#jensenedit | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

cheynovak · 2 days

Text

Healing Bonds

Dean Winchester x F/Reader Y/N

Warnings: 18+, Emotional damage, sexual tension, smut, ...

Side note: English isn’t my first language.

I didn’t proofread, so I'm sorry for any mistakes.

*Does not follow The SPN storyline *

After an ugly fight with Sam, Dean decides to take a few days for himself and wounds up at Jody’s place. She introduced him to Y/N a work friend, Y/N is the new psychologist in town, who Jody working on a few cases together.

Dean is hesitant to accept her help but can he resist her charm?

Dean’s boots crunched against the gravel as he approached Jody Mills' doorstep. The drive had been long, filled with the echoes of the fight he had with his brother. It felt like betrayal, leaving him alone. But Dean couldn’t stay holed up in the bunker any longer.

Jody greeted him with a warm embrace, “There he is!” her motherly presence a balm to his troubled soul. She ushered him inside, concern etched into the lines of her face. Dean tried to mask his turmoil, but Jody saw through the facade with the sharp eyes of someone who had weathered many storms.

“Dean,” she began gently, “I can see it in your eyes. What’s wrong?” - “Nothing, he tried to brush it off.” Her face let him know without any words she didn’t believe him.

He shrugged his shoulder, avoiding her gaze. “Just a little disagreement with Sam. We’ll sort it out.” Jody didn’t press further, knowing Dean’s reluctance to open up. Instead, she steered the conversation towards lighter topics, hoping to ease the weight that hung between them.

As Dean volunteer to help her with the dishes she saw an opportunity. “I know someone who might be able to help,” Jody said tentatively, breaking the uneasy silence that had settled over them like a shroud.

Dean arched an eyebrow in question, his interest piqued despite himself. “Help with what?”

“Your mental health, Dean,” Jody said softly. “I can see the toll this is taking on you. And I’m worried.”

Dean’s defences went up immediately, his pride wounded by the implication that he couldn’t handle his own problems. “I don’t need a shrink, Jody. I’m fine.” But Jody wasn’t one to be swayed by bravado.

“Dean, there’s no shame in seeking help when you need it. This psychologist, Dr. Y/L/N, she’s helped a lot of people deal with their demons. And I know she can help you too.”

Dean scoffed, the bitterness of his resentment bubbling to the surface. “You think talking to some shrink is gonna fix everything? It’s not that simple, Jody.”

“Maybe not,” Jody conceded, her voice steady with conviction. “But it’s a start. And you owe it to yourself to try.” He kept shaking his head, “I fight demons every day, the ones in my head are the least of my worries.”

Jody watched him retreat, his footsteps echoing the weight of his burden with each resolute stride. She knew she couldn’t force him, but she refused to give in so easily.

As Dean disappeared into the night for a walk, Jody busied herself with the remnants of their dinner. Thinking she had seen Dean weather countless storms, his resilience a testament to the strength that lay beneath his rough exterior.

But this time he looked vulnerable in a way she had never seen before. With a heavy sigh, Jody reached for her phone, her fingers tracing the familiar contours of the device.

It rang twice before a familiar voice answered, warm and comforting "Hey, Jody. What’s up?" Y/N’s voice filled the silence. "Hey, sweetheart," Jody said, her voice tinged with a weariness she couldn’t shake. "I was wondering if you were free tomorrow night. I thought maybe we could have dinner together."

There was a pause on the other end of the line, “Jody are you ok? Is this a work thing or do you need someone to...” Jody quickly interfered “Oh no, no, nothing is wrong, just a dinner invitation.”

"Of course, Jody," Y/N replied, her voice soft with empathy. "I’ll be there."

As Jody hung up the phone, a flicker of hope ignited within her chest.

The next night

When Jody arrived home, her weary eyes softened at the sight before her. “Dean," she began gently, her voice a soothing balm to the ache that lingered in his soul. "What’s all this?"

“I thought since you worked all day I could help around here. So, I made dinner.” He smiled like a little kid surprising his mom on mother's day. “Thats great, but we do need an extra plate.”

Dean looked quizzed, “Y/N a work friend is joining us.” She smiles without giving much explanation. ”Do you want me to leave?” He asked. “Oh no, you’ll love her.”

The bell rings Jody answers the door while Dean takes care of the table.

As Jody ushered Y/N into the room, Dean's eyes flickered up from his plate, his gaze meeting hers in a moment of quiet appraisal. She looked like the typical rich girl next door.

Her hair pulled back in a loose ponytail, her outfit simple yet elegant in its understated charm. She was cute, he supposed, in a wholesome sort of way. A little nerdy, a little basic but cute.

As Jody introduced them, she smiled warmly, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she extended a hand in greeting.

"It's nice to meet you, Y/N," Dean said, his voice tinged with a hint of warmth that surprised even him. "The pleasure is all mine," Y/N replied, her tone genuine and kind as she returned his handshake with a gentle squeeze.

As they settled into dinner, the conversation didn’t flow easily. An awkward silence hung heavy in the air.

Y/N took a bite of the meal, her eyes widening in delight as she savoured the flavours that danced across her palate. "This is delicious," she exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine admiration. "You're quite the chef, Jody."

Jody smiled, a twinkle of mischief in her eyes as she exchanged a knowing glance with Dean. "Actually, Dean made it," she replied, her voice tinged with pride.

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise, her gaze flickering to Dean with newfound appreciation. "Really?" she exclaimed. Dean shrugged, a hint of color rising to his cheeks at the unexpected praise. "Just trying to do my part," he mumbled, his voice tinged with modesty.

While Jody opened a conversation with Dean which quickly turned to the familiar territory of cases and hunts, Dean's shoulders tensed, his jaw clenching with a palpable tension that hung in the air like a storm on the horizon.

His eyes flickered over to Y/N, to warn Jody. "Y/N knows about the supernatural," she said to ease him. Dean's eyes widened in surprise, She does?" he exclaimed, his voice tinged with disbelief.

Jody nodded, "Yes, Dean, I eh, helped her a few months ago with a shifter problem." Y/N smiled softly looking at her plate. “In return I see Claire and Alex monthly in my practice.”

“P-practice?” Dean echoed, “Yeah, I’m a psychologist.” Dean’s eyes grew wide while he excused himself, asking if Jody could follow him to the kitchen. Not knowing Y/N would hear every word.

“What is this Jody?” He asked with a slight anger in his voice. "You don't have to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders, Dean," she said softly. "You have people who care about you, people who can help."

Dean's defences went up immediately, his instinct to protect those he cared about kicking into overdrive. "I can handle it, Jody," he insisted, his voice tight with emotion. "I always have."

But Jody wasn't one to be swayed by bravado. "I know you can, Dean," she replied gently. "But that doesn’t mean it would be a bad thing to see a professional."

Dean felt a surge of anger bubble up within him. He had always prided himself on his ability to shoulder the burden of his own struggles, to face the demons that haunted his mind.

Jody watched him carefully, her eyes soft with concern as she sensed the storm that raged within his soul. "Dean," she began gently. But before she could finish her sentence.

Dean's temper flared, his voice laced with venom as he lashed out with words born from pain and bitterness. "I don't need some shrink poking around in my head, Jody," he spat, his words cutting through the air like a knife. "I'm not broken, okay? I'm fine."

His anger consuming him like a wildfire as he unleashed a torrent of pent-up frustration upon the woman who had become like a mother to him. "You think you know what's best for me, don't you?" he seethed, his voice rising with each word.

"Well, newsflash, Jody—I don't need your pity, and I sure as hell don't need some quack telling me how to live my life." And with that, he stormed out of the kitchen.

Alone at the table, Y/N listened in stunned silence. Dean's steps faltered as he emerged from the kitchen, his eyes meeting Y/N's across the room.

And for a moment, he felt a flicker of shame wash over him—a realization of the hurtful words he had unleashed in a moment of anger. Without a word he reached for his coat and stepped out into the cool night air.

Y/N and Jody heard the engine of the impala roar as he drove off in the night.

As Jody and Y/N sat together in the quiet of the living room, the weight of Dean's turmoil heavy upon their hearts, Jody took a deep breath. She knew that Y/N would be able to understand the complexities of Dean's behaviour, the layers of pain and fear that lay beneath the surface of his bravado.

"Y/N," Jody began gently, her voice tinged with compassion, "Dean's... you have to understand... he's been through a lot. He's carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders, and sometimes, it's hard for him to see past his own pain."

Y/N nodded in understanding, her expression thoughtful as she processed Jody's words. "I get that, Jody," she replied softly. "But if he doesn't want help, there's only so much we can do."

Jody sighed, her heart heavy with the truth of Y/N's words. "I know," she admitted ruefully. "But that doesn't mean we stop trying. Dean may be stubborn, but maybe if I keep trying, he'll come around."

"I'll do whatever I can to help, Jody," she said earnestly. "But ultimately, the decision is up to Dean. We can't force him.” Jody smiled softly, grateful for Y/N's unwavering support. "Thank you, Y/N," she said sincerely.

The familiar growl of Baby echoing through the stillness of the night. Led Zeppelin blared from the speakers, the raw energy of the music a perfect match for the storm of emotions raging within him.

His grip tightened on the steering wheel, knuckles white with tension, as he navigated the empty streets with a single-minded determination.

Damn it, Jody, he thought bitterly, his anger simmering just beneath the surface. How could she do this to him? How could she put him on the spot like that, inviting Y/N over without even asking him first? It felt like a betrayal.

But as he drove through the darkness, his thoughts tumbling in a chaotic whirlwind of anger and frustration, Dean couldn't shake the nagging feeling that maybe, just maybe, Jody was right.

Maybe he did need help, maybe he couldn't do this alone anymore. But the mere thought of opening up to someone, of laying bare the darkest corners of his soul for all to see, filled him with a sense of dread so profound it threatened to swallow him whole.

He pounded his fist against the steering wheel, the sound echoing through the car like a gunshot in the night. "Damn it, Dean," he muttered to himself, his voice thick with self-loathing. "Get it together."

The town was cloaked in darkness as Dean parked Baby along the deserted street, the soft hum of the engine fading into the stillness of the night. He stepped out into the cool night air, the faint scent of rain lingering on the breeze as he made his way towards a nearby bench.

He sank onto the wooden seat, the weight of his exhaustion settling upon him like a heavy blanket. Hours of driving had done little to quiet the storm of emotions that raged within him.

Dean’s mind churned with a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions as he sat on the bench, lost in the labyrinth of his own turmoil. The sound of a car pulled him from his thoughts.

He glanced up to see Y/N's car pulling up beside him. He watched as she rolled down the window, her concern evident in the furrow of her brow. she called out softly, her voice carrying on the night breeze. "Are you okay?"

Dean's initial reaction was defensive, “Just need some time alone sugar.” He clenched his jaw, his gaze hardening as he met Y/N's concerned eyes.

Y/N's expression faltered at his response, "Okay," she said softly, her voice tinged with understanding. "Well, if you ever want to talk, I know a bar nearby..."

Dean's walls wavered for a moment, a pang of guilt tightening his chest at the warmth in Y/N's offer. But before he could respond, his defences snapped back into place, his pride wounded by the vulnerability of her gesture.

"Yeah, thanks," he muttered gruffly, “But I’m not one of your patients.”

Y/N looked at him for a second, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. ”Well, I never said you were, besides, I don’t meet my patients in bars.” she rolled up the window and drove away. Alone once more, Dean felt a pang of regret twist in his chest.

Only to see her parking her car down the road. “Are you coming?” She yelled while standing on the side of the road waving.

He and Y/N stepped into the dimly lit bar, the low hum of conversation and the clink of glasses filling the air as they made their way to the counter. Dean's senses were assaulted by the familiar scent of whiskey and beer, the rhythmic beat of the music pulsing through the room like a steady heartbeat.

Dean ordered their drinks, a whiskey for himself and a beer for Y/N. As they settled into an easy rhythm of conversation, the tension of earlier dissipating in the warmth of their shared company. Their shoulders brushing against each other every so often.

As the night wore on and the drinks flowed freely, Dean found himself relaxing in a way he hadn't in months, the weight of his troubles easing with each sip of whiskey.

And as he glanced over at Y/N, she did something unexpected, something that caught Dean off guard in the best possible way. She took off the jumper she was wearing only to reveal a white tank top.

Dean's eyes widened slightly as Y/N leaned back, to reach up and let down her hair, the soft strands cascading around her shoulders.

The movement causing her shirt to shift just so, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of cleavage beneath. For a moment, his breath caught in his throat, his heart skipping a beat at the unexpected sight before him.

Mesmerized by her transformation, Dean couldn't help but feel a rush of heat flood his cheeks as he took in the sight of her. Gone was the shy, boring girl he had seen before, replaced instead by a woman with a seductive charm that left him utterly captivated.

His gaze lingering on the gentle curve of her neckline, the soft swell of her breasts barely concealed beneath the fabric of her shirt. It was a subtle change, yet one that spoke volumes.

As Dean's gaze lingered on Y/N's curves, his mind began to wander into forbidden territory, a rush of heat flooding his body as he entertained thoughts that had no place in their current conversation. He cleared his throat, attempting to push the inappropriate thoughts aside, but they stubbornly refused to be ignored.

“What’s on your mind?” she asked seeing how Dean took a big sip. With a nervous chuckle, Dean leaned back against the bar, his voice laced with a hint of teasing as he attempted to lighten the mood.

"You know, if I had a doctor as hot as you," he remarked with a playful grin, "I wouldn't mind scheduling weekly appointments." He immediately regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth, a pang of guilt twisting in his chest at the realization of how inappropriate his comment had been.

But before he could apologize, he saw the twinkle in Y/N's eyes, the playful glint that mirrored his own. She laughed softly, her cheeks tinted with a faint blush as she met his gaze with a knowing smile. "Careful, Dean," she replied, her voice tinged with amusement.

"You might just end up needing therapy after all." His mouth went dry as she raised the bottle of beer to her lips, the cool glass pressing against her skin as she took a slow, deliberate sip.

His gaze locked onto her lips, watching in silent fascination as they parted to allow the amber liquid to trickle down her throat, the movement hypnotic in its grace and sensuality.

His breath caught in his throat as he imagined what it would feel like to taste the beer on her lips, to feel the warmth of her mouth against his own. "Yeah, you might be right about that," he whispered.

Y/N felt a shiver run down her spine, a rush of adrenaline coursing through her veins as she savoured the delicious tension that crackled between them. For a moment, it was as if they were the only two people in the world, lost in their own private bubble.

But just as quickly as it had begun, the moment passed, broken by the sound of the bartender calling last call. Dean glanced at the clock, realizing with a start how late it had gotten.

"Well, I guess that's our cue to call it a night," he said reluctantly. Y/N nodded, a smile playing at the corners of her lips as she slid off her stool.

Dean walked Y/N to the wall outside the bar, their footsteps echoing in the quiet of the night as they came to a stop beneath the flickering streetlight.

His heart pounded in his chest as he looked down at her, a mixture of longing and hesitation swirling in his gaze. “Let me drive you home.”

As Y/N declined Dean's offer, insisting that her place was just a block away and she would walk, Dean felt a surge of protectiveness wash over him.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice laced with concern as he fell into step beside her, his footsteps matching hers with an easy rhythm. "I don't mind giving you a ride. It's late, and you never know what kind of creeps might be lurking around."

Y/N smiled softly, her eyes warm with gratitude as she reached out to gently squeeze his arm. "I appreciate the offer, Dean," she replied, her voice tinged with amusement. "But I can take care of myself. Besides, a little late-night stroll never hurt anyone."

"Okay, but if you need anything, you call me, alright?" he repeated softly, his voice tinged with emotion as he reached out to brush a strand of hair from her face.

Y/N nodded, her eyes locked on his, her breath catching in her throat at the intensity of his gaze.

"I will," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.

And then, before she could say anything else, Dean leaned in closer, his lips gliding over hers in a silent caress. It wasn't a kiss, not really, just the barest brush of skin against skin, the faintest hint of warmth mingling between them.

As Dean's lips hovered tantalizingly close to Y/N's, she felt a surge of conflicting emotions wash over her. But before she could voice her hesitation, Dean pulled away slightly, his eyes searching hers for any sign of regret or uncertainty.

"It's not a good idea," Y/N whispered, her voice barely above a whisper as she struggled to articulate the thoughts that raced through her mind. "It's... inappropriate."

Dean's brow furrowed in confusion, his expression clouded with uncertainty as he tried to make sense of her words. “I'm not your patient, Y/N" he protested softly, his voice tinged with hurt.

Y/N shook her head, her gaze pleading as she reached out to gently touch his arm. "It's not that," she replied, her voice trembling with emotion. "It's... we're both... we're both too drunk. We might regret it later."

Dean's heart sank at Y/N's words, a wave of hurt crashing over him as he struggled to process the implication behind her hesitation. He felt a surge of anger rise within him, his defences springing up in response.

"Why?" he demanded, his voice tinged with bitterness as he met her gaze with a steely resolve. "Is it because I'm a lost cause? A fuck-up? Traumatized beyond repair?"

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise at his outburst, her own emotions swirling in a tumultuous whirlwind of regret and frustration. "No, Dean, that's not what I meant," she protested, her voice trembling with emotion.

But Dean wasn't listening, the weight of his own insecurities pressing down upon him like a suffocating blanket. "I get it," he muttered bitterly, his gaze flickering away as he turned to walk away. "I'm just a broken mess, right? Not worth anyone's time or affection."

“You had time to study me in that bar right? That’s it.” Y/N's heart twisted with guilt at his words, "Dean, please," she pleaded, reaching out to grab his arm and turn him back towards her. "That's not what I meant at all."

But Dean shrugged off her touch, he turned and walked away, leaving Y/N standing alone in the darkness.

The next morning, Jody found Dean sitting at the kitchen table, his gaze fixed on a cup of coffee. She raised an eyebrow inquisitively as she poured herself a cup, taking a seat across from him.

"Late night?" she asked with a smile, her tone light and teasing.

Dean nodded, his expression unreadable as he took a sip of his coffee. "Yeah," he replied quietly.

Jody's smile faltered as she noticed the tension in his demeanor, a frown creasing her brow as she studied him intently. "Everything okay?" she asked gently, concern lacing her words.

Dean hesitated for a moment, "I'm not sure," he admitted finally, his voice barely above a whisper. Jody's brow furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean?" she pressed, her concern growing by the second.

"I think I might have hurt her," he confessed, “Who?" she asked softly, reaching out to place a comforting hand on his arm. Dean shook his head, his gaze distant as he recounted the events of the previous night. “Y/N”

“Y/N? No, I spoke with her, she said she is willing to help you if you are ready, she won’t push you into therapy.” Dean looked at her. “I saw her after diner, we eh, had a drink at the bar.”

“Oh.” was all Jody could say. "I said some things," he admitted ruefully, his voice heavy with remorse. "Things I didn't mean."- “Why don’t you go talked to her?" she asked gently, her voice filled with compassion.

Dean just nodded still looking at his coffee.

Y/N stood in her office, the faint sound of her patient's footsteps echoing through the room as he made his way out. She rubbed her temples, her head throbbing with the remnants of a hangover from the previous night. It had been a rough morning.

As she glanced up, her gaze fell upon Dean standing in the waiting room, a hesitant expression on his face. Her heart skipped a beat at the sight of him, a rush of conflicting emotions swirling within her.

Part of her wanted to run to him, to throw herself into his arms and beg for forgiveness. But another part hesitated, afraid of what his presence might mean.

She took a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever might come next, before making her way out to greet him.

"Dean," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. He turned to face her, his eyes searching hers with a mixture of hope and apprehension. "Hey," he replied.

Y/N studied him for a moment, taking in the lines of exhaustion etched into his features, ”Everything ok?” She asked calm and professional.

Dean seemed to choose his next words carefully. He interpreted her calmness as a boundary. “I eh, I think I want an appointment.” Y/N's heart sank at Dean's unexpected request, a surge of hurt and disappointment welling up inside her.

She had hoped for reconciliation, "An appointment?" she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper as she struggled to make sense of his words.

Dean nodded, his expression serious as he met her gaze with unwavering resolve. "Yeah," he replied evenly. "I think it's time I talked to someone about... everything."

“Yeah sure. Eh, how about tomorrow around four?” Dean nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. “Ok, I’ll eh, I’ll be here.” - “Great.” Y/N said trying to hold back her sad sigh.

As Y/N sat alone in her office during lunch, her thoughts swirling with a whirlwind of emotions, she couldn't shake the memory of the night before,the tension, the longing, the almost kiss that had hung between them like a fragile thread waiting to be broken.

She knew she should be happy that Dean wanted to open up to her in a professional way, to seek help for the demons that haunted him day and night. And yet, a part of her couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment at the missed opportunity.

Closing her eyes, Y/N took a deep breath, willing herself to push aside the thoughts and feelings, she had to focus on the present and the future, the opportunity to support Dean in whatever way he needed.

As the clock struck four, Dean found himself standing outside her office, his heart pounding in his chest with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the conversation that lay ahead.

As he walked in her waiting room she just let out the last patient before him. ”Dean” she smiles soft, “Come on in.”

Dean shifted uncomfortably on Y/N's couch, feeling out of place in the unfamiliar surroundings of her office. He ran a hand through his hair, his thoughts swirling with uncertainty as he struggled to find words.

"I... I don't really know how this works," he admitted finally, his voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N nodded understandingly, her gaze warm and compassionate as she met his eyes. "That's okay, Dean," she reassured him gently. "There's no right or wrong way to do this. Just take your time, and say whatever comes to mind."

Dean nodded, taking a deep breath as he tried to gather his thoughts. "Okay," he said slowly, his voice thick with emotion. "I guess... I guess I should start with Sam."

Y/N nodded encouragingly, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "That sounds like a good place to start," she replied softly. "Tell me about your brother."

As Dean delved into his memories of growing up with Sam, his words flowed freely, each one carrying a weight of emotion that had long been buried beneath the surface.

He spoke of their childhood, marked by loss after their mother's death, and the relentless training they endured at the hands of their father.

"We were raised as soldiers," Dean murmured, his voice tinged with both pride and sorrow. "From the moment Mom died, Dad made sure we knew how to defend ourselves, how to survive in a world filled with monsters and demons."

“It was my job to look out for Sam.” He looked at his hands. “So I did...” he smirks “I still do.” Y/N could see there was more to it than he talked about, but she kept quiet and nodded to him to keep talking.

"I'm proud of Sam," Dean confessed, a hint of awe in his voice. "He's smart, you know? Smarter than I ever was. He could stand his ground against Dad, I never could, I eh, I always obeyed him.”

"It sounds like you and Sam have been through a lot together," she remarked softly, her voice gentle and understanding. Dean nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Yeah," he agreed quietly. "We have."

When Y/N gently probed Dean about his rift with Sam, he felt a pang of discomfort tighten in his chest. "I left Sam for a while," he admitted, his voice laced with a mixture of regret and defiance. "We had a fight. It... it got ugly."

Y/N nodded, her expression sympathetic as she reached out to offer him a comforting smile. "Do you want to talk more about that?" she asked softly, her tone gentle and non-judgmental.

But Dean shook his head, his gaze flickering away as he struggled to find the right words. "Not right now," he replied quietly, his voice tinged with hesitation. "Maybe... maybe another time."

Y/N nodded understandingly, respecting his boundaries as she shifted the conversation to safer territory. They spoke of hunting. The thrill of the chase, the rush of adrenaline, the satisfaction of knowing that they were making the world a safer place, one monster at a time.

And as the session came to an end, Dean felt a sense of relief wash over him. He looked up at Y/N realising he had been looking at his hands and feet this whole time.

“Same time next week?” She asked careful. Dean nodded before walking out the door, Y/N followed closely. He stopped abruptly and turned, his heart skipping a beat as he nearly collided with Y/N who was just about to leave her office.

Their eyes met, a charged silence falling between them as they stood there, inches apart. Dean towered over her, his gaze intense as he searched her face. But all he found was a warmth that mirrored his own a connection that pulsed between them, drawing them closer with each passing moment.

For a heartbeat, they stood there together, suspended in time and space, their hearts racing in tandem. And then, just as quickly as it had begun, the moment passed, broken by the sound of Dean's voice as he spoke softly.

"Thank you," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "For everything."

Y/N smiled up at him, her eyes shining with warmth and understanding. "You're welcome," she replied softly, her voice barely above a whisper. Seeing how Dean turned around and walked out.

As the weeks passed, Dean continued to show up to his appointments with Y/N, each session bringing them closer together as they delved deeper into the depths of his past that haunted him.

With each passing week, Y/N caught glimpses of the man behind the mask—the vulnerability and pain that lay hidden beneath his tough exterior.

And as their connection deepened, so too did their longing for each other, a silent undercurrent that pulsed between them with every shared glance and fleeting touch.

They danced around the edges of their feelings, each too afraid to take that final leap into the unknown, too afraid of what it might mean for their fragile relationship.

But last night, as Y/N drifted off to sleep, she found herself lost in a dream.

A dream of Dean walking into her office, his eyes dark with desire as he crossed the room to stand before her. And then, without a word, he reached out and pulled her into his arms, his lips meeting hers in a heated kiss that left her breathless and wanting more.

As she woke from the dream, her heart pounding in her chest, Y/N couldn't shake the feeling of warmth that lingered on her lips, the memory of Dean's touch still fresh in her mind, as if it had been real.

During their session, that day Y/N found herself unable to focus on Dean, her thoughts consumed by the vivid memory of her dream. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as she struggled to regain her composure.

Dean noticed her distraction, his brow furrowing in concern as he reached out to gently touch her arm. "Hey, is everything okay?" he asked softly, his voice filled with genuine concern.

Y/N hesitated, her gaze flickering away as she tried to find the right words. But before she could respond, Dean spoke again, his tone gentle yet firm.

"Maybe... maybe you need some time off," he suggested, his eyes searching hers with unwavering intensity. "You seem... distracted. And I don't want to add to your stress."

“It’s my job Dean, I’m fine, just had a bad night.” Dean’s eyes searched hers. "How about dinner?" he suggested, his voice tinged with warmth. "With me, Jody, and the girls. We could use a night off, don't you think?"

Y/N's heart skipped a beat at the invitation, a rush of excitement coursing through her veins. "I would love that," she replied.

Dean worked in the kitchen, preparing the dish he knew Y/N liked, the scent of savoury spices and herbs filled the air, mingling with the warm aroma of home-cooked food. Meanwhile, Claire and Alex bustled around the dining room, setting the table and arranging the plates and silverware with meticulous care.

As they worked, they overheard Jody's comment "Dean, you’re smelling really good, But, eh, I’m sure Y/N will be impressed just by your food.” She joked.

Claire and Alex couldn't help but exchange a knowing look, a silent acknowledgment of the budding attraction between their mom’s friend and the ruggedly handsome hunter.

Claire smirked mischievously at Alex, a twinkle of amusement dancing in her eyes. "Looks like someone's got a crush," she teased, her voice barely above a whisper.

Alex rolled her eyes playfully, but couldn't hide the hint of a smile that tugged at the corners of her lips. "Yeah, well, can you blame Y/N ?" she replied with a smirk of her own. "Dean's not exactly hard on the eyes."

As Y/N walked into the room, all dressed up for the dinner, Dean's breath caught in his throat, his heart skipping a beat at the sight of her. She looked stunning, her hair falling in soft waves around her shoulders, her eyes sparkling with warmth and laughter.

For a moment, Dean was speechless, his gaze locked on her with a mixture of awe and admiration. He couldn't tear his eyes away, couldn't find the words to express the rush of emotions that surged through him at the sight of her.

Y/N smiled shyly, a blush rising to her cheeks under the intensity of Dean's gaze.

"Hi," she said softly, her voice tinged with nervousness. "Hi," Dean replied, his voice barely above a whisper. He cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure as he gestured towards the table. "Dinner's almost ready."

They sat down to dinner, Dean couldn't tear his eyes away from Y/N, his gaze lingering on her with a mixture of awe and longing. He watched as she closed her eyes, tasting the flavours of his dish, a flush of heat spreading through him at the sight of her enjoyment.

Dean focused all his attention on Y/N. He watched the way her lips curved into a smile as she savoured each bite, the way her eyes lit up with delight at the flavors dancing on her tongue.

He felt like a teenager again, head over heels in love for the first time.

As the dinner progressed, Jody pulled out the liquor, pouring drinks for everyone as they settled into conversation. Y/N engaged Claire in a discussion about hunting, asking questions and listening intently to her experiences, while also inquiring about Alex's work at the hospital.

But no matter who she was talking to, her eyes kept wandering back to Dean, locking with his every few seconds.

Dean, now feeling the effects of the alcohol, grew bolder with his looks. He couldn't help but feel like he was eye-fucking Y/N, his gaze lingering on her longer than necessary, his heart racing with a heady mix of desire and anticipation.

Sensing the tension between Dean and Y/N, Jody glanced between them with a knowing smile. "Alright, you two," she said casually, rising from her seat. "Why don't you kids help me in the kitchen for a bit?"

Claire and Alex exchanged a quick glance, catching on to Jody's subtle hint, before nodding in agreement and following her lead.

Unable to resist any longer, Dean leaned in closer to Y/N, his voice dropping to a husky whisper as he spoke. "You know, you look absolutely stunning tonight," he murmured, his words laced with a raw intensity that made Y/N's breath catch in her throat.

Dean looked back at the kitchen noticing how the three women were listening to them. “Want to go outside for a bit?” Y/N immediately understood him.

They stepped out onto the porch, the cool night air washing over them as they looked out into the darkness of the woods. A quiet serenity settled around them, broken only by the sound of their breathing.

Feeling the weight of Dean's presence behind her, Y/N leaned back slightly, her body instinctively seeking his warmth and comfort. She felt his hands gently settle on her shoulders, his touch sending a shiver of anticipation down her spine.

And then, in a voice filled with raw emotion, Dean spoke, his words echoing in the stillness of the night. "I can't stop thinking about you," he murmured softly, his breath warm against her ear, kissing the sensitive spot behind it.

As Dean's words hung in the air, Y/N felt a surge of conflicting emotions wash over her. She closed her eyes, trying to steady her racing heart as she grappled with the weight of his confession.

"This is wrong," she whispered, but Dean's response was immediate, his voice filled with determination. "You've said that before," he murmured softly, his breath heavy, placing kisses on her neck. "But I know what I want, Y/N.” he said in between kisses “And I want you."

Y/N's heart clenched at his words, a mixture of fear and longing swirling within her. She knew the risks of giving in to their desires, of crossing that line. But in that moment, as she stood there in Dean's arms, she couldn't deny the pull of their connection.

The magnetic force that drew them together, refusing to be ignored. She turned to face him, she looked into Dean's eyes, she saw the truth reflected back at her. The depth of his feelings, the sincerity of his words.

With a trembling breath, Y/N leaned in closer to Dean, her lips brushing against his as she whispered, "I want you too." Before their lips meet.

As their kiss deepened, Dean's hands found their way to Y/N's waist, pulling her closer to him with a gentle yet firm touch. He felt the fabric of her dress, wondering what her skin would feel like beneath his fingertips.

Y/N's hands roamed over Dean's chest, tracing the contours of his muscles with a feather-light touch. She felt the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her palm, a comforting reassurance of the passion that burned between them.

Their bodies pressed together, each movement synchronized as they lost themselves in the heat of the moment. Soft moans escaped their lips, mingling with the sound of their breathless gasps as they surrendered to the intoxicating pleasure of their embrace.

Their hands tangled in each other's hair, fingers threading through the soft strands as they deepened their kiss even further. It was a dance of desire, a symphony of sensations that enveloped them in a whirlwind of passion and ecstasy.

And as they finally broke apart, their chests heaving with exertion, Dean and Y/N found themselves lost in each other's gaze. With a soft smile he closed the space in between them again.

As Dean's hand moved under Y/N's dress, his lips trailing along her neck with a hunger that threatened to consume them both, Y/N couldn't help but feel a surge of desire coursing through her veins. She melted into his touch, her body responding instinctively to the warmth of his embrace.

But as the intensity of their passion threatened to overwhelm her, a flicker of uncertainty crept into Y/N's mind. She couldn't shake the fear of being caught by Jody or the girls.

"Dean," she murmured softly, her voice trembling with both desire and apprehension. "I... I don't know if we should..." Dean's lips silenced her words with a searing kiss.

"Please," Dean whispered against her lips, his voice filled with longing. ”I need to feel you sweetheart.” His touch igniting a fire within her that burned hotter with each passing moment.

But even as she melted into his embrace, Y/N couldn't shake the nagging worry that lingered at the back of her mind. Feeling Y/N's doubt weighing heavy in the air, Dean gently pulled back, his gaze searching hers with understanding. He knew that pushing her further in that moment would only add to her uncertainty.

Instead, he looked around, his eyes landing on the Impala parked nearby. A spark of inspiration ignited within him, and he reached out to take Y/N's hand, intertwining their fingers as he led her towards the car.

"Let's go for a ride," he suggested softly, his voice tinged with warmth and reassurance.

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise, but she nodded, a flicker of excitement dancing in her gaze. With Dean's hand in hers, she felt a sense of comfort and security wash over her, dispelling the lingering doubts that had clouded her mind.

They climbed into the Impala, the engine roaring to life beneath them as Dean guided the car out onto the open road. Eventually, Dean pulled into an empty parking spot near the end of a park, the soft glow of the streetlights casting a warm golden hue over everything.

He turned off the engine and turned to face Y/N, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Here we are," he said softly, his eyes shining with affection. "Just you, me, and the open road. No distractions, no worries. Just us."

As the intimacy between them heightened in the confined space of the Impala, Dean closed the gap between them, his heart pounding in his chest with anticipation. He could feel the heat of his desire coursing through him.

With a trembling hand, Dean reached out to cup Y/N's face, his thumb tracing the curve of her cheek as he looked into her eyes. And then, unable to resist any longer, he leaned in closer, his lips capturing hers in a searing kiss that left them both breathless.

Y/N responded eagerly, her hands moving to tangle in Dean's hair as she deepened the kiss, her body pressing against his with a desperate need. Dean's hands roamed over her body, his touch igniting a fire within her that burned hotter with each passing moment.

His fingers brushed over the curves of her breasts, the fabric of her dress a barrier between them that only served to heighten their desire. Dean could feel his arousal growing with each touch, his erection straining against his pants as he longed to feel Y/N's skin against his own.

Their passion continued to build, the air around them thick with the heady scent of desire. Dean suggested, "Let's move to the back seat."

Once settled in the spacious back seat, Dean's hands found their way to Y/N's waist, pulling her close as their lips met in another heated kiss. The back seat of the Impala became their private haven where they could freely explore the depths of their passion without fear of interruption.

With a sense of urgency and longing, Dean's hands moved to the hem of Y/N's dress, fingers deftly working to pull the fabric upwards. As the dress slipped off her body, revealing her skin beneath, Dean's breath caught in his throat at the sight of her beauty laid bare before him.

Leaning in closer, his lips pressed against the newly exposed skin, trailing a path of soft kisses along her neck and down her collarbone. Each touch was a tender caress. Taking his time.

Y/N gasped softly at the sensation, her fingers tangling in Dean's hair as she pulled him closer, urging him on. The warmth of his lips against her skin sent shivers of pleasure coursing through her body, letting out a soft moan “Dean...”

With trembling hands, Y/N reached out to Dean, her fingers working deftly to undo his clothing, her touch sending shivers of pleasure coursing through him.

As each piece of clothing fell away, Dean's skin tingled with anticipation, the warmth of Y/N's touch searing into his flesh.

Her fingers traced the contours of his shoulders and back, leaving a trail of electric sensation. Dean's breath caught in his throat at the intimacy of their embrace, his heart pounding in his chest as he surrendered himself to the overwhelming passion that consumed them both.

As Y/N felt Dean's arousal pressing against her wet core, a surge of desire pulsed through her, igniting a fiery need that demanded to be satisfied, a soft moan escaping her lips, she instinctively wrapped a leg around Dean's hip, pulling him closer, craving more of the feeling of him against her.

Dean responded eagerly, his own desire burning bright as he pressed himself against Y/N, their bodies melding together in a primal dance of passion. The sensation of her warmth against his throbbing erection sent waves of pleasure coursing through him, heightening his arousal.

Feeling her eager response, Dean's hand moved to the fabric of Y/N's panties, his fingers sliding between the soft material and her slick folds. With practiced skill, he teased and caressed her, his touch gentle yet firm as he ensured she was ready for him.

Y/N's breath hitched at the sensation, a low moan escaping her lips as she surrendered herself to the pleasure of Dean's touch. Each stroke of his fingers sent sparks of ecstasy dancing along her skin.

As Dean's fingers slid inside her, Y/N gasped at the exquisite sensation, her body responding eagerly to his touch. With each gentle stroke, she felt herself opening up to him, her walls tightening around his fingers in a delicious embrace.

And as he curled his fingers upwards, seeking out her most sensitive spots, Y/N's breath hitched in her throat, a surge of pleasure coursing through her at the exquisite sensation.

Her back arched instinctively, pressing herself against him as she surrendered herself to the overwhelming feeling. Dean's movements were slow and deliberate, each stroke sending waves of ecstasy crashing over her.

With each curl of his fingers, Y/N felt herself teetering on the edge of oblivion, her senses overwhelmed by the intensity of their connection. As Y/N spiralled over the edge of ecstasy, waves of pleasure crashing over her in a tidal wave of sensation.

She felt Dean's smile against her neck a silent testament to his pride in bringing her to such heights of pleasure.

Her moans filled the air, mingling with the sound of their ragged breaths as Dean continued to work her with skilled precision, his fingers coaxing every last ounce of pleasure from her trembling body.

And as Y/N slowly came down from her euphoric high, her senses still tingling with the echoes of her orgasm, never did she have a mind-blowing orgasm like this before.

As Dean kissed her lips with a hunger that mirrored his own, with trembling hands, she reached down, her fingers trailing over his length, coating his arousal with her own wetness.

Dean's reaction was immediate, a low groan escaping his lips as he felt the slick heat of her arousal against his skin. His body trembled with anticipation, Dean guided himself towards her entrance, his movements slow and deliberate as he pressed against her, seeking entry into her warmth.

And as he finally entered her, he felt a rush of ecstasy wash over him, a feeling of completeness that could only be found in the arms of the woman he loved. With each thrust, each gasp of pleasure that escaped their lips, Dean and Y/N surrendered themselves completely to each other.

As their bodies moved together in a frenzy of passion and desire, Dean's voice filled the air with a raw intensity, his words laced with a primal hunger that sent shivers of pleasure coursing through Y/N's veins.

"You feel so damn good," he murmured, his voice husky with desire as he thrust into her again and again. "So tight and wet for me. God, I can't get enough of you."

Y/N's breath hitched at his words, a surge of arousal flooding through her at the sound of his deep voice in her ear. She clung to him desperately, her nails digging into his skin as she surrendered herself completely to the overwhelming pleasure.

Dean's words became more urgent, more desperate, as he drove himself deeper into her, each thrust sending waves of ecstasy crashing over them both. "You like that, huh?" he growled, his voice filled with primal need. "You like it when I fuck you like this, don't you?"

Y/N's moans filled the warm air, her voice a sweet symphony of pleasure as she cried out Dean's name. The sound sent a jolt of raw desire coursing through him, igniting a primal hunger that threatened to consume him whole.

Dean's thrusts became wilder, more frenzied, as he drove himself deeper into her, chasing after the sweet release that awaited them both. "Again," he growled, his voice thick with need. "Louder, baby. Moan my name again."

Y/N complied eagerly, her voice ringing out in the night as she cried out his name. Each moan sent shockwaves of pleasure reverberating through Dean's body, driving him to the brink of madness with desire.

Their movements became sloppy, erratic, as they surrendered themselves completely to the overwhelming passion that consumed them. Y/N's nails dug into Dean's skin, leaving behind a trail of fiery sensation as she urged him on with her touch.

As their bodies reached the pinnacle of pleasure together, Dean and Y/N were consumed by a wave of ecstasy that left them both trembling in its wake. Their cries of pleasure mingled in the air, echoing off the walls of the car as they surrendered themselves completely to the overwhelming sensation of release.

Locked in a passionate embrace, their eyes met in a moment of pure connection, each seeing the reflection of their own pleasure mirrored in the other's gaze. In that instant, time seemed to stand still as they basked in the shared bliss of their union, their hearts beating as one in perfect harmony.

Dean and Y/N held onto each other tightly, their bodies still quivering with the aftershocks of their climax. And as they gazed into each other's eyes, they knew that they had found something true.

As they bodies lay tangled on the backseat of the car, Deans hand moved circles on her back. Her cheek placed against his chest, hearing his steady heartbeat.

“What are you thinking about?” She asked him, looking up into his beautiful eyes. A soft grin appeared. “That I need face Jody.” a soft chuckle leaves her lips. Her finger traced his chest.

“You know, you can stay with me tonight if you want.” His eyes grew wide while he looked down at her. “Worry about Jody in the morning.” she added.

Dean’s lips curl into a mischievous smile. “Are you sure? Because you’re kinda breaking your law here.” Y/N didn’t immediately understood him. “Sleep with your patient, very unprofessional doc.” he said while pulling her closer to him.

“Well, mister Winchester, I think you’re making excellent progress.” She kissed his lips slowly yet deep. “Meeting new people.” Another kiss. “Building some sort of relations.” a kiss on his neck “Allowing yourself to be... close to someone.”

Her teeth scraped against his neck. “Oh yes, you are making one hell of a progress. I’m proud of you.” Dean’s tongue wets his lips. “I think I still need some more practise on the being close thing. You know.” He said flirty.

Deans hand pulls her up by the back of her neck, moving her position so she is straddling him. Right before he kisses her lips he whispers. “Maybe I should come home with you. So you can... teach me some more.”

“Deal.”

-----

Please like, share or comment when you liked the story.

Let me know what you think, do we need more of them?

If you liked this, please check out my masterlist for other stories.

Tag list:

@suckitands33 @mostlymarvelgirl @yvonneeeee @jackles010378

-> If you want to be added let me know what you like to read!