Okay but Sam’s slutty skinny waist is perfect for being straddled by thick thighs 🙂↕️🙂↕️🙂↕️ (totally not self indulgent at ALL)
Okay but I have headcanoned Sam as a thigh man over tits and ass any day, the thicker the better (also not self indulgent at all) and this is making me think things....
Sam just loves the weight of you in his lap. The feeling of being pinned down, his hands gripping your thighs, fingers digging into your soft flesh deliciously, desperate to keep you there.
He gets hard the second you settle, feeling you pressed against him does something to his head. It makes all the blood rush away.
And when you ride him? He's lost.
His head is thrown back, the muscles in his neck pulled tight and glistening with sweat. His brow is furrowed, sucking in air through his gritted teeth, pushing back tears and pathetic whimpers as your thighs slap down against his, the sound obscenely wet.
He cums so much faster like this, blinding, desperate, filling you up as you keep bouncing, just to feel it leak out of you as your mind goes fuzzy, his completely short-circuited.
Once you finally call it a night and decide to stop torturing him, he's still gripping your thighs when he holds you close as he drifts off, certain to wake up and see little fingertip shaped bruises up and down the soft expanse of skin under his palms.
hi lol so i seen your ask for more dean requests.. ive never requested anything before lmaoa im so shy😭😭 but im willing to help out bc i love dean sm but anyways here's my idea:
so boom, reader and dean they like go on a hunt, and they're doing okay and stuff and then reader almost gets injured but they're fine and they manage to defeat the demon or wtv and so on their way back, dean and reader are arguing and he's saying reader is all types of reckless and stupid and lecturing them on how they could've gotten hurt. and reader doesn't really understand why dean cares so much because like sure they're cool but like they never figured they meant anything special to him even though they have a fat crush on him but what reader doesn't know is that dean has ALSO been pining for reader for like EVERRRRR so when they get home or wtv they're still arguing and finally reader has had enough of the lecturing so they say like "wtf is your deal" like why are you so mad? and dean is like "fuck, bc i care abt you dummy" and so reader's like.. what and dean is like fuck.. and so then they have the whole confession thing which leads to a REALLY heated kiss and then a makeout and passionate NASTY FREAKY PENT UP SMUT.. thank you for your time🥹
𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐩, 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭?
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!reader
Summary: Dean and reader argue. Dean and reader fuck.
An: this was one of those once you start you can’t stop writings. Like it all just flowed out. 2.7k words and more than half is straight smut. Thank you zayn Malik for pillow talk because that was on repeat. This is my first like real Dean smut, and the first time I wrote about giving head. If it’s bad don’t tell me. Also thanks for this request it was so much fun to write like wtf, I love angsty/gentle/dom Dean. I need him shipped to my front door. Thanks 😊
WC: 2.7k - Dean Masterlist
You could barley hear deans shout for your name over the ringing in your ears.
The demon, you had him right in your clutches but you slipped up, one second of hesitation and you were thrown through the termite eaten wall.
You groaned at the sudden pain, you rolled over onto your back as the demon took stalking steps towards you. He smiled menacingly at you "I might not be able to kill him. But you? You I can kill."
He grips the knife in his hand so tight his knuckles turn white. You try to stand up, to give yourself a fighting chance, you even begin muttering the exorcism, but he kicks you in your gut, sending you back a few feet.
"Night, night" he sings.
Your heart hammers in your chest, as he raises the knife, but before he could make any move to bring it down his body lights up like a firework.
He drops to the ground, behind him stood a battered and bloody Dean. His eyes raked your body for any major injuries before he helped you up.
"You alright?" He asks shortly. you swallow, nodding looking down at the dead demon.
In the car things were tense. Dean had been glaring at the road for the past fifteen minutes. He didn't turn on his post hunt music and he hadn't said a word.
You sat in the passenger seat, watching him through the corner of your eye. His jaw was set, eyes unblinking and his lips were pursed. He was visibly pissed.
"You shouldn't have tried to take him alone" he said finally.
You turn to face him fully, with knitted eyebrows "Excuse me?" You scoff.
Deans grip on the steering wheel tightens "It was stupid, and reckless you could've gotten yourself killed"
You glare at him "I don't know if you're aware Dean but hunters die" It's your job. You risk your lives to save those who need saving, you've long accepted that hunting may lead you to an early grave.
Dean laughs, though there was no amusement on his face "Yeah well not you. You're not allowed to die."
"Are you joking? That's a joke right?"
"Do I look like I'm joking" he finally looks at you, you could see the seriousness on his face.
You scoff when he turns back to the road, instead of arguing further you let Dean have his fit and hope that he'd be over it by time you reach the motel.
This was new, Dean had never gotten angry at your recklessness before. In fact he praised you for your quick thinking skills.
When you reached the motel room you knew none of that anger had gone away. Especially since he slammed the door closed after entering behind you.
You give him an irritated look, but he ignores you. "Sit down" he points to the bed. You wordlessly oblige, sitting in the corner of the bed.
You watch as he moves through the kitchen, most likely in search of the first aid kit. Once he found it he dragged a chair over and sat in front of you.
"Take off your jacket" he demands. You take it off.
"Lift your shirt"
You lift it.
His frown deepens as the forming bruise on your stomach. "You need to be more careful. Turn"
You turn on the bed, now facing away from him but you still argue "we're still doing this? Dean I'm fine."
You feel him lift the back of your shirt, and he freezes "take your shirt off" he says. You turn your head towards him with wide eyes "what?!"
His eyes are darkened with anger "you got a cut on your back. Can't reach the whole thing with your shirt on. Take it off." He explains.
Your breath catches in your throat.
"Do I need to take it off of you?" He asks impatiently. you roll your eyes, pulling the shirt off " I'm doin it. No need to be an asshole." You snark.
Dean scoffs, you quietly hiss from the alcohol pad he rubbed against the scar, "an asshole wouldn't care if you live or die"
"I don't know why you care if I live or die" you argued back. Some part of you should feel exposed, sitting shirtless in front of Dean. But you didn't.
He ignores you "That demon could've laid you out right then and there because you didn't wanna wait" you could hear the anger arising in his tone.
"Yeah, or he could've killed that woman" you defended, hissing when he pressed a little too hard to your wound, now adding an ointment.
"Better her than you." He says. It was so out of character for him it made you stand up from your seated position.
You look at him, wide eyed and irritated "okay that's enough. What's your deal?"
He looks at you confused "what do you mean?"
You lick your lips "I mean this. Why are you grilling me, why do you care so much, because last I checked I wasn't even in the top five most important people in your life."
It hurt you to admit it, because Dean didn't know but he had stolen your heard from you years ago and refused to give it back.
Dean stands, he steps towards you, his demeanor making him seem two times your height "if you had died tonight I would've brought hell to earth and killed every one of those son of a bitches" he says.
He's so close you cloud feel the heat radiating from his body. Your stomach twists with something pleasant and familiar "what?" You were breathless.
"Sweetheart, you're above everybody. Without you there is no list."
Your breathing speeds up, "what are you saying" his eyes are green again, and they're looking at you like you have all of the answers.
"I'm saying that I care about you. More than anybody, or anything. And if you died… if you died there would be nothing that could stop me from getting to you." Dean gets closer and breathing gets harder.
"If you're saying… what I think then I need you to tell me. Please."
Deans mouth opens, there's words are on the tip of his tongue, refusing to slip out. His mouth closes and your heart sinks.
Tears brim your eyes as you take a step back from him, but he's quick to grab you "I can't… every time I say it someone dies. But I do, I need you to know that I do." He promises.
His forehead meets yours and he grips your hips like he's holding on to a lifeline. His breath fans offer your lips, waiting for you to say something back.
"Show me"
A fire ignited between you. Deans lips met yours and it was like it all clicked into place. His soft pillowy lips against yours felt like heaven.
His tongue bullied its way into your mouth, making you moan. Deans hands wandered up and down your bare stomach, lightly brushing over the swell of your covered breasts.
Dean broke the kiss, bending down to lift you up by the back of your thighs. You wrap your arms around his neck and he kisses your chest, you moaned faintly running your hands through his slightly grown out hair.
Dean walks you both over to the bed, gently laying you down without separating from you. Deans hands trailed down, undoing the button of your shorts, he pulls away from you to pull them off.
He looks at you. Really looks at you, eyes blown with lust. "Fuckin beautiful" he mutters grabbing your ankle, he pressed light kisses all the way up your calf and all over your thighs, completely ignoring the place you needed him most.
You sat up, wanting to see him. You took the initiative to pull his shirt off, he grins cockily "you wanna see me too baby?" He teases.
You give him a chaste kiss, muttering a "shut up. Pants" against his lips. Dean laughs "yes ma'am" he stands up, kicking his shoes off followed by his pants.
You stood up from the bed, moving in front of him, biting back a smile, Dean looked at you curiously until you descended down onto your knees "oh fucking- Christ" dean groaned.
You smirked as you came face to face with his member, your mouth salivated as you pulled his underwear down his legs.
His cock sprang up making you gasp. He was bigger than you had imagined, and pretty. You grabbed his cock and dean almost lost all ability to stand.
You gave him a few pumps before pressing a kiss to his tip
Dean groaned louder, his hand found your jaw gently prying it open. You stuck your tongue out, Dean slid his cock into your mouth, you closed your lips around him and began moving.
"Oh- fuckin- oh yeah baby" his hand guided you, controlling the pace.
You hollowed your cheeks, letting your jaw go slack in attempt to take all of his length, you gagged when his tip hit the back of your throat.
You could feel yourself growing wetter as you watched dean try to keep himself together. He had began controlling the pace himself, rocking his hips back and forth.
"Shit baby, you're suckin me so good" he muttered, his voice was deep filled with lust "I could cum just from lookin at you take my cock like this baby" he says , but he pulls you off of his cock.
You whined, but Dean pulled you up from your knees, his lips found yours again as his cock nudges your fold making you quiver.
"That feel good baby?" He asked, you nod. Dean smirks, and leads you back to the bed, "it's okay honey, m'gonna take good care of you."
Dean reaches around your back and expertly un-clips your bra, pulling it off and throwing it somewhere. He immediately has his mouth on one of your nipples, sucking and licking like its what's keeping him alive, you arch up into him, grasping onto his shoulders for dear life.
His hand wanders down to your pants covered pussy and he presses his finger right against your clit, "ah- fuck Dean" you gasp.
He starts rubbing your clit, "does that feel good pretty girl?"
You nod feverishly as your hips with a mind of their own begin moving along with his motions. He stops briefly, and slips his hand into your panties, his finger slips between your pussy lips with ease "you're wet honey"
"It's your fault, you're too sexy for your own good" you mutter, pressing your lips to his.
He smirks into the kiss, slipping his finger into your hole, "oh my g- Dean"
"I got you, makin' you see stars ain't I?" His finger starts pumping in and out of you, curling at that spot that makes your lags quiver "fuck" you squeal, your hand grabs his wrist but it does nothing to stop his actions. Not that you wanted it to.
"I can feel you flutterin around my finger. You want another?" He asks, kissing your jaw. You nod pathetically "yes, ple- please"
Dean obliges, slipping another finger into your pussy. The stretch feels pleasurable combined with the steady pace of his fingers going in and out of you.
"I wanna taste you" he mutters, Dean moves down your body, positioning himself between your thighs, he kisses your inner thigh, then moves to the other one.
He blows on your pussy, the feeling sending goosebumps up your body. "Dean" you warn him.
"I know, just admirin this pretty pussy. Been wanting to you for so long." He kissed your pussy, before using his finger to spread your lips giving him full access to your clit.
He licked once. Then kissed, another lick. Another kiss.
"Fuck baby, look at you, drippin for me" he says as he dives in.
His tongue swirls around your clit, the most you let out was beyond pornographic, making him groan into you.
Your legs closed around his head, but it doesn't bother Dean. He slips a finger back into your hole, moving with practiced precision.
"Dean! Oh my- fuck- that feels so good" the words come out jumbled and barley coherent.
"You're rightening round my fingers baby, I can't wait to fuck you" Dean says into your pussy.
His unused hand squeezes your thigh ligh it's keeping him grounded. The feeling of him on you was almost overwhelming, you feel the coil in your pussy start to build.
You moan, way too loud. If you were coherent you'd probably be afraid of the neighbors hearing, but deans abuse in your cunt sent every thought that didn't have to do with him right out the window.
"You getting close?" Dean asks, his eyes stay on you, enjoying how thoughtless he'd rendered you. You nod in response, your hand moving to grip his hair tightly.
"That's it honey, come around my fingers. Let me taste you" he was controlling your body like you were a puppet at his mercy, your climax crashed into you like a truck.
You tremble as he continues his abuse on your cunt, writhing against the bed you struggled to find your breath.
Dean slowed his pace, noticing how sting the irgasm was, wanting to grant you some mercy. "That's it pretty girl. Did so good for me." He moves back up your body, kissing every patch of skin he could on his way.
"You're a dream" he says, wiping away the tear that had unknowingly fallen down your cheek. Your eyes connect with his, he's checking to make sure you're okay to continue.
"I'm gonna fuck you now. S'that okay?" He asks. You nod, blinking slowly "yes, please fuck me dean"
He kisses you.
He grabs his rock hard cock, pimping it a few times before lining himself up with your hole. He pushes in easily, his previous work helping him out.
Your warmth engulfed him entirely "fuck baby, y'so tight n warm"
You moan at his praise and the feeling of him filling you up. He moved slowly, stretching you open a little bit more, allowing you to get used to his size.
"I can feel you in m'stomach Dean" you mutter, Dean groans pressing is forehead to yours "yeah? M'all the way in your stomach?"
You nod. Dean picks up his pace when you start moving your hips to match his rhythm. "y'gonna feel it when I fill you up? Gonna pump you full of my cum"
his strokes hit deeper, rendering you almost mute. Dean takes one of your nipples in his mouth, and his hand moves down to your clit.
All you could think of was Dean. His scent, his cock, his finger rubbing your clit. Dean let out a low groan from his chest, "fuck baby, this pussy's gonna make me come. You gonna come with me?"
You nod against his forehead, nose brushing against his. He leans in closer, lips nearly touching yours "come on baby, come on my cock, milk my cock" he urged you. It was like your body wanted to obey his every order, because suddenly out of nowhere your climax hit you, stronger this time.
"Ah f-f-fuck! Oh my god" you moaned, clinging to Dean, he kept pumping in and out of you, rhythm a bit unsteady.
He bit your shoulder, groaning deeply as he filled you with his seed. His strokes slowed and deepened as he twitched inside of you, making you whimper.
You stayed like that for a minute, both of you coming down from your highs and coming to terms with the fact that Dean Winchester just fucked the energy out of you.
"Fuck baby, I knew you'd be a godsend but- that was the best sex I've ever had" he kissed your shoulder, then your neck, then your lips.
You smiled into the kiss "you and I both"
He pulled away, with one last lingering kiss. He pulled his softening cock from you, watching as your mixed down leaked from your hole.
"What does this mean?" You ask.
Dean scoffs "sweetheart I'll kill anyone who thinks of touching you in cold blood." He lightly slaps your thigh. You laugh tiredly in response.
He looks at you, seriousness creeping back into his expression "just- try to be more careful. 'Cause I need you here baby."
hi lol so i seen your ask for more dean requests.. ive never requested anything before lmaoa im so shy😭😭 but im willing to help out bc i love dean sm but anyways here's my idea:
so boom, reader and dean they like go on a hunt, and they're doing okay and stuff and then reader almost gets injured but they're fine and they manage to defeat the demon or wtv and so on their way back, dean and reader are arguing and he's saying reader is all types of reckless and stupid and lecturing them on how they could've gotten hurt. and reader doesn't really understand why dean cares so much because like sure they're cool but like they never figured they meant anything special to him even though they have a fat crush on him but what reader doesn't know is that dean has ALSO been pining for reader for like EVERRRRR so when they get home or wtv they're still arguing and finally reader has had enough of the lecturing so they say like "wtf is your deal" like why are you so mad? and dean is like "fuck, bc i care abt you dummy" and so reader's like.. what and dean is like fuck.. and so then they have the whole confession thing which leads to a REALLY heated kiss and then a makeout and passionate NASTY FREAKY PENT UP SMUT.. thank you for your time🥹
𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐩, 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭?
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!reader
Summary: Dean and reader argue. Dean and reader fuck.
An: this was one of those once you start you can’t stop writings. Like it all just flowed out. 2.7k words and more than half is straight smut. Thank you zayn Malik for pillow talk because that was on repeat. This is my first like real Dean smut, and the first time I wrote about giving head. If it’s bad don’t tell me. Also thanks for this request it was so much fun to write like wtf, I love angsty/gentle/dom Dean. I need him shipped to my front door. Thanks 😊
WC: 2.7k - Dean Masterlist
You could barley hear deans shout for your name over the ringing in your ears.
The demon, you had him right in your clutches but you slipped up, one second of hesitation and you were thrown through the termite eaten wall.
You groaned at the sudden pain, you rolled over onto your back as the demon took stalking steps towards you. He smiled menacingly at you "I might not be able to kill him. But you? You I can kill."
He grips the knife in his hand so tight his knuckles turn white. You try to stand up, to give yourself a fighting chance, you even begin muttering the exorcism, but he kicks you in your gut, sending you back a few feet.
"Night, night" he sings.
Your heart hammers in your chest, as he raises the knife, but before he could make any move to bring it down his body lights up like a firework.
He drops to the ground, behind him stood a battered and bloody Dean. His eyes raked your body for any major injuries before he helped you up.
"You alright?" He asks shortly. you swallow, nodding looking down at the dead demon.
In the car things were tense. Dean had been glaring at the road for the past fifteen minutes. He didn't turn on his post hunt music and he hadn't said a word.
You sat in the passenger seat, watching him through the corner of your eye. His jaw was set, eyes unblinking and his lips were pursed. He was visibly pissed.
"You shouldn't have tried to take him alone" he said finally.
You turn to face him fully, with knitted eyebrows "Excuse me?" You scoff.
Deans grip on the steering wheel tightens "It was stupid, and reckless you could've gotten yourself killed"
You glare at him "I don't know if you're aware Dean but hunters die" It's your job. You risk your lives to save those who need saving, you've long accepted that hunting may lead you to an early grave.
Dean laughs, though there was no amusement on his face "Yeah well not you. You're not allowed to die."
"Are you joking? That's a joke right?"
"Do I look like I'm joking" he finally looks at you, you could see the seriousness on his face.
You scoff when he turns back to the road, instead of arguing further you let Dean have his fit and hope that he'd be over it by time you reach the motel.
This was new, Dean had never gotten angry at your recklessness before. In fact he praised you for your quick thinking skills.
When you reached the motel room you knew none of that anger had gone away. Especially since he slammed the door closed after entering behind you.
You give him an irritated look, but he ignores you. "Sit down" he points to the bed. You wordlessly oblige, sitting in the corner of the bed.
You watch as he moves through the kitchen, most likely in search of the first aid kit. Once he found it he dragged a chair over and sat in front of you.
"Take off your jacket" he demands. You take it off.
"Lift your shirt"
You lift it.
His frown deepens as the forming bruise on your stomach. "You need to be more careful. Turn"
You turn on the bed, now facing away from him but you still argue "we're still doing this? Dean I'm fine."
You feel him lift the back of your shirt, and he freezes "take your shirt off" he says. You turn your head towards him with wide eyes "what?!"
His eyes are darkened with anger "you got a cut on your back. Can't reach the whole thing with your shirt on. Take it off." He explains.
Your breath catches in your throat.
"Do I need to take it off of you?" He asks impatiently. you roll your eyes, pulling the shirt off " I'm doin it. No need to be an asshole." You snark.
Dean scoffs, you quietly hiss from the alcohol pad he rubbed against the scar, "an asshole wouldn't care if you live or die"
"I don't know why you care if I live or die" you argued back. Some part of you should feel exposed, sitting shirtless in front of Dean. But you didn't.
He ignores you "That demon could've laid you out right then and there because you didn't wanna wait" you could hear the anger arising in his tone.
"Yeah, or he could've killed that woman" you defended, hissing when he pressed a little too hard to your wound, now adding an ointment.
"Better her than you." He says. It was so out of character for him it made you stand up from your seated position.
You look at him, wide eyed and irritated "okay that's enough. What's your deal?"
He looks at you confused "what do you mean?"
You lick your lips "I mean this. Why are you grilling me, why do you care so much, because last I checked I wasn't even in the top five most important people in your life."
It hurt you to admit it, because Dean didn't know but he had stolen your heard from you years ago and refused to give it back.
Dean stands, he steps towards you, his demeanor making him seem two times your height "if you had died tonight I would've brought hell to earth and killed every one of those son of a bitches" he says.
He's so close you cloud feel the heat radiating from his body. Your stomach twists with something pleasant and familiar "what?" You were breathless.
"Sweetheart, you're above everybody. Without you there is no list."
Your breathing speeds up, "what are you saying" his eyes are green again, and they're looking at you like you have all of the answers.
"I'm saying that I care about you. More than anybody, or anything. And if you died… if you died there would be nothing that could stop me from getting to you." Dean gets closer and breathing gets harder.
"If you're saying… what I think then I need you to tell me. Please."
Deans mouth opens, there's words are on the tip of his tongue, refusing to slip out. His mouth closes and your heart sinks.
Tears brim your eyes as you take a step back from him, but he's quick to grab you "I can't… every time I say it someone dies. But I do, I need you to know that I do." He promises.
His forehead meets yours and he grips your hips like he's holding on to a lifeline. His breath fans offer your lips, waiting for you to say something back.
"Show me"
A fire ignited between you. Deans lips met yours and it was like it all clicked into place. His soft pillowy lips against yours felt like heaven.
His tongue bullied its way into your mouth, making you moan. Deans hands wandered up and down your bare stomach, lightly brushing over the swell of your covered breasts.
Dean broke the kiss, bending down to lift you up by the back of your thighs. You wrap your arms around his neck and he kisses your chest, you moaned faintly running your hands through his slightly grown out hair.
Dean walks you both over to the bed, gently laying you down without separating from you. Deans hands trailed down, undoing the button of your shorts, he pulls away from you to pull them off.
He looks at you. Really looks at you, eyes blown with lust. "Fuckin beautiful" he mutters grabbing your ankle, he pressed light kisses all the way up your calf and all over your thighs, completely ignoring the place you needed him most.
You sat up, wanting to see him. You took the initiative to pull his shirt off, he grins cockily "you wanna see me too baby?" He teases.
You give him a chaste kiss, muttering a "shut up. Pants" against his lips. Dean laughs "yes ma'am" he stands up, kicking his shoes off followed by his pants.
You stood up from the bed, moving in front of him, biting back a smile, Dean looked at you curiously until you descended down onto your knees "oh fucking- Christ" dean groaned.
You smirked as you came face to face with his member, your mouth salivated as you pulled his underwear down his legs.
His cock sprang up making you gasp. He was bigger than you had imagined, and pretty. You grabbed his cock and dean almost lost all ability to stand.
You gave him a few pumps before pressing a kiss to his tip
Dean groaned louder, his hand found your jaw gently prying it open. You stuck your tongue out, Dean slid his cock into your mouth, you closed your lips around him and began moving.
"Oh- fuckin- oh yeah baby" his hand guided you, controlling the pace.
You hollowed your cheeks, letting your jaw go slack in attempt to take all of his length, you gagged when his tip hit the back of your throat.
You could feel yourself growing wetter as you watched dean try to keep himself together. He had began controlling the pace himself, rocking his hips back and forth.
"Shit baby, you're suckin me so good" he muttered, his voice was deep filled with lust "I could cum just from lookin at you take my cock like this baby" he says , but he pulls you off of his cock.
You whined, but Dean pulled you up from your knees, his lips found yours again as his cock nudges your fold making you quiver.
"That feel good baby?" He asked, you nod. Dean smirks, and leads you back to the bed, "it's okay honey, m'gonna take good care of you."
Dean reaches around your back and expertly un-clips your bra, pulling it off and throwing it somewhere. He immediately has his mouth on one of your nipples, sucking and licking like its what's keeping him alive, you arch up into him, grasping onto his shoulders for dear life.
His hand wanders down to your pants covered pussy and he presses his finger right against your clit, "ah- fuck Dean" you gasp.
He starts rubbing your clit, "does that feel good pretty girl?"
You nod feverishly as your hips with a mind of their own begin moving along with his motions. He stops briefly, and slips his hand into your panties, his finger slips between your pussy lips with ease "you're wet honey"
"It's your fault, you're too sexy for your own good" you mutter, pressing your lips to his.
He smirks into the kiss, slipping his finger into your hole, "oh my g- Dean"
"I got you, makin' you see stars ain't I?" His finger starts pumping in and out of you, curling at that spot that makes your lags quiver "fuck" you squeal, your hand grabs his wrist but it does nothing to stop his actions. Not that you wanted it to.
"I can feel you flutterin around my finger. You want another?" He asks, kissing your jaw. You nod pathetically "yes, ple- please"
Dean obliges, slipping another finger into your pussy. The stretch feels pleasurable combined with the steady pace of his fingers going in and out of you.
"I wanna taste you" he mutters, Dean moves down your body, positioning himself between your thighs, he kisses your inner thigh, then moves to the other one.
He blows on your pussy, the feeling sending goosebumps up your body. "Dean" you warn him.
"I know, just admirin this pretty pussy. Been wanting to you for so long." He kissed your pussy, before using his finger to spread your lips giving him full access to your clit.
He licked once. Then kissed, another lick. Another kiss.
"Fuck baby, look at you, drippin for me" he says as he dives in.
His tongue swirls around your clit, the most you let out was beyond pornographic, making him groan into you.
Your legs closed around his head, but it doesn't bother Dean. He slips a finger back into your hole, moving with practiced precision.
"Dean! Oh my- fuck- that feels so good" the words come out jumbled and barley coherent.
"You're rightening round my fingers baby, I can't wait to fuck you" Dean says into your pussy.
His unused hand squeezes your thigh ligh it's keeping him grounded. The feeling of him on you was almost overwhelming, you feel the coil in your pussy start to build.
You moan, way too loud. If you were coherent you'd probably be afraid of the neighbors hearing, but deans abuse in your cunt sent every thought that didn't have to do with him right out the window.
"You getting close?" Dean asks, his eyes stay on you, enjoying how thoughtless he'd rendered you. You nod in response, your hand moving to grip his hair tightly.
"That's it honey, come around my fingers. Let me taste you" he was controlling your body like you were a puppet at his mercy, your climax crashed into you like a truck.
You tremble as he continues his abuse on your cunt, writhing against the bed you struggled to find your breath.
Dean slowed his pace, noticing how sting the irgasm was, wanting to grant you some mercy. "That's it pretty girl. Did so good for me." He moves back up your body, kissing every patch of skin he could on his way.
"You're a dream" he says, wiping away the tear that had unknowingly fallen down your cheek. Your eyes connect with his, he's checking to make sure you're okay to continue.
"I'm gonna fuck you now. S'that okay?" He asks. You nod, blinking slowly "yes, please fuck me dean"
He kisses you.
He grabs his rock hard cock, pimping it a few times before lining himself up with your hole. He pushes in easily, his previous work helping him out.
Your warmth engulfed him entirely "fuck baby, y'so tight n warm"
You moan at his praise and the feeling of him filling you up. He moved slowly, stretching you open a little bit more, allowing you to get used to his size.
"I can feel you in m'stomach Dean" you mutter, Dean groans pressing is forehead to yours "yeah? M'all the way in your stomach?"
You nod. Dean picks up his pace when you start moving your hips to match his rhythm. "y'gonna feel it when I fill you up? Gonna pump you full of my cum"
his strokes hit deeper, rendering you almost mute. Dean takes one of your nipples in his mouth, and his hand moves down to your clit.
All you could think of was Dean. His scent, his cock, his finger rubbing your clit. Dean let out a low groan from his chest, "fuck baby, this pussy's gonna make me come. You gonna come with me?"
You nod against his forehead, nose brushing against his. He leans in closer, lips nearly touching yours "come on baby, come on my cock, milk my cock" he urged you. It was like your body wanted to obey his every order, because suddenly out of nowhere your climax hit you, stronger this time.
"Ah f-f-fuck! Oh my god" you moaned, clinging to Dean, he kept pumping in and out of you, rhythm a bit unsteady.
He bit your shoulder, groaning deeply as he filled you with his seed. His strokes slowed and deepened as he twitched inside of you, making you whimper.
You stayed like that for a minute, both of you coming down from your highs and coming to terms with the fact that Dean Winchester just fucked the energy out of you.
"Fuck baby, I knew you'd be a godsend but- that was the best sex I've ever had" he kissed your shoulder, then your neck, then your lips.
You smiled into the kiss "you and I both"
He pulled away, with one last lingering kiss. He pulled his softening cock from you, watching as your mixed down leaked from your hole.
"What does this mean?" You ask.
Dean scoffs "sweetheart I'll kill anyone who thinks of touching you in cold blood." He lightly slaps your thigh. You laugh tiredly in response.
He looks at you, seriousness creeping back into his expression "just- try to be more careful. 'Cause I need you here baby."
Summary: Sam misses you, luckily your stuffie is there to keep him company.
An: this is so cute omg. If my future husband isn’t like this I DONT WANT HIM! Based off of this request because I forgot to put it in the right way and I’m too lazy to re-do it. Fk it we ball.
Drabble - Sam Masterlist
Sam sat on his normally shared bed alone. You were away for a few days, handling family letters that you swore he didn't need to be involved in, which meant his usually shared bed was empty; aside from himself, and the very old, but well taken care of giraffe named Kori that you've had since childhood.
He was initially surprised that you even left him, you took Kori everywhere. Anytime you knew you would be sleeping away from home, Kori was with out a doubt tagging along.
Usually, you'd be here. In Sam's arms, and in-between the two of you would be the stuffed animal that Sam too, has come to love overtime.
But instead he was left with just Kori, who had an almost mocking smile on his face. "I'm not really about to do this am I?" Sam mutters to himself.
He sighs begrudgingly, grabbing the Stuffie and bringing it to his chest. The smell of you engulfed his nose and something inside Sam had finally allowed him to relax.
He walked around like that all day, Kori clutched to his chest, just like you when you're in need of comfort.
He sat in the library, absentmindedly flipping through old lore books when Dean walked in. He didn't notice at first. In fact, he and Sam had an entire conversation without Dean noticing.
That was until Dean glanced at Sam after the conversation ended, and laying right there in the middle of his chest was kori.
Deans eyes narrowed in on the sight, brain trying to comprehend the image in front of him. His grown man of a brother… reading a book about demons and hell… with his girlfriends childhood Stuffie on his chest.
"Sam" Dean says. His brother hums in response, as if anything about this was normal.
"Sam." Dean says firmer, more is insistent. Sam looks up from his book, confused and irritated "what?" He snaps
Deans eyes squint, looking from Sam's face, to the stuffie smiling mockingly at him, and back.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader - formerly Sam Winchester x reader
Summary: you and Dean get a little closer, hidden feelings come to light.
An: finally something for my Dean. I’m in a bit of a Dean phase rn I can’t even lie, like I’ve been absorbing so much Dean content as of late so here’s to that. Definitely gonna do a part three where they finally… yk.
wc: 1.9k - Dean Masterlist - part 1
You left home.
The change had been simple at first. You had cut Sam from your life in the ways that mattered. That was every way.
You supposed it was because you had accepted a long time ago that you and Sam weren't meant to be. That maybe the budding feelings you've had for his brother was the universes fucked up way of ruining the small family you had.
It hadn't. It had just opened your eyes to the bigger picture.
You were at a park, sitting on a bench watching the lives of men, women, and children who hadn't been tainted with the knowledge of too much.
You sighed, pulling your knees to your chest, praying that the approaching footsteps weren't who you thought they were.
"You ever plan on comin home?" Said a familiar voice that you had come to miss. You shrugged your shoulders. "Didn't know if I was still welcome." You replied.
Dean takes a seat next to you. You can feel the warmth of his body even through the layers of clothing he insists looked sexy.
He snorts "please. Sam and I say worse things to each other on a daily basis" he tries to comfort. You knew he wasn't truly aware of your inner turmoil.
You shook your head, looking at him, he looked like he hadn't been sleeping, and drinking too much, even for him. "I meant what I said Dean. Sam and I… were done. I think we have been for a long time and just refused to accept it."
Deans eyes connect with yours, his eyebrows were drawn and the frown on his face deepened. "Sam loves you"
You laughed bitterly "he left me Dean. Over and over. Would you do that to… someone?" 'To me' is what you meant, but you couldn't say it.
Deans expression didn't waver, but his anwser came immediately "I'd take myself out before I willingly leave… someone I love" 'before I willingly leave you' is what he meant but couldn't say. "I'd- I'd like to say Sam would do the same… but-" he couldn't finish his sentence as if finally accepting what you already had.
You swallowed harshly, understanding perfectly "right"
"Right"
You went home with him. Against your better judgment you did.
You looked around the bunker cautiously, not ready to face Sam and the final acceptance that comes with it.
Dean noticed the caution on your face "He's not here. Left out this morning for a hunt. Shouldn't be back for a few days."
Your body visibly relaxed. What Dean refrained from telling you, was that he made Sam go because he knew you were less likely to come home if he was there.
You looked at Dean, who looked just a few pounds lighter. "Thank you for bringing me home" you said, giving him a soft smile before taking off to your room.
You spent the rest of the day there.
You were in the middle of making your bed when a knock sounded at your cracked door. You looked over and it was Dean, pushing the door open further, his apron on and a plate in his hand.
You raised your eyebrows, he cleared his throat "I uh- figured you were-" he gestured at your new change of clothes "decent, since your door was open" his ears reddened
You smiled "lucky you" you mused.
He gave a small smile, "yeah… well I made you dinner. Know you like my burgers so I fired up the grill" he held out the plate to you.
You walked towards him, grabbing the plate noticing how he kept the burger meat seperate from the bun and all of the toppings to the side because you hated soggy burger buns.
"Thank you Dean." You said, the smile on your face growing. "I- did you already eat? Or can I join you?"
"Uh no, I was gonna watch a movie in the Dean cave, you can join if you want." He offered.
You nodded "yeah of course"
That's how you spent the night, Dean, a snack bowl he had prepared (with the hopes of you joining him) and a cowboy movie.
You spent half of it giggling at deans dramatic but accurate reinactions of the movie.
The next half you spent asleep, head in deans lap. He had moved you because your head kept slipping from his shoulder.
His heart sank and soared at the sight of you in his lap. On one hand, the guilt from the feelings that had been eating him alive for years was gnawing at him more than ever. Sam's his brother, he'd do anything for him.
But in the other hand he couldn’t deny that his brother didn't deserve you. The woman that picked him up after every fight, the one who stayed beside him even after he'd done something to humiliate her (yet again) the woman he kept proving would never be the one for him.
Dean couldn't fault you for leaving Sam. Hell he'd prayed for the day that you realized he wasn't it for you. Selfishly he prayed for the day that you looked towards him with eyes that looked at him like he hung the stars and moon for you. Because he would.
Of all the things in the world Dean would do anything for you. Anything. Even if it came down to it- betraying his brother.
He tuned out the galloping sounds coming from the tv, focus set solely on you. His thumb caressed your jaw, holding back from saying everything his heart pleaded of him.
Three words and eight letters. Except he couldn't say them, not out loud. Not to you.
You woke up in your bed, your mind immediately reminded you of last night. You smiled to yourself at the content you felt.
It had been a long time since you felt that. Content. Not worrying yourself to the ground wondering if the man you loved truly loved you back. Now it didn't matter.
You slipped out of bed, quietly making your way to the kitchen to put coffee on. Your foot tapped impatiently, waiting for the coffee to finish brewing before realizing you needed a mug.
You moved towards the cabinet where the mugs were kept, groaning in irritation when you noticed the mugs far too out of your reach. "Seriously?" You muttered.
"Need a hand?" Deans voice infiltrated your ears. You turned around, eyes locking with Dean who looked at you with raised eyebrows.
You nod, stepping back. Dean brushed past you, effortlessly grabbing a mug and placing it in your hand. He glances as the coffee maker "enough for me?" He asks. You nod, he turns to grab one for himself.
"You always bring me back." you spill randomly.
He looks at you, confused and intrigued "what do you mean" his eyes narrow in the way they always did when he was trying to decipher something.
His gaze was heavy on you, like you could physically feel the weight of it. It made your heart flutter, the familiarity of it.
You turned away from him, opting to pour your coffee than watch his reaction to the words about to spill from your mouth. "When Sam messes up. Or when he decides that I'm no longer needed in the next chapter of his life. It's never him to come pick up the pieces" you explain as the coffee fills the cup.
Dean was caught off guard. Of course he knew that. Because something in him. Some sick and twisted part of him kept hoping that one day its be him that you come home to.
"Why?" You asked
'I'd be better for you. I bring you back because even with Sam I can't do this without you. I don't wanna. I want you to hurt anymore but I can't sit and watch you go.' It's what his heart said.
"Because you deserve better" was what slipped out. His gaze stayed heavy on your back, the weight almost felt like a plea. For everything and nothing at the same time.
Please let me down easy.
Please give yourself to me.
You placed the mug down on the counter, letting out a breath "I need more than that Dean. Tell me the truth." You knew there was more. You felt it and you knew he did too.
"I- look at me. Please" Dean softly demanded. You turned to him, his eyes were softer, shoulders sagging, body looking like it was half in, half out.
He moved closer to you, "I- I bring you back because I need you here." His hands grab yours " even if I can never have you, even if you're Sam's-"
"I'm not"
"Doesn't matter. You were and I can't have you because of it. But I'd rather have you around than not at all."
Your vision blurs, tears filling your waterline. "You can have me. For once be selfish." You pleaded with him. Dean closed his eyes, forehead leaning against yours "you still love Sam" he tells you.
You shake your head ready to object but he cuts you off "and even if you don't. You're off limits to me."
"I don't have to be" you muttered "he's your brother, but where was he when you were In purgatory? While I spent night and day trying to find you? In bed with another woman. One he loved."
Dean pulled away from you, he looked shocked. As if you had burned him. "You looked for me?" He asked breathlessly.
"I never stopped."
In the blink of an eye he was on you. His lips pressed against yours and for the first time ever your world seemed at peace. You moaned into his kiss, your hand moving to the back of his head and tangling in his hair.
"Thought you forgot about me" he muttered against your lips. You whined in response because how could he possibly think that? "I could never." You promised.
Deans tongue danced with yours, both of your breathing harsh and heavy against the others skin. It was so wrong, but it felt so right.
Dean grabbed your hips, pulling you as flush with him as possible. He pulled away from the kiss, his lust blown eyes connecting with your own "I need you to be mine now" he said. His eyebrows were pulled together and he looked two seconds from dropping to his knees.
He wasn't going to beg you. Not verbally. And even if he did, you didn't need to. The second you realized that Dean was the one, months before he'd returned from purgatory, you knew.
Your lips brushed against his, "I've been yours" you whispered back. Dean smiled, connecting your lips once again he pulled you tighter "damn right"
You could feel his touch travel through your bloodstream, it sparked feelings in you that you didn't know where possible. The touch, smell, and feeling of him made you feel like you were floating.
However, that all came crashing down when the sound of a clearing throat interrupted you. You killed away from Dean, looking towards the sound.
There he was, back two days early from his trip. Sam stood in the doorway, looking between you and Dean who made no effort to separate further than you already had.
Sam's jaw clenched "you weren't kidding" he said.
You shook your head "nope. How does it feel?" Your expression cold and hardened. You stepped towards him "I hope it hurts. I hope it shatters you. Maybe then- you will know a fraction of that hurt you caused me. Over and over again."
Sam's looked utterly crushed. His eyes connected with deans who's expression was as unreadable as it always was.
He looked back at you there were now tears in his eyes.
Summary: Sam misses you, luckily your stuffie is there to keep him company.
An: this is so cute omg. If my future husband isn’t like this I DONT WANT HIM! Based off of this request because I forgot to put it in the right way and I’m too lazy to re-do it. Fk it we ball.
Drabble - Sam Masterlist
Sam sat on his normally shared bed alone. You were away for a few days, handling family letters that you swore he didn't need to be involved in, which meant his usually shared bed was empty; aside from himself, and the very old, but well taken care of giraffe named Kori that you've had since childhood.
He was initially surprised that you even left him, you took Kori everywhere. Anytime you knew you would be sleeping away from home, Kori was with out a doubt tagging along.
Usually, you'd be here. In Sam's arms, and in-between the two of you would be the stuffed animal that Sam too, has come to love overtime.
But instead he was left with just Kori, who had an almost mocking smile on his face. "I'm not really about to do this am I?" Sam mutters to himself.
He sighs begrudgingly, grabbing the Stuffie and bringing it to his chest. The smell of you engulfed his nose and something inside Sam had finally allowed him to relax.
He walked around like that all day, Kori clutched to his chest, just like you when you're in need of comfort.
He sat in the library, absentmindedly flipping through old lore books when Dean walked in. He didn't notice at first. In fact, he and Sam had an entire conversation without Dean noticing.
That was until Dean glanced at Sam after the conversation ended, and laying right there in the middle of his chest was kori.
Deans eyes narrowed in on the sight, brain trying to comprehend the image in front of him. His grown man of a brother… reading a book about demons and hell… with his girlfriends childhood Stuffie on his chest.
"Sam" Dean says. His brother hums in response, as if anything about this was normal.
"Sam." Dean says firmer, more is insistent. Sam looks up from his book, confused and irritated "what?" He snaps
Deans eyes squint, looking from Sam's face, to the stuffie smiling mockingly at him, and back.
This is a silly request and it’s kindof stupid so please feel free to ignore.. Sam Winchester cuddling reader’s favourite childhood stuffed animal when she’s away? He misses her and it smells like her, and I always headcanon that Sam copies the people closest to him’s mannerisms, so he cuddles it because that’s what reader does. Maybe Dean catches him, teases him a bit. His brother has always been such a sap. <333
It’s doneeee!! 🤭 here is “stuffie” creative Ik 😭
I found this idea so cute and my standards are raised from impossible to untouchable 😊
༗description: As Sam is dealing with his addiction to demon blood and Dean fearing his brother is becoming a monster, no one checks up on you. Especially with these weird changes happening. Winchesters x Fem! Sibling Reader
༗a/n: it’s been so hard uploading lately and honestly I kinda feel like utter shit fighting with grammar and formatting as always not edited
༗WARNINGS: body gore, inspired by the movie Black Swan, vomiting, burning, cuts, blood, body parts melting like heat melting
The first feather appears on a Tuesday. You don't think much of it.
Honestly, compared to everything else happening in your life, a random black feather isn't exactly worth panicking over.
You find it caught in the sleeve of your worn down jacket while Dean drives and Sam pretends to read in the passenger seat. You flick it away and forget about it. At least, you try to. It was probably just some stupid misplacing its grooming techniques.
Then another appears.
And another.
And another.
By the end of the week you've found six.
All black.
All identical.
All showing up where they shouldn't.
Inside your backpack. On your motel pillow. Tangled in your hair. Tiny ones under your fingernails. Every time you find one, a strange feeling settles in your stomach. A warning. A feeling that something is very, very wrong.
But nobody notices.
Dean's too busy watching Sam's every move with paranoia. And Sam's too busy hiding things. So you keep your mouth shut. Like always.
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The coughing starts a few days later.
At first it's minor. Just a tickle in your throat. An irritation kinda like the beginning of strep throat.
Something easy to ignore. And curable with hot tea and steaming.
Then one morning you wake up feeling like your lungs are filled with broken glass.
Every breath hurts. Every inhale burns. Every exhale rattles your bones.
You spend ten minutes bent over the motel sink trying to catch your breath. The force of the cough was so strong it had left you hunched over, pushing your vertebrae to stick out against your skin.
When you finally emerge from the bathroom, Dean barely glances up from his lukewarm coffee.
"You sick?"
You force a smile.
"I'm fine. Just some allergies."
Dean nods.
"Well pick up some claritin on the way over."
Then he immediately turns to check on Sam.
It was September. Maybe the bees were also pollinating your lungs as well, leaving their stingers right next to your heart. A reminder of them in the winter.
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The first time you see the cuts, you almost screamed - key word almost.
You're changing clothes after a hunt when you catch sight of your reflection on the dirty motel mirror.
For a second your brain can't process what you're looking at.
Then realization hits. There are marks on your back. Long. Deep. Jagged.
Running across your shoulder blades. They look like claw marks or lizard skin. Except they're perfectly symmetrical. As if someone drew them there with a ruler.
You twist around. Trying to get a better look. Pain shoots through your back.
The skin feels tight. Tender. Almost stretched to its brim.
Like something underneath is pushing outward.
You don't tell Dean.
You already know how that conversation goes.
“Later, Y/N.”
“Not now.”
“We're dealing with Sam.”
Everything is Sam. Sam and his stupid demon blood causing him to lean into the possession of Ruby. Dean hated her. But at least he would talk to her, unlike you.
Lately it feels like you're disappearing.
Standing right in front of them and somehow being invisible.
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The next symptom terrifies you.
You catch your reflection in a gas station bathroom.
For half a second your eyes red.
Not bloodshot.
Not irritated.
Glowing. As the retinal veins filled with neon and burst in your frames of view, penetrating your iris.
A bright crimson flash. Your pupils began to open towards the liquid streaming down your eye ball. As if your eyes became cherry slushies in a matter of seconds.
Then they're normal again.
You stumble backward.
Your heart pounding.
"No."
The word comes out as a whisper.
You grip the sink.
Stare into the mirror.
Wait for it to happen again.
It doesn't.
But the fear stays.
Growing.
Spreading.
Poisoning every thought.
Because you know someone else whose eyes do strange things.
Someone else who was fed demon blood as a baby.
Someone else who's becoming less human every day.
Sam.
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The thought follows you everywhere.
Maybe you're like him.
Maybe Azazel chose both twins.
Maybe you're just finding out later.
Maybe you're turning into something awful.
You start noticing similarities.
Sam gets headaches.
You get headaches.
Sam has nightmares.
You have nightmares.
Sam's changing.
You're changing.
It makes sense. Too much sense.
And the more you think about it, the more convinced you become.
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Then the feathers start coming up. Again.
One minute you're brushing your teeth.
The next you're doubled over the sink coughing so hard tears blur your vision.
Something catches in your throat.
You gag.
Choke.
Spit into the sink.
And freeze.
A black feather sits in the white porcelain.
Covered in blood.
For a moment the world stops.
You stare.
Unable to breathe.
Unable to move.
Unable to think.
The feather shouldn't be there. You shouldn’t even question why it is coming within you instead of outside. This is not normal.
Nothing about this should be possible. Sure, you lived in the supernatural world, but you weren't part of it yourself. This couldn't be real.
Yet there it is.
Real.
Proof that whatever is happening to you is getting worse.
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You stop sleeping after that.
Every night you wake gasping.
Covered in sweat.
Your back burning. Your lungs aching. The cuts stretching wider every day.
And nobody notices.
Or maybe they do.
Maybe they just don't know what to do.
Dean spends every waking second worrying about Sam.
Following Sam.
Arguing with Sam.
Trying to save Sam.
Sometimes you want to scream at him.
Sometimes you want to grab his shoulders and shake him and shout:
LOOK AT ME.
I'M FALLING APART TOO.
But you never do.
Because Dean already looks exhausted.
And because part of you is terrified of what he'll find if he actually starts paying attention.
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The breaking point comes three weeks later.
You're sitting alone in a motel room when Sam walks in.
He immediately notices something is wrong. He has for a while now, he just never grew the courage to say it until now. (Especially with Dean being gone.)
You look awful.
Your skin lacks color.
Dark circles sit beneath your eyes.
Your hands won't stop shaking.
"Y/N?"
You look up.
"What?"
His forehead wrinkles.
"You look terrible."
You laugh.
A harsh, bitter sound.
"Thanks."
"I'm serious."
You look away.
For some reason that hurts.
Because Sam noticed.
Sam noticed before Dean did.
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Later that night, after another coughing fit leaves blood staining your shirt, Sam approaches you quietly.
He's holding a flask.
You already know what's inside.
Demon blood.
The thing Dean hates.
The thing Sam swears helps him.
The thing that's slowly destroying him.
"I think you're like me," Sam says softly.
Your stomach drops.
Because you've been thinking the exact same thing. For weeks. For months. The only difference is Sam got to beat demons and you ended up feeling like one. It wasas if you got the other end of the deal.
"I know."
Sam sits beside you.
For a moment he's just your twin.
Not Lucifer's vessel.
Not the chosen child.
Not the boy carrying the weight of the apocalypse.
Just Sam.
Your brother.
The boy who used to hold your hand during thunderstorms. The boy who always shared his snickers. The boy who once punched a bully for making you cry.
"It helps," he says.
You stare at the flask. "If it helps you..."
"Maybe it'll help you too." He finished your sentence.
You don't want to do it.
Every instinct in your body screams not to.
But you're desperate.
You're scared.
And most of all—You want this nightmare to stop.
So you take the flask, and drink.
The second it touches your tongue, you know you've made a mistake.
Pain explodes through your body. Not discomfort. Not nausea.
Fuckin pain. Pure. Blinding.Agony.
The flask slips from your fingers and crashes onto the motel floor.
You barely hear it. Your ears are ringing. Your heartbeat is pounding so loudly it drowns everything else out.
"Y/N?"
Sam's voice sounds far away.
You clutch your throat.
It feels like you've swallowed fire. Actual hell fire.
Like molten metal is burning its way down your chest. Molding your insides to steel beams.
"Sam..."
The word comes out broken. Barely audible.
Then your knees hit the carpet.
Hard.
A scream tears from your throat. And suddenly Sam is beside you.
"Y/N!"
Your entire body convulses.
The pain spreads. Down your neck.
Across your shoulders. Through your ribs.
Every nerve feels like it's being ripped apart.
Something hot crawls beneath your skin.
You look down.
And your blood runs cold.
Golden cracks are spreading up your arms.
Thin lines glowing beneath your flesh.
Like sunlight trapped under your skin.
"What the hell—"Another scream cuts you off.
The motel room blurs.
Your vision doubles.
Triples.
The cuts on your back feel like they're splitting open.
Something pushes against them.
Something enormous.
Something trying to get out.
"Dean!" Sam shouts.
"DEAN!" He shouts again, and as if teleportation became a reality, the door slams open so hard it nearly flies off its hinges.
Dean storms inside.
"What happened?!"
Then he sees you.
And freezes.
For one horrible second nobody moves.
You lie crumpled on the floor.
Shaking.
Crying.
Barely conscious.
Smoke rises from your skin.
Actual smoke.
The air smells scorched.
Burn marks spread across your arms and neck. Your skin begins to melt off your bone and mold into lumps of molten lava. Almost as if your skin began to wrinkle like a pig in a fryer.
The carpet beneath you is blackening and rising with thick smoke.
Dean's face loses all color.
"Y/N."
You hear it.
The fear in his voice.
Real fear.
The kind he rarely lets anyone see.
The kind that instantly makes you feel six years old again.
"Dean..."
Your voice breaks.
Another wave of agony slams into you.
You scream.
Dean is beside you immediately.
One hand gripping your shoulder.
The other brushing your hair back from your face.
"Hey."
His voice shakes.
"Hey, hey, look at me."
You try.
You really do.
But everything hurts too much.
"Dean..."
"You're okay."
The lie is automatic.
You both know it.
Dean looks up at Sam.
"What happened?"
Sam looks sick.
Actually sick.
Like he might throw up.
"I gave her some."
Dean frowns.
"What?"
Sam swallows.
"Demon blood."
The room goes silent.
For a moment Dean simply stares.
Not understanding. Not processing. Then realization hits.
His eyes widen. "You did what?"
"I thought she was like me!"
Dean stands so fast the lamp rattles.
"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR DAMN MIND?!"
Another scream tears out of you.
Both brothers immediately snap their attention back.
Your body arches off the floor. The cuts on your back split wider. Blood soaks through your shirt. It was as if teeth with chomping away the flesh of your back and replacing the once smooth flesh with flakes of crisp bone.
Dean's heart nearly stops.
"Y/N!"
The motel lights begin flickering.
On.
Off.
On.
Off.
Off.
On.
Then every light explodes at once.
Glass rains from the ceiling. The television shorts out. The mirror shatters. The windows crack. A morning dove's cry could be heard within the blended screams.
And for one impossible second—the entire room fills with white light.
Blinding.
Beautiful.
Terrifying.
Dean throws an arm over his eyes.
Sam stumbles backward.
The walls shake.
The floor trembles.
And behind you—
For the briefest moment—
Something appears.
Massive.
Brilliant.
A silhouette made entirely of light.
Wings.
Huge marbled wings.
Stretching from one side of the room to the other.
Then they're gone.
Just like that.
The light disappears.
The shaking stops.
And you collapse.
Motionless.
Silence.
Nobody breathes.
Nobody moves.
Dean stares.
His mind refusing to process what just happened.
"Y/N?"
Nothing.
He reaches for your pulse.
His hand shakes.
"Come on."
Nothing.
Fear settles heavily in his chest.
Cold.
Sharp.
Familiar.
He remembers another hospital room.
Another impossible loss.
Another person he couldn't save.
"No."
His voice cracks.
"Come on, kid."
Still nothing.
The panic starts rising.
Fast.
Dangerously fast.
Because Y/N isn't supposed to be the one lying there.
She's supposed to be stubborn.
Annoying. Rolling her eyes. Arguing with him. For everything good in the world, she was supposed to be making fun of his haircuts and sideburns, not on the floor waiting for door dashed reaper.
Not—not this.
Never this.
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The familiar flutter of wings echoed through the motel room, but this time it didn't bring relief.
Dean spun around, ready to snap at Castiel for appearing unannounced as usual, but the words died in his throat the moment he saw the angel's face.
Something was wrong.
Terribly wrong.
Over the years Dean had seen Castiel experience just about every human emotion imaginable. He'd seen him furious enough to start wars, confused by humanity's simplest habits, determined enough to rebel against Heaven itself, and burdened by guilt so heavy it nearly destroyed him.
But fear?
Dean had never seen Castiel afraid.
Not once.
Yet that was exactly what he saw now.
The angel's eyes immediately found Y/N's unconscious form sprawled across the motel floor. His expression tightened as he took in the burns crawling across her skin, the blood staining her clothes, and the black feathers scattered around her like the aftermath of some impossible storm.
For a moment, Castiel simply stared.
Then the color drained from his face.
"What happened?" he asked quietly.
Dean pointed toward Sam.
Sam looked sick enough to collapse.
"I gave her demon blood."
The words hung in the air.
Castiel's gaze shifted to him so slowly that it made Dean's stomach twist.
"Why?"
Sam swallowed hard. "I thought she was infected too. I thought she was like me."
The silence that followed felt unbearable.
Castiel crossed the room and knelt beside Y/N. His hand hovered over one of the burn marks on her arm without quite touching it. The closer he got, the more troubled he seemed.
"You thought she was like you, Sam," he said.
It wasn't a question.
It sounded like an accusation.
Sam's shoulders sagged beneath the weight of it.
"Isn't she?"
For a moment Castiel said nothing.
His eyes closed briefly, and when they opened again there was something exhausted in them, as though he were carrying knowledge he had hoped never to share.
Dean immediately hated whatever answer was coming.
Finally, Castiel looked up.
"She was never infected."
Dean frowned.
"What?"
The angel's gaze returned to Y/N.
The hardness in his expression softened into something that looked dangerously close to grief.
"She was never carrying demon blood."
The room fell completely silent.
Sam stared.
Dean stared.
Neither of them understood.
Dean let out a frustrated laugh.
"What the hell does that mean?"
Castiel remained quiet for a moment before speaking.
"When Azazel fed Sam his blood as an infant, Heaven became aware of what he was doing."
Dean's stomach sank.
A cold feeling settled deep in his chest.
"...Go on."
For the first time, Castiel seemed reluctant.
"It means one twin was claimed by Hell."
Dean's jaw tightened.
His eyes immediately moved to Sam.
"And the other?"
Castiel looked down at Y/N once more.
The expression on his face made Dean wish he hadn't asked.
"The other was claimed by Heaven."
The words struck the room like a thunderclap.
For several seconds nobody spoke.
Dean's mind raced through months of memories.
The feathers.
The coughing fits.
The strange wounds on her back.
The flashes of red in her eyes.
The way she always looked exhausted.
The way she kept insisting something was wrong, then backing down saying it was nothing.
The way he'd brushed it aside because Sam's problems had seemed more urgent. I mean, his brother was drinking demon blood straight from the source.
One by one, every piece fell into place.
Not demon blood.
Grace.
Angel grace.
The realization made him feel physically ill.
His gaze dropped to his sister's unconscious form.
She looked so small lying there.
Fragile.
Human.
Yet apparently she had been carrying something impossible inside her for her entire life.
Dean remembered every time she had tried to get his attention.
Every complaint he hadn't listened to.
Every cough he'd ignored.
Every exhausted look he'd failed to notice.
While he'd been watching Sam spiral toward Hell, Y/N had been suffering right in front of him.
And he hadn't seen any of it.
Guilt settled heavily in his chest.
Because for weeks he'd convinced himself he was protecting his family.
But looking at Y/N now, broken and unconscious on the motel floor, all he could think was that he'd failed her.
He should have noticed. He should have listened.He should have been there.
And somehow, the look on Castiel's face told him that none of that was the worst part.
Whatever was happening to Y/N, whatever Heaven had hidden inside her all those years ago, it wasn't over.
In fact, Dean had the sinking feeling it was only just beginning.
★ Stars: Dean Winchester x GN!Reader x Castiel (romantic, former), Jack Kline x GN!Reader (platonic - parental)
★ Co-stars: Sam Winchester
★ Plot: You'll do whatever you have to to protect your son, even if it means leaving behind one of the two people in life who used to mean everything to you.
★ Run Time: 1k
★ Warnings: angsty angst angst angst, intense & protective anger, grief, betrayal, break-up, doing what's best for Jack even if it hurts everyone, Dean hate (I adore him but these couple of episodes made me hate him)
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You stood in the bunker, back against the wall, cold seeping into your skin through your clothes. You just watched. Dean, screaming at Sam, telling him what monster Jack was, that he didn't deserve to be saved, that he was nothing.
You couldn't fucking take it anymore.
Before you knew it, the rage inside you boiled over. You didn't feel your feet moving until you were halfway across the room. One raise of your hands, one push, and you slammed Dean against a wall.
"What the fuck are you doing?!"
He didn't fight you, he never thought he'd have to, he didn't know how.
Before you could answer, before you could think about what you were doing, your palm stung. Dean looked at you in shock. Unless he was being controlled by some mystical, magical bullshit, you had never hit him before. Once he asked, after he was way out of line, why you didn't just deck him then and there. You told him it was because you never wanted him to feel anything but kindness from you. For you to be his refuge, the only person who would never hurt him.
He should've known you were lying.
Now, you looked at him and all there was inside you was anger. He used to be your calm and your love and the light in this fucked up world, half of it at least. But you just felt a twist in your heart now, one look at his fucking face made your fists clench.
"Stop it" Your voice wasn't anything it had been before.
You had been mad, furious. Never with him, but he'd seen it. The only time you ever scared him was when you were protecting someone you loved, and if he had a few braincells that weren't soaking in a big, wet heap of grief and guilt and hate, he'd see that that's what you were doing now to. Only, this was the first time you weren't protecting him.
"Look, I-"
"No" You shook your head "You've said enough. Listen for once"
You kept your forearm just under his throat, lower now, not pressing against his windpipe but close enough that you could cut off his air at any moment.
"That thing, is a scared, hurt little boy. He's lost his mother, his f-, his father. He's hurt people in a way he has no control over and he thinks one of the only people in this world who might ever give a damn about him hates him. And you threatened to kill him"
Sam's eyes flicked between you and Dean, panicked, not knowing whether to stop you or add fuel to the fire. Neither seemed to be the safest option right now. He was probably right.
"Y'know, it should be enough" You laughed, bitter and dead and wrong "It should be enough for you but it isn't. I love him because he is Castiel's son and that is enough"
You didn't know, but Jack heard you. He sat around the corner, hearing the filth Dean spewed, convincing himself that what he said was true, until you stopped him. You were sweet to him, maybe a little distant, it was to be expected, but sweet nonetheless. He never thought you might love him, or even really care about him, he was beginning to think it was impossible for anyone to love a creature as evil as himself. But somehow, you did. All because of his father. Your Angel.
"So you can hate him all you like, but the mirror is pretty fuckin' clearly showing your own reflection there Dean" You took a few steps back, all anger dropping from your bones, pure truth the only thing left, cold in your voice "But if you lay a hand on my son, I will end you. I promise you that, baby"
You spat out the last word, the last time you'd call him that, and walked off, rounding the corner without looking back.
Easily.
Sam was the one knocking on your door after. Three careful, frighteningly light raps.
"Hey, uhm" He took a step in, your back stayed turned to him "M-"
"I'm not apologising. I meant every word and the same goes for you"
"I know I just- Dean, he's-he's pretty messed up right now. With mom, with Cas, he just-"
"I lost him too, Sam. And if I see Lucifer, I will beat him and stab him and hurt him and burn him in every way imaginable until he kills me. But Jack is innocent"
"I know, I think that too, but-"
Sam stopped, seeing the open drawers of your dresser, the empty space next to Dean's shirts.
"You're not-"
"I am" You turned to face him, eyes red, cheeks dry now "I'm almost finished packing, then I'm taking Jack and we're leaving"
"You can't just-"
"Yeah, Sam, I can"
Dean paused just before your door, coming to fake whatever apology would land you back in his arms by midnight. You weren't dumb, but you loved him too much.
"Please, don't" Sam reached out, hand falling to your shoulder before you shook it off.
"This isn't my home anymore. I can't stay"
"Just give it some time. I-I know Dean can be- he just needs to adjust, cool off a little"
"And what if he doesn't? I lose a son and both of them? I can't do that, Sammy. Just can't"
You stepped past him, halfway to the door.
"If you walk away, you're gonna lose Dean for good"
"I lost him the moment Lucifer drove a blade through our lover's heart. He's gone, Sam. He's not coming back and I don't want to put myself and Jack through what's left, we deserve better. He does"
"Fine" Sam conceded, you could hear that little hint of betrayal in his tone "But you walk out that door, and you're not welcome back"
"Wasn't plannin' on making the round trip. Done it one too many times already"
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I’m kinda curious, in the bugs episode in early season 1, when Dean told Sam that John went by Stanford whenever he could, I’m wondering if it was really Dean going by Stanford to check on Sam.
Genuinely I don’t see John doing that. Especially now that I’ve ventured further into the show; that’s just not at all John’s character. It’s more deans to have been the one doing it but telling Sam that it was John just to save his face.
