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agirlwithdemonblood · 1 year

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May I please request a Jensen x reader where she has a boyfriend and he’s abusive not physically just mentally and in result of that she’s really quiet and shy on set, like for example she sits by herself at lunch. Everyone tries to break her out of her shell not knowing what’s going on especially Jensen cause he has a crush on her. One day he invites her to watch a movie in his trailer and she agrees but then her bf shows up and becomes physical and Jensen breaks it up? They end up together 🥰

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Pairings: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Mean boyfriend, mental abuse, bullying, swearing, verbal assault, physical assault.

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A/N: I put a little spin on it, included time stamps I hope you like it!! Thank you for the request and the support. ❤️❤️

Jensen watched in anguish as you walked by him, a light "Hello." leaving your lips, but that was it. Again.

For the past two weeks, its been getting worse. Your usual "Good morning Jensen!" was replaced with "Good morning." to "Morning." and finally to "Hello." He didn't understand what he did or why this was happening.

It wasn't just the morning greetings either, you were pulling away fully. You stopped popping into his trailer at random times of the day. You stopped eating in the tent with all the others. You stopped inviting them out for drinks, you stopped communicating with Jensen and it tore him apart.

He's only known you a matter of five months now but he couldn't stop thinking about you. The day he met you was stuck on repeat in his mind.

-5 months ago-

"Everybody, I'd like to welcome the new cast member of supernatural, Y/N L/N. She will be playing Morgan and she will be here for a while so get to know her now."

You stood shyly behind the director, lifting your small hand to wave hi, and as soon as your eyes met his, you froze, a bright and nervous smile appearing on both of your faces.

Everybody introduced themselves before heading to the tent, leaving you and Jensen standing alone, awkwardly, in the room. His eyes never left yours. Yours never left his.

Finally after what felt like forever, you walked up to him. He smiled and stepped closer, holding out his hand. He was about to introduce himself before you held up your hand, a smug look on your face.

"Don't need to introduce yourself, I know exactly who you are."

He smirked and nodded, crossing his arms to let you continue.

You leaned closer as if you were telling a secret and placed your hand on his shoulder. "Your name is Dean Winchester, your an Aquarius and you enjoy sunsets, long walks on the beach and frisky women."

He froze, pulling back to stare at the comically huge smile on your face before you burst into laughter. He quickly joined, shaking his head at you. He knew right than and there, he liked you.

Since that day, his thoughts revolved around you. He couldn't help it. He thought you were the most beautiful girl he has ever laid eyes on, your humor matched his, you went out of your way to show respect and kindness to everybody around you and you two were inseparable.

He had it hard for you, but he missed his chance.

--Two months ago--

The daisy in his hand flopped over, but he didn't mind. He knew you would love it either way. You never really wore anything with flowers, but when you did-daisies. He found out that you loved them. You loved how simple yet beautiful they were. Like they didn't need to try, they were just naturally gorgeous. Just like you.

He walked across the set, catching your eye. You smiled and rushed forward, eyeing the daisy in his hand. "Is that for me?"

He smiled and nodded, leaning closer to place the flower in your hair. You touched it gently and stepped closer to give him a hug. It was the last one you've given him since that day.

"Hey Y/N, I was wondering if you wanted to go get a drink, maybe we could talk."

You frowned and let him go, "Damn, I have a date tonight or I totally would."

He froze, embarrassment and nervousness flooding him, of course you had a date, look at you. He couldn't be jealous or angry, he had three damn months to make a move but he never did. Until today, and it was too late.

You stepped closer, concern in your eyes. "I can cancel Jensen, it's totally fine."

He shook his head and plastered on the best fake smile he could. "Nono don't be silly. You go. I'll see you tomorrow."

Your eyebrows lifted in uncertainty, staring at him for a moment longer to try and read his mood. Something was off, you knew that. "Are you sure?"

He smiled and nodded, wrapping his arm around your shoulder to walk you to your car. "Yeah, more than sure. Good luck on your date, let me know how it goes."

You finally smiled and nodded, sitting in your car before rolling down the window. "Thanks Jensen, I'll see you tomorrow."

A week after that, he was finally introduced to your new boyfriend. Kyle. Ugh. Even the name made him angry.

He didn't know why, but he didn't like that guy. There was something about him that made him uneasy. Maybe it was the fact that every time he came by, he noticed your smile lessen and your shoulders lower. Or maybe its because when he met him for the first time, all he did was look Jensen up and down before smiling smugly.

Like he knew jensen had a crush on you, and he was showing off that he’s the one who landed you. He didn't like him. At all.

--Present Day--

And now, here we are.

Jensen kept up his efforts to be your friend, trying to control the thoughts about you, trying to remind himself that you and him are friends and that was all. It hurt a lot more than he wanted to admit, seeing you with him made something bubble underneath his skin. But he loved you enough to hold back and be there as much as he could.

It seemed like you didn't want him there anymore though, and it killed him. But he knew it wasn't just him. Everybody has noticed the change. You used to come in with a huge smile on your face, even in the early hours like 5:00 am shoots, nobody knew how you did it. You were always the one to bring the energy and positive vibes, lately you were like a ghost of a person. Quiet, shy, reserved.

Sad. You seemed sad.

He wanted to ask you, he was going to ask you but he was worried that you might tell him it's none of his business. He figured you would have told him eventually, but you never did and it got worse.

A long day of shooting was finally over with. He noticed the way you acted on stage compared to off camera, you were a really talented actor. In the happy scenes, you seemed genually happy. As soon as the director called cut, the smile disapeered.

He had enough, he knew something was wrong and he needed you to know he was here for you. Tonight, he would figure it out.

You walked back to your trailer to call it a night, jumping nearly out of your skin when Jensen's hand rested on your shoulder. He held his hands up in defense and chuckled, "Sorry! Just me."

You laughed lightly and turned to face him, a plastered smile appearing. "What's up."

"What's your plans for tonight?"

You frowned and checked the time. It was later than you thought. Kyle was going to hate that. He hated when you came home late, waking him up, messing up his sleep.

You frowned and lifted your head, "Not sure, probably just go home."

He shook his head and grabbed your hand, "Nah, want to go watch a movie together?"

You stood in your spot, eyes falling to the floor. Yes, you knew you were pushing Jensen away and you really did not want to. But things with Kyle were... complicated.

It started out amazing, one date turned into multiple, soon you two were exclusivly seeing eachother, and than he basically moved into your apartment with you. It was good.

Until you noticed little things change. His attitude getting rougher. His tone unimpressed. His distance. He barely touched you unless he wanted sex. You brushed it off, thinking it was just a rough patch.

Except it got worse without you realizing. His words became aggressive. His comments pushing you further and further down.

When you'd come home late after shooting, or being at the bar, he would yell. Scream. Sometimes if he was angry enough and could smell alcohol on your breathe, he would throw things.

He has never laid a hand on you, but the pain of hearing the man you have feelings for tell you that you are a shit actress and will never go anywhere, telling you that you are the ugliest celebrity he has ever met, wishing he never met you, convincing you that if you left, you'd be alone, that shit hurt more than anything. You would have rathered him used his fists, instead of breaking your spirit.

A hand waving in your face brought you back to reality, jumping slightly. "Earth to Y/N, where'd you go honey?"

"Oh, sorry. Um... I don't know Jensen it's pretty late."

He frowned and nodded before turning to leave, but you couldn't do it. You hated seeing him sad and either way, your going to get yelled at for staying out. You can't avoid that.

"Wait!" You yelled, watching him turn and walk back towards you. "Let's do it."

He sighed and shook his head, "You don't need to say yes just bec-"

"I want to." You interrupted, a genuine smile on your face. Jensen smiled back and waved towards your trailer, letting you lead the way.

You led Jensen to your trailer, opening the door to allow him to step inside. His eyes were following you again. Noticing that you seemed a little better, a little pep in your step and he knew it was because you two haven’t spent alone time together in… god knows how long.

As much as he tried to remind himself that you two were just friends and nothing more, he couldn't help but stare at you with the same admiration he has had since day one.

He cleared his throat before sitting on the couch, waiting patiently as you pulled out your phone, typed something and than set it down. You grabbed two bottles of beer from the fridge and brought it over. He accepted with a grateful smile, and you two fell right back into the friendship you used to have.

Laughter filling the trailer as you two argued over what movies were better, down to what scenes you thought were a little too extra, and than making fun of Jared, again. All in light fun of course.

You two totally forgot that you were even supposed to watch a movie together, you forgot what time it was, until a pounding at your trailer door scared the life out of you.

Standing from your spot, you glanced towards Jensen who was staring back in confusion. You opened the door and every part of you stilled when your eyes locked on Kyle. He looked pissed, tired and frustrated. If looks could kill, you would have definatly been 6ft under by now.

"K-Kyle! Hey babe. What are you doing here?" You attempted to keep the shake out of your voice.

His eyes glanced behind you and caught Jensen's gaze. He plastered a fake smile and stepped up the trailer's stairs. "Hey man. How are you doing?" He questioned.

Jensen's eyes glanced from your boyfriend to you, immedinatly taking in the way your hands slightly trembled and the glazed look in your eyes. You were scared, and he didn't know of what, yet.

He stood from his spot, holding his beer tightly in his fist. "Good good, we were just having a little movie night.”

Kyle didn’t move. He didn’t speak. He just glared at Jensen. Jensen did the same. Kept his gaze firm. You could cut the damn tension with a knife.

Finally, Kyle made the first move, his hand moving to yours, a smirk playing at his lips. He looked friendly, unharming but his eyes told you everything. You were in trouble. “Can I speak to you outside for a min baby?”

You turned towards Jensen and smiled awkwardly, “Give me a miniute?”

Jensen nodded and stayed standing, watching you leave, watching Kyle shut the door a little too hard for his comfortability. He wanted to do the respectful thing and give your space, but he was worried. There was something unsettling about the way Kyle was acting and he knew you were not okay.

He moved to the door, listening the best he could but most of it was jumbled, only some words coming in and out.

“…..3:00 am! …. Kidding me? ….Stupid!”

His jaw clenched as he listened to Kyle’s voice get louder and more angry. He hated that he was yelling at you. He hated that just because you were out with a friend, he felt the right to come here and pull you out, ruining your night. And finally he knew what was wrong.

This wasn’t the first time Kyle had acted like this. He could hear you apologizing and he cringed. You should never have to apologize, he thought.

The sounds of light crying shattered his heart and he fought against every fibre in his body not to walk out there and deck the guy. He knew he couldn’t let his feelings get in the way of yours. But things got drastic fast and he knew he needed to do something.

Kyle, very loudly screamed at you. “You think you can get anybody else but me? You should be fucking lucky I chose you, you ugly fucking bitch.”

Jensens eyes widened and he rushed towards the door, a loud smack echoing right outside the door before he opened it.

The trailer door slammed open and you nearly jumped out of your skin, your eyes quickly focusing on Jensen. He looked more angry than Kyle, and it scared you a bit.

Jensens gaze shifted to you, anger filling him when he noticed how you were pressed against the trailer, tears staining your cheeks and filled in your eyes, your face was red but only one side. He knew what that sound was.

He stepped down the stairs towards Kyle, instantly face to face with the guy. “Did you just fucking hit her?” He spit out angrily.

“Yo why don’t you go inside and let us finish our conversation.” Kyle spit, smirking at Jensen.

It took everything inside him not to punch him out right here, but he knew that wouldn’t help anything. Jensen turned towards you, his feautures softening a little. “You alright?” You nodded and bit your lip to push back the sob threatening to escape.

Jensen turned back towards Kyle and crossed his arms, standing in place. Refusing to back down. “I think you should go man.”

Kyle laughed loudly and shook his head, “Okay. C’mon Y/N.”

Before Jensen could speak, Kyle was already in front of you, aggressively pulling your arm towards him to the point where you nearly fell right on your face.

Jensen rushed forward and stepped an inch from Kyles face, eyes shooting daggers at him. “Let. Her. Go.” He spoke through gritted teeth.

Kyle pulled your arm harder causing you to whimper in pain, he pulled you to his chest and held you there. “You don’t tell me what to do. She’s my girl, not yours. Y/N let’s go.”

You stared at Jensen in desperation and fear, Kyle had never put hands on you before but now that he has, you could finally see how much danger you really were in.

When his eyes met yours, he knew that he needed to protect you at all costs. He knew that stepping in wasn’t a choice anymore, it was his responsibility. You were practically begging him to.

Jensen rushed forward and pushed Kyle, hard, on the ground. Successfully breaking your arm free from his grip. You grabbed your arm and rushed behind Jensen, his hand instantly wrapping around to hold you behind him.

Kyle jumped up and got in Jensens face, anger seeping through so visibly that it scared the hell out of you. “Back the fuck off man, Y/N last warning let’s go now.”

“She’s not going anywhere with you.”

Kyle stared at you hiding behind Jensen and laughed, “You seriously want to do this? End our relationship? Your a piece of fucking garbage nobody’s ever going to love you.”

You frowned and rested your head against Jensens back, feeling his hand press you closer like he was trying to reassure you that it would be okay.

Jensen shook his head and an angry smile appeared on his face, “Dude, you better leave now.”

Kyle smirked and stepped closer, “Or what? You gonna hit me? Do it.”

Jensen felt you tremble and he bit his lip, moving his hand to rub your back gently. “Leave.”

Kyle chuckled angrily and shook his head, “You think I don’t see what’s happening? Your only protecting her because you want to get into her pants. But trust me, she gives it way too easily and she’s not even good.”

That was it. The moment that Jensen couldn’t fight it anymore. He pushed you gently back and stepped forward, clocking Kyle square in the jaw.

Kyle flew to the ground, back hitting the cement with a sickening thud. His mouth was bloody and he looked pissed enough to kill and it scared the shit out of you. He stood from his spot and made eye contact with you pressed against the trailer. He walked closer and pointed straight in your face.

“You are a fucking cunt Y/N, thank god this is over and I don’t have to pretend I loved you anymore. Your nothing.”

You flinched at the words and shoved your head to the ground. Kyle spit on the cement before he glared at Jensen, and making his leave.

As soon as Jensen saw him leave the area, he sighed in relief. He turned to face you, his eyes widening and lowering when he saw you huddled on the ground, head on your knees.

You were shaking and your breathing was shallow. You were crying. Breaking down.

His heart broke at the sight, fighting off his own tears as he rushed forward, hand on your back and arm. “Hey he’s gone it’s okay.”

You shook your head and sob after sob came rushing out, bursting through you like a tsunami. Jensen panicked and picked you up, rushing inside the trailer and placed you on the couch.

His hands never left your back, his mouth leaned close to your ear to coach you through this. He knew you needed time and he would spend every miniute here comforting you if he had to.

Your sobs started slowing and your breathing was returning to normal, causing Jensen to release a deep breath he didn’t know he was holding. “You okay honey? Look at me.”

You shook your head and turned away, “I don’t want you to see me like this.”

He smiled sadly as his finger came to your chin, turning you towards him. His eyes glanced at the bright red mark on your face causing him to cringe. He wished Kyle would come back just so he could hit him one more damn time.

“I don’t see anything wrong with who you are honey. Your upset, I understand. I’m not going to let you do this alone.”

You laughed sadly and shook your head free from his grip. “You don’t have to do that.”

“Do what?” He stared back in confusion.

“Pretend you care.”

He froze and he felt like you stabbed him in the heart, why would you ever think he didn’t care about you?

You saw the hesitation to speak and you felt bad, but your mind was convincing you that it was true. The damage Kyle did on your brain was immense, but you couldn’t fix it.

“Jensen… Kyle wasn’t being untruthful. Not all the time. I am not a good actress, and-“

He leaned closer before you could go on, his hand coming up to your cheek. “Stop. Don’t do that. Kyle wasn’t truthful about anything. He didn’t know anything. Your an amazing actress, you are an amazing person. And there’s so many people out there who would love you.”

You laughed under your breath and shook your head. “Oh yeah, because they are just lining up to be with me. I’ve only been with one other man since Kyle. Nobody is interested in me, he is right.”

He stared deep in your eyes and frowned, you really believed it. If he could just show you how much he adored and loved you, it would be hardcore proof that you were too amazing to let go. His eyes lowered to your lips before he made his choice.

He leaned in slowly, hearing your breathing hitch but you didn’t back away. He hesitated, his heart pounding out of his chest. He was suddenly so nervous and so anxious. He’s been wanting to do this since he met you, he wanted it to be perfect.

He was scared, freezing between wanting to kiss you and not wanting to traumatize you or take advantage of a vulnerable girl. He didn’t know what to do. His lip shook in nervousness, his hand on your cheek trembling slightly.

You smiled shyly, taking in his condition. It was adorable seeing him so shy, so flustered. And it all became clear. Jensen really did like you. You noticed all the things he would say and do, and it made sense.

Without hesitation, you moved your head and stared into his eyes, seeing the love filled beneath them. You smiled and dipped forwards, your lips catching his in the best first kiss you could ever ask for.

He gasped in surprise before his hand moved to the back of your head, deepening the kiss as much as he could. Kissing Jensen unlocked something inside of you, something you didn’t know was there. You felt love, real love. And safe.

Jensen broke the kiss, resting his forehead against yours, a bright smile on his lips. “Wow.”

You giggled and lifted your head, “Yeah, wow. Jesus Jensen, what were you waiting for?”

He frowned and shook his head, “The right moment I guess, a sign that you were into me.”

You laughed lightly, “Jensen, I have been into you since day 1. Since you laughed at my stupid intro about quoting Dean Winchester. I’ve liked you since than and never stopped but you never made a move.”

He shook his head at himself, if he knew that you had feelings for him, he would have acted sooner but he had no idea. He didn’t want to move too fast and scare you. He didn’t want to mess things up for the show, he loved working with you.

Suddenly, it clued in. Daisies. He tried, he really did. You frowned and pushed your head down, Jensens eyes worriedly staring back at you.

“Daisies.” You whispered, shaking your head.

He smiled and leaned closer, “Yup, Daisies.”

“I should have cancelled. I should have stayed.”

He shook his head, “No, I think this is how it needed to happen. I think we know eachother way better now, and feelings are stronger.”

You smiled and nodded, leaning close to kiss his lips. You could feel him smiling into the kiss and everything inside of you melted. “Thank you for choosing me.” You whispered

He pushed another kiss before his hands moved to your cheeks. “I’ll always choose you Y/N.”

Thank you for reading I hope you liked it ❤️

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novafics · 10 months

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l Patching Up l

Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Talk of death.

Summary: Patching up

Word Count: 445

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Waiting for the boys to get back was always nerve wracking, you would always tag along to the hunts with Sam and Dean, you being more there for the info you know rather than to help physically with the hunt but that is the way you prefer it, you feel like an important part of the team while also being kept safe back at the motel, something that Dean really liked about this whole arrangement. When you first got together 2 years ago his biggest fear was that you were going to get hurt or even worse that he could lose you altogether, but you being in the motel gave him peace of mind.

Whenever the boys left to catch whatever they were hunting always left you on edge, you frequently had nightmares about Sam coming back alone and having to break the news to you that Dean was gone, always leaving you waking up heaving for breath and reaching for Dean who was always there to quell the fear racing through you.

You were currently curled up in your and Deans shared bed waiting for the two to return. To help with your nerves you were dressed head to toe in Deans clothes, the lingering smell of his cologne helping you immensely.

You weren't lying there for long before both boys returned, Dean looking a little worse for wear but not as bad as you had seen him in the past. Noting that both boys were fine and that the hunt was in fact over you released a breath you didn't even know you were holding knowing now that you or Dean were not in danger and everyone was safe and ok.

“Come on you, let's get you cleaned up” you announced to Dean practically dragging him into the bathroom with you so that you could clean him up. “Yes ma’am” he replied with a grin on his face, you cleaning him up quickly became his favourite part of every hunt, you taking care of him was always something that brought joy to Dean knowing he always had this much love to come back to.

After sitting him down and cleaning up every cut and scrape he had accumulated you noticed how dirty his clothes actually were. “Take these off and i'll get you some clean ones baby” you told him “if you wanted me naked darling all you had to do was ask '' he replied to you with the biggest grin on his face pulling his shirt from his body. That had you smiling without even thinking. You loved this man, Dirty mind and all, and you wouldn't change anything for the world.

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spnwriterreincarnate · 1 year

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Virgin!Reader Part 2

Summary: You've got two days to lose your virginity, one man that seems too excited to find you a lover, the other ready to stop you at every turn. What on Earth will you do?

Part One

Just two hours ago the voice of an ancient god started rattling around your head. Two hours ago you found out you would die in two days if you didn’t lose the V-card. No pressure.

“We need to go right now,” Sam was saying, pacing from one end of the room to the next, his hand constantly running through his hair. “You’re pretty, it’ll be easy to find someone to sleep with you!”

“Let’s not rush,” Dean ground out. Unlike Sam, he stayed in one spot, arms crossed, watching his brother pace from one side of the room to the next, eyes dark. “We’ve got forty-eight hours. We can come up with a real plan. Get out of town, bunker down in Bobby’s panic room-“

“This is a god, Dean, not some ghost or demon. We don’t know how powerful this thing is! I don’t think salt is gonna stop a god.”

Sam and Dean kept arguing, Sam in a rush to get you laid, Dean practically wanting to throw you in a nunnery.

“I agree with Sam,” you finally spoke up, stopping the men dead in their tracks. Sam finally stopped pacing and Dean turned his glare onto you. “It’ll kill the god, we don’t know if running away will help. Let’s just go to the nearest bar and I’ll pick someone.” You were defeated at this rate, there was nothing you could do, your only options were to get laid or die.

“Y/N-“ Dean started, shaking his head.

“No Dean. It’s the only option.” His insistence that you not sleep with someone hurt. You always had a soft spot for Dean, sure, you drove each other crazy, but there was love there. Maybe even a little bit more than the friendly, sister-like love you reserved for Sam. But obviously it was one-sided.

“Do you even know what you’d be doing?”

“I’m not a nun! I’ve made out with men, we just never got to the bedroom.”

“Your first time should be good. Those guys won’t know what you want if you don’t.” What was Dean’s problem?

“Dean!” You shouted, face turning red. “I’ve… I mean I have… I know what I like,” you finally finished.

Dean’s eyes were dark and his jaw was set. It would’ve taken a crane to move him, let alone get him to drive you to a bar.

“Dean, don’t be a douche,” Sam finally joined the fight, and on your side! “We may have two days, but who knows what having the god in her head is gonna be like. We need to get her laid and now.”

“Dean,” you pulled in a shaky breath, “this is my life. I’m not risking it because I need an orgasm my first time.”

And then he crumbled. Without so much as a word, he stomped out of the motel and slid into the impala, slamming the door behind him.

Y/N… it was the damn voice again. It almost sounded louder than last time. But at the moment you had bigger fish to fry than the god in your head.

It was a quick, tense drive to the bar. As you walked in, you tried to hide the look of distaste that threatened to come over your features. It was a dirty, smoke-filled bar. Despite it being four in the afternoon at least four different men were drunk.

Dean walked straight to the bar, leaving you and Sam to find a table. “I’ll get the table, you get me five shots of something strong,” you told Sam, pushing him towards the bar.

You’d flirted with men before, hell you’d flirted with monsters before too! But this was different. This was flirting for your life. Flirting to get a man to sleep with you. And boooooy were there slim pickings.

Sam made his way to your table, carefully carrying a tray of shots and liquor. “Tequila,” he said to you, setting the tray down, “and a jack and coke.”

You nodded and solemnly picked up a shot glass. “To not dying,” you cheersed, clinking your glass to his and tossing it back. You shivered at the taste, but quickly took two more shots. A small groan fell past your lips, but you just grabbed your jack and coke.

“Woah woah!” Sam said, grabbing your hand. “Slow it down. At this rate it’ll be illegal if anyone sleeps with you.”

Liquid courage was already settling in, and suddenly the men in the bar didn’t seem so hopeless. “Sure thing, Sammy.”

You and Sam sat back, drank, and surveyed your options. “That one?” You asked, tipping your glass towards a man at the bar.

“No,” Sam scoffed. “He’s like fifty and miss teeth.”

“Oh.” You looked at the man for a moment, head tilted. “Maybe all those shots was a mistake.”

“Ya think?”

“I’m gonna get a water,” you decided, getting up from the table and making your way to the bar top. You gripped it right, helping you stay up straight and not topple over.

“Jesus, sweetheart,” Dean muttered, apparently next to you.

“Dean,” you groaned, now throwing your arms onto him to steady you. Much better than a bar top. “There’s nobody here to bone.”

“Maybe we should’ve listened to my plan after all,” Dean said, turning slightly in his seat to look at you.

“Dean, my way will take out the god. No more people die!” One of Dean’s hands settled on your waist, stopping you from swaying any more.

“I’m just worried,” he finally admitted, eyes on you.

Your drunken mind couldn’t come up with a response.

Y/N… so beautiful. A deep voice rumbled through your head, making you squint your face in confusion.

“Did you say something?” You asked Dean.

“No. Was it Hitzo… whatshisface?”

“Oh! Yeah, probably,” you laughed out loud at your forgetfulness. “I bet he’d bone me. He thinks I’m pretty.” An accomplished smile spread over your features.

“Anybody here would bone you,” Dean sighed, rolling his eyes. “Let’s just go back to the motel. Your not getting anybody like this.”

You were in no state to argue.

It felt like time skipped and suddenly you were at the motel, in bed. “Did I do it?” You mumbled, head heavy on your pillow. “Did I get laid?”

“No, sweetheart, V-card intact,” Dean said, sitting next to you on the bed. “Drink some water.”

You took the glass from him and forced some water down. Too much dribbled down your jaw, but you barely noticed. “Thanks. Nighty night.”

Dean had barely wrapped his hand around the glass, before soft snores were falling through your lips.

***

You felt your dry mouth before you opened your eyes. A groan tore from your lips as you forced yourself to let the motel light into your eyes.

“Mornin’, champ!” Dean called out, making you wince in pain. “Here, got you a breakfast burrito.”

Suddenly something warm and wrapped in greasy paper lanes in front of you. The smell both made you want to vomit and made your mouth water. “Thanks.” You sounded like a man, like a man at death’s door.

The rest of the morning was slow. Sam came back to the motel at some point, apparently having gone out to do some recon.

“I might have found someone for you,” Sam said, setting himself on your bed.

“Jesus Sam, let her wake up,” Dean groused, moving to the other motel bed, creating a little circle so you could all talk.

“We’ve barely got more than twenty four hours,” Sam scoffed, “and I think you’ll be most comfortable with this guy.”

“Oh, sure, super comfortable with a total stranger she’s never met.” Dean’s attitude was pissing you off.

“Just tell me about him, Sam,” you pleaded.

“Okay, well, uh, this guy provides a service for women and part of it can be sex,” Sam had on his analytical voice, but that didn’t hide what he was actually saying.

“A prostitute?” You choked out, eyebrows raised.

“Escort!” Sam quickly corrected you. “And this guy has great reviews and can be here by dinner time. And, get this, he even regularly helps people lose their virginity. So he’s an expert!”

“Well, good try, Sammy, but I think we all know that’s not gonna-“

“Okay,” you interrupted Dean, “let’s set it up.”

“What!” Dean shouted, making you recoil from the loud sound.

“Jesus Dean, volume!”

“How is this a good idea?” He demanded.

“Because I’ve got no other options!” You all but yelled. “I’m hungover and dehydrated and I need to get laid so I don’t die!”

Y/N, join me. Be my Queen…

“And this voice just keeps saying creepy shit to me!” You added.

“Just wait until the hallucinations,” Sam said, oh so unhelpfully.

“Fuck off. Call the escort.”

“This is so stupid,” Dean muttered, standing up and stomping out of the motel room. The slamming of the motel room was a shot through your head.

“What the fuck is his problem?” You were the one about to die. You were the one who had to sleep with some rando. You were the one that had a hangover.

“He’s just being Dean,” Sam assured you, phone to his ear. “Hey! This is-“

And then you tuned him out, rolling over on the bed. It was gonna be a long day.

Eventually you were able to force yourself out of bed and into the shower. You decided to shave, well, everything. By the time you left the bathroom you felt human. Hell, you even felt up for losing your virginity.

“He’s clean, right?” You asked, sitting in the motel with Sam, watching the clock tick down. T minus two hours until escort boy showed up.

“Oh, yeah! Always wraps it up and even sent me a copy of STD tests. I wouldn’t put you in danger.”

“God this is so fucking weird,” you groaned, throwing your head back.

Y/N, you will be my sun and I will be your moon.

“And this fucking god is so weird.” Just as the words left your mouth, you were suddenly no longer in the motel room, but floating through space. You couldn’t feel the motel chair under you, couldn’t hear anything. You were in total blackness, the twinkling starts your own sign that you weren’t dead.

And just as quick as it started, you were back in the motel room, the chilly air causing goosebumps on your skin. “What. The. Fuck.”

“What?” Sam asked.

“I was in space! I was here and then I was floating in space!” You’d jumped off the seat, eyes wide in panic.

“It’s the hallucinations!” Sam assured you, also standing and holding out a calming, steadying hand to you. “They start once you’re down to twenty four hours.”

“Jesus,” you were still breathing heavily, but starting to calm down. “I hope that escort’s early.”

Sam’s phone went off and he quickly answered it. “Dean?” You tried to listen in, but Sam walked away from you, listening intently to whatever Dean was saying. “Are, uh, Are you sure?”

“What?” You whispered, motioning to Sam to put the phone on speaker.

“Okay, yeah. I can do that.” Another pause. “Yeah, now.” And then he hung up.

“What did he say?” You asked, watching as Sam grabbed his jacket and bag. “Where are we going?”

“I’m going to, uh, help Dean with an idea,” he said. “You stay here. Wait for the escort. Call if there’s any issues.”

And then Sam was gone.

“Well fuck me too,” you grumbled, flopping onto the bed.

Nervous energy filled you. Laying on the bed wasn’t an option. You paced back and forth, hands wringing in anxiety. You’d tried on several outfits, but you didn’t exactly keep anything sexy with you on the road. You ended up just settling on jeans and a tank top. No bra. What was the point?

A knock on the door practically made you shout out in surprise. You were more nervous than you’d thought. “Coming!” You called out, wiping your sweaty on hands on your jeans and rushing to the door.

You pulled in a deep breath, and pulled the door open, painting on a bright smile.

That smile was quickly replace with a confused look. “Dean?”

You quickly took in the man standing before, Dean Winchester standing before you. He’d ditched the brown leather jacket or something a bit smarter, a bit more form fitting. He held a bouquet of flowers in one hand and a bottle of whiskey in the other.

“Can I, uh, can I come in?” His uncertainty made you uncertain, but of course you let him in.

“Dean, what’re you-“

“I need to get this out, or else it’s gonna kill me,” he pleaded. “I don’t want you sleeping with a random person, don’t want you sleeping with an escort. I want you to be with someone that cares about you and will take care of you. And I think it should be me.” His eyes finally met yours, a million emotions behind his green eyes. “I want it to be me.”

“Dean, I can’t ask that if you,” you said quietly. “I don’t want to ruin what we have.”

“It wouldn’t,” he assured you, dropping the flowers and whiskey onto the table and standing in front of you. He gently held your hands in his. “I want to save you.”

“I don’t think I would be able to go back,” you whispered, scared that if you spoke too loudly he’d come to his senses. “Once I’ve had you… it’d hurt too much.”

“I’m not asking you to go back.”

You stared at Dean for what felt like minutes, but was only seconds. “Promise?”

“Always,” and then his lips were on yours, soft, warm, needy. That was all it took for you to jump in, to give 100% of yourself to Dean Winchester, the man who made your blood boil and heart race.

And while the excitement of having Dean all to yourself, or knowing he’d still be yours tomorrow, was forthright in your mind, one small fear was screaming in the background.

You were going to lose your virginity to Dean Winchester.

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icecream-and-gadreel · 10 months

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Still Got it

Summary: Dean wants to prove that he's still got it, even after a particularly damaging hunt.

Pairing: middle-aged!DeanxMiddle-aged!reader

Rating: Mature

Warnings: language, blood mention, lightly attempted sexy times, mention of violence

Word count: 900+

A/N: I was laying here thinking "Man, when's the last time I wrote some Deanxreader?" As an original Dean girl turned Gaddy girl, I had to write my wrongs. Here's the song I used in the fic. Enjoy!

Eternity squad: @mrswhozeewhatsis @sheinthatfandom

There's something so special about the sweet, sweet embrace of a bed after a long day. Warm blankets, soft pillowy surface, and –

“Fuck!” you wheeze as your stomach collides with the bed. You turn on your back, biting back a scream before turning onto your side. No relief. No goddamn relief no matter which way you turn. The one good and true constant, that being the comfort of your bed, is ruined because you just HAD to get thrown against a brick wall tonight. You remain stone in your place as the door to your motel opens, listening to the new thump-drag rhythm of Dean's walk. Honestly, it's a wonder his ankle didn't break during his reckless pursuit of the fiend that took a chunk out of your stomach. "So," you begin, grazing your fingers over the floss keeping your stomach wound shut, “That sucked,” you grumble against the pillow. Dean grunts in return, and you look up, watching as he fiddles with the TV.

“I hurt in places that I forgot existed,” he says as he flips through the channels.

“Lay down with me,” you coo, wincing as he turns to you. It's hard to say who got the worst of it. Yes, you're fucked up in your own right, but seeing just how messed up your boyfriend's face is makes your blood boil.

“What?” he asks, gesturing to himself. “Can't stand my ugly face?"

"Not ugly just...bloody," you say, clenching your teeth.

“So I'm still hot?” he asks. You cock an eyebrow, slowly turning onto your back.

“They'd have to hack your face off with a cleaver to ruin that handsome mug,” you say, closing your eyes.

“Your horrifying compliments always get me goin',” he says, wiggling his eyebrows. He flips through a few more channels before finally landing on a channel playing old music. “You know what? Prove it.”

“Huh?” You cock an eyebrow, watching as he slowly begins rocking back and forth. He unbuttons his pants, swaying his hips as he pulls them down his thighs. When he bends a bit too far, he lets out a pained wheeze, quickly kicking out of his pants.

“Show me just how hot I am,” he says through clenched teeth. You stifle your laughter as he slowly raises back to his full height with your eyes trained on his muscle-clad legs. Even after getting flung around like a rag doll, the man is gorgeous.

C'mon and hold me

Just like you told me

You watch as Dean shimmies his shoulders, rolling your eyes as he passes you. He limps every step of the way, a hint of a wince crossing his face every time he puts weight on his foot.

Then show me

What I want to know

Sucking in a deep breath, you lean up on wobbling arms, trying to hide your pained groan with a giggle. Your back throbs rhythmically, a gentle reminder of your bout with that damn vamp only hours ago. As Dean pulls his top off, you come back to the moment. You whistle, clapping your hands as he twirls the shirt over his head. “Wooo shake it!” you howl, gaining a wide grin from your boyfriend. He begins crawling up the bed, wincing as he rests an arm by the side of your head. Long scrapes coat his arms, different shades of purple and blue lining them “Come here baby,” you say, voice a near whisper.

Why don't we steal away

Into the night

He begins slowly lowering down, the fatigue in his arms taking away any chance of him holding his own weight. In a split second, he's collapsing on you. The screams and groans coming from you both are sure to get neighbors complaining. Quickly, you push him off of you, and he rolls to the side, curling into himself with a stifled groan.

“I'm startin' to think I lost my mojo,” he says, chuckling breathlessly.

“Or we're getting too old to keep having our asses kicked,” you retort, gaining a look of faux shock in return.

“I'm aging just as good as Baby,” he grumbles, turning to you and pressing a kiss against your lips. He jerks his head away from you with a hiss, holding a hand over his split lip. “Almost as good," he adds in a whisper.

“We just gotta buff out the dents,” you say, hand grazing over his cheek.

“You can't get enough of insulting the love of your life, can you?” he grumbles. Though you try, you can't stop the laughter from coming. He smiles in return, scooting closer to you with a huff. "Maybe I'll let Sammy go solo next time --" He buries his head in the crook of your shoulder -- "He's still young and spry," he adds groggily.

"Hate to break it to you, but those luscious locks are starting to grey out," you say, rubbing a hand over Dean's shoulder. "So, maybe we all slow down a bit. Let the youngins do the leg work," you say. After a few moments of silence, you look down, a content smile spreading across your face. Dean's breathing slows, his body slumping against yours as sleep overtakes him. Though the weight of him on your shoulder makes your muscles scream for relief, you decide not to move him.

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darkwinchesters · 1 year

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Faded Love

dean x reader

Authors Note; just a little bit of Dean being a dad cause it’s adorable and some angst cause who doesn’t love some angst?

Warning: angst, kinda bits of smut? Not sure it would be considered smut. deanxreader. daddeanxmomreader

“Y/N, you are going to be hella drunk!” Sam exclaimed, as you threw back another shot of whiskey. You watched as the elder Winchester sauntered over, a paper in his hand. He smacked it onto the table, uncovering an 10 digit number. With a name signed below.

“I guess I got plans” He announced. Undoubtedly, proud of winning yet another girl’s number. The countless amount of women who fell intoxicated by the older Winchester’s allure was ridiculous, you looked up to see Dean still going on about his lustful encounter.

You hastily averted your gazes as he caught you staring at him for a bit longer than you should've been.

“Well, I reckon I should get going. Don’t wait up for me.” He flashed a massive grin, before patting you on your shoulder as he prowled towards the blonde girl who had lent her number to him. “You like him.” That was when you became conscious of the other Winchester, who was sitting back and interpreting your body language. “Uh, no, Sam…You do know Dean is 15 years older than me, he is basically like an older brother to me.” You defensively reply, causing a scoff from the younger brother.

“Y/N, you're 22. There's nothing wrong with that, and I can see the way you look at him.”

Dean was flirting his ass off with the young woman, you cross your arms in front of your chest.

“You feel uncomfortable when Dean flirts with women right?” Sam questions, well it was more of a rhetorical question. You both knew the answer. You did. It made your skin crawl, you ignored the feeling, hoping it would disappear.

This was the first time you thought about it, did you develop romantic feelings for Dean Winchester? You instantly shook your head, not wanting to acknowledge what Sam and your mind knew.

_____________

Stepping into the motel, Sam wobbled against the wall trying to balance himself as his slender, figure searched for his bed.

“Ironic how it was you who ended up becoming more drunker than me?”

“Y/N, very funny-“ before he could finish the sentence, his face hit the pillow as he soon started snoring.

“How can one sleep so quick?” You grumbled as you trudged into the bathroom to change into your PJs.

_____________

The fluorescent moonlight shone through the curtains as you made out a thud of boots on the motel floor. Your hand instantly searches for the knife under the bed. “Y/N? You awake?” His voice had the familiar deep tone but with a whiff of uncertainty.

“Thought you were with your latest fling” You sat up to lay against the headboard, as you could hear Dean shuffle closer to your bed. Your eyes slammed shut as you recalled your conversation with Sam. It wasn’t true. You knew you couldn’t let it effect your relationship with Dean.

“Uh, no. I needed to just...clear my head.” He confided, ever so quietly.

“What’s wrong?” You couldn’t see his expression as the room was pitch dark, besides the faint glimmer of moonlight on the corners of the curtain, outlining his silhouette.

“I am tired of this. I see kids with their parents then I see our lives, me and Sam’s. Why did we not deserve a childhood?“ He sighed. You could feel one side of your bed go downward, as you presumed he sat down.

“Our child hood shapes us into becoming the person we are today and maybe Sam is doing alright, but what have I done? I am the same person who ruined Sam’s chance of a normal life.”

Your vision adjusted to the dreary darkness, as you were able to snag a glimpse of his facial details. “Hell No, Sam is the amazing person he is today because of you. Not because of your parents. You had to be both your Mom and Dad for Sam. I think that shows how well you did in your life. You took care of your baby brother.”

He exhales. “I’ve been doing the exact same thing since years ago. I haven’t changed, huh?”

“Well, besides the whole stopping the apocalypse, the darkness and saving peoples lives on daily basis? No, you haven’t but why would you want to? You’re a hero in many peoples eyes, Dean. Sam, Cas, me…I could go on.” While rambling on you had overlooked the way his eyes bore into you.

“What?” Your head tilted to the side, as you paused for a response.

“Shit, sorry for rambling on…” You cover your face in embarrassment.

“No-“ He removed your hands from your face, as he stroked your cheeks as lust-filled you both to the brim.

His Eden green eyes were now inches away, the small specks of various shades of green was more visible, you could also spot the tiny freckles scattered over his nose like a constellation in the sky, as if on cue you bit your lower lip as his jade eyes drop to your lips as he raised an eyebrow.

Before you could come to terms with everything, his lips crashed onto yours as the scorching heat between your legs evolved into an inferno. You parted your lips, deeming him entrance.

“I can’t-“ He stands up, trying to create distance between you and him. You both notice Sam stir in his sleep, Dean gestures you to follow him out of the Motel.

He shut the Motel door as he walked to the impala.

“I can’t, Y/n.” He was holding a beer bottle, he had probably got it from in the motel just now.

He took a sip letting it roll down his throat. You could see the conflict across his face, the way his jaw tightened. His eyes shut, avoiding looking at you.

“I don’t get you. You kissed me. I-“ You were confused, your mind was saying no yet your body told you otherwise. This feeling residing in you was always there. It just got awaken. You had the urge to taste him, let him touch you everywhere. Yet, you couldn’t. You didn’t know what was happening.

“Y/n, the 15 year age gap says other wise.” He takes another sip of beer, now his eyes focused on you. The desperation visible.

“Whatever, you know- screw you!” You snap as you walk back to the motel, the tears streaming down your cheeks.

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The next few days went by, you and Dean pretended as if everything was normal. It was like that night never occurred.

It didn’t last though. One night, you were looking into the police database. Sam was visiting the family of the victim, while Dean was at the bar yet again.

“This is going to be the death of me.” You say to yourself as you hear a sound of keys clattering, the room door swung open.

“Hey.” The older Winchester nods, as he walks towards you.

“How’s the research going?” He asks.

“You know, usual…” You state bluntly.

“I saw Sam, the waitress seemed like she was going to take him home.”

“Oh, okay.” You release a sharp breath. ‘It’ll be fine, it’s not like you haven’t been in a room alone with Dean before.’ Yet, your mind was running with thoughts which could take place. Which you craved to take place.

“You know, a break will not kill you, kiddo” You snap out of your thoughts. ‘Kiddo’ the nickname Dean used when he wanted to remind himself and you, that you were a kid to him.

“Whatever you say…old man.” You bestow a forced smile to the older Winchester, causing a eyeroll from him.

“You know what? I think I’m going to go out.” You stand up, closing your laptop. Dean’s eyes perched up.

“I’ll come with you.” He provides a plastered smile.

“Sure.” You grab your bag as you take it to the bathroom.

A few hours later…

Your hands were against his chest as You felt his heart racing. “You sure you want this?” He murmured, his forehead resting on yours. “Yes” was all you could make out, as your knees buckled. That was enough for him to pick you up, in response your legs soon wrapped around his torso, not breaking from your kiss. He carried you over to his bed, yours was a bit too close to Sam’s. He lay you onto his bed as he proceeded to touch you in places you hadn’t let anyone feel in a while.

“D-dean...” You softly whimpered as you leaned back against the pillow, feeling him go deeper as his hands gripped onto the headboard. He gazed as you covered your mouth to muffle your moans as you both climaxed.

_____________

A week passed, as you and Dean did not bring up what transpired that evening. The day after, he had brought you to your bed. You were hurt that you were merely a one night stand to him, you often get attached to men you shared your body with so quickly. Perks of having an oddly normal childhood for a hunter.

You and the boys had just finished a hunt when you arrived at the motel. The boys decided to buy some takeout, you were too exhausted from the hunt, and agreed to wait at the Motel.

As you walked into the dingy motel, you quickly scampered to the bathroom. Grabbing two small boxes from your coat pocket.

_____________

“Ok, it’s time” you gulped as you glanced at the pregnancy tests laying on the bathroom sink.

Positive. Your body froze as you struggled to take a deep breath only resulting in your breath stutter as tears trickled down your cheeks. “No, no-“

The sound of the motel door open, caused you to flinch. You listened to the boy's footsteps as they were conversing with one another.

“Y/N! We got food!” Dean shouted.

“I am just going to clean up and get changed and I’ll be out!” You retorted, the bathroom door was the only object between you and the father of your unborn child.

“Okay”

“If Garth can have a normal life, don’t you think we could” You could hear the subtle inkling of hope in Sam’s voice as he implored, idly anticipating for his brother’s response.

“We are different. Normal will never be in our picture and strangely enough, I am okay with it now.”

“But, Dean. Don’t you ever wonder, what if we have kids…”

Before Sam could finish his sentence, Dean stopped him.

“No. Frankly, I don’t want kids. It’s better with no kids.”

The tears you’ve been holding back, streamed down your face as you couldn’t hear what they were saying. By impulse, your hand went to reach for your stomach.

After a while rendering an effort to fix your puffy eyes. You unlocked the bathroom door. The Winchesters were waiting for you as the take out bags were on the far table.

“God, I am starving.” You blurted, making an effort to suppress your distress.

Luckily, you managed to fix your puffy eyes. So, they did not notice.

A few days later, you were at the Motel researching a case, while the boys were talking to a witness. ‘This was it’ you told yourself as you shoved all your clothes into a small bag. You scribbled down a note for the brothers as you scrambled outside with your bus ticket in your pocket.

Hell, you felt guilty for not confessing it to Dean but he was determined about not wanting kids, you couldn’t ruin that for him.

_____________

“Alright, Y/N. Got anything on this-“ His sights landed on the note on your bed. “SAM!”

The younger Winchester came sprinting in as he saw what his brother was gawking at.

“Where is Y/N?” There was a hint of apprehension in Dean’s voice. He did not anticipate her to take off. Why? Was it something he did?

Before he could come to terms with what’s going on, Sam snatched the note and began reading it.

“Sam, Dean. I cannot thank you both enough for showing me a life besides the one I saw in my rose coloured lenses. You both made me who I am and I would be eternally grateful for everything but, the truth is, I have been homesick for a while. I craved to live that everyday life, we hunters constantly envied. Yes, the apple pie one, Dean…”

All Dean could do was smile, urging the tears not to subside.

“…I love you both and I wish you all the best. You’re the greatest hunters in this damn world and don’t ever fucking forget that.”

Clenching onto the note as tight as he could, he felt like it would fly away as you did. Sam, watched as his brother yanked his coat, keys and stormed out. The tears fell down his cheeks, he knew how much Y/N meant to them both. It wasn’t going to be easy to move on, but this was what she wished for.

The only thing Dean did was drive. He drove as far as he could. Attempting to elude the twinge residing in his heart. The deprivation of air he felt when he saw the note on your bed. Yet another person abandoned him. He clutched his phone as he dialled your number, doing a silent prayer that you would pick up.

He didn’t hear your voice on the voicemail, it was apparent you broke your phone. You didn’t want to be found, you chose something new and Sam and he was not enough.

_____________

The rain spattered, as you arrived at your childhood home. You stood at the door as it swung open, your father stood there as he tried to comprehend what was occurring. Your mother was behind him, astounded but she oversaw to run over and wrap her arms around you. Your father broke out of his thoughts, as he enveloped his arms around you. You yearned for your baby’s father to be here however the voice in your head said that he was doing better. You couldn’t tell him. It would be another weight on his shoulders.

_____________

5 months later…

“Y/N? Why did you call for me?”

The Angel in his trench coat stood at your bedroom door as he squinted his eyes beginning to place together what’s going on until you unlocked the bathroom door.

“Cas!” You ran over to him, wrapped your arms around him. It took a minute but he awkwardly wrapped his arms around you.

“You’re pregnant.” His eyes instantly saw the bump.

“It’s Dean’s- I must tell him-“ His eyes grew as realisation hit him. You tugged his arm before he could go.

“Cas, you cannot. Please”

“Why?! He deserves to know, Y/N.” Cas took a step back trying to understand why on earth you did not tell the father of the baby.

“Because he told Sam he did not want a child.”

Your gaze fell to the floor when you eventually listened to the thought which was running through your mind. ‘How could I hide this from him?’ you thought to yourself.

“You have to tell him…” the Angel reached for your shoulder, you felt the tears plunging.

“I will but for now, please don’t tell him.”

Cas reluctantly nodded. He knew this was going to be tough but detecting the state you were in he had to.

“Cas, I want you to be my baby’s Godfather.”

“Godfather?” He offered you a puzzled look resulting in a slight smile flashing across your face.

“Like a Guardian Angel.”

“Well, I am an Angel so this shouldn’t be hard.” You giggled softly as the Angel came to terms with his role but you felt a ping in your chest when you realised someone was missing, someone who would despise you after he discovers the truth or perhaps he would be glad to know he was not entangled in this.

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4 years later….

“Dean?” The younger Winchester snorted as his brother shrugged.

“Look, it’s your loss.” He parked the impala in the school car park as he got out.

“The woman has a child.” Sam flung his hands up.

“You don’t like Moms? They’re hot-“ Dean sneered. Sam waved at the chestnut-haired, woman standing in the front of the school. She was one of the latest witnesses of their current case, her ex-husband was the victim.

“Sam! Dean! Thank you for coming” the woman’s voice became slight quieter when she spoke the elder Winchester’s name impacting a slight coy, smirk to form against his lips.

Sam jabbed him as he proceeded to ask questions to Laura Thompson. “Chase!” he spotted on the corner of his eyes a little boy running past him, playing with Laura’s son, Chase. He turned to look properly as he got a decent glance at the toddler. Dean was asking questions to Laura as he turned to glance at Dean and the boy who ran past him.

It was like a carbon copy of his brother. ‘No’ he dismissed to think of such. His mind was playing with him.

Laura’s eyes diverted to a woman behind both the brothers, as she waved the woman to come towards them.

That’s the moment Dean heard the name the woman uttered inflicting a flashback of every moment he could reminisce.

“Y/N”

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“Y/N?” Dean’s eyes were fused onto the person who walked out of his life. He noticed how mature she had become, her hair was twisted up in a high ponytail. His eyes travelled along the path of her body outline. Her curves were enough to melt the wavy dress she was wearing. His mind becomes slightly hazed by the sight of her, he quickly shifts his gaze to the side, attempting to control his feelings.

“I got to go and drop Chase off at my mother’s I’ll call when I am done!” Laura bestowed a dumbfounded Dean a peck on his cheek as she scurried away, carrying Chase with her.

“I-“ you initiated but catching a glimpse of the gorgeous verdant eyes peering right back at you, was plenty to shatter your soul. While you saw Sam tears crumpling his face. “Why-“ Sam began before his sights lay on the little boy walking towards you. Dean eventually broke from his daze, as he saw the toddler, standing near your leg. “He-“

The toddler squealed “I know you!”

“You're my dad” He focused on Dean as your eyes slammed shut as you realised what was arising.

“Mama has loads of pictures of you, she told me you were a superhero saving peoples lives that’s why I never met you.” Dean’s eyes softened to the toddler looking up at him, he was an indistinguishable copy of Dean. It was like glimpsing into a Mirror. The soft freckles sprinkled on his nose, to the green eyes staring back at him. Then there was the dirty blond hair.

You snapped from your thoughts and crouched down to speak to the toddler, who was still in awe.

“Baby, why don’t you get your ball and we can go home?“

“Will Daddy come?” He whispered in your ears but a little too loud as Dean and Sam heard. “We’ll see” you sought to guide the boy away.

“How could you?” Standing up, you saw the agony in Dean’s eyes as his stare followed the toddler walk towards the ball.

“I am sorry. I know. I should’ve told you and I have no excuse-“ he raised a hand to stop you “No! You took away my son! Why?! Why lie?! Why-“ His eyes shut tight, compelling the tears, not to drop.

“Dean, I overheard you speaking to Sam, describing how you did not want a child and you preferred the hunting life and I couldn’t tell you, I didn’t want me and him to be a burden to you”

“It was my choice, Y/N. It was my fucking choice.” He hissed as the tears were slipping your cheeks.

“He is right, Y/N” Sam spoke as his sights were fixed onto his nephew playing with his ball.

“I want to spend time with my son.” Dean took a breath, avoiding your eyes.

“Of course. Dean- I am so”

“No. I don’t want to hear what you have to say”

He turned to walk towards the impala.

You turned to face Sam. His eyes were puffy and you could discern the suffering, he felt betrayed. Sam was your closest friend, especially during hunts.

“We- we just did not expect this from you.” He sighed as he walked to his brother. You stood as you felt the misery you were holding for 4 years had erupted and it was your fault.

The brothers stepped back as your son wandered towards you.

Sam and Dean entirely ignoring you, kneeled to speak to the toddler.

“What’s your name?” Dean asked, his question was full of heartache.

“John Bobby Winchester” he gleamed proudly.

“But my friends call me Jo!” He noted as Dean chuckled.

“I know Grandpa’s name is John.” Dean gaped at the green-eyed boy who was now his entire world.

His little green orbs looked up to Sam as he smiled. “You’re uncle Sammy!” Sam inhaled as the little boy lent him the biggest smile he could.

“Yeah.” He looked at you, as your arms were wrapped around yourself. You stood a few feet away from both of them avoiding hurting them yet again.

“You taking care of your Mama?” Dean whispered to prevent you from hearing him.

“Yes, but Mama misses you,” Jo whispers back.

Dean nods as he glances at the woman standing away from him, her eyes now puffy. He knew she did mention everything to their son but the despair he felt on the reality that she hid their son and did not utter a word to both him and Sam was why he could not let her in.

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You had agreed to Sam and Dean spending time with Jo at your home. You were down in the kitchen preparing dinner when you were startled by the sound of a voice.

“Y/N, Jo is-” It was Sam. He paused, smiling.

“Amazing.”

Sam laughed softly, the distress in his eyes still there as he drifted towards you.

“I am sorry, Sam. I know, I should’ve told him. I had no right. I messed up.”

You stared into his soft eyes as he nodded.

“I am fine but Dean-“ he looked towards the stairs.

“He is-“ He sighed.

“He has every right.” You murmured.

You heard the sounds of creaking as Dean came down the stairs.

“Can we stay?” He inquired bluntly.

“Of course. I have a spare room.” You replied.

He glimpsed at Sam, clearly lending him a look to go to the other room.

“I am going to check on Jo.” He indicated to the stairs as he walked off, leaving you and Dean to pick up the pieces of your tainted relationship.

“Why-“ That was all he could mutter.

“You told Sam that-“

“Yes, but that does not give you a fucking excuse, Y/N.”

He barked as he seized a step towards you. You felt goosebumps form on your skin.

Regaining your voice, you snapped. “Tell me, if I told you back then you wouldn’t have suggested abortion, Dean. TELL ME THAT.”

“I-“ He sighed.

“Exactly.”

“We can’t have a child due to our life. Do you think our child wouldn’t have a cross on his head?”

“I don’t want to give up on my child.”

“OUR CHILD”

“Look, I don’t want to speak to you regarding shit besides Jo.”

“I don’t want anything to do with you.” You felt your heart decline to the ground. He despised you. ‘What did I do?’ You swallowed as you muttered a sentence you soon regretted. “As if you ever wanted anything to do with me before. I was just a one night stand, which you threw to the side.” He halted in his tracks.

He spun around as you could make out his eyes which were crammed with bitterness, the anguish from before had perished into complete animosity.

“No. I pushed you away because I didn’t want my fucking feelings to blow up our relationship. I don’t know about you but I fucking cared about you until- until I found out you hid my son from me.”

He stalked up the stairs as you slumped to the ground. Everything around you was muffled as you felt the tears splattered onto the floor. You lost the one person who you craved for the past few years and it was your fault.

“Mama…” A soft voice snapped you back to reality.

You turned to see Jo standing with his lips quivering as he saw you cry, clasping onto a tissue extended to you. “Jo, what are you-“ Dean caught sight of the scene. Dismissing Dean, Jo sat next to you as he wiped your tears.

“Mama, don’t cry.” He whimpered as he kissed you on the cheek.

“Sorry, sweetheart. Mama’s just tired.” You wrapped your arms around him as you felt his silent tears fall onto your blouse.

Your sights lay on Dean. He took a breath as he picked his coat and walked out.

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You were settling in your bed when you heard someone stumble up the stairs. ‘Is it Dean?’ You wondered as you put on a hoodie and opened the bedroom door slightly, you noticed the cut on his lower lip and the swollen jaw.

“Dean..” you whispered, your voice prompted him to turn around, gripping onto the stair bannister.

You sighed. “Come here.”

Too drunk to oblige he tumbled into your room. You helped him sit down on your bed as you quickly went down to fetch an ice pack. You cautiously held the ice pack and touched his jaw. His eyes instantly shut, in comfort. With your other hand, you took care of his lower lip. His eyes opened as he watched you.

“I am sorry, Dean.” You trembled as his eyes concentrated on your face. He saw the fatigue in your eyes as you concentrated on his face.

“I can do it.” He took the ice pack from your hand, soon noticing the Superman cartoon on this pack. He smiled thinking back to how Jo adored Superheroes because he always imagined his dad to be one.

You wrapped your arms around yourself as you took a few steps back. “Y/n…” He started but trailed off as he caught sight of your shorts and tank top, you had a hoodie on draping your body. It took him everything not to hold you right then and there but a reminder of what happened, caused him to snap back to reality, “Y/N, I can’t-“

“I get it, don’t worry.” You compelled a smile. He smiled back as he stood up to leave the room.

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You worked as a financial advisor, in a business firm in the city. After you abandoned the hunting life, you eventually graduated while you were pregnant. You knew you couldn’t depend on your parents. Jo deserved the best and that’s what you were going to provide him.

Work finished pretty quickly as you briskly got into your car. It had gotten dark by the time you reached your house.

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“Hello? Anyone awake?”

You tiptoe in as you instantly notice Dean laying on the Sofa as Jo is wrapped around on his chest while Sam was sleeping on the chair.

You chuckle, as your 4-year old’s head pops up.

“Mommy!” His green eyes twinkle in the low accents of the moonlight.

He rises from Dean’s chest as he runs to you causing Dean to wake up.

“Hey, baby. Shouldn’t you be asleep?”

“I wanted to stay with Daddy.”

You smile as he points at Dean who is now fully awake.

“Don’t look at me, it was all you. You wanted to stay awake.”

Jo’s mouth opened like a goldfish as he shook his head furiously causing you to laugh. Dean smiled watching the encounter.

“Alright, I have to take a shower. I’ll be down in a sec. Okay?” Jo nodded tiredly, as you kissed him on the forehead.

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“Jo?” Dean’s eyes widened as he looked around for the 4-year-old. He was nowhere to be seen. He lunged up from the sofa. Rousing Sam up in the process, “Sam! Where is Jo?!”

“He is standing in front of Y/n’s bedroom door.” Sam smiled exhausted.

“What?!” Dean looked up at the stairs discovering his son sitting on the floor in front of Y/N’s room playing with his trucks.

He laughed in relief. ‘Phew,’ he thought.

“What are you doing, Jo?”

“I am standing outside so I can protect Mama if monsters come.” He stood up attempting to act tough, inducing a laugh from Sam.

“I think she can handle herself, bud.”

At that moment, there was a loud thud at the door. Dean glanced at Sam.

“Jo, get into the room and stay with your Mom.”

“Why?”

“I can’t explain but please go inside.” Reluctantly, Jo nodded as he took off into the room.

Dean nodded to Sam to unlock the door, keeping a hand on the gun on the table.

“Ah, the Winchesters.” A demonic voice spoke.

Barging into the room, posed a demon.

“Oh, fuck no,” Dean growled.

He pulled the salt gun and shot it at the demon provoking a demonic howl to cut loose.

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“Mama!!” You heard a squeak as you opened the bathroom door to see Jo nestled in the corner of the room.

“Baby? What’s wrong?” You wrapped your arm around him.

“Daddy told me to come here and lock the door.” You swivelled as you heard a sinister scream from outside.

You opened your closet, uncovering a packet of salt you had kept for emergencies.

You spewed a circle as you settled Jo in the middle.

“Baby, you got to stay in the circle.”

“O-ok-“ too afraid to impose he sat in the circle as you gave him instructions to follow. You hoped your baby would have a life without demons but these motherfuckers don’t get it. You kissed Jo’s forehead as you clasped your salt gun and unlocked the door before sprinkling some salt on the bedroom door.

You instantly saw Dean and Sam laying on the floor. ‘What the fuck was this demon?!’

You thought to yourself as you aimed your gun at the entity before firing straight at the bastard.

You watched him shriek, Dean’s eyes widened as he saw you standing.

“Y/N, NO GET BACK IN!”

You aimed for the demon once more as you noticed it moving toward you. Flaring once more, delaying it as you attempted to get the upper hand.

“Hey, you son of a bitch. Don’t you want me?” Dean spat as the demon twisted its head to laugh at him.

“I would preferably want to take your baby mama and your precious son. A Winchester baby is what we need.” Dean coughed as you saw the blood-splattered as he coughed, drawing away from the demon dragging you down the stairs then Reaching for the lampshade. “Don’t you fucking dare touch her.” You heard Dean’s voice closer as you were beginning to lose consciousness.

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“Mommy?”

Jo sat in the inner salt circle waiting for his parents. When he remembered something.

“If you ever need me, John. Pray for Castiel and I will be there.”

“You are an Angel!” As Castiel’s wings appeared.

“Yes. I’ll protect you at all costs.”

So, he shut his eyes attempting to contact his Guardian Angel.

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The demon fastened its hand around your neck as he compelled Dean to watch you wither in front of him.

“Kill her and I’ll not stop until I do everything in my fucking power to send your ass back to hell. I will not stop, you son of a bitch!!”

Before the demon could do anything, a flutter of wings carried a force. Cas.

Your eyes began to close gradually as you couldn’t see what transpired next.

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“She’s awake.” You saw Dean immediately, his face coated in blood as you saw his bloodstained teeth.

You hastily attempted to rise to look for Jo.

“He is fine. Uh-“

“Cas is checking on him.” Dean stared as the Angel and his Son hugged.

“Also, why is that?” Dean still had his eyes affixed to Cas and Jo.

“Cas is his Godfather.”

“Cas?” Dean Scoffs as he eventually looked at you, he took a breath realising the situation going on.

You caressed his hand, “You’re still his, Dad.” You offered him a vulnerable smile as he stroked your cheeks.

Cas walked over to heal you as Jo ran over to Dean, Dean was stunned as he sat on his lap and whispered something to him earning a smile from Dean as his eyes lay on you.

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“We cannot take a risk.” Dean sighed as his attention was on you as you closed Jo’s bedroom door as you walked down the stairs.

“What’s going on?” You inquired, noticing Dean’s wounded expression.

“Y/n, we are going to leave,” Sam conversed as Dean stood staring at you unable to construct any words.

“What?! You cannot leave…” You were talking about both of them but your eyes lay on Dean the entire time.

“It’s safer for you and Jo. We are just going to bring in the Supernatural beings.” Dean walked over to you, as his fingers stroked your chin.

“Why don’t we leave tomorrow morning?” Sam proposed. Dean not taking his eyes off you he nodded, “Okay.”

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“Why are you even here for?” Sam rolled his eyes as Dean lay on the bed.

“Nice to know you still care, Sammy.” Dean set the beer he was drinking back on the corner table.

“No, as in, you both want to spend time with each other…” He tried to gesture for Dean to go speak to you.

“Ah, Sammy...” Dean laughed as he arose and walked to your bedroom door.

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You lay in bed tossing and turning, unable to sleep. Your mind just went straight to that one person. You weren’t sure where you stood but the fact your heart craved for him was enough.

You stood up and opened your door, not being able to stay apart from him any longer, you were surprised to discover the very person on your mind, standing in front of you. You didn’t even need to say anything as you felt being lifted as he shut the door behind him, as he took your taste and scent in. It was refreshing. It was something that felt right. The pieces connected. He saw his future as he entered you. Your

moans and cries for his name echoed through the room but there were three words you both heard from one another clearly as you fell onto the bed.

“I love you.”

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You got up to the sound of a soft knock on your door.

Your arm reached to feel the deserted side of the bed. As it dawned on you about the events which had occurred the prior night. You smiled as you felt fresh tears slip. You already missed his touch.

“Jo?”

The door opened as your 4-year-old stood in his Spider-Man onesie, clenching onto a small toy. It’s only when he came closer you instantly discovered what it was. It was a toy impala. Exactly like Dean’s. “Daddy left me this but-“ his lip started to tremble as he draped his small arms around you. “We’ll be okay, baby. Daddy will come back. He-“ you took a breath, “He needs to save the world remember.”

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“I ask for one fucking thing from you, Crowley. That’s it. I will owe you anything.”

That caused a smirk to appear on the Demon’s face.

“Now we’re talking.”

“Keep your demons away from both of them. If I find out one of them got hurt by your monsters, I will bring Hell to the motherfucking ground.”

Crowley watched impressed by the nerve his demons had hit on the elder Winchester.

“Am I fucking clear?”

“Okay, squirrel.” He smiled.

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1 month later…

“Great. Just Great!” You looked away as you flushed the lunch remains.

Rowena, Crowley and Castiel watched as you shook your head.

“What?!” You snapped at them, they quickly averted their eyes.

“I’m sorry, I need a fucking pregnancy test or Cas, check-“ You stood up as you walked over to the three who were stunned.

“Another baby squirrel to protect?!” Crowley rolled his eyes as Castiel glared at him.

Castiel walked over to you as his eyes widened.

“What?!” You asked.

“Yes, a baby.”

“It’s Dean Winchester’s right?” Crowley questioned, clearly praying it wasn’t so he did not have to protect the child.

“No. It’s the motherfucking devil’s. What do you think Crowley?!”

He threw his hands up, “I don’t know which gentleman you spend your nights with.” You grabbed the hairbrush on the table about to throw it at him.

“Ok, Y/n. Calm down.” Rowena gestured to you, to take a seat. As the situation took over your emotions.

“I can’t- I can’t do it alone.-“ You looked at Cas with pleading eyes “Is there no way I can see him, just for a second. Please. I need to see him.” The tears began to fall non stop as everyone stood unsure of how to react. Cas walked over and helped you sit down as you began trembling. “I need him, Cas. I know it’s a month and but- it hurts.” Cas awkwardly wrapped his arms around you. “I am sorry, Y/n. I don’t know where he is…I tried but I think they have been blocking me somehow.” Cas looked at Crowley seeing if he has away.

“Ok, darling. Let’s try searching for your baby daddy.” Sympathetically Rowena awaited as you brought one of Dean’s flannels.

“I’ll try.” She sighed as she cast a spell trying to connect to the elder Winchester, yet something prevented her from trying to communicate. She fell to the ground as you stood in shock.

“I don’t think he is alive, darlin’” Rowena mumbled as she lay on the ground.

In that split second you felt your world crumble. Every moment you had with him flashed between your eyes. His touch, his taste the way he felt. You ached for it.

“No. He isn’t.” Cas wrapped his arms around you as you screamed.

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A year flew by, you ended up giving birth to a healthy girl. Mary Charlie Winchester. If Jo was Dean’s Mirror copy, Mary was even more so like Dean. From her smile to the way she stared at anyone.

You adored her, yet the worse part was the months you spent refusing to believe Dean was gone. He was a Winchester. He wouldn’t. Yet everyone around you acted as if he was gone.

You attempted to contact him but there was no sound of him. It’s like they vanished. You were grieving for someone who was missing.

It took a while to move on. Your friends attempted to help you move on. It was hard, especially when you got home and saw your gorgeous children. Their striking resemblance to their father constantly made your heartache. It wasn’t their fault but you couldn’t move on from Dean.

Until Mary’s first birthday when you saw someone at your doorstep. Sam.

“Sam?!” We’re in complete shock as your arms wrap around the youngest Winchester.

He smiled as he held you, “You’re beautiful. Dean would be-“ He sighed as he took a step back when noticing a man walk out from the far bedroom.

“Baby…”

“Nate, uh this is Sam. He is a family friend.” You smiled at Sam.

“Hey, nice to meet you. I’m Nate. Y/n’s fiance.” Sam looked taken back as a shocked expression crossed his face as he nodded.

“If it’s okay, I was wondering if you would like to come to have Christmas with my family as they’re dying to meet you.-“

“She is like a sister to me” Sam laughed, pointing at you.

“Uh-“ you paused as Nate nodded.

“Of course. I-“

“I guess another day?” Nate hesitated as he kissed you on the forehead as he went to the room to gather his things.

“I need to take you somewhere.” Sam looked at you, pleadingly.

You had no idea where you were going as the ride took hours. Jo and Mary were asleep the whole time, not awake when you brought them into the impala. The memories flashed through as you sat in the front seat.

“Is he really-“ you finally managed to ask.

“Dead?” Sam took a breath as he stopped at a secret bunker.

“Come on.”

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“Hey, baby. Wake up” Jo yawned as his eyes opened. He immediately recognised Sam standing behind you. “Uncle Sammy!”

He jumped out of the car seat as he wrapped his small arms around his uncle as sam began to cry. Sam pulled him up as he hugged him as if Jo was going to disappear.

You smiled as you took Mary out. Sam’s eyes grew as he saw the little girl in your arms.

“Meet Mary Charlie Winchester.” You smiled.

“Mary…Charlie…” You saw the tears pour down his cheeks.

“Come on, let’s go inside.” He attempted to regain his composure but failed in the process, he usher you into the huge building.

He still hadn’t answered your question about Dean. You sighed. Maybe he just wants to drop the news gently?

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You could hear some commotion from the main room. As Sam asked you to stay with the kids as he went into the room.

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“Dean.”

The green-eyed Winchester turned to face his brother. “I am probably just going to call it a night.” Sam noticed the tiredness and pain in his eyes.

“That’s pretty early, son.” John crossed his arms, trying to figure out what was going on.

Thanks to Amara, Mary had been brought back and as they also brought John back and the other people from the other world, including Bobby. The only people missing in his brother’s life was the love of his life and their kids. Dean still hadn’t known about Mary. He knew it was safer so he avoided all contact from You. It was killing Dean but Sam knew this surprise would bring him back.

“Wait-“ Dean paused as he shrugged awaiting what Sam wanted.

He quickly ran up the stairs to bring out you, and the kids. Dean’s eyes grew as you walked towards him. Jo immediately recognising him ran to him as Dean pulled him up but what caught his eye was the little Angel you were carrying, her green eyes glued onto Dean. It was as if she knew exactly who he was. You were in complete shock as he wrapped his arms around you. Sam took Mary as Dean cupped your cheeks as he kissed you as if it was his last breath.

Inbetween the kiss you whispered, “I thought you were gone…”

“As if I could leave you alone.” He smiled as he continued kissing you.

You stepped back as you noticed the audience watching you. You caught sight of Winchester’s parents, Mary and John watching from afar smiling. You thought you were seeing them but Sam gave you a nod, to assure you it’s real.

Taking a breath, you took Mary from Sam.

“Meet, Mary Charlie Winchester.” You heard a gasp from the audience. You caught sight of Mary, covering her mouth attempting to not cry. “She looks just like Dean.”

“Hey, baby girl” Dean smiled as Mary extended her arms for him to carry her.

He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. “I already love you, baby girl.”

“What about me?” Dean turned to see Jo standing with his arms crossed.

“He gets that sass from moose.” You all looked up to see Crowley on top of the stairs.

“Cute, family reunion but we have bigger fish to catch.”

“Uncle Crowley…” Jo waved, causing a stunned expression to form on Sam and Dean.

“Don’t look surprised, I grew quite fond of the baby squirrels.” He rolled his eyes as he walked down the stairs.

“Alright, is there anyone else who has access to both my kids lives? Don’t tell me Lucifer is called Uncle Luci” Dean turned to look at you, as you chuckled before kissing him on the cheeks.

“Crowley only spent time with them cause you asked him to keep them safe”

“Wait before Crowley ruin the moment, I need to introduce my kids to some special people” Dean smiled at you as took Jo’s hand as you walked to Mary and John.

Jo immediately recognised both people as he squealed “Grandma! Grandpa!” Mary was now crying nonstop as she kneeled to wrap her arms around her grandson as John stroked baby Mary’s cheek.

“They look just like you, Dean.”

“Y/n! I felt your energy here. Where are you?” The celestial being appeared as he looked around panicking. Until his eyes lay on the kids, finally easing.

“Uncle Cas! Look-“ he points at Dean, with a huge grin.

“Hello Dean” Dean nodded as Cas wore a puzzled expression. “We’re you hiding from us?”

“It was best for Y/n and the kids.” He sighed as he kept his eyes on you.

“Alright, moving on from the family reunion. It’s time to explain some quite bad news.”

“Why can’t we have a split second of peace?”

“Uh, 'cause you’re a Winchester?” Crowley responded condescendingly.

“What is it then?!”

“You know how you’re Michael’s true Vessel. As Moose was born to be Lucifer’s Vessel?”

“And?” Sam asked impatiently.

“Your story was written for you boys. Just as the legacy has to be passed on to one’s kids.” You, Dean and Sam, watched as you realised what was going to happen.

“No.” Dean began before noticing the kids were watching.

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Honestly that’s all I have, I had created this a year ago and it has been lying in my notes for a whole year so tadah…

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Not A Fool- Part 2

Part 1

Summary-It was an awkward kind of tension Ellen knew well, that awkward tension of the morning after the night before. Pairing- Implied ReaderXDean ~ Platonic JoXReaderWarnings- Swearing,Angst,Canon Divergence

A/N- Still sick and bored and apparently still writing. not edited. @cevans-winchester

The hunt didn’t go well. It was a salt and burn, but it wasn’t a simple one. Ellen, Bobby, Sam and Jo were sitting silently around the table, Sam had called Dean after no one had heard from them for a couple of hours longer than they should of, Ellen thought her heart was going to beat out of her chest when she saw Sam’s expression. “Dean’s going to call back when they get to the hotel, they’re alright” Sam announced after hanging up the phone. “What happened?” Bobby barked. “There were three ghosts working together. They got the jump on them, but they’re ok” Sam cleared his throat not looking anyone in the eye. How did they miss that? Ellen knew you had to expect the unexpected, but three ghosts ? Ellen appreciated no one said out loud what they all were thinking, that (Y/N) would most likely be dead if Dean hadn’t insisted on going with her. The house settled into small talk and whisky, Sam was researching on his laptop while periodically checking his phone, Bobby was reading an old book, but Ellen hadn't seen him flip a page in awhile. It had been two hours since Dean called and Ellen, as she imagined the others were, didn’t want to be overbearing. “Mom” Jo called quietly from the door way beckoning Ellen to follow her onto the back deck. “What’s going on honey?” Ellen asked as she closed the door to the house. “I tried to call (Y/N) earlier and she hasn’t answered and I just tried her again and I called Dean too and he isn't answering either” Jo spoke quickly clearly panicked. “Joanna-Beth you know you shouldn’t call people while they’re hunting” Ellen put a hand to her hip sighing. “I know, but they should be at the hotel by now and-" “Why don't you go inside and get dinner started I’m sure the boys are hungry and i know i am” Ellen interrupted patting Jo on the shoulder. “What if somethings wrong, we should go there-“ “Jo" Jo opened her mouth to argue before quickly deciding to give up when Ellen gave her an admonishing look. Ellen crossed her arms as she watched Jo disappear into the house. Three times with no answer? Because Jo was right they should be well and truly back at their motel safe and sound licking their wounds. Ellen pulled her phone from her back pocket shaking her head at herself for giving into her own worries. The phone started ringing and the longer it rung the more Ellen’s heart rate quickened she was about to hang up the phone when the line suddenly connected. “Ellen” Dean’s gruff hard voice answered. “Dean, well thanks for checking in” “We’re fine” his voice was hard, he was breathing heavily and seemed very annoyed. “Ok, no need to be an ass” “sorry Ellen just… long day” Dean’s voice softened slightly “She's fine, i'm fine, we're fine” “I know that, I told you what would happen if you weren’t" “We’ll be back tomorrow” Dean laughed a little strained. “Ok boy, you get some sleep” Ellen hung up the phone without further investigation. Ellen had been so worried she hadn't stopped to think of the massive blow up those two surely had once they were safely back in that hotel room, if they even made it that far before the yelling started. Ellen tucked her phone back in her pocket and went to relay the news. ~ (Y/N) and Dean’s return was nothing spectacular. They were both bruised, cut and sore, though Ellen was having a hard time ignoring the deep purple bruise ringing around (Y/N’s) neck. She had asked but (Y/N) answered very vaguely, she was embarrassed about the hunt not being successful. Jo had hugged her tightly as she got in the door, they traded a look between each other in silent communication that even Ellen didn’t understand. (Y/N) looped her arm through Jo’s and cheerily announced she was starving as she shot Sam a smile and squeezed Bobby’s arm as the two passed towards the kitchen. Ellen turned her attention to Dean who was making his way over to Sam at the dining table, he looked like he hadn't slept a wink and there was a bruise on the left side of his face stretching from his temple to his chin, but he was grinning and making jokes to Bobby like his usual dumbass self. “Did ya miss me Sammy?” Dean asked as he took a seat at the table and swung his boots onto it. “You better get those boots off my table, boy” Ellen barked from the door way and tried her best to keep the smile off her face as he nearly fell off his chair in his haste to do so. It wasn’t until they were sitting down for lunch discussing the departure of Bobby and (Y/N) then Sam and Dean in opposite directions that Ellen realised in her worry for their safety she’d missed a change in dynamic. Dean and (Y/N) were pointedly not looking at each other and when they accidentally did they looked away as soon as their eyes met. It was an awkward kind of tension Ellen knew well, that awkward tension of the morning after the night before and having crossed a line into a new territory you didn't know how to navigate with someone you probably shouldn’t have. As the afternoon unfolded into the evening and despite (Y/N) stubbornly trying to pretend Dean didn’t exist it didn’t seem so easy for Dean. He was sneaking glances at (Y/N) and still Ellen was finding it hard to get a read on him. Sometimes he looked regretful, others he looked thoughtful like he was trying to figure out his next move. A rejection was the easiest deduction from that, but the few times their eyes met each others it was pure heat, enough that it made Ellen uncomfortable to have intruded on it. Ellen took a deep breath, she wished she wasn’t so observant, that she didn't care so much about her daughters friendships and potential romances, but she couldn’t help it. Ever since she became a hunter she watched everything, It was hard for her not to read people. Ellen wondered how long Jo would take to catch onto the tense air between them, Ellen glanced over to her daughter, apparently not long judging by the strained barely hidden fury on her face. God Damn Dean Winchester. ~ It was 5am the next morning, sun just starting to peek over the horizon and still bitterly cold. Ellen was out in the old barn on the back of the farm, still close enough from the house to walk. She’d planned on chopping the last of the wood and bringing it to the house, the real reason was she couldn’t sleep. Ellen would lose (Y/N) today, she hoped (Y/N) wouldn’t be a stranger though the mother part of her hoped she would. Everyone had retired early last night and Ellen had seen Jo and (Y/N) talking, (Y/N) looked too content for it to have been about Dean. It made her angry, that this girl would hurt her baby like this, but when she was thinking more rationally she knew it wasn’t that black and white when Dean had already made his choice. Ellen startled at approaching footsteps, who the hell would be up this early? “So if you’re on the road that means you can come visit me, yeah?” Ellen heard (Y/N’s) voice coming closer, Ellen frowned. Jo and (Y/N) used to go for early morning jogs, but Ellen didn't think Jo would be up for that. Ah. An ambush. “I dunno” Jo answered, Ellen knew that tone of voice very well, (Y/N) was about to get torn to shreds. “You dunno?” (Y/N) parroted back with a huffed laugh “What’s that supposed to mean?” “I mean i don’t know if I wanna visit my ‘friend’ who fucks the guy I’m into the second she gets him alone” That’s her girl, right for the throat. The footsteps stopped abruptly and an uneasy silence followed until (Y/N) cleared her throat. “What are you talkin’ about?” (Y/N) didn’t sound convincing in the least. Ellen knew (Y/N) and she knew she was a terrible liar when she wasn’t talking her way into crime scenes and morgues. Her heart just wasn't in it when she cared about you. “Are we really going to do that bullshit back and forth?” Jo spat, Ellen tried to catch sight of them through the gaps in the walls of the barn but couldn’t make them out. “Jo, you’ve got it all wrong” (Y/N) sounded resigned. “Oh, i’ve got it all wrong” Jo drawled sarcastically “What part have I missed, because i certainly didn't miss the puppy dog eyes he was throwing you all night, must have buttered his biscuit real good if- " “God, Jo we didn't sleep together” “I’m not an idiot” Jo’s temper was firing up more with every denial. “I swear Jo, i would never do that to you” (Y/N's) voice broke, she was begging Jo to believe her. “You expect me to believe nothing happened?” “No, i don’t" (Y/N’s) voice was full of shame she took a moment before continuing to speak “Look, the hunt was bad and we almost died, Dean was so angry and we- we started fighting and things just got…. things just got out of hand. it was just adrenaline, it didn’t mean anything” “Out of hand how?” Jo replied bluntly. “He” (Y/N) hesitated “He kissed me, ok. But like i said it meant nothing" Ellen heard shuffling. “Don’t touch me, you're supposed to be my friend, we were going to hunt together! how can i ever trust you again?” “You have to believe me, it wasn’t because it was me, it was just because I was there” That was a lie, it was definitely because it was her. “But it was you!” Jo yelled back, Ellen worried someone from the house would hear. “How is this my fault? he kissed me and i stopped it that has to mean something Jo!” (Y/N) was sounding more and more distressed the angrier Jo was getting. Jo didn't respond. “Jo, please” (Y/N) sounded near tears “I’m leaving today and I don’t wanna go like this, you're my best friend” “I can't" Jo responded quietly “I just can’t not right now” Ellen heard departing footsteps. Life was unfair, Ellen knew that. But it had to be some kind of joke for the universe to bring Jo and (Y/N) together and make them so compatible as friends and hunting partners only to have it all go to pieces when Dean Winchester showed up. Because Ellen knew Jo had feelings for Dean long before (Y/N) set foot in their front door, just as much as she knew Dean had feelings for (Y/N) long before Jo even knew she existed. It was especially unfair because this was no ones fault, but it didn’t stop how much pain her girl was in. Ellen wanted to be angry with (Y/N) for Jo's sake, but she couldn’t. Ellen heard footsteps moving closer rather than moving away this time and realised she didn’t have anywhere to hide quick enough. (Y/N) walked into the barn and stopped obviously surprised at Ellen's presence. “Ellen” (Y/N) blurted out before running a hand through her hair squeezing her eyes closed “Great" she muttered. “Didn’t sound like a great conversation” Ellen replied. “Didn’t take you for an eavesdropper” “Don’t get snarky with me" Ellen’s voice was firm, but she smiled kindly. (Y/N) took a deep breath before lifting her chin to look Ellen in the eye, hers were shining with unshed tears. “I-“ “Don’t have to explain anything to me” Ellen interrupted walking forward to rest a hand on her shoulder. “What should I do?” (Y/N) whispered. “Well, I don’t know if there is anything you can do, she’s hurtin’ right now and you’ve got to let her” Ellen wished she had better advice. “Come on, I think we need bacon” Ellen dropped her hand from (Y/N’s) shoulder and motioned towards the house. “I’ll miss you guys” (Y/N) admitted as they walked slowly down the path to the house, there was a light breeze and the impending sunrise really showed how beautiful it was out here in the country. “We’ll miss you too, you promise me whatever happens you give em’ hell” Ellen suddenly became serious, turning her head to stare at (Y/N) her (H/C) hair was blowing around her face she was too young for this and it broke Ellen’s heart. “I won’t make it easy” Her mouth quirked up slightly. “Good girl” Ellen shoved her hands into her jacket pockets. She hoped Jo would come to say goodbye, in this life you never know when it’ll be your last one. (a/n)- thank you so much if you read this, thought it would be fun to get down as I was rewatching supernatural while I've been sick. I sorta want to know what went down in that hotel room, so who knows there might be more.

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trexrambling · 2 years

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Hi can you do “ i don't have anyone anymore. “ “ you have me. “ for the hurt comfort prompts with Dean please?

You watch as he runs his hands through his hair, his feet creating a track in your apartment’s carpet from the pacing he hasn’t been able to stop since he picked your lock and let himself in about- you check the microwave clock, fight back a yawn as the green numbers remind you that you should still be unconscious- about two minutes ago.

Two minutes of pacing while you stand there in your bare feet, arms folded so you don’t subconsciously pull down the hem of the oversized T-shirt you’d just been sleeping in.

“Dean.”

He jerks a little at his name, pivoting to pinpoint your voice from the shadow of the doorframe. Even in the faint glow of the nightlight you have plugged in, you can read the frantic features framing his face.

“Oh, Y/N, hey. You’re awake.”

You walk into the living room, setting the gun you’d had trained on him a few moments ago down on the coffee table before plopping your body onto the couch.

“Of course I’m awake. You’re louder than an elephant, stopping around with those feet of yours.”

His hands find his pockets as he draws in a deep breath. “I didn’t mean to-”

“-break into my apartment in the middle of the night and make me almost shoot you?”

Dean’s lips curl up, the motion so faint and then just as rapidly fleeting. “Yeah, that.”

You bend your legs, engulfing them in your shirt and resting your chin on top of your knees. “So, what’s going on? Are you here to see Sam?”

His jaw tightens, and you watch his adam's apple bob as he swallows. “No, I can’t… Sam’s busy with school. I can’t bother him with this.”

“With what?”

His mouth opens, closes, and then he scrubs a hand down his face. “I shouldn’t have come here, I’m sorry. I just.. I didn't know where else to go.”

“Dean?” Your eyes narrow, your brain fully awake now. “What is it?”

He drops onto the couch beside you, his head falling into his palms. You sit up, a hand immediately finding his firm shoulder to give a supportive squeeze.

“Dean-”

“Dad’s gone.” The words start to tumble out of his mouth with the force of a broken dam. “He left for a hunting trip, and then he stopped answering his phone, and I’ve been trying to track him but…I need… I’m worried this time, Y/N. I think something’s wrong. It’s been too long, and I don’t know what to do.”

“Okay, well-”

“And Bobby is busy on a hunt of his own a few states over, and I reached out to a few other guys but didn’t hear anything back, and Sam is… This kind of stuff hasn’t been Sam’s problem for a long time now. It shouldn’t be his problem now. Hell, it shouldn’t be your problem now-”

“Dean-” you gently shake his shoulder- “just slow down for a minute.”

“I can’t slow down!” he snaps back, the sharp edge making you flinch. “I need to find my dad. You don’t get it, Y/N. You and Sam, you guys got out. You’re here, making new lives for yourselves, and I’m.. I don’t have anyone anymore.”

You stare at him in silence, listen to his deep breaths as he draws them in and out of his lungs. You take a deep breath of your own, let go of his shoulder and roughly pick up his calloused hand, pulling it into your lap to rest enveloped in your tight grip against your bare thigh.

“Dean, look at me.”

It takes him a second, but he finally turns his head, eyes finding yours, and the uncertainty there makes your chest ache.

“You have me. We have each other’s backs, always. And just because I’m here, at this fancy ass college, doesn’t mean that’s about to change.”

You stand, keeping a hold on him to pull him up alongside you. “Give me five minutes to get some things together.”

“Y/N, I can’t ask you to-”

“You didn’t ask me, and I’ve already decided. John is family, and I’m going to help you find him.”

His mouth pulls up into a small smile, and his thumb brushes across the back of your hand before he lets go. “Is that my shirt?”

You look down at what you’re wearing, heat immediately flooding your cheeks as you go back into your room and quickly pull on yesterday’s jeans. “I’ve got a few things here, but most of them are in my storage unit. We can swing by there... after we get Sam.”

“What? No, Y/N, I told you-”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know what you said.” You turn to look at him again, a wide smile on your face. “But it only seems fair that I get to break into his apartment since you broke into mine.”

“Y/N-”

“Come on-” you grab the pre-packed duffle from your closet and swing the strap over your shoulder- “this is going to be great.”

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If anyone has a wee Drabble request, I’m very much feeling this list of prompts right now and would love to do some writing! xo

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agirlwithdemonblood · 2 years

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Celebrity Next Door Masterlist

Pairings: Jensen x Reader

Summary: Moving to a new location is difficult but living next to somebody you’d never expect to meet, and catching feelings? That’s damn near impossible to comprehend.

Warnings will be added to each chapter!

***Jensen’s kids will be renamed due to respectfulness, & Daneel is in the story as his ex but in no way do I want to cause harm or disrespect her as a person***

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

(On Hiatus, coming soon)

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novafics · 10 months

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l Secrets l

Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Injury, Talk of Death

Summary: It was supposed to be an easy hunt, why did it have to go so wrong?

Word Count: 864

Masterlist

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It was supposed to be an easy hunt, that’s what you kept telling yourself over and over. How could you be so stupid to let this happen?. Currently you are in the middle of a hunt with Sam and Dean trying to hunt down a vengeful spirit. Sam was currently out burning the bones and you and Dean were left to fend off the spirit until Sam got rid of them. It was supposed to be easy, stay alert, don't stray too far from one another and use salt and iron to get rid of them for some time when they appear.

While staying quiet and alert with Dean in the kitchen the spirit had appeared and was quickly gotten rid of by Dean with one shot of the shotgun, however somewhere throughout the house another noise was heard. You being you decided that it should be checked out and told Dean that you would be right back. “Ok, but don't stray too far darling, Sam shouldn't be too long now, we're nearly done” taking his advice you were careful, quiet and went to check out the noise to make sure there wasn't anything else in the house that was concerning. What you failed to realise however was that this is exactly what the spirit wanted.

The spirit you were currently hunting had killed 4 women in the span of a week, not you Sam or Dean could figure out why only women but only that he had some real anger for them and so for you to now be straying too far from Dean was the perfect moment for the spirit to strike, and strike it did.

As you neared the storage room at the far back of the house you realised just how far you had gotten away from Dean and quickly decided to head back, but not before the spirit had jumped from the corner of the room and plunged a knife straight into your side. Luckily for you, you managed to catch the spirit with the end of your iron crowbar dispelling it from the room. Deciding it wasn't that bad even though the pain was now coursing through your sides and moving quickly over your body, you made the even stupider decision to remove the knife. Bad Mistake.

As soon as you managed to slide the knife out and away from your body that's when more and more blood started to pour from the stab wound, with you putting as much pressure as you could with your jacket trying so hard to keep it hidden. ‘All you had to do was stay together and wait for Sam to burn the bones’ you said to yourself, cursing your poor decision making the least you could do for the boys was to wait until you got back to the motel and patch it up yourself which also wasn't the brightest decision on your part but the only one that wouldn't cause worry to Sam and Dean.

Not long after that Sam had burned the bones and you were all in the Impala heading back. On the journey back you were getting more and more light headed the closer you came to the motel, something that didn't escape Dean as he watched you from the mirror. He could clearly see you swaying back and forth and was determined to find out what was wrong.

As you all arrived you didn't make it 2 steps from the car before Dean was hoisting you into his arms and carrying you to the room. “Sam get the first aid kit, somethings wrong” Dean shouted out as you all entered the room. “What? I'm fine Dean seriously, don't worry about me I'm fine” much to your dismay your convincing was not enough and soon enough your very serious looking stab wound was soon revealed. “Fine?! You can't be serious darling you're nearly bleeding out here” Dean at this point was beyond worried and so decided to leave the stitching you up to Sam in favour of holding you in his lap and making sure you stayed awake.

“Hey, look at me baby, it's fine, you're fine” Dean said as he held your face in his hands and pulled your attention away from Sam stitching up your side. You know that you were stupid and that you shouldn't have hid your injury and seeing the concern in Dean’s eyes as he held you made you decide that you were never gonna split up from him again, not so that you wouldn't get injured again but so that you would never have to see Dean so upset again.

Not soon after Sam had finished and you were all getting ready for bed, Dean pulled you up onto his chest and held you close to him as he looked deep into your eyes. “Promise me you'll tell me if your hurt sweetheart, please. I couldn't bear to do this again, or even worse lose you, please” Dean begged, holding you as close as humanly possible. “I promise baby” you replied placing a kiss to his lips, that promise being something that you did indeed keep from that moment forth.

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Show Time - Part 1

Summary: When Sam Winchester calls you for help on a hunt, who are you to say no? Of course, things are a bit more complicated when the hunt involves you being fake-married to his ass of an older brother. How will you survive being a housewife, living in the suburbs, and being married to Dean?

"Say that again," you commanded, arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed. "Say it again slowly so I know that you know what you're saying."

Sam's lips pursed together and he barely contained an eye roll. "We need you to go undercover as Dean's wife."

"Okay, so you do know what you're asking. Are you feeling okay? Because-"

"Yeah, yeah, we get it!" Sam interrupted you, throwing his hands in the air. "You don't like my brother, you're sarcastic... Can we just skip to the part where you agree? There's a lot to brief you on."

"One quick question." That bitch face never left Sam, but he tilted his head in a 'yeah-sure-quick' fashion. "Why are you the one begging me and not Dean? I mean, where the hell even is he?"

"He's already on the case. The story right now is that he moved in a week early and the wife, you, is gonna join. We had to get him in and doing recon before someone else died."

You sighed and slowly sank down onto the motel room chair. You knew before Sam even asked that you would take the case. Hell, you broke every traffic law on the drive over when he said he needed your help; of course, he forgot to mention that you would have to pretend to be married to Dean Winchester of all people. But you wouldn't sit out when needed, couldn't.

"Alright, Sam, fill me in."

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After a two hour debriefing you knew all you could without some extra research in the neighborhood. You were probably looking for a Shapeshifter, possibly a ghoul. Either way, the victims were left brutally murdered. So far two couples had died in the neighborhood, but the deaths were spaced out by a few months. And you also knew a bit more about the area you'd be staying. Sam had been kind enough to buy you a whole new wardrobe, 'stay-at-home-mom chic.' All in all, you were as prepared you could be.

Sam gave you the address and walked you to your car. "Dean's been mingling with the neighbors and invited to a block party tonight, so you'll be able to meet everybody. You're a house wife and Dean's in insurance. Try to get in with the other housewives."

"How 50's," you commented.

"Hence why we needed a girl," Sam agreed.

"Wait, Sam, why Dean?" The confused look on Sam's face told you he had no clue what you meant. "Why am I being fake married to Dean? Why not you? I mean, we're constantly at each other's throats."

Sam shrugged at that. "The neighborhood had seen me earlier when I was checking out the house for EMF. I told them I was the realtor."

"Great."

And with that you jumped into your car and started towards your new home, where your handsome hubby awaited you.

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Your new house, new base of operations, was just as picture perfect as the neighborhood itself. Manicured lawns, decorated porches, white picket fence. It was the suburbia of your nightmares.

The only thing that didn't go with the neighborhood was the sleek black car pulled into one of the driveways. If Dean had one redeeming quality, it was his taste in cars.

You pulled your beater of a truck in next to Dean's and hopped out. You grabbed your duffel back and slammed your door shut, then made your way to the entrance.

"Oh my god, Mrs. Winchester?" A shrill voice shouted from one of the other houses. You turned to the sound, forcing a cheery smile on your face.

You tugged at your cardigan, slightly worried you would instantly be pegged as an outsider. "Hi!" You waved to the blonde woman standing on the porch of the house next to yours. "You can call me Y/N!"

"Finally! A name! Your Deanie has been so secretive about you! We started to think you didn't exist." You forced out a laugh and tried not to frown at the use of the name Deanie. You may have hated the man, but that was still your fake husband.

"Well he probably just wants to keep me to himself. Speaking of, I haven't seen him in a week now, so I'm going to let myself in. I'll see you tonight..."

"Tori!"

"Tori," you finished, smiling at her.

She watched as you went to the door of your house, and you tried to be oblivious to it.

You unlocked the door and instantly smelled something delicious. "Honey, I'm home!" You shouted, slamming the door shut behind you.

Loud footsteps approached you and soon Dean Winchester stood at the other end of the hallway. "You've got to be kidding," he groaned. "We didn't know any other chick hunters?"

"Guess not," you said, giving him a flat smile. "You're welcome for coming to help, by the way."

"Look, I'm getting close to figuring out which of these psychos is the actual killer-psycho, so maybe you just head on out and I'll make something up."

"Yeah, 'cause that wouldn't be suspicious," you snorted. "Like it or not, we're stuck together."

"Well I don't like it."

"Yeah, no shit."

You both just stood for a moment, glaring at each other.

You broke first. "Alright what's that smell?"

"Chili for the block party."

"You're making chili?"

"I've got a kitchen!"

"Okay, don't get so defensive," you laughed. "I just thought I was the housewife."

"I thought I was the-" Dean repeated in a mocking high pitched tone, "shut it!" He then stomped his way back to the kitchen.

You rolled your eyes at him and dropped your bag onto the floor. You stood in place a moment, thinking of your next move. As much as you disliked Dean and loved pissing him off, you weren't going to save lives if you were at each other's throats.

Time to be... nice.

You made your way to the kitchen, where Dean was standing in front of a huge pot. It did smell damn good. And the kitchen was beautiful, tan marble counter tops, beautiful mahogany cabinets. You couldn't boil an egg and even you were tempted to cook.

"So what have you learned so far?" You asked, setting yourself on one of tall chairs by the counter.

Dean was silent for a moment, no doubt trying to find something witty to say. But, like always, words failed him and all he was left to do was answer. "Everybody has a different theory about the murders and suspects each other. The Marshalls saw the McRoys hanging out with the dead couple the night they died, but the Smiths thought the Marshalls hated the dead couple. And the Trumans just think the whole neighborhood was in on it."

You were silent as you went over his words, before finally saying, "are those really their names?"

"Well the Trumans are really the Trundles, but the rest are true."

"Jesus," you breathed out. "Anybody seem suspicious?"

"Not particularly," Dean shrugged. "But tonight's the first chance to really test anyone." He nodded towards a large pile of silverware on the counter. "I said I'd provide the forks."

"Smart," you commented, forcing yourself to give the compliment. "I guess I'll go shower and get ready for tonight."

"Shower's upstairs."

At that you left the kitchen, grabbing your bag and heading up the stairs.

The entire house was nice, just somewhat bland. It lacked any kind of character. The beige walls and white carpets were a nice change of pace to the usual dark, dirty, and stained ones that decorated every motel room, but it just felt stale. More than a week in a place like this and you'd surely go crazy.

Those feelings did not, however, transfer to the shower. A clean bathroom was not something you saw everyday, hell it wasn't something you saw every month. But damn, this bathroom with it's sparkling white porcelain and tiled shower floor devoid of mold... That was a thing of beauty. The water pressure alone forced a moan out of you.

After taking the longest shower of your life, and never running out of hot water, you changed into something slightly fancier than a sweater and jeans. When Sam had gone shopping for you, he knew exactly what to look for. You slipped into a knee-length, white summer dress, one with small sunflowers decorating the fabric. You had a pair of white shoes to go with it, then made your way downstairs.

Laughter stopped you before you entered the kitchen. You recognized Dean's laugh, it was obnoxious enough, but the others?

Only one way to find out...

You forced a smile and entered the kitchen, eyes going over the two new guests.

"Hey there sweetheart," Dean greeted you. "These two are our neighbors to the right, John and Ross."

"Nice to meet you guys," you said, extending a hand.

"Oh get that out of here! We're practically family!" The one man- John - said, pulling you into a hug.

After getting a slightly less enthusiastic hug from Ross, you moved to Dean's side, who slipped an arm right around your waist, no hesitation. Say what you wanted about Dean Winchester, but the man knew how to put on an act.

"So, Mrs. Winchester-"

"Y/N, please!" You interrupted. "Jeez, baby, did you tell nobody my name?"

"Oh he was so sneaky about you, so hush hush," Ross said. "Most of us thought you didn't even exist!"

You laughed at that and knocked your hip into Dean's in an obvious show of flirtation. "Just trying to keep me for yourself."

"Can you blame me?"

"You two are just too cute," Ross sighed.

"Y/N, do you like to read?" John asked.

You opened your mouth to respond, but were stopped short by Ross. "Oh, honey, the poor girl just got here! You can recruit her for your little book club later."

"Book club?" Dean asked.

"John and all the girls," Ross explained. "You guys meet what, like every other week? It's really just an excuse to drink wine and gossip."

"We're reading War and Peace if you'd like to join. We only started the book a week ago."

"That sounds really nice," you accepted, smiling warmly. "I can only clean the house so much every day. A book and some company would be great."

John gave you a small smile in return, then wrapped his arm around Ross'. "Well, we better get going," Ross sighed. "The party starts in an hour but people always go out early. And I refuse to be the last ones there."

You and Dean saw the two men out, keeping your arms wrapped around each other.

As soon as the door closed you split apart.

"Book club, huh?" Dean asked.

"Sounds like a chance to get some dirt," you shrugged.

Dean nodded at that. He had his hands in his pockets and rocked from his heel to the balls of his feet, face scrunched up in thought. "Uh, one quick thing about tonight..."

"Yeah?"

"Well, uh, see, I didn't know Sam would be sending you, so I might have, uh, talked a big game to some of the boys in the neighborhood..."

"Meaning?"

"I told them I had a hot wife who couldn't keep her hands off me," Dean finally got out. "So, you'll have to play it up." For a moment Dean looked ashamed, but after seeing the look of pure outrage on your face, his own features brightened. "And maybe cut the dress a little shorter. I want to see my woman's legs."

With a full out self-satisfied smirk, Dean left you in the foyer, fuming.

If Dean wanted a handsy wife, then a handsy wife he'd get.

You were going to make him regret this.

#Supernatural #Supernatural Oneshot #Supernatural Imagine #DeanXReader #Dean Winchester #Sam Winchester #SPN #Enemies to lovers #Show Time #Part 1 #Dean Winchester X Reader

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icecream-and-gadreel · 4 months

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Madam! How the fuck are you?! So good to see you round the ol’ hellsite, again.

My drabble idea is really vague, but hopefully it inspires.

Dean x Reader, NSFW, and shopping for presents.

A/N: !!!! Girl I'm finally thriving hahaha how are you?! I try to peek in every now and again c: Anyhoots, here's to getting banned from every shop with a changing room. Enjoy!

You thought it romantic, at first. Dean's sudden need to grab your hand, holding on so tight it bordered on uncomfortable. But now, after catching the devious glint in his eye, you're having second thoughts.

"What're you up to?" you ask, cocking an eyebrow. He looks at you over his shoulder, pursing his lips.

"Huh? Can't a man hold his wife's hand?" he grumbles, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. You squint, eyes flicking up to the clothing store before you.

"Dean --"

"I know, I know, but look," he says, guiding you deeper into the store. You allow him to drag you into a changing room, the moment only catching up to you as he slides his hands underneath your shirt and up your back. Giggling, you push him away by his shoulders, shaking your head.

"We can't --" He presses a kiss against your lips -- "They'll hear --" He nips at your bottom lip, greedy hands caressing your thighs -- "Dean," you moan breathlessly, pulling him into a hungered kiss. He smiles against your lips, callused fingers slipping underneath your bra and squeezing your breasts.

"I'll be quiet," he coos, tongue darting over his lip as he tweaks your nipples. You stifle a moan, hand rubbing over his growing bulge. He moans exaggeratedly loud, smiling deviously as you swat him. "You feel too good sweetheart," he whispers, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. Releasing his cock from his pants, you pump it in your hand, closing your eyes as he pushes his fingers into the hem of your jeans. Dean hums as he grazes his fingers along your folds, coating his fingers in your slick. He pushes two fingers inside, peppering gentle kisses along your neck as he strokes your spot in a come hither motion.

"Fuck," you breathe, jerking his cock faster as he speeds up his fingers. His thumb swirls over your clit, sending shocks of pleasure over your body. Your attempts at being quiet verge on useless, lilting moans escaping you as his fingers fuck deeper into you.

"Shh," Dean whispers, pulling you into a kiss and swallowing your moans. You shake as your orgasm threatens to take over, mouth gaped against Dean's.

And then there's a knock. You flinch, pushing Dean away and yanking your shirt down. "Y-yes?" you squeak, damning your shaking breaths.

"Is...everything okay in there?" a voice calls, sending heat straight to your cheeks.

"Yup!" you say, shooting Dean a glare. He blows you a kiss, snickering as you kick him.

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ajvocals43 · 2 years

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Birthday

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 1200

Warnings: Fluff, Dean (yes, a warning for him here)

Summary: A small, after celebration celebration of Dean’s birthday.

A/N: Full disclosure, I wrote this on his birthday this year but completely forgot to post it. So here ya go!

Possible prequel

“Surprise!” The lights in the kitchen of the bunker flipped on to reveal Sam, Bobby, Cas, Jack, Mary, and Charlie surrounded by just about a thousand birthday decorations including a giant banner that read “Happy Birthday Dean”. I watched Dean’s face light up at the sight of all of his friends and family here to celebrate his special day.

“Wow. You guys didn't have to do all this for me. Thank you!” Dean said, looking around in amazement. I knew this was a surprise for him, that anyone would do something for him without asking. He was always the one to take care of all of us, this was the least I could do.

“Don't thank us. This is all Y/n’s doing.” Mary said, gesturing back towards me.

Dean turned around to look at me, shocked. “You did all of this?”

“Well, not just me. Everyone helped.” He was still staring at me and I started to doubt whether he actually liked the party. “Do you like it?”

Before my thoughts could continue their downward spiral, his lips fell on mine softly. It was a quick kiss but still filled with love. He pulled apart and told me, “You're amazing.” It was his version of ‘I love you’.

I couldn't help but smile at that, especially when his grew brighter as Charlie yelled, “Let’s get this party started!” I pushed him towards our family and let him enjoy his party. After all he’d been through, he needed this. Nothing to worry about, no one to save. Just time to be with his family and be happy. We talked, played a couple of games, and ate. I of course made pies because I wouldn’t have been a good girlfriend if I hadn't. I'll never forget the look on Dean’s face that night as he relaxed. Well, as much as was possible for a full time hunter but still. He was happy. Truly happy. And that was something I would always take pride in bringing him.

It was a great time, there wasn't a moment where I ever saw him upset or worried. I was so happy to bring him that kind of joy. The whole night I watched him be surrounded by those he loves, and I knew that I would never forget this night.

It was a long time before everyone decided to turn in for the night. I didn't mind staying behind to clean the dishes and decorations after everyone except Sam and Dean had gone to bed. They were having their typical brother moment somewhere else in the bunker while I cleaned up. Before I got started though, I went to Dean and I’s room to grab the speaker that Dean had gotten me for my birthday.

As I returned to the kitchen to begin cleaning, I connected my phone and began playing a random station on Pandora. I hummed a little with the songs as I went through and cleaned up the bunker. By the time Dean came back, telling me Sam had gone to bed, I was finishing up with the dishes.

“Perfect timing, I'm almost done.” I said without turning as I heard his heavy footsteps come down the hallway.

He didn't say anything, and I was about to turn around to face him when arms wrapped around my waist. I tensed as the arms pulled me back against a chest but I relaxed when I recognized his scent. I leant back into the comfort of his arms and couldn't help my sigh of content.

He bent down slightly to kiss my check softly before whispering, “You remembered.”

I smiled before saying “Of course I did.” I leaned my head back slightly to make eye contact with him. “How could I forget? You're the best thing that’s happened to me.” He blushed slightly at that and I could tell that even since he’s been with me, he's still not used to people actually acknowledging and appreciating all that he does for us.

Just then the song changed. I heard the opening notes of Chris Stapleton’s Tennessee Whiskey and smiled.

“What?” He asked.

“Nothing. I just… I love this song.” I sighed. But then he pulled back from me. I immediately missed his warmth. I turned around to ask what was happening but before I could he held his hand out to me.

“Dance with me?” He asked.

“What happened to no chick flick moments?” I teased.

He rolled his eyes before he said, “I think I can make an exception.” With that he pulled me into his arms, so close I could feel his heartbeat and I could lay my head against his shoulder. “Just this once.” He added. With that, we started to sway softly to the music.

We swayed in comfortable silence until the chorus hit and he started to sing softly in my ear:

You're as smooth

As tennessee whiskey

You're as sweet

As strawberry wine

You're as warm as a glass of brandy

And honey I stay stoned

On your love

All the time

He went back to humming as we continued swaying softly in the kitchen. I couldn't imagine a more perfect moment. Later, as the instrumental kicked in, he pulled his head back slightly. I looked up at him, silently asking what he was thinking?

“Thank you.”

“It was my pleasure. It was great to see you happy again.”

“This was truly amazing. I don't deserve you.”

“Dean, you deserve this and so so much more. You do so much for all of us, I can't even begin to thank you. I know you don't see it all the time but the one that's amazing here is you. I'm so grateful that I met you and that you're a part of my life.” I smiled. Instead of answering, he leaned down and kissed me. Softly, slowly. It was pure love. It said everything that he couldn't. When he pulled back, I rested my head back against his shoulder as he said - more to himself than me - “Amazing”.

This time, I sang to him:

You're as smooth

As tennessee whiskey

You're as sweet

As strawberry wine

You're as warm

As a glass of brandy

Honey I stay stoned

On your love

All the time

And then he joined me. The song became a soft duet, written for the two of us.

You're as smooth

As tennessee whiskey

Tennessee whiskey

You're as smooth

As tennessee whiskey

Tennessee whiskey

Then the song ended and we slowly followed suit. I had to admit, I never wanted that moment to end. I could've stayed, swaying in his embrace for eternity and never have gotten tired. I loved this man with all my heart and I couldn't wait to see where the future would take us. I knew that no matter what happened, I would always have this perfect moment on this perfect day.

We went through the bunker, doing the last checks to make sure it was secure and all the lights had been turned off, eventually meeting back at our bedroom. As we laid down to sleep, I had to tell him one last time.

“Happy Birthday Dean.”

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get jealous…

Your sights were fixated on the man you possessed feelings for, flirting playfully with the young girl. ‘Oh fuck off’ you thought to yourself as you drank another shot of whiskey.

You never felt this with other men, you did not feel threatened, well likely cause there was no man like Dean Winchester. Yes, you may have a considerable age gap. He was 35 while you were 23 but as if that bothered you one bit. You’ve known Dean for 3 years but seeing him flirt with girls was enough to blow your fuse.

You sneered as the petite blonde flirted back. ‘This is bullshit’ you stood up to locate Sam.

You convinced the boys to go on the hunt while you research back at the Motel. That mainly caused you to be wallow in jealousy. Dean was like a magnet for every woman, it’s difficult to see every girl drool over him. He wasn’t yours. You kept reminding yourself. You shut the book, as you realised you were not in the right state of mind to research shit. You sent a message to the boys informing them that you’re going to go out for drinks.

You opened your bag as you found a green satin top and a pair of black jeans which was enough to capture someone’s attention, it's not like Dean would be there. You were in Cali, your home town. There would be someone you knew. You needed to sleep off the elder Winchester before you get reckless.

As you finished up with your makeup, you walked out the door and got into the car you rented beforehand, you grinned finally feeling a little free.

As soon as you got to the bar you discovered most of the people there were around your age. You recognised some from the college you attended, yet you were not exactly cosy with them until you noticed a group of girls.

“Zara? Jaye? Trisha?” You smiled widely as the girls waved you to come over.

“Long time no see, Y/n. You went MIA didn’t you?” Trisha sniggered as she waved to the bartender to bring her another shot.

“Still our favourite Alcoholic, Trish?”

She winked as Zara wrapped her arms around you.

“God, College sucked without you!”

“I highly doubt anyone noticed me” you exhaled. You were never the popular girl, yet you didn’t wish to be the one to get through college.

“You’ve gone hot!” Jaye fanned herself mockingly. You jabbed her softly.

“Oh shut up, have you seen yourself?” She rolled her eyes as your sights captured a man situated in the corner of the bar. ‘Ah shit’ you thought to yourself as your friends shortly followed your gaze.

“I’m beating the shit out of that twat.” Zara stood up as Jaye pulled her back resulting in the man noticing you. His eyes dilated as he excused himself from the people he was conversing with and strode over to you.

“Y/n Y/L/N.” He flashed a smile as he put his hand through his hair.

“Weren’t you the dick who dumped her?” Trisha grumbled before taking another shot.

“Uh-“ Caleb stared at you in surprise.

“Y/n broke up with me.” He responded awkwardly.

“Because you couldn’t grow a pair…” Zara snatched one of Trisha’s shots as Trisha’s eyes widened in terror.

“Are you finally man enough to not fuck things up? Your fancy clothes cannot camouflage who you are on the inside…” Jaye taunted.

“Uh, guys…I’ll talk to you later.” You whispered as you dragged Caleb out of the bar.

“Look, Caleb-“ His stunning azure eyes were concentrated on you. His hair had become a darker shade of black. He looked more mature. Then you remembered what had occurred the prior day. Damn you, Dean Winchester.

You grabbed Caleb as you brought him to the Motel.

“Hey- Y/n…”

“No strings attached, okay?” You encircled your arms around his neck as he chuckled.

“Sure…I just miss you like hell.” You winked as you pulled him into your Motel room.

————

“Y/N!” Your eyes opened as you saw Dean park the Impala at the Roadhouse yet again. ‘Oh for fuck sake’ you rolled your eyes.

“Could I just take a nap?” You asked as both boys turned around to check you.

“What’s going on, Y/N?” Sam implored, his eyebrows raised.

“Honestly, I am just tired.” You yawn as you unlock the impala door to discover Jo standing at the front. ‘Close your eyes and she’ll be gone Nope. Didn’t work. You sighed as you forced yourself into the Roadhouse. Let’s get this over with.

A few days later, you had found out about Jo had ran away. “Why do we have to babysit?” You yawned as Dean glanced at you from the rearview mirror.

“Y/n, what is your problem?” Sam sighed as he glanced at you open the book on the recent case regarding Jo.

“Nothing.” You grinned, directly at Dean. Why were you taking it out on him?! He probably already thought of you as a kid. Now he thinks you’re one.

“For fucks sake!” You let out a moan.

“Are you okay?” Sam asked as Dean perched up, taking a proper look at you.

“Yes! Just thinking out loud.

After the case, in which you heard Dean needed to clean his pipes when Jo squeezed passed him. You all took off to the Roadhouse as Jo and Dean commenced their playful flirting as you took shots. You had to go and have sex asap before you let out something you regretted. You sent a message to Caleb asking him to wait for you outside the Roadhouse. You shortly went up to get changed and rush down when the door flung open.

Caleb. What the fuck was he doing? You rolled your eyes, you precisely instructed him to stay outside to not gain attention.

“Y/n. Sorry, could I speak to you-“ He looked up to see Ellen, Jo, Dean and Sam watching intently. They had eventually caught sight of you standing near the back, wearing a cream crop top, giving a lot of attention to your cleavage and the tight floral skirt which showed off your curves, with your hair tied up.

Sam had his hand on a gun as Dean had stood up, his eyes welded onto you the entire time.

“Don’t worry. He is just a-“ you paused to take a glimpse of Caleb noticing his attire. ‘Ah, how I missed a man in blazer’

“Friend” you hissed, as you stood up, making an effort not to show anyone how you were just turned on.

You grabbed Caleb by the blazer as you stepped backwards dragging him out. You didn’t notice, Dean’s eyes fused onto Caleb’s head as your hand ran through his hair when you were outside.

You got into his car as you both drove to a hotel.

You took off your heels as you quietly went past Dean and Sam’s room to your Motel room when the lights switched on.

Dean sat on the corner chair, his eyes were indistinct as he did not blink as he glared at you.

“Who was that guy?” He bluntly asked.

“Just a friend.” You reply as you survey your reflection as you notice the lipstick smudged and your messy hair.

“Y/n! This is fucking serious.” You were taken back as you faced the elder Winchester.

“Why? It’s just a little fun.” You sat on the bed behind you, your tight skirt was hoisted up a little as Dean shoved his hand through his hair and he sighed in frustration.

“Because-“ He started as you tilted your head waiting for a response as your phone beeps.

“Because you’re someone men would take advantage of. You’re young and-“ He hesitated as you listened attentively.

“-fucking beautiful.” He muttered quietly. His eyes fixated on the motel floor.

‘He is just saying that cause he saw me with a man’ you rolled your eyes. As much as you yearned for him, you couldn’t give in. You recalled the way he behaves around Jo. ‘Oh he can shove his opinion up his ass’ you stood up, pulling your skirt down a little as you stalked out of the room as he watched you leave his jaw hanging open.

Before you opened your bedroom door you turned to face him.

“Thanks for the compliment. Just give me a message when we are going to the roadhouse tomorrow” You couldn’t help the hostility as you realised what you were going to witness tomorrow.

“Y/N!” That was all you heard as you shut your motel room door.

—-

The next few days flew by until you were getting ready to go to the bar again. Jo was going to hang out with you and the boys as well, ‘She didn’t need to come’ you thought as you slipped into something which displayed a lot of skin, just to push the older Winchester’s buttons. A little satin black dress should do. You were not sure if he had feelings or if he just considered you as his sister. Either way, the motherfucker can shove it.

You stood near your rented car as Dean and Sam walked out. Dean’s eyes promptly studied your body from head to toe as his eyes stopped every time he saw the curve of your body as the dress fit you perfectly before he tore his gaze away before you notice. “You’re not coming with us?” Sam inquired as Dean contemplated quietly.

“Just thought I would have some privacy.” You smiled radiantly at Sam before hopping into your rented car as you drove off.

“You okay, dude?” Sam nudged his brother as Dean let out a forced cough. “Yeah, let’s get going before she gets herself in trouble.”

You were with your friends from College when the boys arrived with Jo. You rolled your eyes as you grabbed Trisha’s shot and drank it. “Okay, what the fuck is wrong with you all taking my shots?!” Trisha barked, as the brothers walked over as Jo went to presumably get some drinks.

“Hey, Y/n. Who are your friends?” Sam asked curiously.

“Did you make friends that quickly in a bar?“ Dean questioned forcing his gaze to lay on your eyes and not the parts of your body he desperately wanted to taste as you rolled your eyes.

“These are my college friends. Remember, I grew up in Cali. Most of the people here are childhood friends.”

“Meet, Zara, Trisha and-“

“Jaye, call me hot stuff.” Jaye winked at Dean as she sat back to observe you as you forced a smile, clearly Jaye knew something, she was just trying to tease you. He laughed as Jo walked over touching his shoulder. ‘For fuck sake’ you took a shot of Trisha’s whiskey.

“Fuck you all! I am going to take my shots in the bathroom” she yelled as she walked away tossing a middle finger your way as Zara and Jaye suppressed a laugh as you just shrugged with a smirk.

“Y/n!” You heard a voice as you caught sight of Caleb, his top shirt buttons were unbuttoned as his white canvas approached you. His hands were in his pocket as you felt eyes watching you.

You turned to see Dean staring intently as you wrapped your arms around Caleb’s neck as he pulled you up for a kiss, your dress hoisted up a little as you heard Dean hiss as Caleb took your hand to go someplace more private. You felt stares drill into your back as you stepped outside.

This time when you arrived at the Motel after your time with Caleb, you saw the lights on.

Your hand on the knife under your heel as you unlocked the door to see both Winchesters conversing.

“Y/n, could we talk?” Sam asked awkwardly as you crossed your arms overlooking them. While his brother stood up with his arms crossed as he already noticed the way your hair was tied but the baby hair on the corners of your face. He noticed the way your legs crossed as you stood.

“Are you okay? Dean and I are actually-“ You snickered as Sam glanced at you in shock while Dean exhaled.

“Oh, really, Dean?? You think me sleeping with my ex is me going crazy?” You had walked up to the older Winchester brother as you poked your finger onto his chest as you noticed his breathing had become more rapid. You looked up to see his eyes filled with desperation and lust as he took in every inch of you.

“Honestly, yeah. I think you having a one night stands with some guy is a mistake.”

You couldn’t believe this guy, when you took a step back to look at Sam, “So, Sam, Dean can flirt and screw any girl he wants to yet if I want to sleep with a guy, it’s me going crazy??”

“Y/n,” Dean growled as he seized a step closer. He wasn’t pissed, you caught the way he growled, he was watching you as if you were his prey and he wanted to taste you. You were enticed to poke the bear, as you spoke out something you regretted.

“You walk into a motherfucking room and every girl falls to your feet- look at Jo. Do you even like her? Cleaning your pipes? Dean? Super mature.” You examined the room to discover Sam had taken off. You sighed understanding he fled after he realised what was going on.

You faced the older Winchester as he took a step out of the darkness as you saw a smirk plastered on his face.

You puffed your chest attempting to attain some control of the situation however, his eyes just fell to your breast as his eyes flicked back to your face, you felt your knees go weak.

“So, you’re jealous? Is that why you’ve been acting like this?” He challenged, awaiting the reply he was yearning to hear.

“Psst, as if. Do I look like I care who hits on you, Dean?” You rolled your eyes as you crossed your arms. You felt the pool of heat between your legs as the way he looked at you made me crave for him.

“You know, I flirted with Jo on purpose. I brought her to the Bar on purpose. I wanted to see how you reacted.” He asserted, there was still that smile tugging at the edge of his mouth.

You watched as he got a notch closer to you.

“You’re just here because you’re jealous.”

“Hell yeah, I was jealous. Have you seen yourself, Y/n? I am nothing compared to the man you want and deserve. You're 23, many men will just” he stared at you, taking in your curves once more before his eyes lay on your lips.

“How do you think I feel about you? God, Dean. You don’t think I notice the way girls act when you walk into a room? Yeah, I am 23. I am more immature than the type of woman you're looking for and I got nothing on those other girls! So, of course, I’m jealous who wouldn't be?! You're fucking attractive.” You sighed as the Winchester watched you intently before striding towards you.

“You know, it’s such a turn on when you get jealous.” You jabbed him softly as he mumbled against your hair “Baby, I don’t care about those other girls. Yeah, the age gap made me feel old-“

“Well, don't worry. I don't care. I am inexperienced at everything I do” You roll your eyes as he laughs.

He leans a little to pick you up as your legs soon wrap around his torso “The other girls have got nothing on you.” He hoisted you against the wall causing a moan to come out of you as he proceeded to kiss your neck while gripping your thighs.

He shoved everything off the square table as he spread you on top of it as he left a trail of kisses from your neck to your inner thighs, you could feel the burning sensation between your legs, aching to feel him inside you, as you stopped him so you could take off his shirt. “Hey just so you know, the guys my age cannot take on you.” You reached for him as your fingers stroked the soft stubble on his face as you kissed him.

“Ah, I’ve been dreaming this for a while now.” He let out a groan as you discarded his belt before unzipping his pants. You looked up as his verdant eyes dimmed into a tint you had never seen before. You lay back on the cold table surface as you felt him eventually enter you as you threw your head back in pleasure. He pulled your face closer, “I want to see your eyes on me as you come screaming my name.” He smirked as he lay a kiss on your lips.

He thrusted one final time as you felt your climax come as you covered your mouth attempting to suppress your moans, he tugged your hand away as you cried out his name as he soon followed, holding onto you.

You were laying on his chest while he stroked your hair, “So, are we done with the jealous game?” You perked up at the green orbs looking back.

“Yeah, baby girl.” He smiled as he kissed your cheek before you straddle on him, as he grinned in surprise.

“What?” You noticed the smirk growing on his face as you kissed him on the neck, hearing his moans, as they got louder you biton his skin.

“Just had to make my mark.” You sat on his lap as he laughed, his hand rested under your upper thigh.

He pulled you down as he kissed your neck leaving hickeys on your neck.

“Dean…” you moaned.

“Baby, if you keep moaning my name like that I would need to take you for round 4…” He smirked as you both kissed one last time, savouring the taste of each other.

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