okay so hi i just wanna put this out here. i joined the fandom mid 2022 and fell in love with dean. i dont really ship him w anyone in canon but i do love some destiel fanfics, i read a lot of em. tho i read dean x reader fics more. i dunno why i wrote this anyway but uhh well i need some help. i actually kinda prefer dean topping when im reading destiel fics or a dean x omc fics because i personally think that him bottoming is a little out of character, which is fine if u disagree ig its just me i dunno. well idk but i think ive ran out of bottom!cas x top!dean fics to read on ao3 so im asking for help. i already got a lot of hate from twitter because of this preference but umm well be kind pls im so bad at this😭
welcome to the series masterlist for my rafe cameron x reader series new light!
summary: you come home from college to spend your last summer before senior year in your hometown of the outer banks. an old friend hits you up wanting something more, and you begin to see what’s really been there all along.
warnings: drinking (+ underage), drugs (weed), swearing, mentions of sex/suggestive content (minors dni!), false positive pregnancy. more detailed warnings on every part.
word count: ~85k
new light
part 2: take two
part 3: break through
part 4: underneath the moonlight
part 5: real thing
part 6: far from here
part 7: take a ride
part 8: walk away
part 9: think twice
part 10: look at you
part 11: just one night
part 12: through my veins
epilogue: new world
blurbs: soft spot, sleepyhead, heat above, the wonder of you, before we knew, all i want, just for me, flume, when i’m gone, stargazing, fine line, tongue tied, wake me, better man, blue christmas, new year’s day, next to you, never really mine, this love, hesitate, don’t worry baby, keep driving, stuck in your throat, sweet nothing, fade into you, head over heels, girl at home, smaller acts
prompt celly: give up, look at us now, baby blue, last kiss, no surprises, space and time
outtakes: afterglow, motorcycle accident, rafe and dylan, all i want p2, where the f is kelce, the truck hop, coming home
misc: headcanons tag, instagram tag, tik tok camera roll edit
*the character of rafe cameron in this series does not reflect every aspect of the canon character or any of his more condemnable actions in the show outer banks. this is fanfiction!
Summary: Your life made sense before Alec slipped his way in. He unravels your threads without even trying. He frustrates you as easily as he weasels back into your good graces. But you soon realize that this man is worth the challenge.
AN: This is technically my first Dark Angel story, since I wrote Part 1 of this before "Bullseye." It will be four parts. I hope you enjoy!
Chapter Summary: You’ve managed to keep things playful and friendly with Alec so far, despite his flirtatious nature. But when he asks you for a favor that goes painfully awry, the transgenic has to figure out something that wasn’t in his training: how to apologize. [Set during 2.06]
As sad as it is, this is probably your favorite place in the world.
Crash is as divey as a dive bar can get. And yet, it still boasts the strongest, cheapest drinks in Seattle. The music is decent, and the company is good. At least tonight it is, because you’ve met up with Max, Original Cindy, and Sketchy after a long day of slinging packages.
The only problem?
The newest member of Jam Pony, slinking up from the corner of your eye and easing into the seat next to you at the bar.
You turn an expectant gaze to Alec McDowell and his flirtatious green eyes. They take in your jeans and halter top with an obvious perusal.
“Can I help you?” you ask dryly.
“No, no. It’s what I can do for you,” he replies. You’re about to roll your eyes when he adds, “Let me buy you a beer. Or whatever you’re drinking.”
Just then, the bartender slides you the beer you’ve already ordered. You thank him and give Alec a smile.
“Got it covered, thanks,” you reply, sipping the froth off your drink.
Alec sighs and crosses his arms. “When are you gonna stop putting the freeze on me?”
“When I’m not part of your internal checklist of Breasts on Legs,” you retort. Glancing around the bar, you note three other girls you’ve already seen him shoot his shot with tonight.
Alec scoffs and holds his chest.
“That’s hurtful,” he claims. “It really is.”
But he shifts toward you in his seat, cutting off your smile. Your face warms at his proximity.
Damn, he smells good, you think.
“Besides,” he says, “I always save the best for last.”
His smile makes your heart beat faster, though you eye him wryly. He opens his smartass mouth to say something else, but you get a reprieve when Original Cindy slides into the seat on your other side. She tosses you a wink.
It gives you just enough confidence to smirk in Alec’s face.
“Keep trying. Maybe someday I’ll lose my mind,” you say, with a teasing raise of brows.
Alec is still amused as he shakes his head. “You’re unbelievable. Insulting, yet, still somehow endearing.”
“Don’t wanna get clowned, don’t act like a clown,” you tell him sweetly.
“I know that’s right,” Cindy quips. She orders a Cosmo to upgrade her beer. She must’ve won a bet tonight, if she was able to score enough cash for liquor.
“Hilarious,” Alec says. He pouts a little. “Hey, I’m not some mongrel on the loose. I’m just looking for some honest companionship.”
“Honest?” you laugh. “Now that’s hilarious.”
He gives you a fake laugh, but he watches you go when you slip away from him to join Max and Sketchy in the back room by the pool table. Alec’s smile fades a little.
Cindy raises a brow at him, along with a tan finger.
“No,” she says. “You actually crushin’ on homegirl? For real?”
Alec glances at her. “Where’d you get that idea?”
She gives him a flat look.
“Should I burn some sage?” she asks.
Alec shakes his head and rolls his eyes.
“Come on. I think Max is calling us over.”
When the two of them venture over to where you and Max are playing a game of pool, Alec’s cocky smile is back. His eyes catch yours when he sits down at a nearby table. Your lips curve while you lean on your pool cue.
For the past few weeks, this is how it’s always been with you and Alec. Push and pull. A sort of caustic flirtation that you can’t in good conscience take seriously. But to his credit, he always tries.
And he seems to always mean it.
You’ll never admit it, but it’s getting harder and harder for you to resist the pull of him. He’s clearly a guy who doesn’t do attachments, and you have a bad habit of getting attached. Your life is hard enough without adding a dash of heartbreak into the mix.
So Max helps you sharpen your skills at this game while you finish your beer. And…maybe you “unintentionally” tease Alec a little with the curve of your ass when you’re bent over the table, lining up a shot.
In fairness, you’re a bit tipsy.
You spend the rest of the night drinking two more beers and laughing and losing the game—first to Max, then to Alec, and finally to Sketchy. By then, you know it’s time to cut your losses.
You haul your backpack onto your shoulder and start to head out of the bar. But who should slip into your way than Alec freakin’ McDowell?
“Hey, I’ve got a quick question for you,” he says.
You sigh. “Alec, the usual sniping was fun, but I’m tired and I want to go home.”
He stops you with a touch on your arm. He seems slightly more serious.
“It’s a favor,” he says, pulling out a small rectangular package wrapped in plain brown paper. You look down at it in confusion.
“I saw on the work chart that you’re scheduled to go over to Sector 4 tomorrow,” he says. “Would you mind delivering this for me?”
Your brows raise at him. He raises $20 in front of your face.
“I’ll make it worth your while,” he smiles.
You take the $20 and the package, though you’re still a little uncertain.
“What’s in it?”
Alec leans in close to your ear. “I’ll give you an extra $10 if you don’t ask.”
His voice washes over you and makes your skin prickle. You’re blushing, but your eyes narrow at him further.
“Make it $20,” you counter.
He scoffs. Though after a moment…he coughs up the extra cash.
“The most expensive damn delivery I’ve never made,” he mutters.
You have to crane your neck a bit, as he stands over a head taller than you, but you smile up at him brightly.
“Pleasure doing business with you,” you say.
For him, maybe the expense was worth it to get that smile.
You pull up on your bike to what you think is the right address. You don’t usually come to this side of town, even in Sector 4.
It feels a bit like a shanty town and a meat packing district all at once—complete with dodgy-looking street vendors and unmarked vans loading and unloading cargo behind them.
“Can I help you, little girl?”
You stifle a gasp as your path is suddenly obstructed. A black man and his two white friends have crowded around your bike, but they don’t look normal. Various metal spikes and prods protrude from their faces, neck, and body, but they’re not your typical piercings. The metal is fused into their skin.
Oh shit, you think, as your heartrate picks up. Steelheads.
“I’m just making a delivery,” you tell them. Your eyes dart to your surroundings, trying to catch anyone’s gaze for a little help.
But in big cities like this, everyone knows to keep their eyes down.
Don’t look, don’t tell. Don’t get any trouble.
“I think you might be lost, love,” says one of the other men. He’s British, by the sound of his accent, and is the taller of the two. His skin is pale, though there’s a red ring under his eyes that suggests drugs, or whatever else these three are injecting into themselves.
“Uhh, yeah. I must be. I’ll just go,” you nod, and you start to back up. The ringleader Brit clamps a bony hand on your bike to stop you. He grabs the scrap of paper Alec gave you, which holds the address for your intended delivery.
The Steelhead examines it lazily, before his gaze flicks back up to yours.
“Well, well. I stand corrected,” he says. He gestures to the small package in your hands. “What’s in it?”
You shrug and try to play off your ignorance. Because the truth is, you have no idea.
“It’s not my job to know,” you reply.
“Ah, but you see, it’s our business to know,” the Brit says, leaning in towards you. You lean back with pursed lips.
“This is our little piece of paradise,” says the shortest one. His lips are damn near purple.
“We’re what you call…territorial,” says the leader. He grabs you off your bike while the first man takes the package from you.
“Hey, I don’t want any trouble,” you say, though you hate the way your voice shakes. “I can just go—”
“Oh, we’ll let you go, little mouse. You’re gonna give a message back to sender,” the Brit says. “But first, a reminder.”
He shoves you back into the nearest wall. It’s solid brick that stuns a gasp out of you. He presses in on you, grabbing your face and dragging a sharp, unnaturally long nail against your cheek, biting into the skin.
It’s painful enough to make you whimper as you feel wetness drip down to your neck. His friends laugh at your discomfort, at your fear. You’re too frozen to reach for the pepper spray in your pocket…
“What’s going on here?” another man asks. Out of the corner of your eye you spot a black uniform. For the first time in your life, you’re grateful to see a cop.
The Steelhead releases you, and the three of them are subtle in the way they back off from you.
“Nothing here, officer,” the leader says. Though he gives you a smirk. “Just accepting a delivery.”
You let them keep the package and pretend that a signature has made it onto your clipboard. You climb back onto your bike and you leave Sector 4 without looking back. All the while, your arms shake and you wipe at the blur of tears in your eyes.
When you get back to the Jam Pony base of operations (a warehouse that feels like a basement), you park your bike out front and head inside.
Your legs still feel precarious. And even though the blood is dry against the cut on your cheek, you know you need to clean and disinfect it at some point.
Of course, you have to run into Alec and Sketchy, who are palling around without a care in the world.
That all stops when they turn to look at you. Their mirth dies on their faces. Alec’s gaze runs over you and stops at your cheek. You dab at your face, tentative and self-conscious. You know you must look like hell. Of course, they can’t let you just go to your locker in peace.
“Jeez, what the hell happened to you?” Sketchy asks.
You shake your head. “Fell into a bush.”
You drag Alec aside by his arm, giving him a warning look that further lets him know you’re lying. He follows you without complaint over to the lockers, where you two have the semblance of privacy. Before he can ask you what really happened, you snap at him.
“What the hell was in that package?” you ask. “Drugs? A weapon? Some other contraband? Do you know what could’ve happened to me if I’d gotten caught with that shit? Do you know what almost…”
Tears burgeon in your eyes all over again, and you have to take a deep, shaky breath.
Alec’s brows furrow in what might actually be concern. He grasps your arm, gentle but firm.
“Hey, tell me what happened,” he says.
Unconsciously, his grip on your arm makes the memory flash in your mind: of that pale, greasy man grabbing you and pinning you against the wall.
You shrug out of Alec’s hold more harshly than you meant to. It makes him raise a placating hand, as his eyes widen a fraction.
“A gaggle of Steelheads,” you say. You breathe tremulously, blinking past your tears. “I was lucky…anyway. Next time you want to ask me for a favor? Don’t.”
You brush past Alec to get to your locker. There you grab the rest of your things and head out, though it’s quite a few hours before closing time. Nothing gets by Normal, who stops you at the reception desk.
“Hey, hey, Missy! Where the hell’re you going?” he asks. “Get back here. I’ve got packages that need homes.”
“I’m taking some much needed PTO,” you quip.
“You don’t have PTO. It’s not that kind of business,” Normal says.
“Then bite me,” you snap. “How’s that?”
Most of the room stills into quiet shock. You feel the weight of their gazes, your coworkers and friends, including Normal’s slackened face.
You’re normally not one to talk back. You accept your assignments without question, not wanting to cause undue trouble for yourself. Like everyone else here, you need your job, and you have nothing to fall back on.
But it’s enough, and you’re thoroughly done with today.
Your saving grace is that it’s plain to see how shaken up you are, even when you leave. Alec approaches the receptionist desk with Sketchy, drumming his hand on the counter absently.
“What the hell crawled up her keister?” Normal remarks. “She’s lucky I’m short staffed right now, or she’d be in the can.”
Despite his strong talk, he resumes collecting paperwork and organizing files to distract himself from how much you’d taken him aback.
Alec frowns.
“She uh, had to deal with some Steelheads,” he offers, and hesitates. “...What the hell’s a Steelhead?”
“Yeah, you know, they’re into implants and biotech stuff,” Sketchy explains.
“She would know better than to hang out with those low lives,” Normal interjects. “They’re amped off their gourds on hormones and who knows what else.”
Alec processes that with a deepening frown. He decides to head out onto his next “delivery.”
He makes it to Sector 4 on his bike within an hour, but he still envies Max’s motorcycle. When he racks up enough cash, he’s definitely scoring a faster ride.
For now, he pulls up near the address he sent you to earlier. He never should’ve given you his drugs to sell, especially when he clearly doesn’t know this city well enough yet.
Poor reconnaissance, Alec, he thinks. Sloppy.
Though when did he start to think of himself as Alec and not by his designation, 494?
He’s soon taken out of his musings when he sees a gaggle of three men outside a cargo van. Each of them is uglier than the last, with metal spikes, among other things sticking out from their bodies. Steelheads. They’ve got to be.
These are the guys who harassed you.
“Excuse me, gentlemen,” Alec says, climbing off his bike. The men turn to the newcomer with suspicious frowns.
“I’m looking for three fugly Steelheads that hassled a friend of mine this morning,” he says.
One is tall, pale and wiry, and he opens his arms wide. “Well, you found ‘em.”
He has a British accent. The sight of him alone grates on Alec, though all he shows is calm confidence. He teases the short one, who seems to be missing an arm. Apparently he’s “pre-op,” set to get a new cyber arm made of Japanese steel.
Fucking wackos, Alec thinks. Manticore could learn a thing or two from these guys about mutilation.
“Here’s the thing, fellas,” Alec says. “My friend was carrying a package that didn’t belong to her. It belonged to me. You guys took it, and I need to get it back.”
The first man scoffs. “There seems to be a breakdown in communication, doesn’t it?”
He approaches Alec, hands on his hips, with his two cronies behind him. Alec can already smell their stench from where he stands. He doesn’t need them to get any closer.
“Maybe your little bitch didn’t relay our message,” he says, pushing his luck.
Alec’s smile sharpens; a deadly warning in and of itself.
“Nobody around here sells Andy but us,” says another of them.
Androxtamine. Alec didn’t care to be a drug dealer. It was just a means to an end in order to pay Max back for her help a little while back. Now, his buyer is pissed that he didn’t get his damn drugs, and Alec is out $500.
He tries to explain that calmly to this group of weirdos, but the leader is just so damn cocky.
“What’s a puff like you need with $500 anyway, eh?” he asks.
Alec’s smirk deepens. He mimics the guy’s accent and replies, “Actually, I need it for a ride on your mum.”
Well, the Steelheads don’t take too kindly to that. They try their best, Alec will hand it to them. But his genetics and training make the resulting “fight” no more than child’s play. He takes his frustrations out of their asses.
He can’t help being slightly more brutal than necessary when he remembers the fear lingering behind your eyes. The bloody cut on your cheek. The way it could’ve been so much worse…
And it would’ve been your fault. Alec’s lips press into a line.
Logan Cale, Max’s rich non-boyfriend and secret “Eyes Only” vigilante, calls Alec halfway through his venting session to, surprisingly, ask for his help.
Alec agrees, because it’s mainly for Max. A creature has been killing cops in Seattle. Unfortunately, the description of a “man-dog” sounds way too much like Joshua, their fellow transgenic in hiding.
It also means Alec has to spend most of his afternoon in a musty sewer.
The job ends up being a bitch and a half, even when Max finally shows up to help out. The true culprit ends up being Joshua’s brother, Isaac, who Joshua is forced to stop before he kills any more policemen who remind him of Manticore’s abusive guards.
The gentle Joshua ends up having to take out his own brother. Something that’s both familiar, and foreign to Alec. (But he’s sure it’s not so foreign to Max.)
It’s a harrowing scene, and a touch too emotional for Alec’s comfort. He leaves Max to tend to Joshua in the aftermath and catches a ride home with Logan. Somehow though, as bone tired and grimy as he feels, Alec can’t feel right about going home just yet.
Something is niggling in the back of his mind, forcing him to hand Logan a scrap of paper that holds your address. (Alec might’ve snuck into Normal’s office before he left for the day to find out where you lived on your employee file.)
“Hey, can you stop at this address?” Alec asks.
Logan glances at the piece of paper and nods. He then looks over at Alec. They aren’t friends, but Logan is perceptive enough to know that something’s weighing on his passenger.
“Everything okay?” Logan asks.
“There’s something I have to do,” Alec supplies.
When they eventually arrive to what seems like an abandoned building, Logan looks over at Alec.
“Good luck,” he offers.
Alec nods gratefully. They aren’t friends, but he supposes Logan’s not so bad, even if he is a slave to Max’s supposed charms.
Alec gets out of the car and head inside the building. It’s old and dirty, and he really can’t believe you live like this. It lacks security and basic hygiene. If he wanted to, he could kick straight through your door with half of his strength.
Instead, he knocks.
A few moments later, he hears your feet padding cautiously to the door.
“Who is it?” you ask. Your voice is familiar and pleasant to his ears, if nervous.
“It’s me, Alec,” he replies.
It takes a second of your hesitation, but you unlock the door and open it.
He eyes your tank-top and shorts, the thin bra, your damp hair, the smell of your shampoo assaulting his heightened senses.
But the jagged red line across your cheek draws his attention, along with the confusion in your eyes, and the wooden spoon in your hand. Was that supposed to be your weapon of choice?
“What’re you doing here?” you ask. “How’d you even know where I live?”
“Ah, I told Normal I wanted to check on you. Make sure you weren’t going AWOL on the job tomorrow,” Alec says with a teasing smile.
You look a bit skeptical, but you let him in when he asks if he can. He smells whatever you’re cooking, spots the metal pot of pasta sauce simmering on the janky-looking stove, and his mouth starts to water. He’s starving, now that he thinks about it.
He then focuses on taking in the rest of the apartment…and it doesn’t take him long. This place is a shoebox.
At least it’s clean, as much as the peeling drywall can be.
“Why’re you here then?” you ask. Alec turns to see you have a hand on your hip. You’re staring at him like he’s a puzzle you’re trying to figure out.
You set down the wooden spoon on the counter and face him. Alec’s tempted to brush a stray strand of hair out of your eyes, but he keeps his arms down to his sides instead.
“About what happened today,” he says. “Those guys aren’t going to be a problem for you again.”
You tilt your head at him.
“What’d you do?” you ask with furrowed brows. “Something shy of legal?”
Alec starts to smile. “Maybe.”
You hmph in response. “Can’t say I’m surprised.”
Alec barely resists rolling his eyes, though he knows he deserves that. Once again, he takes in your apartment. It’s cozy, he supposes, if small.
“You live alone?” he asks. “No roommate? Boyfriend?”
“I don’t see how it’s any of your business,” you say dryly. “But no. To both.”
That satisfies him, and yet there’s a little churn in his gut. This place is questionable at best. Doesn’t exactly boast decent security. He’s not too worried about the Steelheads trying to find you, but after the past few months outside of Manticore, he realizes how rough it’s become for humanity after the Pulse, especially for a woman alone.
“You could use a doorman around here,” he remarks.
You scoff in amusement. “Yeah, well. It may not be the Ritz, but as long as the heater doesn’t crap out on me, it’s a decent day.”
Alec doesn’t know what the Ritz is, but it sounds nicer than this dump.
You catch the silent look of judgment on his face, making you frown and cross your arms.
“I can take care of myself just fine, okay, Dad?”
Alec frowns and gestures to your face. “Yeah. Right. You’re little miss Fight Club.”
That sparks your temper. You glare up at him with a defiant tilt to your chin.
“This,” you point to your marred cheek, “wouldn’t have happened if it weren’t for you. I’m not an idiot. I don’t put myself in stupid situations, except for that one time I ignored my better judgment to help you!”
Alec glowers back at you, but he knows he doesn’t have a good defense. You take a step into his orbit and tap a finger into his chest.
“And by the way,” you add. Your voice cracks like a whip. “Whoever taught you how to apologize did a bang up job!”
By the end of your little rant, you’re breathing deeply, and Alec is barely holding onto his own temper. What cuts through it all are the frustrated tears brimming in your eyes.
He sighs internally.
They didn’t exactly cover this in training, he thinks, but he supposes that's just…Being Human 101.
All too soon, your anger dims into defensiveness. You withdraw from him and gesture to the door.
“Now if you don’t mind, please get out of my shithole apartment so I can finish cooking in peace,” you gripe.
“Wait, wait,” Alec implores, when you try to lead him out. He lets you back him up a step or two, just to seem human, but now he digs his heels in. He looks down at you with true regret.
“I’m sorry,” he says. His hand finds your unmarred cheek, caressing softly. His thumb swipes across your skin. “I am. I shouldn't have asked you to make that delivery. I'm sorry you got hurt.”
You stare up at him, breathing labored, and making your breasts just barely brush his sternum. Your eyes search his just as much as he is yours.
He isn’t actually sure who moves first, him or you. But when his lips meet yours, it feels like electricity under his skin. It’s magnets that are meant to connect—it’s his arms wrapping around your waist like steel bands and you grabbing his face, sinking your fingers into his sandy brown hair.
It’s teeth clicking and tongues warring as he backs you up to the kitchen counter, and he hefts you up there by your hips.
You squeal in surprise, making Alec chuckle before he swallows your sounds with his mouth.
You start to push his jacket off his shoulders, and he helps you, letting the rest of it slide right off, followed by his shirt and your tank top. His hands smooth up your bare thighs and his thumbs dip in between, squeezing near the apex of your thighs and making you tremble against his chest. Warmth pools in your core even from that simple touch.
“W-Wait,” you whisper.
It makes Alec pause. His muscles tense. Has he read you wrong?
He searches your face for a sign of discomfort. If you don’t want this, it’ll be…hard, at this point (for more reasons than one). But if he has to, he’ll let you go.
He’s relieved when you only twist away for a moment to turn off the stove. You return to him with a smile as your hands come to rest on his chest. You bite your lower lip.
“Shall we continue?” he teases.
His thumb encourages you to let go of your lip. He takes your chin between his fingers and guides you back to him.
The next kiss burns with a slower passion. One that consumes you enough to hook your arms around his neck and your legs around his hips.
He grins against your lips and lifts you again, this time holding you firmly against him. You make another sound of surprise, but you don’t let that stop you from delving deeper into his kiss.
He carries you into the bedroom and slams the rickety door.
Afterwards, the two of you lay together on the wrong side of your bed.
Alec lies on his stomach and you on your back. The night had gotten such that you stopped caring which side you typically put your pillow on. Your hair is fanned out on the mattress in many tangles he took pride in creating.
A shitty show plays on your small TV, but Alec is watching with rapt attention.
He’s kind of cute about it actually, you think. Like he’s never seen a soap opera before.
“Ooh, that one’s my favorite,” you point backwards. “It’s about a sexy doctor, obviously.”
“Right, because I’m sure doctors always have this much sex with their patients,” Alec quips.
You snort and shake your head. You stare at the side of his face for a moment, rather than the TV.
The back of his hand rubs against your shoulder, earning your attention.
“What’re you thinking?” he asks. He’s still looking at the screen.
“That I’m even hungrier now, but I don’t feel like getting up,” you admit with a giggle. He laughs.
“I wouldn’t mind some chow,” he says.
You roll onto your stomach, taking some of the sheets with you when your knee slides over, resting against his naked lower back. You lean your chin on his shoulder as your hand travels across his back.
“Is that your way of inviting yourself over for dinner?” you ask.
He looks over at you then. He’s grinning, but his eyes are a touch softer, you think.
“If you don’t mind me crashing,” he says.
You shake your head and sift your fingers through his hair. Your gaze drifts down the back of his neck and catches on a strange mark. It’s a barcode, you realize, touching it lightly with two fingers.
“What’s this? A prison tat?” you tease.
He chuckles humorlessly. “Sort of.”
Your amusement fades, but your soft fingers along the back of his neck elicit a small shiver out of him. Your touch is gentle. He isn’t used to gentle, and it makes goosebumps spread across his skin. He feels your lips press a kiss to his shoulder next, and he turns his head to look at you.
Beautiful, he thinks, taking in your face again, and the hint of cleavage down the sheets covering you, hiding the familiar curves he had all too much fun exploring.
“You gonna tell me the story?” you ask. “Or save it for a rainy day?”
Alec lets out a sigh through his nose. “Let’s pencil that one under the ‘Rainy’ column.”
You nod in agreement and bite your lip. These days, everyone has a story they’re not proud of. Even something that keeps them up at night. You don’t press Alec for his.
He’s grateful for that. He leans in and kisses you, nice and slow.
From the beginning, he noticed you. Your tenacity. Your quiet confidence. How you’re always willing to help your friends, and how you’ve never taken any of his shit, even if he knew part of you had been contemplating his suggestive offers. That spark always kept him coming back for more…and somehow, it became more.
In the back of his mind, this scares him a little. Being with you feels dangerous in a way that feels both familiar and foreign, but it’s too late. He’s been hooked by the pull of you. It’s a craving he can’t help but try and fill. Hopefully, not just tonight.
“You said something about food?” he grins.
You smile and lean in again, until you’re mere inches from his lips.
“Hmm, impromptu dinner date?” you offer. Alec laughs quietly and nods.
“We kinda went about this backwards,” you say, “but if you like spaghetti and plain sauce, I’m your girl.”
He smirks at that, and thumbs at your chin.
“Then you’re my girl.”
AN: And there's Part 1! It's only my second time writing Alec, so I hope he feels in character. Let me know what you think of this little series so far. 😘💜
There's much more in store over the next three parts, and the next one tackles perhaps my favorite episode (2.11), even if it's the most gutting.
Next Time:
“All right, that’s enough outta you,” Alec says, and he claims you with a more demanding kiss. His fingers sink into your hair tightly.
But you press your hand to his cheek, making him pause for a moment. The amusement fades from his eyes the longer he stares into yours. You’re not teasing or joking anymore.
You kiss him then with meaning. With tenderness.
You don’t know how it makes that coil of guilt grip him like a vice.
I was keeping links of all my favourite Dean fics so thought I’d share them here. This way, others can hopefully find some great stories and the authors will know how much I love their works 💕
I’ve kept the tags to once per author just because of the limits. There’s a mix of fluff, angst, smut, au etc. Please make sure you read the warnings for each story on it’s page.
Dean Winchester x Reader
One Shots
And Baby Makes Four by @carryonmywaywardone-shots
Nows the Time by @crashdevlin
Should I Stay or Should I Go by @daisythekitty
Sweet Dreams by @deanssweetheart23
Always You and Me by @deanwinchesterswitch
Bullets and Bands by deanwinchesterswitch
Capeesh? By @deanwritings
I Ship It by deanwritings
It’s Okay by deanwritings
Safe Now by deanwritings
Slip Up by deanwritings
What We Lost by deanwritings
Tell Me About… by @impala-dreamer
Glances by @kasimagines
It’s Okay, I Love You by kasimagines
Poison by kasimagines
Obeying Temptation by @kittenofdoomage
Sweet Satisfaction by kittenofdoomage
Not the Planned Delivery by @lazydoodlesandfanfic
Nannas Love Sammy by @littlegreenplasticsoldier
Unnamed by @lostdreamr-blog1
Something New by @princessmisery666
Date Night by princessmisery666
I Would Never Hurt You by @procrastinatorimagines
Must be Love on the Brain by @sleepywinchester
Below Freezing by @soaringeag1e
I’ve Got You by @spnexploration
Friendzoned by @talesmaniac89
Stupid Cupid by talesmaniac89
Broken Ribs Against Fingertips by @the—blackdahlia
Different by @watermelonlipstick
Labyrinth by @waynes-multiverse
Love on the Brain by waynes-multiverse
Motel Diablo by waynes-multiverse
Gesundheit by waynes-multiverse
Dark Waters by @wearywinchester
Above Ground by wearywinchester
I Won’t Say (I’m in Love) by @zepppie
Two Shots / Mini Series
The Wrong Winchester by @cherry3point14
Good Things by @crashdevlin
Rumours by @deanwinchesterswitch
Blind Love by @jawritter
Faded by @kasimagines
Sacrifice by kasimagines
The Last Call by kasimagines
To Know You by @littlegreenplasticsoldier
Watch and Learn by littlegreenplasticsoldier
Mischief Managed (2) by @sinfulsoulx
A Few Moments of Madness | Last Time? by @smellingofpoetry
Familiar by @spnhunter4life
Dream On by @talesmaniac89
Well, Hello There Stranger by talesmaniac89
Series
Comfort by @fangirlingfromdownunder
Baby, We’ve got a Problem by @deanwritings
Night Falls by deanwritings
Carry On by @jawritter
My Saviour by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes
Heart of a Hunter by @muchamusedaboutnothing
Cross my Heart by @smol-and-grumpy
Home to You by smol-and-grumpy
Collared by @spnexploration
Pack by spnexploration
Limelight by @talesmaniac89
Charity Heist by talesmaniac89
The Man in Apartment 43 by talesmaniac89
Practically Magic by @thelibrarylesstrektraveled
Supernatural Series Rewrite: Season 1 by @waywardaardvark79
Supernatural Series Rewrite: Season 2 by waywardaardvark79
Summary: Dean’s charm helps him to get a lot in life, but there was always one thing he was too scared of doing to actually follow through. Will Y/N’s experience and reassurement be enough to help him overcome his fear?
Rating: 18+
Warnings: smut, grinding, hint of fingering, bit of angst, protected sex, p in v, loss of virginity, fluff, adorable Dean, insecure Dean, Dean being two years younger than reader
A/N: The absolute biggest THANK YOU to the saint and absolute darling that has way too much work with my stuff than she should @winchest09. Thank you so much babe for giving this a look. I appreciate it SO much! ❤ Still, all the mistakes are mine!
A/N: This story, and all the others that will come, wouldn’t be here without my 24/7 supporter, my cheerleader, the person who encourages me everytime I’m in doubt (which is a lot) and still hasn’t given up on me, my bunny @chocolateheart I love you so much boo ❤ Thank you for always being there for me❤
Feeling her small hands slide up his chest, Dean takes the initiative and pulls the busty blonde closer to his body. Their bodies moving together to the music blasting from the speakers as the parquet fills up with newcomers. Carding her fingers through his soft hair, she gives him a seductive smirk as she leans on her tiptoes and starts to nip at the sweaty skin of Dean’s neck.
Warning: sex toys, stern Beau, over stimulation, handcuffs, multiple orgasms, squirting, Unprotected sex, p in v, creampie
Summary: few weeks after your first run in with the new sheriff, you can seem to get him off your mind. You decided to find a way to get him back to your house, which makes you a very bad girl.
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Montana was starting to get chilly at night this time of year. Beau could see his breath and he climbs out of his truck and makes his way to your front door.
Early that evening you called him saying your ex was back at his old tricks again. If he didn't want the guy dead, he better come get him.
Only now there's no one here.
Drawing his side piece he opens the front door fully, "Hello sheriff's department. Anyone here?"
Slowly so he doesn't make a sound he walks into your house. Nothing seems out of place. Its eerie quiet in this place. If he had to guess even you weren't home.
Shit. Was he too late. Have you gone out on your ranch somewhere to burry that losers body. Not that Beau could blame you, the guy is a piece of work.
Then he hears it. A faint moan coming from upstairs. Drawing his weapon he begins to climb the stairs as your moans become louder.
He didn't know what he'd find when he got to the room you were occupying, but this certainly wasn't it.
Your completely naked on your bed. Legs spread wide as you vigorously thrust a purple vibrator in and out of your wet pussy.
Squelching noises echo off every wall as you bring yourself closer to the edge. Your arousal glistens off your lower lips.
So pink.
So tight.
Beau is frozen as he watches your soaking core struggle to take that vibrator. It's average in size and as his jeans get tight he can't help but wonder how tight it's going to be to push his thick, long cock into you.
He knows you'll feel good wrapped around him.
Couple more thrusts and you've sent your self over the edge. Beau watches as your body pushes the sorry excuse for a cock out of your body before you squirt, soaking your thighs and the sheets below.
As you come down from your high you slowly open your eyes seeing the sheriff standing in your doorway, watching you with nothing but lust swimming in his eyes.
Handcuffed by his cuffs to you bed has never been such a turn on before. Here you are shaking from another orgasm him and your damn vibrator are pulling from your body.
At this point your bed is so wet you're going to need to replace the entire thing.
"Damn darling, you look amazing spread out like this." Green eyes devour you as your body withers under the toy he has resting against your clit.
"So wet, desperate, willing to please me just so you can feel my cock slide through your walls."
Oh fuck yes. You moan in agreement before another orgasm takes over your body. Who knew the good sheriff had such a kinky side to him.
All that pent up energy and control finally slipping because of you.
"Beau... please."
"So pretty when you beg."
Your just about to let go again when the vibrator is removed. Pained whimpers escape you from the lose.
"Have you been a bad girl y/n?"
"Yes... fuck yes."
That's all he needs. Beau's between your soaked thighs lining up his rock hard dick. Sliding it through the mess you made for lube before thrusting in straight to the base.
He gives you a minute to adjust. Loving the way your pussy is struggling to accommodate his girth before he is pulling out just to slam back in again.
It's quick and dirty.
Gone is the southern gentleman you met a few days ago. In his place is a man deprived of pleasure and willing to take what's his.
The rhythm is sloppy, Beau is close to release himself. Reaching between your bodies he finds your clit and rubs precious circles on it, bringing another tide wave of arousal from you.
Your body pushes him out before coating his cock and thighs. A feral growl comes from his chest as he pushes back into you. Three more hard pumps and his cum is painting your inner walls white.
Beau falls to the bed beside you. Moving your body so you're both still joined together. He kisses you deeply as you come back to earth from the high he just sent you on.
"I'll be you bad girl any day sheriff."
Laughing he cuddles you into his chest. Tomorrow you can deal with the mess you've made. Tonight you rest.
This is the beginning of a wonderful relationship for you both.
Dean folded his arms across his chest watching on as his girlfriend zipped up the red dress that showed off every curve of her body, the curves that he’s only allowed to see. Y/N ignored the scowling man in the vanity mirror as she applied the matching red lipstick to her plump lips.
“You and Sam need to get in there to find out exactly what we’re up against, this just might be the only way Dean.”
“When you said you were going to give ‘em a show I thought you meant-”
“That I was going to distract them with my boobs? I’m still sticking to that plan but this dress will definitely be the icing on the cake.” She slipped on her strappy heels and Dean had to refrain from saying something snappy. Y/N flashed him a gorgeous smile as she strided over to him to straighten his tie. Once she was in arms reach Dean pulled her flush against him by her hips.
“I go in and distract the creep while you and Sam dig around the place.” She recalled the plan with such ease under his intense gaze. Dean’s green eyes never left her face once while she spoke.
“Still don’t like this.”
“Too bad cowboy.”
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Y/N lost track of how many times the strange man lustfully stared at her from her feet to the top of her head. The Winchester brothers were up on the floor above trying to gather as much information that they possibly could towards the case that they’re working.
The men had found exactly what they were looking for and easily slipped back into the sea of people as if they hadn’t spent ten minutes snooping around. Dean’s eyes immediately landed on Y/N just in time to see her tilting her head back laughing at something the dude said, trailing her fingers up his arm. Dean balled his hands up into fists watching on at the flirtatious exchange between the pair.
It’s just an act
That’s all he kept repeating to himself but he finally snapped when the man slid his hand from the small of her back down to her round backside. Sam was beside him the whole time watching the exact exchange, he didn’t bother to stop Dean from charging over there because he wanted to beat the guy’s ass for touching her like that and she wasn’t even his.
“So darling, do you want to take our lovely conversation to somewhere more quiet?” Y/N opened her mouth to decline when a very pissed off Dean appeared beside them. He didn’t bother to excuse them both as he harshly locked his hand around her wrist and dragged her all the way to the men’s bathroom.
“De-” Her back hit the door with such force as Dean claimed her lips in a bruising kiss that immediately caused a pool of arousal to form in her nether region. The familiar click of the lock was heard and in no time she was being hoisted off her feet and taken over to the bathroom sink.
Dean’s hand found her neck and gave it a firm squeeze ripping a sinful moan from her. Y/N opened her legs wider, pulling him closer to her by the loops in his dress pants. She didn’t hesitate to cup his hard-on through the material, her actions made him tighten his hold on her.
“I told you I didn’t like this plan from the start sweetheart and I came back to see him with his hands on your ass.” Dean’s voice had dropped a few octaves lower, his green eyes were three shades darker from the lust that clouded him. When they left the bunker Dean was already horny and now he’s a dangerous mix of anger and lust.
“I’m sorry.” Y/N innocently stared up at him through her eyelashes, her pupils lust blown as well mimicking his. She gulped, noticing the sinister smile growing on his face, she was in for it. The anticipation of what’s about to follow only aroused her even more as she clenched around nothing.
“You will be because I’m going to fuck you and you’re going to take it without coming.” She whined at that but Dean didn’t care, he wanted her to regret ever suggesting her plan in the first place.
Dean pulled her closer to the edge of the counter to hike her dress up to her waist, grinding himself against her already bare cunt. That revelation angered him even more, she’d let that man touch her knowing that he could’ve easily stuck his hand in the slit of her dress to touch her.
“Oh this night just keeps getting better.” She whimpered when his hand came down on her slick cunt. Dean pushed her back against the glass and held both of her legs apart, spreading her open before he eagerly dropped to his knees, flattening his tongue against her, licking a broad stripe from her entrance to her bundle of nerves. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head at the sensational feeling of her boyfriend hungrily devouring her like a man starved.
Dean swore his dick was going to burst through the fly of his trousers any second from how hard he was, he was beyond pissed at the moaning mess of a woman and he was certainly going to let all his frustrations out on her since this was all her fault to begin with.
“So pretty like this sweetheart.”
“Baby-” Y/N gasped at the featherlight traces he left with his index finger on her clit and labia as well as the cool air he blew on her cunt. She desperately clenched around nothing, craving to be filled with his cock. Dean took his time playing with her before sinking his thick digit into her heated hole.
“Dean I need more.”
“I don’t think you deserve more, especially since you came here without underwear like some fucking slut.” Dean repeatedly removed and slipped his finger into her at an agonisingly slow pace enjoying the feeling of her needy cunt fluttering around his digit.
“I’m sorry Dean, please, please- fuck..” Dean inserted another finger to the mix and she bucked her hips upwards to get more friction from the pad of his thumb that ghosted above her clit.
“Uh uh, I don’t think so.” He removed his fingers from her and slapped her swollen cunt a couple times before standing upright again. Y/N sat up and helped free his cock that she loved so much, rubbing his tip along her drenched folds. Dean threw his head back at the feeling. He pumped himself a few times before lining up and sinking into her heat until he was completely buried in her.
“Mhmm” Dean didn’t give her a chance to adjust to his size as he pushed her legs back to her chest, pounding into her without any remorse. His dark eyes were trained on where their bodies joined, watching as his cock got coated in her arousal with every brutal thrust into her.
Y/N’s mouth fell open as she repeatedly chanted his name like a sacred prayer. She needed this, she needed dominant Dean and her little plan was executed exactly the way it was intended too.
Things had been so hectic with working cases, Chuck being a total pain in everyone’s ass and they had barely gotten to spend any alone time together so when they landed this case Y/N jumped at the opportunity to make him jealous. She loved it when he took charge like this, using her for his own pleasure and denying her of hers. She wanted to be fucked like this and he fell right into her trap.
She held her own legs wider and Dean ran his hands up to her breasts, groping them through the thin material that covered them before pulling down the top of my dress to free them.
“Baby don’t stop, oh fuck!” Dean clasped his hand down on her throat again fucking into her at a brusing pace bringing her closer and closer to the edge. His animalistic grunting and the sight of his eyes rolling to the back of his head turned her on even more. She was going to come if he kept fucking her like this and Dean knew it, he could feel her fighting to hold it in.
“Who’s pussy is this sweetheart, who do you belong to?”
“Yours baby.” Dean slapped her hand away as she tried to get him to slow down his thrusts with her hand on his abdomen.
“This isn’t for you to enjoy sweetheart, I’m doing this for me.” Tears of frustration well in the corners of her eyes as she tried her best not to come right then and there on his dick.
Dean’s thrusts started getting sloppy and soon after he stilled in her as he filled her up nicely with his hot seed. Y/N felt each throb of his cock in the depths of her and she smiled at the feeling of his come filling her.
With one more kiss to her swollen lips, Dean removed himself and fixed his clothes before helping her off the counter. Y/N felt his semen running down her inner thighs and smiled at the feeling. She looked at herself in the mirror as she fixed her dress, she was annoyed at the fact that she did get to release but she enjoyed the hot sex that they just had.
“Don’t ever pull that stunt again missy. The next time you want us to have sex just say that.” His large hand spanked her ass and she smiled even wider. He knew she was up to no good when she suggested the plan but he still let her run with it knowing that somehow they’d end up fucking before the night was over.
Happy Birthday Jensen - I hope your wish here will come true and your 45th will be a great one. Thank you for spending the weekends around your birthday with us and for simply being you. Love you lots and lots with my whole heart.
Below you will find a list of all my Dean Winchester series! All listed appropriately and in order of oldest to newest. I hope you enjoy some good binging! Get yourself comfy <3
Just a quick note: Please do not copy or plagiarise my pieces of work. I like to think I work hard in my little creative bubble to bring these pieces of fiction to you. However, reblogs are welcomed <3
ALSO: Please also read the warnings for each fiction. If it is marked 18 +, I am trusting you lovely readers to adhere to the restriction. Please let me trust you guys on that.
Happy Reading!
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Shatter Me (Completed)
Life for Rent (Completed)
Hello, Sailor. (Completed)
Baby, It’s Cold Outside (Completed)
Wasted on You (Completed)
Miscommunication (Completed)
When You Know ( Completed)
Lights Out (Ongoing)
Yours to Protect (Ongoing)
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A Man’s Best Friend
Talk Bacon to Me - (Dean x Reader)
A rare lazy morning where you feel like pestering Dean a little. He objects to being pestered, but ultimately, you both just want to spend some time together.
Home Cooking - (Dean x Reader)
Now that you and Dean have a daughter, living at the bunker with Sam means you get to be more domestic, to varying degrees of success. Dean learns to enjoy your attempts at cooking.
Easy Like Sunday Morning - (Dean x Reader)
In which Sam is thoroughly done with motels, and you and Dean continue to make his life miserable.
Damned If I Do - (Dean x Lisa)
Lisa’s thoughts as she fights for her life, and for her son, and this time for Dean.
Patched Up ( I ) - (Dean x Reader)
How Dean thanks you for treating his wounds. [3-part series with Sam, Dean, and Castiel.]
Series:
Never Say Goodbye - (Dean x Reader) - Series In Progress
**(Rated M – 18+)
The first time you and Dean sensed each other’s thoughts and feelings, you were just kids. It would take years to realize that you both were bonded for life, and even longer to finally meet. [Soulmate AU]
Pairing: Firefighter!Dean Winchester x Reporter!Reader
Series Summary: Dean and Y/N have been best friends and inseparable since they were kindergartners, leading somewhat boringly normal lives in Lawrence City, Kansas. Now all grown up, Dean is working as a firefighter and Y/N as a reporter until one fateful night changes not only their lives but also their friendship forever.
Series Warnings: +18!!!, Firefighter/Superhero AU, strong language, friends to lovers, slow burn, intense mutual pining, fluff, a whole lotta angst, some crack too, acquiring superpowers, injuries as well as inaccurate medical and scientific talk, eventual smut & tons of smutty thoughts, more individual warnings in chapters
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Plastic Hearts (GLOW AU, angst, smut)
Director!Dean Winchester x Actress!Reader
Los Angeles, 1985. Y/N’s a young actress without any success, hopping from one failed audition to the next until one desperate mistake brings her to her breaking point. Dean Winchester, on the other hand, is a grade A asshole and washed-up director at the end of his career, known for his godawful slasher movies in the 70s and his love for blow, booze, and women. Lost in the toxic Hollywood life, their paths cross when one hopeless little wrestling show changes their trajectory.
(5/?)
To Be Human (flangst, friends to lovers, Superhero AU)
Firefighter!Dean Winchester x Reporter!Reader
Dean and Y/N have been best friends and inseparable since they were kindergartners, leading somewhat boringly normal lives in Lawrence City, Kansas. Now all grown up, Dean is working as a firefighter and Y/N as a reporter until one fateful night changes not only their lives but also their friendship forever.
(26/?)
Don’t Blame Me Saga (angst, smut, violence)
Dean Winchester x FBI Agent!Reader
As an FBI profiler and special agent, you’re at the peak of your career. There are only two serial killers you’ve never been able to catch: the Winchesters. For twelve years, you’ve been hot on their heels, thinking they had murdered your partner, but what happens when you actually find the brothers?
S1 (10/10) S2 (10/10)
‘Tis The Damn Season (fluff, smut, Christmas fic)
Engineering Student!Dean Winchester x Biology Student!Reader
Dean’s had his eyes on a mysterious girl on campus since his first week at MIT. After yet another accidental run-in with his dream girl, will he finally get a chance for more this holiday season?
(Complete)
The New Place (fluff, smut, angst, crack)
Dean Winchester x Soulmate!Reader
Finally, Jack has finished rebuilding Heaven, Hell, and the whole universe. With a new judging system in place, Sam and Dean land in something called the Good Place. And they are not the only ones there – their soulmates for eternity are here too. But is this place really that great or goes something wrong like it always does?
(10 – CANCELED)
Starry Nights (Small Town AU, fluff, smut)
Mechanic!Dean Winchester x OFC
Feeling lost and unsure of her future, globetrotter Zoey Lafitte returns home after graduating college and decides to spend the summer in Granite Creek, Colorado, with her old friends and family. Dean’s more than happy to see the familiar face in town again and wonders if this time she might stay. But where will her journey to happiness lead her?
(Complete)
It’s Just A Spark (flangst, hints of smut)
Dean Winchester x Reader
When Dean gets into the usual trouble, he doesn’t necessarily expect to meet someone unusual. Y/N’s an enigma he can’t seem to shine a light on, leaving him to wonder if there’s such a thing as meeting someone twice.
Face To Face (angst, fluff)
Dean Winchester x Doctor!Reader
Seven years have gone by since she’s last seen her ex-boyfriend Dean after he left her with a broken heart – until one night when he ends up on her doorstep again and asks for help.
Love (angst, hurt, smut)
Dean Winchester x Reader x Love Quinn (You)
When you and your boyfriend stumble into a sunny bakery in California, it quickly takes a dark turn after meeting the mysterious owner. Can your relationship survive a crazy psycho bitch?
Creature Of The Night (smut, fluff)
Dean Winchester x Reader
When her car breaks down on a dark lonely road, she is lucky a handsome stranger takes her in. Grateful, she is willing to do anything to repay his kindness.
Lights, Camera, Action… (smut)
Bartender!Dean Winchester x Film Student!Reader
When Dean’s girlfriend has to leave for an internship in LA, she wants to make sure her boyfriend has enough entertainment to keep him afloat while she’s gone.
Gesundheit! (crack, fluff)
Dean Winchester x Reader
After a witch hunt gone wrong, Y/N finds herself cursed and lost in time. Will Dean get his girlfriend back or will she be lost forever?
When the Party’s Over (angst, hurt)
Dean Winchester x Reader
A funeral leads to some tough decisions…
We Ain’t Ever Gonna Part (angst, smut, fluff)
Soldier!Dean Winchester x Reader
Dean leaves for the war but will he find his way back to her?
(Nice Dream) (smut, fluff, Superhero AU)
Dean Winchester x Superhero!OFC
After four long months, Dean makes his return from Hell and is found by none other than his best friend and the girl he had feelings for. Will he finally make his move before their world turns upside down again?
Runaway (flash fic)
Teenage!Dean Winchester x Teenage!Reader
When Dean sneaks out one night to explore the big city, he makes acquaintances with another runaway…
Rising Up (flash fic, a hint of smut)
Dean Winchester x Reader
On a hunt, Dean’s girlfriend gets him into trouble in an underground fight club.
