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winchester-girl67 · 2 years

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Stupid Cupid

Summary: Dean's upset when a Cupid marks him with an arrow but not his soulmate, or so he thinks. As he struggles to come to terms, he calls her everything other than her actual name, though maybe that's just a part of getting struck by true love.

Pairing: Dean x reader

Fandom: Supernatural

Square: Excessive nicknaming of characters @howbadcanitbebingo

Word Count: 1,248

Warnings: language, name calling, kissing, implied smut (established friends with benefits relationship), fluff

A/N: Something silly just for fun. Enjoy... and Happy Valentine's Day 💝 Written for @howbadcanitbebingo.

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"Stupid, Cupid." Said Dean, walking into the motel room, stripping off his soaked jacket and throwing it onto the chair.

"What are you muttering over there, sourpuss?" You asked, pulling off your wet clothes since you guys had gotten caught in the rain chasing down the monster of the week.

Which turned out not to be the cupid you ran into, who of course Dean just had to go and make friends with. He wasn't a fan and he made sure to tell you that every two minutes on the ride to the motel.

There wasn’t much privacy in the room to begin with and since the two of you had a sort of friends with benefits thing going on for a while now, you didn’t care to cover up. You’d certainly seen it all and so had Dean.

"Nothing, sweetheart." He brushed you off, muttering under his breath, "...dumb, giant baby."

With Valentine’s day fast approaching, Sam took some time off to go who knows where, doing who knows what with Eileen. Leaving you to deal with one very grumpy Dean. He’d been in a mood since the start of the case and there’d been nothing you could do to snap him out of it. And you tried everything, until you’d finally had enough of his attitude.

"That’s it! What is wrong with you, De?" You snapped, tossing your wet shirt at him, leaving you in your bra and jeans. It hit him in the face with a satisfying slap sound and you giggled at the face he made.

"I'm not even talking to you, nosy parker." He stated, his eyes lingering a little too long on your chest to just be friends and he muttered again, "...frigging, wingless diaper muncher."

"You're obviously not talking to anyone else, old man." You bickered, putting your hands on your hips and staring at him.

"Don't start with me, sunshine- And you're not a hell of a lot younger than me so I'd watch it, dollface." He said, pulling off his wet shirts and tossing them in the pile on the ground with yours.

It was your turn to cast him a lingering glance. He was the perfect combination of soft and muscular and you bit your lip trying to trap a sigh. Your cheeks heating up too quickly, but he didn’t notice, too busy trying to hide his own growing feelings for you.

"I know but you get so angry when I call you a geezer. It's adorable." You smirked, you didn’t know why but you always loved teasing him when he was already annoyed.

"And you think that's funny, little girl?" He asked with a raise of his eyebrows.

"Uh-huh, plus I think you're kinda cute when you're all flustered, tough guy." You chuckled.

“I’m not the one who’s redder than a tomato right now, jiggles.” He pointed out, finally noticing the hue in your cheeks.

"Whatever, nipple sucker."

"Hey. You like it when I do that, pumpkin." He said matter-of-factly, his tongue peeking between his lips as he grinned at you and tilted his head.

“That was one time-”

“And every other time after that-”

“Shut up or it’s never happening again, dork.” You threatened, feeling even hotter than before.

“I can hold out a lot longer than you can, sweetness.” He bet, sliding his jeans down his thick thighs, leaving him in just his fitted red boxers. The ones with the little black hearts that you'd gotten him. He watched you squirm and bite the inside of your cheek as you filled with need. “Tough noogies, kitten.”

“Tease.” You called him.

“Brat.”

“Jerk.”

“Ass-butt.”

"Watch it, Dean, your Cas is showing... Hoser." You muttered.

"Excuse me, peanut, what did you just call me?"

"...Honey."

"That's not what you said, darling." He shook his head.

"How would you know, weirdo? You've been ignoring me all night; muttering insults every time you think I'm not listening, dick." You cursed, finally calling him out on it.

"Not everything’s about you, cupcake." He shook his head.

"Sure it's not, babe." You rolled your eyes, if it hadn’t been something you’d done, it had to be about you. Otherwise, you would’ve gotten it out of him by now, you always did. Sam called it your superpower. “You know I’ll get it out of you sooner or later, buddy, and I’d rather not do this all night. I’ve got other plans in store for you, big guy.”

"If you must know, princess, that damn cupid jabbed me with an arrow before he disappeared. So I'm not really in the mood for your teasing. Alright, buttercup?" Dean explained dryly.

"Alright... Why aren’t you with your soulmate then, Casanova?" You continued to tease ever so slightly.

"The butthead didn't mark her. Said something about karma- I don't know, he was still pissed that I punched in the face, the cry-baby." Dean rolled his eyes, he never liked cupids, especially when they greeted him with a hug in their birthday suit no less.

"Oh... Are you sure about that, handsome? I mean, how do you even know who she is?" You asked, chewing on the edge of your thumbnail.

"Trust me, beautiful, I know. I felt it before he even touched me, it's just more... intense now." He said, his emerald eyes searching yours for something.

"So what are you gonna do about it, Romeo?" You egged him on, knowing exactly how he was feeling.

"Not much I can do, sugarplum." Dean breathed with sad eyes, avoiding your gaze.

"You sure about that, stud muffin?" You asked, scrunching up your forehead.

"Yeah..." He sighed.

"Yeah?" You questioned, squinting up at him and grinning like an idiot.

"Uh- what are you getting at, chipmunk?" He replied, mirroring your grin after a moment.

"He marked me too, squirrel." You admitted, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth and letting it go slowly.

"When?!"

"While you were renting the room, dumby. Cupids don't mess around with true love, love-bug.” You said, noticing a look of relief in his bright eyes, like a weight was lifted off of his shoulders. “So, good-looking, you like me, eh?" You asked, wetting your lips in antici... -pation.

"Cuddle bug, you have no idea." He breathed, closing the distance between you far too slowly for your liking.

"Why don't you show me, squishy." You pulled him down by the back of his neck and into a needy kiss.

His lips slipping between yours as he struggled to keep up, still shocked that you were actually meant for him this whole time. He loved the idea of that, belonging to each other after craving all of you for so long. You were written in the stars together.

"Pretty girl, wait.” He panted, breaking the kiss but staying close enough to feel your moist breath on his skin. He was having second thoughts already 'cuz let's face it, it's Dean; he never thinks he's good enough even when he most definitely is. “Maybe we should call Cas, maybe he can reverse this."

"Is that even what you want, doofus?" You pleaded, just wanting to keep on kissing him.

"No, Y/N/N. Of course I want you, angel.” But he had to ask one last time. “You sure you want me for keeps, baby girl?"

"Shut up and kiss me, tiger." You moaned, pulling him down to meet your lips again, letting out a small squeak when he nibbled on your bottom lip and unhooked your bra.

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jadewritings · 3 years

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Fractured Mind

Pairing: Sam and Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 2.8k+

Warning(s): Angst, Fluff, Sadness, Mental Torture

Author’s Note: This may seemed rushed and i wont lie, it is lol. It’s been sitting in my drafts for a while but I don't wanna waste the idea so... it is what it is. This was forced too. Words forced to be written cause i so badly wanna get back into writing.

Summary: Everything was perfect, you got the guys, the kids, the white picket fence life. You were happy, until you weren’t.

“Mommy! Mommy! Look how high I’m going!” Your six year old son shouted at you from the swing. You smiled and sent a thumbs up his way.

“Make sure you be careful not to go too high, daddy.” You shouted at Dean who only laughed evilly.

You sighed and looked over to your left at Sam, who bounced your 2 year old daughter on his lap, making her giggle. It was contagious, making you both laugh.

“You two really make great fathers.” You told him, kissing his cheek lovingly.

“And you make a wonderful mother.” He smiled at you and pressed his lips to yours while one hand rested on your bump.

“Nah, I’m just a surrogate at this point. Mira and junior don’t even look my way anymore.” Sighing, you picked up your water and drank it.

“Y/N, tell me you don’t really believe that?” He asked.

“Sam, we’ve had two kids, working on our third and god knows how many more. They haven’t clung to me like they do you guys.” Mira blew a raspberry, and slapped her hands on Sam’s cheeks, effectively squishing them. “See?”

“Honey, they love you just as much as they do us. You carried them for nine months, you feed them, love them, hold them. They know you’re their mother.”

Mira turned her big y/e/c eyes toward you and squee’d in baby talk, stretching her arms out for you to hold her. You laughed, and being as hormonal as you can be for being five months pregnant, began to tear up.

You couldn’t help kissing all over her face and listening to her squeal and laugh. “You guys have no idea how much I love you.”

Sam turned your face to his and kissed you. Not just a peck, but a deep, full of love, passionate kiss.

“Whoa now, kids around.” Dean joked as he walked over to the table with junior. “Mommy! Did you see how high daddy pushed me!”

You sniffled and laughed, “You bet your butt I did! You were practically soaring through the sky bud!” Junior sat on your lap and drank his soda from McDonald’s.

Dean sat across from y’all, picking Mira from your lap and playing with her. Your heart swelled with love and pride, having two wonderful partners and two wonderful children. It was like nothing bad in the world could touch you, it was just you guys, happy and healthy.

Dean started to say something but when you looked at his mouth, no sound came out.

“What?” Dean repeated what he said but it sounded almost glitched.

“It’s... almost.. time.”

“Time? Time for what?” You looked over at Sam but it was as if Dean hadn’t said anything, he continued to eat his food.

“Guys, what’s going on?” The world started to lose its color, fading to black.

“No, no, no! Sam! Dean!”

It felt as if you were falling and your family was fading out of existence. When you opened your eyes, the room was dark and it reeked of death. Your shoulder ached and your body felt heavy. You looked around. There was no Dean, no Sam, no kids. They were gone.

You tried to struggle but the chains holding you up and the heaviness outweighed your will. You groaned, only just hearing the footsteps getting closer.

“Aw, somebody’s awake. Have a good dream?”

The man you saw when you looked up didn’t look human. His skin was pale, tribal tattoos covered every inch of his body. His eyes started to glow blue.

“Dream?” Your voice cracked from dehydration. You looked around, a needle stuck in your arm as you hung from chains connected to the ceiling. Then the flashes came. The happiness, the love, the pride, the feeling that nothing could go wrong. One big happy family. Tears threatened to overflow.

“It wasn’t real...”

“Oh honey, nothing that perfect could ever be real. Did you really think it was?”

Your face hardened, “You son of a bitch! I’m gonna kill you!” You struggled against the chains to charge forward but it was useless. Along with the dream, your strength was gone. The sight made the djinn laugh.

“Aaahh, I do love when they struggle. But, it’s time for you to sleep again and give me that sweet, sweet blood of yours.” He smiled and his eyes began to glow again, his tattoos seemingly moving down. You felt tired and went to sleep again.

“Mommy! Mommy! Look how high I’m going!”

3 DAYS EARLIER

“Dean, Y/N.” Sam called his brother, “Got a case.”

The case was in Houston Texas, almost a days worth drive. Sam had a theory as to what it was because they had seen their type before. This guy was leaving bodies in the wide open, blue handprints left on their stomachs. An easy giveaway, as Sam called it.

After setting up in the motel, Sam and Dean left you to your own devices while they went and talked to the relatives of one of the deceased. the case seemed like it was gonna be an easy kill and go home but when the brothers returned, they didn’t have any luck.

Dean sighed and fell to the bed. He smoothed a hand down his face, he seemed quite tired.

“Dean why don't you just get some sleep? You too, Sam. I can do some research for now.” you smiled at both of them.

Sam, who reached into the small fridge on the dresser behind you to grab a water, put his hand to your shoulder. “Thanks, Y/N. That would be appreciated.”

He gulped some water and flopped onto the other bed in the room. Both of the boys were out in minutes.

After a few hours you found that Djinns tend to live in ruins, usually – the bigger, the better. With that in mind, you looked up places like that and bingo bango, you had your target.

You started to open your mouth to wake up Sam and Dean but with the way Dean was snoring and Sam looking so comfortable under his covers, you couldn't bring yourself to do it. sleep was something they were long over due for. So, you grabbed your gun and knife and headed out, hot wiring a rusty old pickup truck in fear of Dean’s wrath if he saw you took Baby.

The only way to kill one was a silver blade dipped in lambs blood so you had to make a pit stop for that before reaching your destination.

It was pitch black outside, no doubt most people would be asleep. But nope, not you. Had to slice and dice before hitting that pillow oh so nice. You took a deep breath as you stood in front of a half burnt asylum. Best known because a patient who was getting abused here set it aflame. What better ruin to hide in?

“Better now than later, Y/N.” you surmised to yourself. If you could handle this on your own maybe Sam and Dean, the two big doofs would finally look your way. You feel in love with Dean first, the flirty of the two. You met him first on a ghost hunt. He almost stole it but you ended up working together on it.

The next time you saw him was with his brother, when they needed backup for a case. One you were willing to provide, anything to see Dean again. Then Sam came swooping in making you fall for him too. His intelligence blew you away. The way he cared for those around him and would do anything for anyone who needed it. You’d been stuck to them every since that case.

The Winchester brother got you, hook line and sinker. There was no way around it, your thoughts filled with them. But you couldn’t confess that to them. Why would they even like you like that. At least you thought so.

You quietly stepped into the asylum, checking each room as you went by.

Sam groaned as he turned onto his left side, slowly blinking his eyes awake. He noticed the light of his laptop still on. He sat up, wiping away any sleep left behind.

“Y/N?” he looked over to his right, the bed empty. Then he looked at Dean’s, so was his except his brother. He got up and walked to the bathroom to see if she was in there but the light was off. He started to panic internally.

Sam raced to the laptop to check what she had looked at. All of Y/N’s research was right there and even where she thought the Djinn was.

“Dean!” Sam grabbed his coat since he had fallen asleep in his shirt and jeans.

His brother jumped, “Huh- wha?”

“Y/N went after the Djinn by herself.” that snapped Dean awake.

“What?!” Sam tossed him his jacket and the keys, Dean slipping his gun in the back of his jeans and both of them rushing out to the impala.

The ride to the asylum was silent with tension in the air. Both brothers were worried of course, Dean angry at himself for not keeping an eye on her. She’d been with them for a while now. She was useful to them, not only that but they both came to care for her.

“She’ll be okay, Dean. She’s tough.” Sam cut through the tension.

Dean didn’t want to say much, his thoughts going a million miles in his head thinking if she was safe or even alive, so he opted for, “Yeah.” His grip on the steering wheel tightened, something that hadn’t gone unnoticed by his brother.

Sam pulled out his phone, bringing up Y/N’s contact. If she was in trouble, they had to get to her fast.

You’d been walking around for a little bit now, but still no sign of the Djinn. Maybe you’d gotten the place wrong? Maybe there was another ruin the monster preferred. But this one was just too perfect to pass up, it had to be this one.

You walked further down a corridor, the walls had soot all over them, parts of it burned down to the dry wall. You turned when you heard something move in the distance. Your eyes narrowed when you saw nothing there. You faced the way you were walking again only to see the Djinn right in front of you, smirking.

“Well, well, what do we have here.” You reacted immediately and jabbed the knife towards him, but he was quicker. He’d grabbed your wrist and twisted it so you’d drop your weapon. You groaned but that was the only thing you’d give him. Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing you in pain.

He sniffed up you neck and into your hair, making you flinch away. “You smell... delectable.” With his last word, you saw a faint glow behind you and his hand come up to cover your eyes. After that, you were out.

Dean and Sam had just arrived at the location you had saved on Sam’s computer. They both agreed it was definitely the place the Djinn would be. They got their guns and knives ready, putting the knife in their waistbands and keeping their guns glued to in front of them.

They entered the same way you had but one brother went left and the other went right, splitting up to hopefully find you quicker. The hallways smelled old and a scent of burnt wood still lingered in the air. However long it had been since the fire, the reminders of it were still there.

Dean couldn’t lie, the place had an eerie feel to it. He checked around every corner, in every room, and so far, no sign of you.

Sam did the same, checking carefully, making sure to stay quiet so he could have an advantage. He entered a larger room than the others he had passed. It almost looked like the nave of a church, benches lined up in rows with space in the middle to walk until you hit a few steps to climb. At the center of the steps, you hung from chains.

“Y/N!” Sam whispered trying to get your attention as he quickly made his way to you. You gave no response. You didn’t move at all and that worried Sam. He tapped your face a few times and held it up, whispering your name again. Nothing.

The doors flew open and Sam looked over from you. Dean’s body flew a few feet before he landed with a grunt.

“Dean!” Sam shouted to his brother. Dean grunted, “Heya, Sammy.” sarcastically. The Djinn walked in behind him.

“Is it Thanksgiving because it seems like I’m gonna have a big meal I’m thankful for.” Sam’s jaw clenched and Dean stood up from the ground.

“Get her out of here Sam, I got this.”

“Mommy! Mommy! Did you see how high I was going?” Junior shouted as he raced towards you. You smiled brightly, “Yes I did, Bug. Did you have fun?” he jumped up on your lap, nodding and breathing heavily. Dean walked up behind him and leaned down to give you a kiss. It was something you savored. You looked across the table at Sam who had your daughter in his hands, squealing at him as he attacked her face with kisses. But something in your gut told you this was too good to be true. You were kind of having Deja vu.

Then you heard it. Your name was being called.

“Sam?” you asked. The Sam across from you looked up and frowned.

“What’s the matter?” he questioned.

Again. You’re name. But this time, you definitely knew it didn’t come from him. Something wasn’t right, you felt it. This world, it wasn’t real. Flashes of memory made you realize, you were a hunter. Hunters didn’t get to live like this. They either died from a monster or by the end of a barrel. They didn’t get the white picket fence happiness.

You set Junior down on the ground, slowly getting up.

“Y/N? Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Dean grabbed your arm, his face twisted with concern.

“This isn’t real. None of this is real.” you whispered.

“Not real? Baby, this is as real as it gets.” Dean answered back.

“No. No no no. I have to get out of here.” The despair and sadness you suddenly felt tore your heart to pieces. You wanted so bad for it to be real. To be with the two men you so dearly loved, to have a family with them. But you knew it wasn’t your reality.

You reached into your purse, grabbing the keys and taking off in the impala. Your heart raced, you didn’t really know where you were going. At this point you just wanted it all to end. So, you pushed harder on the gas pedal and crashed into a metal pole.

You gasped awake, heart struggling to clam. The feeling of the crash still lingering. You currently sat in the back of the impala, the familiar rumble helped to sooth you.

“Hey, sweetheart. How are you feeling?” You looked up and saw Dean smiling at you behind the wheel.

“What happened? Where’s the Djinn?” you asked. Sam turned so he could face you, a gentle smile crossing his features.

“He’s gone. You don’t have to worry about him.” You nodded and the car fell into a silence. Dean glanced back at you through the rearview mirror and you had a feeling you knew the question he was itching to ask.

“We were married.” you spoke, the boys turning their attention to you.

Sam looked at his brother before clearing his throat, “W-What?”

Tears pricked at your eyes, “We had kids and I was pregnant.” You laughed and sniffled, “We had a white picket fence life. Junior, was Dean and I’s son, Mira was Sam and I’s daughter. We loved each other- I... loved both of you. I still do.”

“Y/N-” Sam was speechless.

“No- I, please, Sam. Just... don’t. I know we can never have that. You and Dean probably wouldn’t even go for that, let alone have feelings for me.” The tears spilled onto your cheeks and once again, the car was silent.

After a minute, the impala slowed and pulled off to the side of the road. You sniffed and looked up, Dean turning around in his seat.

“You don’t get to say that. You don’t get to say what I do and don’t feel because I know what I want. When Sam told me you’d gone off on your own, it scared the hell outta me. I didn’t know if we’d reach you in time or if I’d have to see you dead in some ruin. I know how I feel, Y/N, how we feel.” You followed his gaze to his brother. Sam smiled and nodded.

“We love you too, Y/N.”

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 7 years

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The Firefighter (Part 3)

Summary: Dean and reader get a little intimate...

Part 1 Part 2

Pairing: firefighter!Dean x reader

Word Count: 2,000ish

Warnings: language, smut

A/N: A little wrap up of firefighter Dean...

You were fairly sure you were about to wear a hole through the floor with how hard your foot was tapping the hardwood below. Dean said he’d be over at seven. It was almost ten. He texted you on his way to a call, telling you this time that he’d let you know when he was done and on his way over.

All you could think of was what in the world was taking so long? Was he trapped or hurt or worse?

“He’s fine,” you told yourself, knowing you were getting too worked up over this. You’d only been dating a few weeks but Dean was very intelligent and you knew he wouldn’t do anything reckless.

“You okay?” you heard his voice ask from behind you in your kitchen, making you jump in your seat. You spun around to see Dean holding what looked like dinner and a concerned look under the slightly ashy parts of his face. “Your front door was open.”

“Yeah, I got tired of locking it back up after looking outside for you,” you said shyly, looking at your lap.

“Scared the shit out of me to see it swinging open like that. I thought somebody might have broken in,” said Dean, resting the food down on the table.

“Sorry,” you said, something inside you a little in awe that someone was that concerned for you.

“No biggie,” he said, washing up his hands in your sink and wiping off his face with a napkin. “Just please lock up for me if I’m not here. It’ll give me some peace of mind.”

“Sure thing,” you said, standing and pushing Dean out of your kitchen and down the hall towards your bedroom.

“Um, we haven’t done that yet,” said Dean, hesitating to move any further. “I’m not feeling very attractive right now like this.”

“Take a quick shower and get yourself cleaned up,” you said, turning him to face your bathroom. “I think you have some sweats and a tee in the laundry room from last weekend when you helped wash my car.”

“Y/N, are you trying to get me naked?” Dean joked and received a light slap on the back from you. “I’m a gentleman, I have to properly seduce you first. I promise it’ll be better than some take out and ash all over me.”

“We can talk about you seducing me all you want after your shower,” you said, patting him on the butt, Dean jumping a little but smirking when he turned around. He nodded before closing up and you heard the water turn on not long after.

By the time you’d set the table and dished up food, Dean was already walking into the kitchen, smelling like apples as he ran a towel over his hair. He’d put on his sweatpants but had apparently decided against a shirt.

“Thanks for setting everything up sweetheart,” he said, kissing your cheek as you found it impossible to tear your eyes away from him. “And about being late again. It’s probably something that’s going to keep happening.”

“N-not a problem,” you said, your tongue darting out to lick your lips.

“Wanna taste?” asked Dean and your head popped up to find a smile on his face. You raised your eyebrows as you found your eyes staring at his lap again. “This burger is great.”

“S-sure,” you said, forcing your head up, taking a small bite as Dean held the burger out to you. You hummed as you tasted the juicy meat and your brain started filling with all kinds of filthy thoughts.

“Good news is I’ve got no work tomorrow or Sunday. We can hang out all day if you want,” said Dean, a smile still on his face. You nodded eagerly as you finally found it in you to sit down and eat your meal.

But your gaze kept finding Dean’s chest, watching water droplets fall down over the muscles, over the tight skin, over the strong shoulders that had carried you.

“Do you want to stay over?” you asked, Dean’s chewing slowing. “I mean, you don’t have to if you got plans in the morning.”

“I only want to be with you,” he said, seeing a smile cross your lips. “Can I ask you something?”

You nodded as Dean put down the last part of his burger and wiped his hands over his plate. He cocked his head and chuckled before turning to you.

“Do you want me to sleep over or do you want to...go to that next place in our relationship kind of sleepover?” said Dean, seeing only a light blush on your cheeks. “Either is fine with me. I just wanted to know what you’re thinking.”

“Which one do you want to do?” you asked, avoiding the question. You’d been thinking about it for a week but didn’t want to seem too pushy. You were hoping he’d be the one to get things going but Dean really didn’t want to mess this up and you could tell he’d been holding back for your input.

“Either way, I’ll be waking up in that bed with you in the morning,” said Dean, resting his elbows on the table and leaning forward. “But I’d really like to treat you the way you deserve if you’d give me that honor.”

“It must have hurt when you hit the ground,” you said, smiling at him. “A fall that hard and fast would be the end for most.”

“If I’m lucky and don’t screw up, I’ll be there to catch you when you join me,” said Dean, curling up his lips. “How am I doing so far?”

“Love is a big word, Dean,” you said, Dean only shrugging, the idea not scaring him in the slightest.

“I love you,” said Dean, raising an eyebrow with a soft smile. “See? Not that big a word. Big meaning behind it but the word itself is relatively simple. And while I’ve still got the chance to speak, you don’t have to say it back. Only if and when you truly mean it. We both knew I was a goner from the start. You on the other hand are smart and sensible and-”

“I love you, Dean,” you said, seeing his eyes widen only slightly but quickly fade to happiness. “You had me that first night if I’m being honest. It was the other thing I was worried about.”

“What are you worried about?” asked Dean, holding out his hand, your smaller one reaching over to fall into it.

“I had to decide if I could live with nights like tonight. Where if you’re late, did something happen to you? It’s not fun but if I care about you that much that it makes me worry like that, I’m already yours. I can deal with that for you. I want to deal with it so I can be with you.”

“Someone at the station is looking to retire soon,” said Dean, running his fingers over your hand. “I’ll move up and get better shifts, more daytime ones. Daytime tends to be safer.” He paused a moment before smiling wide. “You actually like me, huh? I was thinking I’m a fool and all that.”

“Honey, you’re my cocky dork, remember?” you said, laughing as Dean hummed at the nickname you’d given him. “I still love you despite all that.”

“Okay, little firefighter,” said Dean. “Two can play this game. Why wasn’t there a shirt in the laundry? Makes a guy think you had things planned for this evening.”

“There was a shirt, I swear!” you said. “I wasn’t trying to see you naked.”

“Looks like you’ve been enjoying the show though,” said Dean teasingly. “I may have decided against the shirt that was there. Ya know, wouldn’t want it to get messy at our sleepover tonight.”

“That was before I asked you to sleepover,” you said, squinting your eyes. Dean feigned innocence.

“Really? Huh, I must have just hoped for one then,” he said with a smirk.

“Winchester,” you said, shaking your head. You cleaned up your plate with Dean close on your heels, sticking close by. He said nothing until everything was put away, your body trapped between the counter and his.

“I’ll admit, I might have not worn a shirt on purpose,” said Dean, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. His chest was close to your back and you could swear he could feel your heart racing.

“I don’t think you should wear a shirt ever again,” you said, Dean chuckling as his large arms wrapped around your waist.

“Want to do this?” he said, his breath hot on your ear.

“God, yes,” you said, Dean’s arms lifting you off the ground the second the words left your lips. He carried you into your bedroom and plopped down on the bed with you, your giggles filling the air.

“Sweetheart, a king size bed? Let’s get married right now,” he said, part of that statement probably very true for him.

“Someday you can,” you said, rolling on top of him, straddling him between your legs. “But tonight...”

“Tonight I’m going to make you want to stay in this bed with me forever,” said Dean, rolling his hips and pinning you to the mattress. “I don’t mind sharing but I like being on top.”

“Good,” you said, rolling your hips hard, catching him off guard and rolling him back on his back. “I like being on bottom.”

“Y/N, you wouldn’t be misbehaving now, would you?” asked Dean, your head lowering down close to his, your hands on his wrists by his head.

“If you want me to behave, Dean, you’re going to have to make me,” you said, pulling his bottom lip out between your teeth. He groaned as he let go, the plump lip falling back in place, lusty eyes staring up at you.

“We are going to have so much fun, little firefighter,” said Dean, already rolling you off of him.

Dean had already made you come twice and he wasn’t through with you yet. He was currently pounding into you as your hand slapped against the headboard to brace yourself and push back on him, driving him deeper in you.

“Think you can come one more time sweetheart?” asked Dean, lifting your hips to change his angle and hit your g-spot with every thrust. You moaned and arched your back.

“Fuck yeah,” you said, squeezing your walls around his well-endowed cock. “Want to feel you come, Dean.”

Dean was grunting and groaning but one particularly hard thrust told you he’d gotten the message. You held back as long as you could but by this time in the night, you were already sensitive and it took you no time at all to clamp down around him as your orgasm hit.

You moaned his name as Dean swelled up inside you and came, long and hard, his hips moving until you were both throughly spent.

“How was that?” he asked, pulling himself from you, flopping down on his stomach next to you, head close to yours. “Enough to keep you satisfied?”

“You’re so fucking hot,” you said, leaning over to kiss his flush face. “Boy, I didn’t know what satisfied was until just now. You have exceed all expectations and then some.”

“You little firefighter, are full of all kinds of wonderful surprises,” said Dean. “Like how good you take my cock for starters.”

“Don’t rile me up, I don’t think I can handle another one tonight,” you said, inching closer to Dean, his arm pulling you down to rest your head on his chest.

“I’ll just rile you up tomorrow night then,” said Dean, pulling the sheets up over you, holding you in his arms. “Sweet dreams, Y/N.”

“You too, Dean.”

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