sypnosis ; halloween time with your family
warnings ; no harm done ( fluff )
note ; i feel warm inside. love them ;(
it was one of these off-days on bobby's house, only the five of you carving pumpkins on a strict order coming from you. of course, someone sane would never lose the chance to gather you favorite people to fight over such silly thing.
"that was supposed to be a face?" dean mocked sam, who was trying and failing to do the "scary face" classical carve.
you were trying to help cas to do something as well, once he popped with the big question. "why is that necessary?" cas said while taking off pumpkin guts off with that confused face of always -- "it's the jack'o lantern tradition. it's sacred." well, to you, it is.
"ya' idijits never used knifes or what? c'mon, that's just lazy." -- bobby called you guys out, one hundred percent parental. his masterpiece had been finished a long time ago and his worries now were the beer on his hand.
this was your own meaning of family, the raw definition of what it really feels like to look somewhere, to look at them and feel like home.
note; i've been meaning to write something soft & casual for the season, :v
halloween header credits; @cursed-carmine
what seemed to be only a few days on hunt became a few weeks once the four of you went on a streak of stressful hunting days and even longer research periods. deans first move when back in town was hitting a bar and dragging cas along, leaving you and sam on the motel
you're lying on the messy bed of the dark room, wasting time before you gave in to the tiredness creeping along the night, pressing buttons of the remote in a tedious pace, hoping to find a slasher movie that didn't suck. sam was changing clothes after washing all the grime off. the aftermath of long hunts were just a comfortable silence that settled alone.
the mattress cradled with your boyfriend's weight, lying beside you and watching the low-budget scary movie you found. a moment passed and he came closer until you two were completely cuddled, his arms around you, head on your chest. nothing else in the world could be compared to the comfort shared in these rare moments when it's just you and him silently caring for each other.
although all your best efforts, you ended up sleeping with him in your arms, tv playing in the background. it's the sweetest view ever, but if dean sees it, you two will hear mockery forever.
"dean, babe, can you check your phone real quick?" you called him urgently, briefly, late at night but still in time to get in touch with your beloved. it's close to halloween, you favorite season, and, of course, your favorite ghostbuster in flesh and blood needed a treat. dean rushed to open the attachment while on line, hands quick to check out what he hoped to be a new clue about the case.
he hummed positively, following the order to find the attachment you made so sure he saw before hanging. -- you, with nothing on but these silly devil costumes, or a few parts of it. horn tiara, that pointy fake tail, nothing else on. dean's hard only by the slightest vision of the material. he's fucking lucky to pull such ass off.
he'd be lying if he refused to stroke his dripping cock, a smirk on his face. you do know how to save a man who's missing you like crazy.
it's been a while since the winchesters met bobby's kid, a couple years younger than sam, and much more fun to joke around with, especially when bobby and sam leave the both of you alone to do research on their own . as dean's particular opinion, you're 'funnier', goes with a bunch of his best ideas ever. this goes straight to the situation you're both into now.
you both are panting restlessly, but just one is smirking for the past twenty or so minutes (you surely know who). your body's over bobby's desk, books and books of lore scattered around it since you pushed them away in regard to open some space for a greater reason. the corner of the dark wood is painted in white striped from the cum still leaking out of your hole, you chest pressing against the dark surface, ass up, face down - classic one, dean's favourite. he gave you the priority of making yourself comfortable while he recorded everything with one of the old cameras sam used to catch ghosts on flash, but this is a way better use of it. one hand firmly grasping at your hair, pulling you closer while he pounds each time harder, his moans mixed with panting, self-satisfied scoffs, one's that just gets you more annoyed (and slightly harder).
"smile for the camera, sweetheart" he pushed his hard, sloppy cock all the way up before getting the camera closer to your face, capturing a moan slipping through pouty lips that refused to do as commanded, eyes glassy staring at the camera before he repeated the same intensity of the thrust. you forced a weak smile. dean smirks, moans spilling out from himself lowly, dark as the shadow of you two doing such profanity over your father desk. your body is about to give in due the approaching release, but dean's free hand keeps holding you together until he fills you on the best angle he could. "you- mmnhg - you're the worst.." you whisper between hushed breaths, his hands working fast to position the camera on your left so he could capture the exact movement your body jerks, your neglected,throbbing cock spilling white over the wood table and clenching your walls so hard it milks the shit out of him with a big, satisfied growl following each final hit. "who's the worst now, luv?" he teases you one more time before turning off the video, pleased to get you into such perfect masterpiece of his own.
dean leaves a small trail of kisses over your shoulder, arms enveloping you by the waist once the camera is forgotten aside. "you liked it, and you know it."
warnings; established relationship, unprotected sex, public space, freaky, short
wc: 393
note; this is one was just a small draft i abandoned, not that great but still working as a first post
"it will be fun," dean had coaxed you minutes ago, pleading with a fake pout until you finally gave into the idea of entering the cheap motel pool with him, just some random underwear on since it was dark, late and lonely enough for some privacy. as much as the water just seemed a bit nasty, wouldn't hurt, would it?
now, you found yourself on the edge of the pool, legs swinging mindlessly on the strangely warm water, watching dean swim around like some overly excited kid, a pleased smirk on his face, moving in closer to you until he was in between you legs, hands on your thighs, "told you it wouldn't be bad, right, sweetheart? his hands up and down on a soothing pace. you just scoff, still not trusting the liquid surface just yet, hesitantly getting in with deans assistance.
"you sure no one will see us?" you murmured softly, your body clinging to his as he smirked from the contact, pressing your back against the classic blue tiles of the pool, "what if? let them know how good it is to throw all shit on air and fuck anywhere that seems great."
the connection growing, his dick wet inside you, water warm, breeze cold, causing you to cling further, your hole walls clenching around his cock as he pushed it inside with ease, the water making each movement flow lightly. your moans low, almost if you were just too scared to be loud and get caught, being fucked stupidly at late night. deans hands gripping your waist tighter snapped you back to reality, the pleased smirk on his face unfaltering, "sweetheart, you're so tense it just seems your trying to rip my cock in two." he chuckled out, mocking your embarrassment from his remark. you breathed out a rushed breath, relaxing your body just enough, your hole stretching perfectly around the length inside. his pace nice and slow, torturing him as he keep thrusting deeper, hands firm enough making you keep still, making you take all he gave, "fuck.. -- i'm gonna' cum so fucking fast.." your boyfriend could never resist your tight ass that much, walls clenching every time he hit your sweet spot, your body jerking at the feeling, the pace fastening before you processed the first blows. you're both moaning in union, so perfect that seemed practiced.
aroused, you cum too out of synch, urgent and eager while deans just hold you, making sure you take him until he comes no longer after you. for your luck, nobody came out of the front desk of the motel, nor anyone that could possibly be in one of the rooms. it was just you and him in the middle of the night, his usual arrogant smirk away while he kissed your cheek, “nothing happened, i told ya, didn't i?”
i love how cas is always JUST on the verge of smiling in lazarus rising, as if he really wants to express his joy at seeing dean but hasn't quite figured out how to do it yet
it's even funnier when you notice how he looks like he genuinely wants to murder bobby for interrupting when he's talking to dean
and then he turns back to dean and he's all soft and puppy-eyed and almost-smiling again
“We’ve become brothers. I mean, we’ve gone from 20-something bachelors to 30 year old husbands and fathers. But there’s nobody I would’ve rather spent the last 9 years growing up and chasing demons and fighting monsters with than this guy here.”
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