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Messy Eating

Dean Winchester Masterlist

Summary: Dean’s messy. Whenever he eats, it always falls everywhere on the table, on his chin, on his fingers… It was all fine, until it wasn't. Until that hunt with only you and him. Until jealousy and anger mixed with pie and sexual tension.

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Dean Winchester x F!Reader

Word count: 7202

Warning: Smut, unprotected sex, fingering, p in v, hickeys, lots of finger sucking, food play, messy eating, bit of angst, minor injury

Square filled: finger sucking for @spnkinkbingo

A/n: Here it is! I wrote that one a while ago but never posted it for some reason... I think I didn’t think it was good enough. But I read it again today and it’s so much better than what i do now, which is nothing cause of my writer block xD anyway, enjoy!

“You’re messy.”

It always started the same.

The day started normally. You got up, the second after Sam but before Dean. As you walked into the kitchen, the smell of coffee greeted you with a good morning from the youngest Winchester making lunch. Since you've been living with them, you've never seen Sam miss a single breakfast cooking surprise.

Around the time of your sixth sip of coffee, the bacon roasting in the pan, Dean arrived still half asleep. He poured himself a cup of coffee, complimenting the delicious smell of bacon and how his brother knew him so well, making him his favorite meal every morning.

Then he ate.

The fat from the bacon trickled down his chin as he took a too big mouthful, his tongue struggling to get it all back in his mouth. Crumbs fell on his plate like leaves in autumn, always surprising you how badly he could eat.

Since it clearly was not going to fit in his mouth by itself, Dean used his fingers, pushing the escaping food back inside.

The fat trickled down his fingers as he did so, slowly, it traced the outline of his digits to land in his palms and also between his knuckles… Like a fucking delicious porno… And that was when your day turned into a nightmare. A nightmare filled with dirty thoughts, heat mounting between your legs, wetness flooding your panties.

Dean had big hands, nothing more than normal with how tall he was. Over six feet of muscle and sheer beauty to the eyes. Sam also had big hands. But Dean’s fingers… Dean's fingers were thick, long, large and blunt and from having touched them once or twice during hunts or when you had to bandage bruised knuckles, you knew they were warm, strong and soft to the touch, yet rough from his years of work and hunting.

And then you would start picturing them everywhere on your body, squeezing your flesh, your throat, sliding between your folds…

Fingering you…

And then you, sucking them clean- Him fucking your mouth with his fingers, taping at your tongue cirling them, praising how good of a cocksucker you’ll be when he’ll allow you to have his cock in your mouth-

“You're so messy,” you repeated, tearing your eyes from his fingers now glistening with grease under the neon lights in the kitchen. Christ, you couldn’t keep doing that, picturing every single utility of his fingers, not when Dean and Sam were in the same room! Faking a disgusted face, you hoped neither of the brothers noticed the truth behind your comment. I'm turned on by those fucking fingers, again!

It was unfair, so fucking unfair. Dean was single, you knew that very well. He really enjoyed having fun with women, that too you were sure, you had seen him leave bars more than once with a well-fitted bimbo.

And meanwhile, there was you, Y/n Y/l/n, a hunter-in-training who accompanied the Winchesters on hunts to learn and fix whatever injury they would get. Little Y/n who never left bars with anyone and always watched the dream on two bow legs leave with a different person every night.

It was so unfair when he was so close, but yet so far to you. It was unfair how you wanted him but were too shy and hesitant to do the first step, scared of rejection and how it could ruin your relationship with him.

Clearly, there was something more than friendship you felt for the green-eyed hunter. At first you thought it was only admiration and a little crush, after all, he was a very hot and beautiful man, but then… It grew up. More. And more. And recently those feelings, if you could call them that, had taken a turn… In the most uncomfortable craving way. It wasn't just that you loved the girth of his fingers or his tongues licking their lengths, or his lips wrapping around his digits…

It was worse than that.

His hands. His fucking fingers. You would catch yourself staring at them for long periods of time now. As he cleaned his guns, washed the dishes, or passed them against his face or through his hair. You stared at his hands all the time, so much it hurt your focus during hunts.

When you couldn't watch them, you were imagining them. Alone in your room, your hands buried in your panties, fingering yourself at the thought of him. Picturing his thick fingers instead of yours as you touched yourself… So lost in that fantasy you could almost hear his growls and feel the warmth of his body against you on the bed-

And at first, masturbating while thinking about Dean managed to lower down your needs enough to be in the same room as him. Okay, looking him in the eyes was still impossible, and the first few times you were so embarrassed, like he knew, and you had to leave immediately, but your core wasn't burning up anymore in the mere presence of him. But then, it wasn't enough. Thinking about him, about his hands, about his lips… It didn’t do it anymore, it didn’t fill the need or satiate your arousal.

The worst was when he ate. It was like no one taught him table etiquette, or that he was doing it on purpose to make you fucking horny. Food would trickle down his fingers like an invitation, any sauce, grease, jelly, cream… It drove you so fucking crazy!

“Can't help it when it's that good,” Dean muttered with his mouth full, bringing you back to the present. “Delicious,” he purred, and suddenly, it was like he knew. You were sure he heard your thoughts, that’s it, Dean’s a mind reader. Because next thing he did was put his fingers in his mouth. One at a time, slowly, he sucked his fingers clean.

Dean started with his thumb. He put the larger digits in his mouth and sucked it clean, the skin glistening with saliva, an adventurous droll of spit still linking his lips to it. For the index, he did the same, but then, there was still grease left between two fingers, so he had to use his tongue… Sliding perfectly in the tight, narrow space. For the remaining fingers, he licked them up like lolipop, from the bottom to the top, humming and moaning his approval at the taste.

You were dripping. You could feel it, the warm puddle between your legs was growing intensely as he finished cleaning his hand. Melting on the chair at the fucking sight.

And when the right hand was done, he licked his lips, eyes wide with the pleasure of the taste, stared at his left hand and… started licking it.

Under the table, your legs closed together. In the useless attempt to release some tension, you rubbed them together, trying to find some friction, but when a moan almost escaped you, you knew you had to leave. “Excuse me,” you suddenly got up, not even touching your breakfast and leaving your coffee on the table. Sam looked at you questioningly, but you barely acknowledged him before you almost ran out of the kitchen.

Now in the security of your room, the door locked, you quickly stripped off your pajama pants and panties to look at the damage.

Yeah, it was a close one.

And now you were so horny, you couldn’t leave it like that. You had two choices. Rub one out, hoping you could be fast and silent enough for the Winchesters to not notice, or take a freezing shower to cool out your head.

“Y/n, dress up, Sam found a case!”

His voice alone had powers over you, even when he was saying the most normal of things. Because, again, your imagination drove the wild route, and you started to imagine him giving you orders and dirty talking to you- that mouth was made for sins after all.

“Gimme 10 minutes!” It took a couple of tries, but you could actually manage to answer without missing a single word.

Cold shower it is.

That was mostly what you had to go through every day.

It couldn’t continue like that, it was now not only uncomfortable because of your inadequate arousal, but also because jealousy was starting to break your heart. But what could you do? Tell him? No way.

10 minutes later, you were ready to go on the hunt that Sam had found. It didn't look very complicated, mysterious disappearances, all the victims had been in the same building, cold spots, most likely a ghost.

You were waiting for Sam and Dean by the car when the green-eyed hunter entered the garage, his bag on his shoulder. "Hop in sweetheart, you're riding shotgun."

A crooked smile tugged his perfect lips as his perfect arms tucked his bag into the trunk of his perfect car. "Sam will sit in the back?" You asked, opening the door to sit in front, Dean sitting next to you. Usually, for Sam’s gigantic legs, he had to be in the front and you in the back, so this was new.

The immediate proximity with Dean gave you a heat stroke that took your breath away for a moment. Wait, how do we breathe again? Why is my heart reacting like this? It's not normal, usually I can at least breathe! Don’t look at him, you’ll look weird, you are weird, stop!

Your eyes fell on his hands on the steering wheel despite your mind just ordering your body not to look at him. His thick fingers played with the key before inserting it into the ignition. Ah, yes, to breathe, I have to inhale. Okay, I can do it. You let the air enter your lungs through your nose, but it only made things worse when his perfect scent reached your senses. Fucking perfect he smell divine.

And now his scent was already all over the habitacle.

Dean twisted the key and the engine purred its sweet melody. "No need, it's just you and me today," he simply announced. As if he had just announced a discount at the grocery store.

"What?" Your voice came out sharp and a little broken, like a seagull being strangled. Your eyes searched for him as he shifted the gear into reverse, the garage door opening behind you.

"Don't worry, you'll be fine." He patted your thigh as he said this, green eyes glancing your way slightly. Your whole body stiffened at the sight and touch of his large warm hand on your body. “You're ready for a two person hunt.”

Only one ear listened to him, and you watched with sadness his hand leave your thigh to land on the bench behind you. The hunter leaned dangerously towards you, head turned towards the back to reverse out of the garage.

“Oh, I’m not worried about that,” you muttered under your breath, looking at the bunker disappearing in the rearview mirror as he drove away.

“The fuck was that!”

Now in a motel room, the hunt was finally over but it was not thanks to you. It was a ghost, exactly like you suspected, but then, it wasn’t only that. They were two, twins, kids, they died horribly in that building decades ago and now, every year at their anniversary, they kill the people that entered the building the same way they died. Blocked all doors, played hide and seek with them and then…

Locked them forever in the building, slowly killing them of starvation and madness.

“You had one job, how could you screw it up that bad!!”

The bones were easy to find, but at the same time, impossible. They were both still in their hiding place, the place they died all those years ago. The moment you arrived, you and Dean split up to search the grounds, but then, because you really were not focused, you missed all the important clues that were leading you to the place you had to go.

And here you were now, sitting on a chair, a bag of ice on your head where it hit the wall, your hand stuck in a bandage where you burned yourself trying to burn the bones.

“I’m sorry,” you tried again, but Dean wasn’t having it. He had nothing, no scratch, no wound, he burned his bones easy peasy, and when he went and checked on you, it was to see you with blood on your forehead, struggling to light your matches and burning yourself with them when you noticed him.

“I thought you were ready,” the hunter groaned, his hand rubbing his eyes slowly. Your gaze followed the movement and you couldn’t help but lick your lips. Christ, Y/n, not the time!

“I’m sorry,” you tried again. “It doesn’t hurt though,” you removed the bag of ice to show him your forehead. Dean opened his beautiful green eyes and worry could be read in them like in an open book. Guilt too. He regretted coming with you on this hunt alone. And you bet he would never allow it like, ever again.

Dean reached out to you suddenly, leaving you no time to think of a proper reaction to his proximity. Big, wide hands rested on your cheek, lifting your head up, concerned eyes focusing on your forehead. Swallowing hard, you let him do, feeling one of his hands leaving your face to gently stroke your wound. A hiss left your mouth. It was sensitive. “Doesn’t hurt my ass,” Dean let go of your face, stepping back. “What happened back there? I know you can deal with ghosts just fine, and the ghosts were not even there.”

Crap. Your lie wasn’t working anymore. The ghost twins only appeared at their birthday, which was not today.

You glanced down at your hands, playing with them nervously. Truth was, you tripped, simply, you were not focused, thinking about things and a certain person you should have not been thinking about, tripped on a plank and hit the wall face first. And when you heard Dean coming, ashamed of your clumsiness, you burned yourself trying to light the bones on fire as quickly as you could.

“I tripped and fell, that’s all,” you ended up replying, still avoiding his eyes.

“I can’t believe it!” Glancing up, you looked at him, not understanding why he was so pissed about this.

“What’s wrong with you? Why are you making a scene?” You got up, voice louder echoing in the small motel room. “I tripped, it happens! Can you let it go!”

“Let it go? Sure!” Dean exploded, anger filling his eyes and you really tried to understand why he was so pissed. “I’m letting it go, I’m going,” he took his jacket, his keys, and slammed the door on his way out.

“What the fuck?” You sat back down, putting back the bag of ice rather roughly on your head and winced. “What's wrong with him?”

You still had no idea why Dean was so mad. You got hurt, it happens, and the hunt went well, you burned the bones and that was it. Still, you felt like you did something wrong and didn’t like having fights with him, so you did what you thought was safe, you walked to the grocery store and bought Dean a pie. Maybe it wouldn’t be enough for him to forgive you for whatever you did, but you knew he wouldn’t be able to stay moody when he would get back if he had a pie. Dean could never be mad with a pie.

If… He came back.

You suspected he went to a bar and would probably spend the night with another nameless chick, so you left the pie on the table with a note, saying you were going out and you were sorry. Anger and jealousy were boiling in your veins at the thought of him with another girl, but you were still wondering why he was so mad in the first place.

You decided it was time to dress up for the rare occasion of you going out and even put on some makeup, glad you brought all of those things with you this morning. The fed outfit would do the job, short, black pencil skirt with a tight white blouse.

The bar was close to the motel, and no Impala in the parking lot informed you Dean wasn’t there. Perfect. It was your turn to have some fun, you had to let him go, Dean would never be interested in you, and tonight's weird reaction only confirmed that.

After a few drinks and a few men crossing your path, you finally found the right one and were ready to leave with him for the night. It wasn’t something you did often, one night stand with strangers, especially after you drank and after a fight with Dean, but tonight, you wanted to. Be like him a little, be wild, do whatever you wanted, and the guy was handsome. Tall, short hair, brown eyes… shorter than Dean tho. And more muscular. But it wasn’t Dean you wanted.

Also the stranger’s hands… They were not like his. Big, yeah, but his fingers were longer, less thick, nails not as blunt. Probably someone working in an office, those hands never saw hard work in his life, other than holding a pen to sign some documents or lifting weights at the gym.

No, you had to stop comparing him to Dean, it wasn’t Dean you wanted.

Your high heels were starting to get uncomfortable as you walked with the stranger to his car, his name was Glenn or… Sean… Or… His name had no importance whatsoever.

One moment, you were sure of yourself, dizzily walking to his car, but then, you were not so sure anymore and you stopped on the spot.

“Everything okay sweetheart?”

The way he said that pet name wasn’t him. It wasn’t…. He wasn’t the man you loved. You drank tonight, but not enough to lose the last remains of your consciousness. This, this wasn’t you, sleeping all around with strangers, pretending your feelings and your attraction for the green eyed hunter didn't exist.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized, starting to step back, scared he would suddenly get really mad at you for changing your mind. Men were like that, getting angry, treating women like sluts and teases for changing their minds. “I can’t…”

“Hey,” he softly said, a soft smile drawing up on his lips. “It’s okay, we don’t have to either. Don’t worry.” Even if his words seemed trustfull, you were still suspicious. Your hunter instinct kicked in, but in that outfit, there were no pockets, so you had no weapon to defend yourself. “I know how it feels.”

“What?” You frowned, your head tilting to the side as he stepped back instead of closer.

“I came here to forget, and… And well, I don’t want this to turn bad. I had a great evening, it can end up like that,” he proposed, shrugging his shoulders.

You studied him for real. “Wow, they still exist,” you laughed, really believing him now. Truth could be seen in his eyes, you were good with reading people’s intentions. “I must confess, I had a nice time too, Steven.”

“Glenn,” he laughed, and this time, you really felt the tension leaving your shoulder. “But close enough.” Glenn walked closer to his car and then turned to you. “Let me drive you home at least?”

In the end, even if the bar was close by foot to the motel, you accepted Glenn’s proposition. It felt good to trust someone, not immediately jumping to the conclusion he had to be a monster or possessed or a complete dick. Glenn was nice, kind, too, and in the car you learned he was the CEO of a paper company downtown and well, things weren’t going well at his job, that was the reason he was at that bar.

The drive ended up rather quickly, and that was when you noticed the beautiful 67 car in the parking lot. “Damn it…” You cursed. You wanted to drown in the seat.

“What’s up?” Glenn asked and you turned to him, rolling your eyes.

“Someone I don’t really want to face is there,” you confessed, staring at your wounded hand. Glenn probably followed your gaze, because you felt him tense beside you.

“He's the one that hurt you?” You turned your head to look at him. “Saw your head,” he added, and you were sure if you didn’t stop him, he would leave his car and beat the shit out of Dean, only Dean would end up beating the shit out of Glenn.

“No! God, no,” you hastened to say. “I tripped, that’s all. I swear,” you raised your hand like a promise and laughed, but he didn’t seem really convinced. “Tell you what,” you continued, picking up a pen from your purse and then his hand to write something in his palm. His skin was so soft and warm, you really wanted to stay with him in the car more, just holding his hand. It felt… Normal. You didn’t know you wanted normal until now. Just a hand to hold on to, a body to cuddle, some warmth. “Here’s my number. Text me, I’ll have yours, does that reassure you?” You smiled.

“Yeah,” it was Glenn’s turn to smile. “Thank you, have a nice night, Y/n. Call me if you need anything.”

“Will do,” you said, and then, purely because he was the nicest guy you ever met, you leaned down and kissed his cheek. “Good night.”

You watched the car leave the motel parking lot until it got swallowed into the darkness of the night. Your phone buzzed in your purse, a sign Glenn just texted you. Good, you had his number. Maybe you could see him again one day.

You stayed outside a little bit more, standing alone in the silent parking lot, staring at the motel. Now, you had to enter the room you shared with Dean, really hoping he was alone and not screwing another chick. Actually, you hoped he was with a chick, you would have a good reason to call Glenn back and go to his place. Anything to avoid another confrontation with Dean that would end up breaking your heart.

When you entered the room, at first you saw nothing. It was pitch black. But then, a light turned on on your left and you turned your head to see Dean sitting at the table in front of the pie you got him. Talking about an entrance.

“Had fun?”

You watched the hunter sit back against his chair, legs spread, feet tapping on the floor, arms crossed on his chest. He was still wearing the same shirt but didn’t have his plaid shirt on. Your eyes immediately stared at his biceps a bit too long. No, Y/n, you are mad at him. Stop looking at his perfection.

“Lots,” you replied, walking to your bed, ignoring his eyes burning your neck as he kept on staring at you.

“Glad you had fun with Glenn,” Dean continued and your head snapped towards him.

“What?” You were on the verge of exploding. “You followed me? How did you-”

“Got his license number, less than a minute and I had his name, age, address. Did you know his company is falling apart?” Dean continued, green eyes burning as he kept on looking at you. “I read some very interesting stuff about the CEO sucking at his job.”

“That’s not of your fucking buisiness! I’m a fucking adult, I do the fuck I want with who I want,” you exploded finally, walking towards him.

“He could have been a monster, Y/n, did you think of that?” Dean leaned forward, still sitting on his chair. He was lower than you since you were standing up, but you never felt smaller. Not with the way he was looking at you. Almost… Disappointed. “Or a demon, you didn’t even have holy water on you!” He gestured to your outfit with his hand. Yep. Disappointed. Disapproving your choices.

“I can take care of myself!” You groaned, walking even closer to him. One more step and you would be standing right between his legs.

“Guess not, or you wouldn’t have hurt yourself in the hunt!” He grabbed your wrist, showing you your bandaged hand.

“Will you let the hunt out of the conversation? Christ, what the fuck is wrong with you? I got hurt, get over it!” You tried to get back your hand, but his grip tightened.

“What’s wrong with me?” Dean rose up, his height swallowing you down immediately. You lifted your head, not breaking eye contact. You were fed up with his attitude. “What’s wrong with me is, I know. How you look at me, disapear in your room the moment I do something remotely sexual, like this!” Taking the hand that wasn’t holding your wrist, Dean suddenly dipped two fingers into the pie, cupping some cream from it. Showing you his now messy fingers, he put them in his mouth, sucking them slowly. Some cream stayed on the corner of his mouth and you felt yourself choking the need to reach up and clean it. “I know. I see you,” his voice was now rusty, low and dangerous. “I hear you when you touch yourself. Do you think about me? About my hands? Do you imagine my fingers instead of yours when you finger your tight little cunt?”

Your lips parted to breathe, but Dean took it as an invitation. Sugary and thick, the fingers he just put in his own mouth stroke your lower lips, inviting you to open wider. Completely under his spell, you obeyed and felt him slip his fingers in your mouth.

It had an immediate effect, you felt yourself growing weak as your tongue licked his digits even cleaner than they already were, tasting the flavor of the pie on them. Closing your lips around them, you started sucking, eyes not leaving his green gems, like two magnets, impossible to look away.

Dean tilted his head to the side and removed his fingers, a thread of saliva connecting your mouth to them. “You’re driving me fucking crazy and you have no idea how much I dreamed of this…” Leaning towards you, Dean’s face was so close you could feel his breath on your lips. Beer, the sugar of the pie, you were hungry and only a slight distance separated you from kissing him. “So… Were you picturing me, all those times I heard your little whimpers? All those times the smell of arousal lingered in your room… Meaning you just touched yourself and got off, huh? Tell me…” His hand was still holding your wrist, but the other had free access to your whole body. Even if his skin was warm, burning, even, shivers still climbed your skin whenever his fingers grazed your flesh. They ended their exploration against your neck, playing with your hair and then, circled your throat gently. “You need to use your words, sweetheart… How badly did you want your fingers to be mine?”

“So… So bad,” you whispered, chasing his lips like he was the only oxygen in the room. Heart pounding fast, you could feel the beatings between your legs where it ached to be touched. Dean groaned, not letting you kiss him yet.

“Hmmm,” he hummed, his hand leaving your throat, touching every accessible part of your body as it got lower but avoiding your breasts. “Hmm… Say please,” he muttered, green eyes locking with yours again. You could feel his fingers against your thigh, going up under your skirt, so close to your core and yet, so far.

“P-Please…” You begged, your mouth obeying his demands without your mind needing to order your body. “Please, Dean… Need you… Your fingers…”

“Where? Where do you need my fingers, sweetheart?” He was doing it on purpose, stroking the inside of your thighs and you moaned, trying to get him to touch you faster. “Nuh huh… Words.”

Reaching down, you captured his hand, guiding him towards your core, panties now drenched and hot with your arousal. “Here… On me… In me… Please…” You whimpered, your head now a mess of him. Your thoughts were a mess of his voice, face, how good he smelled, how bad your lips burned with the need to kiss him, to have everything, to have him whole. “Please, I want your fingers inside of me… Please…” You grinded on his hands, biting your lips, moaning when you felt him shiver.

“Fuck, begging me so good… So fucking wet, all for me?” You could feel Dean’s smirk as he placed his lips on yours, finally kissing you. And like that, you let go, your free hand gripping his shirt, kissing back with everything you got. Tongue out, you licked his lower lip, Dean groaning as he opened his own mouth to let you in. For a couple of seconds, you dominated the kiss, it was messy, loud, your moans filled the room with his low growls as you kept on grinding on his hand. But you lost any rhythm when you felt him toss your panties to the side to immediately sink two fingers inside of your drenching hole.

“Oh, fuck,” you broke the kiss, trying to breathe, the sensation so perfect. You felt already full, full of him, his digits so thick inside of you. How many nights have you dreamed of those fingers inside of you, pumping your tight entrance? Way too many lost nights, trying to get off, picturing him, all of him on you, in you… A shameless moan escaped your lips, immediately swallowed by his mouth.

Once again, you tried to find your breath, it was so much, almost too much all at once, your legs shaking with the stimulation, but Dean cut down that possibility as he kissed you once again, his fingers already moving inside of you. They were going slow at first, teasing, even, almost exploring. You could feel them move inside of you, stretching your entrance, and then finding the spot that turned your moan into a high pitched whimper.

“Found it,” Dean smirked against your lips, and then, he started pistoning that spot again and again. Your visions whiten and you closed your eyes, struggling to stay up as pleasure attacked you in waves. The sound of your wetness as he moved his fingers was almost nasty, so loud, but you couldn’t hear it very well, not under all the sounds you were making. “That’s it, cum on my fingers…”

Like it was an order your body was eager to obey, you let go, your orgasm exploding between your thighs. It felt powerful, washing over your whole body, shaking as you struggled to stay up once again, and you felt something warm trickling down your legs. “Hm…” Resting your forehead on his shoulder, you moaned lazily as his fingers slowed down to a stop.

“Nuh huh, look at me,” he ordered, and even if you were still stuck in the high of your orgasm, you tilted your head back just enough to look at him. Dean had his hand up, fingers glistening with your juice and smiled as he slowly and teasingly licked his fingers clean. “Hmm… Sweet, just like I thought…”

The sight made you quiver and you swallowed, staring at every single one of his gestures. How his tongue was so pink, agile, moving languidly from bottom to top and then twisting around his digits, not missing a single spot, his chest vibrating a satisfied hum. He took his sweet time, on purpose, making your need for him stronger by the minute. And before he even finished, you freed your hand, grabbed him by the collar and pinned him to the wall, lips already stuck to his, kissing him. Hands started undressing each other until there was only flesh against flesh, hands on skin and tongue against tongue.

Once you were both naked, Dean guided you to the bed, his hands burning wherever he touched, and right now they were on your waist. You landed on the bed in a soft hmf. Your breath cut, but before you could even find it again, Dean was stealing it with his lips, kissing you again.

“Please,” you begged, your hands lost in his hair as his face was hidden against your neck, kissing and leaving his mark on your skin. Tugging, you tried to make him look at you, but only a groan answered you. “Dean, please,” you tried again, and then you felt it. Without him even looking at you, Dean pressed his cock to your entrance and pushed in slowly, stretching you and filling you up so good your head rolled back, giving him even more access to your throat he kept on attacking.

“So tight for me sweetheart,” Dean groaned, kissing your throat once more before looking at you.

It was a moment frozen in time. Two bodies joined, two souls staring at each other, eyes lit by desire, a fire that was almost extinct but always there, finally eating, finally living for real. And he was beautiful, Dean was beautiful, inside, out, everything about him was beautiful. You found yourself reaching up, cupping his face inside your palm, fingers brushing his scruff. It tickled your skin and you felt your heart flutter in pure love when he leaned against your touch, closing his eyes. A soft exhale brushed your face, like all the pressure of the world just left his back.

“Dean…” It was a whisper, only his name, but how you said it, the moment you said it, it meant everything. It was everything Dean needed to hear, everything he dreamed of. It was sex, but at the same time, it was so much more. It was the hunter allowing himself some happiness, it was him allowing his needs and desires to be true, to get them, like he deserved.

Green irises met yours as he opened his eyes, looking at you like you were the most precious thing he ever saw. It made you feel special, like you belonged to him, so many unspoken words readable in only one second of staring into his eyes.

“Y/n…”

The moment he muttered your name, his lips parted, letting the groans he was holding escape his mouth. And only then did you understood that what you felt for him wasn’t only attraction or sexual desire. It was more. Maybe he felt it too, because right now, you were closer to him than you ever were. And the moment he said your name, you felt him start moving, hips rutting, his length easily slipping back and forth inside of you. You moaned, your hand gripping his neck, inciting him to lean down and kiss you, and who was he to deny you anything? Dean leaned down, capturing your lips and stealing both your breath and your moans.

At first, it was soft, but quickly, the heat and the need that was previously so strong came back with force. And quickly, he was pounding into you, fast and hard, your hands scratching his back as your head rolled back, moans of pure pleasure flooding out of your lips. Breathing fast, Dean was groaning, mumbling things like good girl, feels so good, and the few times you managed to keep your eyes open was to see him close his. And then you could admire him, truly, without any mask, pleasure flooding his beautiful face. Cheeks red with the heat and maybe the situation, he was even more beautiful.

“Fuck, so close,” you heard him groan as a rough thrust made you see some stars. He heard the change in your voice, because his thrusts changed to keep doing that. Rough, long thrusts going even deeper into your core. “Gonna cum, cum with me Y/n,” Dean instructed and then you felt it, warm and thick, his thumb asking for access to your mouth. You let it in, parting your lips, sucking on his digit and biting into it as you felt the knot in your core expanding more and more. Moans got muffled by his finger and you bit harder, eyes rolling back as you felt it come, your walls fluttering around his shaft, it got higher and higher and then, it finally snapped in a pure bliss of pleasure.

It was so good you closed your eyes on the spot, breathing hard to get oxygen into your lungs. It was almost impossible for you to hear anymore, your ears shrilling, but you were glad to still have some hearing left to hear him as he reached his own climax.

Dean removed his finger from your mouth to place both of his hands on the bed. Rougher thrusts met your cervix, spasms of overstimulation controlling your body, and then he stilled and a long groan softly echoed in the room as you felt him spill inside of you.

“Oh… fuck…” Dean’s face dropped back against your neck, breathing in your scent, kissing the sensitive flesh of your throat. And even if his lips were burning and bruised by all the kisses you shared, pleasant shivers ran down your skin, bringing a nice, refreshing feeling. Giggling, you stroke his back softly, your fingers tracing the muscles around his spine, skin covered in sweat.

“Dean, it tickles,” you whispered. One last kiss and Dean was pulling out, laying down beside you on the bed. The two of you stared at the ceiling for a while in silence, not knowing what to say. It wasn’t awkward per say, the moment was needed to cool down, from the intense sex, yeah, but also to get back rational thoughts.

“You asked what was wrong with me,” Dean ended up breaking the silence, and you immediately turned to your side to look at him. He was still staring at the ceiling and licked his lips. “Everything’s wrong with me,” he ended up confessing, and even if you really wanted to cut him off and deny his words, you let him continue. “When I saw you were hurt, I got angry, because it was my fault.”

“It wasn’t-” You couldn’t help it, you had to make him understand none of this was his fault, but Dean shook his head.

“It was. I knew it, for a while now, not very subtle, Y/n…” A smile stretched his lips, and if the conversation wasn’t so serious, you would have adored watching him smile. It was precious, it wasn’t often you could admire that smile. “I knew how distracting I am, can’t help it, I know I’m hot,” he joked again and you rolled your eyes. Of course, having a heart to heart conversation with Dean Winchester would always end with jokes. The hunter was never known to enjoy serious and deep conversation involving feelings, like he wasn’t allowing himself to have them. Like it was forbidden to feel things. “But… I still chose to go hunting with you, and you got hurt, and I got so mad, but not at you, at me, and then I came back and you weren’t there… And even if I was a complete jerk, you still got me a pie to apologize for something you didn’t even do, I…”

“Dean,” you tried again. Dean finally turned his head towards you, and you could see hurt shining in his eyes. Your heart sank.

“I tracked your phone, found you at the bar. With that guy. I got angry with jealousy, so I left and came back here, and then when you weren’t leaving his car, I tracked his license number. His company failing isn’t his fault. Steven is mister perfect nice guy. ”

“Glenn,” you couldn’t help but correct. Dean rolled his eyes, a glint of jealousy still shining in his eyes at the mention of him. You knew how Dean could be possessive sometimes, of his car, for example, but being jealous of a perfect stranger… It was hiding something deeper than that. You don’t get jealous of people without any feelings. “So…” You changed the subject, really hating to see so much pain in his eyes. “Not only did you know how I felt, you enjoyed it, you enjoyed torturing me.”

Dean turned completely towards you, frowning. “That’s all you get from this conversation?”

“What I get,” you got closer and watched his Adam apple bob up and down in nervousness. “Is that you knew, and on purpose, tortured me with your damn hands.”

“I mean, yeah, but,” Dean trailed off, wide eyes clearly confused as to where the conversation was going.

“Dean, I’m usually really good at reading people. And when… When we…” You searched for your words, heat invading your face as the thought of it. “Had sex, I saw it. What I get is, you don’t allow yourself to feel. I know you think you can’t be loved, that you’re the wrong in what’s wrong. But it’s not true.” You got even closer, now completely invading his personal space. “What I get is, I… I have feelings for you. But now, I need to know, do you have feelings for me too?”

There was another silence. It wasn’t long, the time of two hearts synchronizing with the other as realization hit. And in those couple of seconds, you could see every emotion going through him by simply looking in his eyes. It was a whole book, a complete story of how he felt, from doubt, sadness, anger, understanding.

Love.

“I do, I think… I think I love you…” He finally said, and this time, the smile that stretched his lips was true and you welcomed it with great joy. Softly, you placed your hand on his cheek, stroking his skin with your fingers. “But you’re really bad at reading people,” his smile turned into a smirk and you frowned. “Cause you never understood I was doing it on purpose.”

“Oh, I’ll get my revenge just fine,” you grinned, your thumb slowly stroking his lower lip. “You can count on that.”

“I’d like to see you try… But first, can we huh…” Tongue poking out of his mouth, Dean licked his lips, purposely touching your thumb. Arousal poked you between your legs, suddenly really awake and aware of the proximity of the naked man in the bed with you.

“Hm?” You trailed, your attention focused on what he was doing with his mouth.

“Eat the pie? Cause it’s there and I’m hungry,” he casually said, but again, you could see all the mischief glowing in his eyes.

“You want to eat it with your hands, right.”

“Oh yeah,” Dean was already up, bouncing towards the table. “So you can lick my fingers clean after.”

“I hate you,” you sat up, looking at him now sitting at the table in all of his naked glory. Gosh, he was so beautiful, it was unfair. Shining with happiness and love. Starting to allow himself to feel.

“No you don’t.”

And like that, with the nastiest and hottest expression on his face, Dean dipped his thick fingers inside of the pie. It shouldn’t be turning you on so bad. But yet, it did.

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nescaveckwriter · 3 months

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Don't Leave Me

Dean Winchester x Reader 🐞

Summary: Dean, did the unthinkable, and cheated on you, on your anniversary.

A/N: Oh yay, I'm so excited, not only my first one shot, but also my first one done for the bingo @jacklesversebingo 🐞❤️💕 I'm just so excited to hear what y'all think. Much love my bugsies 🐞

Line: I don't really hate you, but I hate what you have done to us!

Warnings: Angst, A Lot of Angst! 🤔 Sorry about that😱

Word Count: Honestly no idea😱 will check next time🤩

Cover Art: Done by me 🐞 and the pic's from Pinterest and Canva 💕

Characters: Dean Winchester, Mention of Sam, and you❤️

"No Dean" I screamed, tears streaming down my cheeks.

"You don't get to look at me like that" I sniffed

"How could you do this to us?" Anger and sadness visible on my face

"Baby Listen" his voice low

With my hands on his muscular chest I shove him backwards, screaming now, "I don't need too listen, dammit, nothing you say is going to change a thing"

His emerald green eyes, is welled up, "just listen please" barely audible

"I hate you Dean" I say while throwing the ring on the floor

Taking a suitcase from the closet, tossing in any clothes I can find.

"You're leaving babe?" the distraught look on his face, caught you off guard

"Don't look at me like that, its your fault" you shove him out of the way walking to the bathroom to grab your toiletries.

He grabs ahold of your arm, spinning you around, and into his chest, "let me go," making my hands into small fist's, hitting against him, though it's not really doing anything.

His eyes pleading "sweetheart, please just listen to me, it didn't mean anything"

Squinting your eyes, "it didn't mean anything? Don't lie to me, Dean"

"I'm sorry" he claimed

"Yeah, your sorry I found out" I sneered

His jaw clenches, "no, babe, I'm serious it didn't mean a damn thing"

"Great so you threw all of this away for nothing" I smirked

"I was drunk okay! I didn't know what I were doing" his face full of guilt

Laughing a little "that's a lame excuse if I ever heard one"

You can't stand to be this close to him, hearing his heart beating, the way he looks into your eyes, the way his arms is holding you, you always were so weak when it came to him, it always were like some sort of special gift he had, making you putty in his big hands. But not today, not know, not after what he's done.

Trying to get out of his tight grip, you try to shove him backwards again, but he just holds you tightly, his voice revealing the sadness "do you really hate me"

Searching his face, his emerald green eyes, now, almost hazel like. Your voice brittle, tears streaming down my face "No, I... I don't really hate you, but I hate what you have done to us"

He thumbs away some of the tears, letting out a whisper, "I'm so sorry sweetheart"

"Sorry, just sorry, it won't work" you whisper - scream

"Then what will, baby" he asks

"I don't know,! nothing! The day you slid that ring on my finger, you swore you'll never betray me, break my trust, or trash my heart, guess what you did" getting angry all over again now "how could you" and with that you get out of his grip

Realising what he did, he just stood there, not making a sound, just listening to the sound of her crying, crying he caused. "Dammit" he cursed underneath his breath.

Taking her suitcase she walks out of their shared room, right to the door, glancing over the house she called home for the past five years, the memories they shared, the laughter, it's all gone now, in one night, he managed to erase five years of their lives together.

Dean runs towards her, "Baby wait, just stay, it's 3 in the morning, you can't drive like this" concern in his husky voice.

Glaring at him, "don't act like you care, if you did, you would have known, what yesterday was"

Dean, looks at her puzzled, following her eyes to the kitchen, he's jaw dropped when he saw the kitchen table, set and decorated for two, candles, placed with champagne flutes, and a bottle that was supposed to be on ice, a freshly baked pie in the middle.

"Babe, I'm"

"Don't finish that sentence, I'm so sick and tired of your sorries," I warned.

"I can't believe I was so naive, yesterday when you didn't show, I called Sam, he said as far as he knew you went for a drink, the case you worked on hit you hard, I was afraid you had to much to drink, and maybe gotten in a accident, but to my surprise, I found you with that... that, woman, her arms wrapped around you having a good time, how the hell could you do that to us, to me?" I screamed

"Babe, it meant nothing, I love you"

Tears flooded down my cheeks "no! Dean! You do not love me" you mumbled, "goodbye Dean"

"Please baby, don't go, don't leave me" he pleaded

He grabs a hold of your wrist, but you shake it loose, almost running towards your car, hearing him say something in the distance, but you reply with a shout "don't you follow me Dean Winchester" and with that you started the engine, put it in drive and drove off

In your rearview mirror, you see the man you loved, still love, standing there distraught look on his face, the blurriness of your glazed up eyes, makes it hard to focus on the road ahead, but you just drove further anyway, not wanting to stay there, the way he made you feel, the hurt, pain and betrayal is just to much.

Seeing taillights of her car, is just one too much, how is he going to fix this, why did he do what he did, "what am I gonna do" throwing a punch in the air.

He just stood there in the pouring rain, watching as the love of his life, went further and further out of his reach.

That's when he heard the tires screeching on the wet road, and then the heart wrecking loud noise, he just some how knew it was her. He ran, he ran as fast as his legs could carry him.

"Noooooo!" Screaming as he got closer, her car hanging over the road barrier, "Baby," he grabs ahold of her hand, her face bloodied, her legs pinned, her eyes, bloodshot from the crying, "Dean" she whispers with pain. "I'm here sweetheart, don't leave me, I love you" a half smile on his plum lips. With the closing of her eyes she whispers "I love you too Dean"

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Supernatural in 2020 said:

Jensen Ackles in 2023 said:

#oh I didnt want Dean to go out the way he did #Jensen Ackles throwing Dean Winchester a birthday party in 2023 was not on my bingo card #Jensen is the biggest Dean stan #Castiel is close second #insane man #spn s15e14 #The Winchesters

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smellingofpoetry · 1 year

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Last Time?

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Benny Lafitte

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: They promised each other it would be the last time.

Square/s Filled: “Age Difference” (@spnchristmasbingo), "Lingerie" (TMAS Bingo - @supernatural-jackles), "Dirty Talk" (@spnkinkevents), “Suck on my fingers and get them nice and wet for me.” (@anyfandomkinkbingo)

Warnings: age difference, smut, 18+, finger fucking, sex, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk

Rating: +18

Words count: 2460

A/N: Hi there! Not long ago I wrote a fic called “A few moments of madness” for the beautiful @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone. It was fun writing that one, especially the part where I left with that huge plot twist. I genuinely thought it was the end of the road for this story, though, until the inspiration hit me. And what was I supposed to do if not write it down? So, here we are today. I think I’m starting to figure out my way with smut, but I’ll let you judge that. Let me know what you think about it. Enjoy!

He was in big trouble.

Since his little accident with his best friend's daughter - if that's what you wanna call it - he tried to avoid Benny at all costs. He did a pretty good job if you asked him, until the Christmas holidays. He wasn't in the mood to celebrate since what happened with Lisa, and he definitely didn't want to spend Christmas under the pity glances his family would throw at him. Sunday's lunch was already too much for his own taste. So, he decided to spend Christmas alone for once. Maybe eating take-out on the couch just like a grown-up person would do. He had everything planned already until Benny asked him to join him for Christmas dinner.

Dean knew he should have ignored the bell ring - he knew it.

Either way, he agreed because it was Benny and because, of course, he felt guilty for what he did. So, now, he was stuck celebrating Christmas with his best friend and his daughter. Yes, the same girl he had fucked months ago, and he still jerked off at the thought of it, even though he would deny this last piece of information with all his strengths if anyone asked him.

Dean had a plan, though.

He had spent the prior night wide awake, planning his way through the whole Christmas dinner. It was a solid plan, and he was kinda proud of it. He just needed to stay away from Y/N and follow every step just like he had planned them.

What could possibly go wrong?

They were halfway through dinner and Dean was pretty sure he was going to hell. His plan, which was supposed to be solid, blow up in his face the moment he stepped inside his friend's house. He didn't even know how that happened, but here he was facing Y/N at the dinner table. He did his best to avoid her gaze and participate in the conversation, but if he had to be honest the only thing he could see was her bent down on his kitchen counter. Because of that he almost choked on his food on multiple occasions. Thank God his friend was too busy making sure everything was perfect for his daughter.

Yeah, his daughter…

Dean's thoughts trailed off again until he realized he was staring at her sweater a bit too much.

"Oh, crap, I forgot the beans."

Benny's voice caught his attention just in time to see his friend get up. Dean followed suit without thinking about it, too afraid to be left alone with Y/N.

"I'll go get them." he tried, earning a weird look from Benny.

"No, man, sit down. You're our guest. I'll be right back."

And with that Benny was already out of the room, leaving Dean with his napkin still in his hands, staring at the door. He cleared his throat, glancing at Y/N, who was watching him amused, before sitting down again.

"You're being weird," she told him while sipping her wine.

"No, I'm not." he scoffed, even though he knew she was absolutely right about it. Y/N raised one of her brows, watching him from the rim of her glass which earned an eye roll from Dean.

"Okay, fine, but in my defense, I just want you to know that when I came here, I had a solid plan to walk me through this..." he said, gesturing at them and the room they were in it.

"Oh, and how's going?" she asked amused, trying her very best to hide her smirk. Y/N figured she had done a poor job from the way Dean was looking at her - unimpressed.

"Clearly, it ain't working."

"Clearly," Y/N smirked, putting down the glass she was still holding.

Dean scowled at her, wanting to kiss that smirk out of her face. Wait, what? No. Absolutely, no. - he had to scold himself for thinking stuff like that about his friend's daughter, even if that same person was looking too damn cute for her own good.

"Okay, stop doing that."

"Stop what?" she asked with her brow raised in confusion.

"You know what! Never mind," he said, stubbing some of the vegetables on his plate with the fork. He didn't even like vegetables, for fuck’s sake. Y/N looked at him for a few seconds, glancing in the direction of the kitchen before leaning more toward Dean.

"Look, I know that we started on the wrong foot..."

"You can say that again." Dean scoffed, gulping down a generous amount of red wine.

"And I would like for Benny not to know about, you know..." she said, pointing at the two of them. "...us."

Dean sit up straight at that, putting down his glass and leaning more in her direction before speaking in a lower voice.

"He can never know about us," he said, panicked.

"So, could you, I don't know, act a bit more normal?"

Dean furrowed his brow, opening and closing his mouth a few times his mouth trying to find the right words.

"Yeah, right, right. I can do that," he assured her, even though he wasn't sure who he was really trying to convince, her or himself. She nodded her head with a small smile, satisfied by his answer.

"Great. And, oh, Dean, what happened between us..."

"...it can never happen again." he agreed, finishing her sentence.

Y/N was pressed against the wall, her Christmas sweater pulled up and her breast spilling out from her red bra. Her skirt was around her waist by now, while her panties were discarded somewhere on the floor. She could still picture Dean's face when he discovered the lingerie she was wearing under her Rudolph sweater.

Her breath hitched in her throat at the feeling of Dean's cold fingers against her hot skin. Y/N felt them travel along the inside of her leg until he reached her aching pussy. He ran his fingertips along her slit way too gently, making her ache even more.

"Please..." she moaned, letting her hips sway back and forth in search of some friction.

"You want more, hm?"

Y/N nodded her head enthusiastically, trying to stifle a moan and failing miserably. Dean smirked, biting down on his lips. Yeah, hell was definitely waiting for him, and he couldn't care much.

"Suck on my fingers and get them nice and wet for me, sweetheart," he whispered, taking away his hand from between her legs. Dean saw her open her mouth, sticking her tongue out for him and he had to restrain himself to not groan out loud. Damn, this woman - he thought while pushing three of his fingers inside her mouth. Y/N welcomed him without saying a word, sucking his fingers as if her life depended on it. Dean's free hand traveled down his pants, unbuttoning them to free his aching cock. He pushed them down just under his ass, taking down with them his boxer. His cock sprung free, tip red and precum already leaking. Y/N sucked at his fingers one more time before letting them free, licking her lips right after. Dean didn't even give her time to think about what was coming next and his three fingers found their way between her legs again. He circled her clit a few times before pushing inside her wet folds. He fingered her hard and fast, watching her take it thrust after thrust while taking hold of himself and giving a few strokes at his hard cock.

"Oh! God... Dean..." she whimpered, moving her hips against his hand while trying to hold herself somewhere, anywhere. She could already feel herself getting closer and closer, already tasting the pleasure when his fingers stopped, making her whine. Dean put his hands on her hips helping her move on her unsteady legs, positioning her in front of the bathroom mirror. He stayed behind her, watching her intently while his hands traveled along her body. He reached for her breasts, squeezing both of her tits in his hands and making her moan.

"You have to be quiet, now, Y/N. Can you do that for me, hm?" He asked her, licking the skin on her neck before latching his lips around her earlobe. She bit down on her lip, nodding her head at his question. Dean smiled with her earlobe still trapped between his teeth. He sucked at her skin one more time just for good measure before helping her lean forward.

"Bend down on the sink and spread your legs for me."

He didn't need to tell her twice. Y/N bent down, spreading her legs in the process. She felt exposed under Dean's gaze which made her even wetter than she already was. Dean bit on his lip, unable to take away his eyes from her glistening pussy. He took hold of himself, letting his cook brush against her folds a few times before lining himself at her entrance. He started to slowly push inside her, his eyes never leaving the mirror to watch her every single expression. Y/N closed her eyes, biting down on her lips to stifle the moans wanting to escape her. Dean let his fingers disappear between her hair, gripping a few of her strands and pulling them towards him. Y/N followed his movement arching her back and exposing her breasts even more.

"Open your eyes, babe. I want you to watch me fuck you," he whispered in her ear, feeling her shiver against him. She breathed heavily, taking a few seconds to regain control over her heart before opening her eyes just like he had asked her. The moment her eyes opened and looked at him through the mirror, Dean filled her with a deep thrust. Her whole body was pushed forward, and Y/N barely had the time to put one of her hands on the mirror to keep herself from crushing against it. She tried to follow every push of Dean's hips, matching his rhythm.

"Look at you, being fucked in your dad's bathroom by his friend." Dean panted in her ear, while still fucking her with a brutal pace. Y/N bit down on her lip harder, but she couldn't help the sound that came out of her at Dean's words. So, she put a hand around her mouth not trusting herself enough to be quiet, not when he was playing dirty. Dean smirked at her reaction, thrusting hard inside her while one of his hands went to her breast squeezing hard.

"Do you think he noticed your absence or he's too busy with the new year eve's party?" he asked her, knowing full well she wasn't going to answer him too busy pushing her hips against his hard cock. He let slip his free hand in between her legs, founding her clit.

"What would Benny think if he saw you right now, hm?" Dean felt her walls fluttering around his cock at that, making him falter for a moment.

Y/N let go of her mouth free even though she knew that wasn't a smart move, but the need to hold on to something was too much. So, she held onto the sink not being able to do anything if not stay there and take every push of Dean's cock ready to burst.

"Dean..." she whined, hoping that the music downstairs would cover her moans.

"You'd like that, don't you?"

"Oh God..."

"Say it," he told her, rubbing faster and faster at her hardened clit.

"Fuck... yes! Yes... yes..." she sobbed while the hardest orgasm of her life washed over her; her juices coating his cock. Dean groaned at the sight of her coming undone and after a few more thrusts he was spilling inside her, filling her up.

"Fuck, babe, yes." he panted in her ear, while his hips spasmed a bit more.

Dean collapsed on her, being careful to not crush her against with his weight. He breathed heavily, resting his forehead against her shoulders. Y/N rested against the cool sink, trying to catch her breath while letting her fingers travel between Dean's locks.

"That was..." he whispered, licking at his cracked lips.

"...the last time?" she asked him, scratching at his scalp making him moan.

"Yeah."

"You already said that yesterday after you fucked me on your couch..." she whispered, glancing at the mirror to look at him. Dean hid his face in the crock of her neck, grabbing at her breasts and squeezing them.

"...and the week before when we fucked in your car..." she whimpered, knowing exactly what she was doing while he bit down her skin.

"...and at Christmas dinner..."

Dean pulled hard at her nipples, making her gasp, and her core clenched around him but that seemed not to be enough to stop her.

"...half an hour later I was sucking you off, remember?" she asked, pushing him away gently just enough to turn around to have a better look at him. Dean let her move, still keeping her trapped between him and the sink, already missing the warmth of her pussy around him.

"Yeah, I remember that like I remember being balls deep inside you while your dad was sleeping three doors down," he whispered kissing her hard, letting his tongue swirl around hers.

God, she was able to make him a needing mess - he thought making a huge effort to push away from her. Dean licked at his lips, tasting her while slowly starting to recompose himself the best he could.

"We should get dressed and go downstairs before midnight," he said to her, bending down to grab her red lacy thong. She nodded her head, starting to adjust her bra before pushing down in his place her sweater. Dean kneeled at her feet helping her with her panties, pulling them up at her leg, and stopping halfway through to give one last lick at her wet pussy. Y/N shivered at that, opening her legs a bit more to give him better access at which she earned a gentle suck at her lips before he pulled her panties all the way up. Dean got up, kissing her one last time letting her taste herself on his tongue.

"You go first, and I'll follow in a few," he said to her, watching her adjust her skirt before walking to the door. She put her hand around the knob ready to turn it when she glanced at him.

"So, last time?" Y/N asked him just to be sure.

"Last time."

"Great, I'll see you back at your house then."

She winked at him before opening the door and slipping out of the bathroom. Dean closed the door behind her, resting his head against the cool wooden.

He was a dead man, but damn if it wasn't worth it.

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winchester-girl67 · 2 years

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Sensory Overload

Summary: The reader tells Dean that she's on the spectrum after he finds her hiding out in his room after a hunt.

Requested by @whoooooisthis: "I was wondering if you'd be okay with writing Dean Winchester x autistic reader (with sensory issues, and possibly a hyperfixation on the lore/mythology the boys use to hunt)?"

Pairing: Dean x autistic!reader

Square: Clothes sharing @spnfluffbingo Dean's Flannel @supernatural-jackles

Word Count: 2,489

Warnings: autistic!reader, autism, mentions/implied hyperfixation, anxiety, separation anxiety, ADHD, sensory issues related to autism, stimming, a little angst, a little pining, emotional hurt/comfort, cuddling/kissing, mostly fluff

A/N: Sorry this took so long, I'm really behind on requests. I hope you like it. Also written for @spnfluffbingo and @supernatural-jackles’ Tell Me a Story bingo.

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You snuggled more into the comforters, wrapping Dean's pillow tighter around your head to block out the cacophony of sounds in the bunker. The high-pitched buzz of the fluorescent lights in the hallway mixed with the constant droning sound of the ventilation system, but neither compared to the silence of your cell phone.

You called the boys fifteen and a half times in the past hour, but still no answer. You were worried, terrified you missed something in the lore that could've led to their demise, because why else haven't they picked up yet. Dean always called you when they finished a hunt with praises on your research skills, you saved their asses plenty of times without even being in the line of fire.

Your forte was in the books, you knew everything about everything, hunters from all parts of the country looked to you for information on vamps, ghouls, djinns, shifters, ghosts, demons, wendigos... You name it, you knew it, and you loved it, spending your days in the library; but sometimes you got a little lost in it and that's when having the boys around really helped.

Dean especially was great at drawing your focus, usually after he'd just tried a new recipe in the kitchen and needed a taste-tester. You didn't have the heart to tell him that most of his 'masterpieces' were mostly inedible, though he did make incredible chocolate chip cookies and apple pie. He made those most often.

You wondered if you'd ever get to taste those again, if the boys would come walking in that bunker door any time soon, if you missed something in the lore. But you had scanned the pages too many times to have missed anything. Something else must've gone wrong.

You couldn't remember how long ago it was that you curled up in Dean's bed. You weren't supposed to be there, you never crawled into his bed unless he was already in it and you couldn't sleep. You started to cry, not heavily, just one or two tears that escaped as you started to rock back and forth and back-

The lights in the room flicked on. You didn't open your eyes until a pair of strong hands pried yours off the edges of Dean's pillow. You met the gaze of the green eyed man of whom you'd come so accustomed to. You've only lived with them for a year now and your diagnosis had never come up, but you couldn't avoid it now, not anymore. Not that you were avoiding it, it just never came up.

You looked away and sat up in his bed. You glanced around at the state his room was in. Dean liked things tidy and you'd made a mess of it. His clothes were thrown over every square inch of his bedroom floor. You glanced back at him, he looked tired but you didn't think he looked angry.

"Before you say anything, I'm sorry!" You blurted out, wiping your cheeks dry.

"Okay," Dean eyed the mess, "You wanna tell me why you look so guilty?"

"You didn't answer your phone, you always answer your phone. I got worried. I'm sorry." You hugged yourself and squinted at the bright lights, "C-can you turn those off, please?"

Dean nodded and turned on the bedside lamp, then flicked off the switch for the ceiling lights. You started to relax slightly in the more dim setting, especially now that you knew he was okay. You sucked in a slow breath not wanting to completely lose it in front of him. How long have you been there? You didn't know and hugged his pillow to your chest.

"Better?" He asked, you nodded, "Were you asleep?" You shook your head and tugged on the trim of the pillow case, "What's wrong, Y/N?"

"I-I was worried," you said, you knew he was looking at you but you couldn't meet his eyes. "Y-you didn't answer your phone."

"Sammy's phone died and I broke mine," he explained, tossing the two pieces of his cell onto the table next to the lamp. You winced at the clattering sound, he noticed but didn't make a comment. Instead he spoke softer, "And that makes you raid my closet?" He asked, pulling on the hem of your shirt sleeve, but you pulled your hand away and you thought you heard him sigh.

You had changed out of your clothes and into his. A pair of sweats, a t-shirt, and the purple plaid of his that you adored. There was just something about his clothes that calmed you, they weren't itchy or confining like yours were. And they smelt like him, at least the flannel did because he'd worn it briefly before he left. You were a little embarrassed when you saw him notice. But Dean never judged you, you loved that about him.

"I needed something soft and your clothes are softer than mine, and it smells like you. It calms me. I'm sorry."

"It's a bit big on you, isn't it, sweetheart?" He laughed and you frowned, "Hey, that was a joke. Y/N?"

You didn't always get his odd sense of humour, he loved sarcasm but you never really understood it, even if you laughed at a couple of his remarks from time to time. You liked it better when he was blatantly silly and told dad-jokes. That's actually how your friendship started out, with bad jokes, that's how he got you out of your shell. With Sam you bonded over research in the library until you surpassed his knowledge and he couldn't teach you anymore, now it was workout routines and health related stuff like early morning runs or protein shakes. You never told Sam that you'd rather eat one of Dean's masterpieces over those protein shakes. But he did start adding berries to yours which helped.

"Sorry..."

"Don't be sorry, Y/N, you haven't done anything wrong." He said, furrowing his brow.

You flinched when he tried to touch your hand again, so instead he huffed and crossed his arms over his chest. You cleared your throat and mirrored him, crossing your arms over the pillow you continued to squish to your chest.

"I'm on the spectrum, Dean." You said, making eye contact for a second and watching his features soften.

"I didn't know," he shook his head and sighed like he should've though. Because you were good friends, best friends; hell, half the time he flirted with you. Hard. That was probably the one thing he made painfully obvious, when he hit on you. But nothing ever came of it. Yet.

"I don't tell many people, at least not until we get to know each other. I'm not embarrassed or anything, it's a part of me and I like who I am. But some days, I just want to be me, you know? Without the label." You explained, shuffling over a bit when Dean sat next to you on the bed.

"I know what you mean, sweetheart," he chewed on his lip for a moment as if contemplating something, "I have ADHD... This is the first time I've told anyone. I won't give Sam the satisfaction of knowing he was right, he's been saying I have it for years and I just know he'll give me that 'I told you so' smirk he likes so much." He laughed and shrugged, "I'll eventually tell him though... One of these days."

"I know."

His eyes widened, "You do?"

"Yeah," you nodded, still tugging on the welt edge of the pillow case.

"How?"

"It's super obvious, Dean. You have way too much energy for someone your age, you're super impulsive, and you're easily distracted." You rambled your observations on his personality from the past year. Those were exactly the things you loved about him though.

"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that comment about my age." He gave you a pointed stare but you could tell he was teasing because he smiled, "Why'd you tell me now?"

"I've known you for a while now, I trust you won't treat me different. Kinda hard to explain all this too," you said, waving your hand to quickly gesture around the room. You hadn't noticed what you were doing in the moment, but now you realized you'd thrown more than half of his wardrobe onto the floor in your search for his softest clothing.

He shrugged, "Could've just said Cas was here. This is nothing, I've seen him do more damage than this before. I'd have believed it."

You shrugged, "I guess, I'm tired of lying to you, or not telling you the whole truth, especially you."

"You can always tell me the truth, sweetheart, and if I can't relate, I'll try to understand." He said, placing his hand between you like he hoped you'd grab it, "You're not alone, Y/N."

"Thank you," you swallowed, staring at his hand. You wanted to reach out but you couldn't convince your hands to let go of the pillow case.

"No, thank you for trusting me enough to share this with me. I appreciate it and everything you do for us. I honestly think we'd be lost without you. I know I would." He didn't say it in his usual flirting tone, but you knew it wasn't a joke either. There was definitely something more to those four words.

"So, you're not mad about the, y-your room?" You asked, pressing your face into the pillow and side eyeing him.

"No, but I am curious, now that we've brought up this whole honesty thing. What did you think of my last conquest? The bacon corn soufflé, you never did say much." He asked with a raise of his eyebrows and you scrunched up your face, "You know you’re not that great at hiding when you don't like something, why do you think I limit my culinary masterpieces to once a month and instead make cookies and pie mostly now?" He smiled showing off his pearly teeth.

You smiled too, "I could go for some cookies."

"I have half a batch in the freezer, wanna get some with me?"

You shook your head instantly, "It's too loud out there," you motioned to the hallway behind him.

"I have an idea, do you trust me?" He asked and you hesitated but ultimately nodded. Dean pulled open the drawer of his bedside table and pulled out a pair of noise-cancelling headphones, "Can I..?" He gestured as if he was going to put the headphones on you and you let him. It was so quiet and peaceful, you honestly don't know why you didn't think of this sooner.

You saw Dean's lips moving and lifted one side of the headphones, "What?"

"I said," he chuckled softly, "I'm gonna shower real quick and then I'll come get you for cookies and milk, okay?"

"Okay," you agreed and pulled the comforters up, holding them under your chin.

Dean ducked out of the room with a fresh pair of sweats and a tee tucked under his arm. Stopping at the door to glance back at you quickly. You gave him a soft smile and snuggled down into the bed again.

It felt like he was only gone for a second when he returned freshly showered with damp hair and smelling of, lavender? He used your body wash again, that always made you giggle; when tough-guy Dean smelt of pretty purple flowers.

He sat on the bed next to you and you lifted the headphones again, "Snack time?" He asked.

You glanced at the open bedroom door behind him and shook your head, "It's too bright." You let the headphones fall back into place and Dean raised a finger as if he needed a minute and disappeared out the door.

The lights in the hallway dimmed to half their brightness and Dean returned with a grin plastered on his face. He spread out his arms and raised his brows and you found the same smile plastered on your own face as you slid out of bed and followed him into the hall.

Dean left the lights off in the kitchen and grabbed the freezer bag of chocolate chip cookies from the freezer. He split open the bag and dug one out to hand to you, then popped one between his own lips, letting the warmth from his mouth defrost the dough before biting into it.

You sat on the counter and watched Dean move around the kitchen in the dark. He knew it like the back of his hand and in no time at all, there was a glass of milk in his hand and another one next to you. You shared the cookies until there were none and polished off your milk. Dean took the glasses and placed them in the sink before turning to you.

It was a comfortable silence as he stood in front of you but you couldn't hold his gaze for more than a second at a time. Until you caught his top lip and started laughing. You gestured to his milk-moustache and he chuckled by the roll of his shoulders and wiped it away. You wiped your mouth, just in case you had one too. He nodded his head towards the hallway and you followed him back to his room.

You already made up your mind that you were staying with him tonight and since he didn't push you towards your own room, you figured he was fine with that. You crawled into bed and lifted the headphones from your ears. You didn't really want to sleep with them on and you were feeling better now.

Dean grabbed the remote from his bedside table, "What do you say we watch a movie?"

"I don't think I'm up for a movie, De." You said, turning on your side to face him.

"Why not?" He replaced the remote and scooted down in bed next to you. Surprisingly he didn't make any move to touch you after his last few failed attempts and instead propped his head on his hand so he could look down at you comfortably.

"The screen moves too fast and I just need quiet, I still feel on edge a little bit." You explained.

"Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?" He asked.

"Hold me," you said, suddenly wanting to feel him surrounding you. He shifted closer and pulled you into his arms tentatively, "Tighter." He hugged you more, "Tighter." He squeezed you.

You sighed and nuzzled your face against his chest, feeling everything melt away as you melted into him. He kissed the top of your head with no intention of letting go and gave you another squeeze.

“Thank you,” you mumbled. “Dean? Can we get a dog?" This was an ongoing battle you were determined to win.

He sighed and kissed the top of your head again, "Only if I get to pick the name."

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Magical Blooms

Genre: romance / mutual pining / fluff

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: none I think?

Written for: @spnchristmasbingo

Square filled: Flower Shop AU

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My first ever Dean Winchester fic and I’m terrified. Please let me know what you think! Also, all the flowers used at each part of the story are used for a reason…

This wasn't a big deal. Nope. No. Not at all. Not in the slightest. Actually, it was the exact opposite of a big deal. An insignificant speck if you will. And one that certainly hadn’t even registered on your radar. After all, there was a flurry of customers walk through the doors to Magical Blooms each and every day, and quite a number of these were regulars. Just because one of those regulars was an undeniably gorgeous man that flirted shamelessly, owned more flannel than you thought possible for one person, had adorable bow legs, and the most captivating green eyes that you had ever seen was most certainly not a big deal. And just because he was inexplicably absent today after you’d seen him every Friday without fail for the last six months was also not a big deal. It's not like you had really noticed anyway, having spent the morning softly singing Christmas songs along to the radio whilst putting together a similarly themed bouquet with holly, pine, and red chrysanthemums. And okay, maybe you were secretly hoping he would love said bouquet, but that also wasn’t a big deal. You just liked to please your customers. And anyway, all of this had to be no big deal whether you liked it or not because he had a girlfriend. A girlfriend that he came and bought flowers for weekly without fail, coming into the store and carefully choosing something different and unique rather than having an easier standing order. You couldn’t decide if he was completely in love or just an incredibly attentive boyfriend. Either way, you couldn’t let it be a big deal.

He had first rushed in to your little shop at the end of May and purchased a beautiful and remarkably expensive bouquet of white roses. You couldn’t help but drink in the way he had looked in a dark Henley, red plaid button down and jeans, shaking yourself a little to ensure you weren’t just gaping as he paid with his card. The small smirk on his face before he hurried out told you that you might not have succeeded as well as you’d hoped.

The next week he was back much to your delight; his dirty blonde hair gorgeously disheveled and green eyes sparkling at you the second he walked in. After casually browsing the shop he made a beeline towards you.

"Which of these do you like better?" he had asked as he approached, one hand holding yellow carnations and the other deep pink gloxinia. You put the pen down on top of the order form you’d been failing to fill out for the last ten minutes and forced yourself to go into professional mode. You were used to helping guys pick flowers; just because this one looked like a damn Greek god didn’t stop you doing your job.

"They are both great choices. Are they for a special someone? Or maybe a special occasion?"

"Well sweetheart, I guess I would say they’re for a special someone." he smirked, wetting his lips with his tongue and you couldn't help the way your heart beat a little faster at his deep rumble.

"Okay, well what sort of flowers does she like? Or does she have a favourite colour maybe?"

"Uh…" he faltered.

"Or he." You quickly amended, hoping you hadn't offended him. His eyes bulged a little and you were sure the flowers weren't for a man. You couldn't help feeling a little pleased.

"No." he shook his head, looking a little flustered. He took a deep breath. “No. I…" But his answer was cut short by the sharp call of Rowena, your interfering but well meaning boss and the owner of Magical Blooms.

"Y/n!"

"Excuse me just one second," you told him before meeting Rowena at the door to the back room.

"I don't pay you to flirt with customers now do I dear. I don't care how attractive they are." You felt your cheeks heat up at the volume of the older lady’s Scottish brogue. There was no way he hadn't heard her.

"Rowena!" You whispered indignantly. "Don't be embarrassing. He is buying flowers for his girlfriend!"

"Well that is a damned shame" she whispered back with a mischievous smirk, her eyes darting over to the perfection still stood at the counter. “Because that man is delicious." You rolled your eyes. You had a strange but very close relationship with the older woman having worked in her shop since you were a kid. From the way you spoke to each other though people wouldn’t have known. Most of the time your conversations sounded more like arguments. You spun on your heel with Rowena calling with a smirk "Remember I won't hesitate to fire you!"

You heaved a sigh, biting your lip to stop the retort that was brewing. Instead you made your way back to the handsome customer, plastering on a smile to cover the fact you were positive he had heard every word.

"Sorry. My boss." You rolled your eyes again.

He laughed; a deep sound that struck you low in the stomach and sent your heart into overdrive once again. "I understand, Sweetheart."

You shot him a grateful smile, keeping eye contact longer than was necessary. The green captivating you completely.

"So…do you know what flowers your girlfriend likes?" You asked again, desperately clinging on to your professionalism.

He shook his head a smirk on his handsome face. "We have only just met."

"Hmmm…." You thought briefly, glancing between the flowers. "I would say most women would probably pick the carnations out the two. They are a pretty safe bet."

He nodded but looked at you thoughtfully, narrowing his eyes, like he was trying to read your expression. "I asked which you liked better though, and you prefer the pink ones, don’t you?"

You tried to hide your surprise that he had noticed your preference for the gloxinia. You frowned and his smirk grew, his eyebrow rising mischievously.

“Yes, I just think they’re beautiful." You said honestly with a shrug. With a satisfied nod and a breath-taking smile that lit up his whole face, he quickly returned the carnations to their place.

"Gloxinia it is then!" he said; his smile boyish and utterly adorable.

You grinned back helplessly as you reached for the flowers in his hand and firmly ignored the hum of electricity in your body as your fingers gently brushed.

"My name is Dean." He said as you rung up the bouquet.

"Y/n."

That visit was just the start and you very quickly found that you looked forward to your Friday shift more than any other. Each week Dean would walk around the shop in his flannel shirt, examining all the available arrangements and then ask for your input and opinion. There was always a smile and usually a wink or flirty comment too and you couldn’t help how quickly he became your favorite customer. As the weeks went on you eventually started talking about other topics. You learnt early on about Dean’s pride and joy; a sleek black Impala that he affectionately called Baby. It almost frightened you how soon the hum of the engine became familiar to you as you eagerly awaited his next visit.

In late July he told you that he would be gone for two weeks while he visited his younger brother in California, pride once again colouring his tone. You had been taken aback at how much you had actually ended up missed him in that fortnight and realised just how important his visits had become to you. Remembering his girlfriend however you mentally scolded yourself and forced your thoughts elsewhere. But then Friday had rolled back around and he was there, almost first thing, in relaxed jeans, his favourite red plaid button down and damn it if your heart didn’t do a flip just at the mere sight of him. There was an eagerness to his expression that made you think that maybe, just maybe, he had missed you too.

"Welcome back!" You smiled despite the promises you made to yourself to take a step back. To not let yourself fall for someone who was already taken.

"Thanks sweetheart! It's so good to be back," he said as he closed the space between you. "I, er, well I brought you something." He pulled a small wrapped box from his pocket. You looked at it quizzically. "A gift, for my favorite florist." he explained. "I saw this and, well, it made me think of you."

Your eyebrows shot up; you didn't know what to say. After hesitating a moment too long he shook the box slightly for you to take.

He waited patiently, rubbing his jaw with nerves, as you unwrapped it. It was a dainty gold necklace with a small primrose pressed in glass dangling from the middle. It was beautiful and so very thoughtful. "Dean… wow. Its wonderful. I absolutely love it." You smiled up at him shyly and you saw him visibly relax as he beamed back.

"I could er, help? Put it on I mean. If you wanted me to?”

You nodded, passing him the necklace before turning slowly and moving your hair out of the way for him. You steadied your breathing as best you could, feeling your heart pound in your ears. His warm fingers brushed softly against your neck as he fastened the clasp and you felt yourself shiver involuntary. You looked back over your shoulder to him, his hot breath tickling your neck from your proximity yet he didn’t step away and you found you couldn't move either. You were trapped in a space full of his smell, his body heat, and your own thudding heart.

"Y/n. I…" Dean began only to be interrupted by the thudding of the shop door as a frantic customer came barrelling through. The spell you were both under immediately broke and you stepped away, breathless and eager to get rid of the interruption. But after fifteen gruelling minutes of helping debate the merits of pink roses over red; Dean motioned that he had to go. It was only later that night that you realised he hadn't bought any flowers.

The beautiful gift and his lack of purchase had filled you with a strange hope. Had he perhaps broken up with his girlfriend? What would he have said before you got interrupted? Would he have asked you out? The questions plagued you all night and into your shift the next day. Your fingers toying with the trinket around your neck constantly as your thoughts wandered to Dean. You were still brooding over the possibilities as you helped your best friend Benny pick out flowers for his anniversary.

"These are perfect as usual! What would I do without you, Sugar?" Came his Southern drawl as he wrapped his arm around you and kissed your head affectionately. You rolled your eyes at his antics when you suddenly noticed Dean in the middle of the door way, your heart soaring at his unexpected appearance. You smiled brightly but he didn’t return it; a strange, sullen, look on his face. You stopped yourself from frowning and turned back to your friend; eager for him to go so you could speak to Dean alone, preferably before Benny realised who he was as the embarrassment opportunities would be just too great for him to pass up.

“So, I’ll see you this weekend?” You say, remembering Andrea had invited you and some other friends over for dinner.

“You will indeed,” he replies easily, pressing another kiss to your hairline before retreating out the shop, the door thudding behind him.

You turned, your eyes searching the shop for Dean. Benny is long forgotten as your mind turned towards finally finishing your interrupted conversation. He was studying a wall of flowers, half turned away from you.

"Hey!" You said a little breathlessly as you reached him. "I’ve been expecting you." He turned with raised eyebrows "I mean, you know, since you didn't, er, buy anything yesterday." You gave a small smile as your stomach erupted with butterflies. Your fingers latch onto the cool glass of your necklace, the necklace he had just given you the day before, for reassurance. "The…uh… hyacinths are fresh." You gestured awkwardly at the yellow flowers in front of him. “Or I have some marigolds you might like?” You were hoping this would be it, that he was going to turn around and tell you he wasn't here for flowers. That actually, he no longer had someone to buy flowers for. Instead he sighed and pouted. "Yeah, the hyacinths are fine."

You nodded, feeling your heart sink like a stone. Ever the professional though you gesture to an arrangement. "Is this one okay?"

"Sure." He grabbed it without even really looking and swiftly walked past you, heading to the register. Silence reigned as you rung him up. Instead of bright eyes and friendly banter there was a crease in his brow and a slight frown. It was the first time you remembered feeling uncomfortable around Dean and it felt so wrong. Your mind floundered for conversation topics. You paused before handing him his receipt.

"Dean. Is everything okay?"

He finally looked at you, and flashed half-hearted smile that looked more like a grimace at best. "I'm fine, Sweetheart. Just a lot on my mind."

"Oh, sure." You replied stiffly as you handed him his receipt. He took it and turned to go. You felt a weird constriction in your throat; the meeting had not gone as planned. You grabbed at your necklace and just as he placed his hand on the door you called out. "See you next week?"

You meant it as a goodbye but you could hear the question in your voice as clear as day. He paused, tossing you a look back, and his face broke into another small smile, though this one was much more genuine. "Of course, Sweetheart. Next week."

The next week came and he appeared and things went back to normal, as if nothing had ever happened. You talked and flirted and he bought his flowers. You never took the necklace off and felt sure he must have noticed, though he never once mentioned it. You tried not to be disappointed, you tried to be satisfied with your relationship, limited as it was, and enjoy the moments you shared. Mostly you succeeded. Sometimes you couldn't help yourself and tried to pry information about his mysterious girlfriend.

"So, you two must have an anniversary coming up soon?" You asked one day in early November as he contemplated some red carnations.

"Huh?" he turned in confusion.

"Well, when your first came in at the end of May you said you had just met someone. So your six month anniversary as a couple should be coming up." You rushed to explain yourself. You glanced shyly up when he didn't immediately respond. He had a wicked smirk plastered on his face.

"Why, Sweetheart. I didn’t realise you monitored my love life so closely."

"I don’t.” You quickly covered with a roll of your eyes. “It's just my job to remember this kind of stuff. That’s all.”

“Right,” he said disbelievingly, the mischief never leaving his eyes. “And how do you know that we would even celebrate such a minor anniversary? That’s very chick flick.”

You scoffed. "Please. Dean you are such a hopeless romantic. I’d put money on you celebrating any anniversary!"

"I take offense at the idea that I am hopeless or romantic!" He points his finger at you.

"Oh come on! You literally come here to buy flowers for her every week! How much more romantic can you get?"

"Yeah well, perhaps I only come to see you." he shot back, the teasing words sounding oddly serious with his tone. You meet his gaze and find yourself unable and to look away. The moment stretched on before you finally bit your lip and turned away with your heart thundering in your ears. It was only later that night while you pondered what he could have meant that you realised he had, once again, avoided telling you anything about his girlfriend.

You thought about his words often as you absently clutched your necklace. You wondered what he had meant and if you were crazy to think he had meant anything serious.

Benny had caught you in just such a moment of contemplation last week.

"Hello! Y/n! Anybody home?" He called snapping you back to reality.

"Sorry what?"

"What is up with you today, Sugar? It’s like your not even here." Benny asked.

"It's Friday." Rowena responded from her perch behind the register. You shot her a dirty look.

“What’s Friday got to do with anything?” Benny asked, still looking confused.

“Loverboy is coming today."

"Don't call him that." You groaned as Benny perked up at the same time and asked “Loverboy?”

"Well, what should we call him?" Rowena smirked wickedly.

"Nothing! Because he is just a customer. We aren’t dating. We aren’t lovers." Rowena just raised her eyebrows, smirk unwavering and you threw your hands up in exasperation.

“Hold up,” Benny interrupted. “Is this the mysterious Dean you mentioned a few weeks back?”

“Indeed,” Rowena supplied as you pinched your nose in frustration.

“Yes, but he’s just a friend and he has a girlfriend. There’s nothing there.”

“But you like him, Honey. I can tell,” Benny points at you.

“It doesn’t matter what I feel, he’s got a girlfriend Benny. I can’t forget that.”

Benny clucks his tongue sympathetically and pulls you in for a hug.

“Can I…”

“You’re never meeting him,” you interrupt quickly, knowing exactly what your friend is going to ask.

"Actually if you stick around you are guaranteed to meet him." Rowena pointed out unhelpfully.

You pull away from Benny annoyed. “Are you still here?” You grumble to your boss. She just smiles in response and makes her way to the back room.

"That settles it. I’m staying until he shows up." Benny declares and you know better than to argue with him.

"Fine. But if you embarrass me you can find someone else to help you with Andrea’s Christmas present!"

You didn't have to wait that long; fifteen minutes later Dean came sauntering through the door. He was dressed in his usual shirt and jacket combination and of course your traitor heart sped up at the sight of him. Benny had kept out of sight as you helped Dean choose a bunch of snowdrops. He then pounced before you could move to the register.

"Y/n, do you think Andrea will appreciate this bouquet?" He rounded the corner and then gave the biggest look of fake surprise as he pretended to see Dean for the first time.

"Oh, I’m sorry, Sugar! I didn't know you were with a customer." He said with mock surprise. You barely contained your eye roll at his ridiculous antics.

You forced your tone to be bright. "No problem. Dean this is my best friend Benny. Benny, yes I’m sure your wife will love those.”

"Best friend? Wife?" You heard him murmur before Benny began speaking again.

"Me and Y/n go way back. She always knows just what my Andrea will love."

You glanced at Dean and was pleased to see a wide, goofy, grin plastered to his face.

“She always picks out the best flowers,” he agreed.

There was a pleasant pause and then Deans phone rung. He apologised and quickly walked out of the shop to answer.

"I can see why you like him Honey, and he certainly has eyes for you." Benny smiled as soon as the door closed.

“Oh, stop it,” you attempt to brush it off although you hear Rowena’s voice drift out from the back saying “I told you so!”

Dean stuck his head back in. "Sorry. Sam emergency, I’m going to have to leave town. Can I pay for these when I get back?"

"Of course! No problem."

"Thanks. See ya next week?"

You had nodded, already looking forward to next Friday.

But next Friday had come and gone and Dean had not shown up. Which, of course, was no big deal.

"Did I miss Dean today?" Rowena asks offhandedly.

"No. He didn't come in." You try to match her tone.

"Really? Well that is good news."

You jerk your head up in confusion. "What? Why?"

"Well dear, if he isn't buying flowers maybe he’s broken up with that girlfriend of his. Which means the two of you can finally stop making eyes at each other and go out."

You feel a thrill in your heart but reply sarcastically. "Please. If Dean was interested in me I think he would have made a move long ago."

Rowena’s reply was only a knowing smile and a short "Mmm-hmm".

You try not to get your hopes up. You fail miserably.

An hour later, Rowena is gone and your closing up the shop for the night. The lights are off as you pick up your keys when you hear a tap on the door. You turn around expecting a desperate customer and gasp when you see Dean grinning back at you.

He looks just like he always did; hair disheveled, a flannel shirt layered over a black tee, and just enough scruff on his face to add to the whole rugged look he had going for him.

As you walk through the darkened shop with only the street light shining through the windows you feel a mix of nerves and excitement at his arrival after Rowena’s earlier words. You unlock the door and let him in. Cold air sweeps in and you convince yourself that is why you shiver and not because of his proximity.

"Sorry, I hope I'm not too late. I only just got back into town." he says.

You shake your head. "No, it’s fine. I was just leaving." There is a pause and you realise how much more intimate the shop seems in the low light. In the shadow you can't quite make out his eyes, but he’s staring at you. "I was beginning to think maybe something awful had happened to you."

"Like what?" he asks, his teeth flashing in the dark.

"The flu, a car crash, an alien invasion?"

He shook his head. "None of those things could keep me away." His cold hand reaches out and toys with a strand of your hair. You don’t understand how such a simple gesture could suck the breath from your lungs and send your head spinning.

"Rowena thought… well that maybe you might have broken up with your girlfriend." You bite your lip, afraid of his answer.

He chuckles. "Well it seems both you and Rowena were wrong." Your stomach drops and you step back, your hope shattering and walls around your heart flying up. You wish he hadn't shown up at all now. At least then you could have had one night of blissful fantasy.

"I see. I..uh… I need to get going." Your voice dull. "Maybe try the grocery store. I am sure…"

'"No. Y/n. You don't understand." he interrupts, his hand rubbing his jaw. "I don't have a girlfriend."

"What? Since when?" Of all the things you thought Dean might say this was not one of them.

He grins sheepishly, dips his head and rubs his neck. "I never even had a girlfriend. The first time I came in I was in a hurry, getting flowers for my friends wedding. I wanted to ask you out but I didn't have time. So I came back and I had it all planned. I was going to have you pick your favorite flowers and then give them to you and ask you out. But then Rowena threatened to fire you for flirting and I…"

"But she didn't mean that!" You interrupt, your mind reeling to make sense of his story.

"I know that now! But I didn’t then and I was worried. I didn't think you would want to date me if I got you fired. So I let you think I had a girlfriend and kept buying flowers just so I could spend time with you."

"That's…that's ridiculous."

Dean chuckles. "That's what my brother said when I explained everything to him in August. So I bought you the necklace and I was going to tell you everything. But then I saw you with Benny and I, well I thought he was your boyfriend."

"Benny is married!" You protest.

"Again, I know that now! But you two seemed awfully close and maybe I was a bit blinded by jealously." Dean ducks his head and shuffles his feet. "But I didn't want to stop seeing you. So I settled for spending a few minutes with you each week, even though I thought you loved someone else."

"That sounds familiar." You reply. You know exactly what he means because it is the echo of your own heart.

Dean steps closer his hand reaching for your cheek. "Really?"

You nod and lean closer, your heart threatening to leave your body. "Yes. Dean I…" But Dean doesn't let you finish. His cool lips find yours in a gentle caress. He pulls back his breath hot on your cheek.

"Sorry I just, I've wanted to do that for six months." You grin and grab his shirt. Pulling his lips back to yours, eager to taste and claim. You melt into each other, your heavy breathing and occasional moans filling the dark shop. You grip his hair and he caresses your neck. You slide a hand to his chest and he pulls at your hips. When you break, gasping for breath, you both smile.

Dean tucks a stray hair behind your ear. "Can I buy you dinner?" he asks, still a little breathless.

He comes into the shop the next afternoon.

"Are you coming in on Saturday now?" Rowena asks with narrowed eyes.

"Well actually…" Dean begins, scratching behind his ear.

"Dean, what can I help you with?" You appear a broad grin lighting your face. Rowena shrugs and leaves you alone; thinking that if the boy doesn't make a move soon she might have to ban him from the shop.

Dean shoots you a smirk. "I was hoping you might have some mistletoe. With Christmas being right around the corner and all."

"It's your lucky day. I think we have some in the back." You nod your head and Dean follows you to the back room, a bounce in his step.

Rowena doesn't bother to mention that there is no mistletoe in the back room nor does she comment on your disheveled state when you finally emerge empty handed twenty minutes later.

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katymacsupernatural · 1 year

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Red and Green Satin

Dean Winchester x Reader

1600 Words

Written For: @spnchristmasbingo

Square Filled: Lingerie

Warnings: This is an 18+ fic. NSFW. Smut.

It was a slow time of year for hunting, and you were grateful for it. It gave you a chance to recharge, to spend time with Dean without having to worry about catching the monster or getting killed. You weren’t sure if Monsters hibernated like bears, or if they hated the cold just as much as you did.

Today was one of those relaxing days. While Dean was gone running some errands, you took the time to catch up on your reading. Lounging in the library, you ignored all the hardback, leather-covered books that you still needed to research, reaching for a romance from one of your favorite authors.

With a cup of hot chocolate at your side, you dug into the story, immersing yourself in the tale of forbidden lovers and heroic escapades. At some point, you heard Dean come back to the bunker. He even came by, placing a kiss on the top of your head before taking your empty mug and leaving you to your reading.

Once the two characters finally realized their love for each other, you closed the book and stretched your back. Dean had left a sandwich by your side sometime during the day, and you munched on it as you made your way down the hallway and into the bedroom you shared with Dean.

Laying on the bed was a small white box wrapped with a silky red ribbon. Your name written in Dean’s cramped handwriting on the connected tag. You were curious, but also annoyed. The two of you had promised no gifts for Christmas this year.

Slowly pulling on the ribbon, you laid it on the side before lifting off the white lid. Inside, nestled in pink tissue paper were little scraps of red and green satin plaid tied together with gold ribbon. Holding the bottoms out, you weren’t even sure they would fit you, with the tiny triangle of fabric in the front, the three golden ribbons on each side, and the thin scrap that was the only piece of the back.

“Holy crap,” you whispered, setting it down to pick up the top. It had the same red and green satin fabric, mainly under the wire, wrapping around to the back. The cups were only half there, red sain, tied up like the big red bow on the package. You had never worn anything like this. It was much too skimpy. You liked to be covered, to hide all the scars, the cellulite, and stretch marks on your stomach and thighs. This would do nothing but highlight them.

You noticed a card hiding in the tissue paper, and with a shaky hand you pulled it out. ‘I know we said no Christmas presents this year. But I thought this would be for both of us. No pressure.”

No pressure. Just looking at it was pressure. Imagining what you would look like in it was pressure. Taking a deep breath, you started to shove it back in the box when you paused for a moment. A part of you wondered…wondered what it what be like to wear something like that. To be comfortable enough in your own skin to stand in that skimpy of outfit in front of the man you loved. A man who loved like Adonis himself.

Your curiosity got the better of you as you slipped out of your sweatpants and oversized shirt. Maybe you could try it on before Dean came to bed and let him know that it didn’t fit. Then he could return it, and you would never have to go through the humiliation of wearing it in front of him again.

Your simple sports bra came off, along with your black panties. The satin of the lingerie felt smooth and soft against your skin as you struggled to pull it up your thighs. Finally, it was settled in place, the ribbon slightly rough against your skin. The bra was next, and you had a little more trouble with it. Getting it into place, you struggled to get the bow tied while supporting your generous breasts. Finally, the bow stayed tied, your girls pushed and piled high above the red ribbon. You were grateful that you had shaved that morning as you hesitantly stood in front of the mirror.

You tried to focus on the positives. How well the red and green highlighted your skin. Instead, your eyes went immediately to what you called the problem areas. Sighing in disappointment, you turned to take it back off when a loud whistle startled you.

“Damn, that even looks better than I expected,” Dean exclaimed as he leaned against the wall. “I hope you don’t mind.”

Crossing your arms over your chest did nothing but push your girls up even farther, pulling Dean’s gaze down. “Dean, you know I’m not a big fan of showing off my body,” you started to argue as he came forward. “I appreciate the gesture, but…,”

Your words faded away as his callused finger ran along the satin fabric, brushing the top of your breasts. “This is definitely a present I can’t wait to unwrap.”

“It’s a present you’ve seen before,” you retorted, but it ended in a whimper as his hand dipped down, following the gold ribbon from your hip to right in front where the tiny little green bow was perched.

“And each and every time it’s like seeing it for the first time,” he answered as his hand pulled you tight against him. His green eyes were a darker, forest green as he leaned down, his lips ghosting against yours, driving you wild.

Suddenly it didn’t matter how exposed you felt in the skimpy lingerie. All that mattered was the feel of Dean’s arms around you, his lips rough against yours. Threading your fingers through his hair, you stood up on your tiptoes, your lips hot against his.

Groaning against your skin, he picked you up, dropping you on the bed before stepping back. “Wow,” he whispered, kneeling between your legs, staring down at you. “How did I get so lucky?”

“No, how did I?” You argued as his finger traced the red bow on your breasts, tugging on it until it came untied. Pulling the fabric away, he greedily stared down at the present he had just unwrapped. “I definitely think I won here,” his voice was deeper, guttural as he leaned between your splayed legs, his hand resting warmly on the swell of your breast as his lips nestled against your neck.

You weren’t about to argue as his thumb began a gentle caress of your pebbled nipple, pulling a soft groan from your lips. His lips left your skin long enough to join his thumb, his tongue swirling around the sensitive skin as his other hand skimmed down your belly, coming to rest on your satin covered mound. “As much as I love seeing these panties on you, I think it’s about time to unwrap my second part of the present.”

Your agreement was lifting your hips slightly off the bed so he could pull them down. They came off a lot easier than they went on, and you watched as Dean’s shirt and jeans joined them on the floor. “Much better,” he licked his lips as his hand continued it’s exploration down, rubbing against your most sensitive area. You were already warm and wet, turned on by the way he was looking at you and the feel of his callused fingers against your skin.

He started to rub his finger against your nub when you pulled him back up for a kiss. “Need you,” you pleaded, wanting to skip the foreplay. Pushing on his shoulder until he was laying down, you straddled his waist. The red satin bow swung down, tickling his belly as you pulled his member from the slit in his boxers. Rubbing it along your slit, you groaned at the sensation before slipping the head inside.

“Fuck me,” Dean groaned, his head tilted back, his teeth tugging on his lower lip.

“That’s the point,” you chuckled, it ending in a moan as you sank down, filling yourself with his impressive girth. “Damn, that feels so good.”

Dean’s hands felt for and grasped your hips, helping you move up and down, creating a rhythm that worked for the both of you. Your head thrown back, you rocked up and down, loving the way he felt inside of you.

One of Dean’s hands slid up your side, cupping your breast slightly rougher than before, rubbing your nipple between his fingers and you could feel the pressure building up low in your stomach. “Dean, I…, you moaned, wanting more. Needing more. Moving your hips faster, you ground against his hip bones before coming apart at the seams.

Dean’s name left your lips in a screaming moan as you clenched around him, sending him over the edge as well. His hand grasped your hip tight enough to leave a bruise, yelling “Fuck,” loud enough for Sam to hear down the hall.

Once the two of you stopped seeing stars, you laid down on your side beside him, his hand running up and down your arm gently. Both of you were half asleep, completely sated. “Well, I hope you enjoyed the present as much as I did,” he chuckled, using his other hand to play with the crumpled satin.

“Very much so,” you agreed, grateful that Dean had been able to pull you slightly away from your insecurities.

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anotherspnfanfic · 1 year

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Hit and Run: Nightmares

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word count: 2540

Square Filled: Hugs for TMAS bingo @supernatural-jackles

Warnings: nightmares, character death (but not really), lots of fluff

Summary: Dean is still haunted by her accident.

A/N: Well it’s been over 2 years since the last timestamp on this but this part of the accident I never wrote into the original series wouldn’t get out of my head... so here it is. 😊

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It was a beautiful spring day. Clear blue skies, birds chirping, and the smell of freshly-mowed grass lingering in the air. A perfect day, yet Dean couldn’t seem to shake this sense of dread.

He rinsed soap suds off the side of the truck. Before he could set the hose down, the bells sounded through the station. Hastily, he and the rest of the crew loaded into the trucks and pulled out of the station.

The lieutenant advised they were headed to a single-vehicle hit-and-run crash on the highway.

The silencing of the sirens and hiss of the air brakes announced their arrival on the scene. He was overcome with an intense sense of déjà vu as he climbed out of the truck to see the mangled blue Mustang.

Everyone moved towards the car to begin extricating the driver, but he couldn’t move. He felt like his feet were cemented to the ground.

Before he could figure out why, he was standing behind the ambulance with her on the stretcher. His hand was in hers as she cried out in agony. “I know it hurts. Just breathe and squeeze as hard as you need to, sweetheart.” She was then loaded into the ambo with him sitting beside her.

He held tightly onto her hand, worried that if he let go, she might just disappear. Suddenly, she squeezed his hand, panic filling her eyes as she struggled to breathe. In an attempt to soothe her however he could, he ran his thumb softly over her knuckles.

As Sam and Cas worked to treat her, he whispered soft reassurances. He was fairly certain she didn’t hear him over the commotion, but he continued anyway. Less than a minute passed, and she was able to breathe easier once more.

Dean watched as she slowly started to relax as the adrenaline in her system began to fade. She fought to keep her eyes open and her grip firm on his hand.

“Four minutes out!” Benny hollered from the driver's seat.

Moments later, her hand went lax in his just before she lost her fight for consciousness. “Stay awake, kiddo. Come on, open your eyes,” he pleaded.

Next, the heart monitor began to blare warning tones. “V-fib,” Cas announced.

“Damn it,” Sam muttered. Pressing his fingers against her neck, he added, “Lost her pulse. Dean, compressions.”

Once again, Dean was completely frozen in place. Why couldn’t he move? He had to save her.

He blinked and was then standing outside the trauma room at the hospital. He watched as the doctors worked to resuscitate her. “No,” he breathed out. “No, no, no. This isn’t what happened.”

“Hold compressions,” said the doctor. “Clear.”

Dean flinched as she was shocked once again. He shook his head. “We got her back in the ambulance. This is all wrong.”

The doctor looked at the monitor as the monotone droned on. He shook his head and sighed defeatedly.

“No. No, no, no, no, no.”

“Time of death…”

Dean gasped, jolting upright. Disoriented, it took a moment for him to realize where he was. He was at home, in his own bed.

As he tried to catch his breath, he glanced over his shoulder to see her sleeping soundly. She was safe and right beside him. He sighed in relief. It was only a nightmare.

Once he’d started to regain his bearings, he took a slow, deep breath. He scrubbed his hand down his face in an attempt to wipe the remaining images from his mind.

“Dean?” she asked, grogginess in her voice.

Not having noticed she’d woken, he nearly startled at the sound. Looking over his shoulder once more, he plastered on what he hoped was a convincing smile. “It’s early, sweetheart. Go back to sleep.”

She wasn’t convinced, though. Hearing the breathlessness in his voice, she pushed herself up to sit beside him. “Are you okay?”

He didn’t look at her as he nodded. “Yeah. Just a bad dream. I’m fine.”

“Wanna talk about it?” she asked as she rubbed between his shoulder blades.

He shrugged.

“Was it about that bad call this week? That fire…?”

He shuddered at the memory, but shook his head. “No, but maybe that was what triggered it.”

She didn’t push. Instead, she just wrapped her arms around him and squeezed gently. Keeping her arms snug around him, she rested her head on his shoulder and waited for him to speak again.

He lowered his head to kiss her arm and then turned his head awkwardly to press another to the top of her head. “It was about you.” She pulled back just enough to see his face. “Your accident. It was like I was back in that ambo with you when you almost—” He cleared his throat. “Except in the nightmare, you did.”

“Hey.” She shifted to kneel in front of him and took his face between her hands. “But I didn’t. I’m right here.”

“You did, though,” he whispered, closing his eyes tightly. “For a very long three and a half minutes… you were dead.”

She lifted his hand and placed his palm against her chest and held it there. “See, I’m just fine. I’m alive, and I’m not going anywhere.”

As his eyes locked with hers again, she watched some of the tension in his shoulders start to melt away.

She laid her hand over his heart, and he lifted his free hand to press hers tight to his chest. She could feel that it was still racing with the remnants of fear from his nightmare. She leaned forward and started to pepper kisses across his jawline and down the side of his neck.

He let his head fall forward to rest in the crook of her neck. She moved her hand to the back of his neck and started to play with the short hairs. They sat like that for several minutes in silence as he reassured himself that she really was there and she was okay.

“Besides…” she started, pulling away to look at him with a smirk. “You didn’t even know me back then. It would have just been another crappy day at the office.”

He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “That is not funny.”

She chuckled. “Just a little?”

He shook his head. “Not even a smidge.” Grabbing her arm, he quickly spun her around so her back was against his chest and then flopped back against the bed.

She squealed at the abrupt movement as he rolled both of them to their sides and made himself comfortable.

She smiled. “I love you, Dean.”

“I love you more.” He squeezed her hard before his hands found hers. With his left, he interlaced their fingers, and his right wrapped around her wrist, his fingertips settling against her pulse.

His fingers stayed firmly in place until his breathing evened out and he relaxed into sleep. It was a position he fell asleep in fairly regularly. She had never really understood why. Until now.

Once she was sure he was fully asleep, she gave into her own drowsiness. She took a deep breath, enveloped in the smell of his shampoo and aftershave. Pulling their intertwined hands closer, she pressed a kiss to his knuckles before drifting off.

When she woke again, sunlight streamed through the crack between the curtains. Dean’s arm was now loosely draped over her waist as he snored lightly.

She contemplated waking him, but decided against it. After the nightmare he’d had, she figured he could use the extra rest. She thought about just lying there or trying to go back to sleep until he woke up, but then her stomach growled loudly. Rolling just enough to look over her shoulder at Dean, she smiled. He looked so peaceful, a welcome contrast to a few hours earlier. She carefully lifted his arm so she could get up without waking him and went into the kitchen to make breakfast.

She was stirring scrambled eggs, flipping bacon, and toasting a bagel while the coffee brewed. Once everything was ready, she set all the bacon on one plate and poured two mugs of coffee. As she started to put the eggs on plates, Dean came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tightly.

He huffed. “You know, of all the mornings I would have rather not woken up alone…”

Setting the pan and spatula back on the stove, she spun around in his arms and then stood up on her tip-toes to kiss him. “I’m sorry.” Reaching up to run her fingers through his hair, she continued, “I didn’t expect you to wake up. I was planning on coming back to wake you with breakfast.”

He stole a piece of bacon and ate it. “You’re forgiven.” After a quick kiss on her forehead, he took the plate of bacon and one mug and headed back towards the bedroom.

“Where are you going?”

“To wait for the rest of my breakfast in bed!” He disappeared from her sight as she laughed.

Quickly, she finished dishing up the eggs and placed them on a tray to bring into the bedroom.

“You know we could have just eaten at the table. You were already up.”

“And pass up the rare opportunity for breakfast in bed?” He scoffed. “No way.”

She set the tray down and situated herself beside him on the bed. He held up a piece of bacon for her, but before she could bite it, he pulled it away and ate it himself. They both fell into a fit of laughter as she pushed him back into the pillows. “So rude!”

“Sorry. Here, for you.” He lifted another piece towards her, but she didn’t move to take it from him.

Instead, she grabbed two pieces off the plate and shoved both in her mouth. While chewing she said, “You thought I was going to fall for that again?”

“Maybe.” He chuckled.

They ate in comfortable silence. When she was done eating, she slowly sipped her coffee. She swirled the dark liquid in the mug before she spoke. “You know, in all the times we have talked about that day, we have never talked about that part before last night.”

“I know.” He sighed. “You never brought it up, and I think I was trying to block it out.”

“Guess I’m lucky. I don’t remember it. There are all these stories about out-of-body experiences and your life flashing before your eyes. All I remember is you beside me in that ambulance and then waking up in the hospital. I feel like I should have realized how much it could have affected you, though.”

Dean shook his head. “No. There’s no reason you could have known that. That’s the first, and hopefully only, time I’ve had that nightmare.”

“There is one reason. It’s why you sometimes fall asleep with your fingers on my pulse like you do, right?”

He glanced down at his coffee mug and shrugged. “I can stop. If it bothers you.”

“It doesn’t.” She reached over to place her hand against his cheek, urging him to look at her. “It brings you some comfort. That could never bother me.”

He kissed her palm softly. “Remember that joke you made last night about ‘just another crappy day at the office’?”

“Yeah.” She dropped her hand back to her lap.

“You’re right. We have lost patients before. It wasn’t like it was the first time I’d experienced it. But it has never felt like it did that day.”

She furrowed her brows in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“It's hard to explain, but it didn’t feel like just another patient we might lose. You didn’t feel like a stranger.” Dean looked at her for a moment before dropping his gaze to the bed. “‘Drop the patient at the hospital and never look back.’ It’s not really a rule, but it kind of is.”

She hummed. “Don’t get attached.”

He nodded. “I’ve never broken that rule. Except with you. I went to the hospital that night. I had to know, but you were in the ICU, and I wasn’t family so they wouldn’t tell me much.”

“Wow.” She smiled as she took his hand. “Why haven’t you ever told me that?”

He squeezed her hand. “Felt weird to mention at first. Then, eventually, I just didn’t know how to bring it up. There wasn’t really a time or even a reason to mention it.”

“Well, it’s sweet.” She chuckled. “And it’s nice to know it wasn’t just me.”

A mix of surprise and confusion flashed across his face.

“I didn’t remember much about the accident at first. But I vividly remembered you. You were the first person I thought of when I woke up, and I thought about you so much those two weeks in the hospital. I had actually considered taking a cab to the station before I was given the all-clear to drive.” She chuckled as she remembered walking into the fire station that first time. “I really did want to thank everyone that day at the station, but mostly, I wanted to see you again.”

“And now you’re stuck with me.” He pulled her towards him and smushed her in an awkward hug.

She laughed and pushed herself back just enough to be more comfortable. “Yeah. Who would have thought a near-fatal car crash could actually be one of the best things to ever happen to me?”

He shifted her so she was straddling his legs and hugged her tightly once again. “Can you just do me a favor and stay away from hospital beds for the rest of forever?”

She smirked mischievously. “Oh, I don’t know. I kind of figured I’d visit one a few more times in the semi-near future.”

He pulled away to scowl at her.

“Are you saying you don’t want kids? I was thinking two or maybe three. But I plan to do that in a hospital.” He rolled his eyes as she continued. “Because if you're saying you don’t want kids, then I really might have to rethink this whole relationship.”

“You are a smart-ass.” He pulled her closer and pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead. “I would love to have kids with you someday. But that is the only reason you’re allowed near a hospital bed, deal?”

She made a show of thinking it over. “Fine, I will do my best. But with my luck, I’m not making you any promises.”

He grumbled. “You could just promise anyway.”

“Fine, if you want me to lie to you. I promise I will.” She rolled her eyes dramatically before climbing off him and off the bed.

“Thank you. Where are you going?”

“Put this in the kitchen,” she explained, grabbing the tray off the bed. She left the room, and he could hear her loading the dishes into the dishwasher before she reappeared in the doorway. “Do you wanna go for a drive today? We can take your Baby. Maybe have a picnic by the lake.”

Images of his nightmare flashed through his memory, and he shuddered. Beckoning her closer, he grabbed her arm to pull her down beside him. “Or we could just watch movies in bed all day.”

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spn-fanfic-reblog-writes · 2 months

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Title: If only he would say

Pairing: None.

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 952

Warnings: None.

Summary: Dean was certain this case would be the death of him. Vetalas had been found to be feeding off this particular street. Their targets were pretty men, around six feet tall and in decent shape. There seemed to be no preference if the person was a dom or sub; they were just looking for food since the four victims had been two doms and two subs, all male. So, Castiel and Dean went into the club, in character and costume, as a different kind of bait.

A/N: Drabble for bingos. Thanks to my two betas @mrswhozeewhatsis and Chase.

Created for @anyfandomgoesbingo / Square(s) Filled: Accidental boner

Dean watched Castiel walk into the bar, confidence written on his face and how he held himself. He was a dom, if there ever was one. He could feel the blood drain south. It was frankly embarrassing how the just sight of Castiel had Dean chubbing up.

Dean was certain this case would be the death of him. Vetalas had been found to be feeding off this particular street. Their targets were pretty men, around six feet tall and in decent shape. There seemed to be no preference if the person was a dom or sub; they were just looking for food since the four victims had been two doms and two subs, all male. So, Castiel and Dean went into the club, in character and costume, as a different kind of bait. Sam, outside in the back alley near the employee exit, as backup.

But Dean didn’t expect Castiel to look like an entree—Castiel was dressed in a mesh, long-sleeved shirt with a belt buckle cover that said ‘Daddy’ on it. His thick thighs were clad in black jeans that barely held him, pushed into black cowboy boots. He walked past Dean, eyes scanning him from head to toe and, with a nod, then took a seat at the end of the bar. The angel did his own research in regard to the case and went to a different store than Dean, it seems. He must have gotten help because Dean did not take Castiel as a daddy.

Dean blushed under Castiel’s gaze, finished his beer, and signaled for another. Dean’s mouth was dry and he downed half of his new beer in one take. Castiel ordered a beer and turned around to look at those dancing. Not twenty minutes later, Dean nearly did a spit take when he found Castiel on the dance floor surrounded by two men in similar gear talking to him. With a shake of his head, they left him alone. Cas remained there dancing and he wasn’t bad. He had rhythm but his moves were somewhat lacking. Dean looked around scanning for a potential pair of men or a single male luring people to go out back.

Dean adjusted his own tight jeans as he glanced back at Castiel, trying to remain unnoticed, as he licked his lips and watched sweat slowly roll down Cas’ tanned skin into his top. Dean’s pleather harness was rubbing against his pectoral a bit due to the sweat, but he was fine. What Dean didn’t realize was that Castiel was watching him in return.

Sam, tired of couples stumbling into the alley for privacy and/or a smoke, decided to watch from the Impala. He texted Castiel and Dean this information, and then proceeded to the vehicle.

A few beers later, Dean was chatting with a nice-looking man who sat on the stool next to him for the last five or so minutes. Castiel, who had taken a dark corner booth with a whisky neat, remained observant of Dean and the man. The guy bought Dean another beer, subtly touching Dean on his arms and outside of his thighs. They began leaning into each other, as if whispering. Dean was touching the man back.

Suddenly, they both got up and headed towards the back. Once outside, the man slammed Dean against the wall and passionately kissed him while Dean worked to grab his silver knife from his back. The kiss ended, Dean sighed, and his partner grabbed Dean’s harness, throwing him at the dumpster only to be caught by a big, warm, hard chest and arms. Dean looked up, first noticing a smile with oddly pointed teeth and realized he was in danger.

“Shit!” exclaimed Dean.

Castiel slammed open the back door at Dean’s exclamation. Taking in the alley, the angel threw his angel blade at the vetala holding, which went straight into the creature’s shoulder driving a scream from the large vetala male. He dropped Dean on the asphalt ground as Castiel touched the creature’s forehead, the large vetala male’s eyes and mouth glowed brightly, burning the creature from the inside out before it, itself, dropped to the ground, hollow and dead. Meanwhile, the smaller vetala male was behind Castiel as the angel helped Dean to stand. Luckily, Sam heard Dean yelling and came running. Upon entering the alley, Sam continued until he was in range and hit the smaller vetala male with a silver knife in the chest. He ran up the creature, grabbing the blade, twisting it with a snarl until the monster dropped dead. He pulled the knife from its chest and cleaned his silver blade on the dead vetala’s clothes.

Dean stood there, heart pumping and adrenaline coursing through his body. His cock, which had been persistently chubby all night, had gone to full mast thanks to the fight. The hotness of Castiel throwing an angel blade right next to his head was not to be denied. The slight fear made the rescue and knife-throwing that much sexier. Dean was unable to hide his boner.

“Dean,” Sam groaned. “What did you do?” he asked before walking back towards the car.

“Shut up, Sam. I was making out with the guy,” Dean explained. His face heated up as he avoided Castiel’s gaze.

“Dean,” Castiel said, placing a hand on his shoulder. “It’s just a bodily reaction. There’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

Dean’s face began to darken in color, ashamed of his reactions to Castiel while Castiel tried to console Dean. “Yeah, thanks, Cas,” Dean replied through gritted teeth, avoiding eye contact as he headed to the Impala. Castiel stood there a moment, eyes squinting at him and head tilted, trying to read Dean’s body language.

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smellingofpoetry · 1 year

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Unexpected

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester x Reader

Summary: That wasn’t what he was expecting.

Square/s Filled: “Hickies” (@anyfandomkinkbingo), Dean Winchester Custom Card "Free Space" (@anyfandomgoesbingo)

Warnings: smut, 18+, pegging, sex, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk

Rating: +18

Words count: 4524

Beta: @endlesstwanted ❤ (thank you again)

A/N: Hello there! I've been writing this story for the lovely @little-diable and her 12K challenge. I'm so late with this that it's actually embarrassing, but this story had a life on its own. It took me a long time to finally finish it, but I wanted you to have it and for everyone else to read it. So here we are. I hope you guys gonna love it because I'm quite proud of this one. Thank you for your patience, enjoy. ❤

That wasn’t what he was expecting.

Well, he didn’t know what to expect, to be honest, but it sure as hell wasn’t that. And he knew he should have just thrown a “sorry” out there, close the damn door and go hide somewhere, but he could only stare at the scene in front of him.

Sam was laying on the bed with his legs spread wide open, and Y/N in the middle of them: her breasts bouncing with every thrust of her hips. Her hand was closed tightly around Sam’s cock, pumping him in sync with every push.

Dean knew he should have been grossed out by the scene, but he would have been lying if he said that it didn’t affect him.

She was so goddamn beautiful naked like that.

“Oh, fuck – Dean, close – the – door!”

Sam’s voice made him snap out of it, and he quickly closed the door, forgetting to apologize. Dean stared at the door before glancing left and right, not knowing what to do with himself.

He was still trying to process what was happening when Sam’s deep, long moan reached his ears. Dean turned to the left at that, almost running to his room.

Y/N slipped inside Dean’s room, finding him sprawled on his stomach and watching a movie while eating a slice of pizza. Without saying a word, she got rid of her shoes before laying on the free space next to him. Dean waited for her to make herself comfortable and then he offered her a slice of pizza, which she gladly took. They ate in silence, watching the movie, even though she was too distracted by Dean’s presence to understand what was happening on the screen. It didn’t matter how much she tried to not look in his direction, she still glanced at him now and then while munching away on her pizza.

Dean could feel her eyes on him and tried not to squirm too much under her gaze, but it wasn’t easy, especially not after what had happened a few days ago. He had tried to avoid the subject as long as he could because he didn’t know what to say, or how to act after what he saw. So he just acted like he always did, or something closer to that. He had to admit that he might have avoided her more than he should have, but he was trying and her eyes on him didn’t help.

Dean finished eating the last bit of his pizza, wiping his fingers on one of the paper napkins using that time to figure out what to tell her. He should have probably started by apologizing, since he never really did that.

“I’m sorry –” she whispered, making Dean turn around to look at her. Confusion was all over his face.

“For what?”

“Making you uncomfortable? We thought you were out for the night, so…” she trailed off. “Not that it’s an excuse.”

“Y/N, you have nothing to apologize for.” He turned on his side to have a better look at her. “I’m the one who should apologize. I didn’t mean to – you know…” he trailed off, concentrating on some nonexistent stain on his sheets. “And I should have said something right then, but I kinda froze. So, I’m the one who’s sorry for intruding in one of your private moments.”

“So, we’re good?”

Dean raised his eyes, furrowing his brow in confusion. “You thought we weren’t?”

At that, she simply shrugged, lowering her gaze on her intertwined fingers. The thought that they might not be good anymore had, in fact, crossed her mind once or twice in the last few days. She had been friends with the Winchester brothers for some time, and the thought of losing their friendship scared her. She was closer to Dean than to Sam, if she had to be honest, which made fooling around easier for them.

They also had rules to help them out in a situation like that, and one of those was to keep what was happening between them a secret. That meant not telling Dean, which was something she wasn’t entirely comfortable with since they were used to not having secrets between them. Ultimately, she decided to agree nonetheless because Sam was right when he said they weren’t doing anything wrong, which was true. And yet, deep down, she knew that the only reason she agreed to that was that if Dean didn’t know, then he couldn’t judge her or think badly of her. Y/N wasn’t even sure why she cared so much about Dean’s opinion, but she did.

So, when he found out what was happening between her and Sam in the worst possible way, she started to question herself and her decision, and only when Dean started to avoid her, did she let the panic take over. She had tried to play it cool until she couldn’t anymore, and that was why she went to his room that night after gathering enough courage to do so.

“I have to admit that I was starting to worry a bit.” She tried to smile, but it didn’t really reach her eyes and suddenly Dean felt guilty for not saying anything sooner. “It felt like you were avoiding me, which I understood somehow, with me going behind your back like that.”

“It wasn’t… it wasn’t like that, not really.” He said, biting down on his lower lip a bit ashamed of his behavior. “I mean, I’ll admit that I was kinda avoiding you, but not because you guys went behind my back. I never really thought about that, to be honest.”

“You didn’t?”

“No, it never really crossed my mind. What you do in your private time is yours, even if that means you having sex with my brother. I sure as hell didn’t expect that, I’m not gonna lie, but I’ll never judge you for that.”

“So, you’re not mad or anything?” She asked him, hopefully.

“No, Y/N, I’ll never be mad at you for something like that and I’m sorry if I made you think otherwise.”

She sighed in relief, realizing just then that she had been holding her breath since the moment she came into his room. She bit down on her lip, trying to hide her relieved smile when she remembered something that made her frown. She turned on her side then, looking at him with curious eyes.

“So, if you weren’t mad, then why were you avoiding me?”

The moment the question was out there, Dean’s cheeks became warmer, getting a cute shade of red. Y/N watched him with a raised brow, intrigued by his reaction. Dean just shrugged, busying himself with a new slice of pizza. He tried to play it cool as long as he could, watching stubbornly at the plain wall in front of him while chewing on his pizza, but the feeling of her eyes on him made him cave. He rolled his eyes in annoyance before sharing with her his half-eaten slice, that she took without saying a word. Y/N knew him well enough to know that he would talk when he felt comfortable about it, so she simply waited while eating the pizza he gave her.

“Promise me not to laugh?”

“I would never”, she told him with a serious expression on her face. One look at her and Dean knew she was being sincere; not that he would doubt her words, but he was feeling a bit unsure.

“I kinda felt embarrassed.” He admitted, feeling his cheeks starting to get a bit warmer.

“For walking on us? That should have embarrassed us, not you.”

“No, not for that. It was more because –” he trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck. She inspected his face, not failing to notice the redness creeping more and more on his neck.

“D–, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want…”

“It turned me on, all right?” He cut her off, raising his voice without even realizing it. He looked down at his crossed fingers, licking his lips and shaking his head. Y/N’s hand rested midair while her mouth opened and closed a few times.

Of all the things he could have told her, that one was the last expected, not that she didn’t understand why. She did, and she also understood why it made him react the way it did. She sighed, leaning towards him to leave what was left of the slice of pizza in the box on the other side of the bed. She cleaned her fingers on the napkin before bumping against his shoulder, making him glance at her.

“It’s normal to get turned on by a sex scene, you don’t have to feel embarrassed for that.”

“My little brother was in that sex scene.”

“Right, yeah.” She sighed, turning on her side again to study him carefully. She bit down on her bottom lip, narrowing her eyes on him. They both fell silent for a while until she broke the spell they had fallen into.

“You weren’t avoiding him, though.” She dared to whisper, looking at him through her lashes, a bit afraid of what was about to come out of that weird conversation. Dean licked his lips, nodding while avoiding her eyes.

Of course she would have picked on that detail, he thought.

“No, I wasn’t.” He admitted while stubbornly avoiding her gaze. She nodded, turning again on her belly just to give him some time to make him feel more comfortable. Y/N bit down on her lower lip, glancing in his direction while a lot more questions popped up in her head. There were so many of them that she didn’t know what to ask him first, until her mouth decided for her.

“What turned you on?” She blurted out, feeling her cheeks getting very warm all of a sudden. She felt him suck in a breath while fidgeting in the bed next to her. Dean cleared his throat, trying to understand how in hell he managed to find himself in the same position all over again. He glanced in her direction, catching her doing the same. He knew he should have averted his gaze, but somehow, he couldn’t do it.

“You did.”

“Oh…” She whispered, not expecting a so straightforward answer. Y/N could feel her cheeks reddening while she tried to metabolize what he had just told her. Did he just say…? No, that couldn’t be right.

Right?

Y/N peeked in his direction ever so subtly with her cheeks on fire, and her heart beating so fast that she was afraid to watch it leave her chest at any given moment. She shouldn’t have asked, not because there was something wrong with her question, but because she simply wasn’t ready for his answer.

What should she have done with that now?

She swallowed, wetting her dry lips while trying to make order among the thoughts in her head. It wasn’t easy because her brain was telling her to just leave and forget their conversation, while her body – oh, her body – was whispering an entirely different story. So Y/N took a deep breath and hoped she had enough courage left in her, even though his eyes on her were making everything so damn difficult.

“What… what about me turned you on?” She asked, lifting her gaze enough to be able to look at his covered chest and avoid his green eyes.

Dean felt his breath hitch in his throat at that question, feeling like an idiot to have brought it up in the first place. Not that there was something wrong about it, but he felt vulnerable with her knowing the effect she had on him. He had been able to keep that secret hidden from prying eyes for so long, not even Sammy knew anything about it. It was his mission to not let anyone know how he felt about her because of multiple reasons, like them being friends and living and working together. Dean did a pretty awesome job, in his humble opinion, until a few days ago when he had caught his little brother and her in bed together. And after the first shock, he realized how stupid he had been for keeping his mouth shut like that. So, he decided to open up a bit, because what was there to lose anymore? Also, she did ask him, and it would have been rude not to give her an answer. He leaned closer, then; his left shoulder brushing against hers, while with his nose he could almost touch her temple.

“There wasn’t just a thing, you know?” He whispered, focusing his gaze on her, too afraid to miss even the smallest expression.

“No?”

“No. It was the way you were moving; beads of sweat sliding down your arched back; your breasts bouncing with every push of your hips…” he said, grazing her warm skin with his fingertips before putting a strand of hair behind her ear. Dean could feel her shiver under his touch, while she stubbornly kept avoiding his eyes.

“What else?” She whimpered, feeling his hot breath against her skin and her heart beating so fast she was sure he could hear it.

“The way you looked at me when you realized I was there.” He said, traveling with his fingers down her ear and under her jaw, making her raise her eyes to meet his. “You were so goddamn beautiful, and I can’t stop thinking what would have been like to have you between my legs, with your hand on my cock just like that.”

Dean got closer then, rubbing his nose against hers while glancing in her direction just to test her reaction. Y/N wrapped her fingers against his wrist, not sure if she did that to free herself from his grip or just because she needed to hold on to something. Her chest rose and fell too fast, while her eyes couldn’t stop darting from Dean’s eyes and his lips.

Oh, those lips – she could have died on those lips, and she wouldn’t even mind it.

She didn’t even have the time to wonder how they would taste when his mouth crushed on hers, with such urgency and neediness that she felt dizzy for a minute. That didn’t stop her from kissing him back, though.

Y/N kissed him, matching his same hunger. She disclosed her lips, just enough for his tongue to slide right in, moving against hers. All of a sudden, Dean was everywhere, and she could finally taste him. He tasted like whiskey, pizza, and something else she couldn’t put her finger on, but it was just him and she was getting addicted.

She could already feel in her bones, the need for more of him. She could feel it in the way her body was tingling all over for just a kiss. Y/N always wondered what it was like to be kissed by Dean, to be wanted by him, loved, owned. Now, that she had a taste of it, she wasn’t sure she could get enough.

Dean let his tongue swirl against hers, before slowly pulling away, dragging her bottom lip with him. “Fuck!” He whispered, resting his forehead against hers and taking a deep breath. His heart was beating faster than he could remember. He was pretty sure that not even a hunt could make it beat like that, but her… oh, her.

Dean always wondered, in the privacy of his room, while the rest of the world was sleeping, how she would feel under his fingers. He tried to push away the thoughts of her friend from his mind, but it became impossible after he found out about her and Sam.

Damn, Sam.

“Fuck, Y/N. I’m sorry…” He whispered, moving away enough to look her in the face and, damn if that wasn’t a mistake. She was looking at him with her impossible big eyes, lips parted and cheeks flushed, and all he could think of was kissing her again, harder than he did before.

“No, no… I’m…” She tried to put some words together, not even sure of what she was supposed to say. One damn kiss and her brain was already fried.

“I shouldn’t have… I mean… Sam…” He tried to apologize the best he could, but she was so distracting with her fingers on her swollen lips and furrowed brow.

“Uhm… Sam?” She echoed him, while still caressing her lip. She just had the most amazing, mind-blowing kiss and they had just stopped to talk about Sam? Why on earth were they talking about Sam, and why was he looking like she had just said the most stupid thing?

“Look Y/N, that kiss was…” He started, but she cut him off before he could even have the chance to find the right adjective to describe it.

“…It was…” She said, mimicking an explosion with her hands. Dean nodded his head in approval, smirking because yeah, it did feel like an explosion for him too.

“And as much as I want to repeat that…” He continued, but again he was being cut off by her and her eagerness.

“Oh, you can repeat that as much as you want, not complaining.” She whispered, making his smirk grow even bigger. Dean shook his head, licking his lips and faintly tasting her again.

“I want to, trust me, but I can’t do that to Sam.”

“Do what?”

“I can’t go behind his back like that. It was a mistake on my part, and it won’t happen again…”

“Dean, I think you got it wrong.”

“No, wait, let me finish this.”

“Me and Sam are not together-together.”

“I was just too… wait, what?” He asked, confusion written all over his face, and it was quite funny to see him like that if you asked Y/N.

“I’m not with Sam.”

“You’re not? But I saw you two…” He said, tilting his head to the side like that could have helped him to understand what was happening.

“We sleep together sometimes, yes, but we don’t have a relationship.”

“You don’t?” He was starting to sound like a broken record, and he was well aware of that, but he couldn’t help it.

“No, we don’t.” Y/N whispered while getting on her knees and slowly shifting towards him. Dean watched her move and he started to match her movements. He sat up and without breaking eye contact he slid backward, stopping only when his back hit the headboard. He bit down on his lip while she reached for him and sat on his lap. Dean welcomed her by putting his hands on her hips and tilting his head up just to get a better look at her.

“Sometimes, it is easy for us to rely on each other to scratch that hitch. But that’s what all that is, a hitch.” Y/N explained, putting her hands on his shoulders to steady herself before she slowly started to move her hips back and forth.

“A hitch, hm?”

“Yeah. Your brother likes to be pegged sometimes, and that’s not something you can do with a stranger.”

Dean tightened his grip on her hips, helping her move against him and creating more friction between their two bodies. Y/N followed his movements, leaning a bit closer to him. She let her fingers travel along his shoulders and to his neck, scratching his skin right where his hairline started.

“What about you, Y/N?”

“What about me?” She whimpered against his lips, her eyes darting to his eyes while her hips moved faster against him, and she could already feel him hardening underneath her.

“What do you like?” He asked her, darting to the side and slowly tracing the skin of her neck with the tip of his tongue. Y/N moaned, her moves faltering for a moment while she tilted her head to the side, giving him better access, which he gladly took, lacing his lips around her pulse point right under her jaw.

“F-fuck… Dean…”

Hearing her moan his name like that made him swell in his pants, and damn if that wasn’t the most erotic thing he ever heard. He sucked at her skin long and hard, making her squirm on his lap before letting her go. Dean let his hands wander through her body, stopping only when he reached her face. He cupped her cheeks in his palms, pushing away the few strands of hair that were hiding her from him.

“You didn’t answer me, sweetheart. What do you like?”

“I… I don’t… I don’t know.” She whimpered, biting down on her lips while still moving her hips against his crotch. Dean leaned closer then, pressing their chest together. His lips grazed at her swollen one, while one of his arms sneaked behind her, stilling her movements.

“What did you like for Sam to do to you?”

“It wasn’t… it wasn’t like that.”

“How was it, then?” He asked, desperately searching her eyes. Y/N’s cheeks were on fire just like the rest of her body, and Dean’s gaze on her made everything much worse. She could feel her panties sticking to her wetness and the only thing she wanted was to move again, hard and fast until she could come against him, and she didn’t care if she looked too desperate.

“It was mostly about Sam.”

“Did he even let you come?” Dean asked her, never leaving her eyes while his free hands closed around one of her breasts. Y/N closed her eyes, arching her back and making Dean’s life way easier. As soon as she was closer to him, he latched his lips around her other covered nipple, sucking at it through the fabric.

“Som-sometimes… fuck.” She whimpered, unable to do anything while trapped like she was between Dean's arms. She scratched with her fingers on his scalp before closing them around his locks to push him closer to her breast. Dean moaned around her nipple, letting it go with a pop.

“Why don’t we find out what makes your toes curl, hm?”

Y/N had lost count of how many times he made her toes curl.

She was laying on the bed with her hands fisting the sheets beneath her and her leg closed. Dean was hovering over her, pushing inside her with slow, languid movements. In that position, she could feel every inch of his cock reaching places she didn’t even know could be reached before.

Dean leaned forward, letting his chest graze the sweaty skin of her back. He moved some of her hair, uncovering her neck and tracing it with his tongue. Y/N turned her head to the side to give him better access. In that weird position, she could get a glimpse of him all sweaty. She reached for him, blindly grabbing the nape of his neck, and guiding him towards her mouth. Dean indulged her, kissing her deep and slow without stopping his movements. He could feel her walls flutter around his cock, and he knew that if she kept doing that he would have come soon.

Dean broke the kiss, breathing her in. A bid of saliva kept them still connected while he took hold of one of her hands, still closed around his sheets, and the other sneaked beneath her body in search of her breast.

“I want to feel you come around my cock, sweetheart. Can you do that for me?” He whispered, nuzzling his nose right under her jaw.

Y/N whimpered, shaking her head at his question while she could feel his lips against her warm skin.

“No? Are you sure? ‘Cause I can feel you tightening around me with every push, babe.” He groaned, thrusting himself deeper and letting her clit brush a bit more against the mattress. “Let go, Y/N. C’mon, babe. Be a good girl for me and I’ll fill you up so good.” She moaned shamelessly, and at that moment she knew.

It was his voice that made her toes curl.

It wasn’t simply about the words he spoke to her, which were a turn-on. Other people had said the same thing to her, though, and none of them managed to turn her on that much. No, it was the way he said it with his voice deepening at the right moment. It was about the way he whispered it in her ear or let it slide on her warm skin. It was the way he groaned after the right push, the way he moaned in her mouth when she met him halfway.

“F-fuck, Y/N… ‘m close…” he panted, hiding his face on the crock of her neck. That was all it took for her to come undone. Dean felt her walls spasming around him, and after one more push he was following her, moaning out loud while emptying himself inside her.

They stayed still for a few minutes, trying to take long breaths after it felt like they had been without air for so long. Slowly, Dean fell on his right side, bringing her with him: her back against his chest, and his cock still nestled between the warmth of her legs. He covered the both of them with a blanket before sneaking his arm around her middle, while his nose nestled behind the nape of her neck. Y/N closed her eyes, snuggling against Dean’s chest a bit more while trying to regain control of her breathing.

“That was…” She whispered, too impatient to fill the silence around them, which was something new for her. silence with Dean had always been somehow comforting, but tonight things had shifted, and now that her high was coming down, she was starting to get aware of what had just happened.

“…unexpected.” He finished for her, all of a sudden too unsure of everything. He couldn’t stop thinking that he might as well just ruined the friendship they had because he couldn’t keep it in his pants.

“Yeah… yeah.” She agreed with him before falling silent over again, simply enjoying a bit more of their closeness. Dean felt her moving a little between his arms, so he reluctantly loosened his grip on her. As soon as she was a bit freer to move, Y/N started to slowly dislocate from him, making both of them moan the moment his cock slipped out of her. Dean was ready to see her get up and walk away from his room when she turned around in his arms, facing him.

“Did you mean what you said?” She dared to ask, making him frown in confusion. “Did you think about how it would be to have me between your legs like that?”

“Oh…” Dean whispered, swallowing down hard without being able to form a more coherent thought. He cleared his throat, all of a sudden too dry. “Yeah, yeah.”

“Have you ever tried something like that?” She asked, watching him blush at her words.

“Uhm… I…” He stammered a little, searching for the right words other than the obvious ones just to impress her somehow; even though he knew it was a stupid thing to do, somehow she seemed not to mind.

“Would you like to try?”

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winchester-girl67 · 1 year

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Happy Hour

Summary: The reader returns home after a night at the club realizing she's taken something that she shouldn't have. Her neighbour, Dean, notices when she's practically locked out of her house and spends the night with her.

Pairing: AU!Dean x reader

Square: Quote B: @supernatural-jackles 6. "I dare you to kiss me." Neighbour AU @spnfluffbingo

Word Count: 3,188

Warnings: drugged!reader, drugs, vomiting, implied/light smut, mature themes, kissing/cuddling, pining, language, mainly fluff, a little angst maybe

A/N: Don’t do drugs, this is pure fiction. Written for @spnfluffbingo and @supernatural-jackles’ Tell Me a Story bingo.

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You felt everything, the beat of your heart pumping in your chest and ears and throat. The tiny hairs on your arms prickling with the goosebumps crawling over your skin. The artificial street lights stinging your wide eyes and tunnelling through your head. Your breath on your lips was heavy and quick. The throbbing need between your legs running through the veins in your thighs.

Fuck.

You shouldn't have taken that 'Aspirin' from your 'friend' at the club. This felt more like a high, like you were flying and couldn't come down. You didn't know what you took. It definitely wasn't Aspirin though.

Your skin misted over with sweat and there was no way you could hide your high. Not with the long Uber ride back to your house for it to take hold of you completely.

Fucking hell.

You paid the uber driver when he dropped you off. At least you thought you did because he drove away without a word and you stumbled up to your front door.

"Had a little much tonight?" Your nosy neighbour, Dean, asked from his front porch as you struggled to penetrate the lock with your key. You weren't holding a key you realized, or your purse and fished out the spare from the plant pot behind you. Trying again. "Here let me help." He jumped over the shared railing of your adjoined houses and slid his hand over yours.

Okay, maybe he wasn't nosy. He was interested, but you never gave him the time of day. For whatever reason you couldn't remember as you blinked up at him and leaned back against the door.

He chuckled and pressed his palm against your cheek. Your skin igniting in a searing flame hotter than an iron left in a fire pit. But it was an enjoyable heat. You closed your eyes, feeling all of him in that single touch.

Damn it, this was too intense.

You couldn't wrap your mind around any of it. Couldn't stop any of the feelings you were having. It was thrilling but scary.

"Y/N," he sounded far away, "I can't open the door with you leaning on it."

"Hmm," you hummed, not hearing him and pressing your cheek further into his palm.

The heat of his body consumed you as he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you to lean on him instead. Your eyes were still closed and you teased your bottom lip, pressing your face into his neck and holding onto his shoulders for support.

You heard your door creak open on rusted hinges and Dean walked you inside. You couldn't let go. Your skin was on fire and you felt too much of him. You felt dizzy.

"Y/N," he murmured against your ear. His thick breath filled the shell of it and you moaned. Out loud. He chuckled. "I'm flattered but you are wasted. Holy shit, sweetheart, how much did you drink?"

"I don't feel so good," you said, hiding your face in his scruff and swallowing down the bile that started to rise.

"Bathroom?" He asked.

You nodded and he lifted you into his arms.

Your legs locked around his waist causing a whole new sensation for you to be aware of. It felt good at first, but this was too much now. Your mind clouded and you clung to him tighter with a whimper. Your pulse pounding through every inch of you.

Dean grunted when you pulled his hair and you mumbled out a 'Sorry'. Your muscles shook and you were seconds from vomiting all over his back.

He dropped you to your feet and you spun around, landing on your knees in front of the toilet. Emptying the contents of your stomach into the porcelain bowl.

You groaned following your second wave of sickness, Dean brushing your hair from your face and wiping you down with a wet cloth. You welcomed the coolness and started to feel a little better.

Then the shivers started and Dean sat behind you, holding your hair and rubbing your back. It should've felt nice, but it made your stomach roll and you leaned back into him to make the motion of his hand stop.

He wrapped his arms around you instead, "You took something didn't you?"

"I think so."

"I feel like I should bring you to the hospital."

"I'm fine, it's passing. I think I threw up some of it." You wiped your mouth with your hand and wiped your hand on the skirt of your dress.

Your mouth tasted gross coated in bile and you knew you smelled. There were chunks of nachos in your hair. Dean hadn't been able to get it all out with the washcloth.

He rested his chin on your head, "I'm worried about you."

"You worry too much." You breathed, just happy to be still with him for the moment.

Your nerve endings were all on high alert and you felt oversensitive in every way.

You felt him sigh into your hair, "You live alone and you don't ever let me help you with anything. But you're always so sweet and I'd feel bad if something happened to you because you were alone. You need someone right now, please don't push me away. If only just this once."

You didn't answer. You lifted your hands to weakly grip his forearms that rested around your waist. A way letting him know he could stay. He sighed again and squeezed you just a fraction tighter.

When it was clear you were done vomiting, you brushed your teeth. Twice. And rinsed with Listerine.

You looked in the mirror with Dean standing behind you, ready to catch you if your knees gave out. Your pupils were blown wide, all the Y/E/C colour lost on the edges. No wonder your eyes hurt in the light.

Your eyes teared and you played with your crusty hair, "I need a shower." You turned around when Dean shook his head.

"You can barely stand on your own, I don't trust you not to fall."

You wanted a shower still and stared at the glass stall, then him. If he was afraid you'd fall then he'd just have to join you. You lifted your dress over your head and dropped it to the ground. Every exposed inch of Dean turned rosy and he dropped his gaze to your breasts for a split second before he caught himself.

"Fuck." He palmed his mouth, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips. "Please, don't take off anymore. This is hard enough."

You still had your plain underwear and bra on but the way he reacted was as if you were already bare in front of him. You wanted to laugh but your stomach muscles hurt too much to. You took a shaky step forward and lifted his black t-shirt at the hem, working it up his stomach until he took the hint and stripped it off, piling it with your dress on the floor. You reached for his belt buckle next, a little surprised at yourself for the boldness and the fact you'd never seen him this way before, but you knew the drugs were still in your system.

Dean caught your hands and pushed them away. You frowned in disappointment. You wanted to feel him now that you were starting to feel good again. He stared into your eyes for a long second, then dropped his jeans, leaving him in his tightly fitted boxers.

He took your hands again and led you towards the shower, letting the spray heat up before stepping into it with you. You tilted your head back, wetting your hair and feeling the ends of each hair scratch down your back. It felt amazing and you let out a strangled moan, sucking your bottom lip at the end of your breath.

"Y/N, please don't make that sound." Dean said, squeezing your hands in his.

You met his gaze and pushed a hand past his and held his arm near his elbow. The muscles under his skin tensed and you let out a squeak, trying to hold back your noises for his benefit. Though, you thought you only made it worse.

You felt waves of pleasure mixed with waves of sickness over the slightest touch. But the highs were high and you wanted to touch him, taste him; his lips, his earlobes, his throat, his...

"I wanna see you," you pulled your hands free and tugged at his boxers.

You weren't thinking really. Acting purely on desire and impulse. Your nails digging into the wet material of his waistband.

"No." He wriggled away from you, but you persisted until he caught your hands again and pulled them to his chest. "You're high, Y/N, stop."

His fingers felt like handcuffs around your wrists. "Why?"

"Because."

"Because, why?"

"Because I'm trying real hard to be a gentleman right now." He said, you flexed your fingers against the freckled skin of his chest.

Eyes trailing down the curve of his neck, watching the water droplets collect along his collarbone and run off. All thought left your mind and you leaned forward attaching your lips to the curve of it, nipping lightly and trailing up his neck. Feeling his pulse deepen against your delicate flesh. You heard a frustrated groan but you weren't sure which of you it came from.

Dean took your shoulders in his hands and pushed you away to look into your eyes, "That can wait." His voice was deep and thick. You pouted your lip and he kissed your forehead hard. Then added, "Just not tonight, okay? I don't want you to think I took advantage of you in the morning. Now, turn around."

You turned in his hold so you faced the spout of the shower and felt Dean's fingers in your hair. He dragged the strands away from your face and underneath the spray. You turned up the heat of the water until you could feel it in the bones of your toes and your veins glowed bright red against your skin.

"I think you're hot enough," Dean reached in front of you to turn down the heat but you dragged his hand back and laid it flush against your stomach instead. "Let me take care of you."

You let him pull his hand back, feeling it linger on your hip. Maybe the water was too hot. You didn't adjust it though.

Then his fingers were in your hair again, massaging honey and cucumber scented shampoo into your scalp and you closed your eyes. The air around you was so thick with steam that you felt it heavy in your lungs. You started to feel dizzy again in the heat and braced yourself against the wall. The sleek tile against your cheek cooled you down slightly as his nails gently scratched behind your ears and down your neck and then back up again.

He took the nozzle of the shower hose and rinsed out your hair. Repeating the process with some conditioner until the strands slipped through his fingers with ease. You would've fallen asleep had your senses not been in overdrive. Every touch made you want him more and you bit your cheek until you tasted copper and whimpered.

The water shut off and you opened your eyes. Dean wrapping the largest towel you owned around your shoulders and directing you out of the stall. He grabbed a towel off the back of the door for himself and wrapped it around his hips before shimmying out of his wet boxers. He rang them out and tossed them over the door of the shower to dry.

You tried to do the same but your movements weren't as elegant and the towel slipped before Dean caught it, blushing hard. He held it up for you as you removed your bra and panties, tossing them haphazardly to the shower floor.

You hadn't noticed that you were standing in front of the mirror until you grabbed the towel back from Dean. His eyes sunk down from the ceiling when you wrapped the soft material around yourself feeling a little too high to be embarrassed by the show he most likely got. Since the fog on the mirror let up quicker than it took you to change.

Lucky him.

Your eyes fell down his bare chest, water droplets still clinging to his skin as you chewed on your lip again. It was blatantly obvious what you were thinking and Dean seemed to shift uncomfortably when you wet your lips.

He cleared his throat and you met his gaze, "Stop looking at me like that."

"Hm, like what?" Your gaze fell again.

"Like that! Like I'm a piece of meat."

"I seem to remember you looking at me a lot like that." You said, winking at him playfully. "Like when I come home from the gym in my purple leggings."

"That's different."

"How?"

"I don't know, it just is."

"Why?"

"Because, it is."

"Because it is, why?"

"I'm not doing this with you again, Y/N." He sighed and breathed into his palm, rubbing the scruff on his chin. "It's just different."

"That's a double standard." You crossed your arms over your chest, glaring up at him.

"One I enjoy immensely," he smirked and mirrored your flirty wink.

You pouted, "But it's not fair. You have a nice body, why can't I notice, too?"

"You're right," he sighed and placed his hands on your shoulders, "Do me a favour though, don't notice until you're sober."

"Why?" You asked again but he didn't answer like you thought he would this time.

He just chuckled and pulled you into his chest, "Let's get you to bed, Y/N. Walk this way."

He twirled you around and shuffled behind you as he directed you towards the bedroom. The layout of his house mirrored yours so you weren't surprised when he found your room on the first try when he pushed one of the doors open.

"But I'm not sleepy," you whined and twirled back around when Dean nudged you towards the bed.

He sighed again, "What if I lay down with you for a while? Could you try to sleep it off then?"

"Yeah," you beamed and nodded, throwing back the comforters to crawl into the bed.

You didn't think you could spend the night in that big bed alone. Not tonight, not the way you were feeling. You felt like an open sore, achy and oozing. Even if Dean didn't want to be intimate until you were sober enough to remember the night you'd have with him, at least he could hold your pieces together and keep you from falling apart completely.

You squirmed until he slipped into bed next to you and you were able to curl into his side and cling to him. Your skin heated uncomfortably though, so you wiggled out of your towel and threw it across the room. You heard Dean huff out a nervous laugh as you cuddled into him again and pressed your face into his flushed neck. Your bare chest pressed to his and you felt a tingle rush through the sensitive peaks of flesh meeting his.

You might've made a small noise of contentment, but you couldn't hear past your own ears. You sighed, feeling Dean swallow and catch your wandering hand against his lower stomach. He held your palm over his heart instead and the heavy thump, thump of it lulled you to sleep. Near sleep at least, as you closed your eyes and breathed in his scent.

"You're not gonna leave, right? Like I'm not gonna wake up in the middle of the night and you won't be here?" You asked, your skin humming against his.

"I'll be here when you wake up, sweetheart," he promised, his voice deep and husky again like he'd just woken up. "I'll even make you breakfast."

"No way! Like pancakes and bacon and eggs and-"

"Yes," Dean chuckled, "Whatever you want, I'll make it for you. Just sleep now, and no funny business." He squeezed your palm in his as if he wasn't the only one aware that only a thin piece of damp material separated the two of you, "I mean it, Y/N."

You giggled and laced your fingers together. Happy with the buzz stemming from the pulse in your fingertips syncing with his. That's what it felt like, your hearts beating to the same drum. You wondered if he felt it too, or if it was just another side effect of the drug.

"Dean. I dare you to kiss me."

You pulled your face from his neck and tilted your head up to him. He looked at you for a moment and smirked, the smile reaching his eyes and crinkling the corners. He leaned in close and cupped your cheek with both your hands still entwined. Then kissed you on the forehead and chuckled when you sulked.

"Dare me tomorrow." He said, releasing your hand to tug the comforters over your shoulders.

You relented and placed your palm back over his heart, allowing the thump to pull you asleep this time. Letting the drugs finally wear thin as you slept them off. All night. And waking in the morning in the same position with Dean's hand on your waist and a tired fog clouding your mind. His thumb aimlessly brushing back and forth over your skin.

"How long have you been awake?" You asked as the events from the night before started to replay in your mind. This time with a new level of embarrassment creeping into your cheeks. "I'm not wearing any pyjamas, am I?"

"Nope." He said, checking your pupils in the morning sunlight streaming through breaks in the curtains. Seemingly satisfied, he smirked. "Still dare me?"

It only took a second for your cheeks to burn and you realized that line you'd drawn with him when you first moved in a year ago needed to be reevaluated. "Yeah."

Dean's hand left your waist and he lifted your chin with a finger. He dipped his head at an angle and fit his lips perfectly over yours. Kissing you with the weight of a feather for only a second.

You almost missed it, "I dare you to kiss me like I know you want to." You said.

He smiled as his fingers trailed up your jaw and tangled in the hair on the nape of your neck. He brushed his lips against yours teasingly and chuckled before he smashed his mouth to yours. Sucking the breath straight from your lungs until they burned in a way that wasn't displeasing. He pulled away, then ducked back in for another kiss and then another one. Kissing you so many times that you felt high all over again. A better type of high this time though. A natural high.

Your lips chilled without the warmth of his mouth when he finally pulled away.

"Dare me to try again?" He asked and you bit your lip as you nodded. Dean kissed you breathless once more before he remembered, "I promised you breakfast, didn't I?"

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A/N: Read part 2 here

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pink-sparkly-witch · 2 years

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Can't Fight This Feeling, Pt. 1

Summary: Dean is in love with the girl who works in the office. The problem is Y/N is already dating someone, and Dean is not her type, right? When Y/N is dumped by Rick the Prick, the feelings she has had for Dean since she started working at Singer’s Auto come back in full force.

Pairing: Mechanic!Dean Winchester x Female Reader (Eventual)

Bingo Square: Mutual Pining

Warnings: Fluff, angst, language

Word Count: 3.3k

A/N: This is written as a submission for Tell Me A Story Bingo hosted by @supernatural-jackles. The square filled is Mutual Pining. This hasn’t been beta’d. All mistakes are mine!

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Dean had to admit he was happy. He loved his job as a mechanic, and the garage he worked at would be his someday. Bobby had already talked to him about buying him out when the old man retired, and he’d agreed to the proposal right away, never doubting it was what he wanted.

He owned a modest two-storey house in a good neighbourhood which he renovated right after moving in. His neighbours were friendly, if a little nosey, and for the most part, he loved attending and hosting the neighbourhood cookouts in the summer months. The only thing missing was someone to share his life with.

He’d had a few relationships in the past, none giving him exactly what he wanted. The closest was Lisa, and he did love her. She didn’t love him, though, and after a while, she realised that she needed more than just a father figure for her son and that Dean deserved better. She broke his heart, making him a little jaded about women for a while.

Dean had gone back to his playboy ways, but it quickly became unsatisfying, and he decided it was time to try dating again. The problem was that he was confident he’d found ‘the one,’ but she was someone else’s girl, and he didn’t want to waste more time with the wrong woman.

Maybe he was just meant to be alone.

His bachelor lifestyle was hitting him even harder recently with his baby brother’s announcement that he and Eileen were getting married. His good buddy, Garth, was also getting married in the summer. Benny and Cas were happy and settled in their relationships. Dean had a feeling that Benny would be asking Donna to move in with him and Cas would be putting a ring on Meg’s finger very soon.

He was glad a customer had dropped off a 1969 Chevrolet Camaro for restoration. It kept him busy and stopped his thoughts from wandering for too long.

“Hey, Dean?” Y/N opened the door that separated reception from the garage floor and shouted, trying to be heard over the noise of the equipment.

“S’up, Y/N?” he called back, unable to stop his smile at seeing her for the first time today. He didn’t sleep much last night, so he opened the garage at 6am. He had to admit, it was strange walking through the garage and not seeing her already sitting in her office.

“Jody’s here for her car, but Bobby’s out. Can you take care of the handover?” Y/N threw him her sweetest smile and biggest puppy eyes, and fuck if he wouldn’t have helped her commit mass murder right here at Singer’s Auto if she asked. He knew she had him wrapped around her little finger, but he was hopelessly in love with her and really didn’t care.

“Sure. Gimme a sec?” Dean said, and she grinned happily at him. God, she’s beautiful when she smiles! Dean thought and shook his head, chuckling at his behaviour. He grabbed the rag tucked into his coverall pocket and wiped the grease from his hands. He walked quickly to the break room and washed his hands to remove the stubborn dirt before heading to the back office.

There were two doors in the break room, one coming to and from the garage floor and the other that led to the corridors with the offices, bathrooms and changing rooms. Dean took the one into the corridor and headed to the back office, which belonged to Bobby.

Bobby’s office held the safe where they locked the vehicle keys at the end of the day or when they were waiting to be collected. Opening the safe and pulling out Jody’s keys, Dean made sure to he locked it and the office behind him and made his way to the reception.

“Sheriff. Good to see you,” Dean greeted. He’d known Jody a long time. She was his mom’s best friend.

“Dean! Good to see you too,” Jody smiled and pulled the mechanic in for a hug. “You’re looking a little skinny. Are you taking care of yourself?”

“Yeah, you know,” Dean started, rubbing his hand over his neck. “Been working hard. Long hours. You know the drill.”

“Yeah, I can see that beautiful Camaro you’re restoring. Is she keeping you busy?” Jody asked, smiling gently at Y/N, who handed her some paperwork to sign.

“Something like that, yeah.” Dean chuckled.

“Dean Winchester!” Jody scolded. “Do I have to call your mother and tell her you’re not taking care of yourself? Tell me, Y/N… does he ever go home?”

“He was here before me this morning, and I was in at 7:30 to handle an early delivery for Bobby,” Y/N tattled. “You know he never even ate breakfast? I went over to the diner and got him pancakes and bacon. It’s no wonder he’s getting skinny.”

“Traitor!” Dean playfully said, pointing in her direction. “And here I thought you, of all people, would have my back!”

“And lie to the Sheriff? And your mother?” Y/N huffed in disbelief. “Sorry, Dean! Even I’m not dumb enough to go up against those two!” she giggled at Dean’s look of mock hurt. “You know if it was anybody else, I’d have your back all day, every day, but I will not go up against Jody and Mary!” Y/N playfully stuck her tongue out, showing she was only teasing.

“That’s my girl!” Jody laughed. “Thank you for taking care of him. At least when he’s here,” she smiled softly and squeezed Y/N’s forearm.

“Ah, what are friends for,” Y/N waved her hand, telling them it was nothing.

Friends. There was that word that twisted his gut. He knew he shouldn’t feel what he does for her; she already has a boyfriend, so friends are all they’ll ever be. “Alright, ‘gang up on Dean hour’ is over. What are you still doing here anyway? Thought you had a lunch date with Mr Pretty-Boy-Wannabe-Entrepreneur?”

“Okay, first of all: you gotta damn cheek calling anyone a “pretty boy,” pretty boy! Secondly… cancelled it.” Y/N shrugged and smiled sadly, grabbing the paperwork for the Sheriff’s car to file. “It was nice to see you, Jody!” she turned and returned to her office.

“You too, honey,” Jody raised a hand in farewell, waited until Y/N was safely behind her desk, and lowered her voice. “Any idea what that was about?”

“No clue,” Dean responded with a frown.

“Alright, I gotta get back to it. Thanks for this, Dean,” Jody held her car key up and nodded. “I’ll see you soon. And call your mother!”

“Yes, ma’am!” Dean grinned and raised a hand to wave goodbye. When the door closed, he stood for a minute, trying to decide whether to push Y/N on what was going on with her. She was visibly upset by something, and if his gut was right, it had to do with the douchebag she was dating.

Huffing, Dean headed to her office and leaned against the door frame. The radio played REO Speedwagon’s Can’t Fight This Feeling, and he smiled softly as she hummed along. Not wanting to startle her, he knocked quietly on the door, just loud enough to announce he was there.

The noise coming from the garage floor often masked footsteps on the linoleum. Although it was hilarious when Y/N punched, kicked, or yelled out when she got startled by one of their voices at her door, he was pretty sure she’d punch him in the face if he did that to her now.

Glancing up, Y/N smiled like she always did when she saw him, like she was genuinely happy to see him, like he was the only person she wanted to see. He’d watched her and knew that no one else got those smiles from her, and, man, did that make him feel special.

“Hey. You alright?” Dean asked and frowned deeper when her smile fell, and she nodded her head, quickly lowering it behind the monitor in front of her.

“You sure? Because I can tell you’re upset,” he made no move to enter her office, leaning against the doorframe and giving her space. Dean sighed when he was met with silence. “Y/N/N, sweetheart, we’re friends, right?” he licked his lips and raised his eyebrows at her slight nod. “Then you know you can talk to me. Tell me anything. I just wanna help. See that smile back on your face.”

“Rick broke up with me last night,” Y/N finally spoke after a while. Dean’s eyebrows shot up in shock. Those were words he never thought he’d hear.

“Sweetheart, I’m sorry. What happened?” Dean finally moved from his perch on the doorframe and took the chair across the desk from hers.

“The new tech company he and his buddies created?” she spoke softly, and Dean nodded. “It’s starting to take off, and he’s been travelling a lot. Going to all these Expos and events, and apparently, I’m holding him back.”

“Y/N,” Dean wanted to go to her, comfort her but held back with every ounce of strength he had.

“Which I guess is guy speak for there’s a lot of beautiful women out there, and having a girlfriend is kinda cramping my style,” she tried to smile. Still, tears were gathering in the corners of her eyes. “But it’s okay. At least he didn’t cheat on me, right?” There was a bitter chuckle that Dean didn’t like the sound of. He’d give anything to take away her pain.

“I always knew Rick the Prick was a dumb douchebag. That asshole wouldn’t see a great thing if it walked in front of him and slapped him in the face. What exactly did they teach him at the fancy private school his daddy sent him to?” Dean fumed. Rick really was a prick. He’d never liked him. He always thought he was above everyone else.

“That he doesn’t need an education. He only needs the unlimited money from the trust fund his daddy set up for him, and everything will fall into his lap?” Y/N responded, and Dean laughed.

“It’s gonna be fine, sweetheart. There’s someone much better out there for you. I know it,” he smiled. “Now, how ‘bout I take my favourite girl to lunch before I head into the city to pick up some parts? What d’ya say?”

“Sure, thanks, Dean.” Y/N smiled brightly, and Dean leaned forward on the chair and gently grabbed her chin, giving her a charming wink.

“There she is! There’s that smile I love so much! Come on, burgers and milkshakes on me!”

“And pie?” Y/N pulled out the puppy eyes as she stood and rounded her desk, making Dean chuckle.

“Sure,” he said, pulling her into a hug and kissing her hair. “You can have all the pie you want, sweetheart.”

Dean’s smile didn’t fade when he got back to the garage, something that didn’t go unnoticed by his best friend, Benny. He was among the few who knew about Dean’s true feelings for Y/N.

“What’s that smile for Winchester?” Benny grinned as he leaned on the roof of the car Dean was working on.

“You saying I can’t be happy, Lafitte?” Dean sassed him back.

“Course you can. I just haven’t seen you this happy in a long time, brother,” Benny smiled softer now.

“I had a great lunch with great company,” Dean shrugged as if it was no big deal.

“With your girl in the office, huh?” The cheeky grin was back on Benny’s lips.

“She’s not my girl,” Dean protested.

“Yet. I know how you feel about Y/N, Dean. And the guy she’s with? He doesn’t deserve her, and once she realises it, it’ll be over for them.” Benny slapped his friend's shoulder in the way men do to comfort each other.

“It already is, man,” Dean lowered his voice to stop the whole garage from overhearing. “They broke up last night. ‘S why I took her out for lunch. Cheer her up a little.”

“Shit,” Benny lowered his voice, too, glancing around him to make sure they weren’t overheard. “What happened?”

“I don’t think it’s my place to say,” Dean’s response made Benny smile slightly. He was always so protective of her. It was damn adorable.

“Sure, I get that. She’s okay, though, right?” Benny adored Y/N, too, although his adoration was brotherly towards her.

“She will be,” Dean nodded.

“You gonna swoop in and sweep her off her feet?” Benny’s signature cheeky grin was back full force, and Dean rolled his eyes at his best friend.

“No. You know she doesn’t feel that way ‘bout me. Besides, I’m not her type,” Dean defended.

“Sure. Whatever you say, chief. Just don’t write it off yet, alright? ‘S’all I’m trying to say,” Benny gave him a knowing look, and Dean scoffed, unconvinced.

“Yeah, sure. Whatever. Do you need me to pick anything up from the city? I got parts that need collecting,” Dean’s quick change of subject made Benny chuckle.

“Nah, all good. I was gonna ask if you wanna go for drinks after work on Saturday, though. Start Memorial weekend off right.” Benny said.

“Yeah, sure. Roadhouse?” Dean asked.

“That’s the plan. And Dean? If you want a chance, a real chance with Y/N? Maybe don’t go chasing everything in a skirt. Make her see that you don’t always need to take someone home, that you can be in a relationship and not just be a one-and-done kinda guy,” Benny winked and walked away with a chuckle, leaving Dean wide-eyed with shock.

Lunch had been just what Y/N needed, and she’d done nothing but laugh and smile at Dean and his storytelling and blatant flirting. It reminded her of why she fell for him in the first place.

Dean was always funny and flirty. He knew how to make her laugh, even on her worst days. He treated her with kindness and respect, and she knew he had her back, no questions asked. He’d always been a gentleman with her, often pretending to be her boyfriend when some dick at the bar got too handsy with her or making sure she got home safe, and she loved him for it.

He was just her type too. Handsome, funny, smart, a cocky bastard. But how he acted with her and treated her was the same way he was with every woman he encountered. Except for the ones he wanted to go home with. They got his A-game, so she knew her feelings weren’t reciprocated.

The night Rick came over to her in the bar and attempted to flirt with her, she’d thought he was cute. She could tell he was out of his depth right off the bat, but his eagerness to impress her made her heart melt. When he asked if he could buy her a drink, she said yes.

At the bar, they talked for a while, and when he asked if he could take her on a date, she caught sight of Dean chatting up another beautiful, busty brunette who could be on the cover of magazines and knew for sure she’d never get to be his girl, so she said yes. The rest, as they say, was history.

Rick was so far from her type that none of her friends ever quite “got” them as a couple. Rick was from a trust fund family, his father a multi-million-dollar entrepreneur in Kansas City, and he had wanted for nothing growing up. Everything was handed to him on a gold plate. He didn’t know the meaning of living paycheck to paycheck or just getting by - which was how she’d grown up.

He was sweet, though and treated her like she’d always wanted a man to treat her. She didn't care about the fancy restaurants or the extravagant gifts he gave her; she cared that he proudly showed her off to his friends and family, who all seemed to adore her. He was always a gentleman when she was with him.

Rick wasn’t much in the bedroom, but was that really important when you loved everything else about a person? Good sex wasn’t the be-all and end-all and certainly didn’t constitute a good relationship, right?

None of it mattered anymore, anyway. He’d shown his true colours and made sure she knew she wasn’t good enough for him. It was time to put him in her past and try to move forward. She’d cried over him all night, which was far too long in her book.

Glancing over at Dean working under the hood of the Camaro, she smiled to herself. Now that Rick was out of the picture and with how sweet the mechanic had been with her at the diner, the feelings she’d had for Dean since her first day working here were back. She grinned, remembering Dean telling her she was beautiful and worth it and Rick didn’t deserve–

“Watcha smiling at Cher?” Benny said, causing her to yelp and jump, banging her knee off the desk.

“God dammit, Benny! What d’ya do that for?” she whined, rubbing her sore knee and glaring at the laughing Cajun leaning against the doorframe. “What d’ya want?” she pouted.

“I’m sorry for scaring ya,” Benny chuckled. “Just wanted to see if you’re up for some drinks at the Roadhouse on Saturday.”

“Well… that depends,” Y/N furrowed her brows as she looked at him.

“On…?” Benny asked.

“Who’s going?” she replied.

“The usual: me and Donna, Cas and Meg…”

“Oh great! Couples being all…” she gestured wildly with her hands, trying to find the right word. “Coupley,” she finished, lips curling in distaste.

“Dean’s going too, so you two can couple-bash together,” Benny smirked.

“Sure. Until a hottie shows up in a belt claiming it’s a skirt, her boobs spilling out of a top that’s two sizes too small so they look way bigger than they actually are, and Dean goes all horndog over her. And then, as always, I’ll be the awkward third wheel while you guys all stare at each other with heart eyes,” Y/N rambled, and Benny looked on in amusement.

“You know what? Thanks for the invite Benny, but I think I should sit this one out,” she concluded.

“Aw, come on, Cher! It’ll be fun!” Benny tried putting on his best puppy eyes, and she rolled hers dramatically.

“For who, Benny? No one wants the bitter, newly single girl crashing their good time buzz,” she sighed exasperatedly.

“We do, Y/N/N. Look, just think about it, okay?” Benny pleaded.

“I appreciate it, Benny, but honestly, I don’t think it’ll be a fun night for me seeing two perfect couples be all mushy and Dean hitting on every girl there except…” she stopped abruptly.

“Except who, Cher?” Benny prodded, even though he already knew the answer.

“Doesn’t matter,” Y/N waved her hand dismissively.

“Yes, it does,” Benny tried one last time.

“I’ll think about it, okay? If there’s nothing else, I need to get on with these invoices.”

Benny nods, understanding that she wants the subject dropped. “He’s an asshole, you know.”

“Who?” Y/N’s brow furrows in confusion.

“Rick,” Benny says, and she gives a small, grateful smile. “Dean, too,” Benny winks and leaves her office before she questions him further. Those two idiots needed to sort this out for themselves, after all.

What Benny said had stunned her. Never in a million years would she think there was a chance Dean shared her feelings, but something in his face when he told her that Dean was an asshole had her thinking…

Nah. It’s too crazy. There’s no way he likes me.

She needs to get over this obsession with Dean. It’s unhealthy; she’s not his type and never will be. She’s not perfectly flawless or sexy like the women he takes home.

They’re just friends, and she needs to accept that’s all they’ll ever be.

Part Two >>

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