𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓/𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓
𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: Dean loathed vampires, but you're the almost exception. Suddenly, your unexpected thirst hits his doorway, making his cornered feelings show themselves.
𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕: tw for blood, oneshot, vampire/human dynamics, dean winchester has repressed feelings, kissing, slight similarity to demon blood sam, small plot, gorey comfort, no use of y/n.
𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔: thanks for the likes on my other post, im glad you enjoyed it!! again, please let me know if you have any tips or suggestions for a story like those.
also i was so invested in this idea since i've saw the episode 5 of season 6!! it was my main inspo and i had this idea that i knew would fit dean perfectly.
anyways, enjoy it <3
"𝑝𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑝𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑛, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑖𝑡."
You could remember the first time you saw Dean Winchester.
It was under the roof of the angel you were familiar with, the one who had helped you for a long time. Castiel asked for your advice during a hard hunt, where he found himself unfamilliar with the hybrid vampires. On the other hand, you were the person who knew the most about the species, since you were one of them.
When he mentioned your true form to the two brothers, Dean immediately denied it. He couldn't cope with such species, disgust coating his words.
"No, no, no… We're not calling a vampire! Are you forgetting that they want to eat us alive?!" He aggressively spat out the words, making Castiel furrow his brows in response, already familiar with the anger of the older Winchester.
"She's not a regular vampire… She doesn't eat human flesh." The angel answered firmly, trying to calm Dean down.
"What? What is this now, Twilight?" He referenced, making the other two men slightly confused.
"Dean, we should trust Cas… He wouldn't contact someone who wants to kill us." Sam added, taking a step toward Dean, who only shook his head with a huff.
After Castiel brought you into the room, you could see Dean scan you entirely, making you shiver slightly. They explained what was happening and what they needed help with, and of course, you helped, even accompanying them during the fight. When everything was over, you found yourself in Dean's company, sharing a beer with him in a quiet, curious moment.
"So… Human diet for you?" He started questioning, standing beside you in the soft breeze of the night, backs against the brick wall of the motel. His low voice caught you in surprise, your head turning to him for a brief second before realizing who he was.
"Since the last century." You took a sip of the cold beer, looking up at the shades of blue in the night sky.
"How– How does that work? Because… I've been a vampire once and just the human smell already made me dizzy." He said, raising his eyebrows and shaking his head once at the memory. You chuckled, thinking for a moment before answering.
"I eat basically the same as you… Just more. And raw."
"Raw meat? Damn, must be hard. I bet you ask for a lot of blood in it."
You smiled silently, letting the silence sink in for a few seconds before adding. "I can also walk in the sun." You looked at him proudly.
"You're not a real vampire." He said almost supicious with a laugh on his words, making you chuckle again. "I am, I promise." You replied with a smile, taking a last sip of your beer.
That moment didn't last long compared to your lifetime, but it made you wonder about the person Dean was under the hunter mask he wore all the time. Those few minutes felt like eternity, and a good moment like that hasn't happened to your life since a long while. e even gave you his number, which you hesitated to text – until he did first, sending you a few questions and texts occasionally… And it was good. And casual. Even if your lifes were none of those two.
But you were used to it. And in a few days you saw yourself doing the routine you were used to. The aggressive lifestyle and the dead man blood that hasn't thirsted you since a long time sank into your hours again quickly.
Lately, you had beeb talking to Castiel, asking for angelic advice on a new case you've been investigating. But the current situation was something you were unfamilliar with… And was also quite strange.
A vampire nest that you had broken into was attacked by demons. It made you feel so uneasy since you heard the words "We'll end them all" from the lips of a demon nearby that you saw yourself with no choice but contacting the angel.
You tracked him, knocking at the door of the cheap motel room he was staying at. When the door got opened, you were taken aback seeing no one but Dean Winchester, who immediately asked what you were doing there.
"Is Cas here?" You asked quickly, arms crossed.
"Yeah, but–" His words were cut by your quick steps invading the room, walking towards him with a worried look on your face.
"Cas, the demons– they're killing every vampire in sight." At your words, he immediately stood up, his expression confused as he looked down, thinking.
"What for…? They have an alliance, don't they?" Castiel questioned, abusing of his vampire knowledge provided by you.
"Yeah. There's something really wrong. And i think it might be related to the hybrid case you called me… But the thing is, I know where the demons are. We should go before they do." He nodded, ready to go, when Dean stopped both of you with an angry, yet confused gaze.
"Woah, woah… Wait." You stopped beside the angel, watching Dean walk in front of the door like a security guard demanding answers. "What exactly is going on here?"
You sighed, opening your lips to explain, but being cut by Castiel's voice. "When an alliance between two species is broken, they immediately consider killing their enemies." You nodded, then completed "Exaclty. Plus, the alliance between vampires and demons was stable for ages. If we break it even by killing the demons, maybe we'll stop it for a while before they play lower."
Dean seemed confused at first, but since he wasn't very familiar with what you were dealing with, he stepped aside, letting you and Castiel walk away hastily.
The hours slowly passed, and within every minute without news or two figures coming into the room, Dean's worry grew bigger. He couldn't quite understand why he was so worried about you. Of course, he would worry about Cas, since he's been on the Winchester's life for a long while, but you? He barely knew you, at least, not enough to be so anxious that he caught himself tapping his feet against the carpet.
After long seconds, he finally heard somone walk through that door – not calmly, but harshly, no knocks or warnings. When he turned his head, he saw only you – steps heavy and clumsy, a hand on your shoulder, pressing against it firmly with a look of pain in your face, a few cuts on your cheek and forehead that he couldn't quite see, hidden by the way your head hung low.
He wasted no time, rushing to hold you, his hands flew to your shoulders, guiding you to the bed, where he sat you down with a worried look, his voice coming out softer than he expected.
"Hey, hey," Dean called your name. "What happened? Where's Cas?"
"Hes grabbing some stuff with Sam– Ugh…" Your voice sounded nervous, his smell invading your nostrils intensively. You held yourself tight, trying not to lean a little closer just to smell him more.
His look on you remained still, eyes piercing into you in a way you couldn't look back, not in your current state. Dean's voice suddenly called, distracting you from your loud thoughts. "Look at me. What's wrong?"
You mentally sighed, knowing that you would have to look into his eyes in such a intimate moment. But you did, head slowly rising to match his eye contact. Your voice came out low, words hurting to come out. "I… got poisoned. I need blood… It's the only thing that can help…"
He immediately frowned in worry, looking at you like he had an obligation, making you instantly answer a never asked question. "No, Dean. Cas is providing something…" Dean's words cut you off, answering like he was responsible. "Im not letting you die waiting. Look at you right now!"
His rigid words made you shiver, not wanting to give in but making you think. The poison was kicking in. Fast. You could feel every single part of your body ache for his blood, his human blood that was thirsting you badly. Your ears caught every single sound in the room – the sink dripping in the bathroom, his soft breath, the breeze hitting the curtains – it was torture, and you only wanted it to end.
When he leaned in closer, you almost lost control, your hands gripping his shoulders automatically. You didn't wanted to – you swore that you would never taste blood again – but only his smell made your mouth water with hunger.
You knew it was over when he started to unbottom his flannel shirt, giving you a silent permission. It felt pathetic to let yourself be seen in that moment that felt so intimate with someone like Dean. With a hunter.
The look on your face was needy, eyes looking up at his in hope and vulnerability, when a soft word came out of your lips, pleading. "Please."
Then, in a second, you saw yourself gripping his shoulders against the mattress, teeth tearing his skin as you sucked his blood eagerly. His hand gripped your head, breath unsteady as he tried not to groan in pain. You sucked his neck for a good seconds before your instinct kicked in and made you sit up on the bed, lips covered in blood as you panted, handling him a piece of fabric to stop the bleeding.
Quickly, the poison's effects faded away, your thirst no longer lingering. And with that, your voice echoed softly, eyes drifting to his in assurance. "You won't turn into a vampire. My fangs don't spread poison anymore." He looked back with a furrowed brow, elbows against the mattress as he spoke. "I wasn't even thinking about that."
Silence filled the room with unspoke feelings and trust, your eyes quickly drifting to the door where Castiel and Sam stood, holding a plastic bag. You both looked at them, turning the silence awkward.
[…]
Your back rested against the wall, the outside breeze hitting your face as the moon stood upon you. The streets were empty, and your thoughts were full of Dean Winchester and his unknown reasons.
A figure stood next to you, who you assumed it was him. Your voice echoed, not bothering to look. "What an act you did back there."
He chuckled, stepping beside you and looking foward as he answered. "You know, someone has to save you, right? Couldn't just let you die."
You turned your head to his direction, looking at him. "Im serious. And i know I'll never solve your reasons, but… Thanks." You spoke genuinely.
When he turned his head to speak, no words came out, because his answer has between your lips and his, as he sealed them in a gentle kiss. Your hands traveled to his neck and hair, pulling him closer as he kept one hand on your jaw, the other on the wall beside you.
Dean's lips felt warm, his tongue velvety against yours for a few seconds that you definitely wouldn't forget, movements slow enough to enjoy it properly as you melted against his mouth. Finally, he broke the kiss, making you lean in need for more. He smiled, eyes locked in yours as he spoke finally. "You still taste like blood."
You smiled too, whispering lastly. "Im a bloodsucker, afterall."
𝒔𝒂𝒎 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓/𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓
𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: you start to notice Sam's gentleman attitude and start to fall relentlessly for it. But, somehow, he notices you.
𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕: fluff, cute, sam winchester is a good kisser, sam being a tease, the door to friends to lovers, small plot, oneshot, no use of y/n.
𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔: please let me know if you liked it!! im open for suggestions ;)
inspired by tears - sabrina carpenter
Sam is a gentleman. He has always been. He's the type of guy to do that, and he always did.
When all three of you dove into the hunter life, you were terrified of the idea to be the typical stereotype: the only girl in the trio who is totally dependent and invisible... Having to handle the two men's stupid attitude and being treated so low? Definitely not something that encourages you to keep going on the journey.
But when you guys started hunting together, that stereotype was beaten. Fine, Dean can be a bit of an asshole when he wants. And even if he treats women like he can handle every single one of them, he isn't the best example of responsibility in the world.
But Sam? Oh, with Sam, things are pretty different. He is responsible, careful, respectful, everything a woman could wish for... And you were starting to take a look at that. How he always held the door open for you to pass, how he held your hand for support when you guys had to climb over anything taller than 5 feet, how he would carry you if you got hurt on a hunt... And so much more.
Since the beginning, Sam caught your attention with his contagious smile and his way of wording everything just right. Plus his actions? That made you a little confused about your own feelings towards the man.
When you noticed those small details more often, you knew it was too late. You were so into him.
Of course you could mask it well in the beginning, since you were not the kind of person to make your taste for people obvious. If someone asked, you'd admit he was pretty much your type, but never to him. No, that would ruin everything you guys had built together. The trust between you two would be over if he knew a percentage of how much you noticed.
Especially when Dean kept repeating that speech of "hunters don't date". He reminded you enough to make the mere thought of attraction to his younger brother impossible to act on.
Recently, you caught yourself checking him out, and you were pretty sure it was so obvious. The idea of him catching you staring at his delicate touch on the books, his muscles that appeared clearly against the thin fabric of his shirt, the way his hands slid down slowly against your arms when he was worried... It was unbearable to not look. You just wanted to take him and–
Your thoughts were cut.
The sound of the clock hand ticking right upon you made your head shake slightly, blinking your eyes a couple times to put yourself back into reality.
A soft rain fell outside the cozy room the three of you were staying in. Scanning the room with your eyes, you get a reminder of the current situation. You were nervous because Dean left to drink, and since you and Sam weren't feeling like it, the only option was staying alone with him in the room.
You were sitting on the soft mattress, legs stretched over the bed, back against the wooden headboard, book in your hands that was abandoned for a good time since you zoned out in your thoughts. It was boring there except for the fact that you physically couldn't talk normally when you were close to him now. So, optioning for a break of your feelings, you stood up, calm steps over the room in your way to the door. Midway, Sam stopped you, calling out and looking at your direction.
"Where are you going?" He asked calmly, waiting for your answer as he stared. You spun, looking at him with parted lips, raising your hand slightly to point your thumb at the door behind you. Your voice finally came out.
"Oh, I was just going on my way to get something to eat. Y'know." You say in a low tone, eyes slowly driving down to avoid his direct gaze. He notices, and there you think "yeah, it's over for me. He found out." But then, he replies with a laugh.
A warm, unexpected laugh that makes your shoulders stiffen for a second, wondering if you sounded so pathetic that he was making fun of it. Your confused face makes him look up at you, shaking his head and not answering, making you ask.
"What?"
"Oh, nothing. It's that you can't even look at me properly without staring." He says, and you wonder if this is just a really bad nightmare. Your eyes widen slightly for a second, brows furrowing in confusion as you look at him like he just said that Santa was real.
"...What are you talking about?"
"About your stares, obviously." He answers so casually that makes you wonder about how long he had been noticing.
"Stares...?" You act dumb, hoping he bites the bait. He doesn't. Instead, a small smirk grows on the corners of his lips, showing his dimples. You keep silent, not able to answer for a good five seconds of parted lips and overthinking.
"Yeah. You really thought I wouldn't notice." He stands up, making the situation even more intimidating for you. Your eyes quickly go up to his, trying to look for an excuse.
"Sam, it- it wasn't like that."
"Yeah? So, how was it?"
"I didn't meant to- to stare so... So–"
"So?" He cuts you off, smirk still on his face like you're entertaining him. It's certainly not funny to you.
"I-Im sorry. You can–" You cut yourself with a small gasp. "You can punish me for that..." You speak a little more fast, spitting words that just randomly come up to your mind. Sam seems to enjoy that.
"I can?" He doubts your affirmation. You nod, seeing him step closer to you, eyes wandering yours in a way that you couldn't quite describe.
"Yeah, we would have a great time togeth–" Sam cuts you off with a gentle press of his lips on yours, making you instantly melt against him. His hands take the lead, going on your waist and lower back, pulling you closer. Yours stand in the air until you feel his touch against you first, placing them on his neck and hair after.
His lips are soft and velvety, his movements are gentle, his tongue involves yours softly like you always dreamt of. This doesn't feel real, but it feels just like how you always imagined. Sam touches you gently, fingers pressing against your skin as you kiss him back almost desperately for good seconds. You two slowly split up, panting against each others mouths.
When Sam looks at you, he smiles. And then you notice, you finally notice. He's been mocking you, making you desperate over nothing. With that realization, you protest, flushed, but still (not) upset.
"You– You were teasing me this whole time!" The words come out of your mouth, making him instantly chuckle in response, seeing how long it took you to see it. Your silence makes him tilt his head slightly, fingers gently touching your cheek, sliding down your jaw as he answers.
"Okay, I teased you... But, you could've just told me, you know. Instead of... Staring at me everywhere." You feel your face heat, rolling your eyes at his jokingly tone. A soft sigh drops from your lips, the comfortable silence between you two making the atmosphere warmer. Lastly, Sam speaks in a low tone, smiling at you softly.
