Rating: Explicit!!!! Word Count: uhhhh 470 :) Tags: Smut, Sex Slave, Bondage, Blindfold, Multiple Orgasms
With Sam long gone for the weekend, taking a hunt across the states with Gabriel, you and Dean have the whole bunker to yourselves. That means that it’s time to indulge yourself. The sound of the alarm had Dean throwing it against the wall before slowly slipping down the bed to settle between your legs.
He loves to go down on you, Dean knows exactly what to do and how to use his mouth to get you to cum over and over until you can’t anymore. And he did, leaving your chest heaving as he crawled up the bed until he was curled up at your side.
“I think… you should get the jar” you suggest, and you see Dean’s face light up as he pulls it from beneath the bed. It’s nothing special, a small jam-jar holding scraps of paper with your fantasies to act out, made specifically for times like this.
“I do believe it’s my turn to select one too” he smiles. You smile and lightly nip at his neck as he pulls out a piece of paper. It’s pink, a sign that it’s something that you want to do.
“What’s it say then…?” You prompt. Dean slowly unfolds the paper, reading the words three times to be sure of what he’s reading.
“We get to put the basement to use again” he smiles, showing you it.
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The cuffs are heavy on your wrists and ankles, holding you against the wall, with a blindfold blocking your view. Dean has already found a use for you three times, held against the wall. The sound of his boots echoing down the corridor fills you with lust again.
This is nothing like what you had imagined when you wrote sex slave on the paper. It’s so much better. You’ve lost count of how many orgasms you’ve had, and Dean doesn’t seem to want to let up yet. The door squeaks open and Dean’s scent hits your nose. He lets out a husky chuckle as his jeans slowly fall to his knees. He slowly grips your thigh.
“How are you feeling?” he asks.
“Mmh… amazing” you murmur, slowly rolling your hips. He chuckles slightly and nips your lip as he slowly eases into you again. You let out a soft moan as Dean fills you.
“You’re so good, (Y/N), so good to me…” he murmurs, his thumb teasing your clit as he slowly builds a rhythm in his movements, so deep and hitting that sweet spot inside of you over and over, that has you both coming hard. Dean chuckles slightly as he slowly eases out of you.
He kisses you gently as he gently cleans away the come again.
“I’ll see you in an hour, suga’” he teases, and a moment later, you hear the heavy bootsteps walking away.
“Nope. No horror. No romance. Not another series,” you sigh deeply while switching through the channels. “Alright, let’s have a look at Netflix then.”
You log into your account, searching for something to watch to take off your mind of the last hunt. “Uh-what’s that? Nailed it. Looks chaotic and crazy. Just my kind of entertainment.”
I don’t remember a life before spn, it’s literally become a part of my life and I’m gonna miss it terribly much. I can only imagine what Jared, Jensen, Misha, and the rest of the cast will feel like once its over. But one thing’s for sure, even after the show will be over, this family will live on. The song carries on.
A/N: This is a birthday present for one of the first people I ever talked to here on Tumblr, @but-deans-back-tho (aka Allie). Allie encouraged me to let my smutty freak flag fly instead of hiding the fact that I essentially spend most of my time here reading porn. This is personalized for Allie, but written as a reader insert, so everyone else can enjoy it, too. Special thanks to @littlegreenplasticsoldier who beta-read this for me and has been generally wonderful as fuck to me the past few weeks.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ALLIE!!
Summary: Dean wants to celebrate your new job by taking care of you in a new way.
Pairing: Dean x Reader (Allie)
Warnings: All the smut, but no butt stuff. Any other warnings would just be spoilers.
Word count: 4515 (I regret nothing, Allie deserves the best.)
As you drove home from your first day as a veterinarian, you couldn’t stop smiling. All the years of hard work, all the studying, all the time away from friends and family, had finally come together. You had your first job as a full-fledged veterinarian at a thriving practice. The first day had been mostly getting oriented, filling out tax forms, meeting the staff, and learning where everything was. Near the end of the day, though, you’d had a chance to help with an emergency surgery when a dog had swallowed a child’s sock. The dog was doing well, and you got go home with a feeling of accomplishment.
Sure, it would be better if Dean had been able to be there, but he was finishing a hunt with Sam, and you understood that he couldn’t always be there for you. Part time with your pie-loving Adonis was better than no time, and you would take what you could get. Besides, who else could boast that their boyfriend saved the world on a regular basis?
Your heart jumped when you pulled into your driveway and saw a certain black ’67 Chevy Impala. Just the sight of the black beauty got your motor running with inappropriate thoughts about its driver. Maybe this day would end perfectly, after all!
Jumping from your car, you ran along the side of your house to the back yard, following the sounds of Beckett barking, where you saw a sight that set your body racing. Dean was sitting on the steps of the deck wearing about half of a fireman’s uniform. The jacket and shirt were gone, leaving him bare-chested in the summer sun, only a pair of suspenders keeping your eyes from taking in all of his freckles. Your dog, Beckett, was running back and forth in the yard, racing to catch a tennis ball every time Dean threw it. Dean always grumped that he didn’t like dogs, and cats ranked right up there with some dick angel called Zachariah, but he got along famously with Beckett and took allergy pills so he could handle being around Charlie. He said it was a small price to pay for time with you.
Beckett bounded back to Dean, ball in mouth, happily giving it to Dean, who tossed it across the yard again. As he wound up for the throw, you watched the muscles in his shoulder and back play, bunching and stretching with the movement. His back was a work of art, the dips and planes mesmerizing to you. His shoulders were broad and powerful, his arms strong and well-muscled, and you started to get warm just thinking about how easily he could pick you up without breaking a sweat.
Summary:You’ve had a crappy week at work and sleep isn’t coming easy.
Characters:Reader, Dean
Pairings:Dean X Reader
Word Count: 2400
Warnings: Language, smut, unprotected sex, fluff
A/N: Thank you guys so much for reading. This is totally a self indulgent fic I wrote after a shitty day at work last week and I really needed some comforting Dean.
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Ughhhhhh. Dammit, it had been a long night at work. Everything that could have gone wrong did and there was nothing you could do to fix it. It was out of control. Even though your job was physical sometimes, you liked that, it wasn’t the problem. Maybe problem was the wrong word, just every once in awhile, sometimes once a week, maybe once a month you were so mentally exhausted from the people you could feel it in your bones.
You put the car in park inside the Bunker’s huge garage, sitting there for a moment, listening to the rest of the song for no reason, it wasn’t like you were particularly fond of it, you just need a second, pressing your eyes closed and your head back against the seat.
Breathe in, breathe out, turn the key and the engine cuts. The door creaks and you walk up the stone, your steel-toed boots squeaking on the polished concrete. You try to be quiet, no one’s awake right now, but it’s hard as hell.
summary: dean is moved by how he’s so lucky to finally have someone who isn’t afraid to show their love for him in simple, subtle ways. how lucky he is to have you in his life.
warnings: fluff, kissing, emotions, none really
word count:985
a/n:welcome to the first of five posts for my celebration! i hope you enjoy these little fics as much as i did writing them. this fic is based off of this song:
Summary: Dean’s upset when a Cupid marks him with an arrow but not his soulmate, or so he thinks. As he struggles to come to terms, he calls her everything other than her actual name, though maybe that’s just a part of getting struck by true love.
Warnings: language, name calling, kissing, implied smut (established friends with benefits relationship), fluff
A/N: Something silly just for fun. Enjoy… and Happy Valentine’s Day Written for @howbadcanitbebingo.
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“Stupid, Cupid.” Said Dean, walking into the motel room, stripping off his soaked jacket and throwing it onto the chair.
“What are you muttering over there, sourpuss?” You asked, pulling off your wet clothes since you guys had gotten caught in the rain chasing down the monster of the week.
Which turned out not to be the cupid you ran into, who of course Dean just had to go and make friends with. He wasn’t a fan and he made sure to tell you that every two minutes on the ride to the motel.
There wasn’t much privacy in the room to begin with and since the two of you had a sort of friends with benefits thing going on for a while now, you didn’t care to cover up. You’d certainly seen it all and so had Dean.
“Nothing, sweetheart.” He brushed you off, muttering under his breath, “…dumb, giant baby.”
With Valentine’s day fast approaching, Sam took some time off to go who knows where, doing who knows what with Eileen. Leaving you to deal with one very grumpy Dean. He’d been in a mood since the start of the case and there’d been nothing you could do to snap him out of it. And you tried everything, until you’d finally had enough of his attitude.
“That’s it! What is wrong with you, De?” You snapped, tossing your wet shirt at him, leaving you in your bra and jeans. It hit him in the face with a satisfying slap sound and you giggled at the face he made.
“I’m not even talking to you, nosy parker.” He stated, his eyes lingering a little too long on your chest to just be friends and he muttered again, “…frigging, wingless diaper muncher.”
“You’re obviously not talking to anyone else, old man.” You bickered, putting your hands on your hips and staring at him.
“Don’t start with me, sunshine- And you’re not a hell of a lot younger than me so I’d watch it, dollface.” He said, pulling off his wet shirts and tossing them in the pile on the ground with yours.
It was your turn to cast him a lingering glance. He was the perfect combination of soft and muscular and you bit your lip trying to trap a sigh. Your cheeks heating up too quickly, but he didn’t notice, too busy trying to hide his own growing feelings for you.
“I know but you get so angry when I call you a geezer. It’s adorable.” You smirked, you didn’t know why but you always loved teasing him when he was already annoyed.
“And you think that’s funny, little girl?” He asked with a raise of his eyebrows.
“Uh-huh, plus I think you’re kinda cute when you’re all flustered, tough guy.” You chuckled.
“I’m not the one who’s redder than a tomato right now, jiggles.” He pointed out, finally noticing the hue in your cheeks.
“Whatever, nipple sucker.”
“Hey. You like it when I do that, pumpkin.” He said matter-of-factly, his tongue peeking between his lips as he grinned at you and tilted his head.
“That was one time-”
“And every other time after that-”
“Shut up or it’s never happening again, dork.” You threatened, feeling even hotter than before.
“I can hold out a lot longer than you can, sweetness.” He bet, sliding his jeans down his thick thighs, leaving him in just his fitted red boxers. The ones with the little black hearts that you’d gotten him. He watched you squirm and bite the inside of your cheek as you filled with need. “Tough noogies, kitten.”
“Tease.” You called him.
“Brat.”
“Jerk.”
“Ass-butt.”
“Watch it, Dean, your Cas is showing… Hoser.” You muttered.
“Excuse me, peanut, what did you just call me?”
“…Honey.”
“That’s not what you said, darling.” He shook his head.
“How would you know, weirdo? You’ve been ignoring me all night; muttering insults every time you think I’m not listening, dick.” You cursed, finally calling him out on it.
“Not everything’s about you, cupcake.” He shook his head.
“Sure it’s not, babe.” You rolled your eyes, if it hadn’t been something you’d done, it had to be about you. Otherwise, you would’ve gotten it out of him by now, you always did. Sam called it your superpower. “You know I’ll get it out of you sooner or later, buddy, and I’d rather not do this all night. I’ve got other plans in store for you, big guy.”
“If you must know, princess, that damn cupid jabbed me with an arrow before he disappeared. So I’m not really in the mood for your teasing. Alright, buttercup?” Dean explained dryly.
“Alright… Why aren’t you with your soulmate then, Casanova?” You continued to tease ever so slightly.
“The butthead didn’t mark her. Said something about karma- I don’t know, he was still pissed that I punched in the face, the cry-baby.” Dean rolled his eyes, he never liked cupids, especially when they greeted him with a hug in their birthday suit no less.
“Oh… Are you sure about that, handsome? I mean, how do you even know who she is?” You asked, chewing on the edge of your thumbnail.
“Trust me, beautiful, I know. I felt it before he even touched me, it’s just more… intense now.” He said, his emerald eyes searching yours for something.
“So what are you gonna do about it, Romeo?” You egged him on, knowing exactly how he was feeling.
“Not much I can do, sugarplum.” Dean breathed with sad eyes, avoiding your gaze.
“You sure about that, stud muffin?” You asked, scrunching up your forehead.
“Yeah…” He sighed.
“Yeah?” You questioned, squinting up at him and grinning like an idiot.
“Uh- what are you getting at, chipmunk?” He replied, mirroring your grin after a moment.
“He marked me too, squirrel.” You admitted, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth and letting it go slowly.
“When?!”
“While you were renting the room, dumby. Cupids don’t mess around with true love, love-bug.” You said, noticing a look of relief in his bright eyes, like a weight was lifted off of his shoulders. “So, good-looking, you like me, eh?” You asked, wetting your lips in antici… -pation.
“Cuddle bug, you have no idea.” He breathed, closing the distance between you far too slowly for your liking.
“Why don’t you show me, squishy.” You pulled him down by the back of his neck and into a needy kiss.
His lips slipping between yours as he struggled to keep up, still shocked that you were actually meant for him this whole time. He loved the idea of that, belonging to each other after craving all of you for so long. You were written in the stars together.
“Pretty girl, wait.” He panted, breaking the kiss but staying close enough to feel your moist breath on his skin. He was having second thoughts already ‘cuz let’s face it, it’s Dean; he never thinks he’s good enough even when he most definitely is. “Maybe we should call Cas, maybe he can reverse this.”
“Is that even what you want, doofus?” You pleaded, just wanting to keep on kissing him.
“No, Y/N/N. Of course I want you, angel.” But he had to ask one last time. “You sure you want me for keeps, baby girl?”
“Shut up and kiss me, tiger.” You moaned, pulling him down to meet your lips again, letting out a small squeak when he nibbled on your bottom lip and unhooked your bra.
From where I stood backstage I could hear the crowd of Supernatural fans burst into laughter over the story Jensen was telling them about that involved our four year old son tumbling off his bike down the little hill at the park near our house. I didn’t have to pull the curtain to see his reactions as there was a monitor back here and judging by the grin on his face I could tell what was coming next.
“So now Miles is at the bottom of the hill quiet as a lamb and I kid you not, this was Y/N’s reaction. OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD, MILES!” Jensen was now out of his seat mimicking the way I chased after Miles that day which only sent the crowd into another fit of laughter.
“Oh hell no, can I have a mic?”
The thing is neither Jensen nor Jared knew that I hopped on a flight to come to their con in Vancouver so me stepping on stage is bound to take them both by surprise. The assistant handed me a microphone and I climbed the steps to the stage. The crowd cheered even more when I came into their line of sight.
“Meanwhile this was Jensen, HE’S GOT HIS HELMET ON HE’S FINE!” I tried to drop my voice to mimic him and he immediately turned to look at me with such disbelief written on his face.
“Y/N!” Jared pushed Jensen out of the way on his way over to me; the tall beast picked me up with his arms wrapped around me in a bone crushing hug, if nobody that knew a thing about us they’d swear that the moose was my husband with his enthusiasm.
“I haven’t seen my beautiful wife in two weeks and you pushed me out of the way to get to her first. Put her down now!” Jared turned to look at him and from the monitor on this side of the stage I could see Jared sticking his tongue out at his friend refusing to put me down just yet.
“I haven’t seen her in three weeks so shh.” Since my arms were squished to my sides I couldn’t do anything more than stick my face into the crook of his neck which had the fans cooing at the sight.
“I missed you too Jared, now put me down, the air is thin up here.” Finally giving in, Jared placed my feet back onto the ground and steadied me only for my husband to do the same thing but this time I wrapped my legs around his waist and my hands immediately found their place in his grown out hair.
“Hi handsome.”
“Hi beautiful lady, this is a nice surprise.” Jensen took a couple steps back to where his stool is and the way that he did it so effortlessly too had the crowd whistling suggestively. Once I was seated Jensen brought his mic up to his mouth.
“Get your minds out of the gutter.” Although he used his dad voice, his face was saying the complete opposite, happy with the fact that his fans now had a memory that they’re never going to forget.
“Where’s my kid?”
“He’s napping in one of the rooms backstage, where are my manners? Hi everyone, how are we doing tonight?” The fans cheered once more and I took that as a good sign. Jensen nudged my legs open so that he could stand between them with his back to me and just as if we were home, I didn’t hesitate to rake my fingers up his back and through his hair. By the look on Jensen’s face, the fans could tell how much he had missed my touch and if we’re being honest, I missed having him around too.
“Look at him, he’s like a puppy.” Jared shouldn’t be the one to talk when he himself is a sucker for head scratches.
“Says the actual puppy.”
“You know Jay I’ve gotta say, you do look extra handsome today. Dark colours really look good on you.” The olive green shirt and his black jeans was an excellent pairing.
“Thanks darlin and you look gorgeous as always. Alright, back to why we’re really here. See, my wife shows up here and threw me off, we were taking questions. Who’s the next lucky person?” Jared squinted his eyes to search the crowd until his eyes landed on the Castiel cosplayer.
“You in the trench coat, let us haveth thy question.”
“Uh hi, my name’s Sara and my question isn’t about the show but it’s for the Ackles.” A woman’s voice filled the auditorium and by her tone I could guess what her question was going to be.
“Shoot.”
“What is one thing that you both love that your son does and do you guys plan on having another one?” Jensen dramatically leaned back on me at the second part to her question, he hadn’t voiced his opinion on having another kid running around the house so this should be fun.
“Miles is a mama’s boy and every night he makes sure that Y/N is the one who feeds him his dinner, gives him his bath and cuddles with him until he falls asleep and from my point of view I adore their bond, I think it’s amazing.”
“Miles is at the age now where you know, kids mimic what they see and his new thing is wearing daddy’s hat backwards and he’d get me to fill his sippy cup with juice or water so that he could join Jensen on the couch to watch whatever he’s watching on tv.”
“I actually saw the photo you had posted on Instagram about that and I thought that it was cute, he’s Jensen’s mini-me.”
“Definitely and about baby number two, Y/N and I haven’t discussed it but I’m sure if it does happen we’ll both be over the moon about it.”
I didn’t fly all the way from Texas to Vancouver, Canada to just see Jensen, I came because I had something important to tell him and this lovely lady set it up so nicely for me to break the news.
“You know I’m so glad you said that Jay because we’ve got give or take six months left of being a family of three.” Jensen didn’t fully process my words until the crowd went insane at my announcement. He immediately turned around to face me, shocked by what I said.
“What? You- shut up!”
“Surprise!” He cupped my face in his hands before planting a celebratory kiss on my lips.
“When did you find out?”
“Yesterday and I hopped on a flight first thing this morning to come tell you.” Jared bounded over to wrap his arms around Jensen.
“Congratulations you two!”
“Thank you Jared.”
I didn’t want to take up anymore time on their stage so I quickly kissed Jensen’s cheek and told him that I’ll see him afterwards. I waved to everyone in the crowd on my way off the stage and passed the mic back to the assistant.
For the rest of the panel, the boys messed around on stage and Jensen got a whole lot of congratulations on our growing baby inside of me. Coming closer to the end Miles woke up from his nap and Jay called out for me to rejoin them on stage.
“Daddy!” Miles stretched for his father and Jensen immediately took him from me, happy to finally have his son back in his arms. The band played music to close off the event and some of the other cast members came out on stage to join the fun. With Miles on his hip, Jensen pulled me into his side to kiss me once more in the midst of all that’s going on around us.
Although we hadn’t planned for another one, I have no doubt in my mind that he or she is going to be loved unconditionally by us and by extension, the Supernatural family.
The wrap party for the long-running show Supernatural was in full swing, music playing in the background of the room filled with production crew and the main stars of the show.
Y/N took the beer bottle from Jensen’s grasp and thanked him for the beverage. If it was completely up to her she would’ve stayed at home but she knew how much tonight meant to her boyfriend and she didn’t want to let him down tonight by not attending the wrap party for the show.
“You’re pretty quiet tonight, everything alright?” Jensen’s breath fanned against her ear and he spoke for only her to hear him. Usually Y/N would be the life of the party, joining him and Jared for a round of shots but tonight she opted to keep her distance from the crowd, especially his ex-wife Danneel.
“Everything’s fine J don’t worry about me.” Y/N tried her best to reassure him that nothing was wrong but they both knew that something was definitely off.
“Y/N! How nice to finally see you crawled out of your hole to join us.” Jared wrapped her up in one of his bear hugs with Genevieve and the redhead beside him. Genevieve pried him off of her to give her a hug as well while Danneel merely gave her a once over over the rim of her glass.
“It’s nice to see you as well, how are the kiddos?”
“They’re great, Odette is growing up so fast.”
“And Danneel, how are you?” Y/N always tried to be civil whenever they were in the same room but the red head never cared much about Jensen’s new and younger lover.
“Clearly better than you, when was the last time you looked in a mirror?” Genevieve and Jared both shared the same look, the taller one in the group nudged his friend to speak up but he chose to stay out of it hoping that she would stop.
“Right before I left home actually.”
“And you still left the house looking like that, damn Jensen, you could’ve upgraded at least.” Jensen remained tight-lipped which angered Y/N even further. Pleased with herself, the red head left the four of them behind, making her way through the mass of bodies in the room.
“Don’t take her on Y/N, she’s just had too much to drink tonight, I’m sure she didn’t mean anything by it.” Genevieve gave her arm a gentle squeeze, Jared on the other hand dragged his friend away to talk some sense into him.
“No Gen, that’s how she’s always been towards me since Jensen introduced me into the kid’s lives. I try to be civil at least enough for their kids but she makes it so damn hard and Jensen- you know what, I think I’m calling it a night.” Genevieve knew there was no use in trying to stop her friend from leaving, she was pissed off and the fact that Jensen didn’t tell his ex-wife to back off only added fuel to the raging fire.
“How are you gonna get home?”
“I’ll get an Uber, I’d he asks for me kindly tell him to fuck off. Goodnight Gen, you guys have fun, I’m not staying to ruin anyone’s night.” Y/N downed her beer and left the empty bottle on the nearest table on her way out.
Danneel couldn’t help but smile, watching on as Y/N stormed out and got into an Uber. There was nothing wrong about the girl that her kids called “Mommy number two” other than the fact that she now had Jensen and she hated that.
The red head sauntered over to the trio who were deep in a conversation; one that Jensen wasn’t pleased with having out in the open. His green eyes found the conniving woman and his scowl deepened further. Jared and Genevieve threw glares at her as they left them to talk.
“You are unbelievable Danneel, all she’s been trying to do was be cordial but for whatever reason yet again, you’ve been nothing but a bitch with your constant jabs at her.” Jensen has had more than enough of the red head to last him a lifetime, the only reason he still considers her someone important in his life is the kids that they created together.
“Oh please J, you know you could do much better. Maybe even coming back to me, we could pick things up right where we left off. Admit it J, you still love me.” Jensen tensed up beneath her hold on his bicep, pulling herself closer to him.
“You’ve officially lost all sense, there’s nothing there Danneel.”
“Oh it’s there J that’s a lot of years, memories to just walk away from.”
“Yeah, well I wasn’t the one that walked first.” With that said, Jensen left her standing there, making his way through the crowd. His green eyes scanned the mass of bodies for his girlfriend but she was nowhere to be seen.
“Gen have you seen Y/N?”
“She left and don’t you even think about going after her so soon. She’s upset and you rushing home to get to her would be a stupid decision, give her time to cool off properly otherwise you’d be sleeping on the patio.” As much as he hated to admit it, she was right.
While Jensen grabbed himself a bottle of water, Y/N’s Uber was pulling up to the curb of their home. She paid the young man and got out.
"Thanks, have a goodnight.”
She shut the car door and made her way up to the front door of her shared house with Jensen. She was still pissed off about the way Danneel made it her business to be rude to her; hopefully Jensen doesn’t come home anytime soon because he would get an earful from her.
She decided to take a shower that was needed now more than ever to wash away her anger. Hopefully Genevieve and Jared kept Jensen busy until they decided that it was all clear for him to leave the party to get to her. Once she was finished, she got out and dried her skin before pulling up her underwear and slipping on one of her big t-shirts.
Her phone kept buzzing on the nightstand with Jensen’s face and caller ID lighting up the screen. She watched it ring until I went to voice-mail.
“Damnit Y/N.” Jensen’s frown deepened as he tapped on her contact to send her a message instead; all he wanted to know was that she’s fine.
Hey angel, did you get home okay? I’m losing my mind here. Could you please let me know.
Her phone pinged signalling his text and her only response was the emoji thumbs up. She didn’t want to talk to him right now but she also didn’t want him to worry about her safety. Jensen, however, wanted more than a thumbs up reaction to his message. He made his final rounds around the room and left the wrap party. Y/N has had more than enough time to relax.
Speaking of which, Y/N was now sprawled out on the couch flicking through the cable channels, CW had reruns of Supernatural and the last thing she wanted to see was Danneel sharing the screen with J2. She kept changing the channel until she finally settled on a home renovation show. Her phone screen lit up yet again but this time it was JJ trying to FaceTime.
“Hiya sweetpea.”
“Hi!” The little girl smiled brightly at her, Arrow and Zepplin were standing behind her on their mother’s couch with their hands in their older sister’s hair.
“What are you three doing up, it’s late.”
“Couldn’t sleep and our sitter doesn’t mind that we’re up. Aren’t you supposed to be with dad?” In the background Zepplin reached over to Arrow and grabbed a handful of her hair to pull her head towards him.
“I was but then I had to leave early. Zep don’t yank Arrow’s hair, baby boy.” The five year old listened to her and untangled his tiny hands from Arrow’s locks.
“What do you say?”
“Sorry sissy.” The little boy kissed his sister’s cheek and she pushed away, still upset that he pulled her hair.
“Is dad home? I tried calling him but it went straight to voicemail.” The Ackles offspring had impeccable timing because as soon as the words left her mouth, the front door opened and the man in question walked in.
“He is now.”
“Can I talk to him?” Y/N pushed up to her feet and passed him the phone on her way to the kitchen; she didn’t stick around to listen to his conversation with the kids. Jensen shifted his focus from his pissed off lady to his kids that were excited to see him. They told him how their day was and what movie they’re watching, the regular stuff kids that age always got excited to tell their parents about. JJ could tell that there was more going on between her dad and Y/N as he didn’t greet her the way he usually did with a kiss to her cheek or forehead; they were fighting.
“Dad are you and Y/N fighting?” Jensen merely scoffed at his daughter’s excellent observation skills. With her arms crossed and eyebrows lifted, the eight year old waited for him to say something but he didn’t.
“If you are, you need to make it better before we get there tomorrow afternoon.”
“Alright, alright missy. You and your siblings should get some sleep, I love you J bird. Goodnight rascals.” The call ended and he placed the device on the coffee table; time to attempt to talk to Y/N who busied herself with washing the dishes in the sink.
“Darlin’.”
No answer. Jensen closed the distance between them by moving to wrap his arms around her stomach, knowing how much she loved when he did that.
“I’m sorry, I should’ve said something.”
“Why, it’s not the first time you’ve let that shit slide Ackles so why apologise now?” Y/N tried to get out of his hold but that only made him hold onto her tighter.
“Let me go Jensen.”
“No, you’re going to stay right here and listen to me.” His beard burned against the shell of her ear.
“You’re right, I did let her get away with a lot but tonight was the final straw. I called her out for it afterwards and I know that me saying this might not even mean shit to you but I did.”
“Only took you sixteen months but hey, you said something. I’m serious Jensen, let me go.” Defeated, he did as told and she gladly took several steps away from him.
“Did she at least tell you why she’s been bitching at me every single chance she had?” Y/N wasn’t a stupid woman, she knew the redhead still had feelings for him but she wanted to hear the words leave his mouth.
“She still has feelings for me apparently.”
“What about you, do you still have feelings for her?”
“No, hell no. I closed that door the minute I signed those divorce papers. The only woman that I love is standing in this room.” Rolling her eyes, Y/N spun on her heels to leave the kitchen.
“You would’ve put a stop to it sooner if that was true. I’m sleeping in the guest room tonight.” Jensen followed after her all the way up the stairs to the guest room at the end of the hallway but he was a second too slow to stop the door from closing in. The lock clicked and he sighed, knocking against the wood.
“Baby please, open the door.” Y/N leaned against the door instead of letting him in.
“You’re right, the first time it happened I should’ve nipped it in the bud but instead I let it drag on for far too long and that must’ve given you the impression that I still have feelings for her but I promise you that I don’t. If it wasn’t for JJ, Arrow and Zepplin I wouldn’t have any sort of connection to her but we do have the kids Y/N and they adore you just as much as I do.” Y/N felt her anger slowly slipping away and she hated the fact that he couldn’t leave her to be angry.
“You can be mad at me all you want tomorrow baby but let’s not go to bed like this.” She caved and unlocked the door. Jensen let himself in and immediately pulled her flush against him, wrapping his arms around her and she caressed the back of his head.
“I love you darlin’.”
“You couldn’t let me be mad at you for once.”
“Nope.” Jensen hoisted her up into his arms and she instinctively secured her legs around him.
“What are you doing?”
“You’re not sleeping in here and I have some making up to do.” Jensen carried her over to their room with a cheeky smile on his face. Y/N squealed as he dropped her on the bed and he wasted no time in caging her beneath him.
Just a collection of a few fics that I really really like. None of them are mine obviously. Most of them are reader inserts unless marked otherwise. Mostly female reader inserts.
When stated 18+ DO NOT PROCEED AS A MINOR
☆ fluff, ◇ angst/sad, * smut, ♡ personal favourite (even tho most of them are my favs)
(unfinished and unedited, if a link doesn’t work tell me in the comments)
Dean wasn’t sure where he was. It looked like a Motel he was stood in front of but it’s not one he’s familiar with.
He was here for a reason. He knew that much.
Something had lead him here.
“Dean…”
He turned his head in the direction he thought he head his name being called.
Nothing was there.
He ventured a little further and discovered his Impala was parked up in front of him.
No Sam.
The passenger side door of Dean’s Baby popped open and Dean’s breath left his body in a whoosh.
“Hey handsome.” Dean heard you say as you stepped in front of the car and lent against the front.
You weren’t wearing any clothing.
Nothing.
Dean thought he felt some drool rolling down the corner of his lips and his heart and blood picked up pace.
Damn, you’re beautiful.
You both are.
A loud noise startled Dean awake, he hadn’t realised he had fallen asleep behind the wheel of the Impala, a quick look around and he saw you approaching the car from the take-out place you had been to order some food for the three of you.
Dean was looking forward to going to sleep when they got the Motel, he really wanted to finish what had started.
Bump into “Daniel” In a bar and get drunk after a nasty fight with Dean. Very tiny bit of smut, not very descriptive and quite short. Between * if you want to avoid. 6 months earlier
“Dean please, I haven’t seen you in so long. I miss you.” You cried down the phone.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t come over for at least another 2 weeks. I’m in the middle of a case.”
This relationship started so amazing, a gorgeous man with so much wit and charm. Somehow managed to fall for you as quickly as you fell for him. He took you places, road trips, spoiled you. You loved him so much. But it became so hard once his brother dropped out of college to go help Dean find their missing father. You loved Sam, he was a great man. But since he came back on the scene Dean became so busy and your relationship suddenly because very long distance.
“I’m sorry y/n but there’s nothing I can do.” He apologised.
“Hey Dean baby..” you heard a woman’s voice in the background of Dean’s call, wherever the hell he was.
“Who was that??” You yelled.
“What? No one!”
“I can’t do this Dean. Maybe we should just end it.”
“Maybe we should.”
“Fine.” You hung up the phone and chucked it across your apartment.
You screamed in frustration. This is not how you wanted things to end up. Dean proved to be so loyal time and time again, but hearing a girls voice in the background of his call when you hadn’t seen him for almost 2 months and he insisted it would be longer just pushed you over the edge.
“Fuck him.” You grumbled to yourself as you dried your tears. You texted a girlfriend on the way out the door, and started walking to a bar a few streets over.
You landed at a bar stool around 15 minutes later. Your friend had replied to your text, she wasn’t available tonight.
“Great” you mumbled sarcastically to yourself.
“Something wrong sweetheart?” The man beside you turned around to you. He was older, but sexy as hell nonetheless. He had dark hair and scruff, dressed in a black coat, he looked pretty mysterious.
“Yes. My boyfriend- ex boyfriend rather, is an asshole. My best friend is a let down and I REALLY need a drink.” You sighed and put your head in your hands.
“Waiter? Beer for this gal please. She REALLY needs a drink” the man ordered while poking fun at you, somehow managing a small snicker from you.
“Thanks” you smiled “But I’m definitely not going to be good company tonight.” You took your beer from the bartender and took a swig. Your phone was buzzing in your pocket, you took it out and sighed.
“That the ex?” The man asked.
“Yep.” You hung up and put the phone back in your pocket. You thought about the girl on the phone, and you just got so mad. How could he do that?
“What’s your name by the way? I’m y/n” you put your hand out to the man. He paused for a moment.
“Daniel. Good to meet you.” He gave you a proper smile for the first time, and it weirdly reminded you of Dean. You loosened up a bit after that.
Around three hours went past and you and Daniel were having the most fun. You had a round of pool, a few more beers and too many shots.
You were coming back from the bathroom to the small two seater table you and Daniel were now sitting at when you tripped, he reached back from his seat and barley grabbed you in time.
“Embarrassing!” You said between laughs. He chuckled at you and stood you back up.
“Let me walk you home” he said. You agreed, That would be a good idea. You could barley see straight. You wandered through an alleys as a short cut with Daniel, arms linked for support as you wobbled around in your drunken state.
He definitely wasn’t sober either, but he was far better at holding his alcohol than you apparently. You took a little wobble, catching yourself with the free arm. Daniel laughed at you as you stood back up straight. You leaned your back against the wall, taking a minute to steady yourself after a fit of giggles.
“This is the most fun I’ve had in a long time.” You smiled at him. Daniel closed the gap between you both and gazed into your eyes. You looked up, he was taller than you, at least 6 foot. He was a gorgeous man, but his eyes were so sad. He had scars and marks over his face that told a story. He had a hard life, and here he was ended up drinking with you and making you laugh all night. You clearly had a type.
“Me too. I haven’t loosened up this much in years. Thank you, y/n.”
He slowly brought his lips to you and pressed them against yours very gently. For such a rugged man to be so delicate was a shock, but a pleasant surprise nonetheless. You lingered for a very brief second. Dean and you had JUST broken up. Was it OK to move on so soon? On the other hand, you were single, and a handsome older man was interested in you. There was no reason you couldn’t have a little bit of fun.
*
You kissed him back, rougher than him. Immediately opening the kiss with your tongue and grabbing a the back of his neck to sink him into you. He matched your energy with a fist full of hair and the other hand around your waist gripping you tight. One of your hands slowly slid down his body and caressed his boner to let him know you wanted more. With a smirk he popped open your jeans and slid his hand down under your under wear. You gasped at his cold hand against your flesh, but he gently shushed you as his fingers made contact with your folds. Your kisses got sloppier as his finger slid it’s way into your opening, followed by a quiet gentle moan from you. He started to move it around in circular motion as his kisses made their way to your neck, but all of a sudden something in your head just switched. You weren’t ready to move on, you weren’t even sure if you were ready to leave Dean at all.
*
“I’m sorry” you whispered sharply. You pushed Daniel off you and buttoned up your jeans.
“Hey I didn’t mean to-”
“It’s not you. Sorry” You apologised and left the alley, walking a few more minutes before you reached your apartment.
As you fumbled to get your keys out of your pocket, you heard a noise inside your apartment. You realised the door wasn’t locked, so you peered it open slowly. You entered cautiously, trying to recall everything Dean had taught you about self defence when from the door way you noticed a figure on your couch.You edged to the kitchen counter to your right and grabbed the knife that was laid there. As you inched towards the figure and raised the knife above your head, the man jumped from the couch and spun round as your screamed.
“Fucking hell y/n were you going to stab me?”
“DEAN!” you yelled. He was the last person you expected to see in your apartment right now.
“You scared the shit out of me.” You sighed lowering the knife and fumbling to the wall switch to turn on the light.
“Come here” He walked towards you, arms out ready for your embrace but you stopped him.
“Wait stop. Why are you here?” It made no sense. He said he couldn’t be here for at least two weeks, hadn’t been over in almost 2 months, but now when you guys break up, he suddenly able to come round within a few hours?
“That was a pretty bad fight, y/n. I was worried if i didn’t see you soon, we’d break up.” He explained. As soon as the words left his mouth, you instantly felt your gut twist. A mixture of the alcohol, anxiety and guilt had you barley able to stand. Your knees went to gave in, but Dean caught you before you dropped. He pulled you into a hug as he held you.
“I thought we did break up..” You whispered, as a tear escaped your ducts.
“Hey” He shushed you. “You think I’d let you go that easy, huh?”
Dean guided you to your room and laid you on the bed. He took off your shoes and jacket and put the covers over you.
“I’ll be on the couch, we can talk in the morning when you’re sober.” He smiled before leaving the room and closing the door.
You didn’t mean to betray him, but that didn’t change the fact that you did. This caring man drove the whole way from another state, left in the middle of a case which is something he never does. When only minutes ago you had another mans hand down your trousers. You cried into your pillow, ridden with guilt. You had to tell him the truth in the morning.
S1 Dean and Sam looking for their dad, who turns out to be a man you had crossed paths with before under a false name.
There is some smut, as this blog usually doesn’t ave smut I’ve put it between asterisks * so you can skip if needed. It’s not very long nor descriptive to avoid taking up much of the story.
“Hey Babe” Your boyfriends grumbly voice was music to your ears as you picked up your cell phone. Between looking for John and Sam’s visions, Dean had been busy and didn’t have much time to spend with you lately. You completely understood, but you still missed him greatly when he wasn’t around.
“Look, we have a major lead on Dad and it’s in your town, can me and Sammy crash for a few days until we figure it out?” Dean asked.
“Yes of course, no question.”
“Thank you. We’re only a couple of hours away. See you soon. Love you.” Dean hung up the phone and you immediately jumped off the couch and started to tidy up your apartment. You made up the spare bedroom for Sam, making sure to light a candle and spray some pillow spray to have to place nice for him. He was used to sleeping in shitty motels, and on the rare occasion that Sam stayed with you, Dean always points out how late he sleeps in compared to normal. Mostly because hes comfortable and in a bed that doesn’t have springs poking out of the mattress, but you like to go the extra mile to look after your boyfriends little brother whenever you can. After all he does for the world, he deserves it.
You headed to your own bedroom and gave it the same treatment, new sheets, nice candles lit, hopefully let the eldest Winchester have a bit of comfort himself whilst he stays at yours. You try to make him feel safe when he’s here, like it’s a home to him. You hoped in the shower and cleaned yourself up, dressing yourself in a sexy nightdress, draping a dressing gown over your body for modesty while Sam is about. You went to the kitchen and started preparing the boys a nice home-cooked meal, which is something they didn’t get very often. Just as the food was ready, they walked through the door.
“Hi!” You skipped over to them, always happy to see them both in one piece. You gave Sam a quick hug and told him to get stuck in to the food. Dean cam trudging in behind with the bags and dropped them at the door when he seen you running at him, his strong arms caught you and wrapped around your body, squeezing you tight and making you feel so safe. It had been almost 2 months since you seen him last, your bodys ached for eachother. To be held in his arms right now felt like the best feeling in the world. He set you down and planted a kiss your lips gently, making you melt.
“I made you dinner” You whispered to him, he pulled your body in tight to his own and nibbled on the tip of your ear.
“It can wait” He whispered in your ear, his voice sending shivers down your spine. You moaned slightly and he chuckled, amused by what he was already doing to you before he had even got started. He picked you up and threw you over is shoulder, irrupting a little scream out of you.
“Put your headphones on Sammy!” Dean chuckled as he walked past his brother towards the bedroom, who had noting to say except a playful scoff and the rolling of his eyes as he dug into his food.
*
Dean opened the bedroom door and threw you down on the bed, your dressing gown falling open as you landed, he admired your body in the black lacy nightdress.
“Look at you all dressed up for me.” He bit down on his lip, as he kicked his boots off and crawled over to you. He spread your legs and positioned himself on top of you, pressing his body against yours and started kissing you neck. You pulled his flannel off his shoulders and chucked it on the floor. You grabbed his face and kissed him, your tongue parting his lips and meeting his as he deepened the kiss. Your hand found its way to his boner in his jeans where you caressed it, before making your way to the buttons on his jeans and pulling them open.
His hand hiked up your nighty and played around between your legs getting you ready for him, as you tugged his boxers off him. You gently jerked his dick as you guided it towards your opening. He slid in slowly as you held on to his biceps, wincing slightly at the size.
“Good girl” He smirked as you adjusted to his size and started to lightly thrust your hips. One hand on your bed frame propping himself up, the other was on your hip, his finger tips dug in deep as he stopped your movements and took over.
As he thrusted inside you hitting your G-spot you felt yourself start to grip around his cock as the pressure built up, you dug your nails into Dean’s shoulders and couldn’t old your moans in any longer.
“Yes baby.” Dean encouraged you as his hand found it’s way to your clit, rubbing it to help your orgasm along. You screamed as you reached your came on his dick, your pussy tightly gripped it which pushed him over the edge, and with a few more thrusts made him cum inside you as he groaned in your ear.
*
He landed beside you panting, and after a brief moment his gaze found you.
“I missed you so damn much” He said whilst sloppily kissing your lips, before cuddling into your chest and falling asleep.
“Y/n? Dean?” Sam pounded on your door in the morning time, waking you both up. Dean jumped out of bed immediately, threw on his jeans and was at the door before you had even sat up. Hunter reflexes. He opened the door and his body relaxed when he seen Sam wasn’t in any danger.
“I just got a call from another hunter who swears they just seen Dad heading into a warehouse, about 10 minutes from here.” Sam explained.
“Shit” Dean grabbed his t shirt off the floor and yesterdays flannel, picking it up from where you had dropped it the night before. You had jumped out of bed in shock, still in your lacy nighty but not really caring at this point, you knew how long they had been waiting for this, this was massive. You didn’t know what to do or say but Sam and Dean had been searching for their dad for so long, you were dating Dean for over a year and hadn’t even met him yet.
“I think I know the one” You said.
“Get your clothes on, were leaving” Dean said as he rushed out the door. You rummaged through your drawers and quickly threw on a sweatshirt and a pair of jeans, along with a pair of boots. You piled your hair into a messy pony tail and rushed out to the car were Sam and Dean were waiting.
You Directed dean the whole way there, he managed to make it there in just over 5 minutes. They armed up, not knowing what was inside the warehouse along with their dad but that wasn’t going to stop them. With shotguns in their hands and you tightly tucked behind Dean where you were told to stay at all times, the boys entered the warehouse. The sounds of screams and chanting in a foreign language met your ears as soon as you stepped inside. The three of you quietly moved towards the room where the noise was coming from, and Dean slowly opened the door. In the room was a limp body tied to a chair and a man stood near it.
“Dad?” Dean whispered. He wasted no time in storming over to him, and stood right in front of him for a brief moment before his father pulled him down into a hug. Sam followed behind with tears in his eyes and hugged him too. You waited by the door way not wanting to get in the way, mainly looking at the body in the middle of the room. That was until you heard John call your name. You looked up at him and had a proper look at him for the first time and when your eyes met, the colour drained from your face and your eyes widened. You felt sick to your stomach as you realised who the man in front of you was.
“Daniel..” You whispered to yourself. You had to turn away from him, the ache in the pit of your stomach from seeing him again was making you want to vomit. You heard Dean calling your name, but it seemed like it was faint noise in the distance despite him being a few feet away.
“I’m sorry” you whispered as you jogged out of the warehouse away from Sam, Dean and the man you had once cheated on Dean with, who turned out to be their father.
Hi! Can you do an imagine where Dean and Sam comes back to find the reader possessed. And Dean is willing to do anything to save the reader because he loved her. And some fluffy after care? Thanks!
Hi! Can you please do a Dean x reader where the reader comes back from Hell and she sees Dean and he’s happy to see her, but she’s acting distant and cold after what happened to her in hell, but he convinces her how much he loves her and they decide to pick up where they left off in the romantic relationship they had before the reader died? Can it be kind of angsty but fluffy at the end? Thank you so much!
Combined these 2 requests. This one is a bit shorter, but hope you enjoy anyway.
It was your first hunt since you’d came back from hell. Tension was thick in the air for multiple reasons. One; You’d changed, the boys knew it and could do nothing about it. Two; you were on the way to kill the demon that took your life and got you sent to hell in the first place. And Three; you had decided to end the relationship with Dean that was blooming before you went to hell. All that was on your mind right now was revenge. When you didn’t have anything to focus on your mind wandered, and remembered things about hell that you just couldn’t bare to think about.
The breaks were slammed on in the car jolting you forward. You peered out the window, eyes tracing the warehouse where the demon had been working out of for the past 3 days.
You were scouting out entrances and exits from a distance, while Sam and Dean prepared the weapons bag. Your breath started to get lost in your chest as vengeance filled your body, and all you could see was red. You stormed over to the boys and snatched an angel blade out of Dean’s hand, spinning on your heels and jogging in the opposite direction towards the warehouse.
“Hey!” Dean yelled in a sharp whisper, “Fuck” he swore, before looking at Sam as they silently agreed with each other to follow you. They chased after you, a short 30 seconds behind you but in that 30 seconds you managed to get grabbed by the demon. He had you with a gun to your head in front of the door for when the Winchester’s would burst through.
“No” Dean cried, pain spread across his face as soon as his eyes met the sight.
The demon cackled, tormenting the boys as he froze them in place and played about with you. He traced the gun up and down your body, dragged it up your torso and paused it between your breasts as he licked his lips.
“Y/n! Back from the dead!” He started the usual spiral of tormenting conversation before the physical harm began. You stared at the demon and didn’t respond.
“How was hell then? I heard you made quite the impression” he chuckled as he looked at the brothers who had confusion painted on their faces. He flung you to the floor and your body skidded across the concrete and up the wall. You were pinned there when the demon caught a random smile, and expelled himself from his meat suit, who instantly dropped to the floor and didn’t flinch. Sam ran to the meat suit and Dean ran to you.
“Dead” Sam pronounced, whilst Dean cradled your shoulders in your hands trying to get a reaction out of you. He screamed at you asking were you alright, and how could you be so stupid. You couldn’t bring yourself to respond. You could hear him, and wanted to tell him you’re fine but your mouth wouldn’t open. You started to laugh uncontrollably, no matter how hard you tried to stop. You flicked your wrist and Sam was thrown into a wall. Dean’s face dropped and he let go of you as he realised what had just happened. You were possessed.
“What a mess up here holy shit!! My god this girl is troubled!!” The demon walked into Dean, forcing him to stumble back on to his heels and you gently pushed him over.
“Oh she’s so in love with you she’s going to hate me for this… oh well!!” The demon grabbed Deans shirt and started punching his face. You tried so hard to take control of your body, you were screaming and shouting and doing everything you could think of to try to expel the demon. But nothing worked.
“Settle down in there!” The demon spoke to you, as you battled with him inside your head.
“Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas” Dean started to exorcise the demon in between punches. He screamed out and grabbed Dean’s throat and picked him up, proceeding to choke him.
“omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica” Sam who was pinned to the wall spoke the next lines. The demon screamed and dropped Dean. Cradling your head as it yelled out in pain, it began to twitch.
“Ergo, omnis legio diabolica, adiuramus te.“ The boys spoke together as the demon lost a hold on both of them. You shrieked as the black smoke expelled from you, a sharp burning sensation rushing through your body. The smoke left out the nearest window and you dropped to your knees, tears spewing out instantly.
“I’m so sorry” you repeated to Dean as he crawled on his knees over to you. He caught you as you started to fall down, your arms slumped over his and you just stayed there sobbing, lying in each others arms. After a few moments Sam picked you both up and guilt filled your heart when you saw Sam’s ripped up clothes and limp, and Dean’s beaten bloody face. Your tears continued as Sam brought you both the car, one of you under each arm. The three of you got in and silently drove the nearest motel. Sam dropped you off and left immediately to get some medical supplies. You attempted to clean Dean up with what you already had.
You blotted a cold wash cloth over his face, he was wincing matching the movements of your hand. He was sat on the bed and you were on your knees in between his legs. He held an ice pack in one hand and alternated it between his busted lip and busted eye. You sat back having done as much as you could with the supplies you had.
“You don’t know how sorry I am” You broke the silence that had been lingering in the air since Sam left.
“I’m sorry. You wouldn’t have needed revenge if I looked after you properly all those months ago” He spoke muffled through his swollen face. You hadn’t discussed it, but you knew Dean blamed himself for your death. He takes the blame for everything, and you could see it in his face anytime the demon was mentioned how sorry he was that he even allowed it to kill you in the first place.
“It wasn’t your fault. You did look out for me. I made a stupid move, that’s what got me killed. And that’s almost what got us all killed tonight. I’ll never forgive myself for putting us in that danger” you confessed, catching your bowing head in your hands, attempting to breathe deeply in order to keep any more tears at bay.
“I know what it’s like to want revenge. You didn’t do it on purpose.” He attempted to comfort you. He had folded over, using his elbows on his knees to prop himself up and keep his ice pack on his face. You picked his face up gently with a finger under the chin, he followed your hand and brought his head up to look at you.
“I’m so sorry. I’m just so fucked up right now.” You apologised.
“Was the demon lying? When he said you loved me”
You paused as you watched Dean search for answers on your face. The demon wasn’t lying, you loved him so much, and you wanted to be with him but hell messed you up so bad you didn’t want to burden him with your problems, which is why you cut things off when you came back.
“He was telling the truth” you whispered, hoping if you said it quietly enough it wouldn’t be real.
“Why are you shutting me out?” He asked, voice cracking, showing you how much it hurt him that you’ve stopped talking.
“Hell messed me up” you said.
“Let me be here for you. It kills to know you’re hurting alone. Please, y/n. I love you too” he ended his sentence planting a light gentle kiss on your lips, just enough for you to know he means it. You grazed his lips not wanting to hurt his injury. He bumped his nose against yours playfully and attempted a little smile, before wincing at the pain a smile caused.
“We can be here for each other” you said, as you kissed the top of his forehead, standing up tall on your knees and wrapping him up in a hug.
