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High Voltage
Characters- Dean x Reader
Warnings- kissin’ Dean 💋
A/N- Well I am bright red from writing this, so hope you like it babe! Submitted by @impalapossible
The tension in the air was thick, both of you waiting for the other to act. You could feel the energy between you arc and spark like lightning, the tesla coil of your attraction near deadly. It wasn’t the right time, or the right place for whatever was coming to life between the two of you. Of course, when was it a good time for hunters?
You waited for him to fold like he usually did, an awkward joke to ease the tension. But he surprised you- he didn’t. Quite the opposite.
The next moment, you were pressed against the wall. His body covered your own, the heat and musk of him intoxicating you and overwhelming your senses. His mouth was right there, lips parted almost in invitation as you shared air in the short distance between you. “Tell me to stop,” he rumbled over you, “and I will.”
He waited a beat, letting the lightning spark up your spine, before diving for your lips. He nipped and nibbled at your lips, holding you tight tight tight to him. He tasted like the chocolate shake he had with his burger for lunch, all sinful cocoa and soft lips. He licks into your mouth, hot and hungry as his nose presses next to yours. You’re doing your best to keep up, each reaction drawing a moan from him that goes straight through you.
He finally pulls away, lips red and plump as he gazes at you. But oh, you’re having none of that. You grab firmly at his flannel, tugging him back into you, his chest expanding with each heavy breath against you. “I didn’t say stop,” you mumble before falling forward into him, feeling the ghost of a smirk against your lips.
Summary: If you weren’t trapped in your home because of a cold, the several feet of unshoveled snow definitely confined you until Father Dean shows up to offer some much needed service.
Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader,
Content: Fluff
Word Count: 863
Masterlist
A.N: This is going to be a two parter cause I actually had to shovel some snow today which took up a lot of time, as inspired by a story conversation with @lipstickandwhiskey
Summary: If you weren’t trapped in your home because of a cold, the several feet of unshoveled snow definitely confined you until Father Dean shows up to offer some much needed service.
Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader,
Content: Fluff
Word Count: 863
Masterlist
A.N: This is going to be a two parter cause I actually had to shovel some snow today which took up a lot of time, as inspired by a story conversation with @lipstickandwhiskey
Summary: If you weren’t trapped in your home because of a cold, the several feet of unshoveled snow definitely confined you until Father Dean shows up to offer some much needed service.
Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader,
Content: Fluff
Word Count: 863
Masterlist
A.N: This is going to be a two parter cause I actually had to shovel some snow today which took up a lot of time, as inspired by a story conversation with @lipstickandwhiskey
Summary: If you weren’t trapped in your home because of a cold, the several feet of unshoveled snow definitely confined you until Father Dean shows up to offer some much needed service.
Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader,
Content: Fluff
Word Count: 863
Masterlist
A.N: This is going to be a two parter cause I actually had to shovel some snow today which took up a lot of time, as inspired by a story conversation with @lipstickandwhiskey
The sound of shoveling snow woke you from your illness created slumber. You had been fighting a cold for the greater part of three days, and you hadn’t bothered to even leave the house or check the amount of snow accumulating on your sidewalk and driveway. Your sister had brought you some food and medicine on the first night, but she was six months pregnant and in no condition to be shoveling. Who would be out there doing it then?
You groaned as you sat up, threw a robe on, pulled your hair into a messy bun on top of your head, and headed towards the front door. You peered out and saw a familiar figure of a man creating a path for you.
“Father Dean?”
The man turned towards you. His cheeks were already rosy red from being out in the cold, but he was dressed for the weather with his entire outfit being some monochrome shade. The scally cap, over sized wool scarf, and pea-coat covered up any visible marking that he was the pastor of your church. He smiled warmly and waved at you.
“Hello Y/N.”
You walked out onto your porch. “Father, what are you doing here?”
Father Dean motioned to all the snow around him. “Shoveling. What does it look like I am doing?”
“Modeling for a fashion magazine.” You teased before a fit of coughs took over. Father Dean immediately dropped his shovel and moved towards you, but you held a hand to stop him.
“It’s fine. I am fine. Just a stupid cold. You don’t want to catch it trust me.” You held your elbow up and continued to cough for another moment. Once they stopped, you noticed several bags of groceries sitting beside your door. You furrowed your brow before looking back and Dean.
“Did you bring me all this?”
Father Dean nodded. “I heard you were sick and with the storm, I wasn’t sure how much food you had at home. I know what going hungry is like and I didn’t want you to starve. Which reminds me,” Dean fumbled with one of his pockets and pulled out a giant red thermos. He strode towards you, holding it out. You graciously accepted, twisted off the top to inspect the contents inside.
“Tomato soup. My own recipe. Well my dad’s recipe. The man wasn’t a great cook, but he made some darn good soups.”
You weren’t sure if it was the fever getting to you, but heat started rising in your cheeks. “Thanks. This was very kind of you Father.”
“Dean. Just call me Dean.”
“Uh, thank you...Dean.” A shiver ran down your spine. “I...I should go back inside. It is really cold out here and I don’t want to get any sicker.”
“That sounds good. Would you mind if I come in after I finish?”
You could feel his intense emerald gaze burning into you. Fiddling with the thermos cap, you nodded. “Sure. Some company would be nice.”
After about fifteen minutes of sitting on the sofa sipping at the soup, your curiosity got the better of you. You moved towards the giant window in your living room, pulled back the curtain slightly, and peered out to watch Dean work. Although you hadn’t ever seen him in less than a suit, you knew Dean was strong. His Uncle Bobby owned a local mechanic shop, and you had heard women in the parish talking about seeing Dean using the yard as a makeshift gym. The image of him flipping tires with his white collar on always made you chuckle, yet here you were, watching him laboring. You were certain it was wrong to have a thing for a man of God, but Father Dean made it so easy to sin. You had watched him from the pews for years. You couldn’t count the number of times you daydreamt about him, and here he was shoveling your driveway.
You looked down and took a sip of soup. Looking back out you caught Dean’s eye and the liquid suddenly got caught in your throat. You yelped and pulled away from the curtain, stumbling backwards a few steps. ‘Shit. He saw me staring.’
You started coughing again, and bumbled your way to sealing the thermos back up. You set it onto your coffee table and focused on breathing until the coughs once again subsided. You were angry at yourself for staring, but still curious to know whether or not he had actually seen you do it. You cautiously moved back towards the curtains, just barely pulling them back to look out. Dean was still working, but after every shovel full, he looked up at the window. When he caught your eye again, he winked. You subconsciously licked your lips, only conscious of the fact once Dean’s eyes dropped to them before he sheepishly turned back towards the last remain part of the driveway covered in snow. You watched him finish up as he nonchalantly started humming away and for the first time in days, the chills running down you weren’t coming from a cold. Father Dean was an illness you didn’t want to get over.
Hello darling. I wish you have an amazing day. Your writing is amazing. You're very talented and I appreciate you. Keep being you sweetheart. I wish you the best of luck this year. Have a good day. ♡♡
I got a notification and it was for your text post but it only showed "coming out tonight and 100% totally...." and I was like AWWW IM SO HAPPY AND PROUD FOR YOU then I realised you weren't talking about what i thought you were talking about😹
Well, I don’t have a fun coming out story. I am gray-ace though, so not the cishet so many assume me to be. I’ve been present for friends coming out though, and any of you little goofballs who are on any spectrum of gender or sexuality, I love you and you matter to me.
Also, nonnie dearest,you literally just made my day at 7:33. I don’t think anyone is gonna top this moment.
Coming out tonight and 100% totally @lipstickandwhiskey‘s fault for helping co-author parts of it and the idea itself, a super fluffy Priest!Dean fic. Prepare for emerald eyes, shovels, snow, and soup.
Written for the 13 Days of Impala Possible Halloween
Summary: Benny didn’t expect to find anyone who would ever see him as more than the monster he was. But that diner, and you. It changed his life forever.
Series Summary: Set 14 years after the events of “Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow”, Lucifer is roaming the earth again after being released from his cage. Angels and Demons are ushering in the apocalypse. And the reader and Dean haven’t spoken in several years. What happened to push them apart, and what happens when they meet again at Bobby Singer’s place when all the world is about to end?
Part Summary: Dean finds Bobby’s cupboards bare, but a hint of hope that maybe he hasn’t completely destroyed everything that the two of you mean to one another.
Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer
Do you ever just imagine Dean Winchester sneaking into your bedroom at night and nuzzling close to you, desperate for the comfort of your embrace and the warmth of you body after a particularly cruel hunt because I do.
Series Summary: Set 14 years after the events of “Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow”, Lucifer is roaming the earth again after being released from his cage. Angels and Demons are ushering in the apocalypse. And the reader and Dean haven’t spoken in several years. What happened to push them apart, and what happens when they meet again at Bobby Singer’s place when all the world is about to end?
Part Summary: Dean finds Bobby’s cupboards bare, but a hint of hope that maybe he hasn’t completely destroyed everything that the two of you mean to one another.
Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer
