Dean Winchester never had a problem with stealing. A jar of peanut butter and a loaf of bread had been the one and only time he had got caught as a kid. As if that had been his first time (or last). As he got older, it had been a case of ‘Hell, I deserve this’; lifting porn from a shut down rural gas station, a priority for anyone who had just spent forty years in Hell. The Viagra had been a fun ‘lift’, although Sam’s ass would disagree. Most recently it had been a baggie full of pot carefully removed from the pocket of whom Dean had referred to as ‘Ganja Girl’ while they discussed junk-less green-eyed monsters. Sam smelt it the moment they were in the car and had shut their doors. In sync, naturally.
Warnings: Smut, use of marijuana, high sex, PWP, oral sex (male receiving), unprotected sex, sex on a couch….
Summary: You and Dean get high and you use the opportunity to take things between the two of you a step further.
Word Count: 2236
A/N: For better or worse say that I was recently inspired by certain events to write this story. It might not be the most creative thing I have ever come up with but tell me who doesn’t want to get high and sleep with a Winchester?
You felt the drag of his skin against yours, the slight bump and tug of nothing more or less than his most delicate touch, and the only part of you that he had touched was his hand against yours. Still, you felt a tingle shoot through you at the sensation. There was always a rush you got when the two of you did this together. It wasn’t illegal anymore but as you watched him take the joint out of your hand and place it between his thumb and pointer fingers and suck you couldn’t help but wish that it was a part of you between his lips.
“Dean, hurry up,” you said as you reached toward him to grab the joint back.
You knew you were always weird when you got high but you didn’t really have it in you to care at the moment.
He coughed back at you before choking out, “Geez, just wait your turn Y/N,” before he turned his bloodshot eyes in your direction and started to squint at you like there was some puzzle in front of him that he was trying to solve.
“Actually,” he added just before he handed you the burning cherry in between his fingers, “do you want to do shotguns?”
You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, this is how things always went between the two of you when you got high. Dean would pretend to come up with the idea to lightly press his plush lips against yours, and after blowing the smoke from deep in his lungs into yours, his tongue would, “accidentally” slip between your parted lips, and soon you would be full on making out.
It wasn’t like any of this bothered you exactly, it was more that it was the only time Dean ever acted brave enough to pull any moves on you, but this time you told yourself, you would be ready.
“Sure,” you smiled at him, trying to keep up the game of indifference outwardly, even though your heart had started racing, “Let’s do it,” you said as you scooted towards him, coming to rest in between his spread open knees.
You made sure to wiggle yourself until you were firmly smashed up against the hard line of his abs that made their way up to his well-defined chest. You could feel his breathing speed up a little with your closeness. Still, you acted like pure innocence as you tilted your head back up to look at him. His green eyes were slightly darker than usual as he peered down at you. He inhaled the smoking joint he had pinched in his fingers, and just like you expected he moved his lips towards yours.
This time, however, you surged up to meet him, and there was a slight sting as your lips crashed against his. When he let his breath out in an unexpected rush you didn’t even care that the smoke had missed the chance to pass between the two of you. You focused on moving your body so you could start spreading your legs over his and grinding your hips down against his.
“What,” Dean said as he pulled back slightly, “What are you doing Y/N?”
Again you rolled your eyes, as if it wasn’t obvious, before pushing your mouth against his again.
“What does it look like Winchester?” You asked as you paused briefly in your mission to seduce the older Winchester.
“Are you sure?” Dean said as he looked innocently at your face.
It struck you in that moment, that for all the girls that Dean had been with, he was still always and forever a gentleman. You loved that about him. He had never been the type of guy to pressure you into sleeping with him. As a friend he had just accepted his role between the two of you never asking for more, the only hint he even returned your feelings was when it would start seeping out at times like these when the weed allowed him to drop the barrier he had built up in all of his relationships.
“I’m positive,” you said before deepening the kiss between you.
You could feel him hardening against you now, where you were still continuing to roll your hips against his, and you smiled against his lips at his arousal. You started to reach for the hem of his t-shirt but he beat you to the punch, pulling at the edge of your shirt and bringing it over your head and briefly breaking your kiss.
You quickly unhooked your bra exposing your chest to him. You didn’t even hesitate in the motion. You felt totally relaxed with Dean in the moment. You were a little frustrated because he was still fully dressed but at your unintentional huff of frustration, Dean whipped his plain white tee up and over his head, ruffling his hair slightly.
For a second you were left thinking about what he had done with the remains of the joint you had been puffing on, but at the slight sting of his perfectly straight teeth biting into your shoulder, your mind shifted it’s focus solely onto Dean sitting grinding his hips against the motion you were setting with your own.
Tipping your head down you spoke softly next to his ear, “we need to be more naked, like now,” it wasn’t meant to be a seductive tease, you were so ready to have him inside you though, you were dripping wet, and you literally knew you would go insane if he wasn’t touching you in a matter of seconds.
“Alright,” he said laughing as he helped the two of you up off the ground to stand up, “whatever you want princess.”
You couldn’t help your eyes from wandering from your own hands trying to unfasten your belt with clumsy fingers to the much more interesting show of Dean undoing the button on his jeans, his bulge clearly visible even through the thick denim. You watched with what must have been the most stupid lusted out expression on your face as he pulled off his jeans and boxers in one quick motion and stepped out of them. Gratefully, he had taken off his stupid workboots earlier because it meant one less step between total nudity.
Briefly, you let your mind wander again.
“Dean,” you said and you watched how his eyes immediately locked onto yours, “do you know where Sammy is?”
His face broke into a sly smile, “we’re good, he is probably hours away by now, buried up to his eyeballs in research.”
“Perfect,” you said closing the distance that had built between the two of you.
You wrapped your arms around Dean’s neck, and pushed yourself up on your tippy toes, nuzzling the warm spot right at the center of his chest. You bent your neck back to look up at him.
“Hi,” you said softly.
“Hey,” he replied, but soon the words were unimportant.
He had allowed himself to become as relaxed as you were. His lips moved towards yours in what felt like slow motion. When you felt his firm yet pliant touch of his mouth against yours, you matched the movements of his lips, allowing him time to slowly deepen the kiss. When he finally did, slipping his tongue inside of your parted lips, he fisted his hand in your hair and brought his other hand to your waist. You felt his fingers travel swiftly up towards your tits, and when his thumb brushed against your nipple you groaned.
“Dean,” you said pulling apart from him to steady your breathing, “I want to touch you.”
It was true, it was a strange angle, but he understood what you meant and took a step back from you and let his hands fall from your body. You crawled onto your knees in front of him.
“You look so beautiful like that,” he said as his hand went to the side of your face.
You couldn’t help the dip of your stomach, and you knew it wasn’t just from the hungry lust that was building inside of you, it was the softness of his touch it was filled with love and warmth that you couldn’t get enough of. Instead of telling him just how much you felt the same, you dipped your head towards his massive erection, the tip of him almost hitting you in the face and you sucked him partially into your mouth. Allowing him to rest against your tongue for a moment while you relaxed your jaw.
Quickly, you started to speed things up, and when his fingers scraped against your face, you knew you had caught him off guard. You bobbed your head up and down, you fist pumping him along with your motion of your head, and your tongue gliding along the underside of his dick. There was a salty tang that filled your mouth with every pulse of his arousal, his precome indicating just how much he was enjoying your time together.
“Hey,” he said as he pushed on the top of your head, causing you to pause and look up, “you’ve got to stop, otherwise I am going to come.”
You pulled off of him and batted your lashes at him seductively, “you should let me make you come then,” you said.
“Not just yet,” he said as he hefted you up, pulling you by the forearms back onto your feet, before kissing you heatedly and pausing to add, “because I still want to do this,” before he moved just enough to angle you to be able to fall comfortably back onto the couch that you had set up in the living room of the bunker.
You felt like you were 15 again, fooling around with the boy next door while your parents were out, your heart was racing in your chest. It was a combination of the weed that you had smoked earlier, the strange suspicion that Sam might still come back and catch you, and the way those spring green eyes were looking at you.
“Now this is perfect,” he said speaking from where he stood over you.
Climbing on top of you, you didn’t care that the couch was small and the two of you barely fit, it felt intimate and a little naughty to be doing this somewhere other than your own bed.
“You’re telling me,” you moaned out as his lips traveled down your neck and stopped briefly to bite at the edge of your shoulder.
It was hard to focus on his lips when his hand made it way in between your legs, you could feel the way his fingers moved against you smoothly due to how slick you were already, you wanted nothing more than to have him shove his dick inside of you but he made sure to tease you a bit instead.
“I’m ready,” you said as his fingers toyed with your lips and then slowly began to circle around your swollen clit.
“Oh yeah, let me check,” he said even though you knew he was just toying with you as he thrust a finger inside of you, it was nice to feel the slight stretch but it wasn’t quite enough to tip you over the edge of your pleasure.
“Please, please Dean I need you,” you said softly.
That was all it took. He lifted himself off you so that he could squeeze behind you, your back pressed against his chest. You felt his dick pressed up against the curve of your ass, but you lifted your knee slightly to spread your legs so he could rub the tip of his cock through the juices dripping from your pussy. The position was perfect, even though he couldn’t move quickly with limited space he was able to hit that spot deep inside of you that made your blood feel like it was being lit on fire. With every push of his hips, you could feel him bottoming out against you.
“God, so deep,” you groaned.
“You’re,” he grunted behind you, “so tight.”
He moved his fingers to your clit, and then you were gone, you felt your whole core clenching around his length. Your limbs were tight, fingers and toes curled inward with the force of your orgasm and everything around you were totally blanked out with the pleasure.
You barely even registered the fact that he had come inside of you only moments after you had tipped over the edge. That was until he moved to pull his softening member out of you.
A part of you knew you should be getting up and cleaning yourself off just in case Sam did come back, but you were so tired, all you could do was lie there when Dean draped his arm over your waist.
“I hope this wasn’t a one-time thing,” he whispered, and you knew exactly what he meant, still you weren’t sure how you felt about everything now that the two of you had finished making love.
“Well,” you added, “I think I have some more weed up in my bedroom.”
You felt his forehead pressed against the back of your skull and his fingers slowly brushed along the skin on your stomach.
“I guess we should head to your room,” was all he had to say.
You knew there was still plenty of time to figure out where you stood with Dean.
12, either Gabriel and Kevin or Sam and Dean(idk I just think that prompt is so funny and could be really cool to read!!)
“Are you high?”
“Yeessss.”
“God dammit, Dean…” Sam sighed, rubbing his temple, “When did this happen?”
“Some jerks outside the bar,” Dean was laying on the motel bed, as they were on a case, and he stared up at the ceiling.
Sam shook his head, “Well, you should get some rest. Come on, Dean, just sleep it off,” he went to his brother and started unlacing his boots, getting him ready for sleep. He didn’t expect Dean to giggle when one boot slipped off and Sam’s fingers brushed his sole.
Sam grinned, “Sohorry, Dean. Ticklish?”
“Youhu know I am, Bitchy McBitchens…”
Sam snorted and took off the other boot, tickling Dean’s arch on purpose now, scratching his fingers up and down. Dean squealed and tried to kick his legs away, but his reflexes were slower than normal.
“SAAAHAHAMMY!”
“Dehean, you’re too much,” Sam chuckled and walked up to the side of the bed, “Let’s get your jacket off,” he said.
“But I need it,” Dean whined, recovering from the foot tickles.
“No, you don’t. The only thing you need is sleep.”
“But Sammyyyyyy…”
Sam rolled his eyes and wrestled with Dean to get his jacket off, honestly not even trying to tickle him this time. But Dean burst into giggles anyway, claiming Sam was tickling him even though Sam’s hands were nowhere near his brother’s sides.
Sam giggled, “Dehean, calm down,” he took off the jacket finally.
Dean panted, “Thahahat tihickled, youhuhu cheater…”
“Didn’t even touch you, Dehean,” Sam now worked on tucking his older brother in. He yanked the covers from under Dean and smirked when he tweaked his side before pulling the blanket up to his chin.
Dean squeaked, “Hey! Thahat was definitely youhu.”
Sam shrugged, “You caught me. All tucked in, Dean?” he felt around the covers, grinning as he played around with Dean more and pinched his sides, ribs, hips, whatever he could as he felt the covers.
Dean was laughing within seconds, squeaking and barely jerking.
“Ahalright, you seem good. Goodnight, Dean,” Sam smiled.
“G-G’nihight, Sammy… love you,” Dean shut his eyes and mumbled as he was falling asleep.
I loved playing with @holywaterbucketchallenge’s & @demondean-for-kingofhell 's of Dean smoking cursed weed that I came back to the sandbox and played with your toys again. I couldn’t help it, ya’ll have fun sand toys! Their original post is here and my first installment is here.
thank you both for allowing me to write in your world.
warnings- cursing, mentions of smoking weed
Sam opened his eyes and immediately slammed them shut again as he burrowed under his blankets to try to tune out the music blaring throughout the bunker.
NANTS IGNONYAMA BAGITHI BABA
SITHI UHM IGONYAMA
NANTS IGNONYAMA BAGITHI BABA
SITHI UHM IGONYAMA
IGNOYAMA
SIYO NQOBA
He gave up on trying to sleep and stormed out to the kitchen where his brother was steadily eating the apple pie straight from the pan that Sam pick up yesterday at the store.
Sam patience with his brother’s cursed weed high was stretched thin when he threw his arms out and yelled, “Dean, what the fuck is with your obsession with The Lion King?” Before Dean could swallow his pie and answer, Sam continued. “Yesterday it was the song from the monkey in the tree, today its The Circle of Life, what’s tomorrow? Hakuna Matata?” Sam breathed heavily through his nose as he waited for an answer.
Dean looked up at him; mouth covered with piecrust and beamed widely at his little brother. “What a wonderful phrase!” He dropped his fork with a clatter into the pie tin, stood up and started dancing around the kitchen singing, “It’s our problem FREEEEEE, PHILOSOPHYYYY, HAKUNA MATATA!!” He made his way back over to Sam, grinning all the while.
Sam’s irritation drained from him, as he couldn’t help but smile back at his brother’s exuberance. It wasn’t Dean’s fault that The Men of Letters didn’t file the weed with the cursed objects. Dean just smoked a little to relax, not to revert to the most ridiculous version of himself. Then Sam remembered the other items that he picked up at the store yesterday along with the pie.
“Hey, Dean, I’ve got a surprise for you!” Sam tantalized.
Dean’s bleary eyes focused on Sam and he waited expectantly.
“Wait right here, I’ll be back in a few minutes with your surprise,” Sam turned around and walked out of Dean’s sight, who shrugged and sat down to finish eating his pie.
Sam returned to the kitchen with a duffel bag slung over his shoulder and asked, “You ready?” His eyes twinkled with excitement.
“For what?” Dean stood, swaying a bit.
“C’mon, it’ll be fun. Follow me,” Sam led Dean up the stairs to the bunker’s front door and pushed it open, leading Dean to the nearby woods all the while he was questioning Sam nonstop.
“Are we there yet? What’s in the bag? Can I eat it? Is it more pie?” When he mentioned pie, Dean’s eyes glazed over in the memory of the delicious pie and stopped walking while he daydreamed of pie.
Sam kept walking before he realized Dean wasn’t with him, backtracked a few steps and dragged his brother along with him to the clearing in the woods. He set the duffel bag down between them and unzipped it. Inside were two smaller bags.
Dean leaned over and reached out a hand to touch one of the bags and Sam slapped it. Dean jerked his hand back and looked wide eyed at his brother. At Dean’s expression, Sam started grinning and reached down, grabbed the bag, and handed it to Dean.
Dean opened the bag and a huge smile spread across is face; inside the bag was filled to the brim with colorful water balloons and water guns.
Sam handed Dean his ammo with the instructions, “No tree climbing and no demon summoning,” Sam hoped that the fight would tire his brother out for a while so he could clean up the books still lying on the floor from yesterday when Dean wanted to arrange them so they’d be in rainbow color.
Dean examined his bag’s contents and gave his little brother a large dopey smile, “Sammy, this is going to be a blast!” He took off towards the rim of the clearing and stopped dead and stared at the ground.
“Dean? You okay?” Sam called out.
“Sammy, I can see the rocks through the trees and they’re pretty.”
Sam sighed and prayed for patience and hoped that Dean would be himself sooner rather than later. He shrugged it off because you can only work with what you have and what he had was a bag full of water balloons and a water gun. He reached into the bag, grabbed a balloon, and launched it at the back of Dean’s head. Bullseye.
Dean shook the water off and turned and chased Sam with his own balloon in hand and threw it, but it fell short and exploded on the ground.
Sam bent over with laughter and it gave Dean a few precious seconds to run closer and soak his brother with a couple of carefully aimed balloons of his own. Dean wheezed out, “Wet moose in the forest. Whoda thunk it?” He was promptly squirted in the face for his comment.
The boys launched balloons at each other until they were both soaking wet and breathless from laughter. Sam slung his arm around his brother’s neck to lead Dean back to the bunker.
“Sammy, you know why do we don’t normally have any fun?” Dean asked while looking up at Sam.
Sam could hear in Dean’s tone that he had been thinking hard about this question and hoped that he was on the downside of his high, “I have no idea. Why?”
“Because we’re the L-L-Losechesters!” Dean cackled until he fell on the ground and nearly pulled Sam down with him.
Sam watched Dean cry with laughter and shook his head as he let out a few chuckles. Even though Dean was getting more stupid the longer he was high, Sam enjoyed the time together.
Sam grabbed Dean under his elbow and hoisted his brother back to his feet. “C’mon, let’s get you back to the bunker and grab some lunch.”
Usually I didn't do drugs but on the hunt something happened and so I was high and well my head pounded the world was swirling colors and even a baby demon could kill me if they wanted.
"That...that's in me?"
"O-only half of it."
"Does that snot look familiar?"
"Okay, so whatever turned Gerry Browder into a pumpkin head...and is currently turning Dean into an idiot-"
"I'm right here...right here."
"Is in the turducken slammer at Biggerson's."
"Yeah."
"It's in the meat."
"If I wasn't so chilled out right now, I would puke."
Season 7 Episode 9: How to Win Friends and Influence Monsters
