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.
Summary:Y/N was different from the rest; living in a quaint lakehouse, on the edge of one of the most rich and prosperous towns in America. She was surrounded with the elite, the wealthy and people who never took responsibility for their actions. Money gave them everything, while in turn, it had taken something from her. In result, she kept her distance, never wanting to get involved with high society, until one fateful night changed her life…forever.
Rating:18+
Warnings: Slow burn, mentions of sex, sex language, conflicting thoughts, swears, drunken Jo. That’s about it. Please don’t hate me. :’)
A/N:Kids are pea tree dishes for germs. I S2G. Another cold and another weekend feeling rotten. Ugh. I’m fine though…lots of sleep! Slow burn still be burning…but could there be something coming up…maybe…possibly? *nervous grin* I hope you enjoy! Thank you so much for your love, and for reading <3
I also want to say a massive thank you to my wonderful @deanwanddamons for being my wonderful beta, and for kicking my ass where needed. Love you <3 __________________________
Dinner had been and gone, over an hour of monotonous speeches from the society’s most upstanding members had nearly driven him into madness. He had to sit at the head table next to his parents, a forced smile on his lips paired with a mask of engaged expression. Still, there he sat, his fingers wrapped tightly around his whiskey tumbler as his thumb tapped at the glass, zoning out from all conversations around him. In truth, his mind was elsewhere. Every chance he got, he looked around the room, each flash of red pulling his attention like a bull to a matador.
While standing on the staircase in search of the woman who had captured his curiosity, his father had demanded he announce that it was time for their guests to eat. Granted, after his little sex escapade, this part of the night had been delayed by around two hours and it hadn’t looked good. But from what he could gather, no-one had reallyminded thanks to the waiters that were carrying around appetizers such as smoked salmon crostini, sushi cups and heirloom tomato bruschetta. Of course, he hadn’t chosen those; if it were up to him there would be mini beef sliders and bacon cheese bites but Rowena had insisted that this event should carry class in every way possible.
Taking a sip of his beverage, he looked up from the spot of tablecloth he had been burning a hole with his stare and glanced at the sea of people that still occupied the space. The woman of his desire was still nowhere to be found and he had started to question whether she had maybe left the masquerade entirely. He hoped not; the thought of not seeing her again, not knowing who she was…it bothered him beyond belief.
Readjusting his mask, the one he had been ordered to put back on by his father after Dean’s hastily chase of the red dressed enchantress, he stood from his seat. Guests were now heading back into the main hall, some dancing to the music the band were providing, others topping up their beverages at the bar. He thought it was the best time to blend back into the crowd and to try and find out any information he could. He had to be careful to not break the rules, knowing that it was frowned upon to find out someone’s identity if they hadn’t personally requested it. But still, he had to try…right?
Downing the rest of the alcohol in his hand, he left his glass on the table where he’d been sitting before he weaved himself around the groups of people that had congregated in gossiping circles. He hadn’t fixed his tie, the top button of his shirt undone as he now opted for a more casual look. Of course, his dad had scowled at him for that too but his mom had come to his defense and reminded the elder Winchester that her son still looked formally presentable.
As he straightened the sleeves on his suit, the host was totally unaware that someone was following him in his footsteps, delicately stalking him like a lioness hunted their prey. Just as he was about to walk through the main hall doors, he felt fingers wrap around his forearm, halting his movements and turning him swiftly to the side to face them. It took him a few seconds to register who it was that had such a tight hold on him, but when it clicked, his face grew stoic. It was Bela.
“Dean–” the brunette started, her expression a mixture of anger and fake pleading.
“–not now,” he grumbled, removing himself from her grasp before wiping at the fabric she had been gripping.
“Why the hell–” she started again, clearly not listening to a word he was saying. He let out a growl; he was already irritated, thanks to losing the one woman he had ever felt some sort of connection with, so Bela’s constant yipping at his heels was certainly not helping. He wanted to be left alone, he had told her that they were done and in his mind, there was nothing more to say.
“–need I remind you that you’re at a Lights Out event?” Dean interrupted, his voice low and authoritative as he stalked closer towards her, his shoulders broadening with dominance. “You’ve already crossed one line by announcing Zachiarah’s presence without his permission earlier this evening. Do you really want to cause a scene and add to that list?”
His threat caused her mouth to fall agape, her lips closing and opening like a fish desperate for air as she tried to process what just happened. But Dean remained unmovable, his stare powerful as he conveyed the message that he was someone not to be messed with.
Eventually though, she found her words, and spat at him through gritted teeth, “this isn’t over.”
“Well for me, princess, it is,” he stated before he gestured to the main hall and forced a sarcastic smile. “Enjoy the rest of the party.”
With anger fueling his veins, Dean pushed himself back into the thick of the event, mingling with his guests and listening to any and all stories they had to tell him. He ensured he kept his distance from Bela, and his father, wanting to try and focus on the people that surrounded him. Not everyone in this room was bad; he knew Cas was here somewhere, as was Joanna and Benny. The only three he knew not to be gold digging, status obsessed, brainwashed elitists.
He remembered reading somewhere that power was addictive, that once anyone has had a taste of it, the craving is always there for more. It was a drug, one that had ruined many lives and many relationships in the pursuit of it. Growing up, the green-eyed Winchester thought he wanted that life. He was grateful for what his father had provided him with; clothes, food on the table, a roof over his head and a successful career. But it was only as he grew older, started to see the world in a different light, did he realise that there was more to existence than just being the most prestigious and richest family in the valley.
Bringing him out of his thoughts, was the heavy hand that landed upon his shoulder. A quick glance to his right revealed his company and he was relieved when he heard the sound of a familiar southern twang, “Any luck brother?”
“No,” Dean sighed, shaking his head before he slid one hand into one of his pockets, “Unless she’s gone back to hiding in the rooms downstairs.”
“I just came from there,” Benny informed him, before a little chuckle passed his lips, “pun not intended.” He finished, causing Dean to let out a little huff of laughter. “Evan’s not seen her since she left the scene of your dirty crime.”
“Alright, alright,” the host smiled, giving into the jest that his friend was offering. It was then that a sight at the bar caught his eye. “I’ve got a few more people I can ask, someones got to know her…right?”
To that, his friend nodded in agreement, “Sure thing. I’ll keep lookin’, just…try not to be too disappointed if we can’t locate her.”
Dean slapped the top of Benny’s arm once in a silent acknowledgement of his words, before he began to travel the distance to his next target. He didn’t want to admit that the words of the cajun had stung a little, but nonetheless they had. Not finding her wasn’t something he wanted to entertain, even if he had no idea what he would say if he did work out who it was. He just had to know who it was he had slept with, who made him feel so differently.
Approaching the bar, he smiled when he saw one of his good friends, Jo, knocking back another shot of tequila, her lips bulging with the lime she had just sucked on. He couldn’t help but laugh at the sight when she turned to see him standing by her side.
“Hey,” he chuckled, his palm warm between her shoulder blades as he continued to watch her. Her eyes went wide, and she quickly spat out the fruit in her mouth onto the wooden surface below so she could talk.
“Dean, Dean, Dean,” she greeted, coming to slap his chest playfully as that was as far as she could reach from her seated position. “How’s my favorite masquerade event holder person?”
“Are you drunk?” he questioned, his smile unmoving as he tried to catch her gaze. The way she was currently swaying, and how her words were leaving her lips, wrapped in an intoxicated tone, told him all he needed to know.
Jo just brought up her forefinger and thumb, squinting as she pinched them together to show just the tiniest gap, “Little bit.”
With that, Dean lifted his free hand and flagged down the server, pointing down towards the blonde who he had subconsciously moved closer to in case she fell off the stool towards him. “Can I get a water? Thanks.”
“Boo!” Joanna exclaimed, a frown deep on her brow as she looked up at him, “H20, is a no.”
“Trust me, you’ll thank me in the morning,” he commented before removing his touch, and pulling up a seat next to her. “You enjoying yourself?”
“I am,” the blonde replied happily, leaning back to drum her fingers against the surface in front of her, “and I have lots of contacts who could come in handy.” When Dean didn’t respond, Jo pouted slightly before she rested her fingers upon his clasped hands, “You look sad.”
“I’m just looking for someone,” he informed her, his lips only pulling up partially at his revelation. “Actually, that’s why I came over here. I’m wondering if you could help me?”
“Oh is this going to be like one of those old fashioned Poirot films?” the blonde gasped, her hand coming up in front of her to gesture as if she was picturing the movie sign. “Mystery at the Winchester Manor.”
“Uhh,” he started, trying his hardest to not laugh at his friend. “Not so much. I’m searching for a woman. She’s wearing a–”
“–DEAN WINCHESTER!” The stern shout of his name caused him to stop mid sentence and turn around to see his father storming towards him from a couple of paces away.
“Dad?” He questioned, confused as to why the hell he was so angry with him when all he had done was exactly as he had been told. He was also bewildered at how loud his name had been announced, considering the rules of the event that his kin had now broken, the rules that had been so heavily enforced by his parent himself.
“Excuse us,” John spoke softly to Joanna, before grabbing Dean by the shoulder and escorting him to the corner of the room. Once there, he let go of his son before he placed his hands firmly onto his hips. “Have you lost your damn mind?!”
“What have I done wrong now?” Dean exclaimed through a hushed tone, not wanting to draw any more attention to himself.
“Bela Talbot?” his dad informed, unable to stand still as his feet paced him a few inches back and forth. “Yeah, she’s just told me you broke up with her!”
Of course she did.
“So what if I did?!” The green-eyed son shot back, fed up of being pulled and moulded to his fathers expectations.
“I told you to keep her close because of a deal I’m planning with her father,” John muttered, his teeth gritted as his nostrils flared. “This will not work in our favor now you’ve upset his only daughter! You need to make amends, get back with her - now.”
To that, the host could only shake his head, ignoring the pang of hurt that fuelled the angry fire that warmed his body. “And what about how I feel?”
“Howyoufeel?” his dad repeated back to him, his tone sarcastic as his eyebrows hit his greying hairline. “Dean, you were balls deep in another woman while she was waiting for you, lonely and broken hearted. She adores the ground you walk on, why can’t you be appreciative of that?!”
“That was a genuine mist–”
“–I’ve heard enough.” John raised his voice, the deep tones causing Dean to close his mouth. “For the rest of this night you will smile, make small talk with the rest of the guests and apologise to Miss Talbot while I do some damage control. Then the day after tomorrow, you will redeem yourself at the summer fayre by being the guest of honor and opening the event. You willmake up for the errors you’ve made this evening. Is that clear?”
“Crystal,” he spoke quietly, his jaw clenched as he tried to hold in the stormy rage that had begun to circle inside of him like a hurricane.
“Perfect.”
With a slap on the arm, John was quick to blend back into the crowd, leaving Dean standing there feeling manipulated and angry. He knew Bela wouldn’t just take no for an answer, but to go to his own father to get what she wanted was a sly and low move to make. He felt like he was a puppet on a set of strings, the wooden cross firmly in the hands of his peers who controlled his every movement. He wasn’t free to make his own choices, wasn’t allowed to do what he wanted as he always had to think of what damage it could do to the family name. Now here he was, trapped in a corner with nowhere to turn.
However, he wouldn’t back down straight away. If Dean was anything, he was stubborn and he would take his sweet ass time to apologise to the scheming princess who was undoubtedly waiting for him. So, storming back towards the bar, he grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the top shelf before he headed to the staircase in the centre of the hall, nodding at the guards to let him pass. He needed to breathe and have some time away from the fakery.
Walking towards his room, he unscrewed the cap off the alcohol and tucked it into his pocket before taking a generous swig. He winced when he felt the burn in his throat, but he was desperate to escape this nightmare he was currently living. His plan was to spend at least thirty minutes alone up here, to enjoy the peace and quiet before he had to polish his armor and head back down to the pit of ravenous wolves.
Opening his door, he immediately strolled over to the floor to ceiling windows that led onto his balcony and opened them, stepping out into the night air. The evening was still, only a light breeze tickled his skin as the moon shone down bright above him. It caused him to look up, to take in the small little gems that stood out so perfectly against the dark canvased sky. He had always found it peaceful, staring at the constellations and he would do it often in the hours he was alone.
That was when he felt his phone buzz in his pocket, and he remembered that he had the device on him. Pulling it out, he took another long drink from his bottle before a smile graced his lips upon seeing the name on the display.
Sam:How’s it going? Sorry I missed your call earlier, I was out on my run.
Dean hesitated in replying, his thumb instead hovering over the call button. It was at times like this where he really missed his little brother. It was that thought that made him call, bringing his cell to his ear as he heard the international dial.
“Hey man,” Sam greeted after two rings. “Aren’t you meant to be schmoozing right now?”
“Aren’t you meant to be in bed right now?” Dean shot back, unable to stop the grin that stretched his mouth as he heard the voice of his sibling.
“I was curious as to how you were getting along,” the youngest Winchester chuckled down the line. “Besides, you rang me first.”
“Yeah well I forgot that it was practically the crack of dawn for you. C’mon dude, why are you even awake at this time when you’re in paradise?” Dean stated, his tone one that told his brother that it was too damn early for him to be talking business.
“It’s around 8AM, so it’s not that bad,” Sam informed softly, the sound of the soft sea waves in the background. “Now stop deflecting and answer the damn question. What’s going on?”
“Well dad is being his overly controlling self, Christian is basically his shadow trying to take a piece of the prestiged pie, oh and Bela seemed to think we were in a relationship which father encouraged me to fake,” Dean reeled off all in one go, choosing to bring the whiskey back to his lips for another generous helping.
“Bela!?”Sam replied surprised, “Is she still sniffing around you?”
“Like a bitch on heat,” Dean scoffed, rolling his eyes. “But the whole thing with her was supposed to be dead in the water now, and trust me when I say that has not gone down well. Dad is fully demanding I get back with her.”
“You went against his wishes!?”
“C’mon man, it’s Bela. She’s alright for a night in bed but a relationship? No thanks,” the green-eyed host muttered as he made his way over to the sofa that was suitable for outside.
“Yeah, but I also know you, Dean. You’ve always done exactly what dad tells you too, so what changed?” Sam questioned, and it caused the older Winchester to pause.
“Uh,” he stammered, scratching at his brow with his bottle filled hand, “I kinda had sex with someone else…and I can’t get her out of my head.”
“You used a Lights Out room?!” His little brother exclaimed, “Dude…”
“That’s what you’re taking out of this?” Dean asked, resting his head back on a cushion as he squeezed his eyes shut. “Look, Bela had arranged it and told me to go to room six. So I did, because getting out of dad’s way was incredibly appealing and you know, I wasn’t opposed to getting laid either.”
“So what? Did your dick just accidentally slide into someone else?” Sam chuckled, clearly proud of his remark.
“Funny,” Dean responded sarcastically, his stare focused on the night sky. “No, somehow the numbers got mixed up and Bela was actually waiting behind door number nine. But when I got in there, to the room I thought she was waiting in, the smell of this sweet perfume hit me and the way this unknown woman spoke, innocent but dangerous…I don’t know, I was entranced okay? It was either sleep with Talbot who only wants me for status and money, or…god I sound like a dick don’t I?”
The older sibling groaned when he heard his words aloud. He couldn’t help but wonder whether he was at fault in all of this. If he had just left the room when he knew it wasn’t Bela, none of this trouble would have happened. At the time, he hadn’t cared what the fallout would be, but now he was plagued with the guilt that he had let down those that were closest to him.
“Sounds to me more like you actually felt a connection with someone. I’m gonna take a stab in the dark here; I’m guessing that you can’t stop thinking about the mystery person you slept with now?”
“It was incredible, Sammy,” Dean sighed, feeling some relief that his sibling didn’t think he was a bad guy after all. “Not just the sex but there was something else, something I need to figure out. Maybe it wasa connection like you said, I don’t know. But I can’t find her. She ran, and I have no idea who it was or where she’s gone. All I do know is that she was wearing a red dress.”
“So you’ve got yourself a sexy Cinderella?” Sam questioned, a smile in his tone at his brother’s obvious predicament.
“Without the glass slipper,” the host muttered back down the line. It was then that he took another deep breath. “So Bela found out, and I called it off. I couldn’t lie to her, and I’d had enough. Then Dad found out, so now he wants me to apologise and get back with her. Told me I’ve got to open the valley’s summer fayre and keep up appearances to redeem myself.”
“That’s not all bad. We used to have fun there and hey, maybe you’ll find your lost scarlett there, even if there’s over one thousand people in the town. It’s a long shot of course, but you know what she sounds like right? Don’t give up hope,” his younger brother encouraged, his voice filled with support and understanding.
“And what about Bela?” Dean questioned, already feeling a pit of dread open in his stomach, “I don’t want to string her along, she might be a bitch but that’s not who I am.”
“Then be true to yourself, fuck Dad. Just…talk it out with her,” Sam advised, and it could be possible that he had a point, that Dean would be able to reason with the brunette and get her to see it from his point of view.
“Yeah, maybe,” the green-eyed Winchester responded, not feeling too highly optimistic about that conversation.
While Sam continues to talk though, telling him all about his adventures in Thailand with Jess, Dean can’t help but let his mind wander back to what his younger sibling said about the summer fayre. Moments ago, he wasn’t looking forward to going, didn’t want to play his fathers stupid game of keeping up appearences. But now the possibility that his red dressed enchantress could be there, the woman who had already stolen a part of him without even realising, he felt that little flame of hope in his chest burn that little bit brighter.
——————————————– Chapter Sixteen - Coming 13th May ——————————————– A/N: I hope you enjoyed! Thanks so much for reading! Tag list is open!
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Summary:Y/N was different from the rest; living in a quaint lakehouse, on the edge of one of the most rich and prosperous towns in America. She was surrounded with the elite, the wealthy and people who never took responsibility for their actions. Money gave them everything, while in turn, it had taken something from her. In result, she kept her distance, never wanting to get involved with high society, until one fateful night changed her life…forever.
Rating:18+
Warnings: Slow burn, anxious thoughts, mentions of sex, sex language, conflicting thoughts, swears. That’s about it. Please don’t hate me. :’)
A/N: Slow burn be burning…but for how much longer…what could possibly happen next…right? *nervous laugh here* Thank you so much for your love, and for reading <3
I also want to say a massive thank you to my wonderful @deanwanddamons for being my wonderful beta, and for kicking my ass where needed. Love you <3 __________________________
The air was still. Only a light breeze caressed her moon kissed skin every once in a while as Y/N placed one heeled foot in front of the other. She was surprised she was able to walk, that her legs weren’t wobbling as she strolled down the sidewalk away from Winchester Manor. Her core was still throbbing, the inside of her thighs closest to her centre still wet from how hard her unknown partner had made her come. One hand came to tuck some hair behind her ear as she sucked in a shaky breath, her fingers finding the ribbon of her mask before she pulled on the knot, resulting in it coming undone. Catching it as it fell from her face, she used her thumbs to trace the material as she thought about what the hellhad just happened.
Her movement slowed as she recollected his soft but firm touches; the way his lips felt upon hers as he caught them in a kiss when they both found their delirium. She couldn’t help but touch her mouth at the memory, yearning for the weight of him on top of her again, missing him like he was a drug she had been addicted to for years. She was conflicted, how could she not be. Y/N had been without the love of another for so long, craving the connection like the one she had experienced in that room but knowing that it had been with someone who she hated, who she despised; it shadowed her in shame.
Shaking her head and straightening her shoulders, she shoved the mask inside her clutch before she continued to walk the path towards her home, not caring about the looks she was getting from the few passersby. Maybe she should have brought a coat with her, or at least something to cover her breasts. She knew that the cool night air was most definitely affecting her nipples, the buds clearly prominent in the silk material. It caused her to cross her arms over her chest as she quickened her pace, eager to get behind the safety of her own door. She knew what men in this town were capable of, and maybe it was wrong of her to decide to saunter home while dressed in such a sultry dress, but she just needed to escape.
When she had rushed out of the Lights Out room, her heart was hammering against her ribs, her stomach churning with exhilaration, anxiety and excitement. She was a ball of twisted emotions, all of them entangling in the other like some messed up ball of yarn while she tried her hardest to figure out her next move. She knew she couldn’t stay, especially when she heard him shout out for her as she hastily left his company.
“Hey, wait!”
Y/N remembered the sound of his husk filled voice. It was still so prominent in her mind and for a split second, she had been tempted to do as he said. There was something in his tone that called to her; desperation, want, longing - but she was unsure whether that was her own darkest yearning calling out to her instead. Twisting the situation to sate her inner demons, to fill the lonely void she had in her heart.
So she ran, took the steps as quickly as she could whilst ensuring her dress wasn’t inside out when she eventually stepped out into more adequate lighting. She had fumbled in the dark, waited for the moment his breathing had started to even out before she took the opportunity to slide off the mattress and blindly attempt to retrace her steps. She was thankful that her outfit was made out of silk, causing it to be easily identifiable. However, she had been unable to find her underwear but that was no love lost considering it was a thong she had been wearing, and with the little fabric it was made of, she may as well had not been wearing it at all.
Y/N had tried not to make it too obvious that she was in a hurry, not wanting to draw attention to herself as she strode down the corridor that led back to the main hall. She actually felt relief when the guests were more interested in finding pleasure in each other rather than her heels fastly clicking against the floor. With her fingers wrapped around the door handle, she had pushed herself back into the crowd, her eyes scanning for her best friend. It didn’t take long to locate Joanna; the blonde was sitting at the bar with a beer in front of her as she chatted quite happily to the server behind it.
She had whispered in her ear, told her that she was going home and she would fill her in later. Of course, she was met with curious brown eyes and a furrowed brow but Y/N didn’t have the time to answer any of the questions that were desperate to leave Jo’s lips. Time was of the essence for her, and as she stood there, hair slightly messed up, cheeks flushed with a chest that was heaving, more eyes fell upon her. They were hungered gazes that made her feel like she was fresh meat, a tempting fruit that was ripe for picking. Before, they made her feel incredibly desirable but now, they were causing her to cower into herself, wanting nothing more than to escape and retreat back to her own safe haven. With that, and with a nod from her friend, she wasted no time in collecting her items from the lobby, before she had wandered into the night without so much as a single backwards glance at Winchester Manor.
Taking a deep breath, she gazed up towards the stars that twinkled like small diamonds against the night sky. They gave her comfort; her mind always looking to string together constellations like her very own personal dot to dot as she wondered if heaven was truly a thing. Were her parents looking down on her? Were they proud of who she had become? Would they have been happy with how she had behaved tonight?
Y/N found it hard to answer those questions, because she felt as though her own perception of her family had become skewed over time. They had been moulded into what she had thoughtthey would be based off of what little memories she had of them. That was when she felt the flames of her rage begin to grow low inside her stomach, the embers of a fire that had never truly been put out still burning even after all this time. If they hadn’t been taken away from her by an irresponsible drunk driver, then she would never have to use her imagination in these circumstances.
Running a hand through her hair, Y/N finally made it to the gravel path her lake house was situated on, and she was thankful. Her feet were killing her thanks to the heels, and she was desperate to take them off. She also couldn’t wait to swap the dress for her favorite lounge set and sit in front of Netflix until she fell asleep. That dream was getting ever closer, and as her iron gate came into view, so did a brown and white colored fluffball who was sitting quite proudly on the wall next to it. It made her smile, and without hesitation, her hand extended in front of her to stroke Oldwin’s head.
“Hey boy,” she greeted warmly, her fingers tickling his chin as she took note of two pearly white fangs either side of his jaw, “you not going home tonight?”
She was met with a loud purr, the cat’s body slowly rising as he pushed himself further into her touch. He then jumped down from the wall, his little paws elegantly trotting up the path towards her front door before he turned to meow in her direction. It caused her to chuckle softly as she opened her clutch to search for her keys.
“I’ll take that as a no then,” she spoke softly, quickly catching up with her feline friend before she unlocked and pushed open her door.
Without hesitation, Oldwin rushed inside and darted to the left, intent on heading to his favorite place next to the fire while Y/N placed her clutch on the side, and finally took off her shoes, letting out a low hum in relief. There was nothing quite like the feeling of placing feet flat on the floor after being in heels for a long amount of time; the pleasurable, aching burn that radiates through the heel and into the ankle.
Next on her agenda was a shower; she needed to wash away her shame, and clean herself up after everything that had happened earlier that evening. She tried to stop the way her stomach swooped at the thought of her mystery man, as she remembered the way he growled into her ear as she took him to the hilt, but it was of no use. Those memories were unchained; she was unable to shut them in a drawer and forget because there was a part of her that was clinging onto the way it made her feel.
“It was just sex,” she mumbled to herself in irriation as she stomped her way up her stairs, already beginning to strip herself of the red dress. When she made it to her bathroom, the material had pooled on the floor and she had stepped out of it.
Y/N then turned the faucet in the shower, allowing the hot water to stream down onto her tiled floor as she stood in front of the mirror, grabbing a washcloth to begin to wipe away her makeup. She rubbed at her skin, cleansing away the black smears of her mascara and the red stains of her lipstick before she moved to stand under the warm waterfall that would rinse away everything of this evening.
That was when she smelt him.
She immediately stopped, backing partly out of the shower in order to regain her composure. His cologne must have rubbed off on her when they were being intimate, and now there were no winds to blow the scent behind her, she could smell him on her skin. Warm, spicy, earthy; it made her crave him. Encouraged her core to clench around nothing as her mind happily took her back to earlier when he had his hand around her throat, making her come so hard she literally saw little stars in the corner of her vision. It had surprised her how easy it was to lower all of her defences when she was unable to see, when one sense had been taken away. She was able to give herself freely to a man she had never met, to indulge in fantasies she had never been brave enough to try. But to submit so easily to a stranger, to allow him to dominate her the way he had; that was something she was having a hard time wrapping her head around.
She had to wash it off, she couldn’t keep feeling like this. It was meant to be a one time thing, a quick fix, a metaphorical scratch of her itch so she would be satisfied for another year or so. But it had only done the opposite. It made her realise just what she was missing, and now it was like it was highlighted in bold, a neon sign flashing brightly in her mind telling her that a connection that strong could possible with someone else in this town.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck, she thought, reaching swiftly for her body soap before she lathered a generous amount in her hand. She quickly applied it to her skin, covering as much as she possibly could in an effort to cleanse herself of her own sin. She scrubbed until she felt like her flesh was starting to hurt, but she had to be sure that his scent was gone, desperate to forget the mystery man.
Following this, she swiftly exited the shower and began to dry herself. She was eager to go downstairs and light a fire, to grab a glass of wine before turning on the television and losing her mind into a fictional world. She needed distractions, and she needed them now. So, with a towel wrapped just above her breasts, she went back into her bedroom and searched for some fresh clothes, opting on her favorite pair of grey sweats and a loose black Led Zeppelin tank top. It was an outfit that always made her calm, that always provided her with a sense of comfort whenever she had the urge to ground herself.
Once dressed, she then padded back downstairs and proceeded to light the fire, much to Oldwin’s approval as he meowed loudly to her in thanks. Y/N had to laugh at that, giving him a small stroke along from his head to his tail before she stood to go and grab a drink from the kitchen. She did wonder why he was here, and if his owner ever panicked that their cat was missing. Before now, she hadn’t allowed the feline to come into her home, not wanting to encourage this behaviour when she had seen that he wore a collar, meaning he belonged to someone else. But when the weather started to get bad, and the animal was huddled on her front step, she couldn’t refuse him any longer.
Emptying the last of her wine from the bottle in her fridge into her glass, she let out a small sigh before grabbing a fairly large unopened bar of chocolate from the cupboard. Yet, as she began to stroll back into her living room, a series of buzzing noises caught her attention. Shit, her phone. She had left it inside of her clutch in desperation to shower, and now she was concerned that her Pops was in need of her help. So without hesitation, she quickly fumbled open her bag from the side table and retrieved her cell. Highlighting the screen, her eyes widened when she saw four missed calls from Jo. But before she could even think of returning them, the vibrations began again and the smiling face of her friend filled the display.
“THANK GOD!” A voice huffed loudly as soon as she had answered, and Y/N furrowed her brow when she heard the tone.
“Jo?” she asked cautiously, moving slowly back into the living room, carefully carrying her glass of wine.
“Do you know how worried I’ve been?” the blonde scolded, and it caused her expression to morph into one of confusion. Why would she be feeling that way?
“Why, what’s happened?” Y/N asked, her frown deepening as she sunk into her sofa and placed her drink on the coffee table in front of her, sliding the chocolate alongside it.
“You! You happened! Are you home?” Joanna frantically asked, her voice a little squeaky thanks to her panic.
“Yeah, I’m safe,” she clarified, before leaning back against her cushions, her eyes staring upwards towards her ceiling. “…I did tell you that I was leaving.”
“I know, but I thought you would have rung Ash and let him drive you home!” her friend exclaimed, before talking again and not giving Y/N the chance to speak. “I know, stupid of me to think that with your fear and everything. But you weren’t answering your phone and it just made me anxious. Anything could have happened.”
“Yeah I just walked home, you know I prefer that,” she breathed, flexing her feet subconsciously before sighing. “Besides, I needed to clear my head. Then I had a shower as soon as I got home. I’m sorry to make you worry.”
“Did something happen in the–” Jo started, her voice now full of concern and she knew immediately where her friend’s mind was heading. That was a thought that she had to make the blonde curb immediately.
“–No nothing. I’m fine, trust me,” Y/N urged, her lips curving slightly again when the memory began to replay in her head. But it was then that she realised that Joanna was talking to her, and she was still at the event. Wasn’t that against the rules? “Wait…you shouldn’t have your phone.”
“I’m in the lobby. There’s a guard breathing down my neck to ensure I don’t leak any information,” she clarified, before making ‘shooing away’ sounds. Y/N could only imagine that she was giving the security a death glare. “So…did you enjoy…you know…it?”
That was the question she knew that was coming, considering Jo was the one that encouraged her to go for it. But still, she sighed out her answer, “Yeah?”
“You sound really unsure,” Joanna replied, curiosity lacing her tone.
“No the sex was…Jo it was incredible,” Y/N beamed, unable to stop herself from smiling whenever she recalled the memory in her mind. “I haven’t felt that good in so long. He just knewmy body, how is that even possible? I can’t stop thinking about it.”
“You lucky son of a bitch,” the blonde laughed, causing her to join in, the sound infectious. “So,then what’s the problem?”
There it was, the lead ball of shame that squashed the slightest bit of happiness that dared to grow inside of her. “I…”
She couldn’t even let the words leave her mouth, her brain unable to form the explanation needed to try and make Joanna understand. Instead, she just focused on the fabric tassels of the blanket that hung over the back of her sofa, her concentration on that task leaving a long silence amongst friends.
“Y/N…”the blonde breathed down the line, “please don’t say it’s because of who it was with. You need to let it go. This was meant to be an unattached thing.”
“I know, Jo. I do, okay? I agreed to go, to let bygones be for the evening to enjoy myself,” she groaned, squeezing her eyes shut as she slid further down her sofa so she was now lying on her back. “But I feel so guilty, like I’ve defied my own beliefs. Like I’ve thrown away everything that I stand for. All for a long, toe curling fumble with a stranger.”
“Girl, you need to cut yourself some slack,” Joanna advised, her voice filled with warmth as she continued to talk. “You are one of the most hardworking people that I know, who is nothing like 95% of the people here. So what if you’ve enjoyed yourself for once? That’s okay!”
“Maybe,” Y/N sighed, bringing up her arm to rest over her forehead.
“If it helps, just think of the person as just a cock. He was just a singular, floating, rock hard cock,” the blonde stated, her words serious and clear as can be.
Y/N couldn’t help but chuckle, before letting out a low groan. “With hands that choked me, and a tongue that made me come so hard I nearly passed out?”
“Holy shit,” Jo breathed, and she nodded slowly, even though she knew her friend would be unable to see her. “Okay, I’m going to need all of those details.”
“When you get back, I’ll happily share with the class,” Y/N laughed. She could picture the blonde’s face, her mouth agape in shock while desperately wanting to hear the rest of the tale. “Go and enjoy the rest of the party.”
“Are you sure?” Jo pushed, and it caused Y/N to smile. It was sweet that she didn’t want to leave her alone, that she was even going to sacrifice her own enjoyment just for her. But there was no way in hell that she would allow that to happen. Joanna needed her fun too.
“Positive,” she clarified, her arm now off her head as her hand searched for the remote for the television, powering on the appliance.
“Alright. I’ll text you when I’m on the way back.”
After saying their goodbyes, Y/N hung up her phone and placed it on the table before opening up Netflix. She flicked through a couple of the series options available, wanting to find something binge worthy and easy to watch. Once settled, and with a new romantic drama started, she opened up the wrapper on her chocolate and began to relax, willing her mind to forget the events of tonight.
Except she couldn’t, no matter how hard she tried. Every time there was a longing glance between the main protagonists of the show, a near kiss, a forbidden touch; she was transported back to the darkened room with the man that has now apparently ruined her for all other males. Why could she not stop thinking about him? Why could she not get the time they spent together out of her head? Yes, it was good sex. Yes, she felt a connection but she is also a grown woman who doesn’t need the love of an elite. She was quite capable of being on her own, of supporting herself; the only thing she didn’t have was the sensational cock that filled her perfectly. But…that was what toys were for…right?
Fuck, she chastitsed herself, letting out a huff as she bit into another small square of chocolate. Is this how it’s going to be from this point forward? Everything reminding her of the three mind blowing orgasms he gave her?
“Don’t look at me like that,” Y/N murmured, squinting her eyes a little at Oldwin who lay with his paws dangling over his bed, the end of his tail flicking slightly as he stared her way. “You don’t have these problems.”
To that, he just let out a low meow, as if he was responding to her sentence. She just shook her head as a frustrated growl passed her lips. “I need to just forget all about it. It’s never going to happen again and it was with an elitist Oldwin, a man who thinks his actions don’t have consequences.”
She continued to rant at the feline who lay in front of the fire, unmoved by her ravings as he slowly stood and stretched his little body, shaking his back paws before he quickly trotted over towards her. Within moments, he had jumped up onto her lap, nudging his head against her chin in comfort and she couldn’t help but stroke him.
“Look at me now, this is the result of his action. I’m here, pining over a man who may as well be a shadow, mourning the loss of someone who apparently knew my body better than I do and what will he be doing?” she asked aloud, looking into the bright blue eyes of her ragdoll companion, “Drinking probably and moving onto the next hole.”
Taking a very deep breath, she let the air out through her nose in a long sigh. Her chest ached, an unknown feeling of sadness washing over her as she came to her final conclusion. “I’m better off pretending like it never happened.”
——————————————– Chapter Fifteen ——————————————– A/N: Its fine right? It’s allllllll fine. *nervous laugh* I hope you enjoyed! Thanks so much for reading! Tag list is open!
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Summary:Y/N was never a big fan of sailors, so when a ship full of them dock at the harbor in her town, she’s anything but happy. However, there is one in particular that is determined to prove to her that not all men of the sea are the same, and dedicates each day of his shore leave to the task of changing her mind. Will the green eyed sailor prove his point, or hers?
Rating:15+
Warnings: Fluff, just fluff. .
A/N: *sings* and now…the end is here. This is it guys, the last instalment of Hello, Sailor! Can you believe it? Thank you all so so much for reading it. It honestly means the absolute world. Could there be a sequel? Maybe. We’ll see how that goes. I have idea’s rattling in my head but nothing concrete as of yet. It all depends of if it’s something you want too! But honestly, thank you so much from the bottom of my heart. Love you guys! Hope you enjoy!
I also want to say a massive thank you to my bestie; @deanwanddamons for being my wonderful beta, and for kicking my ass where needed. __________________________
A gentle breeze blew over the diner patio as Y/N wiped down a table that had just been vacated after the breakfast rush. As she leaned forward, sliding the cloth over the surface, the angel wing shell swung back and forth against her chest. The delicate object brushed against her skin and as she stood straight, her fingers came to hold on to it. A smile pulled at her lips as she stood underneath the sunshine, basking in the warmth the golden rays were providing as her mind wandered to the thought of Dean.
Her sailor.
The time they had spent apart had gone agonisingly slow, each day feeling like a week, each month feeling like a year as she waited for the day he would return. As promised though, he had been writing to her. A letter would land on her doormat nearly every day; his scruffy yet readable penmanship the instant indicator that it was from him. There were times when she felt low, her heart yearning for his love like a starving animal craved for a meal, so she would tear open the envelope and read it straight away. Others she waited, the paper burning a hole in her purse as she walked to the end of the docks, and leaned against the mooring post before she allowed herself to get lost in his adventures.
He would tell her tales of where he had been, what his days looked like upon the ship, and when she received the news that he had made the rank of Commander, her chest was fit to burst with pride. She knew she had made the right choice in encouraging him to follow his dream, even though she missed him more than she could possibly describe. Dean would also tell her how his crewmates constantly asked questions about his girl back on dry land. Although, he would never give them the full story as that was something private between the couple, but he would tell them how lucky he was that a woman like Y/N was his. It made her smile to know that he was proud of her, that she was someone who he held in such high regard even after months of being apart. It made her stomach swoop to know that she was in his thoughts everyday, that she was the soul he had chosen to give his heart to.
There had still been no news of when he would return, but the small flame of hope that flickered inside of her never waivered. She still trusted that he would come back, because for the past ten months he had kept his promise. Initially she had the fear that after a few weeks, he would stop writing to her and their journey together would have become a distant memory, a beautiful stamp in time that she could cherish. But that wasn’t to be as he hadn’t forgotten her, and he made sure to remind her of that as often as he could. At the end of every letter, he would always sign off in the exact same way. And no matter how many times she read the words, they alwaysbrought tears to her eyes.
Everyday I miss you more, and everyday I love you more.
Y/N couldn’t wait for when she would receive the news that he was coming back to her little town, that his ship would be docking in the harbor in front of The Daisy Chain. She had been saving up her vacation time for that exact moment, an agreement she had put in place with Donna and Jody. They were more than happy to agree to it, wanting the waitress to finally enjoy her life with a man who she loved. She was so grateful; it was just a waiting game to see when that would be.
The day was warm, and she had opted to wear a loose black and white polka dot sundress, its cotton light upon her body but still, she felt the heat. So, taking a deep breath, she picked up her wash bowl and cloth before she walked back into the diner, grateful for the air conditioning that cooled her skin. She smiled at the patrons that sat in their booths, greeting them with a cheery ‘good afternoon’ as she passed. Once she got to the counter, she lifted up the serving hatch before taking the dirty dishes into the kitchen. She was about to fill the dishwasher, when the sound of her boss caused her to stop.
“Hey sweetie?” It was Jody, and she came to stand by her side with a clipboard in hand. “Could you come and help me in the back? We’ve had a delivery and I just need to count everything before we move it into here.”
“Of course,” Y/N agreed without hesitation, leaving the job she was doing to follow in her friend’s footsteps as she led her towards the rear of the establishment. It didn’t take long to get there and as she walked into the room, the metal shutter open due to the truck that brought the stock was parked, her eyes grew wide. “That is a lot of potatoes.”
At first she thought her eyes were deceiving her, but everywhere she looked there were sacks and sacks of the root vegetable. Carrots, green beans and things such as bread rolls were also mixed in but they were few and far between. Slowly her hands came to rest upon her hips as she took in the whole scene in front of her.
Jody just slowly nodded at her reaction, a little chuckle passing her lips as she looked down at the order form and then back to what surrounded them. “I think Rufus went a bit overboard, hence me needing your help.”
“You’re not kidding,” Y/N laughed before moving across the floor to start sorting, but her boss stopped her in her tracks, handing off the clipboard and pen.
“Can you make the notes?” Jody asked her kindly, “I only have one pair of protective gloves so would prefer to do the heavy lifting myself.”
“That’s fine,” she agreed, although she felt bad that her friend was going to be doing all the work.
It took a couple of hours for them to sort through everything that had been delivered, with Y/N offering a few times to swap roles so she could do her fair share, but Jody constantly refused. As they neared the end, her boss heaving a sack of potatoes back onto the truck, the door that led back into the diner opened to reveal Donna, a bright and infectious smile on her face.
Without explanation, she nodded towards Jody before she traversed the stock to get to Y/N’s side, her fingers combing through the waitress’s hair. The blonde moved a few wayward strands, tucked the rest behind one ear before cupping her cheeks, all while ignoring the confused expression that Y/N was wearing.
“Beautiful,” Donna gushed, before she grabbed the clipboard out of the grasp of the bewildered help and passed it to Jody.
“Thank you?” Y/N replied, her brows furrowed as she tried to work out the behaviour of her bosses.
But before she could question it, the blonde grabbed her by the hand and began to pull her back into the main area of the diner while muttering, “Come with me.”
Of course she did as she was told, and tried her hardest to keep in step with the woman whose grip was tight on her fingers. Their heels echoed loudly over the wooden floors, causing all the customers of The Daisy Chain to focus on the pair as they weaved their way through the tables. Her dress was floating behind her due to the speed she was currently walking. She had tried to ask just what the rush was, but she was met with Donna’s hushing before she bundled her out of the front doors and onto the harbor.
Before Y/N could react, the blonde’s hands had grabbed tightly onto the tops of her arms and twisted her attention towards the bay. That was when she saw it. The large ship that had docked on the bay, the vessel that struck a perfect resemblance to the one that Dean was stationed on. Her stomach churned, her heart pounding hard against her ribs, her palms growing sweaty as her fingers came to clasp the angel wing that hung around her neck.
“Is that…” she breathed softly, her trembling legs carrying her a few steps further out onto the docks so she could get a clearer view.
She didn’t want to get her hopes up, didn’t want to experience the excitement of being able to see her Dean again only to be let down if it wasn’t. She felt like she was holding her breath, her grip tight on the shell he had bought her as her eyes frantically scanned through the growing crowd for the name of the ship. It was almost as if everything was happening in slow motion and she couldn’t get time to move as quickly as she would like. But soon, there was a clear break in the sea of people and her gaze landed on bold black letters. USS Anzio.
“But he didn’t-” Y/N started, her voice starting to tremble with the overflowing wave of emotion that was flooding her. He hadn’t told her he was coming, and had said that it could be another month before he arrived back in her town. It was then that her eyebrows began to knit together, and she turned to Donna who was still standing behind her, “How did you–”
Her query was interrupted by the blonde passing over a letter, and immediately the waitress identified the penmanship as Dean’s, “He wanted it to be a surprise.”
“Oh my god,” she whispered, a tear falling onto her cheek as she read the words her sailor had written. They were full of nothing but love and adoration for her, and he wanted his return to be a secret so she wouldn’t worry about his voyage back home into her arms.
“Go get him, sugar,” Donna encouraged her, taking the letter from her hands before giving her a gentle nudge forward.
Y/N didn’t have to be told twice, so she ran as fast as her legs would allow, praying that her feet wouldn’t fail her while she weaved through waiting families. From what she could see, the ramp had already been lowered meaning sailors must have started to come ashore. It was then that she saw the uniforms, men embracing their lovers, their children, their friends. Her heart was still pounding, her chest still heaving with each anxious breath she took as she desperately searched for her man, for the soul that made her complete.
The seconds felt like minutes, and the anxious pit in her stomach was bubbling as she had yet to find Dean. She was having a hard time locating him, deception lurking at every turn due to the clothes the men of the sea were wearing. But he was a Commander now, he should be easily identifiable so why could she not spot him in this ever growing crowd?
She was just about to panic, about to open the door to her fear that maybe something could have happened to him on his way here, when two large palms rested on her hips from behind. Just like that, she was no longer frightened that he hadn’t returned. No longer scared that he was in harm’s way, because two deep and husky words were spoken as soon as she felt that contact, blanketing her in the comfort she sought.
“Hey Sparky.”
Immediately, she turned around in his hold, her heart ready to burst out of her chest as she saw the familiar emerald orbs looking straight at her. The corner of Dean’s eyes crinkled as he smiled wide and bright. He looked a little more tanned from his time at sea causing his freckles to stand out a little more than she remembered. It was his fingers stroking her cheek that brought her out of her trance, his touch delicate, his thumb tenderly caressing her skin as if he was testing that this moment was as real as he hoped.
She couldn’t wait any longer, it had already been ten months without him. So without hesitation, Y/N rolled onto her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around his neck, throwing herself against his body in excitement and wanting. Automatically he tightened his hold on her before he lifted his girl from the floor, their noses tenderly nudging against each other as they both wore their happiness with pride. That was when her lips found his, kissing him with all the love she could muster. Dean Winchester was home, he was safe and he had returned to her just like he had promised.
With reluctance, she pulled back from him to look into his eyes once more, her hands now cupping his slightly stubbled cheeks as he gently lowered her back to the ground. They didn’t part though, their foreheads remained connected as he pulled her body tight against his. That was the moment she finally found the courage to speak, that she was able to trust that her words would not fail her in a breath of overwhelming emotion, to greet her man that had been away for so long.
“Hello, Sailor.”
——————————————– THE END ——————————————– A/N: And so it’s done. Did you like it? Please, please,let me know what you think if and when you have time.
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Summary:Y/N was different from the rest; living in a quaint lakehouse, on the edge of one of the most rich and prosperous towns in America. She was surrounded with the elite, the wealthy and people who never took responsibility for their actions. Money gave them everything, while in turn, it had taken something from her. In result, she kept her distance, never wanting to get involved with high society, until one fateful night changed her life…forever.
Rating:18+
Warnings: NSFW, slow burn, swearing, kissing, Dom/Sub themes, finger fucking, praise kink, [SPOILERS] angst, arguments, worry *Tabby is in a cave now*
A/N: Guys, I am so so so sorry this is a day late. I got struck down with the biggest amount of writers block this week and no matter what I wrote, it wasn’t good enough for you guys, or myself, or this story. I have rewritten and deleted, and wrote again a few times now before I feel like it was okay. Chapter 18 has finally gone live on patreon which means I can post 13 here! and I can only hope that you will enjoy this chapter. Thank you so much for your love, and for reading <3
I also want to say a massive thank you to my wonderful @deanwanddamons for being my wonderful beta, and for kicking my ass where needed. Love you <3 __________________________
Dean’s mind was spinning; his chest heaving as he came down from his post orgasmic high. He had just experienced the best sex that he had ever had, felt a connection he had never encountered before, and it was all with a stranger at his own party. However, his heart was still very much in his throat as he was propped up on his elbow, resting on his side while his fingers stroked up and down her soft skin. Her shaky breathing and soft gasps were the only sounds filling the silence. Was she who he suspected her to be?
When he began to undress her, he couldn’t help but hesitate slightly when he felt the material of her dress. The fabric was silk; the exact same the woman in red was wearing, the woman that had enchanted him from the moment his eyes had laid upon her. He knew it was a long shot, knowing that there may also be another woman, or two, wearing this exact same type of cloth but in the deepest, darkest parts of him, he hoped it was her.
“So what happens now?” Her soft question broke him out of his thoughts, her voice sounding like smooth honey as it filtered into his ears. It warmed him, his cock already twitching once more upon the sound of it.
“What do you mean?” Dean questioned, flattening his hand against her stomach as he waited for her to reply.
“Well I’ve never done anything like this before,” she admitted, and even though there was no way she could see his expression, his eyebrows still shot up to meet his hairline.
“Could have fooled me,” he chuckled low. Without the confession, he would never have believed that was her first time in a Lights Out chamber. She seemed so experienced, so confident; it made him all the more attracted to the enigma beside him. “What would you like to happen?”
“I don’t know,” she whispered, her voice a little unsure as her body slightly moved beneath his palm. She was squirming against him, and that only caused him to smirk.
She wanted more.
Hesitantly, and cautiously, he began to trail his touch to just below her navel, his pinky close to her mound. Dean was testing her boundaries, seeing if it was okay to continue. He had known her for less than twenty four hours, and already he was addicted to the way he had made him feel; to the taste of her, the feel of her, the smell of her. She was like a sweet narcotic that he was unable to give up, that had him hooked after the first pill, and when she let out a small whimper in response to him, he took that as his cue to move lower.
His fingers dipped back into her core, and he couldn’t help but let out a small growl at how wet she still was; all for him. She had made the sweetest noises when he brought her to the edge before, and he couldn’t wait to hear them again. So he found her swollen nub and began to slowly tease it, rubbing in small circles as he lowered his head hesitantly, his lips finding the curve of her neck. It was then that he kissed her, working her body towards another wave of pleasure as he slipped two of his thick digits inside of her. The woman beside him mewled, gasped and whined as he nipped at her skin, as he pushed her further and further towards her next orgasm. He wanted to record these sounds, wanted to remember this woman and relive this experience over and over again.
Dean had always been a giver when it came to sex, had always enjoyed bringing his women to their own form of delirium over and over again. He found satisfaction in it, his chest swelling with pride when they screamed his name, clawed at his back and cried out for a power mightier than him. But with her, it was different. He found he wanted to do it not because of the gratification he felt, but because of how he craved to hear her voice. Her moans were like liquid ecstasy; drops of rain teasing a drought plagued land.
But he didn’t want her to come just yet. No, he wanted to savor the moment, wanted to tease and build upon the sweet foundations he had already laid down. So he continued to kiss her, his tongue teasing paths up to her jawline as his body half hovered over hers. He felt how one of her breasts brushed against him as she panted, fuck if it didn’t make him want to roll on top of her and lose himself inside of her again. That’s when his mind wandered to the thought of entering her bareback, and like a horny teenager, he nearly came from the mere idea. His kisses then found the corner of her mouth, before he covered her lips with his completely, swallowing down every whimper as he ramped up his rhythm. It didn’t take too long of him doing that to push her over the edge, her hand now gripping his as he lazily fucked her with her fingers, helping her to ride through her orgasm.
“Good girl,” Dean praised from above her, and the long satisfied whine that left her was enough to make his chest ache with contentment.
He withdrew his digits before rolling onto his back, feeling as though a weight was lifted from his shoulders. In this room, he wasn’t Dean Winchester. He wasn’t the son of the most elite family in the valley, wasn’t the playboy everyone made him out to be; he wasn’t pretending to be someone he was not. He was himself, a soul who he hadn’t seen in so long, and it felt damn near freeing.
Even the fact that this woman beside him wasn’t asking questions was refreshing. She had no desire to find out who he was, and even though that was the point of the event and these rooms, it was still something that tended to nearly always happen. They always wanted to know who had been so kinky as to try one of these chambers out, or who it was that perhaps enjoyed a particular sexual act. Some used it as leverage, others to seek out partners for affairs once the party was over but whoever she was, had no intention of doing anything. Not unlike who he’s being made to masquerade around with. Bela Talbot.
Fuck. Bela.
Dean had completely and utterly forgotten about her. The idea of having to face that shitstorm was making him want to stay inside of this chamber for the rest of the event, but he knew that couldn’t happen. He was going to have to defuse that bomb and somehow still try and keep the peace between everyone. How? He had no idea but he would work something out, he always did. Besides, she did tell him to go to room six and that is exactly what he had done. It wasn’t his fault that someone was already inside this room.
That’s a weak excuse to stand on and you know it, he thought. Truthfully, it was. He didn’t have to sleep with this addictive stranger, and the fact that he had done that while knowing he should have been with the brunette spoke volumes.
Pulling off his mask, he rubbed at his eyes as he tried to stop his mind from whirring. He so desperately wanted to give into his body, to relax into the mattress beneath him while idly talking to the woman who he felt so strangely comfortable with. Yet the idea of his father storming about on the floor above him, with his distant cousin lapping at his heel as they searched for the host, paired with the no doubt fuming face of Bela, prevented him from doing that.
Wanting to make the most of the time he did have however, Dean rolled onto his side again to reach out for the woman who he was sharing the darkness with, only to be met with the warm sheets of the bed. He panicked, his hand patting further and further away from him as he searched for the body that had pleasured him just moments ago. It was then that he heard the rustling of clothes, and his stomach churned. He needed to know who she was; not for any business purposes, or for even further sexual favors, but for her company.
Fuck, he was just like the others, wasn’t he?
That thought alone stopped him from opening his mouth, from preventing her from leaving him naked on the bed. It was her prerogative to slip out without revealing who she was, and he knew that. But this was the first time in his life where he had felt truly connected to somebody. Maybe it was the room, maybe it was because they were sharing this blackened space…maybe he was overthinking it.
It wasn’t until he heard the sound of the door opening did he move to sit up straighter, feeling a heavy weight pull at his chest. He couldn’t believe he was feeling sad about an unknown person leaving him after an hour of amazing sex. They had no ties to each other, no obligations, so why the hell was he sitting there with a dejected ball of emotion settling deep within his stomach? Before he could even question it however, the answer revealed itself. Through the now open doorway, Dean saw a small beam illuminate part of the hallway from Evan’s flashlight which in turn, helped to reveal part of the woman who he had devoured moments before. The red dress. It was her.
“Hey, wait!” Dean shouted, rushing from the bed before placing his hands out in front of him, not wanting to bump into anything and stumble. But she didn’t wait, even though she hesitated for a split second, she was soon out of his sight. “Shit!”
He needed to find his clothes, and fast. Stumbling around the space, he found the swing and blindly bent down to the floor, using his fingers to feel around for the material he was searching for. It felt like he was trying to complete a damn rubix cube; how the hell was this so complicated? How the hell did shemanage to find her dress and get ready so easily?! Every second that passed was one too long. He had to find her, had to work out who she was in order to calm the unruly curious storm that was surging inside of him.
Finally, after what felt like forever, Dean was dressed back in his suit; although whether it was inside out or not was another issue, and something he would sort when in more adequate lighting. He rushed out of the room as fast as his legs would take him, his fingers still doing up the buttons on his white shirt as he came face to face with the security guard who shone his light in the host’s direction.
“Evan, where did she go?!” Dean demanded, sliding his arms back into his suit jacket as he frantically looked up and down the dimly lit hallways.
“Who?” The question was paired with the flashlight being aimed into the host’s face, the security guard wearing a bemused expression as he saw how flustered the man before him was.
“The woman in the red dress,” Dean urged, his tone quite snappy as he ran his fingers through his dishevelled hair. “She came out of room six moments ago.”
“Towards the stairs on the right,” Evan quickly answered, pointing that way before his smirk grew wide. “Wanting a stiff drink after what you did to her no doubt.”
“Yeah, thanks,” Dean muttered, slapping the security guard on the shoulder quickly before he half jogged down the corridor.
Hehad to find her, and he could only pray that she hadn’t gone too far. Of course, he had no idea what he was going to say to her, but if he could just get a name, a place of employment; something which meant she wouldn’t be out of his life for good, then at least he would be able to sleep tonight. Without a piece of information however, he knew trying to locate her, or at least finding out who she was, would be like looking for a needle in a very large and complicated haystack.
His feet found the staircase that led back up to the main hall, his grip tight on the rail to help him take the steps two at a time, when a hand wrapped around his wrist. It yanked at him with force which caused him to stumble back slightly as an angry voice sounded from behind him. “Where the hellwere you?!”
Turning around, his gaze fell upon the brunette who he was supposed to be sharing one of the chambers with. Fuck. “Bela, I don’t have time for this.”
“Then make some!” She shouted, stomping one of her feet as her balled up fists thrusted downwards at her sides. “I have been waiting for you in that room for ages and yo–” She cut off her own words as her gaze took in his less than tidy appearance, her focus on his neck, “-wait, why is your bow tie undone?”
“I–” Dean started, not really wanting to choose this exact moment to explain that he had no interest in her whatsoever and that he, instead, was more infatuated with a woman whom he only knew wore a red dress, and gave him the most mind blowing head ever.
“-Oh my god,” Bela gasped, her fingers coming to cover her mouth partially. “You had sex with someone else didn’t you?!” Her voice was raised, and it caused the people around them to stare in their general direction.
At first he wasn’t too bothered, knowing that he had half of his face hidden by his masquerade mask meaning that his identity was secret. That was, until he remembered he took it off on the bed in room six, and in his haste to chase after the enchantress, he had completely forgotten to put it back on. Great. Fucking great.
“Look I don’t want to get into this now,” Dean stated, trying to stay as calm as possible as to not escalate this situation any further. “I need to-”
“-I can’t believe you!” Bela shrieked, slapping her hand hard against his chest as she continued to fume. “I told you I would be in room six and you deliberately chose to go somewhere else.”
The green-eyed host thought he had a lot of patience; he had been tested many times in his life by numerous different circumstances and he had always managed to stay calm. But right then, while he felt the burning eyes of many on his back, and the judgmental stare from the woman in front of him, his restraint was wearing very thin.
“I DID go to room six!” Dean snapped, taking a step down the stairs towards her as he gestured down the hallway towards the chambers. “I followed your instructions to the letter and you weren’t there. That’s NOT on me.”
“But that doesn’t make any sense!” she argued, shaking her head as she continued to scowl. He didn’t need to see her without her mask to know she was making that expression; the way her nose was crinkling and mouth hung slightly agape told him that.
“Then take it up with Evan. I was where I was supposed to be,” he argued, his tone dominant and sharp as he held his ground. All the while in the back of his head, he knew he was running out of time to find the woman in the red dress. What if she changes? What if she leaves?
What if? What if? What if?
“But the fact still stands that you stuck your cock into someone else!” the brunette cried, and that was the moment that Dean decided that he’d had enough. He couldn’t stand living in this veil of deception any longer and hell, the opportunity had presented itself.
“So fucking what, Bela!” he spat, not caring that he had dropped her name, nor that his gruff voice had reverberated off the walls around them. He had a point that he needed to make. “We aren’t exclusive, we never havebeen exclusive!”
“That’s a lie!” she fired back, a nervous laugh leaving her as she looked around, almost as if she was waiting for backup that was never going to arrive. But her words only infuriated him further, causing a fiery rage he hadn’t felt in a long time erupt within the very core with him, and burst out of his mouth.
“I DON’T LIE!” Dean roared, his expression darkening as she flinched back away from him. It caused him to lower his tone slightly, giving him the pause needed to take a deep breath. “Tell me when that happened?! Because if I remember correctly, you just assumed that of us, and took advantage of the fact that I just fuck you whenever I feel like it.” Even though he wasn’t shouting, his words were still sharp, his delivery of them cutting through her facade like paper. “Newsflash Bela, you’re just my go to for whenever I need a good lay, nothingelse.”
“De-” Her eyes were glazed over, her hand now resting on her chest as she shrunk into herself. That was when he knew he had gone a little too far, allowing all of his frustrations to form the bullet he just shot straight at the brunette.
“-Look, I’m sorry, alright? But you knew whatever was between us was justsex. I never wanted anything more from you, and I never will. I’m not doing this anymore,” he informed her, stern and precise before he began to turn away. “Now if you’ll excuse me.”
“You’ll regret this!” Bela shouted after him, as he began to take the steps at a hurried pace, not caring about the spectacle he had just created on the floor of the Lights Out chambers.
“I really don’t care,” Dean admitted, stopping momentarily to look back at her. “You want some honest advice? You could do a lot more with your life if you really tried to. You don’t need to rely on your fathers money for everything.”
“Fuck you,” she hissed, staring him down with fury alight in her eyes. To that, he just smiled before letting out a slow and long breath.
“Enjoy the rest of the party, Bela.”
Dean left her standing at the bottom of the staircase as he rushed to get to the main floor, not caring about the problem he knew he had created. There would be repercussions for his actions, that much he knew for certain, but he didn’t care. He didn’t want to be with Bela in the first place, and it wasn’t right for him to string her along in an attempt to keep everyone happy when his heart truly wasn’t in it in the first place. But all of that worry and stress would have to wait for later. Right now, his priority was finding his enigma, his enchantress; the woman who made him feel more like himself than he ever thought possible.
He rushed along the corridor, glancing in every tight space, looking behind every door and in each hidden corner he could find. So far, there was no sight of her and it only made his stomach tighten. His last hope would be that she was in the main hall, back at the bar with a glass of alcohol like Evan had originally suggested. So he ran, carefully rushing past guests who were travelling in the opposite direction, being mindful to not bump into them or spill their drinks. Unfortunately, however, there was one person who stepped out at the wrong time and his shoulder sent their whiskey spilling to the floor.
“Woah brother,” the southern accent sounded, and as Dean quickly looked at the face of his victim, he realised he had quite literally ran into Benny. His friend’s once happy expression was now morphing into one of worry as he hesitantly came to rest a hand upon the host’s shoulder. “Everything okay? Where’s your mask?”
“Have you seen the woman in the red dress?” Dean quickly blurted out, his eyes scanning behind and around him as his heart thudded inside his chest.
“You didn’t end up talking to her?” Benny questioned, frowning a little when he took a note of how the man in front of him was acting.
Dean could only huff a quick breath, his eyebrows raising slightly as he ran a hand through his hair, “I’ve done a lot more than that.”
“What?” Benny guffawed, before steeling himself by pursing his lips together. Still, he couldn’t help but whisper his next question, stepping a little closer as to not make it widely known knowledge. “De, you sleptwith her?”
“Look I’ll tell you everything later but right now, I need to find her,” Dean stated urgently, his attention still very much on the crowd as he rolled to his tiptoes, hoping the extra inch would help locate this woman. “I still have no idea who she is, or where she’s from and there was this…” he sighed, fighting the temptation to tell his friend he felt a connection unlike any other, “…doesn’t matter, I just want to find her okay?”
The urgency in Dean’s tone was enough to convince his friend, and when a waiter walked by with an empty tray, Benny was quick to place his empty glass upon it. “Alright, boss. I’ll start lookin’. I’ll take her for a drink if I locate her.”
With a pat on Dean’s shoulder, his cajun friend blended into the crowd in the opposite direction to him. A sigh of little relief left his lips; he was just glad to have someone who he could trust, who didn’t question his actions or motives, on his side. Without wasting another minute, the host quickly moved through the sea of people that surrounded him, his eyes scanning every available body and corner that they could. He glanced over towards the bar, his heart plummeting to his stomach when he realised she wasn’t there. He needed a better vantage point, needed to get higher so he could look out over the whole of the room.
Without hesitation, he moved towards the staircase that led to the upper floors of his home, the steps that were sectioned off with a rope and security to ensure no-one could pass them. As he climbed, one of the guards nodded towards him in acknowledgement before he removed the barrier to let him pass. That was when Dean turned around, his hands by his sides as he surveyed the party from an angle only he could use. Yet all he saw was an ocean of black and white, pawns on a chessboard that didn’t even realise they were being played by something that was much bigger than they were. A colorless scene filled with fake personas and unspoken debts.
There was not a single red dress amongst them.
——————————————– Chapter Fourteen ——————————————– A/N: *tabby hides now* Please do not shout…remember the slow burns lol. Tag list is open!
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Having (Y/E/C) eyes look up at him as you whimpered in impatience was driving Dean crazy. Letting his head fall, his lips trailed your throat. Breathing you in with a groan before his teeth nipped at your pulse. He should be patient.
Take it slow.
Yet, seeing you, so willing to submit to him, had him rock hard as he ground against you. Teasing a gasped moan out of you that he swallowed with a bruising kiss.
No one in that damn bar would have the privilege of hearing your sweet cries.
Having (Y/E/C) eyes look up at him as you whimpered in impatience was driving Dean crazy. Letting his head fall, his lips trailed your throat. Breathing you in with a groan before his teeth nipped at your pulse. He should be patient.
Take it slow.
Yet, seeing you, so willing to submit to him, had him rock hard as he ground against you. Teasing a gasped moan out of you that he swallowed with a bruising kiss.
No one in that damn bar would have the privilege of hearing your sweet cries.
Forest fire eyes burned into the men around you as Dean wrapped his arm around your waist. Pulling your body against his.
Leaning down, he placed his lips against the shell of your ear.
“No more games (Y/N),”
Your name left him as a possessive growl as his arm tensed around you. Claiming you as his in the crowded bar. As if he was afraid you’d try to run, even though you’d long since stopped pretending you wanted to escape.
Cotton mouthed and silent, you looked up at him. Eagerly waiting for him to pounce and devour you.
Forest fire eyes burned into the men around you as Dean wrapped his arm around your waist. Pulling your body against his.
Leaning down, he placed his lips against the shell of your ear.
“No more games (Y/N),”
Your name left him as a possessive growl as his arm tensed around you. Claiming you as his in the crowded bar. As if he was afraid you’d try to run, even though you’d long since stopped pretending you wanted to escape.
Cotton mouthed and silent, you looked up at him. Eagerly waiting for him to pounce and devour you.
Forest fire eyes burned into the men around you as Dean wrapped his arm around your waist. Pulling your body against his.
Leaning down, he placed his lips against the shell of your ear.
“No more games (Y/N),”
Your name left him as a possessive growl as his arm tensed around you. Claiming you as his in the crowded bar. As if he was afraid you’d try to run, even though you’d long since stopped pretending you wanted to escape.
Cotton mouthed and silent, you looked up at him. Eagerly waiting for him to pounce and devour you.
Filling your vision, your senses, swallowing your moaned breaths with greedy lips. Pushing his body against you and blocking out the world.
Replacing it with a flash of tongue, the heat of open mouthed avaricious kisses and the scrape of teeth against sensitive flesh.
He was devouring you as hands tugged impatiently at your clothes. While calloused fingers massaged, pulled and soothed every new inch of skin revealed.
It was too much, not enough and everything you’d ever wanted. All at once.
Dean couldn’t take his mouth off of you. You tasted too damn good. You were sweeter than any forbidden fruit, and he was already hooked.
Fuck.
He never wanted to stop having you under his tongue. Even the split second it took for you to tear your t-shirt off your heated skin was too long. Leaving him chasing the taste of you with teeth grazing his bottom lip.
You were addictive; and he needed more.
“Need to taste you sweetheart,” He groaned, pouncing on you the moment more of your delicious body was revealed to him. “Allof you,”
Dean couldn’t take his mouth off of you. You tasted too damn good. You were sweeter than any forbidden fruit, and he was already hooked.
Fuck.
He never wanted to stop having you under his tongue. Even the split second it took for you to tear your t-shirt off your heated skin was too long. Leaving him chasing the taste of you with teeth grazing his bottom lip.
You were addictive; and he needed more.
“Need to taste you sweetheart,” He groaned, pouncing on you the moment more of your delicious body was revealed to him. “Allof you,”
Your back was against the motel room door; trembling fingers tugging at Dean’s hair as you gasped into the cool air. Relishing in the attention Dean was lavishing on your body.
Placing open mouthed kisses on any inch of skin he could reach, Dean ground against you. Humming in approval as you moaned impatiently.
You needed to feel more of him. All of him.
With a growl, your hunter unlocked the room and pulled you inside. Before once more lavishing your skin with teeth and tongue.
Behind him, the door closed with a click; locking you inside with your beast.
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!
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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.
“What do you think, Dr. Y/L/N?”
Your head sharply turns again at the sound of your name being said and you see Annabel looking at you questioningly, “I’m so sorry, what was that, again?”
Annabel repeats her approach and you take the chance to step further from Dean and closer to the patient, Garth, who you now vaguely remember having a short conversation with Dean about. Settling on a plan with Annabel quickly, she continues talking to Garth and you take the chance to excuse yourself for a moment. You head for the door and the moment you set foot in the hallway, you feel a wave of nausea run through you. A nurse passes by and you ask to be directed to the nearest bathroom, he points you in the direction and you quickly make your way over.
What the hell is he doing here? You must be cursed, this kind of thing doesn’t happen to normal people, does it? Of all people to run into, of all places to run into someone, it had to be Dean and it had to be here.
The nausea subsides as you lean over one of the sinks of the restroom you entered and you stare at your reflection in the mirror. You can see the fear in your eyes, the anxiety creeping up your spine as you remember the look in Dean’s eyes once he’d gotten over the shock of running into you. God, he must hate me…
Someone walks into the bathroom and you realize you’ve been standing there for too long. You need to go back and give Annabel some sort of explanation for your odd behavior, as well as excuse yourself for the rest of the day, and hopefully manage to avoid Dean in the process of it all.
Sure, ditch him again. It’s not like you haven’t been so horrible to him before.
You curse under your breath, knowing that your plan is cowardly, again. You want to be brave, be able to walk up to Dean and apologize. You want to let him say his piece, show his anger and chastise you for your behavior, but in truth you don’t know if you can take it. Not from him, at least.
Though you hate what you did to Dean by leaving so suddenly, you still treasure the memory of that last night by his side. The way he cared for you, treated you like a queen, touched you like you’ve never been touched before… How you ended it will always be one of the worst things you’ve ever done, yes, but that memory is your happy place. It’s sweet, precious, untarnished.
If you go to him now, it won’t be. If you let him say his truth and tell you how much he wishes he’d never met you, that last memory of your last night together will be taken from you. Instead of a loving embrace, your final memory of Dean Winchester will be him walking away from you after breaking your heart. Something you deserve, you know that… but not something you’re brave enough to take.
Taking a deep breath, having made up your mind to avoid Dean at all costs, you head back out to the hallway and warily make your way to Annabel’s office. You turn the corner and are about to reach the elevator when you see Garth being taken down the hallway in a gurney. And that’s when you realize… Dean is in Chicago to take care of a friend.
Who does that? What kind of person drops everything and gets on a plane to fly to another state to take care of a friend that they rarely even see anymore?
The good kind. And Dean Winchester is the best kind of person there is. He’s caring, loyal, the most selfless man you’ve ever met. He deserves better than to be ditched and avoided. He deserves at least a better explanation than some hurriedly written note, and definitely deserves the chance to get his thoughts and feelings off his chest.
Suddenly feeling braver than you have in a long time, you turn on your heel and make your way back to the room in which Garth was placed. Hopefully it’s not too late and he hasn’t left quite yet, though the chances of him still being in the room are slim. You finally arrive at the room and place a hand on the door handle. Taking a deep breath, you brace yourself for whatever you’re about to face and open the door carefully. You enter the room, a knot in the back of your throat as you look up from the floor and you can feel panic rise within as you see Dean still in the room, gathering what seem to be some of Garth’s personal belongings.
He looks up from the duffel bag he’s packing on the bed and once again, the air gets knocked out of your lungs as his eyes meet yours. What little courage you had earlier begins to slowly seep out of you and you’re having a hard time not running away.
Dean sighs and looks back down to the duffel on the bed, “come to ignore me some more, or did you just forget something?”
His voice is harsh and you can hear the anger and pain behind his words. Forcing some air back into your body, you clear your throat, “I - erm, I was hoping to talk, um, if that would be okay with you…”
He doesn’t respond but you close the door to the room to ensure some sort of privacy. Taking small, measured steps, you walk closer to him but stop in your tracks when you notice him stiffening as you draw closer. He doesn’t look up from his packing, but says, “talk about what? I think you made it very clear that you wanted nothing to do with me.”
“Dean, I - “
“If you’re here to apologize, apology accepted. Otherwise, don’t worry, I’m not stalking you or anythin’. You can go back to avoiding me.”
You visibly flinch at the sting of his words, a detail that doesn’t go unnoticed by him. Maybe he was wrong, maybe he never really forgave you like he told his friends, and himself, all those times. Whatever the case may be, he knows he didn’t mean to snap like he did, “sorry. I didn’t mean -”
“It’s okay,” you interrupt, “y-you’re right. I’ve been avoiding you when in reality it should be you avoiding me. What I did was… reprehensible.”
Dean, who has stopped packing the duffel completely and is now sitting on the bed, sighs, “that’s one way to put it.”
“Listen, Dean, I know I’m in no place to ask for anything from you – frankly, the fact that I’m even trying is too much – but, is there any chance you’d be able to meet me later tonight? I just, I feel like I owe you an explanation and I’d really like it if you could spare me a few minutes, maybe somewhere a little more private?” You hold your breath, expecting to be rejected but are surprised when Dean agrees to give you a chance.
You thank him and go to leave, having made plans to meet at the restaurant in your hotel for dinner. After apologizing to Annabel, you head straight to the hotel and hope that the nagging feeling in your gut is just nerves about your impending talk with Dean and not a preamble to a horrible night.
The few hours that have passed have been more than enough to put you on edge. By the time Dean texts you to tell you he’s on the way to your hotel, your nerves are fried and you fidget with your outfit and makeup for the thousandth time.
You look in the mirror, a small smile on your face as you give your appearance one last check before heading down to the lobby. You opted for something simple, dark jeans and a blouse with light makeup. Still, a big part of you wants to look your best for Dean.
“Table for two?” says the hostess when she sees you and Dean arrive. You nod and follow her to a table in the corner of the small restaurant, really it’s more of a lounge but it’s quiet and private enough for the conversation you’re about to have with Dean. When he arrived, you immediately felt faint and breathless. Though you saw him earlier, seeing him and being so close to him again made your chest tighten and the butterflies in your stomach go berserk. Ever the gentleman, he asked about your day and guided you to where the signs in the lobby indicated the restaurant was situated.
Now, sitting across from one another, you still find it hard to breathe and come up with anything other than one word responses and meek smiles. Finally, as the drinks are placed in front of you, whiskey for Dean and wine for you, he leans forward and asks, “so, what did you want to talk about?”
There it is. The million dollar question.
You look down and find your fingers anxiously wrapped around the stem of your wine glass. You know what you want to say, at least you did a couple hours ago, but have no idea how to begin. Instead, you go to take a sip of your wine and end up downing the whole thing in one go. Putting the glass down, you look at Dean and for a moment you swear you could see the corner of his mouth twitch the tiniest visible bit.
“Okay,” you breathe out. “First things first - “
“Are we ready to order?” the waitress interrupts to ask you, though you suspect her question is more directed at Dean as her eyes are glued to his face and her smile screams for attention.
Dean barely glances at her as he orders and, feeling bad for the girl, you try to be nicer though she glares at you as you place your order. Once she’s gone, you look back to Dean, who is still staring expectantly at you.
“Um, right.” Here we go, “like I was saying, first of all, I need you to know that leaving you… it was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done and I am so sorry. What I did was just, well, unacceptable for one, and so unfair to you. You know, you opened your home and your heart to me and I-”
You stop for a moment as tears begin to fall down your cheeks. Dean is silent, listening to every word yet remaining unreactive to any of it. Clearing your throat, you continue, “It’s not lost on me, Dean - the fact that I left you in such a cowardly manner. But that was all me, my fears took over and I just felt that I needed to leave, I needed to do something to prove that I can make choices for myself. And I knew that if I even let myself thinkof having an actual relationship with you, I would stay… for you. I don’t expect you to forgive me or even accept it, but if you could find it within you to understand, I couldn’t be that girl that changed her life for someone else. I did that once and I just couldn’t do it again.”
Looking down, you sniffle as you search for your napkin to wipe the tears from your face but find yourself frozen as Dean has left his seat and is now crouched down next to you, his fingers gently wrapped around your wrist. You lift your gaze and close your eyes as he takes the napkin and wipes your tears for you. He places the soft cloth down and his hand reaches up to touch the side of your face. The second you feel his touch, you feel as though a great weight is lifted off your chest and you let a shuddering breath out as his thumb gently caresses your cheek.
“Sweetheart,” Dean starts and you open your eyes to find yourself staring into deep emerald pools. “I would never hold that against you. If anything, I was prepared to let you go. The decision was always yours, and whatever it was, you always had my full support.
“Now, do I wish things had been handled differently? Of course,” he continues. “ And, sure, maybe I do still resent you a little for the way you left things between us but, trust me, I never even thought about making you change your entire life for me. That just wouldn’t be fair to you, and I… I love you too much to hurt you like that.”
You gasp softly as Dean says those three little words. During your stay in California, it became apparent just how much you love him, too. The pain you felt in your chest every single day was the biggest indicator. Before you can respond, Dean closes the short gap between you and you close your eyes.
His kiss is gentle, at first, tentative as he brushes his lips against yours with featherlight touch. The second you feel him against you, you sigh into his mouth, feeling as though you were finally complete again. Slowly, he begins to kiss you more urgently, his hand traveling to the back of your head as his tongue asks for entrance. You gladly give in, excitement coursing through your veins until the sound of someone nearby clearing their throat brings you both back to reality and Dean pulls back. You feel your cheeks warm as the waitress stares at you with a raised eyebrow and a forced smile, apologizing and announcing the arrival of your food. If Dean feels any embarrassment, he’s extremely good at hiding it because he simply returns to his seat and smiles politely as the food is set in front of you.
After asking if you need anything else, and throwing you a death glare, the waitress leaves and you look up to find Dean smirking as he watches your reaction, which he finds adorable and, quite honestly, hilarious. Especially the way your cheeks become visibly red and you avoid eye contact while your voice turns a couple octaves higher. In that moment, he realizes he’d almost forgotten just how beautiful you are and his chest tightens as pure joy overtakes his senses. He’s missed you for so long, never feeling quite right, a part of him always somewhat empty. And now that emptiness is finally gone, replaced by your mere presence. Admittedly, when he agreed to meet with you, he had prepared to at least make a clean break. But from the moment he saw you, he knew that he wouldn’t be able to do that, it would hurt too much, and when you began to cry, all his resolve went out the window and all he knew was that he needed to make you feel better, whatever it took. Now, seeing your reaction after his kiss, a kiss which had brought life back to him, he couldn’t help but smile.
For a few moments, you both sit there fiddling with your food, neither hungry anymore. At least, not hungry for the dishes in front of you, but rather hungry for each other. You don’t know how, but part of you can see in Dean’s eyes the same desire that you feel.
“Room 1107,” you whisper.
“Read my mind, sweetheart.” Dean stands and takes his wallet out, throwing a couple bills on the table as you gather your purse and jacket. You both hurry out of the lounge, Dean holding your hand as you head to the elevators. The doors open and you rush inside, barely pressing the button to your floor when Dean pushes you up against the side of the lift, his lips capturing yours in a bruising kiss. The air becomes hot and heavy, his hands are everywhere; on your hips, your waist, his fingers digging deep into the flesh beneath your blouse. You hold on to him for support and are about to wrap your legs around his waist when the elevator dings, signaling arrival to your floor. Everything is a haze as you rush out and fumble through your purse contents for your roomkey as Dean continues holding on to you, your back against his chest, his lips lightly sucking on the tender skin on the side of your neck. Shaky fingers wrap around the keycard and before you know it, you’re turned around, kissing Dean once more as he walks you backwards into the hotel room. Clothes are flying everywhere, the both of you a mere blur as you make your way to the bed, and the only thing you can focus on is the wonderful sensation of Dean’s skin against your own.
You giggle as you fall backwards onto the soft surface of the mattress, Dean standing above you, admiring your form as you do his. He’s so beautiful, so perfectly carved to your every desire, and underneath it all is the man you’ve come to love more than any before.
You lean up on your elbows as Dean kneels before you, his gaze full of love and admiration, you feel as though you may cry. No one before had ever looked at you with quite such… reverence. You smile as Dean leans down and gently presses his lips to your inner calf, slowly making his way up your leg, the stubble now adorning his cheek tickling you along the way. You lean back as his lips explore the soft, sensitive skin of your inner thigh. A soft moan escapes as he comes closer still to your now-soaked core, begging to be touched by those plump, full lips of his. Suddenly, his warm breath fans over your mound and you whine in protest and buck your hips upwards impatiently. He chuckles at your eagerness and wants to give in to the sweet sounds you make as he comes even closer, yet he knows he doesn’t want to rush it, not this. Slowly, agonizingly slow, his tongue traces a single line up your center, causing goosebumps to cover your whole body. Dean smiles and grabs your legs, placing them on his shoulders, before suddenly diving in once more, only this time he wraps his lips around your clit and sucks lightly which makes your legs tighten. Your hands are tangled in the sheets of the bed and you’ve forgotten how to breathe as Dean continues licking and sucking, his tongue taking you places you’ve only dreamed of. He continues feasting on you, delighted by your moans and whimpers, coming up every now and then to admire his work, how your body glistens and writhes at his touch.
Soon, you feel the coil in your belly tighten and Dean can tell you’re close. He slips a single finger into your sweet, dripping wet opening and groans as he feels your walls tighten. He adds another finger and begins fucking you as he continues sucking on your bundle of nerves. Gradually, his fingers go faster and faster, the pace matched by his lips and tongue until it all becomes too much and your orgasm hits like a freight train. You scream out in pleasure, your legs closing in around Dean, back arched and hands nearly pulling the sheets right off the bed as wave after wave of pleasure drown you in pure, complete bliss.
Before you can fully recover, you find yourself enveloped by warmth as Dean crawls up on the bed and catches your lips in a sweet kiss. His lips taste of you and you simply cannot get enough. Without breaking the kiss, you both move up the bed and Dean lines himself up with your entrance. He pulls back and stares deep into your eyes as his throbbing cock enters you slowly, inch by inch stretching your cunt. You gasp, your body on fire as he begins to move his hips. In and out, his eyes never leave yours as he makes love to you. His hands caress the side of your body and you trace your nails across his back, the pads of your fingers feeling the way his back muscles contract and extend as he continues his perfect movements.
He’s always been attractive, to the point of perfection to you but at this moment, he is simply beautiful. His lips are slightly parted, cheeks flushed, his sweat-soaked hair touching his forehead. And his eyes, those mesmerizing windows to the most wonderful soul, they see right through you with such fervor and love.
As the connection between you grows, so does the tension in the pit of your stomach. Dean knows exactly what to do when it comes to your body and you find yourself climbing closer and closer to that marvelous precipice, that moment of release you so desperately crave. He can tell how close you are and he struggles to hold back, too. The expression on your face, the sounds slipping past your lips, your walls contracting around him in sweet and delicious anticipation, it’s all he’s dreamed of for months. He wants to take you there, wants to see you become undone before him.
His movements speed up and become erratic, nearly sloppy. You close your eyes as you feel your orgasm loom around the corner, you’re so close, so tantalizingly, ridiculously close. Dean’s lips latch on to the tender skin on your neck, sucking at the sensitive spot where your neck meets your shoulder, the pulse point he knows will drive you absolutely insane. His teeth nip at your skin as his hips continue ramming into you. Your moans turn to screams and your vision turns white as the coil in your belly snaps and you’re suddenly hit with the most unimaginable pleasure. Electricity courses through your body, spreading from your core to the tips of your curling toes, blazing through your nerves like the most devastatingly sublime wildfire. As your body seizes, Dean can’t hold back anymore, groaning as he lets go, his seed filling you up. He collapses on top of you and rolls off, pulling you along to lay your head on his chest.
It’s a couple moments before either of you can catch your breath, you look up at Dean who places a kiss on your forehead before looking up at the ceiling. You smile as you continue to look at him - finally feeling complete after so many months of loneliness - when the words leave your mouth.
Evenwith your eyes glued to your glass, you could feelthe hunger in green eyes.
You were used to dealing with hungry stares when at the bar. But his were… Different.
You could sense how he savoured every inch of you with a flick of his tongue catching a stray droplet of beer on his lip. As if that same tongue was travelling the length of your body.
As Dean slowly stalked towards you, the calloused fingers travelling along the bar top sent pleasurable shivers through your body.
With Dean it was different. With him the hunger was palpable.
And Dean couldn’t wait to indulge in it. He’d have you melt on his fingers like chocolate. He’d commit the taste of you to memory. He’d savour every moan, every whimper. He’d drown in sugar and spice, in you. All night.
Everynight.
But first… Dean needed to make you his. First he needed to catch you. His skittish little kitten. Always so quick to run away.
But not anymore.
Dean was done playing. It was time he claimed his prize. Time he took what was his.
Of the endless ‘will-they-won’t-theys’. Of secret glances and his name sighed into the heated air of your bedroom. Pretending your fingers on your body were his as you traced countless dirty daydreams of lust-blown pupils and calloused hands; tugging, pulling, claiming.
You wanted him. Neededhim.
And by the way he seemed to be nearly branding you with forest fire eyes. Dean wanted you too. Across the bar, your hunter was growing impatient.
Yeah…
It was time to stop playing. Time to let him catch you; to let him claim his prey.
Dean clutched the bottle in front of him. Letting it cool the prickling in his palms as his eyes refused to leave you across the bar. He wanted you.
Damn it, no.
Dean didn’t just wantyou.
He craved you.
You were an itch he couldn’t scratch. A hunger that also echoed in the eyes of the other patrons in the shithole of a bar as they leered at you. Swallowing heavily, Dean clutched the bottle a little harder as he rolled his tongue against his lip.
