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Trick-or-Treat

Dean x Reader 

Description: Dean winchester is your neighbor, whom you happen to have a crush on. The two of you have been flirting for a while but nothing has happened. When Halloween rolls around you finally have a plan to make a move. (I know... Halloween was 3 days ago I’m late)

 Warnings: light smut, not really a plot, barely edited and bad writing (: don’t read if you’re under 18!

Word count: 2,220

As you hung the last miniature skeleton from the branches of your tree, a crisp gust of wind caused you to pull your black jacket tighter around your chest. It was almost Halloween but the freezing weather was more like Christmas. You took a quick glance at the houses around yours, noticing the orange and purple lights starting to light up as the sun began to set. While you looked around, you noticed the infamous ‘67 black Chevy Impala that belonged to your sexy neighbor pull into the street. You immediately went back to pretending like you were still hanging skeletons, stretching on your tip-toes to reach the branch once again. It was safe to say you had a massive crush on your neighbor, a mysterious man named Dean Winchester. You two had talked before, and had built up quite the flirty relationship. But it was only in passing. The two of you only ever talked when you both happened to be in the front yard at the same time. Also, you never really talked for long as he always seemed in a hurry. He had only just moved in about three weeks ago, so you assumed he was still settling and would possibly slow down once he was accustomed to living in his new house. Since he was such a mystery to you, you had to make things up in order to try and make sense of him. He had no wife and no kids, but occasionally was visited by his brother who you’d met about a week and a half ago when he’d come to ask for two eggs to make breakfast while saying all his brother had in the fridge was beer and takeout. His name was Sam, and had explained he would be crashing on his brother’s couch for a few days in between work and would become a familiar face. However, he hadn’t been back since about three days after you’d met him. You didn’t think much of it, you were really only interested in getting to know more about Dean. 

While you desperately tried pretend to look like you were struggling with hanging the last skeleton, you managed to untie it and now were actually in need of help. Your arms got tired, and you dropped them to your side and exhaled, a cloud of vapor coming from your mouth due to the cold air. “Need some help?” You heard from your right, and immediately turned to look at Dean, who was standing in his driveway looking at you with amusement written across his face. “Sure that’d be great.” You smiled, and he began walking across his lawn. You watched him stride towards you, and you could feel your heart beat faster the closer he got. He held out his hand for the decoration, which you quickly handed over. You took a step back and let him reach up, tying the string around the high branch. You were right next to him, and couldn’t help but notice that when he lifted his arms a sliver of midriff showed, giving you an eyeful of the lower part of his stomach. You immediately tore your eyes away, making sure he didn’t notice you looking as he finished hanging the skeleton.

“Are you excited for Halloween?” You ask, immediately wishing you hadn’t asked that. What a dumb question!

“More excited for the costumes.” He said, looking you up and down. “What’re you going as?” He said with a smirk. You nearly melted at this, feeling your palms begin to sweat.

“Haven’t decided yet.” You asked.

"Come one, a beautiful girl like you must have something good to wear.” He says, causing a blush to crawl up your neck.

“I’ll probably just put on some cat ears and hand out candy.” You say, telling the truth. You seriously had no costume ideas. “What about you?” You asked, trying to change the subject. Usually you were able to keep calm around him, why was today so different? Sure, he’d just called you beautiful, but it wasn’t the first time he’d said something like that to you. This was how the two of you usually acted around each other, well, whenever you managed to run into each other.

“Well I was a playboy bunny last year. I might just pull my fuzzy tail and ears out again since I forgot to get a new costume.” He makes a joke, smiling a toothy grin. You laugh, trying to think of a funny comeback but can’t manage. You flick your eyes to his house, noticing not a single decoration has been hung.

“What... are you the halloween grinch? Where’s your decorations?” You ask, signaling towards his house. He looks back, then turns to you. “My jobs enough of a nightmare. I don’t need to be reminded of it at home, too.” He says, making his voice low while leaning in so it’s as if he’s telling you a secret.

“I know exactly what you mean,” you say, sighing.

He winks at you, “Sweetheart, you have no idea.” You smile, looking up at the skeleton he’d hung for you. If you kept your eyes on his gorgeous face any longer you’d jump his bones right here in the front yard.

“Anyway, I should get inside. I have some work to do.” He says, putting his hands in his pockets the clearing his throat.

“Yeah, me too.” You lie, not having anything to do but watch Halloween specials on cable. The two of you say your goodbyes, and as you enter the comfort of your home from the cold, a devilish idea springs into your head. A smirk graces your face as you think it through. It was hard to say if it would work, but the way Dean was flirting today made you positive he wanted to at least be more than just neighbors. As you grabbed your keys and headed out of your front door, the excitement from your plan caused butterflies to swarm your stomach.

The next day it was Halloween.

You had gotten everything in order, and now you stood looking at yourself in your bathroom mirror. Nervously, you smoothed down the edges of the ridiculous costume. Just as he’d mentioned the day before, you’d gone out and bought a playboy bunny costume at the nearest halloween store. Now, you stood in a black leotard with black heels and bunny ears on. The tail was pinned just above your butt, which made you wrinkle your nose at how funny it looked. Your plan was to wear a black, knee-length jacket over your costume, and give your neighbor Dean a visit. Now that the time had come, you were more than nervous. So nervous you decided to do two shots of whiskey before even putting on the outfit.

As the streetlights turned on and the sun went down, you decided it was time to make your move. You first checked through your window to make sure that Dean’s car was in his driveway, and luckily it was. That was one of the things you had been nervous about; usually at night he came back late. You had no idea what kind of job he’d had, and just now thinking of it you’d never asked. Whatever, that was besides the point. You grabbed your black jacket and wrapped it around yourself, walking to your front door. Right as your hand touched the doorknob, your doorbell rung. You froze, eyes wide. Oh God, was that him? Did he somehow know you’d try something like this and come to stop you? Just then, you heard the sound of little kids voices, and let out a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding. Due to your planning you’d forgotten it actually was Halloween, a time when kids came to your door to ask for candy. You reached back and grabbed the bowl of treats you’d set up and planned to leave outside your door with a note for kids to “take one please" in case your plan went how you wanted. You flung open the door, but not before buttoning your jacket and making sure your costume was hidden.

“Trick or treat!” Three little kids dressed as monsters shouted up at you. You held out the bowl of candy, and three hands plunged in and retrieved what they wanted. “Thank you!” They shouted, then ran away. You smiled at their enthusiasm, then watched as they headed to the house across the street. You looked over, and noticed that Dean’s porch light was on, meaning he was handing out candy. You set the bowl on the ground on top of the note to make sure the paper didn’t blow away, then began walking across your lawn towards Dean’s house. You slowly approached his door, your nerves causing your legs to shake slightly. You reached up, and after a deep breath, knocked on his door three times.

After only a few moments did the door fling open, and standing there in all his might was Dean Winchester. He was holding a bowl of candy in one hand and an unwrapped miniature snickers bar in the other. A confused look set on his face, he held out the bowl of treats to you.

“Trick or treat.” You said, smiling then taking a piece of candy. You didn’t even notice which you’d grabbed and didn’t care.

“Didn’t think you’d be trick-or-treating.” He said, flicking his eyes up to your bunny ears. His eyes had a strange twinkle in them, somehow encouraging you to continue.

“Where’s your costume?” You asked, noticing he was just wearing jeans and a flannel… like he wore almost everyday. He knew you were referencing to his playboy bunny costume.

“Oh, see, I forgot to put it on. Plus I’m new here and don’t take this neighborhood as the kind to appreciate a man dressed in a leotard.” He asked, and you smiled slyly. You began to unbutton your jacket, starting from the top.

“Sad. I thought we were gonna match.” You said, reaching your final button. You opened the jacket enough just to reveal the front of your outfit to him. You saw his Adam’s apple bob up and down as he swallowed. His eyes looked over you, then back to your face to lock your gaze.

“Want to come in?” He said, but it sounded less like an invitation and more like an order. You nodded, and in an instant he moved to the side and pulled you in. He closed the door behind the two of you, then set down his bowl of candy a side table.

“You gonna let me see the rest of your costume?” He says, and you instantly let the jacket slide from your shoulders. As soon as it hit’s the ground, he takes a step forward and begins hungrily kissing you. This causes your back to press against his door, while he pressed himself against your front. You immediately move your hands to his hair, grabbing at everything you could and trying to get as close to him as possible. His hands move down to your waist, then under your butt to lift you. You wrap your legs around his waist. He begins carrying you away from the door, where he was going you didn’t know or care. All you knew was that you wanted him.

The next thing you know, you’re lying with your back pressed against his comforter. He climbs on top of you, stealing you lips once more. He begins kissing down your chin, then your neck, then across your collarbone. With his lips, his hands begin removing your black one-piece. Soon, you’re left only in your lacy bra and underwear. You reach up and remove his shirt, running your hands over his solid core. It made you wish the lights were on so you could see his naked torso. You were sure his abs would look even better than they felt. Soon, the two of you were completely naked, and he was positioned at your entrance. You place your hands on his waist, urging him to move forward. You couldn’t wait any longer.

The two of you begin moving together, building up to the breaking point. You begin calling out his name, encouraging him to quicken his pace and go deeper. He hugs his arms around you while you climax, and soon follows after you. He falls on top of you, letting out a few deep breaths then rolling over, pulling you with him. He holds you, kissing the side of your head. You could’ve lied there forever, basking in the moment, but shortly after the doorbell begins ringing frantically.

“Ah. Damn trick-or-treaters.” He says, sitting up and grabbing his clothes. You smile, sitting up. “Want to help me pass out candy?” He says, turning back and smiling at you. You nod, happy that he wasn’t just kicking you out. He gives you a t-shirt and sweats, which you were thankful not to have to get back in that costume. After passing out candy, the two of you watched a scary movie then had a round two… then three. That night before you fell asleep in his bed, you patted yourself on the back for your plan. This was the best Halloween you’d ever had.

[deanwinchestersmut]

Long time no see... :/ I KNOW I’m the worst fanfic writer everrrr! BUT I’m working on something a lil spooky for you guys so hopefully it’ll be finished soon. Sorry it’s been so long, I’ve missed you guys.

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Jensen on the set of No Rest for the Wicked | 3.16

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just-be-my-soul:

sams-soul:

SPN FANDOM TRADITION: ALWAYS. REBLOG. ON. TUESDAY.

DO WANT THIS TRADITION TO STAY FOREVER IN THIS FANDOM

ALWAYS.

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FANDOM LAW YOU MUST ABIDE

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ALWAYS.

[bucky-wilson]

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Did Dean having sex stumble across your dash?

I’m so sorr… Wait. Who am I kidding!? I’m not sorry.

What I meant to say was, “You’re Welcome.”

[deanwinchestersmut]

Hey! I was wondering if you had any fic recommendations where it's like forbidden love and Dean and the reader can't really be together so they have to sneak around. I just can't find any and was hoping you could help! Thanks 😊xx

I’m sorry I don’t know of any.... if anyone does please help!!

[deanwinchestersmut]

Are there any good dean Winchester smut accounts that you would recommend?

Yessss! I recommend @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog and @supernatural-jackles they have amazing stuff!

[deanwinchestersmut]

Hook-up Buddy

Dean and you have spent a week apart. You can’t wait to get back to your hook-up buddy, Dean Winchester.

Warnings: A little fluffy? Smut.

Word count: 980

18+ only

You drove home on Friday after a particularly hard week. There had been a nasty shifter situation in a town about 200 miles away. It had been one of your trickiest hunts yet, as you’d never dealt with a shifter before. Sam and Dean had given you plenty of information before your hunt, and you had felt confident before you’d arrived that things would go smoothly. However, your confidence dwindled when the shifter miraculously got ahold of your form and started running amuck looking like you. Long story short, they’d mugged a few people and there was a police sketch of you hanging all over town. Luckily the shifter hadn’t done anything most drastic than stealing a few wallets while looking like you. That could’ve been a lot worse. In the end you’d managed to find them and stick him through the heart with a silver blade. It had been the biggest relief of your life. What didn’t help was that the entire week Dean, your long time hook-up buddy, was calling almost every hour trying to make sure you were safe. The Winchester brothers you lived with weren’t able to go with you due to them having serious business with Castiel. The brothers were home now, however, and you were ready to see them. More specifically, you were ready to see Dean. This week had caused a lot of pent up stress that you knew Dean knew how to get rid of. You hid the gas pedal a little harder as you realized you still had a little over an hour to go.

When you got back to the home the three of you were currently shacking up in, you wasted no time of storming into the house and heading to the dining room you knew Sam and Dean spent most of their time researching and looking for new cases. However, when you got there, you were sad to see that Dean wasn’t there. Sam looked up, giving you a tired smile. He must’ve been sitting here for a while.

“Hey, glad you’re back.” He says, rubbing his eyes.

“Me too, where’s Dean?” You ask, wasting no time.

“Oh, uh, he’s in his room. I think he wanted to take a nap.” Sam says, motioning towards the part of the house Dean sleeps in. You nod, then turn away, wishing Sam good luck with whatever he’s doing.

You open the door to his room slightly, the room dimly lit by a dusty lamp in the corner. On the bed is a sleeping Dean. His arm is thrown over his eyes and he’s lying on his back. He’s not even under the covers. Next to him, there’s an old book flipped open to a page somewhere in the middle. You smile, he must’ve fallen asleep while researching. You tiptoe over to the side of the bed, then remove the book and put it on the floor, making sure to keep the page he’d left off on open. Once the book is removed, you slowly climb onto the bed. Carefully, as to not wake him, you lift one leg over top of him in order to straddle his stomach. When you’re on top of him, you give his chest a few good pokes, trying to wake him. He mumbles, and removes his arm from his eyes, but doesn’t seem to wake up. You frown, then place your palm against his shoulder and shake it. This gets him to open his eyes. He looks up at you, confused for a moment, then smiles and grabs your hands that are placed on his chest.

“You’re back.” He says, his teeth showing from his smile. You nod, tracing a circle on the base of his neck.

“Are you happy about that?” You ask, grinning. He removes his hands from yours, running them along your arms then to your shoulders, then traces your sides down to your butt. He grips you there, meeting your eyes.

“You already know the answer to that.” He says, pulling you down to kiss him. You fall against him, your lips meeting his with a smile. The two of you quickly begin removing your clothes, desperate now that you’ve finally been reunited. Once your bra is removed Dean places his hands on your breasts, sighing when your let out a soft moan.

“God, I missed you.” He says, and you let out a small sign in agreement. He flips the two of you over, wasting no time in removing the both of your underwear. He grips your hips, and you link your legs around his waste as he slides into you. The two of you begin a rhythm that expresses how much you missed each other, and there’s something in this that makes you feel like after this time apart you two are more than just friends with benefits. You locked eyes with his piercing green orbs, the two of you knowing that there is more to you than just simple hook ups. Dean begins to move faster against you, and you’re close just like he is. He buries his face in your neck, kissing you there and wrapping his arms around your shoulders. You let out moans of ecstasy, gripping his hair as you reach your climax.

Once the two of you finally come down, you can only hold onto each other. He removes his head from your neck, placing his forehead against yours. You kiss his chin, smiling when he lets out a small laugh.

“I should’ve asked earlier, but do you want to make this official?” Dean asks, and you pretend to think about it. He rolls his eyes, about to get up, but you grab his shoulders.

“You already know the answer to that.” You say, quoting what he said earlier about missing you. He smiles, and the two of you immediately go for round two.

[deanwinchestersmut]

Hey guys, I’m back after a very long hiatus. I know I’m inconsistent with coming on here, but I promise I will try to do so more often. I am just really busy with school all the time and I don’t really have time to do this. I want to thank all of you who follow me and like my writing, it means so much. I love all of you! Today, I will be posting a lil something for y’all. 

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[deanwinchestersmut]

Sex Dice

A/N: Requested. Dean has a game idea for the two of you! 

Warnings: sexual content

  Dean fiddled with the dice in his right hand. He’d been looking at you in a competitive fashion, and you weren’t sure if you could take his games any longer.       “Just roll already!” You huffed, causing him to chuckle.       “Getting frustrated?” He asked, his eyes wrinkling in the corners as he smiles at you. You cross your arms, leaning back in your chair. It’d been his idea to play this stupid game of monopoly. Now, you were stuck in this loop of moving around the board and losing all your money. It was absolutely frustrating, especially because Dean was kicking your ass. He finally rolled, landing a double six. You watched him move his piece around the board, a satisfied smile set on his face.      “Can we play something else?” You questioned, wanting to do anything but sit here for another round. He nodded, taking his hand off his character.       “What do you have in mind?” He questions, and you suddenly smile, maneuvering your foot over to his shin. 

 “I don’t know… got anything… hands on?” You question mischievously. His eyebrows furrow, then raise in understanding. 

      “Follow me.” He says excitedly, suddenly getting out of his seat. You look after him a bit confused, then decided to do as he says and follow. As you walk behind him in the hallway, you have to wonder what he has in mind.      Once the two of you are in his room, he holds up two fingers for you to wait. You nod, holding your hands behind your back. He pulls open the bottom drawer of his dresser, then reaches in and digs around for a moment. You watch him closely, surprised at how ecstatic he was. Recently he’d been in a terrible mood for no reason. This was a fantastic juxtaposition from what he’d been acting like lately. He pulls out a small bag, which he quickly undoes and dumps the contents into his big hand. You look, a pair of dice sitting in his palm.      “What’s that?” You ask, looking up into his eyes.      “Sex dice.” He says, raising his brows for a second then biting his bottom lip. You smile, shaking your head.      “Where’d you get these?” You ask, taking them from him. You look at the six sides of the two dice, wondering all the possibilities that could come from just one roll.      “I’ve had them for a while. I took them from some gas station a few years ago.” He says, placing his hands on his hips. You smile up at him.      “You stole these?” You ask in disbelief, and he rolls his eyes.      “The dude at the counter was an asshole, alright, I figured it was the least I could do.” He says, and you laugh.      “Alright, alright. Let’s play.” You say, smirking. He smiles back in a giddy way. The two of you sit on the floor crosslegged, and you feel younger for some reason. You go first, biting the inside of your cheek, a bit nervous. You throw the two dice down, leaning over to read what they say.      “Spank hair?” You question, then the two of you burst into laughter.      “What in the hell?” Dean says, and the two of you decide to veto that roll. It was Dean’s turn now, and you anxiously awaited. He was always more lucky with dice than you were.      “Alright.” He said, then rubbed the dice between his hands, blowing hot air onto them for good luck. You rolled your eyes. He gave you a wink, then smoothly tossed the dice between the two of you.      “Rub feet.” He says, frowning. You smile, and immediately stick out a foot.      “Wow. I love this game.” You say, and he sighs loudly.      “Alright, give em here.” He says, patting his lap. He was being a good sport, and you were taking advantage of the situation. You stuck your arms behind your head, leaning back as he took both of your feet in his palms. You gave him a wide smile, giggling as he frowned. He began massaging your feet, pressing his fingers into your arches. An idea pops in your head, and you suddenly giggle. He looks up at you, narrowing his eyes momentarily. You shrug, then lie your head completely back.      You let out a small moan when he presses deeper into your foot.      “Babe.” He says, his voice breathy.      “Hmm?” You wonder, your eyes closed. He doesn’t respond, causing you to let out another moan.      “Stop that.” He says, and pauses the massage. You laugh, then open your eyes.      “What?” You ask, moving your foot against his thigh.      “Don’t play with me.” He says, beginning to massage your foot again.      “I’m not doing anything.” You say, then let out another deep moan. He suddenly drops your feet and gets on top of you, attacking you with kisses. You laugh hysterically, dodging his mouth so that he’s unable to kiss yours.      “No babe, lets keep playing.” You say, and he lets out a groan.      “Fine. But I won’t rub your feet again.” He pouts.      “Would you rather spank my hair?” You say, smiling at his as he’s pulled away. He sets his head into the nook of your neck, letting out a chuckle.      “You’re killing me. This game is not going how I thought it would.” He says, and you wrap your arms around his neck.      “Lets just try a couple more rolls. You didn’t steal those dice for nothing.” You say, and he gets up, reaching behind himself in order to grab the dice. Dean hands them to you, and you squint an eye as you toss them down.      “Suck neck.” You say.      “Come here, babe.” Dean says, moving his head to the side and pointing at his throat. You crawl forward, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. You kiss his chin first, then work your way down to the base of his neck. You breath in his deep, earthy scent. You closed your eyes, pressing your lips to his collar. You begin to lightly suck on his skin, making sure to give him a big one.      “Jeez, babe.” He says, wiping your hair away from your face. You pull away, looking at the work you’ve done. He feels his neck, already knowing that they’ll be a huge mark there tomorrow.       “Alright, your turn.” You say, crawling off him. He grabs the dice from the floor, then rolls them.      “Suck area of your choice.” He says, and immediately grins. His eyes flash downward, and you know exactly where this is going. You smile, raising your eyebrows at him and playing coy.      “Where do you choose, Mr. Winchester?” You say, crossing your arms.      “Take off your pants.” He says, and reaches forward to do it for you. You help him, shimmying off the black shorts you’d had on. You lay backwards, totally ready for what was about to follow.      Dean gets on his elbows, putting his face close to your area. You clench your teeth, waiting patiently. Dean loved to make it suspenseful. He brushed a finger against your panties, causing you to jump. He began drawing circles on your inner thigh, then blowing cool air against your middle.      “Dean.” You sigh, closing your eyes. He reciprocates by taking the sides of your underwear and pulling them off, causing you to lift your feet. When you’re completely exposed, he wastes no time lowering his face to your center. He begins sucking on your clit, causing you to writhe beneath him.      “Dean!” You call, immediately overloaded with pleasure. He licks you up and down. As he does this, he slides his index finger inside of you. You let out a surprised moan.      “I thought it was just sucking!” You say, but he only responds by sucking on your clit again. This is what unexpectedly sends you over the edge. You orgasm slams into you like a ton of bricks, and you call out his name as you shutter beneath him. He holds onto your hips, continuing to eat you out as your orgasm lasts.       As you come down, he pulls away to look at your face. You laugh, moving a hand to your head.      “I’m really glad you stole those sex dice.” You say, and both begin to laugh.

[deanwinchestersmut]

Fixing the Mood

Plot: You fix Dean’s grumpy mood with a little surprise. 

<Reader x Dean>

Warnings: Smut

Requested x

         You laid flat on the bed, a hand tossed over your stomach as you stared at a crack in the creamy yellow ceiling. This motel was extraordinarily dingy, and you were used to crappy motels. A long puff of air left your lungs- you’d been bored out of your mind waiting for Dean to come back from his hunt. You’d convinced him to let you tag along, much to the dismay of Sam and him. They wanted you to stay back at the bunker to be safe, but you were going crazy being locked up. However, you’d done all the things you’d planned on doing when you reached fresh air a few days ago, and now you were wishing you were back underground.

           You’d been doing a lot of thinking lately that revolved around Dean. You weren’t sure if it was just the bunker playing tricks on your cooped up self or if it had been a serious proposition. It was the main reason you’d wanted to get out of the bunker- to make sure what you’d been considering wasn’t just because you were bored.   Hell, you’d known for a while now it would happen… and you and Dean had been a sort-of couple for about a month now. You wanted to have sex with Dean, making it your first time. You weren’t completely sure if he wanted to… well, you knew he did. But he never made any moves on you, and anytime you two got a little too serious when messing around he would stop it from going any further. He knew you were a virgin, and you wondered if that made him a bit scared of you. After all, you kind of knew he liked “experienced” women, so you weren’t sure how he felt about being with someone who wasn’t.

           You sit up when you hear the familiar rumble of the Impala pulling up outside. You run to the window, smiling as you see the boys in the driver and passenger seat. Sam looks exhausted, and Dean looks angry, causing you to stick out your bottom lip in a pout. It doesn’t stop your heart from fluttering when you make eye contact with Dean. He manages a semi-smile, and you wave back. The car is turned off and both the boys get out. You shut the curtain, waiting for them to enter.

           “Get your stuff, we’re leaving.” Dean says, his voice harsh. You raise your eyebrows.

           “Is everything okay?” You ask, and look to Sam in the doorway.

           “Yeah, just ready to go home.” Sam says, giving you a reassuring smile. You perk up, quickly collecting your stuff. Dean held the door for you as you walked out to the car, climbing into the back seat. Something about him was off. It was almost like he had a dark cloud surrounding him. You smirked, thinking about how you’ll cheer him up. Dean got in the car first- Sam was checking the three of you out. You place your hands on the passenger seat, pulling yourself forward in order to be eye-to-eye with Dean.

           “Hey,” you say, biting your lip and smiling giddily.

           “Hmm?” He grunts, looking to you with gentleness in his eyes. At least he’s trying to be less grumpy towards you.

           “I have a surprise for you when we get home.” You say, cracking a huge grin.

           “I’m not in the mood for surprises right now.” He says, looking away. Your smile drops, and you scoot back into the backseat, a bit heartbroken. Sam comes into the car, and immediately Dean pulls away from the motel.

            The card ride home is quiet- both the boys were in off moods. That, however, didn’t affect you in the slightest. You were giddy to get home and show Dean what the surprise was. He’d kept giving you a strange look in the rear-view mirror, it seemed like he felt bad for being so harsh with you before. He’d reached back once and held your hand for about 20 seconds before taking his hand back. You’d shrugged his rudeness off, anyway. You decided he must’ve had a really terrible hunt to be acting like this. You wondered what happened, but didn’t want to bring it up…

           When he pulled up to the bunker you nearly were jumping with excitement. You hopped out of the car, grabbing your things and running giddily inside. Dean was a slug behind you and dragged his feet. Once inside, he grabbed your waist, pulling you towards him.

           “Hey,” he says, and you smile.

           “Yes?” You ask, his eyes growing soft.

           “I’m sorry about earlier… what’s this surprise?” He asked, his voice low. Sam walked by, giving you two an odd look.

           “I know you don’t like surprises but you’ll like this one. I promise.” You say, and he raises his eyebrows. “Come on, I’ll show you.” You say, biting your lip and taking his hand. You lead him to your room, suddenly getting really nervous. Once inside, you close the door.

           “What is it?” He asks, looking around. You shake your head, stepping towards him. You wrap your hands around his torso, squeezing him against you.

           “I’m ready…” You mumble, smiling nervously up at him. He looks confused for a moment, and then his face turns into shock.

           “R-right now?” He stutters, his lips parted. You nod, getting on your tiptoes to kiss him. He pulls back after a moment, staring you dead in the eyes.

           “Are you sure?” He asks, his voice husky.

           “I’ve been thinking about it for days, yes!” You said, surprised when he sweeps you off the ground and brings you over to the bed. Immediately he gets on top of you, slowly kissing every inch of your face.

           “Babe, you don’t have to do this just because I had a bad hunt and have been in a grumpy mood.” He says, and you frown.

           “No! I’m doing this because I’m ready and you’re the one. I want to do it regardless of your mood.” You say, running your hands through his hair as he stares down at you with a grin on his face. He does the same, propping himself on one arm and using his other to run through your hair. Eventually, you inch together and touch lips. You smile against his mouth, and he uses his tongue to massage his way inside yours. You were dazed for a few moments, your eyes closed as you two slowly worked each other’s clothes off. You were completely naked and so was he.

           It wasn’t the first time you’d been naked in front of him, he’d accidentally walked in on you changing once. Now, however, he got the opportunity to see you without you turning and screaming out of shock. He only glimpsed down for a second, as you did to him, and suddenly both of your eyes snapped back up. It was as if a flame was ignited as you two reconnected, your mouths moving quickly as your arms wrapped around each other.

           You pulled away from one another for a second, Dean looking into your eyes with a question. You nodded, and he slowly pushed his way into you. You closed your eyes, and he stopped, stroking your face. You opened your eyes again.

           “It’s fine,” you say, and he furrows his brows.

           “Sure?” He asks, and you nod once more. His eyes look lovingly into yours, only causing you to want this more. You wrap your arms around his neck, giving him a passionate kiss. He slowly enters you, causing you to suck in a breath. Not from pain- just from unfamiliarity. He pulls away from the kiss, checking your emotions. You smile happily, urging him to continue. He thrusts into you, and you move with him. The rhythm builds, and you find yourself in complete bliss. One of his hands travels down to massage your clit, and you gasp in shock. He definitely knew what he was doing.

           You flipped him over, getting on tip and grinding against him. He grabs your hips, and you lean forward to kiss him. He grips your ass, causing you to move faster. You put your hands on his chest, using him as leverage. Noises from deep in his throat caused you to moan, the sound of his pleasure only turning you on even more. He flipped you back over after hearing your sounds. He grabs your legs, pulling them up and using the leverage to go deeper inside of you. You whine, telling him to go faster. Something low in your stomach was building- something you had yet to experience.

           “I’m gonna…” You say and then suddenly release. The orgasm hits you instantly, causing your legs to shake and you to call out his name. Dean comes with you, falling forward and laying against your chest. You wrap your arms around him, sighing happily.

           “Still grumpy?” You ask, laughing. He laughs, pulling back to give you a kiss on the nose.

           “I don’t think I’ll ever be grumpy again.” He says, and both of you move positions to cuddle.

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can I ask for a Dean imagine? where we are a couple(im a virgin) and I want to surprise him but he hates surprises and is grumpy for the whole day, but then I show him what the surprise is he gets excited. You know what I mean.😏😏

Working on it now

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[deanwinchestersmut]

“Pick up the damn phone, already!”

WRITING CHALLENGE (:

Prompt: “Pick up the damn phone, already!”

Reader x Dean

Warnings: Smut, Cursing    

Words: 2,350

 Dean, Sam and you had been chasing down a nest of vampires for about two weeks. They’d almost slipped through your fingers, until a girl went missing and the three of you were able to track her trail. When it was all over you were more than happy, and practically begged Sam to join you and Dean at the bar for a celebration.

           “Sam, please!” You whined, grabbing his arm. You’d only been working with the Winchesters for the past two months but already you were so close. Sam was like a big brother to you, and Dean… Well, he was different. Over a week ago you two had shared a few beers while sitting in the front of his Impala. The two of you talked about everything, and you were surprised he had so many insightful things to say for a guy who was usually either quiet or acting like a complete dork. You knew that he was charming. You watched him talk girls into his arms all the time, but what surprised you was when it happened to you. One minute you were staring into each other’s eyes and the next you were lip locking. It didn’t go passed that, and part of you was relieved it hadn’t. You knew he didn’t feel the same way about you; you had a major crush on the gorgeous man. Actually, you were head over heels for him. But you didn’t see any way he would like you back. He never hit on you, besides for the occasional flirtatious gesture, which you assumed was in his nature. Plus, all the girls he got with were insanely beautiful, so why would he settle? You felt defeated, so you chose to lock up your feelings and drown them in alcohol. Nearly every night you weren’t on a hunt you went out for a drink, and all those times you’d been accompanied by Sam. Tonight, it seemed like Sam wasn’t in the mood. Dean, however, was.

           “No. I’m way too tired from that nest. I’m about to pass out,” he said, stretching his long arms above his head. You pout, crossing your arms. Dean was standing behind you, ready to leave. The two of you were walking to the bar because it was so close to the motel. That was the reason Dean had wanted to stay here.

           “Fine, I guess you’ll be a loser all alone tonight,” you taunted, turning on your heels. Dean had the door held open, smiling at you on your way out. He closed the door, walking a few steps behind you down the road. Things hadn’t been awkward since you kissed, but things weren’t back to normal, either. It was like he morphed back to the person you’d first met: stone-faced and quiet.

           The further you walked, the closer he got to your side, eventually catching up next to you. The two of you didn’t speak until you were out of the motel’s parking lot.  

           “You look pretty,” Dean said, and you snorted.

           “Thanks, but that can’t be true,” you said. All you were wearing was a pair of jeans and a dark blue V-neck. It wasn’t anything special.

           “It’s true. You’re going to knock them dead at this place,” he said, acting as if you were some sort of little sister. You sighed under your breath, your heart dropping.

           “Thanks,” you said, withdrawing your defenses and taking the complement. The two of you walked the rest of the way in silence, thankfully only taking two more minutes to arrive. There were only a few cars outside, and you were glad it wasn’t so busy- that meant less girls for Dean to hit on in front of you.

           When you walked in, your thought about there being less attractive girls was wrong, there were at least 10 scattered around, all turning in your direction to stare at Dean. He immediately perked up, almost puffing his chest and you wanted to sigh out of aggravation. As you walked over to the bar, you noticed a few guys looking your way, too. Dean took a seat next to you, looking over his shoulder. You quickly ordered a shot, and downed it in a second. You ordered three more, and started feeling the buzz of drunkenness.

           “You might want to slow down, tiger,” Dean said, putting a hand on your thigh. You looked down at his hand, then back up at his face. For a moment you thought the two of you were sharing a connection, but he quickly retracted his hand and turned back to the bar.

As you were ordering, a girl came up, sitting next to Dean and leaning over the counter. She was nearly in his lap, trying to get the bartender’s attention. Dean moved back slightly, looking at the girl. She looked over at him, and then ordered her drink, then looked back to Dean.

“Hey,” she said, and you could tell she was slightly drunk. Dean smiled at her, nodding his head.

“How’re you doing?” He asked, and she smiled seductively. You nearly gagged watching them flirt, and your mood immediately turned sour.

“You’re cute,” She said, blinking at him with wide-eyes. He looked over

to you for a second, then back to the girl.

“Thanks,” he said, sounding as if he was blowing her off. You perked up slightly.

She left, and was almost immediately replaced by another one. This girl was nearly ten times more attractive than the last.

“Hi. Do you want to dance with me?” She asked, and Dean paused. You had to admit, if she had asked you to dance you would have. Dean nodded slowly, then got out of his seat. Your stomach dropped, and you watched her drag him to the middle of the room. It felt like you were being stabbed as you watched them dance close, the girl getting more and more sexual as the song progressed. You ordered another shot, then another, hoping that if your vision blurred she would be less pretty.

“Hey,” someone said next to you, and you turned, surprised it was an attractive male.

“Hi,” you said, hoping you didn’t sound trashed. You didn’t really feel too drunk yet, but your head was buzzing. You were in a good place.

“My name’s Matt, what’s yours?” He asked, offering his hand.

“(Y/N).” You said, smiling. From there, you two had light conversation. He would place a hand on your knee, saying something funny or smooth. You’d giggle, grabbing his hand. Every once in a while you’d turn around, catching Dean’s gaze. This encouraged you more, seeing him dance with her was making you act crazy. You leaned over, whispering in Matt’s ear.

“Wanna leave?” You asked, and he nodded, downing his drink and taking your hand. The two of you walked outside, ending up in the back of his car. You two drunkenly removed each other’s clothes, kissing and twisting together. You were about to remove your pants and bra when Dean’s head popped into your mind. Suddenly, you didn’t want to be with this guy. You wanted Dean.

“I’m sorry. I have to stop.” You said, and Matt pulled back.

“What is it? Are you okay?” He asked, raising his eyebrows.

“It’s just that…” You said, biting your lip. As you hesitated, he nodded, seeming to understand.

“You’re in love with that guy from the bar,” he said, sitting up. You two sat, both of your shirts off.

“I’m sorry,” you said, wringing your hands. “You’re very funny and attractive and nice, which is hard to find, but I just can’t,” you say, and he nods.

“Don’t worry about it, it’s totally cool. If I was in love I wouldn’t want to be with anyone else, either,” he said, nearly melting your heart.

“Thank you so much. I actually think you’re the coolest guy I’ve ever met,” you said, grabbing your shirt and putting it back on. He did the same thing, shrugging.

“I mean, I kind of am,” he said with mock pride. You laughed, giving his hand a squeeze and getting out of the car behind him.

“Thanks for not being a dick,” you say, kissing his cheek. You really wished you liked him, but Dean was the only person you could think about. As you walk back to the bar you hear a strange noise. You immediately tense up, hoping it wasn’t another vampire. As you look around, you make sure no one was there to see you. Matt had gone back inside, so you were completely alone. You lean down, removing a small blade from your boot. You lightly tread around the bar, cautiously turning the corner to find the source of the noise.

What you saw tore your heart in half. You dropped your weapon, and the two lovers turned to look at you with shock.

Dean was pressed against the girl he’d been dancing with, his fingers tangled in her hair. Her legs were wrapped around his waist, and you could clearly see they were doing more than just kissing. You turned on your heels and ran, sprinting in the direction of the forest; which was behind the bar.

“(Y/N), wait!” You heard behind you, but it didn’t stop you from running into the thick trees. As tears ran down your face, you wished you had never met Dean Winchester. All he’d done was drag your heart around, causing more stress to your life than necessary. You were a hunter, for Christ’s sake, the only thing you should be this stressed about is a paranormal being killing you.

Your lungs began to burn, and the lights slowly dimmed the further you got. You knew it was smarter to stop and turn around, but the idea of going back was humiliating. In your pocket, you phone rang; you knew who it was before looking. When you stopped, you put your hands above your head as you cried. You turned in circles, looking for the way you’d come in.

Eventually you found yourself sitting, curled up on the ground and trying to ignore the pain in your chest. It wasn’t fair; you hadn’t been able to hook up with a great guy because you were thinking of Dean, and he was able to have sex with anyone he wanted. You sat up, pulling your phone out of your pocket when it rang for the millionth time. You had twenty-six missed calls and ten voicemails. You hit end on his call, then clicked on the voicemails to listen to what he had to say.

“(Y/N)… Look, come back. I need to talk to you.” The first one said. You listened to a few more, each getting more and more heated.

“Pick up the damn phone, already!” he yelled, causing you to wince and retract the phone from your ear. You shut your phone, deciding now was the time to go back. As you sat up, you heard the sound of your name being called.

“Dean?” You said, loud enough for him to hear. A flashlight was pointed in your direction, and the figure behind it walked toward you.

“(Y/N),” Dean said, almost angry. “What were you thinking? It might not be safe out here,” he said, putting the flashlight down.

“I know,” you said, just above a whisper.

“What’s wrong with you? Did that guy from the bar do something to you?” He asks, almost growling.

“What? No.” You suddenly get defensive, pushing past him.

“Then what?” He asks, stopping in front of you.

“Nothing,” you say, brushing off his questions.

“Tell me,” he says, getting frustrated.

“No,” you say, trying to walk around him. He grabs your arm, stopping you.

“I can’t help if I don’t know what’s wrong. Can you just tell me?” he says, and you snap.

“I couldn’t do it, okay?” You say, and he suddenly looks confused.

“What?” He questions.

“I couldn’t sleep with that guy because I was thinking about you, while you’re out here fucking someone else,” you say, pulling your arm from his grasp. His face twists into understanding, and he looks ashamed.

“I had no idea you felt that way,” he says, and you become quiet.

“Well what am I supposed to do? It’s obvious you don’t feel the same way.” You turn away, starting to walk.

“I do,” he says, and you stop walking.

“What?” You ask, turning.

“I just thought you didn’t want me back,” he says, and your heart races.

“Really?” You ask and he nods, stepping towards you. He takes your face in his hands, and suddenly kisses you.

“Absolutely,” he says after he pulls back. 

“But... all those girls...” you say, drawing together your eyebrows. 

“What? In the bar?” He asks, and you nod. “No, babe. You should’ve seen the way all those guys were looking at you. I wanted to kick their asses,” he says, sounding angry. You smile, realizing that he had done everything at first to try and seem intimidating. 

“Why’d you dance with her, then? If you wanted to be with me.” You have to ask.

“I didn’t think you liked me like that. I was trying to make you jealous. Then I saw you leaving with him and I figured it was game over.” He says, and your heart drops. Had you been the one seeming unattainable this whole time? You smile at him. His lips are on yours again. 

Somehow, you end up with your back on the ground. In a frenzy the two of you are taking off your clothes, your breath hitching as he kisses down your body and pulls down your underwear. He kisses in between your thighs, his hands tickling down your legs. You moan, grabbing his hair. His pants are off in an instant, his eyes filled with lust. He leans back onto you, pressing his forehead against yours. He wastes no time pushing into you, and you quickly wrap your legs around his waist.

It’s not long before you build a rhythm by meeting his thrusts, buckling against him as you near the edge. He grabs your hands and holds them over your head; he kisses you softly, and then holds your gaze as you come undone. You yell out his name and your back arches off the ground.

When you come down, he’s kissing your neck and wrapping his arms around you.

“Oh my God,” you say, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him again.

“Damn.” Is all he responds with. The two of you laugh, and then take your time getting dressed. It may not have been the ideal place for the two of you to have sex, but it was one hell of a memory. As you walk back to the motel, you hold hands and go directly to your room for round two.