Summary: A long-gone love returns to ruin your relationship.
Rating: Mature
Pairing: Mobster!Sam Winchester x fem!Reader
Characters: Dean Winchester, Ruby, Pamela Barnes
Warnings: angst, language, self-doubts, established relationship, shy reader, Dean is a douche for a moment or two (he means well, though), fluff
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“Dean, what’s the surprise,” Sam has you tugged in his side. He kisses your hair, hating that he must break another promise. He wanted to take you out. This weekend should’ve been only you and him.
Now his father planned one of his huge parties. You know, the kind of party you only ever hear about behind closed doors or see in movies. John Winchester invited half of the mob, and the other half wished he invited them.
“Sammy, come on. It won’t be a surprise if I tell you about it, right?” Dean grins as you hold tight onto Sam. You don’t like too many strangers around, especially when your boyfriend of four years planned a special getaway only to tell you last minute you need to attend a party first. “What’s wrong with you, sweetheart? Don’t you like me anymore.”
“I’m just—” you bite your tongue. Dean likes to tease you all the time. You are a little shy when it comes to meeting new people or being around too many people at once. You feel self-conscious and insecure sometimes. “It’s nothing, really. We had plans, is all. You are Sam’s brother, of course, I like you.”
“Aw, your girl likes me, Sammy,” you don’t like the way Dean acts tonight. He’s a bit grumpy, loud, and well, an ass, once in a while. But tonight, it’s more than that. Dean’s eyes seem to be glued to you, and you don’t like this one bit. “How about I show you the surprise. Are you ready?”
“Dean, I’m not five years old. Just tell me why you are grinning like you are on the best stuff ever,” Sam sighs as you hide your face in his shoulder. He doesn’t like that you feel uncomfortable tonight. Sam wanted this evening to be special, and now, it’s ruined thanks to his father and Dean. “If you don’t tell me why you ruined my night, I’ll just leave.”
“Fine. Fine,” Dean points at a woman standing next to his fiancé. A beautiful brunette. She’s wearing a red dress with a long slit on her left side, revealing he leg and even her panties. “How about we got to Pam and talk to our special guest.”
Your boyfriend is not in the mood for games but agrees to get it over with. He takes your hand and guides you toward Dean’s fiancé Pamela and the mysterious woman Dean was talking about.
“Pamela, babe. Look who I found,” Pamela turns to flash you a smile. She’s one of the few people in Sam’s life you feel comfortable around. “Sammy and Y/N.”
“You look beautiful tonight,” Pamela pecks your cheek. “Don’t let her get to you.” She whispers and you furrow your brows.
“Sammy,” the brunette coos. She steps closer toward your boyfriend, smiling wildly as you can only watch her kiss him on the lips. You swallow thickly, feeling like someone just punched you in the guts.
Sam seems to be as surprised as you are. He allows the nameless woman to place her hand on his chest and chat him up. Your hand slips out of his hold as you take a step back.
Sam is talking to the woman, missing that you excused yourself to run toward the restrooms, slamming the door shut behind you.
Tears stream down your face as you remember the name he just breathed out as if it was a prayer he forgot about. Ruby. Sam’s former fiancé and the woman breaking his heart. She left him eight years ago, and he has never been the same again since then.
You take deep breaths and try to blink the tears away. “He’s your boyfriend, Y/N. Sam loves you. Go back out there, grab his hand and act as if you don’t feel threatened by his beautiful and self-confided ex-girlfriend.”
It takes you five more minutes to find the strength to leave the restrooms. You gulp in more air to calm your nerves.
“There you are, sweetheart,” Dean casually strolls toward you, acting as if he didn’t just push Sam’s ex-fiancé into your boyfriend’s arms. “We should talk.”
“About what, Dean? The gorgeous woman you invited to the party to make sure Sam will leave me,” you sniff, wiping your eyes. “Why would you do such a thing? What have I done wrong that you want to break my heart?”
“You see, I like you, sweetheart. You didn’t do anything wrong,” the elder brother sighs deeply. He hates to do this to you, but he must protect you and Sam. “Y/N, you are a cute, smart, and nice girl. And therein lies the problem. You are too nice; a good girl living in a different world. Sam is a dangerous man, a mobster and he killed people.”
“I know,” Dean gasp as you jab two fingers into his chest. “After our first dates, Sam told me about his…profession.” You lick your lips. “Sam knew things are going to get serious from that point. He never lied to me, Dean. Your brother gave me choice.”
“You know…everything?” cocking his head Dean watches you intensely. “He never said a word. I thought you still believe he’s the family lawyer or crap. Why did Sammy never tell me so?”
“Why are you asking me, Dean? He’s your brother. All I can say is that Sam wanted me to know what I get myself into when I fall in love with him,” you wipe your eyes. “I guess this doesn’t matter now. You brought the one girl he never forgot back into his life.”
“Y/N, I—” the mobster huffs as you can’t even look him in the eyes. “I never wanted to hurt you, sweetheart. I did what I thought is best for you and Sam.”
“There you are,” Sam calls out your name. “Baby girl, I was looking for you. You said you want to go to the restrooms half an hour ago. I was worried sick.” You don’t look at Sam when he cups your face to peck your temple. “Never scare me like that again. My father invited all those dangerous people. I don’t want them to touch a hair on your head.”
“I didn’t think you’ll notice that I’m not around any longer,” you quip.
“What do you mean, Y/N?”
“You looked pretty occupied with your ex,” Sam presses his lips to your cheek. “Maybe you should go back to her. Your brother is right, I’m not the kind of girl you want to keep around.”
“What are you talking about, baby?” you can hear the panic in Sam’s voice as he looks down at you. His features soften seeing the tears run down your face. “Y/N, I love you. I talked to Ruby and made sure she gets that I’ll not tolerate that she kissed and touched me in front of my girlfriend.”
“A girlfriend who worked for an attorney lawyer,” Ruby spats behind your back. She stalks toward you and Sam, her hands balled into fists. The look on your face tells you she’s not the kind of woman taking rejection well. “Did you know that? Huh, Sammy?”
“It’s Sam to you,” you smirk as Sam twirls around to growl in Ruby’s direction. He rises to his full height, or so it seems, as your boyfriend looks so much taller (if that’s even possible) when he glares down at his ex-fiancé. “Of course, I knew about her internship at Cole Trenton’s office. That’s how we met.”
“Wait, you met at Trenton’s office,” Dean laughs as you simply roll your eyes at Ruby’s question. “I knew she will get you into trouble.”
“Gosh, Ruby. Were you always dull?” this time you laugh. “She was at a restaurant with a friend. Trenton started an argument and I stepped in. The moment I laid eyes on Y/N I knew she’s the one for me.”
“It was more like you loved that I threw my drink in that asshole’s face,” you chuckle as Sam ignores Ruby and turns his attention back toward you. “What? It’s true.”
“Maybe,” Sam gives you his puppy dog look and the smile he reserves for you. “I was enchanted by you, baby girl. I had to fall for you.”
“Same,” Dean makes an odd noise when his brother hoists you up to press you against the wall behind you to kiss you fiercely. His hands paw at your ass and you wrap your arms around his neck to kiss him back. “Fuck, we should leave the party and go somewhere else, baby.”
“Yeah,” you breathlessly reply. You feel like the most beautiful girl in the world as Sam looks at you with soft eyes, and a sexy smirk on his lips. “Where do you want to go?”
“I did not forget about the getaway we planned. Let’s say our goodbyes to Pamela and my father. He will understand that I need a few days off,” he pecks your lips, smirking as you eagerly kiss him back.
“You shouldn’t carry her around like that,” Dean interjects. “How about you take the back entrance and I explain to father that you had to leave. This is all my fault, Sammy.”
“We will talk about this later,” snapping his head toward Dean your boyfriend narrows his eyes. “I get that you are always worried about me, but I’m a grown man now. No one tells me who I’m allowed to fall in love with.”
“Sammy…I’m sorry.”
“You better are,” while Sam carefully helps you stand, Ruby calls his name once again. Your boyfriend ignores her. He acts as if she’s not even around. “I will go on vacation with my girl and don’t want to hear from you or father for the time being. We will have a serious conversation when I’m back in town…”
Sam takes your hand to guide you away from his brother and a fuming Ruby.
“And just you know, Ruby. If I ever see you near me, my family, or my girl again, you won’t like what happens.”
“Sam are you sure that this is okay?” you look at the cabin, smiling as it’s beautifully nestled in the woods. “Sam?”
“It belongs to our family, baby,” he pecks your hair. “We can stay as long as we want to. No one is going to disturb us here. No phone calls, no annoyingly and overprotective big brother, and no business. Only you and me.”
“Only you and me,” you smile up at Sam. He cradles your face with his hands, kissing you slowly.
You will spend a whole week at the cabin, talk about the past, what happened at the party, his family and planning your future.
The day you return, you're wearing his ring and a bright smile.
Summary: All or nothing now. Can you and Sam find a way back?
Pairing: Mobster!Sam Winchester x Wife!Reader, Mobster!Dean Winchester x other reader
Characters: John Winchester, Ruby
Warnings: angst, language, blood, mentions of death/torture, violence against Ruby, character's death, John is an ass, a creep, and bad in general, fluff
<< Part 3
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You grip the door handle to open the door parting you from the woman who tried to kill you. You take a deep breath and close your eyes for a moment, counting to ten to calm your nerves.
If Sam’s enemies, his allies, and your husband shall respect you, you must walk through that door and prove yourself. This is not easy for you. Not at all. You don’t want to witness torture and violence.
“You can still change your mind, sweetheart,” Dean places his hand on your shoulder. “Y/N this will get ugly. Sam is out for blood. Ruby’s blood. Usually, he wants me to get information out of people.”
“I have to,” you dip your head to look at Dean standing next to you. He offers a cracked smile and sad eyes. “Everyone believes I’m soft and an easy target. Everyone needs to hear that I was part of this. That I stood my ground and-“
“I get it,” swallowing thickly Dean drops his gaze. “My father always gave me the feeling I must prove my worth over and over again. That’s why I turned to Alastair and asked him to become my mentor in…”
Dean is easy to talk to and understands your situation. Dean wanted to run from his family so often, but he knew this would mean leaving Sam behind too.
“Torture,” he nods. Dean barely talks about his time at Alastair’s place. You only know he still has nightmares and hates to be used as a blunt tool to hurt people. “I’ll talk to Sam when this is over, Dean. We can’t keep on running in circles. This includes using you as a torturer. You deserve better.”
“We both do,” he chuckles humorlessly. “Maybe we should run away together.”
“You, me, and that girl from the diner?”
“Exactly.”
“Does she know?”
“I didn’t tell her about my…profession. It’s better this way,” he shrugs. “Let’s be honest. Sooner than later, she’ll have enough and move on to someone else. I can’t marry a nice girl not knowing what she got herself into.”
“Maybe she would understand you didn’t tell her the truth, Dean.”
“We can still run.”
“I can’t…I’m still in love with your brother.”
You stand there in silence next to Dean for what feels like an eternity. Breathing in and out while your heart beats out of your chest.
“I hope he’s worth it,” he watches you open the door. Dean takes a deep breath and forces a cold mask to replace his features. It’s easier to pretend to feel nothing when pain, blood, and death lie ahead. “This is going to be a fucking long night…”
Head held high you step inside the room. Just like Dean, you hide your insecurities and fear behind a stoic face tonight.
“Look what the cat dragged in. I had hoped at least your ugly face got damaged a little more. Like my grandfather used to say. If you want something to get done, do it yourself.”
Another punch hits her face, but she takes it like a champ, you give her that. Her bloody smirk makes you shudder. Ruby spits blood onto the floor. It joins dried blood, spit, and something looking like ripped-out nails on the concrete in the basement.
This is not a nice place. It’s cold, dark, and filled with the faded screams of the victims of Winchester’s business.
You fight the urge to empty your stomach as Sam gets a knife out.
“Sam, I-“ you look at Ruby, almost feeling sorry for the broken creature restrained to an old chair. You remember the furniture. It used to stand in John’s kitchen, or at least you think so.
“Aw, does your little wife want to watch you get your hands dirty Sammy?” Ruby sneers as you look away. “I can’t believe you chose her over me. Look at her. She’s soft and won’t make it for much longer in life like ours. Everyone knows she’s nothing but a burden to you.”
“Watch your tongue, bitch,” you never saw Sam like that before. He slaps Ruby’s face hard enough to split her skin open with his wedding band. “You are talking about my wife and the woman I love. She’s family and you are simply a faded memory. A meaningless one nightstand I forgot about the moment I slipped out of you.”
“You’re a bad liar, Sam,” she coos, batting her eyelashes. Ruby looks like she got under the bus, still, she tries to flirt with Sam. Blood runs down her neck, left arm, and chest. Her nose is bleeding heavily and one of her eyes is swollen, and black.
“Not me,” Dean whispers as you look at him in horror. “I came here with you, Y/N. I don’t like putting my hands on women that way.”
“It was my honor to avenge you,” John steps out of the shadows. Blood is splattered all over his white shirt, his face and arm, but he doesn’t seem to care. You gasp as he takes off his bloody hand gloves, carelessly dropping them to the ground. “You’ve missed the show, Y/N. We were waiting for you.”
“I told her to wait a little longer,” now you know why Dean distracted you for so long. He didn’t want you to watch the worst part of the show. “This is not for her.”
“She wanted to watch,” you dare not to meet John’s gaze as he steps closer to you to cup your chin with two fingers. “Right? You are one of us, Sammy’s future. You’ll carry his heir soon enough and continue our bloodline.”
“Why don’t you bang her yourself,” Ruby doesn’t shut her mouth. She snickers behind John’s back while trying to wiggle out of the ropes holding her wrists. “I know how you look at your son’s wife. I bet you are creaming your pants imagining having your way with her.”
“Silence,” John twirls around to punch Ruby’s face with full force. You whimper, not wanting him to hurt her even more. “You’ve got no clue what you are talking about. I don’t fuck my son’s girls.”
“Didn’t you stop you from fucking Jess, or Lisa…or me,” she grins up at John. His chest heaves up and down as he stares down at the bloody mess that used to be the woman Sam desired a long time ago.
“Sir, I think Y/N should go now,” Sam protectively steps in front of you to block your view. “She has seen enough.”
“No. She needs to end this the Winchester way,” you feel your legs give in when John pushes his son out of his way to hand you a knife. “Kill that woman. An eye for an eye. A life for a life.”
“I-“ you glance at the knife in your hand. It would be a death sentence to say no to John Winchester, but you are not a killer. “Can I…”
“She’s better with a gun,” Dean steps in. “You remember our training, right?” he takes the knife out of your hand to give it back to his father. “Here, take mine. I’ll help you.”
“I said this is enough,” the room falls silent as Sam rolls his shoulders. “I’m not going to let my wife do such a thing. She wanted to witness Ruby’s punishment, and she did. I’ll end this.”
“Sammy, what?” before Dean can react Sam snatches the gun out of his brother’s hands, unlocks it, and aims at Ruby’s head. “Wait…”
“Goodbye,” Dean presses your face in his chest and tells you to cover your ears as Sam ends Ruby’s life. You are trembling and crying as another pair of hands tugs at your body moments later.
Everything is a haze after the gunshot. You end up in someone’s arms and get carried out of the basement. Too afraid to look at the man carrying you, all you can do is cover your eyes with your hands.
“I’ve got you, baby girl,” it’s Sam softly whispering your name. “I’m sorry. Father can be…” He holds you close to his warm chest, failing to even talk.
“A fucking asshole,” Dean is right behind you and his brother. While John yells your husband’s name, Sam walks upstairs and makes his way inside your bedroom, ignoring his father’s orders. “How can he expect her to stab that bitch? Did he lose his mind?”
“He lost it a long time ago, Dean,” you whimper as Sam places you on the bed. “I told you years ago. When I was fourteen. This will never end.”
“This is all his fault. Ruby got mad as he ended their affair. She wanted to hit him where it hurts. Without an heir, John Winchester will sooner than later lose his empire,” Dean gives his brother a cracked smile. “Charlie dug a little deeper for me. And Ketch knew more than I told all of you.”
“You knew all the time that she wanted to hit him, not me?” Sam shakes his head. “How could you hide this from me?”
“I had to be sure, Sammy. Charlie found everything.”
“So, did he want to touch my wife too?” frowning deeply Sam looks at his brother. “Please tell me she lied, Dean.”
“I wish I could say no. I don’t know, to be honest. Ruby wasn’t wrong, though. He looked at Y/N like he wants to…”
“What will we do now?” you look up at Sam. “I’m scared of John. He didn’t look happy when I couldn’t kill Ruby.”
“We run,” Sam jerks his head toward his brother. “Charlie helped me transfer most of our money to an offshore bank account a few days ago. I knew shit will go down.” He shrugs as his brother gapes at him. “We can take the Impala and get out of this fucking town, Sammy.”
“Better late than never, huh? Lock the door,” Dean hurriedly locks the door while Sam walks inside the walk-in-wardrobe to remove a fake wall. He gets three duffle bags and clothes out, smirking as you look up at him with wide eyes. “One for each of us. New papers, money, clothes, guns, all we will need to get out of town.”
“How…what?” Sam hands you new clothes to wear. Jeans, a t-shirt, a red-checkered flannel, boots, and a leather jacket.
“Dean, I got something for you too. We need to look different. No suits and polished shoes until we got away.”
“I can live with that,” Dean looks at the clothes Sam hands him. “Jeans and plaids. Awesome…”
“I said no detours,” Sam watches a girl run toward the Impala. He huffs in the backseat as she jumps into Dean’s arms. “He found the time to pick up a girl?”
“Get inside, sweetheart,” Dean hurriedly gets back behind the steering wheel. Benny, Castiel, and Gadreel made sure to distract John long enough for you to escape but he doesn’t want to waste another minute.
“Hi,” you watch the waitress Dean met up with for weeks get inside the Impala. She presses a duffle bag to her chest, smiling at Sam and you in the back. “Nice to finally meet you. I’m (*another reader*).”
“Y/N, and this is Sam, my husband,” you watch her buckle up as Dean starts the engine to get out of town. “We glad we finally meet you.”
“So…we are on the run now,” she asks as you watch her watch Dean. She moves her hand to his thigh and softly speaks his name. It’s the first time Dean looks at peace since you know him.
“Not for long, (*another reader*). We will find a place to call home. See it as…”
“A fresh start,” Sam smirks as Dean pushes the car to its limit.
Only a few hours and you are out of John Winchester territory. Castiel, Benny, and Gadreel will make sure your father-in-law looks for you at the wrong end of the world.
“A fresh start,” Dean agrees as you lean your head against Sam’s shoulder. You close your eyes and allow yourself to dream of a better life; away from crimes, pain, and fear.
A life in which you can have a family and a life with the man you love.
Summary: Tall. Dangerous. Alpha. Sam Winchester is someone you should not piss off unless you want to pay for your sins. No one touches his mate, no one who wants to stay alive.
Pairing: Alpha!Mobster!Sam Winchester x Omega!Reader
Characters: Stan Thompson, Jody Mills, Dean Winchester, Donna Hanscum
A/N: For my story true mates = soul mates. The name of your true mate appears on your wrist when you first scent him/her.
A/N2: A short epilogue to end the story. For now…
<< Part 3
“My son is my only legacy…”
“I didn’t want to believe the rumors,” the man muses, watching Sam walk into his office, a soft smile on his face. Not minutes ago, he watched you nurse your firstborn and now, his heart swells in his chest, making him feel like a different man.
“What can I do for you?” Sam is not in the mood for pleasantries, so he comes straight to the point. “I thought we agreed you’ll leave town after the stunt your daughter pulled.”
“I want redemption, Samuel Winchester,” Stan Thompson, Amelia’s father leans back in his chair, smirking at Sam. “I haven’t seen my daughter in years, but this doesn’t mean I do not miss her dearly since she’s been gone.”
“Your daughter was an awful person snaking her way into my life. When I finally came to my senses and found my true mate she tried anything to get rid of my omega,” the tall alpha growls, eyes glowing hazel orbs now.
“Sammy, you need to calm,” Dean tries to reason with an overprotective alpha. “I know you are a new father and all you can focus on are your omega and your pup, but we need to take care of the problem at hand for now.”
“That bastard has the guts to come here and demand redemption from me. His daughter tried to make me kill my mate. After she didn’t succeed she hired that monster to grope my wife and in the end, she tried to kill my family. I won’t sit here and listen to this nonsense,” the alpha is ready to kill Amelia’s father right here, in his office.
“Mr. Thompson, I suggest you leave town and mourn your loss somewhere else. We both know you shouldn’t bug my brother,” whilst Sam crosses his arms over his wide chest, already forming a plan to get rid of Thompson, his brother tries to make sure Jody won’t find another dead body tonight.
“Alpha, you are here,” you almost stumble toward your alpha as he walks into the nursery. “He’s about to wake. Little Sammy wants to greet his father when he wakes. Aw,” you sniff as your son opens his eyes to look up at his father, immediately lifting his tiny hands to cry for Sam.
“I read pups can scent their alpha,” Sam carefully takes Sammy jr. out of his cradle to gently hold him against his chest. “He’s so tiny.”
“Compared to you everyone is tiny,” cooing the words you stroke your son’s head while looking at your alpha. Sam is still overwhelmed with his new role but tries his best to not show he’s nervous while holding his son. “You are doing well, Sam.”
“What do you mean?” looking at his son in his arms Sam feels his heart flutter. It’s been ages since he felt like the young and carefree boy from back then.
“You won’t hurt him. It’s okay to hold him in your arms, alpha,” you kiss your son’s hair, smiling as he coos. “I think he knows you are his father and protector. Sammy jr. is relaxed and tired again…” you laugh as your son rests his head onto Sam’s chest to sleep some more. “I guess now you must hold him for a few more hours…”
“So, you want me to make sure Stan Thompson leaves town?” Jody watches Dean sit on her couch, nursing a beer. “Dean, I helped Sam out more than once over the last months; years even. I cannot do more right now. Hanscum won’t look the other way again.”
“I don’t want you to look the other way,” the mobster runs one hand down his face, sighing deeply. “Sammy will lose control if anyone or anything threatens his family. Thompson came to my brother’s house and demanded redemption for his daughter’s death. I don’t know for how long I can keep my brother from killing that man.”
“Thompson dared to extort your brother?” chuckling Jody looks at Dean. “I think that guy has a death wish. But you are right, Sam can’t kill another man. If he does, he could lose everything, including his family.”
“Help me, Jody,” the alpha pleas. “I would get rid of Thompson, but it would only end with his death if I take care of the problem. Give me a hand, an idea…anything.”
“I think I got an idea to get rid of Thompson without killing him,” the kind beta smirks, raising her bottle to take a large swig.
“Signed. Sealed. Delivered,” the mobster watches Jody arrest Stan Thompson, an amused smirk on his lips. “I did a great job, Jody helped. He got arrested for tax freud,” Dean says as his brother smirks to himself. “No need to kill him this time.”
“You’re right,” the younger brother dips his head, nodding at one of the officers arresting the newest bad guy in his game.
“No need to kill him,” as Dean turns to walk toward his car Sam keeps on watching the scene in front of him, “at least not tonight. But you never know what happens on his way to jail, or in jail…”
“A heart attack,” Donna frowns deeply as she read the autopsy report. “He looked healthily when I last saw him. Dammit, he was my best chance to bring Sam Winchester down.”
“Sometimes you win, and other days you lose,” Jody says, giving her colleague an apologetic smile. “No one knew about his bad heart, Donna. Stress, grief, and anger took a toll on him.”
“I guess so,” the blonde nods, still, there is this nagging feeling telling her Sam Winchester killed Stan too. “One day I’ll get him, Jody.”
“One day,” even though it would break her heart, Jody nods at Donna’s comment. She knows that she can’t protect Sam any longer.
“My men,” you sniffle, at the sigh of your alpha on your nest, his son on top of his naked chest. “See, I told you he’ll seek your warmth and presence. Now I’m jealous. He never sleeps so peacefully on my chest.”
“How could he? Look at your breasts, all swollen and leaking milk,” purring the words Sam stares at your tits. “I will devour you the moment I get the chance to.”
“I know,” crawling toward your alpha to curl in his side you purr low in your throat. “Do you want more children? Not now but—”
“Three, or maybe four. No—wait,” Sam mutters. “We have a son, now I want a sweet daughter and maybe another brother. Uh—we could have more. How many do you want?”
“I—uh,” giggling you look at your son on Sam’s chest. “I guess as many as we can get. I love kids, and my alpha has a big house.” You sit back up to kneel on the bed, pecking Sam’s lips.
“That he has but,” craning his neck Sam meets your lips halfway, “we will have a big wedding before our family grows. I want you to wear my name too…”
Under construction - A different world - Kinktober 22
Title: Under construction - A different world
Summary: The men renovating your kitchen have other plans...
Square filled for: @spnquotebingo - Quote: (“What the hell is wrong with you? You don’t just go around shooting people like that!” – SPN)
Square filled for: @j3bingo - Plan goes wrong
Kink: Homewrecker kink
Word Count: 3,8 k
Ship: Winchesters x Brat!Reader (Dean x Reader; Sam x Reader; John x Reader - no Wincest)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: angst, language, cheating, dirty talk, daddy kink, voyeurism, multiple partners, unprotected sex, smut, creampie, mentions of anal sex (no description), I’ll label it dub-con (just in case), slut-shaming, daddy kink, roughness, manhandling, marking with cum, breeding kink?, taking turns, cum-eating (barely), they fuck for a week straight, characters death, blood, violence, sneaky Winchesters
Divider by @firefly-graphics
Alternative version to: Under construction
Kinktober 2021
2021 SPN QUOTE BINGO masterlist
2021 J3 Bingo masterlist
Please head the warnings for this story. It’s 18+ only.
Day 1
“My husband said you must finish the room until the end of the week,” you complain, pointing at the still not finished kitchen. “You are the worst construction worker ever.”
“Sweetheart, my father said we will need more time to finish the kitchen so we will need more time,” one of the workers dares to talk back, earning a huff and an angry look. “Now shove your ass out of the kitchen, trophy wife.”
“What did you just call me?” you are in the man’s face, sizing him up. “I will tell my husband about your behavior. He’ll fire you.”
“Dean didn’t explain the complexity of the problem at hand, kitten,” the younger brother says. “Your husband did not pay for shit so far. We will not finish the kitchen if he doesn’t pay us.”
“That’s a lie,” twirling around to stalk toward the boss of the bunch of useless construction workers you mutter under your breath. “I want you to work and not sit in my kitchen to drink coffee and watch me do yoga in the garden. Don’t think I didn’t see ya!” hands on your hips you glare up at the elder man.
“Doll, you shouldn’t talk like that to me,” he says, a dark grin on his lips. “Ya know, your husband owes me a lot of money and I think, you should pay us right now.”
“I—I got no money here, Mr. Winchester,” you whimper, intimidated by the look on his face. He grips your chin with two fingers, still that smirk on his lips.
“Aw, sweetness. I’m interested in a more creative way to pay me for my work, doll. How about you lose that dressing gown and show us what you are hiding underneath? I bet; you will look good on my cock.”
“What?” his crudeness, the way he looks at you like you are a piece of meat he can use and his hand wrapping around your throat have you already on the edge. “I—I’m married.”
“I don’t give a single fuck, doll. Now, how do you want this? I can call your husband and tell him you fired us after you threw yet another tantrum, or you will let me bend you over that brand-new kitchen island I paid for and let me have my way with your sweet cunt.”
“Bet her fine husband can’t even make her cum, Sir,” Dean snickers. His eyes drop to your ass, and he can’t hold back a groan, imagining having his way with your sweet ass too. “Make it three, sweetheart.”
“Three?” you swallow thickly, but to your shame your pussy clenches around nothing. “All of you? How? I—”
“We will take turns, kitten,” Sam purrs, long fingers caressing your cheek. “Come on, lemme make you feel good. I know you didn’t get any for months. Your husband is a boring businessman not knowing how to handle a girl like you.”
“But daddy knows how to treat a girl right,” John crashes his lips onto your mouth, immediately snaking his tongue with yours. “Say yes, doll.”
“I—I don’t know,” your legs are about to give in when John steps away to allow his sons to cut your dressing gown open. “Hey, that was expensive.”
“Holy fuck, she’s wearing nothing but a,” Dean groans deeply. “– wait, is that a hole in her panties?” he cocks his head to get a better look at your underwear. “Oh, you fucking slut wanted to get fucked.”
“It’s laundry day,” you lie shamelessly without missing a beat.
“Trust me,” Sam cups one tit, groping it roughly. “After we are done, you can only burn those panties.”
“I can’t do this, my husband he’ll—” you bite your tongue, not wanting to admit your husband gives a shit on you for years. “He wouldn’t care, I guess.”
“I bet he’s banging his secretary,” John walks you backward, eyes glued to your stiff nipples now. “Let me make you feel good, little slut. I will fuck you so good you’ll lose your mind.”
“I,” you try to find your voice, but John moves his hand into your panties while his sons wrap their lips around one nipple, fighting over your breasts. “Fuck, please.”
“Patience, kitten,” Sam groans against your chest, biting and sucking at your tender flesh. “Dad is going to fuck you first.”
“I’m next, I won this time,” Dean snickers as his brother gives him bitch face. “I won, Sammy. Now you are going to have sloppy seconds…”
“I don’t give a fuck,” the younger brother growls, biting your nipple.
“Fuck,” you whimper and whine while grinding against John’s fingers. “Please fuck me; all of you.”
“As you wish. Give us a moment to decide if we will give you the honor to go in bare,” for a moment you believe they wanted to make fun of you.
They leave the kitchen, mumbling something you can’t hear before they come back, wearing nothing but a smirk.
“Bend over the kitchen island, face onto the marble, if you want us to stop, say pineapple,” Dean smirks when you stumble toward the kitchen island to bend over, showing off your soaked panties. “Good girl.”
“No, she’s a whore for my cock now,” John grips your ass to squeeze it tightly. “Any hard limits, doll? Tell me now before I work my cock into you. I love having my way with another man’s wife, to wreck their home and cunts a little.”
“No pain and I don’t do anal stuff. I mean…I would but I’ve never,” Dean groans, once again imagining fucking your tightest hole.
“We will get you there,” Sam smirks when you shoot him an angry look. “Your pussy is mine to pay us for the last three weeks.”
“Good, god,” the eldest man groans, as he runs his fingers over your soaked panties. “You are soaking me like a bitch in heat. I will so ruin this cunt.”
“Please—” you push your ass into his crotch, grind against his erection. “I need you to fuck me like the whore I am. I need it so badly.”
“I’m on it, Y/N,” John admires your crotchless panties one last time before he presses the wide head against your opening. “Hold tight onto the kitchen counter, cause this is going to be a wild ride.” He shoves himself into you without any preparation, making you cry out at the sudden fulness. “Shut up and take it, whore.”
“Shit, she looks good stuffed with cock. She won’t parade around the house as if she’s a princess anymore after we are done with her cunt. Our little whore will know she’s only a cum dumpster to anyone, nothing else,” Dean watches his father cup the back of your neck to hold you down as he begins to move his hips.
“OH-God-Daddy,” the sound of your screams mixed with John’s grunts fills the room and Sam must close the windows to not let the gardener know you get fucked right here, in your kitchen. “Harder…please.”
“Shut up. You are not in control,” John slams into you, making it hurt a little on purpose to press more noises and little moans out of your throat. “Be more vocal. Tell me how good it feels to get fucked by me. Tell my sons to do the same.”
“Please fuck me too, just like your daddy. He feels so good,” you choke the words out, barely able to do anything but to take John’s punishing thrusts and moan like the whore you are for his cock. “So good.”
“See, I can fuck you better than your fine husband,” John speeds up, now jackhammering into your cunt like he wants to destroy you. “Take it, slut. Take all of me and cum.”
“Ah—fuck,” your pussy clenches tightly around his shaft only three thrusts later, milks John dry, greedily sucks every droplet of his cum in. “Fuck…”
“Pull out, I want to be next,” Dean watches his father hastily pull out of you, eyes immediately glued to your ruined panties and the cum drip out of your abused cunt. “On the kitchen island, legs spread wide, let me see your slutty hole.”
“I don’t think she can move,” Sam grips your waist to spin you around. He easily lifts you onto the kitchen island, smirking when you look up at him with doe eyes. “Just wait for my cock, kitten. I’ll destroy you.”
“Get off her,” the elder brother pushes Sam off you to stand between your legs. “I will fuck her first. You can go for round three with her cunt, after I gave her my load.”
“Sons, no fighting,” John lazily strokes his cock, already feeling the itch return. “We will go for more than one round. We have a week, don’t we? Your fine husband is on a business trip for a week and left this fine piece of ass all alone here, with three hungry wolves…”
Day 2
After the first round with the Winchesters in your kitchen, they dragged you into your bedroom and took you apart one by one all over again.
Now, one day later you are spread wide for the elder brother while he has his way with you.
Today he won, is allowed to fuck you first, to make you scream his name until your voice is hoarse and your pussy filled with his cum.
“Dean,” you paw at his back, try anything to release the pressure he builds in your core. “I’m gonna cum again.”
“Not yet. We are just getting started, sweetheart,” he lifts his head from your chest, to glance at your marked breasts. “So pretty wearing my bite marks.” Dean groans, hips crashing into yours, making you whimper in pleasured pain. “Fuck, this pussy is perfect.”
“I—I doubt it will be after you all are done,” biting your lower lip you watch John and Sam stroke their cocks, knowing they demand their turn. “OH, fuck. Harder Dean.”
“You heard the lady,” John rumbles, smirking as you wrap your legs tighter around his son’s waistline, and start to rock your hips to the rhythm Dean sets. “Fuck her harder. Ruin her cunt, mark her inside and outside.”
“Can you just not,” the man on top of you grits his teeth, slams his left fist into the mattress to not shoot his load into you after a few minutes. “I try to fuck her like the slut she is for my cock.”
“Our cocks,” Sam corrects, watching your lips part, and your eyes roll back in your skull when his brother hits that spot letting your vision white out. “See, she came again. A whore full of cock is the happiest.”
You’d like to slap the stupid smirk off Sam’s face, but Dean grunts your name, giving you a particularly hard thrust to get your attention. “Look at me, slut.”
“I—I can’t cum again,” it’s an unheard plea. Dean doesn’t care, he wants to feel your cunt grip him tightly again. “Please.”
“Sweetheart, you will give me one more. I know you can do it,” his features soften, and you feel your heart swell as he praises you. “You’re such a good girl, cum for me.”
“O-kay,” your nails bite into his flesh, leaving angry red lines all over his back as you shudder through your next orgasm, squeezing Dean hard enough to hurt.
“That’s it, milk my cock dry like the slut you are for us. Take all of me. Maybe I’ll get you round, huh? I could take you with me and parade you around town. Show everyone I knocked your husband’s wife up.”
Day 5
It’s another day in paradise or hell. Depends on your body parts. Your pussy sings in delight, but the rest of your body is sore, tired, and covered with marks and cum today.
“Love to fuck this pussy,” Sam smirks down at you, loving you look all fucked out. “I told you, that we will try any position coming to my mind.
“Dude, what’s that position called? Looks uncomfortable,” Dean pinches one of your nipples, snickering when you try to slap his hand away with your one free hand. “Aw, your pretty nipples are oversensitive, huh?”
“It’s called, g-spot position, Dean,” Sam explains. “This way, I can fuck her deep and so good I make her see stars.”
“Uh—” while his brother grips your ass tighter, Dean wonders if Sam lied. “Anyways, it’s uncomfortable. Hell, her ass and legs are in the air. Must be painful.”
“No,” you pant. “Feels so fucking good, Dean,” pretty much your entire body points toward the ceiling and you carry all of your weight on your shoulders while holding onto Sam’s legs to steady yourself, but fuck, if it doesn’t feel good having the tall man hold your ass in a tight grip, and his cock so deep it hurts a little.
The sensation of being upside down with a man is new to you, your husband never even tried to please you. But these men try anything to make you cum over and over again.
“Fuck, don’t wiggle,” Sam pants, thrusting a little harder. Sam presses his knees harder into the mattress with every thrust but keeps them together. He holds you in position, hands pawing at your thighs. The tall man could easily hurt you, but oddly, his hands are gentle, a stark contrast to the punishing pace of his hips.
“I—” you whimper his name, beg him to let you fall over the edge. “Please, Sam.”
“That’s it, kitten. Cum all over me and I will paint you with my seed,” he grunts, rolling his hips slower. “Right. Fucking. Now.”
His commanding tone does it for you. While he lazily thrusts in and out of your slicked sex, you cup your tits, squeezing the soft flesh hard as you fall over the edge once again.
“Perfect little slut,” John nods to himself, watching his son pull out of you to stroke his cock, cum shooting onto your chest, stomach, and chin. “Oh, fuck me,” he groans when you dip your finger into Sam’s cum to lick it off your finger. “That’s it…I’m gonna fuck her so hard…”
Day 7
“Ride daddy harder, doll,” John’s hands paw at your ass, guide you up and down his thick length, making you gasp every time he presses against your g-spot. “I know you are tired, just one last load. I want to cum inside of you again, not all over your ass.”
“Or inside her ass,” Dean slaps your ass, making the cheek jiggle. “She’s so fucking tight there too. I could happily live in her ass.”
“Dean, that’s not the way to talk about her ass,” watching your head fall against his father’s shoulder Sam sighs. “But, let’s talk about the plan. What will we do now?”
“True,” the eldest Winchester grunts, thrusting up into you. “I suggest we go with plan C,” he pats your back when you whimper with every thrust. “Almost there, baby doll. Tell me if it’s too much.”
“I’m tired, daddy,” you snuggle into his chest, ignoring he fucks wildly into you to reach the peak. “Can you cum now? I wanna sleep, please.”
“Shit, she’s a naughty little slut. It’s decided, we are going to keep her,” barely awake you feel John’s warmth fill you, and someone’s voice calling your name or rather screaming it.
“Sleep, doll. You must not know what’s going to happen to your fine husband now,” John pats your back, gently runs his hand up and down your skin. “The stuff you put into her tea works fast. She almost fell asleep while I fucked her.”
“Maybe you are boring,” Sam shrugs while his brother presses the barrel of his gun into your husband’s back. “How about you try yoga? You could go for longer, old man.”
“I can still make her cum, Sammy,” John shifts on his seat, making you clench tightly around him. “Fuck, she’s still clenching around me.”
“What? Why is she still alive and—did you fuck my wife?” your husband growls. “I paid you to get rid of her, not to have fun first.”
“Dude, Winchesters do whatever they want and, we wanted to fuck your little brat since the first morning she walked into the kitchen, swaying her hips, getting me rock-hard,” Dean unlocks his gun. “Thing is, she’s a good lay, and to be honest, I like to fuck her more than any chick before.”
“In other words, we will not only not kill her, but we will also keep your sweet wife and make her ours,” John nods at Sam, silently telling him to bring you out of the room. “We will need to pack a few things for her. Call Jimmy and Benny.”
“Got it, Sir,” Sam lifts you off his father’s lap, groaning when John’s cum runs out of your cunt and drips onto John’s naked thighs. “How long will you need?”
“Not too long…”
“Tired,” you whine, tugging at Sam’s shirt. “Why are we in the bedroom,” you slowly blink your eyes open. “Where are the others? Did they already leave? WAIT! Matthew caught us while I was riding your daddy!”
“Calm down, Y/N,” Sam’s features soften when you glance at your left hand. “I removed it for you, kitten. I don’t think you want to wear your husband’s ring any longer. Now get dressed; dad wants to talk to you.”
“Wait—what’s going on?” jerking your head toward two strangers stuffing your clothes, jewelry, and random stuff they find into suitcases you frown. “Who are they?”
“Jimmy and Benny, now get dressed, or do you want them to see your naked ass too?” Sam teases. “Guys, give us a minute. Go to the bathroom and grab everything belonging to a woman.”
“Got it, boss,” the men leave the room to give you privacy. “Holler when you are done.”
“Kitten, get dressed and come with me,” Sam holds out his hand, sighing when you jerk away.
“Am I in trouble,” you whisper, fearing you did something wrong. “Are you mad at me?”
“Y/N, please just get dressed. Dad will explain the situation, okay. But no, you are not in trouble. You did so well for us…”
“There she is,” John takes your hand to guide you into your living room. “Sam, tell Benny and Jimmy to have look at the other rooms too. Grab everything belonging to her.”
“What’s going on?” confused you glance at your husband, who's currently restrained to a chair and gagged with one of your panties. The crotchless pair the Winchesters ruined on your first day together.
“You see, that fine man,” Dean punches your husband’s face, making you flinch, “wanted us to keep an eyes on you and find anything to make you look like a cheater. After we spend a month at this place, we knew you are a good girl.”
“Such a good girl,” John purrs in your ear, pecking it. “We told your husband that you are, in fact, not a cheater and that you try your best to make him happy.”
“Sadly, this piece of shit,” this time Sam rams his fist into your husband’s face, “wants you gone. One way, or another.”
“What? I don’t understand,” confused you hide your face in John’s chest to not watch his son’s taking turns in beating up your husband.
“He wanted you dead and gone, sweetheart,” you whimper when Dean steps closer to you to peck your neck. “Good thing we do not kill sweet girls. Or women in general, including kids, elderly people, and dogs. Maybe cats as I’m allergic…”
“You kill cats?” you sniffle, tilting your head to glance at Dean. “Really?”
“No, of course not. I was joking okay,” nodding you let Dean kiss your cheek. “Problem was, we could not leave without risking your husband hiring someone else to get the job done.”
“So—you fucked me to decide if you want to kill me?”
“Nope, we did it to give your husband proof you are cheating on him but, while we were fucking you,” Sam smirks, slapping your ass, “we decided to not let that bastard get away with it. Kitten, we will keep ya.”
“You wanted to…and then…he wanted what?” your head is spinning, and you are close to losing consciousness. “This can’t be true.”
“The fuck-a-ton was a bonus, Y/N,” you roll your eyes at John’s comment. “I mean, your pussy is the best I had for the longest time. And I will not talk about your ass or I will.”
“B-astards,” your husband grunts behind the gag, fighting the ropes Dean used to retrain him to the chair. “My a—ss.”
“Ya think that’s yours?” Dean gropes a handful of your ass, making you squeal. “Nah, you are mistaken, buddy. That’s ours. I had it first and I swear, no man will ever touch it but me and maybe my family.”
“Dean, stop fooling around,” a gunshot makes your ears ring, you cry out, falling to the ground to crawl toward the couch to hide behind it. “What the fuck Dean?” John stares at the hole in your husband’s chest, gulping.
“Dean, fuck! We wanted to let him disappear, not shoot him right in front of Y/N,” Sam runs one hand down his face, shaking his head.
“What the hell is wrong with you? You don’t just go around shooting people like that! That wasn’t the plan! I mean, we are fucked if anyone in this nosy neighborhood heard the gunshot, Dean,” John starts to pace the room, panicking a little whilst you slowly get up to glance at your dead husband.
“This house is soundproof,” you carefully step back toward John. “He liked to party with his stupid friends and the neighbors, they called the cops every time.”
“Soundproof, fuck me,” snickering Dean pokes your husband’s chest with his gun. “Dude, at least you did one thing right.”
“Dean, we will talk about your impulse control when we are back home. Now we need to be smart, get Y/N and her shit out of here before we call our favorite problem solver,” John rolls his eyes when Dean simply throws you over his shoulder, not a care in the world.
“We are mobsters, Sir. What did you expect me to do after he wanted us to kill his lovely wife?”
Day 10
“Bedroom, bathroom, anything you will need,” John shows you around his house, or rather the large mansion he wants you to call home from now on. “I know you must be confused, angry, and hurt, but my boys and I want you to stay with us. I promise we will always take good care of you”.”
“I need to know one thing, John,” you look up at John, holding his gaze. “Did you, if only for a few moments, consider killing me?”
“No,” he shakes his head. “I would’ve never hurt you, doll. Our business, it’s dirty, rotten, and dangerous, but we have rules. No hurting women, kids, or elderly people...and pets.”
“Good, then I’ll stay with you,” you twirl around to walk toward the bathroom. “Now I’m going to have a fucking long bubble bath and later, you will tell me everything about your deal with my husband, daddy.”
“If you let me join you in the bathtub, I’ll tell you every fucking detail,” John purrs, eyes drifting toward your ass. “So many details…”
“Same,” Sam and Dean grunt in unison, waltzing into your bedroom. “It’s a freaking large bathtub, made for—” Dean smirks when you slide your dress down your body, “fuck our girl good and help her relax…”
Summary: He wants you to sweeten the deal for him.
Pairing: Mobster!Sam Winchester x fem!Reader
Characters: Dean Winchester
Warnings: language, thigh riding (I’ll label this one dub-con, just in case), groping, angst, deals, a hint of blood, possessive Sam, a hint of stalker vibes?, fluff, cuddling & snuggling (a hint), overuse of the pet name ‘kitten
Divider by @firefly-graphics
“Come here, sit on my lap and show me what I will get for saving your brother’s pitiful life,” the man smirks when you slowly walk toward the chair he occupies. He’s tall, taller than any man you ever met, and you can’t stop your body from responding to his command as he lowers his voice. “Don’t let me wait, kitten.”
He pats his thigh with his large hand, and you reluctantly walk a little faster, knowing he wants more than your money and the promise to keep your mouth shut to save your big brother.
Sometimes you ask yourself why you must protect your brother, not the other way around.
Big brothers should care for their younger siblings, not get them into trouble.
Usually, you only pay for his debts but now, he messed with the wrong man and you will pay a much bigger price.
“Aw, don’t be shy. I know you want to be a sweet little kitten for me,” he smirks darkly while holding his large hand out for you. “I won’t ask again, Y/N. If you want to call the deal off, we can do so. It’s up to you.”
“I’m sorry,” you take his offered hand, place your smaller one into his large palm, surrender to your fate, and the dangerous man look at you with soft hazel eyes. “It’s just—”
He grips your wrist, forces you onto his lap, big hands helping you straddle his thigh. You want to push him away but oddly, he looks at you in adoration and you give in, let him touch your cheek, thumb running over your lower lip.
For a moment it feels like he’s unsure what to do, or as if he is yearning for you to return his affection. But the fleeting moment is gone when another man steps into the room, clearing his throat.
“Satisfied with your price, Sammy,” the other man purrs, eyes drifting toward you on his brother’s lap. “I see you already got comfortable around my younger brother. Just remember, you are our guest if you are a good girl. If you are bad…” he shrugs, “well, we don’t want to go there, sweetheart.”
“Leave us alone now, Dean,” Sam runs his hands over your arms to calm you. “Let her brother go now. Tell him to never mess with me and my business again. His sister saved his ungrateful ass for the last time, she’s mine now and won’t risk her life for him ever again.”
“Pity I’m taken,” Dean smirks, eying you shamelessly, “I wouldn’t have said no to that deal, Sammy. Maybe we can—”
“Dean, don’t finish that line,” Sam warns while gripping your arms tightly. “She’s not a toy we can share. She’s mine, now go back to your girl.”
“Fine, fine,” the elder brother grumbles, “Have fun, but not too much. I would hate to see her broken after one night with you. Don’t let the beast out tonight.”
“Beast,” you question, eyes drifting toward Sam’s large hands. “Will you hurt me? I—I don’t want you to hurt me.”
“Thank you Dean for scaring her,” he moves his hands to your back to gently stroke your skin. “Kitten, I won’t hurt you. Maybe I will try to break you a little one day, but pain is nothing you will experience in my presence.”
“Sammy likes it rough,” Dean flees out of the room before Sam can shoot him, but not without telling you more about his brother’s preferences in the bedroom. “…and to spank your ass. Call him Sir, sweetheart.” The door slams shut with a loud thud, leaving you in silence.
“Fucker!” Sam yells, making you flinch on top of him. “I will beat you into a pulp if you don’t shut up, jerk!”
Sam takes a few deep breaths, tries to tame his raging anger. Dean had to mess things up for him with a girl once again.
“Spank me?” you glance at Sam’s large hands again, biting your lower lip this time, chewing on it.
“Not now,” he smirks, eyes dropping to your lips. “Come on kitten, show me what you can do for me. I want you to ride my thigh.”
He presses his large palm to the small of your back, forces you to place your hands onto his shoulders to have something to hold onto.
“Ride your thigh,” you wonder aloud. You believed he wants you to go down on him, or ride his dick, not ride his thigh to ruin his pants.
“Sweeten the deal for me. I want you to convince me you want to save your brother and fulfill your promise to do anything I want from you,” he says.
“Ride you,” a whimper pulls from your throat as he moves his large hands to your waist to guide your movement. You cry out, feeling the rough material of his pants rub against your throbbing clit. “Ah, oh—god.”
“That’s a start, now make yourself cum, Y/N,” Sam orders. “Do it.”
“I can’t,” you wiggle on his thigh, try to find the best position to bring your clit to life. “It doesn’t feel good. Please—”
“What do you want? Use your words,” he purrs, hands squeezing your ass roughly. The smug bastard smirks, knowing it’s not enough to bring you over the edge. “I need to hear it.”
“I need your help, Sir,” you move faster, desperate to get off. Head falling against his shoulder you rock your hips, but you can’t ignite the spark you are desperately chasing. “Please.”
“Hmm…do you deserve having it, kitten?” you lift your head to meet Sam’s gaze, nodding silently. “Have you been a good girl for me?”
“So good, please,” you whimper and whine, hands pawing at his shoulders. “I need more. You know I need more.”
His hands move to your ass, give you a rhythm to follow. “Baby girl, you can do it,” he rasps, darkened eyes holding your gaze. “Fuck yourself on my thigh and come for me.”
Your hips move on their own. You grind against his thigh, rub your pussy over the rough material of his pants, soaking them with every swirl of your hips.
“Such a good girl, soaking my pants,” Sam muses as your lips part and you dig your fingertips into his shoulders. You whimper, too close to an unexpected high. “I want you to get yourself off.”
“Fuck,” you bite your lip until you draw blood when your high hits you. Sam crushes his lips to yours, licks the blood off your lips, while his hands guide you to ride your high out. “OH—fuck.”
“Yeah, that’s a good girl. A perfect one,” he holds you to his chest as you tremble and moan. “Come down now, kitten. You’ve done so well for me. A good girl knows when to stop.”
“I,” your voice fails, and you don’t know what to think or how to react to Sam. He holds you in his arms, runs one hand over your hair and back. “What do you want from me?”
His naked chest is warm, and his hands are surprisingly gentle as they run up and down your back. He tries to calm you, to assure you he will not force you to do anything you don’t want to do.
“You will never need to pay your brother’s debts again,” he murmurs, kissing your hair softly as you try to ignore you lie on top of his warm chest. It feels wrong and heavenly at the same time. “I’ll protect you from now on.”
“Why keep me safe? You could’ve just killed my brother for messing with your business and force me into your bed,” you lift your head to look up at the mobster sharing your bed. “Sir?”
“Call me Sam, kitten,” he purrs, hand moving to the small of your back to rest it there. “I had an eye on you since you moved back to town. I saw you work at one of Crowley’s clubs, thenight you got fired. You slapped a guest’s cheek as he dared to grope your ass and I knew; you must become mine.”
“I—I don’t understand. That was like two years ago. How can you—oh!” you gasp, realizing your brother’s unfortunate encounter with Sam Winchester wasn’t bad luck. “You wanted me? Why? I am no one special.”
“You are mine,” he pecks your hair, knowing you will have more questions later. “Now let’s sleep a bit. I don’t want to stay up all night.”
“Sam, I need answers. Did you mess with my brother to get me? Why not ask me out? I wouldn’t have said no to a man like you,” you admit, whispering the words. “How could I resist you?”
“I wanted to ask you out, but you were with that douche, Brady. He had the nerves to tell me to fuck off, and then he just upped and left a woman like you. That bastard ruined any chance I had to ask you out. I heard from your friend you are not dating, so I had to find another way.”
“And messing with my brother was okay with you?” you roll off his chest to turn your back on Sam. “This is sick.”
“I did not mess with him, kitten,” he moves closer to bury his face in your neck and move his arms around your waistline.
“Sure, like hell you did! Why would I be here if you did not?” you cry, hating you enjoyed being on top of Sam and having his attention.
“I was watching you talk to him at one of my clubs. You were out with your friends and then, your brother dared to break into my office and steal my money. I did not lure him in, he just did it. I was busy to watch you dance and imagine you will grind like that on my lap.”
“Your lap?” swallowing thickly you feel his erection press against your ass. “Why would I want to be on top of you again.”
“I could just be on top if you want me to,” he whispers in your ear, hot breath fanning over your skin. “Just tell me what you want, Y/N.”
“Maybe I want you to take me out on a date, not force me to ride your thigh after you threatened to kill my brother. He’s a fool, a dreamer, and a criminal, but I love him,” Sam wishes you will tell him you love him one day too.
“A date,” he hums, lips pressed against your pulse point. “That I can do, kitten. I will ask you out on a date and you can decide where we are going.”
“I’m not done,” Sam smirks against your skin when you clear your throat. He admires you demand things. “I want a date, and that you promise to never harm my brother. If you want me to become your—”
“Girlfriend,” he says, holding you a little tighter. “…and my wife, my queen.”
“Queen,” you turn around to search Sam’s face. He has an odd look on his face. A hint of adoration mixed with hunger and possessiveness. “You want me to become your queen…so you will make sure I feel safe and good…”
“Yeah,” Sam leans closer to press his lips to your forehead. “You’ll get all you want, Y/N. Name it and it’s yours…”
“Freedom. If you want me to go out with you, you must let me out of the deal first,” you see a chance and take it. “Choose Sam. Do you want a servant, or for me to see something else in you but my captor?”
“You are free to go, and I will not harm your brother,” he says within a heartbeat. “Just give me the chance to show you I can be your man.”
“Deal, Mr. Winchester,” you cup his face to seal your new deal with a soft kiss. “Now let’s sleep. I want you to take me out for lunch and dinner tomorrow…”
Summary: Sam tries to convince you to give him a chance while you are still pissed.
Pairing: Mobster!Sam Winchester x fem!Reader
Characters: Dean Winchester, Benny Lafitte, Arthur Ketch, Crowley
Warnings: angst, language, unrequited love, mentions of bad sex, arranged marriage, mobster business, jealous Sam, bratty/feisty reader, light smut, unprotected sex, fingering, the reader stops being silent and speaks her mind, implied torture
<< Part 2 - Gaps
Divider by @firefly-graphics
“Ruby,” I see. Dean cleans the knife, smirking when Ketch flinches at the sight of a larger knife on the table. “Why did you help that bitch? Don’t you have standards?”
“She promised me something in return,” spitting blood onto the floor Arthur tries to catch his breath. “I just couldn’t resist.”
“Great way to die early, Ketch,” the mobster pokes the tip of his favorite knife into Ketch’s chest. “Now tell me about Ruby's plans. I want to know every little detail. If you lie, this will be a lot more painful for you.”
“She offered Sam’s empire and enough money to settle down to me. I only had to let little miss sunshine disappear for her,” two hours alone with Dean and his tools took a toll on the usually tough man.
“I think, my brother will love to hear you not only wanted to take over his empire but tried to kill his wife too. I hope she promised you enough money to take the risk of pissing Sam Winchester off,” Crowley smirks when Dean wilds the knife in front of Arthur’s face. “Now let’s talk like men, shall we.”
“We got Ketch,” Sam moves his hand over your thigh to tickle your skin with his fingertips. “Dean always was better in interrogating people. I lack talent when it comes to getting information from someone who wanted to kill my wife.”
“Why? I saw you hurt people before. A dangerous man like you should be able to get information from him,” you try to move away from Sam to not feel his warmth, but he slings one arm around your waistline to hold you against his chest.
“I would’ve killed him the moment I laid eyes on him,” he purrs in your neck, lips suckling at your sweet spot. “He almost killed you. If not for your habit to sit in the front, you could be dead.”
“As if you would’ve cared,” huffing you try to ignore you can feel Sam’s hand move under your nightgown. “Sam, what are you doing?”
“I try to seduce my wife,” he mouths his way down your neck, leaves little love bites on his way. “Now that I know Lisa lied, I’m going to try to make things up to you.”
“Y-you can’t just,” his hand slips between your legs, makes you shudder as his long fingers slide through your folds. “Sam, this is not the time to—”
“It’s the perfect time to reunite,” Sam nips at your earlobe, bites it playfully while you try to not give in. “I can’t leave you unsatisfied for another day. Let me give you what your body is craving. Just take what you want.”
“I want to sleep,” you fight the heat rising in your belly. It’s not the time to give in to your husband. He treated you like an enemy, was cold and distant for the longest time. “Sam, t-take your hand off my p-ussy.”
“Why would I do such a thing? It sounds like you are enjoying yourself to me,” he toys with your swollen bud, not stopping when you grasp for his hand. “Take what you need, kitten.”
“I-I need,” you hate your body tries to betray you. “Sam, you need to stop. Fuck, please. I need to cum.”
“Yeah?” Sam husks in your ear. “How do you wanna cum, kitten? On my fingers, or full of my cock. Name it, and you’ll get it, Y/N. This is about you, not me tonight.”
“An orgasm will not make me like you more,” right now, you like Sam very much, or rather his fingers. “I mean it.” It’s a weak attempt to not give in to the spark Sam ignited but you know, it’s useless. Your touch-starved body won’t let you get away with your stubbornness.
“Lemme make you feel good,” rocking your hips you try to get more friction and add pressure to your thrumming clit at the same time. “I want to fuck you deep and good. Just say the word.”
“N—” he takes his hand away, pulls a needy whine from your lips when he robs you of your pleasure. “No, don’t stop now!”
“Come here,” your back hits the mattress, your legs end up around his waistline and you wonder how Sam managed to flip you over and push his sweatpants down at the same time. “I’m gonna make you feel so good.”
“I—we shouldn’t,” you whimper breathlessly. “This is so wrong—,” your body is craving Sam’s attention, but your brain still tries to fight your needy cunt. “Sam.”
“I got you, baby girl,” he shifts his hips, eager to fill you. “Gonna make you scream my name, tell everyone in this fucking house you are mine.” Sam grips your left thigh, spreads you wider for him. “Fuck, I’ve missed this pussy.”
“Why?” you slide your hands over his arms up to his shoulders to grip him tightly, forcing Sam to look down at you. “You felt like a cold fish if we even got naked once a month to make sure you are going to have an heir.”
“When I believed you are cheating on me I lost my mind. Dad pressured me to get you pregnant and I just couldn’t get the images of you and my brother out of my head. I’m sorry for being a jealous idiot,” he nudges at your entrance, lips claiming yours in a surprisingly gentle kiss.
“T-that’s no excuse for—” you dig your nails into his flesh, leaving crescent marks without a doubt when his cock slides into you with one hard thrust. “Fuck.”
“Fuck, baby, just let me,” Sam slowly begins to roll his hips, tries to make you feel all the things he can’t say with his words, “make you feel good.”
“Make me feel good,” you doubt he wants more than an orgasm from you but right now, you are too engrossed to watch Sam pin your hands on each side of your head.
He holds you down to keep you from slipping out of his grip, moaning against your lips with the first deep thrusts.
“You’re so good for me,” he pants on top of you. His hair falls into his face, makes him look more like the young man you met so many years before. A boy with shaggy hair and a soft smile. “My good girl. My wife. Mine.”
“Sam, did you hear me?” Dean watches his brother rub the back of his neck. “I know you are worried about your wife but she’s safe here. No one will get close to her on Benny’s watch.”
“I—we had sex last night,” Sam falls onto the couch at his office. He nervously rubs his thighs to slowly calm down. “It was good, I think. Y/N, she let me hold her and it felt good but this morning…”
“What? She enjoyed the orgasm and didn’t want to cuddle you in the morning,” the elder brother snickers. “Sam, you can’t expect her to fall back into old patterns. Give her time.”
“What if she wants to leave me now? I let Lisa fed me lies and treated my wife poorly,” Dean doesn’t say a word, simply listens to Sam’s rant. “Dean, don’t you want to say something?”
“Dude, you believed we fuck like rabbits behind your back. You flirted with Ruby, and you treated Y/N like trash. If she does not leave your sorry ass, I’ll eat salad for a month.”
“I’m keeping you up on that bet, Dean,” Sam smirks when you open the door, poking your head in. He can see you are nervous and unsure how to act around him so he moves toward the door to take your hand.
“Dean, hey,” you clear your throat, “give Sam and me a minute, will ya? I need to talk to my—husband.”
“Sure thing, sweetheart,” Dean pecks your check. “I need to make a few calls. Catch the bad guys, break a few bones. Ya know, the usual Sunday morning business.”
“You want to have breakfast and flirt with that cute new waitress,” you giggle when Dean slaps your ass playfully.
“How do you wanna know?” the mobster asks, cocking his head to the side meet your gaze. “Y/N, did you spy on me?”
“You leave the mansion earlier than usual for the last four or five weeks. You smell like pancakes and there is a cocky smirk on your lips. I think you get lucky on Sundays…”
“I always get lucky with the ladies but you ain’t wrong. Sammy, you better watch your wife. She’s a freaking spy,” Dean strolls toward the door, muttering under his breath. “Can a man not have pancakes and a quickie in his car without anyone spying on him.”
“No, you can’t, Deano. Do not forget to use a condom, champ!” you call after Dean, but he slams the door shut. “Aw, now he’s pissed.”
“You spied on my big brother?”
“I had nothing better to do, Sam. While you played gangster and ignored me, I had to spend my time at home. I’m not one of those trophy wives going on shopping sprees and wasting their time at a spa,” you quip.
Sam watches you walk toward his couch. “Last night was nice—wasn’t it?” he carefully tries. “Do you want to go for breakfast too? We could talk and, I don’t know…”
“Sam,” you cross your legs, hands folded in your lap. “Sex doesn’t change a thing. I don’t think any woman with a functional brain would ever forgive, Sam Winchester.”
“Baby I—” you raise your hand, shaking your head.
For the first time since you met Sam he seems to be nervous.
“I’m not done, Sam. I said any woman, but I’m not any woman. Now, tell me what you want to do about the current situation. If you want me to stay by your side and bear you heir, you will kill Ruby for me.”
“Kill her,” Sam nods. “I will find her, Y/N. She will face great punishment for hurting you.”
“—and I want to watch,” you get up from the couch, straighten your back and put a sweet smile on your lips while your heart hammers in your chest. You have Sam where you always wanted him, in your clutches, bend to your will. “If you do this for me, we can talk about our marriage.”
“Oh, okay,” he swallows thickly when you stand in front of him. Still that sweet smile on your lips, but a different woman. “All for you, kitten.”
“No more kitten, Samuel. If you prove that you can be a good husband, you can call me kitten again. Until then,” you pat his chest, snickering as his eyes darken a little. “you won’t touch me…” You place your hands onto his shoulders, stand on tiptoe to peck his lips before you place the last page of your diary into his hands. “Change my mind, Sam. If not, I will leave you for good.”
Sam watches you turn away from him to leave his office. “Y/N, you can’t—”
“I made my rules known, Sam,” you look over your shoulder to glance at your husband. “If you want me to stand by your side, stop thinking I’m a tool you can use. Call me when you found that bitch.”
“We found her,” Sam watches you walk next to him, holding his hand tightly. “If you still want to watch, I will not stop you but...you shouldn’t.”
“I will show everyone who I am, Sam. I’m a Winchester, your wife. No one will ever dare to underestimate me and my value again. Including my husband.”
“Welcome to the family business, kitten,” he lifts your chin with his index finger to kiss your lips softly. “Tonight, I want my wife back. But now, let’s take care of Ruby, shall we?”
Summary: You try to find your memories. Is it a good thing to remember your life with Sam?
Pairing: Mobster!Sam Winchester x fem!Reader
Characters: Dean Winchester, Benny Lafitte, Ruby, Arthur Ketch, Crowley, Jimmy Novak
Warnings: angst, language, unrequited love, mentions of bad sex, arranged marriage, mobster business, accidents, retrograde amnesia, jealous Sam, bratty/feisty reader, lies, tension, arguments, mentions of infidelity, threats
A/N: Diary entries in Italics and reader’s PoV
A/N 2: Part 2/3
Divider by @firefly-graphics
<< Part 1 - Blank
‘Diaries?’ wondering why you hid your diaries from any prying eye you take the first book out. ‘So many. Maybe I remember more things when I read one. Let’s see-‘ opening the book you smile, there is a pressed lily of the valley glued to the first page. ‘At least he seems to know my favorite flowers…’
September 21st, 2017 – Wedding Day
I start a new diary today as, to be honest, my old life is over now. No, this isn’t the reason. The reason I need to write a new one is that Sam Winchester, the man I married today, is so different from the man I thought I know so well.
The wedding barely began when I started to feel unease. Sam, he looked differently at me today. There was no smile, or soft squeeze to my hand to assure me we can make this arranged bond work.
No. All I got was a faked smile, a quick peck to my lips before he left me alone.
Don’t get me wrong. Sam stood by my side during the whole ceremony, the party, and until the guests finally left, but he wasn’t there. Not really.
Sam Winchester, the boy I watched become a man for so many years. The man I loved with all my heart is gone. And I’m afraid he got replaced by an imposer.
October 2nd, 2017
I haven’t written for a while, too busy to try to find out what happened to my Sam, my friend, and ally.
So far, I got nothing.
Whatever happened, it must have something to do with the marriage our fathers agreed to. I just don’t know why Sam hates being my husband.
I believed – or did I just hope? Whatever. I had hoped Sam feels the same or respects me enough to make me feel welcome at his house. But the truth is, I’m an unwelcome guest in his home.
Sam is nothing like the man I fell in love with and I’m afraid, my love for him will fade sooner or later…
‘I knew it,’ slamming the diary shut you close your eyes, letting out a shuddery breath you didn’t know you held. ‘He hates me.’
With shaking hands, you open the diary again, eager to hear more about your life, marriage, and Sam Winchester you thumb through the pages, shaking your head at all the pain and sorrows you hid from your husband.
‘Just read more and you’ll find out why your guts tell you to get the hell out of this house and away from Sam Winchester,’ you sigh deeply before you read another page.
December 25th, 2017
I’m alone again. Of course, I am. Mary and John offered me to come over, but I spend Christmas Eve at their mansion and I’m just not in the mood for their faked happiness.
Or are they happy? It seems I can’t distinguish truth from lies anymore.
Once upon a time, I believed Sam is a soft and caring man. That’s one of the reasons I agreed to marry him, even though, our relationship was strictly platonic until our wedding night.
He’s not even a good lover. Maybe it’s me or the disaster we call our marriage but that sexy and hung man can’t make me cum.
Hell, I had to buy a new vibrator to get off as Sam feels like a cold fish. He’s not making love to me, nor does he fuck me thoroughly. He rolls off me before I can even start to relax.
I hate to say it but: SAM WINCHESTER is a loser in the bedroom and at romance.
How could I agree to this bullshit and not raise my voice? Why do I still act like he’s not the worst husband in the history of husbands?
Well, crap – that’s a bit exaggerated. There are men, no not men, assholes out there abusing and hurting their wives and children. At least Sam doesn’t physically abuse me.
What the fuck Y/N! Did you just write that shit?
Now we are thankful he doesn’t beat you black and blue but treats you like shit. And he doesn’t make you cum, so fuck him…no, I rather use my vibrator.
I don’t know for how much longer I can pretend this isn’t ripping me apart.
I wish I never loved Sam. This would be so much easier to bear without my heart beating for him.
Sniffling you close the diary to wipe your eyes. ‘Hopelessly in love with a man not loving me. A loser in the bedroom and a cold person in general. Figures…’
While you debate to read more or just call it a day you look at all the diaries still waiting for you. Your memories are gone, so this is the only way to get to know yourself, Sam, and the life you had before you decide to stay or just start a new life – without Sam.
Getting all the diaries out you place them onto the bed, looking at the door. Before Sam or anyone else gets the chance to spy on you reading your diaries, you rush toward the door to lock it.
‘Fuck you, Sam Winchester…‘
“How is she?” watching his brother look at your patient file Dean paces around the room. “Sam, talk to me. Someone just tried to kill your wife and Benny.” raising his voice Dean growls the words.
“I think she hates me,” Sam mumbles, looking at the doctor’s notes. “The doctor said that Y/N’s brain didn’t get damaged. He assumes it’s a mental problem, that she doesn’t want to remember.”
“Bobby said someone manipulated the car. Benny never stood a chance, Sammy. Whoever tried to kill Y/N, did a great job. Luckily, they didn’t know she would sit in the front, next to the driver.”
“You think the truck hitting the limousine was planned?” placing the patient file onto his desk Sam looks at his brother, hoping he’ll tell him how to handle the situation. For the first time, Sam feels like a boy, not a man. “What shall we do now?”
“Benny, Bobby, and I will try to find out if the person behind all this wanted to kill your wife or one of us,” Dean points toward the picture frame of you on Sam’s desk. “You on the other hand should try to help your wife adapt. She lost her memories a week ago, but you were a lousy husband for three years.”
“I-I wasn’t,” Sam gapes at his elder brother, opening his mouth to say something only to press his lips into a thin line.
“Y/N told me you ignored her for three years. That you don’t even talk to her most of the time. Hell, your wife never had an orgasm as you don’t make her feel wanted, safe and fucking good,” Dean growls. “If anything, you should at least know how to make a woman feel good.”
“WAIT,” gaping at his brother Sam inhales sharply. “She never came? I-I mean she moaned and then-“ running his fingers through his hair Sam starts to pace the room like Dean did minutes before.
“Women can fake an orgasm, you know,” snickering Dean can see Sam’s face fall. “I always believed Winchester men know how to satisfy a woman. Guess you didn’t get the dick mojo I got.”
“Can you just not, Dean? We need to find out who tried to kill my wife, not talk about my sex life,” Sam tries.
“You mean the lack of it?” grinning the elder brother chuckles as he snatches the papers Bobby sent to Sam this morning from his desk. “I will take care of the investigations and you should try to fix your marriage or set Y/N free. This is no good for her, mentally, physically and-,” now Dean gives his brother a dirty grin, “sexually.”
April 15th, 2018
The garden is nice. God, I sound so lame. I feel like an elder lady, lonely, sexually frustrated, and hopeless in love with a dead man.
Sam Winchester, the man I loved, is dead to me and it pains me I can’t visit his grave but have to see the shadow he became every day.
Sometimes I pretend that I’m still the young girl meeting him for the first time. On days like these, I imagine how my life could be with the original Sam by my side.
Sadly, I’ll never know.
Yesterday I saw Sam with her again. The bitch who tries to get him back. Ruby, the woman with no last name. The one killing me with looks.
I hate her. I hate that I hate her ‘cause I never hated someone before.
Now Sam took this from me too.
Just like my smile. My love for him. And fucking orgasms.
I miss orgasms…fuck…I miss the passion and a man running his hands over my body, exploring it with hands, lips, and teeth.
I always assumed Sam is a passionate lover – boy was I wrong…
“Hey, uh-erm,” Sam knocks at your door, wondering why you locked it. “Can I come in, Y/N? I know you wanted to be alone, but I gave you space for two weeks. We need to talk, baby girl.”
Pissed you unlock your door, opening it to glare at Sam. “What do you want? Did you find some time to spend it with the woman you don’t want? I bet Ruby would be happy to have you in her bed.”
“Ruby?” Sam laughs, reaching out for you to wrap you in a hug but you step backward, shaking your head. “You remember?”
“No, Samuel,” you spat, knowing he hates it when you call him like that as you noted it more than once in your diaries. “I read my diaries, well not all of them but enough to know you are the worst husband, a miserable man, and a poor lover.”
“Diaries,” poking his head into your room Sam frowns. There are at least fifteen diaries on your bed and all of them are open. “You wrote diaries?” walking into your bedroom Sam calls your name, but you ignore him. “I didn’t know you wrote diaries.”
“As far as I can tell without my memories, you know shit about the woman you are married to,” you quip. “Maybe we should consider filing for divorce. I can’t remember our life together, but I assume it was a shitty one.”
“Y/N,” Sam grumbles, watching you kneel on the bed to look for one of your diaries. He growls low in his throat when you don’t care that he gets a glimpse of your panties. “I won’t file for divorce. You are still my wife.”
“I am shit to you,” you retort, eyes glued to the pages you wrote with passion. “Here it comes, Winchester. You better listen to me for once ‘cause I’m not the woman from weeks ago.”
“I can see that,” glancing at your exposed legs Sam swallows thickly. You are only wearing one of his old shirts with Stanford print, exposing your legs and panties to the mobster. “The old Y/N always hid her body under too many layers.”
“Yeah, fuck that,” you turn around to kneel on the bed, glaring up at Sam. “Sit the fuck down and listen, asshole.”
“Language, kitten,” Sam purrs, watching your eyes narrow. “I guess you should’ve lost your memories much earlier to show me your claws. I like the new you. Unlike your old self, you fight me.”
“I said,” you slam the book shut tossing it onto the bed before you get off the bed to kick Sam’s shin, “fucking listen to me.”
“I need to call the doctor,” growling Sam grips your upper arm to drag you back toward the bed. “Facal language was not in your repertoire, Y/N.”
“It is now, live with it, Samuel,” pushing against Sam’s chest you growl at him. “Get the fuck off me. I don’t want you to touch me. A man who can’t handle a woman doesn’t have the right to touch me.”
“I can handle a woman,” Sam pushes you onto the bed, smirking as you pounce on the mattress, struggling to scramble away when he dips his knee into the mattress. “If you wouldn’t hang out with my brother all the time, he could’ve shown you a good time.”
“What the fuck? I didn’t hang out with your brother all the time!” you bite your lip when Sam’s eyes darken. “I mean, I didn’t read anything about Dean in my diaries.”
“You fucking lied to me!” you shake your head, pointing toward the books as you try to keep a straight face. Sam can’t know you slowly got your memories back over the last two weeks. “I was worried, called three doctors and asked my father for help only for you to lie to me.”
Sam is mad. Nostrils flaring, hands grasping for you to pin you to the mattress he cages you with his body, glaring down at you with darkened eyes. “I did not lie,” you whimper feeling his breath fan over your face. “It’s not as if you tried to talk to me for the last two weeks.”
“I gave you time and space to adapt. For once I tried to be a good husband,” Sam grunts, watching you wiggle in his grip.
“Hah, you just admitted you’re a shitty husband. A cheater, a liar, and a loser when it comes to sex. Never had worse sex than with you. I could’ve fallen asleep with you on top of me,” oh, how you love Sam struggles to keep the wild beast he tries to hide in control.
“You remember everything and lied to me. This screams for punishment, kitten,” licking your lips you glance at the veins at Sam’s biceps.
“I don’t remember everything,” muttering you try to kick Sam, but he simply smirks, laughing about your ministrations to break free. “There are still gaps I can’t fill. I don’t remember two years of my time at Standford or the weeks before we married. I can’t remember my dog's name or what happened to my best friend.”
“Gaps?” humming you look up at Sam. “I’d like to fill your gap,” now you try to bite Sam as he dared to peck your lips. “Such a wild beast I call my wife.”
“I swear if you don’t get off me, I’ll kill you, Winchester,” you warn, glaring up at Sam. “I needed a near-death experience to realize I deserved better than a guy ignoring me, a man who gives a shit on me. A husband who doesn’t even try to make me cum.”
“Maybe we could be happy if you didn’t love my brother,” furiously you scream and yell, fight to get out of Sam’s grip. “Did you think your friend Lisa wouldn’t rat you out? I knew you are seeing my brother behind my back!”
“I didn’t see shit, asshole! And Lisa Braeden is not my friend. She’s my frenemy, that bitch. I don’t even like her, Sam. Now get off me.”
“Lisa said Dean turned her down as you and he are a thing. That you sneak around behind my back for years,” Sam grunts. “Unlike you, I didn’t fuck someone else. So please excuse my selfish behavior that I wasn’t in the mood to make you cum. Do you know how hard it was to pretend I don’t care or that I don’t know you fuck my brother?”
“I swear, if you don’t get off me and stop talking shit about me and your brother, you are dead the moment my hands are free, Samuel. I never was into your brother and he would never touch his brother’s wife,” you spat.
“Liar,” Sam struggles to hold you still as you are too mad to not fight him. “I am married to a trickster.”
“If I fucked your brother – why would I need my toys? I think Dean is capable of making a girl cum,” hitting home you grin up at Sam. “But you are right, I should fuck Dean.”
“You won’t,” while Sam holds you pinned to the mattress you sling your legs around his waist to flip him onto his back, but he’s too heavy. “I will find out if Lisa lied to me.”
“Yeah, she will tell you the truth, that’s for sure,” you roll your eyes. “You could’ve asked Dean or me, but no, you were happy to listen to her lies as this way – you could fuck Ruby without feeling guilty.”
“You believed that hussy?” Dean growls watching Sam slump in his chair. “I always believed you are the brain in our organization. Smartypants Sammy,” huffing the elder brother sits next to you, patting your head. “How does your mushy brain feel today, sweetheart?”
“See, that’s the reason I can’t believe you are only friends! You touch my wife anytime you get the chance to,” Sam grumbles, watching you lean in Dean’s touch.
“Maybe as you never give her any comfort! That poor girl is touch starved, lonely and orgasm-free for three years,” rubbing your temple you sigh deeply. “I mean, look at her. She’s pretty, smart, and can be a bad girl too. What else do you want?”
“I believed she’s cheating on me with my brother,” cursing Dean gets up to backhand his brother. “Dean?” puzzled Sam looks at his elder brother, too shocked to react.
“I would die for you, Sammy but you are a douche and deserve much more. If you want to know something, ask Y/N or me, not that bitch Lisa. Now I will tell you what I found out about the accident and you will try to make things up with your wife.”
“How?” glancing at you Sam huffs when you flip him the bird. “She’s a brat and won’t talk to me. And, she lied. My wife pretended she can’t remember anything.”
“Shut the fuck up, Sammy. You are giving me a headache here. Start with apologizing for being an idiot,” getting a manila folder out Dean places pictures onto Sam’s desk. “According to the footage Benny and I got from cameras around the area, a man was watching the accident.”
“That bastard,” Sam growls, recognizing the man. “Ketch? But why would he attack my wife? He’s a mere hitman, nothing else.”
“Well, I think the pictures coming next will clarify who tried to kill your lovely wife,” Dean gets more pictures out of the folder, slamming them onto the table before he rams a knife into the last picture.
“Ruby and Ketch?” gasping Sam touches the pictures with shaking fingers. “That bitch played me! She’s a good friend of Lisa,” sighing deeply Sam sits next to you. “I didn’t let her in again, not after the shit she pulled during our time at Stanford. When I told her about the wedding, she was nice and wished me luck.”
“What now Sam?” while Sam looks at you, giving you a soft smile Dean’s features darken. “Sam?”
“I want them, both,” Sam growls. “You’ve got permission to get them alive,” you don’t like the way Sam’s eyes darken when he jerks his head toward you. “No one touches my wife. I will teach this town and all our enemies a lesson they’ll never forget.”
“You will sleep in our bedroom tonight. No discussion,” watching you ball your hands into fists Sam smirks. “I will make things up to you,“ shivering you look at Sam’s large hands when he cups your face.
“There is nothing to fix, Sam,” sighing you look up at the man who should be your shoulder to lean on, your sworn ally. “Not only did you treat me like shit, but you also believed Lisa’s lies. You didn’t trust me or your brother.”
“Do you know how often I wanted to kill Dean?” Sam presses his lips to yours, forces his tongue inside only to feel your teeth sink into the skilled muscles. “We will work on your technique to kiss your husband, kitten.”
“Fuck you,” humming Sam walks you backward, grinning as you look at him with doe eyes. “I mean it Sam.”
“I’m sorry,” you gape at Sam, swallowing thickly when his features soften. “I shouldn’t have listened to that woman or ignored you. Sam Winchester does not apologize, that’s just the way my father raised me but-“ he pecks your lips, humming as you allow him to cup the back of your neck to deepen the kiss, “that I hurt you is the worst thing I ever did and I’m sorry, Y/N. I swear, when this is all over, I’ll make everything up to you…”
“Hello darling,” Dean grins, aiming his gun at Ketch. “I heard you bugged my friends,” Crowley tuts, poking a knife into Ketch’s chest. “That’s not very polite of you, my friend. How about you give me your weapons before Dean over there opens your head with a bullet.”
“I won’t give you shit,” Arthur growls, looking a little panicked when Benny, Jimmy, and four of Sam’s men crowd him. “It was nothing personal. Y/N is a nice girl, but she wanted her gone.”
“We know, you son of a bitch,” Dean waltzes toward Ketch to press his gun into the man’s cheek. “You will follow us on free terms on your legs, or you’ll arrive at my brother’s house without kneecaps. Your decision, buddy.”
“I suggest you follow Dean’s order or things will get ugly in a few moments,” Crowley smirks when Arthur hands him his weapons. “Good boy, always so polite.”
“I can’t wait to get you in my clutches, bastard,” smirking Dean watches Ketch’s eyes widen in fear. “It’s been a while since I hurt a man. Tonight, you feel more pain than you thought is possible to experience…”
