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negandarylsatisfaction · 1 year

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[SUMMARY: John Winchester is wounded and found by a doctor who invites him to her home to care for him.]

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John and Michelle

The weather felt nice on this late fall evening, you drank your cup of coffee on your porch taking in the view around your home peacefully. Taking a deep breath about to walk back inside you were distracted by a strange sound not too far from your home. The noise sounded like a man yet you weren't sure, putting down your cup of coffee you closed your sweater and walked closer to the wooded area taking a careful look. The closer you got you quickly spotted a man against a tree by himself. You noticed him wrapping his hand in obvious discomfort and you walked closer to him.

"You hurt?!" You called out to him making him look up not expecting anyone to be around.

"No mam, I'm fine," he looked back down at his hand which you noticed had blood on it.

"You're bleeding," you called back out to him as you began to walk his way.

"I'll be fine-" he insisted, he was in the middle of a hunt for a vampire. It was dangerous and the last thing he wanted was any innocent humans involved.

"I'm a doctor, I can help you," you assured him making him sigh as he looked around him making sure the vampire was nowhere near.

"You shouldn't be out here, it's late and -"

"Oh you've cut yourself pretty deep," you interrupted taking his hand.

"Mam," his voice made you look up at him.

"It's not safe out here," he spoke low.

"Well, um.." you looked behind you then back to him trying to think of an idea.

"I live just up the road, if you want, I can patch this up for you and you can be on your way. I'm a doctor I can help. This can get infected." You explained. Pressing his lips together looking down at his arm he quickly nodded and agreed to leave with you.

Usually inviting a strange man to your home at night was something you never would have thought of doing. But being the thoughtful person you were, it didn't feel right leaving this man wounded.

"What's your name?" You asked as you let him in the house and closed the door behind you.

"John." He responded as he followed you to the kitchen table.

"You?"

"Michelle," you turned on the light and grabbed your first aid kit as he slowly took off his brown jacket.

"Let's take a look," you whispered as you gently grabbed his hand and began to clean the wound.

Still on high alert with what he had just dealt with he looked beside him out the window, there seemed to be no signs of anyone near.

"This is going to sting a little," John turned back as you slowly patted him with alcohol wipes. He watched as you carefully focused on what you were doing before looking up at you. For the first time he saw your face under light and couldn't help but think how beautiful you were. John barely interacted with other humans during his time on the road, always on a hunt after the next thing, he was instantly captivated by your beauty.

"So do you usually come across injured men around your home?" You could hear the playfulness in his tone.

"Actually, no" you laughed.

"You are my first." You looked up at him with a smile.

"Well aren't I a lucky guy." You couldn't tell if this man was actually attempting to flirt with you. Quietly you continued pressing into his palm making sure he wasn't numb.

"How did this happen?" You asked making him clear his throat.

"Hunting," he responded bluntly.

"Hunting?" You looked at him confused.

"At this time of the night?" You raised your brows before continuing to clean up his hand and arm.

"That's different." You chuckled not noticing your sweater had opened up revealing your undershirt that you had on without a bra. A clear view of the shape of your hard nipples poking through the thin fabric of your tank top caught his eye.

"Almost done." Your voice catching his attention making him look away. Doing his best to not look at what was so tempting he tried to distract himself looking around the kitchen when he noticed boots by the side door.

"So you stay here with your husband?"

His question catching you off guard.

"I'm sorry?"

"Your husband." He motioned towards the boots.

"Oh!" You laughed shaking your head.

"Those are my brothers, he was just here this morning fixing some pipes for me and those are his work boots. He's coming back tomorrow to finish."

"So no angry mans gonna come through those doors and find you taking care of me?" His tone was flirtatious causing you to look up.

"No," you smiled shyly.

"I live alone."

"Hm." He pressed his lips together.

"Why hm?" You raised a brow looking back down at his wound.

"I don't know...beautiful doctor like you living in this big ol' house all by herself...don't see that too often."

"Hm," you responded with sarcasm.

"What's that for?" He asked with a chuckle.

"I don't know....a man all alone hunting late at night with no hunting supplies....don't see that too often." You squinted your eyes at him. The look you gave him causing him to bite his bottom lip.

"Noticed that, huh?" He whispered as he began to smile.

"Mhm," you nodded as you finished wrapping his arm up. You wondered what he was really up to but decided not to ask.

"I suppose whatever you're doing you should be a little more careful with. You're not always gonna get lucky and have a doctor find you and invite you to her big ol' house for private care." You shrugged playfully.

"Private care," he repeated with a twinkle in his eyes.

"I mean, that is what I'm giving you. And I don't do that for just anyone." You raised your brows.

"Are you flirting with me, Doc?" He squinted his eyes as you laughed.

"Anyways...you're all set," you closed your first aid kit.

"Well, you sure are good with your hands," he looked at you with a smirk when a strong wind passed the window making you shiver. Johns face completely changed as he looked outside.

"You ok?" You asked a bit confused, his expression was serious and very focused, you wondered what caught his attention.

"John?" The sound of your voice saying his name taking his attention off of whatever he seemed to be looking at.

"We should close this window," he stood up quickly as you followed.

"Is everything ok?" You asked confused as he shut the window and locked it. Looking outside again he made sure nothing was around before looking back at you.

"Yeah, everything's fine." He responded as you stood silent. Taking a deep breath John couldn't help but get distracted as your chest rose, giving in to the temptation of looking at your sheer top that you seemed to not know was still out in the open.

"What?" You looked down to see what he was looking at before realizing the sheer undershirt was no longer covered. John looked away clearing his throat.

"Excuse me I-"

"You what?" You unexpectedly stepped closer to him taking him by surprise. Your sweater still open you looked up at him with seductive eyes. It wasn't the reaction he expected from you but it turned him on.

"Everything ok?" You raised a brow with a playful look in your eyes as you began to take off your sweater and threw it to the side. He didn't take his eyes off you as you looked up at him and slowly placed your hand on his crotch area.

"Yes mam," he whispered. Moving your hand up and down you felt him grow stiff, he began to breathe heavy.

"What are you doing, doc?" He whispered with a smirk.

"Just making sure you're ok-" You teased sliding your tongue over your top lip you stared into his eyes before he leaned in and kissed you. With his good arm he pulled you in closely pressing his body against yours. Brushing your hands up his chest, taking off his shirt you continued to kiss him before unbuttoning his pants. Your lips never leaving his you pushed his pants down and placed your hand on his bare shaft. He felt hot making you more aroused before you pushed yourself back and quickly looked through your drawers.

"What is it?" He asked confused.

"Here, put this on" you flung a condom at him as you began to take off your clothes. John ripped the wrapper open with his teeth and slid the condom on before walking towards you and pulling you to him.

"No," you whispered before pushing him down the chair.

"A woman who knows what she wants...I like.." John smirked as you removed your clothes and walked towards him. Putting your leg over him, you looked down at him with excitement in your eyes feeling him just at the tip of your entrance. In that moment you held yourself still and slowly bought yourself down on him until he unexpectedly thrusted upward shoving himself in you entirely. You gasped grabbing onto him as you felt his hand grab your ass.

"Go on. Ride me, baby" he whispered looking up at you as you adjusted yourself on him taking control and began to move your body. The expression on his face changing feeling how wet you were.

"Shit.." he hissed squeezing your hips. Gaining momentum you rode him eagerly, your moans filling the room as your nails dug into his shoulders. This was the least thing John expected to happen today, even more so for you. He watched as you moved up and down on top of him, your eyes rolling back he could tell you were about to cum.

"John-" you moaned as he felt you tightening up around him when he suddenly stood up with you in his arms. Your arms tightening around his neck you gasped in shock as he began lifting you up and slamming you down.

"John!" You screamed but he seemed to not be listening, you wondered how he could possibly be doing this as if his arm wasn't just wounded. He continued until he felt you tighten up around him again. His jaw clenched as sweat dipped down his forehead, he sat you on the counter and thrusted one last time before the two of you cried out simultaneously. John felt the release that he needed, being on the road for so long, barely any contact with others...he felt relieved. You could tell he needed this as he pulled away and took a deep breath.

After washing up you sat in the kitchen in your robe as John came from the bathroom. He didn't say much as he stood by the door way.

"I guess you leave now huh?" You asked as you stood up.

A glimpse of guilt in his eyes as he stepped towards you.

"I got work to do," he spoke low.

"Let me take one more look," you took his arm to make sure it hadn't worsened.

"Do me a favor-" you tilted your head looking up at him.

"Try not to get yourself hurt again," John chuckled in response.

"Can't keep any promises if it means I get to visit you," he laughed before he turned serious.

"I'll come back in some time...but you do me a favor," he leaned in looking down at you.

"Don't tell anyone else that you live alone, it's not safe around here-"

"Around here?" You asked confused.

"Look, I can't get into it right now but stay inside after dark and just be careful who you approach. Not everyone is what you think. Understand?" His tone was very direct, you had many questions but didn't say a word. With a simple nod and a sigh you crossed your arms before he kissed you once and left your home.

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delulu-hours · 8 months

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Should I

I have this Sam fanfiction brewing in my head. My only issue is that I'm not sure if I want to make it a series or just like a one-shot. I'm also not sure if anyone is interested in it.

This is just a bit of what I have down for now. Might change it up a bit later. Also please excuse any errors, I haven't really gone through it.

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“You know,” I plopped down on the hotel bed as I held the phone to my ear. A small groan left my lips. “During the time I’ve known you, you never shut up about this brother of yours. When do I get to meet the special man?” I earned a deep chuckle as I could already picture the smile on his face.

“Well, when I see him I’ll let you know.” I could hear the change of tone in his voice. I knew Dean and his brother’s relationship wasn’t on the best terms, especially when his brother had left to go to college. He wanted a normal life, and there is nothing wrong with that except for the fact that it is hard to live a normal life knowing what is out there. “How’d your case go?” A sigh left my lips.

“Not as planned but fuck there was more vampires than I thought.” I had gotten word of a possible vampire situation back in Iowa. Dean offered to come help if I needed it but from what I had gathered it was only two blood suckers. Boy was my intel wrong. When I got there, there were three more than I expected. They did put up one hell of a fight but I did my best withstanding them. Besides being thrown into the wall a few times and getting the wind knocked out of me, I was okay. Just a few bruises that were gonna form and my body just aching.

“I could have been there to help.” I rolled my eyes at his comment. Dean and I had known each other for about three years. We had met on one of his hunts and I was nineteen. At the time my friends had decided that playing with a ouija board was a good idea. They wanted to summon the dead. My father had warned me plenty of times never to mess with those things and yet something within me told me it couldn’t be that bad. Let’s just say Dean saved me and my friends from anything really bad from happening. It was also the day I found out what my dad actually did. Found out that my dad knew Dean and his dad and that they were hunters. It explained a lot, especially since he wasn’t around any more. It also explained why mom was always very cautious of certain things I never fully understood.

“Can’t have you always helping me.” I touched my necklace. “Besides, I’m sure you taught me enough so that I can handle myself.” He let out a scoff.

"I ain't doubting you but I can't imagine it being easy hunting alone for someone who's just starting out." I had to bite my tongue to suppress a laugh. Dean did spend about a year and half having me tag along with him on cases just so I could learn everything I could. During that time I did get my ass handed to me and he also taught me some self defense moves.

"You gonna tell me the reason you called?" I decided it would be best to not start an argument with the man. The line went quiet as I turned to lay on my stomach. I could hear Zed Leppelin playing quietly in the background.

"Who says I didn't call to chat?" I scoffed. I knew Dean better than he cared to admit.

"Dean, don't beat around the bush." He sighed knowing he wasn’t going to be able to lie to me. "You gonna tell me the real reason why you called?"

"Have you seen my dad?" I glanced at the man who was sitting on the chair in the two bed motel. He looked through his journal, not bothering to glance up at me. I clenched my jaw, hating the fact I was about to lie to him.

"No, I haven't seen your old man for about a month now." This caught John's attention as he looked up at me. "Why? Is something wrong?" The frown on my lips grew as he just went back to doing whatever he was working on. As if he wasn’t even bothered by the fact his son was looking for him. I didn’t even know why I was lying to Dean. John didn’t give me much of a reason except for the fact I needed to act like I hadn’t seen him.

"I haven't been able to get a hold of him for a week now." I could hear the concern in his voice and the weight of lying just grew on my chest.

"Do you want to help? I can meet you somewhere and we can look for you old man."

"It's fine Elena. I'm sure he'll call back soon." We both knew that wasn't gonna be the case. If he had gone a week without contact, he wasn’t gonna contact him anytime soon. With that we ended our call and an annoyed sigh left my lips.

"You finally gonna tell me why I just had to lie and why you're here?" I pushed myself up to sit on the edge of the bed. John took a drink of his beer before smiling at me.

"I want your help." A frown settled on my lips as I shook my head. I had worked with John in plenty of cases to know it wasn’t going to be easy.

"Last time you asked for my help, I found out that I was anything but normal, which let's not forget how you almost tried to kill me too." He just let out an amused snort before giving me an apologetic look. It slightly angered me with how easily he brushed off that incident.

"It's all in the past." He got up and walked over to me. "I'm close." He dropped his findings on my lap. "And I think it’s something you can help me with." I clicked my tongue annoyed at the man. Annoyed that he did as he pleased with no proper explanation or even consideration towards others.

"I'll help but just know if Dean calls and needs me,” I gave him a small glare. “I'm gone." I was ready to argue with the man but his response caught me off guard. John nodded as I looked down at the papers in my lap.

"You'll be good for them." Was the last thing he said before allowing me to skim through everything.

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