Summary: Dean's frustrated over a hunt, and he needs to relieve some of that frustration.
Warnings: MDNI 18+. Smut. P in V. Rough Sex. Tied Up. Light Choking. Slight Dom!Dean. Slight Orgasm Denial. Oral (F Receiving). Fingering. No Use Of Y/N.
A/N: I'M BAAAACK. It's been how long since I've written? Forever. The answer is forever. Anyways, my friend @eunoiaxmrvl came up with this prompt idea of Dean just using the fuck outta you in the panic room. So here we are. Hope you enjoyy
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The hunt had come to a standstill. You, Sam, and Dean just could not figure out what the monster was or how to stop it. So the three of you went to Sioux Falls—Bobby would surely be able to help.
“So it’s killed three people,” Bobby said. “Took the heart out of one, drained the blood from another, and took the liver from the third?”
“Pretty much,” Sam replied.
“We need to figure out what this son of a bitch is before it kills anyone else,” Dean said, his frustration growing by the second.
“Alright, Sam, come with me. We’re going to visit a friend of mine and see if they know anything about a monster with this kind of pattern,” Bobby said. Then he turned to you and Dean. “You two stay here and check the books.”
After Sam and Bobby left, you and Dean began going through Bobby’s collection of monster lore. With each book Dean finished, his frustration seemed to grow.
“Maybe you need to take a break,” you said gently, not wanting to piss him off even more.
“What I need is to kill this son of a bitch,” he snapped, “but we can’t do that until we know what the hell it is!” He slammed his book shut, breathing heavily, then swatted the lamp off the desk, shattering it.
You jumped at the crash. Calmly, you closed your book and walked over to him. “You’re frustrated. I get it. But you don’t need to take it out on the lamp.”
Dean scoffed. “Want me to punch a wall instead?”
You rolled your eyes. “No. But you could… use me.”
He looked at you, his eyes darkening, frustration mixing with desire. Without another word, he took your hand and led you downstairs to Bobby’s panic room, where it was quiet enough that no one would hear if they came back soon.
“Bed. Now,” he said lowly.
You moved to the bed and sat down. He followed slowly, like a predator stalking its prey, and stopped in front of you.
“Take your shirt off and lie down,” he commanded.
You pulled your shirt over your head and tossed it aside before lying back, never breaking eye contact.
“Good girl,” he said with a slight smirk. He grabbed some rope and tied your wrists to the bed frame. Heat pooled between your thighs.
“I’m gonna make you feel so good, sweetheart,” he murmured as he tugged his shirt off, then unbuckled his jeans and let them fall along with his boxers.
His cock sprang free, thick and hard, the tip red and leaking.
He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your pants and tugged them down in one swift motion. The cool air against your core made you shiver.
“Damn, sweetheart, you’re soaked already,” he said, running a finger up your slit, collecting your juices before bringing it to his mouth. “So damn sweet.”
“Dean, please—” you whined, needing more.
“So needy,” he said with a smirk. “Don’t worry. You’ll get what you want. But first… I’m taking what I want.”
He moved between your legs, your arms still tied to the metal frame, and licked a slow stripe up your dripping cunt, groaning softly.
“Fuck, baby. You taste so good.”
His tongue worked relentlessly, swirling around your clit until you cried out and arched your back.
“Hold still,” he murmured, one hand pressing down on your stomach as his tongue continued to tease and fuck you.
“Dean— fuck—” You strained against the ropes, wishing you could grab his hair as your orgasm built.
He slid two fingers into you, curling them perfectly while his mouth latched onto your clit.
“Dean!” you cried, your body shaking as your release crashed over you. He didn’t slow, holding you down and devouring you through it until you were gasping and overstimulated.
He gave your clit one last kiss before hovering over you. “Not done with you yet, baby girl.”
He kissed you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.
“Gonna fuck you so good, sweetheart,” he murmured before lining himself up and pushing inside. You gasped and arched off the bed as he filled you.
Dean shut his eyes, savoring the feeling. “Goddamn, you’re tight,” he growled, opening them to look down at you. “So perfect. All tied up. All mine.”
He thrust hard, the bed frame shaking with each snap of his hips. The room filled with moans and the sound of skin slapping against skin.
He lifted your hips, angling you just right, making you scream his name.
“That’s it,” he grunted. “Scream for me. No one can hear you.”
His hand wrapped around your throat, holding you down as his pace grew rougher, all his frustration poured into each thrust.
Your second orgasm built quickly, stars bursting behind your eyes. He felt you tightening and smirked.
“Don’t you dare cum,” he growled into your neck, biting and leaving marks.
You barely held on. “Dean, please—” you begged, tugging against the ropes.
His thrusts turned sloppy as his own release neared. He slid his hand between your bodies, rubbing tight circles on your clit.
“Cum.”
You shattered, crying out as your body clenched around him. His orgasm followed moments later as he slammed into you one last time, filling you before collapsing beside you.
He untied your wrists while you both lay there panting.
You turned to him with a crooked grin. “Still frustrated?”
“Ask me after round two,” he said with a smirk.
Footsteps sounded upstairs—Sam and Bobby were back.
“Guess round two will have to wait,” you said, sitting up and grabbing your clothes.
Dean grabbed your arm and pulled you back down onto him. “They can’t hear us,” he said before kissing you roughly. “We’ve got time.”
Maybe round two wouldn’t have to wait after all.
A/N II: Slowly getting back into writing...hopefully. Missed y'all!
This is a rewrite! It might not be amazing but I tried lmao, the rest of my rewrites are linked here
Guys icl I've been looking back at my old writings and they're so EXCRUTIATINGLY BAD I could die. There will only be a few of these and the rest will be locked up somewhere on my onedrive so no one has to read them anymore. I'm deadass they're so bad
Summary: Dean thinks he's hilarious whilst drunk and tries pick up lines on you.
Word count: 710
The pair of brothers dedicated a day off specifically to rest and recharge. They both had previously agreed to go down to a dingy dive and drink the pain away, but then changed their minds to stay at the bunker.
Sam gave up after sharing a bottle of whiskey with Dean and headed off to bed by 9. Dean, however, was clinging to you like crazy. You sat comfortably reading a large tattered book, researching for your own knowledge. He sat beside you, his usual shiny green eyes now dim from how much alcohol he’s had, and from how tired he is. He gazes up at you, admiring you.
“Y/N…” He starts, dragging your name out, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “Dean…” You copied him, still focusing solely on the book. His cologne had worn in since this morning, the faint, musky smell you can’t get enough of. Whatever cologne this is, it drives you crazy. The mix of that and the scent of whiskey are attractive in a way that you can’t explain.
“You’re not going to bed yet? You’re drunk as hell.” You say, glancing up from your book, your eyes meeting his. You await an answer. “Dean?” You ask him again, and he shakes his head insolently. “No. I want to stay here with you.” He inches closer to you, and you turn to face him. His pupils dilated and huge.
“You’re staring.”
“I can’t help but look at pretty things,” He mumbles, making you look at him. “And you’re a pretty thing.” He smiles childishly. “You’re proud of that one, aren’t you?” You laugh, his cheesy grin warming your heart.
“Did that work on you?” He asks genuinely. “Honestly Dean, not yet. You’re drunk and I’m not insinuating anything.” You pat him on the shoulder, unfolding your legs and standing up. Placing your book on the end table, Dean follows suit. “Wait, wait, wait.” He stops you in your tracks. “If I flip a coin, what are the chances of me getting a kiss?” He sneers, and you tut.
“What about now?”
“You’re drunk, stop it.”
“I’m not drunk. I’m just intoxicated by you.” Dean smiles at how smooth he thinks he’s being. You laugh at his awkwardness, and he plants his hand on your hair again. He chuckles and you roll your eyes. You guide your hand toward his, interlocking fingers so he can’t let go. “Come on, you need to go to bed.” You insist, and he yawns. He hunches his back like an elderly man, and you interlock arms. “Come on, oldie. It’s past your bedtime.” You laugh to yourself, and he gasps. “I’m not old.”
“You’re 30.”
“That’s not old. You’re a liar.” He raises his voice and you shush him.
Yourself and Dean had been an ‘almost’ couple for a long time. The hunter's life has never been easy, so you both had agreed to keep things on the down-low. This excludes the odd hookup and, of course, you both have needs.
Dean inhales as if to yell more, and you shut him up by pressing your lips to his. Pulling away, Dean looks shocked. He smirks, raising his eyebrow. “I know where this is going,” he chuckles, the top of his tongue just touching the bottom of his teeth. His cheeky demeanour makes you laugh. “Shut up.”
Arriving into Dean’s bedroom, he runs over to the bed and dives onto it. His face lands first into a pillow. You remove his flannel, then jeans, then t-shirt. You lay his clothes on the floor, then climb on top of the bed with him. He waits for you to get comfy before he digs his face into your neck. Dean keeps his mouth close to your ear.
“What’s your favourite silverware?” He asks, a smile in his voice. You know another stupid pick-up line is on the way.
“I don’t know, Dean, what’s yours?”
“Spoons, ‘cause I like spooning!” He chortles, and you roll your eyes but join in with his childlike laughter.
“Shut up, you’re so lame.”
“But you love me.”
“I do.” You smile. After a while, there’s silence. Thinking he was finally asleep, he mumbles; “There’s a party in my pants, and you’re invited.”
Summary: A witch's curse has Dean turning against you and Sam. Later that night, when the witch is defeated and you're all back home, safe, you and Dean make up.
Warnings: Show level violence. Sexy times. Scene jumps between that night and much later that night.
Word Count: 374
A/N: Originally written for Sexy September Scribbles, but I went over 300, so I’m going to try again and post this now since it also fills a gif request that I got from @deanwanddamons from April 2022. I’m so happy to FINALLY be able to post this for you!! So sorry it’s taken over 3 years!
Dean towered over his brother, axe in hand, arms pulling back for a swing. After running across the starkly empty hotel, you pushed your legs further in a final burst to reach Dean, grabbing the handle on its downward descent.
You set the bottle of whiskey down firmly onto the table. Dean eyed it, hand rubbing down his mouth, unwilling to cave so easily to something he felt he didn’t deserve. With intent, you directed his shoulder to turn his chest away from the table towards you.
Dean used the momentum of his swing to pin you against the wall, your head cracking into the drywall behind you.
You cried out at the same time Sam called your name in surprise.
You settled into Dean’s lap, hands running up his chest to cradle his face pulling his mouth up into a kiss full of sorrow on his part and forgiveness on yours. Dean gently held the back of your head, his lips pulling tight in a grimace at the memory.
Your maintained your grip on the axe as Dean pressed it against your ribs.
“Kill the fucking witch, Sam!” You managed to shout through your pain. That was enough for Dean’s attention to shift so you pushed back against him, twisting the axe from his grasp and directing a sharp jab to his gut, then using the butt of the head to slam into the center of his back, knocking him flat into the floor.
The chair creaked with the shifting weight as you removed his overshirt, his arms temporarily caught behind him as you kissed down his neck. With a hiss, he freed himself and his hands roamed over your body, finally giving in.
You huffed, stepping back a distance, keeping yourself between Dean and where Sam had disappeared.
“Just come back to me baby, come on,” you pleaded as Dean pushed himself back up to his feet.
The sounds of your breaths filled the room as you moved over Dean and he kissed every bit of you that he could reach.
“Tell me you’re mine,” you whispered, a vulnerability to your voice.
He moved his hands up to cradle your face, to stare deeply into your eyes. “As much as you’re mine.”
dean winchester x f!reader [s1]
word count: 2602 [its detailed (;]
trigger warnings: 18+!, pure smut, f! body worship, unprotected p in v, creampie, oral f!receiving, teasing, grinding... <3
a/n: hello! please be fed cause this is purely smut. aha. 18+ only for the love of all that's holy. okay bye now. i don't write things like this too often so i hope you enjoy!
previously -> pt.1 | pt. 2 | pt.3|
It didn’t take long for clothes to become torn off the other in a whirl of navy and grimy dark fabrics slamming loudly onto the floor in a trail toward the bathroom.
“fuck it huh?’ he quipped low against your plush lips.
Both sets of your hands continued claiming every inch of warm skin they could find as Dean walked you both back into the bathroom. His fingers gripping into your flesh as he slowly moved with the curve of your body felt protective, and intensely personal, that was his way to see if you were still real.
He parts his lips gently, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth just to let it snap backward. You curse silently at the cocky grin meeting your wide eyes and rather breathless state.
“What am I gonna do with you Dean?” you scoff playfully as he frees a hand to turn on the shower, only letting his head turn towards you.
“I’ve thought of a few things” he wiggles his brows at you, adding a quick wink.
You couldn’t help but chuckle, here was Dean comma Winchester trying to get in your pants again after several long years. The only difference is this time you were letting him, wanting him to unravel you piece by piece.
It took a few seconds for the water to start warming to his liking, shaking the water off his hand as it started to spray from the shower head. Immediately turning and bending down slightly to pull you up by your thighs. He rests you on his hips as he steps into the shower. You couldn’t help but hiss as he pressed your back onto the cold tile. “Fuck t’s cold” you brokenly whine, being met by his lips.
“I’ll help you forget, just relax baby…” the comment hidden with underlying meanings, as he presses his hips into yours pinning you completely flat. He reaches over grabbing your body wash, and douses your loofa. Freeing the bottle from his hand, and pinning your wrists lightly above your head.
Curiously he lifts his brow, lowly asking ‘this okay?”.
You agree with a small motion of your chin, being rewarded when his calloused hand slowly moves up from the dip in your waist up around your rib cage taking the other, washing you in slow circles. Those damn emerald eyes following his hand, admiring every inch.
You felt heat rise to your cheeks, skin buzzing every time he made another pass intentionally brushing his thumb against your tender bud when he revisited to wash over your breasts.
Teasing you by pushing them together occasionally for his own enjoyment, flicking his eyes focused between different areas of his favorite view-... making it hard to hold back the groan that fell.
“So f’kin perfect sweetheart” he bites his bottom lip, turning to let your skin rinse in the water wash over you quickly before pinning you back on that cold tile. He moves his free hand, tangling his fingers in your locks gently tugging for access to your neck. “you want more huh?” he whispers, placing a wet kiss on the sweet spot just below your ear.
You softly whine, remembering how much you missed the feeling of his plush lips hungry against your skin, needing friction- grind your hips down against his. He grunts a hot breath before grazing the skin between his teeth and soothing it over with his tongue.
“Mhmm m-more….”. the whimper trailed, unable to think between him marking the skin under your jaw and the view of his body, all the new scars he’d picked up along the way-some overlapping the ones you remember him receiving. It wasn’t hard to note that his chest and arms were far stronger, muscles shifting and flexing as he ran his hands up your waist.
Dean dragged his palms around the curve of your breasts, cupping them and giving them a gentle squeeze. It made you forcefully bite back a moan as he skillfully rolled the buds between his index finger and thumb.
He dips his hands down to your hips as he bowls down, pressing a soft kiss to each of them before settling on the right. He wanted to leave you proudly marked, making sure no sleaze-bags during future hunts got any ideas.
Reminding you of all the times it got you in trouble -not so surprisingly-often back then for his territorial art work.
“this what you want?” His emerald eyes move up to meet your nod as he smugly flicks the bud with his tongue earning another whine. “not till you use your words.” torturing you with another individual slow flick, swirling his tongue around the sensitive skin.
You noticed how much more comfortable he was taking control now, even in such a crowded space.
Yet was still making it about you.
It was clear he was in no rush to focus on himself, the only thing he wanted to do was make you fall apart above him.
The feeling of his starving mouth working created a burning urge inside you to touch him somewhere.
any. damn. where.
You laced a hand through his wet locks and the other on the cook of his neck. pulling him gently toward your chest- “keep doing that,” another flick “p-please keep doing that” his breath hitched before attacking the plush flesh around them, leaving deep maroon bruises in the shape of a crescent moon, next focusing on the sensitive bud. His tongue lays a flat stripe against it, following with smooth circles tracing against the silky skin.
“F’uck” you purred watching his eyes flutter shut after wrapping his lips around it, wetly sucking it between his teeth gently playing with it between his teeth then soothes it with the flat of his tongue. It made you want to push him on the floor, and just fuck him right there under the blast of the water.
The pounding in your chest crept higher, as he became hungrier with each pass of his tongue. Swapping over to the other to give it the same adoring attention, as steam began to completely fog up the bathroom. It made barely anything visible, making it impossible to ignore the feeling of his cock hardening against your inner thigh.
Even as the boiling warmth in your core screamed don’t stop, you pulled him by the back of his neck up to face you, urgently wrapping your arms around him copying in response. Slick skin echoes off the tile as he pulls you against him, grunting against your lips. “oh yeah?’ he whispers sarcastically, “m’ honestly very hot”.
“oh yeah?” you tease.
“oh yeah. ‘swear you use that when we’re in a fight and i’m folding” he chuckles pulling from the kiss.
The famous hunter code plummeted six feet under the dirt at that exact moment. Crossing the line of getting attached knowing full well in this line of work- you die young. Each kiss heals years of what was broken by that same code.
He slows the melding kiss, swiping his tongue across your bottom lip and graciously, you accept. It was easy to let him win as the taste of whiskey and mint dances on your tongue.
You melting further into his body, if that was even possible.You gently drag your nails down his back earning a low grunt pressing against your lips as he glides one hand to your upper back while the other slides hooking around your upper thigh.
You yelped when he easily lifted you onto his shoulders, holding your thighs while you sat on the ledge of the shower window. His mouth instantly worked up your inner thigh, painstakingly slow as he weaved around the place that you wanted him to touch the most. “dean…”. the cry fell past your lips exactly as it was, a plea. He chuckled lowly against your upper thigh, moving just above where you now needed him the most.
He kisses the sensitive bud softly. Of course, though dean being dean, teased you by cooly blowing over your pulsing heat. His noticeable shadow on the floor straining at you perfectly writhing above him.
His arms that had been supporting you around your upper thighs, tightened snuggly with a huff. He slowly licked his lips before flattening his tongue out, trailing slow stripes up your wet folds.
You couldn’t catch your jaw from slacking as he flicks your clit, using the tip swirling around it with precision. You caught in the glint of light perching through the curtain, lust blown green eyes.
“d-don’t hold back” immediately answering your very pressing prayer- he finally snapped. His fingers dug hard enough to leave loving bruises on your inner thigh as he pulled you close enough to attempt to suffocate himself between them. Very clear to you that he was trying to feed a hunger he’d held onto. Stubble scratching, as he traced every inch mumbling “taste so sweet, fuck y/n-”
You gasp as he replaces his tongue, dragging one hand down the outside of your thigh, giving it a tender squeeze before sliding it between your thighs. It causes you to jolt as two of his fingers glide down your folds then smoothly he curls them as he thrusts them inside you. The smirking against the skin of your inner thigh prompted your tangled hands to pull him back to your swollen core- promptly he swan dived. Lost the moment his lips latched onto your clit, “doing so good sweetheart” lapping it over with his tongue devotedly causing you to see stars. “let go baby, i’ve got you ”.
He knew you were close, you could tell he didn’t plan on stopping until you fell apart in front of him. It was hard not to squeeze your thighs around his head at the thought, gaining a rumbling moan against your clit. It sends shockwaves through your body.
He focused at syncing his mouth with the pace of his fingers thrusting into you, stroking over that sweet spot until it becomes hard to think.
It was methodic- how easy he made it look, to the point that his fingers rhythmically exposed just how wet you were.
He watched, waiting, like he was timing it- swiftly wrapping his lips around the sensitive bundle of nerves causing your eyes to fly shut as it sent you over the edge. “just like that-please, holy fuck- right there Dean”. You cried out slamming your hands down, gripping his shoulders, while rolling your hips against his mouth and fingers as your entire body melted into his grasp.
“fuck- mm’ you did so good. So f’uckin pretty like this baby.” echoed in the distance as your vision slowly cleared, with a heart beat hammering loudly inside your skull.
“that- you….was perfect…” you blushed down at him as he pulled his slick fingers out, gently easing your thighs apart
He smirks “i got alot to apologize for” lips looking almost bruised and swollen the way he sucks your juices off them, eyes fluttering shut becoming absolutely drunk off the taste of you- just to let off with a clean ‘pop’. His lids snap open as he hums delightedly. Quietly letting you know that he could go back for more.
He helps you back down onto his hips, after turning off the water. Dean hoists his leg over the ledge of the shower as he swiftly swipes a few towels.
Confidently striding through the door, and throwing them down onto the bed before laying you gently on top of them.
you couldn’t help yourself from staring at his naked, and dripping wet silhouette. drinking in the way it got better with each slow step toward you.
He wrapped his palm around his shaft, curling his fingers around his noticeable girth as he gave it a few deep strokes; brushing his thumb over the tip. “you want this?” he lifted a brow, stealing your attention back from the scene making your mouth water.
“y-yes” it came out rather breathless.
“i couldn’t quite hear you” his bicep flexing moving two fingers behind his ear, deviously holding a shit-eating grin.
“get over here right now, winchester.” you giggle softly, leaning up to pull him close to you. It caused the bed to dip beside while he balanced one arm flat against the mattress, positioning him between your thighs.
“take it baby.” dean brushed the tip down your folds teasing your entrance. Letting out a breathless “oh. fuck. ” as he split you open. You breath hitched feeling as he buries himself smoothly inside you.
only taking a quick pause- mainly giving you and himself a moment to adjust to the way your walls clenched around his length and he felt un-godly good. Unable to ignore his cock deliciously stretching you out like this. You loved his fingers, but having him in this position provoked every atom in your body to vibrate intensly. So when he gripped your hip and pulls your ass flush to the front of his thighs- the buzzing only intensified.
Dean lightly let his forehead fall to meet yours, his thumb massaging small circles into the plushy skin.
“m’ready” you grind your hips against his which signaled him to shift backwards right before snapping his thighs against the cushion of your ass.
It was impossible to keep any collected thought over the growing slick sound of skin slapping reverberated back off the walls of the motel room and the noises falling from your tongue.
“look so beautiful under me like this, taking me so well” he pants as you flutter around him. Dean strokes roll into long smooth motions, brushing your sweet spot devotedly.
A soft expression peaked through his usual cocky one, enamored by the way you felt, never thinking he’d see you again let alone be tangled up like this and neither did you.
Using every ounce of energy he had left to make you cum again in his arms, each mumbled exhale of “dean”, “fuck”, or what became a personal favorite…
“please, right there dean- dont stop” you screamed out with abandon, arching your back and clawing your nails into the back of his shoulders. The growing bubble finally bursting hot around his length.
Dean grows increasingly frantic helping you ride out your orgasm, still chasing after his own. His jaw clenches feeling your drenched heat pulse around him. “ah- fuck. so tight around me, m’ jesus baby” he whispers lowly, capturing your lips and turning it into a melding muffle for the noises rumbling from his throat as his cock twitches inside you, finally allowing himself release. His cum filling your core left you both completely intoxicated like this, breaths heavily playing off the other.
Your lips becoming swollen, melting together eagerly as Dean slowly brings the rhythm to a halt.
Slowly pulling away leaving a very breathless you staring up at him as he leans back a bit, “y/n?”.
“ hm…” you hum, softly smiling up at those pretty eyes, while soothing your marks on his lower back over with your palms.
He kisses your forehead fondly “i’m so sorry”.
“...thank you, m ‘sorry too.”. you admit, a blush creeping up your cheeks.
Dean chuckles softly, tilting his hips out from you. Slowly bending his legs down as he helps sit you up on the edge of the bed, calloused fingers carefully move loose strands of your hair behind your ear. “you don’t need to be”, tilting your chin to place another tender kiss.
Summary: It’s only you and Dean for the hunt. Sharing a motel room is not the best, but it’s a must, so you sleep in the same room as Dean for the first time. But Dean is a man of routine, and he cannot function without his coffee. Fed up with how long it takes him, you act like a brat to piss him off, only… Dean has no patience in the morning. Especially when you walk naked in front of him.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x F!Reader
Word Count: 5k
Rating: Explicit
Warning: Smut, p in v, unprotected sex, bondage, overstimulation, masturbation, shower masturbation, use of sex toys, teasing, grumpy Dean
Square: Coffee for @mfbingo
A/n: I got this idea while looking at the gif below... Enjoy! Feedbacks are appreciated!!
It wasn't the first time you went hunting. The world of monsters invaded your life a few years ago, but it was only recently that you moved into the bunker with the Winchesters. It was more convenient to live in the lair where hundreds of pages of information on all the kinds of monsters that existed were located. Besides, it was the most secure place in the world.
It was your first time hunting alone with Dean, though.
The eldest Winchester didn't seem to appreciate your presence in what he called his home, and you never quite understood why. Except for the few times you passed by him in the hallways on your way to a room, the bunker was so big you hardly ever saw him.
Sam was still injured from the last hunt, so Dean flatly refused to take him with him. However, Sam refused to allow Dean to hunt alone. And if his brother couldn't go with him, there was only you left.
“Don’t think I’ll protect you kiddo,” Dean told you the moment you got into the impala. “We’re going together but I work solo.”
Of course, his attitude had frustrated you badly. You just wanted to get it over with. By the time you arrived in the city where the supernatural event was happening and rented a seedy motel room for the two of you, it was already late. It was impossible to begin the investigations until the next morning.
The night passed without incident. Each of you had their own bed and you turned your back on the green-eyed hunter, hoping to find sleep, but the frustration rising inside you throughout the night made sure you wouldn’t get any rest. The incomprehension of his attitude towards you haunted you, why did he have to act like this? Hunting alone was dangerous, that was why Sam always preferred to go in teams of two or three, and if necessary, the person left at the bunker could do research or answer the phone pretending to be an FBI boss. Dean should be grateful you were there and put up with his attitude.
The sun seeping through the half-open curtains was what woke you up the next day. Yawning, you stretched your arms above your head and kicked the blanket out of the way, forgetting for a few seconds where you were and with whom. A growl echoed next to you and it was enough to completely wake you up, bringing with the hoarse sound chills to your lower stomach that you wish you hadn't had. Especially for the man who seemed to hate your presence so much.
Turning your head to the side, you encountered a sight you never thought you'd get the chance to see.
His hair was disheveled on his head. Half-open eyes stared at the ceiling, the light probably strong to his retinas. His large hands rubbed his eyelids, like it could help him see better, and his tongue moistened his dry lips. A new growl echoed the first as he rotated his previously half-sided body so he was fully sprawled on his back. And in this position, the blankets shifted and a tent was formed.
The heat rose to your face so quickly, you thought for a moment the blankets of the bed were still on your body. A hundred degrees crashed down on you and headed directly between your legs, the space growing hotter and hotter as you watched the man lay in bed next to you. Still half asleep, Dean hadn't noticed you waking up. He groaned again, and you hated the effect his hoarse voice had on your body, in addition to the sight of his morning wood unraveling the structure of the blanket.
Dean then moved. Sitting up, he put his legs on the side of the mattress so he was now back to you. Before he got up, you half-closed your eyes to pretend to be asleep but you could still see what was going on. After a few seconds of sitting on the edge of the bed, Dean finally got up.
His walk was very slow, like he was purposely giving you plenty of time to watch the tent in his loose pajama pants rise and fall slightly with each step. You swallowed dryly as you watched him walk to the bathroom, the door closing behind him the last thing you saw. Then the sound of the water being turned on in the shower hit your ears, and you could safely open your eyes.
“God.”
It was your turn to sit up in bed and rub your eyes. A hand in your hair, you stared at your thighs trying to understand what had just happened and why it had had such an effect on you.
"I so need to get laid," you mumbled to yourself as you stood up. You had to go out for some fresh air, it was a pressing need. With the shower occupied, you couldn't wash away those lewd thoughts running through your mind and refresh your feverish body with the help of freezing cold water. But maybe the fresh morning air would help you in this case. Picking up the first clothes you found, you grabbed your wallet and hurried out of the room.
Once outside, you walked to the nearest cafe. A good, strong coffee would be perfect to put your ideas back in place. And a coffee for Dean might make him a little friendlier, who knows? Once you had both drinks, you were about to return to the motel when a sign caught your eye. It was still early, but if you believed the person who had just entered, the store was open.
The feeling of warmth spread once again between your legs. There was no way you would make it without some relief. And it wasn't your fingers that would satisfy you, certainly not with the next few days you had to spend with the source of this discomfort.
Gathering up your courage, you crossed the street and went to the store.
About twenty minutes was all it took you to get two coffees and your little personal present. And yet, when you returned, you were greeted by a gun pointed at your head.
“Where the hell have you been!” Dean exclaimed the moment he recognized you, his gun now pointed to the ground. The hunter growled and walked back into the bedroom, leaving the door open for you to follow.
Fuck, if he could stop growling, maybe the heat would stop soaking your inner thighs!
"I went for coffee," you rolled your eyes as you set the cup holder down on the table. Noticing Dean's back to you, you rush to your bag to put your other purchase in, hoping he wouldn’t notice. But obviously, the hunter had to put his nose everywhere.
“Oh and what’s this you’re hiding?”
"Pads," you jerked your head around, answering his question very quickly. “What, do you prefer I bleed all over your car?” Of course you were lying. Since you took the pill, you no longer had your periods. But menstruation had always put men off and you hoped that was enough for Dean not to go through your things to verify your statements.
“Ew.” Obviously. Dean walked over to the table, totally disinterested in your bag, to grab one of the two coffees.
"That's mine," you rushed to pick up your cup. After a “whatever” perfectly gestured with only his eyebrows, Dean took his drink and went to sit on the edge of his bed to sip it slowly. A sigh of appreciation broke the silence after his first sip, and you didn't think anything could be worse than his growls.
But that sound in any other context sounded dirty. You were lucky to hold your coffee firmly in your hands.
“Alright, so, for the case,” you began as you sat down at the table. The computer Sam had lent you for the hunt was there, so you slid it towards you and opened it. But before you could add anything, out of the corner of your eye you could see Dean raise a hand. Putting your full attention on him, you watched as he pointed to his coffee and then raised his hand again, palm facing you, signaling you to slow down.
Coffee above all.
It was your turn to growl. All you wanted was to finish the hunt as soon as you could, or at least make the day go by as quickly as possible. Chances were Dean would hit the nearest bar in the evening for a beer and a girl or two. And so, you would finally have some alone time with your purchase.
You fucking brought him a coffee. And that was how he thanked you? Besides, now that you thought about it, the hunter never thanked you.
Your frustration grew.
In the end, and much to your dismay, Dean didn't go to the bar that night. No, he decided it was more interesting to spend the evening in the motel room in front of the television with two or three open beers around him. Not only could you not use the object you had bought in the morning, but you also had to endure Dean's presence that only made you feel more warm. The frustration was so intense, it felt like you were about to explode. So, although you had already taken a shower that morning, you went to the bathroom to freshen up a bit.
Once in the safety of the bathroom, you removed your clothes and entered the bathtub. You smiled as you took the detachable shower head in your hands and sat down on the cold ceramic tile. Once the temperature was perfect, you directed the shower head between your thighs.
Your hand pressed against your mouth immediately as pleasure slammed into you from all sides. The frustration of the day was so accumulated in your lower body that you felt yourself twitch around nothing, your pussy begging to be filled as quickly as possible. But both of your hands were busy, one holding the shower head and the other making sure you didn't make any noise, and you didn't trust yourself enough to be quiet.
The thin jet was like hundreds of tiny needles attacking your clit. And if you moved the shower head from left to right, it felt even better. So much pressure built up, you were on the edge of your orgasm continuously. It was burning, building up, over and over, your back arching in the tub as your hips chased the jet like a hungry animal.
It felt so good, so hot, like your pussy was on fire. Everything was on fire, and yet, something was still missing, it wasn't enough to reach your climax. Desperate, and needing it badly, you took the risk. Your hand clasped over your mouth left its post and you hurried, knowing full well that biting your lip wouldn't be enough for long.
Only two fingers were enough. As simple as that. Feeling full was enough for your orgasm to shatter you into little chunks of pleasure and an all too loud moan left your mouth, but as the pleasure lasted, as your body shook and as you saw stars, you didn't care about the sounds you made.
Once your high was over, you had to quickly divert the spray from your now far too sensitive intimacy. It was immediately after that knocking was heard against the door.
“Y/n, you’re okay? I heard you scream!”
Hearing his voice after cumming only brought back that desire and the uncomfortable feeling of being too horny. Your pussy clenched around nothing and you swallowed hard, the thought of getting caught way too exciting for you.
“Yeah! I just slipped and almost fell, that's all!”
You hoped your voice didn't shake while speaking. Because your body was still trembling with the aftermath of your release.
"Clumsy," you heard from the other side of the door, and then footsteps moving away.
Fuck, that was close.
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The next day was almost exactly like the day before. You woke up before Dean after a far too realistic dream that left you with an unpleasant aftertaste.
Dream that consisted of Dean ordering you to get off on his thigh. Fuck, you could still feel the material of his pants rubbing your thighs to the point of burning. Needless to say, you woke up with overpowering sexual frustration. And Dean waking up next to you, a new tent in the covers and lots of grunts…
This time, you got up before the hunter. Going past him to get to the bathroom was harder than you thought, the temptation to look in his direction was spellbinding… only a quick glance at this tent, just to see and imagine how big he was… And how perfectly his length would stretch your core, filling you up so much you would cum with only him entering you…
You failed. Near the bathroom door, you glanced at Dean.
The tent was the first thing you looked at. Then, your gaze went up on the body under the blanket until it met green eyes firmly staring back. A half-smile tugged the hunter's lips as you quickly entered the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind you.
Heat exploded in your face.
There was always the possibility of using the shower to relieve yourself a little, like the previous day. But all it took was one sound for Dean to know. And slipping in the shower two days in a row was unlikely to happen to give that as an excuse again.
You just stepped into the shower, your wet hair sticking to your body when you realized you hadn't brought your shampoo with you.
"Damn it," you wrapped a towel around your body and opened the door without thinking. “Forgot my shampoo-”
You never stopped so suddenly. So much that you almost lost your balance.
A new magnificent view was offered to you.
Still lying on his bed and under the covers, Dean was in the middle of… taking care of his morning problem. And even though his gestures were hidden under the blanket, your brain was filling in the holes. The tent was in motion, animated by a hand rising and falling rapidly on the very hard tower. Small moans were in motion all around the room, and surprisingly, despite his irreplaceable hunting instincts, it took several seconds for Dean to notice your presence.
But unlike you, if your presence bothered him, he didn't show it.
“Well, go ahead, take your shampoo,” Dean pointed to your bag with his chin. The tent had stopped moving, but now it was his burning gaze on you that was the problem.
His eyes traveled up and down your body a couple of times, his head tilting to the side as he put himself into a sitting position. Dean didn't speak more, he just watched. That was enough to turn you on so much, if you hadn't been soaked by the shower, drops of water falling around you from your hair, you would have felt your inner thighs completely drenched with your arousal.
He wanted to play this kind of game? Perfect. You were fed up with his attitude and the feelings his presence gave you. You were tired of feeling constantly turned on and ruining your underwear with your arousal. He was about to get a taste of his own medicine.
Walking in front of him, you bore his gaze into yours until you were near your bed. There, you leaned over to access your bag, purposely not bending your knees. The towel was very short and you knew you were flashing Dean enough for him to have a very nice view of your naked intimacy and your asscheeks. Excitement shook your hands as you grabbed what you needed. His gaze burned your skin, so you straightened up and stalked back to the bathroom. Once near the door, you turned back to Dean and with a simple movement of your arm, untied your towel that fell to the floor. But before he could get an eyeful of your naked body, you backed into the bathroom and closed the door.
Your breathing was rapid at what you had just done. You only hoped your little show would leave him in a similar state to yours… Frustrated. Excited.
You were about to celebrate your small victory when a sound echoed from the other side of the door. A sound you knew all too well, that vibration you desperately craved for the past few days
Opening the door abruptly, you immediately froze at seeing Dean right in front of you. He was so close his body heat engulfed your person. Also… There was something pressing against your lower stomach, something you didn't have to look at to know what it was.
“You left your bag open," Dean mumbled in that hoarse voice you loved so much. He raised his hand and in it, you recognized your purchase from the night before. His thumb pushed the button up, then down, the dildo shaking in all directions as it turned on and off.
“Yeah, so? You take so much time drinking your coffee. I have time to cum 3 times before you’re even ready.”
Talking back to Dean while you were completely naked, with him holding your sex toy, clearly as excited as you and with the way he was looking at you like an animal in front of its prey… It probably wasn't the best idea. Dean raised an eyebrow and stepped closer to you again. Now his torso was pressed against your chest, your wet skin leaving dark stains on the gray fabric of his t-shirt. His cock still trapped in his pants pressed against your stomach, a wave of heat attacking you as you felt how hard he was. Raising your head to maintain eye contact, even your breath was lost in the remnants of desire as you gazed into his green eyes.
Feverish was a weak word to describe the way he looked at you.
"Three times, you're sure?" Dean cocked his head to the side.
"Yeah," you replied haughtily, your head tilting the other way. His face was so close your noses brushed and your breaths became one. The excitement was now in full play.
It was heavy. It was hot.
“Let’s see that, shall we?”
You were sure he was about to kiss you, so you closed your eyes. Big mistake. The next moment, you were handcuffed against the headboard of Dean's bed, your arms above your head, his personal smell invading your senses.
But the scent was nothing compared to the sight.
The hunter had captured his prey and was pacing in front of the bed, your dildo in his hands, carefully detailing it as if it were a weapon he intended to use against you.
“Three times. Okay. I'll get the coffee first, just to be fair.” Only his eyes moved as Dean detailed you with a smirk to see your reaction. Then, he knelt on the bed and invited you to open your legs. Hypnotized by his actions, you let him, watching his every move as if he was going to jump on you any moment. “Relax for me please…” Taking a deep breath, you tried to relax as Dean thrusted the toy inside you. As he handled it well with his warm hands, the silicone was no longer cold and entered easily into you. A moan immediately escaped your mouth as the toy burned your entrance, filling you to perfection. Dean pushed the toy into you until the space that meant to be against your clit was in its position.
It was fully inside of you.
You had taken this toy for this reason, precisely. Not only did the dildo vibrate, but the space that rested on your clitoris… had a suction mechanism.
Dean turned the toy on to its lowest setting and immediately, your body tensed up all over. Your head lolled back and moans after moans escaped your mouth, your legs shaking and your arms tugging at the handcuffs. You clenched your thighs, trying to position the toy in the spot that would make you cum immediately, not giving a damn about how desperate you looked.
Opening your eyes, you met Dean's gaze. He was watching again, not saying anything, observing your body's reactions to the toy that was stimulating you, and seeing him looking at you that way… It had the same effect as if you had turned the toy on to its strongest setting. It didn't even have to be positioned at the spot that could make you cum easily.
The orgasm exploded between your thighs in a high pitched, surprised moan.
Your body started shaking and your legs tightened around the toy to be sure it stayed in place. It was so good, you ended completely exhausted and out of breath. Now very sensitive, your clitoris still trembling, you were about to cum again when suddenly, strong hands spread your thighs apart and the buzzing stopped completely.
"That's one and I don't even have my coffee yet," Dean grinned, his eyes fixed on your chest moving up and down quickly, your breasts jiggling with your every breath. "You're already so wet..." Even your inner thighs were sensitive, you noticed when Dean ran one of his hands against that part of your body to see how wet you were.
"Please," you tugged on your handcuffs, wiggling your hips for him to put the toy back on. You had never experienced such a good and powerful orgasm and you wanted more.
“So greedy. That was one. Now, I'm gonna get my coffee. See how many times you can cum again while I drink it.”
And that bastard left you like that. Tied to the bed, naked, still soaking wet from your shower with a toy deep inside you, on the verge of a second orgasm and the promise of more. “Don't leave me here! Winchester!” You yelled at him, but Dean was already gone.
Once alone, you sighed and took the time to understand the situation. Fuck, he was going to watch you get consumed by that toy that had the ability to make you cum in just seconds… And the thought of him watching you turned you on so much, only thinking about it made you throb around the dildo. And if you shifted just a little, you could feel it moving inside you and it felt so good, not enough to make you cum, but enough to satisfy your needs while waiting for Dean to return.
Your eyes were closed when Dean came back, your hips moving in circles to feel something, small moans escaping your lips every time the toy brushed your g spot. You didn't hear the hunter enter, you only knew he was there when the vibrations attacked you again.
A high-pitched scream broke your throat as the sensation washed over you. Your eyes snapped open and you looked at Dean. He had his coffee in his hand, the other between your thighs holding the toy in place inside you.
“Oh fuck, oh God!” Your back arched under the sudden onslaught. And if that wasn't enough, Dean turned up the intensity of the toy. If you hadn't been tied down, you would have reached out to grab something, anything, but all you could do was pull on your cuffs and move around. To try to escape the suction, or to put it in the place that was going to make you explode? You didn’t know. But it was so hot, so good, it was burning, and when you opened your eyes to see what Dean was doing, you could see him sitting on your bed, his cup of coffee in his hands. He was slowly sipping his drink as he watched you writhe with pleasure in his bed, and again...
The fact that he is looking at you made you cum.
“That’s two, and I’m not even halfway through my coffee.”
His hoarse voice made you cum again. Then it was his laugh.
You lost count of how many times you came. Every time you thought it was over, that Dean had finally finished his coffee and was going to take the toy away from you, a new orgasm attacked you. And Dean wasn’t helping by increasing the intensity. Everytime. Until the toy was maxed out.
"Please, please, oh god stop, stop, I can't, I can't!" You were crying now. You were so overstimulated that your orgasms were now torn out from you almost painfully, your body so exhausted you were coming quietly. Each orgasm lasted longer and sent thorns of pleasure for long seconds. Like you were cumming continuously.
"I'm done with my coffee," Dean said, finally turning off the dildo. Your body immediately softened, only small spasms running through your limbs made you moved. Your muscles were so tense it took you a moment to remember how to use them. Dean pulled the dildo out of your entrance and you moaned sadly at the feeling of emptiness. "You're sure you wanted me to stop it? Look at that, the toy is soaked, oh…” you glanced tiredly at Dean to see him place the toy down on the bed and put his attention between your thighs. “Son of a bitch, you soaked my bed, it’s so wet…”
His growl, the one that had gotten you in this situation, rang in your ears again. You came so much you were exhausted, and yet, your hole throbbed at the thought of Dean filling you up. You wanted him to growl against your ear as his cock moved in and out of your abused cunt.
“Please, Dean, please,” you spread your thighs, now too far gone to care what you looked like.
Dean didn't care either, because it only took him a few moments to take off his clothes and be on top of you. You hadn't noticed until now, but the warmth of his body informed you how cold you were. “I got you sweetheart…”
He must have been in as much of a hurry as you, because Dean didn't even wait to enter you. Since he had undressed quickly and you had trouble keeping your eyes open, you could barely get an eyeful of his length. You knew he was big, but yet, it was a surprised moan that escaped your lips as he entered you until he was comfortably settled in your channel. To say he was big was almost too sweet to describe his girth. “God, you’re so wet… Fuck… Oh fuck…”
As you wished, his growls tickled your ear and you clenched around him. It only made him groan louder.
You were both impatient. So immediately after entering you, Dean started moving. It was fast, it was rough, and as soon as Dean untied the handcuffs, your hands went to his back, that you scratched and marked with your nails.
“Oh fuck, do that again,” Dean begged, thrusting slower but deeper. Exhausted from all your orgasms, you moaned lazily and dug your nails into his back. The accumulation of your wetness created obscene and embarrassing sounds, but made his movements so easy that Dean could go any way he liked. As rough, hard or fast as he wanted. And you were taking it all in, constantly feeling yourself on the verge of another orgasm.
But that orgasm was different.
As it was about to hit you head-on, Dean pulled his face back enough to look at you. You gazed into his eyes and time seemed to stop.
It was like after all the stimulation, you finally saw who made you feel this good. It wasn’t only the toy that made you cum. It was seeing him there, seeing him in control.
It was Dean.
You moved your hands to cup his cheek and finally put your lips against his.
It was a rising orgasm. Higher and higher, burning your insides, exploding in small sparks of pleasure and spasms. Moans and grunts mixed together and when you entered your tongue in his mouth to deepen the kiss, you could feel him twitch inside you. Dean buried himself as much as possible, so deep, you could feel his cock brush against your cervix. And despite how wet you were, you felt his seed fill you up.
Once Dean came inside you, you stayed like that for a while, just kissing. The passion in his movements, how he kissed you and touched you after fucking surprised you, you would have thought that was all he wanted, sex, but you weren't complaining and kissed him until you ran out of breath.
“Fuck,” Dean gasped. “You have no idea how bad I wanted this.”
"What?" You stroked his shoulders, not really understanding where he was going with this. You put your confusion on the little high cloud of pleasure you were still floating on. “I… I thought you hated me.”
"I didn't hate you," Dean brushed a lock out of your forehead softly. It had to be the sweetest gesture he had for you since you knew him. “I hated how bad I wanted you all for myself. You seemed so close to Sam, I thought you two were a thing.”
“But Sam is with Eileen,” you frowned with a smile, understanding now why he was always so grumpy whenever you were near him or his brother. “You’re a dumbass, Winchester.”
“I know.” His gaze softened. It was also the first time you saw that side of him. The caring, sweet Dean. “So, how about I help you clean up in the shower? I think you need to cool down… Or warm up… And get clean, even if you’re still wet…”
At the thought of the shower, you clenched around him. Dean didn’t know why, but he was smart, he would figure it out soon enough. “Please.”
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Summary: Locked in a strange facility, Sam and Dean discover their soulmates, the four of them captive victims to an unknown assailant. Can they make it out alive from the mysterious individual hellbent on their suffering?
Characters: Dean x F!Reader, Sam x OFC! Imogene "Gene' Sutton
Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Reader
Warnings: Fluff, Violence, Language
Beta: None
Divider by: @firefly-graphics
God everything hurt. Y/N groaned as she got out of bed. She winced and placed her hand on her abdomen as a sharp pain hit her. Walking to the bathroom she cursed. There in the toilet nothing but a bright red liquid.
“Fucking great,” she cursed.
She shook her head frustrated that it was hurting this much. Most of the time, it was a piece of cake, hardly any pain and little flow. But for some reason, this time around mother nature decided to give her a big fuck you. Grabbing her essentials she tried to suck it up. It would be fine, she could handle one tough, heavy period, right?
Wrong, she was so wrong. She tried to act as normal as possible, but everything irritated her and she was moodier than usual.
“Sweetheart,” Dean raised an eyebrow at her. “You doing okay?”
“I’m fine,” she growled. “Do we have any chocolate?” she placed her head on the table. “Or a hunt? I need to kill some monsters.”
Dean gave a shrug, he figured she had gone out and someone had soured her mood. Sam was still thinking of the last hunt where she had missed her shot and almost let the monster get away. Both boys thought Y/N was putting too much pressure on herself. Closing her eyes she smiled when Sam had found a hit on the hunt. The trip she tried to act normal, but she was irritated by Dean’s singing and Sam pointing out that Dean should let him drive.
“Can both of you just SHUT UP! YOU ARE BOTH GIVING ME A MIGRAINE AND THE LAST THING I NEED IS TO BE ANNOYED BECAUSE YOU TO ARGUE ABOUT THE SAME STUPID SHIT DAY IN AND DAY OUT!” she took in a heaving breath after her outburst.
“Uh, You okay back there Y/N?” Dean glanced at her through the rearview mirror. He tried to read her body language, he knew there was something off.
“I just want to quietly listen to Sabbath while we head to our hunt,” she moaned, “Is that too much to ask for?”
“I guess not,” Dean glanced over at Sam who shrugged his shoulders.
For the rest of the ride, Y/N had her hand over her eyes trying to focus on Ozzy’s voice. When the man was not singing he sounded like he had marbles in his mouth, but damn could he sing. Y/N sighed in relief when they stopped at the motel, but frowned when she noticed they got one room.
“One room?” she looked at the boys.
“Yeah, sorry Y/N,” Sam rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s one of those times, and we haven’t really hustled for money in a while.”
Y/N let out a breath and rolled her eyes, “fine.”
Sam looked at Dean who looked deep in thought as he looked at Y/N. Dean rolled his eyes as he watched Y/N work on cleaning her weapons for the hunt. After an hour and a half of research, the group was ready to gank their latest monster. Dean was going over the plan and paused when Y/N gave a scoff.
“Yeah, you guys go in guns blazing and I get stuck on car babysitting duty,” she shook her head, “fun.”
“You don’t like it, you can stay behind and leave,” Dean shrugged.
“I’m going,” she growled. “You are nothing but an ass Dean, I’ve saved your ass one too many times.” she shook her head. “Maybe I should let you bleed out next time.”
Grabbing her gear she made her way out the door to wait by the Impala. Her cramps were really getting on her nerves and nothing she took was helping to ease the pain. Not to mention the bouts of nausea the damn cramps were giving her. Fucking Winchester trying to sideline her again. He’s was mistaken if he thought she was just going to sit back
Once they made it to their destination, Dean and Sam began arguing over the logistics of how they were going to gank the monster. With a roll of her eyes, Y/N grabbed her weapons and moved away from the two men, they were so narcissistic and wrapped up in themselves they never noticed her going in. A few vamps was nothing to Y/N, a milk run for her. Once she got through the door, the machete went swinging. Heads rolled and Y/N was unstoppable. The anger and rage from her own hormones, fueling the way she moved. It was almost therapeutic.
Almost.
No matter how many heads she chopped, the cramps continued to stab at her. As she finished the last vamp, the bout of nausea returned, making her rush to the nearest corner and emptying the contents in her stomach.
“What the fuck, Y/N?!” Dean cried as he looked around. Not a single vamp was spared.
“You two were arguing and we had a job to do so I did it,” she grumbled, cleaning her mouth with the back of her hand. “I need to go back to the motel and fucking lay down,” she mumbled to herself pushing past them.
“You know, you’ve had a real shitty attitude the whole damn day,” Dean pointed out. “If I knew today was the day you would be a bitch I would have left you in the damn bunker.”
“Bite me, Winchester,” she spat, flipping him off as she put away her weapon and climbed into the back seat to lay down.
The cramps were now mocking her, the pain making her curl up and moan. She bit her lip to hide it but failed to notice the younger Winchester observing her. She didn’t see the way his brows furrowed before realization hit his face.
“Uh, dean,” Sam hesitated as he walked up to his brother. “I think Y/N is going through--”
“What? Through what Sam? She’s been nothing but a bitch.” Dean cried trying to brush Sam off, “She woke up on the wrong side of the bed and has been nothing but--”
“She has her period, Dean,” Sam rubbed his eyes and sighed, “it’s been a while since we’ve both lived with women but I can’t believe we’ve been that dense,” Sam sighed. “Should have noticed it when she got annoyed at every little thing.”
“Oh,” Dean shifted his gaze away from Sam and looked down at the ground, “well… I mean… Okay, so we should--”
“Yeah,” Sam agreed.
“Okay we get to the motel, I’ll make a list of her favorites and you can go ahead and get them,” Dean ordered.
“Me? Why me?” Sam scoffed.
“Because I’m the one that was an ass to her,” Dean pointed out, “and I want to make it right.”
‘And I need to try and make it up to her.’ he thought before walking towards the impala to drive them back to their motel.
The drive was quick and smooth but as soon as they got in, Y/N grabbed her bag and made her way to the bathroom slamming the door behind her. Dean took it as an opportunity to send Sam for supplies and he made himself useful by looking for everything he could to make Y/N comfortable. Even going so far as to reach for his secret stash of candy to give her. He couldn’t deny that Y/N taking out a whole vamps nest wa hot as fuck, but the fear that something could have gone wrong plagued his mind.
Emerging from the bathroom, refreshed from her shower, Y/N froze at what Dean had done. He pulled down the covers of his bed and waited with hands behind his back, a smile on his face.
“What are you up to?” she asked, suspicious of Dean’s intentions.
“I figured out what’s going on,” Dean sighed, “you know you don’t have to hide when you’re going through your--”
“Oh God,” she groaned. “Look it’s just heavier and bitchier than usual okay. I know I was cranky and I should have been careful--” she was silenced by Dean’s lips on hers.
“Sorry, Sam’s gone and I have no idea when he’ll be back and I wanted to just make sure you knew that I’ve liked you for a long while.” he led her to the bed helping her climb in before settling in next to her. “So we’re going to watch any movie you want and I also have candy.”
“Better be chocolate or I’m cutting your nuts off,” she grumbled.
Dean furrowed his eyebrows before giving her his signature bitch face, “Really? You really had to say that?”
Y/N let out a giggle before snuggling close to him, “sorry had to remind you not to mess with me.”
“Me, mess with you? Never,” he chuckled, “I save it all for Sammy.” He sighed as she placed her head on his chest, “you know you can always tell us when you’re having your usual monthly visitor.” Dean said as he kissed the top of her head.
“It’s just-- embarrassing. I can handle killing monsters, drinking and cursing like a sailor, but I bleed for a few days and I’m all ---I don’t know just weird about it,” she admitted.
“Well, now you know,” Dean said as they watched her favorite movie and shared a chocolate bar between them before Sam came in with comfort food, and everything Y/N needed.
By the end of the night, Dean had curled up with her, a heating pad on her abdomen and his hand holding it in place. Once he was sure she was asleep, he removed the pad and shut it off, but put his hand back on her abdomen gently rubbing circles on it. There wasn’t anything Dean wouldn’t do for Y/N, and if making her feel better during her worst days as a woman, then he’d rush through an entire mob of monsters to make sure she was okay.
Warnings: Kissing someone without consent. Threatening to punch yourself.
A/N: Written for @spnabobingo Beta’d by the lovely @littlehotmess26 I also wanna thank @fictionalabyss for helping in one part of this <3 I don’t own the photos used in this aesthetic.
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“Hey sweetheart?” You paused the game you were playing and glanced up at the alpha standing in the doorway. He was nervously messing with the hem of his henley causing the soft roll of his stomach to peek out from underneath.
“You can come in, Alpha, I don’t bite.” He took a few steps towards you and that’s when you got a whiff of it. A scent that was way too familiar. Your brows furrowed as he took a seat on the edge of the bed.
“Otherworld You cornered me and kissed me.” He heard the controller clatter on the floor and closed his eyes. Dean was preparing for the worst but when you stepped between his legs and wrapped your arms around his head, he sighed in relief.
“That bitch didn’t try anything else did she?” You asked quietly and you felt Dean shake his head against your chest. “Okay good. It feels weird to say this but if she tries to do this again, I’m punching her in the throat. You’re my alpha…”
“And you’re the only omega I need.” You kissed the crown of his head and you hear Dean whine softly as you pull away. “Come back…”
“I will in a second alpha. I got a surprise for you. Go change into something comfy.” Dean eyes you suspiciously before moving towards the dresser the two of you share and pulls out a pair of sweatpants. He kicks off his shoes, and you hear the sound of his jeans hitting the floor. “I had this stashed away so we could go through them a little at a time.” You shifted the box in your hands and waited to hear anything from your alpha.
“What is it?” He asked as you sat the box down on the bed and pulled the flaps open. “Wait...holy shit, she actually found those?” He starts to reach for the bag of chips on top and you smack his hands away.
“She did but if I don’t get some of those, I will fight you. Pick out a few and we can watch a movie or whatever you want…”
“If it’s alright with you,” You hear the sound of wrappers being moved around and smile when you see a small pile of snacks on the bed. “I want to watch you play your game.” You pick your controller up off the floor and take the spot next to your alpha. He smiles as you rest your head on his belly, and you happily accept him feeding you as you make your way through an alley.
