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43: Fuck or die, 56: Mutual pining (for that microfic thing)

fuck or die + mutual pining from the trope mashup

warning: explicit

“We need what?” Dean angrily whispers into the phone.

“Look, I know this is awkward,” the voice of Sam replies, “but it’s the only spell Rowena found to neutralize those merwitches, as you call them.”

“And are we sure we trust her?”

“I don’t know, but we don’t really have a choice. We have to get you guys out of there.”

Dean and Cas had left the bunker a couple of days ago to investigate what they thought was a false lead, a couple of mysterious events that took place around a lake in the Poconos. Sightings of strange creatures had been reported, as well as evidence of dark magic, but neither of them expected to come fake to face with mermaid witches.

Yesterday, whilst investigating what they thought was the merwitches’ home base on a small island, they fell victims to a spell that landed them unconscious. When they both woke up, the little shack they were in was buried under feet and feet of tightly packed sand.

The oxygen was going to get sparse soon, and all they had was their bags and limited ingredients for spells.

Hence Sam’s solution.

Dean doesn’t like it one bit, but time isn’t on their side.

“He’s barely an angel anymore, how do we know it’s even gonna work?”

“It has to work. It’s all we got, Dean.”

“Shit.”

“Dean?” Dean jumps and almost drops his phone when Cas calls from behind him.

He hangs up, quickly, and puts the phone in his back pocket. Cas is standing in front of him, eyebrows meeting above his nose. He’s taken off his coat, because it’s hot and humid with the sand pressing around them, and his white dress shirt sticks to his skin. Dean does his best not to stare.

“What did Sam say?”

Just thinking about repeating Sam’s words to Cas has Dean’s heart thumping against his ribs. Probably loud enough for the angel to hear.

“Um.”

“Dean?”

Fuck, now he’s blushing like a road flare.

“Okay, so. Sam found a counter spell.”

“Good,” Cas sighs, his shoulders sagging. “Do we have everything we need?”

“Yeah, it’s pretty basic. There’s just, um, one thing.”

Cas raises his eyebrows, awaits the end of Dean’s sentence. That doesn’t seem to want to come.

“The spell calls for… angelic… um. Spunk.”

“Spunk?”

“Yeah, y’know.”

“I don’t,” Cas frowns.

“Sperm, Cas. We need your jizz for the spell.”

Cas opens his mouth and closes it. Looks at the sand blocking the window. Then back up at Dean.

“What kind of spell is that?”

“I don’t know, dude, but that’s what Sam said. Rowena found it or something. This isn’t normal magic or whatever, so this is all she could find.”

“So I need to ejaculate?”

Fuck, hearing Cas say ejaculate shouldn’t be as nerve wracking as it is.

“Yeah. So I’m just gonna give you a little privacy, and–”

“I’ve never–”

Dean stops on his way out the door and turns around to find Cas looking small and lost, playing with his shirt cuffs. There’s only two rooms in the shack and he fully intends to not be in the same one as Cas when the deed happens.

“I don’t know how,” Cas murmurs.

“C’mon, dude. You’ve been watching humanity for millennials. I’m sure you know people with dicks get off.”

“Yes, but–”

Cas rolls his eyes up to the non-existent sky.

“I’m not sure how I’m supposed to get an erection. This isn’t exactly a sexually stimulating environment, and even with the help of my grace, in order to achieve orgasm–”

“Can’t you just think about something hot? Like porn?”

“Porn is not very arousing for me.”

“You got hard watching that pizza man video! Think about that.”

Cas’ cheeks are red hot and he’s staring at the floor.

“There was a reason for that.”

“Okay…? Look, dude, we don’t got all day here, so–”

“It’s because you were there.”

“Me’n’Sam? Why the hell would you–”

“Not sam. You. It got an erection because you were there. I was aroused by the idea of you. Watching me.”

Dean opens his mouth. Closes it. He can feel the sweat beading on his forehead and gets the urge to take off more layers of his clothes. It’s so fucking hot in here, even with Castiel’s cold blue stare pinned on him.

“So what – what do you want me to do?”

“Could you help me?”

“I–”

Dean’s mouth feels stodgy. His jeans are sticking uncomfortably to his legs, and he pulls at his shirt in an attempt to get some air to cool down his skin. It doesn’t work. The wet sand they’re buried under makes the air heavy and sticky, and it smells of salt and fish. Not exactly a sexy environment.

Castiel gives him the softest puppy eyes and Dean is too weak to resist. He’s pretty sure he should want to, but he doesn’t.

It’d be a lie if he said he’s never thought about it. If he said he hadn’t insisted on going on this stupid hunt just so they could drive to the Poconos and spend a few nights alone together in a romantic cabin… Maybe get a nice dinner. Maybe tell Cas he’s been in love with him for years. Who knows.

And now they’re stuck here, in this miserable little shack, and Cas needs an orgasm, and who is Dean to deny him?

“Um. Okay.”

He steps closer. Looks down between Cas’ legs. There’s nothing to see yet, but Dean’s already blushing like a ripe tomato.

Cas watches him with something akin to fright in his eyes.

“What do you want me to do?”

“Maybe just… talk me through it,” Cas says.

“Right.”

Dean’s not disappointed. That would be crazy, to be disappointed.

“I’m sorry,” Cas murmurs, looking down.

His cheeks are bright pink and for a moment Dean forgets about the case, about the murderous sea witches and their imminent death by asphyxiation, too taken by the sight of an Angel of Lord and his eyelashes fluttering on the delicate blush of his cheeks. He’s so fucking beautiful.

“I don’t want you to do anything against your will. I don’t want to force myself on you. You’re just the only thing that arouses me, and–”

Dean grabs Cas’ shirt and pulls him forward. Cas falls against his chest with a soft oof, stopping himself with his hands on Dean’s heart.

Their noses brush. Dean smiles, and tries to be brave.

“Cas. Believe me, I’m very willing, alright?”

Cas’ gaze flutters down to Dean’s lips, and then up again, his blue eyes filled with wonder. Filled with Dean.

“I’m here for whatever you need. Whatever you want. I’m in.”

“Kiss me?”

“Yeah,” Dean breathes out, and he does.

It’s better than anything Dean ever dreamed of. And he did dream. A lot. About how it would feel to kiss Cas.

He never imaged it’d feel this good. That it’d feel this right.

And he wishes he could take all the time in the world to taste Cas’ lips, to explore all the possibilities of his mouth, of his tongue. But they can’t, right now, and Cas growls in frustration when Dean pulls away. But his anger quickly fades when Dean drops to his knees. The sand is wet and soaks through Dean’s jeans, but he barely feels it.

He’s already too far gone on Cas, who threads his fingers through Dean’s hair and traces the shape of his lips with his thumb. His hand is shaking, so Dean grabs it and kisses his palm until it steadies. Then he leans forward and presses his face into the fabric of Cas’ pants. He can feel Cas’ cock hardening quickly against his mouth, under the heat of his breath, the caress of his lips.

He undoes Castiel’s slacks and shoves down his underwear down. It’s kind of a blur. His mind only clear against when he takes the head of Cas’ cock between his lips, when his eyes flutter close and precome spurts on his tongue.

Dean always wondered if he’d taste different than a human, but he doesn’t. Not really. It still feels different, though. It feels very different, especially when he leans forward until he can feel the soft cockhead hitting the back of his throat. His lips stretch around Cas’ width, around the smooth, warm, firm shape of him. He’s so soft against his lips. Heavy on his tongue, he’s large and Dean almost chokes on him.

He’s getting hard too, from feeling Cas in his mouth, but this isn’t about him right now. Cas doesn’t taste different, truly, yet he’s still the best Dean’s ever had. He grabs on to Cas’ hips to steady himself when Cas starts moaning. He sounds so fucking wrecked already, and his fingers tighten in Dean’s hair, and it stings a little and Dean loves it way too much.

He laps and sucks and suckles, spit rolls down his chin, he strokes Cas’ thighs, allows him to move. When his legs start shaking he lets Cas thrust forward and hold Dean in place, struggles to keep his throat open and swallow around him. Cas pulls him off almost roughly, grabs the bowl on the table and comes all over, half on Dean’s face, half in the bowl, with a broken cry.

He looks dazed and fucked out when Dean scrambles to his feet. Cas grabs him and kisses him before Dean can get to the spell, and they might die but Dean can’t help but let himself savour it. Cas moans as he tastes himself in Dean’s mouth, and Dean feels dizzy with the thought that Cas wants him. He wants him like this.

It takes them a few minutes to gather the rest of the ingredient, chant the incantation, and set fire to them.

Dean only realizes they’re holding hands when Cas’ fingers tighten around his own as the sunlight beams through the windows, blinding after the previous darkness.

“Looks like it worked,” Dean grins.

“Yes.”

Cas smiles when they look at each other. Dean doesn’t pull his hand away, only brushes his thumb on Cas’ fingers.

“We should probably go back to shore,” he suggests, even though he doesn’t really want to leave.

“Yes. That would be a good idea.”

Neither of them move. Cas casts a quick look at the small bed.

“Or we could extend our vacation a little and I could… return the favour.”

Sam is not happy at all when he barges in a couple of hours later, panicked and out of breath, to find them cuddling naked in the tiny bed.

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fictionalabyss · 6 years

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They call me Gabriel.

Pairing : Gabriel x Reader, Winchesters.

Word count : 4,111

Warnings : Injured Reader, Angry/depressed Reader, painkillers/alcohol (mentioned very briefly), Vomiting, Pranks, Grumpy Winchesters (Mostly Dean), protective Gabe.

A/N : This very much started out as one thing and got away from me. The request was a Gabriel hurt/comfort fic, I might owe you another one lol.

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Of all the things to take you out, you never expected it to be a fucking car.

Shifter, maybe. Wendigo, sure. Demon, why not. But a fucking Cadillac? Come on.

You remember it hitting you, the shock of pain and then nothing. Not until you woke up in the hospital and they started in on the 21 questions while you got looked over. Far as you knew, no one you knew had come in or asked about you, and you were pissed when you got back to the motel and found out the guy you had been with had left, leaving your shit and the bill behind.

Being a hunter, you were okay with the idea of dying somewhere and no one knowing. But you figured the sack of shit you had been hunting with the last two months would have noticed when you didn't come back and maybe looked for you.

The only person who had noticed your absence during your hospital stay had been the guy at the front desk, only because he was pissed about you leaving your things in the room for so long, and he’d started in on you the second he saw you coming. Turning, you threatened to shove your cast up his ass if he didn't fuck off, and he quickly hurried off saying he was calling the police. Whether or not he did, didn't matter. You were gone before they got there. You, your bandages, your casts and crutches, very cautiously driving to the next town and a new room with a new alias.

Once settled, you made a call. A mutual friend. You filled them in on what happened, and before you angrily slammed the phone, you said “Let that piece of shit think I’m fucking dead somewhere, because when he sees me again, I want him fucking scared.”

To say you were angry was an understatement.

You were also depressed about the whole thing. You’d been kinda seeing the guy. A chance meeting in a bar, finding out he was a hunter too, you had stupidly thought maybe it could work. Two months of warming that assholes bed and having his back apparently mean fucking nothing. The one person you thought might notice, couldn’t fucking care less.

So much for hunters having each others backs.

There was two days of angry brooding. And then your mood seemed to plummet. You felt useless. What good was a hunter who couldn't hunt? So you gave in to painkillers, a bottle of whiskey and trashy tv.

“You know, Jerry Springer oddly enough isn't the trashiest thing on tv these days.”

Startled by the voice, you grabbed the gun you kept on you and cocked it, pointed at the person’s head suddenly sitting next to you. “What the fuck are you?”

“I think you mean who.”

“I mean what.” you growled, gun not wavering in the slightest. “Nothing human appears out of thin air like that. So what the fuck are you and why shouldn't I blow your fucking brains out?”

“He's human.” he motions to himself. “Or rather, was..”

You sniff at the air. “You're no demon.”

“Nope.” He pops the p. “I'm so much more.” he smiles almost smugly.

“I'm not asking again.”

“You know..” he sighs and stands from the couch. “Maybe this is why he took off. You need to mellow out.”

You followed suit, standing, albeit gingerly on your broken leg, and when he turned to face you the gun was in his face.

“I'm an angel.”

“Bullshit.” He motioned to the side with his head, and as you started to glance around, the lights began to flicker and the room seemed to vibrate as the massive wings began to appear behind him. “Shit..” the gun started to lower.

“They call me Gabriel. Archangel.” You looked at him almost in shock and he smiled. “What, demons can be real but not angels?”

“Why.. If angels and God were real, why would they let the world be this shit?”

“We didn't let it, Sugar.” He gently took the gun from your hand and tossed it onto the couch. “You did.” You furrowed your brow, and he could see the anger coming back, so his hand came up to stop you. “Humanity did.”

“You think we want this!?”

“Yeah.” he nodded with a shrug. “We didn't make the monsters and the demons, sweetheart. Humanity was given free will and this is what was done with it. People made their choices. This is the outcome. I'm sorry.”

You thought about that for a minute. Demons and witches made deals to get where they were. “Choices often made out of desperation…” you muttered but continued to think. Even some other monsters you hunted started off normal and human until they weren't anymore.

“Or greed.” he shrugged. “Are you desperate? You sounded angry and a bit depressed in your prayers-”

“I don't pray.” you snapped at him and he smiled.

“You do. I can hear you.”

“Then where the fuck were you when I was in the hospital?”

“Busy. But I'm here now.” he held out his arms with a wide smile plastered to his face.

“Well, you can leave now.” He shook his head so you dropped back onto the couch and put your attention back onto the people fighting on the screen. “Why not? Why are you here?”

“You needed a friend.” he sat next to you again and snapped his fingers to change the channel, and suddenly Maury was on. “He is the father, by the way.”

“What?” seconds later the envelope was opened and the announcement was made. You gave him a surprised look.

“I told you. Angel.” he winked. “Wanna have some fun? I could use some fun. You could use some fun.”

“I could use some new limbs.” you muttered more to yourself than him.

“Want me to heal all that for you?” His finger waved around, gesturing at all of you.

“No.” you shook your head, not looking at him. “Its a reminder.”

“To avoid Cadillacs?”

“To not trust people.” you glanced at him.

“Oh yeah, you need some fun, Pumpkin. Come on.” He stands and holds out a hand.

“I can't really go anywhere..” you gesture down at your leg.

“Don't worry, Sugar. We're flying angel class.” He grabs your hand, pulls you to your feet and with a final wink, everything shifts.

When the room around you settles and you're on solid footing again, you drop to your good knee and puke, most of it landing in someone's boot.

“Yeah, it takes some getting use to. Sorry sweet-cheeks.” He gives you an awkward smile as you wipe your mouth on your sleeve.

“Where are we and why?”

“Friends. Family? A bit of both, in a sense.” he smiles. “My favorite people to bug when I need cheering up. I figured maybe some pranks would make you laugh. I sure as hell will be laughing when Dean-o puts his boots back on.” he pointed to the boots you had just happened to barf into. “Good prank, Sugar.”

“Happy coincidence.” you mutter sarcastically, waving a hand at him so he'll help you up. “Can we go now? I'm not exactly feeling up to more strangers. Especially if they're like you.”

“No one is like me.” He grins and winks. “And we aren't done, come on.”

Again it all shifts and settles, and though this time you find yourself in the backseat of a car, you still double over and puke.

“Oh, Dean is gonna be pissed!” he laughs. “I wonder how long it'll take him to notice…” he mused softly to himself. “Oh! New plan. I need your phone.”

Before you can even tell him it was left behind at the motel, he snaps his fingers and it's in his hands. “What are you doing?”

“Sending Sasquatch a text. Hang on. This'll be fun.” You watch him send a quick text, nothing more than coordinates and then he's done. “Alright we gotta move from here, so let's hide over-”

“Oh no.” you pull your hand away the second he grabs it. “No more flying angel air. I already lost lunch and dinner. I'd like to keep breakfast.”

“Fair enough.”

“Dean!?”

“Shower!”

Sam moves towards the shower and leans on the door frame. “So I got-”

“Shower, Sam.” Dean grumbled and looked out and over at his brother. “Shit showers for two weeks, let me have this.” He shot Sam a look before ducking back under the water.

Sam sighed. “I got a weird text, Dean. Like dad use to send.”

“Coordinates?” Dean scrubbed at his chest and shoulders.

“And nothing else. But dad's dead..”

“Nothing stays dead anymore.” Dean mumbled.

“Exactly.” Sam glanced down at his phone.

“Look it up. Give me five damn minutes. Okay? We'll check it out.”

“Yeah, alright.” Sam turns and heads back to his room and his laptop.

Sam had just recently closed his laptop, and was now packing it, and everything else he'd need into his bag when Dean left the showers and headed back to his room.

It was quiet for a while, and Sam figure his brother was doing the same, so he grabbed his bag and headed out to place it on the table in the war room and wait for Dean to be ready.

“Son of a bitch!”

Sam's head shot around and the sound of his brother yelling. “Dean?” Dean came storming in with an odd limp, and Sam noticed he was walking on just the heel on his right foot. As Dean got closer, Sam winced. “Oh god, what is that smell?”

“Tha-” Dean's jaw clenched as he stopped and lifted up his foot. “That smell is your barf, you douche.”

“Dean, I haven't been sick in a long while.”

“Well I didn't puke in my own fucking boot!”

Sam's eyebrows shot up and he looked down as Dean gingerly pulled off his sock. “I didn't..” he shook his head.

“Yeah, whatever. Just get in the fucking car.” Dean threw the offending sock across the room.

“You can't leave that there, it'll-”

“Get in the fucking car, Sammy.” Dean turned his stern big brother look on Sam and pointed to the door. “You owe me new boots. Now what the fuck am I going to wear..?” Dean grumbled.

“Wear your fed shoes, and we'll stop in somewhere on the way out, okay?”

“I'm going to be useless on this thing.” Dean pulled off his other sock despite it being clean. “Breaking in new damn boots all over again. Those were my good boots, Sammy. My lucky boots.”

“Luck- Dean, you died four times since you got those.”

“And I came back every time.” he shot the clean sock to where the other lay. “I'm throwing these out.”

“Dean, just wash them, they're socks-”

“No, it's disgusting, okay.” Dean started back towards the room. “Even my jeans feel disgusting now.”

Sam rolled his eyes as Dean disappeared from sight, and hitched his bag up over his shoulder before heading up the stairs.

Hearing someone's yell echo through the space, both your heads swiveled towards the sound. “Let's go.” Gabe opened the door and scooted out, grabbing your hand and helping you along once you were out. “We'll hide over there until they're gone.”

Glancing behind you and pushing the door shut, it wasn't until you were a few feet away that something hit you. “That car…”

“Yeah, yeah, it's nice, let’s go.” He dragged you along.

“Is that..” Your eyes went wide. “Is that the fucking Impala?!”

Gabe tugged your arm and dragged you down behind some dusty old car tucked off to the side. “Shh.”

“Dean- Dean who?” He went to shush you again, but you didn't give him a chance. “Dean who!”

“Winchester.” he whispered.

Your eyes went wide. “I puked in Dean Winchester's fucking car! Oh shit. Oh shit.” you hunkered down as much as you could.

“Know him?”

“Know of him. And that car. Oh shit I'm so dead.” Your head went back against the cold metal of the car just as the door opened.

“Shhh. Sasquatch.” he motioned with his thumb and you sneakily looked up and saw a giant of a man moving past the other side of the car.

“That Dean?” you mouthed

He shook his head. “Sam.” He mouthed back.

With a furrowed brow, Sam looked around and you both ducked. A moment later, you hear him pop the trunk, and then a second pair of footsteps started making their way closer.

With a quiet snap of his fingers, a small portable tv appeared in Gabe’s hand and he gave a wink.

“What's with that face?”

“N-Nothing..”

“Sammy-”

“Do you not smell that? Is it you?”

Dean clenched his jaw as he drove down an empty road just outside Lawrence. “I threw out the socks and boots, even changed my jeans. That damn smell is burned into my nose. So yeah, I smell it.”

“But why do I smell it?” Sam glanced around.

“Just tell me what you have. I'll shower again when we get there.” Dean was obviously annoyed with the topic.

“Yeah.. uh.. so, the coordinates are in Montana.”

“Number?”

“Unlisted. Did some digging and found it belongs to a hunter-”

“Obviously.” Dean rolled his eyes.

Sam shot him a look. “A hunter named Y/N Y/L/N.”

Deans brow furrowed as he tried to think. “Never heard of her.. she hot?” a ghost of a smile graced his lips.

“How would I know?”

“She has your number.”

“I have no idea who she is.” He shrugged. “Maybe she knew dad and he told her how to find us if she needed to..”

“I swear to god, if we go out there and find more siblings…”

Sam was quiet for a bit, but he couldn't take it anymore. “It smells like someone threw up in here-”

“Drop it, Sam!”

Once they were gone, and Gabriel was sure they wouldn't turn around, he stood and helped you up, snapping his fingers so you had your crutches. “Come on. We have about 17 hours until they find the surprise at the end of the road, so let's have some fun.”

The second you spotted the library, your eyes lit up and you started scanning the books. Gabe smiled to himself and settled down just to watch you for a bit, his little tv set on the table, so he keep keep an out for Dean noticing barf number two, and he kicked his feet up, crossing his ankles. He had time on his side, and plenty of it.

After buying his boots, Dean had tossed the bag with his fed shoes into the back seat without a glance and grumbled about the tight fit of his new boots.

The drive was silent until they got to the motel in a town just a few miles off from the coordinates. Sam was quick to get out of the car and take in a deep breath of fresh air.

“Shut up.” Dean grumbled at him as he got out.

“I didn't say any-”

“Shut it.” Dean pointed at him and shut his door and moved to open the back one. When he reached in for the bag, his face scrunched up at the smell, and then he saw it. “You fucking puked in my car!?”

Sam turned as Dean shut up. “What? No.”

“My fucking car, Sam!”

Sam ducked down and looked in the back passenger side window, and sure enough on the floor behind the driver side front seat was a puddle of vomit, dried and crusted after the 17 plus hours they had spent in the car. “It wasn't me.”

“Who the fuck else could it be?” Dean’s arms went out wide.

Sam straighten again, confused. “I really don't know, Dean. I swear it wasn't-”

“Just go get is checked in.” Dean grabbed the bag and slammed the door. “Going to find a damn car wash.” he tossed Sam the bag.

Dean had barely waited for Sam to get the bags out of the trunk before he was tearing off the lot. Sam sighed and headed into the front office. “Hi. I need a room. Twin, if possible.” He smiled politely at the man behind the desk, but his mind was working, trying to figure out what was going on.

“He found it!” Gabe was laughing, and you looked up from the sandwich he had made you.

“Just now? How did it take so long?” Gabe turned the small tv, and you watched as Dean yelled at his brother before taking off.

“He figured the smell was just lingering on him, I guess.” he laughed. “Oh man. This is funny.”

“That's disgusting.” your face was scrunched up. The screen showed Dean driving along alone. “Please tell me he's going to get his car cleaned.”

“Yeah.” Gabe chuckled.

“What did you leave for them to find, anyways?” you ask before taking another bite of your sandwich.

“Nothing big.” He shrugged, like it was no big deal.

“Here.” Sam pointed off the road. “Turn here.”

“No road.” Dean pulled into the field just enough to be off the road. “Walk?”

“Yeah.” Sam opened his door and got out, glancing down at his phone as he went, Dean just a few steps behind. Suddenly, he stopped and started looking around.

“What?”

“Says we’re here..”

“Where?”

“Here.” Sam showed him. “It says this is the place..”

“You sure?” Dean started looking around too. “There’s nothing here.” Dean was squinting as he glanced around. The sun had set an hour ago. “Fan out? See what we see?” Sam nodded. “Don’t go too far, Sammy.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Sam muttered, tucking his phone into his pocket and pulling out his gun, just in case. Sam only made it about 20 or 30 steps when he saw something. “Dean!” He pointed to a figure hidden in the shadow of some trees a good distance away.

Dean followed Sam’s finger. “Got it.” He motioned with Sam to go around while he went straight. Neither had any idea what they were dealing with since as far as they knew, nothing was going on anywhere near here, so they weren’t taking chances.

As he moved closer, he realized the figure didn’t move. Not a single inch. Even if whoever it was had no idea it was being watched, it should have moved by now. He even tried calling out, to test his theory, and sure enough, nothing. And when he was a few feet away from it, he saw why.

“Son of a bitch! Sammy!”

Sam hurried over, no longer trying to stalk the thing. “Wha-” but when he saw, he groaned.

Standing in front of them was a cardboard cutout of Gabriel in his latest Casa Erotica persona. Stuck to the cutout, was a phone. And as if it knew they were there, the phone suddenly lit up and played, on a loop, a video of Gabe saying “Gotcha.”

“GABRIEL YOU DOUCHE!” Dean screamed up at the sky. “I’m coming for you!”

As soon as Gabe saw the brothers get to the field, he put his little tv on mute. He chuckled when he could hear Dean yelling in his head, and glanced up at you. “Enjoying the books?”

You nodded. “It’s incredible.”

He smiled. “Just don’t put them back where you found them.”

“What? Why not?”

He shrugged. “There’s no real system here.”

“But-”

“Just have some fun with me, come on. Don’t make me mess with them all by myself. You started this.” He teased.

“I did not!”

“You puked in Dean’s shoes. And his car.” He grinned.

You groaned, and your forehead hit the pages you had been reading. “He’s going to kill me, isn’t he.”

“Not if you do as I say and mess up the books in here a little.” You looked up at him. “Trust me.”

Gabe had wandered off hours ago, snooping around for other ways to mess with the brothers. When you had gotten tired, Gabe had stuck you in a room he said his brother used, and that no one would mind. When you woke up, he was coming out of Dean’s room with a wink and heading for the showers. Rolling your eyes, you went and grabbed something to eat in the kitchen and then headed back the library. That had been the last you had seen Gabe, and that had been about 3 hours ago.

Taking a bite of the pie, you hear a door, and glanced up. Foot falls made their way down the stairs and there was plenty of grumbling. Frantically, you glanced around for Gabe as you watched the two large men moving past. You hunkered down a bit in the chair hoping to go unnoticed but the taller of the two glanced around, eyes locking with yours. “Dean…”

Before Dean could turn, Gabe seemed to appear out of nowhere. “Nice trip?”

“I’m gonna fucking kill you! My fucking car, Gabriel!”

“Okay, now, many things could be blamed on me, but I didn’t do that.”

“Still your fault.” You mumbled, and Dean turned at the sound.

“I’m sorry, who is that?”

“Friend of mine.”

“Friend of-” Dean licked his lips. “What are we now, a B&B?” He motioned to the plate on the table. “Just come in, eat other peoples food-” He froze when he realized what was on the plate. “My pie!? You barfed on my shit and then ate my pie!?” He moved forward and snatched the plate off the table with a pout.

“I’m sorry about the barf, really.. I- He didn’t warn me about the flying, and as soon as I got here I couldn’t help it and-”

“Who the hell are you?”

“You’re Y/N Y/L/N?” You nodded at Sam in response.

“You normally run around pranking people with this douche? Cuz it’s a sure fire way to get you shot. Hell, I wanna shoot you.” Dean growled and slammed the plate down making you flinch. “You’re paying me back for the boots, the car and the damn pie.”

“Play nice.” Gabe growled.

“Why?” Dean turned and pointed at Gabe. “I’m tired of your shit, Gabriel.”

“Because she’s injured.” Sam glanced over as you stood from the chair and grabbed your crutches. “She needs a place to lay low so she can heal up. I brought her here.”

Taking in the extent of your injures that he could see, Sam took a few steps closer. “What happened, hunt gone bad?”

“She was left for dead.” Gabe said it to Dean, which made him relax a little and glance over too.

“Cadillac.” You answered. “Leaving a hunt. Hit and run. Asshole I was hunting with fucked off while I was in the hospital. Didn’t seem to care if I was dead of alive.”

“A hunter just left you?”

You gave Sam a nod. “Warming a guys bed for to months doesn’t mean shit, apparently.” You glanced down at your cast.

“She was depressed, alone. I brought her here, had a bit of fun, let her relax-”

“Get the fuck out.” Everyone glanced at Dean. “She can stay, but you, I don’t want to see your face again today.” He growled at Gabe before storming out of the library. “And someone better get me some damn pie!”

“I’ll go on a run.” Sam sighed and went to grab the bag he had dropped when he spotted you. “You need anything?” He glanced back at you, figuring he might as well ask. You shook your head, and he gave a nod before leaving.

Sam was sorting through the books of the library, grumbling about how they were all out of place. You bit your lip and glanced at Gabriel who was sitting in an armchair reading, and he gave you a wink. Chuckling softly, you shook your head. As much as you hated to admit it, and as scared as you had been about getting on the notorious Winchester brothers bad side, this had been exactly what you needed. A few pranks, a good friend. Maybe not everything supernatural was bad after all.

“GABRIEL!”

Your head shot up, and when you glanced at Gabe he had a massive grin on his face. “That’s my cue to leave, Sugar.” He winked.

“I’M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!”

“Pray if you need me.” Gabriel vanished from the room, and Dean came storming in, towel around his waist, water dripping down his body, and bright hot pink hair on his head. You couldn’t help but burst out laughing, and Sam was quick to join when he saw.

“Where is he?” Dean growled.

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Left outside alone

Request: I liked never again! can you write something similar but not abo?DeanxViring reader and when she gets pregnant he stop talking with her they always talked about everything and for all the 7 month Sam helps her when she vomit,doctor.One day jody&Claire comes visit and she doesn’t feel well so jody helps her shower and dean enters the bathroom without knocking and see her naked with the bump for the first time and ask jody to leave, he helps her both crying fluff smut end, possessive dean and sam

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam, unnamed doctor, Claire Novak, Jody Mills

Warnings: language, angst, sad reader, heartbreak, pregnant reader, unplanned pregnancy, implied smut, light smut, loss of virginity, unprotected sex (with consequences), oral (female receiving), slow sex, smut (unprotected), fingering, morning sickness, arguments, mother hen Sam, possessive Dean, fluff

“Dean, you feel so good. I think I’m close.“ You whisper.

Kissing your neck softly Dean rolls his hips slowly. Bringing you unknown pleasure he whispers loving words into your ear.

Your hands hold tight onto his back when you fall apart for him.

Not far behind Dean moans your name before he fills you with his cum.

Sitting in the library you sob. That was two months ago. Before you got to know you’re pregnant. Before he started to ignore you. He’s not even talking to you anymore.

For two months Sam is your rock. Taking the role Dean should fulfill Sam is always there for you. Playing the big brother you never had he keeps you upright.

You understand that Dean is mad. That he doesn’t want a baby…with you. It was his fault too. He knew you are a virgin. That you didn’t take birth control as you were single.

Still, he blames you and you alone. At least you think so as he never said a single word to you after you told him about your pregnancy.

“Hey, you ready?” Sam asks softly.

“Yeah, thanks for driving me to my appointment and for coming with me, Sam.” You whisper.

“I want to see the baby too. The little bean grows fast. Even if Dean isn’t interested, I’m. I’m going to be an uncle.”

Giving Sam a shy smile you try to hide the hurting once again. You let him take your virginity and now he ignores you.

“We should go. I don’t want to…” You don’t end the sentence as Dean enters the library.

That’s exactly what you tried to avoid. Meeting him before an ultrasound is the worst.

Sam sees your discomfort right away. Shaking his head, he slings an arm around your shoulders to shield you from his big brother's angry looks. Slowly walking out of the bunker, you try to push the tears away.

----

“The baby is healthy and everything is fine, Y/N. Don’t worry I will help you no matter what,” Sam says when you walk back into the bunker.

“I know but that’s not the same. All the women come with the father of the babies. How shall I explain to my baby that I was only a one night stand for her father?”

“Daughter?”

“Castiel told me so last week. I will call her Mary Charlene. Do you like the name?”

“It’s a beautiful name, Y/N. Mom would be very happy and Charlie too.”

“I got no one else to ask…”

“I’m so sorry that Dean acts like a complete douche.”

“That’s not your fault Sammy, you know that. You’re the best. Without you and Cas I would break down all the time.”

“Rest a bit I’ll bring you a sandwich later.”

“Thanks, for everything.”

------

Sam can no longer hold back his anger. Another ultrasound and Dean didn’t man up. Storming into his big brother room Sam clenches his jaw.

“You act like a stupid child!”

“I didn’t want a baby. Not in life like ours!”

“But you will become a father! You seduce her not the other way around. Y/N was innocent. You knew that and still, you couldn’t let your cock into your pants. Now she’s pregnant and thinks she was only one of your one night stands.”

“That’s not true!”

“Sure. But you act like that. This is your fault, not hers. You are an experienced partner. How could you forget to use a condom? Since when do you have unprotected sex? She was completely inexperienced. It wasn’t her job to use protection! It was your job to protect her and you failed. Don’t blame her for your mistake!”

“Still I don’t want a baby!”

“Fine. Whatever! She has me! Forget that I tried to make you see she needs you. Continue playing around with random sluts and I’ll take care of your responsibility…like always!” Sam yells slamming the door behind him shut.

-----

“Shhh…calm down. It’s only another ultrasound, Mary…” You whisper stroking your 5 months baby bump.

“Is she kicking you?” Sam chuckles holding your hand while you wait for the doctor to make the ultrasound.

“Yeah, very lively today.”

“Do you feel better?”

“A bit. Thanks for holding my hair this morning. I had hoped the morning sickness would get better but the last week was hell.”

“No need to thank me, Y/N. We will make it, okay. Just tell me if you need help.”

Squeezing the gentle giants hand you hold back the tears.

Why couldn’t you fall for Sam instead for his ignorant big brother?

-----

“Where is my favorite pregnant lady?” Jody asks entering the bunker.

“I want to see her bump!” Claire adds.

“She doesn’t feel well.” Sam sighs.

“Still so bad? I mean the morning sickness?”

“I know. Seven months and still she suffers so much.”

“I will check on her. I had it worse during my pregnancy too, Sam. Have a break. I know it is hard for you to take care of her. She isn’t your girlfriend. I can’t believe he didn’t take care of her.” Jody says.

“He’s an asshole!” Claire mutters.

“Claire!”

“What Jody? It’s true! Even I know it’s his fault she got pregnant. I know she was a virgin, Jody! Girls talk!”

“Okay, Sam I think you should keep an eye on the young lady, or she will scratch Dean’s eyes out!” Jody chuckles.

“You can count on that! Stupid selfish bastard! How can he treat her like that? She thought he loves her!”

“Claire I really got no clue. I thought so too, believe me, I tried to talk to him so many times. He insists on not wanting a baby. I got no clue what else I could try. I even begged him to at least say something to her. He used to talk about everything with her. I can see the hurting in her eyes, and it kills me.” Sam whispers.

“Hey, I didn’t mean to insult you, Sam. I know you helped her the whole time. You are her tall rock. She told me so.” Claire says sadly.

“I know. Let’s try to help her.”

“Okay, you two relax and I will help Y/N for the next days.” Jody states.

“Yes, ma’am!” Sam chuckles.

-----

“How do you feel Y/N?” Jody asks entering your room.

“Not that good. My stomach is fighting me again and the little girl is kicking me. On top of all, he gave me an angry look again.” You whisper.

“How about a hot shower? It helped me relax.”

“I’m a bit shaky today, I don’t think I can shower right now.”

“Let me help you.”

“Jody, that’s a bit embarrassing.”

“Nothing is embarrassing. We are grown, women. You need help so I will help you. Even Sam would help you, but I guess you don’t want him to see you naked.”

“No, he helped me so much the last months. I can’t ask him to do that too.”

“Then it is decided. Let me help you.”

“Thanks, Jody.”

“Come on. Let us get you cleaned up, honey.”

-----

“Okay, we managed to undress you. Now I will stand under the spray with you and clean your body.”

“Thank you, Jody.” You whisper.

Testing the water pressure and the heat Jody holds her hand under the spray. Both of you don’t hear the door to the bathroom silently opening.

Slowly stroking your swollen stomach, you don’t see Dean’s wide eyes at the sight of your baby bump. A single tear is rolling down his cheek when he sees you looking so sad.

“What do you want in here!” Jody mutters seeing Dean standing in the door frame.

“I…Y/N?”

Trying to cover yourself you grab a towel. Not looking into Dean’s eyes, you cast your look down.

“If you came to yell at her it’s the wrong moment. She’s not feeling well. Hell, she can’t even shower on her own. But you don’t care – right? You had your fun.” Jody grunts now.

“Can you leave us alone, Jody? Please. I will help her.” Dean says.

“I won’t leave her alone. She needs my help. Her legs are still shaky. Do you want her to slip and get hurt or lose the baby?”

“I said I will help her. Please let me help her, Jody.”

Searching Dean’s face Jody sees regret and desperation coloring his features. Taking a deep breath, she nods.

----

“Let me help you. Please.” Dean whispers when you flinch away.

“Why? Jody could help me. I don’t need your help. Go and do whatever you did the last months while Sam took your place.” You sob.

“Baby, please. I’m sorry. It’s…I wasn’t ready to become a father. I never wanted to hurt you. I know I don’t deserve forgiveness but let me at least help you.”

“You don’t want to help me. The last months proved your intentions. Just let me be. I don’t need your help. I survived the last seven months without you. I don’t need your pity.”

“Please.”

----

Outside the bathroom, Claire is pacing around. Angrily looking at Jody and Sam she wants to burst through the door.

----

“What do you want? I already gave you all I had to give. I let you have what no other man ever got from me and you just stopped talking to me. Not a single word Dean! Do you know how that felt? How I felt? I didn’t know what to do! I was pregnant and scared but my best friend, the man I always told everything, just dropped me. You left me outside alone!” Starting to cry you feel dizzy.

Before you can slip to the floor two strong arms catch you. Holding you to his chest Dean gently strokes your back while he let some tears fall.

“I know I acted like an idiot but please let me help you.”

“Okay.” You whisper weakly.

“Let’s get you a warm shower and then I will tug you into your bed.”

“I need to change the sheets first…”

“Huh? Why?”

“I ate a burger in bed, and it slipped out of my hand…there’s food in my bed.”

“You are still clumsy…I see.” Chuckling Dean kicks his shoes off. Resting your back against the cool tiles you wait for Dean to get undressed.

Carefully helping you into the shower he presses his chest against your back. A soft sponge in his hand he uses your favorite shower gel to gently clean your body.

Taking his time, he roams your body with his hands and the sponge. One of his hand’s rests on your baby bump to stroke it.

A moan escapes your lips when he kisses your neck softly. Dean knows he crosses a line if he goes further but the need to touch you again is getting too strong.

“I’ve missed you. I missed my best friend.” He whispers in your ear.

“I wasn’t away.” You say pouting.

“Can we try to…I want to…please. I need you in my life. The last months were hell for me. I tried to keep my distance. Every time I saw you with Sam it killed me.”

“That was your decision, not mine or Sam’s. You ignored me not the other way around.”

“I know. I’m an idiot, what can I do?”

“Acting like an adult for example.” You mutter.

“Hmm…you’re still badass even with the huge bump.”

“I’m not that huge!”

“Oh, you are and so sexy.” Dean rasps and your pussy clenches around nothing.

“Don’t do that!”

“What?”

“Using your low voice to make me feel … uh…you know what I mean!”

“Wet? Are you wet for me, Baby? Please say ‘yes’ because I can’t stop myself from thinking about you moaning my name.”

“I told you not to do that!” You scold.

“Hmmm…” One hand snaking between your legs and the other wrapped around your breasts he starts stroking your clit and you start whimpering.

“Dean!” You warn but he doesn’t stop. Drawing slow circles around your swollen bud he plants soft kisses to your neck.

“I know you want me. I can feel it. Please…all I want is make it up to you. Let me show you I can be a better man for you and a father for our daughter.” Dean begs.

Two long digits toy with your entrance. When another moan leaves your lips he pushes them in. Stroking your walls, he groans against your ear. Lips pressed against your pulse point he grinds his hips against your ass.

“Dean…are you hard?”

“I can’t help myself.” He whispers.

-----

“Okay, we should go now,” Jody says face flushed.

“Why?” Claire wants to know.

“We should let them ‘talk’ some more,” Sam lies.

“What if she needs our help?”

“Claire, I don’t think she needs our help right now. Let’s get some food for her. We can see her later.” Jody says dragging Claire away from the bathroom door.

-----

“I think I’m…god…I…” Digging your nails into the arm holding you against his body you pulse around his fingers.

“Please let me feel you again. All I want is to feel you right now.”

“In here? Isn’t that…uh…complicated and dangerous?”

“I will hold you. I need to feel you. Please.”

“But don’t let me fall.”

“Never. I’m sorry for what I did. I swear I wasn’t with someone else. I just … I got no excuse for what I did to you…”

“Dean…we can stay in here forever,” you whisper.

“Impatient? Wait I’ll hold you Baby, promised.”

Removing his fingers from your cunt he holds you tight with on strong arm. Using his free hand, he guides his cock into your slick channel.

He takes his time. Slowly sinking into you he moans against your ear. Plump lips bruising your neck while he bottoms out. Hands wrapped around your body he rolls his hips against your butt.

“God you feel perfect. You are perfect.”

His thrusts are slow and even. Not rushing things he drags his cock against your walls. Tiny whimpers escape your lips when he hits the right spot.

“Dean…I’m close.”

“I know. Come for me. Baby, please come for me.” He whispers and you start shaking.

Toes already curling you close your eyes when Dean brushes over the secret spot again. Moaning his name you enjoy the wave of pleasure washing over you.

Holding you even tighter he pumps harder into you an odd noises leaves Dean’s mouth before he fills you with his cum.

“I have missed you, Baby. Let me clean you again and bring you to my room. We can rest a bit.”

“Hmm…Sam wanted to help me build the cradle.”

“No, he won’t, this is my baby. I will do it!”

“But he offered his help.”

“Mine…you are mine.” Dean rasps gently pulling out of you.

“Uh…”

“Sam can’t have you or my baby. Let me do this…”

-----

After drying you Dean insisted on bringing you to his room. When you lie onto his bed, wearing one of his flannel he’s finally satisfied.

“I’ll bring you some food. Then we rest and later I will build the cradle.”

“Okay.”

Leaving his room he storms into the kitchen. Stealing the food Jody and Claire bought he grins the whole time.

“Did you finally talk?” Claire asks.

“Yeah. She will move into my room and stay there.” Dean grunts into Sam’s direction.

“What about the cradle and stuff?” Sam asks.

“I’ll do that. She’s my girlfriend, this is my baby.” Dean warns.

Grabbing the two plates filled with food he walks back toward his room. When he’s out of sight Sam starts smiling to himself.

“Why are you smiling?” Claire asks.

“Well, my brother finally manned up.”

“What did you do, Samuel?” Jody asks.

“I sent him to the bathroom to bring me my shirt,” Sam chuckles and Jody nods.

-----

“Look at all the food!” Dean says smiling.

“Whoa…you even got pie!” You squeal.

“Let’s eat and then we can cuddle a bit. I want to hold my girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend?”

“Hmmm…later we build the cradle and then we can ahem…cuddle some more. I’m sorry for my behavior. I love you. Should’ve told you much earlier.”

Flushing red at Dean’s confession you smile at him. “I love you too. Now give me the pie!”

“But I want some pie too,” Dean pouts.

“We could share.”

“But I only share my pie with you…”

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