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Those Eyes - Dean Winchester P2

Title: Those Eyes - Dean Winchester Part 2

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Relationship: Dean Winchester X Reader

TW: Strong language. Angst, sexual tension, masturbation talk, Dom-Sub.

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Part 1

I cleared my throat, trying to gain some self-control as I made my way to Sam at the Impala. I should have cleaned myself up again, God damn Dean. I have never in my life been so attracted to someone. No one else has even been able to control me with just their eyes before. I can't pinpoint what it is about him but then again I think it's everything about him that turns me on. He's hot as fuck and my God he knows exactly what to say and do to make me weak.

He's such a tease. "Hey," I jumped at the voice, startled by the sudden snap back to reality. I blinked my imagination away realising that I had walked back to the Impala on auto-pilot. I forced a smile on Sam as he looked at me confused. "You okay?" He asked suspiciously, his eyebrows knitted together as he rested his back against the Impala. Dean must have the keys.

"Yeah, just in a world of my own," I chuckled, joining him in resting against the car. He looked at me a little sceptically.

"You sure? You seem completely distracted. If you don't feel up to this one, you can take point on research or just chill in the motel," He added, his sympathy and soft tone showing he was worried about me. Knowing him, he probably once again thought I was on my period. He always seems sympathetic about my periods, always offering support or things I might need. He's always getting hot water bottles ready for me in case I'm in too much pain with cramps. Sometimes saying he's proud of me for getting through them and gives his condolences that I had to go through it. It's sweet and makes me feel loved, he once explained that Jess' cramps were crippling and so he was always helping her that time of month.

I chuckled as I smiled, "I'm not on my period, just a little distracted," I commented, smiling brightly as I knew that no matter how much I questioned what was happening between Dean and me, Sam was a constant in my life.

"Anything you want to talk about?" He asked, showing a little concern probably worried. I smiled softly as I shook my head.

"Nothing's on my mind, just tired I think," I shrugged, he seemed to accept that answer.

"I'm here if you need me," He added, a genuine smile on his lips. I chuckled as I smiled back.

"Thanks, Sammy," I added, my attention quickly going to movement as Dean walked out of the police station. My eyes seemed magnetised to him, I bit my lip as I admired him. Smirking as he approached us, I gulped the closer he got.

"You better not have scratched the paint," Dean joked as he approached us. Sam and I chuckled as I shook my head, both of us getting away from the car. Sam walked around the car, getting in the passenger seat as Dean continued towards me. I turned my back to him, ready to open my door but gasped as Dean's hand found my back and pushed me against the car. My eyes widened as I looked over the car, my chest against the glass window. He wiped my ass with a few swipes. I gulped, frozen in place. "Don't want both my babies dirty," He commented, his tone low and seductive. I gulped, trying to comprehend what was happening. He called me baby, he's wiping dirt off my ass and pinned me against the car. He slapped my ass harshly, a whimper leaving my lips as he chuckled. "You need to stop being so hot, the cop asked me for your number. Did you think he was hot?" He asked, I was completely dumbstruck by his question.

"No," I managed, my voice sounded small as his hand kept me against the car. I know if I moved he would let me, nothing about him or the way he acts threatens me. I know that if I showed I was uncomfortable and wanted him to stop he would.

"Good, I don't want competition." He stated simply. My eyebrows furrowed as the thought of Dean ever having competition was impossible. The only time someone would choose someone other than Dean clearly hasn't met him, they clearly hadn't felt his eyes on them and the way he controls me. "Now, get your fine ass in the car," He added, slapping my ass again before he opened his door and climbed inside. I took a deep breath to compose myself before climbing in the back.

"What was that about?" Sam asked, clearly confused as to why it took us a while to get in the car.

"Cop wanted her number, just checking if she wanted to go back in and give it to him," Dean explained, his tone showing indifference.

"Oh," Sam exclaimed, clearly surprised. I chuckled dryly.

"Wow, thanks Sam," I commented sarcastically. Sam chuckled as he shook his head but my attention was on Dean as he seemed to glare at Sam.

"No, I wasn't surprised that he asked for your number I was surprised Dean actually told you," Sam commented but Dean looked at him confused. Sam has been oblivious to everything between Dean and me. He always looks innocent to others so I don't think he knows anything has been happening for months.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Dean asked, his tone showing a little annoyance. The air in the car felt tense as we just sat waiting for Dean to start driving but Dean was waiting for answers. I gulped, waiting and not wanting to be present in the conversation.

"Well, I just mean-" Sam stumbled for answers. Dean's stare didn't quiver as he looked at Sam. I took a deep breath, his stare wasn't even at me and I was still affected. "People ask for her number all the time," Sam shrugged, my eyes rolled to the back of my head as I begged the world to eat me. Great!

"What do you mean all the time?" Dean asked but Sam chuckled.

"At least once a hunt, sometimes more. I thought you knew," Sam added, clearly a little confused. I considered holding my breath and waiting until the nightmare was over but I knew I couldn't hold my breath to death. I'd never mentioned any of this to Dean, it's not something to brag about and if anything I think it's weird. I wouldn't say that I'm hot but when I've talked with someone they're interested. It must be a mix of my looks and personality. I've never thought much of it, plus it isn't every hunt Sam's exaggerating.

"No, I didn't," Dean said plainly, his eyes turning to the mirror as he looked at me before starting the car. I gulped, instantly worrying how he would react in private.

There have been times when a guy has hit on me in a bar and Dean always got a little jealous but he also loves to tease me about it claiming that I'm way out of their leagues and they didn't stand a chance. I always thought it was hot, the jealousy and compliments. Then again, Dean breathes and I think it's hot.

The drive back to the motel was quiet, the radio playing in the background not particularly loud. My mind raced with all the possible situations that could happen with Dean. I wondered if he would be jealous or compliment me, I worried he would be annoyed. Although I didn't hide it from him on purpose, it seemed weird that it had never come up in conversation sooner. I hope he doesn't think I was keeping it a secret. I chewed on my bottom lip a little nervously.

"Y/n," I looked forward, coming back to reality as Sam chuckled softly. I smiled softly as I wondered why he had said my name. "You staying in the car?" He asked with a chuckle, I looked out the window and we were here. Dean climbed out of the car, I gathered myself jumping slightly when my door opened. I looked out seeing Dean had opened my door for me and was waiting. I bit my lip as I climbed out, thanking him as I stood up. His face was plain, I took a deep breath knowing he was most likely annoyed.

I stepped away from the car so he could close the door. Sam got out, heading to the motel room to unlock the door, I gulped following him with Dean close beside me. "I knew I wouldn't be alone in wanting you but seems you have a lot to choose from," He stated simply, his hand on my lower back as he walked with me. My breath hitched, and my heart rate quickened. I kept my eyes on Sam's back, not having the willpower to look at Dean and his eyes. God, those eyes. They're my weakness and strength all at once.

I was uneasy for a while, sitting in the motel room with the boys. A part of me wanted to make an excuse to go to my room, hopefully Dean would come but another part of me was too nervous to see what would happen. For months it has felt like a game of cat and mouse, the secret chase. Now that he may catch me, I'm worried that it won't be as fun, I could never stop being attracted to Dean but I worried that after today things would change and I am not a fan of change. I gulped, coming back into conversation with the boys as I felt Dean's eyes on me. I glanced over, he was smirking but looked back at Sam, their conversation about the case continuing.

After a little while, I was invested in the conversation. Putting in my theories and laughing along with the jokes. Dean's eyes often found me but he was holding back on looking at me like he wanted to rip my clothes off, this is the time of the day when I'm a little calmer, although he still affects me I'm still able to function in a room with him.

"Right," Sam announced, getting up from his chair and grabbing his jacket off the back of it. I looked at him confused, watching as he put on his coat. Where's he going? "I'm getting food," He explained, looking at Dean and me with a smile. My eyes widened slightly as I felt Dean's eyes on me. He smirked.

"I can do it," I tried but Sam chuckled, I probably sounded too eager.

"It's alright, I was able to take a shower this morning so you's might as well stay back and freshen up," He explained, doing my least favourite thing that he often does... he brings logic into the conversation. I sighed, wanting nothing more than to run out of the room so he didn't have a choice and so I wasn't alone with Dean.

After a little time, Sam left Dean and me alone. I gulped, forcing a smile but not looking at him. He chuckled, my eyes instinctively going to him. He licked his lips, his eyes yet again devouring me. He either needs to stop looking at me with those eyes or stop looking at me altogether.

"Hope there's enough hot water for the two of us," He started slowly. I gulped, the rest of his sentence predictable and yet my insides quivered to hear him say it. He rose from his seat at the table, eyes boring deep into mine. He smirked as he approached me on the couch, I gulped, eyes glued to him as he towered over me. He smirked devilishly as he put his hands on the back of the couch, leaning over me but lowering himself close to my face. His eyes looked deep into mine, and my breath hitched as his plump lips tempted me to kiss them. "Or maybe we should save water. Seems you have a choice of men to shower with," He finished. His voice was deep but whispered.

I gulped, mouth drying as I looked up at him. His lips slightly parted, half his lips curled into a smirk. "You know," He started, pausing for dramatic effect or waiting until my heartbeat wasn't as loud so I could hear him, it's unclear. "It seems wrong showering with you if we haven't even kissed," He added, biting his bottom lip as his eyes travelled to my lips. I held my breath, my chin raising slightly as my heart rate quickened, and my lips practically tingled with anticipation for him kissing me.

Time seemed to stand still as his lips were an inch from mine. His eyes searched my face, I gulped, lips parted as I waited, begging him to kiss me. I bit my bottom lip, his eyes catching the movement quickly, I should just grab him and kiss him! Why wait for him to do it? I took a deep breath, mentally preparing myself to grab the back of his neck and close the distance between our lips.

"Guess we'll have to wait then," He spoke abruptly, standing up straight and moving away from me as if the whole thing hadn't happened. I sat, gawking at him. I gritted my teeth as I rolled my eyes. That's it! I'm done with him! I'm done with this game! If he doesn't want to kiss me then I don't want to see him. I stood, taking control of my own body. He turned around looking at me a little confused, obviously not expecting me to stand.

"Yeah, well have fun alone," I scoffed, shaking my head as I walked out. I headed a few doors down to my motel room, normally we're in the rooms next to each other but now I'm thankful that there wasn't the space for that. I need as much distance from Dean as I can get right now.

I slammed my door shut, clasping my hands together as I stopped myself from punching a hole in the door. He's not messing with me anymore, I am done being played with! I locked the door, focusing on taking a shower and pleasing myself while trying to think of anyone but Dean.

I cleaned myself up, exfoliating and getting my skin as clean as possible. A part of me wanted to wash Dean off of me, to leave no trace of him on my skin. I washed my hair, putting on a hair mask to get it as new and fresh as possible. I grew practically giddy as I leaned against the tiles, my instincts wincing away from the cold tiles. I rested back, fingers travelling down to my exposed nerves. I bit my lip, the warm water trickling down my body, the warmth washing over me as my ring and middle finger found my clit. I bit my lip harder, a whimper escaping my lips as my eyes rolled to the back of my head. I sighed happily as I rubbed circles over my clit, the pleasure consuming me as I found my mind.

Thoughts of Dean clouded my mind, I fought to think of someone else, a distraction. Dean's eyes took up my mind so I opened my eyes, focusing on the sensations. I moaned softly before trailing my fingers down.

A scream escaped my lips as I jumped. A loud bang echoed through my motel room. SHIT! I hurried to turn my shower off. I peeked my head out of the bathroom seeing no one in my room, I grabbed a towel quickly wrapping it around my body as I hurried to the door. I grabbed my gun, cocking it as I looked through the peephole. I sighed as I put the gun aside. Dean fucking Winchester. Of course, it is. I rolled my eyes as I unlocked the door.

"What the fuck Dean?" I asked, annoyance in my tone as I opened the door. He looked annoyed before pushing the door wider, I stumbled back from the movement. He walked in, his back turned to me as I looked around annoyed and frustrated in more ways than one. I pushed the door shut, silently seething as I looked at Dean.

"I told you not to lock your door," His voice was angry but his eyes were hungry. Normally I'd be a puddle on the floor by now but I am done with him. I scoffed as I shook my head.

"And I told you to have fun alone," I retorted as I put my hand on my hip, looking at him angrily as he looked surprised by my response. I stayed strong as he stared me down.

"You're talking back to me now?" He asked, his eyebrows showing he wasn't asking, more stating. I maintained eye contact, not letting myself feel belittled by him.

"Yeah, there's no point in wasting both of our time and energy. I was actually showering so if you could just fuck off, that'd be great," I responded, gritting my teeth as I watched his anger grow. His eyes were darker than I've ever seen them. I made a point of not breaking eye contact first, it grew more challenging but I stayed strong. He remained still, his mind clearly clouded by his anger. I continued to fight myself to not break eye contact, it's principle now. He didn't seem to be struggling which only angered me more. "And for the love of God, will you stop looking at me with those eyes!" I shouted, my chest rising and falling rapidly. He clenched his jaw, eyebrows stiffening as he said nothing. "Don't look at me like you want to rip my clothes off, either do it or stop looking at me," I shouted, momentarily surprising myself with my own words.

Dean seemed surprised too, his anger evaporating from his expression. He looked away from me, scoffing slightly as he looked caught off guard. I clenched my jaw, offended by his reaction. I knew he was just messing with me this whole time but to scoff at that is ridiculous. I sucked my teeth angrily as I nodded, coming fully to terms with the fact this whole thing was a game to him. I tried with everything in me not to punch him in his handsome and annoying face. He shook his head as he turned towards the door.

That's what I thought. It was now so apparently obvious he was messing with me. Maybe now I'll finally get over him. I rolled my eyes as I turned around to watch him leave. My eyebrows furrowed slightly as he stopped at the door. He moved with precise movements, his hand reaching for the door handle. Seemed odd, but it all made sense why he stopped when rather than grabbing the handle he flicked the lock. My eyes widened as I gulped, we're locked in.

I stood frozen in place as he slowly turned around to look at me, his eyes still looking at me like he wanted to rip my clothes off. He moved slowly, approaching me without a word. I gulped, snapping myself back to reality.

"Dean," I cleared my throat, trying to gain some strength in my voice. "I wasn't serious," I tried, my voice sounding little as I backed away from him. His expression didn't change, he continued approaching me. "Stop messing with me," I jumped when my back hit the wall behind me. I gulped as he continued, my inside fluttering nervously. I felt little again as he towered over me. My breath hitched as he put a hand on the wall beside my head, his arm staying straight as he rested against it. His body was close to mine as he stared deep into my eyes. I bit my lip, watching as my insides churned in anticipation.

"Do I have your permission?" He asked slowly, his voice deep with desire. I gulped, taken back by his question. I was frozen in place, my lips parting as my mind considered all my options. I either put my foot down and get him to leave, he'll stop messing with me and I'll be in control of myself again... But... I nodded softly, too intimidated to speak. Dean smirked softly. His hands moved to my towel slowly. I gasped as he ripped it from my body quickly, forcefully. I gulped, fully exposed to him. He took a second to look me over, his eyes admiring every curve of my body as he licked his lips. My breath quickened as I could see his pupils dilate, the throb in his neck quickened before he bit his bottom lip. His eyes finally found mine, his breath quick as he almost growled. "From now on I'm going to look at you like I want to eat you. Let's see how long before you're begging to have this conversation again," He spoke slowly, eyes bouncing from my lips to my eyes, clearly wanting to kiss me. All ability to function left my body as I stared into his eyes. True to his word he looked at me like he wanted to devour me, like he was starving and I was the only food in sight.

God knows how I'm going to survive this.

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waywardxwords · 5 months

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Taking Chances

Summary: After a random encounter introduces you to Dean Winchester, you can't shake the magnetic pull you feel towards him. For years, you've felt like everything in your life is under control--a promising career, financial stability and no real responsibilities. Dean's a hunter; it's his life and job. But somehow when you meet, your worlds are flipped upside down and you have to decide if it's a chance worth taking.

Series Warnings: Language, smut (eventually, so this series is 18+ only). Some others may appear. Warnings will be listed at the top of each chapter.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x female!reader

This was born out of the one shot I wrote in October called Rules were meant for Breaking. This story doesn't follow along with any specific timeline or storyline from Supernatural, and there will be things that differ in this story than what took place on the show.

Chapter 1 - Rules Were Meant for Breaking

Chapter 2 - Nothing to Lose

Chapter 3 - We'll Always Have Atlanta

Chapter 4 - Cherry Pie

Chapter 5 - Last Names

Chapter 6 - Demons, Spirits and Angels, Oh My!

Chapter 7 - We're Not in Kansas Anymore

Chapter 8 - Save Me

Chapter 9 - Stay

Chapter 10 - Call Me Yours (5/2)

Chapter 11 - Tell Me I'm Gonna Be Okay

Chapter 12 - We're All Afraid Sometimes

Chapter 13 - Home

A/N: It feels so good to be starting up a new series, I've missed writing the last few weeks! Updates will be made every Thursday!

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impala-dreamer · 14 days

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Tell me about Dean’s perfect date

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Let’s be honest, he’s not fancy. He doesn’t believe in putting on a suit or shining his shoes. Doesn’t want to greet you at your bedroom door with some professionally crafted bouquet that spent the last three days in the back of a refrigerator with a dozen others that look just like it.

He’s not about all that.

He doesn’t see the need to wine and dine you, doesn’t need to pretend he cares about dancing, or which fork he should use for the salad. Salad? No. He’s not stuck up or trying to impress you by being anything he’s not.

All he wants is to spend time with you away from the chaos of everyday life. To share a good meal and a few stiff drinks, to stare into your eyes as you tell him about your dreams. To let the rest of the world fall away as your voice wraps around him, as your presence keeps him safe. He wants to sit as close to you as he can; reach across the table and hold your hand.

Dean’s perfect date isn’t anything special. It’s a taco shared on a picnic table by the food truck as the sun warms your backs.

It’s a walk by the lake as the sun sets, watching the water and your face glow with orange and golden streaks of light.

It’s holding your hand while driving to nowhere.

It’s parking in a clearing and watching the stars transverse the sky with your head on his shoulder.

It’s taking off his flannel and wrapping it around your shoulders when you get cold.

It’s a kiss in the dark, a sweep of fingers across your cheek; a whisper, a caress.

It’s connection.

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pink-sparkly-witch · 9 months

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Coming Soon...

Summary: Childhood sweethearts, Dean and Y/N, are very much in love with each other. When she accepts a full scholarship to an out-of-state college, she finally gets to leave behind her traumatic childhood and abusive father, but it means leaving Dean behind too.

Over a decade later, Y/N returns to Lawrence, Kansas, and finally tries to heal the only wounds she has left… the psychological and emotional scars her father gave her and the heartbreak she endured by Dean Winchester, the one that got away.

A/N: This story will contain flashbacks and mentions of the physical and verbal abuse of a child. If this is a sensitive subject for you or you might be triggered by this content, please consider whether this story is right for you.

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When she told Uncle Bobby she had no intention of returning to Lawrence until her father was gone, he and Jody booked a slot at City Hall to get married and asked her and Dean to be their witnesses. Y/N was delighted to be able to share their special day with them.

Saying goodbye to them was hard, but her goodbye with Dean last night had been so much worse. As she pulled out onto the main road that led out of town, she sighed deeply as her memory flashed back to last night.

Y/N and Dean had spent the whole night together, their true feelings escaping them in the throes of passion. It wasn’t their first time together, but it was the most special, closely followed by the time they took each other’s virginity when they were both sixteen.

Her feelings for Dean ran deep. He’d always owned her heart, and after a night of raw, emotional lovemaking, she knew he always would. Who knew? Maybe one day she’d come back to Lawrence, come back to him. But it wasn’t fair for either of them to live on a maybe.

“Ask me to stay,” Y/N whispered in the darkness of her bedroom. Both of them were naked, sweating, and basking in their afterglows.

“You know I can’t do that, princess. I want to, but I can’t,” he responded, his voice cracking with emotion before he kissed her bare shoulder. Her lip trembled, but she swallowed her tears and rolled over to straddle his waist.

“Then make love to me again, Dean.”

She wiped a tear from her cheek and grinned wildly at the road sign despite her sad emotions.

“YOU ARE NOW LEAVING LAWRENCE”

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siampie · 21 days

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Get Off the Highway || Chapter 2

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Plus Size Reader

Word Count: 3.3K

Warnings/tags: Enemies to lovers trope, pining, angst, fluff, childhood trauma, eldest daughter syndrome, mention of depression

A/N: Alright, I struggled to write this chapter. I wanted to get the interactions between Dean and Reader right but also, wanted to give you more info on Reader. So, I really hope you’ll like this chapter.

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You poured the salt on the corpse. You cracked a match and threw it on the body. Flames engulfed the bones. You stood there for a little while longer. The poor girl had not stood a chance. Her family had been horrible to her. Put her through torture. And that was decades ago. She had no reasons to remain amongst the living, no reasons to haunt them. They weren’t the one who had hurt her and yet, she still wanted revenge. Blinded by her rage, the spirit had killed the people that had lived in her mansion over the years. Some were classified as natural deaths, and others as freak accidents. With so many deaths in one mansion over the years. All happening at a specific time of the years, you had to check it out.

It was a run of the mill hunt. Quite easy. You threw your bags in the trunk of your car, and climbed in the driver’s seat. Your goal was to get out of town as quick as possible, to disappear. You drove through the night. You wanted to get to your small flat as quick as possible.

Your two bedrooms apartment was your refuge. You could go there and recuperate for a few days. You loved hunting, you really did but you sometimes needed a break from it. Adding to the dangerous nature of the job, and the constant near death experiences, it was also draining. And rarely, was it ever rewarding. But that was not why you were doing it. You truly believed that everyone in this life was born with a purpose. There were people born to be doctors, or cops, or even firemen. And some were born to be hunters. That was you.

One fateful night, you found out that monsters were real. Everything that went bumping into the night, the monsters under the bed, the witches, vampires, werewolves, they were all real. That fateful night was also the start of your aversion for woods, camping and wendigos. You hated all three of those things, and you avoided them at all cost. But it had not deterred you from getting into the life. After finding out about them being real, you could not just ignore it. You could not keep living your life as though nothing had happened. As though you knew nothing of monsters and of the people that hunted them.

So, you became one yourself.

The sounds of gunfire welcomed you as you pushed your door open. And the voice of your youngest brother swearing at the television followed. You pushed your door closed behind you with a tired sigh. Sure, you had texted him to let him know that you would soon be back. But you had not expected him to be there still.

“That’s not why I left you a key, you know?” You said dropping your bags by the door, after you locked it.

He put down the controller on the coffee table. “Your plant is taken care of.” He shrugged turning to you. “You look awful.”

“Thanks.” You answered dryly. You dropped your keys on your dinner table, and moved to your kitchen. “Want a beer?”

“Yeah,” He got up and followed you into your kitchen. “So, how was it?”

“Matt—”

“Come on, you can tell me.” He leaned on the counter behind him.

“I don’t want to tell you.” You shook your head. “I’m not talking about it with you or anyone else.”

“Why not?”

“Because—we are talking about hunting monsters. And I don’t want any of you into the life.” You moved back into your living room. “And what the hell are you still doing here anyway? Don’t you have a girlfriend to go back to?”

“Just wanted to make sure, you were alright before I left.” He shrugged.

You smiled fondly at him. “That’s so sweet.” You cooed at him, pinching his cheek. He swatted it away.

“Stop.”

You snorted. “I’m alright, not injured. So, you can go back to your girlfriend.” You slapped his shoulder.

“you’re sure?”

“I’m sure.” You nodded. “Go.”

“Alright, call if you need anything.”

“I won’t.” You called after him. “And don’t call me for the next few days, please.”

“I will.” He walked and locked behind him.

You spent the next few days locked up in your apartment. True to his words, your brother called you. But you really did not mind. Your youngest brother only wanted to make sure that you were taken care off. After all, you were living alone while he and your two other siblings had people to come home to.

Building relationships with anyone had never been easy for you. Especially romantic ones. Something always went wrong. You felt as though you were giving more than you were receiving. You always thought that you were not understood as you did them. And instead of expressing those things, you kept quiet. You let things go, hoping they would solve themselves. And ultimately, it would lead to break-up.

You never stayed home too long. You gave yourself a few days off, away from hunting and monsters, before going back into the fray. It wasn’t surprising to find you back on the road within days. And you always let your brother know when you did.

Out of all your siblings, he was the closest to you. The one that truly worried about you and made sure you were alright and taken care of, when you were home. And to think both of you hated each other growing up, was just laughable now. You knew you had failed him when you were younger. Always siding with your parents, trying your best to keep peace within your family. It had put a strain on your relationship with your siblings over the years.

“Agent Prentiss, FBI.” You flashed your fake FBI badge to the officer on the scene.

“Officer Davis.” He introduced himself. His eyes inevitably landed on your cleavage area.

Your white buttoned-down shirt was a little tight around your breast, you had left a couples of buttons undone. Which was giving him a glimpse of it

“What brings the FBI into this neck of the wood?” Davis said, clearing his throat.

You smirked as you caught him ogling at your cleavage. “The bureau has taken an interest into the recent strings of death that has been happening lately.”

“There’s nothing interesting in a couple of animal attacks.” Davis scoffed.

“True but these are quite unusual.” You pointed out. "Hearts missing. And nothing else. Doesn't really sound like an animal to me."

“Look, it’s better if people think it’s an animal.” Davis said quietly to you. “We don’t want them to panic while there’s a killer on the loose.”

“I completely understand your situation, trust me.” You told him. “I’m only here to help you. Maybe, a set of fresh eyes may help you see things a little clearer.” He seemed to hesitate. “I don’t want to step on your toes, here. I really do want to stop the killings. So, let me help you.”

You looked up at him. He ran a hand on the back of his neck. Hesitating on letting you in the investigation. He looked around you, the crowd at the edge of the crime scenes, the journalist looking for sensational news. Clearly, he was at a loss. He needed to provide answers to the victims’ family.

The killing spree had started a few days ago. It was pretty gruesome. Dead bodies had been found recently; their hearts had been ripped out. For you, it was quite an easy hunt. It was clearly werewolves. The deaths started with the full moon, and their hearts were missing.

“What can you tell me about the victim?”

“Young woman, early twenties,” He cleared his throat. He started to lead you toward the victim, where the Medical Examiner was getting a look at the victim. “She was found by a couple of joggers.”

You raised a skeptical eyebrow to him. “People jog in this area?”

“Yeah, there’s a short trail that go into the woods for a few miles, before it cuts back into the park over there.” He gestured over your shoulder.

You looked over your shoulders briefly, and did a double take when you recognized a couple of familiar faces. “You have got to be kidding me.” You said under your breath.

“What was that?” Officer Davis asked you.

“It seems there was a mix up at the bureau.” You smiled tightly at Davis. “Anyway—” You turned to the M.E. “Anything you can tell me on the cause of death?”

The M.E. looked to the leading officer for approval. The latter nodded at her. “Same as the others.” She said, moving the head of the young woman to the side. “No apparent defensive wounds, she was hit over the head. Same spot as the others,” her hands left her head and went to victim’s wrists. “Ligature marks, and of course her heart’s missing.”

It looked like a werewolf kill alright. Although, the ligatures marks did not make much sense to you. Neither did the head trauma. Werewolves were pretty strong creatures and this seemed to indicate that they needed to restrain the victim before the kill, but why?

You turned around to see Dean and Sam Winchester were walking up to you. You excused yourself and met the brothers halfway. Dean looked a little peeved by your presence there. You approached them under his glare. You really did not get why he was mad about you being there. And you didn’t care.

“Winchesters, we meet again.” You said as a form of greeting.

Sam smiled down at you. “It’s good to see you.” Dean scoffed at that.

“Not everybody agrees.” Your eyes drifted to Dean briefly before you returned your attention on Sam.

“You’re not working the case.” Dean said and you glanced up at him confused.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means you’re not working the case.” Dean then gestured between him and Sam. “We are.”

You scoffed in disbelief. “I already have an in with the officers. I got this under control. You can sit this one out. You do look like you need some rest, you look tired.” You patted his shoulder; and he recoiled from your touch.

“I don’t need rest.” He pointed an angry finger under your nose. “And really?!” Dean’s eyebrows went up into his hairline. “You got this under control?”

“Yeah, I do.” You nodded.

“So, you have it all figured out already?” Dean questioned, clearly hostile.

“I mean, yeah.” You shrugged. “Dead bodies, heart’s missing. I’d say—werewolves.”

“You don’t know that for sure.”

“And you do?”

“How can you be so sure it’s werewolves?” He questioned.

“Because it makes sense.” You argued back. “What else could it be?”

“Skinwalker.” He shrugged smugly.

“Please.” You scoffed. “You’re just pulling something out of your ass.”

“Dean’s right.” Sam sighed. “It could be a skinwalker. We don’t know that for sure.”

“We do.” You retorted. “It’s a full moon.”

“It won’t matter if it’s a skinwalker.” Dean shook his head.

“Alright.” You snapped at him. “I’ll take that in consideration. Thank you for your help. Go home.”

You turned away from Dean and stomped to your car. You were angry with him, now. He was talking to you as though you didn’t know how to do your job.

Dean grabbed your arm, stopping you on your way to your car. “Listen, kid—“ You looked between him and the grip he had on your arm. “You could barely handle a vampire hunt on your own and now you want to take on werewolves?” You ripped your arm out of his grip. “You should really leave this one to us.”

“First, not a kid. Never was.” You replied. “Second, I called for help because I had never hunted vampires before.” You walked closer to him and jabbed a finger in his chest. “I know how to handle myself on a hunt. Not that’s any of your business, Winchester. I don’t need you or your brother, I can take care of this.”

You turned around and ripped the door to the driver’s seat open, before slamming it shut. And peeled out of there. How dared he? He treated you as though you were an amateur. This wasn’t your first rodeo; you knew how to hunt. You weren't new to this job. You should have reminded him that you saved his life on this vampire hunt. Had he forgotten?

You couldn’t care less if he stayed in town or if he left. You would just proceed with the hunt. Whether it was a werewolf or Skinwalker; as they suggested; you’d kill it and be out of town. After all, it was an easy enough hunt.

As you’d soon find out, they, in fact, did not leave town. You crossed path with them at the diner. You sent a glare Dean’s way as you walked up to one of the empty booths. You were determined to ignore Dean Winchester and his brother. You were determined to show them that you could handle yourself, and take care of it all on your own.

You didn’t need them. You had never needed anyone.

You sat alone in your booth and ate your lunch while reviewing the victims’ files. They all had been found by the trail near the small wooded area. Heart’s missing, ligatures marks, slight head trauma. The heart being ripped out, indicated a werewolf kill but the ligatures marks and the head trauma suggested something different. You didn’t understand why they were there. Why did they tie up the victims?

There was only one way to find out but you did not like it. You had an aversion for the wooded areas by night. More than anything. However you were a hunter and sometimes, you had to do what you had to do. So, you traded your FBI pantsuit for dark jeans that hugged your large hips and thick thighs perfectly. You traded your dress shirt for a tie-dye crop top that showed a sliver of your skin, and the stretchmarks that peeked out of your waistband. Scars that you had gained over the years as your body changed. It had grown and suffered. It wasn’t slim or thin, it was curvy and big. You had large hips, thick and plushy thighs, a large breast. You loved your body and you had learned to flaunt it.

Flaunting your assets was not what you were going to do tonight. Anyone who knew you, would tell you it was the worst idea you’d ever had. Especially knowing your aversion for the woods at night time. Garth would advise you to ask the Winchesters, since they were in town, to accompany you. And in retrospect, you probably should have. But he didn’t need to know about that.

“Son of a gun!” You breathed out shakily. You tightened your dark green flannel and your thick jacket around your torso.

You were too stubborn to ask for help when you should. But asking for help was like admitting weakness. And you refused to appear weak in front of Dean Winchester. He already thought you were incapable. You didn’t want him to think of you as weak. You were not going to give him the satisfaction.

Your fingers were tight around your lamp torch. Your heart beating wildly beneath your ribcage. Every breath you took was shaky. Everything in you was screaming at you to run. To go to safety. But you were a hunter. You needed to put an end to the killings. You needed to take care of the werewolf. Or the skinwalker.

Crunch. You froze. Crunch. You pulled out your gun. Crunch. A snort. You knew it wasn’t human. You took another shaky breath. A failed attempt to steady yourself. Your feet remained rooted to the ground. As the sounds were coming closer to your position. You needed to move. And fast.

When your body finally obeyed your brain, it was already too late. You had barely moved when the beast pounced on you. You let out a scream as you landed on your back. The wind got knocked out of you. Your gun flew away from you.

There you were, defenseless. And alone.

Yellow eyes staring into yours. Bared fangs as it snarled at you. Its breath was hot on your face. You did not wish to die here. Alone. Away from your family. This seemed much too familiar to you. A feeling of déjà-vu. You hated it. You hated the woods. You hated that monster breathing down on your face.

A shot rang. Its head snapped up to the sound. Two tall figures were rushing to your aid. You could have sobbed with relief at seeing them. But you weren’t out of the woods yet. No pun intended.

Its snarled at them. They fired their guns again. The creature fled as fast as they could. Sam rushed to your aid while Dean pursued the monster.

“Hey,” He helped you up. “You okay?”

You nodded quickly. You were still shaken up. This was too close. You could have died tonight. All of that because you weren’t prepared. Because you wanted to prove something. You screwed up. You clenched your fists repeatedly. You just wanted for your hands to stop shaking. If they could only stop shaking.

“What the hell do you think you were doing?” Dean snapped at you, once he came back.

“What?”

“We were tracking it down and now it’s gone.” He continued. “You screwed it all up.”

“Dean.” Sam put a hand on his brother’s chest.

“Excuse you!” You snapped back at him. “I screwed up? I was being attacked.”

“Yeah, and whose fault is that?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means you don’t know what you’re doing, princess.” Dean stepped closer to you, glaring down at you. “I don’t know how you survived this long on your own, but it won’t last much longer if you keep pulling stupid stunts like that. Leave this to us before you get yourself killed.”

What he said wasn’t untrue. You could have gotten yourself killed tonight. It was reckless to go in before truly knowing what was behind the attacks. Although, that was unfair of him to say. You didn’t set out to be attacked or get yourself killed. You were only trying to do your job. You were a hunter and this was what hunters do. This was what they were doing. So, why was it okay for them to do but not for you?

No one believed in you. No matter how hard you tried they still thought you were uncapable. You had met hunters like him before. Doubting you and your skills. You were too soft, they said. You scared too easy, they said. However, you had proven to them that you knew what you were doing. You had proven to them that you got the job done.

You glared back at him. “Like you care.” You wanted to sound harsh, angry. You wanted him to know that you won’t let him get to you. But that wasn’t how it sounded coming out of your mouth.

You sounded tired and defeated. No one would care if you did die. Not the Winchesters. Not even your own family. Those words had always been floating in your brain for years. After all, you had done so many things for so many people. So many things that went unnoticed. Of course, if you were to disappear. No one would notice the difference. They didn’t need you. Not as much as you needed them. You felt the tears pressed against your eyes.

You would not give him the satisfaction to see you cry, on top of everything else. So, you turned around and walked away from the Winchesters. You heard Sam called you but you ignored him.

You needed to get away from the woods. You needed to get away from Dean.

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Chosen For Pleasure (XIII)

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"then kiss me."

I was shocked at his request.

"I want you to kiss me." Jensen said putting a hand on my cheek.

I noticed his breathing become heavier as I glanced up at him through my eyelashes.

"let me know if you want me to stop." I whispered.

Jensen nodded his head, exhaling a deep breath. I could tell he was nervous, but wanted me to continue.

I stood up on my tippy toes, touching our noses. Jensen fluttered his eyes closed as I let my lips gently brush his. I parted my lips gently connecting his with mine. Jensen was still momentarily but started to timidly move his lips in sync with my own. He was more than willing to let me lead the kiss. I caressed his cheek as our lips moved against each other.

I felt a warmth spread from my lips, throughout my entire body. It was just as simple as our lips touching, but it was enough to set my soul on fire. It was the kind of kiss that inspires stars to climb into the sky and light up the world.

I could tell Jensen was still a little apprehensive. I grabbed his hand, putting it under my chin. Jensen grabbed my chin pushing his lip farther in to mine. I pulled back a little, letting Jensen lead the kiss now.

He was surprisingly great at it for someone who hasn't kissed anyone in years. I could feel myself getting lightheaded from the lack of oxygen but I was finding that breath is of little consequence compared to this feeling. Jensen was the first to pull away, allowing us both to take a much needed deep breath.

I was about to say something, but Jensen crashed his lips back on my own. Every ounce of timidness was now gone, his lips dominating mine. I parted my lips allowing Jensen to slip his tongue in. It took him a minute to get a good rhythm but I didn't mind. Our tongues wrestled for dominance as we poured every single feeling we had in to our kiss.

Jensen pulled away again taking a deep breath.

"do you want to stop?" I asked, wanting to make sure he was comfortable.

He was quiet a moment, just staring deep in my eyes.

"J?"

"I want you kiss me again, kiss me until I'm sick of it." Jensen whispered.

"as you wish."

I wrapped my arms around his neck, bringing his lips down to meet mine once again. Jensen lifted me up, laying me on the hood of the car, not once pulling his lips away from mine. His hands found their way under my dress slowly lifting it up. I hardly felt the chill of the night air, Jensen's kisses making my entire body feel as if it was engulfed in flames.

I moaned in to the kiss as Jensen slid his hand up my leg, stopping just short of my aching core. He moved his lips from mine, sucking in a sharp breath.

"I want to give you everything, all of me." Jensen whispered.

I gasped as he ripped my panties to the side, plunging two fingers inside where I needed him the most. I had no way of stopping the heavy pants that rolled off my lips as Jensen delicately worked his fingers in and out. Jensen slid my dress up some more, so my entire bottom half was at his disposal.

I had an empty feeling as Jensen removed his fingers, hastily undoing his belt so he could free his erection from his tight dress pants. I moaned as I saw his length spring free. In no time at all, Jensen buried himself deep inside of me. He roughly grabbed my chin smashing his lips on my own as he thrusted needfully in to me.

It was as if our lips were molded to perfectly fit each others. It brought a whole new sense of intimacy to our pleasure. Jensen moved his hand down, lightly resting it on my throat as he thrusted harder and faster. I threw my head back with a moan, hitting the hard metal of the hood.

"fuck (y/n), I fucking love you so much." Jensen moaned slamming himself in to me at this point.

I leaned up grabbing his neck pulling his lips back on my own. It was as if everything was falling into place with each brush of our lips. I felt as if I was suddenly a dam ready to burst. Jensen put a little pressure on my throat as he kissed me deeper.

"J, I'm gonna." I moaned.

"I know baby me too."

I let out a moan loud enough to shake the trees as the dam burst, sending shockwaves of pleasure to every single nerve in my body. I could hear my name spilling from Jensen's perfect lips as his entire body shook with his orgasm. Jensen thrusted a few more times before pulling out and collapsing his body on top of my own.

He raised his head, staring at my figure. I was still struggling to catch my breath. He reached a hand up caressing my cheek gently, wiping his thumb over my no doubt swollen lips.

"I love you too Jensen."

Jensen stood up after a moment, tucking himself back in his dress pants, letting my dress fall back down to my ankles. I sat up slowly as my muscles screamed at me with ache. Jensen must've noticed my struggle, for I was held in his arms in no time. He walked over to the wooden cabin steps, taking a seat and placing me in his lap.

I took a moment to admire the view. It was breathtaking.

"it's so beautiful up here." I whispered, as Jensen wrapped his arms around me tighter.

"it was one of my moms favorite places to come, she said she always did her best thinking up here."

"what ever happened to her?" I asked turning my head so I could look at him.

I could see his jaw clench as I knew my words brought up an unpleasant memory. I went to take them back, but Jensen spoke before I could.

"she overdosed, sat dead in her room for at least a week before anyone found her."

I found myself choking back tears at his words.

"thank you for telling me that, I know how hard this is for you." I said placing a kiss to his cheek.

He was quiet as we stared at the view. I could feel a night breeze blowing through my hair as we relaxed against each other. It was another minute before Jensen spoke up again.

"when they found her body, with it, they found a letter she wrote me, she was asking for my forgiveness, but I've never been able to give it to her. I was so mad at her, I was just mad all the time. I pushed people away because I was constantly angry at the world, but then I met you, and I realized I didn't want to be angry anymore." Jensen said, his eyes gazing in to my own.

Jensen leaned down, slowly connecting his lips with mine. It was a short passionate kiss, but he said more in that kiss, than he could ever say with words.

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I woke up to Jensen's frantic voice filling my ears.

"what do you mean you didn't find her Cole?"

I was chilled to the bone as I listened to his words.

"I don't see how she keeps escaping us, how is she always one step ahead?" Jensen growled, tugging at his hair in frustration.

I felt bad for Jensen. I could see how stressed this was making him, and for now I was more concerned with him being okay than myself.

"and you're positive the perimeter is clear and safe? I can't risk her safety Cole, I won't."

He breathed a noticeable sigh of relief, I'm assuming because Cole calmed whatever anxiety he was having about returning.

"I'll be back soon, but I want extra security with us at all times, until Riley is caught, I'm not letting her get anywhere close to my girl again."

I pulled the comforter tighter against my body as I heard Jensen's footsteps coming back towards the room.

"I didn't realize you were up." He spoke looking at me as if I was going to spontaneously combust any minute.

"I uh heard you talking." I spoke before biting my lip.

Jensen sat on the bed, wrapping his arms around my body, pulling me on to his lap.

"I mean it (y/n), she got past me once, it won't happen again. I won't let anything happen to you." Jensen said leaning his head against my own.

I nodded my head believing the words that fell from his lips. He placed a soft kiss on my forehead.

"you missed." I spoke leaning my head back.

Jensen smirked as he brought his lips down, slowly connecting them with mine. I turned around so I was now straddling him, making it easier to move my lips against his. Jensen slid his hands up under my sleep shirt, running them up and down my bare back. I ground my hips on his, feeling his erection grow with each movement. Jensen pulled away from the kiss, gripping my hips to still my movement.

"as much as I want to take you right here on this bed, we really should be heading out, everyone is waiting for us." Jensen groaned as I ran my fingers through his hair.

"they can wait a little longer can't they?" I whispered, removing my shirt.

Jensen groaned, bringing his lips down to run across my bare chest.

I knew I had him hooked now.

I moaned tugging his hair as he took my nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. He released my hips, allowing me to continue to grind on him. I could feel him fully erect now.

"you're gonna get me in trouble." Jensen growled flipping us over so he was hovering above me.

"don't you know life's no fun without a bit of trouble." I smirked, my fingers dancing over his chest, down his stomach towards his crotch.

I licked my lips as I inserted my hand in his sweatpants, stroking him through his boxers.

"you have no idea the things you do to me." Jensen growled.

I quickly removed my hand and grabbed Jensen's shoulders, pushing him over so I could climb on top of him. He groaned as I kissed over his chest, trailing my tongue down his toned ab muscles.

"I see exactly what I do to you." I purred.

I grabbed the waist band of his sweatpants and boxers, pulling them down his legs. I licked my lips as his full length sprung free from its confines. I gazed in his eyes as I parted my lips, gently taking him in to my mouth. Immediately Jensen threw his head back with a groan. I sunk down on him lower, taking more of him in to my mouth.

"fuck don't stop." Jensen moaned entangling a hand in my hair.

I bobbed my head up and down at a steady pace, taking as much of Jensen in my mouth as I could. He bucked his hips up sending his length deeper down my throat. He pulled my hair gently as he thrusted in to my mouth.

"baby stop, I can't make it much longer." Jensen moaned as he pulled me off of him by my hair.

I immediately sunk back down as soon as he released my hair. I wanted to taste him.

A string of curse words left his lips as my mouth worked over him, adding my hand now to increase his pleasure. It wasn't long until I felt hot liquid filling my mouth, running down my throat. I pulled off of him, wiping a bit of his arousal that had managed to leak out. I stared at Jensen as I brought my finger to my lips, licking it seductively, tasting more of his sweetness.

"get up here." Jensen growled, grabbing my hair and pulling me up so I was once again straddling.

Jensen grabbed my jaw bringing my lips down to his in a heated kiss.

"move your panties to the side."

I panted following his order. Jensen grabbed my hips, sinking me down on his once again fully erect member. I instantly bounced up and down on his hips throwing my head back in pleasure.

"I didn't think you could get any hotter." Jensen moaned, as he watched me ride him.

I brought my head back down, my lips instantly going for his neck. I sucked on his skin roughly, no doubt leaving a mark. I could feel Jensen tug my hair as he brought my lips to meet his own. I moaned in to his mouth as he bounced his hips in sync with mine.

"fuck J, so good." I cried out, feeling the knot in my stomach start to unravel.

"that's it baby girl, come undone for me." Jensen moaned, his hands going to my ass, squeezing it roughly.

I slammed my body down on his a few more times before I was spilling my arousal all over him. I moaned, biting his shoulder gently as I rode out my high on him.

I slowed down my thrusts, but Jensen wasn't finished yet. He flipped us over before slamming himself in to me. I felt as if my entire body was on overload. I was tingling from my orgasm as Jensen was thrusting at a hurried pace.

"J, too much pleasure." I all but screamed.

"almost there baby." He groaned.

I noticed his thrusts become sloppy and his pace slow down. A few more snaps of his hips had Jensen coming undone for the second time. He slowed his thrust, extending his orgasm for as long as he could. He pulled out before collapsing beside me.

I laughed as his ringtone echoed through the room.

"someone's in trouble now." I smirked biting my lips.

Jensen got up quickly answering his cell.

"yeah sorry Cole, we're on our way now, somebody got us a little distracted." Jensen spoke as he gave me a look.

I went to the bathroom to freshen up before we drove back to Jensen's. I came out shortly after, not immediately seeing Jensen. I glanced out the window seeing him standing on the deck looking at the view. I walked out the door, wrapping my arms around him from behind. I left kisses on his bare back as he stared at the view.

"I just wanted to say, I forgive you mom." Jensen said to the open wilderness.

I walked to the front of him wrapping him in my arms. He instantly wrapped his arms around me, and we stood there in each others embrace. I looked up at him with concern to see he was already staring down at me.

"I'm not angry anymore." Jensen whispered placing a sweet kiss to my lips.

I looked out at the view one last time before we left. I felt that this beautiful cabin sitting atop this rocky cliff was a metaphor for our relationship. It's said that the best views always come after the hardest climbs.

and this was one beautiful view.

however we weren't quite done climbing yet......

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Bad Moon Rising

Paring(s): Dean Winchester x F!Reader

Summary: The world's ending, and Dean has something to confess.

Square(s) Filled: free space for @anyfandomangstbingo

Tags: 16+, kinda fluffy, kinda angsty

Word Count: 492

A/N: I'm (semi) back! I had a baby, so writing has been on the backburner, but this was my first time dipping my toes in the water since I gave birth and I'm hoping it's the first step in getting over this postpartum writer's block. This was written for @deanwanddamons' rock flash fic challenge! The song I got was Bad Moon Rising by Creedence Clearwater Revival, and whatever this is was born. GIF is mine. Enjoy!

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It’s been an hour, maybe two, since they accepted their fate. They don’t know exactly when the world is ending, but Cas thinks it’ll be within the next few hours or so.

Y/N needs to find Dean. Not because she thinks he’s found a way out of this mess — there is no way out — but because she loves him, and whether he knows that or not, she wants to spend her last moments on Earth next to him. She finds him right where she knew he’d be — sitting in Baby, in the bunker’s garage.

She walks over and opens the door, sliding into the passenger’s seat without saying a word. Dean’s staring out the windshield, his knuckles white from his grip on the steering wheel. He doesn’t move to look at her. He doesn’t say a word.

“Dean,” she whispers, placing her hand on his shoulder.

He lets out a long, shaky breath. “We can’t fix it this time.”

“‘fraid not,” she replies with a soft chuckle. Not because it’s funny, but because if she doesn’t laugh, she’ll cry.

“God dammit!” he shouts, hitting the center of the steering wheel, causing Baby to honk.

Y/N flinches, but keeps her hand on his shoulder.

Dean sighs and lets his head fall back, resting on the top of the seat as he fixes his eyes on the car’s ceiling.

“I thought we had more time,” he says, barely audible.

“Yeah, we all did,” she replies with a sad smile.

“No, I mean — I thought we had more time.”

She furrows her eyebrows. “What are you talking about?”

“Us, Y/N. This isn’t how I thought we were gonna go. I thought —”

He stops himself, but she so desperately needs to hear the rest.

“You thought what, Dean?”

He takes a deep breath. Fuck it. The world is ending, right?

“I thought I’d at least get to kiss you before I died. Tell you I’ve been in love with you for the past four years. Settle down one day. White picket fence. Maybe a dog. Get out of this life, start our own.”

He turns his head slightly, his green eyes searching her face for a reaction.

She’s stunned into silence, but then the silence turns to soft laughter, and she’s shaking her head in disbelief while she thinks about what to say.

She settles on, “I can’t believe you waited until the end of the world to tell me you’re in love with me.”

He shrugs and huffs a quiet laugh. “You know I don’t like talking about my feelings.”

She chuckles. “You’re better at it than me, ‘cause I was gonna take my feelings to the grave.”

There’s silence as he processes her reply. His eyes fill with hope as he realizes what she’s saying. “Wait. So you…?”

“Since I’ve known you, you idiot.”

He smiles like the world isn’t ending in a few hours. She kisses him like it is.

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I know this was originally posted on Tumblr but I’m not sure who so

Credit to original poster

But sometimes this is important to remember, I’ve tried to be better about posting comments and sending asks. But some days it’s just doesn’t happen, I’m too tired and I just want to read your work in my little corner of the world and pretend no one else exists.

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holylulusworld · 3 months

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Wrote a cute little something for Lulu as she is always making us happy with her writing…♥️

Y/N is playing with her and Dean’s little angel who is just 1 month shy of her 1st birthday. Dean has gone to pick up some baby stuff that Y/N needed.

The little angel has been restless, crying on and off. Y/N is trying to soothe her to calm down

Y/N- I know baby, i know *she says to her as she pats on her back* Give mommy one burpy, and you are gonna be all fine.

She keeps on rubbing and patting her back gently to get her to burp after feeding her. She is successful as she hears her daughter giving one large burp

Y/N-Just like your Dad ..huh… *she chuckles at her remembering how exactly Dean does the same after having his meals, specially when its made by her*

But her relief lasts short as the little baby starts to toss and cry again

Y/N-I know baby…i know..i am sorry.

*she keeps on cooing her, finding different ways to make her calm but is unsuccessful*

Y/N- Ok, we are gonna video call daddy, see if he got all your fav things…Tell him to come home soon ..ok baby?

*she talks to her, knowing very well she can’t reply as she hasn’t started speaking yet, she hopes Dean’s voice will calm her down, as it always had*

*She dials the phone and Dean picks up instantly*

Dean(on the Video call)-Hi..Hot momma..missing me already?

*he says with a classic Dean Winchester smirk*

Y/N- Dean, when will you be back? *she asks him while trying to soothe their daughter *

Dean-I have picked up all our angel’s stuff, well, the Confectionery guy over here says the fresh batch of pie for the day will be here in 15 minutes, so just waiting for that *he gives a toothy grin, a little comically scared of Y/N’s reaction*

Y/N-Well this time, tell it to your daughter

*Y/N faces the phone towards her*

Dean-Hi, my baby angel, Daddy will be there shortly *she starts fussing again* Oh no…baby…look at me…my fav girl…Daddy is gonna be home soon..we gonna play all the games…and eat pie *he keeps on talking in hope his voice soothes her down*

The little angel, recognising her father’s voice, look towards him through the screen, and stops crying, just staring at him

Dean-That’s my girl, very good, daddy hates to see you cry *he blows a kiss to her* i am gonna be home soon baby…Dada loves you

The baby girl is just staring at the screen with her glossy green eyes , a small smirk emerging from her lips*you roll your eyes looking at the carbon copy of Dean*

“Dada…”

Your head snaps toward your daughter and then towards Dean, back and forth .

“Dada…hom…”

*she starts giggling at reaches out for the phone*

Y/N starts pouring kisses at her chubby cheeks “ I knew Dada will be your first words, i won the bet Dean”

She looks back at Camera and sees him already revving up the baby(impala), putting phone on the stand.

Y/N-Dean, what!! You were just at the store a second ago…

Dean looks at the screen, his eyes a little glossy itself-Yeah well, my baby girl needs me home, Dada is gonna be home…pie or no pie…

With that Dean drives off eager to meet lil Angel and hear her say Dada all day long…….

I hope it was good🥹🥹

Aw...that was so cute and sweet and all Dean deserved. He should've gotten the chance to have a family too. *I loved it with all my heart. Thank you for this sweet gift.*

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Grandpa

Dean Winchester x wife!reader

Warnings: Dean as a girl dad. Not sure of anything else but feel free to let me know. pregnancy

Daughters name is Olivia

Summary: Dean’s deepest want is for his father to come back. John meets his daughter-in-law and his granddaughter.

Word Count: 2,115

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I had been out with my little girl, shopping for groceries we needed in the bunker. Mary had been kind enough to make me a list of things she knew we needed along with a few requests from her and the boys. “Cady.” Olivia, my daughter pointed to the isle of candy. “Peas, momma.” She stuck her bottom lip out and gave me the puppy eyes that her uncle Sam taught her.

I smiled down at my little girl. “Ok, but you can only pick one.” I told her and rolled the cart closer so she could pick something out.

About an hour later I had everything we needed and was pulling the Impala into the bunkers garage. “Alright sweet pea, we’re home.” I gently roused my sleepy girl from her nap in the car seat. “Should we go find daddy and uncle Sam?” Her eyes opened a bit and she nodded lazily, reaching her little hands out for me to pick her up. I wrapped her in my arms and propped her up on my hip, knowing the boys would help me gather the groceries later. “Sam? Dean?” I called into the silent bunker as I walked down the halls as Olivia slowly woke up.

“In here sweetheart!” I heard Dean call from the main room of the bunker. The sight before me made my body freeze the moment I got into the room, my hand going to my daughters back protectively.

“Dean?” My hunter stood abruptly from his seat with Mary, Sam, and a man I vaguely recognized. “What’s going on?”

“Daddy!” Liv’s face broke into a vibrant smile, and she reached for Dean. He quickly took her into his arms and gently pulled me to the side of the room, away from the other three.

“So, Sam and I came up with a way to possibly get Michael out of my head. This pearl, it was supposed to grant my deepest wish, and it brought my dad back.” I glanced over my shoulder to the man who sat with his back to me.

“That’s…” I stopped talking, looking back to Dean and our daughter. “Ok. Does he know about Liv and me?” That’s when I heard a throat clear behind me. Dean passed Olivia back to me and stepped around to talk to his family.

“Dad, I’ve got two people that mean the world to me that I want you to meet.” Dean started, holding his arm out for me to join his side. The man at the table, John Winchester, stood with Sam and Mary standing after him. “My wife and our daughter, Olivia.”

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest looking at the man that raised Dean and Sam. “It’s very nice to meet you, sir.” I smiled softly. My eyes drifted to the little girl in my arms. “Liv, baby. This is John, your grandpa. Can you say hi, baby?”

She glanced over to Dean first, then reached her hand out to wave at John. “Hi.” Her voice was high pitched and nervous around the new person in her home.

“Hi there little one.” John stepped a bit closer and gave my baby a smile. “Olivia is a beautiful name. I’m so happy to get to meet you.” With those words, my heart swelled with happiness. “Can I hold her?” John looked to Dean and me for permission.

We both nodded and I looked at Liv. “Sweetie, can grandpa hold you?” She nodded her head, the ponytail wiggling, then reached for John. He wrapped his hands around her waist and held her to his chest, smiling the whole time. My arm then went around Dean’s hips as I watched his father with Olivia.

The rest of the day was filled with laughter. Mary and I had taken the chance to cook for all six of us, talking and laughing about everything. Olivia had sat with John for hours, asking him any question she could come up with. But then reality came crashing down on us, dinner was somber in the beginning, the boys and Mary not knowing how to talk. Olivia and I had tried making small talk to begin, but nothing seemed to work, not until everyone decided to make the limited time we all had the best it could be. The Winchester family spent time telling Liv and I stories of their lives that they could remember, embarrassing stories of Sam and Dean, how Mary and John fell in love, when Dean and I got married, Liv talking about her favorite things about her family.

We were all laughing and having a great dinner. Afterwards, Sam and Dean helped Mary clean up, allowing John and I some time to talk. “I can’t thank you enough for what you’ve done for my boys.” John stated once the rest of the family was out of the room. “I’ve never seen Dean this happy, Sam this relaxed.”

“I can’t tell you how much your boys have helped me. They’ve given me the best life I could imagine. I never thought I’d get married or have my own kid. They make my life perfect.” Liv was now asleep in John’s arms, her head resting against his chest. “I’m so glad she got to meet you, even with circumstances like this.”

John kissed the top of Liv’s head. “I’m happy to have met my daughter-in-law and my grandbaby. I can see the way my son looks at you, and I can tell you he’s never looked at anyone that way before.” Tears filled my eyes and I smiled at John.

“Can I tell you something that no one else knows? Not even Dean?” I leaned forward in my chair.

“Of course.” He nodded, pulling his chair a bit closer to mine.

I took a deep breath and placed my hand over my stomach. “Dean’s going to be a father again.” John’s face broke out into a large smile. “I really hope it’s a little boy. And I would love it if you came up with the baby’s middle name. I’ve already decided on first names. Charlotte for a girl, and John for a boy.” My eyes met his nervously, waiting for his approval.

John seemed surprised with what I said. “You’d really name your kid after me?”

“Yes. Olivia’s middle name is Maryanne, a mix between my mother and Dean’s. Neither of them was around when we named our little girl, but I would love for my next baby to have a piece of their grandfather.”

John was speechless for a moment, looking down at the little girl asleep in his arms. “I’m honored you want to do that. You’re really open to any name I give you?” I nodded to encourage him. “My parents were named Henry and Millie. I’ve always liked Henry for a boy.”

“Then Henry it is. John Henry Winchester, or Charlotte Millie Winchester. I love it. Thank you.” With that, the boys and Mary walked back into the room, sad expressions on their faces.

John stood, gently passing Olivia to me, her head resting on my shoulder with her still asleep. He said goodbye to everyone slowly, taking his time with his wife and boys before coming back over to me. “You keep that little girl safe, and my future grandbaby.” His hand gently rested on my stomach in a way that no one else would notice. “My boys better take care of you, you’re definitely something special.” He kissed the top of Olivia’s head, then wrapped his arms around the both of us in a tight hug, a kiss being pressed to my head as well. “I love the both of you, more than you know.”

“And we love you too, John.” I hugged him back just as tightly as he was hugging me, before letting him go and having Dean’s arm wrapped around my shoulder, my side in his with our daughter between us.

We all had tears running down our cheeks as Sam crushed the pearl and we watched John fade into a bright white light, disappearing from our world. I couldn’t move, how would I explain this to Olivia? Just as I was thinking too hard, the bunker door opened with a loud creek and in stepped Cas. “What happened?” He asked, rushing down the stairs to all of us.

When no one stepped forward, I did, telling Cas to follow me down to Olivia’s room. I laid my little girl in her bed, sitting on the side of it as Cas sat in the armchair. And so, I told the story that I had been told on how John came back, him meeting my little girl, naming the baby I had growing in me without Dean even knowing. “I don’t know how I’m going to tell him.”

“You and Dean are going to be parents again. That’s amazing.”

A sad smile crossed my face. “Thanks Cas. With everything that happened today, I don’t know how I’m going to tell him.”

“I think you should tell him now. Don’t wait. Let him know about everything you and John talked about, I believe it could help Dean.”

I nodded. “Thank you, Cas.”

“I’ll watch her if you want to go talk to Dean.” Cas offered to watch his niece for me.

I hesitated for a moment but nodded soon after. “Ok. Thanks.” I stood and walked across the hall to the room I shared with Dean, opening the door slowly so I wouldn’t scare him. “Dean? Baby?” I spotted him laying across the bed, one arm behind his head, the other hand holding a photograph of him and his family. “Hi. Can I lay with you?”

“Of course.” He patted the space beside him, inviting me to lay with him. My head went on his arm, and he draped it over my shoulders.

We laid in silence for a while, just admiring the photo he had in his hands, until I broke it. “Can I talk to you about something?” I shifted to look up into Dean’s bright green eyes. “So, I found out a few days ago and I even spent some time talking with your dad about it.” Dean looked at me completely confused. “You’re gonna be a daddy again.” My hand drifted down to the very slight bump where baby Winchester was. “And when I was talking with your father, we came up with two names. Charlotte Millie, and then John Henry, after your father and grandfather.” Dean didn’t speak for a long time, and I was worried that he was mad about the baby, mad that I had told John before him, mad that I didn’t wait for the sadness from today to die down before I told him. My nerves stared to get worse the longer and longer it took for Dean to talk to me, and I stared to think I should give him some space to breathe. “Dean? Are you mad?” I had asked after an awfully long time.

His eyes drifted over to me, and his face seemed to soften. “We’re gonna have another baby?” He mused, his bright eyes slowly growing happily. I gave him a fast nod, completely preparing myself for his reaction, good or bad. “Am I mad? Are you crazy? I’m gonna be a dad again!” He engulfed me in a tight hug, pressing kisses to my neck and cheeks. “I’m thrilled!” My arms clung to him tightly, tears running down my cheeks and a wide smile on my face.

“And are you ok I talked to your dad about names? Olivia is named for our mothers, and I always liked the name John, I hope you don’t mind I talked to him first.” I was rambling now as Dean pulled back to look at me.

“I’m fine that you talked with him. I’m glad you got to meet him at all, and to know that he knows about both his grandkids, you’ve made me an incredibly happy man.” Dean drifted down, his head resting over the small baby bump. “Hi baby. I’m your daddy.” Dean whispered, running his hand up my shirt and over the skin of my bump. “You’re not even born yet and there’s already a ton of people that love you more than anything.” I wiped away a few tears from my cheeks and ran my fingers through Dean’s short hair. “We gotta tell Liv she’s gonna be a big sister.”

A laugh escaped my lips. “And we gotta tell Sam that he’s gonna be an uncle again.” My eyes widened a bit, and I looked down at Dean. “We gotta tell your mom.”

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zepskies · 3 months

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As You Wish

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: When Dean agreed to watch your favorite movie with you, you didn’t think it’d come with live subtitles.

AN: Here’s a little something in honor of Dean’s birthday! If you haven’t seen The Princess Bride, do yourself a favor. 🥰

Word Count: 600

Tags/Warnings: Fluff, and nothing but the fluff. (Established relationship.)

“My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die!” Dean says, right in time with the iconic swashbuckler on the screen, complete with his best approximation at a Spanish accent.

You giggle against his side, hard enough to rock both of you on the bed. When he agreed to watch your favorite movie with you, you didn’t think it’d come with live subtitles.

“Are you gonna quote the whole damn movie?” you ask.

Dean brandishes an imaginary sword with his fist held out.

“HELLO! My name is—”

Biting your lip, you cut him off short by playing dirty. You wrap your arm around his middle and dance your fingers across his ribs. He’d never admit it, but he’s got sensitive sides.

He flinches and laughs on reflex. “Hey, hey! That’s a foul move!”

His arm tightens around your waist while his other hand closes around your wrist. You try to grapple with him, your bare legs tangling with his pajama-clad ones, but you both know it’s a losing battle.

Dean gathers you tighter against his chest and traps your wandering hand.

Huffing another laugh, you relax again. His heart clips at a faster pace under your ear. Your hand smooths up his chest and finds its way up the back of his neck.

Dean can't help it. He lets out a contented hum when your nails give his scalp a little scratch.

For a moment, his attention drifts away from the movie and down to you. He spies the soft edge of your smile, feels your hair starting to itch against his arm, your soft curves under his hand, pressing against him.

You two don’t get these quiet days often, but he wants to make sure you get some rest. You, Sam, and Dean spent about three straight weeks in a row with back-to-back hunts, and the last one had really taken it out of you. So now, Dean’s satisfied to see you so relaxed. Happy, even.

Yeah. You really do seem to be as happy as he (secretly) feels.

Sometimes, he finds that part hard to believe. If you could want this with someone like him, then maybe…maybe he doesn’t screw up all the time.

Dean tunes back into the movie just in time for Buttercup to jump out of the window in her pretty white dress. She and Westley join Fezzik and Inigo on white horses, and the couple shares the kiss that left all the others behind.

Dean glances down at your face. He’s amused by the way you’re eating up all this sappy rom-com crap. Your eyes are shining with unshed tears. He ducks down to press a kiss to your forehead.

“You just spring a leak over anything, don’t you?” he teases. You shove at his chest with a halfhearted hand.

“Only over the good stuff,” you retort.

He accepts that with a chuckle. When the credits start to roll down the screen, he reaches for the remote and searches for the episode you guys left off in Game of Thrones. You tap his chest.

“Hey, wanna go out to dinner tonight?” you ask. A warm smile plays on your lips. “Just you and me?”

Dean blinks. He doesn’t remember the last time you two went on an honest-to-God date. No time, no privacy, always something evil on your asses…

A decision made in his mind, Dean gives you a smile back. He brushes his thumb across your cheek.

“As you wish,” he says.

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Those Eyes - Dean Winchester P3

Title: Those Eyes - Dean Winchester Part 3

Words: 3,394

Relationship: Dean Winchester X Reader

TW: Strong language. Angst, Sexual Tension, Choking, Dom-Sub, Fingering, Hair-pulling, Spanking.

Taglist: @deans-baby-momma @deans-spinster-witch @pycobutterpie @deans-queen @suckitands33 @pizzagirlxnsfwx @seasoning-spam @cxmitrbl

Part 1 - Part 2

Haha, just realised that every GIF I've used for these parts have all had him licking his lips. I didn't realise before this that I had a thing for it, outing myself haha 😳💜

Goosebumps formed on my body as his right hand found my waist, I gasped softly at the contact. He smirked as he looked over my body, his hand rubbing a path up my chest, between my breasts and to my neck. I bit my lip, his eyes catching the movement and smirking as he recognised my weakness to his hand on my neck. My knees felt weak as his smirk grew evil. He gripped my neck, squeezing the sides softly to restrict blood flow but not affecting my breathing. I gasped, as he moved closer to me. His lips were less than an inch from mine as he looked into my eyes.

"If you lock that door tonight, there will be hell to pay, got it?" He asked, his lips ghosting over mine. I internally begged for him to kiss me, his lips touching mine and taunting me wasn't enough, I needed to taste his lips, his tongue. All of him. I need it! I nodded quickly as he raised an eyebrow at me, clearly wanting an answer. He smirked softly before his eyes narrowed on me. His grip tightened slightly, I bit my bottom lip, eyes rolling back as I tried controlling my breathing. "Food is waiting for us, you have three minutes to get dressed or you're wearing nothing," He instructed, releasing my neck and stepping back. I gulped as I looked at him. As good as being naked with Dean sounds, I don't think Sam would be pleased. "You're wasting time," He added. I pulled myself back to reality, stepping away to hurry to my clothes. Grabbing the first things I could find to put on.

I threw on my joggers, stumbling slightly as I noticed Dean just watching me dress. Still staying true to his words, looking at me like he wanted to eat me. I believed he couldn't actually be able to look at me that way but somehow he has proven me wrong. I reached for the first cotton fabric I touched, yanking it out of the bag and throwing it on. I looked down as I pulled my shirt down, I was wearing black joggers with a bleached flower design on the sides and a black tank top that was maybe one size too tight but my go-to shirt to show off my boobs and get free drinks in the bars.

I snickered to myself as I realised that Dean had to play pool to earn money for drinks, working hard for it and all I had to do was walk around with flesh showing.

I turned around, flashing Dean a smile as I looked at him. He took his time looking up at my body to meet my eyes. He released his bottom lip from between his teeth to smile at him. Something about the moment felt wholesome to me. I began remembering how I had fallen for Dean. His smile, his positive energy. Sam always complained that he was angry and secretly hated himself but all I could see was a ray of light and joy. Sam and I could never agree on the topic.

Dean's eyes quickly shifted to wanting to eat me, and I felt my neck muscles tighten. "You're going to wear a tank top with no bra?" He asked menacingly. I bit my lip a little nervously. Dean smirked as he advanced towards me. He lifted my chin to look up at him as he looked down on me with dark eyes and that sexy smirk. "Perfect, I'm going to be able to watch your nipples harden when you look at me," His voice was deep and felt like satin. He lowered his lips closer to mine, our noses touching as he used my lips as a microphone. "You know, you still have about a minute," He added, smirking as he watched the thoughts behind my eyes.

We still have a minute, are we going to make out before we have to go to the food? God, I wish he would just hurry up and kiss me.

"I want to use this minute to know what is off limits." He explained slowly, my eyebrows furrowed slightly but Dean smirked. He moved his hand from my chin to pull my hair slightly. I bit my bottom lip as I moaned softly, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. "Is hair pulling okay?" He asked slowly. I quickly nodded as I peered back into his gorgeous green eyes. His hand found my neck. I gasped as he choked me softly. "Is choking okay?" I nodded instantly. He smirked, holding back a chuckle. I smirked at his reaction.

He left goosebumps on my skin, his fingers releasing my neck, slowly trailing down my right breast, over my hardened nipple, across my stomach and playing just beneath the waistband of my joggers. I held my breath in anticipation of his touch.

"Is touching okay?" He smirked, watching my deep breathing as my heart rate quickened. I nodded quickly. I practically whimpered as he moved his hand back.

I gasped as he suddenly pushed and pulled me to move me. I caught my breath as he positioned me in front of him, chest on the bed and my ass against his crotch. I bit my lip as he pushed his hips into mine. "Can I drag you around?" He asked, satisfaction in his tone. I nodded quickly. I bit down harder on my lip as he slapped my ass a little harshly. "Spanking?" I glanced back to see him smile as I nodded my head again. He leaned forward, grabbing both of my wrists and slowly moving them behind my back, my chest pushing into the bed. Dean held my wrists in one large hand. "Restraints?" He asked, I nodded again. "God, we might need more than a minute to find something off-limits," He commented with a chuckle. I smiled at his adorableness, it's such Dean's fashion to make a joke during such a serious situation. I chuckled as I rolled my eyes at him. Damn him for being so cute. "Stand up," He instructed. Not as much harshness to his tone as before. I followed instructions, standing up and turning in his arms to face him. "Kissing?" He asked slowly, he admired my lips as his hand found my check. I gulped as I nodded slowly. I closed my eyes as he leaned in. His lips barely touching mine, I leaned in softly. "We have to go but we're finishing this later," He whispered against my lips. I froze, rolling my eyes slightly at the denial.

"Promise?" I tempted, biting my lip as his eyes devoured me. It was his turn to nod quickly. I smirked seeing that I also have control over Dean. Maybe this isn't just one-sided, maybe he also has a weakness to me. I sucked my teeth slightly as an idea occurred to me. I smirked knowing I had to find the courage to try it.

"Lady's first," He instructed, gesturing with his hand towards the door. I smiled gratefully following his directions, I groaned slightly as he slapped my ass. I glanced back as I walked, his smirk filled out his cheeks as he took large steps to open the door for me.

"Thank you," I smirked, waiting and smiling as Dean smacked my ass again. He chuckled as he walked beside me.

We walked into Sam distributing the food onto the coffee table as he watched the TV. He glanced up at us with a smile. We all watched TV as we ate, occasionally commenting on the movie but mainly relaxing after quite a drive this morning and then working on the case. Dean and I would make eye contact but usually, it was stealing glances.

After a while, Dean must have gotten bored with the movie and decided to watch me instead. I clenched my thighs together instinctively as his eyes watched me intently. I took a second to compose myself before committing to the idea I had earlier. I have proof that I affect Dean as well, might as well test out the extent. I sucked my teeth, mentally preparing myself before looking at Dean. He smirked once we made eye contact. I bit my lip, looking him up and down, no longer hiding the fact I love to check him out. He's just too hot not too.

He looked surprised when my eyes met his again. He gulped, nervousness seeming to creep onto his features. I smirked as I bit my bottom lip, his eyes watched my lips intently as his breath quickened. I smirked a little wider now understanding why Dean loved to mess with me and get me flustered. I grew wetter and more confident as I watched him. He took a deep breath, his eyes moving down to my breasts. He practically growled as he realised his breath. I smirked as Sam looked at him confused.

"You good?" Sam asked, clearly concerned by the noise. I bit back a chuckle.

"Yeah," Dean nodded, I watched as he struggled to take his eyes off me. I smirked, biting my lip to stop myself from laughing as Sam looked at him like he was crazy and went back to watching the movie.

"Anyone want a beer?" I asked, purposely leaning forward to put something on the coffee table. I smirked as I could feel Dean's eyes on my cleavage. Though I looked innocent, placing something on the table, Dean and I both knew it was purposeful.

What's the point in having boobs if not for Dean to gawk at?

The boys both agreed to a beer, I stood, Dean's eyes watching my every move. I smirked as I swayed my hips temptingly as I walked to the kitchen. I opened the fridge, now out of sight of the boys. I took the time to take a deep breath to compose myself and fan of some of the cold air from the fridge onto my burning skin. I heard shuffling around and peeking around the corner. Dean was collecting the trash from food, something that was usually done by Sam.

"Thanks," Sam commented, slightly confused as Dean grabbed Sam rubbing. I hurried to grab the beers out and put them on the counter. Dean's only clearing up so he can join me in the kitchen.

"Turn it up, I don't want to miss it," Dean commented, I bit my lip as the volume of the movie went up. I focused on slowly opening the beers, purposely taking my time to be alone with Dean. Dean practically threw the trash on the counter beside me, I gasped as he grabbed my shoulder, spinning me around to face him. I smirked preparing myself to have snarky remarks and teasing words but the words never fell from his lips.

His hand found my neck, the other on my waist. He rushed to kiss me, his lips crashing onto mine as he squeezed my neck slightly. I hurried to kiss him back, the months of anticipating this moment making the kiss all the more needy. His tongue entered my mouth as our lips moved in sync. I snaked my arms around his neck as he dropped his hands to my thighs, pulling me up to sit me on the kitchen counter. I gasped against his lips, his mouth hungry for me as he pulled my body against his. His lips felt like electricity and tasted exactly how I'd hoped.

He held the back of my neck, deepening the kiss as he grabbed my ass. I moaned softly, my need for him multiplying by tenfold. He smirked against my lips, and a hand found my hair, grabbing a handful as he pulled it slightly to disconnect our lips. I breathed heavily as he glared at me. My lips felt bruised from the force we were kissing, his lips begged to be kissed again. I whimpered as I bit my lip. Watching as he smirked, his eyes devouring me. I quivered internally. I gasped as his left hand trailed down my waist, I held my breath as his hand ventured into the waistband of my joggers. Dipping inside to draw patterns on my hip bone. I gulped, eyes rolling to the back of my head.

"You're going to go back." He explained slowly, his hand teasingly inching towards my wetness. My breath caught in my throat as my eyes met his. I breathed deeply as his fingers circled my clit. He pulled on my hair a little harder. "You're going to say goodbye and go to your room," He continued, I nodded quickly gulping as his fingers circled my clit slowly. "You're going to leave your door unlocked and wait for me naked on the bed," He bit his lip as his fingers slid down, and he groaned quietly. "Fuck, you're so wet," He seemed to wince before he pulled me back to his lips. Kissing his lips hungrily before he pushed two fingers inside me. He used his tongue to silence my moans. Once his fingers were as deep as he could get them he curled them inside me, pushing on the spot that made my hips automatically rotate against him. He smirked against my lips. His tongue danced with mine before he bit my bottom lip. Pulling back a little to look me deep in my eyes. My breath quivered as his fingers were relentless. He released my bottom lip, breathing heavily as he admired me. His eyes have never looked so hungry.

He breathed heavily, seeming to just be enjoying kissing me and fingering me. I bit my lip, whining slightly that I had to remain silent, something I was majorly struggling with.

"Fuck, I can't wait," He growled, his lips back on mine, tongue entering my mouth instantly. I moaned against him, his fingers moving faster, practically begging for me to cum on his hand. I clenched my thighs together, the familiar feeling of building up churned my insides. He pulled my neck closer, the kiss more needy as his lips moved with mine as if they had kissed for years. His tongue expertly dominated mine as my mind clouded with the thought of sitting on his face, his tongue working on my pussy just like how he was kissing me.

He pulled back, lips instantly finding my neck as I held my head back, giving him full access to me. He made out with my neck, his fingers finding a fast rhythm that made cuming hard to avoid. I bit my lip, silencing myself as he bit my neck.

"Biting, okay?" He whispered breathlessly. I nodded quickly. He grinned against my neck before biting on my neck between kisses. I breathed heavily. My muscles tightened as my mouth dropped open, God, I want to moan so loudly but I have to be quiet, he's still messing with me. My eyes rolled back as I gulped. A powerful orgasm is just seconds away.

"Dean," I practically whimpered.

"I know, baby." He spoke softly as his lips quickly found mine, his tongue entering my mouth to silence me. His fingers curled a little faster, pushing deeper inside me. I wanted to scream. The feeling of such intense pleasure and knowing it was Dean pleasing me, only made the orgasm harder to postpone. "Cum for me, baby," He spoke against my lips. A small moan escaped my mouth before his tongue silenced me. I breathed through my nose as the orgasm hit me like a train. His fingers worked harder through my orgasm, prolonging it as he kissed me deeply. He seemed to listen to my breathing, slowing his pace as my orgasm subsided.

My brain turned to mush as he slowly pulled his fingers out of me. His lips leaving mine to bite his bottom lip, his eyes watching mine closely as he sucked his fingers clean. Moaning quietly as his eyes rolled back at the taste. I practically gawked at his reaction, my breath stumbling to leave my chest. He opened his eyes, desire riddling them without doubt. He pulled his fingers from his mouth slowly, he raised an eyebrow at me as he moved his fingers closer to me. I opened my mouth as I stuck my tongue out. He groaned softly at the action. He pushed his fingers into my mouth slowly. Watching intently as I didn't flinch the deeper his fingers got. He bit back a moan as his knuckles reached my lips.

"I hope you slept well last night, you're going to need as much energy as you can," He commented, his voice deep with desire. His fingers quietened my moan. He slowly pulled them out. I sucked my juices from them before they left my mouth. Dean's breath quickened. "Fuck," He growled, his eyes darkening before his hand gripped my neck. His lips hovering in front of mine. "Wait in your room," He instructed before kissing me. I hurried to taste him more, knowing I would have to stop kissing him only made me crave him more. He seemed to melt into my lips, clearly not wanting to stop kissing me either. He seemed to find some self-control as he pulled back, breathing heavily and glaring at me with lust-filled eyes. "Don't even say goodbye, I can't wait that long." He instructed his lips finding mine again. He grabbed my ass with both hands. Pulling me off of the counter and holding me against him. He slowly walked to the door, still out of Sam's sight as he kissed me. His tongue pushed my tongue aside as he seemed to lose all his self-control and pushed my back against the wall. His hips pushed into mine as he squeezed my ass a little tighter.

I moaned against his lips, his throbbing erection pushing against me, driving me crazy to feel him inside me, to taste more of his skin.

"What are you doing?" Sam called into the kitchen. I gasped, forgetting Sam was here but Dean didn't care to stop kissing me straight away. His lips moved from mine to my neck. I rested my head against the wall, biting my lip to silence my moan. His hips pushed into me again.

"Y/N's going back to her room," Dean explains, his voice slightly muffled by my neck.

"Everything okay?" Sam asked, concern in his tone and I knew I had to reply. God, I don't think I can. Dean smirked against my neck.

"Yeah," My voice trembled as Dean purposely pushed into me again. I glared at him as he smirked. He moved back, lips hovering over mine as he grinned triumphantly. My breathing halted as his unquivering strength continued to hold me up. His eyes watched my lips intently, clearly wanting to kiss me again. I never want him to stop kissing me.

"Okay," Sam spoke uneasily. Obviously unconvinced by my answer. Dean smirked as he remained close to me.

"I'm going to just head out, see you tomorrow," I explained, raising an eyebrow at Dean. He smirked as he slowly kissed me. It took my breath away, he was kissing me like he was in love with me, not like he was desperate to fuck me. The passion and meaning made my insides churn. The kiss alone was enough to remind me exactly why I had fallen for him before he started teasing me.

"See you tomorrow," Sam called back. Dean smiled against my lips, moving slowly as he pulled away. His eyes made my knees weak. He smiled at me as he placed me down. Holding onto me as I straightened up, making sure not to let go as my legs were shaking from the orgasm. He leaned in, lips ghosting my ear. Breath fanning my neck and sending shivers down my spine.

"I'll be there in a few minutes," He whispered, his lips kissing my cheek before pulling back to smile at me. He seemed so innocent and sincere. I gulped, nodding softly as he grinned. He kissed me again before stepping back. Opening the door for me and slapping my ass while I walked out. I giggled to myself as he closed the door behind me.

I practically ran to my room, anticipation riding my skin.

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