#dean winchester x reader kiss

[crushedbyhyperbole]

Cherry Pie Kiss

Slice One

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader

Summary: The pie thief has struck again. You know who it is but how to prove it? The answer is on the tip of his tongue.

Words: ~900

A/N: So this is SPN fic number two. The idea of Dean being such a pie fiend that he would steal someone else's pie from the fridge and deny it afterwards, really amused me. I obviously didn't get the desire to kiss him out of my system after the first SPN fic I wrote so here's another one 😂 It's not smut but there is mild adult themes which is why I ask minors not to read or interact. Reader is as generic as I can make but I have referenced as female. I hope you enjoy, and as always, I value your feedback and comments 💖

Warnings: kissing, mild violence, bad language as standard. Dean is an asshole. Reader is a bit of an asshole too. They're probably made for each other.

*** Minors do not read or interact ***

Dean Winchester.  You hate him.  His arrogance, his smug superiority, the way he always acts like he’s untouchable… his goddamn pretty mouth.  Ugh!  Asshole!

You didn’t always hate him – you had known him for years, one hunter to another – but, since you had been forced to stay with both he and Sam in the bunker these last couple of months, he had really grated on your nerves. 

After your hunt of a large nest of vampires had gone wrong, you had become the hunted.  Your home decimated, your family too precious to put at risk by you staying with them; you had needed help.

Sam had insisted, so you agreed to stay with them until your vamp problem could be solved.  Only the nest turned out to be much bigger and far wider spread than you had first thought, and it was taking time for even the infamous Winchester brothers to put an end to.

The light in the refrigerator is stark as you stare inside.  It’s gone.  You slam the door, raging internally.  Why can you not have anything to yourself in this goddamn place?

“DEAN!”  You shout angrily at the top of your lungs, knowing he can hear you from his room down the hall, even with his music playing.

He won’t respond to you.  He never does.  Why should he?  You’re just some girl he’s got to put up with for a while.  Some girl he made a pass at that first week you were here, but you shut him down and he’s been an asshole to you ever since.

You storm up to his door and bray your fist against the wood as hard as you can.  “I know you’re in there!  Get your ass out here now!”  You shout and hammer your fist against the door until you hear him moving inside.

The door clunks as he unlocks it, and it swings open to reveal him stood in the doorway in a navy blue robe and slippers.  The light from his lamp is dim but warm, his music a moderate volume for the late hour.  He looks irritated that you’ve disturbed him, that quizzical frown and pout are a dead giveaway.  Good.

“What’s got your panties in a twist?”  He smirks at you.

“You!”  You push past him, and he doesn’t try to block you.

“What now?”

This isn’t the first time you’ve had this argument and it probably won’t be the last.  Whenever Sam isn’t around, Dean always does something to piss you off, like he’s trying to bait you.

“You ate my pie!  AGAIN!”

His expression is schooled into that self-righteous assuredness it always is when you confront him.  His hands go to his hips – which looks ridiculous because of the robe – and he shifts his weight onto his other foot.

“I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.”  He says with a frown, and it’s entirely plausible that you’ve made a mistake, except it’s just the two of you here and you didn’t eat the damn pie.  “I haven’t seen any damn pie.”

“Oh yeah?!”  You square up to him, looking up into his eyes, unblinking, unphased.

“Yeah!”  He doubles down, firmly meeting your stare, leaning closer as if you would be intimidated by that.

It’s a short distance you need to cover and he is unprepared.  You expect him to push you away but he flounders, arms flailing and uncoordinated when you grip the lapels of his robe and pull him towards you.

When your lips meet he puckers up and blinks in shock, but you don’t give him time to realise what’s happening.  You wrap your arms around his neck and hold him tight as you slip your tongue between his lips, plundering his mouth.

It takes a beat, but he responds by gripping your hips and holding you against him, moaning into your mouth as he opens up to you.  The heat of his response takes you by surprise, but it shouldn’t have, really.  He’d wanted this since the first few days you were here.  Wanted you.

You ravage his mouth, your hands in his hair, making it messy as you practically melt into his arms.  His tongue plays perfectly with yours, his lips soft and yielding.  Dean Winchester is an exceptional kisser.  This fact makes you hate him even more.

As you pull back, breathless, Dean grins at you.  He looks happy and care-free, like the cat that got the cream.  Your face, however, holds a scowl.

“What’s wrong, darlin’?”  His expression changes to concern.

You lick your lips and it’s just as you thought, the sweet buttery goodness of pie crust and the pleasant tartness of sour cherry.  You slap him across the face – not hard but just enough to get his attention – and stride to the door leaving him confused.

“What the hell?!”  He rounds on you, his arousal tenting his robe.

“Don’t you dare eat my pie again.”

You leave your warning hanging in the air along with his frustration.  A smirk playing on your lips at the sight you had just left behind you; Dean Winchester with kiss-swollen lips and a hard-on for you.  It isn’t the worst thing you’ve seen but you still hate him, even if there’s now something else there along side it. 

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[octoberclidan]

You Don't Deserve That

Request: Could I request a story where Y/N has a boyfriend, who is very verbally abusive and Dean shows up to see Y/N, in the midst of one of their arguments and comes to defend her? She has a bad anxiety attack and Dean is there to comfort her and show her she deserves better? Thank you xx

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

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"Hey can you just drop me off at the bar instead of the bunker?" [Y/N] asked from the back seat of the Impala. Sam, Dean and [Y/N] were on their way back from a salt and burn case that had gone pretty well.

"Are we not all going to the bar later to celebrate?" Sam asked, turning around to look at her.

"Oh, yeah but Ian wants to meet up so I figured I'd meet him there early and then see you guys later when you're ready to come out?"

"Ian, huh? Still seeing him?" Dean asked, not taking his eyes off the road.

"Yep". [Y/N] popped her 'p' and looked out of the window. Dean didn't approve of Ian, and he'd been vocal about it over the last few months that she'd been seeing him. He'd only met him twice, but he hadn't liked the way he spoke, the way he dressed, his hair, his jokes. Everything about Ian was labelled as 'stupid' or 'dickish' or met with Dean rolling his eyes. That was without him knowing the worst of it. From what Dean had seen, Ian was confident, arrogant, and handsy with [Y/N]. Dean had never formally voiced his concerns about the relationship, but he'd made plenty of comments about Ian.

"Is it serious?" He asked and [Y/N] rolled her eyes.

"We've been together like three months. I'm a hunter, he's oblivious. No, it's not serious. Not that it's any of your business anyway". She grumbled, continuing to look out the window, avoiding the glance she knew Dean would give her in the rear view mirror. The truth was, it was serious, but not in the way that Dean was asking. She had almost broken up with Ian over ten times since she started seeing him, but she never went though with it. Ian would take her out on dates, like to dinner or the movies, even out for a picnic a few times, and he'd always be sweet and caring. He had a darker side though. He was demanding, possessive, distrusting, and he liked to yell. He had never physically hurt her, but he'd said extremely hurtful things to her. He'd insulted her intelligence, her opinions, her looks... any time he was slightly annoyed at anything, he'd take it out on her.

She didn't just take it though, she often yelled back at him, or if it was over the phone, would just hang up on him. Every single time, after he'd calmed down, he'd apologise and compliment her on everything and beg for forgiveness. So far, she'd given it. She knew it wasn't a healthy relationship, but she figured that may be for the best. She wasn't one for one night stands or sleeping with strangers, and when it came to romance, she hated first dates. Being a hunter, she was also apprehensive about any sort of serious and committed relationship. She'd either have to lie about her hunting life, never invite them to the bunker, and never let them get that close, or, she'd let them in to her dangerous world and risk losing herself in heartbreak. This way, she had someone to go on dates with, someone to text, someone to have fun with, and not develop serious feelings. Recently however, his behaviour and unkind words were taking their toll on her.

Both Sam and Dean had noticed her spending a lot more time on her own in her room, not wanting to talk to anyone after coming home from seeing Ian, not wanting to talk about anything other than whatever hunt was next, and not hanging out with them as much. They'd talked about it between the two of them, but they hadn't confronted [Y/N] about it yet. They were both worried about it, but neither of them knew what it was really like.

"Alright, we'll probably meet you in a couple of hours, okay?" Sam asked as Dean pulled up beside the bar.

"Sure, see you then". She opened up her door and grabbed her purse before heading off into the bar, the boys watching as she disappeared inside.

"We'll make it an hour". Dean said as he began to pull away. Sam raised an eyebrow and Dean scoffed at him. "Don't look at me like that".

***

It was only forty-five minutes later that Dean and Sam arrived back at the bar. Before Dean could open his door, Sam stopped him. "Dude, do you have feelings for her?"

"For who?"

"[Y/N]. We barely got back to the bunker before you wanted to get back here".

"I just want a drink". Dean shook his head at Sam.

"We have drinks at home".

"Yeah, well no offence Sammy but sometimes I want to enjoy the atmosphere, not sit around the bunker".

"You don't mind sitting around the bunker when [Y/N]'s there".

"She's a friend, I like her company, so what?" Dean said before finally opening his door and stepping out into the cool evening air, not waiting for Sam's response. The two of them walked through the door, their attention immediately drawn towards a noise that everyone else in the bar was already turning their heads to. Dean's heart sank as he saw the source of the noise. Ian was there, the vains in his neck popping as he shouted, almost screamed at [Y/N]. She was shouting back at him, but Dean didn't miss the tears falling from her eyes. Without so much as a second thought, he marched over to them, shoving onlookers to the side as Sam followed behind him, quietly apologising to those who had been in Dean's way.

"You're always such a fucking useless slut! I paid for that drink and you just drop it on the floor?!" Ian shouted into [Y/N]'s face.

"For fuck's sake I didn't drop it on purpose you idiot! It was an accident, I told you I'd pay for my own drink anyway!" She was visibly shaking as she shouted back at him. [Y/N] was an experienced hunter, much like Sam and Dean, and although she was tough and could handle most situations by herself, she was also a lot more sensitive than the boys. She had no problem fighting monsters, but she hated verbal confrontation, especially with people she knew, who she was supposed to be close to. Dean remembered one fight he had with her, not too long after they'd started hunting, and from the way she reacted, he promised never to get angry at her again. His heart couldn't take it, she had locked herself in her room crying for hours, not letting him in while his guilt consumed him. If he had an issue with something she had said or done, he'd vowed to have a calm discussion about it and never shout at her. It had been a struggle, Dean often lost his temper on hunts when someone nearly got hurt, but he had done his best to try when it came to [Y/N].

Seeing Ian shouting in her face was too much for him. He didn't care who was watching, he didn't care what the argument was about. No one was allowed to shout at [Y/N], not while he was there. He shoved Ian to the side, and Ian stumbled, grabbing on to the people standing there for balance. He stared at Dean in shock while Dean completely ignored him, making straight for [Y/N], grabbing her shoulders and immediately pulling her in to his chest. Ian began to walk towards them, glaring at them but Sam stepped in first. Sam placed his hand on Ian's shoulder and looked down at him, staring straight into his eyes. "Don't". He didn't need to say anything else for Ian to back down. He stared him down until Ian submitted, taking one last look at [Y/N] before turning around and storming out of the bar.

"C'mon, let's get you home". Dean said quietly into [Y/N]'s ear. All she did was nod before he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and followed Sam back out to the car. He quickly threw Sam the keys before opening the back door and sliding in, pulling her in after him. She shuffled closer to him as the engine started, and he held her close as they drove back to the bunker without a word. [Y/N] was sniffling and trying to catch her breath, wiping her eyes every so often when the tears spilt over. Dean's jaw was clenched, thinking up all of the scenarios he would love to be in to get Ian alone.

"We'll be in in awhile". Dean said as Sam turned off the engine in the bunker's garage. He nodded and got out of the car, leaving the two of them alone. "Hey, look at me". Dean pulled back slightly and hooked his index finger under her chin, pulling her up to look at him. She kept looking down however, not wanting eye contact.

"I... I don't know what to say". She sniffed, wiping her tear. "I feel so... so stupid. You probably think I'm stupid".

"[Y/N], you are not stupid. Don't you let that dick's words get into your head, okay? He's the stupid one, treating you like that". He shook his head disapprovingly. "You don't deserve that".

"I don't know what I deserve Dean". She cleared her throat as she tried to swallow back more tears. "I.. I just..." She took a moment to collect her thoughts, but it was difficult, every shouting match suddenly trying to resurface in her memory at once. "I don't know what to do". The tears spilled over again and she began to sob, pushing Dean's hand away from her chin so she could bury her face in his shoulder.

"How long has this been going on for?" He asked after the sobbing had quietened a little, and she shrugged.

"The whole time". She mumbled into his shoulder, embarrassment now starting to take over the anxiety from the fight. Dean held back his anger as he brought his hand up to rest on her back, starting to rub up and down soothingly.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I... I knew you'd just tell me to end things with him"

"Damn right I would have, and I would have been right to tell you that".

"Yeah well that's the problem Dean". She leaned back, now letting him see her face properly. Her eyes were red, her cheeks stained with tears. He instinctively raised his hand to use his thumb to wipe away a fresh tear.

"I don't get it, why didn't you end things?"

"Because!" She threw her hands up in exasperation. "Because...". She sighed and tried again. "Because, sometimes I just want someone to go on nice dates with. Someone to sleep with. Someone to take my thoughts off monsters and demons. Ian did that, okay? Yeah, he had a temper, and yeah we fought a lot and yeah, he wasn't a nice person. But I needed the nice stuff he did do. I don't do one night stands like you or Sam do, I just don't like them. I crave intimacy but it's not exactly easy to maintain a relationship when you're in our line of business. Ian was the best I could do".

"You don't need Ian". He wiped away yet another tear that fell from her eye, his hand lowering to linger on her neck.

"Well it's definitely over now". She sniffed and crossed her arms. "I'll just deal with being lonely again until someone else comes along, however far away that's going to be".

"What kind of intimacy do you need?" He asked, gazing into her eyes.

"What?"

"Tell me, tell me what you need".

"I just... I dunno. I need emotional intimacy. Someone to rant to about all the crap I'm feeling, someone to text when I'm feeling lonely, someone to say goodnight to. Someone to go on picnics with and laugh with and cry with. And I need the physical intimacy too. I want someone to want me, to desire me. I want to hold hands, cuddle up to a movie, wake up in someone's arms. I want someone to kiss me like they need me and make love to me like they want it more than anything". She looked away from him, feeling even more embarrassed about this confession. "Yeah, it's stupid considering I'm a hunter, but it's the truth".

"What if you could get that here?"

"What do you mean?" She frowned at him, confused. He shifted in his seat so he was facing her straight on.

"I mean, what if you could get the emotional intimacy and..." He cleared his throught, a light tinge on pink appearing beneath his freckles. "And the uh.. physical intimacy, right here?"

"What are you talking about Dean? Right here?"

"From me". Her eyes widened as she watched his face for any sign of a poorly timed joke, but he remained serious. "I can give you those things if you want them. I want them".

"You want to listen to me rant?"

"Yes".

"And... text me?"

"Yes, though we're usually in the same place". He chuckled.

"And you want to go on picnics?"

"I already know all of your favourite foods". He nodded.

"And hold my hand?"

"If you offer it to me".

"And cuddle me when watching a movie?"

"We've got the perfect set up in the Dean Cave".

"And... kiss me?"

"Okay". He smiled at her and slid his hand to the back of her neck, glancing down at her lips before leaning in slowly, giving her a chance to pull away. She didn't, she just looked down at his lips, her eyes closing right before the small gap between them closed. He pressed his lips to hers. He sighed as though he'd just sunk into a hot bath, or taken his boots off after a long day, it was instant comfort. She dropped her hands to his thigh, feeling the solid and powerful muscle below the denim. His free hand came to rest on her hip, his fingers dipping under her shirt to graze her bare skin. She shivered slightly at the contact before sliding one of her hands up his thigh, smiling into the kiss as she felt him shiver too.

Their mouths opened at the same time, Dean groaning as his tongue slipped into her mouth, his grip on her hip tightening while his other hand pushed up into her hair. He pulled her hair gently, [Y/N] moaning as their kiss broke. He used the opportunity to kiss her bottom lip, then her cheek, down her jaw and settling into her neck, where he left open mouthed kisses, allowing his hand to glide further up under her shirt until his fingers were resting underneath her bra. She trailed her hands up his shirt and over his shoulders and up his neck until they stopped at his jaw, his light stubble tickling the palms of her hands. "Dean". She whispered and he mumbled into her neck, the vibrations pulling a soft moan from her. "You want to sleep with me?"

He pulled away from her neck and pulled his hand out from under her shirt, both of his hands now cupping her face too. He gently pecked her nose, revelling in the little giggle she made before leaning his forehead against hers and breathing in deeply. "I want to make love to you, [Y/N]. I want to wake up with you in my arms. I want to give you everything you need".

"What do you need?" She asked, her voice slightly shaky, not quite believing the conversation she was having with Dean Winchester.

"You. I need you".

"You have me". She whispered. She wasn't sure how all of this was going to work, but in that moment she needed Dean and Dean needed her, everything else could wait.

The end

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[smellingofpoetry]

Midnight talks

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Something changes in their dynamics.

Prompt: "Pressing a kiss onto the other's hair." by @creativepromptsforwriting

Warnings: fluff

Words count: 308

A/N: Hi! Here I am, as promised. Not so long ago, I stumbled across a list of prompts, and this one was the one that caught my eye. I couldn't let it sit there, so here we are with this drabble. I hope you'll enjoy it. I forgot to mention that if everything goes according to the plans, I'll post every two weeks, exactly like I'm doing lately. 🖤 Let me know what you guys think. All errors are mine, of course.

It happened one evening, out of the blue. 

They had just ended a hunt, not a particularly difficult one. They were tired, but not that tired. So, it seemed the right way to end the day while sitting in the library with a drink. 

They all shared some stories, few smiles, and heartfelt laughs until it was time for bed. Sam was the first to say his goodnight, needing his beauty sleep before the morning run. 

Y/N and Dean, instead, stayed back a bit longer, simply enjoying each other company, which was something relatively new for them. 

It was just around two when they forced themselves to say goodnight before falling asleep, right there and then. 

Y/N was still leaning against her chair, watching him get up, ready to wave at him like she had done a hundred times before. 

Dean let his fingers linger a bit more on the rim of his glass, unsure, before closing the distance with two long strides. He leaned forward then, pressing a kiss on Y/N’s air. She stiffened at the unexpected gesture, feeling her breathing stop for a second. 

“Goodnight,” he whispered while moving towards the corridor to his room.

Y/N stayed still on her chair, her hand anchored around her glass and her eyes glued to the door he had just walked over. 

What had just happened? Dean wasn’t so affectionate with her, which she understood since they didn’t have much of a relationship. They were just roommates, basically, and she was okay with that. At least she knew he tolerated her. 

This, though? 

It was new, not that she minded. She didn’t mind at all. The sensation of his lips on her hair was nice; really nice. She smiled to herself until she realized.

Crap – she didn’t even answer back.

“'Night!” she hurried, but he was already gone. 

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[mggsv]

The French Kiss

gn!reader x dean winchester

summary: Turns out..you’ve never kissed anyone before, to Dean’s surprise, so he teaches you.

warnings: none! fluff, first time kissing, intense kissing, heavy touching

“Oh come on- you serious?” His mocking laugh made to shrink more into yourself. Sitting there wearing an oversized sweatshirt that covered your legs. You sat there on Dean’s bed in the bunker, only you two in the home-like place. “I’m serious.” You muttered.

“You’ve never kissed anyone?”

“No.”

“I find that to be bullshit- Have you seen yourself?” That made you shiver. You look up at him, face flushed in embarrassment. He popped open a bottle of water and came closer. “I know i’m hot. Trust me, i’m well aware.” You scoff, “doesn’t mean I just go around kissing people, unlike some of us..”

He rolled his eyes at that, taking a seat next to you, “Well, don’t just sit there- come on.” He motions you forward and your body moves on its own, scooting closer to him. This whole thing- You and Dean, it was new to you. For years you kept to yourself until a case brought you to the Winchesters. Since then, you’ve been inseparable. It was only recently you started to feel something for Dean..seeing him in a way you’ve never seen before.

It was days like these in the bunker where you two just talked comfortably- that’s how it started. Your talks together..just You and Dean.

You lean forward, lips puckered, ready to kiss him. But he laughs, “Dude- okay come on. We have to set the mood. Loosen up a bit huh?” His hands move forward, grabbing your chin. Your hands shook nervously… His thumb grazed your cheek, his other hand gently coming down on your thigh. “It happens naturally..” He murmured, lips close to yours. “So I’ve heard.” you swallow nervously, eyes looking at his as they fluttered shut.

“Close your eyes.” you hear him groan. your eyes flutter shut, and then you felt it- Dean’s lips pressed against yours. You couldn’t help the small gasp that slipped out of your mouth. His lips move against yours. It felt strange, you felt light but your heart heavy. Your hands grip his shirt, and he pulled back.

“Well?” He asks, hands still at your thigh, skidding up.

“Is that it?”

“Oh we haven’t even done french kissing.” He laughs as you catch your breath. Dean lays your body back on the bed, slowly hovering over your body. “Let me know if this is too much okay?”

“..Okay.” you murmur, wanting his lips back on yours. “I’m gonna do something different- and if you don’t like it then-“

“Kiss me already please Dean, god.” That makes him laugh and his lips are back on yours in an instant. Your body felt hot, at the touch of his hand going from your thigh to your hip. His thumb grazing over the bone gently. They ran over the stretch marks, making you gasp. Dean took that opportunity to slip his tongue between your lips.

It made you jump- the feeling strange and new. But he’s gentle…something you didn’t expect from Dean in any way possible. His tongue slips over your own, like a blanket. He damn near swallows your mouth whole. He lets out a small grunt, and you could tell he held back some.

You kissed him back to the best of your ability, even when your teeth bumped against his- he said it was okay- you still kissed. Your body was on fire. You couldn’t help but let out a small noise when he pulled back. His lips red, yours swollen.

“Well?” He asks, looking down at you with a small smile. “How was that for our first lesson?”

“First lesson?” You pant.

“Well yeah, doesn’t just stop there.” He scoffs out a laugh

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[hollybell51]

Gentleman

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Sam Winchester x AFAB!fem!Reader

Supernatural (2005), s03e02 “bloodlust”

Word count: 4.6K

Summary: you and Sam don't exactly see eye to eye with Dean's new friend, so you return to the motel by yourselves. Things... escalate.  

Content: smutty smut smut! Shameless, loving, gentle porn with a bit of a plot. Tooth rotting sappiness and fluff. Bit of hurt/comfort, bit of angst. Reader is just so in love with Sam (I am too dw). Sam is down horrendously bad for the reader (I'm horrendously down bad for him. I cannot emphasise this enough). Use of (Y/N), but not too much. Hickeys, making out, extremely light switchiness (barely noticeable, just healthily flexible dynamics), blowjobs, handjobs, fingering, safe sex, vaginal sex. Hugs all round (someone needed to give these boys one), Dean and the reader get along, Dean has like one soft moment, there's quite a bit of reminiscing and stuff. Gordon's vibes are Off. As above, set during season 2 episode 3.

Notes: HAPPY NEW YEAR MY LOVES! I'm (kinda) back, and my summaries have not gotten any better! Started watching Supernatural and got brainrot. Got lots of stuff planned but probably won't actually write it (sorry). The things I would let these two men do to me is insane like actually insane besties I am not ok. Anyways enjoy the by-product of my suffering, consider this a peace offering as I worm my way into the Supernatural fandom.

Also I have been working sporadically on some requests so if you made one chances are I've seen it and I have started it, but also I have Things in my Life right now that are very Stressful so yeah that's fun but yknow it is what it is, thanks everyone for being so supportive and patient with me xx

To say you were uncomfortable would have been an understatement. It wasn’t just how easily Gordon was talking about what had happened, or the too-bright light in his eyes as he recounted it, or Dean’s ease with the whole thing. It had been a freaking execution! And sure, the guy was a vampire, but the way the saw had just chewed right through his neck, the kicking of his legs as he’d died, the blood spraying over Dean’s face… yeah. As Sam had put it, decapitations weren’t really your idea of a good time. And it certainly wasn’t something you felt like laughing about over drinks. 

You could see Sam’s leg bouncing slightly, his face blank as he stared at the beer he was nursing. Your own stomach twisted with unease. Chances were, if he was on edge, so were you. The emotional interplay wasn’t new, and in fact, Dean gave you endless shit about it. “I don’t know what’s up with you,” he’d say. “I just gotta thank God I don’t develop some freaky emotional feedback loop with every girl I bang.” 

Now, Sam glanced at you, raising an eyebrow. You screwed up your nose. Not enough to be too noticeable, but enough to let him know you thought something was a bit off too. He nodded almost imperceptibly. 

“What’s up with you two?” Dean asked, frowning at your practically untouched beer. 

You shrugged. Sam shrugged. 

Dean rolled his eyes, taking a mouthful of his drink before turning to his new friend. “I swear,” he said, “they read each others' minds. He’s grumpy, she’s grumpy. She’s happy, he’s happy. I reckon if she stubbed her toe, he’d be limping.” 

Gordon barked a laugh, raising his eyebrows. “That so?” 

“Dean, come off it,” you sighed. 

He shook his head, smiling. “Lighten up, both of you.” 

You opened your mouth to say something about how you didn’t think lightening up was really appropriate given the circumstances, but the scraping of Sam’s chair cut you off. 

“I’m not gonna bring you guys down,” he said. “I’m just gonna go back to the motel.” 

“Yeah,” you agreed as he glanced at you, “I’m a bit tired.” 

Dean frowned. “You sure?” 

You nodded, standing. 

“Ok,” he shrugged. “Seeya.” 

“Seeya,” you smiled tightly, then passed him your unfinished beer. “You want this?” 

“You’re not taking it?” 

You shook your head. “Not in a beer sort of mood.” 

He gave you a searching look, then shrugged again and took the drink. “Sure.” 

“Thanks, Gordon.” You nodded to the other hunter. As much as you felt off about him, you didn’t need to be rude. 

He inclined his head back to you. “My pleasure.” 

Sam’s hand settled on your back as you joined him by the door, and you cast a final glance back at the two men remaining at the table. 

“Sammy!” Dean called, the car keys jingling in his hand as he tossed them to his brother. “Remind me to beat that buzzkill outta you later, alright?” 

Sam caught them with ease, Gordon’s enquiry of “something I said?” chasing you out the door. Hell yeah, it was something he said. It was everything he said.  

“Jesus,” you grumbled, shivering in the cold air. 

Sam snorted, absently shrugging off his jacket and handing it to you. Equally thoughtlessly, you put it on. It had become something of a routine. Sam didn’t exactly get too cold very often, but you did. He was many things, and “gentleman” was pretty high on the list by you reckoning. 

“I don’t know about all of this,” he said, feet crunching on the gravel as he headed towards the car. “Something’s…” 

“Off, yeah.” You swung into the passenger seat, arms crossed firmly over your chest. 

“I can’t quite–” The engine cut him off for a moment, but he didn’t finish the sentence anyway. It didn’t matter.

“I know, it’s a brain itch.” 

Sam sighed, shaking his head. “Tell me about it. Seatbelt,” he added as the car rolled out of the parking lot, another habit between the two of you. You could have sworn you’d have been dead years ago if you hadn’t had someone reminding you to use the damn things, a fact that both Winchester brothers were not afraid to attempt to drill into you. They hadn’t had much success. 

You hummed as you clicked the strap across your body, shrinking further down into the seat. You were feeling better now that you weren’t sitting across from Gordon, now that it was just you and Sam. You loved Dean, of course you did, but Sam was just so easy to be around. The two of you clicked, simple as that, and you adored it. 

“I’m gonna call Ellen,” Sam said decisively, frowning at the road. “Maybe she knows him.” 

You nodded. “Mhm, good idea.” 

You were still humming – the melody from something that had been playing on the drive that day, you thought – as you entered the motel room, gulping down a glass of water before jumping onto the kitchen counter. Your heels made a dull thud, thud, thud, on the cupboards as you swung them, the zipper of Sam’s jacket swishing over the cheap vinyl. You watched him take a seat on the bed and dial Ellen. 

You listened idly to his side of the conversation, eventually sliding off the counter top and coming to sit behind him on the bed. You rested your head on his shoulder, sighing. It had been an oddly long day. 

“But I thought you said he was a good hunter,” he was frowning. 

You thought you heard her say “Hannibal Lecter”, and frowned too. Shit, was Gordon some kind of serial killer? You hoped not. 

Sam’s back was warm under your cheek, but his shoulders were tense. The last few weeks hadn’t been easy. You hadn’t known John Winchester well, but the time you’d spent with him had been… Well, it hadn’t been nice exactly, but you could see the love he had for his sons. You couldn’t imagine going through what Sam had, almost losing his brother and then really losing his father in the space of a week. You thought he was handling everything reasonably well, all things considered.

There’d been one moment, just a few days ago, when you’d thought he might crack. Dean had been out like a light in the back of the car, and you’d reached around to snap a photo of him squished up against the window. You’d laughed at it – he looked ridiculous. When you’d glanced up to show Sam, he was staring straight at the road, a muscle in his jaw twitching. 

“Alright?” you’d asked, and he’d nodded.

You’d frowned. “Want me to drive for a bit?”

This time, a head shake.

He wasn’t alright, you could see that clear as day. “Sam, pull over,” you said softly.

He’d swung the car off the road so abruptly you’d jerked against your seatbelt, simply sitting with his foot on the brake and both hands on the steering wheel.

You’d reached over and put the car in park, switching off the ignition. “Come on,” you’d said, “out.” 

He’d leant against the side of the car, arms crossed, staring out into the field you were driving past. 

“Interesting grass?” you’d asked, bumping your shoulder against his. 

He hadn’t smiled exactly, but his mouth had definitely twitched up a bit at the corner. You’d consider that a win. 

“Seriously,” you’d prodded. “What’s up?” 

“I don’t…” He’d trailed off, picking at a loose thread on his shirt. “I can’t…” 

You’d frowned as he’d shaken his head, looking anywhere but you. You’d told yourself something like this was gonna happen eventually, prepped the whole “I’m here no matter what” speech a thousand times, but now you didn’t really know what to do. The only thing you could think of was to put your hand on his back, rubbing slow, soothing circles like your kindergarten teacher used to do when you were upset. 

Sam’s voice was choked when he finally spoke. “I can’t lose you.” 

Four words, but you were convinced your heart had shattered right there. 

“I’m not going anywhere,” you said, stepping to face him. You took his hands in yours, uncrossing his arms.

“How can you–?” 

You cut him off, shaking your head as you raised his hands to your face and kissed his knuckles. “I’m not going anywhere,” you repeated. “Nowhere you can’t follow.” 

He’d just nodded, pulling you into a tight hug. You breathed deeply, the strong smell of the most recent laundromat’s detergent all around you, your fingers bunched in the back of Sam’s shirt. 

“I’ve got your back,” you whispered. “You know that, right?”

“I know,” he murmured into your hair, “I’ve got yours, too.” 

“Good.” You’d pulled away, smiling as you stretched up to kiss him. It was soft and chaste, but that was all either of you needed. 

Then Dean had woken up and shouted at you to save your “romantic moments” for when you weren’t supposed to be driving. You’d grumbled that he was just jealous, which he’d vehemently denied amongst a lot of vomit noises. But later, as you’d waited for Sam to get back with lunch, he’d put his arm around your shoulders and pulled you close to his side. 

“I’m glad he’s got you,” he’d said. “Real glad.” 

“You’ve got me too,” you’d smiled. “Always.” 

He’d just stared at you for a moment, his arm still around you, before he’d cleared his throat and stepped back. “Thanks,” he’d muttered. “‘ppreciate it.”  

Now, with the same softness, you let your hand slide up Sam’s back and across his shoulders, then down his side. You brushed over his chest, down to his stomach, then back up to settle over his heart. You always forgot how big he was until you tried to get your arms around him, then it was like hugging a mountain. You loved it. 

He cleared his throat. 

You smiled, placing a soft kiss where his hair brushed the back of his neck, using your free hand to sweep it away. 

“Ok, yeah,” Sam said to Ellen. He sighed as your lips trailed higher, up under his ear. 

“Mhm, we will.” His fingers curled in the bed covers as you sucked ever so gently at the spot you’d found, the one you knew drove him insane. 

“Yep, alright. Thanks, Ellen.” A forceful swallow as you rubbed slow patterns across his front, nothing but the thin material of his shirt separating your hand from his skin. 

“Ok. Bye.” 

You smiled as the phone beeped, then was thrown to the bed. You eased your hand under his shirt, shivering as your fingers met the warm expanse of his torso. You could touch him like this forever, if you were given the chance. 

“What’re you doing?” he breathed, tilting his head back, baring his throat. 

“Kissing you,” you whispered as you moved down the muscle of his neck, “touching you,” as your hand ran gently over his pectoral, thumb grazing his nipple. 

“Mm, do I get to kiss you too?” 

You smiled. “If you ask nicely, yeah.” 

“Please?” 

“Hm?”

He sighed. “(Y/N), come on.” 

“Nope,” you laughed softly. “Ask nicely.” 

You felt his chest heave under your hand, and you pressed your mouth to his neck again. 

“Pretty please,” he murmured. 

You pretended to be considering this for a moment, dragging it out. Truth be told, you wanted him to kiss you just as much as he wanted to, but God it was fun teasing a bit. Especially like this, when it was you draped over his back, hinting at giving him hickeys, touching wherever you pleased. 

“Go ahead,” you replied. 

Before you could even draw another breath he’d turned and brought his hand up to cup your face, pressing his lips against yours. You let him lick into your mouth, his tongue sliding languidly alongside your own, the faint taste of beer still clinging to him. It was all so soft and gentle and full of care, everything you adored about him. 

He shifted back on the bed, turning to face you. Your hands were still under his shirt, arm still stretched across his body as he pushed against you. 

“I love this on you,” he murmured as his hands found the opening of his jacket, pushing it back over your shoulders. 

You smiled. “You want me to take it off?” 

“And this.” He plucked at the t-shirt you wore underneath, already coaxing it upwards. 

“Alright,” you laughed, batting his hands away. “Patience is a virtue.” 

“Whoever said that clearly never met you.” 

You looked away, hoping to hide the pink you could feel flooding your cheeks. However many times you did this, Sam never failed to get you flustered. You could sense his eyes on you as you stripped yourself of your shirt and his jacket, the intensity of his gaze sending shivers down your spine.

He started to shuffle back further onto the bed, one hand settling on your waist as he leant down to kiss along your jaw. You sighed, your mind halfway made up to just let him keep going like that. But no. 

“Uh-uh,” you said, pushing him gently off you. 

“What do you–? Oh.” 

You smiled as you slid off the bed, kneeling between his legs. You ran your hand up his thigh, deftly undoing his belt and fly. Heck, you’d had practice. “Can I?”

“Yes,” he nodded quickly. “God, yes.” 

You rolled your eyes, gesturing to his pants. “Well you gotta help me out a bit, yeah?” 

“Sorry,” he grinned, shedding them in one smooth motion.

“And those.” You pointed at his underwear. 

“Yes, your highness.” 

“Damn right,” you muttered as you kissed your way up his thigh, nipping gently at the skin of his hip. He smelled of the soap from last night’s motel room, faint but still there, a little sweat from the night’s earlier action. You could taste it where your tongue touched him, and man was it good.

His voice was breathy when he asked, “You gonna keep teasing me forever?” 

“Maybe.” You watched as goosebumps appeared where your breath tickled him, smiling to yourself. 

“Is that what’s got you smiling like that?” 

You sat back on your heels, arms resting on his knees as you looked up at him. He was so gorgeous, the shitty neon lighting of the room glancing off his hair in a kind of halo. You thought your next words through very carefully. 

“No,” you said slowly. “I’m thinking about how your cock’s gonna feel in my mouth. How you’re gonna say my name when I’ve got you so deep down my throat I’m almost gagging. I bet you won’t be able to keep your hands off me, I’ll make you feel so good.” 

Sam’s mouth fell open, his hands twitching where they rested on the duvet. 

“What do you think?” 

He swallowed. “I think I’m not even gonna take you up on that bet, I think you’re right.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Ok then.” You smiled, leaning forward and taking his dick in your hands. It was hard and warm to the touch, already leaking precum. You licked down, then up again, swirling your tongue around the head. 

“Fuck,” he hissed. “Please, (Y/N).” 

“You want me to suck it?” 

“Yes. Please.” 

You shrugged. “Since you asked so nicely.” You sank your mouth down onto him, your hands working what wouldn’t fit. Sam’s thighs tensed, and you moved. You could have stayed like that forever, you thought, just holding him in your mouth. You had half a mind to ask about that, actually. 

Sam moaned, his fingers twisting in the covers as you pulled your head back, then forward again, sucking and licking along his length. You’d wanted to take your time at first, tease him and see how long it took for him to be fisting your hair and moving your head for you. But now, breathing in the smell of him, feeling the weight and the heat of him, you were losing your composure. 

“Oh my God,” he whispered as you increased your speed, your hand moving in tandem with your mouth. His dick was slick with your spit and only getting messier, something you might have been embarrassed about in the past. Now it turned you on. 

You moaned, the vibrations jolting Sam’s hips despite his best efforts. You gave a tiny huff of laughter out your nose, lowering your head even further until the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat. 

“(Y/N),” he panted. “Shit, (Y/N).” 

“Hm?” You glanced up at him, your eyes watering slightly. He made a sound you’d thought only existed in pornos – before you met him, that was – as his hand finally flew to your hair, his fingers carding through it. He was trying so hard to be gentle, and you loved him for it. 

“You look so hot like that,” he whispered. “How’re you so fucking hot?” 

You smiled, your enthusiasm doubling. You vividly remembered a conversation you’d had with Sam and Dean in the car once, where Dean had proclaimed that “there are blowjobs, and then there are blowjobs.” Sam had turned and looked at you, raising an eyebrow. Dean had yelled at you both and told you to get a room. What you were doing right now was definitely a blowjob, and you were loving every second of it. 

“I’m gonna cum,” Sam was panting, “(Y/N) oh my God I’m gonna cum.” 

His fingers tightened in your hair, his head thrown back and his cock twitching in your mouth. You went all in, sucking and licking and jerking with everything you had in you. 

Yes, you thought as you swallowed everything he gave you, basking in his muttered curses and groans like they were water and you were a wilted houseplant. This was heaven, right here. Every time you watched him come undone, you were completely convinced it couldn’t get any better than this. And without fail, the next time it did. 

He was still panting as you licked him clean, as gently as you could. His hand had settled on your shoulder, large fingers caressing your skin so tenderly it made you want to cry. 

“You ok?” you asked, sitting back. You patted his knee, watching his face carefully. He was flushed, a light sheen of sweat sticking some of his hair to his forehead. You hadn’t really paid much attention at the time, but now you wished you’d made him take off his shirt too. You loved watching his chest heave as he tried to catch his breath. 

“Ok?” he echoed, opening his eyes. He grinned. “I’m more than ok.” 

You smiled back, licking your lips. “Good.” 

“Come up here,” he said, patting his leg. “And take off your pants.” 

“Magic word?”

“Please.” Then, on second thoughts, “pretty please.” 

You laughed, but got up and shed your jeans anyway. You slid onto his lap, straddling his thigh and wrapping your arms around his neck. He kissed you softly, holding you close against him. The material of his shirt tickled your skin, very noticeably baring you from the silken warmth of his skin. 

“Off,” you said against his lips, plucking at the garment. 

“Off,” he repeated, tracing the line of your underwear. 

Almost perfectly in sync, the two of you shed the offending clothing. 

“I love this,” he whispered as he reached behind you, deftly unfastening your bra and pulling it away from you. He set it aside carefully, almost reverently, then bent his head and fastened his mouth to your breast. “Hey,” he said after a moment, frowning. 

You frowned too. “What’s wrong?” 

His finger traced a delicate circle over your other breast, tapping at a spot just above your nipple. “What’s this?” 

You squinted at the area, then laughed. The faded yellowish bruise wasn’t all that visible, but of course Sam would find it. 

“What is it?” 

“It’s a hickey. From you. From last time.” 

His face cleared. “Shit, didn’t realise it’d last that long. Sorry.” 

“Don’t be,” you smiled. “Makes me think of you whenever I see it.” 

“Maybe I should give you more, then.” 

Your grin widened. “Please.”

“Mm?” 

You rolled your eyes. “Pretty please.” 

“Ok.” He bent once more, sucking a matching spot into your unmarked breast. Then he added another one beside it, and a third right in the middle of your sternum. 

“No more low cut tops, I guess,” you sighed, stifling a moan as he moved downwards with another. 

“Shame,” he murmured into your skin, “I love those low cut tops.” 

“Yeah, I know.” 

“I’d be insane not to.” 

You laughed, then gasped as he ran his hand up your thigh. 

“Relax,” he said. 

“I’m relaxed, I’m so relaxed.” 

“Your heartbeat says you’re lying.” 

“That’s for you,” you told him, meeting his eyes. “That’s what you do to me.” 

“And this?” His finger darted between your legs, sliding easily with how wet you were. 

“Yeah,” you gasped, “all for you.” 

He cursed softly, then lowered you gently onto the bed. He propped himself half over you, half beside you, his hand stroking down over your stomach, your hips, around your pelvis. 

“Please,” you moaned. “Sam, please.” 

“Please what?” 

“Touch me. Please,” you added as an afterthought. 

“Nice manners,” he noted, rubbing achingly slow circles over your clit. 

You gripped his arm, fingers digging into the muscle as he bent and resumed his assault on your breasts. 

“You take such good care of me,” he continued, his voice muffled slightly by your soft flesh. “You always take such good care of me.”

“Cause I love you,” you whispered. 

“Mhm, you gonna let me take care of you too?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “Of course.” 

“Good.”

You whined at the loss of his fingers on your clit, then bit your lip to quiet what would have been a loud moan as he slipped the finger inside you. The heel of his hand ground against your sensitive bundle of nerves, his finger putting just the right pressure in just the right places. You’d be a mess in no time, and you both knew it. 

“Fuck, Sam,” you panted, your back arching as you chased the feeling. 

“Hm?” His chest was warm where it pressed against your side, the muscles of his arm rippling subtly under the skin where your fingers dug into him. His free hand stroked your shoulder, his mouth busy littering your chest with hickeys. You could feel him growing hard again against your thigh. 

“Fuck me?” you half asked, half offered. 

He grunted softly at your words, nodding. “Got a condom?” 

“Mhm, yeah, sure. One sec.” You reached over to your jeans, rummaging in the pockets until you struck gold. Or foil, you supposed. You watched as Sam tore it open and slid it on, as easily as if he was tying shoelaces. He’d gotten stupidly fast at putting the things on, courtesy of the whole “Dean could get back any minute so let’s just be as fast as we can” element you so often found yourselves dealing with. You weren’t complaining. 

“Ready?” he asked, positioning himself between your legs. You rocked your hips gently, feeling his hardness pressed against your dripping centre. 

He nodded, then softly slid inside you. You both gasped at the feeling, the familiar stretch and the warmth of it. It was like he was made for you, the way he fit. 

“Fuck,” you whispered, your fingers twisting in the duvet. 

“Alright?” he asked, and you nodded. 

“Move,” you urged him. He did, slow and gentle. The light was doing that thing with his hair again, and you wanted nothing more than to run your fingers through it. Brush it off his forehead, kiss him there, smooth the faint worry line that seemed to be present more and more frequently. You’d do anything to make it disappear forever. 

“You feel so good,” he murmured, leaning forward to deliver more kisses to your chest. You were gonna have a whole forest of hickeys when you were done.  

“You feel good,” you replied. Your breath was coming short, a light sheen of sweat gathering over your skin even though you weren’t the one doing all the work. 

“Touch yourself,” he encouraged you, “I want you to cum while I’m fucking you.” 

“Shit, ok,” you replied, reaching down and running a finger in tiny circles over your clit. You loved how easily you could give and take control with him, how quickly and smoothly you could switch roles when you wanted to. It wasn’t just in bed, either, and you adored it. You adored him.

Your own hand combined with the steady thrusting of his dick was perfect. You weren’t going to last long, and judging by Sam’s shuddering breaths and muttered curses, your name sprinkled throughout, neither was he. 

“(Y/N), fuck,” he moaned, his abdominal muscles twitching and tensing. 

“I’m gonna cum,” you gasped as you felt the tightness coiling inside you, more, more, more– “Holy fuck, I’m gonna–” You released with a frantic cry of his name, your spine arching and your legs locking around his hips. You felt yourself contract around his dick, the stuttering of his strokes as he too reached his climax. 

He slowed eventually, coming to a stop as the tremors receded from your body and your brain returned to your head. You were spent, content to lie there with his warm, comforting weight on top of you until the world stopped turning. 

He rolled off you, peeling off the condom and tying it neatly before tossing it to the floor to be disposed of later. You turned to face him, your head resting on his bicep, his other arm draped over your side. His hand stroked your back, soft and loving. 

You smiled as you reached up, sweeping the hair from his face. “You good?” you murmured, cupping his cheek gently. 

He nodded, leaning forward to kiss you softly. You reciprocated, then stretched up and placed a kiss on his forehead. 

“How about you?” he asked. 

“I’m great.” Then you sighed, your thumb stroking tiny arcs across the curve of his cheekbone. “You’re so beautiful,” you whispered. 

“Look at you,” he answered. “You’re so beautiful.”  

You closed the few inches of space between you, pressing your lips to his. “I really do love you,” you said as you pulled away. “So much.” 

He smiled. “I know, I love you too. More than anything.” 

You went to kiss him again, but his phone buzzed and you froze. He groped for it blindly, frowning. You’d both learnt the hard way that if his phone went off and Dean wasn’t with you, it was best to check it. 

Sam snorted, flipping it around for you to see. 

The text, from Dean, was two sentences. “Back in 1/2 hour. Get decent.” 

“Screw you, Dean.” 

Sam laughed, tossing the phone to the side. “I guess we’ve got half an hour.” 

“I’m taking a shower then,” you said. “I saw a vending machine, like, right outside, and I really want a soda right now.” 

“I’ll get you a soda if you let me take the shower with you?” 

“Deal.” You held out your hand as if to shake on it, but he kissed it instead. Yeah, “gentleman” was definitely high up on that list. 

#supernatural #spn #sam winchester #dean winchester #sam x reader #smut #female reader #fluff #angst with fluff #second person narration #that means “you” pronouns n stuff #use of yn #hurt/comfort #oversharing in the tags #once more i have to talk about how much i just love him #i want him so bad #i need to like pat his head or something #give him a hug #maybe a little kiss #maybe lots of little kisses #got me giggling and shit #twirling my hair and everything #the things he could do to me #the things i would do to him #oh god your honour i am in love #it hasnt been this bad since my 2018 loki obsession #which coincidentally got me into fanfiction i the first place #but we don't need to talk about that #reader insert #fanfiction

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A Christmas Surprise

Dean Winchester x Angel!reader

Warnings: FLUFF, reader has a crush on Dean, Christmas fluff, too many pies for a single man, READER IS AN ANGEL, Castiel and the reader does not know how to bake, a kiss, all angels are siblings

Summary: While the boys are out on a hunt, you decide with the help of your favorite angel to make Christmas happen in the Bunker.

*Merry Christmas readers*

The bunker was quiet without the two hunters roaming the halls. Instead, it was just you and your favorite angel. The two of you wanted to give the boys something to look forward to when they got home. It was also a way for you to finally tell Dean how you felt. You could not do that unless you had a few pies to hide behind.

With the help of a fellow angel, it shouldn't be that hard. Boy were you wrong.

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"So I believe we add the flour to the bowl," You say as you do so.

"Pour 1/2 cup of water and stir for three minutes without letting sitting," Cas said.

You looked at him funny but did as he said.

"Wait, how do we know if it's been three minutes?"

"I will count," Castiel said as he began counting out loud.

You stood from your seat and stirred the batter for three minutes without sitting.

Flour was everywhere somehow. You don't know how it got in your hair and all over Cas but it did. But then you remembered Cas messing up on his counting and you threw a handful of flour at him which resulted in a flour war.

The two of you laughed and started to be serious again.

Once the flour had been rolled into the crusts, you begin placing everything together.

"Wait, Dean likes his apples fresh," You said. You snapped your fingers and disappeared. You then reappeared with a basket of apples from the local orchard.

"Dean will like the fresh apples I got," You said hopefully.

"Why must you be so perfect with everything?"

"Because, dear brother, I am an angel and you need to stop being a butthead."

"I'm being a butthead? How about you with your fresh apples?" He said before throwing one at you. This resulted in another war of food throwing.

The two of you started to mix everything together once you guys called truce and you placed the pies in the oven. You looked at the pretty dessert and smiled at your handiwork.

"Now to make the Christmas tree."

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You and the angel appeared in the tree farm with a lot of Christmas trees. The two of you looked around for the perfect tree, which the two of you did find. It was 6 feet and was covered with snow. You brought it back to the bunker, where you started to decorate it with some decorations you had bought.

The pies were done so they were placed on the counter to cool as you argued with Castiel over which decoration goes at the top.

"I want the star," You yell at the tall angel.

"Well I want the angel at the top."

"I don't care what you want, I want the star."

"No, it will be the angel."

"Brother, let me have the star or I will stab you with an angel blade," You threaten. You were younger than him but he still looked at you with a bit of fear.

He gave you the star and you smiled with content. You placed it gently on top of the tree and you let out a cheer.

"We need presents."

---

You set off to the store to get presents. For Sam, you found a very nice amount of books that you knew he would love. You also got him some fruit because you knew he liked to be healthy.

For Dean, you looked in 15 different stores before you found what you wanted. You got him a brand new gun case, which you carved the proper symbols to keep monsters out of it, and you got him more cassette tapes for Baby. Which you even got him some stuff for Baby so that he can keep taking care of her nicely.

Cas got Dean a bunch of horror movies and he got Sam a set of hair products because he liked how Sam's hair was always nice.

"Hair stuff?" You asked.

"What? I like his hair."

"No you like the smell it brings after he is done in the shower."

"Well it's not my fault that all Dean eats is bacon and eggs."

The two of you wrapped everything up in some pretty red wrapping paper and set it under the tree. You weren't sure when the boys were going to be home but you were happy with everything until you realized that you needed Christmas lights everywhere in the bunker.

You and Cas ran around with hoards of Christmas lights to light up every part. You even put some on the bathroom walls. You placed them everywhere. In Dean's room, in Sam's room, in your room, in the kitchen, in the bathroom, on the railing of the stairs, and even the war room.

After all of the running around and getting everything ready, you got dressed in a silly little elf costume because you heard that people do that.

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Since you had only been with the brothers for a little over five years, you were trying to get used to everything here on Earth. Heaven was very much different. See you were supposed to bring Castiel back to Heaven to be with the angels because they thought he was going soft but then you met Dean Winchester. You saw how much Castiel cared for the boys and you started to realize that your place was with your brother.

You had grown feelings over time for Dean but you knew that he would never take an interest in you because you were an angel and Castiel's sister of all things. But you knew that you had to do something about these human emotions so you were going to tell Dean how you felt about him.

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The boys came home and were confused by all of the lights. Dean though, he smelt pie so he ran to the kitchen where he found you in an apron cutting the pies into pieces. To his surprise, there were more than thirty pies in that kitchen.

"Hey sweetheart, what's with the pies huh?" He asked.

"I made these for you. Cas helped out a bit."

"Why are there so many?"

"Because we were baking and Cas messed up his counting so we made too much so we just made all of these. Also a lot of these were trial runs." You shrugged as if it was normal to have thirty pies around you.

He smiled and Sam hollered for him to come to the library for a moment. You smiled because you knew he found the tree.

"What the?" Sam said.

"I made us a tree. Do you like it?"

"Like it? I love it so much I could kiss you," Dean exclaimed.

Your heart started to beat faster and you knew that Castiel could tell.

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After all of the gift sharing and unwrapping, you all headed to the kitchen but Dean stopped you.

"Thank you for all of this." He said.

"Your welcome, Dean."

"I know that you don't understand all of this because you are an angel and you guys don't understand this kind of stuff but I really am glad you did this," Dean said softly, looking at you with great fondness.

"I know that it is special to you humans to celebrate Christmas."

"Hey, guys look above you!" Sam called out.

Above the two of you was a mistletoe that you hadn't placed there. You glanced at Cas but all he did was shrug.

"I guess we have to kiss," Dean said, looking down at your lips.

"I guess we do. But first I have to tell you that I like yo-" Dean cut you off with the most breathtaking kiss you ever had. In fact, it was your first kiss ever. His lips moved against yours and you wrapped your arms around his neck.

"Guys, I want to eat!" Cas yelled.

The two of you parted and walked to the kitchen after a brief moment of looking at each other.

"Alright, who wants pie?" You asked as Dean wrapped his arms around your waist.

"I do!" And everyone knew whose mouth that came from.

"Merry Christmas everyone!" We all said at the same time before digging into the pies.

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[theweirdymcweirderson]

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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[marvelwitchergilmore]

Saying “I Love You.”

Summary: Dean Winchesters x Fe!Reader ~ The four times Dean Winchester said “I love you.” and the one time you meant it as something more. 

FLUFF! FLUFF! FLUFF! (mentions of periods, kissing, falling in love and like, one swear word)

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The first time Dean Winchester told you he loved you, it was when he got back from Hell. Not straight away, though. It had been after a werewolf hunt. It had been pretty simple for this kind of hunt. 

Sam was still inside the motel room, fast asleep. You knew Dean hadn’t been sleeping much since he got back, waking up with terror in his eyes. More than usual. 

The morning had been cold, the icy mist and fog slowly settling across the fields across from them. The motel they found was in the middle of nowhere. Much like the pack had been. 

Dean looked back, hearing the motel door open and close. You stepped out, your body wrapped in a pair of jeans, a long henley - one that, let’s be honest, probably belonged to one of the boys - a flannel (also their’s) and a thick woolen jumper along with a pair of boots on your feet. 

“Hey,” you smiled. Your voice was quiet. The first word of the day. 

Dean smiled seeing your hair, slightly messy from sleep. Your face was slowly growing in colour and your eyes were still showing tiredness. 

“Hey,” Dean said back. 

He was leaning against the Impala, watching the fog and mist across the grass, a cup of coffee in his hand. Dean didn’t really know how long he’d been up, but it was long enough for his coffee to be colder than it should have been. 

“You weren’t in bed.”

You and Dean had shared a bed that night. Like every night. You had been hunting with him since Sam left for college. It was both your own solo hunt and Dean’s. You worked it together. You stuck together after that. 

Neither of you really could remember why or how you both decided to stick together but it was better together than alone, so that was something. 

Dean seemed to dodge the statement all together, reaching round behind him. “I got you coffee. It’s probably cold by now but-”

“Thank you,” you smiled. “I love it.”

Dean smiled back before taking a drink and looking back to the fog. 

“You can talk to me, you know. I won’t tell Sam if you really don’t want me to.”

You could see the look in his eyes. Distant. Lost. 

“Dean?”

You placed a gentle hand on his upper arm, and that was when he looked at you. 

“I love you.” Dean blurted out, looking at you. No, not looking at you. Looking into you. Like his entire head was talking to you through telekenisis, letting you know about everything he wished he could say outloud. 

“Not in the “I’m-madly-in-love-with-you.” way, so, you don’t have to look so worried.” Dean said with a small laugh. “I just...you’re my family. You and Sam. And, I love you.”

You gave him a light smile. He’d tell you when he’s ready. 

“I love you, too.”

You placed a long kiss to his cheek before landing back on your feet. 

“Next time you wanna leave in the middle of the night, at least leave me a blanket. You are my designated human heater.” You joked, finding a smile spread on Dean’s face. 

“Sure.”

- - - - - - - - - - 

The second time Dean Winchester told you he loved you was during a hunt. It was just a quick one. One that was so flippant that you didn’t even realise either of you had said it until Sam brought it up later that night while Dean was at a bar and you were left with Sam in the motel room. 

You were, once again, pretending to be FBI agents. You were interviewing a couple of suspects and speaking to local police when you were given a lead. You would call Sam and search it out together whilst Dean stayed back at the Police Department so check out a few more things. 

“Just, be careful?” Dean had asked you before you left the station. 

You smiled and gave a nod. “I will.”

“Okay. I love you.”

“Love you, too.”

Other people who had heard around the station just gathered you were partners in both work and life so didn’t really question it. Sam, however...this had been the first time he’d heard it. 

“So, what was all that about earlier?”

“What was all what?” You asked, your eyes not leaving the case files in front of you. 

You had found Dean a few hours ago still at the sation in the back. The lead Detective, when you walked in, pointed you to the room. 

“He’s been in there since you left.”

“Thanks.”

You walked in slowly. Dean was sat at a small desk, his tie off, his top buttons undone and his hair a little messy but in an attractive way. Not that you would tell him that. It would probably only boost his ego. 

You had to basically drag him to the bar. 

The last couple of weeks, Dean had been getting too far into the work. Hell, Sam was beginning to spend more and more time at a bar than researching. And his time at being at both hadn’t changed. 

“All that before. The...I love you.” Sam smiled. 

You thought back. “Oh. Oh, yeah. It’s just...what we said. We’re family. It’s normal.”

Sam gave a smirk. “The only time Dean has ever told me he loves me, to my face, in actual human words is when one of us is dying.”

You looked up to Sam across the room and smiled. “Well, maybe it’s about time we said ‘I love you’ without any of us dying. Sam, he didn’t mean nothing by it. Not in the way you’re thinking.”

Sam smiled. “I- I’m not thinking anything.”

“Yes, you are. And you can stop. We’re good friends, Sam. You and Dean...you’re my family.”

“Alright.”

“Stop.”

Sam couldn’t hide his smile. “Okay, okay. But, just tell me one thing?”

“What?” you asked. 

“Will you make Cas wear a dress as Maid-of-Honour?”

You rolled your eyes and threw one of the library books at Sam’s head. 

- - - - - - - - - - - 

The third time Dean Winchester said ‘I love you’ was in the afternoon not long after they found the Bunker. 

Sam had gone on a run, Charlie was sat at the table typing away in her own little world and Dean was out on a beer run. 

And yourself, you were stood in the kitchen cooking the first decent meal you’d all had in a long, long time. 

“Hey!” Dean caught Charlie’s attention before he threw her a bag of chips. 

“Oh, my god, you found them?!” Charlie smiled. 

“Last in the store. You’re welcome. And for the chef for the evening,” Dean pulled out a bottle of orange soda. One they hadn’t sold in years. Not anywhere outside of your home town, anyway. 

You smiled and took the bottle from him. “Aw-ww. Thank you. I can’t believe you found this.”

“Yeah, apparently they changed manufacturer a few years ago.”

“Well, thank you.” You jumped up and kissed his cheek before remembering you had something for him. 

“Pie? You- You baked me a pie?” Dean asked as you lifted it from the counter. 

“One fresh cherry pie. Just for you.” 

“Just for-” Dean looked from the pie to you with a wide smile before he pulled you in for a tight hug. “Have I ever told you how much I love you? Because I do. So much. I love you, so, so much.”

You smiled and let out a laugh. 

“Hey, I helped!” Charlie called out from the table before she scrambled out from the bench and over to both of you, joining the hug. 

- - - - - - - - - - - -

The fourth time Dean Winchester told you he loved you, it had been much like second. It was just flippant. Said casually as if it came off his lips and tounge every single day. And, let’s be honest, it did. 

He might not have said the words ‘I love you’, but he said them in other ways. In the ways he made you coffee in the morning. How, after a night of drinking, you didn’t even open your eyes as you walked into the kitchen and grabbed what you thought had been a coffee pot. 

“Why does my coffee taste of apples?”

Dean was soon beside you. “That’s because it’s apple juice.” He took the cup from your hand and placed his own coffee mug in it’s place. “Here.” Dean had a soft smile on his lips as he watched you drink your coffee and visablely relax and leant against his chest as he stood beside you. 

“Can you make the world stop spinning?”

“I would if I could, sweetheart.” Dean smiled. 

It was in the ways he cleaned your guns when you got back from a hunt whilst you patched up Sam, not trusting the long-haired-moose to do it properly. 

He said ‘I love you’ in the way he would let you hold his hand, make him sit down, and patch him up after you got back from a hunt and his mind had been elsewhere the entire time. It was in the ways he would cover you up late at night or how he’d walk you to bed and make sure you didn’t crash out in the hallway. 

Dean Winchester said ‘I love you’ in the way that he would tell you what was going on in his head when you asked, whether that be verbally or silently with just one look. It was in the way he would look at you when you told him something or gave him something he needed when even he didn’t know he was in need of it. 

You both knew each other like the back of your hand. And nothing would ever change that.

The fourth time Dean Winchester said the words ‘I love you’ was early one morning. You had been awake for about 20 minutes and he was going out on a quick store run. 

“You need anything?” Dean asked you. 

You looked around when suddenly, the two things you were looking for appeared in front of your face. 

“Thanks.”

Dean smiled and nodded. You wrote him a list of items you needed, adding sanitary pads as the bottom of the list. 

“Ooh, already?” Dean asked. He knew how painful your periods could get. There had been many times he’d washed your sheets whilst you got cleaned up in the bathroom. 

He was a hunter. He’d seen a lot worse than monthly blood spilled onto sheets. 

Those were the words he’d told you when you panicked and came back out of the bathroom and found him stripping your bed of your bloodied sheets. 

You hummed in response. 

“Okay.” Dean nodded. “You want me to pick you up some of that chocolate you like?”

“And potato chips!” You called out from where you had your head buried in your arms that lay folded on the table. 

Dean nodded. “And potato chips. Okay. I’ll be back in 40 minutes. I love you.” Dean quickly kissed the top, his hands gently squeezing the top of your arms. 

You mumbled back a response; “I love you, too.” but you were 30 seconds from falling asleep again.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 

Finally, the fifth time Dean Winchester told you he loved you...it was also the first. The first time he said those words in a way unlike any other he had before. It was the first time he said those three little words that had such a bigger impact than you throught they would have.

Everything seemed to change a few months ago. One day everything had been fine, normal, familiar. And then...it all changed. It was like everytime Dean wanted and went to say those three little words, he couldn’t. He’d say nothing and just hug you or oddly nod before leaving the room as quick as he could.

Usually it was the latter. 

You had thought over and over again about what could have happened, what could have been said but you couldn’t. 

You had been in pain. Both from cramps and from the fact you got thrown backwards at warp-speed into a barn door not more than a few hours before hand. 

“You okay? You need anything?” Dean asked as he walked into the library where he found you leaning against the table, your head down and eyes squeezed as tight as your hands were wrapped around the edge of the wooden table. 

You hummed tightly and shook your head. 

Dean waited a few moments, knowing the pain would pass just enough for you to be able to move. 

“Okay, come on. You got your hot water bottle?” 

You nodded. “In my room.”

“Then you go and get settled and I will make you some of that witch-tea that Rowena brought the last time she was here.”

You gave a small laugh. “It’s just ginger tea, Dean. It’s not a magical potion - although it does feel like it is sometimes.”

Dean nodded slightly. “Maybe so, but when it comes from her, I will always be a little skeptical.”

That night, Dean fell asleep beside you, you cuddled into him as you both sat and watched old reruns of Scooby-Doo. Dean seemed to remember everything that happened from the episodes, even if he hadn’t seen them in 20 years. 

That morning, Dean went missing and you eventually found him cleaning Baby in the garage towards midnight. He’d been out driving all day. 

But you were about to get the answers you had been waiting for. The answers to why Dean had been avoiding you and trying to keep you at arms length. 

It was late at night and Dean had been acting weird all day. It was like he wanted to be close to you but at the same time, run for the hills. And it was killing you. You just wanted to hold him. Hug him. Kiss him. Do something just to make him stand in the same room with you for more than 30 seconds. 

Sam had gone to bed a couple of hours ago and Cas was on a ‘weekend get-away’. Something you and Sam had booked for him a few months ago. He needed a break from Angel business and hunting business. The retreat was warded against most supernatural beings and just enough so that Angels couldn’t use their powers. Niether could demons. It was a place of relaxation for all supernatural beings. 

You were sat in the kitchen reading through some old case files that Garth had sent through. A couple of suspicious things had been happening two towns over. It might be nothing, but it was worth a look. You were finishing up on background research. 

Standing, you walked over towards the stove and began making a cup of tea when you felt a presence stood by the door. 

Dean.

“Hey, can-” Dean paused for a moment. “Can we talk?”

You wanted to yell yes. God, you’d love nothing more. 

“Sure.”

Slowly, Dean walked inside as if he was waiting for the floor to open up beneath him. Every step just...please don’t break beneath me, you are the only thing holding me in an upright position right now.

“What’s up?” You asked, walking back over to the table, only, Dean intercepted you. Dean stood in front of you and eventually leanted against the edge of the table. 

“Dean, I love that you want to talk to me but I thought this might involve actual words.” You said light-heartedly. “Dean? Hey, is everything-”

“I love you.” Dean blurted out, but the moment he did, his eyes went wide with panic. 

“That’s what you wanted to tell me?” You smiled. “I love you, too.”

“No. No, I mean- I love you.”

You furrowed your eyebrows and tilted your head. It was like he wanted it to sound different but it didn’t. 

“Dean? Wait. Hold on. You haven’t done something reckless have you?” You quickly placed down your hot cup of tea on the side and stood back in front of him with your hands on your hips. “Because I swear to god, if you have-”

“What? No. No. I haven’t done anything reckless. Or stupid. Or any other adjective you want to use. No. I just...God, I didn’t think this was the way it would go.”

“What would go?”

“Me...opening up...like this. What else am I supposed to say?”

You let a small laugh escape from your lips. “Say about what, Dean?”

“That I love you. That I’m in love with you. And not in a cool way, like, at all. I’m talking the ending of When Harry Met Sally; the whole you want the rest of your life to start right away speech.”

You didn’t know what to say. For one, he’d referenced a movie that he said he’d never watched - although you both had watched it together about two years ago and Dean knew most of the lines- for two, he was in love with you. 

“Son of a bitch.” Dean spoke under his breath as he looked to his hands. “I knew I shouldn’t have said anything. Let’s just- can we forget this ever happened? Yeah, let’s just do that-”

Dean went to stand up but with a firm hand you pushed him back down to sit against the edge of the table. 

“This is why you’ve been so weird the last couple of months?” You wasn’t really looking him in the eyes as you spoke, but once you finished, it was like Dean could feel your stear piercing his soul. 

“What?” Dean asked. “Wait. I tell you I’m in love with you and that’s your recation? You could seem less offended.”

“No. No. I’m not...I’m just...when?”

“When?”

You nodded. “When?”

Dean straightened up, his hands relaxed in his lap. “Four months ago.”

You stood back and folded your arms. “Four months?”

“You called me a nerd before you fell asleep and told me you wouldn’t have me any other way. But four months ago, I just realised that I was. I was long gone before that.”

You knew something about that. 

About a year ago, you had a freak out and you didn’t know why. Just woke up one day, Dean had cooked you breakfast and made your eggs exactly how you liked them - unlike Sam who, god love him for a tryer, just couldn’t get them right.

But, you being you, had taken it out on the case, freaking out of over the littlest things until Dean took you by the shoulders and made sure you were looking at him when he talked before he pulled you in for a hug. 

That was when you knew you were a gonner. 

He knew everything about you and it took you more than a decade to realise that you were completely in love with the legendary hunter, Dean freakin’ Winchester. 

“You’re in love with me.” You said it as a statement whe you began walking backwards until you were finally leaning against the silver kitchen island. “You’re in love with me?”

Dean knew you well enough to know that this wasn’t a rejection. This was pure confusion and fear. But, to be honest, he’d been weird with you the last couple of months and then, close to midnight, had confessed his undying love for you.

You looked across at him. “This isn’t some cruel joke, right? You’re still you? I know this place is warded within an inch of its cement but...���

Dean was now in front of you and reached behind you for a container of salt and the small jar of holy water. He poured them both over his hand and then pulled out his silver blade. 

It was him, alright.

“Look, you don’t have to say anything. You don’t even have to look at me but with how our lived have been in the last 20 years, I guessed I better say something sooner before we were hit with yet another life-threatening-world-altering threat.”

You nodded, rubbing your face before looking up to him. “Yeah, that’s probably a good idea. I’m in love with you, too.”

“You don’t have to just say it to make this less awkward.”

“I’m not. I’m in love with you. You remember my freak out last year? That was when I realised-”

“Y/N, you don’t have to-”

But Dean was unable to finish the sentence because less than a second later, your lips were on his. You could feel his entire body go stiff until he realised what was happening. 

And after he did, it felt kinda...normal. Familiar, even. Like this was how it was always meant to be.

Just you and him. Together. Like this.

His hands came to both your face and your lower back pulling you in further to him as your hands went from his flannel shirt to his neck. 

You didn’t know when you both broke the kiss, but either way, you both stood still in each other’s arms, holding one another, heads lightly against one another. 

“I love you, Y/N. I’m in love with you.”

You smiled. “I’m in love you with, too, Dean Winchester.”

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[angelkissiies]

An extra shot of vodka

archangel gabriel x reader

word count : 3204

TW/CW : show level violence, drugging, fluff, protective gabriel.

“Can we go over the plan again?” You asked, smoothing out the uncomfortable floor length dress. For some reason, Dean had picked the wrong size and now the blue silk pinched and dug into your skin in the most uncomfortable of places. It encapsulated your figure, more than likely the elder winchesters personal plan.

Sam tucked a pouch of salt into his coat pocket as he looked up at you, his eyes widened in sudden surprise before he took on a poker face. “Yeah, basically- you’re gonna go in, mingle a little bit. You’re going to find Jimmy and get him alone. It’s crucial you seclude him, so we can come in and take him out. Got it?” He made it sound so easy, and for him- it probably was. It was better not to question him.

You swallowed thickly as you tucked a piece of hair back, you could barely recognize yourself. Of course, you’ve gotten dressed up before but this was extreme. You had to fit in with millionaires, that took some work. “And what about Gabriel?” You questioned, busying your hands with the knife strapped to your thigh under the silk. It was just thin enough to not be seen under the fabric.

The man chuckled lightly under his breath, “Gabriel will be our eyes. He will be watching you every step of the way, every move you make he’s going to report back to us. Once you get inside, you’ll see a balcony on the second floor. That’s where he’ll be once the clock hits 8:32 exactly.” He tapped on his watch before actually looking at the time, the number glowing ‘8:20.’

“Show time!” Dean shouted, barging in from the adjoining door connecting the two rooms. “You,” he began, giving you a nudge, “-are gonna do whatever it takes to get that man alone. Seduce him, if you have to.”

A flutter of wings could be heard throughout the room, making you turn to come face to face with none other than Gabriel himself.

“You look delicious, (y/n).” He smiled, sending a playful wink your way. The archangel was dressed in a solid black suit, perfectly tailored to fit his body. The top two buttons had been left unbuttoned, which made your eyes linger longer than you’d like to admit. “Maybe don’t seduce him though, he looks like he might have something.” Gabriel stated, giving a small shrug as he fastened a watch onto his wrist.

You gave him a small smile, not trying to give him too much satisfaction. “Let’s do this, shall we?” With a last glance in the mirror, you checked your disguise- everything seemed perfect.

Gabriel took your hand in his, gently pulling you closer to him. “Meet us there, will you?” He gave a little wave before flying the two of you out of the hotel and to the venue of the event. It didn’t feel like flying, it felt like a breath of wind in your face and then a little nausea once your feet were back on the ground, trippy was the best word for it.

You took a deep breath, letting the wave of discomfort from the nausea pass before putting on your poker face. Gabriel had situated the two of you in the gardens connecting to the main entrance to the party, just as planned. “Blend in, blend in, blend in.” You chanted to yourself, words trailing into a whisper as you walked towards the security at the door.

The man stood at an unreasonably tall height, looking down with what could only be described as annoyance as he gripped his clipboard tightly in one hand. “Name. First and last.” He stated in a monotone voice, looking you up and down. “ID as well.”

You gave him a smile, nodding as you opened your purse to pull out your ID. “The name is Magnolia Ferries.” You handed him the ID, watching his expression as he flipped through the list of names. Gabriel had pulled out all the stops, with his abilities he was able to place your fake name on the list and create a professional grade fake ID to use in place of the Winchesters a-maturely made ones.

He tapped the clipboard with your ID before handing it back to you. “Here you go, Ms.Ferries. You may go in.” He turned to open the door for you, gilded handle turning and opening to a meticulously decorated ballroom filled with dozens of the cities finest. It was like a scene right out of a movie.

You tucked your ID back into your bag as you headed inside, standing confidently when really you had never felt more intimidated. These people had so much money, so much influence. One wrong move and the whole operation would be wrecked. You threw on a polite smile, carefully grabbing a champagne flute from a passing waiter- nothing could help you loosen up better than alcohol.

‘Dear Gabriel, hear my prayer- blah blah blah. I’m in. No sight of him yet.‘

Praying was going to be your only means of communication with Gabriel- which in itself sounded like a bad idea. It was a half-baked solution to the earwig problem, but a solution nonetheless. It also seemed to please Gabriel, as he was usually only ever receiving prayers from desperate Catholics- which he had learned to blockout.

You felt a tingling sensation on your shoulder, a telltale sign that he was listening. It was different for everyone. For you, it was just much more gentle than what he inflicted on the Winchesters. He found it funny, and secretly, you did as well.

As you wandered around the room, you spotted Gabriel. He was standing on the balcony holding a cup filled with a mysterious amber liquid. He couldn’t be enjoying it, he was a fruity drink kind of man. His eyes met yours, only for a second, but it felt like much longer. He seemed to be trying to tell you something.

‘Gabriel? Do you see him?’ You thought silently, trying to remain inconspicuous as you scanned the room. You turned to move towards the bar, thinking he might be there but you were abruptly stopped by a man stepping in your path.

“Oh excuse me.” You smiled, trying to go around the man. In turn, he grabbed your arm, which made you freeze in place. This was not part of the plan.

He chuckled, clearing his throat slightly. “Now wait a minute, what’s got you in such a hurry?” He questioned, still holding his grip on your arm.

You shrugged, giving him a polite smile as you pulled your arm away from the man. You felt the familiar tingling on your shoulder but shook your head just enough to tell Gabriel that you were fine. It didn’t subside though, almost as if it was lying in wait. “Nowhere, actually.” You replied, holding your hand out for the man to shake. “I’m Magnolia Ferries, and you are?”

“Terrance. Terrance Forester. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Ms.Ferries. Is there a Mr.Ferries floating around here anywhere?” He questioned, eyes darting around for anyone who looked like they could be your date. He was a suspicious looking man, but not the one you were supposed to be seducing. This man, Terrance, was at least ten years older than you. His hair was graying in all the wrong areas and he stood just about an inch shorter than you. Not exactly your definition of a catch, but to each their own.

It took everything in you not to scowl at Terrance, the audacity leaving a bad taste in your mouth. “No, there is not. Happily unmarried.” You forced a laugh, flashing your empty ring finger as you entertained his not so subtle flirting.

‘Is he still here?’

Two light fluttery taps on your shoulder indicated he was, that was a relief. Dean would have a fit if you missed this chance to take him down.

“That’s good news for me, would you like to get a drink?” He offered, waving towards the bar. It was pretty busy, seeing most were over the bitter champagne. A perfect chance to escape and get back to the plan.

You nodded, “A drink sounds nice, maybe you could tell me more about yourself in the meantime.” It was a harmless suggestion, one you hoped would give you an out when the time came.

Terrance grabbed a hold of your arm again, this time practically dragging you to the bar. People spared a few glances as the two of you passed through them to find a seat, which that in itself was almost impossible, but after a couple IOU’s from Terrance- a pair of seats were free. The same couldn’t be said about yourself, the constant touching from him driving you mad.

“I’ll have a gin and tonic and she’ll have a…” He trailed off, looking at you expectantly.

“A cosmo, with an extra shot of vodka.” You added, getting a small nod from the bartender. It wasn’t a complicated order, a pretty standard one- one that often got you made fun of by Dean for your ‘girly taste’ in drinks. You couldn’t care enough to be bothered, if you were going to drink it was gonna taste good at the very least.

“Good choice.” You heard faintly, a small breath of air caressing the shell of your ear. That itself made you almost jump out of your skin, considering no one was there. Goosebumps rose on your arms and you gently tried to rub them away as your drink was served.

Terrance took a sip of his drink, face twisting a tiny bit at the bitterness of the liquid. “Nothing like hard liquor, right?” He laughed, dipping a hand in his pocket momentarily before resting it on the counter.

You took a sip of your own, the taste not nearly as bad as what you imagined his was like. It was fruity, and not too sweet that it was overbearing.

A light tap on your shoulder got your attention, making you set your glass down before turning to see who it was. Only, no one was there- again. For some reason, it didn’t click right away that it could’ve been Gabriel- but when it did, everything made a lot more sense. You turned your head towards the balcony, where you’d last seen him. He stood there as he had been, he wasn’t looking at you though, but rather past you.

You turned your attention back to the man who had brought you here in the first place, thinking maybe Gabriel had just gotten a message from the Winchesters. You took a large swig from your glass, almost emptying it in the process. “So, what do you do, Terrance? For work I mean.” You asked, swishing the remaining liquid around in the bottom of the glass- noticing a slightly gritty substance sticking to the sides.

“Well, I do a lot of work in the stock industry. Mainly for big companies. My last trade was in tech, some big up-and-comer.” He explained, his stuffy manicured hand moving to rest on your thigh. “I know you don’t care about this stuff, do you Ms.Ferries?”

You were beyond uncomfortable but when you went to speak, no words seemed to come out. You felt… wrong. Your head became heavy and it felt like a chore to hold yourself up, and your body began to slump onto the counter. The gears in your head began to turn. The gritty substance in your glass, the timing, the creep who had every chance to get his hands on your drink. You’d been drugged. Your head lulled onto the cold counter and before you knew it, the whole world had gone black.

Gabriel had seen the whole ordeal, from the moment the man dug into his pocket to now- he knew he was up to no good. He moved down the stairs as fast as possible without drawing too much attention. He would’ve just flew but that would be harder to explain to normal people than this. His blood was boiling by the time he reached where Terrance was at, as he attempted to guide your limp body into his arms.

“Hey! Get the fuck away from her.” Gabriel shouted, grabbing the man by his hair and ripping him away from you.

Terrance groaned in pain and tried to wriggle out of his grip, hands flailing in a failed attempt to fight back against Gabriel’s assault. “Let go of me, you freak! This is my wife, she just got a little too wasted. She’s a light drinker.”

Gabriel felt his body move before he could really comprehend what he was doing, he slammed the guys head into the countertop- erecting a steady stream of blood from the man’s forehead. “Oh really? That’s so funny because that just so happens to be my girlfriend and she’s a hell of a drinker.” He growled, ignoring the alarmed stares and murmurs that were brought on by the onslaught violence.

“No.. I-I’m sorry. I’ll leave her alone… I swear. Just let me go.” He begged, face now covered in the hot sticky liquid.

He shook his head, momentarily letting go to move his hand to the man’s throat. He dug his nails into the skin around his esophagus. Gabriel knew enough about the human body to hurt this man without completely killing him, I mean, it’s almost like he was there to help create it. He squeezed until the man’s face turned a sickly shade of purple, any longer and he’d probably die. He almost continued, a part of him wanting to kill this man for what he’d done to you. He had to stop himself, he needed to get you out of here.

Gabriel threw the man down onto the floor, completely ignoring his wounded cries as he tended to you. Your body was limp under the effects of the drugs, your deadweight bringing a new sense of dread into his stomach as he hoisted you into his arms. He held you close to his chest, stabilizing you as he headed towards the hall. He needed to disappear from their view. A conveniently placed broom closet was the best he could do, and as soon as he ducked in- the two of you were gone.

In a flutter of wings, he was back in the motel room. You were tucked safely in his arms, still drugged out of your mind. Gabriel had watched as that grimy man, Terrence, roofied your drink. That’s when he started on his way over there, he didn’t waste anytime.

He laid you gently onto the bed, taking off his suit coat to drape over your body before reaching for the motel phone. He quickly dialed up Deans personal phone, anxiously awaiting his answer. He couldn’t heal you, you hated when he did that- but god, he really wanted to.

“It’s Dean, who’s this?”

Gabriel let out a breath that he’d held in his chest, “It’s Gabriel. Get back to the motel, now. Somethings happened to (y/n).”

“We’re on our way.”

It wasn’t even ten minutes before Dean and Sam got back to the motel, in that time Gabriel had- not one but two breakdowns thinking about what might happen. He couldn’t stop thinking that he might have been able to do more, get to you before you drank that alcohol. He was a goddamn archangel for Pete’s sake, he should’ve done something to help you.

Dean practically broke the door down with how hard he swung it open, “What happened?!” He questioned, moving to one side of the bed to look at your body for wounds. To his surprise, there were none. Sam was at his side, using his hand to test your temperature, gasping lightly at the sheer heat emitting from your body.

Gabriel ran his hands through his hair, “It was this man, he roofied her. I couldn’t get to her in time before she drank it, but I took care of the guy. Is she going to be okay? I wanted to heal her but she hates being healed. I don’t know what to do. Dean, I swear to chuck, i tried to get to her. Tell me it’s going to be okay, okay? She’s gonna be fine, right?” He spewed, words spilling off his tongue before he could even catch up mentally.

Sam stood to his full height, placing his hands on Gabriel’s shoulders comfortingly. “Hey, calm down. Everything is going to be fine, but whether she likes it or not- you need to heal her. She has a really bad fever and we don’t know what exactly he slipped her. Can you do that?” His voice was steady, keeping himself calm as he instructed Gabriel.

The man nodded, moving away from Sam and to your side. He sat gently on the edge of the bed, pushing your hair away from your face before resting his hand on your forehead. A soft glowy light emitted from his hand, transferring into your body and stripping the drugs from your system. He knew how much you hated the feeling afterwards but he just wanted you to be conscious and alert again, he needed to know if you were okay.

You twitched lightly, eyes fluttering open to be greeted with the harsh fluorescence of the bedside lamp. You were back at the motel. “Gabriel?” You whispered, his hand still on your forehead.

Gabriel removed his hand, turning the lamp away from you slightly. “Hey, yeah. How are you feeling?” He hummed, giving you a soft smile.

Sam grabbed Deans sleeve and pulled him towards the front door, wanting to give the two of you some space to get caught up. Dean resisted, leaving the two of them awkwardly standing next to the mini fridge nudging into the conversation happening between Gabriel and yourself.

“That guy… Terrance.. he drugged me, didn’t he? That bastard.” You huffed out, pushing yourself up into a sitting position on the bed. It wasn’t until then you noticed Gabriel’s jacket, it had been draped over your body for warmth. More than likely because he knew how much you hated the motel blankets they had provided. “What happened after that?”

He held up his hand, which still had the man’s blood on it from his assault. “I handled it..” he trailed off, moving to rub the blood off onto his black pants. “He got what was coming to him. I pinky promise.” He chuckled lightly, the tension finally leaving his body as he realized how okay you were. You were talking, moving around, breathing normally again. You were just fine.

“Thank you, really. I mean it. There’s no telling what might have happened if you hadn’t done that.” You hummed, moving your hand to rest on his. His hand was soft and warm, everything you’d imagined it would be. “I do have a question though.”

Gabriel nodded, raising an eyebrow as he gently moved to intertwine your fingers. “Ask me anything.”

“By chance did I hear you tell Terrance I was your girlfriend?”

“How did you hear that?!”

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Cherry Pie Kiss

Slice Two

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader

Summary: Out on the hunt, out of state and out of options; with your life on the line, Dean makes a call you're not happy with. Just when you thought you couldn't take any more, he brings a peace offering.

Haven't read Part One? - Catch up here.

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A/N: This is part 2 of 3 of what started as a short one shot, but someone asked for another slice of pie so I'm here to deliver. There isn't any smut in this part (its all going to be in part 3 😂) but there are graphic depictions of gore, violence and death which is why I ask minors not to read or interact. Reader is female but generic, and obviously has feelings but is kind of stuck in this hate to love him type thing which carries on from part 1. I hope you enjoy the read and are ready for the goonfest and gratuitous smut coming in part 3.

Warnings: gore, death and gruesome depictions of canon-type violence, profanity as standard for my work, bit of angst, bit of fluff right at the end.

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Dean Winchester.  You hate him.  His saviour complex, his unwavering strength, the way he’s so damn selfish though not in the ways that count… But boy, can he wear a pair of jeans.  Phew-ee!

You hate that you can’t stop looking at him, leaning on the jukebox of the bar you’re in, feeding it quarters in exchange for some feel-good tunes.  Ugh!  Asshole!

Tonight had been a tough night.  Even Sam was feeling the burn.  Out on the hunt, out of state and out of options, the three of you had played a Hail Mary and it had paid off.  Those damn vamps had just kept on coming.  Sam was down and you were in a bad way with what felt like a hoard of those fuckers piling into the abandoned factory to make a meal out of you all.  Starting out, you had all been so sure that you had this little group in the bag but, as per usual with these goddamn things, the plan didn’t pan out.

Dean had dragged you and a semi-conscious Sam into a tight space between the machines.  One way in, one way out.  You were both toast if you were found and of course you would be found; the vamps had your scent.

Groggily, you watched dean uncoil something from his pocket and string it across the opening at about neck height.

“Guitar string.”  He winked at you as if this idea was the best idea he had ever had and should have been plan A from the start.

“We’re fucking bait?”  You hissed furiously.  No, surely not?  Dean would never use his brother as bait.  Would he?  “Goddamn asshole!”  You snarled with as much vitriol you could muster between your gasping breaths and painful ribs.

He just gave you that weary look he had been wearing for the past hour and shrugged his shoulders before pulling out his machete and hiding himself out of sight.  “Get ready.”

You brandished your blade and hauled yourself to your feet, ready to fight.  There was no point wasting any more breath insulting him.  If you got out of this alive, you would have plenty of opportunity to call him all the names under the sun.  IF you got out alive.

The first vamps that found you came rushing in, right down the tight alley framed by the large machinery and with a sharp twang, Dean’s trap garrotted them straight through, taking their heads clean off.  Of the next three, the wire took the first two but the third approached cautiously despite you calling him to come get you.

Dean ran out from his hiding place and attacked the vamp from behind, slashing at the guy’s thick neck twice in order to cut all the way through.  As the body fell you saw why the vamp had stopped – the trap had remnants of flesh and blood along it from its previous victims making it easier to see.  You wiped your sleeve along it to clean the bits of hanging flesh off making it almost invisible again. Dean gave you an impressed nod.

Another two vamps fell to the wire but the last one got snagged as she fell, snapping it and making it useless.  Well, it was a good idea while it lasted, you thought.

It took you two a little while longer to attract the remaining few vamps who obviously knew something was up.  Sam was in no fit state, still groaning on the ground.  You were weak and in a lot of pain but you kept swinging your blade, struggling to breathe let alone stand.

The fight had been brutal and both you and Dean were covered in blood by the time it was over.  You were on your knees, slumped over a vamp you had had to hack into to remove the head, your blade surely blunt by now.  You were ready to close your eyes and give up when Dean pulled you to your feet.

“C’mon,” he said gruffly, “up and at’em.”  Helping you out over the pile of decapitated bodies, he hauled a now mostly conscious Sam through the mess.

You had made it to the Impala and, for once, Dean hadn’t grumbled about getting blood on Baby’s seats but throwing a couple blankets down instead.  Sam slumped in the front while you crawled in the back, weary and sore.  Your eyes met Dean’s in the rearview mirror but yours flicked away immediately, unable to look at him without getting angry.  When you looked back so did he, like he knew you’d be looking, and held on, asking if you were okay without actually asking.  If he really cared he wouldn’t have used you as bait.

You let your head fall back onto the seat and closed your eyes frustrated by his dichotomy.

After a while on the road, Dean turned the radio on, breaking the silence which opened the door for you to say what was on your mind.  Sam hadn’t been bothered one bit by the fact that Dean had used you both as bait, but you were furious.

“It worked, didn’t it?”  Dean snapped, frustrated by your anger.

“I hate you.”

“Yeah, yeah, you and a whole long list of other people.  Aint nothin’ new.”

Around five miles out of Crocker, Missouri, Dean pulled into a truck stop complex which had a convenience store, gas station, diner, a small motel and a dive bar.  The dawn was still hours away and the need for a couple of hours sleep in a comfortable bed was showing on all three of you.  Sam was the cleanest so he made the arrangements; two rooms because there was no way you were sharing a room with that asshole after what he did.  You were just as likely to fuck him out of anger as fight him at that point.

You used the showers in the truck stop to clean off all the blood and get into some clean clothes, relishing in the feel of the warm water and decent water pressure.  You felt a slight pang of guilt that someone would likely be picking vamp chunks out of the drain in the next couple of days but it passed quickly, it probably wasn’t the worst thing these truck stop attendants had seen over the years.

Refreshed by the shower and a take-out burger from the diner, you decided you needed a drink or five, which sounded good to Sam and Dean – you all deserved it.

So, here you are, several drinks in, pounding another tequila shot, trying not to stare at Dean Winchester’s ass while Sam bids you goodnight and takes himself off to one of the two rooms you had paid for at the run-down motel on site.

It seems as if you’re not the only one with an eye for a firm ass in tight Wranglers; a scantily clad barfly sidles up to Dean and strokes her hand down his back as he plugs his final song into the jukebox.  When her hand reaches that ass of his, he straightens and turns, grinning at her with that look you know means he’s going to ride her all the way to dawn.

You can’t watch this.  You don’t have the stomach for it, not tonight.  You pound your remaining two shots and eat the lime slice, peel and all.  Then you’re up off your stool and pushing past Dean and his lady friend, and out into the night where the air cools your heated skin but not your confusing emotions.

In the second of the two rooms, you look at your bruised face and neck in the mirror.  No wonder he didn’t look twice at you, you’re a mess.  It shouldn’t pain you like it does to think of him with another woman.  He asked once and you said no, so that is the end of that.  Plus, you hate him, can’t forget that.  Still, it gives you some small satisfaction that he now has no empty room to take his new friend to so he’ll have to bang her in Baby, on the bloody blankets.  With a spiteful smirk you flop on the bed and fall into a light disturbed sleep.

A loud knock on the door wakes you up with a start.  At first you don’t know where you are.  So used to your room in the bunker, you had almost forgotten what it feels like to sleep that first night in a new place, never truly resting for fear of attack.  It’s only an hour or so since you left the bar and you’re groggy from the tequila and from the waking.

You don’t turn on the lights when you go to the peephole, looking out with your pistol muzzle pushed up against the flimsy wood door.  Dean sways on the other side, his head turned as though he’s listening.

“Sam’s in the other room,” you call, clicking the safety back onto your pistol.

“I know,” he grumbles, “open up.  I got something.”

“It can wait until the morning.”

“Can’t wait,” it sounds muffled, “owwww!” he hisses.

“What the hell,” you sigh, sliding the chain and turning the handle.

Dean stumbles in with his mouth shaped like an “O” as he slides two bowls onto the unit next to the TV, shaking his hands afterwards as if burned.  You close the door and engage the chain out of habit.

“Got you something.”  He grins goofily, obviously much more drunk than you had left him in the bar, and you wonder what happened to the barfly.  Surely the womanizing Dean Winchester hadn’t banged and dropped her in that short a time?

“It’s two in the morning, Dean.”  You wipe a hand down your tired face, lifting your eyes again to see him handing you one of the bowls from the diner.

“Peace offering.”  He says with a smile as he pushes the hot ceramic into your hands, his eyes glistening with mirth and the effects of all the whiskey he shot back earlier.

You look at what he brought you and your heart almost stops.  It’s a steaming hot piece of cherry pie, drizzled in a large puddle of vanilla custard just the way you like it.  You look at his, with his tiny dollop of cream just the way he likes it, and you can’t help but smile.

“Why?”  You ask as you sit on the edge of the bed with him in the chair by the TV, the bowl in your hand, spoon loaded with goodness.

He finishes chewing a piece of the hot pie, sucking in air to cool it in his mouth before he replies.  “I know you hate me.”

“I don’t hate you,” you admit too quickly but the words are out now whether he believes them or not.

“And I know it’s my fault,” he looks at you with those eyes, “I shouldn’t have made things awkward from day one.  So, I’m sorry about that.”

“Thank you.”  You never thought you would ever hear Dean Winchester apologise, or what you would say in return.

“I didn’t know how to take the rejection,” he sighed heavily, “especially not from someone I have this amazing chemistry with, y’know?  But that’s on me.”

What great chemistry did Dean think he had with you?  All the years you had known him, you’d harboured a bit of a crush on him but he always acted like you were one of the guys.  When you two crossed paths it had felt effortless to slip into the old camaraderie but he treated you like a sister, a fellow hunter, until you had shown up on his radar this time covered in blood and all kinds of messed up and he’d gotten all pissed and… ohhhh.

“You were right all those years ago when you said hunters shouldn’t get close,” he continues, “I should’ve listened and never asked that question.”

You remember the conversation clearly.  It was something you had said because you thought it was what he wanted to hear from you.  Younger and more naïve, you had thought that what he wanted was for you to be like one of the guys so you had said the words and hoped that you could remain where you were with him, always close but never at risk of blowing everything.  Over time you had begun to regret that decision, and as soon as he started acting like an asshole it had been easy to trade the feelings you had for ones of resentment.

“I wish I never said it.  I didn’t realise what I would be losing when I asked.”   He looks at you again, beseechingly.  “Do you think we can start again?  Be friends like before?”

You think about it for a moment but the more you think the surer you are that you can’t go back.  You can’t know these things and have these experiences and go back to the beginning.

“No, Dean, I don’t think we can.”  Your words are soft but the devastation in his eyes is sharp and painful.

You stand, placing your untouched bowl on the bedside table, and walk towards him.  His bowl is empty now, but there’s a little piece of pie left on his spoon when you take it from him.  He’s confused but follows your every movement with a mixture of sadness and reverence.

The pie is sweet on your tongue and the way his eyebrows raise when your lips close around the spoon brings a cheeky glint to your eyes.  You sit on his knee, wrapping one arm around his shoulders while the other pulls the now clean spoon past your lips.  You swallow with a sigh.  His hands go to your hip and thigh to steady you as he looks up at you.

You dip your head slowly and he tilts up to meet you, his eyes flicking between yours and your mouth.  He tastes sweet just like you do when you lay your lips on his, a soft kiss that is both the testing of waters and the soothing of sharp emotions.  He squeezes your thigh tighter for a brief moment and you pull back to see the questioning look on his face.

“But you said…”

You shush him with a finger laid over his lips.  “I know what I said.”

“Then what did you mean?”  He swallows hard, licking his lips nervously afterwards as if you’re about to pull the rug out from under him.

“I wish I’d said yes.”

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Summary: Something changes in their dynamics.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: fluff

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Arrested (Sam X Reader)

Authors Note: Hello everyone! This is by far the longest post I have done so far, hopefully it lives up to expectations, but I would love to hear feedback. Please be kind tho. Anyways Enjoy!

Summary: Friends to lovers short story, about hunting a vampire and getting arrested in the process. There is fluff at the end, but mainly is about the hunt.

Word Count: 2.3K

“What the fuck are you doing?” You whisper yelled at Sam.

“I’m getting us into the morgue” Sam whispered back.

“Sam! We could get arrested for this.”

“Of course we could, half of our existence is illegal” He responded, giving you a funny look before opening the back door to the building.

“Well duh, but still, there are cops here, and this is dangerous!” you say, before eventually following Sam in the building.

“Y/N, we will be fine, plus we have a job to do” Sam said, slowly and quietly closing the back door, careful to not make a sound.

“Fine” You say, giving up and getting to work, finding the body you needed to look at.

Normally you wouldn’t have to break into a morgue like this, but for some reason the usual cop ploy didn’t work. Dean said that he was an off duty cop from out of state, and wanted to know about what was happening, since the deaths were so suspicious and weird. Sadly the cops around here were so stuck up their own ass that they couldn’t let any details slip. 

This led you to where you were now. Sneaking around a building full of dead bodies, looking for the one that was mangled so you could try to find clues. All you knew right now was there were four bodies that were supposedly animal attacks. Though the suspicious way they disappeared made all three of you think something else was happening. 

“Hey” you whispered “Over here”

The body you were looking for was right in front of you. Opening the little door, you pulled the shelf with the body out. 

“You ready?” Sam asked. Knowing you weren’t good around dead and mangled bodies.

“No” you reply, before pulling the white sheet back to look at what was left of this poor man.

“Ohhhh” You say, reeling back from the body. His whole stomach area looked like ground beef.

“Yeah, that's bad” Sam agreed, as he put on gloves before looking closer at what used to be a human.

He looked and moved some pieces around. Noticing something small around this guy's nail, Sam moved to get some tweezers and looked closer. Then without warning he dug underneath and pulled out another nail that looked like a werewolves. Next, he opened the mouth and saw holed for fangs to drop down.

“Well this is super weird” Sam said, looking up at you. “He was a werewolf.”

“Whoa, what the fuck would do this to a werewolf?” you ask, genuinely shocked

“I have no idea” He responded.

“Well I guess we should report back to Dean and get researching” You say, recovering the body before slipping back out the door.

Quickly and without sound, the two of you snuck out and back around to the car. Sam hopped in the driver's seat, and you jumped in next to him. Next thing you knew, he was speeding down the road back to the motel room.

“Well, that is super weird” Dean said, after hearing what Sam found.

“Yeah I know, I mean maybe this could be werewolf fights or maybe it could be some really screwed up vampire.” You say, thinking out loud.

“It could be vampires but it would have to be one fucked up vamp for that” Sam said.

“Maybe, but would that make it harder to kill, or not?” You ask, genuinely curious.

The conversation continued and eventually through some research and asking around it was decided that this creature had to have been one screwed up vampire. 

The next step was to figure out where this thing was hiding. Dean spent time driving around and getting the lay of the land. Then he came back and we all went out to scout abandoned buildings, almost looking for a fight. 

Now of course problems had to start. Just as you were about to check one of the last few buildings Dean spotted a car tailing you. After the bad conversation with the cops, you guys were expecting a cop to come around and find us. This just happened to be the best of times. Next thing you saw there was a siren behind you and a loud whooping sound. Terrific, time to get arrested for no reason.

“License and registration” The woman asked, looking in the window.

“What did I do, officer?” Dean asked in a slightly mocking tone.

“Get out of the car sir.” She said,

“Why, what am I under arrest for?” Dean said

“Harboring two fugitives in your vehicle” She responded in a harsh tone. 

Not wanting to raise any alarms as the woman's partner was in the car, All three of you get out of the car and turn around. Time to get the cuffs.

“Don’t say a word” Sam said to the both of us, making sure that no one is incriminated.

Both You and Dean nod in Sam's direction. This was always the routine when getting arrested, staying quiet until one of us can pick the locks and cause a distraction to get the others out.

The next thing that you knew all three of you were in the back of cop cars. Sam and you in one, and Dean in another. Apparently they looked at the tapes of when you and Sam snuck into the morgue to find the body. They were confused on why, but they arrested all of you anyway. On the ride into the station, they asked questions and were trying to get you to talk, it didn’t work. 

This was far from the first time you had been arrested but you were still stressed. Sam helped though, you and Sam had a complicated relationship, but he always helped when your stress got out of hand. Even though you weren’t speaking, he looked at you and mouthed for you to breathe, and you did, slowing down and focusing on how fast you were breathing. By the time you got to the station, you were calm enough to deal with all the shit that would happen next.

“Out” The lady officer said to you, getting you out of the car, and into the building.

Next they got Sam and Dean. Everything was going to be fine, you thought to yourself. You were walked into a makeshift interrogation room, and left to your own devices. 20 minutes later, the lady officer walked back in and started asking all sorts of arbitrary questions. 

After around another 20 minutes she walked out, essentially giving up for the time being. This left time for you to get to work. Quickly and quietly you pulled a bobby pin from your hair, and started picking the cuffs. Eventually you got them off and walked to the door. Slowly you opened the door and slipped out. No one noticed or cared, so you walked over to the restroom which was 5 feet away. Next thing you knew you were out the back window. Time to go raise some hell to get the cops out of this place. Sneaking even further away from the station, you got to work and started causing issues.

~Time Skip to 2 Hours Later

“Took you long enough” Sam said jokingly as you got him out of the cuffs.

“Well you know causing trouble isn’t exactly in my nature” you shot back.

“Yeah, to be fair that is normally Dean’s job” He said.

“True, True.” You say, “Oh, and you know, starting a building on fire is a bit harder than I thought”

“Wait . . .What?” Sam asked

“Well you said get the cops out of here” You respond, before getting into Dean's interrogation room.

“You started a building on fire to get all the cops out?” Sam asked

“Mhmm,” You respond, getting to work on Deans cuffs

“Damn, that's badass Y/N” Dean said.

“Thanks” you start, “but next time it's one of your jobs to get us away from the cops”

“Ok” The boys say in unison.

Now that everyone is out of cuffs, the real work starts. It was time to go hunt down that stupid vampire. Everyone walked out of the station and all hopped into the car, which had been towed to the pound, that just so happened to be not even a full block away.

Not even fully bothered by the cops now, all three of you went on your way to the next building to get that vamp. Thankfully you didn’t have to go far to find out that this building was the one where the vampire was hiding. 

The hunt went smoothly which was rare, Sam and you went around back, while Dean went in the front. The monster was sleeping the day away and barely even knew that we were there before Dean managed to chop its head off. 

After a difficult day the three of you ended up hopping immediately on the road to find a motel to stay at. The cops knew that you had slipped out by now, so it would be smart to get out of the state if possible before settling in for the night.

“I’m tired” you say from the back seat. 

“Then sleep,” Dean responded.

“I can’t . . .I need a pillow or something” You say back, just wanting to be comfy for a while.

“I could sit back there with you, and you could lay your head on my lap,” Sam offered.

You thought for a moment, it was a bit weird that he would offer something like that, but you didn’t exactly want to say no. Sam always did stuff like this for you, and by now your feelings for the younger Winchester had grown.

“Ok” you say, before stifling a yawn.

“Well I need gas so hold on until we get to another station.” Dean replied.

Eventually you guys pulled up to a gas station, and Dean got out to pump gas. Sam then moved from the front to the back seat and you got comfy. Taking off the seat belt you curled up and rested your head on his lap. This was nice you thought to yourself. 

“Sweet dreams” Sam whispered as he felt you relax even further on his lap.

“Mhmm,” you hummed in response, making him smile.

The next thing you knew, you were waking up in a comfy bed, under warm blankets. Initially you were shocked, but then assumed that Sam had carried you in after you fell asleep in the car. This was nice, the fact that he didn’t wake you up, like Dean would have was nice. You smiled before moving a little, getting ready to get comfy again. But then you felt something else, there was another source of heat in the bed. Opening your eyes, you saw Sam lying peacefully next to you.

Thinking this the best time for a move, you adjusted yourself so that your head was resting on Sam’s bare chest, and your legs were wrapped around his. He was normally a pretty light sleeper, but somehow you managed not to wake him in the process. With pleasant thoughts running through your mind, you managed to slip back into sleep.

~The Next Morning.

“Wakey, Wakey, love birds” Dean yelled, making you jump awake.

The smile on his face was too big, you could have slapped it right off him. Then you realized what he said, and what you had done last night. Immediately you jumped out of bed, moving so fast that Sam practically fell off.

“So, how was your little snuggling goin?” Dean inquired, only pushing your buttons further.

“It’s none of your damn business” You snapped at him.

“Man, why did you have to ruin it” Sam whined from the bed, still not getting up.

“What?” you asked, oblivious to the fact that Sam liked sleeping in the same bed as you.

“Oh, did poor Sammy not get his morning lovin” Dean mocked.

“No, because you ruined it, so get out!” Sam half yelled back at his brother. Throwing a pillow in the process.

“Fine, Fine, I’ll get out of your hair, so you and Y/N can finally start dating” Dean said, moving to walk out of the room.

“Bitch” Sam yelled as Dean finally got out.

“Wait a minute, '' he said dating . . . You like me like that?” You immediately asked Sam.

“Yeah, it's pretty obvious at this point. I mean, who else would I let fall asleep on my lap in a car.” Sam said, half awkwardly.

“Oh, yeah I suppose, but why didn’t you say anything?” You asked

“Cause I didn’t know if you were open to dating considering that we kill monsters for a living.” He responded, finally leaving the bed to get dressed.

“Well, does that mean that if I said that I wanted to go on a date with you, you would take me?” You asked, still shocked by all that happened this morning.

“Of course you silly goose” Sam said, as he booped you on the nose. 

“What the fuck man, so much wasted time” you thought out loud.

“Mhmm”

“Wait . . .if you are going to take me on a date I have the right to do this then!” you declare, walking up to him. You stood on your tippy toes, wrapping your arms around him, you kissed him. 

There was an initial moment of shock, but it wore off fast and Sam kissed you back. Once it was over the both of you stepped back and looked at eachother. 

“I have been waiting for that for so long, you have no idea,” Sam said.

“Well now you can do it whenever you please.” You say back as he moved in for another kiss. 

After getting arrested for breaking into a morgue, and dealing with a vampire who absolutely shredded werewolves, you had a temporary happy ending. With that you blissfully enjoyed the rest of the moment. Relishing in the fact that Sam was going to bring you out on a date.

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[mind-empty-just-fictional-people]

Too Many Beds

main masterlist | supernatural masterlist 

summary: you want nothing more than an excuse to sleep next to dean again

pairing: (pre-s1/s1) dean winchester x female reader

rating: R for language

word count: 2.1k 

warnings: none really, language, bed sharing, kissing, mutual pining, idiots in love, brief mention of the death of reader’s dad

timeline: starts slightly before season one, ends near the beginning of season one

author’s note: a spin on the classic 'just one bed, what ever shall we do?' trope lol

You’d known Dean all your life, practically. You met him when you were six and he was eight; two lonely little kids stuck with absent (job-driven) fathers and baby brothers you felt responsible for. Over the course of the last eighteen-or-so years you ran into the Winchesters during hunts enough that you considered them family. 

When Sam left for college you were there for Dean and when you lost your dad in a hunting accident Dean was there for you. He actually stayed with you, not wanting you to hunt alone since your brother was off at college too.

So, for the last six months you’d been hunting with Dean (who hadn’t spoken to Sam for over a year).

“One room, two queens,” Dean said to the woman behind the counter, placing “his” credit card on the space between them before sliding it toward her.

“We’re all booked up I’m afraid,” she said.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, I was actually about to turn on the no vacancy sign.”

“This is the third motel we’ve been to,” you said, “every one of them has been full—you’ve gotta have something!”

“I mean, there’s technically one room left but the heater’s out and my boss said not to let anyone sleep there because of that.”

There was a silent pause; you and Dean shared a knowing look.

“We’ll pay in cash, your boss ‘ll never know,” you told the woman. She smiled and nodded as you paid her with cash. 

“Room 209, my boss gets here at ten tomorrow morning so please leave before then.” She handed you the key and you nodded in thanks.

You had underestimated just how cold the room could be, but when you unlocked and opened the door you understood why the owner didn’t want anyone staying here.

“Son of a bitch,” Dean mumbled, following you into the room and feeling the cold air. “We’re gonna freeze our asses off in here!” he quickly closed the door behind him, hoping the icy air hadn’t swept any snow into the room.

“It’s either this or we sleep in the Impala,” you shrugged, “and, no offense to your car, but it’s fuckin’ uncomfortable to sleep in.”

“And there’s only one bed,” Dean sighed.

“I’m gonna take a quick shower,” you told him, ignoring his complaints. 

**

“Are you shivering or crying?” Dean asked.

You rolled over so you could meet his stare; “Shivering! It’s fuckin’ cold in here!”

“You wanna…cuddle up, maybe?” he asked hesitantly.

“Excuse me?” you laughed a little.

“Look, I’m not thrilled about it either, but it’s cold in here and unless we both wanna catch fucking pneumonia we better be smart and share body heat.”

You sighed, weighing your options; “Fine. But we never, and I mean never speak of this again, you hear me?”

“Understood.” He nodded.

You rolled back over as he scooted closer to you. He wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, pulling you into his chest.

“This okay?” he asked quietly, his lips ghosting the back of your head.

“Yeah,” you mumbled back. “Thank you, Dean.”

**

You woke up to the sound of Dean snoring loudly. You were used to his snores, sure, but he’d never been this close. He was laying on his stomach and resting on your chest; his mouth open and his hair tickling your neck. Your first reaction was annoyance but then it quickly washed away as you realized you didn’t want to move a muscle, so Dean could continue sleeping. 

And the more you laid there, listening to his snores, the more you realized how comfortable you were…even in such a physically uncomfortable situation. 

As the time passed and the sun began to rise, you cursed the light that was slowly but surely peeking through the curtain and onto Dean’s face. 

“Morning,” he mumbled to you as he lifted his head up. He rubbed his eyes with the back of his right hand before wiping his mouth. “Sorry,” he chuckled, noticing the small spot on your gray sweater dampened with his drool.

“It’s okay,” you mumbled back. “I think it’s your sweater anyway.”

“I thought it looked familiar.”

He rolled off of you and out of bed. 

You watched as he padded across the dirty carpet and over to the small kitchen. He turned on the coffee maker and the loud, off putting grinding noise made his face scrunch before he quickly shut off the (definitely broken) machine.

“So much for coffee,” he grumbled. “You gonna sit there all morning or you wanna get outta here? We’ve got a long drive ahead of us.”

“I’m getting up,” you replied. You would usually be annoyed at him for rushing you to wake up, but this time the annoyance was…different. Something about his bedhead, the way his lips were pouting over the lack of caffeine, and how he looked in his brown Henley and baggy sweats just made you wanna hold him again. All you wanted was to pull him back into bed with you and hold him in your arms forever.

**

You were beyond frustrated at this point. How many stupid fucking hotels had to have vacant rooms with two beds and a functional heating system!? 

It had been nearly six months since you and Dean shared a bed and you had been looking for an excuse to sleep next to him ever since. 

But the last couple weeks had been different—Sammy was back. Yes, you loved Sam like a brother, but you missed getting to be alone with Dean. You missed sitting shotgun in the Impala and watching him drive.

Sam definitely noticed the way you looked at Dean, but the younger Winchester didn’t say a word. Without being too obvious about it, he tried to do little things that would let you be close to his brother. He’d sit in a certain chair or part of the couch so that you and Dean had no choice but to sit together. Or he’d make some lame excuse so that he got his own room while you and Dean had to share. “I need to do some more research and I need the light, why don’t you two just sleep in the other room?” for example. 

**

“Two rooms, please,” Dean said, reaching into his coat pocket for his wallet.

“Unfortunately we’ve only got one room left,” the cashier replied. 

You almost couldn’t believe your ears, fucking finally!

“Oh, that’s too bad,” you faked your best frustrated look, of course Sam saw right through that.

“Well, I am not sharing with either or you,” he said with a teasing smile. 

“There’s actually a pullout couch in that room, as luck would have it,” the cashier informed the three of you. 

God fucking damn it, you thought to yourself.

**

It was barely after two when you felt the bed behind you dip, and you shook yourself awake. 

“The hell?” you asked, still half asleep.

“The pullout couch isn’t working,” Dean mumbled quietly. “You mind sharing with me?”

You smiled a little and scooted closer into his arms, indicating you were okay with him sleeping next to you.

“Of course I don’t mind sharing with you,” you whispered and his grip tightened.

**

“I’m gonna go get breakfast,” Sam announced. “I’m assuming you want your usual?”

Dean put his right pointer finger to his lips and furrowed his brows angrily. He gestured to you as you slept and Sam got the message. 

“Usual is good,” Dean whispered before Sam left.

Dean stayed laying perfectly still as you slept on his chest, soft snores escaping your lips and to Dean they were the sweetest sound. 

As you stirred awake slowly, he rubbed your back a little.

“Morning,” you mumbled, a small smile on your lips. “Where’s Sam?”

“He went to grab breakfast,” Dean told you. 

You furrowed your brows as you sat up, looked across the room, and realized something; “The pullout bed looks fine? I thought you said it wasn’t working?” You turned back to Dean, who had a sheepish grin growing on his lips.

“So…maybe I’ve just been looking for an excuse to sleep next to you again. Like we did back in that motel when the heat was out.”

“Really?” You attempted to hide the smile trying to find its way onto your face. 

“When we were checking in last night I noticed how your face lit up when they said there was only one room left,” Dean admitted. “And I saw that disappointed look you made when they said there was a pullout couch. So, am I wrong, or have you been wanting an excuse too?”

“I really liked sleeping next to you that night,” you said, avoiding eye contact. “And you’re right, I have been hoping for another ‘oh no just one bed, guess we’ll have to share’ situation but…”

“But what?” Dean asked when you trailed off. You looked down at him. 

“Dean, you and Sam have been like my brothers for as long as I can remember. I mean, Bobby practically raised all three of us and my actual brother as siblings! Your dad and my dad knew each other basically forever and I guess…I guess I figured our lives are too entangled for anything to ever actually happen between us. We’re family.”

“Chosen family, Y/n.” Dean smiled softly. “Doesn’t mean you have to be my chosen sister, you could be my chosen…you know…” 

You leaned down and placed a soft kiss on his full lips. 

“That,” Dean finished his previous statement. 

“Let’s just keep this between us for now, okay?” you suggested. “If Sam finds out, then your dad will find out, and he’ll immediately tell my brother, then before we know it Bobby—”

“I get the picture, sweetheart,” Dean chuckled before kissing you again. He put his hands on your cheeks as he sat up. He pulled you onto his lap, your legs now straddling his hips. His hands moved to your shoulders then trailed down to your lower back as yours went into his hair. You pulled away from him after a moment, huge smiles on both your faces.

You looked into his eyes, his truly beautiful eyes, and you bit your bottom lip ever so slightly. Your right hand rested on his left cheek, your thumb stroking his skin lovingly. 

“You’re awesome, Dean Winchester,” you whispered. 

“You’re fuckin’ incredible,” he replied before he kissed you again. “And gorgeous, too,” he added. “You know how fuckin’ annoying it’s been, sleeping without you every night since that one time?”

“I do know, Dean, I’ve been just as annoyed about it.”

Dean kissed you one more time before he wrapped his arms around you in a tight embrace, tucking his head into your neck. You wrapped your arms around him too, pressing your lips to his temple.

You pulled out of the hug so you could once again look at his face. Resting your forehead on his, you smiled before you kissed him again. 

“Breakfast,” Sam called out as he opened the door, “is served!”

You and Dean froze for a split second before you hurried off of him.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” Sam said, “did I interrupt you two?”

“What?” you scoffed. “Of course not!”

“Interrupt? There’s nothing to interrupt?” Dean added.

“Oh…wow you two are fast,” Sam mumbled, shaking his head as he made his way to the kitchen before putting the food down. “Well, pancakes, eggs, and bacon from the continental breakfast.” He gestured to the food now on the table. “Hope you’re hungry.”

As Sam sat down to eat, you looked at Dean anxiously. Say something you begged him with your eyes.

“Sammy,” Dean started as he got out of bed, “would you mind uh…not telling dad? About me and Y/n…kissing just now? When we find him, I mean.”

“Dad’s never really been invested in your love life, but he’s not an idiot,” Sam laughed. 

“So…you are gonna tell him?” Dean furrowed his brows in frustration.

“Dean, he knows you two are together, it’s not some big secret?” Sam replied, shoveling more food into his mouth. “Damn that’s good.”

“Okay, just hold on—what?” Dean asked. “What do you mean dad knows? There’s been nothing to know since like four minutes ago?”

“Wait,” Sam stopped eating and fully turned to face you and his brother, “are you trying to tell me this is the first time you two have kissed?” Sam furrowed his brows deeply as you and Dean both nodded. “So…never in high school?” You shook your heads again. “That prom we crashed?”

“Sam you were there the whole time? When would we have kissed?” you asked.

“Huh,” Sam let out a laugh. “I genuinely thought you two had been a thing since like… ‘98.”

“What!?” you and Dean exclaimed in unison.

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[queen-of-deans-booty]

Across Every Universe

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.1k

Warnings: fluff

Request by anon: Hey Jordan, can i request something where Dean Winchester always have a crush on the reader but never said something to her until one day Sam and Dean are transported (based on the episode French Mistake) and Dean actor Jensen and is married to the reader of the universe and she pass the whole day giving Dean hug and kisses because for everyone is Jensen. When Dean and Sam came back to their universe him and the reader start dating? Fluff 

Summary: Sam and Dean are taken back to the same place where Dean is known as Jensen Ackles and Sam as Jared Padalecki. This little trip makes Dean realize his feelings for you.

Square Filled: "god, if only you knew what you did to me" (2023) for @spnaubingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

x

No matter the position you’re in, you’re not comfortable. It doesn’t matter if you lie down on your side, your back, or your stomach. Not to mention the heater isn’t working in the Bunker so it’s very cold. You have three blankets over you while wearing long sleeves and pajama pants. The broken heater doesn’t help your running cold either. You’re not sure where you caught it from but you’ve been trying to stay away from the brothers to not get them sick.

That doesn’t keep Dean away, though.

He’s a complete sweetheart to you since he always brings you soup, makes sure you’re comfortable, and spends time with you even if you tell him not to go near you. You don’t know what you’d do without Dean in your life.

Speaking of, he knocks on your door and enters wearing his usual hunting attire.

“Going on a hunt?” you ask and sit up slightly.

“Yeah. I wish I could stay here and take care of you.”

“Other people need you,” you smile. “I’ll be fine. I’m going to stay in bed, watch movies, and make some soup later. Did you fix the heater, yet?”

“I have someone coming in a few days. He’s also on a hunt.”

“Right, no non-hunters here,” you chuckle.

“I’ll call you later and check up on you, okay?”

“My hero.”

You cuddle with your blankets more and Dean leaves your room with a slight blush on his cheeks. Before he closes the door, he looks back at you in thought. God, if only you knew what you did to me.

He closes your door and meets his brother in the library. As soon as they are packed and ready to go, they start the long drive to the next state over. When Dean gets onto the highway, Sam turns to Dean with a knowing smile.

“So, did you tell her how you feel?”

“Stay out of it, Sammy,” Dean rolls his eyes.

“How long have you had a thing for her? Years? When are you going to tell her how you feel?”

“I mean it, Sam. Stay out of it. I can handle it on my own.”

“Apparently not, or else she’d be yours.”

Dean punches his brother not gently in the arm and Sam laughs. Dean kept the music high so he could avoid talking about his feelings for you. They get to the town that has its residents sacrificing themselves in the name of God. If anything, it warrants some kind of visit from the Winchesters.

The town looks like a normal town with normal people just trying to live their normal lives. They have no suspicions that something is happening but they only just arrived. They get there late at night so they will have to do their work tomorrow morning. Dean takes out his phone when his brother goes into the bathroom to shower and calls you.

“Hey, how are you feeling?”

“I’m doing alright but not any better.”

“Did you take your medicine?”

“Yes, I did.” He can hear the smile in your voice and that makes him smile. “And I ate my soup and drank water.”

“Don’t forget to tell her goodnight,” Sam says loudly from the bathroom.

Dean grabs a pillow and chucks it at his brother. “Go take a shower. You stink.”

“Goodnight, Dean,” you chuckle, having heard Sam.

“Night sweetheart.” He hangs up and turns to his brother with a scowl. “I hate you.”

Sam and Dean actually get more than four hours of sleep that night but when Dean wakes up, he doesn’t recognize his surroundings. The motel is gone, the shutty beds and blankets are gone, and the peeling wallpaper is gone. What replaces it is a nice trailer, a comfortable bed, a big aquarium, and other nice shit that Dean has never had.

“Sammy?” he calls out. He gets up and leaves the small trailer only to run into Sam. “What the hell is going on? Where are we?”

“I don’t know.” Sam looks around and spots a name on the side of the trailer that’s behind Dean. “Oh, no. Look.”

Dean turns and sees the name ‘Jensen Ackles’ on the side. He turns back around and sees ‘Jared Padalecki’ on the trailer opposite his.

“You’ve got to be kidding me? We’re back in actor land? What happened last time?”

“Gabriel sent us here to avoid Raphael and his minions. I have no idea how we ended up here.”

“I bet it has something to do with the fact that people were sacrificing themselves in the name of God. My guess is that angels are involved.”

“There you two are.” Sam and Dean turn to see Castiel--Misha--walking toward them. “They’re looking for you two.”

“Yeah, we’re coming.”

If Sam and Dean didn’t do a good job trying to act last time, then they certainly aren’t going to do a good job now. It’s funny in hindsight but it makes for a very long day of filming. After the twentieth time messing up, Dean is ready to get the hell out of there to figure out how to get back to his world.

He looks to the right and sees you at the snack bar. He immediately calls for a time-out and leaves the set.

“Time out?” the director frowns and looks at him. “Everyone, take ten!”

“Y/N?”

“Come here, you have to try this. Gen made it,” you grin at Dean. You take a scoopful of food and present it to him. He opens his mouth and accepts the food, pleasantly surprised by the taste. “Oh, you have something on your mouth.” You wipe his bottom lip with your thumb and lick the food off. Dean is so confused about your behavior but doesn’t have time to figure it out. Your phone rings and you check who is messaging you. “I gotta go. Gen is here.”

You lean up and kiss him quickly before walking off. Dean can’t move after that quick kiss. You did it so casually like you’ve done it a thousand times. He is forced to go back to acting but he can’t do a good job because all he’s thinking about is your lips on his.

They aren’t getting enough filming done so the director calls it for the rest of the day. Sam and Dean convene outside to make it look like they’re busy so no one else talks to them.

“She kissed me, dude.”

“What?”

“Y/N or the woman who she’s supposed to be. She kissed me like we’re together or something.”

“Look, I’m glad you’re going through the five stages of teenage excitement but can we focus here? How are we going to get out of here?”

Dean looks around and spots you entering his trailer.

“Eh, you’ll figure it out. I’ll be back.”

Dean leaves to his trailer and Sam rolls his eyes in annoyance.

“Dean!” he hisses but receives no answer.

Dean enters his counterpart’s trailer and sees you where the bed is. You’re grabbing some night clothes out of the drawers since you’re not going to be leaving the trailer for the rest of the night.

“Hey, I talked to Gen about the cabin and she got it all set up for us this weekend. I’m so excited to spend some time away from all this for two days.”

“Are we dating?” The comment makes you laugh. “What?”

“Are you okay?” He looks kind of nervous so you walk over to him and wrap your arms around his neck. “I don’t know what’s going on with you but I do know how to make you feel better.”

“How?” he whispers.

You run your hands down his chest and take his hands. You take him to the bed and toss your night clothes onto a nearby chair. You fall onto the bed while pulling him so he lands on top of you but he stops himself with his hands so he doesn’t completely crush you.

You pull him down to kiss you and that’s enough to bring Dean into the delusion that you’re Y/N and you’re his. Your lips are softer than what he thought and your body fits so perfectly against his. He slips his tongue into your mouth to get familiar with you. You tug on his hair to get some traction so he pulls away from your mouth and kisses down your neck.

Your neck has always been a sensitive spot for you and he really knows how to work you up. He licks up and down your neck before latching onto the side of it. You gasp, tilt your head back, and moan something that brings Dean back down to reality.

“Jensen.” You’re not his. You’re not you. You’re Jensen’s. You’re not supposed to be with him. He pulls away and pants above you. “What’s wrong?”

“Can we just lay here instead?”

“Yeah, of course. Let me get changed.”

You slip out from underneath him and grab the pajamas you set aside earlier. You strip down naked and Dean has a hard time not looking at you. He can’t help but think you’re a complete stranger. The pajamas you’re wearing are revealing but he feels better at looking at you with clothes on. You climb into bed with him and cuddle into his side, and he tucks a strand of your hair behind your head.

“How did I get so lucky?”

“I’m the lucky one.”

“Tell me the story of how we met.” You look at him in confusion. “I want to hear it from you.”

“Okay, I got tickets to a red carpet event that my ex-friend invited me to. We were going to see the movie My Bloody Valentine because we thought it was going to be the next big movie. The entire cast was there, including you, meeting fans and taking pictures with them. When we locked eyes, it was like something was pulling you to me.

“You came over to me, complimented me on my dress, signed my poster with your number on it which I still have, and the rest is history. I never got together with you because you were a big celebrity. You were genuine, kind, funny, charming, and very sexy. It was hard not to fall in love with you.”

Dean notices the big ring on your finger and puts the pieces together.

“We’re married?”

“Yes, we are,” you laugh. “Are you okay?”

“I’m just… really happy.”

You lean over and kiss him. The next morning, Dean leaves his trailer before you get up. He doesn’t want to wake you even though he wants to. He finds Sam outside his own trailer with a book in his hands.

“Hey,” Dean sighs.

“I might have found a way out of here, no thanks to you.”

“What if we didn’t leave?”

“Are you kidding me?”

“The love of my life is my wife here.”

“That’s not your wife, Dean. She’s Jensen’s wife. She thinks you’re him. Why would you take that away from him? You have a girl waiting for you at home, a girl with whom you’re too scared to do anything about. Don’t take her away from him because you want what they have.”

Dean knows he’s right. He can’t stay here. He’s using this world as an escape from his own.

“Yeah, you’re right,” Dean sighs. “What do you have?”

“I found this book in the prop section. This might be a TV show but it does have some useful books to make it look real. There’s a ritual we can do.”

And a ritual it is. Once they get the stuff needed and perform it, they are brought back to the town they arrived in a couple of days ago. In order to properly tackle this town, they’re going to need some angelic help. Maybe Castiel can meet them back at the Bunker and figure something out then.

The first thing Dean does when he gets home is go looking for you. You’re still stuck in bed watching your favorite movies on Disney+. You pause your movie when your bedroom door opens.

“Hey, how was the hunt?” Dean doesn’t say anything as he kicks off his shoes. He climbs into bed with you and pulls you close to him. “Dean?”

“I love you,” he blurts. “I should have told you this years ago but I can’t seem to think straight when I’m with you. You make everything better for me, and you’re a better hunter than I ever was. God, I love you so much.”

“I’d kiss you but I don’t want to get you sick,” you smile.

“I don’t care,” he whispers and kisses you.

This is where he belongs. Right next to you.

x

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