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sofreddie · 3 years

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Serendipitous Souls 4

Summary: "Is this the part where you kiss me and sweep me off my feet?"

Characters: Dean x OC!Reader, Sam

Warnings: Fluff, Smut

Word Count: 2,577

A/N: So, a little BTS secret here: I wrote this whole story in one long thing and had to go back and break it up into chapters. It broke up kind of funny, with some parts being a lot longer or shorter. I'm sorry about that irregularity, but it's just how it worked out, ya know?

"Is this the part where you kiss me and sweep me off my feet?" she chuckled nervously and blushed, not sure what else to say as her heart was in her throat and Dean's words said more than enough. "I thought you were supposed to be bad at expressing yourself?" she asked playfully, trying to lessen the seriousness of the moment and maybe stall out on that kiss cause really she's panicking.

"I'm not bad at it," he defended, "I just don't like doing it. But when it's important, when it matters, hell yeah I'm gonna say my peace."

She nodded in understanding, giving him a small smile which he returned. She hesitantly lifted a hand and placed it on his arm as it rested around her. She looked from her hand to him shyly, before she felt him flex his muscle beneath her hand.

"Did you just flex?" she teased with a laugh.

His boyish grin was as bright as the sun, "You liked it," he teased back, doing it again. She playfully slapped at his chest. Dean grabbed her hand, trapping it against his peck, which brought her closer to him. He leaned in the rest of the way, quickly bringing their lips together.

He figured since she ripped off the band aid, he could too.

Her body tensed and froze in his hold as their lips collided, before he felt her relax into his hold and kissed him back. As they slowly - cautiously - moved together, she moaned, softly and sweetly. The sound tingled the hairs on the back of his neck in a really nice way. His hands tightened their hold, dragging her forward, her legs widening to accommodate him, pressed together. He drug a hand up her spine, into her hair and the back of her head, tilting her to allow him a better angle to kiss her harder, deeper.

His head was swimming with it. With the feel of her lips and the taste of her tongue and the vibration of her moans into him. It was the best kiss he'd ever had. He'd never felt something like this. His imagination could have never conceived a kiss as intense and passionate and soul-deep. And this was only kissing. He was gonna lose his damn mind.

"Fuck," Dean groaned, resting his forehead against hers, his hand in her hair holding her to him, still needing her close, not yet ready to let go. Maybe never ready.

"Did I do something wrong?" she asked ashamedly, "Did I hurt you? I'm…a little out of practice," she chuckled bashfully, lowering her gaze and dropping her arms from him.

"Hey, don't do that," Dean held her closer, her hands coming to his shoulders to balance herself as he held her so close it nearly bowed her backward. "Nothing is wrong," he assured her with a peck to her lips, "It's just amazing and intense and I just realized we only have an hour left," he kissed her again, deeply, before parting to rise to his full height. He pulled her up with him, his hands coming to rest on her hips as he held her against him and he gazed down at her.

He kissed her deeply but quickly, taking her by the hand and leading her hurriedly to his room. He opened his door, wiggling his brows at her playfully and she giggled as he tugged her inside, shutting the door behind them.

She paused to look at his room, really look at it. It was just like in the show, but different somehow. Real, she supposed. She couldn't linger on it long though as Dean's arms wrapped around her waist from behind.

"You said you're out of practice?" Dean asked from behind her, his breath fanning over her head. He lifted a hand to brush her hair aside, dropping his lips to the base of her neck revealed by her shirt. She hummed in response, her eyes fluttering close at the feather-light touch of his lips to her skin. "So am I," he admitted, pulling back enough to turn her in his arms to face him. Her hands landed on his pecks, before moving to his shoulders. She squeezed lightly with a smirk, leaving one hand on his shoulder, the other trailing up the back of his neck, pulling him closer.

"How is that possible?" she chuckled, surprised at her ability to even speak, let alone be playful.

He shrugged, "Aside from being busy with the life," he sighed, shaking his head, "It just takes more time and energy than I'm willing to give to charm a new lady here or there. Especially when I know I have to walk away. Every time," he sighs, tugging her closer, nuzzling his nose along her hairline and down her jaw, placing delicate kisses on her skin.

"But with you," he speaks against the skin of her neck between kisses to the tender flesh, "I want to spend the time and energy. I know I don't have to walk away. I don't want to walk away," he breathes out, before sucking a light mark into her pulse point. Her body shuddered against him as she moaned.

"Dean," she moaned out, grasping his face in her hands and making him meet her eyes, "If you mean it and you want to, we can explore all of this further," she says, taking a step back from him and removing her shirt, revealing her bare torso underneath, "And if you want to take it back later that's fine too," she continues, removing her pants and then her underwear and Dean could only stare, his eyes devouring every inch of her newly revealed skin, "But we are sort of under a time crunch here and I don't want to cut it too close. Sam's at risk after all," she said before sitting on the end of the bed and scooting herself back until she met the pillows, holding his gaze the entire time.

Dean finally got his shit together and hurried to remove his clothing, before crawling up the bed, hovering over her on all fours as the two of them hesitated and bought time letting their eyes roam.

The blush went all over, Dean soon witnessed, and that made his cock swell. She was pale and pink, but voluptuous and curvy. Naturally beautiful, like those old Renaissance statues and paintings. He suddenly felt utterly pissed at himself. If they had met in the world somehow, he's not sure she would've been someone that even caught his attention. And he hates that. Cause he would've missed all this.

"Dean?" she questions softly and he can see her worry and move to cover herself.

"Don't," he says, surging forward to press her hands down into the bed, "Don't hide from me. You don't ever have to hide from me. You're beautiful, Y/N."

She blushed and smiled at him again and Dean had to kiss her breathless. She shifted underneath him, parting her legs to allow him room. He shifted, placing one leg between hers. She sighed and moaned as his lips trailed down her neck, nipping and sucking and driving her into a frenzy. One of his hands skimmed along her side, acquainting her with his touch, before moving south towards her mound. Time crunch be damned he would make sure she was ready and he knew a few tricks if her body happened to be stubborn.

He nibbled on her collarbone as he cupped her mound, humming as he felt her warmth. He didn't want to be abrupt, though his cock was screaming differently at him. In fact, his whole body was tense with need, but he fought it back with all he had.

He drug his tongue down her chest to her nipple before encasing it in his warm, wet mouth and sucking gently. She moaned, her head thrust back into the pillows and Dean took that moment to part her folds with a single finger. She gasped, her legs spreading slightly wider and Dean moaned around her breast, dragging his blunt teeth over her nipple as he felt how wet she was already. He found her clit easily, brushing her wetness over the sensitive nub.

"You're so responsive," Dean moaned his praise as he lifted his head to kiss her lips once more. She gasped and Dean chuckled as he slipped a finger inside her warm wet channel. He choked as his laugh turned into a moan. She was so tight. Around a single finger. Fuck! "So fucking tight, Baby, oh my God."

"Jesus, Dean," her hips stuttered and her walls clenched around his single digit.

Dean hummed in approval once more, working a second finger into her tight channel and gently scissoring her open.

"Is it the dirty talk?" He asked, his voice deep and seductive and for her. She couldn't help but be trapped by his gaze once more. So intimate. Terrifyingly so. But she couldn't look away, "Or is it because I called you Baby?" he asked with a grin.

"B-both," she stuttered out, losing herself to the feel of Dean. Inside her. Pleasing her. Preparing her.

"I wanna taste you," Dean announced as he kissed his way down her body, "Wanna make you cum before I fuck you."

"Holy shit," she breathed out, feeling like she was about to cum already.

"You gotta relax, Baby," Dean mumbled as his lips trailed over her thighs, his fingers still steadily working into her, opening her up. She just nodded and moaned, trying to relax her muscles. But it's been so long. And it's fucking Dean. And she still can't look away, but neither can he.

She's nervous, he can tell. He'll save all his questions for later. She's not focused, she's not relaxed. So Dean decides to distract her. To command all of her attention.

He dives into her pussy, tongue lapping up her juices, tickling at her clit, before sucking it hard between his lips. She bucks and keens and her hands fly to his head while her legs spread wider. He hums in satisfaction around her clit, her flavor tangy and sweet and thick on his tongue. He wants to stay here, to savor it, to learn every nook and cranny and reaction. But they're running out of time and his cock is running out of patience.

He laps, nips, sucks, and slurps at her pussy as he works a third finger into her channel. He moves his other arm over her hips, holding her down 'cause he can tell she's gonna be one of those that runs from it. Another sharp suck of her clit and she comes. Her walls clench hard around his fingers, undulating in waves. He works her through it and her hips try to wiggle, she tries to get leverage and pushes at him, but he knows there's more to wring out of it. He grunts, holding her down firmly, his fingers fucking her fast. As she calms down and hums, he kisses her pussy, gently removing his fingers.

"You okay?" he checks with her, nuzzling his nose against hers.

"Yeah, wow. That was intense," she laughed.

"You ready for me, Y/N?"

She moans and her eyes flutter, "Yes, Dean," she spreads her legs invitingly and Dean positions himself between them, his body flush against hers, his cock laying between them against her damp and quivering folds, "Please," she moans so sweetly, dragging her slick along his cock, enticing him.

And he's so beyond ready he can taste it on the back of his tongue.

She wraps her arms around him, one hand on the back of his shoulder, the other on his lower back, pulling him to her. It's been so long. She's worked up. It's Dean and she's drowning in the pleasure he's given her. Everything else fades away and there's only them and now.

Dean feels it too as he shifts his hips and knees, lining himself up with her entrance. His eyes hold hers as he enters her, inch by inch, their mouths hanging open, breaths held, as they truly connect, for the first time. As their hips meet, Dean's cock buried to the root, they both release their breath, sounding like a punch to the gut.

It's intense. Dean could die right now and he'd be happy. He actually might. She feels so fucking good he almost can't stand it. It's perfect. She's perfect. He allows her time to adjust. His cock carving out a home inside of her, molding her just for him. He groans, beginning a slow slide in and out, allowing the two of them to explore, touch, feel.

He loves that he gets to have her bare. Gets to feel all of her. Lets her feel all of him. His hips pick up pace, plunging deep on every thrust. She's delirious with pleasure, trying to hold back her sounds, thinking she's quiet, but Dean knows she'd be a fucking screamer if she'd just let go.

"Fuck," Dean groans, "You feel so fucking good," he breathes hot against her neck, grinding his body against hers. She grips him tightly, desperately, her hands roaming his body. He loves the way she touches him. He's gonna cum soon, he can feel it. The tingling feeling creeping up the base of his spine. Then it fully hits him, he realizes - or remembers - that he gets to fuck her bare because he has to breed her. His hips stutter at the thought and he moaned, capturing her lips in a desperate and filthy kiss.

"I'm gonna cum, and I want you to cum with me," he panted against her lips, fucking her fast and hard. One of her hands flew to the headboard, using it to push back against Dean. "That's right, Baby," Dean growled. One of his hands flew to the top of the headboard, using it to pull himself into her harder and deeper. Her legs wrapped around his hips, her heels digging into his ass as she made the most sinful sounds.

"Come on, Baby," Dean grunted as he fucked into her, "Cum on my cock and I'll fill you up so good. Fuck a baby into this beautiful body of yours. Fuck!"

"Holy - Fuck - Dean!" she screamed out as her orgasm crashed into her violently. She thrashed and writhed beneath Dean, her walls clenching around him and holding him deep and tight. He cried out in ecstasy as he came deep inside her, in excess.

Dean kissed her and nuzzled her, and kissed her some more as the two of them came down from their highs. Though he stayed inside of her, soft as he may be. The thought of not being inside of her was too much at the moment. He kisses her sweet and deep until he has to move. He slowly pulls his softened cock from her dripping folds, watching as his cum oozes forth. He hums in satisfaction before dropping onto the bed beside her.

"I should go check on Sam," Dean suddenly says after catching the clock and realizing how close they've cut it. He jumps up, throwing his clothes back on as quick as he can. Y/N is frozen in bed, sheet tucked up around her body, just watching him.

"I'll be right back, okay?" Dean says, leaning over to peck her lips, "Don't go anywhere," he adds before leaving the room and hurrying down the bunker corridor.

Forevers:

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Dean Winchester:

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Serendipitous Souls:

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@xhannahbananax03

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@crist1216

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abalone-n-seashells · 4 years

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Hello 👋🏼 I'm just beginning witchcraft and I'm a little worried about something. I have a very deep connection with the ocean and kinda have a feel I'm a sea/elemental witch along with being eclectic. The thing is, I live in the city and I can't visit the sea unless it's during the summer. Any tips?

⭐️ My very 1st ask!! ⭐️

Hi there! No need to feel worried when starting the adventure and journey that is witchcraft. This will be a long reply because I just have so much to say and maybe it’s relevant maybe not but it’s advise and helps a lot with the practice 😅

It sounds like in your situation you’re a “landlocked” sea witch and yes that’s totally a thing. I know that it’s tagged that sometimes on sea witch tags for witchblr.

Some tips for landlocked sea witches are:

🌊connect with water elements/ water (by this I mean either go swimming, enjoy the rain, take long showers. Really anything that involves water so you feel that connection and flow to nature) heck I know it’s bad for the environment but I’ll literally just have my hands in the sink after washing my hands and feel the water coming out. Right now I’m away from the ocean too because I’m with family. I am near a river though that flows into the ocean. I like to think that my blessings I give when I walk the river path flow to ocean kind of like mail. 🤷‍♀️ Water is water and your message will be sent 🌊

🌊create your own sea water/salt water. This can be done by boiling tap water or any water (even moon water if you’re in to that) and adding in salt. I personally recommend special salts instead of just table salts but it’s honestly up to you. I just know I prefer to use the natural salts.

🌊listen to waves! Totally a thing on YouTube! You can find the 1hour version or the 10 hour version of just ocean waves 😂 I love it and honestly when I first started my journey I utilised the sound of waves and the sea to feel a stronger connection and to help me feel relaxed. I’ve recently gotten into it again just to calm down and feel grounded.

🌊 the aesthetics. I love sea themes. I have shells and starfish and shells and just the whole surfer beach aesthetic thing going on in my room and alter. Anything you can find such as shells or even netting you can turn this into the “sea witch aesthetic”. This can be done by buying things online if you can or even just your trips to the beach when you do go. I have so many bottles of sand and shells that I’ve collected from just trips to the beach over the summers. Wearing different shades of blue can also help. I wear blue coloured crystals all the time just to feel the connecting 😅

🌊 help the environment. I minored in college environmental science with a focus on water safety and filtering (specifically the Chesapeake Bay Area) I’m passionate about clean water and saving sea creatures. You don’t have to donate to these causes but just telling people can do wonders. Whatever you’re comfortable with but just being able to help the friends of the sea/ocean makes it cleaner and better for us and makes the bond stronger.

These were just a few tips for landlocked sea/ocean witches. I’ve been in both situations of being able to devote my practice to the access of a beach to even being landlocked in a river city. It’s totally up to you how you want to practice. It’s an ever changing way (much like waves) and it’s whatever makes you comfortable.

I will say my practice is different than most sea witch on tumblr that I’ve noticed. I’m a hellenic polytheistic and instead of devoting my practice to Poseidon the god of the sea whom I had no connection to whatsoever I tried my luck at Amphitrite, goddess of the sea. But despite doing my practice focused mainly on her I also practice with other minor gods/goddess whom I feel that “connection” (kind of like if you ask permission and that feeling you get when they say okay). Your practice doesnt have to be just “sea witch” or any specific label. But like I said this is just how I do my witchy business, whomever you feel a connection too is your choice.

Really it boils down to how YOU feel about your practice and YOUR comfort. Sea witches go with the flow and adapt but we stay true to our basics: water/sea. I think you’ll be wonderful and good luck! ❤️

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