Warnings: ANGST, Dean’s a tiny bit of a dick, Depression, Thoughts of Suicide, Anxiety, Panic Attack, Self- Esteem Issues, Self- Depreciation, Lots More Angst, Mentions of Torture, Minor Fluff
Summary: After being captured by a demon and tortured for a couple of weeks, you were having trouble healing from the aftermath. The physical wounds may have healed but it doesn’t mean the ones on the inside had. The ones telling you that you’re never going to be enough. That you’re better off gone.
A/N: For the haters and the ones who gave up on me. For the ones that made me feel like I wasn’t enough. For the ones who hurt me so bad that I wanted to disappear. For the ones who claimed to be my friend and proved themselves otherwise. This one is for you.
You stood in the kitchen, dipping your tea bag into your favourite mug that you had picked up from the gas n’ sip somewhere in Portland a few years ago. It was close to midnight when you last checked your phone. It was hard to tell these days since the bunker had no windows. No natural sunlight got in. You were clad in one of your favourite oversized sweaters and a pair of plaid shorts that barely covered your ass, and a pair of knee high socks. Your typical bed attire for the most part. When you were on the road it was a little different. At home, you were more comfortable.
You were irritated. You could feel your period was about to start and this was the icing on the cake. You grabbed the box from its place under the bathroom counter and stormed down the bunker hall. Determined to find out who used them.
You stopped in the doorway of the Bunker’s kitchen, “Okay, which one of you used my tampons?”
The angel and Nephilim looked at you, a blank look on both of their faces. Cas, spotting the empty tampon box in your hand, made the connection first. “Y/N, I can assure you that neither Jack nor I touched your tampons,” Cas replied.
“What’s a tampon?” Jack wondered.
Before you could explain, you heard a commotion coming from down the hall. You looked at Cas, a silent plea in your eyes to him, before stomping down the hall towards the War Room where the commotion sounded.
“A tampon is something women use when…” Cas’s voice trailed off as you got closer to the War Room.
“Dean, Y/N is going to be pissed,” Sam explained.
Dean scoffed, “I can handle Y/N.” You heard him say as you turned the corner.
As Sam’s eyes locked with yours they widened. You could see some cuts and scrapes across his tanned skin. Dean, noticing Sam’s demeanor, instantly stood straighter, his back tensing as it faced you.
“She’s right behind me, isn’t she?” Dean’s shoulders sagged in guilt when Sam nodded yes.
You laughed in disbelief, “Why would you need to handle me, Dean? What happened now?”
Placing the gun down on the table Dean slowly raised his hands before turning to face you–a sheepish look on his face. It took a moment for your brain to register what you were seeing. When it did you busted out laughing and clutching your sides almost fell to the floor.
Your laughter was loud enough to draw Cas and Jack out of the kitchen and into the War Room. a look of confusion came across Jack’s face as Cas just stood there awkwardly looking upon the scene.
Cas tilted his head and stared inquisitively at everyone.
Dean sputtered under the pressure, the air from his mouth caused the string to flutter against the cupid bow above his lips. “Blame, Y/N! She forced me to watch that stupid She’s the Man movie.”
You cackled louder and doubled over your right arm clutched the left side of your ribs.
“Dean?” Jack began, “ why do you have a feminine hygiene product designed to absorb menstrual blood shoved up your nose?”
Dean wasn’t prepared for the sight before him when he entered the kitchen. You stood at the metal island arms deep into a bowl of dough as you scowled. Flour covered every inch of the metal counter and you.
You punched the dough and Dean’s eyebrow rose in curious amusement, “Everything okay over there, Y/N?”
Your head shot up and you locked eyes with Dean as a deer in headlights look overcame your face. “What are you doing here? You’re not supposed to be back yet!” you exclaimed a bit distressed.
As Dean moved closer, he could see that you had somehow smudged batter across your right cheek and a sprinkle of flour was on your nose.
“Sam and I finished early,” Dean started to explain as he reached up and rubbed some of the batter off of your cheek. “I thought you’d be happy to see we were back early.”
“Of..of..course I’m happy to see you! I just wasn’t expecting you back almost a whole day early,” you sputtered, your mouth trying to keep up with your mind as you tripped over your words.
Dean narrowed his eyes at you. Crap. You smiled at him and pecked him on the cheek trying to disarm him and draw his attention away from what you were making.
“Y/N,” Dean dragged out your name in a warning what are you up totone.
You stepped around him as you carried the bowl of dough over to the old morgue drawers, now the bunker fridge, and placed the dough in the bottom middle drawer before shutting the door.
You brushed your hands off on your jeans as you turned back to Dean. He had a giddy smile on his face and he looked like he was about to burst.
“YOU’RE MAKING APPLE PIE?!” he exclaimed excitedly.
You exhaled loudly and dropped your shoulders back then your head, “It was supposed to be a surprise.”
“Well if you would just hold still, it wouldn’t hurt,” you stated from above.
“Y/N, look. I appreciate you doing this for me but it’s not necessary,” he tried to reason with you.
“Yeah, okay. Tell me that the next time a monster throws you across the room and you have to take the time to brush it out of your face,” you scoffed at him around the object in your mouth.
Sam huffed in exasperation.
You twisted the last piece, pulling it through. “There. Done!” you exclaimed triumphantly and handed Sam a mirror just as Dean rounded the corner.
Sam raised the mirror to see that you had pulled back the top half of his hair into a ponytail while the bottom half brushed his shoulders.
Dean stopped in his tracks, a look of astonishment across his face, “Dude. Why do you look like Braveheart?”
Summary: You found a magic lamp but without speaking your wish, it made your darkest desire happen.
Pairings: Demon!Dean x Reader x Michael!Dean
Warnings: smut, threesome, language
Word Count: 1335
A/N: To celebrate 9000 of y’all here’s a filthy story! I cannot thank you guys enough for all your support and love and I am so grateful for all of you! <3 Feedback is loved!
“Shit.” You whispered, looking around the bunker, dropping the lamp, “Dean?!” You screamed, your eyes adjusting to the red light emanating. “Dean?!” You screamed again, running through the halls until you reached the map room, immediately stopping in your tracks. Two sets of green eyes faced you. One looking dapper in a three piece suit and a flat cap, the other clad in the red shirt of sex and tight jeans, hair messed up in comparison to the sleekness of the one across him. Your mouth hung loosely, they were not Dean, yeah, but. One was being possessed by the archangel Michael, whilst the other was a full pledge Knight of Hell.
“Fuck,” You breathed.
“Lovely for you to join us, (y/n).” The angel smirked, the demon began to walk towards you. You couldn’t help your filthy thoughts from escaping your head. The demon smirked, the same lips as the other but he carried a different swagger only you knew he can carry. Demon Dean flashed you his black eyes as he grinned. “This is exactly what you want, babygirl?” He asked. “It’s quite specific, your wish.” Michael said, walking closer.
You couldn’t stop the arousal pooling on your lower regions and you knew they knew and suddenly a warm presence was making its way up your legs and your heat. “Very much aroused.” Michael snickered, tsk-ing. You were frozen on the spot and Deanmon stepped closer, running his cold fingers on your cheek before grasping your chin to lift up to look at him, his eyes dark with lust. “Such a filthy slut you are.” He said through gritted teeth, his eyes flickering back and forth yours, as if reading your mind.
You let out a sinful moan, your lip coming in between your teeth. Michael walked behind you, pulling your hair to the side, his lips attaching to your neck, immediately going to the spot only your Dean knew. You gasped, feeling him lick your sweet spot, prompting you to tilt your head to the side, giving him better access. His grace was still spreading warmth across your pussy, making you wetter, you were sure you’re soaking through your jeans.
Deanmon leaned down to your lips, kissing you obscenely, his tongue roaming your mouth, showing clear dominance that you want to submit to. Michael’s hands gripped your hips tightly that you knew bruises would litter along their wake, and pulled you back against his chest and you can feel his growing member against your ass and as if your hand has a mind of it’s own, it started to descend in front of you, palming Deanmon’s evident bulge. “You want both of us, doll, how greedy of you.” Michael’s husky baritone sent shivers down your whole body, your legs trembling.
“You can get both of us, (y/n), you just got to work for it like the cockslut that you are.” Deanmon smirked before nipping and pulling at your lower lip. “Fuck yes.” You groaned and lowered to the ground, kneeling in between the tall men and the Deans pulled down their zippers and letting their rock hard dicks spring free. You grasped each one in your hand, barely fitting and took each one into your mouth. You started to move your hand on Michael’s length and you bobbed your head up and down on Deanmon’s length. You were letting out pornographic sounds that you thought you couldn’t even make and hearing the deep grunts of Michael as you switched your mouth to his and Deanmon’s sexual groan made you move your wrist faster.
Michael’s fingers ran through your hair close to your scalp and pulled, making you gasp a mixture of a moan and a whine. Deanmon smirked and grabbed your cheek. “Such a fucking slut.” He chuckled. He leaned down and lifted you up, making you yelp and he placed you on the edge of the table, you head hanging. “Wanna taste this fucking pussy while you get your mouth stuffed with Michael’s cock, you would like that won’t you?” Deanmon smirked but before you can reply, his tongue was slicking through your folds, causing you to moan, giving a chance for Michael to fill you up, effectively suppressing your loud gasp.
Your legs were shaking, wanting to close but Deanmon’s grip on them were tight, arms wrapped around each one, his shoulders effectively stopping you as well. Michael’s fingers tangled on your hair, holding your head still whilst his hips started to buck on their own accord. Your groans were suppressed, your eyes shut as pleasure erupted within your body, within your soul.You felt tingling sensations squeezing your breasts and you opened your eyes no hands touching you.
You looked up to Michael’s jaw slacking, his eyes closed as his breathing started to become erratic, you figured it was his grace. You looked down to Deanmon who had a smirk, his lips glistening with your come. “Ready to feel this fat cock buried deep inside your pussy?” He asked and all you could do was plead with your eyes and he gave you what you needed, thrusting deep. He didn’t give you a second to react because he was bucking his hips wildly, fucking you, making you scream. Michael smirked and pulled away, your scream echoing throughout the map room.
You looked up to Michael, who stroked his cock, wet with your saliva, watching your face contort in pleasure. Your pussy clenched around Deanmon’s cock and he grunted, flashing you his black eyes, his lips curved in cocky grin. “Ready to feel me come inside of you, babygirl?” He asked and you nodded. “Please, Dean!” You screamed and he grunted, his cock pulsing hot come inside you, coating your walls.
When Deanmon pulled away, Michael leaned down, kissing you. “Why don’t you kneel for me, doll?” He asked, his voice husky. You nodded, moving the best you could, going on all fours, exposing your heat to Michael. You started to feel his grace going up your thighs, then to your clit and you gasped, your leg giving out, if not for his hands gripping your hips, you would’ve collapsed.
Michael’s grace was teasing your clit when you felt him at your entrance, his cock stretching you once more. He grunted as he filled you to the hilt and you moaned out his name. He set out a controlled pace, hitting spots that made you scream and he went faster and faster. “M—Michael!” You grunted, falling on your forearms and you opened your eyes to see Deanmon sitting across you, fully clothed, just watching, smirking at your exhausted form.
You felt your fourth orgasm for the day linger. Michael smirked and worked on your clit, making his grace vibrate and you exploded. “Fuck!” You screamed, sweaty forehead against the table. “Gunna make me explode, doll, you want that? Want my come in there too?” He asked. “Yes! Yes—please!” You choked out.” “Greedy, greedy…” He tsked, his pace faltering, his grace vibrating harder and harder. Michael pulled multiple orgasms from you, your tightness pushing him to his release.
He groaned as he pulled out and you breathed heavily, laying on your back, spent and fucked out.
“Thanks for joining us, doll, til we fuckagain.” Michael smirked, his blue eyes shining, pulling you up, pressing his lips to yours, he moved away for Deanmon to do the same, pulling your lips against his teeth. “Til next time, babygirl.” He whispered, flashing you his demon eyes and they both disappeared.
You blinked your eyes and looked around to see yourself in bed, panting and worn out. You ran your hands through your head, the feeling of getting fucked by both still fresh in your mind and body, suddenly, the door opened and you looked up. Dean, your Dean, opened the door. “Hey, babe.” He greeted then cocked an eyebrow up. “You okay?” He asked, looking at your figure, concerned.
“Yeah, just had a weirddream, I guess.” You breathed.
Request: Could you do a Dean x reader fic where the reader makes a bet with Dean that he can’t keep his hands off of her for 24 hours and then when he breaks Dom!Dean smut? – Anon
Pairings: Dom!Dean x Reader
Warnings: smut, mutual masturbation
Word Count: 1172
Dean’s POV
She licked her lip, almost tauntingly. “I bet you, Dean Winchester, can’t keep your hands to yourself for a whole day.” She smirked, pushing my cup of coffee towards my direction. “Oh, sweetheart, the bet is on, what do I get as a reward?” I asked, taking a sip. “We get to do that little fantasy of yours.” She whispered and thinking about it just made my dick bounce. “It’s on.” I replied and she stood up, swaying her hips, her ass moving so deliciously. Fuck, this might be a hard bet, but that reward is so much more worth it.
I decided the best action to take was to keep myself busy and mostly not around her, I’ve got a good amount of self control but when it comes to her, her face, her lips, fuck, her ass, I just want to touch every inch of her, she makes me hard thinking about her. I groaned, resuming the task of changing baby’s oil.
I went back inside and saw her in the kitchen, wearing some tiny ass shorts and tank top, it was summer, it was hot. I eyed her and she winked at me. “5 hours, of fixing up baby, you enjoy running away from me?” She smirked. “Says a lot how much you want to touch me.” She added, running her hand up her body and giving a slight lift to her tits, god, my hands were tingling the moment she left the kitchen, giggling. “Son of a bitch.” I muttered to myself and proceeded to go to the library. “Why is (y/n) wearing almost nothing?” Sam asked, raising an eyebrow and bringing the book lower to look at me as I opened my laptop.
“Because she made a bet that I can’t keep my hands to myself for a whole day. And I can!” I proudly said. He chuckled. “Okay, dude, whatever you say.” “What’s that suppose to mean?” I furrowed my eyebrows. “Dean, you always have a hand on (y/n), like all the time.” He answered. “No… I don’t?” My reply came as a question. “Well, I’m leaving, I know your bets always end up in loud sex that I don’t ever want to hear again.” He said and stood up. “Where the hell are you going?” I asked. “Eileen’s.” Sam smiled and I and raised my eyebrows, nodding approvingly.
I was walking around back to our room to grab some weapons to clean when I heard her, I know that fucking noise. It was the distinct noise of vibrations and her sinful moaning. I opened the door and surely my cock instantly started to get hard. She was laying there naked and I knew she knew I was there cuz her pink lips curled into a smile. Her legs were spread wide, my flannel hanging loose on her shoulders as her hands got occupied with herself and the bright pink toy on her hand.
She moaned as she pressed the vibrator against her clit. Her free hand was softly cupping her breast, slightly pulling on her nipples just as I would. She slowly moved the toy up and down a line, slightly teasing her entrance just like my thick fingers would. “Dean,” She breathed and I had to bite my lip, I could feel my cock wanting to burst out of my jeans. “This is so not fair.” I grumbled and she smirked
The toy buzz oh so delightfully in between her legs, soaking in just how wet she’s gotten “Dean, fuck—“ You moaned as you plunged the toy in your pussy. “The deal was for you not to touch me, doesn’t mean you can’t touch yourself…” Fuck yes. I unbuttoned my jeans, my rock hard springing free and she watched me, her eyes dark with lust and I smirked, quite proud of the effect I have on her. “Fuck, yes… Dean…” She moaned, eyes shut tight, back arched, and I knew she was close, prompting me to quicken the pace my hand had on my dick.
Her moans filled my ear, I clenched his jaw, getting closer and closer by the second. “Dean!” She screamed and I was chasing my orgasm but I needed to be inside her, feel her tight fucking pussy. “Fuck this.” I groaned and stood up, taking two strides to the bed, grabbing her ankles and pulling her to the edge of the bed. “You lost.” She panted with a grin. “Don’t fucking care. On your knees, baby.” I commanded and she licked her lips proceeding to the position. She grasped my dick, her hot mouth wasting no time to wrap around me. “Fuck.” I groaned, my head tilting back and my hand tangling unto her messed up hair, pulling.
“You feel so fucking good.” I grunted and lightly pushed her back so that she was laying and I gripped her thighs and parted them as I attached my mouth to her wet pussy. Her head landed on the bed moaning my name as I licked her clit to her entrance, fucking her with my mouth. Her legs quivered as they wanted to close but I held her tight, red marks littering across her thighs. “Dean, please—“ She begged.
I pulled away and knelt on the bed, pushing her legs up my shoulders, almost bending her body. I moved my cock through her folds. “Dean, please, want you—“ She choked out. “Want me where, sweetheart?” I smirked. “In me, please, fuck me!” “As you wish, baby.” I whispered and thrusted into her, burying my cock deep in her pussy, groaning as I felt her clench her walls. “So fucking tight, so fucking perfect.” I muttered, moving my hips back before slamming back into her, making her scream out my name.
I fucked her relentless, my hands were everywhere, her face, her waist, her tits, I made realize just how much I craved her contact, just to have her beneath my hands. My hips began to stutter and her legs began close. “Coming, Dean, please make me—“ She moaned. “I know baby, I’m right behind you.” I muttered. My hand gripped her hip while my other attached to her clit, rubbing harsh circles. She met my erratic thrusts but soon enough, I could feel her clench around my dick, pushing me to the edge along with her. “Fuck!” She screamed as she came hard.
I continued to move my hips, chasing my end and I leaned down, pressing a long hard kiss, making her moan against my mouth. “Fuck, (y/n)!” I screamed, spilling inside of her. I slowly pulled out and she groaned. “You okay?” I asked, handing her a towel. “Sore legs.” She murmured and I shot an apologetic look towards her. “Guess you can’t keep your hands off me.” She smirked, leaning up to kiss me. “Nah, ‘s cuz I love you.” I winked and she blushed. “I love you too, Dean, and since you’re very sweet, I might just let you live your fantasy.”
Request: Heya, I really love your work and was wondering if you could do something along the line of, reader is staying in the bunker with Sam and Dean and has a crush on both of them so is always trying to show off a little to get their attention but it never really works, then suddenly they both start actually seeing her and she ends up having one brother after the other and neither brothers realise but she doesn’t know how to tell them. – @missstartaylor97xx
Pairings: Dean x Reader and Sam x Reader
Warnings: language?
Word Count: 1351
A/N: This request was sooo cute! I am planning a continuation for this that will be a Dean ending and Sam ending!!! Feedback is loved!
You huffed as you tiptoed against the counter, your short height evident as you continued to reach for the brown sugar on the very top shelf and that’s in the very back. Sam glanced your way with a raised eyebrow, eyes scanning your exposed legs and fitted top. He cleared his throat and you stretched to look at him, seemingly trying to look like a damsel in distress. “Sammy,” You whined, bringing your voice a little higher. “Help me.” You continued and Sam cracked a small smile, standing up and then gracefully grabbing the packet of sugar. Of course, you let your eye wander along his muscled arms, his long legs, god, his chest—
When he handed you the packet, you smiled up at him and made sure to brush your fingers against it as he handed it to you. “Thank you!” You beamed and continued on making cookies, making sure to sway your hips just a little, knowing he’d be looking your way. “I’m making oatmeal cookies for you.” You announced and he smiled. “A little healthy version while Dean and I can enjoy the regular ones.” “That’s very sweet of you, (y/n).” He replied. “Of course, anything for you.” You murmured.
You decided to clean your car, wearing the shortest shorts, the tightest tank top, knowing that Dean was going to change baby’s oil, obviously overhearing him mention to Sam about it and not to bother him. You had just poured water on your car when you heard the garage door open and close, prompting you to look back. Dean was wearing a grey shirt and some loose fitting jeans that still showed off his bowed legs, you were ogling but you wanted to show him you indeed were.
Dean raised his eyebrow as he scanned your form. “Washing today?” His low voice asked. “Yup!” You smiled. “What’re you up to?” You asked, leaning down to grab the sponge in the soapy water, knowing your cleavage was going to be in his view. You looked back up and he smirked, walking to baby. “Just changing her up.” He answered and you smiled before continuing with your task at hand.
Dean slid out from under the car to grab a drink when he saw you perched on the hood, wiping the top of your car as you were unable to do it just by standing and he saw you struggle to reach the center without a mishap. He then noticed you’ve managed to soak through your small amount of clothes and he sauntered to you. “Need a hand?” He asked and you bit your lip before turning back to him. “S’okay, don’t want to bother you.” You murmured and he shook his head and grab the sponge from you, cleaning off the part you cannot reach. “Thank you, Dean.” He smirked and gave you a wink.
You woke up a little extra early, got your leggings and wore your cute sports bra. You were filling up your water bottle when Sam walked by the kitchen. “Where you going?” He asked, wearing his signature running outfit. “I wanted to do some yoga outside, it looked like a good day.” You replied with a small smile. “Oh that sounds fun, I’m goin’ running.” He said. “Well, you can join me if your like?” You asked, slightly puffing your chest out to accentuate your chests. “I’d love to.” He smirked and you smiled wide at him.
After your morning exercise with Sam, you showered and made your way to the war room, your weapons displayed, cleaning them one by one. Dean passed by to go to the library only to stop on his tracks as he saw you wipe down the barrel a little too sensual. He gulped down a lump on his throat and walked to the library. You smirked to yourself with how he reacted and internally high-fived yourself.
The boys started to see you, they were interacting with you more and more romantically which was making you giddy due to the fact that you had intense crushes on both brothers, Sam was more attentive when you two were doing research and Dean was physically interacting with you with all those stolen touches.
A knock on your door cut you off of your thoughts and you looked towards the doorway. “Hey, (y/n), uh, there’s this new diner I drove by if you want to go try it out?” Dean asked, rubbing the back of his neck. You bit you lip and nodded. “Yeah, I’d love to, let me just change.” You replied and he smirked and left you to change. You giggled to yourself when you knew he was out of earshot and started to dress. “You look wonderful, (y/n).” Dean muttered and you smiled, blushing. “It’s nothing too special.” You said and he smirked, driving off to the said diner.
The next morning, you were grabbing a glass of water and you heard Sam enter, by the sound of their footsteps, and you turned around. “Hey, (y/n), you up for a run?” Sam asked with a wide smile. “And maybe we can grab some coffee at the shop?” He added right after. “I’d love to, Sam.” You replied.
“Hey, (y/n), you up for some shooting practice?” Dean asked when you were helping him clean some weapons you found in the bunker. “Uh, sure, but you know, guns aren’t my trusty weapon.” You joked with a sour face. He chuckled. “That’s why.” He reiterated and you playfully scowled at him. You followed him to the range and he showed you how to stand properly, how to angle your body and you had a pretty good idea how to but you intentionally made it look bad. You were focused on your target when you felt Dean move behind you, pressing his strong chest against your back, his arms raising to align with yours.
“Relax your shoulders,” He whispered against your ear and you had to restrict your body from quivering. You did as he instructed and he wrapped his hands on yours. “Don’t hold on too tight.” You loosened your grip. You could feel his breath against the shell of your ear. “Now, shoot.” You bit your lip as the shot rang, the bullet hitting the target dead center. You uncocked the gun and squealed, turning around to hug Dean, who had open arms. “See, told you.” He teasingly said and you giggled. “That’s cuz you’re a great teacher.” You winked and he chuckled.
“Qud anima damnatorum..?” You tried to pronunciate. You made a face and Sam chuckled, looking up from the book he was reading. “Hey!” You playfully narrowed your eyes at him. He stood up and pulled out a chair beside you. “Here, lemme see.” He muttered and you smiled, pushing the book closer to him. He leaned in and wrapped an arm around your shoulder. “Okay, quod animae damnatorum,” He started. You raised an eyebrow, looking up at him. “Quod,” He said. “Quod.” You repeated. “Animae,” “Animae damnatorum.” You happily finished and he smiled. “Awesome, you just gotta pronounce the individual vowel.” Sam said and you nodded.
“You’re such a great teacher, Sammy.” You murmured and he chuckled. “I wouldn’t say great but thanks, (y/n).” “No, you really are, you’ve literally masted Latin like it’s legitimately your second language already.” You pushed. “You’re too sweet.” He added and pulled you close, hugging you on your side.
The ride to the hunt was silent, each brother would glance at you, either the rear view mirror by Dean or Sam turning back and it dawned on you—you were so cooped up with the attention the boys were finally giving you that you essentially led them on and they didn’t even know. The blood drained from your face and you suddenly felt guilty. Dean glanced at you and immediately saw your pale face. “You okay there, sweetheart?” He asked and you looked up, meeting his gaze. Sam turned back and his eyebrows furrowed deeply.
“Uh—“
This was totally not gunna go the way you thought.
Request: Hii I was wondering if you could do imagine where y/n is huntress from europe (slovakia maybe) and she come help Sam and Dean, but in the end, after some months or year, when she and dean fell in love, she gotta leave cause she wanna protect them, and she say I love you to Dean in her mother language, but he has no idea what she said and after some days he asks Sam what that means and he when he say the meaning, Dean’s gonna cry? I hope you understand and thank you – @stxrmkatie
Pairings: Dean x Reader
Warnings: a smidge of hurt and angst
Word Count: 705
A/N: This is pretty short but I hope you like it, if you’d like a second part just send em in! Feedback is loved!
“So get this,” Sam started, capturing Dean’s attention with a slightly annoyed sigh due to the overused phrase. “This monster isn’t native here.” He continued. “So, meaning?” Dean reiterated. “Meaning, we don’t have the things to kill it—“ “It’s called a vodyanoi, I suppose you two are American hunters?” An accented voice asked from behind the boys. Dean first turned, brows furrowed and Sam’s eyebrows looked shocked. “Not so subtle in your talking…” She murmured and Dean immediately drew back his expression. “I’m (y/n), from Slovakia, where the vodyanoi originated, someone tried to take it in the States.” She explained.
“Would you mind helping us out?” Sam asked, eyeing the way Dean had just been struck. “I definitely do not, after all, I travelled very far to kill it.” She beamed and Dean subtly pulled his lower lip between his teeth as he bit it, unfocused. “Dude!” Sam nudged his brother seeing her smirk, turning around and Dean just staring at her. “Wh—what?” Dean shook from a trance that is this Slovak girl. Sam rolled his eyes. “Let’s go!” He pushed, laughing, glancing at (y/n) as Dean was still frozen in his spot.
“Thank you so much for your help, (y/n).” Sam sighed, handing you back the weapon. She smiled. “No, I think the thanks goes to you two.” She gratefully said. “Sweetheart, you were great out there.” Dean muttered, still in a state of trance. “You are more than welcome to stay with us—if you want to.” Dean was quick to his offer and Sam smirked. He knew his brother had a pretty devastating string of love life that he was happy that (y/n) seems to like him as well. “I—Yeah, that’ll be great.” She smiled.
The next few days were hunt free and Dean took that time to get to know her, to show her how different America is to Slovakia. She enjoyed everyday, most especially with Dean. “I like you, very much, (y/n).” Dean whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She bit her lip and leaned in, Dean going in for the last inch, kissing her deeply. A few months of hunts and relaxation and time with the Winchester brothers, a call with a tone that (y/n) wished she didn’t hear. She pulled away softly, pecking his lips. “I have to answer this.” She said and he nodded.
She moved a few feet away and answer the phone. “(Y/n), musíte sa vrátiť. Chápem vašu príťažlivosť, ale nemôžeme riskovať veci.” The voice said, talking about (y/n) having to come back and not risk anything. She clenched her jaw. “Rozumiem. Budem tam o týždeň.” She replied saying she’ll be back in a week. Tears threatened to spill and Dean knew what she was about to say. “When do you have to go?” He asked, his green eyes shining with pain. “In a week.” She answered. “Do you have to?” He asked, cupping her cheek. “I need to protect you guys.” She whispered. “And I have to. They need me.”
A week quickly passed and the two spent every passing minute together until the faithful day that Dean brought her to the airport. “That was the best year I’ve ever had, (y/n).” Dean smiled, kissing her forehead. “Same for me, Dean, I promise you, we will see each other soon.” She whispered. “I promise too.” Dean said and kissed her deeply. “Ľúbim ťa.” She whispered kissing him once more.
Dean didn’t know what she just said but he will remember it to his heart. “Ľúbim ťa…” He whispered to himself, eyebrows furrowing together. He and Sam were researching when Dean had the urge to just ask Sam. “Sammy, what does this mean,” Dean paused remembering just how she said it. “Ľúbim ťa.” He pronounced. Sam’s eyebrows shot up and gave his brother a sad smile. “Ľúbim ťa means I love you in Slovak.” Sam explained. Dean’s heart shattered. He knew she knew that he loved her through his actions but now he knew she loved him back.
Tears slowly slipped down his cheek and Sam patted his brother, walking by to grab some beer.
Request: Hi sorry to bother u but can u do a deanxreader where reader has back pains and dean offers to give her a massage, and he sits on her lower back/butt area and it turns into something more. Thanks! I understand if u can’t write it b/c u prob get a Lotta requests. – Anon
“Son of a bitch,” You groaned, pressing your free hand to your lower back, and swinging your machete to your other shoulder. “You good there, (y/n)?” You looked up to Dean, dragging the vampire’s dead body to the pile. “Peachy.” You faked a smile. Dean couldn’t stop his body from reacting to the noises you elicited, his hips jerking forward. “What’s up?” He asked, being better at expressing his feelings of concern towards you, not that he didn’t care, he always assumed that getting too close to you could cost your life, but you had quickly proven that trusting and expressing to each other would be good, considering that you’ve saved his life multiple times.
“Just some back ache, comes with aging,” You joked, making him chuckle. “We should head back, Sammy’s gunna need meds, I promised to pick some up for him.” Your voice sounded hoarse. “I think we should get something for you, maybe some muscle patches too?” Dean suggested, shrugging. You couldn’t help but smile. He’s gotten better at showing he cared, a lot. It also helps that you know of his tiny crush on you. More like large, according to Sam, ever since your first encounter with them as you saved them. “Yeah, he hasn’t gotten sick in a while.” Dean affirmed and you both trotted to baby after setting the bodies aflame.
Dean always glanced at you as a whine escapes your parted lips, your hand trying to alleviate pressure from your back as you sat. You promptly twisted your upper body, grounding your feet and you heard the satisfying cracklings of your spine. You did it on the opposite side and you side, a little bit of the pain leaving your body. “Holy shit, (y/n), is that even safe?” He asked, stunned. You giggled, another sound he loved to hear. “It helps.” You winked and he chuckled, focusing on the road once again.
You had dropped by the pharmacy, got a lot of necessities, medicine, and first aid and all that to stock up the bunker, your new found home. After Dean getting a slice of pie, you were both heading back.
You and Dean brought all your stuff inside and Sam was in the library, on his laptop with a blanket draped around his back. “Hey Sammy,” You greeted, acquiring Dean’s nickname for him early on. You were two years older than him and he’d looked up to you as a sister, even though he still found himself being like an ‘over protective brother’ to you too. “Hey guys, how was the hunt?” He asked. “Totally good.” You replied, your smile turning sour when you bent down to put your bag down. “Are you hurt?” Sam immediately asked, pushing his chair back to stand up.
“No—no, I must’ve pulled something in my back, just gettin’ old,” You joked and he chuckled.
“You’re not old.” Dean snickered, playfully rolling his eyes. “Feels like it.” You scrunched your face and the brothers laughed. “I’m going to shower.” You announced and Dean decided to make soup for the three of you, most especially his sick brother. “You’re ogling her.” Sam teased, smirking at his brother. Dean scoffed. “Am not.” “If you say so.” Sam teased and Dean ran for the kitchen.
After letting hot water run down the expanse of your back for another minute, you stepped out of the shower, wiping down your whole body, putting on some loose jumper and some shorts. You went back to the library just as Dean was bringing a bowl of hot soup to Sam, who thanked him. “Eat up, sweetheart, this should help you too.” He grinned you murmured a thank you, before sitting down. “I think you two should rest and the three of us can do a case once you’re all better.” You said.
Sam smiled. “Don’t you like hunting with me? Like we used to back when Sam was in Stanford?” Dean pouted and you thought that was the cutest thing ever. You giggled and Sam’s smile grew wide. “I do, Dean, but I’m having issues with my back, and I know you’re pretty beaten up too, a couple of days isn’t gunna hurt.” You smiled and his pout went away. “How ‘bout I make pie tomorrow for us to enjoy?” You asked and he grinned. “Bribery accepted.” He hummed and you and the younger Winchester chuckled.
After the light dinner, you helped Sam out in the translation he was well occupying himself whilst being sick as Dean offered to clean up. The hours ticked by fast, Sam heavily asleep with the medication he’d taken. You were doing a bit of stretching when Dean passed by your bedroom. He arched an eyebrow, his eyes slowly looking at the expanse of your legs and the exposed skin by your hips with the jumper hanging low. “You okay there, sweetheart?” Dean asked and you looked up at him. You groaned and stood up. “Just, it’s either my spine’s all fucked up for I have a ton of knots in my back, like those wired earphones.” You scoffed and Dean laugh.
“Would you like me to give you a massage?” His tone had no malice but your brain went to multiple directions. “Yes,” You voiced out before you actually thought of it. You bit your lip and he just gave you a soft smile, entering your room then closing the door behind him. You took off your jumper to reveal a slim bralette you like to wear to sleep.
Dean tried his best not to groan at the sight, it wasn’t the first time he saw you in your underwear, heck, he’d accidentally seen you naked before, as you did to him. “I think I’ve got oil somewhere here,” Your voice cut out his incoherent thoughts and just nodded. You fished it out of your drawer and handed it to him before laying on your stomach on the bed. “’S it okay for me to sit on you?” He asked and you hummed in approval. He did as he suggested, sitting and trying not to put too much weight on your plump ass.
Dean poured a little bit of oil on your back, glistening in the light and he began to press his thumb on your muscles. You tried to bite back a moan but was unsuccessful. He could feel himself twitch at the sound but powered through, going lower on your back until he was massaging the small area between your ass and lower back, squeezing your hips. His hands felt soft despite having rough and calloused edges. The sheets in front of you were bunched up in your fists and you knew you were getting wetter as the seconds passed.
Dean’s hands were going up and down each arm and then back on your shoulders, your neck, then they slowly descended down to your waist. “Fuck, Dean.” You breathed and Dean jolted. He sucked in some air as if gathering some courage and descended to your ass, cupping and squeezing them. He moved towards your legs and started to massage your thighs and legs. “Tell me to stop if you don’t want this, (y/n).” When he was coming back up to squeeze your backside.
“Fuck, yes, continue.” You shivered at his tone and mumbled against the pillow and he chuckled darkly at how you’re reacting to his touches. His hands continued to massage your body but he leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on the valley of your shoulder and neck and you moaned, body tingling. You pushed back on your ass, Dean groaning as you brushed against his hardening length. “Fuck, baby.” He shut his eyes, his breath hot on your neck. It spurred you on, grinding up to him and his free hand lands on your hips, tight and warningly.
“Fuck me, Dean.” You whispered, leaning up towards the side where his face was. You moved your head more towards him and he kissed you feverishly. He sat back up, prying your legs open with his hands, this time, slowly running his fingers over your cloth-covered core, your hips bucking in response. Dean hooked his fingers on the waistband of your shorts and underwear, slowly stripping the pieces of clothing off of you, your ass slightly bouncing when it went over them and Dean but his lip, one of his hands grabbing a handful and squeezing. You lifted your hips up and brought your hands up to shimmy off your shorts since Dean got mildly distracted.
He squeezed your inner thigh and you instinctively tried to close them if not for his strong knees stopping them from moving. His fingers ran through your folds teasing your entrance and you couldn’t help but mewl. Dean clenched his jaw and pulled off his shirt. He then worked on your pants and you had to look back, meeting his eyes as you roamed his body. He gave you a boyish smirk and you swore you could come just by that. “You really want this, (y/n)…?” He whispered, leaning down to kiss your back, making you shiver, feeling his cock press against your ass.
“Heck yeah, would’ve asked you to massage me a long ass time ago if I knew this would happen.” Your voice was breathy as he started to grind his hips against yours. “Shit, babygirl, wish I’d known, would’ve done it sooner.” He whispered, nibbling on your earlobe, making you wetter by the second. He slowly pushed in, groaning at your tightness. “Fuck.” You pushed back, whimpering when his free hand grabbed your hips and thrusting in fully. “Dean!” You moaned.
He let you adjust before pulling back and slamming back in. “You’re so tight, baby.” He whispered, kissing your cheek. “Fuck me, Dean, please.” “Will do, babygirl.” He grunted and proceeded to pound you. Your moans and his grunts were echoing along the walls and you only hoped Sam was snoring away loud enough not to hear you. You were fisting the sheets in your hands as your hips bucked back to him. His thrusts were fast and erratic and soon enough, it was uneven yet hard enough to make you scream. “Fuck, (y/n), coming—“ He grunted. “Fuck!” You screamed. He felt you clench around his throbbing cock.
“Come for me, babygirl.” He whispered against your ear and you did, moaning out his name along with a string of profanities. He groaned, feeling overwhelmed with your tightness and just as you backed your hip up to him, he came, spilling deeply inside of you. He rode out both your orgasms and slowly lifted himself off of you. You twisted around to lay on your back and he leaned down, kissing you fully. “Are you satisfied with your massage?” He asked with a cocky smirk. You laughed, slapping his chest. “You gotta answer it, (y/n)!” He laughed. “Yes, Dean, it was a very very satisfying happy ending.” You answered with a wink, prompting him to laugh even more.
He leaned down and pecked your lips. “Well that leaves the question, will we finally be together?” He asked. You heart swelled as you leaned up, kissing him tenderly. “Absolutely.” You whispered.
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Sam got the woman to the hospital just in time for you three to head back to your dad’s cabin and regroup. You and Dean are sitting at the table staring at your dad’s flask, Sam is on the phone with the hospital, Meg is drinking your beer, and Castiel is making more sandwiches for you three to eat.
“Okay, thanks,” Sam says before hanging up. “She’s fine. She’s checking out of the hospital tonight.”
“Well, that’s positive,” Castiel states, passing a plate to you and Dean with sandwiches on them.
“Thank you, Castiel,” you smile politely.
“Tell me again why you turned tail for some maid?” Meg asks. “You were right there.”
“Can you shut the hell up for once? Please?” you sigh. “We’re not like you, Meg. We don’t just care about ourselves. We help people no matter what. That’s not something you’ll ever learn.”
“Because Dick made more Dicks,” Sam says. “He must’ve kept a chunk of the original Dick Roman somewhere. Uh, they’d all have to touch it.”
Castiel clears his throat and washes the dishes, not commenting on anything.
“Hey, shifty, what’s your problem?” Dean asks.
“Do we need a cat? Doesn’t this place feel one species short?”
“We already have a dog,” you say and point to Zeus who barks.
Joanna mimics the dog and barks in her own way, and you giggle into her hair. She looks at her daddy and reaches out for him so he can hold her.
“It’s not like I carried you for nine months or anything.”
“Dada,” Joanna grins.
Dean takes her into his arms, trying to hide his smile. He is beyond happy that she said his name first before yours.
“You got anything to say on the topic of Dicks? Crowley was pretty sure that you could help,” he says once his daughter is in his arms.
“I can’t help. Do you understand? I can’t. I destroyed… everything, and I will destroy everything again. Can we please just leave it at that?”
“No, we can’t,” you say and stand up. “We can’t leave it. You let these fucking things in.”
“So, you don’t get to make a sandwich. You don’t get a damn cat. Nobody cares that you’re broken, Cas. Clean up your mess!” Dean says harshly.
You look at Dean in shock that he would say something like this to him. Behind Castiel’s eyes is pain at the harshness of his words, but he doesn’t show it. He puts down the dishes he is holding and walks over to Dean.
“You know… we should play Twister.”
Castiel disappears right before Dean’s eyes, and Meg rolls her own.
“Nice. You scared off the Empire’s only hope.”
“Meaning?” Sam wonders.
“Has it ever occurred to you every one of those things was in Cas? He knows them. He can see past the meat suits.”
“He’ll be able to spot the real Dick.”
“Gold star, sugarpants. Too bad he’s Fruit Loops. You might’ve had a chance.”
There is a sound of angel wings fluttering, and you turn to see Castiel with a Twister board on the floor. You honestly don’t even recognize your friend anymore. You’re not sure what you can do to help him recover from whatever pain he had to go through while healing Sam. All you can do now is just watch him and make sure he doesn’t disappear again. Dean and Sam continue to watch the security cameras while you hang with Castiel and Joanna on the floor.
“Come on, say ‘mama’. Ma-ma.”
“Dada,” she smiles.
“You know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you?” you ask with your eyes narrowed playfully.
She makes spit bubbles and laughs, and you can’t help but giggle in response.
“There’s no real point in looking for a tell. They all downloaded Dick’s brain. They’ve all got the same tells,” Dean groans.
“Alright, then maybe the question is, what would the real Dick be doing?”
“Is that the best you can do? Idjits,” your dad makes an appearance.
“Bobby. We didn’t know if you’d–”
“Well, you should’ve. You got the flask. Dumbass. You should’ve burned it right off.”
“Bobby.”
Your dad motions for you to follow him outside, so you three separate from Castiel to go outside and talk to your dad.
“I’m still jonesing to go back, grab some poor bastard, and kill them going after Dick. It’s bad. Let’s be real. I damn near killed you and that woman.”
“It wasn’t your fault, Bobby–not really.”
“Right. That’s just what ghosts turn into. I really bet the farm I could outsmart that.”
“So, what’s it feel like?”
“What? Going vengeful? It’s an itch you can’t scratch out. Look… I’m done. Go get Dick, but don’t do it because you think it’ll scratch the itch. Do it because it’s the job, and when it’s your time… go.”
You can’t seem to look at your dad because if you do, then you know you’d be a crying mess. Of course, you don’t want him to go, but he can’t stay like this forever. You were scared of this exact thing happening to him and to you.
“Y/N?”
“I don’t want you to go,” you whisper emotionally.
You know he has to, but this just hurts too damn much. Dean gets up and takes Joanna from you so you and your dad can have a moment alone before you say goodbye to him for good. You and your dad step off to the side so that the men don’t have to go anywhere.
“This is exactly what I was afraid of. I was afraid of feeling this way a second time.”
“I just want you to know how proud I am of you. You’ve surpassed my expectations as a witch and as a mother. There’s no one I’d rather have as a daughter than you. I’m sorry I’ve put you through this pain, but I didn’t want to leave you and Joanna.”
“I love you so much,” you sniffle.
“I love you more. I don’t know where I’m going, but just know I’ll always be here to watch over you. You’re never going to be alone, you hear me?”
“I know.” You look over at Sam and Dean who quickly look away as they pretend not to listen. “Okay, we’re ready.”
He and Sam take the flask and go out back where they start a small fire to put the flask in. Dean has the flask in his hands while you hold Joanna, but he can’t seem to do it.
“Here’s to… running into you guys on the other side. Only… not too soon. Alright?” your dad says.
“Goodbye, daddy,” you whisper.
“Goodbye, darling.”
Dean tosses the flask into the flames without the leather cover on it. The more it burns, the more your dad is closer to the end. You look at your dad and watch as flames envelope his entire body. You let out a sob and turn to your husband who takes you into his arms.
“Mama,” Joanna finally says, touching your cheek.
“Yes, I’m your mama,” you smile through your tears.
You look up and see Castiel watching you from the back window, and there is a certain look of uncertainty in his eyes. You pull away from Dean and leave the fire to go back inside. The brothers put out the flames a few minutes later and followed loosely behind.
“Cas, I need a wingman,” Dean clears his throat.
“Dean…”
“You don’t want to jump into the jaws of death, that’s… fine. How about we run a little errand? You too, Y/N.”
“Can you watch her?” you ask Sam and pass her off to her uncle.
“Sure.”
Instead of driving there, Castiel offered to be the ride. Dean gave Castiel the location, and you know exactly where he wants to take you two. He’s going to the place where his precious car is being stored for the time being. You know he really misses her, but it’s only a matter of time before you can use it again. With a flutter of angel wings, you and Dean disappear from your dad’s cabin to the place where Baby is being stored.
“Thanks for the lift.”
“My pleasure.” Dean walks to his baby and lifts the corner of the tarp covering her, smiling softly at the shiny metal. “Dean…”
“I know you’re scared, Castiel,” you cut in before he can say anything more. “I’m scared. You let these things in, and they beat you, and now you’re afraid of facing them because they might beat you again. I understand that, but we have a way to end this. It doesn’t matter what you did, Castiel. It matters what you do now, and you’re the only one who can help take all of them down. You did a bad thing, but that doesn’t make you a bad person.”
“I’m not good luck, Y/N,” Castiel whispers.
“She’s right, you know. Bottom of the ninth, and you’re the only guy left on the bench… Sorry, but I’d rather have you, cursed or not. Anyway, nut up, alright? We’re all cursed. Do we seem like good luck to you?” Dean says the same thing but in his own way. Castiel stares at the two of you with an unknown look on his face. “What?”
“Well, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, but I detect a note of forgiveness from both of you.”
“That’s because we’re giving it to you, Castiel. You’ve earned it.”
“Well, I’ll go with you, and I’ll do my best.”
“Thanks,” Dean says with a small smile.
“So, can I ask what the plan is?”
“Well, according to Crowley, Dick knows we’re coming, so we’re gonna announce ourselves–big,” Dean smirks.
“Go big or go home,” you shrug.
Dean never lets anyone drive his precious Baby, but he had to if he wanted to distract most of the Leviathans. You hated this idea, but you had to have Meg drive it so that the Leviathans would think it’s you instead of her. While she is speeding up to the doors, you and the Winchesters went through the back and split up. Sam is going to go find Kevin since they are holding him here, and you and Dean go with Castiel so he can point out where the real Dick is.
“Take her. Keep her safe, okay? I can’t kill Dick if I’m worried about her,” you say to Sam and hand Joanna to her.
“Of course.”
“Mama,” Joanna whines, reaching out for you.
“Not now, baby. You’re going to be with your uncle Sammy, okay? Be a good girl.”
You kiss her head and look at Sam before leaving for Dean and Castiel’s side.
“We’ll be right back, sweetheart,” Dean sighs.
He kisses his daughter before leaving so that it’s not any worse than it already is. You leave with the two men, trying to find the best way to Dick without raising suspicion. You’d rather not kill a bunch of Leviathans only to alert Dick and have him get away. It’s too quiet in this building, but you have a mission to do. Every Leviathan you see, you have to make sure they aren’t the real Dick based on Castiel’s opinion. When you see a Leviathan, he looks at them and nods yes or no if they are the real Dick.
Each one you pass is the wrong person, so you have to continue on until you reach the real one. Gunshots ring out from the front of the building, and you know Meg is doing her part. You only have so much time before Dick is alerted by them dying.
You’re about to walk past a conference room that had glass walls when you notice Dick sitting in there alone. You stop and look at Castiel, nodding to the room to tell him there is someone in there. You move out of the way so he can peek inside, but when he shakes his head at you, you know you have to keep looking.
If you had to guess, Dick would be in the bottom level where the labs would be so as to keep everything he’s doing out of the public eye. You three take the stairs to the labs which also have glass windows and walls. You turn the corner and see Dick and another Leviathan dressed like a doctor. Castiel peeks at them from behind you, and when he nods his head, you know you have your guy.
You bend down and sneak past the window so he won’t be able to see you when you come to a door that has access to the room. You unlock it with your magic and tiptoe inside, not alerting either Leviathan. Dick is standing there with his back to you, holding some kind of small creamer. You believe this will end mankind as you know it if he gets this distributed.
“You know, I think this might end up the slickest little genocide in history,” Dick chuckles, downing the small container.
“Thank you, sir,” the Leviathan grins, packing a box with the small creamers.
“Just sayin’. I smell 'promotion’.”
You sneak up behind the Leviathan and form a magical sword since it’s a lot quieter than Dean unsheathing his machete. You slice right through the Leviathan’s neck, cutting his head clean off. He gargles up blood but drops dead. If Dick didn’t know you were here before, he does now. He crushes the creamer container in his hands and turns around, making eye contact with your bright blue ones. He looks down at his friend, but he doesn’t have any reaction.
“Little abrupt… but okay,” he chuckles. “Castiel. Good to see you again. Thanks for the ride into paradise.”
Dean reaches into his jacket pocket and removes a bone soaked in blood. If you’re dealing with Dick, you have to be smarter than he is. The first rule of dealing with the diabolical ones is that you always need a back up, and this is your back up weapon. This is the distraction while you have the real one on you.
You just have to figure out the best time to use it.
“And good on you for pulling that together. A-plus.”
“Oh, you don’t think this’ll work, do you? You trust that demon?” Dean asks, stepping over Dick’s dead friend so he can get closer to him.
“You sure I’m even me, Dean?”
“No, but he is,” Dean says, gesturing to Castiel who glares at him. Based on Dick’s reaction, you know he doesn’t like that Castiel knows who everyone is. “See, here’s the thing when dealing with Crowley–he will always find a way to bone you.”
“This meeting’s over.”
Castiel is the first to try and take down Dick, but the Leviathan is quick to overpower him. Dick grabs Castiel’s shoulders and throws him into the wall behind him, watching as the plaster cracks beneath him. With him distracted, Dean uses that fake weapon and stabs Dick in the chest. He gasps and staggers, but this, of course, doesn’t work on him.
You have the real thing.
Dick laughs and removes the bone with no issue, snapping it in two with his bare hands. You have to be smarter than Dick if you want to kill him. You think back to what your mom said to you when you were in your magical coma after trying to defeat two Leviathans.
“Leviathans are powerful creatures, and it takes a lot more than normal to take them down–more than what you and your daughter can provide.”
If you can’t combine your magic with your daughter’s to defeat Dick, then you have to use your other abilities to achieve it. You close your eyes and take a deep breath to calm yourself, and because of it, you think of the perfect solution. Dean and Castiel don’t know what you’re going to do, they just know you’re going to do something.
“Did you really think you could trump me?” Dick laughs.
“No, but she can.”
You open your eyes just as a wave of magic stems from your body onward. Everything slows down until it stops completely. You have stopped the effects of time once again, and not even Dick can go against that. You look at Dean to see him smirking because he knows that your side is going to win. Castiel looks very worried because in his mind, there is doubt you can pull this off. Dick looks cocky because Dean’s words haven’t sunk into his brain just yet. The more you use this power, the more you have control over it.
You make sure not to touch anything or anyone–you don’t want to fuck this up before it’s even had a chance to start. You maneuver to behind Dick, looking to your left through the small windows on the doors. You can see Kevin and Sam rush over to the room with Joanna in your brother-in-law’s arms.
“I hope you know how much I love you,” you say to Joanna even though she can’t hear you. You’re not even sure why you’re saying this, but you have a feeling something bad is going to happen. “I hope you know that your dad and I would do anything to give you the childhood we never had. I hope you get that, baby girl.”
You turn back to Dick and take the real weapon out of your jacket pocket. A single tear slides down your face as you return time back to normal. Your magic is sucked back into your body as if it never left. Dick looks around for you, and you reach up to tap his shoulder. He swiftly turns around to face you, your feet are almost touching with how close you two are.
“This is for my dad, you Dick.” You take the real weapon and slam it into his neck, watching as it sticks out on the other end. You’re blown back from the impact, knocking into Castiel. Dick yells in pain and in agony that he lost this battle to a couple of hunters. “Don’t fucking mess with a witch next time.”
As soon as you stick that weapon in his neck, Sam and Kevin come barreling into the room with worried looks on their faces. Dick’s face transforms into his Leviathan form before returning to normal. Black blood starts to pour out of his nose and mouth, but he isn’t fazed by it at all. He starts to laugh evilly, in a way that makes your skin crawl. Waves of energy pulsate from his body in time with a loud, accelerating heartbeat. Suddenly, the energy is sucked back into his body in the same way that your magic was sucked into yours.
Due to this, Dick explodes into black goo. You close your eyes to shield yourself from the blast, but when you open your eyes, you’re not in the lab anymore.
In fact, you’re not even in the same environment.
You scramble to your feet and look around you to gauge just how bad this is. You’re not in the Sucrocorp building anymore… you’re in a dark forest. There are whispers and shuffling coming from all around you, but you can’t see anyone with your normal vision and your magic.
“Dean!” you shout.
You don’t think that’s a good idea, but you’re alone and scared.
“Sam!”
No one is answering you, which makes you think you’re all alone here.
“Joanna?” you ask, but much more quietly.
Tears brim your eyes when you have no clue what you did or even where you are. More importantly, what happened to Sam and your daughter? And why aren’t they with you?
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You grab Joanna and walk to the bedroom so you can get ready as well as get her ready. You set her on the bed and watch as she stands and bounces on the bed gently. You chuckle and grab one of your shirts from the drawers. You look at the shirt and just sigh, taking a seat on the end of the bed. You’ve been waiting for this moment for months, to kill Dick for killing your father. You have all the ingredients, you have the weapon, now you just need a plan of attack.
You’re so much in your own head that you don’t hear the bedroom door open and your husband walk in.
“You okay?”
“This has to work Dean,” you sigh and look up at him. “If it doesn’t, he’s going to kill us and Joanna. That’s a guarantee.”
“That’s the exact reason why this is going to work. You’re a damn light witch, and the best one at that.”
“I want him dead for what he did,” you say emotionally, sniffling to keep the tears in.
“You’re going to get the chance to avenge your dad’s death. We’ll make sure Joanna is out of harm’s way. We’ll keep her with Sam and have him hang back if that will make you feel better.”
“I love you.”
You stand up and kiss him with everything you got, keeping in mind your daughter who has no idea what is going on. You pull away and turn to the bed to get dressed when your daughter does something you knew was coming for a while now but didn’t know it would be now. Dean starts to leave the room, but she doesn’t want him to go just yet. The bed isn’t as hard as the floor, so she wobbles and falls a few times as she tries to run to him.
“Dada,” she says, reaching out to him.
Both yours and Dean’s jaws drop but for different reasons.
“Traitor,” you gasp playfully.
“What the hell did she just say?” Dean gasps.
“Dada!” Joanna says again, reaching out for him.
“Yes, I’m your daddy!” Dean laughs happily.
He picks Joanna up and spins her around, kissing her cheeks.
“Do you know who I am?” you ask her, taking her tiny hands between two fingers.
“Dada!” she squeals.
You look at Dean and see hints of tears in his eyes. You know how much this means to him, and you’re glad he got to have this moment.
“Are you okay?” you chuckle.
“I’m just happy,” he whispers truthfully.
You haven’t seen that smile in a long time, and you’re glad he has it now.
“Well, you definitely got a Daddy’s girl. Come on, let’s get ready.”
You quickly change into more comfortable clothing before leaving the bedroom. You smile widely when you hear Dean talking to his baby girl as if she can talk in full sentences. You have no clue what is going to happen later, but you’re glad you got to her hear first word and see her first steps.
You don’t know what’s going to happen, but you have a feeling it won’t be good.
You’re finally outside of Sucrocorp, but you have to have a plan instead of going in half-assed. You have to scout the area, see where Dick is, and then follow up with a plan. There are three of you, so you have more wiggle room here. Dean parked a ways away from the building, using binoculars to see while Sam is using his laptop to get into the cameras using whatever Charlie left on his laptop.
“You got it yet?”
“Here we go.”
You scoot further up so you’re right behind the brothers to see the laptop. Sam’s laptop shows footage of the board room where a meeting is still in progress. Dick is sitting there talking to his fellow Leviathans, and your eyes narrow.
“Thank you, Charlie, wherever you are,” Sam mutters.
“Got you, Dick.”
“Yeah, that’s the second floor.” The screen changes to show more cameras, one of which is the camera right outside Dick’s office where you can clearly see him sitting at his office, alone. “What the hell? Is that Dick?”
The screen now shows footage of Dick walking alone in a hallway.
“Son of a bitch. This motherfucker told everyone to look like him so we wouldn’t know who the real Dick is,” you curse.
“Cycle through again,” Dean orders.
While Sam is doing that, you grab the binoculars and notice someone walking to the front door. When you clear your vision, you notice it’s the maid you saw at the motel when you left Emily all alone. It’s the same motel room your dad went missing from.
“Son of a bitch,” you curse.
“What?”
“That’s the maid from the motel. The room where my dad disappeared to. We found him.” The maid walks to the building in determination. “Oh no, dad, what are you doing?”
“Wait. Are you saying that Bobby–”
“Look, just, uh, wait here.”
“I’ll go with you,” Sam says.
“Are you two out of your mind?”
“Don’t worry, Dean. I have the weapon, you have eyes on Dick, plural. We’ll take care of my dad. We’ll be right back.”
“Sam! Y/N!”
You and Sam leave the car without waiting for Dean’s response. You two rush over to the maid before she could even enter the building and alert all the Leviathans there. Sam decides to take the direct approach while you hang back just in case something bad happens. Sam rushes in front of the maid, holding his hands to stop her.
“Bobby? I know you’re in there. Listen to me. There are cameras everywhere. There’s one right there.” Sam points to one nearby. “Stop, okay? You’re gonna get her killed.” Your dad pushes Sam to the ground as hard as he can, but that doesn’t stop Sam from getting back up and trying again. “Bobby! Damn it! How are you gonna kill Dick, huh? You can’t!”
Your dad takes out a large knife from one of the maid’s pockets.
“Good enough for me,” she says in a distorted voice.
Your dad slashes at Sam to get him to move out of his way, and you gasp at his behavior. Sam looks up at the security camera and practically tackles your dad to the ground behind a parked vehicle to stay out of sight of the cameras.
“No! I’m not letting you go.”
“Get out of here, Sam. You too, Y/N.”
“No!” you yell.
Your dad slams Sam into the car and grabs his throat, squeezing it tightly.
“Daddy! Please stop!” you squeak, tears leaking from your eyes.
Your dad turns and looks at how scared you are. You would use your magic, but you don’t want to end up hurting the poor woman that he is inhabiting. Your dad knows how reckless he’s being, so he forces himself off Sam and leaves the woman’s body so that he’s a ghost again. The woman falls to the ground, but before she could crack her head open, you rush to catch her.
“We can’t be here.”
Sam coughs as he gathers himself. Your dad’s flask is inside the maid’s pockets, so you take it and place it in your own. Once Sam can breathe properly, he scoops the woman into his arms. You can’t get Dick tonight because of what your dad pulled, so you’ll have to score for tomorrow. If Dick was here all day today, then you know he is going to be here all day tomorrow. You and Sam bring the woman to the car where Dean is as confused as ever.
“What the hell happened?” Dean wonders.
“Just drive. We’ll explain later.”
Dean has no choice but to listen.
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You figured with all of your resources and people you know, you would have found your dad a lot sooner. He’s been missing for a whole ass month, doing whatever he’s been doing to try and get Dick Roman off his high throne. You have no way to track him down, so you have to wait until he comes to you instead of the other way around. The only thing you can focus on is your family and the fact that your little girl is now eleven months old. She is almost a year old, and you have no clue what you’re going to do for her birthday.
She is walking and is so close to talking, you can feel it. She is babbling a lot more and trying to imitate you or Dean whenever you sound out words to her. Your little girl is growing up so quickly, you can’t keep up with her. Before you know it, she is going to be going to preschool, and then she’s going to go to her prom.
Moments like these are special, and you have to hold them close to your heart because this only happens once in a lifetime. You can have more children, but there will always be one Joanna, so it’s going to be different with every child you may have. These moments are far in between because you’re this close to finally killing Dick. All you have left to do is grab Crowley’s blood and get a righteous bone, which is where you three are heading out to do.
You’re keeping Joanna entertained in the back seat with your magic. You’re making it rain down in sparkles and wisps, capturing her attention. She has bright green eyes, but the blue magic makes her eyes sparkle more. She coos and reaches out for the magic, but it’s always just out of reach for her.
“Are we almost there?” you ask.
“Exit is in three miles,” Sam says.
“I still say this is a bad idea,” Dean sighs.
“Dean, it was your idea, and it was the best one either of us had,” you chirp.
“I said it as a joke.”
“It was a bad joke–good idea.”
“Yeah, only because we got no magic spell, no book, and nothing on how to find a fucking righteous bone.”
“We can call Castiel again.”
“No, you know what happened last time. Y/N and I finally had some alone time, so we took the car out for a night, and just when things might have gotten good for us, Cas showed up naked on the car covered in bees.”
“For an angel, he was packing,” you grin.
“Really? That’s what you were focusing on?”
“Don’t worry, Dean. You’re bigger,” you whisper to him.
“Okay, I don’t want to hear that,” Sam cringes.
“What? From what I hear, you’ve seen how big he is.”
“You told her?” Sam asks and looks at his brother.
“Can we focus on what we’re doing here? Dick is held up at Sucrocorp right now. If we’re going to get him, that’s where we’re going to do it.”
Dean pulls off at the exit and heads to the cemetery where you’ll find your righteous bone. This cemetery was popular for housing a bunch of nuns back in the day, so if you’re going to find a righteous bone, this is where you’re going to do it. Dean only suggested this a joke, but it’s the only option you have right now. You head into the dark cemetery with Joanna in your arms. She managed to fall asleep in her car seat, but as soon as you moved to take it out, she woke up and started crying. As soon as she was in your arms, she fell back asleep.
This girl is going to be the death of you. She is her father’s daughter.
“Well, I guess if we can’t find a righteous bone in a fucking nun crypt, then we won’t find it anywhere else,” Dean shudders.
“Alright. Here,” Sam says and stops outside of an above-ground tomb where a bunch of nuns is laid to rest. “Listen to this. Sister Mary Benedict taught the learning-impaired and died at age twenty-three.”
Sam did some research about the women who were placed here after death to see who might be the most righteous. You hate stealing one of their bones, but it’s what you have to do to get rid of Earth’s worst monsters.
“Eh, it’s a little young. Find someone who’s had time to cook.”
“Okay, well, there was Sister Mary Eunice. Uh, fed the poor and became Mother Superior at age sixty.”
“Sounds political. Power corrupts,” you state.
“Right. Okay, listen to this–Sister Mary Constant, eighty years of quiet, humble nun-like goodness. What do you think?”
“Wow. I want to be more righteous just hearing this. Well, I lay odds on her. Here we go. Let’s bone this nun.” You and Sam give Dean a weird look, and a blush creeps up his cheeks. “Sorry.”
He removes a mallet from his duffel bag and goes to town on the coffin. Joanna slept through the whole thing because you know she feels safe in your arms. As soon as you grab the femur bone, you take off back to your dad’s cabin. You have three of the four ingredients–Castiel’s blood, the alpha’s blood, and the righteous bone. All you need is Crowley’s blood.
You waited until you were back in your dad’s cabin to do the spell to summon Crowley. He made a whole point of making sure he was the last one because his blood was “special” and “can be used against him”. Paranoid bastard. Joanna is playing in her playpen, picking up her toys, and organizing where they go. It’s crazy how much she loves walking and running. She loves playing tag with Dean, squealing whenever he catches her. You know she’s doing it because she loves getting caught.
She’s going to make a great witch one day.
With everything in the bowl to summon Crowley, he lights a match and tosses it in there. Crowley loves making an entrance, but he is taking way too long to show up. Something is wrong. He either wants to screw you guys over or he’s in trouble. Either way, it doesn’t look like he’s coming.
“Is he trying to make a grand entrance or…?”
“I don’t know.”
“Son of a bitch. He’s standing us up.”
“He’s either screwing us over or he’s in trouble. I have a feeling Dick has something to do with it,” you sigh.
“Maybe.” There is a knock at the door, and Sam takes out his gun as a precaution. He walks over to the door and looks through the peephole to see who it is. “Maybe it’s good news.”
Sam opens the door revealing Meg. You roll your eyes when she walks in as if she lives here.
“Great,” you scoff.
“You deal with him. I can’t anymore.”
“You might want to be more specific.”
“I was laying low halfway across the world when emo boy pops up out of nowhere and zaps me right back here.”
“Castiel? Why?” you wonder.
“Go ask him. He was your boyfriend first,” she says to you and Dean.
You know Joanna is going to be safe with Sam in here, so you leave her in her playpen as you and Dean walk outside where Castiel is sitting in a red car in front of the cabin. You look both ways before crossing the street, stopping on the driver’s side where Castiel is.
“Hey, there,” Dean says, leaning on the car and bending down. Castiel raises his hand and waves but doesn’t say a word. “So, Cas, what’s the word?”
“Well, Dean, I’ve been thinking. Monkeys are so clever, and they’re sensible in that they leave the skins on the bananas that they eat. Is it really necessary to test cosmetics on them? I mean, how important is lipstick to you, Dean?”
“What?” you ask, very confused.
“You want to come inside and, uh, tell us what’s going on?”
“Of course.”
Castiel gets out of the car, and you escort him to the house where Sam and Meg are waiting. Sam is holding Joanna in his arms as she plays with his hair and tangles it in her tiny fingers, but he doesn’t seem to care. You’re glad he did this because you don’t trust Meg one ounce.
“Now, you understand I don’t participate in aggressive activity.” Castiel picks up the bone you stole and sniffs it. “Mm. Sister Mary Constant. Good choice.”
“Why’d you go to Meg, Cas?” Sam wonders.
“When I left, I wanted to observe the flowers and fruit. Flowers come first, obviously, but I heard nothing from them.”
“You heard nothing from who, Castiel?”
“The Garrison.”
“What happened to the Garrison?”
“Well, finally, the silence was deafening, so I went to look at the home of the Prophet. You know, Leviathans can kill angels. There’s a reason why Father locked them in Purgatory. They’re the Piranha that would eat the whole aquarium. They’re gone. The entire Garrison–dead. If there’s anyone left at all, they’re in hiding.”
“Wait, you’re saying all the angels are dead? Where’s Kevin?” you ask worriedly.
“I could steal them from their cages, the monkeys. But where would I put them all?”
“Hey!” Dean claps his hands in front of Castiel’s face. “Focus. Is Kevin alive?”
“I don’t want to fight.”
“No, I’m not–” Dean sighs and returns to his calm self. “We’re very worried.”
“They took him. He’s alive. I felt such responsibility, but it’s in your hands now.”
“Wait, hold on a fucking minute.”
“I feel much better.”
“Guys, what’s all that?” Meg asks, seeing the table you were using to summon Crowley.
“We called Crowley.”
“You what?”
“Don’t worry. He never showed.”
“What do you mean never–”
“Do you see him anywhere? He stood us up!” Dean cuts her off.
“Well, I’m sorry about that, but I’m out. He could still sh–-”
“Show up at any time,” Crowley finishes her sentence, appearing out of nowhere. “Hello boys and Y/N. Sorry, I’m late. This is an embarrassment of riches.” He turns to Meg who looks scared. “Stay, won’t you. There’s really nowhere to run.”
Meg runs for the door, but Crowley disappears from where he is to right in front of her, blocking her exit.
“Don’t even think of smoking out, pussycat. I’ve got eyes all over the place.”
“Leave her be,” Castiel says, coming to her protection.
“Castiel. When last we spoke, you, well, enslaved me. I’m confused. Why aren’t you dead?”
“I don’t know.”
“Well, do you want to be? ‘Cause I can help with that.”
“Alright, that’s enough,” you butt in.
“It’s enough when I say. I came here to help you. I find out you’ve been lying to me, harboring an angel, and not just any angel–the one angel I most want to crush between my teeth.”
“Oh, so you can crush angels now, huh?” Meg sasses.
“You bore me. Do you know that? You have no sense of poetry.” He turns to Castiel. “Now, what do you have to say for yourself?”
“Well, I’m still, uh, honing my communication strategy. I haven’t even been back to Heaven. I-I keep thinking there are no insects up there, but here we have trillions. You know, they’re making honey and silk and… miracles, really.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Um, preferring insects to angels, I guess. Here. I can offer a token if you like.” Castiel pulls out a bag of a yellow substance from his trench coat. “It’s honey. I-I collected it myself.”
“You’re off your rocker. He’s off his rocker, is that it? Karma’s a bitch, isn’t it?” Crowley asks you three.
“Look, did you come here to donkey-punch your old grudges or to help us end Dick? Pick a battle.”
“Well, I’m vexed. I’d like to do both, but where’s the fun in clobbering a ball of wet fur? Text me when Sparkles here retrieves his marbles, I suppose. Meanwhile, a prezzie.”
Crowley takes out a vial of his blood and tosses it to you. You catch it easily and stare at it, looking at him suspiciously.
“Just like that?”
“I’m a model of efficiency.”
“Is that right? Then why were you late?”
“Dick had me in a devil trap. He’s not an idiot. He knows what you three are after.”
“What did he offer you?” you ask, pocketing the blood so he can’t take it from you.
“A fair deal in exchange for giving you the wrong blood. It’s demon, but is it mine?” He pauses for dramatic effect, but you’re not in the mood for it. “It’s my blood. Real deal.”
“Why should we trust you?”
“Good God, don’t. Never trust anyone. A lesson I learned from my last business partner,” Crowley sighs, looking at Castiel. “Oh, bonus. Meg, I’m gonna scoop you up, take you home, and roast you till you’re jerky.” Castiel feels protective over her and advances to Crowley, but he holds his hands up. “But not… yet. Cas can have you for now. Hilariously, it seems he’d be upset at losing you. The boys and Y/N need Cas to get Dick. Don’t they, Cas?”
“Oh, I–I don’t fight anymore,” the angel stutters.
“Come on. Given the particulars of your enemy, sadly, you’re vital.”
Crowley winks at you before disappearing, and oddly, Meg is gone too. You take the blood out and look at it, tossing it to Dean who catches it.
“Well, one thing’s for sure–we only get one shot.”
“You know this thing doesn’t reload, right? Dick won’t let us kill him twice.”
“Yeah, I know. You think Crowley’s double-crossing us?” Sam asks.
“You’ve got to figure who he wants dead more–us or Dick.”
“Depends what Dick offered. Here we go.”
Sam takes the righteous bone and places it in a different bowl, turning to another one where the blood is going to go. He pours Castiel’s blood in, then the Alpha’s, and finally Crowley’s. He takes the bowl of blood and holds it over the righteous bone.
“Uh, there’s no magic words. We just… just go.”
“Alright then.”
Sam pours the blood over the bone, but nothing happens when he does so. You’d figure lightning or thunder would happen, but nothing is.
“Where are all the thunder and lightning?” Dean asks, thinking of the same thing.
“Maybe it worked?”
“Awesome.”
You hear the sound of angel wings before you feel the touch of someone’s hand on your shoulder. You turn and see Castiel standing there holding a plate of sandwiches.
“So, none of this should cause you any ill effects. I went to a little farm in Normandy for the wheat and the lettuce and tomato, and I thoroughly examined and comforted the pig before I slaughtered it for the ham. Here. You three need your strength.”
“Thanks, Castiel,” you smile and take the plate.
“Cas, why was Crowley so certain that you need to come with us?” Sam asks, not taking his plate.
“Crowley’s wrong. I’ll be waiting right here. Please, accept this sandwich as a gesture of solidarity.”
“I’m going to get ready. We have a big day ahead of us,” you state. You take a bite of the sandwich and moan at how fresh and good it tastes. “Thanks for the sandwich.”
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Request by @theothermrswinchester: You were in love with dean, he was in love with you. You admitted, but he wouldn’t for fear he’d lose you. You leave him,, and haven’t seen him for a few months. Dean turns into a demon now. Hunts you down, to admit he loves you. Since he knows nothing can get you now, and he’s not afraid.
Summary: Girl loves boy. Boy secretly loves girl. Girl leaves home. Boy doesn’t follow Girl. Months later, Boy finally finds Girl… but it’s not in good faith.
Square Filled: stalking (2021) for @spndarkbingo
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The library is filled with silence as you and Dean continue to stare at one another. No one has said a thing in the past fifteen minutes after what was just confessed. It wasn’t real before, more of a hope or a feeling, but now that it’s out in the open, it’s as real as you and Dean. Sam walked into the room five minutes ago, and he’s been watching you and his brother since.
“Are you two going to say something to each other?” Sam asks, breaking the silence.
“I already said something. It’s Dean’s turn,” you say and continue to look at the older brother.
Dean wants to say it back. He wants to tell you everything you want to hear. He wants to tell you that he’s so in love with you that it hurts… but he can’t. If he says it, then it becomes real, and then you could get seriously hurt because of it. Too many people have died because of him, and he is not going to let that happen to you.
If he pushes you away, then at least you’ll be alive to hate him.
“There’s nothing I need to say.”
If the sound of a heart breaking could be heard, then both brothers would hear it. You know he’s lying. You know how he feels, so why is he denying it? Does he not want to feel this way toward you? Maybe you don’t know him as much as you claim to know. The Mark of Cain has really changed him, and it’s not for the better.
“Well then. I guess there is no point in me staying here any longer,” you say and stand up.
“What? You’re leaving?” Sam gasps.
“Unless I’m given a reason to stay,” you ask, looking at Dean.
“If you want to go, then you should go,” he says and grabs his beer to drink it.
Without another word, you leave the table and march to your room, closing the door with a soft slam.
“Are you insane? You’re just going to let her leave?” Sam barks at his brother.
“What? She’s an independent woman. I’m not going to be the thing to hold her here if she doesn’t want to be here.”
“You know damn well that’s not what she meant.”
Sam scoffs and leaves the library to try and convince you to stay here. Dean may be impossible at some times, but he’d never want you to leave. Sam didn’t spend countless sleepless nights with Dean to hear how supple your breasts look in certain clothes.
That was three months ago, and you’ve been on your own ever since.
You didn’t want to know what Dean was up to because you left to get away from him. You went through a new guy every week just to try to get over him. It never worked, but you’re going to keep trying until Dean is no longer on your mind.
While you were trying to get Dean out of your mind, Dean has been doing everything he could to get you back into his life. He has a new look on life, and he’s no longer afraid of small things like death or losing a loved one. He’d never let you out of his sight, so he doesn’t have to worry about you leaving him. He has new powers–demonic powers–so things like fear and emotions aren’t in his vocabulary anymore.
The second he turned to the dark side, he knew where you were. He kept you in sight for months, stalking you to figure out when the best time to grab you is. You’re not hunting anymore, but you do go to hunter’s bars to meet men there. It’s pathetic, really, but given your circumstances, he understands.
For the past few months, you knew there was something over your shoulder watching you, but you could never figure out who it was. You’d know it if it were Sam or Dean since they aren’t very good at being subtle. However, whenever you do look over your shoulder… there is no one there.
Some people have a sixth sense of knowing when they’re being watched, and your sixth sense has been going off ever since you left the Bunker. It’s not a good kind of watching either–not like an angel watching over you sort of shit. No, this is more sinister as if you’re in danger.
It’s hard knowing there is something out there watching you, waiting for the right moment to strike. Not knowing when that moment will come.
The bunker is the only home you’ve ever known, and you don’t have any money to grab yourself a real place. So, much like what Sam and Dean did before finding the Bunker, you live in and out of motels around the United States. You take on odd jobs to help pay for it. It’s not ideal, but it works right now.
Or it did.
You put the key into your door, walking in when you get it unlocked. You’d just come back from a night of hustling men for money at pool. It’s something Dean taught you how to master. You take one foot in the room and immediately freeze. The lights are off and it’s in the same condition that you left it in, but there is something off about the room. You’re not even sure you want to go inside right now, but you do anyway just to prove to yourself that nothing is in here.
However, when you turn on the light, that’s when whoever is in the room attacks.
You’re slammed into the door behind you, and you look into familiar green eyes that you left a long time ago.
“Dean? What the hell! You fucking scared me!” you gasp.
“It’s nice to see you too. Long time no see, Y/N. You broke my heart when you left.”
“When I left? You let me leave! You didn’t want to man up about how you felt!”
“Yeah, and now I couldn’t care less,” he smirks.
He blinks and his eyes turn pitch black. Your own eyes widen in shock. The anti-possession tattoo is peeking out from underneath his shirt, so he can’t be possessed. Then how the hell is he a demon?
“You see,” he continues, “I’ve spent months watching you… listening to you breathe at night… watching you fuck those men… and I’ve come to realize that you were never theirs. No, you’re mine and only mine. I let you go once, and I don’t plan on letting you go again.”
“How the hell is this possible?”
“Anything is possible, sweetheart.”
For the first time in your life… you don’t feel safe in Dean’s arms… and the thought scares you.
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“Baby? Is something wrong?” Dean asks wondering why you want to sleep in your room.
“I’m tired and you know, it’s that time of the month when I need some alone time with rom com movies and sweets,” you lie.
“Okay. Yell when you need me,” you smile softly but don’t give in this time. You know Dean means well but tonight you just can’t be with him.
“Night, Dean,” cupping his face you press a soft kiss to his lips, sighing.
When you left the library, Dean cocks his head. “Okay. What’s wrong with Y/N?”
“Tomorrow is Mother’s Day, Dean,” Sam looks up from his book, frowning when Dean doesn’t seem to understand the meaning of his words.
“Oh, she misses her mom?” Dean wonders, he misses his mother too and wishes he could give her a gift or just talk to her on days like these.
“Not just that, Dean. It’s…uh…you see she wants a baby but in life like ours,” closing his book Sam tries to explain why you want to be alone the night before Mother’s Day.
Characters: Firefighter!Dean x Doctor!Reader, Garth, other minor characters
Word Count: 4.1k
Warnings: Angst, Fluff, SMUT (Oral - f. receiving, fingering, P-in-V, unprotected sex - 18+ only!)
A/N: I know, I know, it’s been months, and I’m so sorry! But chapter 11 is finally here, yay! I hope this makes up for the ridiculously long hiatus but I finally had the chance to sit down, go over it and get things to piece together how I wanted, and hopefully how you’ll like. Thank y’all so much for reading! Sitting my ass down right-fucking-now to get the next chapter out as soon as possible!
Here’s my full Masterlist if you’d like to read more!
Your voice caught in your throat, you feel all blood drain from your cheeks and a sudden chill settle in your bones.
Dean. He is here, standing but a few feet from you, expectant eyes staring deep into your soul, waiting on bated breath for your response. It’s only been a few seconds, yet you feel as though you’ve been standing in place for eons – watching him, admiring his breathtaking beauty that somehow seems to have doubled in the few months you’ve spent apart from each other.
He makes a small movement towards you, and you curse yourself silently when your feet shuffle backwards instinctively. You want to respond, are yelling at yourself to say something, anything at all, but words fail as if the connection between your brain and your mouth is severed. The door to your side opens and you jump in place as Annabel steps into the room. The breeze accompanying her entrance courses around you, serves to shock you off your frozen state and you can hear Annabel introducing herself to Dean. She turns to you and you hand her the chart you’d been clutching in your arms, your own movements robotic and stiff. The lock to the en suite clicks and you see a thin man exit, he has a kind smile for you as Annabel explains to him who you are. Forcefully, you return the smile and continue looking at the strange man as Annabel talks to him about next steps, but you’re painfully aware of the green eyes burning holes in the side of your face. You chance a look to where Dean still stands next to the patient bed and could almost see the exact second where his expression turns from one of shock to one you can’t quite place, but are fairly certain is anger.
Warnings: SMUT (this is R-rated so please please do not read if you are under 18) - light bondage, unprotected sex, fingering. Some fluff, some angst. Jealousy.
A/N: Every now and then I find some extra time, and thankfully inspiration, to write so yeah this happened… enjoy!
Warnings: Angst, show-level violence (TW: Torture), some fluff
A/N: Back again from another Hiatus, tbh things have been bleak creatively-speaking. This just sort of happened, I’m sorry in advance but I hope you enjoy reading. Thank you to everyone for your patience and support, you’re all amazing! Special thanks to my lovely @downanddirtydean for being the absolute best!
Here’s my full Masterlist if you’d like to read more! ☺️
Heavy rain beat down on the desolate road upon which Dean drove in the middle of the night. The rhythmic tapping of rainwater pounding against the frame of his 1967 Chevy Impala was drowned out by the riffs of a guitar coming from the speakers inside the cabin. Despite the dangers posed by the deluge currently surrounding him, Dean did not stop.
Instead, he stepped further down on the gas, forcing the engine to work overtime against the environment. The cacophony of noises was more than enough to ensure that Dean could hear nothing but random sound, not even his own thoughts.
It had been a week since he last had any contact with anyone, including his brother, Sam. A week since he lost his best friend, a week since he took the lives of an entire family in a blind rage that scared even him.
Warnings: SMUT (this is R-rated so please please do not read if you are under 18) - light bondage, unprotected sex, fingering. Some fluff, some angst. Jealousy.
A/N: Every now and then I find some extra time, and thankfully inspiration, to write so yeah this happened… enjoy!
Warnings: SMUT (this is R-rated so please please do not read if you are under 18) - light bondage, unprotected sex, fingering. Some fluff, some angst. Jealousy.
A/N: Every now and then I find some extra time, and thankfully inspiration, to write so yeah this happened… enjoy!
Warnings: Angst, show-level violence (TW: Torture), some fluff
A/N: Back again from another Hiatus, tbh things have been bleak creatively-speaking. This just sort of happened, I’m sorry in advance but I hope you enjoy reading. Thank you to everyone for your patience and support, you’re all amazing! Special thanks to my lovely @downanddirtydean for being the absolute best!
Here’s my full Masterlist if you’d like to read more! ☺️
Heavy rain beat down on the desolate road upon which Dean drove in the middle of the night. The rhythmic tapping of rainwater pounding against the frame of his 1967 Chevy Impala was drowned out by the riffs of a guitar coming from the speakers inside the cabin. Despite the dangers posed by the deluge currently surrounding him, Dean did not stop.
Instead, he stepped further down on the gas, forcing the engine to work overtime against the environment. The cacophony of noises was more than enough to ensure that Dean could hear nothing but random sound, not even his own thoughts.
It had been a week since he last had any contact with anyone, including his brother, Sam. A week since he lost his best friend, a week since he took the lives of an entire family in a blind rage that scared even him.
Warnings: SMUT (this is R-rated so please please do not read if you are under 18) - light bondage, unprotected sex, fingering. Some fluff, some angst. Jealousy.
A/N: Every now and then I find some extra time, and thankfully inspiration, to write so yeah this happened… enjoy!
Warnings: SMUT (this is R-rated so please please do not read if you are under 18) - light bondage, unprotected sex, fingering. Some fluff, some angst. Jealousy.
A/N: Every now and then I find some extra time, and thankfully inspiration, to write so yeah this happened… enjoy!
