Prompt: “Want to see what kind of trouble we can get into?” “Oh god, we’re going to die aren’t we?” “It’s a Tuesday, I know how to restrain myself.” “You absolutely do not.”
Summary: Vampire hunts on Thanksgiving.
Warnings: Typical canon shit, light fluff, unprotected smut (wrap it before you tap it irl!!), i didnt write with the intentions of angst but it definitely is there. Swearing (I always swear, sorry).
A/N: hey guys this is really late because I’ve not mentally been good but heres a request I started in November & finished now (end of December). This was a request so sorry to the poor anon who probably thinks I ignored them — I love you & i didnt forget you I just suck rn. However I am jumping back on the boat and more requests are being filled.
The last few weeks had been stressful, it seemed like cases came one after another like a never ending tidal wave. You and the boys both took turns being on the mend as injuries came and went like always. Right when you thought you’d get a break for the holidays, Dean digs out another case.
Your body was exhausted and you trudged to the Impala. Dean brought you to a motel for the night where you two shared a bed and Sammy slept in the one adjacent. None of you showered, you only dropped your bags by the door and buried yourselves under the covers. Dean’s arms wrapped around your middle and you buried your face in his chest.
You all slept for hours shifting in and out of blankets. Every once in a while one of you would shuffle around the room getting water or going to the bathroom. When you woke late the next day Dean was taking out fresh clothes from his duffle bag. When he heard you stir he gave you a light hearted smile.
“Want to see what kind of trouble we can get into?” He asked with a wink. You groaned loudly and rubbed an eye. “You never stop do you?” Sam asked bitterly sitting up on his own bed. You closed your eyes and let your face fall back into the pillow. “I found something big.” Dean added pulling the blanket from your body. “Oh god, we’re going to die aren’t we?” You asked sarcastically. Dean rolled his eyes, “It’s a Tuesday, I know how to restrain myself.”
“You absolutely do not.” Sam cut in.
“I heard there’s a vampire nest near the bunker.”
You snorted turning your head to look at Dean. “Yep, we’re definitely dying.”
“We’re leaving in an hour, now I’m going to shower.” Dean picked up his clothes and began walking to the bathroom. “Want to join?” He asked smirking. You bit your lip and sighed, he sure did know how to get you out of bed. Sam groaned when you rushed from the bed and passed Dean in the door frame and pulled him by his t-shirt. You giggled and Dean shut the door behind him. Meeting him for a kiss you cup his cheek.
Dean pulled back to bring your shirt up over your head and onto the floor. It only took another second for his shirt to join yours. His eyes raked down your body and you took advantage of the pause to press him back against the counter.
Your lips met his again, his fingers tangled in your hair. Unlatching your bra you felt his free hand rip it further away from your body until it fell to your feet. Dean broke the kiss to suck at the skin on your neck. Turning your head away to give him more access you brought one hand to his hair and the other ghosted down his stomach until it reached the waistband of his jeans. You moaned when he found a sensitive spot and brought your hips flush against his.
He dipped his fingers in the front of your pants, granting a small whimper from your lips. “Baby Sammy is out there.” You protested. “He’s a big boy, he can plug his ears if he doesn’t want to listen.” Dean chuckled fumbling with the button of your jeans. “Personally I love the sounds you make.” He said slowly dragging your jeans and panties down your hips.
Dean lifted you up onto the counter and began unbuckling his belt. You drank in the sight of him stripping before you. You helped him push his jeans down and slipped your hand into his boxers to free his erection. His lips found the skin of your neck and you moaned at the touch. Slowly wrapping your hand around his cock, you pumped him lightly feeling the pulse of his veins. Dean gripped his hands under your thighs and worked your legs apart. You brought your freehand to the small of his back and guided him inside you. Dean’s hands pressed into your hip and his fingers dug into the flesh of your ass as you clenched around him.
“You’re beautiful.” Dean whispered into your ear as he dragged himself back slowly. With an agonizing slowness Dean snapped his hips back to yours and back again. The anticipation overcame you and you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck and pulled your hips together. He supported your weight and moaned lightly. Dean wrapped your leg around his waist and you tightened your grip around him. Spinning you around, Dean pushed you up against the wall opposite of the mirror.
One of his hands roughly landed next to your head on the wall and the other held onto your leg. Dean licked his lips quickly before planting a sweet kiss on yours. You brought one hand to his hair and pulled him closer. As the kiss deepened Dean began rolling his hips, thrusting himself inside you entirely before almost pulling out completely. Every time he buried himself in you a small moan left your lips. “Don’t be quiet, I want to hear you.” Dean grunted.
Shifting slightly Dean pulled your body closer to his by gripping further up your thigh. The pressure of his fingers on your skin could have left bruises. His other hand found your shoulder and pushed you back further into the wall. Dean thrusted into you erratically, the force of your bodies colliding sent echos of your skin slapping together throughout the bathroom. Your skin felt on fire and the pressure began to build in your abdomen as you reached your climax.
Dean found your g-spot, causing his name to stutter out of your mouth repeatedly. You dug your nails into his skin as your orgasm neared. “Baby.” You moaned snapping your hips forward to meet his. “I know, so close.” Dean managed bringing his forehead forwards to meet yours. You rolled your hips to meet each of his thrusts until you found your release within each other.
Your legs trembled and your breathing was heavy and uneven. Looking past Dean for the first time you caught eyes with yourself in the mirror. Your skin was tainted with sweat and your cheeks were flushed. Your chest rose and fell quickly, your hands left marks over Dean’s shoulders. The muscles in Dean’s back were prominent, you took the opportunity to trace them as he paused to recover.
“You see how beautiful you are?” Dean asked kissing under your ear and burying his face in your neck. His hands ghosted over your sides until he held his grip and slid his cock out of you. Your legs fell heavy to the floor, causing you to sway slightly. You anchored yourself between Dean’s body and the wall. Picking up your head you smiled, your (y/e/c) eyes meeting with his beautiful green ones. “You are my heart Dean Winchester.”
Instead of replying Dean brought his lips to yours and held you in a kiss. Running your fingertips through the hairs on the base of his neck you chuckled. “We’ll never make it out of here in an hour at this rate.” Dean chuckled with you, pulling away. “Lets get cleaned up then.”
After leaving the motel, the entire next day you spent driving through states to chase after the case Dean had found. By the time you reached the town the vampires were in, it was three in the morning. You woke up from a nap in the backseat of the Impala wrapped in a sweater. Dean and Sam were discussing previous victims and different locations from information they could gather. When you stretched your arms and let a soft sigh escape Sam turned his head to find you looking out the windows of the car. “Good morning sleepy head.” Dean teased.
“Morning.” You replied shortly rubbing one of your tired eyes. Making eye contact with Sam you smiled, “What day is it?” You asked meekly.
Sam hummed to himself and rubbed his temple. “Need to sleep?” You asked.
He shook his head. “No, I’ll take the back when we leave though. Were like twenty minutes out. We were about to wake you up.” He answered.
“What do we have going on?”
“Abandoned wear house said to be where the vampires are holed up.” Sam replied simply. The rest of the ride was silent and you began loading your gun. When you arrived to the warehouse the windows were all shattered and the streetlights down the road were all burnt out.
The cold wind surrounded you, whirling your hair around your face as you exited the car. Dean and Sam loaded guns from the trunk of the car, handing things back and forth between themselves.
After grabbing vials of Dead Men’s Blood and machetes you all followed Dean to the entrance of the warehouse. Dread filled the pit of your stomach as you got closer to the door.
“Dean it’s thanksgiving, why are we picking a fight when we don’t have to? Can’t we just go home and spend time together?” You begged grabbing onto his arm. He turned to face you, readjusting the duffle bag on his shoulder. “We will Sweetheart. Right after we ruin their turkey feast.” Dean smiled and continued forward, walking out of your reach. You sent Sam a look of defeat. He returned it with a shrug and a sigh before following Dean into the warehouse.
Both the boys went in before you, keeping their knives aimed low. The warehouse was quiet and eerie. You scanned the rafters and turned hesitantly waiting for someone to come out of the dark corners. The sound of the boy’s boots on the concrete floors echoed through the vast space. The aisle separated and you all shared a quick glance before separating. The dim lights hung from the ceiling swung as air drafted in from inside. You couldn’t tell shadows from bodies ghosting out of your eyesight. You felt your heart begin to thump heavily in your chest. Sighting slightly you urged yourself to focus.
The lights turned off, the sound of the power going off followed. With the machinery all shut down the warehouse was so silent your gasp sounded like a yell. “Guys!” Dean called distantly. With a quick check over your shoulder you ran back down the aisle to where you just saw the boys. When you arrived neither of them were in sight. “What the fuck.” You groaned, turning to look around. Tightening your grip on the knife you took several steps forward.
“You’re going to need a much bigger knife than that.” A sarcastic voice caught you off guard. Instinctively your arm came around your knife aimed directly at the heart of the person behind you. The cold fingers wrapped around your wrist, stopping your movement. “Where are Sam and Dean?” You hissed struggling to release yourself from the man’s grasp. “Not to worry about dear.”
“You don’t get to tell me what to worry about.” You retorted.
“Might I remind you who is calling the shots?” The man laughed snapping your wrist. The knife fell from your hand and clattered to the ground. You bit the inside of your cheek to stifle the cry threatening to erupt from your throat. He let of your wrist and you brought it closely to your stomach, holding it gingerly. “What do you want?” You demanded stepping back.
“You hunt me, I hunt you.” He replied simply. “Sam is first. Then you watch Dean. Then it’s your turn to run.”
“You bastard. Where are they?”
The man paced, relaxing his hand behind his back. “I think telling you would defeat the purpose.”
You cocked an eyebrow dropping your good hand to your side. “I’m going to find out anyways.”
The vampire closed his eyes, eyes crinkling with laughter. “You think so don’t you.”
Your fingers brushed over he buttons of your cellphone in your front pocket. You assumed you found the right key and pressed it roughly, hoping the speed dial would go through. Rock music erupted into the still air and the man sent you a glare. “Found him.”
Everything went quickly after that. You could hear the struggle Dean and Sam were having distantly. The vampire stalked toward you. Your wrist was broken, your knife on the floor and your gun was useless. It would slow him slightly but would only aggravate him more. You turned slightly, running away while keeping your eyes locked on him. He approached rapidly and you ducked into another aisle looking for something to protect yourself.
Dean called your name, he sounded closer now. “She’s busy!” The vampire laughed. Large metal shelves rowed throughout the warehouse, only acting as obstacles. You entered an open space, looking so frantically around for direction that you misplaced your footing and stumbled to the ground. Your wrist twisted again underneath you. You only gave a short grunt of recognition to the pain and tried to scramble back up. However when you got to your feet the man was stopped, several feet away. “I didn’t intend for you to be the first one to die, but damn you are a pest.”
With every few steps you took backward he took forward. Your back reached one of the tall shelves. “That makes two of us.” You snapped, latching your arm onto the shelf behind you and pulled your weight forward.The large structure creaked but tipped over slowly. You spent the seconds before it crashed down pulling them more, hoping to get them to have a more damaging fall. You worried how badly you’d get hurt, but the thought only came for a second. You werent sure how to brace yourself, but it wasnt long before the shelf hit your back and pinned you to the floor.
You couldnt see the vampire anymore, your head was disoriented from hitting the concrete. Noises echoed but you couldnt process them. Your breaths were being shortened from the pressure on your back, restricting your chest. Out of the darkness you saw Sam and Dean rushing forward. “Get him.” You called out fighting the urge to close your eyes. Sam struggled to lift the metal frame but when he did Dean rushed under and dragged you out. “Did you get him?” You asked again. Neither responded but Dean carried you in his arms, wincing at the cry of pain you let out when he moved you too roughly. “She definitely broke bones.” Sam said leading out of the warehouse.
When the cold air outside whipped on your skin you closed your eyes. “No stay awake Sweetheart.” Dean urged nudging you in his arms. Sam opened the backdoor of the Impala and Dean laid you down on the seat. “You’re going to be okay.” Dean said kissing your forehead.
You breathed out holding eye contact. “Did you get him?”
“Yes Sweetheart we did. Thanks to you.”
“Just a typical Tuesday.” You joked in a breathy laugh.
Dean shot Sam an alarmed look over his shoulder. “It’s Thursday.”
You tried to refocus on Deans face but the colors you saw started to blur together. Shaking your head you fought to keep your eyes open. You felt your muscles lax and your eyes closed once again.
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