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zepskies · 8 months

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Hey could I please request headcanons for how Dean would react to reader texting him "she's busy" as a joke, yk kind of like

Dean: Hey baby

Reader: She's busy

I really hope this makes sense and isn't so confusing 😭😭

Ooh I think I know what you mean. 😏

Pairing: Dean Winchester x F. Reader Word Count: 850

Imagine: Texting Dean when he's on a hunt.

Once again, Dean sighed while he waited on his brother.

They were stopped at a 7-Eleven gas station after a hunt, but Dean had long ago filled up Baby's tank. Sam was inside, grabbing a few snacks for the road tomorrow. Supposedly.

Dean fished out his phone from his pocket and texted him.

Hey, Driving Miss Daisy. You good in there?

A couple of minutes later, Sam responded.

Yeah, just getting a few things.

Dean rolled his eyes. Right.

For half an hour? What, you taking a shit or something?

Sam's response was testy, just as Dean predicted.

Dean, give me a minute. Jesus.

Dean sighed, with a roll of his eyes. He scrolled back into his texts and found your name. He was a couple of states over from Lawrence, but still within the same timezone. You should still be awake back at the bunker.

He decided he wanted to hear your voice, let you know that he and Sam were going to catch one more night of rest here at the motel before they made the long drive back home.

But...you didn't answer when he called.

Weird. You were typically a night owl, either watching something or plugging away at your laptop. He tried texting you instead.

Hey, baby. You up?

He eventually saw the three gray dots pop up. You were typing...

She's busy.

Dean frowned. What the hell?

Had you invited someone over? Like Jody or Donna?

But neither of them would've replied like that...so he texted back.

Stop messing around.

Dean tried calling you again, but it went directly to voicemail this time. In came another text from "you."

She'll call you back, dude.

Dean's jaw ticked with annoyance. And despite himself, unease began to creep in and churn his stomach.

What the fuck is this?

She's in the shower. I'll tell her to call you back, no worries.

All right. WHO is this?

Ooh, are you the boyfriend? Yikes lol.

A deep, slow breath made it through Dean's nose. He closed his eyes, counted to ten, reminded himself that he did, in fact, love you.

Then he responded.

Babe, if you don't call me in the next 30 seconds, there's gonna be hell to pay when I get home.

Dean checked his watch and actually counted. About ten seconds passed before his phone rang with an incoming call...from you. He answered.

"Promise?" came your teasing voice. When it ended on a giggle, Dean rolled his eyes and rested his head back on the seat. He blew out a frustrated breath.

"Oh, trust and believe. You're gonna fuckin' get it this time," he said, though his lips curved on a reluctant smirk. You full on laughed at him then.

"You make it too easy," you replied.

He knew this. It wasn't the first time you'd teased him, and he knew it wouldn't be the last.

Still, he couldn't help being a bit irritated this time.

"You know, how would you like it if I did that to you?" he asked. "Wouldn't be so fucking funny then, would it?"

"...Okay. You're right. I'm sorry, baby," came your more contrite voice. But he could still hear your smile. Could imagine the way you might soothe a hand along his arm, if you were here.

"How about I make it up to you?" you offered.

That worked a slow smirk onto his face. "Yeah? What did you have in mind?"

For the next few minutes, you purred into his ear about all the things you'd been thinking of while he was gone. Daydreaming about the talents of his hands, lips, and tongue.

In particular, you reminded him about a certain birthday wish that he still hadn't claimed from a couple weeks ago, when he and Sam got wind of this hunt.

Two weeks really was too damn long, in your opinion. (He agreed with you.)

Now with a half-straining bulge in his jeans, Dean licked his lips and tightened his hand on the leather wheel of the car.

"All right. Sounds like a plan to me, sweetheart," he said, deceptively breezy. As if you'd just told him you planned to make tacos for dinner.

"When are you getting home?" you asked.

He heard the tone of your voice, like black silk. It sent a tendril of heat down his spine, raising the hairs on his forearms.

"Tonight," Dean said. Deeper, a note of gravel in his words. "I'll see you tonight."

"Good." Once again, he heard the smile in your voice. "I love you."

He sighed, and raised a hand to card through his hair.

"Love you too...even though you play too fucking much," he muttered the latter bit.

Your laughter once again reached his ears, reluctantly making him smile.

He hung up with you just before Sam finally opened the passenger seat door and climbed in with two hefty grocery bags. Did he do a whole damn shopping spree in there?

...Whatever. Dean shook his head and started the car.

"Change of plan," he said. "We're heading home."

"What? Thought we were gonna catch a few hours of sleep. It's a long drive, Dean," Sam said, earning his brother's gaze.

"Yeah, well, you'll live," Dean snarked. A more devious grin spread across his face. "I've got a date."

And she's about to get punished.

The Impala's tires screeched as Dean pulled out of the parking lot and onto the main road.

AN: Ha! This one was fun. 😘 Thanks for the prompt!

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lila-lou · 1 month

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✨Youth✨

Summary: After another argument with his wife, Jensen ends up alone in a bar. When he meets you, he is quickly drawn by your carefree youth.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: 18+ only! Smut, dirty talk, rough sex, language, age gap, cheating

Word Count: 4597

A/N: No hate towards anybody. It's just fiction.

English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

It was some Thursday evening when Jensen was sitting alone in a bar in the middle of Austin.

He sat at the counter, nursing a drink, his mind consumed by yet another argument with his wife. For over four interminable years, the thought of divorce had lingered like a shadow at the edge of his consciousness, but the specter of his children and the looming threat of financial ruin held him captive in a loveless marriage.

Lost in his thoughts, he was jolted awake by the approach of a young woman, her youthful allure a stark contrast to the turmoil that churned within him. She flashed him a dazzling smile, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she slid onto the stool beside him.

"Rough night?", she asked, her voice sweet as sugar.

Jensen couldn't help but return her smile, captivated by her radiant presence. "You could say that", he replied, his voice tinged with wistfulness.

Undeterred, the woman leaned in closer, her laughter like a melody in the air. "Well, how about we make it a little less rough?", she suggested, her words laced with a tantalizing promise.

As they bantered back and forth, Jensen found himself drawn to her effortless charm, the weight of his burdens momentarily forgotten in her company. For the first time in years, he allowed himself to indulge in the fantasy of a life unencumbered by responsibility.

As the night wore on, they laughed and flirted, sharing stories and secrets as if they had known each other for a lifetime. And in that fleeting moment of connection, Jensen felt a glimmer of hope stirring within him, a whisper of possibility amidst the chaos of his crumbling marriage.

As the bar began to empty, Jensen reluctantly prepared to bid farewell to the captivating young woman who had momentarily lifted his spirits. With a heavy heart, he watched as she gathered her belongings, preparing to leave.

"Leaving already?", he asked, his voice tinged with regret.

The woman flashed him a warm smile, her eyes sparkling with warmth. "I'm afraid so", she replied, a hint of disappointment in her tone.

But before she could slip away, Jensen reached out, his hand gently clasping her arm. "Wait", he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Surprised, the woman turned back to him, curiosity flickering in her eyes. "Everything okay?", she asked, concern coloring her words.

Jensen hesitated, the weight of his words hanging heavy in the air. "Do you have any plans for the rest of the night?", he asked, his voice tentative.

The woman regarded him for a moment, uncertainty clouding her features. "Not particularly", she admitted. "Why do you ask?".

"How about we grab another drink? Somewhere a little quieter?", he suggested, a glimmer of hope shining in his eyes.

The woman studied him for a moment, her gaze searching his face for any sign of insincerity. But finding none, she returned his smile.

"Sure", she said, her voice filled with newfound enthusiasm. "Lead the way".

With a renewed sense of purpose, Jensen rose from his seat, a surge of anticipation coursing through his veins. And as they stepped out into the cool night air, he allowed himself to forget everything except the girl next to him.

Side by side, they walked through the deserted streets, the sound of their footsteps echoing in the silence.

"So, tell me about yourself", Jensen began, his voice tentative yet eager.

You glanced at him, a playful smile dancing on your lips. "What do you want to know?", you asked, your tone teasing.

Jensen hesitated, unsure of where to begin. But then, emboldened by the anonymity of the night, he decided to take a leap of faith.

"I want to know about the real you", he said, his voice low and earnest. "The parts you don't usually share with strangers".

You regarded him for a moment, your gaze softening with understanding. "Alright", you said. "But fair warning, you asked for it".

As you walked, your conversation drifted effortlessly towards more intimate topics, your words a tapestry of shared confessions and unspoken desires. With each passing moment, Jensen felt himself opening up in ways he never thought possible, the barriers he had erected around his heart slowly crumbling in the presence of you.

And then, your conversation took an even more intimate turn, the topic of your own miserable sex lives hanging heavy in the air like a forbidden fruit waiting to be plucked.

Jensen couldn't shake the feeling of nostalgia that washed over. Your youthful exuberance and carefree spirit reminded him of a time long gone, a time when the world was filled with endless possibilities and the future stretched out before him like an open road.

"You know", he began, his voice tinged with a hint of longing, "I used to have a lot more fun before I got married".

You raised an eyebrow. "Oh, really? Tell me more", you teased.

Jensen chuckled, the memories flooding back with startling clarity. "Back then, I didn't have a care in the world. It was all about living in the moment, seizing every opportunity that came my way", he explained, a smile playing on his lips.

"And the sex", he added, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Fuck, the sex was wild. No rules, no boundaries, just pure, unadulterated passion".

"Sounds like you had quite a few adventurous years", you remarked, a hint of admiration in your voice.

Jensen nodded, a nostalgic twinkle in his eye. "I did", he admitted. "But then life happened, and before I knew it, I was knee-deep in responsibilities and obligations".

As you walked on, Jensen couldn't help but admire your youthful beauty. In your presence, he felt a sense of longing stir within him, a yearning for the carefree days of his youth when the world was his for the taking.

Jensen's voice, low and tinged with longing, broke the silence. "You know", he began, his words carrying a weight of confession, "I miss the thrill of a more adventurous sex life. The… rough stuff".

Your eyes sparkled as you turned to him, a playful smile dancing on your lips. "Oh, I know exactly what you mean", you replied. "But do tell me more".

Jensen took a deep breath, emboldened by your encouragement. "I miss the excitement, the unpredictability", he admitted, his voice tinged with regret. "And the way younger girls bring a certain... something unused to the experience".

"I just want a man who knows how to take charge", you confessed.

You continued and told Jensen what you liked in bed and how no one had really managed to do it for you before

Jensen found himself growing increasingly aroused by your confession, his thoughts consumed by fantasies of fulfilling your deepest desires. Feeling a stirring of nervous excitement, Jensen’s heart raced as he struggled to contain the torrent of desire that threatened to consume him. Yet, emboldened by your candidness, he couldn’t resist the urge to flirt back, his words dripping with innuendo and suggestion.

“You have no idea what your words do to me”, he whispered, his voice husky with desire.

His words, laden with longing and need, sent a shiver of excitement coursing down your spine.

A nervous giggle escaped your lips as you met his gaze, your own desire mirrored in the depths of his eyes. "Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea", you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. "But I want to hear you say it".

Jensen's breath hitched at your response, his heart pounding in his chest. "I want you", he confessed, his voice raw with need. "I want to fuck you so good until you beg me to stop”.

Your pulse quickened at his declaration, your body thrumming with anticipation as you felt the heat of his gaze upon you.

Feeling a surge of excitement, you took Jensen's hand in yours, your touch sending a jolt of electricity coursing through his veins. You leaned in close, your lips brushing against his ear as you whispered, "Follow me".

Jensen's heart raced at your command, his desire for you reaching a fever pitch as he eagerly complied. With a sense of urgency, you set off through the streets, as you made your way towards your apartment.

And as you finally reached your building, the air hummed with the promise of what was to come.

With a sense of urgency, you led Jensen inside, your movements confident and sure.

With a seductive smile, you shrugged off your jacket, letting it fall to the floor in a silent invitation. Your movements were fluid and graceful, each sway of your hips sending a surge of desire coursing through Jensen's veins.

As you moved towards the kitchen, you cast a playful glance over your shoulder, catching Jensen's eye with a knowing smirk. Without a word, you reached into the fridge, retrieving two ice-cold beers and popping the caps off with a deft twist of your wrist.

Jensen couldn't tear his gaze away as you bent down to grab the beers, the curve of your ass accentuated by the tight fabric of your dress. His pulse quickened at the sight.

With a saucy grin, you straightened up, holding out one of the beers to Jensen with a playful wink. "Thirsty?", you purred.

Jensen nodded, his mouth suddenly dry as he accepted the beer from your outstretched hand. "You have no fucking idea", he replied, his voice husky with desire.

Your fingers brushed for a fleeting moment, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through you both. You settled onto the couch, your bodies inches apart.

Jensen´s heart raced with anticipation as he shifted closer, his body instinctively drawn to yours like a moth to a flame.

Feeling your presence beside him, Jensen's senses heightened, every movement and gesture amplified by the intoxicating allure of your proximity. He licked his lips nervously, his gaze flickering to your face as he struggled to contain the desire that burned within him.

Meanwhile, you sat nearby, your gaze fixed on Jensen with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. Your face rested in your hand, your arm casually draped over the back of the sofa as you observed the unfolding scene with keen interest.

Jensen's breathing grew heavy as he felt your eyes on him. With a shaky breath, he turned his face towards you, his lips parting in a silent question.

"What do you think about?", he asked, his voice husky.

Your lips curved into a knowing smile as you met his gaze. “I think", you replied, your voice low and sultry, "that you're thinking about the same thing I am".

Jensen's pulse quickened at your words. With a hungry look in his eyes, he leaned closer, his breath mingling with yours as he whispered, "And what might that be?".

Your smile widened into a playful grin as you also leaned in closer, your lips tantalizingly close to his ear. "I think", you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper, "that we're both thinking about how good it's going to feel when you finally bury yourself deep inside me ".

With a primal growl of need, Jensen closed the distance between the two of you, his lips crashing against yours in a passionate kiss.

Your mouths moved together in a heated dance of tongues and lips. Jensen's hands roamed eagerly over your body, tracing every curve.

Feeling you respond to his touch, Jensen's desire intensified, his need for you becoming a relentless ache deep within his core. With a bold move, he pulled you onto his lap, the heat of your body pressing against his.

As you continued to kiss, Jensen's arousal surged, his erection straining against the confines of his now uncomfortably tight jeans. The ache between his legs only served to fuel his desire, his need for release.

With a low groan of frustration, Jensen shifted uncomfortably, the pressure of his arousal pressing insistently against your body. He could feel the heat of you through the thin fabric of your clothing, each touch sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through him.

But even as his desire threatened to consume him, Jensen couldn't tear himself away from your lips. With each kiss, each caress, he felt himself falling deeper under your spell, lost in a whirlwind of passion and longing that left him dizzy with need.

As you pressed yourself tighter against Jensen's throbbing arousal, a low growl of desire escaped his lips.

With a husky voice, Jensen whispered into your ear, his words dripping with desire. "You feel so good against me", he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. "I can't wait to make you feel even better".

Your breath hitched at his words, a shiver of anticipation running down your spine. You leaned back, exposing your neck to him. Unable to resist the temptation, Jensen trailed kisses along the curve of your neck, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He savored the taste of your skin, the sweetness driving him crazy.

As he kissed your neck, your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer with a sense of urgency. Your nails grazed lightly against his scalp.

As Jensen's hands moved to pull off your clothes, a surge of primal desire consumed him. With each garment removed, he admired the youthful beauty of your body, his gaze lingering on your curves with a hunger that bordered on obsession.

"You're so beautiful", he whispered, his voice thick with desire. "I could spend hours touching every inch of you".

Your cheeks flushed with a mixture of excitement and anticipation as you met his gaze, your eyes smoldering with desire. "I want you", you confessed, your voice breathless with need. "I need you".

With a hungry look in his eyes, Jensen continued to admire your naked form, his hands tracing the contours of your skin

"Fuck, you're perfect", he breathed, his voice husky with longing.

As Jensen's lips trailed down your neck, a soft moan escaped your lips, the sensation sending shivers of pleasure coursing through your body. With each kiss, each suck, you felt yourself growing more and more aroused.

"Oh, Jensen", you gasped, your voice thick with desire. "That feels so good"-

Encouraged by your response, Jensen continued his ministrations, his lips and tongue exploring every inch of your exposed skin. The softness of your flesh driving him wild with desire.

As he reached your breasts, Jensen's mouth watered at the sight of them, their perfect shape and form calling out to him like a siren's song. With a sense of reverence, he took one of your nipples into his mouth, suckling gently as he teased it with his tongue.

Your breath hitched at the sensation, your hands tangling in Jensen's hair as you arched your back, offering yourself up to him completely.

"Jensen", you moaned, your voice a breathless plea.

Without a word, Jensen scooped you up into his arms, carrying you towards your bedroom with a sense of urgency. He stumbled through the darkness, your bodies pressed together in a frantic embrace.

Finally, you reached your bedroom.

You knelt down before Jensen. With shaky fingers, you reached for his belt, your movements slow and uncertain as you struggled to control yourself.

Jensen watched you with a mixture of amusement and desire, his ego swelling with satisfaction at the sight of your submission.

With a deep breath, you continued to undress him. As you pulled down his jeans to reveal the full extent of his arousal, your breath caught in your throat at the sight, your eyes widening.

"Come on, sweetheart", he murmured. "I know you can handle it."

Your heart raced at his words, a shiver of fear running down your spine as you gazed up at him. His size intimidated you, but a part of you craved the challenge, the thrill of pushing your limits and surrendering yourself completely to him.

Jensen smirked at your reaction.

With a newfound determination, you reached out to touch him, your fingers still trembling as you wrapped them around his throbbing length.

His size was more than you were accustomed to, and you struggled to take him fully into your mouth. With each attempt, you bobbed your back and forth, your lips stretched tight around him as you tried to accommodate his girth.

Jensen groaned in pleasure as he felt your warm mouth enveloping him, your efforts to please him driving him wild with desire. He watched with a mixture of arousal and amusement as you struggled with his size, your determination to please him evident in every movement.

"That's it, baby", he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Take as much as you can".

Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment at your inability to fully satisfy him, but you refused to give up. You redoubled your efforts, your tongue swirling around him as you tried to find a rhythm that worked for both of you.

Jensen's pleasure intensified as he felt your efforts, your dedication to pleasing him.

As Jensen's desire reached a crescendo, he felt a surge of primal instinct take hold. With a commanding grip, he gently guided your head, urging you to take him deeper into your mouth.

Your breath caught in your throat as you felt Jensen's firm hand guiding your movements. Despite your initial apprehension, you surrendered to his touch, allowing him to take control as you continued to pleasure him.

Jensen groaned in pleasure as he felt your lips tighten around him, your mouth stretching. With each thrust, he felt himself growing closer to the edge.

Your breath came in short, ragged gasps as you struggled to keep up with Jensen's pace. Your throat constricted around him as you fought to take him in, the sensation both overwhelming and exhilarating.

With a gasp for air, you pushed against his thighs, desperately trying to free yourself from his grasp.

Sensing your distress, Jensen quickly stepped out of his jeans, releasing you from his hold. With a swift motion, he pushed you roughly onto the bed, his movements fueled by a desire to claim you completely.

You lay beneath him, your chest heaving with exertion as you tried to catch your breath. Your eyes widened in anticipation as Jensen spread your legs apart, his gaze fixated on your glistening folds with hunger.

Jensen's breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight before him, the sight of your young and glistening pussy filling him with an overwhelming sense of desire. "You're so beautiful", he murmured, his voice husky with lust. "So perfect".

Your cheeks flushed with arousal at his words, your body quivering with anticipation as you awaited his touch. Jensen leaned in close, his lips grazing against your inner thigh as he teased you with his proximity.

As Jensen's lips met your delicate skin, a shudder of pleasure ran through your body, your senses overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. With each gentle kiss, each teasing caress, you felt yourself melting under his touch, your arousal building with every passing second.

Jensen's tongue traced a path along your inner thigh, sending shivers of anticipation coursing through your veins. You arched your back, your breath hitching in your throat as you yearned for his touch, your body trembling with desire.

Jensen closed the distance between you, his lips finding your glistening folds. He savored the taste of you, the sweetness of your arousal.

Your moans filled the air as Jensen's skilled tongue danced across your sensitive flesh, sending waves of pleasure crashing over you in relentless waves. You clung to the sheets beneath you, your fingers digging into the fabric as you surrendered yourself completely to the ecstasy of the moment.

With each flick of his tongue, each suck, Jensen brought you closer and closer to the edge, his expert ministrations pushing you to the brink of ecstasy. And as you teetered on the edge of oblivion, you gave yourself over to the pleasure completely, your body trembling with the force of your release.

But before you could catch your breath, Jensen was upon you, his desire for you burning like a wildfire. He positioned himself between your trembling thighs, his throbbing length poised at the entrance to your tight, quivering heat.

Your eyes widened in anticipation as you felt Jensen's hardness pressing against you, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body. You were so tight, so achingly perfect, that Jensen found himself completely overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment.

With a primal growl of need, Jensen pushed himself inside you, his cock sinking into your depths with a force that took both of you by surprise. You gasped in pleasure as you felt him fill you completely, your body stretching to accommodate his size.

Jensen's breath came in ragged gasps as he began to move, his hips rocking rhythmically against yours as he plunged deeper and deeper into your warmth. With each thrust, he felt himself growing more and more lost in the heat of their passion.

As Jensen surrendered to the intoxicating pleasure of your union, he couldn't help but marvel at the tightness of your young body.

"You're so tight, baby", he groaned, his voice thick with lust as he buried himself deeper inside you. "So fucking tight".

Your breath caught in your throat at his words, a shiver of pleasure coursing through you as you felt him filling.

“Bet you wish your wife was as tight as me, huh?”, you teased, moaning.

"You think you're tighter?", he growled, his voice low and husky with desire. "Let me show you how tight you can be".

With a hungry gleam in his eyes, Jensen's thrusts grew more forceful, his need for you pushing him to new heights.

"Is that all you've got?", you taunted, your voice laced with desire as you egged him on. "I thought you were supposed to be a real man".

Jensen's grip tightened around your throat, his dominance asserting itself as he pressed you into the mattress with a primal force. "You have no idea what a real man can do", he growled, his voice rough with desire.

You gasped as Jensen's fingers dug into your skin, the mixture of pleasure and pain driving you wild with need. "Show me", you whispered.

You moaned loudly as the intensity of Jensen's thrusts grew, the force of his movements bruising your delicate flesh and causing you to wince in discomfort. But even as you struggled to catch your breath, your desire for him burned hotter than ever.

Feeling your resistance waning, Jensen's grip tightened around your throat even more, with a force that left you seeing stars. The sensation of his hands around your neck sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body, the line between pain and pleasure blurring into a haze of desire.

Your body trembling with the force of your arousal. With each thrust, each choked gasp for air, you felt herself teetering on the edge of oblivion.

"You're such a slut for me, aren't you?", he growled, his voice thick with lust as he pounded into you relentlessly. "You love it when I treat you rough, don't you?".

Your breath hitched at his words, a flush of arousal spreading across your skin. Despite the growing ache in your body, you couldn't deny the electric thrill of the intensity.

"Yes", you gasped, your voice barely a whisper.

Emboldened by your response, Jensen's movements grew even more aggressive, his hands gripping your hips with a force that left bruises in their wake.

With a rough shove, Jensen you onto your stomach, his desire to dominate you overpowering any concerns for your comfort. As he pushed into you from behind with even more force, you cried out in ecstasy, your body quivering with pleasure.

"You're just a little whore, aren't you?", he snarled, his voice low as he pounded into you relentlessly. "You love it when I use you like this, don't you?".

"Yes", you moaned.

Jensen´s hand coming down in a sharp slap against your exposed flesh.

You gasped as the sting of his hand sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body, your skin tingling with the sensation. Despite the pain, you found yourself craving more, your desire for him overwhelming any concerns for your own comfort.

"Such a naughty little slut", Jensen growled.

“I want more", you gasped.

Jensen continued to deliver sharp slaps to your ass, each one sending you closer to the brink of ecstasy.

As your orgasm washed over you in a tidal wave of pleasure, your body clenched around Jensen with a newfound intensity, driving him to the brink of madness. Every muscle in your body tensed with the force of your release, your inner walls pulsating rhythmically around him as waves of ecstasy crashed over you.

Jensen groaned as he felt your tightness envelop him completely, the sensation driving him wild with desire. With each pulsating throb of your inner muscles, he felt himself growing closer and closer to the edge, his need for release becoming almost unbearable.

But even as he teetered on the brink of ecstasy, Jensen refused to let himself succumb to the overwhelming pleasure. With a low growl, he continued to pound into you with force.

"You like that, huh?", he growled. "You like feeling me deep inside you, filling you up?".

"Yes", you gasped again. "I want you to fuck me harder. I want to feel you deep inside me".

His grip on your hips tightening with each rough thrust

As your passion reached its peak, Jensen and you surrendered yourselves completely to the fiery intensity of your desire. With one final, primal thrust, Jensen buried himself deep inside you, his body trembling with the force of his release.

You cried out in ecstasy as you felt him pulsating within you, another climax crashing over you in a tidal wave of pleasure.

With a guttural moan of satisfaction, Jensen collapsed against you, your bodies entwined in a tangled mess of limbs and sweat.

You couldn't help but grin as you watched Jensen catch his breath, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. With a playful glint in your eyes, you reached out to trace a finger along the contours of his face.

After a while, Jensen rose from the bed and began to dress, a sense of bittersweet reality settled over the room.

You watched him with a mixture of longing and resignation, your heart heavy. As he buttoned up his shirt, Jensen turned to face you, a hesitant expression on his face.

"Can I... can I get your number?", he asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty. You paused for a moment, your gaze meeting his with a mixture of sadness and resolve.

"I'm sorry", you replied gently. "But that was my last one-night stand. I'm looking for something more serious now".

Jensen's heart sank at your words, a pang of regret coursing through him. "But", you continued, your voice tinged with warmth, "if you ever decide to truly make a change and get a divorce, hit me up”.

With a nod, Jensen absorbed your words, a mixture of emotions swirling within him. He gathered his belongings, a sense of longing tugging at his heart as he made his way to the door.

As he stepped out into the night, the cool air washing over him, Jensen couldn't shake the feeling of hope that stirred within him. Perhaps one day, when he was truly ready to make a change, he would find his way back to you.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰

#jensen ackles #smut #rough kink #teasing #jensen x y/n #jensen ackles x you #jensen ackles x reader #jensen x reader #jackles #dirty talk #soldier boy #dean winchester

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starstiels · 7 months

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dean calling cas huggy bear is something so special to me like. why did you do that. what was the reason. angel lover

#and also dean calling cas sunshine ?? like what #sunshine is the only pet name dean uses for cas once they get together #and huggy bear when he's teasing #other than that he sticks with his buddy dude man thing #sometimes he'll call him angel but only when he's really tired #sorry i love them #spn #supernatural #dean winchester #castiel #destiel #deancas

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raisedmefromperdition · 1 year

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I ventured over to r/Supernatural to see how the other side lives and. You guys.

BUT THEN. This response got zero upvotes! Zero! It really is a different world.

#madness I tell you #there was one comment agreeing but still #ZERO #supernatural #r/supernatural #lighearted teasing I swear #a genuine cultural divide #Dean Winchester

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femmedefandom · 4 months

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contrary to Lorelai’s loud verbalisation on the matter, she liked Dean because she never saw him and Rory on their own…she hated Jess because she only saw them under scrutiny.

#gilmore girls #lorelai gilmore #rory gilmore #anti dean forester #jess mariano #jess x rory #lorelai’s unreasonable hatred of jess #she saw dean change the water bottle and tease her daughter during movie nights and light hearted conversation at the diner #she didn’t see the way he yelled at rory or brought her to tears or intimidated her physically #she didn’t see how Rory’s disagreement or feelings were disregarded or diminished or how this perfect boyfriend wasn’t so perfect #she didn’t see how rory and Jess bantered or the smiles they shared or how they tried so hard to make it work #she was so vocal about her support for dean and disgust for jess that rory couldn’t even tell her the good things #like how jess was working so much because he needed the money to buy distillers tickets so they could see a band they both enjoy #or how he promised to be better on the next FND visit #or how it was Jess who created the care package #or how he was always supportive of her aspirations and a good listener to her worries

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angelsdean · 1 year

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and what if i started 'dean is too nice to sam' truthing ?

#well. publicly. bc i already am truthing that sdjkfjd #LISTEN. this show was really really bad at portraying actual sibling dynamics dfkdgk like half their fights would not be that deep irl #like oh you tried to kill me? ok well here's a funny picture of dog and also that's you ok lets go get food #dean as the eldest sibling should've told sam 'i'm right bc i'm the oldest do what i say' like. alllll the time #bc he's right and he's the oldest :) and sam just has to accept that he will ALWAYS be the baby even at 39 yrs old #esp dean being a parentified older sibling like. sam is simultaneously his annoying lil brother AND his pseduo-child #even if sam doesn't want to acknowledge that dean was his main most stable parental figure growing up it doesn't change the fact that #for dean that's what sam is. and so oscillating between the two roles of older brother and parent makes for a complicated dynamic #where you'll like. die for them. but also tease them mercilessly and call them a lil freak and weirdo #(but if anyone else did that you'd punch them out)#but yea. canon dean. too nice.#should've teased him more and gotten into more play fights + actual fights that end w/ them laughing + getting slushies at the gas 'n' sip #siblings siblings #vic.txt

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annmariethrush · 2 months

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there is some parallel universe where Destiel went canon in Season 6 and the show just… didn’t change. Dean and Cas just happened to be dating. They don’t stand any closer together. Sam still has to intervene when they fight. They don’t ever talk about it. Dean still flirts with every woman that breathes until after the widower arc. It’s just. It’s the same show.

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itzvintagevibez · 11 months

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Lady Leonora Lesso x Female Reader - Killer Dean

{it is recommended that you listen to the song while reading it helps for a better understanding}

Requests; OPEN

Pairing; Lady Leonora Lesso x Female Never Teacher Reader

Category; I don't know

Warning(s); Mentions of blood, and possible killing, cursing

POV; Professor Clarissa Dovey finally asks Y/n about her secret girlfriend that no one knows about but the things Y/n says of her girlfriend are cruel-some and Dovey is left in shock and fear.

Friendships between Evers and Nevers weren't that possible or normal to be seen but since the unison of the schools of both good and evil, things have changed...for the good of course and everyone's more social and enthusiastic which hasn't been seen for over 200 years by both schools.

So there they laid on the ground in the Ever garden looking at clouds. Two close friends who never thought to have close in the first place. "Y/n?" A hum was sent to the golden dean or the previous dean of good. "You never told me about your secret girlfriend, yet" the dean looks over to the female beside her who just continued to look at the clouds with a wide smile forming on her mouth. "Yet" "Excuse me?" the dean asked looking back to the clouds. "You said I haven't told you them, yet, meaning I will someday not now" it was now the previous never teacher's turn to look at the woman beside with a cheeky grin knowing how her friend would react.

"Oh come on Y/n! You've been saying that for the past weeks!" "And I'm sure they're still more weeks to go by till you'll see her" "And why's that?" "She went away for a lil-trip and won't be coming back until supposedly next week or the week after" "Oh, when did she leave?" "Last night" the golden fairy squinted her eyebrows. "That's the same time Lesso left for a lil-trip as well, although I don't know where really" "Mhm" "Do I know your mysterious girlfriend?" "Quite so, yes you do" "Please Y/n just tell me who it is, or at-least describe them for me!" "Describe?" "Yeah what is she like? do? enjoy? her backstory? anything really!" "Anything?" Y/n says looking over to her best friend who was already looking at her with the biggest grin on her face. "Mhm!" "Alright then!" Y/n gets up and sits down, using her finger glow to magically appear a book filled with all the fairy-tales of heroes and villains. Flipping through the pages she stops once she reaches the one she has been looking for and smirk forms on her face and she glances at her golden friend who looked more than amused.

There is this girl, the most beautiful in the world

She has all the boys in town wrapped 'round her finger, oh

She would walk the halls and everyone would whisper and talk

'Cause all the girls in town wanna be her

Dovey looks eagerly at Y/n, her eyes filled with curiosity and excitement and Y/n smirked at this. Phase one of the plan was already in place and from looks of it, soon phase 7 shall be complete.

But behind those emerald eyes, she's a devil in disguise

The prom has blood on her hands

Every boy and girl she dates disappears without a trance

So be careful if she asks you to dance

She's a motherfucking killer queen, a psychopath at 17

A beauty in a blood stained dress

The look of curiosity in Dovey's eyes faded to be erupted by something else, fear.

She'll fill your heart with kerosene

And light you up till you can't breath

If you cross her path you just might end up dead

Y/n switches up the lyrics to not only show that her girlfriend is a victim but to also disclaim that her life was torture and killing people who wronged her and others was only her way of getting revenge.

There is this girl who was broken by the world

'Cause every day at school they'd push and shove her, oh

Getting up from the ground, Dovey and Y/n's surroundings change into darkness till a flashback imagery appears, showing a young and naïve redheaded girl getting mocked and abused by her agemates and her witnessing other people like her getting made of as joke as well and clear rage is seen in her eyes as her hands clench into a stone cold fist.

But she had a plan, one day she would get her revenge

And those cheerleaders and jocks would be six feet under

But behind those angel eyes, lies a devil in surprise

The prom queen has killed for her crown

Every boy and girl she seeks never comes back in one piece

So be careful when she tries to ask you out

The girl had given herself an entire makeover to turn what others saw as plain to stunning. Everyone boy in town loved her, for her looks of course and the girls all envied her. She would ask out all the boys who mocked her for being unattractive and murder them the next day without living any traces towards her.

She's a motherfucking killer queen, a psychopath at 17

A beauty in a blood stained dress

She'll fill you up with kerosene

And light you up till you can't breath

If you break her heart you just might lose your head.

She'd invited all the girls who bullied her to a sleepover and end their lives within their sleeps, one by one.

She's dancing by herself

She's crowned the queen of hell

Tears will sink into her skin

She's gonna get revenge

You're all gonna know her name

She's the one and only killer queen

The imagery changes to show an older looking version of the girl. Her red hair is no longer straight but instead a curly mess. A black cane within the palms of her hands and her rosy pink lips form a sinister smile. Her eyes, however, are merely covered by a shadow but with a blink of an eye you could see a sort of emerald spark shine through one of them.

She's a motherfucking killer dean, a psychopath at 17

A beautiful and broken mess

She'll fill your heart with kerosene

And light you up till you can't breath

If you break her heart you just might meet your end.

"So you're telling me that you're girlfriend is actually a serial killer on the loose?" Dovey asks with a bit of panic. "Yes but she would never kill me." "Really?" "I don't know, to be honest, it all depends on whether or not she'll love me till the end because I know I would never leave her." "But why? she's basically a Jeffery Dahmer with no control, expect the part of cannibalism!" "I love her because I know that under all of flaws and beauty, there's a broken girl who never got the chance to experience love cause everyone as always against her." Y/n finishes changing back their surroundings back to the garden. The book she held disappeared into thin air and she laid down on the ground once again, going back to watch the clouds.

"Okay but could I ask you something?" "Sure, go ahead." "What did you mean by 'killer dean'?" "Seriously? even after that whole song you still couldn't guess who I was talking about?" "No! Like- I have a hunch but I don't know if it's right" "Just say it." "Is it Lesso?" Y/n just merely sighs, turning her head to her friend and nodding her head. "Are you mad?" "What? No! Why would I be mad?" "I mean, I don't know whether or not you're cool with homosexuals or not so I assumed that-" "Well don't assume, I have no problem with you and your preferences, it's who you are, you have to embrace it, is that why you've been so secretive about her?" "Yeah, I mean if you hadn't found out that day, there's a high chance that I would have never told you, so I'm glad you found out." "I'm glad too."

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I was bored and this has been in my drafts since last year so I was like...sure why not?

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fancycroissantgothparty · 2 years

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Denial is a heavy weight to bare

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#wg teasing #Wg progression #Chubby!dean Winchester #supernatural #dean winchester #spn #myart #sam winchester #Prompt #Wincest

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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 2 years

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𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍: Blood Play w/ Dean Winchester

a/n: another short one. i feel like since i don't know how to write for some of these, short fics just work the best! this one is for my dean people, since i made it gender neutral reader!

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You're beginning to think that there's not a day that goes by that Dean isn't bleeding; either that be getting his ass kicked by every supernatural creature out there, his brother, other hunters, even himself. It's like he was a ticking time bomb, and you thought it would have calmed down as he had got older, but you found yourself perched in his lap, stitching a narly cut on his eyebrow.

“One of these days Dean, I'm just gonna let you bleed out.” You huffed, carefully pushing the needle through his skin. He hissed, but the pain didn't stop him from making a witty remark, “You know you couldn't and wouldn't, sweetheart. You'd miss me too much.” He finished off with a smirk. “Oh yeah,” You teased, a smile of your own growing on your face, “Oh how I'd miss the blood stained clothes.” He grabbed you by your wrists, his thumbs rubbing your pulse points. “Dean, you have to let me finish this.” He silenced you with a kiss, the blood of his cut open lip smearing on your own.

“Dean..” You whispered, your hips moving in shallow thrusts against his own. The metallic taste on your tongue did strange things to you, your hands dropping the needle, the small thing falling to the floor of his room with a ‘tink!’

He groaned before pulling away, releasing your wrists so that one of his fingers could swipe at the corner of your lip where his blood lay.

“Look at you.” He murmered. “What were saying about letting me bleed out again?”

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zepskies · 3 months

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Headcanon: Teasing him under the table.

Pairings: Dean Winchester x F. Reader, Beau Arlen x F. Reader, Soldier Boy/Ben x F. Reader

AN: This was requested by this lovely anon:

Could you please write an imagine or something of all three boys (Dean: love the plus-sized one-shots; Ben from BMD: love your interpretation of The Boys; and Beau) - and how would they react to their girlfriends giving them a footsie? 👀

I'm interpreting this as a "playing footsie" moment lol.

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only! Flirting, innuendo, and some smuttiness. (You know Ben. 🙄)

Headcanon: How Dean, Beau, and Ben would react to you teasing him under the table.

Dean Winchester

Because of the request, I had the Espresso-verse version of Dean and the reader in mind, but this can be general Dean x Reader too.

Dean is playful by nature. (AKA: a professional flirt.)

He enjoys working you up, but he enjoys it even more when you're confident enough to tease him back...even if it somehow always surprises him.

But he's been driving you crazy all damn day. Throughout the whole damn hunt.

Flirty smiles, suggestive quips masked as "innocent" remarks, brief touches to your arm, the small of your back, guiding you by your hip, a thumb swiping under your shirt and against your skin, lightly pressing into your curves...

It's all "normal," except for the deeper, suggestively teasing glint in his eyes.

He's in a good mood, and he wants you to know it.

And it's all in front of Sam, who knows the game you two are playing. Sometimes he smiles in both amusement and fondness, and he looks away to allow you guys your moment. Sometimes he rolls his eyes, or just tries to ignore it when he's had enough of you two eye-fucking in plain sight.

Dean knows what his touch does to you, but you know one or two of his weaknesses too...

When the hunt is finally over, the three of you find the closest diner to the motel you're staying at.

Dean orders the greasiest burger you've ever seen. He also teases Sam for already looking for the next case with his laptop at the table.

Dean glances over, his lips starting to curve as he licks a bit of burger juice off his fingers. He looks at you dead in the eyes while he sucks his digits clean.

He's equal parts noisy and disgusting. But damn him, your hand tightens around your glass of water. Your lips press together, and so do your legs. You nudge his foot with your boot and raise your brows. Stop it.

He pouts, and he nudges your foot right back. Make me.

You tilt your head at him. Adopting a certain smile, you slide your foot across the floor, under the table, and graze his calf with the side of your boot.

Dean's lips twitch. Sam is seemingly oblivious as he continues researching on his laptop.

Your foot travels higher up Dean's leg, up the inside of his thigh. You only gasp a little when he suddenly reaches down and grabs your ankle. His resulting smirk is salacious, even as he challenges you with his eyes. What're you gonna do now?

You contemplate exactly that, when his brother's voice startles you.

"Can you guys do me a favor and quit it?" Sam asks. He doesn't even look up from his laptop. "At least wait until we get home."

You bite your lip and blush. Both you and Dean fight harder smiles at being caught.

"No one likes a killjoy, Sammy," Dean remarks. Sam just sends his brother a dry look.

Dean's amusement remains. He taps on your ankle in contemplation, but after a moment, he lets you go. He grabs his phone and texts you under the table.

"Quickie out back?"

You grimace, then you text him back.

"Gross, babe. There are things I promised myself I'd never do in a public bathroom."

"So...meet you in 5? Come on, I'll do that thing you like. 😈"

His stupid grin, his stupid face, his long fingers tapping on the tabletop (somehow, even that is suggestive). It all eventually breaks you down.

"...Ugh, fine," you reply. You slide out of your chair first. But as you walk past him, you let your fingers brush down his neck — in a way that always makes a little shiver run down his spine. You smirk in satisfaction as you walk away.

He might've started it, but you could damn well finish it.

Beau Arlen

Oh, my dear cowboy sheriff...

Beau is also a jokester. He takes his work and the people in his life seriously, but he likes to keep things "loose." Perhaps it's a coping mechanism, but it's mostly just his way of going through life.

Tonight, however, is a tense dinner with your parents, Beau, Emily, and his parents that are visiting from Houston.

It's a nice steakhouse, more high scale than you or Beau are used to, but your parents insisted on it. Beau's parents are good-natured and full of southern charm. They're just happy to see their son and granddaughter, let alone meet his girlfriend for the first time.

The night is only tense because, as much as you love your parents, they're not sure about you dating a man with such a dangerous job.

They also have a thing about appearances, and the fact that he's divorced and has a child who isn't yours, and frankly, all the things you don't give a rat's ass about.

Your back is ramrod straight in your chair (there's a tightness in your spine that comes every time your mom taps you on the hand with her fork to remind you not to slouch).

You can't even really taste what you're eating, because you're too focused on making sure your parents don't say anything insulting to Beau and his family.

Then a boot taps against your open-toed heel. You glance over at your boyfriend, and he's already wearing a smile. He gives you a teasing wink as he eats a forkful of mashed potatoes.

Your stress begins to melt, just like that. God, this man.

You smile back at him and take a calming sip of wine. Your mom begins to talk about her upcoming tupperware party. Your smile deepens, but not because of that.

You playfully tap your foot on Beau's without looking at him.

You feel his discreet stare on the side of your face, but you pretend to be invested in your mom's conversation about tupperware. (I mean really, I thought those parties went extinct. Apparently, not in the Midwest.)

Beau's foot nudges yours back. You hook your toes under the hem of his pant leg, inching it up and up...

He retaliates with a hand drifting down your thigh, over the skirt of your dress. He grabs just above your knee and squeezes. Your leg jerks up on reflex, and your knee hits under the table hard enough to rattle the silverware, making you yelp.

The whole table looks over at you in both surprise and concern. (Your mother more in disapproval.)

Beau bites his lip against a deeper smile.

"You okay there, baby?" he asks.

"Sorry, my foot slipped," you lie through a tight smile. When you turn to him, your eyes narrow a fraction, promising retribution. You grab his hand tightly, but he just uses the motion to bring yours up to his lips.

Beau looks forward to whatever you plan to dish out next, as long as you wait until after dessert.

Soldier Boy (Ben)

Aw hell, this guy. 😂 I'm imagining BMD-verse Ben for this one...

Ben has a decent sense of humor, but he doesn't often like to be teased.

He'd rather be respected.

But you love to tease him anyway.

You also know his "limits," but it doesn't stop you from figuratively tap dancing all over them when you have the opportunity. You're slowly but surely trying to get him to loosen up.

Sometimes though, it bites you in the ass.

Like tonight, when you've gotten him to come with you to a Broadway show. You two have your own private booth on the second floor balcony. (He likes the privacy, and it's safer for you, as he's argued.)

20 minutes in, and you can already tell he's gotten bored. To be fair, it's a drama that's admittedly a bit dry and slow. You don't want him to walk out before the intermission, so you start to hatch an idea...

Your legs are crossed, and you draw your high-heel slowly against the side of his foot. When he glances over you, you pretend to be invested in the show. Your arms are crossed over your black dress that falls to mid-thigh. Your jacket is draped across your lap.

You brush the thin point of your heel across the top of his shoe, then inch it up under his pant leg, higher and higher.

Until Ben's hand finally grabs hold of your knee. Biting your lip, you turn to him with a smile.

"Do you mind? I'm watching the show," you tell him. He allows you to peel his hand of your leg and place it back in his lap. You cross your legs in the opposite direction.

Ben raises his brows. His lips twitch slightly, but he seems to acquiesce, relaxing back in his seat.

For a while, you actually watch the play. You become invested in the story and the characters by the time it gets halfway through Act 1.

That's when you feel a strong hand slowly slip down your thigh and between your legs, slowly rucking up the skirt of your dress.

You try to stifle a gasp as you look over at Ben. He doesn't meet your hot stare, but his hand is certainly on the move, covered by your jacket. He brushes against your panties.

Against your better judgment, you let him spread your legs wider. A smile finally crosses his face. His fingers hook around your underwear and brush between your folds. You let out a shaky breath and shift in your seat.

You know you should stop him, but you can't help the warm coil of arousal starting pool in your lower belly, and between your legs. Ben feels it with a smirk. His fingers find your clit with ease.

"Ben," you gasp, warning him in a heated whisper.

He leans over and presses a raspy kiss to your neck, thanks to his beard.

"Perks of a private room," he says. His voice is a low rumble in your ear.

You start to shake your head. You know you started this, but you also know him. This has the potential to go off the rails very quickly.

"This isn't a room. We're on a damn balcony," you breathe out, even as his fingers continue to work you over. You bite your lip to stifle a moan. "Anyone could—"

"Who gives a fuck?" Ben says gruffly.

As usual, his raunchy brand of logic (and his talented hands) manage to persuade you to give in.

AN: lol I had fun with this one. Let me know what you think! 💜

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theweirdymcweirderson · 2 years

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Till death do us part - Dean Winchester

Author: theweirdymcweirderson

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester

Relationships: Dean Winchester×Reader

Word count: 1247

Warnings: Teasing, fake dating, bit of anxiety, kissing, Reader is lowkey a bitch to Sammy

Summary: Posing as Dean's fiancée for a case. Nothing could ever go wrong, right?

Notes: English is not my first language, soooo ehehehe, please don’t judge me too harshly. Feel free to let me know your thoughts about it, I always appreciate constructive criticism.

Enjoy :)

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“We’re going to a wedding?”

The chair squeaks as you turn to stare at Sam, eyebrows raised in an obvious question as you try to quickly chew and swallow the food in your mouth. Maybe he’s right, you should take smaller bites.

“Come again?”

You nod your head, pointing at Dean for putting your thoughts into words, still staring curiously at Sam.

“I just found us a case. Three different weddings, three brides dead.”

Sam walks to the table, grimaces as he pushes the remnants of your late breakfast/early lunch and sits down, partially turning his computer screen so that you and his brother can read the information he’s gathered.

“So, listen to this…”

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Your hands smooth down the dress, running over your tummy and then your hips, as you turn around and stare at your reflection from every angle. Running is gonna be a fucking bitch in this. You move your legs around, testing the fabric’s resistance, right as Dean emerges from the bathroom.

“Well, look at you, sweetheart, you sure do clean up nicely.”

“Ha, ha, very funny. It’s 2022, why the hell can’t I wear pants?”

Right on cue, Sam walks in with what you assume is your early dinner because his “We don’t know what’s killing these people, what if the food’s poisoned?” ass, thinks it would be better to eat before heading to the reception.

“Cause you don’t own any wedding appropriate pants? Now would you, please, stop? You’ve been complaining ever since I told you about the case.”

He hands you a shoebox as you roll your eyes at his words, only to open said box and choke on your saliva.

“I’m not wearing heels, Samuel.”

“Well, you sure as hell can’t wear those old, scuffed, hunting boots either, can you?”

The box lands unceremoniously on the dusty motel bed as you stare down the younger Winchester, hands automatically going to your hips. He stares right back, holding his ground and yeah, maybe he has a point, but still…

“I can’t even walk properly on those, let alone run! How the fuck do you expect me to hunt if I risk breaking my neck on every step I take, huh?”

“Uhm, she got a point there, Sammy…”

You thank Dean for his support, eyes still locked on Sam’s as he sighs his defeat and steps back out only to walk back in a couple of minutes later with a pair of white, basic sneakers. Your lips stretch on a smile, a peace offering of some kind, because you know you’ve been a bitch to him about the case, but you can’t help it. You need something to keep your mind from thinking about being Dean fucking Winchester’s date.

Sam had, unfortunately, questioned the wedding planner, Mr. Plafond, so to him he was Agent Wedge Antilles; which left you and Dean to play the happy couple who wanted to see the planner’s work before starting to organise your own wedding. Mr. Plafond was more than willing to show you a glimpse of the final product. And, well, you were more than willing to stab yourself with a fork before having to hold hands with Dean.

You practically inhale your food, earning yourself concerned glances from your boys, but you can’t focus on that, not when your mind is obsessing over the fact that you’ll be the focus of Dean’s attention in about half an hour.

How is your fickle heart supposed to survive that when just hearing his gruff voice or witnessing his cute chuckle, has your chest constricting and your breathing quickening. Oh God. I’m so fucked. Phone in hand, you scroll mindlessly through your fake social media account as you miserably fail to calm your nerves down.

Ten minutes later, the boys are dressed to kill and you slip your gun in your thigh holster, fix your dress to make sure the knives in your bra aren’t showing and grab your purse. Going on a hunt with a fucking purse. A fucking “clutch”! I’ve become a fucking joke.

You review the plan one last time and then Sam is telling you to stay safe before he slips behind the wheel of his rented car, agreeing with Dean to meet him there a couple of minutes later to avoid raising suspicion.

Twisting your necklace around your fingers, you rest your back against the side of the car, patiently waiting as Dean checks the trunk to make sure you’re forgetting nothing.

You jump lightly when his hand envelopes yours, stopping you from further distressing the necklace.

“You seem nervous, sweetheart.”

“What? No. I mean, maybe? A little...I can’t act for the life of me, what if I mess things up?”

Dean hums his acknowledgement, a smile on his lips as his fingers find your chin and he tilts your head up for your eyes to meet.

“You trust me?”

“You know I do, Dean.”

He moves closer, so close that you can feel the keys of the Impala snug in his left pocket and digging in your side. Oh sweet baby pandas.

“You’ll do just fine...”

And then his hand, roughened by years of hunting, is caressing up your cheek, fingers then tracing the shell of your ear and for a second, an excruciatingly long, damned second, your lungs forget how to function.

“...I’ll take care of ya, sweetheart.”

It’s wishful thinking, you know that, because the heart wants what it wants, so your brain is tricking you, but damn you to all circles of hell if his voice doesn’t sound just a tad bit rougher and more strained than it usually does.

And what’s worse is that, it’s doing things to you, to your body, that you’ll have to deal with later on. I should’ve booked a room for myself, damn it.

You shouldn’t indulge, but his eyes hold yours captive and before you can force your body to pull away, his tongue pokes out, just barely, and your eyes are there, following the damn motion.

One moment you’re fantasizing about his lips and the next, those same full, pillowy, sinful lips of his are pressing to your own and stealing what little breath you have left.

All thoughts dissolve from your mind, and your body takes over, wasting no time in responding. His shirt is now fisted in your hands while your head tilts back to give him more access.

With your eyes closed, you relish in the feeling of his left hand moving from the hood of the car and sliding along your side to find your hip, turning your body to better fit his needs. A sound pushes through your throat and then you can’t take it anymore; your tongue teases the seam of his lips and takes advantage as soon as sweet, rewarding entrance is granted.

Your body melts, every muscle releasing its tension and Dean seems pretty damn okay with supporting your weight. Just as your lungs start to burn a bit too much for comfort, he pulls back with a quick, dirty nip to your cupid’s bow, leaving you blindly, stupidly, chasing after his mouth, silently asking for more.

“You see, that wasn’t so bad now, was it?”

No answer comes to you, and even if it did, you doubt you’d be able to voice it with the way his thumb is still running over your swollen lower lip.

“You just gotta follow my lead, sweetheart.”Oh yeah. I’m so utterly fucked.

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