#Deano just working his arm

[moosealecki]

𝑾𝒉𝒚 𝒅𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒐?

(𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓)

✯¸.•´*¨`*•✿ let’s take it up a notch, let’s see how Deano would feel if reader was to offer up herself to Lucifer...

| pairings; dean x reader , sam x castiel , lucifer x reader

| 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔; loss of life, offering up life, aggressiveness, violence, heartbreak, mistrust.

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“ You’re not gonna like it, Dean.”

“ Yeah...” he scoffed as he kept his green hazel hues on her.

“I’m going to offer myself up, to Lucifer...”

“Like hell you are, don’t be an idiot — we aren’t doing that.”

“Then what other plan is there to go with Dean! We’ve been through every other angle, he’s not going to stop until he finds a vessel, and Sam is not an option.” she was serious, they’ve tried everything, and Dean knew just as well as herself that this was the only option. She would brush her hand over her face and through her curly locks of hair. “Sam, can you give us a minute.”

She walked over to Dean, as she cupped her fragile hands around his face. Her eyes were damp from the tears she had shed prior. “Cas has a plan Dean, Lucifer will think he’s taking me, but Cas will kill him before he does...”

“NO damn it! What if this doesn’t work huh? What if this KILLS you in the process?? We both know things never work the way we want them to, I—I can’t lose another person…I can’t LOSE YOU (Y/N)”he would place his hands onto her wrists, moving her touch away from his face. He never liked to show vulnerability, but when it came to her, she saw right through him.

“Dean...”

“No, it’s not happening, this discussion is over.” He said in a much more serious tone of voice. Stepping back inside of the home. (Y/N) would stand there, brushing away the tears that escaped from her eyes. She knew Dean would never forgive her for this, but she had to do it. Clearing her throat, she leaned down to grab her duffle bag of gear.

The night was a cold, eerie feeling, the fog growing thick as she stood in the field, Cas and Sam were prepping the area with the sigils needed to summon Lucifer. Sam noticing something was bothering her, he would stand back up as he walked over to her, offering he’s comforting arm squeeze and slight smile before returning to the task at hand.

The flames would ignite when Sam spoke out the spell, and within seconds that felt like forever Lucifer would appear.

“Well, well, if it isn’t Miss Badass herself, I assume you are keeping your word?” he curled his infamous smirk.

“Shut the hell up, I’m here aren’t I, let’s just get this over with.” she rolled her eyes, standing mere inches from the flames, Cas whispering something in Enochian allowing her to step through the flames and into the circle. Lucifer’s red hues appeared as he reached out for her hands, taking them into his own before the sound of a car speeding from the distance, swerving into the area. Her head lifted to see that it was Dean.

“You get the fuck away from her!” Dean shouted, shotgun in hand filled with angel-killing bullets. Sam would launch himself forward in his brother’s direction, but Dean was fueled with anger, furious he easily threw his brother in the other direction. That left Castiel, as he used his own angelic ability to stop Dean in his tracks. “CAS! What the hell let me go, (Y/N) don’t do this!”

She felt those tears threatening to surface in her eyes again, feeling her voice trapped within her throat. She would mouth those three little words ‘I love you’ before Lucifer would take his hand, cupping her chin and pulling her back to look at him.

“A deal is a deal darling,” he said in such a calming but comforting voice. He moves to place his hand up against her cheek, the harsh cold of his touch stung her flesh. She could feel the instant bitter cold invade her slowly until she completely went numb. The ground shakes beneath their feet. His eyes were furious with the red ambers, the grace slowly shifting from Nick’s vessel into her own.

“(Y/N) NO!” Dean struggled, his eyes forming tears, as he watched the entire thing happen. Cas letting the angel blade slide from his infamous trench coat, his blue hues surfacing as he smoothly moved up and behind Lucifer, only for his throat to be grabbed just as quickly. “Such a poor excuse of an angel Castiel.” (Y/N) would feel the tears leaving her eyes, Lucifer was not dumb, he would instantly send the feathery idiot of an angel flying miles into the field as he returned to his task at hand.

Sam gathered to his feet quickly, and he took his own weapon, only for it to be sent flying out of his hands along with him. He would slam into the windshield of the Impala, knocking him out cold.

Lucifer now gripping both sides of her face, finished off the rest of his grace, that eventually poured into her body. Dean ran towards her, the flames around the circle dying out as both of their bodies left falling to the ground. He would move to her body, his hands gripping her face, as he felt the tears that formed the surface fall.

“Why, why did you have to go play the goddamn hero...” He spoke in a whisper, pulling her body up against him. Dean wasn’t sure what this meant, did this mean Lucifer was now possessing her vessel?

Once everyone was returned to the bunker, Cas healed Sam of his injuries.

“Is he still down there?” Cas asked in his low musky tone of voice.

“Uh yeah—he hasn’t left her side. Cas, what are we going to do?”

“I-I don’t know, but for now keeping her locked up in the dungeon, is our best hope for now. Until we can figure out a plan to destroy Lucifer for good.”

Dean was standing in front of the woman he had fallen in love with, she was bound in rope that was drenched in holy water, surrounded by the sigil that would keep Lucifer from trying to escape it, if HE was even in there. She had been passed out since the ritual, the entire thing playing over and over in Dean’s head like a broken record.

Dean wasn’t sure what to do next, but all he knew at that moment was he was going to save her, bring her home, and kill Lucifer, even if it meant 𝑘𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑚𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑠

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☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ𝐹𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑇𝑎𝑔𝑠; @lucishellhound @isabellacugliari-blog ☽︎ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

✯¸.•´*¨`*•✿𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈? 𝑪𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻. 𝑵𝒆𝒘 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒔. ♡︎♡︎♡︎

#supernatural #jared padalecki #spn fanfic #supernatural fan fic #jensen ackles #dean winchester x reader #dean x reader #dean winchester fanfiction #sam x reader #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester fanfiction #castiel x reader #lucifer x reader #lucifer fanfiction #Castiel x Sam

[deanoheartspie]

Sunshine 4

Pairing: Cowboy Sheriff Dean x City Gal Reader

Summary: After your family cut you off, your great-aunt Laura invited you over to her ranch you often visited when you were just a child... You drive through the beautiful town until you accidentally graze a horse that just so happens to be the sheriffs...

Warnings: None

A/N: Let me know what you think and what your theories are!

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DEAN'S POV

**BEEP** **BEEP** **BEEEEP**

Groaning I pull the extra pillow over my head as I bury my head in it. My head was pounding, the bright sun shining through the windows making it worse.

“Rise and shineee~” A voice sang out, awfully chirppy this morning. “Y/n. Go away” I grumbled gently pushing the woman who was now climbing up onto the bed shaking me awake.

She giggles. She fuckin giggles. Which if it were any other circumstance I probably would've cracked out a smile. “Y/n I swear to god-” I turn to lay on my back, and rub my eyes seeing her dressed in a nice pair of overalls with her y/h/c perfectly braided.

“Pay backs a bitch isn't it” She grins before walking off, her hips swaying side to side it was a nice view I had to admit. I shake my head getting my head out of the gutter before turning to my side seeing headache medicine and water on my nightstand.

Well thank you y/n...

I take the meds and down the water, checking my watch I already see im late on my routine which never really happens unless it's a bad night. Tossing some old jeans and a t-shirt with my boots and brown cowboy hat, I head downstairs seeing the lights on throughout the house.

“Wow son you look like shit” Clayton says from his arm chair, a news paper in hand.

“Clayton!” Laura shouted smacking the back of her husbands head. I tiredly chuckle “I feel like shit” I rub my temple, pouring some coffee into a mug.

The older man glances over and sets his newspaper down on the coffee table, “Go easy on Y/n please. She might not be good at this but it's because she's never had to do it before.” sure. I know I can be mean at times, but im not an asshole.

“Yes sir, I'll show her what she needs to know” Finshing up my coffee, I look over at her and gesture to the door walking out her following behind as I walk off to the stables.

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“Horses need to eat first, so you'll give them their grains and hay. Then some of these extra carrots.” I spoke as I pull out the bin of food and basket of carrots. Carefully watching over her, not wanting the woman to get her hand bit off.

Lilah the horse who she previously grazed, was giving the woman the biggest side eye i'd ever seen. I whistle at the tall horse, tilting my head “Be nice.” I warn when I notice Y/n stopped and watched me.

“Who would've thought big ole grumpy deano would protect me from a horse” She grins placing her hands on her hips, I roll my eyes “Well if you want your hand to get bit off, be my guest”

A messy long slow, morning goes by Y/n already covered in mud from the countless times she'd fallen and I've got to say it was much nicer to have someone to work with then do it all myself.

“You did pretty good for your first day” I compliment as we sit on one of the hay bales looking over the fields. She nods but stays quiet. I couldn't tell if it was the sun in her eye but her eyes were glossy.

I felt my heart drop, straight worry fills me as I face her seeing a tear stream down her face. Had I said something wrong? What had happened she had just been laughing not even a few minutes ago, hell she even wanted to race out to the field.

“Y/n... What's wrong?” I softly asked, gently wiping her eyes.

She shook her head and faked a smile, “Oh nothing, it's just quite beautiful out here can't help but make a woman cry” I hesitantly nod my head, still unsure but it wasn't my job to take care of her nor care too. Still I found myself worrying, not wanting to push it I leave it and get off the haybale after receiving a call.

“What? Again? I swear to god what is wrong with that man” I grumble, after hearing that Mr Andrews a 60 year old man who kept letting his unfriendly pitbull roam the town without it's owner.

I've always preferred dogs over cats, but after this pickles the dog might ruin it for me.

Sighing I hang out up, glancing at her offering my hand which thankfully you accepted, “Let's get you back...”

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Four fucking hours. Four fucking hours it took to chase down Mr pickles.

Which only put me in a deeper hole then I already was in, making me rush over to Lisa's seeing her glare. Thank the lords, Aurora jumped into my arms after noticing me.

“Hey pretty girl how are you?” I ask softly pushing her light brown hair behind her ears, The small girl was quick to ramble talking about preschool, her friends, the yucky lunch she had, pretty much anything a toddler can tell you. I send her to grab her bag leaving me with the darker haired woman, who was occupying herself by cleaning the kitchen.

“Why are you late this time?” She asked not bothering to spare me a glance, while she wiped down the counters.

“Work. I had to chase Mr pickles today” I mutter out, itching the back of my head praying that Aurora would hurry.

“Sure you did. You sure it wasn't a particular woman keeping you busy?”

Who was she talking about? I sure as hell didn't come from the bar with a woman but if I did it wouldn't have been her business. So that leaves y/n.

“Y/n? The girl at the ranch?”

Lisa's silence told me everything I needed to know and I shook my head letting out a huff. She has been on my ass for the past year, about all of this. I can't hang out with who I want to hang out with because she didn't like it, it got exhausting after awhile. Especially when we weren't even together anymore.

Aurora skipped down the stairs with her unicorn backpack, and her arms full with stuffed animals. “is Ben not coming?” I ask with a head tilt as I scoop up the 4-year-old.

“No he's staying at a friends house” Nodding I let the mother and daughter say goodbye before leaving as we head our way to the ranch.

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“Clay Clay!!” The little girl screached out hugging the older man.

“Ah I see what it is now” I act offended that I didn't get a greeting like that.

What I didn't notice was Y/n walking down the stairs until she came into my eye sight, she looked happier then before so it felt glad and relieved.

“Who's this little one?” She asks smiling down at Aurora.

“My daughter.”

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[hunter-gatherer-11]

A Whole World Away (Bondi Rescue)

Pairing: Chase Hardaker X Girlfriend! Fem! OC

Tags: Falling In Love; Crushing; Long-Distance Relationship; Reuniting Together; Coming Home.

Requested: No.

Third Person POV

Chase had liked her from the start, and for a while, she liked him, too, but pretended not to. She was a surfer, so she was always in the water, catching waves. She was from Brazil, and she was fluent in English, Portuguese, and French. She could also say at least five swear words in Russian, which often made Chase laugh.

He met her on the surf. It was six in the morning, and he was scheduled at eight, so he figured he’d catch some waves first. She’d come paddling up beside him and smiled. “Pretty, isn’t it?” She asked, sitting on her board and watching the sunrise. “Yeah. I’m Chase,” He smiled. “Aline.” She smiled. “Nice to meet you.” “You as well.”

They kept talking, and Chase found himself doing sunrise/sunset surfing with her, just to spend more time with her. She was due to leave in a week, and it made him sad. She was beautiful, but lived a whole world away. They went to different parts of Sydney, Chase playing tour guide.

Now, the lifeguards saw this, clearly. They saw Chase mooning over this girl, totally infatuated with her, and her with him, after a while. At first, she thought it was cute that he liked her like that, but then she started falling as well. But they knew how easily Chase fell, and how easily he was hurt, and were a little worried, considering she was from Brazil. But they trusted Chase, because he was a kid. He was learning about heartbreak, and though it hurt to see, they knew it was a part of growing up. And then she’d left. 

Chase went to the airport with her, seeing her off. He’d been hanging out at the beach with the guys in the Tower, joking around and laughing, when Aline showed up, bags at her side, and Chase knew. “You’re leaving.” He said, and she nodded, not looking at him. The lifeguards shared looks, and Deano touched his arm. “Go see your girl off,” He said, and Chase went. Will and Luke Faddy went as support.

“I’m gonna miss you,” She whispered, standing in front of the gate. Chase smiled sadly. “Nah, I think I’ll miss you more, you know?” She laughed, and he pushed her hair behind her ear. “Chase?” She asked softly as her plane was called. “Yeah?” “Can I kiss you?” “Yeah.” And she did. They kissed for a long moment, and then she was gone with one final look. He didn’t go back to the beach after her plane had left. Will and Luke dropped him off, feeling sad, watching Chase slump inside before returning to work.

The others found him, after work, at his house, sitting on his couch. “Stupid, isn’t it?” He said when they walked in. “That I’m so depressed for a girl?” He shook his head. “No.” Jake said. “Your only problem is falling too hard too fast, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing.” “You love her, that’s understandable.” Whippet put in.

He was distant at work, Aline always on his mind, but never once failed at a rescue or a job, determined to not be so mopey over her. They still called each other.

She’d even asked if they could try being together, so they were dating, but long-distance. It was hard. They couldn’t see each other but over video chat, and he missed her terribly, because the only time he could really call her was his few days off and after work, at night, when she’d be. 

He didn’t expect her to come back, because she was still in college. But he was at work one day when Will came in amid the team, hiding a shit-eating grin. “I have something for you,” Will said to Chase, making everyone stare. And then Aline poked her head in. “Hi, Chase!” Chase leapt from his seat, nearly knocking it over, and hugged her, hearing her laugh. “What the hell are you doing here?!” He asked, bewildered. She shrugged. “I’m an official Aussie.” She grinned. “I figured I could finish my schooling here, because…because you were here.” She added softly. Chase blinked. “Really? That’s awesome!” He smiled, and caught a glimpse of Whippet grinning fondly at them. “Um…do you want to meet the others?” He asked softly, and she nodded, “I’d love to.” The team was pleased to meet her, and her and Lachie had become friends almost instantly because of their shared humor. But Chase was just glad his girlfriend was home. When the sun set, he turned to her. “Hey.” She turned, eyes curious. “We haven’t gone out there in a while.” She looked at the ocean, colored red from the sunset. She smiled. “C’mon.” They grabbed their boards, heading to the water, and just sat there, watching the sun sink. 

In the Tower, the team smiled, watching them.

“Hey.” Aline said. Chase turned, and she kissed him. It was perfect.

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[or-something-better]

July 12, 2022

(Nightly RP - End of Charlie’s Baal storyline)

Ruby

“Are you ready for the battle ahead?” I ask Ankhesenamun.

Ankhesenamun

my eyes go wide as I see another that looks just like me, I swallow the emotion and then I turn to her with a sigh as I’ll ever be… never thought I’d have to do this again

Gabe

Listen, I know this can’t be easy but I promise your reward will be eternal peace

Ankhesenamun

looking a bit confused I can only nod

Charlie

Thank you. turning the pages of the golden book I point out the spells we will need to the group I know it seems like a lot but that’s what it took last time

Alex

Struggle looking through on shelves

Henry

looks around

Dean

laughs seeing the ingredients they look like normal cooking ingredients

Ruby

Listening to the list of ingredients, I tell the others “I have those ingredients in a spell stash I keep.” Seeing the look on Dean’s face, I get defensive. “It never hurts to be prepared. Witch’s motto.”

Henry

Where we going to find those

(Cass and Jody appear)

Cass

hello team free will

Charlie

Hey cass, what are you doing here? You’re supposed to be on vacation

Alex

Hi mom

Dean

Hey you two!

Cass

Ok what’s going on I had a feeling so thing was up .

Alex

Hello Cass

Henry

Hi waves with a cookie in my mouth

Jody

Hey Bear! Hey Deano!

Cass

Alex… Hey there  Cookie Monster

Alex

Smiles hugs her mom

Henry

smiles

Alex

How is vacation

Jody

Hugs Bear

Gabe

Seems we have some pissed off ancient gifs, I need to exterminate I hope and this unfortunate Ruby look alike is going to help us restore order and end the issue

Cass

So it’s Tuesday?

Henry

How we going to stop what’s his name?

Gabe

Ihop

Ankhesenamun

Well all those years ago we did a binding spell….we are connected…. I can always find him

Charlie

grins sadly

Gabe

grinning That’s the best news I’ve heard since the last set of quads !!! Ruby grab your stuff and let’s finish this once and for all

Ruby

Popping to the apartment, and going to my secret closet, I quickly gather the items needed, replace the false wall and head back to the bunker.

Ankhesenamun

reading through the ingredients and double checking this will do nicely… I just need some coal to place the sigils here

Henry

Would a crayon work I don’t have coal

Alex

Giggle cover her mouth

Jody

It’ll have to work Henry. Please let Ruby use it Smiling at Henry

Henry

takes the black crayon out of Sam pocket to give to her

Pamela

Will that work?

Ankhesenamun

taking the black crayon from the boy I set to work, drawing some Egyptian symbols on the floor

Cass

looking at the sigils I think my nephew Jesus draws like that

Ruby

Taking out my polished brass casting bowl, I set it down on the floor near Ankhesenamun.

Ankhesenamun

looking over to my lookalike, I can sense she has some abilities I can’t do this alone, Imhotep will find me. I know you brought me back…. So I think you can do this. Will you help me?

Ruby

“Of course. Whatever I can do to help.” I hand my ingredients to her.

Ankhesenamun

smiling in relief I take the ingredients and add them into the bowl

Dean

Is there anything else any of the rest of us can do to help?

Ankhesenamun

Your part comes next. joining hands with ruby I am ready to begin

Gabe

I’ll use my powers and cloak the bunker so hubby of the year doesn’t find us eyes glowing I raise my hands and cloak the bunker

Ankhesenamun

closing my eyes I begin to chant, drawing power from Ruby

      quat eazimat min 'anubis tuzhir li alshakhs almurtabit bi

Charlie

a glowing green orb forms in the middle of the room and begins to float over the map table erratically and suddenly stops

Alex

Look around whoa

Dean

watching the bunker light up and see the orb stop

Ankhesenamun

I look to the others that’s where he is… familiar to any of you?

Jody

Getting ready to jump in and go!!

Henry

climbs onto Gabe’s back

Cass

grabbing your arm  Jo Jo no going off halfcocked, promise me you’ll stay safe and if you can’t at least stay close.

Gabe

laughing hits kiddo . Gather around guys let’s go

Alex

Hold on to Gabe shoulder

Henry

Hi dad  smiling

Jody

Crossing my arms and huffing  Oh. Ok Feathers

Dean

walk over placing a hand on Gabe’s shoulder

Pamela

Charlie let me know what I can help with. suits next to Charlie

Cass

if anything happened to you JJ

Charlie

Happy to show you the ropes

Gabe

we all vanish

Jody

I know Feathers

Imhotep

inside the sawmill I am working on an old spell I once used before to wake the dark army of Anubis.

Alex

See Imhotep in window

Imhotep

thinking about how I already saw my wife I know I need to work fast to help Baal get these demons he needs

Alex

quicky hide and Signal Cass and Jody +Hide+

Cass

Grabbing Jody’s hand, we follow Bear’s lead

Gabe

quietly follows behind Cass and Jody

Henry

follows Gabe

Alex

Following Henry

Dean

follow Gabe and Donna

Gabe

whispers to bear! you that Ihop guy? peers in the window too

Henry

looks over Gabe’s shoulder

Alex

Whisper back yeah he is planning I not sure what he planning

Imhotep

finishes working the spell and waits

Ankhesenamun

taking a sharp breath oh no! We won’t be alone for long….

Ruby

“What do you mean?” I ask Ankhessenamun, turning to her. I see she is taken by a soldier. I take off after her but get taken too.

Alex

Rise her eyebrows what the hell he planning

Gabe

Huh? What? Why? stands instantly, and disappears! Appears behind the two Soldiers! hello! smirks! good bye! snaps his fingers and they both turn into Sand! back from which they came!

Okay ladies? looks to Ruby and Noxie

Ankhesenamun

We don’t have much time….

Ruby

"Thanks Gabe."

Gabe

Let me guess… more company comin?

Dean

Screw this! takes off for the door to head inside

Gabe

Oh course!

Alex

Gasp nod thanks Gabe

Gabe

Annnnnnd there he goes! shakes head!

Henry

Dean for once in your life can you think  stops him using telekinesis

Dean

finding myself frozen in place suddenly I look back at henry Henry come on we need to go get this douchebag what are you doing?

Gabe

Ah ah ah!…. Shhhhhh put an invisible zipper over Deans mouth!  …. There much better!

Alex

Laugh

Donna

giggles sorry Dean! It just got a lot quieter around here!

Dean

really???? We dont have time for jokes

Alex

Right Cover my mouth

Charlie

you can hear the footsteps of dozens of men, seeming to come from all around

Henry

puts dean down  what's that noise

Alex

Gasp crap! Soldier

Gabe

thennnn shhhhhhh!

Donna

Ohhhhhh shit!!!! I pull out my archangel blade in my left hand and flick in the other! A wild look in my eye! BRING IT ON!!!! turning to Gabe and Ruby we need to go now

Dean

looks seeing more soldiers and a demon army and get my gun as i get ready to fight

Henry

pulls out my daggers

Cass

Son of!!! Pulling out my angel blade m, my eyes start to glow!!

Alex

Took my angel blade out my pocket and ready to fight

Dean

thinks to Gabe can you give me my voice back so I can yell if I need to warn to protect somebody please?

Jody

Pulling out my new angel blade from Cass, I charge towards the soldiers

Ankhesenamun

I start moving in where I see Imhotep, once the love of my life—-now I didn’t know what he was

Gabe

Uggg here! snaps opening your mouth … get out of my head! shakes head! quietly follows Noxie, keeping an eye on Imhotep

Ruby

Following Ankhesenamun inside

Henry

fights soldiers

Donna

runs into battle like the tank she was born to be!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

Dean

I run at and attack shooting one soldier and dodging another before stabbing it

Imhotep

send more soldiers using the spell and I suddenly look up seeing and ruby I get angry bitch seriously you’re going to betray me yet again working with them against me???

Alex

Ninja skill soldiers and she fight

Jody

Fights along side of her bestie!!

Ruby

Taking my satchel, I pull out the Book of Life, handing it to Ankhesenamun

Donna

Wooooooo! goes agonist her back! And fight as one!

Ankhesenamun

I never betrayed you, I saved you from yourself. joining hands with Ruby  are you ready?

Ruby

"Yes" Ankhesanamun and I chant together,

          “Ka-dee-shmal, Ka-dee-shmal  Paradoose, Paradoose”

Henry

throws my daggers around

Gabe

stands up straight looking at Imhotep straight in the eyes! Oh cool it Pancake house! You know your just counting the minutes till your ultimate end!

Jody

Smiles as they fight back to back Aaaaarrrrgggggghhh!!!

Charlie

the soldiers begin to crumble and turn to sand… a few of them exploding as they’re stabbed and struck

Dean

gets pinned by a couple soldiers and tries to fight them off struggling but finally manages to get my gun up and pull the trigger as I’m splattered by the demon soldier whatever as his head explodes in my face then I break loose from the other and shoot it

Alex

Stay with Jody and Donna and fight the soldiers

Ruby

We continue chanting, the spell works its way through the soldiers

Ankhesenamun

never taking my eyes off of Imhotep, I keep chanting with ruby

Cass

Swinging my blade furiously, I laser my eyes at the soldiers while making contact with my sword

Imhotep

Oh but see in all actuality the fun is only just beginning. Imhotep turns to Ankhesenamun save me from myself??? Bitch you helped KILL me!

Ankhesenamun

I give him a look while chanting that says I’ll do it again

Imhotep

I dont take my eyes of the archangel ready to fight

Ruby

More and more of the soldiers turn to sand

Henry

watches with amaze

Gabe

Don’t look at me like that? starts to circle the Egyptian Priest unless you intent to dance baldy!?

Dean

watches soldiers turning to sand as I go to attack them sweet

Gabe

blades start to descend I will drop you!

Donna

Whoa!!!!! …. dusts of the sand! awwww man Same gets everywhere!!!!!

Imhotep

eying the blades more demons appear in between us I have plenty more where those come from I say another Egyptian spell in my head concentrating on you unsure if it will actually work of one of the plagues and am disappointed when it fails

Jody

Holy crap!! sneezes from all the sand

Alex

Coughing cover my mouth and nose from sand dust

Gabe

Devilish smirk, and brushes off shoulder (carefully with blades!) that was cute! glares at Imhotep and vanishes!

Imhotep

I think about that wife of yours outside as I attempt to make on of the spells work on her if things work correctly she should be feeling a bit itchy right now

Gabe

You ass is grass Ihop!

Imhotep

I see you disappear confused for a minute I look around trying to locate you. laughs at how what I said Sounds a bit itchy or bitchy...

Gabe

appears behind of Imhotep! And and with swift Nooooo. Eyes a blaze, tackles him to the ground… my blades extending to your neck!!! NO BODY… NO BODY….. messes with my BELLE!!!! You … will …. Die …NOW…. IM-HO-TEP!!!!

Imhotep

find myself suddenly pinned to the ground with blades at my throat I... wait.....can we talk about this....

Donna

itches under my jacket! I preferred the Sand!!!

Alex

walks into where Gabe and Imhotep are fighting  whoa!!

Dean

seeing that the soldiers are gone starts heading inside and sees donna and signs to her +you ok???+

Henry

walks in and watches

Donna

enters the room and sees my love! SWEETS!!! Wait no!!! Your promise!!! I hurry closer itching my other arm!

Donna

Yes I’m okay Deano!! Must be all this Sand!

Dean

your head starts itching too. runs inside to join the others watching Gabe and Imhotep

Donna

scratching uggggggg what the heck?!!

Imhotep

hears donna and looks over what promise? And how you feeling scratchy?

Ankhesenamun

I watch in horror as Imhotep is ready to be slaughtered

Dean

lice is crawling all over you

Gabe

Ugggg sighs fine! flipping my hand open, I place my palm on Imhotep’s forehead and close my eyes. Cleansing him!

Donna

Ahhh. The hell!!! my whole-body shutters and flip and shake my hair!

Imhotep

suddenly feeling different as the key falls out of my hand

Donna

as quick as noticed it… it goes away! the hell?!?!!!! my breaths heavy!

Alex

seeing the golden box I take my chance and run forward to grab it before bringing it back to the team

Ruby

I begin my chant to Anubis “Oh God Anubis. Take this traitor to the land of the Dead. Never to be called forth to the land of the living again. Take the one called Ankhesenamun to rest with the ancients forever more.”

Gabe

stand over the priest and closes my eyes, praying the Anubis! Yo buddy got a couple friends you’ve been missing! Come and Get em! Allll your pups!

Ankhesenamun

I begin to fade, a new sense of peace washing over me and I turn to Imhotep, who is once more the man I married—and I go back to Anubis

Gabe

my eyes pop open and look to my Belle and hurry to her! are you okay!

Alex

Yay! We did it!!

Imhotep

I join hands with you and smile as we both fade out returning to Anubis

Donna

I nod, and run my hands through my hair I’m okay. But gawd that felt awful! I step close to your body and   holding you!

Ruby

Feeling relief, I join the others to get ready to go home.

Henry

walks over to Ruby

Dean Finally! That part’s over. I am still getting my damn revenge for Sammy!

Donna

Ya know, should probably look for the book!

Jody

I’ll help you Don!!

Gabe

Good idea!! looks around a bit

Ruby

Good job Henry. Ready to head back?

Donna

10-4 come on! nods and starts to search!

Henry

Yes I ran out of snacks

Jody

Starts looking for the book with Donna

Dean

walks over need to go check on Sammy anyway

Gabe

Probably not such a good thing to have that book still out there!

Alex

Let’s go check on Sam, I have the key… book isn’t much good without it.

Jody

Continually searching all over I don’t think it’s here!!

Donna

I’m not finding it!

Gabe

I’m sure we’ll find it! reaches my hand for my love! come on let’s go Bro and ladies!

Cass

Turning to Gabe Got out to Bro  Grabs Jody’s hand

Donna

I take my archangel hand okay sweets, let’s blow this popsicle stand! giggles!

Jody

Holds onto Cass’ hand as we vanish

Gabe

nods and smiles see ya at the bunker. Vanishes!

Ruby

Ok, everyone wanting to go to the bunker, gather around!

Dean

Already here

Alex

Hold on to ruby I got it

Henry

grabs onto Alex

Ruby

Don't want to forget any stragglers. Ok, 3-2-1 (for Sammy's sake) We pop back to the bunker

Sam

As I began to wake up from what felt like a long sleep, it only took a minute before I recognized that I was still in our med bay. Memories of the battle everyone had all just gone through because of ME came rushing back.

Sitting up slowly, I took stock and realized that my only real physical injury from being captured by Baal was the bandaged left arm where Imhotep had cut me. Cut me for the mutated blood that flowed through my veins. Lifting up my arm, I stared at the bandages.

Anger surged through me! Anger at putting my Team, the people I care about in danger…Anger at not seeing my deteriorating condition for what it truly is, a damn liability to everyone…Anger at the weakness I carried inside, because of my own mother’s choices. Damn it!

Well, not anymore! I got off the bed and walked out into the eerily quiet Bunker. I went directly to my room and pulled out the vial of demon blood that Ruby had given me. It was crystal clear to me, that I could no longer deny what’s been inside me all along.

I drank it down. Fate had saddled me with this one thing about myself that I could never change…it was past fucking time to have it work for us, not against us.

Dean

grabs Henry’s shoulder

Ruby

Getting to the Bunker, I double check on my passengers.

Dean

appear with you at the bunker

Charlie

bouncing with excitement I turn to Pamela I think they’re here! Go tell them!!

Pamela

welcome everyone back sam’s awake.

Cass

Arriving at the bunker with my JJ, I check to make sure she is ok as her fighting game was off today Hey JJ, are you ok my love?

Donna

appears in bunker

Dean

He is? How is he? He ok?

Donna

He? He who?

Henry

runs past to find Sam

Ruby

Following the others, I want to see Sam and how he is doing.

Gabe

Sam??

Jody

Squeezes my angel’s hand Just a little bit off today my love

Alex

Following Gabe, Sammy?

Charlie

inside the bunker I’m really happy and excited that Sam is awake

Dean

Char? He s awake? Where is he should I be worried? He ok?

Jody and Cass

Is Sam ok?! in unison

Gabe

I’ll go check on him! goes to go to Infirmary

Sam

Coming into the main room, I lean against the doorframe and have to smile at all the unnecessary concern being directed my way. I’m fine, guys. Honest. Never better.

Henry

hugs Sam

Dean

Sammy! You sure? hug you

Sam

Hugs Henry. Steps into the room Sooo… enough about me. Dean, we’ve got work to do. Walks over to the map table where I have several books and note papers all laid out.

Gabe

Well! Hey! You do seem better!

Donna

He looks a lot better!

Sam

Slaps Dean on the shoulder as I walk by

Alex

Sam! Run and hugs

Charlie

grins he IS better! You guys did it!

Henry

sits on the table

Sam

Hey, Alex

Donna

Mr and Mrs Angel go into the map room!

Alex

Thanks god you are ok

Dean

I watch you walk by and turn around following you, you sure you’re good? I mean you look good but how do you feel?

Ruby

Sensing a change in Sam, I have my suspicions but say nothing.

Sam: Look, at least now we know what Baal’s end goal is and exactly what pieces he has in order to go after it. This Imhotep is only one of the nasties he’ll probably throw at us to keep us from stopping him. Anger at having been taken, still fresh.

Dean

We took care of Imhotep he’s gone and out of the way

Sam

Dean, I'm so sorry that I couldn’t help I wished I could better convey what I was feeling about it all.

Henry

How you feeling?

Sam

I’m feeling good Henry. I want to… no, I NEED to finish this.

Dean

Bro. You can’t help when things go south it always manages to happen. But you're ok and that’s what matters right?

Sam

Nods Right... absolutely Squeezes his brother's arm

Dean

You seem too calm you sure you're good?

Alex

Hey Sam Smiles we got the key. Shows Sam

Sam

Yeah, honest...

Donna

GUYS!!!! We need to take care of this Baal ass hat!!!! Now!

Jody

 Well I don’t think he is going to stop any time soon Don…

Cass

the key is only a part of what he needs… he has the book

Charlie

We need the book… according to everything I have read, the only way to end baal is to trap him. The spell to do it is in that book!

Ruby

Lifting my satchel, I take out the Book of Life and set it onto the table. “Would someone please take this back where it belongs? And make sure to lock it up along with the key.”

Pamela

And how do you all expect to get it?

Henry

I will  take them to put them in a box in the archives

Dean

follow henry watching him put it in the box making sure its secure and i lock the art room door behind you

……………………………………

1. Ruby asks Ankhesenamun if she’s ready for battle. When Ankhesenamun notices how alike they look, she is shocked for a moment, then answers Ruby, sounding a bit defeated she says yes as she will ever be. Gabe promises Ankhesenamun some eternal peace for her help. Not knowing what that means she thanks him and shows the team the spells they need to use from the book of the living. There are a couple of obscure items on the list, so Henry asks where to find them, Alex shrugs and starts looking through shelves. Dean laughs and says those are just normal cooking ingredients when Ruby speaks up, sharing that she has a hidden collection of magical ingredients and is certain some of those things were among them. Jody and Cass pop in. Cass says he got a feeling something was up. Gabe brings them up to speed on the situation. Henry asks how they plan on finding Imhotep. Ankhesenamun grins and says that with the binding spell that Imhotep did, he linked them—-she can always find him. Gabe says that’s the best news he’s heard so far and tells Ruby to go get the items she has and to hurry back

2. Ruby leaves and quickly pops back and Ankhesenamun asks for a piece of coal to draw her sigils. Henry says he doesn’t have any of that here but he does have a black crayon. Alex giggles and Pamela asks if that will work. Jody says it will have to and asks Henry to hand it over.

Ankhesenamun draws her sigils on the floor. Cass remarks about the sigils.  When Ruby sets the polished brass casting bowl down Ankhesenamun then tells Ruby she can’t do the spell alone or she will lead Imhotep to them and asks if she will help. Ruby agrees and hands what she brought to her. Ankhesenamun then adds ingredients into the bowl. Dean asks if there is anything anyone else can do, and Gabe speaks up saying he will use his power to cloak the bunker. Within minutes a glowing green orb appears over the map table and stops over an old sawmill. Jody doesn’t even wait for confirmation she’s ready to go, Cass pulls her back, Gabe asks everyone to gather around so he can take them there. Pamela stays behind to help Charlie

3. The sawmill is old and unused, inside, Imhotep is using a spell he had used in the past to wake up the dark army of Anubis- Baal needed his demons so Imhotep needed to work fast. Having seen his wife already he knew he didn’t have much time. Meanwhile, the team is circling the building when Alex sees Imhotep in the window. She quickly hides and signals Jody and Cass. They and Gabe come over quickly followed by Henry and Dean. Ankhesenamun, seeing what he’s up to, says they’re about to have company.

Ruby asks Ankhesenamun what she means when suddenly Ankhesenamun is grabbed by an Egyptian soldier.  Ruby goes after her and she is taken too.

Gabe uses his powers to eliminate the two soldiers and Ankhesenamun says they don’t have much time - Dean wastes no time and starts to head inside

4. Before Dean gets too far in, Henry freezes him in his tracks using his telekinesis. Dean starts to protest when Gabe silences him. Donna giggles at Dean, as the rest of the team makes their way inside. They can hear Imhotep and then the footsteps of many soldiers. Henry, Alex, Cass, Jody, Donna, and Dean fight the soldiers (Feel free to free run what the soldiers do to you or you to them, there are dozens). Gabe, Ruby, and Ankhesenamun head inside to find Imhotep.

Upon seeing Ankhesenamun and Ruby, Imhotep is outraged. Gabe makes fun of him and says this is about to end. Imhotep tells him it is only the beginning.

Ruby pulls out the Book of Life and Ankhesenamun turns the pages, finding the spell she is after to stop the soldiers. Gabe keeps Imhotep occupied. It takes a while of chanting before the spell takes hold and all of the soldiers turn into sand. The team joins Ruby and Ankhesenamun in the other room where Gabe has Imhotep pinned, his blades set to pierce his skull. Donna yells out to remind him of his promise. And Gabe sighs before cleansing Imhotep of the magic from the Book of the Dead. The key falls from Imhotep’s hand and Alex scoops it up.

Ruby and Gabe reach out to Anubis who takes both Imhotep and Ankhesenamun back to the underworld. Everyone cheers. Dean pledges to get vengeance for Sammy. Alex, Dean, Henry and Ruby head back to the bunker to check on Sam. Donna and Jody search for the Book of the Dead but it is nowhere to be found. Jody, Cass, and Donna leave with Gabe for the bunker.

((Sam’s part here))

5. They head inside just as Gabe, Donna, Jody and Cass appear. Charlie and Pamela meet them at the door full of excitement because Sam is awake.  Henry runs past her, Jody, Cass and Alex follow behind and Dean is asking questions about how Sam is and if he needs to worry. Gabe promises to check him out when Sam appears at the door with a grin saying he’s back. Then gets serious and tells Dean they have work to do. Charlie is happy to have Sam back, Donna says she is glad he is doing better Sam smiles and leads everyone to the map table

6. Charlie’s laptop is set up, and Sam acts like he’s on a mission. Ruby has a few thoughts of her own but keeps them to herself. Dean is sharing how they defeated Imhotep, while Sam listens intently and wishes he could have been of more help.  Henry asks Sam how he’s feeling, and Sam responds with a comment about how he’s ready to finish this. Cass and Jody are a bit surprised at how angry Sam seems and Dean makes a remark about how that is the Sammy he remembers. Alex tells Sam she got the key and shows it to him. Donna gets everyone’s attention and says they need to get Baal now. Jody says he wasn’t going to stop any time soon and that Alex had just taken the key to his power. Cass said the key was only a part of what they needed. Charlie pipes in with why they needed the book so badly, and Pamela asks how they’re going to get it.

Ruby gets the Book of Life out of her bag and asks someone to put it away with the key. Henry takes care of it, placing both items back in the artifact box before Dean locks it away

[lunatic-desert-child]

#I just loved this #have no idea why #Deano just working his arm #the pretty boy #plus the hands and hand tape #is so good #the tape also sorta makes his tattoo stand out #which I love as well #Dean ambrose #wwe #lunatic-desert-child original

[deanswaywardgirl]

The Art of Shaving

A/N: I know people usually use GIFs for fics, but it was nearly impossible to find some with Dean, simply because in fifteen seasons, he never broke his arm, so the ones I do have may be a bit contradictory. The fic just looked so damn naked without some kind of visual. DISCLAIMER: I do not own Supernatural or Sam and Dean. Just my OC.

"Ouch. Son of a bitch," Dean growled quietly as he stared in the mirror and rinsed his razor off, giving up for the night. He'd have to wait for his arm to get at least half healed before trying again, hopefully without slicing his neck open. He was sore, tired, and irritated that, for now, he only had one functional arm. His disfunctional arm now rested in a sling, thanks to a nest of vampires that he and Sam had hunted. One of the bastards had tossed him into the wall where his arm had snapped at the elbow. Sam had thought it was dislocated, but giving it a closer look, he could tell it was really broken. They had returned home to the bunker, deciding to lay low for at least a week, much to Dean's girlfriend's relief.

Faith stirred and turned over and spotted him at the mirror, smiling softly. She could tell he was trying to be quiet so he wouldn't wake her, but she'd noticed that he hadn't come to bed, simply by the lack of warmth behind her. The usual tell tale feel of his arm around her. 

"Dean? What are you doing?" she asked, propping herself up on her arms, her eyes half-lidded as she glared against the light.

"Trying to shave, failing epically. Screw it, I'll just have to let it grow out until I can use this arm again." Faith smiled and shook her head and made her way over to him, breathing deeply. She grabbed one of her hair ties and put her hair up in a messy pony tail. Glancing up at him, she gently took his face in her hands and tilted his chin in different directions. "Okay. First off, it won't grow out that much in two weeks. Secondly, I wouldn't mind if it did. I'd still think you were sexy as hell. Third, if you really want to shave, I will help you," she said with a crooked smile as she crossed her arms over her chest. Dean arched a brow and turned his eyes down to his razor and back up to his girlfriend.

"You won't tell Sam?" Faith rolled her eyes and laughed before seeing that he was serious, his jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed. 

She held her hands up. "Okay, I promise I won't tell Sam. Comere," she said, sliding her hand into his and leading him over to the bed, gently pushing him down onto the edge. "Off with the shirt, I'll be right back," she told him before leaving the room, returning a few minutes later with a tv tray. Setting up the bowl of lukewarm water, a hand towel, shave cream and a wash rag, she exhaled and glanced at him. "Ready?" she asked, earning a nod. "Let's get this over with," he said. Faith smiled softly and straddled his lap, able to feel his hands rest on her waist. She laid the towel over her shoulder and picked up the shave cream and squirt some into her hand before rubbing them together and slathering his face with it. Watching him, she smiled softly and kissed his nose. "Don't worry, you won't be a gimp for very much longer, Deano." Dean scoffed, but smirked up at the girl in his lap, unable to help himself with the girl he loved. "Ha ha, very funny." Faith giggled and shook her head before picking up the razor. She glanced at it before looking into his eyes. "Okay, here we go," she said before getting started. She positioned it under his chin and worked her way over his skin, shaving off his beard. "All these poor baby hairs. You know, I liked the stubble. Feels unbelievable between my thighs," she whispered against his lips. Dean's eyes opened and looked up into hers, and she could tell she'd caught his attention. Smirking to herself, she rinsed off the razor and turned back to him. "What?" she asked, playing dumb. 

Dean opened his mouth, just to shut it again, earning a smirk once more. He cleared his throat and smiled shyly, his cheeks tinting pink. Faith chuckled softly and kissed the tip of his nose again. When she went to apply the razor again, he gently caught her wrist and cleared his throat again.

"You don't have to shave it completely. I mean, the whiskers can stay," he said. Faith smiled softly and rested her forehead against his, breathing deeply, her eyes falling closed. "Dean, in all seriousness, I'm just glad you're home safe. When Sam called me, I was scared to answer the phone," she admitted, wiping his face off with the dampened wash cloth. "He doesn't really call me, not nearly as often as you do. And when his name popped up on the ID," she shook her head and licked her lips, rinsing off the razor and wiping it off. Dean took her hands and took the razor from her, setting it down. "Sweetheart, look at me," he told her, earning her attention. Dean tried to  come up with a promise that would make things easier, something she could use to rest easy, but there was nothing. He sighed, knowing he couldn't promise that he'd always come home to her, that it'd be a lie. Clenching his jaw, he gently squeezed her hands and kissed them both tenderly before leaning into one. Faith smiled softly and cupped his face in her hands, mentally counting and memorizing the layout of freckles across his nose. "You are such a beautiful man, Dean Winchester, you know that?" she asked, earning a warm smile. "Faith Delaney, you are so.....damn blind, it's not even funny," he responded chuckling, earning a whole-hearted laugh as she let her head fall against his, wrapping her arms loosely around his neck before she cupped his face in her hands again and kissed him. Dean gently squeezed her waist in his fingers as he traced her bottom lip with his tongue, then proceeded to pull her hips into his, moaning softly against her lips, earning a soft moan back in return. Faith slid her fingers through his hair, before sliding her hands down over his shoulders and down his chest, gathering his shirt in her fists. As much as she wanted the man in her arms, she wouldn't set his healing back further than necessary. Allowing him a few more moments of barely controlled passion, she reluctantly broke the kiss and pressed her forehead against his, reaching up and cupping his face again. She gazed into his eyes and swallowed thickly, tracing his bottom lip with her thumb. Both of them breathed heavily, able to feel the other's breath on their face. "I love you, Dean," she whispered to him, earning a warm smile in return. He licked his lips and leaned up, brushing his lips against hers before kissing her ever so softly, earning a soft exhale from her as he broke it. "I love you too, sweetheart, more than you know," he whispered, swallowing hard as he looked up into her eyes. Faith smiled and carefully moved out of his lap, stroking his cheek before going to put the shaving kit away.

It wasn't long before she was climbing into bed beside him on the opposite side, so he could wrap his good arm around her. He held her tight and kissed her forehead, inhaling the scent of her strawberry and vanilla shampoo, drifting off, both of them home and safe in each other's arms.

@dean-winchester-is-a-warrior @wearywinchester @deangirl93 @winchest09 @mvdeanw @staceylouise126​ @wayward-gypsy​

#dean winchester #dean fic #dean fluff #supernatural fluff #supernatural #slight angst #what I would give to be Faith Delaney at any moment #i love Dean Winchester #almost smut' #injured Dean

[undisputed-bucky]

Dean Drabble!

NFSW MINORS DNI

Summary: Dean almost loses you on a mission and lets you know exactly how that makes him feel.

WARNINGS: SMUT SMUT SMUT, oral(m receiving), p in v, unprotected sex(wrap it before you tap it my lovelies), GUN KINK(reader has a gun pointed to her head most of this fic) . IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH GUNS OR ANY TYPE OF GUN PLAY DO NOT PROCEED.

Word Count: 1.6k ish

A/N: I have to thank @bucky-daddy for the ideas and inspiration for this! It was supposed to be just a little Drabble but it turned into a full one shot!! Again thank you @bucky-daddy for letting me scream about ideas while I wrote this! I hope you guys like it! I always appreciate likes, re blogs and comments! My requests are open as well!! Send me an ask or message and I’ll be happy to discuss ideas! Also I wrote this on my phone so I can’t add a page break so PLEASE BE AWARE OF THE WARNING I'VE PUT IN THE DESCRIPTION OF THIS PIECE. ILL SAY IT AGAIN⚠️VIOLENT AND EXTREME THEMES ALONG WITH SMUT⚠️

The hunt wasn’t supposed to go wrong. You weren’t supposed to get captured. Almost every part of the plan you and Dean had gone over went wrong. So so wrong. The nest wasn’t supposed to know you were coming for them. You weren’t supposed to leave Dean’s side.

And now because of that you were tied to a chair, with a teenage werewolf desperately trying to finish the knot on your right leg. Shit shit shit, you thought. The last time you had seen Dean he was fighting off one werewolf. As you looked around the room you noticed at least five just in this room. You prayed he was safe. You knew Dean could hold his own but the amount of werewolves that could be here? That sets you on edge.

Just as the thought presents itself in your mind, you hear a crash and multiple gunshots. The werewolves all looked towards the door, the familiar growl of the Winchester brother echoing through the walls. You smirked.

“Come at me motherfuckers!” He yells as he kicks through the door. Dean raises his gun and takes out two within five seconds. You growl as you kick out with your right leg, the knot having never been finished.

“Dean!” You shout as you nod your head towards the wolf that had tied you up. He shoots with extreme precision and the silver bullet meets its target, the werewolves brain.

Dean promptly takes care of the two other werewolves in the room.

You breathe a sigh of relief as you watch Dean pant, his shoulders heaving with every breath. “Man, I really got scared there! Thanks for the help Dean, you’re a great hunter” You say, wiggling against the ropes in the chair. “Why don’t you uhh help me with these ropes, Deano?”

“What did I tell you, Y/N?” You hear Dean growl as he turns around. As you look up into his eyes, the darkness there makes your skin prickle. And not exactly in a bad way.

“You told me not to leave your side, I know Dean but I thought I had it! I didn’t kn-“

“SHUT UP” You're cut off by Dean’s yelling. You suddenly look up to see him storming towards you. His hulking figure soon looms over yours, the rage practically radiating off of him.

“You left my side after I specifically told you not too. You directly disobeyed my orders!” He starts, voice so low it was almost a growl. “You put yourself in Danger!” He yells, his hand raises and he presses the barrel of his gun into your temple. “I ALMOST LOST YOU, Y/N! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?”

You splutter as you look into his eyes, the emotions there a mystery to you. What wasn't a mystery was the pool of moisture collecting in your panties. You'd always been quite attracted to Dean but this ragey, scary Dean? He made you weak!

Dean's gun drifts down slightly as his expression softens slightly, “What would I do without you, Y/N?” He says, anger still virulent in his eyes.

You decide to come back to that question later, suddenly wanting to press the rage inside him more. You smirk and stick your tongue out, swirling your tongue around the silver barrel. You watch Deans pupils dilate as you draw the barrel into your mouth, sucking gently.

“You think this is a game, Y/N?” Dean growls, his mouth twisting into a sneer. He chuckles, a dark dry sound as his hand moves to his belt buckle. He dexterously undoes the buckle and moves on his jeans. “Guess what? You lost” He suddenly removes the gun from your mouth, placing it back on your temple. “You disobeyed me and for that you’re gonna be punished” He speaks as he pulls his briefs down, revealing his hard cock.

Your mouth falls open, eyes widening as you imagine wrapping your mouth around it. The wet patch in your panties grows as you look at the massive member. You always suspected he was big but this? Unprecedented.

“Brat sees something she likes huh?” He chuckles as he moves closer, his cock right in front of your face. He presses the gun harder against your temple, his other hand slapping his cock against your face. You gasp and he takes the opportunity to thrust roughly into your mouth.

You moan around his impressive length and he groans. “Such a fucking brat, not so mouthy with your trap stuffed full of cock huh?” He growls, his hips pistoning against your lips. You choke and gag as his tip smacks the back of your throat forcefully with each thrust of his hips. You Do your best to breathe through your nose as you take every inch of his cock.

“Fuck, Y/N. Sucking me so good. Knew that mouth was good for something other than being a smart ass” He growls, hips stuttering slightly. Drool and spittle falls down your chin as tears spring to your eyes. Every thrust to your throat had you walls clenching around nothing, cunt desperate for the cock currently in your mouth.

Dean's groans become more desperate and he stops, roughly pulling from your mouth with a wet plop. “No no no. M’saving my cum for your cunt. Wanted this for too long not to fill you” He says.

“Please Dean! Untie me so I can show you how much I’ve wanted it to!” You beg, wiggling against the restraints.

He chuckles as he bends down to untie your leg, smirking. You look back at your hands, expecting him to move to them next. When he doesn’t you look at him, “Dean, m-my hands babe” you say, laughing nervously. He suddenly moves behind you, roughly kicking the Chair out from beneath you. It plants you on the floor with your hands laid out above you. “D-Dean please!”

Dean just laughs as he starts to pull your pants down, groaning appreciatively. Your legs spread for him, exposing your drenched cunt. He raises his gun, dragging the tip of the barrel through your drenched folds. You gasp and arch against the touch. He pulls the gun away and chuckles, slowly lifting it to your mouth in a silent order to suck. You open your mouth to taste your own juices around the gun. You moan at the taste as Dean suddenly presses himself against your entrance.

“What a dirty little whore you are! Just begging to be fucked at gunpoint aren’t you? So wet for me and my gun huh?” He asks, dragging the tip of his cock through your folds as he places the gun back to your temple.

“Yes Sir! Please! Fuck me at gunpoint and take what you want!” You shout, hips bucking to gain more friction. You watch as his lips turn up in a smirk. He uses his other hand to roughly hold your hips down, keeping you still as he slowly sheathes himself inside you.

“Fuck!” You cry out at his length filling you. He’s so huge you can swear you feel him in your belly, stretching you out. Your voice refuses to work when he slowly drags himself out, only to slam back against that spongy spot inside of you.

As his pace increases, he growls out, “Fuck Y/N so tight! Made to take my cock weren’t you?”

“Yes! Oh god yes!” You cry, the coil inside you beginning to wind and wind with every thrust to that spot he found so quickly.

Dean presses the gun into your skin, a bruising pressure as he growls, “Yes what?”

“Yes sir!” You scream, your walls beginning to flutter and squeeze around his cock. “Oh fuck!”

He groans as his pace falters, moving a hand to your clit. He rubs fast, tight circles as he leans down to your ear, “Gonna cum on my cock? Gonna soak me with my gun pointed to your head?” He whispers.

“Yes sir! Please let me cum!” You beg, legs beginning to shake. The coil was ready to burst but you wouldn’t dare cum without his permission.

“Cum! Cum for me like the desperate slut you are” He growls as he cock swells. Your vision goes white as the coil snaps, walls clamping down around Dean. Your mouth falls open in a wordless scream as he finishes, the feeling of his spend bursting against your cervix extending your orgasm farther. Your hips buck and shake as he thrusts out both of your highs.

Dean pants as he slowly pulls his softening cock from your leaking hole. He grunts as he watches your mixed juices leak onto the floor, walls still spasming from the earth shattering climax you just experienced. He throws his gun to the side and tenderly unties your hands, bringing them to his mouth to kiss the tender flesh there. He wraps your arms around his neck as he pulls you against him.

“I really don’t know what I would do without you, Y/N. You’re so important to me. Not only me but Sammy.” He leans down and leaves a tender kiss against your lips. You can visibly see the love and adoration in his eyes as he speaks, “I-I love you, Y/N. I’ve known for so long but couldn’t admit it till now. I-just the thought of losing you- I couldn’t bear it. Was I too rough? Did I hurt you?” His eyes full with concern as he start to look over the rest of your body.

“No y-you didnt. That was- that was amazing” You breath, tears welling in your eyes at his admission. “I love you too Dean. I think I have for a while now” You smile and kiss him again.

Dean's eyes suddenly darken again as he take your face in his hands, making sure your looking directly at him. “If you ever disobey me like that again I swear Y/N, you won’t walk for a week. And you won’t go on a hunt for a month”

He growls before crashing his lips to yours in a bruising kiss.

“Yes sir” You gasp out, enjoying the grin that comes to his face.

Tags: @writtingrose

#dean winchester #Dean Winchester one shot #Dean winchester smut #Dean Winchester x reader

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

By Your Doorstep (Part 7)

Summary: The reader spends her first Thanksgiving with Dean and his friends and she and Dean grow closer as a couple. But things change when a knock on the door happens one night...

Pairing: Doctor/Neighbor!Dean x reader

Masterlist

Word Count: 5,600ish

Warnings: language, bad parenting, past child abuse, violence, blackmail

A/N: Parts of this series are told from two different POV’s. Dean’s POV are written from limited third person. Reader’s POV are second person (like a typical reader insert). Enjoy!…

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Reader’s POV

Two Days Later

“We’re here!” called Dean as you followed him inside of his friend’s Donna and Benny’s house. Sam helped Toast navigate the cluster of shoes by the door as Tessa stepped in. 

“About time you Winchesters got here,” said a man poking his head out from down a hall. “Hey, somebody’s looking better.”

“Are you that firefighter?” asked Tessa.

“At your service,” he said as he walked over. “Benjamin Laffetite. My friends call me Benny.”

“Aw, he is like a big teddy bear, Dean,” you said. Benny gave Dean a side eye but smiled. “Nice to meet you in person. We missed you at the last party Dean had.”

“Likewise. Me and the missus were out of town. Come on ladies. Let these two handle the bags,” he said as Toast ran up and sniffed him. “Well aren’t you adorable? What’s your name?”

“Toast. He’s my service dog. Kinda,” said Tessa.

“We’ll save him a slice of turkey,” said Benny as he pet him. “Hey you single kid?”

“Benny,” said Dean with a sigh.

“Jack’s here,” said Benny before he turned the two of you. “He’s our buddy Cas’ little cousin. 18. Freshman at Elmdale. He’s got that whole sweetly naive innocent thing going on for him.”

“Benny!” said a young looking guy in a hoodie standing at the entrance to the kitchen.

“Speak of the devil. Hey, Jackie, come say hi to this chick out of your league. Give you some practice talking to girls,” said Benny with a smirk.

“Hi. He’s an ass,” said Jack before Toast wandered over to him. “This your dog?”

“Yeah,” she said as Toast started to lick him. “He likes you.”

She gave you a look and you waved for her to take off, Benny chuckling to himself.

“Always gotta harass the kids, don’t you, Benny,” said Dean. The boys exchanged quick hugs and Benny let out a big laugh.

“Well since Sammy got big enough to beat me up I had to pick easier targets,” said Benny. He gave you a smile and threw his arm over your shoulders. “I got this one boys.”

“Benny…” said Dean as Benny walked off with you. “Play nice.”

“Don’t I always?” he said. He showed you into a kitchen and stopped next to a blonde working over the stove. “Y/N this is my lovely gal, Donna. Deano set us up a few years back.”

“Oh you’re adorable,” she said, ditching a spoon in a pot before giving you a big hug.

“She’s a hugger,” said Benny as he took over the stove.

“We haven’t seen Dean in months. We were starting to think he fell off the face of the earth,” she said.

“Sorry. We uh, we’ve been busy with a lot lately,” you said, getting an eye roll from her.

“Don’t apologize. He is head over heels for you,” she said. “But I will fuck you up if you hurt him, okay?”

“Permission granted,” you said.

“Donna, she’s almost kicked ass for me before,” said Dean as he and Sam carried in two casserole dishes.

“Then she doesn’t have to worry, does she? So you a beer or wine kinda gal?” she asked.

“She likes bourbon,” said Cas as he walked in with a plate full of bugles held strangely close to his face.

“Why are you so weird buddy?” chuckled Dean, slapping Cas on the back. “Everybody else knows Y/N and Tessa for the most part.”

“I’ll take a beer for now,” you said. You followed Dean into the garage and grabbed a bottle from the cooler, a goofy smile crossing his face. “What?”

“I’m really happy you’re here is all,” he said. You set the beer down on the cooler and wrapped your arms over his shoulders, smiling back at him. 

“I really like when you’re happy.” He blushed a little as your nose grazed his. His eyes kept lock with yours though and you smiled as you saw the creases near them from his own. “I think I might be falling for you or something Winchester.”

“Fancy that. I could say the exact same,” he said. “The deranged woman shouting toast in the neighborhood.”

“The man who fell on his ass on my front porch,” you said. He giggled and you immediately kissed him, Dean pulling you flush against himself. “That just might be the best sound I’ve ever heard in my life.”

He grinned and you both heard the door open, Tessa coming out and digging around in a cooler for a soda. She looked a little tired as you picked up your and Dean’s beers, Dean ruffling her head slightly. She shut her eyes and you both smiled.

“You’re still recovering. Take it easy if you need to,” he said. 

“I know,” she hummed. She straightened up when Jack came out to get a drink, Tessa ducking back inside where it was warmer. 

“Jack,” said Dean with a whistle. “Why don’t you and Tessa go sit down and watch some football? Something easy going.”

“She likes football?” he asked.

“She got sick a few days ago and needs some rest is all,” you said. “But you don’t have to-”

“No that’s totally cool,” he said with a smile. 

“She is out of your league, Jack. Also in highschool,” said Dean. Jack held up his hands and Dean chuckled as he walked out. “Don’t worry about him. He’s the sweetest kid I’ve ever met.”

“Cas always brags about him. I figured he wouldn’t be like, an asshole,” you said. “So he’s like Cas’ nephew, right?”

“Technically, yes. Legally, he’s his kid. Cas’ whole family is full of nutjobs. Jack’s dad isn’t a great guy. Cas took custody of Jack about two years ago.”

“You ever talk to him about...taking charge before you’re ready?”

“Cas was twenty nine with a very good job and house and security and Jack was seventeen. They’re more like brothers I guess. Cas is one of my best friends but he doesn’t...get it. His parents help a lot. I know you know the difference.”

“I do,” you said. You gave him another kiss and slipped back inside with him, a woman you didn’t recognize giving you a smile as she popped into the garage. “You know her?”

“Must be a friend of Donna’s,” he said as he took your hand. “You’re all chilly. Let’s get you warmed up, sweetheart.”

“I’m officially stuffed,” said Dean that night back at home after his fifth slice of pie that day. He was in his onesie and you’d slipped into your gray one, Dean hopping over the back of the couch and pulling you into his side. 

Tessa hummed as she skipped downstairs sporting a pink and white one, Sam sighing loudly as Toast trotted down the steps.

“Sammy, you look cute!” called Tessa. She sounded a little too pleased with herself and Dean gave her a fist bump just as Sam walked around the corner. His was black and he had the hood up, a pout on his face.

“Aw, he’s adorable,” you said.

“I hate you. All of you,” said Sam as he stretched out on the other end of the wrap around.

“Sam, share,” said Tessa. He smirked and flipped her as he pulled her down, Tessa yelping but letting out a few giggles. He sat back and she leaned back against him, leaving enough room for Toast to use his pillow on the floor to hop up onto the end.

“Alright, now that everyone’s settled, let’s watch some football,” said Dean.

About an hour later Tessa was passed out on top of Sam, Sam breathing softly as he slept as well. You looked at Dean to find he was watching them too, a silly look on his face.

“We should do onesies for Christmas Eve too,” you said.

“Definitely. This was the best thanksgiving I think Sammy and me have ever had.”

“Really?”

“I got my girl. I got my little sis and brother. Got my dog. Sammy really liked that Eileen girl he met today. This is definitely up there as one of the best days ever,” he said.

“You know how earlier I said I was falling for you?” you smirked.

“Oh yes. That was a highlight of the day,” he chuckled quietly. 

“Looking over at those two, this is the first time she’s not cried on a holiday in years. She had a really good day and I don’t feel like I’m fucking this up as much as I was anymore and I know it’s because of you.”

“Oh I’m doing this all for entirely selfish reasons,” he said, kissing the tip of your nose. “Very selfish.”

“Oh yeah?” you asked, resting your head on his shoulder with a smile. 

“I’ve only ever let one person in, all that way down to the shit deep down there. I love my friends and I’d do anything for them. I’d give ‘em a kidney if they needed it. But it was only ever Sam my whole life that got all the way in. Lately though, there’s this girl and she’s making me rethink some things and for the first time in my life, I let somebody else in and it feels terrifying but I’m happy in a way I didn’t think I’d have. She’s making me a better person and I feel so good and I am going to keep being incredibly selfish about that.”

He tilted his head down as you leaned up, meeting him for a kiss. It was soft and lingered, Dean cupping your cheek. You moved and he went with it, slow and lazy, laying back and enjoying a playful game. Something swelled up inside of you and burst open, a moment of pause as you took a breath. Tears prickled the corners of your eyes and you tried to look away before Dean saw but he was still holding your face, big green eyes locking onto yours.

“What’s wrong?” he asked quietly, wiping away the sticky droplets.

“Nothing,” you said, shaking your head. “I’m happy. I’m so happy right now I don’t understand.”

“You let me in,” he said gently. “Way down you let me in just now, didn’t you.”

“I don’t understand why I’m crying,” you said.

“Because the last people you let in there, it broke your heart when you lost them,” he said. “Don’t be scared of losing me. I’m not going anywhere.”

You nodded and put your palm against his chest, Dean wiping off your face. His heart thumped along evenly, strong and steady. He nodded and he turned off the TV, carrying you up to bed. He sat you down and lay down beside you, stroking your cheek with his thumb.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Not really,” you said. He propped himself up on his elbow and you rolled over to meet him. 

“Sweetheart you can’t go around living scared of people dying on you. It’s-”

“It’s not that,” you said. “I just...can I ask an unaskable favor?”

“What?”

“If something happened to me, would you help take care of Tessa, until she’s ready to be on her own?” you asked.

“Why do you think something-”

“Dean could you just…” you said before he nodded.

“If anything ever happened, Tessa will always have us,” he said. “I swear.”

“Thank you.”

“Don’t have to thank me for that,” he said. He stroked your cheek again and offered a soft smile. “Is there something you’re not telling me sweetheart?”

“The last boyfriend I had I was twenty three. I’d been with him for three years. I thought he was gonna be the one, you know?” 

“What happened?” he asked quietly, still tracing over your skin.

“He moved away after school for a job. It was working until it wasn’t. It was amicable. I still...never quite got over him I suppose. After the accident, he reached out to make sure I was doing okay. I really wasn’t but he was coming into town to see his parents anyways so he stopped over. I thought he cared, maybe I could let the wall down a little and it’d be okay. But he was so rude to her. She was in a real bad place at first and he just...was a dick and I got over him like that for good. But you, and Sam, I feel like, you’re the kind of the people that...if I dropped dead this second you’d be over her house ten years from now helping her put up a shelf or you’d take her out for drinks or something and the fact that she has people she can depend on and I don’t have to worry about her as much...it just kinda hit me tonight, you know?”

“I do. You have people you can depend on too,” he said. You leaned over and kissed him, Dean sliding his hand to the back of your head. “It gets easier. I promise it does.”

“I know,” you said.

“Let’s have a little quiet day at home tomorrow. Maybe we can put up the tree,” he said. “That sound fun?”

“Sounds perfect Dean.”

Two Weeks Later

“Tessa,” you said as she zipped up her winter jacket in the foyer. 

“Y/N. I’m going over Jack’s to play video games, I swear,” she said. “I’m pretty sure Cas and Kelly will be home anyways.”

“Your shirt’s on backwards, doofus,” teased Dean from the couch. She huffed and took off her jacket, fixing it as Sam jogged down the stairs in a suit.

“Hot date tonight, Sammy?” she teased.

“At least I know how to dress myself,” he shot back. “Ready to go?”

“Mhm,” she said. She put her jacket back on and hooked up Toast’s leash the two of them heading out.

“You think she’s actually going over to play video games or make out with him?” asked Dean.

“Both?” you laughed.

“Not bad plans if I say so myself,” he said, pulling you into his lap. The doorbell rang and he groaned. “Stay put. We have a makeout session to get to.”

He hopped up and went over to the door, immediately shutting it.

“Something wrong?” you asked as he walked back. He shook his head, the doorbell ringing again, you got up and went to the door, hearing Sam talking loudly outside with someone. You peeked the door open and saw a man on the front porch, Sam rolling his eyes and walking away from a woman. He got in the car and drove off with Tessa, the man giving you a look. “Can I help you?”

“We’d like to speak to Dean,” he said.

“Who are you?” you asked.

“His father,” he said, pushing the door open wide. “Who are you?”

“His girlfriend,” you said, stepping in front of him with crossed arms. “I don’t recall inviting you into my home.”

“Leave. Both of you,” said Dean as they both stepped into the foyer. “I said-”

“We want to speak to you. In private,” he said.

“I don’t think-” you got out before he got in your face and glared down at you. You swallowed. He was as big as Dean but there was something off to him.

“Dean. Private,” said his father. 

“Y/N, go upstairs. Please,” said Dean. You sighed but went up, hanging around the balcony to try and overhear them in the family room below. “What the fuck are you two shitheads doing at my house?”

There was a thud and you froze, listening for more.

“You’re a real piece of work, you know that?” said Dean, his voice slightly off.

“You know how this works.”

“Why don’t you get a job lazy ass? Oh wait. You get fired for being drunk at yours?” said Dean. There was another thud and you took out your phone, trying to record whatever was going on. “Oh punching. Very mature of…” said Dean before he gasped and made a whining sound.

“You know how this goes. She calls and you pay. Now pay or we’ll tell Sam the truth.”

“That you’re a sack of shit? He already-” said Dean before he went quiet.

“Have the money tomorrow by noon at the locker or else Sammy’s gonna drop you like the sack of shit you are, Dean. He’s gonna hate you for taking him from us and you know it.”

“I saved his-”

“No, no Dean. You were pathetic and couldn’t stand the thought of being alone so you took Sam. You pay us every few years. That’s the deal for us staying away. If you go back on your word now, we’ll go back on ours.”

“I’m done with you blackmailing me for-” said Dean before there was another thud.

“I’m done with you thinking you’re better than us. You’re nothing, understand boy?” he said. You went over to the hall closet and grabbed a baseball bat, walking downstairs to catch John staring down at the floor, Dean sat back against the wall holding his side.

“Get the fuck out of my house,” you said, gripping the bat tightly.

“Noon, Dean,” he said. He walked out with Mary on his tail. You quickly locked up and rushed over to Dean who had his eyes shut and was sporting a few bruises on his face. 

“Jesus Dean,” you said. You moved his hand and saw a bruise on his ribs, Dean holding up a hand when you tried to move him.

“Give me a second,” he said. You picked up the bat and he caught your wrist, shaking his head. “He doesn’t have any problem hitting a woman, Y/N.”

“I should be calling the cops,” you said.

“Y/N,” he said when you tried to tug away. “Please don’t.”

You put down the bat and he dropped your hand. You cupped his cheeks and he winced.

“I need to take you to the hospital,” you said. He shook his head and you shook it right back. “Dean.”

“Help me over to the counter,” he said. You hooked an arm under his and got him up, walking him over to one of the stools. You sat him down, Dean inhaling sharply. You got out the first aid kit from the cabinet and set it down, taking a kitchen towel and wetting it before you dabbed it against this cheek. It soaked up a little blood and you frowned, Dean looking away.

“Dean I recorded the whole thing on my phone. It’s still going on the stairs. We gotta call-“

“Y/N. Just…don’t.” He started to grab the bag and stand when you scoffed. “I can handle this.”

He got up and started to walk, slowing down after a moment and holding his side again. He stopped by the back of the couch and dropped his head. You sighed and took the bag from him, throwing his arm over your shoulders and walking him upstairs, grabbing your phone along the way. You walked him into the bathroom and he sat up on the counter, leaning back against the wall with a wince.

You helped him out of his shirt and saw the bruise was darkening over his ribs, Dean shutting his eyes.

“Hand me your little mirror,” he said, pointing over to your vanity. You picked it up off the counter, Dean holding it up and looking at his face. “Alright. Can you get me-”

“Stop. I got this.” You used a washcloth and got it wet again, holding it against his cheek and around his eye. He tried looking down but kept moving his head and you settled on putting some more cold water on the towel, pressing it over his skin again. When it seemed like the bleeding had stopped you dug out some medication, dabbing it over the cuts. He was quiet, holding his side while you put a butterfly bandage over his cheek. You peeled his hand away and figured there wasn’t much you could do for his ribs.

You went downstairs and got some painkillers and an ice pack, returning to Dean right where you left him. 

“Here,” you said, dropping the pills in his hand. He took them with a quick gulp of water, hissing as the cold touched his skin but he soon relaxed. You held the pack for him, Dean taking a deep breath. “You okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“Dean. Your dad just-”

“This is not the first time and it probably won’t be the last,” he said. 

“Now I’m definitely calling the cops,” you said. You reached for your phone but he grabbed it first, holding it over his head. “Dean. He hurt you. He can’t just come into our house and do that.”

“What I need you to do is take my debit card, go to the ATM and take out five thousand from my savings and five thousand from checking. Hundreds is fine. Okay?” he said. “The PIN is-”

“I’m not doing anything other than putting you in bed,” you said. He glared and you gave it right back. You grabbed his arm and pushed him into the room and over to the bed, Dean laying back against the headboard reluctantly. “Why on earth do you-”

“It’s how I got Sam,” he said. “Custody of him when I was eighteen. We didn’t go to court. I paid them off. It was five grand at first and it tied them over for a bit but when he turned eighteen, they called and wanted more. Every three years they call. Last time it got bumped up to ten thousand. They called around the time I met you and I didn’t pay this year hence the ass kicking.”

“But why do you still pay them off?” you asked.

“Because Y/N,” he said. You crossed your arms and he slammed his fist against his pillow. “Because Sam was the favorite. He didn’t get the shit kicked…” 

Dean trailed off and shut his mouth, looking away. You sat up next to him, holding his free hand and holding him as best you could.

“I got the worst of it but that’s not to say Sam didn’t get some. I knew, I knew that fucker would hurt him once I was gone and I couldn’t stay so Sam had to come with me. I tried looking up how to get custody and that sort of thing and they found out about it,” said Dean. He laughed and you ran your hand through his hair. “Tonight? That was nothing compared to what happened after they found out. But my drunk of a father, well, he owed money and I had some saved up from working for my Uncle Bobby. So I paid to get Sam the fuck out of there. They claimed it was because they were going to travel and wanted Sam to be able to stay in school and shit. It was all shit. Now...now they tried their best to make him hate me on the way out, make it seem like I was stealing him from them. Plant those little seeds. You can’t kill an idea once it’s in there. So I did what I had to and I keep doing what I have to and they stay away from us. It’s how it goes.”

“Do you...do you pay them not to hurt you?” you asked.

“No.”

“Then what’s it for?”

“He will hate me if he knows the truth.”

“Dean he won’t-”

“Our parents fucked us up. I literally bought custody of my baby brother. How is that not fucked up?”

“It’s a fucked up situation. You though, you are not fucked up,” you said as he rolled his eyes. “I’m serious. Your father is...a monster and I don’t know what the fuck is up with your mom but you are good. Sam is good. You have the biggest fucking heart of anyone I’ve ever known. Sam would never hate you for getting him out of that situation. Never. But I don’t understand why you keep paying them money, Dean.”

“So they don’t tell him the truth.”

“The truth doesn’t sound all that bad though. He-”

“If he finds out I’ve lied to him for half of his life, he will not forgive me for that. We tell each other all our crap because we’re the only ones that can understand what went on in that house and I can’t risk losing him.”

“There’s more to it,” you said. Dean shut his eyes and nodded. “Dean, what is it?”

“I stole money,” he said. “When I was eighteen. We needed food and rich people don’t notice when twenty, fifty bucks goes missing out of a drawer. If you just take a little, they don’t notice. Well, my father found out about it and threatened to have me arrested if we didn’t come to some kind of payment plan. He was proof and I don’t deny I did it. We needed-”

“You stole from my dad,” you said.

“I did. Money out of his desk drawer at work. He caught me red handed and in one second I thought my life and Sam’s lives were over. I just...started crying and he shut the door and he gave me some money and he took the rest of the afternoon off and we got some stuff like clothes and toothpaste and food and he gave me a job as a paralegal intern. I had no fucking idea what I was doing and he helped me get into school and I worked there and made way more than I did in the mailroom and he’d have dinner with Sammy and me at our place once a month. You have no idea how badly I wanted him to my dad. But we knew he had a real family so we tried not to bother him. By the time I got into med school, Sam was going into his first year and we were on our feet. I’d gotten a good job at a medical place but he checked in every once in a while. I didn’t know he’d died until I met you. I always thought we’d take him out and repay him someday. If he wasn’t kind that day...I’d have nothing.”

“I’ll share my father with you and Sam any day.” He smiled and you kissed him, Dean starting to relax. “So your dad has proof of you stealing money? How much?”

“I wasn’t particularly great at it. Sam and I both had jobs. It was probably a hundred bucks,” he said.

“How’d he get proof?” you asked.

“What do you mean?”

“How would he have proof of you stealing from some random person?” you asked.

“He has photos,” he said. “He showed me.”

“Photos of…”

“Me with the money.”

“Outside of someone’s house?” you asked.

“I was in my car,” he said. 

“Dean. Where was the car?”

“Outside...work,” he said, thinking to himself. “Your dad...he gave me money that day. There was never any proof. I just let him manipulate me again into doing what he wanted.”

“How much did you steal Dean. Altogether?”

“A few hundred bucks?”

“You donate some money to charity?” you asked as he nodded. “Your debt to society has been repaid, trust me. No more feeling guilty. Plus when my dad the lawyer lets you off the hook, it’s fine.”

“Sam still can’t know.”

“Sam’s been outside the door for most of this conversation,” he said. He turned around the corner, Tessa there with him. “Fuck, Dean. What happened to your face?”

“Are you okay?” Tessa asked, climbing up on the bed.

“I thought you had a hot date,” he said. “The both of you.”

“Jack’s just a friend,” she said.

“Eileen understands,” said Sam. “Besides, we both got a bad feeling after mom and dad showed up like that.”

“You really thought it was appropriate for an 18 year old to hear all that?” asked Dean.

“Considering all the shit I just learned about you at 18, I’d say I’m good,” said Tessa. She fidgeted a little and Dean sat up more.

“You can hug him. Carefully,” you said. She moved up to his other side and gave him a gentle one, Dean chuckling.

“I love you too, dork,” he said. He watched with a swallow as Sam stepped inside and moved the icepack from Dean’s body. Dean stared up and Sam sat on the edge of the bed, placing the pack back. “I’m-”

“You have nothing to apologize for. Nothing,” said Sam. “You protected me and that’s all there was to it. Everytime she calls, talking to her tonight, I still get manipulated too. I don’t know why they hate us so much and it’s wrong but you aren’t. Not you.”

“Y/N’s offered up their parents if we’d like to take ‘em,” said Dean.

“Mr. Y/L/N was your guys dad?” said Sam as you and Tessa nodded. “You know I met you once Tessa. You must have been five. You were bragging about something to do with kindergarten.”

“How’d you remember that?” she asked.

“Cause I was so fucking jealous of you. You were so happy,” he said. She looked down but Sam laughed. “It worked out how it was supposed to.”

“You’re a lawyer, can’t you like, do something?” she said, glancing at Dean. 

“Tessa, this isn’t that simple,” said Dean.

“Yeah, it is,” she said. He nodded and she relaxed some. “I don’t think you should pay anything. He should pay you while he’s at it.”

“Yeah,” he said, ruffling her head and wrapping his arm around her. He looked at Sam and then you before you nodded. He wouldn’t say anything about his father. Sam was grown and bigger than himself yet Dean still kept paying. With you and Tessa around, there was no way he was risking a thing.

“Sam,” you said. You both got up, Dean pouting when he realized he wasn’t getting up without some help. You walked down to Sam’s room and he shut the door, crossing his arms. “We can’t let him keep paying off your father. Tessa has a point. You’re a lawyer. What are our options?”

“There’s not blackmail evidence and our parents would claim it was a gift. The only things I can think of that we’d have a shot would be the incident tonight which he’d be out on bail like that anyways and...stuff that happened when we were kids.”

“Sam he came to our house.”

“I know,” he said, rubbing your arms. “Dean always gets quiet for a few days after something like this happens. Nobody is paying anything. I’ll make sure Dean doesn’t leave the house tomorrow morning.”

“What do you think John would do? Will do?”

“I don’t know. He’s an abusive dick, not a psychopath.”

“Did you ever tell my dad about this stuff?” 

“Dean did a bit I think.”

“Good,” you said as you left the room.

“Why good?”

“Because if I know my dad, he made a note of it and put it on record with a judge,” you said as you headed downstairs.

“Y/N,” said Dean from the end of the hall, leaning on Tessa. “Where are you going?”

“To see if dad ever reported John. Or at least kept a file on him. We still know the partners at his old firm. I’ll be back in an hour,” you said. “Two tops.”

“Sam go with her,” said Dean. “Please.”

“Tessa, put him back in bed and get him a fresh icepack in fifteen minutes. Get some food too, okay?” you said, tugging on your winter coat. “Oh and take Toast-”

“I got it,” she said.

“We’ll be back soon,” said Sam. “Hopefully with some good news.”

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A/N: Read Part 8 here!

#supernatural #spn #dean x reader #doctor!dean #au!dean x reader #dean winchester #supernatural fanfiction #dean winchester x reader #spn reader insert #supernatural reader insert #dean #winchester #dean spn #doctor!dean x reader

[angelkurenai]

Break those rules - Dean Winchester x Reader

Title: Break those rules

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: None

Prompt: Hey! So this is my attempt at making a request: DeanxReader where feelings have not been expressed yet. They're just researching some stuff together. The reader absent mindedly smiles when they're reading something. Deano notices. Then he just kind of jabbers about how adorable the reader's smile is. End with a kiss and finally expressed feelings maybe? I wrote a short little writing prompt kind of like this on my blog. (It's near the bottom if you want a better idea for the request) Thanks! xxx

“I don't get why Sam has to get away with only three hours of research and I am stuck here for the fifth hour. In a row.” Dean said with a rather heavy, and even more dramatic, sigh as he flipped open another book and rested his chin on his palm.

“Stuck here huh? Wow, way to make me, and the company I offer you, feel so flattered, Winchester.” you said as you looked up at him through your lashes. He couldn't see much of your face as you kept focus on the book before you but that didn't mean he couldn't hear the obvious playfulness that laced your voice or nearly feel, let alone imagine, the small smirk that tucked at the corner of your lips.

“You know what I mean.” and still, despite your easiness, he couldn't help but feel a pang in his chest if only for the pout you gave him – playful or not – and he rushed to speak again “To tell you the truth, being in your company does make it ten times better and always worth it, but-” he raised a finger “That's still not enough to make up for...” he looked down at the books, his face a mix between horror, disgust and exhaustion as he said “This. And besides, we're not even making progress as it is. Field work could do much more or say if it was more than just the two of us here, there could be en end to... this.”

“This-” you tried to mimic his tone “Is what we can only do now, I am afraid, no field work left. And to answer your previous question: Sam gets away with three hours because he's already read through his part of books. Meanwhile you are stuck over that book for the past hour. And you're not going anywhere before you read the rest either. Stop stalling.”

“Then stop being so distracting, for a change yeah?” he couldn't help but mumble as he rested his chin on his palm and slid a little bit down his seat.

“How? I didn't even start this in the first place!” you protested, eyes wide.

But certainly not as wide as his when he realized the words had really slipped past his lips “What- n-no, I- I didn't-” he started but actually stopped himself “Well, actually-” he felt bold, maybe even looked like it and hopefully - he prayed to any deity that didn't hold a grudge on him and that was listening - that he looked confident as he imagined in his head; or at least the part of his head where he wasn't freaking out “You heard me. It would be much easier to focus if you weren't so distracting.”

“Do tell? And what is so distracting about what I said? Seeing as you were the one to start this conversation.” you asked with a small smirk, ready to sass him out of anything that he could come up with, just like you'd done so many times before. Or so you expected.

“Nothing.” he shrugged, face mostly neutral save for the casual half smile “It's not what you said. It's not anything you did either. It's just you being you. You're distracting. I just look at you and get carried away in an instant. Sometimes you're so distracting I can't even get my thoughts in an order, let alone focus on research. So, no, really you are the only one to blame here. But ain't that in the best way possible, huh sweetheart?” he asked with his smile turning into a grin.

He was proud at himself for getting it all out without a single stutter and even more praising himself deep down for not showing any of the panic he was feeling, slip through. Because oh there were all kinds of red lights and sirens going off in his head at the moment; he was freaking out not only at this newfound surge of bravery but also at the words that were really coming out of his lips in this very moment. Why now, when after all this time he had held them back along with his infatuation- schoolgirl crush, Sam would say and he would be 100% right about it even if Dean never admitted it out loud. And even more he was proud with himself for - by whatever miracle - how it did sound like he was flirting and not struggling to be a human. So much so that he huffed his chest out a bit, thinking that if today was the day - and it seemed so because of how he really was on a roll - then so be it. He had not had any previous signs to you being interested in him as he was in you, sure, and for that he feared he probably was simply stupid and not brave but there was really no taking it back now and for the first time he didn't feel like it.

“I-” you started, blinking several times as you looked at him carefully an for a couple dreadful moments of silence when he nearly felt like caving in because of his panic, Dean held his breath, and listened as you spoke up again “Are you for real? I- I mean are you- Dean-” you huffed, your eyebrows pulling into a frown and your lips almost forming a pout that was the exact definition of distracting he was referring to “Seriously, this is not funny at all. If you wanna joke around here then-”

“Joke?” he breathed out before you could get to continue with your words, let alone thoughts “Why would I? No, no. I'm being absolutely honest here.” he shrugged so casually he might have patted himself on the shoulder for the achievement if you weren't there, and if he wasn't so distracted once more by seeing the way your eyes widened and you then blinked before looking down shyly.

And he continued “Sweetheart, I don't get to tell you often and shame on me for that but with Sammy all the time in the way I can't express myself so I'm just gonna go ahead and say it: You're so beautiful that everything you do is distracting to me, even just being in my presence. Sometimes you struggle with that, I get it, given the job we do. But don't let anyone tell you different, because all of it only makes you even more special. Thought-” he shrugged with an easy smile, looking back at his book as if it was nothing, as if he wasn't in a struggle with his very own self to just look at you at all time just to not miss a single reaction “You should probably know that. Not that you're not already aware but I suppose... since we're making small talk. And just so that I let you know, that there is nobody else I'd rather be stuck doing research with.”

Your lips fell apart and the soft sound of “Oh. Oh I- oh.” escaped past them before silence set in the room, one that he enjoyed a little too much as he looked up at you through his lashes only to see you shift and play nervously with your clothes or the pages of your book. You kept opening and closing your mouth before you ended up clearing your throat and straightened your back to look straight at him.

He did the same, meeting your eyes with the most straight face he could master “Yes? Something the matter?”

“No, I- I just- Well-” you cleared your throat again, shifting in your seat “Thank you for- for...”

“For?” he inquired and you shot him a half-hearted glare that melted so soon into the sweetest look he ad ever seen on your face.

“That. What you said. You know what you just said. I don't have to repeat it.” you said so fast, a small huff leaving your lips “A-and I appreciate it. So thank you for it.” your eyes fluttered down to your hands before you shifted in your place “But still-” you gave him a stern look as if to brush the whole topic off; it was the easiest thing when you didn't know how to respond and your whole face felt as if it was on fire “That ain't gonna cut down any research for you. You've gotta get through those books and you won't leave this place until you're done.”

“I wasn't looking for any special treatment.” he shrugged all innocent.

“Good.” you said stubbornly “Bause you ain't getting it. So quit the sweet-talking me and get back to work.”

“Fine, fine!” he raised his arms in surrender, looking down at the book but not stopping the mumbling, loud enough for you to hear “Since when did speaking the truth turn into sweet-talking, I had no idea.”

“Quit it, Winchester. Or else I'll throw this book at you and it will definitely not be a happy ending for you.” you tried to say seriously, putting on a stern face but only for the sake of seeming determined and unaffected; despite what your eyes told him at that moment.

“Fine, fine.” he sighed dramatically “Not that I'm stalling but you just should wear those jeans more oft-” he paused when you narrowed your eyes at him and he rolled his “Alright. They look great on you but I get it. No telling the truth today. Back to work.”

“You're unbelievable sometimes.” this time you scoffed a laugh, shaking your head and he didn't fight his own grin especially as you muttered “Idiot.” at him.

He hummed, this time not looking up at you as he whispered “I am.” and let the comfortable silence fill the room, calming the both of you as you went back to work. Dean even more so than you because - as far as he was concerned - he needed it more than anything.

Surprised and proud as he was at himself for getting all of that out, he still was a mess of emotions all of which refused to die down, and could feel his heart hammering in his chest, his pulse so intense that he felt it to the end of his very own fingertips. And better not get started with the way he could feel a familiar heat spread all the way up his neck, to the tips of his ears and dangerously close to the rest of his face, making him wish that it was at least not obvious to anyone that would look, which really only meant you.

With his head still very much in the clouds, feeling high and dizzy on emotions if not somewhat filled with the aftermath of adrenaline from what could only be an almost-confession, he found himself only skipping through the words, barely paying any attention to them. His fingers played with the pages as he basked in the warmth and comfortable feeling of this newfound silence. It was like coming home after a long time and soaking in the comfortable and familiar warmth of one's bed.

As the words before his eyes blurred for what seemed like, at least, the tenth time in only a couple minutes, he decided that that was it. His mind was running with so many thoughts that he couldn't help it; he wanted to steal another look at you after this endless and at the same time too short silence. Chewing on his lower lip he slowly tore his eyes away from the text and took a good look at you, shameless about it as he should be, as he had every right to be and he wouldn't let anybody tell him otherwise. He was in love, goodness how crazy it was to even think about it, and by the looks of it – by some crazy chance even better – it seemed like there was hope for him that you might feel something for him too.

So why even try to hold back from taking it all in?

The grin on his face only got wider, much as he tried to hold it back, when he saw you pause. Your eyes clearly moved away from the page, deep in thought and with your chin resting on top of your palm. You could very easily hide it if you wanted to, but that didn't seem the case and so Dean could see fully the beautiful smile that graced your lips. Whether it was at something you had just read or because of something he'd previously said he didn't know and frankly it didn't matter. Because the moment he saw that smile his entire mind went blank, there was nothing that it could come up with... unlike his mouth, that is, which had plenty to say apparently.

Gosh how can that smile not turn even the worst tortures to the sweetest thing in the world? It's just so damn beautiful, that I know there's not a single thing I wouldn't do for it. Hell, the moment I saw it for the first time I knew I was a gonner, fell stupidly head over heels for you as anybody else would and the more I got to know you, the more I got to see that smile the more clear it was to me that those feelings were there to stay. And so they have. I knew I would do anything in my power to see it again but to go to such extents? “Hell, sweetheart, I'd climb over freakin' mountains just for that smile and I ain't just getting poetic, you know I never could. There are always different kinds to it that I don't know how you do it but this- this right here is my favorite. It's so free and so true and so damn adorable and you almost try to hide it sometimes and shit that makes me angry at who could have ever made you believe it is not gorgeous enough to show but also so damn stubborn too, to take it upon myself to make you smile like that every freakin' day of your life. I won't get shit done, I know, because it's just so distracting but heavens-” he breathed out, not clear where the air even came from after all the rambling “That smile is worth all of the stars, sweetheart.”

A heavy albeit not uncomfortable, by any means, silence hangs in the room once more after Dean's done with his rambling. He didn't even realize it as the word poured out of his lips, heavens out of his very own heart and soul is better, right there for you to hear, just as he didn't realize the second you stopped looking at the book. Your eyes were currently on him, wide and beautiful as always, blinking in surprise even after you thought that there was nothing that Dean could do that could surprise you more today.

But as the realization downed on Dean, it didn't leave a pleasant shock but rather a chilling one; the same one would get after an ice bucket being dumped on them. Not that he was willing to let you know that, so instead he gave you an awkward smile and asked “...Did I just say that out loud?”

He did, after all, hope that by some high power you hadn't heard a thing and that it was all still words in his head and not a confession – although very much needed – probably poorly-timed.

“I-” your lips parted as you blinked several times in disbelief “Y-yes-” your voice cracked a little “Yes you actually did.”

“O-oh o-ok c-cool.” but not as much as his did, before he cleared his throat “Cool. That's uh terrific... Embarrass myself more than I have in my entire life in the span of half an hour. Way to go Dean.” he mumbled the last part to himself as he looked away from you and down at his book with wide eyes.

“I mean I-” you chewed on your lower lip before you straightened your back a bit more and look at him with a bit more confidence “I would have interrupted you but for one I wanted to hear all of it, seeing how adorable you were being it was a sight for sore eyes, and for another there is a date rule I must keep up with so-” you shrugged but it was anything but innocent with the smile you were sporting.

Not that any of it mattered, because one thing registered above all “Dating? What dating? And what kind of rules?”

“Sadly we don't have a dictionary here but I'm sure you can guess, pretty boy. And as for rules well it goes like: kiss on the first date, everything else after the third date.” you rested your chin on your palm again and looked him in the eyes “Wouldn't wanna break that one, no matter how tempted I was to shut you up with a kiss, you bloody idiot.”

“...You're kidding me right now, right?” his eyes were wide and he only managed to get the words out after a good few seconds of silence. Minutes probably.

“Alright, yes, maybe we do need that dictionary. Listen, I'm gonna put it as simple as possible and pray that that wonderfully smart yet so very stupid brain of yours gets it: You take me out on a date and you can get to be as distracted as you wanted by my smile. Stare at it, kiss it away only to kiss it back up on my lips. Anything you want. Because I've been waiting for too freaking long for you to say these things and I'm done beating around the bush. I am coming clean. I have feelings for you too, Dean.”

Again silence before “...As in for real?”

“Couldn't get any more real. Always had them.” you smiled, this time actually shyly at him.

Pause, a long pause actually, and he blinked rapidly before asking “This is really not you trying to, I don't know, let me down easily or something?”

“Absolutely not, why would I? I meant everything I say.”

“So that means-” he actually held his breath, feeling his head beat so hard it would almost break out of his chest “Are we... you know?”

Your smile turned into a more teasing one, almost a smirk as you shrugged “Only after the first date.”

“So if I did happen to ask you out now, you would...?” he had to be sure this wasn't some kind of dream.

“Say it would be my pleasure.” you nodded your head.

“And- one more question, just-” he raised a finger, taking a calming breath in even if it was a bit shaky “...So long as there's say beer and maybe burgers that's...?”

“The perfect kind of date for me, you know i-”

“Awesome!” his eyes widened and he jumped up from his seat with a grin on his face.

“But not while doing research!” you said fast enough before he could get much further away “No beer and burgers while researching is not a date.”

“Not even a little?” he asked and you shook your head “...Then can research itself maybe be?”

“Absolutely not.” you said despite the pout he was giving you. It did make things harder.

“...But what if I maybe, really wanna get a kiss right now? What do I have to do to get that kiss?”

“Guess what?” you grinned and you could see the hope in his eyes before you made it vanish into thin air “Research!”

“More books, yay!” he said with a huff, his arms falling by his side as he made his way back to his seat “Of course it's books.” he groaned and you couldn't help your grin “But really... nothing else? I know your smile makes it all worth it but honey... this is the worst kind of torture!”

“Alright you big child come here. Can't believe you're making me break my rules.” you sighed with a shake of your head “Just one, for getting this far with research, as a reward.”

“Oh you know I love rewards.” he grinned “How about one about every book I read? And if it ends up otherwise, oh well, Sammy can handle the case alone right?”

“Don't push your luck, Winchester.”

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[deanxthomas]

Dean Thomas Introduction:   “there is so much more to me......”  

 cis male , he/him , 22 , alfred enoch } during the trial of voldemort’s last major conspirators, dean thomas was spotted. they work as therapist for st. mungos. rumor has it they are dedicated + spontanious, but i’ve heard they're faithless + mechanical. during the battle of hogwarts, they fought for the order. when i think of them, i’m reminded of woolly west ham utd scarves + warm breath of first winter frost + broomstick polish + colombian coffee + a loss not quite explainable.

NAME: Dean Anthony Thomas NICKNAMES: D, Deano AGE:   21. CURRENT LOCATION:   Stratford, East London. OCCUPATION:   Therapist. EDUCATION:   Stratford Comp, Hogwarts School of WC&W, Cambridge University NATIONALITY:   British. ETHNICITY:   British / Brazilian GENDER:   Male. PRONOUNS:   He/Him. SEXUALITY:   Demisexual. (Seamus!Sexual) HAIR:   black + natural. EYES:   dark brown. HEIGHT:   6ft 4. WEIGHT:   81kg / 12st 7. BODY TYPE:   Toned/Athletic/Muscular. FASHION:   Prep, Classy, Scholarly. SCARS:   Left eyebrow. Mudblood etched into thigh, abrasions and scars across back and stomach and arms from torture and curses.  TATTOOS:   Snitch and football over his heart. PIERCINGS:   N/A. OTHER FEATURES:  dimples. FACE CLAIM:   Alfred Enoch.

POSITIVE TRAITS - dedicated, spontaenous, empathetic NEUTRAL TRAITS - complex, surprising, soft NEGATIVE TRAITS - faithless, mechanical, oppressed

HISTORY: Dean Thomas was born to Jasmine Thomas nee Harrow and Anthony Zabini. Although Dean grew up not knowing who his true birth father was. Anthony was killed by deatheaters just before the 1st wizarding war, for refusing to join the death eaters and for also marrying and procreating with a muggle. Antony died when Dean was just a couple months old and to Jasmine’s knowledge, Anthony had simply ran away from the pressure of being a father, unaware of his untimely death. She ended up remarrying Jack Thomas, a muggleborn who adopted Dean as one of his own. Through his mother’s second marriage, he also inherited two older sisters, then eventually four younger ones and Dean loved his siblings with all his heart. Being the only boy, he was very protective of the girls and made it his mission to ensure he was the best, supportive brother around. 

There was no denying though that Dean was different from an early age, his mother had her suspicions that there was more to Anthony than met the eye- he after all had never disclosed his magical status nor just where his family came from. And when the letter for Hogwart’s arrived, it gave them more questions than answers. With Jasmine unable to admit Jack as Dean’s adopted father, Dean went under the assumption of muggleborn and kept to the story his entire time at school. Dean was an average student at Hogwarts but was very involved in Quidditch and other clubs. His insane muggleborn pride was always apparent and he spent most of his formative school years dragging his housemates into numerous discussions on football, rugby, music and politics. Dean was known to mess around at times and admired the Weasley twins and Lee Jordan for their escapades and it was no secret he and Seamus also got up to hijinks themselves. 

Overall, Dean loved his time there, that was until his fifth year when things started taking a darker turn. First Umbridge, then Dumbledore, then being on the run his 7th year and the kidnapping and torture- it’s safe to say, the fun loving, harmless, buoyant Dean people came to know had gone. Instead, after quietly getting his NEWT’s in the make up year, he left and burrowed himself away at Cambridge University. He had a lot of trauma to work through, most of which he hadn’t expressed and Dean never spoke about what had happened at the Malfoy manor. 

No one would understand the insanity that went on, the torture, the pain and the blood, cradling his body at night. Bellatrix, throwing down curse after curse after curse- slicing his skin simply to heal it over and do it again. Mudblood carved into his thigh. 

Instead, he bottled it, hid it behind a ghost of a smile and knuckled down in gaining his qualifications in Psychology. When he was offered a position at St. Mungo’s as a therapist, he jumped at the chance to study whilst he worked. Now in his final year, he plans to undergo his Masters next year but he’s currently on track to graduate with the highest of honors with his bachelor’s degree. 

Like most living with PTSD, Dean has been known to haunt local taverns and pubs, doing anything to stave off being home and alone when the nightmares were worse and the darkness unforgiving. Dean wants to help people and maybe in return, help himself. But he’s dug in deep 

and it will take a lot to get him back into the light. Maybe the trials will offer some comfort?  

CONNECTIONS:

angelina johnson - sister in law / besties / fellow sports freak seamus finnigan - best friend / lohl  ginny weasley - ex / close friend

parvati patil - friend padma patil - friend

theo nott - flirtationship / client  aisha thomas - oldest sister (half) married to noah johnson beatrice thomas - older sister (half) jocasta thomas - younger sister (half) freya thomas  - younger sister (half) thea thomas  - younger sister (half) honor thhomas  - younger sister (half)

▶ - TOP 5 PLAYLIST

 .PILLOWTALK. ZAYN .SAME MISTAKE. JAMES BLUNT .COURAGE TO CHANGE. SIA .QUIET DAY. FORT LEAN .HABITS (STAY HIGH) TOVE LO

#protegointro #tw: death #tw: ptsd #tw: torture #tw: blood

[sampussy]

Dean has a kink for Sam's hair that is all goodbye

honestly............. anon ur onto something

the reason he teases sam about it all the time? he doesnt really understand what he’s feeling, uncomfortable with the ‘i shouldn’t think my brother is hot’ so he pulls a classic deano and deflects with humor. and i KNOW im basically saying ‘a boy pulls a girl’s hair when he likes her’ but come on. this man is SO emotionally constipated that playground logic can absolutely apply. teasing sam is comfortable for him, it’s familiar, it’s what he knows.

but as their relationship develops in the later seasons and as he works through some of his feelings i think he figures it out for the most part.

instead of pulling sam’s hair or teasing him (too much) about it, he’ll give him little pets and head scritchies, maybe even braid it for him if the inspiration strikes. when theyre driving he keeps his left hand on the wheel and rests his right arm on the back of the seat, occasionally running his fingers through sam’s hair. he likes waking up with sam’s head nestled right under his chin so he barely has to lean up to get a whiff of whatever special fancy shampoo sam uses. 

and when they fuck? he loves the feeling of being able to pull sam by the hair and put him wherever he wants. there’s something just so natural, so right to him about sam following his lead, obedient without argument. sam’s embarrassed, looking away? dean can just grab his hair and force him to make eye contact. he wants sam to arch just a little bit more? dean can wrap his whole fist in sam’s hair, pulling him up and manipulating his body so he can hit the right spot. afterwards dean likes to be the big spoon so he can just bury himself in sam’s hair and inhale the safe familiar scent he knows he can’t live without

#anon youve inspired me #im............ gonna make a post about dean + trans girl sam's hair #Anonymous #i have things to answer