Summary: Dean has to make a heartbreaking decision that effects both of you.
WC: 1.6k+
Warnings: Angst, Character Death
Pairing: Dean x Reader
It’s late when Sam gets back to the bunker. There’s a huge thunderstorm outside that has most of the roads flooded and blocked off. He’s barely made it back with the take out he’d gone to get for he and his older brother, but the question of whether or not Dean will actually eat it is another matter.
Sam’s starting to become extremely worried about his older sibling. Dean’s always been a strong lover of food, the greasier the better. But Sam has noticed the drop in his brother’s appetite, as well as the newly made hole in his belt now that his jeans are becoming too loose around his waist.
As he walks into the kitchen, he sees Dean sat at the kitchen table, nursing a beer that has probably long since become warm. But Sam doesn’t miss the other five empty bottles beside him, as well as an empty whiskey tumbler.
“Hey.” He greets, dropping the plastic bag of food in front of him. “Got you a double bacon cheeseburger with extra onions and a side of fries.” Sam smiles in encouragement as he piles Dean’s favorites onto the table. “And...” Sam pulls out the last treat with a grin. “...cherry pie. Best around for miles apparently.” Sam’s smile wilts when Dean doesn’t even show he’s heard him. He merely continues rolling the beer bottle back and forth between his hands. “Where’s y/n?” The younger Winchester asks, glancing around the kitchen.
“In our room.” Dean states gruffly.
Sam knows at this point he needs to tread very carefully. One wrong word and Dean could snap again like he did the other night. It had taken Sam hours to put the library back to rights after his brother had torn through it like a hurricane during a drunken rage.
“Dean.” He sighs softly. “Don’t you think it’s time now? You can’t keep doing this to yourself.”
Dean drops the bottle down with a clunk, raising himself to his feet and marching towards the door. “I’m going to bed.” He states, not even glancing at his brother as he leaves the kitchen.
Sam throws the takeout box onto the table in defeat. He’d tried. But he knows he can do no more than what he’s already doing. The next step has to be entirely up to Dean.
****
Dean stumbles into your shared bedroom, shutting the door with a little more force than was probably necessary and groaning at the headache that was forming behind his eyes. “Hey, baby.” He grins at the sight of you perched on the edge of the bed, a small smile on your face as watch him.
“Hey.” You greet him back, brow quirking as he makes his way over to you with a sway in his step. “How much have you had to drink?”
“Not enough.” He groans, towing off his boots and throwing himself face first on to the bed, eyes drooping closed almost immediately.
You sigh sadly at his pain. Dean’s never been good at dealing with his emotions, choosing to bottle everything up until it all reaches a boiling point. The other night was proof of that. You’d heard his drunken yelling as things smashed against the walls, as well as Sam’s voice, pleading for his brother to calm down.
“Dean.” You call softly, leaning over his body, lips almost brushing his ear. “Dean, we need to talk.”
“Later.” He grumbles. “Need some sleep.”
Your heart breaks even more. Unlike Dean, you don’t have the option of bottling everything inside. The both of you need to talk desperately. Because you can’t continue the way you’re going. It’s not fair to him and it’s not fair to you.
“Dean. This has to stop.” Your voice cracks at the end. This is going to be the hardest thing either of you has had to do. But it’s time. “You need to let me go.”
His eyes snap open and his body jerks off the bed to sit himself up right, and he looks at you with an expression that can only be compared to terror. “No!” He roars. “How can you say that?! Ask me anything, baby. I’ll do anything you want. Just don’t ask me to do that. Please.” Tears brim in the corners of his eyes and you hear the quiver in his voice. Your heart shatters in your chest as you keep your eyes on his.
“You have to.” You press. “This isn’t healthy, baby. You need to let me go. I don’t belong here anymore. We both know that.” A tear trickles down your cheek. “It’s not your fault what happened. You can’t keep punishing yourself over it.” You smile.
He sniffs, wiping roughly under his eyes to rid his cheeks of the tears. “Why’d ya do it? Shoulda been me.” He bares his teeth in anger.
It was supposed to be a simple hunt. A werewolf been terrorizing a small town and when the three of you had tried to take it down, things had gone horribly wrong. The werewolf it turned out, had a partner, and after it tried to strike Dean from behind, you’d jumped in between the two of them to save the man you loved. The next time you left the barn, Dean was carrying your cold and bloodied body in his arms. That was three months ago, and here you are still. Trapped in the veil, unable to move on due to Dean’s grief and guilt. The brothers had burned your bones on a hunters pyre, and despite not tying yourself to anything on earth, your spirit still lingered. Dean’s soul had latched tightly on to yours, desperate to keep you with him and unable to let go.
“I jumped between you and that werewolf, because you’re the only man I’ve ever been in love with. Only one for me. I could have the chance to do that day a hundred times over. And I’d still jump in front of you.” You sigh sadly. If only you’d known about the second wolf. Maybe you’d still be there with him. Able to hold his hand and kiss him awake every morning. Feel his warm skin on yours as he made love to you under the stars in the back of the impala. Maybe you’d have grown old together, had a couple of kids and gotten married. But that was never going to happen now. His heart was still beating. And your’s had stopped.
“How do I do this with you?” He whispers, eyes red as fresh tears fall. “I don’t know how to...”
You raise your hand, brushing it along his cheek, desperately wishing you could feel the heat of it against your palm. He leans into you, feeling nothing but cold air instead of warm flesh. “You’ve got Sammy.” You soothe. “He needs you too. More than I do. And you did just fine before you met me.”
“But I need you.” He whispers. “I love you, sweetheart.”
“I love you too. So much. And I’ll be waiting for you. But you need to move on from me, Dean.” He looks horrified at your suggestion, and you offer another smile of comfort. “You need to go on living. Find another girl, fall in love again. Have children with her. Marry her if she makes you happy. And one day, if I’m still what you want, I’ll be waiting for you on the other side.”
Dean’s head falls forward as he sobs into his hands. He tries desperately to catch his breath, feeling his heart splintering behind his ribs. If they could, tears would pour from your own eyes at the sight of him so distraught.
“I don’t want to let you go.” There’s an almost pleading tone to his voice, begging you to stay.
“We know what happens to ghosts that stay too long.” You say sadly. “Please don’t make me become like that.”
Dean runs a rough hand through his hair. It’s getting longer. Another thing he’s neglected since loosing you.
“I have to don’t I? I have to let you go.” He cries silently.
“Yeah, baby. You do.” You nod. You place your hand on his knee, and Dean stares at it wistfully. His eyes close as his mind flashes back to when you’d do the same thing from the passengers seat. Laughing over at him as he sang along to Metallica and you’d both head bang to Motörhead.
He remembers the first time he’d met you on a vamp case just outside of St. Louis. They’d needed backup and Garth had sent you their way with a quick phone call. Dean would never deny how he’d fallen head over heels the first time he’d seen you. Covered in vampire blood and swinging a machete like it was your own limb. He recalls the first time you’d said you’d loved each other. It had been in the middle of a heated argument after you’d been injured on a ghoul case. You’d walked away with a sprained wrist but Dean had acted like you’d lost your entire arm. He’d tried benching you and after you’d promptly punched him in the jaw for being such a Neanderthal, he’d blurted out that he refused to let the only woman he’d ever really loved kill her self out of stupidity. He’d made love to you for the first time that night. The best night of his life. He knows he’ll never love anyone the way he loved you, but if that’s what you want for him, he’ll do it. He’ll honor your memory and keep on living. He’ll do it for you.
Dean lets out a long sigh as he opens his eyes. He turns his head to look over at you and he feels his heart disintegrate in his chest. You’re gone...
*****
There you go guys! Another oneshot! I hope you enjoyed it and stay safe and stay tuned for more. More updates this week. Xx
A/N: I was so overwhelmed with the love I received from my first oneshot, that I decided to post the prologue of my new Dean x Reader series ahead of schedule. Hope you enjoy 🖤
Prologue
Fic warnings: Smut, voyeurism, threesomes (kinda), orgies, character death, language, mentions of abuse, trauma.
(If any of these are triggers, please do not read)
Chapter warnings: Innuendo from Sam but that’s pretty much it.
WC: 500+
Loud rock music blares throughout the garage as Dean hums along to the old Zeppelin tune.
He’s been working on Baby for the last few hours and despite there not being anything wrong with his car, it was his Heaven and he could do as he pleased. No more monster hunting. No more death. Just him and his family, living out the lives they all should have had in the first place.
He looks up as Sam marches in from the hallway that connected the garage to the house, clutching two bottles of ice cold beer in his hands. “Hey.” He greets, turning the dial on the volume to a more suitable level for conversation.
“Hey, Sammy.” The older brother grins, wiping the oil from his hands on his already filthy jeans before taking the beer his brother offered.
“Dad’s finishing up with the barbecue and Mom said the food’ll be done in a minute. Find the problem?” He taller man asks, taking a seat on the work bench by the door.
“Nothing’s wrong.” Dean states, mimicking his brother’s position and sitting on the battered toolbox by the hood.
Sam laughs teasingly. “Anything to get under her hood, huh?”
“Was that a sex joke? From you? Man, Sammy. Heaven’s changed you for the better.” Dean grins at his little brother, taking as swig and sighing as the cool liquid slides down his throat. “Can you believe it, man? We’re retired. Officially. Retired.” Dean smiles in contentment, casting a glance around his garage.
Sam gives a sigh of his own, almost in disbelief at the fact. “Who’d of thought, right? But we’re also dead.” He laughs as his brother rolls his eyes.
“Semantics, Sammy. No more digging up graves, no more cheap and moldy motel rooms. And especially, no more monsters.”
Almost immediately after Dean finishes speaking, the lights flicker in the garage, plunging the room in and out of darkness.
“Dean...” Sam murmurs uneasily, and out of instinct, his hand reaches for the gun he always had strapped to his belt, growling in frustration when he realized it was no longer there. He’d stopped wearing it when he’d got there. Heaven didn’t require bullets.
Dean yanks open the bottom drawer of his toolbox, taking out two small hand guns and tossing one to his younger brother.
“Sam? Dean?” A voice calls. Both brothers turn to see Mary and John sprinting towards them down the now dark hallway of the house. Their parents barely make it to the open door before it’s suddenly slammed closed by an unseen force, a small click as the lock turns.
The bulb above them flickers back to life, before it glows so violently they’re forced to clamp their eyes closed against the aggressive brightness. There’s a loud POP as the bulb gives out and they’re once again plunged into darkness. They can hear Mary and John pounding on the door, still trying to reach their sons.
“Hello, boys.” A voice purrs. They both spin around to see a woman leaning against the back panel of the Impala with her arms folded. They can barely make her out in the poor lighting, but they can see she’s dressed head to toe in tight black clothing, and she’s regarding them with nothing short of amusement. “What was that you were saying, Dean? About no more monsters?” She grins, her eyes flashing a glowing yellow in the dark...
ARRRGGGHH!!! I did it! Prologue is posted!!
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Title: In The Dark
Summary: They’ve had nothing but peace since their souls rose to heaven. But when a new and unknown creature appears from another world in search of the brothers, Sam and Dean realize their mortal lives are far from over...
Pairings: Dean x Reader, Sam x Eileen, John x Mary
Warnings: Smut, death, voyeurism, threesomes (kinda), orgies, character death, language, mentions of abuse, trauma, rape.
(If any of these are triggers, please do not read)
My very first oneshot and also a submission to the incredible@negans-lucille-tblr 7k challenge. Takes place during S14E10
Closing Time
Summary: You and Dean are closing up for the night, but Dean has an important question to ask you.
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word Count: 3k+
Warnings: Smut, breeding kink, daddy kink, dirty talk, Dean being Dean (that’s a warning all on its own), Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, guys!)
“Hey, baby?” Dean calls over his shoulder, towel in his hand as he wipes down the bar top. You step out from the store room with a smile, a crate of beer in you hands as you round the bar.
“Already got the refill.” You tease as you begin loading the cans into the fridge. You’re the only two in the bar. It had been another quiet night and it was almost closing time. Soon you’d both be back upstairs in the little two bedroom apartment you shared with his brother Sam when he wasn’t out hunting.
“You’re awesome.” He grins as he tosses the towel down and leans back against the counter, folding his arms across his chest.
You shrug with a small laugh. “It’s why you married me. You heard from Sammy yet?”
Dean gives a shrug of his own. “Still working that ghoul thing in Wichita with Cas. He should be back tonight.”
“Hope he’s ok.” You frown. “Roads don’t look too good with that storm out there.”
“He’ll be fine. Besides. One more night with him gone is another night we get to ourselves.” He winks at you, reaching out to pull your body against his, hands falling around your waist. You smile and lean into him as he presses a kiss to your temple. Sometimes he wonders how he got so lucky. Hunters weren’t made for this. They didn’t get the whole Happily Ever After or wholesome Apple Pie life, but yet here he was. Living his dream of owning his very own bar, with you by his side.
He still remembers the day he met you. He and Sam had been following up on a suspected Vamp case in Seattle, and you’d just so happened to be behind the bar when he’d walked in. In typical Dean fashion he’d gone over, flirted, and ended up spending the night and most of the morning in your bed. Of course the Vamp had gone after you once he’d realized the Winchesters were onto him, and like a white knight in scuffed boots and plaid, Dean had gone in swinging and saved you. As well as the other two girls the vampire was using as his own personal vending machine. Now here you both were years later, married and still fucking like teenagers.
“Are you ever not horny?” You laugh as he begins placing soft kisses kisses along your jaw and down your neck. Your laugh turns to a moan as his stubble scrapes along your skin and burns in the most delicious way.
“For you, baby, always. Never gonna get enough of you, or this pussy.” He teases in your ear as his hand cups between your thighs, moaning at the heat of your cunt on his skin.
“Dean.” You protest weakly. “Someone might come in and see.”
He pulls you tighter against his firm body, lips trailing across your collar bone with teasing nips and licks. “It’s almost closing and there’s a storm outside. No one’s coming in, sweetheart.”
You mewl as a hand reaches up to palm your breast and Dean wastes no time in cupping the back of your head, smashing his mouth to yours.
You moan instantly at the warm taste of whiskey, the spearmint gum he’d been chewing earlier and the taste that’s just pure Dean. He’s every woman’s dream, yours included and you’d fallen right down the rabbit hole as soon as you’d caught those emerald eyes grinning at you over the bar. He’d taken you back to your apartment where he’d eaten you out on the floor in the hallway, fucked you like an animal in bed, and pounded you until you were sore in the shower the next morning.
Fast forward a few years and you were now Mrs Winchester, with Mary Winchester’s ring on your finger.
You whimper as Dean’s tongue shoves past your lips, reaching down to palm at your ass.
“Ya know, pretty sure this bar top is the only place in here I haven’t fucked you yet.” You can practically hear the grin in his voice, and you yelp as you suddenly find yourself placed on top of the counter, Dean inserting his body between your thighs. You shiver as you feel the hard outline of his cock press between your thighs through the denim.
“Well, then I think we should fix that immediately.” You toss your head back, moaning as he nips along your chest, leaving little red marks in his wake.
His hand teases the button on your jeans, the other sliding under your shirt to palm at your breasts and you lean back on your hands to give him easier access.
“I’ve been thinkin’.” He says.
“Uh-oh.” You tease as his head comes up, a small grin on his face. “That’s dangerous.”
“Shuddup.” He mutters against your throat. “I was thinking that things have been so good lately. Maybe you and I are ready-“ Dean’s cut of as the door bangs open, a chilly air blowing into the bar as the smartly dressed woman saunters in, a briefcase shielding her head from the downpour.
“Mr Winchester!” The woman smiles falsely in greeting, ignoring you completely. You hop down from the counter, blushing bright red as you straighten your rumpled clothes and you don’t miss the way Dean adjusts himself in his jeans.
“Coming down pretty hard out there, huh?” He asks. You frown in disapproval. You were curious to what he’d wanted to ask, plus you recognized the woman. She’d been coming by and hounding the two of you for the past month about the both of you selling. What would it take for her to get it. The answer was still no! It would always be no.
“You have no idea.” She smiles again before placing her briefcase onto the bar top with a clunk. “I brought you those papers I mentioned. I know you said that you weren’t interested, but, just a few signatures and you could-“
“Can I get you a drink?” Dean cuts her off and you smirk.
“I’m in a bit of a rush.” She replies.
“Well sorry that you wasted your trip out here but Rocky’s still isn’t for sale.” You snap with a hiss.
The woman pauses for a moment, a stiff look on her face as she regards you with nothing but disdain. “Well Rocky’s, looks pretty dead, and it’s a very generous offer.” There’s an almost mocking tone to her voice as she casts a glance around the dim bar. She tries to hand the papers to your husband once again.
“Well, all the same. But this bar, I’ve never had anything this nice.” Dean wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you into his side. “So that sale that you want so bad, it’s just not gonna happen. As my wife said. We’re not interested.”
You flash her a smug smirk as she smiles tensely, before snapping her case closed and marching back out the door without another word.
“Need to borrow an umbrella?” You call to her. She ignores you, slamming the door closed behind her.
“Stuck up bitch.” You scoff. You turn your body so that you’re pressed against Dean’s front and wrap both arms around his hips, your hand dipping into his back pocket to grab onto his ass. “Now, what were you saying, baby?”
The terse expression that was on his face immediately vanished as he looked down at you with an almost boyish grin. God he was gorgeous. Those forest green eyes that you loved so much, lips women would kill for and that sharp jaw covered in five o’clock shadow that could cut glass.
“As I was saying.” He began, placing his hand once again to cup the back of your head. “Things are going good. We’re in a good place, we’re happy-“ He suddenly stopped before regarding you with an almost unsure expression. “You are aren’t you?” He asked. “Happy? With me, I mean.” He sounded almost nervous.
You smile as you cup the side of his face, thumb stroking over his bottom lip. “I’m so much more than happy. I think I fell in love with you the second you walked into the bar, Dean. And if I make you a fraction as happy as you make me, then I’m doing ok as your wife.” You lean up to place a small peck on his lips.
He smiles down at you and your heart literally skips a beat as you stare into his eyes.
“I love you, Mrs Winchester.” He whispers.
“Love you more.” You reply. “Now what were you going to say?”
The grin spreads across his face once again. “I was thinking, maybe it’s time we take the next step as husband and wife.” A hand slides down to rub gently back and forth across your stomach. Your heart goes from skipping beats to hammering so hard it feels like it may burst through your chest.
“You-you want...?” You stammer, suddenly unable to form complete sentences.
“Yeah.” He confirms. “You, me, baby makes three and all that. Whatd’ya say?”
The only way you can think to respond is by launching yourself at him, smashing your mouth to his. He moans against your lips, gripping the backs of your thighs to lift you back into the bar top once again.
“Gonna fuck you so good, sweetheart. Fill up that tight pussy.” His voice seemed somehow impossibly deeper as he ripped open the button on your jeans and tugged them down your legs, yanking your boots off to rid you completely of the denim fabric.
“Dean.” You whine as he begins nibbling down your neck, suck a deep bruise against your throat. “Please. Please fuck me.” You whimpered.
He growls, gripping onto the hem of your tank top, practically tearing it over your head. You show the same enthusiasm, shoving his plaid shirt over his shoulders and yanking his T-shirt over his head. He’s not as lean or defined as Sammy. Living with both the boys meant you’d seen his brother walking around without a shirt on more than one occasion. But Dean’s perfect. He’s covered in firm muscle that hunting his given him, and his arms are thick and powerful enough to throw you around the bedroom like a rag doll.
Using as much strength as you can muster, you give a harsh shove and push him against the opposite counter, trying desperately to undo the button on his own jeans.
“Gotta taste you first.” You moan against his mouth. “Need you in my mouth.”
The noise he makes sounds more animal than man as you pull his jeans and boxers down his thighs in one motion, his rock solid cock bouncing between his legs, nestled in a patch of dark hair. The sight never fails to make your mouth water. Dean’s not just large in stature, he’s got a dick that would make any man jealous.
You drop to your knees, fisting his cock in your hand and he shudders as you begin sliding your hand up and down. He’s nine inches of steel and velvet and he’s all yours.
You waste no more time as you swallow him down, moaning at the salty taste of him on your tongue. He lets out a strangled moan, fisting your hair in both hand as his hips jerk back and forth, thrusting into your mouth. Your eyes water slightly as he hits the back of your throat, but you don’t care. He loves when you’re a mess, with mascara streaked cheeks and swollen lips. He loves it almost as much as the sight of your naked body.
“Fuuuuuck, sweetheart. So good... Perfect fucking mouth and all mine....taking my cock so good, baby...” He hisses through his teeth. You moan again. He’s not even touching you and you’re already on edge. You love when he’s like this. Needy and desperate for you. The sight of his eyes screwed shut and mouth hanging open in ecstasy is something that never fails to make your pussy clench and panties grow damp. Dean’s a beautiful man, but never more so than when he’s like this.
He yelps as your hand reaches up to cup his balls, rolling them in the palm of your hand and you smile inwardly. He’s especially sensitive around here, and if you ever want to get him off quickly, it’s a sure thing when your play with his balls.
He suddenly pulls away and yanks you up to your feet. His mouth attacks yours and you find yourself back on the bar top as Dean practically rips your panties down you legs and yanks them apart.
“Was so good, baby.” He pants. “But tonight I’m not coming in your mouth. I’m gonna come in this tasty pussy.” It’s all the warning you get before Dean ducks down and begins feasting on your cunt like a starved man, and you let out a loud cry as he immediately attacks your clit.
Your arm swings beside you, desperate to cling onto something and you hear a smash as Dean’s beer bottle from earlier hits the floor but neither of you care. You settle for fisting the soft hair on the top of his head and he groans as you pull tight, the vibrations making your pussy clench as you let out another load moan. You’re so close to cumming, your moans and whimpers growing louder as your husband inserts a finger into you, rubbing back and forth along your G-spot before adding another.
“D-Dean...M’gonna cum...” You whine. He immediately stops, pulling away from your drenched cunt with a slurp and you whimper at the sight of his glistening chin and shining lips.
“You taste so good, baby girl. Best pussy I ever had. But you’re cumming on my cock tonight.” He stares at you with lust blown eyes, the forest green almost completely swallowed by the black of his pupils and you whine with arousal. He looks like he could eat you alive and you’d let him do it. You’d let him do anything he wanted to you as long as he kept looking at you like that.
“W-want you...” You stammer.
He grins. “Want me to fuck you, sweetheart? Want me to fill you up in that tight little cunt?”
“Y-yes.” You plead, planting with flushed skin.
“What else, darlin’? Tell me what you want.”
You try and catch your breath to speak clearly. “Want you t-to c-cum...inside...fill me up...”
“Is that all?” He leers.
You whine as the last of your self control snaps. You need him to fuck you. “Fuck me, Dean! Fuck a baby in me!”
It’s all it takes as he lunges at you with a snarl, fisting his cock at your entrance and with one hard thrust he’s buried to the hilt, hips flushed with yours and your eyes roll back into your head at the delicious stretch.
“FUUUUCK!” Dean roars. “Never gonna get enough of this. Never gonna get enough of you.” He groans, dropping his head into the crook of your neck.
Your legs wrap around his waist, somehow pulling him impossibly deeper and he lets out a strangled sound at the sensation.
“Need you to move, baby. Please. Wanna feel you stretch me open...”
Dean whines. Everyone who looked at Dean would assume he was all Alpha male in and out of the bedroom. He most certainly is out, and sure he has his moments where he likes to be the boss, but when you’re the one telling him what to do and giving direction, he’s putty in your hands. Dean’s a born and raised soldier, and he loves being given orders.
He pulls back and thrusts forward, immediately starting up a brutal pace that has your eyes clenching shut and mouth to full open in a loud moan. You hear him grunting in your ear as the storm rages on outside. The door was still unlocked and anyone could walk in but you were too far gone to be concerned. Hell, they could pull up a barstool and watch for all you cared.
“Love you, baby. Love you so much.” Your husband pants against your throat and you feel tears brim at the corner of your eyes. He’s the most incredible man in the world. And he’s all yours.
“Love you too, D.” You respond, cupping his face to press a kiss to his mouth, you moan at the tangy taste of your arousal as your tongue tongue dives into his mouth.
“So warm...” He mumbles. “So tight around my cock. Shit, baby, you’re like hot velvet! Only pussy I ever want. Gonna fill you up good....”
“Yeah?” You grin. “Gonna fill up my hot little cunt? Gonna make me a Mommy, baby? Make you a Daddy?”
He whines against your lips and you grin evilly. Like you said, Dean likes being told what to do, but he does have his moments.
“Like that do you, baby? Like me calling you ‘Daddy’? Gonna fuck me full, Daddy? Breed me good?”
Dean lets out a loud snarl, pulling out of you and making you whimper at the sudden empty feeling. He flips you onto your front, thrusting back inside of you and setting up another brutal pace, belt buckle clinking with every thrust. He’s impossibly deeper from behind, hitting all the right places that reduce your body to a quivering mess.
His hand fists the hair at the nape of your neck, pulling your head back as he pounds away.
“Fuck yeah, sweetheart. Gonna fill up that tight little cunt. Make you all round and full. Gonna put my baby in here. Deep in my wife. You’re mine. Mine.”
You feel your orgasm brewing, and you whine pathetically as the pressure builds up again in your stomach.
“Feel you clenching, baby girl. You close?” He grunts in your ear.
You’re unable to do anything but nod your head in response as his hand reaches between your legs, pressing down on your clit and your cunt spasms.
“F-fuck! Gonna make me cum, baby.” He groans. “Cum with me.” His fingers rub faster and you let out a loud scream as your pussy clamps down on his cock in a vice like grip, your orgasm ripping throughout your body.
“FUUUUUCK!” Dean roars as you feel his hot cum flood your channel, his hips flush against yours as he stills inside you.
“Dean.” You moan as you feel his cum dribble out of your pussy and down the inside of your thighs.
Your husband pants against the back of your neck, hand wrapping around your waist and pulling your body down from the bar to lean against to his.
“I love you, sweetheart. Gonna tell you everyday.” His hand rubs along your stomach and you place your own on top of his. “Think we did it? Made a baby?”
You grin. “I think we should have sex again just to be sure.” You tease.
He growls playfully in your ear and you squeal as he pulls you away and towards the stairs by the jukebox.
“We haven’t finished closing up!” You giggle, barely attempting to escape his grasp.
“Later.” He huffs. “Wanna fuck you again.”
You moan as he sucks a mark behind your ear and you give up fighting....
*****
Hours later you’re both lying in bed, fully sated and fast asleep. Dean’s arm is thrown across your waist, your head laying on the other as even in his sleep he’s pulling you close, keeping you safe with his chest flush against your back.
You’re both so deep in dreamland that neither of you notice the figure watching from the end of the bed. Dean’s mirror image smirks darkly as Michael’s eyes glow bright in the dim light. He’s created the perfect life for Dean right inside his very own mind. The dream of owning his own bar, his own home, right down to you being Dean’s wife. The Archangel can see into the most secretive parts of his vessel’s mind. He knows all too well how in love with you Dean is. But the reality is he’ll never act on it. He’s far too fearful of causing you the certain harm and potential death being with him will bring. A relationship with the older Winchester is an immediate target on your back, so he keeps away. But Michael knows that as long as Dean is happy here in his head with you, he won’t fight back against the Archangel’s hold. Tomorrow the day would reset once again, and he would continue to use Dean’s vessel out in the real world....
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Hey, baby?” Dean calls over his shoulder, towel in his hand as he wipes down the bar top. You step out from the store room with a smile, a crate of beer in you hands as you round the bar.
“Already got the refill.” You tease.
“You’re awesome.” He grins as he tosses the towel down and leans back against the counter, folding his arms across his chest.....
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