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Hey again Lulu ! I would like to write for Dean freaking Winchester (duh) And I would like the number 3 please. Also of course great congratulations and kiss kiss <3
Hi and thank you for joining.<3<3 Trope #3 is all yours.
Let me spin the bottle for you...
Your trope for #3 is...Sharing a bed.
Let me know if you want to spin again to get a different trope. ;)
15.555 Followers Celebration - Spin the bottle
Read in my mind. 😈
jAY THIS WAS TOTALLY UNCALLED FOR 😭
that motion... those fingers. i can almost feel them inside me 🥵
I definitly want to play but i'm so bad with choices, I'm actually changing my mind every 4 seconds for ages now... Harry Potter or Games of Thrones... RAAAH
don’t tell anyone, but ive never seen GoT... so I’m putting you down for the Wizard Boy. hehe
Shortest Fic I ever wrote :
Sam : Where were you ?
Y/n : Grocery.
Cas : No, you were having sexual intercourse with Dean.
Y/n : What ? No ! How would you know anyway ?!
Cas : Dean's semen is still inside of your genitals.
Sam : *spit his coffee *
Y/n : ... C-cas... sometimes... shut up.
Sam : ...
Cas : ...
Y/n : ...
That's it. Thank you @roonyxx for inspiring me.
Same 1/4 Same eyes
By Roonyxx and Jay-and-dean
Pairings : AU Dean x reader, Dean x reader
Summary : Two Deans… What could go wrong ?
Warnings : Smut, Angst, hurt (and jealous) Dean, hurt AU Dean, hurt reader… hurt everyone. Swearing, Alcohol.
Wordcount : 6k
Note : This is a collaboration beetween both of us. We can’t both edit the same post, so we decided we would post 1 chapter/2 each. So if you want to read chapter 2, it will be edited on @roonyxx ‘s blog… TOMORROW.
We both worked as much on this story and it’s the result of both our brains but also both our hearts.
Please, if you want to show love for this story, don’t forget we were together in this.
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Same eyes
The bunker was mostly silent apart from Dean’s occasional sighs and Y/n’s strongly beating heart, but only she could hear that…
While the brothers had their noses buried in the old dusty books, she looked up to him, not realizing she was staring again. She couldn’t see the green of his eyes from here, this green she always got lost into, this green that had the power to light up the darkest days…
Dean didn’t notice she was studying his face again, he never really did. And, when he finally caught her doing it from time to time, he always failed to recognize the expression in her eyes. He just smiled, loving her kindness bathing him.
This time, she was going to allow herself to catch his attention, like she dared to do sometimes, just saying something nice to see him smile… It was a move she saved for the moment she just needed him to look back, like right now.
But she didn’t had the chance to talk, as the entire bunker started to shake.
“What the… Dean ? You feel that ?” she said, when the two hunters frowned and looked around.
A bright light made them avert their eyes, books started falling from the cupboard and the lights started flickering. As soon as the disruption started, it ended.
The room was empty before, apart from the three hunters, but now two more persons occupied the place. Two more Winchesters to be precise.
“We did it.”
“Dean?”
“Sam?”
“Sam?”
“Dean?”
“Okay what the fuck?” Y/n piped up. Her eyes couldn’t decide where to look first.
“Who are you? I mean… obvious but from where are you?”
“They must be from another world, now that God is tearing them down one by one.” Sam moved closer to his doppelganger.
“Our world exploded, we just made it out in time.” Other Dean said.
Y/n was looking at Sam, well not the Sam she knew. This one was more sophisticated, had a completely different style, from his man bun tied on the back of his head to his bare ankles which made her nose scrunch in discomfort.
She didn’t notice the pair of green eyes on her while she was judging Sam’s silk scarf. When she turned to look at the other well dressed Winchester her eyes crossed the familiar green she loved so much, but these were different. They seemed lighter, they didn’t carry so much remorse and pain in them. But the way he was looking at her, it made her look down at her shirt self consciously.
“What are you looking at fancy boy ?” she grunted.
He seemed to snap out of it and came closer, grasping her hand in his, bringing it too his face to sweetly kiss her knuckles, “And you are ?”
She frowned slightly at the gesture.
“Uhm I’m Y/n” she answered.
His voice, it wasn’t like the familiar deep rumble she loved so much, it was higher, he sounded somehow more excited and curious.
Dean stepped between them, looking at this other version of him, he huffed, “Okay, I need a drink, who else ?”
They all moved to take a place at the wooden library table, the two sets of Winchesters sitting opposite of each other while Y/n sat at the head of the table, her head moving between her Dean and the other Dean.
“This is crazy…”
Man bun Sam looked at his regular version, “So this is where you live ?”
Sam nodded his head, “Uhm yeah.”
“So this is where your hunting operation is based ?”
“Well I mean it’s not much of an operation” Sam scoffed.
Dean chuckled at his brother, “We do just fine, we hunt monsters all over the country.” He looked proud at his mirror self.
“And you ? You work with them ?” The light rumble asked her, ignoring Dean’s bragging for a second, focusing on her, like she was actually the only person in the room.
“Uhm well I wouldn’t say work, we don’t get paid or anything but yeah, I’m part of the team.” She chuckled at the thought of getting paid for hunting.
“Wait, you don’t get paid ?” Other Sam held the beer in his hand with his pinky outstretched, looking at the three of them.
“You d-do ?” Dean questioned.
The alternate universe men both nodded their heads.
“Wow that’s just…” Dean scoffed and shook his head.
Y/n noticed in the corner of her eye that the new Sam and Dean kept looking at her like she has something between her teeth.
“What ? Do I have something on my face or something ?” she asked, now slightly annoyed.
“No ! Uhm no, we were wondering, are you family ?” Other universe Dean questioned.
“No, I’m just a friend.” Although she would gladly take on Winchester as her last name, she knew it was highly unlikely to happen.
“And you live here too?” said that weird version of the man she loved, bending a little more on the table to dive his piercing eyes deeper in hers, his bracelet hitting it on a delicate tinkle.
“I do” she nodded her head.
“And those two ? They don’t bother you too much?” His plump lips curled up into a smirk.
“They can be a pain in the ass but it’s manageable” she said jokingly.
“I bet you can handle them just fine.” His smile was like it was just for her. She thrived in his attention, putting her hand on his arm.
“Oh my you have no idea.”
She was intently looking at his face, counting his freckles, would they connect in the same way as Dean’s ?… She suddenly realized his eyes were looking at her lips intensely. It made her blush as she looked down at the table, confused.
Dean was looking at Y/n and other Dean. If he keeps staring at her like that I will punch him. Why is she blushing like that? He sipped from his beer as he kept an eye on the two of them.
He cleared his throat breaking their little moment, “So… Dean, no wife or girl or anything back in your world ?”
Other world Dean’s eyes switched to Y/n briefly
“Uhm no, I mean we have dad, but we got seperated in the rift, so…” the stranger said.
Normal Sam’s head snapped towards the fancy version of his brother.
“Your dad is still around?”
“Yeah he pretty much build up an entire empire from scratch” white shirt and piercing glares Dean stated.
“He likes to spoil us, always having his private label scotch at hand.” Man bun Sam said with a gentle smile.
“Sp-spoil you ?” Dean was baffled. Dean was more hoping to hear about a girlfriend or something so this other version of him would back off from Y/n.
Real Sam and Dean looked questioning at each other. But let the matter go, for now.
“What are we going to do with them ? Can we keep them ?” Y/n said jokingly to her boys.
“I would be glad to stay with you, Love.” The white of his shirt matched his teeth when he gave her a dazzling smile.
He was looking at her like her Dean never did, like he probably never will… And, if, at first, that made her slightly uncomfortable, she decided maybe she deserved to enjoy the attention just a little for now, and a radiant smile appeared on her lips.
“Oh would you, now ?” Y/n played along with this gentleman Dean’s game.
He nodded his head as he licked his lips, pupils dilating a little.
Dean stood up from the table, a scowl on his face. Seeing himself at the table was enough, but seeing himself flirt with Y/n was making him nauseous. Was she really going to fall in the trap of those stupid smiles and this immaculate shirt ? He needed to get out of here, to think, to breathe, and to rest his tired eyes…
“They can stay for now, but now way they are gonna live with us.” He grunted. “I’m gonna start make dinner for us all.”
Y/n frowned at her Dean’s behavior. “D. ? You okay ?”
He gave her a sarcastic smile, not realizing how aggressive it can look for her.
“Peachy Sweetheart” with that, he left the war room.
Sam rose up from his chair too.
“Uhm Y/n, I’m gonna get Sam here settled in a room, will you show this Dean his ?”
“I will Sammy.” She gave him a kind smile despite the thorn in her heart, as the set of Sams left.
“So you will give me a room ?” Other Dean smiled at her, his warm grin failing to erase the frown on her face this time.
“Yes, but we can finish our beers first” she mumbled.
“Can I ask a question?” New Dean asked.
“Uhm yes ?”
“Dean is he always so… grumpy ?”
She started to pull at the label of her beer. It wasn’t the first word that came in her mind when she thought of him. Dean was many things, many incredible things. But yes, he could be. Mostly when he was hurt, confused, tired ; and she often understood easily what shadow was darkening his soul… But not always. And when she didn’t, just like now, it made her feel so far away from him. And the snug friendship she lived in suddenly felt unfounded.
“Not always he is just… he has a lot on his mind and went through a lot of things.” She looked up at him and wondered… “Did you go to Hell ?”
“Hell ? No.”His eyes widened.
“Purgatory ?”
He shook his head once again.
“You mean he… he did ?” he asked with a concerned frown.
She looked behind her to the kitchen, like she could see through the walls.
“Forget it.”
“Wow he must have one tough soul” he scoffed.
A small smile formed on her lips, thinking of how brave and strong her Dean was, how special.
“Yeah… the strongest, like diamond” she stated a little dreamingly.
“You care a lot for him, huh ?”
She downed the last bit of her beer, nodding at his assumption.
“I do, he is my best friend. He’s like… family.”
“Yeah, those kind of people are important in this life…” He said as he finished his beer too.
“I… I’m just going to check on him before I show you your room, okay ?” Y/n asked as she stood up from the table.
He gave her another charming smile as he nodded politely, but she was already heading to the kitchen, absorbed by her worry.
“Of course, Love, I’ll wait here…”
Y/n entered the kitchen putting her empty beer bottle away. Dean was stirring in a pot on the stove, his back on her.
“D. ? You okay ?”
He didn’t look up from his pot as he answered her.
“Peachy.”
She hated that word, because Dean only used it in an ironic way. She moved closer, touching his arm so he would look at her.
“What’s wrong ?” she insisted.
“I just don’t trust them.” Dean let out in a big breath.
“But they are literally you and Sam ?” Y/n frowned.
He dropped the wooden spoon and turned to her, his back straightening.
“No they are not ! With their fancy clothes and planes and good manners. We are not the same and you know it !”
Y/n stepped back a little at his outburst, he was always so defensive. She looked up to search his green eyes but found only black there. She took a step back and her hand away from his arm, he didn’t wanted her there, so she would give him space.
She couldn’t know space from her was the last thing he needed, after all…
“Okay, I’m sorry…” she stated. “Do you need some help with the cooking?”
“No I’ve got it” he said, turning back to his pot. “I think I can handle some mac and cheese. Don’t you need to show Romeo out there to his room ? Dinner will be ready in an hour.”
Y/n huffed, he would never let her in…
“Fine.”
Leaving the kitchen, she took a deep breath, she needed to stop being that affected by Dean’s words, his silences, everything. She walked shaking her head, she would deal with the heartbreak later.
When she entered the library, a radiant grin welcomed her, Dean’s grin… almost. He had taken off his beige jacket and was moving his spotless white sleeves up, patiently waiting for her.
“So, a room ?” she forced a kind smile but after a second, nothing was forced about it anymore.
His face was so genuinely warm that she just forgot her urge to cry.
She guided him toward the room she had chosen for him : not too close to the the brothers rooms, solicitous about their comfort.
This room looked a lot like Dean’s one, with no red bricks like in Sam’s and her room. She opened the door for him, and tuned on the light.
“There’s no fancy things” she stated, aware that a man that owned planes must find this room a little uncouth.
But, as he looked around, not a hint of disdain appeared on his face. He just bended a little to touch the bed, like her Dean would have done.
“The mattress is really comfy” she said, her eyes studying his back and the way his muscles stretched underneath his crisp white shirt.
He looked so much like the man she loved, only…
“Well definitely not as… spacious as my old room but, knowing you’re here, somewhere in this maze, makes it a warmer place. If you need anything, or company, it would be a pleasure, Y/n”
…Only this man actually made her feel special, and… wanted ?
Something dragged her to him, strongly ; and he made her feel confident enough to dare things that took a long time with her best friend. So she got a little closer, searching his face without even hiding it, and, shyly, touched his hair from the tip of her fingers.
His dimples appeared and the deep green of his eyes made her drown for a second. He let her touch him, easily. Her Dean did too, it was not like she couldn’t get close to him… But not like that. Her tender gestures were always hidden behind friendly moves, or fake indifferences.
Now she was standing straight in front of that version of the man she loved, silent, lost in the depth of his glare, her hand reaching for his head.
“Is your mattress as comfy as this one ?” he asked softly.
“It is…” she whispered, not used to react to advances.
“Good” he smiled again. “If it wasn’t, I would have shared mine with pleasure. In fact, I know for a fact that I wouldn’t mind sharing it every night.”
She took her hand away, hearing him mutter a polite apology. What was she doing ? What did she want ?
“Dean…” she murmured, a little disturbed at the use of this name she cherished.
She had to say something. Her gestures, her insistent glares, she could have given him ideas, it wasn’t right.
“Yes” he smiled again, getting a little closer.
“I… My heart belongs to someone. I don’t want you to imagine…” she shrugged shyly, looking down.
But his hand brushed against her chin to make her look up.
“It’s okay” he stated sincerely with a reassuring nod, but his hand stayed on her face, cupping it almost lovingly.
“You don’t even know me” her murmur died in her throat.
“I know you’re beautiful” he said a little lower, closer to her Dean’s voice.
Her heart missed a beat at hearing this voice say that, this hand touching her face, this face so close to hers…
“You remind me of someone I knew” he admitted.
“It’s so weird…” she gently shook her head, closing her eyes for a second.
“This is weird for me too” he nodded, letting go of her face, to put his hand in the pocket of his fancy pants.
She looked at his wrist, at the bracelet around it, and her eyes lingered on the dazzling white shirt he was wearing. By the time her glare found his face again, she had lost every coherent thought.
She blushed at what she was about to say. The room suddenly really hotter than she remembered, and the lights softer…
“Can you…” she cleared her throat but his face encouraged her. “Kiss me ?”
A large grin appeared on his face.
“I can do that” he stated, already bending a little.
Her breath got stuck in her lungs when his plumb lips crushed on hers. She had spent her days and nights dreaming about that for so long. Still, this wasn’t the man she loved…
She forgot that for a second when his pillow lips captured hers ; and, when the tip of his tongue gently caressed her lower lip, she forgot everything.
His strong hand grabbed her neck to keep her close, fingers tangling in the little free strands of her hair, as she opened her mouth.
He didn’t hesitate for a split second, he didn’t tremble. He kissed her like he had spend his life kissing her lips, like she had been made for him to kiss her.
She let out a discreet moan as her hands allowed themselves to wrap around him, enjoying every delicate move of his lips, every caress of his tongue. Finally tasting him, finally feeling this love she craved…
“DINER !” Dean’s powerful voice woke her from her dream, her Dean’s voice.
She gasped a little, realizing what she was doing, and the other universe Dean broke the kiss, licking his lips.
“Well…” he said softly. “I hope you’re hungry, Love.”
Y/n’s heart started beating again, and the nickname made her frown. All she could do was smile in gratitude, silently begging him to keep what happened for himself.
The table was set in the library. Five plates on the wooden table, last time it happened was when John and Mary were reunited here. The Winchesters together… and her, as usual.
The fancy version Sam was already sitting, looking at the big saucepan with a slightly disgusted look. As Y/n walked to her usual place, next to her Dean’s, she felt a hand on her back, the hand of that stranger she just kissed, and a shiver ran down her spine.
Dean didn’t miss that gesture when he entered the room with fresh beers. Just like he didn’t miss the look on her face. Something was on her mind, she was a little flushed, like when he complimented her. Maybe that annoyingly rich version of him complimented her on something, his stupid smile catching her eyes. Dean hated it of course. She was his best friend, his Y/n… right ?
The dinner seemed too long to everyone.
To Sam, because watching this fancy version of him was making him uncomfortable. It wasn’t enough that the man took off his “pure silk” scarf to eat, but on top of that, he was clearly eating mac and cheese for the first time in his life, thanking Dean for cooking, a disgusted pout poorly hidden on his face.
To Dean, because he was torturing himself, like Dean Winchester always did, with the idea that he could have done better, been better… Made money ? Saved more people… Be nicer to Y/n, too. He spent the dinner watching her avoid to look at him, while she was smiling back to the other him.
To Y/n, of course. She wasn’t hungry anyway, she never was when she was upset. She knew that her best friends knew that and would notice, so she forced herself to eat a little, asking herself how she could be so reckless to ask the man that only got there a few hours a go to kiss her… It wasn’t really a habit of her.
But he made her reckless, and heedless and, somehow… selfish.
Why should she care about what other people thought ? Life had finally given her a band-aid for her broken heart.
Her eyes drifted on the man she loved. He was frowning, his face totally closed, eating in silence with an annoyed expression she knew all too well. Then, feeling a brush on her hand, she turned her head to the same face, smiling kindly at her, showing those wrinkles around light and attentive eyes.
She couldn’t know that it was precisely the tender gesture that caused the frown, and the warm smile that annoyed Dean.
So she just wrapped her broken heart in that version of Dean’s attention, and the second she decided to indulge in the new Dean’s somehow loving eyes, she stopped suffering.
She wanted to kiss him again, she needed it, so she will do. Easy as that…
When she got up to clean, Dean didn’t let her, as usual, taking her plate from her hands to wash it himself. She rarely had time to wash anything other than her own clothes or room. The brothers were so used to manage everything that they never let her take care of anything.
But when Dean took her plate from her hands, it was always with a little smile, a kind word. Not this time.
“Let me” he just stated without even looking at her.
She looked at him while he walked to the kitchen, hearing in the back the slightly snober version of Sam ask his double self about the bunker books and artifacts, offering to share their knowledge.
“I need a drink” her Dean grunted, coming back in the room.
Of course he did. Dean closing up meant Dean taking a glass of whiskey and stare at the bottom of it, like it was a better friend than her.
“I’m going to bed” she stated without another word.
“I think the whole universe trip tired me too” said the white shirt Dean, getting up.
Her heart raced in her chest at just the idea of his lips on hers again. He gave her a discreet knowing corner smile and she felt her hands becoming moist.
As she always did, she walked to Sam first, kissing the top of his head gently, then to his brother. This was one of her favorite moment of the day because she could do that precise gesture : She walked to Dean, who was standing in the front of the little table on the corner of the room. She put her gentle hand on his shoulder and got to her tiptoes to put a kiss on his temple.
“Goodnight guys” she said as usual, filling her lungs with Dean’s smell.
“Goodnight Sweetheart” Dean answered, holding back his usual wide smile.
The second Y/n turned in the corridor, out of their sight, she stopped, her heart pounding in her head. Her ears on alert, she waited a few seconds, and, as she anticipated, Dean appeared behind her.
Not her Dean, but this version of him she could have, this version she could bring to her by the collar of his white shirt and kiss…
And so she did.
He gasped a little but his surprise didn’t last long, and before she can fully acknowledge the taste of beer on his lips, he pushed her against the wall. Invading her craving mouth with his hungry tongue right away.
Her hands flew to his neck, devouring every inch of his skin with her fingers, slipping them in his collar to feel the soft skin of the part of his back she could reach and his collarbones. The open buttons of his white shirt allowing her to push it open a little more. The muscles of his shoulders were moving deliciously and she held back a moan. His pillow lips were the most delicious thing she ever taste, light scruff scratching her chin.
He crushed his strong body on hers, from his thighs keeping her legs still on the grey tiles, to his chest, making her feel his crotch on her.
“Oh f…” she breathed out in his mouth, the feeling of his growing erection against her sending electricity right between her legs.
His lips left her mouth for a moment, going down her neck, his breath burning her skin.
“Y/n” he murmured, and shivers hit every nerves of her body.
She felt him grow harder against her, twitches after twitches, reacting to her touch like no men ever did ; and a new kind of dizziness hit her.
He looked like that man she craved, he smelled something like him too, even if details were different. Her love was making her drunk, but not enough to forget her Dean could actually walk here.
“Come here” she whispered, grabbing his wrist harshly.
She pushed him in her room, closing the door cautiously behind her. Voices were screaming in her head. The voices of doubt and fear, and her own voice asking her what she was doing…
But Dean, this Dean, took two determined steps toward her, wrapping his strong arms around her to kiss her more, this time letting his throat grumble in a growl.
“Y/n… Y/n…” he kept saying.
She was lost in the deepest dream, like the ones she had sometimes about Dean, except this one was real…
He grabbed her waist, pressing her against him like the lack of friction could kill him and she thought about all this times he had done that with other girls… About all those time he had grown hard in the room next to hers while she cried…
It is not this Dean… She tried to remember, but his teeth grazed a precise point at the base of her neck, a point she didn’t even know, that no man ever touched. It was clearly directly linked to her core so she let out a surprised moan.
“Dean !”
“Mh… Yes, that’s it, Love” he smiled in her neck, sucking more on that little erogenous part of her.
She started to pant, letting her head go back to give him an easier access to her.
“Your mouth…” she breathed out, melting in his strong arms.
“Yes ?” he almost chuckled, walking slowly to the bed, careful not make her fall, as she was so lost in his arms
“I love it.”
“I know” he murmured, tenderly claiming her mouth again.
She felt his perfectly manicured nails graze her back. His hands flattened between her shoulder blades, they felt even more giant here, like they could hold all of her. She couldn’t focus on anything : the kisses of his mouth, of his hands, the pleading of his manhood crushed against her.
His hands went up, until she had to let go of his lips for a second to let him take off her shirt.
“I love your body” he said even before his eyes went down on her, and grazed that bad scar on her side from her very first hunt with his thumb.
She shyly started undoing the buttons of his shirt.
“I really love yours too” she admitted, the line between her Dean and this one becoming a little more blur as she pushed his bleach white shirt down his broad shoulders.
She bent to kiss his chest, palms gently landing on his velvety soft muscular sides and a smooth slow moan passed her worshiping lips.
When his hand lifted her chin, she lost herself in his eyes, and let him push her on the bed.
“Dean…” she whispered, chanting the name of the man she loved for years, tricking the man with her as much as her own heart.
“What do you want, Love ?” he smiled again, crawling over her, leaving a trail of hot kisses on her stomach. “Tell me.”
“J-just… take me” she moaned, eager, her hands going in his hair, messing with it a little.
As she was running her hand through the soft strands of his hair, she noticed the man between her hands now looked exactly like her Dean…
“Yes…” he groaned, letting her change his look, like he didn’t even notice, to open her belt with one hand, landing on his other elbrow.
While he was slowly going down to take her pants off, she got lost in her thoughts, enjoying the light touches of the man above her. She often imagined sex with Dean, in the steamy warmth of the shower, passionate and quick, in the lonely comfort of her bed, slow and loving, sometimes during long rides, in the back of the Impala, hard and fast…
But nothing really prepared her for the real thing.
And right now everything was overwhelming. His kisses on her lower stomach, his finger crooking in her pants and panties to take them down, the nibbling in her inner thighs…
“Dean…” she repeated, her heart begging without knowing for what.
The gentle bites in the inside of her spread thighs was making her crazy, panting and touching her own breasts. And she wondered how he could just be right with everyone of his moves.
His burning mouth went a little higher, kissing the junction between leg and her core, and a gasp escaped her mouth, followed by a strangled moan when he kissed her folds.
She looked down, and seeing Dean between her legs made her suddenly a bit nervous, she squirmed, pushing him slightly.
“ I need you up here” she whined.
And he obliged, crawling on her leaving a trail of open mouth kisses and little bites.
He sat up quickly, getting rid of his fancy pants and white underwear. This was Dean Winchester’s body, kneeling on the bed between her thighs. So when he was about to move down on her again, she sat up a little, putting a hand on his shoulder.
“Wait” she said, her eyes drawing a precise map of his body in her head.
She will never see this again. Dean…
Her hand shyly traced his chest and stomach, going down to wrap around his shaft gently, the other leaning on his big thigh, memorising them, grazing her nails on it with the care of love.
“You’re so beautiful” she murmured shakily.
“Mh…” he breathed out hoarsely, letting her enjoy him as much as she wanted, while his cock twitched a little in her hand.
She moaned, licking her lips. She wanted to taste him, she wanted to make him come in her hand, with her mouth, slowly, and quick, in every ways possible. But, in the back of her head, the idea that this could be a dream, a sin… If she wanted that, it has to be now, it has to be once, and it had to be now.
He bent to catch her lips before she could remember why this was a bad idea, and she let herself fall back on the mattress again.
In the daze of desire and love, she somehow remembered she needed to protect herself. She didn’t know this Dean, his habits or anything, and there was no way she was doing this mistake.
“Condom…” she stated against his mouth.
“Where ?” he just said.
She stretched her arm to point at her nightstand. Keeping some here wasn’t totally useless after all. He crawled on her to reach it, letting her enjoy the rolling muscles of his stomach and shoulders.
She barely had time to register his move on himself, too engrossed by his beauty, by the shinning sweat in his neck, by his smell everywhere around.
“Y/n” he murmured, spreading her legs a little wider to take place between them.
Dean’s voice, Dean’s face and body… Y/n moaned a little louder.
“Love” he whispered in her ear when the tip of his cock pushed slowly inside her.
She bit his shoulder to avoid crying out. Dean was thick and strong… everywhere, and her body reacted way more intensely to him than to any one.
Nothing had ever felt like this.
A deep groan escaped his lips as he sank slowly but very deep between her throbbing walls, making her feel him inside every cell of her body.
“Fuck” she breathed out.
Y/n hadn’t had sex for a long time, the one night stand occasions being rare, and her love for Dean letting her mostly indifferent to other men… So she had to cling to his shoulders tight, hiding her face against his sweaty neck, to hold back the loud wails threatening to alert the whole bunker.
“Are you alright, Love ?” he asked in a kiss.
He started thrusting steadily as soon as she nodded, not that fast but impossibly strong, his arms catching her shoulders from behind to prevent her to hit the headboard with each merciless strike of his hungry hips.
“F-fuck… Oh… Fuck” was all she could say now, her lungs crushed by his weight, his thrusts and the involuntary contractions of her body, struggling not to come just yet.
He was precise, expert somehow, and every time he hit perfectly right, she didn’t have to say anything, he dug his finger harder in her collarbones and hit again, and again.
Her brain went blank after a few more thrusts, everything went flying, every coherent thought, and every memory of this man not being the man she loved… She also forgot to stay silent as he groaned and gasped in her ear, begging her to come around him…
Dean put his empty glass in the sink, shaking his head. He knew her by heart, and there was no way she was already sleeping.
He rubbed his face, he was already missing her, and the image of her getting on her tiptoes to kiss him goodnight made him smile.
He needed her for himself for a second, just a little moment hanging lazily in the night. So, as usual, he would just knock at her door, open it, find her reading some nerd book, she would push her round glasses up, smiling at him. And he would go to bed, his mind pacified by that cute smile she saved for him.
He walked down the corridor, wondering if tonight she would invite him in a few seconds, to show him an hilarious meme on her phone, or to talk about her book…
“DEAN FUCK YES” she cried out, making him stop in his track a few feet from her door.
At first, he didn’t realize. He couldn’t know this was the sound she made while her walls clenched around the other him, hard. He couldn’t guess so fast that she was convulsing under him, shaken by an orgasm so powerful, that her body was crushing him inside, milking him for all he had to give.
“Y/N” his own voice groaned loud.
And that precise moment, he knew.
Dean Winchester’s heart was hit with the speed and violence of a bullet. Everything stopped for a second as the impact cut his breath.
She had invited that other him in her bed, that man that was him without even being close to being him. She had taken her clothes and given her precious body to that stranger, all her secrets. She had let him sink inside her core, her legs spread for him, her mouth on his lips, breathing the air he breathed. She had let him mark her with his sweat and smell and cum.
Doing that, without even knowing it, she had loaded her gun, pointed slowly at his heart, and pulled the trigger.
And so Dean’s heart broke on that corridor, that invisible heartbreak blood spattered everywhere. He put a hand on his mortal wound, and he had to lean on the wall not to fall on his knees…
Part 2 will be edited (tomorrow) in @roonyxx‘s blog
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I don’t care anymore
Dean x reader
This is a request by @sandlee44 for my ***1500 Celebration*** :
“Congratulations on 1500 you deserved them all. For the celebration can you write 16 with Dean and I would like angst and fluff. Thank you “
16. “I don’t care anymore.”
Warnings : Mostly angst and fluff, a hint of implied smut, nudity.
Words : 809
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Dean got up from the bed in silence, naked, a hickey on his shoulder. A bright ray of sun coming though the curtains to hit the side of his chest as he turned his back on you... As usual.
As usual, you looked at his perfect back and the curve of his ass, admiring the work of art he was, the lazy lines of muscles and the scars drowning in an ocean of freckles. You took a minute to count the marks you never failed to leave on him. A little scratch there, a hickey, a bit of lipstick in the neck... Desperate attempts to make it last, to make you last...
You really do love my arms
(Dean x Reader)
Summary : You have a arm kink, and Dean’s arms, well...
Warnings : This is just Smut. No plot. Dry (not so dry) humping, a hint of Dom!dean.
Words : 1.7k
This is a gift for @roonyxx, after she asked that : What is that Jay, arm kink. I couldn’t answer with just a regular drabble because my special friend kink deserve special treatment... I hope you like it babe <3
The others (and regular) What is that Jay => HERE
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"Bad girl..." he purrs, turning on his bed in a languorous sigh. "Objectifying me like that."
The room is pretty dark, only his nightstand lamp lighting his silhouette from behind. His scruff and eyebrows seem darker than usual, his pupils blown, giving his eyes the darkest forest color, getting you totally lost.
He's on his side now, one of his beautiful arms under his head, elbow pointing at you, half his face is resting on it, the other lazily resting on his side, his forearm on the hollow curve between his ribs and his hip.
You're frustrated beyond what you ever experienced, kneeling on the mattress in just your panties and his worn-out shirt, you whine. You’re thoroughly aware of how desperate you sound, but accepting the submission posture your body took by itself.
Same 3/4 Same names
By Roonyxx and Jay-and-dean
Pairings : AU Dean x reader, Dean x reader
Summary : Two Deans… What could go wrong ?
Serie Warnings : Smut, Angst, hurt (and jealous) Dean, hurt AU Dean, hurt reader… hurt everyone. Swearing, Alcohol. (15.13 kinda spoilers ?)
Wordcount : 3.3k
Note : This is a collaboration beetween both of us. We can’t both edit the same post, so we decided we would post 1 chapter/2 each. So if you want to read chapter 4, it will be edited on @roonyxx ‘s blog… TOMORROW.
We both worked as much on this story and it’s the result of both our brains but also both our hearts.
Please, if you want to show love for this story, don’t forget we were together in this.
Part 1 : Same eyes
Part 2 : Different hearts
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3. Same names
Y/n was curled up on one of Dean’s comfy armchairs, holding her knees against herself, warming her hands around her cup of coffee. And she was just doing nothing.
At least she looked like she was doing nothing, because in her head, she was listing her faults. One by one, hurting herself with everything she could have done better, differently or not have done at all.
She had spent nights crying over the man she loved, as he was out with some girl named Lucy or Vicky or anything, was it that bad to finally find some comfort in a man’s arms ?
Yes it was. Because that was not any man she slept with.
