Back To Life
Summary: Dean comes back from Hell and all your feelings come back with it.
W/C: 5708
Warnings: unprotected sex and all the good stuff that comes with it, drunk sex, blood kink, pain kink, dom!dean
A/N: dean winchester you can brand me all you want
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What the fuck is happening?
The only thought that runs through your head on repeat as Dean Winchester knocks on the front door of Bobby's house.
Your head shoots up from the couch as Bobby starts to fight with him, giving him every test in the book. You grab your knife, carefully hidden in between the cushions of the couch just in case this is some sort of sick trick.
It's not. It's really him. He's back from Hell. But how?
Once Bobby lets go of him he glances behind him and looks at you, a smirk forming on his face. You break out of your trance of shock and awe and run right towards him, your arms wrapping around his neck, almost choking him in your hug. His large hands find their way to the small of your back, pressing you into him like he's scared that you're not really here.
He wears a face of shock as well, not expecting to see you here after everything. You've been staying with Bobby the last couple of months, burnt out from hunting by yourself after Sam went MIA. Dean doesn't need to know all of that now, he might already have a feeling Sam's missing either way.
The two of you are frozen in the doorway, your thoughts running a mile a minute. Neither one of you speaks, his thumb rubbing small circles along your back as his chin rests on top of your head. You can hear his very real heart beating in his chest beneath your ear.
He's real. He's home. He's safe.
Does he remember the last thing he said to you?
It was supposed to be a normal hunt, typical salt and burn. He said he wanted to have one last hurrah with just you before he bit the big one.
Ghost case. Over in fucking no where Wyoming. But the case garnered enough attention that it caught the media's eye.
Almost the whole family was taken out in one night. Left the kid for some reason. The little boy would only mumble about ghosts and ghouls when authorities finally got ‘em.
Same thing happened in that house ten years ago. And ten years before that. And it just kept on going ‘til you got to the case that started it all.
Little boy killed his whole family. Dad was abusing him, Mom did nothing, siblings looked the other way ‘cause it wasn't them he was after.
These were the cases that hurt the most. You wanted to wrap those kids up in your arms and protect them like no one else did. They don't deserve that kind of pain, no one does.
You were driving home in silence afterwards, the case heavier than either one of you would've liked when Dean started asking you questions.
“Would you have had kids? If we weren’t hunters and all that.” Dean broke through the silence between you guys.
You had to take a moment to think.
“Yeah. I think I would've. Still would if the opportunity was right.” That last part slipped out before you could stop it. You didn't want to settle down with just anyone. You wanted it to be with him.
“I think I would've wanted kids. Maybe just two. Or three. Can't just have one you know? They'll get lonely and get that fuckin' only child complex and be spoiled.” He's rambling, his eyes trained on the road.
Silence falls between both of you again as Dean taps nervously on the steering wheel. His driving slows, something he only does when he usually wants to confront Sam about something mid case.
“I like you, you know.” He said it so casually it took you a second to process exactly what he said.
“I like you too Winchester.” You took your eyes off of the trees blurring past to look at him and he refused to meet your gaze.
“Nah sweetheart. I like you a lot. Would take you on a date if it weren't for…”
If it weren't for him dying.
“Don't wanna die with regrets. Would've asked you out a whole lot sooner but Bobby looks at you like you're his kid and he would literally kill me if I hurt you.”
It hurt anyway.
He's the one who breaks the embrace and sits down at the kitchen table to talk to Bobby. You go back to your nest of blankets on the couch in a daze. Bobby breaks it to him that Sam has been missing but they wanna go find him and give him the good news. You're barely listening to them speak, all you can do is stare at him and hope he can't feel your eyes burning a hole into the side of his pretty
stupid pretty face.
He's definitely seen better days. His signature green jacket is layered with dirt and debris. There's a ring of mud outlined around his face where he tried to scrub it off. There's no visible wounds, whatever broke him out of Hell must've healed him as well.
You tune back in to hear Bobby say how you guys have been looking for Sam since he disappeared. Last you heard he was somewhere in the Midwest but he hasn't kept in touch. Just vanished after it all happened. Bobby tells Dean he has a few leads and wants to go check them out.
Dean tries to join him but Bobby insists that he stays the night here. That he needs to rest and we don't even have a clue where Sam is. Bobby's going to go follow the trail and he'll be back when he has a lead.
“I'll take good care of him! I'll make sure he eats and gets a good night's rest.” You tried not to sound so excited but it's the first words out of your mouth since he walked through the doors. Bobby and Dean bring their attention to you now.
Dean pipes up, “We'll be okay here Bobby, I just need to shower and get a drink. Be safe and let us know as soon as you find anything at all.”
Bobby nods and starts to gather up supplies to take on his road trip. He disappears into his room and you feel Dean's eyes trained right back onto you. You shift uncomfortably on the couch when Bobby comes back into the room.
“Better be on your best behavior.” Bobby mutters as he reaches the front door. Dean scoffs when the door slams shut leaving you guys finally alone.
He naturally starts to raid the fridge. You hear him sigh, finding nothing of substance- and by substance you mean no burgers or pie. He turns to you and asks if you want to go for a drink. There's a dive bar near here with the best burgers so you offer to drive both of you over there. It's your car anyways, Sam has Baby with him wherever he is.
“You think I'm going to let you drive sweetheart? No fucking way. Been in the ground too fuckin’ long. Give me your keys.” He grunts as you hand over the keys. Asshole.
We drive in silence. The tension in the air is thick, we've barely said anything to each other since he stepped into the house. You try to look out the window but you keep sneaking peaks over to him. Your heart has been racing ever since he walked through that door earlier today.
All you wanna know is what he's thinking. How is he doing? It's not like he's going to outright tell you. Dean was never good with feelings. You look over again and his jaw is clenched, eyes staring straight ahead. We're almost there.
It's still pretty early in the night so it should be quiet there right now. Maybe he'll talk to you. Maybe he'll tell you about the last four months. You doubt it but at least you can try to talk to him about it.
The bar smells like stale cigarettes and whiskey. God, you could use a double shot of whiskey. The silence has been deafening but not awkward. You just don't know where to even start.
We sat in a booth in the corner. Dean grabs a whole bottle of top shelf whiskey for us from the bar and two glasses and brings it back to the table. Not like either one of us is really paying for it. He slides one of the glasses over to me, half full of amber liquid. It's gonna be a long night.
“So” He takes a big sip from his glass, “You miss me?” He said with a smirk.
“Of course I did you jackass. I thought I was never going to see you again.” You hit him playfully on the shoulder and he winces a bit and leans away. You pretend not to notice and he moves the conversation forward.
“So say something. You usually never shut the fuck up but now you wanna go mute?” He slams down his first drink, grabbing the bottle and pouring another.
All you can think is that you're not letting him drive your baby home if he keeps going like this. You're sipping your drink, staring at him. His eyes narrow, daring you to ask him what everyone else is thinking. He's being a dick anyway, might as well ask.
“So, how was Hell?” You smirk knowing you're the only one with the balls to ask the question.
“Fan-fucking-tastic! How the fuck do you think Hell was?” He throws his hands up in annoyance. “I don't even know how I got back from that God forsaken place. All I know is I woke up in a fucking coffin, some astronomically weird shit happened and I hauled ass to Bobbys.” He finishes his second drink in one long gulp.
Yeah this is gonna be a long night.
“Do you want me to distract you or do you wanna talk about it?” You say, trying to figure out a way to comfort him without being sappy. You're still ticked off he's being an ass but you guess he's allowed to be right now.
You don't know if he remembers what he told you before he died. You don't even know if he still feels that same way. You don't wanna push all of that onto him at once. He just got back from literal Hell. You just wanna keep things as easy as you can.
“Distract me. Tell me about the last four months. Anything fun?” he says, onto his third drink. The way he's drinking you're going to be dragging him back home.
“Oh you know the usual. I was hunting for a bit in the beginning after you… you- left. Few vamp nests in New York. That was fun. Demons, shifters, the usual. I just needed a release.” You watch his expression carefully. “I tried to stay close to here in case Bobby needed anything. He's been worried about Sam. We all have been. Bobby's taken me in pretty much full time now and I guess it's been good for both of us. I keep the house clean and keep him in line. He's been teaching me a lot more about different lore.” You're rambling. He's watching you closely though and you just wish you were a damn mind reader.
What is going on inside that beautiful head?
It’s starting to fill up in here as the night goes on. Dean drank almost the whole bottle of whiskey while we've been shooting the shit. We talk about everything but the tension between the two of us. His green eyes are tinted red and you suggest that it's time to go back home to relax. Neither one of you wants to be around other people right now.
He lets you drive home, but he makes you stop at the gas station so he can grab beer and snacks. He jumps back into the car, throwing you a Twix, your favorite. You're just happy he remembered.
We get back to Bobby's and he finally goes to take a shower. You were teasing him at the bar that his empty stomach made him lose track of how rough he looks right now. As you sit on the couch you notice a weird scar on his shoulder as he heads to the bathroom.
It looks like a handprint? What the fuck is up with that?
You wander outside, it's such a nice night. The skies are clear and you get lost in thought looking up at the stars. The one good thing about being in the middle of nowhere are the stars. Bobby texted earlier saying he had a possible trail, so he may be home as early as tomorrow.
You're lost in thought when you feel a hand on your shoulder. You jump back, ready to fight whoever is there when you realize it's just Dean.
“Woah there sweetheart. You really think I'd let anything get you out here? Not a chance. What were you thinking about?” His index finger taps on the glass bottle in his hand, waiting impatiently for an answer.
Oh what were you thinking about? Your mind was racing with thoughts of him. What's with the handprint? How is he really? How can you tell him you haven't stopped thinking about him since he told you he liked you? How you grieved the love that could've been. How you burnt yourself out fighting monsters because you were so pissed at the world for letting him die. How all you want to do is kiss him right now.
“Oh nothing. Just looking at the stars. They're beautiful tonight.” You sighed. Why are you so scared to just talk to him?
“Bullshit. What are you really thinking about? I can tell when you're lying. I haven't seen you in four months but that doesn't negate the last 10 years we've known each other.” His words have you taken aback. He's drinking his beer, leaning on the railing and just staring at you now. Fuck it. You'll tell him what's on your mind.
“Dean, do you remember what you told me before you died? On our last hunt together?” You tread carefully.
He nods
“I haven't stopped thinking about it. I haven't stopped thinking about you. What we could've been, what I wanted us to be. I've been in love with you for as long as I can remember Dean.” Your voice is shaky and doesn't sound like you at all but it all starts to pour out.
“Fuck! All I've wanted to do all night is comfort you. To hold you. To tell you everything I was thinking. But I didn't wanna overwhelm you. You just got home. Who knows how you feel about me? If that changed during your time away. I don't even wanna know if you don't feel that way about me anymore. I've already grieved for you and then you walk back into my life and it's like I'm hit with every single fucking feeling at once.” You must look wild right now but your nerves are on fire.
He drinks the rest of his beer. Setting it down next to him. He hasn't said anything yet. You hate this. You just want him to say something.
Instead he leans in, holds you by the back of your head and kisses you. You've never had a kiss like this that took the air from your lungs and all the thoughts from your head.
He tastes like whiskey. It's all teeth and tongue as he holds you tight against him, his hand moving from the back of your head down to the small of your back. You press yourself against him as close as you possibly can. You're not letting go again.
He pulls away and you're still clinging to him, desperate to keep going. He's holding you and you can see hunger in his eyes as you look up at him. His usual green irises are dark, his pupils blown out with lust.
“I thought about you all the time. Being in Hell, I- I was there for forty years. Forty years of thinking about you. What I would do if I saw you again. I shouldn't have even said anything when I knew I was going to die.” He brushes a loose hair away from your face. “You were the last person I thought I was going to see when I came here. I know, stupid of me to think that when I know how close you are to Bobby. I've been wanting to tell you all night. But instead I drowned myself in whiskey because out of everything in Hell that scared the shit out of me, you not feeling the same way scared me even more.”
His grip on you relaxes so he can look you in the eye. He's waiting for you to make the next move. You don't even know what to say. You're dumb founded. Your heart is racing, faster than you thought was possible.
You can still see the hunger in his eyes. You want him. You can feel the whiskey that you drank about to make decisions for you instead.
“Dean, I need you.” You whisper, the tears you didn't realize you were holding back threaten to fall.
That's all he needed to hear. He scoops you up with one hand, peppering your neck with unbalanced sloppy kisses as you stumble into the guest bedroom. You can't believe this is happening. This is all you've wanted for ten years and here we are. About to be fucked by Dean Winchester.
“I'm not going easy on you. If you want me to stop then we need a safe word.” he's growling in your ear.
“I don't want a safe word. Do whatever you want with me Dean. I'm all yours.” You replied breathlessly.
He's on top of you in bed. Clawing at your clothes, they can't seem to come off fast enough for him. You lay there in your underwear, wet as fuck, and he hasn't even taken his clothes off yet. A whine escapes your lips. That's not fair.
You rip his shirt off, trying to be delicate about the handprint. You'll ask him about that later. It doesn't even matter right now. Nothing matters that's going to get in the way of you getting what you want right now and what you want is him.
He helps you take off his jeans, you could already see how fucking hard he is without you even trying. He's kneeling in front of you on the bed. Taking you in. His eyes trace every part of your body, the hunger in him deepening.
“Let the fun start then baby girl.” He grabs your face so that you're looking directly at him.
“Y-yes sir.” You choke out. His fingers find their way into your mouth and you're drooling around the taste of him. Salty with a hint of whiskey still lingering on his skin.
“Good girl. Now I want you to do everything I tell you to. If you do not comply then you will be punished. Do you understand?” His voice is so rough and gravely, it sends a shiver up your spine.
You nod, the calloused pad of his fingers are still in your mouth as you start to suck on them. You're trying to show him what you can do if you could only get your mouth on his cock.
He takes his fingers out of your mouth, moving them down to wrap around your throat and tests you with a light squeeze. You moan as his grip gets tighter. Fuck- are you going to explode from just this? You are way too fucking wet right now. You need to get it together, you're being pathetic.
He kisses you, your mouths practically melting into one. His tongue takes the lead and explores. You feel him lick the back of your teeth before he bites down on your lower lip.
You try to grab for his cock, he's so fucking hard and you can see how big he is from the outline on his boxers but he slaps your hand away.
“You do not get this cock until I say so.” A sharp sting snaps you to attention as he slaps your cheek. You notice his cock twitch as he does so. “Next time you fuck up, you're getting punished.”
He holds your hands above your head, tight. He moves his lips lower to your neck now, biting and sucking hard. Marking his territory with deep maroon bruises. You are his now and he knows it. He just needs the rest of the world to know it as well.
He lets go of your hands as he travels lower to your breasts. You leave your hands up there for good measure, even though you're kind of curious what the punishment may bring.
Suddenly he has one nipple in his mouth, rolling it around with his teeth while his hand plays with the other. You let a moan escape you so he switches sides. He really wants to mark you up. Leaving patches of deep purple bruises across your torso as he makes his way downwards. The anticipation is killing you. Then he sits up, the sudden lack of him on top of you causes you to let out a needy whine.
He leans over the bed to find something. What's he looking for? He brings out a knife from the pocket of his jeans and you cock your eyebrow up, questioning what the hell he thinks he's doing.
“Since you're all mine now, we need to make sure everybody knows. Always.” He taps the knife on your hip bone, his eyes are somehow even darker. Is he going to cut you? Fuck it, you've been cut by worse things.
He carves his initials into your hip and you didn't think you'd be so turned on by this but you were so so wrong. His other hand is holding your other hip down so you don't ruin his handiwork. He's careful and delicate as he brands you with “DW”. Each cut sends something electric to your core.
You watch as his face is so close to your pussy. You wonder if he can feel how fucking wet you are. Your black underwear is hiding the ever growing wet patch on the fabric. As he finishes, he looks so proud of himself and you let a moan escape as he licks the wound. A drop of your blood drips off his tongue and onto the bed below you. Fuck.
“Dean… I need you… now…” you can barely speak. The build up inside of you wants to come out and instinctively you grab for his cock again.
“Does a little slut like you deserve it? I told you, I'm running the show. You grabbed for my cock again you pathetic desperate whore. Time to be punished.” His voice is low and gruff in your ear.
He flips you over onto your stomach and into his lap so quick you don't even realize what's happening. Suddenly there's a sharp slap across your ass. And another. And another. They're coming so quickly you can't catch your breath.
“Fuck Dean, that fucking hurts!” You try to reach around and grab his arm and he stops, his hand rubbing the sting on your ass instead.
“Do you need a safeword sweetheart? You need me to stop?” His words are softer, a juxtaposition of himself a few moments earlier.
You squirm on his lap, the warmth of his palm soothing your raw skin underneath.
“I- I don't think I want you to stop. But the safe word is pineapple.” You breathe out.
He kisses the back of your head before flipping the switch once again.
“I don't want you to be able to sit without thinking of me. I don't want you to be able to look at yourself in the mirror without thinking of me. You're going to be a good girl, Daddy's almost done punishing you.”
He starts to kiss you where the slaps sting the most. Your ass is definitely bruised. The kissing stops when suddenly he bites your ass. Fuck. You need him to touch you immediately.
You think he read your mind because the next thing you know he's got you back on your back, tossing you around the bed with ease. He rips off your underwear and his eyes trail down in-between your wide open legs.
“I've never seen a pussy as pretty as yours” He runs his finger down your slit, feeling how wet you already are for him. As he lifts his finger to his mouth, you can see a trail of wet coming from your pussy to his finger. He sucks on his finger to taste you and you clench around nothing.
His fingers trail up your thigh until he's right where you want him. He slips his finger inside of you and you feel like you're going to explode. They curl up in a come hither motion, squeezing against the spongy spot in your core. You're moaning loud but who fucking cares, no one's around to hear it besides Dean and he's fucking living for it.
He brings his mouth down to your clit, slowly teasing you. You feel his warm breath hovering over you. His tongue moves through your folds with expert precision. You can feel it, you're going to cum soon if he keeps this shit up. His fingers move faster pumping in and out of you. You can hear how wet you are as he scissors two of his fingers inside of you His tongue stays slow and steady on your throbbing clit, he hums as your thighs tighten around his head.
“I- Fuck- Dean- Gonna fuckin-” You scream as you unfold under his touch. The coil in your stomach snaps with more force than you've ever felt. You soak his face with squirt. You didn't even think you could do that, you've never cum so hard in your fucking life.
You're starting to see stars but he doesn't let up. Fingers still pushing up on that sweet spot and fuck- you're getting overstimulated but you don't even give a shit when the love of your fucking life is lapping up your squirt like it's the last drink on Earth.
He looks pussy drunk as he finally lifts his face away from your mound. Blood, sweat and cum covering his body and you just want more. You wanna show him what you can do.
You climb on top of him and he lets you, curious about what you're going to do next. It's your turn to be in charge and he laughs, “Do your worst baby girl.”
You straddle his lap and you can feel his cock twitch with each kiss you leave on his neck. You try to mark him but he slaps you on the ass, a warning.
You move lower and lower kissing a trail down his body until you're finally face to face with his cock. He helps you peel his boxers off and you take a moment to stare in awe as his perfect dick is right in front of you. Thick and hard and throbbing, You slowly take him into your mouth, drool escaping past your lips.
You start at the head. Licking around the rim as you watch him squirm. Stroking his cock with both hands as you suck on just the tip. You move your mouth down, taking him in little by little. His hips buck the deeper his cock disappears into your mouth. You try to get all the way to the base and he laughs at you, knowing his cock is too big for your throat to handle.
He grabs you by the hair, slowly fucking up into your mouth. Drool is pooling at the base of his cock as he picks up the pace, chasing his own release. You feel his head bump the back of your throat and he pulses above your tongue. He's gonna come soon, you can feel it in the way his hips stutter.
“Oh fuck-” He barely is able to get the words out as hot ropes of his cum shoot right down your throat. You swallow with pride, smirking at him. You know whatever he throws your way you can match him.
His dick is still at full attention and it's finally time to truly feel him inside of you.
You lay back and spread your legs, your thighs still dripping with your own cum from earlier. His tip teases you, rubbing himself up and down your slit between your folds. Suddenly you feel him push his way inside you. Stretching you out, filling you up like you never thought was possible.
He goes slowly at first, looking directly at you, studying the faces that you make when you're pleasured. But his speed quickly picks up.
He lifts both your legs over his shoulders so he can drive himself as deep inside of you as possible. You can't help but scream as you feel another orgasm coming. He can feel you clench around him and he does not hold back. He drills into the perfect spot causing you to see stars again.
He pulls his cock out as you scream in pleasure. Slapping it against your clit as you soak him and the sheets.
“I'm not done with you yet. Not done until my cock stops working.” He growls.
He flips you over, grabbing your ass into the air, putting you in the perfect arch and getting right back to it. You can hardly stand the feeling of his balls tapping your clit. Overstimulation takes over all of your senses but it doesn't stop me from continuing to babble with so much fucking pleasure.
“Fuck- Dean- So good. So fuckin’ good” You're singing praises to him so he doesn’t stop.
Keeping his rhythm he slaps your ass in between pumps. Your skin is still tender from the punishment before but the guttural sounds that Dean's making after each slap is like music to your ears. You turn your neck to look up at him, your hair falls in your face, stuck to the drool on your cheek.
He looks like a literal demon right now. His green eyes dark with lust, he can't get enough of your pussy right now and he can't hide the feeling.
“Tell me how much you want me baby, tell me how bad you've been waiting for this.” He grunts in between pumps.
You gasp as he goes even faster, deeper into your pussy. “I've… I've wanted this… for so fucking long… I'm your… your.. little slut… I'm all yours…” The words only escape your lips with each snap of his hips.
That's all he needed to shoot another load into you, this time deep into your pussy. You can feel the warmth fill you up, spreading ecstacy throughout the rest of your body. His pumps become slower and slower until he stops and slaps your ass. His cum slowly drips from your pussy onto the bed as he pulls himself out of you. The emptiness makes you let out a pathetic needy whine.
“Come lay with me for a second.” He beckons you to lie down with him. You collapse into the space next to him and he wraps his arms around you, his face resting on the crook of your neck.
“You feeling okay?” He can barely get the words out. He's out of breath from all the fun you just had. You have a feeling it's not over yet though as you can feel him rocking his still hard cock into your back.
“I'm okay Dean” You mumble, burying your face into his forearm. You're so happy you didn't even notice how disgusting both of us are right now. Cum, blood and sweat covering us and the bed. You're gonna have to strip this before Bobby sees it. Oops.
He starts kissing your neck again, gentle this time. You can't help but melt under the soft kisses, a total switch from earlier.
“You did such a good job for me baby, you deserve this now.” He whispers between kisses. “I don't know what it is about you but I can't stop. I'm intoxicated, and not just from the whiskey, I can't get enough of you.”
You nod as he slides his dick back into you with ease. Moaning together as he lazily slides in and out while holding you. His hand travels downwards so he gently rubs small, tight circles around your swollen clit. He knows exactly what to do to make you cum again.
Rocking together, kissing your neck and rubbing your clit you both manage to cum at the same time. Your throat is raw as you moan through it. You're fucking exhausted at this point but you don't know if you want him to stop. Luckily he chooses for you.
He slides out, the bed is soaking wet after everything you both just did. He doesn't move though, you roll over to lay on his chest. He's perfect. Tonight was perfect. Your mind races to so many different places that you don't even notice him staring down at you.
“What are you thinking now? Scared of me?” He's barely whispering.
You prop yourself up so you can look at him. “Why would I be scared of you?”
“I don't know- I- I've spent what feels like an eternity in Hell. All I've wanted was to come back and be with you. All I've wanted is you.” He sounds so sad but sincere.
“You have me Dean.” You tap on your hip, wincing a bit. “You really think I'd let you carve your name into me if you didn't have all of me?” You let out a small laugh and it makes him smile as well.
“So that's settled then. You're mine.” He smiles again as he says this. His eyes lighting up as you nod your head on his chest.
“I'm yours Dean Winchester. Always have, always will be.”
