Summary: Dean’s upset when a Cupid marks him with an arrow but not his soulmate, or so he thinks. As he struggles to come to terms, he calls her everything other than her actual name, though maybe that’s just a part of getting struck by true love.
Warnings: language, name calling, kissing, implied smut (established friends with benefits relationship), fluff
A/N: Something silly just for fun. Enjoy… and Happy Valentine’s Day Written for @howbadcanitbebingo.
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“Stupid, Cupid.” Said Dean, walking into the motel room, stripping off his soaked jacket and throwing it onto the chair.
“What are you muttering over there, sourpuss?” You asked, pulling off your wet clothes since you guys had gotten caught in the rain chasing down the monster of the week.
Which turned out not to be the cupid you ran into, who of course Dean just had to go and make friends with. He wasn’t a fan and he made sure to tell you that every two minutes on the ride to the motel.
There wasn’t much privacy in the room to begin with and since the two of you had a sort of friends with benefits thing going on for a while now, you didn’t care to cover up. You’d certainly seen it all and so had Dean.
“Nothing, sweetheart.” He brushed you off, muttering under his breath, “…dumb, giant baby.”
With Valentine’s day fast approaching, Sam took some time off to go who knows where, doing who knows what with Eileen. Leaving you to deal with one very grumpy Dean. He’d been in a mood since the start of the case and there’d been nothing you could do to snap him out of it. And you tried everything, until you’d finally had enough of his attitude.
“That’s it! What is wrong with you, De?” You snapped, tossing your wet shirt at him, leaving you in your bra and jeans. It hit him in the face with a satisfying slap sound and you giggled at the face he made.
“I’m not even talking to you, nosy parker.” He stated, his eyes lingering a little too long on your chest to just be friends and he muttered again, “…frigging, wingless diaper muncher.”
“You’re obviously not talking to anyone else, old man.” You bickered, putting your hands on your hips and staring at him.
“Don’t start with me, sunshine- And you’re not a hell of a lot younger than me so I’d watch it, dollface.” He said, pulling off his wet shirts and tossing them in the pile on the ground with yours.
It was your turn to cast him a lingering glance. He was the perfect combination of soft and muscular and you bit your lip trying to trap a sigh. Your cheeks heating up too quickly, but he didn’t notice, too busy trying to hide his own growing feelings for you.
“I know but you get so angry when I call you a geezer. It’s adorable.” You smirked, you didn’t know why but you always loved teasing him when he was already annoyed.
“And you think that’s funny, little girl?” He asked with a raise of his eyebrows.
“Uh-huh, plus I think you’re kinda cute when you’re all flustered, tough guy.” You chuckled.
“I’m not the one who’s redder than a tomato right now, jiggles.” He pointed out, finally noticing the hue in your cheeks.
“Whatever, nipple sucker.”
“Hey. You like it when I do that, pumpkin.” He said matter-of-factly, his tongue peeking between his lips as he grinned at you and tilted his head.
“That was one time-”
“And every other time after that-”
“Shut up or it’s never happening again, dork.” You threatened, feeling even hotter than before.
“I can hold out a lot longer than you can, sweetness.” He bet, sliding his jeans down his thick thighs, leaving him in just his fitted red boxers. The ones with the little black hearts that you’d gotten him. He watched you squirm and bite the inside of your cheek as you filled with need. “Tough noogies, kitten.”
“Tease.” You called him.
“Brat.”
“Jerk.”
“Ass-butt.”
“Watch it, Dean, your Cas is showing… Hoser.” You muttered.
“Excuse me, peanut, what did you just call me?”
“…Honey.”
“That’s not what you said, darling.” He shook his head.
“How would you know, weirdo? You’ve been ignoring me all night; muttering insults every time you think I’m not listening, dick.” You cursed, finally calling him out on it.
“Not everything’s about you, cupcake.” He shook his head.
“Sure it’s not, babe.” You rolled your eyes, if it hadn’t been something you’d done, it had to be about you. Otherwise, you would’ve gotten it out of him by now, you always did. Sam called it your superpower. “You know I’ll get it out of you sooner or later, buddy, and I’d rather not do this all night. I’ve got other plans in store for you, big guy.”
“If you must know, princess, that damn cupid jabbed me with an arrow before he disappeared. So I’m not really in the mood for your teasing. Alright, buttercup?” Dean explained dryly.
“Alright… Why aren’t you with your soulmate then, Casanova?” You continued to tease ever so slightly.
“The butthead didn’t mark her. Said something about karma- I don’t know, he was still pissed that I punched in the face, the cry-baby.” Dean rolled his eyes, he never liked cupids, especially when they greeted him with a hug in their birthday suit no less.
“Oh… Are you sure about that, handsome? I mean, how do you even know who she is?” You asked, chewing on the edge of your thumbnail.
“Trust me, beautiful, I know. I felt it before he even touched me, it’s just more… intense now.” He said, his emerald eyes searching yours for something.
“So what are you gonna do about it, Romeo?” You egged him on, knowing exactly how he was feeling.
“Not much I can do, sugarplum.” Dean breathed with sad eyes, avoiding your gaze.
“You sure about that, stud muffin?” You asked, scrunching up your forehead.
“Yeah…” He sighed.
“Yeah?” You questioned, squinting up at him and grinning like an idiot.
“Uh- what are you getting at, chipmunk?” He replied, mirroring your grin after a moment.
“He marked me too, squirrel.” You admitted, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth and letting it go slowly.
“When?!”
“While you were renting the room, dumby. Cupids don’t mess around with true love, love-bug.” You said, noticing a look of relief in his bright eyes, like a weight was lifted off of his shoulders. “So, good-looking, you like me, eh?” You asked, wetting your lips in antici… -pation.
“Cuddle bug, you have no idea.” He breathed, closing the distance between you far too slowly for your liking.
“Why don’t you show me, squishy.” You pulled him down by the back of his neck and into a needy kiss.
His lips slipping between yours as he struggled to keep up, still shocked that you were actually meant for him this whole time. He loved the idea of that, belonging to each other after craving all of you for so long. You were written in the stars together.
“Pretty girl, wait.” He panted, breaking the kiss but staying close enough to feel your moist breath on his skin. He was having second thoughts already ‘cuz let’s face it, it’s Dean; he never thinks he’s good enough even when he most definitely is. “Maybe we should call Cas, maybe he can reverse this.”
“Is that even what you want, doofus?” You pleaded, just wanting to keep on kissing him.
“No, Y/N/N. Of course I want you, angel.” But he had to ask one last time. “You sure you want me for keeps, baby girl?”
“Shut up and kiss me, tiger.” You moaned, pulling him down to meet your lips again, letting out a small squeak when he nibbled on your bottom lip and unhooked your bra.
Summary:With the newlywed hunting humans caught, you and Dean Winchester need to address the drunken vows that neither of you can remember. A/N: It’s taken a hoe (me, I’m the hoe) literally four years, BUT HERE IT IS
You traced the pink, puckered scar that dragged down your abdomen and across your hip. It was an angry reminder that not every monster was actually a monster. Some were … human.
Annie and Henry had done it before. Each year for their anniversary, in fact. Eight couples in eight days in different cities around the world for twenty years. It had been nothing more than bad luck (for them) that you’d been in Vegas for your first vacation in years, that Sam had happened to talk to someone from Mount Charleston, and that you and Dean had said your drunken vows.
“Does it still hurt?” His fingers reached out to trace the scar just behind yours. It had been three weeks before Dean allowed you to even leave the room without him and twice as long before you could leave the bunker. Even now you could see the guilt and worry in his eyes.
“Not physically.”
“I liked her too,” he said after a beat of silence. Annie’s face looming over you had been worse than the cut itself. She had been so kind, and you had liked her in spite of the red flags her eager invitation had raised. Dean took your left hand in his, playing with the ring you still wore.
He hadn’t taken his off either. Neither of you had brought it up in the months following your run in with the serial killers. It had seemed unimportant then, such a trivial detail after your near death and the (sober) night together that had followed it.
– – –
“So get–“ You ignored Sam’s voice and the opening of the door, hands running down Dean’s chest before slipping beneath his shirt. “I’ll, uhm, I mean, uh, bye,” Sam stammered, neither you nor Dean paying any attention.
The sudden slam of the door, however, had caused you both to laugh. “Do you think we should apologize?” you asked, breathless as Dean moved his lips away from yours to trace down your neck. He was careful to avoid the fresh stitches, but the adrenaline had yet to wear off and you weren’t sure it would hurt anyway.
“Sam should know the risks he takes walking in on newlyweds without knocking,” Dean answered, silencing you with a kiss before you could question him again. “Sam should know the risks he takes walking in on you and me without knocking.”
– – –
“Are you ready for dinner?” Dean asked. You couldn’t help the smile that lit your face when he asked. Once you had healed enough to freely leave the bunker – and then waited another two weeks for Dean to agree that you had healed enough to freely leave the bunker – he had begun taking you to dinner every week, even during weeks when you were hunting.
More often than not, Sam would sequester himself to the library while Dean laid out a blanket on the floor or a tablecloth over the kitchen table and treated you to the latest recipe he’d discovered. During hunts, he would whatever meal you’d been craving and bring a movie to the hotel room you all shared and tell Sam to eat in his bed instead of on the couch with the two of you.
Dean had been … cautious on those nights. Holding your hand or wrapping his arms around your shoulders, but never leaning in to kiss you unless you moved toward him first. Instead he would fill the night with questions and honesty, asking you about your family, about yourself, and answering whatever questions you posed in return. The dinners never ended in either of your beds – although plenty of other nights did – and he had made a habit of reminding you that he “truly cared about you” before he left you at the door to your bedroom and disappeared inside your own.
It had taken a few weeks before you realized what was happening. Dean was dating you. Proper courting, dating you. Although the rings had gone unacknowledged, something had undeniably shifted. You no longer had two separate lives, but an unconventionally and admittedly confusingly tangled single life. Apparently, without vocal acknowledgement, you had decided together that the easiest way to untangle the mess you’d found yourselves in was to continue forward with the, again unspoken, acknowledgement that neither of you regretted it.
You and Dean had started dating, without ever saying a word to each other.
“What’s on the menu tonight?” you asked, standing and allowing the flannel with missing buttons to cover your scar again.
“A picnic.”
– – –
Sounds native to the countryside that had become home filled the air as you watched the sun set, content to lean against the man next to you and the impala behind him in comfortable silence. It had been the perfect picnic. Dean had bought your favorite sandwiches. You weren’t sure how he had slipped out of the bunker without you noticing, but he driven to town to get them. He had even stopped by the liquor store.
You felt a soft kiss in your hair before he spoke, and you shifted in his hold until you could look into his eyes. “You know how much I care about you, don’t you?” You ignored the pang of uncertainty at his words. It was always care and never love.
“As much as I care about you.” The silence that followed your words served only to intensify the ache to admit it was more than caring, but you were patient. You always had been with Dean.
Dean had been so careful with you since Annie and Henry. He had carried you around the bunker the first few days, refusing to let you stand on your own. He always hovered near you on hunts, although he knew better than to stop you from fighting. He was simultaneously softer and harder when you trained.
But the change hadn’t only been physical. You might not have noticed if it had been. Dean was always protective, and even more so after an injury, but it was more than that. He would speak slowly, as if weighing what each word meant. He was slow to respond when you reached out to him and quick to ensure it was what you truly wanted. He fought against his instinct to close himself off and forced vulnerability between you. You could see the battle in his eyes each time you asked him about himself.
– – –
You were lying in the bed of the honeymoon suite, half dressed, as Dean tended to the cut that had begun bleeding again. “Do you really not remember anything about that night in Vegas?” you asked, struggling to distract yourself from the sharp sting of his fingers.
“Nothing …” You could tell he was far more focused on his fingers than your conversation, and you struggled to think of some way to force him into saying more as pain momentarily clouded the room. “Just waking up next to a beautiful woman I somehow tricked into my bed.” His voice was quiet, distracted, as if he hadn’t realized that he said anything out loud.
His words surprised you. Enough that you didn’t feel him pressing wrapping a bandage around your middle until it caught against your fresh stitches. You hissed, and his eyes jumped to yours, suddenly focused again. “Am I hurting you?” he asked. There was nothing in the way he looked at you that hinted at the admission he’d just made. That he felt he had tricked you into his bed; that it wasn’t something you had wanted as well. Maybe he hadn’t realized he’d spoken aloud.
– – –
His quiet voice tore you from your reminiscing, from your reminder that Dean had believed you’d woken up in Vegas regretting him. He spoke slowly, brow furrowed in concentration as if struggled to find the right words, or struggling to remember them. He wouldn’t meet your eyes. “After … everything that happened … waking up in Vegas … then nearly … nearly losing you … I wanted to be careful.” With this admission, something changed. Dean held you close to his side, and a hand rose to cup your cheek, his fingers playing along your temple as he continued. “There were so many questions, so many things we couldn’t talk about … but those things don’t really matter, and all that matters is that I love you and I need you to hear me say it.”
You didn’t hesitate, didn’t give him a moment to wonder if you had regretted him all those months before. “I love you too.”
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Fic Summery: Sophia has never known love, her always picking the “good guy” him always turning out to be like a snake in the weeds. What will happen when she's took home one night by a “bad guy” him showing her things she never knew about herself.
Part Summery: Sophia learns more about the boys and meets Bobby
I don’t know when I fell asleep, or even how I did it. I felt like that’s all I’ve been doing lately. Maybe that’s why I felt so groggy when I woke up.
I woke up in the back of the car. It was dark, rain pitter pattering on the car roof. I was surrounded by different cars, all of them looking abandoned. But I couldn’t see much, the only light came from a street light in the distance.
A crushing weight of abandonment feels my chest as I think I’ve been left behind. The thoughts of Dean saying he would protect me seems like empty promises now.
With my eyes starting to burn I climb out of the car. The rain washes over me in a biting chill. I wrap my arms around myself and with no sense of direction I start to walk towards the light.
It’s not as far as it seems, it’s just behind a tower of crushed cars.
A two story faded blue house stands just a little ways away. Despite the distance I can see the light coming from the windows.
With no other options I walk towards it. Having no idea how late it is and if they would even let in a stranger.
I glup knowing I wouldn’t be able to speak to them. Dean was the only one who could get me to talk and it seemed that he was nowhere around.
By the time I reach the door I’m shivering the cold rain soaking the clothes I’m in. My bare toes aching at the cool weather.
With a shaking hand I lift it to knock on the door, hoping someone would answer.
I jump when the door swings open, Dean standing there with a hooded jacket on his toned frame. A large umbrella in his hand.
I watch his face soften as he sees me. Most likely looking like a drowned rat.
“Oh, Kitten. I was just about to come get you. Come in here and let’s dry you off.” He says, wrapping his arm around me and pulling me into the house.
It is considerably warmer than outside. The inside of the house is cluttered but homey at the same time. Books and papers are littered on every surface.
Sam is sitting at the folding card table in the kitchen, an older man is standing by him.
“Who is she?” The older man asks, looking at me like I was a threat.
“Dean new damsel in distress. You know my brother and his savior complex.” Sam says, making me wonder what I did to make him not like me.
“Shut it Sammy.” Dean says, pulling me around the corner into the next room. Towards the lit fireplace.
“Come on Sophia, let’s get you warm.” Dean says placing me right in front of the flames.
I instantly start to relax as the heat wraps around my body.
“I’ll get you something to drink.” Dean says peeling off his jacket and placing it on my shoulders.
I smiled at him. Wondering how I could ever think he forgot about me. Of course Dean wouldn’t abandon me.
As he walks off I hear him whisper something to someone, the sound of heavy footsteps approaching me.
I turn around seeing the older man just a few feet away from me.
“Well seeing as you’re in my house I think you ought’ to know my name.” He says holding his hand out to me.
“Bobby Singer, paranoid bastard.” He shocked me with his introduction.
Despite it I take his hand and shake it, smiling at him.
“You’re a quiet one huh?”
“She doesn’t talk.” Dean says joining us, handing me a cup of coffee.
“What for?” Bobby asks, looking at me. Like he expects me to answer.
Gluping I shrug, knowing why but it was hard to explain.
“Her last boyfriend was an abusive dick is why.” Dean says sipping his coffee casually like he didn’t just say what he just said.
“Ahh.” Bobby says, nodding his head.
“Well, did you boys teach him a lesson?”
“Not yet.” Dean says winking, making an uncomfortable feeling settle in my stomach.
“But enough about that. Let’s get down to business.” Dean says, as Sam walks into the living room with us. Him holding his own cup of jo.
“Do you trust her?” Bobby asks, jerking his head towards me.
I sigh hating being talked about like I wasn’t there but what was to be expected when I was mute all the time.
“Like he said. She doesn’t talk. Dean’s the only one she will talk to.” Sam says, making me blush.
I drop my head feeling embarrassed.
“She just needs some time to get back on her feet. I’m helping her, yes I trust her. She doesn’t know anything about what we do but she’s on our side. Right Sophia?” Dean asks, making me look up at him.
I nod my head with a smile, having no idea what he was talking about but clearly they were into something shady. But I expected that when I went to work with Dean. When they were selling something that seemed impossible to own.
But I wasn’t going to tell anyone. Even if I could, Dean and Sam had been nothing but good to me. I wouldn’t betray them. I just knew I wouldn’t.
“Alright if you idjits trust her, that’s good enough for me. Now let’s get down to business.” He says taking one more swig of his drink and moving to turn towards a large book with a bunch of numbers on it.
It was a records book of some kind.
Dean smiles at me, both him and Sam finding a place to sit. Bobby sitting behind the desk, closes to me. Even though I was still cold I moved away from the fire to sit next to Dean on the couch.
“Lucky for you Cas gave you a heads up on the ones hunting your asses.” Bobby says looking at Sam like he was in trouble.
“Going after Dick Roman alone was stupied even for you.”
“I got close.” Sam says, looking away clearly annoyed.
“Close ain’t close enough. I thought I taught you better than that.” Bobby says, making me wonder if he was their father.
I look at Dean wondering what they were talking about. Who was Dick Roman? Did Sam try to kill him? Was the blood on Sam’s shoe human?
A sinking feeling of realization hits me like a ton of bricks. Sam and Dean were murderous.
“So what do you want us to do?”
“It ain’t up to me. Your father left the family business to you boys. You made the mess, you get to fix it.” Bobby says, pointing at Sam.
“It was a mistake Bobby. But mistakes can be fixed.” Dean says sitting up straighter.
“We need a plan. Get rid of the heat off of Cas before that chief Naomi fires him and business can go back to usual.”
“What stealing and selling rare artifacts to Bella so she can make more of a profit then you boys? John might not have been father of the year but he started this to help people not just make a quick buck.” Bobby says scolding them.
I was more confused than I have been in a long time but I couldn’t help listening to them. Trying to figure out what was going on.
“So what do you suggest?” Dean asks, seeming to honestly want Bobby’s advice.
“Break him down from the bottom up. Take what matters most and we can watch Dick shrivel.”
“Alright? Where do we start?” Sam asks.
Bobby digs through the book in hand and pulls out a picture sliding it over to Sam. I couldn’t really tell but it looked like a picture of a dock.
“These are empty shipping containers that are going to be full of drugs, guns you name it this weekend. But that’s not what I’m interested in. Dick’s got kids he plans on putting on one of them. Gonna trade them for something. Don’t know, don’t care. But there are folks kids about to be taken forever and that doesn’t sit right with me.”
“When do we start?” Dean says his jaws locked, Sam’s forehead wrinkled in worry but both of them looked different.
Like they were ready for battle, ready to do anything. Ready to kill.
I didn’t know what this was, or what I got myself into. What did Bobby call it?
The family business?
Either way, I was in it and didn’t see a way out.
It didn’t take long for them to hatch out a plan as if they had done this a hundred times. Sam and Dean decided to stop the kids from ever getting to the docks and if that didn’t work, worse case they could just break the kids out.
I didn’t understand what was going on. Luckily for me it seemed I didn’t have to. No one asked for my input or help. The three men moving around the room talking about so many illegal things as if they were talking about the weather.
I sat on the couch watching them. I should have been more freaked out I know but I wasn’t. I ran away from Sam just because he had blood on his shoe but listening to these men talk about busting open shipping containers and stealing the contents didn’t phase me.
I’m sure there was something messed up in my head. All the beatings from Harry most likely did some damage up there.
Or maybe I was just numb to it all. Yelling and violence was the only thing that seemed to scare me.
I was in no danger with these men. They were clearly criminals, clearly what people would say bad men but despite knowing that.
Despite knowing that Sam definitely tried and might have killed someone and Dean helped cover it and Bobby seemed like the crazed uncle that was behind the whole thing and to top it all off I was a vulnerable mute. I felt safe. Safe enough to pull my feet up under me, curling up and falling asleep.
When I woke up the house was silinet. It is still dark out. The only noise was from the crackling fireplace and soft breathing.
I sat up looking around me to see the only other person was Dean sleeping on the floor beside me.
I look at the clock on the wall seeing it’s just a little past two in the morning. I laid my head back down on the arm of the couch knowing I should go back to sleep but I was wide awake.
I lay there, tossing and turning for a bit trying to get more comfortable but nothing was working. Seeing that it was now fifteen past three I knew there was no chance I was going back to sleep. Sitting up again I let out a frustrated sigh.
I flinch when I hear how loud it was, my eyes snapping to Dean. I frown at myself seeing his green irises staring at me.
“You okay?” He asks softly unlike my loud mouth.
I nod looking down at him.
“S-sorry.” I force out wanting him to know I didn’t mean to wake him.
“S’okay.” He says sitting up, the blanket over him falling to show his bare chest..
He yawns, lifting his arms over his head showing his toned body. I flush, realizing I have never seen this much of him.
I turn my head, not wanting him to catch me looking. It clearly is not working when I hear a chuckle.
“You know I don’t care if you look right?” He says standing up.
I take a breath and look up at him towering over my body. I only came to his waist from sitting on the couch.
“I’m gonna get something for us to drink and then maybe you can try going back to sleep okay?” He asks using his fingers to tuck my hair behind my ear.
I nod and smile at him, butterflies feeling my stomach from his simple touches.
He smiles at me and turns to head towards the kitchen. From there I sat. I could see him open the fridge but I could see what he grabbed.
It only takes him a moment for him to return with a beer in one hand and an orange juice for me.
I blush, smiling that he bothered to remember that I liked it. Taking it from him I take a sip of the cool tart liquid sliding down my throat with ease.
Dean sits to the right of me taking a drink of his own beverage. Us sitting on the couch in siliance for a moment or two.
“Did you just say sorry?” He asks out of the blue, making me turn to look at him.
I nod confused by his sudden question.
“That’s what I thought I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. I have dreams about you talking to me all the time.” He says, surprising me by his honesty.
He never seemed to mind being open about what he thought that was for sure.
Yawning he runs his hand across his face, something he does when he’s tired I noticed. I don’t know what gave me the courage to do it but I reach my left hand out and place it on his thigh patting it.
He looks down at my hand then up at me, giving me a playful smile.
“Careful Sophia, I might think you’re flirting with me.” He says teasing.
I knew he was joking but that doesn’t stop me from blushing.
I try to pull my hand away but he grabs it pulling me closer to him with it.
“Come’re.” He says pushing his words together, something else he seems to do when he’s tried.
I do as he asks setting my glass down and crawling over to him
He lets go of my hand dropping his grip to my hip, him using it to guide me to sit on his lap. I blush from the intimate possession but I don’t protest. Knowing Dean would never do anything I didn’t want to do.
He reaches up grabbing my face gently with both hands, him pushing my hair out of my face.
“You know you’re a very good girl right Sophia?” He asks, his question catching me off guard.
My body also catches me off guard by the flip my stomach does.
I don’t know how to respond to that even if I did talk but Dean doesn’t seem to mind. Dean pulls me closer to him, lowering my head down until our foreheads are pressed together.
He closes his eyes shut for a moment making me wonder what’s going on inside him.
“The things I would do to you…” He whispers under his breath making something deep inside me ache.
“But I can’t…” He says letting out a sigh, it’s a sigh of disappointment.
“It’s not a good idea. But I’ve never been known to be the one to do the right thing.”
I wrinkle my forehead completely confused on what he’s getting at.
I didn’t have time to process it either. Dean tilting his head just enough so his lips touched mine. They were soft, but firm. Just like how he was. A gentleness to him that made you want to fall into him. Trust him completely.
It was a scary feeling if I’m honest. Something I couldn’t understand. How I could trust him as much as I do given everything that has happened between me and Harry.
Maybe it was because he was so honest with everything. Maybe it was because he acted like he was the messed up one. Maybe it was because despite him seeing me broken he still decided to help me.
I don’t know what it was but no matter what I couldn’t deny that I trusted him. More than I’ve trusted anyone for a long time.
This is part 4 of Angel Eyes sorry for not posted in ages. But I found this on a flash drive from like 2017 so I edited and thought I should post it. I hope you like it.
Fic Summary: This is backstory to kind help people understand Dean and Callie’s relationship. Sam, Dean and Callie go get tattoos :P
Walking into the bathroom I bent over untying my boots. Kicking them off I stood up and met my green eyes in the mirror. Reaching up to take my hair down I stopped when there was no longer a black string around my wrist. I quickly opened the bathroom door shocking Sam he was behind it and I almost hit him.
“What’s wrong?” Dean asked dropping his bags by the door and walking up to me. I was taken back when he grabbed my arms softly as if I was going to pass out.
“I lost my antipossion charm.” I say biting my lip.
“You what?” Dean and Sam asked, clearly mad.
“I didn’t mean to. It was on my wrist and I guess it must have broke.”
“Great, what are we going to do now? I doubt Booby just has another one laying around.” Dean asked, throwing up his arm and walking away from me.
“Even if he did, who says she wont lose it again.” Sam says sitting on the bed.
“I’m right here, ya know. Maybe it’s in the hotel room.”
“We just got here. I doubt you lost it in the past five minutes.” Sam said.
“Well it’s not like I can just tattoo the thing to me.” I said throwing up my arms and moving to the door shutting it, probably a little too rough., but I hate being treated like I’m five.
“Wait a minute.” Dean says, making me turn to face him.
“Why not get it tattooed. It would get rid of having to keep up with it. And plus its one sure way, no demon would ever get into us ever again.”
“That’s not a bad idea.” I say agreeing. “I always wanted to get a tattoo anyways.” I say shrugging.
“And what if I don’t.” Sam says standing up.
“Oh come on Sammy it’s common sense, to get one.” Dean says lifting his hands.
“Yeah, it’s the smart thing to do.” I say smiling, getting butterflies about the thought of getting tattooed.
“Oh and what are we meant to tell the person that does it?” Sam asks.
“The truth. It looks like some tribal tattoo that people walk around with all the time. The worse case they think we are weirdos but there still going to do it.” I say sitting down beside Dean on the bed.
“Callie is right, money is money. They don’t care as long as they get paid.”
“What if they only take cash?”
Sighing I throw my head back hitting Dean’s shoulder.
“Then we go to the bar, play a little pool and go back. With cash. Why are you so against getting a tattoo?” I ask
“Yeah, Sammy it can be on your ass for all I care.” Dean says laying back on the bed’s headboard making me fall, sence I was still leaning on him.
Glaring up at him I sat back up, only getting a small laugh out of him.
“How do we even know it will work?”
Sighing again I laid back on Dean’s legs reaching back to grab my phone off the nightstand. Flipping it open I pressed 3 it calling Bobby.
“Callie, it’s 1AM what the hell do you want?” Bobby answered sound sleepy and mad.
“Sorry Bobby. I didn’t realize it was so late but I have a important question.”
“About what?” He said trying to be helpful but not hiding his anger.
“The charms you gave us. If we tattoo the symbol to ourselves will that work the same as wearing them?”
“What kind of idjit are you? Of course it will work. Next time you decide to bother me while I’m sleeping make sure it’s a damn good question.”
“Sorry Bobby, just wanted to make sure.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“I’ll let you go back to sleep. Good night Bobby. Sweet Dreams.”
“Yeah, I’ll bet.” He says hanging up.
“He is mean when he is sleepy.” I say looking up at Dean as I close my phone.
“What did he say?” Sam asked.
“Looks like your getting inked up, buttercup.” I say smiling at him.
Sighing, he clenched his jaw.
“I’ll be in the car. Hurry up.” He says walking out to the car grabbing his jacket as he went.
“I think he needs a nap. He is a little grumpy.” I say looking back up at Dean.
“I think you’re right. Better not keep him waiting.” He says smiling, clearly enjoying this as much as me.
Sitting up I walk to the bathroom grabbing my shoes and sitting on the tub to put them back on.
“Where do you think I should get it?” Dean asked leaning against the door frame to the bathroom.
Looking up at the ceiling I bit my lip, thinking of where a tattoo would look good on Dean. The first thing was anywhere. Shaking away that thought. I thought of where I like tattoos on guys.
“Hmm… Shoulder, shoulder blade, or chest.” I say tying my boot and pulling on the other one.
“What about you. Where are you going to get it?”
“I don’t know. I don’t want it super viable. Like I don’t want to have to worry about people being like what’s that?”
“I think you should get it on your ribs.” Dean says as I finish tying the other boot.
“Why the ribs. That’s the worse place to get a tattoo.” I say standing up and walking out of the bathroom, feeling Dean follow me.
“Well one because it’s hot and two I know you can take the pain.” He says making blood rush to my cheeks.
“Is that so?” I ask turning to face him, a smirk finding my lips.
I almost smack myself for how flirty that sounds but it’s hard not to when you have Dean in front of you.
“Yeah. You’re kinda a badass.” He says smirking and winking at me.
I laugh softly, him joining me. Rolling my eyes I shake my head a little.
“Maybe.” I say walking to the door, stepping out into a soft sprinkle.
“Rain!” I say smiling up at the sky loving the cool drops on my heated cheeks.
“What was about not being five?” Dean asked behind me and pinched my side, making me jerk a little.
“Shut up.” I say sticking my tongue out at him, earning a laugh.
I jump when Baby’s horn goes off. Looking at Dean’s price postion I see Sam sitting in the front seat looking like a parent who just cought his child having sex.
“Again, I repeat, grumpy.” I say looking back at Dean and stepping off the curb to get into the car.
“Why not bug him a little more.” Dean says opening the driver door for me.
Taking the hint I get in and move to the middle, Sam clenching his jaw making me laugh.
“Oh don’t be so grumpy. It’s only a little seat sharing.” I say poking his hard jaw.
“Just can we get this over with?”
“Damn Sam, Bobby is not the only one that’s mean when he is tired.” Dean says starting the car backing out.
“I just want to get this done so I can take a shower and get a few hours in before I have to get up in the morning.”
“Hey, you’re the one who wants to run before dawn.” I say shrugging.
One look from Sam is enough to make me shut up and hold up my hands as a surender. I lean into Dean to get away from Sam before he bursts a blood vessel. Feeling bad for now getting up front, for wanting to bug him more.
Maybe feeling the same or seeing Sam’s face. Dean lays his arm over my shoulders and pulls me closer to him, giving Sam as much space as he can get with all of us up front. Leaning into Dean’s side I close my eyes and just listen to the rain picking up and hitting the Impala’s roof. Moving his arm down, I shift slightly laying my head on Dean’s shoulder, feeling completely relaxed. No not relaxed. At home.
When Dean’s neck starts vibrating with him humming I let myself enjoy it till the point of my eyes don’t want to stay open anymore.
I softly smack Dean’s chest, making him stop.
“What was that for?” He asks sounding shocked.
“You’re making me fall asleep.” I say a yawn leaving my mouth, making a laugh leave Dean’s.
“Dean, maybe we should go back to the motel. Let Callie sleep.”
“Oh your not getting out of this that easy, buttercup.” I say sitting up and looking at him, making me slightly dizzy but I ignore it, it fading quickly.
“Yeah, because we are here.” Dean says pulling into the parking lot of a tattoo and piercing shop.
Getting out of the car, I quickly follow Dean to escape the picking up rain.
“Welcome. What can I do for you?” Asks the tattooed bearded main at the front desk.
“Hi, we’re looking to get a tattoo. We heard this was the place to come.” Dean says, making the man laugh.
“Well that’ll be right. I’m Chet, nice to meet you.” Chet says holding out his hand to Dean.
“Dean.” He says taking it.
“And you Miss?” He asks looking down at me.
“Callie.” I say waving and smiling.
“And the tall fella?” He asks looking over me at Sam.
“Oh that sour thing is my little brother Sammy. Sammy come say hi.” Dean says waving him over.
“It’s Sam.” He says holding his hand out to Chet.
“Well, nice to meet you folks. So like I said before, what can I do for you?”
“We all three want this.” Sam says handing Chet a piece of paper with the simbel roughly graw on it.
“You draw this yourself?” Chet asks, taking the picture and looking down at it stroking his beard.
“Yeah, I did. Look, not to be rude, but can we hurry this up I would really like to get some sleep.” Sam says, looking tired.
“Well just slow down there a minute.” Chet says not even the least bit surprised with Sam’s mood.
“How big are you three talking? Because if you want something huge It’s going to be more than one trip. Plus you have how are you going to pay and where you want it at.”
“No bigger than three inches.” I say getting an agreement from both the boys.
“Altight. That will be 75 each. That’s without color.”
“You take credit?” Dean asks.
“Yes, sir we do.”
“Well, let’s do this.” Dean says, pulling out his wallet and handing him his card.
I’m a little surprised when he doesn’t look at it or ask for ID.
“Alright, well let me go draw this up and you three can talk about where you want it and who goes first.” Chet says taking the picture Sam drew and walking in the back.
“Sam you can go first.” I say sitting on one of the black leather couches, Dean sitting beside me.
“Why do I go first?” Sam asks sitting in a plastic chair across from us.
“Because you won’t have to wait you can go out and sleep in the car while we get ours done.” I say like it’s obvious.
“Okay sure, whatever.”
“Man he really is tired.” Dean says laying his arm on the back of the couch.
“Yeah, well it will be over soon and we will never have to worry about it again.” I say smiling up at Dean, because I would probably just get a glare from Sam.
On the note I could feel his death glaze burn a hole in my head.
“So did you decide where you are going to get yours?” I ask, whoever wants to answer.
“I’m working on it.” Dean says winking at me, making me roll my eyes.
“What about you Clauda?” Sam asks
“Still thinking.” I say biting my trying to think of where would be the best place.
All three of us fall into a comfortable silence waiting on Chet. He returns around thirty minutes later.
“Alright I got everything all set up. So who is going first.”
Both me and Dean pont to Sam.
“Alright, son, follow me back.” Chet says holding the beads hanging over the door out of Sam’s way.
“Be nice!” I say getting a Yeah, Yeah and a wave from him.
Chet laughs and walks thru the door with Sam in front of him.
“So, you really don’t know where you are getting yours?” Dean asks looking down at me.
“No, everywhere I think don’t seem right.” I say biting my lip.
“I have an idea.” Dean says.
“Oh gosh.” I say covering my face, slightly worried.
“Well at least hear me out first.”
“Okay fine, fine. What is your idea?” I ask, looking up at Dean to meet bright green eyes.
“You pick for me and I pick for you.” He says shrugging.
“That way if we can get an outsider’s thoughts on it.”
Smiling, I nod my head.
“You know I really like that.” I say, saying exactly how I felt.
“See and you didn’t trust me.”
“Oh, I trust you. I trust you get me into trouble by putting it on my forehead.”
Laughing Dean ran his hand down his face.
“I was thinking more your cheek but if that’s what you want to go with, its your face darlin’.” He says pulling me closer to him and tickling me softly.
Giggling I push his hands away, just as Chet and Sam walk out.
“Well that was fast.” Dean says, sounding halfway disappointed.
“Yeah, I’ll be out in the car.” Sam says doing just that.
“Alright who’s next.”
“Me!” I say standing up and walking over to Chet.
“You gonna bring your boyfriend with you?” Chet asks nodding at Dean.
Blushing at the boyfriend comment, I ignore it and turn to face Dean feeling dumb since he is picking the spot for the tattoo.
“Oh, yes, yes, yes!” I say running to him and grabbing his forearm just to pull him up from his seat.
I hear Chet laugh behind us making me wonder exactly what life he thinks we have.
Following him back into the other room, Dean laces his fingers with mine making me smile up at him. He quickly returns it making my stomach do flips.
“Room three.” Chet gestures to the last door.
Dean quickly takes the lead pulling me behind him. When we step into the room I can help the rush I get when I see the chair with the gun beside it.
“You okay?” Dean asks looking down at me.
“Yeah, why?” I ask, confused as why he would ask that.
LIfting our joined hands he lets go to show me how my hand is shaking.
“Oh. They’re the good kind. Here feel my heart.” I say taking his hand and placing it to my chest before I can think.
Realizing what I did I feel myself blush a little but I keep his hand there. He is my “boyfriend” after all.
Smiling Dean moves his hand up to my neck, pulling me to him to kiss my forehead.
“One hell of an adrenaline rush huh?” Dean asks moving so Chet can get to his spot beside the chair.
“So do we know where we want it?” Chst asks when he sets down.
“He does.” I say pointing to Dean and moving back a little.
“Oh, alright what’ll it be son?” He asks looking up at Dean.
“She wants it on her rib. Here.” Dean says placing his hand on my right side just under my bra strap.
“And you’re okay with that?” Chet asks looking at me, making eye contact. I guess to see if I’m lying.
“Yes, it’s perfect.” I say telling the truth.
Feeling all at once how I could not picture it anywhere else.
“Alright well take a seat, I’ll fix the chair once you’re on it. Dean there is a stool in the hall if you want to grab it so you have somewhere to sit.”
“Alright.” He says walking out of the room quickly returning since the stool was just outside the door.
“Is this your first tattoo?” Chet asked, fixing the chair so he could reach my rib easily.
“Yep.” I say popping the P getting comfortable on my left side.
“Well let me tell you it’s going to hurt a lot.”
“She can take it.” Dean says sitting on the stool my face becoming even with his belly.
“Well just let me know if you need to take a break. Don’t worry though I got 20 years under my belt. Or should I say gun. You’re in good hands.”
“Thanks Chet.” I say smiling at him and laying my head on my left arm, my other one laying in front of me.
“Lift your shirt for me please.” Chet says.
“I got it.“ Dean says before I can even move. Pulling my shirt up I feel as if it’s in slow motion but maybe that’s just because I’m suddenly very aware of how many scars I have on my stomach and hips.
I realize that it’s not Dean seeing them, it’s Chet. I can hear the questions now. But they never come. Instead I feel something like paper being stuck to my sink.
"So you from around here?” Chet asked, one of us.
“No. Road trip. She got it in her head that we all should get tattoos.”
“Hey! It’s for a good reason.” I say sticking my tongue out at Dean even though he is not eye level with me. Well he is never eye level with me.
“About that if you don’t mind me asking. Your brother said something about it being in the family. He didn’t make much since. He was not in a chatty mood.
"Yeah, it’s been in his family for years. All the way back to the tribes. The people believed that it could keep you from getting posed.” I say smiling a “what the hell smile”.
“Oh thats a new one.”
“Yeah, but like I said she got it in her head. So it had to be done. But at the end of the day it’s a badass tattoo.”
“That it is.” Chet said starting up the gun making a buzz fill the room.
“Ready?” He asked from behind me.
“Ready.” I say as Dean seems to shrink down to my level. Him pulling the lever on the bottom of the stool. He still has to bend down a little to be eye to eye with me but that’s better than nothing.
When the needle of the gun first touched my skin it felt like I was being punched so hard it made my ribs brake. Groning I clenched my jaw and grabbed onto the nearest thing which happened to be Dean’s forearm.
“Are you okay?” Chet asked, pulling the gun from me.
“Yes” I say closing my eyes and groaning again.
“Man that hurts worse than getting sticked up.” I say taking a deep breath thru my nose and blowing it out of my mouth.
“Should I keep going?”
“Yeah, keep going.” I say moving my hand to Dean’s.
Feeling the pain again I bit my lip so I didn’t make a noise. It still hurts but this time I knew what to expect. It felt like someone was digging a white hot nail down my side.
After a minute it slowly turned into a dull pain as my skin in that spot went numb.
“Dean is it?”
“Yeah.” Dean says pushing my raven hair off my face.
“You got a keeper. Never have I ever seen a first timer get a tattoo on their ribs and be this quiet or still.”
“Yeah, she is good at that.”
Laughing I moved my right arm over my head and looked down as best as I could watching Chet wipe away ink from my side.
Smiling at the butterflies again I laid my arm back down. Dean laying his hand on the back of mine lacing his fingers through mine.
“That scar on her hip. I walked in on her sewing it up herself.” Dean said, sounding almost like he was bragging.
“Yeah and you should have heard the ear full I go for it.” I say, smiling softly, my eyes closed.
It seemed to help with the pain, the less I talked. So that’s what I didn’t do. I lay there listening to Dean and Chet talk about me and what happened so I had to get sewn up. Dean came up with the lie that I was a nurse in afghanistan. That’s where we met, that’s where the scar he was talking about came from. If only it was that noble. When really it came from breaking up a bar fight between Dean and some dude hitting on me very, very hard. To the point I almost stabbed him. Dean did walk in on me sowing up and I did get an ear full. But it was not just him telling me how I should not have tried to break up the fight. Or sow myself up.
It had a mix of the crystal green his eyes get when he is hurting. It didn’t take two glances to see that he was mad at himself more than me. He thought it was his fault.
Always dose.
“Callie you alright?” Dean asks, making me open my eyes and look up at him, a yawn leaving my mouth.
“Well I guess that answers my question.” Chet said laughing.
“What?”
“I thought you passed out of something. I told him you were fine but he wanted to be sure.”
“No, yeah, I’m okay. Just listening to you talk. Your voice is relaxing.” I say smiling up at him, making him scratch the back of his head telling me I embarrassed him which didn’t happen often.
“Well you’re halfway done. So finish your nap.” Dean says, trying to laugh it off.
“Thanks.” I say smiling and closing my eyes.
Lucky me Chet started another conversation with Dean about what all he has hunted.
He went on about telling him something about a bear which I think was one of the werewolves we have killed or maybe a windigo.
“Alright, you are done.” Chet said, turning off everything.
“Can I see?” I ask sitting up a little. An ache in my side.
“Let me clean you up first.”
Nodding I layed back on the chair and poked Dean’s chest making him look down at me.
You never really considered yourself a very confident person, but you had to admit, getting a little dressed up and taking the time to pretty up your face was giving you a chance to smile at yourself.
The makeup was light, but you added a few more touches that you usually wouldn’t. You applied a little bit of foundation, just to give your face that little bit of glow, then you added a little lip gloss. Something to pop your lips a little more, some color and a little shimmer. Eyeliner and mascara were your go tos for everyday life, but they seemed to even brighten up your face more with the help of the others.
Smiling at yourself, you then reached for the earrings you had chosen for the night. Taking the back off one, you turn your head a bit and slip the hook in your ear lobe with ease. Something you don’t always get since you lack earrings on a day to day basis. Just another thing you only do for special occasions.
Preparing the second earring, you could hear large boots taking on the stairs out in the other room. You smile even more knowing that Dean was home and you couldn’t wait to see what he thought of your little get up.
“Hey! I’m just about done, I’ll be out in a sec!” you yell out to him as you slide in your second earring, this one of course giving you a little more fight than the last. But once you got it in, you grabbed the small back piece and slowly made your way out into the other room; your smile as big as ever as you turned the corner because you were overly excited to see him after such a long day.
“Hey! How was your…” your sentence and excitement were immediately cut off when you saw him. Instead of being met with his bright smile and amazing green eyes, you saw his beautiful lips in a frown, his head low and his lively eyes full of confusion and hurt.
“Hey…” Walking up to him, you place your hand along his arm as you try to get him to look up at you. “What is it? What happened?” His tongue poked out against his lips briefly before he was able to look up, and you swear that only hurt you more.
“I uh…I’m sorry, I hate to do this but, can…” he finally looks you in the eye, regret spilling from him as he shakes his head a bit. “…can we just stay in tonight?”
“Yeah.” There was no question, and never would be. Not when he looked like that. “Of course we can.” you say, calming him as you lift your hand to his chest and run your fingers over his white button up.
“I um…why don’t you go and get out of this.” you tug on the lapel of his jacket a bit. “And I um…I’ll head upstairs and order us something, okay?”
“Okay.” he agrees, his right hand coming up to your hip and holding you there for a moment as he dips down and kisses you on the cheek.
You watch him walk into the bedroom before you carefully make your way up stairs and go for the take out menus in the kitchen. Sam and Sarah went out on their own date, so it was just the two of you in the house now. You find one of your favorite places and call them up, putting in an order fairly quickly before heading back downstairs to change out of your dress and heels and into your pajamas.
Dean was in the bathroom at that time, so by the time he came out, you were just finishing up. You hung your dress back up and then went into the bathroom to remove the mask you had applied not too long ago. You were sad to see it go, but you also knew that Dean would definitely give you another chance to do it again.
When you left the bathroom for the second time that night, you smiled softly when you saw Dean sitting on the couch, the controller resting on his thigh while his hand lazily laid over it. He was looking in the direction of the TV, but you were sure by the blankness on his face that he wasn’t paying any attention to it. Moving around the back of the couch, he didn’t even look up at you, which confirmed your thoughts.
Resting your hands on his shoulders, you start to massage them a bit, finally getting his attention. He attempts to look over his shoulder at you, but you just barely get a view of the side of his face before he drops his head.
Carefully, you climb over the back of the couch, spreading your legs so that Dean’s body fits perfectly between them before continuing to work the stress out of his neck and shoulders.
“I understand if you don’t want to talk about it, but you know I’m here if you need to, right?” He remains silent, his head just dangling as he enjoys the feeling of your hands working their magic. But, then his right hand lifts and lands on yours, effectively stopping your movements.
At first you thought that maybe you hurt him. Maybe he got into a fight or he just got hurt on some job he was on and you hit an injured spot.
“Eddie lied to me.” You lean a bit to the left as you try to look at him, but his head is still low. Though at least he’s looking more in your direction now.
“About what?”
“About Cassies killer.” Your eyes widen a bit, but you don’t truly know how bad it is yet. “They don’t have him.”
“What!?” your shock came out more like a cry. “Why would he lie about that?” Dean shakes his head a bit, letting his hand fall from yours now.
You take that opportunity to climb over the rest of the couch and you slide into his lap, straddling him now as your hands meet the sides of his face.
“Dean…”
“Bobby said they had him. They had DNA evidence and they were so close to getting him.”
“So…what happened?” Now that he was talking again, you let your hands slip down his neck, your nails lightly scraping against his skin as you tried to continue with the comforting touches.
“They lost it.” he nods at your shock. “Someone stole it all. Everything they had…it’s gone.”
“Someone…wait, what?” As if it was like he was hearing it all for the first time, he lifts his head and looks away from you for a moment. “Someone stole it? Like…came into the station or the lab or whatever, and stole it.”
“Yeah.”
“But…how does…”
“I don’t know.” Feeling defeated yourself from this information, you let your hands fall from him, your mind racing as you stare down at his chest.
“But…why lie about it? Why not just…not tell you anything and just…”
“Cause they did get someone.” As you looked to him for answers, he took a deep breath and slid his hands along your waist. “Apparently there were two of them. They caught the guy who attacked her outside the bar. But the one who…”
“Is still out there.” you finished the sentence that neither of you wanted to complete. “Either that, or someone’s covering for the person who did.”
“Yeah.” Now that everything was out, the hurt hit you. It felt like a punch to the gut, and you didn’t even want to think about how he was feeling.
“I’m so sorry.” you whisper softly, your hands sliding back up his chest and up to the base of his neck. “I can’t even…” Dean sighs softly through his nose, his right hand sliding across your arm until he reaches your cheek.
“It’s okay.” his thumb drags along your skin, his eyes exhausted as he looks at you. “I just…I don’t even know how to feel right now.” Your hands slowly meet the sides of his face as you lean in, your lips lightly brushing against his.
“I’m sorry for canceling our date.” he whispers against your lips, his eyes closed as he grips the exposed skin on your waist.
“You didn’t cancel it. You just changed the plans.” you stole another kiss before he could apologize anymore.
“I promise I’ll make it up to you.”
“You don’t have to make anything up to me.” With your forehead resting against his, you run your fingers along his neck and up into his hair where you start to lightly massage his scalp. He releases a quiet, satisfied moan and lets his head fall forward even more. You chuckle a little as you sit back a bit, letting his head rest on your chest now. He lets out a drawn out breath, clearly comfortable in his new position.
You keep running the tips of your fingers through his soft strands, even letting them travel down the back of his neck here and there. Dean didn’t seem to mind. He just continued to release quiet noises of agreement.
When his hands lightened their grip on your waist though, you let out a breathy chuckle as you tried to look at his hidden face.
“Don’t fall asleep before food gets here.” His groan this time was a little deeper. Obviously that’s exactly what was happening. “You need to eat something.” you giggle, still enjoying the feeling of his hair slipping between your fingers.
“Then you should probably stop doing that.”
“But I love your hair.” He smiles a little before lifting his head. Your hands slide back along his neck as he sits up; his sleepy, yet adorable eyes looking into yours. You think he’s going to say something, but instead he just leans in.
Dean only planned on a quick, sweet kiss, but the thing is, your lips were a drug to him. The way they moved with his just kept him wanting more. So the one turned into two, then into three. When he finally forces separation, he keeps close as he lets his fingers run along your side.
Anonymous asked: Hey I love your aesthetics! Could you do one where Reader and Dean have little daughter and Reader is pregnant again and their daughter kissing her swollen belly or something like that ?
I loved making this! So many daddy!Dean feels so I forced another drabble out of @mysupernaturalfics - Thanks Rach but that did only make my feels a million times worse!
Dean couldn’t keep his hands off you when you were pregnant, even more so than when you weren’t. It had been exactly the same with Shiloh. His hands slid over your swollen belly as the sun barely peeked through the curtains.
“Mornin” he muttered pressing his lips to your neck. You stretched your aching limbs and curled yourself around him the best you could. The door quietly creaked open and Shiloh came in crawling between you.
“Hey, Princess,” Dean muttered. She didn’t answer, just forced you apart, curled up against his chest and fell back to sleep - a daddy’s girl through and through.
“What are we going to do when we have another crawling in bed with us?” He murmured quietly and you smiled.
Summary: Dean’s excited to spend the last weeks of summer vacation with his little girl – but what if the girl is not who Dean thinks she is? Or— a story where Millie and Dottie meet at summer camp and decide that their parents should stop being idiots.
Chapter Warnings: Some fluff, a lot of emotions
WC:2,934
A/N:Just something lighthearted. It will be 10 chapters long! Hope you enjoy :)
Dean is in the middle of a meeting when his phone starts to buzz in his pants pocket. He pulls it out quickly and releases a huff of breath when he sees the screen. It’s a picture message from Sam.
Thumbing over the display, he brings the message up. It’s a selfie of Sammy and his little girl, Millie – well, not so little anymore, but she’ll always be his little girl, no matter how much she hates to hear it – their cheeks are pressed together, both of them smiling wide, the white of their teeth showing.
a pleasant effect or feeling that lingers after something is done, experienced, or achieved
Pairing:Dean Winchester x Reader
Summary:Running away from her life, Y/N ends up on the doorstep of her boyfriend’s apartment. In this story of heartbreak, survival, friendship and love; she gets her first taste of the real L.A. and not the city she had often dreamed about. Her first hurdle? Dean Winchester; the grumpy neighbor who becomes more than just a pain in her ass. Yet, as things start to spiral, she soon realizes that the green eyed resident from next door is a better person than she’s given him credit for.
Chapter Warnings: There’s some angst in this but also a little fluff and Dean’s dick getting a tiny bit out of control
Dean had been booked for another background role the day after her party; meaning he’s been away from work again, but once he arrives back after being gone for three days, nothing seems to have changed much. Or so it seems. The lack of change is a little ominous, but he takes it.
This time when he shows up though, he’s prepared and knows that Y/N’s going to dance. She told him so, even sent him a text to avoid another of his meltdowns over it. It clearly wasn’t his finest moment and Dean would rather forget the whole incident rather than be reminded of it, if he’s honest.
Summary: Dean Winchester is thirty-eight and the stepdad of her best friend Ben. He’s caring, goofy, dorky, sexy and has a deep soothing voice. She wants him so bad, but he is more than a decade older than her. The thing is, she knows he wants her too but he’s holding himself back. How far can she take it until he caves? — Or the one where Dean tries to resist but fails miserably.
Chapter Warnings: A little smut, a little angst, a little fluff to wrap it up.
A/N: For@deanwanddamons 2K Challenge! My quote was “I want to play a game.” Thanks so much for letting me join in on this, and congrats!
Her fingers graze his skin, trailing up his shoulder blades, skating over the knobs of his spine, and Dean smiles into the pillow.
“What’s the game today?” he asks sleepily. There’s no rhyme or reason to the touch that he can tell. Sometimes she traces words into his skin, spelling out secret messages just for him. Sometimes she tries to guess the stories behind the scars — she always kisses them afterward, sweet and reverent.
“Making constellations,” she answers. “Stay right where you are for a sec.”
“Don’t think I could move if I tried.”
He loves this about her. She plays games and sees beauty in his skin, and she marvels at the tiny everyday wonders: freckles, sunsets, coffee. She always points out wildflowers on the side of the road. If they’re walking through the woods she’ll stop and turn over logs and exclaim at every salamander as if she’s never seen one before. She compliments strangers and makes faces at children and always sings in the shower.
Dean didn’t have that innocent, childish sort of wonder in his life — not until he met her. Face down enough gods and monsters, you start to get a little jaded about the everyday things. Spend too much time focusing on the darkness in the world, you start to lose sight of the light that shines through.
You crawl out of bed and go to the window, opening the curtains halfway. It’s pitch black out there, too, except for strobe light images in lightning flashes, the trees whipping in the wind, the cars in the parking lot gleaming, wet with the driving rain.
You don’t hear him move up behind you, but you can feel him. The heat from his body seeps into your back, and you can smell the warm, woodsy, slightly spicy scent of him, feel the almost magnetic pull on your body, urging you to lean back into him. You resist, but it isn’t easy.
“You okay?” he whispers, and you nod.
“Storm woke me.”
You stand there, silently, watching the raging storm together, the air vibrating with something unspoken. After a few moments, he leans down, his lips next to your ear, and murmurs your name. “Doesn’t this make you kinda feel like doing something a little wild?” The tips of his fingers glide up and down your arm, a whisper-soft touch, and suddenly you have to concentrate very hard on the act of breathing. Inhale, exhale, shallow and slow, and you’re feeling a little dizzy. When his lips brush against the slope of your neck, you sway, and his hands on your upper arms hold you steady. “If you want me to go…” He hesitates, unmoving, waiting for you to respond.
“Stay.” It’s the only word you can manage, but it’s enough.
He pulls you back to rest against his bare chest, and you can feel him, already hard, against your lower back. His hands begin to roam, feather-light touches leaving fire in their wake. His hands are warm on your skin as he slides them under your shirt, pulling it upwards. “The window,” you whisper, and he ducks his head to whisper his reply.
“There’s nobody out there in this storm.” He nibbles, right below your ear, and you shiver, then let him pull your shirt up and over your head. You can’t see him, but you can feel his heated stare as he drops your shirt to the floor. His hands move to cup your breasts, gently squeezing, thumbs strumming at your nipples as he watches in the flashes of light from the storm, moaning softly as you squirm against him. “I always wondered what you’d look like, all naked and rosy from being played with, teased. Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”
You’re so aroused you don’t even think about the window anymore. You reach behind you, your fingers digging into the hard muscle of his thigh, and he swears softly. With one hand he continues plucking and tugging at a hard nipple while the other slips beneath the elastic of your panties, pushing between your thighs to cup your pussy, the heel of his hand pressing against your swollen clit.
His fingers trail their way through your lower lips, grazing over your entrance, then dipping inside, just enough to make you clench. He teases you without mercy until you’re whimpering, your legs quivering, and then he gives your nipple a pinch and plunges two fingers inside you to the last knuckle. You whine his name, and he bites at the curve of your neck, sucking a mark there as he fucks you vigorously, growling, “Fuckin’ come for me,” into your ear. A few more thrusts and you do just that with a wordless little shout, your head slamming back into his shoulder and your legs giving out as he lets go of your breast and supports you with his arm around your waist. He swears softly as he works you through it, his breath ragged and hot on your neck.
“Need you on the bed, now,” he whispers, helping you that direction and letting you collapse on the mattress, still trembling as he joins you there. He’s sucking your flavor from his fingers with a groan, then he jerks your panties down and off before moving down, bending your knees and hooking his arms beneath them as he lowers his head to drag the flat of his tongue over you. He takes his time, savoring you, lewd sounds of appreciation driving you even higher. He spears the warm muscle into you, wriggling it around and reaching as deep as he can, making you squirm and cry out beneath him. “Dean… Dean, please…” you begin to beg, and he leaves your cunt with one last sloppy, sucking kiss as he raises his head.
“You wanna come this way, or do you want me to fuck you?”
You moan, long and loud. “Fuck me. Please, Dean, fuck me now, fuck me hard.”
He releases your legs and wipes his face on the sheet before pushing his sweats down and kicking them off, moving up close, his cock prodding at your thigh. “You got it, sweetheart.” He guides himself into place, then thrusts into you, hard, holding himself in as you writhe and whimper at the sweet intrusion. He bends to kiss you then, feverish and hungry, a loud groan vibrating through him as you lightly suck on his tongue. He begins to rock against you, finally lifting his head as he starts to pull out and drive back into you, hard enough that you can hear your bodies slapping together. He’s fucking into you so hard, so deep that your head is spinning with the beginnings of another orgasm.
Your nails are digging into his back, your legs clamped around his hips, and he shifts slightly so he can get a thumb down between you, rubbing your clit hard. You shout his name, beginning to buck and arch up into him, and he growls, impossibly fucking you faster, finally exploding into you, spurting hot and thick until he drops, spent, on top of you.
When you wake, the alarm clock next to the bed is flashing – the lights are back on. Dean has closed the curtains, and a ribbon of light glows under the bathroom door. It goes out before the door opens, and he comes back into the room, his naked body lit only by the night light near the sink. “Sorry, guess I passed out,” you mumble, foggy from sleep. He smiles, slipping back under the covers, bending to kiss you, tasting faintly of toothpaste.
“Yeah, me, too.”
You turn towards him, letting him slide an arm beneath you and pull you close. “What made you come in here? I mean, you’ve never…”
“I just peeked in to make sure you were okay, and saw you standing there in front of the window, the lightning flashing around you, and – I don’t know, I just fucking wanted you, bad enough to ignore all the reasons I used to tell myself that I shouldn’t. I just hoped you’d want me back.”
You let your hand roam over his chest, then trail slowly down his belly, feeling the muscles contract as your fingers tickle through the thatch of hair below. His cock twitches, begins to swell, and you caress it gently, encouraging it to grow. “I do. Have for a long time, I just never admitted it to myself. Glad that’s all behind us now.” Dean’s breathing is growing heavier with your every touch, and you slowly pull the blankets down, admiring the view. He’s fully hard now, his cock moving slightly with every pulse of his heartbeat. You move down, one hand grasping him gently as you kiss the very tip, then set your tongue to work, tasting every glorious inch and then focusing your attention to the head, swirling around and then dipping into the slit with each pass. When you finally take him into your mouth, he groans deep in his chest, his hand moving to the back of your head, fingers tangled in your hair.
“Fuuuuuuck….” His grip tightens in your hair as he struggles not to thrust up into your mouth. You hum with pleasure, taking him in as far as you can manage and sucking as you pull back, taking him deeper each time until he is breaching your throat, making you fight not to gag. Instead, you force yourself to swallow around him, and he arches up under you, a desperate moan grating its way from his throat. Your jaw beginning to ache, you work him harder, pushing him to his limit, and he finally gives in. You relax your jaw as he thrusts up into your mouth, his cock swelling and then pulsing hot, flooding your mouth and throat as he comes.
You struggle to swallow as much as you can, wiping your mouth on the sheet as you pull off him, laying your head on his belly as he pants, moaning softly at the gentle kisses you place there.
After a quick trip to the bathroom to clean up a bit and brush your teeth, you return, and Dean reaches for you. “C’mere, sweetheart.” You join him, crawling willingly into his arms and kissing him, his hands caressing your soft skin, pressing you closer.
“Sam’s probably wondering where we are,” you mumble as he nibbles at your lips.
“Nope. He was here when you were in the bathroom. I told him to relax, we’re takin’ a day.”
“He’s okay with that?”
“Didn’t ask. But yeah, he’s okay. He’s leaving, says he doesn’t want to be in his room to listen to us.”
You laugh softly, which dissolves into a gasp as he cups your breast, then captures your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, tugging gently. “You are insatiable, you know that?”
“Only with you.”
You hum into your kiss, smiling. “Just so you know – you didn’t have to wait for a thunderstorm to get a little wild with me.” There’s no reply this time, he just rolls to trap you beneath him and kisses you into silence.
Summary: Y/N has a very long to-do list, can Dean convince her to let it get longer, and stay in bed with him instead?
Warnings/Explicit 18+: Smut. Fingering. Kissing. General morning making out. Fluff - it’s pretty much all smutty fluff!
Pairings: Dean Winchester x Y/N
Word Count: 830
A/N: Just a little drabble that came into my head after seeing this post. I may also have a massive to-do list, but it’s gloomy and rainy in my part of the world, and it got me thinking how lovely it would be if I could just spend the day in bed with Dean instead. Hope you enjoy the…smuff? Flut? Lol! I don’t think there’s a word for fluffy smut - but enjoy anyway!
The beautiful divider at the bottom was created by@talesmaniac89.
The sound of your alarm made you groan and roll over to try and shut it off with a series of angry slaps to your phone, one of which eventually hit the right button and silenced the loud, percussive music that you’d specifically chosen so you couldn’t sleep through it.
There was another groan behind you as Dean wrapped his thick arm around your ribcage and pulled you back against him. He ducked his head and nuzzled his face into your hair, his breath soft and hot against the back of your neck. His body was so warm and the blankets were so cozy you immediately fell back into a doze.
Dean was never supposed to live this long and Cas was meant to stay dead, four or five deaths ago, to say the least. The fact that today they were getting married, by their surrogate son turned All Mighty, was somehow the least bizarre of the outcomes of twelve years of pinning and sacrifice. Cas had never felt such joy.
Dean had never been so nervous.
Sam walked into the bridal suite twenty minutes before Jody and Donna and the girls were set to arrive. Dean hated the pageantry so vocally that Sam ignored it. He knew his brother and outdated traditions were the least of his actual concerns. He tucked the boutonniere into Dean’s lapel and waited for Dean to exhale. The forty something Omega would not relax.
Sam chuckled under his breath, stood to his full height and grasped his brother’s shoulders. “You need to calm down, man. This is supposed to be the happiest day of your life.”
Dean rolled his eyes and sighed with his entire body. “I know, it is, it will be. I just can’t believe I’ve got to go through all this crap. Can’t Jack just snap his fingers and make it all legit?! Instead I’ve got to stand there and look at Cas and talk in front of Jody and Eileen and everybody about how I can’t wait to be a bottom for the rest of my life.”
Sam cringed at the last part. “Yeah, maybe not bring up that part during the vows.”
Request- Can you do a Dean’s daughter reader where he takes her (they travel there considering Kansas doesn’t have major concert cities, on the way they sing Journey together) to her first Journey concert (let’s say thats her favorite band) and she’s 15, and this is after Michel (but still during season 14). Feel free to add . Love u
“Are you sure you and your dad are going to be okay?” Your uncle Sam raised an eyebrow at you, “I don’t want you having too much of a bad influence around you for the night.” He turned to glare at your dad who threw up his middle finger at him behind your back.
“Sammy this is Journey we are talking about! My first words were ‘don’t stop believing’, I’ll be fine!” You squeaked and hugged him tight, slowly slipping out his wallet from his back pocket. “We’ll be back before you know it.” You smiled innocently and passed the wallet to Dean behind your back.
Shaking his head, he couldn’t but smile brightly at your excitement “okay bug, I’ll see you in a couple of days.” He ruffled your hair and patted Dean’s back before closing the door.
Once you and your dad got in the car you sat in silence until your dad spoke up, “how long do you think it will take him to notice.”
“Eh a couple of hours maybe.” Laughing you put your seatbelt on and shoved the Journey mixtape you put together for the road, “go quickly before he notices!”
Nodding Dean quickly sped off, smiling at the thought of finally spending time with his baby girl.
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“OH THE MOVIE NEVER ENDS!” You and your dad screamed the lyrics in unison as you pretended to play the guitar, “IT GOES ON AND ON AND ON AND O-”
Dean turned the music down as soon as you both realised who was calling, swallowing thickly you took a breath and answered the phone, “Hiya Uncle Sammy!” You laughed nervously.
“You took my wallet?” He shouted down the phone, “Y/n and Dean Winchester if you two don’t get your asses back here I swear to God I will-”
“DON’T STOP BELIEVIN!” Dean started to sing loudly again, turning the volume up.
“Dean this isn’t funny you nee-”
“HOLD ONTO TO THAT FEELIN!” You started to join in as well.
“Y/n don’t you start, put you dad on the pho-”
“STREET LIGHTS PEOPLE OH OH OHHHHH!”
“You are both dead when you get home.” Sam hung up and left you and Dean singing your hearts out once again.
“He’s going to kill us!” You exclaimed over the music.
Dean turned to look at you for a brief moment, eyes crinkling in the corner from grinning, “oh well! We are gonna rock and roll darling!” Turning the volume up even further you head banged as you felt the impala shaking with every beat.
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After a very long drive you and your dad raced to drop your stuff off at a nearby motel and ran into the concert area. “We are finally here!” You cheered, looking around at all the people and seeing the night sky light up with stars you took in your surroundings. “Thank you so much dad.” You whispered, eyes tearing up as he wrapped his arm around you and pulled you close.
“Hey hey hey no tears, this is the one time there is going to be no tears okay?” You nodded and he rubbed your arm before stretching his arms. Seeing you look at him with confusement he explained, “you really think I’m going to bring you to a concert and not do any dad dancing?” He winked as you rolled your eyes.
“Maybe I am better going back to Uncle Sa-”
“COLORADO!” The lead singer’s voice boomed over the speakers, “ARE YOU READY?”
You and your dad screamed and cheered along with the crowd, waiting to see them all on stage. “LET’S GO!”
Everybody started to jump up and down as the band came on stage, and not being blessed his your uncle’s height you were struggling to see. Tugging on the sleeve of your dad’s jacket he turned and instantly saw the problem, “I got you baby girl.”
Squealing you were soon flung onto your dad’s shoulders, finally able to see the moment you have been waiting for in your life. “This is amazing!” You yelled as you started to sing along with the crowd. “ THIS IS THE BEST DAY EVER!”
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“This is the worst day ever.” You glared at your dad as you sat in the hospital with a broken leg, “how could you have forgotten I was on your shoulders!”
Dean shrunk down in the chair next to the bed, “I told you I was going to dance.” He mumbled, face filled with guilt.
Just before you could shout again you and your dad turned to see who was walking through the door, “Oh no.”
“Oh yes.” Your uncle Sam said crossing his arms. Not taking your eyes off him, Dean sank even further in his chair to the point he almost fell to the floor whilst you used the remote to move your bed further down. “Nope get up, both of you.”
The sound of your bed moving back up filled the room along with Dean’s grunting as he tried to get back up, “I’ll be taking this thank you.” He snatched his wallet off the side and looked inside, “you used my card for the hospital bills didn’t you?” You and your dad just silently nodded as Sam sighed, “it’s a good job I was going to pay anyway.”
Reaching your arms out and pouting your uncle playfully rolled his eyes and gave you a hug. When Dean did the same Sam smiled and walked in front of him but instead of receiving a hug, he got a slap in the face “Son of a bitch.” Dean mumbled, rubbing his cheek.
“Doctors want you in over night Y/n so I brought you a change of clothes oh and I was also given this.” He passed an envelope to you and started to leave, “just going to pay for parking. Cheers for the money Dean.”
Dean’s eyes widened as he patted his pockets, “you didn’t.”
Sam laughed and waved Dean’s wallet in front of him “I did.” Sam said before leaving.
“You do kind of deserve that Dad.” You said whilst opening the envelope. Looking up you saw his face turn sour at your comment, “you were the one who convinced me to steal it!”
“Well maybe you shouldn’t be so easily convinced.” He said and went to sit on the bed next to you, “whose it from?”
“I don’t know,” you took the letter out and started to read aloud, “Dear Y/n-”
‘We heard of your little accident at our concert tonight. Your dad told us how much the show meant to you and we are so sorry it was cut short. When we were told your first words were our lyrics, it really struck something inside of us. We know your dad is the reason you are in hospital but we can tell he is a good dad Y/n. That is why we want to invite you and your dad to our next concert in Nebraska with VIP access! We would be honoured to meet the girl who still sang her heart out when being put in the ambulance. Keep rocking Y/n and we will see you soon.
- From all members of Journey
P.s if your dad does start dancing he will be escorted out by security.’
Once you finished reading you looked over at your dad, tears back in full force, “oh sweetheart.” Dean started to tear up as he carefully hugged you, “it was the least I could do.”
“Thank you thank you thank you!” You gripped tightly onto his shirt as you cried, overwhelmed with emotions, “I’m so thankful you threw me off your shoulders.”
Laughing you both pulled back and looked at the note again before back at each other “I love you dad.”
“I love you too Y/n.” He kissed your forehead and turned away grinning.
“What are you up to now?” You asked moving slightly away from him.
Reaching for his back pocket you saw him pull out a bank card, “Sammy just needs to know that I am always one step ahead of him. The card he has is from a kids toy section and he should find out in three…two….one.”
The reader is terrified of thunderstorms and finds herself stuck home alone.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Word Count: 718
Warnings: none ! mention of a knife but do you need a warning for that, dean is really just a thoughtful son of a bitch and i need someone like him in my life
A/N:I KNOW IVE BEEN GONE im sorry but im trying to get back on my writing bullshit and here i am pls enjoy this little tiny itty bitty drabble that i conjured out of thin air in the library instead of reading for my philosophy class <3
Lightning flashed, casting eerie shadows across your bedroom. You shuddered as thunder shook the house, pulling your covers closer to your trembling body.
“Calm down, Y/N. It’s just a storm,” you berated yourself. “You’ve killed demons and ghosts, but you can’t handle a little bit of thunder?” You wanted to laugh, but you couldn’t, because it was true. You were terrified.
You were sure it stemmed from some traumatic event from your childhood that your mind had oh-so-conveniently blocked out over the years, but unfortunately, that didn’t stop you from almost crying out in fear with every roar of thunder. Usually, this wasn’t a problem because you were with the Winchester brothers, but you had sprained your ankle running through the woods during the last hunt, and you were currently sidelined, patiently waiting for them to return from their simple salt and burn over in the next state.
Dean had called earlier, informing you that they had finished and were going to wait out the storm before returning. Too embarrassed to ask him to drive back immediately so you wouldn’t be alone with the thunder, you gave him a shaky, “Okay,” and wished them a good night. But that was over four hours ago, and now it was nearly two o’clock and you desperately wished for a strong, comforting Winchester to cuddle with— Sam or Dean, either would work just fine.
You wrapped your arms around yourself, humming Metallica— a coping mechanism Dean had taught you years before— with no avail. You longed for the night to pass quickly, but it was clear that you would spend the rest of the night anxiously waiting for the next lightning strike followed by rumbling thunder.
You squeezed your eyes shut the next time it happened, giving into the urge to dive fully under the thick blankets. Your heartbeat had just begun to slow when your stomach dropped when the corner of your bed dipped. You froze, slowly sliding your hand to grip the dagger underneath your pillow. When something clasped around your ankle, you popped out from under the blanket, slicing your blade through the air towards the direction of your attacker. You would’ve met your mark too, if it weren’t for the warm hand that grabbed your wrist, deflecting your attack.
“Woah there sweetheart. You could take someone’s eye out,” Dean exclaimed, and your body shook from the adrenaline, fear, and growing fury.
“Dean! You scared the shit out of me! What the hell were you doing?” You placed your knife on the table next to your bed, flicking the lamp on before harshly smacking the man with a pillow.
“A simple ‘thank you’ would’ve sufficed,” he grumbled.
“Thank you?” You asked, incredulously. “Thank you for what? Sneaking into my room in the middle of the night, or ominously grabbing my ankle?” He furrowed his eyebrows.
“I thought you would’ve been happy to have some company, but I didn’t know if you were sleeping or not,” he said, his eyes lowering, and you softened at his words.
“Thank you for being here, but you should’ve known I was going to come at you with a knife. Youwere the one who taught me how to do that in the first place,” you recalled, and he rolled his eyes.
“I didn’t drive all this way to be abused and lectured.” He gave you a look. You sighed, and then had a startling realization that he was here. Dean was here.
“Why are you here? I thought you guys were spending the night in Nebraska,” you questioned.
“I didn’t feel right,” he confessed, rubbing the back of his neck in a way that you knew signaled his nervousness. “You hate thunderstorms and we were just going to leave you here alone?” The back of your throat tightened and you rapidly blinked away tears that quickly formed.
“You drove all that way,” you swallowed thickly, “for me?” He nodded solemnly, and your heart burst at the thought of him being worried to the point where he drove back in the middle of the night during a thunderstorm. You threw your arms around him, pulling him tightly against you.
“Thank you,” you whispered into the crook of his neck, and he squeezed you.
