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jay-and-dean · 4 years

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I don’t need you Chapter 2 : Freaking super hero

Dean x reader

Summary : She’s a warrior, she’s a loner. Nothing can stop her, nothing ever had. She doesn’t need Dean, does she ?

This is a request by @magssteenkamp that I decided to turn to a serie, see the original request on the serie Masterlist.

Serie Warnings : Swearing (duh). Mention of death. Smut, probably all kind from rough to fluffy, I’ll precise in the chapters if there are specific warnings. Fluff. Angst of course.

Chapter warnings : Swearing (duh). Mention of death. A tiny hint of jealous Dean.

Words : 3k

Note : I’ll try to stick to the 3k rule, like for Rescue You

If everything goes as planned, you’ll get one chapter every wednesday (Thanks to @magssteenkamp, I call it WednesJay, lol. Sorry okay, I shut up).

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2. FREAKING SUPER HERO

Dean’s Pov

All the lights. This apartment is big, and its windows are too. I look at the regular shadows of the metallic lines of the windows that divide her bedroom door into bended squares.

She offered us to stay at her place, opened the sofa bed, and disappeared behind that door. I just can’t sleep, again. I try to imagine I’m in my bedroom in the bunker, or on Baby’s backseat, but everything is so new to me here. I lost my bearings.

I stare around, my eyes wide open, now used to the weak darkness. Is it possible that she’s just better than us ? Like more up-to-date, trained by the cruelty of huge cities ? How can she do this alone ?

The walls are covered in those research papers, and, after a while, in the middle of this organized mess, my own name catches my eyes.

I get up in silence, trying not to make the mattress move too much, to let my brother sleep. Is it California that made him so insensible to lights and noises at night ? Maybe…

“Dean Winchester is a demon.” I frown, it’s a printing of a mail she got from someone called thathunter87, she hung it here and made a red line between that and a stolen page of a grimoire about demon cure. Why ?

On the table under all those articles and notes on the wall, a long desk, covered in books, notebooks and folders. It’s like she had hundreds of hunter journals, one for each subject.

Discreetly going through them, I find one called “Winchesters” and a shiver runs down my spine but the thought attached to it never reaches my brain. I open it. There are no photos, just mails from thathunter87 and pages of those Supernatural stupid books.

My eyes widen suddenly, and my heart misses a beat. Next to pieces of the books and a sketch of our anti-possession tattoo scribbled like she was thinking hard, a few words : Was John abusive to Dean ?

“Trouble sleeping ?” a whisper makes me jump.

I turn and my breath gets caught in my throat.

She’s standing in the door frame, an oversized Hocus Pocus t-shirt hiding her upper thighs, and nothing covering her legs.

She looks so different now. Almost… cute. Her worn out t-shirt falling childishly like thin drape on her body, her face freed from any makeup and her hair going in every directions. I can’t help but imagine a morning after…

She walks to me, pushing her messy hair out of her face. And I’m so caught up in this vision that I forget to hide what I was looking at.

“Oh… I’m sorry” she murmurs, taking the notebook out of my hands. “I know it’s not my business.”

I have no idea what to answer despite the thousands questions flying in my skull, and just keep searching her face, loudly cursing at myself in my head.

“How do you know us ?” I finally say low, my pupils dilating at the ray of the night light hitting her collarbone and I try to fight the electric feeling giving me goosebumps.

“Well, the Supernatural books saved my life” her whisper feels like her nails were grazing my back.

“How ?” I dare, my curiosity getting the best of me.

She chuckles but a shadow crosses her face, a shadow of fear and pain, something weak and lonely, everything she usually hides so well.

“Dark days… I… I lived in the street a long time ago” she looks down. “I needed to believe in heroes I guess.”

Her smile is soft and kind for a second, making me almost believe I could take her in my arms, like an old friend, like a lover. But she sighs, and it’s like she had breathe out everything soft, her eyes become stern and her neck straighten.

“Jimmy doesn’t whine too much ?” she asks, pointing at the laundry room with her chin.

“Not a sound” I assure her, and she smiles dangerously.

“I threatened him a lot.”

Reader’s Pov

I walk to the laundry and open the door.

“Ah good you’re there” Jimmy starts right away, making the chair creak. “I-…”

But I cut him.

“One more word and you will regret it, Jimmy. Remember what I said : If my guests sleep bad because of you, I cut your cock, to see if it grows back on an immortal.”

I close the door and give Dean a little corner smile.

Sam grunts and turn in the sofa, taking all the cover with him. I chuckle and take a glass of water from the kitchen sink.

“Sleep, Dean, tomorrow will be a long day” I murmur walking back to my room, hoping my own thoughts will stop harassing me.

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I get up and grab my clothes, lazily walking to the bathroom. On my way to it, my eyes glance at the brothers on my sofa, Dean is still not sleeping.

He looks at me in silence, his piercing eyes following me when I cross the room, but I don’t say a word to him. I know he’s familiar with nightmares, he would hear it in my voice.

Having them here somehow brought bad memories. It’s a paradox : They saved me from very bad moments in my life, but meeting them makes me think a lot about those dark times, and since I know they’re in town, my own demons are screaming at me. Or maybe knowing I will see Holloway tonight…

I enter the bathroom and put my clothes on the chair next to the shower. I have to be prepared. In the shower I repeat my plan in my head. I have nothing left to lose, so nothing can end worse than it already is. If I feed, if I become a vampire, I know the Winchesters will end me, and I would finally die peacefully, knowing at least I tried. If I miss Holloway, I will have him next time… If I just die, well it will be over, at last.

Sam and Dean will try to talk me out of it, I know that, and I’ll have to be very firm, because they can’t make that mission fail. There was a time when I needed heroes, now I don’t.

The shower turns cold again, ripping me out of my thoughts, I grunt and rinse quickly under the familiar freezing jet.

Naked, I look at the mirror, using the sight of my scars to focus my anger. This is the cut they made on me to taste my blood, after they killed my family… my finger graze the little straight scar on my arm ; this one is the knife cut I got from that rape attempt when I was in the streets. This is fangs, I hate this one.

Then the transformation starts.

Like every day, I put on my mask : The outfit I use to remember who I am, and to forget who I was.

I feel like putting on an armor the second I start to draw my eye-liner cat’s eye line. And by the time I tighten the ribbons of my corset hard, nothing in me is vulnerable anymore. My back is straight and held, my eyes are dark…

I’m going to kill them all.

Dean’s Pov

She comes out of the bathroom, dressed like that warrior she is, tough and sexy, transformed, unrecognizable, like a freaking super hero.

But I will never forget the cute girl I saw last night.

“I have coffee” she says when Sam sits up, looking around like he was wondering for a second where he was. “And I can make eggs, I don’t want my side kicks to be hungry.”

Her voice sounds slightly different on the word “hungry” and, knowing she lived in the street, I guess she knows what truly hungry is…

I nod and Sam thank her but she’s already in the kitchen. I get up, joining her behind the counter to help her with anything she would need. The truth is, I just want to be around.

I notice a man big jacket on a chair and wonder who she could invite here, despite hunters. Is she really alone ? Does she have friends ? Lovers ?...

“I have no sugar” she states sternly.

And once again, I’m mute, taking the mug she hands me to break eggs in an old pan.

Suddenly, the walls tremble and the power goes off, the only light she had turn on going off, and the few device she has dying. She sighs but keeps cooking on her gas stove like it was nothing.

“Your stomach is noisy” she chuckles.

“Sorry” I mumble, making her raise an eyebrow.

She puts the plates on her coffee table with two cups of coffee, going back to the kitchen to take a mug for herself. Only two plates.

“You don’t eat ?” Sam asks.

“I don’t like eggs” she shrugs. “And I have nothing else, I’ll buy something later.”

“I can go to buy you something” I state, really uncomfortable with her not eating with us.

“Eat, Dean. I can handle myself.”

A knock on the door makes Sam and I frown.

Keeping her coffee cup in her hand, she grabs her gun, puts it in her belt in her back, and walks to the door. Sam and I get up, even if we can’t see the main door from here, we’re ready to fight.

“Hey Y/n. Was it the Winchesters ?” a man voice greets her.

Y/n…

“Yeah. There are no more eggs, I gave them the ones you bought” she answers.

“You feed them now ?” the man mocks. “I bought you a chocolate muffin.”

Why does that annoys me ?

She appears in the room again, followed by this guy, Joe, the bartender. He’s a very tall –Sammy tall- strong guy with long blond hair in a bun. Freaking hipster.

When he sees us, he frowns, and look at her like she was insane.

“What are they doing here ?” he asks, making my brother raise his eyebrows at his rudeness. “Wait, Y/n, did they sleep here ?”

“I invited them” she shrugs, sitting to unwrap her chocolate muffin. “Sam, Dean, this is Joe. Joe, bla bla.”

I can’t help smiling at her attitude, but Joe doesn’t. It’s like he didn’t want us to be here, like he was threatened by us somehow… And it suddenly hits me. The chocolate muffin, the things he “forgets” at her place, the worry.

He’s in love with her.

“I have to buy a few things for tonight” she states, ripping a little part of the muffin between her fingers, to slip it between her lips, licking her index a little when chocolate stick on her skin.

“Do you want me to come with you ?” Joe immediately says and I have to blink to not roll my eyes.

“No” she states, then she turns to Sam. “You already made the cure for your brother, I heard.”

“Y-yeah” Sam hesitates. “But are you sure…”

“Then” she cuts him. “Could you prepare it while I’m out ? I already have all the ingredients… And Jimmy.”

“What are you talking about Y/n ? You’re not doing it ? Tell me you’re not doing it.” Joe asks, looking around and she sighs, getting up.

“Okay listen” she states. “All of you. If you have something to say about my plan, you can walk out the door now. I can do this alone. I don’t need you.”

She puts the rest of the muffin in Joe’s hands and take her coat.

“I’ll be here in a few hours, don’t kill Jimmy accidentally with day light, and don’t, well… I don’t know, be stupid. Sam, the ingredients are on the sill, and if you don’t want to do the cure, just… Okay” she says before she leaves, a silence falling on us.

*******

I don’t like Joe, the guy stayed with us for no reason, like he wanted to survey us.

Sam is looking in the box, trying to find a bowl to mix them. And the bartender and I are left practically staring at each other.

“Did you guys convinced her it was a good idea ?” he finally speaks.

“What do you mean ?” I grunt. “Of course not ! This is a terrible idea. I should go, not her.”

Sam lifts his head form the bowl and looks at me with a disapproving frown.

“She will kill you” Joe chuckles darkly. “You have no idea how bad she needs to get them, you have no idea what she’s been through.”

“Well, I won’t let her get killed by those freaks” I state.

“Dean…” my brother speaks. “She knows them way better than we do, this is her plan, her hunt. I think she knows what she’s doing, and you’ve seen her… She’s a great hunter.”

I sit down, sighing, rubbing my face with both hands. Am I supposed to stay there, watching her run to her death ?

Reader’s Pov

I take another sip of whiskey, letting the smooth notes of blues wrap me in the comfortable atmosphere of the small bar. I knew Joe would stay with them, and looking behind the bar, I give his colleague a little smile.

I sigh with the little bottle in my hand, making the thick poisonous liquid redden the sides of the glass.

I can’t go back to my apartment. They must already be making plans to force me to stay home. I know them. In a way I Know the three of them.

Joe is my friend, and I know he thinks we should be more than that, those ideas of “saving” me spoiling his mind for years, like I was some kind of precious bird with broken wings.

I am not.

I’m not broken or damaged. I’m just furious, a storm of rage boiling in my veins. And he can keep his fairy tales for him. Unconditional love is not going to save me. I told him that, and refusing any kind of proximity with him, I think I made it very clear. But he will always try to save me.

And the Winchesters… They are heroes. Self-sacrifice is burned in their genes. They are as determined to protect everyone they meet, as I am to kill Holloway.

The early winter night is announcing its rise with a pink ink in the city sky. I finish my glass and take my phone.

Did Sam prepare the cure ? I send to Joe.

I get up and walk to the bathroom to check my look on the mirror. Arranging my hair, I practice my smile. It has to be innocent, charming and seductive.

He did. We have to ad Jimmy’s blood but only once you’re turned. Oh God, please don’t do that. Why didn’t you come back ? Where are you ? The night is almost there, and the Winchesters are sneaky. I stayed with them to make sure they don’t rummage through your stuff, but they’re asking questions. Why did you let them stay at your apartment in the first place ? Joe answers in four messages in a row.

Because I don’t really care.

I put money on the counter and greet the woman behind it, getting out.

Dead man’s blood capsules in my purse, my vampire killing knife in my boot, another thin slightly longer blade in back along my spine. The magical burning oil in its little flask. That’s all I can take with me. I stuff my purse with lipsticks, random keys, foundation powder and other useless things, in case someone looked into it.

I will drop my guns and other weapons in the trash cans outside the club. I already spent two hours looking at it to be prepared. I know every entrances.

It’s time.

I walk to the alley I slept in so many nights. I don’t know why I chose to do it here, probably because I so often thought I would die here. It’s smaller than I remember, darker too.

On the wall, the drawing I had made, the anti-possession tattoo my heroes wore in their skin. I was sure it would protect me from my own demons, I was so sure it would. I used to put my hand on it when hunger made me so weak I couldn’t stand, when cold was biting my skin ; and when despair was beating me up, telling myself it would make me go through the night.

At least I thought it helped. The truth is, I was alone, and I was the only one fighting all this, the only one that could help me.

I put my finger on it.

“I met the Winchesters” I whisper to the girl I was, to the childhood that died here, wishing I could hear that in the past. “They’re even more handsome than you thought” I half smile, fighting the tears. “But they are not going to save you. You are. It ends tonight.”

Taking the little bottle in my hand, I close my eyes for a second. I hate vampires. I have to focus on that, I have to be strong, and merciless.

If I become a vampire for good. They have to kill me. I send Joe.

Then I open the flask and drink it in one go.

Dean’s Pov

“She answered !” Joe exclaims, getting up to read her long-awaited text.

When he frowns, my heart starts to beat faster. She never came back and now night is here. I’m going nuts, I can’t just stay on this stupid couch.

“She…” the bartender says, but he doesn’t finish, just showing us the text.

Sam runs to the laundry door and opens it.

“Did she take your blood ?” he almost yells and my pupils dilate.

When the vampire chuckles darkly, Sam turns to us.

She’s already gone.

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theoraeken5696 · 6 years

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Jealous. Nolan Holloway. Smut.

Pairing: Dom! Nolan Holloway x Sub! Fem! Reader.

Warnings: Smt/Sex, unprotected (please don’t do that), roughness, a bit of teasing and orgasm denial.

Requested?: Yep. Anonymous said:

Could you do jealous Nolan smut please? I’m a slut for Froy.

Summary: You feel the need for a change in your sex life and what better to make your boyfriend jealous with the guy he most dislikes.

Author: Ellie.

Masterlist.

A/N: In this imagine, Gabe doesn’t beat up Nolan, because it’d be completely wrong to flirt with a guy that beat up your boyfriend.

“Nobody’s P. O. V.”

You look around the classroom and let out a sigh, being bored and not knowing what to do to distract your mind from last night’s events. Last night, simply put, you and Nolan had sex, but as usual, it was soft and gentle. The first few times after a while of dating, it was nice, it made you feel like he cared about you, you thought it was cute and that he was the sweetest person in the world.

But at some point, things that stay the same, get boring, and that’s what happened to your sex life. At least for you. You need a change in your sex life, but you don’t know how to provoke it. “Gabe, you’ll be working with Y/N.” You hear the teacher say and look at Nolan to see his eyes widen. “W- What?” Nolan asks, not being sure if he heard right.

“Y/N’s working with Gabe because you two never work together.” The teacher explains, turning around to face the blackboard and leaving Nolan stuttering to himself. Nolan looks up and sees that Gabe’s already there, waiting for him to move. Nolan looks over at you with a somewhat nervous look and picks up his stuff, walking away to where the teacher tells him to.

And that’s when you realize, that you can try to get Nolan jealous and maybe be a bit more rough. You’ve already seen his ‘dark’ side one time, when he and Gabe were ‘talking’ with Liam, and if you’re being honest, it was pretty arousing. It made you think that he’s capable of doing such as tying you up, but with him simply being a bit more rough, you’d be more than satisfied.

The bell rings and you start putting your things in your backpack, seeing Nolan doing the same. You spent the entire class being a fair level of flirty with Gabe who actually thought was real and flirted back, and while you were thinking that Nolan would probably be hurt, he just glared at the back of Gabe’s head while biting his lip and seeming mad.

You walk out of the classroom with Nolan and start walking in direction on your next class as he starts to speak, trying to ignore the fact that you were flirting with another guy. “Are we still going on our date tonight?” He asks, not even nervously stuttering like he usually does or even stuttering at all. “I can’t.” You start saying before explaining.

“I’m working on the project with Gabe after School and I don’t know how long we’re going to take.” You finish answering as if it’s not that much of a big deal, making him stop walking. “What?” You ask, standing in front of him. He was already easily getting fed up by you flirting with not just any guy, but Gabe, and now you’re saying that you’re ditching your date with him to be with Gabe.

You both stay quiet for a moment, you waiting for him to talk and him making sure that his voice isn’t going to come out so harsh when he speaks. “We’re leaving.” He says, grabbing your wrist and pulling you away towards the nearest exit. “What? Why?” You ask but he doesn’t answer, having a firm grip on your wrist, nothing like the gentle touches he gives you.

“You do know we have maths, right?” You ask. It’s just a bit odd that he’s willing to miss his favorite subject. He pulls you more forward and directs you to his car, opening the door and (my roughly) pushing you in before walking to the other side and getting in too, starting the car and driving away. You stay quiet during the drive, trying not to seem like enjoying it while he just simply stares ahead with a hard glare.

You look around and you gaze falls on his hands gripping the wheel, and you can’t help but wonder how it’d feel if he were gripping on your waist, hips, thighs... maybe your ass or boobs.

Not long after, he makes it to his house and quickly parks his car in the driveway, opening the door and getting out before walking to your side and pulling you out, directing you to the porch. Nolan easily unlocks and opens the door before leading you inside, slamming the door shut and kissing you possessively after pressing you against the nearest wall.

His action takes you by surprise, your eyes widening at the sudden movement and amount roughness, taking a few seconds before actually kissing him back, which takes lesser than you thought. He harshly grabs your wrists and pins them above your head against the wall, making a small whine escape you and let him take the opportunity to shove his tongue in...

Being much more different than his usual soft strokes against your lips in between the kiss and waits for you to grant him permission before his tongue enters your mouth. You feel one of his hands leave your wrist and moving down to your ass and giving it a hard spank, making you lightly jump with a small noise of surprise as he then grabs a handful of it, squeezing while his other hand makes sure to secure both of your wrists.

His hand snakes under the skirt of your dress and your thighs instinctively press together, already feeling incredibly turned on and wetness escaping you at his dirty actions that are nothing you’re used to at. He breaks the kiss when his hand finds your ass cheek, feeling it completely bare and noticing that you don’t have panties on, your arousal already starting to drip to the top of your inner thighs.

“Naughty.” He says, his voice sounding thicker, raspy and more confident, the sound making you have to bite down on your lip but a muffled moan still escapes you. His hand moves to your front and his fingers come in contact with your soaked sex, spreading your folds and teasing your entrance by only pushing in the tips of his fingers.

You move a bit forward to press your lips against his own again, but he moves back before you can reach him, not wanting to give you exactly what you want due to what you did to him. You let out another whine in response and he looks up at you who instantly looks down, feeling somewhat threatened just by his gaze.

Nolan’s other hand leaves your wrists to start to push your dress up, pulling it off and seeing that nothing’s under. The dress falls to the floor and you press your wrists against the wall again, seeing him having a pleased look as soon as you do so. His index and middle finger push in again, this time going deeper until his knuckles are practically in, making you let out a small moan.

You’ve always liked the feeling of how deep his fingers could reach in. His fingers start to slowly move in and out, at first, but he soon finds a rough and steady rhythm, his wrist easily moving back and forth, letting him make you moan and gasp loudly at his fingers curling, reaching the perfect spots.

Your back starts to arch off the wall while you groan loudly, the noise getting muffled by your teeth sinking in your bottom lip as your eyes squeeze shut at the uncontrollable pleasure you’re already receiving. his free hand goes to your waist and pushes you back, making sure to keep you completely pressed against the wall.

His thumb finds it’s way to your clit, adding pressure on it and drawing circles with it while he feels how your wetness starts to reach the palm of his hand. You feel your bottom lip starting to bruise and get sore due to still biting down on it, not wanting anybody unwanted to hear your noise and probably make a noise complaint.

You feel how your already getting close to your high, the harsh pressure on your clit helping you with your orgasm closing in much faster than usual as well as making your legs feel weak, your knees closing together only for him to move his fingers even faster. And just as the most pleasurable orgasm’s about to hit you, he stops.

You lazily open your eyes to see him pulling his fingers away from you and to his mouth. “I was gonna-” “I know, but you’re not getting anything that you want. You’re not allowed to cum and you’re gonna let me do whatever I want to, understood?” He asks, making you feel another wave of arousal escape you while you slowly nod.

And just like that, he starts roughly kissing you again, his lips not taking long to leave yours and instead go to your neck, being determined to leave marks, something he usually didn’t do, at least not in visible places. Your wrists finally leave the wall and go to his hair, your fingers running through the soft waves of it.

One of his arms hooks around your lower back and pulls you closer while his other hand unbuttons and unzips his jeans as he bites roughly on your neck as well as sucking a few marks. He leaves you for a few seconds to push down his pants and boxers enough to free his erection as he then grabs your ass and pushes you up against the wall before slamming into you without a warning.

You let out a small scream at the sudden action, your arms going around his upper back to cling onto him in surprise, your scream being followed by a gasp. Even if you know that this time’s nothing like the other ones, you just can’t help but be surprised that he entered you without a single word. He always asked if you were sure, told you when he was about to go in and never did anything without having assurance that it’s what you want.

As soon as he’s fully inside, which is immediately, he wastes no time in quickly moving back and forth, giving rough thrusts and easily hitting your g-spot, something that usually wasn’t this pleasurable due to his soft and slow movements. Your screams turn louder while you throw your head back against the wall where your back arches off once again, not being used to getting pounded so hard.

Nolan’s grip on your thighs increases, starting to form handprints while he moves his hips back and forth at a fast pace, causing his jeans and boxers to slowly move downwards, exposing more of him. His thrusts start to make you move up and down at his force, making a loud noise come out of your mouth every time he pushes back in.

One of your hands go to the back of his neck while the other one goes to the upper part of his arm to grip on him tightly as his hands start slipping off of you, an arm having to go around your lower back while the other one finds its way to place itself under your ass to keep you up, your legs lowering from their previous hiked up position at how weak his movements make you feel...

Only for them to get weaker with his thrusts becoming harder. You feel your orgasm quickly starting to build up again, your stomach tying together in tighter knots, threatening to untie in any moment while his dick starts pulsing inside of you. Your inner walls start to squeeze him tighter, making his heavy breaths turn into pants, his harsh and forceful thrusts turning into sloppy ones.

And at some point, you reach your orgasm with loud screams, followed by him who reaches his own and stills himself for a moment while your arm tightens around him, pulling him closer as your other hand grips on his arm tighter, a gasp leaving you at the feeling of his cum filling you and your own starting to slip out.

He gently pulls out after finishing and carefully places you on your feet, keeping his arms around you once he notices your legs seeming like giving up on you. He pulls up his pants and boxers, zipping them and buttoning them again as he then helps you to the couch of his living room, letting you lay on top of him while he swallows thickly in hopes of getting rid of the dry throat he has.

“S- Sorry.” He says, feeling a bit embarrassed of the things he did and said. “Don’t be, I loved it.” You say, still a bit out of breath. “Re- Really?” He asks with a nervous voice and a small tone of surprise as you nod against his neck as an answer. “Just make sure to be more strict next time.” You say and he gives you a questioning look. “You said I couldn’t cum without your permission.” You explain.

“Are you really gonna work with Gabe and ditch me?” He asks after a few quiet seconds. “Nah, I just said it tomake you jealous.” You shrug. “I’m not jealous.” He says, not wanting to admit. “At least not anymore. But you were jealous.” You say with a confident look on your face.

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