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mind-empty-just-fictional-people · 3 months

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summary: dean searches your room when you’re missing, and the love letters he finds break his heart

pairing: dean winchester x female reader

rating: R for language

word count: 1.9k (1.5k excluding poems)

warnings: reader goes/is missing, language,

author’s note: please don’t make fun of my “poetry”, i know it’s not good that’s why i don't write poems lol

“Hey Dean, I’m working a case near Wichita so I’ll probably be back home by the end of the week. See you soon, bye.”

“That’s the last I heard from her,” Dean told his brother after playing him the message you left. “It’s been over a week, I’m gettin’ worried here!”

“Do you know what kinda case she was working?” Sam asked, Dean shook his head. “Okay, well I’m sure she’s fine, Dean. Let’s call the hospitals around where she is and ask if she’s there.”

“You do that, I’m gonna head to Wichita,” Dean replied.

“I think we should call the hospitals first, Dean. She said she was near Wichita, she could be anywhere from here to there!”

Dean sighed but agreed with Sam’s plan.

The boys had no luck with any of the hospitals so they decided to head over to Wichita and look for you. They searched for a few days before heading back to the bunker, hoping you might be there waiting for them. You weren’t, of course, and that only made their worry grow.

You’d been missing for nearly two weeks!

Dean thought there might be some kind of clue in your room and decided that searching it was next on his to-do list. Though he knew he was grasping at straws, he did it anyway.

Opening the door to your room, he smiled at the poster near your bed. It was the one he’d gotten you for Christmas last year. It was a kind of gag gift—it was his favorite band. (His real gift had been much more thoughtful.)

He began his search at your desk, digging through the mess of papers splayed out on the wood surface. His brows furrowed when he found one paper in particular. It looked like… a love poem?

The way your hair looks in the morning

The way your laugh adds life to moments boring

The way your breath hits my neck when you’re standing just behind me

Reaching over to grab something off the table

A lore book, of all things to be

And the way your eyes light up when you look into mine

I swear I almost see a hint of love

Behind those piercing starlights

Your lips on mine is what I need

Did you hear me?

I said kiss me, you fool!

We’ve not got much time

In this line of life

And I need you at my side.

Dean didn’t know if the poem would be considered “good” in the public eye, but he knew it made his heart clench. You were in love? But… with whom?

To him, the words were beautiful, and the thought that you wrote them about someone else broke his fucking heart. He knew there were no clues to your whereabouts in the next poem, but of course, he read it anyway.

I think of you when I drive and spot a classic car

I think of you when I eat a cheeseburger

And I’ll turn it upside down when I’m missing you

I think of you when I hear a Zepplin song

And I turn the music up when I’m not with you

I think of you when I see anyone wear flannel

Or a leather jacket that’s clearly a size or two too big

And I love to think of you

It just makes sense to me

I love to picture you beside me

At night when I can’t sleep

Or when I get scared of what I’m facing

I think of what you would do

Day or night

Night, day, or noon

I always think of you

Whoever this mystery person was, they were fucking lucky. Dean had never felt so jealous in his entire life. He always thought you two had a “will they won’t they” side to your relationship but at that moment he realized it was completely one-sided. The fun, flirty side to all your late-night conversations had just been friendly. Two friends playfully talking as if they both wanted to be more.

Of course Dean wanted to be more. Of course he knew he wanted to be with you. But now? Now he knew he’d either missed his chance or he simply never had one.

You were in love with someone that wasn’t him. And the love you’d been writing about wasn’t the kind someone gets over. It’s the kind that sticks—for life. The kind that people write songs about, the kind that people fight wars over, and the kind that makes people go crazy in the best way.

He knew he’d found that love when he first fell for you, but it turned out you had found that love in someone else.

“Anything?” Sam asked, walking into your room.

“Uhm,” Dean cleared his throat, hoping his eyes didn’t look as cloudy as they felt. “No, nothing important. Just some love letters or something.”

Sam furrowed his brows and picked up one of the poems off the desk, one that Dean had not read yet. As the taller Winchester read what you wrote his eyes grew wide, practically popping out of his head as his mouth fell open.

“Oh my fucking god!” Sam exclaimed. “Y/n’s in love with you?” He looked at his older brother in shock.

“Me? No, these poems are about whoever she’s been seeing recently, they aren’t about me. We’re just friends.”

“You haven’t read this one yet, have you?” Sam asked with a small smile before handing it over.

You asked me today; “what’s your favorite color?”

And I just shrugged; “I don’t know, blue?”

Cause how could I have said the truth?

The color I love most in the world

The color that brings me nothing but joy

In this sad, awful little life

Is the green and hazel of your eyes

The emerald diamonds that shine

When you look into the sun

The soft hazel that looks over at me

When we’re reading in the library

How can I tell you all of this

When the question is so simple and plain

How do I go into such specific detail

About the color I’m in love with

Without freaking you out

Or scaring you away

Or making you laugh at me

Because I know your favorite color

And I know it’s not the color of my eyes

“You…You think this is really about me?” Dean asked his little brother, hoping Sam was right.

“Dean in all my life I have never seen anyone but you eat a burger bun-side-down,” Sam chuckled a little having read one of the poems Dean had read earlier.

“Oh my god.” Dean furrowed his brows, looking back down at the paper in his hands. “We’ve gotta find her, Sammy, I gotta tell her!”

“Tell her that you went through her stuff while she was gone? Don’t think that’s the best idea.”

“No! Tell her I’m in love with her! Tell her that the color of her eyes is my favorite fucking color too! And every time her favorite band comes on the radio I turn it up, and every time I see a woman wearing her type of clothes I think about her. Tell her that all I do every waking moment of every day is wish I was with her, wish I was holding her in my arms so I could never let go.”

“I think you just told her.” Sam smiled, nodding to where you now stood at your door. Dean turned around quickly. Tears of joy stung your eyes as you looked at him and smiled.

“You love me?” you asked.

“More than anything,” Dean admitted as he hurried to you. He wrapped you in a tight hug, kissing your temple quickly before he tucked your head under his chin. “I’m so glad you’re okay!”

“I’m sorry I didn’t call, it’s a long story,” you mumbled. “When vampires ban together with twisted humans, they’re a lot harder to kill.”

“We were really worried about you,” Dean admitted. “Like…fucking terrified.”

“Is that why you decided to dig through my personal shit?” you asked. You were one hundred percent kidding, but Dean was still nervous.

“Yeah…sorry,” Sam cringe-clenched his teeth, “it was my fault.”

You and Dean pulled back from the hug, but you took his hand in yours as you narrowed your gaze at the younger hunter.

“I know your tell, Sammy,” you said. “But it’s sweet that you’re trying to cover for Dean.”

“Yep, all Dean’s fault,” Sam admitted before heading for the door, giving his brother a pat on the shoulder on his way out. “Good luck.”

“Look, I didn’t mean to invade your privacy, I swear,” Dean told you quickly. “I was looking for something that might tell me where the hell you were.”

“How many did you read?” you asked.

“Three,” Dean sighed, still thinking you were pissed at him.

“So…you know, then? That I’m hopelessly in love with you? And you think I’d be mad at you for looking through my stuff?”

“I mean, I know you value your privacy.”

“Dean,” you started, putting a hand on his cheek and turning his face to look down at you, “would you please just fuckin’ kiss me already?”

He seemed almost surprised by your question but he quickly smiled as he bent down and kissed you. His one hand stayed clasped in yours while his other went to your waist and then trailed to your lower back. The hand you had on his cheek went to the upper back of his neck so you could tangle your fingers in his hair. The smiles on both of your faces only grew before you both pulled away.

“Wow, I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” Dean mumbled before he let out a short, breathy laugh.

“Me too,” you replied.

You’d been back home for a few days now and you had explained the whole missing situation to the brothers. You told them how the simple vampire hunt turned sour quickly when you realized the small-town’s sheriff was in on it and helped the vamps with making humans just disappear. They’d made you as a hunter instantly and held you hostage for a few days before you killed your way out.

Dean never left your side so when he saw a new poem on your desk his brows furrowed. Curiosity got the better of him as he sat down to read it.

My god aren't I lucky

Now that you're holding me at night

And that first time we kissed in the doorway

I could’ve sworn I was kissing pure sunshine

When your lips hit mine it was better

Then I could’ve ever imagined

And the love poems I've written became

Manifested words of affirmation

The butterflies in my stomach fluttered

And the blood rushed to my head

Think I could stay like this forever

Won't overthink it, I’ll just go and kiss you instead

“Well, well, well.” You came up behind him, and put your hands on his shoulders before you trailed them down and clasped them together over his chest, leaning your chin on his shoulder and kissing his cheek. “Look who’s digging through my shit again.” You smiled against his skin. He turned his head and placed a deep kiss on your lips.

“I’m not even sorry this time, because I think this might be the best thing I’ve ever read.”

“I love you,” you said and kissed him again.

“I love you so fuckin’ much,” he mumbled back.

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johnconstantinesdick · 6 months

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It's been a week since @lost-words-exchange creator reveals, so here's my contribution! I think I'm the funniest person alive for this.

AO3 link

[ID: 1; A drawing of Dean Lorden, Simon Lorden, and October Daye. Simon is in the middle with his arms around Dean on the left and Toby on the right. Dean is dark-haired with brown skin. He's wearing a flannel and a t-shirt that reads "my step-dad turned me into a tree and all I got was this stupid shirt". Simon is red-haired, pale, and freckled, and is wearing a t-shirt that reads "I'm not the step-dad, I'm the dad who can't stop magically transforming his kids oh god oh fu". Toby has brown hair and pale skin and is wearing a leather jacket and a t-shirt that reads, "My step-dad turned me into a fish and all I got was this stupid shirt". They are all grinning, and their names are signed at the bottom as if it were a photograph.

2; A black t-shirt with the white text "My step-dad turned me into a tree and all I got was this stupid shirt". There are two tridents pointing to "My" and two trees on either side of "a tree".

3; A black t-shirt with the white text "I'm not the step-dad, I'm the dad who can't stop magically transforming his kids. oh god oh fu". There are sparkles on either side of "magically".

4; A black t-shirt with the white text "My step-dad turned me into a fish and all I got was this stupid shirt". There are two daggers pointing to "my", and two koi fish on either side of "a fish".

5; A black t-shirt with the white text "Starting to feel left out of the magically transformed my my dad club TBH". There are sparkles on either side of "magically". End ID]

#october daye #toby daye #simon lorden #simon torquill #dean lorden #art #fanart #image description #eli rambles

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dean-winchester-is-a-warrior · 8 months

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Home

Summary: Dean comes home.

Warnings: None. Major fluff. Angst if you squint.

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Y/N (Robbie and Sadie - OFCs)

Word Count: 937

A/N: The lovely @deanswaywardgirl requested a fluffy fic using the moment from the gif above. I loved the idea of giving our boy a happy home, so this came into my mind. It took me way too long to come up with this simple fluffy drabble, my dear. But I hope you enjoy!

The beautiful dividers below and at the bottom were created by @talesmaniac89

Dean stepped quietly into the dark house, closing the back door as softly as possible. He slid the deadbolt home and then set down the big green duffel bag that was slung over his shoulder. He breathed deeply, drawing in the scents of lemon cleaner, crayons, and roast chicken that permeated the kitchen.

He was home.

The only light in the room came from the soft bulb shining above the sink, spilling out of the window and falling across the grass in the backyard. Y/N left it on any time he was gone on a hunt. She told him to use it like a lighthouse, to follow its signal back to the safe harbor of their home.

It always worked because he thought of that light every time he was away. He’d never told Y/N this because he didn’t want to scare her, but there had been a few times, when the monster had him nearly beaten, that the memory of that light had truly saved him. The thought of it shining for him, and of the people on the other side of it, waiting for him to come home, gave him the strength to push himself one more step and win the battle.

He flipped the switch, turning off the lighthouse now that he was safely docked, and stepped quietly through the kitchen. He bounded soundlessly up the stairs, shedding his jacket and thick flannel on the way, and tossing them over the banister.

Once upstairs, he reached Robbie’s room first and opened the door; he was glad he’d fixed the squeak in the hinge before he left last time. It swung open quietly and he looked across the room to where his son slept, his thin back rising and falling in a quiet rhythm.

Dean passed his gaze over the room, his hunter’s eyes seeking anything out of place or suspicious. When he was satisfied that all was well in the room with the baseball wallpaper, he closed the door over again and continued down the hall to Sadie’s room, walking inside to peer into her crib and watch her tiny chest rise and fall.

He was home in time for her first birthday in two days, and he was determined that no matter what catastrophes the world tried to dish up for them, he would be there at the party, wearing a stupid clown party hat, and overdosing on cake and ice cream.

As he looked at her, he couldn’t resist smoothing one of his too rough fingers across her satin-soft, chubby cheek. She stirred slightly and grabbed hold of his finger, gripping it tightly in her sleep. Dean happily stood like that for nearly ten minutes, marveling over her, and refusing to take his hand away from where she clutched it.

Finally she let go and rolled over and Dean smoothed back her baby curls from her forehead and left the room before he was tempted to wake her up just so he could see her four-tooth smile.

He wandered across the hall to his and Y/N’s bedroom and walked as quietly as possible through the door, avoiding the floorboard that always squeaked. All he could see of Y/N was one shapely leg sticking out of the thick duvet that covered their bed. Otherwise the massive King size bed swallowed her up.

She always said the bed felt far too big and empty when he was gone, and he believed her. Every bed without her in it felt hard, cold, and empty. He shucked off his boots and pants, and tugged his t-shirt over his head, leaving him in just his dark blue boxer briefs. He tried as hard as possible not to shift the bed as he got in, but he knew it would be in vain.

Y/N also slept very lightly when he wasn’t beside her.

“Dean?” She mumbled, mostly still asleep, as he stretched out beside her.

“Yeah, sweetheart, it’s just me.”

“Mmmmm…” Y/N moaned softly as she cuddled close to him, and curled her arm around his waist, laying her head on his chest and pressing a kiss there. “You’re home.” She said on a sigh.

“I’m home.” He confirmed as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and held her tight against him.

She looked up at him with a sleepy face and a crooked smile. “I missed you.”

Dean nodded. “Me too, baby, me too.” He bent his head so he could kiss her lips gently. “Go back to sleep.”

She shook her head. “How was the hunt?”

Dean shrugged softly beneath her. “Went okay. Didn’t lose anyone else, and we got the shifter. So we can’t ask for more than that.” He squeezed her again. “But man, I’m glad I'm home.”

Y/N nodded. “Me too.” She agreed, as she snuggled herself deeper into his side, and laid her head back down on his chest. Very quickly Dean heard her breathing even out into deep breaths and knew she was asleep again.

As he felt his eyelids get heavy, he breathed in the peace that always came when he walked back through his door and felt the presence of his family envelope him. The calm that flowed through him as he watched them, knowing they were safe, knowing they were healthy and whole, was a sublime kind of gift, one he never wanted to take for granted.

As the tap dripped softly in their bathroom, his mind floated into oblivion, and he brought his contentment with him into a night of sweet dreams, and peaceful quiet.

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deans-queen · 4 months

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“Cry For Me 🖤💋”

Inspired by the song: Cry For Me by Camilla Cabello

Characters: Dean Winchester and Reader (Y/N) → mostly Reader’s P.O.V.

Plot: Reader (Y/N) used to date Dean in the past and it's been over a year since they broke up. One night while at a bar, she sees Dean with another girl. Then he shows up at her apartment the next day knowing she saw him. Will they rekindle their love for each other?

Warnings: SMUT, p in v (wrap it up kids), language, alcohol. [You guys get the jist right??]

Red parts = song lyrics

Reader’s P.O.V

This year has been nothing but shitty.

Between going through a breakup and losing my job….it was enough to make me have a mental breakdown.

I’ve been doing my best to keep it together, and distance myself. So that’s why I'm sitting here, at a bar by myself on a Saturday night. Real pathetic right?

I ordered a drink (Y/N’s drink of choice) and casually sipped on it slowly.

As I sat at the bar, I looked around at everyone here.

A few people were by themselves, others were coupled up, and others were in groups. They were talking, laughing, and just enjoying each others’ company.

A few of my friends wanted to join me tonight but I rejected the idea.

I’ve been going through a funk lately and just wanted to be alone.

And honestly, I’ve been so used to being alone it doesn't really phase me.

I took another sip of my drink and out of the corner of my eye I saw him.

Dean Winchester - the guy I used to date.

He was wearing a dark leather jacket, with a flannel and t-shirt underneath along with some jeans and his brown boots.

And he wasn’t alone either…standing next to him was some blonde bimbo with fake boobs.

“Wonder where he picked up this one….” I said to myself rolling my eyes.

Who am I kidding, probably a strip club!

She was definitely dressed like a slut too…it was pretty disturbing. Her tube top was so small it covered half of her boobs and her skirt looked like it was made for a Barbie doll.

How disgusting…

As they approached a table, Dean pulled out the chair for her. I couldn't help but think about how he used to do that with me.

She should be thanking me for teaching him all that…

You’re so good to her it’s vicious

Yeah she should be thanking me

Oh, who’s gonna touch you like me?

Yeah, tell me, who?

Who could make you forget about me?

I downed the rest of my drink, then paid the bartender.

I needed to get out of here, I can’t be near him…

I got up, grabbed my purse, and made my way towards the exit.

I glanced over at them and they were holding hands and she was whispering something in his ear.

Then all of a sudden his eyes were on me…(gif below)

I looked back even though I shouldn’t have, but I couldn't help myself.

Damn him and those green eyes….they were so beautiful.

I looked away from him and headed out the door, and ran into my car.

I started to shed a tear, I can’t believe after a year he could move on so quickly.

What a jerk…

When I said I hope you’re happy, didn’t mean it

Never thought you’d be so good at moving on

The Next Day

It was early in the morning and I woke up to a loud knock at the door.

“Ugh….” I groaned, half asleep

Knock knock

I finally got out of bed, and dragged my feet to the door of my apartment.

Who the hell could it be this early in the morning??

I opened the door and to my surprise it was him…It was Dean.

I thought I was delusional until he said my name.

“Y/N?” he said with a soft husky voice

“Dean?? What the hell are you doing here?” I said, crossing my arms

“Look, I saw you last night…at the bar. And I just wanted to -“

I quickly interrupted him.

"Yeah, I know.” I said sarcastically. “I saw you too, surprised you don't have that slut hanging on your arm right now." I rolled my eyes at him, beginning to walk away.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Dean said while following me inside, shutting the door.

“It means that you would think after a year of being apart you wouldn’t have moved on so quickly. I mean did our relationship not mean anything to you Dean? Cause it sure as hell meant something to me.”

“It did mean something to me!” He shouted at me

“Then why did you leave Dean?! How the hell could you just walk away from what we had!?”

He stood quiet for a minute.

“Well??” I said, raising an eyebrow.

“Dammit, I was trying to keep you safe (Y/N) ! I didn't want to drag you into this crappy life! The life of a hunter is not easy! I’ve lost a lot of people because of it.”

He walked toward me, his green eyes were soft and full of empathy.

“I…didn’t want to lose you too.”

I sighed.

“So all that time…you were pushing me away just to keep me safe?” I said softly.

My (Y/EC) looked into his emerald green eyes. I could tell he was being sincere.

Instead of answering me, he put his strong hand on my waist and pulled me against his strong body. I missed the way his body felt against mine, the feeling of his warm flesh made me moist on my panties.

He leaned his face towards me and pressed his lips softly against mine.

I was taken back at first, but I grabbed his face and pushed his lips back on mine.

His hands were twisted in my hair, probably gonna leave knots but I didn’t care.

I missed him so damn much, I wanted to enjoy this moment.

(Credit to whoever made this GIF cause HOT DAMN 🥵)

We made our way back to my room, shedding off each others clothes and leaving them scattered on the floor.

He laid me down on the bed and crawled his way on top of me. He kissed my lips, then my cheek, and made his way to my jaw and down my neck

“Mmmmm….Dean. Please…I want you.” I moaned softly

“I know baby I know…I want you too.” He said as he faced me. “I’ve wanted you back since the day I walked away. And I swear to God I will never make that mistake again.”

I smiled at him.

“Then fuck me please.” I said looking into his eyes.

He wasted no time lining up with my entrance and putting himself inside me.

“Oh fuck….you feel so good Dean.” I said breathlessly

“I always knew your pussy fit just right for me.” He smirked.

He thrusted in me faster and faster, I sat up a little bit and put his forehead against mine.

I gripped one hand in his hair and the other along his back, digging my nails into his skin.

“God baby, i missed this so much. I'm so close. Are you close for me?” He said

“Yes, Dean. I wanna come for you!”

“Come in me, I wanna feel your juices on me.”

“Ahhhhhhh fuck.” I screamed….as I let go and let my orgasm release.

We both looked at each other and breathed heavily.

He pulled out of me and laid down beside me, and I cuddled in his arms.

“So what does this mean for us now, Dean?”

“Well, I guess it means we’re back together.”

“Is that what you want?” I said looking in his eyes

“Yes, Y/N it is. I missed you. I missed us. That’s why I came back. You’re a strong girl. I know you can take care of yourself.”

“Yes Dean, I’ll get back with you”

I said smiling, and I leaned forward and kissed him again.

And now it was time for round two.

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according2thelore · 3 months

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watching season 1 of gilmore girls is just an exercise in gut-wrenching angst when you live with the knowledge that jarpad was 18 when it premiered. like, that's the face of the kid that john winchester told to stay gone for good if he left. that's dean's baby brother. that's the kid who's about to be alone for the first time in his actual life (bar some very specific small blips along the way). i'm cry 😭 thank you to the wb for this gift that we must bear like a thousand-pound cross

LITERALLY

like this sammy??? this sammy right here????

this kid steals dean's flannels even though they don't reach his wrists because they're "more comfortable." he can't keep a pair of pants longer than six months because he grows like a goddamn weed.

this is his big brother's leather jacket!! dean stole it from a surplus store in kentucky and sam wears it everywhere!!!! you cannot tell me otherwise!! they steal it back and forth all the time, but dean doesn't actually want it back bc sam wearing his leather jacket makes him sweat in weird places, which is totally unrelated, okay?

this kid has dreams!!! he writes everything down in composition notebooks stained at the corners with dried, rusty blood from a werewolf four states and five schools ago.

he's been storing his money from pool hustling in the canvas lining of the duffle bag that holds all of his possessions.

this little guy????

the people they save cling to sam like fucking vines, white-knuckled fingers in his sweatshirts because if someone this bright, this innocent, can survive this, they can, too. nothing bad can possibly happen to this kid, because the older one is snarling and spitting and chewing through bone.

because this is just a kid!!!!!! and this kid should be saved, not saving. he's got a pimple on his jaw that's been there for months, and he sweats through almost every shirt he puts on.

LIKE THIS FELLA RIGHT HERE??????

this kid keeps wiping angry tears out of his eyes because no one in this family cares if he's happy, as long as he's here. sam's got money in his bag, and dean won't look him in the eye, and dad is telling him to get the fuck out.

he's telling him that he might as well not even be a part of this fucking family, if he's not going to fight for it. like sam hasn't lost litres of blood for this family, like he wasn't weaned on sweat and stale coca-cola and what adrenaline tastes like when it's the only thing keeping you conscious.

this kid is too big to fit into a queen w dean but goddamnit he's going to, anyway, lazy long limbs splayed on a couch while they watch a re-run on a spotty, fuzzing tv in skin-melting, stifling motel rooms.

having access to video footage of J2 at pre-series ages makes me howl at the moon. because!!!!! like!!!!!! these kids were CHILDREN!!!!!!

anyway. you get it, anon. you know the vision.

dean winchester and i see each other: i would also want to pinch his cheeks and tuck him under my arm and ruffle his hair and buy him milkshakes and new sneakers and cut his silly bangs.

-lizzy

#these anons are kicking me in the ribs while i'm down #and i am so grateful <3 #ask box #kissing each anon on their forehead #lizzy writes #kinda?#samdean #also kinda #lizzy answers

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deansmom · 11 months

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Everytime I point out that Dean Winchester is autistic, people get mad or look at me like I’ve spontaneously grown a second head, as if this man’s existence isn’t just checking off boxes for the diagnostic criteria

Special interests: westerns, cars, mechanical engineering stuff in general, 1960’s & 70’s music - specifically classic rock, monsters. You’re gonna look me in the eyes and tell me that it’s totally normal for someone who was born in 1979 to have borderline encyclopedic knowledge of two decades of music????? Hundreds of years of monster lore??? — for fuck’s sake, he had a train thing when he was little!!!! Those are special interests!!!!

Restricted diet: it’s mostly for Jokes but dean genuinely doesn’t eat much beyond burgers, diner food and pie.

Dean didn’t speak for months after Mary died and there’s 15 years of canon evidence where he loses his voice during moments of Big Emotions!!! He’s going nonverbal!!!!!!!

Trouble with social cues: literally look at every single instance of Dean trying to interact with strangers, ESPECIALLY in the early seasons. He’s not playing dumb, he just doesn’t get it. Also, watch any scene of this man TRYING to flirt and tell me that he’s any good at it. You know why? That bitch is mimicking the fucking movies and tv shows he grew up watching.

Sensory processing disorder: DO YOU THINK HE WEARS 87 LAYERS FOR FUN???? FOR FASHION????? WHAT DID YOU THINK ALL THE FLANNELS WERE ABOUT. THEY’RE SOFT. Also think about how much he liked the nightgown and the robe. ALSO, ALSO: school!!! It’s loud, it’s smelly, it’s dirty (his germ thing), the lights are too bright, there’s too much sensory input happening at one time. Between being so overwhelmed in school that he couldn’t focus and John pulling him left & right for cases and Sam, no wonder dean dropped out :(

14.04. The comic book episode is an ENTIRE episode about dean and his special interests!!!!!! And his social anxiety, hiding out in his room at the beginning of the episode because of all the strangers in his home 😤

Emotional regulation problems: those angry outbursts?? Destroying the Impala??? LOOK ME IN THE EYES AND TELL ME THATS NOT A MELTDOWN

His whole personality is a mask! He based his whole life and personality around the men he grew up around! John, Bobby, the other hunters - we all know that dean isn’t this rugged manly man he puts on. Sure people can have layers, but my man literally wore his dad’s actual jacket for fucking years

Black & white thinking: this doesn’t need anything else tbh

Strong sense of Justice: “how many people do you have to save?” “All of ‘em. Whole wide world of sports.”

Literal thinking: half the show is about how they both have to learn to look at monsters and not immediately go “monsters bad.” Also literal thinking is hard to explain, but I promise he does this.

Hyperlexic: “what? I read?”

“Too blunt”: all those times you thought “that was kinda harsh Dean” or “wtf that was so mean” - he doesn’t like lying to people when he doesn’t have to!

Hyper empathy: “The baby in the well? My bad.” “I do my best to be brave.” Sacrificing himself for people over and over again. The djinn episode and the speech he makes in front of John’s grave. His whole life he’s been told he cares too much!!!!

As a fellow AuDHD bitch, the most AuDHD thing Dean has ever said was “we know a little about a lot of things. Just enough to make us dangerous.” Also: “I got no idea. But what I do have is a GED and a give ‘em hell attitude, and I’ll figure it out.”

Like I could dive into the nuances of all of these and explain them in great detail and find textual evidence for basically everything, but it’s too early in the morning for that much work when I know that I’m right. Yeah he has adhd, obviously, but I will eat my left hand if that man isn’t autistic.

#why do you think him & Cas get along so well!!#hilariously I don’t necessarily agree with the hc that Cas is autistic bc he’s just an angel with no context for all these things #but he’s like Spock! allegory or whatever for autism so ofc him & dean immediately vibe #also you think Charlie was allistic?!?! be so fucking for real rn #you think an autistic lesbian would intentionally befriend a heterosexual (allegedly) neurotypical yt man??#[slams fists on the table] YOUR HONOR DEAN WINCHESTER IS A HIGH MASKING AUTISTIC AND I WILL NOT BE TAKING NOTES #personal

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eggcompany · 3 months

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Momma's got a HUGE cock

Dean was in town to see Sam, however he could never say no to hot college girls. Or older girls who wore cardigans and was a professor of theology.

Castiel Novak, mtf, 39, takes home Dean Winchester, ftm , 27, and makes him cry.

“Hey, can I get another?” Dean asked and looked around at the chicks sat at the bar. A red head to one side of the bar caught his eyes. A real Jolene, ivory skin and emerald eyes. He checked her out, trying to get her to look at him but she was chatting with someone else. He let his eyes look around again, a dude might be fun while he’s in town…

However, behind the red head, sat at a small table…

She was… wow. Dean walked away from the bar when the cool bottle touched his hand.

She had her long raven black hair clipped up in the back, head leaning on her hand, glossy blue nails tapping against her forehead, and was reading over a stack of papers. A drink forgotten at the end of the table, ice nearly melted in it.

Dean made his way over to her, god she was pretty, strong jaw, strawberry lips, long eyelashes, and the bluest eyes he’d ever seen. God and she was… broad shoulders, strong lookin hands, and, fuck, tits that looked straight up carved by heaven that fit so perfectly in her blue blouse under her crème cardigan. God, how could someone look so hot wearing a cardigan and slacks?

He leaned up against her table, causing her to look spooked and look up.

“Oh sorry, is, are you-”

“Hey calm down. Just wanted to say hi” Dean said with a smile, the lady blushed, putting her papers back down. She looked away, and waited nervously.

Dean took it as an invitation to sit down across from her leaning his chest on the table and look at the papers.

“Whatcha workin on, pretty lady?” He asked, sitting back and taking a sip of his beer. She rolled her eyes and shook her head a bit.

“I’m a teacher. I’m reading essays.” She said and took a sip from her drink. It had been a while since she’d been out to drink, usually opting for wine coolers at home. She’d seen most of the college aged guys in town and well… this seemed to be one of those college frat boys, all big muscles and smooth talk. He had cute pouty lips and pretty dirty blonde hair and eyes that seemed to go on for miles behind them. Quite… handsome. Alluring. Kinda like a magnet.

“Man… a teacher? Must be pretty smart. Wanna teach me a few things?” Dean flirted and the woman huffed a laugh. God she was pretty. And fuck he wanted her bad . At least for some kissing in the impala.

“I’m sure I could. But what’s your thing? Huh? Mister smooth talker?” She asked and gave him an appraising look and swirled her drink around her glass. Surely he knew her or something, a study guide or ‘extra credit’ in exchange for some sloppy sex. Though she just couldn’t put her finger on who he was…

“My thing? Hm… beer, my car, very very attractive women in bars who teach and wear sensible shoes.” Dean said with a smile, flicking his eyes down to the table where he’d seen her feet crossed, clad in a pair of plain tan and white sneakers.

She smiled down at herself, she was never one to dress up and go to bars, she prefers wearing her comfortable day clothes. Her regular tan slacks, a plain blue blouse, and she usually had a cardigan pulled over her shoulders. She looked back at him, he was wearing.. A lot to be honest. A tight black t-shirt with a red flannel over it and a leather jacket over it all. The jacket was a bit big on him but it suited him.

Then he leaned back, flipping his jacket open to show the small trans flag sewn on the inside of it, he scratched his jaw like he wasn’t showing.

The woman hummed and looked at it before looking back up at him. Of course. A kid looking for someone who understood.

“Your name then?” She asked, taking another sip of her drink. She never had much luck at bars. Never had much luck with… anyone. Except he was like a magnet, like she was being pulled to him. She wanted to touch his hand where it laid on the table and wanted to sit close to him and… maybe give him a kiss.

“Dean Winchester at your service miss…?” Dean said and waited for her answer. Her answer to anything.

“Castiel. Novak. Theology Professor.” She answered and he smiled, huffing an impressed noise.

“Wow, a real educated lady” Dean flirted and chewed on his bottom lip. She was the whole package.

“Mhm, ya know I have that same exact jacket, back at my place.” Castiel said hoping Dean would catch what she was pitching.

Fuck , She is more than the whole package.

“Oh really? Back at your place?” Dean asked, his face giving away how excited and happy he felt. Eyes wide as he swallowed thickly. He really hoped she meant she fucked trans guys or that she was… of the same persuasion. God either, neither, both, all, god, anything yes.

“About a four minute walk.” She answered, hands going to gather the papers and slip them into her vintage looking blue and brown messenger bag. She never usually feels like this, this weird compulsive need to take someone home.

“Yes ma’am” Dean said and slipped off the stool and threw some dollars on the counter when the bartender came to close his tab. He turned and she was standing, almost as tall as him. She was holding her bag in front of her. Demisexual and the new pride flag pinned proud on the front.

That’s fine. She could do whatever she wanted with him. Hell, she could take him home and make him sleep in her bathtub and he’d be happier than a clam. He just felt this… want. She was so pretty and hot and she probably had a bed and probably had a chair or couch and that sounds a lot more comfy than sleeping in the impala.

She was wanting, he just didn’t know or care what for.

“Do you still want to come home with me?” She asked, pulling him from his buzzed spiral of warm bed, boobs, bed, boobs, bath tub, boobs .

“Gladly” Dean said cheerily and followed behind her. And oh man , she had a nice ass, thick thighs too. He was busy staring at the way her hips moved when she walked to notice her calling his name.

“Oh yeah yeah? Hm?” He asked and looked back up to her smirking face. He didn’t care that he got caught staring. Especially when it caused Castiel to roll her eyes and smile at him.

“I asked if you go to Stanford or not.” She repeated, amused at the way Dean had caught up to her only to turn around and start walking backwards in front of her.

“Oh no, my uh my little brother does. I came up to see him. I'm not really the school type.” Dean said, throwing air quotations around ‘ school’ . He was never good at school, always had better things to do, other places to be. Though if all teachers were like Professor Novak it might be worth going back.

“Hm then what do you do? You’re what? 26?” Castiel questioned, should she really bring this guy home if he’s… bad? Sketchy at least.

“27, thank you very much. I um… I travel around a lot. Doin’ odd jobs and stuff. Well actually me and my dad do that but he said he had to go do something but then he didn’t come back so I came to ask Sammy if he knew anything. Uh Sammy’s my brother, he lives around here somewhere.” Dean said and looked around at the houses, turning back around to walk beside the woman.

“Oh, does your family live up here? There’s a couple of my students that live with their extended family while up here or in a summer home.” Castiel asked, it was easy to talk to Dean, easy to know she’s not overstepping a line.

“Nah… our mom actually uh she passed when Sam was six months. I was four. House fire actually. After that we just kinda… started surfing the road, never stopping or nothing. Sam was always good at school though so he got here all by himself. He’s a… he’s a really smart kid.” Dean praised, he couldn’t even start to explain how proud he was for Sam. How he wished he could have made a better life for himself too but… just roll with the punches.

“Dean… you’re a very sweet young man. Cute even.” She said and cupped his jaw in her hand. He breathed heavily for a second. Why was he so comfortable around her so.. open and in love already. Fuck, he was falling faster than a fridge tied to an anchor.

“You’re just… really pretty. And and I dunno. I dunno why I feel like… like I know you.” Dean panted out, eyes flashing from hers down to her lips and back over and over again. Her hand felt so.. Solid and warm and grounding against his cheek.

“I feel the same which… is so odd. I never connect with people like this. I always feel a bit like… like looking in through the window.” Castiel said, stepping closer a bit, just a breath away from the man who felt like his chest was getting squeezed when he realized they were still on the sidewalk.

“Can I come in?” Dean asked, tearing his eyes away from her to the front door. He wanted to get away from any eyes that peeped, any cars that passed.

“I… I think so. Yeah” She said and pulled away from him, hand sliding down his neck, shoulder, arm, to catch his hand and pull him along.

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“No I, I kept my name. It’s after the angel of Thursday. It’s always meant a lot to me. My brother actually named me, my first two brothers were named after archangels, Gabriel and Michael. Then Balthazar was born and then me and my brother Gabriel named me because I was born on Thursday. I have… a lot of siblings. Gabriel named most of them.” Castiel explained as she handed Dean a cup of sweet sugared tea and sat down with her own honey stirred cup of earl grey.

He was sitting on the couch, boots kicked off at the door next to her sneakers, legs criss-crossed, jacket and flannel shucked off to the coat rack while Castiel’s cardigan was folded over the back of a barstool.

“Sounds kinda nice. My ma named me. Deanna. Doesn’t fit at all, everyone always just called me Dee, or Danny, Sammy called me Danny cause he had the worst time talking he messed up every word he ever said till he was like seven. I was thinking about Danny or Daniel but… Dean just stuck. Plus Dean Winchester has a nice ring to it, don't you think.” Dean said, sipping the nice dark tea that was perfectly sweet. It was nice to just talk about this crap. Plus Castiel was so… god her whole house smelled like her and it smelled fucking good like honey and laundry detergent and printer ink.

Plus the way she shook her head and smiled was… it made his heart do a weird flip flop.

“It does. I can’t picture you as a Deanna. I much prefer Dean.” She said and moved a bit closer to him, turning so she was facing him, curling up so her socked toes nearly touched his warm jean covered leg.

“Hm… you smell good.” Dean said and leaned forward a bit so his head rested on the back of the couch, lolled back a bit.

“Mmh~ Mister Winchester are you trying to get in my panties?” Castiel said teasingly as she leaned forward so her face rested a few inches from Dean’s. His breath was hot and stank of beer as it washed over her face and he felt the same only her breath smelled like everclear and mints.

“Yeah. Yeah I am. Please?” Dean asked, confidence fading for a moment only to soften the rejection if it happened. He doubted himself was this not what she had wanted? Did she just wanna chat? Was this pushing the line?

She took in a shaky breath and she couldn’t hold back, he was so willing and she hadn’t done it in so long, she’d not felt the need or want to do it for so long.

“God you’re cute it’s not even fair, come here” Castiel says and pulls him over to straddle her lap, her hand coming up to pull his head to hers, lips meeting. Dean was quick to moan and get his hands to her sides, pulling at her blouse. She had her hands on the sides of his head, keeping him from pulling away as their tongues met. He let her explore his mouth, easily giving up dominance of the kiss. He groaned and pulled at the buttons of her shirt, begging for it to be off.

She pulled back, staring at him, her lipstick smeared over his lips and to the side a bit. They were both a bit out of breath, her hands relaxing and dropping to his shoulders.

It felt good to… well feel good. She felt happy. And horny. It was great.

“Even deal, shirt or shirt” She said and pulled at the shoulders of his tight t-shirt. He smiled.

“Yes ma'am” He said happily and pulled the shirt off by the neck, throwing it over to the corner. Baring his muscular torso and strong arms, his thin red surgery scars framing his pecs, healed half-hazardly, puffed up in some places and thinner and fainter in others.

Castiel stared at him as he knelt over her, jeans low on his hips. He was… hot, tan, and… fuckable. He smiled and leaned down to kiss her again, short closed mouth kisses, with his thumb holding her chin.

“Your turn, Miss Novak” He said and sat back, fingers playing with the bottom of her blouse. She swallowed and nodded, giving him permission to start undoing the buttons. And soon she was bared down to her plain white bra.

“If I had known I was going to have company I would have worn something a bit more flattering.” She said and looked away from him. She had this bra since she got her boobs… and she’d washed it maybe 5 times in a year. She had other nice bras, lacey ones and push up ones and ones that made her look thinner and less broad.

“I think you look hot, really hot. Can I touch em?” Dean asked as he practically drooled over the perfect soft looking pale breasts that were cupped in front of him. God those were… the best. And he said as much.

“Those are the best” He said, which caused her to cover her face and laugh, embarrassment flooding through her.

“Yeah… the… the clasp is kinda busted in the back so I can- oh!” She tried to explain and reach back but Dean had already popped the two good clasps and wiggled the last one free. She was surprised but well… Dean probably had experienced bra issues in the past.

Dean’s hands found their way to cup and grab at the soft squish of her breast, groaning into the kiss he pulled her into. Fuck, she was warm and welcoming and undoing his belt but his hands stopped her from unzipping his jeans. He looked down at her… so pretty. So feminine, so pretty, so gentle, so… everything.

“I uh… I don’t got um… I haven’t… I’m still…” He struggled but Castiel cupped his face and gave him a sweet look, an understanding look.

“It’s okay. I haven’t had surgery down there either, at least not that kind of surgery. Do you wanna stop?” She said and let her thumb rub over his cheekbone, warm and comforting. Dean breathed and calmed down and shook his head, hands traveling from her chest down over her soft stomach down to her slacks, looking at her as he unbuttoned them and pulled the zipper down.

“I don’t wanna stop, I wanna keep going.” Dean said seriously and leaned down to kiss her deeply, tongues rolling together, as her hands came to his hips and slipped under his jeans, over his briefs, to press at him.

He pulled back and huffed, panting as her fingers pressed against his wet cunt, his briefs soaked through nearly. He let out a whimper, shoving his head into her shoulder, panting.

“Do you.. You can touch me. Please touch me, I’m so hard” Dean whimpered and rubbed against her hand.

She was so happy. He was… god so perfect, willing and wet and perfect. She pulled her hand back, pulling his jeans down but they wouldn’t get over his thighs.

“Up, take them off, all of it off, I wanna get my hands on your cock” Castiel said, letting her voice relax and drop a bit. Dean shuttered standing up for a moment to yank at his pants and underwear until it was on a pile on the floor. He climbed back into her lap, not embarrassed of how wet he was or that his cock wasn’t very big. He took testosterone when he could, when he could swindle it, John never helped him get it so he was all on his own. So his… his cock was bigger but not really… just enough to be able to get between his fingers and rub.

Castiel let her hands wander over his smooth back, feeling the muscles flex and relax before traveling down and giving his ass a grab. Dean jumped a bit but smiled and got his hands back on her soft chest, he wanted to bend down and give them each a kiss.

“Cas…” He breathed out, feeling a bit overwhelmed but… too horny to care. He leaned down and kissed her again but cried out when her fingers slid over him, finger tips pushing at his slick hole. He grabbed around her shoulders, whispering in her ear, too embarrassed to actually say it.

“You can put it in, if you wanna” He whimpered and Castiel shook her head and turned her head and kissed his forehead.

“Dean?” She asked, hand cupping him, feeling how burning hot and wet he was.

“Yeah, Cas?” He replied, which made her happy because well… no one ever called her ‘Cas’. And he was just… so cute.

“I’m gonna make you cum until you cry. Do you know why?” Castiel said, pressing her palm into Dean’s hard cock. Dean moaned out a little bit and breathed quickly, his stomach clenching up at the thought of Castiel… ruining him. He felt a little light headed, especially with her hand pressing right up against his cock and her fingers over his whole cunt and and- fuck

“Wh-Why?” He forced out grinding against her hand. She crooked her fingers up to just nearly be inside of him, inciting a gasp from him. She pulled him back by the hair on the back of his head, making him look at her, he was gasping.

“Because you’re so cute” She said and pulled him down for a kiss and shoved two of her fingers into his dripping hole. Dean moaned, grinding as much as he could against her fingers that seemed to immediately find a sweet spot inside him. She licked into his mouth, sucking his bottom lip into her mouth for a moment before kissing down his neck.

“Ah- I don’t like that. Just, kiss me up here” Dean said and pulled her face back up to his, he didn’t like getting necked. Never did, didn’t know why. Castiel kissed him and moved to nibble at his ear, her lipstick tracing a line from his lips over.

“Good boy” She whispered and started working her fingers in and out of him, forcing loud moans and groans from his throat.

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“Fuck! Fu-uh-uh-uck, please, oh god, feels so fuggin good! Please” Dean cried out as tears streamed down his face. His arms were wrapped around Castiel’s neck, hands grabbing onto her shoulders, she was squeezing his cock a bit tight and it was driving him crazy .

Dean cried out and covered his mouth, mumbling something.

“Say it baby, what’re you gonna say” Castiel egged him on, she loved the way he cried and all the noises he made and god hearing him was the best . She wanted to squeeze every noise out of him.

He leaned back, stomach tense and jumpy, he was breathing so heavily, his chest heaving, he’d never felt like this before. He looked at her, god she was so pretty why the fuck was he so loose lipped and and god her hands -

“Oh fuck momma, I’m so close” Dean whimpered, clenching down on her three fingers. He looked at her as her eyes got big and her mouth opened in surprise, her hand stopped moving on him. He immediately tried to back track, most women he was with didn’t like that. He liked it but most women thought it was… weird.

“I’m sorry I-” He said and tried to raise himself up off her fingers but she had him by the hair, pulling him down so they were nearly nose to nose. She pulled her fingers out of him and had his cock between her fingers.

“Say it again.” She nearly growled, feeling her cock throb in her panties. She didn;t think she had any kinks but that was… jeez Dean was her kink.

“I’m so close momma, fuck, rub my dick please, please touch it” Dean whimpered desperately, she was really squeezing him and fuck he was so close he was getting a headache.

“God, yeah, you like mumma’s fingers in you?” Castiel asked and kept her fingers stead on him even as he twitched and jerked. She felt like her skin was alight with fire, everywhere they touched it felt like they were burning, their chests, stomachs, everywhere they touched felt like they could never pull away.

“Yeah, love your fingers in my cunny momma, please! Please! I feel so empty but I’m so c-close” Dean begged he just wanted to cum, he was so close. Castiel pulled her hands away, grabbing at his body as she surged up to kiss him.

“God Dean, I haven’t felt… like this in so long. Can I fuck you?” Castiel asked, huffed against his cheek as he kissed down her jaw. It was like a rushed fever had washed over them, an overwhelming need.

“Yes please please fuck me fill me up.” Dean begged and Castiel was standing, hands hauling him up with her.

“Holy shit, you’re so fucking perfect, so strong, fuck me momma, fuck me” Dean cried as he was carried through the house, loving the view of Castiel’s boobs where they pressed up against his sternum. He shoved his forehead against the top of her head, taking in the sweet scent of her hair.

She got through to her bedroom, kicking the door shut behind her, and dropped him on the bed. He shoved himself up to be in the center of the bed. She was quick to shove her slacks off and to crawl over him. She straddled him looking down at his red cunt and throbbing cock. He reached up to play with her tits, roll her nipples between his fingers and squish them together.

“What’re you gonna fuck me with? What’re you gonna shove in my cunny?” Dean asked, setting what he wanted his junk to be called. She smiled and leaned down to kiss him, guiding his legs apart so she was knelt between them, not letting each other get very far.

“I’m gonna fuck you… I’m gonna put my… I don’t wanna say it. I wanna put it in but I don't want to say… those words.” She said, self conscious about saying cock or dick or anything else. She didn’t wanna think about that.

“Okay, just stuff me momma, I’m… I’m dying for it” Dean said and looked down to where her panties were bulging out in the front. She was so pretty, her thighs looked strong and he liked the way she had a happy trail which he traced down, it was soft and short.

She knelt up and covered the trail and her bulge, looking away, face turning even more red.

“If I knew I would have company I would have shaved… I haven’t um… I’m not very smooth down there.” She explained and he huffed and shook his head. He usually kept himself trimmed with his electric trimmer just because he liked it. He reached down and moved her hands.

“I think it’s cute. I think this is cute too…” Dean said with his bottom lip caught in his teeth as he traced down her bulge. She leaned down and kissed him again smiling against each other, so comfortable.

“Am I still a pretty lady with this?” She said and when she leaned back she pulled her panties down so her cock could slip out from behind the thick cotton fabric. Dean looked at it with hungry eyes and a wolfish grin.

“Prettiest lady I’ve ever seen…” He said and let one of his hands wrap around it and give it a few strokes… goodness he could barely get his hard around it and it was… at least eight inches long.

“That’s… that’s big. Uh you have any lube?” He asked, nervousness creeping into his voice as he took in how… heavy and long and thick her cock was… hell his toy was probably half as big.

“Yeah I do. But there is something else I wanna do…” Cas said, letting her hips roll up into his hand a few times before nipping at his neck and pulling away. Dean looked at her eyes and then at the big thing in his hand, that would not fit in his mouth but but she was so… he would choke on it if she asked.

“I could- I’d you wanna- I mean-” Dean started but she was quick to press a kiss to quiet him.

“Can I blow you, Dean?” She asked, hand going down to lightly dance over his inner thighs, sticky with drying slick, shaking with desperation. He was nodding, eyes squeezed shut, trying not to cry out.

“Fuck… yeah. Yeah you can gimme head” Dean finally struggled out after cracking his eyes open to see Castiel perfectly content petting around his inner thighs and just above where he wished she would touch. She smiled and kissed his lips before making her way down to his dripping cunt and hard cock.

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“Fuck fuck fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck, ‘m gonna cum. Fuck, Cas, Cassy, I’m gonna cum” Dean cried out as Cas kept on just barely grazing her teeth over his cock, keeping her fingers rubbing at all the good spots inside him.

She pulled back, sucking harshly as she did, cock leaving her lips with a pop. She looked up at him and stilled her fingers, she had a devilish smile on her lips and shook her head. She blew out a cold breath onto him, causing him to shiver and whimper.

“No! No no no I can go again. I can’t can fuck like four times no problem please please lemme cum” Dean begged, he was at his limit, he felt like he was burning alive, tears rolling down the sides of his face, throat nearly sore from yelling out.

“Oh I dunno… you’re cocks pretty hard, might just wanna play with it all night” Castiel taunted, nail coming to run up the bottom of it and flick the tip of it. Dean cried out, hips bucking up and hands finally leaving the sheets and grabbing at Castiel’s hands.

“Please momma lemme cum and I’ll take you so good, all the way, I’ll be so good if you lemme cum.” Dean tried to convince and his voice cracked and… well Castiel couldn’t turn him down when he looked so… pathetically attractive like a wet cat.

“Then I guess it’s fine” Castiel said in a fake put out kinda way and pinched the nub between her fingers and started jerking him quickly and harshly. Dean cried out, quivering against the bed. He was screaming out legs going to wrap around Cas’s waist, crushing her tightly.

“Cas! Fuck! Fuck! Please! God Fuh! Momma, god, yes, yes, yes yesyesyes” Dean begged and grabbed onto the sheets so tight it felt like he could rip through them. He took in one big breath and let out a high pitched moan, feeling like his brain turned off as wave after wave of pleasure twisted him all up and untied all at once. He relaxed down to feeling like jelly against the bed, catching his breath.

Cas shushed him, gently running her hands over his belly, up and down his sides, on the outsides of his legs. She was staring down at where he was dripping, her white blanket turning dark with how much he’d cum, how wet he’d gotten. She ran her fingers through it, up and down over his folds.

“It’s okay, you’re okay, what a good boy. Such a good boy. Look at that... Came all over mumma’s fingers. Look at that…” She said and brought her dripping hand up to her mouth, his rich lovely scent encompassing all her senses. God he tasted good. God she was hard, her heart was in knots too though. She moaned around her fingers, groaning at how he tasted, smelled, how he everything.

“That’s not fair…” Dean groaned as he finally came down, watching her lick his slick off her hand. Castiel smiled and dropped her hand to give her cock a few tight strokes, staring down at him, all tan muscles and wet cunt.

“I don’t care. Can I put this in now?” Cas said and scooted up to slap her cock against his folds. She smiled at him, tongue poked between her teeth. Dean closed his eyes, he just came but… it was like his mind was made of putty and she had her hands in it.

“Oh momma… yeah. Yeah fuck me deep. Put it in my cunt.” He whimpered and pulled her down for a kiss, her breast squishing against his chest.

Castiel guided her cock into him, panting against his neck. Dean whimpered and held her around her shoulders, he tried to relax but god… it kinda hurt. He really wasn’t used to things that big being… crammed into him.

“Cas… cas… It’s too big I can’t, it’s gonna hurt me” Dean said sorrowfully and looked heartbroken when Cas pulled out a bit and got on her hands over him, He didn’t wanna look at her… he hated being looked at like this when he was getting fucked.

“I don’t think this is a good position, I’m not fond of… well humping like an animal.” She said and that caused them both to crack up as she pulled out and they sat across from each other, each a little amused with the situation.

“Ya know I’ve never met a gal like you before.” Dean said, leaning his head against his shoulder, looking at her as she sat down across legged, cock still hard between her legs. She looked at him with a look that was… it made him feel sparkling.

“I’ve never met a man like you either.” She said and then a thought popped into her head. Dean was about to say something but she cut him off, crawling toward him to kiss him and smile.

“I know the perfect thing, move over.” She said and laid down, unclipping her hair and throwing the clip to the side, waist length hair falling down around her like a dark halo. Dean watched and man… she was pretty. He was lucky as hell, huh?

“Okay now you get like you’re gonna fuck me and and lemme pull my legs up.” Cas said excitedly as she pulled her knees to her chest. Dean got between them and looked at her funny, what was she doing?

“Okay see, now just… lean forward, I’m flexible, don't worry…” She said and pulled him down over her so he was pinning her down. She smiled and moved her hands between them, guiding her cock back up to his cunt. Dean looked down at her, this was… it was like he was fucking her position wise. But also… it wouldn’t offer a lot of penetration.

“Man… I knew you could teach me” He said and smiled as he leaned down to kiss her, she held her cock up for him to lower down on it. Castiel huffed as he lowered down onto her, he was so warm and wet and tight.

“That’s good Dean… Now fuck me.” Castiel said and it only took Dean a few tried to get the hang of it, he had to kinda rock back and forth and not really thrust but fuck it was good. He never felt so good and Castiel made such pretty sounds, eyes closed and lips in a perfect O.

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“Do you wanna get a shower with me?” Cas asked as they came down, laying next to each other covered in sweat and cum. Cas had reassured him that she had a vasectomy and that she was clean, he’d said fuck it to a condom. Dean had rode her until she’d cum, filling him, and then had gotten too strained and rode her regularly, until he’d cum again, her fingers on his cock.

Dean was just barely awake, struggling to not doze off on the soft cozy comfort of her bed. It had been so long since he’d had the comfort of a warm bed, and a cuddle, and a shower without having to look for roaches or used condoms.

“God yes, last time I showered I had to wear boots because of the fungus.” Dean said and sat up, a twinge in his back but a dull perfect ache inside himself. Castiel chuckled and looked over at him, hand coming up to trace shapes in his lower back.

“Sounds gross, lucky for you I’m a clean freak so.. No fungus.” She said and sat up, holding the blanket over her chest. Her nipples ached a bit from Dean’s toying with them so much, well toying and sucking and biting and damn she had class to teach tomorrow she’d need to put bandaids over them. Dean groaned when he stood up, slick and jizz sliding down his legs, Cas stared cause fuck that’s…

“Are you gonna eat me, Miss Novak? Naughty naughty, I thought you were a sweet gal.” He said teasingly, pulling his ass apart to both show where he was dripping and to spread himself just enough for another rush of cum to slip out of him. Cas was nearly hard again when she saw that.

“Now, now, that’s asking for trouble” She said and looked back at Dean’s smiling face. God he was cute. He turned back to her, shameless of his form.

“Come on, I don’t like being sticky, makes me sad.” He said, looking down face pulling into a sad expression. Cas stood up, pulled him into a kiss, a soft gentle kiss.

“It’s okay, I’m not fond of being naked or sticky.” She said and pulled him to the bathroom right outside the bedroom, she was quick to pull him behind the glass door and turn the hot water on.

“It’s so late, I have a class at nine tomorrow.” Castiel complained as she stood under the water, letting it hit her in the face and soak through her hair. Dean hugged her from behind, resting his head against her shoulder.

“Sorry, I can leave now if you want” Dean offered, stepping away from her, he’d leave if she wanted, it wasn’t very far to the impala. Castiel turned around and pulled him under the water as she stepped back out of it.

“Aw but how sad to sleep alone when I have a big strong man to hold me.” She said which caused Dean to smile and kiss her. They kissed a bit more before the woman got a bottle of body wash and a bath sponge.

“Oou… frilly. I feel so pampered.” Dean said jokily as she started scrubbing him down, smiling at him. She let her hands wash him, a weird feeling of… content enjoyment as he basked in the warm water. She got a little lost in the movement of it, that was until she was on her knees in front of him and felt his hand on her shoulder.

“Cas, get up.” He said, not looking at her, just looking kinda sour to the side. She rose up, looking at her with her head cocked to the side, confused.

“What’s wrong?” She asked but Dean was pulling her into a hug. She hugged him back but he wouldn’t let go, He just held onto her, water hitting his back. She rubbed his back and felt him sniffle once before pulling away. She held his face in her hands and she kissed all over his face, cheek, forehead, nose, chin, everywhere.

“So emotional, do you need mummy to kiss it better?” She asked, only sorta kidding. Dean cracked a smile and nodded and they kissed again, Cas loving the way Dean was. Just everything about him.

“Why’re you so hot and so sweet? Why’re you just… lovin on me?” Dean asked and kept his forehead leaning on her shoulder.��

“Cause I like you” She said and held him. She did like him. He was cute and funny and kind and she just felt pulled to him. He huffed a laugh and pulled back to look at her, all soaked from the shower and gleaming with post orgasm glow.

“Yeah I like you too” He agreed and made her smile as his hands traveled back up to her boobs.

“You like me or you like my tits, cause they were expensive” She said and he laughed and bent down to kiss and lick them for just a moment before kissing her.

“Boobs are definitely a plus. Uh… is it weird if I ask you on a date?” Dean asked and looked at her for a minute as she turned the water off, she was rinsed it was enough. She could shower in the morning.

“Do my boobs get to come too?” She joked and he nodded, smiling widely, eyes scrunching up.

“They can definitely come too, also can I borrow some pants?” He asked and soon they were snuggled in bed, dirty blanket tossed to the floor and new one pulled from the closet. Dean was out like a light, enjoying the company and comfort.

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It was easy to find work. Cas let him stay, promising he’d be good. They slept together and Cas learned that he could cook an amazing breakfast and a mean burger but also loved milkshakes and smoothies. Dean learned that Cas had… quite a sex toy collection. Dildos, vibrators, beads, rings, all sorts of stuff that made Dean’s little blue dildo seem like a household decoration.

She had also given him enough confidence to talk to Sam. He had turned away and left when he’d seen his brother one too many times, just not having the guts to say something.

So one Thursday when he knew Sam would be walking through the parking lot he was waiting. Well not waiting. Cas didn’t have a class for another two hours so they had gotten lunch and Dean was napping off his carbs while Cas was reading papers in the front seat of the impala. It was a beautiful day so the windows were down and Dean only had Cas’s soft cardigan thrown over him.

“Hey De- Professor Novak? Why’re you in my brother’s car? I didn’t know-” Sam said as he spotted the impala and came up to see his brother. He hadn’t talked to Dean since he left for college. He loved Dean, never really saw him as a sister anyway. However he was incredibly surprised when he saw the theology prof in Dean’s car. Especially when he didn’t know Dean even knew the professor.

“Dean, sweety, wake up. Sorry we just had lunch.” Cas said and reached over to stroke through Dean’s hair which was usually a major no go. Sam gawked at them when he saw that. He looked at Dean who yawned and sat up.

“You’re boning. Jesus! Dean, I haven’t seen you in like a year and you come and smash one of the professors!? You dickbag!” Sam said and stepped away from the car and turned back to it, hands on his hips.

“Technically she smashes me but whatever. I need to talk to you but uh… I’m gonna be in town for a while.” Dean said and leaned over the front seat, shit eating grin pasted on his face as Cas smacked his arm and shook her head at his nasty talk.

“Smashing the theology professor. You’re a dog, you know that?” Sam said and climbed into the driver’s seat leaning over to give Dean a half hug. It was still nice to see him.

#egg_company #fanfic #smut tag #dean x castiel #castiel supernatural #castiel #destiel fic #destiel #destiel smut #dean winchester #trans castiel #trans dean winchester #f/m #smut fanfiction #supernatural smut

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innytoes · 3 months

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Stop flirting with yourself in the mirror, Reggie + any (Flynn? Carrie? Anyone? I can't choose)

Reggie wasn't quite sure why he was invited to girls night when all the other guys - even Alex, who liked pink and pop music and dancing - were banned. Maybe because he had Serious Opinions in the Team Jess versus Team Dean versus Team Logan debate. Maybe because he was basically Julie's unofficial brother and Ray's favourite child and he was always over at the Molina house anyway. Maybe because he liked butterflies and glitter.

What started as sleepovers and movie nights as teenagers evolved into clubbing once they hit their twenties. (And then sleepovers and movies later. Romcoms were way better when you were three fruity cocktails in and had stopped to grab greasy take out on the way home.)

Also, he loved playing Fake Boyfriend for all the girls. It meant they could dance more freely, without guys bothering them, and sometimes it meant that people thought he had three girlfriends at once which was hilariously good for his ego. Even though Julie was like, kind of his sister, which, you know, gross.

"What do you think?" Julie asked, coming out of the bedroom where the girls were getting ready. She was wearing a pretty dress, all shiny sequins, and a pair of black sneakers with white doodles that would light up perfectly under the black light.

"I think Tía would have a heart attack if she saw you wear that," he said, shooting her some finger guns. "You look like a sparkly disco ball in the best way. Those sneakers are going to pop. "

Flynn was out next, and he gave an enthusiastic attempt at beatboxing so she could walk down the catwalk to show off her outfit, some tight faux-leather pants and an eye-popping neon crop top over a mesh body suit. He applauded at her flourish and pose at the end. "You look like a fashion model!" he said, and she grinned. "We're not going to even get to the club before you're swarmed by fashion bloggers! They're going to crown you their queen."

"You look..." she eyed him. "The same."

"Hey!" Reggie pouted. "I spent like forty-five minutes on my hair!" Okay, so he was just in his usual ripped jeans and black tank top, but like, the clubs got hot. He wanted to get his groove on with the girls, so the leather jacket was out. He was still debating if he should wrap his flannel around his waist or not. Even though chances were if he did, one of the girls would be wearing it home because he was a gentleman.

"And it looks perfect, babygirl," Flynn said, and he didn't care if there was a sarcastic undertone to it, he beamed. "But you are not Club Ready. Hold on, let me grab some eye-liner."

And it was only because of many, many Girls Nights that Reggie had perfected sitting perfectly still without flinching while people poked sharp things near his eyes.

But when Flynn was done, well, he looked Good. Like, good good. Like sexy brooding punk who had a secret soft side good. He completely missed Carrie's grand entrance, he was so busy making faces at himself in the mirror.

"Stop flirting with yourself in the mirror, Reginald," Carrie said, impatiently tapping her foot so he could turn around and give her her deserved accolades.

So he did, turning around and beaming. Carrie was, of course, in all pink, a tight dress and heels that Reggie had no idea how she could dance in, and the perfect amount of highlighter on her face. Her lips were all wet and shiny looking from her sparkly lipgloss, and Reggie tried not to think about how kissable they looked.

"You look really pretty," he blurted out, which wasn't anywhere close to his usual over the top cheer squad pep-talks.

Except Carrie didn't seem put out at all. Instead she was staring at his eyes, his eyeliner. "You do too."

Behind him, he heard Flynn and Julie high five, and he couldn't even be mad about it. Maybe if tonight went well, he wouldn't have to play fake boyfriend to Carrie anymore.

#julie and the phantoms #carriexreggie #make reggie a molina 2kalways #fanfic #flynn taylor #julie molina #reggie peters #carrie wilson #I wrote a thing #reggie does indeed get to go to girls night because he has opinions on Gilmore Girls and the others do not #also can you imagine Reggie to some loser at the club like: yeah I'm dating all three of them #and Flynn just shouts: HE HAS A HUGE DICK AND HE KNOWS HOW TO USE IT #(and once Carrie is dating Reggie Flynn is like: okay but spill does he have a big dick and know how to use it)#(while Julie goes LALALALA I CAN'T HEAR YOU)

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fandombandomfics · 4 months

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Preview of Not So Apple Pie Life

Here is a preview of the first chapter. Plan on posting the fic within the next week so keep an eye on your notifications :)

Noah’s POV

I sigh as I look at myself in the mirror, slight bags under my eyes since I barely slept last night. Tomorrow starts our first sold out headlining tour

“Noah come on we got one last rehearsal,” Jolly calls from the room. I leave the bathroom and head over to the three of them.

“Nervous Noah?” Folio asks and I nod.

“Yeah I am, first sold out headlining tour for us,” I say and they nod.

“It will go off without a hitch I’m sure,” Rufflio says

“I sure hope so,” I say. After practice, I head back to the room. When I walk in, something feels off. I grip the demon knife in my pocket and walk slowly into the room. I take the knife out of my pocket and approach the corner. When I round it, I stop dead in my tracks. Because I see the face of someone that I haven’t seen since I was 15.

“Hey Noah,” Dean says. Still wearing the jeans, flannel, and jacket look.

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calkale · 6 months

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Okay because i put my thoughts in the tags the first time heres some of my spn au thoughts

Also disclaimer i am changing the supernatural story so dont get mad at me for not including things or changing things you like this is my house and i write the au <3

Characters: Dean -> Mav, Cas -> Ice, Sam -> Slider, John Winchester-> Duke Mitchell, Mary Winchester -> Slider’s mom (her name is also Mary in my Slider lore so), Bobby -> Viper, Ash -> Goose, Ellen -> Carole, Jo -> Bradley (he’s like a teen in this but don’t worry theres no Jo and Dean content 🤮 thats his godson)

-slider and mav aren’t actually related, they were both 6 (mav older by a few months) when their parents got married, duke was a widower and mary was never married

-Getting this out of the way although i love the chevy impala i am a truck freak so mav drives his dads black 1990 toyota sr5 with an extended cab

Backstory: -viper and duke were both navy pilots now “hunting buddies”, they took mav and slider out hunting occasionally but whenever they went on long “hunting trips” they left slider and mav at home, that’s because these hunting trips were monster hunting trips

-the same thing that happens to sam and deans mom happens to mav and sliders mom but when they’re both around the age of 10, since they’re older and not stupid they have a lot of questions that duke can’t just bullshit answers to so he tells them about monsters and what he thinks took their mom (because he doesn’t actually know at this point)

-since they no longer have a house they stay at vipers or go on the road with duke

-once they both start high school slider wants to stop hunting and stay with viper to focus on school, his relationship with duke gets weird after that because duke wants him to keep hunting to find what killed his mom but slider wants to do well in school to make his mom proud, they come to an agreement where slider stays with viper but once a month he has to come hunting

-slider leaves for university (idk what hes studying), mav graduates but stays with duke, he starts hunting on his own

Now time: -This au starts in 2005 like the show

-duke picks up a lead on the thing that killed mary but is super vague about it when telling viper and doesn’t tell mav anything, he says he’ll be gone for a week but a week and a half later theres no word from him, viper refuses to go after him because “he’s gonna get himself killed” and “ive been telling him to let it go for years” but mav still has to go look for him

-mav finds slider and this basically carries out exactly how it does in the show, he agrees to help for one day, when he gets back his gf is dead, agrees to ditch school 😎 to come help look for duke

story wise thats all i've got so far, i want ice to come into the story a lot sooner than cas does in the show and i dont remember when ash, ellen and jo come in but i want them to come in sooner too. hopefully ill actually work on this more but i hope you guys enjoy

Character descriptions:

Mav: -has the classic dean necklace given to him by slider

-dresses basically the same as 86 movie mav but with flannel 😎

-does wear his cowboy boots but he’s normally wearing work boots

-eyebrow scar eyebrow scar eyebrow scar!!!

Slider: -wears his mother’s wedding ring on a necklace, duke gave it to him after she died

-dresses like early season sam, carhartt jacket, hoodies, tshirts and baggy jeans

-silver eyebrow piercing 😎

Ice: -exactly the same as cas but with a dark grey trench coat

-his eyes always glow a little, not enough that its noticeable unless its in the dark

-has a grey hoodie and black jeans for when he needs to look a little less “formal”

Goose: -has a mullet its a key part of ash’s character so

-just think mater from cars personified mixed with goose idk

Carole: -dresses exactly like ellen

-her classic curly meg ryan hair stays tho

bradley: -just a mini goose

Duke and Viper: -they look pretty much the same, just some dad with a mustache and flannel

-only difference is duke always wears his wedding ring

#cals spn au #top gun

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mywifeymax · 2 months

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My Secrets (Dean forester X FemReader)

When jess's little sister likes Dean forester she has to hide even hanging out with him but how will things turn out when they are dating if they do?

Y/n pov:

I have a lot of secrets I keep them to myself most of the time but one of them is that I like my guy best-friend his name was dean he was just so handsome and smart and really funny and fun there only one thing and that is my brother he dislike dean and dean dislikes my brother because of they're history with Rory which was my brother's girlfriend she is nice to me and has covered for me when I went to hangout with Dean and his friend's

*Putting on my sweater I took in my look in the mirror* I was wearing a black sweater with a black jean skirt and black tights with platform boots I also had some of my hair pinned back and I spray my perfume on me before grabbing my purse and walk downstairs and saw my brother on the couch talking about books with Rory on the phone*

"woah woah woah where are you going?"Jess asked "I am going to see a movie"I said "with who?"Jess asked with a protective attitude "Lindsey and marlin"I said "Just don't be out late"Jess said "I won't"I said *rolling my eyes I walked to the front door and open it before walking out to the porch and shut it behind me*

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*Arriving to the theaters I smiled as I saw dean,pal and Jacob standing there just talk among themselves and I walked up to them* "Hi guys"I said softly "Oh hey y/n"Pal and Jacob greeted me *I smiled as them and dean smile* "Hi y/n"He said softly Dean looked amazing tonight he was wearing a black t-shirt and a leather jacket and jeans and boots his hair was normal he just looked handsome

"Should we get the tickets?"Dean asked "come on we are waiting for our girls Lindsey and Marlin"Pal said "Alright let's wait"Dean said Lindsey and Marlin was the other guys girlfriends they we're sweet and nice towards me and treated me as if I was one of they're friends

*After the girls showed up dean and I payed for the tickets before we all entered the theater with everyone I sat down next to dean and he leaned in and whispered* "So who do you is going to leave first?"Dean asked *I laughed a tiny bit and whispered back* "Pal and Marlin for sure"I said *Dean chuckled and nodded* "Smart move"Dean said with a grin god he was perfect

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*After the movies I waved to dean* "I am going to skip the diner tonight I need to get home before Jess throws a fit"I said "Alright uh call me when you get home so I can make sure you got home safely"Dean said "will do"I said with a smile

*getting home I told Jess goodnight and went up to my room and changed into my pajamas and dialed Dean's number and shut my door as I layed down on my bed waiting for him to answer*

"Hello"Dean said softly "Hey dean just wanted to let you know I made it home safely"I said "Good uh I had fun tonight"Dean said *I smiled* "Happy to hear that I did too"I said "well I guess I see you tomorrow in third period"Dean said "Sure will same spot every day"I said "great uh goodnight y/n"Dean said "Goodnight dean"I said

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*The next morning I picked out my outfit for the day and went to the bathroom to take a shower before getting out and grabbed my clothing and put them on and looked into the mirror and nodded* I was wearing a black band t-shirt with a black and white flannel and black jeans with combat boots *I quickly braided my hair before doing some makeup and I grabbed my bag before leaving the house*

*Getting to third period I sat in the back like normal and took out my books and I saw dean walk in as he sit down* "well good morning"Dean said "Good morning"I said "That movie was crazy last night right?"Dean asked "I was but they made the gore so good"I said "right"Dean said me and dean we're always into horror movies we been talking about all the good ones since we first met we got along so well and clicked in all the right ways

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*Getting home I signal for Rory to talk to me and she followed me upstairs to my room as I shut my door and I watched as she sit on my bed and I stood by my dresser* "Okay so tell me everything"Rory said "I like him a lot I just don't know how to ask him out"I said "You could ask him on a date"Rory said "I don't have the confidence enough to do that"I said "Come on you got this"Rory said "Okay but how should I ask him?"I asked "well I read a lot of romance books where the guys ask the girls out on a note or something you can ask him that way"Rory said "wouldn't that be cheesy?"I asked "Cheesy but cute"Rory said "fine I will do it tomorrow in third period"I said "great but remember you can't let your brother find out"Rory said *I sighed* "yeah I know I just wish he wasn't a you know hot head sometimes"I said "I know but hey you got this"Rory said

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*The next day I made my way into third period and sit down as did dean and he sat down next to me and I took out my things and me and dean chatted for the first few moments of class before the lesson begin I then tear off a piece of paper* If this whole thing doesn't worry I am going to curse Rory in my head for putting the idea in my head

*writing on the note I looked towards the teacher before throwing the note onto dean's desk as I felt my cheeks heat up*

*I looked over at dean as he read the note and he widen his eyes before grinning and took his pin and check one of the boxes before folding it and handing it back to me and I took it and open it*

'Yes' was checked on it *I smiled as I looked over at dean as he winked and then went back to paying attention to the teacher* Holy shit this was really happening I am going on a date with my crush

*After class dean pulled me towards him* "So when do you want to have this date?"Dean asked "I was thinking Friday night?"I asked "works for me"Dean said *I smiled* "Great then Friday night it is"I said

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*It was finally Friday night I slipped on a white short dress and kept my hair down and straighten it before applying on my makeup and I put on the tenshoes* "you look amazing"Rory said as she held me get ready this wasn't exactly my style but I wanted to look perfect for tonight "Do you think he is going to like it?"I asked "He's going to love it"Rory said "Oh uh It's almost time so I am going to go meet him down the road"I said "Okay I keep Jess distracted go have fun and tell me everything when you get home"Rory said "for sure"I said

*Leaving the house I walked down the block before getting into dean's car* "Hey you"Dean said with a smile "Hi"I said "You look amazing tonight"Dean said "I can say the same about you"I said

*Dean pulled up into the parking lot of the art museum and he got out before going over to my side and open the door for me* "why thank you kind sir"I said playfully "No problem m'lady"Dean said with a joking tone *I laugh as I got out of the car and we walked up to the door and dean open it* "Lady's first"Dean said *I smiled* "what a gentlemen"I said *I walked in and dean followed behind me*

*I looked around and I smiled* "They're art is so perfect"I said "I know right you can tell alot about people with they're art"Dean said "well then tell me about this one"I said "this artist had a heart break that was huge and painted they're feelings on the canvas"Dean said *nodding impressed I smiled* "What about this one?"I asked *Dean laugh and he lead in* "well this artiest painted they're lust as you can see with the two shirtless men on the side and the women in the middle of the bed"Dean said *I widen my eyes and held back my laugh and then one caught my eye the most and I walked to it*

"This one"I said *dean smiled* "That one is when a girl has a crush on a guy but is to scared of rejection"Dean said *I looked up at dean as he looked down at me* "I guess you feel drawn to it?"Dean asked "A little bit'I said "But you weren't rejected"Dean said confused *I laugh softly* "It's not about rejection or dating it's just that every women go threw this alest once in they're lives"I said "well that does explain that"Dean said *I smiled* "We should head over to the restaurant"Dean said "For sure"I said with a smile

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*After eating me and dean walked to the middle of town and he held me in his arms as we watched the stars laying on the grass* "You know everything about tonight feels like a dream"I said "It does and I love it I want to take you on more dates in the future if that's alright pretty girl"Dean said "I am totally fine with it"I said with a blush

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that was just one of many dates I was falling head over heels I love with Dean anyone could read that from my face but I still took caution when it was around my brother

*Leaving third period dean took my hand and dragged me to a empty classroom* "hey"he said "Hi"I said *with that he lead down and kissed me* It felt like we we're together but we never really asked for labels

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*Later that night dean sneaked threw my bedroom window I smiled and laugh and quickly locked the door and walked over to dean* "what are you doing here?"I asked "Just wanted to see you what else?"Dean asked *I smiled as he leaned over and kissed me as I kissed him back and he slowly pulled away and walked over to my chair and sit down* "I've been thinking alot and I was wondering if you wanted to make things official"Dean said *I smiled* "I would love too"I said *Dean smiled and got up before making his way to me and kissed me* "great then you are mine my girlfriend"Dean said "Your girlfriend"I said *Dean smiled before leaning down and kissed me once again*

that's all I am thinking about making a part two for this if you want to see that just let me know and I will gladly make it :)

#dean forester x reader #dean gilmore girls #fanfic #romance #love

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