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Just thinking about how Dean calls Sam "little brother" so often and how that's always felt unnatural to me. I don't know any siblings I've ever met who actually use the phrase "big brother" or "little brother" when actually talking to their siblings.

And there's the fact that Sam doesn't really say it back. Like he says "he's my big brother" or even "you're my big brother", but he doesn't ever really seem to use it in place of Dean's name the way Dean does for Sam.

So I've always wondered where that came from, and when Dean picked it up.

I have a theory that it was actually at the very beginning. I can imagine Mary and John telling him "This is Sam. He's your little brother." And that standing out to him because Sam is clearly everyone's but he's only his little brother.

Maybe that hadn't fully set in though until the night of the fire, when his dad tells him "grab your brother and run!", and as his house is burning down behind him, and he sits on that back of the ambulance with his dad and knowing he's lost his mom, maybe that phrase repeats in his head. Your brother. Your brother. Your your your.

And I think that did something to Dean's brain. Especially as his Dad starts leaving them more and more. Houses? They can be lost. Mom's? They die. Dad's? They weren't really all there in the first place. But little brothers? The thing that's only his? They're his. They're his, he can grab them, and he can keep them, and as long as that stays, as long as he has a little brother, he's got one thing.

Maybe he repeats that in his head over and over until he can finally speak again after the fire. My little brother. Little brother. Mine. Maybe that stays even after he can speak again, after all Sammy is too young to really know any different or correct him. So maybe sometimes when Dean folds himself in his brother's crib he says that out loud, over and over, to reassure himself he's still got something to hold onto.

Little brother, little brother, little brother.

I think eventually he does clearly grow out of it, he grows old enough to start calling Sam Sammy. But I think when he gets stressed, when he feels like things are slipping away, it falls out like an old balm on wounds that never closed.

I think that's why it slips out sometimes in the show. Sometimes that habit he has still comes forward, and he just needs to know. Little brother? (Are you ok?) Little brother? (Do I still have you?) Little brother? (Am I ok?)

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thinking about dean picking sam up with ease and rubbing his back and kissing his little face and shushing him and wiping the tears away from his eyes.. “shhh sammy.. no more tears, baby. daddy’s here. daddy’s here.” :( or… mommy’s here? mommy’s here.. ggjnnb.. :(

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[hoboal87]

campbells, winchesters, and the subtext of incestuous trauma

[hoboal87]

honestly i understand why dean wants to protect him & take care of him 24/7

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look me in my eyes and tell me that sam didn’t accidentally call dean ‘dad’ AT LEAST once. like, john was rarely ever around— and when he was, he was just making the boys tag along on hunting trips and training them to be soldiers. who was the one really taking care of sam? dean. who was the one signing off on his school papers? dean. who was the one feeding, clothing and taking him to school everyday? making sure he was okay and mentally well? dean. and you mean to tell me he’s never once had a slip up? not even a ‘Hey, da— dean.. dean can you help me with this homework sheet?” NOT EVEN ONCE???

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here is the place where i love you.

The Hunger Games, Suzanne Collins

[hoboal87]

It's so funny to me how in most shows there's a love triangle involving a girl having to pick between the "good" brother and the "bad boy" brother, but in Supernatural this never happens because no girls stand a chance when Sam and Dean are always 2 seconds away from making out with each other 💀💀

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She and Adam deserve it

Don't Speak, Part 20

Pairing: Sam x Dean, implied Winchesters x F!Reader, implied Adam x F!Reader, implied Dean x Claire

Characters: Sam, F!Reader, Dean, John, Adam, Claire

Summary: Dean discovers some family secrets in the wake of John’s death.

Warnings: confessions, non-con touching, threats, fearful reader, implied m/m sex, implied non-con, pregnancy

WC: 2.8k

beta’d by the wonderful, lovely, @writethelifeyouwant

This is a dark!fic that includes triggering content and is intended for mature audiences only. You are responsible for your own media consumption, so please, read the warnings and if you feel that you may be triggered and/or offended please move along. If you have any questions about the warnings/tags please feel free to DM me.

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Part 19

You find Adam waiting for you in your room when you enter. Your head is reeling. He isn’t the father of your baby. He’d all but told you he was, why would he lie to you? Why would he let you believe for well over a month that he, not one of the brothers, was the one to put a child in your belly.

He smiles when he catches sight of you, the two of you have been quietly carrying on since the brothers returned. But it’s not happiness that fills you when you see him, only anger and betrayal. You can’t control your hand as it connects with his cheek as he enters your space.

“You lied to me,” you accuse, your hand flying again, unsure of where your newfound boldness has come from. “You told me that the baby was yours.”

“I thought–” Adam tries stopping your hand in the air. “I was doing it for you, Y/N.”

“I’m not some fragile little girl, Adam,” you spit out, yanking your hand away from his grip. You’d never speak to Sam or Dean in such a way, for fear of retaliation, but Adam wouldn’t hurt you, not physically and certainly not intentionally. “I’ve been through more than you’ll ever know.”

“I know,” Adam’s face softens. “That’s why– I didn’t lie, Y/N. I just– I didn’t correct you. You were so happy, and with what happened with your last pregnancy– John told me to make sure that once you became pregnant, to do whatever it takes to keep you healthy. I thought I was doing the right thing.”

You feel the heat fill your cheeks, maybe Adam chose to ignore all the signs that were in front of him all this time. He must’ve thought it odd, a prominent figure such as John Winchester hiring someone to impregnate his daughter-in-law, but maybe the promise of money, something Adam’s family was desperate for, made him look the other way.

“I wish it was mine, kitten,” Adam whispers, pulling you closer to him, and resting his hand on your bump. “And if you asked me to take you away from here, I would. It wouldn’t be some grand life–”

“I can’t leave, Adam,” you scoff. He didn’t understand, no matter who your baby belonged to you were, for now and forever, even more so than before, tied to the Winchesters. “Sam’s my husband– Dean– Claire– they’re my family now. What kind of wife would I be if I left? I don’t have anyone here except for them, I haven’t seen or heard from my parents in nearly a year, they could be dead for all I know.”

Adam nods as if he understands, but he can’t, not really. He may not know his father, but he still had his mother.

“So the baby’s Sam’s,” you state matter-of-factly, if Adam didn’t know about your relationship with Dean or John, you didn’t want to tell him, at least not this way.

Adam’s face scrunches. “Sam can’t be the father of your baby.” Maybe he knew more than he let on.

“How– how could you know that?”

“John–” your eyebrows furrow at Adam's casual use of John’s name. Very few people dared to call John by his name, even in his death he was still a man of high stature, and it felt wrong to hear someone outside the family refer to him with such familiarity. Bobby was the only member of the staff who dared to call him anything other than Mr. Winchester.

“When he hired me, he said he suspected that Sam couldn’t have children. Said that something happened to Sam when he was a baby, said he was cursed. I– I don’t know anything about curses, but there’s no good reason that a healthy man of his age should have issues impregnating his wife. Did John tell you to fuck someone else so that Sam could have an heir?” Adam questions gently.

“I’m theirs,” you mumble, “I’m their wife. I’m the one they chose.”

“Theirs?”

“Sam’s. Dean’s. John’s,” you can’t meet Adam’s eyes, too ashamed to admit that you’ve let yourself be used by the Winchesters for the last year.

“Were you– have all of them been sleeping with you?” Adam asks, taking a step towards you. You nod your head. “How long?”

“As long as I’ve been with them. Last year when they were in London, I don’t know why, but Sam and Dean chose me; they decided that I would be the one to carry their heirs. I didn’t even say goodbye to my parents, Sam and I were married that night and on a ship the next day. I had to do whatever they wanted or they’d– hurt me.”

“Who would hurt you, Y/N?”

Tears well in your eyes as you think back to the night that the Winchesters made you theirs. You’d never thought you’d admit the truth to anyone, and there was still a question that plagued your mind; out of all the ladies at court, why had the brothers chosen you? Before you can summon the courage to tell him, Adam wraps his arms around you, your face must tell him everything he needs to know.

“I’m so sorry, kitten. If I’d known– I’d–”

“There’s nothing you can do, Adam.” you pull away slightly, and for a moment you get lost in his deep blue eyes.

“Let me take you away,” Adam whispers, “you’re not some piece of meat for the Winchester’s to do whatever they please with. You deserve to have a happy life too.”

“It’s not that simple,” you argue feebly. “I can’t leave.”

“Yes, you can, kitten.”

“She really can’t.”

The sound of Dean’s voice filling your chambers makes your heart drop to your stomach and takes the breath out of your lungs. You’re scared to look over Adam’s shoulder, afraid of what might happen when you lock eyes with Dean. Sam was never the jealous type, he wasn’t the one who cared about you and Claire being together, Dean was.

Heat practically radiates off of Dean when you work up the courage to look over at him. The last time you’d seen him like this was the night he and Sam attacked you. You couldn’t let him do that again, you have a baby growing inside you, and Dean still didn’t know.

“You really are such a slut, Y/N. I mean, fucking Claire is one thing, oh and remember the time you fucked her brother too?” Adam turns around, protecting your body with his as Dean stalks towards you, his voice menacingly calm. “Hard to believe that you were a virgin when we met you. Who’re gonna fuck next? Bobby? One of the servants? And you would, wouldn’t you? If I say to fuck any of them, you will, ‘cause you’re an obedient little whore, aren’t you? Made for fucking whoever or whatever I tell you to.”

“Don’t talk to her like that,” Adam grunts.

“I’ll speak to her any-fuckin’-way I please.” Dean lets out an annoyed sigh, and your heart beats faster as he closes the gap between the three of you. “You think I don’t know who the fuck you are, Dr. Milligan?”

“Your father offered to settle my debts,” Adam says cautiously, still keeping you behind him. “My mother’s sick–”

“Y’know I remember your mother. Never understood why she up and left us one day, until father confessed that you were the reason.”

“What?”

“Seems your whore of a mother was telling the truth to Finch,” Dean snarks. “Who would’ve ever guessed the beloved town doctor is also the bastard son of John Winchester?”

“What– no. My father– he abandoned us,” Adam falls to the ground, anger and confusion laced in his voice.

“Surprise, little brother,” Dean laughs, closing in on you, now completely unguarded, but keeps his words directed at Adam. “And as your brother, there’s a coupla things you need to know. First, we don’t keep secrets, do we, Y/N,” Dean’s eyes dart to you, and you shake your head. “Is there anything you want to tell me, princess?”

You stutter over your words, he knew, how did he know? Ellen and Bobby had sworn to keep your pregnancy a secret until you told the brothers and had both proven to loyal allies in the almost year you’ve known them. That only leaves one person, and it breaks your heart to realize that Claire, whether she meant to or not, betrayed you.

“I can’t hear you, Y/N,” Dean mocks, eyes falling down to the now-obvious swell of your belly. His hand cups you through your dress, “‘bout time you did something right, too bad this one ain’t gonna take either.”

“Please, don’t,” you beg as you see Dean’s fist ball.

“Don’t touch her!” Adam yells, stopping Dean’s fist before it connects to your belly. Before you can process what's happening in front of you, Adam’s wrestling Dean to the ground, and you hope that you can escape the room and get to Bobby or Ellen before any serious harm comes to Adam.

You move as quickly as you can, though it feels as though bags of sand have been tied to your feet and are slowing down every step. You can see the main hall and think that if you can just get there that somehow everything will be okay. Even before Dean rid the manor of most of the staff, there were never many people around.

You fight your instinct to call out, not knowing where Sam is, and it could only make your situation worse. You rush down the stairs, clutching your stomach as you nearly skip every other step, desperately holding on to the banister to keep yourself from falling down. This might be your only hope to escape, being with Adam and spending time away from Sam and Dean has made you realize that you don’t love them, you’re nothing more than their prisoner, Claire too.

You can see the doorway come into view. You’re so close, you don’t want to leave without Claire, but you have to think of the baby that’s growing inside you, wanted or not, it’s yours and the last piece of John, at least you hoped it was.

You’re not paying attention when you take your next step, your ankle slips from under you, causing your leg to go into the air, and your body falls backwards. Every second feels like an hour as you feel the edge of multiple steps digging into your back, you let out a shout as pain radiates throughout your body, only stopping when a final edge connects with the back of your head.

You come to with a dull throb in your head. Your body aches all over, and you're grateful to be back in your warm bed. You shouldn’t have had so much champagne last night. But Arthur insisted you loosen up, slipping you glasses of whiskey between flutes of champagne, which mother said was the only acceptable drink for a lady of your stature.

We’re counting on you, Y/N, mother had said as she pinned your hair back. The extra alcohol could explain the pounding in your head, but why did the rest of your body ache? The dream you had of the two Americans violating you was vivid, maybe you’d begun thrashing around in your sleep as well. Either way, it didn’t matter, you were home now, and nothing could hurt you.

“Wake up, Y/N,” a low voice says from somewhere in the room. It’s not your father’s, too young and gruff for that. “C’mon princess, open your eyes,” the voice says again. You recognize it, but you can’t be sure from where.

You obey the voice and open your eyes to a pair of green ones staring back at you.

“No,” you whimper, letting the tears fill your eyes as the last year comes flashing back to you. How could you let yourself believe for even a moment that the nightmare you’d been living was somehow over.

Dean’s hovering over you, and you realize part of the reason your body is sore is that he’s restrained you against the bed. It had been ages since either brother restrained you, and you hoped they’d never do it again. Dean’s stripped you down to your under clothes, the swell of your stomach, no longer confined behind your dresses, is more prominent than before.

You lift your head slightly when a soft moan comes from the far corner of the room. Your legs are unbound, and there’s just enough room that you’re able to sit up all the way, and to your horror, Adam’s tied to a chair, his face bloodied and bruised. Even from a distance you can hear the ragged breaths he takes, dried blood stained on his shirt.

“Please, don’t hurt him anymore,” you beg.

“Why, Princess? I can’t allow someone else to touch you and just walk away.”

“It wasn’t– I didn’t–” You stammer, “John told me to do it. He said that Sam needed an heir, and it didn’t matter who the baby belonged to.”

“You’re a fuckin’ liar,” Dean’s hand connects with your cheek. “And you think because you’re carrying that bastard’s kid, I’m not gonna teach you a lesson? I thought we were past this, Y/N.”

“It’s not Adam’s baby,” you offer in some hope of calming Dean down. “It’s John’s,” you half-lie, not really knowing the answer, but if Dean knew it wasn’t Adam’s, but his or John’s, he might take it easier on you.

“Even so,” Dean tsks, ripping at the bodice of your slip, exposing your breasts and then your belly. “The fact that you let that piece of shit touch what's mine, what’s Sammy’s, wasn’t a smart move, no matter whose idea it was.”

“Don’t touch her,” Adam’s scratchy voice reaches your ears, and you hear the slight movement of Adam trying to escape from his own bonds. “Touch her and I’ll kill you.”

Dean lets out a scoff as he focuses his attention on Adam, a sardonic smile stretching across his face.

“Y’know, little brother,” Dean mocks, “we share ‘round here. And once I’m done reminding Y/N who she belongs to, maybe I’ll show you how to please your big brother. And if you’re lucky, maybe I’ll let Y/N finish you off.”

Adam grunts against the chair, still struggling to get himself free. Dean is clearly getting enjoyment out of your and Adam’s predicament and you notice the growing bulge in his trousers. Dean crosses back towards you, unbuttoning his trousers and then ridding himself of his shirt. His hands rub up your legs and towards your core.

“Watch ‘n learn, little brother.”

Dean’s cock is in front of your face, and without being told, you open your mouth to take him in. You swirl your tongue around him, just the way you know he likes, and hollow your cheeks to take him deeper.

“Didn’t even hafta tell ‘er to do that,” you don’t have to look at Dean to know he’s gloating. “Stupid whore knows exactly how I like it, dontcha Princess?”

You moan around his cock, hoping that he’ll take that as your answer. Dean begins thrusting into your mouth, and the familiar callousness of his fingers is soon on your body, and he’s pawing at your tits. Under his breath you hear him comment on how big they’ve gotten already. He gropes you, and you know your body will start responding to him no matter how much you will it not to.

A chill runs up your spine as Dean’s hands move towards your belly, and down towards your leaking center.

"Don't!" Adam yells huffs. "Don't hurt her."

"I'll do whatever I fuckin' please with her." Dean grunts, pulling out of your mouth. “And she’ll take it without a complaint, she’ll thank me for it if I tell her to.”

You whimper as Dean forcibly shoves two fingers into you, you won’t fight back, and both you and Dean know it. Your face scrunches, and you focus on anything that’s not Adam. It was bad enough that now he knew your dirty secret, but for him to actually watch you be fucked, just for Dean to prove that he could do whatever he wanted, it’s humiliating.

“Stop,” Adam begs when you unintentionally lock eyes with him. “Please, I’ll do anything.”

“That is a poor choice of words, little brother,” Dean moves away from you, and closes in on Adam. “Y/N isn’t the only thing we share ‘round here, isn’t that right, sweetheart?” You nod slightly when Dean turns back to face you. “Let’s see if you can suck my cock as good as Sammy does, maybe Y/N can show you how I like it.”

Part 21

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Claire is just trying to be a good wife 😊

Don't Speak, Part 19

Pairing: Sam x Dean, implied Winchesters x F!Reader, implied Adam x F!Reader, implied Dean x Jo, implied Dean x Claire

Characters: Sam, F!Reader, Dean, John, Adam, Claire, mentions of Bobby, Ellen, Jo

Summary: Dean discovers some family secrets in the wake of John's death.

Warnings: Wincest, gay sex, oral, daddy!kink, minor feminization, implied dub con, implied loss of virginity, legal stuff, deathbed confessions/secrets revealed, implied stillbirth, implied marital rape, implied incest (father/daughter), implied attempted infanticide, Mary is not treated well.

WC: 3.1k

beta’d by the wonderful, lovely, @writethelifeyouwant

This is a dark!fic that includes triggering content and is intended for mature audiences only. You are responsible for your own media consumption, so please, read the warnings and if you feel that you may be triggered and/or offended please move along. If you have any questions about the warnings/tags please feel free to DM me.

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Part 18

Dean

“Fuck, Sammy,” Dean grunts as Sam swallows him down and tangles his hands in Sam’s hair, encouraging him to bob up and down on his cock. It’s the first time they’ve been together properly since returning home. Claire’s been especially clingy, wanting to spend all her time with him, and he wishes that she were more like Y/N in that regard, not pushing for any additional attention from Sam.

The feeling of Sam’s tongue around his cock and the obscene moans coming from Sam’s pretty little mouth makes Dean want to cum right down his throat, but he won’t, not until his baby brother’s been taken care of as well. Dean’s mouth waters as he watches Sam’s free hand disappear into his trousers, and notices the unmistakable movement of him stroking himself to hardness.

“Please, De,” Sam groans, popping off Dean’s cock. “Need you.”

“Not yet, baby boy,” Dean tsks, pulling Sam up to his feet, planting a rough kiss on his brother's lips, and replacing Sam’s hand with his own. Dean’s thumb rubs against Sam’s slit, and he uses his other hand to rid Sam of his trousers. A dull thud fills the room as Sam’s pants fall to the floor, before Dean’s rips off his shirt, exposing Sam’s toned and taut chest. Dean can’t help but let out a sigh of appreciation as he takes in his brother’s gorgeous body.

He plants kisses around Sam’s neck, biting and sucking hard enough to leave a number of marks, showing everyone who Sam belongs to. Dean makes his way down Sam’s chest, until he’s on his knees taking Sam’s leaking cock into his mouth. He swirls his tongue around Sam’s length, swallowing him down, hollowing his cheeks, until he can feel Sam at the back of his throat.

“Please, daddy,” Sam moans, and Dean’s cock gets even harder at the use of his new nickname. Dean’s hands make their way towards Sam’s puckered hole, rubbing it for a few moments before pushing in a single finger. Sam never needed much prep, and today is no different, but Dean loves working him open. He slides another finger in, scissoring Sam open, and sucking even harder on his cock until Sam is coming hot and salty down Dean’s throat.

Dean swallows down Sam’s seed, letting him go with a pop, before rising to his feet and planting his lips on Sam’s, letting Sam taste himself on Dean’s tongue. Sam’s needy, whiney, and exactly where Dean wants him, and he can’t wait much longer to sink his cock into his baby brother.

“How y’want it, Sammy?” Dean grunts, wrapping his hand around Sam’s cock again, stroking him back to hardness.

“Wanna see you.”

“On your back and spread your legs f’me,” Dean whispers as he walks Sam backwards towards the bed. “Show me that needy little hole a’yours.”

Dean kneels at the edge of the bed between Sam’s legs where he’s completely exposed. He leans forward to lick at Sam’s hole and pushes in two fingers. Once Sam’s ready and loose, Dean wets his palm and strokes his cock, standing up to guide himself into Sam.

“Please, daddy,” Sam begs again as Dean pushes in the tip of his cock, relishing in the feeling of his brother finally wrapped around him again.

“Y’want daddy to fuck you, baby boy?” Dean teases, leaning over Sam, his breath hot on his face. “Tell daddy how much you wan’ it, Sammy.”

“Please, daddy, need you to fuck me, make me yours.”

“So needy, baby,” Dean starts thrusting hard and deep into Sam. “S’too bad you aren’t a girl, then I coulda started breeding you years ago.” Sam moans at Dean’s words, clenching around his cock. “Keep you full of my cum, watch you grow round over and over again. We wouldn’t have to take on those whores as wives.”

In a swift move, Dean pulls out of Sam and sits back at the head of the bed, beckoning Sam forward with a flick of his finger. Sam’s eyes are lust blown as he crawls on all fours towards Dean. Dean expects him to climb on top of him, but instead Sam takes Dean’s cock in his mouth again, kissing the tip before swallowing him down. Dean lets out a sigh, there isn’t anything much better than Sam wrapped around him, whether it’s his mouth or ass, the only thing that comes close is Y/N’s tight little pussy, but even then, he’ll take his brother over those useless bitches any day. Claire, though, isn’t completely useless, she’s done her duty, at least.

Once Sam’s got Dean’s cock nice and wet, he climbs into Dean’s lap, jerks his cock once more before guiding it towards his hole. Dean reaches for Sam, grabbing his ass as he encourages Sam to ride him; nothing beats a needy slut riding his cock, whether it’s Sam, Y/N, Claire or Jo. Sam’s riding his cock like there’s no tomorrow, as if this may be the last time that they are together.

"Fuck, Sammy," Dean moans as he feels Sam squeeze around him, sees his baby brother’s cock hardening once again. "C'mon baby boy, show me how bad you want it."

Sam bounces even harder on Dean, hair flopping in front of his eyes as he takes him even further to the root. Dean can feel himself getting closer, and he wraps a hand around Sam’s cock, stroking him in time with Sam’s movements.

“Fill me up, Daddy,” Sam pants, “fill up your baby boy.”

Dean cums with a holler, spilling inside Sam, not caring if the whole house hears them. Sam collapses on top of him, body sweaty from exertion.

Dean shoves Sam off of him playfully. As much as he would love to spend the next hour buried inside his brother, they have legal matters to attend to. The reading of John’s will would be today, and they would learn what exactly he had left them, though there wasn’t much to guess.They had no other family to speak of, so it’s not like they had to worry about some long-lost cousin or uncle trying to claim a portion of the estate.

“C’mon Sammy, Finch’ll be here soon,” Dean says, giving him a swat on the ass.

Sam mumbles in response, before lifting himself off the bed and redressing.

Y/N and Claire are downstairs waiting for him and Sam when Finch arrives. Pleasantries are exchanged as the girls introduce themselves and quietly take their seats behind him and Sam as Finch begins reading out John’s bequests. Sam side-eyes him when Joanna’s name comes up, as a recipient of a small fortune as well. Dean’s not surprised, John was one to always take care of family, and Jo, whether Ellen liked it or not, would be connected to Dean for the rest of her life.

That was his kid she was carrying in her belly, and John wouldn’t allow the mother of his first grandchild to go hungry. He’d make sure that the kid would receive a proper Winchester upbringing, even if it never shared their name. He remembers the night he’d done it: Y/N had caught him buried deep in her, but he didn’t need to worry about her saying anything. They’d taught her well enough to stay in her place, and even if Y/N did tell Claire, she was too timid to speak against her husband.

“And to the matter of my Estate…” Dean focuses his attention back on Finch, “whichever one of my sons is the first to produce a legitimate male heir.”

Dean scoffs and orders Finch to repeat himself; surely, he must’ve heard wrong. Dean was the oldest, he was supposed to be the one to become the master of the manor. Not that it mattered, Claire was already pregnant, and at this rate it didn’t seem like Sam would ever manage to get Y/N pregnant. He figures that if Sam can’t or won’t do the job within the next couple of months, he'll have to take matters into his own hands.

“An additional inheritance of ten thousand dollars will be given for him to do with however he sees fit, with a minimum of one thousand to go into a trust to allow for the boy’s, and any future children’s, education and training.”

Dean can feel the anger radiating off of Sam as Finch continues, stating that both Y/N and Claire would receive a small fortune as well, in the event of their husbands’ deaths. They typically lived more dangerous lives than they had over the last year, but John’s death was a wake up call to Dean, at least. Finch drones on for another hour before asking to speak with Dean privately. The girls are dismissed quickly, but Sam is less than willing to leave, protesting that whatever Finch needs to say to Dean can be said to him as well.

“Your father insisted,” Finch cowers slightly as Sam stares him down. “That this next part was to be shared with Dean and Dean alone.”

“S’okay, Sammy,” Dean laughs, though curious as to what other stipulations he would reveal about their estate now that he was gone. Sam grunts, but listens to his brother, stepping out of the room.

“Mr. Winchester,” Finch pulls an envelope out of his side pocket. “Your father dropped this at my office a few weeks ago, along with another amendment to his will. I wasn’t able to put it into effect before his death, but this letter corroborates his wishes.” Dean grabs the envelope and eyes Finch, before ripping into the letter and reading.

Dean–

There are things about our family that you don’t know, and I never planned on telling you, but, in the event of my death, you are the oldest, and you must now take on this burden of knowledge.

Over the years, you’ve asked repeatedly about the circumstances behind your mother’s death, and while I’d let you and your brother believe that she was taken from us, the truth is far from that. Mary never had any intention of settling down, but an arrangement between her parents and mine, a merging of two strong bloodlines, sealed our fates. We didn’t care for each other, and used others to fulfill our needs for years, until your mother became emboldened, trotting her lovers around the manor, and refusing to share my bed. I couldn’t take it anymore, and wouldn’t be made a fool of, and that night I took what was rightfully mine.

After you were born, your mother refused to care for you, and hired Ellen to nurse you. Ellen and I grew close as she cared for you, and less than two years into her service with us, Joanna was born. During this time, your mother’s mental state was becoming more erratic, and doctors told us that she had hysteria. I kept your mother locked in her chambers, convinced that she had been possessed, and asked a priest to perform an exorcism, but nothing worked. One legitimate child wouldn’t be enough to carry on the Winchester name, and your mother became pregnant again, but the child, a girl, was lost. The death of your sister only weakened your mother’s already fragile mind. She nearly drowned little Joanna while helping Ellen bathe the two of you, screaming about our lost daughter. I made the decision to commit your mother to an institution until she was well enough for me to put another child in her.

I wasn’t given the opportunity, as by the time I brought your mother home, she was already expecting. Sammy was born six months later, and while he may be a Winchester by name, he is not our blood. He is the product of something unholy; a demon possessed your grandfather and forced himself on your mother. The only reason I didn’t end the baby’s life is because your mother begged me to spare him, that I would learn to love him. I realized that whether he was my blood or not, he was my son.

I wouldn’t let another child be taken from me, and as I grew more fond of him your mother once again became hysterical. The circumstances of your mother’s death aren’t as mysterious as I’ve led you and Sam to believe. The night your mother died, she tried to smother Sam; Ellen was checking in on her, and found them. She said Mary was muttering about a cursed bloodline, and that it had to end with him. Your mother planned to come after you next, and Ellen did what she had to do to protect you and your brother. Ellen saved you and Sammy that night, she hadn’t meant to hurt Mary, and one day you need to thank her for what she's done for you.

Dean can feel his heart pounding in his chest, and can hardly think straight. Why would John wait until now, until he was gone, to make these confessions? He knew there was something off about Sam, there always had been, but now knowing that he is a cambion, and that the demon used their grandfather to impregnate their mother, did that mean that one day he’d have to end Sam’s life as well?

After Mary’s death, I couldn’t be around you or Sam. Memories were too painful, and I didn’t know how I would explain it all to you one day. When your grandfather passed and I was made master of the Estate, I knew I could no longer skirt my duties. I had no real intention of marrying again, but your grandmother insisted I try. When Katherine came into our lives, I had no intention of falling in love with her. But as I watched her be the mother that you and Sam deserved, I knew she was the one for me. When I confessed to her about what our family does, she at first, took it in stride.

You and Sam were heartbroken when she left, she and Ellen were the only mother Sam had ever truly known, and you had taken to her quite well. But, now that I’m gone, I must tell you why she left. Katherine was pregnant, and didn’t want to live in fear that something would harm her or our child, and I reluctantly let her go. Your brother was born six months later, and she called him Adam.

Adam Milligan is your half-brother. To my understanding, he is unaware of his heritage, and his mother would like to keep it that way. Adam is to stay on as a physician to ensure that the girls remain healthy throughout their pregnancies. If neither Claire or Y/N give birth to sons within five years of my passing, Winchester Manor may pass to Adam if he has produced a male heir and chooses to reclaim his birthright.

You and Sam must decide what is more important, our family legacy, or each other.

–Dad

Dean can feel his face growing redder but the second. He re-reads the letter again, and again, trying to make sure he understands everything correctly. Why did he lie for so long about Mary’s death? He could understand when he was a small child and didn’t understand that there were creatures and things that go bump in the night. But he was an adult now, he and Sam could understand that there was more to their mother’s death than they thought. Now Dean has to decide what to do with all the information that John’s laid out in front of him. If Adam truly was their half-brother, and wanted to claim some part of the estate, this letter was all he needed. He needn’t worry about Adam producing an heir before him, at least, with Claire well into her pregnancy.

“Is this real?” Dean questions Finch. “Adam Milligan is our brother?”

“Your father had been giving Ms. Milligan a monthly stipend up until Adam’s eighteenth birthday. When I recently spoke with Katherine, she confirmed that as far as she knows, Adam is unaware of his parentage.”

“What about Sam?”

“There is nothing that can prove what your father alleges about Sam or Adam,” Finch admits. “And legally, it doesn’t matter when it comes to Sam. I did know your mother for a brief time, and she had many delusions of grandeur. I remember your father trying to exorcize her, and when she returned from the asylum she was worse off than before. ”

Dean spends the following weeks wrestling with himself on whether he should share what he learned with Sam. In the end, he decides against it; knowing what Dean knows won’t do either of them any good. And if Dean is honest with himself, he really wishes he didn’t know it either.

He allows Sam to stay behind in Virginia when the case starts to go cold; Dean has more important matters to attend to, namely Adam. He hadn't sent word ahead to announce his early homecoming, not needing the pomp and circumstance that John used to love, instead only giving a quick greeting to Bobby at the door. Claire and Y/N are out wandering the grounds, something Bobby’s told him they’ve made a habit of as of late, not that Dean cares what they do when he and Sam aren’t around. The only thing that does bother him is how much time Adam has been spending with Y/N.

It’s not Y/N he doesn’t trust, he and Sam had trained her well enough, and she was too timid to do anything with someone outside of him and Sam. But Adam– he clearly had formed some sort of bond with her while they were gone. Sam has little interest in Y/N anymore, sharing his and Claire’s bed more than sleeping in his own, not that Dean’s complaining. But if Sam were a little more observant, he’d notice the looks that Adam gives Y/N when he thinks no one is watching.

"Dean," Claire's voice pulls Dean out of his own thoughts. There's a slight worry behind her voice, as if she's concerned with his early return. He supposes that makes sense, the last time they returned early from a hunt, John was dead. Dean takes in her appearance; her belly has rounded out perfectly under her dress and he can’t wait to see Y/N the same way. If Sam’s not going to get the job done, then Dean will. He can’t risk Adam trying to claim the estate. Once he and Sam both have their sons, it will be impossible for Adam to become the master of the manor. "I didn't think you'd be home so soon."

"Case was going cold, Sammy decided to stay behind for a few more days."

"Oh."

“What is it sweetheart?” Dean cups Claire’s face as she reaches him.

“It’s Y/N,” Claire says timidly. “There’s something you don’t know.”

“Sam and I know about everything that goes on in this house, princess,” Dean tsks, and Claire’s lip quivers. Whatever she’s about to tell him, she’s clearly nervous about it. “You can tell me, Claire.”

“If I tell you, I’m being good?”

“Yes, sweetheart, you’re my good girl.”

Claire takes a deep breath, “Y/N’s pregnant.”

Dean doesn’t understand Claire’s hesitation. Y/N being pregnant has been the goal since they took her last year. The worry on Claire’s face doesn’t waver, what else was she afraid to tell him.

“Is there something else, princess?”

“Y/N has been having an affair with Adam,” Claire says barely above a whisper. “She told me that she thinks the baby is his, but–” Dean doesn’t hear another word, beelining straight for Y/N’s room.

Part 20

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Don’t Speak, Part 3

Title: Don’t Speak, Part 3

Characters: F!Reader, Sam, Dean, John, Claire, Jack, and Cas

Pairings: au!dark!Sam x Reader, au!dark!Dean x Reader, au!dark!John x Reader, Sam x Dean, implied Jack x Reader, implied John x Jack 

Word Count: 3.1k 

Summary: The Winchesters and the Reader journey to America, and they hope their plan has worked. 

Warnings: Dub-Con*, Implied Non-Con/Rape*, soft!Dark Winchesters, Wincest, Stockholm Syndrome, brief mentions of kidnapping, breeding kink, praise kink, daddy kink, voyeurism, angst, orgasms, forced pregnancy, domestic abuse.

A/N: This is my entry for @negans-lucille-tblr​ #bees7ksoftheweekchallenge. I have Monday - all Winchesters, Saturday - there was only one bed, and Sunday - public sex (even though I pretty much hit all the kinks except CNC, and Sloppy Seconds (but that’s kinda here too) 🙃)

A/N 2: For this part (and any future parts) we’ll be stepping slightly away from non-con, and venture into more dub-con territory. 18+ only!

A/N 3: For the sake of this particular chapter, let’s say that a ship in the early 1900s takes about 5-6 weeks to travel from London to the States, and the Winchesters are obscenely wealthy. 

*TW: Implied Rape/Non-Con and very Dubious Consent. 

This a dark!fic and includes potentially triggering content, you are responsible for your own media consumption. Please, read the warnings and move along if you feel like this may trigger and/or offend you.

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April, 1905

You thought when you boarded the extravagant ship, The Perdition, that your nightmare would be, at least briefly, over. Shortly after boarding the ship, you meet Claire and Jack, who you learn are the children of Captain Novak. Besides the Novaks and the Winchesters, there are only a handful of crew members. Unaccustomed to traveling by sea, the swaying of the ship keeps you ill for several days. When you try to refuse their advances they beat you black and blue, and take what they want from you anyway.

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"Take it with you so you'll always have a way to look back ... and remember me."

 "Have you ever seen something so wonderful in your entire life?"

“How did you survive being locked up in a castle for all this time?”

“What do you mean, you’re the lost princess?”

"Family means nobody gets left behind or forgotten"

“It’s called a cruel irony, like my dependence on you.”

“I warn you child. If I lose my temper, you lose your head. Understand?!”

“Perhaps you shouldn’t turn your back on me.” 

 “A true loves kiss. If only there was someone out there who loved you.” 

"Today is a good day to try"

"Love is putting someone else’s needs before yours"

"If you ain’t scared, you ain’t alive"

"Any day spent with you is my favorite day. So, today is my new favorite day"

"He fell into despair, and lost all hope. For who could ever learn to love a beast?"

“You really shouldn’t come back here, you know. It’s not safe.”

“I told you to stay away from this wing!”

“He was this close—just staring at me.”

“Do you trust me?”

“(And) You will always be in my heart.”

“I especially love his smile.”

“New and a bit alarming.”

“Now kiss her.”

“How can I prove myself if no one will give me a chance?”

“People around here think I’m crazy, but I don’t care.”

“I’m a damsel. I’m in distress. I can handle this. Have a nice day.”

“Guys….I want a castle.”

“If you can’t say something nice, don’t say nothin’ at all.”

“When I look at you, I can feel it. I look at you, and I’m home.”

“Put that thing back where it came from or so help me.”

“There’s no one I’d rather be than me.”

“It was worth it…if you learned something from it.”

“You deliberately disobeyed me.”

“I’m surrounded by idiots.”

“How could you do that to me?”

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“And I’ve got friends on the other side.” - Dr. Facilier, “Friends on the Other Side”, 

“But you’ll be rewarded when at last I am given my dues. And injustice deliciously squared! Be prepared.”

“I admit that in the past I’ve been a nasty. They weren’t kidding when they called me, well, a witch.”

“If she doesn’t scare you, no evil thing will.”

“I’ve reached the top and had to stop and that’s what botherin’ me.”

“Ain't got time for messing around”

“People down here think I'm crazy”

“I put a spell on you, and now you’re mine.

“Don’t forget it, you’ll regret it.”

“Every hour we spent together Lives within my heart”

“Never thought she'd look my way And she smiled at me and held me”

“I was the master of my fate.”

“I learned the truth too late.”

“I let her steal into my melancholy heart.”

“I'm where I'm meant to be”

“He has never been one of us.”

“Now I know she’ll never leave me.” 

“I should thank you...but it’d be more fun to kill you.”

“This crown gives me a feeling of power!”

“It’s not my fault, I’m not to blame”

“He asked for trouble the moment he came”

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Characters : alpha!Dean, alpha!Sam, omega!sister!Reader

Pairing(s): all the incest!

Series Word Count: 7.8k+ (each part will have its own WC)

Series Warnings: dub-con**, incest, wincest with sister!reader, smut, m/m sex, oral sex, a/b/o dynamics, purgatory!Dean, top!Dean, bottom!Sam, knotting, claiming (each part will be tagged accordingly)

A/N: this is my first time writing a/b/o and sistercest, and for the most part I'm following general rules for the omegaverse but there may be some differences. My fic, my rules, if you have any questions please feel free to ask!

*Possible TW: While this is not a dark!fic, it does contain some dark elements such as: non-con/dub-con smut/knotting/claiming, incest and Wincest. Your media consumption is your responsibility, please note the warnings and tags, and if you see anything you don't like, please move along.

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A year.

He’s been away from Sam, from Y/N, for a year, and if he doesn’t get home to his omega before his next rut, he won’t survive it, of that much he’s sure. Benny had provided him with some relief, but that isn’t what he needed; he needs his omega, needs her sweet, tight pussy wrapped around his knot, begging to be filled with pups. He curses himself now for taking too long, fighting against his instincts because of who she was, his baby sister, the perfect omega, made just for him.

Part One - Dean

Part Two - Sam

Part Three - Y/N

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Dean is a service top and Sam tops from the bottom.

We know that Dean's attentive to the needs of his sex partners. In every sex scene we see in the show, he's following his partner's lead. Anna wants it slow and sensual? Dean's got that covered. Hot and heavy, like with Lydia? Dean can definitely handle that. Born-again virgin Suzy needs to feel special and desired? Dean Winchester reporting for duty. This makes sense. After all, Dean has spent most of his life taking care of John and Sam. As a kid, he was always watching — was Dad mad? Did Sam need something? How could Dean make things better? He's a caregiver. That's what he does. Sex allows him to take care of people in a way that just happens to feel really, really good.

Sam, on the other hand? I'm not saying that Sam is selfish, but he definitely doesn't have the same masochism streak as Dean. Dean never left because he couldn't put his needs over the needs of his family. Sam leaves because he can. And a lot of that is because Dean spent his entire life sacrificing for whatever Sammy needed.

Sam is a monster in the sack. He's aggressive, grabby, and insanely hot. Sam's technique doesn't change based on his partner. He fucks how he fucks, which seems to be just fine with his partners.

So Sam would top, right? We've already discussed the fact that Dean is a sexual chameleon, so he'd obviously be the perfect bottom for Sam — soak up every bit of Sam's sexual aggression. Hell, Sam could fuck Dean harder than any partner before because he knows Dean can take it.

But sometimes, Sam's bound to long for the roles they held as kids —literally as far back as he can remember. He's going to want Dean to take care of him, show that he can overpower Sam, that Dean is all-powerful and perfect and in thrall to his younger brother.

Sam's going to want to dominate Dean by submitting to him. And Dean is SO on board.

But this is Sam we're talking about here, and he's never going to really submit to anyone, even (maybe especially) his big brother. Dean may be the one fucking Sam, but Sam is calling every one of the shots, and they both know that Dean will do anything Sam asks of him. Anything to keep his Sammy happy.

And, even with big brother's cock in his ass, Sam would know, without a doubt, that he and Dean belong to one another, and that Dean is his to command.

Which is exactly the way they both like it.

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My Worthless Love || Part Five

Summary: At first, Dean can’t believe his luck that he gets to date a porn star, but soon the cracks start to show, and Dean gets to see a totally different side to the industry that bursts his bubble and leaves him torn. 

Rating: 18+

Part Tags: teasing, flirting, anxiety, mentions of drug use, misogyny, inappropriate groping, blowjobs, mentions of step father/daughter scenes, jealousy, angst

Part WC: 2250

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“Jesus, you look good in that,” Dean can’t help but tell her as he watches Y/N fuss with the hem of the shorts she’s wearing. 

“I do? It’s okay?” she worries, turning herself around to check herself over in the mirror. 

Y/N’s makeshift dressing room is some kind of spare bedroom in the large house they’re renting for the shoot. Or maybe it’s someone’s actual home, Dean can’t be sure. Either way it’s ten times bigger than anything Dean’s ever stepped in before, and he can see why so many people decide to get into this kind of industry if this is the sort of money it can make you. 

“Sweetheart, if I wasn’t already jealous that some other guy gets you today, then I definitely am now.” Dean makes it no secret that his eyes have dropped to her ass, and Y/N rolls her eyes at him through her reflection, shaking her head. 

“You’re such a guy sometimes,” she complains with a soft smirk. But then it fades and she fusses with her shorts once more, clearly not happy with them. “I don’t know, I don’t think Marv will like them,” she stresses. 

“Who the fuck is Marv?” Dean asks, feeling insulted on her behalf that this Marv guy could have any kind of issue with how she looks in her outfit. 

“The director, so it’s pretty important he’s happy,” she explains. “I have shorter ones but they’re so uncomfortable.” 

“Those are fine,” Dean insists, watching her chew down on her bottom lip all the same, her eyes occasionally drifting over to the shorter pair draped on the back of the arm chair. 

“If Marv’s not happy then Dick won’t be happy,” she continues to fret, like she’s not even listening to Dean. 

“I’ll tell you whose dick is happy,” he tries to tease, just to lighten the mood. But Y/N shoots him a glare that this time isn’t so playful, and Dean realises she’s probably not in the right frame of mind to be cheered up by his juvenile attempts to wind her up. “Who’s Dick, anyway?” he asks next. 

“My agent,” she explains briefly. 

“Your agent is called Dick?” Dean can’t help but chuckle slightly. 

“Yep, and he’s true to his name, so I’d rather not upset him too.” 

Dean purses his lips, seeing how genuinely anxious Y/N seems to be to be letting anyone down, and he wonders what the ramifications would be for her if she did. Surely it would be nothing too serious, right? Probably just a slap on the wrist and told to do better? Not that Dean thinks Y/N is doing anything wrong, especially not when she’s only wearing a pair of shorts they might not love. It’s hardly a crime. 

A knock at the bedroom door breaks Dean’s thoughts, and someone is already walking in before they can be invited in. 

“Marv wants you on set,” Y/N is informed by some guy Dean’s not even seen before. “You’re wearing that?” 

“Is it okay?” Y/N chokes out, a shake in her voice. 

“That’s up to Marv, I guess,” the guy shrugs. “C’mon, we’re running behind.” 

Y/N takes a deep breath as the guy leaves, and she looks in the mirror one last time and tweaks her hair before rummaging in her purse. Dean hears the rustle of some kind of packet, and leans just enough to see her popping two pills out of a packet that Dean doesn’t recognise, grabbing her water and knocking them both back. 

“Are you feeling okay?” Dean checks. 

Y/N looks over her shoulder, confused for a second and then down at the packet in her hands, before quickly stuffing it back into her purse. 

“I’m fine, don’t worry about it,” she forces a smile at him and clears her throat. “C’mon, I don’t want to keep them waiting.” 

Dean follows Y/N quietly, still thinking about her taking whatever the hell she just took and why. What the hell is she expecting this guy to do to her? Does she have to be medicated just to do her job? That can’t be healthy. He wants to pry some more, probe her on what they are and why she takes them, but he knows now is not the time, and he doesn’t want to seem like he’s about to lecture her, she seems to be under enough pressure right now as it is. 

They get to set quicker than Dean had thought they would, and he stays where she tells him to, watching on silently as she heads towards the camera that’s set up, pointing towards a couch in a grand, large living room. 

“There you are,” some older guy grunts. Dean observes the man’s khaki cut offs and the oversized t-shirt that’s doing very little to disguise the obvious beer belly underneath it, the shine on the top of the man’s balding head is almost blinding. “You’re late,” he barks at her. “And you’re wearing that?” he huffs, clearly not impressed. 

“I just thought that–” 

“I don’t pay you to think, sweetheart, I pay you to fuck.” 

“Right, of course, it’s just I’m playing the step-daughter, right? And I figured–” 

But once again Y/N is cut off by the same guy. “I’m the director, I do the thinking,” he tells her condescendingly. 

“Of course, Marv, I’m sorry,” she relents, offering him a shaky smile. 

He huffs another deep breath and reaches out for her, grabbing at her thighs and the hem of her shorts. Y/N instantly looks uncomfortable, but she doesn’t say anything, and Dean doesn’t even notice that he’s clenched his hands into fists until his fingers begin to tingle. 

“Can you at least make them shorter?” Marv grunts, fussing with her shorts as he tries to do just that. Suddenly, some other guy is at her side, also doing the same thing, and Y/N lets herself get tugged around as they deal with the supposed issue. 

Dean has to fight everything inside him not to go over there and whisk her away, but eventually both of them step back, and begin to talk to one another like she’s not even there. 

“It’ll do I guess, we can just make sure she takes them off earlier in the script,” the other guy offers as a solution. 

“What panties are you wearing?” Marv barks at her. 

“Lace thong like you told me,” she replies, suddenly looking worried that she’s got that wrong too. 

“Fine. We can’t waste any more time,” Marv insists. “Go take your place.” 

Dean watches as Y/N obediently does what she’s told, making her way over to the couch and climbing onto it, letting some guy approach her to tweak her clothing and hair. From the little Dean knows about normal movie and tv sets, he assumes that usually, these things are taken care of by the make-up artists or stylists or something, not some random guy that seems to be just taking advantage of the free grope. Either way, Y/N doesn’t complain, and she clears her throat and picks up the TV remote beside her, playing with it quietly as she waits. 

“Where’s Nick?” Someone calls out, and people start looking around the set, some glancing over at Dean. 

“I’m coming,” Dean hears someone call from behind him and turns his head to see some older guy approaching. 

He’s not quite as tragic as poor Marv, he’s clearly many years older than Y/N, but he seems well kept. Dean assumes Nick is the other star of this show, especially after Y/N had briefly explained the plot of the scene being one of those classic step father seducing his new step daughter type ones. Apparently, she gets cast for a lot of those because she looks young and innocent enough. 

“You,” Nick barks, pointing right at Dean. “I’ll have a double espresso and a blueberry muffin, but make sure it’s gluten free, don’t wanna bloat on camera.” 

Dean frowns for a second, before realising the actor’s mistake. “I’m not… urm… I don’t work here.” 

“You don’t?” Nick frowns, crossing his arms over his chest, confused by Dean’s comment. 

“I’m… I’m Y/N’s boyfriend,” he explains. 

“Who?”

“Y/N… the urm…” Dean gestures towards her on the couch and Nick looks and his eyes widen. 

“Oh, that’s her name,” he nods. “Not worked with her before, but damn been looking forward to it,” he grins at Dean. “Y’know, she’d be a big name if she took some of those things off her limits list.” 

Dean’s almost relieved to hear that Y/N even has a limits list, but then is instantly pissed off with this guy for suggesting she compromises on her boundaries for a job that is clearly already sucking the life out of her.

“You should talk to her about that, get her to lighten up,” Nick adds with a smug grin. Dean forces a smile, but doesn’t trust himself to reply verbally, so he just nods his head. “Anyways, anything I should know about your girl? Anything that drives her crazy?” he blinks. Dean’s dumbfounded by the question, so much so he doesn’t even know how to answer. “You know what, dude? Don’t sweat it, I’m sure I’ll figure it out, these sluts are all the same.” 

As Nick saunters off towards the set, Dean clenches his jaw. “She’s gonna fake it anyway,” he mutters to himself, glaring at Nick’s back and wishing that he didn’t have to go anywhere near Y/N. 

If Dean had been uncomfortable with random men groping Y/N before she even made it on set, or with Nick talking about her the way he did, then he’s even more uncomfortable watching Y/N’s hair wind around Nick’s fist as she kneels at his feet and starts to suck his cock. He’s seen her do this to other men plenty of times before, but it’s so different seeing it on a computer screen as opposed to right there in front of him with his own two eyes. There’s a camera man standing practically directly over them, but Dean also has a second view from the viewing screen that Marv is watching intently. And Dean’s fairly sure Y/N isn’t enjoying it, because he can see from the look in her eyes as she looks up at Nick that it’s not the same expression she’s ever given him. That fills him with a little comfort – at least until he considers the fact that that means that she isn’t enjoying herself. 

It’s a bittersweet thought to Dean, that he can’t quite get his head around. In some ways, it’s a good stroke to his ego that she’s clearly not enjoying herself with this guy like she does with him, and it only confirms what she and Sam have been reassuring him that porn is fake, and that at least when she’s with Dean, she’s authentic and it’s real between them. But then on the other side of that coin, it means that she’s putting herself through something so degrading and dehumanising, taking god knows what just to see it through, and she doesn’t even get anything good out of it except an apartment that’s a little nicer than Dean’s. There has to be more to her decision to do this job than just money. 

“You’re killing me, sweetheart!” Marv shouts out, and Dean realises that Y/N is pulling away, reaching up to wipe drool from her chin as she coughs and splutters, turning her face away from the camera. “What the fuck is wrong with you today?” 

“Sorry,” she chokes out. “I’ll keep going,” she confirms, resettling back into her original position. 

As she begins again, Marv groans in exasperation. “At least pretend you’re enjoying yourself!” he shouts out. Y/N grows a little more enthusiastic, but the message clearly hasn’t been delivered to her face, because there’s not even a hint of a smile on her features. 

That’s when Marv glances over his shoulder, his eyes falling on Dean, and he pulls another guy to one side and whispers something to him. The guy approaches Dean now, and Dean wonders what the hell is going on as Y/N still tries her best to put on a performance in the background. 

“You need to leave.” 

“Leave?” Dean frowns. “I’m not doing anything,” he argues. 

“You’re putting her off. Get out of here.” 

Dean wants to protest some more, glancing over the guy’s shoulder towards Y/N who is concentrating on her work. He doesn’t want to cause any further problems for her, and she definitely isn’t as on the ball as she’s seemed in the movies he’s seen before. Maybe him being here is an issue. But he also doesn’t want to leave her alone with a room of what he can only describe as asshole perverts. 

“I should stay,” he concludes. 

“You should go, or you’ll be taking your girlfriend with you. Marv is losing his patience with her.” 

Dean takes a deep breath. He doesn’t want to be the reason she loses her job. With one last glance in her direction to be sure she’ll be okay, he clenches his jaw and turns on his heels, already worried he’s making a mistake.

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