You're Mine, Sweetheart 1/20.
She always thought that Dean Winchester was a playboy who wouldn’t look her way twice. Her crush on him in vain, until one night they are forced to sleep in the Impala due to a rainstorm. Things get steamy and the next morning Dean suggests they start an unattached sexual relationship, but what happens when Dean finds himself crippling jealous?
Warnings: Hardcore Smut, Kinks (Cum play, Breath Play, Spanking, Rough Sex, Voyeurism, Public Sex, Etc.), Angst, Violence.
Setting: Season Ten
AN: HELLO! Nice to see SPN again. Still in love with with Murder Boyfriend... So here we go. :) Feedback is much appreciated. :)
'Stay the course was her mother's favorite advice to give. All throughout high school as she struggled with life shitting on her at every turn. Y/N wasn't just the new girl in every town; she was also the daughter of a hunter. Late nights and vampire guts were her Friday nights out. Her father's words echoed in her head every time she'd beg to go out with her friends.
"You have a duty, girl."
Those words had been the ones to shape her. They drove her life forward into the grimy bar and silent stares of old barflies. The old men glared her down as she asked too many questions about a few local disappearances. She smacked her lips in frustration before she ordered another round from the barkeep.
"Now from around here, are ya?" He asked as he slid a beer her way. Y/N glanced at him before gulping the bitter liquid and shook her head. Turning away from him, she watched in surprise as the door to the bar opened to reveal Dean Winchester.
The jacket of his suit had been thrown over his shoulder as his face twisted in annoyance. He must have been working the case too. To her surprise again, his eyes seemed to light up when he saw her. His face changing from a snarl to a smile in half a second. That bow-legged walk of his carrying him to her moments later. Sam followed behind him with his own smile and she couldn't help the smile that came with the sight.
"Well hey, there..."
Y/N raised an eyebrow at Dean before reaching for her beer. The tone in his greeting made her grin as she wondered how long it had been since she had seen the Winchesters.
"Winchesters." She greeted and raised her drink to them as they sat beside her. Sam rumbled off his own greeting before ordering a round for him and his brother.
Dean sat next to Y/N with as he glanced at her with a smile on his face. It was Dean's turned to be surprised when she winked at him, and his stomach tightened in response. He had known Y/N for years through hunter friends. She had always been a pretty thing with a mouth on her that made his cock ache.
Y/N was blunt and to the point, always willing to call him on his shit. Then there was that ass of hers. Big, round, and just how he liked them. The curve of her hips deadly and sharp as her full figure made him itch to touch her… Her voice suddenly broke through his thoughts as she breathed a whiskey-flavored sigh.
"Y'all working the case?" She asked with a nod of her head towards the stack of files in front of her.
Dean's eyes glanced over to them as he reached back to scratch his head with a sigh. The odd scar on his arm catching Y/N's eyes for a moment before Sam's voice called her away.
"You making any leeway? Seems like a…"
"Local witch. I could use the help.." Y/N finished as she turned to face the brothers. "Care to hook up with me?"
The words hit Dean instantly as he sucked his beer down the wrong pipe. He knew what she had meant by what she said, but his brain had gone sideways on him. Dirty images playing on the big screen in the back of up his mind as both Sam, and Y/N turned to stare at him when he suddenly snorted his beer. It spewed out of his mouth and onto the bar as he coughed violently. His thoughts were caught up with wondering what it would feel like to have her pussy swallow him.
Her choice of words made his cock spring to life as he was desperate to answer yes. Dean felt her hand pat him gently from behind as he continued to sputter.
"You ok there?" Sam said with a glint of amusement in his voice.
He had seen the way his brother looked at Y/N when they walked into the bar. Dean's crush that he never admitted to having was still going strong, and her innocent comment must have sent him overboard. Sam wanted to snicker, but Dean's death glare sent a warning for him to keep his mouth shut.
"Uhh. Yeah. Yeah. Thanks." Dean managed to say as Y/N's hand ran lovingly down his back to soothe him. Her smile made his stomach twist in knots as he tried not to feel like he was in High School. His stomach tumbled when she gave him another wink before returning to her beer.
"So you guys got a room yet? I'm staying at the crappy Red Roof Inn. Hooker sheets and questionable stains included."
The Winchesters chuckled at her as she gave a lamented sigh. Hunting alone was trying, but Y/N rarely hooked up with other hunters for cases. Her parents' death had caused her to curl inside herself and away from friends. The Winchesters included, but working with them might lift her somber mood.
"Sounds awesome." Dean offered with a dry laugh. "But with that pretty face, I'm sure you brighten the place up."
Y/N snorted at him before shaking her head. Dean had always been a flirt, and she could admit that it was nice to get that attention. He was a handsome bastard and a little flirting never hurt. She turned her face up to him as if he were the sun.
"The only pretty face needed is yours, baby."
It was at this time that Dean turned a flushed pink as she giggled. The conversation turned away from flirting when Sam cleared his throat. They both turned to look at him as he made an ugly noise in the back of it.
"So… About the case…"
Dean groaned and stood up, the bar was quiet, and he was tired. Tired enough to lay across a back booth while his brother drank with their friend. Their gorgeous friend with a body he would like to have under him for the night. Dean let his face twist into a frown at his thoughts about Y/N. Life was currently a shitsickle, and he didn't have any business thinking of her like that.
As his eyes began to close, he reached over to scratch at the mark as it burned slightly. It rumbled somewhere in the back of his mind as his eyes finally closed, nightmares expected as he fell into dreamland.
Dean found himself sitting in a run-down motel room. A cold beer clutched in his hand, as a voice rang out from behind the restroom door.
His brows furrowed together as Y/N's honey voice called to him again before the door opened. She stepped out, and Dean felt himself choke. Only a smile and a very tiny teddy stood between him and wonderland.
"Happy Birthday!" She cooed as her eyes lit with mischief. Her hips switched naughtily as she took his beer before straddling him with a smirk. "Hope you're ready for presents…"
Her lips crushed to his and Dean couldn't stop himself as he ground her hips into his throbbing erection. His flesh scrapped deliciously against the fabric. Y/N groaning as her clit pumped into the monster in his jeans.
"Fuck. This is the best present I've ever gotten." He grunted as his fingers dug into her rear end as she ground into him.
A squeal and giggle coming from her lips when he stood up as her legs wrapped around his waist. Dean's face was weightless as all the burdens of who he was rolled off his back. A grin on his face as he sat his girl to the ground.
Y/N sighed when she was pressed into the wall. She gasped into the kiss when his fingers fluttered down the curves of her hips. Dean's skin set on fire with each squeeze of his hands, his tongue slipping erotically against hers. It sent shivers down his spine when she whined lowly, and her hands traveled up his arm.
Dean groaned when her hand guided him to the entrance of her sex. His fingers tease her lips before she is moaning loudly in her throat. It sounded animalistic as his brain finally registered what was happening, he slipped a finger across the swollen lips.
His veins pumped full of the novocaine he knew he needed. A burning spread through his chest as he tried to steady his racing heart. Y/N looked up at him with a look of trust that he'd never experienced outside of her, it's unfailing. She pulled him closer to murmur his name like a prayer.
"Dean."
His name came out in a needed breath, as his boots were kicked aside. Her pink teddy fell to the floor with a rustle that tickled his ears. The fabric laying in a pool at her feet as she waited for him. Dean grunted as his erection throbbed painfully inside his jeans. Y/N's lips parted to sigh his name again, hers grounding off his lips like he was begging God to forgive his sins.
He groaned low as his hand brought hers to the waistband of his jeans, he looked at her again for approval. His eyes soft with concern and almost begged her for permission. Y/N nodded before moving to pop open the button of his pants. He moaned when her slim fingers push away his jeans and boxers, allowing him to sling them to the side.
Her eyes looked at him questionably when she was shifted onto the bed, her body jumping in surprise when his tongue moved against a part of her anatomy that she seemed to have forgotten existed.
Dean lapped at her clit a few times while his fingers moved to push into her entrance. He spread her gently before two thick digits began to pump in out and of her. A gasp came from Y/N as his word his magic. The sounds she made had Dean feeling like he was catching fire, it burnt him from the inside out.
"What? What are you doing?" She breathed shallowly as he pulled her closer. His tongue and fingers were driving forward until he knew she saw fireworks like the ones on the fourth. Her voice exploded in an array of technicolor as she let her hips jump from the bed. His mouth ground into her pussy as she came. Dean's lips caught her bud between his teeth and give it a love bite, his tongue swirling away the discomfort. She murmured his name over and over, to the whispering walls. His eyes drawing sin into her heated skin as he licked her swollen entrance a few more times. The hedonism made his cock throb in anticipation.
"Dean." She whispered as his fingers pumped into her one more. The loving work to get her ready for his cock overwhelmed him, and he groaned against her clit when she was suddenly stuttering with another small orgasm. Her slickness coated his fingers as he gave a satisfied hum.
"Umm. So wet for me.." He observed as he moved away from her. She whimpered in protest when he did, and Dean smirked at her.
He slipped between her thighs like he had wanted to a thousand times before, the blunt head of his organ pushing into her folds. He groaned lowly when he moved forward into her, the feeling overwhelming his senses. Out of all the women he had been with, she was the only one that ever made him feel every emotion at once.
The sensations were so demanding that he wondered how he had given up the drug. It was like an instant relief when he pushed into her again. His cock bumping against her cervix as her muscles gave way to his size. Y/N let out a little hiss as she was filled up, the sound gliding through Dean. His thoughts raged against the rational part of him before he pushed into her again. Her scent sweet, warm, and inviting as she pressed her body to his.
He moved within her, over and over. Hips snapped a tuned rhythm as he sank into her slow and deliberate. The whimpered call of his drove him forward as he allowed himself to fall into her completely. The hollowed out version of himself that he had been living with lies suddenly came back to the truth that lay under the skin.
He pounded into her as stretched around him, making him quiver in degenerate delight. The words he wished he spoken five years before slipped out of his mouth as he drove forward once more.
"Y/N. God, baby. I've needed you."
Dean felt his heart stop in his chest when those words fell away without his permission. Words that he had never spoken to her before in all their times together. His voice was a mixture of regret and honesty as his gasps of pleasure filled the room. The bitter twist in his belly made him want to tear away from her.
Y/N tried not to laugh as Dean groaned in his sleep. Ten minutes into her talk with Sam, he had gotten a call about the latest victim. He had asked her to babysit his brother for an hour, and she had laughed in agreement.
Dean's lips twitched into a smile, and she figured it must have been a good sex dream. Her head was raging in curiosity as she wondered who he was dreaming about that time.
"Probably some porn star." Y/N murmured to herself before sipping her beer. Her throat closed when something fell off his lips.
Her name.
"Uh… Did he just?..." She thought to herself in a panic.
The thought made something inside her heart break. Was Dean attracted to her? It had never occurred to her that his flirting had been sincere. He was a flirty guy, and she had always thought of it as a sallow encounter when he called her pretty.
"God. Y/N, baby. I've needed you."
It wasn't a groan this time. It seemed more like a painful confession. His words made her heart bleed for the almost stranger as his face appeared to disenchanted suddenly.
Her eyes snapped away from his face when his body suddenly jolted forward. He gasped out Sam's name this time as he looked around frantically. Y/N jumped to her feet to grab his attention. His eyes focused on her as a hand landed on his shoulder.
"Hey. Hey. It's alright. Sam's at the police station." Y/N said calmly. Dean relaxed at her words and fell back into the booth. The weight of his nightmare was the primary cause of his exhaustion as he tried to bash it from his memory.
"Whiskey?" Y/N asked as she squeezed his shoulder. Dean nodded slowly unable to get out any words. She took it as an answer before going to the bar to order a bottle of Jack Daniels.
Y/N took the liberty to pour him and her a glass as she sat down next to him. Dean gave her a thankful smile before he chugged the shot and poured another one.
"Wanna talk about it?"
Her words were like silk layered with concern. A soft place to land for the night as the nightmare played his mind again.
"Not really, Y/N…"
The moment he said her name, the memory of his dream chased away the clouded over state of his mind. The sudden urge to kiss her whiskey lips almost overpowering him. The mark teeming to life as his thoughts ran wild, and he reached over to slap it. The dark voice in the back of his mind whispered twisted things before Y/N's voice broke through.
"I get that. But I'll always lend an ear if you want to talk about it."
Dean shifted his eyes from the table to her. He traced every freckle and every line. A scar on her right cheek caught his attention, and she reached up to touch it.
"Vamp hunt a few years back." She said with a sigh to scratch at the scar.
"Uhhh. Sorry, didn't mean to stare." Dean said as he felt his cheeks heat up with her immediate proximity. Y/N had turned in the seat to look at him.
"S'ok. I know I'm a pretty distraction."
Her tongue poked out him, and he felt himself crack another smile. Y/N bumped his shoulder with a teasing voice to tell him that he should cheer up. The idea almost foreign to him when her head rested on his shoulder.
"Life's too short to go around, miserable Dean. Life's too short to be alone."
Y/N knew that the words weren't just for Dean. They were mostly meant for herself as she felt Dean wrap an arm around her shoulders.
"Yeah, if you say so, sweetheart. "Dean replied before pouring them both another drink. "What do you say to grabbing a bite to eat with me and Sammy?"
"Sounds good. I'm glad to be hunting with you guys again. Been solo for a few years now."
"Right… Since Nick and Verna passed away, right?"
The whiskey burned almost as bad as the tears that wanted to spill down her cheeks. It was still hard to talk about her parents, but she managed to nod her head. Dean gave her a squeeze to comfort her.
"I'm really sorry about that, kid. They were good people." He sighed before pulling her closer. She leaned into him and tried to think of better times. "I'm also sorry that we…."
"I chose not to reach out to anyone. I decided to be alone." Y/N said as she broke the embrace. She twisted herself around in the booth so that she faced away from him as the tears finally won. Her hand wiping them away as they fell, the growing need for comfort bursting in her chest.
"Hey, the offer stands for me too. If you ever need to talk." Dean said in that thundering voice of his. It was thicker than usual, a mixture of sleep and worry gathering in his words. Her head nodded before she forced a smile and grabbed the bottle of whiskey again.
"Let's drink this crap away? The first one to get wasted buys the others dinner."
Dean smirked at her as the dream danced around the edges of his subconscious. It left a gnawing need in his belly as he allowed himself to indulge in the fantasy that something like this could be.
Damn that was a hot naughty dream can't wait to see if it ever comes true. Great start
