#john winchester x you

[naughtyneganjdm]

A Bargain

Summary: You're called to watch over John Winchester when Dean and Sam need to run to get supplies. A simple task turns into an erotic one when you realize that John is possessed by Azazel and he's willing to give you with John what you always wanted.

Characters: John Winchester, Azazel & the reader (OC, second person). 

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50846386

Warnings: 18+, Swearing, smut, rough sex, a moment of potential non-con, some dubious consent, blood play, no use of Y/N, etc.

Notes: This is pretty much pure smut. I wanted to do something Halloween related and I was inspired by @jdmorganz gif-set that was made of John Winchester as yellow eyes, so I ran with it. I hope you like it!

Lightening flashed from the night sky flooding the area around you. A big boom of thunder followed while you sat in your truck waiting outside the small cabin that Dean and Sam had brought John to after they had found him. It was pouring outside and you wondered if you were going to make your move. It had been a long time since you had seen John. It was after a job went wrong and John let you know how disappointed he was in you. He didn’t hold back and it had separated the two of you. As a hunter yourself, you had worked with Dean and John on countless occasions. You were closer to Dean’s age, but you had always found yourself attracted to John. Call it a crush, call it whatever you want, but that’s what made it hurt so much more when he laid into you for a simple mistake.

Tapping your fingers against the steering wheel, you knew that Dean had called you to specifically ask you for this favor so they could gather some things for their plans tonight. Dean stressed you were one of the only people that he could trust. And after some begging you agreed to it, but you just hadn’t made it there yet. Hell, you wished you hadn’t agreed to all of this.

Another flash of lightening filled the sky causing you to huff. It was now or never. Getting out of the truck, you weren’t quick to get to the small, broken-down cabin. It looked like something that should have been condemned. You understood why they were staying there, but you really contemplated on the walk up if you wanted to be there to begin with. By the time you knocked on the door and Dean opened the door, you knew there was no way out of this at this point.

Just watch John.

That was the only request. Keep him safe. And then Dean and Sam were gone leaving you alone in the cabin. Apparently, John was in the back bedroom sleeping. He had been found tortured and tied up is what they told you. You really should have just stayed in the front part of the cabin, but curiosity got the best of you.

Stepping in front of the door that was partially opened, you looked inside to see that John was laid out across the center of the bed on his back. Carefully pulling open the door, you stepped into the room and moved in beside the bed to stare down at him. Cussing out, one step caused the floorboards to squeak. It worried you that it would wake John, but it didn’t. You were thankful for that.

There was a chair at the side of the bed where you imagined one of the boys was sitting beside John to watch over him earlier. Lowering down into the chair, you watched the rhythmic motion of John’s chest rising and falling while he slept. Gazing over him made your chest hurt. Seeing John hurt always bothered you. You hated to see him get this way. It was part of what made working with him so hard for you. John didn’t care about what he did to himself, but you did. You never wanted John to die because you were selfish and cared about him so much. His death missions all in the name of Mary always broke you.

Extending your hand out, you brushed your fingers in over his bruised knuckles finding yourself caught up in the emotions that you had for John in the past. At first your touch was faint, but soon you palmed your hand in over the top of his.

“Trouble,” John’s raspy voice whispered causing you to jump when he spoke the name that he called you when you worked together in the past. His fingers linked with yours and you felt your heartbeat skipping in your chest. Licking his lips, John’s eyebrows furrowed and he sighed. “What are you doing here?”

“Doing a favor for Dean. He wanted me to watch you while him and Sam gathered some supplies,” you answered, going to pull your hand away, but John’s fingers linked tighter with yours keeping you where you were. John’s long eyelashes fluttered and he grimaced when he pulled himself up into a seated position with his back pressed up against the headboard.

“Come here,” John urged you patting the side of the bed and you tipped your head to the side. Getting up from the chair, you did as he asked and lowered down to sit on the bed with him. Your lips parted when his rough fingertips caressed in over the side of your face. A gentle tender touch from John? That wasn’t normal. “Where have you been?”

“Off the grid,” you answered not wanting to show too much of a physical response to having him touch you like that. “I took some time to myself after our last job together.”

“Oh,” his lips parted, his eyebrow arching before nodding his head. “I guess that explains a lot.”

“What do you mean?” you wondered, but it was followed by his eyebrows bouncing up and he shook his head.

“Nothing,” he used his free hand to reach up to brush his thick hair back. “You’ve just been hard to find.”

“I didn’t think you cared,” you breathed out, lowering your head away from him hearing his breathing change. “You made it pretty clear how you felt about me the last time we saw each other.”

“I may have overdone it,” John uttered, his body sliding forward on the bed toward yours. His index finger curled underneath your chin to get you to look up at him. With his hazel eyes locked on yours, you felt a breath catching in your throat. John had never looked at you like that before. “I made a mistake. The last thing I wanted was you running away.”

“Stop,” you lifted your hand to place it over his trying to urge it away from your face. “Don’t do that. I told you how I felt that night and you blew me off. You don’t care where I’ve been. Just go back to bed. I’ll watch over you until Sam and Dean get back. Then we can go back to pretending to not know one another.”

Gasping out, you felt John’s fingers curling around the back of your neck to pull you to him. Forcefully his lips captured yours. A surprised whimper escaped your lips when he kissed you over and over again. At first you were tense against the caress, but with ease fell into the kiss. Your eyes came to a close as you kissed him back. After years of having feelings for John, this was something you always wanted, but he never gave in. No matter how many hints you gave to him or even after you told him how you felt.

“What are you doing?” you breathed against his lips when you managed to have the strength of pull back just enough. John’s grasp was still strong on the back of your neck, keeping you close enough to have the warmth of his breath over yours.

“What I should have done then,” he nibbled at your bottom lip, giving it a small tug with his teeth. His tongue swept over the inside of your bottom lip drawing you to cry out into his mouth. Meeting him this time in another kiss, you cherished the warmth of his lips over yours. Each kiss had you surrendering more to him, leaning in closer to him while his rough fingertips traced down over your arm. Chills flooded down your spine with his fingers sinking into your hair. “You’re so beautiful.”

“John,” you purred out his name feeling him crawling in over you, urging you back against the bed when he made his way over you. Bracing his weight, John lowered down, his tongue brushing between your lips. Returning the gesture, your hips arched up toward him when he settled himself between your thighs.

“I love you,” he breathed out against your lips, his mouth tampering off over your jawline and over the side of your neck. Palming up and over John’s back toward his neck helped pull you back and away from him. Your eyes locked on his seeing that his pupils were dilated and his lips parted while he breathed heavily. “What?”

“Who are you?” you tried pulling yourself out from beneath John feeling the weight of him getting heavier over you when he attempted to keep you there. “You’re not him.”

“I don’t understand,” he looked frustrated with you when you managed to muster up the strength to push him from over you onto his back. “I’m just telling you what you want to hear. Aren’t I?”

“John would never say that. He’s only loved one woman in his life. He stressed that to me the last time he talked to me,” you reminded him and it made John roll his eyes. Standing up from the bed, you stared down at John and saw his hazel eyes slowly lifting to meet yours. “There is no chance that he would even say that to appease me.”

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” John mumbled, his fingers outstretching, his dimples sinking in when he appealed to your emotions. “Come on Trouble. I know how you feel about me. And I feel for you too. I have since the moment I laid eyes on you.”

“Of course this is what I wanted, but you’re not John. He wouldn’t touch me like that. He wouldn’t tell me that he loves me,” you stressed feeling your body trembling wondering who you had just made out with knowing that there was no chance in hell that it was John. “I’m calling the boys.”

“Stop,” he called out as you made your way for the door. Instead of listening, you kept for the door only to watch the door slam shut with a thud on its own. The lights flickered causing goosebumps to press in over your arms and you looked over your shoulder. “I said stop.”

Attempting to run for the door, you felt an invisible force throwing your body against the wall as John stood up from the bed. With a wince, you dropped your head back feeling the pressure over your body growing stronger.

“You don’t want it to be the romantic way, fine. I’ll do it the way that Johnny Boy fancies to do with you,” John’s head was down when he approached you. Slowly, his head raised and you felt the fear flood your veins when the yellow eyes met yours. “Here I am trying to be nice, but no, you want the asshole as he is.”

“It’s you,” you hissed out trying with all your might to get out of the hold that he had on you. “How did you do this?”

“It was easy actually,” the demon controlling John spoke with ease, his words coming out in a slur as he slowly approached you. “But yes. It’s me. The name is Azazel. But right now you can still refer to me as John.”

Once he was before you, his arm lowered down and his palm started to caress up over the inside of your thigh. Hissing out, you tried to pull at your body, but the force he had over you was just too strong. Once his palm centered in over between your thighs, you bit down on your bottom lip and winced, “Stop.”

“Why?” he stepped forward, his yellow eyes glowing amongst the minimal amount of light that was filtering into the room that you were in. The air was cold making the warmth that John’s body had near yours feel all the more welcoming, but you hated it considering this was John’s biggest enemy in control of his body. “John wants this you know. I’m letting that part of him control this. God, you should have felt the excitement fill him when I opened my eyes Trouble.”

“Don’t call me that,” you warned letting out a scoff when his palm slid up over the lengths of your abdomen, under your shirt that you were wearing to cup your breast in John’s large palm.

“We’re sharing this body Trouble. I’m just allowing the darkest parts of John to finally do what he’s wanted since he first saw you. Yeah, maybe I exaggerated on the love part, but he wants to fuck you raw,” he slurred nipping at your jawline and peppering kisses over your flesh. “I can feel it deep within me that he wants you. I can give him the strength to finally allow him to give into temptation. Even touching you like this has his cock hard.”

“You’re not him,” you turned your head away when he went to kiss you and Azazel smiled. The way he was talking was nothing like John would. His voice was deeper, almost wicked and his expression more amused.

“I am. He’s in here with me and he’s wanted this for so fucking long. To have those pretty little lips of yours wrapped around his cock. Having those innocent eyes looking up at him while he fucked your throat,” he slurred, his words coming out harsher than you pictured John would sound. “For so long he’s wanted to sink into that tight little pussy of yours. In fact, John is quite the pervert. On many occasions when the two of you were sharing a room, he would let you take a shower first and spy on you. And then after you were done, he would jerk off in the shower thinking about you. Afraid to act on his deepest desires because he didn’t want to hurt you.”

“I…” you breathed out thinking about what was being said knowing that in the past you had wondered if you had witnessed John spying on you several times while you were in the shower. You just had hoped it was wishful thinking and you could see the smirk that pressed in over John’s features. It was still the yellow eyes that chilled you right to the core. Looking down, you watched his fingers pulling at the button in your pants getting it open. After he managed to get the zipper apart, his hand dipped beneath the material and you felt the warmth of his hand palming in over your body. Closing your eyes, you sucked in a sharp breath and knew that you shouldn’t be feeling the things that you were. “Stop.”

“You don’t want this to stop,” he evoked, his long, slender fingers drawing back and forth over the length of your sex. Biting into your bottom lip, you forced your eyes open and connected your eyes with the yellow glow of the ones before you. “This is John’s meat suit after all and I’m only acting on the actions he wish he could do himself. Consider this my one gift for him. Which I think is pretty nice after all the hell he’s put me through.”

Clenching your fists, you felt his fingertips caressing over your clitoris in circular motions. Involuntarily a whimper fell from your throat and he smiled in response, “See, you like the way that this feels. It’s everything you’ve ever wanted.”

“Please…” you gasped out when his fingers found their way between your thighs, a single finger pushing into your warmth, drawing slowly back and then forward. “It’s John that I want.”

“And this is what John wants too,” he insisted, an amused expression flooding in over his features when he pressed another finger into you. Allowing a buildup, he eventually had his fingers pumping away inside of you and you were crying out with the way that he was doing it. A forced ripped your shirt from your body and you tried to focus yourself, but it felt so good with his fingers touching you the way that they were. Stepping in closer to you, he pressed his forehead against yours, the warmth of his breath drawing chills over your skin. Every plunge of his fingers inside of you had your hips shaking against him wanting that friction. “You want to come so bad Trouble.”

Biting down on your bottom lip harder, you felt a rush flooding toward your head and you cried out. Right when it felt like you were about to come, the movement stopped and the fingers went stagnant inside of you, “You still want me to stop?”

Too embarrassed to answer with words, you shook your head and heard the entertained rumble of a laugh that followed. Once you gave him the answer, his fingers went back at a harder pace working to lead you up to your orgasm. Soft moans were falling from your throat when John’s fingers worked to get the bra from your body. His lips covered your breast as soon as he tugged the material off and tossed it aside. Circling his tongue around your nipple made you arch forward toward him when he suckled at the flesh. Your hips were rocking at the movements of his fingers while he had you pinned against the wall. You wanted to touch John, but you couldn’t because that invisible force had your wrists pressed against the wall firmly. Panting, you could feel your heart hammering inside of your chest when he went to the other breast to pamper it the way he had before. Pulling his head back, he noticed that your thighs were shaking and your moans grew louder when he brought you to your orgasm.

Trembling where he had you, you saw the yellow eyes enamored with you while he gazed over your body, “Let’s make a bargain.”

“No,” you shook your head hearing him laugh when you could barely mutter those words.

“I give you John. I told you this is something that he wants. Manipulate his mind enough so that he thinks that this is a moment just between the two of you. Finally allow him to have the gusto to give you what he’s always wanted,” he began, his smile expanding when he stepped back. Pulling the button-down shirt from his arms, he tossed it aside and then reached for the t-shirt that John was wearing to pull it from his body. It was an attempt to tease you. He knew how you felt for John and parading John’s body around like this was the best way for him to do it. Your throat went dry glancing over John’s beautiful body. Standing before you shirtless, he shrugged his shoulders. Gasping out, you felt your body being pulled from the wall only to be forced before him on your knees. Tipping his head to the side, he dragged his fingers out over the belt while you stared up at him with big eyes. Unhooking the belt had your lips parting and you felt like the room was spinning around you with how hot it was making you. “Then you owe me.”

“I won’t hurt John or the boys,” you declared with a shake of your head and a laugh followed.

“Oh, I know you wouldn’t,” he slurred, clicking his tongue against the top of his mouth. “I wouldn’t ask that of you. No. It’s much simpler than that. You just can’t say no when the time comes.”

Your lips parted, your throat going dry when he began to open John’s pants revealing the dark curls of hair that were showing just above the top of his boxers that he had on. Pushing his fingers into the waistband had the material tugging at John’s flesh revealing the thick base of John’s cock. It made your mouth water at the sight until the material pulled down completely causing John’s erection to bounce free from behind the prison of the cotton. John’s cock was thick with prominent veins over the shaft. The swollen tip was red with precum developing at the tip and it made your mouth water at the sight.

“John has this stored away and he’s such a fucking tight ass,” he muttered, curling his fingers around John’s length drawing attention to how big it was in comparison to his large palm wrapped around it. “You think he would enjoy himself a little bit.”

“Only if you leave and it’s fully John will I agree to this,” you noticed the way that the demon was gazing over John’s length as if he was admiring it in that moment. “I want him, not you.”

“Now, I can’t leave him completely. That’s a no-no, but I promise you it will be him. I just get a ticket to the show. I get to watch it without being in charge,” he assured you with an amused smirk, his fingers hooking into your hair drawing you close to John’s body. Dragging the swollen tip of John’s cock against your full, wet lips had a wetness flooding to your core. “That’s the best I can do. But it will be him,” he tapped his cock against your lips making you part them. Extending your tongue out slightly had him groaning out when you dragged it out across the tip collecting the taste of him. “What do you say?”

Grasping your jaw between his thumb and index finger had your eyes locked on his, “Give in to what you want beautiful.”

Everything inside of you wanted this and he knew that. It was just the fear of what he wanted from you that worried you. With a nod of your head, you gave into him hearing his faint, raspy laugh follow. Sweeping his thumb across your bottom lip, he gave you a nod and sighed, “Good girl. Too bad, I would have liked doing this for myself. But I guess John gets something nice for once.”

John’s eyes closed tightly, his fingers squeezing firmly around your jawline when he let out a long exhale. John’s eyes fluttered to an open and they were no longer the yellow, but his beautiful hazel eyes. Once John’s eyes focused on yours, something changed in his features and he sank his fingers into your hair. Lowering down, his lips hovered over yours teasing you with the idea of kissing you.

“You were a bad girl abandoning me Trouble,” John slurred, his bottom lip skimming over yours drawing you up further on your knees.

“John?” you muttered hearing him tsk and give you a small nod. “I guess you should punish me for it then.”

“You’re going to have to work hard for daddy to begin to forgive you,” John’s voice was back to normal, his eyebrows furrowing when he forcefully kissed you. Purring out against his flesh, you parted your lips and allowed his tongue to brush against yours. Sucking faintly at John’s tongue had his raspy moan vibrating against your lips and you purred when he pulled away. John pushed his fingers into his jeans to get them down to his ankles before caressing over his rigid manhood. “Come here baby girl…”

Leading you to his length, John curled his finger underneath your chin to bring you to the tip where you pressed faint kisses. Parting your lips, you took John into your mouth and swept your tongue around the ridges of the tip. It had him licking his lips and exhaling loudly, but he didn’t take his hazel eyes off of you. Taking him further into your mouth, you made sure to drag your tongue out against his flesh. John allowed you to bob your head over his length in slow drawn-out motions at first. With each motion, his fingers snaked tighter into your hair. Your hands were caressing up and over his hips, feeling the muscles flexing beneath your touch. Snaking your hands around him, you squeezed at his small bottom hearing him sigh while you grasped tightly to his flesh. There was a yearning in John’s eyes that drove you to want to please him as well as you could.

John started to control the movements of your head while you took his thick cock into your mouth again and again. Gagging, wet sounds filled the room with the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat while he fucked your mouth. His toned hips rocked toward your mouth, his eyes hooked on you while he had his way with you.

“Enough,” John whispered, pulling you away from his throbbing length. A went line of saliva went from the tip to your full lips. Catching your breath, you felt John pulling you up to him like you weighed nothing. Falling in against his chest, you curled your fingers around his shoulders and dug your fingertips into his flesh. “Tell me you want this.”

“I want this,” you repeated what he asked of you and that wasn’t a lie. John licked his lips, curling his fingers around the back of your neck. Pushing you forward, he had you falling in against the bed face first. Clinging to the old comforter, you curled your fingers around the material and heard John getting to his knees behind you. Closing your eyes, you purred out when you felt him kissing over the back of your thighs. “John.”

“You have no idea how many nights I wanted to do this. With you cuddled up to me at night when we could only get one bed,” John reminded you of some of your cases where you ended up in motels where one bed was all you could get together. “I’d wake up with a hard on and just assumed you never wanted this. Now that I know, I’m going to make sure you never forget this.”

Closing your eyes, you cried out when John started going down on you. His tongue flicking out between your sensitive folds, dragging his tongue out over the flesh. Slurping faintly had you rocking your hips back toward him. Wincing, you felt him pulling back to spank firmly over your ass before squeezing at your fleshy bottom. Staying still, you enjoyed the way it felt with him testing the flesh. Another smack over your bottom had your hips bouncing forward, but he pulled you back to him. Pushing at the flesh helped reveal your hole to him and his tongue lapped at it before sucking. It had you squeezing harder at the comforter when his tongue pushed at your entrance. After a few firm strokes of his tongue, he pulled back with a wet sound, his fingers replacing his tongue while he pumped them inside of you, getting you prepared for him. His lips latched onto your clitoris, circling his tongue around the small bundle of nerves. It had you pressing up on your toes, your cries growing louder. Wet sounds filled the tiny, decrepit room from the talent his mouth was unleashing on you.

“John,” you reached back with one of your hands managing to sink your fingers into his dark hair. John’s moan vibrated against your flesh. Your thighs started to tremble uncontrollably again and it made you want to crawl forward on the bed, but John’s strong grasp kept you where you were when he got you to another orgasm. When he was satisfied, he got up on his knees behind you on the bed. Digging his fingers into your flesh had you purring out when you looked over your shoulder to see him stroking over his erection. The sound of John spitting was heard and you felt the warmth of it sliding down over your bottom. “Please.”

“You’ve waited this long, you can hold on just a second longer,” John assured her, using the tip of his cock to collect his spit. Tracing it back and forth over the length of your sex had you shaking. He was teasing you and god was it working. You were wet. You were shivering. Your pussy was throbbing. “It’s going to hurt Trouble.”

“You’re worth it,” you assured him seeing the faint smirk tug at his bruised features. With a nod, John led the tip toward your entrance. His eyes were focused on what he was doing when he pushed his hips forward. Crying out, you knew that you couldn’t pull away when his girthy length started to fill you. The stretching feeling hurt at first. He wasn’t kidding. Biting harder at your lip, you reached around to wrap your fingers around his wrist, while the other braced yourself against the bed.

“You’ve got this. You’ve taken a lot worse Trouble. You can take daddy’s big, fat cock,” John coached you pushing forward until he filled you to the brim. It had you wincing and crying out at the sensation, but he stayed put allowing you to feel every inch of him in that moment. Another smack filled the air when he spanked at your bottom no doubt leaving a mark. “You feel so good. So tight.”

“Please,” you begged for movement, but he wasn’t giving it. Not yet. He wanted you to squirm on his cock and you were. It had your hips pulling forward, but when it did, he would pull you back to keep you put. “John, please fuck me. Please.”

“You got it baby,” John hushed you starting to pull his hips back in slow movements before plunging his hips forward. Every forward, wet smack had you mewling out grasping onto whatever you could. Every thrust grew in strength and speed. Before you knew it, he was pounding into you driving you forward with how hard his thrusts really were inside of you. But the addictive sensation of the swollen tip rubbing against your g-spot had the room spinning around you.

“John, I’m gonna come,” you squealed out, your hips forcing forward as the wet sound of you coming filled the small area and a shocked breath fell from John’s throat. Tracing his fingers over the length of your pussy had you shaking and he was back inside of you again before you could even catch your breath. “John.”

Whimpering out, you crawled forward, but so did he, not allowing you to pull from his cock. Pressing into your shoulders had you lowered down against the bed. Pressing your legs together, he crawled in over you with his knees at your sides. The strength his hands had on your hips was strong and it would certainly bruise with how hard he was holding onto your flesh.

“You squirt?” John slurred, his groin smacking up against your ass while he continued his thrusts inside of you. Having your legs closed like this tightened everything up for you and him allowing you to feel every ridge of him inside of you. “You lucky girl. Or maybe I’m the lucky one.”

Squeaks from the old bed were surrounding the two of you with the headframe smacking up against the wall. It made you wonder if this old bed could even handle this. A whine fell from your throat when John’s thumb circle your other hole. You cried out his name when he pushed forward, allowing his thumb to enter the tightness of it while he fucked you. It was a strange feeling, but you allowed it enjoying the way it felt. Right now it felt like John was making it known you were his in every way possible and you couldn’t complain. You wanted to be.

Wincing out, you felt John lowering in over you. His right arm wrapped around your shoulder, his nose burying against the side of your neck while his left arm braced against the bed. Repeatedly his hips smacked up against your bottom with his length filling you in powerful strokes.

“Don’t stop,” you begged, turning your head enough to meet his lips in a wet kiss. His moans vibrated against your lips when you felt your body tensing up again. “Please. I’m going to come again.”

“Squirt?” John rumbled against your lips and his hips were smacking up against your bottom showing his dominance and strength in his movements. Squeezing your eyes shut, your heart hammered in your chest and John bit at your bottom lip. You were almost certain it broke the flesh, but you were too focused on your orgasm that he was chasing to care. A proud rumble fell from his throat when you came again, crawling up further toward the top of the bed when his big cock pulled from your body and rest over your bottom. Your body shook and you felt John caress over your shoulders trying to soothe you. “Good girl.”

“I want you to ride me honey, can you do that?” John questioned, pulling himself to the edge of the bed reaching for you to pull you with him. It didn’t really give you much of an option when he pulled you over him. Hooking your arms around his shoulders, you tried to brace yourself over his body knowing that you were still shaking. Reaching between the two of you, you grabbed a firm hold of John’s body and led it back into you. Having your eyes hooked on his felt so much more intimate than all that happened before. “Just like that.”

John praised you with every movement, his kisses over your jawline urging you on further. Your fingers sank into the curls at the bottom of his neck. His hair was wet, his hands clasped to your hips helping your movements over him.

“We should have done this from the start,” he slurred, his words vibrating against your lips. Squeezing over your bottom had him smacking over it again before pulling you in closer against his chest to keep that close contact. “We could have been soaking the sheets of all the motels we stayed at.”

“I didn’t know I could do that until you,” you reasoned with John, your body feeling weak while you tried to roll your hips over his length in a way that had his eyes rolling back. John braced his hands back against the bed while you had your way with him. “If I would have known your cock was so big, I would have been taking advantage from the start.”

“Stand up,” John ordered and you didn’t know if you could, but you got up and moved to your feet. Your legs were like Jell-O when John led you over toward the mirror that was cracked at the other side of the room. Forcing you to face the mirror, John moved in behind you. Grabbing your hips the way he needed, he adjusted his body and entered you standing. The smacking of his hips was almost immediate, his right hand reaching around you to circle his rough fingertips around your clitoris.

John rest his chin against your shoulder, his nose nuzzling against the side of your neck. Rasp moans filled your ears watching him smile against your flesh, “I want you to watch me fucking you…I want you to see what this is doing for both of us.”

“You’re so big,” you whined looking down to see his cock plunging into you again and again. Going balls deep with almost every thrust. Falling forward, your hand braced over the center of the mirror. A wince fell from your throat when you cut yourself. You should have cared more than you did. The moment was just so euphoric for you that you didn’t want it to stop. You were quickly approaching another orgasm, and you needed it so bad. “Please…please…”

“Yes ma’am,” John whispered keeping up with his movements, the wet plunges of his cock drawing you up on your tip toes. You never wanted his cock to leave you at this point with how good he was making you feel. It should have bothered you that he was still possessed by Azazel, but you didn’t care. In that moment at least. Crying out his name over and over again, you had John kissing you to silence some of your cries when the wet sound of you coming again filled the room when it covered the floor. John stayed still in the moment, his arm curling around your waist. You could barely stand up on your own. You were weak covered in a layer of sweat. John’s nose nuzzled against your flesh and he would pepper faint kisses over the side of your neck.

“My turn now,” John felt you reaching around to sink your fingers into his wet hair. Dragging his palm across your breasts, he teased his fingers over them and squeezed over them possessively. Leading you over toward the bed, he let you lay down in the middle of it. Crawling in over you, he stole kiss after kiss from your lips while he got situated. Flicking his tongue out over yours had you clinging to his sweaty body. Lining his cock up with your entrance, he rolled his hips up and entered you in a fluid movement. It had your head tipping back, your lips parting while he had his eyes hooked on yours. “Good girl. You’ve done so good.”

John’s thrusts were slow this time. It was more sensual, drawn out. Every drag back and push forward felt incredible. After all your orgasms, everything was so much more enhanced and he was loving every second of it. It had him smiling over you, his right hand caressing over the side of your face as if he was cherishing the moment. Stroking down over the sides of his body, you found yourself addicted to the sensation of the friction of his groin rubbing up against your clit. It felt phenomenal and you never wanted it to end.

Noticing that your hand was bleeding, John reached for it and kissed over your palm. It surprised you when his tongue collected the blood from your flesh, his eyes closing tightly when he did it. You wondered if that was John or Azazel, but you didn’t question it. Pulling John to you, your mouth claimed his and you tasted the metallic taste of your blood still lingering over his lips. It was shocking at first, but you kept kissing him. You didn’t want this to end.

“I’m going to fill you with my cum, are you okay with that?” John questioned, his lips hovering over yours when your palm squeezed in over his bottom enjoying the way it flexed beneath your grasp. “You want me to leave your pussy dripping with my cum? My balls are so full baby. I can feel em’ tightening up. I’m so close.”

“Please,” you whimpered, grasping harder at his ass, urging him closer to you so he knew that he could lose himself inside of you. John’s lips were over yours, his winces becoming closer together. His thrust were sloppier, his cock twitching inside of you and you used the power that you still had to thrust your hips up toward him. “You’re perfect John, in every way possible.”

“You really do love me, don’t you?” John slurred, his hazel eyes locked on yours when you felt your throat tensing up. With a nod, you didn’t know whether to be embarrassed about it or not when he nuzzled his nose in against yours. John’s moans grew louder, his forehead pressing against yours when you felt him aching. The first line of his cum spurt out inside of you. Clinging tightly to him, you loved the sensation it gave you. Just having his throbbing manhood twitching inside of you was euphoric. Addictive would be a good way to explain it. And it turned you on when he continued to pump you full of his cum. Along with his moans, you felt hotter than you ever had before. You met his thrusts wanting him deep inside of you when he came. Once he was done, he rolled his hips a few more times and lowered down in over you. Peppering kisses over your lips, John groaned out and looked down between you. An amused breath fell from his throat, his eyes seemingly in awe of the way some of his release escaped you dripping down his balls. “Amazing.”

“You’re amazing,” you whispered, nuzzling your nose in against his. Stroking your fingers through his wet hair, you found yourself getting comfortable with him growing soft inside of you, but you didn’t care. From everything that happened, you found yourself drawn most to the closeness of the two of you after everything. “I’m sorry I forced my feelings on you.”

“I’ve always cared about you Trouble,” he stroked his fingers down over the side of your face. His words coming out in a whisper. “I was just so afraid of hurting you and for that I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. So much time was wasted with us.”

“I’m sorry too,” you hushed him, finding yourself in awe with John cuddling his head in against the side of your neck. After a few moments of cuddling up to him, you heard the disgusted groan follow and you felt a chill flood your body. When John’s body pulled back and away from you, you felt some of his cum dripping down your inner thighs. John’s hazel eyes were now yellow again when he walked around the small room to reach for his boxers. Your eyes still lingered on his semi-erect cock that bounced with the movements.

“It was sexy and hot up until the end there when you both had to get so fucking gushy on one another,” Azazel scoffed, pulling the material up and over John’s hips. Reaching for John’s jeans, he was pulling them up his hips before tossing your clothes to you to get dressed. “The boys are almost back and you need to get dressed. The last thing they need to see is their father in the aftermath from fucking their friend. Now don’t get any wild ideas about telling the boys what you know. That’s where our deal comes in.”

“What do you mean?” you pulled your body up further watching John move throughout the room.

“It means you leave this house once Sam and Dean return. You say nothing. You get in your truck, you don’t look back,” he ordered drawing you to let out a frustrated breath. “You disobey me and I kill them all. Do you understand?”

“Just like that?” you huffed and he nodded, his eyebrows bouncing up.

“Just like that,” he repeated with a firm nod of his head. “And if you love John, you will do it because you know I’m capable of snapping his neck like it’s nothing. Same with the boys. I gave you what you wanted, now it’s time to follow up on my request. Get dressed.”

“You destroyed my shirt,” you reminded him hearing the scoff that followed when he pushed through the drawers that were there. When he found something, he tossed it at you and you huffed loudly. Getting dressed, you felt awkward that your moment was stolen so quickly right out from under you with John by Azazel. Once you were dressed, you found yourself standing before John again when he pulled the shirt in over his arms. “You didn’t let me say goodbye.”

“I didn’t promise you a goodbye,” he reminded you with a shake of his head, a smirk tugging at his lips. “I promised you less than what you got. Enjoy what you have. Plus, I gave you something else that you are going to enjoy having in the future.”

“What does that mean?” you scoffed seeing the wicked smirk that followed when he shook his head. “Let me say goodbye.”

“No,” he snorted, the yellow eyes growing fiercer when he dragged his tongue across his bottom lip.

“Please,” you begged hearing his groan follow.

“I must feel sorry for you. Or maybe it’s my emotions getting mixed with John’s here, but fine,” he scowled, his head tipping to the side while he looked down at you. “This is your last request that I’m accepting. After that, you need to piss off.”

A wince fell from John’s throat when the yellow faded from his eyes and he looked down to see that you were dressed again. Stepping forward, you pressed your hand to the side of his face and saw the confusion in John’s eyes, “I need to say goodbye.”

“You’re leaving?” John frowned, his hands settling at your hips, his forehead pressing to yours. “You just came back into our lives. Now you’re going to be gone again so soon?”

“I hope to see you again soon,” you whispered finding your heart skipping a beat when John urged you back to meet his lips in a tender, passionate kiss. Maybe the I love you was something you would never get, but this tenderness was something you would never expect from John and you liked it. “I love you, John.”

“I know you do,” John whispered, his nose nuzzling against yours. Right when you cuddled your head up against his, you heard the gagging sound follow when Azazel pulled away, his yellow eyes showing again. He cringed and shook his body in disgust. “The romantics. You’re all gonna make me throw up with all the tenderness.”

“You’re an asshole,” you scoffed causing John’s head to bob about in an arrogant fashion.

“I know,” Azazel breathed out in a slur, his yellow eyes narrowing out at you. “I’m going to go lay down on that bed and if you truly love John, you will keep your mouth shut because the only chance he has at surviving is if you don’t say shit. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll do exactly what I asked of you. You know what I’m capable of.”

With a frown, you heard the sound of the door opening and watched Azazel lower his head back against the pillows that you originally found him sleeping against earlier. Dean walked into the room and you were almost frozen in contemplation. Maybe you lingered too long, but you kept up your end of the bargain. You believed Azazel when he told you that he would kill them.

Getting in the truck to leave was the hardest thing you had to do. Pretending nothing happened, lying to the boy’s faces and not knowing the fate of what would happen to the man you loved and cared for? It was devastating. But you didn’t want to be the thing that brought about the end to three people you cared greatly for. So you did the one thing you could do. You left with the final memory you shared with John lingering fresh in your mind.

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[mystra-midnight]

Dirty Little Secret

summary: he swore that when you bent over to scoop the car keys from the coffee table, he'd been able to see up your skirt and straight to your damn cervix.

warnings: 18+ only. thigh riding. age gap; (reader is in their 20's, john's in his 40's) pet names; (sweetheart, pretty girl). public setting. john's a bit pervy here.

words: 985.

notes: was fishing for ideas with a friend on mine on snapchat and this came about. john winchester + age gap + thigh riding in the impala = a damn good time.

“We could get arrested.”

"That's a risk I'm willing to take."

Your skin tasted like sweat as he ran his tongue up the side of your neck, leaving a fat, wet stripe behind. His hands grabbed your hips frantically while you crawled into his lap, your legs falling into position around his thigh while the steering wheel nudged roughly at the small of your back. Under time constraints, he was in a hurry, bunching your skirt around your waist so that he could pull your thong to the side and push his thigh firmly against your mound.

Beer—that had been his excuse to be alone with you. He'd tagged along to make sure you got the good kind and not the cheap shit you usually bought. It was a lie—a bold-faced, fucking lie. He had to get away from the boys and get you alone because you were wearing the smallest, tightest skirt he'd ever fucking seen. He swore that when you bent over to scoop the car keys from the coffee table, he'd been able to see up your skirt and straight to your damn cervix.

You mewled into his mouth when your lips crashed with a myriad of licks and bites. It was dirty. God, it was so dirty but so fucking hot. This was John—fucking—Winchester, the father of your two best friends. It was their father you were dry-humping in the parking lot of a grocery store. Anyone could notice the foggy windows. Anyone could peer inside. Anyone could get a glimpse of your bare backside, the slick dripping down the inside of your thighs, and the wet patch on his jeans.

You couldn't find it in yourself to care when he pushed his hands up your shirt and yanked down the cups of your bra, freeing your tits into his awaiting palms. He rolled his fingers over your nipples, chuckling faintly against your mouth when they pebbled into hardened peaks.

"Like me touching you like this, baby? I know you do, can feel how wet that pretty pussy is."

Your answering whine was enough to encourage him to touch you more, not that he needed the encouragement. Angling his hips to meet yours, John's thigh rubbed against your bare cunt as his erection pressed against yours. If given half a chance, he'd be fucking you right now—his dirty girl, old enough to be his daughter. He'd wanted you the moment Sam bought you home from college—not a lover but a very good friend—someone he trusted implicitly, someone who he loved and cared for and promised to never hurt—a sentiment you shared.

And yet here you were with his father in the front seat of a car that was parked in the grocery store parking lot of some backwater town, panting against his lips, licking all around his mouth, and grinding against his thigh like a desperate whore. There had been no preamble, no coquettish stares, and no hesitations. John had been staring at your thighs and how high the skirt rode, and you'd crawled into his lap. It was filthy how quickly you got turned on, and worse still, how quickly the knot of pleasure started to twist through your organs.

"John," you breathed his name in a sigh, your eyes closed and your breath heavy. "John, you're gonna make me cum if we don't stop." The thought of peeling yourself away from him was painful, leaving your heart thumping against your breastbone so hard you'd swear you heard it start to crack. You didn't want to stop, but you couldn't very well go back to the hotel looking like a cum-drunk whore. Dean would definitely notice, and he wasn't good at keeping secrets.

Pre-emptively, John grabbed your hips and pulled you roughly against him, smearing your slick along his dark denim until they were stained a darker shade. "That's the fucking point," he growled against your neck, right where he'd sucked a pink-purple bruise below your ear. You'd worry about it later, when his hand wasn't snaking between your bodies to find your throbbing clit.

The rough drag of his calloused fingers against your nub made you gasp. Your hands flew to his head, fingers burrowing deep in his salt and pepper hair, holding his mouth to yours as you whined low and long, the sound ripping up your spine, the back of your throat, and right out of your parted lips. You were already soaked, something that amused him.

"I gotta get you ready for tonight, pretty girl."

"T-tonight?"

It was hard to maintain a conversation with how he was touching you, playing you like a damn violin. You were putty in his hands, so fucking young, pretty, and eager to cum. John doubted you were thinking about anything else except for the fire that had settled in your veins—the way it made you moan too loudly, the way it made you move faster and faster, until the car was rocking on its wheels.

The steering wheel nudged your back again and again, leaving a perfect imprint bruised into your lower back, but you didn't care. John knew when you were getting close. Your thighs trembled, the grind of your hips faltering as the sharp zing of pleasure shot through you each time your lips caught on the rips in his jeans, each time he circled your clit only to change directions and go back without warning.

"That's right, sweetheart, tonight, when you sneak out of your room and into mine so I can fill that pretty pussy with my cum."

Those were the words that did you in. "m'comingmc'comingm'coming." You came with a muffled cry, words trailing together until neither of you could tell where one ended and the next began. His fingers never ceased their movements, helping you reach your peak and come tumbling down to earth like a freight train. "Oh, god."

"No, sweetheart. S’just John."

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[hannibals-favourite-meal]

Have a Holly Jolly Christmas

John Winchester x plus size reader

Christmas is just like any other day for John, but this year is different, his girlfriend has created a winter wonderland for him and his boys, but he won’t let her stay to celebrate

Warnings:  john is a shitty ass parent and boyfriend, angst (honestly Lou can’t you write a fluffy fic for once), insecure!reader, alcohol, fluff

WC: 3.1k

Square Filled: Grumpy during the holidays @spnchristmasbingo

Minors DNI

SPN Christmas Bingo

The low budget motel room had been completely decked out in Christmas decorations. Tinsel over all the lamps and beds, a small tree on the coffee table decorated in cheap bobbles, poorly wrapped presents sitting around it, and fairy lights all around the room. There was even a piece of mistletoe hanging over the doorway to the tiny bathroom and three stockings tapped up under the tv. 

Sam and Dean had gone feral when they walked in after school. Their little minds couldn’t comprehend all the lights and colours that you had hung up everywhere. They ran around, studying everything they could before their eyes landed on the arguably massive pile of presents. You had barely stopped the 8 and 4 year old in time before they ripped off the newspaper to get access to their goodies. 

And now, after gorging themselves on eggnog and Christmas cookies, they were passed out in your arms, Dean on the left and Sam on the right, their little hands linked across your plump stomach, sleeping peacefully for the first time in a while. You had only been in the boys’ life for a few months, John was extremely protective of them, not letting you meet them until you had been dating for a couple years, but already you knew they were your boys and you would do anything for them. And apparently, that entailed spoiling the shit out of them every chance you could. 

Sighing sadly, you looked up from where you had been watching them sleep, to the clock above the small kitchenette. It was well past midnight and yet, John still wasn’t home. You knew Christmas was a hard time for him though, so you just sucked it up and focused on the kids. 

“Kitty?” It was the nickname the boys had given you because John insisted it was rude for them to call you by your first name. Glancing down, you were met with wide green eyes, still glazed over with sleep. 

“What is it, Dean?” You whispered, mindful of the younger boy who was still dozing away, thumb tucked firmly between his lips. He sat up a bit so he could look you in the eye as a very serious expression came over his little face.

“Do you think dad is with Santa and that’s why he isn’t here?” Sometimes you forgot how truly young Dean was. He was forced to be so mature from such a young age, it was quite easy to not remember that he really was only eight. Cupping the back of his head, you gently guided him to lay down once more. He complied without a fight.

“Yeah that’s right. Your dad is helping Santa give out presents to all the little kids all over the world, but he’ll be back soon.” 

“Do you promise?”

You couldn’t help but smile. “I pinky promise.” His little pinky curled around your own before his eyes shut and he fell asleep once more. 

It was around four in the morning that you were able to slip from the bed. Carefully, you pulled your duffle bag from under the bed and grabbed the last few presents from it. Each was wrapped in colourful (and expensive) paper with bows and neat little tags. Some said ‘from Santa’ but the largest of the bunch you had labeled ‘from Dad’ with your best attempt at emulating your boyfriend’s handwriting.

The sky was turning a light grey with an impending snowstorm when you heard the impala turn into the motel’s parking lot. Quickly, you threw your clothes and toiletries in the now empty bag before pulling on your boots and coat. You finished zipping it up just as the man himself walked through the door. 

He had obviously been drinking if the stench of whiskey and smoke was anything to go by. But mostly, he just seemed tired. He was beat down, still fading bruises from his last hunt littered his arms and one of his eyes. “Thank you for staying with the boys.” He said it like you were just some babysitter and not his partner of the last three years.

You nodded at him. “It was no problem, you know how much I adore them.”

“Yeah.” He sighed in a way you knew he meant that he was done talking about it. “John?” He glanced at you but you could tell he wasn’t really looking at you or else he would have seen the heartbreak clearly written across your face.

“Just- just enjoy today. They need it, you need it. Forget the world for once and just be with your boys.” And with that, you kissed his scruffy cheek and walked away, planning on driving to Bobby’s to pick up another hunt. “Merry Christmas John.”

He didn’t even try to stop you.

Bobby handed you a beer as he walked back into his living room. Gratefully, you took it and downed half the bottle in one swig. “Woah, slow down there. Someone might think you were turning into me.”

“Har har.” You replied sarcastically and took another pull. Your legs were curled up under you on his couch as your eyes fixed on the small fire he had built up in the fireplace. He raised an eyebrow at you, taking his place in the worn recliner beside you.

“Thought you were with the Winchesters for Christmas?” 

“You know John, he doesn’t want anyone close to his boys, especially not me.” Your voice wavered with barely concealed tears. The ache in your chest had grown with each mile you drove away from them until you felt like someone had ripped out your heart by the time you had gotten to the scrap yard.

“I don’t get why that idjit pushes you away. You’re good for all those boys, not just him.” You shrugged, keeping your gaze fixed on the fire in some vain attempt to stop yourself from crying.

“I’m not his girlfriend, Bobby. I’m a distraction, a babysitter, a nurse sure, but never his girlfriend. I can’t live up to Mary and he knows it, the same as I do.” You shrugged and finished off the bottle. It had been like that since you started dating. John needed a partner, someone to watch his back and keep his bed warm and he never did anything to change that.

He kept you at arms length all the time and you just accepted it, knowing what he had gone through. But now, it was ripping you apart. You loved those two boys with your whole heart and seeing them but never able to be anything more than an occasional visitor in their lives hurt like a bitch. 

“Maybe you should leave.” Bobby bluntly said. “Why stay with a man who can never see how truly incredible you are?” You couldn’t answer him.

The hunter sighed deeply. “Just think about it for a couple days. Figure out if he’s actually worth your heartbreak.” With a friendly squeeze to your shoulder, he left you alone with your thoughts.

——————

John hated Christmas for one simple reason: it had been Mary’s favourite holiday. She went all out, lights, decorations, the works. And it got even better when Dean was born.

After she died, he found it hard to tolerate the holiday. He knew the boys questioned why they couldn’t have a celebration like the other kids at school but it hurt his heart even just thinking about having a Christmas without her. He avoided the day as much as he could with hunts and booze, but otherwise treating it like any other day.

And now, walking into the hotel room they had been camped out in for the past few weeks, John wanted to cry. You put in so much work to make the place look nice, even if you weren’t sticking around (not that it was your choice). His frown deepened as he glanced at the presents by the tree. 

Knowing you, you had bought the presents with the scant amount of money you earned from actual jobs instead of hustling or downright stealing. You were too kind for a business like this, too soft. 

With a heavy heart, he collapsed on the ratty sofa after pulling a beer from the fridge. His brown eyes occasionally flicked over to his boys, unconsciously making sure they were still alive and well. They would be devastated when they woke up and you weren’t here but he could deal with that.

What he couldn’t deal with was how involved you were in their lives. You had consumed his heart, his soul, his mind and his body. He was terrified of how quickly he had fallen for you. It left him questioning his love for Mary and he hated you for that.

So, like the way he regarded Christmas, he treated you like he would any other woman he had taken to his bed. He knew it hurt you, he could see it in your eyes when he dismissed your feelings or when he shoved you away from the boys. But they were more important, they couldn’t lose another mother and he couldn’t lose another woman he loved.

“Daddy!” He was shaken from his thoughts by a small body landing firmly on his soft stomach, knocking the wind from his lungs. Sam’s skinny arms wrapped around his neck in a tight hug. John quickly recovered, hugging his youngest back.

“Hey there Sammy.” He chuckled, holding him as close as he could.

“It’s Christmas!” 

“I know it is buddy, why don’t you wake up Dean and you can open your presents.”

“Ok!” As Sam scrambled away, John put his beer down on the ground beside him, purposely keeping it out of their potential eye line. It would do them no good to see him drinking this early in the day. He watched as Dean’s eyes shot open and sprung from the bed.

Soon enough, the kids were surrounded by ripped up paper and brand new toys and books. This is how it should be, John suddenly thought. He had gone four years without giving these boys the joy they deserved, no the joy they needed and he felt like the shittiest person ever.

“Daddy?” Sam was looking up at him with the biggest puppy dog eyes he had ever seen, clutching a gorgeous copy of the Wizard of Oz to his chest. “Where did kitty go?” Now that hurt even more. Dean’s gaze also settled on him and he could clearly see the questions in his green eyes.

“Well, kitty had to go see uncle Bobby for a while.” Both their faces fell.

“But why?” 

“He needed her there.”

“But we need kitty here!” Sam insisted as he stomped his little feet as hard as he could. “It’s Christmas! She has to be here for Christmas!” 

And then, he watched in slight horror as Dean stood up and hugged his little brother like a parent would hug a crying child. One hand on the back of his small head, the other arm across his shoulders and tugged him into his chest. “It’s ok Sammy, she’ll come back.”

“But what if she doesn’t? What if she doesn’t want us and then doesn’t come back!” 

“She always comes back Sammy.”

“I want kitty right now!” And he descended into a truly heartbreaking fit of sobs. Moving quickly, John scooped him up and settled back down on the couch, doing his best to sooth his youngest. But Sam fought back, wiggling almost violently in his grasp. “I don’t want you! I want kitty!” With an all mighty jerk, he tumbled from John’s arms and made a mad dash to the bathroom.

The door slammed and locked shut before the hunter could react. “Sam!” He shouted after him, making a move to follow but a little hand on his forearm stopped him in his tracks.

Dean was crying too but they were silent tears, dripping quickly down his full cheeks. “Why does kitty always leave us?” 

His knees creaked as he slowly dropped to his knees. Kneeling before his son, John looked him dead in the eyes. “Sometimes, it just has to be like that Dean. And we’ve got each other, that’s enough.”

“But we wouldn’t even have a Christmas without her.” Dean followed his brother into the small room, leaving John alone with his thoughts and a sinking feeling in his gut.

You would know what to do, you always seemed to have the answers when it came to the boys. The thought ripped through his chest like a bullet. In the seven months since you had known his sons, you had effortlessly become a better parent than he ever had been and yet, you never demanded recognition or love from any of them. You loved them because you could.

And they were right. It was Christmas, the first real Christmas that Sammy had ever had, a Christmas Dean could actually remember. But you weren’t here, because you knew John wouldn’t want you there.

Something came over the hunter then and suddenly he stood bolt upright. His mind was in a haze as he tore down the decorations littered about the room, stuffing them into spare trash bags. Presents were thrown into duffle bags, along with the boy’s clothes. 

“Boys! We’re leaving!” The bathroom door opened a crack and both their little heads peaked out. John threw the last bag over his broad shoulder as he grabbed their winter boots from beside the front door. “Let’s go!” 

They watched him curiously, confused as to why their father had pulled apart the room and was now in a rush to leave. “Where are we going?” Dean spoke up, slowly inching his way out of the bathroom.

John’s face remained stern but his brown eyes were sparkling with something the boys couldn’t quite figure out. “We’re going to save Christmas.”

——————

The fire had begun to burn out but you didn’t care to add any more wood. Your eyes were fixed on the dying flames as you absentmindedly sipped on the warm beer in your hands. Was being with John really worth it? Could you handle feeling like nothing but a burden or bed warmer any more?

You wanted to stay, you loved all three of the Winchesters so much. Yet, in the cold light of morning, after a night with John worshipping you and your body, when he would ignore your existence and dismiss you like just another one night stand, you felt lower than dirt.

You would give him Christmas, and then, you would be gone forever. The room glowed a dull orange with the sunset and your eyes drifted over to the window beside you. Snow was falling lazily from the sky, covering the junkyard in a layer of peaceful white.

“Kitty!” Your head snapped around and your breath caught in your throat as tears built up behind your eyes. Sam and Dean stood in the doorway, huge smiles on their faces, dressed up as little elves, complete with fake ears and hats with bells.

“Boys? What are you doing here?” Sam looked like he was about to sprint at you but a large hand suddenly appearing on his little shoulder stopped him. You laughed tearfully.

John stood behind his boys, dressed head to toe in a ridiculous red suit with matching hat. He was smiling brighter than you had ever seen him smile before. A full duffle bag was in his other hand, tinsel spilling from the open zipper. 

“Now, what did we practice in the car?” He prompted, eyes falling to the children in front of him.

“Merry Christmas Kitty!” They shouted together before Dean took a step forward and held out a piece of paper.

“Santa says you’ve been very good this year so you get a very spectial present.” 

“Special Dean.” John corrected.

“Special.” He nodded and then shuffled forward, holding the paper up even higher. Sam was visibly vibrating in his dad’s grip, eager to run at you. You slipped from the couch, landing painfully on your knees but you ignored the pain and instead took the paper from the 8 year old’s hands.

Dean smiled shyly as you turned it over. It was hard to make out at first like most drawings done by a child but as soon as the lines and colourful smudges became clear, the tears broke free. 

There were four figures carefully doodled on top of various stickers, two of them significantly taller than the other two. One smaller figure had a book in their hands, obviously Sam. While the other was holding what appeared to be a pie or scrambled eggs, you couldn’t really tell. It was Dean.

The bigger people were holding hands with a sloppy heart over their heads. The slightly taller one had a beer beside his feet and a dark beard while the wider person had cat ears on their head. It was you and John.

Written at the top of the paper in very sloppy handwriting was: ‘We love you kitty!’

Suddenly, your arms were full as Sam and Dean launched themselves at you. You pulled them to your chest and cried, your heart feeling so full and yet so broken at the same time. How could you have even thought about leaving these perfect little boys? 

Your chest shook with sobs as you held them as tight as you could. There was a thud and then another pair of arms wrapped around you. John’s chin rested on the top of your head, the boys nestled between you. “I love you, I’m sorry I never showed you the love you deserve.” His voice was thick with emotion.

“I love you too.” You murmured back, lifting your head to look him in the eyes. The edge of his lips turned up and he surged forward, capturing your own in a deep and passionate kiss that made you ache for more. 

“Ewwwww.” Sam gagged, trying to pull away but you just laughed and yanked him closer. John laughed heartily.

“Get used to it Sammy, kitty is never leaving us again.” You glanced at him curiously but he just smiled mysteriously at you. “Kitty is staying for good.” He gently cupped your full cheek, his thumb tracing the peak.

“I am?” You questioned playfully.

“You are.” He answered definitively. “Because it’s Christmas and family is supposed to be together on Christmas.” 

“Yeah!” Dean emphasised, excitedly wiggling against you. “And Santa needs Mrs. Claus! Everyone knows that!” 

“Oh really?”

“Yes!” Sam spoke up this time. “And daddy is Santa so you have to be his wife!”

You grinned. “I guess I have to agree then.” The boys cheered and John tightened his grip, tugging you away from them so he could kiss you once more.

“Merry Christmas Mrs Claus.”

“Merry Christmas Santa.”

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Scavenger Hunt - Kinktober 27

Summary: Curses are no fun. Right?

Pairing: Winchesters (Dean, Sam, John) x fem!Reader (no Wincest)

Kink: unuasual sex toys & foursome

Rating: Explicit

Square filled for @spndeanbingo (expired): Threesome

Square 20 filled for @spnkinkbingo​: Sex Toys

Warnings: angst, language, curses, hunt gone wrong, misuse of random objects, orgy, more-some, creampie, fuck or die situation, smut, unprotected sex, protected sex (kinda :)) voyeurism, oral sex (male rec), fingering, p in v, dirty talk, groping, taking turns, needy Winchesters & reader, dubcon on both ends due to a curse, 18+ only

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Something went wrong. Terribly wrong.

It should’ve been an easy hunt. It could’ve been an easy hunt. It would’ve been an easy hunt - if not for the witch wanting to avenge her fallen sisters.

“Fucking witches,” Dean almost growls as you try to reach your cars. “Y/N, your car is still at the motel. You need to drive with dad or us.”

“The Impala is closer,” you are out of breath. Not only from running away from the witch but the heat spreading through your body. You know, the unnatural kind of heat.

“What did she throw at us?” John calls for Sam. “Sammy? Did you understand the spell? I couldn’t hear a thing. My ears were ringing from the beating I took from her.”

“Getting slammed into a wall like eight times is no fun,” you flash John a smirk.

The eldest Winchester and you usually are at each other’s throats. He doesn’t like that you and his sons became good friends over the years.

“No shit, Sherlock,” John retorts. “Get in that fucking car and shut your mouth or I-“

“Don’t think I follow your orders as your boys do, Winchester,” Dean must wrap his arms around you to keep you from jumping at his father. 

“Sweetheart, we got no time. Whatever the witch threw at us, makes my blood boil. I don’t feel good. I’m too hot, and I can tell my heart races.”

“Same,” Sam and John say in unison. 

“We should head back to town and find out what the fuck the witch did to us.”

“Hot. I’m so fucking hot,” you whine as Dean tries to not look at your sweat-soaked shirt. Your nipples fight the wet fabric, and he has the urge to tug at the peppled nubs.

“No. you can’t do this, Dean. Get a hold of yourself,” the hunter husks under his breath. “She’s your friend. Don’t mess things up with her.”

“What did you say?” you kick your shoes off, and already tug at your soaked shirt. “I need a shower. I call dips on all the hot water.”

“Like hell,” John gives you a dark look.

“Shit, my panties are soaked. Can you have a look at them for me?” Sam whips his head toward you. You plopped down on the bed and spread your legs to give the hunters a good look at your soaked underwear. “Sammy?”

“I-uh,” the youngest Winchester stammers.

Sam was the first to have a shower and now, you shamelessly ogle his chest and legs. A white towel hangs loosely around his hips, leaving little to nothing to your imagination as his raging hard cock strains against the worn-out fabric.

“I’m so hot, Sammy. Can you help me out?”

“Doll, stop seducing my son,” John mutters. He cups his groin, groaning and whining as he feels like his cock is about to burst through his pants. “Something is wrong with us.”

“That fucking witch,” Dean slowly walks toward the bed to get a better look at your ruined panties. “I can’t even focus. Fuck, Y/N. I can smell your pussy.”

“Maybe we should get another room to, you know,” Sam drops his eyes to his crotch, “take care of the problem at hand. We can talk about the witch later.”

“Sex—curse,” you wiggle and groan. It’s a struggle to think straight. It feels like your lower half is on fire, and your senses work on overload. “She—we…we need to fuck it out of our system.”

“Sex…curse,” while you try to tell the Winchesters you heard about sex curses before, Dean crawls between your legs to sniff at your clothed pussy. 

“Son, get ahold of yourself. We need to stay focused…” John fights his raging hard-on. He can’t give in and end up fucking his son’s friend. “Sammy, any ideas?”

John looks at his usually book-smart son. “I can feel the pulse in my cock. My dick is screaming for her cunt. I want to pound it like there is no tomorrow.”

Sam grits his teeth. “I-I think she used sex pollen on us. Nasty stuff,” you roll onto your belly to rob toward the edge of the bed. “We need to get off. If we don’t want to fuck each other, we should use something…anything…”

“I got a banana,” Sam already unzips his bag to get the banana out. “We could use it to get Y/N off.”

“And we use a sock or what?” Dean moves a little closer to you again. “Fine, give me that banana and one of the condoms I know you are hiding in your bag. I’m gonna fuck her with that banana.”

“No! It’s my banana! If anyone fucks her using it, it’s gonna be me,” Sam protests.

“Boys, no fighting,” John is about to give in to the curse and just claim your body in front of his sons.

“Fucking do something,” you roll back onto your back and push your panties down. “I need something inside of me. I don’t care if it’s a banana or your cock, Sammy.”

“Shit…I gotta go,” almost ripping the door out of its hinges, John leaves the room. He slams the door shut with a loud thud. “Fuck. Take a deep breath, John. You can’t fuck her…no…”

“Sam, give me that,” Dean snatches the banana out of Sam’s hands to roll a condom over the fruit. “We need to get Y/N off before we take care of our problem.”

“Where’s J-John,” you cup your tits. 

“Outside…gone,” Dean runs the banana up and down your folds. He holds his breath while pushing the fruit inside. “Fuck, it just slipped inside, Sammy.”

“Give me that thing. It’s not a cock, but fuck it,” you rock your hips, fucking yourself on the banana. “I need to cum…fuck it out of my body.”

“OH GOD,” Sam turns away to look for anything helpful to get you off. If he doesn’t look away, he’ll just pounce on you and fuck you into the cheap mattress. “Maybe I find something else to help Y/N.”

“Look inside my bag. Uh-I got a lot of stuff in there.”

“I won’t touch your bag, jerk. I don’t know what’s living inside of it,” Sam complains while you move your hips a little faster.

“That’s not enough.”

Frustrated. Horny. Overheated. 

You look at Dean, silently begging him to give you more than a pitiful fruit. He tries his best to make you cum, but it’s no use.

“Sammy, she needs more!”

“Wait, I’ll have a look inside her bag,” Sam unzips your bag. He throws random things all over the room until he finds your electric toothbrush. “Maybe this one?”

Sam holds up your toothbrush. “No, not good enough, Dean.” 

Angrily pushing against Dean’s shoulder with your foot, you force Dean to stop moving the banana in and out of you.

“She’s getting angrier per minute,” growling Dean looks at your slicked sex when he slides the banana out of your cunt. He throws it over his shoulder, almost hitting Sam’s head.

“Hey! Watch out,” the younger brother mutters. “Electric toothbrush, yes or no?” Sam furrows his brows as he looks at you. “Y/N?”

You consider Sam’s offer. Your body hurts like hell, and you are a dripping mess. If you don’t get off soon, you won’t be responsible for what will happen.

“Boys, I’m back,” John stumbles back inside the room. He changed into sweatpants to give his throbbing length a little more, let’s call it space. “I got this.”

He throws a plastic bag onto the bed huffing as you immediately jolt up on the bed. “What’s this?” you rip the bag open to reveal all kinds of sex toys. “Dildos, a vibrating egg, oh, a fake vagina,” you giggle as John makes an odd noise.

“We all need to get off while we still go a functional brain. I can tell, on my way back I was about to fuck my car to get the needed release,” the eldest hunter groans. “I had to jerk off three times.”

“We are no better,” Dean wipes his sweaty forehead. “I mean, being close to Y/N helped a little but I can only think about fucking her.”

“Handcuffs too?” you hold the handcuffs up, smirking darkly at John. “Fluffy ones. I always knew you are a kinky bastard, daddy.”

“Daddy?” John husks but shakes his head. “I asked Castiel for help. He said something about sex pollen and a sex curse. It can only be broken with…”

“SEX, SEX, SEX!” you roll off the bed to run toward John. “Get out of your fucking clothes. All of you. You want to feel better, fuck me like men!”

“Doll, I-“ John licks his lips when you hook your fingers into the elastic of his sweatpants. “I’m too old for you.”

“You’ve got a dick, I got a cunt. We can fuck,” you state. “Now, who’s going to fuck me now?”

It was a matter of a few hours before your hands were cuffed behind your back and your body filled with cocks. Winchester cocks.

You are lost. The curse took over.

Pushing. Pulling. Groping. There is nothing else but the need to get off, and filled.

You are a ragdoll between the brothers. Dean roughly takes you from behind, hands holding your hips in a bruising grip while his younger brother makes you choke on his length.

John slowly strokes his cock. He is the last one standing. But he’s slowly losing  the fight. The moment one of his sons will slip out of you, he’ll fuck you too.

“Fuck her harder,” John’s eyes are almost black as he watches Dean slap your thigh. “Sammy, make her choke on your cock.”

“I-fuck. Just shut up,” Sam jerks his head toward his father. His eyes lack any emotion but lust. “She’s sucking my dick so good.”

You moan around Sam, all the while pressing your tongue to the pulsing vein. Damn it, you are always had a thing for big cocks and the brothers didn’t promise you too much when they said you will feel them for days.

“Fuck, she’s going to cum,” cupping your tits, Dean tease your nipples with his thumbs. “Come on, sweetheart. Squeeze this dick.”

You’d like to tell him to shut up, but Sam’s cock won’t let you. All you can do is push back onto Dean’s cock and let the hunters have their way with you.

“That’s it…fuck…I’m going to cum,” Sam loses himself in your mouth. He shoots his seed down your throat, wincing as he feels guilt grip his heart the moment his high lets his body seize up. He slips out of you, watching his cum run down your chin. “Y/N…shit. What did we do?”

“Harder,” you tell Dean. “I need to cum, Dean.” 

“Do as she said,” John takes Sam’s place to press his cock against your lips. “Open up, doll. Make daddy’s cock wet for your cunt.”

“Shit—fuck!” 

You fall. Hard. Fast.

“She’s just…” Dean jerks his hips two, three more times into your ass before you feel hot ropes of cum fill your womb. “Sweetheart.”

Dean, just like his brother before suddenly feels the weight of their action hit him.

“No…we…”

He carefully pulls out of your still pulsing cunt. “Let me make it even better,” you eagerly grab John’s cock to stroke him. “I want you on the bed, legs spread for me.”

You jump onto the bed and spread your legs for John.

John lost the fight the moment his eyes dropped to your cunt stuffed with his son’s cock. He crawls between your legs and pushes inside of your well-fucked cunt.

“Shit, you’re still so tight, even though, Dean fucked you so good and spread your little pussy out for us,” John smirks darkly. “I always wanted to fuck you like a whore.”

“Do it,” you challenge. “Fuck me like a man, daddy…”

He grips your thighs to put your legs over his hips. John is not a gentle lover. Just like his sons before, he starts to pump into you without giving you time to adjust to his thick length.

John watches you claw at the sheets. You throw your head from one side to the other, moaning and screaming as you try to focus on the pleasure John brings you, not the fact that the man using you to get off hates you.

“Fuck, that pussy, doll,” he speeds up, hips crashing into yours with every deep thrust. “I’m going to make it mine.”

“Dream on, Sir,” Sam and Dean watch their father stuff your pussy with his cock. Over and over again. “Shit, she’s making the cutest noises while getting fucked.”

“Dean!”

“What, Sammy? You are watching her get fucked too.”

“Daddy…John…oh yes,” you arch your back when you cum again. “Fuck…so good…”

“Yes, cum for daddy,” he pumps into you, long after his seed joins Dean’s cum in your womb. John doesn’t stop. Unlike his sons, he doesn’t feel guilt. He finally got what he always wanted. You wrapped around him. “Fuck, you are perfect, doll. I’ll never not fuck you from now on.”

“Guys, I’m good,” after the Winchesters took turns for almost the whole night, you finally felt the influence of the curse wears off.

“No…no, uh-we were rough, and you need the rest,” Dean spoons you from behind and wraps you in a hug. “We are sorry for what happened. Please believe us, none of us would ever take advantage of you.”

“Can you ever forgive us?” Sam runs his hand over your head.

“Boys, we had the dirtiest and kinkiest sex of our lives. I think Y/N enjoyed herself as much as we did,” John smirks as you push against his chest. He tried to massage your feet but tickled your foot instead. “Right, baby doll.”

“I’m not sure, daddy,” you batt your eyelashes. “Maybe you can convince me that you like me if we can do it again…”

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[SUMMARY: John Winchester is wounded and found by a doctor who invites him to her home to care for him.]

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John and Michelle

The weather felt nice on this late fall evening, you drank your cup of coffee on your porch taking in the view around your home peacefully. Taking a deep breath about to walk back inside you were distracted by a strange sound not too far from your home. The noise sounded like a man yet you weren't sure, putting down your cup of coffee you closed your sweater and walked closer to the wooded area taking a careful look. The closer you got you quickly spotted a man against a tree by himself. You noticed him wrapping his hand in obvious discomfort and you walked closer to him.

"You hurt?!" You called out to him making him look up not expecting anyone to be around.

"No mam, I'm fine," he looked back down at his hand which you noticed had blood on it.

"You're bleeding," you called back out to him as you began to walk his way.

"I'll be fine-" he insisted, he was in the middle of a hunt for a vampire. It was dangerous and the last thing he wanted was any innocent humans involved.

"I'm a doctor, I can help you," you assured him making him sigh as he looked around him making sure the vampire was nowhere near.

"You shouldn't be out here, it's late and -"

"Oh you've cut yourself pretty deep," you interrupted taking his hand.

"Mam," his voice made you look up at him.

"It's not safe out here," he spoke low.

"Well, um.." you looked behind you then back to him trying to think of an idea.

"I live just up the road, if you want, I can patch this up for you and you can be on your way. I'm a doctor I can help. This can get infected." You explained. Pressing his lips together looking down at his arm he quickly nodded and agreed to leave with you.

Usually inviting a strange man to your home at night was something you never would have thought of doing. But being the thoughtful person you were, it didn't feel right leaving this man wounded.

"What's your name?" You asked as you let him in the house and closed the door behind you.

"John." He responded as he followed you to the kitchen table.

"You?"

"Michelle," you turned on the light and grabbed your first aid kit as he slowly took off his brown jacket.

"Let's take a look," you whispered as you gently grabbed his hand and began to clean the wound.

Still on high alert with what he had just dealt with he looked beside him out the window, there seemed to be no signs of anyone near.

"This is going to sting a little," John turned back as you slowly patted him with alcohol wipes. He watched as you carefully focused on what you were doing before looking up at you. For the first time he saw your face under light and couldn't help but think how beautiful you were. John barely interacted with other humans during his time on the road, always on a hunt after the next thing, he was instantly captivated by your beauty.

"So do you usually come across injured men around your home?" You could hear the playfulness in his tone.

"Actually, no" you laughed.

"You are my first." You looked up at him with a smile.

"Well aren't I a lucky guy." You couldn't tell if this man was actually attempting to flirt with you. Quietly you continued pressing into his palm making sure he wasn't numb.

"How did this happen?" You asked making him clear his throat.

"Hunting," he responded bluntly.

"Hunting?" You looked at him confused.

"At this time of the night?" You raised your brows before continuing to clean up his hand and arm.

"That's different." You chuckled not noticing your sweater had opened up revealing your undershirt that you had on without a bra. A clear view of the shape of your hard nipples poking through the thin fabric of your tank top caught his eye.

"Almost done." Your voice catching his attention making him look away. Doing his best to not look at what was so tempting he tried to distract himself looking around the kitchen when he noticed boots by the side door.

"So you stay here with your husband?"

His question catching you off guard.

"I'm sorry?"

"Your husband." He motioned towards the boots.

"Oh!" You laughed shaking your head.

"Those are my brothers, he was just here this morning fixing some pipes for me and those are his work boots. He's coming back tomorrow to finish."

"So no angry mans gonna come through those doors and find you taking care of me?" His tone was flirtatious causing you to look up.

"No," you smiled shyly.

"I live alone."

"Hm." He pressed his lips together.

"Why hm?" You raised a brow looking back down at his wound.

"I don't know...beautiful doctor like you living in this big ol' house all by herself...don't see that too often."

"Hm," you responded with sarcasm.

"What's that for?" He asked with a chuckle.

"I don't know....a man all alone hunting late at night with no hunting supplies....don't see that too often." You squinted your eyes at him. The look you gave him causing him to bite his bottom lip.

"Noticed that, huh?" He whispered as he began to smile.

"Mhm," you nodded as you finished wrapping his arm up. You wondered what he was really up to but decided not to ask.

"I suppose whatever you're doing you should be a little more careful with. You're not always gonna get lucky and have a doctor find you and invite you to her big ol' house for private care." You shrugged playfully.

"Private care," he repeated with a twinkle in his eyes.

"I mean, that is what I'm giving you. And I don't do that for just anyone." You raised your brows.

"Are you flirting with me, Doc?" He squinted his eyes as you laughed.

"Anyways...you're all set," you closed your first aid kit.

"Well, you sure are good with your hands," he looked at you with a smirk when a strong wind passed the window making you shiver. Johns face completely changed as he looked outside.

"You ok?" You asked a bit confused, his expression was serious and very focused, you wondered what caught his attention.

"John?" The sound of your voice saying his name taking his attention off of whatever he seemed to be looking at.

"We should close this window," he stood up quickly as you followed.

"Is everything ok?" You asked confused as he shut the window and locked it. Looking outside again he made sure nothing was around before looking back at you.

"Yeah, everything's fine." He responded as you stood silent. Taking a deep breath John couldn't help but get distracted as your chest rose, giving in to the temptation of looking at your sheer top that you seemed to not know was still out in the open.

"What?" You looked down to see what he was looking at before realizing the sheer undershirt was no longer covered. John looked away clearing his throat.

"Excuse me I-"

"You what?" You unexpectedly stepped closer to him taking him by surprise. Your sweater still open you looked up at him with seductive eyes. It wasn't the reaction he expected from you but it turned him on.

"Everything ok?" You raised a brow with a playful look in your eyes as you began to take off your sweater and threw it to the side. He didn't take his eyes off you as you looked up at him and slowly placed your hand on his crotch area.

"Yes mam," he whispered. Moving your hand up and down you felt him grow stiff, he began to breathe heavy.

"What are you doing, doc?" He whispered with a smirk.

"Just making sure you're ok-" You teased sliding your tongue over your top lip you stared into his eyes before he leaned in and kissed you. With his good arm he pulled you in closely pressing his body against yours. Brushing your hands up his chest, taking off his shirt you continued to kiss him before unbuttoning his pants. Your lips never leaving his you pushed his pants down and placed your hand on his bare shaft. He felt hot making you more aroused before you pushed yourself back and quickly looked through your drawers.

"What is it?" He asked confused.

"Here, put this on" you flung a condom at him as you began to take off your clothes. John ripped the wrapper open with his teeth and slid the condom on before walking towards you and pulling you to him.

"No," you whispered before pushing him down the chair.

"A woman who knows what she wants...I like.." John smirked as you removed your clothes and walked towards him. Putting your leg over him, you looked down at him with excitement in your eyes feeling him just at the tip of your entrance. In that moment you held yourself still and slowly bought yourself down on him until he unexpectedly thrusted upward shoving himself in you entirely. You gasped grabbing onto him as you felt his hand grab your ass.

"Go on. Ride me, baby" he whispered looking up at you as you adjusted yourself on him taking control and began to move your body. The expression on his face changing feeling how wet you were.

"Shit.." he hissed squeezing your hips. Gaining momentum you rode him eagerly, your moans filling the room as your nails dug into his shoulders. This was the least thing John expected to happen today, even more so for you. He watched as you moved up and down on top of him, your eyes rolling back he could tell you were about to cum.

"John-" you moaned as he felt you tightening up around him when he suddenly stood up with you in his arms. Your arms tightening around his neck you gasped in shock as he began lifting you up and slamming you down.

"John!" You screamed but he seemed to not be listening, you wondered how he could possibly be doing this as if his arm wasn't just wounded. He continued until he felt you tighten up around him again. His jaw clenched as sweat dipped down his forehead, he sat you on the counter and thrusted one last time before the two of you cried out simultaneously. John felt the release that he needed, being on the road for so long, barely any contact with others...he felt relieved. You could tell he needed this as he pulled away and took a deep breath.

After washing up you sat in the kitchen in your robe as John came from the bathroom. He didn't say much as he stood by the door way.

"I guess you leave now huh?" You asked as you stood up.

A glimpse of guilt in his eyes as he stepped towards you.

"I got work to do," he spoke low.

"Let me take one more look," you took his arm to make sure it hadn't worsened.

"Do me a favor-" you tilted your head looking up at him.

"Try not to get yourself hurt again," John chuckled in response.

"Can't keep any promises if it means I get to visit you," he laughed before he turned serious.

"I'll come back in some time...but you do me a favor," he leaned in looking down at you.

"Don't tell anyone else that you live alone, it's not safe around here-"

"Around here?" You asked confused.

"Look, I can't get into it right now but stay inside after dark and just be careful who you approach. Not everyone is what you think. Understand?" His tone was very direct, you had many questions but didn't say a word. With a simple nod and a sigh you crossed your arms before he kissed you once and left your home.

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They could be in the middle of fucking and as he’s thrusting in they mumble, “My clit. Play with it, can’t cum without it.” Not a moment later his fingers are rubbing circles against their clit, but they just don’t stop talking.

As he’s fucking them (supposed to be fucking them dumb) they keep rambling on, into a full spiel of why you have to pay attention to the clit; how the clit is made up of tons of nerves - “That’s also why the g-spot right there! feels so good. Actually- ah researchers think that it may be connected to the clitoral network.”

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Series Masterlist - Smoke Eater

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean Winchester x F. Reader 

Summary: Dean Winchester is the cocky, but well-respected Lieutenant at Firehouse 25. He leads by example, but he’s also known to break a few hearts. He’s starting to crave something he’s never had, though. Something stable. Something real. 

That’s when he meets you, on a truly terrible day, trapped in a rickety old elevator.   

AN: "Smoke eater": a self-appointed slang term for a firefighter.

Get ready for an AU! Several SPN characters will make their appearances: Sam and John Winchester, Castiel as "Cas Novak," Ellen and Jo Harvelle, Jack Kline, Benny Lafitte, Gordon Walker, Meg Masters, Chuck Shurley, Nick (yes, even him), and more!

Series Tags/Warnings: (**18+ only!) There will be a lot of heart, a lot of fun, drama, heartbreak, protective Dean, and even a murder mystery. Rating for eventual smut, perilous situations, and other chapter-specific tags.

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Part 1 - Class and Style

Part 2 - Lieutenant Winchester

Part 3 - Got a Hold on Me

Part 4 - Rocky Road

Part 5 - Twitterpated

Part 6 - Just Casual

Part 7 - Cherry Pie & Lemon Drizzle

Part 8 - Likewise, Baby

Part 9 - Do Not Disturb

Part 10 - Toil and Trouble

Part 11 - Heart of the Home

Part 12 - All in the Family

Part 13 - Boiling Point

Part 14 - Message in a Bottle

Part 15 - The Good Part

Part 16 - Break Down the Gates

Part 17 - The Real Deal

Part 18 - V for Vendetta

Part 19 - Sacrifice

Epilogue - Easy as Pie

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Something Real** - COMING SOON! Now that you and Dean are officially engaged, you take some much needed time off together for a family vacation. But even with the wedding set for next year, the two of you are still at odds when it comes to one key part of your future together…

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brother, brother - d.w

Paring; dean & sister!reader

Synopsis; John Winchester was never a great father but where he failed someone else stepped up

Warnings; none

Notes; this has been sitting in my drafts for ages omg

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You smiled at your brother as he appeared beside you, beers in hand. He passed one to you as he took a seat on the bonnet beside you. “Thanks.” You smiled before taking a sip. Your brother nodded before taking a sip of his own drink. 

“Remember how dad flipped the first time dad caught you drinking? Man, I think I saw fire in his eyes.” Your brother chuckled turning his head to take at you. “Oh yeah. I think that was the first time I ever faced his wrath.” You joked bumping shoulders with him. “I think I was too drunk to truly care to be completely honest.”

“You were a mess. I spent most of that night awake in case you were sick.” He shook his head. “Then you actually were sick.” He rolled his eyes. You grimaced slightly. “Please don’t remind me,” You took another sip. “Being sick on the floor in front of my younger brother was bad enough. I think I traumatised Sam that day.” 

Dean laughed. “Traumatised Sam!? It was me who had to clean it up, missy.” He exclaimed. “And I was very thankful you did.” You joked before looking out into the empty field. 

Your childhood was a touchy subject. Something which all three of you chose not to talk about unless necessary. Growing up you’d always known that your home life was less than normal, that your dad never acted in the way you saw dad’s on the TV act.

As you’d grown up you’d simply come to the conclusion that maybe John Winchester was never meant to be a dad, sure for the first two years of your life he’d played the part but even then you knew it wasn’t perfect. 

“You look like you're thinking quite hard there, you okay?” Dean bumped his shoulder with you drawing you back into the present. “I’m fine, just thinking…” You trailed off looking down at the drink in your hands. You felt your brother wrap an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer.

You both fell back into a comfortable silence for a moment before you turned your head to face him “You were more of a father to me than he ever was,” You smiled at your brother “Just so you know.”

Dean pressed a kiss to your forehead before resting his head on top of yours.

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John - What happened?

Y/n - I don't know

All I remember was Dean saying "I swear it will be funny"

And then we were in jail

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Sweet

Dean Winchester x little sister!reader, Sam Winchester x little sister!reader

Requested by anonymous

Synopsis: Demon Dean tried to hurt you, but then he returns to normal. Can he make it up to you?

You’d never felt scared in the bunker before. The bunker was home, it meant safety and fun and good times. It stood for everything good in your life.

But this was different. The bunker had always been home because you shared it with Sam and Dean.

But Sam was out researching at a local library, and Dean…

Dean was a demon.

He hadn’t done anything to you, but that didn’t change the fact that he scared you. He wasn’t Dean, not really. That sarcastic grin of his was a little too malicious. His eyes, even when they weren’t black, weren’t Dean’s eyes. They were missing his softness, his kindness.

Long story short, it wasn’t Dean. And you hated being alone with him, even though you were both in your respective rooms, and he hadn’t bothered you yet.

Key word; yet.

When a knock on your bedroom door sounded over the soft music you were playing, you hoped it was Sam.

“Hey N/N.”

No such luck. It was Dean.

You shut off the music, but didn’t get up. Your door was locked for a reason, and you really didn’t want him in your room.

“What?” You called, hoping he just wanted something quick so he’d go away.

“Let me in.”

You fiddled with the drawstrings on your hoodie, nervously chewing over what to say.

“Just…just tell me what you want.”

“Do I need a reason to see my baby sister?” His voice was soft, sweet even. But it wasn’t Dean sweet. It was an over the top, sickeningly sweet tone.

“Yes,” you insisted, and cringed when you heard his too-bitter laugh through the door.

“C’mon baby, it’s Dean. You can trust me.”

“I’m busy, ok?” You were annoyed by his insistence, but you were too scared of him to tell him what you really thought.

You’re not Dean.

“Too busy for me, baby? C’mon, just open the door, I won’t bother you.”

You stayed silent. You wanted him to go away, but you couldn’t think of anything else to say to him.

He knocked again, and this time you flinched at how harsh it sounded.

“Baby, open the door.”

It wasn’t a question, it was a command.

“No.” You couldn’t keep the quaver out of your voice.

Dean pounded the door, and you flinched again, jumping to your feet.

You looked around your room, although you weren’t really sure what for. There was no way out, just the door that led to your bathroom.

“Open the door!” Dean’s pounding was continual now, and you shuddered when you saw how your door was shaking, the hinges creaking with ever bang.

You backed away from the door, gasping when your back hit your dresser.

With one final bang, your door flew open, slamming back against your wall.

Dean stood there, a disgustingly triumphant grin on his face as he swept into your room.

“Hey, baby sister. Miss me?”

A flash of metal caught your eye, and your breath caught when you saw the knife gripped in Dean’s hand.

“Go away,” you whimpered, trying to think of how to get away from him. He was blocking the way out of your room, but if you barricaded yourself in the bathroom maybe you could buy yourself a few minutes. If you called Sam would he get here in time?

“Go away? Now, that’s no way to talk to your big brother,” Dean rushed you, and you jumped on your bed, rolling off and making a break for your bathroom.

You just managed to click the lock when a pound on the door made you stagger back. You whipped out your phone, pressing Sam’s number and waiting impatiently for him to pick up.

“Hey, what’s going on?”

“Sammy, I-“ you broke off with a whimper when the door shook with Dean’s pounding.

“Honey? You ok?”

“He’s trying to hurt me,” tears blurred your vision, and it felt like the whole room was shaking as Dean pounded on the door.

“What? Baby I’m on my way, where are you?”

“I-I locked myself in my bathroom, but-but he’s trying to break down the door!”

“Ok, it’s ok I’m coming, just hold on.”

Dean slammed the door again, and you flinched so hard that you dropped the phone. You were reaching down to grab it when Dean kicked the door open, and it hung loosely off one hinge. You abandoned your efforts for the phone, backing against the wall as Dean advanced towards you slowly.

“You should’ve let me in,” he growled.

“Dean…” you slid to the ground, curling away from Dean as he loomed over you.

“Come on, baby. It’s just me.” He leaned down, gripping your shoulders and dragging you to your feet. “What could my sweet little baby sister have to fear from me?”

“Please don’t hurt me,” you whimpered, putting your hands against his chest so that there was at least a little distance between you.

“Hurt you?” He laughed. A horrible, cold laugh that sounded nothing like your big brother and sent chills up your spine. “No, baby. We’re just gonna have some fun.”

You felt the cool tip of the knife against your neck, and you shuddered.

“Please,” you glanced up at Dean, but dropped your gaze with a gasp when you saw his eyes turn black. His firm hand gripped your chin hard enough to leave bruises, and he forced your gaze back to his.

“What’s the matter, baby? You don’t like the new look?” His black eyes flashed as his grin widened.

“Let me go, Dean,” you cried, trying to pull his hand away from your face. To your surprise, he released his hold, and you breathed a sigh of relief before you felt his hand move to your neck. It lingered for a moment, before his fingers tightened and you felt your breath stick in your throat.

“De-“ Dean pressed his palm against your neck, and you felt the back of your head smack the wall as he pressed down on your airway. You scratched at his hand, trying desperately to gasp for a breath.

“You should’ve done what I said,” Dean hissed in your ear.

“And you should’ve left her alone.”

The pressure on your neck released as Sam threw Dean to the ground. He was about to get up again when Castiel grabbed him by the arms, dragging him away from you.

You stared as Dean yelled out in anger, struggling against Cas. You jumped behind Sam when Dean’s black eyes turned on you, a twisted scowl on his face. You gripped the back of Sam’s jacket, leaning against him and closing your eyes as Cas pulled Dean out of the room.

“It’s ok,” Sam turned around to face you, and his reassuring smile did little to help you. All you could see was Dean’s black eyes.

…

You were avoiding him. If you were being honest, you were avoiding everyone. Dean was back, finally, and despite your elation you couldn’t bring yourself to be anywhere near him. You still hadn’t stopped having nightmares about the day he attacked you, and you didn’t want your reunion with the real Dean to end with you freaking out and running from him.

“Sweetheart?” A soft knock at your door made you look up from the book in your hand. You swallowed. You knew Dean would want to come and see you eventually.

“What do you want?” You managed to choke out, and the scene felt eerily familiar.

“I brought you some dinner.”

There it was. The soft, sweet voice of your big brother. Not the sickeningly sweet tone from earlier, but Dean’s gentler tone; the one he used when he was trying to be soothing, or sorry.

You hesitantly walked to your door, flipping the latch before opening it a crack. Swallowing hard, you raised your head to look Dean in the eye.

It was him. Completely, undeniably your big brother. Your hesitance melted away, and you yanked the door open and slammed into your big brother. He staggered back a moment, surprised, before he laughed—Dean’s laugh, not some malicious sound—and wrapped his arms around you.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered.

You looked up at him and smiled.

“It wasn’t you.”

“What makes you so sure?”

You reached a hand up, gently touching his face.

“Because I know you. And that…” you swallowed, “that thing that hurt me wasn’t you.”

Dean smiled, “You can tell just like that? With one look?”

You smiled back and leaned against Dean, pulling him close for another hug.

“Yeah, of course I can. You’re my big brother.”

Dean held you close, cradling your head.

“I love you, little sister.”

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Black Velvet - (John Winchester)

Warning: Mention of sexual activity

Summary: Story inspired by the song - Black Velvet by Alannah Myles. Years after he had up and left you, you run into your old flame, John Winchester.

A/N: Y/N - your name

Dividers created by @firefly-graphics​  

John and the boys had just successfully taken care of a demon that preyed only on women; ones that enjoyed partying a bit too much and dressed extremely provocatively.

Luckily for the town's woman folk, they managed to track its vessel down before he claimed another victim. So, here they were grabbing a few drinks at the local bar in celebration of a successful hunt.

"That was one tough son of a bitch..." Dean remarks throwing himself down into the chair with a heavy grunt.

"Look who's talking..." Sam grumbles.

"You weren't the one used us bait."

"You got the whole long hair thing going on, makes ya look more like a girl from behind" Dean points out with a wave of his hand.

"That with the girl clothes made ya really convincing from a distance."

"I still can't believe you made me wear girl clothes" Sam scowls at him.

"Be glad you wore jeans instead of a skirt..." Dean flashes him a grin.

"You'd have had to shave ya legs then."

Sam doesn't respond to his remark; choosing to grumble into the glass while taking a sip of his drink instead.

"Dean, stop teasing your brother..." John reprimands him.

"Sorry, Sir" Dean responds straightening up in his seat as Sam triumphally smirks.

Scanning the room, Dean sips at his drink, silently cringing at the terrible singing of some drunk up on the stage.

"Why did we decide to go to a bar that has very bad karaoke night?"

"It's the only bar in town..." Sam shrugs in response.

"At least he's almost finished with the song."

"Thank goodness..." Dean groans out in relief.

A few minutes after the drunk leaves the stage, a very attractive looking woman takes the stage then; dressed in a black mini skirt, paired with a corset styled top, and black leather jacket.

"Why, hello there..." Dean utters out in interest.

"She's out of your league dude..." Sam remarks.

"Whaddya mean?" Dean frowns at him, pulling at the open flaps of his jacket.

"I'm an extremely attractive guy, the ladies love me."

"Keep telling yourself that and it might just come true" Sam chuckles.

"Let's hope she can sing though."

"Yeah, that would be really embarrassing" Dean nods in agreement.

"A woman so fine looking, and she ends up making a fool of herself in public would be tragic."

As the boys continued on with their little discussion neither of them had yet to notice how quiet their father had become as he stared narrow eyed at the stage as the topic of their interest begins to sing.

*

Mississippi in the middle of a dry spell

Jimmie Rogers on the Victrola up high

Mama's dancin' with a baby on her shoulder

The sun is settin' like molasses in the sky

The boy could sing, knew how to move, everything

Always wanting more, he'd leave you longing for

Black velvet and that little boy's smile

Black velvet with that slow southern style

A new religion that'll bring ya to your knees

Black velvet if you please...

"Looks like hottie can really sing and dance quite well..." Dean groans out in comment as she swings her hips to the music.

*

Up in Memphis, the music's like a heatwave

White lighting, bound to drive you wild

Mama's baby 's in the heart of every schoolgirl

"Love Me Tender" leaves them 'em cryin' in the aisle

They way he moves, it was a sin, so sweet and true

Always wanting more, he'd leave you longing for

Black velvet and that little boy's smile

Black velvet with that slow southern style

A new religion that'll bring ya to your knees

Black velvet if you please...

"Bro, I think she's looking at me..." Dean excitedly slaps Sam against the arm when the woman seductively smiles in their direction.

"I highly doubt that..." Sam drawls out in response.

*

Every word of every song that he sang was for you

In a flash, he was gone, it happened so soon

What could you do?

Black velvet and that little boy's smile

Black velvet with that slow southern style

A new religion that'll bring ya to your knees

Black velvet if you please...

With furrowed brows, Sam studies the woman for a bit; noticing something a bit strange, he turns to look at his father.

John sat dead silent; eyes narrowed as he gazed back at the woman.

"I think she's looking at Dad, not you..." Sam remarks a bit confused at the interaction between the two.

"No, she's not..." Dean scoffs.

"She's clearly checking me out."

*

Black velvet and that little boy's smile

Black velvet with that slow southern style

A new religion that'll bring ya to your knees

Black velvet if you please

If you please

If you please

If you please...

The song ends and the woman steps off the stage.

"No, she's definitely looking at Dad..." Sam shakes his head.

"Dad, you know her?"

John doesn't respond to his question, getting up from his seat instead.

"I'm gonna get some fresh air."

"Wondered if you were going to follow me out or not" you remark with a smirk at seeing John walking toward you.

"It's been a long time, hasn't it?" John rasps out, his gaze dark as he stared down at you.

"Ten years..." you rasp out in response.

"What you doing here?" John asks as the two of you step further into the dark alley alongside the bar.

"Came to do a job, but you guys beat me to it."

"Alone?" John frowns in displeasure.

"I'm a very capable woman and hunter" you arch a brow in rebuttal.

"You should know that from the days we used to hunt together."

"From what I remember; I was always saving your butt" John comments, stepping closer to you.

"Then we both remember things way differently..." you drawl out, slowly backing away from him; gaze never wavering as he slowly stalked you.

"That so...?" John responds, lips slightly twitching in amusement.

"You were always jumping in front of me during an attack" you nod frowning.

"Even though I never needed your help."

Flashing a dimpled smirk, John reaches up to cup your cheek.

"You needed my help for other things though, didn't you?"

"John..." you softly whimpered, eyes fluttering close when your back came up against the alley wall.

"What's wrong, Sweetheart?" John slurs, pushing himself flushed up against you.

"Need my help again...?"

The inner turmoil inside you finally snaps as you gave in to your desires, lifting a leg to wrap around his waist.

If there was one thing you could never resist; it was the sexual charm of John Winchester.

"Morning..." a voice raspily slurs against your neck, as strong arms pull you closer.

"Morning..." you groan out, smiling as you turn to face John in the bed.

"Who woulda thought we'd run into each other again after all this time...?" John stares down at you longingly, brushing your hair out of your face.

"Yeah, who woulda..." you wrinkle your nose at him in response as he tips down to kiss you.

"I missed you..."

"I definitely know something missed me, yeah..." you joke when feeling his morning erection poking at your stomach.

"Oh, he missed you a lot..." John grunts, thrusting himself against you.

"Maybe you should show me, how much he missed me..." you whisper, softly nipping at his neck.

"With pleasure..." John growls out, rolling over on top of you as you giggled in response.

"Stop sulking" Sam scolds Dean as they sat in the diner, eating breakfast.

"Just don't understand where she ran off to..." Dean whines in disappointment.

"She just up and disappeared out of nowhere."

"It's for the best" Sam smugly remarks.

"She was way out of your league anyway."

"Whatever, man" Dean scowls.

"You hear anything from Dad?"

"Just the text he sent last night; that he would meet us here this morning" Sam shrugs in reply.

"Where you think he ran off to?"

"Maybe he went off with your dream woman..." Sam teasingly smirks.

"Dad's so not her type!" Dean scoffs in protest.

"You sure? Cause, it seemed to me as if they knew each other."

The two of them continued on bantering for a few minutes, until a car pulled up in the driveway of the diner.

"What the...?" Dean remarks, seeing John get out from behind the wheel of the strange car.

Mere seconds later, the woman from the night before gets out of the passenger side.

"Told you..." Sam smirks.

John and you entered into the diner, heading directly to the booth that had two men seated in it.

"Boys, this is Y/N" John introduces you to them.

"Y/N, these are my boys; Sam and Dean."

"Please to meet you" you smile at them in greeting.

The one named; Sam politely smiles at you, while Dean stares opened mouthed.

Dean snaps out of his stupider then.

"You two know each other? How?"

"We're old friends" you reply with a chuckle.

"Your dad and I were hunting partners for a bit about ten years ago."

"So, you two...?" Dean stares shocked while waving a finger between John and you.

"That's none of your business, boy" John grunts out frowning.

"Relax, Big fella..." you chuckle, slapping a palm against John's chest.

After the awkward introduction, John, the boys, and you sat chatting while having breakfast. It was an enjoyable time as you guys exchanged stories of hunts, and how grumpy John would get at times.

But it wasn't long thereafter, when breakfast ended, and it was time to part ways.

"Come with us..." John suggests as you stood alongside your car.

"I can't" you whisper out softly.

"Why not?" John frowns at your reply.

"I'm retired, John... the hunter's life is no longer for me. I only took this one as a favour to an old friend."

"Retired?" John arches a brow.

"For ten years now" you nod.

"This job is too much of a risk for me to be taking now."

"If you're worried about the risk of being on the road 24/7, you don't have to" John remarks.

"We have a safe place, a bunker... it's isolated, and safe from any and all elements. You were always the better researcher between the two of us, you could stay there to help with that."

"It's not just me... I'm not alone."

"What you mean, you're not alone?" John frowns at your remark.

Realizing you had no other option but to tell John the truth, you exhale heavily in defeat.

"I have a ten-year-old daughter...at least she will be in a few months."

"Daughter...?" John stares at you open mouth.

"Ten years old?"

You silently nod, taking a picture of her out and handing it to John.

"Her name's; Lily..."

"She's...?" John murmurs out, staring at the picture of the little girl.

"She has your eyes and dimples..." you nod feeling a bit emotional, then suddenly chuckle out.

"Also has that same grumpy scowl as you."

"Why didn't you let me know?" John stares at you accusingly.

You scoff at his remark with a frown.

"You're the one that up and disappeared one day" you reminded him.

"The minute I told you, that I loved you; you ran."

John's head drops in shame at your words then.

"I was scared..." he utters out in admittance.

"Scared...?" you frown in confusion.

"Scared..." John nods, looking up into your eyes then.

"Scared of loving someone, and possibly losing them again."

You take a step closer to him, reaching up to cup his cheek.

"Why didn't you tell me any of this?"

"I thought it was for the best if I kept it to myself, that it would keep you safe then."

You couldn't help the chuckle that slipped your lips then.

"I was a hunter before we met, my life would continue to be in danger, even if we weren't together."

"I know now it was a dumb idea..." John sighs out.

"Quite dumb..." you nod chuckling.

John flashes a dimpled smirk at your remark, clearing his throat then.

"Where is she now?"

"Lily?" you reply, and John nods.

"She's at my sister's. Like I said, I'm retired, I stopped hunting because of her. This was just a favour, so I asked my sister to watch her for me."

"I'd like to meet her..." John requests quite eagerly.

"Does she even know about me?"

"I've told her about you, yes. She knows who her daddy is. Likes to look at that picture of you and I that we took back then."

"She does?" John cringes at the thought of what his daughter must think of him.

"Has she asked where I am?"

You exhale heavily then at the memories of those conversations.

"Almost every day... especially, why you never come to see her."

"What did you tell her?" John's voice comes out brokenly.

"That her daddy is extremely busy chasing bad guys, so she and everyone else could remain safe."

Tears threatening to escape from his eyes, John presses his forehead against yours.

"I'm sorry... I never should have left."

"It's ok..." you murmur as tears began to burn your own eyes.

"You'll come with us?" John stares pleadingly at you.

"Both of you?"

Biting into your lower lip, you silently nod in agreement.

John smiles, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

"I love you..."

You couldn't suppress the whimper that slipped your lips then.

"I love you too..."

With a dimpled smirk, John grabs hold of your car keys.

"C'mon, let's go pick up our little girl, and then head on home..."

Crossing your arms over your chest, you eye him closely.

"You sure, you ain't gonna run out on us again?"

John chuckles, pulling you back into his arms.

"I promise, Sweetheart..." he presses a kiss into your hair.

"You better..." you warn him, causing him to chuckle louder.

"Get in the car..." he swats your bottom as you head for the passenger door, and you shoot him a glare over your shoulder.

"Let's go get our girl..." John smirks at you, starting up the car.

"Let's go get our girl..." you smirk in agreement.

*

Black velvet and that little boy's smile

Black velvet with slow southern style

A new religion that'll bring ya to your knees

Black velvet if you please

If you please

If you please

If you please...

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Piece by Piece Masterlist (Complete)

Summary: Nearly 11 years after a chance encounter, Dean and the reader are reunited. Dean is faced with a big surprise and an even bigger decision.

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, John Winchester (briefly), Bobby Singer, Castiel, various other SPN characters, original characters

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, canon typical violence and peril

Slightly Inspired by the Kelly Clarkson song of the same name. This story was originally posted by myself under the account Winchestersgirl92. It was published in 2017.

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