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Everyone's a softy for softy Dean <3 And yes, knowing Sam, he had probably been waiting for months for this to happen lol

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Some Superheroes Wear Blankets

Summary: Dean comes home to find you heartbroken. It’s time for him to evaluate the difference between his plans and his priorities.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Angst, heartbreak, smudge of jealousy, fluff, Sam is there just being a sweetheart

Word count: 3.3K

A/N: Some Dean warm fuzzies for you guys. Let me know what you think! Feedback is the best fuel for every writer <3

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Sam was sitting in the kitchen making himself a sandwich when Dean entered. “Hey,” the younger Winchester greeted his brother. “How was the werewolf?”

“Dead.” Dean seemed distracted. It took him a moment to notice his little brother’s raised eyebrows. “I mean, he wasn’t at first. Now he is, though.”

“Anything else on your mind?” Nothing ever went past Sam, did it? Dean figured he might as well ask him about what had been on his mind since he put his Baby back in her spot and noticed the familiar truck on the other side of the garage.

“Why’s Y/N’s car still here?” he asked while grabbing himself a beer from the fridge, pretending not to care too much about the answer to his own question. He tried to make the next one sound as nonchalant as possible. “I thought she had a date tonight with what’s his face?”

While on his solo-hunt, Dean had spoken on the phone with Sam, who had mentioned that you were going out this evening, with your boyfriend – also a hunter. It was almost nine, if you had your usual dinner date planned, you would’ve left already.

“You know his name is Alex,” Sam said matter-of-factly, earning an eye roll from Dean. “And they broke up.”

Dean choked on his swig of beer. He grabbed the edge of the counter and bent forward, coughing loudly. Sam watched his brother impatiently. “When you’re done backwards-snorting beer through your windpipe, maybe you can check up on her and bring this with you.”

It wasn’t until Dean had straightened himself and looked at Sam that he noticed his brother wasn’t just making a sandwich for himself. There were two plates, one now being held out to Dean to bring to you. Sam, being Sam, was probably trying to do what little he could to lift your spirits. Though Dean didn’t know what exactly had happened, he could imagine how upset you had to be. You had been pretty serious about Alex, despite both of your best-friends-slash-hunting-partners disliking the guy from the moment you ran into him upstate.

“Well?” Sam said, still holding out the plate. “I was gonna bring it to her myself but I figured you’d want to talk to her before you leave.”

Dean frowned as he took the plate from Sam. “Leave?”

“Yeah,” Sam said, starting to gather everything he had used to make the sandwiches and putting it back in the fridge. “Aren’t you gonna meet up with what’s her face again?”

“Who?”

“Veronica.” Sam pronounced the name slowly, over-articulating every syllable as if he thought Dean was from a different planet and wouldn’t understand his way of communication.

“Right.” Dean cleared his throat. “Veronica.” He tried – and failed – to pretend he had been thinking about his meet-up with the woman who lived a couple miles away all along.

It was almost routine for Dean to call her up after every hunt. She thought he was a federal agent who traveled a lot for work. They always met at her place, rolled around beneath the sheets till morning and said goodbye until next time. Dean enjoyed the arrangement because it allowed him to get certain things out of his system. Certain things like longing for another woman, a woman he couldn’t keep warm at night because she was dating a hunter who wasn’t him.

Not anymore, apparently. And from Sam’s sour mood, Dean could tell it had happened the way they had both feared since the moment it had become clear you were serious about Alex. The guy had never had any regards for your needs. You were always there for him but he never stopped to listen to what you wanted. Now, it seemed he had chosen himself once again, leaving you hanging.

“Where is she?” Dean asked, already heading for the door.

“Your ‘Dean Cave’.” The answer came paired with judgement dripping from each word, directed at the name Dean had given to the room.

“All right, I’m gonna go see her.”

“What about Veronica?” Sam called after him.

“Yeah, yeah,” Dean said, waving Sam off. “Her too.”

The TV was on, but muted. You had turned the sound off to stop it from making your headache worse, which you had gained from crying for so long. You didn’t need the volume on to know what the characters of your favorite show were saying anyway. You had seen every episode at least a dozen times.

You had rolled yourself into two blankets on the couch in Dean’s entertainment ‘cave’, as he called it. The two of you spent the most time there, watching bad horror movies and playing pool. When Dean wasn’t home, it brought you comfort to be in there until he came back to join you.

The knock on the door didn’t come as a surprise. Sam had stopped by the room earlier, asking you if you were hungry. When you had shrugged, he had promised to return shortly with sandwiches, to get some food in your stomach and keep you company. You hadn’t had the heart to tell him the last thing that would bring you comfort was one of his healthy greens-stuffed sandwiches.

When the door opened to reveal a different Winchester, your puffy eyes grew wide. “Dean!” you said, pushing the blankets off and sitting up. “You’re home.” The relief in your voice almost entirely masked the fatigue it carried as well.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Dean said in that soft, compassionate voice that told you Sam had brought him up to speed about what happened. He sat down next to you and put the plate on the coffee table instead of giving it to you, as if he knew you weren’t jumping with joy to dig your teeth into that salad on bread.

His eyes quickly transformed to worried when he saw you had clearly been crying. There wasn’t much that made you cry anymore, but you had really put your heart into your new relationship until it all came crashing down. You had needed to let it all out.

When you caught his eye, Dean quickly averted his gaze to the TV screen. “This show again, huh?” He leaned back and got comfortable beside you on the couch. You resisted the urge to snuggle into him and absorb his warmth.

“You know, the last time you forced me to marathon this with you, I had a dream where we somehow ended up in a different universe and we were actors on that show.”

You looked at him in surprise. “You never told me that.”

Dean shrugged. “Guess I forgot,” he said, “but I remember now. We were on their set and the whole time you were drooling over that one guy. What’s his name again?”

Your jaw dropped and you gave Dean a playful push. “I was not drooling!”

“How do you know?” Dean said, looking over at you with a grin on his face. “It was my dream.”

You laughed for the first time that day and, when you went for another push, Dean wrapped his arm around you and pulled you in.

The two of you sat like that for a little while. Dean cracked a couple of his stupid jokes, making you laugh with ease. He instantly managed to make you feel a little better. Sam – bless his kind heart – had tried for hours to do what Dean managed in mere minutes. You were glad he was home.

But then the older Winchester pulled his phone out of his pocket and looked at the screen before shifting slightly in his seat. You realized he was checking the time and seconds later, it dawned on you why.

“You have a date.”

Dean scratched the back of his neck, suddenly looking a bit uncomfortable. “It’s not so much a date as-”

“Go,” you said, not letting him finish that sentence. You knew of the arrangement between him and the other woman. It was none of your business. Which meant it was none of his business how badly you wanted him to stay.

“I kinda want to continue watching my show, anyway,” you lied. You moved out from under Dean’s arm and grabbed the remote. Dean didn’t say anything when you put the volume back on and turned it up a little. It was an obvious hint.

Without another word, Dean got up. Before he left the room, he grabbed one of the blankets you had shed earlier and put it around your shoulders. He kissed the top of your head and walked away. You didn’t look up.

When the door had closed and you could hear his footsteps fade in the hallway, you put the TV back on mute. Your previous post-breakdown headache had gone, but when you thought of Dean and where he was going, it was instantly replaced by a new one.

Sam joined you ten minutes later. He asked you about the sandwich, which still lay untouched on its plate, and you politely took a few bites. You asked him about Dean, who’s absence still filled the room, and he politely told you what he knew you didn’t want to hear.

“Saw him headed for the garage. He didn’t say much. What’s that character called again?”

He was trying to distract you, pointing at the TV when the recap of a previous episode started playing. You played along and told him what had happened in the last few episodes before the recap could even get to it, but in the back of your mind you were still thinking about Dean. From the look in Sam’s eyes, you could tell he knew his methods weren’t working.

Another twenty minutes later you found yourself wondering if Dean had made it to her house yet. The woman lived only about thirty minutes away. You wondered if they would talk first. You wondered if they decided to skip all that and get right to the point. You wondered why you couldn’t convince yourself you didn’t care about any of it.

Even when you were with Alex, you had caught yourself thinking about this thing Dean had going, scrutinizing every detail. You shouldn’t have been so against it when you had Alex, you shouldn’t have been so against it no matter your own relationship status. At least Sam seemed to be on your side when it came to this, though you weren’t sure why. It was as if Sam always knew something you didn’t.

Now, you had neither Alex nor Dean. And with Sam having left a few minutes ago to go to the bathroom, you had no one to distract you from your thoughts that were starting to pull you into a downward spiral.

You barely registered the door opening again behind you. The smell reached you before his voice did; French fries, greasy meat, and something sweet you thought had to be strawberry milkshakes.

“Figured you could use some actual good food.”

Dean stepped in front of the TV, asking for your undivided attention. He carried two bagsful of grub and a hesitant smile. The bags he put down on the table. The smile faltered a bit as he awaited your response.

Without saying a word, you reached for one of the blankets and handed it to him. He thankfully took it before putting it over his broad shoulders like a cape. It made him look like a homemade superhero. Your superhero.

He sat down next to you on the couch and started unpacking all the delicious food he brought. He handed you a bag with fries and you smiled. But when you looked at him, your face fell.

Dean noticed. He pursed his lips before mumbling a slightly awkward, “Wanna, uh… Talk about it?”

You were suddenly very interested in the way the plain paper bag in your hands opened and revealed the greasy fries inside. “Do you?” you asked without looking at him.

“Me?”

“Didn’t you…” You bit your lip. “What happened with Veronica?” The name came out a lot more hostile than intended. You knew Dean couldn’t have had enough time to drive to Veronica and back, let alone have stopped for food along the way. So he hadn’t gone to see her like you thought he would.

Dean put one of the milkshakes in front of you while he said, “She’ll be fine without me.”

“And I wouldn’t?” You sounded defensive.

“Of course you would,” he countered. “You’re the second most badass person I know.” Catching the questioning look you threw him, he added, “Apart from myself, of course.” He took a bite from his burger and added with a full mouth, “Don’ tell Phammy.”

You hit his arm and Dean almost choked on his bite when he had to laugh while trying to swallow it.

The two of you looked at each other for a moment, both grinning like idiots. Then you remembered his question before you bounced it back to him. You cleared your throat and averted your gaze.

After a brief silence you said, “He just left.” Your fingers were fumbling with the straw of your milkshake. “He didn’t even call.” You started telling Dean the same story Sam had pried from you that morning when he had found you throwing books across the library with tears in your eyes.

It had taken Alex an entire day to finally reply to your string of worried texts. ‘I’m moving on’, he’d sent you. To you asking him where exactly he was moving on to, his reply had been arguably even more vague.

“’Wherever the road takes me’?” you recited to Dean. Tears of anger were welling up in your eyes and you quickly put your milkshake down before you would get a chance to squeeze the cup too tight and make a mess. “What does that even mean? So I texted back, ‘What about me?’ God, how pathetic am I?” You rested your elbows on your knees and put your face in your hands.

Alex had texted you back advising you that ‘you should probably do the same’ and that was the last you heard of him. The thought of his non-explanation made you angry all over again. You wanted to throw something like you’d done then, you wanted to throw something at him. The feeling of calm and comfort Dean had brought you seemed to have disappeared like Alex at your retelling of his dick-move.

Next to you, Dean cleared his throat. You peaked through your fingers just in time to see him put his burger down and wipe his hands on his jeans. His eyes were darting across the room and you wondered if you’d made him uncomfortable. Even though he was the one who asked you if you wanted to talk about it, you knew he usually wasn’t one to really get into conversations like these. He’d probably done it because he felt like he had to.

However, as he so often did, Dean surprised you. This time by handling the conversation his way. “His loss, you know,” he grumbled when he saw you looking at him and realized you were done telling your story.

You dropped your hands and looked down at them. Dean’s words did little to help the anger subside. Right now, you definitely felt like you were the loser. The humiliation and frustration clouded your brain. You were exhausted from crying all day and feeling guilty about it because you knew the guy you were crying over didn’t deserve your tears. You weren’t thinking clearly when you blurted out, “I would’ve expected you to pick his side.”

It didn’t make sense, because it wasn’t true. You knew Dean hadn’t liked Alex from the start. When you glanced up at him, you could tell from the look on his face that he knew you were lying.

Whether it was because he understood you were just blurting out thoughts in an unfiltered frustration, you didn’t know, but for some reason Dean decided to humor you. “Why’s that?” he asked, looking you right in the eye. His expression was serious. There was nothing left of the playfulness he’d brought earlier to cheer you up. He seemed to be aware you needed to let some things out of your system and he looked ready to take a punch.

Which was why you continued without hesitation, even though after you spoke the words, you immediately wished you could take them back.

“He took a page out of your book, didn’t he? Pushing people away is your thing.”

Though you had expected him to, Dean didn’t snap back at you. Maybe it was because he knew you didn’t mean it. Maybe it was because you didn’t deserve him. Most likely it was both.

Dean shifted forward, leaning his forearms on his legs and clasping his hands together. The blanket slipped off his shoulders. He let his head hang but you could see his profile and you knew he was thinking about what best to say.

“It used to be, yeah,” he finally spoke. “Whenever I felt myself getting close to someone, I used to run for those damn hills as fast as I could.” He let out an emotionless chuckle and shook his head. “The only person I really trusted was Sam, and even him I’ve let down countless times. But that ain’t who I am anymore. You know why?”

You were looking at Dean in disbelief. The last thing you had expected was for him to open up like this. It seemed he had some things of his own that he needed to get off his chest.

“It’s because I met you,” he continued when you didn’t say anything. Dean finally lifted his head to look at you. “When we invited you to stay with us here in the bunker, you said you’d never had a real home before and all I could think was, ‘I’ll be damned if I don’t try to be that for her’.”

Dean looked right at you with that burning look in his eyes that told you he was dead serious. You thought about how things were so different now from how they were back then. Dean used to be one of your occasional drinking buddies at the Roadhouse, but he was right; he had changed, and so had you. You had both become so much more to each other since then.

“You are,” you croaked. Your tears were dried up and your anger had died down, leaving room for a different kind of warmth. “You are my home, Dean.”

You pulled your legs onto the couch and sat back on your knees, leaning closer to him. Your hand reached for his and you saw the hint of a smile breaking through his hardened exterior. Dean glanced over his shoulder and grabbed the blanket that had slid off. He pulled you in and wrapped it tight around the both of you.

Nuzzled into his side, you inhaled deeply. You could feel Dean physically relax. He pulled you in just that little bit closer and you closed your eyes. The past twenty-four hours had left you uncertain of your future, but there was one thing you didn’t doubt for a second, you were right where you needed to be. The rest, you would figure out together.

When you opened your eyes again, your gaze fell on the TV that was still playing your favorite show. It reminded you of something Dean had said earlier.

“You never had a dream about us being actors on that show, did you?” you asked, your eyes staying hooked on the screen. This was one of your favorite episodes.

Dean’s low chuckle sounded somewhere close to your ear. He kissed your temple. “Maybe not, but I know tonight I’m gonna have a dream about the way it made you laugh.”

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thegirlwhorunswithwinchesters · 3 years

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The first thing that came to mind after reading this was that one emoji. You know the one.

🥴 <- this is me

What a delight this was.

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The Assistant

Pairing: Lawyer!Sam x f!Reader

Summary: You have a crush on your boss.

Word Count: 403

Warnings: inappropriate thoughts about a superior, pre-smut, implied cock-warming

A/N: this was written for @cockslut-padalecki's Eleven Sentences Challenge. My prompt is "C'mere, you can sit on my lap until I'm done working," which is bolded.

You don’t realize you were staring; not until Mr. Winchester– Sam-- he insisted you call him, clears his throat rather loudly, forcing you back to reality, not your fantasy land of being bent over the mahogany desk begging for more.

“Y/N,” Sam says, trying to gather your attention, and you snap to attention, leaving the doorway, making towards his desk, a flush coming over your cheeks as he eyes you. You’d been pining over the young lawyer for months, ever you since you’d started working at Winchester & Associates, but you dare not make a move, he’s your boss, after all, though it didn’t stop you from touching yourself every night to thoughts of him– wishing it was his fingers, cock, tongue, any part of his body making you cum.

“Y/N,” Sam says again, this time with more authority, his voice sending shockwaves straight to your core; did he know what he did to you, he must, or else he wouldn’t get what seems to be somewhere between amusement and annoyance in how you react to him.

Sam gestures for you to round the desk, and you do so immediately, bending slightly so that you can attempt to read the papers on the desk. He starts going in about the details about the latest case on hand, you can’t focus on his words, his scent wafting through your nose, and you when you finally force yourself to pay attention to his words, you realize he’s no longer speaking, his gaze is solely on the view down your blouse.

A lick of his lips, has you crashing your mouth against his, and to your surprise and delight, he returns the kiss, and when you look down, you can see his bulge growing underneath his pants.

“Took you long ‘nough,” he pants when you break away, his hands roaming up your body, pulling you closer to him.

“Want you,” you murmur under your breath, reaching to give his clothed cock an experimental touch, and you feel it twitch, as you begin rubbing him harder, and Sam brings your mouth back to his, and you make the bold decision to unzip his pants and pull his cock.

“C’mere,” he murmurs against your mouth, yanking up your skirt and moving your panties to the side. “You can sit on my lap until I’m done working, and then I’ll give you exactly what you want, slut.”

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thegirlwhorunswithwinchesters · 3 years

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Break my heart into a million pieces, why don't you? 😩

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The Wrong Winchester (part two)

Title: The Wrong Winchester, part two

Fandom: Supernatural

Rating: Mature (18+)

Pairings: Reader x Dean, mentions of Sam x Reader

Description: Sam and the reader try to come to terms with what they’ve done.

Word Count: ±2860

Warnings: Angst. Alcohol consumption, regret, pining, longing, mentions of cheating, unrequited love, physical altercation, verbal altercation, heartbreak. This is not a happy story.

Square filled: @samwbingo - “I thought I could trust you” @anyfandomangstbingo - Unrequited Love

Created for @cockslut-padalecki‘s Decade Under The Influence Challenge: Lyric prompt from Stupid Kid: Alkaline Trio - in BOLD

Author’s Note: Hey guys, it’s been a while since I’ve posted anything! Life has been crazy the last few months, so I thank you for baring with me! Can’t wait to hear what you all think!

A special shout out to @downanddirtydean and @watermelonlipstick for being some amazing beta’s for this fic. You guys are seriously the best and have been so very helpful!! <3

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thegirlwhorunswithwinchesters · 3 years

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This is the perfect little tag game for me. All I ever do is rewatch things I've seen a million times lol

In no particular order I'm gonna have to go with:

Gremlins (both)

Harry Potter (all of them)

The Holiday

Avengers (all of them but mostly the last two)

Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events

No pressure tags: @princessmisery666 @slytherkins @risingphoenix761 @nerdyfangirl67

New Tag Game!!

What 3-5 movies do you watch on repeat and NEVER get tired of?? I’ll start…

The Mummy

Clue

Coraline

The Nightmare Before Christmas

The Addams Family

There seems to be a trend here…

No Pressure Tags: @risingphoenix761 @dean-winchesters-bacon @stunudo @thinkinghardhardlythinking @smrttrtl @pinknerdpanda @deanwanddamons @alleiradayne @steelsings (do you even watch movies anymore???)

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thegirlwhorunswithwinchesters · 3 years

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It's the Dean we all need, isn't it?

Thank you for reading and reblogging, love! <3