geena. she/her. 31. bisexual. dean winchester 's best girl. live music enthusiast. occasional writer. photographer. bela talbot apologist. barista. fangirl. pisces. sam winchester defender. whiskey drinker. pasta enjoyer. sometimes a cook.
pairing: sam winchester x reader
word count: 1130
genre: fluff
warnings and content: pda, movie theater, "i like you"
notes: i wrote this in just a couple hours. i'm still trying to get back into writing, so here's something small! also for anon <3
“C’mon,” Dean practically whines from the front seat of the Impala. “You never want to do anything fun. Seeing one movie isn’t going to put us that behind.”
Sam turns to face his brother in the seat over, “are you kidding? Dean, we haven’t had a lead in weeks on this thing. It’s probably states over at this point.”
“Sam,” you reach forward to touch his shoulder, “you haven’t slept well in weeks. We’ll find the shapeshifter. But it’s laying low. We won’t know anything, we won’t find anything. I’d like to relax for one night. It’ll be fun.”
“Straight back to a motel after,” Sam concedes, “nothing else.”
“Attaboy, Sammy!” Dean cheers, turning the car around, back towards the cinema you’d passed.
You don’t really care what you’re seeing. You’d planned on taking a nap through it anyway since the three of you luckily found a theater with the more comfortable reclining seats. As you walk into the lobby, the scent of popcorn hits you like a wall, and your stomach involuntarily growls. It’d been a little bit since you’d eaten, and you’re relieved to hear Sam’s do the same.
“Wanna split with me?”
He looks down at his feet with a smile, “you heard that?”
“We didn’t get around to lunch today,” you laugh, “we were a bit busy.”
“Just a tad,” he laughs back. “Wanna drink, too?”
“Yeah, I do,” you step into the concessions line and turn to see Dean at the bar. He’d found a pretty girl, and now you know he wouldn’t be joining the two of you like you’d planned. “Check out your brother.”
Sam groans when he sees that. “Typical Dean. Think they’re gonna make out next to us the whole movie?”
“Unfortunately, yes,” you sigh, “he’s telling her there’s an extra open seat next to him right now, I bet.”
The taller man sighs and steps forward, “should’ve guessed he’d do this. How does he always find the lonely girl at a movie theater? It’s gotta be a weird superpower.”
You laugh, “the most useless power. How often have you guys stopped through a theater in the past few years?”
“This may be the third time in fifteen years.” Sam scoffs, “I do kinda miss the popcorn.”
“Me too. It’s been a long time since I had a spare few hours.”
Sam steps to the counter and orders the popcorn and two drinks. You pick up a couple packets of candy and set them down in front of the cashier.
“You can’t go to the movies without candy, Sam.”
“You two are adorable,” the teen says as they scan the two packages, “remind me of my boyfriend and I. How long have you been together?”
He answers for you, “oh, we’re… we’re not together.”
“Just friends,” you back him up, forcing a small smile. You’d been carrying a torch for Sam for a couple years, but hunters don’t have time to date. The teen sputters out an apology and steps away to grab the popcorn and empty cups.
He’s silent as he pours the butter onto the popcorn, and silent again as he fills his cup up. You hand him a straw and he smiles softly. You follow him to the seats, and shortly after, Dean’s walking hand-in-hand with the girl from the bar.
Each seat is coupled together with another, the middle arm rest lifting up so dates could cuddle close. You get to your seat, sliding down next to Sam. Dean and his mystery woman barely wait for the previews to start or for the lights to dim before starting to make out. You turn slightly so you have a shoulder to them.
“Do you mind if I put this up? We can put the popcorn down more sturdy if we do that,” Sam asks as he grips the arm rest. You nod, letting him move it.
You jab a thumb towards your shoulder, “new record?”
“Gross,” he sighs, “sorry about him.”
“I’m used to it by now.”
About halfway through the movie, you blindly go to grab a handful of popcorn at the same time Sam does. Your hands bump and you jump slightly. The movie was more engrossing than you had thought it’d be. With the glow of the screen, you see him blush a bit.
The second time your hands bump, it felt less like an accident. And the third, you know he did it on purpose. You pick up the popcorn and move it away from its spot, taking Sam’s hand. He seems to melt a little at the contact and you scoot a little closer.
His arm moves from next to you to around your shoulders, and you curl into his solid side. He’s warm and his heart rate is picking up as you get comfortable against him. As the lead man in the movie grabs the damsel in distress, you cast a glance at Sam, looking away when he looks back at you.
“I’ve got you,” the man onscreen says, echoing Sam’s words after you get an injury in a hunt, “you’re safe now.”
The woman on the screen reaches up to his face, brushing a thumb on his cheekbone. “You’re always there. Every time I need you.”
The characters kiss and you look back to Sam once more, studying his profile in the blue-ish glow. He pulls you closer before looking back down at you. “They look a little like us, huh?”
You nod, “they do.”
His gaze drops to your lips, and then flicks back to your eyes. You tilt your head just slightly and let him close the distance. The rest of the world became a blur, you were kissing Sam, and that’s all that mattered. His lips are softer than you would have thought, more sure, and more give. His lips are salty from the popcorn and the faint taste of the diet cola hits you, too.
When he breaks away, you chase his lips for a few centimeters, wishing he hadn’t. He smirks a little before he leans back in, grabbing your face and kissing a little more urgently. Then, sliding his tongue into your mouth, a lot more urgently.
“Sam,” you whimper as he pulls away again, “you’re always here for me and…”
“I like you.”
“Took the words right out of my mouth,” you grin at him. He leans back in to kiss you again. And again. And again. When the lights come up in the theater, you didn’t even realize the movie had been over. You pull away from each other and you’re almost embarrassed by the string of saliva that connects your mouth. He wipes his mouth as you quickly do the same.
“Finally,” Dean says from behind you, “took you two long enough.”
pairing: dean winchester x reader
word count: 1018
genre: smut (18+)
warnings and content: small mentions of stitching up and other canon-related cuts/scrapes, sex (p in v), creampie (characters talk about it but please wrap it before you tap it, y'all)
notes: takes place in season 4-ish, something i wrote a long time ago and decided to edit a bit before getting fully back into writing lol
“Quit your whining,” you mumble, “and hold still, Dean. Can’t stitch you up if you’re moving around.”
“You’re jamming a needle into my stomach, it hurts like a bitch!”
You roll your eyes, “babe, seriously, I gotta fix you up.”
“It’s barely a scratch.”
With a scoff, you look up at him. He’s borderline pouting and you can’t believe how beautiful he looks right now.
“Five stitches is a little more than that. Plus, I prefer you fixed up so I can actually play rough later.”
He chuckles until he hisses in pain. “You’re not playin’ rough now, sweetheart? D’ya think I can handle more?”
“Quit talkin’ dirty.”
“You started it!”
“Dean,” you sigh as you sit back, admiring your work. “All done. Can you take it from here? Or do you need my help?”
“What, showering?”
“I meant cleaning up the supplies!”
He leans forward, placing a kiss to your forehead, “thank you. I got it.”
“You’re welcome.” You slide off the counter and wash your hands. “Sam still hasn’t called back?”
“Not yet,” he sighs, “think something’s up?”
You shrug a shoulder, beginning to change the bandage you had applied to your scraped up knee, grimacing at the gnarly amount of missing skin. The vampire had gotten you off guard, throwing you across the room. You had landed on your side and when you went to get up, the loose rubble and gravel under you had you slipping. Your knees got the worst of it, and you’re hoping they don’t take too long to fully heal.
“That nest was brutal.”
“Yeah, I didn’t expect that eighth one.” You shake your head, “thanks for having my back.”
“Thanks for having mine, sweetheart.” He shoves some supplies into a bag and picks up a few more to take to the sink. “I would’ve been turned if it weren’t for you and Sammy.”
“Can’t blame the bitch for trying,” you tease, “you do look delicious.”
Dean grins, “not nearly as delicious as you do.”
“C’mere,” you beckon him at the edge of the bed.
“Sam could come back any minute.”
“Well, we better make it quick then, huh, baby?” You giggle as he drops what he’s doing to rush forward. He stands between your spread legs before leaning down to kiss you.
“Mm, ‘s too bad your knees are busted up. Wanted to fuck you from behind,” he says, “but we’ll have to wait on that.”
You groan, “would’ve felt so good.”
Dean yanks the sleep shorts down your legs with your underwear. “Guess I’ll have to make you feel good other ways, huh?”
“C’mon, De, don’t tease, we gotta be quick.”
His eyebrow raises, “you expect me not to enjoy savoring my time between these gorgeous fuckin’ legs? Don’t get to spend as much time as I want here.”
He leans down to kiss your neck, then a little lower, your collar bone, chest…
“You know, if you wanted more time between my legs, we could always fuck in the Impala.”
“Yeah?”
“Don’t tell me you never have before, babe.”
He leaves a soft bite on your thigh, “no, ‘s not that. You just deserve better than a cramped car. Wanna treat you right.”
Before you can respond, he has his tongue gathering the wetness leaking between your legs. You gasp and grab at his short blond hair. Dean teases your clit with the tip of his tongue, digging his blunt nails into your hips.
“Fuck,” you sigh, “don’t care where we do this, Dean, as long as— oh, god!”
“Uh-uh,” Dean says as he pulls away for a moment, “just me.”
“Dean,” you whimper. He dives back in, eating you like he had never tasted something so good. His mouth eventually focuses on your clit while he slides two fingers inside of you. After a few moments, you tug on his hair again. “Gonna come, Dean. S-so close.”
He continues and soon enough, your back arches off the motel room bed. High pitched whines of his name tumble past your lips. Dean eats until you’re pushing his head away.
“‘S too much, De, give me a sec.”
He kisses his way up your body until he gets to your lips. You taste yourself on him and your head spins. You hold him close when he tries to pull away.
“Slow your roll, princess,” he chuckles.
“Want your cock,” you tell him.
“You just said it was too much.”
“It’s been a sec,” you say, “want you inside me. Please.”
“Please?”
“Please, Dean. Fuck me, please. Need it.”
His hand brushes your cheek and he lines himself up with you. Then he hesitates.
“I don’t have…”
“No, we ran out,” you groan, “I’m not on anything, either.”
You cover your eyes with your hand and begin to count in your mind.
“I… I could pull out or—“
“No. No, I think… I think my ovulation doesn’t start for another week. We should be fine today.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yeah. We can get the morning after pill tomorrow if it helps. I just really need you filling me up right the fuck now.” You urge him, “we gotta be quick, babe, please.”
Dean groans and thrusts himself into you, hissing through his teeth. “Always so goddamn tight.”
“You’re so big, Dean. Feel so fucking full.” You let out a whine when he slams in again. “Fuck!”
“I got you,” he tells you, kissing you again. He continues the pace and whenever you can, you clench around him. It causes the most beautiful noises to spill from his mouth. “So tight, so warm and fuckin’ wet. Not sure I can last long, sweetheart.”
“Come inside,” you whisper, “it’s okay, babe, let go.”
You reach between your bodies and rub at your clit while he starts to lose his rhythm. The warmth inside you feels incredible. His load is big, and heavy inside you, and your walls spasm as you finish around him for the second time.
“Know you already showered,” Dean pants out, “but want a second one? With me?”
You giggle and kiss him again, “yeah. I’ll get your back.”
˚₊‧꒰ა sam winchester ☆ @deansfreckledtummy ☆ dean winchester ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
ꔛ. the beginning,
✧ who you are in the supernatural world .ᐟ
geena, you enter the supernatural universe as someone who feels strangely close to the winchester story before the monsters even show up. growing up outside lawrence gives you this quiet, eerie connection to the place where everything began, and with your pisces sun, pisces mercury, libra rising, virgo moon, and venus in aquarius, you have the perfect chart for someone who notices beauty in haunted things. you’re creative, observant, soft-hearted, and a little more perceptive than people expect from your easygoing surface.
in this universe, you probably start as a civilian with a creative life that becomes case-adjacent: a photographer and barista who keeps noticing strange figures in the background of photos taken around old kansas roads, abandoned farmhouses, and local cemeteries.
at first, you think it’s a lens issue or your imagination being dramatic. very pisces of you. but your virgo moon won’t let the details go. the shadows appear in the same shape, always near places connected to grief, and always before someone goes missing.
your love for reading, photography, crafts, classic rock, alt rock, and old country gives you this very atmospheric role in the story. you’re not a hunter at first. you’re the person who accidentally captures the evidence, follows the pattern, and then realizes the world’s much uglier than the pretty little details you keep trying to preserve through art.
✧ first meeting + first impression
you meet the brothers when they come into the coffee shop where you work, asking questions about disappearances near lawrence. dean notices the music first because, of course, if classic rock is playing, he’s already emotionally invested. then he notices you: libra rising charm, pisces softness, camera strap nearby, and the kind of pretty, thoughtful face that looks like it has already made three stories out of the room.
dean’s first impression is that you’re sweet, artsy, quietly funny, and probably hiding more nerves than you admit. your venus in aquarius connects beautifully with his aquarius sun and mars, so he likes your individuality immediately. your mars in leo also catches his leo rising, which gives him that instant “oh, she’s got spark” reaction.
sam’s first impression is calmer. he notices your observation skills, your careful answers, and the way you keep trying to be helpful without making the situation about yourself. your virgo moon speaks to his virgo rising, and your pisces placements soften his earth-heavy chart. he sees someone gentle, intelligent, and much braver than she thinks, especially when you show them the photographs and admit you’ve been trying to make sense of them alone.
✧ the friendship dynamic
with dean, friendship feels almost unfairly natural because there are so many little points of connection: kansas, music, old roads, cars passing through small towns, and that strange comfort of being around someone who understands nostalgia without needing it explained. he’d absolutely act offended if you liked a song he considered “not road worthy.” your libra rising and venus in aquarius make you charming without being predictable, and dean likes that. he likes the artsy side, the camera, the way you notice light, the way you can be soft but still tease him back when he gets smug.
with sam, friendship grows through trust and conversation. he’d be interested in the books you read, the patterns in your photos, the way your virgo moon collects evidence while your pisces sun feels the emotional weight underneath it.
dean makes the world feel less scary by making you laugh. sam makes the world feel less scary by explaining it carefully. both would care, but dean would feel more like a story you already knew the shape of before you met him.
✧ quirks + fun things
→ dean starts judging every song playing at the coffee shop like he’s been hired as the soundtrack supervisor, and somehow you still end up letting him make suggestions.
→ sam takes your photographs seriously as evidence, even the ones you thought might be “too weird” to show anyone, which makes you feel a little less silly for noticing.
→ dean keeps trying to act casual about the fact that you grew up near lawrence, but every time you mention a familiar road or town, he gets quieter.
ꔛ. something more,
✧ are you compatible .ᐣ first steps .ᐣ
with dean, yes, there’s very real romantic potential. your venus in aquarius matches his aquarius sun and mars, which gives the attraction a fun, unusual, mentally engaging quality. he’d like that you’re sweet but not boring, artsy but not helpless, nostalgic but still a little strange in your own way. your mars in leo also works beautifully with his leo rising and jupiter, so there’s obvious physical chemistry and a lot of mutual attention. dean initiates first, probably through teasing, hovering, and eventually one moment where the joke runs out and the tension does not.
with sam, the compatibility’s gentler and more stable. your virgo moon connects with his virgo rising, while your pisces sun softens his taurus/capricorn practicality. he’d be careful with you, and there’s something very emotionally safe there. but your venus in aquarius and libra rising may want a little more spark and playfulness than sam naturally leads with.
✧ the relationship dynamic
with dean, the relationship would feel romantic, teasing, musical, and a little haunted in the best way. he’d love your creative eye, your softness, your camera, your playlists, and the way you can make ordinary things feel meaningful. you’d love how alive he makes everything feel: diner breakfasts, long drives, bad motel rooms, rain on the windshield, his hand resting near yours while a song you both like plays low through the speakers. the challenge is that your pisces placements are sensitive, and dean can be emotionally clumsy when he’s scared. if he gets too sharp or distant, you may retreat into your own head and start romanticizing the hurt instead of naming it.
with sam, the relationship would feel steady, thoughtful, and emotionally considerate. he’d listen to your fears, ask about your photos, read the books you recommend, and make you feel taken seriously. he’s better at repair than dean, and your virgo moon would appreciate his consistency. the issue’s that the dynamic may feel more comforting than magnetic.
sam gives emotional safety; dean gives emotional weather. for you, geena, the weather’s kind of the problem and the appeal.
✧ their favorite n worst version of you
dean’s favorite version of you, geena, is when you’re fully absorbed in something beautiful: taking pictures, talking about a book, making something with your hands, singing quietly to an old song like you forgot anyone was listening. he loves the way your softness has personality. his least favorite version is when you doubt your instincts or act like your sensitivity makes you less useful. he’d hate watching you dismiss something you noticed just because you were afraid it sounded too strange.
sam’s favorite version of you is the careful observer. the one who notices patterns, asks thoughtful questions, and brings him a photograph that changes the whole case. his least favorite version is when you keep your worries quiet because you don’t want to bother anyone. sam would be patient, but he’d want you to believe your feelings deserve as much evidence as the case does.
✧ fighting, hurting, making up
with dean, the damage comes from avoidance and tone. your pisces sun and mercury can feel things deeply even when you try to be reasonable about them, and dean may not always realize when his sarcasm has cut too close. you may get quiet instead of confrontational, which lets him think the problem is smaller than it is. dean causes more damage because he’s more likely to hide behind jokes or action instead of direct reassurance.
with sam, conflict is less dramatic but easier to repair. he may become too logical when you need emotional gentleness, but he listens better once you explain what hurt. sam’s more emotionally mature overall, no question.
dean’s more likely to make your heart race; sam’s more likely to make the apology land properly. making it work with dean would require him to learn that softness isn’t the same as fragility, and you to trust that asking for clarity doesn’t make you needy.
ꔛ. scenario ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ soft morning
you wake up with dean’s arm heavy around your waist.
for a second, you don’t move. the motel room’s pale with morning light, the curtains failing at their one job, and your body’s still sore from the hunt the night before. close call feels too small for it. close call doesn’t quite cover the way dean shouted your name like the world had cracked open.
now his chest is warm against your back, his breath slow near your hair, one of his legs tangled with yours beneath the sheets.
“you awake?” he asks, voice rough.
“no.”
his laugh’s quiet, barely there. his hand tightens at your stomach. “convincing.”
you turn carefully, close enough that your nose brushes his. dean looks tired, bruised, softer than he’d ever allow in daylight if anyone else were here. for once, he doesn’t make a joke first.
“scared me last night,” he says.
your heart does something stupid. “you too.”
his eyes drop to your mouth. the first kiss is gentle, almost questioning. the second is warmer, slower, his hand sliding to your hip as you curl your fingers into his shirt.
“geena,” he murmurs. his mouth tilts. “we’ve got about an hour before sam starts being annoying.”
you smile against him. “only an hour?”
dean shifts closer, the sheets rustling between you. “guess we shouldn’t waste it.”
ꔛ. overall ゛ with dean ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ 9 / 10 with sam ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ 8.2 / 10
geena, dean’s the stronger match.
sam’s safer in some ways. he’d be gentler with your sensitivity, better at emotional repair, and very respectful of your creative mind. there’s real comfort there, especially through your virgo moon and his grounded chart.
but dean fits the whole atmosphere of you more strongly: the music, the kansas connection, the nostalgia, the photography, the romance of old roads and haunted places, the teasing, the spark, the way your venus in aquarius wants someone who feels familiar but not predictable.
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I imagine young Dean loved riding shotgun, talking hunts and cars with his dad, feeling all grownup and whatnot. But some days he'd let Sammy have the front seat, would cramp himself into the back, listen to that Led Zeppelin album and watch nature go by :>
