Summary: Y/N got the answer she dreaded. Her heart was broken by a man who didnât deserve her. The only solace she could find was the arms of her best friend.
Square filled: Heartbreak
Pairing: OMC x Reader // Dean x Reader
Word count: 1,704
Warnings: cheating, angst, lil bit of fluff, Deanâs a cutie pie
A/N: Iâm back after what feels like forever! This was written for the amazing @supernatural-jacklesâ Tell me a Story Bingo! Hope yâall enjoy!
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âIâm only gonna ask you this once.â You searched for his brown eyes, forcing him to look at you. âDid you sleep with Lindsey?â
Your heart banged against your ribcage; pulse thumped in your ears.
Alexâs jaw ticked. There was nowhere he could go. He couldnât run out of your bedroom and pretend nothing happened. He would have to face you eventually. He also couldnât lie. If he did, it would haunt him. In the back of his mind, he knew it wasnât worth lying. Even if you didnât forgive him, he had nothing to lose. He ran his inked hand through his jet black hair, blowing out a breath.
âYes.â He averted his gaze.
âNu-uhâ âyou shook your head, trying to keep your voice from tremblingâ âDonât be a coward. You certainly werenât one when you fucked her. Now look me in the eye and tell me.â
âI slept with Lindsey,â he said, eyes locked in yours, voice void of emotion. âHappy now?â
ââHappy now?ââ you scoffed. âAre you serious? At least try to pretend youâre sorry.â
âWell, I am sorry. But I donât expect you to forgive me.â
Your hands trembled as they balled into fists. You looked up, blinking away your tears. You wouldnât cry in front of him. He didnât deserve a single tear from you. You could cry once heâd left your house. Not now.
âWhy?â your voice wavered. âJust tell me, why would you sleep with her and waste our relationship over one night?â
âI was drunk.â
âCut the bullshit,â you snarled. âYou were drunk, not unconscious. You knew what you were doing. Itâs not like you thought she was me, âcause we certainly donât look alike. Not ever our skin color is the same. Let alone our personalities. And itâs not like you tripped and fell naked into her bed.â
âI was drunk, and it clouded my better judgment.â
âDid it happen before?â
âNo.â
âWas she the only one?â
âYes.â
âGod, youâre so stupid,â you scoffed with a shook of your head. âWeâve been together for four years. Four fucking years. You decided to waste all that in one night. You took our plans, our promises, our future and threw all of it in the trash.â
âIâm sorry. I really am.â
âFuck you.â A snarl left your lips.
âI know I screwed up. You deserved a whole lot better than that. But couldnât you see we were burning out?â
You glowered, eyes snapping at him. âDonât you dare try to find any excuse for your mistake.â
âI hope one day you can forgive me.â
His eyes cast down, face ridden with shame.
âDo you regret it?â your voice trembled.
Alex remained silent. He wouldnât meet your gaze. He didnât move. He only took shallow breaths, chest barely rising and falling.
âDo you regret it?â You already knew the answer to your question. Yet the masochist in you had to hear him say it. You needed him to voice it, or else you would forgive him too easily.
âNo.â His voice was as loud as a whisper.
âYouâre gonna regret it eventually,â you said matter of factly. âMaybe not today, not tomorrow. Maybe not even next week. But you are going to regret it. One day you're gonna wake up and realize the one person who was loyal to you and loved you with their whole being is gone. Then youâre gonna be miserable. Thatâs when you regret it. When you realize how pathetic and heartless you are.â
He stood there silent. There wasnât much he could say. He didnât want to prolong this relationship. It was pointless to try and justify his actions or beg for forgiveness.
Pointing towards the door of your bedroom, you said through gritted teeth. âGet out of my house.â
Alex didnât fight. He strode out of your room and down the stairs with nothing but a frustrated sigh and zingering eyes. The front door slammed shut. A thud echoed within the walls.
Your knees trembled before giving out and hitting the floor. A sharp pain coursed through your chest. You gasped, breaths shallow and rapid.
âOh, my god.â
Tugging at the fabric of your shirt over your heart, you allowed a burning tear to fall. It hurt everywhere. Small needles pierced through your chest so deep. You could barely breathe as more tears rolled. Alex had plunged a keen knife into your aching heart and twisted as he watched it bleed.
Tears burned down your cheeks as your heart twitched and clamped within your ribcage. You sobbed, one hand latched on your chest and the other on your stomach. All you could see was the look on his face every time you closed your eyes. Not an ounce of remorse.
But couldnât you see we were burning out?
His words echoed in your head and splintered your heart. The ache was almost unbearable.
The loud purr of the Impala sounded through the open window of your bedroom before getting cut. Dean was home.
You didnât want him seeing you like this. Your hand came up to cup your mouth and muffle your sobs. You stared at the open door, trying to get your legs to stand so you could shut it.
âIâm home, and I brought ice cream,â Dean announced, followed by the thud of the front door shutting.
Your mouth opened, but no word came out. You prayed Dean, your roommate and best friend, would go straight to his room. But that wasnât likely. Heâd probably seen your car parked in the driveway, and he was going to check on you.
âY/N/N? You home?â
More tears were shed. Logger boots sounded heavy on the stairs. Bowing and shaking your head, you closed your eyes tight. Opening them, you found Dean standing on the threshold. He heaved a deep sigh. The edge of his eyes softened as his lips pursed. He knew this moment would come eventually. He only hoped you wouldnât be the one getting hurt.
You opened your mouth several times, but no sound came out, your throat sore, the ache too much to handle. Dean walked into the room. Green eyes fixated on you, he held out his hand. You shook your head, teeth scraping your bottom lip.
âI canât,â you said, voice hoarse.
âCâmon, sweetheart,â he pleaded. âTake my hand.â
Hesitant, you took it, and he helped you to stand. Dean tucked his arm under your legs, and the other supported your back as he held you to his chest. You wrapped your arms around his neck, sobbing. He sat on your bed, back rested on the headboard, with you on his lap.
âIâm sorry.â He kissed your temple, his fingers running up and down your arm. âHeâs an ass.â
You shook your head. âItâs my fault.â
âNo, itâs not, sweetheart.â
âYou donât even know what happened.â
âI donât. But I do know itâs not your fault.â
Dean leaned to meet your eyes, but you nuzzled into his chest, hiding from his gaze.
âTell me what happened.â
âHe cheated.â
His heart quickened, thudding against your ear. Dean drew a deep breath as his jaw ticked, nostrils flaring.
âSon of a bitch.â
âItâs not his fault. I-I let him.â
âNo, sweetheart. Itâs not your fault. Itâs his.â
âHe asked me to come to his friendâs party, and I said I had to study. If Iâd been there, he wouldnât have slept with Lindsey.â
âNo, baby. He wouldâve waited for you to go home or get distracted, only then he would leave to get his dick wet. He was going to cheat whether you were there or not.â
âDean-â you sobbed. The fabric of his shirt was wet with tears and snot.
âYou did nothing wrong.â He lifted your chin; bloodshot eyes met forest greens. âHe didnât deserve you or your heart. And I know that doesnât make it hurt any less, but try to get that through that pretty head of yours.â
You gave him a single nod.
God, how Dean wished youâd look at him differently. He could give you the love you deserve. He could make you the most adored woman to ever walk on earth. All he needed was for you to give him a chance. He could try and heal all the damage that was left. He would kiss your tears away and hold you until your heart was glued back together. He just needed you to say the word.
For now, he was going to hold you and pick all the shattered, tiny pieces of your heart. Once the tears had dried, he was going to help you place them together.
âHe had my whole heart, and he broke it either way,â you sniffled.
âI promise you Iâm gonna help you put it together after I go kick his ass.â
âThank you.â
He kissed the top of your head. âAnything for you, sweetheart.â
âYou wanna know whatâs the worst part?â Your voice was strangled. It hurt your throat to speak. Dean hummed, his hold on you tightening. âHe wasnât mad at what he did. He was mad because I found out.â
âHeâs gonna get what he deserves, sweetheart,â Dean promised. âAnd remember, Alex was never worthy of you nor an ounce of your love. Youâre better off without him.â
Nuzzling into his chest, you focused on his scent and his words. Dean was the best friend you couldâve ever asked for.
âNo, please,â you protested, grabbing his wrist when he placed you on the bed by his side and attempted to stand up. âDonât leave me.â
âIâm not leaving.â He kissed your forehead. âIâm gonna get us the ice cream I bought, Iâll be right back. Why donât you turn on the tv? We could watch Modern Family. That episode we love. The one they sing âTotal Eclipse of the Heartâ.â
Your face lightened up slightly, eyes shining and this time it wasnât because of new tears breeding. Â
âLake Life!â
âThatâs the one.â Dean smiled. âIâll be right back.â
You watched as he started to walk out of your room to head to the kitchen. When he reached the door, you called.
âDean?â
He turned. âYeah?â
âThank you.â
âAnything for you, sweetheart.â
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Summary: Dean was away on a business trip, you missed him too much. smut ensues.Â
Pairing: Dean/reader
Word count: 688
Warnings: Smut, thunder, comfort, fluff, reunited
A/N: so hereâs the deal, I havenât written smut in a really longgg time, so this is going to be INCREDIBLY crusty and I apologize. BUT I do hope you can enjoy this somewhat :)
You were always a mystery to Dean. Why you had stuck around. How you didnât let him shut you out. How you fought for him. How made for each other you both were. You never ceased to surprise him. But thatâs what he loved. There was so much depth to who you were, and Dean took such a fascination to it.Â
And even now, as things got hot and heavy in the bed of your new shared home, he was so fascinated in how you moved and acted. Even Sam had believed you put a spell on him. But you had, over the past few years, changed him for the better.Â
âBaby-â Dean choked out as you straddled his lap, lips locked fiercely. The heavy rain pouring outside making the moment feel nothing short of a romantic scene from a movie. The cold sheets being warmed by the fast movements of your bodies was calming yet fueling the fire.Â
âI- I know babe,â you whispered against his shoulder as his mouth attacked your neck, almost ruining you, feeling his throbbing cock strained against his jeans. He bit down on your neck, making you yelp, but feeling a shock of arousal pooling inside you. âDean-â you moaned out, the need for him growing.Â
You reached between the two of you, fumbling with his zipper and jeans buttons, so desperate to feel him you only shove his jeans and boxers down his hips with his help. During the process you were able to do the same with your panties, but they were just dangling off your calf forgotten in the process.Â
âYou OK?â he asked, words barely escaping, sounding so wrecked, and god, it was beautiful. You were only able to nod, throat feeling blocked by some imaginary ball. His fingers trailed up your stomach and began to kneed your breasts, taking one is his mouth. The feeling of his mouth was intense, and you were only able to choke out some form of âyesâ and âpleaseâ.Â
You lifted your hips swiftly, taking his swollen dick in your hand, lowering yourself onto him. Your body filled with heat from head to toe as he helped lower your hips. It had been too long since you had gotten to feel him like this.Â
Dean felt himself almost bottom out. He gritted his teeth, muttering a quick profanity between them before gathering his composure. He started to guide your hips along the length of his cock, watching only as you were left breathless.Â
It felt like he had taken all the air out of you, being so consumed by nothing but his touch. Noise wanted to slip through your lips, touches wanted to be reciprocated, but it seemed so impossible in the moment.Â
âBaby-â he placed his hand on your cheek, âcome on, breathe,â and it all came back to you, him, the moment, where you were. You sucked in a deep breath, only able to look him in the eyes.Â
He started the movements of your hips once again, and you exhaled, a breathy moan taking over. The feeling of him fucking you so slow but so deep turning you to mush, but it wasnât enough.Â
âPlease- Dean,â you whimpered, âmore,â was all you could get out. And suddenly he lifted you off him, laid you down and moved back into you in one fast swoop. The angle was so different and much deeper that it almost destroyed you.Â
He started to fuck into you faster than ever before and gave no mercy. He made both of you start to get more worked up. His grunts came closer together and your moans and whimpers grew louder.Â
Your insides felt like they were about to boil, and the heat that was spreading took over and you came shouting his name. He watched in awe as your face twisted and your jaw dropped, closely following in suit himself.Â
âDean,â you whispered as he was still hovered above you, still inside you. âI missed you so, so much,â you expressed.Â
âI know baby, me too,â he sighed, smile quirking his lips upward. âNever again.â
Summary: An unpleasant encounter ends up changing Y/Nâs night for the better.
Square filled: Gang leader!Reader (spnaubingo) // Enemies to lovers (Dean Bingo
Pairing: Dean x Gang leader!Reader
Word count: 5,436
Warnings: some bickering, sex talk, smut, 18+ only, public fingering
A/N: this was written for @spndeanbingoâ. Hope y'all enjoy!
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You were halfway through your drink when the stool by your side scraped on the floor. The man sat and tapped on the counter, calling the bartender.
âThe usual?â Benny asked, his southern accent heavy.
âYeah, the usual, please,â the well-known gruff voice made you turn on your seat.
âOut of all the seats your stinky ass could sit on, you chose the one next to me. Unbelievable, Winchester,â you scoffed, finishing your drink and placing the tumbler on the wooden counter with a thud. âWhy don't you go sit with your brother and your guys? I'm sure they miss you.â
âThey've been with me the entire day. The boys deserve a break,â Dean smiled. ââSides, what can I say? Being around you and your cheerful mood make me forget all my problems and why I want to punch my dad so much.â
âOh, having problems with your dear father? Why? Daddy put you on a leash again?â you laughed as you leaned on the counter, signaling for another round.
âShut up,â with a roll of his eyes, he mumbled. âI donât get why you despise me so much. Your problem is with my dad, not with me.â
âWell, whatâs that saying? The son of my enemy is my enemy?â
âI donât think thereâs such a thing.â
âI definitely heard it somewhere,â you downed your drink before winking at him.
âYou two,â Benny called as he brought Deanâs food. âNo fighting, no punching, no arguments. If you do any of that, Iâm throwing you out, and Iâll never allow any of you here ever again. This is a neutral zone, and as much as I like you both, I gotta keep things peaceful âround here, so no fighting.â
âWhat if I punch him outside of your bar?â You asked with an innocent smile, batting your eyelashes.
âNo fighting,â he said, lips quivering slightly as he held back his laugh.
âCan I please get some burgers and fries here?â You pleaded.
âComing right up, darling.â
âThanks, youâre the best.â
âYou know, Y/N,â Dean started as Benny left, shoving a couple of French fries into his mouth. âWe could either fight to death or have sex to death. Itâs your choice.â
âI donât know, Dean, only fighting to death would get me off. So Iâm gonna have to go with that.â
âYouâre twisted,â he pointed out before taking a bite out of his burger. âI like that about you. It makes you even hotter.â
âListen, Dean. I came here to clear my head, not to make small talk with you. Why don't you go back to your brother and your guys? They seem to be having fun.â
âNah, teasing you is way better,â a smile broke out on his lips.
With a roll of your eyes, you decided it was better to ignore him for the time being. You focused on the delicious burger instead.
Dean had always tried to get on your nerves, and not once had he failed. You had been fighting ever since youâd met. It wasnât your fault, really. The two of you were conditioned to hate each other. Dean had grown up hearing his father say the most horrible things about your dad and everything related to him, including you. Your father used to tell you to never get close to the Winchesters. Being two stubborn gang leaders, your father and John had many disagreements. At first, they used to have deals and businesses, but at some point, it became impossible for them to agree on anything. They hated each other. Before dying, your dad had tried to fix things with John. He didnât want you to have an enemy as strong as the Winchester once you took over the gang. John had never given him a chance to make things right.
âThis has been bugging me for years now,â he started. âWhy do you hate me so much? Please, donât tell me itâs because of that time I pushed you off the swing when we were eight.â
âTo be honest, that was the beginning of everything. I scraped my knees, and it hurt like a bitch.â
âYeah, I know. After you stopped crying, you punched me,â he chuckled. âI thought we were even, but then the next time you saw me, you kicked me in the nuts. Why? I was just a kid.â
âYou were mean,â you said, and he smiled. âI had never seen an evil kid, and then I met you.â
âI rocked your world, huh?â
âShut up,â you rolled your eyes.
âIf you roll your eyes one more time, Iâm afraid youâre gonna have a stroke.â
âThen get away from me.â
âIâm actually having fun here,â he smirked before leaning on the counter. âHey, Benny? Two negronis, please. One for me and one for my friend Y/N.â
âWhat? No, Iâm not having a drink with you.â
âDonât listen to her, Benny,â Dean yelled back at his friend, his eyes on you.
âOn it, brother.â
âIâm not having a drink with you,â you shook your head, finishing your burger.
âWhy not? I promise it wonât hurt that big ego of yours.â
âTrust me, my ego is not nearly as big as yours,â you pointed out with an arched eyebrow.
âYet Iâm the one willing to have a drink with you,â he pressed his lips into a thin line. âCâmon, Y/N, itâll be fun.â
âHere ya go,â said Benny, placing the tumblers on the wooden counter.
âThank you, brother.â
Dean held out his glass. You glanced at him with narrowed eyes. He smiled, tilting his head and cocking his brow. You sighed and held out your glass, clinking it to his.
âThere ya go,â he said, watching you drink. âSee? It wasnât that bad.â
âI swear to god, Winchester, if youâre trying to poison me, Iâm gonna kill you,â you threatened through gritted teeth.
âNow, why would I do that?â he asked innocently.
âWhy wouldnât you?â
âYeah, youâre right,â he shrugged. âUnfortunately, Y/N, Iâm not trying to poison you.â
âYou better be telling the truth.â
âYou know what we should do?â
âWe are not doing anything.â
âOh, câmon,â he dramatically rolled his eyes. âDonât you see Iâm trying to be nice here?â
âI donât want you to be nice. I want you to get away from me.â
âSo you like âem rough, huh?â he smirked.
âOh, my god. Shut up,â you smacked his shoulder.
âHey, no fighting, remember?â
Drawing a sharp intake of breath, you asked, âWhat is it that you think we should do?â
âShoot some darts.â
âAwesome,â Dean smiled as your eyes shone. âYouâll be the target, and Iâll try not to leave you blind or hit any artery.â
âHa-ha, very funny.â
âLetâs do it,â you jumped from your stool, rubbing your palms on your jeans after finishing the Negroni.
âAlright, letâs go then.â
Dean headed towards the board on the farthest wall. He rolled up the sleeves of his green shirt as his bowlegs carried him with a slight sway of his hips. Even the way he walks is cocky. You followed him. Dean retrieved the darts from the board.
âWhat a gentleman,â you teased as he handed you three darts and kept one to himself. âGo âhead. You first.â
Dean nodded. You watched as he positioned himself. His thick fingers gripped the dart steadily, his eyes narrowing as he aimed. Dean threw the dart, and it hit the outside circle of the bullseye. He turned to you, flashing a cocky smile.
âNot bad,â you said.
âThink you can do better?â he smirked.
âHoney, I can do much better,â you teased, aiming and shooting. The dart hit the outside circle of the bullseye too.
âYou donât seem much better to me,â he scoffed.
âIâm just warming up,â with a smirk, you tossed the two remaining darts, landing on the bullseye. You tilt your head, looking at the board. âYeah, it seems so much better to me.â
âThat was impressive,â he nodded.
âIt was quite easy. I was just picturing your face.â
âFair enough,â he chuckled. âHow about we make things more interesting?â
âYes! You go there in front of the board, and Iâll try not to shoot your eye.â
âYouâre not funny,â he deadpanned.
âIâm hilarious,â you chuckled. âBut fine, Benny said no fighting, so what do you have in mind?â
âEvery time we hit the bullseye, we get to ask each other a question.â
âWhatâs the fun in that?â you frowned, crossing your arms over your chest.
âWhy are you like that?â
âFine, I guess itâs good to get to know your enemies, right?â
âIâm not your enemy, Y/N,â he shook his head. âI think that deep down, in that cold heart of yours, youâre attracted to me. And you hate that, but you donât hate me.â
âYou wish,â you rolled your eyes, walking towards the board. Waiting for you to give him two darts, Dean held out his hand, and you placed them on his palm. His fingers wrapped around your wrist. You looked up at him.
âNo more eye-rolling.â
âFine,â you rolled your eyes, his grip on you tightened. âOkay, okay, no more eye-rolling. I promise.â
âGood,â he let go of you. âYou go first; Iâll go get us some beers. Donât cheat.â
âWhy would I cheat? Iâm better than you.â
âThat was a lucky shot, sweetheart,â he smirked, heading to the bar.
âDonât sweetheart me,â you promptly tossed the two darts. The last one landed on the bullseye. âYes!â
Dean returned with two uncapped beers, offering you one. You thanked him. He glanced at the board before taking a gulp of his beverage.
âAlright, whatâd you wanna know?â
âFavorite song?â you asked, sipping at your beer.
âItâs a tie.â
âBetween?â
âLed Zeppelin âRamble Onâ and âTraveling Riverside Blueâ,â he said proudly.
âThose are great,â you nodded. âYour turn now.â
âHow many people have you slept with?â he asked after hitting the bullseye.
You were glad he had his back to you and didnât see the initial surprise in your face. Masking the shock, you answered, âI donât know. Lost count, I guess.â
âOkay, Iâll take that as an answer.â
âDo you have any tattoos?â you queried.
âYep.â
âReally?â your jaw dropped.
âYeah,â a proud smile made its way to his plump lips.
âI didnât think you had balls to get a tattoo.â
âOh, shut up,â he chuckled, tossing his darts. âBiggest turn-on?â
âHands,â you said. âBiggest turn-on?â
âYou.â
âOh,â your heart skipped a beat or two as his eyes bored into yours. Clearing your throat, you straightened your back. âYeah, Iâm everybodyâs biggest turn-on. What can I say? Iâm irresistible.â
Dean rolled his eyes.
âNo eye-rolling, remember?â
âRight.â
âShit,â you cursed as both darts missed the bullseye.
âLooks like youâre not that good after all,â he smirked. âDid you ever have public sex?â
âThatâs none of your business,â you pointed out, eyes trained on your target.
âCâmon, donât do that.â
âHave you ever had public sex?â you asked with a smirk on your lips.
âNow youâre stealing my questions,â he grumbled, taking a gulp at his beer. âBut since Iâm not a party pooper, Iâm answering. Yes, I have.â
âThank you,â you smiled.
âWait, youâre not answering me?â
âAs I said, itâs none of your business.â
âYouâre no fun,â you had to repress a laugh from bursting when he slightly popped out his bottom lip. He shot again. âHow many times have you come in one session?â
You choked on your beer. Dean reached out to pat your shoulder, but you pushed him away.
âThere was this one time,â you started. âI think it was five.â
âFive.â
âFive,â you sipped your drink.
âAt least those you count.â
âOh, shut up,â you chuckled. âJust quit asking me about sex.â
âOkay. No more sex questions.â
âI donât wanna play darts any more.â
âNo more darts then.â
Dean turned his back, ready to return to the bar.
âWhat do we do now?â you asked.
âI donât know,â he stopped in his tracks, turning to look at you. âWhat do you wanna do?â
âA game of pool maybe,â you suggested. âI wanna know if youâre as good as people say you are.â
âIâm even better,â he winked. âBut first, Iâd say we get some shots, shall we?â
âAre you trying to get me drunk so you can win?â playfully, you narrowed your eyes at him.
âIâd never do that,â he chuckled. Holding out his hand, he called. âCâmon.â
You smiled and placed your hand in his. Dean dragged you to the counter. He called for a round of whiskey. Â
âWhat are we toasting to?â he asked.
âI donât know,â you shrugged.
âOur first date,â Dean smiled, holding his glass.
âThis is not a date,â you shook your head.
âI donât care. Iâm toasting to our first date.â
With a shake of your head, you tapped your glass to his. Tilting it back, you emptied it with your eyes closed. A harsh breath left your lips.
âWhat are you doing?â you asked, chuckling, as Dean looked around the bar suspiciously.
âChecking if Benny is close.â
âWhy?â
âSo I can do this,â he leaned over the counter, reaching down for a bottle of Johnie Walker Blue and two tumblers. âLet's go.â
You rushed out of the stool straight to the pool hall. Dean served the glasses and placed the bottle on a round table nearby.
âHere,â he handed you the glass.
âYouâre definitely trying to get me drunk,â you sipped your drink.
âNo, Iâm not,â chuckling, Dean grabbed a stick and handed it to you. You worked your way around the table to chalk the tip.
âIâll break.â
âThen Iâll rack.â
âOkay,â you nodded.
Dean slid the cue ball into place and stepped aside. You leaned over the table, your grip on the stick firm. A loud crack echoed in the bar as you broke, pocketing two solid balls. You winked at him as he finished his drink.
âLucky shot, I guess,â he mumbled.
âNo luck. Iâm just that good.â
In a few minutes, the green felt was cleared of solid balls. You moved around the table, eyes fixed on the last target. Leaning over, you looked up at him.
âEightball, side pocket.â
A snap sounded before the eightball fell in the side pocket. You burst out laughing at his defeated look.
âSee? I told you I was good.â
âThis is not how I thought our first date would go,â Dean sighed, picking the balls from the pockets and racking them.
âWeâre not on a date,â you reminded him.
âOh, câmon, a guy can dream,â he said before bending over the table, looking up at you. âAnd donât you dare to roll your eyes at me.â
âI wonât,â you held up your hands.
âGood,â a loud crack followed his husky voice as he shot the cue ball.
âSo, howâd you think our first date would go?â
âSo you admit this is our first date?â he stood up, moving around the table.
âJust answer the damn question.â
âI donât know, but it wouldnât go like this,â he sunk a third stripe ball. âMaybe weâd watch a movie and then go to a restaurant. I donât know. The hardest part would be to ask you out since youâd probably answer with a punch.â
âI would not,â you chuckled, emptying your drink.
âThe only thing keeping you from punching me right now is Benny,â he said.
âTurns out youâre not that bad, Dean,â you admitted, his green eyes finding yours.
âShit,â he cursed as the striped ball missed the pocket.
âMove aside,â you said.
Intently, Dean watched as you bent over the table. You were so close to him. His fist clenched to deter himself from reaching out to you. He drew in a sharp breath, swallowing thickly as you stood up and walked around. His eyes followed every sway of your hips. Under long eyelashes, you stared up at him, smirking. His emerald green eyes and luscious lips made it impossible to look away. With a deep breath, you focused on the game in front of you.
âFuck, no,â you said as you missed the ball.
âLucky me,â a mischievous grin made its way to his lips.
âYouâre not gonna win this game, Winchester,â you said, stopping in front of him
âIâm gonna win this game, Y/N,â he smiled, his body impossibly close. âAnd most important, Iâm gonna kick your ass.â
âThe hell you are,â you snorted with arms crossed over your chest. The heat of his body sipped through the fabric of your clothes into your skin.
âMove over,â he asked.
âNo.â
âCâmon. What are you? Five?â he chuckled, but you didnât budge. âOkay, remember you made me do this,â lightly, his hands fell to your hips, and he pushed you aside.
Dean walked around the table, his eyes trained on the game. He bent over the table, thick fingers meeting the green felt. His lips curled into a wicked grin, eyes lifting to you. A crack sounded, startling you. The blue striped ball fell into the pocket. Dean stood straight with a smug grin, his eyes eating you alive. You swallowed thickly before moving to the small round table to fill your glass. Â The liquid ran smoothly down your throat as you emptied the contents.
âHey, easy there,â Dean called as he saw you filling and downing another glass. âWe donât want to get you drunk, do we?â
âNo, we donât.â
âRight, so you should slow things down a bit,â he suggested, turning his attention back to the game.
âThis is not fair,â you crossed your arms over your chest.
âWhatâs not fair?â he chuckled. Dean wanted to kiss that pout off your lips.
âYou.â
âMe?â
âYeah, you. Itâs not fair that you are winning this game.â
âI canât help it if Iâm that good, sweetheart,â a cocky grin made its way to his lips.
âJust shut up,â you wanted to roll your eyes, but you didnât. Instead, you downed another shot. Â
Dean pocketed the last of the striped balls. You sighed. A stupid smile wouldnât leave his plump lips. He looked up at you; his green eyes darker. He tapped the corner pocket on his right. He aimed and struck. The eightball sunk in the exact spot he called. With a smug grin, Dean laid his stick on the table.
âIâm that good,â he said, making his way over to you.
âRemember I beat you first.â
âSo weâre even?â he took the stick from your hands, his fingers brushing your skin.
âWeâre even.â
âGood,â he smiled. âIt would be terrible of me to leave my date unsatisfied. I always leave them happy. Especially after our first date.â
âWell, I canât say Iâm happy,â you shrugged. âI just lost, so thereâs no way I can be happy after that.â
âI could change it,â he took a step forward, and you backed.
âYou think you can make me happy?â you challenged with a small smirk.
âVery happy,â another step forward. His eyes were locked in yours.
Your breath was caught in your throat, chest heavily rising and falling with each inhale and exhale. You flinched as your back hit the wall. Dean was impossibly close. You averted his hungry eyes, trying not to focus on the way he was making you feel. On the other side of the bar, you found your guys â that had come with you for protection â standing up from their seats. With a shake of your head, they sat and returned to their drinks and games.
âLook at me,â he rasped lowly, and you obeyed.
Deanâs hands fell to your hips, sending goosebumps throughout your entire body. His tongue peeked between his lascivious lips, wetting them. He pressed his body to yours. His head ducked in the curve of your neck. He breathed you in with closed eyes. Your delicious scent filled his lungs. He hummed. His breath ghosted over your skin as his lips met your ear.
âIâll get out of this bar alone and wait outside for you. If you donât show up in five minutes, then Iâll leave, and weâll try to ignore everything weâre feeling right now. Or you meet me outsideââ he prompted. ââ and Iâll show you how happy I can make you tonight.â
A whimper left your lips as he pressed his crotch to you.
âItâs your choice, sweetheart,â he pulled away reluctantly. âFive minutes.â
Dean warned, his eyes dipping to your lips one last time before he pulled away and turned on his step. Your thighs clenched unwittingly, wetness pooling between your legs. You watched as he carried himself towards the door. He knew his effect on you, and, right now, he was using it against you. With parted lips, you tried to remind yourself how to breathe.
A raging war started in your mind between resisting him and giving in to him. Between pride and pleasure. One night with him wouldn't damage your pride enough, but one night with Dean Winchester wouldn't be enough. One night with him was a taste of hell. A taste wasn't enough for a sinner like you.
âAh, fuck this,â you mumbled, pouring another drink and downing it.
With firm steps and unsteady legs, you headed out of the bar. The cool air hit your skin, raising goosebumps all over you. There was no one outside. Your eyes followed the numerous cars parked until they landed on the sleek black Impala. Dean leaned against the car, his arms folded over his chest, ankles crossed. The corner of his lips tilted into a smirk once he saw you. With a mirrored smile, you walked towards him. A mix of liquor and desire coursed through your veins, poisoning your blood. It was all his doing.
âThought you wouldnât come,â his gruff voice broke the silence as you made your way to him.
Your fingers reached for the collar of his green shirt as your lips crashed into his. His mouth was still, soft against yours. Deanâs brow arched in surprise before his eyes fell shut, and he kissed you. His arm snaked around your waist, pressing your body firmly to him. Every glide of his lips intoxicated you. Dean pulled away, resting his forehead against yours. His hand came up to your face, his warm palm pressing to your cheek as his thumb traced your parted lips.
Dean kissed you firmly. His tongue teased inside your mouth as he stole every last breath from your lungs. Your fingers found his hair, tugging at his short brown locks and deepening the kiss. Dean drank in the moan that fell from your lips. He parted, holding your face in his large hands. A smile broke across his lips as he watched you intently. Your lips were puffed, and your eyes remained closed.
âThis is definitely better than Iâd imagined,â he chuckled.
âSo much better,â you smirked, pulling him closer.
His head dipped as he pressed his lips to your neck. The growing stubble tickled at your skin. His soft mouth planted delicate kisses down your throat to your exposed collarbone. Hastened hands skimmed down your body, finding the first button of your jeans. A moan escaped you as his teeth nibbled on your sensitive skin.
âDean,â you breathed.
He unfastened the buttons of your jeans, shoving them down your feet along with your panties. The cold air licked at your skin, yet heat flooded your veins. Your mind was hazy. Maybe it was the Johnnie Walker. Maybe it was Dean Winchester. At this point, you didnât know for certain. His lips kissing every exposed patch of skin and his hands gripping your thighs had turned off your rational switch. It was all primal desire.
Dean lifted you as though you weighed nothing and turned with you in his arms. He positioned you on top of the hood of the Impala gently. A whimper rolled out your tongue as the cold metal met the bare skin of your ass.
âSomeone could see us,â you panted.
âSo what?â a smirk appeared on his lips, a devilish look in his eyes. âI bet theyâd wish they were us.â
âDean,â you moaned as his hand trailed down your body to where you needed him most. âPlease.â
He slipped his middle finger between your folds before bringing it up to his eye level. Your slick glistened on his coated digit. A cocky grin spread on his lips.
âYouâre really wet for someone who claims to hate me so much.â
âIf I hated you that much, this wouldnât be happening right now,â you moaned.
âGood to know.â
You made a strangled sound as his lips wrapped around his thick finger. He sucked your arousal off his skin with a moan. You clenched around nothing.
âYou taste so good,â he whispered, his breath fanning at your cheek.
Your legs wrapped around his middle, inching him closer. His hand rested on the nape of your neck as the other cupped your mound. His index and ring fingers parted your lips, and his middle finger circled your clit. He set a torturous pace. He gave you enough to drive you crazy, yet not enough to make you come. Your hips bucked against him.
âSo needy,â he mumbled against your lips, his voice husky.
âPlease,â you choked.
His finger circled your entrance before slipping inside. You gasped. He thrust slowly, curling it. Dean smiled as he learned all the spots that had you writhing under his touch. His thumb grazed over your clit. Your fingers dug into his broad shoulders. Dean groaned in your neck, picking up the pace.
âMore, please,â you purred.
âSo polite,â another finger slid inside you.
Your head fell forward on the curve of his neck as your hips rolled. Dean groaned when you kissed his neck. His fingers tugged at your hair. He pulled you for a searing kiss. His tongue was as sinful as his fingers.
âOh, god, more,â you begged as he hit your sweet spot.
âOh, imagine if your boys walked out of that bar right now and found you coming hard on my fingers,â he rasped against your lips, adding another digit. âThatâd be terrible for you.â
âIâm their boss. They wouldnât dare to say a word. But you?â a heated chuckle left your lips. âIf your daddy dearest found out you were fingers deep in my pussy, youâd sleep in the doghouse. Literally.â
He halted his movements, pulling away to look at you. A dark shade of green stared back at you. He slipped his fingers out of you.
âDean,â you whined. âDonât.â
âYou got a mouth on ya, huh?â
âAnd I could put it to good use if you give me what I want,â you licked your lips and searched for his. Your hand traveled down his body, stopping on the impressive bulge on his jeans. âAnd I know you want it.â
âYeah, but tonight is not about me, sweetheart,â he growled.
Without warning, he slammed back inside you, three fingers deep in your cunt. You gasped, clinging to him. The heel of his hand pressed to your clit, rubbing it in tandem with his hungry fingers. You groaned into his mouth. Dean smirked.
âCâmon, youâre almost there,â he whispered.
Your hips circled, the need of him growing inside you. You kissed him fiercely, claiming his lips the same way his fingers claimed your pussy. A low groan vibrated in his throat. Your fingers tugged to his hair painfully, nails brushing his scalp.
âOh, fuck,â you cried out. âOh, fuck,â his lips shushed you. Your body trembled as the coil tightened.
The rustling sound made you push Dean away quickly, your head snapping to look around.
âDean-â
âDonât worry. Itâs nothing, weâre alone,â he said, kissing a trail down your jaw to your neck.
âYou sure?â
âYeah, Iâm sure,â he whispered.
His fingers curled.
âFuck,â you gasped. âHarder.â
The pad of his fingers stroked your g-spot, and you whimpered. The scent of his aftershave overflowed you; your mind became fuzzy.
âDean,â his name spilled from your lips in a cry.
Your nails raked over his hair, your face buried in the curve of his neck. You kissed his warm skin. Dean moaned as your teeth nibbled over his sensitive spot.
âCome for me, Y/N,â he said in a husky whisper. âI need you to come for me.â
His fingers pounded into you as your thighs clenched around his wrist. The coil snapped, and your blood turned into a coursing fire. Your walls fluttered around him.
âFuck, Dean,â you cried out his name.
Your ass lifted from the hood of the car as your arms and legs wrapped around him, pressing you to his body. Your hips rolled against his hand. You squeezed his ceasing fingers. Shockwaves ripped through your body.
âHoly shit,â you giggled once your vision came back.
Dean chuckled as the cries of his name turned into a fit of drunken giggles. He dragged his fingers out of you. His glistening digits reached his plump lips. He sucked them clean.
âYouâre so pretty,â you sighed, cupping his face.
Dean smiled, green eyes shining.
âAnd youâre drunk,â he chuckled.
âMaybe,â you giggled, pecking his lips. âBut that doesnât change the fact that youâre pretty.â
âGood,â he smiled against your mouth.
Dean helped you hop out of the hood of the car. Your legs wobbled, and he chuckled.
âDonât laugh,â you slapped his shoulder, giggling. âThis is your fault.â
He pulled up your pants before buttoning your jeans.
âSuch a gentleman.â
âAlways,â he winked.
Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled him for a kiss. Your lips were soft against his. Dean parted too soon, resting his forehead to yours.
âWe should get you home,â he sighed, frustrated.
âYeah, I know.â
âIf I could, Iâd drive you home, but I donât wanna die tonight.â
âThat would be terrible,â you chuckled, looking down at your body pressed to him. âJust so you know, I hang out here at Bennyâs every Thursday around seven.â
âThatâs really good to know,â he smirked.
âIâm usually free on the weekends,â you added. âAnd sometimes, I get out of town for a couple of days. Alone.â
âI can get out of town for a couple of days,â Dean chuckled, pecking your lips. âAnd Iâm sure we can work things out so we can have a real first date.â
âThat we can.â
âAnd until you and my dad make things right, weâll keep this a secret, okay?â
âI like secrets,â your lips curled into a smirk. âEverything is hotter when you have to hide it.â
âOkay, hot stuff,â Dean chuckled. âYou better get back in that bar before someone decides to come after you and kill me in the process.â
âI thought Iâd get to take care of you tonight,â you pouted, hand shooting down to his erection. Dean groaned, closing his eyes.
âIt pains me to say this, but itâll have to be some other time. When thereâs no alcohol involved.â
âFine,â you rolled your eyes.
âBut, hey,â his finger lifted your chin to look at him. âIâll take care of myself when I get home, and Iâll make sure you know how I did it.â
âHow will you do that?â you bit your lip.
âYou can give me your number, for starters. Maybe Iâll call you, or maybe Iâll just send you something, so youâll know I was well taken care of.â
âI like the sound of that,â you smiled mischievously. âCâmon, gimme your phone.â
He pulled his phone from his pockets and handed it to you. With fast fingers, you typed your number and saved it.
âThere you go.â
âI like this,â Dean chuckled as he read the name you saved your contact under. âHot stuff. It suits you damn well.â
âYeah, it does.â
âOkay, you better get going inside,â he said, the smile vanishing from his face. âJust please, no more drinking tonight.â
âNah, Iâll just tell the guys Iâm tired, and theyâll drive me home.â
âGood. Let me know when you get home.â
âMmhmm,â you leaned on your tiptoes, pressing your lips to him on a passionate, lasting kiss. âGood night, Dean.â
âNight, Y/N.â
Dean watched as you made your way inside the bar on shaky legs. His body started missing your warmth by the time the door shut. He drove back to his place with a smile on his lips. You were the reason behind that smile, and Dean knew he wouldnât be able to shake it off his lips for the rest of the night.
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Summary: Y/N desperately needs her beauty sleep. After lots of begging and attempts at the perfect puppy-dog-eyes, she finally convinces Dean to stop at a motel.
Square filled: only one bed
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word count: 2,188
Warnings: mostly fluff I guess, some funny bits, flirting, lots of eye rolls
A/N: Surprisingly, I had never written this trope before! Iâm not gonna lie, I had fun writing it. This fills my square for @spndeanbingo.
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âPlease,â you pouted, batting your eyelashes. Dean averted his eyes from the road to look at you. âPretty please.â
âI'm gonna kill Sam for teaching the puppy-dog-eye thing,â he rolled his eyes.
âIs it working? Who does it better?â you wiggled your eyebrows excitedly.
âSamâs been doing this his whole life; he had years of practice. Of course, he does it better,â he pointed out. âSam looks like a kicked golden retriever puppy, and you-â he chuckled. â- you look like an angry chihuahua pretending to be sad, so you can go to the dog park and scare all the dogs away.â
âI've always wanted to be a chihuahua.â
âYouâre insufferable, you know that?â
âYeah, I know,â it was your time to roll your eyes. âCâmon, Dean, there's a motel in a few miles. We can crash there. I'm tired. I desperately need my beauty sleep and my feet hurt and I need out of these uncomfortable clothes.â
âWell, my head hurts from hearing you ramble, but I'm not complaining, am I?â he glanced at you, pursing his lips.
âIt's late and it's raining. Do you really want to put Baby through this rain? I bet she's cold.â
âNah, she likes it when it rains. She thinks it's romantic,â his lips pulled up into an asymmetric grin. âIf you want to, you can go into the backseat, change into your pjs and get some of your beauty sleep. I promise I won't look while you change. Unless you ask me to.â
âDean, câmon.â
âIf I pull up at the motel and we crash there for the night, will you stop whining?â
âI'll never whine again for the rest of my life. Cross my heart.â
âHey, careful there.â
âPlease,â you batted your eyelashes. âDo it for me. I know that, deep down in that cold heart of yours, you love me.â
âOkay,â he sighed. âYou won.â
âHave I mentioned you are the bestest friend in the world?â you grinned.
âNope.â
âWell, you are the bestest friend in the world.â
Dean drove for a few more miles. The rain cracked on the hood of the Impala. The sound was relaxing and lulling. The neon sign greeted you, and Dean turned left to head into the parking lot.
âReally? Mirth Motel? What kind of name is that?â he grunted.
âI donât know, Dean,â you said with a roll of your eyes. âAt this point, I couldn't care less about the name of the motel. As long as it has beds and a shower, it's fine by me.â
Dean took a few turns in the parking lot, struggling to find a spot he could park his car.
âOh for fucks sake, everyone decided to stay here tonight?â
âStop complaining,â you nearly whined.
âThere isn't a single spot where I can park Baby. There better be a room available for us.â
âStop being so grumpy. There's a space available right there.â
âWhere?â
âThere!â
âThanks,â he huffed.
âYou're welcome,â you pouted.
Dean parked the car, cutting off the engine. He sighed and glanced at you.
âWeâre far away from the entry,â he pointed out. âThere's no way to get inside without getting ourselves wet.â
âFine by me,â you shrugged. âAs long as I get to take a shower as soon as I step foot in there, it's okay.â
âOkay.â
You and Dean climbed out of the car quickly with duffle bags over your shoulders. You made a beeline to the entrance of the building, the rain mercilessly pouring down on you. Dean immediately went to the front desk, some of his wet hair stuck to his forehead. You took a few steps back, grabbing your phone and deciding to text Sam to let him know you had made a stop at a motel.
âTwo queens, please,â Dean smiled at the old lady behind the counter. She nodded and checked on the system.
âIâm sorry, dear, we donât have any room available with two queen-sized beds,â she offered him a sympathetic smile. âBut we do have a room that will settle you for the night just fine.â
âOkay,â Dean frowned as the woman handed him the keys with a smirk. âThank you, maâam.â
âYouâre welcome, dear. It's on the second floor. Have fun,â she wiggled her eyebrows.
Dean turned to you with wide eyes. You glanced up from your phone.
âAll good?â you asked.
âYeah,â he nodded. âGot it.â
âGreat. Shall we?â
Dean gave a short nod and led the way.
âDude, weâve been to a lot of crappy motels, but this one takes the cake,â he mumbled as you climbed up the stairs. âWhy the hell couldnât I just park the car and get in a room like every other motel?â
âI donât know, Dean, but complaining wonât make any difference,â you chided. âAnd weâre gonna stay here for less than twelve hours. Weâre gonna be on the road first thing in the morning, so please, just stop complaining, or Iâll smack your head in the wall.â
âFine,â he rolled his eyes.
Dean twisted the key in the lock, swinging the door open. He stepped inside, flicking on the lights; you followed suit. Dean sighed and threw his head back with a roll of his eyes. You frowned with a tilt of your head before looking over his shoulder.
âOf course thereâs only one bed,â you blew out a breath. âAre we in a movie? âCause now it certainly feels like weâre in a movie.â
Dean placed his bag on the table; you did the same.
âI expected more from a place called Mirth Motel,â he said. âI am certainly feeling mirthless.â
âVery funny, Dean,â you rolled your eyes. âLook, Iâm gonna take a shower now, and when I get out, you better not be in a sour mood.â
âWhatever. Iâm gonna go get us some burgers. Call me if you need anything.â
âOkay.â
Grabbing the keys, Dean walked out of the room. You picked up everything you needed and headed to the shower. The water pressure wasnât nearly as good as the one you had in the bunker, but, right now, it was everything you needed.
By the time Dean got back, you were laying on the right side of the bed - knowing heâd rather sleep on the right -, reading your book. He held the paper bag in one hand and two beers in the other.
âIâm gonna take a shower,â he said, placing the food on the table. âThe burgers are still warm, but I think the beers might need to go in the fridge for a bit.â
âWant me to wait for you?â
âNah, thereâs no need to.â
âOkay, Iâm waiting for you,â you said, and he chuckled. âWhat? Thereâs no fun in eating alone.â
âItâs gonna get cold.â
âWe microwave it.â
âRight,â he smiled. âIâll be right back.â
âHmm, this delicious,â you nearly moaned, mouthful.
âYeah, it is,â Dean smiled as he finished his burger, taking a long swig of his beer. âLook, if you want to, I can sleep in the backseat of Baby. I donât mind. Sheâs comfy.â
âNo, Dean, itâs okay,â you assured him, hand reaching out to his thick forearm. âThe bed is big enough for both of us. Itâs a king-sized bed, after all. Weâd be in trouble if Sam had come with us.â
âYeah, we would,â he chuckled. âHe hogs all the blankets.â
âAnd all the space. That giant.â
âAre you sure itâs okay?â
âOne-hundred percent sure,â you smiled. âUnless you are the one who doesnât want to sleep with me.â
âHuh? I- uh- of course, I wanna sleep with you,â he stumbled over his words, his voice trembling. You blurt out laughing. âNo. I mean- I donât mind sleeping with you on the same bed. Clothed and all. Not, uh, the other kind of sleeping with you. Like naked and, uh- yeah, not that.â
âEasy, tiger. No need to get all flustered,â you chuckled. The point of his ears turned pink as his cheeks blushed. He took a long gulp of his beer. âFor the record, I wouldnât mind sleeping with you. I mean, the other kind of sleeping with you. Like naked and all. I wouldnât mind in the slightest.â
His wide green eyes lifted at you before averting your face again. Dean cleared his throat and shifted in his seat.
âWould you?â you asked.
âWould I what?â
âMind sleeping with me butt-naked.â
âOh. No, of course not,â he stammered, shaking his head nervously. âNot even a bit.â
âGood,â you nodded. âItâs good to know weâre on the same page.â
âYeah. Yeah, uh- Iâm gonna go to sleep then,â he announced, awkwardly standing to his feet. âIâm tired.â
âOkay, you do that. Iâll be right after you.â
âOkay, good. Great.â
Dean locked himself in the bathroom, doing who knows what. You chuckled to yourself with a shake of your head. You loved making him feel embarrassed. Dean would get all cute whenever he felt uncomfortable. His eyes would widen, and he would lose every ability to talk. When his cheeks turned into a bright pink along with the tip of his ears, then everything was chaotic. It was nice to make him blush.
You laid on your back. The mattress wasnât that comfortable. You didnât expect it to be memory foam, but you hoped it would be a little comfier than it actually was. Your eyes were glued on the ceiling, your hands over your stomach as your finger tapped the back of your right one. An awkward silence filled the atmosphere as Dean, too, laid on his back without saying a word. His green eyes stared up as he chewed on his lip.
âPenny for your thoughts?â you said quietly, glancing at him.
âThe ceiling is moving.â
âWhat?â you looked up with wide eyes. The ceiling was perfectly still.âAre you high?â
âNo, but Iâm pretty sure I've been staring at it for too long, and now itâs moving.â
âYouâre so weird.â
âThanks, you too,â Dean turned on his side, glancing at you. âIâve been looking everywhere for that shirt.â
âMy shirt?â you bit your lip to keep yourself from bursting into laughter.
âNo, my shirt. You stole it.â
âYou donât remember, do you? You gave it to me as a birthday present.â
âIt isnât your birthday for the next month and a half.â
âYou said it was an early gift,â you said firmly.
âIâm pretty sure Iâd remember if I had given it to you,â he said. âBut what do I know, right?â
âWhat do you know,â you licked your lips, turning to him.
âIt looks better on you anyway,â he shrugged.
âYeah, it does.â
Deanâs gaze dropped to your lips, lingering there for a moment, then backed up to your eyes. You drew a sharp intake of breath. His emerald green orbs seemed to unravel all the mysteries of your soul. You swallowed thick, avoiding his gaze. Slowly, Deanâs hand reached to yours under the blankets, his thumb caressed your skin. You looked up at him, his eyes locked in yours. As a way to avoid the growing tension between the two of you, you gave him a playful smirk and placed your feet on his legs.
âFuck,â he hissed, pulling away; his hand didnât let go, though. âWhy are your feet so cold?â
âI donât know,â you smiled innocently âYouâre always hot, so now youâre gonna warm my feet since the blanket isnât doing its job.â
âJesus, itâs like the feet of a corpse.â
âHey!â you smacked his shoulder. âDonât say that.â
âWell, maybe if you wore some pants instead of shorts and actually put on some socks, your feet wouldn't be this cold.â
âYouâre not fun, â you pouted.
âIf I had my feet against your shins, you wouldn't be too happy about it either.â
âJust admit you love having me this close to you,â you teased, a playful smirk on your lips.
âGânight, Y/N,â he turned his back on you.
âMy feet are still cold,â you whined. âWhat should I do?â
âI donât know. Use my calves maybe. Just donât put those dead feet on my back.â
âCan I put them on your ass? I bet it would get them warm pretty quick.â
âGood night, Y/N,â he mumbled, you could almost hear his eyes rolling.
âIs that a yes or a no?â you insisted.
âThatâs a no. Now shut it and go to sleep.â
âFine,â you huffed. âGood night, Dean.â
Eventually, your feet got warm, and you pulled away from Dean. Some time, in the middle of the night, he found your back turned to him and decided to snuggle closer. His strong arm draped over your waist, knees tucked behind yours. Dean was laying on his back when the sun rose, and you rested your head on his chest, his arms once again securing you close. Of course, none of you would talk about waking up in each other's arms for the next four hours youâd be in the car. Perhaps you would only mention it once you were back at the bunker, forced to face what was said and done at the Mirth Motel.
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Summary: Sometimes music can be too distracting.
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word count: 500 (was gonna say I nailed it, but I had to cut 120 words soâŚ)
Warnings: smut, 18+ only, fingering, p in v (be smart and wrap it before you tap it), funny bits maybe?
A/N: this is my entry for âRock SPN Flash Fanfic Challengeâ hosted by the amazing @deanwanddamons! My prompt was Rock and Roll All Nite by Kiss. Hope you all enjoy!
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The leather clung to your sweat-covered skin. You panted under his touch. His fingers electrified every nerve ending of yours. The feeling of your skin pressed flush to his intoxicated you. He nearly sent you into a heady trance. Nearly.
âThis is distracting,â you chuckled through ragged breath as he kissed down your throat.
âYeah, you're too distracting,â he rasped, warm breath fanning at your neck. âDancing like that, you knew things could only end in one way.â
âNo, Dean,â you half-chuckled half-gasped when he slid one finger inside you. âThe music. It's killing the mood.â
Dean looked up at you, green eyes wide under furrowed brows. His movements ceased.
âWhat?â
âItâs annoying,â you grimaced. âPlus, I've always thought you were gonna fuck me through your Led Zeppelin cassette, not Kiss.â
âIâm having the time of my life here and you wanna talk about background music?â
âNo, it's just-â
âLet's not kill the mood here, alright?â you nodded. âNext time I'll make sure there's no music playing. For now, lemme work my magic.â
âYou're an idiot, you know that?â you laughed.
âYeah, but you're still with me, so I win.â
Dean smiled against your lips before capturing them in a searing kiss. You moaned against him when he added another digit, hips bucking against his hand. His thumb circled your clit. The pace was torturous, making you claw at his skin. His thick fingers curled and stroked your sweet spot frantically. The coil inside you snapped as your body quivered under him, fingers digging into the freckled skin of his shoulders.
âFuck,â you cried out.
Green eyes met your lust-hooded ones. Dean smirked.
âSee? All you had to do was focus on me.â
âYou cocky son of a bitch,â you chuckled.
âI got reason to be,â he winked.
Dean dragged the tip of his cock along your folds lazily. Your breath hitched in your throat.
âDonât tease,â a whine left your lips. âPlease.â
Dean lined his cock with your entrance, pushing inside. His hips slammed into you, forcing your body on the backseat as you gasped. Your legs hooked around his waist, hands splayed on his back. His hazy eyes met yours, the darkness of the car matching the many dark shades of green in his orbs. Dean thrust harder into you, eyes locked in yours as you threw your head back.
His thrusts became erratic. He shoved his hand between your bodies, fingers circling your clit. Orgasm rippled through your body; you shuddered beneath his touch. His name fell off your lips in an ecstatic moan. You clenched around him, triggering his own orgasm.
âNgh- oh fuck,â his lips ghosted over your neck as his cum painted your pulsing walls.
Once you both rode your high, he pulled away, shifting so he could lay in the sticky backseat with you on top of him.
I wanna rock and roll all nite and party every day
Dean chuckled as the music echoed in the car.
âYeah, no music next time.â
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Summary: Deanâs been hurt before and now he doesnât give his heart to just anyone.
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word count: 100!
Warnings: angst with a tiny bit of fluff?
A/N: this is my last (and late) entry for @justagirlinafandomworldâ Flash Fiction Challenge 3. My prompt was No One Gonna Love You - Jennifer Hudson. Hope yâall enjoy it.
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Dean didnât get attached. He had been hurt before. Badly. So he built walls. No one would hurt him like that again. No more failed relationships. No broken heart.
His system worked for years. His walls were so high up no one would climb to get to the other side. They were so solid no one would try to break them. Then he met you. Without putting up a fight, his walls tumbledown. Dean was terrified.
âIâm making you this promise, Dean,â you cupped his face; his eyes closed. âAin't no one to love you like I'm gonna love you.â
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Summary: Y/N has to deal with the aftermath of a night filled with booze, sex, and questionable choices.
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word count: 3,143
Warnings: mostly fluff, tiny bit of angst, a bit of smut, hangover
A/N: this was written for @smol-and-grumpyââs awesome challenge âSuperFriends Tittle Challengeâ. The prompt is the title of this story of course. Hope you all enjoy it!
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Few rays of sunshine struggled to get past the blinds and illuminate the room. As the warm light ghosted over your face, your eyes fluttered open. You blinked a few times before taking in your surroundings. A thin white sheet covered your body. You lifted it only to notice you were naked. You felt disgusting as if you had sweated the whole night.
Turning on your back, you noticed the guy you spent the night with was still there. He was on his side, his back to you. The sheet only covered his lower half. Fresh scratches covered his back. You didnât have to put your tired mind through much thinking to know you were the one who caused them. As much as you wanted to see his face to at least have an idea if you had picked it right, you didnât want to wake him and deal with the whole morning after thing. One night stands are good. You have fun and most of the time you get off. The problem was the morning after itself. Unlike most people, you thank god when you wake up and the guy has already left or when you wake up first and leave without explanation. The whole âit was good, I had funâ was annoying. Every time you had to put an extra effort to not roll your eyes.
It was frustrating, to say the least when you didnât even remember the guyâs appearance. You could only hope a glimpse of his face would come back to you. You took one last glance at him before getting up. You nearly choked when your eyes landed on the small scar on the side of his hip. There was no way in hell you wouldnât recognize that scar. You were the one who stitched him up back then. Clothes formed a trail on the floor, you scooped them up and dressed as fast and as quiet as you could. Your heart was almost leaping out of your chest by the time you walked out of the room.
Outside of the motel, you allowed your breath to even and your heart to calm down in your chest. His car was parked only a few feet away. You ignored the shining impala and made your way back to the bunker. It wasnât the first time you came to this particular motel so you knew the way.
It was early. Dean never wakes up before noon after a night at a bar. You had enough time to get home, shower, and take a nap before he came back. You could only hope heâd remember as much as you did. Nothing. The thought of ruining your friendship with Dean had your palms sweating. It was undeniable that you felt something for him. Those feelings were buried way too deep and throughout the years you learned how to live with them. He didnât make it any easier on you though. Dean was constantly flirting with you. In the beginning, it was tough to be around him. Deanâs a flirt. Every now and then heâd give you his signature smirk and wink followed by a flirty comment. Although it caused a weak in your knees, you figured it was best to keep your feelings to yourself rather than risk losing him.
Arriving at the bunker, you made your way to the war room, hoping to find one of your best friends. There was no sign of Sam. You figured heâd either be on his morning run or making breakfast. It wasnât even eight yet, so he must be home.
âHey you,â you smiled, leaning on the fridge.
âHey,â he greeted as he finished making his sandwich. âI didnât expect you to be back already.â
âYeah, I know. Just missed my bed I guess.â
âDeanâs not home yet. Did you hear from him?â
âNope,â you were grateful he had his back to you and wouldnât catch you lying.
âDo you want me to make you something?â He turned to you, hazel eyes widening as they roamed over your entire body. âYou okay? You've been crying?â
âWhat? No, of course not. Why?â
âYour mascara or eyeliner, I donât know, is a little smudged.â
âOh,â your fingertips touched the skin under your eyes softly. You left in such a hurry that you didnât even look in the mirror. âGuess thatâs what happens when you sleep with makeup on,â you shrugged. âAlright, Iâm gonna take a shower then take a nap. Trust me, I need it.â
âOkay, you do you.â
You headed straight to the shower. The need to wash off the guilt and fear of ruining your thirteen-year friendship grew stronger by the second. You could only hope those feelings would be dispelled down the drain along with the stink of alcohol and sex. The water felt good on your tired body. You didnât take long in there though. Every cell in your body claimed to be in bed again. You needed at least two more hours of sleep to survive the rest of the day. That and being away from Dean for twenty-four hours both physically and psychologically. Mission impossible.
Your eyes fell closed the second your body hit the soft mattress. Memory foam hugged your limbs, lulling you to sleep.
The headboard banged against the wall. Your mind was in a haze of alcohol and pleasure. Deanâs groans sounded distant. His hands were all over your body. His thrusts were erratic as he searched for the final push. You arched against him, breasts pressed to his firm chest. He whispered soft praises against your skin as a wave of pleasure consumed you.
Your eyes shot open as you sat in bed abruptly. Beads of sweat covered your forehead. Pulling the covers off, you got up, making a beeline to the bathroom. You washed your face in an attempt to get rid of the images of last night. It was in vain. The mirror only reflected how screwed you were. As if the images and the sounds running wild in your mind werenât enough, your cleavage was covered in hickeys. You closed your eyes and suddenly you were back in that cheap motel room.
Deanâs lips kissed and sucked every patch of skin they could. Your hand shot to his head, fingers tugging at his hair. He groaned against the curve of your neck. His lips descended to your collarbone. Dean marked your skin as his hand squeezed your breast softly. He drunkenly mumbled âmineâ against you.
Shaking the memory away, you turned off the tap and headed to your room. It was early which meant you had high chances of not seeing Dean. You just needed to eat and take a pill for the pounding headache. Then you could come back and hide in your room for the rest of the day. Pulling on a hoodie, you made your way to the kitchen.
âYouâre awake,â Sam greeted. âThought you were gonna sleep for the rest of the morning.â
âYeah, me too,â you sighed, turning on the coffee maker before grabbing some bacon in the fridge for you to cook. âI wanted to, but I had a bad dream.â
âWanna talk about it?â
âNot really,â you shrugged.
âI found us a case,â he announced as you sat in front of him with a plate and a mug in your hands. âOmaha, Nebraska. I think itâs a spirit. A quick salt and burn will do it.â
âGood. When do we leave?â you asked, munching the crispy bacon.
âTomorrow?â
âOkay.â
âAnd, uh, do you mind if itâs just you and Dean on this one? Eileen and I have a date tomorrow and uh-â
âYeah, s-sure. I donât mind going alone with Dean. I mean⌠Why would I mind? Itâs not like we havenât been on hunts just the two of us.â
âY/N? Is everything okay?â
âSure,â you tried to keep your voice as normal as you could, but failed miserably. âWhy wouldnât it be?â
âI donât know,â he shrugged. âYouâre the one acting weird.â
âOkay,â you sighed. âI need to tell you something, but you canât tell anyone. Last night I didnât come home because I was with Dean. After you left the bar, we had a few more drinks. A lot more. And we slept together.â
âFinally,â he breathed out and you gasped at his reaction. âI just donât understand why you guys went to a motel instead of coming home.â
âThe motel was closer and we were kinda in a hurry.â
âOh.â
âYeah,â you said as you finished your breakfast.
âWhy didnât he come home with you?â
âI panicked when I saw him sleeping next to me. I practically ran out of the room. I think he wonât remember a thing. At least I hope he doesnât.â
âWhy? Youâve known each other for thirteen years. You have feelings for each other for at least ten. Iâm surprised it took this long for something to happen.â
âYou donât understand, Sam,â you shook your head. âI canât ruin my friendship with him. I canât risk that.â
âOf course you can. Youâre just afraid.â
âAfraid of what?â Dean asked as he walked into the room. You nearly gasped. He shouldnât be back already.
Dean was sporting a hickey on the right side of his neck. You felt your cheeks heat up at the sight of it.
âIâm afraid of spiders and I canât kill them,â you said fast before Sam could say anything.
Dean only hummed, opening the fridge and grabbing a pot with overdue food. He put some in his mouth but spat most of it, grimacing. A chuckle left your lips at the scene.
âWhat you got?â he mumbled, turning on the coffee machine.
âSalt and burn. Omaha, Nebraska. Should be easy for you and Y/N.â
âYou not tagging along?â
âNah, got a date with Eileen,â Sam smiled.
âYouâre finally getting some,â the older Winchester teased. âY/N and I can cover it. We are a great team, right sweetheart?â
He gave you a wink. You wondered if he remembered anything of your activities the previous night.
âRight,â you clicked your tongue.
Dean grabbed his coffee and sat beside you. He stank of alcohol and sex. He shouldâve gone straight to the shower but he didnât. He was still in the same clothes as last night for crying out loud.
âDude, you smell terrible,â Sam grimaced.
âThat, Sammy, is the smell of a man who had a crazy night of hot sex. You should try it sometime.â
Fuck, he remembers, you cursed.
âYouâre disgusting.â
âNo, Iâm not. Itâs a shame I had what was probably the best night of my life and I donât remember shit. Not even her face. She left without a note. She could at least have left her phone number somewhere. But she did leave this bad boy here,â he pointed to the purple mark in his neck.
You could only hope neither of them would notice your flaming cheeks. He was so close. You were afraid heâd take one look at your face and all the memories would come back to him. You were afraid heâd still be able to smell his scent ingrained in your skin.
âI do remember some things though. Hmmm, some really good things,â Dean nearly moaned as he closed his eyes and bit his lower lip. Sam quickly glanced at you, hazel eyes wide before staring back at his brother. âWhoever she was she surely knew what she was doing to me. Her body was trapped under mine as if she belonged there. Her hands all over my body, exploring it. Oh, and her skin felt so good under my touch. That I remember damn well.â
You fought hard to repress a moan. The words rolled out his tongue in a sensual song. Your thighs clenched unwittingly. Though you were as much aroused as you were embarrassed. He was saying all that in front of his brother after all. Sam didnât want to know anything about Deanâs activities, but the look in his eyes told you he was having fun seeing you suffer.
âAnd she smelled good too. So fucking good. I swear that if I close my eyes, I can feel her touch. I can even hear her soft moans. What wouldnât I give just to know her name.â
âMaybe you should try asking the bartender if he remembers her face or even her name,â Sam suggested and you kicked his foot under the table. âIâm sure he might remember something.â
âShe felt absolutely perfect,â Dean completely ignored his brother. âThe way her fingers tugged at my hair, making it hurt just a little. Then her legs wrapped around me and⌠fuck,â he growled. âThat was mind-blowing. She clenched around me so tight-â
âDude, too much information. You should keep that to yourself,â Sam interrupted his brother while you prayed neither of them had listened to the small groan that left your lips.
âAll Iâm saying is she was too fucking hot. I wished she couldâve had the decency of leaving me her number,â he sighed. âIf you guys think this hickey is the only thing she left for me, youâre wrong. She might not have left a note, but she did leave some real sexy marks all over me. Hmm, I love it when they mark me up. So damn hot.â
âDude-â
âAnd if I concentrate hard enough I can still taste her in my tongue,â Dean smirked.
âThatâs enough, man. Iâm gonna have nightmares for the rest of my life.â
Dean chuckled at his brotherâs reaction and took one last gulp of his now lukewarm coffee.
âExcuse me, but I, uh, Iâm gonna take a nap. Iâm tired,â you hurriedly stood from your seat. âIâll catch with you guys later.â
As you disappeared in the hall, Deanâs grin got even wider as he shook his head. Sam scoffed, realization dawned on him.
âYou remember, donât you?â Sam asked his brother, a smile on his lips.
âEvery single detail,â Dean nodded with a smirk.
âDude, you arenât worth a penny.â
âWhat can I say? I love seeing her squirm.â
âYou should go after her.â
âI am,â Dean said. âIâm just gonna give her some time to pull herself together.â
Sam nodded. Silence fell between the brothers. Each of them lost in their own world. Dean tried to come up with a way to approach you without making it weird. Sam tried to erase the images his brother put in his mind. The younger Winchester was sure he threw up in his mouth a little. Dean had given him a share of traumas concerning sex when they were teenagers and now this?
Dean got up from his seat and before he headed to your bedroom, he placed his mug on the dishwasher. He was about to leave the kitchen but stopped and glanced at his brother.
âYou were the only one who didnât score last night, Samuel,â he teased and Sam rolled his eyes.
Three soft knocks on the door startled you, dragging you out of your trance. Mumbling a âcâmon inâ, you straightened yourself at the edge of the bed.
âHey,â Dean smiled, peeking his head through the door.
âHi,â you smiled, a thumping beat of your heart in your chest.
Dean made his way to your bed and sat just a few inches from you. His thigh brushing against yours.
âHowâre you feeling?â He glanced at you but your eyes were fixated on the closed door.
âReally tired. You?â
âExhausted. Donât know if I should take a shower or a nap.â
âI think you need both,â you smiled as a chuckle reverberated in his throat.
âYeah, youâre right,â he clicked his tongue, green eyes falling in his hands as he rubbed them together. âYou know, I must confess that you did rock my world last night.â
âYou remember?â You stared at him wide eyed only to meet a crooked grin on his lips. âOf course you do,â groaning, you buried your face in your hands.
âHow could I ever forget?â
âWe had a lot of drinks. A whole lot.â
âYeah, guess I just needed to get my ass drunk to finally go after something I wanted.â
âDonât do this, Dean,â you pleaded, staring into his forest green eyes.
âI thought last night meant something, you know? I thought it would change things between us for the best. I couldnât believe I was the only one feeling something. Not with the way we look at each other and the constant flirting and the way we hold each other. Now imagine my disappointment when I woke up and you werenât there.â
âDean, I-â
âI thought you were gonna be there. I thought we were gonna talk and figure things out between us, but you didnât even give me a chance. It felt as if you regretted it, as if what happened between us was a mistake,â his voice was low, barely upon a whisper.
âNo, Dean, I donât regret it,â you shook your head. âIt wasnât a mistake but we shouldnât have done it.â
âWhy? Why shouldn't we have done it? Give me one good reason why.â
âBecause we are friends and I donât want to ruin that.â
âWe were never friends, Y/N. I feel something for you from day one. And I know you feel something for me too. Now you either-â
You captured his plump lips in yours. His eyes widened and it took him a second before kissing you back. His hand cupped your face, thumb caressing your cheek. The gentle press of his lips almost made your heart leap out of your chest. He pulled away a little too soon for your liking. Dean placed a small peck to your lips before resting his forehead against yours.
âNow I either what?â You giggled, opening your eyes and finding his still closed.
âI donât know,â Dean chuckled. âGuess this changes things, right?â
âMmhmm,â your hands were on each side of his neck as you pecked his lips.
âGood.â
âI hate to tell you but you need a shower.â
âYeah, I do,â he said sheepishly, his hands were on your waist as he moved you to straddle his lips. âBut I think you should come with me. You know, that whole save water, shower together thing.â
âHmmm, Iâve kinda already showered.â
âDo it again. I promise you wonât regret it,â he smirked.
âI thought you said you hated shower sex. You said it was too complicated.â
âI donât hate it. It is complicated though, but Iâm sure we can work things out,â he grinned, standing up with you in his arms as you wrapped your legs around his waist. ââSides, you ought to see all the damage you caused last night.â
âYouâre gonna be the death of me, Winchester.â
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Summary: Y/N meets a mysterious guy at one of her friendâs party.
Pairing: teen!Dean x Reader
Word count: 500
Warnings: underage drinking, terrible flirting
A/N: this was written for âRock SPN Flash Fanfic Challengeâ hosted by the sweetest @deanwanddamons. My prompt was I Love Rock âN Roll by Joan Jett. I actually enjoyed writing this one. I hope you enjoy it as well.
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âWhoâs that?â You asked your friend, Emma, before bringing the red cup to your lips.
âI donât know,â she shrugged. âI think you should go there and figure it out.â
âOh, Iâm definitely gonna go there,â you smirked.
The boy in question stood awkwardly near the jukebox. He had his back to you. All you could see was his broad shoulders covered in a black leather jacket. His foot tapped to the floor to the rhythm of the song. With your head held high, you walked towards him.
âAnd I'm wanted dead or alive,â he sang, the sweetest voice under his breath.
âWell, I hope you didn't kill anyone or something,â you chuckled, startling him.
Wide green eyes stared back at you. His features softened, and he smiled. You were a lost cause.
âThat was terrible,â he chuckled, scratching the back of his neck.
âIt wasn't as terrible as you glued to the jukebox in a house full of people,â you countered.
He chuckled sheepishly, taking a large gulp at his beer.
âI like it here.â
âSo what you're saying is that rock is better than everyone in this room?â you quirked an eyebrow at him.
âPretty much everyone,â he shrugged playfully.
âI can assure you I'm way better than rock.â
âI don't know,â he shook his head, dirty blond hair spiking everywhere. âYou donât seem better than Bon Jovi.â
âHow dare you?â you gasped, hand over your heart. âSo whatâs your name Mr. I Love Rock ân Roll?â
âThat don't matter,â he said with a shrug, averting your eyes.
âOf course it does.â
âHey, Dean! Get your ass over here,â the guys called and he sighed defeated.
âYou should go to your boys,â you smirked. âDean.â
His name rolled out of your tongue.
âJust know that we're not done yet, Y/N,â he winked before walking away and leaving you dumbstruck.
For the next hour, you and Dean stole looks at each other. Heâd shoot you a wink and youâd bite your bottom lip.
âHere he comes,â Emma muttered.
âYou mind if I steal your friend for a lil bit?â
âShe's all yours.â
Dean took you by the hand, dragging you along the house. He opened the door to one of the rooms and pushed you inside.
âYou not even gonna buy me dinner first?â you smirked.
Your back hit the wall as his lips claimed yours. Warm hands cupped your face, his body pressed to you. Dean teased your mouth open, tongue tracing your bottom lip. Your fingers tugged at his hair and he groaned. You parted momentarily.
Dean pressed his lips to yours once again firm, then gentle. His hands traveled down your body, fingers digging in your hips. He kissed down your neck, nibbling softly at your skin.
A knock on the door caused you to pull away.
âFuck,â he groaned, chest heaving. His half-lidded eyes gazed hungrily at you.
âY/N, you coming home with me or not?â Emma asked.
Panting, you replied high-pitched, âIâm coming.â
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