#dean x reader flangst

[1000roughdrafts]

Dean Winchester X Reader Masterlist

Some of my works are 18+, which I'll write as such here, but please heed the warnings on the individual posts as well - All under the cut :)

One Shots xx

Angst

💙 Us - request: Can you do a deanxreader songfic to the song us by Regina spektor

💙Goodbye ~ After Dean takes on the mark, his relationship with Y/N starts to fall through the cracks. She’s had enough of him taking out his stress on her, and after years of silencing her pain, she finally lets him know why  it’s time to say goodbye.

💙How Do I Become Enough ~Reader and Dean right about her doubts, she feels somewhat isolated and annoyed. No cheating, necessarily, but think along the lines of Dolly Parton’s Jolene  

💙Intrusive Thoughts ~Dean was supposed to visit Y/N while she was at work, but when he didn’t show, she got worried. After finally getting ahold of him, she was relieved to know that he was alive. But when another full day passes by without a word, her mind goes into overdrive about what could have happened to him.

💙Voicemails ~ this is a small, angsty thing, and it is 100000% self indulging so please feel free to just ignore it.

💙 Illicit Affairs - Request from anon based on Taylor Swift’s song Illicit Affairs <3

💙  Promise Me This Is Forever -  this is for @allywritesblog and #allyswriting event, and im using the quote "promise me this is forever" :)

Fluff

💙 Phone Calls With Dean ~ just a random thing I wrote for a story that didn’t pan out, no real plot to this.

💙Shooting With Dean ~ Dean takes you out for target practice, but something else is on his mind.

💙Time ~Soulmate AU, Y/N has had the ability to pause and unpause time for likely her whole life, believing she was the only person with such a power. One day, she learns that not only is that not true, but the other person is her soulmate. 

💙 Salted Baseball Bat - Anon Request: "'They said that gluing salt to a baseball bat to fight ghosts was a stupid idea, but who's laughing now?' you say as you whack the ghost again."

💙 Criminal - DeanxReader request from @rileynicole1967 based on the song Criminal by Britney Spears

💙 Cat-astrophe Written for @spnfanficpond​‘s unfic challenge with the prompt “I may have accidentally sort of adopted 5 cats.”fluff, stern!Dean, 

💙  Baby Winchester 2021 - Reader finds out she's pregnant, and tells Dean in a cute, fluffy way.

💙  Just Another Day - Fluffy Dean x female!reader Valentine's Day post

Flangst

💙 We're Gonna Get You Through This - reader is triggered back to a horrible memory and explains to Dean why waiting to have sex is best for her. 

💙Currently untitled ~ Request: could you do a deanxreader fic where she goes out on a date (maybe to a bar) for drinks with a guy and towards the end of the night, the guy (you pick the name) starts being rough with her cause he’s drunk and hurts her, then dean finds out somehow and comes over to kick his ass then admits his feelings for her?

💙 A Boring Holy Cross Tattoo - A Fic inspired by Cards Against Supernatural with the cards “Dean has 99 problems but ____ ain’t one.” and “A boring holy cross tattoo”.

💙 Amnesia - Request from @rileynicole1967​ : Deanxreader one shot or series ;) based off the song “amnesia” by 5 seconds of summer but in the readers pov and at the end he comes back for her and it’s all fluffy and cute.

💙 Half a Man - Follow up to the Amnesia request from @rileynicole1967​ - this one takes place the same night as Amnesia, but in Dean’s perspective and based on the song Half a Man.

18 + / Smut One Shots

💙Downtime ~ 18+, smut; After weeks of hunting the same witch, you and Dean decide to take a weekend break, but you didn’t expect what was in store for that weekend.

💙Punishment ~ 18+, smut; After embarrassing Dean at an important dinner, he punishes you with a cold shower.

💙 Size Matters - 18+ Smut DeanxReader request from anon, where reader has a size kink

💙 Poison  -  DeanxReader request from @kaitlaitlaitl​ based on the song Poison by Alice Cooper

Mini Series xx

💙 Movie Monsters Part One | Part Two ~ You’re teamed up with Dean, a man you’ve always found obnoxious, to find out the path of a new monster. Of course, things don’t always go as planned. (Complete)

💙 Never Have I Ever Part One | Part Two  ~ Part Two is pure smut; College!AU - Dean gets jealous of the attention he thinks you’re receiving from Cas during a small party at your house and doesn’t know what to do with it, so he leaves the room to keep drinking. 

💙 Hope is a Dangerous Thing... Part One | Part Two ~ The renowned author of a best-selling crime novel, Y/N Y/L/N, was thrown into a whole new world after her parents were brutally murdered. Their killer never found, Y/N took things into her own hands, meeting the Winchesters in her journey for justice. Even years later, she struggles to let anyone close in fear they’d leave or worse.

💙  i hate u, i love u (1) Slowburn au/Y/N has been in a relationship with Nick for the last 5 years. They’ve had a rough go. There’s been good and bad times, but she finally realizes that the man she thought she loved has been abusing her. Dean offers her a safe haven when she feared she had nothing else. (this may be abandoned, but we will see)

💙Reverse Supernatural  ~ request; “Hi!! I have been tossing an idea around for a bit… What if… Now hear me out… What if the Reader was the experienced hunter and she/he has to save Dean and/or Sam who have never known the supernatural existed…?” (only part one is out right now / ongoing / might also become abandoned)

Series xx

💙Family Secrets ~ 18+ ; Your uncle Bobby, and adoptive father Rufus, had a secret. A secret they never wanted the Winchester’s to find out. They had done a good job of keeping you from crossing their path, but now that they've both passed away there is nothing they can do about the brothers finding out their secret; you. (ongoing BUT I really want to and am seriously considering taking it down to rewrite it - this was the first thing I ever wrote and it's... it shows lol) 2/22/24 A/N: I want to return to this series, but since it was pretty much my first fic ever, I really want to rewrite some of the episodes and make it pace better. I understand that that might not be the best solution, however, so maybe I’ll just add inbetweeners or something. Just know I want to come back to finish it and may change some things along the way 😊

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[my-proof-is-you]

If It Kills Me -  Part 1

Dean x Reader

The lyrics will tell you all you need to know.

Link to my favorite version. Please listen to it. If It Kills Me by Jason Mraz

*Pics and gifs are not mine

Masterlist

Hello, tell me you know

Yeah, you figured me out

Something gave it away

And it would be such a beautiful moment

To see the look on your face

To know that I know that you know now

And baby that's a case of my wishful thinking

You know nothing

Cause you and I

Why, we go carrying on for hours, on and

We get along much better

Than you and your boyfriend

You

“Shut up, Dean,” you said, doing your best to hide your smile.

“I’m just sayin,’ the guy’s got gorilla arms!” Dean replied, holding his hands up with a shrug.

You rolled your eyes. It was funny, you had to admit. But making fun of your boyfriend’s slightly hairy arms was not something you felt you should indulge Dean in.

“Whatever,” you said, heading to the fridge for another beer. You bent over to grab one from the lower shelf, asking Dean if he wanted another, too. You looked over your shoulder when he didn’t answer.

“Hey!” you yelled, snapping him out of his stare. He’d been checking out your ass. “Come on, dude!”

He shook his head, chuckling. “What?” he asked with feigned innocence. “I’m your best friend—not dead.”

You rolled your eyes again, tossing him a beer. “Keep it up and I’ll revoke that title,” you replied, screwing the lid off of your own.

“Sure, Y/N/N,” he replied, lifting the neck of his bottle to clink yours.

You stayed in the bunker’s kitchen for hours, laughing and talking about nothing and everything. It was always like this with Dean. The two of you got along easily and had ever since you’d met years earlier on a vampire hunt.

You sighed, feeling buzzed from the beers and getting tired. “Ready to call it a night?”

Dean

“Ready to call it a night?”

“Yeah, we better,” he responded. He stood up, stretching his arms over his head. He started to turn toward the hall to the bedrooms when he felt your hand grasp his wrist.

“Dean, wait,” you said, halting his steps. He turned to face you, fully unprepared for the look you were giving him. Your eyes were wide and sparkling; your cheeks had a beautifully rosy blush; and your teeth were biting into your lip. He felt a pang of desire shoot down to his core.

“Y/N?” he asked, unsure what was going on. He was too scared to hope your face meant what he thought it meant.

“Dean…I know how you feel about me. I’ve always known.”

“What are you talking about, Y/N? You’re my best friend,” he replied, his heart pounding in his chest.

“Don’t lie, Dean,” you said, stepping forward. You placed his hand on your waist and used the other to reach up, gently brushing your knuckles across his cheek. He closed his eyes, savoring the feeling.

“And the truth is…I love you, too. I always have.”

Dean opened his eyes, focusing them on your lips as you leaned in close, your hands weaving themselves behind his neck. You were so close he could feel the heat from your face and he closed his eyes, ready to do what he’d only dreamed of for so long.

“Dean? Did you hear me?”

Dean shook his head a little, his little fantasy clearing to reveal you still across the table from him.

Wishful thinking.

“Yeah, sweetheart. Let’s hit the hay,” he replied finally. He stood up, chastising himself for letting his mind go to a place he knew he’d never see.

You

“Fuck!” you yelled, throwing your phone onto your bed. You’d had a fight with your boyfriend, Cody, again.

The two of you fought fairly often. You chalked it up to the stress of hunting.

It didn’t help that you lived with two men who weren’t your boyfriend, though.

But the Winchesters were your family. They were there for you when no one else was. It’s not like you could up and leave for a guy you’d been dating for six months.

“Cody?” you heard from the door to your room. You turned around to see Sam, who had been passing by and no doubt heard your exclaimed expletive.

“Yeah,” you said, sighing and sitting on the edge of your bed. Sam walked his impossibly tall frame through the door, sitting down next to you. He bumped his shoulder into yours.

“Wanna talk about it?” he asked sweetly. Sam was your best friend, too. It was just a little different than the relationship you had with Dean. Sam was great at talking about emotions and serious topics - not that Dean couldn’t handle that, too. But Sam was a little more sensitive.

“It’s okay,” you said with a half-smile. “I think I’m gonna let him cool off for a bit.”

Sam nodded. “Wanna come hang with me in the library?”

“I’ll be out in a bit. I think I need to cool off a bit, too. Thanks, Sammy,” you replied, giving him a little nudge with your own shoulder.

He smiled and left, leaving your door open just a crack. You laid back, staring at the old ceiling above your bed.

This was why you’d never dated much. Dating as a hunter was so damn hard.

Dating another hunter was even harder.

The two of you had separate lives before you got together. You had two separate ways of doing things. Two very independent lives that didn’t leave much room for caring about someone that way.

You had the boys, of course. But it was different with Sam and Dean. You knew they saw you as a sister and while they’d do anything for you, there was a different level of passion that came from loving someone.

Loving someone. You weren’t even sure if what you felt for Cody was love.

He was a great guy, really. You’d met him at a known hunter’s bar six months back and had a night of fun. You hadn’t planned on seeing him again.

You did, though, the next day. He was hunting the same thing you were and the rest was history.

You didn’t often go on hunts alone anymore. You only went alone because you tried to give Sam and Dean some time to themselves every once in a while. It felt only fair, especially since you felt like you cramped their style with women when you were around.

You ran a hand down your face in frustration, sitting up again. You hated when you fought with Cody, obviously. But you really hated being in a bad mood because of it. It was like having a bad taste in your mouth you couldn’t get rid of.

I know what’ll make me feel better, you thought. You walked out of your room and down the hall to the kitchen.

“Hey, De—“ you began, but stopped when you saw two things that made you very happy.

The first was a pint of cookies and cream ice cream with a spoon sticking out of it.

The second was Dean Winchester, looking up at you with a smile from his seat at the table. He held a spoon of his own, licking it clean.

“Sit,” he said, nodding to the seat across from him.

You sighed, doing as he instructed. He turned his hand so it was facing up as it rested on the table. You placed yours in his, finally feeling the need to hold back tears.

“Y/N/N,” Dean said, noticing your watery eyes. He squeezed your hand. “I don’t know what you fought about this time, but I just want to say…”

“Yes?” you said, waiting for him to continue.

“If he doesn’t appreciate what he has, he’s crazy. Don’t let him make you feel bad for living your life.” He had set his jaw, and you knew he meant it.

“Thanks, Dean. It’s not all on him, though. It’s me, too. Maybe I’m just being selfish.”

“Sweetheart, I never want to hear you say that again. You are the least selfish person I know. How many times have you put Sammy and I before yourself? How many times have you sacrificed for the greater good?” he asked, almost getting visibly upset.

You nodded, biting your lip. You weren’t sure if you believed him, but you also were just feeling bad about things in general in that moment.

“Let’s eat,” you said, digging your spoon into the pint. Dean sighed, but let the topic go. For now, at least.

Part 2

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[daisywrites101]

Some People Need Saving

Request: "Hello, I just saw that your requests are open & I have an idea for a Dean x Reader (angst/fluff). Dean and her are friends for some years but they havent told each other about their true feelings. One night the Winchesters get a call from Garth who tells them that him and Y/N were hunting werewolves and she got carried away. Garth tried to get her out but he is in desperate need for the brothers to come and get Y/N free again.

Hope you can make something out of it

XXC." - @wirdbeimaufhebengebunden

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Spacer Credit: @holylulusworld

I had to refresh my brain on how werewolves work, but hey I did it! I really hope that I got what you were looking for! I do apologize for how long this one is, and for how long this took to put out. My requests are currently open, so you guys can shoot me a message if you have a request! Also, I really would appreciate feedback! Thank you guys! -Daisy

"Look, Dean. I'm sure that Y/n is just fine. They're with Garth. He will protect them." Sam tells Dean, trying to calm him down. "Yeah and he is probably doing other things with them." Dean mumbles. Sam just glares at him and continues to do research, trying to find another case. Dean has had a thing for you since he met you, which was a few years ago on a hunt. Bobby had suggested that the boys bring backup on a vamp hunt and Bobby suggested you. The vamp nest was huge and you saved both of their asses.

Dean drinks the rest of his beer then gets up. "I'm heading to bed." he says, but as he is walking away his phone rings. He looks to see that it is in fact Garth calling him. He answers it, "Hey, Garth. What's up?" Garth sounds frantic, saying, "Y/N just got taken by the werewolf we were hunting!" Dean's blood becomes cold as fear creeps up on him. "Garth, do you know where?" Dean asks. "I'll send you the directions. I've already tried going after her but I failed. The damn thing scratched me up." Garth replies. "Sam and I will go find her. You hang tight and take care of yourself." Dean says then hangs up, feeling as though he has already wasted enough time. "Sam we need to hit the road now. Y/N was taken by the werewolf they were hunting. Garth got hurt in the process of trying to save them." Dean says loading his pistol with silver bullets. Sam gets up and grabs a silver knife. "Let's go save her. The brothers then head out to the Impala. Dean's phone buzzes with a message from Garth with the directions.

The boys pull up to an abandoned shack in the woods. "Are you sure this is right, Dean?" Sam questions. "Garth sent me the wrong thing if it is." Dean answers. They both get out of the car, after Dean kills the engine. Dean pulls his gun out of his pocket and begins to walk towards the shack, Sam not far behind.

Dean turns the knob on the door and it opens. The brothers both walk inside. The shack is pretty run down, seeming like it has not been touched in years. Dean walks though the main part of the small shack and down a hallway. There is a door at the end of the hall, and Dean goes straight for it, with Sam trailing behind. Dean slowly opens the door and that is when he sees you, unconscious, and bound to a chair by rope with all sorts of scratches adorning your body. He rushes to you and begins to untie your bounds, and that is when Sam calls out for him. Dean quickly turns around and sees Sam on the ground, pinned by the werewolf.

The beast is trying to bite Sam, but he is holding it away from him. Dean, being powered by adrenaline, shoots the wolf in the chest and is whines in pain then falls over, dead. Dean finishes untying you from the chair as Sam get up off of the floor. Dean tosses Sam the keys. "Go get Baby started." He grunts as he stands up an gently picks you up. Sam sprinted out of the door and started the Impala, and Dean comes out of the shack holding your limp body in his arms. "Dean, we need to take them to the hospital, their injuries are to bad to just fix at the bunker." Sam explains as Dean places you gently in the backseat. He quickly sits next to you and shuts the door. "then let's get the hell out of here." Sam speeds off like a mad man.

It has been three and a half hours since Dean rushed you into the ER and the doctors took him away from you. Sam had fallen asleep about an hour ago, but Dean has kept himself awake with the help of coffee and pacing. A nurse walks up to him, tells him that you are stable, and what room you were in. Dean practically sprinted to your room, needing to see you and make sure that you are okay. He opens the door and walks inside. The sight that he saw before him was not nearly as bad as he thought you would have been. You have some bandages resting on your cheek and between your brow line and temple. Your eyes are closed, so you are clearly getting some rest. Your arms are sticking out of the white blanket that surrounds the rest of your body. There is an IV in one of the creases of your arm giving you fluids, and there are some stitches on your other hand running from your thumb down to the middle of your forearm. Dean almost stumbles over his own feet as he walks over to you. Every memory of the two of you flooded his mind when he sat in that chair next to your bed.

His favorite one is where the two of you were having a movie night. The both of you had a few beers, and decided to watch a scary movie, per Dean's request. The two of you were sitting pretty close together. A sudden jumpscare causes you to jump and hide your face into Dean's chest. He holds onto you tightly.

A small grin appears on his face at the memory, but all at the same time, tears fills his eyes. "You really scared me sweetheart." He takes your hand into his, and he gently rubs his thumb over the top of your hand. "I thought I lost you for a second there." He sniffs. "And honestly I don't think I could live my life without you. I know that we have been friends for, well for forever." He looks at your face. Your eyes remain closed as your breathe through your nose. "I love you, Y/N." Dean admits, then stands up and kisses your forehead. He goes to lay down on the small couch in your room.

"I love you too, you dork." You say hoarsely. Dean whips his head to face you, and sees you awake. "Are you just going to stand there, De?" You ask. Dean comes over to you and hugs you gently, not wanting to hurt you. He pulls away from you and cups your cheek with his hand. "Can I kiss you?" Dean asks, looking into your eyes. You nod your head and his lips gently press against yours in a loving kiss. "You know you could have woke me up before coming to see her." Sam says, which causes the two of you to break the kiss. "You could have knocked, Sammy." Dean says looking over at him. You giggled a little at the boys. "I'll go get some coffee." Sam says then walks away. Dean looks back at you. "Now where were we?" Dean asks with his eyes staring into yours. This time, you lean up and kiss him. The two of you pull away for air. "I love you, Dean" You say to him. "I love you too, sweetheart."

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[waywardnerd67]

Her Hero

Title: Her Hero Summary: Dean Winchester’s life has been flipped upside down since (Y/N) literally fell into his life. Now they build a life together only for fate to have a cruel sense of humor. Main Characters: Dean Winchester, Reaper!Reader Other Characters: Sam Winchester Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reaper!Reader Rating: E - Everyone Warnings: Angst (with a hint of Fluff) Word Count: 2178 A/N: “Fare Thee Well” - Louden Swain (I know this isn’t technically a LS song, but go with it)

Check Out Part One: His Reaper

Three loud knocks came from the iron door. Sam was in the kitchen cooking dinner as Dean cautiously went up to the door. Opening it slowly, he was surprised to see (Y/N) leaning against the frame.

“D-Dean…”

He watched her eyes roll back and flutter close before falling forward towards him, “Sam! Help!”

Catching her, he scooped her up bridal style and carried her down the stairs. Sam came running out from the kitchen, his eyes widened seeing the woman in his arms. Dean carried her to the infirmary carefully laying her on one of the beds.

“Call Cas.” He said to his brother.

“Who is she?”

“Call him now, Sam!” Dean snapped at him, “I’m sorry. Please, call Cas and then I’ll explain everything.”

Sam walked out of the infirmary making the call. Dean stared down at her not believing she was in front of him. He was starting to check over her body to make sure there were no injuries that needed to be patched up when Sam came back in.

He stood at the end of the bed, “I get the feeling you know her.”

It was not a question but he answered anyway, “Yes, she is… or was a reaper. My reaper.”

“Y-Your what? A reaper!” Sam leaned his hands down on the frame of the bed, “What’s she doing here and how can we see her?”

“Don’t you think if I knew that I would tell you. The last time I saw her was after Michael left me for dead. It wasn’t the first time I had seen her but it was different. She was supposed to take my soul but couldn’t.”

Sam looked up at him, “Couldn’t?”

Dean sat on the side of the bed, “Wouldn’t is more like it. She sent me back saying the world needed me, needed us in the world to save it.”

“Sam, Dean…”

They turned to see Castiel standing in the doorway with Jack behind him. His blue eyes immediately focused on (Y/N) lying on the bed.

“What happened to (Y/N)? What is she doing here?”

“We were hoping you might know.” Sam said, pointing down at her, “She showed up at our door and passed out before she could explain. Why would a reaper reveal themselves?”

He walked up to the side of the bed where Dean was sitting, “I’m sure she is alright.” His friend placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

Keeping his hand on his shoulder, he watched as Cas placed his other hand on (Y/N) forehead. Suddenly, he felt like he was being sucked into a tornado before coming out the other side standing in Death’s reading room. He saw (Y/N) standing in front of Death’s desk.

“Yes ma’am however what does that have to do with Dean Winchester and I being his reaper?” She asked.

A genuine smile appeared on Death’s face surprising Dean. He was accustomed to the stoic, stone face, rule following Death.

“Your role in Dean Winchester’s life is much more than being his reaper now. You belong at his side and I’m going to make that so. (Y/N), it is important for this world and universe that you are still the one who will know when it is Dean’s time to go. I’m sorry for putting this burden on you but when the time comes, you will be the one who knows when it is time to let him go.”

Dean felt his eyes were mirroring (Y/N)’s at the moment. She still had some of her reaper powers while laying in a bed on Earth. He felt a tug on his heart pulling him towards her.

“Why me?” (Y/N) asked, staring up at Death.

“You’re important just as the Winchesters are important to this world.” She answered then snapped her fingers.

Dean opened his eyes to see (Y/N) staring up at him from the bed. She looked around wildly before sitting up.

“W-What happened?”

He took her hand in his, “You showed up at the Bunker and fell into my arms. What do you remember?”

“Being in Death’s reading room. Talking with her and then I was in a field near here.” There was a low rumble that came from her stomach, “What was that?”

Cas smiled, “I believe you are experiencing hunger right now.”

Dean chuckled as one of her eyebrows arched perfectly, “Reapers don’t get hungry. Why am I hungry, Castiel?”

“Sammy, why don’t we go make up some lunch.” Dean went to stand up when (Y/N) tightened her grip on his hand.

Her beautiful (Y/E/C) eyes pleaded with him to stay. He turned towards his brother who nodded.

“I’ll go make some lunch.” He walked towards the door where Jack was, “Come on, you can help me.”

Once Sam and Jack were gone, he turned his attention back to (Y/N) who seemed to relax a little knowing he was not leaving. Cas placed his hand on her forehead again, his eyes glowing blue. He was not prepared to see her eyes glowing as well.

“Interesting.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes as Cas took a step back from her, “What did you see?”

“You still have some of your reaper powers but they are limited. Like a single layer of lasagna.”

Dean tried to keep from laughing out loud as (Y/N) narrowed her eyes on Cas, “I don’t understand that reference.”

The room filled with laughter as Dean could no longer hold it in, “I think all he means is you’re more human than reaper now.”

“Human? Why… Why would Death make me human?”

“I don’t know. Until we find out, we’ll take care of you.” Dean brought his hand up to her cheek, “I promise, we won’t let anything happen to you.”

She leaned into his touch smiling, “I’m not worried about me. Who is going to take care of you now that I’m human.”

A chuckle came from Cas as Dean rolled his eyes, “Shut up Cas.”

From that moment, life for Dean and (Y/N) was changed forever. Over the next several years, their bond grew into something more and for the first time in his life he found true happiness. The blending of domestic bliss with the family business. Together with Sam, Cas and Jack they had defeated Death when she went on a power trip. Finding comfort in one another when they had lost Castiel. Then put Chuck in his place when he spiraled out of control and Jack took on the role of a higher deity.

There were a lot of close calls that (Y/N) was confident he would make it out of. When they heard of a case involving a group of vamps kidnapping kids, Dean felt it would be a milk run for them. Paying no mind to the fact that (Y/N) felt uneasy about them going into the rundown barn. Finding the two boys, (Y/N) took them to safety as him and Sam finished off the vamps.

Radiating pain shot through his chest as the large vamp pinned him to the wooden beam. He watched as Sam finished the vamp off and the pain throbbed as he hung there. Bringing his shaky hand up to his chest, he found something piercing through it and waves of nausea washed over him. The adrenaline rushing through his veins was slowing and the darkness began to surround his vision.

Sam stood in front of him, “Alright. Um… Hold on. Okay. Uh, I got you.” He tried to move him, kick starting his adrenaline once more.

“No, no, no, no, no. Don't... Don't... Don't move me. Don't move me. It feels like this thing's holding me together right now. Just give me… Just give me a minute.”

He looked around to see if (Y/N) had returned and she had not. He needed her here to know he would make it if they did pull him off this beam.

His brother’s panicked eyes looked away from him, “Yeah. Um... alright. I'll call for help. I'll get the first-aid kit.” Sam takes out his phone, starting  to walk away.

“Sam, Sam! Sam… Stay wi…” He stopped talking, seeing (Y/N) slowly walk inside the barn again.

Her eyes were red and puffy as tears continued to fall down her face, “Dean, it’s time.”

What little air was left in his lung escaped upon hearing those words. Sam turned towards her, Dean could see his hands trembling.

“No. Don’t say that. Not like this” Sam turned back towards him.

“You knew it was always gonna end like this for me. It was supposed to end like this, right?” He looked to (Y/N) whose eyes were downcast, “I mean, look at us. Saving people, hunting things… It's what we do.”

Sam shook his head stubbornly, “(Y/N) do something! You’re his reaper, so do something!”

“Sammy, there’s nothing to be done. Look, I'm fading pretty… I'm fading pretty quick, so... there's a few things that I need you to hear. Come here.”

Sam moves closer to him as he places his hand on the side of Sam's neck, “Let me look at you. Yeah, there he is. I'm so proud of you, Sam.”

He hated seeing his brother cry, but he could feel the darkness creeping over him quickly, “It was always you and me. It's always been you... and me.”

Sam’s jaw clenched, “Then don't leave me. Don't leave me. I can't do this alone.”

“Yes, you can.” He smiled, knowing if there was anyone in this world strong enough to make it, it was Sam.

“Well, I don't want to.”

A fleeting memory of standing outside his apartment at Stanford flashed in Dean’s mind. Those very words coming from his lips knowing the search for dad was something he could not do without his brother.

“Hey. I'm not leaving you. I'm gonna be with you…” Dean felt the tears slipping down his face as he placed his fist over Sam's heart, “Right here... every day. Every day you're out there and you're Li... And you're living and you're fighting, 'cause you… You always keep fighting. You hear me? I'll be there every step. I love you so much. My baby brother.”

He looked past Sam to (Y/N) who had now walked up beside him, “That goes for you too, pretty girl. You keep fighting and you two take care of each other.”

Dean tried to take a deep breath as his chest burned and blackness flashed over his eyes, “I need you to... I need you to promise me. I need you to… To... to tell me... that it's okay. I need you to tell me that it's okay.”

Sam looks away, shaking his head, crying, “No.”

“Sam…” (Y/N) whispered.

“No… I-I can’t…”

Dean cupped his baby brother’s face, “Look at me. Look at me. I need... I need… I need you to tell me that it's okay. I need you to tell me… Tell me it's okay.” He looked to (Y/N) pleading silently to her.

Dean placed his hand on his chest as Sam and (Y/N) placed theirs over his, “Dean… it's okay. You can go now.”

He looked over to (Y/N) with a soft smile, “I’ll see you later, pretty girl. I love you.”

“I love you more, Dean Winchester.”

Dean leaned forward resting his forward against Sam’s closing his eyes, “Goodbye, Sam.”

“Goodbye.”

His brother’s whisper was the last thing he heard as darkness consumed him and he greeted the afterlife with peace.

***

(Y/N) gently held Dean’s body while Sam went to get something to wrap him up in. The peace she saw as Dean’s soul left for heaven brought her little peace as she wrestled with her own feelings. As a reaper, she was not supposed to have emotions for the souls she reaped. She was not only a reaper now. She was a woman who took the soul of the man she loved, the soul that mirrored her own, the one who saved her.

She began to sing, as she ran her fingers down the side of his face.

“Well, I had a man, strong and tall He moved his body like a cannonball Fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well I remember one evening in the pouring rain And in my heart was an aching pain Fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well”

A sob escaped her lips as the barn door opened and she continued to sing.

“So as show us a bird flying high above Life ain't worth living without the one you love Fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well Fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well”

Sam’s hand squeezed her shoulder, looking up at him, “H-How am I supposed to live now without him?”

Sam pulled her into his side as they both looked down at the man they both considered their hero, “We carry on, like he wanted us too.”

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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."

_____

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.

_____

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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ALWAYS

Summary: When Y/N storms out in anger, Dean is afraid he's lost her.

Pairing/Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: None. All flangst. Kissing. Implied smut.

Word Count: 661

A/N: I saw this post and the pic made this little drabble bubble up in my mind, and I had to just go along with it. Hope you enjoy! ❤️

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"Enough!" Dean barked at you. "I know what's gonna keep you safe and that's it, end of discussion. I'm not having this goddamn argument with you anymore!"

Your eyes filled with tears of frustration and you angrily spun on your heel and slammed your way out of the house.

You were gone for a few hours, trying to get your feelings under control and by the time you returned, your anger and frustration had mostly abated, though your annoyance with Dean's unceasing stubbornness still lingered.

As you walked through the door you heard Dean shout from the top of the stairs.

"Y/N!"

He bounded down the stairs so recklessly you worried he was going to break his neck. Though you should have known he was more coordinated than that. When he got to the bottom, he reached you in two strides and yanked you into his arms, squeezing the breath from your lungs.

"Dean. Air." You croaked out.

He pulled back and his face was full of sadness and worry.

"You came back." He said as he cupped your cheeks.

You frowned, perplexed at his reaction. "Uh...yeah, I live here, remember?"

You saw his jaw clench and unclench before he licked his lips and dragged in a deep breath.

"I thought...well, I thought maybe after we fought, you'd be rethinking that decision."

Your frown deepened. "Why would I do that? Because I was pissed at you? Because your stubbornness is one of the most frustrating things I've ever had to deal with? Why ever would that make me run away?"

When Dean's expression became even sadder and more worried, you laid your hand over his on your cheek.

"Dean, I'm teasing. Yes, I was incredibly frustrated and I'm still a little pissed at you. You don't get to call all the shots all the time. I know you want to keep me safe. But you can't wrap me in bubble wrap, lock me up in a tower, and throw away the key."

Dean sighed and dropped his hands from your cheeks. "Might be worth a try." He mumbled.

You shook your head, but couldn't hide a small smile. "Trust me, if you value your nuts, and want to keep them attached to your body - it's really not."

A smirk tipped up the corner of his mouth but fear and sadness still lingered in his eyes. You stepped close to him.

"Baby, did you really think I wouldn't come home just because I was mad at you?"

He shrugged dismissively. "I dunno. You were gone a long time, and you were pretty mad. And..." He looked down at his feet. "N, I made you cry."

You felt tears threatening again as you lifted his chin.

"Dean, I need you to understand this, okay? I mean, really, really understand and believe me. I don't care how angry you make me, or how frustrated I am with you sometimes. I am always coming back to you. Always."

Dean opened his mouth to say something, but you pulled him down to you for a kiss instead. You kissed him slowly, infusing it with all the love you had for him, and maybe just a little of your frustration too.

"Always." You promised again as you pulled away, breathless, but aching for more.

Dean's smile was boyish and shy. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." You smiled back lovingly before giving him a mock frown as you shook a finger at him. "But that doesn't mean you can go around pissing me off with impunity."

Dean shook his head solemnly before reaching his hand down to squeeze your ass and push you tight against him, making a soft moan fall from your lips.

"No, ma'am." He answered with a wicked grin. "What can I do to make it up to you?"

You giggled, the fight and frustration dissolving completely beneath want and desire. You grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the bedroom.

"I have some ideas."

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Drunk and/or high sex? W/ Dean or Jensen 😇🙏🏼

A/N: Picked Jensen for this since I already had a bunch of Dean requests! I imagined New Orleans in summer for this and thought the "love drug" was quite fitting. It was kinda inspired by the story of how Alison Brie started things with Dave Franco, which she told in a recent interview. Thought that was hilarious, so of course I had to use it. Hope you enjoy! 💜

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Female!Reader

Warnings: +18/NSFW, drinking & drugs (weed & mdma), flangst, smut (thigh riding, p in v)

Word Count: 1.4k (I'm really trying here lol)

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Lavender Haze

There’s a visible haze flowing through the room, a midnight blue veil with particles of shimmering glitter in between that glistens like the night sky outside the French window. It feels surreal, like the fabric of the stars itself is blanketing you, enveloping your entire being as his plump lips touch every inch of your skin, ignite it as he worships your body. The entire universe is suddenly in your room.

The air smells of sweat, a mixture of drinks lingering on your breaths, and the damp summer heat that filters in through the open window despite the cool night air. You can’t remember how you got back to your hotel; too many shots have been downed tonight to care. Did you take a cab? Did you walk the busy streets till you landed back here? All of the above?

All you remember is the laughs, the music, the drinks, and the joint you shared with a friend in a dark alley. You never thought in your wildest dreams you’d land here – with him. More drinks flowed, his irresistible smile blinded you, and a few clumsy touches of his hands on places where he had never touched you before kindled your heart and soul. He was a kid playing with matches, too stupid, too innocent to know what he was doing, what dangerous game he started to play, and you were drunk enough to set both your bodies ablaze without wasting a second thought on it.

It was a harmless text from your friend that started this whole mess: Jensen – I think you should hit that tonight. Of course, your blurry mind thought it was a glorious idea. After all, you had wanted this, wanted him for a long time now.

You never thought he’d say yes, but if you were honest with yourself, you were always scared to ask in case he did agree to your insanity, knowing you weren’t good enough, knowing you’d only ruin it, knowing you could never dream this big. Maybe that’s why you posed the most outlandish question you could think of, hoping with certainty he’d deny your request and gently turn you down.

“I have a Molly… Wanna split it and have some fun in my hotel room?”

It wasn’t like him to agree to something like this. Maybe you’ve always been a bad influence on him, but you were still majorly surprised when he didn’t even blink. He just smirked at you and nodded like it was the million-dollar question he’d been waiting for.

And yes, maybe you knew he wanted you just the same, knew he harbored a crush on you for years, knew he craved the same things you craved. It’s been written in the stars since the two of you met and caught each other’s eyes for the very first time. But call it Southern gentlemanliness or whatever, in all these years, he never made a single move – not obvious ones, at least. True to form, he was never pushy, always waiting for your pull. And God, once you handed him that rope, he lassoed you like the coolest cowboy and tied you up good.

When your back hits the door, your lungs are barely able to catch a breath as Jensen is on you the second you enter the hotel room, scared if he gave you any wriggle room, you’d leave, even though you’d never dream of it. His ample lips find yours first, claiming you in a bruising kiss that leaves you speechless. You’ve kissed before, sharing the odd professional movie kisses between your characters on a set with an audience, but this kiss is entirely different.

Real. Raw. Breathtaking.

Then, his sinful lips trail down your jaw, find your throat, and mark your pulse point purple, green, and blue. His addicting hands have been on you nonstop since you each downed that little love drug with a bottle of water. It started with minute touches – his large palm on the small of your back when he guided you out of the bar, his warm hand on your knee in the back of the cab, his fingertips trailing up and down your spine in the elevator, and by the time, you’ve unlocked the door, he was ready to downright bounce on you. He loves touching you, loves to feel your skin ignite like a chemical reaction underneath his fingertips whenever the two connect.

His aura is emerald – soft, lush, and full of hope. Relaxing. Safe.

Yours is lavender – mysterious, sensitive, and full of passion. Inspiring. Chaotic.

With every touch and every kiss, his aura intoxicates yours, infecting every vein in your body until each drop of blood feels fused to his. A haze of green and purple, inseparable by the end. It’s surreal in the best way.

The tips of your fingers tingle whenever they smooth over an inch of cinnamon-freckled skin. He’s hot to the touch, his warmth swaddling you like a snuggly blanket that feels like childhood memories and home. You never want to let go. This feeling should last forever. The strong heartbeat behind his ribs tells you he feels the same.

His knee sneaks between your legs as his hand crawls inside your panties and finds an ocean waiting for him there. His groans reverberate against your skin, your throat, your chest as you needily seek more friction on his thigh, grinding your clothed cunt against the rough denim fabric as his thick thumb strokes your clit.

“God, this is so hot… you’re so hot,” he murmurs against your neck, his free hand pushing parts of your shirt and bra down to grope one breast, pinching the nipple between his fingertips until it hardens. “Wanted this for so long… So, so long…”

“Me too,” you whisper breathlessly, your cloudy brain torn between an orgasm and a love confession.

His attacks on your tit and cunt seize and still, his head slowly rising as he finds your gaze. The look in his eyes is overflowing with surprise, desire, and hope, showing a longing that’s finally sated. The hand on your breast leaves its place and cups your cheek, caressing it with gentle care.

“Yeah?”

A smile twitches on your lips as you nuzzle your nose against his and nod. “Yeah,” you admit your secret. “Of course, it is. All I need is you. I just wanna stay here forever with you.”

Jensen’s lips curl into a smile, one that hides something behind it you can’t decipher. “Good,” he says and entangles you in a kiss so deep it leaves you breathless once more as he sucks the air from your lungs while you start to think that this might be the sweetest death you could’ve ever imagined.

His hands grab your thighs, lift you up until your legs wrap around his waist. His full-grown erection presses against your pussy as you grab and bite and hold onto whatever of him you can get between your hands and mouth. Clothing items drop in haste, not sure who removes what from where, but you’re positive your lips part as he enters you in one thrust until his long, thick cock is fully sheathed by your heat, stretching your walls like no one ever has before. The delicious burn, the pleasurable sting between your thighs is a new feeling you could find yourself growing quite addicted to.

“Shit, ’m sorry…,” he mumbles into the crook of your neck at his eagerness and apologizes for his temporary loss of control, which you find quite flattering as his cock throbs inside of you while his fingers gently caress your head and comb through your hair to soothe the bits of pain you feel. “I love you,” he whispers softly against your lips and claims them in the same breath.

You smile shyly, happiness wrangling with sadness inside your heart. “It’s the drugs,” you tell him and excuse his irrational behavior, having been through this circle a few times before.

However, he shakes his head with all the stubbornness he can gather and cups your cheek, thumb caringly brushing over its rosy apple. “No, it’s you, sweetheart. Promise,” he assures you.

With a thick swallow, you nod and drop a tear on his thumb pad. “Okay… I love you, too,” you accept and cry out as he pushes back inside and never stops again.

Considering the other drabbles I did up till now and the nature of this request, this turned out oddly romantic and sweet *pats self on back* 🥰

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[jawritter]

Carry On

Chapter 28

Summary: It was just a simple hunt, found on a pie festival. It was supposed to be easy. Something they’d all done one hundred and one times a million. No one could have told Y/N, Dean, and Sam that nothing from that point on would ever be the same again.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: flangst, vomiting, nausea, dean freaking out just a little. 

Due to the graphic nature of this fic, and the fact that it will eventually contain Smut. This fic is an 18 + only fic! If you’re under 18 DO NOT read this fic!

A/N: This fic is beta’d by @kazsrm67​​​​ Thanks so much love! Please do not copy my work! Feedback is golden! I hope you all enjoy this ride with me!

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2 Months Later

Y/N’s POV:

Y/N’s feet drug heavily down the stairs, towards the kitchen, where she noticed that it was already after 12 in the afternoon.

“Fuck,” Y/N swore as she rubbed her hands harshly down her face, a hint of annoyance seeping into her sleep groggy system that Dean had once again let her sleep in, and didn’t wake her up before he went to work that morning. 

This was the third morning in a row that this had happened, and while Dean didn’t seem to mind that she overslept, and didn’t make him breakfast or see him off in the morning before he headed to the shop, it annoyed the hell out of her. 

With a defeated sigh, Y/N decided that she didn’t want breakfast; or rather lunch at this point, anyway, and made the climb back up the stairs to go get in the shower. Y/N knew that Dean usually didn’t take a lunch until around 12:45; that didn’t give her much time, but she figured she’d have enough time to go and grab a shower, make herself look somewhat presentable, put some concealer on the huge hickey that Dean had gifted her with the night before, and make her way to grab him some takeout for lunch before he actually needed to eat something, she could at least do that. 

She wasn’t sure what had gotten into her lately, but she was sure that she needed to get her shit together before Friday. Fridays were always the busiest day of the week at the shop. It was payday, and she always helped Dean get the checks together for the guys that were working there, and Dean usually had her set the following week's work schedule that day as well, so that when they got their checks, they could also get a copy of their work schedule too. This usually took most of the day, so like it or not she was going to have to get her ass out of bed at a decent hour Friday. 

Swearing under her breath as she mindlessly undressed as quickly as she could, all while going over the to do list, completely distracted from what she was doing, until she turned to the right to start the shower running; it hit her the most intense, deep wave of nausea she had ever experienced in her life. It hit so fast, and was so crippling, that it brought her to her knees, and she barely had time to lift the toilet seat before emptying the contents of her stomach. It was over as soon as it began, or at least was abated for the moment, and all she could do was sit there on her knees, stunned by what had just happened. 

She had never experienced anything like that before, and while she wasn’t cripplingly nauseated anymore, she still felt like completely and utter shit. 

Maybe she was sick and just overworked, maybe that is why she was so damn tired. 

Great. 

She’d never been the sick one before, it was always Dean who was the sick one. He depended on her to help him with things still, mostly helping run his garage, so how in the fuck was she going to be sick?

As she sat for an immeasurable amount of time pondering; the nausea slowly started to creep back in, so she forced herself to stand up, and start the shower. One thing was certain, today she wasn’t going to be able to make it into the shop. Hell, she wasn’t even sure she was going to make it through the shower she was attempting to take. So as soon as she did, she was going to have to get ahold of Dean, and tell him; fuck she dreaded telling him she was sick with every fiber in her being. 

This sucks! 

SHE was the caregiver in their relationship for so long. She never took a sick day. She never even complained when she was stressed or tired. Now here she was, most likely going to be paying her oms to the porcelain Gods all day today. She had no idea how to deal with this. 

Jack really, really, seemed to hate her lately. 

Dean’s POV:

Dean sat with his lips pressed into a tight, thin line, his oil-stained hands gripping the smartphone that looked comically small in his hand, reading Y/N’s text over and over again. 

I can’t make it today babe, I’m sick. It’s nothing serious, so don’t worry about coming home. I’m sorry I can’t bring your lunch. See you when you get home. Love you.

Y/N had never been sick before. 

Okay, now he was being dramatic, but he’d not seen her sick as long as they’d been together, and it terrified the fuck out of him. If it was bad enough for her to text and say she wasn’t going to come in today, it must have been pretty fucking bad. She said it was nothing serious, but he knows Y/N well enough to know that’s a goddamn lie. If it’s serious enough to ground her for the day, then it’s pretty bad; and she said HE was the one that tried to downplay everything. 

Dean finally tore his eyes away from the phone long enough to peek through the door at the guys that were still working in the shop. It wasn’t even 12:30, and he still had a few hours to go before he was off for the day. It didn’t help that they were training two new guys, Reed and Zade. 

He desperately wanted to get out of this shop. He wanted to go home and take care of his girl. 

“Dammit,” Dean growled as he looked back down at the text message, rereading her words again. 

“Everything okay?” Jonathan, one of the guys he considered a garage manager, questioned; his head sticking inside of Dean’s office, while the rest of his body leaned awkwardly just out of the frame. 

Dean licked his lips nervously before tossing the phone onto the desk, resulting in a loud thud that echoed through the confined space of his office. He could literally feel his own body tensing the longer he sat there with his mind racing on everything that needed to get done today, coupled with the fact that he no longer really gave a shit about any of it. All he wanted to do was leave and go home. 

“Y/N’s sick,” Dean finally relented, “she’s not going to make it in today.”

Jonathan’s eyes narrowed as he took in what Dean had just told him, Dean’s jaw set firmly. 

“That’s not like her,” Jonathan said, “maybe you should go home man there’s more than enough of us here today, we can handle the workload.”

Dean pinched the bridge of his nose, and let out a frustrated growl from deep down in his chest. 

“You know I hate leaving you guys here alone with two fucking newbies,” Dean voiced, and Jonathan put on his best bitchface. 

“It’s not my first time training people dude. There are literally seven of us total here today, only two of them are inexperienced, I think we got it. GO HOME. Go see about that lady of yours. Hell, she puts up with your old mean ass, go take care of her for once.”

Dean swallowed back the retort of how he was about to take care of Jonathan’s ass if he didn’t watch his damn mouth, because honestly, he had a point.

Y/N had given up everything to take care of him after his accident. Here he was worried about leaving a fucking shop. SHE should be his priority, not this place. 

“Okay, okay,” Dean said, making up his mind. “I’m going home. If you have any problems, call me.”

“Atta boy!” Jonathan agreed before disappearing back into the garage. 

Dean’s hands trembled with anxiety as he grabbed his keys and made his way towards the garage door. He felt like he was moving too slow, and he cursed his fucking failure of a body for not being able to move faster than what it was. He wanted to be with her -right that moment, not have to struggle his way to the car. 

Dean was pretty sure he would end up with a ticket in the mail for running that redlight, but he didn’t have time to give a shit. No matter how fast he drove, it didn’t feel like it was fast enough to get to his girl. Which is why when the redlight stopped him in the middle of an empty intersection, Dean said ‘fuck it’ and just ran the damn thing. 

Dean swore as he closed his front door behind him, finally able to breathe a sigh or relief.

Everything in the house seemed just as it was when he left it that morning. Nothing at all was out of place. Even the newspaper he left open on the table for Y/N to clip the coupons out of was still laying open just as he’d left it. One thing was missing though, and that was the fact that Y/N wasn’t in the kitchen where he would usually find her when he came home this close to lunchtime. It made his chest tighten; those old hunter instincts that he kept buried resurfaced with force. 

His feet carried him up the stairs as his heart hammered painfully against his ribcage. If something was really wrong. If his girl was in trouble, he’d lose it. He’d absolutely lose it if he lost her for some reason. Hell, there’d be no living for him anymore. He knew that. He couldn’t do this without her. 

With shaking hands, Dean slowly opened the door to their shared bedroom, and that’s where he found her, curled into a ball in bed, covers wrapped tightly around her, sound asleep. His legs were shaking so hard at this point that he could only shut the door, and then stand there, attempting to slow his heart back down, and catch his breath. 

As if sensing him, Y/N’s eyes opened, and she frowned when she saw him standing there, probably looking pale as fuck in the doorway. Here she was, the sick one, and she was still trying to take care of him. 

“Dean?” She questioned as she set up slowly, as if she didn’t trust herself to move too fast. 

As soon as his name fell from her lips, his feet carried him towards the bed, almost like a bolt of electricity had hit him in the ass, and forced him to move from the spot he was frozen to. 

“What are you doing here?” she questioned hoarsely, adjusting the pillows behind her so that she was able to sit up more comfortably as he planted himself on the edge of the bed next to her. “I told you I would be fine, there was no need for you to worry.”

“Well, you know me sweetheart, worry is my middle name,” Dean tried to lighten the mood by giving her the best smart ass smirk he could come up with, but she countered with what he thought was the most adorable bitchface that he’d ever seen, and all he could do was stifle the laugh. 

“I’m fine Dean, really. Honestly, as strange as it sounds, I feel perfectly fine now, and I’m honestly just tired and kinda hungry,” Y/N confessed, looking a little embarrassed at her lap where she had her hands folded that he’d bothered to come home, when apparently there wasn’t anything wrong; or at least she felt that there was nothing wrong. 

“What happened sweetheart?” Dean pressed. Even though she seemed perfectly fine, he was still more than a little concerned, and he couldn’t shake it. 

“I don’t know,” she admitted, her brows furrowed in thought. “I woke up, was going to take a shower and meet you at the shop for lunch because you let me oversleep… again.” She paused, giving him an evil look, but he didn’t cower, she was so tired the last few nights, how could he not let her sleep in for a few days? 

“Then when I went upstairs to take a shower and get dressed, I got violently sick. It lasted about an hour, I fell asleep right before I texted you, now I feel fine. Like nothing ever happened, and I’m just really, really tired.”

Dean’s shoulders tensed as he thought it over. His mind was racing a mile a minute. Did she just eat something bad? That couldn’t be, because he ate everything she had, and he was fine. Was she just over tired? He’d never heard of that making someone vomit before, though it wasn’t impossible for it to. 

Then it hit him like a rolling steam engine….

“Baby,” Dean questioned, taking her hands and forcing her to look up at him. Suddenly his chest felt tight all over again, and a fresh wave of nerves settled in his stomach. “Can I ask you something?”

Her confused silence at his behavior was his only answer, so he continued cautiously, afraid of her reaction to his own conclusion. 

“Are you late?”

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[justagirlinafandomworld]

Personally, February was quite a year, so please join me in saying good riddance! *waves as February slips on by* Luckily, I was able to keep my reading queue full for most of it. Peruse at your leisure and be sure to gush over the stories you love. If anyone is going to appreciate your excitement, it's the people who typed it up and clicked that publish button. ❤️

This list is alphabetical by fandom (mostly), then by character.

Summaries and warnings are included as provided by the authors.

Happy Reading!

2023 reading list | fic rec masterlist

Dividers provided by @firefly-graphics

DC

The Other Half series by @youvebeenlivingfictional Bruce Wayne x Reader You glance at the man, then freeze, eyes widening. There’s no way that the goddamn Prince of Gotham is on your counter right now. Luckily for you, he’s focused on the tie clips. Maybe he knows you’re staring and is just ignoring it. Maybe he’s just so used to the sensation that he simply doesn’t register it anymore. Warnings: Canon-typical violence, angst, fluff, explicit sexual content

Marvel

Mafia Ask by @angrythingstarlight Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Reader ASK: what would be bucky's reaction if malyshka playfully smacked his ass Warnings: Spanking, dom!Bucky, bratty!wife.

Marc thinks the reader loves Steven more by @softlyspector Marc Spector x Reader Prompt: Insecure marc because reader loves Steven more maybe? Warnings: Angst with a happy ending.

Waves of Love by @flordeamatista Namor x Reader When you look into the water, you see the reflection of love. Warnings: poetic fluff, soft smut (fingering), beach soft smut, kisses, ocean love, slight angst but just amor

The Little Things in Life series by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor dark!Steve Rogers x Reader Your suburban life begins to show cracks and your next door neighbour, Steve Rogers, seems intent on shattering what’s left. Warnings: non-consent sex

Lies by @cockslutpadalecki Steve Rogers x Female Reader What is a couple of little white lies between friends? Warnings: mentions of a toxic relationship, oral sex (male receiving), exes being fuck buddies, explicit sexual content, 18+.

Broken Promises by @cockslutpadalecki Steve Rogers x Reader Prompt: “Fuck me like a starved animal or leave.” Warnings: fwb relationship, female masturbation, explicit sexual content, 18+.

I Wish I Had That by @girl-next-door-writes Steven Grant x Reader, Marc Spector x Reader Marc has found himself a girlfriend, and Steven is happy for him, he really is. Problem is, Steven wishes he’d met her first. Warnings: None provided.

Supernatural

Beers & Beef Jerky by @princessmisery666 Dean Winchester x Female Reader Dean’s fantasy may just come true. Warnings: smut.

Push Your Luck by @cockslutpadalecki Dean Winchester x Reader Prompt: “Y’know, I’m holding back from fucking you over this kitchen counter, don’t push your luck.” Warnings: a little bit of teasing, bratty!reader, slight dom!Dean vibes,18+.

Your Way or the Rope by @cockslutpadalecki Demon!Dean x Reader Prompt: “I’ll fuck you for as long as you can stay awake… maybe after that too.” Warnings: bondage, a hint of dub-con, threat of oral sex, multiple orgasms, implications of somnophilia, a little Stockholm Syndrome, 18+.

Two At Once by @hoboal87 Dean Winchester x Reader x HunterCorp!Reader Dean catches you with his doppelgänger. Warnings: Smut, Crack, Threesome, implied open relationship

Trust Me by @carryonmywaywardcaptain MoC!Dean Winchester x Reader Dean’s losing his grip with the Mark, so you offer him a different outlet to work through some of his tension. Warnings: smidge of flangst, implied friends with benefits, implied (rough) future smut

In Living Color by @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior Dean Winchester x Y/N Y/N never knew how much color existed in the world till a green-eyed hunter stumbled into her path. Warnings/Explicit 18+: Implied smut. Kissing. Dean's hands very briefly up a skirt. Dean on a motorcycle. Dean in leather. Dean being an absolute 1950s smoke show! Slight AU!Dean. He's still a hunter, but he's a hunter in the '50s.

Don't You Forget It by @rizlowwritessortof Dean Winchester x Reader Prompts: “Listen to me, mister. You’re my knight in shining armor. Don’t you forget it.” & Supernatural episode: Regarding Dean. Warnings: Angst, pining, with a happy ending.

Trying Something New by @sofreddie Sam Winchester x Female Reader Sam and Y/N discuss kinks. Warnings: Pet Play, Discussion of Kinks, Implied Smut

Take It Easy by @there-must-be-a-lock Sam Winchester x Reader Prompt: “I want it to hurt.” Warnings: Discussion of rough sex but nothing on-screen. 300 words, mature.

Riding the Cavaletto Squarciapalle by @kickingitwithkirk Boy King!Sam Winchester x Reader Warnings: BDSM 18+, nudity, punishment, collar/lease, nipple clamps, blindfolds, restraints, foxtail plug, anal beads, wood horse, dildo insertion

Top Gun: Maverick

No One's In The Room series by @princessmisery666 Jake Seresin x Original Female Character (Ryleigh) Jake and Ryleigh find themselves stranded in a remote location when a mission goes sideways. Injured and dependent on his help, she gets a glimpse of the man beneath the façade of ‘The Terminator’. Once they are rescued, the bubble of their personal Vegas bursts, and Jake struggles with new emotions while Ryleigh hopes he will finally see the man she came to know when no one else is in the room. Warnings: enemies to lovers, slow burn, cheating mentioned, bad family relationships, friends with benefits, fluff, angst, asshole!Jake.

RPF

Checkmate series by @jawritter Jensen Ackles x Reader, King!Jensen x Handmaiden!Reader They’re just dreams, very vivid dreams, at least that’s what Jensen first thought when they started happening. Now, after a trip to a therapist office, he learns they might not be dreams after all, but rather memories of a past life that send him searching for an unpredicted turn of events that could effect the future…if he’s lucky, if she exist at all. Series Warnings: Angst, Language, Therapy Sessions, Hypnosis, Past Life Repression Therapy (Yes, it’s a thing), Character Death, Smut, Unprotected Smut, Soul Mates. Individual warnings will be placed over each chapter)

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[1000roughdrafts]

Supporting Characters x Reader Master List

Lots of stuff in here - Gabriel x Reader, John Winchester x Reader, Rowena x Reader, Charlie x Reader, Donna x Reader, Crowley x Reader, and more (general/no pairings)

Remember that there are some 18+ explicit works, so please heed all warnings!

Gabriel X Reader

💘Coffee Shop ~ fluff, Gabriel is very much alive and just full of surprises, isn’t he?

John Winchester x Reader 

Mini Series xx 

💚Stop Asking Me To Come Back ~ flangst, kissing; Y/N and John have always had a cat and mouse chase type of relationship, where one runs and the other chases, and vice versa, but typically fall into a Dom/Sub type of relationship. John is tired of the games and when Y/N realizes she wants something more she’s too little too late. 

💚Stop Asking Me To Come Back (2) ~ 18+, smut

Wayward Women x Reader 

Charlie x Reader 

💖Confessions ~ one shot, flangst, heavy topics; You were best friends with Charlie since elementary school. One day, she just vanished. During the years you spent without her, you went down a dark path that brought you onto a road of addiction. Now she has returned to spend a day with you and talk about all the years that have passed without each other.   

Rowena x Reader 

💖What Happens During Research ~ fluff; no plot, just silliness 

💖 You Look Yummy ~ 18+ 100% smut literally nothing but sex

Donna X Reader 

💖Don’t Leave Me, Not Again ~ flangst; When a hunt in Minnesota goes awry and the Winchester’s go silent, you ask your ex-girlfriend, Donna, for help

Crowley x Reader

One Shots xx Both 18+ / Explicit

Hush -  unprotected vaginal penetration, oral sex (female receiving), BDSM, this isnt ddlg but it kinda has that vibe, a bit of an OOC Crowley,

A Night With The King - Request from Anon: Can I have Crowley flirting with a v nervous and quiet reader? Maybe w a splash of Dean jealousy because he’s been pining after her forever?

General:Supernatual x Reader (no pairings) 

💛Cop Car ~ (Dean, Sam, Reader) Drabble; reader stole a cop car and Dean wants to drive it. 

💛Saving Dean ~(Dean, Reader, Sam) imagine 

💛Live and Let Die ~(Sam, Dean, LittleSister!Reader) angstish,fluff; After years of arguing with your older brothers, they finally let you go out and hunt on your own, but it was nothing like what you expected. After killing your first demon, you call them up for some comfort.   

💛Cherry Pie ~ Drabble; Dean loves pie, what else can I say?

💛It’s Time to Let Me Go ~ angst; Raphael has started a war with only one request to end it all: you. Are Sam and Dean willing to let you go to save the world?   

💛Hi Dad ~ Drabble; based off of this prompt -  “She stared at him, holding her favorite teddy bear in one hand and his pistol in the other. “Hi dad,” she whispered.

💛Little Tree Part One | Part Two ~ Being a sheriff in a small town, you were surprised when a body was found, making it the first murder in over 50 years. The alarm bells really went off when the FBI showed up as quick as they did. Despite your initial thoughts, you were lucky that they had. (completed)  

💛 Coming Out - Request from @the-nb-florist "I was wondering if you could make a brotherly sam and dean where the reader comes out as Non Binary? The Reader is like Fem but they identify more with mass stuff. I just want supper fluff and sweet. Thank you so much!!"

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[winchest09]

Yours To Protect - Masterlist

Pairing: Bodyguard!Dean Winchester x F!Reader

Universe: AU

Summary: Y/N was a highly independent woman, focusing much more on her career than she did on men and relationships. She had no time to commit to something long term, opting instead to go in search of one night stands. It was fun, exhilarating, and freeing to be in control of her own life. No ties, no constraints, no commitments. Yet, while walking home after one incredible night in the arms of another, she finds herself walking into something that would change her life…forever.

Rating: 18+

Warnings:  Angst, murder, violence, darker themes, flangst, smangst, smuff, smut. Enemies to lovers, smidge of fake dating. All chapters will be tagged accordingly.

~ Get 6 weeks ahead! ~ This series is currently five weeks ahead on Patreon right now and will post every Wednesday until completion! ~Tag List is open!~ —————————————————– Main Masterlist —————————————————–

Chapter One

Chapter Two 

Chapter Three  

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six 

Chapter Seven - Posting 31st August  (Available on Patreon)

Chapter Eight - Posting 7th September  (Available on Patreon)

Chapter Nine - Posting 14th September  (Available on Patreon)

Chapter Ten - Posting 21st September  (Available on Patreon)

Chapter Eleven - Posting 28th September ( Available on Patreon )

Chapter Twelve - Posting 5th October  (Patreon on 24th August)

Chapter Thirteen -  Posting 12th October (Patreon on 31st August)

Chapter Fourteen -  Posting 19th October (Patreon on 7th September)

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[my-proof-is-you]

If It Kills Me - Masterlist

Part 1

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[msmarvelouswinchester]

Erm...Hello!

It has been a while.

So, *clears throat* HOW ARE YOU?

I had been away for months because my life went like 📈📉📈📉📈

Any ways, I am kinda back? Or rather trying to be back?

And obviously what is a better way to be back other than with a oneshot? A Dean Winchester x Reader story nonetheless😏 it is a flangst!

Anyone willing to read it?

I am pretty sure, I have lost my old taglist, so hmu to tag you in the story if you want to read it or just to talk! I don't bite😅

A little snippet of the Oneshot -

His voice washed over her and the sobbing turned into sniffles. She sniffled against the now wet, snot-covered spot on Dean’s tshirt before her red-rimmed, puffy eyes found his worried green ones. “‘M sorry,” she whimpered.

“Hey, shh, what're you sorry for? For ruining my shirt? Oh, I'll just bribe Sammy to do the laundry,” Dean grinned but the worry never left his eyes.

“I just—Dean, I'm sorry for…s-showing up tonight unannounced…I shouldn't have…what was I even thinkin’? Dean, I’ll—uh…see myself out.” Y/N said, and fidgeted in Dean’s grip but he was reluctant to let go. Not when she had just shown up a few minutes ago and broke down in his arms.

Dean said, “Stop, Y/N. Stop. It's alright. That's what best friends are for.” Nope, not letting you go this time.

“But…” Did you forget the part where we dated and broke up and vowed to never see each other again because it would break our hearts even more?

#hi i am back! #dean winchester #dean x reader #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x y/n #dean x y/n #supernatural

[fallingintolife]

Masterlist

Requests: OPEN

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Supernatural

Sam Winchester x Reader

Oneshots

All I Want For Christmas is You (Fluff)

Hot Night Getaway (Fluff)

Baking Confusion (Fluff)

Shopping Surprises (Fluff, Dean focused but still cute Sammy x reader)

Secrets and Sickness (Flangst/Sickfic)

Just Keep Swimming (Flangst)

Mother Knows Best (Flangst with some Hurt/Comfort)

Dean Winchester x Reader

Oneshots

Oh, Come On! (Fluff)

Happy 44th Birthday Dean Winchester (Fluff)

Hold Onto Me, I'm A little Unsteady (ANGST)

#masterlist #supernatural masterlist #spn masterlist #fallingintolife masterlist

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Top 5 favourite series that you have read/written that have angst but also fluff... I guess it's called Flangst??????

I think almost all of my series have flangst to a degree 😂 I know you said top 5 but how about top 11? Even narrowing this down was hard!

More Than You Bargained For Masterlist (Bodyguard!Jensen x reader) 

A Place To Call Home (Jensen x foster daughter!reader)

If I Fell For You (Jensen x nanny!reader) 

Frat Boy Masterlist (college AU!Dean x reader) (smut)

The Fake Boyfriend Masterlist (AU!Dean x reader) 

Dark Nights Masterlist (Alpha!Dean x Omega!reader)

Broken Like Me (Model!Dean x reader) 

The Girl Next Door (Neighbor/Mechanic!Dean x Baker!reader)

Love Her (Doctor!Dean x foster daughter!reader) 

Strangers (Doctor!Dean x patient!reader) 

Feral (Alpha!Dean x Omega!reader) (Completed) 

[smol-and-grumpy]

Afterglow - Ch. 13

af·ter·glow | \ ˈaf-tər-ˌglō

a pleasant effect or feeling that lingers after something is done, experienced, or achieved

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Running away from her life, Y/N ends up on the doorstep of her boyfriend’s apartment. In this story of heartbreak, survival, friendship and love; she gets her first taste of the real L.A. and not the city she had often dreamed about. Her first hurdle? Dean Winchester; the grumpy neighbor who becomes more than just a pain in her ass. Yet, as things start to spiral, she soon realizes that the green eyed resident from next door is a better person than she’s given him credit for.

Chapter Warnings: Flangst?

WC: 3,716

Series Beta’d by: @winchest09​​ <3

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Dean’s standing there in the middle of his apartment, the sound of the door slamming still resonating through his whole body. His chest is rising, and falling as he breathes hard, nostrils flaring with every inhale. His fist clenches and unclenches next to his thighs. His jaw ticks.

This fucking girl always manages to get under his fucking skin.

He’s torn between following her out, or being the biggest petulant child that he could muster and staying put. She’s going to come around, he’s almost ninety-two percent sure of it. But then there’s still something nagging away at his mind. What if she doesn’t? What if the things they’ve thrown in each other’s faces change things? What if it affects how they behave around each other and changes the way they talk? Or worse – what if she changes the way she thinks of him? Dean realizes, with certain clarity, that he can live with her silent treatments for a while, or her turning her cold shoulder towards him, but he can’t and won’t settle for her seeing him in a different light. He doesn’t think he could bear to live in a reality where she thinks the worst of him.

“Fuuuuuuuuuck!” He screams, carding his fingers through his hair before pulling at the short strands. He turns around, his vision blurring. “Fuck!” He shouts again, sticking his foot out to kick at his coffee table, causing it to flip over. Next is the plotted pant which Sammy got him; he hauls it against a wall. It leaves a dent before hitting the floor, the pot destroyed, soil spilling around his TV and record player.

Dean’s already at the dining table, his fingers wrapping around one of the chairs. He lifts it up and is about to smash it against the refrigerator when suddenly, a big fat black blob appears in his blurred vision.

He hears a meow despite the loud thumping of his own heartbeat in his ears.

Immediately, he lets the furniture in his grasp clatter to the floor and lowers himself onto his knees before he lies flat on his back against the cool surface of the laminate underneath him. He rubs both hands over his face as his chest heaves from exhaustion.

“Fuck,” he mumbles into his open palms.

A couple of deep inhales and exhales later, something furry bumps against his elbow, and then he hears another meow, this one softer.

Dean slowly retracts his hands from his face, tilts his head to look at Cat who doesn’t look very happy. He can’t really tell since the animal looks grumpy most of the time anyway but there’s something there in the animal’s expression that’s far from the feline’s usual demeanor.

“Hey buddy,” he says softly, before lifting the furball the cat into his lap as he sits up. Dean strokes its head. “I’m an idiot.”

The meow it gives him is drawn out, as if it knows and agrees with Dean’s statement. He can’t fault not-his cat for that.

“I should probably go apologize,” he adds, to which the feline bumps its head against his chest, over and over again. The animal jumps up then, gets off his lap, and walks over to the door. Dean rolls his eyes, “Okay, jeez, okay. I’m going.”

He strides over, the clanging of his metal belt buckle reminding him that he needs to do up his fly and tidy himself up. Last thing he needs right now is to add more fuel to the fire by giving her a reminder of his sexual act. Quickly, he does just that, before he looks back at Cat who’s already starting to make a mess with the soil that’s spilled on the floor. “I swear if you shit in there, you’re going to clean it up yourself,” Dean grumbles before he opens the door to leave.

Without hesitation, he rejoins the party, ducking everyone else who’s in his way because he’s on a mission. He hopes he doesn’t look as bad as he feels. But then again, who fucking cares really.

As he makes his rounds, he can’t spot Y/N anywhere. Also, Dick has left the party already, along with his friend who had been weirdly dressed in a white suit, probably thinking he was the second coming of Jesus Christ or some shit.

He checks the bathroom too, just in case, but she’s not there either. Making his way back out into the living room, he bumps into Max who’s walking along the hallway with Alex. Dean’s pretty sure they were holding hands but once they saw him, Max quickly let go. He really, really wants to bash the dude’s head against the wall, but there’s no time for that, he’s got to find Y/N.

“Hey, Dean. Still here?”

“Yeah, have you seen Y/N?” He asks.

“No,” the boyfriend answers, short.

“’K,” Dean nods, equally abrupt and curt, before he walks back to the front of the apartment and slips out.

He runs back into his apartment, retrieves his helmet and then he’s back out, walking to the parking lot, searching for Y/N. Dean jogs around the whole building, calling out for her occasionally but she hasn’t answered. A second glance around the lot confirms that her car is still here. She can’t go very far without transportation. Shit, where the fuck is she?

Getting on his motorcycle he slowly drives along the route she would take in order to get to the grocery store. When he arrives there, Dean gets off his bike and rushes inside, looking down each aisle in hopes of finding her, but she isn’t in here either.

Slowly, but surely, he starts to panic.

She doesn’t know a lot of people here, doesn’t know a lot of places yet, so where could she have gone?

Once he’s back and saddled on his bike, Dean drives to the only other place he thinks she could be.

  *

  The club is having a slow night, despite it being a weekend, and Cherry being a headliner. It could only mean one thing; Cherry has run her course. Although to be honest, he can’t fault anyone for not wanting to watch that train wreck anymore.

“Hey, you’re not supposed to be here.” Donna who’s still on shift greets him. “Thought you’re going to be at the party?”

“Nope,” he answers short, “Have you seen Y/N come in here?”

“She’s not at her own celebrations?”

Dean winces slightly, not sure how he can approach that subject, “She was but then she wasn’t.” Is the only thing he reveals.

The blonde shrugs, “Well, I’ve been busy since we’re short staffed due to two girls calling in sick, if she’s in, she made it past me. But now, I really have to go back.”

“Right.”

Donna disappears to the front before Dean can nod, so he decides to ask at the bar. Benny hasn’t seen her either, so Dean’s fairly sure that she didn’t retreat to work. But then, again, where could she be if not here?

He rasps his knuckles against the bar counter, mind raking through the possible places she could be when suddenly, his phone starts to ring in his pocket. Dean fishes it out to see Garth’s face flashing at him from his screen. How he came around to having Garth’s number programmed in his phone, let alone a picture of the dude, is a mystery to him. It must have been on one of those drunken nights, after the club had closed and he and Benny went for a bite, he isn’t really sure, not that he wants to find out anyway.

Swiping his thumb over the screen, he brings his phone to his ears, “Garth?”

“Yeah, Dean.” The other man says into the phone, rather chipper. Dean sticks his index finger into his other ear in order to be able to hear better. “Your friend is here.”

“Y/N?”

“Yup. It looks like she was crying, and I don’t know who to contact. Do you want me to call someone else?”

“No, no. That’s great. Thank you for letting me know. I’ll be right there.”

He hangs up swiftly, before looking in Benny’s direction to tell him that he’s leaving, “She’s with Garth. Gonna go there now.”

The other man nods in response.

Just as Dean takes his first step towards the exit, cold fingers wrap themselves around his bicep. He turns around to face no other than Lisa.

“Deeeaaaan,” the woman slurs, lips curving up into a grin, “why did you break up with me?” She pouts, pushing her bottom lip out. It’s definitely not a good look on her. Especially with that slightly smeared mascara and lipstick.

“I didn’t break up with you, Lisa because we were never in a relationship,” he says, leaving no ground for discussions.

“Says you,” she laughs, pressing closer so that they’re chest to chest, and Dean can smell the stale alcohol on her breath. He’s also sure that she’s taken something else too. “C’mon… come to the back? I’ll give you a lap dance, for free.” She wants to take a step further, but she stumbles, and Dean reacts, holding her up with a hand on her hip and the other on her arm. The brunette seizes the opportunity, throwing her arms around his neck, giggling.

“Listen—” Dean’s a little annoyed, “—I really need to go.”

“Where?”

“None of your business.”

“It’s her, isn’t it?” Lisa smacks her lips, “It’s always something with her, Dean. She’s bad news.”

Dean ignores her, signals for Benny with his eyes. Thankfully, the man can read him like a book. In an instant, his friend comes around the bar and basically pries Lisa from his body.

“I got her, you go, brother.”

Dean nods, while Lisa thrashes in Benny’s grip.

“Dean!” He hears her call out, “Get off me you asshole!” That’s probably aimed at Benny, but he wouldn’t know because he doesn’t look back.

  *

  He’s at Garth’s ten minutes later, having run through several red lights. Dean knows he’s risking a lot by driving so recklessly, but can anyone really blame him? He just wanted to get to her quick and make sure that she’s alright – all the hurtful things they said to each other aside. It wasn’t his finest hour, nor was it something he was proud of. Hence why now he’s here trying to fix whatever might be broken.

The place is busy but not overly packed. As soon as he steps inside, Garth who’s holding a tray of hot food motions him towards a booth in the back with a jerk of his head.

Dean nods his thanks, before hurriedly weaving his way through the diner. He sees her hunched over a chocolate milkshake, playing with the straw but not quite drinking it, seeing that the glass it came in is still almost full.

He slips into the booth on the opposite side of her wordlessly. If she’s noticed him, she doesn’t show. So, they sit there in agonizing silence, and Dean wanted to start the conversation at least seven times, but he doesn’t. He’s going to wait until she’s ready.

Several deep sighs from her side later, Y/N finally looks at him, fixes him with a glare while she lifts her eyebrows and furrows them at the same time. He has to hold back a smirk at how cute she looks right in this moment. He doesn’t want to screw his chances.

“How did you find me?”

“Garth.”

“Traitor,” she grumbles. Dean takes it Garth was told not to tell.

“C’mon, he’s not bad. He just wants to make sure you’re alright.”

There’s that quirk of the eyebrow again, “Yeah, I guess he’s not that bad. Gave me the milkshake for free because I spent my last money on the Uber to come here.”

“And why didn’t you drink it?” He asks, even though he knows the answer. She never wants to burden other people and she thinks Garth giving her something for free will ruin him greatly.

Sometimes, Dean thinks, she doesn’t know that people want to do something for her too, and not because they pity her but because they genuinely like her. Somehow, she doesn’t think she deserves any of it, and it’s fucked up. Life is not about always giving. Sometimes, you can get something in return too, and she deserves so much more than what life threw at her. Dean understands it now, growing up privileged doesn’t mean that one has it easy. Sure, about eighty percent of them probably do have it easy but the rest are the exception to the rule, and she is one of them.

Y/N goes back to playing with her straw, pokes around in her milkshake and Dean just wants to scream at her that she should fucking drink it because Garth won’t serve it to anyone else anyway. He’s about to open his mouth when she speaks.

“I’m not a whore.”

Shit.

Dean swallows, “No, you’re not. God, Y/N, I know you’re not. I’m sorry I said it, okay? It’s… you irritated the fuck out of me, and it just came out. I didn’t mean it. You know I didn’t mean it, right?”

She stares at him, tilts her head a little, as if she’s trying to figure out if what he said was true. Then, she nods, “And I’m sorry I said that you were a prostitute.”

“Ah-” he waves a hand, “-you’re kind of right, and I’m not proud of it. I did that a couple of times back when I was really scraping by to get some work in the industry. And I don’t know… it’s just hard to stop when I still have the hope that there might be something in return, y’know? And you walking in on us and seeing me at my lowest while pointing out my weakness made me angry, because it made me realize how stupid I am, and how pathetic I’m being because I’m sure as hell Amara does not want to give me a part whatsoever. So, I wasn’t angry at you, I was angry at myself.”

Y/N nods. She bites on her bottom lip, releasing it again before smacking them together. He tries not to look too hard at her mouth, it’s not healthy for him.

“I get it.” She says then, pausing to take a drag from the straw — fucking finally, before she goes on, “I guess we do all kinds of stupid things when we’re desperate.”

Dean snorts.

The next time she looks at him, her eyes are soft, and they hold so much emotion; they almost render him speechless. “I don’t want that for you, though. You’ve already come so far, Dean. You have a freaking agent! You don’t need to sleep around for a part. You’ll see, after this movie is out, you’ll get more roles and they’ll keep on getting better. That’s what I want for you, to be successful in doing something you love.”

He ducks his head as he feels his ear burning. When he looks up again, she’s smiling at him. And he says, “You know I want that for you too, right?”

She bites her lips again, smiling behind it. “Maybe we can make it someday.”

“Yeah,” Dean agrees. “Someday.”

As if on cue, Garth shows up and asks if they wanted anything.

Dean looks at her, “You hungry?”

“I’m starving.”

“Please get us the usual, Garth,” he says to the man, watches him nod and stalk away before he turns his attention back to her, lifting an eyebrow, “What? You didn’t eat anything at your party?”

“Ugh, don’t get me started.” She rolls her eyes, “I hated it, Dean. I hated the party and I hated everyone who attended. I don’t even fucking know them!” She’s so worked up, so enraged, it really shouldn’t be so endearing.

Before Dean can get a word in, her phone that’s placed upside down on the table buzzes with an incoming text. She flips it over and the screen lights up. She doesn’t have one of those couple pictures as her background; that knowledge shouldn’t make him feel this happy.

“Max?” He asks cautiously. Surely, he’s getting worried now he knows the birthday girl has disappeared.

“No,” she sighs, “My dad. I’ve unblocked him.”

“That’s good right?” He asks, a little unsure.

“I guess we’re trying to patch things up. It’s about time.” Y/N shrugs, “He wants me to go back.”

“Of course he does, you’re his daughter.” He manages to smirk, even though the thought of her not being here anymore makes him sad. But he and she both know that it would probably be better for her than being here. “You’re thinking about it?”

She snorts, “I don’t want to. I told him that much. I can’t,” she lets out a dramatic sigh, “Dean, I can’t go back to my old life and work my old job.”

“What did you do? It can’t be worse than what you do now, right?” He seriously doubts that the life she’s running from would be worse than being here with a boyfriend who doesn’t care, and working a job where she has to show off parts of her body in order to make ends meet.

“I was a lawyer.” She deadpans. He’s a little taken aback by it. Wow. What is she doing stripping then? With the next breath, she says, “A criminal defense lawyer. It sucks the life out of you.”

Oh. Yeah. That, he gets.

Dean bumps his foot to hers, “So? You could take the bar and practice law here? L.A. is full of criminals who need to be defended.”

Y/N actually chuckles, and Dean takes that as a win. “I’m not taking the fucking bar again. I barely passed the last time.”

That gets a laugh out of him.

Garth arrives with their food, and they continue to talk about more light-hearted things in order to lift up both their spirits. It’s when they’re slurping on the remainder of their milkshakes that Dean notices what she’s wearing. He grins stupidly wide. A kind of grin that draws her attention.

“What?” She asks, hand going to her mouth, “Do I have something–”

“–No,” Dean shakes his head, “Just only noticed now that you’re wearing my gifts.”

“Oh,” her fingers playing with the cat earrings, “Thank you. It’s very thoughtful of you. I actually came over to thank you, you know, before it blew up in our faces.”

“Yeah, uh, let’s just pretend it never happened.” He winces, and then, just because she really, really looks cute wearing it, and it’s worth every little penny he spent on it, he’s got to let her know, “They look good on you.”

“I love them.”

Dean ducks his head, hiding his grin that’s splitting his face in two.

    After the meal, Dean had driven her home on his motorbike. Y/N leaned her chest against his back, wrapping her arms around his waist while the cool night air breezes around her. And maybe, for the first time in so long, she feels safe. There’s something between Dean and her. Some understanding on a profound level. Something she’s not having with any of her other friends, let alone her boyfriend. It’s a good feeling to know that there’s at least someone out there, who’s got her, no matter what. Who is willing to come look for her, who’s worried about her safety and well-being. She’s glad to have Dean.

Once they arrive at her door, the music’s still blasting loudly.

“You sure you don’t wanna come in?” She asks.

“Nah,” Dean shakes his head but then he straightens up, “Unless you need me to?”

She has to smile at that. He’d suffer through a bad party just to be there for her. It’s too cute. But honestly, she can’t do that to him. It’s enough that she has to put up with all the fake and stuck-up people; no need to drag Dean further into it. So, she declines his offer, “I got this.”

He nods, “Good night, Y/N. Call if there’s anything, okay?”

“I will,” she promises, before opening the door and letting the music plus the musky air seep out of her apartment.

As usual, Dean watches her until the door closes in his face.

  *

  An hour later, and she’s cleaning up the mess with Max. At least he does help, she has to give him that.

“So, I was thinking…” he starts while emptying a couple of solo cups over the sink.

Oh, here we go, Y/N thinks to herself, wondering what it is this time. “What were you thinking?” She asks in a sweet voice.

“I’m looking at apartments.”

“Are you?” She opens the trash bag in her hand, letting him throw his cups in.

Max nods, “Yeah, Beverly Hills. One bedroom, nothing big.”

“I don’t think we can afford that,” she says, truthful. Look, she’s no expert but places in Beverly Hills are fucking expensive, and she doubts that Max will settle for the lower tier apartments. And yeah, sure, she could sell her car, but it’s a gift from her dad, she had never sold a gift before in her life, and only wants to do it when there aren’t any other options left.

“We could if you dance a little more?”

There it is… the words she dreaded. Because of course it would all boil down to that, wouldn’t it?

“I don’t know Max. Besides, I like it here.” Because Dean’s here, she thinks but not saying it out loud.

“Babe, it’s better for my reputation. People will respect me more.” He comes around and wraps his arms around her waist, “Hhm? At least think about it. Can you do that?” He places a kiss on her cheek, and god, it really doesn’t feel the same anymore. She hasn’t felt what she felt at the beginning of the relationship since she’s been here. She hasn’t felt wanted by him – only needed, and for entirely monetary reasons.

“I’ll think about it,” she promises him, because she thinks that, maybe, there’s still something to be saved in their relationship. Some may call her naïve, and perhaps she is.

Ch. 14

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