14x13 kale&tedtalk!sam and criminal!dean, we’ve only had you for a second but you’re still on my mind.
they are opposites of each other. despising the other's lifestyle, yet lusting after each other, especially because they are so different.
sam is such a neat and health freak, he has a minimalist interior. he only has a hard ecological friendly bed, no other comfort bc he believes that chairs are distracting and sitting is unhealthy. only eating raw and organic food and has a tight schedule for everything.
he’s so uptight and particular, tho when he’s with dean he let’s go of all that. he needs him like he need air. the one addiction/comfort he can’t quit. meanwhile sam is the only healthy thing dean is allowing himself, bc he would die without him. needs this clean thing in his life, even tho he thinks he doesn’t deserve it.
dean has greasy hands, eats only junk food, leaves his stuff lying around, and doesn’t throw out the trash. he sleeps in filthy clothes and doesn’t mind shady motels; in fact, that’s where he feels most comfortable.
he's just messy and a tbh bit disgusting, but sam can't say no to him. he needs him, even if it kills him. dean needs him, even if it keeps him alive.
they kiss as if they are starving because their need for each other is ingrained in their dna. their connection goes deeper than lifestyle choices or anything else. they are dependent on each other to stay alive.
Summary: A story like Bonny & Clyde that’s what you wanted with him. Sadly, life gets in between you and your Clyde…
Pairing: Criminal!Dean x Criminal!Reader; Mobster!Dean x Reader
Warnings: angst, language, abandonment, crimes, robbery, unrequited love?, a hint of fluff
A/N: And again, Taylor Swift inspired one of my stories. This time it was ‘Getaway car’. Lyrics are taken from her song.
The first time you laid eyes on him was at the diner you were working your shift. He stalked toward the counter, ordering pie and went home with you instead.
It was crazy, dirty, and rough but he left you wanting more. Weeks later he came back, wanting more and more until you followed him…
He was the best of times, the worst of crimes
I struck a match
And blew your mind, but I didn't mean it
And you didn't see it
The ties were black, the lies were white
And shades of grey in candlelight
I wanted to leave him
I needed a reason
Three years later you lean against the wall at the bar, your smile long gone, just like the excitement and adrenaline after another successful raid.
The last bank should have been the last. Retirement, a future, that is what Dean promised to you but lately, you got the feeling you will end up like all his other partners before.
Dropped at a motel, fifty bucks on the nightstand and brokenhearted as he found a new ‘Bonnie’.
You believed him when he said you are the one. You desperately wanted this life with him, but things change – so does Dean.
Right now, he leans closer to the bartender, that million-dollar smile which once melted your heart on his plump lips. The only difference, this time he gives it to that girl - his next partner as you assume.
It pains to admit you were just that, a young girl he could corrupt and use as a distraction during his raids until you lost your usefulness; until he found a younger and sexier girl to use.
You do not know where or when you lost it, but you know it’s over when he gives the girl a wink, snickering at something she said.
One last time you glance at Dean, ignoring the ache in your chest before you turn your back on him to leave the motel bar.
X marks the spot
Where we fell apart
He poisoned the well, I was lyin' to myself
I knew it from the first Old Fashioned, we were cursed
We never had a shotgun shot in the dark
In a haste you count the money, leaving half of the bait, two-hundred thousand bucks, for Dean on the motel bed. The keys to his car, you take them with you to get to the next hideout.
One last deep breath and you place the note for Dean onto the pillow, placing the necklace he gave you on top of it.
“Goodbye, my Clyde…” You leave the room, not looking back, hurrying toward the getaway car Dean stole a state ago. He won’t miss the rusty car, already having another in eyesight to escape if need.
Dean’s hand trembles when he enters the motel room only to find you gone. He waited the whole evening for you to show up, the engagement ring he stole at the bank burning a hole into his pocket.
“Goodbye, my Clyde,” Dean sniffs reading the note. “How could you believe I want to replace you, sweetheart?”
Dear Dean, my beloved Clyde,
I believed you when you said this is the last time. Sadly, I had to watch you hit on the next girl to be your Bonnie. I know, I was just the next best girl you found for your heists, but I will always remember our time.
To me, you are the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. I am sorry that I was not enough for you to not stray.
I left half of the bait, Dean, and took the car. You will not miss the rusty wreck, I know you will find a new one in a blink, just like a new partner.
I will try to fulfill my dream with my half of the money. Please, if you ever felt anything for me, do not go after me to get the money back. I earned it as much as you did.
I will always love you.
Your Bonnie…
Tears cloud Dean eyes re-reading the letter until he falls onto the bed, sighing deeply.
You were drivin'
The getaway car
We were flyin'
But we'd never get far
Don't pretend it's such a mystery
Think about the place where you first met me
We're ridin'
In a getaway car
There were sirens in the beat of your heart
Should've known I'd be the first to leave
Think about the place where you first met me
“So…where is your special girl, Dean?” Looking at the money onto his table Sam swallows thickly. “Dean?”
“She left, believing she’s just a random partner. I didn’t use her as bait, Sammy. She was the one, the one that got away,” Dean opens the little black box to show his brother the diamond ring.
“The money, it’s enough to get back into the business and to pay for the house,” Dean nods, not meeting his brother’s eyes. “You did all this to get dad’s business back. We should try to use what you got. I brought my half too, twenty million.”
“Got thirty, Sam. Just give me a day or two. I need a bit of time,” watching his brother leave the room, a frown on his face Sam nods, understanding the heart-wrenching pain to lose the woman you love.
“We talk tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. Take your time, Dean.” Sam gives his brother as cracked smile watching Dean stuff the ring back into his pocket.
“She left, took the getaway car, and never looked back. What if I never find her, Sammy? What if she’s gone for good?”
In a getaway car, oh-oh
No, they never get far, oh-oh-ahh
No, nothing good starts
In a getaway car
5 years later … somewhere in the middle of nowhere, Rocheport, Missouri
“Y/N, I’ve seen my old dog walk faster than you serve our customers. I have to rethink your position in this diner,” your boss nags once again.
It is not as if you didn’t work 12 hours in a row to make more money or that the diner is crowded, and you are the only waitress.
“I’ll try to work faster,” you reply, biting your tongue to not lose yet another job.
This small-town is a nightmare but your car broke not 10 miles out of town, so you had no other choice but to stay here, make some money until you find another town and another shitty job.
Five years ago, you had a plan, the money and motivation to have a better life. Two months in running your shop, a bakery, someone bought the building opposite your tiny shop, destroying your dream in the blink of an eye. It did not take more than a month to lose all your customers to the impressive café.
Without money left you grabbed your stuff and fleed out of town, no dreams in your pocket this time. You drove from town to town. Worked to make a few bucks to hit the road to nowhere again.
Looking back at that night, the night you left Dean you regret that you never talked to him. Maybe, just maybe he would’ve changed his mind and kept his promise.
It was the great escape
The prison break
The light of freedom on my face
But you weren't thinkin'
And I was just drinkin'
While he was runnin' after us
I was screamin', "Go, go, go!"
But with three of us, honey, it's a side show
And a circus ain't a love story
And now we're both sorry
(We're both sorry)
“What can I bring you, Sir?” A tall man wearing an expensive suit looks up at you, a soft smile on his lips. He doesn’t quite fit in. Men like him prefer an expensive restaurant, not a shady diner.
“Coffee, black. Please,” you nod, writing his order down whilst the man glances at your nametag. “Y/N, nice name.”
“Oh-well, my mom gave it to me,” the man smiles again, taking the menu you offered to him. “If you want anything else, tell me so when I bring the coffee, Sir.”
“Sam, just call me Sam.” You mirror his smile, believing he is new in town and tries to be polite. Usually, your customers bark their order at you only to not give a tip or to spill their coffee onto your apron.
“Anything else, Sir?” Sam shakes his head, paying the coffee and take-away pie, handing you a huge tip. “Thank you.”
“Must be hard to work at this place,” you nod, giving him a cracked smile. “Why does a girl like you work at this place?”
“Had a dream years ago, but it didn’t work out. You know, I had a nice little bakery but someone else opened a better, bigger, and more colorful place. I lost,” he nods, offering an apologetic smile before he gets up.
“Sometimes things are meant to end and sometimes,” he dips his head to look at you with soft eyes, “things turn out for the better.”
X marks the spot
Where we fell apart
He poisoned the well
Every man for himself
I knew it from the first Old Fashioned, we were cursed
It hit you like a shotgun shot to the heart
Your shift is almost over when the bell above the door rings again. Your boss wants to bark at the person entering the diner after closing time but oddly, he turns pale.
“Something wrong, boss?” He shakes his head, choking out the word gun. You don’t want to but you force your body to turn around only for your to look into the barrel of a shotgun.
Two large men entered the diner, wearing black clothes and masks they crowd the diner. “You, come over here!” The smaller of the men barks at you, jerking the shotgun toward the place next to him. “Hurry or I’ll give your boss a brand-new hole.”
“Do it bitch,” your boss barks and you hurry toward the man’s side, sniffling. “At least you are not useless this time. We got around five hundred in the register plus her tips in the jar under the counter.”
“Classy to tell us about her tips,” the man next to you spats. “Come here, Y/N. I need to make sure you do not try anything stupid.”
You nod, walking toward the man who immediately wraps one arm around your waist, pressing his lips to your ear.
“Did you miss me, sweetheart?” His deep voice, the way he husks the pet name into your ear and his cologne let your knees buckle. “I’ve missed you, Y/N. I’ll bring my Bonnie home now.”
“Got it,” Sam smirks, showing Dean the money and your tip jar. “Let’s go and buy drugs,” Dean snickers at Sam’s words, holding you flush against his firm chest.
“Okay, you son of a bitch will stay where you are and not call the cops. We will take your sweet waitress to make sure you do not try anything,” Dean leads you out of the diner whilst Sam aims his shotgun at your boss.
“Do not move or she dies…”
“How? I…” Lips quivering you watch the man you met at the diner carry your few belongings out of the motel room you inherit. “How did you find me? Will you kill me now? I…I don’t have the money…”
“Sweetheart,” Dean pecks your forehead, running his hands up and down your back to calm you. “I needed 5 years to find you, Y/N. I never wanted to replace you, my Bonnie.”
“You flirted with that girl,” you sniffle, hiding your face in his shoulder. “I thought you want to get rid of me like with the other girls before me.”
“There were no other girls before you, Y/N. I lied, okay. In the beginning, I needed a partner as my brother left me. I wanted to keep our relationship strictly professional.” You giggle, looking up at Dean.
“After you had me bare that first night? Very professional, Mr. Clyde.” Dean hums, pressing his forehead against yours. “I’ve missed you, Dean. There was not a single day I didn’t think about our time together.”
“Missed you too, sweetheart. We should hit the road before the cops arrest us for stealing lousy five-hundred bucks.” Sam snickers, pointing toward your now empty tip jar.
“I left the money with the poor boy at the reception. I think he never got a larger tip before.”
“Whoa…you invested the money better than I,” your eyes round, following Dean toward the family mansion he bought five years ago.
“I got our house from the bank and my father’s business back with the money. Sammy paid his half and we are back in business.” Dean leads you inside, holding your hand the whole time. “Now I got everything I ever wanted.”
You bite your lip, glancing at the tiny black box Dean holds in his hand. “I wanted to give you this five years ago.”
“Dean…” You gasp, looking at the little handcuffs. “Did you want to arrest me?” He smirks, getting the silver keychain out of the box.
“If you prove you will not run away again,” he whispers, glancing at your lips, “I’ll give you the ring I stole for you…”
You were drivin'
The getaway car
We were flyin'
But we'd never get far
Don't pretend it's such a mystery
Think about the place where you first met me
We're ridin'
In a getaway car
There were sirens
In the beat of your heart
Should've known I'd be the first to leave
Think about the place where you first met me
In a getaway car, oh-oh
No, they never get far, oh-oh-ahh
No, nothing good starts
In a getaway car
“I don’t think I’ll need a getaway car again, Clyde,” you press your lips to Dean’s, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I am your Bonnie if you still want me…”
“Next time you need a getaway car, take me with you.” Dean deepens the kiss, not letting up until you gasp for air. “But I think, we are safe for now…”
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A/N: If your name is crossed out Tumblr won’t let me tag you.
Three years you’ve worked on the Winchester case. Gone through all the records, interviewed witnesses, tried to get inside his head. Now that he was in custody, smirking at the one way glass, you couldn’t help but think Dean Winchester was exactly where he wanted to be.
Summary: Castiel has been mated to Michael for eight years. He loves his alpha just as much as Michael loves him and so what if Michael broke his arm because he spilled hot coffee in his lap? It would heal. Castiel probably deserved it anyway for being so clumsy. He doesn't understand why his friends keep saying they're concerned about him.
The one thing he does understand is that Dean is a criminal. A thief and the biggest annoyance Detective Castiel Novak has ever faced. Dean Winchester deserves to be locked up and the key melted. He hates Dean Winchester because the alpha is the best thief in all of America and everyone knows it, especially Dean.
So why does Dean keep calling the station and asking for him? Why does Dean keep flirting with him every time they speak? Why can't the blasted alpha just turn himself in already?
"Hello, Dean."
"Hey, Cas! I knew there was an Angel watching over me today!"
Comments: 10/10. It’s an awesome story with an amazing plot. Dean has a massive crush on Cas, and Cas is in a very abusive relationship with Michael. They grow closer and closer through untraceable phone calls and talks in the park, and Cas finds that he can’t bring himself to arrest Dean. This is an amazing read, Cas’s relationship with Michael is heartbreaking and infuriating, while his relationship with Dean is heartwarming and so so sweet. Don’t worry though, this is a happy ending despite them being on opposite sides of the law. I recommend this a lot and it’s amazing. WARNINGS: Abusive relationship, both sexual and physical between Cas and Michael.
Hang Fire by eachainn
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 78k
All their lives Sam, Dean, and their patched together family have been chasing after Azazel’s gang, for revenge and to prevent anyone else from having to watch their lives burn down around them. Killing him was supposed to be the end of it, but a botched and hurried end to years of their cat-and-mouse game means that not everything was tied up neatly. Ten years later, Sam and Dean are back on the trail of the ones they let live. Except they’re not the only ones with a longstanding grudge being hunted.
Ten years ago, Castiel Novak had a good life. Then his town got caught up in the feud between the Winchesters and Azazel’s gang, and it burned down around him. Now he wants to find the ones responsible and make them pay. Especially the one who broke his heart.
With over 100k of fics, it takes some effort for a fic to be unique and have a new premise. Fortunately, this fic definitely fits the bill. Set in an alternate history where humans and centaurs have always coexisted, this fic is a Western that features Castiel as a small town sheriff just trying to keep the peace and Dean, the centaur who wandered into town one day and decided to stay. Unfortunately, Dean's past catches up with him in a big way, and it drives a wedge between Dean and Castiel that pushes Castiel to become a US marshal and Dean to become a wanted outlaw.
The angst is delicious: Cas is driven by betrayal and revenge, and Dean is trying to make up for the hurt he caused Cas all those years ago, along with trying to catch the last of Azazel's gang and put those ghosts to rest. Both deny that there's anything between them, but when they finally reunite, neither of them can manage to keep their eyes off of each other.
This fic also features a great relationship between Cas and Sam--I always like when Sam and Cas are at odds when it comes to Cas' intentions towards Dean, and this fic features a Sam who's willing to do almost anything to protect Dean. The descriptions of the centaurs are so realistic and engaging--the animal behavior perfectly matches the human emotions, which makes the fight scenes that much more intense. This fic is a new take on the western genre, and definitely worth a look!
Summary: You are at the wrong place at the wrong time…
Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader; Alpha!John x Omega!Mary
Characters: Sam Winchester
Warnings: angst, language, injuries, crimes, blood, wounds, incorrect medical terms (I am no doctor), light smut/implied smut (barely), unprotected sex, mentions of sexual intercourse, implied claiming, hostage situations, kidnapping, scenting, abo, abo dynamics, true mates
A/N: This is an AU in which Dean and the Winchesters are criminals. It’s also an ABO setting.
You always wondered why people tend to tell you ‘I was at the wrong place at the wrong time’. So far, you never thought you would ever be one of the people telling others so but here you are, looking into the barrel of a gun.
Your day started normally. You got up, had a shower, ate breakfast, checked your e-mails.
It shouldn’t end like this. You finally had a date and wanted to buy a nice dress. As your friend only takes cash for her service (she’s a bit weird, you have to admit) you had to drive to the bank.
This is how you ended here. Sweating like a pig at the butchery, afraid you will die before you ever had the chance to find an alpha to claim you.
“Please…I’ll do anything…” Sniffing you hold your hands above your head while the man aiming the gun at you begins to smirk. He steps closer, tugs the gun into his waistband and the next thing you know is he has you in his arms.
“Such an obedient little Omega.” Musing the man wraps his arms around your waist, swaying with you as if he wants to dance. “You know, all of you will be silent, do as my colleagues say or this nice girl will pay the price.”
“Please, don’t hurt me, Sir.” Whimpering you feel a knife press against your throat and one hand wander over your stomach to slip under your shirt. The alpha is stroking your skin before his lips nip at your neck.
“I know you are scared, Sweetheart but you are too delicious. I will not kill you if can be a good girl for me.” Nodding you try to stop your legs from giving in. He’s hard against your ass. “Never smelled something divine before.”
Your eyes round as the other men start stuffing money into their duffle bags. One of them, an even taller guy than the one holding you in his arms says something you don’t understand. He seems to talk to your captor in a language you do not understand.
“Let her go, One. We got no time for you to get your knot into another omega. She doesn’t seem to be happy at all.”
“Shut up, Two and get the money. My Sweetheart is happy to be in my arms. I bet I could take her with me, and she’ll have my pups.” One says and the other man chortles at his words.
“I bet she wants you to let her go. Now keep an eye on the others and stop flirting. We got better things to do.” Two leaves the room only for his accomplices to come out of the vault, bags full of money.
“Three, how much longer?” An elder man smirks at you in your captor’s arms, pointing toward the man holding you.
“I see you found someone special, One. Don’t get too cozy with her. Omegas are complicated to keep around.” Three snickers before he tosses the bags into the shopping cart they brought with them.
One, the man holding your life in his hands seems to relax while holding you.
“Omega…” A low throaty purr against your throat lets your knees wobble. “Don’t even think about it, Sweetheart. I’ll have your throat slit open before you can try to run. Now be good and relax. It will be over soon.”
“Please. I…I only want to go home.” Sniffling you can feel his breath in your neck. “I want to live…”
“Never said we will kill you. Be silent and follow One’s orders.” Two comes out of the vault, two more bags full of money as the security man does something stupid.
He gets his gun out and tries to shoot Two. Your legs give in as the bullet hits the man calling himself Two. Blood splatters onto your shirt and you feel someone push you to the floor as the security man fires again.
“Stay down, Sweetheart. I’ll handle this.” Stunned you watch the man holding a knife to your throat not moments ago disarm the security man before he knocks him out.
“Fuck! Two!” Three runs out of the vault, drops the bags as he kneels next to the injured man. “We should go, we have enough.”
“He’s bleeding heavily, won’t make it if we do not stop the bleeding.” One pants, you can see the worry in his eyes as you scramble to your legs.
“I…I am a doctor. I could…” Stammering you rush toward the injured man. “I can try to help him if you let the others go…”
“Deal, omega. One, Four, bring Two into the van. Five, you’ll help me bring the money out.” The elder man orders as he aims a gun to your head. “The rest of you will remain silent and will not alert the cops before we are gone. This girl just saved all of your life’s don’t make me kill her…”
“Do you have a first aid kit?” With shaking fingers, you add pressure to the tall man’s wound.
“One…two…three…” Whispering the words you take deep breaths to calm your nerves. “I need sanitizer or alcohol, a scissor, and band-aids, or any clean fabric.” Ripping the tall man’s shirt open you use a clean towel to wipe the blood away.
“How is he? Will he make it?” The man who aimed a gun to your head removes his mask and you gasp. “Don’t worry. We are a well-known gang. I’ll not kill you, Sweetheart for seeing my face.”
“The bullet is still inside but it looks like it’s intact. I’ll need a squeezer to get the fabric of his shirt out of the wound to make sure he won’t get an infection.”
Working in sync with the worried-looking man you open the wound wider with a scalpel before you careful search for the bullet.
“He can’t die. Please help my brother…” Now you meet worried emerald eyes and you nod silently, knowing he must be scared of losing his brother.
“Squeezer and sanitizer. I can see the fabric inside the wound. I can get it out.” Working fast you pant heavily as you need to save the man’s life, to save yours. “Almost done. Only a few stitches.”
“Do it and then we can talk about your future…”
“Sit over there, be silent, and wait for me to come back. No tricks. No running away.” The man whispers as he forces you to sit onto a bed.
“Where are we?” He finally takes the blindfold off your eyes and you gasp as you seem to be in what you assume is his room. There are weapons on the wall, pictures of nude women, and random posters.
“My room, our home. You need to stay here, or dad will get mad. For now, you have to be careful. After we mated, he’ll trust you…” Your eyes round as the man hurries out of the room. “My name is Dean by the way, and you are my chosen omega.”
He’s grinning now, giving you a wink before he hurries out of the room. “What the fuck!” Your words make him chuckle but he doesn’t seem to care as he silently closes the door.
“How are you, Sammy?” Checking on his brother Dean sighs as Sam groans on pain. “I guess my plan to get the money and the girl wasn’t one of my best ideas.”
“Dean. We all agreed to get your true mate before Azazel can get hold of her to sell her like the other girls. I am a bastard, not a goddamn bastard.” John grumbles. “She looks like a nice girl. Smart and all.”
“I bet she’ll kick his sorry ass,” Sam exclaims, hissing as he pokes his brother’s chest. “Where are Bobby and Adam?”
“Adam needed to calm and wanted to go to his room. Bobby takes care of the money. Your mother and Jess were busy to get as much of Y/N’s stuff as possible. We want your Omega to feel welcome, just like Jess.” John hands Dean a bag with your clothes.
“You need to calm her, explain the situation, Dean. Don’t go full alpha and try to mate her. Y/N is vulnerable and scared at the moment. Give her some time to get to know you.” Giving his brother a dirty look Dean grabs your bag.
“Sam is right, Dean. Calm your instinct and explain the situation to her. Benny and Gadreel had to take care of two of Azazel’s men at her apartment. We came just in time.” John’s concern makes Dean sigh deeply. “She’ll like you.”
“I hope so.” Grumbling Dean walks out of Sam’s room. “I’ll make her food. Everyone loves my food…”
“He got it bad, dad. I saw his eyes when he scented her. I don’t think he’ll be able to hold back the need to claim his mate. Maybe we should…” John raises his hand, smiling at Sam.
“Sam, your brother won’t hurt her. According to the way she reacted to his closeness this omega has it bad for your brother too. I could see her dilated pupils and she grasped for his arm as he let go of her.”
“I made food for you and got some fresh clothes.” Dean slowly walks into his room. Placing the tray onto the desk he drops the bag. “We can…”
You jump up, slap him across the face and all Dean does is purr for you. While you slam your fist affectless into his chest the tall alpha watches you with a smile on his lips. “What’s so funny, jerk?”
“You’re so sexy and feisty. God, I am glad we came in time to save your cute ass.” He grabs your waist, brings you flush to his chest to press soft kisses to your temple. “Let me explain, Sweetheart.”
“You are a bank robber, idiot! Do you believe I want to hear shit coming from you?” You find yourself pressed to the wall a blink later.
“Calm, omega. Now listen to me.” His body pressed against yours, Dean makes you feel his strength as he traps you. “We were there to steal the money before Azazel had the chance to. He likes to kill people on his raids.”
“I don’t care, you…you criminal…” Pushing against Dean’s chest you whimper as you feel his muscles flex under your touch. “I am a doctor, a good person! I never did anything criminal! I…I can’t end dead as you wanted to make fast money…”
“Sweetheart, I do not plan on killing you.” His features darken and you gasp as plump lips press against yours. “I’ll make you mine, Y/N. You’re my true mate.”
“That’s nonsense. A fairytale…” Your hands move over his arms, up to his biceps and you squeeze the muscles tightly. “I do not believe you…”
“Oddly you seem to like to touch me.” Smirking Dean leans closer to brush his nose over your cheek. “Azazel wanted to get you too, Y/N. Our little rat inside his organization told us about you.”
“I don’t know anyone called Azazel! Why should that man go after me?” Dean’s face buries into the crook of your neck and you fist his hair as his lips travel down your skin. “Dean…”
“He likes to keep some omega’s for himself. Sells the others. You are a high-priced one. The true mate of his archenemy’s son, doctor, and unmated. You’re precious, Sweetheart.”
Your legs are about to give in as Dean tells you about Azazel and his way to get rid of girls, he doesn’t need any longer.
“Why me…? God. Why didn’t I stay at home and bought a fucking dress online like other people? No…” Ranting you fist Dean’s plaid. “I had to get a handmade one to impress an alpha I never saw before.”
“I would’ve been honored to see you in that dress.” Swooning Dean moves his hands to your butt. “You know, I was your blind date. I wanted to take you with me tonight but then Azazel wanted to strike, and I had to change plans.”
“How could you know I was…” Meeting Dean’s eyes you groan. “You stalked me, didn’t you?”
“I did, Baby, and I must admit I liked the show last night.”
You would like to slap his cheek or scratch his eyes out, but he grabs your ass and the next moment your legs are around his waist and you wrap your arms around his neck.
“You can feel it too. I know you can…” Fighting your instinct is useless as Dean’s strong scent fills your nostrils and you start to slick for the alpha. “I felt your submission when I wrapped my body around you.”
“I can’t give in to a cri…” His lips silence your protests and all you can do is get lost in his scent, the way his lips move against yours, and his tongue swiping over the roof of your mouth.
“You’re mine and I am yours, Omega. Let me make you mine…” His voice is smooth, and you shudder with every gentle word leaving his lips. “I am going to make you mine…”
“Maybe I am going to make you mine!” Deadpanning you fist his hair, a smirk on your lips. “Do you think only alphas can bite their mate? I am not an obedient girl just taking your knot.”
“Fuck me. You are one in a million…” Placing you onto his bed Dean groans when you refuse to let go of his hair. “I want to devour your body, soul, and heart…”
“Go ahead, alpha. Try your luck…” Fisting his shirt you drag the alpha closer to your body. “I don’t think you’ll be able to tame me.”
“I’ll tame you, doc. I bet you’ll be glad to join our gang, Sweetheart. One round with my dick and you’ll be lost.” Cocky Dean dips his head to bite your neck. “This is mine.”
“Dean…”
“Say my name again, please…” Moaning his name you grasp for his belt while his fingers deftly unbutton your pants.
“Earn it, jerk!” His hands are all over you a moment later. Your shirt ends up somewhere on the ground, just like your pants and bra. Your panties are only shreds as Dean ripped the fabric of your body.
“Beautiful.” Dean dips his head, tries to capture one nipple with his mouth but a harsh knock at his door lets him groan. Frustrated Dean gets up to poke his head out.
“What?”
“Uh—son. Is your Omega calm now? We wanted to talk about a few things before we lock the bunker but she yelled loud enough for Adam to worry. Maybe you should bring her out of the room, and we can check on her.” John tries to get a glimpse of you, but Dean shakes his head.
“Tomorrow. We will talk about everything in the morning. Now if you excuse me.” The door slams shut and Dean smirks as you wiggle your ass. “Do you think they believed our story?”
“I don’t care Dean. We were loud enough to make sure your family hears us. Now…” Looking over your shoulder you give Dean a dirty grin. “Fuck me as you mean it, alpha…”
“Damn, I’ve missed this pussy, Sweetheart. Two fucking months without you…” Purring you watch Dean drops his pants. “I can’t get enough of you…”
“I heard that before…” The bed dips and you spread your legs wider as Dean kneels behind you.
“I had to go, Y/N…” Dean toys with your clit, making your whines turn louder. “How we met wasn’t the best way to find my true mate.”
Giggling you hide your face in the pillow. “Yeah. Fishing a bullet out of my alpha’s ass wasn’t the best way to get to know him. I mean…” Now you chortle as Dean fists his cock harshly. “You followed me toward my apartment. Broke in…”
“Then I threatened you and the rest is a blur of hot sex and you screaming my name.” He’s poking at your entrance, just teasing your slit. “I bet you are dripping for me, dirty girl.”
“Dean stop teasing me. I didn’t have any for two months…” Stuffed to your limit you cry out as Dean shoved his full length into you. He’s gripping your waist, not caring about the loud bang at his door.
“Fuck off!” Grumbling Dean slowly starts to rock his hips. “I am about to mate my omega.”
“DEAN!”
“Do you think he will be a good alpha to that girl?” John worriedly glances at his son’s room, not knowing if it was the right decision to leave you alone with Dean. “I am worried he forces his claim on her.”
“Don’t worry, alpha.” Patting her husband’s cheek Mary smiles.
No one but her knows you and Dean met months ago. Only she knows he planned to fake he doesn’t know you. “I think they will be a perfect pair. Just like you and me.”
“You and me?” John gasps as the realization hits him. “Don’t tell me…”
“John, Baby…” Pecking her husband’s lips Mary tries to calm her alpha.
“Remember how much we had to fight to marry and mate. Dean was the same. He met Y/N months ago and then you came around and wanted him to mate with Jo…I had to help him.”
“Tricked by my eldest and my omega. I am too old for that shit…”
“Not too old, John…” Brows furrowed John smirks. “Not too old you say, ‘mega…”
“Don’t be too hard on him, John. He’s in love…”
“Mine…” Dean whispers as you check on the mark he left. “Now no one can part us, Y/N. I am sorry we had to hide our relationship but now we can be together.”
“So…Mr. Winchester. Did you miss me?” Kissing you softly Dean hums against your lips. “I’ve missed you too, Dean. I do not regret I was at the wrong place at the wrong time months ago.”
“From now on, you’ll always be at the right place, Sweetheart…
Dean was imprisoned for breaking and entering, trespass and theft and he has found himself adjusting to prison life far too easily.
Due to the nature of Dean Winchester’s crime—stealing food, and only food—Castiel Novak decides to take on his case Pro Bono, as a case study in justifiable crime.
He finds a young, troubled and desperate man, but it turns out that they find more in each other than they could have imagined.
Something about Cas working for the county court system (recorder?) and Dean coming in on some smaller charge, flirting with Cas and making him flustered.
Note that I have no idea about legal stuff and my only knowledge is from the ECKC and Law & Order.
Castiel likes his job as a court stenographer well enough.It pays above minimum, works around his class schedule, and applies to hisCriminal Justice major.
There’s a case today, Dick Roman versus Dean Winchester,misdemeanor charge for assault.
People begin to wander in to the courtroom, and Cas readieshis desk.
When Judge Shurley enters, everyone rises and sits again,and Cas immediately turns to stenographer mode. The words from everyone’s lipsgo straight through his fingertips without him paying much attention at all.
It’s orderly and organized, calming and meditative.
The defendant comes up to the stand. Crowley, theprosecuting attorney, asks, “Where were you at two a.m. on May the fifth ofthis year?”
“The Roadhouse,” Winchester replies.
Despite being in note-taking mode, the man’s voice catchesCas’s attention, and Cas makes the mistake of looking up. The man’s eyes are astartling green, and surprisingly, he’s staring straight at Cas, head tilted,absently answering Crowley’s questions while Cas is—
Shit, he stopped typing.
Cas tries his best to catch up, fingers dancing over thekeys frantically.
“Were you intoxicated at the time?”
“Objection on the grounds of subjectivity,” Sam Winchestersays, the defending attorney and whom Cas believes to be Dean’s brother.
“Sustained,” Shurley replies.
Crowley tries again. “How many drinks did you consume at theRoadhouse that night?”
“Ten,” Dean replies.
“Where they liquor or beer?”
Cas glances up again, briefly, and Dean darts his eyes overto him, like he’s paying more attention to Cas than his own court hearing.
Cas can’t tear his eyes away. Dean looks to be in histhirties, a good decade older than Cas at least. There’s something about hisglare that gets under Cas’s skin like electricity, sets him on edge.
This man is a criminal, Cas reminds himself. He’s beenaccused of assault. Of Dick Roman, CEO of Roman Industries, no less. The guy isnot only insane, but stupid.
A stupid, insane criminal. And not attractive in the slightest.
“Beer,” Dean says after a long pause.
“Why the hesitation, Dean? Did you forget?” Crowley asks.
“Objection, not relevant.” Sam notes.
“Overruled,” Shurley replies.
“I was too busy checking out the stenographer,” Dean says,in the same way he’d answered all the other questions, cool and casual.
Only when Cas re-reads what he just typed does he look up atDean.
Now Dean is grinning at him, wide and devious, and winkswhen Cas’s breath catches in his throat. “Hey, blue eyes.”
“Inappropriate, Winchester,” Shurley says.
Innocently, Dean replies, “I thought I was supposed to tellthe whole truth, nothing but the truth, so help me God.”
Shurley sighs. “Continue with your questioning, Crowley.”
Slowly, the story begins to unfold in front of Cas’s eyes.Dean Winchester was at the Roadhouse. Dick Roman was also at the Roadhouse. DeanWinchester broke Dick Roman’s nose, fractured his collarbone, and caused him—Casstifles a totally inappropriate giggle—testicular torsion.
Dean is reluctant to give any information other than toagree that yes, he did those things. It should be case-closed, but whenever Sambegins to delve into the why of thematter, Crowley objects, stating irrelevance.
At last, two other witnesses are called to the stand, butbefore their turn, Judge Shurley announces recess.
Cas gets his backpack and his lunch and goes outside to eaton a bench. There’s a park next to the courthouse, another small blessing thatCas appreciates about his job.
He’s a fourth of the way through his peanut-butter and jellysandwich, reading chapter five of his US History textbook, when a shadowcrosses in front of his sunlight.
He looks up to the now-familiar outline of Dean Winchester.
“Anyone sitting here?” he asks, pointing to the spot besideCas.
Cas swallows the sandwich around the sudden lump in histhroat and scoots to the side. He’s pretty sure that there are laws againstthis, but he can’t seem to recall any of them at the moment, because Dean is takingout a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and pulling one out with fingers that Casstares at for too damn long.
“You got a light?” he asks around the filter.
Cas shakes his head, and replies timidly, “I don’t smoke.”
“’Course you don’t, cute little goodie-two-shoes like you.”Dean reaches back and pulls out a soggy-looking pack of matches. He plucks onefrom the pack and lights it with just his thumbnail, covering the butt of hiscigarette as he lets the flame engulf it.
Cas doesn’t blink as all of this transpires, sandwich heldhalfway to his lips.
“Were…were you really…um…” Cas begins, unsure where thesewords are coming from or why he’s speaking them. “Checking me out?”
Dean side-eyes him and a crooked smile spreads across hisface. “Why? Did you like it?”
Cas nods, mesmerized.
Dean casually puts his arm across the back of the benchwhile he takes a puff of his cigarette. “The shy ones always do. They all lovea badass who can put a millionaire douchebag on his knees.” He says this withan ounce of resentment, a crack in his cool exterior.
“Why’d you do it?” Cas asks, setting his sandwich down onthe brown paper bag beside him and leaning closer toward Dean.
He knows he shouldn’t do this, that he could get fired, thatDean is an insane criminal with who knows what kind of record under his beltwith a lawyer brother to defend him.
He’s a criminal, Cas reminds himself. He belongs behindbars. Not sitting so close to Cas that he can feel the body heat radiating fromhim, breathe in the cloud of smoke pouring out of his lips. And Cas shouldn’tfeel the urge to inch even closer, press him for intel that is totallyirrelevant to his job.
Dean shrugs. “Roman was roughing up some chick behind thebar. Was about to get ugly. I may have gotten a little angry.”
“Oh,” Cas replies, and—he feels guilty, now, for judgingDean so harshly.
“Yeah,” Dan says, voice going soft as he takes another dragof his cigarette. “Not sure I’ll be able to charm my way outta this one though.”
“I’m sure the witnesses will help. And Sam is a great lawer.”
Dean smiles, and for the first time it’s genuine. “You thinkso?” he asks, pride welling in his voice. “I mean, I know he’s smart, but it’sgood to hear it from someone else, you know? I worked myself raw to put thatkid through school.”
Cas was wrong again. Dean Winchester is a goddamn saint.
“Also, I mean,” Cas begins, looking down and shrugging hisshoulders, “I bet you’re really good at charming your way out of things too.You know, stenographers’ pants and whatnot.”
He looks up at Dean again, who’s smirking at him, somethingdark behind his eyes. “You interested in finding out?”
Cas nods, attempting to hide the eagerness of the gesture. “Nextrecess?”
Dean huffs a laugh and stands, tossing his cigarette on theground and snubbing it out with his boot. “I’ll see you then, blue eyes.”
