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smellingofpoetry · 1 year

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Last Time?

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Benny Lafitte

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: They promised each other it would be the last time.

Square/s Filled: “Age Difference” (@spnchristmasbingo), "Lingerie" (TMAS Bingo - @supernatural-jackles), "Dirty Talk" (@spnkinkevents), “Suck on my fingers and get them nice and wet for me.” (@anyfandomkinkbingo)

Warnings: age difference, smut, 18+, finger fucking, sex, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk

Rating: +18

Words count: 2460

A/N: Hi there! Not long ago I wrote a fic called “A few moments of madness” for the beautiful @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone. It was fun writing that one, especially the part where I left with that huge plot twist. I genuinely thought it was the end of the road for this story, though, until the inspiration hit me. And what was I supposed to do if not write it down? So, here we are today. I think I’m starting to figure out my way with smut, but I’ll let you judge that. Let me know what you think about it. Enjoy!

He was in big trouble.

Since his little accident with his best friend's daughter - if that's what you wanna call it - he tried to avoid Benny at all costs. He did a pretty good job if you asked him, until the Christmas holidays. He wasn't in the mood to celebrate since what happened with Lisa, and he definitely didn't want to spend Christmas under the pity glances his family would throw at him. Sunday's lunch was already too much for his own taste. So, he decided to spend Christmas alone for once. Maybe eating take-out on the couch just like a grown-up person would do. He had everything planned already until Benny asked him to join him for Christmas dinner.

Dean knew he should have ignored the bell ring - he knew it.

Either way, he agreed because it was Benny and because, of course, he felt guilty for what he did. So, now, he was stuck celebrating Christmas with his best friend and his daughter. Yes, the same girl he had fucked months ago, and he still jerked off at the thought of it, even though he would deny this last piece of information with all his strengths if anyone asked him.

Dean had a plan, though.

He had spent the prior night wide awake, planning his way through the whole Christmas dinner. It was a solid plan, and he was kinda proud of it. He just needed to stay away from Y/N and follow every step just like he had planned them.

What could possibly go wrong?

They were halfway through dinner and Dean was pretty sure he was going to hell. His plan, which was supposed to be solid, blow up in his face the moment he stepped inside his friend's house. He didn't even know how that happened, but here he was facing Y/N at the dinner table. He did his best to avoid her gaze and participate in the conversation, but if he had to be honest the only thing he could see was her bent down on his kitchen counter. Because of that he almost choked on his food on multiple occasions. Thank God his friend was too busy making sure everything was perfect for his daughter.

Yeah, his daughter…

Dean's thoughts trailed off again until he realized he was staring at her sweater a bit too much.

"Oh, crap, I forgot the beans."

Benny's voice caught his attention just in time to see his friend get up. Dean followed suit without thinking about it, too afraid to be left alone with Y/N.

"I'll go get them." he tried, earning a weird look from Benny.

"No, man, sit down. You're our guest. I'll be right back."

And with that Benny was already out of the room, leaving Dean with his napkin still in his hands, staring at the door. He cleared his throat, glancing at Y/N, who was watching him amused, before sitting down again.

"You're being weird," she told him while sipping her wine.

"No, I'm not." he scoffed, even though he knew she was absolutely right about it. Y/N raised one of her brows, watching him from the rim of her glass which earned an eye roll from Dean.

"Okay, fine, but in my defense, I just want you to know that when I came here, I had a solid plan to walk me through this..." he said, gesturing at them and the room they were in it.

"Oh, and how's going?" she asked amused, trying her very best to hide her smirk. Y/N figured she had done a poor job from the way Dean was looking at her - unimpressed.

"Clearly, it ain't working."

"Clearly," Y/N smirked, putting down the glass she was still holding.

Dean scowled at her, wanting to kiss that smirk out of her face. Wait, what? No. Absolutely, no. - he had to scold himself for thinking stuff like that about his friend's daughter, even if that same person was looking too damn cute for her own good.

"Okay, stop doing that."

"Stop what?" she asked with her brow raised in confusion.

"You know what! Never mind," he said, stubbing some of the vegetables on his plate with the fork. He didn't even like vegetables, for fuck’s sake. Y/N looked at him for a few seconds, glancing in the direction of the kitchen before leaning more toward Dean.

"Look, I know that we started on the wrong foot..."

"You can say that again." Dean scoffed, gulping down a generous amount of red wine.

"And I would like for Benny not to know about, you know..." she said, pointing at the two of them. "...us."

Dean sit up straight at that, putting down his glass and leaning more in her direction before speaking in a lower voice.

"He can never know about us," he said, panicked.

"So, could you, I don't know, act a bit more normal?"

Dean furrowed his brow, opening and closing his mouth a few times his mouth trying to find the right words.

"Yeah, right, right. I can do that," he assured her, even though he wasn't sure who he was really trying to convince, her or himself. She nodded her head with a small smile, satisfied by his answer.

"Great. And, oh, Dean, what happened between us..."

"...it can never happen again." he agreed, finishing her sentence.

Y/N was pressed against the wall, her Christmas sweater pulled up and her breast spilling out from her red bra. Her skirt was around her waist by now, while her panties were discarded somewhere on the floor. She could still picture Dean's face when he discovered the lingerie she was wearing under her Rudolph sweater.

Her breath hitched in her throat at the feeling of Dean's cold fingers against her hot skin. Y/N felt them travel along the inside of her leg until he reached her aching pussy. He ran his fingertips along her slit way too gently, making her ache even more.

"Please..." she moaned, letting her hips sway back and forth in search of some friction.

"You want more, hm?"

Y/N nodded her head enthusiastically, trying to stifle a moan and failing miserably. Dean smirked, biting down on his lips. Yeah, hell was definitely waiting for him, and he couldn't care much.

"Suck on my fingers and get them nice and wet for me, sweetheart," he whispered, taking away his hand from between her legs. Dean saw her open her mouth, sticking her tongue out for him and he had to restrain himself to not groan out loud. Damn, this woman - he thought while pushing three of his fingers inside her mouth. Y/N welcomed him without saying a word, sucking his fingers as if her life depended on it. Dean's free hand traveled down his pants, unbuttoning them to free his aching cock. He pushed them down just under his ass, taking down with them his boxer. His cock sprung free, tip red and precum already leaking. Y/N sucked at his fingers one more time before letting them free, licking her lips right after. Dean didn't even give her time to think about what was coming next and his three fingers found their way between her legs again. He circled her clit a few times before pushing inside her wet folds. He fingered her hard and fast, watching her take it thrust after thrust while taking hold of himself and giving a few strokes at his hard cock.

"Oh! God... Dean..." she whimpered, moving her hips against his hand while trying to hold herself somewhere, anywhere. She could already feel herself getting closer and closer, already tasting the pleasure when his fingers stopped, making her whine. Dean put his hands on her hips helping her move on her unsteady legs, positioning her in front of the bathroom mirror. He stayed behind her, watching her intently while his hands traveled along her body. He reached for her breasts, squeezing both of her tits in his hands and making her moan.

"You have to be quiet, now, Y/N. Can you do that for me, hm?" He asked her, licking the skin on her neck before latching his lips around her earlobe. She bit down on her lip, nodding her head at his question. Dean smiled with her earlobe still trapped between his teeth. He sucked at her skin one more time just for good measure before helping her lean forward.

"Bend down on the sink and spread your legs for me."

He didn't need to tell her twice. Y/N bent down, spreading her legs in the process. She felt exposed under Dean's gaze which made her even wetter than she already was. Dean bit on his lip, unable to take away his eyes from her glistening pussy. He took hold of himself, letting his cook brush against her folds a few times before lining himself at her entrance. He started to slowly push inside her, his eyes never leaving the mirror to watch her every single expression. Y/N closed her eyes, biting down on her lips to stifle the moans wanting to escape her. Dean let his fingers disappear between her hair, gripping a few of her strands and pulling them towards him. Y/N followed his movement arching her back and exposing her breasts even more.

"Open your eyes, babe. I want you to watch me fuck you," he whispered in her ear, feeling her shiver against him. She breathed heavily, taking a few seconds to regain control over her heart before opening her eyes just like he had asked her. The moment her eyes opened and looked at him through the mirror, Dean filled her with a deep thrust. Her whole body was pushed forward, and Y/N barely had the time to put one of her hands on the mirror to keep herself from crushing against it. She tried to follow every push of Dean's hips, matching his rhythm.

"Look at you, being fucked in your dad's bathroom by his friend." Dean panted in her ear, while still fucking her with a brutal pace. Y/N bit down on her lip harder, but she couldn't help the sound that came out of her at Dean's words. So, she put a hand around her mouth not trusting herself enough to be quiet, not when he was playing dirty. Dean smirked at her reaction, thrusting hard inside her while one of his hands went to her breast squeezing hard.

"Do you think he noticed your absence or he's too busy with the new year eve's party?" he asked her, knowing full well she wasn't going to answer him too busy pushing her hips against his hard cock. He let slip his free hand in between her legs, founding her clit.

"What would Benny think if he saw you right now, hm?" Dean felt her walls fluttering around his cock at that, making him falter for a moment.

Y/N let go of her mouth free even though she knew that wasn't a smart move, but the need to hold on to something was too much. So, she held onto the sink not being able to do anything if not stay there and take every push of Dean's cock ready to burst.

"Dean..." she whined, hoping that the music downstairs would cover her moans.

"You'd like that, don't you?"

"Oh God..."

"Say it," he told her, rubbing faster and faster at her hardened clit.

"Fuck... yes! Yes... yes..." she sobbed while the hardest orgasm of her life washed over her; her juices coating his cock. Dean groaned at the sight of her coming undone and after a few more thrusts he was spilling inside her, filling her up.

"Fuck, babe, yes." he panted in her ear, while his hips spasmed a bit more.

Dean collapsed on her, being careful to not crush her against with his weight. He breathed heavily, resting his forehead against her shoulders. Y/N rested against the cool sink, trying to catch her breath while letting her fingers travel between Dean's locks.

"That was..." he whispered, licking at his cracked lips.

"...the last time?" she asked him, scratching at his scalp making him moan.

"Yeah."

"You already said that yesterday after you fucked me on your couch..." she whispered, glancing at the mirror to look at him. Dean hid his face in the crock of her neck, grabbing at her breasts and squeezing them.

"...and the week before when we fucked in your car..." she whimpered, knowing exactly what she was doing while he bit down her skin.

"...and at Christmas dinner..."

Dean pulled hard at her nipples, making her gasp, and her core clenched around him but that seemed not to be enough to stop her.

"...half an hour later I was sucking you off, remember?" she asked, pushing him away gently just enough to turn around to have a better look at him. Dean let her move, still keeping her trapped between him and the sink, already missing the warmth of her pussy around him.

"Yeah, I remember that like I remember being balls deep inside you while your dad was sleeping three doors down," he whispered kissing her hard, letting his tongue swirl around hers.

God, she was able to make him a needing mess - he thought making a huge effort to push away from her. Dean licked at his lips, tasting her while slowly starting to recompose himself the best he could.

"We should get dressed and go downstairs before midnight," he said to her, bending down to grab her red lacy thong. She nodded her head, starting to adjust her bra before pushing down in his place her sweater. Dean kneeled at her feet helping her with her panties, pulling them up at her leg, and stopping halfway through to give one last lick at her wet pussy. Y/N shivered at that, opening her legs a bit more to give him better access at which she earned a gentle suck at her lips before he pulled her panties all the way up. Dean got up, kissing her one last time letting her taste herself on his tongue.

"You go first, and I'll follow in a few," he said to her, watching her adjust her skirt before walking to the door. She put her hand around the knob ready to turn it when she glanced at him.

"So, last time?" Y/N asked him just to be sure.

"Last time."

"Great, I'll see you back at your house then."

She winked at him before opening the door and slipping out of the bathroom. Dean closed the door behind her, resting his head against the cool wooden.

He was a dead man, but damn if it wasn't worth it.

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winchester-girl67 · 2 years

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Happy Hour

Summary: The reader returns home after a night at the club realizing she's taken something that she shouldn't have. Her neighbour, Dean, notices when she's practically locked out of her house and spends the night with her.

Pairing: AU!Dean x reader

Square: Quote B: @supernatural-jackles 6. "I dare you to kiss me." Neighbour AU @spnfluffbingo

Word Count: 3,188

Warnings: drugged!reader, drugs, vomiting, implied/light smut, mature themes, kissing/cuddling, pining, language, mainly fluff, a little angst maybe

A/N: Don’t do drugs, this is pure fiction. Written for @spnfluffbingo and @supernatural-jackles’ Tell Me a Story bingo.

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You felt everything, the beat of your heart pumping in your chest and ears and throat. The tiny hairs on your arms prickling with the goosebumps crawling over your skin. The artificial street lights stinging your wide eyes and tunnelling through your head. Your breath on your lips was heavy and quick. The throbbing need between your legs running through the veins in your thighs.

Fuck.

You shouldn't have taken that 'Aspirin' from your 'friend' at the club. This felt more like a high, like you were flying and couldn't come down. You didn't know what you took. It definitely wasn't Aspirin though.

Your skin misted over with sweat and there was no way you could hide your high. Not with the long Uber ride back to your house for it to take hold of you completely.

Fucking hell.

You paid the uber driver when he dropped you off. At least you thought you did because he drove away without a word and you stumbled up to your front door.

"Had a little much tonight?" Your nosy neighbour, Dean, asked from his front porch as you struggled to penetrate the lock with your key. You weren't holding a key you realized, or your purse and fished out the spare from the plant pot behind you. Trying again. "Here let me help." He jumped over the shared railing of your adjoined houses and slid his hand over yours.

Okay, maybe he wasn't nosy. He was interested, but you never gave him the time of day. For whatever reason you couldn't remember as you blinked up at him and leaned back against the door.

He chuckled and pressed his palm against your cheek. Your skin igniting in a searing flame hotter than an iron left in a fire pit. But it was an enjoyable heat. You closed your eyes, feeling all of him in that single touch.

Damn it, this was too intense.

You couldn't wrap your mind around any of it. Couldn't stop any of the feelings you were having. It was thrilling but scary.

"Y/N," he sounded far away, "I can't open the door with you leaning on it."

"Hmm," you hummed, not hearing him and pressing your cheek further into his palm.

The heat of his body consumed you as he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you to lean on him instead. Your eyes were still closed and you teased your bottom lip, pressing your face into his neck and holding onto his shoulders for support.

You heard your door creak open on rusted hinges and Dean walked you inside. You couldn't let go. Your skin was on fire and you felt too much of him. You felt dizzy.

"Y/N," he murmured against your ear. His thick breath filled the shell of it and you moaned. Out loud. He chuckled. "I'm flattered but you are wasted. Holy shit, sweetheart, how much did you drink?"

"I don't feel so good," you said, hiding your face in his scruff and swallowing down the bile that started to rise.

"Bathroom?" He asked.

You nodded and he lifted you into his arms.

Your legs locked around his waist causing a whole new sensation for you to be aware of. It felt good at first, but this was too much now. Your mind clouded and you clung to him tighter with a whimper. Your pulse pounding through every inch of you.

Dean grunted when you pulled his hair and you mumbled out a 'Sorry'. Your muscles shook and you were seconds from vomiting all over his back.

He dropped you to your feet and you spun around, landing on your knees in front of the toilet. Emptying the contents of your stomach into the porcelain bowl.

You groaned following your second wave of sickness, Dean brushing your hair from your face and wiping you down with a wet cloth. You welcomed the coolness and started to feel a little better.

Then the shivers started and Dean sat behind you, holding your hair and rubbing your back. It should've felt nice, but it made your stomach roll and you leaned back into him to make the motion of his hand stop.

He wrapped his arms around you instead, "You took something didn't you?"

"I think so."

"I feel like I should bring you to the hospital."

"I'm fine, it's passing. I think I threw up some of it." You wiped your mouth with your hand and wiped your hand on the skirt of your dress.

Your mouth tasted gross coated in bile and you knew you smelled. There were chunks of nachos in your hair. Dean hadn't been able to get it all out with the washcloth.

He rested his chin on your head, "I'm worried about you."

"You worry too much." You breathed, just happy to be still with him for the moment.

Your nerve endings were all on high alert and you felt oversensitive in every way.

You felt him sigh into your hair, "You live alone and you don't ever let me help you with anything. But you're always so sweet and I'd feel bad if something happened to you because you were alone. You need someone right now, please don't push me away. If only just this once."

You didn't answer. You lifted your hands to weakly grip his forearms that rested around your waist. A way letting him know he could stay. He sighed again and squeezed you just a fraction tighter.

When it was clear you were done vomiting, you brushed your teeth. Twice. And rinsed with Listerine.

You looked in the mirror with Dean standing behind you, ready to catch you if your knees gave out. Your pupils were blown wide, all the Y/E/C colour lost on the edges. No wonder your eyes hurt in the light.

Your eyes teared and you played with your crusty hair, "I need a shower." You turned around when Dean shook his head.

"You can barely stand on your own, I don't trust you not to fall."

You wanted a shower still and stared at the glass stall, then him. If he was afraid you'd fall then he'd just have to join you. You lifted your dress over your head and dropped it to the ground. Every exposed inch of Dean turned rosy and he dropped his gaze to your breasts for a split second before he caught himself.

"Fuck." He palmed his mouth, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips. "Please, don't take off anymore. This is hard enough."

You still had your plain underwear and bra on but the way he reacted was as if you were already bare in front of him. You wanted to laugh but your stomach muscles hurt too much to. You took a shaky step forward and lifted his black t-shirt at the hem, working it up his stomach until he took the hint and stripped it off, piling it with your dress on the floor. You reached for his belt buckle next, a little surprised at yourself for the boldness and the fact you'd never seen him this way before, but you knew the drugs were still in your system.

Dean caught your hands and pushed them away. You frowned in disappointment. You wanted to feel him now that you were starting to feel good again. He stared into your eyes for a long second, then dropped his jeans, leaving him in his tightly fitted boxers.

He took your hands again and led you towards the shower, letting the spray heat up before stepping into it with you. You tilted your head back, wetting your hair and feeling the ends of each hair scratch down your back. It felt amazing and you let out a strangled moan, sucking your bottom lip at the end of your breath.

"Y/N, please don't make that sound." Dean said, squeezing your hands in his.

You met his gaze and pushed a hand past his and held his arm near his elbow. The muscles under his skin tensed and you let out a squeak, trying to hold back your noises for his benefit. Though, you thought you only made it worse.

You felt waves of pleasure mixed with waves of sickness over the slightest touch. But the highs were high and you wanted to touch him, taste him; his lips, his earlobes, his throat, his...

"I wanna see you," you pulled your hands free and tugged at his boxers.

You weren't thinking really. Acting purely on desire and impulse. Your nails digging into the wet material of his waistband.

"No." He wriggled away from you, but you persisted until he caught your hands again and pulled them to his chest. "You're high, Y/N, stop."

His fingers felt like handcuffs around your wrists. "Why?"

"Because."

"Because, why?"

"Because I'm trying real hard to be a gentleman right now." He said, you flexed your fingers against the freckled skin of his chest.

Eyes trailing down the curve of his neck, watching the water droplets collect along his collarbone and run off. All thought left your mind and you leaned forward attaching your lips to the curve of it, nipping lightly and trailing up his neck. Feeling his pulse deepen against your delicate flesh. You heard a frustrated groan but you weren't sure which of you it came from.

Dean took your shoulders in his hands and pushed you away to look into your eyes, "That can wait." His voice was deep and thick. You pouted your lip and he kissed your forehead hard. Then added, "Just not tonight, okay? I don't want you to think I took advantage of you in the morning. Now, turn around."

You turned in his hold so you faced the spout of the shower and felt Dean's fingers in your hair. He dragged the strands away from your face and underneath the spray. You turned up the heat of the water until you could feel it in the bones of your toes and your veins glowed bright red against your skin.

"I think you're hot enough," Dean reached in front of you to turn down the heat but you dragged his hand back and laid it flush against your stomach instead. "Let me take care of you."

You let him pull his hand back, feeling it linger on your hip. Maybe the water was too hot. You didn't adjust it though.

Then his fingers were in your hair again, massaging honey and cucumber scented shampoo into your scalp and you closed your eyes. The air around you was so thick with steam that you felt it heavy in your lungs. You started to feel dizzy again in the heat and braced yourself against the wall. The sleek tile against your cheek cooled you down slightly as his nails gently scratched behind your ears and down your neck and then back up again.

He took the nozzle of the shower hose and rinsed out your hair. Repeating the process with some conditioner until the strands slipped through his fingers with ease. You would've fallen asleep had your senses not been in overdrive. Every touch made you want him more and you bit your cheek until you tasted copper and whimpered.

The water shut off and you opened your eyes. Dean wrapping the largest towel you owned around your shoulders and directing you out of the stall. He grabbed a towel off the back of the door for himself and wrapped it around his hips before shimmying out of his wet boxers. He rang them out and tossed them over the door of the shower to dry.

You tried to do the same but your movements weren't as elegant and the towel slipped before Dean caught it, blushing hard. He held it up for you as you removed your bra and panties, tossing them haphazardly to the shower floor.

You hadn't noticed that you were standing in front of the mirror until you grabbed the towel back from Dean. His eyes sunk down from the ceiling when you wrapped the soft material around yourself feeling a little too high to be embarrassed by the show he most likely got. Since the fog on the mirror let up quicker than it took you to change.

Lucky him.

Your eyes fell down his bare chest, water droplets still clinging to his skin as you chewed on your lip again. It was blatantly obvious what you were thinking and Dean seemed to shift uncomfortably when you wet your lips.

He cleared his throat and you met his gaze, "Stop looking at me like that."

"Hm, like what?" Your gaze fell again.

"Like that! Like I'm a piece of meat."

"I seem to remember you looking at me a lot like that." You said, winking at him playfully. "Like when I come home from the gym in my purple leggings."

"That's different."

"How?"

"I don't know, it just is."

"Why?"

"Because, it is."

"Because it is, why?"

"I'm not doing this with you again, Y/N." He sighed and breathed into his palm, rubbing the scruff on his chin. "It's just different."

"That's a double standard." You crossed your arms over your chest, glaring up at him.

"One I enjoy immensely," he smirked and mirrored your flirty wink.

You pouted, "But it's not fair. You have a nice body, why can't I notice, too?"

"You're right," he sighed and placed his hands on your shoulders, "Do me a favour though, don't notice until you're sober."

"Why?" You asked again but he didn't answer like you thought he would this time.

He just chuckled and pulled you into his chest, "Let's get you to bed, Y/N. Walk this way."

He twirled you around and shuffled behind you as he directed you towards the bedroom. The layout of his house mirrored yours so you weren't surprised when he found your room on the first try when he pushed one of the doors open.

"But I'm not sleepy," you whined and twirled back around when Dean nudged you towards the bed.

He sighed again, "What if I lay down with you for a while? Could you try to sleep it off then?"

"Yeah," you beamed and nodded, throwing back the comforters to crawl into the bed.

You didn't think you could spend the night in that big bed alone. Not tonight, not the way you were feeling. You felt like an open sore, achy and oozing. Even if Dean didn't want to be intimate until you were sober enough to remember the night you'd have with him, at least he could hold your pieces together and keep you from falling apart completely.

You squirmed until he slipped into bed next to you and you were able to curl into his side and cling to him. Your skin heated uncomfortably though, so you wiggled out of your towel and threw it across the room. You heard Dean huff out a nervous laugh as you cuddled into him again and pressed your face into his flushed neck. Your bare chest pressed to his and you felt a tingle rush through the sensitive peaks of flesh meeting his.

You might've made a small noise of contentment, but you couldn't hear past your own ears. You sighed, feeling Dean swallow and catch your wandering hand against his lower stomach. He held your palm over his heart instead and the heavy thump, thump of it lulled you to sleep. Near sleep at least, as you closed your eyes and breathed in his scent.

"You're not gonna leave, right? Like I'm not gonna wake up in the middle of the night and you won't be here?" You asked, your skin humming against his.

"I'll be here when you wake up, sweetheart," he promised, his voice deep and husky again like he'd just woken up. "I'll even make you breakfast."

"No way! Like pancakes and bacon and eggs and-"

"Yes," Dean chuckled, "Whatever you want, I'll make it for you. Just sleep now, and no funny business." He squeezed your palm in his as if he wasn't the only one aware that only a thin piece of damp material separated the two of you, "I mean it, Y/N."

You giggled and laced your fingers together. Happy with the buzz stemming from the pulse in your fingertips syncing with his. That's what it felt like, your hearts beating to the same drum. You wondered if he felt it too, or if it was just another side effect of the drug.

"Dean. I dare you to kiss me."

You pulled your face from his neck and tilted your head up to him. He looked at you for a moment and smirked, the smile reaching his eyes and crinkling the corners. He leaned in close and cupped your cheek with both your hands still entwined. Then kissed you on the forehead and chuckled when you sulked.

"Dare me tomorrow." He said, releasing your hand to tug the comforters over your shoulders.

You relented and placed your palm back over his heart, allowing the thump to pull you asleep this time. Letting the drugs finally wear thin as you slept them off. All night. And waking in the morning in the same position with Dean's hand on your waist and a tired fog clouding your mind. His thumb aimlessly brushing back and forth over your skin.

"How long have you been awake?" You asked as the events from the night before started to replay in your mind. This time with a new level of embarrassment creeping into your cheeks. "I'm not wearing any pyjamas, am I?"

"Nope." He said, checking your pupils in the morning sunlight streaming through breaks in the curtains. Seemingly satisfied, he smirked. "Still dare me?"

It only took a second for your cheeks to burn and you realized that line you'd drawn with him when you first moved in a year ago needed to be reevaluated. "Yeah."

Dean's hand left your waist and he lifted your chin with a finger. He dipped his head at an angle and fit his lips perfectly over yours. Kissing you with the weight of a feather for only a second.

You almost missed it, "I dare you to kiss me like I know you want to." You said.

He smiled as his fingers trailed up your jaw and tangled in the hair on the nape of your neck. He brushed his lips against yours teasingly and chuckled before he smashed his mouth to yours. Sucking the breath straight from your lungs until they burned in a way that wasn't displeasing. He pulled away, then ducked back in for another kiss and then another one. Kissing you so many times that you felt high all over again. A better type of high this time though. A natural high.

Your lips chilled without the warmth of his mouth when he finally pulled away.

"Dare me to try again?" He asked and you bit your lip as you nodded. Dean kissed you breathless once more before he remembered, "I promised you breakfast, didn't I?"

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A/N: Read part 2 here

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iprobablyshipit91 · 1 year

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Magical Blooms

Genre: romance / mutual pining / fluff

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: none I think?

Written for: @spnchristmasbingo

Square filled: Flower Shop AU

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My first ever Dean Winchester fic and I’m terrified. Please let me know what you think! Also, all the flowers used at each part of the story are used for a reason…

This wasn't a big deal. Nope. No. Not at all. Not in the slightest. Actually, it was the exact opposite of a big deal. An insignificant speck if you will. And one that certainly hadn’t even registered on your radar. After all, there was a flurry of customers walk through the doors to Magical Blooms each and every day, and quite a number of these were regulars. Just because one of those regulars was an undeniably gorgeous man that flirted shamelessly, owned more flannel than you thought possible for one person, had adorable bow legs, and the most captivating green eyes that you had ever seen was most certainly not a big deal. And just because he was inexplicably absent today after you’d seen him every Friday without fail for the last six months was also not a big deal. It's not like you had really noticed anyway, having spent the morning softly singing Christmas songs along to the radio whilst putting together a similarly themed bouquet with holly, pine, and red chrysanthemums. And okay, maybe you were secretly hoping he would love said bouquet, but that also wasn’t a big deal. You just liked to please your customers. And anyway, all of this had to be no big deal whether you liked it or not because he had a girlfriend. A girlfriend that he came and bought flowers for weekly without fail, coming into the store and carefully choosing something different and unique rather than having an easier standing order. You couldn’t decide if he was completely in love or just an incredibly attentive boyfriend. Either way, you couldn’t let it be a big deal.

He had first rushed in to your little shop at the end of May and purchased a beautiful and remarkably expensive bouquet of white roses. You couldn’t help but drink in the way he had looked in a dark Henley, red plaid button down and jeans, shaking yourself a little to ensure you weren’t just gaping as he paid with his card. The small smirk on his face before he hurried out told you that you might not have succeeded as well as you’d hoped.

The next week he was back much to your delight; his dirty blonde hair gorgeously disheveled and green eyes sparkling at you the second he walked in. After casually browsing the shop he made a beeline towards you.

"Which of these do you like better?" he had asked as he approached, one hand holding yellow carnations and the other deep pink gloxinia. You put the pen down on top of the order form you’d been failing to fill out for the last ten minutes and forced yourself to go into professional mode. You were used to helping guys pick flowers; just because this one looked like a damn Greek god didn’t stop you doing your job.

"They are both great choices. Are they for a special someone? Or maybe a special occasion?"

"Well sweetheart, I guess I would say they’re for a special someone." he smirked, wetting his lips with his tongue and you couldn't help the way your heart beat a little faster at his deep rumble.

"Okay, well what sort of flowers does she like? Or does she have a favourite colour maybe?"

"Uh…" he faltered.

"Or he." You quickly amended, hoping you hadn't offended him. His eyes bulged a little and you were sure the flowers weren't for a man. You couldn't help feeling a little pleased.

"No." he shook his head, looking a little flustered. He took a deep breath. “No. I…" But his answer was cut short by the sharp call of Rowena, your interfering but well meaning boss and the owner of Magical Blooms.

"Y/n!"

"Excuse me just one second," you told him before meeting Rowena at the door to the back room.

"I don't pay you to flirt with customers now do I dear. I don't care how attractive they are." You felt your cheeks heat up at the volume of the older lady’s Scottish brogue. There was no way he hadn't heard her.

"Rowena!" You whispered indignantly. "Don't be embarrassing. He is buying flowers for his girlfriend!"

"Well that is a damned shame" she whispered back with a mischievous smirk, her eyes darting over to the perfection still stood at the counter. “Because that man is delicious." You rolled your eyes. You had a strange but very close relationship with the older woman having worked in her shop since you were a kid. From the way you spoke to each other though people wouldn’t have known. Most of the time your conversations sounded more like arguments. You spun on your heel with Rowena calling with a smirk "Remember I won't hesitate to fire you!"

You heaved a sigh, biting your lip to stop the retort that was brewing. Instead you made your way back to the handsome customer, plastering on a smile to cover the fact you were positive he had heard every word.

"Sorry. My boss." You rolled your eyes again.

He laughed; a deep sound that struck you low in the stomach and sent your heart into overdrive once again. "I understand, Sweetheart."

You shot him a grateful smile, keeping eye contact longer than was necessary. The green captivating you completely.

"So…do you know what flowers your girlfriend likes?" You asked again, desperately clinging on to your professionalism.

He shook his head a smirk on his handsome face. "We have only just met."

"Hmmm…." You thought briefly, glancing between the flowers. "I would say most women would probably pick the carnations out the two. They are a pretty safe bet."

He nodded but looked at you thoughtfully, narrowing his eyes, like he was trying to read your expression. "I asked which you liked better though, and you prefer the pink ones, don’t you?"

You tried to hide your surprise that he had noticed your preference for the gloxinia. You frowned and his smirk grew, his eyebrow rising mischievously.

“Yes, I just think they’re beautiful." You said honestly with a shrug. With a satisfied nod and a breath-taking smile that lit up his whole face, he quickly returned the carnations to their place.

"Gloxinia it is then!" he said; his smile boyish and utterly adorable.

You grinned back helplessly as you reached for the flowers in his hand and firmly ignored the hum of electricity in your body as your fingers gently brushed.

"My name is Dean." He said as you rung up the bouquet.

"Y/n."

That visit was just the start and you very quickly found that you looked forward to your Friday shift more than any other. Each week Dean would walk around the shop in his flannel shirt, examining all the available arrangements and then ask for your input and opinion. There was always a smile and usually a wink or flirty comment too and you couldn’t help how quickly he became your favorite customer. As the weeks went on you eventually started talking about other topics. You learnt early on about Dean’s pride and joy; a sleek black Impala that he affectionately called Baby. It almost frightened you how soon the hum of the engine became familiar to you as you eagerly awaited his next visit.

In late July he told you that he would be gone for two weeks while he visited his younger brother in California, pride once again colouring his tone. You had been taken aback at how much you had actually ended up missed him in that fortnight and realised just how important his visits had become to you. Remembering his girlfriend however you mentally scolded yourself and forced your thoughts elsewhere. But then Friday had rolled back around and he was there, almost first thing, in relaxed jeans, his favourite red plaid button down and damn it if your heart didn’t do a flip just at the mere sight of him. There was an eagerness to his expression that made you think that maybe, just maybe, he had missed you too.

"Welcome back!" You smiled despite the promises you made to yourself to take a step back. To not let yourself fall for someone who was already taken.

"Thanks sweetheart! It's so good to be back," he said as he closed the space between you. "I, er, well I brought you something." He pulled a small wrapped box from his pocket. You looked at it quizzically. "A gift, for my favorite florist." he explained. "I saw this and, well, it made me think of you."

Your eyebrows shot up; you didn't know what to say. After hesitating a moment too long he shook the box slightly for you to take.

He waited patiently, rubbing his jaw with nerves, as you unwrapped it. It was a dainty gold necklace with a small primrose pressed in glass dangling from the middle. It was beautiful and so very thoughtful. "Dean… wow. Its wonderful. I absolutely love it." You smiled up at him shyly and you saw him visibly relax as he beamed back.

"I could er, help? Put it on I mean. If you wanted me to?”

You nodded, passing him the necklace before turning slowly and moving your hair out of the way for him. You steadied your breathing as best you could, feeling your heart pound in your ears. His warm fingers brushed softly against your neck as he fastened the clasp and you felt yourself shiver involuntary. You looked back over your shoulder to him, his hot breath tickling your neck from your proximity yet he didn’t step away and you found you couldn't move either. You were trapped in a space full of his smell, his body heat, and your own thudding heart.

"Y/n. I…" Dean began only to be interrupted by the thudding of the shop door as a frantic customer came barrelling through. The spell you were both under immediately broke and you stepped away, breathless and eager to get rid of the interruption. But after fifteen gruelling minutes of helping debate the merits of pink roses over red; Dean motioned that he had to go. It was only later that night that you realised he hadn't bought any flowers.

The beautiful gift and his lack of purchase had filled you with a strange hope. Had he perhaps broken up with his girlfriend? What would he have said before you got interrupted? Would he have asked you out? The questions plagued you all night and into your shift the next day. Your fingers toying with the trinket around your neck constantly as your thoughts wandered to Dean. You were still brooding over the possibilities as you helped your best friend Benny pick out flowers for his anniversary.

"These are perfect as usual! What would I do without you, Sugar?" Came his Southern drawl as he wrapped his arm around you and kissed your head affectionately. You rolled your eyes at his antics when you suddenly noticed Dean in the middle of the door way, your heart soaring at his unexpected appearance. You smiled brightly but he didn’t return it; a strange, sullen, look on his face. You stopped yourself from frowning and turned back to your friend; eager for him to go so you could speak to Dean alone, preferably before Benny realised who he was as the embarrassment opportunities would be just too great for him to pass up.

“So, I’ll see you this weekend?” You say, remembering Andrea had invited you and some other friends over for dinner.

“You will indeed,” he replies easily, pressing another kiss to your hairline before retreating out the shop, the door thudding behind him.

You turned, your eyes searching the shop for Dean. Benny is long forgotten as your mind turned towards finally finishing your interrupted conversation. He was studying a wall of flowers, half turned away from you.

"Hey!" You said a little breathlessly as you reached him. "I’ve been expecting you." He turned with raised eyebrows "I mean, you know, since you didn't, er, buy anything yesterday." You gave a small smile as your stomach erupted with butterflies. Your fingers latch onto the cool glass of your necklace, the necklace he had just given you the day before, for reassurance. "The…uh… hyacinths are fresh." You gestured awkwardly at the yellow flowers in front of him. “Or I have some marigolds you might like?” You were hoping this would be it, that he was going to turn around and tell you he wasn't here for flowers. That actually, he no longer had someone to buy flowers for. Instead he sighed and pouted. "Yeah, the hyacinths are fine."

You nodded, feeling your heart sink like a stone. Ever the professional though you gesture to an arrangement. "Is this one okay?"

"Sure." He grabbed it without even really looking and swiftly walked past you, heading to the register. Silence reigned as you rung him up. Instead of bright eyes and friendly banter there was a crease in his brow and a slight frown. It was the first time you remembered feeling uncomfortable around Dean and it felt so wrong. Your mind floundered for conversation topics. You paused before handing him his receipt.

"Dean. Is everything okay?"

He finally looked at you, and flashed half-hearted smile that looked more like a grimace at best. "I'm fine, Sweetheart. Just a lot on my mind."

"Oh, sure." You replied stiffly as you handed him his receipt. He took it and turned to go. You felt a weird constriction in your throat; the meeting had not gone as planned. You grabbed at your necklace and just as he placed his hand on the door you called out. "See you next week?"

You meant it as a goodbye but you could hear the question in your voice as clear as day. He paused, tossing you a look back, and his face broke into another small smile, though this one was much more genuine. "Of course, Sweetheart. Next week."

The next week came and he appeared and things went back to normal, as if nothing had ever happened. You talked and flirted and he bought his flowers. You never took the necklace off and felt sure he must have noticed, though he never once mentioned it. You tried not to be disappointed, you tried to be satisfied with your relationship, limited as it was, and enjoy the moments you shared. Mostly you succeeded. Sometimes you couldn't help yourself and tried to pry information about his mysterious girlfriend.

"So, you two must have an anniversary coming up soon?" You asked one day in early November as he contemplated some red carnations.

"Huh?" he turned in confusion.

"Well, when your first came in at the end of May you said you had just met someone. So your six month anniversary as a couple should be coming up." You rushed to explain yourself. You glanced shyly up when he didn't immediately respond. He had a wicked smirk plastered on his face.

"Why, Sweetheart. I didn’t realise you monitored my love life so closely."

"I don’t.” You quickly covered with a roll of your eyes. “It's just my job to remember this kind of stuff. That’s all.”

“Right,” he said disbelievingly, the mischief never leaving his eyes. “And how do you know that we would even celebrate such a minor anniversary? That’s very chick flick.”

You scoffed. "Please. Dean you are such a hopeless romantic. I’d put money on you celebrating any anniversary!"

"I take offense at the idea that I am hopeless or romantic!" He points his finger at you.

"Oh come on! You literally come here to buy flowers for her every week! How much more romantic can you get?"

"Yeah well, perhaps I only come to see you." he shot back, the teasing words sounding oddly serious with his tone. You meet his gaze and find yourself unable and to look away. The moment stretched on before you finally bit your lip and turned away with your heart thundering in your ears. It was only later that night while you pondered what he could have meant that you realised he had, once again, avoided telling you anything about his girlfriend.

You thought about his words often as you absently clutched your necklace. You wondered what he had meant and if you were crazy to think he had meant anything serious.

Benny had caught you in just such a moment of contemplation last week.

"Hello! Y/n! Anybody home?" He called snapping you back to reality.

"Sorry what?"

"What is up with you today, Sugar? It’s like your not even here." Benny asked.

"It's Friday." Rowena responded from her perch behind the register. You shot her a dirty look.

“What’s Friday got to do with anything?” Benny asked, still looking confused.

“Loverboy is coming today."

"Don't call him that." You groaned as Benny perked up at the same time and asked “Loverboy?”

"Well, what should we call him?" Rowena smirked wickedly.

"Nothing! Because he is just a customer. We aren’t dating. We aren’t lovers." Rowena just raised her eyebrows, smirk unwavering and you threw your hands up in exasperation.

“Hold up,” Benny interrupted. “Is this the mysterious Dean you mentioned a few weeks back?”

“Indeed,” Rowena supplied as you pinched your nose in frustration.

“Yes, but he’s just a friend and he has a girlfriend. There’s nothing there.”

“But you like him, Honey. I can tell,” Benny points at you.

“It doesn’t matter what I feel, he’s got a girlfriend Benny. I can’t forget that.”

Benny clucks his tongue sympathetically and pulls you in for a hug.

“Can I…”

“You’re never meeting him,” you interrupt quickly, knowing exactly what your friend is going to ask.

"Actually if you stick around you are guaranteed to meet him." Rowena pointed out unhelpfully.

You pull away from Benny annoyed. “Are you still here?” You grumble to your boss. She just smiles in response and makes her way to the back room.

"That settles it. I’m staying until he shows up." Benny declares and you know better than to argue with him.

"Fine. But if you embarrass me you can find someone else to help you with Andrea’s Christmas present!"

You didn't have to wait that long; fifteen minutes later Dean came sauntering through the door. He was dressed in his usual shirt and jacket combination and of course your traitor heart sped up at the sight of him. Benny had kept out of sight as you helped Dean choose a bunch of snowdrops. He then pounced before you could move to the register.

"Y/n, do you think Andrea will appreciate this bouquet?" He rounded the corner and then gave the biggest look of fake surprise as he pretended to see Dean for the first time.

"Oh, I’m sorry, Sugar! I didn't know you were with a customer." He said with mock surprise. You barely contained your eye roll at his ridiculous antics.

You forced your tone to be bright. "No problem. Dean this is my best friend Benny. Benny, yes I’m sure your wife will love those.”

"Best friend? Wife?" You heard him murmur before Benny began speaking again.

"Me and Y/n go way back. She always knows just what my Andrea will love."

You glanced at Dean and was pleased to see a wide, goofy, grin plastered to his face.

“She always picks out the best flowers,” he agreed.

There was a pleasant pause and then Deans phone rung. He apologised and quickly walked out of the shop to answer.

"I can see why you like him Honey, and he certainly has eyes for you." Benny smiled as soon as the door closed.

“Oh, stop it,” you attempt to brush it off although you hear Rowena’s voice drift out from the back saying “I told you so!”

Dean stuck his head back in. "Sorry. Sam emergency, I’m going to have to leave town. Can I pay for these when I get back?"

"Of course! No problem."

"Thanks. See ya next week?"

You had nodded, already looking forward to next Friday.

But next Friday had come and gone and Dean had not shown up. Which, of course, was no big deal.

"Did I miss Dean today?" Rowena asks offhandedly.

"No. He didn't come in." You try to match her tone.

"Really? Well that is good news."

You jerk your head up in confusion. "What? Why?"

"Well dear, if he isn't buying flowers maybe he’s broken up with that girlfriend of his. Which means the two of you can finally stop making eyes at each other and go out."

You feel a thrill in your heart but reply sarcastically. "Please. If Dean was interested in me I think he would have made a move long ago."

Rowena’s reply was only a knowing smile and a short "Mmm-hmm".

You try not to get your hopes up. You fail miserably.

An hour later, Rowena is gone and your closing up the shop for the night. The lights are off as you pick up your keys when you hear a tap on the door. You turn around expecting a desperate customer and gasp when you see Dean grinning back at you.

He looks just like he always did; hair disheveled, a flannel shirt layered over a black tee, and just enough scruff on his face to add to the whole rugged look he had going for him.

As you walk through the darkened shop with only the street light shining through the windows you feel a mix of nerves and excitement at his arrival after Rowena’s earlier words. You unlock the door and let him in. Cold air sweeps in and you convince yourself that is why you shiver and not because of his proximity.

"Sorry, I hope I'm not too late. I only just got back into town." he says.

You shake your head. "No, it’s fine. I was just leaving." There is a pause and you realise how much more intimate the shop seems in the low light. In the shadow you can't quite make out his eyes, but he’s staring at you. "I was beginning to think maybe something awful had happened to you."

"Like what?" he asks, his teeth flashing in the dark.

"The flu, a car crash, an alien invasion?"

He shook his head. "None of those things could keep me away." His cold hand reaches out and toys with a strand of your hair. You don’t understand how such a simple gesture could suck the breath from your lungs and send your head spinning.

"Rowena thought… well that maybe you might have broken up with your girlfriend." You bite your lip, afraid of his answer.

He chuckles. "Well it seems both you and Rowena were wrong." Your stomach drops and you step back, your hope shattering and walls around your heart flying up. You wish he hadn't shown up at all now. At least then you could have had one night of blissful fantasy.

"I see. I..uh… I need to get going." Your voice dull. "Maybe try the grocery store. I am sure…"

'"No. Y/n. You don't understand." he interrupts, his hand rubbing his jaw. "I don't have a girlfriend."

"What? Since when?" Of all the things you thought Dean might say this was not one of them.

He grins sheepishly, dips his head and rubs his neck. "I never even had a girlfriend. The first time I came in I was in a hurry, getting flowers for my friends wedding. I wanted to ask you out but I didn't have time. So I came back and I had it all planned. I was going to have you pick your favorite flowers and then give them to you and ask you out. But then Rowena threatened to fire you for flirting and I…"

"But she didn't mean that!" You interrupt, your mind reeling to make sense of his story.

"I know that now! But I didn’t then and I was worried. I didn't think you would want to date me if I got you fired. So I let you think I had a girlfriend and kept buying flowers just so I could spend time with you."

"That's…that's ridiculous."

Dean chuckles. "That's what my brother said when I explained everything to him in August. So I bought you the necklace and I was going to tell you everything. But then I saw you with Benny and I, well I thought he was your boyfriend."

"Benny is married!" You protest.

"Again, I know that now! But you two seemed awfully close and maybe I was a bit blinded by jealously." Dean ducks his head and shuffles his feet. "But I didn't want to stop seeing you. So I settled for spending a few minutes with you each week, even though I thought you loved someone else."

"That sounds familiar." You reply. You know exactly what he means because it is the echo of your own heart.

Dean steps closer his hand reaching for your cheek. "Really?"

You nod and lean closer, your heart threatening to leave your body. "Yes. Dean I…" But Dean doesn't let you finish. His cool lips find yours in a gentle caress. He pulls back his breath hot on your cheek.

"Sorry I just, I've wanted to do that for six months." You grin and grab his shirt. Pulling his lips back to yours, eager to taste and claim. You melt into each other, your heavy breathing and occasional moans filling the dark shop. You grip his hair and he caresses your neck. You slide a hand to his chest and he pulls at your hips. When you break, gasping for breath, you both smile.

Dean tucks a stray hair behind your ear. "Can I buy you dinner?" he asks, still a little breathless.

He comes into the shop the next afternoon.

"Are you coming in on Saturday now?" Rowena asks with narrowed eyes.

"Well actually…" Dean begins, scratching behind his ear.

"Dean, what can I help you with?" You appear a broad grin lighting your face. Rowena shrugs and leaves you alone; thinking that if the boy doesn't make a move soon she might have to ban him from the shop.

Dean shoots you a smirk. "I was hoping you might have some mistletoe. With Christmas being right around the corner and all."

"It's your lucky day. I think we have some in the back." You nod your head and Dean follows you to the back room, a bounce in his step.

Rowena doesn't bother to mention that there is no mistletoe in the back room nor does she comment on your disheveled state when you finally emerge empty handed twenty minutes later.

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heavenssexiestangel · 3 months

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In Darkness, Light Chapter 1

Hello everyone. This is my new fanfic. See tags, notes, etc :)

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Rating: Explicit

Ship: Arthur Ketch/Dean

Word count: 2547

Written for: @anyfandomaubingo

Prompt: Immortal AU

Tags and Warnings: Vampire AU, Vampire Dean Winchester, Jewish Dean Winchester, Trans Dean Winchester, Vampie Arthur Ketch, Jewish Arthur Ketch, Poet Arthur Ketch, Arranged Marriage, original poetry, Eventual Pregnancy. Eventual new tags and characters will be added as they appear.

Summary: Dean Winchester lives in Lawrence, Kansas, with his Nest. It’s both a peaceful and harsh life, but he is not sure he’d want to change it. One day, his father tells him they must go to Lebanon, Kansas, to meet another vampire Nest - a famous and strangely big one. John tells him he’s been talking with their Alpha for months, because it’s the Nest his father came from, and he wants to be part of it even though Henry Winchester left him when he was still young. The agreement is for Dean, John’s oldest son, to marry the other Alpha’s son, Arthur Ketch. Vampires mate for life, and there would be no way for Dean to get out of it - not without jeopardizing the relationship between the two Nests and dooming theirs. Despite Dean and Arthur disliking each other since the very first time they meet, they must learn to trust and be loyal to each other, no matter how rocky their path is.

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Notes: Hello, hello everyone! I come with a new, shiny, long story :) I had started writing it for the @spnproshipbang, but I had to, unfortunately, drop out due to having way too frigging much on my plate. I hope to participate in the next round, if there is one. Since I had the 1st chapter ready and I'm working on the second, and I have notes for the next few chapters, I decided to start publishing the story as I write it (as I usually do). As you will see, for each chapter (or most) I wrote and will write a beginning poem. The poem is written from Arthur's POV, as he's a poet in this story. As you may also see from the tags, Arthur and Dean (as well as the rest of the characters) are vampires. I will take a lot of the lore from SPN, but I will also add my own lore, which you will eventually see. Both Art and Dean are also Jewish, because, why the fuck not? :) And Dean is Trans. I wanted to explore a lot of things with this story, and I put a lot of my favorite tropes and topics in it. Hopefully, you'll like it too.

Excerpt:

Dean observed as his father played with an old, modified Colt, one of the many trinkets they had kept from their human victims. That one had belonged to one of those stupid, reckless people who often entered their home, certain they could kill the monsters living in it. They hadn’t had one of those in a while. John Winchester touched the weapon with expert hands, tracing the intricate decorations, and sighed at it, as if it had personally offended him. For all I know, it has… They had been sitting at the dinner table in what had once been the living room of the human house they had picked as their Nest for at least half an hour. His father had still not uttered a single word. Dean knew better than to break the silence, even though it was driving him insane. He tore away his eyes from his father and looked around the room instead, tapping his fingers on the table. The blinds made so that no light came from the windows, and no one could see inside. Both things were crucial for them – the light of the sun could be extremely dangerous, and humans would kill them if they found out what they truly were. Why won’t he talk? He wondered, staring at the wall behind his father, stacked with other weapons. What did I do wrong? There was no other reason for John to ask him to talk alone if not Dean fucking something up, which he seemed to do often, lately. His leg bounced up and down as he thought about what it could be. I was careful with feeding, he mused. And I haven’t mentioned Sam in months. His little brother was a taboo subject, ever since he had left the Nest after a huge fight with their father because he wanted to go live with the humans. That had not gone well for Dean or Adam, their youngest brother.

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anotherspnfanfic · 1 year

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Hit and Run: Nightmares

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word count: 2540

Square Filled: Hugs for TMAS bingo @supernatural-jackles

Warnings: nightmares, character death (but not really), lots of fluff

Summary: Dean is still haunted by her accident.

A/N: Well it’s been over 2 years since the last timestamp on this but this part of the accident I never wrote into the original series wouldn’t get out of my head... so here it is. 😊

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It was a beautiful spring day. Clear blue skies, birds chirping, and the smell of freshly-mowed grass lingering in the air. A perfect day, yet Dean couldn’t seem to shake this sense of dread.

He rinsed soap suds off the side of the truck. Before he could set the hose down, the bells sounded through the station. Hastily, he and the rest of the crew loaded into the trucks and pulled out of the station.

The lieutenant advised they were headed to a single-vehicle hit-and-run crash on the highway.

The silencing of the sirens and hiss of the air brakes announced their arrival on the scene. He was overcome with an intense sense of déjà vu as he climbed out of the truck to see the mangled blue Mustang.

Everyone moved towards the car to begin extricating the driver, but he couldn’t move. He felt like his feet were cemented to the ground.

Before he could figure out why, he was standing behind the ambulance with her on the stretcher. His hand was in hers as she cried out in agony. “I know it hurts. Just breathe and squeeze as hard as you need to, sweetheart.” She was then loaded into the ambo with him sitting beside her.

He held tightly onto her hand, worried that if he let go, she might just disappear. Suddenly, she squeezed his hand, panic filling her eyes as she struggled to breathe. In an attempt to soothe her however he could, he ran his thumb softly over her knuckles.

As Sam and Cas worked to treat her, he whispered soft reassurances. He was fairly certain she didn’t hear him over the commotion, but he continued anyway. Less than a minute passed, and she was able to breathe easier once more.

Dean watched as she slowly started to relax as the adrenaline in her system began to fade. She fought to keep her eyes open and her grip firm on his hand.

“Four minutes out!” Benny hollered from the driver's seat.

Moments later, her hand went lax in his just before she lost her fight for consciousness. “Stay awake, kiddo. Come on, open your eyes,” he pleaded.

Next, the heart monitor began to blare warning tones. “V-fib,” Cas announced.

“Damn it,” Sam muttered. Pressing his fingers against her neck, he added, “Lost her pulse. Dean, compressions.”

Once again, Dean was completely frozen in place. Why couldn’t he move? He had to save her.

He blinked and was then standing outside the trauma room at the hospital. He watched as the doctors worked to resuscitate her. “No,” he breathed out. “No, no, no. This isn’t what happened.”

“Hold compressions,” said the doctor. “Clear.”

Dean flinched as she was shocked once again. He shook his head. “We got her back in the ambulance. This is all wrong.”

The doctor looked at the monitor as the monotone droned on. He shook his head and sighed defeatedly.

“No. No, no, no, no, no.”

“Time of death…”

Dean gasped, jolting upright. Disoriented, it took a moment for him to realize where he was. He was at home, in his own bed.

As he tried to catch his breath, he glanced over his shoulder to see her sleeping soundly. She was safe and right beside him. He sighed in relief. It was only a nightmare.

Once he’d started to regain his bearings, he took a slow, deep breath. He scrubbed his hand down his face in an attempt to wipe the remaining images from his mind.

“Dean?” she asked, grogginess in her voice.

Not having noticed she’d woken, he nearly startled at the sound. Looking over his shoulder once more, he plastered on what he hoped was a convincing smile. “It’s early, sweetheart. Go back to sleep.”

She wasn’t convinced, though. Hearing the breathlessness in his voice, she pushed herself up to sit beside him. “Are you okay?”

He didn’t look at her as he nodded. “Yeah. Just a bad dream. I’m fine.”

“Wanna talk about it?” she asked as she rubbed between his shoulder blades.

He shrugged.

“Was it about that bad call this week? That fire…?”

He shuddered at the memory, but shook his head. “No, but maybe that was what triggered it.”

She didn’t push. Instead, she just wrapped her arms around him and squeezed gently. Keeping her arms snug around him, she rested her head on his shoulder and waited for him to speak again.

He lowered his head to kiss her arm and then turned his head awkwardly to press another to the top of her head. “It was about you.” She pulled back just enough to see his face. “Your accident. It was like I was back in that ambo with you when you almost—” He cleared his throat. “Except in the nightmare, you did.”

“Hey.” She shifted to kneel in front of him and took his face between her hands. “But I didn’t. I’m right here.”

“You did, though,” he whispered, closing his eyes tightly. “For a very long three and a half minutes… you were dead.”

She lifted his hand and placed his palm against her chest and held it there. “See, I’m just fine. I’m alive, and I’m not going anywhere.”

As his eyes locked with hers again, she watched some of the tension in his shoulders start to melt away.

She laid her hand over his heart, and he lifted his free hand to press hers tight to his chest. She could feel that it was still racing with the remnants of fear from his nightmare. She leaned forward and started to pepper kisses across his jawline and down the side of his neck.

He let his head fall forward to rest in the crook of her neck. She moved her hand to the back of his neck and started to play with the short hairs. They sat like that for several minutes in silence as he reassured himself that she really was there and she was okay.

“Besides…” she started, pulling away to look at him with a smirk. “You didn’t even know me back then. It would have just been another crappy day at the office.”

He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “That is not funny.”

She chuckled. “Just a little?”

He shook his head. “Not even a smidge.” Grabbing her arm, he quickly spun her around so her back was against his chest and then flopped back against the bed.

She squealed at the abrupt movement as he rolled both of them to their sides and made himself comfortable.

She smiled. “I love you, Dean.”

“I love you more.” He squeezed her hard before his hands found hers. With his left, he interlaced their fingers, and his right wrapped around her wrist, his fingertips settling against her pulse.

His fingers stayed firmly in place until his breathing evened out and he relaxed into sleep. It was a position he fell asleep in fairly regularly. She had never really understood why. Until now.

Once she was sure he was fully asleep, she gave into her own drowsiness. She took a deep breath, enveloped in the smell of his shampoo and aftershave. Pulling their intertwined hands closer, she pressed a kiss to his knuckles before drifting off.

When she woke again, sunlight streamed through the crack between the curtains. Dean’s arm was now loosely draped over her waist as he snored lightly.

She contemplated waking him, but decided against it. After the nightmare he’d had, she figured he could use the extra rest. She thought about just lying there or trying to go back to sleep until he woke up, but then her stomach growled loudly. Rolling just enough to look over her shoulder at Dean, she smiled. He looked so peaceful, a welcome contrast to a few hours earlier. She carefully lifted his arm so she could get up without waking him and went into the kitchen to make breakfast.

She was stirring scrambled eggs, flipping bacon, and toasting a bagel while the coffee brewed. Once everything was ready, she set all the bacon on one plate and poured two mugs of coffee. As she started to put the eggs on plates, Dean came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tightly.

He huffed. “You know, of all the mornings I would have rather not woken up alone…”

Setting the pan and spatula back on the stove, she spun around in his arms and then stood up on her tip-toes to kiss him. “I’m sorry.” Reaching up to run her fingers through his hair, she continued, “I didn’t expect you to wake up. I was planning on coming back to wake you with breakfast.”

He stole a piece of bacon and ate it. “You’re forgiven.” After a quick kiss on her forehead, he took the plate of bacon and one mug and headed back towards the bedroom.

“Where are you going?”

“To wait for the rest of my breakfast in bed!” He disappeared from her sight as she laughed.

Quickly, she finished dishing up the eggs and placed them on a tray to bring into the bedroom.

“You know we could have just eaten at the table. You were already up.”

“And pass up the rare opportunity for breakfast in bed?” He scoffed. “No way.”

She set the tray down and situated herself beside him on the bed. He held up a piece of bacon for her, but before she could bite it, he pulled it away and ate it himself. They both fell into a fit of laughter as she pushed him back into the pillows. “So rude!”

“Sorry. Here, for you.” He lifted another piece towards her, but she didn’t move to take it from him.

Instead, she grabbed two pieces off the plate and shoved both in her mouth. While chewing she said, “You thought I was going to fall for that again?”

“Maybe.” He chuckled.

They ate in comfortable silence. When she was done eating, she slowly sipped her coffee. She swirled the dark liquid in the mug before she spoke. “You know, in all the times we have talked about that day, we have never talked about that part before last night.”

“I know.” He sighed. “You never brought it up, and I think I was trying to block it out.”

“Guess I’m lucky. I don’t remember it. There are all these stories about out-of-body experiences and your life flashing before your eyes. All I remember is you beside me in that ambulance and then waking up in the hospital. I feel like I should have realized how much it could have affected you, though.”

Dean shook his head. “No. There’s no reason you could have known that. That’s the first, and hopefully only, time I’ve had that nightmare.”

“There is one reason. It’s why you sometimes fall asleep with your fingers on my pulse like you do, right?”

He glanced down at his coffee mug and shrugged. “I can stop. If it bothers you.”

“It doesn’t.” She reached over to place her hand against his cheek, urging him to look at her. “It brings you some comfort. That could never bother me.”

He kissed her palm softly. “Remember that joke you made last night about ‘just another crappy day at the office’?”

“Yeah.” She dropped her hand back to her lap.

“You’re right. We have lost patients before. It wasn’t like it was the first time I’d experienced it. But it has never felt like it did that day.”

She furrowed her brows in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“It's hard to explain, but it didn’t feel like just another patient we might lose. You didn’t feel like a stranger.” Dean looked at her for a moment before dropping his gaze to the bed. “‘Drop the patient at the hospital and never look back.’ It’s not really a rule, but it kind of is.”

She hummed. “Don’t get attached.”

He nodded. “I’ve never broken that rule. Except with you. I went to the hospital that night. I had to know, but you were in the ICU, and I wasn’t family so they wouldn’t tell me much.”

“Wow.” She smiled as she took his hand. “Why haven’t you ever told me that?”

He squeezed her hand. “Felt weird to mention at first. Then, eventually, I just didn’t know how to bring it up. There wasn’t really a time or even a reason to mention it.”

“Well, it’s sweet.” She chuckled. “And it’s nice to know it wasn’t just me.”

A mix of surprise and confusion flashed across his face.

“I didn’t remember much about the accident at first. But I vividly remembered you. You were the first person I thought of when I woke up, and I thought about you so much those two weeks in the hospital. I had actually considered taking a cab to the station before I was given the all-clear to drive.” She chuckled as she remembered walking into the fire station that first time. “I really did want to thank everyone that day at the station, but mostly, I wanted to see you again.”

“And now you’re stuck with me.” He pulled her towards him and smushed her in an awkward hug.

She laughed and pushed herself back just enough to be more comfortable. “Yeah. Who would have thought a near-fatal car crash could actually be one of the best things to ever happen to me?”

He shifted her so she was straddling his legs and hugged her tightly once again. “Can you just do me a favor and stay away from hospital beds for the rest of forever?”

She smirked mischievously. “Oh, I don’t know. I kind of figured I’d visit one a few more times in the semi-near future.”

He pulled away to scowl at her.

“Are you saying you don’t want kids? I was thinking two or maybe three. But I plan to do that in a hospital.” He rolled his eyes as she continued. “Because if you're saying you don’t want kids, then I really might have to rethink this whole relationship.”

“You are a smart-ass.” He pulled her closer and pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead. “I would love to have kids with you someday. But that is the only reason you’re allowed near a hospital bed, deal?”

She made a show of thinking it over. “Fine, I will do my best. But with my luck, I’m not making you any promises.”

He grumbled. “You could just promise anyway.”

“Fine, if you want me to lie to you. I promise I will.” She rolled her eyes dramatically before climbing off him and off the bed.

“Thank you. Where are you going?”

“Put this in the kitchen,” she explained, grabbing the tray off the bed. She left the room, and he could hear her loading the dishes into the dishwasher before she reappeared in the doorway. “Do you wanna go for a drive today? We can take your Baby. Maybe have a picnic by the lake.”

Images of his nightmare flashed through his memory, and he shuddered. Beckoning her closer, he grabbed her arm to pull her down beside him. “Or we could just watch movies in bed all day.”

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pink-sparkly-witch · 2 years

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Can't Fight This Feeling, Pt. 1

Summary: Dean is in love with the girl who works in the office. The problem is Y/N is already dating someone, and Dean is not her type, right? When Y/N is dumped by Rick the Prick, the feelings she has had for Dean since she started working at Singer’s Auto come back in full force.

Pairing: Mechanic!Dean Winchester x Female Reader (Eventual)

Bingo Square: Mutual Pining

Warnings: Fluff, angst, language

Word Count: 3.3k

A/N: This is written as a submission for Tell Me A Story Bingo hosted by @supernatural-jackles. The square filled is Mutual Pining. This hasn’t been beta’d. All mistakes are mine!

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Dean had to admit he was happy. He loved his job as a mechanic, and the garage he worked at would be his someday. Bobby had already talked to him about buying him out when the old man retired, and he’d agreed to the proposal right away, never doubting it was what he wanted.

He owned a modest two-storey house in a good neighbourhood which he renovated right after moving in. His neighbours were friendly, if a little nosey, and for the most part, he loved attending and hosting the neighbourhood cookouts in the summer months. The only thing missing was someone to share his life with.

He’d had a few relationships in the past, none giving him exactly what he wanted. The closest was Lisa, and he did love her. She didn’t love him, though, and after a while, she realised that she needed more than just a father figure for her son and that Dean deserved better. She broke his heart, making him a little jaded about women for a while.

Dean had gone back to his playboy ways, but it quickly became unsatisfying, and he decided it was time to try dating again. The problem was that he was confident he’d found ‘the one,’ but she was someone else’s girl, and he didn’t want to waste more time with the wrong woman.

Maybe he was just meant to be alone.

His bachelor lifestyle was hitting him even harder recently with his baby brother’s announcement that he and Eileen were getting married. His good buddy, Garth, was also getting married in the summer. Benny and Cas were happy and settled in their relationships. Dean had a feeling that Benny would be asking Donna to move in with him and Cas would be putting a ring on Meg’s finger very soon.

He was glad a customer had dropped off a 1969 Chevrolet Camaro for restoration. It kept him busy and stopped his thoughts from wandering for too long.

“Hey, Dean?” Y/N opened the door that separated reception from the garage floor and shouted, trying to be heard over the noise of the equipment.

“S’up, Y/N?” he called back, unable to stop his smile at seeing her for the first time today. He didn’t sleep much last night, so he opened the garage at 6am. He had to admit, it was strange walking through the garage and not seeing her already sitting in her office.

“Jody’s here for her car, but Bobby’s out. Can you take care of the handover?” Y/N threw him her sweetest smile and biggest puppy eyes, and fuck if he wouldn’t have helped her commit mass murder right here at Singer’s Auto if she asked. He knew she had him wrapped around her little finger, but he was hopelessly in love with her and really didn’t care.

“Sure. Gimme a sec?” Dean said, and she grinned happily at him. God, she’s beautiful when she smiles! Dean thought and shook his head, chuckling at his behaviour. He grabbed the rag tucked into his coverall pocket and wiped the grease from his hands. He walked quickly to the break room and washed his hands to remove the stubborn dirt before heading to the back office.

There were two doors in the break room, one coming to and from the garage floor and the other that led to the corridors with the offices, bathrooms and changing rooms. Dean took the one into the corridor and headed to the back office, which belonged to Bobby.

Bobby’s office held the safe where they locked the vehicle keys at the end of the day or when they were waiting to be collected. Opening the safe and pulling out Jody’s keys, Dean made sure to he locked it and the office behind him and made his way to the reception.

“Sheriff. Good to see you,” Dean greeted. He’d known Jody a long time. She was his mom’s best friend.

“Dean! Good to see you too,” Jody smiled and pulled the mechanic in for a hug. “You’re looking a little skinny. Are you taking care of yourself?”

“Yeah, you know,” Dean started, rubbing his hand over his neck. “Been working hard. Long hours. You know the drill.”

“Yeah, I can see that beautiful Camaro you’re restoring. Is she keeping you busy?” Jody asked, smiling gently at Y/N, who handed her some paperwork to sign.

“Something like that, yeah.” Dean chuckled.

“Dean Winchester!” Jody scolded. “Do I have to call your mother and tell her you’re not taking care of yourself? Tell me, Y/N… does he ever go home?”

“He was here before me this morning, and I was in at 7:30 to handle an early delivery for Bobby,” Y/N tattled. “You know he never even ate breakfast? I went over to the diner and got him pancakes and bacon. It’s no wonder he’s getting skinny.”

“Traitor!” Dean playfully said, pointing in her direction. “And here I thought you, of all people, would have my back!”

“And lie to the Sheriff? And your mother?” Y/N huffed in disbelief. “Sorry, Dean! Even I’m not dumb enough to go up against those two!” she giggled at Dean’s look of mock hurt. “You know if it was anybody else, I’d have your back all day, every day, but I will not go up against Jody and Mary!” Y/N playfully stuck her tongue out, showing she was only teasing.

“That’s my girl!” Jody laughed. “Thank you for taking care of him. At least when he’s here,” she smiled softly and squeezed Y/N’s forearm.

“Ah, what are friends for,” Y/N waved her hand, telling them it was nothing.

Friends. There was that word that twisted his gut. He knew he shouldn’t feel what he does for her; she already has a boyfriend, so friends are all they’ll ever be. “Alright, ‘gang up on Dean hour’ is over. What are you still doing here anyway? Thought you had a lunch date with Mr Pretty-Boy-Wannabe-Entrepreneur?”

“Okay, first of all: you gotta damn cheek calling anyone a “pretty boy,” pretty boy! Secondly… cancelled it.” Y/N shrugged and smiled sadly, grabbing the paperwork for the Sheriff’s car to file. “It was nice to see you, Jody!” she turned and returned to her office.

“You too, honey,” Jody raised a hand in farewell, waited until Y/N was safely behind her desk, and lowered her voice. “Any idea what that was about?”

“No clue,” Dean responded with a frown.

“Alright, I gotta get back to it. Thanks for this, Dean,” Jody held her car key up and nodded. “I’ll see you soon. And call your mother!”

“Yes, ma’am!” Dean grinned and raised a hand to wave goodbye. When the door closed, he stood for a minute, trying to decide whether to push Y/N on what was going on with her. She was visibly upset by something, and if his gut was right, it had to do with the douchebag she was dating.

Huffing, Dean headed to her office and leaned against the door frame. The radio played REO Speedwagon’s Can’t Fight This Feeling, and he smiled softly as she hummed along. Not wanting to startle her, he knocked quietly on the door, just loud enough to announce he was there.

The noise coming from the garage floor often masked footsteps on the linoleum. Although it was hilarious when Y/N punched, kicked, or yelled out when she got startled by one of their voices at her door, he was pretty sure she’d punch him in the face if he did that to her now.

Glancing up, Y/N smiled like she always did when she saw him, like she was genuinely happy to see him, like he was the only person she wanted to see. He’d watched her and knew that no one else got those smiles from her, and, man, did that make him feel special.

“Hey. You alright?” Dean asked and frowned deeper when her smile fell, and she nodded her head, quickly lowering it behind the monitor in front of her.

“You sure? Because I can tell you’re upset,” he made no move to enter her office, leaning against the doorframe and giving her space. Dean sighed when he was met with silence. “Y/N/N, sweetheart, we’re friends, right?” he licked his lips and raised his eyebrows at her slight nod. “Then you know you can talk to me. Tell me anything. I just wanna help. See that smile back on your face.”

“Rick broke up with me last night,” Y/N finally spoke after a while. Dean’s eyebrows shot up in shock. Those were words he never thought he’d hear.

“Sweetheart, I’m sorry. What happened?” Dean finally moved from his perch on the doorframe and took the chair across the desk from hers.

“The new tech company he and his buddies created?” she spoke softly, and Dean nodded. “It’s starting to take off, and he’s been travelling a lot. Going to all these Expos and events, and apparently, I’m holding him back.”

“Y/N,” Dean wanted to go to her, comfort her but held back with every ounce of strength he had.

“Which I guess is guy speak for there’s a lot of beautiful women out there, and having a girlfriend is kinda cramping my style,” she tried to smile. Still, tears were gathering in the corners of her eyes. “But it’s okay. At least he didn’t cheat on me, right?” There was a bitter chuckle that Dean didn’t like the sound of. He’d give anything to take away her pain.

“I always knew Rick the Prick was a dumb douchebag. That asshole wouldn’t see a great thing if it walked in front of him and slapped him in the face. What exactly did they teach him at the fancy private school his daddy sent him to?” Dean fumed. Rick really was a prick. He’d never liked him. He always thought he was above everyone else.

“That he doesn’t need an education. He only needs the unlimited money from the trust fund his daddy set up for him, and everything will fall into his lap?” Y/N responded, and Dean laughed.

“It’s gonna be fine, sweetheart. There’s someone much better out there for you. I know it,” he smiled. “Now, how ‘bout I take my favourite girl to lunch before I head into the city to pick up some parts? What d’ya say?”

“Sure, thanks, Dean.” Y/N smiled brightly, and Dean leaned forward on the chair and gently grabbed her chin, giving her a charming wink.

“There she is! There’s that smile I love so much! Come on, burgers and milkshakes on me!”

“And pie?” Y/N pulled out the puppy eyes as she stood and rounded her desk, making Dean chuckle.

“Sure,” he said, pulling her into a hug and kissing her hair. “You can have all the pie you want, sweetheart.”

Dean’s smile didn’t fade when he got back to the garage, something that didn’t go unnoticed by his best friend, Benny. He was among the few who knew about Dean’s true feelings for Y/N.

“What’s that smile for Winchester?” Benny grinned as he leaned on the roof of the car Dean was working on.

“You saying I can’t be happy, Lafitte?” Dean sassed him back.

“Course you can. I just haven’t seen you this happy in a long time, brother,” Benny smiled softer now.

“I had a great lunch with great company,” Dean shrugged as if it was no big deal.

“With your girl in the office, huh?” The cheeky grin was back on Benny’s lips.

“She’s not my girl,” Dean protested.

“Yet. I know how you feel about Y/N, Dean. And the guy she’s with? He doesn’t deserve her, and once she realises it, it’ll be over for them.” Benny slapped his friend's shoulder in the way men do to comfort each other.

“It already is, man,” Dean lowered his voice to stop the whole garage from overhearing. “They broke up last night. ‘S why I took her out for lunch. Cheer her up a little.”

“Shit,” Benny lowered his voice, too, glancing around him to make sure they weren’t overheard. “What happened?”

“I don’t think it’s my place to say,” Dean’s response made Benny smile slightly. He was always so protective of her. It was damn adorable.

“Sure, I get that. She’s okay, though, right?” Benny adored Y/N, too, although his adoration was brotherly towards her.

“She will be,” Dean nodded.

“You gonna swoop in and sweep her off her feet?” Benny’s signature cheeky grin was back full force, and Dean rolled his eyes at his best friend.

“No. You know she doesn’t feel that way ‘bout me. Besides, I’m not her type,” Dean defended.

“Sure. Whatever you say, chief. Just don’t write it off yet, alright? ‘S’all I’m trying to say,” Benny gave him a knowing look, and Dean scoffed, unconvinced.

“Yeah, sure. Whatever. Do you need me to pick anything up from the city? I got parts that need collecting,” Dean’s quick change of subject made Benny chuckle.

“Nah, all good. I was gonna ask if you wanna go for drinks after work on Saturday, though. Start Memorial weekend off right.” Benny said.

“Yeah, sure. Roadhouse?” Dean asked.

“That’s the plan. And Dean? If you want a chance, a real chance with Y/N? Maybe don’t go chasing everything in a skirt. Make her see that you don’t always need to take someone home, that you can be in a relationship and not just be a one-and-done kinda guy,” Benny winked and walked away with a chuckle, leaving Dean wide-eyed with shock.

Lunch had been just what Y/N needed, and she’d done nothing but laugh and smile at Dean and his storytelling and blatant flirting. It reminded her of why she fell for him in the first place.

Dean was always funny and flirty. He knew how to make her laugh, even on her worst days. He treated her with kindness and respect, and she knew he had her back, no questions asked. He’d always been a gentleman with her, often pretending to be her boyfriend when some dick at the bar got too handsy with her or making sure she got home safe, and she loved him for it.

He was just her type too. Handsome, funny, smart, a cocky bastard. But how he acted with her and treated her was the same way he was with every woman he encountered. Except for the ones he wanted to go home with. They got his A-game, so she knew her feelings weren’t reciprocated.

The night Rick came over to her in the bar and attempted to flirt with her, she’d thought he was cute. She could tell he was out of his depth right off the bat, but his eagerness to impress her made her heart melt. When he asked if he could buy her a drink, she said yes.

At the bar, they talked for a while, and when he asked if he could take her on a date, she caught sight of Dean chatting up another beautiful, busty brunette who could be on the cover of magazines and knew for sure she’d never get to be his girl, so she said yes. The rest, as they say, was history.

Rick was so far from her type that none of her friends ever quite “got” them as a couple. Rick was from a trust fund family, his father a multi-million-dollar entrepreneur in Kansas City, and he had wanted for nothing growing up. Everything was handed to him on a gold plate. He didn’t know the meaning of living paycheck to paycheck or just getting by - which was how she’d grown up.

He was sweet, though and treated her like she’d always wanted a man to treat her. She didn't care about the fancy restaurants or the extravagant gifts he gave her; she cared that he proudly showed her off to his friends and family, who all seemed to adore her. He was always a gentleman when she was with him.

Rick wasn’t much in the bedroom, but was that really important when you loved everything else about a person? Good sex wasn’t the be-all and end-all and certainly didn’t constitute a good relationship, right?

None of it mattered anymore, anyway. He’d shown his true colours and made sure she knew she wasn’t good enough for him. It was time to put him in her past and try to move forward. She’d cried over him all night, which was far too long in her book.

Glancing over at Dean working under the hood of the Camaro, she smiled to herself. Now that Rick was out of the picture and with how sweet the mechanic had been with her at the diner, the feelings she’d had for Dean since her first day working here were back. She grinned, remembering Dean telling her she was beautiful and worth it and Rick didn’t deserve–

“Watcha smiling at Cher?” Benny said, causing her to yelp and jump, banging her knee off the desk.

“God dammit, Benny! What d’ya do that for?” she whined, rubbing her sore knee and glaring at the laughing Cajun leaning against the doorframe. “What d’ya want?” she pouted.

“I’m sorry for scaring ya,” Benny chuckled. “Just wanted to see if you’re up for some drinks at the Roadhouse on Saturday.”

“Well… that depends,” Y/N furrowed her brows as she looked at him.

“On…?” Benny asked.

“Who’s going?” she replied.

“The usual: me and Donna, Cas and Meg…”

“Oh great! Couples being all…” she gestured wildly with her hands, trying to find the right word. “Coupley,” she finished, lips curling in distaste.

“Dean’s going too, so you two can couple-bash together,” Benny smirked.

“Sure. Until a hottie shows up in a belt claiming it’s a skirt, her boobs spilling out of a top that’s two sizes too small so they look way bigger than they actually are, and Dean goes all horndog over her. And then, as always, I’ll be the awkward third wheel while you guys all stare at each other with heart eyes,” Y/N rambled, and Benny looked on in amusement.

“You know what? Thanks for the invite Benny, but I think I should sit this one out,” she concluded.

“Aw, come on, Cher! It’ll be fun!” Benny tried putting on his best puppy eyes, and she rolled hers dramatically.

“For who, Benny? No one wants the bitter, newly single girl crashing their good time buzz,” she sighed exasperatedly.

“We do, Y/N/N. Look, just think about it, okay?” Benny pleaded.

“I appreciate it, Benny, but honestly, I don’t think it’ll be a fun night for me seeing two perfect couples be all mushy and Dean hitting on every girl there except…” she stopped abruptly.

“Except who, Cher?” Benny prodded, even though he already knew the answer.

“Doesn’t matter,” Y/N waved her hand dismissively.

“Yes, it does,” Benny tried one last time.

“I’ll think about it, okay? If there’s nothing else, I need to get on with these invoices.”

Benny nods, understanding that she wants the subject dropped. “He’s an asshole, you know.”

“Who?” Y/N’s brow furrows in confusion.

“Rick,” Benny says, and she gives a small, grateful smile. “Dean, too,” Benny winks and leaves her office before she questions him further. Those two idiots needed to sort this out for themselves, after all.

What Benny said had stunned her. Never in a million years would she think there was a chance Dean shared her feelings, but something in his face when he told her that Dean was an asshole had her thinking…

Nah. It’s too crazy. There’s no way he likes me.

She needs to get over this obsession with Dean. It’s unhealthy; she’s not his type and never will be. She’s not perfectly flawless or sexy like the women he takes home.

They’re just friends, and she needs to accept that’s all they’ll ever be.

Part Two >>

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samanddean76 · 14 days

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Castiel/Jimmy Novak/Dean Winchester Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Jimmy Novak (Supernatural) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, A/B/O, Omega Dean Winchester, Alpha Castiel (Supernatural), Alpha Jimmy Novak (Supernatural), Alpha/Alpha/Omega, Chases, Mating Bites, Scenting, Secretary Dean Winchester, Workplace Boss Castiel (Supernatural), Workplace Boss Jimmy Novak, References to Knotting, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Castiel and Jimmy Novak are Twins (Supernatural) Summary:

Omega Dean is a hard-working assistant for his twin Alpha bosses, Castiel and Jimmy Novak. At their request he stays late one night even though his heat is almost upon him. Knowing exactly where this will lead...

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 2 years

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Imagine...Having A Rough Night

Summary: The reader is having a rough night when Jensen decides to stop over...

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Word Count: 665

Square: Comfort Fic

Warnings: language, angst

A/N: Written for @supernatural-jackles Tell Me A Story Bingo!

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You were in the middle of folding laundry when the overwhelming desire to curl into a ball and stay there for the rest of your life hit you. Today was not a bad day if you thought about it. Nothing out of the ordinary had happened, it’d been a completely normal day by all accounts.

Yet that feeling was back. The feeling of being alone and unwanted.

A knock at your door startled you, a tiny yelp escaping you as you set down the shirt in your hands. You swallowed and walked to the door of your apartment, Jensen smiling at you when you opened it up.

“Hey. Everything alright?” he asked.

“Uh, yes?” you answered. He nodded, glancing behind you and you moved aside so he could step in and out of the cold air. “What’s with the unannounced Sunday night visit?”

“You were going to pick me up from the airport tonight,” he said. You closed your eyes, completely forgetting you’d promised him last week.

“I’m so-”

“It’s okay. I got a cab. I got a bit nervous when you weren’t answering my calls or texts though. No one seems to have heard from you since work on Thursday. I figured you’d get mad if I called the cops to come check so...” he said with a shrug.

“I’m sorry,” you said quietly, rubbing your head. “I got busy with chores and it slipped my mind and I haven’t looked at my phone all day and...”

Jensen was smiling at you, a hint of concern there that you were hiding something from him.

“Do you want me to stay here tonight?” he asked. You opened your mouth but froze. Jensen had crashed on the couch a few times when it was late and he didn’t want to drive home but he’d never asked upfront.

“No. I really am fine, Jensen. You had a long day with the convention and you should get home to bed,” you said. He stared at you, lifting his chin up.

“Do you need me to stay here tonight?” he asked.

“You just asked that,” you said.

“No, I didn’t. I said want before. This time I’m asking if you need me. There’s a difference,” he said. “Before you answer, I have a night bag packed in my car right out front.”

“Why would you already have a bag packed?” you asked.

“I always have a bag packed. In case any of my friends ever need me to stay with them,” he said, his face soft and gentle. “Can I stay with you tonight, Y/N? You look like you need it.”

“Well just what exactly do I look like? Pathetic? Or stupid? Or worthless?” you spat out, Jensen blinking slowly at you. “I-I...I didn’t mean...”

“I’m going to go get my bag,” said Jensen. He left through the front door, returning in less than a minute, finding you back to folding laundry in the kitchen.

“You should go home,” you said.

“I’m exactly where I want to be,” he said, nose sniffing the air. “Your house smells clean.”

“Thanks,” you said.

“You clean when you’re stressed,” he said.

“I do not,” you said.

“I’ve seen you clean your trailer head to toe more than once on rough days,” he said.

“Well, today ain’t a rough day so you can just go,” you said, shoving your clothes back in the basket to be put away.

“If you think I’m leaving after my best friend called herself all those awful things, you’re nuts,” he said. You closed your eyes. He just had to be that sweet and thoughtful, didn’t he.

“Can you just...can...can I have a hug?” you asked quietly.

“You never have to ask for those,” he said, wrapping his arms around you. “Any better?”

“A little,” you mumbled into his chest, his hand moving up and down your back. “Sorry I was mean.”

“S’alright. You’re having a rough day, after all,” he said. “We’ll make you feel better. Promise.”

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sofreddie · 2 years

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Personal Pleasures (1/2)

Summary: Y/N has been reporting on the Winchester Pop-Ups for a while, but has never met the elusive Sam Winchester - until tonight.

Characters: Nightclub!Owner!Sam x F!Journalist!Reader

Warnings: Nightclub AU, Adult/Sex Club, Voyeurism, Mentions/Descriptions of Sexual Activities and Toys, Mild Dirty Talk, Implied Future Smut

CUSTOM/SUPERNATURAL: NIGHTCLUB AU (@anyfandomgoesbingo)

SW: DIRTY TALK (@samwinchesterbingo)

WC: 1355

A/N: So I posted my Custom Bingo card and @b3autyfuldisast3r said: Nightclub + Remote Control Vibrator with Sam. Two prompts mean one part per prompt, so expect a part 2!

Vibrating with excitement, Y/N entered the swanky pop-up club, knowing she was in for a good time. The Winchester Brothers always threw the best parties, ran the best clubs, and usually used the pop-ups as a way to introduce new products to their Personal Pleasures adult toys line.

The pop-ups were always carefully coordinated, the attendees there by invite only. Y/N handed over the crisp invite card at the door with a smirk. She was used to the routine, having travelled all over to review and report on different things while working for one of the top magazines in the country.

The music was loud, the bassline pumping through the floor and into her bones as she made her way through the crowd. She had arrived late, the party already well underway as party-goers drank and explored the different toys available. As with all the Winchester toy pop-ups, the new lines were available for purchase and exploration at the party. Y/N loved feeding her voyueristic kink at these gatherings.

Not to mention how extravagant and different the nightclubs were. Every time the club could be found filled with sparkle and show and glitz and glamour and controlled chaos. Like a sinful fantasy or fever dream that took you away from the realms of reality and encompassed you in pure indulgence.

Getting a drink at the bar, she subtly tilted her gaze upwards to the ever-watchful eye in the sky. There was always a private balcony, cloaked from view of the club. Her eyes caught sight of the familiar, large silhouette looming in the shadows of the balcony. She knew it was Sam Winchester, though he was rarely ever seen, and she’d certainly never seen more than his outline from the balconies or the very rare and distant photos that would show up from time to time.

She dropped her gaze, trying to distract herself with the activities of the club. It seemed the latest and greatest toy on offer this evening was a silicone vibrating thong of some sort and she made a note to purchase one before leaving. She owned just about everything they’d made over the years, mostly because of having to write reviews. But there were certainly perks to the job, and the Personal Pleasures line never disappointed.

Feeling as if eyes were on her, she turned her attention back to the balcony and her breath caught in her throat. Sam’s silhouette was still there, though he was leaning forward enough that a strip of light broke across his face, his eyes the only thing visible.

And they were locked on her.

Flustered at being caught, she turned and leaned against the bartop. She took a moment to sip at her drink before polishing it off, letting her nerves settle. She’d been hoping to meet the mysterious Sam Winchester for a long time. Her career often brought her across his endeavors, their paths always somehow just shy of crossing.

Gathering her courage, she turned towards the balcony again, her eyes drifting to Sam’s usual spot. She was surprised to find the balcony now empty, not even the shadowy figure visible any longer. Her disappointment barely had time to settle in before a man interrupted her thoughts.

“Ms. Y/L/N,” Y/N turned to see a young and handsome man in a suit smiling warmly. “Mr. Winchester has requested your presence.”

Her heart leaped into her throat and she couldn’t utter a sound, instead nodding her understanding and agreement as she forced a nervous smile. He gestured the way and she followed him, her mind racing a thousand miles a minute. Her pulse thumped in time with each step she took up the stairway to the discrete Winchester balcony. As she reached the top landing, her eyes grew wide at the comfortable furnishings that resembled a VIP lounge.

Her escort left her standing as he made his way to a very tall man stood center of the balcony with his back to her. He wore a fitted suit that showcased his trim physique and long chestnut locks that hung just past his collar. He leaned down slightly as the escort whispered in his ear and he pulled back with a nod. She stood to the side, her hands clutched in front of her as all other people on the platform made their way down the stairs. Once everyone was clear, the escort fastened a velvet rope across the top of the staircase, smiling at her before turning and descending the steps.

Now alone, she turned her attention towards the tall man, her breath caught in her throat. He turned around to face her, smiling wide as he took measured steps towards her.

“Y/N Y/L/N,” he greeted, taking her hand and cupping it between his own as he gently greeted her. “I’m Sam Winchester.”

“Nice to finally meet you,” she smirked, her eyes flicking to his large hand and long fingers encasing her own. Biting the inside of her lip, she chastised herself, trying to focus. Afterall, it was the perfect opportunity to try and wring an interview from the mystery man himself.

Still holding her hand his smile turned wry as he lead her to the far end of the balcony. Her hands found purchase on the railing as he turned her, his large hands resting on her hips.

“You’ve been to many of these parties,” he pointed out, his breath fanning over the top of her head. Her eyes scanned over the room, seeing things from his usual birds-eye view. “Yet you never join,” he noted as he leaned down just enough to speak low into her ear.

Her eyes locked onto a couple below, a woman straddling a man’s lap. Her skirt was bunched up to her hips, a bright pink silicone thong on her lower body. The man’s eyes were locked on the space between her thighs, one hand off to the side holding a remote as she ground in his lap. Y/N’s breath stuttered in her throat, exacerbated by Sam’s hot breath fanning down her neck, his hands warm against her hips.

“I like to watch,” she admitted in a breath, her eyes fluttering at the deep hum he emitted in response.

“Me too,” he agreed.

A moan slipped past her lips, her hips bucking back against him. Sam chuckled, removing himself from her and goosebumps erupted across her skin from his loss. She turned, watching as he settled into one of two plush chairs sat close and at an angle to one another.

“Do you know why I asked you up here?”

“Do you want me to interview you?” she asked, her confusion setting in as he went from so comfortably touching her - as if he had been doing so for years - and then sitting so casual as if it were a business meeting.

“That can be arranged,” he nodded, shifting to lean his forearms against his knees. “But I have other intentions this evening.”

“Oh? And what might that be?” she coyly asked, her eyes drawn to his lips, wet and inviting, stretched over white teeth. She tried to focus, she really did. But his entire aura seemed designed to drive her insane with lust and want. The way his body filled out the chair, his long legs stretched out before him, every part of him large and lean.

“I want to watch,” he shrugged, biting his bottom lip as his eyes trailed hungrily over her curves, down her legs and back up again, making her shiver with desire. “Watch you enjoy yourself. Watch you squirm. Watch you come undone,” he sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, “Just for me.”

His words alone and the deep and seductive tone of his voice had her clenching her thighs. She’d never joined in at the parties, never played with others, never done anything as kinky as Sam was suggesting. But she wanted it, and him, so damn much.

Taking a deep breath, her core throbbing and dripping in response, she eagerly vocalized her thoughts.

“What did you have in mind?”

FOREVERS:

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@hobby27

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@maliburenee

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@writercole

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SAM WINCHESTER:

@b3autyfuldisast3r

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unnuevosoltransformalarealidad · 2 years

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Baby

Picture from Pinterest | Dividers from @firefly-graphics

Summary: You were just helping a friend out. Pairings: Dean Winchester x Reader Squares: Sex Toys for @spnaubingo // Free Space for @supernatural-jackles' Tell Me A Story Bingo Warnings: Alternative Universe, Lingerie, Sex toys, Model, Self-love Word Count: 773

When your best friend offered you a job, you said yes without hesitation. You should’ve asked what it was before agreeing, but if you were being honest, you should’ve imagined the job. She owned a small lingerie business and was planning on opening a sex shop too, you should’ve known better.

So, when you got a package from her, you knew you were in a big mess.

“What am I supposed to do with this?” you asked her over the phone looking at the set. “Model it, take some pictures, and share them with me.” You sighed, “I’ll do it only if the pictures are faceless”

“Whatever it works with you, I just need the set to be as visible as possible”

This was a big challenge for you, you’ve never loved your body, never felt comfortable with showing skin, and this was something that you’ve never in your life crossed your mind.

The next day before taking the pictures, you decided it was the perfect chance to pamper yourself, taking a long relaxing bath, shaving the entirety of your body with that expensive shaving cream you really loved, using that hydrating creme that made your skin glow. You wanted to do this perfectly.

Once you had some pictures, you sent them to your friend. She was in love with them. They were exactly what they needed, were their words.

And that’s how you became a lingerie model.

Every week, your best friend gave you a new set for you to take pictures with it. You’d started to explore different poses and angles for the pictures. You really wanted the pictures to work out.

With each picture, your best friend showered you with compliments; slowly you started to love yourself but especially, your body.

One night you arrived at your apartment after your everyday job, and there was a huge black box waiting on your door.

”What did you send?” You asked your best friend, who you were talking to over the phone. “Uh, nothing? Why?”

“There is a huge black box on my front door” you explained, “Ok, no, it wasn’t me, but get inside and open it!” your best friend hurried, “Ok, give me a sec”

Once you were inside with the box, you proceed to open it, “Still there?” you asked and your best friend was heard through the speaker “you really think I’m gonna leave without knowing?”

“So, the inside box is pink and it’s covered with what it looks like to be velvet” you started to explain. “What’s underneath?”

After removing that cover, the next item you found was lingerie, a lot of them. “Lingerie,” you said like it was obvious, “lots of them” you continued explaining while removing some of them from the box. “Wait, there’s another box inside and there’s a card on top of it”

You removed the rest of the lingerie and took the box out along with the card. The first thing you opened was the box, there were several devices in it and you were confused, so next, you opened the envelope with a card in it that read:

I hope you are a playful princess and keep entertained with these toys. PS: If you don’t know how to make them work, give me a call. I’ll gladly help. Dean Winchester, CEO of Baby

“Oh my god,” your best friend exclaimed, “Dean Winchester is our new investor for the sex shop, I didn’t have the time to talk to you about him” they explained. You were confused, how did he know who you were? How did he know where you live?

Your brain was coming up with a lot of questions, but then, your friend interrupted your chain of thoughts, “Girl, call the man, even if you do know how that thing, whatever that is, works. He is interested in you” They admitted, you sighed, said your goodbyes, and ended the call.

You were intrigued about this man and this thing he sent you, but, after all the questions you had, this was part of your job.

You kept looking at the box with your phone in hand, whatever this was, it didn’t sound like a creep. He was going to be working with you.

Next thing you knew, you were calling him, after the second ring, the call was picked up, “hey sweetheart, good to know you’re curious. There’s going to be a car waiting for you in fifteen minutes. Don’t worry about the box. I have more with me. Can’t wait to see you” and the call ended, you weren’t able to say anything. What the hell has just happened?

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smellingofpoetry · 1 year

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Unexpected

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester x Reader

Summary: That wasn’t what he was expecting.

Square/s Filled: “Hickies” (@anyfandomkinkbingo), Dean Winchester Custom Card "Free Space" (@anyfandomgoesbingo)

Warnings: smut, 18+, pegging, sex, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk

Rating: +18

Words count: 4524

Beta: @endlesstwanted ❤ (thank you again)

A/N: Hello there! I've been writing this story for the lovely @little-diable and her 12K challenge. I'm so late with this that it's actually embarrassing, but this story had a life on its own. It took me a long time to finally finish it, but I wanted you to have it and for everyone else to read it. So here we are. I hope you guys gonna love it because I'm quite proud of this one. Thank you for your patience, enjoy. ❤

That wasn’t what he was expecting.

Well, he didn’t know what to expect, to be honest, but it sure as hell wasn’t that. And he knew he should have just thrown a “sorry” out there, close the damn door and go hide somewhere, but he could only stare at the scene in front of him.

Sam was laying on the bed with his legs spread wide open, and Y/N in the middle of them: her breasts bouncing with every thrust of her hips. Her hand was closed tightly around Sam’s cock, pumping him in sync with every push.

Dean knew he should have been grossed out by the scene, but he would have been lying if he said that it didn’t affect him.

She was so goddamn beautiful naked like that.

“Oh, fuck – Dean, close – the – door!”

Sam’s voice made him snap out of it, and he quickly closed the door, forgetting to apologize. Dean stared at the door before glancing left and right, not knowing what to do with himself.

He was still trying to process what was happening when Sam’s deep, long moan reached his ears. Dean turned to the left at that, almost running to his room.

Y/N slipped inside Dean’s room, finding him sprawled on his stomach and watching a movie while eating a slice of pizza. Without saying a word, she got rid of her shoes before laying on the free space next to him. Dean waited for her to make herself comfortable and then he offered her a slice of pizza, which she gladly took. They ate in silence, watching the movie, even though she was too distracted by Dean’s presence to understand what was happening on the screen. It didn’t matter how much she tried to not look in his direction, she still glanced at him now and then while munching away on her pizza.

Dean could feel her eyes on him and tried not to squirm too much under her gaze, but it wasn’t easy, especially not after what had happened a few days ago. He had tried to avoid the subject as long as he could because he didn’t know what to say, or how to act after what he saw. So he just acted like he always did, or something closer to that. He had to admit that he might have avoided her more than he should have, but he was trying and her eyes on him didn’t help.

Dean finished eating the last bit of his pizza, wiping his fingers on one of the paper napkins using that time to figure out what to tell her. He should have probably started by apologizing, since he never really did that.

“I’m sorry –” she whispered, making Dean turn around to look at her. Confusion was all over his face.

“For what?”

“Making you uncomfortable? We thought you were out for the night, so…” she trailed off. “Not that it’s an excuse.”

“Y/N, you have nothing to apologize for.” He turned on his side to have a better look at her. “I’m the one who should apologize. I didn’t mean to – you know…” he trailed off, concentrating on some nonexistent stain on his sheets. “And I should have said something right then, but I kinda froze. So, I’m the one who’s sorry for intruding in one of your private moments.”

“So, we’re good?”

Dean raised his eyes, furrowing his brow in confusion. “You thought we weren’t?”

At that, she simply shrugged, lowering her gaze on her intertwined fingers. The thought that they might not be good anymore had, in fact, crossed her mind once or twice in the last few days. She had been friends with the Winchester brothers for some time, and the thought of losing their friendship scared her. She was closer to Dean than to Sam, if she had to be honest, which made fooling around easier for them.

They also had rules to help them out in a situation like that, and one of those was to keep what was happening between them a secret. That meant not telling Dean, which was something she wasn’t entirely comfortable with since they were used to not having secrets between them. Ultimately, she decided to agree nonetheless because Sam was right when he said they weren’t doing anything wrong, which was true. And yet, deep down, she knew that the only reason she agreed to that was that if Dean didn’t know, then he couldn’t judge her or think badly of her. Y/N wasn’t even sure why she cared so much about Dean’s opinion, but she did.

So, when he found out what was happening between her and Sam in the worst possible way, she started to question herself and her decision, and only when Dean started to avoid her, did she let the panic take over. She had tried to play it cool until she couldn’t anymore, and that was why she went to his room that night after gathering enough courage to do so.

“I have to admit that I was starting to worry a bit.” She tried to smile, but it didn’t really reach her eyes and suddenly Dean felt guilty for not saying anything sooner. “It felt like you were avoiding me, which I understood somehow, with me going behind your back like that.”

“It wasn’t… it wasn’t like that, not really.” He said, biting down on his lower lip a bit ashamed of his behavior. “I mean, I’ll admit that I was kinda avoiding you, but not because you guys went behind my back. I never really thought about that, to be honest.”

“You didn’t?”

“No, it never really crossed my mind. What you do in your private time is yours, even if that means you having sex with my brother. I sure as hell didn’t expect that, I’m not gonna lie, but I’ll never judge you for that.”

“So, you’re not mad or anything?” She asked him, hopefully.

“No, Y/N, I’ll never be mad at you for something like that and I’m sorry if I made you think otherwise.”

She sighed in relief, realizing just then that she had been holding her breath since the moment she came into his room. She bit down on her lip, trying to hide her relieved smile when she remembered something that made her frown. She turned on her side then, looking at him with curious eyes.

“So, if you weren’t mad, then why were you avoiding me?”

The moment the question was out there, Dean’s cheeks became warmer, getting a cute shade of red. Y/N watched him with a raised brow, intrigued by his reaction. Dean just shrugged, busying himself with a new slice of pizza. He tried to play it cool as long as he could, watching stubbornly at the plain wall in front of him while chewing on his pizza, but the feeling of her eyes on him made him cave. He rolled his eyes in annoyance before sharing with her his half-eaten slice, that she took without saying a word. Y/N knew him well enough to know that he would talk when he felt comfortable about it, so she simply waited while eating the pizza he gave her.

“Promise me not to laugh?”

“I would never”, she told him with a serious expression on her face. One look at her and Dean knew she was being sincere; not that he would doubt her words, but he was feeling a bit unsure.

“I kinda felt embarrassed.” He admitted, feeling his cheeks starting to get a bit warmer.

“For walking on us? That should have embarrassed us, not you.”

“No, not for that. It was more because –” he trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck. She inspected his face, not failing to notice the redness creeping more and more on his neck.

“D–, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want…”

“It turned me on, all right?” He cut her off, raising his voice without even realizing it. He looked down at his crossed fingers, licking his lips and shaking his head. Y/N’s hand rested midair while her mouth opened and closed a few times.

Of all the things he could have told her, that one was the last expected, not that she didn’t understand why. She did, and she also understood why it made him react the way it did. She sighed, leaning towards him to leave what was left of the slice of pizza in the box on the other side of the bed. She cleaned her fingers on the napkin before bumping against his shoulder, making him glance at her.

“It’s normal to get turned on by a sex scene, you don’t have to feel embarrassed for that.”

“My little brother was in that sex scene.”

“Right, yeah.” She sighed, turning on her side again to study him carefully. She bit down on her bottom lip, narrowing her eyes on him. They both fell silent for a while until she broke the spell they had fallen into.

“You weren’t avoiding him, though.” She dared to whisper, looking at him through her lashes, a bit afraid of what was about to come out of that weird conversation. Dean licked his lips, nodding while avoiding her eyes.

Of course she would have picked on that detail, he thought.

“No, I wasn’t.” He admitted while stubbornly avoiding her gaze. She nodded, turning again on her belly just to give him some time to make him feel more comfortable. Y/N bit down on her lower lip, glancing in his direction while a lot more questions popped up in her head. There were so many of them that she didn’t know what to ask him first, until her mouth decided for her.

“What turned you on?” She blurted out, feeling her cheeks getting very warm all of a sudden. She felt him suck in a breath while fidgeting in the bed next to her. Dean cleared his throat, trying to understand how in hell he managed to find himself in the same position all over again. He glanced in her direction, catching her doing the same. He knew he should have averted his gaze, but somehow, he couldn’t do it.

“You did.”

“Oh…” She whispered, not expecting a so straightforward answer. Y/N could feel her cheeks reddening while she tried to metabolize what he had just told her. Did he just say…? No, that couldn’t be right.

Right?

Y/N peeked in his direction ever so subtly with her cheeks on fire, and her heart beating so fast that she was afraid to watch it leave her chest at any given moment. She shouldn’t have asked, not because there was something wrong with her question, but because she simply wasn’t ready for his answer.

What should she have done with that now?

She swallowed, wetting her dry lips while trying to make order among the thoughts in her head. It wasn’t easy because her brain was telling her to just leave and forget their conversation, while her body – oh, her body – was whispering an entirely different story. So Y/N took a deep breath and hoped she had enough courage left in her, even though his eyes on her were making everything so damn difficult.

“What… what about me turned you on?” She asked, lifting her gaze enough to be able to look at his covered chest and avoid his green eyes.

Dean felt his breath hitch in his throat at that question, feeling like an idiot to have brought it up in the first place. Not that there was something wrong about it, but he felt vulnerable with her knowing the effect she had on him. He had been able to keep that secret hidden from prying eyes for so long, not even Sammy knew anything about it. It was his mission to not let anyone know how he felt about her because of multiple reasons, like them being friends and living and working together. Dean did a pretty awesome job, in his humble opinion, until a few days ago when he had caught his little brother and her in bed together. And after the first shock, he realized how stupid he had been for keeping his mouth shut like that. So, he decided to open up a bit, because what was there to lose anymore? Also, she did ask him, and it would have been rude not to give her an answer. He leaned closer, then; his left shoulder brushing against hers, while with his nose he could almost touch her temple.

“There wasn’t just a thing, you know?” He whispered, focusing his gaze on her, too afraid to miss even the smallest expression.

“No?”

“No. It was the way you were moving; beads of sweat sliding down your arched back; your breasts bouncing with every push of your hips…” he said, grazing her warm skin with his fingertips before putting a strand of hair behind her ear. Dean could feel her shiver under his touch, while she stubbornly kept avoiding his eyes.

“What else?” She whimpered, feeling his hot breath against her skin and her heart beating so fast she was sure he could hear it.

“The way you looked at me when you realized I was there.” He said, traveling with his fingers down her ear and under her jaw, making her raise her eyes to meet his. “You were so goddamn beautiful, and I can’t stop thinking what would have been like to have you between my legs, with your hand on my cock just like that.”

Dean got closer then, rubbing his nose against hers while glancing in her direction just to test her reaction. Y/N wrapped her fingers against his wrist, not sure if she did that to free herself from his grip or just because she needed to hold on to something. Her chest rose and fell too fast, while her eyes couldn’t stop darting from Dean’s eyes and his lips.

Oh, those lips – she could have died on those lips, and she wouldn’t even mind it.

She didn’t even have the time to wonder how they would taste when his mouth crushed on hers, with such urgency and neediness that she felt dizzy for a minute. That didn’t stop her from kissing him back, though.

Y/N kissed him, matching his same hunger. She disclosed her lips, just enough for his tongue to slide right in, moving against hers. All of a sudden, Dean was everywhere, and she could finally taste him. He tasted like whiskey, pizza, and something else she couldn’t put her finger on, but it was just him and she was getting addicted.

She could already feel in her bones, the need for more of him. She could feel it in the way her body was tingling all over for just a kiss. Y/N always wondered what it was like to be kissed by Dean, to be wanted by him, loved, owned. Now, that she had a taste of it, she wasn’t sure she could get enough.

Dean let his tongue swirl against hers, before slowly pulling away, dragging her bottom lip with him. “Fuck!” He whispered, resting his forehead against hers and taking a deep breath. His heart was beating faster than he could remember. He was pretty sure that not even a hunt could make it beat like that, but her… oh, her.

Dean always wondered, in the privacy of his room, while the rest of the world was sleeping, how she would feel under his fingers. He tried to push away the thoughts of her friend from his mind, but it became impossible after he found out about her and Sam.

Damn, Sam.

“Fuck, Y/N. I’m sorry…” He whispered, moving away enough to look her in the face and, damn if that wasn’t a mistake. She was looking at him with her impossible big eyes, lips parted and cheeks flushed, and all he could think of was kissing her again, harder than he did before.

“No, no… I’m…” She tried to put some words together, not even sure of what she was supposed to say. One damn kiss and her brain was already fried.

“I shouldn’t have… I mean… Sam…” He tried to apologize the best he could, but she was so distracting with her fingers on her swollen lips and furrowed brow.

“Uhm… Sam?” She echoed him, while still caressing her lip. She just had the most amazing, mind-blowing kiss and they had just stopped to talk about Sam? Why on earth were they talking about Sam, and why was he looking like she had just said the most stupid thing?

“Look Y/N, that kiss was…” He started, but she cut him off before he could even have the chance to find the right adjective to describe it.

“…It was…” She said, mimicking an explosion with her hands. Dean nodded his head in approval, smirking because yeah, it did feel like an explosion for him too.

“And as much as I want to repeat that…” He continued, but again he was being cut off by her and her eagerness.

“Oh, you can repeat that as much as you want, not complaining.” She whispered, making his smirk grow even bigger. Dean shook his head, licking his lips and faintly tasting her again.

“I want to, trust me, but I can’t do that to Sam.”

“Do what?”

“I can’t go behind his back like that. It was a mistake on my part, and it won’t happen again…”

“Dean, I think you got it wrong.”

“No, wait, let me finish this.”

“Me and Sam are not together-together.”

“I was just too… wait, what?” He asked, confusion written all over his face, and it was quite funny to see him like that if you asked Y/N.

“I’m not with Sam.”

“You’re not? But I saw you two…” He said, tilting his head to the side like that could have helped him to understand what was happening.

“We sleep together sometimes, yes, but we don’t have a relationship.”

“You don’t?” He was starting to sound like a broken record, and he was well aware of that, but he couldn’t help it.

“No, we don’t.” Y/N whispered while getting on her knees and slowly shifting towards him. Dean watched her move and he started to match her movements. He sat up and without breaking eye contact he slid backward, stopping only when his back hit the headboard. He bit down on his lip while she reached for him and sat on his lap. Dean welcomed her by putting his hands on her hips and tilting his head up just to get a better look at her.

“Sometimes, it is easy for us to rely on each other to scratch that hitch. But that’s what all that is, a hitch.” Y/N explained, putting her hands on his shoulders to steady herself before she slowly started to move her hips back and forth.

“A hitch, hm?”

“Yeah. Your brother likes to be pegged sometimes, and that’s not something you can do with a stranger.”

Dean tightened his grip on her hips, helping her move against him and creating more friction between their two bodies. Y/N followed his movements, leaning a bit closer to him. She let her fingers travel along his shoulders and to his neck, scratching his skin right where his hairline started.

“What about you, Y/N?”

“What about me?” She whimpered against his lips, her eyes darting to his eyes while her hips moved faster against him, and she could already feel him hardening underneath her.

“What do you like?” He asked her, darting to the side and slowly tracing the skin of her neck with the tip of his tongue. Y/N moaned, her moves faltering for a moment while she tilted her head to the side, giving him better access, which he gladly took, lacing his lips around her pulse point right under her jaw.

“F-fuck… Dean…”

Hearing her moan his name like that made him swell in his pants, and damn if that wasn’t the most erotic thing he ever heard. He sucked at her skin long and hard, making her squirm on his lap before letting her go. Dean let his hands wander through her body, stopping only when he reached her face. He cupped her cheeks in his palms, pushing away the few strands of hair that were hiding her from him.

“You didn’t answer me, sweetheart. What do you like?”

“I… I don’t… I don’t know.” She whimpered, biting down on her lips while still moving her hips against his crotch. Dean leaned closer then, pressing their chest together. His lips grazed at her swollen one, while one of his arms sneaked behind her, stilling her movements.

“What did you like for Sam to do to you?”

“It wasn’t… it wasn’t like that.”

“How was it, then?” He asked, desperately searching her eyes. Y/N’s cheeks were on fire just like the rest of her body, and Dean’s gaze on her made everything much worse. She could feel her panties sticking to her wetness and the only thing she wanted was to move again, hard and fast until she could come against him, and she didn’t care if she looked too desperate.

“It was mostly about Sam.”

“Did he even let you come?” Dean asked her, never leaving her eyes while his free hands closed around one of her breasts. Y/N closed her eyes, arching her back and making Dean’s life way easier. As soon as she was closer to him, he latched his lips around her other covered nipple, sucking at it through the fabric.

“Som-sometimes… fuck.” She whimpered, unable to do anything while trapped like she was between Dean's arms. She scratched with her fingers on his scalp before closing them around his locks to push him closer to her breast. Dean moaned around her nipple, letting it go with a pop.

“Why don’t we find out what makes your toes curl, hm?”

Y/N had lost count of how many times he made her toes curl.

She was laying on the bed with her hands fisting the sheets beneath her and her leg closed. Dean was hovering over her, pushing inside her with slow, languid movements. In that position, she could feel every inch of his cock reaching places she didn’t even know could be reached before.

Dean leaned forward, letting his chest graze the sweaty skin of her back. He moved some of her hair, uncovering her neck and tracing it with his tongue. Y/N turned her head to the side to give him better access. In that weird position, she could get a glimpse of him all sweaty. She reached for him, blindly grabbing the nape of his neck, and guiding him towards her mouth. Dean indulged her, kissing her deep and slow without stopping his movements. He could feel her walls flutter around his cock, and he knew that if she kept doing that he would have come soon.

Dean broke the kiss, breathing her in. A bid of saliva kept them still connected while he took hold of one of her hands, still closed around his sheets, and the other sneaked beneath her body in search of her breast.

“I want to feel you come around my cock, sweetheart. Can you do that for me?” He whispered, nuzzling his nose right under her jaw.

Y/N whimpered, shaking her head at his question while she could feel his lips against her warm skin.

“No? Are you sure? ‘Cause I can feel you tightening around me with every push, babe.” He groaned, thrusting himself deeper and letting her clit brush a bit more against the mattress. “Let go, Y/N. C’mon, babe. Be a good girl for me and I’ll fill you up so good.” She moaned shamelessly, and at that moment she knew.

It was his voice that made her toes curl.

It wasn’t simply about the words he spoke to her, which were a turn-on. Other people had said the same thing to her, though, and none of them managed to turn her on that much. No, it was the way he said it with his voice deepening at the right moment. It was about the way he whispered it in her ear or let it slide on her warm skin. It was the way he groaned after the right push, the way he moaned in her mouth when she met him halfway.

“F-fuck, Y/N… ‘m close…” he panted, hiding his face on the crock of her neck. That was all it took for her to come undone. Dean felt her walls spasming around him, and after one more push he was following her, moaning out loud while emptying himself inside her.

They stayed still for a few minutes, trying to take long breaths after it felt like they had been without air for so long. Slowly, Dean fell on his right side, bringing her with him: her back against his chest, and his cock still nestled between the warmth of her legs. He covered the both of them with a blanket before sneaking his arm around her middle, while his nose nestled behind the nape of her neck. Y/N closed her eyes, snuggling against Dean’s chest a bit more while trying to regain control of her breathing.

“That was…” She whispered, too impatient to fill the silence around them, which was something new for her. silence with Dean had always been somehow comforting, but tonight things had shifted, and now that her high was coming down, she was starting to get aware of what had just happened.

“…unexpected.” He finished for her, all of a sudden too unsure of everything. He couldn’t stop thinking that he might as well just ruined the friendship they had because he couldn’t keep it in his pants.

“Yeah… yeah.” She agreed with him before falling silent over again, simply enjoying a bit more of their closeness. Dean felt her moving a little between his arms, so he reluctantly loosened his grip on her. As soon as she was a bit freer to move, Y/N started to slowly dislocate from him, making both of them moan the moment his cock slipped out of her. Dean was ready to see her get up and walk away from his room when she turned around in his arms, facing him.

“Did you mean what you said?” She dared to ask, making him frown in confusion. “Did you think about how it would be to have me between your legs like that?”

“Oh…” Dean whispered, swallowing down hard without being able to form a more coherent thought. He cleared his throat, all of a sudden too dry. “Yeah, yeah.”

“Have you ever tried something like that?” She asked, watching him blush at her words.

“Uhm… I…” He stammered a little, searching for the right words other than the obvious ones just to impress her somehow; even though he knew it was a stupid thing to do, somehow she seemed not to mind.

“Would you like to try?”

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Happy Hour (Part 2) - Happy Ending

Summary: A few weeks into dating Dean and things finally heat up with the first snowfall of the season.

Part 1

Pairing: Neighbour!Dean x reader

Square: Snow angels @spnchristmasbingo Date night @supernatural-jackles

Word Count: 5,423

Rating: mature 18+ MDNI

Warnings: mature themes, heavy smut (touching, teasing, biting, kissing/cuddling, dry humping, p in v, protected sex), brief mentions of past drugged!reader, mentions of stretch marks/body insecurity/performance anxiety, language, mainly fluff

A/N: Every relationship progresses at its own pace. For those of you who wanted more of these two. Also written for @spnchristmasbingo and @supernatural-jackles’ Tell Me a Story bingo. Enjoy!

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Dean looked damn good holding a spatula as he flipped the chocolate chip and blueberry pancakes with a wink. Your eyes sunk to his rear as you sipped on your crazy hot coffee, burning the tip of your tongue. You stuck it out and blew to cool the tip. You pinched the end of your tongue between your fingers and tried to look at it. Dean laughing when you did so.

You never had someone cook you breakfast before. Not actually cook it like Dean did. You could taste the love he put into the food that morning, because he did love food, especially breakfast food.

Usually, you couldn't get a half decent breakfast unless you bought it or cooked it yourself. Most guys leaned towards microwaving breakfast burritos, which somehow always turned out still half frozen when you bit into them. But Dean was different and you couldn't believe how wrong you'd been about him.

Things changed after that morning, firstly you cut that friend out of your life, because friends don't drug friends without their knowledge and consent. And secondly, you decided you wanted to keep seeing Dean. Romantically. That feeling -the urge to jump his bones- never fizzled out completely, although you had yet to do anything about it; it was still early in your relationship.

You'd been going out for a few weeks now. Times were busy though with the holidays coming up and neither of you had much time for each other. So a few weeks was really only three dates; the last of which was cut short when Dean's little brother called him up to ask for a ride home from a party.

You made plans to be with Dean for New Year's Eve but tonight was the last time you were going to see each other before you headed home to see your family for Christmas. And you weren't about to waste a single second of it.

You met Dean at his house after work and he cooked you dinner for the first time. Your taste buds were in love.

This man could cook!

After dinner you watched a Hallmark movie, the one where the two main characters fall in love and finally embrace the Christmas spirit... you guessed, since they were all the same. You weren't really focused on the movie at the moment. You were straddling Dean on the couch with your back to the screen and your ears only intermittently registered the sounds of sleigh bells and random Christmas music.

Until a screech came over the speakers and interrupted your heated make-out session. You turned to see the red alert flash across the screen, a 'Winter Storm Warning' was currently in effect in your area. You glanced at the sliding glass door but Dean had drawn the curtains hours ago so you couldn't see outside. Or rather so your neighbours couldn't see inside.

The first snowfall of the season was always the most magical; when you woke up and saw that fresh coating of snow lay over the fallen blades of yellow and green grass. You hadn't seen that yet this year, it was late, but you loved that sense of renewal and calm that radiated from the season and you had the urge to know if it was, in fact, snowing right this second. Dean wasn't going anywhere and you could resume your make-out session without missing a beat once you opened that curtain.

You pushed on Dean's shoulders in an attempt to stand but he tsked and held your hips. You were both still dressed but he took full advantage of the long sleeve, v-neck top you wore and placed heavy kisses to your chest. His thick breath between your breasts warmed your skin and made you shiver at the same time. Tiny goosebumps appearing in his wake as he kissed up your neck and made you suck in a breath.

"I think it's snowing," you said, running your fingers through his hair and tugging the strands so he had to separate his lips from your skin.

He grunted and met your gaze. His eyes lust blown and his lips just as red and swollen as you supposed your own must be. His brows furrowed and a small smirk pulled at the edge of his mouth.

"Huh?" He questioned, taking the opportunity to wet his lips.

You thought he was probably unable to form words at the moment and you felt his hands slide up the back of your shirt and palm at your smooth skin. Almost like an attempt to distract you, but it didn't work. The storm was calling to you and you just loved the snow so much!

It was something you desperately wanted to share with Dean. Especially since you were set to leave in the late morning and he was part of your life now; you wanted to celebrate and share the things that excited you with him.

You started and jumped in Dean's lap when he snapped your bra, "Ow! What the hell, Dean?"

"Sorry, my fingers slipped." He said, but the grin on his face said he did it on purpose.

"I can't take my eyes off you for a second, can I?"

"It's not advisable, sweetheart." He winked and shook his head.

Fucking cute, cocky bastard!

For a guy that was a complete gentleman the first night you spent together, the second you sobered up, he was back to being that bold neighbour leering at you in your leggings. Except now his hands felt what his eyes couldn't. And you most definitely leered back. You liked him looking, you liked seeing the emotions he didn't bother to hide in his eyes, whether that was lust or affection or unease. He showed it all to you.

You kept your eyes on him, pushing his shoulders back and lifting yourself from his lap. He pouted but watched as you stood and twirled around to skip towards the backdoor.

You threw the velvet curtains back, "Holy shit!" Your mouth gaped at the sight before you. "Dean, you have to see this!"

That got his attention and you heard him lift himself from the couch. His sock feet padding over to you before you felt strong arms slide around your waist and the heat of his chest press against your back. He rested his chin on your shoulder and huffed out a breath that fogged up a spot on the glass door.

"Wow, that's a lot of snow." He said unenthusiastically and nuzzled your hair out of the way with his nose to peck a kiss to your cheek. "Let's finish the movie, sweetheart."

Finish the movie, my ass.

He just wanted to feel you some more, in the ways that you hadn't been able to since you started dating. And you wanted to, too. Time alone together was precious, but so was the first snowfall and you thought you could combine the two.

You did have all night after all.

You sucked in a breath when Dean's hand found the skin of your stomach and squeezed into the front of your jeans. There wasn't much stretch to this style of denim though and he relented when you grunted at the tightness. Maybe you should've worn a dress or leggings but it was too cold for any of that and these jeans made your butt look good.

"I wanna go outside." You tugged Dean towards the door but he didn't budge. "Come on." You whined.

Dean groaned and sighed exasperatedly as you put on your shoes and ran outside, coaxing him along with a flirty curl of your finger.

"Fine," Dean rolled his eyes and shoved on his boots.

The second he stepped out the door you smacked him in the face with a lightly packed snowball and giggled. You didn't intend to stay outside long so neither of you bothered with a coat. It actually wasn't all that cold either.

"Oh, you're in for it now." He said, wiping his face and chasing after you.

Snow crunching under his feet as he grabbed you around the waist and spun you around with him, lifting your feet off the ground for a moment. You laughed and squealed until Dean released you and you grabbed onto him and jumped on his back, shoving a handful of snow down the back of his shirt.

"Holy shit, that's cold!" Dean cursed and arched his back but since you clung to him there was no amount of squirming he could do to dislodge the snow. "Fuck, Y/N! You're gonna pay for that!"

You giggled and hopped down from your perch on his hips, attempting to escape his grasp when he turned to grab you. But you were too slow and he lifted you in his arms with a hand under your knees and one on your waist. You playfully struggled when he walked towards the deeper snow, knowing full well he was going to drop you in it.

"No! No, no, Dean, I'm sorry! I give up! Please, it's too cold!" You pouted up at him with big Y/E/C eyes.

"Should've thought ahead, sweetheart, you know I have to do this."

"I won't do it again! I'll be good." You promised, but didn't actually try to get away from him.

You didn't want to get away from him. It was a game and he knew it too. There was no way he'd actually drop you in the snow.

"Is that so?" He stopped walking and looked down at you, cocking an eyebrow like he was questioning you. "Prove it."

You smiled and wrapped your arms around the back of his neck, pulling him into a kiss that made winter slip away. Your tongue played with his, welcoming the warmth of his mouth over yours. His lips, though slightly chapped, felt perfectly molded to you as they separated from your lips to attack your throat. You giggled when he hit a certain spot and your skin flushed with a heat like you were sipping on warmed Brandy. A type of heat that endangered your life because it pulled every ounce of it from your core to the surface where the brisk winter breeze could whip it away. But you weren't worried about that; with Dean's body pressed to yours, that heat just kept regenerating.

He sucked a sensitive spot on your neck until you could still feel the pressure of his lips even when he finally separated them from your skin. You knew the spot would be purple tomorrow but you liked it when he marked you and you planned to mark him back before the night was over.

You got caught up in the kiss and your mind didn't register the cold on your back until the snow melted and seeped into your shirt. Dean was hovering over you lying in the snow. Kissing all over your neck, his lips lingering below your ear when you whined and slid your icicle-like fingers up under the hem of his shirt. The muscles in his back tensed at the cold and he let out a pained grunt.

"Fuck, Y/N." Dean growled, grabbing your hands and pushing them back in the snow above your head. "Let me warm you up, baby." He breathed a sigh of relief and then he was kissing you again.

You whimpered and wrestled your arms away from the cold, piling the snow next to your body in the process as if you were making a half-assed snow angel. You pushed up on Dean's chest and rolled beneath him so that his hardness pressed against your butt and your front was assaulted by the snow instead. You didn't think this through and shivered against the new found chill that peaked your nipples under your shirt.

"Dean, this isn't working for me, s'too cold." You said, shuddering even though his warmth radiated through the damp clothes on your back.

"But I thought you liked the snow?" Dean teased but pushed up to adjust you both, wrapping his arm around your hips and pulling you up with him until you were kneeling in front of him on your hands and knees. "Better?" He asked as he rubbed his hands up and down your thighs in attempts to warm you.

You balled your fists in the snow to warm your fingers, but it wasn't working and you whined again, "Not much."

You felt his hand slide under the front of your shirt and bra, his palm lying flat on your ribs between your breasts as he pushed off the ground with his other hand. He pulled you back with him so that your hands were free of the harsh cold and you sat back on his thighs. He moved your hair over one shoulder so he could kiss at your neck.

"How about now?" He asked between nips to your delicate skin.

"Better, but maybe we should move this to the bedroom?" You moaned when he sucked the same mark he'd made earlier, "Dean."

"Y/N," he matched your tone and his fingers moved to the buttons on your jeans. He popped one of them open and then two, three... and then, "Why the fuck do you need so many buttons?"

You could've told him you liked the style but instead you turned your head and captured his mouth in a wet kiss that both warmed and chilled your lips in the winter breeze. You giggled into his mouth and dragged your tongue against his, eliciting a deep groan from him that you felt vibrating through his chest. He tasted sweet and tart, like apples. Apple pie, actually. Dessert.

His hand slipped into the front of your panties and you felt his fingers comb through your short hairs, seeking out your warmth.

You gasped, "O-oh my go- Dean!" You grabbed his wrist and leaned back into him.

His hand was fucking cold!

Dean smiled into the kiss he placed to your lips and his other hand slid under your shirt to cup one of your bra-clad breasts, his thumb tracing over your hardened nipple. You squealed when he pinched the bud with a teasing strength and you twisted in his hold until you were straddling his lap again. You rolled your hips into his and he groaned in your ear. Loud in the dead silence of the winter storm surrounding your sleepy neighbourhood.

It wasn't long before the cold, wet snow soaked into the back of his jeans as well and he couldn't take it anymore, "Sweetheart, I can't feel my ass and I swear my balls are turning blue."

"Are you telling me you have blue balls?" You laughed.

"In more ways than one, trust me."

"I could fix that, in a nice, warm bed," you rolled your hips again and bit your lip to muffle a moan. He did the same.

"Keep doing that and we aren't gonna make it there." He clamped his eyes shut and growled when you did it again. "Fuck, Y/N."

Something about the cold made your bodies more sensitive, except for the nerve endings in your fingertips which numbed in your fisted palms as you tried to warm them up.

You had a sudden thought, Dean was warm, and you shoved your hands into the back of his shirt, stretching out the neck hole.

"Dammit, that's it!" Dean grit his teeth together and clutched your hips. "I'm done with your fucking teasing, Y/N-"

Finally!

His eyes were dark and fierce, and you loved how you did that to him. His threats were words. You both knew it. But you kinda hoped tonight he'd finally follow through on them and take you in that bed of his. It would've happened last time if he wasn't such a good big brother.

His hands slid up the back of your shirt and held your shoulders, pulling you flush to him. He kissed and nipped at your lips like a starved animal and you realized he had no intentions of moving your escapades anywhere other than right there.

And it was getting colder the more the snow melted into your clothes... at least, your neighbours were asleep, probably, right? It was late. Your defrosted fingers moved over his skin, feeling his shoulder blades roll when his hands started to roam down your back and slipped into the seat of your jeans. His hands cupped your cheeks and you jumped and giggled when he squeezed your butt firmly.

You started a slow rhythm, rubbing yourself against him and listening to his breath get a little heavier with each circle of your hips. It was intoxicating and you lost yourself in the feel of it, like the world outside of the both of you didn’t exist.

Then you heard a door slam and the porch light flicked on a couple of doors down.

You halted your movements and hid your face in the crook of Dean's neck when your cranky, old neighbour yelled over at you, “Get a room, lovebirds, you’re waking up the whole damn block with a free show!”

“Sorry, Bobby!” Dean called over and chuckled under his breath as the old man headed back inside, grumbling to himself.

He wasn’t wrong, the backyard was clearly visible from at least ten of your neighbours despite the wooden fences separating them. It wasn’t likely anyone else would be awake for the show at this hour, but now you knew at least one of them was and that was enough for Dean. He held your waist firmly when you tried to roll your hips again and glanced around at the darkened windows of his neighbours.

He huffed out a sigh and pushed back your hair, “Do you wanna take this to the bedroom, sweetheart?” He practically growled and you bit your lip and nodded under his hooded stare.

“More than anything.”

Your jeans were tight enough that they didn’t fall down your hips, despite being unbuttoned, as Dean led you back inside the house. He slid the door shut behind himself and locked it, throwing closed the velvet curtains as well. Now it was just you and him. Nothing between you, nothing to keep you from exploring each others bodies until dawn broke through the storm and cast the light of a new day on the fluffy blanket of snow littering the ground outside.

Until then, the storm raged on, as did the butterflies in your stomach when Dean took a step closer to you.

You were frozen, your breath, your heart, your Y/E/C eyes locked in his gaze and everything moved in slow motion. He walked towards you -only a couple of feet away in reality but it felt like it took him forever to close that distance- then grabbed your waist and hoisted you over his shoulder.

You puffed out a breath and laughed, suddenly unfrozen by the unexpected silliness of his actions, “Ah-HA-HA-ha-D-Dean!”

He carried you to his bedroom, patting his large hand over the wet butt of your jeans before he tossed you onto the bed. A king-sized bed with the comforters and sheets haphazardly thrown over it, made-up like he wasn’t expecting the evening to wind up here. But this was exactly where you saw it going and exactly why you started kissing him during that Hallmark movie. It all felt like an incredibly long build up to what would’ve happened with any other guy already; simply because any other guy was not Dean and Dean was not a one-and-done type of guy.

Sure, he came off that way when you first met him but the more you got to know him, the more you saw the hopeless romantic buried deep inside. He was a decent guy who took pride in his family, his little brother, and it genuinely hurt him when you thought he was that shallow; he was anything but. He took care of you when you were at your most vulnerable and he didn’t take advantage even when you threw yourself at him. Multiple times!

Tonight was going to be a different story. You weren’t high, you weren’t even a little buzzed and neither was he.

The way Dean was looking at you made your heart flutter and your palms sweat. You sucked in a breath and shuddered like you’d been edging yourself over and over again and that damn dam was finally about to break after weeks of interruptions and him playing it slow. He had you, what was he waiting for?

“If you don’t stop staring at me and get in this bed, I swear I will finish myself off without you and go home.” You threatened and raised your eyebrows in question like you were actually expecting him to challenge you on the matter but he just sighed and palmed his face.

“Holy fuck, Y/N, don’t say shit like that.” He breathed heavily and adjusted the crotch of his jeans, “You have no idea how hard this is.”

“That’s kind of the point, Dean.”

“That’s not what I meant, sassy-pants. It’s just… I-don’t-know-how-long-I’m-gonna-last,” he said as quickly as possible before he lost the nerve and shifted on his feet as he avoided meeting your eyes.

“I’m pent up, too, Dean. I promise I won’t judge you on our first time together as long as you promise not to judge my body, especially my stretch marks.” You crossed your heart and he met your warm gaze.

You told yourself everyone has stretch marks and on a hot summer day you’d say fuck it and wear what you wanted but that didn’t mean you accepted them. Not completely, you’d always be a little self-conscious and that you were fine with because it was only the opinion of one person that meant anything to you. Yourself… -Okay, maybe a small part cared what Dean thought, too; but only because you didn’t want him to be a dick like any other guy.

“That’s really not the same thing,” he shook his head.

“Well, not to you because you’re a guy. I don’t care if you get performance anxiety or if you come before we even get started, so long as you treat me right and so far, you have. Better than any other guy from those stupid dating apps and let’s face it, it’s not hard to be better in that area than those guys. Most of the time they’re only in it for themselves and you are the complete opposite as far as I’ve seen.” You said, but he still looked kind of nervous and you crawled off the bed to stand before him. “If you want to wait, Dean, if this is too much pressure right now, I’m cool with that. I won’t get mad or offended.”

That seemed to get through to him and he smiled, his eyes practically twinkling in the low light of the bedside table lamp.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he breathed and pulled you in by your waist to kiss you hard. "You're perfect just the way you are, stretch marks and all."

His lips bruised yours as you sighed into his mouth, "You haven't even seen me yet."

"Yes, I have and you're fucking gorgeous." He chuckled when you soured your face in confusion, "Don't tell me you forgot our first date already."

Of course, in the shower, when you were flying high on that 'Aspirin'. How could you forget?!

You rolled your eyes, "That was not a date! And you could barely look me in the eye let alone anywhere else! I doubt you saw much of anything."

"Oh, I saw enough." He smirked. "And without coming off as a total creep, I loved every inch of you." He chuckled breathily and smirked again, "You're the woman for me and I don’t wanna wait.”

His thumbs hooked in the waistband of your jeans and he pushed them down your hips, leaving you in your shirt and panties. You stumbled against him when you tried to kick the jeans off the rest of the way and he laughed as he pushed you to sit down on the bed. He knelt on the carpet in front of you and lifted your feet to rest on his knee, then untangled your feet from your jeans and tossed them on the floor to the side, taking your socks with them.

Your breaths were shallow and your body hummed at the feel of his hot, rough hands on your bare skin. His palms dragging up your calves, feeling your smooth skin all the way up to your thighs. You didn’t care that your cheeks were probably bright red when you saw the smirk tugging at his lips.

His hands moved under your shirt next, waiting until you lifted your arms to let him strip it off of you. You shivered and he leaned in to kiss your bra-clad chest, tossing the material in his hands in the same direction as your jeans. You moaned with his fingers all over you, on your legs, your stomach, your breasts, and when they slid into the front of your panties again you squirmed, sensitive and suddenly aware that he was far too dressed for your liking.

“You give me shit for my buttons,” you tugged Dean’s henley over his head, leaving him in his short sleeve shirt, after stripping him of his flannel, “-Yet, you wear too many frigging layers!”

Dean laughed and pulled the last shirt off over his head, tossing it into the rather large pile of clothing on the floor.

“Why do you hide that body?” You asked rhetorically, although you wouldn’t have minded an answer; you were pretty sure he only did it to frustrate you. And probably every other woman on the planet. You traced the freckles on his shoulders with your fingertips, “You are so fucking gorgeous.”

“Men like to be called handsome.”

“But... you’re not handsome, you are gorgeous!” You teased, trying to get him to loosen up and giggling when Dean pushed you back on the bed and blew a raspberry against your stomach. You squealed and wiggled as he held you down and did it again, “Okay! Okay, you’re handsome, too!”

“Gor-some?” He laughed, immaturely combining the compliments.

“Hand-geous!"

“My beautiful, silly girl.” He smirked as he crawled over you on the bed with both your legs still awkwardly hanging off the edge. His lips trailing in the wake of his hands as he felt and kissed every inch of you. “Wait,” he grunted when your hands slipped between you to unbuckle his jeans. His skin felt like a furnace as he held them to his lower stomach; a nice reprieve from the snow earlier that had numbed your fingers. "Condom?”

“What?” You breathed, feeling too much to hear what he asked.

He breathed against your neck for a moment before he repeated, “Do we need a condom?”

“Yes.”

Dean pushed off of you and you pouted at the loss of his weight and heat over you, but you took the chance to rid yourself of your bra and panties and crawled to the centre of the bed; diving under the comforters and glancing over at him. You watched as he broke open a new box of condoms from his nightstand, feeling a little excited when the thought crossed your mind that he must’ve bought them just for you. Then he stripped out of the rest of his clothes and sat at the edge of the bed.

“This is always the awkward part, isn’t it?” You said, watching him tear open the foil and roll on the condom.

“It wasn’t until you said that.” He laughed and blushed.

“You’re so hand-geous,” you sighed and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down sideways so you could kiss the red in his cheek.

He shifted in his seat to face you. “Gor-some,” he corrected and smirked, kissing you until you laid back on the bed with him hovering over you.

You smiled up at him, happy your attempts to be silly in order to calm him were working. You didn’t want him to be nervous with you, you were a team working towards the same goal. Both tonight in this bed and everyday in your blooming romance.

You spread your legs and hugged his hips with your knees as he settled in between them, feeling Dean’s breaths pick up as he lowered his forehead to your shoulder and froze. Taking a moment just to hold you and slow down. You rested your palms on his shoulder blades, fingertips embedding into his flesh and his muscles moving under them with each deep breath. Your hands started to wander.

“Fuck,” Dean groaned and scolded when you grabbed his ass playfully, “Y/N.”

“I couldn’t resist, it's so perky!" You shrugged under him as best as you could and he chuckled into the kiss he pressed to your lips.

“You’re irresistible, sweetheart,” he whispered below your ear and kept kissing you until your breaths were heavy against his skin.

He rested his weight on you, just enough to press you into the mattress but not enough to steal your breath completely. He slid his arm under your back and gripped your shoulder as he kept kissing your neck until you started to moan softly in his ear.

Then he reached between you and slipped two fingers into your centre and you gasped. You didn’t expect it and whimpered as he quickly built you up to the edge. Your chest moving briskly against his with sweat beading between your bodies and heat spreading between your thighs.

Dean's hand on your shoulder reached up and he tangled his fingers in your hair as he kissed you deeply. His tongue tasted yours before he nipped at your lips and pulled away.

“Ow-ow-ow! Dean, stop! Your watch is caught in my hair,” you gasped.

"Shit, sorry, sweetheart." Dean panted, grunting as his fingers left your centre to remove his watch and untangle it from your hair. "Good?"

"Yeah," you breathed and clutched at his ribs, nuzzling your nose into his cheek and pecking along his jaw.

Your hand went to his bicep and Dean hummed when you rolled your hips up to meet him impatiently. He shifted and your head fell back against the pillow as he pushed into you. You locked your ankles around his lower back and clamped your teeth into his shoulder hard enough to bruise.

Dean let out a pained grunt and ground his hips into yours. The muscles in his arms tensing as he held the back of your hips. Going deeper and harder with each thrust until you were brought over the edge.

You wrapped your arms around him to keep him close, waves of pleasure spreading through your extremities as Dean shuddered and stilled on top of you. His breath was hot in your ear when he pressed a lingering, wet kiss to your cheek; the weight of his body wrapped over you and pinning you to the mattress.

"That was-" you panted.

"-Wow," he chuckled breathlessly and rested his forehead against yours.

You stared into his eyes and pecked a kiss to his lips, "Did you know your eyes are green?"

He chuckled again, "All my life, sweetheart.”

"But -like, so green."

You ran your fingertips over his cheeks, feeling his lashes brush your thumbs when he closed his eyes and sighed. Warm and content, soaking in the feeling of you in his arms with your breasts squished against his chest, rising and falling with each steadying breath. Bodies still tangled together as your knees hugged his hips. Neither of you pulled away from each other as you kissed him passionately because you couldn't not kiss that smile on his face.

"Can we do that again?" You asked and scratched your nails through his hair.

Dean shook his head and chuckled to himself, "Fuck me," he hid his reddening cheeks in the crook of your neck. He placed a kiss to your sweat coated shoulder, then another one to your collarbone before answering. "Soon, Y/N. Give me a minute to catch my breath."

He kissed your mouth again and you felt him smile against your skin. You hummed and continued to run your fingers through his hair.

"Can't wait to see how you celebrate New Year's." He mumbled against your lips.

"Don't get ahead of yourself, Dean, we're hardly done celebrating tonight." You teased and dug your heels into his ass.

Dean grunted, "Insatiable girl."

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cleighwrites · 1 year

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The Boy - Part 2

SPN Fanfic

Characters: Jared x Jensen

Summary: Jensen gives Jared his treat for being such a good boy

A/N: This fills my Coming Untouched square on my @spnkinkevents bingo card. beta’d by @candygramme

Warnings: NSFW, anal sex, butt plug play, coming untouched

Read it on Ao3

#j2 smut #spn kink bingo #spnkinkbingo #j2 au #cleighwrites

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samisadeangirl · 1 year

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Chapters: 1/1

Words: 4172

Relationships: Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester

Challenge: Now It’s Perfect

SPN Fluff Bingo Square Fill: Afterlife AU

Rating: Teen

Summary: Sam and Dean are finally reunited on that bridge in Heaven, and after they find their eternal home, Sam shares what his life had been like all those years while he'd done his best to keep his promise to his brother . . .

#fan event #fan fiction #now it's perfect 2022 #wincest #dean/sam #the epic love story of sam and dean #my otp #soulmates #spn fluff bingo #afterlife au #my writing

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Escort

Synopsis: Dean needs an escort to help him with his cover on a case (more of a case fic with flirting, no smut)

Pairing: I see it as Dean Winchester x reader but could be read as Dean Winchester x OC (no physical descriptions are given and she goes by what is clearly a fake name the whole time)

Warnings: Canon-typical violence

Words: 3k

This fulfils the Escort square of my 2023 SPN AU Bingo @spnaubingo

A/N: It's nice to write a really competent, confident female character!

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“Dean,” Sam implored, “I don’t think this is a good idea.”

“Sammy, I swear to God, you keep whining about the plans and I’m gonna stop telling you the plans.”

“She’s a distraction at best, and a liability at worst!”

Dean rounded on him, “Is your complaint because she sells her services?”

“What? No.”

“Really? Because you’ve sure made a lot of jokes over the years about women in her line of business.”

“Dean, stop it. I’m worried about her getting hurt, or getting you hurt.”

“It will be fine. For all she knows, I just needed a girl to make me look good to the other suits. She won’t even know I’m casing the joint while we mingle. Nothing will happen, you and I will go back later without the girl. Girl will just earn some easy cash looking pretty.”

Sam sighed. Dean took that as a win. He gave his brother one last look before grabbing his keys off the motel room table. “I’ll go find a girl.”

---

Dean rolled down the window as he pulled up to a girl standing on the street corner. He was already in a tux. “Hey sweetheart,” he said as he rolled down the window. “You wanna have a Pretty Woman moment tonight?”

She looked like she was struggling to control the urge to roll her eyes. He liked her already.

“Hey handsome,” she said, leaning through the open car window. “What did you have in mind?”

“I need an escort for a big fancy party my work is throwing.”

“And you didn’t want to call a real escort service?”

“The others probably know all of them.” She laughed. “So I thought I’d branch out.” In reality, he didn’t want the arrangement written down anywhere.

“And let me guess, you want some services that aren’t available on their menu, too?”

“Nah, strictly escort tonight. Possibly the easiest money you’ll make, except for the need to smile your way through painful small talk about the best way to fold napkins.”

“And what would you have me wear?” she asked in a sultry voice.

“I got ya a dress. It’s in the back, we’ll go to the service station and you can get changed in the bathroom.”

“How long’s the party?”

“Few hours.”

“I charge $120/hr.”

“Fine.”

She opened the car door and slid inside. “Nice car,” she remarked as she ran her hands over the seat.

“My Baby’s the best,” Dean replied with a smirk, before speeding off.

---

Dean pulled up to the line of cars waiting to go into the party. He turned to the woman beside him, now resplendent in a beautiful dress he’d gotten at the op shop earlier that afternoon.

“Uh, I uh, I forgot to ask. What should I call you?” he said, suddenly awkward.

She laughed. “You can call me… Hazel.”

“Alright, Hazel it is. Where’d we meet?”

“The street corner.” He raised an eyebrow at her. “I had a flat and you helped me with it.”

“Ok. Recently?” He enjoyed letting her lead.

“Just the other day.”

“Sounds good.”

“So, what do I call you, handsome?”

“Drake,” Dean said, his hand on the car door handle as a valet came up to greet them. He headed around the car and opened her door, holding his hand out to help her out. He reached his arm around her waist and held her to him. “I’m new at the company,” he whispered, “So not many people know me.”

She shot him a quick, concerned glance before schooling her features back into a smile. Dean led her up the steps and into the party, flashing two tickets on his way past.

---

The party was going well. No one seemed to mind that they’d never seen him before in their lives, and Hazel fit in better than he could have imagined. He hadn’t expected that the girl he’d gotten off a street corner would be able to pull off the escort idea, but he’d been hoping she would take the attention away from him. That wasn’t happening now that she was actually good at it, but instead they seemed to be blending in. He’d take it.

He put his hand on the small of her back and leaned down to her ear, “I gotta go to the bathroom, I’ll be back.” She smiled at him and he walked off. He glanced around the room, but he couldn’t see the artefact he was looking for.

He headed into another room, still surreptitiously checking out the walls and display cases. He headed for an empty corridor and pulled his phone out, quickly dialling Sam. “Yo, you got any idea where this thing might be? It’s not in the main hall.”

“Dean, you are the one who said that was exactly where it would be and we didn’t need any further investigation!”

“Yeah, well, I might be wrong. Zero amulets.”

“I dunno, keep scoping out the place. What’d you do with the girl?”

“Told her I was going to the bathroom, so I can’t take too long.”

“Yet another reason it was a bad idea to take her.”

“Shut it, bitch.” Dean hung up the phone, Sam was no use.

He quickly scoped out the room closest to him before deciding he needed to head back to his date.

---

She smiled as he approached. “You took a while,” she said.

“Couldn’t find it, and then there was a line of women. They take forever.”

“You try peeing in one of these dresses.”

“Nah, I’m good,” he said with a grin. She really was perfect, he’d like to have taken her out for real some time.

He glanced around, seeing the drinks table. “You want another-” he started to ask, before fading out. He saw it, the amulet. It was around the neck of the bloody hostess of the party. Not. Good.

“Yes?” Hazel asked, drawing his attention back to her.

“I- uh- sorry.”

“You see something you like?” she said with a smirk, following his line of sight to the beautiful woman with the amulet.

“Oh, no, just, you know, lost my train of thought.”

“Uh huh,” she replied, deadpan.

He looked back at her properly, “Tonight’s all about you, sweetheart.” He flashed her a smile, that usually worked.

“Let’s go talk to her, if you’re so enamoured,” she said, starting to walk towards the lady.

“No! No, wait!” he said, reaching for her hand to prevent her getting near the woman. He had a sneaking suspicion that being near the amulet would’ve been very bad for the hostess, given the descriptions he’d read about its powers. It hadn’t been entirely clear, but he had a feeling she might be being possessed by a powerful being. He didn’t want Hazel anywhere near her.

Hazel rolled her eyes and tugged her hand of his grip, heading towards the woman. “No, Hazel!” Dean said, which brought the attention of the hostess on him.

“HUNTERS!” she yelled, suddenly holding a fireball in her hand. Fuck, a witch. Hazel had paused in shock, so Dean grabbed her waist and pulled her behind him. Others were screaming and running. The witch threw the fireball, Dean dived out of the way and pulled Hazel along with him. He raced to hide behind the bar as she threw another one. The room was rapidly emptying of party-goers, running for their lives.

He reached into his pants and pulled out his gun. “Stay down,” he hissed at Hazel, who had just peeked over the bar. To his dismay, he saw her reach up under her dress and similarly pull out a gun. He groaned.

“NYPD, we can discuss your activities later,” she whispered to him.

“Of all the women on all the street corners, I got the secret cop.” She started looking like she was going to peek over the bar again and he pulled sharply on her arm to keep her down. “If those aren’t witch-killing bullets, you’ve got no chance.”

“Of all the thieves on all the street corners, I had to get the deranged one who thinks witches are real.”

“You see that fireball she threw at us? That ain’t normal, sweetheart.”

Speaking of fireballs, one took that moment to crash into the glass mirror above them, raining small pieces of glass all over them. Dean sheltered Hazel’s body with his own, then pulled out his phone.

“She’s a freaking witch, Sam!” he hissed into the phone after Sam had picked up. “We’re under attack.”

“Who is?”

“The woman who owns the amulet, she’s wearing it!”

There was a loud crack as the bar they were hiding behind took a frontal hit. It wasn’t going to last much longer.

“I’m on my way,” Sam said in the phone.

“That might be too late,” Dean replied, looking for an exit strategy. He couldn’t see one.

“There!” Hazel hissed, pointing at a door in the panelling of the back wall of the bar area. She crawled over to it, wrenching it open. “It’s a dumbwaiter.”

“Get in it,” Dean replied, “I’ll send you down.”

“No, we can both get in it. You’re not going to survive by yourself here.” To emphasise her point, more of the mirror exploded above her head. He was pretty sure the witch was just playing with them now.

He stood up, trying to get a good shot at the witch. She was surrounded by henchmen and impossible to fire at, but she threw another fireball at him.

“Ok,” he said, crossing quickly to her.

“You get in first,” Hazel ordered.

“No.”

“We’ll only fit if I’m on top of you, get in.”

He saw the determination on her face and surrendered. He awkwardly climbed in to the cramped space, then held out his hands to take her. She squished herself in on top of him, hitting a button on the side before closing the door. The cart began to drop.

Dean held his gun up, pointed at the door, as Hazel unlatched it. They were in the wine cellar, with no one around. The staff had probably run off at the sound of the gun fight upstairs. It was even harder to get out then it had been to get in, but they managed it.

Dean took a look around, looking for a door that might lead to the outside. “There,” Hazel whispered, pointing at a door to the left of them. He nodded and followed her, pulling his phone back out of his pocket.

“Sam?”

“Thank God,” Sam replied. He could hear the sound of a car, Sam must’ve jacked one. “What’s going on?”

“We’re in the cellar.”

“Ok, you’re going to need to get out and meet me so we can go back in and gank the witch.”

“I don’t think that’s going to work, Sam. They’re going to be looking for us.”

“What’s your plan?”

“I go back in, gank the witch. Sam, you get Hazel out.”

“Uh huh,” Hazel said, spinning back to him, “And how exactly are you going to do that alone?”

“Sweetheart, this ain’t my first rodeo.”

“As I might have mentioned earlier, mine either.”

“Can someone explain what is going on?” Sam yelled from the phone.

“Hazel’s a cop,” Dean replied, moving very close to her. “But no witch-killing bullets and this ain’t your normal perp, so you’re not coming with me.”

“You try to stop me going in there and it’s a crime,” she glared at him. “Obstruction of justice.”

“The justice you were looking for tonight was men who want to pick up sex workers, not witches who want to kill.”

“I’m multi-tasking.”

“The hell you are.”

“OI!” Sam yelled again. “Can you two stop squaring off for one minute to come up with a plan so you don’t both die?”

“Fine.”

“Right,” Sam continued. “How many witch-killing bullets you got left, Dean?”

“4.”

“Give me 2,” Hazel replied.

“That will halve our chances, sweetheart.”

“You keep being that arrogant and I’ll cuff you to the dumbwaiter.”

“Jesus Christ, can you both stop it?!” Sam complained.

“Ok. I give you two bullets, and then what?”

“I go in as bait,” Hazel responded, “and you hide. If the moment presents itself, you shoot.”

“You are not going in there as bait. I did not drag an innocent into this to get killed. I’ll be bait, you hide.”

She glared at him, but eventually nodded.

“And you’re taking 3 of the bullets.”

“That’s suicide.”

“It increases our chances of you ganking the witch.”

“I’m not a bad shot.”

“Me either.”

“Ok, I’m nearly there,” Sam said from the phone, seemingly forgotten in the standoff between Dean and Hazel. “I’ll try and get in and bring extra munition. I’m tall and I have long hair, please don’t shoot me.”

“Alright, see you soon Sammy.” Dean hung up the phone. He opened his gun and started to take out bullets, handing them to her.

“So,” Hazel said with a smirk, “Dean, is it? That’s what the guy on the phone called you.”

“Yeah, well, I’m pretty sure Hazel isn’t your real name either. I’ll give you 5 minutes to get in a good position before I start the distraction.”

She nodded and started to jog away to the right. He couldn’t believe he was doing this.

---

Dean took a deep breath. He’d pulled out his other gun, filled with silver bullets that were going to be useless against a witch. But they might be good on henchmen, any bullet’s a good bullet if you’re human. And they’d make a distraction.

He put the normal gun in his left hand, saving his one shot with the witch-killing bullet for his dominant hand. He didn’t think he’d get a good shot, but he’d make it count if he did.

He estimated it had been about 5 minutes since Hazel had gone. Show time.

He crept up the stairs at the opposite end to where she’d gone. He could see henchmen scouring the other rooms, probably looking for him and Hazel. He took a moment to steel himself, then headed around the corner, back into the main room.

He started firing with his left-hand gun as soon as he entered the room, taking down random henchmen. Fairly quickly he was having to dive to the side, another fireball headed his way. He didn’t know where Hazel was, which he realised was a bit of a flaw in his plan. He didn’t know where to lead the witch.

Not that he was really in control of the situation. He was barely surviving as it was. He fired over his shoulder and ran for cover.

He was diving for new cover when he spotted Sam out the corner of his eye. He diverted the other direction, hoping he was still creating enough of a diversion.

Suddenly, the room exploded behind him. He span around, ducking his head under his arms to shield himself from debris.

“Witch is dead,” he head Sam yell, “Let’s go.”

“Gotta find the girl,” Dean yelled back, searching around. He could see Sam doing the same thing on the other side of the room, intermingled with the two of them firing at the few henchmen who hadn’t fled or died already. The explosion had been dramatic, Dean had no idea how Sam had caused it.

Dean finally found Hazel, trying to extricate herself from under some debris. He lifted the remnants of a table off her, holding his hand out to her to pull her up. She limped out so he wrapped his arm around her waist, helping her move faster. They quickly made it to Sam and got out of the building.

---

“I don’t know what the hell I just witnessed tonight but I have no idea how I’m going to explain this to my supervisors,” Hazel said when they were back at the Impala.

“If I were you, I’d leave out the witch throwing fireballs. Doesn’t go down well,” Dean replied.

“I suppose you want me to leave out that the serial killers Sam and Dean Winchester were here too.”

Dean shot her a glare. “We’re not serial killers, we hunt the supernatural.”

“And sometimes the supernatural like to impersonate us and give us a bad name,” Sam added. “We didn’t shoot those people in that footage from the bank vault, monsters with our faces did.”

“Any other day and I wouldn’t have believed you, but tonight I’m a little more inclined. One question though – you always pick up random women to bring into harm's way?”

“Uh, not normally, no,” Dean said, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. “I genuinely thought we were just going to be looking for the amulet tonight, and I just wanted someone to try and take some of the attention off me. Sorry.”

She laughed, “Wow, you don’t seem like a man who apologises easily.”

Sam, behind Dean, was laughing and shaking his head.

“So, what are you going to do?” Dean asked her.

“I have to call this in.”

Dean nodded, grimacing slightly.

“But that doesn’t mean I have to mention you,” she continued.

Dean smiled. Sam said, “Thank you.”

“When did you know?” Dean asked. “Who we were, I mean.”

“You looked a little familiar to me when I got in the car, but I thought you’d just been in the photo list of known sex worker users I’d looked at. Wasn’t until I learnt your names were Sam and Dean and you were handing me special bullets that I remembered.”

Dean nodded.

“Alright, you two better hit the road before anyone gets here. They probably already noticed the explosion.”

“Do I get to know your real name?” Dean said with one of his charming smiles. She gave a smirk and pulled a folded business card from out of a hidden compartment in her gun. “Thanks, sweetheart.”

She reached over and kissed his cheek, “Thanks for saving my life.”

“Anytime,” Dean replied, opening the driver’s door and jumping in. Sam jumped in the other side and they sped off, into the night.

“So how’d you make an explosion? Or did she just explode when you shot her?” Dean asked Sam.

“Witch-killing grenade, been working on it as a prototype. Same idea as the bullets.”

“Niiiiiiice.”

Dean twirled the business card in his fingers. Would've liked to get to know that girl some more.

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