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simsadventures · 4 years

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Drama Queen

Dean x Reader

Summary: Dean isn’t the one to pour his heart out. So when he does, you smell something fishy. And you’re right.

Warnings: fluff, crack, swearing, Dean being a little shit, just a little something, really

Word Count: 1147

A/N: Another Dean this week, yay! It’s just a little bit of fluff to make you smile, that’s all. This is my submission to @deanwanddamons ’s follower challenge #deanwanddamons500followerchallenge, my prompt being 34. ‘And you’re the place my life begins, and you’ll be where it ends’. I had so much fun writing it, hope you all will enjoy this Dean fluffiness. xx

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There were days when your boyfriend would be the toughest motherfucker, the greatest hunter, the best pretty much everything. He was dominant at those times, to the point it actually made you aroused just when you heard that raspy voice of his give a command. Or when he gave you that look with a raised eyebrow, telling you to not shit with him. Basically, you loved it when he was being a dom. End of story.

But there were also days when this tough exterior got replaced by this soft-boy-persona, where he would get the most excited about the smallest things, hence the memory foam incident. This soft boy also had another side to him, a side that you sometimes thought funny, especially when it didn’t concern you directly. However, when it did involve you, that was another story altogether.

You just came from a supply run, because, apparently, it was your turn and nothing could be done with that, thank you very much, Sam. Not that you didn’t like getting out of the bunker once in a while, but because you merely just got home from a hunt, and all you wanted to do was to lie down, watch some movies and sleep in your perfect bed with your perfect boyfriend. But Sam wouldn’t budge, because he was organised little shit and everything that wasn’t according to plan was scary to him.

Anyway, you brought the last bags filled with food inside, when you heard some noise behind you in the kitchen. You knew there was a very slim chance that it wasn’t one of the brothers, so you didn’t even bother to turn around to see which of them it was.

But when somebody, coughed behind you, you knew the previous noise was very much intentional, and that it was indeed your glorious boyfriend standing in the doorway. You only turned your head ever so slightly to give him a raised eyebrow look of your own and turned back towards the bags to unpack them and then to go finally lie down.

Dean, however, coughed again, this time much louder than before, and you huffed out before you finally turned to face him fully, giving him the “you-won” face and signalling that he should say whatever was on his mind.

“You know you look beautiful today, my love?” Dean said with a sheepish smile.

You smiled back at him, thanked him, and wanted to turn back, but Dean made a few steps in between and was now standing right in front of you, his hands stopping you from moving further away.

“No, I mean it. Like, I know I’m the luckiest guy in the world, you know? I realise it, and I cherish every moment spent with you like it might be the last. Because what do we know? It actually might. And I’m just… amazed that somebody as great as you would be with somebody like me. So I guess I wanted to thank you and tell you that you’re the place where my life begins, and you’ll be where it ends,” he finished his unusually long speech by kissing you deeply, while one of his hands snaked around your middle to pull you closer to him.

You couldn’t feel the other hand, but you didn’t care at that moment. It was sweet when Dean told you even the three words because it didn’t happen often. So to get a heartfelt speech like that one, was unexpected, to say the least.

You tried to stay present in the moment and not care about anything in the world, but a noise interrupted the set moment between you and your boyfriend. You tried to ignore it, but the rustling continued, and when you carefully opened your eyes to see what was going on, you saw a brown package in Dean’s free hand, trying to get behind his back. You now opened your eyes fully, only for Dean to suddenly pull away and smile at you innocently.

“What is it in your hand, Dean?” You asked, still not believing what you thought was happening.

“Nothing, what would be in my hand? You mean the most beautiful girlfriend in the world, the one I love so much?” He asked and tried to kiss you again, but, this time, you didn’t let him fool you.

You stepped away from him and frowned, trying to reach behind his back, but he stood so that you wouldn’t have a chance.

“Did you really just say all those things to get behind my back and take the fucking pie I bought for you? The one I said you could have tomorrow and not today?” You asked him, trying to keep your emotions at bay. But boy, you were having a hard time at that.

“No, not at all. I meant every single word, but maybe I got a pie as a thank you from you?” Dean asked, hopeful.

“You little shit!” You yelled as you lurched at him, but Dean being Dean he was able to see your attack even before you jumped, stepping from your way and running towards your shared room.

“You’re being all drama queen-like, and then I find out that you steel from behind my back? Oh, run, Dean, run, because when I get to you, you won’t like what I have planned for you!” You scrammed as he barricaded himself in the room.

You could hear silent snickers from behind the door and had to laugh at his childishness. You didn’t really think what you’d do for him teasing you like this, but it didn’t matter.

He was such a drama queen, there was no doubt about it. But, also, this just showed how relaxed he was with you and that he knew you wouldn’t question his manliness or his ability to save the world if he let off some steam from time to time.

You could only imagine him grinning like an idiot in the room, and you had to smile as well. He was happy, for one, and you wouldn’t let anyone or anything spoil this moment for him. Because you knew these moments were so rare for both you and him.

“Whatcha gonna do about it, pretty girl? I’m not scared of you,” Dean hollered from the room, and you laughed quietly.

“Oh, but you should be, because when I get into that room, I’m gonna make you my own bitch, Dean, count on that,” you mockingly growled, and you could hear him laugh again. You could also hear Sam groan as he exited his room, but you ignored him. This was between you and Dean, and not even Sam and his seriousness would spoil your fun. You just had to think of a way to get into that room now.

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winchest09 · 4 years

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Yesterday.

Title: Yesterday

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader

Word Count: 3000

Summary: Yesterday, everything was how it should be. Yesterday, Dean was in his happy place. Yesterday, everything changed.

Rating: 15

Warnings: Fluff, angst, all the angst, SPOILER, death, regrets, drama, accident.

A/N: So this is my entry for @deanwanddamons 500 follower challenge! Congratulations babe once again! My prompt was “And you’re the place my life begins and you’ll be where it ends” this line is included in this fic. :)

A/N 2: This also took a different turn to what I expected it to be and I sincerely hope you enjoy it.

*** Any mistakes are my own, my darling beta is feeling under the weather (Feel better babe!) Please do not repost my work anywhere however reblogs are fine and welcome :) I’ll give you a virtual hug if you did!

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Yesterday, everything was how it should be. A fancy hotel room, a plush queen sized bed lined with eygption cotton sheets and his girl all curled up in his arms. He’d woken at the same time that he always did when she was laying next to him. Just in time to see the sunrise shine beautifully across Y/N’s face, highlighting her delicate features perfectly. For Dean, this was a sight that would always be his favourite. A sight that he was lucky enough to see every day when he awoke next to her. A sight that he would remember for the rest of his life.

He took a deep, soft breath as he allowed his eyes to scan over Y/N’s face. He didn’t want to miss a single detail. From the way her lashes dusted across her cheeks as she slept to the way her lips looked as soft as a petal. He adored how her hair would fall gently over her eyes, giving him the perfect opportunity to reach out and brush it behind her ear. He loved the soft noises that would escape her lips as she moved around in slumber. He loved every single damn thing.

He smiled gently when she moved closer towards him, her body subconsciously seeking him out and only resting when her hands came into contact with his chest. His smile grew wider as he leaned over her slightly, dipping down to bring his lips to her neck softly, his few day old stubble grazing her skin as she started to stir beneath him.

He felt how her hands slowly came up to caress his bare back, her fingertips grazing his skin up and down as she allowed a contented sigh to pass her lips. Her eyes were still closed when Dean started to travel his kisses. He moved from her neck to the edge of her jaw, rolling himself over on top of her whilst supporting his weight with his forearms. He worked his way down to her chest, peppering kisses across her smooth skin as he travelled lower down her body, the cotton sheet draped over him. He heard how she sucked in a sharp breath as his mouth worshipped her, his lips stopping just shy of her navel to allow a wicked grin to spread across his face.

Without warning, Dean sucked in a deep breath and blew the biggest and wettest raspberry on Y/N’s stomach. The shriek that left her mouth made him grin and brace for what was to come; her laughter. It filled his soul with such joy whenever she laughed, the sound was his favourite thing to listen too. She threw the sheet off of his back, her wide joyful eyes staring down at him as she tried to fight him playfully off of her. Skillfully, he worked his way back up her body, his fingers dancing along her ribs as he tickled her mercissly. Her laughter, her smiles, her beauty...

This was his happy place.

Yesterday, Dean had stepped out of line. He’d hurt Y/N with his words, not intentionally, he’d never intentionally hurt her but he had ruined their joyus morning by allowing his own fears to drive his thoughts. After enjoying breakfast in bed, literally and figuratively, they had begun to pack their bags ready for the short drive back to reality. Y/N, being the switched on and dedicated hunter that she was, began to check her phone for anything that remotely seemed interesting to them in the surrounding area. She was always trying her best to help somebody, always wanting to do the best for people, always putting them first even if it meant putting her life on the line. She was selfless.

With her phone in hand, Dean watched from the edge of the bed as she bit gently down on her thumb nail, a sign that she was reading something interesting. He swallowed the fear that started to creep up from his gut, instead he tried to focus on packing the rest of his clothes back into his duffel.

“Hey, there’s a case not too far from here. Sounds like ghouls,” Y/N announced, spinning on her feet to turn to look at him, “want to check it out?” she asked, a hopeful look on her face.

“We’ll call one of the other hunters, set them on it,” he answered quickly, his focus not leaving the duffel in front of him as he placed it on his lap. He couldn’t handle seeing the dejected look on her face that he knew he’d put there.

“But this is on our way back to the bunker,” she started, walking closer towards him to show him the article on her phone. “We could drop in, handle it and be home in 48 hours,” she continued but Dean just gently shook his head, refusing to look at the phone.

“And there could be a hunter closer to it than us,” he countered, standing from the bed before he turned and zipped the duffel closed. He heard how she let out a little frustrated huff and he prepared himself for what was to come next, her inevitable argument in which she tries to convince him.

“Come on, Dean. We’ve not been on a hunt, just me and you, in forever,” she said in a saddened tone, her phone sliding into the back of her jeans pocket as her eyes never left his.

“I said no, Y/N,” he affirmed, turning around to face her. His tone was sharper than he had intended so he didn’t miss the small flinch she gave when his words hit her; they had definitely stung.

She shook her head, a tiny frown creasing at her brow as she studied him for a slight moment, her eyes flicking between his.

“What is with you lately?” she questioned, crossing her arms across her chest as she began to guard herself. Dean just shrugged, his shoulders shaking in a nonchalant manner to try and indicate that nothing was wrong. But Y/N wasn’t that dumb to fall for it and he knew it. “No, it’s something. Come to think of it, since we’ve been this,” she gestures back and forth from herself and Dean with her hand, “we’ve not been on one single hunt. It’s just been research and sending out other hunters to the jobs that I could easily do,” she recalled, her eyes boring up into his as she waited for his answer.

“I think you’re overthinking it,” Dean blew her off, waving a hand around as he walked towards the bathroom.

“No, I think there’s an issue here somewhere,” she stated, following him, her arms now loose at her sides. “Do you not want to hunt with me anymore?” she questioned him causing him to stop in his tracks. He turned to look at her, taking a moment to study her face as he swallowed hard. He didn’t have to give her his answer, the way her face fell and eyes watered told him she already knew. “Oh my god, you don’t want me to hunt anymore,” she whispered, her hand coming up to run through her hair.

Dean panicked slightly, it wasn’t that he didn’t want to hunt with her anymore. It was that he didn’t want her to end up hurt or worse. He’d finally got a good thing in his life, and he wanted to cherish that until he couldn’t cherish it anymore.

“We’ve got a bunker full of hunters, does it really matter if one of us is out the game? That one of us can have a chance at normal?” he voiced back at Y/N, stepping one foot closer to her as he tried to reach for her hands but she just pulled back, a tear threatening to fall down her cheek.

“Oh but it’s ok for you to continue to hunt?” she fired at Dean.

“I’ve been doing this longer than you,” he countered, hoping his point would stand.

“So?” she spat, the frown in her brow deepening as her hands came to her hips.

“So, I know what’s best in this situation, feelings make you sloppy.” The words left his mouth before he could think. His green eyes went wide and the broken look written on her face made him feel sick to his stomach.

“So, i’m sloppy now, is that it? Just because I’ve fallen into a bed with you?” she whispered, hurt lacing her words as they quavered slightly, her arms loosening at her sides.

“No, Y/N,” he breathed, instantly regretting what he’d said. “Come on, I didn’t mean it like that and you know it.” He tried reaching for her once more but she pulled back, not wanting his comfort.

“Here’s what I know,” she started, holding a finger in the air as her glassy Y/E/C eyes stared him down. “I know that I'm good at what I do. I know that I can hit a moving target with a kill shot, I know i’ve saved your ass more times than I can count and I know that I definitely don’t want a boyfriend who controls what I can and cannot do,” she barked, her voice strong as she backed off even more to grab at her bag from her side of the bed.

“Y/N-”

“Just don’t,” she interrupted him, storming past Dean as fast as she could with her bag in hand as she left the room, slamming the door as she went.

He flinched at the sound, collapsing back down onto the mattress with his head in his hands as he thought over what had just happened. The perfect morning had been ruined because he wanted to keep her safe.

Yesterday, he was driving 80mph down a highway, tears tickled his cheeks as he pushed the accelerator to the floor. He shouldn’t have let Y/N walk out of that room, he shouldn’t have let her out of his sight but his stubbornness prevented his feet from following her. He should have chased her down and told her that he was an idiot and that of course he wanted to hunt with her. He’d do anything he could to protect her. He should have protected her.

Dean slammed his way through the hospital doors, the metal bouncing off the walls due to the force of his entry. His panicked eyes were scanning everything in the room, looking for a sign to take him to reception, looking for the sign that would take him to her. He moved as fast as his legs would carry him, colliding himself with the desk causing the receptionist to jump back slightly in shock. He spoke quickly, reeling off Y/N’s name as his fingers gripped the edge of the desk, his knuckles going white.

As soon as he was told that she was in ICU, he drowned out the rest of her words as he turned to rush towards the stairs. He took them two, three at a time, his hand gripping the railings to give him the extra pull he needed to allow him to get to her that little bit quicker. However, he wasn’t prepared for the sight he was about to see, the sight that would cripple him and take all air from his lungs.

She lay in her hospital bed, her arms either side of her frame, her legs straight; unmoving. Her head was bandaged, bruising covering the side of her face, her mouth slightly agape due to the breathing apparatus that was assisting her. Her perfect petal like lips were cut and grazed, the hair that was loose from the bandage was matted with blood. A wave of nausea washed over him, this was his fault. This was all his fault.

“Excuse me, Sir?” a deep voice sounded next to him. It took Dean a moment for him to realise that someone was trying to talk to him but as he turned his head to the side, he noticed the doctor that was standing next to him with a clipboard. “Are you immediate family to Miss Y/L/N?”

“She’s...she’s my fiance,” he lied, thinking quickly on the spot. It wasn’t a complete lie, the thought had crossed his mind on more than one occasion. “W-what’s happened? She’s going to be ok right?” he stammered, his head flicking from the doctor to motionless Y/N on her bed. Taking a deep breath, the doctor pulled him to one side, away from the room's window.

“Sir, Miss Y/L/N was in a very serious accident. She’s suffered multiple fractures, a collapsed lung and a significant bleed on the brain,” he explained, looking down at his clipboard before looking back up to see a crestfallen Dean.

“But she’s going to be ok,” Dean quavered, staring down the doctor who didn’t reply to him straight away, “tell me she’s going to be ok?!” he panicked, his voice rising.

“The prognosis of this...it’s not good,” the doctor admitted softly, offering a sincere look to the eldest Winchester. “We’ve done all we can to make her comfortable but-”

“No,” Dean cut him off, his hands grabbing at his hair before he pointed at her room, his eyes glassy. “No, you need to fix this, she doesn’t deserve this!”

“Sir, I promise you we’ve done all we can,” the doctor told him before looking over at her room himself. “I’ll leave you two alone, i’ll be just down the corridor if you need me.”

All Dean could do was nod, rolling his bottom lip between his teeth as he built up the courage to walk through the door to her. He roughly wiped at the stray tears that were resting on his cheeks before he took a deep breath and entered her room. All that could be heard was the sound of the ventilator and the heart monitor beeping in the silence, the indicator that she was still with him.

“Hey, baby,” he greeted, his voice slightly shaky as he shut the door behind him. “Now’s not the time to be sleeping you know? We’ve got everyone waiting on us back at the bunker,” he half chuckled, his nose sniffling as he took a seat next to Y/N’s bed. He couldn’t look directly at her just yet, the sight of her injuries were too much for him in that moment. Instead, he reached for her hand, his thumb caressing the few scrapes she had over her knuckles. A quick bleep from his pocket pulled his attention away from her for just a moment as he reached down to pull out his phone.

“That’s Sam, he’s on his way to see you. You gotta wake up before he gets here otherwise he’ll be torturing you by reading lore books to you,” he croaked, his hand coming back to slip into hers. “You’ve got to prove all of these docs wrong.” His request was met with more silence, he watched for the slightest bit of movement, a twitch, a smile but there was nothing. His heart was becoming heavy, the regret of that afternoon was becoming too much for him to bear.

“I should have followed you out that door, I should have stopped you from leaving. We should have just gone on that damn hunt, if we had, this...you...it wouldn’t have happened,” he choked out, one hand coming to wipe the tears from his face as he laid eyes on her. It should be him in that bed, not her. He brought Y/N’s hand to his lips before he gently kissed her knuckles, holding her hand close to the stubble on his cheek.

"Hey, remember that time we went out in the middle of the night because you wanted to look up at the stars? I thought you were insane, it was freezing out. But you grabbed a couple of blankets, made some hot chocolate and we were out within the hour," he recalled, a small smile stretching the corner of his lips at the memory. "I’ll tell you a secret. That was the night I fell hard, the night I looked over and saw your smile under the stars." Dean took a deep breath, squeezing his eyes shut tightly as he went over the moment in his mind. "We stayed there talking until you had the idea to go and get a tattoo of a star to remember that moment," he breathed. "To this day no one else knows about that tattoo and that’s what i love, those little things that only i know, those little things that make you mine.”

He couldn’t help the sob that escaped his lips, his tears falling onto your entwined hands. He needed her to wake up, he needed her to be kicking his ass for leaving his pants on the floor or not putting his dishes in the sink. He needed his Y/N back.

“If you can hear me, I need you to know that...I need you to know you’re it. Y/N, you’re it for me. You're the place my life begins and you're the place it ends," he wept, "there ain't no me if there ain't no you." He sniffed as he finally allowed his tears to fall freely, not wiping them away or intercepting them as he stood to lean over her, attempting to brush some of the stray bloody hairs out of her beautiful face. " I need you to stay with me, Y/N," he whispered as he looked down upon her.

With her hand still in his, he swallowed hard as his eyes scanned over every single detail of her features once again. He’d give anything to kiss those lips, to hear her laugh just one more time. All he could do was hope, hope that she had heard his words, hope that she would pull through against all the odds. Shakily, he slowly leaned down and placed a long, soft kiss to her forehead. He poured all of his feelings into that kiss, wishing he could pass on his strength to her. Upon removing his lips, he replaced them with his own forehead, resting it against hers as he willed himself to speak the words he’d never had the courage to say.

“I love you.”

The steady beat of the heart monitor blurred into one long constant sound. It took a moment for Dean to register what was happening. He pulled his head off hers quickly as he looked at the monitor next to him. Y/N had flatlined.

His whole world appeared to slow down, the doctors that were rushing in around him felt like they were going in slow motion. He was being pulled back and out of the room, not realising that he was screaming her name at the top of his lungs, his throat hoarse from his cries. He watched on desperately as the medical staff worked tirelessly to save her. He watched as they performed CPR. He watched as she slipped away from him. His green eyes were trained on the doctor that had stopped the chest compressions, the doctor that stood back to look at his watch, the doctor that called it.

“Time of death, 11.52pm.”

Yesterday, Y/N got knocked over by someone who was doing double the speed limit as she stepped out into the road. In that split moment, Dean’s life had been changed forever. He was so scared of losing her to the supernatural world that he’d forgotten about the dangers of normality. Now here he was, minutes after midnight the next day, on his knees outside of her room, tears streaming down his cheeks as his mind tried to process what had just happened as his eyes stayed focused on her bed. He hadn’t realised that Sam was by his side, his mouth moving frantically with worry, but no words were being heard by Dean.

Yesterday morning, he was in his happy place, his arms wrapped tightly around her. Yesterday afternoon, he made the wrong decision and he had to watch her walk out of the door and unknowingly, out of his life.

Yesterday came suddenly.

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deanwanddamons · 4 years

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Deanwanddamons 500 follower challenge

*header by the wonderful @mummybear Thank you to everyone who has got me to 500 followers. I only started this blog 4 months ago, and started writing at the same time, so I am overwhelmed by this! I have had so much love and support it’s unreal and have made some amazing friends along the way

So to celebrate, I have decided to go with ‘song lyric’ prompts. These are lines from some of my favorite songs (I have very eclectic taste in music so they will be from all kinds of artists and all kinds of genres!) and I would like you to use the words as the basis of your fic. It can be angsty, smutty, fluffy it’s up to you, but MUST be inspired by just this one line. It doesn’t matter if you’re familiar with the song or not. If you are then awesome, if you are not then it will be interesting to see your interpretation of it out of context. You don’t have to use the actual words themselves in the fic, but if you want to, and they fit then carry on 😊

Rules

You must be following me to enter

One prompt per person but two people can have the same prompt, please send me an ask to claim your choice

There’s no minimum word count but there’s a max of 3K

If your fic is more than 500 words please use the keep reading tab

I will accept any and all smut except age play and toilet stuff, so PLEASE tag accordingly

You can write for any SPN character(s) (or actors/actresses) or TVD character (s) (or actors/actresses)

Any pairings are welcome. J2, Destial and Sabriel etc are fine by me and of course you can have more than 2 people involved. All prompts need to be reader inserts/second person POV.

Tag your work with the hashtag #deanwanddamons500followerchallenge and tag me in the author’s notes

There’s no real deadline but if you want to be included in the masterlist then I’ll be creating this on the 3rd of April 2020 so please post before then

If I haven’t reblogged your fic within 48 hours please message me. I am very chatty, so if you want to message me at anytime please do 😀

Song Lyrics Prompts:

‘I wanna hurt you just to hear you screaming my name’ @official-and-unstable-satan @wingedcatninja

‘Held on to a promise, only brothers understand’

‘I hear the voices when I’m dreaming. I can hear them say’ @sweater-daddiesdumbdork @fictionalabyss

‘And you’re the place my life begins, and you’ll be where it ends’ @winchest09 @simsadventures

‘You’re the meaning in my life, you’re the inspiration’ @hella-aj-the-tricksters-son @lettersofwrittencollective

‘Outside the dawn is breaking, but inside in the dark I’m aching to be free’ @missafairy @impala-1979

‘You don’t know how long I have wanted, to touch your lips and hold you tight’ @iwritethingstoo @stiles-o-dylan24

‘Hey, hey honey when you walk that way, watch your honey drip, can’t keep away’ @pink1031

‘And every time I scratch my nails down someone else back I hope you feel it’ @mummybear @negans-lucille-tblr

‘Thank you for loving me, for being my eyes, when I couldn’t see’ @holylulusworld @jay-and-dean

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 4 years

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Only at Night

Summery- Dean and You hook up at night, you deal with memories of a case. NSFW. Written for @deanwanddamons 500 follower challenge. Congrats! Prompt is in bold italiacs

Word Count- 1858

Y/N, why didnt you do more?

Please, help us....

Im scared....

why!?

Y?N!!!!

You shoot up in bed suddenly, gasping as your eyes look wildly around the room and you could feel a shift next to you as Dean rolled over from one side to another, his arm moving from under the pillow he was using and leaned on his elbow, green eyes sharp between sleepy half closed lids. “Again?” he grunted slightly as he moved to half sit up, his hand reaching to cup your face and turn you to look at him. Your heart was still hammering in your chest, and you gave a slight nod to him. “Son of a bitch.... “ He muttered while he moved to sit up and wrap an arm around you, pulling you in close. You rubbed your face in against his shoulder and chuckled. This might be a friends with benefits situation you two shared, but it was simply ingrained in the man to take care of you.

“I hear the voices when I’m dreaming, I can hear them say my name.” You sigh softly, confessing against the column of his neck. If anyone understood how a job could stay with you, it was Dean. He hummed softly in agreement, his hand soothing up and down your back, and already you could feel the remnants of tension ebbing away under his hand. “Been fucken two years, and still... “ You drift off and pull back enough to look at him, smiling. “Cant win them all, right?” He shrugged at his, shaking his head. “No sweetheart we cant, but fuck if we dont try, do you want to tell me about it?” He tipped his head to look down, shifting his hand from your back to brush the hair from your face so he could see you.

He asked you this every time, and you could feel your throat close when you would normally share them. One of these days maybe, but not this time, just like the last time you two had met up in a no name motel on the cheaper side of town. Instead you would use him other ways, twisting further to face him, you press your lips against his neck, right at that spot you know he liked, rewarded when you heard him take a sharp breath, your hands smoothing against the spanse of his chest. No, you didnt want to talk about it, you wanted to fuck it out for now.

Of course Dean was willing to give that as well, his hands sweeping along your arms and cupping your face to drag your face up to his, teasing your lips with nipping kisses to open for for him, and at first you resist but his fingers trail down to the back of your neck and tip your head just right, and there it is. Taking over, his tongue sweeps past lips and teeth to swipe around your own, pulling you further into it, and fuck... he can kiss. Your head is swarming with the heady taste of liqor and man, one youve come to associate with him. Your hands they slide into his hair and fist into it, arching your body into his chest.

Rubbing yourself against him, purring right into the kiss, his hand grasped the globes of your ass and just palmed them, fingers digging in while he pushed you into straddle his lap, moving from kissing your lips to ghost nips down your neck, tracing the line of your collarbone down, catching spots that made you breath in raspy, your breasts jutting forward when you tip your head back, hands guiding his head where you want those soft bites and laps of the tip of his tongue. A fogging of your mind, wasnt there something you were upset about?

And right there he did it again, his lips sucking on a nipple and the sharpness of his teeth rolling the tip enough to pinch, tug and arouse. Soft moans escaped from you as he pulled away, turning to the other and kissing around your chest, but never hitting that spot not yet. “Dean.... “ you ground out, knowing he was teasing on purpose when you glance down, the pupils of his eyes blown, but those slits of green... Oh yes, you could see the amusement of your dilemma all right there, the way they sparked and his brows arched, a smile playing on his lips now that you were focusing on him, he to drew that nipple in and you arched at the jolt of his hot mouth just teasing you, grinding your hips so your pussy ground into his thigh. “Had to make sure you were paying attention Baby.” He mummered just before his tongue swiped through the valley between your breasts.

“You have my full attention Dean.” You chuckled, rotating your hips to feel that rush of arousal glide you against him smoother, needy for him. Your slide your hands from his hair against his chest and push back enough for him to lean back, dipping your head to kiss on his chest, looking up at him from hooded eyes. “And I can feel I have yours to.” Arching your ass back, his erection pressing against your ass.

“There would be something wrong if I wasnt at attention right now.” He joked, his hand dipping in your thighs to touch you, fingers sliding between slick folds and brush along that bundle of nerves that illicit ripples to course through your body. As good as he was with his mouth, he was with his hands, and soon he was having you ride his fingers, your channel fluttering around him and your hips circling, speeding up the more, encouraging you to get there. “So fucking beautiful riding my hand, I cant wait to see you on my cock.”

Twisting his fingers to brush the tips along that sweet spot, you dig your nails into his biceps, speeding yourself up, your lips falling open into that sweet “o”, you were so close... so close and a rush snapped you, shaking arms held yourself up, as you rode started to slow down, panting slightly. His hand withdrew, and he smirked at just how wet you were from it, coating him, he sucked his fingers clean and moaned himself. “and just as good as always.” Tapping your thigh to lift slightly, he grasped his erection and slid it between your folds, teasing your entrance, his cocks head thicker then his fingers and you know it was burn and stretch you in the most satisfied way.

"Dean..." You whimper, almost with impatience and definitely with need, you just want to sink down. Licking your lips, you lean forward and suck on his earlobe, your his good girl, you promised in your kisses and soft whimpers. When he rewarded you, thrusting himself in slowly, you gasp and pull back to glide him in, deep and full, your channel clenching and stretching to adjust. That.... That was exactly what you needed. "Fuck baby, your so god damn tight" he grounded out from gritted teeth.

Oh you knew, your channel gripping and flexing around him, even the drag of his cock going deeper made you moan out. And this was just what you needed to forget that one fucken case that followed you around. A roll of your hips just changed his angle.”I know, now fuck me like this is the last time.” You ground out and his hands dig into your ass cheeks, spreading them as he jerked you and and back down to meet his thrusts, you arching your body above him and rotating yourself back and forth while he dragged you along his cock. Fuck yes, you moan under your breath, bouncing harder and harder, the coil of heat pulsing through you like a start of a lit match to gasoline, small but intense. It settled in your stomach, tightening the muscles there.

Falling forward once more, your fingers scrapping down his chest, leaving what you will call in the morning love marks, you can feel him underneath your hands responding in the same way, and his head lifted to catch your mouth, your lips tangling together heatedly, fisting a hand in the spiky hair of his, gasping into the kiss, Fuck, he knew how to hit the spot. Panting as his tongue lashed along your neck, and down to bite the top of one of your bouncing breasts. So fucken close, you grasp one of his hands on your hip and make it dip between you, right above where your full of him. Ahhh, yes... Dean got the hint, twisting and slicking his fingers, circling your nerves.

Fuck fuck fuck, your head drops, screaming out his name as you slam yourself back hard, sure to hit your g-spot, flood yourself around him and get lost in the wave after wave of bliss blanking your ever fucking loving mind, your body sliding down to lean on him as he chased his own ending, His bite on your shoulder stings as a series of curses fall from him, one, two, three thrusts and he slows down, panting as his head falls back into the pillows, the blankets a tangle half hanging off the bed, your bodies sweaty sex satisfied.

You were content just to lay there, but you knew he would need to dispose of the condom, clean up a bit, so you slid off his chest, onto your back, your arm raised above your head, and catching your breath, staring up at the ceiling. He moved to lean over you, kissing your lips that were still swollen from the last kiss before going to the bathroom to clean up. You wiggled enough to reach the blankets and fixed them when he came back out of the bathroom, smirking. “Ready for another round Sweet Cheeks?”

Laughing hard, you put on your best ‘come on over baby’ look and crook a finger at him “Bring it hot stuff....”

Next morning you two arrive at a diner, taking a booth and ordering coffee, Dean got the full breakfast, extra bacon on the side, you settle for a short stack, picking at the sugar and pouring a touch in your coffee. “Sam meeting you up here?”

“Yea, he should be here any minute, where you heading to after breakfast?” Dean asked, leaning back in the booth, and watching you. You shrug and shake your head. “I guarantee you the opposite of you Winchester.” The night of intimacy was over, back in the day it was all friendship and business.

“Oh come on, I let you piggy back on one of our cases. I bet you can teach Sammy a thing or two.” You smirk at this

“Probably teach you a thing or two Dean.” Your phone dings, and you look at the article. “Well looks like Im headed for Vegas Baby.... And no, you cant come along on this one. I called. it.”

Like you said, intimacy is only for in the dark, when you have no other choice cause the voices say your name in your dreams

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Supernatural, Dean/You, Angst, Mature

Title: Outside the dawn is breaking, but inside in the dark I’m aching to be free

Word count: under 2k

Rating: Mature

Tags/Warnings: drinking, depression, mental health issues, self – hatred, suicide thoughts, drunk driving, child neglect, shitty childhood, ANGST

Written for @deanwanddamons for her 500 follower challenge :)

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Takes place in an alternative universe.

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The strong alcohol burning his throat made him feel a little bit more alive. Taking another sip straight from the bottle, Dean closed his eyes, focusing on the warmth spreading through his body. It was late afternoon and he was sitting on the dirt, in a forest near the main road, drinking whisky instead of being with you. With the woman who was his whole world.

The thought of you - his trusting, sweet girl - made his eyes fill up with tears. Hating himself for not being with you, he closed his eyes, letting those tears wet his cheeks. He thought of what he would give to feel something more than this hatred again.

Everything. Everything was the only answer he could come up with. At first he thought he could handle this. After losing his mother- an event that resulted in a crappy childhood - losing his abusive and mostly absent father wasn’t as easy as he thought it would be.

After years of living in a filthy basement, after years of stealing food for his hungry little brother came time to steal clothes so that Sammy wouldn’t look like a homeless boy, then steal wallets and purses to buy school books. He had never felt the anticipated relief when he looked at his father’s grave. Still grieving, not really understanding why he was missing his father so much, Dean found a backbreaking job in a garage, barely able to walk back home after work. But then things changed a little bit.

Sammy graduated college, got engaged… Every single day of Dean’s miserable life was worth living to see his brother so happy. Or was it? Now Sam barely stayed in touch with him, calling only when he needed a dog sitter. But at some point in his life he met her.

Cursing himself for not being able to get up from the cold, wet ground, he let out a shattered breath. He needed to go home, he needed to pull himself together. Dean bit on the sleeve of his jacket trying to muffle the terrible scream that came out of his mouth. Tears were falling freely down his face, the whisky bottle was shaking in his grip. He had shouted for a long while, until he felt slightly less overwhelmed with his emotions. Exhausted, he managed to crawl back to his car. He drove home, sober enough to stay between the white lines. He sat in his car parked in the driveway for a short while, looking at their home.

The fence was rickety, so was the door and the roof. Walls definitely needed painting. Shaking his head, Dean worked up the courage to go home to you - his beautiful, perfect woman who was oblivious to how broken he really was.

“Hey,” he shouted when he closed the door behind him. “I’m home!”

“Hi, baby!” you greeted him, getting up from the couch. “How was your interview?” you asked.

“It went okay, but I wouldn’t get my hopes up about it,” he told you, letting you hug him.

“It’ll be okay,” you said, wrapping your arms around him.

Resting his head on top of yours he clenched his jaw, but you didn’t feel it. You had no idea that this interview was a lie. Like the previous two interviews. No one was hiring, not in the town, not in the suburbs, not in the closest big city. He had told you he had a job interview, but in fact he was just walking from business to business begging people to hire him for even less than minimum wage. He was laughed at and thrown out of a few. Squeezing you in his arms, pulling you closer to him, Dean kissed the top of your head, then again and again.

“I love you,” he whispered into your ear and with the corner of his eye he could see you smile. He felt like it was the only true sentence you heard from him these days.

“I love you too,” you said, pulling away to look at him. “Have you been drinking?”

You watched him carefully, your big, honest eyes looking deep into his. Dean knew you must have smelled the alcohol in his breath.

“Ah, yeah, I went to a bar with Benny, we had a quick drink,” Dean lied easily, disgusted with himself.

“And you drove here?” You asked softly, clearly worried, running your hand through his messy hair.

“It was just one drink,” he lied again.

“Alright,” you sighed, giving him a quick kiss on the lips. “Did you buy the chocolate for me?” you asked and it was Dean’s turn to sigh now. He closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead, letting you know that he had forgotten.

“I’m sorry, it slipped my mind,” he muttered. “I’ll go get you one,” he offered and took a few steps towards the door.

“No, no,” you opposed quickly. “You’re not driving today! You smell like a distillery! If I hadn’t known you better I would have thought you took a bath in liquor,” you said and instead of the numbness he craved so much, Dean felt the overwhelming guilt.

He hated lying to you, but no matter how many times he tried to change that, something shitty happened and he couldn’t bring himself to tell you the truth. His father’s words of him being a disappointment had been ringing in his ears since he was six years old. He couldn’t stand the thought of disappointing you. That’s why he was putting up this act. That’s why he would never admit to making a mistake, never confess the thoughts that were eating him alive. That was why he lied about having lost a job a week ago due to his boss’ financial problems when the truth was that he had been unemployed for over a month now because he showed up drunk at work. He just couldn’t disappoint you. So he smiled.

“Alright,” he said. “I won’t forget about it tomorrow, okay?”

“Okay,” you said, walking up to him, wrapping your arms around his waist. “You would have told me if something was wrong, right?” you asked carefully, knowing you were close to hitting the nerve. According to Dean everything was always okay.

“Of course,” Dean said without blinking. His crappy life has made him an excellent liar and for the most part of it, Dean thought it was his only talent. “Why would anything be wrong sweetheart?” He asked, pulling you against his chest so that you wouldn’t look him in the eyes.

It hurt him too much when you looked at him like this. Dean found it funny that he was so numb all the time when it came to the good emotions, the ones that he wanted to feel again like serenity, joy, amusement, hope, but he could feel every single negative emotion. He could feel the physical pain they caused him.

“I don’t know, you just seem a little upset about losing your job…” you muttered into his chest.

“Hey,” Dean interrupted, savouring the feeling of your warm body being pressed against his. “I promised you I will find a job soon, okay? Someone will call back,” he assured you, stroking your back gently.

“I know,” you whispered. “And that’s exactly why I don’t want you to worry,” you told him.

“I’m fine,” he said firmly, burying his nose in your hair. “I’m all good,” he said, staring blankly at the floor.

A little over a week later, Dean was looking at you from a holding cell at the police precinct. His bloody fingers were squeezed around the bars, the pressure making the blood drip freely. He could feel a strong, dull ache in his knuckles and tried to focus on it to keep himself from panicking.

You were waiting by the police officer’s desk, looking at him with an expression he couldn’t read. The officer was walking towards the cell and Dean let go of the bars, still looking at you. Disappointment. He thought that was what he was to you. His worst nightmare came to life. He decoded the look on your face or at least he thought he did. You must have been disappointed with him. How could you not be?

He had been drunk and arrested for a bar brawl. And you had just spent more money than you could spare on getting him out. The cell door opened and Dean’s eyes averted from you.

“Winchester,” the officer hissed and Dean slowly walked out of the cell. “You’re out on bail, I’ve already explained everything to your girlfriend,” he said and Dean nodded. “We just need your signature here,” Dean signed the given paper mindlessly, not paying much attention to the man.

He was afraid of facing you. He hadn’t been so scared since his father died. The nausea was making him dizzy; he was sure it wasn’t the alcohol, not after spending all night in jail, having a chance to sober up.

“Hi,” he heard you say and he gulped, looking at the floor.

“Hi,” he muttered, unable to look at you.

“Do you need to see a doctor?” you asked fearfully, having trouble recognizing his face. With shaking hands you gave him a bottle of water which he accepted thankfully.

“No, I’ve already had one examine me,” he told you. “You know, you should see the other guy,” Dean smirked, tring to ease the tension.

“Dean, it’s not funny!” You almost shouted. “Do you have any idea how scared I was?”

“I’m sorry,” he said, not knowing what else to do. He wanted to hold you against him, inhaling the sweet scent of your shampoo, but he was too ashamed to ask. “I’m really sorry, sweetheart,” he gasped.

“I know you are… and uh-” you sighed. “Don’t you think you’re out of control lately?”

“What? No!” he opposed.

“If you don’t want to talk to me, it’s okay, but talk to someone!” You begged him, desperately trying to help him. You trusted Dean and you thought he would never lie to you, but deep inside you knew you might be wrong.

Dean shook his head, overwhelmed by the emotions boiling inside him, but he had to go on with the show. He couldn’t let you know how he really felt. He couldn’t let you know that the range of different emotions was pulling him down. Looking as calm as ever he softly touched your cheek.

“I will, if that’s what you want,” he promised and you nodded. “I’ll do anything for you,” he said.

“I don’t want everything, Dean,” you told him, tears blurring your vision a bit. You were standing with Dean in front of the precinct, staring helplessly at him. “I just want you to be okay,” you said, oblivious to the fact that you made his heart shatter into thousands of pieces.

Because he wasn’t okay. And he thought he could never be okay. And this was the only thing you wanted, you wanted the only thing he couldn’t give you. You looked at him, his soft smile could deceive the devil himself.

“I can do that,” he said, his grin getting wider as you smiled at him, thinking you made him feel better. “I will never disappoint you again,” he whispered, pulling you against him.

He knew that if you left he wouldn’t be able to find the will to carry on. That was why he desperately tried to do and say anything just to please you, so that you wouldn’t leave, but it was also the reason why he kept pushing you away, why he couldn’t let you know how he truly felt. That’s why a part of him was aching to be free from you.

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~missafairy

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Love Bites

A/N: This is for @deanwanddamons #deanwanddamons500followerchallenge. Hope you enjoy it!

Characters: Sam, Dean, Crowley, OMC Kern and Reader

Word Count: 2233

Warnings: Language, mentions of torture, vampires, blood, a bit of fluff

Prompt: You don’t know how long I have wanted to touch your lips and hold you tight (in bold)

Tags: @deanwanddamons @official-and-unstable-satan @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Rain poured down over you as you walked up to the entrance of Harvelle’s Roadhouse. You slammed the door open and stood in the entryway dripping water onto the floor.

“Hey, you look like shit.” You recognized the voice as Dean Winchester.

“You’d look like shit too if you went through everything I just did.” You shot back as you walked over to the table where he and his brother, Sam, were sitting. “It started off as a simple salt and burn.”

“Sounds easy enough.” Sam chimed in. “What happened?”

“If you would shut up and listen for more than two seconds, I was about to tell you. Now, then, where was I?” You paused for a moment.

“A ‘simple’ salt and burn.” Dean used finger quotes when he said the word ‘simple’.

“Is it a family trait?” When the boys looked confused, you continued. “Your inability to listen.” You sighed and regained enough composure to return to your story. “So I dig up the guy’s grave only to find out, he’s not actually in there. He’s in his wife’s grave….. one plot over….. exactly where I piled the dirt from his grave. So I have to refill the hole I just dug and do it all over again.” You stopped and downed the drink sitting in front of Dean.

“Hey.” He started to interject, but you held up your hand to silence him which, surprisingly enough, worked.

“So I get to the damn coffin. Just my luck, it’s chained shut. I get my crowbar from my car and break the stupid lock; finally get it open. Then, the salt container won’t open. I end up ripping the thing open; salt goes everywhere. One bit of good news, I still had enough to pour over the bones. I douse everything in gas and go to strike the matches, but of course they’re wet so they won’t light.”

“Why were they wet?” Dean looked completely engrossed in your story.

“Because they came out of my boobs.” Dean nodded knowingly. Sam, however, looked dumbfounded; opening and closing his mouth several times. You crossed your arms and waited for him to figure out how words work again. ‘This is gonna be good.’ When he finally spoke, he didn’t disappoint.

“What do your boobs have to do with the matches being wet?” He looked uncomfortable at his own question.

“Because swamp boob is a thing.” You paused, giving him a chance to rearrange his face, but he still needed more explanation. “All the extra digging made me sweaty.”

“I see. That makes sense now.” He quickly shifted the conversation away from your chest. “So what did you do without the matches?”

“I remembered that there was a mausoleum on the other side of the graveyard with lanterns, so I ran to get one. By this time, the ghost shows up to stop me. I manage to slip past him, grab the lantern and get back to the grave. I throw it into the hole and it crashes igniting the gas.”

“At least you got it done and you’re safe now.” Sam tried to encourage you.

“Oh yeah. I’m so glad to be alive right now.” You rolled your eyes at him and took his drink. He started to protest, but his cell phone ringing interrupted him. After several minutes of talking, he turned to you.

“You up for some vampire hunting?”

“Always.”

You pulled up to an abandoned-looking barn and hopped out of the boys’ Impala. You barged into the building, combat knife in hand, but the vamps were ready for you. Before you knew what was happening, you had three of them on you. Sam and Dean weren’t fairing much better, fighting two vamps each. You started kicking and slashing your knife almost wildly, managing to carve into one of your opponents and behead another. It became harder to breathe and you found your mouth open trying to suck in more oxygen as you continued fighting. The vamp you sliced open, slapped your mouth with a wet hand before calling for the others to retreat. They were gone in the blink of an eye.

You swallowed hard, the taste of metal in your mouth. You wiped your face clean, feeling for a wound and not finding one.The world started to spin around you and the rhythmic sound of heartbeats thumped loudly in your ears.

“Are you ok?” Sam put his hand on your shoulder and you quickly shrugged it off regretting the sudden movement as it made you feel nauseous.

“Son of a bitch got his blood in my mouth. You have to kill me before I turn into one of them.” You refused to look at either of the men now both standing within feet of you. How could you let this happen? You got sloppy and now you had to pay for it.

“There’s still a way to save you.” Dean’s voice pulled you back to the moment and you looked up at him, confused. “There’s a cure; a potion. We’ll have to work quickly though. We need the blood of your sire and it won’t work if you drink any blood.”

“I’ve never heard of a cure for vampirism. How do you know this will work?”

“We’ve done it before,” Sam looked to his brother. “for Dean.”

The three of you worked out a plan. You would find the vamps and retrieve the blood while the boys gathered the remaining ingredients. They argued with you about going alone, but you convinced them that you had a reason to go there and if things did go south, you were stronger now. You grabbed a syringe from the impala and took off after the vamps. It was easier to track them in your current state and it wasn’t long before you stood at the door to a mansion which opened revealing a woman standing in the entryway.

“We’ve been expecting you. Kern told us you would be coming.” She stepped to the side and made an inviting motion. You entered the building and waited as the woman closed the door. She walked past you and into a large entertaining room. As you followed her, you thought about the name she mentioned. Kern must be the vampire who sired you. You would have to repay him for the slap in the face back at the barn. You looked around the room. There had to be thirty or more vampires in this room, but none of them were Kern. It looked like you had walked into a party with the lights dimmed and rave music playing. The thump of the bass was quickly giving you a headache. When you looked back, the woman you had been following had been replaced with a greasy-haired man.

“Thirsty?” He asked as he offered you a glass of what you were sure was blood. “Not as good as the fresh stuff, but it’ll do in a pinch.”

You struggled to think of a believable reason to decline the drink. The smell of it had your newly acquired fangs poking out from your gums. Your logical brain screamed at you as your right hand reached out and took the glass from him. Swirling the liquid like a fine wine flooded your senses with the rich smell. You had smelled blood before; hot and metallic, but this time was different. It was like dark chocolate and honey. Your body craved this liquefied life and you found your hand bringing the glass to your mouth.

Before it could touch your lips, a loud crash and bang brought you back to your senses. The room filled with a thick smoke that rendered your sight useless. You dropped the glass with a pang in your chest, but it didn’t last long. You focused on what you could hear. Did the Winchesters come after you? There was panic all around you; shouts of people trying to find each other and thuds as, presumably, bodies hit the floor. You coughed as you breathed in the smoke and stumbled with a sudden dizziness. The last thing you remembered before you blacked out, was your hands being tied together.

You opened your eyes and tried to blink away the blurriness. You could just make out a voice. It sounded oddly familiar, but you couldn’t place it; gruff and……. English? Then it clicked. You knew who that voice belonged to. You blinked again and shook your head. Finally your vision returned and you saw him. The man you didn’t think you would ever see again. Crowley; newly crowned King of Hell.

As if on cue, he turned and looked at you. Seeing you awake, he walked over and stood in front of you. It was at this point, you realized you had been chained up with your wrists bound together above your head. You struggled against your bindings to no avail.

“Love, it’s so good to see you.” He smiled. “It’s been a while, but I didn’t expect this kind of change. Fangs don’t really suit you.”

“You’ve changed too. Last time I saw you, you were still King of the Crossroads.” You looked at the room around you. “Where am I? Why am I chained up? Is this a kinky thing?” You blushed at the last question. You had always had a crush on Crowley even though you knew you couldn’t act on it. He was a demon for crying out loud. As a hunter, it was your job to eliminate his kind.

“My dear, I have work to do and I’m afraid you won’t like it. I need answers and you’ve become someone who can give them to me.” He held up a knife and examined it.

“What do you mean?” It took you a moment to realize that he meant torturing vampires for information. “Wait. Please, don’t. I can’t be of any help. I haven’t been a vamp long enough to know anything.” He gave you a quizzical look. “I was just turned today; I haven’t even drunk blood. You know I can’t lie to you.”

It was true. You could lie your way out of almost any situation, but for some reason, you had never been able to make yourself lie to Crowley and he knew it. He had taken advantage of this very fact once before to find out what the Winchesters were up to.

“I believe you, Love, but what can I do?” He lowered his knife and turned away from you.

“There’s a cure. Sam and Dean; they told me. I need the blood of Kern, the vamp who sired me, but I didn’t see him at the mansion. I don’t know how to find him.”

“I have heard of rumors of a cure, but……” He walked out of the room and returned several minutes later with a book in hand. “Yes, I found it.” He scanned the page. “This is actually quite easy. The hard part will be getting the sire’s blood.” He closed the book and dropped it onto the table next to you. With a wave of his hand, your arms were free and they fell to your sides.

You took an unsteady step forward and tripped. You didn’t hit the floor, however, because Crowley caught you. You looked up into his eyes and down to his lips. You found yourself wanting to fulfill an impossible fantasy; to kiss him. An involuntary smile crept across your face as his arms wrapped around you.

“You don’t know how long I have wanted to touch your lips and hold you tight,” He said after a moment. “But that will have to wait.” He helped you back to your feet and took your hand.

After an hour of searching the imprisoned vampires and not finding Kern, you and Crowley headed back to the torture room. You slumped to the floor and held your head in your hands.

“I’ll be stuck like this forever. I’m so thirsty; I won’t last much longer. You might as well kill me.”

“You think after I’ve told you how I feel that I would give up on you?” You looked up at him; determination on his face. Just then, you noticed the body on the table behind him.

“That’s him. That’s Kern.” You stood up and all but lept to the table. “No, he’s already dead.” With this realization, you let your head drop.

“That doesn’t matter.” Crowley lifted your face to look at him again. “He doesn’t have to be alive. We just need the blood.” He kissed you quickly on the lips before running around and gathering ingredients.

You barely noticed what he was doing. You touched the tip of your fingers to your mouth. He had kissed you. Your heart fluttered in your chest. Time seemed to stop as you had another fantasy of you and him together. It no longer mattered to you that he was a demon; that he was the King of Hell. You just wanted him to be yours.

Crowley broke your daydream when he handed you a glass jar. “Drink up. It won’t be pleasant, but you’ll feel better soon.”

“Just in case you're wrong, I want to tell you something. I love you.” You tipped the jar to your mouth and drank.

“I’m not wrong, but I’ll tell you something as well. I love you too”

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