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impala-dreamer · 6 months

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Something In The Way

A Supernatural Story

~Young Dean might have the swagger of a player, but when it comes down to it, he's just a shy, excited little boy...~

Dean Winchester x Reader

1,673 Words

Warnings: NSFW. Drinking and Teasing and Foolin' Around in the Backseat

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She took a long drink from the bottle and Dean’s eyes were glued to her lips as they fit around the rim. His own lips parted and his tongue pushed between his top teeth, almost reaching for her as if he could taste her on the air.

Y/N pulled the bottle away and handed it off to him, wiping at the droplets of whiskey on her lips with the back of her hand.

“I got something on my face?” she asked, head snapping towards Dean.

He shifted in the backseat, caught staring. His ears burned and he brushed it off with a slick grin. “Just your beautiful mouth.”

Y/N licked her lips slowly and kicked her knee up on the bench seat, turning to him. “You think so?”

Dean laughed gently, flirting harder than he had in a while. “I know so.” There was just something about her tonight; the way the moon was hitting the Impala’s hood and shooting off beams through the windshield and striking her features. Something in the way she sat so close but so far away, sharing the backseat with him. Something magical in her eyes, the way she moved, the smell of her shampoo filling the car. “I’m lookin’ right at you.”

“Starin’ is more like it,” she shot back, handing the bottle off as she looked him over. “What if I stared at you for a while? Hmm?” She leaned in close and dropped a hand to his knee to steady herself. Her eyes went wide in jest but his fell to the hand on his leg. “How do you like it?”

The fine pressure of her hand made his blood boil and his mind reeled with all the things that hand could do.

“It’s uh…” He swallowed hard, desperate to refocus. “It’s fine.” A heavy swallow of whiskey did little to calm his desire and his jeans grew tight.

“Really…” Her fingers pulsed on his knee and drifted down a bit to dance along the seam of his jeans. “Shame. No way I can pay you back then.”

“P-pay me back? For what?”

“For starin’ at me!” Laughing, Y/N sat back in her seat and slapped his thigh. “Where’s your head, Winchester?”

Dreaming of being buried in your pussy… “I’m right here. Don’t be weird.”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re being weird. Gimme the bottle.”

He handed it over without a thought and instantly regretted it. Y/N wrapped her mouth around the lip again and Dean’s heart thudded loudly in his chest. He could almost feel the hot sweetness of her lips bobbing at the tip of his cock and his ears began to ring.

“Seriously, you look… sick almost.” Y/N set the bottle down between them and pressed her palm to his forehead checking for a fever. “You OK?”

I’d be more OK if we were naked… “I said I’m fine.” Reaching up, he grabbed her wrist and tugged lightly, pulling her close.

Y/N fell against his chest, lips nearly meeting. She gasped and pushed back, her hand over his pounding heart.

“Oops…”

She huffed. “Oops, my ass.”

Good idea. He wiggled his brows and reached around, clamping both hands down on the plump globes of her ass. Y/N sucked in a quick breath and hummed.

“Really?” she asked, looking up into his eyes. “You’re going there?”

Shit. Shit. Shit. “Well… I just figured-”

Y/N sat up and settled on his knee, her own dangerously close between his thick thighs. “Figured what, we’re alone… it’s dark out… there’s whiskey… so you cop a feel?”

“That wasn’t- I- coping a feel isn’t really what-” His stomach lurched.

She grinned, softening and running a hand up to curl around the nape of his neck. “If that’s not what you had in mind- what do you have in mind?”

Fucking you senseless right here in the backseat… “I…” He looked away, out the dark window but Y/N pulled him back, two fingers below his chin.

“You what? Don’t go shy on me now, boy.”

Green eyes flickered up to meet hers and Dean sucked in a heavy breath. “I…I wanna kiss you.”

Y/N bit her lip to hold back a sweet laugh. “Is that all?” Her hand left his chin and drifted up his cheek, holding him there with the silky feel of her palm. “Why didn’t you say so?”

His lips twitched, his mind reeled for an explanation, but before he could form a thought, Y/N had his mind wiped with a single, warm kiss. She pressed her lips into his and pushed her hand back through his short hair, nails tingling against his scalp. He melted beneath her, swooning at the pressure of her mouth. His cock ached, too tight in his jeans, and his fingers jerked at her hips, desperate to touch but wary.

Y/N grinned and pulled back, watching the whites in his eyes return to green as he came down from the kiss.

“My, my… who knew you were such a softie?”

Dean cleared his throat and tried to regain an ounce of cool. “You just… got me all worked up tonight. Must be something in the air.”

Y/N’s tooth snagged in the corner of her lip and she shifted over him, spreading her legs across his thighs. “I bet…” She bent to lick at his mouth and he opened for her, his tongue jutting out to meet hers halfway.

The whiskey moved between them, through them, flooding their brains and bodies with lustful intent.

“Fuck, you taste good,” Dean hummed, finally letting his hands land on her waist. He clawed at her shirt, bunching up the cotton and daring to let his pinkies trace the exposed line of flesh.

Y/N pushed up and then back down, rubbing her ass over the hard line in his jeans. “All tastes like Jack to me…”

Dean bit his lip hard, holding in a moan as her warmth eveloped him. He could feel it pulsing off of her like a tidal wave and his cock ached for her.

Driving me fucking crazy here…

“God damn-”

She grinned and rubbed her nose against his, still rocking her hips up and down slowly. “You alright, Winchester?”

No. I just died and this is halfway to Heaven.

“F-fine…”

Her hips swirled and he shuddered, feeling the pleasure float upwards and inwards. His stomach tensed and he let out a little groan.

“Feels good, don’t it?” she asked, dragging a hand firmly down his chest.

Dean swallowed hard and bucked his hips up into her; denim sliding easily on worn leather. “So good. Fuck, you feel so good.” He reached up and cupped her cheek, drawing her down for a kiss.

She let him move her where he wanted, let him shove his hot tongue between her soft lips. With him distracted, she dropped her hand to his crotch and slowly traced his erection with a delicate finger. Dean moaned into her mouth and she smiled against his lips.

“Such a big boy,” she teased, running her palm back down the shaft.

Fuck. He struggled to sit still, ass clenching as he jerked up again. “Wouldn’t you like to find out?”

“I would…” Y/N turned her head and caught his first two fingers with her tongue. She slid her lips down past the first knuckles and Dean’s jaw dropped as she sucked him all the way in. She held him there, deep in her wet mouth and his heartrate skyrocketed.

Jesus Christ…

Y/N held his gaze, staring at him as she sucked on his fingers, tongue massaging the sensitive undersides and grazing over the calloused tips.

Fuck this is too much. Holy shit… Keep it together, man.

Green eyes were wide and glazed and Y/N bobbed her head, sucking at his fingers while hers caressed him over his jeans.

She’s gotta stop or I’m-

Y/N moaned and her pretty eyes fluttered shut as she swallowed around his digits and Dean’s system sparked. He felt the tug in his gut and he groaned loudly, flooding the car with premature pleasure as he came in his jeans.

No no no no….

Shocked but proud, Y/N let his fingers slide free of her lips and she scooted back to sit on his knees as he twitched. His face was red and he clenched his teeth, desperate to fall into a black hole.

I can’t fucking believe this. Shit.

“Dean…”

He sighed and looked up, scarcely able to meet her gaze.

“Did you just-”

His head fell, chin tucking hard against his chest. “Shut up.”

“In your-”

Kill me. Just- kill me.

“Please, don’t…”

Zipping her lips, Y/N slid off of his knees and scurried back over to her side of the car. She tried to give him a moment of peace, to look anywhere but at his face, but his internal monologue was clearly written on his features and she laughed silently at it behind tight lips.

“I’m so sorry, Dean-”

He held up a hand, shaking his head. “It’s- don’t. I’m sorry. You’re just… so hot and I was a little-”

“Worked up?”

He met her eyes. “Yeah.”

Y/N licked her lips and grinned. “Well, I mean- Just because you’re done…” Slowly, she slid down in the seat, spreading her legs and hooking her fingers in the waist of her jeans. “Doesn’t mean the party has to stop…”

Oh man… yes. Anything you want.

“Oh really?” He turned in his seat, arms spreading across the back of both seats, filling the space.

Y/N lifted the hem of her shirt and gave him a nice peek at her soft belly and the blue of her bra. “Well… come on, Winchester… how’s about a little… quid pro quo?”

Man, you just hit the jackpot.

His mouth watered and Dean gave a little wink. “Brace yourself,” he teased, pouncing down and pushing his young body against hers. “You’re in for it now…

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my-proof-is-you · 2 months

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I Know Places

POV: it’s you and Dean against the world.

They can take their shots

We’re bulletproof

And I know for me

It’s always you

In the dead of night

Your eyes so green

And I know for you

It’s always me

I know places we can hide

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stusbunker · 5 months

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Spotless: Intro

Chapter One

Featuring: Dean Winchester/Reader

Word Count: 1375

Warnings, etc: Mutual pining, assumed unrequited feelings, mild drug use, unbeta'd

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You woke up overthinking. Like continuing a conversation with yourself from your dreams, the thoughts steamrolled you into consciousness. The band was in the studio for at least another week and you had to make sure the anticipation continued to build. You had a call scheduled at nine with the record label, Bobby and some other folks who you knew by name but not by face or voice.

It was going to be a long day.

It had already been a long year and the comeback after the last tour’s fallout had felt like your sole duty. They were still solid, still ready to rock-n-roll, you just had to make sure the press and the fans knew it. You grabbed your phone off your bedside table and got to work without actually getting vertical. You checked your email, the usual rotation of social media and then finally your text messages.

Sam had sent you a link to the podcast he had been talking about the last time you’d been over to his and Dean’s place for movies, which was probably two weeks too late to still be relevant, but you added it to your library anyway. Charlie had gone on a rant about a failed side quest on her latest D&D campaign and then started planning a fantasy getaway for after the tour that wasn’t even completely scheduled yet. You didn’t reply, because you needed more caffeine in your system to keep up with her.

Then there were some random complaints about Ash and Kevin from Dean. Amongst all that there was his usual checking in and an obnoxious picture showcasing the absurd size of Ash’s bong. You groaned because Dean’s eyes in the picture were glassy and amused, but also so, so distracting. His little stoned smile always did things to you.

At least he was having fun while he was laying down tracks.

You looked your fill and then went on to the next notification on your phone. Dean and his band, Phantom Traveler, might be your employers, but they were still your friends and fawning all over the man that a good chunk of the Western world did wasn’t going to get you anywhere.

Not in this lifetime.

Your alarm buzzed, breaking the quiet of your bedroom and the illusion of a lack of responsibility. You groaned and threw off your covers. Now or never, you told yourself, and got up to start your day.

“And with the losses from last time, we need something more than just your word that we are going to make up the difference,” Crowley tacked on at the end of his spiel.

Bobby, who apparently was stuck on the 405, looked like he was going to cuss him out at any moment and you couldn’t blame him. The Zoom call had gone about as well as you had anticipated and it wasn’t over. You had enough experience to keep your face neutral, however Bobby had neither the fucks to give or the interest in maintaining civility.

“How about three platinum albums over the past twelve years?!”

Every corporate stooge winced at Bobby’s indignation, except Crowley who seemed to be delighted about it somehow.

“We understand that Mr. Singer—- we just want our ducks in a row. Now if we can get Dean on board with some more one-on-one interviews and positive exposure. We think we can hit our pre-sale targets to ensure a longer touring schedule,” Zachariah Adler smarmed on.

“And what would that prove?” Bobby asked, protective of his boys as always.

“That you have your dog on a leash,” Crowley butt in.

“More like workhorse the way you folks are talking about him,” Bobby muttered, though you still heard him over the sound of traffic.

You had to say something. “If— we get Dean to agree, and you get your extended tour. We want more flexibility on the next album. It’s the final one in the contract and if you want Phantom Traveler to remain the face of Crossroads it would be mutually beneficial to give them some room to work.”

“That’s not really your stipulation to make Ms. Y/L/N,” Dick Roman pointed out.

Your face burned with the reprimand, but you held your chin high.

“Like hell it ain't. Anything Y/N says, I say too,” Bobby barked.

Crowley looked bored at that point. And you really didn’t want to butt in or add to your embarrassment. But no one was saying anything.

“Does that work for everyone then?” You looked at these corporate stooges in the digital eye and fought for the band, for Dean. Despite having very little in the idea of the how of it all.

Zachariah spoke first, because of course he did. “If Mr. Winchester were to agree and we see an improvement in image by the end of the year— I think that could definitely be arranged.”

Bobby huffed, but remained silent.

You watched Crowley’s eyes dance between the other record company execs and the intensity of his mischievousness grew. “I’d love to see how you handle that— get back to me when you have something solid and we’ll be in touch.”

“That works for us,” you replied firmly, not giving into his apparent doubts on your abilities. You were a nepo-hire, everyone there knew it. But it didn’t mean you weren’t very good at your job.

“Alright— I’ve got a recording session to get to. If that’s everything—” Bobby trailed off and watched as the trio from the label became even more affronted.

“I’d like a solid date for follow up,” Dick tossed out, in a clear final challenge, but everyone knew the meeting was over.

“Recording is underway, but I’d say we’d be able to touch base by the middle of December,” you added, pretending to check the calendar.

“Stellar, you see to that,” Dick replied.

“Thank you, thank you all,” you added.

“Good talk.” Dick closed his window. You waited in the open meeting as Crowley and Zachariah said their goodbyes, watching Bobby as he looked at the ceiling of his car and ended the call for good.

“Alright then,” you muttered as you closed Zoom and tried to come to grips with what you had just promised. What you had asked for, completely unprompted.

You looked at your laptop and decided you needed to step away and clear your head. You grabbed your phone off your desk and your earbuds, heading to the corner of your office and your stationary bike. Because if anything screamed escaping to a mountain trail ride, it was this moment and the month ahead of you.

You set your usual course and tapped onto one of your workout playlists, letting the music wash over you as you pedaled toward the warm up hills. Dean wasn’t going to go along with this easily, everyone knew that. But he had come so far over the last year and you hoped that included an openness to what was best for the band, even if it meant swallowing some of his pride.

Despite what he said on the call, you knew you had to get Bobby on board. You just had to have something to sell him, a hook. Something he wouldn’t think of as a threat to Dean or the band as a whole. Something he wouldn’t want to poke too hard, just because he could.

Bobby was a naturally curious old codger, but one thing that was always guaranteed to make him wash his hands of a situation was anybody’s love life. He had no fucks to give about who was fucking who. Not all of Lee and Pam’s ongoing drama, not Sam’s summer-long tryst with the little brunette from the Yellow Eyes label, not even when Cas hooked up with the reporter for Rolling Stone mid-interview.

Okay. That you could work with.

Somebody who could increase public opinion and be down to be Dean’s arm candy. And suddenly an evil idea crossed your mind, something so wrong and so right that you lost your footing and the bike safety locked on you as you said a very dejected ‘fuck’ out loud to your empty apartment.

You had your answer, now you just had to make it happen.

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Chapter Two: Measure

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justagirlinafandomworld · 10 months

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I'm Driving

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Song Prompt from Unclaimed Love Songs: No One Else on Earth by Wynonna

Word Count: 146

Warnings: just a lil' manhandling 👀

“How did you get to me?” It came out as a growl as you rolled your eyes to the ceiling. He was getting his way in this disagreement, which meant that you were losing. And yet you found yourself not really caring.

Dean cracked a smile and as he passed behind you to head for the door, he leaned in close to murmur in your ear:

“I’m just that good, sweetheart.”

He gave your ass a firm slap and openly laughed at the startled sound that left you.

“Guys,” Sam started, only for the objection to die on his lips. Because you had already proceeded to wrap your arms around Dean’s waist, a vain attempt to retrieve your keys. Dean whipped his hand in the air, sidestepped and wound up with his back slammed into the wall of the hallway and you pressed up against him.

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deadlynightshadeloki · 2 years

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IMAGINE

How Dean and Sam react when they realize they're in love with you...

DEAN:

You see Dean sitting on the couch with a very angry expression on his faces.

"Are you okay?" you ask as you get close to him

"Fine!" Dean responds dryly.

Okay, even weirder...

"Are you sure? You look angr-"

"I'm fine, okay? Leave me!"

You raised your eyebrows totally in shock. Dean had never been rude to you like that, at least for no apparent reason.

"Clearly you're not okay. Tell me what's going on!"

"FUCK, Y/N! Can't you just leave me alone?" he gets up, well changed.

"No when you're treating me so badly. I didn't anything!" You cross your arms, upset and very nervous.

"I love you, okay? I love you so much!" Dean declares practically screaming.

"And you get mad because you love me?" You scream too.

"YEAH!"

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zepskies · 2 years

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Patched Up (I)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Summary: How Dean thanks you for treating his wounds.

This is part of a 3-part series with Sam, Dean, and Castiel -- first up is Dean! Word Count: 820 Warnings: Fluff, mentions of blood

Part I - Dean

“You don’t have to,” he said, for the third time. You continued to ignore him and instead, set your hands on his shoulders.

“All right, twitchy. Stop moving,” you said in exasperation. You were sitting behind him in the bunker's living room. For a moment, you couldn’t help staring at the broad expanse of his naked back, all tan skin and light freckles and lean muscle.

But then you forced yourself to focus on the suture you were only half-finished with for the three small, but deep cuts under his left shoulder.

“You haven’t done this before, have you?” Dean drawled.

You inspected the wound with pursed lips. It was all too close to his heart.

Just a couple inches higher and this would’ve been a moot point…

Thinking about that would just make you angrier at the werewolf that slashed him, so you pushed that thought away.

Your hands shook a little with nerves, but you wiped at the bit of blood weeping every time you pulled the thread through his skin.

“It’s not rocket science,” you muttered. Dean was breathing deeply, trying to block out the pain of the sterile needle going through his flesh with a glass of whiskey. He swiped a hand over his tired face.

“Goddamn it. Should’ve just waited for Sam,” he said grumpily.

“Sam’s three states away.” You knew you didn’t have to remind him, but the point was made. Sam was on his own hunt, meaning all Dean had right now was you.

“And you’re not that flexible,” you added with a smirk. His head turned toward you a little, and you caught a glimpse of his lips curving upwards.

“That a challenge, sweetheart?”

You were glad he couldn’t see you blush at the suggestiveness in his deep voice. In that moment, you forced yourself to focus on what you were doing before you gave him a starfish instead of a straight line to close this cut.

But then, the more mischievous part of you suggested that might not be a bad idea. You grinned a little. Maybe next time he does something especially annoying.

Which would probably be tomorrow. Dean loved teasing you, though you hardly knew why.

“What, you taking yoga in your off time?” you teased.

“Not exactly, but close enough I reckon,” Dean replied. You could practically see his insufferable, lascivious smirk, and you were tempted to poke him with the needle…but you thought better of it. You were already causing him enough pain.

Eventually you tied off the suture and admired your handiwork.

“Am I gonna live, doc?” he asked dryly.

“You just might.” But you held fast to his shoulders to stop him from getting up just yet. “Wait, one more thing.”

The muscles in his shoulders and back flexed under your hands, making your face heat up again.

“What now?” he asked. You sensed his impatience, but it really was important.

Grabbing the hydrogen peroxide, you doused some on a cotton ball and gently swabbed around the stitches.

“You already cleaned it before you started,” he said.

“I just want to make sure!” Your brows furrowed in concentration as you finished. Then you got up and went to sit in front of him, swabbing at the small cut above his brow with the unused side of the cotton. Then the red, angry scratch on his hand, just under his thumb.

You tried to avoid looking at his bare (and firm looking) chest, all while tuning out the heat of his stare as you completed your self-appointed task. You were a detail-oriented person by nature, and you were thorough as you dabbed at each cut and laceration. Dean finally piped down, allowing you to work in peace.

But really, he was watching you. First in bemusement at how unnecessary you were being. Then grateful, because you really didn’t have to do this.

And then fond, because not many people outside of Sam were left to care about him as much as you seemed to.

Dean watched the narrow concentration in your beautiful eyes, the way you were biting the inside of your lip.

When you were satisfied you’d cleaned every wound, no matter how small, you smiled to yourself and set down the peroxide and the cotton. That’s when Dean surprised you, taking your hand.

You stared up at him with wide, doe eyes when he pressed the back of your hand to his lips.

“Thanks, sweetheart.”

Your face was set aflame as you looked into his green eyes. They glinted with affection, and his mouth curved against your skin.

Clearing your throat a little, you managed to reply.

“You’re welcome.”

You slowly took your hand back and grabbed all of your medical supplies. But before you left (and before you lost your nerve), you leaned in and kissed Dean on the cheek.

His soft surprise gave way to a smirk as he watched you scurry away.

Here's Part 2: Sam

Here's Part 3: Castiel

Dean Winchester One-Shots

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bubblegumfrosting · 2 years

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Hunted

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Vampire!Reader

Summary: You’ve been hunted by both hunters and vampires for almost a year. What will happen when the Winchesters stumble across you?

Warnings: swearing, suicidal thoughts, alcohol, attempted SA, blood, graphic descriptions (not of SA), vomit, guns

A/n: This is the first part to this mini series I’m writing, it’s a little on the heavier side but I hope you enjoy what I came up with so far!

P.S. links to other parts below fic <33

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For half a year now you’ve been hunted by both vampires and humans alike. You’re all alone in this unforgiving world and it seems like everyone wants you dead, including yourself. Wow that got depressing fast, let me explain your situation.

When you were turned into this...monster, something went wrong. You weren’t like the other blood sucking vamps, not fully vamp nor human, some hybrid in between.

Luckily this meant you didn’t have to feed on human blood for survival but because of that the other vampires see you as “impure”.

So here you were in some shady motel in Kansas. Just last week you were in some other shady motel in Iowa but were chased out of the state by hunters. This was a common routine for you, find a place to stay for a couple weeks than flee.

You learned over time to never get attached to where you settled down, the word consistency had no meaning in your ever changing life.

It was night time and the street lamps shined an orange glow into your room. The smell of old wallpaper mixed with dust tickled your nose. You sat on the musty bed and held a photo of your family close to your chest, they have no idea where you were and it needs to remain that way.

You were homesick but it would be selfish to expose your family to the dangers of your new life. It’s for their own good that they assume you were dead.

You tossed the photo aside and brought yourself to your feet, you needed a drink. You were new to the area so the possibility of hunters or other vampires knowing you were here was slim to none.

After collecting a few things you made your way out of the motel room.

You walked through alley ways to avoid others, it’s kind of ironic how you used to be afraid of dark alleyways but now they bring you a sorta of comfort.

After walking about two more blocks you eventually stumbled upon a small bar. As you entered no one payed any mind to you so you deemed it safe. You seated yourself at the bar and ordered your usual.

You liked being out, being treated like you were just some boring human with a mundane life. These are the moments that you envied your past, you used to be terrified of being seen as “boring” but now you want to be just that.

After downing two more drinks you felt satisfied. You were numb enough to not worry about your shitty life but not too numb where you were drunk.

“Thanks!”, you spoke to the bartender and handed him money for the drinks.

As you made your way out of the bar a man around your age got up from his seat to leave as well.

‘It’s just a coincidence.’, you reassured yourself.

The man seemed too young and happy to be a hunter and you didn’t bother considering if he was a vampire because his skin was far too vibrant.

You quickly dismissed any suspicions of the man and began to retrace your steps. Humming the melody to your favorite song you walked with not a care in the world, god you loved alcohol, the best medicine.

Before you could take another step a forced pushed you up against the alley way wall. The man from before had you pinned down between his arms. He smelt of booze and cigarettes, a disgusting pair.

Any normal vampire could muscle their way out of this situation but you weren’t like the others. The only “vampire” traits you have are heightened senses, agility, stealth, and fangs (and that isn’t the best idea for dealing with humans). Yes this means you’re not immortal, you can be killed by anything a human could be killed by, have no regeneration, and you can’t even run fast or lift a car.

“Hey! What’s wrong with you, shove off!”, you tried to push him off but he wouldn’t budge.

He drunkenly smiles and spoke, “Just keep still for me.”.

The man pushed you to your knees and started to unbutton his pants, no matter how hard you tried to get up he’d just push you down again. Your knees stung from the hard cement tearing at your flesh. Right when you started to cry everything went black.

When you finally came back to reality you were covered in blood. The man laid grotesquely on the ground dead, the taste of iron filled your mouth and you puked.

You just stood in place for a couple of minutes in shock. You didn’t know what happened but you knew you had to flee the scene.

You ran fast ignoring the cry of a woman who most definitely stumbled across the corpse. You didn’t care to think about what happened, you only knew not to get caught.

You breathlessly entered the motel room and locked the door. You undressed yourself and threw the ruined clothes into the trash refusing to even look at them.

You needed to shower, you needed to wash away the sweat, vomit, and blood that accumulated over your body. You needed to wash away the events of tonight.

You stood there until the hot water turned cold, finally deciding to get out you dried yourself with the rough motel towels.

The next couple of days you locked yourself in the motel room refusing to eat or sleep. You listened to the news on the television, “No one has been able to identify the body of the male victim founded in (enter alleyway street name) yet.”, the news anchor said.

You knew why no one could identify him, his face was.. mutilated beyond recognition.

“Police still have no leads on what happened but experts are speculating this to be an animal attack.”.

Hunters know the signs of a vampire attack but this look more like a werewolf attack rather than a vamp.

It was too risky to flee the state, hunters are sure to be in town looking at this case. You determined it to be safest to stay put.

The day drew on and on, you had nothing to do besides watch cartoons on the staticky television and contemplate what the hell happened that night.

You never killed anyone before, you felt disgusted with yourself but also happy nothing bad happened to you. You felt selfish but distracted yourself with bad Chinese food and a fly that buzzed around.

It was around noon when you heard a knock on your door. You stayed quiet, “Hello? Anyone home?”, a man’s voice was heard.

Hunters.

“No one, maybe she didn’t see her run this way Sam?”, a huskier voice spoke.

You could see eyes trying to pier through the window so you retreated into the bathroom. You closed the door quietly and relaxed. Right when you thought you were safe you leaned against the sink but knocked a glass cup in the process.

A loud clang rang through the room and glass shards scattered across the tile floor, “Fuck!”, you cursed as a piece of glass embedded itself into your foot.

The events that followed seemed to go by quickly. The door to your room was pushed open violently and foot steps could be heard pacing through the room.

“Dean, check the bathroom.”, this is it, this is where you die.

You sat on the cold floor breathing rapidly trying not to think about your aching foot. The door handle turned slowly and you braced yourself.

These are the moments you wished to black out again and wake up unharmed and your enemy dead.

When the door swung open there stood a man with a gun pointing directly at you. His eyes were a deep green and he wore a leather coat.

The man immediately noticed the blood from your foot creating a pool of blood on the ground, “Are you going to kill me or what?!”, you spit and your fangs came out.

The other man came up behind the green eyed man and stared down at you. He was much taller than the other one.

“What? You aren’t gonna make this fun for us?”, you started to get woozy from the blood loss and with that you passed out.

pt. 2 pt.3 pt.4

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callisteios · 8 months

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Hi, feel free to take my new uquiz to discover what kind of vampire you are!

#NO IM NOT TALKING ABOUT CHESS THE MUSICAL I DONT KNOW WHAT THAT IS. I AM TALKING ABOUT THE ANCIENT BOARD GAME:CHESS #uquiz #vampires #twilight #because let's be honest there are a fair few references #and maybe this is my twilight quiz which has been in my drafts for nearly a year!#and i was tired of it sitting there #maybe!#quiz #werewolves #mention #you can get human in this im really sorry #it's a bit of a mean result #oh if anyone has an actual picture of the vampire that killed dean winchester please send it along #i could not find it with a cursory google search but i rememeber he wore a clown mask #so maybe one of those guys is the guy?

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castielsprostate · 9 months

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having talented friends is so wild!!!!!! like. YOU!!!!!!!!!! YOU made THAT. YOU DID THAT?!?!?!?! YOU created!!!! THAT!!!!!!!!!!! WOAH!!!!!! praise!!!!!!!! praise for one thousand years!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#sjonnie.text #this is about any skill by the way #writing art music crochet knitting editing #literally so so so so wild #yes this is about isaac and cody and taylor and nick and joey and dean and rain and mer and greg and jo and amanda and pie and zeph and jes #and daphne and jack and merv and angie and #sam and dex and jenna and tj and nahla and jenny and val and em and literally every single other one of my mutuals!!!!!!!! GAH!!!!!#you all are so talented it's SO cool #40k

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catfoodsminmo · 5 months

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i love u characters who are victims who don't show things in a way that's appealing i love u characters whos trauma leaves them with anger issues, with violence issues, with issues with connection and trust and being truthful i love you characters who don't get "better" in a way that's palatable, who don't find growth and meaning in their trauma

#who is this about you may ask?#there are many such cases but right now the big two are dean winchester and astarion ancunin #though i could strongly argue that lestat de lioncourt also falls heavily into this category

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impala-dreamer · 7 months

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Every Inch Of You

A Supernatural Story

Dean Winchester x F!Reader

1537 Words

Warnings: NSFW. Romance and Fluff and Fucking

A/N: I can't even give this a summary. It's just romantic and lovely.

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It started with a kiss.

Wet and warm, Dean slid his lips against yours so softly that it stole your breath and left you needing more. You wanted him in the worst way, needed him to ram you into the wall and knock away the day, erase the frustrations, ease the pain.

When he pulled back, he looked down with a smile; green eyes bright and focused on your face. The beauty of Dean Winchester in the soft glow of the Library lights was something you’d never get used to, and here it was again, slapping you in the face. Each freckle stood out begging to be kissed, every eyelash fanned out like they were made of thick silk, screaming for your fingertips.

He laughed softly at your look of shock. “What’s wrong?”

You hummed up at him, a little dizzy and unsure as lust clouded your brain. “Hmm?”

“You almost look sick. Usually I don’t cause that kinda reaction with a kiss.”

His grin was impossibly cute, horribly innocent, and you reached for him, cupping your hand around the nape of his neck and tugging him back down.

You licked at his lips and your shock transferred over to him. His brows raised, his breath hitched. His eyes fluttered closed and he pushed himself into you, wrapping his arms around your back. You moaned into his mouth, licking in deep and Dean bucked his hips unconsciously, his entire being reaching out for you.

Stepping back, you drug him along, curling your fingers through the short hairs at the back of his head until the table hit your ass. You bit down on his plump bottom lip and Dean’s hands slid beneath your arms, lifting you up to perch on the edge of the table.

The glow from the lamps danced across his face, shadows and light moving to darken his gaze and drive you crazy. He bent to nip at your pulse, hands trailing down your spine. You hooked your fingers into his jeans and tugged, pulling him between your thighs where he belonged. The heat was growing between you; the damp, throbbing desire calling to you.

“Dean…”

The tip of his tongue traced the shell of your ear. “Yeah, baby?”

Your nails dug into his hips, scraping, begging. Your teeth plunged deep into your lip, your pulse raced beneath his lips.

“Take me to bed?”

An earthy growl rumbled up from his gut and he exhaled hard against your cheek. “Abso-fucking-lutely”

The trip down the hallway was difficult.

Dean carried you up the steps, refusing to let you go until you kissed him so hard that he had no choice but to brace you against the tiled wall and drop your feet.

He lost his flannel there, tugged roughly from his broad shoulders and left carelessly behind.

Around the first turn, he grabbed your hand and spun you to him, licking at your lips and grinding his knee between your thighs. His big hands splayed across your lower back and between your shoulder blades, giving you no room for escape.

Your tshirt was cast aside, abandoned in a dusty corner and forgotten about.

The trek seemed endless. Around mile thirty-seven, you gasped as Dean attacked, coming up behind you and sinking his teeth into the crook of your neck. He sucked a tiny mark as his hands groped and pinched at your tits, adding gasoline to your pyre.

“My place or yours?” he asked, breath like fire on your skin.

Spinning, you took a little payback, reaching up beneath his dark gray tee to tweak his nipples. His jaw dropped and his eyes rolled; his hips jerked forward and your back hit the door on the left. Your door.

“This works,” you laughed, kicking a foot back to open the door.

Antique hinges creaked and heavy boots thudded to the floor.

“God, I wanna fuck you so bad,” he breathed, staring hard as you slipped the denim from your hips.

Teasing, you batted your eyes and ran your fingers through the tiny elastic hem of your panties. “Yeah?”

Hypnotized, he struggled to open his belt. “Yeah… Goddamn, baby- so fucking hot…”

Helping out, you danced up next to him and whipped the leather from its buckle, popped the brass button, and tucked your hand inside, palming his erection.

“Oh, you do wanna fuck me, don’t you?”

He hissed and nodded, lost in the motion of your hand as it slid up and down his shaft.

“How bad do you want me?”

Like a switch had been flipped, Dean’s eyes snapped open and his jaw set tight. He looked down and grabbed at your waist, yanking you to him as he took a step towards the bed.

“Bad.” His teeth grit, his eyes narrowed.

Your heart skipped. “Really bad?”

His fingers tightened on your flesh, near to bruising as he growled, “More than anything.”

Dean pushed you down and you were weightless for a moment, airborne as you flopped down onto the mattress. He was right there with you, covering you with his full weight as he pounced down and nipped at your lips. He was hungry, hot, and rough. His cock pushed through the slit of his boxers and rubbed hard against your covered cunt. Damp heat dripped down, softening the fabric and egging him on.

“Please, Dean…”

The prayer fell from your lips without a thought and Dean drank it down, sucking at your mouth as if he meant to suffocate you.

He nipped at your jaw, kissed his way down your chest, nipping at each breast, suckling and teasing.

His touch swirled in your mind, clearing everything else away. The struggles of life faded as Dean’s hands traveled your curves, the worries you carried vanished when his fingers tucked deep inside.

“Oh fuck-”

He smiled at your cry and sank his teeth into your hip. “Mine.”

Your pussy throbbed around his fingers. “Fuck. Yes.”

He twisted his wrist and crooked his fingers, thumb running circles over your swollen clit. “And you know the best part?” he asked, sliding up to tease his breath across your lips.

“W-what?”

Green eyes bore into yours and he smiled. “I’m yours.”

His voice flooded through you and the sweetness was overwhelming. The pleasure broke as he kissed your lips and you came with a deep shudder. A rush of warmth pushed from your cunt and Dean scooped it up, rubbed himself down with it and pushed between your hips.

Your knees spread around him as he sank inside, thrusting hard and deep while his eyes stayed locked on yours.

You clawed at his arms, raking your nails across his shoulders and down. “Mmm, you feel so good, Dean.”

His head dropped, chin resting on his chin as his pace kicked up. “So tight, baby, fuck.” He shifted his arms at your sides and his muscles flexed beneath your fingertips. “So fucking tight…”

You held on, clenching around him. “All for you, Dean… God, you fuck me so good…”

His breath was ragged, eyes wide, brow pebbled with sweat. “You gonna cum with me?”

Lifting your hips, you jerked back as he bottomed out, and your thighs quaked around him. “Fuck. Yes. Please!”

Teeth bared, he grunted; body tense with effort, eyes dark with lust and determination. “Give it to me… Come on…”

Every thrust shredded your mind, each slap of his thighs against you sent you reeling. Once more floating, you hovered above yourself, lost in his eyes and his movements. When the pleasure broke, you slammed back into yourself, tears springing to your eyes and a cry splitting free from your lips.

“Fuck!”

He fell down over you and buried his face in your neck, panting and fighting against the rapid beat of his heart. Still tucked inside, you felt the gush of heat as it dribbled down your ass and you hugged him close, soaking in the warmth and weight of him.

“You’re amazing,” he whispered, laying lazy kisses on your throat.

“Nah, it’s all you, Dean.”

He grumbled something into your shoulder but gave up, sighing happily and rolling over onto his side. You shifted, turning away, but he reached for you.

“Where ya goin’?”

“Nowhere?” You laughed at the pathetic look on his face. “Over here?”

He shook his head and wrapped his hand around your arm, pulling you back. “No. Stay with me.”

“I’m right here…”

“Not close enough,” he said, shifting to open both arms to you. “I want every inch of you against me.”

Your heart swelled and you rolled your eyes at him. “You’re a mush.”

He grinned, eyes falling closed as you snuggled up against him. “Yes ma’am, I am.”

His knees kicked up behind yours, his chin settled on your shoulder. His big arm hung in the curve of your waist and he held on tight, keeping you secure and warm, breathing for you both.

The smell of him, the heat flowing from him into you, it was all too peaceful and the sweet pull of sleep tugged at your brain. Your muscles relaxed, your aches eased, your troubles cleared. You exhaled deeply and drifted, calmed and loved by Dean and the safety of his strong arms.

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my-proof-is-you · 2 months

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my-proof-is-you Tag Lists!

Hello! Since tumblr has a 50-tag maximum, I am trying to clean up my tag lists. If you go to my link below, you can add or remove yourself from any list.

I have only kept my forever tags for now. If you only want certain characters or series, add yourself there, otherwise, forevers get tagged in everything!

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justagirlinafandomworld · 1 year

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nothing lasts forever

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Song Prompt from Unclaimed Love Songs: Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift

Word Count: 100

Warnings: bittersweet angst & unresolved sexual tension.

A/N: I thought about expanding this, but I like how it turned out. Hope you enjoy this moment!

He found you in the hall later that night, leaning against the wall just outside his bedroom door.

“We know how this is going to end,” you said.

Breathing deeply, he mirrored your stance, crossed his arms, and nodded.

“Messy, bloody, painful.”

The terrible ache of that truth was clear in your face, even as you lifted a hand to rub it away.

“Everything before that though,” he continued almost shyly. “I mean…”

He made an explosive sound, lifting a hand to demonstrate.

“I have references.”

You laughed and pushed off the wall to step closer.

He matched the movement.

#unclaimed love songs flash fiction challenge #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester drabble #dean winchester x you #dean/reader #dean/you #dean x reader #dean x you #dean winchester #spn reader insert #spn drabble

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the fact that eric kripke isn't even christian really adds something to the way christianity is depicted on supernatural. because its really not about being christian at all, but about living in america, a country dominated by christianity, and having to decide for yourself how to handle that. faith is huge in supernatural, and the mythology of the show is very bible-centric, but notably, christ is never there. even sam, who starts out revering the angels, who once said he prays every night, doesn't actually call himself a christian or imply that he believes in jesus--the show is steeped in christianity and biblical lore and yet neither sam nor dean are christians. in fact, over and over again the church itself is depicted as a haunted house that sam and dean will only ever enter as strangers, as outsiders. priests, preachers, faith healers, chapels, crypts, etc. are all just iconography that create an intense sense of unease that sam and dean respond to instantly. as a jew, its very relatable. an essential part of living in america when you're not christian is that exact sense of unease, of knowing that the culture of your country has ensured that you'll get knocked over by christianity no matter where you go, that you'll see hundreds of people truly believing they're good people while doing awful things in the name of their god, and you have no choice but to confront that. kripke gets it

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inacatastrophicmind · 1 month

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#Destiel #destieledit #spnedit #tuserpris #Dean Winchester #Castiel #*mara #spn #supernatural #otp: i need you #dean #cas #4x02

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bubblegumfrosting · 2 years

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Hunted pt. 2

pt. 1 pt.3 pt.4

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Vampire!reader

Summary: After fainting you woke up in a different environment, are you in danger?

Warnings: swearing, fainting, kidnapping, pain, mentions of blood, mentions of SA attempt, guns, illusions to past suicide attempt

A/n: sorry for all the warnings, I just want to ensure everyone is safe when reading my stuff!! Fluff is coming very soon do not fear!! Also shout out to @something-noir who’s literally the backbone of this fanfic!!

Tags: @something-noir @fairy-alix

When you woke up your head pulsated and your vision was fuzzy. You couldn’t feel your surroundings so you slipped back out of consciousness.

After about a minute or two you finally woke up permanently and recalled the events that took place before you fainted. You tried to rub your eyes but your arms were stuck behind you, you than noticed that you were tied to a wooden chair.

You took note of your surroundings, the room you were trapped in was small and windowless. There was a door in front of you and the only light was a single bulb above where you were sitting which flickered every so often.

You were scared and confused, you tried to rip away the confines but winced due to a sharp pain on your foot.

The once open wound was now an ugly scab, the two hunters must have heard you moving around because you could hear foot steps approaching.

The door in front of you opened with a sudden thud and the two men from before walked in, “Looks like sleeping beauty finally decided to wake up.”, the shorter one said. You could tell he was Dean by the sound of his voice.

“What do you want with me, why not just kill me?”, you wanted to seem tough in front of them.

The taller man, Sam, had more of a serious presence than Dean, “We need to ask a few questions..”.

You remained quiet.

“For instance, why didn’t you just attacked us when we entered the motel room, we were in a clear disadvantage.”, Sam hesitated while contemplating, “Better yet what kind of vampire leaves their victim full of blood?”.

Dean spoke up, “You had us thinking you were a werewolf based on how you left the body.”, he stepped closer.

“I-“, you stuttered, “It’s complicated.”.

“Better start talking sweetheart before we change our mind on your living situation.”, He was now right in front of you.

“I don’t drink human blood.”.

“So you drink animal blood?”, Sam questioned.

“No. I don’t drink any blood.”, Dean squinted his eyes and crossed his arms in confusion.

“When I was turned, something went wrong I guess.”, you felt stupid explaining your “condition”.

“What do you mean by “went wrong””, the tall one asks intrigued by your story.

“I don’t need to drink blood to survive and I don’t have some abilities the others do”, you spoke just above a whisper.

“That doesn’t explain the man..”, Dean chimed.

“I blacked out.”, you recalled that night, “Some sort of primal instinct took over me and when I finally snapped out of it he was…dead.”, the image was burned in your mind and you tried to shake off the wave of nausea that hit you.

“How do we know that won’t happen again?”, Sam asked.

“It never happened before okay!”, you grew frustrated with their questions.

“How could you be so sure?”, Dean leaned on the chair and got close to your face.

You didn’t want to tell them what happened, you felt uncomfortable, “It’s not important, just know it wouldn’t happen again.”. You were basically begging them to drop the discussion.

Dean got up and grabbed the gun from his belt, “Sorry, not good enough!”, he aimed it at you and clenched his jaw.

“De-“, Sam tried to calm the situation.

“Shut it Sammy, this son of a bitch killed a man and I wanna know why.”.

“Please wait!”, tears formed but Dean didn’t want to listen, instead he took the gun off safety.

“FINE!”, you screamed out, “H- he tried to”, you paused because it was difficult to say, “he tried to force himself on me.”.

All you could do was look down at your lap, you didn’t want to face the hunters. They probably viewed you as some fucked up monster that couldn’t even defend herself. You felt pathetic as you felt the tear drops land in your lap.

Dean slowly lowered the gun and brushed his hand over his mouth than brought up the firearm at you once again. I could tell by Sam’s face he was getting pissed by Dean’s lack of empathy.

“I don’t give a shit what happened, you’re a monster, plus your clan is going to look for yo-“, you cut Dean off.

“Clan?! What “clan” do you think wants some defect vampire who can’t even defend herself from a human?! They all want me dead as well! Go ahead kill me! Lord knows I’ve tried! JUST DO IT!!”, by this moment you were practically in tears and delirious. You kept mumbling and saying incoherent sentences.

The two hunters were shocked by the sudden outburst and retreated back out of the room.

After about fifteen minutes later you felt tired by all the crying and screaming you’ve done and slowly dozed off into a deep sleep. By the time you woke up you were laying on a soft bed.

You tried to move your legs to stand but the pain from your injured foot didn’t let you. You noticed though that instead of it being out in the open the cut was neatly bandaged.

You looked around the room taking note of the Led Zeppelin cassette tapes and an old burger wrapper on a desk.

Dean suddenly entered the room and was shocked to see you awake but his face than hardened.

“I don’t want you here.”, he stated rather bluntly. “My brother is a soft hearted pussy though so that’s the only reason you aren’t dead.”, Dean crossed the room to look at news papers on a vanity. “The minute you’re better you better be gone.”.

“T-thank you.”, you said quietly.

Dean made his way back to the door, “Get some more sleep.”. Before he left he turned off the light but before he could leave you spoke up.

“Wait!”, Dean stopped and look back at you seemingly annoyed.

“Could you leave the door slightly open? I’m uh..afraid of the dark.”, you heard him give a small chuckle than left giving the door a thud closing it.

You scoffed at his stubbornness and covered your head with the covers from the bed to protect yourself from the darkness. It’s true, you were afraid of the dark, you always have been. It terrifies you to think about what is out there looming in the shadows.

You soon fell asleep to the comforting scent of whiskey and cheap cologne that covered the sheets of the bed. That night you had a dream about your family, about how your life used to be. You could almost hear your dad’s laughter and the scent of the perfume your mom wore. You missed them so much.

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