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hannibals-favourite-meal · 9 months

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Sam Winchester x plus size reader

Truth serum plus hidden feelings and a major amount of lust for your best friend is bound to end well

Warnings: truth serum, reader is hornee, implied smut, size kink, Sam is taller than the reader, explicit thoughts, mutual pining, mentions of a hunt

WC: 1.1k

Minors DNI

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Falling in love with Sam had been easy- not only was he stupidly handsome with those big hazel puppy dog eyes and a killer body, but he was kind and he was smart. He loved with his whole soul and would do anything for anyone, even after all the shit he had been through.

What hadn’t been easy, however, was just how horny you got every time you even thought of the giant hunter let alone be around him. If he was tracing lines in a book to keep his place, you thought about what his fingers would feel like inside of you. If he was working out, you wondered if he would make those same noises in bed. And worst of all was when he was talking animatedly about something, his entire body came alive with passion and excitement. His eyes sparkled and his smile was always huge. And yet all you could think about was having his face between your thick thighs, talking into your cunt as he feasted.

Needless to say, you had absolutely destroyed your scant collection of toys and taken more cold showers than warm. Eventually, you had to reach your breaking point.

It had been a witch hunt in Arkansas that went slightly wrong. People all around town were suddenly compelled to tell everyone around them their darkest secrets, ruining their lives in the process. It was a pretty simple cut and dry witch who had some vendetta against liars so she was forcing everyone to tell the truth. You and Jody picked up the hunt as some kind of demented girl’s trip and it mostly went off without a hitch. At least until the witch got you with a truth spell right before the sheriff dropped her.

You had arrived back home with your mouth practically sewn shut in an attempt to keep yourself from telling the boys your innermost thoughts until the spell wore off (which Jody assured you that it would be a couple days at most). Claire and Alex already had their fun asking you questions that you could no longer lie in response to, leading to them learning why there’s a bottle of deluded bleach and air freshener in the back of the Impala and the ‘no tequila after midnight’ rule.

Dean quickly discovered your ailment after you bluntly told him that his new orange flannel and grown out hair made him look like an oversized carrot, and he was determined to break you. But unfortunately for him, you were a hell of a lot smarter than him and could find ways to easily distract him.

You and Dean sat across from each other at the library table, eyes locked to each other as you both desperately tried not to blink. A game born out of desperation not to reveal your darkest secrets and childish rivalry but with a month’s worth of laundry on the line, the game was a matter of life or death. Your eyes burned as you struggled to keep them open but you refused to back down now, especially when Dean’s face had begun to turn red with the strain, you knew he was close to breaking.

Then, disaster struck. Right as his eyelids began to twitch with the need to blink, Sam walked into the library wearing a tight white shirt and grey sweatpants and obviously not wearing briefs. Immediately your mouth went dry as your concentration was broken. You didn’t even hear Dean cheer that he won, you just kept looking at his brother who was now browsing the many shelves for something to read.

Dean rubbed at his eyes while glancing at his younger brother before sarcastically remarking. “Looking good Sammy.” Sam responded with a scoff, returning to his search and letting you get a glimpse of his perky backside.

The words tumbled from your lips before you could stop them, spilling out of your dirty mind like an unstoppable river. “Goddamn, how about you bring that perfect ass over here and I’ll tell you how I can make you look even better.” Everyone froze, including you, and then you opened your mouth again. “You’d look hotter with me sitting on your face.”

Silence settled over the bunker, your veins filled with dread. “Oh god please ignore that I said that- well actually, I don’t want you to ignore it. I really do want to sit on your face but right now I really want to throw myself off a cliff. So I think I’m gonna go do that. Have a nice life boys.” You went to slip from your chair but suddenly your wide hips were pinned to the edge of the table but two huge hands.

Sam loomed over you, his eyes dark with lust as he smirked down at you. “Now why would you go and do that when we could test your little theory.” Your breath caught in your throat. He dipped down, bringing his face to yours until you were close enough to feel his breath on your lips.

“I-“ You stammered. Wetness pooled between your thighs as he stepped even closer, pressing his hardening cock to your soft body.

“Oh what is it baby? Can’t speak anymore? Don’t worry, you won’t be able to stop making sounds when my mouth is on your cunt.” He growled into your ear.

Neither you nor Sam noticed when Dean sprung to his feet and ran off into the depths of the bunker to escape the very obvious tension on the brink of exploding between you. Your fingers tentatively curled into his shirt, making his smile grow. “That’s a good girl, now how about you go to my room and get undressed. I wanna see if you get even more beautiful when you’re on top of me.”

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Sam had always found you incredibly intoxicating but even more so now. You were dead asleep on his chest, your breaths even as you slumbered on. Sam took pride in your exhaustion considering he was the cause. He gently stroked the soft skin of your hip, tracing over the texture of your stretch marks delicately as to not wake you.

You sighed in your sleep, nuzzling closer to his bare chest. He kissed the top of your head and with a great amount of care, slipped from your hold. You stirred only for a moment before settling once more. He dressed quietly and slipped out of his room.

The smell of freshly brewed coffee wafted from the kitchen drawing him in like a siren. “Morning.” He muttered as he wandered in, shooting his brother a glance. Dean nodded at him from his place at the small table, drinking his coffee silently.

As Sam poured two mugs of the bitter drink, he spoke again. “She was right, you know.” Dean hummed and looked up at him curiously. “I do look better when she sits on my face.”

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Get Off the Highway || Chapter 1

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Plus Size Reader

Word Count: 1.2 K

Warnings/tags: Enemies to lovers trope, pining, angst, fluff, childhood trauma, eldest daughter syndrome

A/N: I’m sorry for the short chapter. There isn’t much Dean in this one or much of an interaction between them. But I really hope you enjoy it. It is a short introduction to Reader and the very first meeting between our reader and the Winchesters. I know it says enemies to lovers trope, but I think it’s more along the lines of rivals to lovers. A bit like Anastasia and Dimitri, from the animated movie; Anastasia. If you know, you know. Which we’ll get more in the next chapter.

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“Thanks,” You smiled at the waitress as she refilled your cup.

She sent a quick smile your way. “Let me know if you need anything else.”

“Will do.”

Sitting in the booth by the window, you were waiting for the help that Garth had promised you. You still had a hard time believing that he had sent the Winchesters your way. You had been working on this case for a little over two weeks. Strange killings had been going on in town. Wasn’t that how every hunt started? Strange deaths, classified more often than not as animal attack.

You knew better though. Everything about that case pointed to vampires. You had been able to locate their nest. Only problem was you were alone and there were at least eight of them. And before that case, you had never hunted vampires. Many hunters believed they had been hunted to extinction. And so far, you could only agree with them. Until now. It was a pretty big nest. At least, it was to you.

Not much of a team player, you usually hunt on your own. You liked it better this way. You didn’t have to depend on anyone for your survival. And you were the only one you had to worry about when on a hunt. It was better this way.

A dark muscle car parked next to yours on the parking lot. Two tall men climbed out of the car and made their way into the diner. The bell over the door rang as they walked through it. You observed them as they looked around the diner, certainly looking for you. The tallest of the two, with hair that belonged in a shampoo commercial, was the first one to clock you. Broad shoulders, tall, the Winchesters were handsome men. Way out of your league.

“Sam and Dean Winchester, I presume?” You asked as they stopped by your booth. You introduced yourself as they took a seat across from you.

The waitress stopped by your table. They placed their orders, and the waitress left with a smile on her face. And you told them everything they needed to know about the hunt, the nest and the location of it.

Your back slammed against the wall as the male vampire shoved you into the wall. You tried to push him away as the vampire snarled before he dived for your neck. You had a plan that you had, of course, shared with the brothers.

“That’s a stupid plan.” Dean scoffed.

“How is it stupid?” You asked with a frown.

“Too complicated.” Dean retorted. “It’s vampires, we go in, kill them, save the girl, go out. Simple, easy.”

“And my plan is stupid.” You scoffed in turn. “What about the not getting killed part?”

“We kill them before they kill us.” Dean said back.

“You have an answer for everything, huh?” You crossed your arms over your chest, annoyed at him.

And now, there you were. Fighting off a vampire because Dean Winchester thought he was too good for your plan. Alright, maybe your plan wasn’t all that good. It was the first time you were hunting vampires, after all. And sure, Sam had given you precious tips on how to take down a vampire. But Dean could have at least given you the benefit of the doubt. Or at least, given your plan a chance. It wasn’t all that bad.

You always thought there were safety in numbers. Although, you’d rather hunt alone. However, this was a vampire nest and you needed help. And your plan was for the three of you to stick together while you go through the nest. The Vampires would not know you were there. Chances were, they did not expect anyone to come to their nest. It wasn’t a grand and complicated plan, as Dean made it sound. It was your plan. And you liked to do things your way.

That was why you were annoyed more than anything. It was your hunt and your plan. And Dean Winchester decided that he would take over. And you simply did not like it. But you swallowed your pride because he knew better than you did. He had hunted vampires before while you had not. So, you trusted his opinion but you still didn’t like that they were not doing things your way.

“Took you long enough.” You said breathless, as the dead vampire fell to the ground. Beheaded.

“You okay?” Sam asked you.

“Yeah,” You nodded quickly. “I’m good.”

“SAM!” You both heard Dean call from upstairs.

On Sam’s heels, you rushed upstairs to Dean’s rescue. There, you saw more vampires and still no trace of the girl. One of those vampires was pining Dean to the floor, going for his neck. As soon as you reached the landing, the vampires turned on you and hissed. You reached into your pocket for the syringe that contained the dead man’s blood. It was poison to vampires. It would not kill them but incapacitate them for a little while. You stabbed the first vampire that reached you in the neck, and they crumpled to the floor. You took this opportunity to behead the monster. Sam was a little to your left, fighting his own vampire. He kicked it in the stomach before marching onto it. Judging that Sam did not need your help, you rushed to Dean, and beheaded the vampire attacking him.

You pulled him to his feet. His hand covered his bleeding neck. Your eyes immediately went to Sam. The latter was kneeling on the ground, straddling a headless body. You looked around you. Bodies were strewn around the room. It seemed you had taken care of all the vampires. You abandoned the brothers to check the rooms. You had to find the girl, make sure she was alright.

She was not. Not really. The vampires had fed on her and thankfully, she had not been turned into one herself. Physically, she would heal but emotionally—there was a long road ahead of her. You hoped she would move on from this eventually.

“It’s a weekday.” You said as an answer after the brothers invited you out to the bar.

“So?” Dean frowned at you.

“I don’t drink on weekdays.” You shrugged.

Dean scoffed before shaking his head. “It’s just a drink after a hunt.”

“I get that but I don’t drink on weekdays.” You retorted. “You guys go. Do what you usually do. I’m going back to my motel.”

“Suit yourself then.” Dean said before walking up to his car.

You exhaled as you watched him go. “Anyway, thanks for the help.”

“You’re welcome.” Sam smiled down at you. “Are you sure you don’t want to come?”

“Yeah, I’m sure.” You smiled at him. “I’d rather go back to the motel.”

“Well, if you need help with anything, give us a call.” Sam offered kindly.

“Will do.” You nodded. “It was nice meeting you guys.”

Sam grinned at you. “Yeah. Be safe out there.”

“You too.”

You waved him goodbye before you drove away. You wouldn’t call. Not if you can help it. But it was nice to know you had the option if you chose to. It couldn’t hurt to have the Winchesters as your ally, could it? And who knew? Maybe you would call.

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hotpeoplesimp1 · 3 months

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Dean Winchester Oneshot

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem plus!sized reader

Warnings: MDNI, not plot, pure porn. Oral (f receiving), praise kink, thigh slapping though minor, soft!dom Dean, Dean because he is a warning, boob play, dirty talk, p in v, no protection (which is stupid, wrap it before you tap it), insecurities, body image issues. I think that’s it, let me know if I missed anything.

Summary: nothing. Just smut

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“Fuck, sweetheart… You’re soaked.” Dean breathed out from above me. His green eyes blown with lust and hunger.

My body laying down on the bed, my heart pounding in my chest. Feeling extremely vulnerable and open, but also needy and desperate. Biting my lip in anticipation as he looks stares at my bare, wet pussy. Trying to close my thick thighs, my insecurities creeping into my mind. But he wasn’t having that. He grabbed my thighs and spread my legs.

“No, no.” He tsks. “Don’t you dare try to take this view away from me.” He all but growls. Leaning down and kissing me roughly, his tongue swiping over my bottom lip. I can’t help but groan softly, his hand squeezing at my waist, his other one beside my head, using it to support his weight above me. Lifting my hands up and threading my fingers through his hair, kissing him back just a feverishly.

I still couldn’t believe him of all people, Dean Winchester, liked me. This Greek God of a man, who’s the most amazing person I know. It makes no sense why he would want me. Especially considering the girls he usually goes for, the skinny, model looking ones. While I’m not “fat”, mostly because of hunting, I’m not thin either. I’ve got thunder thighs, a softer, squishy stomach, bigger breasts, and stretch marks.

Before I can get too lost in my thoughts and my overthinking, he trails his lips down my jaw. Sucking and nibbling as he goes. Arching my back into him. One of my hands trailing over his broad chest, his shirt thrown somewhere in the motel room along with my clothes. His hard on pressing against my lower stomach.

“Dean…” I whimper. His lips sucking at my collarbone. Tightening my grip on his hair. His every touch makes my skin tingle, my nerves alight as if I’m on fire.

He simply hums against my skin, smirking. Gliding his lips down my skin, to my breasts.

“God, look at these beautiful tits.” He groans. My face flushing. His calloused, strong hands on my breasts now as he squeezes at my flesh. Pushing them together, as he takes one of my nipples in his mouth. Sucking harshly. My back arching more into him as I moan loudly, bucking my hips. A rush of heat going straight to my core, wrapping my legs around his waist. Tweaking my other nipple between his thumb and forefinger, tugging softly once in a while. Sending a shudder down my spine. Twirling his tongue around my areola, then my nipple before sucking at it again. Once satisfied with the amount of attention given to one tit, he moves to the other, repeating the same thing while his hand groped and squeezes my other breast.

“Please, Dean.” I whine. I’ve got no clue what I’m asking for, just that I’m desperate for it. He chuckles lowly against my skin, sending vibrations through my body. Gliding his skilled mouth down my ribs and stomach. Littering my soft skin with kisses, as if trying to show that I’ve got nothing to be insecure about. My breath hitches when he moves down to my pelvis.

“Wh-what are you doing?” I ask shakily, breathless. Leaning up on my elbows.

“What it looks like.” He answers, still smirking. His strong hands holding my legs open, giving him access to my dripping cunt. “You trust me, right?” He checks. Wanting to make sure I am in fact ok with this and comfortable.

“Yes.” I answer without hesitation. Causing his smirk to morph into a full blown grin.

“You sure? You ok with me eating this pretty little pussy?” He teases. Making me clench around nothing.

“Yes… Please, Dean.” I whimper. My hand in his hair, tugging it slightly, making him growl in response. Sending another bolt of electricity down my spine and to my core.

He lifts my legs over his shoulders, kissing along my thighs sensually. Taking his time, his eyes closed in ecstasy. Getting more impatient, I start to squirm. Before I can complain, he licks a stripe between my folds. Letting out a shuddering moan, both my hands in his hair now, tugging at it harder. I’ve never felt so good.

“Fuck… You taste as good as I thought you would. Could spend the rest of my life like this.” He murmurs against me. Looking up at me with his beautiful green eyes, watching as I react. Wrapping his lips around my clit, sucking softly. Gasping and screwing my eyes shut.

“Eyes on me, baby.” He scolds, slapping my thigh lightly to get my attention. I jolt in surprise at the action, opening my eyes and looking down at him. My lips agape in silent moans, and my brows furrowed in pleasure. He then dived back into my pussy, eating me out like a starved man. Plunging his tongue into me, making my hips buck to get more. Moving his tongue to my clit, drawing lazy patterns on it. It doesn’t take me long to realize he’s spelling his name, the notion making my heart flutter.

I gasp when I feel one of his fingers tracing my entrance. Mewling when he slides it in, rolling my hips. “Fuck, Dean!” I whimper. Feeling him curl it in just the right place.

“God, you’re so hot like this.” He praises. My pussy clenching around his finger, causing him to groan softly. “Been dreaming of this. Making you moan my name over and over ‘til you can’t take it. Of having this perfect pussy all to myself and show you just how fucking perfect you are.” He admits.

My eyes widen in shock, never having expected that. Feeling my stomach erupt in butterflies, my face flushing. I can’t believe he… God… I’m snapped out of my thoughts once again when he slides another finger in. Groaning at the mix of pain and pleasure as his thick fingers stretch me out. His tongue and lips still on my clit, doing wonders.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. Wonder how you’ll take my cock.” He growls. Sending vibrations through my body, clenching around his digits. He slowly starts to pump them in and out, still lapping my clit with his tongue. Making dirty, sinful sounds that I should be embarrassed about, but can’t bring myself to care. Hearing him slurp against my cunt like it’s his favourite meal does things to me. My nerves on fire. He starts to pump them faster, harder, curling them once in a while and hitting my G-spot. That familiar heat growing in my belly.

“God- fuck, I’m gonna cum.” I warn. Arching my back more, grinding against his face and fingers. Tugging at his hair harder, gripping tighter. Throwing my head back in bliss.

“Do it. Cum on fingers like a good girl.” He encouraged. Sending me over the edge. My muscles tense, tightening my thighs around his head. Crying out his name, followed by profanities and praise. He keeps his fingers in, letting me ride out my high, still working his mouth over my sensitive clit. Slipping his fingers out and lapping up my juices, not missing a drop.

“Good girl.” He murmurs. Licking another stripe along my pussy. Then making his way back up my body, kissing me feverishly. Tasting myself on his lips but not caring.

“Dean…” I whimper pathetically. Trailing my hands down to his belt and unbuckling it.

“Someone’s impatient.” He teases, smirking. In retaliation I start to palm him through his jeans. Dean groans and grits his teeth. Dropping his forehead to my shoulder, peppering kisses over my skin. Quickly unbuttoning his pants and helping him tug them and his boxers down. Discarding the fabric with the rest of our clothes.

My eyes widening when I see how… well endowed he is. Wondering how the hell that’s gonna fit in me. Sensing my worry, he kisses me.

“I’ll go slow.” He promises. I nod, leaning up to kiss him again. Placing my hands on his broad shoulders, he lines up his cock. Looking into each other’s eyes as he slides in slowly. Gasping softly at the burn of him stretching me out. My breath getting caught in my throat. Resting my head against the pillows as I get used to his size. His hands on either side of my head, his muscles straining. Letting my eyes flutter closed.

“You can move…” I breathe out. Looking back up at him, seeing his jaw clenched, the vein in his neck bulging. Panting above me. Yet he doesn’t move just yet.

“Give me a minute, sweetheart…” He groans. “I move now, I’m gonna lose control and start pounding into you.” He huffs.

Feeling bold, I lean up again. “It’s ok. I trust you.” I whisper. Kissing his neck slowly. He moans and starts to move. Slowly at first, pulling back until only his tip his inside me. Then pushing back in. He does this only a couple times before picking up his pace. Slamming deep inside me and hitting my G-spot, making me cry out and moan. Digging my fingertips into the skin of his shoulders.

“Fuck… take my cock so well. So-… tight. Can feel you clenching around me…” he growls against my neck. Tilting his head down to watch as my tits bounce from the force of his thrusts. Moving his one hand to grab the headboard, his other grabbing my thigh and lifting to get a new angle. Making my eyes roll back in my head and practically scream his name. “Fuck, Dean!”

“That’s it, baby. Let me hear you.” Deb encourages. Sucking at my neck as he pounds into me relentlessly.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop!” I plead, feeling that coil tighten in my stomach.

“Trust me, I have no plans on stopping.” He assures. Causing me to squeeze his cock again, making him moan.

“M’ gonna-… fuck… I’m so close…” I whimper. Screwing my eyes shut.

“Good girl. Make a mess all over my dick.” He grunts into my ear. Still panting and groaning above me. His permission making my climax crash over me. Seeing stars and my eyes rolling back. My body shaking with pleasure, raking my nails down his back. His thrusts stutter as he gets closer, moaning loudly as I finish.

“I’m gonna cum…” he warns.

“Fuck. Cum, Dean. I want you to cum inside me.” I whimper shakily. My words sending him over the edge, spilling into me and covering my walls with his spend. He collapses on top of me, though supporting most of his weight on his elbows as to not crush me. Kissing my neck, jaw, and then my lips. Moaning against his. The kiss slow and lazy.

He pulls away, pulling out of me. I whine at the loss of the feeling of him, feeling empty. Though he stays hovering above me. Both of our bodies covered in sweat, my hair sticking to my neck and forehead, both of us panting, hearts pounding. Looking up at him with a dazed grin.

“You’ve got no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” He breathes out. Wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him in to kiss me again.

“I really like you, Dean.” I whisper softly.

“I really like you, too.” He grins.

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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 2 years

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𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖐𝖙𝖔𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

⋆ Happy Halloween everybody! you know what that means... It's kinktober time! So, gather around my blog as I post daily updates of a new kink with your favorite characters!

Day 1: Daryl Dixon — Rough Sex

Day 2: Steve Rogers — Captain Kink

Day 3: Dean Winchester — Submission

Day 4: Castiel — Corruption

Day 5: Daryl Dixon — Hair Pulling

Day 6: Spencer Reid — Hand Kink

Day 7: Aaron Hotchner — Uniform Kink

Day 8: Emily Prentiss — Teasing

Day 9: Rick & Daryl — Threesome

Day 10: Spencer Reid — Size Kink

Day 11: Maggie Greene — Brat Taming

Day 12: Daryl Dixon — Shotgunning

Day 13: Michonne Hawthorne — Body Worship

Day 14: Bucky Barnes — Overstimulation

Day 15: Dean Winchester — Blood Play

Day 16: Sam Winchester — Throat Fucking

Day 17: Rick Grimes — Sir Kink

Day 18: Daryl Dixon — Sweat Kink

Day 19: Dean Winchester — Food Play

Day 20: Spencer Reid — Strangers

Day 21: Glenn Rhee — Handjob

Day 22: Bucky Barnes — Choking

Day 23: Dean Winchester — Somnophilia

Day 24: Priest!Sam Winchester — Blasphemy

Day 25: Micheal!Dean Winchester — Knife Kink

Day 26: Spencer Reid — Handcuffs

Day 27: Aaron Hotchner — Spanking

Day 28: Penelope Garcia — Aftercare

Day 29: Demon!Dean Winchester — Biting

Day 30: Natasha Romanoff — Femdom

Day 31: Thor Odinson — Dumbification

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ejlovespie · 2 years

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It Ain't About Pity

Pairing: Dean Winchester x plus-sized fem!reader

Summary: Dean Winchester has eyes for the reader. She has no idea. When he finally figures out why she’s been dieting, he isn’t pleased.

Words: 6200+

Warnings/Tags: 18+ NSFW / cursing / body image issues / low self-esteem / curvy reader with negative thoughts / oral (fem receiving) / fingering (fem receiving) / unprotected P in V sex / dirty talk / praise kink if you squint / breeding kink if you squint / hair pulling / rough sex / Dean being a soft Dom / lil bit of angst / fluffy fluff at the end

A/N: Heyyoooo. Who wants to read random Dean smut on a Wednesday morning? Me, apparently...lol

Anyway, unbetaed. Any and all mistakes are mine. Please read the warnings/tags on this one. Most of this is porn so minors, stay away! As always, comments, likes, and reblogs are super appreciated. Enjoy! xoxo

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You ignore your sore muscles, burning lungs, and the uncomfortable bouncing of your breasts as you sprint the last half mile back to the bunker. Clearing your mind of anything but a warm shower, you push yourself to near exhaustion. Deep breaths, you were almost there. Icy air fills your lungs. Your skin itches and sweat drips into your eyes, making it harder to see as you turn the corner. The front entrance was right there. So close. Picturing something with teeth is biting at your heels, you groan and finish the last several yards, coming to a fast stop right in front of the metal door. Your chest aches painfully as you attempt to wipe the sweat off your face.

Trying to slow your rapid breathing you stretch your torso, even though all you want to do is bend over or drop to the ground. The shower was calling your name as you practically force yourself to take a few minutes to stretch your arms and shoulders. Once it feels like you wouldn’t pass out, you begin to stretch your legs, bending at the waist to touch your toes. You turn your head as the sound of metal grinding breaks through the morning silence. Turning around, you brush messy, damp hair out of your face as Dean stares at you from the doorway. Barefoot, he wears a fitted plain black t-shirt and gray sweatpants. He must have just woken up as his sandy-brown hair was still mussed on one side like he had slept on it all night. Ignoring the intense desire to run your hands through it, you straighten and laughed at the pinched look on his face.

“Good morning..What’s with the face? You look like you woke up on the wrong side of the bed.”

Dean squints at you. Crossing his arms over his chest, he grumbles, “It’s six o’clock in the morning and it’s damn near freezing outside. What the hell are you doing out here?”

Morning sun starts to peek through the trees and bright golden light paints the snow. It was cold. Little puffs of air slip past your lips and goosebumps break out on your sweat-damp skin. You smile as Dean sticks his hands between his armpits, grimacing at you. God, he was handsome, even now, no..especially now. Your heart races in your chest as he looks you up and down.

“Come inside and put some damn clothes on. Running in nothing but leggings and a t-shirt...You’re an insane woman, you know that?”

Dean had turned around to head inside and you follow him, rolling your eyes as he nags you. Closing the door behind you, you take the steps downstairs two at a time and make a beeline for the kitchen where the smell of coffee greets you. Standing at the counter, you pour yourself a cup and add a splash of your favorite creamer, not noticing when Dean walks in behind you. You don’t see the way his eyes travel the length of your body as you make yourself busy. You don’t see the way he grits his teeth when you reach up to grab a cup or how his eyes linger on your ass. You have no idea how much Dean loves it when you wear yoga pants. You have no idea how much he loves your curves and how desperately he wants to touch you. How he pictures kneeling in front of you, slowly peeling your tight pants off your curvy body. Picturing how he would reach around and cup your ass before discarding your panties and diving into your sweet pussy.

Closing his eyes, Dean forces the dirty thoughts out of his head before you looked up and noticed the very obvious situation in his pants. He takes a seat at the small table as you turn back around.

“Do you want a cup?”

Dean’s eyes widen at the question and you gave him a confused look as he stares at you. His lips part slightly, forming a small O. He asks, “I-uh, a what?”

Gesturing to the coffee pot you clarify, “I just meant..do you want a cup of coffee?..”

Dean’s face relaxes and he chuckles before looking away awkwardly. “OH. Um..nah. No thanks. I’m just gonna stay down here and make some breakfast. You better go get first dibs in the bathroom if you want any hot water. Sammy will be up any minute and you know how long he takes with his hair.”

Nodding, you grab a bottle of water before heading for the door and silently wonder what was up with him. You had never seen Dean flighty or nervous before but lately he had been around you. You contemplate why as you walk down the hall to your room to grab clean clothes. You didn’t think you had said or done anything to him to cause his weird change in behavior. You thought back, trying to remember if there had been a conversation or something to explain it but come up with nothing. Sighing, you step into your bedroom and set your coffee cup down on the desk. The small space was mostly dark, lit only by the small lamp by the bed. Chugging the water, you set the bottle down before rummaging around in the small dresser. You grab a pair of clean socks, panties, jeans, and your favorite shirt, which you had stolen from Dean. It read ‘Led Zeppelin’ across the chest and was faded and soft from probably a hundred washes. You smile looking down at it and run a hand over the soft material.

Clothes in hand, you rush to the bathroom as noises stir from Sam’s room across the hall. Dean wasn’t joking about the hair thing and you had to wash the sweat smell off your body.

Thirty minutes later you emerge from the bathroom feeling much better. Looping back around to grab your coffee, you head back to the kitchen to grab a snack and get to work. Dean was still there, now eating a plate of eggs and bacon at the table. He smiles as you walk in and top off your coffee.

“You hungry? I made food..bacon and eggs. Breakfast of champions.”

Your stomach growls as he speaks. It smelled amazing and you seriously missed bacon. You had been on this stupid diet for a month now and wanted to eat some real food...but you couldn't. Grimacing, you take another long sip of coffee, hoping it would stave off the hunger and grab a red apple from the bowl on the counter.

Shaking your head, you force a smile and say, “No, I’m not really hungry..thanks though.”

Dean stares at you, knowing you were lying as he just heard the sounds your stomach had made. He narrows his eyes on you as he begins to realize why. You fidget as his jaw clenches. With a sigh, Dean silently puts his fork down before wiping his mouth with a napkin.

Looking you in the eyes he says, “Getting up to run for an hour everyday..barely eating. You haven’t even touched the Oreos I bought you and they’re your favorite. Why are you dieting, Y/N?”

Heat creeps up your cheeks and you quickly look away from his piercing green eyes. Staring into your cup, you tried to ignore the embarrassment as Dean stares at you. An awkward silence stretches on for a long, tense moment. Finally, you open your mouth to say something, anything really, when Sam walks in.

Looking up, you breathe out a sigh of relief and greet him. “Sam! Hey, good morning. Dean made breakfast and coffee. I’m gonna hit the books.”

You could hug the younger Winchester, you're so relieved. You didn’t want to discuss your weight or body issues with Dean. Not now, not ever. Sam greets you and smiles as you walk past both him and his brother, heading to the library for a long morning and afternoon of research.

Hours fly by as you stare at the laptop screen and scribble notes down. Although you didn’t have a case lined up, you had been doing some extra research into werewolves and another possible way to kill them. Engrossed in a forum article, you didn’t see Dean walk in with two plates until he sets them down on the table beside you. Startled, you jump and pull out your headphones and look up at Dean. He had showered at some point and was dressed in his usual jeans, flannel, t-shirt, and boots, hair showered and perfectly in place. His eyes were hard, challenging, and you realize why as you look down. Your stomach growls as you stare down at the two slices of pizza with your combination of favorite toppings. Silently, Dean sits down next to you.

“Lunch time, sweetheart. I think you’ve been staring at that screen long enough.”

Dean was tense. Sitting rigid in his seat, his mouth thins into a firm line as his eyes stay intensely fixed on you. Suddenly, you felt like a fly caught in a spider’s web. Looking away from him, you glance at the food he brought you and grimace. You should have known he wouldn’t let this morning’s conversation go.

Swallowing, you shake your head. “Dean, thank you but–” You were cut off mid-sentence as Dean spins, his chair scraping against the floor noisily. Facing you, he reaches over and grabs the arms of the chair you were sitting in and turns you to sit in front of him.

Facing him, your mouth drops open as he leans forward, elbows on his knees, and asks, “Y/N, why are you trying so hard to lose weight?”

Embarrassment makes your neck and cheeks color as Dean stares at you, his face only inches away from yours. You were trapped by his eyes, caged in by his body. Your breath comes out fast and uneven. You couldn’t tell him the truth, how you hated the extra weight you carried. How you hated feeling undesirable and awkward. You desperately wanted to feel pretty, wanted to look in the mirror and be proud of what you saw. You were so tired of staring back and seeing your gapless thighs, soft tummy, and too-large breasts. You wanted a hunter’s body, a lithe, thin frame with muscles. Not stretch marks and boobs that would bounce painfully when you ran. A small voice, hidden in the back of your thoughts, reminds you how you wanted to look like one of the women Dean would go home with...

No, you couldn’t tell him any of that.

Taking a deep breath, you reply slowly, “I’m trying to eat better and exercise a little. There's nothing wrong with trying to be healthy.”

Dean’s eyes blaze and you tense as he bites out, “That’s crap and you know it! There’s a difference between being healthy and starving yourself. You haven’t eaten any real food in weeks. You’ve been pushing yourself every day you..you look like you're about to pass out every time you come back inside from running like a bat out of hell for an hour, sometimes two! So I'm gonna ask you again, why are you trying so hard to lose weight?”

Fight or flight was kicking in and you desperately wanted to run away. You couldn’t look at Dean’s face anymore without wanting to cry. Your head hurt and your stomach growled. You were so damn hungry and being cornered and pushed to answer questions you didn’t want to answer was starting to piss you off.

Straightening, you argue, “You know what Dean, it really doesn’t matter what I do with my body because it doesn’t concern you–” Pointing a finger at him your voice got louder as you grew angrier. “–It’s mine. Not yours, mine! I can shove as much food in my face as I want or eat as little as I want. It’s my choice and I'm way too hungry and too tired for you to be in my face like this. Not everyone can have a perfect body while eating cheeseburgers and drinking beer all day!”

Breathing heavily, your eyes widen as you realize what you had let slip out.

Perfect body.

Shit.

Gritting your teeth, you try to back away. Your face is red hot now from embarrassment as Dean’s face slowly changes from a shocked expression to a smug one. His full lips spread into an impish smile and his grip on your chair tightens.

Leaning forward another inch, he murmurs, “So..you think my body is perfect?"

He was too damn close. Your head swims from the smell of him, an intoxicating blend of musky man, whiskey, and clean soap. Leaning back, you shake your head, prepared to lie once again.

You couldn’t think with him so close. “I–no. That’s not what I meant. It’s just that..that I have to work harder than you guys..It's like I gain five pounds just by looking at something with sugar or carbs. I hate the way I–” You stop rambling, afraid to say too much and see the inevitable pity in Dean’s eyes when you call yourself fat.

The light in Dean’s eyes fades, his smile once again morphing into a serious line. “Hate the way you..what? Look? ‘Cause, guess what sweetheart, there’s absolutely nothin’ wrong with the way you look.”

Your bottom lip trembles slightly and you close your eyes as Dean reaches up to cup your cheek. You can’t help but lean into his touch, enjoying the feel of his skin on yours. His hands roughly calloused and large. A small sigh escapes your lips as his thumb brushes over your skin.

His voice goes deeper, turning gravely as he says, “You’re beautiful, Y/N. Inside and out…especially, out. If you knew the dirty thoughts I have of you whenever you walk around in those tight pants or a pair of short shorts..you would probably slap me.”

Eyes flying open, you meet his stare and suck in a sharp breath. Dean’s eyes were a dark shade of green now and in them was an emotion you recognized but had never seen from him. Desire. Your faces were so close together now. You could smell the mint toothpaste and whiskey on his breath, could see the gold flecks in his irises and the black of his pupils dilating as you stared at each other. Silence thick with tension draws on but this time, you don’t want Sam to interrupt. Your mind screams at you to run, to flee. You were imagining things, Dean couldn’t want you, not in the way you wanted him. He was so far out of your league it wasn’t even funny, but..but your heart was telling you to lean in. To close the gap between you and end this torture. You wanted to finally know what his kiss would taste like.

Making a choice, you speak. Quiet but firm, stating, ”I wouldn’t slap you.”

The tension lasts for about three heated seconds as Dean stares at you, searching your eyes for something before he moves. Faster than you thought possible, he manages to stand, picking you up out of your chair like you weighed nothing, and sets you on the edge of the table. Pushing the forgotten plates of pizza away, Dean straightens in front of you.

Staring down at your chest he murmurs, “I love it when you wear my clothes..but I’d prefer to take them off you.”

He reaches out then, fingers at the hem of your– his shirt, he pauses for a moment. Looking into your eyes, he asks without saying, is this okay?

You're at eye level with his chest and notice how his pulse pounds rapidly in his neck. Biting your lip, you lean forward and softly kiss him there, thinking, yes, this is more than okay. You smile hearing Dean’s sharp intake of breath and then he’s moving. Your shirt is pulled off and tossed aside somewhere. His rough hands are sliding down your arms and then they’re on your waist. Straightening, you push aside the need to cover up or suck in. A soft curse leaves Dean’s mouth. You’re not wearing a bra.

Biting your lip, you look up at Dean and study his face as his eyes travel over your bare chest. His hands move slowly, moving from your waist up your ribcage to caress the side of your breasts. He takes his time as you hold your breath in anticipation, almost afraid that if you move, Dean will disappear like in a dream. Thankfully, this isn't a dream. His large hands slide to the front of your breasts and spread wide. He squeezes, gently, and moves his thumb to trace over your hard nipples. He sucks in a breath at the breathy sound that leaves your mouth. You're sensitive there and it feels like every nerve ending in your body comes alive at the small touch. Your belly dips and heat pools between your legs as Dean groans and lightly pinches you pert nipples. You moan quietly as firey lust shoots through your body. He’s barely touched you, hasn’t even kissed you yet, and you feel about ready to explode.

“You’re gorgeous, Y/N. Perfect. Fucking perfect. I can’t wait to taste you sweetheart.”

His words make your stomach flip. Stroking your sensitive flesh, you moan as Dean leans forward and finally seals his lips to yours. The kiss isn’t soft or sweet; he devours you. His tongue darts into your open mouth and you lean into him, needing more, wanting more. His mouth and hands are making you light headed and dizzy. Lust overwhelms you as your panties quickly go from damp to uncomfortably wet. A scrambled thought occurs to you, you need to not be the only one without clothes on.

Your hands reach out, desperate and clumsy, to yank on Dean’s shirt. He helps you pull it off and you’re able to manage unbuttoning his jeans and start on the zipper before he backs away, fly halfway open. You stare at him, greedy eyes taking in his body for the first time. You were right. He was perfect.

You whine softly as he pulls away and Dean chuckles. “I’m going to taste you, remember?”

Your eyes widen as he steps forward and spreads open your thighs with his large hands. Your socks are pulled off and then he’s going to the waistband of your jeans. He makes quick work of the button and zipper and then he’s lifting you up and sliding them off.

It’s like you’re in a fever dream as you sit on top of the table in the library wearing nothing but cotton underwear in front of Dean Winchester. You just barely resist pinching yourself. When Dean kneels on the floor in front of you, you finally lose some of your newfound confidence and attempt to close your legs. You didn’t realize he wanted to taste you like that. Heat creeps up, staining your cheeks with color once again. Uncertainty floods you. A man had never done this for you before, never even offered. You figured they just didn't like it because it was gross. You're about to say something when Dean's hands on your thighs stops you. The intensely dark look he gives you as he spreads your legs open once again would be permanently burned into your memory.

There would be no argument.

He moves in closer between your thighs and his hands move up the bare, smooth skin of your legs, up to your underwear. His fingers come up and push the thin material aside before the tip of his finger brushes your dripping center. You squirm as he touches you. Making a noise in the back of his throat, Dean pushes one finger in, stroking and curling inside of you slowly, letting your body adjust to the pressure. You whine and shut your eyes as pleasure slams into you.

Groaning, he bites out, “Fuck baby..you’re soaked.”

Suddenly, Dean pulls out the digit that was inside you and brings it to his mouth. Your breath stutters as he closes his eyes and sucks it clean, moaning as he does so. It’s the most erotic thing you had ever seen. Pulling the clean finger out from between his lips, Dean reaches out to pull your underwear off. Eager and needy, you try to help by lifting your butt and soon you’re completely naked on the table.

Breathing heavy, Dean pulls your hips forward until you're just barely sitting on the edge. Taking one of your legs, he kisses your inner thigh before bending it at the knee and placing it on his shoulder. His hand goes to your other leg and opens you up wider for him. Your hands grip the wood hard as Dean leans in and buries his nose in the soft, tamed curls above your center. He inhales you, groaning, before his mouth finally moves down. He places a soft kiss on your inner thigh, so close, before finally, his tongue darts out to lick at your folds.

It feels so good, you take in a shuddering breath as tears prick at the corners of your eyes. The feel of Dean's tongue on you is pure bliss as he takes his time licking your folds clean and dipping his tongue inside of you. You moan, louder now, and lean back. When Dean looks up at you, your face is angled up, eyes squeezed shut and teeth biting down on your lip to keep quiet. He stops and waits for you to look back down at him.

Voice guttural he commands, "Eyes on me sweetheart. I want to see your face when I make you cum with my mouth."

A spike of hot lust shoots through you at his words. Nodding, you stare down at him as he leans back in and this time, places his lips around your clit and sucks. It's euphoric. A strangled cry escapes your lips and your hands reach out to grip at Dean's hair. He moans against you and sucks in again before his tongue is caressing and flicking at the sensitive bundle of nerves. Need takes over, making your body react without conscious thought or permission. Gripping the soft strands of his hair, you pull hard and grind yourself against his face until spots dot your vision. Moaning nonsensical words, curses, mumbled praise and pleading.

You beg him not to stop, beg him for more. You whine when Dean pulls away but it's not for long. He brings a long finger up to his mouth, sucking on it for a second before he places it at your dripping center. Using your wetness, he slicks it even more before sliding it into you slowly. You practically howl as he crooks the digit, long and thick, inside you, brushing against your g-spot.

"Oh, fuck! De–Dean..please. I–I need more. Please." Your words are breathy and soft but they sound loud as they echo off the walls in the library.

You're not used to asking for what you want because sex has never been like this before. It was always in a bed with the light off, you on the bottom trying not to crush the guy. This was unlike anything you had experienced before. The way Dean touched you, made you feel anything but chubby or awkward.

He groans as he moves in close and suctions his lips around your clit again. As his tongue darts out to flick you and his finger begins to move faster inside you, white hot pleasure consumes your body. Tears streaming down your face, you loose control as Dean brings you closer to orgasm. It wasn't pretty or soft like in the movies. Your body shakes as your muscles twitch above him. For the first time, you weren’t thinking of how your tummy rolls looked or how your breasts swayed while Dean worked you over. The only thing on your mind was focusing on the pleasure he gave you. The loud squelching sounds of him finger fucking your wet pussy was something out of a porno.

Against your pussy lips, Dean growls out, "Fuck yeah, sweetheart. Ride my face and cum on my tongue for me. I need to taste your sweetness baby girl. You're so pretty, so perfect. Even better than I imagined."

Moving the hand that had been cupping your ass, Dean reaches up and softly rubs one of your hard nipples. The light touch on your sensitive flesh pushes you over the edge and you cry out, losing yourself to white hot bliss and cum hard against his mouth. Holding you tightly to him, Dean moans licking and swallowing the pleasure that floods from you against his tongue. He holds you, savoring your taste until your hands loosen in his hair and your body finally relaxes.

Biting your lip, you look down at his face with bleary, tear stained vision. Dean pulls back to kiss your thighs. When he looks up at you, eyes still dark and shining with desire, you blush at seeing his full lips, nose, and chin slick with your wetness. His thumb comes up to wipe at his mouth and you gasp as he slides it between his lips. The groan he makes is deep and needy and suddenly you wanted more than just his tongue and fingers on you.

Tugging gently on his hair, you say, “Dean..I’m clean and uh..on the pill.”

Dean smiles devilishly up at you before saying, “Tell me what you want, Y/N.”

Swallowing, you lick your lips, nervous, before whispering what you wanted. “I want you inside me. I–I want all of you.”

With a hunter's grace, Dean moves fast. Wasting no time, he jumps to his feet and unzips his pants the rest of the way before pulling them down with his boxer briefs. Your eyes go wide as his cock springs free. He was long and thick, weeping at the tip. Your mouth waters at the sight of him. He was perfect. Better than you had imagined, alone at night in bed. Dean steps forward, a look of tension on his face.

“I should be doing this in a bed, not here..on a hard table. You deserve candles and flowers and all that crap…But, I–I just can’t wait, Y/N. Fuck, I can’t wait, I’m so sorry.”

You shake your head, ready to argue when he steps into your body and places the head of his cock at your entrance. Your breath catches in your throat as he groans, brushing the tip against your wet folds, coating himself in your slick. His eyes stare down at your mouth before traveling up to focus on your eyes, “Fuck, sweetheart. You’re so warm and soft. I need you, Y/N.”

Impossibly, his words cause hot lust to flood through you again. “Dean, I don’t need candles or flowers, I need you. Just you. I’m yours.”

A look of peace passes over Dean’s face before he pushes himself inside you. Your mouth drops open as he bottoms out and a quick pinching pain turns into a pleasant fullness. You moan and rest your forehead against Dean’s as he closes his eyes and starts to move slowly. He breathes in and out roughly as you squirm against him, aching for more friction.

You whine, not caring how needy and high pitched your voice sounds. “Dean..pl–please, I need more.”

He doesn't move any faster but his hands reach up to touch you. One hand stays on the curve of your waist as the other travels up the length of your neck. Turning your chin up and to the side a bit, Dean’s mouth dips. He places his lips on your throat and kisses you there, eliciting a moan, before moving his lips down to the space of your collarbone.

Goosebumps break out on your skin as he groans, “You've got me feelin' like a teenager, Y/N. I’m trying not to cum too fast..but..oh fuck, you feel like heaven sweetheart.”

Smiling, you wrap your arms around Dean’s neck and kiss his stubbled cheek. You would give him the time he needed but it was slowly killing you to do so. After a moment, Dean finally takes a deep breath and lifts his head. Staring into your eyes, he begins to move, pumping in and out of you at an even, slow pace. Your eyes flutter closed for a minute, overwhelmed by Dean’s presence and the sensations you were experiencing. Rough hands move over your heated skin, caressing places you had never let a man touch before.

Dean was murmuring sweet, dirty words as he explored your body. “You’re so damned beautiful baby girl. Fuck…so soft. Your curves are so pretty. I love the way you feel around me, love your perfect tits and ass. Love your narrow waist and those gorgeous legs.” You gasp as he runs a hand over your belly, before gently pushing you down to lay flat against the table.

“Fuck baby. I should have told you before now. Shouldn’t have let you starve yourself to try and get rid of these perfect curves. Promise me you’ll stop. Promise me you’ll start eating real food again.”

You suck in a breath, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes once again. Your heart warms at Dean’s words. Picking up the pace, his rhythm becomes more erratic. Moving your hips with his thrusts, you moan as the angle changes and Dean’s cock brushes over the soft, spongy spot inside of you. Your pussy pulses violently around Dean’s cock.

Stuttering out a breath, Dean gasps and bites out, “You’re perfect, Y/N. I–I don’t want you to–Fuck, please don’t change sweetheart...you take my cock so good.”

Your hand squeezes his on your waist. You nod, tears in your eyes and reply, “Okay, Dean. I–I’ll start eating again just please, fuck me. I need more, baby.”

Dean curses and then really begins to move. You hold onto him as he pistons inside of you like a man deprived. You cry out as his cock brushes against your g-spot over and over again. Surprised that another climax was starting to build again, you reach down to rub at your raw clit. The library was filled with the sounds of mixed, labored breathing, curses, and the wet sounds of sex. A drop of sweat drips from Dean’s hairline, down his chiseled jaw, before falling onto your flushed skin. Lying back on the table, your breasts bounce and shake violently in tandem with Dean’s pounding rhythm.

Your thoughts race as he looses himself in your body. You love this man, had been in love with him for years. You had always admired how real and honest Dean was. Had fantasized countless times what this moment between you would be like, never believing it would actually happen...and this, this was far better than any fantasy you had dreamt up. The way Dean gave you pleasure wasn’t romantic or slow like you had pictured. He gave all of himself to you. Holding nothing back he lost himself, working you over fast and hard, like the way he drove his car or killed monsters.

Gritting his teeth, Dean bit out, “Fuck yes, Y/N. Rub yourself sweetheart, cum on my cock like a good girl. I want you to make me cum inside you.”

His words set fire to what was left of your control. Rubbing your clit, faster, your fingers messy and careless, you stare up into Dean’s eyes. You squeal when he reaches out and grabs a section of your Y/H/C hair which was spread out on the table behind you. Giving it a little tug, he doesn’t pull hard as your climax climbs higher and higher. You couldn’t breathe. When Dean’s other hand spreads across your chest and rubs a thumb across your nipples, you explode around him, screaming his name as the orgasm slams into you. Dean yells, losing control as he pumps into you faster and rougher until finally, he shutters and slows with his own release. You breathe together, labored and slow, as he spills inside you. You sigh in relief, enjoying the warm feeling of his cum coating your walls like it was salve to a burn.

Releasing your hair, Dean leans forward on his elbows above you. Taking deep breaths, he turns this head and kisses your cheek and jaw before finally moving to your lips. His lips claim yours lazy and slow, his tongue sweeping out to taste you. You sigh into his mouth, boneless and content as your mutual breathing slows. Reaching out, Dean brushes a strand of sweat slicked hair from your face.

A pained look crosses over his eyes, “Did I hurt you, sweet girl? I don’t know what made me grab your hair like that..I’m sor–” You cut him off with a finger to his lips.

Smiling, you shake your head in response. “Don't apologize, Dean. I loved it.”

You wanted to thank him for making you feel beautiful, for giving you the best sex of your life, but the words wouldn’t come. Dread fills you suddenly, sinking into the pit of your stomach like a stone. What if this was a one time thing? What if Dean just saw you as an easy fuck and wouldn’t want to touch you again? Seeing the change in your face, Dean pulls you up slowly and hugs you to him, his softening cock still inside you.

Concerned, he asks, “Hey, what is it? What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

How could you tell him your fears after that? He never showed any interest in you before. Never asked you out or flirted with you like you would expect him to if he was interested. Oh god..what if all this was because he pitied you? Your mood sours as the thought forces its way through your rapidly waning bliss. You try to pull away, needing to find your clothes. Dean was asking you what was wrong, what he did. Asking if he hurt you and you couldn’t stand it.

Shaking your head as unshed tears of embarrassment blurs your vision, you push at his chest. Upset, you demand, “Was..was all this because you felt sorry for me? This, us–doesn’t make sense Dean. Look at you and then look at me. Why would a man who looks like you want a dorky, chubby woman who is ten times out of his league. I–I don’t get it. Fuck. I should go. Where are my–” Dean interrupts your rambling as you look around in a panic for your clothes.

Beautiful, angry, green eyes meet yours as Dean cups your face. “Stop it. Just stop okay? You know damn well none of that is true, Y/N. Fuck. Don’t even say it. This, us, isn’t some pity fuck or friends with benefits deal–” You gape at him, trying to look away as emotion creeps up your throat, making it harder to breathe.

Dean forces you to look at him and with eyes full of emotion, he continues, “Look at me, Y/N. I’ve wanted you from the moment I laid eyes on you. I've dreamt of your body and making you mine for years..I just didn’t have the balls to act on my feelings. I’m no good for you darlin’. I hurt people and I’m terrified of hurting you, but I can’t hold back anymore. Not now. Not after this. I love you, Y/N. I love you so damn much that my chest aches when I see you. It wakes me up at night after having nightmares about you getting hurt or worse..I–I’m so in love with you, baby girl. The way you walk, how your hips sway, making me so fuckin' hard all the time. The way you talk, all breathy and innocent, like you have no idea what you do to me. That cute thing you do with a pencil when you're reading and concentrating really hard. I love you. I love the way you smile, how pretty your Y/E/C eyes shine when I make you laugh. I love the happy body wiggle you do when you eat a damn Oreo and the sexy as fuck sound you make after taking a drink–” Your eyes widen as his cock twitches inside you.

Looking down at where you were still connected, Dean groans and moves his hands to your waist. “Fuck baby. I love every damn thing about you, whether you like it or not. So..are you gonna let me take you up to my room for round two or are you gonna tell me to fuck off?”

You stare at him, shocked silent for a full ten seconds before you reach up and wipe away the unshed tears from your eyes. Taking a shaking breath you answer him with a shy smile. “Take me upstairs Winchester. I..I love you too and it’s damn cold down here..I think you should warm me up in the shower.”

At your confession, the widest, happiest smile you had ever seen spreads across Dean’s face. He finally pulls out of then, slowly making both of you groan. His cum drips down your thighs. Dean bites his lip, staring at it for a second before looking back into your eyes. In a husky voice he states, “I hate to wash it away but I’ll be happy to warm you up in the shower, sweetheart.”

Pulling up his underwear and jeans, Dean quickly tucks himself into his pants before bending to pick you up off the table. You giggle and then squeal in surprise as he lifts like you weigh nothing and props you upside down on his shoulder, ass in the air, face staring down at the floor.

Yelling, you curse and demand, “Dean! Shit! Put me down!”

Of course, he answers by swatting your bare ass and heading for the stairs before he stops and turns back around, picking up one of the plates of cold pizza.

In a stern voice he states, "You're eating this first...gonna need more than an apple in your system for what I've got planned."

The sound of your uncontrollable laughter fills the bunker as he carries you up the stairs, discarded clothes forgotten.

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impala1967dwinchester · 11 months

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Sam Winchester- Health Nut

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader

Pov: Sam Winchester

Warnings: Healthy, Physical Health, good eating, improving habits, flirting, kissing, exercise.

Summary: Sam notices that Y/n is having a hard time with her health.

A/n- This is a request; I thank Firefly-graphics for dividers.

WC- 1.1k

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She’s is reading through her phone. Her back up against the headboard of the bed at the motel room. She had been with us for forever, it seemed that meeting us wasn’t accidentally, but regardless of that Y/n is the most comfortable person we’ve been around for years now.

Her brows furrow downward, as she bites her lower lip like she’s getting upset by something she’s reading. Dean and I sit at the wobbly motel table in the small kitchenette. Deans not looking at her not that when she first starting coming and staying around he wasn’t eye fucking her on the daily.

Her face changes again. Sadness wipes over her expression, and then she slams down her phone on the scratchy comforter. She stand quickly snatching her phone and slamming the bathroom door.

Dean looks up and towards the door. “What’s up her ass?” Long ago when Y/n wasn’t responding to Dean's flirting and constant harassment Dean learned to just treat her as a sister. A much younger sister who always had an attitude or issue with something. “I’m not sure De, but she seems pretty upset.” Dean looks over the edge of his computer screen looking at me like I’m a dumbass. “Yeah, no shit Sherlock.” He rolls his eyes, “why don’t you go figure it out.” He mutters, probably to himself but I follow his orders.

I get up walking towards the motel bathroom door. My footsteps were heavy against the shag carpet. The bathroom door swings open, and Y/n exists her face red. She wipes underneath her eyes and pushes past me. "Y/n, are you alright?" I try to ask as she pushes past me and walks towards the motel's door. Dean hasn't looked up from the computer screen. "Yeah, I'm just fucking fine Sam." Y/n outbursts don't surprise Dean. I stand there shock written across my face. "Give her some space Sammy."

I give her space so much that I don't talk to her until we're on the road back to the bunker. Dean had given me the keys when we started our drive back to the bunker. "Fix whatever is going on with Y/n, I'm gonna get some shut-eye." He mumbled while slapping the keys into my hand. Dean had crawled into the back, stretching out and causing Y/n to come to sit in the passenger seat.

"Y/n, how are you doing?" I ask, I could be talking about anything, I could be referring to the nasty punch she got on the side of her eye, or I could be referring to the way she had acted nearly three days ago. "Yeah, Sammy I'm doing okay." She answered gleaming looking outwards towards the passing trees, and the white strip on the side of the road that I had watched so many times as a kid, a young adult, and even now.

The sound of the road passes on, and that keeps the conversation at bay. That is until Y/n turns and starts up a conversation with me. "Sammy, do you think I need to eat better?" I sincerely don't know how to answer her question. I slowly brake at the next stoplight and wait for traffic. "What do you mean Y/n?" I ask her, trying to gather more information before answering her rather bland question.

"I'm just asking a simple question Sam, do you think I need to lose weight? Because according to the fucking internet and every single link on Google says that for my weight and height that I'm… I'm just too fat." Y/n goes on and on. Her eyes start to tear up and just as I try to touch her hand softly the horn of the car behind goes off.

I hit the gas and get through the now green light. The conversation lulls, and Y/n out of the corner of my eye is fidgeting with her nails and trying to keep the tears are bay. I pull over the side of the road not giving a shit how Dean in the back seat mumbles about something.

"Y/n, look at me will ya." She doesn't like she can't bare to have someone who cares about her look at her. "Sweetheart, please. I think you just need to not worry about what the internet says. You need to worry about how you feel." She starts to look over at me. Her bottom lip was stuck in between teeth. Keeping the tears at bay. "Sammy" She mutters underneath her crushing breathe.

"Sweetheart, I think that you're beautiful and if you want we can start working out, and eating better foods together… if that's what's concerning you." I reach over and grab her sweaty palm. Kissing her knuckles, "Together?" She questions, I nod my head. "Together Y/n."

It takes a few weeks before Y/n is up to the idea fully. After that night Y/n did a shit ton of research. Wanting to know more about food and how when combined with the proper exercise it's absolutely perfect for your body. After two long weeks, Y/n came into the library with a huge binder. Slamming it down on to the table in front of me. "What's this?" I asked as I set down the current book I was reading through. Y/n takes a seat down next to me, "This is a book of receipes and other artcles that talk about good excerises and food comobination you can use." Y/n is beaming. Beaming with excitement and it's such a contrast compared to what I had only just seen a few weeks ago.

"Alright, do you have something you want to start with or can I offer a few things?" I ask, taking the binder ans sliding in front of me, she's right the first twenty pages are just pages of healthy recipes, better food portions and less greasy food like Dean eats. "there's a few pages in the back where you can write down your thoughts." Y/n says as her hands brushes up agasint mine.

Y/n had never been fat, or chubby. She was perfect, perfect just the way she looked. But if she wanted to get into something that I did every morning like a run or some yoga I would love nothing more then helping her along the road.

I write down a few things. Things i had learned from eating 'rabbit food'. "We can do one of these recipes tonight, portiong control is as good as a place to start as any Y/n." I said closing the book after hooking out the recipe. "Okay Sammy," We sat in silence for a few moments, before the sound of my chair scratching the ground echoced through the bunker.

"Sammy, wait…" I turned and looked down at Y/n, She looked happy and sad at the same time. An expression I wasn't too sure about. "I just wanted to… to um say that I was sorry for how I acted on that hunt a few weeks ago… I know that you were just…" "Sweetheart, You don't have to apologize to me. I fully understand, now how about we get to cooking together. Y/n gets up and kisses my cheek. "Okay Sammy."

Completed on: 05/22/2023

Posted on: 05/22/2023

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ohwowimlonley · 1 year

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DEAD OR ALIVE - dean winchester

Hey hey! This was for @fluffiest-dreams ‘s new years secret Santa thing that I was supposed to post literally TWO MONTHS ago but uhh loads of stuff happened

Anyways I hate literally this whole thing and the ending is really bad so I’m v v sorry

So anyways! This is my official entry or @immrbrightsideeee based on the song Dead Or Alive by Bon Jovi <3

Warnings - typical spn content, smutty mentions, fem!reader, Dean Winchester is a big flirt

Word count - 1104

Dean Winchester is a wanted man. There’s no question about that. It’s very apparent that the man is no saint, everyone’s seen it on the news. The list goes on for crimes he’s committed: arson, murder, assault, grave dessicration; every strange offense one can imagine, Dean Winchester has done them all.

By no means does that mean he’s a scary man. His smile lights up a room with the smallest of efforts. It’s easy to see why a man with such beauty can charm his way out of precinct after precinct with nothing but a grin and a wink.

You wish you could say you weren’t amused by his antics when he strolled into your bullpen, hands cuffed in front of him, fingers curled into fists and blood steadily dribbling down his chin. His brother, Sam, wasn’t too far behind, though he seemed less confident with his head hung and hair shielding his face. Dean was brought straight into your office, with a nod from your sergeant and a playful blown kiss from Dean.

“Leave him with me, Sarge. Have the paperwork for the other one on my desk as soon as,” you waved a hand in dismissal at the man, who backed out of the room with a ‘yes, ma’am’ and a glare to your perp.

“‘The other one’? Yikes, what did poor Sammy ever do to you?” The older Winchester seats himself in the armchair across from your desk without asking permission, grinning up at you and ignoring the unwavering stream of blood now staining his already red flannel.

“You’re a wanted man, Mr Winchester,” you ignore his jab, thankful that you can control yourself enough to stem the blush threatening your cheeks.

“I’ve noticed,” he raises his chained wrists with a smug smile, jingling the metal together until you give him a warning glare.

You cross your arms and lean them on the deep mahogany of your desk. Dean mirrors you. You raise an eyebrow, “mister Winchester, I feel like I should inform you that the only way you’re getting out of this station with your brother tonight is by telling me the whole truth,”

“Oh yeah? Well, sweetheart, since you’re so well informed about me an’ Sammy, you know that your little dog crates don’t tend to keep us locked up too long,” he shuffles forwards, leans his bound hands on the thick wood of your desk, and gives you a pathetic excuse for a death glare.

“Oh, I get it Dean. You escape every time someone puts you somewhere you don’t like,” you push his restrained hands from your table with a metal ruler, hoping to save the, as of yet, untarnished grains of wood from his blood, “which is why I’m not locking you up,”

“Say what now?” He blinks rapidly, not quite believing what he’s heard, “so I-”

“Oh, you’re not off the hook or anything. You’re still a fugitive from the law, and every police precinct and FBI agent in the country is after you. But,” you lean in close, your breath mixing with his. Dean’s eyes flutter shut, briefly, before snapping them open again, “if you give me some information, I can help you disappear,”

“What information ‘you looking for?” He put his elbows back onto your desk, presenting his wrists to you as you reach for your loop of keys to unchain him. He rubs at his wrists as the cuffs clatter to the desk with a metallic clang.

With his wrists free, Dean rises from his chair and circles round your office, settling down behind you with his arms on either side of your body, chin just above your shoulder as he peers at your laptop. You try your best not to shudder as his breath caresses you exposed neck, holding in your own breath and forcing yourself to behave, “well, from the inventory I took of your car, you are quite the expert on weapons,”

“Guess you could say that,” you can practically feel his grin from behind you. You click on and off a few tabs, bringing up a grotesque image of one of your recent murder investigation.

“So, tell me what did that,” you tap a fingernail on your screen, crane your neck to catch a glimpse of the man standing above you. With his advanced height, all you can see is the underside of his stubbled chin, the rivulets of blood sliding down his neck, down his collarbones, dipping under his shirt, down to his-

“That’s no gun, miss thing,” he looks down at you, unsurprised to see how you’re already staring at you, “that’s no ordinary weapon. See that there?”

He leans in closer, blanketing his hand over yours, on top of your mouse so he can zoom in on the image. He doesn’t smell like you thought he would, not like cigarettes or dead bodies, or like he’d been drowned in moonshine. He smells surprisingly pleasant, motel shampoo that isn’t all bad, spearmint toothpaste that’s smeared on his shirt collar, worn leather, and a hint of whiskey on his breath.

“Mmm,” you nod dumbly, not quite paying attention to whatever he’s explaining. Your ears feel as if they’re filled with cotton while he speaks, the low rumble of his voice has you clenching your thighs shut and rubbing your lips together. Dean must sense something, because he lowers his chin even further, turning his head and letting his lips brush against your ear as he whispers.

“If you��re gonna be staring at me until I give you some attention,” his breath coaxes goosebumps to rise up all over your body, “would you at least undo a few of those buttons on your blouse so I get a good view?”

“Ex- excuse me?” The authority in your voice falters as you meet his gaze, causing him to smile even deeper. He leans even closer to you this time, tongue flicking against your earlobe with every movement of his lips.

“C’mon, babygirl, I can tell that you want me,” his hand, surprisingly gentle despite himself, sets itself on the small of your back, thumb stroking back and forth over your sensitive skin.

“I don’t know what you mean,” you insist, leaning into his touch nevertheless, biting your lip to contain a whimper as his calloused fingers dip past the hemline of your jeans, tugging on the lace borders of your panties.

“You don’t?” His hand ventured further, fingers scooping through your lips before pulling back and revealing them to you. Strings of arousal connected his fingers together, steadily dripping down onto his awaiting palm, “what’s all this for then?”

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honeybear-yammy · 2 years

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Bad Girls Don't Get To Cum

Warnings: cursing, smut, daddy kink, punishment, edging, p in v, unprotected sex

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Summary: In which Dean punishes Y/N by edging her.

Kinktober Day 13 - Edging

You whimpered and whined as Dean flipped you over onto your stomach before thrusting into your abused pussy once again. He had been edging you for hours. You knew that by doing what you did that you would end up getting some type of punishment, you knew you were suppose to obey the rules but, you'd rather be a brat instead.

"I- fuck- please, Dean!" You moaned out as his cock thrusted into you hard and faster, the tip hitting that spongey spot deep inside of you. "Dean? You know that's not my name, princess." Dean said with a smirk. You whined as he continued to fuck into your abused hole. "Come on, say it." Dean growled. "Fuck! Please, daddy!" You moaned out loudly.

"Atta girl." He said with a devilish smirk as he smacked your ass roughly. You kept begging and begging Dean to let you cum, your begs eventually becoming inaudible when you became a moaning mess for him. "You want daddy to let you cum, is that what you want, baby?" He asked with a smirk. You just nodded quickly. "No, no, baby.. you know we use our words." He said.

"Shit! Yes, I want daddy to let me cum! Please let me cum, daddy!" You moaned out loudly, almost yelling and screaming. "Well, tell me this, do you think naughty little sluts deserve to cum?" He asked with a growl as he smacked your ass hard once again, the skin already stinging from his first attack on your ass. "Please! I'll be a good girl for daddy, I promise! Please!" You begged him more.

"Who owns this pussy?" Dean asked. "You do, daddy!" You said as you moaned out loudly. "Who fucks you better than anyone else?" He asked. "Still you! O- only you!" You yelled. "Damn right." He said with a growl as he picked up the pace even more. "Come on, cum, cum for daddy." He said.

With that your eyes rolled back, your whole body was trembling as the coil inside of your snapped causing you to gush all over your boyfriend's cock. Dean continued to fuck your cunt hard and fast, the feeling of overstimulation setting in now. Your eyes began to water a little as your walls fluttered around his hard cock causing him to cum now, shooting his load deep inside of you causing his seeds to cover your gummy walls.

Dean slowly pulled his cock out of your cunt once you both came down from your orgasms. You laid there on the breath sticky, sweaty, and breathless. Dean laid down beside you and he was also catching his breath as well. "Did I go too hard?" He asked softly as he gently removed some hair out of your face that was sticking to your forehead. "No, I love it." You said with a grin as you leaned in and kissed him. "Mm.. I love you, Dean." You said with a warm smile. "I love you too, Y/N." He said with a grin.

Author's Note: tysm for reading!

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babeydollx · 2 years

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Drunk & Nasty

Warnings: cursing, smut, unprotect sex, one night stand, mentions of drinking, night clubs, mentions of being tipsy, mentions of being drunk

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Summary: In which Y/N meets Dean at a night club and the night ends with her hooking up with him.

a/n: my first Supernatural fic, also my first fic for Dean Winchester lmao.

You were dancing with your friends and drinking on the dance floor when you noticed a man who was eyeing you from the bar. You couldn't help but study him longer. He was really fucking hot. You had told your friends that you were going to go talk to him and they all cheered you on quietly as you walked over to the stranger.

He smirked when he saw you making your way over to him at the bar. Once you got to the bar you took a seat on the bar stool beside him. He didn't bother to hide the fact that he was checking you out, looking you up and down as you sat there on display for him. "Well, I thought you were never going to come over here, pretty thing." He said with a devilish smirk.

You shrugged slightly. "Well what can I say? You're a hot, young stud. How could I not come over here and introduce myself?" You asked as you bit your lip. "Which now that I am on the topic, I'm Y/N Y/L/N. What's your name, pretty boy?" You asked. He smiled and chuckled a little. "Dean. Dean Winchester." He said. "Well, it's nice to meet you, Dean." You said with a smile. "It's nice to meet you too, Y/N. Gorgeous name by the way." He said.

You smiled and reached your hand over to gently caress his hand. He looked down at his hand and then back up at you before taking a sip of his beer. "Y'know, I was planning on leaving the club soon." You said. "Oh, well that's too bad, isn't it." Dean said. "Yeah but, I was just planning on going home... that would be so lonely. Maybe you could y'know... keep me company." You said with a smirk as you looked up at him.

"Fuck, I would love to keep you company, pretty girl." He said with a smirk. "Well, good." You said. "Well, shall we?" You asked with a smirk. "We shall." Dean said as he took your hand and the two of you walked out of the night club together tipsy and horny as fuck.

You both arrived at your apartment and you let him inside. Once the two of you got inside, you knew exactly what you wanted to do with him and you knew that he had the exact same idea as you had. After you put your clutch down on the table, Dean pinned you against the door. You looked up at him innocently and bit your lip.

Dean leaned down and kissed you. The kiss was passionate and heated. The two of you made out against the door for a while before he pulled back and picked you up. You wrapped your legs around his torso and giggled as he carried you into your bedroom. He gently tossed you onto the bed before crawling on top of you. The two of you were making out again on the bed, tangled in each other's arms. You then decided to flip the two of you so you were on top and he was on the bottom.

"Mm.. not today pretty boy. Tonight I am in charge." You said with a smirk. "Well, I don't mind having a gorgeous and sexy woman on top of me all night." Dean said with a smirk. "Well good, because that's exactly what you're going to get." You said. The two of you quickly removed all of your clothing. You got on top of Dean once again and aligned his cock with your core. Once you did so you then began to slowly sink down on his hard cock.

You both let out a soft moan as you slowly took his cock in. Once you bottomed out you began to bounce on his cock. Fuck, he felt amazing inside of you. You had never fucked anyone of this size before but, you're fucking glad that you were now. After you bounced on his cock for a while, you began to grind against him. Dean moaned out as you did so. You moaned out as well at the feeling of him deep inside of you. It felt like he was all the way in your stomach.

You then felt that familiar knot forming in the bottom of your stomach and you knew that you were going to cum any second now. You could feel Dean's cock twitching inside of you so you knew that he was about to cum too. You grinded against him a few more times and then he let out a loud groan as he came, shooting his load deep inside of you. His release was enough to trigger yours. Your eyes rolled and you moaned out as you gushed on his cock.

You took a moment to catch your breath before pulling yourself off of his now softened cock. You laid down beside you and he smiled and held you close. "Y/N.." He mumbled. "Yeah?" You asked. "Would it be bad if I wanted us to be more than a one night stand?" He asked. You smiled and reached up to kiss his cheek. "Of course not, Dean." You said with a smile. He smiled and held you close and after a while the two of you fell asleep tangled in each other's arms.

a/n: I hope y'all enjoyed this fic!

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emisanemu · 2 years

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Hurt

Dean Winchester x Female! Plus-size! Reader

(Description: you walk out on Dean.)

(Warnings: fat shaming, cursing, crying, body issues, curses, mentions of death, crying.)

(Rating: M for cursing)

(Word count: almost 2000)

You sat in front of the motel TV flipping through channels, you didn’t expect much now that it was past 8pm. The voices meshed as you continued to channel surf, you caught the tail end of random news reports, tomorrow’s weather, repeats of old cartoons

, and “The Nanny”. The choices were far and few between, you didn’t expect much out of a crappy motel that kept a bowl of Trojan condoms at the reception desk and charged by the hour. You decided that the tv just didn’t feel that welcoming and tossed the remote onto the small brown coffee table that sits in front of the television. You stood up adjusting your sweatpants which had rode up on you, a result of your plush thighs. And you made your way over to your grey duffel bag that sat on the brown covers of the medium sized bed. You dug through your clothes and various items of makeup you had brought on the road with you eventually pulling out a small bag of pretzels and your phone charger.

You plopped down on your bed crossing your left leg over your right one, your lower back resting gently against the stiff pillow behind you. You plugged your phone into the bedside outlet and opened your bag of pretzels with a hefty amount of crinkling from the blue plastic of the snack bag. The moment you began scrolling through your phone Sam and Dean came bustling through the door of your shared motel room.

Sam gave you a small wave and a light chuckle as he took in the sight of your laid back appearance. It wasn’t something you did often but this hunt had taken a toll on your leg (you had tripped on a sewer grate twisting your ankle slightly). Dean insisted you stay behind and rest your leg, claiming he and same were “big boys” and could handle one measly witch on their own. You didn’t complain, it felt nice to have some quiet time, even if you had only scrolled through about a hundred channels on the tv for an hour. But that was something the boys didn’t need to know.

Dean looked at you and you smiled, heart swelling at the sight of your boyfriend. Even tired he looked so handsome and you felt grateful to have him all to yourself. He gave you a weird look as he spoke.

“Y/N, snacking again? I thought that burger and half my fries would have filled up that abyss you call a stomach.”

Your heart dropped at his words, was he calling you fat? You look at Sam perplexed and he just gave you the same look back before looking questioningly at Dean.

“Maybe I was wrong, maybe a hunt would have done you some good, helped you work off a few of those rolls you have.”

Dean chuckled to himself and your jaw just clenched painfully, tears welling up in your eyes, lip quivering as you rushed to keep the floodgates closed. Sam had an angry confused look on his face as he glared down at Dean. Neither of you had a clue of what had come over him but you were already over it.

“Say Y/N why don’t you go get yourself another room for the night, something with two beds because we all know one isn’t enough space for you. I’d much rather share a room with just Sam’s snoring than your fat ass pushing me off the bed all night.”

That was it, you snapped grabbing your phone and your duffle bad, shoving any of your stuff that may be around the room into it. You swung it over your shoulder giving Dean one last look, hoping it was some cruel joke. His eyes wouldn’t even meet yours, your slid your shoes on and marched out of the motel door, not even looking back and tears finally flooded from your eyes, and down your cheeks, you pulled out your phone calling the only person you could think of in that moment.

Back in the motel room Sam still stood shocked next to Dean, his mouth agape trying to find the right words to yell at his older brother. He shook his head, brain rattling at what had just happened.

“Dean, what the hell is wrong with you, I’ve seen you do some low stuff but nothing like that, what’s gotten into you, did a demon get to you when I wasn’t looking or something.”

Sam was fuming, you weren’t just Dean’s girlfriend but he considered you one of his best friends and he was pissed. Had anyone else said those things to you, a stranger, another hunter, Sam would’ve snapped their neck but right now, he didn’t know what to do. Dean just laughed at him, stripping himself of his jacket and throwing it onto the chair at the small table in the dinky motel room.

“Well Sam, maybe I needed a change, someone that doesn’t look like the next contestant on the biggest loser. I mean if you want her go for it, she’s been used up for all she’s good for anyway.”

He chuckled again before walking into the small bathroom, shutting the door behind himself. Sam practically had smoke steaming from his ears, he was about to charge towards the bathroom door before he saw it. Laying on the floor near where Dean had placed his jacket, a small hex bag which had fallen out of his pocket. Everything clicked, Dean’s behaviour the way the witch had laughed when Sam killed her, a little secret only she had known until this moment.

Sam fumbled around in his jacket pocket pulling out a small zippo lighter, he picked up the hex bag lighting it up. It immediately burned up, the bag turned to ashes right before his eyes. He heard Dean groan in pain from the bathroom before he stumbled out clenching the side of his head. He looked dazed, blinking rapidly trying to regain his composure. Sam walked over to him grabbing his shoulder and looking worriedly at his brother.

“Dean, are you okay, do you remember anything?”

Dean clambered out of Sam’s grasp and onto his bed, finally meeting his brothers eyes as the pain began to subside, the world becoming less foggy.

“I remember killing the witch and coming back here and then that’s it, we’ll up until my head felt like it was exploding in the bathroom, what’s going on Sammy?”

Sam felt stiff and awkward. What was he supposed to tell Dean, that he had fat shamed his own girlfriend, that she had left. He scratched his head barely looking at Dean as he spoke.

“She left Dean.”

Dean’s head snapped up, you had left? You hadn’t said a word about wanting to leave, you had spent every night for at least the last two years in bed with Dean and you had known him for four years before that and you left.

“What do you mean she left Sammy?”

Sam bit his lip trying to muster what he would have to say next.

“Well, the witch, the one we killed, she slipped a hex bag in your pocket and we didn’t notice and then you came in here and called Y/N fat and told her to find a different place to sleep for the night.”

The words came out rushed and awkwardly and Dean practically sunk in on himself. He knew Sam wouldn’t lie about something like this but he wished more than anything that this is what that was. He wanted it to be a joke, a prank on him by you and Sam but the silence after Sam spoke, the sad look in his eyes. He knew it was true. He quickly fumbled with his phone dialing your number, praying you would answer but it went straight to voicemail. He stood up and rushed out of the door of the motel room hoping to find you outside. Hoping that you knew deep down those weren’t really his words, that it was some kind of spell, that he would never speak to you like that. But he was met with a empty space, the crickets chirped in the crisp night air, the street lights lit up the almost empty parking lot, and you were no where to be seen.

He briskly walked over to the Impala, throwing the door open, hoping maybe you had curled up in the back seat for the night but no. There wasn’t even a sign of you, all the stuff you usually kept in the car, gone. He felt a hand of his shoulder, one he knew belonged to his brother and he looked up at the tall shaggy haired man sadly. Dean huffed out a shakey breath he didn’t know he was holding in.

“She left Sammy, she just…left.”

Sam rubbed his shoulder gently, soothingly.

“She couldn’t have gotten far, we were only in the room for twenty minutes after she took off.”

Dean could barely register Sam’s word but in that moment he knew where you had went, a place close by to this hunt, the only place you would go around here. Before Sam even realized it he and Dean were checked out and speeding down the dark empty roads of the small town. He knew exactly where Dean was heading, and they arrived there is what felt like seconds.

Bobby’s house, it was practically luck. Just three days ago Bobby had called you and the boys describing a local case, cheating men dropping dead in the small town which happened to be a little beyond his house.

You sat quietly crying in the spare bedroom of Bobby’s house when you heard the loud roar of the Impala. Your heart jumped in your chest and you grabbed your bag ready to leave. You heard Dean’s voice booming from downstairs.

“Bobby where is she, I know she would come here, there isn’t anywhere else she would go.”

He sounded upset, maybe he was here to tell you to just get out of his life, to leave Bobby’s and to find different people to rely on. You quietly crept out of the door and down the stairs of the old wooden house, Dean hadn’t seen you and you turned to slip out of Bobby’s back door.

“Y/N?”

You froze, shit, Dean had spotted you, your heart hung heavily in your chest upon hearing his voice. Before you knew it you were wrapped up in a hug, Dean was holding you in what can only be described as a death grip. You were shocked, not sure if you should hug back or try and slink away to leave.

“Y/N, I am so sorry, the witch slipped a hex bag in my pocket and I didn’t know what I was saying and I’m just so sorry, please just don’t leave me.”

In that moment everything clicked and you clung to Dean, it was okay, no matter how much you had hurt, everything was okay.

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 1 year

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Ignorance is Bliss

Sam Winchester x plus size reader

Dean makes a startling discovery about his little brother’s love life and now he wants to wash his eyes out with bleach

Warnings: implied smut, crack humour, Dean is done

WC: 797

Minors DNI

The world had seemed to have reached a state of calm. There were monsters, sure, but they were just the normal ones, no more of God’s siblings or corrupt archangels trying to write books, or even were-piers. Just regular old monsters.

And Dean was happy with that. Sam was safe, they had a home, and now one of their best friends was living with them permanently. They had movie nights and went out on adventures, they even had family dinners once a week like normal people! Everything was perfect!

Everything was awful!

Dean cringed as he cleaned out Baby. Months of living on the road definitely made the build up of trash a monumental effort to clean out. But he took it in stride, glad to be doing something as mundane as cleaning his car. Yet, he didn’t expect to find a pair of ripped and suspiciously stained panties. A pair of panties that he knew well because he actually enjoyed doing laundry. A pair of panties that belonged to-

“Y/N!”

“What!!” She shouted back at him, determined to not move from her comfy spot on the couch in the library, but after a few seconds of him not responding, she groaned and stood up. Sam glanced at her from over his book.

“What does he want?” She shot him a glare.

“How the fuck should I know, he’s your brother.”

“He’s your best friend.”

“Shut up Winchester.” She started walking from the room, taking unusually ginger steps with bowed legs. Sam chuckled and went back to his reading.

By the time she reached the garage, Dean had determined that he was going to kill her and then himself. Her because she obviously had sex in his Baby and himself because he had to clean up her mess. “What do you want Dean? I’m supposed to be having enrichment time.”

A bundle of pink fabric flew over the car and landed at her feet. So that’s where those panties went. “Yeah I don’t care about whatever book you were reading. YOU HAD SEX IN MY CAR!” His face was red and blotchy, his jaw ticking with anger. “Who did you sleep with?”

“You don’t wanna know.” She warned as she kicked the ruined underwear behind her. But that seemed to set the hunter off even more.

“Yes I do because they’re also going on my kill list.” She shrugged nonchalantly.

“Seriously man, you don’t want to know.”

“Tell me!”

“Tell you what?” Sam evidently chose the exact right time to enter the garage behind Y/N, his brunette eyebrows scrunched in confusion.

“Who she got it on with in MY car so I can kill them!” His hazel eyes dropped to the concrete floor, spotting the garment that had sparked this whole debacle. Thin lips curled up into a truly wicked smirk and before anyone could react, Sam wrapped his arm around Y/N’s thick waist, tugging her into his side and said:

“I don’t think you want to kill your little brother, Dean.” And everyone froze. Y/N sighed deeply, already extremely fed up with her boyfriend, Sam’s grin kept widening as the look of horror on Dean’s face grew. And well, Dean also looked like he was about to have an aneurism.

His gaze flicked from Sam to Y/N, and then back to Sam, and then back to Y/N. “Son of a bitch! How long!” But that was most certainly a question he didn’t want answered, yet he still asked.

With a look of smug pride, Sam indulged him. “Seven months.”

“Seven months?!” A large hand slowly slipped from her hip, all the way down to her plump ass. Y/N shot him a glare but it’s not like that ever deterred the giant before.

“She’s never even slept in the room we gave her, and the key word there is slept.” He winked and Dean just about lost it.

“Shut up Sam.” He kept going.

“I’m surprised it took you this long to figure out. I mean we have had sex literally all over the bunker and pretty much all the motel rooms we’ve been in. Why do you think you caught me washing the dungeon at three in the morning?”

Apparently that was Dean’s last straw. “Right! You two are disgusting and I’m going to wash my eyes out with bleach and get blind drunk. When I wake up tomorrow, I will not remember this conversation and you will not remind me of it. Capiche?”

He stormed away but not before yelling over his shoulder. “And clean my fucking car!” There was a beat of silence and then Sam turned to his girlfriend.

“Wanna have sex in it before we clean it?” She shrugged.

“Why not, we’re both dead anyway.”

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Chapter List for Get Off The Highway

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Plus Size Reader

Warnings/tags: Enemies to lovers trope, 18+ contains smut (not sure about that one, never wrote it before), pining, angst, fluff, childhood trauma, eldest daughter syndrome

[Starts season 8] You have been hunting the supernatural for a few years now. You got into it by accident. A camping night gone wrong when you were in college. You had barely escaped but some of your friends had not. And since then, you had despised camping, you were terrified of Wendigos, and you jumped right into the hunting world. In need of help during a vampire case, you turned to fellow hunter; Garth Fitzgerald; and asked for help. He sent it to you in the form of the infamous Winchester brothers. And one seems to have a problem with you. You just can’t figure out why.

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Chapter 3 (Coming soon)

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hookhausenschips · 8 months

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Update on my hand, you can definitely see where it’s burned😭 it doesn’t hurt that much anymore. Some life things have been happening the past two days, I should be back to writing by the 21st hopefully. I miss you all🩶🩶

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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 1 year

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25 𝐷𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝐶ℎ𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑚𝑎𝑠

Happy Holidays friends! Here's another monthly challenge! I'm super stoked to be making Christmas content for you all! This challenge was inspired by this post, so show her some love, because without her, there would be no ficmas! So, I hope you're ready for some kisses in the snow by your favorite characters! ☆

1. Ornaments — Maggie Greene

2. Getting the Tree — Murphy MacManus

3. Decorating the Tree — Aaron Hotchner

4. Lending the Other Their Coat — Penelope Garcia

5. Going Ice Skating — Spencer Reid

6. Gingerbread House — Dean Winchester

7. Mistletoe Kiss — Emily Prentiss

8. Christmas Songs — Daryl Dixon

9. Cuddling when it's cold — Bucky Barnes

10. Christmas Lights — Tom!Peter Parker

11. Christmas Party — Spencer Reid

12. Christmas Movies — Aaron Hotchner

13. Kissing in the Snow — Daryl Dixon

14. Christmas Shopping — Bucky Barnes

15. Playing in the Snow — Rick Grimes

16. Christmas Socks — Daryl Dixon

17. Sledding — Wanda Maximoff

18. Baking — Sam Winchester

19. Wrapping Gifts — Rosita Espinosa

20. Sleigh Ride — Pre-Apocalypse!Glenn Rhee

21. Hot Chocolate — Spencer Reid

22. Snowed In — Emily Prentiss

23. Christmas Sweaters — Michonne Hawthorne

24. Christmas Eve — Wanda Maximoff

25. Proposing on Christmas — Daryl Dixon

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ejlovespie · 2 years

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Salt and Sand

Pairing: Dean Winchester x plus-sized fem!reader

Summary: Dean gets himself off while thinking about you.

Words: 637

Warnings/Tags: 18+ NSFW / this is literally just porn / Dean is masturbating / sex on the beach / plus-sized reader rocking a bikini / oral (fem receiving) / Dean has a suffocation kink /

A/N: Written for the lovely Lee-Anne. @lyarr24 Thanks for participating in my drabble challenge, love. So sorry this took so long. Unbetaed, all mistakes are mine. Please read the warnings/tags. This is just porn so minors, stay away! As always, comments, likes, and reblogs are super appreciated. Enjoy! xoxo

Wrapping his right hand around his painfully hard cock, Dean squeezed himself tightly at the base of his dick before stroking upward. He let us a strangled sound and imagined your full breasts as he flicked his wrist slightly over the head of his cock before stroking back down. Gripping himself tighter, Dean squeezed his eyes shut. He didn’t want to see the ceiling in his small room. Didn’t want to see his crap on the walls and on the floor. He didn’t want to be here at all, alone in the bunker with only his fist for company. He pictured a beach and did his best to recall the sounds of seagulls and waves. Dean imagined the smell of sunshine and sand on your skin as you lay next to him. He pictured you wearing a bikini, something sexy with as little material as possible. His mouth watered as he pictured a soft dusting of sand and sweat on your skin.

In this fantasy, you looked up at him with hooded eyes and slowly peeled the strap of your bathing suit down. You were always such a tease. Dean bit his lip and pumped himself harder as he thought about your beautiful curves. Your tits were barely contained by the little red bikini top Dean pictured you in. Any second your nipple would fly out of it and he would lean forward to tug it into his mouth. He would roll the hard bud against his tongue and bite it gently with his teeth until you squealed for him. Dean would make quick work of untying your top and throwing it into the sea before pulling your bottoms off. He would grip your full hips and ass as he pulled your body on top of his. He knew you would complain, say something ridiculous like you were too heavy, but your complaints would die on your lips as he settled you on top of his face, right where you belonged.

Dean’s breathing picked up speed as he pictured you riding his face. He wanted to hear you squeal, wanted to feel your gorgeous thighs squeeze him as he licked and fucked you with his tongue. He would do anything, everything, to make you come all over his face. Dean imagined what you would smell like, imagined the taste of you on his tongue. You would make it harder for him to breathe as you used his face to get off. Growling, Dean reached over blindly and grabbed his pillow. Pulling the pillow to his face, he pressed it against his face until he could barely breathe and wished the fabric felt more like your soft thighs. Taking in small shallow breaths, Dean stroked himself harder and faster.

You were close to coming now, the sounds you made above him would be the sexiest thing he ever heard. Dean knew you would chase after your orgasm with as much fervor as you did everything else. You were so full of life and passion. He knew you wouldn't hold back. Dean wanted– no, needed to come with you. In this fantasy, you would reach up and play with your full breasts, tugging at your nipples and pulling at your hair until you fell apart above him. Dean moaned as he pictured you coming undone. Your lovely body would shake and your moans would get louder as you flooded his tongue with tangy sweetness. Imagining you saying his name over and over again, Dean came undone. Shouting into the pillow, Dean fisted his cock as hard as he could stand as he came all over his chest and abdomen. A few seconds ticked by before he tossed the pillow aside and finally opened his eyes. Breathing in out and out heavily, Dean swore he could almost smell the ocean.

Ugh. Poor Dean needs a vacation. </3

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I'm Not Okay

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!PlusSized!Reader

Warnings: Mention of bullying, plus sized reader, afab reader, angst then fluff

Words: 1.8k

Being away from Dean was a feat in and of itself. But this case was especially hard since he was gone longer than usual.

Usually, he’s gone for maybe a couple weeks on cases, tough ones maybe a few weeks. But this one is going on two months. It made you worried and stressed, even though he called as often as he could to talk about your days or to have you investigate something. And when you were stressed and worried, you tend to eat more often along with binging shows to distract you from your thoughts.

Finally, Dean called you one day. “Hey baby, we’re on our way back to the bunker. We’ll be there in a few days.” You could basically hear the giddy grin in his voice as he spoke to you.

Your face broke out into a giant smile. “Yeah? I can’t wait to see you. I’ve missed you so much!” You did a small wiggle in excitement at the thought of finally seeing your man after so long.

He chuckled and sighed in contentment. “I can’t wait to see you either, baby. Although I think you missed your own personal body heater” He teased you.

You giggled. “How’d you know?” You teased right back.

You heard Sam in the background, and you frowned a little as Dean yelled back at him. “Alight, baby. I gotta go, I’ll call you tomorrow, alright?”

“Alright, love. Be careful... both of you!”

“We will. I love you, sweetheart!” He said before a rustling came from the phone.

“I love you tooooo!” Sam sang into the phone making you laugh. You listened to them fight with laughs falling from your lips.

Finally, Dean took back the phone. “Alight, baby. See you in a couple of days.”

You spoke through laughs. “Alright, babe. Love you.”

After hanging up, you went back to watching a show on Netflix that had caught your attention for a couple of hours before getting up to cook something for supper.

Once finished, you watched one more episode before getting up to take a shower and get ready for bed.

Walking into the bathroom, you put on a playlist on your phone to listen to while you shower as you got undressed.

Looking up into the mirror, you paused.

Your brow frowned as you looked at your body. Is your stomach sagging more? Do your stretch marks on your breasts look more prominent? Have those scars always been that color?

You gave a deep frown as you dragged your hands over your stomach, feeling the soft skin and sucking in your tummy while pressing the tissue into your body. Your hands went from feeling your stomach to your love handles and grabbing at them.

Biting the inside of your lip, your hands made their way to your breasts. Holding the heavy tissue, you tried to push them up.

You sighed and turned to turn the shower on and stopped as you saw the cellulite on the sides of your thighs and some on your ass cheeks. Your jaw clenched as the self-consciousness grew in your mind.

You hurriedly got into the shower and tried to let the music and sound of water drown out the intrusive thoughts.

You had always been on the heavier side, and you had always been a little self-conscious of your body. Especially, when you were younger, and your mother would always make these little passive aggressive comments about losing weight. And when kids in your grade would pick on you for developing earlier than others. After high school, you worked on yourself. You only worked out enough so that you were healthy and then when you use to hunt like the brothers you were in shape enough to hunt the things that go bump in the night.

You met the brothers on a hunt way before finding the bunker. You hunted alongside them for years, and somewhere along the way you and Dean fell in love.

At first, you weren’t going to act on it. But Dean did. Dean loved your body and worshipped you when you finally got together. He showed you love that no one had ever shown you before.

He didn’t give a fuck about anything. He enjoyed what enjoyed. And you tried to mimic that in your life.

And it seems those doubts were coming back.

When you got out of the shower, you avoided looking into the fogged-up mirror as you dried off as much as you could before putting on your underwear.

Now you walked into the room, forgoing the shorts and tank top you were originally going to wear to bed, you dug through your dresser for some baggy sweatpants and a baggy shirt.

You curled up in bed and silent tears welled up in your eyes before you cried yourself to sleep.

The next two days carried on the same. You ate less though, and you were binge watching more shows to distract yourself from your mind.

Dean could tell something was wrong when he called you both days to check on you. You were giving him small answers and when he asked what was wrong, you just told him you felt like you were coming down with something.

The day that the boys got back, he definitely knew something was wrong when you didn’t come greet him at the entrance like you usually do.

He raised an eyebrow before looking over at Sam, who also looked confused at the missing piece. Dean sighed, “I’ll go look for her.” Sam nodded and followed down into the map area. Sam headed towards his room and Dean headed to your shared room first.

Dean walked in and paused as he found you lying in bed with your back facing the door. His brow frowned in concern as he let his bag drop down by the door and shut the door behind him. You softly flinched at the sound of the bag dropping, but you didn’t look over as you seemed to curl up even further into a ball on the bed.

Dean quietly walked over to the bed and sat on the side and put his hand on your side. “Baby?... What’s going on, huh?”

You were silent as tears fell from the corners of your eyes down onto the pillow. You didn’t want to answer him. You didn’t want to speak, and you were afraid if you did, he would agree with you.

He stared at you and then moved to take his boots off along with his flannel. He slowly moved to get under the covers with you. His hand slowly rubbed your back for a moment before moving to wrap around your waist to pull you close to him, but you tensed. He paused and grew more concerned. He let his hand rest of your waist and just rubbed up and down your side.

“Baby... what happened while we were away?” He whispered into the room. Just being cautious of the tension in your body.

You were still for a moment.

You shook your head.

Dean stared at the back of your head. It was silent as he let you stew in your head for a few minutes more.

“Baby girl, can you please tell me what is bothering you? At least try to. I wanna help, but I have to know what’s going on.” He told you as he scooched closer to you. You didn’t tense up this time, but you were still contemplating if you wanted to tell him why you were stuck in your head.

There was a lull in silence before you spoke up, your voice was raspy from the nonuse of that day. “I gained weight...”

He frowned and stared at the back of your head. Dean couldn’t tell from all the layers on top of you.

“So? You’re still my baby-”

“Dean. My stomach looks so saggy and uneven that I feel ugly. My stretch marks are more prominent again... my hips look weirdly shaped, and I feel like... like I’m just so ugly.” You cut him off as you ranted for a moment. “I hate the way I look. I can’t look in the mirror without feeling disgusted with myself. I don’t know why you stay with me. I don’t know what you see in me.”

Dean’s eyes watered up slightly as he listened to you. He swiftly wrapped his arm around you and pulled you as close as he could to his chest with his other arm going underneath you to full encase you in his arms.

“Y/N... I know what I say won’t help all the way, but I get it... but I love you. Whether you are four hundred pounds or however you weight now, or if you were as skinny as a twig. I love you because you except me for how I am. I never got that from my dad. You make everything seem worth it. You make the tough days feel like they are worth it. You make all this bullshit we deal with on a daily basis, feel like we are making a difference in the world. The shit we do, is a thankless job but we do it anyway and you always tell me that I’m doing my best whether it was finding like the tiniest detail on a job or if it’s saving someone’s life. You make me feel so important... and I can never express everything I feel for you in words, but this is a start. You are beautiful no matter what. You just... You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

More tears spilled down your face as you listened to Dean talk. His voice cracking every now and then from the pure emotion in his voice. His arms were enclosing you to him, if not he felt like you might disappear on him.

“So, what if you have a more pronounced stomach or you have stretch marks or if your body is purple or if you looked like Jabba the Hutt. You are everything to me, Y/N. You are beautiful and perfect for me.”

You went to move to turn around and face him and he let you lose for a moment to do that but then gripped you tightly to himself again. You wrapped your arms around his neck and put your forehead to his. You were still crying but because of his words and how your heart and mind felt lightened a little bit from the emotion that poured from his rant. His eyes were still watery and shined from the tears that didn’t fall but you still saw the love for you in them.

Every inch of your body was against his, with your legs intertwined together. Your fingers dug into his hair, and you just stared at him for a solid second.

You took in a ragged breath before whispering out. “I can’t promise that I’ll be okay right away... Thank you, baby. I love you so much...”

He sighed out a ragged breath too before reaching forward and kissing you lightly on your lips.

It was going to take a while for you to be alright but with Dean by your side... You think you can get to be okay with yourself.

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