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diaryofabeautyfiend · 3 years

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It Had to be Witches

Dean and Sam are on a hunt at Rowena’s request. When Sam is out of commission, Dean has to work with you.

Warnings: Unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it!) male oral receiving, fingering, mention’s of witchcraft, brief mentions of ritual style murders, brief mention of animal sacrifice, Dean is a sad boy.

Word count: 3567

All written and proofread (poorly) by me. All mistakes are my own. Please don’t copy or repost my work. Likes are great and I’ll love you forever if you repost and comment. Thanks for reading.

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Sam and Dr. Philips examined each of the women’s bodies. Carved into their limbs were runes consistent with the ones Rowena described. She said she was sending an expert who lived in the area but the boys hadn’t made contact yet.

“The other agent who was just here asked the same questions. Don’t you guys talk to each other?” Dr. Philips covered the bodies. Some of the women he knew personally.

“Different departments. You said he was just here? How long ago?”

“She. Her name is Diana Luna. She’s down at the evidence locker. All the women had the same necklace. She went to check it out.”

Sam thanked the doctor and set off to find you. First he called Dean. “Looks like Rowena’s story checks out. Her expert was just here. The bodies were marked with runes and all of their tongues cut out. And, get this, they all had the same necklace. Maybe a coven?”

“Of course. Of course it’s witches, Sam. Look, don’t go far. I’m on my way.” Sam was sitting on a bus bench reading coroner's reports when you approached him. Due to the nature of the case, Rowena insisted the elder Winchester carry out the task at hand. “Use Sam as bait.” she instructed.

“Agent Cornell? I’m agent Luna from the Lansing office.” You extended your hand. “Director Macleod sent me.”

“Yeah, I bet she did. Bring me up to speed.”

“Sure. I’ve got what you’re looking for right here.” You blew a very potent powder in his face knocking him out. You put the lankier Winchester into your truck and sped back to your house. Getting his dead weight up the stairs was a task but you did it. “Sweet dreams, Sam.”

Dean searched the entire town square for Sam with no luck. He tried his phone again and it was going directly to voicemail. Sam could hold his own against any witch but Dean was still worried. As he unlocked the door to the Impala, he heard you call his name over his shoulder and turned his head to see who was speaking. You blew the dream dust into his face rendering him unconscious.

He was heavier than he looked. You shoved him into the back seat and pried the keys from his hand. Baby growled angrily when she started but you had her purring for you in no time. You drove him back to your house and dragged him inside where you intended to tie him up. Rowena coached you on all their tricks. You took off his jacket, rolled up his sleeves and divested him if anything sharp. With his wrists and ankles bound in a pretty decent slip knot you splashed his face with water to wake him.

“Morning, handsome.” he smirked as you wiped his face.

“Big mistake, sweetheart. I’m guessing you’re the one we’re looking for.”

“Pretty and dumb. Rowena was right and you would be guessing wrong. Her name is Teresa Wilson. She came seeking asylum with our coven a few months ago. Said her whole order was obliterated. Turns out, she wasn’t exactly who she said she was.”

His face split into a cocky grin, “They never are. What do you want with me?”

“You need to help me find her. Rowena gave me a locator spell. When I cast the spell, I’ll need your fancy bullets. Problem is…”

He laughed heartily, “Problem is you can’t touch ‘em, am I right, sweetheart?”

“You would be correct.”

“And what’s in it for me?”

You took a step back just out of his reach just in case, “If you help me I’ll let your brother live.”

He strained against the ropes veins bulging in his forearms. “If you touch one hair on his head I’ll rip you apart myself. You hear me, witch?”

Your nails dug sharp into the meat of his cheeks so he would look at you. “Relax, baby. Your brother is safe. He’s asleep upstairs dreaming of puppies and rainbows as we speak. But if you don’t help me, he’ll never wake up. And, Dean, when I kill someone, it sticks. No resurrections for Sammy this time.”

You’ve never seen a human man snarl before. It was pretty cute. Rowena warned you not to be mesmerized by his sweet face and his Disney Princess eyes but you couldn’t help it. The man looked like he would, in fact, rip you apart. And, Hecate help you, you wished he would. You traced a finger along his sharp stubble covered jaw. His eyes turned up to look into yours, throwing daggers at you. “Anyone ever tell you how cute you are when you’re angry?”

“All the time. Get to the spell so I can take my brother out of here.” he growled.

“It’s not time. If I untie you, are you gonna be a good boy or do I have to hit you with my knock out dust again?” You couldn’t take your eyes off of his perfect lips smiling at you.

“Sure, mommy, I’ll be a real good boy.”

You knelt in front of him and parted his knees slightly to undo the first knot. “Such a smart ass.” He growled low in his throat when you peered at him through your lashes. His dick grew painfully hard against his jeans as you slid your hand up his legs to maintain balance. Of course you noticed though he tried to squeeze his thighs together to hide his arousal. “Do you like me like this, Dean?”

Of course he did. You were just his type. A little bratty but you had a good heart. Rowena told them about you. The little warrior for the Grand Council. They constantly sent you to do their dirty work and you did so without question like a good soldier. No wonder Rowena paired the two of you. You were the female version of him. “Like what?” His voice was low and dripping with need.

“On my knees for you. Looks like you do.” You winked at him but he looked away embarrassed.

It had been a long time since he felt a woman wrapped hot around him. Everything in him wanted to follow your siren song and happily crash. He couldn’t do it. This story always ended bloody. “You couldn’t handle it, sweetheart.” He peered down at the bulge in his pants. So did you. Your core heated at the thought.

“Is that a dare or a double dare?.” He spread his legs and licked his lips inviting you to take what you wanted. You shook it off and focused on the task at hand. “Well in any case, I made you dinner. Pot roast, potatoes, peas and carrots. Eat if you want.”

It did smell amazing. His stomach growled remembering that all he had was coffee this morning. The living room and kitchen were well lit and warm. He felt at peace in this place. More so than the bunker where it could sometimes feel clinical and cold. “You got a pretty nice place here. You all alone?”

A sly smile played on your lips, “Just me.” You sat the plate down in front of him with a cold beer and a bottle opener. The oven timer dinged and, when you opened the door, the aroma of cinnamon and spice wafted through the air.

“That pie?” He sounded choked up.

“Apple. I have an orchard in the back. Rowena filled me in on how to keep you happy.” You sit it on the windowsill to cool while you ate. “I can’t have you bashing me over the head and running off before we kill this bitch.”

He shoveled a fork full of potatoes and gravy into his mouth humming in appreciation. “Why me? You had Sam here. He’s much better at this witch stuff than I am. Why drag me out here?”

“You’re more reliable when making difficult decisions. You’re what I need. Another beer?” He nodded breathing in the soft floral scent that wafted off of your skin as you moved.

You didn’t offer any further information and Dean thought that was probably for the best. If he got in his head about the situation he would lose his nerve and that can’t happen. That’s how people die. As of late, Sam has had a lot on his mind. Dean would have to shoulder this burden. At least Sammy was getting some rest.

The two of you shared a comfortable silence only marred by silverware hitting ceramic. “Well that was delicious. Thank you….umm…I don’t think I caught your name.”

“I didn’t give it to you. I��m Y/N. But I wouldn’t mind if you kept calling me sweetheart. Pie?”

Dean's heart beat hard in his chest at the thought of calling you sweetheart “Maybe a little. So when do we do this thing?”

“Eat your pie then meet me outside. I have to prepare.” You slipped out the back door down a dimly lit path to your cauldron. You threw in the mandrake and tobacco. Last was the chicken that you had to slaughter. You grabbed a hen from her coop and stabbed her with your athame. It made a terrible sound which sent Dean flying through the back door ready to fight.

“What the hell was that?”

“Chicken.” You allowed the rest of its blood to drain and discarded the carcass. “periisti. lates. Ego te quaero. I vestrum adprehendet vos.” You chanted over and over until a glowing beacon appeared. “We have to follow it.” The orb circled the two of you then floated towards the Impala. You retrieved his keys from your pocket and started off for the car.

“Whoa whoa whoa. What are you doing?”

“Following the orb.” He grabbed your arm as you started to slide into the driver’s seat.

“No one drives my baby but me. You sit shotgun.” He impatiently waited for you to scoot over. When you reached for the radio he slapped your hand away. “Are you serious?!”

“What? There were other decades besides the 70’s.” He bit his lip and flared his nostrils letting out an unsettling growl. “Driver picks the music.”

“You are a child. Just drive. The spell won’t last forever” you huffed.

“So, just you huh? No boyfriend? Girlfriend?” You didn’t answer keeping your eyes trained on the orb. “Yeah me neither. Maybe later we can grab a drink.”

“My god. Can you keep it in your pants until we’re done? It took a left!”

He sped up taking off after it, “I see it. So that’s not a no.” That was all the invitation he needed. The truth was you would have given it up the moment those green eyes stared into your soul.

“It’s not a no. Let’s focus.”

Baby ate up miles of dirt road before reaching the highway. A couple of miles ahead the orb sped for an exit into town. You were led to the motel where the boys were staying. The door to their room was wide open and there Teresa stood bathed in the light of the orb. You bid it a job well done and sent it on its way.

Teresa, caught off guard, quickly muttered a spell pinning Dean to the wall, sending the gun skittering away. You faced each other down while Dean struggled. “She’s a kid!” he groaned in pain.

“I’m nineteen thank you. You don’t have to do this Y/N. Come on. We’re sisters. We share the same DNA. Let’s take them on together.” Tears welled in your eyes. You may have been blood but you weren’t sisters. She grew up far out of the Grand Council’s reach while you were their trained lap dog.

“Only half little sister. You’re hopped up on enough stolen magic to power the entire city. The Grand Council sent me to take you down. Adiuro te in nomine Hecate. Adiuro te in nomine Dianae. Tuae vires cum luna decrescant.” you chanted. She fought back but the binding spell was powerful. She didn’t have enough magic to hold Dean and fight you so she let him go. When he regained composure, he dove for the gun.

Without warning, Teresa gained the upper hand. She held out her arm and used all of her might to pull you towards her. Blood stained tears fell from your eyes as you struggled to breath. With every last ounce of strength you had you doubled down on the binding spell long enough to hold her so that Dean could put her down. The blast of the shot filled the small motel room filling your ears with a high pitched whining. You collapsed onto the floor where Dean scooped you into his arms.

“Hey, Y/N. Wake up. Stay with me. Shit.” He carried you to the car and gingerly set you down next to him. The drive back to your house felt long. When he got you inside he placed you on the couch and called Rowena.

“Is it done then?” she asked in her thick Scottish brogue.

“Yeah but your girl’s unconscious. She’s breathing but she used a lot of magic. A lot. I don’t think you’ll be calling on her anytime soon.”

“Keep her warm, Dean. I’ll be there soon.” The line went dead. He sat on the floor in front of you and brushed your hair from your eyes.

“Sweetheart, you need to wake up. We were supposed to grab that drink, remember?” He pressed his lips to your temple lingering there for a moment when he heard Rowena’s laugh trill behind him.

“I should add matchmaker to my long list of talents. Out of the way, Dean. I’ll get your girl fixed right up.” She patted his hand and pushed him aside.

His face flushes hot burning all the way to his ears. ”She’s not my girl.”

“Of course. Now, what seems to be the trouble, dear?” She placed her hands on your head. Her eyes glowed as she spoke over you. Your lashes began to flutter and you woke up. “There she is. Good as new.” You and Dean exchanged a look. “That appears to be my cue to go check on Samuel.”

“Thank you, Rowena.” your voice was hoarse barely above a whisper.

“Not at all, dear.”

Dean pulled you into his lap rocking you gently, “You scared the hell out of me, sweetheart.”

“I had to stop her. She hurt too many people.” You felt guilty for ending her but even guiltier for letting her go as far as she did. Guiltier still for not pushing harder to be in her life. “It was my fault.”

“Hey, no it wasn’t. What? You think you should have been a better big sister? You didn’t lead her down this path, Y/N.” You rested your head on his shoulder “All these years and all the stupid fucked up shit Sam and I did, I blamed myself. I took on that burden. Alone. It’s a lonely awful place to be. I’m begging don’t do that to yourself.” He held your face in his hands forcing you to look at him. He wanted to kiss you. You would have let him if he leaned in. Instead he brought you back down to his chest just to hold you. He saw so much of himself in you. You were headstrong and self righteous but your intentions were altruistic.

You melted into his arms so lost in him that you didn’t hear Sam and Rowena slip out. Dean offered his brother only a small nod to let him know you were ok. He had several texts from Eileen anyway. Happy to see his brother didn’t have to spend another night alone, he went back to the bunker.

You sat in silence for a while when you started yawning. “Shit. What time is it?”

“After midnight. I should get outta here.” You untangled yourself from his grasp but didn’t stand. His hands stayed respectfully at the small of your back. You locked eyes with him. Your core tingled as he brushed errant hair from your forehead.

“Or you could stay. We haven’t had our drink yet. Though, you don’t need to get me drunk, handsome.” You kissed his jaw and down his neck working your way to his collarbone. A soft moan escaped his lips when you nipped at his neck. “I mean you enjoyed me on my knees and all.”

“As pretty as you looked,” his voice was low and gravelly, “And, I mean you looked gorgeous. We really shouldn’t.”

You genuinely pouted your lips backing off of your ministrations, “Why not? I want to. And you clearly want to. You’re a fucking legend, Dean. Show me just how legendary you are.”

He arched a brow at you and smirked in the way that only Dean Winchester does. “Flattery will get you everywhere, sweetheart.” Finally his lips were on yours. The force of his kiss took your breath away. It wasn’t predatory or greedy. It was slow and sensuous bordering on hunger. His whole body was hungry for you. Dean Winchester was hungry constantly looking for something to fill the hole inside him. For the moment, that was you. He felt like he was floating and was suddenly very warm. If he stopped kissing you he knew he would just stop breathing. He couldn’t bare the thought.

“What are you doing to me?” His chest heaved. “I feel like I’m on fire.” Surely this must be a spell or enchantment. He pulled you back in for more but this time his hands strayed from your back. They traveled to your hips then under the hem of your shirt to feel your flesh warm against him. He had to feel you. To be inside of you. Deft fingers unbuttoned your jeans. Without breaking the kiss he stroked your clothed core working up a rhythm that flooded you with arousal.

“Touch me, Dean. Please” you cried. Pushing your panties aside his fingers explored your dripping pussy. His pace is maddening. Your hips snapped fucking back hard. “Fuck, Dean. So good. I need your cock. Want you to split ne open.”

“You’ve got a filthy mouth, Princess. Come for me and I’ll give you what you want.” And so you gushed around him moaning like a witch on fire. When your heart slowed to a normal rhythm you stripped naked. Before he could get undressed he took a moment to kiss and touch every inch of you. If this was only for tonight he wanted to savor you. “God you’re beautiful.”

“So are you.” You pulled him up and undressed him, never once breaking eye contact. His cock was red and weeping just aching to be touched.

On your knees in front of him you took the whole burning thing in your mouth. To Dean, you were the most stunning creature to exist. You swirled your tongue around the head while you hollowed your cheeks sucking him in deeper still.

“You’re doing so well, sweetheart. Fuck that feels good.” His hands grasped the back of your head keeping you steady while he fucked your face. It started feeling too good like he would blow his load in your mouth. He had to feel your sweet cunt. “Let me feel you, baby. Fuck I need you.” You pulled off with a pop and climed into his lap. Both of you whimpered when you sank onto his length. The stretch was exquisite. Your pussy held him so tight. You ground your clit over his pubic bone while he fucked into you with a brutal pace. “You feel so good. M’not gonna last. Come for me, baby. I need it.” Your twat fluttered around him, milking him for all he was worth. You kissed once more fighting to hang on to the last tendrils of tenderness and warmth that you could.

“Stay. Please. Just for tonight” you whispered.

He tightened his grip on you. “Of course, sweetheart. All night.”

He hated to leave you but the sun rose like a beacon calling him away. If he didn’t leave then, he wouldn’t have ever left. Last time he stuck around and fell in love, he had to learn the hard way that he could never have this. Maybe he would call you the next time he swung through town. Maybe you’d spit in his face for bailing. He brushed the hair off your forehead and kissed your temple. “Bye, sweetheart.”

You woke when you heard the Impala roaring to life in your driveway. He left a square of paper with a phone number scrawled in pencil “I’ll always answer. -DW” You put on your robe, went down to your cauldron and threw it in with a few bundles of sage and some witch hazel to sever any feelings. On the next full moon, you’d do a cord cutting to make sure it sticks.

“See you around, handsome.” In his eleven hour drive back to the bunker, any feelings that you have would slowly fade. The two of you would go back to being too afraid to feel and far too afraid to fall in love. Dean wouldn’t hear from you again. He wouldn’t really remember where you lived. But, every time he drove through Michigan, he’d feel a twinge in his chest. And, no matter how many rituals you did, you’d feel him too.

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mummybear · 3 years

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Borrowed Time - Chapter Two - Sexting

Words: 2352

Warnings: Swearing, Sexting, Dirty Talk.... think that’s it! :)

Pairing: Dean Winchester X Reader

Bingo Square: Sexting - @spnkinkbingo

A/N: So this is part two of the mini series guys! There will be a few bingo squares featuring in the series too. Thank you to my lovely beta as always @negans-lucille-tblr, I really hope you guys all enjoy part two! :) Let me know! If I have missed you off the taglist please let me know and if you wanted to be added to any of my taglists they’re open too :)

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After Dean drives away, you take a shaky breath and finally head inside. This definitely wasn’t something you’d expected to happen today, but now he’s all that you can think about. His kisses had been like a drug, your head was still swimming from the effect they’d had on you, and your lips are still tingling.

Unlocking your front door you head inside, still in somewhat of a daze as you walk upstairs and make your way into the bathroom. Hoping that maybe a nice hot shower can clear your mind a little. You quickly strip out of your clothes and climb into the hot stream of water, sighing in relief when the water finally hits your skin. Yet your thoughts are still going back to the time you’d spent in Dean’s car, the way that he’d held you close with those big strong arms, big capable hands that wouldn’t leave your skin, and you swear that you can still feel his touch everywhere; warm, firm and desperate to keep you close. You force yourself to ignore the flutter between your thighs at the mere memory of Dean and his touch, and quickly finish washing up. You step out of the shower on slightly shaking legs, you’re not sure if it’s from the heat of the shower or from the sheer arousal being caused by your racing thoughts.

You wrap yourself in your towel, and head to your room to start getting dressed. You’ve barely managed to get your underwear on when you hear the ping from your phone, telling you that you’ve just received a text. You finish towel drying your hair and toss the towel into the dirty hamper, before going to check your phone.

You’re a little surprised to find a text from Dean - you hadn’t expected one this soon, but that doesn’t stop you from smiling like an idiot at your phone. You open the new message feed, chewing on your bottom lip as you read the messages.

> Hey sweetheart, just thought I’d let you know I finally made it to my hell for the night, so feel free to keep me company😉

You bite your lip as you consider what Dean Winchester’s hell might look like, especially considering that he hadn’t mentioned any plans before he’d left. But you’re glad he’s texted so that you can keep him company, because the last thing on your mind right now is concentrating on any assignments, even though that’s probably what you should be doing. You briefly consider your reply before you type it out.

< Hey Dean, I wasn’t expecting to hear from you so soon… someone is keen 😜 Well what exactly does your hell look like?

You hit send and lay down on your bed, doing your best to get comfortable as you wait for a reply, all thoughts of getting dressed further had been pushed to the back of your mind. You grin to yourself when you receive his reply.

> I am very keen sweetheart 😉 I don’t think that’s exactly been a secret though has it?

> I won’t bore you with details, but I’ve been dragged to some stupid party by a friend of mine. How about you? What are you doing right now?

< Very true Dean, you’ve got me there. Subtly is not exactly your strong suit 😂

< Aww you poor baby! I told you, you should’ve stayed here… As it happens I just had a nice hot shower and now I’m laying in bed texting you 😏

You can’t help but giggle to yourself as you hit send, and you almost immediately see those little three dots appear on your screen to tell you he’s replying. He wanted you to distract him, you’re pretty sure that did the trick.

> You’re such a little tease sweetheart. And not to be that guy but… what are you wearing?😏

< Oh wow 😲 I am shocked! Such a pervert Dean! 😜

> Don’t pretend you don’t love it and there is no way you’re surprised by that!

> And you didn’t answer the question princess…

You look down your body and smile to yourself, feeling a blush burning it’s way across your skin as a thought comes to mind. You’re interested to see just how far you can push him, before he snaps and decides to do something about your teasing. There’s this strange pull you’ve always felt towards him, even if you’d tried to deny it. But since the two of you had kissed that feeling is so much stronger, and dare you admit that you have feelings for a man you can never really have. Soon enough he’ll be leaving your life to take over a business, he’s already told you this can only last a limited time, so why are you so disappointed? You try to ignore the uneasy feeling and decide to lose yourself in the moment, and quickly type out your next message.

< Hmm, I guess I didn’t answer… But I’m sure you’d be terribly bored looking at me right now. After all, I'm only wearing these red lacy panties and matching bra, all alone in bed. It’s very boring 😋

> Fuck sweetheart. Are you a constant tease?

> Can I at least get a sneak peak? You gonna show me what I’m missing?

You bite your lip and squeeze your thighs together. You’d never done anything like this, you’d especially never sent anyone a picture of you like this before. But you don’t want to tell him that. You don’t want Dean to think that he is pushing you in any way, because the truth is you’re tempted to send him what he wants and so much more.

< Hmm… maybe you could try and persuade me to show you. But what do I get in return?

You’re a little nervous as you hit send, but to your surprise his reply is almost instant.

> I’m sure I can find somewhere private to show you just what you do to me sweetheart. 😉 I’m just betting that the real thing looks even better than what I’m imagining right now. Haven’t stopped thinking about that perfect little mouth of yours since I dropped you off, I was hard as a damn rock driving here.

Swallowing thickly as you reread the message for the third time, you can’t help but whimper as the thought of him between your legs rushes through your mind.

> Mmm you’re thinking about it right now aren’t you? Getting yourself all wet and worked up? All I could think about was dragging you into my lap and making you squirm 😉

“Shit,” you whisper aloud to yourself, feeling the blush rising in your cheeks, as you see exactly what he’s describing playing out in your mind, almost mixing with your real memories in that front seat. Chewing your bottom lip, you shakily type out your reply.

< I haven’t stopped thinking about it. Almost had to touch myself in the shower because I was thinking about what we could’ve gotten up to, about what I wish would’ve happened.

< I bet you’d love to know just how wet I am right now? 😏 Well so you know… I think it’s safe to say these panties are ruined now 😏

> Fuck baby. Come on, show me. What I wouldn’t give to have you in my lap right now, need a bit of help to hide just how fucking hard you make me. Instead I’m improvising. I’ll bet you could give me something to focus on, not that it would make my current situation any less obvious 😉

You wish you were with him right now too, just thinking about the fact that he’s hard because he’s thinking about you, and that has your mind running a mile a minute. What was he thinking about? How was he imagining you? What would his reply be to a sexy picture from you? How hard could he make you come?

Nerves grip you tightly as you change onto your camera app. You adjust yourself slightly in bed, wiping your sweaty palms on the duvet as you do. You decide you want to keep your pose as simple as possible, since this is your first time. You find the best angle to take the photo, laying on your back slightly off to the side, you snap several photos and then decide to go through them. Surprisingly you manage to find one you’re happy with. You can see your lingerie perfectly, every one of your curves accentuated just right, and the photo starts at your clamped together thighs, where you can see your thumb tucked into the waistband of your panties, pulling down the edge teasingly, and goes no further than you biting your lip. So at least your face isn’t visible, you don’t need this photo coming back to bite you in the ass if the worst comes of it.

Before you can change your mind, you hit send, and you feel like you’re holding your breath from the moment he receives the message up until you see those little dots appearing. You feel your heart starting to race when those dots appear and disappear several times. Before you can type out another message to ask if everything is okay, you hear your text tone sound repeatedly.

> Son of a bitch! Where the fuck were you hiding all of that?

> You naughty girl 😉😏

> Fuck I always thought you’d look hot in red. Guess that’s my suspicions confirmed. I’d literally kill to bite that lip of yours right now.

> Sorry about the delay. I had to hide in the damn bathroom, you got me fully worked up now. Couldn’t hide this if I damn well tried 😜

You can’t help but giggle at the onslaught of messages, but there’s no denying the blush that stains your cheeks. You weren’t expecting that kind of reaction, not from someone like Dean, who had no doubt seen it all before. Not that there’s any part of you that’s complaining.

< Very glad that you approve, Mr Winchester. Should I be expecting some sort of retaliation then?

> Mmm baby girl, you wanna see what you do to me? How fucking hard my cock is right now… thinking about being anywhere near that sweet pussy of yours.

You whimper at the mere idea of his hard cock being within touching distance, and another wave of arousal washes over you. You’re not sure if you’ve ever been this wet in your entire life.

> Yeah, show me baby, please 😏I want to see what I’m letting myself in for. Wanna see just how bad you’re gonna ruin me for every other man.

Less than a minute later your phone pings, and you open the message immediately, feeling like you’ve swallowed your tongue and lost the ability to breathe, all in the space of ten seconds. His cock is fucking perfect, just like the rest of him. One of his big hands is wrapped around the thickness, and God, it’s thick. You back arches at the mere thought of him being inside you - you’re pretty sure you’ll be able to feel him inside you for weeks after you have him.

< Jesus, Dean! Where the hell have you been hiding that!?

< You’re so big baby, you’re gonna be a tight fit. But I can’t wait to watch my pussy stretch around your thick cock. You gonna be rough with me Dean? Make me scream?

Those dots are back and your heartbeat is in your throat, you can feel the throb between your legs becoming increasingly uncomfortable.

> Such a filthy little mouth. Oh I’ll be rough sweetheart, don’t think I’ll be able to stop myself. Can’t wait to hear you beg for my cock, bet you’re gonna sound so pretty. But I’m not gonna give it to you… not straight away 😏

You quickly force yourself to type a reply, but that’s interrupted when your phone starts to ring in your hand. You hadn’t realised before but your other hand is pressed between your thighs, resting against the thin soaked lace of your panties.

Your breath catches in your throat as you answer the phone and hear his deep breathy voice on the other end.

“Sweetheart? You there?” his voice is ragged, and almost desperate as he speaks.

“Dean, I need you. Come back please? You look like you could use some help with that very big problem,” you moan, barely even recognising your own wrecked voice.

Dean groans deeply, and you hear him moving around on the other end of the phone.

“I can’t baby, I told them I’d stay another few hours. But I promise you the second I get out of here, I’m all yours.”

You sigh and push down the grumble of disappointment.

“It’s okay, I get it, I won’t hold it against you,” you giggle, hearing him sigh in what sounds like relief. “What? Did you think I was gonna throw a bitch fit?”

“Honestly, I wasn’t sure. I wouldn’t blame you if you did, but it didn’t really seem like your style. Thank you for understanding, I promise I’ll be there as soon as I can get away,” he assures you, and you can tell he feels guilty, which of course is madness, he has no reason to feel that way.

“Don’t worry, have fun! Besides it’s not like you’re my real boyfriend, I don’t expect you to ask how high when I say jump,” you laugh, but very quickly you feel like you’ve said the wrong thing.

His laugh is humourless and his reply is very clipped and stiff.

“Yeah, guess you’re right. I’ll see you soon, sweetheart.”

The phone goes dead, and you can’t help but worry as you stare at your phone like it just burned you. You sigh, feeling so many mixed emotions swirl around your head, from lust to disappointment and back again. You pull on your thin lace dressing gown, and head downstairs. You really need a drink to settle you somewhat, especially after all of that excitement. But you can’t help but wonder, had you just fucked up the best thing that had happened to you in months?

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mymoonagedaydream · 3 years

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Home (Part 1)

Summary: Two years ago, you’d left behind your hometown and the love of your life to pursue your dream career, but returning for Christmas really made you start to second-guess that decision.

Pairing: Bucky x y/n

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Language

Author’s Note: A Christmassy one for ya’ll! This story is inspired by the requests above from @shawnie--jo, thank you for those and for the inspo! I couldn’t fit everything into a oneshot, so this may end up being three or four parts.

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You stuffed your bag into the overhead locker and collapsed into your seat, completely exhausted.

Some chaos was to be expected when travelling so close to Christmas, but still, you really could've done without the three hour check-in queues and the chorus of screaming babies.

Leaning back in your chair and pulling on your headphones, you squeezed your eyes shut and just tried to think about all the things that would make this journey worth it, all the things you’d missed about Christmas with your parents.

The excitement on their faces as they greet you at the airport, your mother’s incredible home-cooking, your father’s insistence on playing charades three or more times a day. It was your first time visiting home since moving away two years ago, and you wanted the whole cosy, corny nine yards.

There was just one teensy little caveat to your relaxing family holiday- two years away from home meant two years since you'd seen Bucky.

You were childhood sweethearts, head over heels in love with each other for as long as you could remember and best friends for even longer. When you were offered a job across the country, you wanted so much for him to move with you, but he’d already promised his father that he’d take over the family car-repair business.

It was the most difficult decision of your life, but eventually the two of you agreed there was no choice but to separate.

Being away from him tore you apart for the first few months, but now you'd finally gotten back on your feet, and you were ready to come face to face with your past again.

Or so you thought.

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Your parents pulled you into a tight bear-hug as soon as you walked through arrivals, taking your bags, talking your ear off and quickly ushering you to the car.

Amongst all the excited babbling, you just about managed to discern that they’d planned a welcome home party for you that night with half the neighbourhood, an announcement which triggered a mix of dread and excitement to begin churning in your stomach.

You were looking forward to seeing your oldest friend again, you just hoped to god that things wouldn’t be weird or awkward between the two of you.

After a short drive, the car pulled up outside your childhood home. Just seeing it from the outside made you feel all warm and cosy but, as soon as you glanced through the door, those feelings were amplified off the charts.

The place looked incredible. Your mother had obviously put so much effort into making it look cosy and festive, you even felt yourself tearing up a little when you stepped inside. It was so elaborate, you had half a mind to interrogate her about a possible Christmas with the Kranks scenario going down prior to your arrival, but you decided it was probably best to just keep your mouth shut.

After you’d looked around properly and unpacked, it was only a matter of hours before the first guests started arriving.

You downed two beers to loosen yourself up a little. Each time the bell went, your eyes snapped towards the door, the sound making your heart leap out of your chest. It felt like you were waiting to find out whether that hard mass in the bottom of your stocking was a big-ass diamond or a lump of coal.

When Bucky finally appeared in the doorway, your jaw almost hit the shag carpet. The last two years had been unreasonably good to him, he looked like James Dean but somehow even more buff.

The boy you'd left behind had become a man in your absence and sweet Jesus it was really making you feel some kind of way.

His eyes were frantically scanning the room but he hadn't spotted you yet, so you took the opportunity to sneak up behind him and tap him on the shoulder.

‘Hey, stranger.’

He swivelled round, his eyes lighting up when they met yours. Before he said a word, you were pulled into a tight hug, audibly gasping when you were lifted clean off the ground.

‘Where the hell you been, Lilypad?’

You burst out laughing, remembering falling into a pond on your seventh birthday and him never, ever letting you live down. A wave of happy memories flooded your mind, making you smile widely as he set you down.

‘Still the same old Yucky.’

‘Hey, we agreed you wouldn't call me that anymore.’

‘I'll stop calling you Yucky when you stop calling me Lilypad.’

The corners of his mouth curled into a mischievous smirk. ‘Never.’

And just like that, it felt as though you'd never left.

You were excited to be with your old friend again, you were happy that there seemed to be no awkwardness between the two of you, and you were really doing your very best to suppress all the other intense feelings that had surfaced as soon as he’d walked through the door.

‘Come on, I'll get you a drink.’ You grabbed his arm and dragged him through to the kitchen, rummaging around in the fridge while he leant against the counter next to you. ‘Are you still working for your dad?’

‘Yep. He's hoping to retire in the next few years, so I'll finally be taking over.’

‘That's so great, you're pretty much set for life with that place.’

He nodded faintly, burying his hands in his pockets and flicking his gaze down to the floor. ‘So how, uh- how long are you back for?’

‘I'm flying back early on the 31st.’

‘You’re not even staying for New Year?’ The hint of disappointment in his voice made you immediately stop what you were doing and look over to him, his face going a little red as he shifted around awkwardly. ‘Ah, I bet you got loads of invites to big, crazy city parties.’

‘If you call staring at a computer screen until 3am and slowly spiralling into madness a party.’

You passed him a beer, his eyes staying fixed on the bottle as he mumbled. ‘All the work will be worth it one day though, right?’

‘I hope so.’

Your eyes locked, a heavy silence falling between you. This was exactly the kind of uncomfortable atmosphere you were dreading.

Panicking a little, you vaguely gestured towards the living room. ‘I should probably, y’know, mingle.’

‘Sure. I'll find you later though Lilypad, we gotta catch up some more.’

You gave him a warm smile and nodded, turning away and disappearing into the crowd.

The next couple of hours seemed to blur together. You made meaningless small-talk with people you barely knew, all the time just thinking about Bucky, about how quickly things had gone from fun and light-hearted to incredibly tense.

You just hoped you could get things back on a good track before you had to leave, losing him completely was the very last thing you wanted.

Shuffling into the kitchen to grab yourself another drink, you noticed him duck out the back door. He must've hit his socialisation limit. The two of you used to reach that point around the same time at parties, so you'd slink out together and share a cheap cigarette.

Abandoning your freshly opened beer on the counter, you followed him out, finding him tucked away around the side of the house.

‘Right on time.’

His head snapped towards you, the cigarette almost falling from his mouth as he shot you a wide smile. ‘Am I that predictable?’

‘I just know you too well.’

You leant against the wall next to him, hugging your arms tight as you felt yourself start to shiver, cause you were the kind of idiot that went outside in December wearing short-sleeves. Bucky noticed straight away, letting out a gruff chuckle as he shrugged his jacket off his shoulders and wrapped it round you.

‘That cushy city life has made you soft.’ He rubbed your arms a little, trying to warm you up, before eventually bringing his hands to rest on your shoulders and fixing his gaze to yours. ‘I'm really glad you're here, Lilypad. I've missed you.’

‘I've missed you too, Buck. I've missed a lot of things about this place.’

‘So why don’t you stay longer?’

‘Believe me, I was lucky to get this much time off.’

His eyes narrowed slightly, a concerned frown spreading over his face as he folded his arms across his chest. ‘Is everything alright? I haven't heard much about this job but so far it's pretty much been all negative.’

‘Oh, I do love it, honestly I-’

‘Why would you even try lying to me? You know I can always tell.’

You couldn’t help cracking a slight smile at his smug expression. He was right, the last time you’d managed to successfully lie to him was in first grade when you told him you didn’t know where his crayon sharpener had gone, knowing full well it was stashed in your pocket.

‘It's just a lot.’ You rubbed your forehead exasperatedly. ‘Apart from the few hours of sleep I get each night, I'm pretty much constantly working. You asked earlier if it was worth it and, to be honest, I really don’t know.’

He nodded faintly, dropping his cigarette and crushing it under his foot, before opening his arms towards you.

‘C'mere.’

You didn't hesitate. Launching yourself towards him, you let him enclose you, squeezing your eyes shut and wrapping your arms around his neck.

‘You'll figure it out.’ He mumbled into your neck. ‘You always do.’

‘Thank you, Buck.’

After a minute or so, you both pulled away slightly, stopping when you came face to face. A lot of things about home had slipped your mind whilst you’d been away, but you’d never forgotten how gazing into Bucky’s piercing blue eyes made you feel.

That feeling had never changed, and you were sure it never would.

You dropped your hands to rest on his shoulders, your eyebrows shooting up when you noticed how rock-hard they were. ‘Jesus, Buck. I’ve only been gone for two years, have you been at the gym that whole time?’

‘Nope, just been working hard at the garage.’ What absolute bullshit. ‘But feel free to keep the compliments coming.’

You smirked and feebly shoved him away, turning to head back inside but stopping suddenly before taking a step. ‘Oh, you better pick that cigarette butt up or my mom will go ape shit.’

‘Good call.’

You slipped through the back door, passing his jacket back when he followed you in. The two of you couldn’t have been out there for more than a few minutes, but it seemed as though the crowd inside had really started thinning out.

Bucky’s parents strolled over when they spotted him, informing him of their intent to leave pretty soon too, so he gave you a long hug goodbye and made you promise that you'd see each other again before the end of the holidays.

The two of you had parted on a good note, which was all you’d wanted going into the party, but now you found that you were pretty keen to squeeze as many more good notes out of these next few days as you could.

It was probably best not to delve too deeply into the feelings behind that sentiment. So you didn’t.

You helped your parents tidy up, your eyelids drooping as the exhaustion from a long day of travelling and socialising finally set in. Just as you were about to head upstairs, your mother piped up, using her expertly crafted trying to appear casual despite being really very invested in what I’m asking tone.

‘It must've been nice seeing Bucky again.’

‘Oh yeah, definitely.’

‘He must've changed quite a bit since you were here last.’

You chuckled to yourself. ‘Physically, yeah, but he's still the same goofy dumbass he's always been.’

‘It's always a treat when he pops round, he's such a nice boy.’ A suspicious eyebrow crept up your forehead. ‘And he's still single y'know, he hasn't-’

‘Alright. That's my cue to go to bed.’

Your dad strolled over and gave you a firm pat on the back. ‘Good idea, sweetheart. Get out while you still can.’

‘Thank you. It's nice having one sane parent.’

‘Although, I do have to say, he has been very good to us since-’

‘Dad!’ He raised his arms in surrender, using one hand to zip up his mouth. ‘Lord help me. Goodnight, crazies.’

You quickly escaped up the stairs. Stumbling into your room and pulling on your pyjamas, you collapsed onto your bed, burying your face in the pillows and letting out a long, exhausted sign.

As you drifted off to sleep, all the stress of the day melted away, leaving a single thought to echo around your mind.

You’d really overestimated how over Bucky you were.

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Part 2

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herstarburststories · 4 years

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Pure Witch

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: While waiting for Rowena to help with a case, Dean distracts himself with the reader. Suddenly, the bar is under attack and you are the one who saves the Winchester brothers with magic. Dean didn't know you were witch-- but neither did you.

Warning: unprotected sex (y'all are better than that)

‘’Dean, can you focus for a bit, please?’’ Sam sighed, not for all surprised at his brother’s behavior but surely tired enough to cut him off. He had spent most nocturnal hours searching for a specific spell to save a victim from a herb coma after they didn’t find a hex bag that had probably been hidden by a sorceress. He’d finally given in and called the most powerful - perhaps more notably the only allied - witch they knew. Waiting for Rowena with less than two hours of rest while Dean ate hamburgers in heart attack form wasn’t comfortable. The fact that he was about to get up and flirt with a random woman when he was trying to be patient at her delay and not to freak out because of it was unlikely to help either.

‘’Come on, Sammy. What’s the point of saving people if you don’t get a little nookie once in a while?’’ He winked at the other Winchester just to be greeted with an eye roll. ‘’Also, Rowena is two hours late.’’

‘’Dean-- Dude, come on!’’ Sam protested when his older brother left the table, rubbing his hands on his jeans as he walked towards you.

‘’Hey, sweetheart. Can I sit?’’ Dean smirked at you and you nodded, waving your hand at the empty chair. If it was any usual day, you would be most likely to push him away with a dumb excuse, especially after he came up with cheap sweet talk, but he was pretty enough to entertain you a bit more, not to mention his velvet voice. Besides, it wasn’t a usual day. You could use a human shaped source of stress relief in a random bar. ‘’I have to say, you are drinking my favorite beer.’’

‘’Then you can have it,” you said, pushing the bottle to slip on the table. Dean grabbed it. ‘’Not really my kind. I like cocktail better.’’

‘’Cocktail over beer?’’ He arched his eyebrows, not so subtly judging your taste.

You put your hand on your chest, mouth wide open in a circular form while you talked in an offended yet playful manner: ‘’You come to my table and judge my favorite drink? Outrage! I am really hurt, you know? I might have to go lick my wounds now.’’

Dean features quickly changed from worried that he had somehow offended you and threw his chance with a hot girl away to amazed. Spicy girls, he liked that.

‘’Don’t worry about that, sweetheart. I could help you with your wounds.’’ He rolled his head to the side and licked his lips before taking a sip of his beer. You giggled, rolling your eyes at his cheap attempt of a flirtatious line.

‘’Well, since we are already talking about licking wounds, my name is (Y/N). And I think we can agree that a good, old whiskey is better than both of them.’’

‘’Dean Winchester, at your service.’’ The green-eyed man offered you a wide smile followed by a wink. ‘’Yeah, whiskey gets it all.’’

‘’After tequila, of course,” you teased, just to see which reaction you could get from him.

‘’Tequila is better than whiskey? You didn’t just say that.’’ Dean raised his eyebrows. It made you laugh at how indignant he seemed to feel about it. Head tilted to the side and gaze locked with your bright eyes, he remained on the topic. ’’It’s the same as saying that salad is better than burgers or that Bon Jovi is better than AC/DC.’’

I love what you’ve got

Let’s get together, baby

Yeah, we can get hot

The guitar echoes from the song trembled through the bar’s bathroom when Dean threw your back at the wall, pushing his knee between your legs as his lips met yours into a needy, violent kiss. A weak howl left your mouth once you felt his hardness tickling against your bare leg thanks to the little skirt that barely dressed you. It hiked up with the sudden movements, almost letting show what was underneath. Unfortunately, his jeans made it a bit frustrating. He was way too dressed than either of you would like. Both of you were.

Dean’s hands tightened around your waist in a possessive act; it was an unspoken desire to get more of you-- all of you right there.You pushed him away, devil grin on your lips as you watched his confused features replaced by feral, wild eyes when you unconfined yourself from your shirt. The pretty fabric of your green bra seemed to hold the green of his eyes to your breast, as if it was the only part of you that mattered.

The eldest Winchester denied his urge to ravish you just long enough to abandon his shirt as well as his flanel. In an instant, he was all over you again; licking your neck and going down to kiss your chest. You placed your hands on his shoulders to keep yourself steady. Your knees were too easily weakened at Dean Winchester’s touch to be considered trustworthy.

‘’Dean…’’ His name came out as a beg, a prayer for this man to give you what you needed. ‘’I want you inside me. Now. I’m so wet for you.”

‘’Fuck, sweetheart. You fucking get me when you talk like this.’’ He groaned in response, pecking your collarbone before he raised his head, locking his gaze with yours. His pupils were dilated, like a hunter’s glare when catching their prey. You could bet yours were awash in the same heat, full of lust and flaming hunger.

Opposed to losing any time, Dean put his hands on your back and lowered them while you unbuttoned his jeans, watching their particular path and enjoying how the naked parts of your body felt against his fingertips. He was certain that your pussy would feel just as good if he fucked you with his fingers, but he needed his cock inside you, and you felt such urgency for it, too. Perhaps later Dean could do all he wanted, in a bed or in the back seat of Baby. For the present time, the bedroom would be more than satisfying. He finally reached your ass, holding it as you gave into an impulse to jump.

You wrapped your legs around his waist as Dean pulled you up and pressed your body to the wall again as you finally finished unbuttoning his jeans, pushing the material down. Dean groaned in annoyance when he noticed that your skirt was lifted, but your panties were still on. You were visibly wet for his amusement, yet an obstacle to his need. Not willing to give away any further second, the hunter tore it apart.

‘’Hey, I liked that-- Dean!’’ Ultimately, your complaint was interrupted by Dean pushing into you. Fuck, it felt so good to have him inside you, his cock squeezed between your wet, tight walls. He held your thighs, mouth finding your breast in a kiss and then a bite. Dean pulled your bra, touching your erect nipple before pressing his tongue against it and sucking it. ‘’Dean!’’

His thrusts quickened in rhythm, and you tried to follow it, moving your waist to his pelvis. His cock pushed deeper and harder inside you, making you arch your back and groan when Dean found your G spot, repeatedly hitting there.

‘’Fuck, (Y/N). You feel so nice around my cock. Wet and tight, just like I like it. Your pussy is so good to me, sweetheart.’’

Your nails scratched his shoulders. You pulled him close, and Dean looked up at you, vivid green eyes reflecting what his body and groans already said; your body was his. At least it was for now. You didn’t care if your favorite lace was crumpled on the floor or if you were fucking an aleatory man without protection or even if you would leave marks on his back. All that you cared about was his cock deep inside you, fucking you, and it seemed like he felt just the same.

He leaned forward, catching your lips in a passionate kiss. His grip tightened around your skin as your mouth escaped his in tease, encountering Dean’s neck and sucking on it there. It won a soft grunt of him, almost a whine. You giggled between groans, soon sealing his lips to yours together once more. The two of you part only to moan each other’s name in intense pleasure as the pace of his thrusts hastened.

The bar’s rock playlist was replaced by rougher music: punching noises, chairs breaking and screams from the few people on the bar who quickly tried to hide or run. If an hour ago Sam cut a sharp glare at you and Dean walking to the bathroom, the last one was a victorious gesture at him while pointing at you. Currently, he was hopefully looking at the bathroom door stuck between killing a demon and fighting another when his brother finally appeared, followed closely by you. Both of you were disasters from wrinkled clothes to messy hair.

A ginger woman was hiding behind them and holding a book, flipping the pages fast as the boys furiously defended themselves from the things approaching them. ‘’Rowena!’’

‘’(Y/N), stay here!’’ he said in a commanding voice before running to Sam. They were fighting those human-looking creatures that shined when they got stabbed. It was clear that they weren’t normal and neither were their killers. You gulped, breathlessly watching the scene unfold in front of you. What could you do? You barely had any fighting skills other than self-defense. Besides, Dean and his partner seemed to know what they were doing. That is, if they were the good ones. What if you had just fucked an assassin?

‘’I’m trying, Samuel!’’ the redhead hissed, still skimming through the book’s writing. She appeared to be looking for something that she couldn’t find.

The things kept showing up and instead of just fighting, now one of them was able to throw things at Dean, Sam and Rowena. You were horrified. The new addition seemed to be a witch. But those weren’t real. Neither were things that died like there were storms inside them! What was happening?

The supposed witch gave the trio a bloody smile, taking calm steps to get to them. His hand gestured to the side, as if he was killing a mosquito, and Dean flew against the wall. Another move and Sam had the same destiny, seeming glued there next to his brother.

‘’Rowena, like the rat I knew you were. Looking for allies with the Winchesters? That is beyond humiliating, even for you,” the man talked sharply, disgust almost palpable in his tune. It was crystal clear that he thought he was better than the red-haired woman. Your blood fired up in your veins; you were scared and irate. The situation itself was similar to a horror movie’s scene, and the way he spoke towards her was just quite like a woman’s daily horror movie, especially when it came to the workplace. It hit a delicate spot for you. Dean and Sam tried to get away from whatever those things were with what you’d soon learn that was a spell that kept them stuck to the wall. ‘’You should thank me for being so merciful, rat.’’ He grabbed a strange knife and pulled his hand up, a malicious grin on his face as he pushed the lethal knife to Rowena.

Before he could finish his attempt, you screamed, ‘’NO! GET AWAY FROM HER!’’

The reflex on the blade twinkled, everyone’s attention on you. Dean was more nervous than before, Rowena was surprised, and the man looked like he had just heard a joke.

Glaring at you with a superior gaze, he moved his free hand. Instantly, you were slammed against the wall like the Winchesters. You hated it, feeling impotent. The fact that the man who put you through this state appeared to be unbothered himself with that only increased your anger, fear slowly sliding away to give room for your fury.

‘’The rat has a pet, too? How lovely. I might kill you first and then kill her with my knife stained with your blood. How does that sound to you, bitch?’’

‘’Leave her alone!’’ Dean shouted. His eyes never strayed, still connected with the vision of you.

‘’Standing up for the little rat and got a Winchester seal of worry? Forget about just killing you. It’s going to be a long torture. I’m going to make you my little pet before I kill you, bitch.’’

‘’Do you feel more like a man or whatever you are when you call me a bitch? Or when you call her a rat?’’ Your remark came angrily. Who did he think he was? You didn’t notice, but Rowena was searching for something in the book again. ‘’Your little ego gets rubbed when you do that? Maybe you get turned on? You are so fucking annoying, bitch.’’

‘’Respect me, whore.’’ Your throat started to close, the scarcity of air ravaging your lungs. ‘’I’m better than you and her. I’m more powerful than anyone in this room. You should be thankful that I’m directing words towards a little, arrogant slut like you. You fucking b--’’

His words filled all of your body with an intense savage rage. You didn’t think; you just wanted to make him quiet-- to bite back. Your eye color switched to a gloaming green, just like the smoke that filled the bar. An enormous noise was heard; the man had been thrown against the ceiling and then on the floor. His neck was noticeably broken, a pool of blood around his body. The earlier creatures ran away as Dean and Sam fell to the ground.

‘’What the fuck was that?’’ Dean asked, holding his gun up.

You didn’t look at them. You were shocked at yourself, glaring at your trembling hands. Their afterglow dissipated from white and green to the normal color. Your eyes had come back to normal as well, and the smoke was no longer around.

‘’Did I do that? He is dead. He is-- Oh my. What were those things? They weren’t human, right? And he wasn’t a human either? What happened to me? My hands, they--’’

Sam rested his hand on the barrel of Dean’s gun and tilted his hair sideways. You didn’t know what you had just done. You probably weren't aware of your nature. ‘’I’m Sam Winchester, Dean’s brother. She is Rowena, and I think you are like her. A, hm, witch. I guess you didn’t know that, yeah?’’

‘'I am what? No, that’s not possible. I don’t even know if I believe in God-- I’m probably an atheist,” you denied quickly, shaking your head side to side.

‘’Oh, darling. After all that you still believe that there is nothing else but humans?’’ Rowena grinned, empathic to your situation but mainly surprised by your ability.

‘’It’s certainly not the God I was taught to believe in!’’ Your face was pale and your damp eyebrows slightly raised together. ‘’I-- My. Are witches like, the higher power? Are you God?’’

‘’Well, I guess you could--’’

‘’Rowena, no.’’ Sam stopped her. He understood briefly what having a normal life and changing it abruptly to a supernatural one felt like. The way you were acting screamed nervousness. ‘’We were combating demons and a witch. I know that it is strange and surprising, but it’s real. Everything is real. Werewolves, vampires…'' He offered a gentle smile-- friendly, even. "Witches.’’

‘’God too, but He isn’t quite what we learn as kids. Neither are angels. Actually, most are assholes,” Dean tacked on, tucking his gun away under the hem of his shirt. He couldn't believe that he just had hot, sweaty sex with a witch. At least not even you knew that. You glanced at the three of them, completely disoriented.

‘’You are an Alstonia Sympathin. It is very rare. I myself thought your race was extinct,” Rowena said, gaining more confused glares from all of you. ‘’You know, how werewolves have a pureblood line? Well, she is like a pureblood witch.’’

Breathing deeply, you rubbed your throat in a futile attempt to calm yourself. ‘’What does it mean?’’

‘’You are one of the most powerful witches alive, darling.’’ She curved her lips in return, still holding the book to her chest as she answered, ‘’And you haven’t even started yet.’’

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spnwriter · 4 years

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Beyond frustrated

Summary: The reader can’t seem to get off. Sam presses her as to why she’s been so moody. When she admits that she’s horny. Sam offers to help out.

Warnings: Smut, Bondage, Oral, Unprotected sex (Wrap it before you tap it people), Insecure reader. This one’s a long one. Enjoy!

I was thankful when the guys went on a hunt alone. I needed some personal time. And, a new sex toy. My vibrator just hasn't been doing it for me as of late. My last hook up left something to be desired. Ya know, an orgasm. I haven't gotten off in weeks. I know I've been irritable. Dean has mentioned a few times. He joked and, said that I needed to get laid. What he didn't know was that he was right. One trip to the sex store later and, I had bought a dildo. I'd never used one before. I wasn't very adventurous when it came to toys. I had always stuck to what I know gets me off. What caused me to step out of my comfort zone? The usual stuff wasn't getting me off anymore. After my last hook up I didn't have high hopes on someone else getting me off.

First things first, to wash the toy. I give it a good wash before stripping down as quickly as I can. I don't need to draw this out. I'm already wet from the anticipation. I run the dildo up and down my lips. The tip brushes my clit. This is probably the best purchase I've made. I slowly press the dildo in. The stretch feels amazing. I've never had anything this big. I decided to get a nine-inch dildo. Big, thick, and totally worth the price. It takes me a while to work its thickness into myself. That last guy wasn't nearly this big. The drag of the dildo felt amazing. I could feel myself getting close. I just couldn't get there. I let out a whine. I grab my vibrator in hopes that it might give me the extra push. I can't get off. For some reason, I can't fall over the edge. I try for thirty minutes before I give up. I'm even more frustrated than before. I try not to let my attitude give it away. The boys had gotten back yesterday. I was in a foul mood. I tried to keep my distance from the boys. I didn't want to take my bad mood out on them. Dean had a habit of getting under my skin better than anyone. I didn't think of Sam being worried. Since they had been home, I had tried again. I still had no luck. I decided that maybe training might help me blow off some steam. I had only been working the punching bag for ten minutes. Sam found me. He peeked his head out from behind the punching bag. I can see his large hands holding the bag. I briefly wonder what his hands would feel like on my body. His fingers are so long. I bet they could reach spots I never knew existed. Focus Y/N. Let the steam off. You so don't need to start lusting over Sam. He wouldn't look at me twice if we didn't hunt together. I let out a frustrated sigh before I punch the bag hard. "I was going to ask if you were okay. Judging by how badly you're beating up the punching bag, I'm going to ask what's bothering you?" Sam says as he holds the bag still. "You don't want to know, Sammy." I reply as I hit the bag once more. "If it's bothering you this much, then I want to know." "I can promise you that you really don't." I say as I step away from the bag. I take off my boxing gloves. I set them on the bench as I grab my water bottle. Sam must have followed me because his voice is loud behind me. "Why are you fighting me so hard on this?" I turn around to face him. He's close. My face is inches away from his chest. "Because I don't want you to know the reason I'm so uptight is because I can't get off! The last guy was disappointing. I even bought a new toy hoping that'd help. It didn't." I snap. I can tell he's surprised at my outburst. He looks at me with wide eyes. He doesn't know what to say. I wouldn't know how to respond to that. "Sam..." I start. It's almost like a switch flips. Sam's facial expression changes as he steps forward. He backs me into the wall. I drop the water bottle as he grabs my hips. He looks down at me with a smirk on his face. "Is that why you've been such a brat? Hmm, because you need someone to play with that pretty little pussy?" Sam asks. His statement surprises me. I've never heard the younger Winchester talk like that. It was possibly the hottest thing I had ever heard. I nod, not being able to find my words. "Use your words, Baby girl. Say the word and, I'll walk away. We can forget this ever happened. Or you can tell me you need me to play with you." He let's go of me. He's giving me time to think. He's not pressing me at all. That's the reason I'm going to say yes. He's allowing me to decided without him being close to me. He wants me to decide without a distraction. I look up at him. I make sure to catch his eyes as I speak. "I want you to play with me, Sir." I answer. His hands wrap around my hips. He pulls me into his chest. One hand reaches down to grab my ass. "How do you like it?" He asks as he starts dropping kisses on my neck. No one asked me that before. I don't even know how to answer that. I didn't have all that much experience. My number is in the single digits. The best thing to do is, to be honest. "I honestly don't know. No one has asked me that before." I admit. He offers a genuine smile. "Do you like it soft and, sensual?" He asks as lightly caresses my side. "Or do you like it rough and, dirty." He asks as He grips my hip tightly. He nips at the side of my neck. I let out a whine as he starts nipping at the hollow of my throat. He smirks against my neck. "So rough and dirty it is." Sam whispers. "Go do what you need to and, then meet me in my room.”

He presses a kiss on my lips before I could walk away. He pulls away and, lets me go."Sorry, I couldn't resist." Sam smiles. I blush before I turn away. I take a quick shower. I make sure that everything is shaved. I dig out the only pair of sexy underwear I own. I bought the set when I was feeling down. I haven't worn them. I didn't have the courage to dawn the red lace. I stare at the see through lace for a long time. Am I brave enough to wear it for Sam? It's the most reviling piece of underwear that I own. I put the set on for the first time since I bought it. The lace leaves nothing to the imagination. The underwear, if you could even call it that, was basically strings. The strings don't do anything to cover the roll on my sides. The bra doesn't hold my boobs up like they should. A soft knock sounds through my room. I hear Sam say my name before he opened the door. I grab my covers and wrap them around me. It's too late, he's seen me already. He enters my room to stand behind me. He looks me in the eyes in the mirror. "I was worried about you. I just came to check on you." He says. He's giving me the Winchester look of concern. "Then, I come in here and, your wearing that." He bites his lip as his eyes trail down my body. He grips the blanket. "Why are you hiding from me?" He asks as he presses a kiss to my shoulder. "I think you're beautiful. I want to see you." He doesn't pull the blanket away. He's just holding the hem of it. He's letting me decided if I'm comfortable enough to show him. I let go of the blanket. He slowly takes the cover away from my body. He's giving me the option to stop him. His eyes stay on mine until I nod that it's okay for him to look. His eyes trail slowly down my body. "So beautiful." He whispers as he grips my boobs. "You look so fucking sexy." He groans. His hands kneed the flesh as he kisses the nape of my neck. His hands slide down to my hips. His fingers slide under the string of my underwear. He gently turns me around. His lips catch mine as soon as I am in front of him. He nibbles on my bottom lip. I open my mouth for him. The grip on my hips tightens. He grabs me by the back of my thighs. I jump as he lifts me. I wrap my legs around his waist. He gently lays me down on the bed. He takes my hands in his. He pins them above me. "No touching." He whispers. He starts kissing down my neck. His tongue runs along the top of my bra. "Can I take this off?" He asks as he pushes the right strap off my shoulder. I find it incredibly sweet that he asked to take the practically see-through bra. I nod. He slaps the outside of my thigh harshly. "Use your words." He demands. "Yes, Sir." I answer. He reaches behind me and, unclasps my bra. He slides the fabric off my chest. He seals his lips on my nipples as he kneads the flesh of the other one. He starts kissing down my body. He reaches the top of my underwear. He bites my hip lightly. He's teasing me. He hasn't really touched me and, I'm already dripping. I'd be more embarrassed if I wasn't so horny. He wraps his hands around the strings. He looks up at me from between my legs. "Take them off. Please." I whine. He smirks against my hip as he pulls the fabric away from me. He spreads my legs wide. He runs a single finger down my lips. "So wet." He groans. He licks a stripe up my pussy. He holds my hips down as he starts using his tongue to fuck me. He seals his lips around clit. He presses a single finger in me. Without his whole finger inside me, he brushes my sweet spot. I have to fight the urge to grasp his head as he licks into me. "Tastes so good. So fucking tight too. Gonna have to stretch you out." He says when he pulls away. He adds another finger and, starts scissoring them inside me. "Fuck, Sam." I whine. "Feel good, baby girl?" He teases as he adds another finger.

"So good. So close." "Yeah, you gonna cum for me? All over my fingers like a good little slut?" He asks as he starts nipping at my neck. "Yes, sir," I whine as He curls his fingers against my g spot.

I let out a loud moan of Sam's name as I let go. I don't think I've ever cum that hard before. He works me through my orgasm. He pulls his fingers out of me. He takes them in his mouth to suck my release off his fingers. He hums at the taste. "Feel better?" He asks. "Not even close. Get down here." I demand. I break the rules and pull his body flush agianst mine. I capture his lips as he catches himself on his elbows. He kisses me back briefly. "You broke the rules." He states. "Sorry, sir. I just wanted to suck your cock." I admit as I cup him through his jeans. I always knew he'd be packing. I didn't expect it to be that big. He groans as he presses his erection into my hand. "I'll let it go this time. Only because it's our first time...next time you will be punished." He says as He stands. He pulls his shirt off. Miles of tan taught skin is revealed. Holy fuck, how did I get so lucky? Before I could reach out to touch his abs, he grabs my hand.

"No touching." He warns. His grip on my wrist is tight. He lets go of me. He unbuckles his belt. "Hands." He says. I extend my hands to him. "Do you trust me?" I nod without thinking about it. I trust this man with my life. He wraps the belt around my wrist. He buckles it around my wrists tightly. "Not too tight?" He checks. I wiggle my wrists. I have some room to move but, not enough to get out of the bindings. "They're good, sir." I answer.

"On your knees." He commands. I obey quickly. He smirks down at me. He unbuttons his jeans and, slides them down to his thighs. He pulls his cock out. I was right. It's so fucking big. He's just under ten niches. I don't think I could wrap my hand around him he's so thick. He taps his member on my lips lightly. "Open." He utters. I open my mouth as wide as I can get it. He slowly pushes into my mouth. He doesn't thrust into my mouth. He allows me to set the pace. He weaves his hands into my hair. I can manage just under half before I start gagging on him. The noises he's making makes me work harder to please him. I swirl my tongue around his tip. He pulls himself out of my mouth. "Fuck, You're good at that. But, I want to cum in that tight little pussy." He says as He grabs my arm to pull me up. He tosses me on the bed. I giggle as I bounce lightly. He strips the rest of the way before he crawls between my legs. He unbuckles the belt. He presses a kiss to the red marks it left behind. "Ready?" He asks before he even moves to grabs himself. "Please, Sam. I need you." I whine. He presses himself into me. God, I've never had anything this big before. The stretch is more than the dildo. "Fuck." I moan as he finally bottoms out. "So tight." He groans. He stills for a moment to allow me to adjust to the feeling. "Sam. Move please," I beg. He draws back and gives a hard thrust. I can feel his balls slap against my ass while he fucks me. "You can touch me now baby." Sam groans in my ear. I dig my nails into his back as he grind against me. "Fuck, feels so good." I whine as he thumbs my clit. "Gonna cum for me? Hm, gonna cum all over my cock like a good little girl." "Shit, Sam." I whine as I let go for the second time tonight. He groans my name loudly. He lets go inside me. His release is warm inside me. He pulls away. His cum drips down me onto the bed. "I'll be right back." He informs me before he presses a loving kiss on my lips. He comes back with a warm cloth. He spreads my legs gently. He uses the rag to clean up the mess he left between my legs. He tosses the rag into my dirty clothes hamper. He grabs some lotion from my dresser. "Arms." He says. He gently rubs the lotion into the fading red marks on my skin. He makes sure to rub the lotion up into my upper arms. He sets the bottle down on my bedside table. He gets into bed beside me. He wraps his arms around me to pull me into this side. "You did so well." He whispers as he places kisses on the side of my head. I guess this would be considered aftercare. The guys usually get up and leave at this point. No one had stayed to cuddle me after. "Y/N?" Sam says softly. I turn to face him. I hum letting him know I'm listening. "Are you okay? Do you need anything?" He asks as he brushes the hair out of my eyes. "I'm fantastic. That was amazing." I admit with a smile on my face. "I'm glad you enjoyed it." He blushes as he rests his head on top of mine. We fall into a comfortable silence. I enjoy listening to his heartbeat. His thumb strokes the skin on my shoulder. "Sam?" I whisper. "Yeah?" "I um...was this a one-time thing or...Because if it was, like that's okay." I won't lie and say that I didn't have a massive crush on the younger Winchester. I shouldn't have gotten caught up in this. I knew if I gave in, it breaks my heart if it was just a one-off thing. He looks down at me. "I...I thought that I made it clear that I wanted you. I'm sorry if I didn't make my intentions clear but, I do want more than just this." He admits. I can tell he's nervous. He won't look at me. "Good. We're on the same page then." I respond as I snuggle closer to him. I can feel him relax under my touch. He presses another kiss on the side of my face. "Good." He smiles as he pressed a soft kiss on my lips.

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littlemessyjessi · 3 years

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How They’d Be As Mukbangers: Harry Potter Characters

How They'd Be As YouTube Mukbangers

James: Every video has a theme. Like, I'm not even playing. Holidays? All kinda of holiday themed food. Quidditch World Cup coming up? Things inspired by the country of his favorite team. Just a random day? Everything is blue. He's that type of way.

Sirius: If a mukbanger was a thirst trap. I could easily see him really getting into. Dark background, black gloves, aesthetic as fuck and like, he doesn't even talk. He just sits there, looks hot and somehow makes eating looking incredibly sexy. And he fucking knows it. Bitch also one hundred percent rolls his eyes back when it hits his taste buds. Licks his lips and his fingers. Takes way too big of bites. Most people would say it's cringy how sexual his videos are...but everyone is secret subscribed anyway. With notifications on.

Remus: This goes one of two ways. If he's in a good mood and things are chill, he'll find a recipe, make it to the mother fucking 't' and then have a little mukbang slash review on said recipe. Nice lil chat. Sweet tol bean. Precious. If it's near the full moon there ain't none of that. Ya boy, brings in his monstrous plate of food, sits it down and just tears into like a fucking beast, no talking. Just nom nom nom. Unintentionally thirst traps and people opening talk about when Remus goes beast mode.

Peter: Candy and sweets channel! Small mukbangs with reviews from different candies from Honeydukes!

Lily: Lol, Lilypad. She ain't playing around. Her videos are planned out, edited and just generally finessed to perfection. Even had music added to it with tiny vlog segments as it's set up. It's a little pretentious but she does have a good following.

Marlene: This bitch. Fucking competitive eating queen. Tiny ass lil ho can eat you under the table, bro. Think RainaIsCrazy on YouTube. She can fucking smash. Usually does eating challenges from different resteraunts and competitions. Often, challenges Remus on his wild days. He's a beast but she still wipes the floor with him.

Dorcas: The collab. Dorcas always has good food and good company. She's all about sharing a meal with someone and talking about random things.

Alice and Frank: The couple channel. It's generally filled with so much fucking cute and the food is always tasty. It's sickening they feed each other but you also can't help but awww.

Molly Prewett/Weasley: Family recipes. Molly's channel are tried and true recipes from the Prewett family. Cook with me and tons of kitchen life hacks. Also, that woman can turn a ham sandwhich into a full course meal. Bet. Always taste tested by Daddy Weasley. Yes, I said Daddy Weasley.

Lucius Malfoy: The most pretentious fucking channel to ever exist. It's a whole fucking production that admittedly he does put a lot of work into. Somewhat thirst trappy like Sirius' but instead of just having a plain black background he goes out of his way to shove as much of his manor into. Only eats the most expensive food fucking on the planet and of course, it's prepared by House elves cause he's a twit. (Yes, I know this is Thranduil but honestly wouldn’t put it past Lucius to be this fucking pretentious.)

Severus Snape: Actually pretty solid content. His exquisite skills in potions actually made him a rather good chef. Tasteful shots, edited well with music over everything and subtitles. Simply audio for the eat portion at the end. Nothing too fancy for the background. Often just a very clean kitchen. Solid content though.

The Black Sisters: Mass chaos. Part vlog, part drama channel, half the time the food never even gets finished because of fights.

Bill Weasley: The Traveler. A lot of egyptian food. Some made by hand. Some vlogs from street food while he's out just generally doing his job. Short videos but solid. He's hot and he picks good food. It works for him.

Charlie Weasley: This extra ass bitch. He's the bitch that does all that outdoor cooking. You know what I mean. Shots in the woods, roaring fire. Lit by a precious dragon child no doubt. Dragons lounging in the background like those bitches who always have their dogs there. Yes, I'm jealous. Close up shots of him cutting things on a custom wood cutting board. Everything he makes causes your mouth to water. God damn, scarred, freckle faced bastard just gobbles it up and ends every fucking video with a wink. Charlie Weasley is the ultimate thirst trap and he fucking knows it.

Percy: Percy's channel could be epic but instead is boring as fuck. Why? Because he insist on having the most snooze worthy meals that are 'sensible' and THEN he proceeds to talk about politics. He actually had a pretty decent following of other like minded individuals but my god- politics and porridge, Percy? Really?

However, once he chills the fuck out, leaves the ministry to do something else - it’s a game changer. Brings the family on for mukbangs. Does videos with mummy weasley. Percy grows his hair out and Bill teases him for being a copy cat. Much better. Still talks politics but it’s fucking hiliarous and now the food is poppin.

Fred and George: Alright, this shit right here. Every fucking bit of it is a self promo for the shop. Meals inspired by and that would go well paired with 'this product'. Like, that's the whole thing. And then they run an add for their shop at the end featuring the product. It works for them because they're smart, they're hot and they're also wildly entertaining with their constantly sibling squabbling. But yeah. Big promo for the shop.

Ron Weasley: Honestly, out of everyone. Ron probably has the most followers and it's because he doesn't say shit while he's eating. He sits down with a massive fucking turkey. Nods at the camera and just tears it up. It's literally so satisfying. All the food is prepared by his mother. So it's obviously fantastic. ( I just had to use this gif.)

Ginny: Gin's channel is usually team building videos with the Harpies. 'Cheat Day: Vlog and Mukbang w/the Harpies' type of vibes. It's cool though and since it's a famous quidditch team the fans enjoy the behind the scenes action and actually drop all kinds of recipes for them to try in the future.

Hermione: Hermione could easily veer off into Percy's channel of misery when she gets started on her rants but mostly they're really chill videos. Mukbang and Book Review type of vibe. Or sometimes even the playing of an audio book while she does her thing. All in all, wholesome.

Harry: Lol, I swear. Fucking awkward bean. Harry's videos are literally of him making the simplest of things and being so fucking awkward. "Er, well, hi guys. So I'm about to head out for work. Running a bit late. But we're having a bit of toast and jam." Like it's literally just little videos of him eating whatever throughout the day. But of course, since he's Harry Fucking Potter- his follower count is astronomical.

Neville: Now, this boy. This boy is a goblincore gobbo's wet dream. Gardening videos with homegrown veg. Recipes from Grandmother. Have a nice Veggie Pot Pie with Professor Longbottom in the Hogwarts Greenhouse. There is a fanbase and it is huge.

Luna: Honestly, the weirdest fucking channel in the world. Like she finds the weirdest things to eat and goes from there. But Luna is bae so it's cool. Also, a thousand percent does Smoke Sesh + Mukbang videos. You know it's true.

Dean and Seamus: Literally, eating in the most crowded pubs as they visit football games around the country. Seamus will definitely pull the Irish card from time to time to have a drinking competition. He wins everytime. He may be a little dude but shit- homie can hold his own.

Cedric: Honestly, it's so fucking pure. Straight up did videos during his time at Hogwarts in the Hogwarts kitchen. Such kind little conversations with the house elves. "Hey, guys. Thanks for coming back to another video. Today we're making some really tasty biscuits. Whispy, one of the talented bakers here in the kitchens, is here to help us today so please say hello to her in the comments." He'll also always make extra and leave them in the Hufflepuff common room for everyone to enjoy. Like, it's honestly so pure and he's such a soft boi and oh my fucking geeeeeeerrrrrrdddd!!!!!

Draco: Actually takes it really seriously and put a lot of hard work into it. Nothing like his father's ego-tistical recipes. Surprisingly, every. single. recipe. is a muggle recipe. How would he know? Because he cross referenced with Granger of course. Cooks it himself. No magic. Lots of random talks. Just like a monologue of things and it gets kinda deep sometimes. Like, it's the channel to go to when you need advice that you didn't even know that you needed. Still eats incredibly proper. It's that pureblood raising of his. Old habits die hard.

Tonks: Pure chaos. "Hey, today we're having Mum's homemade lasagna and I'm also getting a new tattoo. Might dye my hair. Don't really need to since I can do this but whatever. So yeah, there's that. Like it's just all over the place and you'd think it would take but the chaos is too good not to watch. Literally gives herself beaks and snouts while she eats. It's iconic.

Dumbledore: Mother fucker just sits at his desk, stares straight into the camera and eats a lemon drop. Like a weirdo. The video usually no more than a minute and each video is just some variation of that. Meme lord.

Hagrid: Tea With Hagrid. Also, so the recipes suck, they too, but Hagrid is a peach and it's relaxing to see his gentle half giant there in his hut, pumpkin patch out the window and Fang laying by the fire. It's a mood and he's just like the comforting Dad figure.

McGonagall: Honestly the best one in the entire world. She makes a full course traditional Scottish breakfast... and then transforms into her animagus the cat...and promptly knocks it off the table. A fucking legend.

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anathewierdo · 4 years

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Call of the Ocean Chapter 21: Clam Bake and An Escape

Pairing: CEO!Mechanic!Dean Winchester x Mermaid!Reader

Word count: 7092

Chapter summary: Y/N, Thasman and Roan escape from Sindarta. Meanwhile, Dean is still in a bit of a slump.

Series summary: CEO of Winchester Auto Dean Winchester has had enough of the office life. With his father keeping him from what he wants to do, which is work on the plant floor, Dean decides to leave for a quiet life. In Matagorda, Texas, he finds something he never thought he would, a chance encounter with a mythical creature.

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A/N:

Next chapter will be posted on Wednesday, October 28th

Dean gave a low grunt as he finished installing the new doors on the Chevelle. It didn't take much to fix up the old girl. She just needed TLC. He had begun sanding down the body when he saw something out of the corner of his eye. Powering down the sander, Dean took off the mask and plugs and looked to the door. There stood his brother and Jess beaming at him.

“Well, this is a surprise! I thought I was going to be able to whore Sammy around for a bit before you came by!” Dean joked as he walked over to him and kissed Jess’s cheek. “Came for the Clam Bake huh?”

“Yeah,” Jess smiled. “I just got in this morning and Sam picked me up. Thought it would be a nice surprise.” She added as she looked at the work Dean was doing.

“Well, you two go on and explore the town,” Dean waved them off. “I still got--”

“I’m locking up,” Bobby came in interrupting them.

“Okay, I got a key and I should be--” Dean stopped when Bobby held up his hand.

“Go home, shower and go to the Clam Bake with your family,” Bobby said as he tried to push Dean out.

“Bobby, you know I--”

“Dean, listen to the man and come spend time with us!” Jess sighed. “It’s not going to kill you to spend time with your brother and future sister-in-law.”

Dean was about to argue when Jess gave him a glare that he could have sworn would kill him if it could. “Fine,” he conceded. “I’ll do the rest tomorrow.”

“Good!” Jess cheered. “Sam and I will meet you at your house then you can show us around town when you’re ready.”

Dean nodded as he made his way to the car. Benny and Cas began bickering over some details having to do with the office. Dean began tuning them out as they made their drive to the house. Parking the car, he got out and made his way inside. He needed a shower, a long one. He really didn’t want to be at the damn Clam Bake. He knew that many of the old women there would try to pawn him off to their granddaughters. But he didn’t want them. He let the water soothed his aching muscles as the steam filled the bathroom.

As he was lathering his body, his fingers grazed the pendant he was wearing. He never noticed how it began to warm and a small flash filled his head.

‘Dean’ Y/N’s voice filled his head. But she sounded scared. ‘Don’t die on me Thasman, please.’

Dean shook his head, wondering if he was working too much. Maybe his brother and friends were right. He needed to slow down. He missed Y/N, no doubt about it, but now he was hearing her and seeing her in his dreams. The only thing that seemed to throw him off, was this feeling of fear that overtook him. What was he scared of? Nothing really happened. And if he was honest, what scared him was that something might have happened to Y/N. He couldn’t help but feel that something was wrong. These past few days since she left, left him feeling with sadness and heartache. He couldn’t deny that.

He shut his eyes as he let the water run down his face, chasing away the fear that had come along with Y/N’s voice. Thasman was fine; he was probably fighting for her hand right this second and he would win. He had to.

Dean kept repeating that thought over and over as he stepped out of the shower: Thasman would win, and they would be ok.

“Dean?” Jess’s voice brought him back to reality. “You okay in there?”

He flinched at his almost sister-in-law’s voice. “Yeah, Jess, I’m fine. Almost done here. You and Sammy ready to go to the Clam Bake?”

“We are. We’ll wait in the living room with everyone else. You know you have to tell me about this Y/N girl everyone keeps talking about, right?” Jess said through the door.

Dean sighed as he ran a hand across his face. The mere mention of Y/N made his heart ache for her. But he loved talking about her nonetheless. “I will, Jess. I promise. Now uh, can you go? I sorta need to do some stuff…”

“Hah!” Jess said through the door. “Not like I’ve never seen it before, ‘Meat Man’. Remember Sam’s 21st birthday?” She reminded him. It was when Sam and Jess had first started going out. Dean was working on his masters at the time.

“Jess!” Dean whined. “Can we not remember that right now. Please?”

“Alright, you big baby,” Jess chuckled as she walked away from the bathroom door in Dean’s room.

“Fucking Jess,” He smiled to himself. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he walked out of the bathroom and to his room, throwing on a pair of black jeans and a flannel. Running his fingers through his hair, he took one last look in the mirror and sighed. He really wished Y/N was here to share this, but he could only hope that he would see her soon.

“Finally!” Benny exclaimed once he emerged from his room. “I thought we might have to send a search party to get you!”

“You can’t rush perfection, Benjamin,” he winked. “Let’s get this over with. Who’s ready to go to this Clam thing?”

“I am!” Cas said as he stretched. “Going to meet Meg by one of the booths when we get there.”

The group moved out of the house and down towards the cars. They all piled into the Impala as best they could before Dean began driving them up towards the town. Dean found the perfect place to park, giving them all a good ways to walk and enjoy the few moments of daylight they had left. Some of the shops were still open and he thought it would be nice for Jess and Sam to see if they could find a few knick-knacks for their wedding.

As soon as Castiel spotted Meg in the crowd, he was gone. The group still made him introduce Meg, but as soon as the formalities were over, they were gone to the food stations and all the carnival games the Clam Bake had to offer. Benny and Andrea stayed for a bit, until Andrea caught sight of a woman that she had made friends with during their stay in Matagorda, excitedly telling Benny that he was going to love meeting her and her wife and kid.

“And then there were three,” Sam narrated as they watched their friends go.

“You guys go ahead,” Dean motioned to the various booths. “I’m just a third wheel at the moment.”

“Hey,” Jess nudged him. “You’re not a third wheel, De. I bet you ten bucks I can kick both of your asses at that booth over there,” She motioned to a booth on the back that had some rifles and a wall of little army men at the back.

“You’re on!” Sam and Dean echoed as they headed to the booth.

The three spent a little over two hours goofing around, chatting, playing on the booths and eating all the food the event had to offer.

“Okay,” Jess said as she cleaned her mouth with her napkin. “I want to know all about,” she paused to dig into her pocket for her phone. She turned on the screen and flipped it to show Dean a picture of him and Y/N sharing pie. “Her. Who is she?”

Dean stared at the phone wide eyed. “Where did you even get that?”

“A girl has her ways,” Jess said with a wink. “So, spill.”

“I thought your little spy here would’ve told you everything by now, Jess,” he joked.

“But I want to hear it from you.” Jess gave him a pleading look as she leaned into Sam. “Come on, Dean, tell me about her.”

Dean sighed, exhausted. “Jess… I will talk to you about her, I swear. But I just can’t do it right now. How about you guys go have a good time? I’m gonna try and find Ellen around here, need to talk to her about something.”

His future sister-in-law gave him an apologetic look as she put a hand on his shoulder. “I’m sorry I brought it up, I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“You didn’t upset me, Jess,” he gave her a small smile. “But all people have been asking me about is her. And that brings back all the memories and…” Dean shook his head, refusing to let his eyes water. “I can’t. Not now. Sammy can tell you all of it. I’m gonna try and find Ellen.”

He didn’t give either of them a chance to answer; just turned around and left in no direction in particular.

Fuck. There he goes again, thinking of all the things he did with Y/N. Not just the sweet moments they shared since they met, but the last intimate moments they shared. The fact that he was her first made her leaving all the more hurtful. He didn’t want her to go back regretting him.

Before he knew it, he was close to the pier. He was far from the beach, but Matagroda had a small harbor with a pier. Dean leaned on the banister and just looked out into the marina. The moon shining down on the water. Why did Y/N affect him so much? He barely knew her.

He made a mental note to get to know her. To really try and know who the real Y/N is.

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“Thasman!” Y/N screamed as she watched Michael cut him down after the battle was over. “No!”

She swam faster than she ever did before. Roan joined her as the chaos began to surround them. Thasman had a large gash on his back. Y/N hardly noticed her father helping them escape to safety as they tended to Thasman.

Roan was swimming right behind them, trying to stop the bleeding on Thasman’s back. They carried Thasman away from the arena, where guards were trying to contain Michael. “Liara!”

“Thasman!” Liara cried as she rushed forward. “What happened?! I thought he won?”

“That disgraceful beast yielded then attacked him from behind,” Roan sneered. “The King and his daughter need to be taken to safety. You and I will take care of him.”

“I am staying,” King Nereus said as he grabbed his trident. He looked at his daughter, his eyes stopping at her wrist before he looked at Liara. “Roan, you will go with Y/N and care for Thasman. They must be taken far away from here.”

Liara’s eyes were locked on Thasman’s unconscious form, but nonetheless, asked, “Where?”

“Far. Far away from here,” The King ordered.

“I know where,” Y/N said as she looked at Liara before looking at her father. “Father you can’t stay. You must come with us.”

“Our Kingdom needs me to fight for them, my sea star. And they need you to stay alive. Now go!”

Y/N swam up to her father kissing his cheek before hugging him tightly. “Stay alive father, please.”

“I will my little starfish, now go!” He pointed to a back way out of the tournament arena. “Take care of Thasman.”

Y/N looked at Roan who was caring for Thasman before she tapped his shoulder. “Let’s go. I have a place we can go to.”

Liara and Nereus watched as the trio made their escape. With one last look at Y/N, Nereus then turned his sights on Liara. He looked at her closely before enveloping her into a hug.

“I thought you were dead, Thames,” he whispered.

Thames was in shock at the King’s words. It had been so long since she had been called that name. After a moment, she hugged him back. “I’m so sorry, Nereus.”

“Whatever happens now,” he said. “No one can know who you are. If this foreign prince wins, we need you to help get Thasman back,” he breathed.

All she could do was nod, still dumbfounded. “Alright.”

“He will be safe, Sister,” he reassured her. “How long did you think you could hide my nephew from me? And the fact that my daughter visits the surface?”

“Well I did it for more than twenty years, didn’t I?” Thames smiled apologetically. “I believe we have a battle to fight, brother. The Kingdom can't wait.”

“Then let us fight,” he agreed. “Does she know what the bracelet does?”

The former princess shook her head as they made their way back to the chaos. “I didn’t have the chance… when Thasman wakes up, he’ll tell her. I know it.”

“When will you tell him that his mother has been raising him his whole life?” he breathed before using his trident to fight off enemy guards.

“One problem at a time, Nereus!” She screamed as she started to fight as well.

“That is right, Liara,” he called as he used his head to show that Michael made an appearance.

“Surrender!” he growled. “You are outmanned. If you want to live, surrender your kingdom to me now.”

“I will never surrender to you! We will not be defeated so easily!” Nereus boomed as he conjured up various sharks at his beck and call.

Thames began to gather as much current as she could to try and fight off the foreign soldiers. “We will fight to the end.”

“So be it!” Micheal growled as the two groups clashed.

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Y/N and Roan were swimming along the currents heading to the surface. Y/N sighed as she tried to help Roan with Thasman as much as possible.

“Roan,” Y/N sighed, “we need help. Can you call the dolphins to help us?”

“Yes,” the merman breathed. “I’m sorry, Princess. I forgot.”

He took two fingers to his mouth, producing a sound that made Y/N almost drop Thasman at the urge to cover her ears. In no time, two dolphins could be heard in the distance, swimming quickly towards them.

“If that’s alright with you, Highness, I would like to stay with Thasman. You can take the other dolphin.”

“Absolutely,” she smiled. “We need to follow the current and then the coral to a cavern,” she instructed.

Roan nodded his agreement. “Lead the way, Your Highness.”

Y/N thanked Poseidon for the small miracle of Thasman’s fight being the last. This meant that outside of the Kingdom, the ocean was pitch black because night had fallen on the surface. By now, the path to the cave that led to the surface was engraved in Y/N’s mind, following her instinct and guiding them towards it.

“We’re almost there,” Y/N said as she urged the dolphin towards the entrance to the lagon of the cave. “Through here,” she climbed off the dolphin kissing it gently. “Thank you.”

“Your Highness,” Roan looked around as he adjusted himself and helped pick up Thasman who groaned a bit. “What is this place?”

“It’s a way to the surface.” Y/N said as she helped Roan with Thasman. “It’s where Thasman and I were for nine days.”

“The surface?!” Roan practically screeched. “Are you two insane? You could have been discovered!”

“We’ll be safe on the surface, Roan. Nobody knows who we are here, well except maybe Ellen, but nobody knew Thasman and I were here. Come on, help me in getting Thasman out of the water.”

The merman complied, but still voiced his disagreement at the idea of staying on the surface. “And take him where, exactly?”

“We have friends here and he needs help. We all do,” She explained. As she left the water and her tail transformed into a pair of human legs, Roan’s face grew pale. The princess tossed him a pair of extra shorts that Thasman had left in the cave as she threw on clothes of her own. Roan fell to his newly discovered human knees, barely able to keep Thasman’s back from hitting the sand and risking infection. He looked at the standing, walking princess.

“How?”

“You can do it, too,” Y/N groaned at the effort of having Thasman’s weight over her shoulders. “Keep moving. Help me.”

They exited the cave and Y/N guided Roan to Ellen’s house as fast as she could. Based on how every light was off, she supposed that the human woman was either sleeping or somewhere else.

She rang the doorbell with urgency, doing it time and time again when nobody would open.

“I’m coming, goddammit!” She heard Ellen scream from the inside. The door was open in a flash, and whatever insult Ellen had been ready to throw was long gone when she saw Y/N’s face and Thasman’s still unconscious form. “What the hell happened to you guys?!”

“I’ll tell you later,” Y/N promised. Entering the house quickly and with Roan’s help, they deposited Thasman face down on Ellen’s kitchen table and Y/N took off the improvised bandage that Roan had devised for him. The gash looked worse from just a few minutes ago when they dragged him out of the water. She turned to the woman, pleading and with tears streaming down her cheeks. “He needs help. Please. He can’t die.”

Ellen had both of her hands covering her mouth in horror. She took a moment to compose herself. “I have a first aid kit. Give me a second.”

And so, Ellen started giving both merpeople orders. To get her things that would help Thasman.

“He needs a professional,” she warned Y/N when a somewhat proper bandage had been placed on Thasman. “I don’t know if what I just did can save him.”

“There has to be something more we can do,” Roan searched Thasman’s body for anything.

“The balm,” Y/N gasped. “Roan, please tell me you have the balm the rest of the soldiers and guards use. Tell me you have something, anything, that can help.”

Ellen, who had begun to pace, snapped her attention back to Y/N. “I can call Bobby,” She proposed. “He was a medic in Vietnam.”

Roan beat Y/N to answer. “If he’s a medic, then call him. Thasman needs all the help he can get.”

Ellen just nodded, rushing to get a phone so she could call Bobby, leaving Y/N and Roan to tend to their injured friend. Y/N took a soaked rag and used it to try and clean Thasman’s smaller injuries from the other fights. Roan followed her lead.

“That miserable monster,” he muttered to nobody in particular.

“He will pay,” Y/N promised. “My father and Liara are fighting him right now. Liara will come and get us when they win.”

“But what if she doesn’t?”

“For now, let’s just focus on keeping Thasman alive,” Y/N said as She continued to help tend to Thasman’s wounds.

Inside his house in the salvage yard, Bobby grumbled as he walked down the stairs to pick up the phone. He looked over at the time and sighed. There goes his night of solitude thinking about the girl that got away.

“Whoever is calling,” he huffed. “You better have a good excuse!”

Ellen’s wobbling voice interrupted him. “Bobby you need to get here, now!”

“Ellen, slow down,” Bobby sighed as he took in the panic in her voice. “What’s going on?”

“It’s Thasman, Singer. He’s hurt. Just get your ass here, Bobby! Please! I’ll explain later.”

“I’ll get my med kit and be on my way,” Bobby hung up.

At the thought of Thasman being seriously injured, Bobby found a new source of energy. He rushed in every way he could, getting to Ellen’s house. Once there, he could tell Ellen was distraught. She looked as though she had been crying. Whatever happened must have been bad.

“Roan, we need that balm!”

Bobby could hear Y/N’s voice. He shot Ellen a look only to get a simple nod from him.

“Your Highness, it is too dangerous to go back, you know that!” A male voice spoke. One Bobby did not recognize.

“But he needs the healing balm! I feel like a blow fish for not retrieving his dagger!” Y/N lamented.

Bobby stepped in and froze at the scene he came upon. There on Ellen’s kitchen table, lay Thasman face down with a large bandage going diagonally across his back. Bobby gave a soft curse before rushing to assess the damage.

“What the hell happened? And I can tell you somethin,” Bobby looked at Roan and Y/N. “No way you live on an Island if you brought him injured like this.”

“Bobby, we will explain more later,” Ellen promised. “But we need to make sure Thasman is okay.”

Bobby let out a breath before he got to work. He winced as he looked at the gash. Thasman was going to need stitches. The wound was deep, but it didn’t seem deep enough to be death worthy damage. Taking what he needed he looked to Ellen for help. Y/N began flinching as she watched Bobby sew Thasman's skin. She looked over at Roan who had tears streaming down his face.

“He’ll be okay, Roan,” Y/N assured him, not sure if she believed herself. “He is our stubborn stingray.”

The merman couldn't force himself to take his eyes off the human working on Thasman’s back. “Yeah,” He croaked.

“I have faith in him,” she held onto Roan’s hands. “He will pull through and then you can curse him for scaring both of us.”

“He hasn’t even flinched since we left the cave,” Roan whimpered.

“You two need to talk, Roan. He needs you more than he needs me,” Y/N said hugging the merman. “He’s just a stubborn stingray who needs us to remind him of that.”

It was a long time before Bobby finished. He looked over his work and sighed. The gash wasn’t too bad, but it would scar. He looked at Y/N and the friend she brought with her who helped rescue Thasman.

“Well, he’s okay,” Bobby said. “But not out of the woods yet. He’s going to have a scar. And the healing will be long. But if we can keep that gash from getting infected, he should live.”

Y/N bit her lip as she looked at the man who might have saved her best friend. “Thank you, Bobby.”

“Don’t thank me yet. We have a long night ahead of us. Thasman needs to rest, but he also needs to pull through.”

“I just wish we had his balm,” Roan sighed as he ran his fingers through his hair.

“What balm?” Ellen asked as she looked at them.

“It’s a balm that all the guards and soldiers keep in a compartment on their daggers,” Y/N explained. “In the rush to escape, we didn’t think to pick up his.”

“We can’t exactly go back and retrieve it,” The merman huffed. “Going back would be suicide right now.”

Ellen’s eyes widened at the realization of what they were talking about. She rushed past them and towards her room. Reaching for the show box under her bed she opened it and smiled. Grabbing the dagger she rushed back to the living room.

“Is this it?” she placed it in Y/N’s hands. “He left it at Dean’s when you were here.”

“Bavverissi Baveras” (Goddess of The Sea) Roan said as he looked at Ellen. “We need to put this on his back and get him in the water, quickly!”

“What?!” Bobby looked at him. “He just finished getting stitched. Those things can’t get wet!”

“Bobby please,” Y/N pleaded. “This balm can help him but he needs to be in the ocean for it to fully work.”

“Exposing him to salted water could make his wound worse!”

“Robert, pay attention!” Ellen sneered. “Look at them! Really look at them! They are already wet! Where do you think that happened?!”

The old man raised his eyebrows in surprise at Ellen’s tone. Looking at the three unexpected guests, he took notice of Y/N’s still somewhat soaked hair, Roan’s clothes were damp around the waist and their legs were dusted in sand.

“I don’t know what’s going on here!” He exclaimed. “But that,” he motioned at Thasman’s back. “Must not go near the water.”

“Bobby, please trust us,” Y/N whispered tearfully. “Please, help us get Thasman to the cave and you will see. Please help us save our friend, please.”

“Dragging me here to help Thasman after he did god knows what,” Bobby grumbled. “There better be a good explanation.”

Y/N watched as Bobby and Roan picked up Thasman and made their way out the door. Following behind, she sighed in relief when Thasman let out a small groan.

“Roan,” he moaned softly.

“Shhhh,” Roan soothed. “It’s okay, we’re going to make it all better.” Roan said to Thasman, giving the merman a small squeeze as they walked as fast as they could to the cave. They made it in record time. Bobby helped Roan lower him into the water while Y/N un capped the balm from the dagger.

“Roan, here is the balm,” Y/N whispered as she watched him get into the water with Thasman.

Bobby watched in awe as Roan applied the balm while his tail appeared in the water. He motioned for Bobby to lower Thasman in. He swallowed the lump in his as he watched Thasman’s tail appear. He then looked at Y/N who simply nodded in understanding.

“You know what we are now,” She whispered sadly.

“You’re merpeople,” Bobby whispered as he looked at Ellen. “You knew?”

She crossed her arms in defiance, jaw clenched and eyes daring Bobby to get mad at her for it. “Yeah. What of it? They’re good people, Bobby Singer!”

“We begged her not to tell,” Y/N piped in. “My father is King Nereus. I am his daughter Princess Y/N.”

The man lowered himself to the ground. His expression was stoic, though his eyes screamed shock. “Son of a bitch,” He muttered, running a hand across his face.

“You can’t tell Dean,” Y/N said as she shook her head. “I’ll stay hidden if I have to, but… if he ever found out what I am…” she shook her head at the thought of Dean hating her. “I can’t put him through that. I already did enough when I left.”

“Y/N,” Ellen walked up to her and hugged her. “You should go to him when you’re ready to face him. I can help you come up with something. Until then, let’s focus on Thasman and getting him better.” She looked to the new merman that had joined them and smiled. “Nice to meet you, I’m Ellen.”

He had joined Thasman in the water, and thus, had gained back his tail. His hands holding the unconscious merman close enough so that he wouldn’t drift away. The merman gave Ellen a nod, “I’m Roan.”

“You are the famous Roan Thasman told me about?” Ellen beamed at him.

“He is,” Y/N piped in.

“He talked about me?” Roan looked down at Thasman. “I– It doesn’t matter. He won the tournament. Once Michael is run out… you two will–”

“I won’t do it,” Y/N argued. “I am not going to marry him, Roan. He belongs to you. I am not going to go back.”

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While the trials were happening in the ocean...

Dean had made his way back to the small gathering and hung back. He was happy for his friends and brother. Happy that they had found their perfect halves to their whole. So then why was he so miserable? He was missing Y/N like crazy. He hardly knew her, but he felt connected to her. He never felt this connected to anyone he ever dated, not even Cassie. Y/N in her innocence and wonder lit something in him that he thought he lost. And yet, he knew she was hiding something. What it was he wasn’t sure, but whatever it was he hoped to gain her trust enough to learn what it was.

Dean was so wrapped in his thoughts he never noticed that Jess had made her way over.

“Dean?” Jess asked. Her tone was full of worry. “Are you okay?”

“You know me, Jess,” Dean sighed and gave her his best fake smile. “I’ll bounce back. I always do.”

“That is such bullshit, Dean,” Jess crossed her arms glaring at him. “You can be so stubborn sometimes. What is so wrong with talking about someone you obviously care about?”

“Because there is a possibility that the person I care about will never come back into my life again!” Dean growled. “I’m tired, Jess. And I’m very sure that Sam can tell you all about her since I told him everything. I don’t want to open up that wound again. Not when it’s still fucking fresh.”

“That’s all the more reason you should talk about it,” Jess countered. “Talk about the frustrations, the pain. Don’t bottle it up!” She grabbed his arm and dragged him away from the event sending Sam a look. “You and I are going to talk. Really talk. Starting with what Cassie did to you.”

“Jess,” Dean sighed as he tried to get away from her, only to have her block him.

“No, Dean. Just No! You are not running from this,” Jess demanded. “You are hurt and I hate seeing you like this. I know you can be grumpy, but not THIS grump. Talk to me.”

“Damn it, Jess,” Dean ran a hand across his face. “Cassie was someone I considered a friend, one of my best friends. We grew up together.” Dean growled. “And she takes my heart, rips it from my chest and crushes it in her hands.” Dean shook his head to try to keep his feelings in check. “I felt numb after that, Jess. I wanted to beg her to just marry me anyways. Hell, I got so drunk that I found her out on a date only to get into a fight with the guy and end up in jail.”

“Dean,”Jess said softly. “You’ve been holding in a shit ton of anger and it’s not healthy.”

Dean let out a scoff, “since when do Winchesters pour their hearts out?”

“Since now,” Jess demanded as she pulled him aside farther away. “Talk.”

“It hurts, Jess,” Dean whispered. “It just hurts. I have this… hole in my heart where Y/N made it feel complete. It’s just empty. And it hurts that people want me to get over it and be happy when she left three days ago. Who gets over someone that quickly?”

Jess opened her mouth to reply, but was interrupted by Sam calling to them. She turned around, but prevented Dean from doing the same. She motioned for Sam to leave them be. The younger Winchester nodded, saying that him and the others were gonna hang back in Baby and wait.

“Jess, can we just go, please?” Dean pleaded. “They want me to get over her; to act normal and I can’t. I just can’t.”

“You’re right, you can’t. And that is exactly why you need to talk,” Jess reasoned.

“And what is that going to do, Jess?” Dean growled. “What is it supposed to do, besides remind me of what I’ve lost?”

“Let you mourn for a start.” Jess acknowledged. “If you don’t let yourself feel and you just bottle it up Winchester style, you’re going to explode sooner or later and it won’t be pretty.” She walked up to stand next to him as they looked out at the pier. “We’re not saying that you have to be happy that she’s gone, Dean. Just that you need to work it out. It’s not just about Y/N, it’s about Cassie, and your father, and how you feel like you lost something forever when you don’t really know what’s going to happen.”

Dean looked down at the water, wondering if he would ever see that purple tail he saw the first night he stayed in Matagorda. The dreams he had before meeting Y/N really seemed to hold on to that image.

“I just want her back,” Dean whispered. “Fuck dad, fuck Cassie and fuck the stupid ritual where she’s given out like a prize. I just want her back with me. Is that too much to ask the universe? That I have just one ounce of happiness?”

Jess gave him a sad smile. “It’s not,” she assured him. “The world is not against you, Winchester.”

Dean let out a small scoff, “yeah? Because it sure feels like it. I was happy, Jess,” He proclaimed. “I was fucking happy! Hell I was falling for Y/N, pretty sure I fell the moment I met her at the grocery store. But she was ripped away from me.”

“Stop talking like she’s dead, Dean. She’s not. This is not some irreversible thing that you can’t move on from. She can come back.”

“Married,” Dean interjected. “She’ll come back as a married woman. So to me… that’s as good as dead!”

“So that’s what you’re gonna tell her the next time you see her? That she died the moment she left? Whatever happiness you proclaim you had will never happen again because of a situation she had no control of?” Jess exclaimed. “Dean, listen to yourself! If she was standing right here, listening to the way you’re talking, what do you think she would do?”

Dean took in a shaky breath. He knew Jess was right. Knew he shouldn’t have said what he said. “She would slap me and call me a jellyfish… or maybe a blowfish.” he found himself smirking sadly at the thought. “Then what do I do if she comes back married, Jess? You know how I feel about it.”

“Dean, would you rather you never see her again?”

Dean thought about the scenario. Thought about how it would feel if he got the chance to see her again. “And what if I want more, Jess?” he mumbled sadly. “What if I want her to be with me?”

“I don’t know what to tell you, then. If she comes back married– and we both know you won’t make a move if she comes back married… Then you’ll just have to keep her as a friend. I think that’s better than never seeing her again, don’t you think?”

“It’s going to hurt like hell,” Dean sighed. “But if I start working, can you guys just… let me… please,” Dean begged. “It’s the only way I know how to distract myself from the pain. Can you imagine, if Sam was in the same position, Jess? If dad decided that he should marry someone because of a competition?”

“We both know I would be the first in line to sign up for him,” she tried to joke. The small smile that had formed on her lips was quickly replaced by a serious expression he rarely got to see on her. “I can’t imagine that, De. We just want you to let us be there for you.”

“I know… Thank you, Jess.” Dean offered her a small smile. “I was her first, you know,” he breathed.

“Oh my god,” she chuckled, smiling excitedly at him. “So? Tell me, how was it.”

“It… it felt special,” Dean shook his head. “I’m not saying that with Cassie it wasn’t but… I felt different with Y/N. Almost like if I wasn’t careful I would have broken her in some way.”

Jess let out a laugh, “I bet it was even more special for her because you made her feel loved.”

“I certainly tried to,” he smiled at the memory.

“Okay well,” Jess pushed off against the railing. “We should head back. But I want you to promise me one thing.”

“What is it?”

“When she comes back, and isn’t married…” Jess took in a deep breath. “You’ll hold on to her tightly and bring her to the wedding. I need to meet the girl that stole your heart.”

“God you are such a sap, Jess,” Dean teased, letting out a small sniffle. “Thanks for this. I guess I needed it.”

“Don’t you ever forget it,” Jess gave him a slight punch to his shoulder.

Dean began walking back towards the car with Jess following closely. As they got closer, Dean could feel eyes on him. He gave his friends, and brother a small smile before noticing Castiel was missing.

“Where’s Cas?” he looked around.

“Meg invited him to spend the night.” Benny wiggles his eyebrows.

“Good to know he’s getting lucky,” Dean sighed as he unlocked the car to let everyone in. “This was good. But tomorrow, I want to work on the Chevelle all day.” He looked at all of them. “If either one of you so much as tries to pull me away I will punch you. I need to distract myself, got it?”

“Alright,” Andrea nodded, then nudged her fiancé to do the same.

“Alright, brotha,” Benny sighed. “We’ll leave you be.”

Dean smiled as he drove them back to the house. As he pulled up, off in the distance three figures could be seen making their way to Ellen’s house.

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Inside the cave, Y/N watched from the shore as Roan tended to Thasman’s wound with the balm. The merman had begun to regain consciousness, but only for a few moments at a time. Bobby had begun pacing, watching Roan work as the wound began to heal before his eyes.

“What kind of balm is that?” he inquired. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“Soldiers and guards use it all the time,” Roam explained. “You apply it on the injury, and let it sit for a couple of hours. Everyone in the kingdom has access to it, but people rarely have to use it.”

“How’s he doing, Roan?” Ellen wondered.

“He stopped bleeding, the thing Bobby did helped a lot… he’s still breathing.”

“Thank Poseidon,” Y/N breathed. She looked down at the cuff she was wearing and looked for the note Liara had slipped to her.

“Y/N?” Ellen called to her. “You okay?”

“Yes,” she replied. “I just… Thasman’s guardian gave me this before the duels.” She raised her wrist to show the cuff.

“That’s beautiful,” Ellen gushed at the bracelet. “What does it do? Or was it just a symbol for the duels?”

“She said it was supposed to help me here on the surface,” Y/N opened the note she found and began reading her. Her eyes widened. “Bavverissi Baveras, (Goddess of the Sea).”

“What?” Ellen looked at Y/N.

“It’s a letter from my Aunt Thames. This was her bracelet,” Y/N gave a soft smile.

For the first time in a while, Bobby got up from his place on the ground, quickly closing on Y/N and taking hold of her arms; his eyes were urgent, hopeful. “Thames is your aunt?”

“Yes,” She breathed, her eyes widened at the way Bobby held her. “Do you know her?”

The man dismissed her question completely. “How is she? Is she still alive?”

“I--” Y/N gave Bobby a sad look. “This is the only communication I have had with her in my life. And this was in the hands of Thasman’s guardian, Liara. I have never met my aunt before.” Y/N explained. “She has been missing since around the time Thasman was found in the palace archives, maybe before then.”

Bobby felt his heart clench at the thought of Thames being lost, or worse: dead. He let go of the princess and backed away slowly. Ellen raised an eyebrow at him. She made a small note to talk to him when they got the chance.

The hope vanished from his eyes. “Oh,” he muttered.

“Do you know my aunt?” The young mermaid asked.

“Yeah, I knew her,” Bobby mumbled. He turned back to Roan, who was still in the water and tending to Thasman’s wound. “He ready to get out of the water yet?”

“I think so,” Roan nodded. “The wound on his back has healed greatly. He will still need to rest.”

“He can rest in the room I have for him,” Ellen said as she smiled at Roan. “You’re welcome to stay with him.”

“Thank you, I think I should,” Roan began moving out of the water and drying himself.

Once his scales disappeared and he had legs, he put on the shorts Y/N had given him and helped Bobby with Thasman. The way Bobby asked about her aunt made Y/N wonder what happened. She remembered Liara mentioning a human involved when Thasman’s mother and she explored here. But did her aunt come too? Looking back at the letter Y/N walked over to Ellen.

“My aunt wrote about the bracelet. She says that once a month the wearer MUST have one day in ocean water. If not, then they could be at risk of dying,” She explained. “I have the bracelet. But what about Roan and Thasman?”

Ellen gently rubbed Y/N’s back. “We can watch them. And on the third day we’re just going to have to make sure they come in here and rehydrate. I know it’s not ideal but it’s the only option we have.”

Bobby helped Roan with Thasman as the young merman placed shorts on the young guard. Bobby looked down at Thasman and sighed. The young guard had started to feel like a son to him. He carefully lifted Thasman in his arms and looked at Roan.

“I got him, son,” He said gently. “You need to get used to those legs.”

“I’m still helping,” the merman insisted.

“Okay,” Bobby said as between himself and Roan they carried Thasman back to Ellen’s.

“Y/N,” Ellen called the young princess.

“Yes, Ellen?” Y/N looked at her.

“Can you tell me what happened?” Ellen said as she placed an arm around the young princess.

Y/N simply nodded before telling everything that had happened from the time they arrived all the way to when they escaped. Ellen had hugged Y/N once she finished the tale. The older woman held on to Y/N as she cried, both of them going to bed late into the night.

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 4 years

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Still The One (Part 5)

Summary: Just when things seem to be calming down, the reader and Dean get some news that things aren’t over yet...

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Pairing: Mechanic!Dean x reader

Word Count: 3,600ish

Warnings: language, angst, referenced domestic abuse, minor violence, fluff

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“So,” said Dean a few hours later. You were settled in bed with your pint of ice cream, wrapped up in one of Dean’s t shirts and a blanket. After the store, he’d made tomato soup and grilled cheese for dinner, something nice and warm to fill you up.

“Michael scared me. A lot. I thought I had to be strong all of the time for you to help you recover and...well that wasn’t the best thing for me,” you said.

“Y/N. I can’t guarantee I won’t need you to pick me up some days. But the days where I needed you, where I was a fucking mess and you probably didn’t even know it because I kept it hidden, those days are gone. I have bad days, you have bad days. We take care of each other, it’s that simple,” he said. “No one, and I mean no one, understands what you’re going through more than me. Why do you think I pushed you to go talk to Dr. Porter? I knew you were hurting too.”

“It’s not the same as you,” you said.

“Okay, it’s not but no one’s pain is the same, sweetheart. It doesn’t mean mine’s worse than yours,” he said. You dug at your ice cream a bit before you held up the spoon to him, Dean smiling as he took a bite. You got your own and rested your head on his shoulder. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“Getting punched hurts way more than I thought it would,” you said. “Everything was just so weird.”

“What do you mean?”

“Everyone came up with this plan to get you out. We all knew...we didn’t know the exact situation but we knew you needed help. But after Michael dragged me inside and down to the basement, the person I thought I wanted to come save me wasn’t my dad or a cop. It was you, even though I knew logically there was no way you were in the right head space or physically capable of doing it. It was weird.”

“I don’t think it’s weird. The first person I thought of was you. I kept thinking, Y/N’s smart, she’ll figure out I didn’t mean it. She’ll call the police and get me out of this situation somehow. It’s not weird at all,” he said. You hummed and handed him the ice cream, Dean eating for a bit as you dancing your fingers over his chest.

“That’s the first thing you’ve told me about what Michael’s did to you in Texas,” you said.

“Texas was different than the stuff that happened here,” he said.

“I imagine he wasn’t happy.”

“He hurt me some, which obviously you knew. It wasn’t as bad as you were,” he said.

“You can tell me when you’re ready, Dean. It doesn’t have to be tonight,” you said.

“He had me in that basement, tied up, similar situation to you and he sat in a chair across from me and he talked, for hours. Hours and hours. He wouldn’t shut up,” said Dean. “He talked about you. He knew all about you. He was stalking you. He told me in very, very explicit detail what he was going to do to you if I as so much as took one swing at him. So I did what he asked and sat there quietly. Not even a snarky comment. I couldn’t live with myself is something happened to you. But it happened anyways and it was still my fault. If I’d stayed away from you, you never would have nearly been killed.”

“Dr. Porter made me remember a few things today,” you said, looking up at him. “Whenever you get in a fight, when I get in a fight, we’ve always had each other’s backs. I will always stand up for you. It wasn’t your fault. It isn’t. When it comes to fighting for you, even you can’t stop me.”

“I love you.”

You smiled and he put the ice cream aside, cupping your cheek before he gave you an oh so sweet kiss.

“I thought you weren’t ready to say it.”

“I have been ready to say it since I was five years old and twelve years old and sixteen years old and twenty seven years old, Y/N. I was always so afraid of you running off and leaving me behind,” he said. His hand reached around and found yours, lacing your fingers together. “You are the one thing I’ve never had to be scared of.”

“I love you too,” you said. You leaned up and kissed him. Dean was far more relaxed than you were used to, your heart swelling up that he finally felt safe and loved again. “I love you so much.”

“Don’t go all mushy on me, sweetheart,” he said.

“Too late,” you said, pulling him into a big hug.

“Alright. You can mush,” he said as he returned it. “We could both do with some.”

Two Weeks Later

“Dean,” you said, walking out to the garage. “Did you leave my…”

He was standing at his tool bench, staring down at an envelope.

“De?”

“I got the mail. Someone put these inside,” said Dean. You walked over and looked down, pictures of you and Dean from the past few weeks laid out.

“Someone’s watching us,” you said. “The phone thing. They thought maybe Michael had a partner. Did you-“

“What? Partner?”

“They thought maybe-“

“When exactly were you going to tell me about this?” he asked.

“Dean, I didn’t know. It was up in the air. Sam and our dads are looking into it,” you said.

“While you what, babysit me? You think I’m gonna break if I know there’s still some nut job out there that wants me?” he said, his face in a scowl. “Fuck you.”

“Dean-“

“No. I have a right to know. Keeping me in the dark...screw all of you,” he said as he stormed inside. He went straight to the hall closet and pulled out a backpack, throwing it over his shoulders.

“Where are-“

“Do not lie to me,” said Dean, getting in your face. A flash of hurt crossed it and he spun around. “Everyone’s a fucking liar.”

“De-“ you got out before he was out in the garage and in Baby. You put your hands on the door, Dean glaring at you. “Just let me know you’re safe when you get where you’re going.”

“What do you care?” he said before he was backing out and tearing out of there.

“Cause I love you you big damn idiot,” you said to yourself, running your hands over your face. “Please be safe, Dean.”

“Dean, we need to talk,” you called when you heard the front door open an hour later. You stepped out to the hall when you didn’t hear anything more.

Standing in front of you was Michael.

He shoved you and you fell backwards, taking a deep breath.

“You’re supposed to be in prison. The police-”

“Did you really think I don’t have contingency plans when it comes to Dean? He is mine,” snarled Michael.

“You were shot they said. You-”

“Do you have any idea how much money I come from? There’s always someone to bribe,” he said as he stalked over to you. “I see things are going just peachy around home. You and Dean playing house still or is that finally over?”

“Stay away from him,” you said as you got to your feet.

“Oh, you got this all wrong. You stay away from him or I will finish what I started,” he said.

“We know you have a partner,” you said, Michael narrowing his eyes.

“Good for you,” said Michael, getting in your face, hot air fanning over your face. “Now I know you don’t quite understand and I wouldn’t expect you to. You and I are going on a little trip. Depending on how that trip goes will depend on what happens to you. Understand?”

“Over my dead body,” you said.

“I didn’t say you had to be a willing participant.”

You woke up groggy in the backseat of a SUV, Michael shoving you awake from where he drove.

“You punched me,” you breathed out, trying to get your bearings from where you sat on the floor.

“Tied you up too,” he said. You sighed and felt your hands and feet bound, closing your eyes for a moment. “Listen. This ain’t personal. I gotta teach Dean there’s consequences to his actions. Now I know he didn’t go and ask you to get him so I’m going to cut him some slack. But I have to show him I’m a man of my word so from now on, he knows.”

“I seriously doubt beating me again will make him like you, psycho,” you said.

“He loves me,” he grit out. “He’s just shy.”

“Sure,” you said. “I bet that’s it, nutjob.”

“Be quiet,” he said. “No more talking.”

About an hour later Michael had pulled off the road onto a dirt one. You were grateful when it’d finally stopped and Michael parked the vehicle.

You swallowed when he opened the door behind you, a piece of tape going over your mouth. He pulled you out and threw you over his shoulder, walking for a bit until he plopped you down on the hard ground. A cabin was in front of you, Michael knocking on the door once before he went back to you.

You narrowed your eyes when a man maybe just a few years older than Michael stepped outside.

“She the girlfriend?” asked the man. “The one that nearly kicked your ass?”

“I was this close to killing her. I would have if you let me,” said Michael. You stared at the other man, the one obviously in charge.

“Well if we’re gonna kill people for falling in love with people we’re not supposed to,” said the man, giving Michael a look. “Excuse my lovestruck brother. He thinks with his heart and not his head when it comes to Dean.”

The man bent down and pulled off the tape, offering you a water bottle you were forced to accept.

“What do you want. You let me see your face,” you said.

“Always a cop’s daughter it seems,” he said. “I’m Lucian. John Winchester ruined our father’s life and eventually took him from us. We, originally, intended to return the act in kind. Until my brother grew...fond of Dean. We came to an agreement and I believe the three of us can do so as well. Stay away from Dean and he lives. You both do. Leave him be and you can go back to your normal life.”

“If I don’t accept,” you said.

“Well...my brother gets jealous as I’m sure you’re well aware by now. Accept or he will tear you apart in front of Dean and the last thing I need is to clean up the mess,” said Lucian.

“He hurts Dean,” you said.

“And I’ve talked to Michael about that. When Dean is reunited with my brother, I’m sure it’ll be rough at first but Dean’s smart. He’ll figure things out quickly just as I’m sure you’re figuring things out very quickly,” said Lucian.

“How do you know I’ll keep my mouth shut,” you said. Lucian looked over at a shed, Michael going over and opening the door. A slightly bruised and unconscious Dean was inside, your eyes wide.

“Plans change. I will just as quickly kill him as you if I need to. So. Do we have an understanding?”

“Applesauce,” you said.

“Uh, what?” he asked. You turned back to look at him, Lucian raising an eyebrow.

“I said go fuck yourself,” you said, curling up into a tight ball. You heard a lot of shouts but no shooting, someone in tactical gear rushing over to you and cutting you free after about thirty seconds. The second you were out you were over to Dean, watching him stir awake and grimace. “Hey.”

“Sounds like it worked,” said Dean with a soft smile. Michael stared over at the two of you, clenching his fists before he was walked away. “My psychopath saved my ass. Not sure how to feel about that one.”

“I guess he draws the line at you winding up dead. I thought you were for a second. This is not how being bait was supposed to go,” you said.

“Glad I woke up again,” said Dean as he got to his feet. You pulled him into a hug, Dean returning. “Did he hurt you?”

“Just a bruise. I’m okay,” you said. “You?”

“Not okay,” he said. “I’ll get there though.”

“Dean,” said your dad as he walked over, pulling you into a hug. “He wants to talk to you.”

“Alright,” said Dean. You went with him to a police car, Michael leaned up against the side of one. “What?”

“Lucian went too far with the stalking and bugging your home and kidnapping you. I-“

“Your brother wanted to kill me. You wanted...your brother I understand. For him, this was revenge. You though, I never will,” said Dean.

“But...I saved you,” said Michael.

“After you changed the plan we all agreed to with the police and kidnapped my girlfriend for real. You hurt her. You never were supposed to do that. She was never supposed to be here. You wanted her here so that you could try to control me. Again. So what the fuck could you possibly try to say to me?”

“I don’t like her,” said Michael.

“I don’t like you,” said Dean. He pulled back his fist and decked Michael, your dad pushing him back. “He didn’t follow the plan! He tried to get her killed and-“

“And he will go away. Kid, take a walk. Now,” he said. Dean huffed and walked away, Michael glaring at you.

“This is all your fault,” said Michael. “We were fine until you started to talk to him.”

“No, me talking to him was the best thing for him,” you said. You turned away before spinning back around, kneeing him in the groin. “Dick.”

You went over to Dean who was shaking out his fist.

“Forget him,” you said. “He’s nuts.”

“The nutjob told us his brother was planning to get rid of us both,” said Dean. He shut his eyes and let out a deep breath. “He-”

“It doesn’t matter. Michael and his brother are gone and you never have to worry ever again. I promise.”

One Month Later

“Babe? What are you doing?” you asked that night. Dean shut the blinds to the backyard and wandered over to the couch, laying down with his head in your lap. “No one’s out there.”

“Funny feeling is all,” he said. You ran your fingers over his head, Dean curling into you. “I thought life was a nightmare before.”

You didn’t know what to say so you kept your mouth shut and slid down the couch, holding onto him.

“Sweetheart. It’s not all a nightmare, you know. There’s a pretty damn good part of this that is the only reason I’ve made it this far,” he said.

“No, it’s not the only reason,” you said. “You came to me. You did all that on your own. I couldn’t even…”

“Y/N,” said Dean, sitting up and pulling you into his lap. “It’s not on you to save me from the bad guys.”

“Yeah it is. It’s how this has always worked. Since we were five years old it’s been that way,” you said. “I told you he wouldn’t hurt-”

“He didn’t hurt me. Not really. I know he was going to hurt you and that...that’s what fucked me up this time. Like you said, it’s how it’s always been. But this time...this time, even though I’m still...afraid of him, I was a whole lot more pissed off. He’s not winning. He doesn’t get any more say in my life. I get to pick from now on,” he said.

“Yeah, you do,” you said softly.

“I pick you,” he said, bumping his nose against your own. “Always. You’ve been saving me this whole damn time. I’ll never be able to repay that.”

“You don’t have to, Dean. I do it and I’ll always do it because I love you,” you said. “It’s that simple.”

“I almost asked you to prom,” he said softly. “If I had-”

“Lucian was coming no matter what. There was no stopping this. He’s going away and Michael’s going away and we can move on. You can move on,” you said.

“I still feel stuck,” he said.

“Then let’s get you unstuck. I have a perfect idea for that too.”

“Hm,” you hummed, tucked into Dean’s side the next evening.

“Cozy?” he asked.

“Yup,” you said, looking up at him. “You?”

“I think a quiet vacation away was exactly what we needed,” he said. “Someplace to relax.”

“Me too. There’s some great fishing spots around. You still like to fish, right?” you asked.

“I still fish,” he chuckled. “Last time I took you we were seventeen and you hated it.”

“I hated it because you were going on and on about Brandi Mullens and I wanted to throttle you. I was so in love with you and you didn’t even know it,” you said.

“Brandi Mullens had nothing on you,” he said. “I only went out with her to make you jealous.”

“Why?” you laughed.

“Teenage boys are stupid, sweetheart,” he giggled. “Ten years ago that was.”

“You better not talk about Brandi Mullens tomorrow,” you smirked. “I might get a little jealous.”

“No, no. Tomorrow I plan on making out with you and gushing over you until you’re blushing while we fish and you pretend to like it because it’s something I enjoy doing,” he said.

“Well I was planning on talking about Calvin Pulver,” you said. Dean sat up and dropped his jaw. You started to giggle and he leaned over top of you.

“You liked Calvin Pulver? He was a douchebag!” said Dean.

“I know. You hated him. God, I almost went out with him once to try and make you jealous but that was the night of your mom’s car accident,” you said. Dean lay on his side and looked at you, playing with a strand of your hair. “We were so stupid back then.”

“I biked over to your house, rang your doorbell and started bawling my eyes out. I just remember you catching me and dragged me up to your room and you held me,” he said.

“I knew that night that I loved you, not just a crush, first love kind of way either. Down in your core kind of love. It hurt to see you hurt like that,” you said, stroking his cheek with your thumb. “My dad drove us to the hospital.”

“You stayed with me in that waiting room for days,” said Dean. “You just wouldn’t leave me alone.”

“You and Sam needed someone to fall on while your dad tried to keep it together. I was more than happy to do it,” you said.

“The night I came to your door, the night I got out of there a few months back, I knew if I could get to that door, I’d be alright. I knew you would take care of me again,” he said.

“No more knocking on my door asking for help from now on. Just roll over in bed and I’ll be right here,” you said. He smiled, nuzzling into your hand. “I love you.”

“I love you,” he said. He kissed the tip of your nose, resting his forehead against your own. “So a fun day of fishing and making out is on the schedule for tomorrow then. Any other requests?”

“Sleeping in?” you asked.

“Obviously,” he said. “I have one.”

“Shoot.”

“I want to take you to dinner in town,” he said. “I have been waiting my whole life to take you to dinner and I really don’t want to wait one more day.”

“That sounds perfect, Dean,” you said, smiling when he kissed you. “You doing okay today?”

“For the first time in a long, long time, I’m doing amazing, sweetheart,” he said. You booped his nose with yours, Dean looking at you with a soft look on his face. “Thank you.”

“Never have to thank me, Dean. I got your back, you got my back. It’s how it’s always been.”

“How it always will be, too,” he said. “Always.”

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jay-and-dean · 4 years

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Become That Girl Part 1/2

Dean x reader

Summary : Y/n never was his type. She is the buddy type ; sexy and glamorous are just not her. It’s time to try to change that... To change everything about herself. And maybe, just maybe, this flirty smile will be for her next time...

Warning : Swearing. Suffering and mentions of unhealthy behaviors. Smut. Unprotected sex (you’re smarter than this). Kinda rough sex. ANGST.

Words : 7.7 k

Author note : This was supposed to be a one shot, but there will be a part 2. I will publish it this week (tuesday I hope).

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Dean's hand brushes that girl's palm and those adorable wrinkles appear on his eyes for her, he gives her these sweet eyes I saw only in these circumstances; his head slightly bending on the side. His flirty smile.

"It's ridiculous" I grunt, taking a sip of my beer.

"Yeah" Sam chuckles.

But I struggle to swallow. The truth is I would give my life, my soul and everything else for Dean Winchester looking at me like this just once. For him to touch my hand that way. For whatever is to come with that girl. The idea of him sinking inside her is like a stab in my chest, but I'm used to that pain.

I know I will never taste his lips, because I'm not that girl, not even close.

I'm the kind of girl guys love because they can be themselves with her, I'm the buddy type. And along the way, I became Dean Winchester's friend. He gives me drinks and teases me all the time on my tastes in music, on my tastes in food, in men... If only he knew.

It was quick for me to fall in love with him. I have never been in love before, not for real ; so I didn't really know what was happening to me at first. I never was the kind of girl that forces to laugh at men's joke, that wear pink or try to look like society wants women to be. I never faked a smile, but Dean, he makes me giggle like an idiot, and everything he says actually interests me. I'm fascinated by him.

He's beautiful, but that's not even what I like the most about him. It's like I just could read him, his soul, the way he hides pain, the way his humor is way darker than people think, that incredible ability he has to be himself, that fake harshness and the size of his noble heart...

He bends to catch the girl's lips and I bite the inside of my cheek to hold back the whine of pain coming up my spine.

My stomach contracts at how empty I feel and I look down at my hands. That void I feel each time I come to the full conscience that I will never feel him on and inside me, it hurts way too much. It’s beyond craving, it’s like a part of me was missing.

"Are you okay ?" Sam asks, probably reading the sorrow on my face.

"Of course" I state. "I'm just tired, that hunt was a bitch."

I want to drink too much, drown my stupid brain in fucking alcohol. The puking and hangover are way better than being able to imagine him with her, his hands on her hair, his tongue around her nipples...

I get up and go to the bar, avoiding to get too close to Dean and her, I don't need to know her smell or voice, my brain would turn it into torture.

"Whiskey please, leave the bottle" I tell the bartender.

He doesn't look at me when he hands me the bottle, not even checking my age or my eyes. He is looking at Dean's conquest and that desire, almost envy, on his face catches my attention despite my will not to look at her.

Taking the bottle, I glance at that woman everyone seems to admire. Dean's back is toward me so I can see half her face, behind his silhouette. She's pretty. A wide smile on her face, bright eyes, sulky hair and makeup ; she doesn't have scars, or bruises like me and her only wrinkles are just highlighting her smile, like she had never worried or frown.

I pour whisky in my own glass and empty it, then do it again. I go back to my table to join Sam, my empty glass in one hand and the bottle in the other, it didn't even pay, but when the bartender will be back on Earth, maybe he'll ask me. Meanwhile, fuck him.

"I'm not holding your hair tonight Y/n" Sam sighs.

"Yeah... don't worry Sammy" I shrug.

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"Oh... fuck…" I grunt opening my eyes. "Oh ! Fuck !" I gasp before I run to the toilets to empty my stomach in the bowl.

Sam pushes the door and rubs his eyes.

"Y/n ?"

"Shut up..." I whine, pushing my hair out of my sweaty face.

I flush the toilets and get up stumbling, I start undressing, knowing Sammy will just not watch, and he turns his back on me to pee. When I enter the shower, I grunt at the warm water.

"Coffee ?" he asks.

"Yes please, with aspirin in it... What is that ?" I look at my very sore hand and see it's all purple and blue. "Sammy why is my hand all bruised ?"

He chuckles and when he washes his hands the water of the shower suddenly becomes cold for a minute.

"A guy called you babydoll and touched your ass" I hear the smile in his voice. "You broke his face before I could move."

Shit... I bet if someone had done that to Dean's pretty girl, she would have needed a prince in shining armor. Me, I just break faces. I grunt and put my head on the tiles, I'm just not a lady, maybe that's why Dean doesn't want me, even for a quick fuck...

I'm in my jeans and bra when Sam comes back with coffee. He gives it to me and hands me aspirin. He slept in my motel room, that means Dean brought his girl in theirs. I frown and grunt, my eyes still barely open. Sam offers me an amused dimple smile.

"When you're around, it's like having another Dean" he mocks.

My heart breaks.

I know it was not meant to be mean and being anything like Dean can only be a good think but... Am I really so far from being a girly girl ?

I get up and take my clothes, my too long and worn out Led Zeppelin t-shirt and black rangers. I sigh. Yeah well maybe I don't dress like a princess too... Fuck !

The door opens and Dean enters the room with cups of coffee in his hands. Each time that man comes near, something happens, like the colors were brighter, like my blood was warmer… He turns to me and raises his eyebrows, probably seeing what a mess I am, my wet hair all messy, the cuts and bruises on my arms, face and hands.

"You look like shit" he says and a new kind of stab hits my gut. "What did you do last night ? Did you see someone ?"

"Haha ! She met a guy !" Sam mocks and I grunt.

"Really ?" Dean frowns like it was beyond surprising.

"She may have broken his jaw" Sam chuckles and Dean comes closer.

"Did you fight again ?" he sighs, taking my hand to check on it.

He still smells like this girl’s perfume and I'm nauseous. I take my fingers back and show him I can move them fine with an annoyed look. Then I take the coffee of his hand and thank him.

"Hey !" he calls me when I'm about to take my bag to leave.

So I turn around and put a light kiss on his cheek like I do every morning, making him smile like a child. I stare for a little too long at his proud face and walk pass him.

In the car I take my shoes off to put my feet on the backseat, Dean is mumbling the Metallica song, his beautiful strong fingers dancing on the rhythm against the wheel. And before I can look away, I have this vision of him sinking this amazing middle finger inside her core.

Shit... I'm nauseous again.

I guess in this world of blood and violence, coming deep inside a soft sweet angel-like princess must be a relief. I can’t enjoy one night stands anymore, but he can, good for him. It's not his fault if sex makes me feel dirty since I know him, like I was cheating...

Stupid.

I just wish it would happen to me once... Having him. I know how dumb this sounds because I'd probably be dead with grief once he turns to a better girl again, but I would give anything to spend a night with him. I have to stop dreaming, he doesn't even see me as a woman.

I frown and put my head back on the window.

"Hey Y/n ?" he says, looking at me in the rear-view mirror. "Now the hunt is over, we finally have a little time together. We could do our horror movies marathon ? I can't wait to see your face when we wa..."

"You're the one hiding against me Winchester" I state with my usual a mocking grin.

It's not even a lie and he rolls his eyes, glancing at Sam who's still listening to some conference in his headphone.

"I just can't wait to eat all those candies we hid in your room, without Sam lecturing us" he smiles with his teeth showing and my heart melts.

What if I tried...

What if I tried to be the kind of girls he likes ? I mean, I'm nothing special but with a little efforts I could at least become a girl in his eyes... Would he still be able to just stuff his mouth with sugar when he's so close to me in my bed, if he saw me as a real lady ?

I look down at myself and sigh. I will have to change absolutely everything... But maybe this could work.

***

It's only been a few hours since we got back, Dean went to take a shower and Sam went running, which doesn’t make fucking sense after a hunt so rough.

Taking a huge bite of that big double chocolate brownie, I stare at my laptop, watching stupid videos of makeover, style, makeup and how to do your hair ; and if I wasn't thinking of if Dean would like this thing or not... I would probably have died of boredom already.

I should try to work on my attitude too. Swear less, sit straighter, be less loud, spontaneous, stop saying when I need to pee, drink less and try those stupid sweet cocktails when I do, let men defend me. I don't get to skip wax day anymore, I have to look sexy or eventually childishly cute, but not at all like I do right now. Boy !Being a “girl” is no fun at all.

I look at the Pinterest and Instagram pictures of those pretty girls and put my brownie down watching my belly, a diet wouldn't hurt either.

A knock on my door, Dean enters with a cute smile, his hair still wet. I close my laptop and throw the brownie in the trash, sitting straighter already, I pull my stomach slightly in.

"I bought beer" he says and sits on my bed, opening one for me but I shake my head. "Still too hangover ?" he asks and I nod.

During the whole movie, I try to watch my attitude, not spreading my legs to put bowls of candies between them, not making fun of him when he jumps. And when he falls asleep beside me, I just stare at him thinking of how many things I would sacrifice for him. I dare touching his hair and leans to my touch, coming closer in his sleep. I want more.

I need more.

***

I barely slept tonight, half stressed, half exited by my project.

As usual, Dean left in the middle of the night, kissing my forehead to say goodnight. I get up, eat fruits and shit instead of cereals and go running, drinking water, more water than what I usually drink in a week. I read coffee makes teeth become yellow and gives shadows under the eyes, so I will stop it too.

When I take my car to go fucking shopping -I always hated shopping-, I try my best to smile, looking on the mirrors of the car. Sweet and open Y/n...

I manage to hold back my middle finger when a jerk takes the parking lot I wanted. I'm hungry but my body needs to learn to shut up. If I want Dean Winchester to consider kissing me, I have to be perfect. There is no compromise.

I try clothes and I feel like I'm wearing a costume, with those bruises and all, it's stupid anyway. So I decide to go one step at a time. I'll wear normal size shirts instead of oversized and a nice jacket first, I'm not ready for dresses or too colorful for now.

I buy lace panties and push up bras then decide to throw away my other underwear to make sure I wear them, because they're so uncomfortable I will be tempted to go back... I keep drinking water when I buy makeup and nail polish, trying my best to both pull my stomach in and ignore the heavy perfume smell and the employees trying to sell me way too many things. I need girly shampoo and all, because I usually just use Dean's.

Then I lock myself in my room for hours, fighting with my body, waxing with incredible care, putting sticky things on my hair to make them shiny, cream on my skin to make it soft, mascara to make my eyes bigger… I even pierce my own ears.

But the more I try, the more I feel ugly. I always tied my hair in buns-easier to fight, run and look like an FBI agent- but now it’s down, and I look at these models,it seems dull… Same for every inch of my body. Why do girls do that to themselves ! Or maybe I’m the one that is a problem, maybe I’m just disgusting and avoided to see it for years. No wonder why Dean never looked at me.

I stare at myself and sigh. Fuck. Even doing all that, there is about zero chance Dean would ever want me one day, even just for a night. It’s going to hurt way more than hunger and wax, but I have to go further, I have to pay attention when he’s with a woman…

***

“MOTHERFUCKING BITCH !” I yell throwing the stupid scale against the wall.

It’s been three months and I haven’t lost a pound. I’m hungry all the time, from morning to the next morning, it’s even waking me at night. I only eat salad and drink water… I mean, my hands are shaking for Christ sake !

Three months of trying so hard to act like a sweet fragile angel with a weakness for sin : cute and sexy. But I’m still swearing like a sailor when I don’t pay attention and I’m still fat. Hunts are becoming more difficult because I’m weak, and fun times with my friends are more rare, because they only do what I can’t : drink beers, eat burgers, make fun of horror movies, play whiskey poker… I used to love whiskey poker so much ; the night Dean invented it, we were beyond drunk but it was one of my best memories, he ended cutting my hair and it was bad, but I didn’t care at all.

“Are you okay ?” Sam says, opening the door but I close it brutally.

“Sam ! I’m a girl you know ! You and your brother can’t just enter the bathroom when I’m in it !” I yell through the door, hurt that they keep treating me as if I was the third Winchester brother, and worried they would see my ugly fat body...

“Sorry Y/n, I didn’t know you were naked” he states.

“Naked or not, Sam !”

“What’s the problem ?” I hear Dean ask his brother, and put my head on the door.

“She’s just grumpy again…” Sam sighs and I frown.

I do argue with them more often… I didn’t noticed that.

“Sweetheart ?” Dean calls though the door and tries to push it.

“Are you serious !” I cry out pushing the door. “Stop forgetting I’m a girl, you don’t get free access on the bathroom when I’m in it !”

“Okay” Dean just says and he leaves.

I never forbid them to enter, and I have great memories of watching Dean brushing his teeth while I dried my hair, of his intimacy only hidden by a white towel around his waist while I joined him in the hot steam his shower made to talk about anything.

My Dean and I used to be awesome… But in a buddy way. I feel tears fill my eyes but try to hold them back because I really don’t want to do my makeup again. I caught him staring at my cleavage yesterday, and he said lipstick suited me last week. I have to be strong, if Dean gives me that flirty eyes, I would be worth it.

But we don’t talk that much either and… I really miss him in every way, I miss my friend and I feel lost and lonely. The sadness these thoughts bring, mixed with the exhaustion of hunger, and the pain of that unrequited love finally makes me fully burst in tears. My hand on my mouth I muffle the sounds of my sobs, realizing I will never have him, and probably fucked up the only good thing I had : That pure and loving friendship with the Winchesters.

***

I take a bite of my salad and hold back a gag. Not that I don’t like salad, but eating only that is becoming really sickening. Dean looks at me and there is no kind expression on his face, that tender smile I used to see everyday faded along the weeks.

“Take a bite” he says, handing me his burger, cheese dripping on his fingers.

“What ? No…” I shrug. “I’m not super hungry.”

I’m not an idiot, at least not completely : I knew my best friends would notice a change in my behavior. I mean, Dean seeing a change is the all point, but I don’t want to look like I’m trying so hard. So lately I’ve been putting empty pizza boxes on the table from time to time. And my outfits were replaced slowly…

But they’re not idiots either.

“I just want to check something” he says.

I can’t, after all these efforts, if I bite in that thing, I will become even fatter than I am, I can’t afford that…

“I don’t want to, Dean.”

“I made it myself” he insists, practically putting the food on my lips and the smell is becoming too tempting.

“Dean ! No ! I’m sure it’s delicious because your homemade burgers are always a success but it’s a no !” I push him wiping the ketchup that fell on my shirt. “What is wrong with you…”

“What is wrong with me !” his harsh tone surprises me. “I’m super worried, that’s what is wrong ! Do you have eating disorder now or something ?”

“What ? No ! Of course not, you know me !”

“Yeah… Do I ?” he asks before getting up, leaving his plate barely touched in front of me.

“Dean ?” I call but too low, he can’t hear me…

***

I didn’t come out of my room. Not once, since Dean looked at me that way, a sad way, like I had betrayed him or something, just because of a burger…

Who am I kidding ? It’s not because of a burger, my best friend just doesn’t recognize me. I can’t be that girl, I’m just not enough. Curling in my bed, I take a deep shaky breath, I’m really tired of crying so I just stare at the wall, thinking about what Dean must think of me. He must be disappointed, and that’s the worst I can imagine. Dean, my Dean, thinking low of me, annoyed or hurt because of me.

A knock on the door. I lift my eyes to the red numbers in the dark : 10:18 pm. Usually, when one of the brothers knock on my door, they start talking to me through it and if I don’t yell that I’m naked, they just enter. Not this time. The knock is discreet and followed by a heavy silence.

Surprised by that unusual quiet, I get up, arranging the top I was wearing because it went up my stomach. I open the door and my pupils grow, I can almost feel it, seeing Dean’s beautiful eyes in the lights of the corridor.

“Y/n…” he says with his deep voice, his right hand on his pocket. “I’m sorry I was a drag earlier. You need space from us, I get it… Living with guys…” his tone is a little sad but very kind, I don’t know what to say. “Just, don’t change who you are, please. You can eat what you want and wear what you want sweetheart, okay ?”

“I do” I nod to close the subject and ease that worrying on his handsome face.

He bends and slowly crushes the plumb of his lips on my forehead like he always does when he’s worried about me, after hunts, before hunts… when I’m sick or tired or anything. I close my eyes, trying to enjoy this without ruining it with the pain of that stupid unrequited love.

“I just miss my friend” he says low. “I promise I won’t bother you more and knock and all, but could we spend a night together at the bar ? With Sammy ? Like we used too ? I miss that.”

The look on his face is like his brother’s puppy eyes and I feel both relieved and terrified. I miss him like crazy and just want to say yes and follow him running ; but if he leaves with a girl… It might kill me this time.

“Yeah… Okay” I sigh. If he gets with a woman, I’ll just try to observe her. “Can I just have a little time to get ready ?”

“Of course sweetheart” he nods, letting go of me. “Take your time.”

After a few minutes trying to recover from Dean being so adorable, I finally managed to go to the bathroom. Tonight I will really try to look like one of Dean’s conquest, so I stare at it : the only dress I own.

I bought it after I saw Dean glance at a girl in the street during the last hunt. It is the kind of dress I thought I'd never wear, I actually never even thought of wearing one in my life. The dress the girl wore was a little too sexy according to me, even slutty. Women should dress like they want to, but I wasn't ready for that super short red bustier dress, with boobs everywhere calling for attention.

Yet, I have to become that girl, that's the whole point. If Dean likes his women bundled up in skinny dresses, so be it.

I sight, looking at the girdle I have to wear to put that dress on, I empty my lungs and compress my stomach the more I can. Taking the dress, I hesitate, maybe this is too much.... But this is the prize to pay if I want any chance that Dean would look at me ; tonight I'm going to be that girl.

The dress is simple but very sexy. Black taut fabric hugging me tight, with a cleavage like a bra, and straight straps, useless because the dress is so tight it holds me. I look at myself in the mirror and sigh, I'm not enough.

I put makeup, just mascara and lipstick, and right now I have trouble thinking I don't look like a whore, but I try to remember those girls Dean likes wear more makeup and even sexier closes, so...

A knock.

"Y/n ?" Sam says. "If you don't get out of this bathroom, Dean will be drunk before we reach the bar.

Shit, the short dress is so tight that my panties are showing.

"Yeah, go to the car, I'm ready !" I state through the door, taking off my panties.

I have no underwear that would be good with this dress... It is short, but not too much, and it's tight, so no one will see anything when I sit. I look at myself in the mirror and decide I just won't wear panties. I take my black leather jacket and leave the bathroom trying to hide I'm shaking.

***

When I enter the garage, Sam and Dean are sitting on the edge of Baby, with Led Zeppelin playing. The girdle is hurting me but I stay straight, trying to look casual.

The two men's eyes widen and I have no idea how I am supposed to understand their look but I try not to think of it. I give them a shy smile, like I was begging them not to judge. I was waiting for a comment or anything, but they just stay totally silent.

In the car I don't know how to sit, I always put my feet on the seat but there is no way I can do that now, so I just stay there, held upright by this awful prison compressing my ribs and stomach.

Dean checks on me on the rear-view mirror, his face totally neutral, like he was hiding whatever he is thinking... A few months ago, I would have made fun of him, I would have asked him what was wrong with me, I would have told him to look at the road -I always did that when I caught him staring at me in the mirror-, but now, I just look down.

Being sexy is also feeling sexy, the woman on the video said. I'm not really the kind of woman that feels sexy, but I could try. The problem is, each time I try to focus on sexy things to make this work, I end up thinking of Dean, of when his beautiful hands land on me, of his smell and his shoulders, of his mouth... And in the end, I'm felling more horny than sexy. I guess not wearing panties is kind of sexy...

***

The bar is not too crowded but loud, the sound of pool balls shocking on each others, and the manly laughs of men drinking alcohol. Tugging at my dress, I look around to see if any girl could catch Dean's attention : maybe that girl at the bar, but she seems to be with a man. People are looking at me, I'm not used to it, I feel like my lack of underwear is written on my face.

When he passes behind me, Dean puts a hand on my back, sending a shiver all along my spine. He always does that, but I'm usually wearing real clothes.

"What do you want to drink sweetheart ?" he says and I hesitate.

Alcohol is caloric, I can't really afford to drink it. After a long hesitation, I decide a whiskey would make me forget all those eyes on me.

Taking the first sip of the amber liquid, I close my eyes. This taste reminds me of some good memories when Dean and I stayed in the kitchen to talk, slowly sipping and smiling at each other.

"Pool ?" Sam asks pointing the other side of the bar with his beer bottle.

"Yeah I don't know" Dean looks down, making me wonder... He always loved pool.

"Come on Dean !" I smile raising up, the evening is supposed to be about saving my friendship with him.

He frowns like something was hurting him, his beautiful mouth forming a pout, his dark green eyes searching my face. I can't read him. He doesn't look at me like he always did, but not like he looks at those girls either. My smile fades and the air becomes thick.

He gets up slowly and brushes past me when he walks to the pool.

"Okay, but you stay with me" he grunts.

I follow him and notice eyes are moving with me. I know what's happening : I must be embarrassing him, that’s why he acts weird. I swallow hard and watch him take cues, the muscles of his jaw are clenched.

"So Y/n... This dress..." Sam whispers close to my ear. "Is it just to make Dean mad or is there a guy you want to go home with ?"

My heart stops.

"Dean ?" I just say searching his eyes, but he laughs. "Why..."

I can't finish my sentence because Dean gets close to me to give me the cue he prepared. His handsome face still pretty stern, he offers me to start.

The air is still thick and Sam's words turn in my head, bouncing in every directions, banging in my head like a lost bat. What does that even mean ? Dean must be disappointed in me, maybe little a big brother wouldn't want to see his sister wear a slutty dress... Maybe what he meant was that, as Dean wanted a friendship night, dressing like I'm waiting to leave them for a one-night stand is annoying. I don’t know who I am anymore, or how I am supposed to behave.

"Y/n..." Dean calls me from the other side of the pool. "You never lose at this game, even against me... Are you okay ?"

"Yes I..."

Pretty girls don't win against the man they want, they make them feel strong and all those bullshit that polluted my brain. I'm distracted and I have no idea what to think again. Right now, I just dream of becoming the old me again, slap his ass when I win just to mock him, make him pout, drink like him, swear and get rid of that awful pain on my ribs.

"I just need another drink" I finally chose to answer. "Whiskey ?"

He nods in a frown and I leave toward the bar.

When I order a drink, this time, the bartender looks at me, and even if it's not the same place and the same man, I can't help but think it has something to do with how I look tonight.

"There sweetheart" he smiles and I shiver at the nickname I only heard from Dean's mouth. "Tell me... Those guys ?" he points his chin to Sam and Dean.

"What ?" I glower, completely forgetting the have-a-flirty-smile-all-the-fucking-time rule.

"You know… are you with one of them ?" he says with an actually kind corner smile.

"No" I state and his grin spread to his whole mouth.

He is cute, dimples on his soft face, dark caramel-colored skin, warm black eyes highlighted by thick black curled lashes. And the softness on his features finally make me give him back a smile.

"Good because I couldn't fight any of them" he chuckles with a hint of shyness.

I chortle lightly at how right he is without knowing it. I search his face; he seems sincere and kind, there is something calming about him, no violence, no pretention.

"Hi" a man appears behind me. "Can I buy you a drink ?"

I turn to him, confused, and see in the corner of my eyes that the bartender is looking down.

"No" I smile. "Thank you but I already have a drink."

The man sighs and leaves, muttering something that I probably would hate to hear ; and a few months ago I would have made him repeat.

"Daryll" the bartender says.

"Y/n" I state.

"Let me offer you this drink..." his charming dimples appear again. "It's rare enough to see a beautiful young woman ordering whiskey.”

For the first time in a very long time, I could actually picture myself spending a night with that guy and just this feeling is already amazing : It’s like I was free, my heart belongs to Dean but, if he doesn’t want me, maybe I could at least lend my body to a kind man. I look down at my glass and forget that he hits on me just because of the dress for an instant. Daryll is really cute and smiling to him is not an effort.

"Are they your brothers or something ?" he asks, putting his arms crossed on the counter.

"No..." I turn and catch Dean's eyes but look down. "Friends."

"Oh..." he says with a pained look. "One of them is an ex or a crush ?"

I give him a sad smile, not knowing what to answer.

"Okay... Maybe you want me to leave you alone" he sighs but I shake my head, taking a sip of alcohol to swallow the lump in my throat.

“No” I give him a reassuring smile. “It’s not new… Don’t worry.”

But his eyes leave mine to look behind me with a strange expression, something weirdly close to submission.

"Y/n" Dean's voice calls me from behind and I freeze. "Can I just... Talk to you ?"

I take a deep painful breath and turn slowly to see him, his sweltering charisma emanating of him, and just like that, my calming feeling of being able to see myself kiss -or more- Daryll fades. Dean eclipsing the entire world.

"Talk ?" I raise my eyebrows.

He just nods so I glance at the cute bartender.

"I... I'll be back" I say with no joy and he gives me a polite but disappointed smile.

Dean starts to walk and I follow, looking at his shoulders, afraid of the discussion coming. He doesn't stop anywhere in the bar and leads me outside. It’s still warm ; I look up to see the stars shining behind the feeble lamppost light.

“Y/n” he turns around to face me, his bow legs lightly spread like he needed to be hitched to the floor. “What is that ?”

I can’t read his body language.

“What is what ?” I mutter, ready for reproaches.

“You know every man here is trying to find a plan to bring you home…” he grunts.

“Well each time you go somewhere, it’s the same…”

He crosses he arms looking up while he takes a deep inhale. An overwhelming urge to cry strangles me and I decide to leave, opening my purse, I start looking at my phone to call a cab and walk toward the side of the bar.

Dean grabs my arm firmly.

“Where are you going ?” he asks, still pretty stern.

“I just want to go home, De…”

But I can’t finish my sentence because he pushes me against the wall, both hands making sure my shoulder touches the concrete. And before I can register any of what’s happening, his lips meet mine.

Taking a deep inhale by his nose, he crushes those plumb lips made of dream on mine and my body reacts in a thousand ways. Pure electricity roam my skin and muscles, my heart seems to grow twice his size and his beatings fasten so hard my own blood is making me high ; every erogenous part of my body takes fire and a hot slick drips between my thighs instantly.

I don’t move but Dean cups my face and kisses my mouth again, gently taking my upper lip between his. Parting my lips slightly, I feel his tongue graze me. I close my eyes and let him kiss me, he bends his head on the side a little and invades my mouth like he could only breathe through me.

I could stay like this my whole life, completely lost in the perfect feeling of his face so close, in the taste of him… But he’s eager and his hands leave my cheeks to rub my shoulders and down my arms. I didn’t know my body could feel so intensely…

A moan escapes me and his lips leave my mouth suddenly, letting it wet and swollen, open and burning. His nose grazes my ear, sending shivers run all over me, and he starts leaving open mouth kisses along my throat.

By the time his hands reach my waist, I’m shaking. His fingers are like conquerors, winning every battle, pushing boundaries. They go down my ass and squeeze it strongly, crushing me to his own waist.

This is happening.

My inner walls clench at this thought and my head falls back, only held by the concrete. He goes lower, catching the hem of my dress, slowly pulling it up, his nails scratching the back of my thighs. Another moan.

When my dress is just under my intimacy, he harshly grabs my legs and carries me easily, encouraging me to wrap them around his waist. I do.

He doesn’t take us far, just turning on the side of the bar, where the light of the lamppost doesn’t go, pushing me against the wall, his hips eagerly crushing his erection against me. His lips claim me again and, when they do, my body finally allows me to move.

I grab his neck and scratch the back of his head, rolling my hips against him. That craving I endure since I know him finally about to be satisfied. He groans in my mouth.

“Fuck…” he bites my lip, his hips joining the movement of mine, and through the rough fabric of my dress and his jean, his hard length press on my sensible clit.

“Anh!” I cry out, clinging to him. “Oh… God” I inhale, the girdle blocking my lungs in a pain my brain just registers as pleasure, because each of my cell is illuminated with it for now.

“Y/n…” he whines, his teeth teasing my pulse point.

My hands dare going lower, slipping inside his collar to feel the intoxicating move of his upper back muscles. The circle movements of my hips makes my dress slip higher and when my folds come into contact directly with his crotch, sweat breaks through my skin.

“Oh fuck…” I moan, my hips starting to shake.

His hands grab my ass to rub me more against him and I can notice his fingers searching my panties.

“No panties Y/n…” he states in a growl, bending to bite the part of my boobs accessible on my cleavage. “You’re soaking my jeans sweetheart.”

I nod and tug at his hair to dig my tongue between his perfect lips again. His hand falls between us and scrape my inner thigh, at the closeness of his fingers, my walls clench again, like it was trying to catch him. His fingers finally reach my folds and slip between.

“Dean !” I cry out. “Dean… Dean… God… Dean !”

My legs are spread wide to cling to him, so when his thumb find my clit, his middle finger encounter no trouble to reach my entrance, caressing it and pushing on it.

“Pleeease…” escapes my lips in a wail and he smiles in the kiss.

Torturing me, his finger keeps pushing on my entrance without really entering me and I have never felt so empty. I’m pathetically trying to come closer, but that’s impossible.

The tip of his middle finger finally pushes inside me and my pussy flutters. His free hand come up to grab my hair, I gasp but he doesn’t hurt me, he just tugs firmly but slowly at it to have access to my throat. He sucks a hickey on the side of it, and I let him mark me like I was his. I am, really.

His strong finger enters me in one go, making me choke in ecstasy. He doesn’t wait and slips another, grunting when he pushes deep.

I have dreamed of Dean since forever, I have pushed my own fingers inside of me thinking of him… But nothing could have prepared me for this. I’m soaking his hand, nothing ever made me that wet ; and when he crushes his hips on me in a low moan, making his digits go deeper, I can’t help but come.

I’m silent, my lungs crushed by their prison, my blood burning in my head and cleavage. Gasping for air, I feel my walls crush him and electricity shocks my whole body.

A deep growl vibrates inside him. He takes his hand off of me a little too fast and I hiss. His trembling hand attacks his belt but it's too slippery so he changes hand, putting the wet one on the wall behind me, and the other between us to free is aching cock.

When he pushes his clothes down a bit, I can’t help but look down, biting my lips. Here it is, what I crave inside of me all the time, precum nonchalantly dripping of it, red and swollen. Beautiful.

“Dean… Take me” I plead.

“Yes” he groans. “Yes…” he repeats for himself.

He lines his length with my entrance and I can’t help but moan and pant, still looking down to see his length disappear slowly inside me. When he pushes in, it’s harsh and faster than I had anticipated. A sharp pained pleasure makes me cry out loud.

The hand on the wall finds my mouth and crushes on it to silence me. In the deep inhale I take through my nose, I can smell myself.

He’s big. For a second my heart panics, like I couldn’t take him, but my walls flutter and while he doesn’t move, I have time to adjust to him.

“Are you okay ?” he pants in my ear, tickling me with his breath.

I nod despite his strong hand holding my face.

He doesn’t wait longer, withdrawing almost completely before he powerfully pushes in again, making my eyes roll in my skull. A loud scream is muffled by his large palm taking half my face.

“Fuck… Y/n… How can you be so…” but he doesn’t finish his sentence.

Grunting like a wild beast, he starts thrusting in me like he had waited for it as much as me. His powerful body carrying me like I weighted nothing. My ribs hurt but I don’t care at all because it can almost feel his cock between them. It’s like he was everywhere.

I love you, I think loud. Just because I’m used to say that when I think of him.

“Y/n…” he moans, and the hand on my face becomes so strong I think it could bruise my jaw.

I can feel his own pleasure, the sweat on his forehead, the shakes on his chest, the pleas in his groans, and the throbs of his cock deep inside of me. I grab his ass, slipping my hand inside his jeans to dig my nails in it, encouraging him to take me harder, even if I don’t know if I can take harder, simply because I never had it.

When his thrusts turn to hard beats of his hips, I scream in his hand and my toes curl in my shoes.

“Fuck ! F-Fuck ! Fff…” his voice is intoxicating.

Fireworks explode everywhere in my body and I’m quite sure this is an orgasm until the real thing strikes like a lightning.

My stomach contracts like I had a cramp and my thighs squeeze him stronger than I thought possible, my walls milk him and my head is spinning. I have never felt a pleasure so intense and tears soak my face.

“Oh G-G-GOD !” he cries out like he hadn’t anticipated the intensity of my orgasm at all.

He stills deep inside of me and empties himself in a wail, grabbing my jaw brutally and clumsily to crush his lips on mine. His hips start to thrust lazily after he had stilled totally and his behavior changes. He wipes my tears, gently kisses my cheeks and rubs my neck like he was trying to erase the marks his body roughly let on me.

My brain starts to register what’s happening and I look at him, amazed by his beauty and the feeling of him. I didn’t think it would be possible to love him more…

But, when I can’t help but smile to him, the look on his face hits me like a hundred punches in the guts.

He already fucking regrets.

No flirty smile. Not even a kiss.

Regret.

What was I thinking ?

After Heaven, it’s like I was thrown in Hell. I push on his lower stomach to make him withdraw, and he does, my feet reach the floor again. Not looking at me, he puts his now soft cock back in his pants, closing his belt in a disapproving shake of his head.

I bite the inside of my cheek so hard I can taste blood in my mouth. The world is spinning. His cum is dripping out of me, along my thighs and I look down to see it. Grabbing my purse on the floor, I take a tissue from it and wipe my thighs, an intense feeling of shame making me nauseous.

He watches me struggle with it and offers me to take the tissue to throw it away with a movement of his hand. I’m so stupidly in love with him, I have the paranoid feeling he just wants to take that back from me… I give him the tissue and he wipes his thumb when cum reaches his skin.

“Are you okay ?” he asks, like I could be.

I nod looking down, tugging at my dress to hide this body I now definitely hate.

“I didn’t hurt you sweetheart ?” he insists.

“No Dean…” I find my voice.

“Good” he states with that serious low voice of him.

“I want to go home” I say faking a casual tone.

“Sure” he nods. “Let me get Sam and your jacket…”

He gets closer and puts one of those usual friendly kisses on my temple.

I did it. I made Dean want me. But this victory just really doesn’t feel like one…

(To be continued...)

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Tattoos

This is part 4 of Angel Eyes sorry for not posted in ages. But I found this on a flash drive from like 2017 so I edited and thought I should post it. I hope you like it.

Fic Summary: This is backstory to kind help people understand Dean and Callie’s relationship. Sam, Dean and Callie go get tattoos :P

Dean Winchester x OC Claudia

Warnings: Language maybe?

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Part 1 Part 3

Walking into the bathroom I bent over untying my boots. Kicking them off I stood up and met my green eyes in the mirror. Reaching up to take my hair down I stopped when there was no longer a black string around my wrist. I quickly opened the bathroom door shocking Sam he was behind it and I almost hit him.

"What's wrong?" Dean asked dropping his bags by the door and walking up to me. I was taken back when he grabbed my arms softly as if I was going to pass out.

"I lost my antipossion charm." I say biting my lip.

"You what?" Dean and Sam asked, clearly mad.

"I didn't mean to. It was on my wrist and I guess it must have broke."

"Great, what are we going to do now? I doubt Booby just has another one laying around." Dean asked, throwing up his arm and walking away from me.

"Even if he did, who says she wont lose it again." Sam says sitting on the bed.

"I'm right here, ya know. Maybe it's in the hotel room."

"We just got here. I doubt you lost it in the past five minutes." Sam said.

"Well it's not like I can just tattoo the thing to me." I said throwing up my arms and moving to the door shutting it, probably a little too rough., but I hate being treated like I'm five.

"Wait a minute." Dean says, making me turn to face him.

"Why not get it tattooed. It would get rid of having to keep up with it. And plus its one sure way, no demon would ever get into us ever again."

"That's not a bad idea." I say agreeing. "I always wanted to get a tattoo anyways." I say shrugging.

"And what if I don't." Sam says standing up.

"Oh come on Sammy it's common sense, to get one." Dean says lifting his hands.

"Yeah, it's the smart thing to do." I say smiling, getting butterflies about the thought of getting tattooed.

"Oh and what are we meant to tell the person that does it?" Sam asks.

"The truth. It looks like some tribal tattoo that people walk around with all the time. The worse case they think we are weirdos but there still going to do it." I say sitting down beside Dean on the bed.

"Callie is right, money is money. They don't care as long as they get paid."

"What if they only take cash?"

Sighing I throw my head back hitting Dean's shoulder.

"Then we go to the bar, play a little pool and go back. With cash. Why are you so against getting a tattoo?" I ask

"Yeah, Sammy it can be on your ass for all I care." Dean says laying back on the bed's headboard making me fall, sence I was still leaning on him.

Glaring up at him I sat back up, only getting a small laugh out of him.

"How do we even know it will work?"

Sighing again I laid back on Dean's legs reaching back to grab my phone off the nightstand. Flipping it open I pressed 3 it calling Bobby.

"Callie, it's 1AM what the hell do you want?" Bobby answered sound sleepy and mad.

"Sorry Bobby. I didn't realize it was so late but I have a important question."

"About what?" He said trying to be helpful but not hiding his anger.

"The charms you gave us. If we tattoo the symbol to ourselves will that work the same as wearing them?"

"What kind of idjit are you? Of course it will work. Next time you decide to bother me while I'm sleeping make sure it's a damn good question."

"Sorry Bobby, just wanted to make sure."

"Yeah, yeah."

"I'll let you go back to sleep. Good night Bobby. Sweet Dreams."

"Yeah, I'll bet." He says hanging up.

"He is mean when he is sleepy." I say looking up at Dean as I close my phone.

"What did he say?" Sam asked.

"Looks like your getting inked up, buttercup." I say smiling at him.

Sighing, he clenched his jaw.

"I'll be in the car. Hurry up." He says walking out to the car grabbing his jacket as he went.

"I think he needs a nap. He is a little grumpy." I say looking back up at Dean.

"I think you're right. Better not keep him waiting." He says smiling, clearly enjoying this as much as me.

Sitting up I walk to the bathroom grabbing my shoes and sitting on the tub to put them back on.

"Where do you think I should get it?" Dean asked leaning against the door frame to the bathroom.

Looking up at the ceiling I bit my lip, thinking of where a tattoo would look good on Dean. The first thing was anywhere. Shaking away that thought. I thought of where I like tattoos on guys.

"Hmm... Shoulder, shoulder blade, or chest." I say tying my boot and pulling on the other one.

"What about you. Where are you going to get it?"

"I don't know. I don't want it super viable. Like I don't want to have to worry about people being like what's that?"

"I think you should get it on your ribs." Dean says as I finish tying the other boot.

"Why the ribs. That's the worse place to get a tattoo." I say standing up and walking out of the bathroom, feeling Dean follow me.

"Well one because it's hot and two I know you can take the pain." He says making blood rush to my cheeks.

"Is that so?" I ask turning to face him, a smirk finding my lips.

I almost smack myself for how flirty that sounds but it's hard not to when you have Dean in front of you.

"Yeah. You're kinda a badass." He says smirking and winking at me.

I laugh softly, him joining me. Rolling my eyes I shake my head a little.

"Maybe." I say walking to the door, stepping out into a soft sprinkle.

"Rain!" I say smiling up at the sky loving the cool drops on my heated cheeks.

"What was about not being five?" Dean asked behind me and pinched my side, making me jerk a little.

"Shut up." I say sticking my tongue out at him, earning a laugh.

I jump when Baby's horn goes off. Looking at Dean's price postion I see Sam sitting in the front seat looking like a parent who just cought his child having sex.

"Again, I repeat, grumpy." I say looking back at Dean and stepping off the curb to get into the car.

"Why not bug him a little more." Dean says opening the driver door for me.

Taking the hint I get in and move to the middle, Sam clenching his jaw making me laugh.

"Oh don't be so grumpy. It's only a little seat sharing." I say poking his hard jaw.

"Just can we get this over with?"

"Damn Sam, Bobby is not the only one that’s mean when he is tired." Dean says starting the car backing out.

"I just want to get this done so I can take a shower and get a few hours in before I have to get up in the morning."

"Hey, you're the one who wants to run before dawn." I say shrugging.

One look from Sam is enough to make me shut up and hold up my hands as a surender. I lean into Dean to get away from Sam before he bursts a blood vessel. Feeling bad for now getting up front, for wanting to bug him more.

Maybe feeling the same or seeing Sam's face. Dean lays his arm over my shoulders and pulls me closer to him, giving Sam as much space as he can get with all of us up front. Leaning into Dean's side I close my eyes and just listen to the rain picking up and hitting the Impala's roof. Moving his arm down, I shift slightly laying my head on Dean's shoulder, feeling completely relaxed. No not relaxed. At home.

When Dean's neck starts vibrating with him humming I let myself enjoy it till the point of my eyes don't want to stay open anymore.

I softly smack Dean's chest, making him stop.

"What was that for?" He asks sounding shocked.

"You're making me fall asleep." I say a yawn leaving my mouth, making a laugh leave Dean's.

"Dean, maybe we should go back to the motel. Let Callie sleep."

"Oh your not getting out of this that easy, buttercup." I say sitting up and looking at him, making me slightly dizzy but I ignore it, it fading quickly.

"Yeah, because we are here." Dean says pulling into the parking lot of a tattoo and piercing shop.

Getting out of the car, I quickly follow Dean to escape the picking up rain.

"Welcome. What can I do for you?" Asks the tattooed bearded main at the front desk.

"Hi, we're looking to get a tattoo. We heard this was the place to come." Dean says, making the man laugh.

"Well that'll be right. I'm Chet, nice to meet you." Chet says holding out his hand to Dean.

"Dean." He says taking it.

"And you Miss?" He asks looking down at me.

"Callie." I say waving and smiling.

"And the tall fella?" He asks looking over me at Sam.

"Oh that sour thing is my little brother Sammy. Sammy come say hi." Dean says waving him over.

"It's Sam." He says holding his hand out to Chet.

"Well, nice to meet you folks. So like I said before, what can I do for you?"

"We all three want this." Sam says handing Chet a piece of paper with the simbel roughly graw on it.

"You draw this yourself?" Chet asks, taking the picture and looking down at it stroking his beard.

"Yeah, I did. Look, not to be rude, but can we hurry this up I would really like to get some sleep." Sam says, looking tired.

"Well just slow down there a minute." Chet says not even the least bit surprised with Sam's mood.

"How big are you three talking? Because if you want something huge It's going to be more than one trip. Plus you have how are you going to pay and where you want it at."

"No bigger than three inches." I say getting an agreement from both the boys.

"Altight. That will be 75 each. That's without color."

"You take credit?" Dean asks.

"Yes, sir we do."

"Well, let's do this." Dean says, pulling out his wallet and handing him his card.

I'm a little surprised when he doesn't look at it or ask for ID.

"Alright, well let me go draw this up and you three can talk about where you want it and who goes first." Chet says taking the picture Sam drew and walking in the back.

"Sam you can go first." I say sitting on one of the black leather couches, Dean sitting beside me.

"Why do I go first?" Sam asks sitting in a plastic chair across from us.

"Because you won't have to wait you can go out and sleep in the car while we get ours done." I say like it's obvious.

"Okay sure, whatever."

"Man he really is tired." Dean says laying his arm on the back of the couch.

"Yeah, well it will be over soon and we will never have to worry about it again." I say smiling up at Dean, because I would probably just get a glare from Sam.

On the note I could feel his death glaze burn a hole in my head.

"So did you decide where you are going to get yours?" I ask, whoever wants to answer.

"I'm working on it." Dean says winking at me, making me roll my eyes.

"What about you Clauda?" Sam asks

"Still thinking." I say biting my trying to think of where would be the best place.

All three of us fall into a comfortable silence waiting on Chet. He returns around thirty minutes later.

"Alright I got everything all set up. So who is going first."

Both me and Dean pont to Sam.

"Alright, son, follow me back." Chet says holding the beads hanging over the door out of Sam's way.

"Be nice!" I say getting a Yeah, Yeah and a wave from him.

Chet laughs and walks thru the door with Sam in front of him.

"So, you really don't know where you are getting yours?" Dean asks looking down at me.

"No, everywhere I think don't seem right." I say biting my lip.

"I have an idea." Dean says.

"Oh gosh." I say covering my face, slightly worried.

"Well at least hear me out first."

"Okay fine, fine. What is your idea?" I ask, looking up at Dean to meet bright green eyes.

"You pick for me and I pick for you." He says shrugging.

"That way if we can get an outsider's thoughts on it."

Smiling, I nod my head.

"You know I really like that." I say, saying exactly how I felt.

"See and you didn't trust me."

"Oh, I trust you. I trust you get me into trouble by putting it on my forehead."

Laughing Dean ran his hand down his face.

"I was thinking more your cheek but if that's what you want to go with, its your face darlin'.'' He says pulling me closer to him and tickling me softly.

Giggling I push his hands away, just as Chet and Sam walk out.

"Well that was fast." Dean says, sounding halfway disappointed.

"Yeah, I'll be out in the car." Sam says doing just that.

"Alright who's next."

"Me!" I say standing up and walking over to Chet.

"You gonna bring your boyfriend with you?" Chet asks nodding at Dean.

Blushing at the boyfriend comment, I ignore it and turn to face Dean feeling dumb since he is picking the spot for the tattoo.

"Oh, yes, yes, yes!" I say running to him and grabbing his forearm just to pull him up from his seat.

I hear Chet laugh behind us making me wonder exactly what life he thinks we have.

Following him back into the other room, Dean laces his fingers with mine making me smile up at him. He quickly returns it making my stomach do flips.

"Room three." Chet gestures to the last door.

Dean quickly takes the lead pulling me behind him. When we step into the room I can help the rush I get when I see the chair with the gun beside it.

"You okay?" Dean asks looking down at me.

"Yeah, why?" I ask, confused as why he would ask that.

LIfting our joined hands he lets go to show me how my hand is shaking.

"Oh. They're the good kind. Here feel my heart." I say taking his hand and placing it to my chest before I can think.

Realizing what I did I feel myself blush a little but I keep his hand there. He is my "boyfriend" after all.

Smiling Dean moves his hand up to my neck, pulling me to him to kiss my forehead.

"One hell of an adrenaline rush huh?" Dean asks moving so Chet can get to his spot beside the chair.

"So do we know where we want it?" Chst asks when he sets down.

"He does." I say pointing to Dean and moving back a little.

"Oh, alright what'll it be son?" He asks looking up at Dean.

"She wants it on her rib. Here." Dean says placing his hand on my right side just under my bra strap.

"And you're okay with that?" Chet asks looking at me, making eye contact. I guess to see if I’m lying.

"Yes, it's perfect." I say telling the truth.

Feeling all at once how I could not picture it anywhere else.

"Alright well take a seat, I'll fix the chair once you're on it. Dean there is a stool in the hall if you want to grab it so you have somewhere to sit."

"Alright." He says walking out of the room quickly returning since the stool was just outside the door.

"Is this your first tattoo?" Chet asked, fixing the chair so he could reach my rib easily.

"Yep." I say popping the P getting comfortable on my left side.

"Well let me tell you it's going to hurt a lot."

"She can take it." Dean says sitting on the stool my face becoming even with his belly.

"Well just let me know if you need to take a break. Don't worry though I got 20 years under my belt. Or should I say gun. You’re in good hands."

"Thanks Chet." I say smiling at him and laying my head on my left arm, my other one laying in front of me.

"Lift your shirt for me please." Chet says.

“I got it." Dean says before I can even move. Pulling my shirt up I feel as if it's in slow motion but maybe that's just because I'm suddenly very aware of how many scars I have on my stomach and hips.

I realize that it's not Dean seeing them, it's Chet. I can hear the questions now. But they never come. Instead I feel something like paper being stuck to my sink.

"So you from around here?" Chet asked, one of us.

"No. Road trip. She got it in her head that we all should get tattoos."

"Hey! It's for a good reason." I say sticking my tongue out at Dean even though he is not eye level with me. Well he is never eye level with me.

"About that if you don’t mind me asking. Your brother said something about it being in the family. He didn't make much since. He was not in a chatty mood.

"Yeah, it's been in his family for years. All the way back to the tribes. The people believed that it could keep you from getting posed." I say smiling a “what the hell smile”.

"Oh thats a new one."

"Yeah, but like I said she got it in her head. So it had to be done. But at the end of the day it's a badass tattoo."

"That it is." Chet said starting up the gun making a buzz fill the room.

"Ready?" He asked from behind me.

"Ready." I say as Dean seems to shrink down to my level. Him pulling the lever on the bottom of the stool. He still has to bend down a little to be eye to eye with me but that's better than nothing.

When the needle of the gun first touched my skin it felt like I was being punched so hard it made my ribs brake. Groning I clenched my jaw and grabbed onto the nearest thing which happened to be Dean's forearm.

"Are you okay?" Chet asked, pulling the gun from me.

"Yes" I say closing my eyes and groaning again.

"Man that hurts worse than getting sticked up." I say taking a deep breath thru my nose and blowing it out of my mouth.

"Should I keep going?"

"Yeah, keep going." I say moving my hand to Dean's.

Feeling the pain again I bit my lip so I didn't make a noise. It still hurts but this time I knew what to expect. It felt like someone was digging a white hot nail down my side.

After a minute it slowly turned into a dull pain as my skin in that spot went numb.

"Dean is it?"

"Yeah." Dean says pushing my raven hair off my face.

"You got a keeper. Never have I ever seen a first timer get a tattoo on their ribs and be this quiet or still."

"Yeah, she is good at that."

Laughing I moved my right arm over my head and looked down as best as I could watching Chet wipe away ink from my side.

Smiling at the butterflies again I laid my arm back down. Dean laying his hand on the back of mine lacing his fingers through mine.

"That scar on her hip. I walked in on her sewing it up herself." Dean said, sounding almost like he was bragging.

"Yeah and you should have heard the ear full I go for it." I say, smiling softly, my eyes closed.

It seemed to help with the pain, the less I talked. So that's what I didn't do. I lay there listening to Dean and Chet talk about me and what happened so I had to get sewn up. Dean came up with the lie that I was a nurse in afghanistan. That's where we met, that's where the scar he was talking about came from. If only it was that noble. When really it came from breaking up a bar fight between Dean and some dude hitting on me very, very hard. To the point I almost stabbed him. Dean did walk in on me sowing up and I did get an ear full. But it was not just him telling me how I should not have tried to break up the fight. Or sow myself up.

It had a mix of the crystal green his eyes get when he is hurting. It didn't take two glances to see that he was mad at himself more than me. He thought it was his fault.

Always dose.

"Callie you alright?" Dean asks, making me open my eyes and look up at him, a yawn leaving my mouth.

"Well I guess that answers my question." Chet said laughing.

"What?"

"I thought you passed out of something. I told him you were fine but he wanted to be sure."

"No, yeah, I'm okay. Just listening to you talk. Your voice is relaxing." I say smiling up at him, making him scratch the back of his head telling me I embarrassed him which didn't happen often.

"Well you're halfway done. So finish your nap." Dean says, trying to laugh it off.

"Thanks." I say smiling and closing my eyes.

Lucky me Chet started another conversation with Dean about what all he has hunted.

He went on about telling him something about a bear which I think was one of the werewolves we have killed or maybe a windigo.

"Alright, you are done." Chet said, turning off everything.

"Can I see?" I ask sitting up a little. An ache in my side.

"Let me clean you up first."

Nodding I layed back on the chair and poked Dean's chest making him look down at me.

"How's it look?"

"You'll like it." He says smirking down at me.

"I better." I say sticking my tongue out at him.

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