If someone is pretty bored, I just created a supernatural rp server on discord. It’s for fun, so you can join there to play one existing character of the show, or just create an OC to join the bunch
REQUEST: ANONYMOUS ASKED: CAN I REQUEST A LUCIFER X READER ONE SHOT BASED OFF THE SONG SIPPY CUP BY MELANIE MARTINEZ MAYBE? MUCH THANK!
A/N:So it has been a LONG time since the last part of this was posted (4 years but who’s counting). There really wasn’t much left of this particular story then, but I want to wrap it up nonetheless.
“We’re almost done,” Dean’s voice whispered from behind me just next to my ear. I nodded silently; my screams silenced for the first time in hours. The blinding hot burning pain had subsided just over half an hour ago and the injection he had just given me was almost a relief. A balm for the wounds that had been opened before it.
I hung my head in front of me and let my tears drip from my eyes onto my jeans. My arms were still bound around the chair behind me, and my ankles were still tied to the legs of the chair.
“You’ve stayed,” I whimpered. “The whole time. Through all my screaming, and snotting and everything. You didn’t leave.” I lifted my eyes and saw him crouching low in front of me, his eyes fixed on mine. “Why?”
His seafoam green eyes stared into mine as he seemed to consider my question. Lifting his hand, he rested the backs of his knuckles against my forehead. “You’re burning up,” he said.
“That’s not an answer,” I half smiled as I hung my head, feeling Dean stand up straight in front of me and step back towards the table he’d set up behind him.
I heard the crack of the plastic ring around the top of a water bottle pop. He stepped back towards me. “Here,” he said pushing a half blue, half red pill into my lips. I opened them readily, letting the pill fall onto my tongue as he held the plastic water bottle to my lips. “Swallow,” he commanded as I took gulp after gulp of the refreshing liquid.
“Girls don’t like it when you make ‘em swallow you know,” I quipped, humorously. Dean barely registered the comment as he quickly glanced at the onyx-colored watch around his wrist.
“Hot date?” I asked, a hint of jealousy making its way into my tone.
He shook his head quickly with a smile spreading across my face. “Oh sweetheart, I’ve been so tied up on this date with you, the days and nights are just stringing themselves together. How am I supposed to handle anyone else?”
“Well hell,” I panted, running out of breath. “Seems I’m the one that’s tied up. Maybe you should handle that.”
He raised his eyebrows and tilted his head down, his expression carrying every bit the presence of a disappointed librarian. I let out a breathy laugh. “Come on, Deano. It’s gotta be time for the next shot by now.”
He shook his head sadly now, lifting his arms from his sides and crossing across his chest. “You’ve got another 45 minutes or so. Sorry, kid.”
I shrugged as best as I could, letting my sweat coated hair fall in front of my face. “Know any fun ways to pass the time?” I flicked my eyes back up at him without lifting my head, a smirk playing on my lips as I could feel blood rushing to my cheeks, blushing them as it did. The look on his face was surprised but only for a moment as he smiled at me, his teeth on full display as the devilish grin spread. His eyes became soft and sultry once again as he walked closer to me.
“Just say the word, Y/N. You’ve already had the preview when we met. But I’m more than happy to give you the whole floor show.”
“Well then, cowboy,” I began, squirming in my seat. “As a guest in your home, I demand to be shown a thoroughly fulfilling good time.”
He hung his head shyly, disappointment clouding his countenance. “Give it another hour, Y/N,” he pleaded. “I’ll show you the best time of your life. Just an hour.”
I sighed, wrathfully. “Yeah, Dean.” My tone was flippant as I tossed my head backwards, relishing in the cooling effect of my hair leaving my face. There were still beads of sweat pouring down my neck and trailing down my face. I took a deep breath. “I could use a drink.”
In seconds, Dean was running out of the room, his footsteps galloping up the stairs as he made his way to the kitchen. I took a deep breath, attempting to steady myself. The pain had ebbed long ago, but my nerves were tuned in to everything that was happening around me. As if I had been struck by lightening and could feel every cell of my body moving. My anxiety was flowing through my veins as if it were oil, slowing everything down to a crawl while my mind raced and jumped to every conclusion but a good one.
By the time Dean returned with a tumbler full of whiskey, my chest was heaving, and hyperventilation had set in. “Dean,” I panted.
“What the hell?” He set the drink down and walked up to me again, setting his hands on my shoulders as he gave me a once over, as if to ensure that I wasn’t in any physical harm.
“Dean, what if it doesn’t work? What if you can’t fix me? What if we do all of this and all these injections and nothing happens? If I die? Dean, what if we’re killing me? I can’t….” I was gasping between words and my head had begun to get fuzzy as the room spun.
“Hey, hey,” he said forcefully, wrapping one palm around my cheek. “None of that’s going to happen. It’s going to work.” His tone was convincing, but his face held a worry that only served to further my panic.
I struggled against the wrist restraints, pulling at them until they bit into my flesh, sending a jolt of pain through me. “How much longer?” I asked the question through gritted teeth, doing everything I could to maintain my consciousness.
He glanced down at his watch again. “Still a little over half an hour.” I gave out a small cry, beyond frustrated with the all too stagnant passage of time. “I can’t…” The whispered words went unfinished.
“Oh, fuck it,” Dean said, as he wrapped his hands around my wrists and began removing the ties that had been binding me there. Once he had freed each hand, he ran his own palms up my arms until he was once again cupping my face. “Look at me,” he commanded. I did as he asked, my eyes seeming to be shaking in my skull. He held my gaze a few moments before ravenously slamming his lips against my own as he began to hungrily devour me. My eyes snapped shut in surprise as my mouth responded to his.
Kissing him the day before had felt so different. Mechanical and part of the job. But this? This pulled my senses into focus, becoming engrossed only in him. I could feel my breathing slow and become more controlled as our lips danced against one another. My hands wound around his back, pulling him closer to me as I felt each ripple in his muscular back, feeling them tighten and flex as his hands and arms explored my waist. His hands dropped as his fingers deftly untied the knots at my ankles, never breaking the manic kiss he had been pressing against me. I attempted to get to my feet; to stand and engage him deeper. Before my knees could begin to straighten, I felt his taught hands grasping each buttock as my legs instinctively wrapped around his torso.
Leaning my head back, I let out a breath, inhaling deeply as the feel of his warm lips accosted the all too sensitive spot at the base of my neck. His tongue lapped at my pulse point, heating me from the inside out as he began to nip at my skin.
“Dean,” I moaned, my lips next to his ear as my breathy voice called out for him. His guttural grunt gave me the response I so craved and the pressure in his jeans against my core was all the encouragement I needed.
I snaked my hands down his back, grasping the hem of his shirt firmly as I pulled it up over his head and threw the garment behind me. With one arm still wrapped around my waist, the fingers of his free hand trailed up my back, pushing my top up with it as he deftly removed it from my torso and made short work of my bra.
My fingers wound themselves in the short hair at the back of his head as I pushed his face closer to my neck, eager to feel their wet heat against my neck again. I loosened the grip of my legs around his waist and quickly stood in front of him; my ravenous fingers trailing down his abdomen, feeling each movement of every bit of sinew within. My hands drifted to his beltline, desperately fumbling with his belt buckle ad zipper.
A small chuckle broke out of his lips. “A little eager, aren’t we?”
“Shut up and fuck me,” I demanded. The twitch of his cock through his briefs let me know that my instructions were going to be followed.
His fingertips expertly unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and in a flash, he had pushed them to the ground, gathered at my feet, along with my panties. I stook in front of him, fully naked, and consumed with absolute hunger and need for him. Ever so slowly he trailed his hand up across the outside of my thigh and in towards my core. I could feel myself throbbing, aching for his touch.
The gentle touch of the tip of his finger across my clit had me gasping once again as I watched a smile swipe across his face. I kept my eyes locked on his as the intensity of my need for him became evident as his finger dipped into my folds, caressing my clit on its way inside me. My muscles tighten, sucking his finger into me deeper as he added another digit. I leaned my head back, groaning out as he lazily stroked me over and over.
“Dean,” I cried out. “Faster.”
His actions sped up, but he pulled his finger back slightly, decreasing the pressure as I squirmed towards his touch and cried out, wanting.
Dean withdrew his fingers from me, leaving me bewildered. I stared at his face once again, ravenous, and unsatisfied, as that same devilish smile spread across his delicious lips. He bent his knees, nudging them into my legs as I followed his wordless command and fell to my knees, ignoring the hard-concrete floor beneath them. I watched as he made short work of removing his belt and shoving his own jeans down, adding them and his briefs to the pile of clothing in the corner. His right hand wrapped around his cock, thrusting it in and out of his grasp quickly, as if demonstrating its capabilities. Winding my fingers around his wrist, I ripped his hand away and replaced it with my own. I leaned closer, pursing my lips as I laid a wet, slow kiss at his tip, keeping my eyes locked on his as his mouth hung agape. Slowly, I pulled more and more of him into my mouth, coating him in my all too willing and abundant saliva. He slid into my mouth with such ease as I bobbed my head slowly, taking all of him in my mouth.
He groaned as he clasped his hands behind his head, thrusting his hips towards me, encouragingly. I lapped my hungry tongue at his tip, allowing my hand to take over the movements that my mouth had been performing. His head had leaned back, satisfied groans leaving his lips as I continued pumping him with my fist.
I smiled, self-satisfaction written on my face as I quickly took him into my mouth again, creating a warm pocket for him to bury himself in. “Fuck, Y/N,” he groaned out loudly. I slowed my movements, pulling back and away from him as I leaned backwards onto the floor, lying down flat on my back. Lifting one hand, I gestured to him with my pointer finger, beckoning him to join me. He followed instructions well as he leaned himself over me, his weight held on his knees as he quickly and forcefully thrust into me. My own groan of pleasure now burst from my mouth as he rhythmically thrust himself in and out of me.
His lips were back on mine; assaulting my mouth in ways I never knew were possible and thoroughly enjoyably so. He lifted one hand off the ground, placing it between us as his thumb found my clit and began rubbing forceful circles around and on it. My legs wrapped around him as I crossed my ankles, pulling him further and deeper into me. My breaths were coming out almost as screams now as I could feel my orgasm building; the coil within me so close to snapping into bliss.
He stopped short, as I whined my dissatisfaction and the slight pain of my release ebbing away set in. Dean’s fingers pushed my legs open and I unlocked my feet, allowing him movement again. I laid there stunned, as he grabbed my hips and flipped me over without any effort at all. The tips of his fingers ground into the front of my hips, eliciting me to back up closer to him, my ass in the air. The palm of his hand offered a pleasant sting as he brought it down onto my right cheek and pushed himself into me from behind.
A gasp that came out as though I were choking forced its way out of my mouth and I once again was reveling in the delirious pleasure that only Dean could offer. The friction he provided when he slid out and back into me as his hands held me furiously close to him. His pelvis continually butting up against my behind as that familiar pressure began building all over again.
I could feel him leaning closer to me as his chest came skin to skin with my back and his lips held themselves at my ear. “Is this what you wanted, huh? My cock buried this deep inside you?” He paused as if waiting for an answer. “Words, Y/N.” He chastised me as his thrusts slowed, coming almost to a stop.
“Yes! Fuck, yes! Don’t stop, Dean.” His lips grazed my shoulder with a timid kiss as his hips began moving once again, the break leaving me more sensitive than I had been before.
I could feel the coil winding again, quicker, and tighter than I could remember. Dean leaned forward once more, leaning his chest against my back as one hand wrapped around me and his fingers again found my nub. The movements of his digits were firm and precise, encouraging me to fall over the edge into oblivion.
“Cum for me, Y/N,” he all but demanded. His words were my undoing as I felt the pinnacle of pleasure pour over me. My legs losing all strength as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over me. I felt his thrusts quicken as the rhythm became less and less on beat and he swelled within me, finding his own release as I twitched in response to his movements; the sensitivity of my nerves post-orgasm feeling overwhelming.
As he pulled out of me, I all but collapsed, allowing my legs to straighten out behind me as my stomach contacted the cold floor. He lay beside me after a moment, both of us out of breath and attempting to regain our composure.
“Damnit,” he blurted out, jumping to his feet quickly and running towards the table.
“Hmm?” I questioned, unwilling to move.
“Time for your shot,” he explained walking up to me slowly, the last of the syringes in his hand. I looked down at the floor beneath me to see that I was laying in the center of the devil’s trap, my head perched at the top of it.
I nodded slowly as I sat up and offered him my arm.
“Last one,” he said hopefully; still short of breath. I nodded once again. “What,” he asked quickly. “Eager to be done with it?”
I shook my head no, smiling as I took one last steadying deep breath. “Whatever gets me to round two quicker. And preferably on a softer surface.”
Summary: When your past comes back to haunt you, who will prevail? Hunting had been your life since your were 4 years old. The monsters that started you on that path were resurfacing, and you knew what you had to do. But nothing is ever truly secret, and nothing is ever that cut and dry with the Winchester’s in tow.
A/N: This is a new one that is coming from a few requests. I’m not going to post the actual requests because…well because it would spoil the story line and I’m pretty into this one.
Words: 2167
Warnings: Trauma, medical terminology, stress, hospital waiting room, tears, anesthesia
Dean stood alone in the washroom; the mortar full of ingredients sitting scorched on the floor. He swept his hands through his hair and walked over to the sink, quickly grabbing a paper towel from the dispenser and beginning to work on cleaning up the paint from the trap on the floor. It took mere moments, but it felt like an eternity. While he was tossing the remnants of his spell into the trash bin, a loud insistent knock was again rapping at the door.
“Yeah, yeah,” he muttered. “Keep your shirt on.”
“Dean!” Sam was yelling outside the door, continuing to pound on the cheap, grey wood.
Shit, Dean thought to himself as he rushed to finish the rest of his cleanup. Once the last of the traces of his work had been disposed of, he yanked the door open and breezed past his brother wordlessly.
“What the hell, Dean?” Sam’s indignant voice trailed behind him. “What did you do?”
The accusation in his words was not unfounded, but still, it left Dean enraged. “What are you talking about, Sam?” Dean’s voice was sharp and dismissive as he spat the words at him, his face scrunched up into a defensive glare.
The youngest Winchester caught up with him within a few strides as he reached out and grabbed Dean’s shoulder, forcing Dean to turn around and face him.
“Don’t do that,” Sam pleaded. “Just don’t.”
“What, a guy can’t take a dump?”
Sam glared at his brother, leaving the silence between them thick and expectant.
“Come on Sam, we have to get back in there. Y/N’s depending on us.”
Sam nodded his head, disappointment evident in his stance, as they both walked back towards the waiting room.
Immediately, Dean began pacing between the aisles of seats, his long legs bowing out as he did so. He was listless and his hands alternated between running through his hair and yanking on his own neck in a vain attempt to relax the beyond strained muscles.
The doors to the surgical hallway flew open and the same doctor that had spoken with them before came rushing towards them, her eyes bulged out in surprise as she locked onto the boys.
“Doc,” Dean’s voice was full of anguish as he strode up to her, meeting her just outside the rows of seats. He remained silent, waiting for the update she undoubtedly was there to give him.
“Tell me she’s alright,” Sam whispered, walking up next to Dean. The doctor remained silent. Dean let out a sigh, lowering his head over his crossed arms. He was all stress, panic and anxiety in human form.
The doctor opened her mouth to start speaking but came up empty as her mouth closed again. After several false starts without explanation, she took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
“We’re going to need some sort of words here, doc.” Dean’s jovial voice was hiding his tension and impatience, but he remained unsatisfied as the woman continued her silence.
“She’s not,” Dean began, unwilling to finish the sentence. “No,” he stuttered. “No, she can’t be. She’s not gone. Tell me she’s not gone.”
Sam laid a comforting hand on his brother’s shoulder and stepped in front of him. “Dean, it’s okay.” He sniffed, unable to control the tears forming in his eyes as they began to fall.
“No,” Dean began muttering to himself, his eyes wide and fixated on the floor. “No, she said…she was supposed to fix it. We had a deal.” His words strung together haphazardly. Dean could hear his own heart pounding faster and faster. “No,” he whispered.
I opened my eyes violently; the dryness of them sending pain and discomfort through me. I could feel my head pounding, but the pressure in my chest overrode all of it. As much as I tried, I couldn’t take a breath. My lungs felt as if they were solid bricks, useless in their emptiness. I struggled against whatever was blocking them, attempting to take gasp after gasp of fresh air that wouldn’t come. All I could feel was pain. My pounding head, aching eyes, useless lungs, and beyond bruised body fought against every survival instinct I had.
“Oh my God,” I heard a man’s voice yell out. I lifted my hands to my face and began clawing at the foreign objects that seemed stuck inside of my mouth, arms and chest.
“No, no, no!” Panicked voices surrounded me as blurred shadows began rushing around me, poking and prodding me at every juncture, as though my threshold for pain was exponentially larger than it actually was.
“Calm down, Y/N.” A soothing voice rang in my ear. “We need to close you up now,” she sang. “But to do that, you have to sleep.”
I attempted to speak, wanting nothing more than to scream at the people around me, to tell them no, to make the torment stop, but words were beyond my reach. “The machines are breathing for you, Y/N. Don’t fight them. A little more rest and you can wake back up. But for now,” she crooned. “You need to sleep.”
I watched her fingers grabbing at a tube as another set of hands gave her a vial which she quickly depressed into the tubing between her fingers. Within seconds, my eyelids drooped, and my head became heavy, my vision fuzzier than before. And before I could protest, I had drifted into a dreamless, nightmarish sleep.
The panic in Dean’s chest had begun to consume him as it seemed like the very ground beneath him had given way. He sank to his knees, kneeling on the floor with his head cradled between his hands. His cheeks were covered in the salty streaks of his own tears as he took deep breaths, attempting to find some hint that this was all an awful dream.
Sam moved in front of him, his legs blocking Dean from view. The doctor stared at him with wide, unblinking eyes, as if she were in shock.
“You need to say the words, Doc.” Sam crossed his arms, swallowing the lump in his throat as the tears that his eyelids had been successfully keeping at bay finally fell. “I need to hear the words, or I won’t believe it.” He stressed each word, holding on to hope that all of their assumptions were wrong.
He watched as the doctor finally raised her line of sight to meet his eyes and shook her head slightly as if bringing herself back to the present. “She’s awake,” she said.
Sam’s eyes lurched open as his arms fell to his sides. “What?”
The doctor shook her head again, confusion clearing as she did so. “She woke up. During surgery. She woke up momentarily.” Her explanation did little to settle the worry that laid heavy throughout the room. “We had to sedate her, but she did wake up for a moment.”
Sam lifted his hand and pulled it down his face, grasping his chin as he did so. “What does that mean?” His question came out much calmer than he felt.
“It’s a good sign,” the doctor began. “Typically, with this kind of trauma, there wouldn’t be more than a ten percent chance of survival.” Her words did little to provide any comfort. “But we’ve repaired the damage and she’s in the recovery room now. It’s going to take a while for her to wake up since we had to sedate her again, but it’s a good sign.”
Sam took a deep breath, reaching down behind him to grab Dean’s arm. He pulled him up and forced him to stand. “Dean,” he said, smacking his hand against his brother’s chest and pointing towards the doctor.
Dean looked up hesitantly as he made eye contact with the doctor again. “She’s in the recovery room,” she explained again. “It’ll be a couple of hours before she’ll be in her own room, but once she is, you’re welcome to see her.”
“Her body, you mean.” Dean’s words were painted with defeat.
“No, Dean.” Sam turned around, looking at his brother pointedly. “She’s alive.” Dean’s eyes flicked over to his brother’s as he let out a breath, allowing more tears to fall down his cheeks.
My eyelids were so heavy. Like steel doors that had been locked shut, and I was powerless to move them. But I could feel the moisture of my own tears leaking through them as they dripped down my cheeks and across my lips. All I could feel was pain. The gravel in my chest that seemed to expand with each involuntary breath that I hadn’t initiated. The sharp, shooting pain that was radiating out from my back. The pounding in my head that felt as though my temples were trapped in a vice that was constantly being tightened. It was unreal and I didn’t think I could, or that I’d want, to cope with it.
Every part of me was scorching. That same sort of burning feeling that only seemed to happen when you were too cold, freezing from the inside out. I attempted to move, urging my knees to bend and scoot me away from the frozen fire that felt as though it were seconds away from consuming me. My lazy, thick voice whined into the emptiness as I urged myself to plead for help. The only sound that came out was muffled and nonsensical.
But within seconds, I felt warm fingers snaking themselves around my hand, intertwining my fingers with them. The warmth and comfort that originated there began to spread, and I poured all of my strength into flexing my fingers and squeezing the hand of my hero that had alleviated some of my agony.
“Mom?” My voice was almost unrecognizable. As though I was speaking through a thick layer of fabric that had been woven over my voice box.
“Shhh,” a soothing voice rang out as another hand swept across my forehead. “You’re going to be just fine, Y/N.” I knew that voice. I would recognize it even if I were dead. And yet, I couldn’t identify it for the life of me.
“I’ve got you, sweetheart.” Two lips pressed themselves gently to my forehead, leaving an aura of safety and respite from my aching body.
“Dad?” I questioned.
“Y/N?” Another voice called out to me, but from the other side of the room. “We’re here, Y/N. Sam and Dean,” it answered me. “We’re right here.”
I pursed my eyebrows together, still unable to open my eyes. Sam and Dean were there. I knew that their presence meant I was safe. That the terror of not knowing where I was or why everything hurt so much should ebb away. But every part of me wanted to scream at them. To push them away for pulling me back from the perfect peace I had found with my parents. I could still hear the waves crashing on the beach and remember the feel of my mother’s hand in mine. But all the contentment and ease had gone and been replaced with suffering.
“Hey, hey relax Y/N. It’s okay.” Dean’s voice attempted to soothe me as he pushed my hair behind my ear, gently cradling my face.
“No,” I murmured. “I want to go back.” My words came out as whispers, but their intent was sincere.
Dean relaxed his grip on my hand. “What?” he asked. But no more words were able to push through my lips. The tears that had been quietly dripping slowly from my eyes now became a deluge as my eyes and chest were wracked with sobs. The pain that shot through me with each violent spasm was disorienting and overwhelming, but the tears wouldn’t stop, and my heaving breaths were undeterred.
My fingers dug into Dean’s hand, desperate to keep him close to me as I pulled him towards the bed. I was able to curl my legs up into myself, ignoring the pain shooting through my abdomen as I did so, as I pulled Dean’s hand ever closer to me.
“Hey, hey, hey,” his voice rang out like velvet. “I’m here,” he said as I felt the bed depress next to me as his legs pressed against mine. His arm wrapped around my shoulders as he slowly released my hand, holding me close to him and pressing a kiss to the top of my head.
The sobs that had sped through me began to calm as I buried my face into his chest, breathing in the familiar scent of evergreen and freshly cut wood.
“I’ve got you,” he whispered, his arms keeping me enveloped into him.
Deep breath after deep breath of his intoxicating musk had calmed my tears and slowed my breathing back to normal. The sharp stabbing pain had localized and no longer radiated out to every molecule of my being. Within minutes, I drifted off, terrified of any dream that I may have that could never compare to where I had just been.
Summary: When your past comes back to haunt you, who will prevail? Hunting had been your life since you were 4 years-old. The monsters that started you on that path had resurfaced, but after taking them out, you ended up in Heaven with an impossible choice; do you stay there or do you go back to the Winchester’s? Will the price they pay to keep you be too steep?
Words failed me as I froze, completely still as the water level rose, covering my bottom lip. My eyes locked on his. He leaned forward, crossing his arms on the rim of the tub and squatting down. We were eye to eye now and his emerald orbs bore themselves into me. I felt my heart as though it were sinking through my chest, taking my breath along with it. Tears sprang to my eyes, and I fought hard against them.
It didn’t take long for my eyelids to fail and my tears to start falling down my face. Dean reached forward, catching one with his thumb as he wiped it across my cheek, caressing my face in his palm as he did so.
My breathing was shaky at best as I lowered myself further. I watched as he kicked one leg over the side of the tub followed by the other as he stood in the water, fully clothed.
“Seems we have some talking to do.” His words came out low and muffled as he stepped towards me, his hands fidgeting at his sides.
I shook my head as I closed my eyes, allowing a few more tears to escape. “Can we just,” I hesitated. “Not?”
Dean let out a breath; a sigh filled with equal parts relief and exhaustion. He leaned forward slowly, pressing his forehead against mine as he wound his arms around my waist and pulled me towards him. My arms moved as if on autopilot, winding themselves around his neck as I inhaled the intoxicating aroma that was Dean Winchester. I let out a deep, overwhelming breath as his fingers reached up, running themselves through my hair.
“I’ve got you,” he whispered as he held me closer, pushing his nose gently against mine, imploring me to open my eyes.
Pulling my eyelids open, I met his gaze, staring into his eyes as what was left of my defenses crumbled. “You left,” I whined, more tears cascading down my cheeks. “You left me.”
He reached his right hand up, pushing my hair back behind my ear.
“I left cause I had to,” he explained. “Not because I wanted to.”
“Your text,” I began.
I felt him shake his head against my own. “I didn’t know what to say to you. How to make sure you wouldn’t follow me.”
“You made a deal,” I sniffled. “I would’ve done the same for you.”
“That’s the last thing I’d want you to do, Y/N.” His hands were on either side of my skull now, cradling my head in desperation.
“I thought…” My sentence trailed off as I tried to pull myself away from him. His arms tightened around me, resisting my attempt.
“Damnit, Y/N.” Dean’s voice grew louder as his eyes focused on me. He leaned forward, quickly capturing my lips with his own. The kiss was rough and demanding. Our lips moved against each other as if we were fighting one another. His tongue brushed against my bottom lip, simultaneously begging for and insisting upon entry. I opened my mouth to him as a gasp escaped my throat. His tongue was soft as he massaged my own. The last flick of the tip of his tongue against my top lip as he withdrew sent shivers through me.
Within seconds, my back was pressed against the cool tile of the tub, and I found myself wrapping my legs around him. He lowered his mouth to my neck, suckling at the all-too-sensitive skin as I moaned out his name. His eyes met mine again; dilated and ravenous. My legs tightened around him as he dropped his right hand down between us. I felt his rough fingertips roaming; caressing my thigh before slowly making their way to my clit, gently circling it as his mouth reclaimed mine once again.
I writhed against him, hungry for more contact and climbing towards my peek. Unwinding my arms from his neck, I tore at the chest of his shirt, tearing the fabric in two and running my fingers across his bare chest.
The pressure of his fingers increased, eliciting another moan as my pleasure mounted and my head fell backwards unbidden. He leaned forward again, claiming my ear with his teeth as he nipped at my lobe. My hands were in his hair now, tugging lightly as my climax continued to build and my breathing became more and more erratic.
“I’ve got you,” he whispered in my ear. I closed my eyes, turning my face to his and kissing him passionately, feeling myself teetering on the precipice of my release. He pushed his finger inside me, curling it towards himself as he continued his assault on my clitoris, sending me sailing off as my orgasm overwhelmed me.
I writhed against him, relishing in my high. I brought my head back so that I was eye to eye with him again, his lust blown eyes intent on me. “More,” I crooned, reaching my hand down to his belt as I unclasped it and made quick work of the zipper and button of his soaked denim. His eyes were fixed on me as he watched me hungrily push his clothing off of him, exposing his erection to the direct heat of the water. His legs lifted from the jeans slowly, one after the other, until he was standing naked as well. Nothing but the tattered shreds of his shirt clinging to his biceps and shoulders.
I unlocked my feet from behind his back, feeling his hands wind their way behind me, holding me up to him with one palm on each ass cheek. His lips came crashing against mine once again, devouring me as he leaned his hips forward, entering me. I gasped against his mouth, filled up by him in every way.
He waited a moment before moving, allowing me time to adjust as I relished in the feeling of being completely and utterly claimed by him. His hips rocked against me, plunging himself deeper inside of me than I thought was possible. He withdrew for but a moment before again pushing himself into me. The feeling of him was overwhelming; his name was the only word my lips seemed able to form. My legs trembled at his sides, still coiled around him.
“Look at me,” his words pleaded. I did as he asked, locking my focus back on him as best as I could. Our eyes locked, the rhythm of his hips became quick and hurried. I could feel the pressure building within me.
“Dean.” His name dripped from my mouth like a prayer. He leaned forward, our lips meeting again, consumed with passion and wanting. He groaned into my mouth as I felt his rhythm slow. He broke the kiss, a quick breath escaping his mouth as he stilled.
I leaned my forehead against his, grinding myself against him, hungry for the thrusts that had ceased.
“I’m not done with you just yet.” His words were guttural as he pulled me closer against him, burying himself deeper within me as he stood up fully and lifted me with him, stepping out of the tub.
“Careful,” I pleaded with him as his wet shoes landed on the floor.
“I’ve got you,” he said, plunging himself into me again as he walked, eliciting a moan from my throat.
Within seconds, my back was leaning against the bed and Dean was laying on top of me, the tip of his nose playing with mine. I pulled my head up, pressing my lips against his again. I wrapped my fingers in his hair again, pulling him closer to me.
“Fuck,” he murmured against my lips. I placed my hands on his shoulders, flipping him over until he laid back on the bed and I secured myself on top of him. Rearing back, I sat straight up, basking in the feel of Dean inside of me.
I ground myself against him, watching his eyes roll back as I rocked my hips against him. His hands roamed up my sides, his fingers tweaking at my nipples as he leaned forward and brought his lips to each in turn. His tongue flicked at each sensitive nub, as I arched my back into him. He sat up, tucking his face into the nape of my neck as he encircled me in his arms, thrusting up into me as I rocked back and forth on top of him.
“Slow down, baby,” he begged as I felt him swelling even further inside me.
“No,” I moaned, as I felt myself reaching my peak once more. “Please,” I breathed. “Don’t stop.” He continued moving, thrusting as I swayed above him, relishing in my orgasm as I felt him edging on his own.
“Y/N,” he moaned as I continued moving above him. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him closer to me as he reached his peak, whimpering my name as he did. I stilled above him, releasing my hold on his neck as I leaned back to meet his eyes again. His smile quickly spread across his face as his breathing quickened and he planted a quick kiss against my lips.
I rolled to the side, laying on the bed next to him where he quickly wrapped his arms around me, pulling me to his chest. I felt the fingers of his right hand as he trailed them up and down my upper arm. I gained more control of my breathing; rational thought breaking through my lust filled haze.
“Dean,” I said, full of melancholy. “We still need to talk through all of this.”
“Uh huh,” he exhaled, a note of hesitance in his tone.
He rolled onto his side, propping his head up on his hand as he pulled my waist closer towards him with the other. “But this?” He leaned forward, kissing me and effectively taking my breath away as he did. “This is so much better than talking.”
I put my hand on his chest, pushing him slightly back as I took a deep breath and looked into his eyes. “Dean,” I whispered.
“Let’s just, not.” He begged me. “Not yet. Can we just sleep? Just for now?” His eyes held an unfamiliar desperation in them. I leaned forward, kissing him chastely and pressing my forehead against his as I nodded. Within minutes, we both fell asleep, entangled in the damp sheets of the bed.
The sun peeked through the windows, waking me unexpectantly. I started sitting up and found myself restricted; Dean’s arm was wrapped across my abdomen as he laid on the bed, his stomach flat against the comforter with his mouth hanging open, a quiet snore escaping his mouth.
I smiled as I laid back down, my eyes locked on his face. His lips twitched as he began to stir. I watched his eyes open as he squinted at me.
“Hey,” he murmured, pulling his arm tighter around me as he leaned in and kissed me.
“Hey,” I whispered back. We sat in silence for a minute, neither of us willing to begin the conversation that demanded to be had.
“We should probably talk, huh?” I asked. He sighed, turning his head into his pillow before looking back at me.
“I’d be happy to provide some distraction instead.”
I narrowed my eyes at him, watching him wilt under my stare.
“Y/N,” he began, taking a deep breath. “I had to go. I didn’t have a choice. Jessica had -”
I interrupted him. “I’m not talking about why you left. I get that. You made a deal, you had to uphold your end.”
“There was no welching on this.”
“I know,” I nodded. “I know. But what I don’t get,” I attempted to restrain my irritation. “What I don’t get is why you made the deal in the first place? Why you’d put me in that position? Why you’d leave the way you did? Leave me alone.”
I held back the tears that threatened to crest my eyelids.
“What else could I do, Y/N?” His arms left my side as he turned and laid on his back, his hands in his hair. “I was going to lose you. How was I supposed to do that?”
“Dean,” I crooned, scooting myself closer to him until I was laying on top of him. “You were never going to lose me.”
He looked at me quizzically.
I chuckled slightly, smiling down at him. “Yeah,” I began. “I was in heaven. I was with my parents, and It was everything I’d ever wanted.” He sighed in response. “But I also had a choice. Stay or go. I wasn’t dead, Dean. I had already decided.” His blank stare let me know that he wasn’t following. “Dean, I wasn’t staying in heaven. I was coming back to you before Jessica even showed up.”
There was a pregnant silence and I held myself together, keeping my laughter at bay. He looked at me with a smile. “Wait, so…the deal…”
“Was completely unnecessary.”
He wrapped his arms around me again, turning me over so that I laid down on my back, him hovering over me. “So, this was all my fault then, huh?”
I nodded in response. “No patience.” I told him, rubbing my nose against his.
“I don’t want to be patient,” he said before lowering his lips to my ear. “I’ve got a lot of time to make up for.” His lips surrounded mine, as we fell into each other, entwined in each-other’s arms. “Your mine.” He said the words as if they were a question, his eyes pleading me for an affirmative answer.
Summary: The moment you were born, everyone’s eyes were just dull and grey, no color… until you meet your soulmate, the only person who you’ll see the color of their eyes and the only one to see yours.
Pairing: Jensen x Reader
Warnings: language, smut
A/N: As always, this is just fiction, no hate towards the wonderful Ackles Family. Feedback is loved.
The rays of the sun we’re slightly visible through the dark curtains, the day was bright and sunny. The cold in the room made your wrap the blankets closer to you, snuggling back to the warm body pressed behind your back, cozying up. Despite the warm blankets, your body shivered as soft and warm kisses were placed on your neck, a scruffy beard tickling you, causing you to giggle. You felt him smile behind you, his arms snaking around your waist, pulling you closer, if that was even possible, tightening his grip as he ground himself to you, a soft moan escaping your lips.
“Good morning,” Came his husky voice. You hummed in approval. “Good morning indeed.” You whispered your reply, causing him to chuckle. “I love you.” He whispered, nuzzling into your neck, kissing the spot behind your ear that always makes your head stir crazy. “You’re being overly affectionate today, Mr. Ackles, not that I mind it, but is there something you’d like to tell me?” You asked, twisting around so you can face him and bask in his morning handsomeness. Your mouth ran dry as your eyes met his. “Just happy to see your (y/e/c) eyes—“
You shot up from your sleep, rubbing your eyes, your heart pounding hard as you tried get over the recurring dream. How could you imagine the Jensen Ackles as your soulmate, you don’t even know what his eye color was, heck, you don’t know why you’d dream of him having green eyes. Maybe you’ve watch too much Supernatural, you thought. That was intimate information, only those who had found their soulmates talk about their eye colors openly. That dream was so vivid though, it almost ached your heart to think about it, like the television did no justice to just how good looking he was.
The Seattle wind was picking, fall was lovely, but you were excited for winter, the bundles of warm coats, the snow, the boots, you loved it, despite all the hard work to make you love it. You loved Seattle too because it was so close to where your favorite show is being filmed but you weren’t a crazed fan to go seek them out. “Hey, (y/n),” You were greeted when you entered the coffee shop you always went to. “Hey, Dover,” You smiled. “The usual?” He asked and you nodded, but when you were about to pay, he shook his head with a knowing smile. “Someone paid it for you.” He said and you furrowed your eyebrows. “Who—“
An echoed step was heard behind you. “I had a recurring dream of this coffee shop where I’d go to almost every weekend. So today, I found out that this place was real and not only in my dreams. I asked this awesome dude if there was a girl who comes here often, she had (y/h/c) hair about yea tall, I would have told him she had (y/e/c) eyes but he wouldn’t know that.” You were frozen on the spot. You knew that voice from anywhere, but in that moment, it was just as clear as in your dream just an hour beforehand. When you turned around, you took an unnecessary deep breath when you saw just how green his eyes were, it was like a forest.
“I wish my dream would tell me your name, I have a feeling you watch the show cuz I had dreams where your eyes would crinkle on the side when you try to get spoilers out of me. Also, dude here didn’t tell me.” Jensen playfully glared at Dover. “Man, I would’ve told you how much of a fan she is but—“ You cut him off with a glare and he raised his hands in mock surrender. “Your spot’s open as always.” He said and busied himself with cleaning.
“Please speak?” Jensen asked when you two were seated, you wondered how you even got to the seat without spilling your coffee on you. “I’m sorry this is just a lot to take in, I’m (y/n).” You managed to squeak and he smiled. “I took a chance today, hoping I’d finally meet my soulmate, and I’m glad I did.” He confessed and you heart swelled. “I’m awfully quiet, I’m normally not like this, sorry, I’m trying to calm my inner fangirl and set her aside so I can talk to you as your soulmate.” You bashfully said, staring into his eyes when he chuckled. “My dreams don’t justify how beautiful your (y/e/c) eyes.” He whispered as if reading your mind.
“I thought I was losing my mind imagining that your eyes would be green…” You whispered. “I can’t seem to wrap my head around the fact that, you, Jensen Ackles, is the only person to see my (y/e/c) eyes and I’m the only one to see your green ones.” You softly said and then chuckled, “I literally told myself I was watching too much Supernatural,” You added. He smirked, running his tongue between his teeth, making you exhale. “(Y/n), my first dream of you, we were at the beach, sunbathing, you looked hot by the way,” He chuckled, looking at you and you felt yourself blush.
“I just stopped, stared at you, your (y/e/c) eyes were mesmerizing, I didn’t know how much I could feel my heart beat in my sleep because of just seeing you, I woke with a smile, I’ve always thought it was only stories that you dream of your soulmate.” He recalled, silently taking your hand in his and squeezed, making your heart ache in a good way. “I wanna know you more, (y/n), I’m sure you know a lot about me—“ “But I’d like to know you more, not just you in front of the cameras.” You continued for him and he smiled brightly. “Let’s know each other as soulmates.”
“Good morning,” Came his husky voice. You hummed in approval, your eyes fluttering open as you felt him kiss the back of your neck tenderly. “Good morning indeed.” You whispered your reply, causing him to chuckle. “I love you.” He whispered, nuzzling into you. “You’re being overly affectionate today, Mr. Ackles, not that I mind it, but is there something you’d like to tell me?” You teasingly asked, twisting around so you can face him and bask in his morning handsomeness, your eyes meeting his sparkling green eyes. “Just happy to see you (y/e/c) eyes.” He said, a mischievous smirk started to spread across his face.
He leaned in and tenderly pressed his lips against yours. “And, Mrs. Ackles, I just want to enjoy you.” He murmured, his hooded eyes staring you down like his prey. You smiled, biting your bottom lip. You opened your mouth slightly and he took that opportunity to kiss you deeper, pushing you back with his chest until he was propped up on his forearms above you, caging you in between his shoulders. You slipped your hands up his sides and then cupped his face. The silence was overwhelmed by the sounds of the waves breaking, some stray seagulls cawing about in the air.
“The sea’s calling to us, Jen.” You murmured, eyes meeting his. “I know, but the beach can wait.” He replied but before you could say anything, he moved his lips to your jaw and neck, eliciting a moan from deep within your chest. One by one, he took your hand and pinned them on either side of your face, grinding his body down to yours, to feel your skin against his. His grunts echoed the room, spurring you on. “Jensen—“ You moaned and he parted your legs with his knees, settling in between them. You can feel his morning hard on against your lace underwear but his mouth distracted you more, his lush green eyes boring a hole through your eyes as he attached his lips to your breasts.
“I’m so lucky to have you as my soulmate, (y/n).” He murmured, kissing up your chest until he met your parted lips his hands ridding himself and you off the rest of your little clothing. “And I with you…” You replied. “I’m so lucky to marry you, to look into your eyes and remind myself that you and I are made for each other.” He whispered, his own eyes watering. “Oh Jensen…” You cooed, cupping his face and pulling him down to kiss him. Your face contorted in pleasure as he slowly thrusted into you, his cock stretching your walls amazingly. “Fuck—“ Came your strained moan. “Feel so good, sweetheart.” He groaned, his eyes closing. He seated himself deeply inside of you before dragging his cock out, mixing the stinging pain and pleasure.
“Jensen—please,” You choked out. “I got you baby,” He whispered, looking straight into you and he set out a relentless pace, fucking you hard and fast, your breath coming out in gasps of his name and other profanities that your mind can come up with. “Look at me, (y/n), wanna see you (y/e/c) eyes.” He whispered and you did, meeting his green ones that were intently staring at you. “Love seeing your face when I fuck you.” He added and bucked his hips, making you scream. “Your so tight, sweetheart, gunna come for me?” He murmured, nuzzling his head against your neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses, sucking a marking in the valley of your neck and shoulder.
“Y—yes! Please!” You moaned and he grunted in response as your walls convulsed around his cock. “Gunna—gunn—!” You couldn’t finish your sentence as he placed his fingers on your clit, rubbing fast in sync with his thrusts, screaming his name in pleasure. He didn’t stop, you didn’t want him to, his grunts were getting louder, his moans were getting deeper and you couldn’t help but squirm underneath him as you felt oversensitive, giving him multiple orgasms. “Gunna fuck a baby in you, sweetheart.” He promised, looking straight into you. “Please—“ You moaned and he leaned down, kissing you hard, swallowing his moan of pleasure as he spilled into you, hot and heavy.
He hips slowed down and he tried to keep himself up from crushing you. “Hug me, baby.” You murmured and he sighed. “I love you, sweetheart.” He whispered and looked up at you. He wrapped his arms around you and flipped you two around so you were on top of him. He brushed your hair off your face and tucked it behind your ear. “I love you.” You smiled and leaned down to kiss him. “Happy 5th anniversary, green eyes.” You smirked, your tone light and playful. “(Y/e/c) eyes, you’re too cute.” He chuckled and rubbed his nose to yours. “And to more anniversaries, soulmate.” He concluded, kissing you deeply once more.
Request: Could you do a Dean x reader fic where the reader makes a bet with Dean that he can’t keep his hands off of her for 24 hours and then when he breaks Dom!Dean smut? – Anon
Pairings: Dom!Dean x Reader
Warnings: smut, mutual masturbation
Word Count: 1172
Dean’s POV
She licked her lip, almost tauntingly. “I bet you, Dean Winchester, can’t keep your hands to yourself for a whole day.” She smirked, pushing my cup of coffee towards my direction. “Oh, sweetheart, the bet is on, what do I get as a reward?” I asked, taking a sip. “We get to do that little fantasy of yours.” She whispered and thinking about it just made my dick bounce. “It’s on.” I replied and she stood up, swaying her hips, her ass moving so deliciously. Fuck, this might be a hard bet, but that reward is so much more worth it.
I decided the best action to take was to keep myself busy and mostly not around her, I’ve got a good amount of self control but when it comes to her, her face, her lips, fuck, her ass, I just want to touch every inch of her, she makes me hard thinking about her. I groaned, resuming the task of changing baby’s oil.
I went back inside and saw her in the kitchen, wearing some tiny ass shorts and tank top, it was summer, it was hot. I eyed her and she winked at me. “5 hours, of fixing up baby, you enjoy running away from me?” She smirked. “Says a lot how much you want to touch me.” She added, running her hand up her body and giving a slight lift to her tits, god, my hands were tingling the moment she left the kitchen, giggling. “Son of a bitch.” I muttered to myself and proceeded to go to the library. “Why is (y/n) wearing almost nothing?” Sam asked, raising an eyebrow and bringing the book lower to look at me as I opened my laptop.
“Because she made a bet that I can’t keep my hands to myself for a whole day. And I can!” I proudly said. He chuckled. “Okay, dude, whatever you say.” “What’s that suppose to mean?” I furrowed my eyebrows. “Dean, you always have a hand on (y/n), like all the time.” He answered. “No… I don’t?” My reply came as a question. “Well, I’m leaving, I know your bets always end up in loud sex that I don’t ever want to hear again.” He said and stood up. “Where the hell are you going?” I asked. “Eileen’s.” Sam smiled and I and raised my eyebrows, nodding approvingly.
I was walking around back to our room to grab some weapons to clean when I heard her, I know that fucking noise. It was the distinct noise of vibrations and her sinful moaning. I opened the door and surely my cock instantly started to get hard. She was laying there naked and I knew she knew I was there cuz her pink lips curled into a smile. Her legs were spread wide, my flannel hanging loose on her shoulders as her hands got occupied with herself and the bright pink toy on her hand.
She moaned as she pressed the vibrator against her clit. Her free hand was softly cupping her breast, slightly pulling on her nipples just as I would. She slowly moved the toy up and down a line, slightly teasing her entrance just like my thick fingers would. “Dean,” She breathed and I had to bite my lip, I could feel my cock wanting to burst out of my jeans. “This is so not fair.” I grumbled and she smirked
The toy buzz oh so delightfully in between her legs, soaking in just how wet she’s gotten “Dean, fuck—“ You moaned as you plunged the toy in your pussy. “The deal was for you not to touch me, doesn’t mean you can’t touch yourself…” Fuck yes. I unbuttoned my jeans, my rock hard springing free and she watched me, her eyes dark with lust and I smirked, quite proud of the effect I have on her. “Fuck, yes… Dean…” She moaned, eyes shut tight, back arched, and I knew she was close, prompting me to quicken the pace my hand had on my dick.
Her moans filled my ear, I clenched his jaw, getting closer and closer by the second. “Dean!” She screamed and I was chasing my orgasm but I needed to be inside her, feel her tight fucking pussy. “Fuck this.” I groaned and stood up, taking two strides to the bed, grabbing her ankles and pulling her to the edge of the bed. “You lost.” She panted with a grin. “Don’t fucking care. On your knees, baby.” I commanded and she licked her lips proceeding to the position. She grasped my dick, her hot mouth wasting no time to wrap around me. “Fuck.” I groaned, my head tilting back and my hand tangling unto her messed up hair, pulling.
“You feel so fucking good.” I grunted and lightly pushed her back so that she was laying and I gripped her thighs and parted them as I attached my mouth to her wet pussy. Her head landed on the bed moaning my name as I licked her clit to her entrance, fucking her with my mouth. Her legs quivered as they wanted to close but I held her tight, red marks littering across her thighs. “Dean, please—“ She begged.
I pulled away and knelt on the bed, pushing her legs up my shoulders, almost bending her body. I moved my cock through her folds. “Dean, please, want you—“ She choked out. “Want me where, sweetheart?” I smirked. “In me, please, fuck me!” “As you wish, baby.” I whispered and thrusted into her, burying my cock deep in her pussy, groaning as I felt her clench her walls. “So fucking tight, so fucking perfect.” I muttered, moving my hips back before slamming back into her, making her scream out my name.
I fucked her relentless, my hands were everywhere, her face, her waist, her tits, I made realize just how much I craved her contact, just to have her beneath my hands. My hips began to stutter and her legs began close. “Coming, Dean, please make me—“ She moaned. “I know baby, I’m right behind you.” I muttered. My hand gripped her hip while my other attached to her clit, rubbing harsh circles. She met my erratic thrusts but soon enough, I could feel her clench around my dick, pushing me to the edge along with her. “Fuck!” She screamed as she came hard.
I continued to move my hips, chasing my end and I leaned down, pressing a long hard kiss, making her moan against my mouth. “Fuck, (y/n)!” I screamed, spilling inside of her. I slowly pulled out and she groaned. “You okay?” I asked, handing her a towel. “Sore legs.” She murmured and I shot an apologetic look towards her. “Guess you can’t keep your hands off me.” She smirked, leaning up to kiss me. “Nah, ‘s cuz I love you.” I winked and she blushed. “I love you too, Dean, and since you’re very sweet, I might just let you live your fantasy.”
Request: Hi sorry to bother u but can u do a deanxreader where reader has back pains and dean offers to give her a massage, and he sits on her lower back/butt area and it turns into something more. Thanks! I understand if u can’t write it b/c u prob get a Lotta requests. – Anon
“Son of a bitch,” You groaned, pressing your free hand to your lower back, and swinging your machete to your other shoulder. “You good there, (y/n)?” You looked up to Dean, dragging the vampire’s dead body to the pile. “Peachy.” You faked a smile. Dean couldn’t stop his body from reacting to the noises you elicited, his hips jerking forward. “What’s up?” He asked, being better at expressing his feelings of concern towards you, not that he didn’t care, he always assumed that getting too close to you could cost your life, but you had quickly proven that trusting and expressing to each other would be good, considering that you’ve saved his life multiple times.
“Just some back ache, comes with aging,” You joked, making him chuckle. “We should head back, Sammy’s gunna need meds, I promised to pick some up for him.” Your voice sounded hoarse. “I think we should get something for you, maybe some muscle patches too?” Dean suggested, shrugging. You couldn’t help but smile. He’s gotten better at showing he cared, a lot. It also helps that you know of his tiny crush on you. More like large, according to Sam, ever since your first encounter with them as you saved them. “Yeah, he hasn’t gotten sick in a while.” Dean affirmed and you both trotted to baby after setting the bodies aflame.
Dean always glanced at you as a whine escapes your parted lips, your hand trying to alleviate pressure from your back as you sat. You promptly twisted your upper body, grounding your feet and you heard the satisfying cracklings of your spine. You did it on the opposite side and you side, a little bit of the pain leaving your body. “Holy shit, (y/n), is that even safe?” He asked, stunned. You giggled, another sound he loved to hear. “It helps.” You winked and he chuckled, focusing on the road once again.
You had dropped by the pharmacy, got a lot of necessities, medicine, and first aid and all that to stock up the bunker, your new found home. After Dean getting a slice of pie, you were both heading back.
You and Dean brought all your stuff inside and Sam was in the library, on his laptop with a blanket draped around his back. “Hey Sammy,” You greeted, acquiring Dean’s nickname for him early on. You were two years older than him and he’d looked up to you as a sister, even though he still found himself being like an ‘over protective brother’ to you too. “Hey guys, how was the hunt?” He asked. “Totally good.” You replied, your smile turning sour when you bent down to put your bag down. “Are you hurt?” Sam immediately asked, pushing his chair back to stand up.
“No—no, I must’ve pulled something in my back, just gettin’ old,” You joked and he chuckled.
“You’re not old.” Dean snickered, playfully rolling his eyes. “Feels like it.” You scrunched your face and the brothers laughed. “I’m going to shower.” You announced and Dean decided to make soup for the three of you, most especially his sick brother. “You’re ogling her.” Sam teased, smirking at his brother. Dean scoffed. “Am not.” “If you say so.” Sam teased and Dean ran for the kitchen.
After letting hot water run down the expanse of your back for another minute, you stepped out of the shower, wiping down your whole body, putting on some loose jumper and some shorts. You went back to the library just as Dean was bringing a bowl of hot soup to Sam, who thanked him. “Eat up, sweetheart, this should help you too.” He grinned you murmured a thank you, before sitting down. “I think you two should rest and the three of us can do a case once you’re all better.” You said.
Sam smiled. “Don’t you like hunting with me? Like we used to back when Sam was in Stanford?” Dean pouted and you thought that was the cutest thing ever. You giggled and Sam’s smile grew wide. “I do, Dean, but I’m having issues with my back, and I know you’re pretty beaten up too, a couple of days isn’t gunna hurt.” You smiled and his pout went away. “How ‘bout I make pie tomorrow for us to enjoy?” You asked and he grinned. “Bribery accepted.” He hummed and you and the younger Winchester chuckled.
After the light dinner, you helped Sam out in the translation he was well occupying himself whilst being sick as Dean offered to clean up. The hours ticked by fast, Sam heavily asleep with the medication he’d taken. You were doing a bit of stretching when Dean passed by your bedroom. He arched an eyebrow, his eyes slowly looking at the expanse of your legs and the exposed skin by your hips with the jumper hanging low. “You okay there, sweetheart?” Dean asked and you looked up at him. You groaned and stood up. “Just, it’s either my spine’s all fucked up for I have a ton of knots in my back, like those wired earphones.” You scoffed and Dean laugh.
“Would you like me to give you a massage?” His tone had no malice but your brain went to multiple directions. “Yes,” You voiced out before you actually thought of it. You bit your lip and he just gave you a soft smile, entering your room then closing the door behind him. You took off your jumper to reveal a slim bralette you like to wear to sleep.
Dean tried his best not to groan at the sight, it wasn’t the first time he saw you in your underwear, heck, he’d accidentally seen you naked before, as you did to him. “I think I’ve got oil somewhere here,” Your voice cut out his incoherent thoughts and just nodded. You fished it out of your drawer and handed it to him before laying on your stomach on the bed. “’S it okay for me to sit on you?” He asked and you hummed in approval. He did as he suggested, sitting and trying not to put too much weight on your plump ass.
Dean poured a little bit of oil on your back, glistening in the light and he began to press his thumb on your muscles. You tried to bite back a moan but was unsuccessful. He could feel himself twitch at the sound but powered through, going lower on your back until he was massaging the small area between your ass and lower back, squeezing your hips. His hands felt soft despite having rough and calloused edges. The sheets in front of you were bunched up in your fists and you knew you were getting wetter as the seconds passed.
Dean’s hands were going up and down each arm and then back on your shoulders, your neck, then they slowly descended down to your waist. “Fuck, Dean.” You breathed and Dean jolted. He sucked in some air as if gathering some courage and descended to your ass, cupping and squeezing them. He moved towards your legs and started to massage your thighs and legs. “Tell me to stop if you don’t want this, (y/n).” When he was coming back up to squeeze your backside.
“Fuck, yes, continue.” You shivered at his tone and mumbled against the pillow and he chuckled darkly at how you’re reacting to his touches. His hands continued to massage your body but he leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on the valley of your shoulder and neck and you moaned, body tingling. You pushed back on your ass, Dean groaning as you brushed against his hardening length. “Fuck, baby.” He shut his eyes, his breath hot on your neck. It spurred you on, grinding up to him and his free hand lands on your hips, tight and warningly.
“Fuck me, Dean.” You whispered, leaning up towards the side where his face was. You moved your head more towards him and he kissed you feverishly. He sat back up, prying your legs open with his hands, this time, slowly running his fingers over your cloth-covered core, your hips bucking in response. Dean hooked his fingers on the waistband of your shorts and underwear, slowly stripping the pieces of clothing off of you, your ass slightly bouncing when it went over them and Dean but his lip, one of his hands grabbing a handful and squeezing. You lifted your hips up and brought your hands up to shimmy off your shorts since Dean got mildly distracted.
He squeezed your inner thigh and you instinctively tried to close them if not for his strong knees stopping them from moving. His fingers ran through your folds teasing your entrance and you couldn’t help but mewl. Dean clenched his jaw and pulled off his shirt. He then worked on your pants and you had to look back, meeting his eyes as you roamed his body. He gave you a boyish smirk and you swore you could come just by that. “You really want this, (y/n)…?” He whispered, leaning down to kiss your back, making you shiver, feeling his cock press against your ass.
“Heck yeah, would’ve asked you to massage me a long ass time ago if I knew this would happen.” Your voice was breathy as he started to grind his hips against yours. “Shit, babygirl, wish I’d known, would’ve done it sooner.” He whispered, nibbling on your earlobe, making you wetter by the second. He slowly pushed in, groaning at your tightness. “Fuck.” You pushed back, whimpering when his free hand grabbed your hips and thrusting in fully. “Dean!” You moaned.
He let you adjust before pulling back and slamming back in. “You’re so tight, baby.” He whispered, kissing your cheek. “Fuck me, Dean, please.” “Will do, babygirl.” He grunted and proceeded to pound you. Your moans and his grunts were echoing along the walls and you only hoped Sam was snoring away loud enough not to hear you. You were fisting the sheets in your hands as your hips bucked back to him. His thrusts were fast and erratic and soon enough, it was uneven yet hard enough to make you scream. “Fuck, (y/n), coming—“ He grunted. “Fuck!” You screamed. He felt you clench around his throbbing cock.
“Come for me, babygirl.” He whispered against your ear and you did, moaning out his name along with a string of profanities. He groaned, feeling overwhelmed with your tightness and just as you backed your hip up to him, he came, spilling deeply inside of you. He rode out both your orgasms and slowly lifted himself off of you. You twisted around to lay on your back and he leaned down, kissing you fully. “Are you satisfied with your massage?” He asked with a cocky smirk. You laughed, slapping his chest. “You gotta answer it, (y/n)!” He laughed. “Yes, Dean, it was a very very satisfying happy ending.” You answered with a wink, prompting him to laugh even more.
He leaned down and pecked your lips. “Well that leaves the question, will we finally be together?” He asked. You heart swelled as you leaned up, kissing him tenderly. “Absolutely.” You whispered.
Prompt: Demon!Dean in the dungeon with ice play and overstimulation.
Content Warnings: BDSM stuff, restraints, blindfolds, toys. Everything is consensual here. If you’re not into anything mentioned above, may want to sit this one out
WC: ~1300
A/N:Another ‘drabble’ that got away from me! I can’t help it, I love words too much. Thanks again @alleiradayne for the beta read!
And always, thank you to everyone reading and sharing. I had fun with this and I certainly hope you do too…
You’d always wondered what it’d be like.
As much as demons were a pain in the ass, you could never stop yourself from imagining what it’d be like to fuck one. It was a deep-seated fantasy, a filthy little secret that you’d never shared with anyone…not even Dean.
Selfish? Maybe.
Stupid? Probably.
But this was Dean. Even wrapped up in ‘lean, mean, Dean’, he was still the man you loved.
