#SPNDeanBingo Round 2

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My Rapunzel

Description: Dean tells Y/N something he quickly regrets, sending her away. The break-up has him searching high and low for her. Will he finally be able to make things right when he finds her?

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Square Filled: Break-up/Make-up

Word Count: 4887

Warnings: Angst, Smut, Fluff, a bit of crack, Language, Violence.

Beta: @wonder-cole​

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics​

A/N: Written for @spndeanbingo​. Also got another BINGO! This was also requested by Amanda back in February. Sorry for the long wait hun.

“No way, Y/N.” Sam said as he looked at her, “there is no way this thing is a witch. Dean and I looked everywhere for hex bags or coins,” he let out a sigh.

“Not all witches use hex bags or coins, Sam,” Y/N argued. “There is a lot of lore that points to a powerful group of witches that go beyond using hex bags and coins.” 

“Y/N, I'm telling you this is not the case,” Sam countered. “all the signs point to a wolf.” 

“A wolf?” Y/N scoffed. “You can’t be serious. How long have you been a hunter, Sam? Did you not see the markings on the chest where the heart was carved out? Carved, not ripped.” 

"So this one has more control. It's probably an older wolf," Sam retorted.

"Okay, so let's just call Rowena and find out, hmm?" Y/N sassed.

"Yeah, I’m not bringing in a witch to prove myself right. Besides, I don’t want us owing her another favor. Not to mention Dean and I’ve been hunting longer than you, okay?"

"What the fuck are you talking about, Sam? You're not right!" Y/N yelled. “Besides, I may not have been hunting since I was in diapers, but I fucking pay attention to the details of a case.” 

"Alright, enough of the yelling. Y/N, Sam is right. The signs all point to a wolf," Dean interrupted, tired of the yelling.

"Are you kidding me?” Y/N looked to her boyfriend, “You're blindly standing up for what your brother is saying, but you're not going to bother listening to me?” She placed her hands on her hips, shaking her head at what she heard. “ Who has more knowledge about witches? Forget the fact that we're together; you know I'm right here. You just don't want baby brother to be mad at you."

“No, Y/N, you’re not,” Dean argued. “You are not right because we’ve seen everything and anything, and there is no way this isn’t a wolf. Besides, I’ve known Sam longer. He’s family.” 

He regretted it the minute the words left his mouth, but it was too late. The slap stung and echoed in the room. 

“Fuck you,” she growled. “We’re done. You can solve the fucking case yourselves.” 

“Y/N,” Dean began. 

“Stay the fuck away from me,” Y/N spat. “When I say we’re done, I mean it. Find a girl that will let you treat her like trash. Unfortunately, I’m not one of them.” 

That was the last thing she said before packing her things and leaving the motel. She ignored the calls from both brothers, her anger taking over. How could Dean say that to her? After everything, they’ve gone through? She was there when he was torn apart by hell hounds. Tolerated his life with Lisa while she fended for herself. When Dean finally dared to admit he liked her, it was only after her drunken stupor after another round of celebratory drinks. 

Only this time, she couldn’t hold in the jealousy she felt when he flirted with everyone else but her.  

God, did she hate him... Well, she hated herself more than she hated him. But, nevertheless, she allowed herself to fall in love with the infamous Dean Winchester. She knew he was a playboy and a heartbreaker, but she figured he would take more care with her heart. Especially after everything that they had been through. 

She was dead wrong. 

She was just a mattress to him once she opened that door. She should have known. Well, he could find someone else to warm his bed, she would hunt on her own, and everything would be just fine. It would be even better if she never saw him again. 

As the weeks passed, her phone continued to be lit up with messages from the brothers, which she happily ignored. She didn’t need them, and they didn’t need her. 

It was better this way. 

She had come off a ghoul hunt, the shower inviting and soothing. But, she also needed a drink. Lots and lots of booze just to quiet her brain from thinking of Dean.

Getting dressed, she made sure she had everything, her keys, bag, and phone. 

Her phone. 

Glancing down, she could see missed messages from Sam and Dean. She didn’t even bother reading or hearing the messages. Calling Dean’s number, she huffed in anger when he picked up. 

“Y/N?” Dean’s voice sounded worried, “where are you?” 

“Like I’m gonna tell you, asshole,” she growled. “You are not my family, remember. So you and Sam can stop blowing up my phone like you give a fuck and leave me alone. We are done. Get that through your thick, self-absorbed skull. You guys wanted me out of there. I left. So much for being the love of your life, you dick. Only took you years to realize I was always there for you. But no, you had Cassie, and Jo, then Lisa. I was never enough for you.” 

“Y/N, listen,” Dean interrupted, “Baby, please.” 

“Fuck. You,” she growled before hanging up the phone and tossing it on the bed. 

The anger poured out of her in waves as she made her way to the local watering hole. Booze always helped calm her down. And maybe, tonight, she would find a palate cleanser. Someone that could help her forget Dean Winchester. Someone to help her forget the touches and kisses. 

The bar would help her forget. 

Dean’s lips on her as they fell to the bed. The scruff on his beard scratching her in a way that had her aroused beyond any means. His tongue lapping at her folds, fingers caressing the inside of her cunt, making her squeal in ecstasy. 

“Dean, yes,” she moaned, fingers running through his hair as her thighs quaked. 

“You ain’t seen nothing yet,” he said. 

Y/N had frowned at that. Dean didn’t talk like that. When she went to say something, her complaint was cut off by his cock filling her. It felt different, but she felt full all the same. 

Teeth nipping at the meat of her shoulder, fingers gripping tightly on her hip, and hips thrusting into her echoing around the room. She was in a state of bliss, and Dean was taking her to that height. 

The sun shone through the ugly motel curtains, making Y/N hiss as it hit her eyes. The headache she acquired from drinking the night before was making itself known. Sitting up, she felt a mass of body next to her and closed her eyes in regret. 

She couldn’t have gotten dressed fast enough. Leaving a quick thank you note, Y/N grabbed her bags and packed her car, peeling out of the parking lot before he could catch up. 

“What the fuck did I do?” she grumbled to herself. Then, with her sunglasses on to shield the sun, she darted down the road and far enough away before landing at a small off-the-beaten-path diner. 

Sitting in a secluded booth, Y/N's instincts were sharp. The minute Y/N sat down, though, she felt an eerie sense of calm wash over her. There was something in the air, and Y/N was sure she was going to be in trouble. 

“What can I get you?” the waitress asked. 

“I was hoping to order a short stack, with scrambled eggs, hashbrowns, and a side of bacon,” she ordered.  

Her food came out quickly, and by the end of her meal, Y/N felt herself get groggy.

“I have waited a very long time for someone like you,” the waitress said, sliding across the table from Y/N. “A person with your lineage is hard to come by. Especially one who had her heart broken by her true love. Tragic, but perfect for the potion I need to give you.” 

“What did you--” Y/N began but slumped over onto the table. 

“You are going to be my new Rapunzel,” she giggled, watching as Y/N’s hair began to grow and glow. 

Seven months, seven months, and Dean still couldn’t find any trace of Y/N since Sam tracked her phone to the motel she was in. The man in her bed had Dean seeing red. But could he really blame her for wanting to move on after what he said to her? 

“Dean?” Sam called to his brother. 

Dean continued to stare off into the empty space before him. All he could do was drink and fill himself with regret. For all he knew, Y/N was dead, and it was all his fault. 

“Dean!” Sam shouted, making his brother snap out of his trance. 

Dean ran a hand across his face, “what, Sam?” 

“Found us a case,” Sam said, clearing his throat and handing Dean his tablet. 

“What am I looking at?” Dean asked, disinterested in the article. “Just get to the point, Sammy. I want to head to bed.” 

“Dean, all you do is drink,” Sam scoffed. “I mean, I know it’s what you always do, but you-- can’t you just forget her? She left, Dean. She didn’t even give us--” 

“Don’t,” Dean growled. “You’re the one who said she was wrong when she was right. You’re the one I trusted to get this hunt right, and I should have trusted her instincts.” 

 “Why didn’t you?” Sam countered. 

“I don’t know,” Dean admitted. “I just--” he ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. “I hate that you two are always constantly fighting, and I just wanted it to stop. Why can’t you trust her, Sam? She’s been with us through everything, so why couldn’t you trust her?” 

“Because of that Wolf hunt back in 99’,” Sam huffed. “She got cocky because she had said her dad had taken her on a ton of wolf hunts, and she could handle it.” 

“I remember that,” Dean nodded, “She wasn’t the only one who was cocky. I remember bragging about the wolf hunt we did, Summer of 96’.” 

“She fucking almost got you killed, Dean!” Sam exploded. “I couldn’t trust her after that.” 

Dean grabbed Sam by his shirt and pushed him up against one of the bunker’s walls, “she pushed herself to research more and train harder after that. We were fucking kids, man. You were thinking about leaving.” 

Sam looked into Dean’s eyes and sighed, “I’m sorry, okay. I just--” he licked his lips, “I almost lost you, and I couldn't see that. It was that hunt that gave me the final push to try and go to college, get out of hunting.” 

“Yeah, and now she’s probably dead,” Dean pushed away from Sam. “Worst of all, I sided with you because you’re my brother. I always trust your judgment, but when It comes to Y/N, I also wanted to just keep her safe. I was an idiot.” 

“Well,” a voice called from the top of the stairs, “Is there trouble in paradise, boys.” 

“Rowena, what are you doing here?” Dean growled, glaring at Sam. 

“I called her,” Sam sighed. 

“After the shit, you gave Y/N about calling her, you called this Witch Bitch here?” 

“I beg your pardon,” Rowena called, “but who else is going to help you against Mother Gothel?” 

“Who? What is she talking about, Sam?” Dean grumbled, making his way to the drink cart and pouring himself a glass of whiskey. 

“Mother Gothel has been healing witches and working for the grand coven, boy-o,” Rowena sassed, making her way down the stairs and towards Dean, where she stole his glass of whiskey and drank it. “Slainte.” 

“Gazuntite,” Dean said, glaring at her. “Why should we care about this, Mother Gothel?” 

“Because, you pea-brained oaf,” Rowena sighed, “she has found herself a conduit to produce healing magic. Not only healing magic but a conduit that can amplify a witch’s power tenfold.” 

“Okay,” Dean rubbed his eyes. “We take out the conduit, and everything is good, right. No conduit, witches don’t get the boost.” 

“If you kill the girl, it would only--” 

“Wait, Girl?” Dean questioned, “What girl?” 

“I don’t know, but all I know is that seven months ago, Gothel procured a girl who had her heart broken by her true love making her vulnerable. She also is of a hunter bloodline that specifically kills witches. A scarce breed thought to have died out.” 

“So do we rescue the girl or kill her?” Sam asked. 

“Rescue,” Dean said at the same time Rowena said, “Kill her, obviously.” 

“We are not going to kill an innocent girl,” Dean growled. “Now give us the info we need, and we can take care of Gothel.” 

“I heard you mention something about losing the lass you courted,” Rowena sighed, “You know, I could help you find her.” 

Dean looked over at Sam, who seemed engrossed in whatever he was looking at on his phone. Rowena had asked Dean for something that had belonged to Y/N, which was sentimental in value. The only thing Dean could think of was a locket he had given her before they broke up. Dean found it in the motel where they last caught wind of her. 

“Where is she?” Dean growled at the man in the unmade bed. 

Dean knew what happened. He could see the bites and scratch marks on the stranger. 

“I don’t know, she left, man. I mean, girl was a wild cat,” the stranger chuckled. “She kept calling me Dean, though. But no matter, her pussy was--” 

The man didn’t even have time to finish the sentence when Dean began beating his face in. It took Sam all of his strength to pull Dean off. 

“You ever talk about her like that again, and I will kill you,” Dean barked. 

As he was driving, he could feel the locket hot and heavy on his chest. Rowena said that it would lead him to Y/N. But she wasn’t specific as to how. 

“So get this,” Sam spoke, breaking the silence between them. “According to the article, a few men have said they’ve seen a large tower in a fog and a girl with long hair.” He let out a small scoff, “most of the men were able to climb up the tower and were ‘knocked out’ before they could see the face of the girl.” 

“Okay, why is that important?” Dean grumbled, adjusting himself in his seat. The drive was already getting to them. 

“Well, before they stumbled on the tower, they had perfect vision,” Sam explained. “Not exactly out of the story, but similar to it.” 

“What do you mean?” Dean asked. 

“Well, in the story, the prince gets blinded after the witch cuts off Rapunzel’s hair and sends her to a swamp. See, the witch takes Rapunzel’s braid and pretends to be her. When the prince climbs up and realizes it’s the witch, he’s pushed out of the window and onto the rose bushes below, blinding him.” 

“So we’re looking for a tower, like in the story,” Dean surmised. 

“I guess so,” Sam sighed. He looked out the window and noticed Dean was driving in the direction of the woods. “What are you doing? We need to head into town.” 

“I just have this gut feeling we should head this way,” Dean muttered, his hand absently brushing the locket around his neck under his shirt. 

“Well, I say we head to the town and question some people,” Sam argued. “Besides, you look like you could use some sleep.” 

Dean didn’t argue as he stayed silent. But the pull to head in the other direction became slightly stronger the closer he got to their destination. The drive to the town wasn’t that long, only a few minutes. 

Parking Baby close to the motel office, Dean opted to let Sam get the room. First, he needed to try and calm down. Could the necklace be signaling that Y/N was in town? He couldn’t ignore the fact that the locket felt warm against his skin. That and the intense feeling of needing to head in a particular direction. 

Reaching into his shirt, he pulled the locket out and studied it. He remembered when he gave it to Y/N. Inside, he had placed a picture of the two of them from their first date. 

Dean saw Sam walking towards the impala from the corner of his eye and hastily put the locket away. How could he have been so stupid? He was sure he lost her forever, and if his track record on love was anything to go by, then she had moved on, or worse, was dead. 

“Got us a room on the bottom floor,” Sam said as he climbed into the passenger seat. “Once we settle in, we can go out for interviews.”

Dean parked the impala right in front of their room door. He was sluggish as he made his way out of the car and towards the room. 

“Dean?” Sam said, worry filling his voice. 

“I’m fine,” Dean dismissed with a fake smile plastered on his face. “I’m always fine, Sammy.” 

That night, after gathering as much information as they could, Dean lay in bed, curled into himself as his dreams filled with the familiar images of Y/N. 

“Can’t catch me,” her voice sang. 

“Don’t write checks your ass can’t catch, Sweetheart,” Dean chuckled as he chased after her. 

They were in the bunker, giggles, and laughs echoing through the halls as Dean chased after her. He would try and follow in her direction, and suddenly she was behind him. 

“How did you get over there?” he wondered, following her through the long twist and turns of the hallway. 

The scene around Dean changed, and he found himself surrounded by a forest. 

“Y/N?” he called out, “where did you go?” 

“Dean,” she sang, “I’m over here.” 

He turned towards the sound of her voice, his heart pounding and the heat from the locket radiating. He followed the sound of her voice, calling every so often. 

“Marco,” he chuckled. “Come on, sweetheart,” he called. “Where are you? I miss you.” 

“Polo,” she called back. 

Dean continued his search for what seemed like days in his dream. The light-giving away to dark as he continued his search. A fog rolled in, and Dean could feel fear creeping in. He began to panic when she stopped replying to his call. 

“Y/N? Answer me, where are you, Sweetheart?” his voice echoed. 

“Dean!” 

He turned his head towards her panicked voice, legs pushing fast and hard in the direction it came from. He urged himself to move more quickly until he smacked into a large tower. He looked up to see a long braid falling down. His eyebrow raised at it, and something told him to climb up. 

Checking to ensure it was sturdy, Dean began making his way up using the braid as a rope. When he reached the window, his breath caught in his throat. 

“Let her go, you bitch,” he growled at the woman holding Y/N by her neck. 

“She’s mine.” 

Before Dean could react, a blast of light shot out of the witch and blasted him in the chest. Dean’s body shot out of the window, and he was falling endlessly. 

Dean shot up in his bed. A sheen of sweat coated his brow. He wasn’t sure what he saw, but there was one thing he knew for sure, Y/N was in trouble. He could feel it deep in his bones. Whatever Rowena did to the locket worked. He was going to find her. 

At the first crack of dawn, Dean quietly woke up and got ready to explore the forest. The dream he had wouldn't leave him. Dean had to find Y/N, with or without Sam. He had to apologize. Even if she didn’t take him back, he had to make things right.  

As he was about to open the door, he felt a hand on his shoulder, making him jump. Dean turned to see Sam glaring at him. 

“Going somewhere?” He huffed. 

“Yeah, to find Y/N,” Dean admitted. “Rowena spelled her locket to help me find her, and Sam, she’s here. If we can find her, she can help us with the case. She can help us free this girl, gank this Gothel bitch, and we can all talk about what happened.” 

Sam sighed and nodded, “yeah.” Sam ran his fingers through his hair. He could tell he had messed things up between Dean and Y/N, “I gotta apologize too. I know it wasn’t entirely her fault what happened on that wolf hunt. I should have realized she did everything she could to correct her mistake from back then.” 

“Okay,” Dean said, placing a hand on his baby brother’s shoulder, “Then let's find Y/N and gank us a witch.” 

The brothers made their way through the forest, trying to find the markings that the victims tried to describe. But Dean was following the locket. It seemed to pulsate with every step he took as he and Sam walked farther and farther into the forest. 

“I think we’re getting close to Y/N,” Dean told Sam, “This thing feels like it’s vibrating like crazy.” 

“Uh, Dean,” Sam’s worried tone had Dean shooting his head in Sam's direction. “I think Y/N might be in the tower.” 

“No,” Dean let out, “she wouldn’t try to take the witch on her own. She knows better than that.” 

Sam walked around the perimeter, trying to find a door, Dean following behind him. Both brothers failed to see one and began moving back slowly until they found the one small window. 

“Think if we act the story out, it will work?” Dean asked. 

Before they could say anything, a long braid made its way down. 

“I will be back,” a voice called, “You can’t escape Rapunzel. You are mine. You’ve been trying and failing for months now.” She cackled, “no one is coming for you. Now, clean this place up. I have some ingredients to collect before Olivette comes to visit.” 

The Brothers rushed towards some bushes to hide behind, watching the witch put her hood over her head and disappeared into the fog. They waited until they were sure the coast was clear to come out of hiding. Then, making their way up to the tower, Dean looked up and swallowed the lump in his throat. 

“Well, time to see if the fairy tale has any truth to it.” He let out, taking a deep breath he called out, “Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your--” 

Before he could finish, the massive braid that came tumbling down hit him in the head. Sam snorted at sight and stopped when Dean glared at him. 

“Could have waited until I finished,” Dean grumbled. 

He made sure the rope of hair was sturdy before he started climbing up. Finally, he made it to the window and looked down to see Sam following behind him. Looking around inside, all Dean could see was a small hook that held a portion of the hair. He followed the rest of it to a dark corner of the room. The locket around his neck vibrating intensely.  

“Is anyone here?” he called softly. “We’re here to help you.” 

“Go away,” the voice called back. 

Dean shuddered at the familiar sound of the voice. But it couldn’t be, could it? 

“Look, Sweetheart, whoever you are, just know that you can trust us. We’re--” 

“You need to leave now, Dean,” the voice called. 

Dean stood straighter as the shadow in the corner moved to the light. He let out a small gasp as a familiar pair of eyes stared right into his. 

“Y/N?” his voice cracked. “How did she--” 

“It doesn’t matter. You need to go,” Y/N repeated. “She’s too powerful, Dean. She can’t be defeated.” 

“You know that’s bullshit,” Dean let out as he moved closer to her, a pained expression on his face when Y/N moved back. 

“Y/N,” Sam made his presence known. “You gotta let us--” 

“I don’t have to help you do shit, asshole,” she spat at Sam. 

“So what, you’re just gonna stay here and let her use you as some conduit, thing?” Dean huffed. “Y/N, I’ve been looking for you for months, I found you, I’m not letting you go.” 

“Dean, you don’t--” 

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence with I don’t want you, you don’t get to say that, Y/N? Not to me.” He interrupted, shaking his head in shame. “I’m sorry, Y/N. You were right about everything, and I should have backed you up.” 

Before Y/N could respond, there was a sound from below the tower. 

“You two need to hide,” Y/N hissed. “If she finds you--” 

“We just pump her full of witch-killing bullets,” Dean shrugged, looking around for the best place to hide. 

It happened in a flash. Gothel had found the brothers, knocked out Sam, and stabbed Dean with a cursed knife. 

“Let me heal him,” she begged. “Please, I will stay with you forever. No trying to escape, no complaining, and being obedient in every task I am given. Just please let me heal him.” 

Gothel had restrained Sam and shackled Dean to the wooden post by the window. 

“What are you doing?” Dean asked as he hissed in pain while Y/N held him. 

“Shhh,” she tried to comfort him, “You gotta listen to me. You let me go. You go and live your life and forget me, Dean.” 

“No way, Y/N,” Dean coughed and groaned in pain. “That’s not happenin’.” 

“If you come after us, she’ll kill you and Sam. That can’t happen. I am trying to save your life, Winchester.” 

Y/N never noticed the shard of broken mirror Dean held in his hand as she leaned closer to his wound. 

“Y/N,” Dean called out to her. 

When Y/N looked up, he took his chance to cup her face leaning in to give her a sweet kiss before grabbing her hair and using the shard to cut it short. 

“Nooooo,” Gothel cried. “What have you done! You stupid hunter! It will take me months to grow that power from her again.” 

“Hey,” Sam called, getting Gothel’s attention before firing a bullet into her chest. 

Gothel let out a painful yell as she fell over onto the floor, dead. 

“Dean, no no, no no no,” Y/N cried. She took his hand and placed it into her hair. Saying the spell she had been taught to recite to activate the healing properties. “You can’t, not now.”

Sam continued to watch as she sobbed on top of Dean’s wounds, her tears falling as she continued to say the spell, like a prayer. 

“Please come back,” Sam heard Y/N pleading. “I love you, Dean. I never stopped, and I’m sorry. I should have talked to you. I shouldn’t have shut you out.” 

“Y/N, it’s not all your fault,” Sam said, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. “I should have listened to you. I should have trusted you, and I put Dean in the middle, and that’s not fair.” 

Y/N sobbed onto Dean’s wound before moving up to press a kiss to his lips. Her forehead rested on his, the tears flowing down her face. As Sam and Y/N began to mourn, Sam noticed a small light coming from Dean’s wound before it flashed brightly, creating a flower pattern. 

“Y/N, what was in the potion?” Sam asked as he watched Dean beginning to breathe again. 

“She called it a golden flower. It’s a weird plant that literally is the power of the sun.” Y/N explained as Dean opened his eyes. 

“Hey, didn’t I die?” Dean asked, looking around the tower, “where’s Gothel?” 

“Dead,” Sam answered, “and yeah, congratulations on your millionth resurrection. I believe you get a trip to Disney World with this one.” 

“Shut up,” Dean grumbled, pushing Sam away. “Y/N,” He let out, looking to the woman who held his heart, “Y/N, I--” 

Dean didn’t get to finish as Y/N kissed him. Her mouth molded perfectly to his. 

“Let’s get out of here, and we can talk about everything over a bacon cheeseburger,” Y/N said when they pulled away. “Stupid bitch refused to feed me burgers for seven months.” 

“Anything for my girl,” Dean chuckled. 

“I take it this means you two made up?” Sam asked, smiling at the couple. 

“If he’ll want me after I tell him about--” 

“I know,” Dean breathed, “I know about the guy, and it’s okay, you were hurt, and we can work through it.” 

 Y/N smiled and nodded, helping Dean up and leading Sam towards the door they were trying to find. 

“You know he said you kept calling him, Dean,” Dean admitted. “Guess that means he wasn’t all that great?” 

“No one can ever measure up to you, Babe,” Y/N giggled. 

“Guys,” Sam whined, “can you save it for when I’m not anywhere near you?” he asked. 

Dean and Y/N let out a few chuckles as they exited the tower and towards the town. The witch was defeated, and a new adventure awaited them.

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Walk of Shame – Round 2

Title: Walk of Shame – Round 2

Square Filled for @spndeanbingo​​: Mutual Pining

Summary: What if you leave Dean hanging after he ignored you?

Pairing: CEO!Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Rating: Mature

Characters: Sam Winchester

Warnings: angst, language, implied smut, mutual pining, idiots in love, fluff

Words: 1,5k

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Divider by @firefly-graphics​

<< Part 1 

Last time on Walk of Shame…

“I think there is something you can do for me…”

Now…

“No,” you push against his shoulders, fight your heart as you wiggle in Dean’s hold. 

“Sweetheart, why the change of heart?” he steps away, looking at you, at a loss of words.

“You said it yourself, we should act as if we didn’t meet before. The way you treated me the other day, the morning after I made sure you come home safely told me everything about you I need to know,” Dean tries to stop you, tries to make you stay but you are halfway out of his office before he realizes you just rejected him.

“Sonofabitch! I-I want you,” he runs one hand down your face, sighing deeply. “I just messed up once again. Fuck me, Sam will kill me…”

“Dean, seriously,” Sam glares at his brother, “you need to stop fucking our employees. You said, there is nothing going on between you and Y/N. Now you come here and tell me you kissed her?”

“Uh—we kinda met before she knew I’m her boss. I swear, I didn’t know Y/N is our new employee. I told her we should try to act as if we didn’t screw each other’s brains out.”

“I told you before,” hiding his face in the palms of his hands Sam sighs deeply, “too much information, Dean. What else did you do? Is she going to sue us now?”

“No. I mean…no. She’s a nice girl, Sammy. Y/N would never do such a thing,” Dean grits out, giving his brother a bitchface. “I messed up, not Y/N. A few days ago, I got drunk, and she had to bring me home. She slept in my guest room.

“We will not talk about this again, Dean. Stay away from the girl,” Dean huffs as his brother narrows his eyes. “I mean it. Don’t even think about her. She works for you. Sexual harassment is not to take lightly.”

“I would never—” offended Dean almost jumps at his brother. “How dare you! I’m not some creep abusing girls at his office. Y/N and I are adults. We met and felt instantly attracted to each other. We had sex. End of story.”

“End of story, right…” Sam scoffs as his brother storms out of the room, slamming the door shut. “What did he get himself into this time?”

“Great, she had to wear a short skirt and a top leaving little to nothing to my imagination,” Dean watches you talk to one of your co-workers at the office party with darkened eyes. “I dare that bastard to touch my girl.”

“See something you like,” Benny smirks as his friend won’t stop watching you. “Dean, if you want to ask her out, go for it.”

“No—” 

“Dean.”

“I said no,” walking toward the buffet Dean mutters under his breath. For a few weeks, he tried to keep his distance and act professional around you. He owes you that much.

“Having trouble keeping your hands to yourself?” Sam smirks as his brother starts to stuff food into his mouth. “Food as a replacement for sex?”

“Shut up, Sammy,” Dean points a finger at his brother. “I swear to God if you do not stop talking about Y/N I will throw a tantrum like at your eighteenth birthday.”

“Dude no!” Sam gasps, remembering the night vividly. He almost totaled his brother’s beloved Impala and Dean ruined Sam’s party to get back at him.

“Dude yes!” smirking Dean stuffs another hors d'oeuvre into his mouth, chewing slowly all the while holding eye contact with his brother.

“Hey Sam, great party,” you casually say, while avoiding even looking at Dean. For weeks he ignores your presence and you finally realized, your night together meant nothing to him. “Jess was asking about you. She’s over there, talking to Charlie.”

“Oh, great,” Sam gives his brother a stern look as Dean’s eyes drift toward you. He groans as his eyes land on your neck. “Dean. Just don’t!”

“Okay, that is enough,” Dean grumbles as you bend over to fill your plate with food. “You cannot run around this office wearing a skirt barely covering your ass, Y/N. This is—”

“What?” chewing audibly you look at Dean, one brow cocked. “Did you say something? The music is too loud.” You almost yell as someone pumped up the volume.

“Nothing,” your boss is gone before you can blink. He almost runs toward the restrooms, talking to himself. 

“Odd,” you shrug before turning your attention back toward the food. “At least the food is good.”

You slowly make your way toward your office, yawning as the party went on until 2 am. Now all you want is to grab your bag and jacket and leave this place.

You’re not in the mood for a party and Dean ignoring you once again didn’t help to lighten your mood. “That outfit, inappropriate, sweetheart,” you squeak as someone drags you into his office.

You end up in Dean’s office, pressed against the very same wall from a few weeks ago. “Fuck, tell me to stop if you don’t want me,” he purrs, eyes glued to your lips. “But if you don’t stop me, I will kiss you right now.”

“What? I…” you place your hands onto his shoulders, just looking at Dean for a moment. 

“I’m gonna kiss you now,” he leans closer, brushes his lips over your cheek. “Stop me if you don’t want me to do dirty things to you.”

“Dean, what are you doing? First, you tell me this was all a mistake and act like a douche. Then you try to fuck me at your office again only to ignore me aftwerward. I hate this game you are playing.”

“I-fuck,” he steps away, fingers frantically running through his hair. “I want you, but…” he sighs deeply, shaking his head, “you are working for me, and I don’t know what to do.”

“How shall I know? I feel like I got on a rollercoaster and can’t get off since we met. One moment I want to kiss you, and the next you break my heart. I just—” you sniff, looking away. “I wanted to quit last week. You were so cold and I…”

“I tried to keep my distance after you rejected me that night. I shouldn’t have tried to seduce you at my office. I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable, Y/N. This was never my intention,” he gives you a cracked smile when you finally meet his gaze again.

“Dean, this is a mess,” you hide your face in his shoulder. “I had fun with you that first night. I didn’t want it to end and then, I saw you here and my life just exploded once again.”

“Why did you leave town and quit your job?” he asks, hand gently running over your back. “You said something about a fresh start.”

“Greg, that was his name,” Dean’s warmth makes you sigh, and you allow yourself to inhale his musky scent deeply. Sandalwood and a hint of the alcohol he drank fill your nostrils. “He broke up with me.”

“Another woman?”

“Nope. He came up with this, it’s not you, it's me crap. The truth was, he didn’t want to settle down. He was the kind of guy enjoying going out, flirting with any girl, and taking one home if he wanted to. It’s hard to do so when your girlfriend waits for you at home.”

“Sonofabitch! Tell me his name,” Dean grunts, making you chuckle.

“I planned a future with him, kids, a house, and all the crap you image when you believe you found the right guy.”

“How about this,” he whispers in your ear. “You can keep your job. We will act professionally at work and meet up in secret. This way we can find out if there is more between you and me but sexual attraction. If it doesn’t work out, we can become friends.”

“What if there is more?” you look up at Dean. “Dean?”

“If there is more,” Dean leans closer to press a soft kiss to your temple, making you sigh, “we will make it official and tell everyone we are in a relationship. What do you say?” he lifts his brows, eyes searching your face. “Sweetheart?”

“I want a date. A real one. Maybe dinner at your place. Pizza and a movie. I don’t know,” you nervously babble. “No sex for as long as we don’t know if this will turn into something serious.”

“Deal,” he smirks. “Pizza and a movie night sound good to me.”

“Deal, Mr. Winchester,” you shake his hand, mirroring his smirk. “Tomorrow night?”

“Tomorrow night…”

“That wasn’t the deal,” you fall onto his chest, panting heavily. “We broke all the rules we made, Dean. Fuck, we are awful.”

“Rules are meant to be broken, sweetheart,” Dean gently runs his hand over your back.  

“I know there is more between you and me but good sex, Dean,” you whisper. “At least I think there is more. What do you think?”

“Firstly, the sex is awesome,” you laugh at his words, but your eyes give away you are scared he doesn’t feel the same. “And I think there is much more than sex, Y/N. So much more.”

“So—no more walk of shame?” he nods, giving you a soft smile.

“No more walk of shame, Y/N…”

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Officially

Title: Officially

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 1108

Square Filled: Impala

Summary: You and Dean are on a drive. When Dean takes the wheels and you fall asleep, he uses that time to clear his head and make an important decision. (Gosh, I such at summaries.)

Warning: Fluff

Written for @spndeanbingo​ (round 2)

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A/N: OH MAN! It has been so long since I’ve posted a fic! I’ve recently moved and did not have access to internet so I couldn’t post any fics (which were all on my laptop because I like to write them out on Word Docs before actually posting). But internet is back and I’ve been writing! Woohoo! I hope you guys like fluff because this is nothing but that! :) Love you all. Continue to stay vigilant and be safe!

Dean was sitting in the passenger seat, allowing you to take the reigns this time, much to your surprise. Soft rock played through the impala with the volume down low, acting only as added background sounds.

With your eyes on the road and Dean fast asleep, there was nothing but content. Just being like this almost felt normal, like there wasn’t monsters running around killing people or demons and angels trying to rid you and the Winchesters of the world. It was nice. It was a well accepted change for once.

Baby purred smoothly, the sound enough to lull Dean to sleep, but it was the sound of something else that stirred him awake. He didn’t move his body as his eyes fluttered open, casting sideways to look at you. Your eyes were fixated in front of you, attention to the road, fingers lightly drumming against the steering wheel while you sang along to whatever song was playing. Your voice was soft, smooth, welcomed. It was in that moment of simplicity that he was happy to be alive, happy to be here with you.

Aside from the big wins with saving the world and the people he cared about, it was also the small moments like these that made his heart unbearably full. If he could, he’d stay in this moment forever. Just you and him on the unwinding open road. Soon, Dean fell back asleep to the sound of your soothing voice.

A few hours later, you and Dean switched places, giving you a chance to get some shut eye. It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep. In fact, it took you all but forty seconds for you to knock out, hairline pressed against the window.

Taking a sudden hard right turn, your body shifted. “Shit,” Dean whispered, holding one arm to catch you, but he was a little too late, only able to slow and cushion your impending descent. Your head landed on Dean’s lap and your body quickly adjusted. You curled your body onto the seat with your feet bent and pressed against the door. Dean allowed his eyes to take in your form, a soft smile perching itself on his lips. God, did he wish you were his.

You were his best friend, the female adjacent to Cass. You had always been there for him, come through for him in a way that always surprised him. You were always on his side, no matter how stupid he was being. You were even bold enough to tell him like it is, giving him the tough love that was usually dished out by Sam. You’ve seen him at his best, darkest, and most vulnerable, and yet, you never looked at him any differently. He trusted you. You trusted him. Even Sam never second guessed you.

Finally reaching the bunker, Dean put the Impala in park however, he didn’t bother to move or wake you. He sat there in his beloved car listening to your soft intake of breaths. He didn’t want to ruin the moment, wanting nothing more than to spend more time with you. It was a little ridiculous considering he could have alone time with you in the bunker, but he just wanted to bask in this moment. He was in his favorite car with his favorite girl.

If life were different, and you two weren’t hunters, Dean could definitely live in this moment, although under much different context… If life were different, you’d be his girl, and the two of you would go out on drives just for the hell of it. Taking Baby and his baby out on the road just to spend some quality time. Damn, if life was different, he’d make sure this was how it would be. Not only that, but if life was different, both his parents would still be around, his grandparents too. Sam would come to visit on his breaks from Stanford, and you’d be wearing his ring on your finger. If life was different, Dean could have it all.

“Dean?” your groggy voice interrupted him from his thoughts. “We home?”

“Yeah, sorry. Didn’t want to wake you,” he half lied.

You stretched your arms and back, Dean’s eyes trailing over every curve. You were gorgeous. “What are you looking at?” you giggled. “Wanna help stretch a girl out?” you winked.

Fuck, he was lucky to have a best friend like you. Joking around, sleeping around, why didn’t he just make it all real? All he had to do was ask you to be his girlfriend. All he had to do was make it official.

“Actually, I wouldn’t mind helping to stretch my girl out,” he suggested.

“My girl?” you teased. “What you talking about?” the giggle that followed your question was music to his ears.

“You know what I’m talking about. You… being my girl. Officially.”

A wide grin spread across your face. “Whoa, easy there, Dean. Baby might get jealous,” you cooed, grazing your hand gently over Baby’s dashboard. “She’s been your only girl for a long time.”

Dean couldn’t help but chuckle. “I’m sure Baby wouldn’t mind. In fact, I think she really likes you. I mean, she let you drive her without complications.”

“Well, you know how it is. Us girls need to stick together.”

Dean smiled. “So what do you say?”

“I don’t know,” you sighed. “Baby, what do you think? Can you share Dean with me? I promise to take care of him just as good as you have.”

Miraculously, a popping noise came from inside the hood, the Impala cooling down. You laughed along with Dean, taking it as a sign.

“That’s my girl,” Dean crooned, kissing his steering wheel.

“In that case,” you started, crawling closer to Dean. “Looks like I’ve got the green pass,” you mumbled, lips barely grazing his.

Dean didn’t waste any time, pressing his lips towards yours. Inevitably, the kiss heated up quickly and you found yourself on Dean’s lap, straddling him. As layers of clothing started to come off, your ass pressed on the steering wheel engaging the horn. You and Dean separated with a gasp and labored breathing.

“Sorry, Baby. Y/N and I will take things inside,” his told the Impala, emerald orbs sparking with mischief and, what you would assume was, happiness.

“Yeah, sorry Baby,” you giggled, scrambling out of the car with Dean. Once out, Dean smacked your ass before you could take off running. You yelped, looking back at him playfully before dashing out of the garage and into the bunker.

“Thanks Baby,” Dean tapped the roof of the Impala before shutting the door and chasing after you.

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We Need to Talk: Part 2

Pairing: Dean x Parent!Reader

Sam and Dean need the Reader’s help with a case involving her expertise but Dean and the Reader need to have a little chat.

Word Count: 2700

Warnings: Dean is rightfully angry in this. Talks of sex. (if I missed anything let me know.)

Written for: @spngenrebingo​​ / @badthingshappenbingo​​ / @spndeanbingo​​ / @spnaubingo​​ / @/spnonewordbingo

Squares Filled: meet the parents /  voice breaking  / single parent au / free space / rocky

Also written for @sdavid09​​ ’s Tale Tellers 2020 Bingo Challenge, covering the ‘Slice of life’ square.

Part 1

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“Uh, Y/N? Who’s this?” Dean said as Ollie had stopped playing with his toys and started to stare between the two new giants in the room.

Awkwardly, you rub and twist your hands around each other, a nervous act that you had acquired over the years. “This is my son, Oliver. Dean, I think we need to talk.”

“Hey, Sam? Could you watch him for a few minutes please?” When he accepted it, you graciously thanked him, leading Dean up to your bedroom away from prying eyes and ears. It was tough, stepping into your bedroom thinking about the last time you saw him and his brother.

“It’s really good to see you.” You break the silence as you sit on the edge of your bed.

He only nods, obviously it’s awkward, it’s been over three years since you had seen each other. “So, you wanted to talk.” 

Damn it, the man is smart as hell but he could be oblivious to the most obvious things. Or maybe he knew about it and wanted to punish you. Either way, you were screwed and was going to have to tell him, you were going to have to spell it out for him.

“Oliver’s father hasn’t really been in his life-”

“What a douchebag! You need me to find him and beat him to a pulp?” Dean interrupted, his hand finding yours to stop them wringing together. 

“Dean, he doesn’t know. It was a one time thing and he didn’t really have the capacity to take care of a kid, he was scared that he couldn’t keep anyone safe. I wasn’t about to spring him with a kid that he probably didn’t want when I could take care of Ollie myself”

“Was it another hunter?”

“Dean Winchester, I swear. I will lose my shit if you don’t let me tell you on my own terms.”

“Sorry, I just care about you. You know that, right? I’d do anything for you and Oliver.”

Your nose tingled as tears came to your eyes, hearing him say those words meant the word to you. You wished you had someone like that in Oliver’s life and it was your own fault for not telling his father in the first place because you were a scared piece of shit and chickened out on making that one phone call that could have potentially saved any of this embarrassment. 

“Remember that night that shapeshifter took out my leg,and we hid in Bobby’s cabin and you took care of me?” You tried to explain slowly, his eyes widening as soon as the cogs in his head turned into place, suddenly remembering how that fateful night had ended. You couldn’t help but be ashamed of yourself. How you had deprived the man, the man you considered a best friend, the truth. The tears fell but you wiped them as quick as they came, you were not the victim, Dean was. It was of course a shitty thing to do.

“So, Oliver’s mine?” Dean asked, wrapping his head around what you had implied. With your bottom lip between your teeth, you nodded solemnly. Dean’s tongue brushed over his teeth, sucking on them. “And you didn’t think to call me at least to tell me that I have a goddamn son? What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you that fucking selfish? What if I wanted to help out, be there for Oliver, for you? You really think I don’t have the goddamn capacity to take care of a kid - my kid?” 

He was right, of course he was, you were selfish to keep his own son away from him. You were scared and that was still no excuse. You swallowed, sniffling and nodding your head. “I tell him about you, you know.”

“Tell him that he’s got a deadbeat father that doesn’t know he exists?” Dean scoffs, almost a choked out laugh. He was on the verge of tears but the anger ripped right through him; all he could see was red.

“Nope,” you stand from the edge of your bed, scratching at the side of your face. You rummage through your bookshelf and find the box that you had hidden up there. “Quite the opposite actually. Told him you were practically a superhero. I tell him that I used to be yours and Sam’s sidekick.”

You both chuckle at that, Dean more so just because he knows that you were pretty much the Batman when you were at the bunker and more often than not, you were there to save their asses. 

“He doesn’t believe it about me being out there with you because I’m just his mommy but he knows that you’re out there protecting him.That kid’s mind is like a sponge; he takes in all the information you tell him and-” You choked out, hiding it as a faux cough. “He’s smart, he definitely gets that from you. I didn’t want you to find out like this. I wanted to tell you before but I just got scared. I want you to be it Oliver’s life, even if that means you’re not in mine. This is all your decision.”

With that, you left the box on the bed,waiting a few seconds before you tapped him on his thigh, letting him ponder your words as you leave the room and head downstairs to where Oliver and his uncle is. You would have to tell him too.

Fuck.

“You havin’ fun there baby?” You ask Oliver, already knowing the answer as Sam throws him up into the air, catching him as soon as he falls back down. Almost a heart attack? Check. But the feeling all but dissipated when you hear his loud laughter. 

“Yeah,” he laughs maniacally this time, it’s contagious and you can’t stop your own laugh. It was then that you knew the answer. Oliver was having the time of his life. At least he was bonding with his uncle Sammy already, babbling over and over about how he wanted to go again and higher this time. 

“Ollie, you wanna go show Dean your dinosaur bed sheets? He’s upstairs in mommy’s room.” Sam handed him over to you and you lifted Oliver over the stair gate, watching as he toddled his way up the stairs safely. “You want a coffee? I’m sure you and Dean had a long drive.”

“Thank you,” he nods, following you into the kitchen. “So, I’m guessing you told him.”

Furrowing your eyebrows, you gave him a lost expression. “What are you t-”

Sam raises an eyebrow, lips pursed before he interrupts you. “Come on, Y/N. Don’t play dumb with me. You know what I’m talking about. Oliver looks exactly like a miniature Dean with a perfect mix of each of your skin tones. It doesn’t take a genius to figure it out either. We last saw you about three years ago and Oliver is two. Besides I heard the two of you before you left. It was gross so I slept in the car.”

“I guess, it’s pointless to say that you’re an uncle now, huh?” You scratch at your arm before grabbing the coffee pot and pouring him out a cup. “Sugar’s in the cupboard in the corner and creamer in the fridge, you know, if you changed your preferences from the last time I saw you.”

“The shouting upstairs kinda gave it away, made sure to play with Oliver to distract him.” You were thankful to have Sam, he was a good egg. 

“I am sorry you had to find this way. I wanted to tell you but I didn’t want for us to become a liability. You were better off saving the world whilst I could protect me and Ollie. I didn’t want to be a burden to the two of you, especially when you had already looked after me, when we were young and stupid and I didn’t wanna listen to the two of you. I wanted to be the one to kick the shit out of you guys for lying about what goes bump in the night but the vamps beat me to it so I had to believe that the shit was real.”

“You shouldn’t swear, Oliver could pick up all the bad words you’re spewin’.” Dean says as he enters the kitchen, hand in hand with his son. “There better be enough coffee for me in that pot over there.”

You nod, making him one before you grab yourself an energy breakfast bar from the fridge. “You boys had breakfast?”

*

You made it to the small cafe, giving your friend a small wave as you entered with Oliver, Sam and Dean close behind you. Liah was quick to round the corner and say hello to her friend and her favourite little guy. The tall dudes that came behind her were just a bonus package to brighten her day.

“Hiya, sweetie.” She came in for a hug, squeezing you before she ruffled Oliver’s hair and pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “How are my favourite customers?”

“Better now that I’m seeing you.I feel like it’s been forever.”

“It’s been two months, Y/N. Of course it’s been forever but I’ve been busy with Eric and college.” She huffed and you told her that she didn’t have to say another word. You know how hard she worked. It was hard to balance work and college but you knew that Eric was good for her; he was keeping her on the right track, making sure that she slept, ate, took breaks from her studies. He really cared about her.  “Take a seat with those fine ass men and I will take your order after I get some tips from that old geezer over there.”

She left, her notebook shoved into her apron as skipped over to the other side of the quiet diner.

“After you, find a booth anywhere you want, you’re my guests.” You said, waiting for the boys to find a table for the four of you.

“I really hope you’re paying because everything looks so good on this menu.” Dean groaned, overlooking the menu, you had to agree, they did cook some amazing things and you came in so much they made a secret menu item just for you.

“I’m paying but anything over two plates, you pay for yourself. I’m not made of money.” 

Dean nodded, smiling when he noticed Liah come back with her pen and pad. “Am I getting you the Y/N special?”

“You know it, baby. Can you get Oliver some eggs and a little bit of bacon?”

“Sure thing. And for you boys?” Liah quickly scribbled down your order and waited for the boys to make up their mind.

Sam tucks his curtain of hair behind his ear. “Would it be okay to get a chicken salad with an egg white omelette on the side?”

Liah hummed, “any drinks with that?”

“Coffee, please.”

“And for you?” Dean is next on Liah’s list. 

“Here we go, a stack of pancakes to start me off and then a plate of your greasiest breakfast foods you have.”

“Coming right up, you want a coffee too?” 

Dean nods, thanking Liah as she walks away putting in your order, he’s almost certain that she’s spoken the words ‘baby daddy’ but he’s not too sure, his ear may have deceived him.

Liah comes out no later than 10 minutes, you know that everything is freshly cooked so you’re not worried about the wait. It gave you some moments with your favourite men, quietly catching up on the time that you lost with them, you never got tired of hearing their stories; even if it was their lives, you still loved that they were here to tell the tale.

You tucked into your food, watching over your family as they ate. Oliver inhaled his food almost as soon as it was set down on the table, you looked over at Dean and he had finished all but one of his pancakes. Like father, like son. You should have known really. All those years you spent with the Winchesters, all those annoying habits that got on your last goddamn nerve. But you still loved them - as much as you could.

“So I guess I’m finally meeting both of Oliver’s parents, right?” Liah whispers with a smile on her face, looking over your shoulder, making sure that you were out of earshot of the Winchesters and that Oliver was already preoccupied.

 She was happy to meet Dean after all those times that you spoke of him. “Y/N’s told me a lot about you. All good things I promise, which is surprising because she talks a lot of shit about others. You must be really special to her.” 

“He’s good people. One that protects others.” You look at Dean sincerely, catching his lips curl up into a smile before he watched Oliver play with his toy dinosaurs. “Sam’s not too bad either. Now go do your job before you almost get fired...again.”

After your meal, before you even have the chance to reach into your pocket, Dean takes the bill and pays for it all and by the smile on Liah’s face, you know that he left a tip. The four of you were back on your way to the place you called a home.

“So why Oliver? The name I mean.” Dean asks later that evening as Oliver watches his favourite show. 

“Named him after my favourite superhero, duh.”

“Please don’t tell me his middle name is Arthur after Arthur Curry.” He groaned, almost whined. He hated Aquaman with a vengeance, a fish man that controls water.

“No Dean, you don’t have to worry about your son being called Oliver Arthur. He’s Oliver Dean, after my other hero.” You whisper, leaning back in your seat and staring into those gorgeous green eyes of his.

 “The one who has saved my life countless times. The one who I should have told about his son. You’re the one who I loved Dean, the one who gave me the best gift of all even without knowing it.”

Dean doesn’t say anything. He can’t. Not with the tears gathering in his eyes, the ones matching yours. You’ve missed him. Missed the way the two of you would joke around. Missed the way that he would flirt with you. Missed the way that you could sit in complete silence, letting yourself bask in each other's company without ever being bored or would never be uncomfortable. But right now all you wanted to do was kiss him. You wanted him in your life but you couldn’t until you were sure that he wanted to be in Oliver’s life. That he wanted to be in your life.

“I loved you too.” His voice is small, almost unheard but you’ve trained your ears for any noise ever since Oliver was born. He licked at his lower lip, tugging it between his teeth before he whispered again. “I still love you, Y/N.”

His eyes drop to your lips before they drag away seeing Oliver asleep and Sam had already retired to the guest room upstairs. He’s slow, so slow, in fact, that you almost don’t see his movement but you know that he is when you feel his breath on your face. You know he’s there when his palm softly connects with your cheek. You know he’s there when he presses his forehead against yours. You missed his musky smell and you can’t help but press your lips against his.They’re familiar. One’s that you haven’t had the chance to remove from your memory. You didn’t really want to either.

Hands finding their way to Dean’s shoulders, you crawled into his lap, deepening the kiss. You wanted this, you wanted it from the moment you left three years ago but you pulled back. “I’m sorry. I-I shouldn’t have done that. You’re mad at me and I should have asked.”

You make a move to get off of his lap but he stops you. “Don’t stop. I’m not letting you go again. I’m not losing my family.”

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[waywardrose13]

#2 don't be such a bitch Dean x reader

The Lies of Which We Tell

Prompt #2: “Don’t be such a bitch.”

Warnings: ANGST, language, fear, A/B/O dynamics, TWs: Domestic Abuse, Non-Con

Word Count: 876

A/N: @spnabobingo​ (Square: Jealous Alpha), @spndeanbingo (Square: A/B/O), @badthingshappenbingo (Square: Domestic Abuse), @spndarkbingo (Square: Dean Winchester)

“Listen to me, dammit!”

I ignored him, storming down the hallway, trying to get away from him. But he wouldn’t leave it. The twisting of my stomach returned, and I fought back bile as my chest clenched in silent fear.

“Y/N!”

I finally reached my room when he gripped my arm harshly and shoved me inside, slamming the door shut behind him and flicking on the light. His eyes were wide and wild, face contorted in a rage I hadn’t seen directed towards me in a long time.

“Dean, please…”

“You are in no fucking place to make demands,” he hissed. He stalked towards me, hand gripping my throat as he roughly pushed me down onto my bed. I squirmed in his hold, tears threatening to spill over. “How many damn times am I going to have to remind you until you listen?”

“You’re not my fucking owner,” I spit. He scoffed, shoving away from me as he rubbed his forehead with the palm of his hand.

“The hell I’m not,” he snapped.

“You promised me, Dean!” I cried. “You promised you wouldn’t treat me this way when you claimed me. I told you I wouldn’t be treated this way. You said I was your equal!”

“Has it ever occurred to you that Alphas lie?” He asked. “That maybe I said that so I wouldn’t have to forcefully claim you?”

He was lying. He had to be. There was no way he could have faked the tender touches and loving glances. However, with the way his eyes blazed like fire and his chest heaved, I wondered if maybe he was right, and I was too blind to see it before.

“You’ve changed, Dean,” I said softly. “And I don’t like it.”

“Don’t be such a bitch,” he said, exasperated. “It doesn’t matter what you like and don’t like. I don’t like you talking to other Alphas.”

“That’s what this is about,” I muttered. I scoffed, shaking my head as I closed my eyes. “Nothing happened, Dean. He’s an old friend. He has a fiancee.”

“I don’t care if he’s engaged, I don’t care if he’s ‘just a friend’ because I don’t fucking like it. You’re not to speak to any other Alphas unless I’m with you. You’re an Omega. I’m your Alpha. Under the law, you listen to me.”

“Since when have we ever obeyed the law?” I challenged, rolling my eyes. “You and Sam break four thousand laws in a day.”

“Watch your tone, Omega,” Dean warned.

“No! I’m not your fucking bitch.”

I felt the sting before I registered what had happened.

My head snapped to the side as blood rushed to my cheek where the back of Dean’s hand had collided. Stars dotted my vision and I sat back on the bed, a rush of emotion rendering me motionless.

It wasn’t the first time Dean had hit me, and it certainly wasn’t the worst that he had done, and it wouldn’t be the last. But it still shocked me each time, and this time was no different.

“I said watch… your… tone.” His voice was deadly, and the scent radiating off him was pure anger. Fear racked my body, and I shook as I held my cheek, wondering where my sweet Dean had gone. “How many times have I told you? This isn’t your room anymore.”

He unceremoniously pulled me up off the bed and into his arms. I was still in too much shock to truly understand what was happening or fight back. My hand didn’t leave my cheek, and my eyes didn’t lift to meet Sam’s to plead for help as he watched helplessly from the end of the hall. I simply let Dean carry me to his room and drop me onto his bed.

I was still as he closed and locked the door.

I was still as his fingers expertly undid my jeans and ripped my shirt.

I was still as he tore my panties from my hips and flipped me onto my stomach without warning.

I was still as he forced himself inside me, disregarding my own needs and simply taking what he wanted.

I barely flinched this time.

I did, however, flinch when he finished, knowing no protection was used, and he got off on the thought of me round with pups. I had always wanted pups, but now, I was afraid for them. How would I bring one into the world with him as the father? The man I once loved and gave everything to, who I now feared and changed for in the span of a month.

I longed for my old Dean. My sweet Dean. The Dean who would tenderly love me, and who wouldn’t dare lay a finger on me. The Dean who would wrap his arms around me and cuddle with me after gentle lovemaking, and would send me off to sleep with soft butterfly kisses and fingers running through my hair.

But I knew, when he turned away from me, leaving me on my stomach, leaking and sore, he was gone, and that any glimpse of my Dean would simply be through memories, and even then, those were tainted by the thought of missing something I will never have again.

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[supernatural-fangirl1967]

This Isn’t Going to Work - Part 3

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Angst

Word Count: 1,480

Square Filled: Free Space

A/N: This was written for @spndeanbingo.

Part 1  Part 2

Series Masterlist

2 Weeks Later

You didn't want to get out of bed. You weren't supposed to be laying in yet another motel room throwing yourself a pity party. Not today.

Today, you're supposed to be a nervous wreck, but instead, you feel empty inside. Today, you're supposed to be walking down the aisle, but you could barely even bring yourself to get out of bed. Today, you're supposed to be saying 'I do,' but you can't even think of the words without tears stinging your eyes.

That's why you're here. Sitting on a barstool with every intention to drown your feelings. Except, how can you drown something that isn't there? What's the point in drinking when you know that the numb feeling is just going to come back full force once you're sober?

You stare down at the full glass in your hand and shake your head before setting it back down on the bar. You know it's only a temporary fix, and you don't need temporary. You need something that's going to last. Something that will take the pain away for good. You need...

You need Dean.

You shake your head at the thought and hop down from the barstool. When you step outside, you realize you were in there longer than you thought. It definitely wasn't this dark when you first went in. You take a deep breath and take off walking, thinking about how messed up this all is.

Today was supposed to be your big day, and now it'll go down as one of your lowest.

You're about a block away from the bar when someone suddenly grabs you from behind, pulling you into the nearest alley. You scream out, but a hand is quickly placed over your mouth.

"Hush!" Your heart plummets at the rough, male voice in your ear. "What's a pretty thing like you doing walking around by herself this time of night?"

You try kicking his leg, but he pins you up against the brick wall. You take a deep breath and try to think through your situation before biting down on his hand that's over your mouth, causing him to pull it back just long enough.

"HELP!" you scream just seconds before you're shoved to the ground. You look up, but you can't get a good look at the idiot. "Help! Plea-"

You're cut off when he grabs a handful of your hair and pulls so you're looking up at him, bringing his free hand back to your mouth, squeezing so hard you know you'll have bruises.

You can feel the fight leaving your body. The heaviness of today, and the fear of your current situation are taking a toll on your will to fight. You take a deep breath and try to think back to your numerous training sessions with the boys, but you're drawing up blank. You're just about to accept your fate and give up when you see movement out of the corner of your eye.

Another body collides with the man, and they both hit the ground.

"Run!"

You don't have to be told twice. You quickly get up and take off running until you're back onto the sidewalk. You stop to catch your breath, and a thought crosses your mind.

That almost sounded like Dean.

You shake your head a bit, knowing that's absolutely ridiculous. Him and Sam are probably away on a hunt, and even if they weren't, you're not for sure if Dean would want to save you anyways. Not after what you did. Sure, he said he agreed, buy maybe he just said that because he wanted you gone.

Stop. Stop it, you tell yourself, knowing you're being ridiculous, and that you're just trying to distract yourself from what just happened. You close your eyes and take slow, deep breaths, hoping that will help you to clear your mind. ~~~~~~~~~~~

Dean knows he's not far from the bar when he hears someone scream for help. He stops and listens, trying to figure out what direction it's coming from.

(Y/N)? Dean thinks before shaking his head. There's no way it's her, he tells himself. She's long gone by now.

Dean hears the plea again before running in the direction he's sure the cry is coming from. He rounds the corner of a building a looks into the alley to see a man standing over a woman with one hand pressed over her mouth, and the other holding the back of her head.

Dean doesn't think. He just takes off running as fast as he can. He tackles the man to the ground, not even looking over at the girl as he hollers one command.

"Run!"

Dean doesn't have time to make sure she's gone before he feels a sting across his left cheek. He grabs the man by the collar and slams him into the wall as hard as he can. Dean gets in a few good punches before pulling his gun out and pressing the barrel against the man's temple.

"If I ever catch you with your hands on another woman, I will pull the trigger."

The man pushes Dean away before bolting down the other end of the alley. Dean almost takes off after him, but he feels a stronger need to go check on the girl. He runs back out onto the sidewalk, looking around before he looks to his right and spots her walking away with her arms wrapped tightly around herself.

"Ma'am!" Dean calls out, trying to get her attention. "Ma'am, are you..." She turns around to face him, and it feels like the breath has been knocked out of him. "Are you alright?"

You nod your head as tears gather back up in your eyes. "I'm fine," you say in a strained voice. "Thank you." You turn to walk away, but Dean runs over and steps in front of you.

"Sweetheart, wait."

"Please, Dean," you beg as you look up at him. "I've had a really rough day today wether or not you include what just happened in that alley."

"I know," Dean says softly. "Today's not been easy for me, either. But I can't just stand by and watch you walk away again."

"This was a choice we both agreed on."

"I know," Dean tells you quickly. "But we're both suffering because of it. (Y/N), this is torture. I know we had our ups and downs, but our relationship was strong. It wasn't broken. And knowing that we gave it up despite those facts, and depsite the fact that we still love each other..."

"I know, Dean," you tell him. "I've had this conversation with myself at least four times a day over the past two weeks. But the same conclusion I keep coming to, the same thing I keep telling myself so I can halfway pull myself together, is that we did it to keep each other alive."

"What's the point in living when you wish everyday that you were dead?"

You swallow hard, not really having a good answer. "Dean..."

"I'll never be happy again knowing that you're out there somewhere, and that what we had was great."

"It was," you agree. "But, Dean, we both made this decision."

"I know," he says quickly. "Doesn't mean I have to be happy about it."

"I'm not either," you admit. "But knowing that you're alive and okay at least gives me some peace. Dean, our realtionship was dangerous."

"And this isn't?" Dean asks as he throws his arms up in the air. "You keep saying we did this to protect each other, but, (Y/N), you could've just gotten raped, or worse."

"That's not my fault."

"I know that," Dean replies quickly. "I'm not saying that it is. What I mean is that I was there to protect you. If there's any monster out there that wants to get between us bad enough, they'll have to go through me first."

You shake your head. "If we stay apart, you won't have to worry about it in the first place."

"But I do," Dean admits. "I worry about you all the time, sweetheart. You're all I think about."

You shake your head as a few tears fall down your cheeks. "I can't do this right now, Dean. I don't want to fight. I want to be on good terms with you."

"We are," Dean says. "I'm not trying to fight either, I just... I'm desperate to get you back, (Y/N)."

"Dean..."

"You're my world."

You swallow hard as you stare at Dean for a moment. "Thank you for saving my life," you tell him quietly. "I should be going."

You start walking off again, and Dean wants to follow you. He needs to follow you. But he also knows that if he loves you enough, he'll give you some space and hope that it all works out.

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[spnfanficpond]

Title: Reasons to Keep Going

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 9,354

Warnings: Anxiety, Depression, Mentions of Self Harm, Self Harm, Mentions of blood and scars, Lots of Tears, Bit of Angst, Loads of Fluff, Smut, Protected Sex. This fic has some graphic mentions so please take the warnings seriously. 

Summary: Jensen heads home after a long day of shooting to celebrate the remain hour of October 23rd with his girl. A day that quickly became so significant in their relationship that they look back on it in detail as a reminder of how far one of them has come. 

Square Filled: Mental Health ( @spndeanbingo)

A/N: This is also my submission for the @spnfanficpond Unfic Challenge Round 2. My Prompt was “Gimme that pink thing wouldja”. Also, this one got away from me in the best way and I’m not about to apologize for that. This one is very personal to me.  I hope y’all enjoy this! Please heed the warnings! Feedback is greatly appreciated!  

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[flamencodiva]

How It Began

Description: How did Dean end up with the perfect woman, after almost losing everything? 

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: 1177

Warnings: Angst and Fluffiness

Square filled: Domestic AU

Beta: @wonder-cole​ 

A/N: TWritten for @spndeanbingo​. This diverges the story starting in Season 2.

Dean sat on the porch swing of his house, letting his mind wander. He began filtering through his memories, wondering how he got to this point in his life—all culminating in thoughts of his very first love. Before Cassie, before Lisa, there was Y/N. Y/N had been one of his best friends, and the best thing about her was that she knew about the life. He had met her when they were both 18; she had come to Bobby’s with her dad, who was looking for a text on some nasty monsters they needed to hunt. Y/N’s dad had wanted her to stay behind, which made her mad as hell. Dean remembered it clearly and smiled to himself. 

Dean remembered he was working on one of the many old cars Bobby had in his salvage yard when he heard the door to Bobby's house slam and loud voices. 

“Damn it, Dad! I’m 18, and you can’t treat me like some weak little girl. In my lifetime, I have hunted and killed things that other girls my age think are nightmares.” Her voice was firm and accusatory. 

Dean watched as she placed her hands on her hip and a man about Dean’s dad’s age came out, running a hand through his hair. 

“Y/N, Sweetheart … This is something I need to do. I’m going with John; you can stay here with his sons, get to know them, maybe make some friends.” Her dad walked past her and climbed into the car with John. 

Dean watched as she glared at the car as it drove off. She growled in anger and stomped off into the junkyard. He could see her Y/H/C hair in the distance, and he makes a rash decision. He sees her sitting on the ground right by an old rusty Pontiac Firebird. She was hugging her chest to her knees, her head leaning back looking up at the cloudy sky. Dean knocked on the hood of the car, making her jump. 

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” He smirked at her, leaning up against the car and turning on his charm, “I’m Dean.” He stuck out his hand. 

Y/N huffed and rolled her eyes, “Don’t care. I’m out of here.” 

“You stay right there,” Bobby called as he made his way towards the two teenagers. 

“I’m 18, he can’t tell me what to do, I’ve saved his life and --” 

“And he is trying to keep you alive, girl,” Bobby pointed out, “Or did you forget the last time? How is that leg of yours, by the way?”

Y/N huffed and stomped off deeper into the salvage yard. Dean was about to chase after her when Bobby stopped him. 

“Let her blow off some steam,” Bobby said. “She’s been through a lot.” 

But Dean couldn’t leave her alone. Once Bobby was in the house, he had observed her, quietly and from the shadows. He watched as she took in target practice with her pistol, making clear shots one after the other, never missing her mark. 

When Dean made his presence known, he put his hands up, making sure she wouldn’t shoot him. After that, he worked his charm on her. The two became inseparable, constantly sending messages and making plans whenever their fathers met up for a hunt. 

When Y/N and Dean were allowed to hunt independently, they would find ways to turn them into romantic dates. Nothing says romance more when you are fighting to save the world together. 

Dean was there with her when her father was killed by a wolf. She was there for him when Sam went off to college. Even when John had tried to part them, Y/N stayed by his side, telling John Winchester he could either accept the fact that she wasn’t going anywhere or continue on his revenge hunt on his own. 

Needless to say, his journey with Y/N was filled with bringing Sam back to hunt when John went missing, Finding out that his mother was killed by a Demon, and his father sacrificing himself to save his life. That was the hardest thing for Dean to live with and one that Y/N was both grateful and guilty for. She was grateful to John because he saved the man she loved, guilty because Dean and Sam lost their father, who was full of pain.  

But it didn’t end there. It continued with Sam being taken by Azazel and fighting for his life. Y/N saving him from Jake and Jake being given a chance to try and open the gates of hell. Y/N managed to stop Jake from opening the gates with Bobby and Ellen’s help while Jo helped Sam get the gun to Dean to land the killing blow. 

That night, Dean took Y/N in his arms and asked her to marry him. It was how he and Y/N now ended up in a beautiful two-story home with their kids running around. Sam had gone back to college, their names being cleared with the help of Bobby’s friend, who was able to make his way into the systems to make their records disappear. 

“What are you thinking of, handsome,” her voice called from beside him. 

Dean turned and smiled at her. The light made her shine like an angel as she joined him on the porch swing. 

“How we got here,” Dean sighed, pulling her onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around her, “how we have great kids, and I wouldn’t trade you guys for anything in the world.” 

“We love you too,” Y/N giggled, kissing his lips. “But, you, Mr., need to mow the lawn. It’s getting long, and we don’t need another annoying letter from the homeowners association.” 

Dean let out a groan, “Johnathan,” he bellowed. 

The sound of feet rushing towards the porch alerted them of their son's arrival. 

“Yeah?” their son huffed. “What happened? I was in the middle of seeing if my robot would work. I just finished connecting all the motherboards and programming its---” 

Dean pointed to the lawn and scowled, “didn’t I tell you you had to mow the lawn before you started any big side projects?”  

Jonathan groaned, “awww, come on, Dad.” His shoulders slumped, “why can’t you make Derek do it?! He should learn how to do this stuff too.” 

“I didn’t ask Derek. I asked you,” Dean said as he looked at his eldest son. “ You have a responsibility, so you need to get it done.” Dean continued. 

“But--” 

“You don’t do it. You can kiss driving the Impala on your date with Ally on Friday and settle for a two-parent chaperoned date,” Dean threatened. 

Jonathan sighed and stomped his way to the garage. 

“You ever thought our lives would end up all domestic like this?” Y/N asked once her son was out of earshot. 

“Not really,” Dean admitted. “But I’m glad I get to share it with you.” 

“Me too,” Y/N whispered, bringing into a searing kiss.  

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[flamencodiva]

Trouble on a Slow Night

Description: Dean didn't think turning his Baby into a taxi would bring him trouble. Until it did.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 1157

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Violence, Protective!Dean Winchester (yes that's a warning because it's hot)

Square Filled: Taxi AU

Requested by: @winchest09

Beta'd by: @wonder-cole

Divider by: @firefly-graphics

A/N: Witten for @spndeanbingo

Dean sighed as he drove his car down the road. It was a rare sight to see a black Impala with a Taxi light on the top, but since Dean had to make extra cash, he had no choice. He fitted his car to transport people and track the best way to make money by installing a meter. For the most part, everything seemed to be ordinary. He got as many customers as he could, and most of them were pretty nice, some drunks from time to time, but overall he hadn’t had any trouble.

It was a usual quiet night. Dean was in Kansas City. It was the best place for a taxi since it had a busy nightlife, nothing like Lebanon, but it helped make him good money if he had to drive people home or the airport. On this particular evening, the last thing Dean ever expected was to run into someone that would change his life forever.

As he waited for a customer, he tried to relax in silence. If he couldn’t drive anyone, he’d have to find a different route to pick people up. But at this time of night, it was almost impossible to find people who would use his services on a Tuesday. He was about to doze off when the back door slammed closed, making him jump.

“Drive,” the voice called urgently.

“Woah,” Dean lifted his hands, “hold on, now,” he turned around and froze for a second, seeing the gorgeous eyes of the woman in his back seat. “I gotta know where you’re going, ma’am.”

“I just need you to drive,” she said urgently. “I’ll pay you whatever it costs. I just--”

She was interrupted by the sound of a gunshot and glass shattering.

“Holy shit,” Dean let out as he began to drive away from the scene.

“After them!” a voice shouted. “She has the documents!”

Dean used the rearview mirror to look at the woman in his back seat.

“Who the fuck did you piss off?” Dean yelled as he sped off in the Impala.

“The less you know, the better,” she let out and reached into her purse. “Here’s 5 grand. Take me as far as you can with this.”

Looking around him, Dean made his way towards the motel room where he was holed up with Y/N, the woman who got into his cab that night. He learned a few things as he stuck with her. There was something about her that made him not want to leave her alone. That and the fact that Sam worked with the DA was a big help. He was sure his brother was going to be involved in this one way or another.

Walking into the room, Dean tilted his head when he saw Y/N packing up.

“Going somewhere?” he asked.

“I already troubled you enough,” she said as she turned to face him. “It’s been two months. You have a family and a job. I can’t--”

“Look, I could have left that first night,” Dean let out as he took her bag from her. “But I saw how you were shakin’, and that window I had to fix didn’t sit well with me.” he crossed his arms and leaned on the small table of the room. “Now, you going to tell me the whole story, or am I gonna have to piece it together?”

“I got you in deep enough,” she huffed. “Thank you for getting me in contact with your brother. I’m sure I can make my way to the DA’s office and get into witness protection.”

“All the more reason for me to stick around.” Dean insisted. “That way, I’ll have some peace knowing you’re safe.”

“I already took you away from your work,” she continued to try to grab her bag from him.

“I’m a Taxi driver. I can drive my car with my license anywhere in the state,” Dean huffed. “I’m sticking with you. I can tell you can’t do this alone, so at least let me help.”

Y/N walked into the empty warehouse, the drive she was desperately trying to protect around her neck. Her hand clutching it tightly as if it would protect her from harm.

“See,” a voice said from within the depth of the shadows. “You can follow directions.”

“I was always able to follow directions, Michael,” Y/N snapped back. “I just had the right sense to tell good directions from bad ones.”

“Now, if you want your new boy toy back,” He said, walking into the light dragging a bloodied and beaten Dean, “Then you are going to hand over the drive. No tricks.”

Y/N took a deep breath before she took her steps towards Michael and Dean. Michael had Dean’s mouth taped with duct tape, hands tied behind his back. Y/N took in the injuries Dean sustained. She could see various cuts and bruises on his face and a large bloodstain on his right side.

“Here’s your stupid drive,” Y/N said, pulling the drive from around her neck and holding it out. “Whatever you are doing is not going to help you. It’s only going to make things worse, Michael.”

“That’s what your father said before I killed him,” Michael chuckled. “And yet you don’t seem all that surprised.”

“I found out the night I stole the drive,” Y/N huffed. “I saw all the documents, Michael. Eventually, it’s all going to come back to catch you.”

“Yeah,” Michael said with a shrug, “but not today. See, I’m going to kill Mr. Taxi Driver here, and then you and I are going to hop on a jet to the Caribbean.”

“Yeah,” Y/N sighed, “I don’t think so.”

Michael was about to ask her what she was talking about when Dean broke free of his restraints and tackled him to the ground.

“FBI asshole,” he smirked, “Been chasing you down for a while, Mikey.”

After Michael was carted away by other agents, Y/N walked over to the ambulance where EMTs were tending to Dean’s wounds.

“I guess I owe you and your brother a big thank you,” She said with a smile. “So you were FBI, huh?”

“Your Dad had contacted us before he was murdered,” Dean admitted.

“Still, thank you,” Y/N repeated, leaning over to kiss his cheek.

“You know,” Dean said, holding her hand just as she tried to walk away. “We could get to know each other some more. The case is over and well--”

“Are you asking me on a date?” Y/N asked, a smile adorning her face.

“I mean, if you want,” Dean shrugged, his thumb caressing the back of her hand.

“I think I can fit you into my schedule,” Y/N teased.

Dean let out a laugh before groaning in pain. Y/N, of course, fawning over him. Needless to say, it was the start of a great relationship.

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Hunter Encyclopedia Masterlist

Description:  Y/N has traveled the world and faced every kind of monster imaginable which is why the nickname Hunter Encyclopedia, or H.E. for short has stuck.  She grew up in the hunting business and knew all about the Winchesters and read the Carver Edlund books before they came to ask her for help. Sam is the researcher and Dean is the action man, or at least that is what she thought, but could she have been wrong?

Pairing: Dean x Reader (eventual), Sam x Reader (Platonic Friendship)

Warnings: Supernatural level Violence

I’m A Fan 

2 in the morning  

Impala

The Hunter Batcave 

No Funny Business 

You Smell Good 

Finding A Way Home 

Two Hunters and an Encyclopedia

Secrets are Hard to Keep

I Can't Take it Anymore

This Series is COMPLETE!

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