#deanmon x reader

[lostgirl677]

Nothing can stop me from loving you part.2

MoC!Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Platonic!Sam Winchester x PlatonicFem!Reader

Established relationship

Masterlist

Part.1

A few weeks had passed, and I could tell Sam was as on edge as I was. He even convinced some douchebag to seal a deal with a crossroad demon to try to catch the red-eyed asshole. But all he managed to get was an arm in a sling. On my side, I contacted every hunter we knew around the country to try to gather information. But it was mostly useless. It was a race against time, and we were obviously losing. We knew that Crowley wasn’t alone in this. He had a whole crew of assholes with him. I  tried to summon Crowley and some of his lackeys, but the assholes never showed up. Even the various tracking spells with Rowena never worked. And to top it all, my dreams were plagued with weird changing images of a bar, cowboy hats and this shitty song “I’m too sexy”. Dean had finally managed to drive me crazy. I was losing my marbles at this point. 

Today wasn’t different from the others. If doing research in the hope of finding something useful could finally lead to something, it was mostly infuriating. I took the computer and a selection of books about demon invocation and went to the library. After many hours of leafing through each book, knowledge seemed to pass over my head without ever getting into it. An exasperated sigh escaped my lips as I dropped my head in my hands. “It’s useless. I won’t find anything useful in there.”, I whispered, completely desperate. I stayed in this position for a few minutes, or maybe hours. I couldn’t tell. But if the roles were reversed, Dean would turn the world upside down to find me. He would never surrender. And I loved him way too much to give up that easily. So I raised my head, wiped some stray tears, and tried to do more research. 

But reading for the hundredth time the same sentence was a signal that I couldn‘t focus anymore. Instead, my mind decided to wander away from the dusty books. And, even though it was too late to think about it, I couldn’t help but torture myself about the what-ifs. If I had stopped Dean altogether from fighting Metatron in the first place with a spell from Rowena, maybe we wouldn’t be in this crap? Perhaps, if I stayed with Dean as intended that night instead of leaving him alone, I could have stopped Crowley before he ran away with Dean. Well, maybe not stopping him, but at least delaying him a little and trying to get some sense in Dean’s mind. But I couldn’t afford to waste my time with the actions I didn’t do. It was a dangerous spiral that should never be explored. So, in order to regain the handle of the situation, I tried to focus on the things I could control. Which means thinking of the various tactics we could use to find Dean. 

After some plotting against Crowley, I decided to phone Cas for the first time since Dean’s death. I was still a bit embarrassed about my cries for help, knowing that I was bothering him with a situation he couldn’t improve. I took a deep breath as I tried to ponder whether I should call him or not. But I already clicked on the phone icon without even thinking. As the phone rang, I secretly hoped to end up on the voicemail. It rang a bit and before I could think of hanging up, I heard his deep voice. “Y/N?” I heard him say, a bit surprised. “Hey, Cas. How are you?” There was a bit of silence before I heard him clear his throat. “It is complicated to manage without my grace. But it is also difficult to repair all the damages Metatron caused but we are working things out. What about you with Dean?” 

I hesitated a bit before replying “ Well, it’s pretty hard. He could be anywhere and doing god knows what at the moment. Plus, Sam is acting recklessly now. I’m scared, Cas. I don’t know what to do. " "We’re going to find him, don’t worry. As soon as I’m done with this celestial issue, I’ll come to help you.” I could hear that he was sincere, that he truly loved Dean as much as we did.” Thank you, Cas. Also, I wanted to tell you that I’m sorry that I haven't called you since his death.” I wanted to add something else but my voice shattered a bit. “I am not mad at you, Y/N. I understand. And you don’t have to be embarrassed about your distress, it is a normal human feeling in these circumstances. Just know that your cries and prayers weren’t ignored, that they broke my heart and shook me to my core. I am sorry that I was not able to do more.” His voice wavered a bit while saying this. “Take care, Y/N. Call me anytime you need.” “Thank you, Cas. Take care too.” And he hung up the phone.

After the phone call, I decided to busy myself with more research. But again, my mind always ended up circling with the worst-case scenarios, this time. Crowley had a precise reason to revive Dean, and it scared me. And since there was no way Dean could have willingly left with Crowley, there had to be some kind of mind control or something. What if Crowley used Dean to be his personal hitman? What if he used him as a bargain with one of our enemies? Hell he could even use him as a male stripper to gain money! It wasn’t even the worst option there, but everything was possible when Crowley was involved. He could have taken him out of the country, for that matter. He could even have killed him if his project were finalized. It made me close my eyes to repress undesirable tears. Slowly, I pushed the computer away. All of this mess was giving me a killer migraine. 

Timeskip 

It was late when I heard the front door of the bunker. Sam was going down the stairs, his arms full of files. I immediately rushed to help him. The bags under his eyes became darker than the day before and his hair was messy. He looked so exhausted, just like me. He glanced at me and gently smiled. “Thanks, Y/N.” I smiled too. “No problem. I won’t let you carry everything in your state. Also, I made dinner. I’ll heat it for you if you want.” A warm smile illuminated his face. “Thank you, I’m starving.” We put all the files on the library’s table and made our way to the kitchen. Once inside the room, Sam began to set the table for the both of us and once dinner was warm, we both ate while making small talk. “I’m sure that's how Dean knew you were the one. Super caring and your cooking is heavenly.” His remark warmed my heart and broke it at the same time. “Thank you. I still remember the first time he tasted my pistachio pasta sauce.” Sam laughed. “I thought that he would propose right away. I must admit that your dish was incredible.” There was a pause before he talked again. “I also remember all the pep talks I gave to him to encourage him to make a move. Strangely enough, he can be super smooth with a random girl. But with you? A complete dork. He looked like a middle schooler trying to ask his crush out.” I laughed a little. “Who would have thought, indeed?” But my smile faltered quickly and I almost dropped my fork, no longer hungry. Sam noticed but didn’t say a word. Instead, he just sent me a reassuring smile and the rest of the meal was silent.

The next day, I woke up with a start after an intense dream of a guy kidnapping Sam. That weird guy wanted to kill Dean. Those strange dreams happened almost every night, and I couldn’t understand why. Was it a sort of trauma? I couldn’t understand what it was, but it was becoming scary. As I took in my surroundings, I realized that I had slept again on the floor in the middle of a stack of books and that someone had wrapped a blanket around me. The pain in my back didn’t go unnoticed by my dazed state. I slowly stretched my limbs, trying to not knock over the piles of books. Getting up was rarely this hard. Well, except for those once in a blue moon lazy mornings with Dean…Once I stood on both my feet, I prepared myself for another day of fruitless research.

It was around 10 AM when Rowena crashed into the bunker. She seemed happy this morning, not phased by my surprised expression at all. “I found another spell”, she said as she put a heavy stack of books on the table with a loud thud. “It’s a very  ancient one that I will adapt to the modern days.” The spells had failed so many times that I was past the excited state. When she saw my lack of reaction, she added, “Well, dear. I have a wee bit of hope that this spell will work.” I raised an eyebrow and replied,  “You said that the last time. And the other times before that one. And I still don’t know where Dean is.” Wow, it came out harsher than I intended to. I knew that she was doing what she could. But I couldn’t help but feel on edge with all the useless magic crap at this point. Even if I knew she was a bit upset, she still had her sassy expression when she replied, “Being a witch is not just looking fabulous and flying on a broomstick, dearie. It’s also doing research and trying spells. That means trials and errors as well.” She was right, of course, but I was desperate for answers. “I’m sorry, Rowena. You’re right. I didn’t have to lash out at you like that.” She just patted my shoulder and threw me a little smile. Unlike the brothers, my relationship with Rowena wasn’t that strained. 

“Are you ready to perform?” she asked. Deep down, I wasn’t ready because the sole thought of failing again drove me crazy. But you can’t know until you try, right? So I just replied, “Yeah. Let’s get ready. What do you need for this one?”  She looked at a list in her hand and enumerated, “I’ll need candles, a map of the country, something of his, a picture of him and the blood of one of his relatives to do this spell. The rest is provided by your fabulous witch.” She said as she designated herself in an elegant move of hand. “But wait, how will it work? And we don’t even know if they’re still in the country or even this realm.” I finally asked. 

She consulted her paper again and told me, “Once everything is in the bowl, I’ll perform the spell. And then, I’ll dip the pendulum in the bowl and place it above the map. The pendulum will find the start of Dean’s journey, which means the location of the bunker and will drip the blood on it. The blood will get absorbed by the map and trace the entire path taken to his final destination. Then you’ll find your loverboy again, dearie.” She then patted my shoulder and added “They’re still in the country, Fergus might be vicious but he sometimes lacks imagination. How can I possibly be related to him?” I looked at her, half hopeful, half desperate and nodded my head. In return, she simply smiled at me. As she began to prepare her improvised altar, I ran as fast as I could in the bunker to find what she needed. I came back with one of his old bracelets, a map, candles and a picture of him next to Baby.

When I arrived, Rowena had set everything and was reading one of the heavy leather-bound books she brought. The moment she noticed me, she lifted her head and sent me a smile. We laid the map on the altar, lit the candles and placed the bracelet and the picture on the large bowl. ”So, everything is in place, I’ll just need...” She didn’t finish her sentence as a loud noise behind us made us jump. Sam just came back. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Rowena. “Hello, Y/N and, uh, Rowena,” he said, visibly surprised. “Well. Hello Samuel. You’re right in time for once.” He seemed a little scared and asked, “Right on time for what?” So I explained, “Rowena found another spell, but to perform it, we’ll need the blood of a relative of Dean.” As he took the information in, he just nodded and asked, “Okay. Do you need just a drop or more?” She gave him an athame and told him. “You’ll have to slice the palm of your left hand and make your blood drip on the bowl. But not until I said the incantation for the third time. It is extremely important. When I use the pendulum, I’ll need you both to chant ‘Orientem Occidentem Septentrionem et Meridiem monstrant viam ab uno absente captam’, okay?” Sam looked at her, then me and nodded again.

Rowena then began the ritual. She breathed deeply before singing her incantation. “Orientem Occidentem Septentrionem et Meridiem monstrant viam ab uno absente captam” she sang in a deep voice. She was moving her hands toward each cardinal point above the bowl. A tingling sensation of electricity in the air made the atmosphere tense. So much so that I could feel the hair at the back of my head rising and goosebumps forming on my arms. I was holding my breath the whole time, anxiety filling my veins. By the way Sam looked everywhere around him, I knew he was as anxious as me. When Rowena reached the third time reciting, Sam sliced his left hand as indicated and as she kept singing. 

The lights of the bunker began to flicker, and the bowl produced the noise of something bubbling and thin steam could be seen. I swiftly approached Sam to wrap his hand in a clean cloth. She then plunged her pendulum into the blood, and it began to rotate in search of the bunker. Sam and I began to sing. After a few rotations above the Kansas area, the pendulum finally stopped and touched the map. “Keep singing!” she ordered as she closed her eyes and began to sing with us. The tension in the air increased, making it hard to breathe. Then, it happened. A faint red line was finally forming itself on the map, beginning at the location of the bunker and continuing. It was the first time I felt this hopeful in weeks.

Suddenly, the thin steam erupting from the bowl became thicker. And some lightbulbs around us exploded in a terrible noise. Sam and I both looked at each other. “Uh, Rowena, is it normal?” asked Sam, coughing a little. Rowena kept her eyes closed, “What is it, Samuel?” But before we could say anything, the smoke became thick black in an explosion sound, and the map began to burn almost instantly on the altar. Sam and I immediately tried to stop it from burning. Rowena opened her eyes, completely startled by the sudden commotion. Her eyes widened when she saw what was happening. “No, no, no! It wasn’t supposed to burn!” she screamed as she tried to help us stop the fire. But it was too late. It was almost in ashes. I barely had time to see the red line stopped dead in its tracks to God knows where. It was merely at the frontier of Kansas. To say that I was devastated was an understatement. We were so close! I could see the deception in Sam’s eyes as well.

Everything happened very fast in a  short period. So fast that I struggled to process it. It gave me the weird sensation that I was in a dream, that it couldn’t be real. Just like Dean’s death. It was pushing me over the edge. All my repressed feelings came to the surface. The sadness, guilt, grief, and anger suddenly blinded me, “Son of a bitch! What the hell had happened?! It wasn’t supposed to end like an election for the new pope!” I screamed. Rowena had a sorry look in her eyes.”I’m sorry, darling. I guess it means he doesn’t want us to find him. But I’ll keep looking for a new spell.”, she said as she tried to arrange the mess with Sam. I heard her mumbling "Sometimes Fergus makes me hate myself for participating in that orgy back then." Sam then spoke in an hopeful tone, “I heard about a series of weird murders before coming here. It could be linked to Dean.” I simply nodded my head, trying to keep my emotions at bay to not lashing out on someone. I was trembling, and my heartbeat was wild and erratic. I wanted to smash everything around me, but this mess wasn’t anyone’s fault but Crowley’s. So I breathed deeply and began to help them. 

Later in the day, I decided to seclude myself in my old room to take a nap. The dream was weird, once again. This time, there was a gorgeous blond woman. She was serving a beer to someone. The next part was Casa Erotica worthy but I couldn’t see who was with her. I woke up instantly. I was going crazy. Somehow, I truly felt like I was spying on her, like it wasn’t a regular dream. I finally fell asleep again but this time, all the dream showed me was the name “Black Spur Bar” and then a map with the name Beulah, North Dakota shining bright. This time, I almost fell off my bed. Maybe it wasn’t just a dream? I had to tell Sam.

I sprinted out of my room, hoping to find Sam in the Bunker. Luckily, I heard him speak to someone in his room. He was at his desk, looking at his computer, taking notes with his phone in hand.” Drew Neely, you say? I’ll check this…” I nearly screamed “Sam, sorry to interrupt you but I think we need to go to Beulah in North Dakota.”  With a surprised expression, Sam looked at me and said “Sorry, Cas. Y/N has something to say. I’ll put you on a loudspeaker so you can interact with us. Now, Y/N, will you explain please.”

Part.3 soon

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[woman-of-balnain]

In Progress/Future/Potential Fics

This is more for my own reference than anything. Just to keep track of the fics I’m planning to write. I don't include posting dates anymore, as my schedule is more unreliable now, but this list is in the order I plan to write things.

Masterlist

Key:

😈 - Smutty Thoughts

🔥 - Strictly Foreplay or Not Really Full-Blown Smut

💦  - Smut

💥 - Arguing Between the Pairing

💔 - Angst

💕 - Fluff

❤️‍🩹 - Hurt/Comfort

🐺 - A/B/O Dynamics

⚔️ - Historical AU

In Progress:

1. Corruption (Request): part 2 & 3 🐺💦

The Walking Dead - NOT related to 'the Claim' - a sheltered omega reader with no real knowledge about presentations, heat/rut cycles etc.

Alpha Rick Grimes/Omega Fem!Reader.

Future Fics:

1. Arthur Request 💦

Red Dead Redemption - Arthur fingering the Reader with his leather gloves on.

2. Arthur Request 💦

Red Dead Redemption - High Honor Arthur with a shy, virgin Reader

3. Coveted (Multi-Part Series) 🐺💔💦

The Walking Dead - You and Rick have an agreement to help each other through your respective heats and ruts. It’s never been anything more than that, despite how much you wished for the opposite. After arriving in Alexandria, Rick decides that it's time your arrangement comes to an end and you reluctantly try to move on from the feelings you've developed for him. Nevertheless, jealousy ends up getting the better of you.

Sequel to Corruption.

Alpha Rick Grimes/Omega Fem!Reader.

4. Heat 🐺💦

The Walking Dead - Daryl has always had his own subtle way of helping you in the buildup to your heats. Turning a blind eye when one of his shirts goes missing, letting you scent him in private moments away from the others… but after the loss of the prison, your heat hits again while you’re on the road and Daryl has to take a more hands-on approach to help you this time.

Alpha Daryl Dixon/Omega Fem!Reader - *you essentially replace Beth in the period after the group loses the prison.

5. Nattstemning 💦

The Walking Dead - When the group arrives in Alexandria, it's revealed that there aren't enough beds for you all to get your own, so some of you have to share. You get paired with Rick and his hands tend to wander in his sleep. My first attempt at the ‘there’s only one bed’ trope.

Rick Grimes/Fem!Reader.

6. The Devil in Me (Multi-Part Series) 🐺💦💔

Supernatural - Dean gave up on finding his true mate a long time ago. Considering the life he leads, he always thought it was better that way. It must be another one of life’s sick jokes that when he finally found you, it was while he bore the mark of Cain and right before he dies and comes back as a demon.

Demon!Dean/Deanmon, Mark of Cain Dean, Alpha Dean, Omega Reader, Female Reader.

7. The Claim (Rewrite) 🐺💦

The Walking Dead - A rewrite of the original that I intend to also make longer, with better pacing.

Alpha Rick Grimes/Omega Fem!Reader.

8. Undone in Sorrow (Rewrite) 🐺💔

The Walking Dead - A rewrite of the original that I intend to have better pacing and an improved plot.

Alpha Rick Grimes/Omega Fem!Reader.

9. Endzeitfragmente Part 3 (Untitled; Multi-Part Series) 🐺💦💔

The Walking Dead - Sequel to the Claim and Undone in Sorrow, that I intend to be much more of an AU following the events of All Out War and to conclude Rick and the Reader's story. Still in very early stages of plotting it out, but I plan for it to be a big deviation from the show after s8's events.

Alpha Rick Grimes/Omega Fem! Reader.

10. Untitled Moon Knight Fic (Multi-Part Series) ⚔️💕❤️‍🩹💦💔

Moon Knight - Historical AU where you are the daughter of the King, who decides to marry you off to the mysterious Marc Spector who is keeping more secrets than you ever could have imagined. Arranged marriage; no MCU powers; takes inspiration from Henry VIII's reign and court; includes all three moon boys.

Marc Spector/Fem!Reader, Steven Grant/Fem!Reader, Jake Lockley/Fem!Reader.

Potential Fics:

These are fic ideas I've had that aren't high on my list in terms of priority and that I haven't seriously committed to writing. If any stick out to you, feel free to let me know that you're interested as it may make me more inspired to write them.

1. Shelter for My Soul 💕💔

Red Dead Redemption - In his final days, Arthur finds the time to slip away from camp and visit his family. As he takes it all in for the last time, he remembers the times you’ve all spent together.

Arthur/Fem!Reader - *You and Arthur are married and have children (but you have your own home and don’t live with the gang).

2. A Fine Night of Concealed Debauchery 💦

Red Dead Redemption - While the gang throws a party, a slightly drunk Arthur is playing poker and pulls you onto his lap. It isn't long before his hands start wandering under the table, making him quickly lose focus on the game.

Arthur Morgan/Fem!Reader.

3. Dominance, Submission 🐺💦

The Walking Dead - You act recklessly (yet again), causing Rick to force you into submission and teach you a lesson. Light bdsm, set in the early prison era. A light sequel to ‘the Claim’ that can be read independently of it.

Alpha Rick Grimes/Omega Fem!Reader.

#Dean Winchester x Reader #alpha dean x omega reader #alpha!rick grimes x omega!reader #Daryl Dixon x reader #alpha!daryl Dixon x omega!reader #demon dean x reader #deanmon x reader #marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #jake lockley x reader #arthur morgan x reader #rick grimes x reader

[topofmythighs]

demon dean smut 👀👀👀

speaking in tongue

demon!dean winchester x she/her reader

rundown: it's gettin' hawt in here!!! demon!dean fucks his gf and that's basically it

word count: 3k

warnings: where do we start? corruption!kink, sub x dom themes, oral, p in v pen., master!kink, cnc???, pain!kink, breeding!kink,

navigating the depths of her relationship with dean has always been difficult; he is the definition of closed off. working through typical relationship issues is easy for the two of them, but it’s the most profound secrets that dean keeps locked away even from sam that drive them apart. still, even with the disagreements and frequent pleas for dean to let her into his mind, she stays, because she promised she would.

it’s difficult, though, to not poke and prod at the mind of her lover as he shifts from mortal to demon.

dean’s more violent — hedonistic, even — but he’s almost more open than her true lover is. as the two of them sit across from each other at the bunker’s table, drinks in hand, she can’t help but purse her lips at the thought of asking more.

“go ahead, sweetheart,” dean smirks. 

she sighs as she stares into her drink, nervous to look up and see the green eyes of her lover replaced with depthless, soulless black ones. she wishes sam was here — she knows he would want to ask questions, too — but he had to flea the bunker with castiel. (he begrudgingly left her there, but with dean’s lack of plans to harm her, sam trusted that she would call him if something went wrong.) 

“it’s hard to not pick your brain,” she finally says, looking up slowly at dean.

he smirks, taking a swig of his drink. “i’m an open book.”

“yeah, but, he’s not.” she sighs, also taking a drink of her whiskey. “i just - i want to know what he thinks of me. i need to know. i know he loves me — we’ve been together for what feels like forever — but he’s just so shut-out and--“

“and don’t you think it’s time you know what he thinks of you, sweetheart?” dean asks, looking at her with a quizzed look so human that she almost believes she’s talking to dean. within an instant, he’s at her side, leaning against the table. his warm, calloused hand, the same as dean's, cups her jaw, forcing her to look up at him. she swallows thickly as her blood freezes up in her body. “you know he loves you, sweetheart. i’ve always been here — watching, waiting to come out and talk to you. to tell you what he thinks of you, how he feels about you.”

“do i want to know?” she whispers, feeling the grip on her jaw tighten. 

she’s scared and flustered. her mind is swirling, trying to wrap around itself that this is not dean in any other way than physically. he lets her jaw go with a quick jerk, crouching down in front of her. 

“he thinks about you all the time. touching you, fucking you,” he purrs. he watches the blush rise on her face, and just to be an asshole, he tacks on, “it’s gross, to be honest.”

“keep it in your pants,” she mutters, glaring at him and drinking down her whiskey. 

he spins her chair to face him. sitting down on his knees, he places his hands on hers, gripping hard. 

“ow,” she winces. “please,” she says, “please take your hands off of me.”

“ah, ah, ah. what you aren’t getting, sweetheart,” he says coldly, “is that even if you hate me, you love him.” he pushes himself up off of the ground and leans in close to her. “and right now, we are one.”

she stares into his eyes and shakily puts her hands on his cheeks as his hands grip tight on the arms of the chair. “baby,” she whispers, pleading. “if you can hear me, please know i’m here.”

“he knows, sweetheart,” dean whispers. “he can hear you. we can hear you.” dean looks into her eyes, smiling pridefully at her. 

she takes a deep breath in, looking one last time into his green eyes, before guiding his lips to hers. she kisses him deeply, trying to feel dean amidst the demon.

“not so fast,” dean says. his ultimate speed has their positions flipped within seconds. she sits on his lap, hands still on his cheeks. “if we’re doing this, and trust me, we want this,” he purrs, “you need to understand that you don’t control me.” she nods quickly, frightened to do anything he doesn’t want her to. “but just because i’m some cold-blooded killer that has it out for every mortal around him,” he chuckles, “doesn’t mean i’m gonna hurt you, sweetheart. i don't want no angels or hunters after me. i don’t have a death wish.”

“they couldn’t stop you anyway,” she whispers, feeling herself relax into his hands that are tight on her hips.

he smiles at her. “that’s my girl.” 

his hands find her hair quickly, pulling her down into a deep kiss. her arms wrap around his neck as her body slowly sinks down onto his. she’s still unsure if her heart has stopped beating, but she feels his hand find her lower back and gently press her body down more.

“you’re okay, sweetheart,” dean murmers, and she swears that was really him. her legs finally relax and settle themselves on either side of his thigh, feeling the denim-to-denim contact. her arms tighten around him, and her lips find his neck where she places small kisses up and down it. 

testing the waters, she grabs a fistful of dean’s hair at the back of his neck as she kisses it, and she feels his hips buck up to hers.

“god,” dean whispers. “don’t make me feel like some desperate teenager here, baby girl.”

she smiles as she continues to kiss. she gently grinds her hips down against his thigh, staying very close to his body and keeping her movements slow. “don’t mean to,” she whispers back. “just trying to enjoy all of you.”

"we've got time, baby," he purrs, his hands roaming her thighs. he tilts his head back, savouring the wet, open-mouthed kisses that she continues to leave all over his throat.

the grip his hands have on her thighs leaves a searing pain behind, so she pushes herself away from his delicious skin to peek and see if the denim of her jeans has been burned away. she grabs his shoulders to steady herself, wincing as he squeezes harder.

she stares at her thighs, expecting burning flesh to be escaping the denim, but there's nothing there.

"ow," she whines, eyes meeting the demon's soulless black ones.

he smirks at her, peeling his hands off her thighs. "feel that?"

"yeah, it hurts like hell," she mumbles.

her jaw is grabbed once again by the familiar calloused hand, and her mouth hangs open slightly.

"i didn't ask for the attitude, sweetheart," dean snarls. "all that pain? means your little boyfriend is here, feeling all of this and watching us like a pervert in a movie theatre."

his eyes melt green again, and the combination of a mention of a mortal dean mixed with his luscious green eyes allows her body to fall slack. she drops back down onto dean's thighs and drools, coating his hand in spit. he smiles slyly at her, pulling his hand off her face before leaving a hard, aggressive slap to her cheek. he places his thumb in her still-open mouth and forces her face back to his. her mouth instinctively closes around his thumb.

"my good girl," he says, a hand finding her waist.

she smiles around his thumb, her cheek wet from her own spit being slapped onto it. she very slowly leans forward until her head rests on dean's shoulder and gently grabs hold of dean's wrist. she rests against him for a moment, feeling the pulse of his cock against her core every time she sucks on his thumb (she swears her heartbeat matches the rhythm of his dick.). her body goes slack, recovering from the pain in her thighs and on her face.

if she was in any other state of mind, she would be the utmost apprehensive woman in the world. if dean truly is watching, she has no doubt in her mind that he will condemn her for feeling safe in the arms of a demon. but as she lays here with her head on his shoulder and his protective arm around her, she wonders if there's some form of loneliness that drives a demon's anarchy.

she sits up, tired of thinking. she gently pulls his thumb out of her mouth, then presses a kiss to his lips. her shakey fingers unbutton his red shirt, and she feels a surge of wetness overtake her when she feels how incredibly hot dean's skin is.

dean can't help but admire her. he watches her as she licks her lips, and he feels his shirt coming undone. her eyes are huge and innocent, glistening like she's experiencing this for the first time. he knows she's focusing too much on the heat of his skin, overthinking about how close dean of the subconscious is watching, so he guides her hands to the tent in his jeans.

"we want you, sweetheart," he purrs, his hand looming over hers.

"take me," she whispers, so quiet that even with exaggerated senses, dean can barely hear her.

his inhumane speed brings her up onto the table with her jeans pulled off her legs. he smirks at her soaked thong - once a baby pink turned a deep rose from the amount of wetness her body has made. he pulls her to the edge of the table, kneeling down on the floor to press kisses to her thighs.

her hands try to push his head away. "no, please! he hasn't - it's been too long! i don't want you there, i want him."

dean smiles up at her from in between her thighs. "he's always here, babygirl."

he pulls her underwear to the side, immediately licking up all of the slick that her warm pussy made. she releases a loud, pornstar moan, her hands finding dean's hair quickly. he kisses her pussy, and she swears she can hear him growling from in between her thighs. she moans louder, hoping his dick throbs harder.

it must have, because his mouth finds her clit and sucks hard, eliciting a long, loud whine from her spit-covered lips. her hands are tight in his hair, the tension in her body having nowhere to escape but her hands. dean continues to lick and suck at her clit, making her whine and moan like she's never been touched before.

"need, need you," she groans, feeling dean's fingers dig deep into her thighs.

he comes up for air, pressing kisses anywhere he can. she swears she feels her dean here with her.

"need me?" dean whispers, his eyes staring into hers. she moans at his deep voice, swearing it rumbles through her. her head tilts back, and, within mere seconds, her body bounces off of dean's soft, memory foam mattress. she hears her breath catch in her throat, to which he smirks. "too fast for you, sweetheart?"

she shakes her head quickly as her hands find his belt and button. "like it," she mutters, her thoughts flowing too quickly to focus on anything but touching dean's cock.

when it sits in the palm of her hand, hard and hot, she whines and feels a gush of wetness fall over the tops of her thighs. she immediately tries to position his cock against her entrance, but he grabs her wrist.

"one thing about us, sweetheart," dean says, "is nothing turns us on more than watching those angel eyes suck cock." he smirks at her as she nods feverishly.

he flips their positions, allowing himself to sit against the headboard while she lays in between his thighs. her ass is high in the air as she wraps her hand around his cock again, licking up his long, veiny cock. he grabs her hair immediately, allowing her brain to turn off and her mouth to be used.

"pretty girl," dean mumbles, moaning as he face fucks her. her eyes are glazed over when she looks up at him, and she moans around his cock as those beautiful, green eyes watch her suck his cock. he holds her head down, her nose just an inch away from his pelvis. she gags, and usually dean would let up, but this time, he holds her head still.

she moves her hands up his thighs, digging her nails into them, letting him know it's too much. he doesn't let up until she draws blood just one gag later.

"bitch," he mutters, as he pulls her up by her hair. he watches his doll catch her breath, a long line of spit keeping her mouth connected to his cock. her eyes are watery, and a few tears have slipped down her face. small traces of makeup are smeared over her face.

their eyes meet, and his black, soulless ones switch back to his crystal clear, serpentine green eyes. he immediately pulls her onto him, his large protective hands rubbing her back. "i'm sorry, angel," he mutters.

she pulls herself up, and her legs straddle his hips. she keeps herself close to him as he kisses her head. his kisses lead onto her face, eliciting a small, fucked-out smile from her.

"it's okay, master," she whispers, peeling his hands from her face and pressing kisses onto his wrists, desperate to feel the human in him. as she does, he rubs his cock over her wet pussy, making her whine and hide her face in his hand.

she grabs his hand and tangles their fingers together, pushing herself up onto her knees to sink down onto his cock. she watches her boyfriend's face fall into the expression it always does when she takes it all; his mouth open, eyes closed, and his chest tight with air.

"i'll always let you do whatever you want to me, sir," she says, rocking her hips back and forth on his dick.

he smacks her ass, and a deep burning sensation flows through her veins. she knows her dean is gone again, taken over by the demon yet again.

"good girl," he says, watching her intently. he watches exactly where their bodies connect.

whether it's the demon's energy coursing through her boyfriend's body or the fact that she hasn't been fucked this hard in a few months, she finds it hard to take all of dean's cock. still, she does her best, feeling electricity course through her pussy whenever she sinks down all the way. she knows from the burning that dean is there. trapped in his mind, but he's there.

knowing he's there brings her an odd source of comfort. she wants to put on a show for him, and she wants to stay on this demon's good side. she hopes that he can feel everything the way she is. she rocks her hips again, feeling dean's fat cock hit her g-spot. she lets out a very loud moan, squeezing dean's hand harder as she rides.

dean groans, too. "fuck, babygirl," he mutters. "so fucking wet."

she caresses his face with her free hand, stilling her hips. "sir?" she asks quietly.

he smirks at her shyness, bucking his hips up into her. "yes, sweetheart?"

she squeezes his hand again, and to her surprise, he squeezes back. her hands feel like she's touching a hot stove. she blushes, knowing dean's right there. "make me squirt?"

his eyes roll back as he groans, and his lightning speed flips them into doggy quickly. he places her head into the pillows and grabs her hips, fucking her soaking wet pussy hard and fast.

"sir, sir, fuck!" she screams, feeling her hips burn where his fingertips squeeze. "i need," she moans. "need your cum."

"fuck, sweetheart," dean says, slowing down his speed a bit. he chuckles. "your boyfriend in here does not want me to do that."

her laboured breathing makes her choke out, "since when did you care?"

he laughs again. "you're a dirty whore. i like it."

she smiles into the pillows and wiggles her ass, begging for him to fuck her harder. he finds his rhythm again, and within a moment, she's finding his wrist and squeezing hard as she cums around his cock.

"don't stop, sir, please, don't stop!" she can feel the tension in her tummy build up again, and she's excited to see how worked up her mortal body can make a demon.

he keeps his pace, slapping her ass and fucking her pussy deep.

"fuck, your pussy is so good, doll," he mutters. "you want a demon to cum in you?"

she nods her head yes. "want your babies," she whispers, instantly regretting her dirty words.

dean haults, flipping her onto her back. "gonna watch that pretty face."

she smiles, grabbing his face for a kiss. his hands fist the pillow around her head, and he fucks her wet, warm pussy until his cum spills into her. the feeling of his thick load inside her makes that rope in her tummy snap, and she's begging him to fuck her hard again. he does, and she squirts as he fucks his cum deeper into her.

she cries out loudly as her body winds down from its high. dean switches them so she can lay on his chest. he rubs her body all over, and if her mind wasn't gone, she would easily overthink why he's showing her any sort of care.

her leg loosely wraps around his hips, and her arms wrap around his chest. he presses kisses to her head, petting her hair.

"y'know," he starts. "takes a real strong man to fight off total possession." she nods dumbly against his chest, just happy to feel the vibrations of his voice from his chest in her ear. "your man's got a lot of willpower to get back to you, sweetheart."

she nods again, pulling herself onto him more. "thank you for not hurting me, dean."

he smiles at her, and his hands continue to rub all over her body. "i still don't have a death wish, babygirl."

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[6lostgirl6]

Yandere Alphabet - Demon!Dean Winchester

TW: Toxic Relationship, Possessive Behavior, Controlling Behavior, Hints of Physical Abuse, Hints of Verbal Abuse, Kidnapping, Mentions of Murder, Isolation And Spanking As Punishment, Cursing, Manipulation. A/N: Please inform me if I did not tag something correctly. Please know the difference between fictional and reality. While fictional, these types of relationships are extremely toxic, especially in real-life. If your relationship is showcasing these toxic behaviors, please seek help from someone to get out safely. Reblogs are heavily appreciated!!

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

He’s a physical lover, and he doesn’t give two fucks about PDA. He’ll kiss and touch you whenever and wherever he likes. He always gives you heated, passionate kisses while grasping all over your body and pressing you up against him. When he’s really affected, he’ll growl while kissing you, and his eyes will flash black on occasion.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Very messy. Demon Dean, at this point, is a malevolent being and will resort to more grotesque methods when it comes to his darling. Even if it means killing innocent people who look at you the wrong way or dare touch you, well, try. He’ll break the person’s bones before they even lay a finger on you.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Depending on how you react to the situation, his treatment of you varies. If you behave, he'll treat you good by his definition. However, if you react badly, he's going to not react well. Yes, he’ll mock you, because we need to remember that he may love you, but that doesn't change his nature. He has a cruel sense of humor.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

He’ll make you come with him on his killing sprees. You’re not a fan of blood; that’s too bad. You’ll just have to get used to it, because that’s all you’re ever going to see besides him. Blood and carnage.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Demon Dean still has some of his old traits from when he was human. He doesn't like expressing his emotions until he trusts you enough. Which would take a long time. However, when he finally trusts you, he’ll be more open about his feelings for you. He still keeps things close to his chest, though he might never speak with you about it. 

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Oh, he’s pissed.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

No, your relationship isn't a game to him. But getting you to fall in love with him will be like a game, and he'll triumph. It’s only a matter of time. Demon Dean wouldn't like seeing you try to escape; it would automatically anger him. He’ll lash out at you.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Your worst experience with him would be your fights with him. He's scary when he’s angry, especially when it's towards you. He’ll practically scream in your face and manhandle you. Another thing would be him forcing you to see his killing sprees. He doesn't trust you enough to leave you on your own, so you'll have to witness his brutality.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

When it comes to your future with him, you’re stuck with him, and not even death would separate you. He’ll secretly try to uncover a way to turn you into a demon. You'll be isolated from hunters; demons wouldn't dare approach you. He’s the only thing you’ll ever need; nobody else can help you.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Extremely, however, it’s not because he’s insecure; you simply belong to him and are completely off-limits. Coping, what’s that? He’s going to lash out in a violent way at the person attempting to flirt with you. He left people bloodied to a pulp on the floor before, and he has done worse.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

It’s discrete, but he’s a little softer around you, and he would let you get away with small things that he wouldn’t tolerate if it were another person. As a demon, he’s not afraid to show you how deep his love runs for you. He’s clingy and always has a hand grabbing you somewhere. He’s very possessive, and he tends to keep you to himself.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

When it comes to demon dean, there is no time for courting or lightly approaching you about his feelings. When he kidnapped you, there were no romantic gestures or heartfelt confessions; you simply belonged to him, and you need to get used to it.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Of course, Dean treats you differently compared to others. He’s less rough around the edge, and he does try to control his temper better around you. You’re his, and he doesn’t mistreat what belongs to him. 

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Depending on what you do, however, he'll simply tie you to the bedpost and keep you there until you learn your lesson. He would never intentionally hurt you, but he will force you over your lap and smack your ass until you’re begging for forgiveness. Trust me, he wouldn’t make it fun for you.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

The better question is: how many rights would he allow you to have? All you need to do around him is eat, sleep, and look pretty for him. Misbehave, and you’re going to be chained to the bed again.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

He will have zero patience with you, so you better behave for your own sake. He's not afraid of punishing you, however he sees fit, because you didn’t listen to him or try to escape. Therefore, try not to upset him too much.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

No, he would never move on. If you died or were killed, his rampage would be talked about in Hell for centuries. If you manage to escape, it won’t last long. He’s going to get you back, whatever it takes, so enjoy the freedom while it lasts.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

Ha! Hell no. However, after being cured, he will feel horrible for how he treated you. He’ll feel ashamed that his darker feelings for you were brought to light. He really does love you, but the demonic side of him has horrible ways of showing it.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

His transformation into a demon allowed his yandere tendencies to be brought to the surface. He doesn’t have to hold back his urges anymore, and why would he want to?

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Of course he doesn’t like it; he prefers you being obedient and rather docile. He would never admit this, but he would want you to be happy with him, even as a demon. If you try avoiding him, he’ll keep bugging you and forcing you to talk to him. He lacks patience, so your screams and cries will only make him angrier the longer you keep having tantrums.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Demon Dean would never hurt you intentionally, especially by abusing you to make you cooperate. Sure, when he lashes out, there may be a few accidents, but that’s all they are. Accidents. 

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

There are two things you could use: his killing urges and/or feeding into his ego. If you want to play the waiting game, you would have to gain his trust enough to allow you to be out of his sight. Simply pretending to love him won’t be enough because he’ll see right through you. When he goes on his killing sprees, leaving you behind for once will be your chance and only chance to escape. You better protect yourself; he will find you.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

No matter how much he cares about you, he will hurt your feelings at times, especially when he flirts with other women in front of you. When he’s extremely angry or has the itching need to kill something, you need to stay out of his way. He will lash out at you with hurtful words and potential bruises.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Demon Dean cares about you despite who he is, and he doesn’t like upsetting you. You’re not much fun with tears in your eyes. As a demon, you’re the only one that makes him feel things—feelings he used to hide within when he was human. Anyway, he would go to the ultimate length to win you over. He’s not going to beg on his knees for your love, but he’ll show you how much he worships you in his own way. You want him to kill someone and bring you their head? He'll do it.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

After Dean became a demon and left with Crowley, he didn’t take you with him at the time, no matter how much he wanted to. However, you’ve never left his thoughts, no matter how much he tried to drink your sweet voice away. You haunted him for months until he finally snapped and came after you.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

If Dean was never cured or you never managed a way to escape from him, he’ll find a way to break you and make you depend solely on him. Make you finally see that he is the only thing that would kill to keep you safe. One way or another, he’ll make you fall for him.

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𝕽𝖆𝖎𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝕭𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

(Dean Winchester x Reader Masterlist)

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: A hunter believes it is his job to bare the Mark of Cain and suffer alone. It's Dean's destiny to kill his enemies and save the world no matter how vast the oceans of blood will grow. Sam, of course, refuses to let his brother do this alone and he is on the desperate search to find someone who can help his brother before he changes for the worst. When Castiel tells Sam about a rumor of a girl who is the direct descendent of Cain, he begins the hunt for her. He hopes you will be able to help him find a way to subside Dean's changes before he loses his brother forever.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: SPN spoilers pertaining to seasons nine and ten. SPN level of violence, gore, blood, torture, which may not be suitable for all audiences.

𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞: 09.12.23

𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞: 11.09.23

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[xyziiix]

Got a gift for y’all demon Dean girlies

Posting this on here because it got 30 likes on tiktok, saw half my mutuals viewed it without liking it 😑😑

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[sexualsam]

Updated Masterlist

This is my updated masterlist, all nsfw content will be marked with a ~ . Minors do not engage. 

Supernatural

Sam Winchester Dean Winchester Cas

Teen Wolf

Stiles Stilinski

The Originals

Elijah Mikaelson

The Vampire Diaries 

Kai Parker

Containment

Jake Riley

The Witcher

Geralt of RIvia

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[cheynovak]

A Demon's Kiss

Demon Dean x F/Reader Y/N  

Warnings: Anger, Jealousy, a little aggression maybe, nothing too bad.

Side note: English isn’t my first language. 

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*Does not follow The SPN storyline * 

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Dean turned in to a knight of hell, on one of his karaoke/ bar adventures he see's an old flame from way back, Y/N the daughter of a hunter, he and Sam met years ago. Seeing her enjoying her time with a new man made him feel wel... something.

His new found edgy self-confidence made him walk up to her.

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In the dimly lit bar, the air was thick with the scent of alcohol and the murmur of conversations. Dean Winchester, now a demon, a knight of hell, sat at the far end of the counter, nursing a glass of whiskey. His eyes scanned the room, seeing a familiar face he hadn't seen in years. 

He spotted her. Y/N. His old girlfriend. She was sitting at a table near the back, her laughter mingling with the clinking of glasses. Dean's heart twisted painfully at the sight of her. He hadn't expected to run into her here, of all places. 

She was stunning, as always. Her hair cascaded in waves down her shoulders, and her smile lit up the room. But what caught Dean's attention was the man sitting across from her. Some guy. He was leaning in close, his hand grazing her arm as he whispered something in her ear. Dean's jaw clenched with jealousy. 

He couldn't bear to watch her with someone else. Without a second thought, he downed the rest of his drink and made his way over to her table. As he approached, Y/N looked up, her eyes widening in surprise. 

"Dean?" she breathed, disbelief evident in her voice. 

"Hey, sweetheart," Dean said, forcing a smirk. "Long time no see." 

Y/N's date eyed Dean warily, sensing the tension in the air. "Is everything okay?" he asked, his voice tinged with caution. Dean ignored him, his focus solely on Y/N. "Mind if I join you?" 

Y/N hesitated, glancing between Dean and her date. "Um, I'm actually..." Dean slid into the seat next to her, not giving her time to protest. His presence casting a shadow over the table. Y/N shifted uncomfortably, her eyes darting nervously between Dean and her date. 

"So, who's your friend?" Dean asked casually, his gaze never leaving Y/N's face. Y/N swallowed hard, her cheeks flushing pink. "This is... uh, this is Alex," she stammered, gesturing to her date. 

Alex nodded short, his expression guarded. "Nice to meet you," he said, though his tone lacked sincerity. Dean smirked, his eyes glinting with mischief. "So, how do you two know each other?" he asked, his voice dripping with faux innocence. 

Y/N shot Dean a warning look, but he ignored it, revelling in her discomfort. "We... we met through a mutual friend," she said, her voice tight. Dean raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. "A mutual friend, huh? Funny, I don't remember you having friends, sweetheart." 

“In our job it’s hard to keep any relation.” He clarified over his shoulder to Alex. Y/N's cheeks grew even redder, and she shifted uncomfortably in her seat. "It's... it's complicated, but can be done." she muttered, avoiding Dean's gaze.  

Dean leaned in closer to her, his hand on her thigh, voice low and husky. "You know, I've been thinking about you a lot lately," he said, his breath brushing against her ear. 

Y/N shivered at the proximity, her heart racing in her chest. "Dean, please," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the din of the bar. 

But Dean ignored her protests, his lips grazing her earlobe as he whispered words of seduction. He knew he was playing a dangerous game, but he couldn't resist the temptation. 

Meanwhile, Alex watched the exchange with growing unease, his fists clenched beneath the table. He could sense the tension between Y/N and Dean, and he didn't like it one bit. 

"Maybe we should go somewhere more private," Dean murmured, his eyes smouldering with desire. 

Y/N's breath caught in her throat, her head spinning with conflicting emotions. She knew she should resist Dean's advances, but she couldn't deny the pull she felt towards him. 

Before she could respond, Alex stood up abruptly, his chair scraping loudly against the floor. "I think it's time I leave," he said, his voice tight with anger. Y/N glanced up at him, torn between relief and disappointment. "Alex, wait," she said, reaching out to him. 

But Alex shook his head, his eyes blazing with fury. "I'm done playing games, I don’t think this will work." he spat, before storming out of the bar without another word. 

Y/N watched him go, her heart sinking in her chest. She knew he was hurt, but she couldn't deny the spark of excitement that Dean's presence had ignited within her. 

Dean watched Alex leave with a satisfied smirk, knowing that he had won this round. Turning back to Y/N, he reached out and cupped her chin, tilting her face up to meet his gaze.  

"Looks like it's just you and me now, sweetheart," he said, his voice low and dangerous. 

Y/N's heart pounded in her chest as she looked into Dean's eyes, knowing that she was about to cross a line from which there was no turning back. And as Dean leaned in to capture her lips in a searing kiss, Y/N surrendered herself.  

As Y/N felt Dean's lips pressing against hers, a whirlwind of conflicting emotions swept through her. Breaking away from the kiss, she searched his eyes, her voice trembling as she spoke. "Dean... w-what happened to you? You're so... different." 

Dean pulled back slightly, his gaze darkening as he studied her. "Different how?" he asked, his voice low, flirty. 

Y/N hesitated, her mind racing with memories of the man Dean used to be. "You used to be... kinder," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the noise of the bar. "Softer. This... this isn't you." 

Dean's jaw tensed at her words, his expression hardening. "People change, Y/N," he said, his voice cold and distant as he tried to kiss her again. "It's called survival." 

Y/N shook her head, pushing her hand against his chest, refusing to accept his explanation. "But this isn't just change, Dean," she insisted, her voice tinged with desperation. "This is... dark. I can see it." 

She looked around, “Where is Sam?”  

Dean's gaze flickered with something akin to regret, but it was quickly masked by a steely resolve. "Maybe you just didn't know me as well as you thought you did, Sweetheart" he said, his voice devoid of emotion. 

Y/N felt a pang of sadness at his words, realizing that the man she had once loved was slipping further and further away from her grasp. "After all we’ve been through. I don't believe that." she said firmly. 

Y/N reached out to touch his arm, her fingers trembling with uncertainty. "Please, Dean," she pleaded, "What's wrong? I want to help you." 

"It's too late for that, Y/N," he said, his voice heavy with regret. "You should go. It's not safe for you to be around me." As Y/N watched Dean leave the bar, a sense of despair washed over her.  

Ignoring the warning bells ringing in her mind, she followed him, determination burning in her chest. "Dean, wait, Dean! I dealt with not safe before. What happened?" she called out, her voice echoing in the empty hallway outside the bar. 

Dean stopped in his tracks, his back still turned to her. "I told you to go, Y/N," he said, his voice rough with emotion. Y/N took a step closer, her heart pounding in her chest. "I can't just walk away, Dean, not when you clearly need help" she said, her voice trembling. 

"FUCK Y/N!" he growled, pushing her against the wall with a strength she knew wasn’t normal, his voice sending shivers down Y/N's spine. "I told you to leave. Can't you take a hint?" Y/N recoiled at the venom in his voice, her heart pounding with fear.  

"Dean, this isn’t you.," she begged, her voice barely above a whisper. "Who, what are you." Dean’s beautiful green eyes turned pitch black, Y/N’s heart stopped for a second. "I don't understand, how?"  

Dean spat. "I'm not the man you once knew. And you... you're just a pathetic reminder of that past." 

Y/N felt her heart shatter at his words, tears stinging her eyes. "No," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. Too scared to speak out loud but he heard her. His eyes changed back, looking her up and down. 

In a blur of motion, he closed the distance between them, his hands gripping her shoulders with a bruising force. Y/N gasped as she felt his lips crashing down on hers, his kiss fierce and possessive. 

She tried to push him away, but Dean's hold on her was unyielding, his kiss a cruel, different from the ones they shared before. As he finally pulled away, Y/N saw a flicker of regret in his gaze. But it was quickly replaced by a cold, empty stare. 

“Ay, Romeo, ready yet?” A strange short man in a black coat appeared behind them. Dean looked over his shoulder before turning back to her.  

"Leave, Y/N," he said, his voice a low growl. "Before I do something we'll both regret."  

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No Cum November Part 8: Exorcism Play

Dean ramps up the challenge by handing the reigns to the Reader to control the pace. Can she manage that control, or will Dean’s stronger side overpower her?

Pairing: Demon!Dean x Reader

Warnings/Promises: SMUT, anti-demon handcuffs, exorcism play (is that a thing? It is now), edging, oral (male receiving), light degradation

Word Count: 1400

Note: Had a bit more fun with this one. Wanted to play with both Dean’s subby side, and his proud Deanmon side. Let me know your thoughts and reactions in the comments and with reblogs. Happy reading!

Part 7: Double Possession

You awoke to the sensation of being watched.

Two eyes, eclipsed with demonic black, stared down at you. The hand over your mouth muffled your scream. The other hand around your wrists controlled your thrashing until you could recognize the familiar face.

“Hey there, sweetheart.” He gently lifted his hand off your face.

“Dean?” Panting, heart racing, you hesitated inching away from him. “Are- are you alright?”

He grinned. “I am myself. It’s just contacts. You can find just about anything on the internet these days.” He leaned back, giving you room to recover. “How are you? That is- is this okay? Are you up for a little game?”

Intrigued, you sat up in your bed. “A game?”

Two pairs of cuffs landed on the sheets next to your hips. Eagerly, you started to slide back down into place, but Dean stopped you with a chuckle. Taking hold of your wrist, he tugged you to stand so he could take your place. You watched as he closed the first cuff around his wrist. Only then did you recognize the anti-demon symbols engraved into the metal. You clicked the second cuff around his wrist with shaking hands.

With another grin, Dean leaned back into the sheets. “Ready to ride the demon out of me, baby?”

You hesitated. “But, with you tied down… you-“

“I won’t be able to stop you? I know. I trust you. And even if you do cum, you’ve done so well. Taking both Sam and I, having to watch us cum without getting to orgasm. If you cum tonight, it’s alright. We start over. And we keep going till the end of the month. We’ve got a few more plans for you.” He tilted his head to get a good look at your face. “Y/N. Look at me, sweetheart.”

You did.

“You can do this. Trust me.” He wriggled. “Now take that shirt off so I can see you.”

“Who’s in charge here? You, in the cuffs, or me?” A teasing smile played at your lips as you toyed with the hem of your sleep shirt. Despite not being able to see his irises, Dean’s eyes followed your hands as they dipped under the fabric. Despite the dark contacts, his eyes still lit up as you removed your shirt, tossing it to one side. Your bottoms followed suit, making him lick his lips. “Let’s see if we can exorcise you with a bit of cardio?”

He was still clothed and arched into your reach for his shirt buttons. One by one, you slipped them through the fabric until you could see the expanse of his chest and soft tummy. His stomach contracted as you first gently ran your fingers across his skin, then grazed the same path with your fingernails. He softly whined your name as you started to undo the button and zipper on his jeans. When you dragged the fabric out of the way, and then his boxers, his member sprang up stiff against his stomach. You took it into your hand, making Dean pull on the cuffs with your slow movements. His loud groan as you twirled your thumb around the tip froze you. Maybe a gag was in order?

“Where’s Sam?”

“Out.”

“Hmm.” You slid your hand down to grip the base of his cock. “Nobody here to save you but me.”

Catching his eye, you situated yourself between his legs and began to suck him off in earnest. He writhed and twisted, trying to both push his length deeper into your mouth, and pull away to catch his breath. With your nails digging into his hips, and the cuff into his wrists, there wasn’t anywhere for him to go. So he begged. He begged for you to twirl your tongue how he liked. Begged for you to hum around him. Begged you for mercy after you quickened your pace. Begged for you to move when you slowed down too much. He knew what you were doing. You were edging him. And you were toying with his pleasure the same way that he and Sam had been teasing you all month. It made his cock twitch in your mouth with the thought.

You pulled off with a pop. “Getting close, darling?”

All he could do was nod. Through the contacts, you knew his eyes were glazed over in pleasure.

You began again, giving no mercy. Dean filled your mouth a few moments later, crying out your name. Even after you removed your mouth to kiss across his tummy, you still weren’t done. You straddled his hips, trapping his cock under your wetness. Then he understood. With him at only half-mast, you would be able to ride him with less of a chance of ruining the challenge. While still overstimulating the man trapped beneath you.

“Feeling vengeful, sweetheart?”

“Maybe just a little.”

Dean’s head fell back into your pillows. The drag of you across his length was torture so close to his release. But his cock did it’s best to stiffen again anyways. He shivered as you rose just high enough to sink down onto it. You stopped when you reached his base. On either side of his hips, your thighs quaked. If what you had planned was going to work, you would really have to focus.

“Ah, this was easier when your mouth was full, wasn’t it?”

With a start, the dark glow in Dean’s eyes sent a fearful zing through your body. It made you clench with the pseudo-danger of the scene. Especially with the way Dean’s voice remembered that growl that came with his demon days.

“What’s your plan, sweetheart? Ride the demon out of me? Make me cum so hard I see grace?” His voice cracked as you flexed your walls around him. “You’re off to a good start,” he muttered.

You took a deep breath and began to move. “Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus-“

Dean laughed high. “Alright. Let’s see you try.”

Where you had been controlling the pace, Dean began to match your thrusts. He snapped his hips hard, and twisting his hips to put pressure on your clit. Your chanting was interrupted. You restarted phrases and lines over and over, trying to make it through the whole exorcism. Dean continued to move. Continued to knock you off rhythm with his hips, and with his words.

“You look so good up there, sweetheart. Riding me like only you can. Like you were meant to be. I love a blowjob as much as the next guy… but watching you bounce on my cock is the best thing. How close are you? Can you feel that orgasm building?”

“Ergo- er…. ergo, draco male- oh, Dean, maledicte-“

“How bad do you want it, Y/n? You’ve been so good. What’s one orgasm? I could give you so many, and Sam wouldn’t have to know. But no, you’re our good girl, aren’t you? You won’t cum. But I bet you’re close. Bet your nipples are so hard. Squeeze your breasts for me. Wish I could touch you-“

It didn’t register that you were supposed to be in charge. You’d lost that long ago.

“Oh, God-“

“He’s not here. Keep bouncing. I’m- keep going-“

Dean’s body stiffened. His cock twitched and filled you. While Dean fought to catch his breath, you fell to one side. You shivered from head to toe, just barely short of the release Dean’s demon side had tempted you with. How much longer was this challenge? You needed to cum.”

Warm, trembling lips pressed against your forehead. “You did so good. Just a bit longer.” He breathed deeply, guiding you to calm down from your denial. “Alright. Let me outta these things.” He rattled the cuffs against your headboard.

“Maybe I want to leave you in them for a bit longer. You’re not fully exorcised yet.” You giggled under his glare. “Besides, maybe I want to sleep right here.” A yawn broke though your next words with perfect timing.

“But if I’m tied up, I can’t cuddle my good girl to sleep.”

“Very true.” You released the cuffs. Dean turned to one side, removing the contacts and placing them onto your nightstand. Then he embraced you, holding you tight and nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck. “Sleep tight. And rest up. Sam’s got something planned for you soon.”

***

On the King’s Blade (King of Hell!Sam)

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Playing in a Safe Space

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Summary: Y/N is incredibly excited to be working on her favorite TV show, Supernatural! But what happens when one scene hits a bit too close to home?

Warnings/Explicit 18+: TW for brief mention of physical and emotional abuse, nothing graphic or overly detailed. Panic attack symptoms described.

Pairings: No romantic pairing. Jensen Ackles x teen!reader

Word Count: 2,286

A/N: I got the following request from a fellow SPN family member:

Hi! I was wondering if you could do a Jensen x teen!reader where they’re shooting a scene with Demon Dean and it scares the reader and she goes off and hides. Then Jensen fisher and comforts her. I also had another idea, maybe Jensen finds her having a panic attack and talks her through it?

I didn't tag you here, hon, in case you wanted to stay anonymous. 😊 But thank you so much for this request - I ended up writing it right away, cause it all just flowed. Hope it's what you were looking for! 💓

As always, of course this story is about a Jensen from a different part of the multiverse. This is a complete and utter work of fiction. 😊

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You were so unbelievably humiliated. It was like something out of a nightmare - and just this morning you’d felt like you were living in a dream.

Your joy and excitement had begun a few weeks ago when you’re agent called to tell you that you landed a guest starring role on your absolute favorite TV show, Supernatural.

You auditioned a couple months ago, with only a tiny hope that you’d land the part. The show was very popular these days and lots of girls had gone out for it. But after many call backs, and screen tests, you got the call that the role was yours.

You flew in to Vancouver four days ago to start shooting the first of your three episode arc. Arriving on set you had a million butterflies rocketing around inside your stomach, so nervous to meet everyone and to walk through the sets.

I’m in the BUNKER! You thought to yourself, trying desperately not to geek out.

But you knew you failed to hide all your fangirl leanings when you met the cast. You met Mark and Ruth first, and they couldn’t have been kinder and more welcoming. Ruth gave you some pointers for finding your way around the many stages you were filming on.

“I got lost every day for three months when I first started.” She said, her gentle accent decorated by her soft laugh. Mark was hilarious and very warm and kind, putting you at ease immediately.

Your first day of shooting was all with them, and you didn’t actually get to meet Jared and Jensen until the next day. You had almost no scenes with Jared, since Sam was off scouring the countryside for his brother, who was currently, unfortunately, a demon. 

But he still came by to say hello, and welcome you to set. He was so sweet, and so unbelievably tall; you thought you might get a permanent crick in your neck if you spent too long talking to him!

But the bulk of your scenes over the next few days were with Jensen. You were fairly nervous about meeting him, partly because you had a little crush on him, (who didn’t?) but mostly because he was one of your favorite actors. You thought he was incredibly talented, and you didn’t want to make a fool of yourself in front of him.

Jensen was playing Demon Dean in this first episode you were in, and you were playing a young witch named Talia, whom he steals away from Crowley and Rowena.

They want Talia for her powers and Deanmon wants her, simply to use as a bargaining chip with them. Mostly he finds her annoying and is always about 5 minutes away from killing her.

Though you felt a bit ill with nerves that first day of shooting, you quickly found, that you didn’t need to be nervous around Jensen. As it turned out he was everything people had said he was - kind, and funny, and such a generous actor to work with.

Most adults you worked with tended to treat you like a little kid, talking around you, not including you in conversations about the work you were doing, and they were very often condescending or patronizing.

Jensen was none of these things. He was professional and inclusive, bringing you into the discussions about how to work the scene, and being completely open to questions you had, or ideas you thought might work. He was an amazing scene partner, and a fantastic mentor. Filming over the last two days was absolutely wonderful and you enjoyed every minute of it.

And then came the scene this morning. Scene 149, Interior, Day.

You and Jensen had discussed the scene a couple of times and practiced it a few more, because it involved some physicality and Jensen wanted to make sure you were comfortable with it.

He had to push you backwards into a closet where Dean was locking Talia away while he figured out a way to power down her magic.

You’d gone over the pseudo-stunt a few times in the open practice area, with Jensen showing you that he’d actually be pushing you very gently, forcing you to help him sell the idea that Dean had shoved you very hard. There would be a mat, just out of frame for you to fall on, and by the end of a couple practices you felt confident that you could make it all look believable.

Then this morning, less than an hour ago, you’d begun the scene. And everything had fallen apart.

The very first time Jensen immersed himself in Demon Dean completely, his face cold, angry and brutal as he shoved you backwards, something had pinged in your brain and you could feel something heavy and chilly settle in your stomach.

As planned, Jensen pushed you lightly, but instead of falling backwards on to the mat like you were meant to, you just fell to the ground on your butt.

“Cut!” The director called out. Everyone chuckled lightly thinking that you’d just mishandled the stunt. Jensen checked that you weren’t hurt, and you could see the trace of worry in his face. You shook your head, embarrassed, but determined to do your job.

“I’m fine.” You said with a small smile.

You all started back at one, and “Action!” was called.

Again Jensen transformed into Demon Dean, and shoved you back. You tried harder to fall properly, but that terrible heaviness had begun to rise up into your chest, and it felt like your lungs were being crushed.

You heard, “Cut” yelled again, but it sounded far away. Everything was moving a bit as if you were in a fog.

As you stood up to go again, you could hear Jensen calling out to the director, “Hey Tom, maybe…could we take a couple minutes.”

But you shook your head, panicky and desperate. Flashes of memories were crossing your mind’s eye and you knew that if you didn’t get this shot right away, you were never going to be able to do it.

“No, no, I’m good to go again.”

“Y/N…” Jensen said softly, but you shook your head.

“No, let’s just go.”

“Back to one!” You heard someone call and you moved into the right position.

This time when Jensen came at you, you could see him holding back; you could see Jensen’s worry taking over Dean’s face. At which point all the panic set in.

Not only am I screwing up the scene, I’m distracting one of the best actors out there with my crap! You thought, and you began gasping for air you couldn’t catch.

Jensen never even got to try and push you again because you started hyperventilating. “Cut! We need a cut!” He called out worriedly as he stepped toward you.

Without thinking, you simply bolted, running off the stage and out to your trailer, ignoring the calls from cast and crew as you ran past.

When you reached your trailer, you flopped onto the brown couch and just sat there, humiliated and ashamed. You’d blown your chance at this amazing opportunity, and why?

Because for just a moment Deanmon’s brutality had reminded you of him.

It had been years since he’d been in your life…a not-very-long-term boyfriend of your mom’s that had treated you both horribly. Your mom had finally tossed him out the day she came home to find he’d shoved you down the basement stairs and locked you down there.

It was a far away memory that you thought you’d long since silenced.

But today, at the most inopportune moment it had reared its ugly head and now you were going to lose your job because of it. Maybe you’d even get a reputation for being a screw up on set.

Damn, don’t hire that kid, she’s a crack up, she lost it one day and just ran away from set!

You were shaking, and trying desperately to breathe when a soft knock came to your door. You didn’t answer, and the knock came again.

“Y/N, honey, are you in there?” Jensen’s deep voice carried easily through the trailer door. “I’m gonna count to five and come in okay? I just wanna make sure you’re alright.”

After counting to five, Jensen slowly opened your door, and you panicked more because you knew you were a complete mess. You’d buried your head in your knees, completely messing up the cute braids the hairstylist had given you that morning. You’d also ruined the makeup artist’s work since you knew your makeup was a smudgy mess.

But Jensen made no mention of any of that.

“Hey.” He said softly as he came into the trailer. He had a cup of something warm and he passed it to you. “Chamomile tea.” He said with a gentle smile as he sat next to you on the couch. “Ruthie swears it’s real magic.”

You took it in your shaking hands and tried to take a sip, grateful for the gesture. But you were shaking too much, so Jensen just took it back.

“That’ll be for later.” He said simply, as he set it on the counter beside you. Then he took you by the hand. “Come with me, I have an idea that might help.”

You let him lead you out of the trailer and across the lot, winding through trailers and tents, until you were suddenly in a wide, open, field, with the many buildings and sets behind you.

There were a few other people sitting out on blankets eating their lunches, or just lazing in the soft grass, far enough away from each other that there was space to breathe, but close enough that the space didn’t feel lonely. Soft laughter came back towards you both on a breeze and Jensen took a deep breath.

“Breathe, sweetheart, just in and out for a while.”

You nodded and tried to let your breathing slow, tried to focus on the green grass, warm yellow sunshine, and the steady feel of Jensen beside you.

“Come on, stretch your muscles with me.” He said, and then reached his arms up towards the sky, taking in a deep breath. You copied him. When your shaky limbs made you stumble slightly in the stretch, Jensen reached over and steadied you.

Over the next few minutes, Jensen encouraged you to touch your toes and then reach to the sky, over and over, and eventually you felt your oxygen levels returning to normal, the circulation in your limbs returning, making you feel more balanced, and in control, like you weren’t just going to fly away.

Finally Jensen lowered himself onto the soft grass with a groan. “That’s as close to yoga as I get.” He said with a sarcastic smile.

You smiled gently as you sat beside him. After a moment’s silence you shook your head. “I’m so sorry, I -”

Jensen cut you off. “No, kiddo, no apologies. I should have made us stop after that second take. I could see you weren’t okay.”

He paused briefly and then spoke softly. “Did I do something to scare you, or hurt you? Did I change anything from practice?”

You chuckled humorlessly. “Yeah, you acted really, really well.”

Jensen frowned in confusion and you shook your head.  “No, it wasn’t anything you did. You were just acting, the way you were supposed to. But something in your expression, the cold fury, or…I don’t know how to describe it exactly. But then combining that look with shoving me down, it just…”

You trailed off and looked down, picking at a blade of grass.  “It just reminded me of something that happened a long time ago.”

“Wanna talk about it, sweetheart?” Jensen asked quietly.

You shook your head and gave him another shy smile. “Hell no.”

He nodded and chuckled. “Fair enough.  But just know if you ever need to talk about anything, you have lots of people here that like you a whole lot and we’re always willing to listen.”

You bit your lip, tears threatening again. “Except, I’m pretty sure I just threw the job away. I acted so unprofessionally and I wasted so much time and money.”

Jensen scoffed. “Pfft! Are you kidding me? That’s about a tenth of the amount of time and money Jared and I waste just screwing with Misha.”

He smiled widely and pulled lightly on one of your braids. “Don’t worry about it, kiddo. We broke for lunch and when we come back, we’re gonna have one of our incredible stunt actresses do the fall, and then you and I will carry on with scene 156, when we’re out on the street, waiting for Crowley.”

You ducked your head, incredibly grateful to him. “Thank you.” You said softly. “I really, really appreciate it.”

He stood up and then pulled you to your feet. “No worries. Look, honey, we all have limitations. You just have to know it’s okay to stand up for yourself and tell us if there’s something that makes you uncomfortable or that’s stressing you out in a scene. We’re a problem solving unit, and sure we work together to make a great show, but we also make sure we’re taking care of each other too.”

You nodded. “I’ll remember that.”

“Good, then let’s get to the catering tent before Jared cleans them out.”

You laughed as he ran forward and you started jogging behind him. You truly loved it here, and never wanted to leave.

Maybe you’d get lucky and your character would be a hit and you’d end up with more than three episodes. But whether or not that ever happened, you’d bring home the lessons you learned in this safe space, and always carry them with you.

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Sam Winchester & Dean Winchester

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updated April 12 2024

Dean Winchester

Adoration Summary: it’s no secret Dean adores her. [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03]

Leather Confessions Summary: By reading your journal, Dean finds out a secret of yours [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03]

Could Happiness Last? Summary: Dean holds his child for the first time. [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03]

Husband's Hands Summary: After years of being friends with benefits, Dean finally proposes to Castiel. This is a snippet of their dance. [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03]

A Thousand Years Summary: Happiness never lasts [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03]

Unruly Hair and Class Summary: it’s the start of a new year in yet another new school as your dad goes hunting. [winchester!sibling] [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03]

Snuggles Summary: Dean holds his newborn baby in his arms while you watch in amazement. [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03]

Worrisome Summary: you went out for groceries only to be rescued by Dean after being captured by a pack of werewolves [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03]

Baby, I’m Yours Summary: When news of your pregnancy comes to light, Dean rushes to your aid. [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03]

Something Wicked This Way Comes Summary: Living as a witch isn’t as fun as you’d think. [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03]

Bold Statements Summary: mercenary work has its perks. [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03]

Drinks With Demons Summary: looking for demons doesn’t end to well for you. [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03]

Demonic Taunts Summary: Winchester brothers were psychotic in their own rights.... it seemed as though they'd gotten off on the fact that you were being tortured.... maybe so. [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03]

Ever Play Tag, Darling? Ever played tag with adrenaline running through your veins? [deanmon x reader] [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03]

Silly Things Summary: truth or dare with yuor favorite adopted brothers. [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03]

Patience With Love Summary: Dean comes home feeling sullen about the loss of his favorite patient. [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03]

It's Going to be Okay Summary: Dean comforts you as you become anxious over the apocalypse. [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03]

Cries at the supermarket Summary: you were waiting in line at the supermarket and notcied two handsome men struggling to quiet a young baby. [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03]

See You Again Summary: When dean turns into a demon, you make the ultimate sacrifice… [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03]

Forevermore Revenge Summary: Years ago, you'd witnessed the murder of your parents. After tons of consoling and peace of mind, you decide to finally have a chat with the man that did the deed.... it wasn't at all what you'd expected.. [prison mate! dean winchester x reader] [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03]

Killing in the Name of... Summary: how he could keep getting away with this is something his brother didn’t understand. (Serial Killer!Dean Winchester) [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03]

Wedding Dates Summary: Dean aks you to pretend to be his date at his father’s wedding. [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03]

Messing With the Wrong Crowd Summary: Dean brings you to his brother after you were attacked. [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03]

Losing Control Summary: You’d never tell a soul where Sam was being tortured. [demon! reader] [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03]

Little Pet Shop Summary: you bring dean to a pet store [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03]

Love of the Rivaling Seaboard Summary: After being a sea for months at a time, you'd never expect to see your 'rival' at the docks with your crew...however the reunion is anything but hoistile. [pirate! dean winchester x pirate! reader] [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03]

Miscommunication Summary: you left the bunker after overhearing a conversation with the Winchester brothers. [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03]

Never Again Sumamry: he was still normal… right? [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03]

Never Be Yours Again Summary: dean runs into his ex partner on a hunt in a hotel. [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03]

Not Your Time Summary: when you can't find Dean, you go looking for him, only to come to find your worst nightmare.Michael!Dean

S.O.S. Summary: dean hasn’t been acting his usual self lately [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03]

Sleeping Cuddles Summary: One morning laying next to Dean. [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03]

Traitors Everywhere Summary: You try and find dean before he kills the innocent [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03]

Mourning You Summary: are you a demon or human? [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03]

Wasteful Desires Summary: Dean comes home early in the morning after clubbing all night. [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03]

----Sam Winchester---

Runaway Royal Summary: you had enough of the royal palace so you convince your best friend to runaway with you and live a simple life.. [royalty!reader] [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03]

Pleasantries for the Wicked Summary: Sam knows that women all too well for his own good. [LINK HAS BEEN UPDATED TO DIRECT YOU TO A03]

Stay Home Summary: your husband doesn’t want you to leave the bed.

Kill For My Love Summary: you tell your husband that you have a stalker.

Murder in High Heels Summary: was it necessary to play a fool?

Bundle of Joy Summary: sam holds his newborn baby

Nerves and Books Summary: Dean is Sam’s wingman in getting him a date with you

Please, Don't Go Summary: Sam leaves you to kill Lucifer on his own.

Home Bake Summary: you come home after work to see yuor husband dancing and baking in your kitchen

Drunken Wakes Summary: you wake up in Sam’s bed after a night of drinking. College au. (College Students au)

Smile Summary: you fell in love with Sam’s smile

Just a Little Bit Summary: you & Sam have a quick make out session

Drunken Wakes Summary:  you wake up in Sam’s bed after a night of drinking. College au.

Small Little Bundle Summary: you watch as your husband holds your first child in his arms

Unforgiving Nights Summary: Being best friends since childhood, you thought you knew everything about your best friend. His favorite color, his favorite pair of jeans, his favorite dinner. But everything you knew about the man had changed one painful night as you visited him in his home, only to discover a horrific scene Infront of you.LINK WILL TAKE YOU TO AO3!]

Home Bake Sam Winchester x Reader

Pleasantries for the Wicked Summary: Sam knows that women all too well for his own good.

Wincest

Sins and Black Ink Summary: Dean retouches Sam's Anti-possession tattoo

Pancakes and Secrets Summary: A morning of pancakes and orange juice turns into a confession session

Disgusted in Love Summary: John walks into the motel room and discovers his sons in a very intimate position.

#dean winchester x reader #sam winchester x reader

[daughterofcain-67]

𝕽𝖆𝖎𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝕭𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉 (𝔭𝔱.1)

(Dean Winchester x Female Reader)

(masterlist)

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: The wretched mark that Cain had passed on to Dean was taking an affect on the elder Winchester. Sam had been worried about the changes in his brother's character. Abaddon had already been killed, Dean was insistent on keeping the First Blade to use on Metatron. But Sam was more concerned with how to get the mark off his brother sooner rather than later. But who would know where to even begin?

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Spoilers in the plots of seasons nine and ten. Mentions of blood, gore, SPN violence, mentions of genetic experimentation.

The look on Dean's face was all that Sam could remember when he held the First Blade for the first time. And ever since that moment he's noticed how much easier it was becoming for Dean to kill without any second thought.

Then there was the excuse Dean gave every time he wanted to bring that stupid blade along on almost every hunting trip they went on. Even when they truly didn't need it. It was like an addiction and there were times that Sam just wished he had given the blade to Crowley without Dean knowing.

But what really set Sam on the idea of taking the mark off his older brother, was the moment Dean finally killed Abaddon. The mark was powerful on Dean and after the lights went out of Abaddon's eyes, you would think it would be over, right? But Sam remembered how cold Dean had become before he straddled the body and stabbed repeatedly. The overkill was unnecessary and Sam couldn't forget the blood that covered his brother's face, while Dean didn't seem to want to stop.

Sam hated what his brother was becoming, and he hated that Dean was trying his best to justify when he kills. That he claims to be "nothing like Cain" in the sense of being a ruthless murderer. But in Sam's eyes, and in the eyes of their friends, Dean was changing and he was no longer the man he once was.

The only thing that Sam wanted outside of killing Metatron, was for his brother back.

Which then brings us to Dean.

He wished his kid brother would keep his nose out of where it didn't belong. Sam had no idea what he was going through, how could he? He had the power to beat Metatron now. And he could bet that he was able to beat practically anyone effortlessly if it came down to it. They could finally save the world for good.

He looked down at his arm and gazed at the mark, gifted to him by the father of murder himself. He knew he wasn't like Cain. When he killed, he had a reason. that reason was to kill all those evil sons of bitches that got in his way.

Although the constant burning from the mark, the constant urge to kill, he couldn't help but wonder that with his brother's nagging actually had some kind of truth. He didn't understand what the hell was happening to him, but he knew that right now it didn't matter what was happening. They had a task at hand.

So now, Dean had yet another meeting with Crowley since Sam was having a meeting with Cass to see if he was having any luck with the factions to beat the former Scribe of God. And that's exactly where he was.

Dean sat down in a booth of a bar, leaned up against the back of the chair, with a glass of whisky on the rocks. The King of Hell was sitting across from him with some fancy kind of drink with one of those tiny ass umbrellas.

Honestly, Dean didn't really know why he was still bothering to see Crowley. He wasn't even sure if he would even get the answers he needed from the demon but he knew he needed to at least try something. He didn't really find much of anything in the books in the Bunker's library.

So a visit with the King of Hell was the next best thing, even if the bastard was on his kill list after Metatron.

"I take it the angel hasn't had any luck finding that winged wretch, huh?" He asked, his accent thick and Dean rolled his eyes a little.

"Small talk? Really? Isn't that beneath you?" The hunter asked, a little impatient.

"Woah now, Squirrel. Just trying to have a bit of conversation. Didn't think that was so wrong especially after you bloody Winchesters kept me locked up for so long. You should be glad that I'm talkative and even willing to see you now." Crowley pointed out.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Let's just cut to the chase, alright? I don't even like being around you as it is." Dean continued, the demon placed a hand over where his heart would have been and feigned offense.

"So why have we arranged to meet?" Crowley asked, "I've already got what I want. Abaddon's gone and I'm the ruler of Hell again and I'm busy trying to get my kingdom back on track."

“I’m not gonna ask you to track down Metatron. I just want to know what the hell this mark is doing to me. I get enough of Sam bitching at me about how this thing is supposedly changing me. And I-“

“Let me guess, you want it to be nothing that way you can tell Moose you’re perfectly fine so he can get off your back. Am I correct?” The Winchester rolled his eyes a little but he couldn't exactly say the demon was wrong.

"So what's the deal with the damned thing?" He asked while Crowley took the cherry off his fancy little drink and ate it.

"Squirrel, I'd hate to tell ya, but I don't know what's going on with the bloody thing. Not a lot of people know how it affected Cain himself other than it of course gave him some sort of power, a thirst to kill. No one truly knows how it will effect the mind of the wielder." Crowley answered.

Dean didn't really know how much of what he was saying is true or if there was any more to this mark that the demon was holding back. But he didn't have the leverage to make him tell more.

"Well, if that was all you wished to know, I'd say that was a waste of chatting on. I'm surprised Sam isn't with you. Or are you still having marital problems?"

Dean's jaw tensed a bit. Things were always up and down between them and it didn't get much better after he got Cain's mark. There were times he liked to think they would still be there for each other, and he knew Sam was trying to look out for him. But it was just getting on his nerves.

"Other than this stupid mark he's wary of? Things are fine. Just focused on the job. The sooner Cass's group tracks down that asshat, Metatron, then the sooner we can focus on the next thing that comes out way." He said and the demon hummed a little.

"A hunter's work is never done. I can't say I pity you. But since there's nothing else to be done at this moment, I think I'll take my leave. Ciao."

Before Dean could protest, Crowley was gone. Dean grumbled to himself before he rested his arms on the table. Then he glanced down at his arm, looking at the scar.

Cain said there was a great cost with bearing this mark. At the time Dean was laser focused on killing Abaddon. But should he have taken things more into consideration?

Sam met with Castiel in his quarters since Cass was needed there while his followers continued the pursuit of Metatron. So now the two were simply in the angel's office so they could converse in private.

"So how are you holding up with the stolen grace?" Sam asked as a bit of an ice breaker and he watched Cass smile slightly, knowing that he'd say there was no need to worry about him.

"I can assure you that I'm holding up just fine for the time being. There is no need to he concerned when there are other important matters at hand. I know you came because you're worried about Dean," The angel said in his usual monotonous tone.

Sam gave that slightly awkward but point taken grin of his before speaking again, "Yeah, well, uh.. It's just that mark he got from Cain."

"You see that it's effecting him too. And what are you suggesting that we do?" Castiel asked, "You know that he cannot be without the mark until Metatron is defeated and he is the only one that can use the First Blade. You are already doing all that you can by not bringing it on every hunt you're on."

Sam sighed a little. He supposed the angel could have been right but even so, it wasn't comforting. Somehow it just wasn't enough. He's already thought about locking Dean up in the dungeon without the blade for a while so he's not a danger to anyone else yet.

Of course, the key word was yet. So there's a chance that Sam would have to do something that extreme.

"That's not enough, Cass. I don't want that stupid thing to affect Dean more than it already has. We have to come up with a plan or find someone that can at least help the situation before it gets any worse." The younger Winchester said.

The angel looked down at the hunter while he was sitting in the chair in front of him. He could tell just how worried the brother was and he knew that it was something that would never change. Even if there was seemingly no way for there to be any kind of relief before the changes worsen, he knew that Sam would stop at nothing to find a way to protect his big brother.

"There... there is a rumor amongst demons and angels alike." Castiel finally spoke again, causing Sam to perk up.

"A rumor? A rumor about what?" Sam asked as he sat up in the chair, giving the angel his undivided attention.

"It's simply a hearsay, so I can't promise this as some sort of definite truth so you must keep that in mind.'' The man in the trench coat warned.

"Yeah, yeah, just get on with it already."

"Well, there is a matter of Cain's descendants. Of course the ones mentioned in the Bible are dead because they were mortal and there are few left that carry Cain's blood in their veins. And even if they did, they wouldn't care his mark." The angel began.

"Okay, well what does that have to do with anything? If his decedents are slim pickings and they're human, it's highly unlikely that they'd know anything about the mark."

"Sam, I would appreciate a lack of interruptions if you'd like to hear what I have to say."

"Right. Sorry."

"Anyway, as I was saying, there is a rumor amongst Angels and Demons that there is one specific relative of Cain. One that wouldn't be mentioned in the Bible because she was conceived long after the book of Revelation was written. It is said that she walks among us to this day. The direct Daughter of Cain and Mistress of Murder. She is the spawn of a Knight of Hell and the Father of Murder."

"Wait, I thought Cain killed all of the Knights of Hell except for Abaddon who got away. How can she be a spawn of the both of them?" Sam asked, totally at a loss by the idea.

"Demons have their ways. Speculation from the ancient demons such as Azazel back in the day said that somehow, the demons obtained some of Cain's DNA and somehow used Abaddon's DNA, created a spell and Abaddon became pregnant. Cain's daughter is the first born-demon. She was born with the mark. All through experimentation and magic." Castiel said.

"That's insane! I knew demons were sick but this is just dispicable." Sam said and shook his head, and the angel couldn't help but to agree.

"The purpose of this was of course Abaddon's idea so that she had the perfect weapon to use against Cain. Cain supposedly doesn't know of his own daughter's existence and because she was born a demon rather than dying and becoming a demon, she is still living and arguably just as powerful as Cain himself, if not more powerful. But it's said that because Cain was once human, and Abaddon, of course, conceived with a human vessel, the child had some humane traits."

Sam was shocked at all of the overwhelming information. A demon that was born rather than a human dying and becoming a demon or being possessed? All of this was a bit much to grasp.

"So if this girl is still alive, why haven't we seen her? You'd think she'd want some sort of revenge since Dean killed her mother, right?" Sam asked.

"Well, that's a little complicated. The Mistress of Murder was not trained with the concept of family. It was said she and Abaddon never got along and because they clashed, supposedly because of her father's traits, she favored the idea of free will and not taking orders like Lucifer's demons. That was the time Abaddon told the girl who her father was and because she favored the human's idea of free will, she fought her mother and left Hell before going into hiding. Much like her father before her."

"That doesn't make any sense. Demons are pure evil right? How can one favor humanity? Especially one that you would think is born a demon." Sam continued.

"To be frank? That's the part that confuses everyone. That's why angels and demons only say this is a rumor rather than truth. There can be contradictions but some battle the contradictions and claim the humanity comes from faulty magic." Castiel answered.

"Well, first we'd have to find out if she's even real, right? Then maybe she knows something about the mark and can help us. If she was born with it then surely there's a way to subside it." Sam said, suddenly getting hopeful.

"Sam, this is going to be a bit complicated if she does know something. The mark is dangerous on anyone. And because she was born with it, because she's been killing since childhood, you don't know how she's handled her murderous urges over these last few centuries. She may not have the self restraint Cain supposedly had." The angel warned and Sam got up.

"We still have to try. She may not know how to get the mark off, but I'll take even the smallest bit of help rather than nothing."

Meanwhile, in Cincinnati Ohio, there was a little tattoo shop. It was a quaint little place that had been in business for a little while now. About four years to be exact.

There, sitting in a small chair with a handheld tattoo machine in her grasp and working diligently on her artwork, was the owner of the shop. A girl that no one truly knew anything about, but the mystery was a part of what kept some people coming, outside of the artwork.

You had practically shown up out of nowhere, bought a little building, renovated it and turned it into the little shop it was today. You were talented with your work, but outside of the fact that you were the owner of this place and had plenty of experience with your line of work, no one knew anything about the mysterious tattoo artist with the badass mark on her arm. Granted you enjoyed lying low and staying away from demons and angels alike, you got bored. You knew exactly where Cain resided before the current King of Hell and some human went and bothered him. But you yourself had never decided to go and meet the man you inherited the blasted mark from.

You didn't spare your father's life because you had compassion. Frankly you didn't care enough about your so called father to spare his life out of love. You barely knew the man. It was more to spite your mother.

You wished you could say you hadn't killed in centuries and of course you knew it was out of your demonic nature. But you figured if your father could walk away from Hell even if he was a demon, why couldn't you?

Of course, the urges were there. The thirst for blood was there and it never left. The burn from your mark ignited your entire arm constantly. It was a perpetual pain you endured.

But because you can't say you were clean of killing, that only meant one other option. You still were a killer. No one had shown you what it was like to be human and not kill. You couldn't deny your demon blood. You refused to go back to Hell, you didn't care to aid angels because they'd kill you anyway.

Humans though, as ideal as it may seem, their deaths cause too much attention. That would ruin your chances of lying low. Plus humans tend to miss other humans and you didn’t want to be investigated over a missing person’s case.

But with the ever growing pain in your arm, you found that you liked the hunters' idea of killing monsters. Victims that no one would miss. They don't have souls so it's not like their death would benefit heaven or hell.

So the monsters were your designated victims, at least for now. Hey, the mark never said who you had to kill. And even if you did want to kill humans, you refused to give Hell the satisfaction of giving them souls. And over the years, you had fun with it once in a while, depending on how demented the monster was.

"Hey, Y/N?" Your client asked as he sat up when you were done with your work. You hummed a little as you got what you needed to make sure the tattoo would be protected during the healing process.

"I was wondering if you were taking any apprentice positions. I have this nephew who's getting out of high school and he's got talent. He want's to go to college and get some kind of art major but he needs a job since his financial aid and scholarships won't quite cover everything." The client said.

You lifted a brow. This was the first time something like this had come up. You didn't plan on working and teaching someone else. Let alone a human, but because of your senses you knew that this was no human.

"Let me think about it. I'll get back to you." Was all you decided to say and he got up out of the chair.

"Huh, so they say you do have a human conscience after all, Mistress of Murder."

You hummed a little and took your gloves off before standing up, not bothering to look the demon in the eye when it showed off his black eyes to you.

"Oh no, Kid. I was just entertained by your charade. I thought that I would play along just for your sake. You do well acting human, but don't you have a new king you should be serving?" You asked.

"Well the new King of Hell has tasked me in finding you and bringing you back to Hell wince Abaddon is dead. So if you'll just come with me then I'll go easy on you." The demon said and you scoffed and rolled your eyes.

"Oh how merciful of you, Mr. Demon. But unfortunately for you, I don't plan on going anywhere, and I certainly don't plan on anyone ever finding out where I am." You said.

"Very well. Have it your way." The demon said and he lunged at you with all the force he could muster but you took a hold of his wrist, unphased by his attack.

"You must be new to this demon thing. You're the weakest little pest I've ever seen." You said and you gripped even tighter and the demon was unable to move when you pinned him to the floor.

Then you placed a hand on his head, his black eyes widening with horror and when he tried to leave his human vessel, your eyes glowed red and you smirked, "Oh no, I don't think so, Love. You came in my territory, and you won't be going anywhere."

Then the demon started convulsing beneath your touch, the human body was growing hot as the demon started chocking. Then it started to vomit some sort of black liquid before it finally stopped moving completely. It lay there lifeless, eyes still black and wide open.

Then your eyes returned to their normal color.

"Well, it wasn't the most satisfying kill. But like I said, Kid. I don't intend on anyone finding me." You said and with the snap of your fingers, the corpse turned to red smoke and the mess vanished as if nothing had ever happened.

But one of the things he said stuck with you. You lifted your sleeve and looked down at your father's mark.

"So... she's finally dead. Too bad, I was hoping I'd get to her first."

Thank you!!!

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Demon!Dean one-shots / drabbles masterlist

Masterlist for all Demon!Dean x Reader one-shots / drabbles

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

Back alley sex with Demon!Dean 💦

Good girl

My last night 💔

Still Family 💔

Demon!Dean war with jay-and-dean

Still your Dean 💔

Better the devil you know 💔 💦

Even my dark side love you 💔 💦 (Requested)

Hit it of king of hell style 💔

TNT  💦

Dark Christmas 💦

Sweet torture 💦

A man after midnight 💦

Amends 💦

Shackled 💦

Be gentle 💔 💕

Carved 💔

Christmas with a demon

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[cheynovak]

A Demon's Kiss Part 2

Demon Dean x F/Reader Y/N   

Warnings: Anger, aggression, nothing too bad. 

Side note: English isn’t my first language. 

-> @mayafatimakhan asked me to make a part two, so here it is, I did change the chase scene a little. Since it have been a while since I saw this scene. But have fun reading. <-  

*Does not follow The SPN storyline * 

-- 

Dean turned into a knight of hell, at one of his bar trips he sees an old flame from way back, Y/N the daughter of a hunter, he and Sam met years ago. Seeing her enjoying her time with a new man made him feel well... something. 

After their encounter Y/N decides to call Sam for help.  

--  

Y/N nervously tapped her fingers on the worn wooden bar counter, her mind swirling with a mix of emotions. She had never expected to run into Dean Winchester again after all these years.  

She looked at the display of her phone, she tried to call him , again. “This is Dean's other, other cell so, you must know what to do.” “Hi, it’s me... again. Call me.” With a sign hung up the phone.  

She knew the life he led, hunting monsters and facing dangers most people couldn't even imagine. And as much as she tried to let go, she couldn't shake off the concern that gnawed at her heart. Dean would never get possessed by a demon.  

Realising there was one other person she could call.  

"Hello?"  

"Sam," Y/N's voice wavered slightly, betraying her unease. 

"Y/N? Is everything okay?" Sam's tone was filled with concern. 

Y/N hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to express her worries without revealing too much. "I... I ran into Dean," she began, her words coming out in a rush. "He seemed...” she had no idea how much Sam already knew so she chose her words carefully. “I'm worried about him." 

There was a brief pause on the other end of the line before Sam responded, his voice calm yet tinged with urgency. "Where are you?" Y/N quickly glanced around the dimly lit bar, her eyes searching for any signs of Dean. "I'm at Murphy's " she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. 

"I'll be there soon," Sam said firmly before ending the call. As Y/N waited for Sam the memories of their time together washed over her.  

-- 

She was just sixteen when she met Sam and Dean for the first time, Dean at his age of nineteen seemed like the epitome of coolness to her adolescent self. Her father, also a hunter, often crossed paths with John.  

On that particular night, her father and John had gone on a hunt, leaving Y/N and Dean alone at their makeshift home base. Despite her attempts to act nonchalant, Y/N couldn't deny the flutter of excitement in her chest at the thought of spending time alone with Dean. 

As they sat in the dimly lit living room, the soft glow of the flickering television casting shadows across the walls, Y/N found herself stealing glances at Dean when he wasn't looking. She was acutely aware of his presence beside her, the subtle scent of his cologne mingling with the musty smell of the old couch. 

Dean, ever the charmer, had flashed her a lopsided grin, his green eyes twinkling with mischief as he placed his arm behind on the couch. "What's on your mind, kiddo?" he had asked, his voice warm and teasing. 

Y/N had felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment, quickly averting her gaze to the floor. "N-nothing," she had stammered, her heart racing in her chest. “Dean, leave the girl alone.” Sam said annoyed with his brother’s flirtation. ‘Do you have to hit on any and every female on the planet?”  

“Just a friendly conversation, Sammy.” He snapped back. “Mind your own business.”  

-- 

Her memories abrupt disturbed by the door that swung open, and Sam entered, his tall frame cutting through the dimness of the room. He quickly made his way over to Y/N, his expression grave. 

"Where is he?" Sam asked, his eyes searching hers for answers. 

Y/N nodded toward the corner where Dean had been sitting earlier, but he was nowhere to be seen. "He was here," she said, her voice tinged with worry. "He left not too long ago." 

Without another word, Sam reached into his jacket pocket, retrieving a set of keys. "Come on," he said, gesturing for Y/N to follow him. "We need to find him." 

Together, they hurried out of the bar and into the cool night air, the sound of their footsteps echoing against the deserted streets. As they climbed into the car, Y/N couldn't help but feel a sense of déjà vu, as if she were being pulled back into a world she had tried so hard to leave behind. 

As the car sped through the night, Sam glanced over at Y/N, his expression filled with concern. "How have you been, Y/N?" he asked softly, his voice breaking the silence that had settled between them. 

Y/N sighed, her gaze drifting out the window as memories of the past flooded her mind. "I've been okay," she replied, her tone tinged with a hint of sadness. "Just trying to live a normal life, you know?" 

Sam nodded, his brow furrowing with guilt. "I'm sorry I dragged you back into this," he said, his voice heavy with regret. "You made a promise to your dad not to hunt anymore, and I..." 

Y/N reached out, placing a hand on Sam's arm. "Hey, it's not your fault," she said firmly, meeting his gaze with a reassuring smile. "Helping Dean doesn't count. He's family." 

Sam's expression softened at her words, a flicker of gratitude shining in his eyes. "Thank you," he said quietly, his voice filled with emotion. "For being here for us, even after everything that's happened." 

As Y/N gazed out of the window, her thoughts drifted back to the last time she had seen Dean. Their relationship had always been a tumultuous rollercoaster ride, filled with highs and lows that mirrored the unpredictable nature of their lives. 

Being involved with Dean meant accepting the reality of his hunter lifestyle – the long absences, the constant danger. Their on-and-off dynamic had taken its toll on both of them, leaving Y/N torn between her love for Dean and the desire for a stable, normal life.  

But every time she tried to walk away, something or better yet someone, always pulled her back in. Y/N's father had hoped, dreamed she would choose a future away from hunting.  

He had seen Sam, with his steady and promising future in law school, to him he was the ideal match for his daughter her ticket out of the dangerous life they led. He couldn’t say he wasn’t relieved her daughter broke up with the older Winchester brother. But he was angry at him for breaking his daughter's heart. 

-- 

The Impala's engine hummed softly as Dean drove on the driveway in front of Y/N’s house. Y/N sat in tense silence, her arms folded tightly across her chest. Not getting out just yet. 

After what felt like an eternity, Y/N finally broke the silence, her voice tinged with anger. "Dean, we need to talk." Dean glanced over at her, his brow furrowing with concern. "What's on your mind, sweetheart?" he asked, his tone cautious. 

She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she was about to say. "I can't do this anymore, Dean," she said, her voice trembling with emotion. "I can't keep pretending like everything's okay when it's not." 

Dean's grip tightened on the steering wheel, his jaw clenched in frustration. "What are you talking about, Y/N?" he demanded, his tone defensive. 

Y/N turned to face him, her eyes blazing with anger. "I'm talking about us, Dean," she spat, her words dripping with venom. "I'm talking about the fact that you kissed another girl while you were on a hunt." 

Dean's eyes widened in disbelief, his expression shifting from confusion to anger. "Oh, come on, Y/N," he scoffed, his tone dismissive. "You know how it is when we're on the road. It's not like we're exclusive or anything." 

Y/N's fists clenched at her sides, her nails digging into her palms. "That's not the point, Dean," she snapped, her voice rising with frustration. "The point is... y-you made me feel like I was nothing to you. I’ve known you for 5 years and you throw it away like that!” 

Dean shook his head, his temper flaring. "I can't believe you're making such a big deal out of this," he growled, his voice laced with irritation. "It was just a kiss. It didn't mean anything." 

Y/N's eyes flashed with hurt and anger, her chest heaving with emotion. "You don't get it, Dean," she said, her voice trembling with emotion. "You never have." She got out of the car running back inside.  

Her dad heard her getting inside, turning to greet her. “Hi sweetheart how was your... night?” But he soon noticed how Dean ran after her. Seeing how they continued the fight in the kitchen. “Y/N!” He raised his voice following her close.  

"Y/N, wait," Dean called after her, his voice tinged with frustration. "We need to talk about this." 

Y/N spun around to face him, her eyes blazing with fury. "Talk about what, Dean?" she spat, her tone sharp and biting. "The fact that you think it's okay to kiss other girls while I'm sitting at home waiting for you?" 

Dean's jaw clenched, his hands balling into fists at his sides. "You think you're the only one who's been waiting around?" he retorted, his voice rising with anger. "You think I don't know what you've been up to when I'm not around?" 

Y/N took a deep breath, her gaze locked with his. "I cared enough to wait for you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Even when you were miles away, I never once thought about being with anyone else." 

Dean's eyes widened in realization, a pang of guilt tugging at his heart. "Y/N, I..." he began, his voice trailing off as he struggled to find words.  

"You know what, Dean?" she spat, her voice dripping with venom. "Maybe I should have chosen Sam back then instead of you." Dean's eyes widened in shock, his expression crumbling with hurt. "Y/N..." he began.  

But she cut him off with a dismissive wave of her hand. "Save it, Dean," she said, her voice cold and unforgiving. "I'm done with this. I'm done with you. I want you out of this house, out of my life. Know!" 

-- 

"You can stay as long as you want.”  

Sam's voice broke through the haze of memories, pulling Y/N back to the present. Blinking away the little tear that had gathered in the corner of her eye? She glanced around, realizing they had arrived at the bunker Sam talked about earlier.  

"Thanks, Sam," she said quietly, her voice tinged with gratitude as she climbed out of the car. Sam nodded, his expression filled with understanding. "We'll find him, Y/N," he said, his voice firm with determination.  

--  

 

As days stretched into weeks, Sam's tireless efforts finally paid off. With a lead on Dean's whereabouts, they set out to find him.  

Dean's eyes widened in surprise as he took in the sight of Y/N and Sam standing before him. "Well, well, well," he drawled, a hint of sarcasm lacing his words. "Look who decided to show up." 

Y/N's heart sank at the bitterness in Dean's voice, the sting of his words cutting deeper than she cared to admit. "Dean, we're here to help you," she said, her voice steady despite the ache in her chest. 

But Dean's expression remained hardened, his gaze fixed on her with a mixture of resentment and disappointment. "Oh, I see," he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "You finally kept your word, huh? Went for Sammy instead of me." 

Y/N's breath caught in her throat at his words, the pain of his accusation like a dagger to her heart. Opening old wounds. "Dean, that's not fair," Sam interjected, his voice firm with resolve. "Y/N's here because she cares about you. We both do." 

But Dean's expression remained impassive, his walls firmly in place. "Save it, Sam," he said dismissively. "I don't need your pity, and I sure as hell don't need hers. You need to let me go, both of you." 

Sam looked at her, she knew she needed to distract him. Physically she knew neither could handle him. So, she did what she knew would keep them going for a while.  

"You're such a damn hypocrite, Dean!" Y/N said, her voice filled with frustration. "You're the one who pushed me away, who made me feel like I wasn't good enough for you!" 

Dean's jaw clenched, his fists tightening at his sides. "Oh, and you were just perfect, weren't you?" he shot back, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Always running back to daddy, and now again, showing up with his favourite little law schoolboy. Just like daddy dearest wanted.”  

Sam looked at her, immediately understanding what she was doing. "At least Sam was there for me when I needed him!" she retorted, her voice shaking with rage. "Unlike you, Dean, who only cares about himself!"  

Dean stepped forward, toe to toe, nose to nose. "You have no right to judge me princess." 

 Sam saw an opportunity. With a swift motion, Sam lunged forward, his hands closing around Dean's wrists before he could react. In one fluid motion, he snapped a pair of demon handcuffs around Dean's wrists, the cold metal biting into his skin. 

Dean struggled against the cuffs, his muscles straining against the invisible force that held him captive. "What the hell, Sam?" he growled, his voice laced with anger. 

Sam met his brother's gaze with a steely determination. "I'm sorry, Dean," he said, his voice firm yet filled with regret. 

-- 

Back at the bunker 

In the dead of night, the bunker was shrouded in darkness, the only sound the soft hum of the ventilation system. Y/N tossed and turned restlessly in her bed, her mind plagued by the events of the day. But as sleep finally began to overtake her, a sudden noise shattered the silence, jolting her awake. 

Rushing out of her room, checking Sam’s but saw his bed empty. Y/N searched frantically for Sam, her heart pounding with fear. And then she found him, lying unconscious on the floor, a deep gash on his forehead. 

Panic surged through her veins as she knelt beside him, shaking him gently in an attempt to rouse him. "Sam, wake up," she pleaded, her voice trembling with urgency. "Please, Sam, wake up!" Y/N realized that she couldn’t leave him like this. 

As she struggled to lift Sam's limp body, a sudden noise behind her caused her to freeze in place. Whirling around, her eyes widened in horror as she came face to face with Dean, his expression twisted with anger. 

"Y/N!" Dean growled, his voice low and menacing. "You think you can just lock me up and get away with it, princess?" 

Y/N's heart pounded in her chest as she backed away slowly, her mind racing with fear. "Dean, please," she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper. "We just want to help you." 

Y/N backed into her room, her heart pounding with fear, she scanned the area frantically for something – anything – that could help her. And then her eyes landed on it – a small bottle of holy water sitting on the closet shelf next to the door. 

With trembling hands, Y/N grabbed the bottle, her fingers closing around it tightly as she steeled herself for what she had to do. As Dean's enraged shouts grew closer, she took a deep breath, summoning every ounce of courage she had left. 

As soon as Dean burst into the room, his eyes wild with fury, Y/N wasted no time. With a swift motion, she splashed the holy water directly into his face, the liquid sizzling on contact with his skin. 

Dean let out a howl of pain, his hands flying to his face as he stumbled backwards, momentarily stunned by the unexpected attack. Seizing the opportunity, Y/N darted past him, racing towards another room,  

In the meantime, Sam got back up and got to the control room locking the place down.  

With shaking hands, Y/N slammed the door shut behind her, her heart hammering in her chest as she fumbled for the lock. The bunker's emergency lights bathed the corridor in an ominous red glow, casting long shadows that seemed to dance with Dean's furious cries. 

With each passing moment, the sound of his voice grew louder, more menacing, sending a shiver down Y/N's spine. It was like something out of a Hitchcock movie. "You're pathetic, Y/N!" Dean's voice echoed off the walls, his words echoing with a chilling finality.  

Dean's voice cut through the silence of the bunker like a knife, each word dripping with a venomous hatred that left Y/N feeling as though she had been punched in the gut. The insults he hurled at her were like arrows aimed straight at her heart, each one hitting its mark with a painful precision. 

"Nothing but a pathetic excuse for a girlfriend," Dean's voice echoed through the corridors, his words filled with a bitter contempt. "You were never good enough for me – always so damn needy, so damn jealous." 

"And in bed? Forget about it," Dean continued, his voice mocking. "You were always so damn awkward, you had no idea what you were doing, did you?" Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes as she listened to Dean's cruel taunts.  

Hearing how he was really close to the room she was hiding in. How he busted every door on his way to her. "Always trying to control everything, always trying to hold onto something that's long gone." 

"You're just like your father, Y/N," Dean sneered, his voice dripping with disdain.

"It's a good thing your daddy's dead, he'd be ashamed of what you've become. Just a sad, broken shell of a woman, unable to find anyone to start a family with." 

A soft gasp left her lips, Dean turned towards the sound.

"He's in hell, Y/N, you know that right? I saw him just last week. Making sure he gets torture for all eternity because of his own mistakes." 

She knew this wasn’t Dean talking, but as she sat alone in the darkness, listening to Dean's relentless tirade, she couldn't help but wonder if he was right. Had she truly failed her father's memory? 

Y/N's heart pounded in her chest as she heard Dean's heavy footsteps approach the door of the room where she was hiding. Panic surged through her veins as she realized that she was trapped, with nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. 

With a sickening thud, Dean's boot connected with the door, sending it crashing inward with a deafening crash. The door broke down in pieces, revealing Dean's enraged silhouette framed in the doorway, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity. 

As he stepped through the door, a hand moved through his hear. "Let's finish this, you and me sweetheart."

Y/N's breath caught in her throat as she scrambled to her feet, her eyes wide with fear as she backed away from him. "Dean, please," she pleaded, her voice trembling with desperation. "Don't do this. You're better than this." 

"It's too late for that, Y/N," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "You made your choice when you locked me up like some kind of animal." 

Y/N gasped for air as Dean's strong grip tightened around her throat, pinning her against the cold, unforgiving wall. With each passing second, her vision began to blur, her lungs burning for oxygen as she struggled to break free from his grasp. 

Desperation flooded her veins as she reached up, her hands instinctively wrapping around Dean's wrist in a desperate attempt to pry his fingers away. “Oh kiddo, it’s a shame killing you. But on the bright side, you’ll see your daddy again, very soon.” 

In the tense silence that followed Dean's cruel words, Sam stepped forward, his grip tightening on the demon blade as he held it steady against his brother's throat. His jaw clenched with determination.  

 Dean's lips curled into a mocking smirk, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous edge. "Wow, look at you. Go ahead, Sammy," he taunted, his voice cold and unbothered. "Do it. Let's see if you've got the guts." 

But Sam's gaze remained fixed on Dean, "You don't get to call the shots anymore, Dean," Sam said, his voice firm with conviction. "Not this time." He backed Dean further back to the hall.  

As Sam hesitated, the tension in the room thickened, each second stretching out into an eternity. With a heavy exhale, he slowly withdrew the demon blade, his knuckles white with the force of his grip. 

"You don't have it in you, do you, Sammy?" Dean's voice was a low growl, his eyes dark with a mixture of disappointment and triumph. "You talk big, but when it comes down to it, you can't pull the trigger." 

As tension hung thick in the air, a sudden rush of displaced air announced Castiel's arrival. His presence seemed to fill the room with a calming energy, a beacon of hope amidst the storm of emotions that threatened to engulf them all. 

Castiel's blue eyes shined bright, filled with a mixture of concern and determination. Without a word, he stepped forward, his arms outstretched to support his friend. Forcing to calm him down, putting him unconscious back into the chair.  

A few days into the treatment.  

Sam turned to Y/N, his eyes reflecting a mix of concern and exhaustion. He noticed her gaze lingering on Dean's unconscious form, her expression a complex blend of emotions. 

"Y/N, are you okay?" Sam's voice was gentle, his concern evident in the furrow of his brow. Her gaze tore away from Dean, her thoughts swirling with a tumult of conflicting feelings. She forced a small smile, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. 

"Yeah, I'm fine," she replied, her voice unsteady. "Just... seeing him like this, it's hard, you know?" Sam nodded understandingly, his own gaze flickering back to his brother. "Yeah, I know what you mean," he said quietly. "But we're doing the right thing.” 

"I know," she murmured.” Are you sure he is cured?” She asked Castiel. “He is, I can feel it.” “Good.” she said walking away to her room.  

Y/N's hands paused mid-motion as she heard a soft knock on her bedroom door. Casting a glance over her shoulder, she saw Castiel standing in the doorway, his expression gentle yet concerned. 

"Y/N, may I come in?" Castiel's voice was soft, she nodded, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Of course, Cas." His gaze fell upon the packed bags strewn across the bed. His brow furrowed in concern as he took in the sight, his eyes lingering on Y/N's neck.  

"Are you alright, Y/N?" Castiel asked, his voice filled with genuine worry. "I'm okay." she said, her voice tinged with a hint of discomfort. "Just a few bumps and bruises nothing I haven’t had before." 

But Castiel wasn't convinced. With a gentle touch, he reached out to inspect her injuries, his grace flowing through his fingertips like a soothing balm. Y/N felt a warmth spread through her body as Castiel's healing touch washed away the pain, leaving her feeling rejuvenated and whole once more. 

"Thank you, Cas," Y/N murmured, looking in his piercing blue eyes. “Thank you for being such a good friend for them.” Castiel offered her a small smile in return, the door to her room creaked open, and Y/N's heart skipped a beat as she saw Dean standing there, his expression hesitant.  

"Y/N, can we talk?" Dean's voice was soft, his tone tinged with a vulnerability that she had rarely seen from him. Y/N nodded, "Of course.” 

As Dean took a seat beside her on the bed, Y/N felt a rush of conflicting emotions wash over her – anger, hurt, but also a flicker of hope. "I'm sorry, Y/N," Dean began, his voice thick with emotion. "I never meant the things I said to you.” His hand took hers.  

"I know," Y/N replied softly, her voice tinged with sadness as she pulled her hand away from Dean's. She rose from the bed, her movements slow and deliberate as she turned away from him, her heart heavy with the weight of their shared pain. 

Dean watched in silence as Y/N began to pack her bag once more, the sound of her movements echoing through the room like a painful reminder of their past. As Y/N zipped up her bag and slung it over her shoulder, she spared one last glance at Dean, her eyes filled with a mixture of longing and regret.  

“Are you leaving?” He asked in a soft voice, while getting on his feet. Taking a deep breath, Y/N met Dean's gaze head-on, her heart pounding in her chest. "You're cured, Dean," she said, her voice steady despite the turmoil swirling inside her. "That's why I came here to make sure you were okay." 

“Don’t you think we need to talk about what happened?” Taking a deep breath, Y/N turned to face Dean, her eyes searching his for answers. "What do you mean, Dean?" she asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty. 

Dean hesitated, his gaze flickering away from hers for a fleeting moment before returning. "I mean... about us," he replied, his voice quiet yet determined. "About what happened between us all those years ago." 

"I... I don't know, Dean," Y/N admitted, her voice trembling slightly. "It's been a long time since then, and a lot has happened since we were together." 

Dean nodded, his expression somber as he met her gaze. "I know," he said softly. "And I'm sorry for everything that happened between us. I never meant to hurt you, Y/N, I just... I didn't know how to handle everything back then." 

"I know, Dean, we were young." she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "I think about that fight all the time." Dean said quietly, his voice tinged with regret. "I shouldn't have left, I should have worked things out with you, instead of running away like a coward." 

“Really?” Her eyes teared up, Dean nodded, his expression somber as he met her gaze. "I wish I could go back and change things, Y/N. Ask you, your dad for forgiveness."  

“Please stay a little longer, let's start over, we can get to know each other again. For old times.” She saw the honesty in his eyes. She dropped her bag on the floor. 

"I forgave you a long time ago, Dean," Y/N said softly, her voice filled with a quiet resolve. "But I can't stay here. I never wanted this life.” Their eyes lock "I understand, All I want is for you to be happy." Dean replied quietly, his voice tinged with sadness.  

Her eyes shimmering with unshed tears as she stepped forward, closing the distance between them. She reached up to cup Dean's cheek in her hand, her touch gentle yet firm 

“I'll tell you this, why don't you call me when you are ready to leave this life.” 

She leaned in and pressed her lips to his in a tender kiss – a goodbye kiss, filled with all the love, longing and pain they had never been able to express. Just as suddenly as it had begun, it was over.  

“Goodbye, Dean," she said softly, before leaving him in the empty room. 

As he watched her go, Dean’s fingers traced his lips, like he could keep the feeling of their kiss just a little longer.  

Wondering if they would ever find their way back to each other.  

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