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octoberclidan · 11 months

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Do You Want Me to do it Properly?

Request: This is my first time requesting so sorry if im doing it wrong 😭 could you do a dean fic of him figuring out the reader has a choking kink

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Note: this is 18+ due to quite explicit smut and, as per the request, involves a choking kink

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[Y/N] and Dean had arrived back in the bunker from a hunt in the late afternoon. It went well, just an average ghost, and there had been no casualties or major injuries. They had decided to hold off on the post-successful-hunt celebrations until the following night when Sam and Cas should be back from their hunt. Dean and [Y/N] planned to order pizza, kick back in the Dean Cave, and have a movie marathon. Although Dean and [Y/N] were close friends and had been living in the bunker together for a few years now, there was one issue with their plans; they clashed when it came to movie choices. They had gone their separate ways when they got back, planning to relax a bit before their inevitable argument over movies later.

[Y/N] decided to enjoy a bath, washing off all of the dirt and sweat from the hunt. The bunker had a large bath which she had grown very fond of. Neither of the boys tended to use it, and Cas didn't wash at all, so she was thankful to have it all to herself. She kept various body washes, shampoos, and conditioners on the side of the bath which the boys weren't allowed to touch. She lit some candles, breathing in her favourite scent, and relaxed with the tingling sensation of the bubbles popping on her skin. She hadn't allowed herself to properly relax in over a month; she'd been on back to back hunts with the boys for weeks, and this was the first night she was spending back in the bunker.

When the water cooled, she got herself out and towelled dry. She dried her hair and slipped into her most comfortable pyjamas, which were just a tank top and a pair of light shorts. She then walked down to Dean's door to see if he was ready for the movie night, but his room was empty. She continued along the corridor until she found the Dean Cave. Apart from her bedroom, this was the room in the bunker where she spent most of her free time, when she wasn't working on a case. Stepping inside, she found Dean looking through a stack of DVDs, and the table in front of them full of snacks.

"DVDs? I thought we were going to find something on Netflix that we hadn't watched yet". She said as she sat down on the couch beside him.

"We're watching Tombstone, it's not an option". Dean said as he finally found the one he was looking for. She rolled her eyes at him.

"We're not watching Tombstone again, we've watched it like a million times".

"I wanna watch it again". He shrugged and stood up to pop the DVD into the player, and [Y/N] took the opportunity to grab the remote from the table and stick on Netflix. Looking at the Netflix logo popping up on the screen, Dean chuckled and looked back to her. "Yeah, not gonna happen. Give me the remote".

"No".

"[Y/N]..." He warned, frowning at her.

"No, why do you always get to pick?"

"'Cause I'm the oldest".

"I think Cas has you beat there". She laughed.

"Nah he's just a baby in a trenchcoat, he wouldn't know a good movie if it hit him in the face".

"How do you even know what a good movie is if you won't watch anything new? Come on, just this once". She said as she started browsing through the latest additions.

"Give me the remote [Y/N], come on". He stood up and made his way towards her, stretching his hand out, but she crossed her arms, tucking the remote safely between her side and the arm rest on the couch.

"I said no".

"Okay, well then you're really not giving me any choice". He said as he looked down at her.

"What do you me-". She didn't finish her question as Dean tackled her, trying to reach behind her and grab the remote. Not letting the surprise make her lose, she quickly pulled her arm out and lay down on the couch, trying to get it out of Dean's reach. "Dean!" She gasped as he lay on top of her, reaching out for the remote in her hand. "Dean get off, you're heavy".

"Give me the remote".

"Let's try to compromise". She managed to get out between trying to wriggle out from underneath him. She wasn't opposed to being this close to him, she had actually been very attracted to him from the day they met, but he really was too heavy to be lying on top of her completely.

"No compromises Sweetheart, that remote is mine". He pushed himself farther up her body to reach her hand, but in the process ended up leaning his other hand directly on her throat, immediately cutting off her airway. She tried to slap his hand with her free hand, unable to speak, but he was too focused on the remote. She tried kicking him but her legs were pinned under his. She quickly gave in and brought the remote down to him, which he happily grabbed and looked down at her with a smug look, only for it to be wiped off his face immediately when he realised where he was putting pressure. "Shit, shit [Y/N] I'm sorry". He quickly got off her. Once she could breathe again her breath came out like a moan, and she froze. She could feel her cheeks heating up. She had just moaned in front of Dean. Sure, she had felt butterflies before when he'd winked at her, or brushed his fingers against hers, or when she'd seen him without a shirt on after a hunt. This was more than butterflies. She could feel the heat pooling between her legs, her heart was racing, she was definitely turned on.

Luckily, he didn't seem to hear the moan, or if he had he ignored it, and helped her to sit back up and knelt in front of her. He pushed her hair behind her shoulders as she tried steady her breathing and examined her neck. His gentle touch on her neck and collar bone was definitely not helping her situation, each brush giving her goosebumps. "It's fine Dean, it was only a couple of seconds". She was extremely embarrassed and just wanted to go to her room, but Dean was focused on her neck, his fingers continuing to trace gently around it looking for any marks.

"I promise you it was an accident, I didn't know my hand was on your neck. You know I'd never hurt you on purpose, right?" His eyes finally looked up from her neck to meet hers. His face was flooded with concern, but all she could focus on was the fact that his hand was still resting on her neck, his thumb lightly gliding up and down. She supposed it would be comforting if it wasn't turning her on so much, she was trying not to squirm in her seat, desperate for some friction but trying not to let Dean see the effect he was having on her. They had flirted, teased each other, but they'd never acted on anything. He was her friend, and she was his, and she wasn't willing to take any chances and ruin their relationship. She cleared her throat and stood up, and Dean's hand fell to his side as he stood back up to give her space.

"Yeah, I know it was an accident, don't worry about it". She smiled at him. "I'm uh, I'm actually pretty tired, it's been a long few weeks. I'm gonna go to bed, I'll see you tomorrow? I'm looking forward to all of us celebrating".

"Oh, yeah, sure. I'll see you tomorrow then". He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, and she avoided eye contact as she made her way out of the room. She lay down on her bed and groaned, she was sure Dean had heard her, had probably seen her blush too, and now things were most likely going to be awkward between them for awhile. Why on earth did she react like that? She'd never even considered choking as being something that would turn her on. She'd never fantasised about it, she always associated it with being choked by monsters on hunts. But there was something about Dean, Dean's hands, his fingers. They were warm, capable, experienced. They were rough, and strong, but soft and gentle at the same time.

She brought her hand up to her neck and lightly stroked it, feeling the traces of his fingers. She imagined how it would feel if she was anticipating it, if she knew it was going to happen, if she could let her mind enjoy it just as much as her body wanted it. She wrapped her fingers around her neck, not applying any pressure, just holding it, and her other hand crept under the waistband of her shorts, resting on top of her panties. She was just about to apply a bit of pressure with both hands when there was a knock on her door, and she ripped her hand out from under her shorts and away from her neck. She cleared her throat and sat up in her bed, and there was another knock. She panicked a little bit, why was he knocking? Was he aware that she'd been turned on by him and now wanted to talk about it? Was their friendship over? Did he think she should move out?

She slowly made her way over to her door and opened it to find Dean looking down at her. "Hey?" She asked cautiously.

"Hey".

"Uh, what's up?"

"Did you like it?"

"Did I... did I like w-what?" She stuttered.

"The choking. Your moan, were you turned on?"

"Dean... I am so sorry, I'm so embarrassed. We really don't need to talk about it".

"Do you want me to do it properly?"

"W-what?" She felt her cheeks heat up yet again at his question.

"By all means tell me no, and I'll go back to my room, we never have to bring it up again, tomorrow it will be like we never had this conversation". He gave her a reassuring smile. "But, if you want me to do it properly, I know how".

"You know how to do... what?"

"Choke you, in a pleasurable way. A safe way". He shrugged, and took a step towards her. He towered over her, and he was now wearing a smirk. "If you wanna give up control to someone, you can give it to me. I'll take care of you [Y/N]". He hooked his finger under her chin and pulled her face up. "Tell me that this is okay". He whispered, leaning his forehead against hers. She nodded and he chuckled. "I need you to use your words here Sweetheart, I need you to say stop if you want to stop, I need you tell me it's okay if it's okay".

"It's okay". She whispered. Dean didn't waste any more time, he stepped into the room, pushing her backwards, and closed the door behind him. She had never felt butterflies so intense as she watched him close his eyes and lean down. The moment his lips touched hers, her eyes fluttered closed too. Despite her earlier embarrassment, she couldn't help but let out a moan as Dean's hand grabbed her ass, the other slipping under her tank top and gripping her waist. Dean groaned when he heard the moan, and he licked her lower lip, silently asking for access. She gave in immediately, deepening the kiss as Dean's tongue invaded her mouth. Her hands found their way into his hair and she tugged it, pulling another groan from him. He walked her backwards until the backs of her knees hit the bed, and she fell back onto it, finally breaking the kiss.

Dean pulled his shirt off over his head, exposing his chest to her and she stared at him with her mouth open. She had seen him shirtless before, but this angle, lying in front of him with him now crawling on top of her, was different. He leant down and nipped at her neck, then began to kiss her jaw and made his way back to her lips. Her hands roamed his chest and his broad shoulders. He brought his body down to grind against her, making a space between her legs for himself. His fingers gripped the hem of her tank top and he pulled it up, only breaking the kiss when he needed to pull it off over her head. As soon as it was off he reached around and unhooked her bra with ease, pulling it away from her and throwing it onto the floor beside them. He moaned when he saw her, and he leaned down to lick around her nipple, while his fingers lightly pinched the other. She bucked up towards him but he grabbed her hips and pushed her back down onto the bed. "Patience, [Y/N]". He winked at her.

"I need more Dean, please". He instantly sucked her nipple into his mouth and began to swirl his tongue around it as his thumb hooked into the waistband of her shorts and he pulled them off her, joining the rest of her clothes on the floor. He pressed his thumb onto her clit, only the thin cloth of her panties acting as a barrier. "Oh my god, Dean, please, touch me properly". She was wriggling beneath him trying to create some friction under his thumb, but he just smiled and kissed his way back up her neck and quickly pecked her lips. He pulled her panties down and stood back up off the bed, looking down at her with a hunger in his eyes as he undid his belt. She felt a bit self conscious, completely naked on the bed while he watched her as he pushed his jeans and boxers down.

"You're fucking breathtaking [Y/N]. Do you know how long I've wanted you? To get my hands on you? To make you feel good?" He crawled back on top of her and stroked her cheek, before slowly tracing his fingers down the side of her neck, over her collar bone, over her nipple, down her stomach and eventually running over her clit and lightly dipping in between her legs. He moaned into her neck as he felt her. "You're already so wet for me". He licked her neck as he slowly pushed one finger inside. She gasped, she wasn't a virgin by any means but it had definitely been awhile since she'd been intimate with anyone, and Dean's fingers were not slender. His thumb circled around her clit and he continued to kiss, lick, and suck at her neck as he slowly eased a second finger in. He reacted to her movements, pulling his fingers out and pushing them in as she grabbed at his shoulders. He hooked his fingers, brushing against just the right spot inside her and she moaned loudly, moving her hand up to grab his hair. "Fucking love that sound, the things it does to me. On that couch earlier when you moaned I couldn't get it out of my mind, you make such pretty sounds Sweetheart". He mumbled into her neck as he pushed a third finger inside.

"Dean, I'm ready, I need you". She managed to get out between deep breaths.

"[Y/N]... with the choking, you tap twice and I stop, okay?"

"Yes, yes okay, please Dean". She knew she'd probably feel embarrassed tomorrow at her own begging and pleading, but there was no room for embarrassment in this moment; only need and desire.

"You have a condom?" He asked and she shook her head.

"I'm on the pill, and I trust you, I want to feel you Dean, please". He smiled against her neck and slid his fingers out of her. He sat up, between her legs as he lined himself up and stroked himself a few times, his other hand splayed out on her lower stomach. He looked up into her eyes and he pushed the tip inside. Her eyes closed and she tried to push her hips up to take him in further, but his hand on her stomach was stopping her.

"Open your eyes Sweetheart, I want to see them". She opened her eyes and looked into his, and he started to push further inside. He let go of himself as he pushed as far as he could go, and with his newly free hand he went back to paying attention to her clit. Dean was big, but he felt perfect. He leaned over her as he began to thrust in and out slowly. She held on to his shoulders as they rocked the bed, the headboard lightly banging into the wall behind them. She would have taken a moment to appreciate the fact that they were alone in the bunker if she wasn't completely consumed by Dean. His breath was warm against her lips as he began to kiss her, his familiar smell surrounded her, and he filled her completely.

She felt the familiar sensation of heat and tingling build up below her stomach as Dean's thrusts became harder, and as he kept his thumb rubbing her clit steadily. The hand he had kept on her stomach made its way up her body, stopping to play with her nipples again before continuing up to her neck. His hand was large, and he wrapped it around her neck, not yet applying any pressure, just stroking it on one side as he kissed the other. "Dean, I'm close".

"I know, I've got you". He whispered, and began to apply pressure. This was a completely new feeling for [Y/N]. She closed her eyes and focused on the feeling of his hand on her neck, he had so much control and power over her right now, she was completely vulnerable yet felt entirely safe in Dean's hands. He tightened his grip and she felt herself getting closer and closer, she was no longer breathing. The only thing she could feel was an almost unbearable pleasure as she came. It was the most intense pleasure she had ever felt, and she clenched around Dean, feeling as he came with her. When he let go of her neck and and she gasped, breathing in, it only prolonged her orgasm, giving her a second wave.

He collapsed on top of her and pulled himself out, causing her to moan one last time as she no longer felt full. He rolled off her onto his side and began to pepper kisses along her neck and collar bone. "Are you okay?" He asked and she nodded slowly. "Words, Sweetheart". He brushed her hair out of her face and kissed her cheek.

"More than okay". She felt him smile against her lips as he gently kissed her.

"Does your neck hurt?" He asked as he looked at it, noting the marks he'd left from sucking.

"No, no, I feel amazing". He chuckled at her blissed out expression and leaned up to kiss her forehead before pushing himself off the bed. "Where are you going?" She asked, suddenly feeling exposed and disappointed, was this just an experiment for Dean? Was he just helping her scratch that itch? Did he enjoy it as much as she had?

"I'm just going to get a cloth [Y/N], I'll be right back, promise". He smiled at her as he pulled his boxers back on and left the room. She lay on her bed staring at the ceiling, feeling like she'd just run a marathon, Dean Winchester knew what he was doing when it came to sex. That was for sure. He came back in only a few minutes later with a damp cloth and and a glass of water. He wiped her down, gently, and she realised she was feeling a bit tender as she whimpered under his touch. "I've got you, you're okay". He whispered as he finished up and helped her into her tank top and a clean pair of panties from her drawer. "Here, take a drink". He said as he passed the glass of water to her. She eagerly drank and smiled at him as he took the glass back from her. He lay back on the bed beside her and opened his arms, inviting her in. She lay her head on his chest and he pulled the covers up around them. He pressed his lips into her hair and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, lightly dragging his fingers up and down her arm.

"Was that like... was that a one time thing?" She asked hesitantly.

"Do you want it to be a one time thing?" He asked and she shook her head and snuggled in closer to him.

"No".

"Then it's not a one time thing. I'm yours".

The end

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fanfictionalraven · 2 months

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Unforgettable

Title: Unforgettable

Song Inspiration: Unforgettable by Thomas Rhett

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester

Word Count: 2,822

Warnings: N/A

Author's Note: This story was originally posted by myself under the account Winchestersgirl92. It was published January, 2018. Flashbacks in italics.

You knew it was stupid to be mad. You weren’t exactly in a “normal” relationship. Dean wasn’t the roses, chocolates, or candle-lit dinners type. And, to be fair, you’d never really considered yourself the type to want those things either. You knew it was stupid to be mad. But, dammit, you couldn’t help it.

One year ago today, you and Dean had met and the chemistry was instantaneous. It had been a great night, the best night of your life honestly. The next day, he brought you back to the bunker and you’d never left. You’d never really defined the relationship, it was a sort of unspoken but obvious dedication.

So maybe it was a little unfair to expect any form of “anniversary” celebration or gifts. But was some form of acknowledgment too much to ask of whatever it was you had? Probably.

You groan and lay your head on the library table. Sam, sitting directly across from you with a lore book, was oblivious to your internal argument. He looks up now.

“You okay, Y/N?” He asks. You shake your head, not moving it from the table. “What’s up?” You can hear the laughter in his voice.

“What are we?” You ask. There’s a moments silence before Sam speaks again.

“Well – we’re hunters,” he says. You sit up and narrow your eyes at him. “What?” He asks, laughing again.

“Me and Dean. What are we?” You ask again. His laughter stops and confusion spreads across his face. “Are we boyfriend and girlfriend? Are we friends with benefits?”

“Pretty sure you should be having this conversation with Dean,” he tells you, looking back at his book. You groan and lay your head down again. “Why is this suddenly bothering you?”

“Because I can’t decide if I have the right to be mad that he doesn’t remember we met a year ago today,” you admit. Sam starts to laugh again and you sit up quickly.

“He forgot your anniversary, huh?” He asks. You shush him quickly, looking over your shoulder. Dean had been in the garage most of the morning working on his car but he could come back at any moment. “Look, Y/N, I’ve never seen Dean like this with anyone. Ever. You mean more to him than I’m sure he’s said. But he isn’t used to the whole relationship thing. I’m sure he’ll come around though.”

“Hey, Sweetheart. Can you come down here?” You hear Dean call from the hall. You sigh as you stand and start down the corridor. Of course, you had been overreacting. You knew how much Dean cared for you, even if he never said it. And you didn’t need a day set aside for him to prove it more.

You stop short at the entrance to the garage and smile. Dean is leaning back against the hood of the Impala, his hands shoved down in the pockets of his jeans. He’s wearing your favorite of his flannel shirts, the one that makes his eyes pop a little more. It was the same one he’d been wearing the night you met.

You’d rolled into Lebanon, Kansas earlier that day, having found a case. It was an easy one. Open and shut. A vengeful spirit terrorizing a local family. You’d already worked out who it was and were just waiting for the cover of night to go salt and burn the body.

While you were waiting, you’d decided to hit a local bar. The one you picked looked like just the perfect mix of seedy and respectable. You’d been sitting at the bar for over an hour now, nursing your second bottle of beer, when someone slides onto the stool next to you. A blue and green checkered flannel hugs the muscles of the man’s forearms in all the right ways as he flags the barkeep for a beer. You shake your head quickly, having to remind yourself why you’re here in the first place.

You allow yourself one glance at him and immediately regret it. He’s looking back at you with piercing green eyes, already mentally undressing you. You look forward quickly and take a long drink of your beer before turning to face him. He angles his body towards you as well, smiling in the most irresistible way.

“Look,” you start, avoiding his eyes. “I’m only here for work. I’m really not looking for a drunken one night stand.” They weren’t the words you wanted to say. You wanted to tell him where you were staying for the night but you knew you had to stay focused on the job and if he went back to your motel room you’d never want to leave again. The man laughs and you look up at him now.

“Okay number one, I’m completely sober,” he says before taking a long drink from his bottle. You feel your face heat up when he runs his tongue over his lips. “And B, I’m not looking for a one night stand either.”

“No?” You ask, tearing your eyes away from his lips. He smirks slightly and shakes his head.

“I’d need at least a week with you,” he says. You can’t help the laugh the erupts from you. He smiles as he watches you. “What do you say?” He asks. Before you can answer, someone else is tapping on your shoulder. You turn to find another man.

Under normal circumstances, those circumstances being the man you were currently sitting next to not being there, he would have been a perfectly attractive man. However, your present company seemed to make every other man on the planet pale in comparison. The new suitor smiles at you, a smile that would no doubt be dazzling if you hadn’t already seen the other man’s.

“Care to dance?” He asks, nodding towards the empty space in the room where one couple was drunkenly swaying to some song in their head. You could give him a simple ‘no thank you’ but quickly decide that wouldn’t be any fun. Instead, you reach over next to you, placing your hand on the knee of the man beside you. You feel him twitch under your touch and fight not to smirk.

“Sorry. My boyfriend just got off work,” you tell him. Your ‘boyfriend’ waves at the other guy, a smirking playing at his lips. The man leaves you alone, quickly moving on to another girl in the room. A hand comes over yours and you look over at him.

“Can I at least know my girlfriend’s name?” He asks. You laugh and pull your hand out from under his.

“Y/N,” you tell him, picking your bottle back up. You feel his eyes on you as you take a drink. “Y/N Y/L/N. And you are?”

“Dean Winchester,” he says quickly.

“Babe?” Dean’s voice draws you from the memory. He’s standing in front of you now, a piece of cloth in his hands. You look at it then at him, raising an eyebrow.

“If this is a kinky thing, I’m not in the mood,” you tell him. He rolls his eyes.

“Will you trust me?” He asks. You smile a little and nod. He moves to stand behind you and carefully slips the cloth over your eyes. You sigh as he ties it in place. “Can you see anything?” He asks. You hear him moving back around you and can imagine he’s waving a hand in front of your face.

“Nothing. Dean, what’s this about?” You ask him. He chuckles and takes your hands in his, pulling on you. You take a couple of clumsy steps and hear the door of the Impala opening.

“It’s a surprise,” he says, guiding you carefully into the front seat of the car.

“You’re acting weird,” you tell him. You know he rolls his eyes again before closing the door. A moment later, the door on your other side opens and you feel Dean slide into the seat next to you. His hand comes to rest on your knee, the way it always does when you’re in the car together, before the car starts to move. His thumb rubs against your knee as he drives quietly.

“The Dean Winchester?” You ask, staring at the man next to you. He sits back slightly and nods. You’d heard plenty of stories about the Winchesters and all of their exploits. “I heard you were dead. Like – three different times.”

“Didn’t take. You’re a hunter?” He asks. You nod and look back at the bottle in your hands.

“Are you here for the case?” You ask. He sits back, shaking his head.

“No, actually we live just up the road,” he tells you. You look at him quickly.

“You live somewhere? Like…permanently?” You ask. He laughs lightly and nods, leaning forward onto the bar.

“Yea. Sammy and I have a place. It’s, ugh, an old bunker for a secret society that died out in the 50’s. It’s pretty awesome,” he says. You nod, mulling this over for a moment. “So what’s the case?” He asks, looking back at you now. You shrug and glance at the window.

“Vengeful spirit. Wanna go on a salt and burn with me?” You ask, smiling at him. You knew you could definitely use the muscle. It would take you all night to dig the grave up on your own. But with Dean’s help you could be done in a few hours and maybe even have time for a little something else. Dean smiles as he watches you, as though reading your mind and nods.

“My car’s parked out front,” he says. You smile widely and quickly finish off your beer. Dean tosses some cash onto the bar before rising to his feet and holding a hand out for you. You take his hand, your fingers interlocking, as he pulls you from the bar.

You feel the car come to a stop and cut off. The driver door opens then closes and a moment later your door opens. Dean’s hand takes yours and he carefully helps you from the car. You can smell the dirt and feel the soft earth under your feet.

“Dean, where are we??” You ask, sighing. He stops you by placing his hands on your shoulders from behind. He reaches up and pulls the blindfold off. You blink against the late evening sunlight and look around. It was a sight you knew well but you were very confused as to why you were here. “A cemetery? Are we working a case?” You ask, looking back at Dean. He rolls his eyes.

“Not just any cemetery,” he says, turning you to face the graves again. You sigh as you look around before breaking into a wide smile as it hits you.

“Our first date,” you say as his arms snake around your waist.

You’re sitting on the edge of the hole you and Dean had been working on for some time now. He’s shed a couple of layers, his jacket and flannel shirt, leaving himself only in the tight black t-shirt that clung to him with sweat. You bite your lip as you watch him move another shovel full of dirt out of the hole.

“Ya know, as much as I love that you’re checking me out right now, we could be done if you’d help,” he says suddenly, looking over at you. You blink then smile coyly and shrug.

“Well, you’ve been trying to show off this whole time I thought I’d finally let you,” you tell him. He stops and turns to face you, resting his arm on the standing shovel.

“It is working?” He asks with a smirk. You shake your head as you look him over. Pushing off the ground, you slide down into the grave and walk over to him.

“I mean, if I had a thing for the sexy, bad-boy hunter with a heart of gold, maybe,” you say. He throws his head back laughing and you suddenly realize you could spend the rest of your life watching him laugh. You quickly shake away those thoughts as you reach for the shovel. You dig into the dirt and hit something hard instantly. Looking back at Dean, you smirk, “Finished.” His eyes narrow and you can’t help the giggle that escapes you as you kneel down and wipe the dirt from the top of the coffin. With Dean’s help, you pry open the top half of the casket.

“Well, there she is,” he says, pointing to the old bones.

Dean climbs out of the hole then offers you a hand. You take his hand and allow him to pull you out as well. Your pour the salt over the remains as Dean dumps the gasoline in. You pull the box of matches from your back jean pocket and strike one on the side of the box before dropping the lit match into the open coffin.

“So,” Dean starts as the flames engulf the body. You look over at him. “You think I’m sexy.” You roll your eyes and grab two fistfuls of his shirt, pulling him into a deep kiss quickly. His hands find your waist instantly as his lips move against yours. You pull away from his lips abruptly and take one of his hands in yours, pulling him away from the burning grave and back to the Impala parked a few yards away. “Are we leaving?” Dean asks, a hint of disappointment in his voice. You laugh lightly and open the back door before sliding in.

“You coming?” You ask, looking out at him when he doesn’t follow. He stares down at you in disbelief before shaking his head and getting in quickly, closing the door behind him. You move into his lap, straddling his waist as your arms wrap around his neck.

“Ya know, I’ve got a bed back at the bunker,” he says, his fingers grazing the skin at the edge of your shirt. You smile and lean in, kissing his lips briefly.

“We’ll get there eventually,” you tell him. He smirks slightly.

“Oh?” He asks. You laugh lightly and nod, running your fingers against the back of his neck.

“Well, yea. You said you’d need at least a week with me, right?” You ask. He blinks and his smirk turns into a wide smile.

“I did say that,” he says, nodding. You smile and lean back in to him, pausing just before meeting his lips again. He chuckles and shakes his head. “I think I’m gonna marry you someday, Sweetheart.” You let out a laugh before kissing him.

Dean’s lips graze against your cheek gently and you smile, running your hands over his arms. He squeezes your waist slightly before turning you around to face him. You bite your lip and look down.

“I didn’t think you remembered,” you confess. He smiles before his lips find your forehead and you look back up at him.

“I remember everything about that night. I remember what you were wearing, what you were drinking. I remember the entire conversation on the way to the cemetery. I remember that first kiss and then you taking charge like you did. I remember taking you back to the bunker and staying up all night just talking. And the next morning, we made breakfast together and you met Sammy,” he says, his eyes soft as he watches you. You swallow hard, suddenly on the brink of tears. “And you stayed for a week.”

“And that week turned into two which turned into a month,” you say, laughing lightly. Dean smiles and his lips graze down the bridge of your nose.

“And a year later, here we are,” he says, his voice soft. You smile and close your eyes, standing there in his arms. His lips brush against your cheek before coming to rest next to your ear. “I love you,” he whispers. Your smile somehow manages to grow even wider as you lean away from him slightly. He’s watching you again, afraid he’s stepped too far. You stand up and press your lips against his in a soft, tender kiss. You feel him smile against your lips before you pull away.

“I love you too,” you tell him. He lets out a breath and you laugh lightly. “Did you think otherwise?” He shrugs his shoulders.

“You’re too good for me. It would make more sense if you didn’t,” he says. You roll your eyes at him before running your fingers into his hair.

“I moved in with you pretty much after one night together. I’m not going anywhere,” you assure him. He smiles and nods slightly.

“Well that’s good, cause I meant what I said a year ago,” he tells you. You raise an eyebrow at him. “I’m gonna marry you someday.” You laugh again before pressing your lips against his, hoping it wouldn’t take him a year to get around to that too.

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Birthday Pie

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SPOILERS! set between seasons 7 and 8 of supernatural, there are spoilers for both these seasons

summary: you celebrate his birthday even when he’s gone

pairing: dean winchester x female reader

rating: R for language

word count: 0.9k

warnings: sad, not at all a happy birthday for our beloved lil guy, language

author’s note: i’m sorry, okay? i’ve had this idea in my head for months and decided that today is a good day to release it? anyway, happy 45th birthday dean winchester! love you and very glad you’re alive and well and the series finale never happened! :)

January 24th, 2013 — Dean’s 34th Birthday.

You were barely able to drag yourself out of bed and into the living room where you were now seated and watching TV. It didn’t matter what was on, you weren’t paying attention anyway. Your mind was completely focused on Dean. Your beloved Dean; who shouldn’t be wherever the fuck he was but instead safe in your arms.

He shouldn’t be spending his birthday terrified, missing you and his brother. He should be spending it with you, Sam, and Cas.

Sure, he wasn’t really the birthday party type of guy but each year since you met him you’d gotten him a pie and put candles in it for him to blow out. It’d started as a half-assed attempt to put a smile on his face when you learned it was his birthday and you couldn’t find a cake at the store.

He’d loved it.

“How’d you know I’d rather have pie?” he had asked, his face lighting up even more when you put two candles—a two and a four—in the center.

“I…had a feeling.” You had shrugged it off as not a big deal but deep down you both knew how much it meant to him.

And each year since then—come rain, shine, monsters, or the apocalypse—you made it your job to get Dean Winchester a pie on his birthday.

A few tears rolled down your cheeks, joining the half-dried ones there already. You hadn’t been sad on Dean’s birthday since his year before hell. But it was different then, you had him next to you and you were savoring every second. You might have been terrified of what would soon happen, but you were still with him.

“If you’re not already aware, Dean,” Castiel started, “you turn thirty-four today.”

“What?” Dean asked, confused. “Cas we—”

“Granted time seems to be passing differently here, but on earth it is currently your birthday.”

“Happy birthday, brother,” Benny joked.

“Yeah real fuckin’ happy,” Dean scoffed. “We’re stuck killing our way through this fuckin’ nightmare while the love of my life is spending my birthday alone.”

“I’m sure she’s okay, Dean,” Cas assured him. “She has Sam, he’ll look after her until we get back.”

“No, you don’t get it. Birthdays were…they were our thing, if that makes any goddamn sense.”

“Happy birthday, Dean,” you smiled, placing the pie in front of him.

“Twenty-six! God, that sounds old,” Dean laughed a little.

“You’re kidding right?” you asked after singing for him as he blew out the candles.

“What?”

“Twenty six may sound old to you, but trust me you are still fuckin’ adorable.”

“I am, aren’t I?” He grinned.

“You wanna do the honors, cutie?” you asked, handing him the kitchen knife.

“Gladly, sweetheart,” he said, taking it from you. You watched him cut a slice for you then an even bigger slice for himself.

“Dean,” you started as you watched him begin eating the pie. “I love you.”

He stopped eating and looked at you; “What?”

“I know there’s a lot about your life you haven’t told me, you’re lore you could call it, but I need you to know that I really do love you, Dean Winchester.”

“But how? I mean, I’m not exactly an open book and there’s no way…” he trailed off.

“No way, what?”

“There’s no way in hell you’d feel this way if you learned everything about me.”

Your heart broke at his words, and your expression definitely showed it.

“The amount of pure love I have for you is beyond measurable, Dean. And I might be crazy for saying this, and feeling this, but there is truly nothing you could say or do that would make me stop.”

“Really?” he asked quietly, as if he was scared to press his luck.

You nodded with a soft smile; “Really.”

“Well, look I’m not really one for…that…but I do…I do feel that way about you too. I guess what I’m saying is, uh, right back at cha?”

“See to any normal person that would sound like the ramblings of a crazy man,” you said, his smile only growing. “But to me? Absolute poetry.” You leaned over and kissed him. “Happy birthday, Dean.”

He simply kissed you back, smiling against your lips.

“Happy birthday, Dean,” you whispered, blowing out the candles on the small pie you’d bought. It was a one-person pie because you knew if you bought a regular one that at least three-quarters would not have been eaten.

You took out the candles and picked up your fork. Staring down at the desert, you let more tears fall.

“It shouldn’t be this hard to eat a fuckin’ pie,” you laughed humorously. Your phone rang next to you and you answered it; “Hey, Sam.”

“Hey,” he sighed. “I just wanted to call and check up on you. It being Dean’s birthday and all, I figured you might…you know…”

“Be huddled up in bed sobbing my eyes out?” you said.

“Yeah…”

“I’m holding it together Sammy, don’t worry about me,” you assured him.

“I always worry about you, you know that.”

There was a short pause in the conversation as you took a deep breath and let a few more tears fall; “I miss him, Sammy,” you admitted. “I just really miss him.”

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All the Difference

Sam and Dean Winchester & little sister!reader

Requested by Anonymous and Anonymous (I combined to similar requests)

Synopsis: The brothers help you through one of your frequent migraines.

Warnings: migraines, pain, honestly it’s mostly fluff. I’m no expert on migraines but I had a few in high school so I’m going off that experience, there could be some mistakes.

You went to the library of the bunker with a familiar sense of foreboding. It had started with your vision, as it always did. An annoying little spot at the corner of your eyes that was oddly blurry. It continued like that for nearly half an hour, and after that was when the pain started.

“Hey, how’d you sleep?” Sam greeted as you entered the library. His jovial tone dropped when he saw the look on your face. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“It’s happening again,” you mumbled, coming to stand in front of your brother.

“Does it hurt yet?” He asked gently, reaching out and grabbing your hands.

“Only a little,” you sighed. But it would get worse, it always did.

“Do you want to try and sleep?” Sam asked, his thumbs brushing over the back of your hands.

You shook your head.

“You wanna eat something?”

Another shake.

“Hey guys,” Dean greeted much too loudly, and Sam frowned when he saw you flinch.

“Easy man,” he chided. “She’s got a migraine.”

“Sorry,” Dean all but whispered. “How bad is it?”

“I think it’s gonna be a bad one,” you said gloomily. Bad migraines could last for days; you were in for a rough week.

“Alright, c’mon,” Dean said, grabbing his jacket.

“What?” You frowned up at him.

“No use just sitting around waiting for it to get worse. Let’s go for a drive.”

…

Dean reclined your seat before stepping back to let you get in. You did without argument, and Dean ran around the front to his own seat. The roar of the engine should’ve made you flinch, but despite how loud it was there was something comforting about the familiar sound.

Dean turned on the radio, but to your surprise it wasn’t his head-banging Metallica; instead he had one of your favorite songs, turned down low enough that it didn’t bother you.

Neither of you spoke as Dean pulled away from the bunker and started down the open road. You didn’t have to. He was humming softly to your songs, and you were relaxing in the passenger seat, lulled by Baby’s gentle purr and the soft music. Your migraine was steadily getting worse, and every bump on the road had you cringing, but all-in-all it was better than sitting in the artificial light of the bunker, moping and waiting for it to get worse.

Eventually, though, the bumps became unbearable, and so did the sunlight creeping over the hood of the Impala and reflecting past your eyes and straight into your head, like it was shining onto your migraine itself.

“Dean?” You mumbled finally, and he hummed in acknowledgement. “Can we go back now?”

“You ok?” He asked even as he swung the Impala into a U-turn.

“Hurts.” You brought your hands up to cover your eyes, but it didn’t help.

“Ok it’s ok, we’re not far, just hang in there.”

Dean lowered the volume on the radio even more, and you could tell he was taking extra care to miss the potholes lining the road. He pulled out his phone and made a call.

“Hey, Sammy? Yeah we’re headed back now. Blackout.”

“Blackout” meant that Sam would turn off all the lights in the bunker, except for some candles or dim lights to see by. You always told your brothers that they didn’t have to do it; you could always just hibernate in your room. But they wanted the whole bunker migraine-friendly whenever you were in pain, so they did it anyway.

“You doin’ ok over there?” Dean asked after he hung up. You nodded, unwilling to speak as your head pounded.

“Ok, well I want you to drink some water when we get back to the bunker. I know that won’t make it go away, but it can’t hurt either.”

You knew arguing would be futile, and you didn’t have the energy to do it anyway.

When you got back to the bunker, you waved you hand blindly for the car door, hesitant to open your eyes. You didn’t have to; your door opened up without your aid, and Dean was there, lifting you into his arms.

“It’s my head that’s broken, not my legs,” you protested even as you relaxed against your brother’s shoulder.

“Shut up,” Dean replied, and the rumble of his voice in his chest felt oddly good against your aching forehead. “I’m gonna take you to the couch, ok?”

Your head hurt too much for words or even a nod, so you just let silence be your assent.

Dean carried you into the bunker and straight to the couch, and you had to admit that it was nice without the glaring lights on.

Dean had you on the couch with your favorite fluffy blanket over you in record time, and a few minutes later he had you surrounded by water bottles as though they were guards protecting you.

“I’ve gotta head to the library and catch up on some lore,” he said finally. “So it’s Sam’s turn to play nursemaid for a while.”

“You don’t have to—“ you started, but Dean was already gone, and within minutes Sam arrived to take his place, a steaming bowl in his hands.

“I know you don’t want food,” he said before you could speak. “But you should probably get something in you, so I brought you some broth. Think you can handle that?”

You nodded wearily, hesitant to sit up. You were getting hungry, but the last thing you wanted was to give your stomach something to reject later.

“Alright.”

You groaned as Sam put a hand behind your back and lifted you to sit up.

“Yeah yeah,” he said, not sounding quite as pitying anymore. “You gotta sit up to eat.”

This brought a tiny smile to the corner of your lips, but it dropped fast as your head pounded in retribution for your movements. At your wince, Sam frowned.

“Sorry, honey,” he said softly.

“Not your fault,” you mumbled, making grabby hands for the bowl in his hands.

Once you had about half the bowl finished, you offered it back to Sam and he took it, satisfied enough.

He set it on the side table before coming to sit next to you on the couch.

“I was gonna lay there,” you protested.

“I know,” Sam said, lifting his giant hand up to pull your head down. Cradling the back of your head, he lowered you slowly to lay down, your head resting in his lap. Your eyes fluttered closed as your big brother ran his fingers feather-light through your hair.

After a few minutes, his hands left your hair, and you peaked one eye open to see him straining for a book on the bookshelf. He reached it and pulled it back, and you closed your eyes again as Sam cracked it open, before continuing to brush his fingers through your hair.

He started to read aloud, his voice loud enough so you didn’t have to strain but quiet enough that it felt soothing.

You appreciated this more than just about anything; screens were a definite no during migraines, and there were very few things that you could do to keep yourself from going insane with boredom when your head hurt too much to sleep.

That was how the whole afternoon was spent; at some point you and maybe even Sam dozed off before continuing, but for the most part he spent his whole afternoon reading to you.

After a dinner of some more reheated broth, Dean emerged from the library and came to sit with you and Sam.

“Hey sweetheart,” Dean greeted. “How we doing?”

“We have a migraine,” you mumbled sarcastically.

“Oh really?” Dean quipped as he lifted your legs, sitting on the couch and then lowering your legs back down and into his lap.

“Not funny,” you huffed even as you made yourself comfortable.

The three of you lapsed into a comfortable silence for the rest of the night. Neither of the brothers went to their beds, and they didn’t offer to bring you to yours either; they knew that you wanted to be with them when you were hurting. You were certain that you could live through a million more migraines as long as you had your big brothers.

Sam taking time out of his busy life to relax with you and distract you from the pain for a bit was the best thing he could do for you. The same was true with Dean taking you out in Baby.

Though nothing they did could take away your pain, they did everything they could to make sure you could still have good times between the pain, and that made all the difference in the world.

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The Widow Timestamp: Marry Me?

Summary: It’s almost Christmas, and Sam has an important question to ask you.

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Female Reader

Rating: 18+ Only

Warnings: fluff, objectification of Sam, marriage proposal, smut, oral sex (f rec), fingering, teasing, p in v

Word Count: 1.6k

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Seeing Sam in candlelight is something you’d never get used to. It was extra distracting tonight because he was lit by the candle on the table and the hundreds of Christmas lights that decorated the restaurant. He was spellbindingly beautiful and constantly took your breath away.

You could spend hours staring at him, feeling like the cat that got the cream because Sam Winchester was your man. Sweet and kind, handsome and intelligent, and when you turned out the lights to not sleep… well, you’d never felt anything like it. It’d been the most blissful year and a half you’d ever had.

“How’s the wine?” Sam asks, pulling you from your silent adoration of the hazel-eyed man sitting across from you.

“I’m sorry, what?” you ask, embarrassed that he caught you staring at him. Again.

“How’s the wine, baby?” he asks, grinning slyly at you.

“Good,” you reply, using the opportunity to take a large gulp from your glass and wanting to hug your server for his timely arrival at your table to take your order.

“So,” you began once your embarrassment had died down a little. “What’s with the surprise date?”

“Well,” Sam cleared his throat before continuing. “I know the next few days are going to be busy with you cooking Christmas dinner for everyone, and I wanted to make sure you took some time to relax.”

You took a sip from your wine glass, smaller this time, not completely buying it. You knew him far too well, and you knew when he was hiding something. “Okay,” you say, deciding not to push. Sam would have his reasons, and you weren’t going to push when he’d brought you to your favourite restaurant.

The meal had been delicious, and as soon as your server told you they had freshly made pecan pie, you knew you had to have a slice.

“I don’t know who’s worse when it comes to pie, you or Dean!” Sam chuckles.

“Definitely Dean!” you giggle. “Did you know he wants me to make three different pies for Christmas? Three, Sam! That’s insane!”

“He just wants to take the leftovers home.”

“Yeah, well, he can’t have all three!” you say, smiling as Sam laughs.

Sam smiles softly from across the table as the pecan pie is placed in front of you. You waste no time diving in for your first bite, humming at the taste of the warm, sweet pastry, only noticing he’s staring when he takes the hand not holding the fork.

“What? Do I have pie on my face?” you frown as you look at him. You notice his nervousness in how he runs his free hand through his long hair. “Sam, what is it? You’re scaring me.”

“I’m the one that should be scared!” Sam chuckles, and your frown deepens. “I didn’t bring you here to relax before Christmas, sweetheart. I was going to ask you this on Christmas morning, but I don’t want to wait.”

“Sam,” you mumble, but anything further is lost when he moves from his chair, gets down on one knee and pulls out a little black box.

“Y/N, from the second I laid eyes on you, I knew I had to get to know you, and when we had that coffee date a few days later, I knew I’d found the person I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. I love you more than anything, and I want to make you happy, make you smile, make you laugh every single day.”

Sam paused his speech to pull a Kleenex from his suit pocket and hand it to you. You were already crying and nodding even though he hadn’t asked you the question yet.

“Y/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?” Sam opens the little black box, and you’re stunned by the elegant diamond band that is small enough to suit your hand but big enough that you’re terrified you’ll lose it.

“Yes!” you gasp, and Sam’s smile widens. “Yes, Sam. Of course I’ll marry you.”

Sam laughs in delight and gently places the ring on your finger. It fits perfectly, and you look up at him, asking the silent question of how he got it so right.

“Jody helped,” Sam grins, leaning forward and finally placing his lips on yours in a celebratory kiss. The butterflies, the fireworks, the pure elation and love for this man course through you, and you feel like you’re on cloud nine. You’re so wrapped up in everything that’s him and your happiness that you don't hear the applause surrounding you courtesy of the other diners.

Reluctantly, you part, and Sam blushes as he takes his seat, making you grin at his adorable shyness. Your server places a bottle of champagne on your table, and you raise an eyebrow at your fiancé. A giggle bubbles up as Sam shrugs, giving you a smouldering pout. The one that means he only has one thing in mind—you, naked on the bed.

When you finally get back home, you’re desperate for him. You need to be with him, to feel him in the most intimate way. “Sam,” you moan as his teeth graze at your neck. “Take me to bed.” Sam wastes no time obeying your command, pulling you up his body and wrapping your legs around his waist. He carries you upstairs and throws you on your bed.

Before you stop bouncing on the mattress, he hitches your dress up, pulls your panties aside, and laps hungrily at your soaking folds. At the first taste of your slick, Sam groans loudly and thrusts his tongue inside you.

“Sam!” you moan, turned on more than you ever thought possible at your fiancé’s desperation for you.

“You taste really good, baby,” Sam grunts from between your thighs, taking a moment to collect some slick on his fingers and rub it into your clit.

Gasping, you squeeze your thighs together at his touch, making Sam tut and shove your legs into the bed, holding them firmly so you can’t move. He looks up at you with a smirk, captures your little bundle of nerves between his lips, and sucks gently.

“Fuck, Sam!” you scream, already so close to releasing the tension he was winding up tightly within you.

“That’s it, baby, scream my name. Let the neighbours hear what I’m doing to you,” Sam pulls away from your clit briefly to plunge two fingers into your seeping hole before he uses his tongue to lick and tease once again.

“Sam, please! I’m close!” you whine, writhing your hips, trying to get more friction against his mouth, but his hold on one of your thighs makes it impossible to gyrate like you need to. You place your left hand on the one holding your thigh open, and he finally lets go, clasping his hand with yours and giving your hips free movement to rock against his fingers and face.

“Come on, baby. Let go. Let me have it,” Sam murmurs against you and thrusts his fingers faster.

You came with a squeal, clenching Sam’s hand hard, your other pulling at his hair as the waves of pleasure soared through you, vibrating from head to toe and back again.

Coming down from your climax, you notice Sam is now topless and unbuttoning his pants. You quickly sit up, pull your dress over your head and unclasp your bra. Pausing, you watch him pull his underwear down, mesmerised by his long, hard cock bouncing against his stomach.

You slide to the top of the bed, removing your underwear and opening your legs, a pang of arousal coursing through you as Sam’s eyes drop what he wants. You touch yourself with your ring-clad hand, trying to entice your husband-to-be into action, but he just smirks at you from the bottom of the bed, pumping his cock in his hand.

“Are you gonna take care of me, or do I need to do it myself?” you smirk, dipping two fingers into your wet heat, knowing Sam likes to be the boss in the bedroom and won’t like you antagonising him.

“Patience, Baby,” Sam smirks back, not taking the bait. “You look so pretty and perfect, all spread out for me. I’m just taking a minute to enjoy what’s mine.”

His possessiveness makes you moan, and you see the twitch in Sam’s upper lip, meaning he’s reached the end of his teasing limit. You spread your legs further apart when he crawls up the bed.

Sam’s lips meet yours in a kiss that takes your breath away. His hands are everywhere, touching everything, and you feel overwhelmed in the best possible way. Your hands reach into his long hair and tug, pleased with the moan that escapes him.

You could kiss him for hours. His kisses always tell you how he feels: love, care, awe, desire, lust. All his emotions spill out in how he kisses you, but tonight, it’s different. Tonight, everything feels amplified, and you can’t help but think it’s because of the extra weight you carry on your left hand.

Sam pulls away from your lips and begins to tease your entrance with his glans, and you rest your left hand on his chest. He clasps his fingers with yours and thrusts forward, entering you in one slow, torturous movement. He keeps pushing until he’s fully sheathed inside you and lets out a thunderous groan.

“You feel so good, Y/N. So perfect for me,” Sam moans, pulling his hips back and pushing in again. His pace stays slow, but his thrusts get harder and deeper. It’s not all that common for him to make love like this, but you love how he fucks like he kisses; filled with emotion and passion that never leaves you wondering exactly what he feels or what his feelings are for you.

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deepdisireslonging · 6 months

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No Cum November Part 6: Dripping

The Reader is used in a ritual to summon the ghost that’s been terrorizing campus.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester

Warnings/Promises: canon-level danger, ritualistic SMUT, bondage, wax play, double penetration (split-roast), bukkake (of a sort… just, the boys get messy, okay?)

Word Count: 670

Note: Really had fun with this one. Whew! Let me know how you guys are enjoying the series, I love hearing from you guys. Happy reading!

Part 5: 2 AM Quickie

“You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” Dean paused in tying the next knot around your wrist.

“You guys are gonna be here, right?” You breathed a sigh of relief as Sam nodded.

“The whole time. You remember how to get out of the knots?” He waited for your affirmative hum. “Good girl.”

It may have been just another run as bait for you, but this ghost was going to be summoned with your actual arousal. At first, the ghost had been summoned by the group of horny freshman with a book from the archives. Having found it during your excursion with Sam in the library a few days ago, the possessions and deaths had stopped. But, through trial and error, you three found out that the spirit was tied to the campus, not the book. Nobody knew of a potential grave. The only way to end it permanently was to summon it.

The team was happy to oblige.

Which is why you were currently tied to a desk with candles fluttering all around. The boys had taken turns massaging protective oil into your skin. Dean tied the last slip knot and nodded at Sam, who picked up a candle dripping with wax. He started to chant the summons. Drip by hot drip, he guided the weeping candle over your body. You hissed and writhed under the sensation, and under the gaze of the Winchesters. They watched your chest heave. How your thighs quaked. They panted in time with your mouth falling open to moan. After a few minutes of chanting with no response, Dean took his position.

He filled you slowly, accidentally dripping wax on your lower stomach. You arched, spearing yourself on him faster than he anticipated. He fell forward, stumbling in his words. Sam took over with the chanting, leaving his brother to take care of you.

Maybe the summons was working. Or maybe the way you twisted under the candle max was doing something to Dean. Either way, he gripped your hips tighter, pulled you onto him harder, needed more than ever to hear every way you could scream. His nails scraping up your stomach worked loose some of the wax, leaving ridges in their wake. Sam’s chanting stumbled. The sight of the wax remnants of Dean’s act resembled a way to claw into your skin like never before. He touched himself while refocusing on the chanting.

This was taking too long. Not that you could complain. But the ghost wasn’t coming. When Sam said as much, Dean didn’t hesitate.

“Be a shame to let such a pretty sacrifice go to waste.”

He continued to thrust into you, letting more wax drip around your breasts. Sam’s chanting of the spell switched to chanting your name and whispering filthy things that made your skin flush. You opened your mouth wide for Sam’s cock, happy to relieve some of the pressure he’d built watching Dean ravage you. Filled from both ends and covered in wax, you were too floaty to want to cum. When they needed to spill, the Winchesters added their cum to the ritualistic drippings already covering your body.

They helped you out of the knots. And massaged your joints that had been tied down. Dean wrapped you in the fluffy robe they’d brought after Sam wiped down your sweaty brow. They would clean you the rest of the way at the hotel. While Sam gathered the candles, you removed the tablecloth you’d used to cover the desk. Not a speck of evidence of the failed ritual would remain in the room.

Still, Dean needed to adjust himself.

“Dude, we just fucked her ten ways past Sunday, and you’re still hard?”

With a shrug, Dean grabbed the books. He held them to his chest, looking very much like a guilty student. He caught your eye. “Can we- for the bunker, we can buy candles, right?

You pulled the collar of the robe over your smile. “We can definitely buy candles.”

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Part 7: Double Possession

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hauntedpearl · 1 year

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it's 0:03 on the 24th of january, 2003 and dean is 24 years old. he's lonely and scared and his dad hasn't seen him in person in over nine months. he doesn't really know what to do. he wanders the continent waiting for his father to text him the details of a hunt (john doesn't even bother calling anymore) and when he does, dean goes. he finds something to put his fist through. finds somewhere to kill his liver. finds someone to keep him warm at night. it's all very tideous and empty and he doesn't know how long he's supposed to sustain himself like this.

dean's 24, and his dad doesn't call on his birthday. his brother doesn't either. there was a time when sam would pretend to be asleep, but he'd really be hiding under the covers with candy he bought with change he'd pilfered (badly) from dean's pockets, waiting for the clock to strike midnight so he could "surprise" dean. but that was when dean was 8, 10, 12. dean's 24 now, and his brother doesn't give a shit.

the world feels like it's moving fast when you're 24. you think you've seen all you can already, think you've met everyone you're ever going to meet. wherever you are, whatever you're doing, it feels like that's all there is. forever.

dean's 24, and he's shit faced in a podunk town somewhere in middle america with six bucks to his name and a colt under his jacket.

it's a bleak fucking forever, and he isn't sure what he's supposed to do about it. there's that feeling in his chest like some sonofabitch has its claws stuck in there. he can't breathe. he can't think. he's scared, kind of, but he doesn't even know what he's scared of.

it's a shitty fucking feeling.

dean's 24, and he really, really just wants his mom. his family. he wants a degree, and he wants to see the proud smile on mary's face — lined, it would be lined, because dean's 24 now — when she hangs it up in the foyer. he wants —

well. whatever. it doesn't matter. dean's 24. and alone. and he thinks that's all he's ever going to be.

but dean's only 24, and there's a lot he doesn't know.

it's 00:03 on the 24th of january, 2023 and dean winchester is 44 years old.

he's putting on a show of being annoyed at being woken up at midnight, grumbling and grouching, but really, he's preening under all the attention.

his house — and he has a house — is a mess. he's been corralled onto the couch by jody's girls who crowd around him as he waits for the birthday cake — or pie, he isn't sure yet — to arrive. they joke over his head like he there isn't six feet and change of person between them, and it makes him want to smile.

dean's 44, and his life is slow, and quiet. there's a ring on his left hand and no gun under his pillow. the only time he wields a knife these days is when he's cooking for his family. his hair is more salt than it is pepper, and his knees hurt when he bends them. he's got glasses and hearing aids and he's traded in his heeled boots for orthopedic shoes.

all this is not forever, not really, but he likes whatever it is. there's this feeling in his chest, like maybe an angel's pressed a palm to it and is blessing him. like sunshine. or a good meal. or the sound of his family being dorky in the room over. he's happy, is the thing. he's so damn happy.

dean's 44. he's got an angel for a husband and a band of almost-kids he loves so much he doesn't know what to do with it. his mother's here, too. his mother's here. her face is lined— just like his, because dean's 44 now — and when she smiles, it feels like the world is sighing. like it'll be okay.

it's a good feeling.

it's the 24th of january, 2023, and it is a birthday pie. there's a candle that he blows, and the noise following that is loud enough that he almost worries about the neighbours.

"happy birthday, dean!" they all say — mother, brother, son, husband, and the girls. his family.

cas— his cas, who's here, he's here—holds dean's face in his hands, kisses his forehead.

"i love you," he says. "you, too. always," dean replies.

dean's 44, and his life is good. it's more than good. there's so much he doesn't know, but he's not too worried about all that, because he's not alone.

life happens. they'll deal.

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apocalypseornaw · 6 months

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Real or Not (Pt 2/5)

Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Just as you're beginning to feel like you overreacted the biggest challenge yet gets thrown your way

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You sang lightly along with your Playlist, Kaleo cranking through the Bluetooth speaker you'd hooked your phone up to as you worked through the stack of lore books the boys had stored in the small room just outside of the "dungeon" as they called it. They'd gone on a supply run into town and despite Dean asking you to tag along you'd chosen to instead stay behind at the bunker.

A couple weeks had passed since that day you'd overheard him and Sam talking about Camila. You'd been more careful of announcing your presence coming into rooms hoping to not walk into the middle of any more reminiscing. A part of you hoped Dean hadn't noticed any change in you while another part of you was nearly desperate for him to notice, to soothe your worries.

You let out a louder sigh than you'd meant to, noticing the legal pad in front of you was still blank despite the fact that you'd come in here with intentions to gather more information for the hunters journals you and Sam had been compiling to make assisting other hunters easier. "That thing say something bad to you? Cause I'll kick its ass" your eyes flew up to where Dean was now leaned against the doorframe watching you.

A small smile slipped onto your face "How long you been there?" He shrugged "Long enough to see that you looked like someone kicked a black kitten in front of you" you tried to look genuine when you said "Nothings wrong Dean" he nodded slowly "You sure?" "Of course" he smiled before walking closer, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your lips he tapped his knuckles against the legal pad before playfully saying "You hurt my girl's feelings again I'll set your ass on fire" you laughed despite yourself. Why were you worried when here he was threatening an inanimate object for you?

Yet again you found those three little words warming your lips begging for escape and yet again you choked them back down denying them the freedom to be released into the world. You did love Dean, you were in love with him but you wouldn't say it first. Take away the doubts lingering in your mind you knew him well enough to know the man didn't commit often, you were one of few lasting relationships and wasn't about to say it first just to freak him out.

You realized you were staring at him and felt the tips of your ears warm. Why you weren't sure considering you shared a bed with him and had for a while now. A smirk slipped onto his face before he said "Don't be shy sweetheart. You can feel free to check me out whenever you want, I'm all yours" your head flipped in your chest.

"I just fed your ego even more didn't i?" You teased and shrugged "Maybe just a little" you laughed and shook your head before pushing back from the table and grabbed his hand "Cmon I need a break. I'll help you and Sam put everything away"

You were beginning to think you'd simply over reacted to the mention of Camila. You had a few exes that you ended on good enough terms with that you still spoke to them occasionally and would back them up if need be on a hunt. While it was true none of them came near holding a candle to Dean you had cared about a couple of them.

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You hissed lightly when Sam touched the ragged slice across your arm. Fucking ghouls, you hated the little scavengers. "Easy Y/N" he comforted, the antiseptic cold as he applied it to your wound.

Dean looked up from across the room, the slice across his cheek somehow added to his looks. It wasn't fair he always looked amazing, even when he was bloody "Sweetheart I haven't seen someone take down ghouls that fast in a while" you grinned slightly "Coming from one of you two I'll take that as a compliment"

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Once Sam was through throwing a couple stitches in your arm he placed a bandage over it and smiled over your shoulder at you "all patched up" you nodded "Thanks Sam" He wished you and Dean goodnight then headed for the door that connected the two motel rooms you'd gotten.

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Normally the three of you would just drive back to the bunker but considering you'd had to make the drive down to New Orleans to help a coven with their ghoul problem it had been a unanimous decision to crash halfway back for the night.

When you suggested just getting one room Sam had shook his head "No, I am not risking waking up to the sight of you and Dean being handsy with each other" you had ducked your head from embarrassment but Dean had simply shrugged "She's gorgeous, what can I say?"

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Once the door shut behind Sam, Dean raised an eyebrow at you "What's that look about dee?" You asked and he shrugged "Just thinking you'd be a lot more comfortable out of those jeans"

You felt a smirk slip onto your face "Oh really?" You held his eyes as you unzipped your jeans and pulled them down your legs, kicking them behind you. A smile worked across his face as he took a step towards you "Now let's get you out of that shirt and bra"

You laughed as he reached for the hem of you shirt "So I'd be more comfortable naked?" He caught your lips in a hungry kiss before saying "Yeah, you would but don't worry I'm gonna get comfortable with you"

When you woke up Dean was curled up to your back, his warm breath hitting your neck with every slow exhale as he slept. Your arm wasn't that sore considering although some other body parts were after the night before. A warmth spread through your stomach and lower at the memory of Dean's lips on your body, the way his hips had rolled into yours both of you clinging to each other, a solid chorus of moans mixed with the skin meeting had filled the room.

As if he could hear your thoughts Dean started to stir behind you, his lips finding your neck "What you thinking about?:" you smiled, leaning back into him "A gorgeous guy" he murmured against your skin "Lucky asshole" before his hands began to roam lower on your body.

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You'd just gotten out of the shower and was getting dressed when you heard Sam's voice in the other room talking to Dean. You caught a few words like "Gotta talk to Y/N"

You quickly got dressed and brushed your hair before heading into the main part of the motel room. Both Winchesters snatched their heads towards the sound of the door opening "What's wrong?" You asked and they exchanged a look "A hunter nearby called for an assist" Dean said matter of factly so you nodded "Ok, what's the case?"

They exchanged another look before Sam said "Thinking changling" you groaned inwardly, the last case had been horrible. "Let's get on it. Who is it?" With one final look exchanged between the boys Sam finally said "Camila"

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horny-winchesters · 2 years

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What the Winchester Brothers are like in bed.

(A/N: this is just my opinion and evaluation of their character and sex scenes in the show. please let me know what you think!)

Warnings: SMUT (duh), bdsm, dom/sub, filth lol

Dean Winchester

* MOST SUBBY SUBMISSIVE BRAT WHO EVER LIVED!!!

* He’s also a fan of just normal sex with no type of power play/equal power play. But still. Sub. Dean.

* Such a motherfucking tease it’s not even funny why the heck-

* Straight up gets a boner when you scold him for being so horny.

* Yeah literally so thirsty 25/8 it’s sad.

* You’ll be on ur computer and he’ll start whispering dirty things into your ear.

* He wants to be ruined by you, tied up, choked, spanked. Buuut he is a brat and a bit of a pillow prince. 👑

* You’re dominating him but HE IS IN CONTROL. Dean tells you what to do and he gets it. He’s only obedient if you are.

* “Choke me harder. Faster, bitch. Do I look like glass? Break me.”

* Honestly, being tied up and at your mercy is one of the sexiest things he could possibly think of.

* MARK THAT BITCH. There’s nothing more that would make Dean feel superior to everyone than having your love bites all over his body. Maybe just above his shirt collar so everyone can see. It tells them that he belongs to someone and he finds it super fucking sexy.

* Boasts about his sex life to literally everyone and their mother and honestly its creepy.

* Goes on about how he gets away with being bratty but then u double cross him by forcing him to wear a vibrator while on a case…shit.

* SEXY RULES ENTHUSIAST!!!!

* Give him a bunch of rules to obey in your daily life and if he breaks one, punish him.

* An massive fetish for boobs and god damn does he love a motorboat.

* I think he’d really enjoy you in high heels and looking like a badass.

* And it’s not just in the bedroom he loves your dominance, Dean soooooo has a thing for you bossing him around whilst on a case or literally anywhere.

* Honestly after sex, even though Dean is the one getting used lmao, he always cleans you up nice. He wouldn’t do it for just any girl though. So you’re definitely special.

* Dean is soooo misunderstood by a lot of girls. Yeah he’s in it for the good sex but really just wants someone to take care of him. To be in charge and to protect him for a change.

* In conclusion Dean Winchester horny baby.

Sam Winchester

* Sam is mostly Vanilla, but if it had to be one, I’d say he’s more on the dominant side.

* He enjoys both slow, sweet sex and rough as fuck sex. Though he prefers rough. If you’re okay with it though.

* PASSIONATE AS HECK.

* He’ll choke you and pin you down, all because you asked. But Sam will be so careful with you, always asking if you’re alright.

* Very scared that he might hurt you while being dominant.

* This man likes to BITE. Yes, bite. So be prepared to have to cover up a looooot of hickeys.

* He uses his mouth. Both ways. He’ll not only go down on you like a good boy but he’ll also whisper the dirtiest things in your ear when he’s really in the mood.

* “Fuck, just like that, baby. I want my cock inside you right now. You would want that, huh?”

* Super romantic type so he’d set up candles and flower petals and all of that cheesy stuff to please you and make the experience as pleasant as possible, especially if it’s your first time.

* Sam likes to edge you for hours; your pleasure is his pleasure and edging is just amazing and your moans would be music to his ears, and enough to make him come untouched.

* He wants to make you feel so safe and loved during sex, so he loves the fact that he’s so tall and muscular so it’s almost like he’s protecting you.

* Definitely prefers missionary/being on top of you but wouldn’t object to other positions you wanted to try.

* Will let you dominate him because he thinks it’s cute. How you’re this tiny girl in comparison to him and you telling him what to do just makes him fall in love with you even more.

* If you try and come onto him during a case though, he’ll make sure to tell you off. Angry sex is the result.

* Overall Sam is the cutest bean but also the roughest man ever. He’s just so passionate and loving I need a Sam in my life.

(A/N: Thank you all for reading 🥹 this was my first post so I hope you like it 😊)

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