You’re spending a little down time at Bobby’s when HE shows up with his brother. You try to ignore those old feelings for him, but when you accidentally walk in on him pleasuring himself, all bets are off.
Spawned from yet another lust-induced conversation with mah Liz…
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word Count: 2466
Warnings: None, unless naked Dean is a warning… probably should be; the usual smut, masturbation, accidental but irresistible voyeurism
You shove and punch at your pillow, frustrated. It’s not helping.
You hadn’t seen him for a couple of years, coincidentally the amount of time it had taken you to stop lying awake at night thinking about him or having him invade your dreams, leaving you aching and empty when you woke.
And now it was starting all over again.
You had just finished an extended time on the road, one hunt after another, and when Bobby had invited you to come and crash for a couple of days, you had jumped at the chance. His place was familiar, comforting. He left you alone when you needed to be left alone, and was there to talk if you didn’t. But, of course, after one day of peace, he had to show up - Dean Winchester, along with his brother, Sam.
You stare at the ceiling for a few more minutes, then sigh and sit up, swinging your legs over the side of the bed. Can’t sleep, might as well go to the kitchen and make a cup of tea. Everyone else is asleep, Bobby in his room, Sam in the other upstairs room, and Dean had lost the rock-paper-scissors and got stuck with the lumpy old couch in the living room. You’ll have to sneak past him, but it’s around two in the morning, and you’re sure he’s sound asleep by now. Nothing ever seems to bother him.
You make your way down the hall, manage to get down the stairs and avoid almost all of the little creaks and squeaks thanks to your familiarity with the old house, even in the dark. You move quietly, approaching the living room where Dean is sleeping, but there is a faint light coming from the room, so you take another step, hoping to see him snoring away with the small television still on. Instead, what you see makes you stop breathing and your body flush with heat.
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.
This was written for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing‘s SPN Movie Challenge. I picked Legends of the Fall with Dean. I choose two scenes in particular to rewrite. It’s been a long time since I watched the movie and didn’t have time to do so before writing this. I pat myself on the pat for not falling into the trap of the love scenes in this movie…
Thank you to the amazing @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid for the beta and encouraging me not to delete the whole thing and start over.
Quick Info - Three brothers, one woman. One brother meets an unfortunately end. One brother marries the woman they all loved. One brother finds his own happiness with someone else. Eventually it all comes to an end one brutal fall day… Pairing - Dean and Reader Word Count- 3351 Warnings- Possible Triggers! Suicide, murder, murder of child, angst
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.
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.
Summary: Have you ever felt like you’re too far up your fandoms that you’re not really living your real life? Well, that. But more.
Word Count: 1,817
Pairings: Dean x reader, Sherlock x reader
Warnings: You’re not gonna like it. Sudden fandom changes, bit of smut which is not really smutty, lazy writing, suicidal attempt, usage of drugs and alcohol, OOC scenes.
Original A/N: Because of who I am, I like to exaggerate everything. With that being said, let me tell you that this is how I felt for many years, with multiple fandoms. I have lived a tortous life, therefore I was always seeking to live somewhere else. Almost all of my childhood and teenage years were an on-going loop between my fake life inside my fandoms and my real life. I barely remember anything now outside that make-pretend life I created for myself. Now I am living my life, in a way that I can no longer hide inside that fake life. Call it what you want. Anxiety is coming back to me, fyi, and I tried to hide there but I just can’t. This is my way of expressing it. The Girl, Interrupted theme is because I watched it yesterday after performing Lisa’s monologue at my acting class - a way of giving therapy to myself through art. Anyway, I hope you don’t read this fic. I didn’t like it at all, but I feel the need, nonetheless, to share it somewhere. To have evidence that I went through that. Probably, someone out there has too. Idk.
New A/N: I wrote this MONTHS ago, long before I got diagnosed, and I got scared of posting it because it could be too depressing. But I hate leaving drafts all alone so here goes nothing.
Have you ever confused a dream with life? Or stolen something when you have the cash? Have you ever been blue? Or thought you were moving while sitting still? Maybe I was just crazy… Maybe it was loneliness…
“Put her in restraints!” A woman yelled. “Withdraw blood… Give her five milligrams of Valium, IV”
“Turn her head so she doesn’t aspirate,” another woman advised. I felt my head being turned by a pair of terribly warm hands.
I was attacked. I had been attacked.
“You should check my hand. There’s no bones in it anymore…”
“What were you thinking?” The first woman asked.
“I was trying to save the world…” I replied, “Don’t worry, you’ll thank me later.”
Sometimes it’s hard for me to stay in one place.
“Hey,” I opened my eyes at the familiar voice. The image at first was blurry, but I could recognize the colors of their flannel shirts. My back was killing me, and my arms felt numb. “(Y/N) are you okay?”
“Yo, sweetheart! Wake up!” A rough voice called out. I could see his red flannel.
Red flannel. Dean was wearing a red flannel, and Sam had the green one. That could only mean one thing…
I looked down at my own clothes, I was wearing a brown flannel.
I smiled childishly, and my vision finally cleared. Both men were staring at me, worried. “I’m home,” is all I could say.
Dean sighed and rolled his eyes, Sam smiled back at me.
“Yes, you are,” he said, “you’re home with us. Where else would you be?”
“At a hospital or some shit,” I replied.
“We don’t do no hospitals, sweetheart,” Dean reminded me from afar.
“Did we get him? The djinn?” I inquired, with wide eyes.
“Yup,” Sam nodded.
Dean appeared back again, handing me a cold beer. It was closed. Sam took my hand and guided it to my forehead, so I could press the bottle to my forehead. I was probably wounded there too.
“We Jafar-ed the shit out of him,” Dean snorted. Sam inhaled profoundly, as an attempt to not slap his brother. “I Jas-min that we almost didn’t make it…” Dean continued, “but enough Abu me,” he giggled, “how was your daydream, sweetheart? Where’d Iago?”
“Please, stop,” Sam begged. Dean tried to argue but Sam was already looking back at me. “But do tell us where did you go?”
“I…”
“Where did you go?”
“(Y/N)” a strong light blinded me for a second. I suddenly felt something in my eyes, pulling them open. “(Y/N), we’re calling you!” The voice chanted. “Hello, Earth requires Ms (Y/N)…”
“Wha-what?” I stuttered, pulling away from the light.
The scenery had changed. I was no longer at a motel room with awful wallpaper, but instead at a very nice living room, though the wallpaper was still awful.
“Are you okay?” The man that had been calling my name asked. He kneeled in front of me.
“Are you real?” I tilted my head to the side, and he smiled tenderly.
“As real as your nose,” he said and booped my nose. His touch was soft and warm.
“What happened?”
“You fainted,” another voice answered. I looked back, only to see the familiar figure of Sherlock sitting on his desk, typing furiously on his computer. “I told you not to get too close to the evidence, but did you listen? No, why?” He gazed back, “Because ‘oh Sherlock, don’t be so stern, it’s just a flower bouquet!’ but I was right, as usual.”
“Let her breath,” Watson commanded. “We both smelled it too and nothing bad happened.”
“Yes, but so did the police officers… All male, I must remind you” Sherlock snapped. “The flowers were sent to a woman who, where is she now? Oh, yes, DEAD!”
“I don’t get it,” I interfered.
“I suspect the flowers are poisoned with some sort of chemical that only affects women, by reacting to their production of hormones.” Sherlock informed me.
“Right… And what does that have to do with your intoxication?” The female voice asked again.
I suddenly snapped back to the hospital. I was laying in a hospital bed, with lots of tubles connected to me. There was a woman in white, sitting by my side with a notepad on her lap.
“Well, obviously I’ve been affected… It’s the flowers, you see…” I spoke.
“Flowers? What flowers?” The nurse, she was a nurse, asked again.
“The poisoned flowers!”
“Do you see them now?” She inquired.
“Of course not!”
“No?”
The djinn stood behind her. “Say no,” he said with an ominous voice.
“No,” I obeyed.
The nurse looked behind her and the djinn disappeared instantly. “Are you seeing anything out of the ordinary at the moment?”
“No, why would I? I’m not crazy,”
“At this point, I wouldn’t be surprised if you were…” Dean sighed. He was sitting by my side, in bed, and was connecting his phone to the charger. “I am a little crazy too, you know?”
“Oh, yeah?” I trembled.
“Yeah,” he muttered and finally let go off his phone. He turned to look at me for a second before cuddling me. I was the small spoon, he was shirtless. “I’m crazy about you.”
“Smooth,” I replied sheepishly. I could feel the ghost of his arms around me… Ghost, because I couldn’t really feel him. He was hot, yet cold as if air was blowing over my skin.
“Are you okay?” Dean asked.
“I am.”
I wasn’t. I’m not okay.
“Good night, sweetheart,” he whispered and pecked my shoulder. Again, I felt it but not quite.
“Dean?”
“Huh?” I closed my eyes, not wanting to see what would happen after I said what I wnated to say.
“I feel like I’m still inside the djinn’s daydream,” I confessed.
Dean sat up and fixed a lose strand of hair that was falling over my eyes.
“You’re not inside a djinn’s daydream…” He said, calmly.
“How can you tell?” I asked, still not opening my eyes.
“Because djinns don’t exist, that’s why,” he said.
I finally opened my eyes. Black locks and blue eyes were all I could see for a moment.
“Djinns are mythological, and that is all…” Sherlock continued. I could hear his voice turning from Dean’s to his own. “I understand that maybe the toxins from the flowers could affect your perception of life, but there is nothing to fear. The effects will pass and you’ll be good as new.”
“I don’t feel good as new.”
“Clearly,” he grunted.
Noticing my state, he decided to go a little further from his usual behaviour. He pressed his head to my arm… I was still laying on my side, as if I was still being the small spoon.
“I will be here, by your side, as long as you let me.”
My heart fluttered, but not in love but rather in pain.
“I can’t control that.”
“The pills are having a positive effect on her now, we can get her to be conscious for a bit longer than before…” I heard a voice coming from the hall.
“What is that?” I asked. Sherlock tilted his head.
“What?” He furrowed, “I don’t hear anything.”
“Well, I do.”
I got up from bed and opened the door. At the other side of it was a hospital hall rather than Sherlock’s. All white, with blinding white lights. The nurse was talking to what I assumed was a doctor.
I felt like I would faint again.
Sherlock got up as well and dragged me back to the bed, closing the door behind us.
“You know what could help?” He smirked. “I know… Because I know you.”
He got me back in bed, facing up to the ceiling. I was about to talk, when I felt him pulling down my pijama shorts. A sigh left my lips, as I felt his tongue rubbing my clit in circles. I closed my eyes, filled with pleasure, and tried to keep it quiet so neither Mrs Hudson nor Watson could hear us.
“Come here,” I begged after a while.
I opened my eyes and saw Dean crawling up to my face. His tattoo was covered in sweat and his hair was ruffled.
“You thought I would just leave it there, sweetheart?” He flirted and, without a warning, he thrust inside me. “You feel good today… Tight, and so wet for me…”
I moaned, getting lost in his green eyes. I wanted to kiss him, but I couldn’t.
I didn’t even feel his weight over me.
I blinked.
TARDIS.
I blinked again.
Dean was looking at me, dumbfounded as he made love to me.
I shook my head and closed my eyes again, letting my body fall back into the pillows as I succumbed to the pleasure he… they were giving me. I called both of their names in between whispers until I climaxed.
I sighed and opened my eyes.
I was in my room. Darkness surrounded me. I was alone, and my fingers were still between my legs.
I wiped them quickly with the bed sheets and took my phone to googled Dean Winchester’s name, only to find out that he was not being looked at by the US government, but rather a fictional character. Not only that, but I saw pictures of him in the most intimate moments… Moments I could recall from living them with him.
I clicked on one of his pictures.
Jensen Ackles… Married.
I clicked on Sam’s.
Married.
I clicked on Castiel’s.
Married.
They were all married. Click by click I undercovered the lie I was living in.
“But what about Sher?” I thought to myself.
I googled him. Fictional character, based on the books by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.
There he was, my Sherlock, next to others who had also played him.
“I thought I was in a hospital,” I whispered.
“Maybe it’s just your unconscious mind asking to be treated by a professional.” Castiel’s voice spoke.
“Maybe it’s because that is where you’re going,” Sam gestured to the side of my bed. A bottle of vodka laid there empty, next to empty sets of aspirins.
“Is there an end to this?” I asked.
“I’m afraid not,” Jim Moriarty spoke from the darkness. “But aren’t you having fun?”
“What if I die?” I insisted.
“You won’t,” Sherlock said, “you still got enough energy to call an ambulance for yourself.”
“Please do,” Watson begged softly.
I grabbed my phone and dialed the number.
“I need an ambulance…”
“We’ll see you on the other side, sweetheart.” Dean smiled with a glimpse of sadness.
“I love you, guys.”
Have you ever confused a dream with life? Or stolen something when you have the cash? Have you ever been blue? Or thought you were moving while sitting still? Maybe I was just crazy… Maybe it was loneliness… Or maybe I was just a fangirl… Interrupted.
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.
This part of the story focuses more on the second part of the original request. Angst and fluff :)
It had been a few months since Dean Winchester chose you. He proposed for you to come on the road with him and the Sam and become a part of their team permanently, and you graciously accepted. These boys had taught you so much in the time you’d been with them, and they had introduced you to Bobby, the man who’s house you all spent a lot of time in.
You were leaning against Bobby’s kitchen counter, nursing a cup of coffee listening to the songs of the birds on the other side of the open window. You took in your surroundings; all 6 foot 4 of Sam sprawled out on the couch fast asleep, beer bottles and books from late night researching last night, the peeling wallpaper that hadn’t been re-done in years, the blood stained floor boards from casualties and torturing sessions, the musty smell of the old house, the sound of the creaking floor of Bobby walking upstairs, and then you laid your eyes upon the beautiful man sitting at the kitchen table. He was relaxed back in his chair, head towards the ceiling deep in thought about something. You traced your eyes over his features; his freckles lightly dusted over his nose, gorgeous green eyes that you could get lost in, and his perfect plump lips that seem as though they were made to perfectly fit with yours like two pieces of a puzzle. Your life was so great right now, you’d got the life you’d always wanted. Almost.
“Babe?” You snapped Dean out of his daydream and his attention turned to you. He raised his eyebrows at you, encouraging you to continue.
“Can we go to the store and get some supplies before everyone gets up and back to researching?” You asked. Dean agreed it was a good idea and the two of you set off in the impala to the store, listening to tunes and having a few laughs on the road there.
You arrived at the store, walking through the doors the air conditioning up above blew yours and Dean’s hairs all over the place, making you both laugh at each other. You continued round the store, finding things you needed in between messing about with each other. When you and Dean went anywhere together, it was always a lot of fun. You both joked around and poked fun at each other so much, an onlooker wouldn’t think you were together because you didn’t behave like a “normal” couple.
Dean was paying for the stuff, you walked round behind him, you went up on your tippy toes and kissed his cheek from behind. He blushed and shied away.
“Alright settle down” He dismissed you, making you feel so small. The woman behind the counter held back her laughter as she looked at you, finding it funny that you just got rejected. You walked back to the car together with a lot less fun. This wasn’t the first time this had happened. Up until recently, when you were alone, Dean treated you like you were the only girl in the world, but only at bed time. He treated you like a friend a lot of the time, and it hurt. Compared to how he treated his ex Casey, it was evident that he was more into her. And the more you thought about it, the worse you felt.
You both sat down in the impala seats, and set off home. He turned the radio on and started to sing along, poking you in your side trying to encourage you to join in. When his actions were met by your swatting hand and he looked across to see your stern face, he pulled the car over not willing to go any further with you in a mood. He got out of the car and waited for you, but when you didn’t move he walked round to the passenger side and opened the door, then proceeded to squat down to be at your eye level.
“What’s wrong” He asked. You sighed. Were you about to come across as totally needy with what you were about to say? He asked you again.
“You embarrassed me in that store, Dean.” You stated.
“How?”
“The way you just brushed me off when I tried to kiss you” A lump formed in your throat as you spoke. Dean meant so much to you and you couldn’t bare to hear him explain this, when you knew the answer would be “i’ve realised i’m not into you”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you, I’m not big on PDA” He said. He was lying to your face. There was no way he wasn’t big on PDA after that massive display him and Casey put on at the bar after that first night. He also used to be more into affection at the beginning, so he was making no sense.
“Don’t lie. You had plenty of public affection for Casey that night.” You spat, still fighting yourself to keep the tears in. He sighed, and bowed his head, taking a few breaths before looking back up to you.
“There was 2 reasons I was like that at the bar. Casey was so jealous of you. I know we hadn’t seen each other in a while before that hunt, but I still spoke about you a lot and it made her insecure. I was trying to convince her I was into her.” He explained. You rolled your eyes, not wanting to hear about how he was trying to keep another woman happy but will cause you to get upset.
“Another reason was, I was trying to convince myself, y/n. From the first day we saw you on that hunt, you in your FBI gear, hair pinned back. My god you were beautiful. I liked you so damn much, I was all over Casey, trying to convince myself she was what I wanted, but she wasn’t. You were. And that’s why I broke up with her.”
A silent tear escaped from your eye, Dean brought his thumb up to your cheek and wiped it away.
“So what about now?” You asked, looking for further explanation.
“I’m scared” He said, his voice cracking. He puffed his breath out trying to keep his emotion under control.
“Why?”
“I don’t know..” He trailed off.
“No. Come on, why?” You stood your ground, you wanted answers.
“I’m scared of this Y/N!” He shot up, pacing for a few seconds before squatting back down to speak to you.
“You are so important to me. These past few weeks, I’ve felt different and it’s scaring me. If I show you off, hand in hand, kisses, all the rest, then it’s real. Me and you, we’re real. And that just makes things so much harder with this job and worrying about you or losing you. It kills me.” He stopped, but your look of confusion prompted him to continue.
“I guess I’ve put up this guard out of fear, because I really am falling for you and if I fall for you, and something happens, then that will end me.” He explained.
“Well Dean, i’m falling too. And I don’t want to fall alone. If you keep pushing me away, you might lose me anyway” More tears escaped, Dean reached up and cupped your face and placed a gentle kiss to your lips.
“Are we really doing this? The real deal? All in?” He asked as he pulled back. You nodded your head.
“Good. Because I love you.” He confessed, beaming ear to ear as he said the words.
“Me too” You matched his grin and kissed him once more.
He drove back home and you landed back at Bobby’s in no time. You were sat on the sofa, and took in your surroundings once more. Sam at the stove cooking up some sausages for lunch, Bobby telling him he’s doing it wrong from across the room, the new stack of research books at your feet waiting for you, t and Dean’s perfect features once again. Only this time those plump lips were pressed to your temple, and his strong arms were wrapped around you as you lay together on the couch, his freckle dusted nose leaning against your hair as he breathed you in. You tilted your head up to look at him, smiling as he caught your eye.
“Love you” You mouthed.
“Love you too.” Dean replied. Now you really did have the life you always wanted.
Summary: One year later, Dean’s got some big, big plans.
Pairing: Cowboy!Dean x Reader
Warnings: none I can think of
Word Count: ~2,500?
A/N: I can’t promise it’s any good, friends, but here it is! It’s been awhile, so I’m a little rusty! Hope you enjoy. You guys can thank Chris Lane and his song Big, Big Plans for kickstarting my brain. Because wow, it needed it.
Summary: Navigating a demon hostage situation proves to be more difficult than you ever could have imagined, especially as you begin to unravel what demon Dean Winchester really wants
Pairing: Eventual Demon!Dean x Hunter!Reader
Word Count: No idea, computer is broken - sorry! (~3,000??)
Warnings: A little smut, light dub-con, mild violence, blood, angst, language, demon!dean (yes, I think he deserves his own warning)
A/N: My first fic in awhile, and while I’m nervous, I’m fairly happy with this one. Demon Dean is always fun to play with ;)
Summary: You and Dean deal with the aftermath of the fire and your night together…
Pairing: Cowboy!Dean x Reader
Warnings: implied smut, language, sexual tension
Word Count: 2,500
A/N: sorry this is so late guys, and if the formatting or tagging is effed up or this part is straight up crappy… I had a /horrid/ couple work days and I’m legit doing all this on a browser on my kindle fire. Also I’m definitely doing away with tags EXTREMELY soon so head on over and follow @ravengirl94-upates for all new work.
Summary: getting arrested gives you and Dean an opportunity to reflect on a past encounter with the law
Song Inspiration: Cop Car, by Keith Urban
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word Count: 2,100
Warnings: language, trespassing, getting arrested
A/N: This is my submission for @butiaintgonnaloveem‘s Tiff’s WTF Challenge! Thanks so much for such excellent - and hysterical - prompts, Tiff, and for extending the challenge! Even so, I’m in under the wire and completely scrapped my first idea for this prompt, but I’m pretty happy with how this turned out. I edited the prompt just a little, and it’s in bold below!
Summary: The fire pushes you and Dean to the breaking point, testing the boundaries of your horse skills, courage, and relationship.
Pairings: Cowboy!Dean x Reader
Warnings: PG-13 stuff, wildfire, dangerous situations, language
Word Count: 3,000 (holy crap)
A/N: This is a long one so settle in. Also I’ve realized that I desperately need a new computer. Just opening my docs and browser is a nightmare, let alone creating a post like this… and tagging… jesus…
“I’m one number away from callin you, I said I was through but I’m dying inside. Got my head in a mess, girl I confess I lied when I said I’m leavin and not coming back. Might be the whiskey or the midnight rain, but everywhere I go I see your face in my brain dialing up everything I wanna say. But I’m still one number away…”
Pairing: Dean x Civilian!Reader
Word Count: 2,300
Warnings: Argument, fighting, breakup
A/N: Not quite what most of you were looking for (cough cough Dust) but I’ve had this stuck in my head for awhile and finally got it finished. Hope you like it!
