A.n. I know I was supposed to have this done like five months ago but I’ve had such severe writers’ block and I’ve been so busy and ugh. This story had to get shoved to the backburner for a while and I’m so, so sorry about all that. But here we go, tons of fluff and no angst!!! Thank you to all of my readers who are still interested in this story. I’m so grateful and we’d never have gotten this far (ten parts, holy shit) without you all!!<33
Words: 3,469
Warnings: SMUT
This is part ten of the Above the Clouds series! You can find the other parts here, which I would highly recommend reading or else you’ll be really confused!!
This doesn’t happen.
Hunters don’t get married.
Hunters don’t have kids.
And hunters sure as hell don’t get happy endings.
You had pretty much given up on the idea of marriage long ago. That went hand in hand with the life—you couldn’t have attachments, simple as that. But how could you have anticipated your soul mate even existing, let alone actually finding him?
OML! I forget to check your blog for a while and I find 3 new Sam fics and another part of the Cloud series! Loved 'em all and glad to see you're back!
Well, thank you for the compliment! Just know that I didn't actually write those Sam fics, they were actually submitted to me by ruby-loves-supernatural, so give her some love! Glad to see you're enjoying my feed, however and it certainly is good to be back xoxo
Summary: HELLO CAN I REQUEST SUPER KINKY!SAM SMUT? like masochist!sam, dom!sam, borderline BDSM, thigh riding, calling the reader babygirl? thank you so much omg i stalk your ao3 ahah
You take a sip of your beer as you saunter back into the library. Sam quickly closed a book, sliding it under a large tomb on the desk in front of him. You quirk your head at the hunter. That was strange.
You wander over, leaning over his shoulder. “Whatcha reading, Sammy?” You set your drink on the desk beside him.
“What?” Sam asked, turning to you, looking flustered. “Nothing….”
“Really?” you raise an eyebrow, sliding your hand toward the spot where the hidden book lay.
“Really, “ he confirmed, his hand trying to stop yours.
You gripped the book, pulling it free, waving it over your head triumphantly. You danced away from the hunter’s grasp, moving so you could see the title. 50 Shades of Grey. Your eyes turn to Sam, “Really?” you echoed your words from just seconds ago. “50 Shades?”
Sam swallowed, “It’s……it’s…..” he stood trying to get the book back.
“Research?” you asked, mocking him. “Why would you have to read such drivel to research any…….” You trailed off as you noticed Sam’s flushed cheeks.
He cleared his throat, his eyes were cast down, not wanting to look at you. He shifted uncomfortably.
Your eyes followed his gaze, straight to his crotch. There was a noticeable bulge in his jeans, a slight damp spot right in front. You licked your lips. This was the last thing you would expect from the youngest Winchester.
You stepped forward, standing in front of him. “Are you trying to find out about BDSM, Sam?”
His breath hitched in his throat as he nodded slowly, his eyes raising to meet yours.
“Do you want to dominate someone in bed?” you put one hand on his chest, gliding your fingers across his quivering muscles.
He nodded again, his breathing getting heavier.
“You wanna tie me up, Sammy? Do you want to spank me until my ass is red?” Shit, did that just come out of your mouth? “Sam, do you want to make me do things to you? Nasty things?”
A low growl emanated from his chest. “I want to do nasty things to you, little girl,” his eyes grew dark, his hands suddenly gripping you. “I want to fuck you raw.”
You met his lips eagerly as they crashed into yours. His tongue thrust deep into your mouth, stroking over yours, tasting every bit of you. You dragged your mouth away, gripping his shirt and pulling, the buttons flying all over the library.
“Fuck, Y/N,” he breathed. “I need……”
“Shut up, Sam,” you moaned, pushing him towards the couch.
The backs of his knees hit it, causing him to sit down. You quickly straddled Sam’s lap, your mouth meeting his again.
His huge hands gripped your hair, pulling your head back to gain access to your neck.
“Fuck, Sam,” you moaned. “What are you going to do to me?”
His tongue licked your pulse point. “I’m going to rip your clothes off and tie you to the bed, Y/N. I’m going to lick every last inch of your body, making you so wet, so wet that you’re dripping on the mattress.”
You moaned as he pulled your tank top off, licking the tops of your breasts that were popping over your bra. You ground down on his length, drawing a moan from him.
“Fuck, Y/N,” his hand came down on your ass, spanking you with such force it moved you harder against him, your clit receiving the brunt. “I’m not going to let you cum then, I’m going to spank you. I’ll spank you until you beg me to stop, your ass too sore to sit on a chair for a week.”
“God dammit, Sam,” you moved your mouth towards his, licking his lips. “You’ve got a fucking dirty mouth.”
“Little girl, so do you, apparently,” he swatted your ass again. “Are you trying to be naughty to earn more spankings?”
You take in a shaking breath. “No…….Sir,” you try out the dom name, wanting to see his reaction.
His hazel eyes grew dark, he gripped your chin to make you look at him. “Good, ‘cause I don’t want to hurt my new found pet…..not yet anyways.” He thrust up against you, rubbing his hard cock against your core.
You gripped his shoulders as he continued thrusting into you, dry humping you hard. You ground down, gripping his long hair, tugging it so you could bite at his neck.
Suddenly he grabbed you around the waist, turning so you were laying on your back. He pressed between your legs, his hard on straining through his jeans. “Uh uh, my pet, you don’t get to bite your master. “ His mouth dove down, covering your breasts with hard bites. He gripped your bra, pulling it down to expose your nipples.
You whined, too far gone to make coherent noises.
“You like that, little girl? You want me to mark you some more?” Sam didn’t wait to hear your reply before gripping your pants and pulling them off. He moved between your legs, biting and sucking harsh bruises onto your thighs. “Fuck, Y/N, you are so sweet.”
You moaned, wanting him to move his mouth to your core. He knew this is what you wanted, but denied you that pleasure.
“No, pet,” Sam growled, “Not yet.” He pressed himself against your panty covered heat, thrusting hard. His jeans added extra friction, causing your engorged clit to throb.
“Sam,” you moaned, trying to grip onto him.
He grabbed your wrists, bringing your arms above your head. “No, you don’t get to decide.” He thrust against you again. “I will tell you when you can touch me.”
You moaned as Sam started to rhythmically grind his pelvis into you. You were going to cum soon if he didn’t stop it.
“Fuck, Y/N,” he breathed in your ear. “I can’t wait to get you hog tied. I’d start by eating your pussy from behind, then I’d move to your mouth. I’d fuck it with my giant cock. Would you like that, pet?”
You moaned, nodding slightly, your body ready to combust any minute.
“What was that, slut?” he bit out, grinding faster into you.
“Yes, sir. Yes. Please!” you cried out, your orgasm almost there.
“Fuck, Y/N, are you going to cum? Just from my dirty mouth? From my hard on grinding against you?” Sam bit your neck again, suckling it harshly.
You moaned, “Yes, sir, yes!”
“Fuck, baby girl, then cum, soak your panties for me like a good,” thrust, “little,” thrust, “slut,” thrust.
With his final thrust you were sent over the edge, your orgasm racking your body. You cried out, thrusting against him, your juices soaking your panties.
Sam’s face buried into your neck, breathing out your name he convulsed against you.
You both lay still for a few moments, Sam’s mouth moving gently over the marks he had made on your neck.
“Sam,” you whisper. “Did you…..did you…..cum in your pants?”
You felt him nod against your neck, chuckling. “Yeah,” he raised his head and met your gaze. “I guess you’re not the only slut here.”
You laughed, moving to kiss him. “Well, how about I clean you up,“ you moved you tongue along his lips. “Then you can show me what you said.”
“Mmm, Y/N,” he moaned, dipping his head to kiss you. “There’s some rope in the supply room.”
You winked at Sam. “There’s some in my bedside table.”
Sam’s eyes widened. “Y/N,” his lips met yours again. “I never would have guessed.”
“There’s lots of things in my drawer,” you moaned.
Sam sat up, grabbing your hand. “Then why are we here?”
You laughed as he dragged you down the hallway. This was going to be fun.
100 Kinks Request: 72 (No foreplay) and 84 (clingy sex) with sam
Sam comes to reader's motel, but it's NOT Sam.
Warnings: non con elements, sex, smut, fluff., possessed sam
The motel room door slammed open, startling you. You turned abruptly, moving to a fighting stance.
The man in the doorway grinned at you, his hazel eyes sparkling. He casually rolled his broad, flannel clad, shoulders back.
“Sam,” you breathed out. “What the hell?” You relaxed out of your stance, dropping your fists to your side. You were glad it was just the youngest Winchester.
“Y/N,” Sam stepped into your room. “I needed to see you.”
You smiled at the tall, muscular man. “Oh yeah? Got a case?”
“Not yet,” he moved towards you, his eyes taking on a predatory gaze.
You cock your head at him. “Sam?” you ask. “Are you okay?”
“Just Peachy, Y/N,” he chuckled darkly, eyes flicking to black.
“Not Sam,” you breathed out, backing away from the demon. You glanced over your shoulder, eyeing your duffel with your weapons in it.
“By the time you get there, I will have ripped your heart out,” the demon warned, stalking towards you.
You moved backwards until your calves came into contact with the bed. Shit, you were trapped.
The demon lunged at you, throwing you down on the bed. His hands held you down, gripping your throat. You grabbed at his fingers, trying to rip them off before you blacked out.
“You know, Y/N,” the demon smirked. “I could see him thinking about you, could hear his dirty nasty thoughts. So I figured, what the hell? I’ll help the poor, sad sap and do you for him.”
Your breath was slowing, you knew you would pass out soon. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head.
“Uh uh, slut,” the demon admonished, removing his hands from your throat, and instead gripping your wrists above your head. “I want you to see this, to feel this.”
One hand reached down, ripping off your underwear. Then you heard the zipper, you knew what was coming. Bracing yourself, you waited for the pain. The demon swiftly entered you, thrusting into your tightness. You screamed.
The demon started to thrust fast, pounding hard into you. He palmed your breasts through your shirt with his free hand, tweaking your nipples roughly.
“NO!” You screamed, “Get off me!”
“Shut up,” the demon panted, slapping you across your cheek.
You glared at him, spitting in his face. “Fuck you.” Then you started screaming again.
The demon grabbed a pillow, covering your face with it. “Now, no one will hear your feeble screams, Y/N. No one can save you.” He doubled his efforts, pounding hard into your pussy.
You struggled a bit, moving your face so you could breathe a bit under the pillow. There was only one way out. Taking a deep breath, you started your incantation.
“Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas,” you tried to keep your voice low, even as the demon’s thrusts were making screams build in your throat. “Omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, et secta diabolica.”
Your gasp interrupted the chant, the demon had moved your leg up so he could hit your gspot. You swallowed a moan and continued.
“Ergo draco maledicte et section,” your volume rose, as the demon’s cock was bringing you close to an orgasm. You swallowed your moans, trying to make your body obey your mind. “Ergo draco maledicte et legio secta diabolica …….”
Suddenly, the pillow was removed. Sam’s face was glaring at you, his eyes the colour of onyx. “What do you think you’re doing, slut?” he roared, slowing in his ministrations. “Stop that!”
His hand moved to your mouth, but you bit down, hard. You tasted blood as he pulled away with a howl of pain.
“Ut Ecclésiam tuam secúra tibi fácias servire libertáte, te rogámus, audi nos, DICK!”
Sam’s head flew back, black smoke pouring from his mouth. You watched it escape through the vent of the motel. Sam’s body landed on you, bringing you to the new issue at hand; the hunter’s huge body was limp on top of you, binding you to the mattress. You wiggled ineffectively, gasping when you realize his cock was still sheathed inside you. He was still hard and your walls clenched around him.
“Sam,” you gasped into his ear. “Sam, you gotta get off me.”
The large man, stirred with a drawn out moan. Your hand went unconsciously to stroke through his shaggy brown hair. His eyes met yours, shock and concern flooding them.
“Y/N?” he tried to push himself up. His arms failed him, and he dropped back down.
“Sam?” your voice was gentle. “What do you remember?”
“I….I….don’t…what?” he glanced down, realizing that he was inside of you. “OMG WHAT?” his voice raised, starting to panic.
You gripped his shoulders, rubbing them softly. “Stop,” you murmured. “It’s okay, Sam, it’s fine. You were possessed.”
Sam’s face scrunched up in confusion. “Possessed?” he shook his head. “I, we, I…..” his words faltered.
His face was millimeters from yours, his breath ghosting across your lips. Your Y/E/C eyes met his hazel ones, searching them. “Sam,” you shushed him, reaching up to kiss the corner of his mouth.
“Y/N, I……”
Your pussy clenched around him again. “Sam….just, please…..” you moaned.
The sound of your moan seemed to trigger something in the hunter, his pupils blowing wide with lust. His lips crashed into yours, his tongue demanding entrance. You moaned, gripping his hair, tugging to bring him closer.
Sam sighed into the kiss, his hand moving to caress your cheek. His tongue explored your mouth, stroking against sensitive spots, forcing moans from your throat. He started moving, slowly pushing into you.
Your hands moved, pulling the flannel shirt off his shoulders, dropping it beside you on the mattress. You slid your hands over his biceps, and across his shoulders, eliciting a gasp from the hunter. He returned the favour, lifting you and pulling your tshirt over your head, his eyes surveying your body.
“Fuck, Y/N,” his hand moved down your side, then back up ghosting over your breast. He moved his head down, capturing your nipple between his lips, suckling gently.
You sighed, grinding up against him. His gentleness was welcomed after how brutally the demon had taken you. “Sam,” you moaned, your back arching, pressing your sensitive nubs into his mouth.
His breath grazed across your skin as he stroked his tongue across you, moving up to recapture your lips with his. His tongue laved against your mouth, imploring you to open to him.
Sam wrapped his arms around you, burying his face into your neck. He started to move a little faster, his cock sliding against your g spot. You thrust up against him, wrapping your legs around his hips. You needed to be enveloped by him, just as much as he needed to surround you.
“God, Y/N,” he moaned, his lips pressed kisses behind your ear, his tongue following. “You feel so good.”
You could feel your body getting ready for release, Sam’s pelvis pressing harder on your swollen clit. His cock grazed against your g spot again, bringing you to the brink. He quickened his pace again, his hand moving to rub against your mount, his fingers finding the perfect spot, circling gently, moving at the same pace as his hips were.
“God, Y/N,” Sam breathed, “I’m…….I….”
You gripped the hunter tighter, silently letting him know that you were about to cum as well.
Groaning, you gasped Sam’s hair to bring his lips to yours as you came. Your walls squeezed against him, bringing him with you. With a course cry of your name his hips stuttered against yours. Sam ground into you, riding out your orgasm, his cum filling you.
Panting, you release Sam from your kiss. Sam unfurled his arms from you, rolling to the side. You gasped at the empty feeling. He reached for you, pulling you against his chest.
“Y/N,” he started. “I’m sorry……”
“Sam, “you interjected. “Stop.” You moved so you could see Sam’s eyes. “It’s fine. I exorcized the bastard, and I got to fuck you. Could’ve been a worse night.” You winked down at him.
He laughed, his hand gripped your chin, pulling you in for a kiss. “Well, when you put it that way……”
This is my first AU. Reader is having an awful day. Sam Winchester shows up and manages to make it not so bad.
“I’ve had a crap day and the bottom of my shopping bags just broke and all my groceries are all over the ground and I’m sitting here in the middle of the parking lot crying my eyes out. You are really nice, thank you for helping me picking my stuff up and holy crap you are cute” AU
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You grab your bags from the cashier, grunting at the weight. You didn’t realize you had bought so many groceries. No wonder the bill was so high. Walking to your car, you stop to readjust the bags. Just then, the bottom of the bags collapse, releasing themselves of your groceries. The fixings for tonight’s dinner and the next week’s lunches were strewn on the wet ground. Apples rolling under cars, cans and boxes getting dented and broken, eggs smashing and leaving a yolky, gooey mess at your feet.
“Dammit!” you swear, leaning down to try to collect what you can. A wind picks up, lifting the lighter things from the ground and blowing them across the parking lot. Your eyes follow your dinner as it disappears behind the multitudes of cars.
This was typical. The way your day started was awful enough. Your boss yelled at you, your sister called to cancel your double date tonight, and your boyfriend…..well, let’s just say he’s not your boyfriend anymore.
You felt the lump rising in your throat, the tears edging in your eyes. You angrily brought your sleeve up, wiping at the prickly feeling.
I don’t cry. Spilled groceries aren’t worth crying over. Men aren’t worth crying over.
Dammit. Once the tears start it’s hard to stop. Sniffing, you kneel, trying to gather what groceries you can, hoping you don’t need to go back in the store. You know your face is tear streaked, your eyes are puffy, and your nose is running. You don’t want to face anyone looking like this.
“Hey!” a voice calls from across the parking lot.
You turn to see a very tall man, arms full of groceries, taking long strides towards you. You quickly scrub your face on your sleeve, trying to make it look like you weren’t crying. Yeah, right.
“Hey,” the man got to you, gesturing towards you with the food in his arms. “I think these are yours.”
You look up at him, sheepishly, praying he doesn’t notice the state of your face. You sniff. “Thanks.”
His hazel eyes scan your face, his eyebrows furrowing with worry. “Are you okay?”
You nod. “Yeah, just one of those days,” you start to try to collect your groceries from him, but he held on.
“I’ll help you take them to your car,” he offers, nodding towards your other groceries on the ground. “You should grab those.”
“Right,” you breathe out, kneeling again to pick up the items. You stand, gesturing with your chin for the man to follow you. Walking to your car you try not to think about how attractive this man is. He’s strikingly tall, with long brown hair and gorgeous hazel eyes. And apparently he’s also super nice, so nice he found groceries at the other end of the parking lot, gathered them, and tried to find who they belonged to.
Who does that?
“I’m Sam,” the man offers just as you get to your car.
Apparently Sam does that.
Shifting the groceries in your arms you fumble for your keys to open your trunk. Luckily there’s reusable bags in there. You had forgotten them when you went in the store and opted for the plastic ones. You drop the groceries in one bag, then hold another open for Sam to drop the ones he was holding onto.
“Y/N,” you reply, once you are empty handed. You hold out your hand to him.
He gripped it gently. “Nice to meet you, Y/N.”
His gaze on you brings a flush to your cheeks. “Um, thanks for the help, Sam,” you smile shyly.
“No problem, Y/N, glad to help.” A frown starts to show on his face when he notices tears well in your eyes again. “Are you okay? ‘
Another pathetic sniffle escapes you, and you swallow down the lump in your throat. Shaking your head you smile sadly. “I’ve just had the adult version of The Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day.”
Sam sighs, “I’m sorry to hear that. Is there anything I can do?
You blink, your eyes search his face. “No, no. I don’t want to take up your time, Sam. Thanks again for your help.”
Sam moves forward slightly, his hand gripping your shoulder. “Do you,” he blinks, his lips quirking up displaying adorable dimples. “Do you have any plans tonight?”
You pause, swallowing. “I did, but…..but they fell through,” you conclude.
Sam’s eyes light up. “Good,” he pauses when you quirk your head at his reply. “No, not good that they fell through, good that, well,” He stops himself, grinning when he realizes how silly he’s sounding. “I mean, I would like to take you to dinner…..Would you like to have dinner with me, Y/N?”
Pursing your lips, you consider his request. On one hand you weren’t really ready for this, but on the other this gorgeous man is asking you out even after seeing your horrible, crying, puffy face. So, why not? “Yeah, Sam, I’d like that.”
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Looking in the mirror, you fuss with your hair trying to get it to smooth down a bit. Your curls were forever unruly. You blink at your reflection, taking in your Y/E/C eyes, small nose, smattering of freckles and slightly full lips. A cold compress had done wonders on the puffiness you had from crying, and you were now passable for your date.
Your date with Sam, the man from the parking lot.
What am I doing? I should cancel, I’m not ready for this.
The doorbell rang, making it too late for you to grab your cell to cancel. With a sigh you smooth your skirt down, fluff your hair and lick your lips. Turning from the mirror you start towards your door.
“Hey,” Sam’s bright smile greets you as you swing open the door. His eyes make an appreciative pass down, then up your body. “You look…..”
You laugh, motioning him into the entryway. “Thanks, I just gotta grab my purse.”
Turning to grab your hand bag from the side table you try to keep the flush from rising to your cheeks. The tall man really cleans up well. His broad shoulders are displayed in a slightly tight sweater, chinos sitting low on his hips, his eyes reflecting the colour of his shirt.
What am I getting into?
Taking a deep breath you turn, taking Sam’s offered arm and head out the door.
*********************************** “I’ll have the t-bone, rare, fries and a pint of Miller’s,” you tell the waiter, handing him your menu.
Sam’s eyes were wide as you order. “Um, just a Mediterranean salad with chicken, please. And Miller’s I guess.”
Once the waiter is out of ear shot Sam’s attention turns to you. “Wow, I think you’d put my brother to shame,” he laughs. “He’s a big eater too.”
You blush at his comment. “I like red meat.”
Sam chuckles. “I wasn’t trying to….It was a compliment, Y/N. I like women that eat real food,” he reaches for your hand, his fingers wrapping around yours almost delicately.
Your blush deepens. Clearing your throat you change the subject. “So, you have a brother?”
This change of subject seems to put Sam more at east, and your conversation flows for the next hour. You laugh about misadventures, groan about family, and share details of your life that you haven’t shared with anyone. Sam was easy to talk to.
“Yeah, well, Dean didn’t find it that funny……” Sam was saying when you spot them.
Them.
Your ex, Gabriel, and your sister, Meg. They came through the restaurant door, Gabe’s arm around her shoulders, Meg throwing back her tamed curls and laughing. He then leans forward and kisses her, full, hard, passionately. He never kissed you like that.
Sam stops talking when he notices your face change. “Y/N? Are you okay?”
You swallow, pushing your chair back. “I just need the washroom.”
Walking quickly to your escape, you push open the door and let out the sob you were holding in. You brace yourself against the counter, your sobs silently wracking your body.
How could they? I trusted them. How stupid am I? I should have seen this coming.
Shaking your head you watch your tears fall onto the counter. Your mind flashes back to those moments, those small moments you had questioned. Gabe’s hand lingering a little too long on Meg’s back. Finding them in the kitchen, quickly moving apart. Seeing Gabe’s phone light up with Meg’s name.
“I’m so stupid,” you say to your reflection.
“You’re not stupid, Y/N,” Sam’s voice came from the doorway.
“Sam……” you start, not really knowing how to apologize for this happening on your date. It wasn’t fair to him.
“Y/N,” He stops you, moving into the washroom, carefully locking the door for privacy. “I’m guessing that was part of your Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day?”
You nod, looking down at your hands. You twist the ring on your finger, trying to concentrate on not crying. “It’s just the cherry on top,” you say wryly.
Sam furrows his brows, moving towards you. His arms envelop you, his hand brushing small, comforting circles on your back. You stay there for a few minutes, trying to calm yourself.
Sam brushes your hair from your face, kissing your forehead gently. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“Not really,” you mutter into his chest. You inhale his scent, nuzzling closer to him. He was so solid, felt so good…..you blink, pulling yourself from your thoughts and push away from him.
His eyes search your face.
You sigh. “That was my ex,” you start, “And my sister.”
“Oh man, “ Sam moved his hand to your arm, squeezing it, trying to show support. “I’m so sorry, Y/N.”
Shaking your head, you sniffle, “I should have seen it, there were signs.” You worry your bottom lip with your teeth. “I’m so dumb.”
Sam shook his head emphatically. “No, no, Y/N. You loved them, so why would you want to think the worse?”
Cocking your head at him, you realize that he’s speaking the truth. Of course you wouldn’t want to think that. You would want to believe they loved you as much as you loved them.
Sam’s hand slowly moved up, cupping your face. “They’re the stupid ones for hurting you.”
Sam closed the gap between you, placing a large hand firmly on the small of your back. He pressed you against him, his eyes meeting yours.
You swipe your tongue over your lips nervously.
Sam’s head dipped down, his lips hesitantly brushing yours. “Can I?” his breath caressed your lips.
You nod, bringing your lips firmly to his. Once you make contact something snaps inside both of you. Your lips join hungrily, tongues wrestling for dominance. Sam nips at your lips, pulling moans from you. You grip his hair, tugging gently, pulling deep sighs from from Sam. His grip on you becomes tighter, pressing you against his very large bulge, and you can’t resist grinding against him.
“Y/N,” he moans. “I….”
“Sam,” you stop him, grabbing at his belt and clumsily trying to undo it. “Just…..”
His eyes flash, his hands pulling your shirt off you, palming your swollen breasts. His lips dip to your nipples, licking them through your lacy bra. “Dammit,” he groaned. “You’re beautiful.”
Your back arches, pressing yourself harder against him. His large hands grip your waist, lifting you effortlessly onto the counter. Breaking contact with you he slides down to his knees, sliding your skirt up. His fingers nimbly remove your panties, sliding them down your curvy legs. His nose presses against your hot core, nuzzling, inhaling your arousal.
“Fuck, Y/N,” he sighs. “I wish we had more time.” He stood, unzipping his pants.
You reach into the waistband of his pants, needing his hard cock. You move your eyes to meet his. “So do I,” you pull Sam closer, wrapping your legs around his waist.
His lips were on yours again, his engorged member pressing into you, stretching you. You moan into his mouth, gripping his shoulders to bring him even closer to you.
“Fuck,” Sam grunts out. “You feel so good, Y/N.”
He starts pumping into you, grinding himself against your core. His pelvis deliciously rubs against your engorged clit, making you moan out his name. Sam’s breathing quickens, his end was coming soon. He grips your bottom, lifting you, turning and pressing you against the wall. His eyebrow quirks at the small yelp you let out.
You smile, “No, it’s good,” you breathe out, grinding down onto his cock. “Keep going.”
He nods, doubling his efforts, pressing you hard into the wall with every thrust. His lips meet yours, tongues intertwining, dancing.
You are impossibly wet, ready for your release. “Dammit Sam, I’m going to cum,” you clutch his shoulders, holding on, knowing this was going to be explosive.
“Then cum, Y/N, I want to feel you cum on my cock,” Sam’s thrusts quicken, chasing your release.
The warmth in your cunt expanded, pressure that you’ve never felt before grows. You gasp as you felt your orgasm start, sweeping through your body. You feel a warm gush release from you, and cry out as you realize you were squirting, you were literally cumming all over Sam’s cock. “Sam, I…..fuck, god, just keep fucking me….”
His moans escalate, turning into growls. His lips capture yours again as he continues thrusting hard into you. His body starts to stutter, his release shooting into you.
As your breathing returns to normal, Sam peppers kisses down your neck, nipping lightly at your sweet spot. “Well, that turned out….” You trailed off, laughing softly.
Sam let your legs down gently, withdrawing from you. He smiles shyly, “Much better than I thought it would.” Bending down he kisses you again.
A knock at the door sounds, breaking the two of you apart.
You raise an eyebrow at Sam, grabbing your shirt from the floor and sliding it on. “Well, this could be awkward.”
He laughs, buttoning himself up. “For us, or them?” He nods towards the door.
Sam has his hand on your back as you move to the door. Unlocking it, you swing it open, an apology ready on your lips.
Meg.
“Y/N?” she asks, stopping as he notices Sam behind you. “What?”
You smirk, enjoying the confused look on your sister’s face. “Tell Gabe I say hi,” you slide past her, Sam following close behind, letting his hand move intimately around your waist.
You can picture Meg being slack jawed, watching as the two of you stop to kiss once more.
Once outside the restaurant Sam turns to you. “So what do you think Meg will do?”
You giggle, a mischievous glint in your Y/E/C eyes. “Probably die of embarrassment.” You wink at Sam. “I left my underwear in there.”
Sam erupts into laughter, throwing an arm around your shoulder. “Well,” his eyes traipse down your body. “Since I have easier access, I think I’m going to enjoy the ride home.”
You flush, your arousal becoming evident to the gorgeous man next you.
He leans down, his voice low with arousal. “I want to taste it when you squirt this time, Y/N. That was amazingly hot.”
Stifling a moan, you take Sam’s hand, impatient to reach his car. You smile to yourself as he squeezes your fingers, showing his fervor as well.
Your Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day is definitely looking up.
A.n. I know I was supposed to have this done like five months ago but I’ve had such severe writers’ block and I’ve been so busy and ugh. This story had to get shoved to the backburner for a while and I’m so, so sorry about all that. But here we go, tons of fluff and no angst!!! Thank you to all of my readers who are still interested in this story. I’m so grateful and we’d never have gotten this far (ten parts, holy shit) without you all!!<33
Words: 3,469
Warnings: SMUT
This is part ten of the Above the Clouds series! You can find the other parts here, which I would highly recommend reading or else you’ll be really confused!!
This doesn’t happen.
Hunters don’t get married.
Hunters don’t have kids.
And hunters sure as hell don’t get happy endings.
You had pretty much given up on the idea of marriage long ago. That went hand in hand with the life—you couldn’t have attachments, simple as that. But how could you have anticipated your soul mate even existing, let alone actually finding him?
You paced around anxiously, feeling both optimistic and as though you were about to hurl.
“I don’t- I’m- what if we’re making a huge mistake?” You stuttered out, looking at your maid of honor nervously. Sure, you and Dean were a match made in heaven (quite literally), but that didn’t seem to stop human error. Dean had mentioned that his parents hit a few rough patches in their relationship and fought often… There was no guarantee that wouldn’t happen to you and Dean as well.
“You’re not,” your sister smiled reassuringly, placing her hand on your shoulder to offer some comfort. “You and Dean are so in love, there isn’t a doubt in my mind you two aren’t going to make it.”
“Yeah,” Charlie piped up as she curled her hair. “If you two aren’t meant to be, there isn’t any hope for the rest of us.”
You felt slightly relieved.
Everything would be fine.
The wedding was last-minute to say the least. The second you’d called up your parents, they were ecstatic. They said they’d handle everything and all you and Dean had to do was compose the guest list and show up. You couldn’t have asked for a more positive response.
You were about to walk down the aisle. Your sister had just gone down and was now waiting at the altar, your soon to be husband waiting just to the right of her, Sam and Castiel standing beside him. You had never felt so nervous in your life.
Did you look okay? What if you accidentally shed a tear and your makeup was ruined? What if you trip and fall?
So many what-if’s buzzed around in your head that you hardly noticed when Charlie began to make her way down to where the rest of them stood. You were next.
“Sweetheart, breathe,” you father whispered in your ear. “I’ve seen the way that boy looks at you. You’ve got nothing to be nervous about,” he smiled, taking hold of your arm and leading you to the aisle. It was time.
You took a deep breath as you began to walk, your eyes instantly connecting with Dean’s. You saw his jaw go slack as he took you in and you felt tears begin to brim in your eyes because you weren’t supposed to be here. Hunters didn’t get this – most people didn’t even get this. How could you be so fortunate?
You seemed to have glided across the room and you couldn’t remember the walk up. But here you were, face to face with the love of your life. Your father kissed your cheek as he gave you away, taking his seat next to your mother.
He looked so handsome it made your heart ache. He was clean-shaven, his hair combed back, and his suit neat and immaculate. You swore he could’ve been a model in another life.
The priest to the left of you began to speak, effectively snapping you out of your daze.
“We are gathered here today to share in and celebrate the joining and commitment of these two individuals, becoming one. Marriage is a special place, the sheltered environment in which we can endlessly explore ourselves in the presence of another and in which we can offer the possibility of true reflection of another.”
He continued like that for a while, but you weren’t listening. You were so focused on Dean and reminiscing in your past together when you almost didn’t notice it was time for the vows.
“(Y/N) and Dean have chosen to write their own vows,” the small man said, nodding to Dean that he was to go first.
He cleared his throat, the sound reverberating in the room which was so quiet, you could hear a pin drop.
“(Y/N),” he began. “What can I say to you? You make my life worth living and you give me something to look forward to every day. You give my life meaning—you give me meaning. I don’t think I would be anything without you, and even though we’ve only known each other a year, it feels like I’ve known you forever. I don’t think I can put into words how much you mean to me, sweetheart. But I’m going to try.
“I remember one morning when we took a trip to the beach, we were sitting on the sand, watching the sun set and… I couldn’t help but realize then, in that moment, that you were the only person I ever wanted to watch the sunset with, you were the only person I could ever want to share that with, and that I wanted to share every sunset and sunrise I have left with you by my side. I still want that and I think I always will,” he smiled sheepishly. “You mean so much to me, it scares me sometimes. But it also comforts me and gives me strength. You give me strength. I want to spend the rest of my life, however long that is, with you.”
You felt tears threatening to fall, “You asshole. This makeup took forever,” you whispered, dabbing at them. Dean chuckled lowly in response. It was funny how even in a public spectacle, where you were proclaiming your love for Dean to all your friends and family, you still had a secret, intimate moment no one else could know of or understand. It made your heart swell.
It was your turn now. Your voice was shaky as you began, but then the words began to flow. You weren’t talking to all those people. You were talking to Dean, promising Dean you’d always be with him, that you’d always love him.
“I… I don’t know how to top that. And I don’t think I can. But that’s okay, because it’s not about being better, or having the more meaningful speech, or the more beautiful vows. This is me telling you how important you are to me, how I can’t live without you… how I won’t live without you. This is me becoming yours and you becoming mine – officially, anyway.
“And God knows how much I feel for you, Dean. When I was thinking about what to write, I realized something. We… we never said the big L-word.”
Everyone gasped at that, and hushed whispers echoed through the room.
You didn’t mind. You just smiled and continued.
“But that‘s okay, because only you and I know why that is, and only you and I know what it means when I say that every time we touch I get butterflies and when we kiss I see fireworks. And it’s beautiful and it’s perfect and it’s us. I don’t think I can use a better word to describe it. We’re just us. You’re you and I’m me, and when we’re together, we’re us. And that is so damn important. And… That’s all I can say. You’re my world Dean, and even though it sounds cliché, I can’t find any other way to put it… You’re everything I always wanted; you’re every wish I’ve ever made. You’re thoughts and hopes and dreams I can’t begin to describe. When I’m with you nothing else matters, and when I’m away from you, you’re on my mind. You’re everything to me, Dean. So I’m not going to stand up here and lie. To promise you things that are completely out of my control. I’m here to give you a constant in the world we live, where everything can be taken away in a heartbeat. I’m giving you me. I’m promising you that every second I’m breathing; I’m doing it for you. That my heart beats for you, Dean.”
Tears were freely running down your cheeks now and you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. Dean reached out to wipe them away, smiling as he did so.
“I love you,” you managed. “I know this breaks our rule, but I love you, Dean.”
“I-I love you, too,” Dean said, for the first time since his mother died. “I love you, (Y/N).”
Sam quickly produced the rings, and the priest began again.
“Dean, do you take (Y/N) to be your wedded wife, to live together in marriage? Do you promise to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and health, and forsaking all others, be faithful only to her, for as long as you both shall live?”
“I do,” Dean answered firmly, his gaze unwavering.
“(Y/N), do you take Dean to be your wedded husband to live together in marriage? Do you promise to love him, comfort him, honor and keep him for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and health and forsaking all others, be faithful only to him so long as you both shall live?”
“I do,” you said softly, meeting his eyes, your expression filled with passion.
“By the power invested in me, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”
Dean didn’t wait a second, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around your waist, pressing his lips to yours with an insatiable need. It was gentle and sweet, nervous and anticipated, but it was perfect. It lasted what felt like forever, but still not long enough. When your lips parted, he rested his forehead against yours.
“We’re married,” you said, still shocked.
“Crazy, right?”
“Maybe just a little,” you giggled.
The reception was decorated beautifully, the venue close to the church you’d just been married in.
It still hadn’t really sunk in that you were actually married to Dean, the love of your life.
Drinks were already being served at the open bar and appetizers were passed around.
It felt like yesterday you were at your sister’s wedding, having just met Dean. Now you couldn’t imagine life without him and you wondered how you’d ever done it before.
You spoke to a few of your relatives, thanking them for their congratulations.
It was hard to be surrounded by all the alcohol and not being able to drink any of it, but Dean didn’t taunt you with it. As a matter of fact, he hadn’t had any himself.
Everyone took their seats for the toast from the best man. Sam rose from his seat next to Dean and smiled down at the both of you. You knew he’d do great.
“Firstly, just like to say thank you to (Y/N)’s family for an amazing job planning and putting together the ceremony and reception. Especially considering it was so last-minute.
“Now, I know most of you on (Y/N)’s side don’t know my brother Dean all that well, and you definitely didn’t know him before (Y/N) got to him. He’s changed a lot since then, all in good ways.
“My brother used to be, well, kind of miserable. He never really thought he had anything going for him and he never thought he’d ever settle down. I think he just had no hope for himself. But all of that changed when he met (Y/N). She gave him something to live for. He got happier. He’s still not funny, though, but she seems to think he is, so that’s a miracle in and of itself.”
People began to laugh at that, yourself included.
“Anyway, what I’m trying to say is, (Y/N), you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to my brother. You’re an amazing friend, an amazing person, and the perfect wife for my brother. Cheers!”
Everyone clapped, yourself included; Dean stood and gave his brother a hug.
The reception was coming to a close and before you knew it, you and Dean were leaving, driving off in the impala, ‘Just Married’ written on the back window.
Dean held your hand the entire ride to the hotel and you were absolutely beaming.
“How’d I get so damn lucky?” Dean said, looking down at you lovingly.
You shrugged. “The God-squad was really looking out for you,” you smirked, pressing a chaste kiss to his jaw. “Now, eyes on the road before you get us both killed. Our marriage isn’t that bad yet,” you giggled.
You arrived at a four-star hotel and you were absolutely beaming. Dean carried your bags. You would’ve helped, but it was rather difficult with your dress trailing behind you, along with the fact that Dean wouldn’t have let you anyway. You checked into the honeymoon suite, clinging to Dean’s arm as he set down your belongings long enough to check in before finding your way to the elevator. You couldn’t stand to be away from him for a single second today.
Dean held you close to him on the ride up, pressing sweet kisses to your lips and down your neck. You leaned into him, your eyes fluttering shut, loving the feeling of his lips on your skin.
You hadn’t had sex since you’d been informed of the pregnancy, which was about two weeks ago. Your body instantly responded to his touch and you all but moaned as his arms wound around your waist to press you against him.
“You look so good, baby,” Dean groaned against you, gently taking your bottom lip between his teeth, teasing you. “Can’t believe you’re mine,” he pressed his forehead against yours.
“Always yours,” you whispered as you kissed him back.
The elevator chose that moment to open, dinging to announce your arrival. Dean separated himself from you, hauling your luggage to your room at the end of the hall.
He set your things down and quickly took you into his arms again, groaning against your lips as he pulled you into a crushing kiss.
You were desperate for each other. It felt like forever since the last time he touched you like this.
“You looked so damn beautiful, all day,” he panted against your neck, pinning you against the door with his hips. “I couldn’t take my eyes off you, not for a second.”
All you could do was moan against him, your thoughts barely coherent enough to acknowledge Dean moving you to the bed. Dean was intoxicating, and you were drunk on him.
Your pace slowed down tremendously, the kiss you were currently sharing more chaste and languorous.
You had all the time in the world.
You loved the feel of Dean’s mouth on yours, his soft, full lips pressing against yours, his teeth catching on your lips just the tiniest bit, his tongue swiping out to sooth the little bites he left.
He trailed kisses down your jaw and neck, always ending back up at your lips, where you’d clutch to him as he moved against you, his tongue like velvet across yours.
Kissing Dean was a religious experience, one that shook you to your core.
By the time he’d made his way to the junction between your neck and shoulder, you were a panting, aching mess. You wanted him inside you more than anything, but you also wanted to savor this. This would be your first time having sex as a married couple, and while you’d definitely done all of this before, the way Dean was touching you made it feel like the first time.
He kissed you reverently; praising each piece of skin revealed to him, a deep, guttural groan escaping his lips as you removed your dress and accessories, staring shamelessly as he undressed as well.
He sat on the edge of the bed, motioning you to come near him, looking up at you lovingly.
His arms wrapped around your waist and you arched into him, sighing appreciatively. You loved Dean touching you. You loved his rough hands on your smooth skin, tracing scars from hunting accidents and pressing loving kisses to your imperfections.
His lips ghosted the tender skin of your abdomen, pressing soft, wet kisses along the edge of your panties.
“Mrs. Winchester,” he nearly groaned, voice deep and rough, as he pressed a kiss to each of your hipbones. He nipped the skin lightly before soothing it with his tongue, your hand threading through his hair.
“Love it when you call me that,” you moaned as he mouthed your sex through your panties, throwing your head back.
He only gripped you tighter, a need now thrumming through the both of you, consuming the once relaxed, slow pace you were once working at.
He needed you and you were more than willing to give yourself over.
You lay back on the bed, Dean’s large frame molding to yours as he kissed you, a fervent need behind the gentle swipe of his tongue against your lips.
You could feel his hard length moving against your still clothed center and you gasped.
“Need you, Dean,” you sighed as he worked his way down your neck, his stubble teasing your sensitive skin.
“I’ll take care of you, baby, don’t worry,” he hushed as he unclasped your bra. You lifted yourself to help him, the lacy number thrown behind you, long forgotten.
He took a moment to admire your half naked body lying before him, writhing and squirming and wanton with need. Need for him. He nearly moaned at the thought, leaning down to take your nipple into his mouth.
You gasped at the feeling of his hot mouth on your breast. He kneaded the other with his hand, alternating between them, his warm, wet tongue swirling around the hardened peaks.
“Dean, please,” you whined, grinding your center against the rather large tent that had formed in his boxers, needing to feel some sort of friction.
He bit his lip and groaned, “Baby, you can’t keep doing that. I won’t last.”
“Take me, Dean,” you whispered, leaning up to kiss him. “I’m yours.”
He nearly ripped your panties off you in that moment, his pupils blown with lust.
His rough fingers teased your dripping sex and he smirked, “All this for me?”
You bit your lip, “Need you, Dean. Need to feel you.”
He stopped teasing, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before rising off the bed to remove his underwear.
You licked your lips as he made his way back to you. You never got tired of seeing him naked; the man was a work of art. How could you be so lucky?
“Like what you see?” He smirked.
“Oh, you have no idea,” you nearly moaned.
He was back on you in a heartbeat, placing needy, hasty kisses along your throat.
“Dean,” you whined. “Need you.”
“I got you, baby,” he whispered as he hooked your leg around his waist. He entered you slowly, allowing you to feel every glorious inch of him.
You moaned as he stretched you deliciously; filling you, completing you.
“Need you to move,” you gasped, gripping his shoulders.
He guided himself in and out of you at a lazy pace before he began to pick up the speed slightly. He was hitting your g-spot with every thrust and with the angle you were at, his pelvis was pressing at your clit just enough to have you a moaning mess.
You snapped your hips up in response, meeting him thrust for thrust, the two of you working together perfectly, as always.
He wove your fingers together and he pressed kisses to your neck, groaning and gasping sweet nothings into your skin.
You took your time, loving the feel of him sliding in and out of you, appreciating every beautiful sound that escaped his lips.
He pressed his forehead against yours, both of you on the edge of tumbling over, and he whispered, just loud enough for you to hear, “I love you, (Y/N).”
That was all it took to send you into a blinding orgasm, one that shook your entire body, every nerve alight with fire. Your walls spasmed around him as you came, sending him into an intense climax as well. You were shaking slightly as he worked both of you through it, slowly winding down from the apex of pleasure.
“I love you, too, Dean,” you replied, once you were able to string together a comprehensive thought.
He held you close to him, your legs still intertwined, as he kissed you, long and slow. He peppered kisses across your face and neck, whispering “Mrs. Winchester” between each peck, something you’d love more and more as the years went on.
You took his face in your hands pulling his mouth to yours before laying your head on his chest, falling asleep happier than you’d ever been in your life.
I'm so happy to hear your writing again!! You're a really really phenomenal writer and I missed you :) I understand you're busy! And you don't have to hurry :) you're stories are amazing! And don't apologize :) X
Awww, thanks anon, you're so sweet! I might just get a toothache, damn you!
No, but seriously, I'm so, so glad you took the time to message me, it really means a lot. Thanks for the understanding <3
I firmly believe I'll be done with it tonight, so stay tuned!
Hey! I love your stories!!! You're a really good writer! Are you planning on having more parts for above the clouds? Its a question :) I don't want to seem rude! Love you!
nonono you're not rude at all! I'm so, so sorry I've been neglecting that story. I've actually been working on it tonight and there'll be a ton (and I mean a fucking ton) of fluff to make up for the long wait. I'm honestly so angry at myself. I have been suffering from writers' block for the last how many months and I've been unbelievably busy with my classes and job. I hope all my readers can understand. I'm honestly just relieved to know that people are still interested in my story! It means the world to me!
A.n. this happened to me the other day so I just had to write out my feelings. I’m kind of depressed and this is my way of venting I guess.
Words: 964
Warnings: slightly self-conscious reader, angst?
You threw your bag over your shoulder, clutching the extra notebook that just didn’t seem to fit inside properly close to your chest. You walked to your class at a brisk pace, approaching your class as quickly as possible – partially because you loved that class and partially because you’d get to see him.
You’d met Dean your freshman year; you had the same major and lived in the same dorm, so you’d been running into each other quite often. A flirty friendship had broken out between the two of you and though you’d tried your hardest not to let it happen, you’d developed a crush on him. Crush didn’t even begin to cover it—you were helplessly in love with him. You were now in your third year in college and still nothing seemed to happen between the two of you.
You’d remained single through all the years, though Dean had dated every now and again, but after his ex-girlfriend Lisa, he’d sworn off dating for good. You never really believed that, however – Dean was a hopeless romantic, and in that aspect, you were one in the same.
You’d try every night while you were sleeping to convince yourself to get over him—you were just friends, nothing else, and someone like Dean could never be interested in you. But then you’d think back to all those times it was questionable…
All those parties he’d begged you to go with him to, where he’d get your drinks for you and dance with you and tell you how much he cherished his time with you…
Those times he’d put his arm around you for no reason; held your hand as you were navigating a crowd…
You kept remembering those rare but meaningful instances, and part of yourself would refuse to let go of the hope that you’d end up together.
The rational part of you was screaming at you to forget him, to move on, that you were worth more than just waiting around for a guy who either couldn’t make up his mind or had no real interest in you, but it was futile.
You’d see him in your dreams and wake up believing it was real before the crushing reality sank in. You’d burrow yourself under the covers and have a good cry before getting on with your day.
You were hopelessly, completely, irrationally in love with Dean Winchester, and today you were going to tell him.
You arrived at your class, finding that Dean had already beaten you there.
“Hey, what took you so long?” He smirked triumphantly. You and Dean had been racing each other to your classes since your sophomore year, and he usually won. That was mostly due to you letting him have the victory—his little smile was just too cute to pass up and the small loss was definitely worth it.
“Shut up,” you laughed.
“Hey, so I gotta talk to you about something,” he said as you took the seat next to him. “It’s kind of important.”
“Well, what a coincidence, I’ve got something I want to talk to you about too.”
“You go, then,” he smiled shyly.
“No, it can wait,” you said, chewing on your lip nervously. You’d already been waiting three years, what was a few more minutes?
Apparently, everything.
“So, I was kind of wondering if I could get some advice… like, girl advice.”
“Um, okay,” you said warily. You had a bad feeling.
“I’ve been talking to this girl for a while, and I was wondering if I should ask her out, or become her friend first? What do you think? I mean, you’re a girl… What should I do?”
Your stomach dropped. Your mouth went dry. You were in shock. You couldn’t find the words to say—you couldn’t think at all, for that matter. You were almost completely sure he liked you. You were in love with him, how could this be? How could he not like you? How were you not enough for him? Why didn’t the guys you like ever like you back? Why did you always do this to yourself? You were an idiot. You were stupid to believe Dean would ever like you. You couldn’t believe you’d tricked yourself into reading too much into everything that happened between you. Everything was purely platonic and you were an idiot. You were such an idiot.
“(Y/N)? You okay?”
“Oh, yeah, sorry,” you cleared your throat quickly, looking down so you wouldn’t cry in front of him. You couldn’t let him know you loved him now, under any circumstances. “Just ask her out,” you said between gritted teeth. “You don’t want to play games, make her feel like everything between you is a lie. Be honest with her.” You turned around and faced the front, distracting yourself by digging in your bag to get out the essay that was due today.
“Oh, yeah, what was it you wanted to ask me?”
“I was just wondering what your essay was about,” you lied, plastering a fake smile on your face. All you had to do was get through this class and then you could go home and have a good cry.
Later that night, as you were on your third carton of ice cream and managed to watch an entire season of (your favorite show), you got a text from Dean.
Guess who’s officially got a girlfriend? :D
You cringed, tears falling freely. He didn’t even know how he was hurting you. He couldn’t know.
You knew you’d be seeing them together more and more, and you couldn’t handle it. You couldn’t see him kiss another girl, hold another girl, fall in love with someone who wasn’t you, while you sat and watched silently from the friend zone.
Summary: Dean x Reader (Not the main focus of the story though, it’s more like a friendship/hunting imagine really) - The reader and the Winchesters investigate a strange case in a small town in Arizona.
Triggers: Horror, strangeness, fear, going insane, death
Word Count: 4571
Y/N = Your name, Y/E/C = Your eye colour
So I just wanted to try and write something more horror-ish. I hope you like it, I would love feedback since I really love horror writing but I’ve never written it before.
Part 2 Part 3
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You’d been hunting for a few years when you met up with the Winchesters, and then, for a few years after they asked you to join them. You were far from a rookie in the game. You knew how to play and you played the game well. Hell, you were a fucking awesome hunter. There were few things that surprised you anymore, and you barely feared anything you went up against. Sure, some of the nasty shit that crept along, hiding in the shadows, was disturbing and kinda sick. But you weren’t scared. Not that kind soul crushing, helpless type of terrified that many of the civilians you saved experienced.
You’d gone to hell and back, literally, and after that you were pretty much ready to face anything. Sam and Dean saw you as kind of reckless, but they had your back. And together you took down all sorts of monsters. Making the world a little safer with every baddie you ganked.
No, you rarely felt scared anymore. Not until that goddamn case dropped in your lap. God, how you wished you’d left that case up to some other unsuspecting hunter. No… That wasn’t right. No one should have to experience what you went through after walking out of the bunker bathroom with just one last glance in the foggy bathroom mirror. Still drying your hair, you padded barefoot towards the library where your boyfriend, Dean, was leaning over Sam’s shoulder to read something on the big guy’s laptop.
Warnings: smut, dub con, forced orgasms, swearing, rough sex, oral sex, dry humping, name calling, tied up, dom reader
You slammed the abandoned cabin’s door open, striding through.
“Y/N,” Dean bit out. “Stop.”
You whirled around, pointing a finger at the hunter. “I’m NOT talking to you, Dean,” you whirled back around, busying yourself with your duffel.
“Fine,” he threw his hands up in exasperation. He knew when you were pissed, it was usually better to leave you alone.
Pointedly keeping your back to the Winchester, you grabbed your book and sat on one of the cots. You angrily opened to the page that you had left off at, and started pretending to read. Your mind kept going over the hunt, the Wendigo, Dean deciding you couldn’t do your job. He had interfered. This was YOUR hunt, and he took it over. Like you were some little girl, and not a full grown woman. A hunter, born and raised.
Slamming your book shut you threw it across the room at Dean, narrowly missing his head.
“What the fuck, Y/N?” he whirled around, standing from the fire he had just started.
You strode over to where he was. “I can ask you the same thing, Dean,” you seethed at him. “Why did you come here? This was MY HUNT.”
His eyebrows furrowed. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“The Wendigo, Winchester,” you jabbed your finger into his chest for emphasis. “He was MINE.”
Realization flashed in Dean’s eyes. It had been a revenge hunt, and he had taken your kill. “Y/N, I…I didn’t….”
“NO!” you shouted, shoving him. You threw the hunter off balance, and he staggered back.
Dean regained his balance, stepping towards you. “Y/N, stop….”
“Fuck you, Winchester! Just because I’m a WOMAN…..” you met his stride, shoving him again, but this time he was ready. Dean caught your arms, pulling you against him. You struggled, throwing your body weight into him. “Dammit, let me go!”
You could feel a chuckle low in his chest. “You started it,” he then did let you go, flicking you lightly off him, causing you to stumble backwards.
Your eyes flared. “You think this is FUNNY?” you roared. You had had it, the eldest Winchester was going to get his ass kicked. Throwing out a left hook, you connected with his jaw.
Dean took the punch gracefully. His hand moved to his jaw, a smirk playing on his lips. “Nice punch, for a girl….” He goaded you.
You growled, lunging at him. Your arms wrapped around him, throwing his body to the floor.
Dean landed, his arms around you, breaking your fall. Even when you were trying to kick his ass he was trying to save you. This made your temper flare even hotter. You held his shoulders to the ground, your jaw clenching.
“So what are ya gonna do, Y/N?” Dean breathed out. You felt his chest heaving under you.
“I’m going to kill you, Winchester,” you replied, moving to grip the fire poker that was within your grasp.
Dean gripped you tightly, rolling you. Your back landed on the hardwood floor.
You struggled under his grip. “Let me go…..” you ground out, your voice low with hatred.
Dean smirked down at you. “Not while you’re tryin’ to kill me, sweetheart.”
You glared up at Dean, your chest heaving. In the silence between you the crackling of the fire echoed in the cabin. You were suddenly aware of how close you were to the hearth, the warmth causing you to feel flush. Or was it that the hunter was still on top of you, his green eyes moving between your eyes and your lips.
No, this was NOT going to play out this way. You were not the kind of woman who decides that she needs to sleep with her “hero”. Especially when that hero is holding you down with a very pleased smirk on his face.
You growled, wrapping your legs around Dean’s waist. Twisting, you managed to roll the large hunter off of you. You jumped to your feet, moving into a fighting stance.
“Well, Sweetheart,” you emphasized the pet name out of annoyance. “What are YOU going to do?”
“Y/N,” Dean stood, holding his hands out in surrender. “I’m not gonna fight you.”
“Fine, Winchester,” you hiss. “But that doesn’t mean I’m stopping.”
You rushed at the solid wall of man, determined to get your revenge on someone. Your first punch connected with his abdomen. Dean let out a grunt making you smirk with satisfaction. You swung again, aiming for his cheek this time. His hand moved out, gripping your wrist mid swing. Dean’s other hand grabbed your other arm, swinging you around and pushing you against the wall.
“I’m not going to fight you,” he breathed out, pressing his firm body against yours to keep you still.
You struggled against Dean, your body writhing against him. Suddenly you felt your core grind against his leg, drawing a gasp of pleasure from your lips. Fuck. This was not going as planned. You stifled the moan starting to rise in your throat, hoping your rival hadn’t noticed your reaction.
Dean’s emerald eyes met your Y/E/C ones, his pupils blown wide with lust. He definitely noticed.
He gripped you tighter against the wall, very deliberately sliding his leg against your center. His eyes searched your face, watching you for when the pleasure hit, finding that sweet spot for you. You gasped when he found it, unable to stop your body from reacting. Dean’s lips came down on yours, taking that moment when your lips were parted, determined to own your mouth with his tongue.
His tongue thrust in rhythm to his leg, roughly rubbing against your denim covered sex. Dean still had you pinned to the wall, you couldn’t move, could barely breathe. All you could do was let go, let him have his way with you. The hunter was relentlessly grinding into you, pulling deep moans from your throat. You could feel your release rising in you, a flush spreading over your cheeks. The hunter was chasing your release as much as you were, his tongue stroking against yours. With a final thrust of his thigh you came, moaning into his mouth. He let you ride out your orgasm, keeping his mouth on yours. When you finally stopped moving, he released your lips.
The hunter’s breathing was ragged as his eyes searched yours. “Y/N?” his voice was gravelly and thick with need.
You were slumped against the wall, your lips parted, chest still heaving from your release. Your eyes moved to Dean’s heaving chest, then back up to his eyes. You swiped your tongue across your lips, still tasting his lips on yours.
You could feel yourself growing wet again, your need rising in your groin.
Fuck it.
You pushed against the Winchester, spinning to slam him against the wall. You smirked at the surprised look on his face. Meeting his eyes, you watched as the surprise turned to lust. Dean swiped his tongue across his lower lip. That was when you knew you had him. You crashed your lips into his determined to dominate this round. Thrusting your tongue through his parted lips, you explored his mouth fully, pulling deep moans from his throat.
Pulling away you gripped his flannel shirt, ripping it open the buttons flew everywhere. Dean gasped, his hands moving to your hair to pull you back into a kiss.
Moving from his grasp you smirked at him. “No, Winchester, you’re not calling the shots here.” You kept enough distance that he couldn’t reach you and slowly started to unbutton your plaid shirt. “You’ll touch me when I say.”
Dean’s eyes grew wide, then his lips curled a bit. He nodded, mouth slightly agape as he watched you slowly remove your shirt, your black lace bra coming into his view.
You flashed him a sly grin. “Strip,” you ordered.
Nodding again, his hands moved to his belt buckle. He undid his pants while he toed off his shoes. He slid his pants down his muscular legs, kicking them off. Gripping the hem of his t-shirt, he pulled it over his head, his muscles rippling.
You scanned his body, your teeth nibbled your bottom lip.
“Enjoying the show?” Dean asked.
Your eyes moved back to his. You smirked, walking backwards until your calves hit the cot. You sat down, crossing your legs. “Come here, Dean,” you implored.
The hunter moved towards you, his eyes taking on a predatory sheen.
When he reached the cot, you said one word. “Knees.”
He dropped obediently.
“Undress me.”
Dean’s hands moved to your boots, slowly unzipping them. He dropped them to the ground before reaching for your belt.
You grinned when you realized that he was panting, his arousal pressed against you as he quickly undid your pants. His hands were shaking slightly as he pulled your jeans off, dropping them beside your boots.
He sat back, his eyes scanning your body. “Y/N,” he breathed out. “You’re…..”
You moved to him, pressing a finger to his lips. “No talking.”
He swallowed thickly. His eyes scanned your face. Suddenly he gripped your waist, moving you easily up the bed. Your head fell softly on the pillow. He gripped your panties, dragging them down your legs. Moving between your legs he quirked an eyebrow at you, a silent question. You nod, giving him the permission he required.
Dean spread your folds, taking in your wetness. His fingers moved over you, bringing some of your slick to your engorged clit. His thumb started working slow circles on it, building delicious pressure. Then you felt his tongue, moving through you, tasting you. His moan radiated through you.
You could feel yourself letting go, letting the hunter do as he pleased. This was not the plan. You gripped his hair, trying to tug him off of you. You wanted to dominate him, fuck him hard into the cot, make him scream your name.
Dean fought against you, pinning your wrists to the mattress, his tongue continuing its work. His eyes met yours, a mischievous glint in them. His mouth encompassed your clit, sucking hard over and over.
You felt your orgasm rising, your body stiffening. You didn’t want to fall over the edge this fast, but there was no stopping it. “You asshole,” you panted, your orgasm ripping through you.
Once you stopped moving Dean let go of you. You gripped his hair, tugging him up and turning to slam him onto the cot.
He chuckled, “You’re mad because I made you cum, again?”
“No, I’m not mad at that, Dean,” you purred, climbing off the cot and reaching for your duffle. “I’m mad that my plan was taken from me, again.”
You grabbed the rope from your bag. Dean’s eyes locked on the yellow twine, breath hitching in his throat.
You grabbed the hunter’s hands, securing them to the cot. “My plan was to ride your face until I gushed into your mouth. My plan was to ride your cock until you screamed my name.” you were panting, your core throbbing again. “Now, maybe, I should just make you scream.”
You gripped his boxers, sliding them down his bowed legs. His cock sprung free, bright red and dripping with pre cum. You licked your lips, craving the taste of him. But that was not the plan. You moved up the bed, straddling Dean’s hips, your wet cunt sliding against his member.
He moaned, thrusting up towards you.
“Naughty,” you breathed, pressing down on his hips. “Don’t move.”
You gripped his hard cock, lining it up to your entrance. “Are you ready to scream, Dean?” you asked, before slamming down onto him.
A strangled gasp came from him.
You set a brutal pace, knowing he would cum very quickly. Your hands were holding his hips down, not allowing him to chase his end, you wanted to pull that from him. You kept riding him hard, watching his face. His lips were parted, sweat beading on his forehead.
“Y/N,” his voice was broken. “I won’t last…..”
“Good,” you grind out, doubling your efforts, deliberately slamming all the way down onto his dick.
You could feel him expand, knew he was going to cum.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…….” He gasped, his orgasm rising. Then he snapped, his eyes grew wide, his mouth opened and a strangled yell came out. It sounded like half your name, and half god’s.
You kept riding him, not stopping as his release splashed into you. It felt so good, you were so full. Your head rolled back, and you moaned out his name.
“Y/N,” he gasped. “Stop…..”
You snapped your eyes back to him. “No.”
You knew he was sensitive, after that release he was probably extra sensitive. But you had said he was going to scream, and he was going to scream. You kept riding him, not allowing him to go soft. You could feel him getting even harder, and you started to grind deeply on him.
“Fuck, I can’t….this…..Y/N, please,” he begged. “I don’t think I can cum again.”
You smirk down at him. “You can, and you will……” and you just kept riding him.
Dean’s face was screwed up in a combination of pain and pleasure, his arms pulling on his restraints. You knew he was wrecked and you didn’t care, you wanted to push him further, to get your revenge.
Your pace was faltering, your orgasm coming to a head.
“Dean,” you breathed out. “I’m going to cum……. this may hurt you.”
His eyes widened as he felt your cunt squeeze around him. Then you were cumming, your walls convulsing around him. His head flew back, a scream ripped from his throat. He started to convulse in you, cum splattering your walls once again. You rode out your orgasm, watching Dean screaming, getting some sick pleasure knowing you did it to him.
Once your spasms stopped you dropped down onto Dean’s chest. You could hear his heart erratically pumping, his breath shallow. You raised yourself to look into his eyes. “You okay?”
Dean nodded slowly, not able to get words out.
Reaching up, you untied his wrists. Rubbing the indents from the rope you brought them down to kiss each of them in turn.
You felt Dean regain movement of his arms, wrapping them around you. He placed a chaste kiss on the top of your head. “Fuck, Y/N,” he let out a small laugh. “That was…..that was intense.”
You laughed, squeezing his arm. “I hope it was good intense,” you say.
“Mmmm, fuck yeah,” he confirmed. He moved his hips, his cock starting to come back to life inside of you. Gripping your waist he turned, flipping you on your back. “Now, I’m going to make you scream.”
Dean had asked you about a week ago to move into the bunker with him and you were both excited and somewhat nervous about it. You wondered what it would be like to live with him and you hoped things would continue to go so well between the two of you. Relationships typically changed when a couple starts living together and you wanted desperately for this to work out.
You parked your car inside the bunker’s garage, opening the back to grab a box of some personal items. This particular one was full of photos that you hoped you’d be able to hang, some of you and Dean, some of Sam and Cas, and some of your family that had passed away a while back. These photos were faded and yellowed but they meant the world to you. They were all you had left of them.
It felt good to not have to always be alone, to finally have a place to call “ours” instead of just “yours”. You smiled as you turned around quickly, the box filled to the brim. A frame flew out and you heard the sound of glass breaking, immediately turning your head in the direction of the noise.
OH, SHIT!
The metal frame had crashed right through the impala’s driver side window.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck was all you could think.
You sprinted into the bunker, setting the box carefully on the table before looking for Dean.
“Dean?” You called, racing through the hallways. What were you going to tell him? This was exactly what you were afraid of, of screwing everything up. Your relationship was definitely over. Dean cared more about his car than anything in the entire world and you screwed it up. Only something like this could happen to you.
You finally found him in his room, twirling his keys around his finger.
“Oh, hey, (Y/N), what’s up?” He asked coolly, kissing you quickly.
“Dean,” you started hesitantly. “I think we need to talk.”
“Uh, okay, but I was gonna go grab some beer and a movie for tonight, can this wait a few?” He asked, stepping past you.
“Wait!” You nearly screamed, throwing yourself in front of him.
His eyes widened, “What the hell is going on?”
You cleared your throat and wrung your hands nervously.
“Dean, I-I did something really, really bad and you’re probably going to hate me for this but I want you to know beforehand that I love you so much…”
He furrowed his brow, looking at you like you were speaking a foreign language.
“I sort of broke a window on the impala,” you said, shutting your eyes tightly, waiting for the series of loud curses and swears. But it never came.
“How bad is it?” he finally asked, biting his lip nervously. You knew you messed up big time, but he didn’t seem angry. Just slightly agitated, like if someone left the fridge open and all he had to do was close it.
“I-I’m not sure.”
“Well, then let’s go take a look,” he sighed, making his way to the garage.
When he saw it, he let out a whistle, opening the door to further inspect the damage.
On the seat was a photo of you and him, the one that had shattered the window in the first place. He looked at the photo fondly. It was taken on your first date and you were looking up at him like he was your world and he smiled into the camera, as he was the one taking the photo. You were both so happy then.
“I’m so, so sorry, Dean, if there’s any way I can make it up to you, or if you just want me to leave that’s okay I completely understand-“
“Relax, babe,” Dean laughed, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you to him. “It’s an easy fix. I’m not mad.”
“Y-you’re not?”
“How could I be? You’re so cute when you’re flustered,” he laughed, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
You were nervous as you neared the warehouse, right behind Sam. Why did creatures always like these creepy places?
Sam kicked down the door and you both darted through the opening, your gun cocked and flashlight shining.
You spotted him, in the corner of the room, tight up and nearly bled out. You ran to him, pulling out your knife to untie him, Sam waiting cautiously behind you in case anything jumped out at you.
A few vamps came out to stop you, but Sam quickly took them down with the help of the colt as you helped Dean out to the impala.
“What’d I miss,” he asked wearily as you buckled him in the backseat.
“You got nabbed by some vamps. Do you know what I would do without you?” You chastised him and he frowned slightly. “You can’t be that careless anymore. If you die, I’ll kill you,” you said pointing your finger at him.
He smirked slightly, knowing that was your way of telling him you loved him.
#21 – “We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you want to stop and feel the rain?”
You were headed back to the bunker after a night of hunting and drinking, the talk lively in the impala as it sped down the road. The pavement glistened when the headlights shone due to the sprinkling of rain that had started up just a little while after you’d started to head home. You weren’t tired by any means and excitement still coursed through your veins from the hunt, which explained why you were so thrilled to see the rain.
Ever since you were a small child, you’d loved it when water fell from the sky, the humidity that hung in the air, that rich smell that always accompanied it. Your mom made a tradition out of playing in it, so even when you were an adult, you enjoyed the rainfall and would dance around in it. It was your way of being close to her; it’s where you felt her, more so than any grave or shrine dedicated to her.
The engine began to sputter before the impala came to a complete stop, drawing an aggravated groan from Dean.
He stepped out of the car, cringing when he was almost immediately soaked due to the heavy increase in precipitation. It had gone from a light sprinkling to a hurricane in just a few minutes. Nature never ceased to amaze you.
He lifted the hood and inspected it, seeing the engine smoking. That wasn’t a good sign. Of course he knew what the problem was—a lack of coolant causing it to overheat in the still hot night and he growled, slamming it back down and sitting back in the drivers’ seat.
“Everything okay?”
“No. I forgot to check the engine before we drove today,” he sighed, resting his fingers on the bridge of his nose.
“So what are we gonna do?”
“I guess we’ll stay here. I can get Sam to bring some things from the bunker tomorrow so I can fix it.”
“Oh.”
“Sorry,” he said sympathetically, placing his hand on your knee.”
“Don’t be. It’s not your fault.”
You tapped your foot a bit, not knowing what to say next.
How could you cheer him up?
You smirked when an idea came to you and you thrust open your door, saying a quick “follow me” before continuing.
You ran down the road, arms spread open wide, relishing in the water falling from the heavens.
“What are you doing?” He yelled from his place at the impala.
“Having fun, you should try it sometime,” you echoed back.
“We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you want to stop and feel the rain?”
“Hell yeah!”
You spun around, waving for him to join you. You saw him nod slightly before he headed toward you, smiling slightly though he tried to hide it.
You were both thoroughly soaked though you couldn’t find it in yourselves to care.
“You’re crazy, you know that?” He said, taking you into his arms and pressing his lips to yours. You could feel him smiling into the kiss and you were, too.
“Crazy about you,” you smirked, cupping his wet cheek and kissing him again.
