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Rescue You Chapter 7 : November 11

Dean x reader

Summary : My name is Y/n. I’m the outcast of my witch community. This is the story of how I rescued Dean Winchester, the story of how he saved me.

Serie Warnings : Swearing. Injuries. Smut. Fluff. Angst.

Chapter warning : Fluff of the doom, Smut and of course Swearing.

Words : 3.4k (I broke my own rule again, but... smut.)

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November 11, 4:27am

A sharper turn makes me fall, and my head hits the car window, waking me in a gasp. I fell asleep again…

I really try to stay awake, but this car is so warm and I’m so exhausted… Gently rocked by the vibration of the engine, I rub my eyes to get rid of the veil of sleep.

“Sorry Y/n” says Sam behind the wheel. “I almost missed the road.”

“Are you okay sweetheart ?” Dean asks, his low voice resonating so beautifully in this little space.

I nod and he turns a little to catch my hand like he did when I slept next to him in our cabin. A heavy sigh of relief escapes me the instant his fingers reach me. I grab it and lift it to put a light kiss on it, still a little shy, like I couldn’t believe I’m actually allowed to touch this man. I look for the wounds I took care of for days. Nothing.

When he takes his hand off, I need a second to let go, my sore body begging him to stay close.

“Do you need me to drive Sammy ?” he asks, and his brother tells him he’s good.

So he opens his belt and gets up the best he can in the car.

“What are you doing ?” Sam shouts.

“Shut up and drive” Dean grunts, stepping over the seat to join me on the back.

He’s too tall and almost falls, but catches himself heavily on the seat, his huge frame threatening to crush me.

He manages to sit, and offers me a wide smile. My heart melts, I have no words to express my love for him, and despite the screams in my head, peace finally wraps me.

“Hey” he cups my face. “Those bruises and burns, Cas is going to heal them, like he healed me.”

I close my eyes while he puts a cautious kiss on my bruised jaw. I can’t believe how tender he is. I was used to my Dean -the hurt, weak one- to be tender, but the Dean sitting next to me right now… It’s like my wounded wolf had gone back to be the dangerous alpha of the pack, and still treated me like he did. He impresses me, he fascinates me, I adore him beyond words.

“I couldn’t heal you so good…” I whisper with a hint of sadness.

“You’re braver than any angel” he whispers.

His nose grazes my cheek and he bends a little to make our lips meet, not really kissing me at first, just touching my mouth.

“You scared me so much” he whispers with a suddenly sad look. “It never ends well in my life and… When you left me in that car… I thought I had lost you already. I couldn’t even scream, I couldn’t move... Don’t ever do that again.”

“I’m sorry…” I sigh. “I won’t leave you again, unless you want me too.”

He smiles and brushes my lips with his.

“Why would I want that ?” he smiles against me.

“I love you” I state shyly, shaking like the first time, looking down to see his mouth through the darkness of the night.

He kisses me, not eagerly, not hungrily, but like he needed me to feel safe, like he needed to be close to me, as we always were in that cabin. We were used to be just the two of us and I wonder how he can ignore his brother that much right now, like he didn’t care.

I catch a glimpse of Sam’s astounded face in the rear-view mirror, the lines of his lips forming a discreet smile on the corners; but I quickly look away.

Pecking my lover’s lips a few times, I finally wrap my arms around him and without even realizing it, start to cry, still shaken by all that happened these last few days. His now very strong arms circle me, his forearms crossing on my back, allowing both his huge hands to grab my shoulders. His grip is so firm, I feel like I could let my body go totally, he would still hold me.

“I’m sorry…” I apologize in his neck, my tears falling on him.

“You have nothing to be sorry for” he states. “You did literally everything you could. And you saved me…”

I squeeze him harder and suddenly stop, afraid that I could hurt him, like I used to worry.

“Oh… Dean, sorry…” I mumble. “Are you…”

“I’m healed” he cuts me, lifting his shirt to show me his stomach.

I can’t believe it, there is nothing there…

With hesitant fingers, I touch the skin where his wound was, a cut so deep, so many stiches… Nothing. He bends to catch his jeans and lifts it on his splint leg to show me everything is gone, I let out a smiling sob, and run my hand on his hairy leg.

“I’m stronger baby” he says, the shadow of seriousness darkening his face all of sudden. “I’m the one protecting you now, no one is laying a magic finger on you, okay ?”

I snuggle next to him and rest my head on his shoulder, my hand under his shirt, stroking the soft skin in the place where there was blood and scab.

“What is that dress ?” he smiles when I put my feet on the seat, resting my knees on his thighs.

His hand shyly touches the cold skin of my scratched knee.

“My prom dress” I whisper. “And the dress of my own mourning, the exec… execution dress…”

“I can’t wait to see you in comfy clothes of life then” he states, kissing my forehead. “Sleep a bit, we’re taking you home…” Then his lips come closer to my ear and the last thing I hear before I drift peacefully this time is a whisper : “I love you.”

November 11, 6:41am

I frown when an intense light pierce my eyelids. Hiding my face against Dean I whine.

“Hey Y/n, wake up, we’re home” Dean’s voice calls me through the fog of my confused dreams.

I take a deep inhale of his smell to give me courage and open my eyes, the artificial light burning my pupils at first.

I look around and my sleepy eyes widen : we’re in a garage, a huge one, with a lot of cars. I realize now that I never asked how their home was like, I guess I just imagined it humble and hidden, like another cabin in the wood maybe or, a farm. But this garage… it looks like the batcave, except there is no modern gadget, only vintage cars.

“Wh- Where are we ?” I mutter.

“This is the bunker’s garage” Dean says grunting when he finally gets up, stretching his legs. “We live in a bunker, long story. I’ll tell you everything later.”

He offers me his hand and I step out of Sam’s car, exploring the place with my eyes. Not letting my fingers go, he shakes his head with a groan and Sam seem to understand what he means.

“We will get her back” he assures Dean.

“My baby…” Dean pouts and for a second, I’m a little concern.

“The car you found Dean in…” Sam tells me. “Is Dean’s most important treasure… besides… you, I guess” he winks at me.

“If those bitches touch my car, I swear…” my love says and I can feel his palm actually crush mine involuntary.

“It’s out of the sacred ground” I say. “In crisis, no one is supposed to go out of the sacred ground. So… I guess they won’t touch your car… I hope.”

He offers me a tender smile and leads me to the door.

After a few stairs, Sam opens a door and my breath got stuck in my throat.

This place is incredible, I almost can’t see the ceiling, a huge table with a map presides in the middle, and I can see other rooms even bigger. There is something a little old about this place, but also very majestic and quiet. My eyes try to register everything, I have never seen anything so beautiful. It’s like entering a secret world.

I stumble because I’m staring at the ceiling and the stairs, but catch myself on Dean’s jacket.

“Hey…” he says putting his hand on my back.

“This place is…”

“I know. It’s our home, welcome” he smiles.

Sam turns on us and frown.

“We need to call Rowena and ask Cas what he found about the town…” he states. “Y/n, you have to tell me everything you know so I can understand…”

“Sammy” Dean cuts him. “Y/n is exhausted and went through a lot… What do you say we give her a few hours…You call Rowena, I take Y/n to the bathroom and let her sleep a bit, okay ?”

I look up at him and tears almost escape my eyes. Is that possible that such a man exists ? Sam nods and sighs.

“Y/n…” he says. “You rest a little, no witch can find this place.”

November 11, 7:28am

Dean showed me the bunker, explaining how they got it and how it works ; now I’m even more impressed.

“Hey, what do you say we take a hot shower” he smiles.

I can’t help but hum at the thought.

“I won’t need help for once” he states proudly, opening the bathroom door.

Even the bathroom is impressive but I don’t get much time to look around because Dean opens the zipper of my dress.

“I have no other clothes…” I sigh.

“We will get you knew ones” he murmurs from behind, pushing the dress off my shoulders slowly with a little kiss on my skin.

“I have no money, I don’t even have my ID card or anything” I start to stress.

“You don’t need money for now” he lets the dress fall on my feet and wraps his arms around my bare chest. “And the rest, we will get it back, I promise.”

He kisses my neck and I let my head back for it to rest on his shoulders.

“Dean ?” I ask while he nuzzles on my neck.

“Yeah ?”

I turn around in his arms and bite my lip shyly, pushing his flannel off his shoulders. I’m aware that he never saw me naked, and I can feel my cheeks burning.

“Can I undress you ? I miss taking care of you…” I ask low.

He gives me his most radiant smile and lets go of me, his arms falling on each side of his body. I can feel his eyes on me, on my chest and on my stomach, I start to shake a little. Maybe he’s disappointed, maybe he doesn’t like my body so much, we only made love once after all.

“You’re beautiful” he whispers and his hand come to my right breast cautiously.

I shiver and struggle to take his t-shirt off but he helps me with his other hand.

Everything is fixed. No wound, no scratch, the tattoo is intact and his skin is soft… I run my hand on him and a single tear falls on my face. Closing my eyes, I come closer and take him in my arms, crushing my chest on his in a sigh.

I know his body by heart. Every freckle and every mole, each line, each curve ; every reaction and contraction of his muscles… And the suffering that was so ubiquitous on him disappeared completely. He doesn’t move, free of shyness, when I take his pants and boxers down ; he just doesn’t have anything to hide.

What I know less about his body is that strength and confidence, that way he walks, that way he stands. The relaxed look on his face. I was used to hear whines and groans of pain, but that relieved moan when the hot spray coats him of deliciously hot water… I never heard that.

I get wet just watching him. So when his large and powerful hands devour my body with that delicious foam, when his thumb stroke my nipples while going up to my throat, when his half hard cock twitches at the sound of the moan that just escapes me… I start rubbing my tights on each other.

He smiles in a kiss he puts on my mouth.

“Is that need ?” he grins.

“I’m sorry…” I whisper looking down, but his cock twitches again.

“Don’t be…”

His mouth reaches my jaw, his hands are everywhere. They go down my ass and front, teasing my inner thighs and folds just a little. I gasp.

“I wanted you…” he moans. “I could barely move and I wanted you…”

“Dean…” I grab his shoulder and kiss him.

“You’ve seen me in the worst circumstances and still wanted me… Why ?” his hands caress my folds and his middle finger slips between them, teasing my clit.

“I just…” I pant. “I love you… ah…”

“Loving me is not a good idea baby…” his finger teases my entrance but never gives me what I crave for. “It’s dangerous…”

“It’s the safer I can get” I sigh, rolling my hips a little. “You know where I come from…”

Suddenly, he takes his hand away and kisses me softly.

“Let’s get out, you need to go to bed” he states, rinsing his hair.

“No… Dean…” I plead him, running my hands on his chest and shoulder. “I want you.”

He doesn’t answer and when I send my fingers down a bit, brushing next to his navel, almost reaching the curly hair above his cock, he steps out of the shower.

“Dean…” I whine and he smiles biting his lips, the adorable wrinkles of his eyes appearing to taunt me.

“Come here” he orders putting a towel around his waist.

I walk toward him and sigh in frustration. I need him, really bad, each cell of my body calls him but he welcomes me with a towel, wrapping me in it. He rubs my body firmly, drying my skin vigorously like he did for him, and I cling to him not to lose balance.

When I enter his room, two things scream in me : the amazing feeling of him letting me here, where his smell is everywhere, in the only room he had in ages, from what he told me ; and the coldness of it. Weapons as the only decorations on the walls, this is a soldier room and it breaks my heart a little.

Before I find the words I need to tell him how thankful I am to be invited here, he tugs on my towel, making it fall on the ground. His forehead lays on mine and his arms wrap me.

“Do you still want me baby ?” he whispers and I take him in my arms too, by the neck, as if we were dancing.

“Always” I state, arching my back to be even closer to him.

“I never brought a woman here…” he kisses me. “The bunker is a secret place…”

Saying that, he lets his hands roam my body, until he’s cupping my ass. Through his towel, I can feel his cock hardening slowly and my heart races at the thought of him wanting me.

“Dean…” I whine without realizing it.

“Let me take care of you” he whispers before he kisses me, this time a little eagerly.

He walks back, never leaving my mouth, until his legs hit the bed and he sits. Before I straddle him, I open his towel and bite my lips, running my hands on his waist and broad shoulders.

Our kisses are never ending. Our entire bodies move : hands on his hair, on his chest, hips rolling… But our mouths, they know their places ; until he starts kissing my jaw and my throat, making me lift my chin.

“You’re delicious baby…” he says licking a line on my pulse point.

He suddenly escapes me, moving to lay on the bed, entirely naked, with still no ounce of coyness. Craving, I climb the bed on all four and come back to him, this time sitting on his crotch.

“Oh fuck” he mutters, catching my lips with his teeth.

With a cheeky smile I didn’t know I had in me, I grab his cock and suck a hickey on his now intact skin.

“Y/n” he moans, grabbing the sheets when I start pumping a little. “Wait…”

I don’t listen to him, and feel my juice dripping on my hand around his length.

“Oh fuck…” he whines. “Wait…”

When I start to lower my hips to line with him, his strong hands grab my waist, preventing me from sinking on him.

“Dean…” I whine, taking balance on his chest. “Why… I need you…”

“I know baby” he smiles.

And with a fast and sharp movement, he tugs at my thighs, until I’m keeling above his face.

“Wh- !” I gasp, looking at him under me with a sudden awkwardness.

No man ever did this to me, Aiden went down on me once or twice under the blanket, but this… I’m both shaking with embarrassment and dripping in anticipation. When a drop of my juice falls on his chin, my eyes widen.

“I’m so…” I start but his powerful arms catch my thighs firmly and force me to lower my hips. “AH ! JESUS ! FUCK !” I cry out when his plumb lips suck on me.

“D-Dean… This…”

But his tongue joins his perfect mouth and I start panting. I look up, unable to stare back at him for now. He finds my clit, circling it with tongue and lips, humming, and I put my two hands on the wall, letting sweat marks on the grey paint.

“Dean… Oh… Jeez… Dean… Dean…” I moan out of breath.

I need more and my hips start to move a little, despite my efforts to stay still and not too close. But when I finally look down, and meet his lust full eyes, something snaps in me.

Shaking like crazy, I sit on him and let go of the wall with one hand to grab his hair. He’s sweating and moaning, his mouth open, his tongue flat just caressing me a little while I desperately grind to him. I never thought I would have done something like that, but Dean… There is no complex or restraint with him. It’s just us. It’s just love.

His right hand disappears from my thigh but I don’t need it anymore to stay on his face. I guess he touches himself because his eyes roll for a second, and I can feel him moving a little. I would love to see him, but I’m drowning in an intense pleasure.

When my back arches, my clit touches his nose and I cry out, scratching his scalp.

“Fuck…” I whine out loud but the second whine doesn’t come out, my breath stuck in my lungs.

The bomb in me explodes and I see stars. My body convulses and my head falls loudly against the wall. I can hear the pathetic whimpers coming out of my mouth and feel my juice soaking my thighs.

After a few seconds, minutes maybe, I finally look down. Dean’s eyes are closed, and he’s breathing very deeply against me. He puts a light kiss on my over sensible entrance and I push on my thighs to put both my knees on the same side of his head.

“You hurt your head…” he whispers lazily with his eyes still shut.

“I’m okay…” I state, turning my head to see him.

His hand is still around his cock and cum spattered his stomach. The vision makes me moan again.

I bend to kiss him and wipe his face.

“Dean ?” I call with another kiss to make him open his eyes.

“That’s was not my plan” he smiles still out of breath. “It wasn’t supposed to make me come… I wanted to…”

I sit next to him like I have done a hundred times, only now, he’s not hurt. I run my finger on his chest and go down to touch his cum from the tip of my fingers. When I bring my index to my mouth, he groans. I taste him with a hint of pride, even if that can seem weird…

A knock on the door. We ignore it, I’m too caught on my insane love for Dean, and he’s sitting to kiss me with passion.

“Dean ! Y/n !” Sam calls through the door. “A witch called me, Miss Griffin…”

My heart stops at the evocation of her name, Dean frowns.

“They told me Aiden is not dead and if Y/n doesn’t surrender, they will kill him, her mother and sister… I’m sorry… You… You have to come now.”

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