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ripperwinchester · 5 years

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Hide and Seek

Summary: When Dean gets loose the only way to get out is to play his game but it doesn’t quite go as expected

Pairing: Demon Dean X Reader

Warnings: Smut, Angst

Words: 1618

Not having the old Dean around made things hard for you at times, you would spend most nights babysitting him while Sam tried to find a cure. You felt hopeless at some points, but you knew your Dean was in there, and you would do anything to get him back. While you’d admit he did get annoyingly more hot than before, it also came with being more annoying too.

It was Saturday night, you and Sam had been out all day, leaving Dean in the bunker locked in the dungeon. After arriving home you, decided to make dinner for the boys. Sam had decided to keep working on a cure for Dean, in the library, while you made dinner in the kitchen.

You got the hamburger meat out of the fridge, took a knife from the chopping block and sliced open the package. You threw the patties onto the hot stove top.

As you put the cooked hamburgers onto the plates you heard a crash in the distance.

“Sam?” You yelled, there was no response. You knew it was probably just you being paranoid. Sam had probably just knocked over a pile of books in the library. Despite you trying to reassure yourself, you still peeked your head out of the kitchen door and called his name again. This time you heard a faint thud.

You grabbed the knife off of the counter and made your way to the library trying to be as quiet as possible. You found yourself searching the halls and making your way into the library. Looking around the room you saw no sign of Sam, while continuing to search, your attention only got averted when you heard muffled footsteps. Calling out Sam's name, you yet again got no response.

As you followed the footsteps, you felt a funny feeling in your chest that something was wrong, and boy were you right. You found Sam in the hallway knocked out cold, you dropped down to the ground to help the younger brother, you searched for any open wounds. While not finding any, you decided to check his pulse. You placed your pointer and index finger on his neck. Just before you could get a clear indication, you heard a voice you knew all too well.

It was Dean.

He was singing your name over and over again asking you to come out and see him. A thousand thoughts ran through your mind, starting with how did he get out in the first place? He was locked downstairs in the dungeon strapped to a chair with handcuffs that Rowena had made to insure he couldn’t escape.

“Come on out Y/N, you know I’d never hurt you.” He yelled while slowly walking around the bunker, head turning at every corner.

You knew he wasn’t going to give up, so you picked up the knife from beside Sam that you had sat down and silently tried to make your way back to your room to grab some kind of weapon. Something that wasn’t your kitchen knife. You had only moved about a few feet before you heard a big crash. Suddenly, an alarm sounded and a slow red light started flashing.

The power was completely shut off, and it was pitch black besides faint flashes of red. You couldn’t see a thing, your breathing became heavy. You took the knife in your left hand and put it to your side while your other hand was feeling the wall trying to not to run into anything. You only moved when the walls would turn red from the alarm.

“Nowhere to run now, don’t worry it’s only hide and seek.” He called out in a hoarse voice.

You could hear him coming closer, but knew you didn’t have a chance against him in this situation So you did the only thing you could think of, play his game. If you could get him into a room, you would be able to trap him, which would buy you enough time to make it to your room, grab a weapon and try to get him back to the dungeon.

“Alright Dean, you win. Come get me, well, that’s if you can find me.” You spoke firmly. You started to run, you knew it wouldn’t take him long to figure out where your voice had come from, and if you wanted any chance of getting him back, you couldn’t be dead.

“Not a very good idea babydoll. You’re playing with fire you know?”

“Oh I know I am, but it’s no fun if you can’t catch me.” You replied in a seductive tone, trying to egg him on. You could hear him snarl from your response, so you knew time was running out. You stumbled your way into Dean's room, and decided to sit on the desk placed behind the door. Your hope was since it was dark, when Dean walked in, you would be able sneak past him.

In what felt like no time, he had found you, slowly he had pushed the door open while he hummed a light tune. You saw him for a split second while the alarm had flashed red. You positioned yourself to be able to run when the door shut. Knowing that you had to act fast, you silently hopped off the desk and pressed yourself against the wall. You knew you had to knock him out in order to get past him.

You took the knife you had been carrying and approached his backside, You felt large hands wrap around your neck and you dropped the knife to the floor. He pushed your back against the wall.

You stared into Dean's eyes as they flicked into pitch black. He kept one hand on your neck and the other was slowly moving up the inner part of your thigh, tracing patterns. He moved his lips up your neck, and then to your earlobe.

“Did you really think you could outsmart me?” He whispered while looking you up and down.

You struggled to speak, “Dean, you don’t want to do this.” It wasn’t that Dean was choking you and you couldn’t breathe, it was more like, you really loved it. Well more importantly you loved him, and even with him as a demon, him being this close to you made something inside you get excited.

He hummed in response.

“Y/n, we’ve wanted to this since the very first moment we met you.” He said, with his light touch moving further and further up.

“Let me go, Dean.” You said, squirming, his had hand had lightly brushed over your throbbing core.

“We both know you don’t really want that Y/N.” This time when he brought his hand back, he didn’t take it away. Instead, he started rubbing circles on your sensitive clit through your shorts. A quiet moan escaped your parted lips.

“D-dean we shouldn’t be doing this.” You stammered as you felt every hair on your body stand up from his touch.

“I see the way you look at me, I know that little mind of yours has dirty thoughts about how you want me to touch you. You can’t fool me with your good girl act.” He grinned.

“No, there is no act, Dean, i’m just not bad like you.” You lied, there were countless times you had imagined you and Dean being intimate just, not while he was demon.

“So you’d feel nothing if i did this?” He placed his lips on your neck lightly sucking, grazing his tongue along your skin and removing his hand from your thigh and placing it under your shirt kneading your breasts.

You could feel him smile against your neck as you let out another moan.

With his right hand still clutching your throat, he took his other hand and pulled the fabric of your shorts to the side. He moved his hand up to your panties and began playing with lace. His fingers danced around everywhere. Everywhere, except where you needed him the most. You were so wet it was unbearable.

“I want you Dean.” You pleaded.

Dean smirked, he released your neck from his hold and grabbed both of your hands, pinning them above you. He leaned into you, so his lips could attack yours. You closed your eyes and melted into the kiss until you heard the door slam open. Before you could react you heard a gunshot and a loud grunt. Your hands fell by your side as Dean fell to the floor.You looked over in the dark to see the outline of Sam in the doorway.

“Y/N are you okay, did he hurt you?” He asked running over to check on you.

You tried to stop your heavy breathing as Sam walked over. You glanced down at the demon who had been shot, it was only in the shoulder but you wished he hadn’t been shot at all. You looked up at Sam.

“Yeah i’m okay.”

Sam wiped the sweat beads from his forehead. He leaned to down to pick up Dean to carry him back to the dungeon before he woke up. “Thank god I got here when I did.” He spoke.

You finally got your breathing under control from the aftermath of what you and the older Winchester were about to do.

“Yeah, who knows what things he might have done.”

Your eyes looked back down to Dean laying on the ground. You instantly thought of what he had said to you, did he mean it? Had he always wanted to do those things to you? Did he feel the same way about you?

You kept your eyes trained on him. Demons always lie, right?

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ripperwinchester · 5 years

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When I’m With You

Part: 1

Summary: Damon has had his eyes on you for awhile now and you've had feelings for him since you can remember. The only problem is you wont admit it, until he shows up at your door at 1:00 am.

Pairing: Damon X Reader

Warnings: angst

Words: 1194

A/N: So this is part one, If this goes well I will be more then happy to do part 2 which is after Damon arrives on your front door step.This is my first time ever writing so I’m sure there are plenty of mistakes but constructive criticism is welcome:)xoxo

Being at the Salvatore boarding house was nothing new to you considering you were there almost everyday. However, lately you'd been there much more often in the past weeks from the invite of Damon.

You didn't mind considering you had a crush on the older brother. You had liked him from the very first moment you met. He always made smug comments about what you were wearing, how you looked that day and things he claimed he wanted to do to you if he ever got the chance; but you shrugged it off, not putting too much thought into it.

For once, you had actually been at the boarding house for Stefan, rather than the malicious older brother you had grown so fond of. Most of the time had been spent trying to think of a plan to get some sort of curse off of Elena.

After hours of looking things up on the computer and rummaging through piles of old books you came up with nothing.

You looked at Stefan in exhaustion with his response being “Go home and get some sleep Y/N we’ve been at it for hours, everything will still be here tomorrow.” He sounded exhausted.

“I know you Stefan Salvatore, as soon as I leave your going to stick your head right back in these books until you can’t see straight.” You said in response.

Moments later he was shoving you out of the room, “I don’t really know why I even tried to convince him otherwise, he’s always thinking about everyone but himself.” You said to yourself as you trailed down the stairs to go grab your things and leave.

Just reaching the bottom step you felt a slight wind pass you and an arm snake around your waist. You jumped at the sudden placement and turned around. To no surprise, it was Damon with his signature smirk plastered on his face.

“Leaving without saying goodbye baby girl ?” He commented, with his hand moving lower on your waist.

“That’s kind of the plan.” You spoke with a stupid smile you couldn’t wipe off your face while trying to drag his hand from your lower back.

“Don’t be so cruel to me Y/N.” He said with a sad puppy dog face while moving in closer to you.

It was truly insane how he could make your heart flutter just by simply touching you or standing next to you. It made you feel nervous every time, which he gladly took notice of as your cheeks flushed a bright shade of red.

“So now you’re blushing for me huh?” Damon teased.

You decide to just let that comment slide while you continue your pace to your bag. You could feel his stare going up and down your body as you bent down to collect your things.

After you collected all of your things and had finally made your way to the door you knew it had been to easy. For the one second you had turned your head to check to see where he had went, he was standing right in front of you and for that matter, in front of the door.

“Are you upset with me, did I do something wrong?” He questioned.

“Of course not, why would I be?” You spoke while raising an eyebrow.

“You keep avoiding me at every chance you get and you’re even here with Stefan instead of me to work on this damn curse.”

You knew he had a point to what he was saying, it was true. You were avoiding him as much as possible to try and dig your feelings for him into a grave they couldn’t get out of.

“I’m sorry Damon I didn’t mean to, it’s just-” You stopped.

“It’s just what!” He exclaimed. “Oh i know, you’re in love with Stefan aren’t you?!” He said with the most angered look on his face.

“Damon I’m not, you know that.”

“Do I Y/N?” A tear turning up in the corner of his eye.

You’d never seen Damon act like this, he’d always been so smug and cocky but now, he seemed broken but even more impassioned with anger.

“The same god damn thing happened with Katherine and now you, its like I can never get it right!” He yelled.

“Damon please” You uttered under your breath as tears festered in your eyes.

He stayed with his back turned to you, he wouldn’t face you at this point. You couldn't take it any longer, as you took a step closer to him he turned at you with vamp speed and pinned you on the wall with one hand above your head and the other placed around your neck, gripping tightly.

“You need to get out of here Y/N and you need to do it now.” He said, veins appeared and started to pulse underneath his eyes while fangs ripped from the front of his mouth. He dropped you to the floor and turned his back to you.

You had never felt more broken in your whole life then this very moment, as soon as he had released the tight grip around your neck you could feel the flushed red hand prints that you knew would leave bruises. You sobbed running through the front door trying to catch your breath, at the end of the driveway all you could hear was the sound of things breaking.

Damon could hear your sobs from inside while shattering everything in sight. He had glass embedded into his hands from everything he had just destroyed. As the veins from underneath his eyes faded and his fangs retracted he had realized what he just did, collapsing onto the rugged floor.

Soon after Stefan came down the stairs to see what had happened, worried that you had been injured. Stefan now looking at the sight of his brother on his knees blood dripping from his hands as tears gathered in his eyes.

“What did you do Damon, Y/N isn’t hurt is she?” Stefan asked concerned.

“I would never hurt her Stefan..I love her.” Damon yelled.

It was past midnight when you made it to your house. You had finally put on your favorite pajamas and were settling down into to bed, doing anything you could to try and forget what had just happened.

You felt as if you should be scared out of your mind but truly you weren't. Maybe it had something to do with you spending a majority of your time with non-living beings? You had seen more peoples neck snap than you could count, but it was more than that.

Finally deciding to close your eyes and stray into sleep you heard a knock on your door. You forced yourself to find a light switch, you got up and fumbled down the steps to the front door. You fiddled trying to unlock the door you finally managed to push it open. Looking up from the door knob you couldn’t believe your eyes, you rubbed them to make sure you were seeing things correctly. Damon was standing at your front door.

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