‧₊ 🍒⋅˚✮ jealousy, jealousy | dean winchester x it girl!reader
₊⊹⁀➴ summary : this was requested by an anon! Dean's it!girl girlfriend is forced to flirt with another man for the case while Dean watches in the background 💋🎱 wc : 2.2k
warnings : no use of y/n, use of princess, sexual harassment(uh), jealous Dean <3, Sam being the biggest instigator, badass reader
a/n : yay! first request, i hope i did it justice. i honestly didn't know how to end this so... hopefully you guys enjoy it and send in more requests! i'm probably gonna drop fics every week or so. however i am going back to school soon so i'll write as much as possible so there's always content for me to post for y'all. anyway hope you enjoy!
"we've been working on this case for 3 days already." you sigh, leaning back in your chair. you, along with the Winchester brothers, have been chasing after a lead that led your trio to Fort Douglas, Wisconsin. there was an article about mysterious, patterned disappearances throughout the town that Sam had come across. insisting that this could be a big supernatural case, the three of you hit the road before stumbling upon a cold trail.
"i know," Sam muttered, shaking his head before craning his head back down to his laptop and typing as though he had an essay due tonight. "it doesn't make any sense." Dean had said nothing this entire time, only sparing a couple glances as you guys talked. his eyes wandered around the bar, lingering on the pool table one too many times.
"i just don't understand..." you mumble, mainly a note to yourself than to the boys. picking up your beer, you took a swig while your eyes trained on Dean who was sitting across from you. following his gaze to the pool table, you place down your glass stating, "Dean, you look like you wanna fuck that pool table. if you wanna go play pool, you can go. we're not forcing you to babysit us."
Dean's gaze finally snaps away from that pool table, his brows furrowing as his lips curved up in an amused smirk. "who said i was babysittin'?" he jested before his face grew serious. Dean glanced back at the pool table, his gaze sharp. "Sam?"
"huh?" Sam hums, eyes glued to his screen before they flicker up to Dean.
"who does that look like to you?" Dean questions, nodding his head towards a guy standing by the pool table. both you and Sam look over at the pool table, searching.
the guy was leaning against the table, stick in hand. he had an alluring aura about him. tall, dark eyes, luscious rich brown hair, with a lean physique, and a smile that could kill. you scoured your brain for a memory of where you'd seen this man before. right as it clicked, Sam whispered, "that's the grandson of Elias Mercer. we saw him in the paper."
"bingo." Dean confirmed. "funny how he looks exactly like his grandfather."
"good genes, i guess" you scoff, your eyebrows slightly raised as you stare at the guy.
"...it's the same guy." Sam murmured. undoubtedly looking up a photo on his laptop. "the current photo and the one from 1939 look nearly identical. but here it says Elias Mercer died nearly 66 years ago."
"maybe he faked his own death and sold his soul to live forever or something." Dean shrugs. you shake your head, letting out a dry chuckle. "hey, it happens."
"i didn't say anything, Dean." you reply, hiding your smile in your hand.
"yeah. whatever, princess." Dean rolls his eyes, beginning to get up from his seat. "i'm gonna talk to him, see if i can get any informat-" Sam cuts him off, pushing him back into his chair.
"no." Sam says firmly.
"no?" Dean echoes.
"no." Sam repeats before he looks at you. "i think she should go instead."
"me?" "seriously???" both you and Dean question at the same time.
Sam nods saying, "i pulled up the statistics. all the women that went missing are all connected to Elias Mercer somehow. it's usually after they've had some type of romantic connection. the cycle repeats with his son and now his grandson. and Dean, unless you think this guy swings your way then you're welcome to go over there and charm his pants off."
"so you're saying you want me to go over there and flirt with that guy so i can go m.i.a to test your theory?" you ask incredulously.
"well... not necessarily? its just to gain information. not to date him or whatever." Sam clarifies, trying to make it all seem better by flashing a dopey smile. however, Dean doesn't seem too fond of Sam's grand master plan as he crosses his arms, looking as irritated as ever.
"Dean," you say, touching up your lipstick. "why so serious?" you laugh before fluffing up your hair and getting up. "you know my heart only belongs to you." you plant your lips on his cheek, leaving a faint kiss mark there in your signature lipstick color.
"as it should be." Dean simply replies. "come back with some good information." he pats your ass, sending you off to the pool table. he tries not to let his gaze linger on you as you walk away, already beginning to feel the bubbling heat rising to his chest. god this was going to be real hard.
rubbing your hands on you jeans, you approach the pool table. the man was playing against himself, handling the stick with precision. he carefully angled before pulling back and tapping the cueball causing it to bounce into a striped purple one, landing straight into the middle pocket.
your brows raise with mild interest. he seemed to be very concentrated when playing his game. with your hands in your back pockets, you got closer, clearing your throat slightly to get his attention.
"hey." he glances up, his face breaking into a charming smile. "sorry, didn't see you there."
"it's okay." you say with a man-eating smile. "I was just wondering, do you wanna grab a drink?" he looks at you up and down, the smile still bright on his face as he agrees. putting the pool stick away, he leads you to the bar with a hand hovering over the small of your back.
as you guys make it to the bar, you place your drinks with the bartender before you turn over to him. "are you from here?" you ask as you shift over a little closer to him. he gives you a laugh as he nods his head.
"yeah. basically my whole life." he replies casually. "i haven't seen a pretty face like you around here before." he glances at you up and down once more. it makes you wanna shift away from him but you don't.
its not like how Dean looks at you. while Dean could have his moments, his stare was more intimate. he loved you not just for how you looked but for the person you are. this guy just thinks you're an easy target, like his previous ones. but you're nothing like that.
"what's your name again?" you question, playing with your hair.
"Damien. Damien Mercer." he says. "you?" and as you give him your name, the bartender slides you both your drinks.
"hey isn't your grandfather... what's his name again?" you play innocent. there's something that flickers within Damien's expression. you couldn't quite catch it as it disappears as quickly as it comes.
"Elias." he quickly responds before changing the subject. "you know your eyes are gorgeous."
"well don't make me blush." as you guys lock eyes, you look away with your hand covering your mouth, you pretend to giggle when really you were just hiding how disgusted you are. "do you workout? you seem really strong." your hand trails up his arm, curling against his bicep.
that's when you feel it.
you felt a pair of eyes on your, searing into your back. as you discretely glance over your shoulder, you catch Dean's eyes. oh, the look in his eye was straight up murderous. he glared at Damien as though his gaze could pierce straight though his heart like stake. his jaw was clenched tight as his hands gripped the table. jealousy bubbled under every inch of his skin as Dean held back the urge to walk over there and show Damien who you really belonged to.
and of course there was Sam who shared with you a slightly concerned look but gave you a small thumbs up and a weary smile that only meant good job.
your attention was snapped back to Damien who had been ranting about his workout routine this entire time you were distracted by the Winchester brothers. you smiled, nodding along to what he was saying.
"jesus does she really have to be standing that close to him?" Dean practically seethes, already mentally planning where he could dump Damien's body after they were done with the case. Sam looked at his brother with immense concern, his brows knit together as he searched for something soothing to say.
"its just for the case Dean..." was the best Sam could manage as he mentally cringed at his choice of words that most definitely didn't calm Dean down. Dean's head snapped over to his younger brother.
"yeah and I could've gotten information from him too! we didn't need to send her over there so Mr. James Dean wannabe could pull some 40s pickup lines on her." Dean leaned back in his chair, eyes still trained on the pair of you as he crossed his arms.
"Dean," Sam starts, an amused smile growing on his face. "are you jealous right now?" Sam found all of this pretty entertaining. and it wasn't like he didn't send you over there on purpose instead of Dean.
"shut up, Sam." Dean gritted, rolling his eyes at Sam.
"i can't believe it! you're jealous!"
"am not." Dean scowled. "now shut up before i dump your body with his when we're done with this stupid case." Sam held his hands up in surrender but he couldn't help but let a few giggles slip.
"ahh, i can't believe you're jealous." Sam sighs with a shake of his head. yet the second Dean slowly turns his head, Sam straightens up. "shutting up." and as Dean looks back at you, it seems like you and Damien are standing closer to each other. much to Dean's indignation.
"you're really pretty, you know that?" Damien shamelessly flirts. he tries to discretely inch his hand closer to yours but you quickly reach for your drink, taking a sip.
"i've been told" you reply cheekily, hiding your smile behind your glass. "so you grew up orphaned?" Damien's charming composure seems to slip for a second before he masks it with a cough, feigning nonchalance.
"yeah. my mother was never really around and my father died- uh a bit after i was born actually. i was put into foster homes and things like that." he shrugs, picking up his beer.
"what about your grandparents?" you push a little harder. you could tell his family was a subject he was desperate to avoid like the plague.
"it's nothing interesting, really." he shakes his head, trying to move on from the subject.
Dean clocks the shift in your dynamic immediately, practically itching to run over there and throw Damien off of you. but he holds back, waiting for a better time to strike.
"you know maybe we could finish this conversation somewhere else. at my apartment maybe?" Damien leans in. now you can feel his breath on your face as his hand slips around your waist, pulling you closer.
"well... my friend is waiting for me," you eyes flicker over to Dean. "i can't leave her here on her own right?" you lie, an uncomfortable laugh escaping your lips.
"i'll pay for her cab home." Damien doesn't miss a beat. "lets just work this out at my place."
"i'm good, really." you insist, fingers pushing at his chest slightly as his grip on your waist tightens.
"yeah?" he mocks, his charismatic persona dropping into something more dangerous. "cause i think-" before he could get another word out your fist makes contact square on his nose, making him stumble back on impact.
without a second to loose, Dean is right beside you with a hand placed defensively on your back. "you okay?" he asks gruffly, eyes hardened as he gives you a once-over to make sure there wasn't a single mark on you.
you swallow as you nod, all the tension in your body released as Dean stands protectively beside you.
"you bitc-" you hear Damien growl as he advances towards you. in a second Dean steps in front of you, blocking Damien. you hear as Damien collides into Dean's chest.
"i think it's time for you to go, buddy" Dean smiles but there is nothing but malice behind it. Damien stalks off with nothing but a glare at Dean. immediately, Dean turns around cupping your face in his hands. "are you sure you're okay?"
"i'm fine, Dean." you reassure him with a roll of your eyes. "you didn't see that punch i landed on him?"
"hell yeah I did." Dean smirks. "that's my girl." Dean slings an arm around your shoulder as you smile and walks you back over to the table. sitting at the table, Sam looks up from his laptop with an amused expression.
"well it looks like you got that handled." Sam says, almost looking impressed.
"barely." you huff as Dean holds out your seat for you to sit down. "next time there's some flirtation needed, send the professional." you say nodding to Dean who simply shakes his head, sitting down in his own chair across from you.
"i think it was way more fun watching you go over there," Sam chuckled. "and watching Dean get all territorial over you."
"you're so done, Sam." Dean growls, pointing a finger at him.
Hey! I loved ur Dean blurb! Ur characterisation of him is so good and the dynamic between him and reader is super cute!! Would love if you could do one where Dean is a little jealous when reader has to flirt w someone for a case? 🤍💐 good luck with ur writing!!
ugh, i love the idea of this!! thank you anon for the request 🙂↕️ please put in more asks/requests! but for now, here it is <3 💌
₊⊹⁀➴ summary : "are you stealing my jacket again?" "borrowing." "...you borrowed the last three.” 🍒💫 dean winchester x itgirl!gf
warnings : none tbh, fluff!, lowercase intended, no use of y/n, sexual innuendos, use of baby, not really proofread
a/n : just a really quick blurb (that took a week lmfao). please send in requests!!
"how long does it take a girl to get ready?" Dean sighs frustratedly, rubbing a hand over his eyes. sitting in the backseat, Sam chuckles as he looks out the window over to the motel. the Winchester brothers have been sitting inside Dean's impala, waiting for his girl to finish getting ready for the past thirty minutes.
"Dean, you know her." Sam tries to reason. "it always takes her a while to get ready." while Sam had been a little more patient than his older brother, he was beginning to feel the rumble in his stomach growing more persistent. they were supposed to get dinner fourty five minutes ago.
"i know that, Sam." Dean stresses, turning off the engine of his Baby. "wait here." he says over his shoulder. not awaiting a response, Dean pops the door open and steps out leaving Sam and his grumbling stomach in silence.
as Dean steps through the doorway of the motel room, he nearly gets trampled over by his own girl as you rush across the bedroom.
"sorry, baby!" you exclaims as you grab a lipstick from your bag. "i'm almost done, i swear!" you knew how irritable Dean could get when it came to the amount of time it took for you to get ready. which was a long time.
"you're gonna be the death of me, woman." Dean mumbles with a shake of his head. his tone is on the borderline of annoyed yet that doesn't stop his wandering eyes from raking up and down your figure, admiring the way your jeans stretch over your ass as you bend over to dig through a duffle bag. god he couldn't wait to just absolutely ruin you later-
"are you stealing my jacket again?" Dean questions, his brows furrowed as he watched you hold up one of his leather jackets.
"borrowing." you reply casually, slipping both arms through his borrowed jacket. you smile to yourself in satisfaction as you're enveloped in the warmth of Dean's jacket, smelling just like his cologne.
"...you 'borrowed' the last three." Dean deadpans, giving you a look as he crosses his arms and leans against the doorframe. he didn't know whether to bury you alive or bury your head into the sheets. tough decision for a guy like Dean.
"and i'll borrow three more tomorrow if i'd like!" you retort, grabbing your bag off the bed. "now I'm ready."
approaching the doorway, you stop in front of Dean. "don't be so grumpy, Deanie." you say, squeezing his cheeks together with your hand and giving him a pitiful frown. "we're getting pieee!" you sing, smiling as he grumbles and rolls his eyes at you.
leaning in, you press a kiss against his lips. as you pull away, his lips chase after you. his hands fly to grip onto your hips. "i'm not done with you." Dean says lowly, a hand cupping your jaw as he pulls you into a searing kiss. his other hand is planted firmly on your hip, as though you were going to disappear if he let go. your hands are fisted into the front of his shirt, pulling him in closer. Dean bites your bottom lip, causing you to gasp into his mouth. this allows him to slip his tongue in, tangling with yours. Dean's hands slip from your face down to your ass, giving your flesh a firm squeeze. you whimper against his lips, emitting a low groan from him.
that's when you both hear it. the insistent honking of a car horn. as you both break apart, looking around, Sam ducks his head out of the impala's window screaming, "can you guys maybe not suck each other's faces off right now?" his smile was tight lipped.
"sorry Sammy." you sheepishly apologize, pulling away from Dean and making your way over to the car. Dean shuts the motel door after himself before chasing after you.
"yeah, sorry Sammy." Dean repeats with a wink. Dean opens the passenger door for you as you duck your head, beginning to get in. however, you weren't quick enough because Dean's palm happens to make contact with your backside with a loud smack!
𓏲🪽˚. ˖ . ݁ his angel | sam winchester x angel!reader
₊⊹⁀➴ summary : sam winchester teaches angel!reader how to work a television for the first time! 🪽📺 790 wc
warnings: fluff!, use of angel, a destiel mention??? (brief, lowkey, unintentional), lowercase intended, angel!reader is lowkey clueless, whipped!sam (aww) based off this c.ai character! (giving credit where credit is due), kind of oc!Sam(???)
a/n: this is my first fanfic on here! i've been reading on Tumblr since 2020 and always dreamed about writing something but i never did anything about it until now! so i really hope you guys enjoy and please go easy on me, it's my first time since wattpad. feel free to leave notes! and def send in requests if you wanna see more!!! 🤍
after helping Castiel pull Dean out of Hell, you had decided to join the Winchester brothers on their hunt. being an angel just like Cas seemed to have its perks, which helped a lot during hunting trips. however the only downside of being an angel was being utterly and completely clueless about the mortal world.
most of your downtime was spent with either Winchester brother explaining how basic things worked. last week, Dean had spent an excruciating half an hour teaching you how to properly toast a bagel without burning it into extinction. it cost Dean a bandaid and 6 perfectly baked bagels but at least now you know how to use a toaster without supervision.
tonight, Dean and Cas had left together to "run errands" as they called it. whatever that meant. that had left you and Sam alone in the motel room together, buying time till it was bedtime. currently you were laid down on your stomach on the edge of the lumpy motel bed, one hand propping your head up while the other was outstretched, the television remote in your hand.
for the past 10 minutes, Sam had been trying to teach you how to use a television. you felt as though you were starting to become a basket case. you jammed each of the buttons on the remote yet the film stayed still on the screen. it was some movie that Sam had put on, convincing you that it was good. something about time travel? blast from the future??? something like that...
"Sammy! this remote you gave me isn't working!" you complain, collapsing onto the bed with a frown. you looked up, trying once more by giving the remote a couple more harsh presses to no avail. this left you slumped in defeat.
"angel, you're holding the remote the wrong way." Sam replied calmly, his tone was monotone yet a small amused smile played on his lips. he was sitting upright on the headboard with his arms crossed as he watched you play around with the remote.
a small "oh" escaped your lips as you blushed, looking back sheepishly at Sam. you flipped the remote around in your hand, pressing the buttons once more. this time the channels started flipping making you sit up in excitement as you gasped, "Sammy! look, it's working!" Sam couldn't help himself but chuckle at your wide-eyed excitement, the way you were practically bouncing on the bed at a couple of television channels.
"yeah," he says, smiling fully now as you rapidly flip through all of the channels on the tv. news programs, soap operas, telenovelas, then Back to the Future came back on. you froze mid-button-press.
"oooh! wait, isn't this the movie we were just watching? the one about time traveling... with lightning...?" you ask, sparing him a glance before you look back at the television, leaning forward with mild interest.
Sam nods, beginning to explain. "Marty McFly gets sent back to 1955 by accident. he has to get his parents together or he'll cease existing."
"cease existing???" you repeat back, eyebrows shooting up.
"yeah, like he's gone. he won't exist if his parents never get together and conceived him." Sam clarifies. he crawls down the bed to sit right next to you on the edge. "do you still wanna watch this?" he asks earnestly. Sam didn't wanna force you to watch anything you felt bored of, that wasn't him. even if Back to the Future was his favorite movie
"yeah! it's a really cool movie." you reply. this causes Sam to beam, his dimples prominent. Sam has to look away for a second as he blushes, feeling geeked that a pretty angel like you actually enjoyed his all-time favorite film. god, he was in deep. that was when you suddenly gasped. "wait! look, it's the car!"
on screen, Marty McFly admires the futuristic delorean making its debut entrance, the "OUTATIME" license plate sparkling. you leaned forward so fast that Sam held his arm out, fearing for his life that you would fall off the bed in excitement.
"Sammy, look!" you exclaim, pointing at the screen with child-like awe.
"yep. that's the delorean." Sam grins but he wasn't even looking at the tv at all. his eyes were on you. you turn over to him with a glimmer in your eye, which could only mean two things. you either wanted something or you had an idea made up in your head. either way, it probably wouldn't end up in Sam's favor.
"what if we turned Dean's impala into the delorean so we could travel to the past too?" you ask Sam, hands coming to grip his arm with anticipation. that's when Sam's face falls, words failing as he hesitates.
"angel... i think Dean would murder us both in cold blood if we even thought about touching Baby.”
⋆ 𐙚 ̊. lover ! she / her. winchester's angel. 18. lana enthusiast.
what the fuck is patience?
sabrina carpenter. girl blogger. thought daughter. A&W.
MEN ,, sam winchester. dean winchester. clark kent. dean dilaurentis. mattheo riddle. theodore nott. nightwing. dallas winston. drew starkey. charlie bushnell. jack champion. mason thames. james franco. jess mariano. jj maybank. mike wheeler. peter parker. timothee chalamet. austin butler. milo manhiem. tom welling. frank castle.
MOVIES ,, superman. la la land. the outsiders. to all the boys i've loved before. pricilla. the princess & the frog. how to lose a guy in 10 days. mamma mia. call me by your name. 13 going on 30. obsession. harry potter. spider-man. jurassic park.
TV SHOWS ,, supernatural. gilmore girls. outerbanks. stranger things. my life with the walter boys. euphoria. bridgeton. never have I ever. the umbrella academy.
ARTISTS ,, sabrina carpenter. lana del rey. artic monkeys. ariana grande. the neighborhood. finn wolfhard. olivia rodrigo. mac demarco. the weeknd. tv girl. cigarettes after sex. abba. sombr. fleetwood mac. clairo. pinkpanthress. taylor swift.
MISCELLANEOUS ,, matcha. digital camera. journaling. reading. pinterest. tiktok girl blog. stuffed animals. purple. headphones. macbook. acting. gel pens. candles.
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