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Oh Dean Winchester with "Who gave you the black eye?" prompt please

The One That Almost Got Away

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Written: August 4th, 2021

Posted: August 4th, 2021

Warning: None

Word Count: 1,500

Summary: What happens when Dean’s pent up feelings boil over?

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Walking through the bunker halls, you found yourself bored. The sound of bickering coming from the library, capturing your attention. Deciding you would go and investigate, you found yourself standing flat against one of the walls in silence eavesdropping on the conversation.

“You have to tell her!”

You identified the voice as Sam’s.

“Would you keep your voice down!” Dean responded mirroring his energy.

Scrunching your eyebrows together, your heart fell into your stomach. Leaning your head against the wall, your throat became extremely dry, as the pounding of your heart made it to your ears.

“Y/N?”

Gasping, you jumped at the person before you.

“Shh!” You whisper yelled, grabbing Jack’s wrist, yanking him behind you.

Jack let out a soft giggle. “What were you doing?”

“Don’t speak of it.” You sternly stated over your shoulder.

Shrugging, Jack continued to allow you to pull him behind you. Deciding it would be best to speak in your room, that’s where you led him. Once the door was closed, you let out a sigh of relief.

“What were you doing?” You finally questioned, once your mind came to, raising an eyebrow in the process.

Before you could stop yourself, you spoke in unison with Jack. “Looking for Nouget’s.”

Rolling your eyes, your eyes the corners of your lips turned up as a gentle laugh tumbled from your lips. “I should’ve known.”

Letting out another sigh, you made your way to your bed and sat beside Jack. A comfortable silence fell upon you, just as the door to your room opened, revealing a confused looking Dean.

Turning his gaze from you to Jack before returning to you, he opened and closed his mouth several times, before a sigh of disappointment passed his lips. Shaking his head, he dropped his attention to his shoes before turning on his heel to leave.

Your heart started beating rapidly, as your stomach churned. “Wait!” You yelled, hand jolting out and clasping around Dean’s wrist in hope of preventing him from retreating any further.

Dean turned back around to face you, his features etched with a sadness you hadn’t seen before. “I, uh, I should go.” His hoarse voice breaking the silence that had enveloped the three of you.

“Dean…” Your voice trailed off. “It’s…It’s not what it looks like.”

“And what do you think it looks like?” He questioned tilting his head slightly as if he were a cat.

“It..” The words became trapped in your throat as your mind continued racing.

Shaking his head, he took in a sharp breath. “It’s none of my business, anyway.”

Gently tugging his wrist free, your hands fell to your sides all the while your heart shattered.

As Dean walked away, you couldn’t help but stare at his built flannel clad back, seeing the slight muscles move with each step he took.

“Did…Did I-“

Cutting him off, you turned on your heel and shook your head. “Everything’s fine.”

—

Sighing, you stood in the motel bathroom, glaring at your throbbing eye. Dean had gone out of his way to avoid you and Sam had scurried around the bunker to get some provisions for the next hunt, you picked up one of the top folders and took off in Baby. Thus leading to you standing in a motel bathroom with a black eye. Before you left, you made use it was something you could handle alone, since you hadn’t told neither Sam or Dean that you were going on a solo hunt. The only indication they had that you left was a note on Sam’s laptop.

Sighing, you dreaded going back to the bunker. Dean would let you have it. He wasn’t particularly found of you at the moment, causing your heart to throb.

“What did you do…” You groaned pushing off the counter and back into the bedroom.

With each item packed your palms grew a thin layer of sweat while your heart pounded out of your chest. Swallowing a lump in your throat, you groaned.

Getting into Baby, you weren’t sure what to expect once you go back home.

When you arrived at the bunker, darkness had kissed the land of the living, while stares began projecting in the sky. Sighing, you taped on the steering wheel before taking in a breath and getting out.

Opening the door from the garage, you skeptically passed through the threshold. Gazing around, you hadn’t seen anyone although you knew that they knew you were there, as you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Hesitantly, you sped walked through the bunker in hopes of making it to your room undetected.

Making it a few feet, you collided with a wall of muscle. Their hands jolted out to your shoulders in attempt to steady you. Once they knew you were balanced, their arms returned to their previous crossed along their chest position.

“Where have you been?” Dean’s husky voice sang through your ears.

Swallowing thickly, you raised your eyes to meet a stormy emerald pair. “None of your business.” You shrugged, maneuvering around him.

Dean scoffed at your statement. “Really? That’s what you’re going with?” He turned on his heel.

“Mhm.” You hummed as you continued speed walking towards your room, not once successfully loosing an steam filled Winchester.

Making it to your room, you slide inside shutting the door. It wasn’t long before a familiar boot and hand wiggled their way between the door and its frame, preventing you from shutting him out.

Groaning, you backed away slightly from the door allowing him entry. Scoffing you rolled your eyes, as you crossed your arms upon your chest.

“Don’t-“ Dean’s voice came to an abrupt end as he studied your face. As it dawned on you what he was doing, a chill raced up your spin causing you to shiver.

Taking large steps to close the short distance between you, his features quickly replaced anger with worry. Scrunching his eyebrows together, he placed his calloused hands along your jaw, gently angling your head up towards him allowing a better look. Dean’s emerald eyes never leaving your face.

“Who gave you the back eye?” He questioned, his voice sounding strained.

Placing your hands on his wrists, you squeezed your eyes shut as you sighed. “It’s…It’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing.” Dean replied as this thumbs gently trace along your skin.

“I…I..” You sighed. “I let my emotions get the best of me and let my guard down. Before I knew it, I was on the ground throbbing around my eye.”

Maneuvering your head, Dean rested his forehead against yours, causing your breaths to mingle. Neither of you broke the silence, rather, enjoying one another’s company. Eyes falling shut, listening to the gentle song of your hearts.

“I shouldn’t have let you go.”

Frowning, you opened your eyes pulling away slightly. “What-“

“Jack told me.” He sighed, frowning. “I…I shouldn’t have assumed something was going on…”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.” Dean gave you a toothy grin as a chuckle fell from him.

“Why are you so bothered by my black eye?” You questioned gazing at him with hope.

With all the years you had known Dean, neither of you had crossed that line from friends into something more. Knowing him extremely well, you never wanted to be the one to bring it up in fear of scaring him off.

“I…I guess I care about you…” His voice trailed off as his eyebrows scrunched together.

“I care about you too.” You shrugged.

“….More than I should.”

Gasping, you were taken back by his confession.

“Maybe I like you…As more than a friend.”

“I…Dean, are you listening to what you’re saying?” You questioned as you felt fluttering in your stomach. Gently, you began tapping your fingers against the skin of his wrist.

Chuckling, the skin by his eyes crinkled causing you to become over joyed.

“I like you - A lot.” He spoke. Using his hands upon your to his advantage, he gently tugged you firm against his body. His nose brushed against yours while one of his hands cradled the back of your head, lacing itself in your hair.

“Can I kiss you?” Dean whispered against your lips.

Giving him a slight nod, you let your half lidded eyes fully close waiting for the tension that had been building for years, to finally snap.

“I need to hear you say it, Sweetheart.” He responded, lips barely touching yours.

“Kiss me-“

Dean’s lips onto yours. They were slightly chapped, but still soft, like you had always imagined. The fluttering feeling in your stomach continued, while you gave yourself over to him.

Sliding your hands to his shoulders, they continued to travel until they reached his hair. Giving him a gentle tug, a groan passed his lips. Before you knew it, he did the same to you, earning a gasp and a moan.

Grinning against your lips, he pulled away panting.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that.” He murmured.

“I think I do.”

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Supernatural Preferences/Imagines-They find out that you don’t complain about your struggles because you don’t think they compare to their problems

Includes-Castiel, Sam, Dean, Gabriel and Charlie

Castiel:

You were preparing yourself for Castiel as you just got off the phone with him, and he said he’s come in a few minutes. By preparing, you meant you were trying to hold it together. Everything was going wrong. Everything was weighing down on you. You didn't want your problems to add to Castiel's troubles. You had just finished cooking, and you were waiting for your timer to ring. However, Castiel gets there earlier than you thought as he appears in front of you. You pull him to a hug and hold him a little too tight by accident.

“You’re really happy to see me?” He asks.

“I am. Always.”

“How are you?”

“I’m good.” You looked away from him for a second before asking, “How are you?” He makes an expression you can't read, so you ask him, “Castiel, are you okay?”

“I’m trying to figure out if you were lying when you answered me just now. It’s proving difficult.”

“Lying?”

“Dean said he’s really good at telling the difference. He’s given me a few tips as a new skill. One sign he said to look for is any wandering eyes, but you did so quickly I can't tell.”

“It’s great that your learning more human skills I guess...I was not lying, so-”

“Pausing is another sign of lying. It gives the other person more time to think of more lies and avert the situation.”

“Cas-”

“This is very difficult. I’m just going to read you.”

“Castiel, we’ve talked about that!” You’ve spoken too late as his powers are too quick. Also, with all of the stress and inconveniences from the past times, they all lay at the surface of your brain ready for the taking. Sadly, he states, “You went through a lot while I was gone.”

“Okay.” The timer goes off. You turn it off and walk over to the oven to take out the meal you just made. He takes your hand.

“Why didn’t you discuss this with me?”

“How can I? No, you know what, how dare I? Who am I to complain? Castiel, you're literally an angel that helps protect the world from supernatural creatures. You’ve saved the world a few times. How can I-I-I...”

“Are you finished?”

“I guess I am.” You huff and sit down. You turn your face from him and await for him to say something. He sits next to you, and he is sure to get all up in your face. He gives you a small smile and lays his hand in yours and says, “Listen, there are many things that aren't fair or make sense in the world. One thing I’ve learned on Earth is hurt and pain are a plain field everyone can relate to. Everyone is in pain before it gets better. While, yes, my issues are out of the ordinary, they are issues, nonetheless, same as yours, so I want you to talk to me. It pains me to hear you in pain. If I can be there, maybe advice isn’t the best idea-” You both get out a small chuckle. “But, I can listen or just hold you. I don’t want you to suffer in solace. You pray to me, and I’ll come.”

Dean:

You were at your apartment having a hard time controlling your emotions since yet another thing had to go wrong in your life. A few stray tears fall involuntarily, and you just watch it happen since you feel helpless. As you almost decide to let it all out, you hear a knock at your door. You practiced a fake smile in the mirror for whoever it was going to be. You wiped the tears You walked over to the door, and you looked into the peephole to see Dean, smiling, at your door. You sucked in a few quick breaths to calm down and tried to focus on being happy to see him. You open the door, and he immediately brings you into his arms. You hold onto him enjoying the moment of just holding and smelling him. He pulled back a bit, and he peppered your face with kisses. He gives you an uneasy smile; then, he licks at his lips.

“You alright?” You ask and give him a soft kiss.

“Fine. Just-” He kisses your cheek again. “You taste salty.”

“That’s such a weird first think to say when I haven’t seen you in how long?” You grip his hand to lead him to the kitchen because you just wanted him close and taken care of. He allows you to drag him. You pull out a beer, open it, and hand it to him. He blurts out, “Something going on?” You don’t dare even think about talking about everything. You didn’t want to add to Dean’s worry. He has enough to stress and worry about for a lifetime. He takes a swig of his beer as he awaits your response. He leans back on your kitchen counter with a stern that is telling you that he won’t speak until you do. You wrap your arms around his neck, and he pulls you in by the waist to be pressed against him.

“There’s nothing going on right now. Now, why don’t you talk to me?” He gives a smile and replies, “I’ll tell you everything that happened out on the road.” He drops his smile and continues to say, “If you stop lying your ass off.” You scoff at him.

“Can't we just have a nice moment? Believe it or not they exist.” He removed himself from you and went back to his beer. He drinks some of it before getting another one out, opening, and putting it on the table. He takes his beer in his hand and sits down at your table. He gestures for you to sit. You let out a small sigh and sit in the chair next to him. You drink your beer to the end of it as he stares at you down. Finally, you break, “Ugh! Fine!...Dean, I have issues and problems-but we don’t have to talk about it.”

“We don’t have to, but I have a feeling you want to. Come to think of it, I can't remember the last time you complained about anything...How could I not have noticed that?”

“I’m a positive person.” you expected the statement to come out firmly, but it just sounded like sacastim from the lack of strength inside of you.

“How much have you been keeping from me?!”

“Lots…”

“So what?! Your big plan is to let yourself die from the inside out?! Is that any better than just telling me?!” You slammed your hands onto the table and told him, “Stop yelling!”

“You’re yelling!”

“Now, I am!” You roughly put your hand to your head and grasp at your hair roughly almost like you want to pull it out. Dean scoots a little closer. He takes your hand from your head and holds onto it. His tone drops to be more soft, and he says, “Look…” He moves the hair out of your face with his other hand as you just ruffled it to hell. “Let’s just calm down first. Let’s breathe.” He breathed exaggeratingly.

“Dean...I don’t need to-”

“Let’s breathe. Come on. You’ve done this with me enough times. Your turn.” You breathe along with him. Finally, he says, “Okay. Go. Tell me what this keeping it in crap is about?” You put a hand to hold his face. The ends of your finger moving back and forth on his ear lobe, and you say, “Dean, you’ve gone through so much and still are going through so much.

“Hey, you're always there for me. You're there when I need to bitch about Sam, a hunt, or some random dick on the street. You do so much, and I’m here-”

”Dean, I know you're here for me, but you shouldn't have to be.”

“Uh, Uh, Uh. We’re not playing the selfless card. No. You-”

“Dean-”

“We’re a package deal. We’re on the same level. If you’re there for me, I get to be there for you. If you cry in front of me, I get to do it too...I know how much you care about me and what you’d do for me. Hell, When I’m piss drunk, you’ve come to get me just about every time. I fall on my ass at a bar and look like an idiot, you’ve come to get me.“ You let out a small laugh as you recall. “I remember one of those times that you even pretended to fall on your ass to make me feel better.” You sit up a bit and ask, “You remember that?”

“You thought I was too hammered. I decided to just keep it as a keepsake. Keep it in my pocket for when I needed it. Here we are.” Dean pulls you into a hug, and your arms go around his neck and your fingers find the hairs on the back of his neck.. “It’s an us. We’re not just an us when you're around me, and you aren’t a single when you're alone. We’re together even if we’re miles away from each other. I can't have my sweet Y/N in pain. It hurts more to think you're holding back. Don’t.” With the declaration, you do just that. You let out all your emotions crash down and tell him.

Sam:

While you were going through a lot, you were trying to ignore it by watching tv; however, it wasn’t doing much good at all as you felt the pit in your stomach getting worse. You were so focused that you scream when your phone rings. You pick it up as you see it’s Sam.

“Hey, Y/N.”

“Hey, Sam.”

“What are you doing right now?” You pull the phone away from you and take a deep breath and pull the phone back to you.

“Just watching tv.”

“Can I watch the Kardashians with you even though I can’t believe you watch that?” You look to the tv you neglected and see the Kardashians was in fact on tv. Your mouth goes wide.

“How did you-” You hear a knock at the door. You rush over to open the door and see Sam. You engulf each other in a hug filled with warmth. “Sam, that was kinda creepy for a second.” You joke, and he chuckles and says, “I was trying to surprise you.”

“Mission accomplished. I am surprised.” You say as lighthearted as you can with your foul mood clinging onto you.

“Was it a good surprise?”

“Yes. Now, let me do something about what’s on tv because I was not watching.” You change to another random channel. You look back to see Sam is already sitting on the couch and waiting for you. You settle beside him, and you convince him to lay down with you. The tv plays; however, neither of you listen as he begins to recount his trip, which consist of what they hunted, where they found it, how they killed it etc. Despite his tales, your mind can’t seem to shake your stresses, and you end up not hearing a word. You're so tired of it all. He nudges you softly, and you give a small smile as if you were listening.

“What is it?”

“Nothing.” You hold his hand in one hand while the other draws circles into his forearm. “What do you mean?”

“I could have sworn you drifted off.”

“Me? No. No, of course not.”

“Alright pop quiz.“ You let out a dry laugh and say, “Seriously, Sam?”

“Seriously.”

“What more is there to be said? You found the monster and killed it. That’s all that matters, right?” He sits up a little from the comfortable position.

“Is something wrong with you?” His eyes search your expression for any hint of an answer. You get up, letting him go.

“No. I’m fine, Sam. Do you want a beer or something-” Suddenly, his big strong arms pull you in from behind by your waist. You land on his lap. You refuse to turn to him as you know his beautiful eyes will give you puppy dog eyes. His head finds its way into the crook of your neck, Softly, he says, “Why won’t you tell me?”

“There’s nothing to say. You're just being your worried self.” You say with a forced smile as you reach behind for your hand to reach his cheek. He took hold of your hand. While your hand still lays a little on his face, he softly kisses your forearm, wrist, and palm. You sigh softly enjoying the comfort. “You never complain and are always pretty positive...It would be okay if that weren't the case. You can't be happy all the time.”

“But-” You break down in his arms. You begin to cry. He turns you toward him, so your legs lay out on top of him. He kisses under your eyes softly and tastes you tears. He holds your face in one of his large hands and urges you, “Just talk to me.”

“That would be so wrong though…” He tilts his head in confusion with a furrow of brow.

“Wrong? You talking to me, your boyfriend, about what’s bothering you, that’s wrong?” He scratches his head with an exaggerated confused face, which makes you chuckle. “That doesn't sound, right, now does it?”

“Sam, you just- you have so much going on-” He doesn't let you continue as he lays a kiss on your lips.

“If that's what this is about, you’ve been doing it all wrong. Yes, I have a difficult time with all the supernatural crap, but a problem is a problem and an issue is an issue. Just because yours may not depend on the universe it doesn't mean you mean any less. Your emotions matter, especially to me. I want you to talk to me from now on without a worry about what I do. I don’t want you to take on everything alone because no one should have to go through that, and you shouldn't want that...Now, will you talk to me?”

“Yeah. Yeah. I love you, Sam.”

“I love you too, Y/N.”

Gabriel:

While struggling with all kinds of issues, it was convenient that Gabriel has been coming around more frequently as it made you feel better and distracted you from everything else. The morning after having sex, you were laying comfortably in each others arms. When you woke up, Gabriel was already out of bed. He had showered, so he smelled amazing and had his hair wet and slicked back. As you woke, Gabriel had all kinds of foods set out for you. As usual, he was spoiling you. He sat on the other side of the room with a happy composure, and he happily said, “Good morning.” You purse your lips at him and motion him over, which leads Gabriel to lean forward to kiss you. You groggily but happily say, “It’s nice that your voice is the first thing I’ve heard today.” He kisses you again and smiles against your lips. You brush your hands through his hair and he comments, “You know if you want to hear my voice, you can call me whenever you want. Even if you don’t have a reason to.”

“I think you're a bit busy for all that.” As you made the statement, your issues came back and started flooding your head, and you removed your hands from his hair. You rise from the bed in your naked state. Gaberiel holds up one of his shirts from you. You reach out for the shirt, and he pulls it back a smidge away from reach, so he can lay a butterfly kiss across your shoulders. You giggle in response. He helps you pull his shirt across your body. You take a bite of a chocolate strawberry and say, “I feel like you’ve been spoiling more than usual. Is something up?”

“No. No. I’m just a good boyfriend.”

“You are a good boyfriend...Am I-Are you happy?”

“What?”

“I just mean that I feel like I can’t spoil you with things like this.”

“You can’t, but-” He grabs onto your hands and kisses the front of them. “You do spoil me with love and understanding. In fact, you are the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“Are you serious?”

“Your're damn right, sweetheart.” You're overwhelmed from the sweetness that you begin to cry. “Oh, I don’t think I’ve ever made someone cry after saying something nice.”

“It’s just wow-you-” You are in the middle of explaining when his hold from you disappears and so does he. You're left alone. You try to wipe at your tears and look around the room. Frantically, you pace around the room. Immediately, you call his cell, but there’s no response on the line. You sat down on the bed in dismay. You bit at your knuckles as your hands clasped together. After half an hour, the flutter of his wings reach your ears. Then, you look up to see he’s back. You rush forward and almost knock him over in a hug.

“I’m alright.” You pull away and your expression changes to frustration.

“Oh, I can't take it anymore, Gabriel!”

“Sweetheart, I’m okay. The Winchesters just need some information.”

“Not that…” You scratch at his scruff and kiss his nose. “Look, you have troubles I get that. Demons, brothers, father...”

“What are you getting at?”

“I just...I have problems too.”

“Is that all?”

“Yes?”

“I know you have issues.”

“What?”

“I keep an eye on you of course. Whoever you talk to, when you talk to yourself, or go over it in your head, you don’t think I listen to you? I hear you sometimes. I try not to listen, but I just want to be there for you...I don’t why you haven’t realized this yet but you can tell me anything.”

“I just thought you had so much on your plate-“

“That I wouldn't have time for you or something?”

“It’s not like that.”

“You didn't think your problems were important enough to compare.” You nodded softly. He sighs before saying, “Come here…” He holds his arms open wide and continues to say, “First, I hope you stop crying soon because I hate to see it. If you continue to cry, you really want to be the first to make an archangel cry?” You let out a hearty laugh. He pulls his head back a bit to get a look at your face and smiles widely. “There we go. A smile from you is always better.”

“I’m sorry...for not saying anything sooner. It is kinda stupi-”

“I wouldn’t use the word stupid. I just hope this means you can tell me how you're feeling and dealing with things instead of keeping it from me. The second thing I wanted to say is that I kinda already knew you’d been struggling and not telling me about your issues. Being the best boyfriend and all, I make it my business to understand you and know what you need-”

“That's what all these recent trips have been like.” He nods. “I’ll start talking to you first...Gabriel, I love you so much, so I’ll try to do better for both our sakes.”

“I love you, too. We could start right now.”

“After a little more hugging, then I’ll talk.”

“Anything for you, buttercup.”

Charlie:

It was late when you got back to your apartment. You feel heavy as you walk inside. Despite you considering it your sanctuary, with everything piling on you, the weighted feeling couldn't be helped even a little bit. You huffed out and whine for no reason and every reason as you hung your things up. Abruptly, you stopped all movement when you saw Charlie’s stuff on the hooks. You cursed under your breath hoping she didn’t hear your frustrations. You walked over to the living room to see her asleep on the couch. You pout at the idea of her having waited long to surprise you. Nonetheless, you were quick to pick up her light and sleeping form and tuck her into your bed. You give her a small kiss on the cheek before heading into the kitchen. Your heart begins to pound against your chest, so you hold a hand to your chest and try to calm it yourself. Wanting to distract yourself, you decide some water would help, which leads to a broken cup falling out of your shaky hands. Your eyes dart to the door and are hopeful that Charlie hasn’t woken up. While picking up the large pieces of glass, all your issues rush through you and make your body ache. You end up staring at the last few pieces of glass. So absorbed, you didn't notice Charlie wake up and walk into the kitchen. You miss the way she crouched down to be at your level, and you flinch when she puts her hand on your shoulder. You turn your head over to her to quickly utter, ”Sorry that I woke you up. Go back to bed. I’ll finish cleaning this.” Before you get the chance to regain focus on the broken glass, her right hand finds your left cheek and wipes tears. She is about to ask; however, you turn your back to her and go on cleaning without another thought. Although getting out all the big pieces, you were starting to get frustrated with the specks of glass. In response to your frustration, Charlie puts her arms around your shoulder from behind and kisses your cheek. You revel in the feeling of her arms around you and cling both of your hands on her forearm. Softly, she added the words, “We can clean that in the morning. Let’s go to bed.” Then, wordlessly, she helped you stand up without changing positions; then, she led you to the bed, and you laid down together. You were side to side while holding hands in the middle of the bed Charlie starts to ramble against you, which consist of some of the things she’s been up to. You listen, taking it all in and refirming why you can’t tell her about everything going on. You tense up without realizing, and Charlie says, “You're really scaring me, Y/N. What’s wrong?” You find in yourself to reply firmly, “Just keep telling me about what went on with you. It's more import-”

“More important?”

“Look, I don’t need to tell you what’s going on with me...You have too much to worry about. I can handle myself.”

“You’ve been keeping things from me?”

“Yeah…” She removed her hand from your hold and turned on her side to hover over you . Then, Charlie expressed, “I know I’m not always the most observant to your feelings-Also, I do have a pretty crazy life sometimes-Regardless, I want to hear about you.” Charlie wrapped her arm around your waist and laid her hand on you back as she rubbed it and continued to say, “In no way shape or form are you more important than me or me more important than you. Look I can be whatever you need me to be, but I can't be anything for you if you won’t tell me what’s going on or what you need.“

“It’s all just so hard sometimes.”

“Good thing, you're not alone then. You got that?” You nodded in response. Then, she laid a loving kiss to your lips that lasted until you were both a little breathless. She laid her head down close to your head and used her free hand to rake it through your hair. She would await to hear your struggles and what you wanted. Also, she’d be sure this didn't happen again.

Hope your day got better

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samwiinchesterr · 5 years

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“I don’t know where I am. Help me, please.”

summary: You were going to meet up with Sam and Dean when you were taken by some man with a knife, nothing supernatural. Just a kidnapper and murderer. So you escaped and you looked for your phone to call the boys.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 776

Warnings: Kidnapping, Slight Violence, and some Dean fluff.

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You pull out your phone and dialed Dean’s number, “Please pick up, please pick up.” Straight to voicemail. “Shit,” You call again. One ring, two rings, three. “Dean pick up your fucking phone!”

“Y/N? You okay?” Dean says picking up after 5 rings.

“Dean, I don’t know where I am. Help me, please.” You sob into the phone.

“Stay on the phone, I’m on my way.” He says calmly, yet you can hear all the rustling from the other side of the line. A few seconds of silence and you hear him speak again,

“Sammy, let’s go! ... Y/N, what happened?” He says as you hear two car doors slam. One for Dean, one for Sam.

“I was taken when I was walking to meet you guys.” You said looking behind you as you keep running.

“I told you we should’ve met her at her hotel! ... Damnit!” You hear Dean yell and hit the steering wheel. You hear mumbling that sounds like Sam’s voice, probably trying to calm Dean down. Then you hear the gas revving on the impala.

“Do you see any street signs?” Dean asks intensely. As you’re out of breath, and still running you hear yelling from behind you. As you stop running and turn around, down the long road you see the man that kidnapped you running towards you in sprints.

“Oh my god, oh my god!” You yell and start running faster than before.

“Y/N, what’s going on?!” Dean yells into his phone. You hear the engine rev again.

“He’s chasing me!” You cry, out of breath and starting to feel tired.

“Y/N, look for a street sign!” Dean shot back at me.

“Um… Um…” You franticly look around for any sign at all, “Maple drive and Pennington street!” You shouted as you turned back to see the man still running towards you, closer than before.

“Sammy look at the map! Maple and Pennington! ” You hear Dean shout, then all that you can hear is your heart pounding in your head. Then, with muffled sound, you hear Dean say “Y/N we know where you are, keep running!”

“I can’t, Dean. I think... I’m gonna f-faint.” You say, still running, but slowing down and huffing your air out of your lungs.

“Yes you can, Y/N, and you need to. I’m almost there, hang on!” He shouted once again.

You slow down even more but keep moving at a fast jog. But you feel your heart beat in your throat and everything is silent, until you hear screeching tires and you turn around and see the impala pull in between you and the criminal. You see Sam jump out of the passenger seat and shoot him and Dean comes running to you.

“Y/N!” Dean bellows, he reaches you at just the point when you fall weak into him. The last thing you hear, before your mind fades to black, is Dean’s voice mutter, “Okay, it’s okay.”

~a few hours later~

You’re feeling groggy and you start to hear some voices.

“We should’ve been with her. She could’ve been killed.” Dean. That was Dean’s voice.

“There’s no way we could’ve know-”

“We should’ve known, Sam!” Dean yells. You slowly open your eyes, and groan.

“Can you two shut up?” As soon as you say that, you hear Sam laugh.

Your eyes fully open and you sit up, Sam is leaning on the wall nearby, and Dean is sitting on the edge of the bed you’re in.

“Be careful, your head got banged up pretty bad.” Dean says, reaching toward you and lightly placing his hand on the side of your head. He then feels a bit embarrassed and pulls his hand back.

“Stop worrying, I’m fine. Thank you for coming to get me.” You said as you laid a hand on Dean’s arm. “Really, you saved my life. Again.”

Dean let out a small laugh as his head hung, looking at the ground. “I’m just glad you’re okay.” He admitted while lifted his head and looking into your eyes.

“I suddenly... have to... um, leave.” Sam says backing to the door and chuckling, giving you a wink before sliding out of the doorway.

“Yeah thanks, Sammy” Dean smiled as he kept his eyes on you, but shoved off his brother with a flick of his wrist. As soon as the door closes, Dean scoots closer.

“I really am so happy you’re okay, Y/N.” He says bringing his hand back up to your cheek, knowing Sam is no longer in the room. You lean into his touch and smile lightly.

“My hero.” You beamed and Dean smiled wide.

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applepieanddie-blog · 5 years

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You were getting bored of reading, leaning into Sam as you watched him work on his homework. You sighed deeply, mindlessly playing with his shirt sleeve. “Sam I don’t wanna rush you, but are you almost done, I wanna go nap somewhere.” You told him, a smile forming on his lips. “Then go lay down.” He suggested but you shook your head. “I don’t wanna be alone, I want you to come lay with me.”

He shook his head. “Alright, let me finish this, then Ill walk you home.”

You nibbles on the inside of your cheek. “But, you’ll come in too right?”

Sam nodded, his eyes still on his papers. “I’ll tuck you in and turn on your tv but I gotta test coming up.” He told you and you giggled, snuggling into his side. “You’re such a dad Sam.” You commented and Sam’s face blushed, but dean was the next to speak.

“Sam? A dad? Yeah right.”

You smiled, deans hand petting your hair. “What are you kids up to?” He asked and Sam answered. “Studying, what are you doing?” He sounded unimpressed, and he was.

Dean noticed this but didn’t back off. “Duh, I’m here to see my adorable little brother and my sweet little baby doll.” He cooed, pinching your cheek, which made you cringe. “Don’t touch my face.” You told him and he chuckled. “I over heard you talking, you need daddy to come lay down with you?” He purred, you’re blush glowing in your face, Sam standing up, rage filling his expression. “Dean!”

The older Winchester raised an eyebrow. “What?” He shrugged and you started to gather your stuff. “I better get going, um, Sam come over later if you can, I got new movies from Walmart.” You told him, dean grabbing your arm, before you were able to leave. “Hey, don’t be a stranger, shoot me a text sometime Alright.” He have you a kiss on the top of the head, Sam growling at him.

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“Dean is skeptical to try your cooking and is pleasantly surprised.”

“This- oh, oh man,” speaking with a mouth full of the burrito you’d cooked. “Damn.”

“Yeah?” You grinned, pointing an accusing finger at him. “Told ya I could cook.”

“It’s like... Mm,” Dean paused, swallowing the food back. “Like sex.”

“Like sex?” You lifted a quizzical brow.

“Yeah, you know, hot, tasty...” Dean wiggled his brows, returning quickly to his food for another monstrous bite.

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mostribelle · 3 years

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Bulletproof

You're Dean Winchesters teenage daughter who is trying to have a fun night out with some friends, but it never seems to go how its supposed to go...

Gif not mine, credit to owner.

Warnings: mention of alcohol

Words: 2604

The brunette swayed to the loud beat of the club as people passed by her. Tonight was her one night off from hunting and she was ecstatic. Her dad and uncle were back at the bunker, just having a relaxing night in with Castiel and her grandpa. Being seventeen and having a dad who does illegal things such as fake IDs was great. She could get into any club she wanted since she had the classic Winchester look. Now, of course, she hadn't told them she was headed here, or else her dad would for sure ground her for life. So she lied and said she was going over to Kallies house- which wasn't entirely a lie since she was there and they did get ready together. She never told them that's where she was staying. So as she ran her hand through her long hair, she felt a hand grip her waist and she turned to look over her shoulder and snickered when it was her friend's older brother.

Kallies older brother, Damon, was twenty-one and their DD for the night. He made sure not to let the girls out of his sight, or else his mom would kill him. Bailey turned around as she swung her hips side to side, "Thought you were supposed to be watching your little sister," she wouldn't lie. He was insanely attractive- but never did anything despite her friend saying it would cool to have her bestie and her brother together. Then again, Kallie was into cliches and all she read were books on Wattpad.

Damon grinned like a Cheshire cat as he lowered his hands so they rested on her hips. "-Well, if you paid any attention in the last fifteen minutes, you would have noticed that she is sitting down with one of her besties in the corner." He smirked at her crestfallen expression. The brunette paused her dancing to glance for her friend and when she spotted the girl snoring in the corner with one of Damons friends, she smacked the man's chest.

"You ass! I-I thought she actually found someone else here.." She tried to frown, but when he gripped her chin so she was forced to look up at him, she smiled shyly.

Damon's black hair shone purple as the lights changed and an older song came through the loudspeakers. He chuckled with a shake of his head. "Sorry baby, just thought to shake you up a little." He grinned when Everybody by the Backstreet Boys came on. The girl's eyes widened as the song came on and she immediately dragged the man out to the center of the dance floor. She started grinding her hips all over and tensed a little when he stepped closer so she ground on him. When he bent down to her ear, he whispered, "S'okay Bails... Just go with the flow of the music and if you feel uncomfortable, tell me alright?" He backed up a little when she nodded in understanding.

The music grew quieter she swore as he grabbed her softly. She would usually never be like this, but she blamed the alcohol that she had consumed. She was so into the music that she hadn't noticed her phone ringing in the dress pocket. Damon felt something buzz and when he looked down, he saw a light emitting from the small slit and he reached down to grab it. Panic rose in her chest and she tried to pull away but he gripped her tightly to his chest as people danced around them.

"Damon! W-what are you doing?" She turned around just in time to see him raise the phone to his ear and answer. He heard Dean on the other hand and inwardly cursed. The man held his finger up to silence her and that's when she noticed it was her phone and it was probably her dad. "Fuck!" She cried out and pulled him away through the crowd and into a dark hallway. With an extra push, she opened the exit door and they stood outside.

She watched Damon's facial expressions twitch every so often as if Dean was going off.

Damon nodded, "Sir she's fine. We are in the basement with a few other of my friends and hers-"

Silence until the man nodded again.

"Yes, do you want to talk to her?" He shot her a curious look to which she waved her hands as no. Her dad would know for sure she was drunk. She could never lie to her daddy. Before Damon could say she was busy, Dean immediately said yes. He shot her a knowing look. "Uh okay, she's right here-"

The phone was passed to her and she inwardly cried. This would not end well.

In a sickly sweet voice, "Hiya, daddy!" She winced at her loud voice. He either ignored it or already knew she was wasted.

"Hey baby girl, you busy at the moment? Damon seemed out of breath." Eyes wide, she slapped the man's arm and he cried out 'what did I do?'

"Ah, no way! You crazy old man-" she hiccuped and bit her lip quick after. "I'm totally fine. He just came down the stairs and you know him, outta shape." She joked lightly.

Dean sighed into the phone. He rubbed his eyes before glancing at his dad and brother. The three men in the room all shared a knowing glance. "Baby girl?" He received a small 'yeah' before responding, "Where are you really. I know you're drunk so tell me where you are." He heard her swear loudly which made him chuckle. He was pissed. But he knew she just wanted to have a little fun and he wouldn't be so harsh on her.

She mumbled her coordinates and heard Dean curse.

"You're at Lights?!" The girl winced at his loud tone but meekly answered him. She heard a voice in the background before he spoke again. "Look, just stay with Damon and Kallie... I'm on my way." He hung up and she felt terrible.

She not only lied to her dad but also went to the club where she had gone missing one time during a vampire case. Damon wrapped his arms around the crying girl, she just sobbed. Her makeup was smeared, her heels were off and she wore his jacket as they stood in the front of the club. It had been fifteen minutes since she heard from her father and now she was scared. Damon told her that Kallie was just with a few friends of hers and their boyfriends so she relaxed.

"I'm sure it'll be okay. He's just worried and it didn't help that you lied," he tried to joke but she was so deep in her thoughts she hadn't noticed.

The girl heard a familiar rumble of Baby and she tensed up. Damon rubbed her arm soothingly as if it would help but she was so terrified of what her father would say. These were the times she wished her mother was still here. To calm down her dad when she did stupid teenage rebellion things. When the car came into view, she gently pushed away from Damon and walked to the edge of the curb. The door slammed shut and out walked her dad, she peeked into the car and saw her uncle in the passenger side with pursed lips. Bailey's bottom lip quivered when he neared her. She went to open her mouth to say how sorry she was but turned around to vomit. Damon backed up and frowned as she cried.

Dean rushed over and wrapped his arms around her but not before wrapping his flannel around her shivering body. The sobs wracked her frail body as she turned into her father's chest. Dean's harsh glare found the eldest Fritellie's eyes and mouthed to leave them. With one last glance, Damon walked back into the building and the door shut behind him. Dean's temper eased as he was left alone with Bailey. The young girl mumbled apologies to her father but he just shushed her and ran his hands through her hair.

Dean could see how the nightmares affected how she behaved. She had been withdrawn from her whole family since she was kidnapped. That was three months ago. Sam and John had just brushed it off as her being a rebellious teenager. Dads know best.

Slowly but surely, she grew tired and rested her cheek to his heart. Dean bent down a little at the knees to pick her up bridal style and carry her to Baby. Sam saw the pair come closer and he got out to open the door. Dean kissed her forehead before letting her down and onto the seat. She turned into the flannel and yawned before letting herself fall back asleep.

Shutting the door quietly, Dean turned to rub his face when Sam opened his mouth. "I think she should see someone, Dean. This- This was okay for the first week but now it's going on three months. Three, Dean." At his brother's words, the elder Winchester scoffed and kicked the dirt.

"Ya don't think I know that Sammy?! Of course, I do. I was there when she was found goddamnit," he sighed and placed his hands on his hips and pondered over the next move. "I'll talk to her in the morning about it. I ain't forcing her though. Maybe Cas can help her." He said the last part more for himself than Sams.

The pair stayed silent all the way back to the bunker.

Dean drove into the garage and parked Baby before getting out and picking up his baby girl. She groaned a little but nuzzled into him again. John was in the den with a cigarette and a bottle of beer when the door opened and he heard heavy footsteps. Dean walked by with Bailey in his arms and Sam turned into the room. The younger Winchester sibling sat down with a sigh and shook his head at his dad.

"She's not well. Dean says he sees it, but he hasn't done much to help her. Maybe I should just-"

John cut him off with a glare. "You will not be doing anything, boy. Bailey is your niece and his daughter. You know how your brother is. He will do something on his own terms. That's how he's always been." He grumbled into the beer. Sam huffed out in annoyance for his dad taking his side.

Inside Bailey's room, were polaroids of her and her friends hanging on the walls. A family picture hung above the teen's bed along with some tickets to concerts she had been to with her dad. Dean had taken off her shoes and threw them onto the ground as he tucked her under the covers. He grabbed her hand and sat on the edge of her bed, watching over her. He wished his mother was here to help him out. He knew his little girl felt lost without a mother figure in her life, but he also felt that if he did find someone, she'd think he was replacing her.

Dean loomed over her before placing a chaste kiss on her head and walking to the door. He closed the door softly, before walking to his own room. He would have gone back to the den and sat with his dad and brother but he was angry at Sam for telling him what he already knew.

Dean took off his clothes, climbed under the blankets, and closed his eyes.

His mind wandered to if he'd been a terrible dad lately, causing her to rebel and sneak off without his permission. Or lie straight to his face at your whereabouts. He never really believed in God until he met him, nor did he really ever pray. But he now silently asked the heavens what to do to help his little girl out.

Sleep caught Dean in its warm embrace and his dreams were plagued with what to do with Bailey.

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Sam stood by the counter with his earbuds in as he mixed his early morning post-run drink. John sat at the kitchen table across from Dean, both had coffee mugs in front of them- one laced with whiskey. The eldest Winchester kept his gaze on the newspaper, looking out for any new hunts or leads for one. The trio heard light footsteps come down from the hallway and towards them. Bailey entered the silent room and walked over to the coffee pot. Reaching up she grabbed her favorite mug- it was a family picture along with Cas. She poured some creamer into the mug before the coffee.

John was the first to speak. "Have fun last night, baby doll? Sure seemed like it when we called you." Dean shot his dad a quick glare but just shook his head.

Bailey looked down into the mug with shame in her soft eyes. "I'm sorry pops. I-I have no idea what went through my head when I disobeyed you guys," she mumbled out and stirred her coffee before speaking quieter, "I'm up for any form of punishment."

At her words, Sam set down his smoothie and ripped out his earbuds. "Sweetheart, you do not deserve to be punished for being a teen." John shot his youngest son a confused glance, for last night he was up to damage. Sam must've noticed because he spoke again, "I felt different last night but I then realized that you're a teen. Hell, when your dad was your age he was ten times worse!" They all share a small laugh except Dean who rolls his eyes. Sam continues with a softer tone, "I- We all know how hard it's been since the incident... You're only seventeen, baby girl. We are worried about you." When he finished, Dean released a sigh and scooted his chair back so Bailey could sit with him. The girl plopped herself down onto her father's lap and sipped her coffee before setting it down.

Dean wrapped one arm around her waist and began to speak, "Even though we were very upset last night, not for the reason you were there, but the fact that you lied straight to my face. I know how it is baby, you're young. You've never done that before, not that I know of," he muttered the last part soliciting a laugh from Bailey.

"Let me cut this shit short- we are all worried as hell about you baby doll. You're our everything. Our main goal in this short life is to make sure you live it to the fullest. You can't do that if you're dead at the bottom of a ditch." John was straight to the point, and it scared Bailey. She had never seen her pops this serious. The brunette reached her hand out to wrap it around his own.

John squeezed it with a tightlipped smile.

"You should see someone baby girl. I know it will suck at first, but if you won't talk to us or your friends about it, it will never go away. Trust me. It haunts you forever. Please baby, for me?" Dean spoke sadly and watched as his little girl nodded before a tear slipped down her cheek.

The girl continuously nodded, which made her dad wrap his hands around her tighter. He kept mumbling "I love you" into her ear, resulting in her sobbing into her father's shirt.

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haileygarciasunshine · 3 years

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Winchesters

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1,049

Warning: SMUT, Filth, Fingering, Oral (M&F Receiving), Threesome, Probs some other stuff I forgot.

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“Let’s stop here for the night.” Dean spoke, nodding his head towards the sketchy motel.

Both you and Sam hummed in agreement.

Once Baby, pulled into the parking lot, everyone bolted from the car. It had been a long day, and an even longer fight.

Both you and the Boys were tired and dirty.

Walking into the room, you saw Sam had already claimed his bed before locking himself in the bathroom.

Letting out a sigh, you were going to be bunking with Dean.

Soon, everyone got their turn at getting clean. As you emerged from the bathroom, you were greeted with the loud snores coming from Sam.

Dean was well underneath the blankets already, his breathing beginning to become labored.

Carefully, you made your way underneath the blankets, as you made yourself comfortable.

A comfortable sigh escaped your lips. Turning on your side, you quickly turned the light off before burrowing yourself in bed.

Closing your eyes, you were on the brink of sleep. It wasn’t until you firm hands wrap around you, that your eyes shot open. One hand, quickly covered your mouth as your heart because racing while ice coursed through your veins.

The other firm hand wrapped around your middle, yanking you back into a firm chest.

“Relax, Sweetheart.” Deans gruff voice whispered in your ear. “Don’t think I missed the way you look at me, did ya?”

As your eyebrows furrowed together, you attempted to plead against his hand, causing your voice to come out in muffled hums.

Dean hummed against your ear, before the hand around your waist snuck underneath your shirt. His large hand, wrapped around your bare breast giving it a light squeeze.

More muffled sounds fell from your lips, as you attempted to squirm away. Dean chuckled darkly in your ear as he nipped at it.

“Shh, baby, you don’t wanna wake up baby brother, now do we?” He taunted quietly in your ear.

Screwing your eyes shut, you inhaled deeply before shaking your head.

“Good girl.”

Taking your nipple between his forefinger and thumb, he began tweaking your areola.

Arching your back, you breathing had become ragged.

“So responsive sweetheart, and I haven’t even touched you yet.”

An involuntary moan fell from your lips, at his dark words.

He chuckled silently, in your ear. Leaning down he leveled himself to throat, allowing him to latch onto you.

Throwing your head back, you were met with his broad shoulder.

Taking your other nipple between his fingers, he pinched and pulled. Once he felt like he was satisfied, his hand began traveling, lower and lower reaching the hem of your panties.

Reaching into your panties, his hand reached between your folds.

His previous actions, had caused an undeniable heat to spike between your legs. Resting his forehead against your shoulder, he let out a quiet moan.

It didn’t take long, before a large finger was plunged inside you. A muffled scream, fell from your lips. Squirming in Deans arms, you tried to get away.

“Don’t act like you don’t like this sweetheart. Hear that? That’s how wet you are for me.” His tongue traced the shell of your ear as he pulled his finger out.

Before you knew it, the slight jingle of Deans belt sounded in the room. With widened eyes, you tried to get free. In seconds, Dean had you on yours stomach with his belt wrapped around your wrists, tied to the bed post, while yanking your panties down before he shoved them into your mouth.

“Let’s just see how wet you are, sweetheart.” His voice dropped a few octaves.

You quickly clamped your legs shut in hopes of discouraging him.

His large, calloused hands, traced the backs of your calves, to your thighs before halting at the apex of your thighs.

Roughly, he grabbed your ass cheeks giving them a squeeze. Lifting them slightly, his thumbs traced your cunt, before inserting one inside you.

You jumped in surprise, letting out a muffled Yelp.

Dean, began crawling up your legs full of desire and hunger. Holding your cheeks apart, he blew against your cunt and ass lightly.

His actions made you clench around nothing, as you felt your arousal began to seep out of you. Groaning as it did.

Placing a kiss to one cheek, then the other he pulled your cheeks apart again. This time he allowed his saliva to drip on the button of your ass. Leaning in, his tongue traced the rim of you asshole, doing so several times.

The foreign feeling of his tongue, on your ass made you attempt to squirm away. Throwing his arm lazily across your hips, he anchored you on place.

Before you could react, your head was yank to its side, while your underwear was pulled from your mouth. A thick cock, shoved its way past your lips and into your throat.

The sound of you gagging, echoed off the walls.

Dean hummed against your asshole, before taking his thumbs and pulling your taut skin allowing his tongue to slip inside.

In unison you both groaned. You groaned around Sam’s cock as his fisted your hair, preventing you from moving. He pulled his cock from your throat, before slamming back into your mouth. With each movement be obstructed your breathing.

“Oh, I’m sorry, am I bothering you?” He taunted from above you.

An animalistic growl left his lips, before he reach for your breast. Taking your peaked nipple between his fingers his pinched and pulled until you screamed around his cock.

“That it. Answer me when I talk to you.” He patted your head.

Their motions, quickly becoming over stimulating. Sam leaned over, allowing drool to fall on your nipple, as he spread it around on them. Meanwhile, Dean had begun alternating between his tongue and his thumb in your asshole.

This time when you clenched around nothing, it wasn’t your arousal dripping from inside you, but your own climax.

Sam was quick to come after you. His own climax seeping down your throat. Once he pulled himself from you, you were panting.

“Sam!” Dean called, from between your legs. Sam was quick to join his brother.

“Would you look at that?” He questioned, yanking your legs open as they were captivated by your cum leaking out of you.

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Dean Winchester Imagine/Preference - tricking him into the comfort of a head massage

GIF Credit to Angst Queen

Dean, Sam, and you have been hurting together for a while. By now, you and Sam have become hardcore best friends; also, whether Dean knows it or not, he’s caught feelings. So, bonus for a flustered Dean. You are wholesomely doing this for them. They both deserve the world.

You and Sam regularly have been brushing each other's hair as you share it and have been stressed. You take turns, so it’s only fair. Sam had already brushed yours out, so it was his turn. However, Dean has never seen this little interaction between you too. It came to him as a surprise as he sees you sitting on the bed with Sam leaning against the bed between your legs. Your hands in his hair brushing in one hand before your hands go into his hair.

“What are you two up two? Is this some weird foreplay?” Sam waves him off and smiles and responds, “Even that comment can’t make me upset or take me from this peace.” Then, he closes his eyes and hums, which makes you smile. Dean gives him a weird look and asks, “What exactly is happening?” You look over to him and explain, “Just brushing his hair. Sam did it for me. It’s relaxing if you didn’t know.” Sam opens his eyes and says, “Want to try Dean? You have not known this bliss until you’ve tried.”

“Nah. My hair is not meant for brushing, not like you, Sammy.” You look up to comment, “Dean, your hair doesn't have to be brushed. I can just run my hands in there.”

“I’m good.”

“You’re scared you’ll like it. The big bad hunter can't handle a little contact?” You challenge. He snaps his head at you. Sam tries to hold back his smirk as he knows your goading him, and he knows Dean’s going to take it. Dean defensively responds, “I am the king of contact. No way am I scared. Me? Course not.” Sam stands up and says, “I’ve had enough. I think I’m gonna head to the vending machine. Give you two a little time. Wouldn't want Dean to feel shy?”

“Bitch.” Sam and you snicker, and Sam leaves the room. You pat the space that Sam was just in. As if talking to a puppy, you coo, “Come on. Dean. Come on.” His face expressed slight offense, and he tells you, “Stop that.” He walks over cautiously and sits down with heavily tense shoulders. You put your hands on his shoulders, and he jumps.

“Dean, you're supposed to relax.”

“I am.”

“Close your eyes.”

“Wha-”

“Are you punking me?”

“No...Just close them.” You put a gentle hand to his eyes. He closes them hesitantly. “Are they closed?”

“Yes…” You put your hands back on his shoulder, and you shush softly.

“What are you-”

“Just let it happen. Don’t question it.” You continue to shush, and you feel his back and shoulders relax. You slowly reach up and from his neck and up to his ears, to the short hair. You graze softly against the hair for a little before you reach the longer hair on top of his head. You put a little more pressure and run your hands through making sure to touch his scalp. As the process went on, Dean became engrossed in it, and let out a small moan. You stopped for a second in surprise, but you figured that he should continue to relax. You paid no mind to the next few syllables of noise and incoherent words. After about three minutes, Dean was getting more and more used to it, so he was becoming more and more aware of how this was making him feel. He decides to open his eyes. However, they were narrowed eyes as he was getting used to the light again. You leaned over to look him in the face, and he gets surprised by your proximity. You're so close that he could kiss you. He swallows and looks at your lips. He watches as you speak and looks at how you smile. Notes how your nose scrunches up too. He doesn't hear a word until you tap his shoulder a bit and ask, “Dean?” He clears his throat and responds, “Yeah?”, in a very nervous tone.

“How is it?”

“How is what?”

“You totally blacked out. It must have felt good.” You take his cheek in between your fingers and pinched slightly as you say, “Look at your progress.” He feels a smile tugging, and he gets up abruptly. He turns to you and rubs the back of his neck.

“It wasn’t-bad. It did-feel good.” He reaches back and trips over seemingly nothing before knocking over a chair. He smiles sheepishly before heading out the door. Exasperated, he learns over the railing of the motel floor. Sam walks over with a coke in his hand and asks, “You okay, dude?” Dean straightens his back and stands tall so much it looks like it hurts. He gives a wide natural smile and says, “Fine.”

“Did you freak out or something? How could that not have felt good?”

“No. It felt good...Way too good.”

“Okay, but why do you look so stressed about it? It was supposed to be relaxing.”

“It was...it’s just Y/N…”

“Y/N? You prefer I massage you or something because I-”

“No! Just-” He sighs. “They were there being all nice and touching me. It was really good to experience-When it was over, they were there looking all beautiful...not knowing how it-Is it hot out here? My heart hurts a little, maybe I should get that checked out.”

“Aww. Dean, you really have feelings for them. Wow, and you call me Sappy Sam? I should call you Drippy Dean.” Sam cackles and takes a swing of his drink.

“I don't know what that means, but I know I should be upset.”

“Drippy is another word for Sappy.” He whines, “You ruined the joke. Y/N would’ve got that one.” Dean rolls his eyes and responds, “Whatever.”

Hope your day got better

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vintagereigns · 4 years

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REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Hello! I’m fairly new to writing on Tumblr, but I am a frequent writer on Wattpad. I want to begin to write on here more often, and even take requests. So, with that, please read below if you want to request something from me. Thank you!

People I will write for (so far):

Roman Reigns

Raphael from the TMNT movies (2014/2016)

Michael Myers (1978/2007/2018)

Jason Voorhees (say which one when requesting)

Dean Winchester

Here are some dialogue prompts!

And here are some Ideas/AU prompts!

And lastly, here are the rules:

Be patient. That’s it. Just please be patient. Thank you:)

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deanimagines1979 · 7 years

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Pairing: DeanxReader, SamxReader, CasxDaughter!Reader Warnings: Canon Violence, Paternity unveiling.

Dean sat there in the Bunker library on Sam’s computer nearly going crazy. He was so pissed. Demons had taken you from him and he was out for revenge.

“Dean. We’ll find Y/N! She’s probably fighting to get back to us as we speak”

He looked up at his little brother with an exhausted and saddned expression. You and Dean had been in a relationship for nearly a year. You’d managed to keep it a secret from Sam and Dean wanted to keep it that way until he could say it. Sam always had a crush on you too so Dean didn’t want to hurt him.

“Sammy. I need to get her back to us now. I've ran the plates of the car and it’s ran a stop light in Texas. Cas called and he’s trying to track her but she's still cloaked. I can’t think straight. I need her back!”

Sam grabbed the computer from Dean and hacked the database for every traffic camera in Texas. Dean couldn’t get into it because he just didn’t have the right mind to even know what to do.

“Okay. Ten minutes ago I got a picture of Y/N. She’s bloody and being held up by some guy”

Sam turned the computer to show the screen to Dean. His blood boiled when he seen the state you were in. You were covered in blood. He had no idea if it was yours or a demon’s but he still wanted to cut those sons of bitches throats.

Dean didn’t even hesitate to call Cas for a celestial lift to you. Sam knew Dean was in love with you. He’d known for years now. Sam knew you loved Dean too. He just didn’t know how to let you go.

“I’m going to rip their lungs out if they’ve hurt her Sammy. They’re fucking dead” Dean told his brother before taking his gun and his car keys and storming out the bunker door.

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“I can sense her Dean. She’s in great pain but I can not heal her. I never have been able to”

“Her dad charmed her I know but is she strong enough to fight?!”

The angel didnt answer. Cas just couldn’t bring himself to say that you weren’t able to fight on any longer. You were his daughter. Nobody knew this, not even you knew but it was true.

They planned their attack carefully and were determined not to fail. They did what they do best. They ran in head on.

Cas, Sam and Dean heard your screams and used that as their fuel. They slashed and carbed into every demon that came their way.

Dean hekd the final one against the wall with an angel blade against their throat.

“I’ll only ask once. Where’s my girl?”

Cas’ eyes widened. It was true? Dean was your soulmate?! He could see it now! How you always ran to Dean in times of trouble. How you had a matching symbol on your heart to his.

Sam wasn’t shocked. He had a hunch but it was still a surprise in a way. The woman he’d wanted for so long was his brother’s.

“Or what Winchester?”

“Heres a deal. How about I rip you to Shreds? Where’s my girlfriend you son of a bitch?!”

When the demon refused Dean didnt hesitate to slit his throat with the blade. He looked to Sam and Cas and nodded toward the blood drenched doors before them. They all ran through numerous doors to find a block of cells. Each one fouler that the other.

Dean heard a blood curdling scream before you fell through the doors before them onto the floor. You looked up and smiled before being dragged back by an invisible entity.

“Y/N!” Dean screamed before running after you. Dean didn't hesitate to stab the demon who held you against the wall in the back. He caught you before you fell forward and kneeled down with you in his arms.

“D-Dean” you studdered from the pain. He lay you down properly and held your face in his hands

“I’m here baby. CAS! SAM!” He screamed as he lifted you up. You whimpered at the pain as Dean held you close.

“We need a hospital!” Dean told them when they rushed through the doors.

“Cas? Can you bring us there?” Sam asked. He was beyond worried about you. Cas nodded and touched both of the brother’s foreheads. All four of you appeared in the parking lot of the closest hospital to the bunker.

“Sam, Cas. Get Baby and some fresh clothes for Y/N. I’ll get her into the ER” Cas grabbed Sam’s Shoulder and disappeared with him.

——————————————————————– Cas P.O.V

I was in shock. Dean Winchester was with my daughter! I never wanted that to happen. I trust Dean with my life but I have always feared that he will be her downfall.

“Okay. Cas help me get Y/N’s things together. She’ll want a few things if she has to stay for a while and judging those injuries she’ll be there awhile”

I nodded and followed Sam to my daughter’s room. Pictures of her and the brothers lay all over the room. A picture of her and I was beside her bed. I couldn’t help but smile.

“Cas? I know’

"Know what Sam?”

“You’re Y/N’s father”

How could he have known?! She looks like her mother. She may be of my blood but sadly she is known as an abomination. I fell in love with a human and my Y/N must pay the price.

Her mother sadly died giving birth to her as most mothers do when birthing a Nephlim but Y/N was rare. She was born a baby and not fully grown. She had to be raised like a normal human child.

She is the most powerful being on Earth but had once been the most vulnerable being on Earth.

“How do you know Sam? I have never told anyo-”

“Yes you have. You told Balthazar. Balthazar told me. I haven’t told Y/N. She deserves to hear it from you”

He’s right. I should be the one to tell her. I noticed something on the chair that sits beside her bed. It is the first bear I ever gave her. She didn’t know me but her angelic grace was drawn to me. She had always trusted me. I made sure to apoear in different vessels so she would not be accustomed to one face and know me. She would be hunted if she knew me.

It was a brown bear that had her name sewn into a large love heart on the chest of the bear. She had it since birth. I smiled, she’s kept it all these years?

Sam and I gather up her favourite things that make it feel like home for her and rushed to the hospital in Dean’s Impala.

We arrived to see Dean outside a hospital room worried and covered in my little girl’s blood.

“How is she?”

“I don’t know. She’s in surgery right now”

I need to tell Dean. I have to.

“Dean. I am Y/N’s Father”

Part 2

#dean x reader #samwinchesterimagines #deanwinchesterimagine #castiel

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seengularity · 7 years

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Babysitting

Pairing: Dean x reader, Dean Smith x reader

Summary: Dean Smith is a busy working man who struggles to find someone to watch his three kids. Lucky for him, you put up flyers around your hometown offering to babysit. What happens when his kids grow older and no longer need a babysitter?

Word Count: 4.7k

Warnings: fluff, angst, family adorableness

A/N: This isn’t written for any challenges or for anybody. I simply found a handsome picture of Dean and I felt like I needed to write him as a father.

You’ve decided to try babysitting for some extra cash and you were about to give up hope and stop sticking up your number around town to babysit. You made over one hundred bright pink flyers, each one with strips of your number on the bottom.

You had been hanging up flyers for the past month now, but who in their right minds would hire a stranger to babysit their kids?

You thought maybe babysitting was a good idea for the extra cash. You were currently attending school at some nearby college and still lived with your parents because let’s be honest, it’s hard to take classes, work and live by yourself.

But living with your parents with no job meant that you were always broke. Want to go eat? Broke. Want to go shopping? Broke. Want to go somewhere nice? Broke.

You were tired of it. You wanted your own money to buy yourself your own things instead of having to ask your parents, and also to maybe help your parents with some overly-priced bills.

It was getting dark and you decided that hanging up seventy flyers was enough for the day and that you will just continue to hang the rest tomorrow. You got home and your dad was home from work, and your mom was cooking.

“Honey, dinner is almost ready!” Your mom shouted to you as you began walking upstairs to your room.

“No thank you, mom. I ate just before I left. I’m just going to head to my room.” You said back to her.

You continued to your room and threw your bag on the floor and flopped yourself onto your bed, another unsuccessful day.

Your bones cracked a few times as you laid yourself flat on your bed and you sighed. You’re not getting any younger and you wished you could flash forward to when you had a stable job and your own home.

You began to drift off into a slumber when your phone began to ring, making you jump quite hard.

You ran to your bag on the floor and quickly unzipped it, taking your phone out and answering the unknown number that was calling.

“Hello?” You grimaced at the sound of your disgusting scratchy voice, caused by your almost sleep a few seconds ago.

“Yes, hello. My name is Dean Smith and I’m calling about this babysitting service that you posted up on this flyer?”

The voice almost made you wet your pants. The man’s voice was so deep and sexy that you already wanted to see what this man looked like and who he was.

“Yes, that’s me! What can I help you with?” You asked with a voice that you tried to make it sound like you were purely business, but you were failing miserably.

“I was wondering if maybe you can come to my house tomorrow so I can ask you some questions about yourself? I want you as a babysitter for my kids but I just want to get to know you before allowing you to watch them. Will that be okay? At around three in the afternoon?”

“Sure thing!” You replied a little too embarrassingly loud.

“Okay then, it’s settled. Do you text? If you do, I’ll just send you my house address.”

“Yes I text.” Was all that you said, and you felt like you should’ve said more.

“Okay then! I’ll just text you. Good-bye!”

You said bye back and you both hung up. You waited impatiently for the man to send you his address. When he did, you quickly put the address into Google maps.

“Holy cow!” You couldn’t believe where this man lived. He lives in the Beverly-Freaking-Hills! What the hell would this man want with a person who needs to put out flyers to find a job rather than finding some professional?

Honestly, you were now intimidated. This man, his wife and his kids probably have it all.

You put your phone on your charger and got back into bed. You closed your eyes to fall back asleep and your dreams were filled with nothing but that voice on the other side of the phone and guesses on what the man looked like.

You hadn’t done anything all day because you were nervous to meet this man.

“This man lives in Beverly Hills, mom!”

“Well maybe he just wants to help someone out. Plus, maybe he will make you his girlfriend in the long run.” Your mom winked your way, making you blush at her words.

“Doubt it. He has kids, so that must mean he has a wife, right?” You asked your mom as you picked at your salad.

“Not necessarily. The mom might not be in their lives.”

You thought your mom was right. If two adults, one man and one woman, needed a babysitter, you would think the woman would call. But you guessed you would find out soon enough.

It was time to leave so you got into your small 1967 red Chevrolet Malibu, and you made your way up town.

Half an hour later, you made your way into a huge community filled with homes that you never seen so big. You were amazed by the way these homes looked. They all had to be at least three stories high.

Your driving came to a slow halt as you found the house with your GPS. You parked your car on the street, right outside the big white home, and walked up to the door.

You nervously rang the doorbell and waited impatiently.

A man no later than his late thirties, in a nice white shirt, opened the door and smiled widely at you. “Hello, come in.”

You walked in and the house smelled like cleaning product, as the house looked completely spick and span. Not a single dirt spot anywhere.

The man lead you to an office room that was on the second story of the house, and gestured you to sit at a table right next to him. He looked up at you and the sun shining in from the window within the room, made you fall in love with his eyes. His eyes were rainforest green and you couldn’t believe how green they were. Yet, here you were with boring Y/E/C eyes that more than half the world has.

“So to start off, can I get a name?” The man asked you. You began to speak and his cologne lingered into your nostrils, making him sexier now that he smells good too.

“My name is Y/N.”

“Okay, Y/N, tell me about yourself.” The man stared at you and your heart began to beat against your ribcage and you felt like the man could hear your heart beats.

“Well I’m twenty-four years old. I’m currently attending a college within my hometown with a major in English. I am the second child out of four within my immediate family. I love children. I’ve volunteered numerous times at elementary schools and at summer camps.”

The man smiled, satisfied with your answer. “Do you have any children of your own? A family of your own?”

You were quite embarrassed at his question. Should you have had a family by now? Did he have a family by the age of twenty-four?

“Uh, no, I don’t.” You responded.

“Any boyfriends or husbands that I should know about?” He asked, looking straight into your eyes.

“No, sir.” You replied simply.

He continued to smile and it began to make your hands sweat.

“Please, call me Dean,” He started. “So it looks like I’m going to hire you. I was thinking maybe I could pay you $50 per hour?”

Your eyebrows raised in amazement. You were only going to ask for $50 per day.

“You’re right, that’s not enough. How’s $75 per hour?”

You began to laugh because Dean clearly took your expression the wrong way. “That’s more than enough. What times would you need me to babysit?”

“Okay now don’t be mad, but I’m going to need you to babysit overnight. From seven in the evening to seven in the morning. I’ll be home by then and I’ll be able to get the kids up and ready for school, so don’t worry about that.”

Jesus Christ! Twelve hours! You thought if you would ever be able to sleep in your own bed again if you took this job.

Your hesitation to say yes to the job made Dean continue to talk. “I have several guest rooms in here, but unfortunately only one of them is fully equipped. It also has a restroom within the room, and that’s where you will be staying. The room is between my room and the kids room.”

Would it really be so bad to take the job? Maybe you can sleep at home on the weekends and on weekdays stay here. So that means, you would have to come to his house straight after school, considering you get out of school at six in the evening. Not to mention, that’s $900 for every time you babysit!

“I’ll take it.” You stated.

Once again, Dean smiled and it looked like his eyes became greener. He bent over to you and took you into his arms in a big hug, which surprised you only a lot.

You hugged back, patting his back and he continuously thanked you for taking the job.

He pulled away and got up. You got up as well and he stopped in the doorway. “Come meet my kids.”

You both walked down the stairs and into the living room where a huge t.v. screen played Spongebob.

“Kiddos, I want you to meet someone!” All the kids ran to their dad as you made a head count of how many children you would be watching. Three kids, not too bad.

“Sam, John and Mary, meet Y/N!” Dean said happily to the kids.

All three kids smiled at you and ran to you in a big hug. You made a slight oomph, as the children squeezed a little too hard.

“They’re so cute and loving. I see they’re huggers too. Get it from their dad?” You laughed.

Dean laughed too. “Sorry about that hug. Ever since their M-O-M left a few years ago, it’s been hard to take care of them and run a company.” He stated.

Your eyes widened as he mentioned his occupation. “You run a company? No offense, but why in the world would you want to hire someone who isn’t all that experienced whereas there’s professionals everywhere that would be more than willing to take your money?”

Dean hesitated to answer and you could tell he was thinking before he decided to answer you. “You’re right. But unfortunately, professionals keep everything strictly professional. I would much rather have a family person who needs the money and loves family just as much as me. Family means everything to me. I was once a struggling kid in college and I know you are as well, otherwise you wouldn’t have taken a job caring for three little maniacs.”

You and Dean both laughed as he called his kids maniacs.

“One more thing, let me show you around the house.”

Dean showed you the whole house and it was practically a work out. The kitchen was as big as your room and you couldn’t wait to cook in it. He had several living rooms, although in your opinion you thought that was useless. He had three bathrooms downstairs as well as three bedrooms. Up the stairs, he showed you the theater room which astounded you, and he showed you his office room as well as the master bedroom, the fully furnished guest room, the laundry room and the kids rooms. On the third story, there was a huge storage room as well as several other rooms that Dean said he was too lazy to show you.

You both walked back down both flights of stairs and he took you to his backyard patio. He showed you the huge pool and jacuzzi as well as the tiki bar and the giant game room that was to the left.

“So I was wondering if maybe you could start tomorrow? You are more than welcomed to eat whatever is in the fridge. I have a maid that comes over so she will be here when you get here. She usually makes dinner for the kids, cleans, does laundry, and then leaves.”

You nodded in understanding.

“Okay it’s settled then. You are welcomed to stay and get to know the kids or me, maybe.”

You looked up at Dean and he was blushing, but he stared into your eyes to make it seem like he was being totally normal.

“I actual have to get home and help my mom with dinner. But I just want to say, thank you so much Dean. For this opportunity. I was really hoping for someone to call me back. I’ve tried for a long time now and you’re the only person who needed a babysitter.”

“No problem, Y/N. I will walk you out.”

He walked you out as you stepped out of his home and he walked you to your car.

“Have a thing for classic cars, I see?” Dean gestured towards your car.

“Yes. They are my weakness.” You smiled at him as he practically drooled over your car.

“I actually have a black ‘67 Chevy Impala in my garage along with several other cars, but my Chevy is my baby. I need to show you them, but that’s due for another day.” He smiled.

You decided to walk up to him and hug him. He smelled so good and you felt his big muscled arms wrap around you and for a second, you thought he ran his fingers through your hair.

You got into your car after you thanked him practically a million times, and you drove back home, happier than ever that you found a place that would pay you good. Plus, the dad is hot and the kids are sweet.

Four years later and you finally saved up enough money and helped your parents pay enough of their bills, that you decided it was finally time to move out.

You got yourself a nice small apartment, not too far from your old home, that was surprisingly cheap. The environment around the apartment was peaceful and quiet and the little porch outside of your sliding door windows received enough sunlight for your daily reading. You finally graduated with your degree in English, feeling accomplished.

You still continued to babysit Dean’s children. Although, they were so much more older now. Mary is now twelve, John is eleven and Sam is ten. Crazy ages.

Now that Mary was getting older, she was developing a major attitude now especially towards Dean. But for some reason, not unknown to you, she always vented to you about the latest gossip in her middle school and who was holding hands with who.

John is such a game nerd, but he sure does have an infinite amount of knowledge when it comes to technology. You recently got a new phone and didn’t know how to work the camera, but John quickly became acquainted with your phone and helped you out. He even showed you how to use it step by step.

Sam on the other hand, he was such a quiet kid but super sweet at the same time. He loved to read books. What you decided to do was bring him a new book every two weeks, since he reads them that quickly anyways. The new books that you bring always light up his face like if it’s Christmas.

You grew to love these kids. You seen them everyday that they became family to you. It would be unusual if you didn’t babysit them that day, like if something was missing.

“You know, Sam, Mary and John are getting older now.” Dean said softly before he left to work.

You nodded your head in agreement as you watched the kids do their homework. You were chewing on a carrot stick that you originally pulled out for the kids to munch on.

“They’re getting old enough to watch themselves now.”

You finally knew where this was going. You stopped chewing and looked at Dean. He had a sad expression on his face.

“What are you saying, Dean?” You wanted him to be straightforward, but that was definitely something you learned that he was not well at doing over the course of four years.

“I’m sorry Y/N. But unfortunately, these kids are getting older and I won’t have a need for a babysitter anymore. Mary is going to be thirteen in a few months and she is mature enough to be alone and take care of her brothers.”

He was whispering now, and you knew he didn’t want the kids to hear. You knew they would be heartbroken if they knew you weren’t going to babysit anymore.

“You’re firing me?” You began. Tears started to flow and your throat was burning from trying so hard to hold back tears. “Dean please. I love your kids. Don’t do this please. They are my family. You are my family.”

Dean looked doleful, but you knew he meant what he said and he wasn’t going back.

“Today will be the last day. I have to go to work now.”

And then he left. Just like that. Clearly he didn’t realize the attachment you had with his kids. Or maybe he just didn’t care?

You didn’t know what you were going to do and you were becoming scared. Of course you still had your parents and your brother and sisters but unfortunately for you, your brother and sisters lived in other states and you know your parents love being alone now that you’ve moved out.

Once Dean left, the time seemed to pass by quick. Mary spoke to you about school and you hugged her a little longer after her discussion about school. You played games with John a little longer than usual, knowing that it will be the last time. You talked books with Sam, expecting to miss what a smart kid he was about everything because of the many books he’s read.

Night came by and the morning came quicker. Dean walked into the guest room to wake you of your slumber.

“You can go home now. I left your last paycheck on the counter.” He whispered.

You looked at his face, but he was blank. Nothing showed across his face and it made you feel worse. You remembered last night. You cried yourself to sleep knowing you won’t see these kids anymore. Or Dean.

You knew you were going to miss Dean a lot as well. He was so kind and generous to you. He’s even taken you out on a few dates as well when he didn’t have work and when the kids were at school. You thought being fired was your fault, but you couldn’t remember doing anything wrong.

You left the Smith residence quickly, not wanting Dean to see any tears fall from your face as you exited the house. You got into your red Chevy and drove home.

It was quiet. But now, it was too quiet for your liking and you didn’t like to be alone with your thoughts. You kept thinking maybe you said something to the kids and they repeated what you said to Dean. Or maybe it was that time that you forgot to throw away the trash that the kids left on the counter. Or maybe it was that time you let the kids go in the pool when it was cold, but they kept begging.

You realized now, that you had to go out and get a real job. Thank goodness for your education.

Quicker than you could register, you found a decent paying job being an editor at some magazine company in Los Angeles. Of course it was quite a travel from your home, but your hometown was the country and not the city.

You weren’t feeling the hype of being an editor. You made some friends outside of work and they always became thrilled when you told them that you were an editor at Los Angeles Magazine. Literally all you did was edit people’s journal entries for the magazine, and that was it.

You missed babysitting. You tried getting them and Dean off of your mind, but everything you did reminded you of them.

Whenever your friends gossip, guess who it reminded you of? When you passed by the many billboards of new video games, guess who it reminded you of? Guess who it reminded you of when you tried to read on your porch?

Worst of all, guess who you remembered working at a company owned by one of the most wealthiest men in L.A.?

You hated it but you were helpless. You couldn’t do anything. You tried calling Dean to at least talk to the kids, but he changed his number which made your heart break. Before he changed his number, he even told you not to come back to his house.

Months passed by and you were still unhappy with your job and everything that surrounded you. Your mom insisted you move back in with them if you hated your job so much. But you couldn’t do that to them. They struggled trying to feed three people, you didn’t want to put them through that again.

Your routine was always the same. Wake up, go to work for an eight hour shift, have dinner with yourself, and then go home and clean up your house or maybe do some laundry. It was lonely and you didn’t feel this way before. The quiet turned into an annoying silence that was driving you insane.

Today was the same thing again. You separated your clothes and put them into the washer and then walked back to your apartment. The bad thing about the complexes were that you had to share a washer and a dryer.

You walked back to your apartment with you hamper in your hand when you seen a man squatting down with his head in his hands, right in front of your door.

The man was wearing grey sweats and a blue pullover sweater, but you knew he wasn’t homeless because he was wearing clean Nike shoes and his clothes were clean.

“Um, sir? Do you need something?”

You heard the man sobbing as you walked closer to him, but stopped when you spoke. He looked up and those eyes were the same ones that drew you in the first time you met him.

“Dean? What are you doing here?” You became frantic when you assumed something was wrong if Dean was at your front door, crying.

Dean got up from his position and walked to you and pulled you into a hug. The calming smell of him suddenly pulled you back into your memories and you began to hug him back. You rubbed his back until he pulled away first.

“I’m so sorry.” Was all he said as he was shaking from crying so much.

“It’s okay, Dean. Tell me, what happened?”

“I need you back. The kids need you back. We all miss you so much. I’m so sorry I fired you. I never should have told you to leave.”

You brought your hand up and wiped the tears from Dean’s soft face, your other hand going to his shoulder.

“Dean it’s oka…”

“It’s not okay! Okay? I fired you because I’m a sissy that couldn’t tell you my real feelings for you. So I pushed you away thinking it would make things better but I only thought of you even more!”

You were completely startled by his sudden rush of honesty of his feelings for you. Your hands dropped to your sides as you tried to process what Dean just said.

He has feelings for you. Do you feel the same? Of course you do, otherwise you wouldn’t have felt so depressed from the time he fired you.

“Dean, I…”

“Please, if you don’t feel the same way, just say it. Don’t hold back.”

“Dean, I love you Dean. I love your kids too. So much. I’ve loved you for a long time but I never thought you would want to be with me because I thought you were always just too busy to be with someone. But then, if you have feelings for me, why did you fire me?”

Dean turned his back towards you as you waited patiently for his answer. A few seconds passed and he turned back around to answer you.

“At first it was just a friendly relationship that we had. I loved how happy you made my kids and that made me happy. A year passed by and I noticed I was becoming attached to you. That’s when I started inviting you over even on your days off. Two years passed and I realized my feelings for you were way more than just liking. I was starting to love you and it was scaring me. So I began to work later shifts. I would come home later than usual and I made the kids go to school later. Finally, I just couldn’t handle it. You were constantly on my mind, so that’s why I did what I did.”

Dean was fidgeting and swaying side to side nervously, but continued to talk.

“At first I told the kids you found a new job and you were too busy to babysit them. I got a new babysitter but it just wasn’t the same. At night, I would hear the kids go to bed crying. There wasn’t a day I didn’t think of you, Y/N.”

You were so mesmerized by what he said that you grabbed him by his big shoulders and smashed his lips to yours. You had to do it. The urge was becoming too strong and you had a feeling he wasn’t going to make the first move any time soon.

Your arms wrapped around his neck and his arms wrapped around your waist as your lips and his lips molded and became one. His lips were soft and felt exactly the way you imagined it would and you had the feeling in your stomach that you imagined you would get if you ever kissed him.

But this was it. You were kissing him and holding him and you didn’t want to let go. You’ve never loved a man as much as you loved Dean Smith.

“Mom, can I go out with some friends tonight?” Mary asked you.

“Of course sweetheart. Just don’t be out too late. Call me if anything happens and you know I’ll be there.”

“Mom, can we go to the library?” Sam asked coming out of his room.

You nodded and smiled as he smiled widely and excitedly.

“Mom, I want this game. Can you get it for me when you have money?” John asked so nicely.

“Sure. As long as it’s not a violent game, I’ll be more than happy to.” You replied.

“Hey sweetheart.” Dean came up to you and kissed you on your temple as you were making dinner. Dean finally cut his own hours to spend more time with his family. You and him. Yours and Dean’s yearly income was way over the top and you two didn’t have to work so much. You also didn’t have to travel as far, so you kept your job in Los Angeles now that you lived in the rich community of Beverly Hills.

“You know I love you right? And the kids love you?” Dean said as he massaged my shoulders.

“Of course Dean. I love you guys too. So much.” You continued to cut vegetables to make some soup that your mom was more than happy to share the recipe with you.

You dunked the vegetables in the pot and turned towards Dean. He wrapped his arms around your waist and you wrapped your arms around his neck. Dean looked down and smiled, caressing your stomach. He lowered himself and placed a soft kiss on your tummy.

“I especially love our upcoming special addition to our family.”

You pecked Dean on the lips as he got back up and you pulled away from him. He wrapped his arms around you from behind and began to rub your eight month big tummy.

“Yes. I especially love our little Cassie that will soon be joining us.”

You smiled as you felt little Cassie kick and you knew at that moment that you have never felt happier.

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