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Hi, my first time asking anyone anything, really. Are you willing to make Castiel [spn, obv] bots? I haven't seen any on your C.ai acc [love it, btw], nor have I seen any stuff warding off it [then again, I am new to your glorious account, so I may have missed something]. Can you tell I love your stuff? Hope you have a great evening!
hi tysmm! andd yea ofcc i would, i’m just lazy and kinda inactive atm so i haven’t made any of him yet 😭 definitely will tho eventually!
half of me wants to cradle a crying dean winchester and tell him everything is going to be alright and the other half wants me to bounce on his dick crazy style
summary; after a long hunt, you and dean are alone in the bunker, the silence heavier than usual. tonight, with no excuses left, the truth slips out — you were never just friends.
warnings; mutual pining, idiots in love finally figuring it out, lingering touches™, friends to lovers, accidental confession but not really, one bed trope’s emotional cousin: one heavy silence, touch starved but in denial, pure fluff, eventual kissing.
notes; hi everyone !! yeah, trying to capture tension between two people who are literally too shy to admit their feelings is a workout. my vape broke while writing this lmaoo.. (つ╥﹏╥)つ
words; 1488
The drive back to the bunker was silent, save for the occasional hum of the Impala’s engine. The case had been a tough one — blood, sweat, and a lot of swearing, and you both were wiped. Dean drove with his usual focus, one hand on the wheel and the other resting on the gear shift, his posture stiff from hours of hunting. You sat next to him, your mind buzzing, but you didn’t feel like talking. Not right now, anyway..
The thing about being with Dean, hunting with him for years, traveling together, relying on each other through all kinds of shit — was that it never really felt like you were just ‘friends.’ You were close, sure, but it had always been more than that. And lately? Lately it felt like something was shifting, and you didn’t know what to do with it.
You glanced at him when he let out a small sigh, his eyes flicking toward you for a second before quickly turning back to the road. You could feel the tension, thick in the air between you two, but neither of you acknowledged it.
The drive took longer than it needed to, probably because neither of you had much to say, but when the Impala finally rolled to a stop in the bunker’s driveway, you both seemed to breathe out a collective sigh of relief.
You pulled yourself out of the car, the cool night air hitting your face, and stretched. The quiet of the bunker felt heavier than usual, like the world outside was just waiting. Waiting for you both to acknowledge... anything, really
“So,” Dean broke the silence, his voice rough from the long night, “what’s the plan? Sleep?”
You gave a tired nod, but something about the way he said it caught your attention. His eyes were on you again, but there was something different in them. Something… softer.
“Yeah, sounds good,” you said, your voice quieter than usual.
You both walked inside, and there was this weird sense of being alone together that you didn’t quite know how to handle. Dean went straight for the kitchen, pulling a beer out of the fridge like he always did. You hesitated for a moment before following him, your feet dragging slightly.
“Long day,” he muttered, cracking open the bottle and taking a swig, still standing by the counter. You nodded, but for some reason, your heart was racing a little. You didn’t know why. It was just Dean. Your hunting partner. Your best friend.
Except that, lately, every little thing about him was making you feel… something. His voice. The way his lips would curl into that half-smile. The way he’d look at you when he thought you weren’t paying attention.
You looked up from the floor, catching him watching you. His expression was unreadable, but there was a flicker in his eyes, a hesitation in his stance that made your heart beat faster.
“You good? Nothin' hurts? I swear, if any of these assholes laid a hand on you—” he asked, his voice low, quieter than usual.
You nodded quickly, not trusting your voice. “No, im alright. Just tired. You?”
“Same,” Dean replied, glancing around like he was searching for something. “But, uh… you know, it’s just…”
There was this pause— an awkward, kind of heavy one— and for a moment, neither of you moved. It was like the world outside the bunker had faded away, leaving just the two of you in the silence. The kind of silence that used to be comfortable, but now felt like something more, something you couldn’t ignore.
You shifted on your feet, suddenly feeling a little too warm. “What is it, Dean?” you asked softly, unsure of where this was going but needing to know.
He cleared his throat and took another sip of beer, avoiding your gaze for a second, like he was working up the courage to say something. “I don’t know,” he said finally, his voice quieter, almost unsure. “It’s just… I don’t get it. Why is it that when it’s just the two of us, I can’t stop thinking about… well, us?”
The words hit you like a punch to the gut, and for a second, you couldn’t breathe. You just stood there, processing what he had said, watching him like he was waiting for you to say something. Anything.
But you didn’t know what to say. The silence stretched on until you could almost feel the weight of it pressing against your chest.
You cleared your throat, your fingers fidgeting with the sleeve of your jacket. “Yeah, me too,” you finally said, the words slipping out before you could stop them. “I don’t know why, either.”
Dean’s gaze softened a little, and he stepped closer, just a few steps, but it felt like he was right in front of you. Close enough that you could smell the leather of his jacket, the faint scent of wood and whiskey.
His hand brushed against your arm, a lingering touch that sent a jolt through you. Neither of you moved, both of you caught in this strange, unspoken tension that had been building for who knew how long. You could feel his breath on your skin, and the space between you seemed to shrink with every second that passed.
For a moment, neither of you spoke. Then, with a soft, almost reluctant sigh, Dean stepped even closer, just inches away now. His eyes searched yours like he was looking for something— an answer, maybe, or some sign that you felt the same.
“I think… I think I’ve been fighting it,” Dean murmured, his voice low, rough around the edges, like he was wrestling with his own thoughts. “Fighting this feeling. But I can’t anymore.”
Your heart was thundering in your chest, your breath catching in your throat. “Dean…” you started, but your words faltered as his hand came up, brushing the side of your face gently, his thumb tracing the curve of your cheek.
“Yeah,” he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper. “I think you know what I mean.” His eyes flicked down to your lips, then back up to your eyes, and you could see the question in them, the uncertainty. But there was something else, too. Something you couldn’t ignore anymore. Something that made your heart race even faster.
Without thinking, your hand reached up, brushing against his chest, the warmth of his body seeping into your fingertips. The touch was enough to make him lean in just a little, his lips brushing against yours in a tentative, almost questioning kiss. But as soon as they met, you both seemed to relax into it, the world falling away as everything clicked into place.
The kiss was slow at first, like you were both savoring the moment. But the longer it lasted, the more it deepened, the more you both let go of the hesitation that had been holding you back. His hand moved to the back of your neck, pulling you closer, and you responded in kind, your arms wrapping around him as you pressed into the kiss, feeling the heat of him against you.
When you finally pulled away, your forehead rested against his, both of you breathing a little heavier. The silence that followed was different from before— softer, warmer, like you had finally found the right words without saying a thing.
Dean’s lips curled into that familiar half-smile, but this time it was different. There was something in his eyes that made your heart flutter.
“I… I didn’t know how to say it,” he whispered, his voice almost a little strained as if the words had been stuck in him for so long. “But I can’t keep pretending I don’t feel it. I love you. I’ve loved you for a long time, and I’m done pretending like I don’t.”
Your heart skipped a beat, and the world around you seemed to stop, everything else fading into the background. You took a sharp breath, looking up at him, the truth of his words settling in your chest like a weight you never knew you needed to carry.
“Dean,” you breathed, your hand coming up to touch his cheek, your thumb brushing over the rough stubble there. “I love you too. I always have.”
His eyes softened, and for the first time in a long while, you saw him so completely open. No walls. No defenses. Just him. And it was everything you had been waiting for. His lips curved into that slow, gentle smile of his, one that spoke volumes without him having to say another word.
“I guess we’re not so good at hiding it, huh?” he murmured, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, lingering kiss.
“No,” you whispered back, pulling him close again, as if the closeness could make the moment last forever. You chuckled softly an continued,
“We’re terrible at it.”
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summary — dean had a rough day, and what better way to cheer him up than to let him have a little fun with you?
warnings — sexc time | slight degrading? | raw p in v (wrap ur whacker b4 u attack her fellas ! ) | overstimulation (?) | dirty talk if you blink | dom!dean | lmk if i missed anything !
wordcount — 1.2k
a/n – saw this n got a teeny lil idea so thank you @bajablastlover1 🙏🙏 (yes ik it isn't oral. i might make a part two of this but WE'LL. SEE.
dean was irritated and pent up, between the pressure of figuring out what the hell a vampire nest was doing in such a small town, taking down more than they should've, and being unable to have five minutes to himself to even give himself that release he craved. the hunt went sideways, and rightfully so, dean was pissed.
he didn't have an outlet, being his only outlets were bars to drink himself more than halfway to alcohol poisoning, and sex.
had dean not known you, he would've just found himself at a bar, drinking the night away and making fun of it with a waitress. now that he's got you? he didn't want to do that.
dean was heavily drawn to you, he couldn't explain why, but he couldn't care enough to think on it. you were stunning, witty, and were able to keep him in line. in dean's books, you were basically wifey material.
dean knew you'd had some feelings, hell, he'd reciprocated those same feelings, just silently. he couldn't have the girl who he'd been hunting with since before sammy went off to stanford to know he'd had it bad for ber. the smile reserved for just him, your beaming personality, and he knew he was in deep. he didn't even want to think about how often he'd imagine you sprawled out under him, and the sounds you'd make while he'd– oh yeah, he was fucked.
he knew he wasn't good news for you, from his commitment issues, his trauma coping mechanisms, or lack thereof, he knew it wasn't logical, but fuck, he couldn't even deny it to himself. he wanted you so badly. he couldn't help but think of you instead of the chicks he was taking back to the motel room to fool around with.
yet, that all went out the window, basically burning up in flames the second you stepped back into that motel room, the food you bought long gone cold.
the way he thrusted up into you had you seeing stars, the filthy words falling from his lips so naturally in low whispers, intensifying the building heat in your gut.
"jus' like that," he growled, readjusting your position, one of your knees now pressed into your chest, giving him a new angle, his cock hitting that spongy spot inside of you that had you babbling and hearing colours. the heat was now pooling low in your belly, burning even hotter with each thrust.
"taking my cock so fucking good, aren't you? like this sweet cunt was made for me, fuck, baby," his voice was so low, you probably wouldn't have heard him if his face wasn't pressed up into your neck, his mouth by your ear, making sure you heard every little whimper and soft groan you'd pull from his sinful lips.
his thumb eventually found your clit, his thumb tracing tight circles around the bundle of nerves, your vision nearly going white out of sheer pleasure, that coil ready to snap at any given moment.
“dean, de, please," your voice was a soft plea, your back arching against him, your fingers wrapped tightly around his biceps, your grip tight enough to have bruises to be discovered the morning after. all to avoid scratching and marking up his back, yet there were other marks and telltale signs of what you two got up to. not that he cares, it would just be a reminder of how he got you to be so blissed out on his cock.
"come on, sweet girl. gonna be good 'n come on this cock like a little slut f'me, hm?" he purred into your ear, his hands roaming up your body until they found the mounds of your breasts, kneading gently as his fingers found your nipples. he was trailing kisses down your neck until he reached your chest, lavishing your tits with his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive nub, pulling soft moans from you.
your climax was fast approaching, and dean could tell you were close based off your quick breathing and the way you were clenching around him tightly, hips moving in thrum with his own as his name fell from your lips like a quiet prayer.
with a cry of his name and an arch of your back, your orgasm washed over you like a tidal wave, your vision going white as you shook beneath him.
dean's thrusts slowly became sloppy and desperate, following you over the edge soon after, your name a desperate sound falling from his lips as the warmth of his seed coated your velvety walls, a creamy ring forming around the base of his cock.
it took you both a while to come to, dean's head rested comfortably in the junction where your neck and shoulder met, panting softly. he eventually pushed himself up onto his forearms, willing himself to pull up off you, and out of you slowly, a soft sound leaving your lips at the loss of contact, matching the small whimper that left dean's at the sensitivity of your lovemaking.
dean kneeled at the edge of the bed, his eyes roaming down your naked body appreaciatively. his eyes lingered on the aftermath of your heated moment, noticing his seed dripping out, a soft, sharp breath leaving his lips. his hand trailed down your body slowly, making you shiver, a soft whimper leaving your throat as his fingers found your slicked folds, one finger, then two intruding your hole once more.
"don't want that to go to waste, do we?" he asked, his voice a low whisper as his fingers pumped in and out of you torturously slow, making you writhe under his hold.
his thumb found your clit once more, tracing loose circles into the sensitive bundle of nerves as he felt your velvety walls clench his digits, his speed picking up ever so slightly, his fingers curling to hit that spot inside of you. he felt the way your hips lifted to try and attempt to match his pace, a smirk pulling at his lips. "what a good little slut you are, huh? not letting a drop of my cum go to waste, right?" he asked, his voice a low growl, again, setting your nerves on fire. "gonna come again, aren't you?"
and his words were your undoing, his name a loud cry from your lips as you gushed around his intruding digits, your head tossed back, and eyes screwed shut from the slight overstimulation.
dean slowly withdrew his fingers from your aching hole, a whine escaping your throat as he finally stood up from the bed, sliding back into his boxers and walking off to the bathroom. you heard the sink run for a few moments before dean's feet were padding back into the room, gently running the rag over your sensitive pussy, cleaning you up.
"shh, shh, i gotcha darlin," he muttered as you shivered, another soft sound managing to slip past your lips as he tossed the rag somewhere in the room, digging through his duffel for an extra pair of boxers to slip up your legs.
"didn't hurt you, did i sweet girl?" he asked, his voice soft as he rested up on the pillows, tugging you into his chest, arm draped comfortably around your waist. he took the wordless, slight shake of your head as a good sign, pressing soft, feather light kisses to the back of your neck. "did so good, baby. proud 'o you, sweet girl," was the last you heard before drifting off, a soft sigh of contentment making it past your lips.
ames' blabbers — yall i think my smut writing is good but i can NEVER tell if its js my ego saying that i am LMAOOO but i kinda rushed this at the end and i think you can totally tell idk. like i was ready to drag it but i didn't know what else to do PLS so i hope this isn't absolute shit though i did end up writing more than expected 😭😭 and pls mercy me if half of this doesnt make sense its nearing like 1am and ive had a long day LMAO
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