#dean x reader au

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Pairing: AU!Dean Winchester x F!Reader

Word Count: 3900

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
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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.

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Chapter Fourteen
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A/N: *tabby hides now* Please do not shout…remember the slow burns lol.

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