow out of the two of you, it was the demon that had the better grasp on morals. Castiel typically stopped by to grab Jack from your palace or frequented your palace with Dean. As always the two were as close as ever. 

Those two and Sam were practically Jack’s three dads. Dean had finally moved on from what had occurred between Jack and his mother. The idiot even apologized to Jack after all the shit he put the poor kid through. Like the bright little ball of sunshine he was, Jack forgave him instantly, despite you telling him that he didn’t have to accept the apology right away or at face value. Jack let your concerns roll off of him, telling you he knew Dean was being sincere.

It took you longer to forgive Dean. The hunter even tried apologizing to you. It left you a laughing mess because you couldn’t fathom what warranted his empty words. You had heard Dean say it himself, that he often apologized to Sam without even meaning it. With time and patience, you moved past his ignorance, realizing some of your own. It was often demons get bitter, your negative emotions heightened, and your positive ones lessened. One day when he and Castiel had come to pick up Jack you extended the olive branch necessary to replenish as much of your friendship as possible. Dean gladly accepted your offer, stating he would love to have your help on cases, whether it be research or the actual hunt. With a smile on your face, your gaze moved to the incredible Nephilim you had helped raise standing beside his chosen father. Your only last hope for all of them being that Dean finally confesses to Castiel as well.

The smile remained on your face for the rest of the day. Despite not needing sleep you were preparing to go to bed. The cell phone you had been gifted by the hunter brothers rang throughout your room just as you were moving aside your covers. Reaching over you received a nice greeting from Sam. It seemed Dean had told Sam what you had said earlier that day. Snapping your fingers, your cozy fleece pajamas were swapped for your preferred choice of royal attire. A quick swoosh and you appeared at the library in the Men of Letters base. 

———

You didn’t like this one bit. In fact, you dreaded this quite a lot. 

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Mechanic!Dean Winchester - A/B/O - mini-series

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Contains: 💦 smut   // 💔 angst // 💕 fluff // 🖤 light smut // 🔙 prequel

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Secret Admirer | Part 5

Summary: When your date for the evening stands you up, a handsome, confident stranger swoops in to save the night from total disaster. By the next morning, you’re glad things turned out how they did, because Dean is a much better lover than your no-show ever could have been. You had just been looking for a one night stand, but could this night between you and Dean turn into something more?

Pairing: Dean x Bayley x Reader x Sam Rating: 18+ Warnings: Incest Tags: Foursome, Everyone is Bi!Curious, Incestuous Awakenings all around, Dean’s dream to sleep with twins comes true, all the smut, Dom!Dean, Dom!Sam, Switch!Bayley, Sub!Reader, kissing, oral sex (f and m rec), instruction kink, Daddy kink, Daddy!Sam, p in v, p in a, strap on, face riding, sex toys, anal fingering, bottom!Dean, top!Sam, top!Bayley, light humiliation, name-calling, slut shaming (affectionate), praise kink, multiple orgasms, squirting, double penetration, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, cream pie, sloppy seconds, cum play, again oddly fluffy at the end Bingo Squares: @supernatural-jackles TMAS Bingo - Quote D: “Well, I can scratch that off my bucket list.” || @anyfandomkinkbingo - “How do you feel about two at once?” || @anyfandomgoesbingo - Multiple Orgasms | @spnkinkbingo - Corporal Punishment Word Count: 6.8k

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Dean hauls you to your feet and shoves you towards the bed unceremoniously, pushing down his boxers as he stumbles behind you before sitting at the head of the bed. 

“Lay down right here next to me, baby girl,” Sam pats the bed between your sister’s legs, and you slide into place, propping yourself up on your elbows. “Closer, c’mon now,” your dom orders, smacking your ass to urge you up the bed so your lips are practically touching Bayley’s evidently dripping pussy. Christ you can even smell how aroused she is, and suddenly you understand what Sam means every time he’s buried his head between your legs and told you that you smell so sweet. You’ve always thought he was just saying that to say it, just dirty talking, but now you see that he’s only been telling the truth. You wonder if Bayley will taste the way Sam always says you taste, too. 

“What do I do, Daddy?” you turn to Sam, mind suddenly empty of any idea of how to start. 

“Want you to copy everything Daddy does, ‘kay sweetheart?” He smiles at you seductively and you nod in agreement, laying your head against Bayley’s thigh to watch him closely.

Sam leans forward slowly, dragging his face along Bayley’s other thigh and breathing through his mouth, something you know tickles like crazy because of his stubble and shoulder length hair but also massively elevates the anticipation of finally feeling his lips where they’re desired most. He blows a gentle stream of air across her skin, and you see Bayley shudder, the muscles in her stomach twitching involuntarily. Then Sam finally kisses her, dragging his lips lightly between her legs, from her clit all the way to her entrance and then back to the top. He pulls back and looks at you, giving you your cue to try. 

You copy everything Sam had done, and you’re pleased when you get the same reaction out of Bayley that he’d gotten. When you’ve finished, you look back to Sam for further instruction. He smirks and pokes his tongue out, tracing it in a small circle around Bayley’s clit with barely any pressure, and you can see her clenching in aggravation, wanting more. You lean in as Sam’s pulling away, tongue dancing in the same pattern across her little bundle of nerves, and this time you hear a tiny whimper from above you. 

Taking initiative, you press yourself more fully against Bayley, leaving a shiny trail over her skin as your tongue plays with her, and the scent of her arousal becomes even more heady and overwhelming. 

“Good girl,” Sam coos above you, petting your back soothingly as you continue to circle your tongue in its pattern. “Kept going without me even telling you to, bet you’re just hungry to see what she tastes like, aren’t you?” 

“Mmhmm,” you hum, sealing your lips in a kiss that has Bayley gasping, her hands shooting down and twisting in your hair to hold you more firmly against her. 

“Do that again,” she pants, and you obey as readily as if it had been Sam giving you the instruction. You kiss her clit again in the same way, and she groans happily. 

“Use that tongue, baby girl,” Sam urges from your side, “we both know how good it is.” 

“Yeah we fuckin’ do,” Dean agrees, and Sam exhales sharply in amusement. 

“You enjoy my girl’s tongue, big brother?” 

“Uh... duh,” Dean scoffs incredulously, but whatever he was about to say next is drowned out by Bayley’s squealing moan as you drag your tongue down through her folds and use it to lap at her entrance instead of her clit. 

“Fuck. You’re noisy, aren’t you sweetheart?” Sam chuckles. “Dean, why don’t you shut ‘er up for a bit.” 

Curious, you flick your eyes up to see Dean smirking as he raises up on his knees to run his cock over Bayley’s lips, which fall open easily at the invitation. 

“Fuck yeah, that’s it,” he groans, throwing his head back as he starts to pump his hips shallowly, letting her get used to the intrusion. You feel a tug on the back of your head and look over at Sam curiously, feeling a small surge of satisfaction inside when Bayley groans in annoyance at the loss of your touch. 

Sam ducks down to take your place, and Bayley’s whines start up again immediately, far louder than they had been for you. You peer around Sam’s face to watch what he’s doing, and you see the tip of his finger thrusting gently in and out of her, barely going past the first knuckle, while his tongue flicks across her clit faster than you’ve ever seen a tongue move. Yeah, you know this trick; you smile to yourself, feeling a wave of arousal thrum through your own core at the memory of just how good it feels when Sam does this. He lifts his head with a satisfied grin, dragging his finger from Bayley’s pussy slowly and then holding it to your lips. 

“Taste your sister for me, baby girl,” he breathes, his voice noticeably more raspy now. Obediently you open your mouth and suck Sam’s finger in, licking away the heavy sweetness of Bayley’s arousal. “You like that?” Sam asks knowingly, and you nod your head.

“Want more, Daddy,” you plead, and he smiles at you hungrily.

“And what do you say when you want something?”

“Please, Daddy,” you pout, trying to make yourself look as helpless and innocent as possible. 

“Please what?” Sam grins, and you groan internally. He is not letting you have it easy tonight. 

“Please… please can I taste her again?” you ask shyly, feeling your skin flush in shame for how badly you want to put your head between your sister's legs. 

“How about you say, ‘please can I eat my sister’s cunt, Daddy?’,” Sam offers, and you catch yourself almost moaning in embarrassment and humiliation, but also in immense arousal. Fuck him for knowing you’d be into this before you even knew it yourself. 

“Please...” you hesitate but persevere. “Can I please eat my sister’s cunt, Daddy?” Somewhere in the back of your mind, you register the sounds of Dean and Bayley groaning while he continues to fuck her throat, but your attention is focused on Sam, who is lording your desire over you with glee. 

“Of course you can, baby girl,” he relents, pushing on the back of your neck roughly and shoving your lips through her slick, which you stick your tongue out to lap up eagerly. “And don’t you dare stop until she’s cumming all over your pretty little face, got that?” your dom threatens harshly and you nod, unable to hold back a moan. 

“Fuck, you look so hot with your head buried in someone’s pussy,” Sam groans, and you feel him shift on the bed next to you and then straddle your legs, holding your ass apart so he can slide his cock against your hole teasingly. “You’ll do anything your Daddy tells you to, won’t you? Of fuckin’ course you will, you’re such a slut you’re tongue fucking your own sister just to make me happy, aren’t you baby? Gonna let me and my brother fucking ruin your holes too while you’re at it. Just gonna be a fucking cumdump for us tonight, huh baby, just a pathetic set of holes for all of us to use, and you’ll fucking love it. You probably don’t even need to cum, do you? You just like being used, dontcha? Just want your Daddy to put you in your fucking place.” 

Sam spanks you harshly as he grinds his cock against your ass, pushing down on your shoulders so your head is trapped against Bayley’s cunt, and there’s nothing you could do to move him even if you had wanted to. He manhandles you so effortlessly, manipulates you like you’re just a fucking sex toy to him, and then humiliates you for actually getting off on it, and you love him for it. It’s hard to tell, because Bayley’s so wet, but you think you might actually be crying from how fucking horny Sam is making you, all while withholding the one thing he knows you’re craving: his cock buried inside you. 

“Daddy, please!” you beg, knowing you sound utterly pathetic but not caring one bit. 

“Please what, baby girl?” It’s Dean who answers you, reaching down and pulling on your hair so you’re forced to look up at him. His cock is still thrusting shallowly in your sister’s mouth, but he’s not really paying her any mind, just using her throat like a toy. “What ar’ya askin’ for, sweetheart?” 

“Want Daddy’s cock,” you whine, pouting up at Dean in hopes of sympathy. “Wan’ Daddy to fuck me. Please.” 

“Well, here’s the thing darlin’,” –Dean’s grin spreads wider across his face, and he looks even more threatening now– “I’m pretty sure I heard your Daddy tell you not to stop eating my girlfriend’s cunt until she came good and hard all over your pathetic little face,” he sneers. “And I don’t remember her cumming. Do you?” You feel the colour drain out of your face at his words because you know he’s right, and now you’re going to be punished for your mistake, you’re sure of it. 

“Yeah, let me see the fear in those pretty eyes, baby girl,” Dean pinches your chin and forces your face skyward so he can look you in the eye. “God, Sam, you gotta let me do it. I wanna make ‘er scream,” he looks behind you at his little brother, childlike excitement wild in his bright green eyes, and you hear Sam chuckle deeply. 

“Be my guest,” he answers, and you whine when Sam abandons the bed, leaving your legs cold in the absence of his body heat. You watch him round the corner of the mattress and bend down for the duffle bag they brought along. 

“What’s her favourite?” Dean asks as he rummages through the bag of toys, and that question surprises you – and apparently Sam as well – because you hear the confusion in your boyfriend's tone when he answers. 

“Uh, that one,” he points out a toy to his brother and Dean smirks. 

“You dirty, dirty girl,” he grins, clicking his tongue, and you feel yourself flush in embarrassment even though you’re not actually sure what Sam had pointed to. You have a lot of favourites when it comes to sex toys, it usually depends on your mood. After a moment more of rifling, Dean flicks his eyes up to you with a wicked grin, and slowly draws a leather whip into view. You gulp, mouth suddenly going very dry. That whip is absolutely not your favourite. That’s one of the toys that’s actually a genuine punishment for you, which is one of the reasons why it’s Sam’s favourite. 

“No, Daddy, please,” you turn to Sam, begging for mercy. “I’ll be good, I promise.” 

“You disobeyed a direct order, Y/N. You know you deserve whatever punishment we decide is fair,” Sam gives you a stern look, his hazel eyes having been almost entirely swallowed up by his pupils, making his expression dark, sinister – and hungry. You won’t find any mercy from him; he wants to see you punished just as much as Dean does. 

“Lie flat on your stomach, hands over your head,” Dean orders gravely, his voice heavy with obvious arousal, and despite your fear of the punishment, it excites you to see how much this is turning Dean on. “Bayley, hold her arms down, can’t have her running away now, can we?” His lips twitch in a smug smile as you and Bayley both follow his instructions without protest, and your twin smirks down at you as she leans on your arms and pins you to the bed. 

“How many d’ya think?” Dean asks behind you, and you hear Sam hum in contemplation. 

“I think three to start,” he muses, “but any time she fucks up after this, we double it.” 

“Ooh,” Dean hisses in mocking sympathy, “your Daddy’s a mean sonofabitch, ain’t he?” 

You don’t answer, knowing that if you agreed with Dean, Sam would add even more lashes to your punishment. The first blow of the whip lands without any warning, cracking through the air as the sharp leather tip stings your ass cheeks. You cry out in pain and surprise, burying your face in the mattress and trying to hold back the tears that instantly spring to your eyes. 

“Oh no you don’t,” Bayley grabs the back of your hair and pulls your head up, straining your neck to make you look her in the eye. “Dean said he wanted to hear you scream, so that’s what you’re gonna do. Isn’t it slut?” Another lash lands, this time across the backs of your thighs, and you do scream, your eyes scrunching up tightly against the searing pain. 

“I see why you have trouble controlling this one, Dean,” Sam remarks in amusement. “She’s got some spirit.” 

“Damn right I do,” Bay smiles proudly over your shoulders towards the brothers. 

“You want a turn at the reins, sweetheart?” Sam asks, and you hear a rustling sound as he goes through the bag, holding something up that you can’t see, but makes your sister’s eyes light up in delight. 

“Oh absolutely,” she practically purrs, “but I think our little whore still has one more lash left, doesn’t she?” 

“Don’t worry, I didn’t forget,” Dean answers smugly. There’s a moment of tense silence as you wait for the final strike, wondering anxiously where it will land. The whip skims teasingly over your thighs, runs between your legs and drags through your folds, so you can feel it trailing your slick over your skin as it runs up your back, making you shive. “Beg me for it.” 

“W-what?” you stumble over the word in confusion. 

“Beg me to hurt you,” Dean instructs you again in a neutral tone, like he’s barely interested in what’s happening right now. 

“No,” you shake your head. “No, I don’t want it, please,” you whimper, straining to get a full breath in with Bayley pulling your head back as tightly as she is. 

“Well then you don’t get to play for the rest of the night,” Sam answers coldly, crouching down on his haunches beside the bed so he’s in your line of sight. “If you want any of us to touch you for the rest of the night, then you do as you’re fucking told and beg him, is that understood?” he asks threateningly and you gulp, feeling a surge of heat tingle in your core under his hard stare. 

“Yes, Daddy,” you whimper, swallowing anxiously to try to wet your throat a little. “P-please punish me, Dean,” you stutter hesitantly, shaking when you feel the tail of the whip draping over your pussy again. 

“I think you should be addressing him with a little more respect, slut,” Bayley grins down at you maliciously, and you have to fight the childish urge to stick your tongue out at her. 

“I’m sorry, Sir,” you whine as Sam reaches out to pinch at your nipples when you’re too slow to respond to Bayley. “Please punish me, Sir,” you beg, hoping this time it will be enough. 

“Why do you want me to punish you, baby girl?” Dean presses, and you groan internally. The anticipation of the final strike is just making it worse, and you’re sure that’s why they’re doing this. 

“Because I d-deserve it, Sir,” you pant, trying not to cry out as Sam twists your nipples again painfully, sending another burst of arousal through your system.

“Why else?” Dean smacks his palm over the mark he’d left on your ass with the whip and you moan in pain. “Tell me why you moan like a whore in heat every time I hit you,” he growls, spanking you again. 

“Because I want you to hurt me, Sir,” you mewl, trying to rock your hips against the mattress in a vain attempt to create some friction on your pussy, but it’s useless with the way Bayley is holding you down. 

“Beg me again, baby girl,” Dean commands, and you can hear the grin in his voice: the smug bastard is loving this. 

“Please punish me, Sir. Please hurt me, want you to hurt me,” you force the words out through the strain in your throat as Bayley pulls your head back even more tightly. 

“Good girl,” Sam whispers approvingly, giving both your breasts a gentle, comforting squeeze that you breathe into happily before your whole body jumps and seizes in pain as Dean lands the whip over your ass as Sam pinches your nipples and Bayley pulls your hair; all the tortures timed in such perfect synchronicity you think Dean must have given them some kind of signal you couldn’t see. Your scream rings out clearly in the room, and you see Sam swallow thickly, clearly turned on by watching your punishment at the hands of his brother. 

“P-please Daddy,” you whimper when everyone has let you go and you collapse to the mattress, too boneless to move on your own. “Please,” you whisper, trusting Sam will know what you’re begging for despite your inability to articulate it properly right now. He rolls you over on your back and brushes the hair out of your face gently, smiling down at you with pride and kindness that you soak up as if it were the very rays of the sun. 

“Don’t worry baby girl, Daddy’s here,” Sam assures you, dropping a kiss to your forehead lovingly and reaching out for your hand to give it a squeeze, letting you anchor yourself to him. “You want a cock inside you now, don’tcha sweetheart?” he asks, and you nod pleadingly. “Well, how do you feel about two at once?”

“That’s it, that’s a good little whore, squeezin’ my big fucking cock,” Dean grunts, thrusting up into your ass from where he’s lying beneath you on the bed. “You fuckin’ love this, dontcha?” he taunts gleefully, slamming his hips against yours with extra enthusiasm as you moan in agreement. Every time Dean thrusts in is alternated by Bayley fucking her strap on into your pussy, so you’re never left without a cock inside of you. 

“What do you say when someone gives you a compliment, baby girl?” Sam reminds you, smacking one of your breasts in correction and making you clamp down harder around the cocks inside of you. 

“Thank you, Sir,” you whine, trying to resist the urge to buck your hips into Bayley’s dildo and fighting to stay still like you’re told. 

“You’re being such a good slut for Daddy,” Sam praises you, massaging the back of your neck soothingly as he uses his other hand to stroke himself while he watches the show the three of you are putting on. “If I tell you to cum for me again, will you listen?” 

You groan in reply, wanting very much to be allowed to cum again, since Sam had made Bayley pull out and ruin your last one in punishment for not asking his permission. Then you had to watch as Sam and Dean got Bayley off twice before he’d let any of them touch you again.

“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’,” Sam smiles pompously and pumps his cock faster for a moment before releasing himself and moving a little further down the bed. He bends over between you and Bayley and spits sharply on your clit, slicking you up to tease his fingers over the sensitive bundle of nerves. “Okay baby girl, you get until the count of five,” –he rubs a little harder and a little more quickly– “but if you haven’t started cumming yet then you have to wait again, okay? You gonna cum for Daddy?” 

“Oh fuck, yes Daddy!” you whine, practically sobbing in need as you clamp your muscles rhythmically around Dean and Bayley, willing yourself to tip over the edge. 

“Five… four… three…” 

“Oh God, oh fuck, right there! Right there, fuck yes, don’t stop! Don’t stop, Daddy! Oh my God!” you cry, feeling your legs beginning to shake and your muscles tensing desperately. 

“Two…” Sam speeds his two fingers up just a fraction and slips them just a little to the left, and then you scream, your orgasm washing through you in a flurry of spasming muscles and shaking nerves and you shudder so fiercely in Dean’s arms that he and Bayley actually slip out of you and you roll off to the side, landing on the bed in a fit of breathlessness. 

“Holy shit,” Dean laughs, sweeping your hair out of your eyes and stroking the top of your head as you come down from your high. “What do I have to do to cum that hard?” 

“I might have an idea,” Bayley smirks seductively at Dean, then flashes you a wink, and even in your slightly foggy state you understand exactly what she’s talking about. 

“Bring it on, sweetheart,” Dean beckons his girlfriend over to him eagerly and she climbs into his lap. You and Sam are now safely out of her way as he cuddles you into his chest, his chin hooked over your shoulder as you watch the pair of them. You smile to yourself as Sam starts to grind his cock against your ass, wondering what he’ll think of Bayley’s suggestion. 

“I think” –Bayley kisses over Dean’s cheek and bites his ear teasingly– “you would cum so hard” –she grinds her strap against Dean, sliding her dildo alongside his cock, and Dean doesn’t protest– “if you” –she reaches down and wraps a hand around the pair of cocks, pumping them together so Dean throws his head back and groans– “let Sam fuck you,” she speaks against Dean’s lips, and he immediately freezes. You can feel Sam stiffen a little behind you too, his hips stopping their rocking motion, and you wonder what that means. 

“You can’t be serious,” Dean scoffs, looking at Bayley with a raised eyebrow, then glancing over at you and Sam, then back to Bayley, who says nothing, just stares Dean down placidly. “Seriously?” 

“Why not?” Bayley shrugs. “You’re the one who said you wanted to cum as hard as Y/N, I guarantee you one of the reasons she screamed that loud was the number of cocks inside of her,” she smirks at you, and this time, in the comforting glow of your orgasm, you can’t resist making a face back at her. “Oh c’mon Y/N, help me out here, you want to see them fuck too,” Bayley whines a little petulantly, and Dean looks over a you with a look of intense betrayal, like you’d just scratched the Impala or something. Sam rolls you over a little and looks down at you. 

“You want to see me and Dean, baby girl?” he asks, curiosity alight in the slim ring of his hazel irises still visible. 

“I– … yes, Daddy,” you answer with a hesitant nod, feeling yourself flush under his scrutiny and waiting with bated breath for his reaction. He dips his head closer, brushing his lips over yours goadingly as he speaks. 

“You wanna see me fuck my brother? Think he’ll look good with my cock up his tight little ass?” You feel another surge of arousal wash through you, even though you’re still recovering from your last orgasm.

“Yes. Please, Daddy,” you whisper against his lips, teasing him with an almost kiss in return. “You’d look so hot.” 

“You got to see me fuck Y/N,” Bayley points out petulantly, pouting at Dean. “It’s only fair, really.” 

“She’s got a point there, brother,” Sam laughs, raising his head to grin wolfishly at his big brother. “C’mon, I promise I’ll be gentle for your first time,” he jests and you see Dean roll his eyes. “Or are you not man enough to take it up the ass?” 

“Oh, fuck you,” Dean grunts, shoving Bayley off him unceremoniously and turning over on his hands and knees with an aggravated huff. “Just use enough lube, asshole,” he gripes, grabbing the tube off the nightstand and tossing it over his shoulder to Sam, who catches it easily. 

“Will do, don’t worry,” Sam chuckles. “You griping at me the whole time wouldn’t be sexy.” 

Even with plenty of lube and – in your opinion – very generous and considerate prep from Sam, Dean still complains, but Sam takes it in stride and snaps right back at him, not at all discouraged. You and Bayley have settled in to watch the show, leaning against the headboard with a pile of pillows and nestling together. You feel Bayley’s shoulder nudging against yours and look away from the boys to see what she wants but then realise she’s not doing it to get your attention, she’s slipping out of her harness so she can touch herself more easily. Dean notices too and smirks at his girlfriend. 

“Yeah, enjoy the show sweetheart. It’s a once in a lifetime performance,” he grunts in annoyance. 

“I’ll remind you you said that the next time you’re beggin’ me to fuck you,” Sam taunts, and you and Bayley can’t help giggling into each other’s shoulders. 

“Sounding pretty cocky for a guy who hasn’t actually brought the goods yet, baby brother,” Dean sneers over his shoulder, and Sam smirks. 

“Oh trust me, I’ve got plenty of cock to bring to the table,” he laughs as he runs the tip of his length up and down over Dean’s hole, teasing him with the anticipation. 

“Will you just fucking–holy shit–” Dean swears, gritting his teeth as Sam starts to push in. 

“You gotta relax f’me, Dean,” Sam grunts, pumping his hips shallowly, trying to get more than just the head of his cock inside. 

“Kinda hard to relax when you’re shoving a log up my ass!” 

Sam rolls his eyes in exasperation and smacks Dean’s ass with a resounding thwack. You, Dean and Bayley all blink in shock and silence. 

“Stop fucking back-talking me, bitch,” Sam growls, pushing three of his fingers, with freshly added lube, back into Dean and drawing a hiss out of the older man. “Don’t wanna embarrass yourself in front of our little sluts, do you? Hmm?” he asks pointedly, and Dean lets out an uneven breath, shaking his head begrudgingly. 

“Y/N, get down here,” Sam beckons, motioning for you to slide yourself beneath Dean, and you obey quickly. “Get your dick wet, maybe that will stop you whining like a fucking brat for ten seconds.” 

You spread your legs outside of Dean’s knees and reach your arms up around his neck, pulling him down into a kiss in an effort to distract him. Dean’s hips land abruptly on top of yours, so you assume Sam pushed him down in an effort to hurry him along. You grind your hips up so Dean is sliding between your legs and he takes the hint, reaching down to hold his dick steady as he pushes himself inside of you. He’s not fully hard you notice, so you start to thrust yourself against him, fucking yourself into his cock and moaning wantonly for it. 

“C’mon bitch, fuck ‘er,” Sam grunts and spanks Dean again, crashing his hips into yours and making you groan. “We both know you can do better than that.” 

“Fuck off,” Dean groans, but he still follows Sam’s orders, pulling out and slamming his hips back down, fucking you harshly into the mattress, and you feel him getting harder inside of you with each thrust. You moan happily as his increased girth stretches you tightly, rubbing against the sensitive spot just inside you with every thrust. 

“Oh god, yeah. That feels so good, Sir,” you sigh breathily in Dean’s ear, trying to get him more into it – though you aren’t lying, he does feel really good. 

“Okay tiger, stay still for a second,” Sam chuckles, grabbing Dean’s hips to hold him in place. “Let’s try this again.” Dean’s face scrunches up in discomfort as Sam starts sliding his cock into Dean’s entrance. “Relax for me, baby boy,” Sam purrs, stroking down Dean’s back soothingly, and you feel the shudder that runs through Dean at Sam’s words. Looking over Dean’s shoulder you see Sam smile, and you know he must have felt it too. “Doing so good f’me baby boy, just relax, just a little bit more,” he promises gently, easing himself deeper. 

Dean lets out a small whine, but you think there might be an undertone of pleasure hiding beneath the discomfort this time. You squeeze yourself around his cock, grinding up against him to give him some pleasure to focus on, and he lets out a proper groan this time. Behind you, you hear Bayley swear quietly under her breath. You have to admit, you kind of wish your places were reversed right now, you’d love to be able to watch Sam working himself inside of his brother for the first time, but the view from down here isn’t so bad either. 

“Shit,” Sam grunts, thrusting forwards a little more harshly, and moaning along with Dean when he finally bottoms out inside of him. “You’re fucking tight, dude,” he breathes heavily, like he’s just finished a workout. 

“No fucking kidding, I’m a fucking virgin back there,” Dean hisses as Sam slowly begins to draw himself back and then rocks forward again. 

“Not anymore you’re not,” Sam grins, repeating his gentle rocking. You can feel your boyfriend’s movements echoed in how Dean’s hips slide between your own legs. “Now you’re just another one of my sluts, aren’t you baby boy,” he coos in a sing-song voice, and you find yourself whimpering along with Dean – who you’re sure would deny he ever did something so unmanly as whimper, but you know what you heard. You’re pretty sure Dean is enjoying Sam degrading him just as much as you – and Bayley from the sounds of it – are. 

Sam slowly builds up his pace until he’s actually fucking Dean; his hips slapping lewdly against Dean’s ass very much the loudest sound in the room for the time being. You’re enjoying being a bit of a cock warmer for the older brother. He’s not really fucking you properly, just rocking in and out of you as a consequence of his brother’s thrusts. Dean isn’t making too much noise anymore but you think that’s more out of stubbornness than anything. Based on his facial expressions and the way he kind of gasps in every now and then like he did when you were sucking him off earlier, you think he is actually enjoying this, and you decide Sam probably won’t mind if you try to push him a bit. 

“Tell me how it feels, Sir,” you whisper against his ear and drop little kisses over his neck. Dean grunts as Sam fucks into him with a particularly rough thrust, but then gasps in earnest when Sam grinds his hips in and leans back a little as he pulls out, clearly searching for a specific spot inside the hole he’s using. 

“It uh” –Dean hesitates and wets his lips a little– “feels full.” 

“Well, Daddy is pretty big” –you grin conspiratorially– “but that’s one of the things I love about him. Love when he fucks me on his big, huge cock. Makes me beg for it, makes me scream…” 

“Holy–” Dean’s curse is cut off by a strangled moan and a triumphant chuckle from Sam. “That, that felt good,” Dean groans, actually arching his back a little in an effort to force Sam back to the same spot. 

“There we go, baby boy,” Sam grins, stroking Dean’s back again as he thrusts at the new angle, sending Dean’s heart racing as his lungs freeze up. “Sorry that took me so long to find, outta practice these days,” he laughs a little, winking down at you over his brother's shoulder, and you recall vividly when he’d regaled you with stories of his college experimentations with guys while he fucked your ass; it had been a memorable night. 

“Just don’ fuckin’ stop, ‘kay?” Dean rasps, his voice hoarse and tense. 

“Oh, believe me, I’m not stoppin’ until you’re cumming inside that cunt you’re buried in. That’s what we promised her, right? She gets to be everyone’s cumdump tonight.” 

“Oh god, yes Daddy, please,” you whine, bucking your hips up into Dean more vigorously now that Sam’s found the angle and rhythm that’s making Dean lose his mind. 

“Hey, that includes me, right?” Bayley asks from somewhere above your head, and Sam laughs. 

“Of course it does, sweetheart. Why don’t you ride Y/N’s face? Don’t worry about letting her breathe too much, just get yourself off for us, baby,” Sam sneers, and you and Dean both groan loudly. 

“Fuck yeah, get up here Bay,” Dean pulls her forwards and helps her straddle her legs on either side of your head, then pulls her down into a desperate kiss. “Ride your sister’s face for us, put on a show,” he grins indulgently, and Bayley doesn’t waste any time in granting his request. 

You taste the hot, bittersweet tang of her arousal sharply on your tongue as she lowers her pussy over your mouth and you stick out your tongue to meet her, licking and sucking enthusiastically. Your sister also has no qualms adhering to Sam’s suggestion about suffocating you beneath her, and you’re quickly beginning to lose focus from the infrequent opportunities for breath, but Bayley makes up for it by rutting herself against your lips and tongue without needing you to do too much more besides lie there and take it. 

Everyone is moaning and panting, and Dean is now fucking you more aggressively, thrusting himself into your pussy before arching himself back onto Sam’s cock just as eagerly. Your senses are hard to separate as you get more and more lightheaded from the intense pleasure of being utterly used combined with lack of oxygen. You don’t even when realise Bayley starts to cum until you feel Dean’s fingers forcing themselves between your lips and her legs. She raises herself up on her knees a little but still hovers over you while Dean furiously pumps his fingers against the front wall of her pussy. You realise a split second before it happens what he’s aiming for and manage to close your eyes just in time for Bayley to squirt over your still open mouth. 

“Fuck yeah, good girl,” Dean grunts as Bayley rides out the last vestiges of her climax on his fingers. She pulls his hand from between her legs and dips down to suck his fingers clean. “Oh shit, you dirty fucking girl,” Dean laughs breathlessly as she continues to lick his hand. “I was gonna make Y/N do that.” 

“She can next time,” Bay smiles, tossing you a wink as she climbs off of your face and rolls onto the mattress with a dramatic squeaking of the springs. 

“Tell ya what, she can suck your cock clean after you shoot your load in her cunt, baby boy,” Sam promises with a wicked smirk, suspecting correctly the effect that saying that would have on his big brother. 

“Fuck yes, want your cum Sir, please,” you beg in a pathetically breathless voice. “Cum inside me, pleasepleaseplease...” You keep up your litany of supplications until Dean is gasping above you and grinding himself as deeply as he can into your pussy. You imagine you can almost feel the warmth of his cum spreading inside of you. Sam pulls out of Dean and tugs him off of you roughly, shoving himself up the bed and landing over you in a rush, barely sparing a breath before he’s pushing inside your freshly ruined cunt. 

“God, look at you, baby girl,” he growls; face wild, eyes almost feral. “Such a good little slut taking everyone’s cum for Daddy. Think you deserve a reward, what do you think?” 

“Yes, Daddy, please,” you cry, burying your head against Sam’s chest as he ruts into you viciously. 

“Okay, you pick, baby girl. Either Daddy cums inside you, or you can cum, but Daddy cums inside that slut sister’a’yours instead. Which one d’you want?” Sam grins down at you wickedly, somehow still lucid enough to torture you even when he’s clearly so close to his own climax. You panic for a moment, caught off guard at being asked to choose anything at all, but once the shock passes you know your choice easily. 

“Cum inside me Daddy,” you gasp, and you know when you see him smile that you chose right. “Want to be your good little whore Daddy, want you to use me, please, Daddy please–” you would have gone on begging as long as he let you, but Sam claps a hand over your mouth and nose, essentially cutting off your air and your ability to speak. His thrusts are so forceful they bang the bed dangerously hard against the wall, and you're worried you might either break the bed or break the wall if he keeps at it much longer. 

“Good girl, Y/N,” Sam moans, and his rhythm starts to falter a little. “Daddy’s gonna fill you up so good baby, fuck, gonna cum so fucking hard inside this slutty little cunt. You’re gonna be fucking dripping– fuck, fuck yes!” He groans loudly, and grinds himself between your legs harshly, burying his cock as deep inside of you as he can and clutching you against him as he cums, trembling violently as the waves of pleasure crash overwhelm his system. You can feel something wet and hot leaking out between your legs as his cum fills you up more than your body can take, his and Dean’s seed leaks out around his cock as he continues to rock himself gently inside of you. 

A few moments pass in silence as you breathe in Sam, and he settles down around you. Eventually he pulls back, a weary smile on his face, and you’re sad when he eases his cock out of you even though it’s begun to go soft; you miss being enmeshed, twined together as if you were one single being. 

“Good girl,” Sam whispers against your ear, giving you a sweet kiss on your cheek, and your body thrums happily under the praise. “Love you.” 

“Love you too,” you whisper back happily, flashing Sam a small, blissed out smile. A gagging sound to your right draws the attention of both of you, and you look around to see Dean and Bayley making identical silly faces as if they’re going to be sick. 

“You two are gross,” Bayley complains, Dean nodding behind her in agreement.  

“Oh shut up,” you stick your tongue out at her in retaliation. “I know you and Dean are in love too, don’t pretend you’re ‘too cool’ to say it.” 

“Hey, I say it,” Dean protests, offended. 

“Yeah, with your dick,” Bayley scoffs, but she gives him a quick peck on the lips to show she’s only kidding. 

“If you say ‘I love you’ with your dick, I might have to ban you from fucking Y/N again,” Sam laughs, pulling you up into his arms to hug you against him possessively and dropping a kiss to the top of your shoulder. “She’s still mine.”

“Aww, but I liked watching him fuck her,” Bayley pouts at Sam. 

“Well, I can scratch that off my bucket list, at least,” Dean grins.

“What?” Bay turns to look at Dean curiously. 

“Dating the coolest chick ever,” he smiles brightly, smooshing a dramatic kiss against her forehead as Bayley giggles and tries to struggle out of his grasp, but you know she’s secretly loving it. 

“Now who’s being lame,” Sam scoffs, finally peeling himself off the bed and stretching out his stupidly long limbs. “C’mon Y/N, let’s get you cleaned up. I’ve got something I want to cross off my own bucket list,” he smiles playfully, holding his hand out to you and helping you slide off the end of the bed. 

“Oh? What’s that?” you ask, unable to think of something new he could possibly hope to be doing during your typical after-care couples shower. Sam pulls you close with a mischievous glint in his eye and whispers, low enough that only you can hear him. 

“Eating my brother’s cum out of your cunt.”

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𝒞𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝒟𝒾𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 (𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓁)

(Dean Winchester x Artist/Bartender! Female Reader)

(𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉 1) (𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉 2)

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: An argument leads Dean into finally confessing the truth of his career but before you can make the choice on whether or not you believe Dean you find out some disturbing news which awakens you to a harsh reality.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: character death (oc) i think that’s it

Things were about as tense as you thought they would be,. You had never felt this uncomfortable in your own home until this very moment as you stood here with Dean. But you supposed for the sake of your own sanity, you knew you would have to break the ice somehow.

“Make yourself at home I guess, agent.” You spoke and motioned for him to have a seat on the couch.

Dean walked further into your home and he straightened up the jacket from his suit, uncertain if he should bother with taking it off or not. But then something caught his eye. Dean started walking towards wine of your bookshelves, the one that had several sketchbooks you had from over the years.

“You mind if I have a look at one of these?” Dean asked.

You glanced over and saw he was looked it through your bookshelves. “Sure, have at it.”

Then you sat down on your windowsill and picked up your current sketchbook once more so you could get back to work on the cover art you were asked to do. Meanwhile, Dean pulled out a random book and he was slowly going through the pages.

As Dean looked at your work, he was amazed at the detail you put into it. You’ve definitely improved your skills over the years, though back in the day he didn’t know how you could have possibly gotten better. Obviously he was wrong.He continued to look through different sketchbooks but then there was one that he hadn’t expected to find.

This one had a photograph of the two of you glued to the first page. Then as Dean flipped through the pages he realized you had drawn pictures of him, each of them were dated and from what he could tell you often wondered what he would look like over the years or even what he did for a living, judging from the different uniforms you drew him in.

“I didn’t think you’re talents could get any better. You were already really good back then.” Dean finally spoke, but you ignored him.

Dean looked up at you and saw you were focused on your artwork. He closed the book he had in his palm before he put it back on the bookshelf and he walked over.

“What are you working on now?” He asked and started looking over your shoulder. He watched as you were drawing some sort of steampunk looking piece, as if it were some sort of Cinderella alternate reality.

“Cover ideas.” Your shortness didn’t surprise him but it still stung nonetheless. He let out a sigh before he tried to speak again.

“Look, at the bar I didn’t mean for you to misunderstand anything. I was really happy to see you there.”

“Dean, what was there to misunderstand? You’re an agent here to do a job and walk right out of my life all over again, leaving me with no clue as to where you’re going or if you even care to see me ever again. Danielle was right. And I should have forgotten about you decades ago.”

“It’s not as heartless as it sounds. I can’t afford to just catch up with anyone i want to, I can’t afford any kind of closeness with anybody. You have no idea how many enemies I’ve made with this job, how many innocent lives have been ruined, how many people have gotten hurt or worse just because they knew me.” Dean tried to explain but you scoffed and tossed your sketchbook to the side.

“That’s a coward’s answer. Lots of FBI agents have families. That means they’re brave enough to take the risk. But I get it, a simple conversation that isn’t work related isn’t worth the risk. I’m not worth the risk, I get it.”

“Y/N, that’s not what I’m saying!”

“Isn’t it though? It may not be your exact words but that’s the implication.” You got up from your spot and started walking to the kitchen.

Dean’s jaw tightened and his brows narrowed before he started to follow you into the kitchen.

“Alright, you want the truth?! This job sucks and I’ve gotten attached to people like you and the moment I let my guard down, ninety percent of the time those people die. Knowing me is a death sentence. My brother and I have lost too many people because of it. I can’t let you die like that because some monster takes it upon itself to break in and gut you up just because you know me.”

You, under the impression Dean was using the word ‘monster’ as some term for a serial killer or some sick sort of human being, scoffed. “Please, I’m plenty capable of protecting myself against some killer. You make it sound like the Boogyman’s after you.”

“The thing that killed your friend could easily kill you too and you can’t protect yourself from any of them, Y/N! You don’t know the kind of shit that’s out there. I didn’t expect you to be a part of this job and trust me if you weren’t involved I wouldn’t even be here.”

“Thanks, Dean. That makes me feel a thousand times better. And what kind of thing do you think will come after me, huh? Nothing could be that bad. Bad people do eventually get caught.” You said and you opened the refrigerator door to grab something to drink.

Dean rubbed a hand over the lower half of his face, wondering if he really needed to risk telling you the truth after all. You were being so difficult but you didn’t even understand the shit he’s ever seen.

“The think that’s killing your coworkers and your boss’ wife isn’t just any bad guy. You have no idea what we’re going up against.” Dean’s voice was a little calmer, yet still deadly serious. You turned around to see if he’d elaborate or if he’d keep you in the dark just as he always has.

“The business that I told you I was in with my brother and my dad… it’s sort of um.. a traveling extermination business. Sam isn’t my partner in the FBI. Neither of us are agents. He’s my brother, and we hunt monsters. Vampires, werewolves, demons, doppelgängers… every ugly ass creature you can think of, we’ve probably killed before.” Dean finally confessed.

Your brows arched upward with shock. This was the excuse Dean decided to give you? This was why he avoided you all these years and he really expected you to believe he was hunting monsters like Van Helsing? Yeah right.

“Monsters? Really? Dean if you aren’t going to tell me the truth I think you should just leave. I don’t want to see you around here anymore.” You said, growing angrier the more you saw him, hurting even more knowing he would lie to your face like this.

“Y/N, name someone in this town that would gut innocent people and steal their hearts. That’s something a werewolf has been known to do in my field and they are stronger than you can handle.” He was still insisting you believe these lies?!

“Dean, I’m serious. I’m not buying this story of yours, okay? Why don’t you just go with Sam to make sure Danielle and her boyfriend are alright.” You said and when you went to brush past him, you felt his strong grip on your upper arm and you looked up at him.

“This isn’t just a story, Y/N. It’s the ugly reality.” He told you and you searched his eyes.

What the hell had Dean seen over the years that made him so sincere about this? You swore he had to be crazy if he expected you to believe this whole monster thing like he believed it. But before you could ask any questions about it, Dean’s phone started ringing.

Dean sighed a little before he let go of your arm just to answer the phone, figuring it must’ve been Sam.

“Sam? What’s happening?”

“Dean, it was Danielle’s boyfriend. He was one of them. Danielle and I were safe and I took care of Chris but maybe one of his guys broke in and knocked me out or something. I can’t find Danielle anywhere. They took her belongings too. I don’t know where they could have taken her.” Sam said on the other line.

You must’ve heard bits and pieces of what Sam was saying because when Dean looked at you, he saw the stunned expression on your face and he watched as you started looking around to find your shoes to put on.

“Are you sure they took her? What if she had something to do with it? Did you do the test on her?” Dean asked.

“Test? What test? Dean what the hell is going on?!” You asked, wanting to know if your friend was alright. What test could they have possibly been talking about? None of this made any sense.

“I’ll explain in a second just hang on, alright? Sam, how fast can you get here?” Dan asked, turning his attention back to his brother.

“I couldn’t tell you. You and I may have to meet somewhere on foot. They took the car.” Sam said and Dean’s eyes went wide.

“You let them take the car?! What happened to you being the responsible brother, huh?” Dean asked and he ran a hand through his hair.

“Wait wait.. I found something. Dean it’s a notebook with all the workers’ addresses on them. Y/N’s name is circled. She’s bound to be next and I don’t see Danielle’s name anywhere on this list.” Sam explained and that was when Dean heard the familiar roar of the impala from outside.

“I think she’s here. Sam, You need to find Nelson and find out what the hell happened on that hunt.” Dean said sternly and your brows narrowed with confusion.

“Nelson? How can he be a part of this? What hunt are you talking about? He’s not a hunting kind of guy.” You said, thinking Dean meant hunting wildlife and you still refused to believe this whole monster killing story.

Dean hung up the phone before he looked over at you while shoving the phone in his pocket, “You need to go in your room. Lock the door and don’t you dare come out until I tell you it’s safe.”

“Not until you tell me what the fuck is going on, Winchester! What happened to my friend?”

Dean shook his head, “She stopped being your friend a long time ago. I need you to just trust me and stay out of the way until I tell you it’s safe. I promise I’ll explain everything when this is over.”

As much as you desperately wanted to argue with Dean, you could tell from the look on his face that he wasn’t going to argue because this was no longer up for any debate, let alone discussion. You bit your tongue to keep from saying anything else and you walked towards your bedroom and shut the door behind you. But you didn’t lock the door as Dean advised. If what Dean was saying was really true, then you had to see it for yourself.

Dean took the gun he had from behind his back and he made sure there was plenty of ammunition. Once he found he had plenty of silver bullets on him, he made sure to keep it on him so he’d be prepared for when Danielle would come in. No wonder she seemed hesitant to leave with Sam. She had a job to do and he was willing to bet she was the one that killed Callie. Some actress.

Before Dean could even think about anything else, the door was suddenly kicked down and not only was it Danielle that walked through the door but there were two guys that were about Sam’s height dressed in leather like they were a couple of bikers from the bar or something. Sort of matched the charisma, or lack of, that Callie’s former boyfriend was talking about.

“Well well… You were just gonna spend the night with your friend and when she least expected it, you’d kill her like you killed Callie, huh?” Dean said as he lifted the gun to aim at their direction.

“Oh what would you know. Nelson deserves what he’s got coming. But it serves him right to watch everything he worked for fall apart, just like he did with my father’s pack.” Danielle seethed.

You could faintly hear the conversation from behind your bedroom door and your heart sank. Danielle was going to kill you? That was why she asked if she could spend the night? Why would she do that? She was one of your good friends, or at least that’s what you hoped. Clearly you were wrong, but what was this talk about a pack?

You reached up and carefully turned the knob, doing your best to keep quiet and you slowly started to open the door so you could hear things a little bit better. You simply cracked it open, not wanting to give your location away completely.

“Come on, you know Y/N better than anyone and you knew Callie better than anyone. You know damned well neither of them deserve what you’re doing to them. They’re good people and you know it.” You could hear Dean say but Danielle scoffed.

“My father was a good man before your kind took it upon yourselves to massacre my family! We never hunted anyone, strictly animals because my father wanted to be civilized. Live under the radar and stay clear of hunters. But Nelson… Nelson decided all of us are the same ugly things that keep you up at night. When he killed my family there was anarchy. I took the lead and said to Hell with it, we’re going after Nelson in the most.. traditional.. way possible. Show him the monsters he wanted us to be.” You could hear Danielle say, but your heart sank down to your feet.

Dean was right, she must’ve never been your friend if this was her plan all along. You felt so naive, gullible and stupid.

“Come on, Danielle, don’t make me pull this trigger on you and your friends. You think this is what your family would have wanted you to become?” Dean retorted.

“Who cares how I avenge them. This is how I’m getting my payback against Nelson and I’m not letting you, Sam, or any other hunter stand in my way.” Danielle said and from what you heard a fight broke out after that.

You heard furniture get moved around, you flinched at the sound of a vase shattering to the floor. Slowly, you moved to where you could look through the crack in the door. You finally saw the truth of what was out there. Your friend and her two companions had fangs, their fingernails turned to claws, their eyes changed color. You couldn’t believe what you saw, and you didn’t think werewolves could possibly be real. All of it felt so unbelievable.

Your eyes widened when you saw Dean get knocked to the ground. You didn’t know what to do but you could tell that Dean was starting to lose the fight. Everything in your was screaming to help him but you didn’t know how to fight these things. What if you did something wrong and Dean died because of you?

Still, as Dean was wrestling with one of the werewolves on the floor you saw him drop the gun and the weapon slid on the ground towards your door. This was your chance to do something. You just hoped that things wouldn’t go wrong.

You took in a deep breath before you opened the door wider and stepped out of the room.

Dean heard the door creaking open and he saw you standing there. Were you nuts?! What the hell were you doing?!

“Y/N! Get back inside!” He called out but he watched as you ignored him and rushed to get to the gun and you picked it up.

You could feel your heart beating fast and before you could think, you realized one of the wolves was coming after you and you aired the gun and you closed your eyes before you took a shot. When you opened one of your eyes, you saw that the werewolf was on the ground with a gunshot wound to the chest.

The werewolf above Dean was distracted by the gunshot and when the creature looked over at you, Dean took the opportunity take a shot and kick the werewolf off of him. Then, Dean rushed over to you while you were stunned about what you’ve done.

“It’s okay, Y/N. You did what you needed to, now go back to the room and I’ll finish up.” Dean said and you hesitantly nodded as you backed away and stayed in your room but you couldn’t help but to keep watching everything unfold in front of you.

You watched as Dean was fighting both Danielle and the other man she came with and Dean managed to shoot the man Danielle was with and she knocked out your former friend. The next thing you knew, Dean stood over the unconscious creature and shot her in the heart so she’d never wake up again.

You didn’t know what you should be feeling in that moment. Should you be angry that Danielle was never your friend, but a monster? Should you be angry that Dean had knocked out the person you thought was your ally?

When you slowly walked out of your bedroom again you walked over to your friend. You saw the claws on her fingers and her fangs still showed. You wondered if this was just some sort of never-ending nightmare. You didn’t know what you were supposed to do and it felt like you had been blind to so many things your entire life. Your world was turning upside down.

Dean saw the look on your face as you looked down at the corpse. He could tell you were questioning so many things right now and he never wanted things to be this way. He never wanted you to get wrapped up in this horrific bullshit of a hunting life and he never wanted you to know what was out there.

“Do you believe me now?” He asked softly, but you gave him no response.

“Y/N… I never wanted you to find out about any of this. That’s why I never told you much about my family or what we did.” He said in a gentler tone and you ran your fingers though your hair.

“Well now I know, Dean. I can’t just unsee everything that just happened.” You said softly and you felt a soft hand on your shoulder. You looked up and saw Dean looking up at you.

“Is it at least over now?” You asked.

“I’m not sure. It should be over if Danielle was the leader of this new pack, but I have to check with Sam if there were any indications of any other members of the pack and if he got in contact with Nelson again.” Dean replied and you looked back down at the body.

“She was the sweet one out of the three of us. She seemed so concerned about Callie when we hadn’t heard from her for several days… I never would’ve seen the attack coming.”

Dean frowned a little when you spoke, knowing all of this had to be a lot to take in for you.

“Let me call Sam and see if he’s got everything squared away on his end, if he was able to talk to Nelson and everything.” He said and you nodded as you walked away from the bodies and went to your bedroom again.

Dean watched you walking away, knowing your life was forever altered at this point. He pulled out his phone again and he dialed up Sam’s number. Luckily he didn’t need to wait long for an answer.

“Dean? Are you guys okay?”

“Yeah… turns out Danielle wasn’t as innocent as she lead on. She and two other wolves are dead.”

“How did Y/N take all of it? She alright?”

“Honestly I don’t know, Sammy… It might take her a little time with Danielle specifically. You get in contact with Nelson?”

“Well… yes and no.” Sam replied and Dean lifted a brow.

“What do you mean?”

“Well when I tried calling him there was no answer. So I took a taxi to his house and when I walked in, it looked like another attack. I guess someone caught word that you were facing the new leader and they wanted to make sure the main goal was accomplished so it looks like they killed Nelson before I had the chance to talk to him.”

“Shit… so what does that mean? Do you think they’ll still go after people working in the bar?” Dean asked.

“I’m not so sure… I think we may need to stay a few days and lie low to see what happens. It’s better to be safe than sorry.” Sam insisted and Dean looked over at your bedroom and saw you sitting on the corner of your bed, disassociating because of everything that transpired.

“Yeah… That might the best option. You think you can swing by to help me take care of these bodies and get Y/N somewhere safe? You said the werewolves had addresses in that notebook right? I think she may need to stay with us for a few days just incase anyone tries to go after her again.” Dean insisted.

“Yeah, just give me about fifteen minutes and I’ll be there.”

When Sam and Dean hung up, Dean walked over to the bedroom and towards you. He knelt in front of you and saw you were just spacing out and thinking of so many different things, he could practically see it on your face how lost you were.

“Hey, you’re gonna be okay. I promise.” He said and he placed a hand on one of your knees, which broke your trance and you looked down at his hand then back at him.

“Dean… I’ve never even shot a gun at a person before… I just killed someone.” You said in such a timid little tone.

“Y/N, you’ve got to realize that wasn’t a person. None of them were. Not anymore. They would have killed you, your coworkers, and who knows who else they would have killed if you hadn’t helped stop them.”

“Danielle… was a person to me. I can’t believe she lied to me like that. Then again what the hell do I know about anything anymore. You must think I’m so stupid for not listening to you before.” You scoffed and your eyes started welling up with tears, one slipping from your face and you swiftly wiped it away.

“It’s natural to have doubts. I know what I was telling you is hard for a lot of people to believe. I wasn’t expecting you to believe me instantly. Stuff like this isn’t easy to take in.” he continued and you looked back at Dean again.

“What am I supposed to do now? Where do I go from here? Am I going to get in trouble with the police? Surely my neighbors heard the gunshots.” You started to ramble.

“The cops are bound to show, but they still think Sammy and I are FBI agents. We claim self defense which unfortunately ended in fatalities.” Dean answered.

“You make it sound so simple.”

“This isn’t my first rodeo, Sweetheart.” Dean said before he moved his hand from your knee and he held one of your hands.

“But as far as beyond the police are concerned… We don’t know if there are more werewolves. So after Sam and I handle the police when they come, I think it would be better if you stayed with me and Sam. Just for a few days until we know there won’t be anymore attacks against you or any of your other coworkers. They have your address so we don’t think you’ll be safe here right now.” He continued.

You bit down on your bottom lip before you nodded a little, deciding to go with Dean after all. You didn’t exactly want to be alone after tonight, but maybe you’d be alright after a few days.

“Okay… Let me pack some clothes before I go with you.”

A few days went by and things seemed to settle down. You had found out Nelson passed away and the cops connected Danielle to the murders so they believed Dean’s claim of self defense. Not that you were really surprised. Dean seemed to be a pretty good liar when it came to the cops.

There weren’t anymore threats against you at least that you knew of, and now that it’s been a week of silence, Dean said it was safe for you to go back home and now you were riding with him in the impala.

The car ride was quiet, as if the both of you knew this week long journey was coming to a close and you weren’t sure if you would ever see him again. You wouldn’t be surprised if you didn’t see him again, knowing he’d more than likely say the same things as he did in the argument before the attack. It was disheartening to know that Dean didn’t want to take a chance.

When the two of you made it to your apartment, it was like nothing had ever happened. Only because Sam and Dean went out of their way to clean up the bodies. Naturally some things did need some replacing like the vase, or the living room couch that had been splattered with blood, but you would get those things on your own since you had been looking into buying a new couch anyway. But it was sweet that Sam and Dean took it upon themselves to help as much as they could.

“Well… I guess this is the part where I take off.” Dean said and you looked over at him.

“Why don’t you stay for dinner? I’m a crummy cook but I can order something. My treat. It’s really the least I can do after you saved me and helped clean the place up after everything.” You insisted.

Lucky for you, Dean didn’t really put up much of a fight so he followed you into your home. Dean sat at one of the love seats since you no longer had a couch at the moment and you sat down on the recliner as you pulled out your laptop to see what you should order.

“Chinese sound alright to you?” You asked and Dean smiled a little.

“Whatever you want to order’s fine.” He replied and you pouted a little.

“Dean, this is supposed to be for you as a thank you. I need a little help here since I’m not exactly a mind reader.” You said and Dean let out a little chuckle before he tried to think.

“What about a burger and some fries?” He said then it was your turn to smirk.

“Diner food again? Sure.” You snickered, “Want anything else with that?”

“Maybe some pie.” Dean said and somehow you knew that was a must, considering he just went through a whole pie in three days during the week you stayed with them.

“Sure thing.” You insisted and you started placing the order online for delivery and a couple of minutes later, the order was completed.

“It should be here in thirty minutes or so.” You said, shutting your computer and you set it down on the coffee table.

“You know you didn’t have to order anything.” Dean replied and you smiled.

“Again, it’s the least I could do.” You insisted

You and Dean were watching a show just to think of how to kill some time but the two of you settled on some sort of cartoon. You and Dean couldn’t find anything decent so the Boomerang channel seemed to be a better option at least for the time being.

“Dean?”

“Hmm?”

“You don’t… have to hit the road after today, do you?” You asked and Dean looked at you.

“Well… I mean that’s what I normally do with cases. I never really stay in the same place for a long time. There’s a lot more than just werewolves to worry about and… and well it’s better if Sam and I kept on moving.” He said, looking away from you even though he could still feel your gaze on him.

“Don’t you ever just slow down? Catch a break? Surely there are other hunters out there that can handle the stuff you do.” You said and Dean shook his head.

“Not really… the stuff Sam and I see… they’re pretty much apocalyptic and we can’t put that on anyone else. It’s our responsibility, our burden to bare and it’s a death sentence to bring anyone else into it.” He said and you scoffed a little, causing him to look at you again.

“What?”

“You and your liking for the coward’s way out.” You said, recalling the argument again when he gave a shitty excuse as to why he didn’t get close to people.

“It’s not a coward’s way, Y/N. It’s reality. You saw yourself what’s out there. And I’m risking a lot just being here right now.” He said and you rolled your eyes before you got up and went to your room.

Dean lifted a brow before he got up and followed you. When he did he noticed you were looking for something and he couldn’t help but tilt his head as he leaned against the doorframe.

“What are you doing?” He asked.

“Looking for something.”

“I can see that.” He said and watched you pull out a box. He didn’t see a whole lot inside until you pushed it towards the end of the bed. That’s when he saw a few shirts and cassettes, mementos of that summer.

“You don’t realize how many lives you affect when you travel, Dean. I know I can’t possibly be the only girl you’ve come across just to leave behind. And from what I can tell, I’m not the only one that could have died but survived. But when you just leave people behind you take a piece of them with you and it’s like you don’t even realize it. You’re too blind with the whole idea of keeping your distance that you don’t realize the people you hurt along the way by not giving them a chance.”You began and Dean lifted a brow.

“Y/N, I’ve gave people chances and they still lose their lives. You’re right, you aren’t the only woman I’ve come across. But once I get too close they get killed. The last one got hurt severely so I had a friend erase her memory to forget everything about me. It’s to keep her safe and I can’t lose anyone else.” He told you.

“Do you realize how you’re making yourself sound, Dean?”

“What do you mean?”

“As far as hunting, you’re bound to be one of the strongest men that I know. Not that I know many- obviously. But what makes you a coward and what makes you selfish is the fact that you can’t allow yourself to be close to someone long enough to know if they’re willing to stay with you even if this life is tough. Hunting is scary shit, I know that now. But you don’t deserve to go through it alone. It’s unfair to you.” You said.

“I don’t deserve that sort of fairness. If you knew half the things I’ve done-“

“Do you think any of that matters to me, Dean?” You set the box down on the floor again before you walked towards him.

“I don’t know much of what you’ve done all these years, and I don’t know the pain you’ve gone through. But I know that no one should ever have to be alone like that. I can tell just by looking at you that you’ve been through a lot. You deserve to have someone by your side to at least give you some sort of relief from this life every once in a while, give you a break from your ‘apocalyptic’ stressors.” You said and took a bold move by taking one of his hands.

Dean looked down at your hand with his before lifting his gaze to meet your own.

“But what happens if you get hurt, or worse? I can’t stand that risk, not with someone like you.” He said gently and you sighed a little before you gave his hand a little squeeze.

“Didn’t you ever think about me accepting that risk? You can teach me a lot and I’m willing to learn. Obviously I won’t have as much experience as you and I never will, but you can teach me enough to defend myself so you won’t have to worry about me so much.” You were trying so hard to compromise and Dean could tell.

What seemed to surprise Dean the most was that you were actually willing to learn how to hunt. You were actually willing to be a part of this much shittier side of life. It was amazing that out of the choices you had, this was the one you were willing to make.

“What about your art? Or the bar?” He asked and you shrugged.

“I can still work on art. The bar was just to keep my lights on. And now that both my friends are dead… I don’t really have anything keeping me bartending.” You explained.

“But what if-“

“Stop with the what ifs and the hypotheticals. Please?” You said, practically begging him to stop trying to make excuses for you to not join him. You didn’t have anything left going for you here.

Dean looked down at the floor between both of you as he tried to think of his best options. So many things swirling through his head about how things could go wrong. How would be able to protect you? How quickly would you be able to learn everything he’d have to teach you? If anything they could always use the help with research while he and Sam were on the field. But what happens if you were researching while he and Sam were out on the field working and something happened to you while he wasn’t there?

You could practically see the gears turning in his mind with how so many things could go wrong and you reached up, touching his face gently.

“This is the kind of thing I’m talking about. You’re thinking about so much already. You have so much on your shoulders, I can see it.” You said softly and he started looking at you, gaze softening as he started to relax against your touch.

“You don’t deserve to carry that stress…” You whispered and leaned up and placed a kiss on his cheek, close to his mouth.

“Let me be at least some sort of distraction.” He listened to your voice barely above a whisper and he could barely feel your lips against his cheek.

Dean carefully moved his head and your faces were so close to each other. One small movement and he’d have his lips over yours if either of you simply leaned forward.

“Do you think you could handle everything you’d distract me from?” He asked, his mind slowly starting to open up to the idea of you coming along even if he still had an overwhelming reluctance within himself. Still, he felt your thumb lightly graze his cheekbone.

“I wouldn’t be asking to go with you if I wasn’t willing to try. I could never fathom everything. You’ve been through, but I can try to make it easier even if it’s for a moment.”

Dean tucked his bottom lip between his teeth as if he were still thinking about it before he lifted a hand and brought it to the back of your neck. He felt the way you seemed to melt into him but all he could think of was how he let Jo and Lisa down.

“Please… just give me a chance.” Your voice broke him from his thoughts, or at least a strand of them. Only to start a new strand.

Dean started to think of the two weeks he spent with you. Those two weeks he had never felt so normal, even happy because of you. It was like the hunting world hadn’t even existed for that amount of time when he was with you even if he was supposed to be working on a job. Seeing you happy and realizing he could make the world safe, make sure you were safe, that’s what gave him the reason to hunt that summer. He thought back to the drawing you had given him, knowing he had never forgotten you over the years and knew he never could. He remembered the way you made him feel and a part of him now was screaming not to let you go like that again. John wasn’t in the picture anymore to lecture him like a child about who he told about hunting. He was a grown man and you were a grown woman, and you were begging him to take you along. He knew you were capable after watching you kill one of the werewolves when you were attacked. So why shouldn’t you come along?

He remembered just how Jo passed, how so many others have passed and who he’s lost and his jaw tightened for a moment.

“You have to promise me that you’ll listen to everything I tell you on a hunt, swear that you’ll listen to every precaution Sam and I tell you. When there is a plan, you stick to the plan so you don’t get hurt.” He said, tone stern with a certain gentleness about it.

You softened, realizing that he’d likely be so cautious with you and you wondered just how many people he’s lost with this life. But you knew that’s something you might never know. You could tell it was taking a lot for him to even think about you coming along.

“Promise.” You swore.

Dean then leaned down and he was so close to pressing his lips on yours. Your noses barely brushed against each other with how close he was and eat somehow he was already at ease. He didn’t know exactly what made it so easy, but it had felt like ages since he was able to feel this calm, decades since his mind finally slowed down just because of a small action like this.

The abrupt sound of someone knocking on the door interrupted the moment and the both of you pulled away before you had the chance to kiss. The voice on the other side of the door alerted you that it was just the delivery guy. He heard the way you sighed with a little irritation and he cracked a small smile at the reaction.

He let go of you so you could tend to the guy at the door. After you paid the guy you set the food on the coffee table just as he was walking out of your bedroom. You were in the process of pulling everything out of the plastic bags but Dean kept his gaze on you.

“I’m not kidding, though.” Dean said, his mind going back to the roller coaster it always was, but you gazed up at him.

“I know you’re serious. I’m not a child, Dean. I’ll be careful, but you and Sam will still need to teach me a few things. Plans have to change sometimes and we have to adapt. Nothing in life is cut and dry so you’ll have to trust me to take care of myself too.” You said, and that was the part Dean may have the issue with at least for a while.

“That… may take me a little time to do.” He warned and you walked over and handed him the bag with his burger in it.

“Naturally.” You replied and he was surprised you were taking this so well.

“I’m not expecting things to be smooth right away and for you to be so nonchalant with me on a hunt. So long as you’ll eventually be able to trust me on these things, then it’ll be fine. I’m a bit of a fast learner so we’ll get there eventually.” You promised before you sat down.

Dean listened and smiled slightly. He knew you’d need that determination. It’d be a good thing to have especially when he and Sam were both so close to having enough when it came to facing demons and angels. But trust.. he knew that would be the biggest thing he’d need to work on.

Dean knew he could trust you with certain things. He could trust your willingness to learn, trust your ability to adapt to a changed plan quickly, but he didn’t trust other factors of a case and when things would inevitably go wrong. Maybe the more you’d be around, the more he’d get better at that.

Either way… it would be nice to have you around, at least to let him forget about his own personal hell once in a while.

“You gonna join me or am I going to have to eat and watch Scooby Doo by myself?” You asked, breaking Dean away again. He smiled before he walked over to join you in the living room where you moved the seats closer to the coffee table.

One day it will be easier to let his worries go, easier to let the weight on his shoulders get a little lighter, and Dean hoped that maybe, just maybe, you’d be the one that could help him along that journey.

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༉‧₊˚. 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝? || 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫

― pairing: dean winchester x plus size!reader

― summary: dean's always up to try something new.

― warnings: oral sex (fem rec.), face sitting, face riding, dean's a thigh man, a weak attempt at banter, dean lowkey has a smothering kink.

⋆ a/n: this is part one of the hungry man series! this is yet another filler as i work on getting caught up with kinktober :] thank you for your kind words!

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You loved trying out the new things in the bedroom, it's what kept things exciting between you and Dean. When he had the time, he'd restrain you, play with your senses, even deprive you of an orgasm, but strange enough, out of all the things he could have chosen to pick tonight, he chose something extremely vanilla; at least to you.

"Hey, sweetpea?" Dean called for you. He was sitting up in your shared bed, gaze locked on his laptop; you were laying over the edge, your face stuffed in a book that you were reading. "Yeah?" You mumbled, flipping the page as your eyes trailed along the new scentence. "Why haven't you ever asked to sit on my face?" Your head snapped to look at him, an incredulous look on your face. "Well— I uh— to be honest with you, I haven't really thought about it, you know? With everything we've done, it seems kind of— I don't know. . . vanilla?" He nodded in understanding, shutting his laptop and patting his chest.

"Well all-aboard the Winchester express." He had a shit eating grin on his face as he sat up to tug his shirt off, his bare chest now exposed to the cool air of the bunker. "You wanna try it now? Like right right now?" You asked with a raised brow. "Why not? We're not doin' nothin' and I'm a hungry man." You giggled at his words, an amused smirk on your face as you gave in quickly. "Can it, Winchester." You laid on your back, lifting your hips to pull off your pants and underwear, throwing them to the other side of the room before sitting on your knees.

"You got to scoot down a little more, dont'cha think?" You teased. "Oh, so you know more than me now?" He retorted, but nonetheless took your advice and moved down a bit. "I never said that." He snorted at that, but there was no malice in your banter, only now a tense atmosphere settling over the two of you as his eyes locked on your heat. "Come to papa." He mumbled to himself as you clambered onto his firm chest.

You settled over his face, Dean's big palms placing themselves on the sides of your thighs.

"What's wrong, scared?" You scoffed and lowered down a bit, your wetness smearing on his lips a bit in a teasing manner. "Not in the slightest." With that, you fully sat down, your boyfriend's eager tongue licking a blood stripe through your slit, finally getting to taste you. You moaned, locking your fingers in his hair. It wasn't long before you were grinding desperately on his face, his nose snug against your swollen clit.

With every jerk of his head that you provoked, his tongue traveled further into your entrance, pushing in and massaging your inner walls with his eager appendage. You squirm above him as desperate pants of air leaving your mouth, your head thrown back and your eyes tightly closed. Dean was entranced by you; even though your large stomach slightly blocked his view of you, your noises and taste alone was enough to make you sound ethereal, absolutely perfect and all for him.

Your hips moved on their own accord, fucking yourself onto his stupidly handsome face as his three'o clock shadow scratched against your inner thighs, causing a bit of beard burn that only added to your pleasure as you got closer to your orgasm. Dean could sense it, the way you were squeezing around his tongue, your whole-body tensing and your moans getting louder as every minute passed you two by. He switched to wrap his lips around your clit, sucking harshly and licking the bud that made you almost completely melt, your orgasm crashing over you like a wave as you painted his mouth with your release.

He pulled away from you once you whimpered in overstimulation, taking the time to catch his own breath since his face was red, his lungs burning from his sparse amount of intake. There were many times that Dean had died, and it wasn't the way he wanted, but if suffocating between these favorite thighs of his while slurping on your delectable pussy were his way to go, he'd be more than grateful— hell, even write it on his gravestone.

"You okay?" He asked, his voice gravelly as he looked up at you. He massaged your hips comfortingly, helping to bring you back down to earth just in case. "Are you kidding me?" You giggled, "Of fucking course I am." He laughed along with you, despite his smile being covered with your juices.

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Prove It (Pt 1/5)

Dean Winchester x Reader

A forgetten date, a broken heart. Can Dean fix what he broke and prove how much he loves you?

The sound of Dean's phone ringing felt like it echoed through your head. You groaned and buried your face in his chest, feeling the light rumble of his laughter underneath you. You listened as he answered the phone and best you could tell it was Garth on the other end asking for an assist.

Dean tapped your shoulder and when you looked up at him he motioned to the phone "It would be an overnight. Are you good with that?" You nodded already forming a plan to put the ideas that had been running through your head into action. If this hunt was an overnight that would put them getting home to the bunker the night of yours and Dean's sixth anniversary.

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When Dean got off the phone he slid one finger under your chin to tilt your face up where he could place a kiss on your lips "You're being quiet and you have that face you make when you're planning something" you shrugged "Maybe I'm planning you a surprise for our anniversary"

A smile slipped onto his face before he pulled you on top of him. Once you were comfortably straddling him he reached up to gently cup the side of your face "Sweetheart you putting up with me for Six years is a surprise enough" You laughed then slapped his chest playfully "You're such a pain in the ass Dean!"

He rolled his hips up causing a gasp to leave your lips considering how sore you wore from him. His smile slipped into a smirk "You like when I'm a pain in other places" you shook your head then leaned down to place a quick kiss on his lips "You need to get dressed and update Sam"

He watched you crawl off of him before pouting "Fine, kick me out" You rolled your eyes and stood out of the bed grinning when Dean's eyes tracked your every movement.

Normally when the boys rolled out on a hunt you'd be in the impala right along with them so it was a little weird to be staying home but you knew for a fact Dean had never been given the opportunity of anything normal. Birthdays, holidays. He'd never had anyone celebrate him and that was what you intended to do.

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You'd ended up tracking down a signed original pressing led zeppelin album for Dean. It had taken a four hour round trip drive to pick it up but you knew he'd love it.

The lack of noise in the bunker was making your ears ring so you ended up going to bed early. There was an apple pie already made in the fridge and waiting to be baked the following day along with a meal of all of Dean's favorites. Your plan was to have it still be nice and fresh when Dean got home.

You'd done everything that needed to be done around the bunker. Laundry was put away, weapons had gotten broke down and cleaned or sharpened. You'd even made some salt rounds.

You had one of Dean's mixed Playlists going as you pulled the pie out of the oven, sitting it aside so it could cool. Dinner of steak, potatoes and grilled veggies was already done as well.

You checked the time on your phone and felt a hit of nerves wash over you. They should've called by now. You decided to wrap the food up and stick it in the fridge, you could always warm it up when they got back.

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Two hours passed before your phone rang. It wasn't Dean's number but Sam's. "Is he ok?" You asked in place of a hello and Sam laughed lightly "He's fine. I just wanted to let you know we stopped at a bar so we might be a little later"

You felt your heart drop. Your eyes flicked over to the table in the corner of the room you shared with Dean where the gift bag with his record and the covered pie sat. "He wanted to go to a bar?" You asked fighting back tears. Sam must have misread your reaction because he assured you "It's just for a beer Y/N. You know Dean only has eyes for you. We'll be home soon"

And yet he forgot your anniversary, that you were planning a surprise, that maybe you wanted him home.

You bit your tongue from so many words that wanted to fall out and instead bit back "I don't give a damn when he gets home" and hung up. You couldn't hold back the tears any longer. You barely registered the blanket falling off the bed when you stood up. You wouldn't be here when Dean got home.

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You'd been with Dean for six years, had been friends with him for longer. You did everything for him and Sam alike. You fought for them,bled for them hell you'd died for them. You always put everyone else first and had simply asked one damn night out of the man that was supposed to love you and that was too much to ask. If you were that much of a second thought why stick around?

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[deans-queen]

Love or Die 💜🔪

Mini Series

Paring: Dean Winchester x Female Reader (Y/N) 

Plot: Reader (Y/N) can’t stand Dean Winchester and everything about him,  but she has a secret and that is:  she’s madly in love with him. 

Inspired by the song: Can’t Hold On Forever by Laura Marano 

Warnings: SMUT, p in v (wrap it up kids),mature and sexual language.

Part 3 - Reader’s P.O.V (Final Part)

I was laying in my bed with Dean, looking up at him.

He was asleep peacefully, his chest rising up and down slowly.

I couldn’t believe what had happened….. I had been dreaming about this moment for months.

I was in pure bliss.

I was lost in the moment until the alarm on my phone went off. I shut it off and Dean slowly started to wake up.

He was groaning and stretching out his arms, I couldn’t help but giggle.

“Good morning, sleepyhead.” I said to him.

“Morning sweetheart.” He planted a kiss on my cheek.

“What time is it?”

“It’s almost 8:00.” I replied while getting up.

I walked into the bathroom and started to freshen up.

As I approached the sink to brush my teeth, Dean came behind me and snaked his arms around my waist.

He nuzzled his head in my neck and began planting kisses there.

“Keep it up sir and we’ll have to go for round 2.”

“That’s what I was kinda hoping for…” he mumbled into my neck.

“If we spend all day in bed, we will never solve this case.”

“Fine”, he grumbled, as he gave me a peck on the lips. “But you owe me later.”

After we all got dressed and had breakfast, we met at the table in the front room of the bunker. We called it the “meeting room.”

Sam called us and told us some pretty big news.

“So basically to break it down, I know who killed Lillian.”

“Wait, I thought she killed herself, she was murdered?” I said, surprisingly.

“Yeah, but it was made to look like a suicide.”

“But why?” Dean asked.

“Because we know her and Master Turner were not allowed to be together, so someone had to kill her off. And you’ll never guess who.”

“No wait, don’t tell me the butler did it?” Dean said.

“Yup, Mr. Ramsay.” Sam said. “He tried to tell Master Turner it wasn’t a good idea but he didn’t listen. He felt betrayed after all he had done for the master's family. And, check this out: he even wrote a fake letter to make it look like she killed herself.”

“What a bastard.” I said, shaking my head.

“So where can we find his remains?” Dean asked.

“It will be tricky cause he’s buried in the cemetery behind the house.”

Sam pulls out a map out of the house and points to the cemetery.

We came up with a plan to try to sneak by the ghosts, it was going to be tricky but I knew we could pull it off.

After we took care of that bum butler’s ghost and reversed the curse we all headed back to bunker. It was a hell of a fight.

Sam and Dean got a bit banged up, and I got slashed on my side, it hurt like hell.

Once we got there, Dean scooped me up and brought me to the medical room of the bunker.

He set me down softly on the bed and began to wipe the blood off of me.

“Dammit, baby you’re bleeding out!”

“Make it stop Dean!”

“I’m trying…”

Sam rushed into the room and Castiel was with him.

“Dammit Cass you could have showed up awhile ago.” I said, wincing in pain.

“Sorry, but don’t worry I’m here now. I heard Dean's prayer.” He said.

Awe, he prayed for me.

His hand began to glow and he placed it on my side, healing my wound completely.

He then touched Sam and Deans foreheads to heal them too.

“Thanks Cass,” we all said to him.

“My pleasure.” He said, then he disappeared.

I got up and went back to my room, needing a minute to breathe about everything that just happened

Knock knock.

“Baby it’s me.” Dean called out. “You okay?”

“I’m fine Dean, no need to check on me.” I said, calling out.

He opened up the door then closed it behind him, sitting on my bed next to me.

“No I don’t think so, I’m always going to check on my girl when she’s upset, hurt or whatever it is.”

I looked at him and I couldn’t help but smile, touching his cheek.

“My girl?”

“That’s what you are right?”

“Yes, I just have to get used to hearing that. All this time I was secretly crushing on you and now I don’t have to pretend anymore.”

He smirked while biting his lip, looking up and down at my lips.

We both leaned in slowly and our lips touched. Feelings of electricity ran through my body, giving me goosebumps on my skin.

We deepened the kiss, as our tongues collided. I began to lay back on the bed and Dean crawled on top of me. He kissed along my neck and down to my collarbones, all while undoing the buttons on my shirt.

Once my shirt was unbuttoned, he grabbed a hold of my boobs, massaging each one gently.

“Fuck Dean, you’re turning me on already.” I moaned softly

He reached down and undid my jeans and began to stick a hand down my panties and began to rub my pussy, feeling my wet folds.

“You’re so wet for me baby girl, are you ready for me?”

“Yes Dean please! I want all of you. I want your body against mine, I want your thick hard cock inside of me….take me please.”

Once I said that, he really started to heat things up.

Before I knew it all of our clothes were off and the only thing that was on our body’s was the sweat and ecstasy from the moment.

He teased me at first, before I begged for him to put his dick inside me.

I wrapped my legs around his waist as he began to thrust in and out of my pussy, he was so perfect for me.

My nails clawed down his back, leaving marks, I could feel the moment coming….I was gonna cum. I wanted it and I needed it.

He thrusted faster and faster while grabbing my ass and my hips, we were rocking the bed and moans filled up the room.

“Dean I’m so fucking close, make me cum for you.”

“Fuck baby girl, I’m close too, get ready…” he groaned in a husky voice.

And then it happened, we both reached our climax and filled each other up with our sweet juices.

We both breathed heavily and looked into each others’ eyes.

“I….I love you Y/N.” Dean said, softly

Omg….I can’t believe I’m finally hearing these words. I've waited so long to hear them.

“I love you too, Dean.” I said, while kissing his cheek.

And then we both fell asleep, enjoying the romantic moment while it lasted.

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My Worthless Love || Part Two

Summary: At first, Dean can’t believe his luck that he gets to date a porn star, but soon the cracks start to show, and Dean gets to see a totally different side to the industry that bursts his bubble and leaves him torn. 

Rating: 18+

Part Tags: angst, mentions of sex, being used for sex, hints of foreboding, fluff, romance, heart to heart

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You’re still thinking about your date with Dean as you sit yourself down at your dressing table in front of your vanity, reaching for your hairbrush to detangle your freshly washed hair. You sigh heavily, wondering if he’ll get bored of you soon enough, and knowing there’s only so many times you can expect him to be a perfect gentleman before he gets bored and finds a girl who isn’t an idiot and will fuck him on the first date. But you’d promised yourself this time it would be different. This time, the guy you date will be different, and the only way to ensure that is to make him wait. 

You think about that drunk guy you’d walked past who clearly recognised you, and you smile softly when you remember Dean moving to your other side to protect you from him. You remember Dean brushing it off as just a drunk man trying to hit on an attractive woman, and how he didn’t seem to bat an eye at any of the other men whose attention you’d grabbed that night or the two dates before that, either. Either you’ve been extremely lucky and Dean extremely naive, or he knows your little secret, and he’s just biding his time. 

In fact, you wouldn’t be surprised if the guy that works for him at his workshop – Justin you think you remember him saying – hasn’t pieced it together yet. Maybe Justin being a bit too friendly with a few too many women has been your saving grace this time. But it’s only a matter of time now. Dean’s going to find out eventually, and you’d rather that come from you. So maybe it’s time to come clean, and show him the side of you that you wish you didn’t have to. 

Your phone ringing cuts through the silence of the room and the noise of your mind, and you realise that you’ve only been brushing one section of your hair the entire time you’d been in thought. Clearing your throat, you put your brush down and grab your cell, sighing slightly at the name that’s flashing on the screen. 

“Hey, Dick, what’s up?” you ask, trying to sound more enthusiastic than you are. 

“Hey baby,” he practically cheers down the phone in his usual over enthusiastic patronising tone he always speaks to you in. “Listen, sweetheart, it’s been three days, pressure’s on to take this job.” 

You sigh heavily at the very reminder. You’d been so caught up in Dean recently, you’d actually forgotten about that. 

“C’mon, baby, you know the deal. You refuse this and the company won’t hire you again, that’s half your work gone,” he tries to push. 

“Dick, c’mon, you know I don’t like that guy,” you remind him, playing with a loose strand of cotton on your bathrobe.  

“We’ve all gotta do jobs we don’t like doing, Y/N,” Dick replies a lot more bluntly this time. 

“Dick,” you try to reason, already getting frustrated. “You know what he’s like… you’re meant to be looking out for me, not pushing me to work with assholes like that.” 

“No, I’m meant to be getting you work, but I can’t fuckin’ do that if you’re turning down scenes left, right and centre. This affects my pay too, y’know,” he huffs. “Just be a big girl, suck it up and do one fuckin’ scene with the guy, okay?” 

You purse your lips, not wanting to give in or even compromise, but you know that Dick is right. If you turn down this scene, then the company is less likely to book you for other scenes, and then you’ll barely have any work or money.

“Fine, but I want them to be clear on my limits list, okay?” you press, waiting desperately for Dick’s confirmation. 

“Sure, I’ll make sure they get it. I’ll send you the details for the shoot in the morning, get some rest.” 

You roll your eyes knowing he can’t see it and hang up, throwing your phone back down onto the dresser clumsily as you clench your jaw and try to calm yourself back down. Once again you focus on brushing your hair, moving on to applying your skin care as you try to distract yourself with thoughts about Dean once again. But it’s no use, Dick has officially put you in a bad mood, and the thought of your new upcoming job is keeping you on edge. 

Your phone once again begins to ring, and you’re just annoyed enough that you snatch it up without looking at the screen first. 

“What?” you bark down it. 

“Oh hey, urm, sorry, is this a bad time?” 

Instantly you relax a little upon hearing Dean’s voice on the other end, and you take a deep breath and pinch the bridge of your nose to relieve some of the tension there. 

“Sorry, I thought you were someone else, what’s up?” you pry softly, trying to remain calm. 

“I urm… I know it’s late, but I was hoping we could meet up and talk?” he asks awkwardly. 

“Dean, it’s almost midnight, we were together like two hours ago, what’s going on?”

“I just really think we should talk about something,” he tries again. 

Your mind is too much of a mess to figure out just what Dean might be talking about. Maybe he’s hoping a late night call will change your mind about not fucking him on third date. Maybe he’s finally ready to admit he knows your secret. Maybe there’s something else entirely, but either way, now you’re intrigued, and it’s certainly taking your mind off of Dick and your new job. 

“I don’t wanna get dressed up again,” you argue with a sigh. “Look, just come to my place, I’ll text you the address.” 

You figure your apartment is the best place to be. You can throw him out if the conversation doesn’t go the way you want it to, and it means you don’t have to make too much effort to get ready and go out at this hour. Though as you hang up, you realise you should at least put some clothes on under your robe, and maybe a touch of make up. The guy has never seen you not dressed up for a date, so he doesn’t need that shock at midnight. 

You text him your address as promised and settle for putting on some simple sleep shorts and tank top under your robe, hoping if you look ready for bed, he won’t take too long and will leave again once he’s said whatever it is that’s so important. Pouring yourself a large glass of wine, you figure you’ll need it as you try your best to relax on the couch and await Dean’s arrival, wondering just what the hell he might want to talk about.  

As you sit and watch Dean bouncing his leg and looking around your apartment for what might be the hundredth time, you consider breaking the silence yourself, starting to get a little irritated that he hasn’t just spat it out already. 

“Really is a nice place,” he compliments for the fourth or fifth time; you’ve lost count now. “Much nicer than my apartment. Urm… what do you do again to afford something like this?”

As soon as Dean braves looking you in the eye after his bold question, you know exactly why he’s here and take a deep breath. 

“I think you know,” you reply softly, your heart beginning to thud just a little bit harder as your mind now begins to race, coming up with all the different ways this could go from here. You’re more disappointed than you thought you’d be at the prospect of Dean being just another guy that’s discovered your secret and wants personal gain from it. 

“I might’ve found out,” he confesses, clearing his throat and looking away as a blush begins to stain his cheeks. 

“And?” you prompt, not able to tell from just looking at him exactly how he feels about it. You’re still not even sure how long he’s known. 

“And I figured we should talk about it,” Dean counters. “Can I– Can I get a beer or something, my mouth is like… really dry,” he starts to fluster. 

“Sure,” you nod softly, getting up to head over to the fridge in the kitchen, glancing back over your shoulder as you watch him bouncing his leg even more violently than he had been. 

Clearly the guy is nervous about the whole thing, but he must realise he’s got the upper hand here, right? You’re the one that’s been caught out in a lie here – Not a lie, just a half truth, you remind yourself as you twist off the caps of both beers and make your way back over to the couch. You hand him his beer and smile nervously at him, before sitting back down, telling yourself that you didn’t exactly lie at any point about what you do for a living. 

You’d gotten good at avoiding the subject over time, and that didn’t change on your dates with Dean. You’d let him talk about his garage and fixing cars, and then distract him with more questions about himself before he could ask you what you do in return. And it’s not like you wouldn’t have ever told him. If things were going to start looking like they were getting more serious, you’d have come clean eventually. It’s just not exactly a good first date conversation, and you wanted to be sure that he actually liked you and not just the thought of you. 

“So how long have you known?” you pry, focusing on playing with the edge of the sticker on your bottle. 

“I found out tonight, after our date,” he confesses. 

“Was it that guy that recognised me?” you wonder, wanting to know just how you’d given it away. 

“No, but that and the guy walking into the door does make a lot more sense now…” he half laughs, though you can tell he doesn’t actually find it all that funny, so you’re not off the hook just yet. “I urm… well, I was kinda gonna… y’know… blow off some steam, and I accidentally found you.” 

Dean’s cheeks only turn darker yet, and you almost find it cute that he’d be so embarrassed about that given what you’re talking about and who he’s talking to. 

“I see,” you nod, finally understanding. You’re not exactly one of the big names, so you realised the chances of him finding you accidentally were slim, but not impossible, and if he really had no idea who you were before that, maybe this is some cruel twist of fate that he’s found out this way. “So, let me guess,” you sigh, sitting up a little straighter. “You found out what I do for a living and now you’re wondering why a professional slut wouldn’t even put out for you on the third date?” 

You realise that your accusation is a little crass and a whole lot unfair, but you’ve been down this road with guys before. As soon as they’ve found out about your job, they’ve changed. As much as you’d like Dean to be the exception, you’re not holding your breath that he will be. You bravely look him right in the eyes when he doesn’t immediately answer, noticing them widen at your question as he instantly shakes his head. 

“That’s not why I’m here,” he tries to defend.   

“It’s fine, Dean, you don’t have to pretend to be some Prince Charming, I’ve been here before.” You don’t even mean for your tone to be so aggressive, but it is, and you start to realise just how angry you are to be in this position yet again. Maybe you should give up on dating altogether, just accept that men only want one thing from you. At least then you can’t be disappointed.  

“What?” Dean frowns, his own voice starting to raise, his tone hardening just a little.  “I never said–” he cuts himself off. “Hang on, why are you the one that’s pissed with me? I’m the one that just found out that the girl I’m dating fucks men on camera for the whole world to see and she didn’t even tell me!” 

“But she won’t fuck you, right? That’s what’s bothering you about all this?” you argue back. “You know what, Dean? Fine, I’ll fuck you, let you have something to brag to all your little friends about, but don’t expect a fourth date after this.” 

You rise to your feet and pull the tie on your robe, letting it hang loose to expose your pyjamas underneath, and Dean also rises to his feet, now frowning even deeper than before. 

“No, that’s not why I’m here,” he insists once more. “Does it hurt my ego a little that you didn’t wanna sleep with me? Sure, but I’m a big boy, Y/N, I got over it pretty damn quick. What bothers me, is that you weren’t just honest about it,” he retorts. 

“Can you blame me, Dean?” you implore, feeling pent up frustration turning into something else – something sad and heavy in your chest. “This happens every time. In fact, I don’t know why I’ve not learned my lesson yet, maybe this is all my fault, after all.” 

“What happens, Y/N?” Dean presses, frustrated. “A guy gets upset because you lied to him?” 

“No, a guy I’m dating finds out what I do, and suddenly that’s all he sees… and it’s all he wants from me.” 

Dean opens his mouth, but no sound comes out yet. He shuts it again and takes a deep breath, looking down at the beer bottle in his hand before gently placing it down on the coffee table. He steps closer, and bites down on his plump bottom lip for a moment before opening his mouth and trying again. 

“Okay, I’m sorry, I didn’t think about it like that,” he confesses with another blush. “I guess I was hurt that I’ve been nothing but honest with you, and I thought you’d been the same. I’m not used to dating like this, Y/N. I’m normally the asshole that only wants one thing, but you’re different, and I like you… and I’m not just saying that because I know what you do now. If we’re being completely honest, normally I wouldn’t even have the patience to make it to a third date.” 

You giggle slightly at his brutal honesty, appreciating it far more than all those guys that just pretend to be different to the rest but really only want one thing. And there’s a sincerity about him that makes you believe him when he says he really didn’t know before tonight, and that he really did like you even before he found out. 

“I get it now,” he reassures you, stepping closer again. “You didn’t want me to be like them… and I won’t be… not with you.” 

“Please don’t be,” you beg him quietly, not even thinking about just how fragile and vulnerable it makes you to ask something like that of him. 

“I promise I like you for you, Y/N,” he confirms, “or I wouldn’t be thinking about a fourth date, or how much I wanna kiss you right now and then go straight home afterwards, just so I can prove to you that I’m different.”  

“So my job doesn’t bother you?” you check, feeling your own cheeks heat up. 

“I mean… I’d rather my girlfriend didn’t show everything she owns on camera while sleeping with other men, but… I’m also not going to be the guy that tells you to change for me.” 

“Hang on, girlfriend?” you smirk. “Slow down there, dude, we’ve only been on three dates.” 

Dean instantly blushes violently. “I should go, I’m not used to this kind of rom com crap, I’m trying to be cute, but it’s clearly not working,” he complains, clearly embarrassed.

You laugh softly as you reach out and grab his wrist to stop him from turning away and heading towards the door. 

“You should at least give me that kiss you’ve been thinking about,” you tell him with a gentle smirk, biting down on your bottom lip as a smile begins to flitter over his lips. 

“Are you sure? It’s pretty passionate,” he tries to tease back, clearly getting his confidence back just a little. 

“I think I can handle it, it’s you that you should be worrying about,” you counter, leaning your face closer to his with a quiet giggle.

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Get Me to the Church On Time Pt. 1

Series Summary: It's Dean and Julie's wedding day. What could go wrong?

Chapter Summary: Dean is nervous and stressed about the big day. His friends and family are not helping.

Series Warnings/Explicit 18+: Some show level violence, eventual smut, fluff, smidge of angst. Chapters will have individual warnings.

Chapter Warnings: None, Dean being an anxious bean, fluff.

Pairings: Dean Winchester x OFC (Julie)

Word Count: 991

A/N: Dean and Julie are back! Each part will vary between 500+ and 2000+ words. I will be releasing all the parts today, September 15th, as part of my 1K follower celebration! 😊💓

The parts will be released as follows:

Part 1 - 8:00 AM

Part 2 - 10:00 AM

Part 3 - 12:00 PM

Part 4 - 3:00 PM

Part 5 - 6:00 PM ||

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A/N 2: So, as I stated this mini-series is part of my 1K followers celebration. For the celebration I asked people to send in gif prompts, or requests for me to write, all of which would be posted on my birthday, which is TODAY! 🎉

I only ended up with 6 prompts/requests, so I thought I would mix the prompts in with my own ideas, and I decided to write this little mini-series as well as a (hopefully) special surprise for those who enjoyed Dean and Julie in Green is My Favorite Color.

At 7:00 PM, I will post my last fic for the celebration, the first chapter of my sequel series, I Will Find You in the Dark!

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"What time is it, Sammy?"

"It's one minute and thirty-six seconds from the last time you asked me."

Sam looked up from the game of chess he was playing with Benny. "We're still like twenty minutes away from even leaving for the church, Dean. Relax."

He took out Benny's bishop and then looked back at Dean, a wide, teasing smile on his face. "If she's hung in this long, Julie's not likely to drop you in the last hour."

Dean shot his little brother a look. "You don't know that for sure. Maybe today's the day she finally comes to her senses."

Sam nodded as though he was contemplating that possibility. "Well, we'll just have to wait and see, I guess."

He raised his voice as he looked around the cheap motel room they were waiting in. "Who else wants to get in on this action? Five to one odds that Julie doesn't show up today at the church! Who's betting?"

Benny reached in his pocket, and pulled out a ten. "I'll take that action." Dean scowled at him and Benny just shrugged. "Sorry, Chief, but that pretty lady is just too good for you "

Kevin and Garth stood up and put a few bucks down in favor of Dean being left at the altar.

Dean gave them all a supremely unimpressed look. "Seriously?"

Garth grinned. "Sorry, Amigo, but I've been planning on marrying Julie since we teamed up back in Apocalypse Number One. If she stands you up, maybe I've got a chance."

Everyone laughed, and Dean gave a fake chuckle. "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. But you're all gonna feel like crap when she really does come to her senses and I'm left standing there like an idiot."

He turned away, to stare out the window at the empty parking lot. The group of men, (Best Man Sam, Groomsman Benny, and guests Kevin and Garth) began a loud conversation all about the horror stories they'd heard or read, where grooms got left waiting for a runaway bride.

When the teasing ended though, they came, one by one to pound him on the back, and quietly reassure him.

Benny came up first and offered him a sip from his flask, which Dean gladly accepted. "My friend, I watched that little girl fight with every breath in her body to keep you safe, to keep you alive. I watched her nearly die alongside you when you were bleeding into the ground of purgatory."

He thumped Dean's back with his big, meaty hand and smiled with a slightly wistful air. "I'm gonna be out ten bucks, I can promise you that."

Next Kevin came up and stood right in front of him. "You don't notice it because, well, because you're you, but I've seen how Julie watches you, and..."

The young prophet looked down at the floor, a hopeful smile on his face. "Well, let's just say I sure hope someone looks at me like that one day."

Garth slung an arm around Dean's shoulder as they looked out the window together. "I knew from the first minute I met her that I didn't stand a chance with Julie Taylor, in spite of my winning ways and charm. Know how I knew?"

Dean's mouth lifted at the corner. "No, how?"

"We were fighting all them demons together, trying to keep the world spinnin' while the devil tried to take hold of Sam, remember?"

"Vaguely." Dean said, voice thick with sarcasm.

"Well, the group of us, we got to talkin' about you Winchesters, and that girl lit up like a firefly every time your name came up. Course, she was sorta sad too, cause you were bein' a idiot, and wouldn't date her."

Dean scowled at him and Garth shrugged. "Annie told me. God rest her soul. My point is, she's been in love with you as long as I've known her, and I knew I never stood a chance."

He squeezed Dean's shoulders in a sideways hug and moved off.

Sam came to stand silently beside him for a while before he simply said. "Julie has been in love with you for most of her life, Dean. What are the chances she stops that today?"

Dean shrugged and crossed his arms. "Pretty unlikely." He said quietly.

Sam nodded. "Exactly." He pulled his brother into a quick, reluctant hug, pulling back to clap his big hand against the side of Dean's neck.

"You're getting married today, man. I'm so, unbelievably happy for you."

Dean ducked his head, avoiding Sam's earnest and warm expression. But he gave a shy smile and nodded. "Thanks, Sammy."

Dean's smile continued as Sam left with a final pat on his back. They were right, and he knew it, deep down.

Julie loved him more than the air in her lungs. He just never understood why, so it was easy to imagine her waking up one morning and deciding she'd been seeing things in him that weren't there.

A few minutes later Cas opened the door. "All right, everyone, the church is ready, and the bride is there and waiting, so we should go now."

The ragtag group, three hunters, a vampire, one angel and a prophet all clamored to leave at once, sounding like a stampede as they rushed forward. Dean was left alone in the room for minute as they ran out to their vehicles and he took a deep breath.

Cas stuck his head back in the door. "Dean, you have to come with us now. Julie said, and I quote, "Cas, if you don't get Dean to that church on time, I'm gonna see if I can toss an angel into Hell."

He frowned. "Of course, I assume she was speaking metaphorically, since it would be physically impossible for her to lift me up and throw me anywhere. Especially not hell, since she doesn't actually know how-"

"Okay, Cas!" Dean interrupted, grinning. "I'm coming."

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All She Wants, Part Three (Finale)

Summary: Dean’s experience with the wrong hormone suppressants makes him feral. The only person who can get him out of it and save his life is Y/N, the omega he had been mating with for years until she left six months ago. Without a claim and with no prospects of Dean ever giving her one, Y/N finally had enough and broke the bond they’d forged in their years together and left him, but with Sam now begging her to go to Dean and save his life, will she go, or will she leave the green-eyed alpha to his biological fate?

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Female Omega!Reader

Rating: 18+ Only

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Warnings: tw: dub con claiming, omegaverse, A/B/O, A/B/O dynamics, language, ruts, feral alpha, agitation, aggression, smut, rough sex, biting, oral sex (f rec), fingering, p in v sex, hair pulling, heavy angst, aftercare, fluff

Word Count: 4.1k

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Y/N’S POV

The knocking on your motel room door startles you, and you grab your gun from the waistband of your jeans and cautiously step towards the door. Flicking the safety off, you place the barrel onto the wood and cautiously open it just enough to see who’s on the other side.

“Sam? Cas?” you gasp, throwing the door open wider.

“You should be more careful, Y/N. We could be demons or shapeshifters or any other kind of monster,” Cas speaks first, and you blink at him, amused, as always, by his directness.

“Nice to see you, too, Cas,” you smirk, opening the door wider to let them in.

“Hey, Y/N,” Sam says as he leans down to hug you. “It’s good to see you.”

“You too, Sam,” you smile as you close the door behind them. You know whatever this unplanned visit is, it’s about Dean.

“You seem healthy,” Cas states, tilting his head to the side and frowning as if searching for something. “And yet—”

“So!” Sam interrupts quickly. “How have you been?”

“Fine…” You narrow your eyes at the alpha’s strange behaviour. “This isn’t a social visit, is it?” You finally ask.

“No,” Cas confirms, and you don’t know if you’re glad he’ll get straight to the point or if you’d prefer Sam to dance around it all a little more.

“Dean.” It’s not a question. It’s a statement. You knew from the way your stomach dropped the second you saw them that this wasn’t a good news visit.

“I asked Cas to find you,” Sam said softly.

You and the younger Winchester have stayed in touch since you left the bunker, but you agreed you wouldn’t tell him where you were, and he wouldn’t ask. It was one thing for Dean to find out they were talking, but it’d be another entirely if he knew Sam knew where she was.

“What happened?” Your mind goes to the worst possible scenario, and you try to fight the rising nausea. 

“Dean has been taking store bought suppressants,” Sam says, and you feel your blood boil.

“What? Why? Why would he be so goddamn stupid? Did he know what they’d do to an alpha in his situation?” you fume at the men as you pace the threadbare carpet.

“No. He knew they weren’t suitable long-term, but the side effects he experienced weren’t typical,” Cas answered.

“I thought it was a mix of the drugs and rejection sickness and that it’d ease over time,” Sam says calmly and quietly. “But I think he suffered some kind of chemical reaction to them, and by the time I found out what he was taking, it was too late.”

“Too late? Sam, what are you saying?” You’re terrified of what he’s so anxious to tell you.

“He’s feral, Y/N,” Cas finally puts you out of your misery, and while it’s bad news, it’s not the worst thing they could’ve told you. “But I don’t understand why you are not.”

It’s not an accusation. The angel is just curious about alphas who mate with but don’t claim omegas. To his literal knowledge, an alpha finds an omega, they mate, there’s a claim, an unbreakable bond, and pups. Your situation with Dean had always intrigued the celestial being.

“Because I’ve been taking the suppressants I should. Prescribed by a doctor. Why didn’t he do the same thing?” Contrary to the angel’s question, yours is accusatory as you look between Sam and Cas.

“You know what he’s like, Y/N. He doesn’t talk about these things, and I didn’t know until a few days ago. He’s been overcome with guilt for how he treated you, and I think…” Sam trails off, noticing from the look on your face that you know what he was alluding to.

“You think this is some kind of self-sacrifice?” you ask in disbelief. Dean is well known for his self-depreciation, and it’s something you’ve seen and heard from him many times, but this? “No… No, I don’t believe that. Why would he put himself through that just to go feral anyway? Why not just lie down and let it happen on its own?”

“You really want me to answer that?” Sam asks, and you frown.

“Sam, you can’t be serious! Dean is not doing this to punish himself for hurting me. There’s no way,” you argue, but you know the green-eyed alpha better than he knows himself. It does sound like something he’d do to himself—some kind of fucked up repentance for his behaviour.

Sam only shrugs, and you sigh, knowing you’ve both come to the same conclusion.

“So, what? You want me to go to him? Get him out of this mess?”

“You’re his mate. Only you can get him back from this,” Cas says, and you laugh bitterly, taking the angel by surprise.

“I bet Dean loves that!” you scoff. “Anytime I told him that like it or not, we’re mates, he shot me down in flames!”

“I know he hurt you, and I can’t imagine how hard this is for you, and Dean knows it too. He told me not to look for you. That he doesn’t deserve your help, but I’m asking you to think about it. Please?”

“I don’t know, Sam. If I go to him, you know what it means, right?” you check, not convinced either of them fully understand what they’re asking of you.

“I do,” Sam responds.

“And you know it’s pretty much a done deal that he’ll claim me in his feral haze? And then when he comes to, he’ll regret it and reject me? You’re asking me to sacrifice myself for him? Because I won’t survive his rejection, you both know that, right?”

“He’d never reject you, Y/N,” Cas confirms what you know in your heart, but it brings no comfort.

“Oh, because a forced claim and being stuck with someone who doesn’t want me is a better fate than dying from rejection!”

“He does want you. He loves you. He just can’t—” Sam starts, but you interrupt with a scoff.

“Give me what I want. I know, Sam. He’s told me that so many times it’s imprinted in my memory!” You huff, quickening your pacing.

You want to say no. You want to protect yourself and your fragile heart that’s still trying to heal, but you know if you were the feral one, Dean would already be here, doing everything he could to get you through it—even claiming you just so you’d survive.

He doesn’t deserve to die, and yet, you don’t deserve to be someone’s mistake, but you can’t see any other option. If you don’t go to him, he’ll die. If you go to him, and he doesn’t reject you, you’ll be miserable, but you’ll both be alive.

“Fuck!” you yell in frustration. Once again, you feel that self-loathing that only Dean seems able to bring out of you. You hate yourself because you still love him even after everything, and you’d sacrifice everything to save him.

“Where is he?”

Walking up to the secluded cabin, you shiver at the deathly silence surrounding you. As if being this deep in the woods isn’t ominous enough, there isn’t even a bird chirping or an insect buzzing in the heavy air.

You’re so deep in the woods that the midday sun can’t even breach the trees. You drove as close as you could, but you’d had to abandon your car about a mile back. This is probably the safest house Bobby had ever found, and you have to admire Dean for choosing this one to hide out in.

Sam had given you the key. At first, you’d been shocked he’d lock Dean in with no way to escape, but you knew feral alphas aren’t to be taken lightly. There had been cases of ferals going on murder sprees, and the green-eyed hunter would never risk putting people in any kind of danger.

“Dean?” you call out as you knock on the door. “It’s Y/N. Sam found me. He said you need my help.” With no response, you take a deep breath, preparing yourself for being too late, and put the key in the lock.

Pushing the door open slowly, the sour smell of Dean’s feral rut slams into you, and immediately your body begins to respond to the distressed alpha. Your skin tingles, heat floods your veins, and slick pools at your entrance. You’ve never been more grateful for a heat to come on as you are now. If it didn’t, Dean could seriously hurt or even kill you trying to get himself out of this.

“Omega,” Dean growls from the doorway of the bedroom and with one look at his bloodshot eyes, you know there’s little to no humanity in him right now.

“Alpha,” you whimper and bow your head in submission.

“Mine,” he groans in front of you, and you jump, having not heard him move across the room.

Dean buries his head in your neck and inhales your scent, gasping as if he’d been suffocating, and your scent is his oxygen.

“My ‘mega,” Dean snarls and slams you against the wooden door. You whimper at the pain and remind yourself not to fight. If you fight, things could get ugly.

Pawing at your jeans, he tries to undo them, but in his desperation to get at you, he can’t grasp the little brass button and punches the wall next to your head in frustration.

“Hey,” you purr, placing a hand on his cheek and smiling as he leans into your touch, “It’s okay, Alpha. Let me.”

Loosening the button and pulling the zipper down, you kick off your shoes, slide the denim from your legs and step out of them. Moving to your shirt, you begin pulling at the material when Dean slaps your hands away.

“No!” he growls. “Mine.”

Dean isn’t gentle when he claws at your shirt, grabbing the neckline with both hands and ripping the cotton from your body. The groan that rumbles from his belly when your lace-covered breasts are exposed to his gaze has slick soaking through your underwear.

He wastes no time placing his lips on the tops of your breasts, biting and sucking the sensitive skin, marking you in a way he never has before. Dean pulls the cups of your bra down and quickly finds a hard nipple, and you groan from his overzealous assault.

You whine as the alpha pulls away from you, but before you can complain further, Dean lifts you on his shoulder and carries you to the bedroom.

“Strip,” he orders as he places you back on your feet, and you don’t dare disobey or take your time removing your bra and panties. 

“Good girl,” he praises as he takes his clothes off, and you wonder if just being here is making him a little less feral. “Get on the bed, Omega.”

Again, you don’t dare take your time and quickly crawl onto the bed and wait for his next instruction. Dean kneels at the bottom of the bed, pulls you down by your ankles, and pushes your knees down to the mattress.

“Mine,” he growls as the scent of your slick reaches him, and he lowers his head between your legs. He’s not gentle, anything but, and his longer stubble scratches and jabs at your soft, sensitive skin. It’s sore, yet you quickly fall apart on his mouth.

Before you fully come down from your high, Dean’s fingers are inside you, and he’s sucking and biting his way up your body. When this is over, your skin will be an interesting spectrum of colour; you can already see patches of red on your breasts from earlier, and Dean’s not done with them yet as he goes back to sucking and biting your nipples.

As your forced heat takes over, the pain from Dean’s bites and rough hands ease, and all you can feel and hear now is desire and pleasure and growls and snarls, and Dean, mumbling mine over and over again while his teeth nip at your neck.

“Present, Omega,” Dean growls as he pulls back from your body just enough to let you turn around. You crawl further up the bed and lean forward onto your elbows. You unintentionally wiggle your ass as you get comfortable in your new position, making Dean growl deeply and spank your round cheeks.

You feel his hands slide up your thighs and over your ass. His touch soothes and cools your heated skin. When he finally slams into your slick, aching pussy, it’s hard, rough, and deliciously painful.

Dean is fully feral, and there’ll be no stopping him until he comes out of the rut in five or six days. You know it won’t be pretty, and you won’t come out of this unscathed. At least your heat is making you feel like a wanton whore.

As your humanity is overtaken by omega, much like Dean’s is with alpha, your last thought is being grateful for being in a cabin in the middle of the woods, in the middle of nowhere.

It’s been six days, and Dean still pounds into you like there’s no tomorrow. Your heat is starting to wane, but hasn’t subsided so much that you won’t still be pliable under his hands. Still, at least the heat fog is beginning to lift, and you hope it’s a sign that Dean’s rut is finally ending.

It took four knots to get him out of his feral state, but his rut is intense, and he’s insatiable. You suppose the combination of suppressants and being feral will do that to an alpha. 

“‘Mega,” Dean grunts as his hand slides up your spine and grips your neck. “So good for me, baby girl.”

His praise makes you purr, and you feel his hand slide from your neck into your hair and wrap his fist around it, making your body turn to jelly. Dean tugs your hair, and you’re forced to raise to your knees, your back pressed against his chest, and he pulls your head to the side by your hair, exposing your neck to him.

It’s already black and blue from the gnawing he’s been doing there this past week, but this is different. He’s scenting you and licking your mating gland and whining. Dean loves licking and kissing your neck, but not like this. It feels different. There’s a change in the atmosphere, and his thrusts are brutal and stuttered.

You try to move, try and get him away from you, but he snarls and yanks your hair painfully, keeping a hold of it so you can’t move.

“Dean,” you whimper, and he snarls again at the use of his name, and you know he’s not as far out of this rut as you’d hoped. “Alpha, please,” you beg, but it’s useless. He’s too far gone again. His mouth is sucking on your mating gland, and he’s growling and grunting as his knot swells and catches at your entrance.

“Please don’t do it, Alpha. It’s just the rut. You don’t want this… you don’t want me, please!” you cry. But as his knot slips inside, locking you together, your head falls back on his shoulder, and when his teeth break your skin, you scream your release and lose the little self-control you had earlier.

Coming down from your high, you notice that Dean is still latched onto you, and you can feel blood dripping down your neck. The sudden rush of hormones and pheromones from the claim makes you reach another orgasm, and this time, you take the alpha with you. Grunting and growling, Dean’s release coats your walls, and you let the blackness take over.

When you come to, you’re on your side, and Dean is cleaning and soothing the wound on your neck with gentle licks and soft kisses. You’re still locked together, and every twitch of his cock catches your G-spot and fills your womb with even more of his seed.

A brief thought that he could’ve gotten you pregnant crosses your mind, and you hope the fates aren’t so cruel as to have this be when you get your wish of pups; not like this.

The last week finally catches up with you, and the lullaby of Dean’s whines and whimpers, combined with his soft kisses, lull you into a deep sleep.

The sun’s warmth on your face begins to wake you from sleep. Your muscles feel heavy, and Dean’s lips caress your back and shoulders.

“Morning, Omega,” he rasps behind you, sliding a warm hand over your hip, and a pang of dread settles in your stomach. You’re tired, every muscle in your body is screaming at you, and your pussy is in agony from a week of rough pounding and knots courtesy of the alpha pulling you closer to his body. If he’s still not out of this rut, you don’t think you’ll survive another round.

“Don’t worry,” Dean chuckles. “I’m not feral anymore, and the rut has gone.”

You’re confused, wondering how he knew what you were thinking. You don’t think you groaned. In fact, you’re pretty sure you didn’t even move. Your body is too sore to even tense up.

Then you remember Dean claimed you and that he did it while in a feral rut. 

As your whole world comes crashing down around you, you do the one thing you’d rather die than do in front of Dean.

Cry.

DEAN’S POV

Devastation. That’s all he can feel radiating from the omega next to him. When he woke an hour ago, he’d been happier than ever. The second he claimed Y/N, there was a shift, and all felt right in the world.

He thought—naively, he now realises—Y/N would be happy. It’s what she wanted. What she needed, but the sheer anguish from her tells a different story. The worst part of all this is the shame he feels for claiming her without her consent and the knowledge that now, she’s stuck with him whether she wants to be or not.

“Hey, sweetheart, it’s gonna be okay,” Dean tries to soothe her and presses his lips to her shoulder. “Y/N, look at me, please?” She remains on her side, facing away from him and crying, and the alpha in him takes over. His omega is in distress, and he needs to fix it. “Omega, look at me!” he growls lowly, and watches as Y/N obeys his order and timidly rolls onto her back.

Dean’s jaw drops, and he’s disgusted with himself as he takes in her abused torso. There are a couple of bites and bruises on her back and shoulders, but it’s nothing compared to what covers her neck, breasts and stomach. There’s so much bruising that barely any skin has been left unblemished. As he scans further down her body, he can see the same damage over the tops of her thighs and between her legs.

“Baby girl, I’m so sorry. I—” Dean can’t finish; he has no words for what he did to her. He immediately gets out of bed and fills the tub with hot water. There’s only so much he can do for her out here in the cabin, but the safe house is stocked with first aid supplies, medication and dry and tinned food. 

When the tub is full, he shuts off the water and walks back into the bedroom, seeing Y/N still lying on her back and seemingly void of all emotion. Whether it’s on purpose to shut him out or she’s in shock, Dean’s not sure.

Walking over, Dean lifts her from the bed and carries her into the bathroom. He lowers her into the hot water and bathes her gently, mumbling words of comfort, hoping she can hear him and that she can find it in her to forgive him.

Y/N’S POV

After tenderly bathing you, Dean left you to soak in the warm water a little longer, telling you there were clothes in the wardrobe and that he’d make something to eat.

“Please eat with me, omega. You need to get your strength up, and we need to talk,” Dean had begged before he left, closing the door but not fully so he could still keep an eye on you.

He was right; you do need to talk. And eat. You feel weak and lightheaded and desperately in need of something to take away the pain that’s pulsing through every inch of your body.

When the water has lost its warmth, you climb out and wrap yourself in a towel, avoiding the mirror in the corner. Dean’s reaction earlier is enough for you to know you’ll burst into tears if you see it for yourself. And you can’t bear to see his claim on your neck when it was given under duress.

Pulling clothes from the wardrobe, you choose the softest and biggest things you can find. You know from the smell that the sweats and t-shirt are Dean’s, but you’ve always gotten comfort from his scent, and you suspect you’ll get even more from it now.

Coming out of the bedroom, you follow the noise towards the main part of the cabin and find Dean spooning pasta into bowls in the kitchen.

“How are you feeling, sweetheart?” he asks, stopping what he’s doing to give you his full attention.

“Sore,” you chuckle, pulling out a stool. You hiss and wince, the throbbing—and not the good kind—between your legs getting worse for a few seconds as you sit.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean… I hate that I was so rough. That I’ve hurt you,” Dean says as he pushes a bowl and fork towards you.

“You were feral, Dean. It’s not your fault,” you reply, and you mean it. It’s really not his fault.

“It is, though, sweetheart. If I had taken the right suppressants, I wouldn’t have gone feral, and I wouldn’t have claimed you without your consent.”

“I knew what I was signing up for when I came here. I’m just sorry you’re stuck with me,” you smile sadly. “And if you want to leave, I get it. I know I’m not what you want—”

“Would you stop saying that?” Dean interrupts. “I do want you. I have always wanted you. I’m scared that tying you to me will put you in danger.” The desperation rolls from him in waves, and you know he’s telling you the truth. You can feel it. “I want you, Omega. I want this. I don’t regret claiming you. I regret doing it against your will, and if you want to leave me… reject me… It’s what I deserve, and I’ll let you walk out of here right now, but please stop saying that I don’t want you, Y/N. You’re all I want.”

The chemical bond you now share with Dean is overwhelming. He feels more deeply than he ever lets on, and regret over the non-consensual claim is putting it mildly. He’s distraught over it, and his feelings are so strong that you can almost hear the thoughts in his head telling him he’s stupid and he’s fucked things up before it’s really started between you. You can’t take it. You can’t let him think you don’t want this too.

“You’re all I want too, Alpha. The reason I got so upset when I realised you could feel how I felt is because it was a rut claim, and we’d be stuck together and miserable and resentful, and I didn’t want that for either of us, but I could never reject you, Dean. I love you too much.”

The relief that washes over him makes you smile, and because of your new bond, you know he knows every word is true.

“I love you, Y/N. I’m sorry I couldn’t admit it before, and I’m sorry I didn’t give you what you wanted sooner.” Dean slides off his stool and comes to your side with a tube of cream in his hand. “Now, let me see that claim. It needs something on it, sweetheart.”

You tilt your head to the side and pull the neck of the shirt down, exposing the angry, swollen bite mark. Dean gently covers the wound with the medicated cream, and you hiss at the sting.

“Sorry, baby girl.” Dean winces, feeling your discomfort as clearly as you can. “Now, eat and then bed, Omega.”

“Just to sleep, right?” you ask, scrunching up your face and wriggling in your seat at the thought of him going anywhere near your pussy for at least a week. “No sex?”

“No sex,” Dean laughs. “You need to rest, sweetheart, so just lots of cuddles and closeness and bonding and sleep.”

THE END

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