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k2ntoss · 4 months

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DEAN WINCHESTER LOVES MAKING OUT WITH YOU ON THE BACKSEAT OF BABY

it's late and luckily one of the few times sam doesn't join dean and you on a short hunt, nothing big for you both skilled hunters, a small nest of vampires that you already tracked down in the bunker before leaving. the road is empty and the night is fresh, the wind bites your cheeks as the music goes on on baby's radio, dean has his hand on your thight and gives you gentle squeezes every now and then as you both talk, your eyes are fixed on how good he looks when he drives with just one hand on the steering wheel and that makes you squeeze your legs together, which he notices (oh hell he does)

"what's on your mind, baby?" he asks, a small smirk on he lips because the little bastard knows what's on your mind, he knows he looks hot and he knows that there wouldn't be that much problem if you slid your hand under his jeans to give him a handjob but he has something else in mind "not much, really" you'll reply simply as you do exactly what he expects first, you start toying with his arm, the one that's squeezing your thight and then you reach to caress him over his clothes, your index tracing the outline of his crotch making him let out a low grunt when the light touch isn't enough so he decides to pull to the side of the road, unfastening his belt before he looks at you "let's get to the back, now" yeah, the man is that easy to turn on and so you are, his voice and the lust on his eyes are enough to make you as eager as dean.

both of you end up on the backseat of baby, dean sits with his legs a little spread and you sit on his lap, legs straddling him as he kisses you deeply, teeth biting your lower lip and hands holding your hips, pulling you closer until not even the air is able to pass between your bodies "i swear, this lips of yours taste so sweet, baby" he mumbles against your mouth as his hands travel to the small of your back just to press you more against him before he slides them under your shirt making you shiver at the feeling of the slightly calloused skin of his palms, he'll take a break when he feels your breath going heavier and your clumsy hands trying to lift his shirt too "oh, you want to touch me? here, lemme help ya, sweetheart" he'll whisper into your ear teasingly as he strips off of his shirt before tossing it to the seat and right back at kissing you and touching you, letting your hands trace and caress his chest and broad shoulders, a few scars here and there as his lips travel down your neck making you moan softly "you have no idea how much i need you..." dean's voice is raspy and deep but you know he needs you, his dick is hard under you as you grind your hips against him "oh, i can feel it"

(ian, one of this days I SWEAR I'LL HUNT YOU DOWN)

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apocalypseornaw · 1 month

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Look after You

Dean Winchester x Gender neutral Reader

You're hurt in a car accident and Dean takes care of you.

@hpxmcusworld I hope you enjoy

Dean was pacing the floor of the library, staring at his phone and silently begging it to ring. You should've been back by now. Why hadn't he gone with you?

"Still no word?” Sam asked, walking in behind him and he nearly growled “No. Man, can you track their phone,please?” Sam felt his heart drop at Dean's voice. He knew his brother loved you, he had for years and the thought of losing you terrified him. If after all the loss something happened to you Sam wasn't sure Dean would survive it.

Right as Sam got his laptop on, Dean's phone started blaring. Dean answered it and a voice he didn't recognize hit his ears “Is this Mister Dean Campbell?” He swallowed hard before saying “Yes” “We have your spouse here. They were brought in from an automobile accident”

“WHAT?” Dean felt his heart threaten to stop at that moment. His ears started ringing and his knees weakened. Sam moved to his side and took the phone, clicking the speaker on “Hello?” “Mister Campbell?” The doctor asked and Sam replied “This is his brother” “Oh well I was telling your brother we have his spouse in the emergency department. They were injured in an automobile accident. A drunk driver ran a stop sign and hit their car. They're stable but currently in for a CT scan. We need their emergency contact here as soon as possible” “We'll get there as soon as we can”

Your head was throbbing, the bright fluorescent lights were killing you. What was worse was according to the doctors you'd lost a few weeks. The last thing you remembered was Christmas and apparently it was St Patrick's Day weekend.

You were terrified and alone. The doctor had told you he called Dean but he hadn't arrived yet. You knew he'd be to your side soon though.

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The moment you were wheeled out of the room for the scan however you heard Dean's voice loud and clear “Where are they at? You called me and told me they're hurt, then I got here and what? You fucking lost them?”

You laughed lightly and the nurse smiled “That him?” You grinned “Yes ma'am” already feeling better knowing Dean was here. He'd take care of you.

You sat on your bed with Dean's arm wrapped protectively around you. He hadn't moved since he got to your side. As always Sam was being the more diplomatic one, handling paperwork and talking to doctors. “I should go find the asshole that hit you and rip his lungs out” he grumbled and you smiled, curling into his side “They said I'll be ok Dean. It's just a concussion and should heal on its own” he nodded “Doesn't mean I'm not still pissed someone hurt you. I'm pissed at them and at myself. I never should've let you go alone”

You sighed knowing this was an argument you'd lose. Of course Dean was blaming himself instead of the person who chose to drink way too much and get behind the wheel.

After about an hour Sam came in pushing a wheelchair “Good news. Your awesome brother in law talked the doctor into letting you go home. We have a list of aftercare precautions but given our history with injuries I'm sure we can handle it” you cut your eyes at Dean who sighed “about time. I want to get you back to the bunker”

“I can walk!” You squealed when Dean picked you up out of the backseat and headed out of the garage and towards your shared room. He nodded “I know but I'm not taking no chances of hurting you further. Cas will be here in two days to heal you. Until then you're not getting out of my sight”

Once you made it to the room he sat you gently down on the bed then dug in the dresser pulling out one of his own shirts and a pair of his boxers. At your look he rolled his eyes “Don't act like you don't enjoy wearing my clothes more than yours anyways” He did have a point.

He treated you like you were made of glass as he stripped you of the scrubs the hospital had given you and dressed you in his clothes. Once he was sure you were comfortable he kicked off his boots and crawled into bed next to you, pulling you over on his chest “You need anything baby?”

You shook your head “I remember Christmas. Can you catch me up?” He smiled before catching your lips in a gentle kiss “Of course”

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Before you fell asleep Dean sat multiple alarms to wake you up at the needed intervals. Once you were out he laid there, watching your chest rise and fall gently. He needed the assurance you were ok.

He loved you more than he'd ever dreamt of loving someone. When he met you he was knocked off his feet by how much he wanted you the moment he laid eyes on you but then he got to know you. Every conversation, every hunt, every late night talk he fell deeper and deeper.

The day he realized he loved you wasn't a big scene or anything memorable really. You were sitting in Bobby's kitchen, helping him make salt rounds and humming under your breath. When he'd walked into the room you met his eyes and smiled and he'd felt like he'd been hit by a truck when the realization hit him that you owned his heart and he had no intention of ever asking for it back.

If something had happened to you…no he wouldn't go down that rabbit hole. You were here, alive and he'd make sure from now on he was always at your side. Logically he knew he couldn't have stopped a wreck but his heart wasn't hearing that. You were his and he would be damned before anything ever hurt you again.

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thirdsaltyhunter · 6 months

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Fight for Love

Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Summary: a fight between you and Dean leads to some unintended truth slipping out, maybe that's not a bad thing

Warning: flangst, arguing, self hate, implied smut, set in season 9(spoilers)

A/N: Not proofread all mistakes are my own.

You and Dean had been screaming at each other for a good 10 minutes now. It had gotten to the point where Sam had given up trying to be the mediator and snuck away to the library, to let you fight it out in the map room.

This argument had started when you found out Dean had taken on the Mark of Cain and to make it worse, he had hidden it from you for over a week. After you saw it on his arm and started asking questions, he tried to brush you off like it wasn't a big deal. Your anger had flared, but what you wouldn't admit, was that that anger, was fueled by fear and concern for your friend.

You had been friends with the boys for years and fought by their side. It wasn't long after getting to know them, that you started to develop feelings for the older Winchester, despite your best efforts at keeping your heart in check. At this point, those feeling had developed into being hopelessly in love with him. You wouldn't say anything though; you knew your feelings were unrequited.

"Do you know how bad of an idea that was Dean, we know literally nothing about what that mark could do to you.", you yelled as he paced back and forth on the other side of the map table.

"We had no other option Y/N, what was I supposed to do?"

"We could've figured out a plan that didn't involve you getting a murderous tramp-stamp."

"Well it's too late now isn't it.", he was practically fuming now.

"Ok, then we'll get it off!", your yelling was elevated by the frustration and anxiety that was coursing through your veins.

"And why the fuck do you even care?", he yelled, leaning forward. He seemed so close to you despite still being across the table.

At his question, it was like something snapped inside you at his audacity to even ask you that. All rational thinking and control went out of your mind.

"Because I love you!", you responded, voice louder than it had been throughout your whole argument. However your screamed admission of the words you had tried so hard to keep to yourself for years, was followed by a deafening silence. All of your anger and fire drained out of you and was replaced by pure dread and regret.

You wondered for a brief moment, if you had in fact said those words aloud, but one look at Dean's face, at his shocked expression, confirmed that you had. You had just brought your walls of emotional repression crashing down around you.

You glanced to your right to see that Sam had reemerged from the library, clearly he had heard you and wanted to see how this scene would play out. Sam, being your best friend, had always encouraged you to admit your feelings to Dean, but you had always thought that was a terrible idea. There was no way someone like him could want you. You didn't deserve him anyway. All of the terrible outcomes ran through your head, Dean rejecting you, or getting mad at you and kicking you out of the Bunker and you losing your closest friends.

You were waiting for one of these possibilities to happen as you stared at the floor while Dean still stared at you in stunned silence. In reality, it had only been a few seconds, but it felt like time had stopped and you couldn't stand waiting anymore. So you ran.

"Y/N wait!", Sam called after you, but your feet were already carrying you to the garage. You grabbed your keys and got in your car as fast as you could, you wanted to be far away from this situation, somewhere you wouldn't have to face Dean. His silence made it clear he wanted nothing to do with you and you didn't think your heart could handle his rejection... or worse.

After about 20 minutes of driving, your thoughts had spiraled to the point that your hands were shaking, so you pulled off the road into a field. You got out of your car to go sit on the hood and think, try to come up with a plan on what to do next, but it was like your mind wasn't working. You hadn't even realized it, but you were crying. You just wished you could go back in time and take back those words.

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Dean's POV

Dean didn't break out of his trance of disbelief until he heard the garage door slam behind you. His mind couldn't wrap around the fact that you had just admitted you loved him, he thought there was no way someone like you could want someone like him.

"What the hell man!", Sam said, exasperated. "Why did you just stand there?"

"I don't know Sam!". He felt like an idiot. Why did he just stand there? Why didn't he say anything? And now you were gone. "What do I do?", he asked his brother.

"Well, it's too late to follow her, so we'll have to find her."

"How?"

The younger Winchester thought for a moment. "We can try to track her phone and hope she didn't turn it off."

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Your POV

You couldn't have been sitting on your hood, drowning in stress, for more than 30 minutes before you heard the distinct rumbling of the impala. You forgot to turn the location off on your phone. Your heart sunk to your stomach and you prayed to any god listening, that it was Sam in the car and not Dean. But you knew better. You knew just from the sound of his footsteps who it was.

Dean came and sat next to you in the hood of your car. You couldn't look at him, you didn't want to see the look of pity in his eyes when he saw you were crying.

"Sweetheart, please look at me", he said after a moment of silence. He placed a hand on your knee and you immediately jerked away.

"You don't need to say anything Dean, I get it." You still weren't looking at him.

"Get what?", he asked, genuinely confused at how you were reacting.

"I'm so sorry", you said, completely ignoring his question; your eyes welling with a new wave of tears.

"Whoa whoa, hey", he said softly, moving off the hood to kneel in front of you. Your hands went up to hide your face. "C'mon look me Sweetheart. Please.", he pulled your hands away from your face to hold them.

"Please don't kick me out." His heart broke at how upset you looked and the tear stains on your cheeks. He realized then, what was going through your mind; you thought he was going to reject you.

"Hey, no one's kicking you out". He gently squeezed your hands. "Look at me"

His voice sounded so gentle but you could pick up on the hint of what sounded like nervousness. You finally met his eyes.

"I love you too". Your eyes widened in disbelief at his words, but you knew how monumental Dean Winchester, saying those words to anyone, was. "I should have told you that a long time ago, but I never thought you'd feel the same."

"You love me?", you were still shocked, you wanted to cry for a whole other reason now. Relief. Happiness. Gratitude.

"Have for a long time, Sweetheart." He leaned up slowly giving you plenty of time to pull away, before planting a gentle kiss to your lips. Once your brain had caught up and he pulled away, you decided the kiss was entirely to short for your liking. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him back into a kiss, that tried to make up for all the years of waiting. Laying back on the hood of your car you pulled him to stand between you legs as he continued to kiss you.

Things were getting pretty heated before Dean pulled back to look down at you. "We don't have to take this any farther if you don't want to.", he said, eyes laced with softness and concern.

"Dean if you don't want to go any farther because you want to take things slow, that's fine with me, but if you're saying that because you're worried about me... I've been waiting for nine years, don't make me wait any longer.

A smile, that you hadn't seen in a long time, lit up his face. "Then why don't we move to the car", he motioned to the sky. It apparently had started lightly raining at some point and was about to start coming down harder.

You nodded in agreement, before taking his offered hand so you could climb off your hood. He opened the back door of the impala for you and let you get in before joining you and shutting the door. You were going to wait out the rain and try to make up for all the lost time.

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Laying in his arms, completely blissed out, you listened to his breathing and the rain hitting the roof of the car. You ran your hand down his arm until you got to his forearm. You stopped to run your thumb over the mark. "Does it hurt?", you asked.

"Not really. It did at first.", he took a breath before continuing. "I'm sorry, I know it was a stupid move."

"I'm sorry for yelling at you. I just worry about you."

Before he could respond, you heard his phone ring from the floorboard. You groaned, not wanting to move from his hold.

He chuckled at your annoyance. "It's probably Sam. It's been hours, we should at least let him know you didn't wind up in a ditch somewhere."

"Fine", you said with a playful eyeroll and reached down to grab his phone. You read Sam's name on the caller ID and answered it. "Hey Sammy", you greeted.

"Oh hey", he said clearly surprised to hear your voice instead of Dean's. "So I guess Dean found you."

"Yeah everything's good. We're ok."

"Ok good", he said with a hint of relief.

"We'll be home soon, I promise." You said your goodbyes to Sam, before hanging up and putting Dean's phone back in his pocket. "I guess we should head back."

He nodded with a sigh and began gathering your clothes.

Once you were both redressed, you went to reach for the door handle and head back to your car. Dean's hand on your arm stopped you.

"We'll get your car tomorrow, just ride home with me tonight.", he pleaded.

"Absolutely."

You had settled into the front seat with him and began the drive back to the bunker, when you had an idea. Rummaging through his box of cassettes you found the one you were looking for.

"What are you doing, Sweetheart?", he asked with a hint of amusement.

"Don't worry about it, you just keep driving." You smiled at him and slipped the tape into the cassette player.

Dean started to laugh as soon as he recognized what song you had played. "Did you just 'Night Moves' me ?"

You nodded and started singing along with Seger's voice with a huge smile on your face.

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natti-ice · 2 months

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Night Moves- Dean Winchester.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x gn!reader

Warnings: mentions of eating, established relationship, based on the song “night moves” by Bob Sager

Author’s note: this is a reupload, I wrote this a while ago!

Reblogs & comments are greatly appreciated<3

You sat in the passenger seat of the impala humming along to the song on the radio, you hadn't heard it in a while so you forgot how much you liked it. You mindlessly stared off into the dark trees on the almost abandoned highway, remembering the first time you ever heard this song.

You were abruptly brought out of your daydream when the song changed which was weird because there were at least 2 minutes left.

"Hey, I was listening to that" you said turning your attention to your boyfriend in the driver seat.

"Really?" Dean questioned "Why?"

"Because I like the song, Bob Sager is a legend." You replied

"Yeah obviously, but out of all songs, 'night moves' is your favorite?" He said with a light chuckle, lowering the volume of 'ramble on' that replaced Sager.

"Yes, actually it is" you were ready to defend this song with your life "Is that a problem?" You incited

This was a common occurrence throughout the course of your relationship, you never argued about anything serious but when it came to music all cards are on the table. There were just certain things about music you couldn't agree on, sometimes the bickering would go on for days before you two would eventually kiss and make up.

You knew this song was different though, but he didn't. He didn't know the significance of this song but you were going to change that before this went too far, it already continued into the diner where you two were having your weekly date night.

By now the whole conversation has become about how Led Zeppelin is unappreciated, somehow all music conversations lead to Led Zeppelin. You waited for Dean to finish his second piece of pie so you'd know you'll have his full attention.

"Do you really not know why I like the song so much?" You questioned hoping maybe he'd remember. He shook his head no, you sighed. "The night you first said you loved me, it was playing in the background" You explained

Dean's eyes went wider than you'd ever seen, all the memories of that night flooded his brain, the bar, the smell, the atmosphere, what he was wearing, what you were wearing, he remembered it all so how did he forget this one detail?

"That's right!" he shouted grabbing the attention of the only other customer and the waitress, "some drunk guy yelled out 'this is my jam!' across the bar right before I said it. I'm so sorry, I completely forgot" there was regret in his voice but fondness in his eyes. That was the best night of Dean's life.

"Now you can see why I like it so much, it reminds me of us." You smiled at him

He smiled back, "Yeah, still a shit song" he shrugged then dodged the balled-up napkin you threw at him.

Eventually, you both started making your way back to the Impala, you walked out of the diner hand in hand. Right before you made it to the car you heard it…

"Workin' on our night moves, trying to lose the awkward teenage blues" Dean sang under his breath. You immediately stopped in your tracks, causing him to do the same. He sighed before looking over at you, he knew he wasn't going to hear the end of this.

You raised your eyebrows at him, a big grin slapped across your face

"Shut up" he rolled his eye, a smile pulling at his lips

You smiled, leaned over and pecked his cheek, then whispered in his ear "I don't think I will."

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castiwls · 3 months

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anti-hero - d.w

Paring; Dean x gn!reader

Synopsis; Dean's nightmares have become a nightly occurrence

Warnings; none

Notes; i think this might be one of my all time favorite songs ever! Also praying we get rep tv announcement tonight!! (also requests are open )

Masterlist

"i wake up screaming from dreaming one day i'll watch as you're leaving ‘cause you got tired of my scheming

Nightmares were a common occurrence for Dean Winchester. Every time he closed his eyes it was as if a collection of his worst moments replayed in his head for his own viewing pleasure.

Dean had almost completely forgotten what it was like to dream, his nightmares seemed to have chased them away. Even the alcohol no longer kept his personal demons at bay.

Most nights he found himself waking in cold sweats, his heartbeat thrumming in his ears. Today was no exception. Dean let out a quiet gasp as his eyes shot open his hands subconsciously reaching for the weapon under his pillow. Just as he closed his hand around the knife he felt something touch his chest

“Dean.” You blinked slowly at him from your spot in the bed. You wiped at your eyes before using your arm to prop up your head. “You ok?” Your face twisted in slight concern as he lay quietly beside you. “Dean.” You said placing a hand on his arm. “Talk to me. Please.”

Dean slowly turned his head towards you. He didn’t say anything as he gently took your hand in his and squeezed it. “I’m okay.” He whispered. You frowned and let out a quiet sigh. “Alright.” You lay back down. You knew he wasn't going to talk. It was rare Dean ever did tell you about his ‘dreams’.

“Are you trying to get yourself killed?” You seethed as you held a cloth over the wound on Dean's leg. He simply scoffed before looking away. “Do you have any idea how stupid that plan was? You ran into a nest of vamps alone! Why didn’t you wait for Sam.” You reached over for a wipe and began to clean the cut as well as you could.

The wound ran down the majority of his leg and seemed deep enough for stitches much to your annoyance. “Are you even gonna say anything?” You stooped momentarily looking up at him from your spot on the floor. “Dean?” Your tone softened as you took notice of his far-off look.

Ever since the other night he’d been acting weird. Dean had taken to quietly staring at walls and drinking himself into a coma at night. You’d also noticed his behaviour change. He was more reckless

Satisfied that the cut was clean and no longer bleeding you took a spot on the bed next to him. “Whats wrong?”

Dean kept his gaze on the wall infront of him. He took a shaky breath before moving to grab your hand. He squeezed it for a moment before looking down. “You deserve more then this. Then me.” He ran his free hand through his hair before finally looking up to catch your gaze. “I mean whens the last time you had a whole nights sleep, huh?”

You shook your head. “Dean. I don’t care about your nightmares ok. I care when you close up on me like this and when you go and be reckless.” His thumb began to gently rub your hand as you spoke. “I’m frustrated 'cause I don't like seeing you destroy yourself. Talk to me. Talk to Sam. Hell, I don't care who you talk to just talk to someone please."

He nodded. “You don’t have to deal with these nightmares alone.” You finished.

You sent him a soft smile before wrapping your arms around him. You knew he wouldn’t open up immediately, but as long as he agreed to try, that was all you cared about.

“I’m not going anywhere ok.” Dean tightened his hold on you before pressing a kiss to your head. He wasn’t ready to talk yet but knowing you would stay was enough.

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river13245 · 3 months

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They React To You Being Asexual

Dean, Sam, Castiel, Crowley, Rowena, Lucifer

(this is going to be a thing that I do regularly so request)

Dean Winchester

The both of you have been dating for almost a month now. You weren't oblivious to the fact that Dean was a very touchy guy. He would go to bars and pick up women all the time before you came around. Maybe that's why you had a pit in your stomach. You go to dean who was in the main room of the bunker and ask dean if you could talk to him in private.

He gets up and walks into your guys's room. "what's going on. Something happen?" he asks and you shake your head. "no not yet. Uh I just thought I should tell you something" He sits down on the bed and looks at you. :alright what's going on?" you take a deep breath in and speak all in one breath "Im asexual. I know that you like sex which is not a fault but I just know i'm not going to be able to give that to you"

He asks you to explain it to him and when you do he nods and its quiet for a moment before he speaks. "babe this isn't going to change anything between us. You don't want sex. that's fine i can take care of myself if i need to. Don't feel bad" when you sit beside him hs places his hand on your thigh and you rest your head on his shoulder.

Sam winchester

Your boyfriend was sitting on the bed reading when you entered the room. He looked so nice in the sweatshirt and sweatpants he was wearing. You were taking a moment to think about how you wanted to tell him that you were asexual.

Sam had never once made you feel as if you had to do anything you didn't want to do. If anything he was always cautious for first moves. your first kiss he leaned in slowly, making you close the gap. He also never really asked or initiated for the both of you to go any further beyond just kissing and cuddling. You had a feeling he knew which made you less nervous. "whets going on in that head of yours" he asks as he looks over at you.

You sit onto the bed beside him. "there's something I need to tell you" he puts his book down to give you his full attention before nodding. You take a breath before saying calmly "i'm asexual. I don't ever want to have sex with you. I should have told you sooner and i'm so sorry I didnt i was just waiting for the right time an-" You stop speaking because sam has placed both of his hands on the sides of your face and kisses your lips. "its okay honey, I have had a feeling that you might be and I still love you either way. Plus i have a lower sex drive than most people so you dont have to worry with me okay?" You nod and you cuddle up against him as he reads a little while longer.

Castiel

You were sitting on your bed just thinking about how you were to tell your boyfriend that you were asexual. Your boyfriend had never really said anything about wanting sex or anything like that but it still made you nervous. You knew Castiel wouldn't break up with you because of it. So once you calmed yourself down a bit you prayed for him. "castiel I need to speak with you"

Wasnt even 2 minutes later and hes standing in front of you. "Theres something on your mind?" he asks and you nod. "yes there is. I just needed to tell you that if we are going to continue our relationship..there will be no sexual acts. Kissing and everything is fine but just not sex."

He looks at you for a moment before he takes your hand in his "That is perfectly fine. Angels dont need to have sex." you lean in and kiss his cheek and hug him

Crowley

Crowley had been in one of his moods today. Your boyfriend was a very moody person. One thing could piss him off so because of this you were not looking forward to telling him about the fact that you are asexual. In fact you were thinking about not telling him. Not for a while anyways.

However when he walked into the room he could see the way you didnt come up to him to welcome him back like you always did. So he crossed his arms and looked at you. "what" you asked as you looked up at him. "What is going on? You arent acting normal" this caused you to roll your eyes at him. "when have I ever been normal" he shrugs but doesn't say anything else which makes you sigh.

You laid down onto the big bed you two shared. "Crowley I am asexual. That's why I haven't made a move to do anything more than kissing" He uncrossed his arms and lays down beside you. "really that's what's got you so weird?" nodding in response he rolls his eyes. "I'm a demon and have lived much longer than you have. You being asexual is the least of my problems. I want to be with you either way"

Rowena

Rowena was doing some of her witchy stuff looking beautiful while she focused. You knew you shouldn't interrupt her but this was eating you alive. Your friends had been talking about their partners and how they were great in bed and everything else. You loved your friends of course but its started to eat away at you. That you couldnt and wouldnt give that to Rowena.

She was a woman and many women want that part of the relationship. That kind if intimacy and you were feeling awful about it. Rowena deserved an explanation so before you could talk yourself out of it you walked up to the table and took a seat. "Rowena Love" She looked up at you and when she noticed how you looked she stopped what she was doing. "what's wrong dear"

You let out a long sigh before explaining to her about what you and your friends were talking about and then you pause for a moment before speaking again. "I know that you probably want that and I cant give it to you. How could you possibly be happy like this" She places both her hands on the sides of your cheeks and kisses your forehead then your lips. "I am happy with you. There has not been a moment where I doubted us or my feelings for you. You are the one that I want to be with for the rest of our time here" She pulls you into a soft hug

Lucifer

You had just walked back into your home and Your partner was sitting on his chair that he had claimed as like his "throne". He had been talking to a few other demons that worked for him and so you tried to walk quickly past them but he made you stop. "where do you think your going?" he wasn't angry he was just confused because you usually greet him when you come back home. You look at him "i'm going to our bedroom"

He could tell by the tone of your voice and your body language that something was wrong. So he quickly made the demons leave before turning to look back at you. "come here" you walked closer to him and he looked at you sitting up more on his chair. "what happened while you were out?" He was very protective over you and it was written all over his face. You knew he was going to find out anyways so you begin to tell him.

You tell him about how your friends were asking about how you and your boyfriend was. Asking how the sex is going etc etc. Lucifer nodded and was actually letting you finish speaking. "when I told them that. We don't have sex because i'm asexual they started judging me and everything." He almost speaks up but you cut him off "why do you stay with me. Lucifer I know that you have had many demons and even other angels in your bed before. Why stay with the one who cant give you what you need"

Lucifer looks at you as if you just said something in a language he didn't understand. He uses his power to bring you closer to him and then he stops and holds his arms out for you. Silently telling you to sit with him and so you do. You sit on his lap and rest your head on his shoulder. "I may have had others share a bed with me. But none of them have had such a emotional hold on me before. You are the one that i fell in love with. Don't ever doubt me or my feelings towards you." he says the last part with such a serious tone and all you can do is nod and let him hold you.

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gilverrwrites · 4 months

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Spanking

Pairing: Dean Winchester/GN! Reader

Plot: Dean punishes the reader for teasing him all day.

Please don't forget: to be proud of yourself.

Rating: M/18+

Words: 461

Content: Established romantic/sexual relationship, spanking, dirty talk, dom/sub, dom!Dean, bratty!reader, punishment, swearing.

You were just starting to drift off, face first into your pillow when you felt the mattress shifting beneath you. Head fuzzy, lids heavy, you struggled to open your eyes until you heard a gruff, familiar voice in your ear.

“You are in so much trouble.” Dean declared as he crawled onto the bed. One leg sunk into the space between your own, a hand pressed into the space between your shoulder blades, keeping you in place.

“Can I be in trouble tomorrow?” You taunt, voice muffled by the bedding. You were exhausted, totally ready for a good night’s sleep, and you knew he’d back off if you told him outright, but you were curious where things were going.

“Hmmmm.” He seemed to be mulling your words over. When you felt the pressure of his weight leave your body you thought he might be taking your words to heart, until your skin met the cold air. He’d removed the comforter from your body before swiftly returning to his position above you. “No Baby, it can’t.”

“What did I do that was so bad?” You murmured, holding back a contented sigh at the feel of his fingers softly tracing over your back.

“Don’t act all innocent.” He shot back. His hand finds the waistband of your pyjama bottoms, pulling them down along with your underwear, and exposing your backside to him. You clench your hands into your pillow, fighting the instinct to cover yourself from the cool air. “Don’t act like you haven’t been teasing me all day. Sending me naughty pictures when I can’t do anything about it.”

“Oh, that… I thought you’d like them.”

“You knew what you were doing.” His hand comes down on your cheek and you yelp. “Now, are you gonna behave and take your punishment?”

“I’ll behave!” You reply instantly, now fully awake and straining to lift your ass higher for him. “I’ll be good.”

“Good.” He leans down, gently placing a kiss on the nape of your neck before continuing. Again, and again he brings his palm down against your asscheeks. You wiggle and moan after each slap, purring every time he whispers praise into your ear.

“You’re doing so well.”

“Such a nice fucking ass.”

“Good baby, good.”

He keeps going at a brutal pace until your core is as hot and throbbing as your ass. Just when you think you can’t take anymore, just as you’re ready to cry out for him to stop, he reels back.

“You took that so well.” He coos, softly running his hands over the aggravated skin of your ass, up your spine, around your waist before lowering himself. You hissed as you felt his clothed erection grind against you. “I think you’ve earned a reward, don’t you?”

#dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x gn!reader #dean winchester fic #dean winchester smut #dean winchester imagine #supernatural reader insert #supernatural fic #gilverrwrites

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moonlightspencie · 6 months

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hii could u write a story where the reader isn't having a good week and decides to go to dean? he just comforts her and she ends up falling asleep in his lap? tyyy xx

i personally need to read something like this, so i REALLY like this request teehee.

pairing: dean winchester x gn!reader

warnings: none :)

You groaned, rubbing your temples as you sat on the edge of your mattress.

As if your week hadn’t been hard enough, now you were getting hit by a massive headache. It felt like nothing was going right, and it was extremely frustrating to say the least.

You decide to go to the kitchen and get a drink. No sense in being dehydrated on top of everything else. You shuffled into the room, took a cup out of the cupboard, and filled it up with water. You sipped at the cup, leaning against the counter.

“Hey,” a voice called, causing you to jump. Some of the water splashed out, hitting your leg.

You tossed your head back, frustration only growing.

“You okay?” Dean asked, moving a little closer.

You shook your head wordlessly, not trusting your voice in that moment not to shake. You felt his hand on your shoulder, and the cup was being taken from your hands a second later. You heard it clink on the counter.

“Come on,” he said, trying to coax you away from the counter. “Hey, I’m sorry.”

You cracked your eyes open, looking at him as he stared back at you. He wore an apologetic look.

“For what?”

“Scaring you.”

“Not your fault,” you said, shaking your head. “I’m just… I’m having a really bad week. Today has sucked.”

He pouted a little. “Sorry. Is there anything I can do for you?”

You shook your head again. “Don’t think so.”

“Do you want to go to my room? Maybe watch a movie or something?” he offered, clearly trying to find a way to life your spirits.

“I don’t know,” you replied with a shrug.

He simply stared for a moment, then reached for your hand. He pulled you a little, trying to get you to follow along.

“Come on. We don’t have to watch anything, just…” he sighed, looking apologetic. “Wanna help you feel a little better. We can just sit. I’ll let you scream into a pillow or something.”

You couldn’t help but smile at that offer a little, especially when he smiled right back at you. You let him pull you along to his room. You’d always been bad at saying no to him.

He sat on his bed, watching you with a small smile until you gave in and sat next to him. He sighed softly, and you could see his eyes still on you from the corner of your eye.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked after a beat.

“Not really,” you shook your head.

“Okay. That’s alright,” he nodded. “You want to read? Or just sit?”

“Can I just lay down?” you asked, looking at him at last.

His eyes widened a tiny bit, then he nodded.

“Yeah, of course,” he said, pulling the covers up a little bit so you could crawl under them. “Make yourself at home.”

You nodded gratefully, sliding down the mattress to get comfortable. The pillow didn’t do much for you, but you tried not to complain about him trying to be there for you.

He noticed you shifting uncomfortably after a moment, and coaxed your head into his hand. You obliged, curious as to what his plan was. He moved your head to rest on his leg, and his hand brushed against your forehead briefly before he started gently rubbing your back.

“This okay?” he asked, voice gentle.

You nodded. “Yeah. Thank you.”

“Any time, sweetheart,” he said with a soft smile.

The last thing you remember before drifting off was the sound of his low humming, and his hand warm against your back.

#dean winchester #dean winchester fluff #dean winchester drabble #dean winchester request #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x gn!reader #dean winchester fanfiction

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mggsv · 7 months

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The French Kiss

gn!reader x dean winchester

summary: Turns out..you’ve never kissed anyone before, to Dean’s surprise, so he teaches you.

warnings: none! fluff, first time kissing, intense kissing, heavy touching

“Oh come on- you serious?” His mocking laugh made to shrink more into yourself. Sitting there wearing an oversized sweatshirt that covered your legs. You sat there on Dean’s bed in the bunker, only you two in the home-like place. “I’m serious.” You muttered.

“You’ve never kissed anyone?”

“No.”

“I find that to be bullshit- Have you seen yourself?” That made you shiver. You look up at him, face flushed in embarrassment. He popped open a bottle of water and came closer. “I know i’m hot. Trust me, i’m well aware.” You scoff, “doesn’t mean I just go around kissing people, unlike some of us..”

He rolled his eyes at that, taking a seat next to you, “Well, don’t just sit there- come on.” He motions you forward and your body moves on its own, scooting closer to him. This whole thing- You and Dean, it was new to you. For years you kept to yourself until a case brought you to the Winchesters. Since then, you’ve been inseparable. It was only recently you started to feel something for Dean..seeing him in a way you’ve never seen before.

It was days like these in the bunker where you two just talked comfortably- that’s how it started. Your talks together..just You and Dean.

You lean forward, lips puckered, ready to kiss him. But he laughs, “Dude- okay come on. We have to set the mood. Loosen up a bit huh?” His hands move forward, grabbing your chin. Your hands shook nervously… His thumb grazed your cheek, his other hand gently coming down on your thigh. “It happens naturally..” He murmured, lips close to yours. “So I’ve heard.” you swallow nervously, eyes looking at his as they fluttered shut.

“Close your eyes.” you hear him groan. your eyes flutter shut, and then you felt it- Dean’s lips pressed against yours. You couldn’t help the small gasp that slipped out of your mouth. His lips move against yours. It felt strange, you felt light but your heart heavy. Your hands grip his shirt, and he pulled back.

“Well?” He asks, hands still at your thigh, skidding up.

“Is that it?”

“Oh we haven’t even done french kissing.” He laughs as you catch your breath. Dean lays your body back on the bed, slowly hovering over your body. “Let me know if this is too much okay?”

“..Okay.” you murmur, wanting his lips back on yours. “I’m gonna do something different- and if you don’t like it then-“

“Kiss me already please Dean, god.” That makes him laugh and his lips are back on yours in an instant. Your body felt hot, at the touch of his hand going from your thigh to your hip. His thumb grazing over the bone gently. They ran over the stretch marks, making you gasp. Dean took that opportunity to slip his tongue between your lips.

It made you jump- the feeling strange and new. But he’s gentle…something you didn’t expect from Dean in any way possible. His tongue slips over your own, like a blanket. He damn near swallows your mouth whole. He lets out a small grunt, and you could tell he held back some.

You kissed him back to the best of your ability, even when your teeth bumped against his- he said it was okay- you still kissed. Your body was on fire. You couldn’t help but let out a small noise when he pulled back. His lips red, yours swollen.

“Well?” He asks, looking down at you with a small smile. “How was that for our first lesson?”

“First lesson?” You pant.

“Well yeah, doesn’t just stop there.” He scoffs out a laugh

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holylulusworld · 1 year

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Books vs Hunter

Summary: Dean loves books…

Pairing: Dean Winchester x GN!Reader

Characters: Sam Winchester, Castiel

Warnings: fluff, fun

A/N: Consider this nonsense. 💁‍♀️

“Dean, can you hand me the books?" you yell to get the hunter’s attention. “DEAN! Stop watching porn and help me here! I cleaned the bunker and sorted the books. I need your help to put them back on the shelves.”

“What’s the matter, sweetheart?" Dean jokes as he strolls into the library. “Why are you yelling my name?”

Dean admires your ass while you point to the books on the tables. You are standing on a ladder, and he gets a chance to look at your ass in your new jeans. “DEAN!”

“Yeah...sure...” he drops his eyes at the books. “Which one do you need first?”

“I sorted them alphabetically, Dean. Start with staple A, then B, and so on,” you huff as Dean looks at the books again. “I’ll make coffee if you help me now.”

“Raise me to pie and I’m all in.”

Dean sighs as you say, "I will raise you to no sex for a week if you refuse to help me again. I promised Sam we would take care of the books while he’s away. I cleaned the bookshelves, and sorted all the books."

“No sex for a week,” Dean ogles your ass again. “How about we take a short break, go down and dirty, and come back to the books later?"

“Not a chance," you reply, pointing at the books. “I want you to lend me a hand and help me with the books. No excuses Dean.”

“Fine, fine,” Dean grumbles as he grabs the first staple. He hates wasting his time sorting the books. “Why can’t we just leave the work to Sammy? He loves his books.”

“You love reading as well," you say. “Give me the books or I swear, you won't get any for two weeks.”

"That's extortion," he tells you, handing you the first book. Dean gives you the stinky eye, hoping you know this screams punishment. “I will put my hands on you later.”

You jerk your head toward the books on the table as you say, “Sir, you will put your hands on these books first. We also need to clean the kitchen and the bathroom.”

“I hate housework," Dean says with a huff. "Maybe I can find a hunt for us. “We can go out there and gank the evil, Y/N.”

“I will gank you if you don’t stop complaining,” you warn. “If you are good, I’ll make you lasagna for dinner.”

As he turns his head toward you, he asks, "You'll cook?" Dean licks his lips, remembering the last time you cooked for him. “Deal…”

You laugh as Dean wraps his arms around a huge stack of books to carry them toward you. “Dean, slow down.”

Sam grins as his brother almost runs toward you, the books still in his arms.

“What’s going on here? Did you suddenly fall in love with books?”

“Lasagna, Sammy! Y/N will make lasagna..."

>> Part 2

Tags in reblog.

#Books vs Hunter #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x you #dean winchester x gn!reader #gn!reader #drabble

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thebookbutterfly · 7 months

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°•. Dean Winchester .•°

Fan fiction recommendations from BB’s Bookshelf. All my favourite Dean Winchester works in one place.

⭐️ = One of my favourites.

ONESHOTS:

🦋 insomnia [Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst, Fluff] Insomnia was a struggle that you and Dean knew all too well. All that changes when Dean crawled into your bed. << Gender Neutral Reader >>

🦋 You Deserve Love [Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fluff] You reassure Dean that you love him and that he deserves it. Even if sometimes he doesn’t think so. << Female Reader >>

🦋 This Ain’t For The Best [Fluff] A classic hunt turns into a friends to lovers story. Not to mention a generous dose of the one bed trope. << Female Reader, Violence >>

🦋 Washed Away [Hurt/Comfort, Fluff] Dean helps you shower after a rough hunt. << Female Reader, Injury, Mentions of Blood >> ⭐️

🦋 sleepyhead [Platonic, Fluff] The various and increasingly ridiculous times you have fallen asleep in front of your brothers. << Female Reader, Little Sister Reader >>

SERIES:

🦋 Coming soon!

DRABBLES:

🦋 Should I Stay Or Should I Go? [Fluff] After a rough hunt Dean contemplates asking you to stay at the bunker. You approve. << Female Reader >>

#supernatural #spn fanfic #sam and dean #dean winchester #dean winchester x you #dean winchester x female!reader #dean winchester x sister!reader #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x gn!reader

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k2ntoss · 4 months

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something about domestic scenarios with dean makes me cry and sob like a little kid ):

you caught a cold, a nasty one that didn't let you sleep even if you tried to press your pillow over your face and next morning you're just wasted on bed, red and puffy nose, teary eyes and messy hair when dean comes in "morning, sweetheart, sammy found a case and- woah, you look awful" he looks surprised as he stands right on the door of your room "dean, it's not the right moment" you would mutter as you shift on bed, covering yourself with the blankets making him worry a little more, dean will walk until he is able to reach your forehead "you have fever, do you need something? i'll bring you some medicine, wait" and so he does, even before he lets you tell him if you want something and he'll be right back with medicine and a mug of hot tea just for you

sadly, he'll have to leave for the hunt with sam but he would call you or text you every now and then, checking up on you and making sure you stay in bed and sleep a little more, he reminds you to eat something and as soon as he is back on the bunker he brings a bag with a lot of your favorite things to eat, he'll take time to prepare you your comfort food and bring it to your bed just to find you moved to another room to watch some tv. you'll be curled up in the couch, blanket over your body and looking at the screen with a small smile "aren't you supposed to be in bed, baby?" but dean isn't angry, he is smiling softly at you and sitting by your side while he feeds you in between soft forehead kisses and fixing your hair

#mara's thoughts #dean winchester #dean winchester fluff #dean winchester imagine #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x you #dean winchester x gn!reader #supernatural #jensen ackles #he is so cute i'm CRYING

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justagirlinafandomworld · 10 months

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I Close My Eyes And All I See Is You

Pairing: Dean Winchester x GN!Reader

Song Prompt from Unclaimed Love Songs: I’d Do Anything by Simple Plan

Summary: Dean hears a song that makes him think of you.

Word Count: 100

dividers by the lovely @firefly-graphics

Dean stilled, the drink halfway to his lips, once he noticed the song playing through the speakers of the jukebox.

While a part of him cringed that he recognized it; the whiny voice and juvenile lyrics; another part of him laughed because you were the reason he did.

He smiled at the thought of you as a teenager, jumping around your bedroom, headbanging, full of angst and yearning. His grin widened, imagining you now, rocking out to this song while on the road, gas station snacks and cans of energy drinks on the floorboard, singing along and thinking about him.

#unclaimed love songs flash fiction challenge #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x gn!reader #dean winchester x you #dean x reader #dean x gn!reader #dean x you

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thirdsaltyhunter · 8 months

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Low Battery

Dean Winchester x gn!Reader

Summary: when your social battery is drained after visiting with family, you go to the one person who can fix it

Warnings: none, just comfort fluff (gender neutral but use of 'sweetheart' and 'baby')

A/N: this was mostly written for myself cause I'm hypoglycemic and get drained easily. Hope it helps people who also need a Dean recharge. Not proofread all mistakes are my own.

You were driving home after visiting your family for the first time in a while. You loved your family but sometimes they could be a bit... much, and your social battery was drained. You were so tired you had to turn the music up in the car just to stay awake enough to make the long drive back to the bunker. You were eager to get back to Dean.

It was a pretty common occurrence for your social battery to be low after spending time with people, to be honest almost everyone drained your battery. Everyone except Dean. He was one of the very, very few people who didn't drain you. In fact, in the years that you had been with him, he had become your 'recharge station'.

You walked through the doors to the quiet bunker, hanging up your keys and jacket. It was pretty late, so you knew that everyone else had probably gone to bed, but Dean was a late-night person like you, so you figured he'd still be up. Heading down the hall to you and Dean's shared bedroom, you saw the light was still on. You pushed open the door and saw him sitting at the desk, open laptop in front of him. He looked over at you leaned in the doorway.

"Hey Sweetheart", he said, giving you a soft smile that told you he was happy you were back. Even though you were only gone a day, he still missed you and always worried about you when you were away from him. That's why he had stayed up researching and waited for you to come home.

"Hey". You smiled at him and he could hear the tiredness in your voice, he could also feel the exhaustion practically rolling off you.

You walked over and wrapped your arms around him. When you were in his arms it seemed like all your problems melted away. He stood up from his chair so he could hug you back properly. "Missed you" you mumbled into his neck.

"Missed you too", he said softly, kissing the side of your head. He held you like that for a bit longer until he took your hand in his and gently guided you down the hallway. "Come on"

"Where're we going" you said with a slight pout that he thought was adorable. He knew that you wanted to curl up in bed with him and go to sleep, but he had also come to know what you needed when your social battery is drained.

"We're gonna get you some food", he knew your blood sugar was probably low and you were probably harboring a gradually worsening headache."You're gonna tell me how it went and then we're gonna go to bed" He lead you to sit at the kitchen counter while he gathered the things to make you a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and a mug of tea.

You watched him work and couldn't help but smile at how attentive he always was to you. He had been with you long enough to know exactly what you needed and remembered when you told him that PB&Js were one of the best foods to eat when you need an energy boost, and that hot tea could combat headaches. Not to mention that it was also a nostalgic comfort food for you.

"Boom!", he set the plate and mug in front of you with a proud smile, like he was serving you a five star meal. "Do you want some Advil?"

"No. Thank you", you smiled. Honestly you'd take this over a five star restaurant any day. He walked around the counter to sit on the bar stool next to you while he waited for you to finish eating and listened to you tell him about your day and vent about your family.

Once you were done eating, he took your plate to the sink for you and then took your hand again to lead you back down the hallway. Your headache had subsided and you were ready to curl up in you warm bed and cuddle up to boyfriend.

Dean could tell that you were basically sleepwalking at this point so after you brushed your teeth and washed your face, he picked you up to take you back to your shared bedroom. He set you on the bed and lifted your shirt over your head to replace it with one of his shirts. You loved wearing his clothes.

After changing into comfortable clothes, he got under the covers and turned out the lights, opening his arms in invitation. You let him pull you as close as possible.

"G'night baby", he whispered placing a hand in you hair and a lingering kiss to your forehead like he was trying to banish the last bits of your headache.

"Night Dean", it was all you could get out before you felt sleep pulling you under. You didn't usually fall asleep fast, but you were tired and in the comfort of his arms you couldn't help but drift off.

#dean winchester x reader #dean winchester #supernatural #spn #spn fanfiction #dean x reader #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester fanfic #dean winchester x you #dean winchester x gn!reader #supernatural fanfiction

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lostgirlfandom · 1 year

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Sometimes We Just Need Reassurance

Pairing: Dean Winchester x GN!Reader

Warnings: Violence, unaliving someone, breakdown from reader, might be a little triggering

Words: 1k

Summery: A job takes an unexpected turn... Dean helps you.

Walking up to the door of the motel room that you and the boys were staying in, you juggled bags of food in your hands as you unlocked the door. You walked in and noticed Sam siting down at the table with his laptop and the sounds of water running in the bathroom.

“Ahh, sleeping beauties are awake finally.” You grinned at Sam who huffed out a laugh and stood to help you with the tray of coffee before you dropped it.

You smiled at him and tossed the key on the side table as the water in the bathroom stopped.

“Thanks, Y/N.” He grinned and sat back down as you put the bags of food on the table. “And thanks for the hint this morning.”

You smiled as you proceeded to take the food out and separate the food and coffee. “Oh, so you got my note?”

Out walked Dean from the bathroom with a wash rag in hand, wiping his hands dry. He had his bitch face on as he spoke. “Of course, we got it. You taped it to my forehead while I was sleeping.”

You and Sam chuckled as you handed Dean his cup of coffee. “Does this make up for it?” You grinned at him.

He shook his head and took a sip and closed his eyes in bliss and sighed. “Sure...” He put up the ‘ok’ sign with his free hand before moving to one of the chairs at the table to grab his food.

You were in a small town in Minnesota, working a case, which you were pretty sure was a ghost and you were ready to get this thing tonight so you can go back to the bunker.

The three of you walked into the abandoned house that people had been disappearing into for the last month. Sam walked in with his flashlight in one hand and the EMF reader in the other. You and Dean had your guns with salt rounds in the back of your jeans ready for anything. Along with iron bars in your hands, you also had a flashlight.

Eventually, you split up.

You had the upstairs; Sam was on the ground floor and Dean in the basement.

Not even 10 minutes into searching the house, a bang came from the basement. You rushed down the stairs that creaked under your shoes, and you just met up with Sam who was running down the hallway and you both looked at each other with the same look on your faces. “It’s always Dean.” You say as you both took off running to the basement entrance.

“When is it not Dean.” He huffs out as we ran down the stairs.

Making it down into the basement, Dean was pushing himself up from the ground and looked around frantically with a grunt.

“Dean, you okay?” You asked as you rushed to his side. He looked around more as he took deep breaths.

“Yeah...” He grunted out and leaned on you with a sigh, pressing his head against the side of yours. “I don’t think it’s a ghost, though.”

“I’m pretty sure that it’s a ghost.” Sam says with a frowned brow.

“I’m pretty sure it’s not!” Dean sasses back with raised eyebrows and a tilted head.

Sam purses his lips before sassing back. “Oh, really?”

Dean’s face falls into his bitch face before snapping back. “Ghosts don’t bleed, Sam!”

At that moment, the ghost – sorry – person decides to jump Sam, bringing them both to the ground. Dean and You make quick movements and reach back to grab your guns and then shooting the man that was choking Sam.

The man drops to the side as Sam takes deep breaths and rests against the floor for a moment.

Dean runs to his brother as you walk over and check to see if the man was dead or not. Feeling no pulse, you sigh and turn to the boys. Dean helps Sam stand and then pats him on the shoulder.

Turns out, the man was a homeless man that had a breakdown one day squatting at the house and was killing the people that came in and then storing them in a whole in a wall.

Deciding to salt and burn the place, the three of you made a call to the police after you set fire to the house.

You frowned as you stared out the window of the Impala as you drove to the motel. Thinking over the fact that the man suffered from some mental illness and couldn’t get the help he needed. Which was more often than not how things went.

You were broken out of your thoughts when you felt a hand on your thigh. Turning, you saw that you were in the parking lot of the motel and Sam was walking into the room already.

“Hey” Dean called to you softly as he squeezed your thigh softly. You locked eyes with him and he watched you softly. “You going to be okay, Y/N/N?”

You gave a grimacing smile and shrugged while putting your hand on top of his. “I will be. I always bounce back.”

He gave a sad smile back before intertwining your fingers with his and pulling your hand to his lips to kiss the back of your hand. “Just because you say that means that you aren’t okay now. You know, the only reason I can get through the last few years with all this bullshit is because of you...” He scooches into the middle and then pulls you over to him. “You were always there to help me... making sure I kept going.” He leaned his forehead to yours and stared into your eyes. “You picked me first... You put me first and made me feel wanted and needed and important... and it’s my turn to return the favor. If you need to unload anything, you can talk to me... Always. You never judged me and I will never judge you cause we are two fucked up people.”

You let out a choked laugh through a sob, not even realizing that you had started to cry. He gave a tiny smile as he rubbed your side and thigh.

“I love you.” You said seriously though a small sob as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

He smiled and pulled you against him tighter and kissed your forehead softly. “I love you too, Sweetheart.”

You gave a soft sob as you buried your face into his neck.

#supernatural imagine #supernatural one shot #spn imagine #spn one shot #dean winchester imagine #dean winchester one shot #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x plus size reader #dean winchester x gn!reader #gender neutral reader #reader insert

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