#grumpy dean

[unadulteratedchaoscreation]

I updated my supernatural fic after 7 months so i am actually proud of myself.

Anyway, its "closer" on ao3 by NerdMoony

Any review is appreciated.

[dothwrites]

161 please??

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google doth always taking prompts

161--Where did that cat come from?

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The rainstorm starts when Dean pulls into the space outside the bunker’s door. It’ll be a pain in the ass to reverse and pull into the garage, plus he and Sam have a trunk full of groceries, so Dean just curses and puts the Impala into park before he gets out of the car. Water droplets start to pelt against the top of his head and the back of his neck as he loads as many bags on his wrists and arms as humanly possible. 

From there, it’s a quick trip down the bunker stairs. Sam follows behind, with a more modest amount of bags swinging from his hands. Dean walks quickly, cognizant of his struggling circulation, not to mention the unpleasant wind of a single bead of water down his spine. Their steps echo down the bunker stairs, which would alert Cas to their presence, even if the “Cas, we’re home!” didn’t. 

“Shut up,” Dean automatically says when he hears Sam’s poorly repressed snigger. 

“Needy much?” Sam does a faulty reproduction of Dean’s voice, making sure to give him a falsetto. “Cas, we’re home!” He continues to snicker as they make their way to the kitchen. “You’re about one step away from Lucy.” 

“Ok, first of all, it was Ricky Ricardo who said those lines and secondly--shut up.” Ok, so not the best comeback. Blame the rain and his screaming wrists and arms. Dean flushes and turns away from Sam as he lifts the groceries onto the counter with a quiet grunt. 

“Nice job, He-Man. Maybe next time you could try multiple trips?” 

“Go out? More than once? For groceries? Sam, it’s like you don’t even know me.” Dean starts unpacking the bags, pausing when he reaches a certain jar. “Cas! We’re in the kitchen!” 

On the opposite side of the kitchen, Sam starts to hum something that sounds like needy baby needy baby. Dean debates throwing a can of green beans at the back of his shaggy moose head. He settles for lobbing a poisonous glare at Sam’s head and not letting up until his brother turns around. 

“Hey, he dipped out on grocery shopping. The least he could do is come and help put the stuff away.” Plus Dean bought a jar of the good stuff for Cas, organic, comb in honey. It cost him an arm and a leg, but it’ll be worth it once he sees the pleased, shy smile spread across Cas’ face, which he can’t see until his boyfriend makes his way to the kitchen. 

Sam must catch sight of the honey because he lets out a very unflattering snort. Dean defensively scoops the honey out of sight. “It’s good for the environment,” he defends, despite the fact that he’s never recycled a day in his life. 

“Sure.” Sam really shouldn’t sound so smug, Mr. I Drink Kale Smoothies and Poop Compost. “Look, all I’m saying is that if my boyfriend had me that whipped, then I would at least own it.” 

“Your boyfriend would run away from your ugly face,” Dean snidely digs. Far from dissolving into a snotty mess, Sam just makes a very rude gesture involving use of a singular finger, and turns around to continue stocking the freezer with pizza rolls. 

The first sign of trouble is a singular sneeze. Dean shakes it off--it was raining outside, pollen is in the air, and the bunker that they live in was made by a bunch of old, dead guys, so there’s bound to be some dust. 

The second, third, and fourth sneezes come as more of a puzzle. 

Sam, ever the solicitous brother, raises an eyebrow. “You dying or what?” he asks. 

“Or what,” Dean wheezes, though his eyes are watery and itchy. A rattle starts in his throat as another sneeze rocks through his body. This is not normal. In fact, he only gets like this when...

Cas walks into the kitchen, wearing jeans and one of Dean’s hoodies that’s just a bit too big for him in the arms (though it stretches delightfully across his chest and shoulders). As soon as he crosses the threshold of the kitchen, as if on command, Dean sneezes. 

Through watery eyes, Dean squints at the suspicious bulge in the front of the hoodie pocket. Castiel casually shifts to the side to hide it, but it’s too late. Dean just saw something move. Cas might be happy to see him, but he’s nowhere near that happy. 

“Whatcha got there Cas?” He tries to make it clear from his tone that his question is not a polite request. 

It’s not every day that Dean gets to see a former angel of the Lord acting shifty, but that’s exactly what he gets to see as Cas tries to sidle his way out of the kitchen. “Cas,” Dean barks. Cas shuffles his feet as he plasters a very unconvincing look of innocence on his face. “What’s in your pocket?”

His facade of hardass suffers from the sneeze that rockets through his body, but it’s enough. Cas walks into the kitchen. Sam, intrigued by the drama, draws closer, but Dean’s eyes are focused on Cas’ hand as it dips into the hoodie pocket. 

Castiel withdraws his hand, holding his burden out for inspection. Out of the corner of his eye, Dean sees Sam’s mouth drop open in a paroxysm of delight (fucking softie). For his part, Dean greets the reveal with three consecutive sneezes, each one more violent than the last. 

“Cas,” Dean finally says, sniffling around his words, “where did that cat come from?” 

The cat in question can’t be much more than a kitten. It sits easily in Cas’ large hand. Luminous green eyes blink up slowly at him through a haze of black fur. As Dean watches, the kitten opens its mouth, revealing tiny sharp teeth and a pink tongue. A soft mew fills the space. 

Dean answers it with a sniffle. 

“I was out in the garden earlier today,” Cas begins. He doesn’t even have the good grace to look guilty as he pulls the kitten in close to his chest. Dean winces (that’s a hell of a lot of dander and fur that’s winding up on an article of clothing that still technically belongs to him) before he outright flinches as the kitten digs its claws into the fabric. Say goodbye to that particular hoodie. 

“It was just starting to rain and I found her.” Cas looks at him, all huge blue eyes and plaintive voice. “She was cold and shivering. I don’t think that she’d eaten for several days.” 

Great. Just great. Dean can already see where this is going and exactly what parts they’re all going to fall into. Cas, the crusader for justice and kindness, Sam, the well-intentioned supporter, and Dean, the cruel hand of logic. 

“Well, feed her, and then after the rain finishes we can take her to the shelter.” 

Next to him, Sam gasps. Cas’ mouth turns down in a stubborn frown. 

“Dean, the shelter is a kill shelter.” Sam’s voice sounds as scandalized as though Dean had suggested that they carpet bomb the whole town. 

“It’s a kitten. It’s cute. It’ll get adopted in like three seconds. I mean, it’s already got the two of you wrapped around its little dagger claws.” 

There’s something embarrassing about the soppy eyes that both Sam and Cas shoot towards the kitten. No angel should look that sickly sweet. 

“Dean, cats are fairly low maintenance,” Cas begins, which is exactly where Dean thought this talk was headed. 

“I have allergies!” Dean protests, to be met with unsympathetic looks from both his brother and his boyfriend. Traitors. “Plus, who’s going to take care of it when we go on hunts? We going to pay the neighbors to come over into our super secret bunker filled with satanic stuff?” 

Cas’ mouth flattens. “There are several establishments in town which cater to the boarding of pets.” Great. He’s already done research. “Also, many stores offer over the counter products designed to alleviate the symptoms of allergies.” 

Between Sam’s puppy eyes and Cas’ jutting lower lip, Dean feels his defenses wavering. “You’d better keep it away from my room. And if it starts pissing on the floors or tearing up the furniture, it’s out of here. And you’re,” he points to both Sam and Cas, “going to pay for my allergy meds. And you’re going to feed it and pay for all its stuff.” He’s never felt more like a dad than in that moment, lecturing his brother and boyfriend on the proper care of the cat. “This is your pet; I’m not going to take care of it!” 

Cas nods earnestly before he walks across the kitchen and kisses the bolt of his jaw, right in the sweet spot that always turns Dean weak in the knees. Bastard knows exactly how to play him. Dean turns his head to kiss Cas properly, ignoring Sam’s gagging noises in the background. Cas hums into the kiss, his teeth ghosting over Dean’s lower lip in a hint of a tease. 

Dean’s just ready to make it a proper kiss, Sam be damned, when he’s stabbed. Yelping in pain, he jumps backward, glaring at the tiny, cockblocking, ball of fluff still held in Cas’ hands. The kitten retracts the minuscule knives attached to its paws as it blinks innocently up at him.

“Oh, I think you must have squashed her,” Cas says, rubbing a finger underneath the kitten’s chin.

For its part, the kitten yawns at Dean before falling asleep. 

“Yeah,” Dean mutters, massaging at his wound (seriously, he’s bleeding and Sam is just laughing at him like an asshole). “Yeah, this is going to turn out swell.

(It comes to no one’s surprise, least of all Dean’s, when he goes to bed and finds not only Castiel, but the kitten curled up on his mattress. I said she’s not allowed on the bed, Dean tries, but the protest is weak at best, especially when Cas has decided to play dirty and is lying bare-chested with the sheet artfully draped over his waist. 

Well, I could take her back to my room, Cas murmurs, scooping up the kitten, and Dean’s going hellishly soft in his old age because he just says Over my dead body, before crawling over the mattress to where Cas waits. The kitten finds her way to the floor. 

In the morning, Dean wakes up with his nose running and his eyes gummy, due to the fucking cat who has decided to sleep less than a foot away from his face. The heated kiss that Cas gives him when he wakes up only partially helps to stop his bitching.)

[compo67]

The Tamale Commission

It’s Christmas time in The Chicago Verse! Join Dean as he runs errands through the neighborhood with some unexpected epiphanies. 

So this fic was the result of a lot of inspiration, help, and teamwork from lots of folks! Allow me a moment to thank them:

Special thanks to @thefriendlypigeon who provided the spectacular line art of these two. It’s spot on exactly how I picture TCV Sam and Dean. Please be sure to leave them a comment and support our fandom artists! <3

Shout outs to my sister for coloring Sam and Dean as part of my Christmas present, and the ever-wonderful @debivc78, my beta and BFF. 

And thank you to C for the help with Spanish and providing motivation. Thank you to Lochinvar for a beautiful gift of a fic, The Artist, which has truly made my year. 

And last but not least, thank you to YOU, dearest reader, for being here. <3

Okay, go read! Go! 

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[holylulusworld]

Grumpy Baby

Summary: Dean is grumpy again. You try to lighten his mood.

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam, Castiel

Warnings: language, grumpy Dean, dirty talk, smut, unprotected sex, library sex, hair pulling (a hint?), a hint of voyeurism

 Scrunching up his nose Dean looks at his food. Seeing him swearing under his breath you shake your head. Lately, Dean is beyond grumpy.

“Man stop acting like a cranky old man. It’s just some salad on your burger. It’s healthy. Eat it!” You mutter.

“I don’t need that green rubbish. I want meat.” Dean retorts.

“And I want a healthy hunting partner who doesn’t need some minutes to catch his breath after a short sprint.” You grunt now.

“I’m not panting!”

“Sure. Whatever makes you grumpy do something against it. You are annoying everyone. Even Cas is losing his patience.” You yell storming out of the library. Looking at the burger once again he shakes his head.

“Healthy rubbish…”

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Later that day you bring Dean a peace offering. Pie. Apple pie. Placing a piece in front of Dean you roll your eyes when he shoves it away.

“It’s pie, Dean. Come on.”

“I want cherry pie, not apple pie,” Dean mutters once again.

“You are unbelievable! I baked you a goddamn pie and you have the guts to tell me it’s the wrong fruit I used?”

“I want cherry.”

“Grumpy idiot!”

“I’m not grumpy or an idiot!” Dean talks back.

“Fine. You are a grumpy baby then.”

“Take that back! This is all your fault!”

Beyond mad you storm toward Dean’s chair slapping his cheek you stare down at the tall hunter.

“My fault? I’m trying to lighten your mood for weeks now. Everyone is annoyed by your behavior. I even baked you a pie only to hear that it’s not the right one.”

“It is your fault,” Dean yells now jumping out of his chair. Towering over you he angrily clenches his jaw.

“Oh, enlighten me, Dean. How is it my fault that you act like a grumpy baby for weeks?”

“Running around in nothing but one of my flannels. I know you only wear a lace panty either. Do you have the slightest idea how long I’m running around with a hard one by now?”

“Wait…what?”

“Fuck it.”

Grabbing the hem of your flannel Dean crushes his lips onto yours. Pushing against his chest you want to break free.

“What the fuck Dean!”

“Mine. You are mine! I’ll make you mine right now.” He growls and you swallow hard.

“Uh…we are friends…this isn’t a good idea.” You stammer but when Dean looks at you like he wants to devour you your core starts aching.

“I’m going to fuck you right here and now. Panties off!”

“Shit…not here!”

“Right here!”

“No, Cas and Sam…” You try but Dean is already pushing you onto the table.

“Dean!” You shriek but you got no chance to protect. Chuckling he covers your body with his own. Lips brushing over yours he hums when you start whimpering.

The next moment he rips your flannel open only to stare at your naked chest.

“Fucking perfect. Look at those perky tits. Mine.”

Flicking his tongue around one nipple he leaves it hard and wet before sucking the other into his sinful mouth. Moaning you tug at his hair harshly when you feel him brushing his finger over your soaked panties.

Licking, nipping and kissing down your stomach Dean groans when you start kneading your breasts. Stopping right in front of your covered mound you feel his hot breath against your panties.

“Hands above your head. Don’t move or I’ll stop.”

“Dean…”

“Hands!”

Nodding you place your hands above your head. Hands hooked under your knees Dean pulls your legs up. Whimpering you watch him ripping your panties apart but you couldn’t care less. The moment the fabric hits the floor Dean’s tongue runs along your sex, licking a long stripe from your entrance to your clit. His fingers start tracing your hole before he looks up at you with lust-blown emerald eyes.

“What do you want?” Dean asks.

“I…”

“Tell me what you want!”

“Fuck me. Dean. God…I want you to fuck me.”

“Good girl.”

Squeezing your eyes shut you feel him sliding his tongue through your folds. Circling it around your clit he finally pushes two fingers into you. You want to watch him, but the feeling is too intense. Eyes still closed you scream when he starts sucking your bundle of nerves into his mouth.

“Shit. Fucking sexy when you come.”

Ashamed you came so fast your face turns crimson, but you get no time to overthink things as Dean is suddenly between your legs. One last glance to find any doubts on your face and he pushes the tip in.

Gasping at the wide stretch you lock eyes with Dean while he enters you inch per inch until he bottoms out. Stilling his movement, he wraps your legs around his waist. At this point, you are already a wanton mess and when he starts pumping into your wet heat you can only take his hard thrusts.

Pulling out he slams back into you with enough force to leave bruises. Hands placed flat onto the table next to your aching body Dean grins down at you.

“I’m not done with you.”

Your rational mind would tell you that letting your best friend fucking you on a table in the middle of the library is a very bad idea, but your pussy tells you something else.

The way his hips move, the friction, hard strokes hitting the right spot deep inside of you let no doubt well up. All you can do is scream his name in extasy when you feel him thrusting into you with wildness.

“Dean…oh…god!” Bucking against the hunter you pulse around his thick shaft. You can see the bliss on his face and the sweat running down his face.

“Fuck…so tight for me.” Dean groans before he pumps long ropes of cum into your belly.

Almost collapsing on top of you he rests his head in the valley of your breasts. Gently sliding your fingers through his hair you start giggling.

“I guess you won’t be grumpy for a while now…”

“Damn right. But to be sure we should do it every day from now on. You know to avoid seeing me grumpy again.”

“Let me find the strength to walk straight again first, Dean.”

“I could just carry you by the way.”

“Okay. Just a minute.”

“Guys…please do it anytime but not in the library…disgusting,” Sam mutters covering his eyes.

“Why did Dean and Y/N copulate in the library?” Castiel wants to know.

“As those two are animals. There’s even pie on the table. We eat there…work and you just…You will clean this mess later you pervert!” Sam mutters storming out of the library.

“I guess Sam needs to get laid too…” You chuckle.

“Hmmm…you might be right… We could make him jealous right now by doing it again…”

“Not here again!”

“In my room then?”

“Lead the way, my grumpy baby…”

“I will need to teach you some manners…”

“Bring it…”

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[frozen-delight]

Deanisms: Oh, come on!

[ignitesparksforever]

Imagine If you run into your missing boyfriend who is a Demon. Even as Demon, Dean is protective over you.

"Sweetcheecks, told you to not run off without me. I am just looking out for you." Dean says, as you eyes fall to the two dead demons on the ground who were trying to kidnap you.

"I needed some fresh air." You spoke back to only have Dean to look at you suspiciously.

"Next time, tell me. I might be a demon, however it doesn't change the fact that you have bounty on your head, because of it. For your own safety, it's best not to walk out alone." You sighed in defeat.

"Fine. Walk with me then, but answer this question first.... am I weakness for you? Is that why those demons over there tried to kidnap me." You said to look at those gorgeous eyes of his. "Answer it honestly."

"You are never a weakness to me, [Y/N] . You are the opposite." Dean says without any emotion in his eyes. He wraps an arm around your shoulders. "Let get this walk over with."

You smiled a little and lean against his chest.

He does care about you. You felt a kiss on you head and jump in surprise. "Did you just show affection?"

Dean growls. "You were the one who was whining about it earlier. Now Shut your mouth and enjoy it."

[spn-imagines-nation]

“You could at least say “Hi” you know ? Not just growling like a bear.”

“Silence and coffee first. After I’ll think about that crap.”

[roxy-davenport]

Vegan Bakeries Are Evil

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 686

Beta: @gettinjoyful

A/N: Fluff, dialogue based, sort of witty repartee. Dean being a vegan hater. Lol. :D Bit of a shorty. I was inspired by this gif to write a short drabble. Enjoy.

                                Also on AO3

“I always knew I’d find the source of evil at a vegan bakery.”

You rolled your eyes. You’d love to know the origin story for Dean’s vegan hatred, not like he’d tell you though. And that question didn’t just roll off the tongue during pillow talk. One of these days, you’ll figure it out.

7AM was way too early for this and you were way too hangry. He should know better than to mess with you when you didn’t have your coffee. Tsk. Tsk.

"Dramatic much, Winchester? Come on. Do you really want to waste time finding “proper” food? Seven people dead, Dean. Seven people! We have to gank this monster, like now! Surely, you can put your stomach second to that many deaths. Besides, it's not that bad Dean. Would it kill you to eat healthy for once?"

"Probably.”

You glared at him. "Just promise me you won't gank any civilians or vegan cupcakes, capiche?"

Dean grumbled a barely audible reply. You simply sighed in response.

"I'll have a large, hemp milk, latte with peppermint and vanilla, an apple and cheddar, gluten-free, vegan, scone, and a vegan, gluten-free, coffee, muffin, please. Mr. Grumpy, over here will have a large black cup of coffee with a gluten-free, vegan, cherry pie."

Dean looked at you incredulously regarding your order. He was half nauseated, half curious really. He was definitely outside his comfort zone here, but your order kind of sounded yummy. Not that he would let you know that of course. He can’t be curious; vegan bakeries are evil after all. That’s his party line. But then you ordered for him, without even asking. He was about to protest when you said the word “pie.” He couldn’t help but lick his lips when you said it. He really needed a piece of pie today.

"There's pie?” he asked, eyes lit up with excitement. “Wait a minute, gluten-free vegan pie? They better not have butchered it!" he sort of whispered, but loud enough that the cashier heard.

The cashier looked amiss at Dean's statement. You nearly facepalmed, trying to think of a way to remedy the situation so the cashier didn’t spit into your coffee.

The cashier glared at Dean, "I assure you Sir, all of these are made daily, using all-organic ingredients, in a dedicated gluten-free kitchen with a world renowned chef. We don’t butcher pie!"

You giggled nervously, trying to defuse the situation. "I apologize for him. He gets a bit cranky in the mornings. Him hangry is never pretty. Go to the car big boy, I got this,” you said with a wink. Dean is about to protest when you add, "If you want the pie go wait in the car,” your voice firmer this time, your eyes alight with dangerous intent if he disobeyed.

Dean was usually the Dom in the relationship but man, was this situation sexy to him. He secretly loved a strong woman taking charge from time to time, mind you. Dean acted like he hated it, couldn’t reveal his secret now. Dean grumbled something probably less than positive, but did as you asked, and walked out the door, head down. Sam was waiting in the backseat but when he saw Dean, he'd smiled knowingly.

"She got kicked you out again? Really, can't take you anywhere these days,” he sassed.

"Shut-up Sammy,” Dean says grumpily.

You came out with a smile on your face, walked over to the Impala and gave Dean his order. You refused to let Dean’s little kerfuffle there, ruin your morning. Sam already caught a bite to eat when he was out running. Smart man. That way, he could just start the case. He was just waiting on you two to eat something.

You climbed into the passenger seat of the Impala ready to start the case. By the looks of it, the case was going to be a doozy. Some mornings are more difficult than others especially with the sometimes hangry, food snob, Dean, but you wouldn't trade hunting with the Winchesters for anything. And everything was always better with coffee.

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