Summary: You and John try to get used to each other.
Pairing: AU John Winchester x fem!Reader
Characters: Charlie Bradbury
Warnings: language, cocky John, flirty John, angst, a hint of mutual pining, mentions of sex, virgin reader
A/N: The idea for plot and some details came from @shooterere per request.
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“Doll, can you tell me how this crazy coffee machine works?” John looks at your coffee machine, furrowing his brows. “That monster doesn’t want to give me my coffee.”
“Oh, you must push the red button, choose the coffee you want, press the blue button, and put a cup there,” you explain, pointing at your coffee machine. “Let me do this, you can check on the toast meanwhile.”
“I like your toaster, it leaves a nice pattern on the toast,” laughing John looks at your toast. “Is that a kitten or a dog?”
“That’s Hello Kitty, Mr. Winchester, “you tut. “It was a gift from my friend Charlie. She was in Japan and bought it for me.”
“It’s cute, somehow,” John tries. “I never saw a pink toaster. What else can it do?”
“Only toast,” shrugging you get the coffee ready. “What are you doing for work? We talked about everything but your job.”
“I own a garage,” he lies, hiding he owns more than one. “My sons and my best friend work with me. I like to get my hands dirty once in a while. Sadly, I’m busy doing paperwork most of the time.”
“Sounds interesting. I work part-time at a library and study economics,” you say, snatching the toast out of John’s hands. “I’m usually home till eleven and can prepare dinner for us. I made a list of what we will need this week. You can add what you like to eat. Maybe you want a sixpack of beer too.”
“Give me the list and I’ll check if you forgot something,” John watches you pour him a cup of coffee, smirking as you ask him how he likes his coffee. “Black, doll. Like my soul.”
You giggle at his comment, give your cocky new roommate a wink before you usher toward the living room. “I got time left to have breakfast and to load the washer before I go to the grocery store. Do you have dirty clothes?”
“Only my underwear and a shirt,” he grins, stepping inside the living room to lazily lean in the door frame. “I don’t know if you want to wash an old man’s boxers.”
“You’re not that old,” you stuff the toast into your mouth before you say something you might regret. Yes, John is elder than you thought when you talked to him on the phone but there is something about the man that makes your heart flutter.
“If you say so, doll,” John purrs the words, pushing off the door frame to sit next to you on the couch. “I’ll be out of your hair till six. Do you want to cook? I can grab a snack on my way if you don’t want to.”
“I got the day off, John. I will cook if you tell me what you like. Do you eat meat or are you vegan?”
“Fuck no,” John shudders, looking at you in disbelief. “I want meat. I love meat in any form, Y/N. Soft and juicy.” eyes glued to your thighs John licks his lips. “And I love to eat it too.”
“Mr. Winchester,” you gasp, slapping his chest. “Don’t say something like that.” giggling nervously you look up at John who grins wolfishly. He set his eyes on you and will be damned if he can’t sink his teeth into you sooner or later.
“It’s true, baby doll,” he husks, leaning closer. “I would kill for a steak or a good burger. How about I bring the wine?”
“I’m not into alcohol, but you can have some wine if you want to, John. I can put it on my list,” you say, glancing shyly at John.
“Nah, sweetie. You cook and take care of the groceries and I’ll bring the wine. Tell me how much I owe you for the food and groceries.”
“Beer, toast, eggs, milk,” looking at your list you cross out what you got. “Charlie, I need steak and apples.”
“So, how’s it going with Johnny boy?” Charlie smirks when you giggle nervously. “Babe, give me the juicy details. It’s been a week now. Tell me if you already fucked.”
“Charlie!” you tut, looking around the store to make sure no one heard what your friend said. “I did not sleep with John. He’s my roommate, okay. I don’t think it’s a good idea to hit on him and,” you sigh deeply, “even if I wanted to flirt with him, I’m not his type. I saw the pictures of his girlfriend on his phone. She looked like a supermodel.”
“Y/N, you’re hot, smart, and sexy. Don’t underestimate your value. I can tell, that guy almost ate you alive when he picked you up.”
“No, he didn’t, Charlie. Now let’s get the rest from my list and forget about John for a while. He’s a nice guy but not interested.”
“I bet he wants to do dirty things to you,” rolling your eyes at the quirky redheads’ words you follow her silently toward the next shelf. “Do you have condoms?”
“CHARLIE!”
“What? Better safe than sorry, babe. We will buy you a package of condoms and lube. Maybe some booze to loosen you up a little,” Charlie exclaims.
“I don’t want to be drunk when I finally have sex for the first time. And again, I don’t think a man like John would ever show interest in me. I saw him look at the pictures of his ex-girlfriend just yesterday. Maybe he even moves out again.”
“Doll, that smells amazing,” John licks his lips. His stomach grumbles and you laugh when he drops his jacket and bag to usher toward the table. “It looks even better.”
“I thought as you moved in and all we could celebrate a bit. I made steak, potatoes, and green beans. I got the beer for you and juice for me,” you explain, handing John a bottle of his favorite beer.
“Baby doll, that’s amazing,” John pecks your cheek, smirking when you don’t shy away. “Thank you, sweetie. That’s the best day since ages for me.”
“You’re welcome. I got you everything you put on the list too. I made space for your things in the fridge,” you explain where John can put his groceries and how much he must pay you for everything. “Let’s eat first, I don’t want the food to get cold.”
“Let’s get back to the rules. We already talked about the rooms you can use and the costs but,” biting your lower lip you try to gather the courage to talk to John about the women he will bring home.
“I get it, doll,” John smirks, sitting on the couch next to you. “You want to know if and when I will bring women to your home.”
“It’s your home now too, John,” you stutter. “I don’t want you to feel like a guest and I’m not a prude. I know men have needs and that you will find a girl sooner or later.”
“I’m not looking for a girl right now. The disaster with Sharon was worse enough, Y/N,” John watches you nervously tug at your sweater. “Except you want to become my girl,” he smirks, leaning closer to brush his fingertips over your hand. “I wouldn’t mind.”
“If we want this to work out we need more rules. A man like you would never be interested in me, I get it, but that’s no reason to make fun of me, John,” watching you storm out of the living room, angrily wiping your eyes John sighs deeply.
“Doll, I didn’t want to make fun of you,” he grumbles. “You’re sexy, so goddamn cute and I like you.” whispering the words John curses himself for being too pushy.
“Doll?” knocking on your door John sighs deeply. “Y/N, can I come in, sweetie. Listen, I’m sorry. If you get to know me better, you’ll know I’m flirty around pretty girls. I’m sorry if you got it wrong.”
“John, I’m not pretty,” you sniff, opening the door to your bedroom. “I know you try to be friendly and get in my good graces, but this is not necessary.”
“Y/N, this was not about getting in your good graces. You are a cute girl and I like you. Please let me make it up to you. How about I get us dessert and we watch a movie?”
“Oh-okay,” nodding you look at John who gives you a soft smile. “I like vanilla ice cream the most.”
“Vanilla, got it, sweetie. You can choose a movie while I get the ice cream. Do you want anything else?”
“Maybe some strawberry sauce,” you grin. “I like strawberries.”
“Noted, doll-“
“How was work?” watching another movie, the one John chose, you prefer to look at your roommate. He wanted to watch a horror movie and now the girls scream in terror. “Anything new?”
“I worked on a car today,” John says. “Bobby, my partner said we are ready to buy another garage.”
“Oh, that’s great – I guess,” you shrug. “The library called today and told me I’ll get fewer hours. Sucks. I worked there for four years and now there is that new girl and she gets more hours.”
“I’m sorry to hear, doll. Why not looking for another job?” stopping the movie to talk to you John frowns. “Hey, don’t cry, Y/N.” he says softly when you choke out a sob.
“It’s just, I finally could pay for everything. With my job, the part you pay, and the money from Mr. Talbot I had enough money.”
“Money from Mr. Talbot?” John asks.
“I help him with his papers, bookkeeping and everything else and he pays me a few bucks. You know, he’s eighty and got no one to help him,” you explain. “He was a good friend of my granny.”
“You got experience in bookkeeping?” nodding you tell John about your talent with numbers and that you love to work for Mr. Talbot. “You know, I could need help at my office. How about you give me a hand and work part-time for me and my partner?”
“John, I don’t need your pity. We shouldn’t live and work together,” you’d like to work for John but mixing work and your private life is a bad idea in your opinion.
“Y/N, I offered you a job to have someone at my office I can trust with my papers. Let’s talk about it with my partner Bobby, you’ll like the old geezer. He’s not as charming as I am but a good guy.”
“You want me to work for you?”
“Sure, doll. Let’s watch the rest of the movie and tomorrow, you’ll come with me and we can talk to Bobby. I bet he’ll love you,” John grins, glancing at your cleavage. “Old geezer always had a thing for pretty girls like you…”
Characters: Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer, OFC Sharon
Warnings: language, angst, plus sized reader, mentions of sex, flirty John, fluff, cuddling & snuggling, implied smut
A/N: The idea for plot and some details came from @shooterere per request.
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“So, are you healthy again,” Dean sits on your desk, to watch you hastily thumb through a few contracts. “Y/N, I asked you a question.”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” you squeak, eyes drifting toward John walk into your office, smirking like someone who stole your virginity not days ago. “Perfectly fine.”
“You’ve got to be shitting me,” muttering John’s eldest son gets up from your desk to warily watch his father round your desk to hand you another contract. “You fucked!”
“What?” you choke on air, looking at John with wide, fearful eyes.
“I can smell the tension and you look like dad marked your whole body with his teeth,” pointing at the bite mark on your neck, the one you tried to poorly hide with a scarf Dean smirks.
“I got no clue what you are talking about,” John grumbles, sitting on your desk, fingers dancing over your thigh. “And if I tasted her sweetness, it’s mine from now on.”
“Naughty girl got her hands on my dad. Good job, sweetheart,” Dean offers you a high-five. “Don’t let him get away with stealing your sweetness, keep him at your house and never stop riding his dick.”
“Dean!” you tut. “Not so loud. I-I didn’t ride his dick!”
“Dad,” Dean gives his father a stern look, but his lips curve into a dirty grin. “Let that girl ride dick. Give her what she needs.”
“Son, I swear I’ll kill you and make it look like an accident if you don’t stop right now,” threatening his son John watches you intensely.
You burst into laughter when Dean looks at you like a kicked puppy. “Aw, don’t hurt Dean. He’s lonely and begs for attention.”
“’m not,” Dean protests. “Maybe I’m simply happy my father finally got laid. He won’t be grumpy anymore, lucky bastard.” ushering out of the room before his father can fulfill his promise to kill him, Dean smirks. “I’m gonna tell Sammy I won the bet. Thank you for fifty bucks.”
“Bet?” you cock your head to look at Dean.
“Yeah, I said dad won’t make it another week. Sammy said he’ll wait two more weeks. Bobby grumbled something about that this is none of our fucking business but lost anyway.”
“That fucker,” John groans when you giggle again. “That’s not funny. My son’s made bets on my sex life.”
“What’s all this?” looking at the bouquet of red roses you wonder why John smiles at you. “John?”
“It’s our three months anniversary,” he explains. “I know it’s not an anniversary people usually celebrate but I felt like bringing you flowers today, doll.”
“John, the flowers are beautiful, but you didn’t have to buy them for me,” your heart flutters when John exclaims he couldn’t stop thinking about you when he saw the roses. “Thank you.”
“Anytime, doll,” John pecks your cheek, groaning when he hears Dean clear his throat behind his back.
“Sorry to disturb your quickie at Y/N’s office but I need help with the new customer. That guy drives me nuts. He refuses to let me open the hood. I tried to explain to him that I can’t find out what’s wrong with his car without having a look at the engine.”
“Fine, give me a few minutes and I’ll talk to that douche. What’s wrong with people lately. Who comes to a mechanic only to refuse to let them open the hood of his car?”
“Sir, if you don’t want us to repair your car, you are free to go and look for someone else,” John grunts. For half an hour he tried to convince his latest customer to open the hood of his car for Dean or Bobby.
“I came out here,” the man retorts, “only for you to not knowing how to find out what's wrong with my car.”
“I told you an hour ago that your car sounds like there is nothing wrong with the engine. The noises it makes tells me all I need to know, but I can’t repair it without opening the hood,” Dean lost his patience minutes ago and only wants to get rid of the annoying customer.
“Boss, there’s someone called Jim on the phone, he says his car is broken,” you poke your head out of the window to call for your boss. “Do you have a minute, John?”
“What did you say?” John looks in your direction, furrowing his brows as he didn’t get what you said. “Can you come out, doll?”
“Just a minute, boss,” you give John a thumb up before closing the window.
“Pastor Jim said it looks like the engine overheated,” you explain. “Shall I call him back and tell him you’ve got no time.” glancing at the customer you furrow your brows. “That guy, I know him.”
“You do?” John wonders, looking over his shoulder before he leads you a few steps away. “How come that you know him?”
“That guy, he’s an asshole,” you huff. “Marcy, one of my colleagues, kicked him out once. He came to our library every Thursday only to walk around, sneering at anyone who wanted to help him, and then, he just left, slamming the door shut.”
“Sonofabitch!” Dean yells, throwing his hands up in surrender and you snicker at his outburst.
“Kathy from the shop around the corner told us he came to her shop, looked around, grunted at her employees, and told her she should fire them as they tried to help him.”
“Fine, that is enough. I will kick that bastard out and we can have a lunch break,” John walks toward the customer.
“Dad, that was freaking awesome when you threatened to demolish his car,” Dean laughs, stealing another slice of pizza. “I never saw a guy run faster toward his car.”
“Seems like he gets off by treating people like shit,” Bobby explains. “Must be one lonely bastard.”
“Loneliness is awful, Mr. Singer,” you say, smiling when John grasps for your hand to squeeze it tightly. “Maybe he tried to get attention or something.”
“I want to talk to Johnny,” Sharon complains, pushing against the door. “Let me inside.”
“Listen, this is my house, and I don’t want you to enter it. If you want to talk to John, call him. I want you to leave my property or I’ll call the cops and you’ll get arrested,” you stand your ground. “But you shouldn’t waste your time, John doesn’t want to talk to you.”
“How do you wanna know, bitch?” she just doesn’t get the message. Sharon throws insults at you, not caring you flinch when she called you fat and ugly.
“What the fuck, Sharon!” John growls. He slams the door in her face to check on you. “Doll, I want you to go to bed as planned. I’ll take care of Sharon. Don’t worry,” he pecks your hair softly,” she won’t come back.
“O-okay,” you nod, giving John a pained smile. “I’ll be waiting for you, John. Do you still want to watch that movie?”
“Sure thing, doll,” he smirks, eyes shamelessly roaming your body. “And later I’m gonna devour that sweet pussy of yours again…”
You giggle at his words, eyes no longer filled with tears. “Catch me if you can, Winchester.”
“Aw, my girl tries to play hard to get,” John growls. “Give me five to get rid of Sharon and I’ll rock your world…”
“No, you will let me speak first,” John says, raising one hand to stop Sharon. “Before you broke up with me for a boy half my age, I already knew we are over. We never matched but I stayed with you, too afraid to end up alone.”
“You need me, John,” Sharon purrs, batting her eyelashes. She pouts, hoping John will change his mind.
“I don’t know why you keep on coming back to me, Sharon. It was you ending our relationship. I’m going to tell you this one last time. WE. ARE. OVER. I don’t want you to ever come back here.”
“Is it because of that chick? She can’t give you what I can give you, Johnny,” she coos.
“True,” Sharon smirks, believing she got one step closer to her goal. “Y/N gives me so much more. A home. Warmth. Love. I love that girl,” John slams the door in Sharon’s face before she can say another word. “Now move your ass off her property before she calls the cops.”
“Damn me, you are killing this poor old man,” John pants. He runs one hand over your sweaty back, laughing when you lazily lift your head. “Dean was right, I should’ve let you ride me first thing when we got home.”
“Look at you, so beautiful when you have my cock in your tight little cunt,” John curses, slowly rolling his hips. Large hands run all over your swollen belly and you smile when he moans your name anytime he feels his babies kick. “I love you so much, doll.”
“I love you John,” you gasp, moving your hand behind you to cup the back of his neck. You slowly rock your hips, loving to feel John so close. He insisted on spooning you to not hurt you. “Love our babies too.”
“My sons, they are excited,” warmth fills your heart, knowing it’s odd for John’s grown sons to have a baby brother and sister soon. “Dean is already in his ‘big brother’ mode.”
You moan, feeling the coil tightening. “Sammy, he made a list for anything. He’s better at this than me.”
“John, fuck…I’m gonna,” crying out you feel your orgasm rippled through your body, wrecking your mind. “I love your dick.”
“I know you do, dirty girl…”
Flashback, three months ago, …
“Look at the little man,” John puffs his chest, proudly holding his new-born son in his arms.
Dean tries to hide he’s feelings but seeing his little brother in his father’s arms lets a single tear run down the tough man’s cheek. He smiles when you look at John holding your son. There is a warmth in your eyes he never saw in his mother’s eyes.
“Don’t you forget your daughter?” you tease, watching Sam hold your daughter. The tall man smiles softly when your daughter blinks her eyes open, silently cooing.
“Did you already choose names?” Dean steps closer to his brother, gently stroking your baby girl’s cheek. “Dad?”
“The beautiful little girl in Sammy’s arm will have a wonderful name. Y/N and I, or rather Y/N decided to name her Millie Reenie Winchester,” Dean nods, glancing at his little brother in John’s arms.
“A great name, Y/N. I love you want to honor our grandmother,” Sam nods, smiling when Dean carefully takes his little sister out of his arms. “Look at you, sweetheart. You will be as pretty as your mother one day.”
“Our son will be named John Henry Winchester,” John hums at your words, kissing his sons head softly. He feels like back then when he held Dean in his arms for the first time.
“You were that small once too, Dean. Your eyes, they looked up at me and I swear, you gave me a wink before you pooped into your diaper,” Sam snickers, watching Dean’s features soften at his father’s words. “I couldn’t even get mad as you were such a cute little shit.”
“I’m not cute,” Dean grumbles softly rocking Millie. He smiles when the little girl looks at him with wide eyes. “But you are, baby girl. Look at you.”
“Sammy, he was a huge baby,” you giggle, looking at Sam, who listens to his father’s words whilst he strokes his little brothers’ head. “I knew, the moment he opened his eyes, he’ll be a heartbreaker too.”
“Winchester aren’t heartbreakers, baby. If you walk along with them, holding their hands but not too tight, they are the best men,” John smiles, nodding silently when you hold out your hands for your son.
“I guess the little guy wants mommy to give him her breast,” John groans, glancing at your cleavage. “I meant John Henry,” scolding your husband you smirk. His face different shades of red he carefully places your son in your arms. “I will need Millie too, Dean. I know it’s hard to give her back.”
“Can I not keep her?” Dean whines, looking at his sister again. “She’s too cute. I want to eat her alive and cuddle her until she squeals.”
“Later, Dean. Now give her back to her mommy or you’ll feel a mother’s wrath, son,” Dean reluctantly gives your daughter to you, sighing deeply.
“I’m the first one getting her back. She’s my little sister and I’ll protect her,” Dean turns to leave the room to give you privacy to feed your babies. “Sammy, let’s do some research on how to keep boys away from our sister.”
“Got it, Dean. Let’s do this…”
Now, six months later, …
John yawns, slowly rocking his son in his arms. His white shirt stained with food he tries to make his son burp.
“Come on, baby boy. Let your mommy sleep. We are going to do this like men,” John doesn’t see you lean in the doorframe, watching your husband.
“John Henry, you are fed, dry, and your bed is waiting for you, baby boy. Your mommy loves you, but she needs a bit of sleep. Let daddy take care of you,” John whispers, pecking his son’s head whilst he rocks the baby.
“You look good with a baby in your arms, Johnny. I never thought I would say so, but we should have more,” you smirk, walking toward John to move your arms around his waist, leaning your head against his back. “Love you.”
“Love you too, doll. Did I tell you lately you made me a happy man when you came into my life? After Mary left me, I believed that I’ll never love again, but you showed me there a good people out there,” you sigh, holding John tighter.
“Dean and Sam, they love you too, you know. Both would kill for you,” John starts to slow dance with John Henry in his arms and you smile, following John’s lead.
“Is that a private party or can we join and dance too?” Dean smirks, leaning against the wall, glancing at his sleeping sister. “Little John is a grumpy sleeper, just like his big brother.”
“True,” John snickers, nodding at his eldest son. “An even grumpier eater, son. He loves to throw food he doesn’t like at me.”
“I wouldn’t eat that stinking broccoli either,” Sam laughs at his brother’s words, not missing the way Dean looks at his little brother. “He’s a cute little shit, though.”
“Such a sight,” Mary snarls blocking your path. You tried to walk back toward your car, your baby girl in your arms whilst your friend Jo holds John Henry in her arms. “John’s or did you seduce one of my sons?”
“Unlike you, Mary, I’m faithful. Sam and Dean are like sons to me. I may be younger than John, but this doesn’t mean I would ever cheat on him with his sons. I love my husband and he loves me,” your eyes narrow and you swear, you would beat the shit out of Mary if not for the little girl in your arms.
“You should get the fuck out of Y/N’s and my way before I beat the shit out of you,” Jo spats the words at Mary you held back. “It was you leaving John. It was you ruining your marriage and leaving his sons behind. Now get your shit together and fuck off.”
Jo leads you toward the car, yelling at Mary when she dares to follow you. “Last warning, bitch. If you don’t stop to harass Y/N, I’ll call John and his sons right now.”
Mary turns pale, stopping in her tracks she watches you carefully place your babies into the baby seat. Her features darken and she balls her hands into fists when you get into the car, driving away with your friend.
“I will get him back, no matter what…”
“Get off me,” John pushes against Mary’s shoulders, tries to get her off him but she wraps her arms around his neck, pecking his cheek, leaving red lipstick on his skin.
“Didn’t you hear my husband’s words?” you close the door, an angry look on your face. “What did you try here, bitch? Did you send me the message with John’s phone to let me witness his infidelity?”
“John wanted me, wanted to have me over his desk,” Mary shamelessly lies. John starts to sweat, his heart races fearing you will believe his devious ex-wife. “He’ll only ever love me.”
“Lying bitch,” your fist meets Mary’s face, causing her to stumble backward. “Did you honestly believe I would listen to you and not my husband? I knew the moment I got the message it wasn’t John who sent it to me. He always calls me doll and sends a naughty emoticon,” John grins, nodding silently.
“Last time it was a grinning devil as we had naughty sex whilst I talked to a business partner,” John chuckles, watching his ex-wife press a handkerchief against her nose. “My doll knows me so well.”
“Of course, I do, John. I love my naughty daddy,” you give John a wink, grinning as he rubs his growing bulge. “You know,” you walk toward Mary, licking your lips. “I asked Charlie to give me a live stream to John’s office. He installed a camera for, let’s say fun…”
“I like to fuck my wife at my office and rewatch it with her,” John blurs out and you chuckle, ramming your fist into Mary’s face once again. “She’s a dirty girl, Mary.”
“This is my final warning for you, Mary. Stay away from my husband, my babies, and my sons. John, Sam, and Dean are off-limits to you. If I ever see your lying ass close to my family again – you are dead,” John cackles, loving when you fist Mary’s hair to drag her out of his office. “He’s my man, live with it, bitch.” You kick her ass, slamming the door into her face.
“Baby, I didn’t think it’s possible but right now, I love you even more,” John smiles when you walk toward him to cup his face, kissing him softly.
“Love you too, Mr. Winchester. Now let’s check on our babies, daddy. I think your sons will steal them if we do not stop them…”
“You know, I thought about what you said the other day. You are right,” John wraps his arm around your waist, smirking, “we need more little Winchester’s in our life…”
Barely able to stop the tears from falling you pack the last few clothes you own. It’s not much left as you are only allowed to take the things you brought with you when you moved in.
Your hands are shaking as you take the engagement ring of…’forever JDS’ engraved in it ...
“Y/N?” Dean whispers entering your room, a bright smile on his face. “You are already back? How was the funeral? I’m sorry I couldn’t come with you. Do you want to watch a movie and talk about it?” He offers and you turn around scoffing.
Just now Dean sees the tears all over your face, sees your packed bag and his heart clenches in his chest.
“Do you need more time with your family?” He asks.
“Is this a joke, Dean? I never thought you are the cruelest of your family.” You sniffle turning back around to close your bag.
“I don’t understand, Baby. Are you mad at me? Three days ago, everything was fine.” Dean whispers trying to touch your arm, but you slap his hand away.
“Three days ago, John didn’t tell me you found someone new, three days ago Sam and he didn’t show a new girl the Mansion and three days ago John didn’t tell me I have to leave within an hour.” Your whole body is shaking now at the memory of John being cold as ice, telling you to leave your home and the men you love.
“Wait…dad said what? I swear I had no clue, Baby Girl. I was away for the last days. I took care of the Madison deal. I didn’t know about any of this. Why did you pack only two bags either way?” Dean asks glancing at the two pitiful bags.
“Is all I own, Dean.” You say turning around, slinging the bags over your shoulder as you place the keys to your car and the Mansion in his hands. “I need to go before John calls the security to kick me out.” You are barely able to speak by now. Your throat is dry, and your heart shattered into pieces.
“You won’t leave. This is a misunderstanding, Baby.” Dean looks at you, not seeing your engagement ring or the necklace he gave you to your birthday he swallows hard. “Where are the ring and the necklace I gave you?” He asks and you shrug.
“John said I’m only allowed to take what I bought with my money and leave the rest in my room. This includes the gifts you and the others made me, Dean. All the clothes are in the wardrobe the ring and the necklace are in the box over there. I took nothing which I didn’t buy on my own. Forever…came and went pretty soon.” You chuckle darkly. “I knew it was a mistake to fall for the Winchesters…I just knew.” Your eyes drift toward the white strip at your finger and you shake your head.
“Please wait here. Let me talk to dad. Did he give you a reason for this insanity?” Dean gasps watching you walking out of your room.
“Didn’t need one. He found someone better, younger…don’t know. Needless to say, I lost my job too. If you excuse me now, I need to catch the bus to get into town. Good thing I kept my old car and stuff in a storage room. At least I’m a working girl and can pay a motel for the night. You know everyone warned me…every single person. They told me John is cold as ice…they were right. You all are monsters…leave me alone…”
Walking out of the room you push Dean aside as he tries to stop you, tries to make you stay with him…with them…
“Please…Y/N…” Dean calls after you but his words fall on deaf ears.
You will not allow any Winchester to hurt and humiliate you even more. John did enough today…
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Clenching his jaw to the point of pain Dean storms into the living room, dragging the new girl his father brought into the Mansion out of the room he nods at Benny to kick her out.
“Son!” John rumbles.
“Shut up, SIR!” Dean yells. “What the actual fuck did you do to Y/N? She comes home and you kick her out. Give me a reason, right now. A reason to not kill you and Sam…” Furious Dean clenches his fists, ready to attack his brother and father for breaking your heart.
“She was not here when we came back. Simon saw her with a guy, holding hands, he was kissing her cheek, hugging her.” John yells back. “Look at the pictures!”
Glancing at the pictures John hands him Dean throws them aside. “This is her cousin you idiot! Did you ask her where she has been the last three days?” Dean snarls narrowing his eyes.
“No need for that kind of conversation. She cheated on us, I kicked her out!”
“She did not cheat on us. Y/N was at her aunt’s funeral.” Dean yells even louder smashing a vase against the wall, followed by John’s phone.
“Funeral?” Sam gasps looking at his father with wide eyes.
“She didn’t tell us so,” John mumbles glancing at the pictures lying on the floor.
“She told me. I’m interested in anything according to her, not just her body, as you and Sam.” Dean scoffs. “No wonder she didn’t tell you so.”
“Her aunt died?” Sam asks.
“Yeah. The woman raising her alone. The only person left she loved with all her heart except for us. You ruined everything, tossed her aside without a reason. I can’t believe you let her go, telling her she can only grab the things she moved in with.” Dean exhales.
“I made a mistake…a terrible mistake. We need to find her.” John stammers glancing at his eldest son.
“She said something about a storage room. Her old car and stuff are in there. Must be in town, she wanted to take the bus.” Dean says.
“Let’s go…”
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“Empty, dammit! She was way faster.” Dean curses looking around the empty storage room. “Any ideas, Sam?”
“Didn’t she tell us about her best friend living close by?” Sam asks.
“The best friend she gave up as dad didn’t like her?” Dean deadpans.
“Oh…right…” Sam stammers, trying to remember anything useful.
“Y/N said that she at least has money to pay for a motel room.” John’s eyes widen at the thought you must sleep in a shady motel room instead of your comfortable bed.
“Fuck…fuck…fuckity, fuck!” John curses smashing his fist into the wall. “Let’s go to every motel in town and close by. Call Benny and Castiel, they need to help too.”
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One week later…
Scratchy motel towel slung around your body you sit at the table to check your bank account. At least you spared your salary over the last years so you will be able to rent an apartment and pay for everything else.
Your eyes drift toward the white stripe at your finger and you need to hold back more tears. Whishing you never started working at Winchesters Inc. you take deep breaths to calm your racing heart down.
“To hell with them…to hell with love and lust. I’m going to become a nun…” You mutter taking another swig from the bottle of Jack.
It doesn’t take long till you feel better, dancing around the room, giggling you smash your phone against the wall as it started to ring. “Fuck you all!” You slur giggling at the sight of your shattered phone.
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“That’s her room. Leave talking to me…” Dean mutters using the key to open your door.
As he walks into the room his eyes land on you, sitting on the floor you take another swig from the bottle while tears stream down your face.
The whole room is a mess. Blankets and pillows are destroyed, feathers lie all over the floor. The TV and mirror are smashed. Blood is dripping down the mirror and Sam can see your hand and forehead are bleeding too.
“Fuck, Baby Girl.” Sam curses rushing to your side to check your wounds.
“Fuck off…Sasquatch.” You slur. “I’m having a party…it’s my party and I cry if I want to…cry if I want to…”
“Hey, let me check on you, Y/N. We are here to say we are sorry. Dad is here to tell you he was wrong. Just let me help you first.” Sam whispers as you push his hands away.
“Do not touch me…asshole. Cheater. Liar. Rotten bastard.” You slur.
“I want to be alone and drink you all away. I’ve got a new job…awesome.” Chuckling you glance at John who looks beyond worried at you. “I’m a bartender now…fuck Stanford…fuck I’m smart…I’ll give guys their drinks from now on…maybe I’ll get nice tips…huh? I’ve got a cute ass, at least you liked to fuck it for a while.”
Your eyes drift toward John’s twitching hands and you grin up at the tall man. “You don’t like me talking like this, daddy?”
“You’re lucky you are drunk, doll. Now let Sam fix the mess you made…” John rumbles ignoring the growing pit in his stomach.
“Nope. I can handle this on my own. I can handle living alone, giving me orgasms on my own and…uh…drink on my own.” You state giggling at John’s darkened eyes.
“You touched yourself?” The eldest Winchester asks as you fight to get on your feet. Unsteady you walk toward John poking a finger into his chest. “I did…and came so hard. Jealous?”
“I will punish you later.”
“What a pity you kicked me out, asshole. I’m free…I’m like a bird…” You sing stumbling toward your bed. “I can touch me whenever I want to. I got nothing to lose…daddy…” Giggling you smash the bottle of Jack against the wall behind John before falling onto your bed.
“Fuck, doll. You could’ve hit me.” John mutters walking toward the bed you are lying in.
“That was the plan…” Chuckling you turn around to close your eyes for a moment. “What a pity I missed your ugly face…hate you…Johnny boy…”
“She’s wasted, dad. Let’s check her wounds and give her time to sleep.” Dean whispers getting the first aid kit out of the bathroom.
“Never saw her drunk before.” Sam sighs gently moving your hair out of your face. “This needs no stitches. I should clean the wound and tape it. The cut at her hand is pretty deep, dad.”
“I’ll call Alex. She can come around and fix our girl. Grab her stuff. We are bringing her home…”
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“Ngghh…” You whine as the sun is blinding you. You need to cover your eyes with your hand while your head is pounding and your hand is throbbing in pain. “Fuck…how much did I drink…” You curse trying to get out of your bed.
“Too much, Baby Girl. You should lie down again. Alex stitched your hand up and took care of the mess you call your face.” Dean chuckles handing you a glass of water and some Tylenol. “For the headache. Later we will talk about dad and Sam being douches and redemption.”
“What the fuck? Why am I not in my motel room?” You curse realizing you are in your old room. “You fucker kidnapped me? Is that a new game?”
“No, calm down, Y/N. John and Sam got it wrong. They thought you cheated on us, with your cousin.” Dean explains and you want to throw up.
“Disgusting!” You choke out. “Why should I bang my cousin?”
“They didn’t know it was Jamie, okay. I told them about the funeral and all. I’m sorry but sometimes Winchesters are stubborn, stupid and blind. I swear they never wanted to hurt you. I set them straight right away. Now rest a bit and we talk later.” Dean whispers gently stroking your arm.
“I wanna go back to my motel room, now.”
“No, Sweetheart. You will stay here with me. I won’t allow anyone to hurt you ever again, not even yourself…”
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“Does she talk to you?” Sam asks glancing at his father. “No.” John sighs. “I explained everything, apologize repeatedly but she gives me the silent treatment. She barely talks, but if she does only to Benny or Dean.”
“We messed up, epically, dad. We didn’t even give her a chance to explain or to defend herself. You threatened her, dad. God, you even wanted the engagement ring back. I told her I want the first edition of War and Peace back…we are assholes…” Sam sighs glancing at you walking out of your room. Bags slung over your shoulder.
“Dammit, she wants to leave.” John curses. “She was waiting for Dean to leave, I guess.”
“We need to stop her,” Sam says panicked not wanting you to leave or feeling Dean’s wrath once again. The black eye he gave him was enough.
“Y/N, wait,” John calls for you but you walk toward the front door. “Please, let me make it up to you. Let me make it right…”
“No. I’m done with all of you. I can’t do this any longer. Three guys…I just can’t.” You choke out. “I thought I can trust you with my heart and body but you just…I know you fucked that chick.” Your eyes are filled with tears again as you look into John’s eyes.
“No, doll. We brought her here to hurt you, Baby Girl. I swear Sammy and I never touched her. Please, stay. Dean will kill us if you leave once again. Give us the chance to make it up to you. I know we hurt you, messed up everything but please…don’t leave.” John chokes out grabbing your hand to plant soft kisses to your skin.
“I told you I can’t do this any longer. I was always afraid you would find someone new…someone better. We are engaged for how long? Three fucking years? You married Mary after a few months. We are in a relationship for six years, John. You and your sons never wanted to marry me for real. This was all fake to make sure I will continue to spread my legs…” Your hand is shaking as you try to push more tears away.
“We can marry…tomorrow. Please. I planned the whole wedding for months but then I saw the pictures Simon took and cancelled everything. You can ask Bela, she helped me choose the location and all.” Sam stammers. “Don’t give up on us…”
“You gave up on me without thinking twice, Sam. Why should I not do the same?” You sniffle.
“Uh…you are a better person?” John tries.
“Lame excuse, even for someone that old.” You mutter and John chuckles. “Not too old to rock your world…”
“Maybe…” Your eyes meet John and he tilts his head to plant a soft kiss to your forehead. “Please, stay. We will do anything you want us to do.”
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“Why is Y/N’s room empty? What did you do?” Dean curses pointing a finger at Sam. His chest heaves up and down as he hears moaning coming out of the room you used to share with your men. “Don’t tell me dad is fucking a random slut in our room.”
Tightening the grip around the roses he bought for you Dean storms into the room to watch his father massaging your feet.
“Hey…uh…Dean. I’m at step number one of my redemption. Want to join me?” John stammers playing with your toes.
“Redemption?” Dean gasps glancing at your body, only covered by your lace underwear.
“She is a hard negotiation partner, son. We need to make a lot up to her. By the way, no sex for the next four months.” John sighs and you look over your shoulder at Dean.
“This does not apply for Dean. He didn’t hurt me.” You state and Dean licks his lips, smiling.
“Wait…he can touch you?” Sam asks standing in the doorframe eying you up and down.
“Yeah.”
“Why? That’s not fair. He knew about the funeral and all.” Sam mutters.
“As he was willing to listen to me and my problems, Samuel. Dean is always listening to me. I will not discuss my decisions any longer. If you want me back, you will pay the price…”
“Fine…”
“Good. Now out. John needs to knead the knots out of my shoulders and ass…”
“Fuck…” Sam curses glancing at your butt.
“No, Sam. For sure you will not touch me any time soon. You lost my trust in you, just like John.” You sniffle turning around.
“We will earn it, I swear.” John mumbles.
“I want to trust you again…but I’m not sure if I can…”
Request: I was wondering if you could do a smut with john Winchester. with it being a mob!au and he’s like Negan with a lot of “wives” but then he meets the reader who’s innocent but also doesn’t let people walk all over her and he wants her so bad but she’s like “i don’t like to share” so he tries to prove his loyalty and gets rid of all of his wives to be with her and smut.
Pairing: Mobster!John x Reader
Warnings: sassy reader, tension, bitchy wife, shoplifting, arguments, language, tension, cocky John, making-out, smut, unprotected sex, daddy kink, semi public sex, public sex, age gap, characters death, violence, blood
