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Spotless: Schleppen

Chapter Sixteen

Featuring: Dean Winchester/Reader, Dean/Bela

Other characters: Sam/Madison, Lee/Pam/Benny, Jesse/Cesar, Charlie/OFC, unnamed female character

Word Count: 2644

Warnings, etc: Mutual pining, everyone is hungover, Dean steps in it, Sam is so done with their shit, unbeta'd

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Dean didn’t sleep. Or if he did, it was in the last gasps of darkness and so short, he couldn’t feel its relief. Alcohol affects the REM cycle, so whoever taught him to have a drink before bed to help with his insomnia (John) was wrong. It was just one of the many things he’d learned in therapy. Dean found he had many things yet to unlearn.

No one who had stayed over was in any better shape when he got downstairs.

Bela and Trouble had bunkered down on the couch in the den, Charlie had claimed one of the bedrooms with a woodland elf, the other spare went to Pam and Lee, but Dean was pretty sure he had heard Benny through the walls, so maybe him too. The other girl Charlie brought along was on the floor curled around Jesse fruitlessly, because Cesar, who was sitting with his back to the end of the couch, still asleep, held his partner’s head in his lap. He wondered if Sam was already up and running until Madison came down the stairs in search of caffeine with a shirtless and rumpled Sam on her heels.

“Morning,” Dean said smugly to them both.

Madison met his gaze and tried not to blush, which Dean found oddly refreshing, while Sam just flipped him off and dove in for a cup of coffee before it was even done brewing.

They moved in hushed whispers, but the Winchesters’ words were doomed to carry with their baritone. After Madison admonished them for not having more to eat in their fridge, Dean stepped up and ordered a combo of both greasy and sweet options to be delivered with an impressive tip to the driver for their discretion.

Bela helped herself to Dean’s shower and some of his clothes. And if anyone had found it odd that they hadn’t slept together, no one was ballsy enough to mention it. Or maybe they were all just too hungover to care. 

He still hadn’t seen Pam and company emerge and he wondered if he was going to have to risk walking in on some alternative hangover cures. 

Luckily for everyone, the pounding on the front door for the food was enough to rouse the stragglers and beckon them back to civilization.

“Happy 2018 everybody!” Pam croaked with a shiteating grin on her face as she took in everyone’s subdued state.

She was met with lackluster replies, grumbles and a very sarcastic cheer from Charlie. She tutted at them and sauntered her way towards the jelly donuts.

As rough as he felt, Dean lived for mornings (or early afternoons) like this. His kitchen was filled with people he loved, sharing food and just existing together, safe and warm. It’s what being in a band was all about. He started another pot of coffee when Bela slinked over and hugged him from behind, resting her face between his shoulder blades.

“I’ll just have a nap right here, thanks,” she mumbled against his shirt.

“Oh yeah?” Dean peered down at her. “You know, you can take my bed if you’re still tired, not gonna rush anybody out today.”

“‘S too far,” Bela complained. “And I already showered, no sense delaying the inevitable.”

Dean turned in her arms, letting her rest against his chest instead. He rubbed her back and looked up when he felt someone watching him. You sat folded in on yourself on one of the tall chairs, looking as if you were going to puke all over the counter.

“You okay over there?” Dean asked, more alarm slipping into his voice than the jest he intended. He cleared his throat, but didn’t let go of Bela as she turned to look at who he was talking to.

Gaping at him like a deer caught in the headlights, you nodded. 

Dean reminded himself to breathe, feeling everything you were saying by the look in your eyes. He fucked up. But in that moment there was nothing he could say that would fix it. Bela was supposed to be his girl, it would be too obvious to step away from her now.

As much as he suddenly wanted distance, he held on tighter, like she was a shield against his feelings for you. And against the look of betrayal in your eyes.

“When do you want to leave— Y/N?” Bela broke through Dean’s silent spiraling and started making plans to get home.

“Lemme drive you guys— could use some fresh air,” Dean cut in before they could order a ride.

“Are you sure? I’m a little out of the way,” you asked, worried over being a burden or being trapped in a car with him, Dean couldn’t be sure.

“Positive, just say when, and I’ll get Baby all set to go,” Dean insisted.

Bela kissed Dean on the cheek and thanked him for a wonderful time, promising to text him her schedule later. She reached over the backseat to grab your hand, smiling mischievously, “another one for the books. See you at brunch?”

“If I can eat by then,” you muttered, smirking as she slid out of the car.

“Bye!” Bela called as she disappeared through the door from the garage into the kitchen.

Dean cleared his throat and leered at you in the rearview mirror.

“You gonna come up here or am I gonna have to call you Miss Daisy?”

You rolled your eyes at him, but you didn’t open your door.

“I can wait all day. If you think you can out- stubborn me–,”

“FINE!” you snapped, throwing open the door and almost slamming it into Bela’s car’s rear end. “Asshole.”

Dean tried not to laugh outright, but you were kind of adorable when you were pissed. Once you were situated in the passenger seat, purse and coat lumped on your lap and seat belt secured, Dean continued to wait.

“What?! We can go now.”

“Easy! I’m just adjusting my mirrors, don’t want to back into anything,” Dean added with an air of responsibility.

“You so were not,” you grumbled, huffing before leering at the sideview as Dean crawled out of Bela’s driveway.

It was going to be a long drive.

Once they were out of the canyon, Dean decided he was going to have to put some of those lessons from Missouri to use. “So— you wanna talk about it?”

You glared at him like he asked if you wanted to eat your jacket.

“Come on, I know you’re pissed. Let me have it,” Dean egged you on, okay, maybe he could have said that better.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you muttered, eyes on your hands.

“Really? You gonna pretend you’re not having a bitchfit right now?”

“Dean Henry Winchester, do not make me call Charlie and tell her you called me a bitch.” And just like that you were all in. “I cannot believe you right now.”

“I didn’t mean—”

“No, look, you can’t just go around kissing people and then shoving your relationship in their faces. It’s called mixed signals, asshole!”

“Oh, so you can call me an asshole, but I can’t call you names?!”

You crossed your arms over your chest. “It’s not the same and you know it.”

Dean sighed, he was letting himself get defensive instead of focusing on what you were really saying. It suddenly felt like a horrible idea to have this conversation when neither of you could escape.

“I don’t know what relationship you’re talking about— the fake dating thing you roped me into?! Cuz that’s not real, that’s playing nice— for you!” Dean hadn’t realized how much he resented you for this whole set up, but now that the words were out of his mouth, things made a lot more sense.

“Bullshit,” you spat.

“You want me to ignore her, huh? Pretend she’s not there, in front of everybody this could hurt if it gets out that it’s all a lie?!”

You turned on him then, taking a deep breath as Dean made sure he wasn’t too distracted to drive. “Is it a lie?”

Dean looked back at the road and licked his lips. How much did you know? How much was it safe to tell you? How much of Bela’s life was private, even from you?

“What are you talking about?! Of course it’s a lie, an act, a ruse! You were the mastermind here, remember?!”

“You know what, Dean? I think the lady doth protest too much,” you said. “I think you know it was wrong to do what you did, but now you’re trying to pin this on me. When I only did it to cover your ass!”

“That is so not fair. I own my shit. What are you really pissed at here? Me in general? Me kissing you? Me hugging Bela? Me making your job harder? WHAT?!”

You groaned. “YES! Okay? YES!”

You stopped your tirade and looked at him and Dean felt you deflate as he glanced back onto the road ahead.

You started over, trying for calm, “you are inherently annoying, I think we both know that.”

Dean huffed. “Yeah, thanks.”

“No, listen. I knew this thing wasn’t going to be easy— for any of us. But it’s the best way to turn everything around. But— if you can’t do it anymore, if there’s something you need to tell me, I’ll understand. We’ll figure it out, okay? Just— just don’t lie to me, okay? I can’t fix things if I don’t have the whole story.”

Dean felt about two inches tall. He wiped his hand down his face and growled, pissed at himself and whatever you were fishing for. Because it was still all his fault. Somehow, he had gotten you home, he pulled into the driveway and killed the engine.

“I can do it, okay? This is on me. I’ll make it right. I’ll be on my best behavior, get us out on tour without a hitch. Make the label all the money and start to earn back everybody’s respect. I owe them all that much,” Dean promised to your suspicious face.

“Dean—”

“What?”

“Is there anything I should know? Seriously. I won’t be pissed. I just— feel like, like I’m out of the loop on this.”

“You were there all night. I think you got a good idea how things are going. Uh, what more can I say, you know? I’m sorry, though, for making you worry. Okay?” Dean ducked his head, making sure you were seeing him, eyes trying to make you see what he couldn’t say, but what he most definitely felt.

Maybe he hadn’t learned anything from Missouri at all. But he was still trying.

“If you’re sure— we’ll keep it going. We've still got over a month before we’re on the road, but it’s gonna go fast now. I just need you to be on your A game,” you said firmly, cementing it into the fabric of your shared reality.

Just keep carrying on.

Dean could do that. He had to.

“Sounds like a plan. And Trouble, do me a favor?” Dean leaned over, slipping into his charming self. “You gotta loosen up, okay? Get a hobby, get laid, just find somewhere to put all this shit you carry so it’s not weighing you down. Okay?”

You sighed and rolled your eyes, tossing the door open and crawling out. “Like it’s that easy. Happy New Year, Dean, drive safe.”

“Later.”

Dean waited until you made it into the house before starting the engine back up. He didn’t go home right away, instead he took a drive along the coast, letting his mind try and untangle the knot you’d just made by having that conversation. 

Six am came way too early the following morning and with it, Sam pounding on Dean’s door to get his ass downstairs and into the gym. Right, his New Year’s resolution and his fucking brother holding him to it. 

“Gotta piss, calm down Billy Blanks,” Dean groaned, rolling out of bed.

He did his business, changed into something he could move around in, and finally found some tennis shoes at the back of his closet.

By the time he made it into the part of their basement they had turned into a gym, Sam was already sweating with a jump rope warm up. 

“What?! I’m here aren’t I? It’s not that late,” Dean grumbled at Sam’s judgey face.

They worked out with little discussion, spotting each other when they moved onto weights. They hadn’t worked out the details of this new shared routine, but slowly Dean felt it falling into place. The strain of his muscles and the swelling of his lungs all reminded him to be present and mindful. To let his body take over building when his mind wanted to use it to punish.

After they had stretched and were winding down, Dean decided to tape up his hands and spend some time on their speed bag. But, of course, that drew Sam’s attention.

Anything that hinted at Cain or Alastair always did.

“What?”

Sam looked him over. “You good?”

Dean didn’t want to have a different version of the trainwreck conversation the day before. But Sam knew everything, more or less anyway. Dean didn’t look up from his task, mesmerized by how soft his knuckles had gotten recently.

“I kissed Trouble.”

“You’ve got to be shitting me,” Sam laughed, actually, genuinely laughed at him. “How’d that go?”

Dean considered the act itself. “Well—- she didn’t hit me.”

Sam sat down on the end of the bench, settling in for the dirt. “Were you expecting her to?

Dean looked over and saw Sam was no longer teasing. “Could you blame her? Some guy like me? A fuck up with a history of diddling her friends?”

“Dean.”

“I know, I know. Believe in myself. I am worthy of love. I know, okay. Just… she didn’t say anything. Just stood there after pulling away, staring at me in total shock.”

“Did she kiss you back?”

Dean thought about it, remembering the way your mouth let him in. “At first, yeah.”

Sam chewed that over. “Does Bela know how you feel about her?”

“Sam, I’m not even sure how I feel about her.”

Sam rolled his eyes. “Yeah you are. You just have been too stupid and self deprecating to do anything about it. Does she?”

Dean shook his head.

“Are you guys fucking?”

“Not like, committedly.”

“Okay, well, you should probably stop that. And tell Trouble how deep you’re in it. Like, I hate being alone with you two, it’s so obvious.”

Dean flipped Sam off.

“What? No, I’m serious. You guys just need to get over your shit and tell each other how you feel. And warn me, because I do not want to come home for like a week after all those years of tension is finally worked out, god.”

Dean kind of gets lost in that image for a minute. “Nah, we’d go to her place. I wouldn’t do that to you.”

Sam couldn’t even tease him after how pathetic he sounded. “But first you need to tell her.”

Dean sighed. “I can’t. I promised her I’d behave and stick to the plan. I can’t risk pissing off Dick and Crowley anymore, I don’t want to jeopardize the band.”

“I’m pretty sure I told you this was a bad idea and I just want to reiterate that point,” Sam snarked.

“Yeah, well, them’s the breaks,” Dean huffed as he hauled himself up and squared off with the hanging bag.

He found a rhythm and kept on his toes.

“Dean, seriously, just tell her how you feel. Life’s too short, you know?” Sam said to Dean’s back.

Dean sighed, upping his pace. Because, yeah, life was really too short.

But there was still nothing he could do about it now.

Author's Note: LISTEN! I did not even outline the first 2/3rds of this chapter. IT just HAPPENED, so yeah, they're still both idiots.

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Chapter Seventeen: Trill

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[my-proof-is-you]

I Know Places

POV: it’s you and Dean against the world.

They can take their shots

We’re bulletproof

And I know for me

It’s always you

In the dead of night

Your eyes so green

And I know for you

It’s always me

I know places we can hide

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Tourniquet - Chapter Four

A Supernatural Dean x Reader Series Told Backwards

~Y/N has been by Dean’s side through his worst days, always there if he needs her, forever just a call away. Love is impossible to fight and more impossible to live with. Just a side character in his epic life, Y/N would give anything just to give Dean a moment’s peace.~

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The Things She Carried

She hadn’t seen him in years. 

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to. God, she wanted to so badly. She wanted to run into his arms, bury her face in his chest and fall asleep. She wanted to wake up next to him, count each freckle in the golden light of dawn. She wanted it all, she wanted him. 

But she couldn’t. She couldn’t bring herself to track him down, drive across the miles and land at his doorstep. She couldn’t imagine facing him after so long away, couldn’t bear the thought that he’d cast her away like some old trinket destined for the bin. 

She couldn’t risk it. She was road-weary and drained to the point of constant pain. Every muscle ached; every bone felt hollow and brittle. She was exhausted in her soul. She was done. 

Late at night she would lie awake and stare at whatever ceiling was overhead replaying her life, her choices good and bad. 

Maybe things would be different if she had run away with him when they were kids. Maybe she should have crossed the little stream sooner, hidden with him in the tall grass until they could escape and disappear forever. Would life be so different? Would they be together? Alive? Would the world still be turning if not for the sacrifices he’d made?

What about the sacrifices she’d made? What about all the days she spent alone, holding herself as blood seeped through her fingers? All the times she dropped everything to be there for him, all the days she spent worrying, all the nights she spent giving him whatever he needed whenever he needed it. Would anyone even remember her when she was gone? Would he?

Fuck him. He ruined one of the most important moments in her life. He stole her chance to say goodbye. While she reeled from his kiss, tried to make sense of his affection, the only other man she had ever loved had died. 

He died and she wasn’t there. He died knowing she wasn’t around. 

Fuck him for that. Fuck him for sleepless nights on the phone calming him down, listening to every trial and tribulation of his life. Fuck him for miles spent rushing to his side to wrap her heart around his wounds, staunch the flow. 

Fuck him for every kiss. 

Fuck him for every touch. 

For every fucking moment. 

The boy with the green eyes. 

Roswell, New Mexico, 2015. 

A string of murders of suspicious nature led older residents to announce that the aliens had returned to take revenge on the naysayers and folks there only to make a buck on the sacred landing spot. 

Y/N hadn’t been able to resist such a ridiculous scene and spent a week there investigating. 

In the end, they were just regular old murders committed by a regular old crazy person. No demons, no ghosts, and certainly no aliens were to be found. 

With nowhere else to be, she hung around the desert for a few more days, enjoying the sun and the dry air. 

She almost didn’t answer the phone when it rang, but curiosity had brought her to New Mexico in the first place, so there was no reason to deny its hold. 

Luckily, it wasn’t him. 

It was Sam. 

“Well, if it isn’t baby boy Winchester.” She laid back on the hood of her car and kicked up a knee. 

“Hey, Y/N.” 

He sounded terrible. Lack of sleep or too much stress, she couldn’t tell. She didn’t know Sam as well. Hadn’t studied him as closely, hadn’t learned every tick of speech, the meaning behind every subtle sigh.

Still, he didn’t sound great. 

“What’s going on, Sam?” 

He hesitated, swallowed hard, shifted the phone to his other ear. “I hate to ask you, I know you’re… Well, you’ve got your own thing going on, but-” 

Her eyes closed, her stomach churned. 

“Is he OK?” She couldn’t stop the tremble in her voice and she hated it. 

Sam cleared his throat. “No. No, I don’t think so.” 

“Shit.” 

Last she’d heard through the grapevine, Dean had died, again, and come back as a demon. She didn’t get a call back then, so for Sam to ask for help now- it was bad.

“I think he’d, uh… really like to see you.” 

The eleven-hour drive seemed endless, but it gave her time to think. 

No matter what she did, he would always be a part of her. No matter how far she ran, tried to hide, he would always win out in the end. It was useless to fight it, stupid to even try. 

Sam had given her directions to their place and Y/N stood outside of what looked to be an industrial hobbit hole.  

She leaned on her car and stared at the hill. There was still time to turn tail and hit the highway. He’d never even know she had been there. 

She fiddled with the chain around her neck, sucked on the metal pendant. It was warmed from her body heat though she always believed it got hotter when he was close. 

“Damn it, Y/N/N, just go in…” She groaned and turned away, too scared to go inside. Scared or mad, she didn’t know which. 

Just as she put one foot in the car, the big doors opened and Sam appeared. 

He was tall and tired, with a shadow on his jaw and worry in his eyes. She wondered vaguely if she had ever seen Sam without that crease in his aura, if he’d ever been truly calm and happy. 

“You gonna come in or-”

She sighed and shut the door. “How’d you know I was here?” 

He shrugged and gave her a mischievous look. “I may have been tracking your phone.” 

“What! Sam…” 

He smiled and then pushed at the door, holding it open for her. 

“You coming?” 

“Well, it’d be stupid to run away now.” 

She followed him into the hobbit hole and through another, heavier door. The first room was basically a dark hallway, four steps down from the outer doors and a few paces to the next. The walls were old concrete and the light was dim. She held no hope for nicer things to come. 

She was very wrong. 

Her little gasp echoed when she walked through the second door. The cave-like entry gave way to an expansive room that took her breath away. A wrought iron balcony met intricate stairs that wound down forever. The room below was set up with a large, map-covered table that glowed, antique computers and machines that looked as if they were sourced from a 1950’s horror movie. 

Clasping the rail, Y/N leaned over a bit, trying to comprehend the size of everything but her head hurt. She looked back at Sam and shook her head, eyes wide with awe. 

“You live here?” 

Sam nodded and shrugged. He smiled at her wild wonder and stood beside her at the railing. “There’s more. It’s, uh- it’s a really big place.” 

“Tell me you have a bowling alley or an arcade hiding somewhere in here.” 

He laughed. “No, but we do have a tv. Well, I do. In my room.” 

Y/N whistled, mockingly impressed. “Wow. Real rockin’ bachelor pad, Sam.” 

He licked his lips and looked down at his hands. His knuckles were pale, fingers cold against the metal. “Yeah, well, we don’t get many visitors.” 

She covered his hand with hers and squeezed gently. “Wanna show me the rest?”

The Men of Letters Bunker was just as impressive as he made it sound. They toured the halls while Sam explained how they came to be there, speaking candidly about his grandfather’s reappearance and how strange it was to finally have a real place to call home. 

She listened to every word, now and then offering a kind word or an interested hum. Her mind was reeling at the enormity of the Bunker. She ran her fingers over the dips between the tiles on the walls, listened carefully to how Sam’s voice echoed off of the cathedral ceilings and back again. She counted their steps, tried to construct a map in her mind so that she could find her way back to the front door, but the path was full of turns and every corridor looked the same as the last. The numbers on the doors changed, however, but they weren’t in any order that she could define. 

They stopped in front of door number eleven, and Sam shoved his hands into his pockets. His gaze narrowed on the gap between the door and the jam. The light inside was on, but he knew Dean wasn’t there. 

“This is his room?” she asked, wanting to push her way inside but afraid to pry. 

Sam cleared his throat. “Yeah.”

She placed her hand on the door and closed her eyes. She wanted to go in and wait for him, be laid out on the bed like some porn star when he walked in, but she knew better. 

The kitchen was impressive in an old restaurant that had never been upgraded kinda way, but the pantry was pitiful. Thankfully, there were a few eggs in the fridge and a half of a loaf of white bread on the shelf. Sam left her to it and she got to work making an utter mess of the counter and stove. 

She didn’t expect him back soon and he hadn’t expected to see her at all. 

“Y/N?” 

Her entire being tensed when she heard his voice and she took a breath, closed her eyes, and turned around. Spatula dripping in her hand, she screwed up a smile. 

“Surprise.” 

Every emotion imaginable flowed over his freckled face and Y/N waited for him to process before saying another word. Green eyes worked her over, lingering on the smudge on her cheek and the mess on her shirt. 

Finally, he smiled. 

“Nice surprise.” 

Her body relaxed. “Is it?” 

“Of course.” 

Dean rushed forward, rounding the giant stainless steel island, and scooped her up into a hug. 

Relief trickled down her spine and she wrapped her arms around him, pushed her face into the crook of his neck. He smelled like whiskey and sleepless nights. 

“Fuck, I’ve missed you.” He whispered into her shoulder and held on a little tighter. 

He was big and strong, solid and safe. She melted into him; listened for the comforting, steady beat of his heart. 

The necklace burned into her chest and she smiled. 

After a minute, she pushed at his shoulders but he refused to let her go. 

“You’re gonna make me burn your toast!”

He stood up straight and held her arms. “Toast? You’re making a real big mess for toast.” 

She squirmed out of his grip and turned back to the stove. “It’s French.” 

They sat at the little table in the corner and drowned the snack in maple syrup and butter. 

Y/N couldn’t stop staring at him. His face was thin; his beard slowly sneaking out of captivity. His eyes were dark, lined with red, and he held himself differently, as if every second was painful, as if he was having trouble sitting still. 

He was staring just as hard, shocked that she was there after being gone for so long. 

“Your hair’s different,” he said around a mouthful of French toast.

She cocked her head and ran a hand through her locks. “I guess,” she laughed. “It’s been a while since I cut it. Probably should.” 

Dean shook his head gently. “Nah. I like it.” 

It wasn’t even really a compliment but she took it as one. Her stomach flipped and she hated herself for enjoying such a tiny amount of attention. She was older now, wiser, stronger. She didn’t need his approval or his affection. 

“Thanks.” 

“This is…nice. Thank you for cooking.” 

Y/N laughed and choked down a corner. “It’s terrible and you know it.”

Dean shrugged and took another forkful to his lips. “It ain’t that bad.” He shoveled it in and then cringed, plucked a crunchy bit from his tongue. “I… think there’s shell in this one.”

She grinned. “I’m surprised there’s not more, actually. You know I’m a shitty cook.”

He laughed. “Always have been.” 

“It’s kinda my thing.” 

A strange moment passed between them like an autumn breeze. The air was warm but the wind was too harsh, chilling their cheeks. Y/N looked away, crossing her arms and rubbing her hands up the sides. Dean swallowed and sat back; knife and fork in his fists beside the plate. 

“So, how ya been?” 

Y/N looked around, pretending to inspect the kitchen walls, but only trying to buy herself time to think up an answer. 

“Oh, you know me, Dean. Another day, another highway, another monster to kill.” 

He licked a drop of syrup from his lip. “Musta been busy.” 

She nodded. “Yeah, pretty busy.” 

“Too busy to answer a text? Pick up the phone now and then?” 

Her guts churned. “Dean, it’s not like that…” 

He slumped forward, set his forearms on the table. “Oh, it’s like that. You vanished, Y/N/N.” 

His tone was biting and she shivered. 

“Dean-” 

“You just took off. No goodbye, nothing.” 

Anger was brewing inside and her leg bounced uncontrollably under the table. “Dean.” 

“We burned him. Without you.”

Something inside of her shattered. The words cut through her like a scythe; his tone burned like salt in the sliced flesh. She clenched her jaw, closed her eyes, and tried to push it all aside. 

“You left,” he seethed, upper lip trembling and exposing his tiny canine teeth. She always thought they looked like fangs, always loved the way they scraped across her throat. “We burned him and you weren’t there. I- we needed you and you left. You ran away to God knows where and that was it. We needed you, Y/N. I… I needed you.” 

With fists balled, she stood up, spun away from the table. She bit her tongue so hard she was sure her mouth would fill with blood. 

Dean laughed sarcastically. “Yeah. Walk away again. That’s awesome.” 

Her spine twitched. Nails dug into her palms. 

She tasted blood. 

“So fucking good at walking away when people need you.” 

She snapped. 

“Excuse me?” 

Her spin around was so fast, her hands slammed onto the table so hard that Dean startled and dropped his utensils. Unconsciously, he sat back, putting as much distance between him and the lioness he’d just unleashed. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Her words curled but there was no question. She was giving him a speck of a chance to apologize before she truly exploded. “Well… are you?” 

Dean sucked his teeth, crossed his arms, sat forward. He met her gaze head on. His nostrils flared. 

“You left,” he said again, slowly, venomously. 

Y/N pulled in a deep breath but instead of calming her, it only added to the fire. “You didn’t ask me to stay, Dean.” 

He shook his head, confused. “Huh?” 

“You didn’t ask me to stay, Dean,” she said again, injecting as much slashing accusation into her voice as she could. “You never do. You expect me to show up whenever you want me, drop whatever I’m doing to come meet you somewhere so you can fuck your frustrations out on me then kick me out of bed in the morning. Do you know how many bruises I have from tripping over the curb when you drive away? How many nights I’ve stayed awake worrying about you? Praying for you? Not to mention all the nights I had to stay on the phone with you while you blubbered on about this and that, and your brother, and your angel, and your destiny. Do you know how much of my life I’ve spent waiting on a fucking phone call from you? How many days I’ve wasted just hoping you’d ask to see me? You can’t imagine it. You wouldn’t. Because you don’t care.” 

Anger and guilt flooded his face. He swung his legs around from under the table and stood up, towering over her with a puffed chest and searing eyes. 

“You think I don’t care about you?” He hunched his shoulders, leaning down to let it all sink in. “Is that really what you think?” 

She took a step closer. She wouldn’t back down no matter his size or the angry fire pulsing off of him. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. 

“Yeah, Dean,” she said sharply. “It is. Because it’s fucking true. You don’t give a shit about me, you never have. I’m just a goddamned Band-Aid for you. Something you put on when you’ve got a booboo and then rip off and toss away. And the one time I needed you. The one fucking time…” 

Dean was seeing red; his blood was boiling and brightening his pallid face. 

“When? When the fuck did you need me so badly!” 

She grit her teeth, showed her fangs for once. “He was my father, Dean.” 

He scoffed. “No. He wasn’t.” 

“Fuck you for saying that! He was my father the same as, if not more so than he was yours and he died while I was in the dark wondering how I could help you. You! You fucked me up in that hospital room and then you left me alone to deal with it. And he died while I was in there! He died and I wasn’t there because I was dealing with you!” 

Dean straightened, but he didn’t move to speak. He only absorbed her ire and let it burn inside of him. 

“Always dealing with you! My whole goddamned life revolves around Dean Winchester! And you know what I got for all the care and time and worry I poured into you? Nothing. I get fucking nothing. I have never been so lost as when he died and you… You didn’t ask me to stay. Didn’t… didn’t check on me. The only calls I got were from you begging me to help with Sam and to meet you in Oswego for a fucking booty call. That’s all I am to you. I’m your fucking whore.”

He huffed, chewed his lip. “That is not true!”

She wouldn’t stop, couldn’t. The simple act of raising her voice, of confronting him after everything had opened a tap that she couldn’t close. 

“And you spent a whole goddamned fucking year with her. A year! I didn’t even know if you were alive, dead, nothing. You promised to call me. You swore. And nothing. You went to her. You- did you even think of me? Did you even think, ‘oh, maybe I’ll go be with Y/N for a while’? Well? Did you?” 

His eyes closed. “No, Y/N. I didn’t.” 

“I have given you years of my life and you’ve just… Fuck, I don’t even know if you take me for granted or if you don’t even notice if I’m around or not. I honestly don’t know.”

She turned away, exhausted and aching. 

She couldn’t see the way he rubbed at the curse on his arm, didn’t notice the rage glowing in his eyes. She didn’t feel the danger because she never felt it around him. She could scream all she wanted, but she knew Dean wouldn’t hurt her. 

“If you hate me so goddamn much, why are you even here? Huh? What, did Sammy call you? Tell you I wasn’t doin’ so well?” 

Each word snapped at her like kitchen shears and Y/N spun back around. 

“Fuck you, Dean.” 

As tears fell, she raised her right hand, ready to slap him hard; show him she wasn’t fooling around. 

The Mark swelled on his arm and shot demonic power into his veins. 

Dean grabbed her wrist before she made contact with his cheek and took two steps forward, forcing her backwards into the wall. He slammed her hand onto the plaster and followed suit with her left hand. She gasped, scared but daring him, and he sneered down at her. 

“Don’t. Fucking. Ever. Hit me.”  

The Mark glowed beside her head and she looked from it to him, stuck and devastated. 

“Do you hear me!” 

Strength pulsed through him and Dean lifted her away from the wall only to crush her back into it. 

Her eyes blurred, her head ached; her ears rang. 

“Dean-” 

“You think you know anything about me? You don’t know what I’ve been through! You haven’t been around!” 

His grip tightened on her wrists and she felt the bone in the right twist. 

“Dean! You’re hurting me!”

It seemed he couldn’t stop, wouldn’t let the anger dim. His breath came out in heavy pants through tight lips and clenched teeth; his eyes were like lasers targeting her arteries and setting him up for the kill. 

“Dean!” 

Another tear trekked down her cheek and it caught his attention. 

Dean blinked quickly, clearing his head, and then backed away. He dropped her hands and covered his face, turned his back on her. 

Y/N couldn’t move. 

Silence filled the room and their heads. Guilt ravaged their bodies. 

Her knees gave out and she slid down the wall, slumped to the floor. 

When she could finally speak, her voice was small and pathetic and she hated herself even more. 

“I… I’m sorry, Dean.” 

Calmer now, Dean turned to find her in a heap on the floor and sank down as well. “Don’t be sorry, Y/N/N. I… fuck. Did I hurt you?” 

She shook her head and sat up straight, kicked her knees up to her chest. 

He crawled to her, tried to lay a hand on her knee, but she flinched away. 

“Shit,” he hissed. “I’m so sorry.” 

Y/N let out a hard breath and let her shoulders fall. She trusted him. She didn’t trust that thing on his arm. 

She nodded toward it. “Is it really bad?” 

He rolled up his sleeve and showed off his brand. Curious and horrified, she unfurled herself and leaned in, running a careful finger across the Mark. The flesh was hot, the skin raised and rough. She covered it with her hand and looked up into his face. 

“I can’t take it much more,” he whispered. “It’s gonna take over and I don’t wanna go back there.” 

Her heart hurt. “You don’t have to let it take you. You’re strong. You’re so fucking strong, Dean. So brave. So good.” 

He smiled softly and bent over; kissed her hand. 

“I’m so sorry I hurt you.” 

She sniffed back the tears and reached for him. 

“I coulda just kept my mouth shut,” she confessed. 

Dean lay his head on her shoulder and tugged her close. “No. You shouldn’t have to. I’ll be better, I promise.” 

“You don’t have to be better, Dean.” She turned inwards and pressed her lips to his ear. “You just have to be you.” 

His arms closed a little tighter, he breathed a little slower. 

“I really don’t deserve you, you know that?” 

She sighed and rubbed at the nape of his neck. 

“Shut up, Dean.” 

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I'm Driving

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Song Prompt from Unclaimed Love Songs: No One Else on Earth by Wynonna

Word Count: 146

Warnings: just a lil' manhandling 👀

“How did you get to me?” It came out as a growl as you rolled your eyes to the ceiling. He was getting his way in this disagreement, which meant that you were losing. And yet you found yourself not really caring.

Dean cracked a smile and as he passed behind you to head for the door, he leaned in close to murmur in your ear:

“I’m just that good, sweetheart.”

He gave your ass a firm slap and openly laughed at the startled sound that left you.

“Guys,” Sam started, only for the objection to die on his lips. Because you had already proceeded to wrap your arms around Dean’s waist, a vain attempt to retrieve your keys. Dean whipped his hand in the air, sidestepped and wound up with his back slammed into the wall of the hallway and you pressed up against him.

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Heya guys! I know it's been a minute but I am still here! Things have been super crazy. Anyway I do have a few fics coming out soon. I could really use some feedback.

Title: I Would Die Without You!

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Dean Winchester/Reader

Summary: Dean leaves to say yes to Michael but you track him down. Things are revealed and smut insudes

You knew something bad was happening when you woke up to find only Sam in the room making you sit up and your heart started to race when you saw the letter and a jewelry box on the table with your name on it. You stand and rush to the table to grab the letter and open it and your eyes become teary when you start to read.

“What's wrong?” You jump and look at Sam as tears stream down your face and you look down at the jewelry box. With shaky hands you pick it up and open it, finding a silver necklace with the letter D with a devil's trap inside the silver D.

“He is going to say yes to Michael! I gotta get to him and stop him! I'll get Dean and you get things ready at Bobby's when I'm ready I'll call Cas” you say in a rush as you gather your things in a hurry. Sam looks at you.

“Are you sure about going alone? I mean Dean isn't thinking real clearly” he says making you stop in your tracks and look over at him.

“I know Dean, Sam he would never hurt me besides this is something I need to do alone” you tell him giving him a small smile and he sighs before nodding his head.

“Call if anything happens” he says as you walk out of the door, you had no idea how long it would take to get to him. You didn't get to think too hard about this before the sound of wings and your world span. When you open your eyes you're staring at a hotel door.

Taking a moment you look around trying to see who brought you here but you didn't see anyone but you did see the impala making you look back at the door before you and your stomach dropped as you walked to the door and knocked.

“Hi Dean* you say softly as he swings open the door and his body tensed as you pushed your way past him into the room and you close your eyes and the door clicks closed.

“(Y/n) you can't change my-* his words stop as you shake your head stopping him. You turn around trying to find the words to say as your body is filled with hurt and anger.

“You left without actually saying goodbye dean! After everything you just up and leave!” You yell and dean sets his jaw,

“I left the letter and the necklace!” he yells back making you shake your head in disbelief at his words.

“Are you serious! Did you even think that maybe I had something to say Dean! After everything did you not think I wouldn't have wanted to? I don't know, maybe I have something to say!” you yell and Dean sighs softly before he walks closer to you and you look up at him.

“That's the reason I left sweetheart. If there was anyone who could change my mind it would be you and I can't let you. I need to do this” he says roughly and your heart starts to speed up.

“Damnit Dean! I would die without you! You are the reason I haven't given up Dean! I'm in love with you I always have been dean-” you yell feeling your anger leave you, everything slows down and your world spins when you feel his lips on yours and you kiss him back just as deeply your fingers run through his hair at the nap of his neck and he groans and pulls back.

“I have wanted you for so long sweetheart i just wish i knew sooner” he says his lips barely touching yours and your eyes meet his.

“Stay with me Dean, we can find another way” you beg, Dean sighs softly before he groans and kisses you deeply as his hands travel down your body where he stops and grabs each asscheek in his hand making you moan as he lifts you up making you wrap your legs around him. You look down at Dean as he walks over to the bed and sits making you straddled him. You moan as you feel how hard he was.

“fuck sweetheart the things I'm gonna do to you” he growls In your ear making you moan. You grab his hair bringing his mouth to yours. Your hips grind down on his jean covered cock. Dean rips your shirt off roughly as you pull him over his head. Before you know it you are on your back with Dean over you.

“Oh!” You moan as Dean kisses and bites down on your body leaving marks as he reaches for your pants buttons. Dean looks up at you from between your legs as he pulls them down leaving you naked under him.

“Fuck baby girl you smell so fucking good. I have wanted to taste you for so long” he groans making you bite your lip.

“Fuck” you moan as your fingers tug his hair as he sucks on your clit and Dean wastes no time diving in. Your body fires to life with each lick and suck he made.

“You taste so fucking good” he growls and your hips grind up and you tug his hair.

“Fuck Dean” you moan making him groan as he slowly slides a finger in your dripping cunt without a warning you cum hard on his tongue. Dean groans as your hands slack in his hair and he starts working his way up your body.

You lean up and kiss him, tasting yourself on his tongue making you moan, your hands run down his chest to his jeans where you undo them and he works them off making you both moan at the feeling of each other's warm skin.

“Are you sure?” He says hotely in your neck before leaving a mark. You moan and Dean pulls back and looks down at you.

“Please dean, it's always been you” you say to him and he groans. You bite your lip at the feeling of his one hand traveling up your body to lightly wrap around your throat.

“I wanna see the face you make while I make you mine” he growls hotely before he slowly enters you. You moan at the slight burn as he enters you.

“More dean please” you beg and he pulls out just to slam in with a force you were not expecting. Your nails claw at his back as he drilled into you.

“Fuck baby you fit me so good my good girl” he growls as he fucks you into the bed and your toes curl at his words and you become even wetter. “Oh you like that? You like being my good girl” he groans as you tighten around him.

“Fuck yes! I'm your good girl! Oh right there!” You cry out your nails dragging down his back to his ass where they dig in. Dean works on that spot over again till you're so close.

“Be a good girl and soak my cock” he says huskily as his thumb rubs your clit and you cum hard his eyes never leaving your face as he watches you come undone on his cock. Dean grunts as you spasm around him. As you finally come down you realize Dean had not cum yet.

“Dean?” Your voice is no louder than a whisper but he could hear the question in your voice and he leans down and kisses you deeply and he bites your lip.

“I'm nowhere near done with you baby, first I wanna see how many times I can make you cum for me before I fill you full” he says huskily and he chuckles darkly as you tighten around him.

“I'm your good girl” you grin up at him.

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Hunted

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Vampire!Reader

Summary: You’ve been hunted by both hunters and vampires for almost a year. What will happen when the Winchesters stumble across you?

Warnings: swearing, suicidal thoughts, alcohol, attempted SA, blood, graphic descriptions (not of SA), vomit, guns

A/n: This is the first part to this mini series I’m writing, it’s a little on the heavier side but I hope you enjoy what I came up with so far!

P.S. links to other parts below fic <33

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For half a year now you’ve been hunted by both vampires and humans alike. You’re all alone in this unforgiving world and it seems like everyone wants you dead, including yourself. Wow that got depressing fast, let me explain your situation.

When you were turned into this...monster, something went wrong. You weren’t like the other blood sucking vamps, not fully vamp nor human, some hybrid in between.

Luckily this meant you didn’t have to feed on human blood for survival but because of that the other vampires see you as “impure”.

So here you were in some shady motel in Kansas. Just last week you were in some other shady motel in Iowa but were chased out of the state by hunters. This was a common routine for you, find a place to stay for a couple weeks than flee.

You learned over time to never get attached to where you settled down, the word consistency had no meaning in your ever changing life.

It was night time and the street lamps shined an orange glow into your room. The smell of old wallpaper mixed with dust tickled your nose. You sat on the musty bed and held a photo of your family close to your chest, they have no idea where you were and it needs to remain that way.

You were homesick but it would be selfish to expose your family to the dangers of your new life. It’s for their own good that they assume you were dead.

You tossed the photo aside and brought yourself to your feet, you needed a drink. You were new to the area so the possibility of hunters or other vampires knowing you were here was slim to none.

After collecting a few things you made your way out of the motel room.

You walked through alley ways to avoid others, it’s kind of ironic how you used to be afraid of dark alleyways but now they bring you a sorta of comfort.

After walking about two more blocks you eventually stumbled upon a small bar. As you entered no one payed any mind to you so you deemed it safe. You seated yourself at the bar and ordered your usual.

You liked being out, being treated like you were just some boring human with a mundane life. These are the moments that you envied your past, you used to be terrified of being seen as “boring” but now you want to be just that.

After downing two more drinks you felt satisfied. You were numb enough to not worry about your shitty life but not too numb where you were drunk.

“Thanks!”, you spoke to the bartender and handed him money for the drinks.

As you made your way out of the bar a man around your age got up from his seat to leave as well.

‘It’s just a coincidence.’, you reassured yourself.

The man seemed too young and happy to be a hunter and you didn’t bother considering if he was a vampire because his skin was far too vibrant.

You quickly dismissed any suspicions of the man and began to retrace your steps. Humming the melody to your favorite song you walked with not a care in the world, god you loved alcohol, the best medicine.

Before you could take another step a forced pushed you up against the alley way wall. The man from before had you pinned down between his arms. He smelt of booze and cigarettes, a disgusting pair.

Any normal vampire could muscle their way out of this situation but you weren’t like the others. The only “vampire” traits you have are heightened senses, agility, stealth, and fangs (and that isn’t the best idea for dealing with humans). Yes this means you’re not immortal, you can be killed by anything a human could be killed by, have no regeneration, and you can’t even run fast or lift a car.

“Hey! What’s wrong with you, shove off!”, you tried to push him off but he wouldn’t budge.

He drunkenly smiles and spoke, “Just keep still for me.”.

The man pushed you to your knees and started to unbutton his pants, no matter how hard you tried to get up he’d just push you down again. Your knees stung from the hard cement tearing at your flesh. Right when you started to cry everything went black.

When you finally came back to reality you were covered in blood. The man laid grotesquely on the ground dead, the taste of iron filled your mouth and you puked.

You just stood in place for a couple of minutes in shock. You didn’t know what happened but you knew you had to flee the scene.

You ran fast ignoring the cry of a woman who most definitely stumbled across the corpse. You didn’t care to think about what happened, you only knew not to get caught.

You breathlessly entered the motel room and locked the door. You undressed yourself and threw the ruined clothes into the trash refusing to even look at them.

You needed to shower, you needed to wash away the sweat, vomit, and blood that accumulated over your body. You needed to wash away the events of tonight.

You stood there until the hot water turned cold, finally deciding to get out you dried yourself with the rough motel towels.

The next couple of days you locked yourself in the motel room refusing to eat or sleep. You listened to the news on the television, “No one has been able to identify the body of the male victim founded in (enter alleyway street name) yet.”, the news anchor said.

You knew why no one could identify him, his face was.. mutilated beyond recognition.

“Police still have no leads on what happened but experts are speculating this to be an animal attack.”.

Hunters know the signs of a vampire attack but this look more like a werewolf attack rather than a vamp.

It was too risky to flee the state, hunters are sure to be in town looking at this case. You determined it to be safest to stay put.

The day drew on and on, you had nothing to do besides watch cartoons on the staticky television and contemplate what the hell happened that night.

You never killed anyone before, you felt disgusted with yourself but also happy nothing bad happened to you. You felt selfish but distracted yourself with bad Chinese food and a fly that buzzed around.

It was around noon when you heard a knock on your door. You stayed quiet, “Hello? Anyone home?”, a man’s voice was heard.

Hunters.

“No one, maybe she didn’t see her run this way Sam?”, a huskier voice spoke.

You could see eyes trying to pier through the window so you retreated into the bathroom. You closed the door quietly and relaxed. Right when you thought you were safe you leaned against the sink but knocked a glass cup in the process.

A loud clang rang through the room and glass shards scattered across the tile floor, “Fuck!”, you cursed as a piece of glass embedded itself into your foot.

The events that followed seemed to go by quickly. The door to your room was pushed open violently and foot steps could be heard pacing through the room.

“Dean, check the bathroom.”, this is it, this is where you die.

You sat on the cold floor breathing rapidly trying not to think about your aching foot. The door handle turned slowly and you braced yourself.

These are the moments you wished to black out again and wake up unharmed and your enemy dead.

When the door swung open there stood a man with a gun pointing directly at you. His eyes were a deep green and he wore a leather coat.

The man immediately noticed the blood from your foot creating a pool of blood on the ground, “Are you going to kill me or what?!”, you spit and your fangs came out.

The other man came up behind the green eyed man and stared down at you. He was much taller than the other one.

“What? You aren’t gonna make this fun for us?”, you started to get woozy from the blood loss and with that you passed out.

pt. 2 pt.3 pt.4

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One Night Standards (Dean X Reader)

Being a hunter was hard and rewarding when you saved someone or stopped a monster but it was incredibly lonely. Loneliness like that could make some ruthless. So one night stands were usually the way to go when seeking an intimate moment. You were no exception of course. Do the deed and go. That's how it worked. And if the time was right you ever only slept with one person when the urge would come. And that was none other than Dean Winchester. He understood the rules of a one night just like you did.

No staying longer than a few hours to overnight. No sharing personal or emotional moments. No romantic gestures. No exchanging numbers or any form of contact. And most importantly no forming feelings. It sounds harsh but in the hunting life romance was an extremely rare occurrence and for most, it ended badly. You and Dean first hooked up when randomly meeting at a bar. You both had different cases in the town you were in. One drink lead to another and you had to admit he was amazing. At first, you two would run into each other at random times and just let yourselves loose with each other for the night. With Dean, it was safe and comforting and man was it the hottest moments you'd ever had. These hookups lead you to break one of the rules. No exchanging contacts.

You hadn't even given it a second thought. Neither of you did. Both thinking you could keep an eye out when you were in the same area and meet up for the random night of passion you've both unknowingly come to crave. Just getting that "wanna get a drink?" text became something you looked forward to upon finding out you two were in the same area.

Having sex with Dean was just pure bliss. The way he touched you. Kissed you. explored your body in ways that always took you way over the edge. It was like Dean Winchester was made for a woman's absolute pleasure. Soon without either of you realizing it the sexual moments you shared became deeper. More affectionate than a typical one night stand should be. This caused you yet again to break another rule unknown to you both. No spending longer than overnight together. It started off as a weekend here and there. But soon you were practically hunting with him and Sam. You went through a lot with the boys. Especially since you and Dean did most of the footwork as Sam stayed back and did research. Which caused yet another rule to secretly become broken. No forming feelings. When they started you didn't notice them at first. But over time you noticed, that you were being affectionate with Dean in ways you never had before. It started with cuddling. Before you and Dean would have sex and then sleep that was it. But lately, you would find yourself snuggled up into his side or he would have his arm over you when you woke up. Then when you two were saying goodbye you would either hug him or he would kiss your cheek. Then more intimate and caring touches happened from giving each other massages when one was sore from a hunt or Dean holding you on the rare occasion you would break down after a rather stressful than usual day.

Then you two started talking. Sharing things and opening up to each other. It flowed so naturally between the two of you. No matter if it was serious or silly it just felt so natural. You kept telling yourself none of it was serious. Then it happened. One night while you and Dean were getting cozy and talking sweetly to each other he made you giggle and three little words slipped right out. Your eyes widened as did Dean's. You panicked and hurried out of the hotel room before he could respond. You ran down the street to the little diner you guys passed on the way to the hotel. You just sat there at a booth for a while sipping on a cup of coffee. You felt so stupid. How could you let that slip out? how could you let yourself fall? You knew better! You sat there scolding yourself until you felt a gentle but firm hand on your shoulder. You looked up and met the bright green eyes you'd come to love getting lost in. He softly smiled at you as he slid into the seat across from you.

You rambled an apology but Dean silenced it by gently grabbing your hand. He looked at you softly and it oddly helped calm you. He brought your hand up to his lips and placed a feather light kiss on your knuckles before repeating those same three words back. "I love you too,".

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Week One Update!

You guys!

We've completed the first week of sign-ups for the Hoziernatural Multi-Ship Bang and there is already so much variety coming in that we couldn't help but decide to share a taste of it with you!

Let's talk about all the favorite characters and ships! (We might make another post to talk about all the favorite genres/tropes/themes coming in, but let's talk about characters and ships for now.)

(by category, in alphabetical order)

The "Any" Crowd:

Along with all of the authors, artists, beta readers, and pinch-hitters who've said they'd be down for just about anything, we also had several who listed things like...

Any Bela F/F

Any Bobby relationships

Any F/F whatsover

Any (platonic) Jack

Any John

Any Meg F/F

Any Ruby F/F

Any Sam

The Gen Crowd:

Carlos x John x Lata x Mary

Castiel x Crowley

Castiel x Dean x Rowena x Sam

Castiel x Sam

Charlie x Dean

Alex x Claire

Dean x Sam

The F/F Crowd:

Anna/Meg

Alex/Claire

Charlie/Jo

Charlie/Mary

Charlie/Rowena

Claire/Kaia

Donna/Jody

Hannah/Meg

Jody/Mary

Mary/Rowena

The M/F Crowd:

Bobby/Mary

Eileen/Sam

Gabriel/Meg

Rowena/Sam

Ruby/Sam

The M/M Crowd:

Adam/Michael

Benny/Dean

Castiel/Dean

Castiel/Sam

Dean/John

Dean/Sam

Gabriel/Sam

John/Sam

The Original Character and x Reader Crowd:

Dean x OC

Dean/OC

Sam x OC

Sam/OC

The Poly and V Ships:

Benny/Castiel/Dean

Carlos/John/Lata/Mary

Charlie/Mary/Rowena

Eileen/Gabriel/Rowena/Sam

Dean\Cas/Sam

People's Favorite Characters:

Amara

Bobby

Carlos

Castiel

Charlie

Chuck

Claire

Dean

Donna

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Spotless: Intro

Chapter One

Featuring: Dean Winchester/Reader

Word Count: 1375

Warnings, etc: Mutual pining, assumed unrequited feelings, mild drug use, unbeta'd

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You woke up overthinking. Like continuing a conversation with yourself from your dreams, the thoughts steamrolled you into consciousness. The band was in the studio for at least another week and you had to make sure the anticipation continued to build. You had a call scheduled at nine with the record label, Bobby and some other folks who you knew by name but not by face or voice.

It was going to be a long day.

It had already been a long year and the comeback after the last tour’s fallout had felt like your sole duty. They were still solid, still ready to rock-n-roll, you just had to make sure the press and the fans knew it. You grabbed your phone off your bedside table and got to work without actually getting vertical. You checked your email, the usual rotation of social media and then finally your text messages.

Sam had sent you a link to the podcast he had been talking about the last time you’d been over to his and Dean’s place for movies, which was probably two weeks too late to still be relevant, but you added it to your library anyway. Charlie had gone on a rant about a failed side quest on her latest D&D campaign and then started planning a fantasy getaway for after the tour that wasn’t even completely scheduled yet. You didn’t reply, because you needed more caffeine in your system to keep up with her.

Then there were some random complaints about Ash and Kevin from Dean. Amongst all that there was his usual checking in and an obnoxious picture showcasing the absurd size of Ash’s bong. You groaned because Dean’s eyes in the picture were glassy and amused, but also so, so distracting. His little stoned smile always did things to you.

At least he was having fun while he was laying down tracks.

You looked your fill and then went on to the next notification on your phone. Dean and his band, Phantom Traveler, might be your employers, but they were still your friends and fawning all over the man that a good chunk of the Western world did wasn’t going to get you anywhere.

Not in this lifetime.

Your alarm buzzed, breaking the quiet of your bedroom and the illusion of a lack of responsibility. You groaned and threw off your covers. Now or never, you told yourself, and got up to start your day.

“And with the losses from last time, we need something more than just your word that we are going to make up the difference,” Crowley tacked on at the end of his spiel.

Bobby, who apparently was stuck on the 405, looked like he was going to cuss him out at any moment and you couldn’t blame him. The Zoom call had gone about as well as you had anticipated and it wasn’t over. You had enough experience to keep your face neutral, however Bobby had neither the fucks to give or the interest in maintaining civility.

“How about three platinum albums over the past twelve years?!”

Every corporate stooge winced at Bobby’s indignation, except Crowley who seemed to be delighted about it somehow. 

“We understand that Mr. Singer—- we just want our ducks in a row. Now if we can get Dean on board with some more one-on-one interviews and positive exposure. We think we can hit our pre-sale targets to ensure a longer touring schedule,” Zachariah Adler smarmed on.

“And what would that prove?” Bobby asked, protective of his boys as always.

“That you have your dog on a leash,” Crowley butt in.

“More like workhorse the way you folks are talking about him,” Bobby muttered, though you still heard him over the sound of traffic.

You had to say something. “If— we get Dean to agree, and you get your extended tour. We want more flexibility on the next album. It’s the final one in the contract and if you want Phantom Traveler to remain the face of Crossroads it would be mutually beneficial to give them some room to work.”

“That’s not really your stipulation to make Ms. Y/L/N,” Dick Roman pointed out.

Your face burned with the reprimand, but you held your chin high.

“Like hell it ain't. Anything Y/N says, I say too,” Bobby barked.

Crowley looked bored at that point. And you really didn’t want to butt in or add to your embarrassment. But no one was saying anything.

“Does that work for everyone then?” You looked at these corporate stooges in the digital eye and fought for the band, for Dean. Despite having very little in the idea of the how of it all.

Zachariah spoke first, because of course he did. “If Mr. Winchester were to agree and we see an improvement in image by the end of the year— I think that could definitely be arranged.”

Bobby huffed, but remained silent. 

You watched Crowley’s eyes dance between the other record company execs and the intensity of his mischievousness grew. “I’d love to see how you handle that— get back to me when you have something solid and we’ll be in touch.”

“That works for us,” you replied firmly, not giving into his apparent doubts on your abilities. You were a nepo-hire, everyone there knew it. But it didn’t mean you weren’t very good at your job.

“Alright— I’ve got a recording session to get to. If that’s everything—” Bobby trailed off and watched as the trio from the label became even more affronted.

“I’d like a solid date for follow up,” Dick tossed out, in a clear final challenge, but everyone knew the meeting was over.

“Recording is underway, but I’d say we’d be able to touch base by the middle of December,” you added, pretending to check the calendar.

“Stellar, you see to that,” Dick replied.

“Thank you, thank you all,” you added.

“Good talk.” Dick closed his window. You waited in the open meeting as Crowley and Zachariah said their goodbyes, watching Bobby as he looked at the ceiling of his car and ended the call for good.

“Alright then,” you muttered as you closed Zoom and tried to come to grips with what you had just promised. What you had asked for, completely unprompted.

You looked at your laptop and decided you needed to step away and clear your head. You grabbed your phone off your desk and your earbuds, heading to the corner of your office and your stationary bike. Because if anything screamed escaping to a mountain trail ride, it was this moment and the month ahead of you.

You set your usual course and tapped onto one of your workout playlists, letting the music wash over you as you pedaled toward the warm up hills. Dean wasn’t going to go along with this easily, everyone knew that. But he had come so far over the last year and you hoped that included an openness to what was best for the band, even if it meant swallowing some of his pride.

Despite what he said on the call, you knew you had to get Bobby on board. You just had to have something to sell him, a hook. Something he wouldn’t think of as a threat to Dean or the band as a whole. Something he wouldn’t want to poke too hard, just because he could.

Bobby was a naturally curious old codger, but one thing that was always guaranteed to make him wash his hands of a situation was anybody’s love life. He had no fucks to give about who was fucking who. Not all of Lee and Pam’s ongoing drama, not Sam’s summer-long tryst with the little brunette from the Yellow Eyes label, not even when Cas hooked up with the reporter for Rolling Stone mid-interview. 

Okay. That you could work with.

Somebody who could increase public opinion and be down to be Dean’s arm candy. And suddenly an evil idea crossed your mind, something so wrong and so right that you lost your footing and the bike safety locked on you as you said a very dejected ‘fuck’ out loud to your empty apartment.

You had your answer, now you just had to make it happen.

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Chapter Two: Measure

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Tourniquet - Chapter Ten (Finale)

 Supernatural Dean x Reader Series Told Backwards

~Y/N has been by Dean’s side through his worst days, always there if he needs her, forever just a call away. Love is impossible to fight and more impossible to live with. Just a side character in his epic life, Y/N would give anything just to give Dean a moment’s peace.~

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At First Sight 

There was a field behind the junkyard, a wide-open space not yet overtaken by rusted car skeletons and twisted metal. The grass grew high above her head, and in the spring, bluebells and tiny purple flowers bloomed, peppering the space with joyful color. 

She first saw him there, peeking at her through the tall grass. He was taller than the weeds, so much taller than she was; older too, by a few years, it seemed. But he was beautiful and she knew it. 

She’d seen beautiful people in her nearly eight years on earth- her mother who had just died, and her younger sister who went with her. She’d seen mountains covered in autumn mist; country roads slicked with rain. She’d felt the sun in the desert; tracked a rainbow across the sky. There were so many pretty things in the world that she was just learning to appreciate, but she’d never seen something like him before. 

She’d never seen green eyes that glowed golden in the sunlight, cheeks sparkled with freckles, hair a soft brown somewhere between straw and bark.

When he spoke, her cheeks heated up. When he grabbed her hand through the grass, her stomach flipped. 

“What’s your name?” he asked, pulling her into a run through the brush. 

“Y/N!” She laughed as he tugged her along, running so fast he nearly lifted her off her feet. 

The sky was perfectly blue, not a cloud to be seen. 

He looked back over his shoulder, face haloed by the June sun. 

“I’m Dean,” he said with a smile. 

They ran to the edge of the property, stopping short of where they weren’t allowed to go. There was a stream that hugged the line, a shallow creek, not more than ankle deep and wide enough for Dean to straddle with his bowed legs. He put one foot on either side and reached for her hand. 

“Come on, it’s fun.” 

Y/N hesitated, watching from the left bank. 

“Daddy says I’m not to go past the water,” she explained, looking back toward the house. They were far enough away that the rickety roof wasn’t visible, but she knew the woods, she’d grown up running through Bobby’s legs, hiding in the car graveyard, lying in the warm grass. 

Dean craned his neck to look around her. He shrugged. “Don’t see your dad anywhere.” Again, he reached for her and smiled. “I won’t tell if you don’t.” 

Nervously, she took his hand and Dean helped her down into the riverbed. She toed off her grass-stained white Keds and chewed her lip. 

“You sure you won’t get me in no trouble?” 

He laughed sweetly and lifted a finger to his chest. “Cross my heart and hope to die!” He placed an X on his thread-worn tee and she gave in. 

Her toes skirted the water and Dean helped her step over it. 

“You shouldn’t hope to die,” she warned. “The ghosts might hear and come get you.” 

They hopped to the other side and perched on a big rock, just wide enough for two children to sit on together. Their shoulders bumped and Y/N’s stomach twisted up funny again. 

“Ain’t no ghosts here,” he assured her. “My dad would know. He’s the best hunter there is.” 

Y/N squinted up at him, unsure. 

“Besides,” Dean went on, bending to pick up a pebble near his foot. “You think Bobby would let his place be haunted? Bobby knows everythin’ about everythin’. No way he’d let some nasty ghost bother us. You’re safe.” 

She crossed her arms over her chest, hugging her fear. “You sure, Dean?” 

He tossed the pebble into the stream and a ripple pulsed over the surface. 

“I’m sure.” Dean threw his arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer. “I’ll protect you. I promise.” 

She didn’t know why, but she believed him. There was something about him that seemed magical, like he was a superhero or something. She sighed against him and put her head on his shoulder. 

They sat and watched the water for a while. Now and then a leaf would float by, or a few tadpoles would appear. It was quiet and peaceful and the wind was warm. 

When the daylight began to fade, they left the stream behind and stepped into the grass again. He held her hand and swatted away the weeds, making a path for them. 

“Are you stayin’ up in the house?” she asked, hoping he wasn’t leaving anytime soon. It was boring being alone even though she found things to do, but with her dad off on a job, it had been just her and Uncle Bobby for a few weeks. 

“Yeah. Just a few days. Gonna head to Kentucky next.” 

“I’ve never been there.” 

Dean shrugged. “It’s OK.” 

The grass gave way to gravel and Dean let her hand go once they could see the house in the distance. 

“Have you been here a while?” he asked, sneakers kicking up dust as he shuffled beside her, hands jammed into his pockets. 

She exhaled sadly and nodded. “Yeah. My mom just…and… and Jackie, my sister. They…”

Dean paused and turned, looking down at her and leaning on a broken Oldsmobile. “Mine too,” he said softly. “I mean, my mom- she uh- well, it was a long time ago.” He kicked at a stone and it rolled a few feet away. 

“I’m sorry.” 

He smiled gently. “It gets better after a while, ya know..” 

Tears prickled her eyes, her bottom lip trembled. “Does it really?” 

Dean looked away, pretending to count the row of cars to their right. “No,” he whispered. “Not really.” 

An ache pulsed in her chest and she felt sorry for him, for both of them. She could see the tears in his eyes as surely as she felt her own, and she slipped her tiny hand in his, squeezing tight. 

“We’ll be OK, Dean,” she said, trying her best to believe it. “You’ll see.” 

Sniffling hard, he beat back the tears and took a breath. 

“Hey, you smell that?” 

Confused, she took a deep breath and her stomach growled loudly. “Burgers?” 

He grinned. “Burgers!”

They ran through the junkyard, carefully maneuvering through the jagged steel and dodging each other as dusk settled over Sioux Falls. 

She didn’t know why, but she felt like he was it. He was the thing that would keep her going, the friend she needed right then, get her through the pain and the confusion. 

The boy with the green eyes. 

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Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Song Prompt from Unclaimed Love Songs: Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift

Word Count: 100

Warnings: bittersweet angst & unresolved sexual tension.

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He found you in the hall later that night, leaning against the wall just outside his bedroom door.

 “We know how this is going to end,” you said.

Breathing deeply, he mirrored your stance, crossed his arms, and nodded.

“Messy, bloody, painful.”

The terrible ache of that truth was clear in your face, even as you lifted a hand to rub it away.

“Everything before that though,” he continued almost shyly. “I mean…”

He made an explosive sound, lifting a hand to demonstrate.

“I have references.”

You laughed and pushed off the wall to step closer.

He matched the movement.

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Dean Winchester/Reader: Done Fighting

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Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing:dean/reader

Rating: M

Summary: when a fight gets out of hand things are said and feelings are known.

 You look over at Dean who had a death grip on the steering wheel, his eyes never leaving the road and his jaw clenched tightly. Dean was pissed at you and he had every right to be even though you had everything under control you still could have been hurt or worse killed. Dean and you had grown up together and you both were glued to hip and you loved him with every fiber  of your being. You as he enters the parking lot to the crappy motel you both had been staying at while working this case. Sam was off bobby on another hunt leaving you and dean to take care of a pack of werewolves a state over. 

“Dean I’m fine, I didnt get hurt and the monster is dead. I would say thats a good day in my book” You say trying to make him relize you were fine and had everything covered. Dean's head snaps to your way as you speak as he shuts of the car his eyes burning with fury. Without saying a word dean gets out of the car and stroms off to the hotel door and gose inside you following after him calling his name. When sudden he stops and turns on you. 

“And what if you had died! Huh? What then? Fuck (Y/n) I cant lose you! I love you way too much to let that happen!” he yells his body tense and you feel your heart speed up at his words. Dean moves till he is standing right in front of you and you look up into his eyes. 

"Don't say things you don't mean dean" you say sadly knowing he didn't mean it. This was not the first time he has said this. The first time he had been shit faced drunk. You bite your lip and go to walk past him but he grabs your arm and spins you around till you're facing him again. 

"Don't you dare walk away from this (y/n) and you tell me how I feel!" He snaps and you look up at him. You feel your anger flare and you yank your arm free. 

"Why! So you can magically forget that you said it and then pretend like it didn't happen!? I can't go through that again Dean! I don't know what game you're trying to play but I'm done!" You yell tears running down your face. 

"What are you talking about!?" He snaps looking at you, his eyes going hard. 

"You have a habit of saying you love me when your drunk" you snap and he sighs as he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

"That wasn't me (Y/n). A skinwalker took my face" he groaned and you felt your heart stop and your stomach to drop.  You felt sick as you remembered that Night. 

"Then that wasn't you that kissed me?" You ask softly, feeling all your anger leave you. Dean's eyes lock on yours and he steps even closer making you look up. 

"Tell me everything" he growls leaving no room to argue. You bite your lip and think back to that Night. 

"It came to the hotel and asked if I wanted to get a drink. We went to the bar and did shots. The other you got drunk and walking back to the room it said that you loved me and then kissed me" you tell him recalling the entire thing. Dean's head was down and his eyes were closed and his body was tense. 

"It kissed you" he growls through clenched teeth you felt your heart speed up and your core to throb at his anger. You bite your lip as dean steps closer to you. 

"Yes" you whisper and he growls his face moving closer to yours. 

"We're gonna have to fix that" he growls, crashing his mouth to yours making you moan and him to groan. You kiss him back just as hard your hands tug in his hair as his hold on you tightens. Dean nips your lip and you moan as your tongues battle.

 Dean's hand tangles in your hair and his other hand on your hip tightens as you push your chest into his wanting to be closer to him and you whine at the loss of his lips when he pulls back making you poute a bit. 

"Tell me the truth Dean. That thing Said you loved me. Is that true?" You ask, your voice coming out like a whisper and cracked at the end. You knew this changed everything but you had to know. 

"I- yeah (y/n) I do. I really fucking do but I thought if I kept you at a distance you would be safe. I can't stop loving you, no matter how much I try" he says gruffly, his eyes staring deeply into yours. You bite your lip as his words sink in. You lean up and kiss him deeply but before it gets too heated you pull back. 

"I love you Dean. I have for so long but I never thought you could feel the same for me" you say softly your eyes filling with tears as his hand cups the side of your face. He leans down his lips barely touching yours. 

"I'm not fighting this, I can't" he says huskly, your heart felt like it might bust out of your chest. The image of him with his head between your thighs  you made up flashes in your mind and you feel your cunt throbs. 

"Then don't" You say, closing the small gap between your lips and kissing him deeply. You loved the feel of his lips on yours. Dean's on you tightens as you bite his lip and he picks you up, your back hitting the wall and your legs wrapping around him. You both moan as you grind down on him. 

"Fuck! The things I'm gonna do to you sweetheart, gonna make you feel so good" he growls huskly in your neck before you feel him suck and bites your neck making you moan. 

You push your hands under his black shirt and you feel his muscles twitch at your touch. Your nails run down his chest and he growls and bites a mark into your neck. 

"Take your shirt off" you growl, tugging on it and he chuckles. Dean used his thighs to hold you up as he removed his shirt for you. He barely gave you time to look before he had your shirt off you. His hands roaming your body. You moan, placing your hand on his chest and push him back a bit so your feet hit the floor and you look up at him as you undo your pants and take them off leaving you naked in front of him. You watch as he bites his lip as he pops the button on his pants. 

You reach out and place your hand on his chest and you push him till he is backed up to the bed. His eyes never leave you. You push till he sits down and you lean down and kiss him deeply. You kiss down his neck biting and sucking marks into his skin. 

"Fuck sweetheart" he groans as you kiss and bite down his body. You look up at him as you reach his undone pants and lick your lips. 

"Oh you have no idea all the things I have thought about" you smirk pulling out his hard cock. You start to stroke him slowly and he groans as he watches you play with his cock. 

"(Y/n) fuck baby" he groans, you lock eyes with hie as you suck the head into your mouth and you both moan. You suck and lick your way down his cock till his tip brushes the back of your throat making you gag a bit. 

Dean's hand goes into your hair as you suck him off. You moan and look up at him before pulling off with a loud pop. 

"You taste so fucking good dean" you grin from your spot on the floor, you were soaking wet form him and he hadn't even touched you. You wanted to feel his hands and mouth on your body. 

"Your mouth around my cock has been the best sight I have seen in a while" he groans rubbing his thumb over your lip and you suck it into your mouth like you did his cock. You look up at him as you let his finger go and straddle his lap and grind down on his hard cock and he could feel how soaked you were. You kiss him deeply as you roll your hips his hands grabbing both cheeks in each hand and drags your soaked cunt on his cock making you moan. 

"Fuck me dean, make me yours" you moan in his ear before biting the lobe and he groans and just like that you are on your back with dean hovering over you. 

"Oh sweetheart I plan on fucking you but first I want to taste your sweet pussy" he growls his eyes bright and blown with lust. Dean slides down your body to your hot slit and sucks your clit making you cry out and pull his hair. 

"Oh! Dean fuck! So good" you cry out your back arching off the bed as he eats you out like a man starved. You cum hard without warning making you scream his name. Dean kisses up your body to your lips where he kisses you deeply and you moan as you taste yourself on his lips. 

“You taste so good baby” he groans against your lips and you moan thrusting your hips up needing the fricton, you needed him. 

“Please dean” You moan hoping he would stop teasing and fuck you good and hard. Dean smirks down at you as he grabs his cock and rubs it through your dreched folds rubbing your clit. 

“Fuck me dean, Make me yours” You beg, he groans and sowlely pushes in you both moaning at filling getting what you both wanted for so long. Dean filled you to the brine and stressed you out just enough to leave a slight sting. Dean leans down and kisses you deeply as you adjust to him. He reaches down and slowly rubs your clit and you tighten around him making him groan. 

“Your so tight and wet sweetheart, gonna fuck you good and hard” He growls as he fucks into you hard and deep shaking your body with each hard thrust. Your nails drag down his back and you cling to his ass your nails digging in trying to bring him closer. You were a moaning beginning mess. Dean leans down and kisses and bites every inch of skin he could reach, marking you. His hold on you was almost borderline painful but you didn't want him to loosen his hold on you. You liked that he might leave bruises behind you wanted to feel this for days. 

Dean pulls out of you and flips you on all fours with your ass in the air as he re enters you from behind. His hips slam into you deeply and roughly making you cry out and push back taking him even deeper. One of his hand goses into your hair and pulls your hair bearing your neck for his teeth. Dean growls lowly before he smacks your ass making you cry out and clench around him tightly and he groans doing it again. 

“Dean please!” You beg pushing back into his hard thrusts you was so close to cumming. It felt like he had kept you right at the edge for ever and you needed to cum badly. 

“Please what sweetheart?” he growls in your ear never losing his rhythm or pace as he drilled into you. Your mind goes hazy and foggy from his tone and from lust. Dean gives another sharp smack when you don't answer making you cry out and clench around him. 

“Please let me cum!” you cry out as he pounds into you he groans and pulls out and flips you back over on your back his hand gose around your throat making you look right at him. Dean leans down and kisses you deeply as he fucks you hard into the bed your nails leaving tracks down his back. 

“Scream for me Sweetheart” he growls in your ear before rubbing your clit hard and hiting your g’ spot. 

“DEAN!” you scream out as you cum hard your body stiffens and your world gose bright white. Dean groans and pumps a few more times before he stiffens and cums deep inside of you making you moan. 

“Damn Sweetheart” He pants laying down kissing you deeply before falling on the side of the bed trying to catch his breath. Dean reaches over for you and you lay your head on his chest as he runs his fingers through your hair, holding you close to him. You could feel his heartbeat slowing down as you kissed his chest. 

“What? Too much for you to handle?” you grin and he chuckles and smacks your ass playfuling making you laugh. Dean looks up at you as you straddle him his hands going to your hips and your hands on his chest as you rock just a little bit making him bite his lip.

“For you? Never sweetheart I just think we should of done this sooner” he grins up at you his hands running up your sides. You feel him harden under you and you smirk down at him. 

“An now you Dean Winchester are mine and this night is just getting started” You smirk holding up a pair of handcuffs. 

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Hunted Pt. 4

pt. 1 pt. 2 pt. 3

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Vampire!reader

Summary: How will Dean react to finding you in his flannel when he returns from a hunting trip?

Warnings: None

A/n: Oh my god, this is the last part :,(. This is my first ever series and I’m kinda sad to see it come to an end. I’ve put so much work into this series and I hope you’ve enjoyed!

Thank you so much to everyone for the support the support and a special thank you to @something-noir who unknowingly convinced me to make this<333

Tags: @something-noir @fairy-alix

It’s been a week since Dean woke you up from your nightmare and ever since than the two of you have gotten along rather nicely.

During the day time you rarely see Dean, so the night time has become your favorite hours of the day. Around 9:00 pm he comes stumbling into the room ranting to you about some case he can’t figure out.

You were usually cuddled up in the covers of his bed listening intently to whatever he has to say.

The way Dean spoke sent butterflies to your stomach, his voice was low and hoarse yet calming. You could fall asleep to it and to be completely honest you have.

Dean slept on the ground but every morning you’d wake up with him sleeping by your side, his arm usually draped across your waist. The two of you never discussed it but that didn’t stop you from falling more in love with him.

When you woke up today, Dean was already in the kitchen. Sam was cooking while Dean was sitting at the table reading his dad’s diary.

“Good morning!”, you said with a yawn.

“Morning Y/n, take a seat breakfast is almost ready.”, Sam replied.

You sat across from Dean who didn’t look up from the diary but acknowledged your presence with a smirk.

Sam was still under the impression that Dean despised you, I mean you don’t blame him because he rarely saw the two of you in the same room.

You were patient at first but slowly drove into boredom. Your leg started to bounce and you bit at your nails. Dean reached under the table and placed his hand on your knee to make you stop bouncing. He could tell you were flustered by the action so he continued to caress your knee with his thumb. His hands were rough yet warm and gentle, their touch made your skin tingle.

Dean stared straight into your eyes not allowing you to break eye contact, the tension was broken though by three plates of food being set on the table.

“Th-thanks Sam..”, you stuttered out and Dean retracted his hand. You could feel the lingering touch and you wished for more.

“I found a case just a couple miles away.”, Dean spoke with a mouthful of food.

“That’s great! What is it?”, Sam said as he grabbed pepper to sprinkle on his eggs.

“Three kids were found dead at some old factory, I’m sensing it’s a simple salt and burn.”.

“Could I go?”, you chimed in.

“Absolutely not.”, Dean glared at you.

“Dean, I could help..”, you trailed off.

“No Y/n, it’s dangerous and I don’t want you to get hurt.”, Sam looked surprised by what his brother just said. Why would he want to to protect someone he hated?

“Fine..”, you gave up and the three of you finished breakfast in silence.

After breakfast you helped Dean pack, “You could really use a monster like me on a hunt.”.

Dean looked up and pointed his finger sternly at you, “What did we talk about?”.

You sighed, “I’m not allowed to call myself a monster.”.

“That’s right and forget about the case, I don’t want to risk you getting attacked. I want you here where I know you won’t get hurt.”, Dean continued to pack.

You got all warm and fuzzy inside, Dean Winchester cares about you and wants you safe.

“Sam and I will probably be back within a day or two if we’re lucky.”.

“I’ll miss you..”, you whispered under your breath not realizing he heard.

“I’ll uh miss you too but um you have my number so if you need anything call me.”, Dean zipped up the bag and you nodded your head.

“Please be safe De.”, you said.

“De? I like it.”, he chuckled, “Don’t worry I’m a pro.”.

You helped Sam and Dean load up the impala and waved goodbye as they drove away.

Your crush on Dean growing with each breath you took, but there was one thing setting you back. Could he even like you? I mean of course your friendship with him was flirty at times but did he really view you that way? Would he actually want to date a…vampire?

The following few days your head was filled with daydreams and dread. You couldn’t stand rejection, this was the first time you’ve felt close to someone since you turned. Losing Dean over your feelings for him would kill you. Would he be disgusted that you even like him that way?

The hunt took longer than expected, you called Dean every night for updates and he’d gladly fill you in. You weren’t actually interested in the case, you just missed his voice. You didn’t just miss his voice though, you missed his scent, his touch, his face. The thing you did next was probably the most desperate thing a person would do in your situation.

One night you eyed his flannel on the back of a chair and impulsively took it. It smelled just like him, if you closed you eyes you could imagine he was just right there.

You wore the flannel around the house, wrapping it close to your body. You promised to return it before Dean came home. The thought of him finding out you stole his shirt to wear made your cheeks go pink with embarrassment.

It was now dusk and you were bored out of your mind, so you looked through Dean’s room and found his cassette player. You gently grabbed the head phones and hit play, of course it was classic rock.

Your heart matched the beat of the song and you laid down on the bed soaking in the music. You were so entranced in the moment that you didn’t hear Sam and Dean entering the bunker.

You curled up into a ball and closed your eyes imagining what it would be like to have a normal life with Dean. Perhaps you would buy a real house, get a dog or perhaps even kids. The perfect apple pie life.

Suddenly your daydream was interrupted when you felt someone take the headphones off your head. When you opened your eyes Dean was in front of you with a smug look on his face.

“Looks like someone missed me..”, he spoke and than noticed what you were wearing, “Hey..is that my flannel?”.

You didn’t go pink, you went bright red, “Um yeah I’m so sorry..”, you stood up and started to take it off but Dean stopped you.

“It’s okay, you look cute.”, Dean brushed a strand of hair out of your face and looked down at you.

“Dean?”, you said softly, “Would it be possible for you to like something like me?”.

Dean stepped closer, “What do you mean?”.

“I want to tell you something but I’m afraid you’d be disgusted because of what I am.”, you said and felt tears prick your eyes.

Dean quickly cups your face, “What you are? Y/n you should never feel ashamed of what you are. I’m sorry the world can’t see how kind and thoughtful you are…”, he hesitates. “But I do.”.

“I love you Dean.”, you said before you could stop yourself. Dean smiled and slowly leaned in half way not wanting to make a wrong move. You quickly closed the gap and melted into his lips. Dean stepped forward and you fell on top of the bed with him on top of you.

You grabbed the back of his head to push him closer into you and he smiled against your lips. By the time you both pulled away you were out of breath.

“I love you too.”, Dean placed one more kiss on your lips and got up.

“So…”, you trailed off, “Does that make me your..”.

“I’d hope so.”, Dean grabbed your hand and pulled you off the bed, “What you are Y/n, is mine.”.

[BONUS SCENE]

It was the next morning and you decided to make breakfast for once. Sam was at the table on his laptop reading something about demons.

Dean walked into the room and kissed the top of your head, “Hello to you too.”, you giggled.

Sam sat the bewildered by what he just witnessed, “Um? What’s going on?”.

Dean sat across from him, “What? A man can’t kiss his girl?”.

Sam puts his face in his hands, “I’m going to need a drink.”.

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