Craving - Chapter 4
Pairings: Sam Winchester x reader, Dean Winchester x reader, mentions of Lisa Braden x Dean
Summary: This is an SPN AU and will also turn dark in later chapters. Sam Winchester is a hot new lawyer making a name for himself and looking to make partner at his firm by the end of the year. It’s all work and no play for Sam and Y/n as Sam puts in all that overtime at the office and Y/n is stuck home alone. All of that changes when Sam’s mechanic brother, Dean, needs a place to crash as he tries to get back on his feet after his wife Lisa kicked him out.
Warnings: Cheating, smut, dirty talk, dub-con/non-con, rough sex, p in the v, fingering
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A/N: Dean is definitely not a good brother in this one,in fact he is the worst. A big thank you to @negans-lucille-tblr for being my beta!
Guilt was eating at you. You were miserable and to make matters worse you couldn’t seem to get away from Dean. He was always around the house, always looking at you; always a temptation. So, you did the only thing you could think of- you spent as much time avoiding him as you could. If he walked into a room, you walked out. You even spent an entire Saturday holed up in your room while Sam was at work, but that only lasted a few hours before Dean came looking for you. You had lied and told him you were sick. He looked like he didn’t believe you but luckily he hadn’t pushed the issue.
If he came in the front door, you went out the back. You went shopping, visited with friends, saw family you hadn’t spent time with in ages. Anytime you thought you might be alone with Dean you left the house. However, you were quickly wearing out your welcome among your friends and family. There were only so many times you could “pop in unannounced” on your friends. You needed to do something to keep avoiding Dean until he moved out, whenever that would be; what was supposed to be a week had turned into two months and counting.
You were in the kitchen cooking dinner, Sam was supposed to be home early tonight and you hoped like hell he made it because you had nowhere else you could go for the evening and Dean would be getting home from the garage any minute now. Just as that thought crossed your mind you heard the back door open and close and the sound of heavy boots on the hardwood floor let you know it was Dean.
“Well look who decided to stay home tonight.” You could hear the annoyance in his voice and you barely glanced over your shoulder to see Dean leaning against the door frame to the kitchen, his thick arms crossed over his broad chest.
“Sam will be home soon, ” you said as you stirred your pot of spaghetti, reminding Dean and yourself that you were in fact still married to his brother.
“You sure about that, baby?” He chuckled as he pushed off the door frame and made his way closer to you. Your body automatically stiffened at the pet name and the scuff of his boots on the floor as he approached.
“Yes, I am.” You tried to sound confident, hiding the quiver in your voice at having Dean so close to you. “He promised.”
“Wouldn’t be the first time he broke a promise to you, won’t be the last either.” His deep voice was a whisper against your ear as he pressed his body against yours, his large hands gripping at your hips. You tried to squirm away from him, dropping the spoon you were using to stir as you gripped the countertop and tried to resist his tug. But those big strong hands were quick to grip your upper arms and yank you back hard to his body making your grip on the marble slip. “You’ve been a bad girl,” Dean growled against the curve of your neck, “dodging me, trying to hide from me, running like a scared little rabbit.” He laughed then as he felt you shiver against him.
“S-Sam will b-be home any m-minute.” You stumbled over your words as fear and arousal blended together into something you had never felt before; something so intense it made your knees weak.
“Oh yeah?” You could hear the smirk in his voice. “Ya sure he isn’t gonna call and give you a sob story about having to work late again?” Dean let go of his grip on one of your arms, using that hand to brush your hair over your shoulder and away from your neck. His hot breath caused goosebumps to rise over your skin as his lips hovered inches about your pulse point. “You really think he’s working hard baby or ya think maybe he’s fucking his secretary? I mean, you're fucking around on him maybe he’s dipping his dick in some new pussy.”
You knew what he was playing at and it wasn’t going to work. Anger quickly replaced the arousal that came with the feel of Dean’s body pressed against yours. “Fuck you.” You spat the words as you jerked free from his grip and spun around to look him in the eye.
Dean’s jade eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched as he stared down at you but the sound of the front door opening and closing quickly drew his attention as well as your own. He shot you one more glare before stepping away from you and heading to the refrigerator just as Sam entered the kitchen.
“Hey babe.” Sam smiled as he tossed his briefcase down onto the bar before throwing his suit jacket over the back of a barstool and moving to kiss your lips softly in greeting.
“Hi, sweetie.” You tried to hide the tremor in your voice, your nerves still on edge from your brief encounter with Dean. “Dinner is almost ready.”
“Great, I’m starving.” Sam kissed your cheek before looking over at his brother. “Toss me one.” He nodded towards the beer bottle in Dean’s hand.
Dean jerked the refrigerator door open once more and grabbed another frosty bottle, throwing it gently over to Sam who caught it easily in one large hand.
Sam popped open the bottle and brought it to his lips, sighing as he savored the cold brew. “Wow, that’s good.” He held the beer out in front of him and squinted his eyes. “I guess the refrigerator finally decided to start working right again. I haven’t had an ice cold beer in a while.” He chuckled and took another drink.
“You were supposed to look at the refrigerator months ago.” You huffed as you turned back to the stovetop.
“It was the thermostat.” Dean finally spoke after being silent since Sam had gotten home. “I fixed it yesterday.”
“Oh wow, thanks dude.” Sam smiled. “I appreciate that. I just haven’t had time to really look at it.”
“No problem.” Dean gave a shrug of his shoulders. “I also fixed the garbage disposal and fixed the short in the light in the hallway.”
“Damn, you’ve been busy.” Sam chuckled.
“Well, I’ve had a lot of free time on my hands lately.”
You dared to sneak a glance at Dean and found those moss green eyes staring right at you.
“I really do appreciate it. I know I have let a lot of things go around here.” Sam moved to clap his brother on the shoulder before slipping his arm around his shoulders and leading him toward the dining room.
“It’s okay little brother, don’t worry 'bout a thing. I’ll take care of everything here at home.” You jumped as you felt Dean’s fingertips graze across your ass as he walked past you.
Dinner was ready and the three of you sat down at the table to eat. Conversation was flowing between Dean and Sam and you and Sam but you didn’t speak to Dean and he didn’t speak to you.
“So, what did you do today sweetie?” Sam smiled before lifting another fork full of pasta to his mouth.
“Well, I wanted to talk to you about that babe.” You set your fork down on your plate and placed your hands in your lap as you looked over at your husband. Sam raised his eyebrows and waited for you to continue. “I’ve been thinking, I want to get a job.”
Sam’s eyes grew wide and he laid his own fork down, reaching for his glass of wine. “Why would you want to do that? I thought we decided that once I got established you wouldn’t have to work anymore.”
“I know that’s what we talked about before,” You smiled warmly at Sam, “and I appreciate the fact that I don’t have to work but I don’t know, I’m restless at home. I want to do something.” ‘And I need to get away from your brother’ you added in your head.
“You should let Sammy take care of you.” Dean threw in his two cents. “I think you worked plenty hard putting him through school. It’s time you get to take it easy.” Dean raised his beer bottle in salute to you before bringing it to his lips.
“Law school wasn’t exactly taking it easy.” Sam gave his brother his best bitch face. “And if Y/n wants to get a part time job then she can. She doesn’t need my permission or yours.”
Dean gave a roll of his eyes and a shrug of his shoulders before turning his eyes to you. The look he gave you said he knew exactly what you were trying to do and he was not happy.
“If that’s what you want to do honey, then that’s fine with me.” Sam reached out for you and you slid your hand into his, smiling as he gave it a squeeze. “Where do you think you might apply?” He asked as he dropped your hand and went back to his meal.
“Oh, I’m not sure yet.” Your smile fell from your face, you hadn’t thought that far ahead. “I’m sure I’ll be able to find something as a receptionist or maybe a cashier.”
“Hey Dean, didn’t you tell me you were looking for someone to help with the phones and the invoicing down at the garage?” Sam looked up at his brother before shoving another bite into his mouth.
Dean’s eyes lit up and a sly grin curled his full lips. “Yeah, yeah I was.” He looked at you and the look on his face could only be described as sinful. “Y/n would be perfect. I’d be happy to put her to work.”
“There ya go. You got a job and didn’t even have to leave the house.” Sam chuckled, looking at you with a wide smile. He thought he was helping you when in fact he had just served you up to his brother on a silver platter.
Your mind raced. You needed to say something, get out of this situation but you didn’t know how without seeming obvious. “Oh, I don’t know. I don’t know anything about cars. I would be terrible at it.”
“Honey, you're incredibly smart. It can’t be that hard and besides I’m sure Dean can teach you.” Sam gave your hand another squeeze before looking over at Dean. “Right Dean?”
Dean looked from Sam back to you, his tongue darting out to roll over his bottom lip before he lifted his eyebrows. “Definitely, I can teach her all kinds of things.” His eyes quickly darted back to Sam and he gave his brother a bright smile, “Like I said, she’s a perfect fit.”
You tried to keep the scowl off your face as Dean blatantly chose his words to goad you. You gave both men a tight lipped smile and nodded your head. “Yeah, sure.”
“Great. Then it’s all settled.” Sam beamed before finishing off his glass of wine. “Thanks for helping us out again, Dean.”
“Any time Sammy.” Dean rose from his seat, grabbing up his empty plate to take into the kitchen. “It’s the least I can do to repay you for everything you’ve given me.”
Sam stood and grabbed his plate as well, moving with Dean towards the kitchen. “I haven’t done that much, letting you crash here is no big deal.”
Dean grinned and clapped Sam on the shoulder. “Trust me Sammy, you’ve helped me in more ways than you know.” Dean followed Sam into the kitchen, turning to shoot you a wink over his shoulder before disappearing around the corner.
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Sam was waiting on you, his long toned body stretched out against the bed dressed only in his boxer briefs as you exited your en suite. The dark look in his eyes as you walked into the bedroom wearing only one of his t-shirts made your stomach do flip-flops and you felt nervous for the first time in years about making love to your husband.
Sam was doing everything right, he knew how to perfectly play your body after years of practice but for some reason it wasn’t working. You were moving with him, matching his moans with your own but something wasn’t right. It felt good, Sam always felt good, but it wasn’t amazing. It wasn’t making your toes curl or making your eyes roll back in your head. You weren’t trembling and desperate under him. He wasn’t wrecking you like he always did. It wasn’t Sam’s fault. He was perfect. You were the one to blame, the guilt, the shame, the disgust you felt at yourself, it all sat like a heavy weight on your chest, distracting you from the pleasure that Sam could give you.
“Fuck babe, fuck I’m gonna cum.” Sam grunted above you as his hip stuttered and his muscles tensed.
“Fuck yes, Sam!” You cried out with him, faking it for the very first time with your husband. You dug your nails into his shoulder for emphasis as you arched your back off the bed and clenched your velvet walls around his cock to imitate your climax.
Sam groaned as his hips jerked and filled you full of his cum, his body collapsing around yours as he panted against the curve of your neck. “I love you sweetheart.” He whispered through huffs of air.
“I love you too.” You whispered back as you let your fingers tunnel through his hair, your eyes closing to keep the tears from spilling down your cheeks.
It wasn’t long after Sam rolled off you and tucked you into his side before he was snoring softly. You had snuggled close to his chest and tried to find your own peaceful sleep but it was alluding you. With a soft sigh you threw off the blankets covering you and slid out of bed as quietly as you could, trying not to wake Sam. You grabbed your silk robe to cover your naked body before heading down to the kitchen. Maybe if you finished off the bottle of wine from dinner you would be able to get some sleep.
Your bare feet silently carried you through the house and down to the kitchen. You had just grabbed a wine glass from the cupboard when Dean’s voice startled you enough you almost dropped the crystal.
“Can’t sleep baby?”
You spun around, your hands clasped against your chest as your heart raced, your eyes focused in the dark to see Dean emerging from the shadows. You inhaled a shaky breath as the moonlight streaming in through the kitchen window illuminated the hard line of his body clad in only black sweats that hung low on his thick hips.
“Just leave me alone, Dean,” you gritted through clenched teeth. You were not going to let him persuade you this time, you couldn’t betray Sam again, you just couldn’t.
When he continued to stalk towards you, you realized there was no reasoning with this man, not tonight anyway. Maybe during the light of day you could sit down with Dean, adult to adult, family to family and explain what a mistake this had all been. But tonight, Dean had that steely look in his emerald eyes, his pupils were blown wide and he looked every ounce the predator he was, so you knew talking was the last thing he wanted to do.
You shook your head and huffed. “This is ridiculous.” You muttered, before speaking louder, your voice harsh. “Good night Dean.” You turned quickly and headed towards the doorway.
You had only made a few strides towards the door when strong fingers wrapped around your forearm and you were jerked backwards hard enough to make you stumble. Dean’s strong arms wrapped around your body and he pulled you back to his chest before you could fall. “Where do you think you’re going baby?”
You squirmed and struggled in his grasp making him tighten his hold around you. “Dean, let me go!” You demanded.
“I don’t think so, sweetheart.” Dean grunted as you kicked out, almost knocking him off balance as he spun you around and carried you towards the kitchen island. “You know how good I can make you feel baby. I don’t know why you are trying to fight it when we both know how much you want me.”
Before you could respond Dean shoved you roughly against the hard edge of the granite countertop. He didn’t bother untying your robe. He simply grabbed at the hem and yanked it upwards to your waist, hooking the silky fabric into the robes belt to keep it anchored as his other hand pressed between your shoulder blades and held you down.
“Dean, stop, please.” You whined as your cheek pressed to the cold stone. Your arms flailing behind you to try smack his hands away from your body.
Dean chuckled as he easily grabbed both of your wrists in his much stronger grasp, bending your arms behind your back he transferred both of your wrists into his left hand and pinned you down. His bare feet kicked your legs apart and he huffed softly as his eyes moved over your slick folds.
“That my little brother’s cum dripping out of you baby? Huh? Did Sammy fuck that sweet little pussy?” You could hear the anger rising in his voice as each word flowed from his full lips.
“Yes.” You almost growled, proud to be able to throw that in Dean’s face.
Dean’s body was suddenly draped across yours, his right hand pressing your head down harder to the counter as he leaned over you. “You think he could tell baby, you think he could feel how I’ve ruined that tight little cunt of yours? Not so tight now, are ya, sweetheart?” He chuckled darkly against your ear. He didn’t give you a chance to answer before his voice rumbled against your ear once more. “Did he make you cum, baby? Did you cum all over his dick?”
With your eyes squinted shut tight and your bottom lip tucked between your teeth you tried to hold back the groan that bubbling up in your throat as Dean ground his hips against your upturned ass, the feel of the hard outline of his cock against your soft folds was enough to make you squirm beneath him.
“Answer me,” Dean growled against your ear as his hand caught in your tangled locks and he yanked your head back.
“Yes.” You whimpered as your body trembled against his.
“Bullshit!” He hissed and pressed your head down roughly against the countertop once more before his hand left your head completely. You opened your mouth to protest but his name turned into a squeak of surprise as he suddenly shoved two thick fingers into your slick core. “I heard you baby.” Dean rasped as he fucked his fingers in and out of your pussy hard and fast. “That was a fake fucking orgasm if I ever heard one. I know exactly what you sound like when you’re cumming so fucking hard it feels like you are going to squeeze my dick in two.”
“Dean, please.” You whined as he jerked his fingers free from your slippery channel, unsure now if you were begging him to stop or begging for more.
You heard the rustle of fabric as Dean pushed his sweatpants over his hips until they rested just above his knees. “Don’t worry baby, if Sammy can’t man up and get the job done then I can.”
Your body tensed as you felt the thick head of Dean’s cock press against your entrance as he lined himself up, the only warning he gave before he snapped his hips forward was his hand moving to clamp over your mouth and block your cries, smearing the slick on his fingers down your cheek as he impaled you on his hard thick length.
Your body shook with the huge invasion and you struggled to break your hands free from his grip not because you wanted to fight him off but you needed to hold onto something. You needed to brace yourself for the onslaught you knew was about to happen but Dean was having none of that. You weren’t going to have any control tonight. With his hand covering your mouth and blocking the whimpered moans filling your throat he held your neck pulled back and his grip on your wrists kept your hips crushed to the edge of the counter so your back was bowed perfectly. You were completely helpless as his hips snapped against your ass over and over again.
You gasped against his hand as your orgasm built swiftly, your walls fluttering around the hard thrust of his cock as he set a brutal pace. Dean continued to work his cock back and forth into your gripping cunt, never slowing even as the wave crested and pleasure cascaded through your body.
“That’s right baby, cum on my cock.” Dean groaned as your honey slick pussy milked at his cock and your sweet juices dripped off his shaft. Your second orgasm was building on the tails of the first but still Dean didn’t slow. He fucked you hard and deep, animalistic grunts rumbling up from his chest as he chased his own release. “Sam can’t make you feel like I can, can’t make you feel this fucking good.” He bent over your quaking body as he rolled his hips and ground into you. “Your mine now baby, always should have been mine.” He whispered against your ear before rising back up to his full height and drilling into you once more.
Only minutes later your body was spasming for the third time and you came over Dean’s cock with a gush. “Fuck yes.” He moaned as you whined into his sweaty palm. His balls tightening and his bowed legs trembling as his own release approached. With a final grunt, Dean buried himself to the hilt as he filled you full of his sticky seed.
He placed soft kisses on your neck and shoulder as he caught his breath until finally he slipped his softening cock free from your soaked slit and righted himself, tugging his sweatpants up and giving a roll of his shoulders. Dean gave a swift smack to your ass before he spoke and you could hear the smirk in his voice. “Get some sleep baby girl, you start work tomorrow.”
The sound of his laughter slowly faded along with the slap of his bare feet on the hardwood floor as he left you stunned and bewildered laying over your kitchen island, the feel of his cum mixed with his brother’s drying on the insides of your thighs.
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