Hey @dancingalone21, Happy Birthday! Lots of love from your SPN Family!
“You, you don’t want to go out?” Dean asked you, his eyebrows raising in surprise.
“Not tonight, Dean,” you answered, settling yourself in one of the chairs in the Dean-cave.
“But,” he started, frowning. “But every Thursday in, like, forever we’ve gone out for Thirsty Thursdays. It’s tradition.”
You looked up at him and gave him a comforting smile. “Dean, my favorite tv show ever is premiering tonight. I don’t want to miss it. And it hasn’t been forever, it’s been all summer since the last season ended.”
You watched Dean frown a bit more, fiddling with the keys to baby, which were ready in his hand. You could tell he was torn, and maybe a bit disappointed.
You decided to throw him a bone.
“Maybe you could go grab us a couple beers and we could have our own, private Thirsty Thursday with my show?” you offered. He looked up at you.
“Be right back,” Dean said. He rushed from the room, toward the kitchen. Maybe his insistence on going out for Thirsty Thursday wasn’t to get beers at a bar, but to just spend time with you.
Rating/Warnings: NC-17; Explicit sexual content; There’s detail of what a migraine feels like. (Some of it. Definitely not ALL symptoms) Also, I was in dire need of some hurt/comfort and fluff. So, there’s that too.
Word Count: 3,422
Summary: Jensen plans a getaway for he and his long time girlfriend (Y/N) He chooses Jackson, Wyoming for its seclusion.Y/N is not aware of how much Jensen is struggling, but she’ll soon find out. (This is also in the same verse as Hunting Island)
A/N: I’ll be honest, I started out writing this with a lot more in mind but I ran out of time. Its kind of a miracle that I was able to put myself together long enough to write this. Its basically a case of too much personal shit and not enough brain cells to handle it. But I do hope you enjoy this. Also, there will be a part 2) I also neglected to say that this was part of Lau’s Summer Escape Challenge put together by the awesome @dancingalone21! Thank you for having such a fun challenge!
Also, @tas898, thank you for reading over this and telling me that it wasn’t crap. I appreciate it more than you know, twinsie!
Hollygopossum’s Masterlist
The trip to Jackson, Wyoming had been set and organized for months ahead of time, but because of Jensen’s schedule, it had also been rescheduled more than once.
His ‘time off’ for hiatus was variable at best. There were always script readings and conventions to attend. It was still incredibly rare that he had a long stretch of time to spend doing ‘nothing’.
Jensen had been the one to choose the location this time. You’d been glad to let him since you’d been the sole focus of the last vacation at Hunting Island. It took some of the focus off of you, and for that you were grateful.
To be honest, you didn’t really care where you stayed, as long as Jensen was with you. It sounded a little stupid when you said that out loud, but you’d been with Jensen for just over 2 years now. It wasn’t hard to admit that you were still absolutely stupid over the man.
Which was probably why you were being a little anxious. Jensen had convinced you to fly up ahead of time. He’d promised to meet you that evening, but his flight had been delayed because of stormy weather in Vancouver and wouldn’t be lifting off until late that night.
As much as you tried to stay calm, to watch out for trigger foods and take all of your preventative medication, your worst fear was coming true.
You’d been dealing with migraines ever since you were a child and they were considered well controlled. That was, until the drive through the mountains (and the pressure changes) made your ears pop. Add to that the massive thunder storms that had been brewing all day… You were instantly fucked.
You’d listened to some meditation music on the way up and practiced your breathing techniques. You’d given yourself a shot of Imitrex, a vasoconstrictor that was supposed to stop a migraine before it had a chance to wind up. (The bastard injection apparatus stabbed into your skin like it was meant to power through to the other side. It left bruises on your skin for weeks) Fuck, you’d done everything to keep a migraine from ruining this trip.
However, here you were. You’d barely been able to pull the shades closed to block out what little light the dark clouds allowed in before you collapsed on the bed.
There had been no time to explore the beautiful cabin that Jensen had gone through great lengths to pick out. You know he’d made sure your requests to have a fire place and a hot tub were met. He was just incredibly thoughtful like that.
The pain creeping up your shoulder, tensing the muscles along your neck and throbbing heavily into your left temple made you dizzy and each time you tried to move you felt like you might puke. You took a few deep, slow breaths, telling yourself that you’d get up in a minute to unpack.
You tried to think about anything else other than the burgeoning pain that bordered on extreme. Like a lot of times like this, you thought of Jensen and your life together. Of how he never thought a dream was too big or unattainable. Of how he’d filled you with the hope and confidence that anything in this life was possible, if you truly wanted it.
You thought of his excitement about the arrangement to stay in a cabin, secluded away from almost anything for two weeks. It had seemed like an awful lot of time to spend in one place for Jensen, but he’d been excited, so you’d been excited, too.
Then, the thunder started and you felt each vibration of each thunderous clap like the storm was actually happening inside your skull. Your ears popped with the dropping barometric pressure and you willed the muscles that were painfully bunching together with tension to relax.
Visiting Jackson, Wyoming in the middle of summer wouldn’t have been your first choice because of this reason alone. Unpredictable weather.
You’d dated a few guys that couldn’t handle the ‘surprise’ migraines that inevitably showed up from time to time. But, as with most things, Jensen was very different.
He’d blown you away with his compassion, his need to be helpful in some way. Unlike those other guys, Jensen never made you feel like it was your fault.
And how did you repay him? By getting a migraine during one of his very few escapes. Your only hope now was that it would be gone by the time he got to the cabin.
By this stage, you’d already done everything possible to stop it or at least shorten the duration. So, you closed your eyes against the bright lightening bouncing around the room and tried not to feel like your head was caving in.
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It took you a few fuzzy moments to register that you weren’t alone, because the rescue drugs you’d used were no joke. They were only meant to be taken when everything else failed because there was a big chance of getting a rebound headache because of them. They often made you loopy and knocked your ass out. The room was still as dark as you’d made it before falling asleep, except for the faint strip of light that poured in beneath the door. Even that little bit of light still burned your eyes.
The migraine had been taken back a few notches, but you were still only able to squint into the darkness and realize you’d ended up laying on your stomach with the side of your face mushed into the pillow.
The hand on your back was wide and warm as it rubbed in gentle swaths across your back. “Hey, darlin.” His voice was pitched low and quiet and his body moved to block the light leaking into the room. “I didn’t mean to wake you up.”
“Mmm…” You felt very slow but relieved that your migraine was just an annoying hum as compared to the murderous, stabbing ice pick of earlier. When you spoke, it felt like your lips were twice their normal size. “S’ok.”
When you finally dragged yourself into a sitting position, with your legs hanging off the side of the bed, Jensen’s hands were pushing the hair from your eyes and cradling your face. “Looks like you had a bad one, huh? I’m sorry I wasn’t here.”
You’d scoff or roll your eyes, if it wasn’t for the fact that extra expressions just weren’t in the cards and it just felt too damn good to have his hands on your face. In fact, finally having Jensen back in your orbit was almost enough to keep your sarcasm at bay. “You didn’t miss much.”
Almost.
You heard the smile in his voice as he settled between your legs and pulled you into his arms, his chin coming to rest lightly on the top of your head. “Always such a brat.” One of his warm hands found your neck, his fingers digging into the tight muscles, causing you to tip forward and groan appreciatively into his shoulder.
God, you could just stay here in this exact spot for the rest of your damn life, cradled in Jensen’s arms while he rubbed your tension away. You were like a marionette with its strings cut when he was finished with you.
“How about,” he began in barely above a whisper, like he was afraid to disturb the peace himself. “I’ll make us some lavender tea, we’ll get you another dose of meds and maybe read a little?”
The lavender tea was something that Jensen used himself to help with his anxiety and trouble sleeping at night and you loved that he would use the same things to take care of you when he could. The entire offer of comfort sounded fantastic, and you were already picturing how you’d get comfortable.
Jensen would likely be sitting up and you’d find yourself tucked up close, your head on his warm thigh, listening while he read to you. If it wasn’t a heavy book, he’d run his fingers through your hair and lightly massage your scalp. There were times that your head hurt too bad for any of this to feel nice, but luckily tonight was not one of them.
It was a tradition that he’d started at the very beginning of the relationship and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy hearing the gravely cadence of his voice. You’d often buy two of the same book so that you could read over the phone, if time permitted in the evening before bed.
“Aren’t you sleepy?” You reluctantly pulled back so that you could see his face, worry and guilt pulling at you because it was Jensen who’d had to work all day. It was Jensen who’d had to wait in the airport for his delayed flight. This was his vacation, too. However, due to the limited light in the room, you were only able to see the outline of his mussed hair.
“Nah, to be honest I’m still a little wired. I can just let you sleep if you-.”
“No.” Jensen might have chuckled at your enthusiastic answer as you tucked yourself back into his arms, your face buried in his chest. However, as the faded scent of his aftershave and the warm, suffuse scent of his skin filled your nose, you couldn’t bring yourself to be embarrassed in the slightest.
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When you woke up the next day, you weren’t exactly sure what time or even what year it was, to be honest. The shades were still drawn, letting the slightest bit of light in the room, giving soft shadows to Jensen’s face.
There was a warm ache spreading pleasantly in your chest, like you’d just sipped the smoothest cognac, as you watched him sleep. You loved this man, so much.
He was in a deep sleep, his mouth opened slightly as he curled on his side, facing you. One hand was tucked beneath the pillow, while the other was stretched out towards you. Like he might’ve reached out to touch your face while you slept.
Yeah, you were still hung over from the migraine, your brain synapses seeming sluggish and a little befuddled. But, damn if Jensen laying there, open and soft, didn’t get to you.
You settled on your side to face him, your noses only inches apart, and took a moment to just take him in. It was a little silly, how you felt this way each time you were reunited with him. How you had to acclimate yourself to being in his gravitational field again.
You noticed how his long eye lashes etched perfectly symmetrical lines on his cheek. With fondness, you noted how the way his face was smashed into the pillow made his lips into an exaggerated pout. You couldn’t help but to reach out a couple of fingers to push the few wayward hairs off of his forehead. Just for an excuse to touch him.
A memory of visiting him on set for the first time lazily wove its way into your conscious thought and brought a smile to your face. He’d been like an excited kid, dragging you to the different parts of set and introducing you to the crew.
You’d never forget how he’d complained about the cowlick on his forehead with an adorably scrunched nose, like you would ever think he had any imperfections. It was clear, while one of the makeup girls sprayed intense amounts of hair spray to keep it spiked, that she was thinking the same thing.
You happened to love that little cowlick he loathed so much. You liked what it represented now. That when he was home, his cowlick wasn’t ever entirely tamed. It usually meant he was product free and relaxed, here with you.
“It’s not polite to stare.” Came his groggy voice, his fingers stretched out to play with your bottom lip.
“Can’t help it.” You answered, unabashedly. There was no use in denying how you felt about him, you knew you were extremely transparent. “If you could tone down the handsome just a little, I might still be able to function around you.”
“Mmm…” You think he may have meant the noise to be ascent, but it came out as nearly a growl as he rooted against the pillow for a moment as if he could wipe the grogginess from his face.
“I didn’t mean to wake you up. Go back to sleep.” You let your hand migrate over his shoulder and down his arm in a soothing cadence. When he turned to face you with a raised eyebrow, his hair was a complete ruffled, fucking adorable mess.
“You’re just saying that so you can keep me in bed all day.” The deep, gritty resonance of his voice shouldn’t have been able to affect you with the amount of residual medication still in your system. However, the challenging look in his eyes paired with that middle of the night, sex voice?
“Guilty.”
His smile was dazzling, or what you saw of it before he couldn’t keep his hands to himself anymore and pulled you into his bubble of personal space.
You couldn’t help the way your body scooted in even closer so that you could rest your lips against the skin of his freckled chest. How any space left between the two of you was the enemy and needed to be vanquished by any means necessary as he held you even tighter.
He hummed, his appreciation of your proximity a rumble in his chest and beginning to swell against your thigh, blood warm and inviting. “Your plan is working.” He mumbled before he ducked down to take your lips in a lazy but incendiary kiss.
For a moment you were swept up in the feeling of his lush mouth and the way your bodies moved even closer together. Like melting scoops of ice cream, you merged into one ubiquitous puddle of goo.
His palm and fingers were flat against you, sliding reverently from your shoulders and downward, creating a pleasant thrill as his guitar callouses consecrated your skin like a holy man’s most sacred text.
His moan of pleasure was a quiet sigh, received in your mouth like communion when you bent your leg to rest up and over his hip, to hold him closer to where you wanted him. His fingers flexed against the small of your back to hold you to him.
He was nearly breathless when he broke away, only separating far enough to rest his forehead on yours. His lips continued to feather against your face in soft, barely there kisses between catching his breath. “I missed you. I missed you so much.”
Your hand was immediately running through the hair on the back of his neck, holding him close as he buried his face in the crook of your neck and shoulder. It would tickle, the way he was breathing you in, if you weren’t instantly concerned by his tone of voice, by the way he wouldn’t let any space between you. “Jay…”
He took a moment and continued to breathe, his hands still unable to hold you and touch you enough. It was almost like he was embarrassed and hiding his face from you.
He took one last deep breath, the feel of it breezing past your heat flushed skin caused goose bumps to pop up all over before he pulled away only far enough to be able to speak. You were resting cheek to cheek now, his eyelashes brushing softly against your skin with his every blink.
“I’m sorry.” He pulled in another deep, cleansing breath, but continued to speak barely above whisper before you could ask him why. “I know it’s my fault that we’re separated all the time. It’s my career and it’s my commitments and I have no right to feel this way. And you…” He nuzzled the sensitive skin right below your ear. “You’re fine. You’re so independent and you don’t even need me, but I… I need you. It’s harder and harder to leave you, every time I have to do it.”
The warm, smooth ache you’d been carrying in your chest since you’d woken up burst into something sharp with jagged edges at the sound of his distress. You urged him away from his hiding spot, your hands on either side of his face. You swore there was a loud, physical crack in your heart as you saw the pain mirrored in his eyes.
“I know you can’t put your life on hold for me. I don’t want you to be stuck just following me around from place to place, but maybe we could try. Just something different from this? I need more of you in my life. I want it to be our life, not just mine and yours every couple of weeks and a summer break. I want to m-.”
It could’ve been ‘I want to marry you’ or ‘I want to murder you.’ It’s possible he might’ve said ‘I want to make a fucking decoupage’, but you couldn’t hold back from trying to soothe the pain he’d just cracked open between you as you kissed the words right out of his mouth.
You’d always been wary of the constitution of marriage. You’d seen it more as a type of restraint, like a literal ball and chain would be weighing you down for eternity. Restriction from being able to do your own thing, to make your own life and be your own person. But over the two years you’d spent with Jensen, he’d turned every assumption you’d ever had about it on its head.
He rolled you both over in a quick move, propped up by his elbows to hover over you as you spread your thighs for him without a second thought. You couldn’t see the flush of his skin or the dark pink of his blood filled cock as it seared like a brand against your skin. The room was too dark for that still, but you could see the outline of what your fingers had done to his hair. You could see how his body moved with each breath, more labored than the one before.
You couldn’t look away from the broken open, honest look on his face when he slowly, but insistently slotted inside you. His eyes were wide and bright, his lips slightly parted as he refused to look away.
This time, it wasn’t about how many orgasms you could have or how hard you could make him come. His thrusts were sure and deep as he gathered you up in his arms.
This was about connection and reassurance and finally having what you had waited weeks to have. What your hand and all the sex toys in the world couldn’t bring you.
You lost yourself in the slow burn of it, in the way he moved on top of you. Your hands on his back felt every twitch and bunch of muscle under sweaty skin. You tasted the salt of him on your lips and inhaled the musky scent of your bodies joined together in the humid air between you.
You were already on edge, already so close before he thread his sweaty, shaking fingers through yours beside your head on the pillow. It was being fully connected from head to toe, paired with Jensen’s unerring ability to hit your sweet spot like a bullseye in the dark, that flooded you with the pleasure of orgasm.
It was the sound of your name gasped on his lips, the way his breath caught in his throat and the way he squeezed your hand with his as he pulsed and shivered inside you that drove the ecstasy even higher.
When you finally came back to yourself, feeling hazy with satisfaction, you couldn’t have moved even if you had wanted to.
Jensen hadn’t moved an inch, still shivering, his muscles still twitching after a very satisfying orgasm. He pressed his lips softly along your throat before he buried his face in your neck with a deeply satisfied sigh.
Could your migraine be triggered because of your extraordinary pleasure? Absolutely. Could you bring yourself to care at all? It was safe to say that zero fucks were given.
At that moment you knew that no matter what came in the next hour, the next week or even the next year that you could handle it as long as Jensen was by your side.
However, as you fell asleep again later with Jensen’s warm body holding you from behind, you had plenty to think about. Like, if you hadn’t jumped the gun, out of terror or enthusiasm about whatever ‘M’ word was about to tumble out of his beautiful mouth, what would he have said? Were you really at that point in the relationship? Was Jensen serious about wanting to start a life with you?
More importantly, were you marriage material? What, with your migraines and your propensity to run at any sign of commitment above shacking up together?
You sighed, burying your face in the soft, down pillow that Jensen had probably gone great lengths to make sure were provided and took a really long, hard look at your life. Could you really do this? Above that, was it possible that you were obsessing about something that wasn’t even a real possibility?
There is nothing I love more than reading fanfiction. I love reading in general. I love the way people can be creative and take so little and turn it into something so big. I am a fanfic writer myself and I love that I can do this for other people. But, I am not here to talk about myself. I am here to give you a list of some (not all) of my favorite fanfic writers. I don’t have the time to list ALL of them but just know that you are greatly appreciated.
@jarpadandjensenaremyheroes I love that we can connect together and come up with ideas for whatever we are both working on. I love your writings and I know I’ve said this before, but you do deserve WAY more followers than you have now. You bring out emotions in me and to me, that is a great writer. Please, keep doing what you’re doing and don’t stop :)
@notnaturalanahi your work gives me life. I love how you give each character something that is unique to them as if Sam and Dean weren’t from a show. You’re super nice and it shouldn’t matter how long you work on a fic. It’s ready when it’s ready and only you can determine that. Keep rocking out, babe ;)
@kdfrqqg First, I love how special you make me feel. You always comment on my works and I love that you do that. I love how you write and I hope that we get to see more because you make me smile when you post a new work of art. Keep doing what you’re doing because it works for you.
@dancingalone21 I love your drabbles. I love your oneshots. I love anything you post. You write Jensen and Jared very well. It’s almost like you know them on a personal level. I love the challenges you come up with because it also challenges me as a writer. You’re so awesome and don’t ever change.
@bringmesomepie56 I know I said this before but you write Dean so well, that if he were a real person, you would be a best fit for him. You’re an awesome writer and I smile whenever you post something new because you take me on a whole different level. You take me out of the shitty world we live in and that’s an awesome thing to do. You’re special and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.
@ilostmyshoe-79 I don’t know if you’ll get the chance to see this but let me start off by telling you how amazing you are. You can write for almost anything whether it be something in the smut department or a ship of any two or three characters, or anything else you conjure up with. You’re one of the first blogs I followed on here and I am no disappointed. You’re an amazing writer and I hope you’ll never stop.
@impala-dreamer you’re a one of a kind. You write like it comes natural to you. I love the way you write Sam and Jared. Your work makes me so happy when you post and I read everything you write. Never change because the world would suck more if it lost you as a writer.
I know I haven’t listed all my favorite writers but these are the ones that popped up. So thank you all who post stories on your own free time. Thank you for sharing your gift with us. It means a lot. <3
Summary: Y/N is a nerd about to graduate from high school. Dean is her best friend's older brother who is always with Sam. Together the two of them fight like cats and dogs, but is it hatred causing it or is it love?
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Jessica Moore, Bobby Singer, Reader
Pairings: Dean Winchester x Chubby!Reader, Sam Winchester x Jessica Moore
Warnings: NSFW, smut, self doubt about weight, language
Word Count: 4,687
Request: Do you think you could write me a fanfic where its Dean x Reader but they're both in high school and the reader is this adorable chubby lil nerd and Dean is a bad boy who used to tease her but they both really like each other and it ends up in smut of fluff please and thank you! Love the writing and keep doing' you!- Anonymous
A/N: This is my submission for @dancingalone21 Lau’s AU Funny Quote Challenge. My quote was “I say we get drunk and shoot crap.” I hope y’all enjoy I loved writing this because I’m a chubby nerd like the reader. Feedback is always welcomed!
The bell for the end of the day chimed, and all of your classmates started packing their things up. Mr Singer, your teacher yelled out to everyone that they needed to bring their homework in on Monday or they’d receive no credit. As everyone else rushed to get out of the class, you took your time packing your things up before walking to the from of the class.
“Mr. Singer, here’s my homework.” He looked up at you with a smile on his face as he took it from you. “I just figured I would give it to you now.”
“My star pupil, thank Y/N I’ll be sure to get this graded and back to you by Monday.”
“Thank Mr. Singer have a great weekend!” You grabbed you Captain America backpack off the back of your chair and headed out into the hallway. People were laughing and chatting as they made their way to the front of the building.
You stopped at your locker putting your books away, “Hey Y/N!” you turned around to see your best friend Sam heading towards you. His girlfriend Jessica clinging to his arm as he waved at you. You couldn’t help but laugh at him, he was so tall you could always spot him out in a crowd he was one of the tallest kids in the school. “Hey, do you have anything planned tonight?”
“What are you talking about Sam?” Cringing you slowly turned around looking up at Sam’s older brother Dean. He was wearing a white t-shirt with black jeans and a matching leather jacket. His sunglasses were on shielding you from his mossy green eyes. “She has no friends aside from the two of you, so why would she have any plans?” He was leaning against the lockers watching you, a smirk pulling at the corners of his pink lips. “No offense.”
“Oh yeah that totally wasn’t offensive at all asshole!” You glared daggers at him as he turned his head in the other direction. “You’ll always be an asshole, and Batman will always suck ass.” You murmured under your breath before turning to look back at Sam and Jess.
“I just heard that insult little nerd!”
“Good I’m glad you heard it!”
“Batman could totally kick Captain Assholes ass!”
“Captain America is a superhero! Batman is a billionaire with a bunch of gadgets.”
Dean pushed himself off the lockers and towered over you. “Oh yeah!? Well at least Batman has a bunch of ass kicking weapons.” He leaned down getting closer to your height, making his point by pushing his sunglasses to rest on the top of his head. “All your stupid Steve Rogers has is a little shield!”
“Captain Rogers was injected with Super-Solider Serum, and through ‘Vita-Ray’ treatment he became a superhero! He’s faster, stronger, and his endurance are better than Batman’s! Captain America would kick his prissy ass in under a minute!”
“Oh you’re on nerd, you take it back right this second!”
“Never!”
“Guys!” Both you and Dean turned around seeing a very confused Sam and Jessica watching you. “If you’re done arguing over useless stuff can we please get on to more serious matters?”
Clearing your throat both you and Dean stole a glance at each other before quickly looking away. You adjusted the strap of your backpack giving Sam an apologetic smile. Dean pushed his sunglasses back down over his eyes before crossing his arms over his chest. You had no idea how Sam and Jessica dealt with you and Dean. The two of you were constantly at each other's throats, all because Dean makes fun of you. And by some miracle Sam was always to separate the two of you.
“I know you’re busy with working on your costume for Comic Con but would you wanna come to the lake with us? There’s going to be a whole bunch of us there.” Glancing down at your shoes your kicked at a scuff against the polished white tile. ‘Come on Y/N, Jess and I are leaving for Stanford in August. We’re not going to be in Kansas much longer.”
Sam and Jessica were your only friends, seeing you couldn’t really count bad boy Dean as one. You were staying to go to a local college while taking art classes online. When they left you were going to have no one but yourself. You could hang out with Dean, but he was too busy working at his Dad’s auto shop to hang out all the time. So this summer was really going to be the last with your friends for awhile.
Jessica placed her hand on your shoulder, “Come on Y/N, it’ll be fun.” She was right, being with them would make this a memorable night.
“Alright, my costume can wait until tomorrow I guess.”
“That’s more like it!” Sam shouted pulling Jessica closer in his arms as the two of them started heading down the hall. “Let’s make this the best night of our lives.”
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“This really has been amazing.” Sam smiled staring at the sunset with Jessica sitting next to him. His arm was wrapped around her and they both had a beer in their hand. Jessica leaned her head back against his shoulder as she whispered something to him. Sam tightened his grip around her, standing up suddenly. “Hey. . . uh Dean do you mind if I get the keys to the car?”
Dean was sitting across from you a beer bottle in his hand as he poked at your fire with a stick. “Sammy why do you need my car keys?” He glanced up at his little brother, a knowing smirk across his face. “Are you going to take the log to the beaver?”
“Oh God Dean.” Sam groaned looking aways as his face turned slightly pink. “Are you going to give me the keys or not man. Jessica left her uh-” He looked up at the dusk sky for a brief second, “her sweater in the car.”
“Sure she did. That’s okay you two have fun, what to do you want to do Y/N?” You laughed softly as Sam rolled his eyes. “I say we get drunk and shot stuff. I mean seeing Sammy is going to shooting his own gun.”
“Oh my God Dean knock it off!”
With a final sigh he tossed the keys to Sam, “Just make sure to lay a blanket down, and crack the windows.” Sam and Jessica were blushing as they head back towards the car. “I do not want you staining the upholstery or Baby reeking of sex!” He laughed sticking his tongue out slightly.
Sam glared back at Dean as they headed through a wooded area behind the lake. When they were gone Dean started laughing poking more at the dull flames. You watched as embers flew up towards the pink and purple sky. You were glad you came tonight, it had been a lot of fun so far. You were all making memories that were going to last you a lifetime.
“Are you having fun?”
You looked back at Dean who was taking a drink of beer, “Huh, oh yeah.” Rolling your unopened beer can in your hand you looked back at him. “It’s just a little bittersweet you know. This is going to be one of the last nights were all like this together.”
“Sammy and Jess might be leaving,” he stared into the flames of the fire, “but that doesn’t mean that just you and me can’t do this.” When he looked at you, you almost had to catch your breath. Dean Winchester was already a sexy guy, but he looked ever hotter in the illumination of the flames. “You know we might fight like cats and dogs but. . .you’re not going to be alone. I’m going to be with you every step of the way.”
You were taken back by his words, not really sure what to say. This was the same Dean Winchester who would tease you about your hair when you were a Freshman. The same asshole who made fun of you love of comics and books. This was the same jerk who made your first year of high school a living hell. And fast forward three years and he was being nice to you.
He huffed looking at you, “Why are you looking at me like that? I’m telling the truth ya know, I’m not just messing around with you.” You turned your nose up at his sudden defensive nature.
“I’m sorry Winchester, I’m just a little shocked that you’re being nice to me.”
“What the hell are you talking about!? I’m always nice to you, I’ve been nice to you since that first day Sammy brought you home from school.”
“Uh no!” You crossed your arms over your chest pressing your breast up a little. “If I remember correctly you were the one telling Cas to get a look at the junk in my trunk.”
You weren’t skinny by any means. You were chubby or as you liked to call it curvy and you had struggled with your weight all of your life. You could care less about what other people said about you. You knew you had your issues, and you were doing your best to work on them.
“Whoa hold on a second!”
You got off the log you were sitting on and started walking in the other direction. You heard the shuffling of gravel behind you as Dean ran after you. “Y/N sweetheart, hold on for a second!” he reached for your arm and you quickly pulled it away turning around to face him. “Look yes I was an asshole when you first met me.” You cocked up an eyebrow rolling you eyes as he spoke. “Okay I’m still an asshole!” He grabbed both sides of your arms holding you still to look into his eyes. “But I’m the asshole who has fallen madly in love with you.”
“What!?” Your jaw dropped at his words, you cheeks burning as he nodded his head. “What the hell did you just say? I’m pretty sure I misheard it or something like that.”
“I said I love you.”
“Jesus Dean, did someone put something in your drink?” You placed the back of your hand against his forehead feeling for a fever. “This is so not like you. You’re not acting like yourself at all.”
He pulled his head back sighing deeply, “No one put anything in my drink, and I’m not sick by any means.” His fingers gently squeezed your arms as he took a deep breath. “Look, I’ve liked you for a long time.” He kicked at rocks underneath his boots before his glanced down at you. His eyes were trying to read you, pick up on what you were feeling. And his guess was as good as your own. There were so many emotions running through your veins, you weren’t sure what to think, say, or feel. “I’ve liked you since you were a sophomore, and I fell in love with you last year.”
“Hold on a second,” you sighed pushing him back slightly, “if you liked me for this long then why are you always a jerk to me?”
“Look this might come as a shocker to you but I’m not good at showing my emotions.” You found yourself gawking at him, giving him a chance to explain himself. “I’ve wanted to tell you for a long time now I really have. But anytime I feel like it’s been the right time we end up arguing instead. And most of that is me putting my defenses up, not wanting anyone to get close me. But I realized you might not stay here in Lawrence forever, and with Sammy leaving in a few months I realized how short life is. So I decided I was going to tell you before I screwed up royally or I missed my chance.”
“Sam and Jess knew didn’t they?” Dean nodded his head, “That’s why they left right? To give you the chance to tell me how you felt.”
“Sam had known for awhile, hell he probably knew how I felt before I even realized it.” He looked back in the direction that the two of them had ran off to. “This was their idea, figured it would be easier for me to get you alone like this.”
You heart was racing as you took all of his words to heart. Now that you were thinking about it, it was pretty evident the two of you had feelings for each other. It wasn’t always fighting when you were with him, he’s always been there for you when you needed him. He had picked you up countless times, been there for you through the rough patches of life, and always had a smile on his face when you were talking. And you liked him a lot to regardless of the teasing and the fighting.
Dean was so good looking it should be illegal. His creamy skin, those olive eyes that took your breath away, and those plump lips you fantasized about kissing. But he wasn’t just good looking. Dean Winchester was a strong and caring man, who typically put others above himself. You always admired that about him, and that admiration soon turned to love, but you always pushed those feelings away seeing how the two of you were always fighting. Now that you knew the truth, you could see why the two of you were always fighting.
You were in love with each other.
Dean cleared his throat, waiting for you to say something, anything in response to his words. You wanted to tell him how you felt about him, but a little voice in your head was telling you something different. Why would someone like Dean want to be with a nerd like you?”
“Why me?”
“What?”
“Why are you in love with me Dean? I mean in case I’m not the typical girl you’d go for. I’m chunky, nerdy, and I have no sense of fashion. You could be with any girl in this whole world, and you want to be with me?”
“Are you kidding me?” He cupped both sides of your face in his hands. “Have you looked at yourself in the mirror lately Y/N/N? You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. You’re soft Y/H/C hair, those breathtaking Y/E/C eyes, your body. I don’t see how you’re single, not only are you fucking hot, but you’re smart and passionate too.” His thumb brushed against your cheek, your heart fluttering as he touched you. “What’s not to love about you? I’d be crazy to not be in love with you.”
Your heart was throbbing at his words as tears began welling in your eyes. You licked your lips your own hand reaching up to touch his own. Dean eyes gazed over your face, and he slowly leaned in closer towards you. You followed his lead leaning in as well. He stopped looking at you one last time before closing his eyes and the gap between your lips. You inhaled sharply as you kissed him back, his lips gently moving against yours as you wrapped your arms around his neck.
He pulled back for a second his eyes opening as a smile spread across his lips. You returned the smile, and he leaned back in kissing you deeply, his tongue licking your bottom lip. You opened your mouth for him, his tongue slowly sliding inside of your mouth. You moaned into the kiss, your tongues massaging and moving against another. It was intense and passionate, like lightning lighting up a dark stormy summer night. This kiss was way overdue and there was a lot of making up the two of you were going to have to do. But being with him like this, it felt like you had all the time in the world to make up for it.
Dean pulled away the two of you panting and trying to catch you breath. You gazed into each other's eyes before laughing softly. Dean’s hand slid around to the back of your neck, his fingers playing with your hair as he pressed his forehead against yours. “That was well worth the wait, but now I’m kicking myself for not doing it sooner.” Yours hands played with the collar of his leather jacket as he spoke. “Like I imagined how that would be for years, but nothing compares to the real thing.” His lips pressed against the tip of your nose before moving further down to your lips. You kissed back gripping onto the fabric of his jacket, pulling him closer towards you.
“Whooa!” Sam shouted from the distance causing you and Dean to turn around. Him and Jessica were both clapping as they sat down around the fire. “Took you two long enough!”
“Come on,” Dean grabbed your hand leading you back to Sam and Jess. “let’s go hear about how Sam has been telling me for years to tell you how I felt.”
This was not how you were expecting your night to go, but you’re glad you decided to come with them. You showed up at the lake single and irritated with Dean, and you’re leaving knowing the two of you loved each other. There was a bright future ahead for the two of you, and you were looking forward to every second of it.
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Standing in the Sam and Jessica’s apartment you were fighting back tears. Jessica was hugging you telling you that she would text you every day. Pulling away the two of you wiped your eyes before looking at your boyfriends hugging each other. Dean pulled away clearing his throat as he smacked Sam on the back.
“No chick flick moments.”
“Alright, whatever you say jerk.”
“Bitch.” Dean wrapped his arm around your waist looking Sam in the eyes. “You be careful and be sure to call mom. And if you need anything Sammy don’t hesitate to call me okay?”
“I will Dean.”
With heavy hearts you and Dean said goodbye to Sam and Jessica before heading back to the hotel you were staying at. The drive back was quiet as Dean held your hand tight, his lips pursed together as his eyes were focused on the road. In the five months of dating him, you come to learn a lot more about him. Like right now he was going to assure you he was fine, but deep down you knew he was dreading this day for months. You were glad he didn’t have to go through this by himself. He had you with him, and hopefully that might ease the pain a little bit.
When you got back to the hotel Dean collapsed onto the bed sighing roughly into the mattress. You placed the bags of food on the mattress and crawled up on there with him rubbing his back soothingly. He turned his head looking up at you, as your fingers massaged his tense muscles. His frown slowly turned into a smile as you leaned down kissing his forehead.
‘Let’s eat real quick and then we’ll get some sleep before the long drive back okay?”
“Alright.” He pushed himself up and grabbed the bags of food handing you your own food. The two of you made small talk about the shop and your blog. It was like a typical weekend night back at his place.
As soon as you finished eating you both took you showers before crawling under the crisp hotel sheets. Dean wrapped his arms around you as you stared at the green alarm clocking it’s luminescent glow lighting up you pillow. As your eyes started closing, asleep slowly overcoming your senses Dean pressed a kiss against your neck. All thoughts of sleep vanished as your turned your head, finding his lips against yours in a second.
“Thank you, for coming with me.” he whispered against your lips, “You being there with me made that a little more bearable.”
“Well I love you, of course I’d go with you. It’s like you told me, you’re never going to be alone Dean I’m always going to be with you.” You pressed your lips against his, slow and tentative, and lazy not hurry in it at all. His fingers grazing your skin, but not completely going under just yet. Those lazy kisses that you loved so much, slowly became more heated as Dean shoved his tongue in your mouth. You turned wrapping your arms around his neck as he slid his hand up your shirt. His large hand cupped your breast squeezing and kneading it as your tongues were tangled together.
‘I love you Y/N.” He rolled on top of you, pushing your night shirt up exposing your bare breasts to him. “I love you so damn much.” Leaning down you moaned watching as his tongue darted out flicking your nipple. He looked up at you before his lips sealed around the sensitive bud, his tongue swirling around it as his teeth grazed it. Your back arched off the mattress, and his free hand cupped your other breast squeezing it.
The two of you had fooled around in the several months of dating, but you never went all the way. Part of it was because you both wanted to take your time, while the other fact was that Dean wanted you to be sure you wanted him to take your virginity. In this moment tonight there wasn’t a doubt in your mind that you wanted Dean to be your first.
“Dean.” you bucked your hips against his, feeling his erection through his sweat pants. “Do you,” you moaned loudly as he pinched your other nipple, “do you have a condom?”
His head flew up hearing your words, he reached over turning on the lamp on the night stand. “What did you just say?” His green eyes roamed over your bare chest before looking directly into yours. He needed to hear it one more time, he wanted to make sure that this was what you wanted.
“Let’s do it, I know I love you I want you to be my first.”
“You’re sure?”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”
His fingers trailed down lower, sliding into you pajama bottoms. “Well I have to make sure you’re ready for me.” His fingers traced small circles around your clit before moving down further rubbing your lips. “Then we can do it okay?” You nodded as he pushed a finger inside of you, you whined lifting your hips up to meet his touch. He pumped it lazily before adding another finger.
He took his time stretching you out, his finger stretched your walls. Somehow during all the intense pleasure he moved between your legs. His fingers buried deep inside of you as his wet tongue lapped at your clit. You were a wither mess, your chest heaving as the pleasure rushed through your veins. Your moans and the sound of Dean’s tongue licking you was echoing off the walls. You knew your neighbors were hating on you, but you didn’t give a shit. All you care about was Dean being inside of you, and the two of you finally making love.
He made you come twice before you were wheezing roughly, “Dean enough teasing, I’m ready for you.” He licked his lips clean or your arousal, his eyes were locked on yours. “Please I need you inside of me.” You whined gripping the sheets under your body. “I fucking need you.”
Dean got off the bed running for his wallet sitting on the dresser. He pulled out a gold foiled packet and ripped it open with his teeth as he pushed his sweats down. You watched as he slowly stroked his cock before rolling the condom over it, taking his time making sure it was done properly. When he came back to the bed his lips found your instantly as he positioned himself between your legs. You tasted the tang of yourself as his tongue rubbed against yours, his hips slowly grinding against yours as you kissed.
“Y/N,” he whispered as he reached down, leading his cock to your entrance. “I love you so much baby.”
“I love you too.” You kissed him gently as he slowly started pushing inside of you. To your surprise it didn’t hurt like you thought it would. Instead it was a slight pressure and discomfort as he pushed further inside of you.
‘Are you okay?” he asked softly his hips stilling to give you time to adjust to the new sensation, “Do you need me to go slower or I can keep going.”
You kissed him again a little more needy this time. “Keep going, I want to feel all of you inside of me Dean.” He kept moving moaning against your mouth until he was completely buried inside of you. “Oh my God.” you whispered against his mouth, “fuck you’re so big”
“You sure you’re okay?”
“Okay?” you moaned laughing softly as you arched your back, “Oh Dean I’m in heaven right now, move.”
He started moving slowly bucking his hips as you moaned a bit louder tilting your head back. As soon as he started moving it was like all of his worries about hurting you faded away. He moved a bit faster grunting as he buried his face in your neck. Before you knew it the two of you were setting, and moaning louder than you had ever moaned before. Dean knew what he was doing, and he was making sure everything felt amazing for you. He wanted you to enjoy this as much as he was.
You moved in time with him, feeling every inch of his cock slid in and out of you. You pussy welcomed him by squeezing around his shaft, which only made him thrust into you harder. It might sound cliche but it felt like the two of you fit perfectly with each other. His cock wasn’t too big for you, it was just fucking perfect.
‘Y/N fuck you’re so fucking tight.’ He growled sinking his teeth into your neck as he rolled the two of you onto your sides. “Your pussy is so tight for me, throbbing and squeezing my cock.” He leaned up sweat running down his forehead as he draped your leg over his body allowing his cock to go even deeper inside of you. “God I love you, I love being inside of you.”
“I-I love,” he nipped at you bottom lip tugging at it gently, “fuck I love you being inside of me Dean.” He dug his fingers into your thigh, his thrusts becoming harder and faster with every move. You furrowed your brow while digging your nails into his shoulders as you kissed him. The coil in your abdomen got tighter and tighter as the head of his cock brushed against your g-spot. “Dean I’m getting close.” You panted as he reached down rubbing you clit causing you breath to hitch in your throat. “Oh shit, fuck Dean!”
He rubbed faster in time with his erratic thrusts, “That’s right baby, come for me come all over this thick hard cock.” As you started screamed his name he kissed your deeply, sending you over the edge. “Y/N, fuck baby.”
“D-Dean! Yes holy fuck!”
“Y/N!” he growled as he trusted deep inside of you, his movements suddenly stilling as he came right behind you.
You both panted as you came down from the orgasmic bliss. You kissed each other as Dean pushed some of your hair out of your eyes. The two of you smiled as he held you tighter against him. Funny how a little over five months ago you were fighting with each other like cats and dogs. Now here you were having dating and having sex, living your lives together. As Dean buried his face in your neck snoring softly you couldn’t help but wish to spend the rest of your life with this man.
A/N: This fic is for Lau's AU Funny Quote Challenge. The challenge was to incorporate a quote that we chose into a AU fic and submit it. If you like this, there will be more in the future. :) Also fair warning, I am absolute shit at writing smut, but here it is.
AU: There's actually a bunch of au's that I'm mashing together, so I'll just throw all of the main ones into one big sentence: "Our apartments are across from each other so we always see each other in the morning, and I always see you with your partner and then I saw you really sad because they stood you up at dinner and I haven't seen them for weeks and I just wanna see your smile again so please let me come over."
Warnings: Huge drabble? Swearing, drinking, smut more than likely, cheating boyfriend (not Dean-o), angsty-undertones.
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The air was cold on the balcony, the crisp September air biting at my exposed skin as I stepped out to water my flowers. I inspected an amaryllis as I watered it, trimming off a dead stem while humming to myself. The view I had from my balcony was beautiful. To the east and west was beautiful skyline, to the north was more buildings, and to the south was even more buildings. The southern buildings were different: the occupants stirred greater interest in me. I reached for my phone to send a text to my boyfriend, Joe, making sure plans were still on tonight to celebrate our anniversary. I can't wait to see you tonight, I texted.
I smiled at my phone as I headed indoors to get ready. Joey had seemed to distance himself from me lately, but hopefully this would bring us closer together. I selected a nice cocktail dress, one he had complemented in the past. I went through my usual makeup routine, spritzing a light amount of perfume on my neck. As I headed to the kitchen, I looked through my window and saw my neighbor, Dean. This was abnormal, as I typically saw him late at night through my windows.
He was an attractive man: candy apple green eyes, tousled brown hair that was just light enough it would trick you into thinking he was a dirty blonde with freckles speckling all over his tanned skin. He was muscular, and tall. He waved to me, smiling. That smile. I was a taken woman, but that smile. That was the type of smile that would make buildings bend to its will, the type of smile that would make even the most stubborn of people weak at the knees. I pushed my kitchen windows open, leaning out until he did the same.
"Date tonight?" He yelled across the way. Having an apartment on the top floor in one of the windiest cities had its disadvantages.
"Yeah," I smiled. "Are you going out tonight?"
"Just hitting the bar."
"Sounds like fun."
"You'll have to join me sometime that you aren't on a date." He chuckled and my grin broadened.
"Speaking of, I better start heading out. I'll talk to you later!" He nodded a farewell and we closed our windows. I slid on my flats and grabbed my purse, heading down the stairs. I hailed a cab and headed to the restaurant, waiting for Joey to show up.
The city rushed by in a whirl. Sometimes I couldn't believe I made it here: I was just a florist- an entrepreneur in the larger world of business. I opened my shop on the strip, firstly living in a small apartment above it. Business started booming. Eventually I had earned enough to upgrade to something a bit more suitable for my tastes.
I was lucky. I could have moved into a building where across the alley way was a married couple into exhibition, or a man who was a white supremacist and into the third Reich. Instead, I got Dean. A man who, the first time he saw me, was confused. He had no idea as to why there was a girl sitting on her balcony, drinking straight from a bottle of champagne and crying.
"Uh... Are you okay?" He had asked, confusion and concern flooding his features. I had been stunned in that moment, seeing this extremely attractive man talking to me, asking why I was wallowing myself in my sorrows.
"I'm fine. I'll be fine." I had wiped at my eyes, scrubbing the mascara from my cheeks. "Just found my boyfriend cheating on me. Some chick named 'Veronica'."
"Oof, rough." I nodded in agreement.
"I jacked this from their room service tray. They don't need it. Wanna share? I don't backwash, I swear." Dean had chuckled, and I smiled in spite of myself. He agreed, and walked over. We drank and shared stories of woe, stories of love, and stories of glee. We stayed up until we saw the sunrise, learning who the other was.
Dean had introduced me to Joe. Probably the only bad thing Dean has ever done for me.
After three trays of free breadsticks, two glasses of water, a bunch of pitying glances from passersby and still no word from Joey, I put my head in my hands and started to accept the fact I had been stood up. I rubbed at my face, asking the waiter for my check. As I handed over my card, I grabbed my phone and dialed the number that was all too familiar. The number I wouldn't need anymore.
"Hey, uhm. I know you knew about the date, because I talked to you about it earlier today. I'm not sure if something came up for you or not, but usually you would text me," I sighed into the phone. "Joe, this is the fifth time you've done this to me... I can't handle it anymore. I would do this in person, I hate to do it over voicemail, but you aren't here. I think it's best to say it's over for us. I'm sorry."
When I got home, I headed straight for my balcony. I rested my arms on the ledge, breathing deeply. I wished for the cold air to wash away the sorrows I had prepared myself for months in advance.
Like he knew I needed a shoulder, Dean's sliding door opened and he came outside, sitting down in his lawn chair.
"I thought you were hitting the bar."
"Decided against it. What happened to your date?"
"I dumped him. He stood me up again." I sighed.
"I'm sorry." I shook my head at him. We sat in silence together for awhile. He sat back, watching me as the wind swirled around us, breathing in the refreshing air. Winter was almost here, there was a bite in the air that signaled frost. With winter came the end of old things. Soon spring would be here, to bring in the new.
"Are you busy tomorrow?" Dean suddenly asks. I shook my head quietly as he smiles. "I'll be right back." He heads back inside and I stay in place. I turn around as I hear the door click open, seeing Dean there with two wine glasses and a bottle of Pinot Noir. I laugh, confused.
"What's this?"
"Here's the plan. Tomorrow, you're going to come with me and we're going to go pretend to be engaged. I know how much you love wedding cake, so we're going to go and try different types. They'll give us champagne," his nose crinkles in mock distaste, "and we'll have some good ass cake. As for tonight, even though I'm not a wine guy, we're going to drink classily and watch some Skin Wars. So go get out of that dress. We're gunna party like we're rich."
"Dean," I laughed, but it was void of all humor, "you don't have to do this. I'll be fine, trust me."
"Look, Y/N, I see you almost every day through the windows. I saw you every day that Joe was here, how happy you were. Then all of a sudden he stopped coming, and you stopped smiling. I'll do anything to see you smile again. It kills me seeing you like this. So please. Let me do this."
"Dean..." I felt something slip down my cheek with his hand following it.
"Please," he whispered. I nodded, telling him I'd be right back. I headed to my room, putting on some jeans and a tee-shirt. I quickly scrubbed off my makeup as I heard Dean digging around in the kitchen for some food. When I came back into the sitting room, he had set up a small food tray on the coffee table, and was pouring the Pinot into the glasses.
"I thought you weren't a wine guy?" I asked as I took the glass he offered me, sitting down.
"I'm not, but I know how much you love wine, so I keep a bottle on hand." He smiles at me.
"Why?"
"Because. Now, let's judge some people."
"No!" I yelled at the TV as Dean laughed.
"I told you he would get kicked off!"
"But his was easily the best! How could they. I had faith in you, Ru." I folded my arms as I pouted and Dean continued to laugh at me.
"You always pick the people who get kicked off, it's cute."
"Shut up, you just like it because you win."
"I just like being right," he chuckled as we clinked glasses, drinking what was left. "I gotta admit, that was some pretty decent wine." I smiled, looking up at him. The way his eyes shined in the soft light, and how his cheeks grew slightly red from the wine was simply beautiful.
"What?" Dean's voice interrupted my thoughts.
"Nothing, just zoning out. What time are we going out tomorrow?"
"Uhm..." Dean looked at his watch, "How does six sound?"
"Sounds good. So, since we're officially 'engaged,'" I said the word with air quotes around it, smiling, "won't we need to know a little bit of backstory? When are we getting married? How 'bout the ring?" Dean laughed at me as I wiggled my ring finger, showing it was bare. He pulled one of his off and put it on his ring finger, and handed me a small ring that was in a plastic ball. I looked at it, confused.
"It was out of one of those toy machines," he shrugged. I nodded and cracked the container open, sliding the emerald gem onto my finger. "How about a September wedding?"
"Ooh, I like. Outdoors?" Dean nodded. As we went over our fake wedding plans, we found ourselves speaking more so of things we actually wanted.
"The last girl I was with, she wanted an outdoors, March wedding." I sucked in some air.
"March? That's when it's all slushee out." I could feel Dean nod. I had shifted in my spot, leaning on Dean with his arm around me, staring at the ceiling. "You were going to get married?"
"No," he shook his head. "I didn't want to. She did, but we hadn't been together for even a month. She left me a week later, said I wasn't committed enough." We stayed quiet, enjoying each others silence. "Were you and Joe going to get married?" He asked quietly, as if he was afraid of the answer.
"I thought so," Dean stayed silent and still. "But then he started skipping dates, getting more and more distant. I found him out with another girl, but he promised she was a friend. They were catching up. I got tired of it. You know the rest." I felt him nod again.
"If you would have gotten married, what type of wedding would you have wanted?" I thought about it for awhile, long enough he thought I fell asleep. "Y/N?"
"I'm awake. I don't know, nowadays it's almost cliché to have a non traditional wedding. I want something traditional. White gowns, black tuxedos. Three bridesmaids and groomsmen. Not seeing each other until the moment of. Walking down the aisle of a church, or maybe outside. Probably a church, with a reception outside. Something in June, maybe August. Just something small."
"That's what I want, too."
We sat in each other's silence for a while, just enjoying the company of the other. Slowly, my eyes shut and I drifted into sleep.
I felt the coolness of my satin sheets, sighing as I stretched. Realizing where I was, I sat up and looked around. My alarm clock read 12:13 PM and I groaned. Rubbing at my eyes, I looked to my dresser. There was a glass of water and some Advil on it, as well as a piece of paper stuck to the mirror. I walked across the room and shook out a couple of pills, downing the water as I read the note.
"Y/N, we fell asleep on the couch. I woke up around seven and put you in bed before going home. I'll stop by around 5:30.. Don't forget we're supposed to be engaged." I placed the note back on my dresser, grabbing what I needed to shower. After making my bed, I went about my morning routine.
"Come in!" I yelled from my spot on the couch. I was curled up on the couch with a bowl of cereal, watching the morning news when Dean walked in.
"Someone woke up late," Dean smiled as he sat next to me.
"Shut up, I've been up since noon. Just now having breakfast," I said around a mouthful of cornflakes. "You ready to be engaged for the day?" He nodded.
"Yep! There's a cab waiting for us downstairs."
"Sounds good." I put my bowl in the sink and threw on my shoes, slipping into the jacket Dean held for me. He held the door open for me, and we began our day as an engaged couple.
"You ready?"
"For delicious cake? Hell yeah." When we got in the cab, we rode in silence for most of the way.
"Dean, how did you get an appointment for us? Aren't these usually planned out in advance?"
"That's my secret," he said as he winked at me. "You are just supposed to enjoy the cake and champagne and have fun with me." I smiled at him as we pulled up to the bakery. It was a small place, nestled between a book store and a pharmacy. Through the window I could see a petite girl working the register in a green apron as she handed change to a man. Dean got out first and held the door open for me, offering a hand to me as I stepped out. I smiled at him, and we walked into the bakery. Immediately I was hit with a warm breeze that smelled like freshly baked bread.
"Dean!" The lady spoke, smiling at him. "Sammy, Dean's here!"
"Wait, your brother?" Dean grinned at me as Sam stepped out. I had met him once before, but his size always surprised me.
"Hey, you two! Right back here," Sam lead us into the back of the bakery where a table was set up in a cream colored room that was loaded with various pieces of different cakes, as well as various bottles of champagne. He told us what each cake was, and poured us each a glass of the expensive champagne before leaving us alone.
"Well?" Dean asked after we tasted a few of the cakes.
"This is amazing!" I exclaimed around a mouthful of cake. Dean smiled, finishing off his second glass of champagne.
"I'm actually kind of drunk. Me likey." I laughed at him, taking a drink of my own champagne.
"Me too."
"Should we go get more drunk?" Dean turned to me, suggestively wiggling his eyebrows. I nodded, giggling. He stood up and offered me his hand, bending at the waist in a mock bow. "M'lady, after you." I laughed again, taking his hand and putting on a horrible accent.
"Thank you, my good man." He mimed tipping his hat to me as he lead me from the bakery, saying 'bye' to Sam.
"Alright, where should we go?"
"Uhm... There's that bar that's by our house," I suggested. "Or even a club."
"Let's go to a club," Dean grinned as he flagged down a taxi and opening the door for me. We slid in and he told the driver the name of the club and handed him the cash. We drove for awhile, still laughing. We pulled up to the club and I could feel the bass pumping in my chest, even though it was around eight and we were part of the early crowd, it was still loud. We walked in and found a booth the perfect distance from the stage and bar where we could people watch. I slid into the seat, Dean sliding in across from me as a waitress comes to us to take our order of mozzarella sticks and beer.
We watched the crowd start to grow as we chatted over our beers. I was watching the crowd when I saw a familiar face.
"Oh, no..." I half whispered.
"What?" Concern flooded Dean's face before he followed my gaze and it turned to one of anger. "I'll go talk to him."
"No, no," I stopped Dean as he started to stand. "Look, Joe and I broke up. The fact that he's here with- who is he here with?" My train of thought was completely derailed as I tried to look over the people to see the girl my ex-boyfriend was with.
"You've only been broken up for a day."
"I know, but I wanna see who he's with..." I muttered in frustration. Dean appeared to have caught a glimpse of the girl, whose hair was all I could see of her.
"You're not going to like this."
"What? Who is it?"
"Veronica." The name itself sent my head into a whirl. Veronica. The name sounded like poison on my tongue. She was the girl who I caught with my first boyfriend here in the city. I had seen texts between the two of them before, hoping and praying it was someone else. But, it had been the same girl.
"Fuck."
"What do you want to do?" I sighed, running my hands through my hair.
"You're right, we've been broken up for a day. I don't care who he's with." Dean smiled at me.
"I'm glad, 'cause you're with me tonight. Let's go dance- get your mind off of it." He offered his hand to me and I grinned up to him. I drank the rest of my drink and took his hand as he lead me to the dance floor. He pulled me close to him and we danced for song after song after song. He spun me around during a slower song and I laughed as I ended up flush to him.
"Joe's watching." I stiffened slightly as Dean said these words in my ear. "Relax, don't let it show you know." By this time, the alcohol had hit me enough that all inhibition had been thrown out the window carelessly, and I knew Dean was the same.
"Well, let's give 'em a show," I grinned up at Dean, who smirked back at me. He pulled me even closer, which I couldn't believe was possible and dipped me low, beginning a dance that I knew. I threw my head back at laughed, recognizing the tune from an episode of "How I Met Your Mother". We continued the routine, in a fit of giggles. The last move was a lift, and when Dean slowly lowered me down at the end, we were both breathing hard. I smiled, as did he, before returning to our booth.
"Hey, do you maybe wanna go back to my place?" Dean said after awhile of catching our breath. "It's getting late."
"Sure," I smiled, taking Dean's outstretched hand, and followed him past Joe. Dean winked at him and I stifled a laugh at the look that crossed Joe's face before we rushed back out. We laughed the entire way back to Dean's apartment, which wasn't far. When we arrived, I flung myself onto his couch.
"Do you want some sweats?"
"You read my mind," I smiled at him.
"I'll grab you a pair," he laughed as he left to grab them. I slid off my shoes, rubbing my feet. He brought the pair to me as well as a sweater, before going back to his room to change. I slid into the clothes quickly, discarding my dress over the back of the couch. By the time Dean had returned, I already had the TV on Netflix and was finding something to watch.
"Wanna play a game?" Dean asked suddenly.
"Sure," I smiled. "What's the game?" He took the controller from me and pulled up a raunchy movie, full of sex scenes. I raised a brow at him before he settled behind me, pulling me to him to rest on his chest.
"First one to touch themselves," he whispered into my ear, "will lose. Winner has their way with the loser." I shivered and nodded.
"You're on." I managed to squeak out the words as Dean rested his head on my shoulder, watching the movie.
Around the third or fourth sex scene in the movie I started to shift in my seat, closing my legs a little tighter as I felt Dean chuckle behind me. I knew this was all from the alcohol, but I didn't care. I didn't think Dean did either. I jumped as I felt Dean's lips press against my neck. Kissing up to my ear and nipping my earlobe before going all the way back down to my collarbone made me shiver. I let out a quiet moan that did not go unnoticed.
"Enjoying the movie?" Dean murmured in my ear, continuing his torture.
"Mm..." I moaned, trying to focus my attention back on the movie. He won't get away with this, I thought. I stood up, pulling myself from Dean's arms before resituating myself over him as I straddle him. He stared up at me, biting his lip as he placed his hands on my waist. I card a hand through his hair and speak in a low voice, "Did you think you'd get off scot-free?" I gently pull at his hair as he groans.
"You want this?" He asks me in a sultry and restrained voice.
"Yes," I whisper into his neck as I nip at him. He brings a hand up to my face, cupping my cheek as he pulls me to look at him. Slowly, he leans toward me, the hand on my waist bringing me ever closer. The movie and challenge long forgotten, he presses his lips to mine slowly, kissing me tenderly. It quickly grows to more as his fingers cling to my hips tighter and mine pull on his hair. He moans, wrapping my legs around his waist as he stands. He carries me to his room, laying me out on his bed. He positions himself over me, kissing me as he grinds his hips into mine.
I moan into a kiss as he trails down my jaw and to my neck, nipping and sucking. I knew he was leaving marks as his trail, and that I'd have a hell of a time covering them but I didn't care. My back arched into him as he slowly peeled off the sweater I was wearing, kissing at the new skin Dean was exposing before resuming his trail down to my sweats. I shivered as he kissed around the waistline of the sweats, slowly peeling them off. I let out a whine when he stared up at me as he kissed me through my panties. He came back up to kiss me, tangling a hand in my hair as he did so.
"Fuck," I moaned as he rubbed me through my panties. He chuckled at me as I kissed his neck and tugged at his shirt. He sat back and pulled it off, allowing me to take it all in. I had seen him shirtless before, but never like this. I ran my hand over his stomach and chest as he kissed me again. I was fueled by this, flipping us as I ground my hips onto Dean's. He groaned, kissing wherever he could reach. I moaned loudly, my head tipping back and he gripped my breasts.
"Lose the pants," I groaned, sliding off of him as I searched in his bedside drawer for the familiar foil package. He complied, quickly pulling them off as I tore open the package. I crawled back onto the bed as he pumped himself, biting his lip. Oh, fuck me. The way his body shone with the thin layer of sweat, it was like something out of a teen girls fantasy. His chest heaved as he panted, lips slightly parted. His hair was disheveled, as I was sure mine was. Our eyes met, and we both laughed. He leaned forward and kissed me while I slid the condom on, taking over his job of pumping him. I laid back on the pillows, watching him as he lined himself up.
Dean looked up at me, smiling. I smiled back, and he took my hand in his as he slowly pushed himself in, both of us groaning in pleasure. As I adjusted to him, he laughed again, pressing his forehead to mine as he kissed me. I smiled up at him as he started thrusting, setting a nice pace. Dean was gentler than I expected, going slowly. We stayed at this pace for awhile, only picking up speed when Dean was about to cum. I was a moaning mess, groaning and cumming shortly after Dean before falling asleep in his arms.
I awoke the next morning on Dean's chest, hearing his heartbeat and feeling mine in sync with his. I didn't move, just basked in the early morning sunlight and the warmth of his body. I could feel the sheets wrapped around us and could hear the morning traffic outside the apartment. I smiled to myself, knowing what I did the night before and not regretting it. I felt my eyes shutting again, willing myself to go back to sleep when I felt Dean stir.
"Y/N? You awake?" His husky morning voice asked me, rubbing his eyes. I nodded.
"Mhm... What time is it?" I yawned as I asked. There was silence as Dean looked at the clock.
"Eleven," he groaned. I did the same, before getting up and off Dean. As I stood, I caught a glance at myself in the mirror- I had hickies all over, my hair was a tangled mess, and there was a handprint on my hip. I watched Dean eye me, before smiling at him. He came and stood behind me, wrapping his arms around me and kissing my collarbone.
"I'm sorry," He whispered as he nuzzled me.
"What?"
"I'm sorry," Dean repeated his statement, meeting my eyes in the mirror.
"Why on Earth are you sorry? I've had one of the best nights of my life, Dean."
"And you owe it all to me?" He grinned cheekily as I swatted at his hand.
"Yes. You have no reason to be sorry, I loved it." There was a long silence as we stood in each others arms. We were bare- open to each other like we had been to others, but also different. Others had seen our bodies and glimpses of our souls, but Dean and I had opened ourselves up fully to each other. We saw one another at our best and our worst. Nothing in the world could change what happened. Dean took another glance at both of us.
"Y/N...?"
"Yes, Dean?"
"One day, I'd like to have a wedding. Something traditional, with white gowns and black tuxedos. Three bridesmaids and groomsmen. All of those traditions, like not seeing each other until the moment of. Walking down the aisle of a church with a reception waiting outside. Something small in June, maybe August." I smiled, recognizing the words I had said to him not three days prior.
"That's what I want, too."
"Would you maybe give that to me sometime?" He asked quietly.
"What do you mean?"
"I want you to be the one. You are the one. I want to have a traditional black and white wedding with you. What do you say?"
"Yes. I say yes." We kissed, and from that moment the little emerald ring from the plastic ball in a toy machine became more. We never dated, but we didn't need to. We would have a traditional wedding, with white gowns and black tuxedos. Three bridesmaids and groomsmen, with all of the silly traditions at a church with an outdoor reception in June or August. And I was happy with that. I needed nothing more. All I needed was Dean.
