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squirrel-moose-winchester · 4 years

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Rings

Title: Rings

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 1957

Square Filled: Fake Marriage

Summary: “What happens when the right guy comes along, see’s that ring, and high tails it out here?” – “I never thought about that. I guess, if he’s the right one, he’d stick around long enough to find out that the ring is a fake.”

Warnings: Fluff, Dash of Angst, Douche Bags, Rifle, Threats, Drunk Guys, Gross Guys, Some Explicit Language, and Lying…

Written for @spndeanbingo

Disclaimer: Not my gif.

A/N: I am really proud of this fic. I feel like it’s not exactly what you’d expect from the Fake Marriage trope. At least, that’s what I think. Anyways, I hope you enjoy it! This last fic concludes my SPN Dean Bingo 2019 Card! I made it just in time!! Happy Reading!! xx

The day had been a total shit show, and all you wanted to do was to have a seat at a bar, have someone else make your drinks, and get hammered! Was that too much to ask? Apparently it was. You’d only been in the, over twenty-one, establishment for merely ten minutes and there had already been one guy that had the nerve to interrupt your “me time,” and now thirty minutes in, another dumbass was trying to talk you up.

“Hey there good lookin’. You seem a little stressed. Can I buy you another drink?”

“Sorry pal, I just want to be alone,” you told him, not bothering to give him a second glance (not that you gave him a first one.)

“Oh, c’mon. Don’t be shy, let me just one drink?” He persisted.

“Seriously, I’m good right now,” you tried to remain calm.

“Alright, but if you change your mind, my friends and I are sitting by the juke box. Feel free to join us at any time,” he whispered, as if he thought he was being seductive. It was quite the opposite. His breath was rancid, and the stench coming off of him was just as criminal. You wondered how he could live with himself smelling like roadkill!

“Thanks,” was your only reply, letting out a heavy sigh when he left.

“Some guys just can’t take a hint,” the bartender tsked, her hands placed on the bar top in front of you. You looked up to meet the older lady looking past you, most likely at the group of guys that pig was hanging around with. “Mmm,” she hummed, a look of disgust in her face, “those fellas are one repulsive bunch aren’t they?”

A small smile cracked on your lips, glad that someone was on your side, not that anyone was against you to begin with, but still… this woman just made you feel a little better and you appreciated it.

“You didn’t smell him…” you murmured, slightly shaking your head side to side with trauma.

The older woman laughed. “The name is Ellen. I’m the owner of this bar.”

“I’m Y/N,” you introduced yourself.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you come in hear before,” the older woman stated. “And if you don’t mind me saying, you don’t look like the type to come into dive bars. What happened?”

Letting out a defeated sigh, you met her chocolate brown eyes. “Figured going to a bar was a thing to do when shit hits the fan and you just want to drink it all away. I mean, I see it happen all the time in the movies, so I thought… why not? There’s a first time for everything. The only thing that’s different is that the main character in the movies don’t have to deal with drunk gross guys. The girl usually meets that cool mysterious strangers in a suit or leather jacket.”

Ellen laughed at your perception on bars. “Sweetheart, real life ain’t like the movies. Real life actually sucks. So… I have to asked,” she started, “why are you here instead of with your man?”

You looked up at her confused. “Man?”

“The ring. Your husband,” Ellen clarified.

A bitter laugh escaped your lips. “Oh… that.”

“Yeah, that. What’s the deal? You don’t seem very happy.”

“Honestly, I don’t have a husband. I got out of a nasty relationship a while back and have sworn off men for the time being,” you confessed. “This is fake ring I bought off of Amazon. I wear it to ward off guys, which apparently doesn’t work on idiots.”

“What happens when the right guy comes along, see’s that ring, and high tails it out here?” Ellen question, the notion not once crossing your mind.

“I never thought about that. I guess, if he’s the right one, he’d stick around long enough to find out that the ring is a fake,” you shrugged, hoping your answer made enough sense to her, and you.

“Well, I wish you good luck kiddo,” Ellen smiled before having to help another customer.

Through the night, you got to know more about Ellen and the bar. The bar had been her late husband’s dream, but he unfortunately passed before he could even begin to see it’s possibility. In tribute and remembrance of the love of her life, she bought the bar, fixed it up, threw their name in front of it, “Harvelle’s”, in blinking lights, and eventually it also became her dream. She and her daughter ran the joint, along with a few employees.

You were working on your third drink of the night, trading in your whiskey for a fruity cocktail drink this time – a strawberry daiquiri. Honestly. You were a little surprised that a small town dive bar had it on the menu, but you didn’t spend too much time thinking about it. You just wanted to enjoy the slight buzz you were feeling.

As you sipped your cocktail, a large figure planted themselves beside your left, but you didn’t bother to acknowledge their presence. All you hoped was that whoever it was, would leave you alone. The only company worthy of your attention was Ellen, your new found friend.

“Hi, what’s your name?”

You rolled your eyes at the interruption. “Sorry, I’m married,” you lifted your hand, exposing the evident ring on your finger.

“I don’t mind,” his hand closed over yours.

At that moment, you snapped, snatching your hand from his grasp and shooting him a death glare. “What kind of woman do you take me for?” You asked with offense. The man next to you was burly, with a beard like a homeless man, shirt wrinkled and most likely unwashed, and his hair was greasy. Why did you always attract the uncivilized ones?

“The kind of woman that likes to have fun,” he wiggled his eyebrows, eyes glinting with mischief.

“Please, just leave me alone,” you told him, bringing your attention back to your drink.

“Oh, c’mon. Let me show you a good time. You might be surprised at how much you’ll like it… and I know you’ll really like it,” he cooed, his tone over suggestive.

“Seriously, back—”

Before you could finish, another man showed up. “Didn’t you hear the woman say she’s married?” The new stranger hissed, slamming his left hand down on the bar top, a gold band around his ring finger. “Now, I suggest you back off of my wife before you get yourself hurt.”

You were shocked to say the least. This stranger was different than all the men you’ve come across the whole day. From your pig of a boss, to the scumbags littering the bar, this man was something else. He was dangerously handsome, scruff littering his jaw, emerald eyes hard and demanding, and god… he smelled good… and looked good. His expansive chest and shoulders clad in red plaid, which was definitely his color.

Wow.

“You think I’m afraid of you?” The disgusting man barked, standing to his full height. He was much larger than the handsome stranger, who didn’t seem to be scared at all. “You think a small fella like you can take me?”

It was true. The guy was much bigger than Mr. Smell’s so Delicious. He towered him several inches.

“I’ve taken down bigger,” Mr. Gorgeous Green Eyes scoffed unfazed.

The gross guy took a step forward and Sex God in Plaid didn’t flinch one bit. If you were being honest with yourself, you found yourself getting a little turned on.

“Alright, cut the crap,” Ellen came barreling in, a rifle in hand. “This is my bar and I will not condone to any sort of rough housing.” The asshole took a step back, but your Knight in Shining Armor didn’t seem at all worried. “You…” Ellen’s spoke to the creep, “… you and your buddies has harassed this poor girl long enough. Pay your bill and get out, before I shoot every single one of you between the legs. Her husband is here and she no longer needs your company.”

The beautiful stranger draped his arm over your shoulder protectively, staring down the creeper. “You heard the nice the lady, get out!” He growled.

The man didn’t hesitate to hightail it back to his group of friends. You watched as they quickly pulled out several bills before rushing out of the establishment. Your jaw dropped in surprise, thoroughly impressed at how both Ellen and Mysterious Perfection handled the situation.

“You alright?” the deepness of his voice vibrated through your body, causing heat to crawl up your cheeks.

“Uh.. y-yeah. I mean, yes. Thank you,” you offered a small smile. God, he was so handsome it almost made it hard to even look at him.

“Y/N, this is my nephew Dean. Dean this is my new friend Y/N. Take care of her for the night would’ya? She thinks life is supposed to be like those romantic comedy movies,” she teased, sending you a wink.

The action did nothing to settle your nerves or alleviate the tension raking over your body. In fact, she made it worse.

“A rom-com chick? Oh, no,” he laughed. “Should I be worried?”

The playful tone in his voice surprisingly put you at ease. “What’s wrong with rom-coms?” You scoffed, nudging his arm off your shoulder. “Don’t you have a wife you should be attending to?”

“A wife? Nah. I’m a free man, Y/N,” Dean gloated, taking a seat beside you. If he didn’t just save you from that douche, you would think he was an arrogant ass, but something about him told you that he was a genuinely good guy. Plus, if Ellen was entrusting him to take care of you, he must be a good man.

“Then what’s with the ring?”

Dean chuckled. “It belonged to my father. He passed away to cancer a few years back,” he confessed.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” you suddenly became timid.

“He wasn’t the greatest father, but he did his best you know? Besides, if it wasn’t for him, me and my brother wouldn’t be the people we are today. Little brother is a lawyer and I’ve got my own chain of auto shops around the country.”

“Wow. Impressive.”

“I guess. All that matters is that I’m pretty happy, you know? Anyways, what’s your story? Where’s your husband?”

This time, it was your turn to laugh. “Not married either. I swore of men a couple of years ago after I was humiliatingly dumped from my ex-fiancé. He cheated on me with his boss. When I called our relationship off, he took the ring and everything else. All he left me was my car and what ever was left of my dignity… which let me tell you, isn’t much.”

“Fuck. That’s harsh. What a douche bag!”

“Tell me about it,” you puffed out in defeat.

“Ah, screw him. You deserve better anyway. A tough girl like you don’t need a weak man like him.”

“Oh yeah? And what kind of man do I deserve?” you taunted, giving him your full attention.

A sly smirk stretched across his face. “Let me take you out tomorrow and I’ll show you.”

“Smooth,” you giggled, and Dean was laughing too.

“I’m serious. Let me take you out. You won’t regret it.”

You looked up at him with a wide smile on your face. “I have the utmost confidence that I won’t.”

Dean grinned. “Looks like we got ourselves a hot date!”

Again, you couldn’t control the laughter bubbling inside of you. He was a dork and you found it being far more attractive than you expected. You were looking forwards to that date.

Looks like it was time for the ring to come off.

A/N: My SPN Dean Bingo 2019 Card is officially complete! YAY! I hope you all liked the fics, and I hope you liked this last installment! If you did, please like and reblog! Leave some feedback! I would really appreciate it! Stay beautiful everyone! xx

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flamencodiva · 4 years

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SPN Dean Bingo Round 1

Free Space: Who Do You Think You Are?

Enemies to Lovers: Who Do You Think You Are?

Impala: Who Do You Think You Are?

Motel Room: Who Do You Think You Are?

Mutual Pining: Who Do You Think You Are?

Unfinished Squares that will be worked on

Friends to Lovers - Coming Soon in editing

First Time - TBD

Movie Night - TBD

College AU - TBD

#SPN Dean Bingo Round 1 #SPN Dean Bingo 2019-2020 #First time Bingo #Supernatural Fanfiction #Supernatural #Dean Winchester #Dean Fic #Dean x Reader

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blushingjared · 5 years

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Accidents Don’t Happen Accidentally

We Get What We Deserve Ch. 5: Accidents Don’t Happen Accidentally (Alpha! Sam x Omega! Reader x Alpha! Dean)

Square(s) Filled: Fuck or Die @spnabobingo , Double Penetration @spnkinkbingo and for @idreamofplaid ‘s “In the Bunker” Challenge with the Hidden Room Ship(s): Sam x Reader, Dean Reader (No Wincest) Characters: Omega! Fem! Reader, Alpha! Sam, Alpha! Dean Rating: Explicit Word Counts: 2.3K Warnings: Poly Relationship and Sex, Oral (Female Recieving), Anal Sex

We Get What We Deserve

Summary: When Dean and Sam are away, poor Y/N tries to find something to occupy her time. What could go wrong when a hidden room shows up?

A/N: OOOOO boi, smut is hard for Lia :( . So I hope you enjoy this regardless. I won’t be uploading for a hot minute cause Im working on a Bang Challenge. I will be doing the Hiatus Creations tho. Look out for that.

Beta’d by the lovely @sweetness47

You didn't waltz into the hidden room that had opened up without a plan. Being of sound mind, you made sure to send a text Dean and Sam, with all the information pertaining to where you were. Before jumping the gun and waltzing inside of the mysterious room, you needed to have a good, solid Plan B. The loud SLAM of the door closing behind you and locking you inside, echoed off the walls, and you prayed that the message you sent got through.

“Shit.” The curse slipped from your lips as you looked around the room for a brief moment. You ran a hand over the back of your neck. That wasn’t good.

As you looked at where the door should have been, you find no door handle. The room was designed to keep things in. It seemed as though you were stuck. Nice going, Y/N.

You reflected on the course of events that lead to you being locked inside of the room in the first place.

With the Winchester’s gone, you were left to you own devices in the bunker. Both Alpha’s had begun to sense the fact that their partner in hunting was about to go through her heat pretty soon. Neither brother wanted to be around you during that.

Try as you might, you couldn't convince the boys that it was you that should leave. The gentleman in them wouldn't hear of it.. They insisted you have the bunker during your heat, saying it was the safest place for you. Sure it was.

So, after being alone for the week, you were bored out of your mind with nothing to do until your heat finally came in. You tried cleaning, but gave up, getting distracted watching Netflix, then half way through that, you grew bored once more.

Doing too much of anything for long stretches of time had become irritating. So, you’d decided to go on walks through the bunker. It was at this point that you’d felt something begin to beckon to you, drawing you in.

A mixture of lemon and leather hit your nose all at once, bringing you to your knees momentarily. Slowly, you gained the ability to walk, and the further you walked, the closer you got to the scent. Then the hallway began to warm up, and the feeling brought goosebumps to your skin. The restlessness you’d been feeling the past three days was gone for the moment.

Finally, you came across a hidden room within the bunker. You’d been inside most of the rooms within your new home, but you couldn’t recall ever seeing this one. For the most part, the room was exactly the same as all the others, except this door blended in with the walls. In fact, you had almost missed it. You felt like Sam and Dean had no knowledge of the hidden room inside their bunker.

When you placed your palm against it, a feeling of ease washed of you once more. You craved to be on the other side of the door. Now, you were. You had gotten your wish.

Attempting to pull on the door did nothing as you had suspected. So, now that you were stuck inside the room, with nowhere else to go, you surrendered. You decided to give a look around the room.

It was cosy. Wood paneling made up the walls and soft carpet rested beneath your bare feet. A layer of dust covered the furniture items within the room. It was clear to you, that this room hadn’t been in use since the old Men of Letters days.

Most of the furniture was standard. A bed, dresser, mirror and an attaching bathroom made the room feel cosier than most of the bunkers bedrooms. It felt purposefully decorated that way. A small booklet sat on the side table and you began to move towards it.

Alphas and Omegas within the Men of Letters: A Guide to Mating. You wrinkle your nose in disgust as you flip through the booklet. The “guidelines” are as archaic as this rooms. Every rule seems to have no regard for the Omega in the mating rituals for those within the Men of Letters society.

The room’s sole purpose was described as followed. “To make sure all Alphas within the Men of Letters Society are satisfied. An omegas senses are to be dulled by the release of the scent most desirable to them. In addition to that, once the door is opened, it is to remained closed until knotting has occurred."

You’d been tricked into a sex dungeon. You felt disgusted at allowing yourself to be led to that damn room.

Of course, it didn’t take long for Sam and Dean to barrel into the room, only for the door to shut behind them as well.

“Was that the door?” Dean asked, lowering his gun to his side. Sam turned around and looked at where the door was supposed to be, as you had done an hour earlier.

“Shit.” The two brothers said in unison.

The room had turned sweltering, like the thermostat had been turned up to a hundred degrees. You’d already torn off most of the clothing you’d been wearing, Tossed into one of the corners lay everything but your panties and tank top. It only made matters worse now that Sam and Dean were in with you, especially after you explained that none of you would be leaving until the doors opened.

Sam had attempted to look for supplies, only to come up with a roll of old looking condoms and dried up lube. Which meant no food or water, and no safety either.

Dean had used up both his and Sams bullets in an attempt to open up the door. Nothing worked. Sam had surrendered most of his clothes to the heat within two hours. It took Dean another two to follow after his baby brother. You clear your throat, catching the attention of both brothers.

It dawned on the three of you that no one would be leaving any time soon.

Dean’s eyes lingered on you for a brief moment before his head turned away, ashamed of the lust he felt. Sam seemed to feel otherwise as he looked right at you, even smirking as you begin to crawl closer towards him. “I want you. Both of you. I don’t care. This room might kill us if we don’t fuck. I’ve wanted it for so long anyways.”

Sam lets his eyes flicker down to your mouth, and a glint of lust sparkles in his eyes before he presses his lips to yours. His hand moves up to grip your hair and yank you closer to his body, pulling you onto his lap.

A small moan of pleasure leaves your mouth as the two of you grind against each other. Alpha and Omega, fighting one another for pleasure. It’s only when Dean slides his hand along your back, do you cry out for them.

“Alphas.” You beg. “Touch me.”

Sam gripped your thigh, his thumb digging a bruise into your skin as he looked down at you. Dean’s palm had made its way to your throat, squeezing around it. “We’re gonna do more than just touch you sweetheart.”

The heat of the room caused all three of you to shed what remained of your clothes.. You felt both brother’s cocks grinding and rubbing against you, and you shiver as you imagine them inside you, fucking you senseless.

One of Dean’s calloused palms moves to cover your soft flesh. He kneads it gently as Sam moves his hands to your core. The youngest Winchester slides his fingers through your soaked folds, tracing a line down your legs.

Being moved now onto Dean’s lap, you feel his bare chest against your back. Sam's head begins to dip down, making a trail of kisses along your tummy and thighs. Each kiss was urging your thighs apart, giving him access to your pussy.

“Gonna have to get you nice and open baby girl.” His stubble covered jaw scraped along the smooth skin of your thighs, causing you to tremble in anticipation. Dean's hands continued to move over your breasts.

With a quick kiss to your clit, Sam sinks two digits deep inside you. You start to cry out, but strong hands turn your head, and Dean's mouth crushes against yours. Whispered promises and filthy words flow from Sam’s mouth as he sees you grinding, convulsing underneath his touch.

“That’s it princess. You look so pretty like this.” Dean pulled his lips from yours, leaving his palm against your throat. “Baby girl. We got you.” The eldest brother whispers. Never once did their hands leave your body, the need to touch you overwhelming them in every possible way.

Soon enough, you were coming in Sam’s hand, spiraling out of control as he continued to fuck his fingers inside of you. He disregarded the fact that you had already come, but you didn't care. You arched your back, begging for more.

“Please!” You sob softly. Dean tried his best to soothe you, but he made no move to stop his brother, and a silent understanding passed between them. With a few more strokes, Sam dragged you back over that cliff of pleasure. Tears streamed down your cheeks as he pulled his hand away.

Both men looked at you, thighs shaking, cum sliding down your bare thighs. Neither brother spoke as they took you in. You knew your heat was coming in early. The way your body was growing warm and your cunt was aching for a knot to be inside you.

Then the moment came, both brothers were gonna fuck you. This was almost too good to be true. Sam reached down and brushed his thumb lovingly over your cheek as he spread your thighs for him. Then Sam’s cock slid into your front, your voice unable to express the fact you wanted Dean inside you too.

The message, though unspoken, seemed to be clear enough, as he collects a bit of slick from where Sam was moving inside you. He begins to push a single finger into your ass, with too little lube, finding it hard to move around inside you. The burn and ache of it all added another level of pleasure to the situation.

Sam lifted your small body up high, only to slam you back down with each thrust. Soft mewls of pleasure flowed out of you with each movement, a gentle cry coming out as you ached for both men now. Dean mad slow movements and worked his way up to three fingers. Your slick was the only lube around, so stretching and pain was inevitable.

Sam held back, knowing that he needed to wait to make you cum. His forehead pressed back against yours as Dean gave his baby brother the signal he was ready to go in. Only then did the younger Winchester’s pace pick up speed. His grip on your hip tightened uncomfortably, but his other hand was free to mash his thumb against your clit. You chased after an orgasm that was surely going to break you.

Sam and Dean continue to press loving and gentle kisses along any place that they could reach. Dean’s hand slid along your back and both men easily thrust inside you. Now that both men where inside you, it was hard to think, you’d never be able to go back from this. Both of them continued to move inside of you, claiming your body like the Alphas they were. Each leaving temporary marks that would have to do until they could properly claim you.

Thrust after thrust, moan after moan, each second of overwhelming pleasure only brought tears to your eyes and your body grew limp. Then you felt Sam lift you up and bring you down himself. Dean's warm palms continued to roam over your chest, grabbing at whatever he could blindly reach at.

You finally came with a loud cry, sobbing as you felt Sam and Dean follow soon after you. Dean slipped out, but you barely noticed, because Sam was fully knotted inside of you. He looked up at his brother as Dean pushed the door open.

“Thank God” Sam whispered as he lifted you up. “C’mon, let’s get out of here.” He smiled weakly as he awkwardly, but carefully carried you out. Although, you barely registered the words as you felt yourself drift off to sleep.

Dean’s eyes lingered on the cup of coffee sitting in front of him, the spoon lazily clanking against the edges of the drink. A gentle sigh burst passed his lips as last nights dream lingered on his mind, despite his best efforts to push it aside. He had no intention on thinking about a wet dream that included his brother; it was too close for comfort.

Not 5 minutes later, Sam made his way into the kitchen, a hand moving through the mess that was the kid’s hair. It surprised the eldest Winchester to see Sam still in his sleep clothes. Dean double checked his watch, and saw the time was, in fact, noon. He couldn’t remember the last time Sam had slept in so late when he wasn’t sick or exhausted from an apocalypse like situation.

“Mornin’ Sammy.” Dean smiled and greeted his brother. Sam’s response was a meager grunt as he waved his hand in Dean’s direction. The younger Winchester reached for a cup and the pot of coffee. He too was having flashbacks to the previous night's dream, and trying very hard not to linger on the fact that he enjoyed watching Y/N with the both of them.

With little left to say, both men sat in silence, drinking their coffee, and letting their thoughts drift to you, and you alone.

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imagineteamfreewill · 5 years

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This is a submission for @spnaubingo. Word count is at the bottom below the gif source link. There are no warnings.

Square Filled: Road Trip

You grinned at Dean from the passenger seat, laughing when he hoisted the book up above his head to show you that he had, indeed, been able to get it from the pawn shop owner.

“So, what do I win?” he asked as he slid into the Impala, reaching over the back of the seat to toss the book into the backseat of the car.

Humming thoughtfully, you searched through the plastic bag of snacks the two of you had picked up at a gas station on your way into town.

“Your prize is... a snack size bag of Flamin’ Hot Cheetos!” you cheered, and Dean groaned in response.

“Babe...”

You grinned. “Yes, Dean?”

“Flamin’ Hot Cheetos?” he asked, looking at you out of the corner of his eye. “Really?”

Shrugging, you held the small orange bag out to him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. This is not only the best prize, but it’s the best road trip snack ever!”

Dean took the bag from you, tossing it into the backseat with the book before reaching over and cupping your cheek. He leaned in before you could say anything and pecked you on the lips, then grinned.

“I think I know of an even better prize than Flamin’ Hot Cheetos,” he whispered as he pulled away.

You blinked, trying not to chase after him for another kiss. No matter how long the two of you had been dating, his kisses were still as intoxicating as the very first one you’d shared.

“Jalepeño Flamin’ Hot Cheetos?” you asked, playing dumb.

Dean snorted, grinning at you as he sat up again and turned the key in the ignition. “You’re incorrigible.”

Gasping, you grinned at Dean and dumped the bag of snacks back down into the footwell. “You learned that from Sound of Music!”

“It’s not my fault the TV didn’t have any other channels last night,” he shot back, glancing at you as he back the car smoothly out of the parking space and then put it in drive.

“Aww, Dean, it’s so cute when you pretend not to like musicals!”

He rolled his eyes and turned up the music, effectively drowning out any more attempts at teasing, but you laughed when you saw the grin on his face.

“You got the list?” you shouted over the music.

“Charleston, South Carolina!”

Nodding, you settled down in your seat and rolled down the window, smiling to yourself as you got comfortable and readied yourself for the next long leg of the journey.

Word Count: 421

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its-a-spn-thing · 5 years

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Are You Ready To Talk?

Square Filled: Purgatory!Dean

Title: Are You Ready To Talk?

Word Count: 3,565

Pairing / Characters: Purgatory!Dean x Reader, Sam

Warnings / Rating: 18+ only. Dean is still aggressive and dealing with the ramifications of purgatory. Bondage. Breaking and entering. Some choking. Spanking. Unprotected sex. Reader gets tazed.

Summary: Sam and Dean are on a shifter case in your town, and the victim just so happens to be your roommate. Dean is still dealing with the ramifications of purgatory, so when he finds out that you're keeping something from him, he won't hold back to get what he needs.

A/N: This one is slightly a slow build, so I do apologize

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“Dean!” Sam shook Dean to try and wake him up from whatever nightmare he was having. “Dean, wake up,” he grabbed his shoulder, “it’s not real.”

Dean ran through the gray forests, blood covered his face and vampires chased him. Once they were too close, Dean turned around and fought the vampires with Benny.

Finally, he woke up and gasped for air. Sitting up, he saw Sam sitting on the edge of the bed. The look on Sam’s face showed nothing but concern for Dean. The night terrors scared him just as much as they scared Dean. He wished he could make him better, but this was one of those things that could only be healed with time.

It had been two weeks since Dean escaped purgatory and wound up in the middle of nowhere with his new friend Benny. The flashbacks were so vivid – as were the dreams. His eyes were still sensitive to light. That was the thing about purgatory. There was no sunshine. Just gray.

“Sam,” Dean yawned and pulled the blankets off, “what’s wrong?” Dean always tried to make it seem like he didn’t remember his nightmares. He hoped he wasn’t screaming in his sleep. He hoped Sam didn’t know.

“Really, Dean?” Sam looked at him and stood up. “You know, I realize that you’re having a tough time with this.”

“With what?” Dean snapped. “What Sam, what am I having a hard time with?” His voice was loud and gravely. He was upset. He didn’t want to talk about it, but Sam could never seem to let it go.

“Forget it,” Sam started towards the door. “I’ve got a case in Colorado. I’ll be back in a few days.”

“No, no,” Dean stood up from his bed, “I’m going with you.”

After a few minutes of protesting from Sam, they finally agreed that he should tag along. They set some ground rules while they packed their belongings into the Impala. Dean was not allowed to talk to witnesses. He was in charge of research, and Sam was in charge of asking questions.

Dean was driving, and Sam was in the passenger side. They were in a small town in Colorado.

“So,” Dean kept his eyes on the road, “what do we got, Sammy?”

Sam looked down at the papers on his lap. “Y/N Y/L/N, aged 24, found her roommate dead when she got home from work.” He looked at Dean and then back down to the papers. “Victims name was Sarah Montgomery, also 24, cause of death asphyxiation.” He looked confused all of the sudden. “Get this,” Sam started, “the fingerprints around her neck belonged to her boyfriend, but he has an alibi.”

Dean shrugged, still focusing on the road. “Could be lying.”

“He was at work, and everyone he worked with that night vouched for him.” Sam responded.

“So, we got a shapeshifter.” He pulled into the motel parking lot and opened the door. “Great.” He said sarcastically.

It was late morning when you decided to get up and clean the apartment. The apartment was empty without your roommate, and a lot more expensive now. You had to work late tonight, so you decided to clean the place and relax before your shift.

You put on old, comfy clothes, and turned the radio on and started to scour the kitchen first. When suddenly, there came a knock at your door. You ignored it at first - you figured it was a reporter, or a Jehovah’s Witness. You turned the music up a few decibels and went back to cleaning. A few moments later there came another knock.

“Jesus Christ,” you mumbled to yourself, throwing the broom on the ground. You were frustrated. You were mad. Your best friend is dead, and you just wanted to be left alone.

When you opened the door you were pleasantly surprised to see two tall, handsome men standing before you. One was tall with long dark hair, and the other was slightly shorter with short hair. You thought to yourself, “To what do I owe the pleasure?” But you didn’t dare say that out loud. Instead you didn’t say a word. You just gave them a “may I help you” look. You widened your eyes and crossed your arms across your chest and waited for one of the tall drinks of water to say something.

“Uhhhh,” the taller one stammered reaching in his pocket. “Are you Y/N?” He and his partner both pulled out FBI badges.

You nodded your head and invited them in.

“So,” you poured the agents two cups of coffee. “Agent…” you trailed off because you couldn’t remember their last names.

“Oh,” the short haired one said, after taking a swig of coffee. “I’m sorry. I’m agent Osbourne and this is my partner agent Cooper.”

The two of them sat at your coffee table and you sat across from them, cross legged on the floor. They asked you questions about Sarah. Who she was dating. Where she worked. What she did in her spare time. There were a couple things you didn’t answer though, you just told them you didn’t know. But you knew.

Your best friend, Sarah, she had a boyfriend, but she wasn’t exactly loyal to him. She was having a secret liaison with a man who she adored, but was married and had children. You tried to talk her out of it time after time, but she never listened. You didn’t want the affair to get out. It would break her parents’ heart, and it would break her boyfriend’s heart.

Her boyfriend, Nick, was so good to her. You didn’t want him to hate Sarah now. She was gone, and there was nothing you could do to bring her back. But deep down, you knew that her married man had something to do with her death.

When agent Osbourne and Cooper left, they seemed flustered. Agent Osbourne got loud a few times during questioning. You felt like you were being grilled, put on the spot. You told them it was time to leave. Agent Cooper apologized for his behavior, and they left. You noticed their car didn’t seem very “government official.” It was a classic. A 60-something Impala. A car like that wasn’t meant for FBI agents.

Once you finished cleaning the apartment it was time to go to work, and that sucked even worse than being grilled by two FBI agents all afternoon.

By the time you got home from work it was pushing eleven o’clock. You couldn’t wait to take a hot shower, get in your comfies and watch a movie in bed.

You unlocked the door to your apartment, and took a look around. You always forgot to turn the lights on when you leave, and coming home to a dark house is always slightly unsettling. You used your hands to guide you to the light switch on the wall, and when you flipped the light on you saw agent Osbourne sitting on the couch with his feet resting on the coffee table, shoes still on.

When you saw him you jumped and put your hand on your chest to make sure your heart was still pumping blood through your veins. “Agent!” You said breathily. “Wh-wha,” you stammered. You were slightly terrified, but you couldn’t deny that he was attractive. Still, a strange man somehow got into your apartment with the doors locked. You had a lot of questions. “What,” you walked towards him. “What are you doing here?”

He stood up. He seemed a lot taller now that his partner wasn’t standing next to him. Where was his partner?

He was in street clothes too, a blue jacket, a red flannel, and worn-out jeans. “You,” he laughed, “You’re not the one asking me questions here, sweetheart.” He inched closer to you. Closer. Closer. Each step he took towards you, you took one backwards. You smiled and giggled nervously. “O-okay.” Your back reached the wall. “Ask away.” You forced a smile.

He was now an inch away from your face. He crouched down so he was eye level with you and rested his palms on his knees. He pouted his lips and asked, “Who was Sarah dating?” You rolled your eyes and arched your neck so your head was now resting against the wall, your eyes focusing on the ceiling. You had to avoid his green-eyed gaze. It took everything out of you to not kiss him. “I’ve already told you,” you said, exasperated. “Sarah was dating Nick, they were together for six months, and that’s literally all I know.” You returned your head back to an upright position to meet his gaze. He wasn’t buying it.

He stood up and turned around to walk away from you. “Ya see, doll,” he turned back around to face you once he was a few feet away from you, “that doesn’t exactly work for me.” He crossed his arms across his chest.

“Yeah?” You were angry now. This man broke into your house and is now giving you a hard time. “Tough.” You walked towards the door and when you finally approached the door and turned the knob he was behind you and slammed it back shut. You were still facing the door and his arms were on either side of you. You were trapped. “What do you want from me. Agent?” You put emphasis on the word “agent” to show him that you knew he wasn’t and FBI agent. You turned back around and flashed him a cheeky grin. “I’m not gonna say it again,” you ducked under his arm to escape his reach, “it is time for you to go.”

He smiled and raised his eyebrows. “Hun,” he reached in his back pocket, you followed his arm to see what it was he was reaching for, “I’m not going anywhere.” You were startled when you felt an electric shock run through your whole body.

When you woke up, you were cold. Really cold, actually. And when you finally snapped out of it, you remembered what just happened between you and the wanna-be FBI agent. You tried to sit up, but you quickly realized you couldn’t move. You wrists were tied above you.

“Rise and shine,” you heard his deep voice and it shook you to the bone. “Are you ready to talk, or is it still gonna take some doin’?” You were in your basement, and your wrists were tied to the rafters. Your feet were on the concrete, cold and wet. And you should’ve worn a longer shirt because your reach was causing your shirt to ride up almost to your chest.

The man was standing close to you, but not too close.

“You’re not an FBI agent,” you said. “You broke into my home, tazed me, and tied me up in my basement,” the aggravation in your voice was obvious, “and you want me to talk? Ever hear of going out for coffee before you take this step?!” You shouted, and your voice echoed through the dank basement.

He didn’t say anything. He just laughed.

“This is funny?” You rolled your eyes and scoffed. He stepped closer to you and wrapped his hand around your face, squeezing one cheek with his thumb and the other with his fingers. He brought his face close to yours, noses almost touching. “Now you listen to me, and you listen good,” he squeezed your face harder now. “You’re going to tell me everything you know, because I know there’s more.” He smiled and you felt your eyes swell and form tears.

He shushed you gently. “That’s not going to work,” he said. “I am not leaving here until you tell me.”

He released his grip on your face, and you looked down to the ground. You were crying. Not because you were afraid of this man, even though something told you that you should be. No, you were crying because he knew he was going to force you to tell him.

Your head was still down when you shook your head. “You don’t understand,” a single tear flowed down your cheek. “Sarah was my best friend and if I tell you what I know, and it gets out, her reputation will be destroyed.” He began to unbutton your jeans and you squirmed to try and get him to stop. “Please, please don’t do this.” He pulled your jeans and panties down to your ankles and delivered a hard smack to you bare ass. The sting was intense. You knew where this was going.

“Spanking?” You scoffed. “Really?”

He looked at you and he seemed confused. “What’s the matter, Agent?” You said with another cheeky smile. “Cat’s got your tongue?” You giggled. You were openly laughing at him. This pissed him off and he started to undo his belt.

You looked up at the ceiling and groaned, knowing what was about to happen. You giggled and tightened your body in anticipation before the cold, hard snap of leather met your backside. And again. And again. You were starting to sweat, but nowhere near broken. In fact, you chuckled, and looked down. You let out a long, loud sigh. “That’s it, Daddy, spank me.”

He raised one eyebrow, almost stunned at this comment. He was starting to get annoyed, and he knew you were antagonizing him. He slowly walked around you, his loud footsteps lingering. Once he was facing you, he quickly wrapped his large hand around your throat. His face was scrunched and his eyebrows were furrowed.

You gasped as his palm pressed against your larynx and fingers squeezed the side of your neck. You could see it in his eyes. You wanted to antagonize him a little more before he cut off blood flow to your brain. You smiled at him once more.

He grunted and released his grip. He walked away from you and put his hand up to his mouth when he turned to face you once more. “Listen,” he walked towards you again, “there is something you’re not telling me.” You rolled your eyes at him. He wasn’t going to let it go.

“You’re going to have to be a little nicer than this, Agent.” He responded by nodding his head once. He was thinking, and he was thinking hard.

His loud footsteps were circling your bound body once more. You followed him with your head. Each time he was at your side you would smirk at him. And finally, when he was behind you, the footsteps stopped.

“You want me to be nice to you, Y/N?” he kicked one of your legs open with his foot. “Is that what you want?” He kicked the other one open with his other foot. He reached up with his left arm and ran it down your arm, down your side while the other hand wrapped around your waist. He nuzzled his face into your neck and breathed in your sent. Once his arm reached your hip, he caressed your waistline. “Is this what you want?” He rested his hand on your mound and you nodded your head.

“Speak!” He exclaimed before delivering a quick, sharp slap to your folds.

You shrieked. “Yes!” You brought your head back and rested it against his chest. “Yes, please.”

He chuckled evilly, and gently rubbed your clit with the pad of his forefinger. You moaned quietly and spread your legs wider. He smiled, but you couldn’t see it. Your head was still resting on his chest, but your eyes were closed.

He reached up to grasp your neck with the hand that wasn’t working your clit. You gasped and your knees started to buckle. When he saw the desperation in your eyes, he entered one long finger into your cunt. “Oh, my God!” He said loudly, and then he laughed. He was laughing at you. “You filthy little slut. How long have you been turned on, huh?”

He fucked you harder and faster with his finger, and rubbed your clit even faster. “Tell me, sweetheart.” His voice was straining from working you with his fingers. “Was it when you saw me sitting in your living room?” He went even faster now, and you moaned. “Fuck!” You shrieked.

He ignored your moans, and curses. “No, no it had to be when you woke up tied up in your own basement.”

Your moans sped up, and he didn’t stop. “Oh my God, fuck.”

“Or was it when I smacked your ass? Or when I-” He grabbed your throat once more “-did this? It seemed like you liked it when I did this.” He squeezed harder. You were getting close. You felt your orgasm build in the pit of your stomach and your nerve endings tingle. “Oh fuck, don’t stop.” Your voice was strained as his palm constricted your voice box. You finally reached the precipice of your release. And he stopped.

He laughed wickedly, and walked away from you. “You’d like that wouldn’t you?” He said. But you didn’t respond. You just kept your head down and tried to catch your breath. He walked towards you. “Hey!” The loudness of his voice made you jump, but you didn’t look at him. You kept your head down.

He snapped his fingers quickly, and lightly slapped you in the face. “Hello? Y/N?” You looked up at him, your eyes were heavy and your hair was stuck to your face from the sweat and tears. “I’m not done with you.”

He quickly undid the restraints, and held you up. He picked you up and threw you against the wall. He kissed you and lifted you in his arms. You moaned in his mouth and wrapped your tired legs around his waist. He found the closest thing he could set you down on - your washing machine. He quickly undid his pants and flannel without breaking the kiss.

He knelt down on the cold cement floor, and opened your knees with his hands and delivered a few licks to your dripping core, and entered two fingers. “Gotta stretch you out a little bit, hun.” You giggled, and he stood up and quickly put his bulging cock inside of you. You grabbed on to the edge of your washing machine and threw your head back as his length hit your g-spot. He cupped your cheek with his hand and watched as he fucked you.

When he picked up the pace, you started to slide off the machine, so he gripped your legs to hold you. “Oh fuck, baby,” he moaned. Your mouth was open and you looked him deep in his emerald green eyes. You were speechless and breathless. He continued hitting your spot over and over again until you thought you couldn’t take anymore.

He stuck one long finger in your open mouth and got in wet before rubbing on your clit with his now lubricated finger. “Oh my God!” You cried out. “Fuck! Fuck, I’m close.” You moaned and squeezed his torso tighter with your sweat-covered legs. “I’ll tell you everything, just please let me cum!”

He chuckled and smiled widely. He knew he was about to get what he wanted. “If I let you cum, you’re going to give me what I want.” It wasn’t a question. You didn’t have a choice. You needed to cum.

Once more you felt your orgasm build in your stomach, it came quickly this time. Your eyes rolled back in your head, and you shrieked loudly and you were inching closer to your orgasm. “Please! Fuck!” Within seconds you dripped and came on his cock, and he finished inside you.

You both sat there for a moment to catch your breath. He was still inside you and his head was resting on your chest. "You have no idea how badly I needed that." He said, still trying to catch his breath. "Thank you."

"No problem," you smiled. "But how did you even get in here in the first place?" You asked. "Is this how you pick up all your girls?" He laughed at that comment because he now realized how crazy he's been acting.

"No," he looked at you, "I've just been going through a bit of a rough patch." He seemed apologetic when he gazed into your eyes. "So, I'm sorry for scaring you, I just haven't quite been myself lately."

"It's okay, but next time just call me so I can let you in," you smiled, knowing good and well there wasn't going to be a next time. He gave you a half smirk because he knew it too.

Dean moved away from the washing machine so you could get off and you both got dressed. "Come upstairs, I'll get you some coffee."

In the kitchen you told him everything over coffee. You told him about Sarah’s affair with the married man. He seemed relieved, happy, and much nicer than he was before.

Once the coffee ran dry, you walked him to the front door to let him out. Before he walked out, he turned to face you, cupped your face and kissed your cheek. “I’m Dean, by the way.” You smiled.

“Well, Dean, it was nice to meet you.” You responded. And before you knew it, he was gone. You knew you were never going to see him again. Too bad, because that was the best sex you've ever had.

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grizzlys-den · 5 years

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Winged desires

For @spnkinkbingo 2019! square filled: wing Kink pairing: Michael!Dean x reader rating: M Beta’d by: @blushingjared @colagirl5 and @felix-the-white-wolf

summary: Reader is Michael’s personal companion who he uses to help deal with his vessel's urges and to help groom his wings, which she has developed a secret kink for.

Michael asked her again. He more demanded it, yet makes his words seem like a request, not that she would turn it him down. The sight of his wings were magnificent, large and dominating the room, much like his presence. Each beautiful feather glows silvery blue like his grace, tipped with a darker blue. The color mesmerising and pure like his words of truth.

She always jumps at the chance to help groom his wings, to realign each feather so they lay straight, to run her fingers through the softest ones along the top. Whenever she does this, she is rewarded by a deep groan from her savior, one that reverberates through her. Making a heat settle in her lower abdomen. Making her fingers run through those soft downy feathers again, closer to his shoulder blades, until her fingers meet where his wings attach to the body he inhabits.

Her mind registers his increased breathing and the darkness of lust in the green eyes of his vessel as he turns to her. Capturing her wrists in his strong hands, his lips move and it takes a moment for his words to register. “You always tease me in this way; It’s like you want me to take you.”

The words are said before his lips seal over hers and then he gently pushes her down on the cushions of the chaise lounge. His grace stripping them of their clothes, allowing Michael to do what he intends.

As he enters her again, she feels his grace swirling over her clit; the feathers from his wings brushing against her arms. Her hands reaching up to that magical connection point of his back and wings. Once she grabs him there, his extraordinary control slips and his careful movements give way to harsh thrusts into her body.

Michael grunts and groans in her ear, making the inferno that is her orgasm build more and more until it snaps; their cries intermingling. He spills himself within her, eyes glowing that beautiful silvery blue again. Wings and darkness take over her vision.

Michael slides out of the broken bodied woman that has been used to satisfy him. Arising from the chaise, he uses his grace to dress and pours himself a glass of wine before looking at the woman. “I’m sorry my dear, but things had to happen like this. I can’t be distracted from my goal.”

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paperannxo · 5 years

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Problematic

Title: Problematic Link: (AO3) Square Filled: Teasing Pairing: Dean/Cas Rating: Explicit Tags: Canon ‘verse, Season 12, Post S12.E12 Stuck In The Middle (With You), Fix-it, Misunderstandings, Porn with Plot, Established Relationship, Top Cas/Bottom Dean, Teasing, Rough Sex, Fluff and Smut Summary: It all started with gut-wrenching fear and a deathbed "I love you." If Cas miraculously survived (spoiler: he had) and the confession was resolute, unwavering—cool. But things never seemed to go their way. Realizing he'd accidentally outted 'them' to the fam, Cas began sputtering clumsy afterthoughts, always trying to make shit easier for Dean. Even when it made the ride back kinda weird. Dean knew Cas was expecting something. Obviously. After what happened, so was Dean—and he tried to find the right words, God, did he try. But he couldn’t…get it up: emotionally. …Dean had whiskey-dick of the heartstrings, which was just as bad (if not worse) than the standard kind. Everything was fucked up. Even when they got home, things continued to spiral. This time Dean wasn’t totally to blame: Cas hardly gave him a chance! The next thing Dean knew, after a peck on the cheek, Cas flew out the door searching for Kelly Kline! Knowing full-well Dean needed to mull things over, gather his thoughts, to feel confident and only then— Instead of wallowing, Dean devised a plan. One that involved more show than tell. He didn't need a speech to return Cas' love—he had a better idea. Word Count: 9.5k Created/Written for @spnkinkbingo

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sofreddie · 3 years

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Friday Feature: June 4, 2021

Welcome to the Friday Feature, where every Friday I feature a different Fanfic Writer’s blog. This week’s Feature Blog is:

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About the Author:

My name’s MJ. I’ve been writing fic most of my life (started in the 80s with passing notebooks with friends) in multiple fandoms. I’ve posted works for BTVS/Angel, Twilight, TWD, SPN, MCU, and varied real person fics. I’m a Capricorn, queer, she/her, married, dog + cat mom, witch, Gen X — how many other labels can I cram in here?It took me far too long to find my way to Dean Winchester (started watching on Netflix in 2016) and I’m in denial of 15.20 except the domesticity. 🐶