#deanmon
I really didn’t know where to go with this so I just ended it. Feel free to add onto it and make a part two, just make sure to tag me so I can see it! Anyway, I hope you all are having a great day/night and I want you to all know that you’re beautiful and worth it.
Word Count: 515
Sweat dripped down your chest as you plunged your blade into the heart of the werewolf.
You heaved, looking over at the long-haired man that was tied up across the room. You walked over to him, kneeling down beside him. As you gently shook him you heard a groan.
“Hey? Are you okay?” You spoke softly. The man jumped and sucked in a sharp breath.
“Don’t freak out. I’m here to help.”
He looked at you with wide blinking eyes and nodded.
“Is it dead?”
You nodded and took out your pocket knife, cutting him loose. You knew what came next, the talk. No matter how many times you had to do it, it never got any easier. Knowing that you could be possibly ruining someone’s life.
“Ok this is going to sound unbelievable and you might think I’m crazy but my name is Y/f/n and I hunt monsters-“
“My brother? Where is he?” He shrugged off what you had just said like it was nothing.
“Your brother?”
He nodded trying to get up, but you held him down. He looked up at you, surprised you had the strength to hold down a man of his stature.
“I’ll find him, where did you see him last?” You asked him, really hoping to find this mystery brother okay and our of harm’s way.
You were taken by surprise as the man gently grabbed your arm but he was interrupted as a loud bang came from outside the barn. You grabbed your gun from your waistband and gave the guy a look you were hoping he understood, which he apparently did, because he slunk back down in his place on the ground.
You stalked your way over to the door, keeping your gun raised. But you found yourself lowering it when the door opened and you saw a familiar face. You had traded out your gun for your fist as it connected with his face.
He looked up at you with confusion.
“Y/n?” You looked up at him, as he towered over your frame.
“Dean.” You huffed. “You’re the brother?”
His expression immediately shifted. “You know where Sam is, where is he?” He rushed out.
You rolled your eyes at him and lead him over to the secluded corner of the barn where Sam had been tied up. As soon as Dean caught sight of his brother he ran over to him dropping him to his knees.
“Sam, Sammy? Can you hear me?” You stood behind Dean as he shook Sam awake.
Sam eventually woke up and had gotten himself to stand up. But Dean was still being his overprotective self. You could tell Sam wasn’t crazy about his brother still holding him up, especially because he could hold his own.
Sam had hoisted himself into Dean’s car and shut the door. You took this as an opportunity bring up that past. You knew why Dean was so confused when he had seen you for the first time in forever. You could recall back when you were the little innocent Y/n you had been for so long.
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So hey guys its been a while, and I feel like I should give you a little explanation of what going on. I have this thumb drive I keep EVERYTHING on down to my gifs and my fics that I’m working on and have written in the past has broken, as far as I know, there is no way to recover what was on it, sadly. I had this very good fic on there that involved Sam which has now been lost, along with all of my gifs. So moral of the paragraph I’m sorry for the lack of posting and I’m trying to rewrite the imagine that I have lost. :)
* Lots of cuddling
* Sams the big spoon
* Sometimes you lay on his chest and he plays with your hair
* You love his hair
* Intense laughing fits
* Working out together
* Going on runs together
* Dean is disgusted by both
* You guys reading books together
* Seriously, it’s like you guys have your own book club
* It’s cliche but, massive bear hugs
* He holds your head in his hand and hugs you till you can’t breathe
* You’re his main priority on hunts
* Playing with his hair mindlessly
* Dean didn’t always like you
* He thought you would be another Ruby
* He was happily proved wrong and loves you like a sister
* You scratching his back
* His hand is always on your leg
* Top of head kisses
* Forehead kisses
* Light barely touching kisses
* Intense deep kisses
* Sparring
* When you get frustrated at something he lets you explode
* Sometimes you pound on his chest
* Eventually he grabs your hands and hugs you
* Angry sex
* Rough sex
* Sam is crazy dominate
* “Mine”
* He loves gripping your hips (just enough for bruises) while he pounds into you
* You waking each other up for morning sex
* Dean hates it
* You guys are loud
* He’s not so much overprotective as he is over worried
* You wearing his shirts to bed
* “Gn Y/n, I love you.”
* Goodnight kisses
Imagine: Spending Valentine’s day with Sam.
Word Count: 765
Warning: Smut, Oral (Female Receiving), slight D and S
You opened your eyes, the sun pouring in as soon as you did. You groaned, trying to roll over onto Sam’s chest; keyword trying. You were met with an empty bed.
“Sam?” You called as you wrapped the sheets around you, dragging them with you along the hall as you walked. You didn’t have to worry about Dean seeing you in only a thin sheet because he was out for his favorite holiday, ‘unattached drifter Christmas’.
As you roamed the halls you could smell the smell of bacon becoming stronger and stronger.
You called his name again and listened for a response.
“In here.” He called from the kitchen. When you walked in you smiled. There he was, shirtless, in grey sweats, cooking breakfast. His hair was still a little messy but you didn’t mind, you thought he looked good with it like that. Your eyes wandered over to his toned abdomen, then to his pants. You bit your lip mindlessly, those sweats left nothing to the imagination.
You were only drawn out of your thought because Sam had placed your breakfast down in front of you. The food looked absolutely amazing. “Thank you, babe.” You smiled as you looked up at him. You gave him a quick peck on the cheek before grabbing your fork and digging in. Sam was a wonderful cook, hell he was a wonderful everything. But his scrambled eggs were something that could never be matched.
Your death grip on the sheet that was covering you had slowly softened until you completely forgot about it. Sam cleared his throat and you looked up, taking a break from eating your breakfast. He nodded his head at you and you looked down, your whole top front was exposed.
“Not that I don’t enjoy the view but Dean will be home soon.” He said, taking a sip of his coffee and smiling, slightly clenching his jaw; god did you love it when he did that. You just chuckled, getting ready to take advantage of the morning. “Oh, I don’t think he’ll be home for a couple hours.” You smiled looking over at him. He almost choked on his coffee as you stood up, completely forgetting the sheet at your ankles. You watched as he shifted in his chair, so he was now facing you.
“Y/n.” He warned. You knew what you were doing, though. If you kept at this hopefully he would just fuck you right on the kitchen table. “What?” You asked innocently, running your hands along your body. You stopped at your breasts, thumbing your nipple. He shifted in his chair once again, this time he moved his legs closer together.
“Stop.” He spoke in a tone, it wasn’t one that you could explain but you could tell you were getting to him. Just the look he gave you alone was making you wet.
You never broke eye contact with him as you brought your hand down to your pussy.
“Oh Sammy.” You moaned
That was all it took before he was out of his chair and grabbing you by the waist. “Oh, Y/n. I’m going to make you regret you did that.”
You smiled up at him before desperately going for his lips. You kissed him with a bruising force. It was all so hot.
He suddenly pulled away. With his hands still on your hips he backed you up onto the table. Your knees caught on the edge and forced you to sit down. He kissed, more like sucked, a trail down to your pussy.
You looked down at him and he made eye contact with you.
“Please Sammy.” You barely got to finish before his mouth attacked your clit. You cursed under your breath as he sucked your cunt. You squirmed under his bruising touch, but he held your hips down. His tongue licked and swirled making it hard for you to contain yourself. Your moans became ragged as you neared your edge. Sam stopped only for a moment.
“Hold it.”
You didn’t think you could, and you were right. White dots exploded behind your eyelids and the coil that was tightening in your stomach was finally about to release.
“Sam I can’t” And with just those words you came undone beneath him.
Sam stood up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. You lightly smirked at Sam, you had disobeyed him. You knew what happens when you don’t listen to him.
“I want you on the bed, ass up in 15 seconds.” He snarled, his eyes raking over your body one more time.
“Yes, sir.”
* Letting him be the little spoon
* When he hugs you and he puts his head on yours
*Very passionate kisses
* You’re a better poker player
* Dean won’t admit it
* Loud singing in the impala to annoy Sam
* Sam absolutely adores you
* You’re like a big sister to him
* Taking his leather jacket and wearing it sometimes
* Passionate sex
* Morning sex
* Makeup sex
* Impala sex
* Dean asking to paint your nails
* Bc he is a big ass softie
* Him dying for you (Literally)
* You making him home made pie
* Both of you guys geeking out about old western movies
* Massive arguments
* Hot makeup sex again
* He lays on your chest and you play with his hair
* Loads of jealousy
* Hugs from behind
* Forehead kisses
* Playing strip poker
* Him whooping your ass in pool
* Sparring
* Face holding
* Hand holding
* Hunting with the boys
* Even though he doesn’t want you to
* “Stop staring.”
* “You’re so beautiful.”
* Intense make out sessions
* Having annual burger eating competitions
* “God I love you.”
* You sitting on his lap sometimes
* Him whispering dirty things in your ear
* “Marry me, Y/n.”
* “I’ve never pictured myself in a wedding dress.”
* He gives you his moms ring
* Back rubs
* Showers together
* Laying on the impala’s hood and watching the stars together
* Accidentally getting pregnant
* Him being the best father anyone could ever ask for
* Sam accidentally walking in on you two having sex
* “I love you.”
This was an idea I originally had for Sam but I felt like it fit Dean so much better, so here this is. I actually am not mad at it and I really like the plot. It reminded me a lot of the 100 (I’m not gonna say any spoilers but…) This is very angsty, if you couldn’t tell. There is kinda a twist thingy that I added in here. I was thinking about doing a part two but I’m not sure yet.
Imagine: You becoming more and more reckless on hunts and Dean getting angry at you.
Word Count: 781
The hunt had gone south, fast. It was as if the demons knew you were coming. You had been captured by a couple and they held you and the brothers hostage in a windowless room.
Sam and Dean were on the opposite side of you with demons on either side of them. And you, you had a demon holding a knife to your throat. You couldn’t help but laugh. Sam and Dean stared at you, not with confusion, but with fear. You had a knife to your throat and you were laughing.
They weren’t that surprised though. In the past month they had watched you get more reckless, more suicidal, and it scared the hell out of them. Dean especially. He worried so much about you, you were after all his girlfriend.
“If you’re gonna do it, then do it.” You chuckled, earning a death stare from Dean and a frown from Sam. The only reason they hadn’t tried to fight their way out was that your life was at stake, and they weren’t sure if you’d join them in the fight.
“You better watch that pretty mouth of yours or I just might.” The demon spoke in response, gripping you closer to him.
You watched as the boys’ faces turned from panic to relief.
A bright light showered the room and the grip on you was released. You watched coldly as demons dropped 1 by 1 by Cas’ hand
You looked at both the brothers before turning on your heal and walking out to the impala. You waited a good 5 minutes till the Winchesters came out of the shabby rundown house. You prepared yourself for the hour long talk you were bound to get about why you should be ‘more careful’ and how you had been ‘unbelievably reckless’ lately. You didn’t understand. It was your life. Why did they care so much what you did with it?
The driver side to the impala slammed close and you looked up from your twiddling thumbs. The ride home was surprisingly quiet, save Sam’s constant shuffling in his seat. When you pulled up to garage in the bunker Dean got out as quickly as he possibly could and slammed his door once again.
Sam looked back at you and gave you a quick sympathetic smile. You returned it and got out of the car, following Dean’s footsteps. They led you to the library. He sat there with his hands firm on the table.
“Dean, are you good?” You asked as you walked a little closer to him, being sure to stop a couple feet away. Dean was angry, you could tell. But it wasn’t the loud, throwing things anger; it was the quiet calm anger which with him, was by far scarier. It took a lot to make him like this, you knew you had majorly pissed him off but you wondered why it bothered him so much. You wondered why it didn’t bother you at all
He didn’t answer, instead he stared at you, coldly.
“Really?” Was all he said as he stood up from the table. You just shrugged at him.
“What?”
“Don’t what me, you know what.” His voice was low and deep. The kind of tone that would usually send shivers down your spine.
“What do you want me to say, Dean? It’s my life.”
He just stared at you. Is that what you really thought, that it was your life so you could do whatever you wanted. Things didn’t work that way anymore, not since Dean, not since you had gotten people who cared about you. Family.
“But that’s just it Y/n. It isn’t just your life anymore. Your decisions affect me andSam and they could easily get you killed. With your-“ He paused, as he tried to find the right words to say.
“With your laughing. Do you not care about what happens to you?” He asked, looking deep into your eyes. You didn’t know what it was, but lately you had wanted to feel something, anything. Whether it was guilt, happiness or fear, you really didn’t care. But you never did. Ever since you came back from hell you didn’t feel anything.
What came out of your mouth wasn’t what you wanted to say but it was exactly what you wanted to say at the same time.
“No, I really don’t Dean. So cut your losses because I couldn’t give a rat’s ass about what happens to me.” You watched his lips went into a tight line and he looked down.
When he looked back up tears were visible in his eyes.
“Okay.” He whispered.
You still didn’t feel anything as his eyes dropped from yours and he walked past you, leaving you standing alone in the library.
Ok so this is smut, and its pretty long . Its only my second time writing smut but I actually love how this turned out. And can we talk about this fucking gif. Message me with more requests :)
Imagine: You and Dean searching for soulless Sam but when you get home you get a big surprise
Word Count: 2745
Warnings: Smut, Cursing, Unprotected sex, Oral (Female receiving)
Sam x Reader
Ever since Sam had become soulless and disappeared, you had become more cautious. More aware. Every time you had to walk in the dark, you constantly checked behind you. Whenever you got home, you made sure that all your doors and windows were locked. To put it lightly you lived in constant dread.
Sure,Sam would never hurt you, but this wasn’t Sam, at least not the one you knew. He wasn’t the loving compassionate man you had grown so fond of. Instead, he was full of hatred, mercilessness and lust, not a shred of compassion to be seen. It wasn’t any secret that you missed the old him, the real him; but the real bitch was that you didn’t just miss Sam. You loved him.
So when you figured out his soul had been left in hell, you didn’t know what was going to happen, but this certainly wasn’t it.
You had just got off the phone with Dean when you walked into your apartment building. He was pretty worried about Sam. He wanted to find him and fix him before he did something irreversible.
As soon as you walked into your apartment you locked the door behind you and walked to your bedroom. It had been a stressful day, and as if your everyday life wasn’t hectic enough, there had been talk of a ‘long haired, outrageously tall man’ brutally assaulting a police officer. You and Dean were sure that it was Sam, and he was getting sloppier, which wasn’t a good thing. If you guys could pin that on him than so could the police, and that was the last thing you needed.
Once you entered your room you took off your shirt and walked over to the dresser by the window. You had to get changed into more ‘athletic’ clothes, as you and the older Winchester were going out to look for Sam, yet again.
You grabbed a shirt from the drawer and threw it on. You looked out of the window to the full moon, just now realizing that the curtains had been left open. You sighed and shut them, hoping that there was no perv outside that had watched you.
Sam looked up into your window, watching as you took off your shirt and he smirked to himself. He had always thought that you had a good body, but it was always covered by pesky layers of clothing, but now that he had seen you, fully, he had no complaints. He watched as surprise took over you features and you slid the curtains shut. He knew there was no way you could see him through the dark, but he couldn’t help but slide a little lower into his seat.
He had been following you, watching you for a while now. He knew your schedule, all your habits. He knew how you locked the door behind you when you got home. How you double checked to make sure that the windows were latched, and most of all, he noticed how frightened you were. It made him, well, excited, knowing that he had so much power over you.
Sam watched as you left your apartment, looking over your shoulder with each step you took towards your car.
He waited a good couple of minutes before tailing you. He wondered where you were going, even though he had a hunch that you were going out looking for him. But he knew you’d never do it alone, which brought Dean into the equation.
He watched as you pulled up to an old park and got out.
You got out of your car and paced back and forth, waiting for Dean to pull up. You heard the roar of his engine and some loud old rock and your head snapped up.
“Dean.” You smiled as you walked over to him and he gave you a bear hug.
“Anything new in the hour since we’ve talked?” He asked, finally releasing you from his embrace.
You shook you head and looked down.
Dean knew about your feelings towards his little brother. And he loved the thought of you two being together, but he also knew how stubborn you were. Sam liked you too, the only difference was that he was too closed to express it, and even if he did, you would be stupidly blind to it. But then again, that was the old Sam. The new one would probably not even give you a second glance… not that it mattered to you, but still.
Since you knew Sam had been spotted in the area you had decided to sweep the whole town.
You guys began walking, and Dean looked over at you. He could see how tired you were due to lack of sleep, he could also see the sadness in your eyes and it broke his heart. You were like a little sister too him and he loved you. He hated seeing you like this, sure he was going through the same thing, but you had just recently gotten thrown into this life and he had had years to build up a thick skin to it.
Dean stopped abruptly and turned to you.
“Y/n, you don’t have to do this. Go home, get some sleep.” He sighed, lowering his gun. At this point you had also stopped.
“And what? Make you do this by yourself.” He sighed again, still looking at you. The street lamp illuminated your features. He could see that you were serious, arguing with you at this point would just be pointless. He just nodded and let out a simple okay.
You had searched almost every inch of the town except for a little area that no one really went, save a couple drug dealers. Dean gave you a ‘let’s just get this over with’ look and you chuckled.
Sam sat in the dark alleyway, watching as you and Dean poked around, guns raised. You were so close to finding him, yet he knew that you wouldn’t. Something inside screamed to just come out of his spot and make himself known, solely to see the looks on your guys’ face. He wondered how you would feel to know that he was under your nose the whole time. Just your reaction alone was almost enough to make him do it, but he restrained himself.
Dean had turned around and started walking back to his car but you had lingered. You found yourself staring at a particularly dark spot in the alley, you couldn’t bring yourself to shine your flashlight at it. You knew that even if it was Sam you weren’t sure that you wanted to find him.
When you entered your apartment and flicked the lights on, your heart skipped a beat. You looked over at the corner chair and there was Sam, sitting there smirking at you.
You sucked in a breath. You were frozen, you wanted to reach for your gun hidden in your waistband but you couldn’t. He still sat there, watching as you backed yourself up.
Now he was standing, inching closer with each passing second. His eyes were locked with yours. You wanted so badly to run, to call Dean, to do anything but just stand there.
He stopped about three feet in front of you and he dropped his eyes to your body, briefly stopping at your chest. He smiled as he thought about what he had seen earlier. How perfect you looked without clothes on, how delicious you probably tasted.
A million questions raced through your mind. Why was he here? What was he going to do to you? Did he need something? You finally found your voice and spoke up, making Sam’s eyes snap back up to yours.
“Why?” Was all you could muster. You found yourself staring back at him, his eyes were lifeless. The Sam you knew was gone and it broke you. You weren’t scared of him as much as you were scared around him; he made you vulnerable, he made you weak.
He studied you. He noticed how you shrunk lower against the wall as he towered over you, he also noticed how small pools could be seen forming in your eyes.
“Y/n.” He stepped closer to you and you backed away.
For a split second you swear you could see his eyes soften. But before you could even be sure he had grabbed your hand and flipped you flush against him.
Sam knew he couldn’t talk to you face to face, he might crack. He had worked so hard to forget you, but you wouldn’t stop poking around. Looking for him.
Talking like this was easier.
You could feel his hot skin flush against yours.
You wanted to push him away, to do anything but let him continue but you didn’t. Instead your body took over and you leaned against him. You wanted him. No you wanted Sam, and this wasn’t Sam.
“This isn’t you.” You mumbled. Sam now had his lips trailing along your neck. It felt so good but you wanted, no, you needed him to stop. You knew you wouldn’t be able to contain yourself if he went on. But you didn’t do anything, you let just him continue.
“Oh, it is me Y/n. The better me.” He smiled, leaving wet light kisses by your ear. You shuddered against him, his hot breath left shivers running through you.
“Sam, you shouldn’t be here.” You breathed. He chuckled and brought his hand up to your throat, squeezing lightly.
“What? You gonna call my brother?” He lightly sucked on your neck, smiling against your neck as you squirmed.
“You know I’ve been following you for weeks?” He chuckled yet again. You rolled your head against his shoulder, granting more access for his wondering lips.
You didn’t answer, you didn’t want him to hear the wanting in your voice. It did scare you that he was following you, hell, he had probably watched you change in your window. But all of that only made you grow wetter.
He gabbed your hips and grinded himself against you.
“You know, I’ve wanted you for the longest time.”
He grabbed your hips once again and spun you around. This time his lips melted into yours. This all felt so wrong but it was something you needed, something you craved. You had wanted this for the longest time and now that it was all actually happening it felt so surreal. The only downside was that this was all happening with soulless Sam and not the sweet, loving, caring lumberjack that you loved. The bright side was, that this was going to be some absolutely mind blowing sex.
You gasped as he bit your bottom lip and you smiled. Admittedly you kind of liked this side of him. It wasn’t something you were proud of, but then again, you weren’t proud that you were letting him do this, but you went on anyway. You felt kind of guilty. Dean was out looking for his little brother worried sick, and here you were about to get fucked by him.
The kiss was bruising. So full of lust and passion at the same time it made your head spin.
You pulled away and looked up at him. He turned his head to the side.
“God I love that face.” He murmured before picking you up and throwing you down on the bed.
He watched as you scrambled to sit up.
“Strip.” Was all he commanded, he watched as you got undressed.
You sat up on your knees and made eye contact before taking off your shirt. He watched as you slowly removed your bra. Your perky breasts hardened in the cold, and he smiled.
You noticed how his cock had hardened under his jeans and you smirked at him. A low groan could be heard from his throat as you ran your hands over your half-naked body. You maintained your guys’ eye contact and you pulled off your jeans.
“No panties?”
You bit your lip and shook your head. Sam made his way over to you, his jeans getting tighter by the second.
He stood in front of you and pulled you to the edge of the bed, before sinking to his knees.
“I’m going to make you feel so good Y/n.”
He locked eyes with you as he went down. He licked a line up your slit and he watched as you opened your legs wider, granting more access.
His fingers pumped in and out of you. He slowly lapped at your clit, alternating between licking and sucking. The sight of him going to town on your pussy alone, was enough to make you want to cum.
You’re breathing stuttered as he picked up a fast pace with both his fingers and his tongue. Your legs shook and you grabbed Sam’s hair with one hand and your boob in the other, gripping them hard. Pleasure ripped through you, and it was almost time for the tight coil in your stomach to spring free. You looked down to meet Sam’s dead eyes once again. He took this as an invitation to flick his tongue faster than he had before. This action made your back arch as you dissolved into ecstasy and your orgasm ripped through you.
“Fuck, Sam.” You panted. He kissed a line up from your pussy to your mouth. You could feel him smile against your lips. He suddenly pulled away and looked at you.
“Get up.” He smirked. You got up off the bed your legs felt like jelly but you pushed through it and stood in front of him. He looked at your body up and down before stripping off his shirt and unbuckling his pants. You couldn’t help but stare at the perfectly carved man in front of you. You absentmindedly bit your lip as you gawked at him and he smirked once again.
He turned you around so your back was flush against his and he bent you over. You placed your hands on the bed. Excitement tingled through you as you waited to be filled up by Sam. You were still trying to catch your breath when he rubbed his dick over your sensitive slit. You sucked in a sharp breath at the sudden contacts.
He slowly slipped his tip into you and you threw your head back. It hurt, but it felt so good.
“Oh Sam.” You gasped.
He took this as a green light to fill the rest of you up with himself. You winced and let out a moan through your closed lips and Sam smiled. He started out with a slow pace before working up to a fast one. You could barely contain yourself, you were a moaning mess. He felt so good inside you.
Sam leaned down and captured your throat in his hand, forcing you to stand up with him still pounding into you. He whispered things into your ear. His deep, orgasmic voice almost sent you over the edge. His voice was aphrodisiac all on its own.
“I want to hear you scream my name.” He groaned while pounding into you. You let out a loud moan in response and he released your throat. He moved his hand to your nipple while the other grasped your hip desperately. His lips stayed pressed against your neck, his hot breath made you tremble.
You could feel yourself coming undone under his touch. You screamed his name as your walls clenched around his throbbing dick. He buried his teeth into your shoulder and let out a grunt as he emptied himself into you.
As soon as he pulled out you found yourself collapsing onto the bed in front of you. You tried to catch your breath as Sam disappeared into the bathroom, reappearing with a towel moments later. He walked over and handed it to you.
You could hear heavy pants coming from his mouth. You always imagined sex with Sam to be heavenly but you had never thought it would be that animalistic and hot.
Sam had slipped on his jeans and he had thrown you yours. He walked over to your phone station and picked up a pen and paper.
“I’ll be here, you know, if you ever wanna do that again.” He smirked as he grabbed his shirt and threw it on. You took the piece of paper from his hand and read it. By the time you had looked up, he had left.
Since my old one stopped working I had to make a new one
Prompts
Supernatural
Dean
Sam
Cas
Teen Wolf
Stiles
The Originals
Elijah
The Vampire Diaries
Kai
Dating Kai Parker Would Include
Containment
Imagine: Getting lectured by Dean but getting distracted by how hot he is.
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word Count: 974
Warnings: Implied Smut?
You walked into your room with Dean hot on your heels. You had made a pretty risky decision while on a hunt and he wasn’t too happy about what could have happened. In the end, everything worked out but that didn’t matter to him.
Dean slammed the door behind him and turned to look at you. If looks could kill you would be beyond dead by now.
“What the hell were you thinking!” He yelled, flailing his hands out in front of him. You watched how his arm veins popped out, how his muscles flexed when he put his hands forward. It was damn near impossible to concentrate on what he was saying. How was it possible that someone could look this good while yelling? No, a better question was why was this turning you on? Seeing him all worked up made something inside you scream.
“Everything worked out, I don’t know why you’re freaking out.” You said nonchalantly, holding his gaze. He rolled his eyes at your response. He was so attractive without even trying. The way that he swiftly darted his tongue along his bottom lip, or the way he wiped his chin with his thumb. God, the things you wanted him to do to you.
“You almost got me and Sam killed, not to mention yourself. The only reason we’re still alive is because I saved our asses.” This time you rolled your eyes.
Dean took a step forward, and you swore you could see a faint smirk play on his features.
“What did you just do?” You stood up off the edge of the bed and stared at Dean.
“No, the only reason that we’re alive and not puppy chow is because of my quick thinking.” You wanted to see how far you could push him before something snapped. With Dean, makeup sex was a given, no matter how small the fight was. You couldn’t wait to see how mindblowing this round was gonna be.
He took another step closer, forcing you back down on the bed. You just stared at each other. With each passing second his light green eyes grew darker. You flicked your eyes down to his lips. Fuck, they were so perfect and plump you couldn’t wait to feel them on you, attacking every inch of your body, leaving marks all over your neck and other places only he could see. Just looking at them alone made you wet.
“God, Y/n, you’re so full of yourself.” He said looking down at you. He watched you as you stared at his lips and he smiled. He knew exactly what you were doing, and what your endgame was, and he wasn’t complaining. The only thing was, he could play this game better.
“Am I?” You asked, looking up at him through your lashes. By now he was so close that you could practically smell his aftershave. He held your chin in his hands. You watched as his eyes raked your body, briefly stopping at your breasts before bringing them back to your eyes.
He leaned down and lifted your face, he lightly brushed his lips against yours.
“Yeah, you are.” He said pulling away. He walked back to the table on the opposite side of the room and took off his shirt. You chuckled inside your head. You could barely concentrate on what he was saying when he had clothes on, nevermind when he takes them off.
Your eyes snapped up to his defined torso; all you wanted to do was run over to him and drop to your knees, but you held yourself together. At this point, both of you knew that this wasn’t about your hunting decisions, it was about who would crack first.
“So, you’re mad at me because I do- I know what I’m doing.” You stuttered, tearing your eyes away from the god of a man in front of you, yes he was hot, but he was annoying as hell. Especially with the way he made you crumble by just talking. He now had a full on smirk plastered on his face, you knew he enjoyed seeing you stumble over your words, largely because it was him making you do it.
“No, I’m mad because you’re reckless and impulsive. You almost got everyone killed.” He said sternly, running his hands through his hair. You watched as his muscles flexed when he lifted his arms up. He knew what he was doing, he knew every little thing he did was making you wetter by the second. His voice, his arms, his everything. It was all so distracting.
You got up off the bed and started walking towards him.
“You know what Dean?” You asked, cocking your head to the side. You were now standing about five inches from his face.
He mimicked your actions and turned his head to the side as well.
“What’s that?” He hummed, narrowing his eyes. He watched your chest heave as you slowly got more turned on. You sucked in a breath, preparing yourself for what was most likely going to happen after your next statement.
“I think you’re pissed because I was the one that saved us this time and you were the one screaming my name for help.” You smiled when you saw the rise that got out of him. He closed the remaining space between you two by grabbing your hips roughly. He bent down and put his lips to your ear.
“You’re gonna be the only one screaming this time.”
All you saw was a slight smile on his face before he spun you around and set you on the table. By now you had passed the turned on line and slid right into sexually frustrated.
Another Scene of 10x02 - Reichenbach that I had to edit in a comic-version! :) Hope you like it! :)
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