Warnings: implied age gap (I didn’t define my reader’s age; John is around 45-55), angst, threats, Mary is a bitch, and we hate her, remorse, characters death, a hint of fluff
A/N: Part 3/3
Divider by @firefly-graphics
<< Part 2
“Breakfast is ready, doll,” you roll your eyes at the pet name as John walks into the bedroom, carrying a tray with food and warm tea. “Sit on the bed. We can eat and talk about a few things.”
“When can I go back home?” you grit out, hoping Mary came to her senses. You were a warm body to use to John, nothing else. Why kill you if he doesn’t even want you for real. “John, I got a job and responsibilities. There is no time for your wife’s stupid vendetta.”
“Doll, I told you,” exasperated John tries to explain the situation you are in once again, “she won’t give in. Mary wants what she wants. It always has been that way.”
“Stop calling me doll!” he chuckles, rough hand stroking your cheek. “I’m dead serious Winchester. We are not a couple, and I hate that stupid pet name, always did. You are calling every girl you meet doll.”
“How about sunshine?” groaning at his playfulness you sit back down on the bed, grasping for a slice of apple. “I cut it for you, baby doll. Look, I brewed your favorite tea and, made you toast.”
“It’s burned,” chewing the apple you ignore John sitting next to you. “…and it looks like someone feasted on the eggs. What happened?”
“Uh—Dean and a fork are a...,” chuckling John scoots closer, watches you eye the food warily, “deadly combination. I wasn’t looking for a second and he sank his fork into the eggs, stealing half of it.”
“He seems to be hungry all the time. The first thing he asked me was if I got food and beer. Dean is quite the houseguest, huh?” smirking you watch John scratch his scruffy chin. “He’s an okay guy, though. Dean saved my ass. Sam and Benny too.”
“I like it when you curse a little, doll,” he purrs, leaning closer to get a good look at your cleavage. “Hmm…we should focus, though.” John laughs when you exclaim this is not the time for bad jokes or making out.
“This isn’t a laughing matter, John. It was a close call. Your sons, Benny, and I almost got killed right in front of your house. A war is going on out there, and the queen of kill is your fucking wife. So please excuse me for forgetting my manners.”
“Baby, I didn’t mean to—” he sighs deeply. “Look, I’m sorry. I know this is not the way you imagined our relationship would develop. Lemme be honest. Things look rather grim at the moment. You cannot leave nor can we strike back.”
“Awesome,” tossing the fork onto the tray you mutter under your breath. “Screw you, John Winchester. Why couldn’t you keep your hands to yourself and leave me alone? I was fine without you messing with my life.”
“Mary messed with your life, not me.”
“You broke my heart and dare to sit there and tell me you did not mess with my life.What the fuck, John Winchester,” shoving the tray away you huff. “I will have a shower now.”
“Can I join you?” hating the smirk in his voice you jerk your head toward John, throwing an angry look at him. “No? Fine, I’ll just wait for you to cool down then. We still need to discuss a few things.”
“After the shower, I won’t talk about your crazy wife. I want to talk about how to get my life back. A life without you, your wife, and guys with guns!” he smirks at your attitude as you cross your arms over your chest, huffing as he stalks toward you.
“Sweet doll, I cannot let you go.”
“Unbelievable! I’m talking to a toddler. Don’t you get it?” it’s your turn to groan, “I hate you. Never before did I fear for my life.”
“That’s over, Y/N. No one will touch a hair on your head,” he pats your head, earning another groan and a slap to his face. “My wild cat is back.”
“I—I,” you grunt, hands balled into fists. “You are so frustrating and irritating. I can’t believe you saw me naked! I hate you so much, John Winchester.”
“Nah, you love me,” John cups the back of your neck, lips claiming yours in a messy kiss. “Have a shower and I’ll ask my cook to make you something for breakfast.”
“You’ve got a cook?” he smirks against your lips. “You want to mess with me again, huh.”
“I got a cook, a gardener, and someone taking care of laundry and stuff. Just tell me what you want to eat. If you’re really hungry,” god, how you hate that cocky smirk on his lips, “you can just choke on my dick.”
“As I said, unbelievable.”
“Baby doll lemme just go down on you and fulfill my promise.”
“I’ll pass—” you storm off, ignoring the tingling in your body as John follows close behind.
“Winchester, I don’t think anyone will try to attack me here, in your showers,” swatting his hand away you try to get rid of John, but it’s no use. “Seriously.”
“You never know,” he runs a sponge over your back, gently cleaning your skin. “I need to know everything Crowley and his weasels did to you, Y/N.”
“One of them tried to feel me up. I think his name was Ketch,” John stops in his tracks, sponge dropping to the tile floor before you find yourself in his arms.
“I will kill him for you. No one touches my girl or any woman without their consent and survives. What else happened? Y/N, I need to know every detail.”
“I kicked his balls, and that short guy laughed. Crowley, he stopped Ketch as he wanted to slap my face.”
“He’s dead. Consider him gone,” John growls, but his hands gently run up and down your back. “I’m sorry all of this happened to you. No one will ever lay hands on you again, promised.”
“A meeting?” Mary coos into the phone. “My, my…what a pleasure to hear you will finally came to your senses, John. But don’t think I will let you off the hook that easily. You had enough time to give in. Now I want your little hussy’s head too.”
“As long as we can end this never-ending fight, I’m game,” John lies, closing his eyes as Mary describes how she wants you to die. “Listen, I don’t have all day. Name a place and I’ll be there.”
“Oh, are we in a hurry, love?” she snickers. “Our favorite restaurant. I’ll make sure no one will disturb us. You’ll bring the bitch, and I’ll sign the papers. Give me what I deserve.”
“You will get exactly what you deserve, believe me,” he grunts, disgusted about himself. “I can’t believe I ever had feelings for you. You’re nothing but a monster.”
“You made me that way…”
“You’ve got an ace in the hole, right?” you whisper, feeling your chest tightening the moment you stand in the same room as Mary Winchester, the woman wanting to kill you for loving her husband.
“Of course,” John possessively holds your hand, not wanting to let go of you. “I would never put you in danger, baby doll. Just stay by my side, I’ll handle the rest.”
“If you get me killed, I’ll never let you fuck me again, ya know,” he smirks at your words. “I mean it.”
“I know—”
“What’s that dirty little slut doing here? Alive.” Mary spats, jerking her head toward you. “I told you, I want her head on a silver plate. Literally, not metaphorically.”
“Well, we are at a restaurant. Best place to put a head on a silver plate, don’t you think? Beloved wife?” shoving you behind his back John looks at Mary, the woman he fell in love with so many years ago. “Who’d we end up here, Mary? Can we not part ways like other pairs. Sign the papers and you’ll get enough money for a lifetime.”
“No,” she slams her fist onto one of the tables. “I told you, she must die tonight. If not, you’ll lose your fucking empire for a wet cunt.”
“Not a wet cunt but the woman I love. She will become my wife and queen. Last warning, give in Mary,” John steps toward Mary. “Dean, Sam. I want you to bring Y/N out. I’ve got to talk to your mother.”
“I want to stay! This is about me too, John,” you insist. “You and your family took my life out of my hands, now I want it back.”
“Y/N, you should go,” Dean warns, knowing this night will end bloody. “We are not going to talk things out, ya know. This is not the Winchester way.”
“Now—shall we begin?” Mary asks, aiming a gun at John, smirking. “Your girl will stay here and watch me kill the man she loves.”
“I don’t think so,” a gunshot cuts through the tension in the room. At first, you don’t know what happened, until Mary drops to the floor. “Remember, this is what you wanted.” John drops the gun, nodding at Benny. “We are done here.”
“Got it, boss,” Benny picks the gun up. “I’ll call someone to clean up...”
“John, what did you do?” you cry, feeling your legs give in as he turns around to leave his now-dead wife behind. “You shot her in the head!”
“For you, love,” he brings you into his arms to calm you. “She wanted you dead. Don’t shed a single tear for her. Mary would’ve killed you as if your life means nothing.”
“But—”
“You are my girl, now and forever,” John states. “I will bring you home now and tomorrow, we will talk about everything you’ll need to know…”
Warnings: implied age gap (I didn’t define my reader’s age; John is around 45-55), angst, threats, Mary is a bitch, and we hate her, remorse, mentions of oral sex (male/female), language
A/N: Part 2/3
Divider by @firefly-graphics
<< Part 1
“Where are we going? What do you want from me? Why is that short guy after me? What did you mean with your mother is out for my blood?” you throw question after question at the brothers, never getting an answer.
“Sweetheart, I like your fire but stop distracting us,” Dean clasps one hand over your mouth to silence you. “Shut up and stay behind me.” He he flattens against the wall of a building near his father’s mansion, getting his gun out. You never even got close to John’s home and now you are afraid it’s the last place you will ever visit. “See, there are three cars parked all over the place. We need to use the secret entrance.”
“Are we in a bad spy movie or crap? You’ve got a freaking secret passage?” giggling behind Dean you imagine they got fake shelves leading to a dungeon and levers in odd places to unlock doors too.
“Jesus, shut your mouth, girl,” the eldest brother grumbles. “I don’t know how dad can handle a brat like you. You are loud, cranky, and don’t know when to shut up.”
“Only when my former lover’s sons kidnap and bunch of mobsters want to kill me. I had a good life before your father decided to hit on me and could’ve happily lived with all this shit happening in my life.” you punch Dean’s back, smirking when he curses under his breath.
“I should spank your ass raw for hitting me, sweetheart. I will tell dad you were uncooperative. You’ll get punished for your misbehavior.”
“Asshat,” poking your head around a corner you sigh. “Dude, that’s the guy grabbing me the other day. He called himself Ketch or something. That bastard tried to feel me up and groped my ass.”
“He did?” Sam furrows his brows. His eyes drop to your ass, and he must admit, it’s a nice ass. Sam can imagine why his father doesn’t want to give you up. “Uh—who is going to tell him Ketch groped his girl?”
“Not me,” Benny gets his gun out while pressing his body against the wall. “Last time I delivered unwelcome news he threw a vase at me. An expensive one.”
“Johnny likes to freak out over nothing,” you snicker. “He ripped dresses into shreds only as a waiter stared too long at my cleavage. He would’ve fucked me right there over the table if I didn’t stop him. Best sex I ever had.”
“I didn’t have to know about that,” shuddering Dean drops his eyes to your cleavage, humming to himself. “Please, for the love of fuck, don’t tell me more about my dad’s sex life.”
“Just saying, John Winchester is a drama queen and likes to throw a tantrum if he doesn’t get his will. Sometimes I believe he’s a toddler and I’m the adult trying to tame his cock,” Sam makes an odd noise at your comment, but you don’t care. “Not that I would take care of his dick ever again. He’s an insensitive bastard too.”
“Sounds about right,” the younger brother muses. “Now, how do we reach the secret entrance with all those bastards roaming the area?”
“Why are you asking me? You are the one with the plans, Sammy. I usually burst through doors, shoot men and ask questions later,” glancing at Dean you giggle. He makes a face but secretly admits to himself he likes you. “Y/N, I want you to stay behind me, no matter what.”
“Just do what Dean says, Y/N. This is not a joke or a bad movie. If they get a glimpse of us before we reach the mansion, we are dead and you are in their clutches,” Benny whispers, unlocking his gun.
“Why don’t you call for backup, guys?” you look at Dean who shakes his head. “What? Do you want a showdown or to stay alive? Calling for backup is the only logical solution. I’m not much of a runner, and three guys against an army of mobsters is a bad joke.”
“Fuck, she’s right Dean. Why didn’t we think of calling for backup?” Sam cocks his head to scan the area. “We should call dad and ask for help.”
“Hey, slow down, Winchester—” you cry, barely keeping up with Dean’s long steps when he guides you toward the back of the building. He didn’t get the chance to call for backup before all hell broke loose.
Now Sam and Benny try to take as many hitmen as possible down while Dean fulfills his duty and brings you home. Safe and sound. “We can’t stop now. The moment you are safe at the mansion I need to help Sammy and Benny.”
“It’s only a few steps, go and help your brother. Give me that spare gun, I’ve got this,” you hold out your hand. “Come on, my dad showed me how to shoot at the age of twelve. I’m not that bad.”
“You can shoot?” Dean reluctantly places his spare gun into your hand. “Okay, I’ll give you the key. The door is right behind the corner, unlock it, close it, and run along the hallway. Tell the guy at the end Poughkeepsie and that we need backup.”
“Poughkeepsie, got it,” looking over Dean’s shoulder you take a deep breath. “I’ve got this, Dean. Go and help your brother.”
“Don’t die, sweetheart. Dad will kill me if anything happens to you,” patting Dean’s shoulder you hide John gives a shit on you.
“Go. I will sprint toward the secret entrance in one, two—” running faster than Dean can blink you try to reach the door.
“Hell of a girl, excellent choice, dad,” Dean smirks before he runs opposite your direction to help Sam and Benny. “Here we go. Come and get me…”
“Listen, man, Dean said I need to tell you Poughkeepsie and that they need backup. If you would just move your ass and have a look out of the window you could see your boss’s sons are about to die, asshat,” you growl, poking the guy’s side with the gun Dean gave to you.
“What’s going on—?” John stops in his tracks when his eyes land on you nudge Cole’s side with Dean’s gun. “Y/N? Where are my sons?”
“I told that idiot they need backup. Ketch and other hitmen waited for us. They need help. Dean said Poughkeepsie but that guy doesn’t want to help me,” you cry, gesturing toward the window. “Hurry up!”
“Cole, call my men, we need to help Dean and—” the door swings open, entrance a pissed Dean Winchester who steadies Benny while Sam slams the door shut behind them.
“Why did you take so long, sweetheart?” the eldest brother grunts. “I trusted you.”
“I told that idiot to send the cavalry but he wouldn’t listen. I said Poughkeepsie and that you need help,” kicking Cole’s shin you growl at him. “Asshat.”
“Alright, calm down, doll. Benny, you okay?” John looks his sons all over while Benny tries to not bleed out. “You don’t look good.”
“I’ll live, boss. Had it worse, right Dean?” Benny coughs, looking at you. “I’m fine, promised.”
“No, you are not fine Benny. Otherwise, you wouldn’t bleed onto the carpet. Let me check on you,” offering your help you try to check on Benny’s wound but John grasps for your arm to drag you away.
“Benny, go to Alex, let her check on your wound. If you need a doctor, let her call our specialist. Dean, Sam, I want your report within the next hour, but have a shower and food first.”
“Yes, boss,” while Cole and Dean help Benny limp toward the infirmary, Sam shakes his head, sighing deeply when you struggle to break out of John’s iron grip.
“Dad, go easy on her. It was a rough morning to all of us.”
“I know,” looking at his son John gives him a curt nod. “You did well, both of you. Let Alex check on you too. Tell your stubborn brother to let the girl check on his cocky ass too.”
“I want to go home,” you don’t care John locked the door or that he placed a gun next to him. You wiggle on the bed, try anything to get out of the mansion. “I mean it, Winchester. I want you to tell those men I’m not with you anymore.”
“Mary is out for blood,” John looks at you on his bed, smirking as he always imagined having you here to share his bed. “She won’t give in before I give in.”
“Give in? I don’t understand shit. What does she want? My head on a silver plate or more lovers. Please enlighten me. I don’t know how people like you and Mary handle things,” losing your patience you jump off the bed to pace the room. “You should’ve kept your hands to yourself.”
“Y/N, doll,” running one hand down his face John sighs deeply. “Mary, she wants half of town, half of my empire if I want to keep you. She will sign the divorce papers if I give her what she wants.”
“I’m not a toy you can buy, Winchester,” hands-on your hips you glare at John. “You are fucked in the head, both of you. You can’t just decide to keep me or to let me go. This is ridiculous and I don’t want to have anything to do with you, your sons, or your crazy wife.”
“I asked her for divorce a few weeks ago,” he gets off the bed to cup the back of your neck and you let him. “Mary, she knew the moment I asked her that you are special to me. No other girl made me feel like you do.”
“I think every other chick you dated helped you orgasm. There is nothing special about me,” you quip, ignoring the tingling in your body when John dips his head to brush his lips over your forehead. “Just like you said, I was a random girl you found on the street.”
“I tried to set you free to get Mary off my back, Y/N,” pushing against his shoulders you try to bring distance between you and John. “I should’ve talked to you about her threats, but I believed letting you go is the right thing to do.”
“Why can’t you keep me out of this shit, John. I was only a warm body you could use,” sighing deeply you close your eyes for a moment. “I knew it was a mistake to give in to your advances. Married men mean trouble, that’s a natural law.”
“I could ask you to have a shower and relax but I guess you want to give me hell before we are having dinner,” John smirks when you give him a dirty look. “Listen, I know what I said hurt you and that making you leave was a dick move, but I tried to keep you out of my fight with Mary.”
“Does she often demand half of your empire?”
“This was the first time,” he admits, glancing down at you. “She knew I wanted you badly and tried to take advantage of me. I will make sure she leaves you alone, doll. Now, have a shower and we can have dinner.”
“You think a shower will wash away the horrible things happening to me? That man threatened me while someone pressed a knife to my throat, John. A fucking knife. Then you send you sons, and all hell breaks loose. I was scared to hell and back.”
“Well, doll,” he cups your cheek with one rough hand, forces you to look up at him and you hate your body reacts to his touch, “if you want to become my wife, the woman by my side, you need to be less sensitive.”
“What the—” you try to process what John just said. You frown, recalling every single word before your features darken. “It’s completely understandable if you freak out after your lover’s wife tried to kill you,” kicking his shin you earn a deep growl from John.
“Noted,” John smirks at you. “Nothing about becoming my wife. Good, I was thinking about marrying in a month. Enough time for you to find a white dress…or a red one, as you are my dirty girl and far from innocent.”
“Marry you? Are you crazy? Your wife just tried to kill me and you want to marry me? Last time we talked, you wanted to get rid of me.”
John shrugs when you start to yell at him. He smirks, nods once in a while as he watches you pace around the room. “John, would you say something?”
“Oh, your rant is over?” he cocks his head, still that stupid smirk on his lips. “Good,” you groan when he steps closer to place one hand on the small of your back to lead you back toward the bed.
“I can walk on my own, Winchester.”
“I will talk about a few rules now. Rule number one, you will not leave my house without a bodyguard. Rule number two, you will become my wife, no discussion. Rule number three, I will eat you out until you pass out to apologize John Winchester style.”
“You always complain about your jaw,” eyes drifting toward John’s mouth you subconsciously like your lips, imagining his mouth on your pussy.
“It was only this once and I had a terrible toothache,” he argues. “Tonight, I’m fit, horny, and ready to eat that sweet pussy until you can’t think straight and forget I was an idiot.”
“Self-confident much, huh,” cocking your head you smirk up at John. “I don’t think I will forget you broke my heart. Your tongue won’t make me fall to my knees to suck your cock.”
“But you love sucking my cock,” he purrs, hands wandering to your ass to grope it roughly. “How about I just lock you in this room, have my way with you until you can’t take it anymore? I could be the bad and dangerous man I am and not give you choice.”
“The fuck!” you push against John’s chest.
“See, that’s a good girl, fighting me,” John presses his lips to your forehead, still groping your ass. “I want you to keep the fire and learn to speak up for yourself. You let me get away with too much shit only as you love me.”
“I don’t love your old ass,” you quip. “I can still find a nice young guy—”
“No, you won’t,” he pushes you onto the bed, to crawl up your body. “Say it again and I won’t let you out of my sight ever again.”
“I could—”
“I dare you, doll,” he pins your hands above your head.
“You hurt me deeply, John,” you sniff, looking him straight in the eyes. “If you want me to stay, I want more than a half-hearted apology and your mouth on my pussy. I want commitment, honesty, and feel loved.“
“I sent my sons to save you, Y/N,” he whispers, softly kissing your neck. “This means something in my world. I risked my sons’ life, doll. If this doesn’t scream I love you.”
“I want you to say it.”
“I love you, and you are still my girl. Now let me handle my wife, and we can talk things out. Just promise me to stay here for the time being. Can you do this for me, baby doll?”
‘Give a little bit, give a little bit of your heart to me,’ back then you smiled at Dean’s words, knowing he got forced into this marriage too. Your father and John Winchester wanted to form a strong bond between the two mightiest empires, so you and John’s eldest had to marry.
You had not seen Dean for a lifetime, but you still remembered the funny, cocky, and green-eyed boy with so many freckles you could never count them.
A tiny piece of your heart always beat for him, so it was easy for you to give Dean not only a little bit of your heart but the whole damn beating thing. Now it is a broken mess, a bleeding pulp that will never heal.
“I’ll pack as fast as possible, John,” your voice broken, defeated you place the golden band, and your engagement ring into his hand. “I know it was an arranged marriage, but I thought after five years I know your son.”
“Y/N,” murmuring your name John watches you subconsciously rub your belly. “Do you have to tell me anything, doll?”
“Your son is a lying son of bitch who just left me,” you huff, walking toward the house you shared with Dean.
“I will go and tell my father the arrangement is over, John. You will have to clarify the details as daddy will get mad,” you flinch at the thought of facing your father. “You don’t want to see him mad, John.”
“Doll, wait,” sighing John grasps your wrist. “I know about the baby and can’t let you leave. It’s my grandchild, my heir.” Your stomach tightens looking up at John. “Your life, it never was yours in the first place, Y/N. I’ll give you all you need, but you have to stay and raise your child as a Winchester.”
“I can’t,” voice cracking you blink the tears away. “I should leave before Dean returns.”
You would run away, hide somewhere but honestly, you have got nowhere to go. Not with John Winchester wanting your child and your father insisting on a bond with Dean.
“This is my house, my manor, not Dean’s. You will move into my part of the house and Dean will shut his mouth. When he comes back, I will set him straight,” John slings his arm around your shoulders, not missing the hopelessness in your eyes when you agree to follow him.
“It’s not as if I got anywhere to go, John. At least you will get what you always wanted, an heir for your empire,” you whisper bitterly, missing John’s pained expression when tears roll down your cheeks. “As you said, my life never was mine.”
“You said I can divorce her after five years! I want to be free again, Sir,” Dean yells. “I was the perfect husband and partner. I played my part, now play yours,” his words make your legs wobble and fresh tears run down your cheeks.
Dean lied. This whole time he made you believe he loves you too. Façade. Charade. A foul play, that is what you are to him. He made a deal and now he wants out.
“John, let him out,” your voice meek, thin, and all the fight gone from your eyes you rub your arms nervously. “If he wants out, let him out.”
“See, she doesn’t want to stay married either,” Dean wants to touch your arm to thank you for your words, but you flinch away, jerking your arm out of his grip.
“Don’t touch me,” your voice cracks now but you fight the tears. “You want to be free, be free. Lucky you, Dean. I never had a chance and are stuck here as…,” you run away before you tell Dean about the baby, his baby.
“What’s wrong with her?” John shakes his head at his son’s behavior. “Father, why did Y/N look as if she’s hurt? I thought she didn’t want this marriage.”
“You really are a blind, my son. I suggest you’ll leave her alone and turn your attention toward the girl you want to leave Y/N for,” walking away John leaves his son alone with his thoughts.
“I thought she wanted to divorce too, Sir. Wait, hey, wait up,” Dean jogs after his father grasping for John’s wrist. “Talk to me.”
“I want you to take care of Crowley, Dean. You’ll be out of town for a month or two and can rethink your decision,” John sighs deeply. “If you still want to divorce Y/N I will not stop you. I’ll take care of the mess you left, as always.”
Dean did not say goodbye before he left to deal with Crowley. To be honest, it would have been too hard to see rejection, maybe even triumph in his eyes.
“He’ll be back in a month or two, Y/N. Enough time for him to come to his mind and realize what he’s about to lose,” you nod, what else can you do when the most powerful and dangerous mobster tells you his opinion.
“I will go to my room, goodnight John,” watching you leave John hates he has to force you to stay but with your father insisting on not breaking the bond he’s got no other choice than to protect his heir, the future of his empire.
Three weeks passed without a word from Dean, not that you believed he would at least call to tell you he’s alright. While you lie on the bed in the room John offered to you, the door opens once again.
Over the last weeks, John took care of you, watched over you like a mother hen, not that you would ever dare to call the mobster like that.
“You need to eat something, doll. Ellen made chicken, peas, carrots, and mashed potatoes.”
“I am not hungry, or rather the moment I eat anything I have to run to the bathroom. Breakfast ended up in the toilette, just like the apple I ate,” you do not turn around, not wanting John to stay longer than needed.
“Listen, I know this is a fucked-up situation, but you’ll get up, have a shower, and come to join me in my living room. We can watch one of those movies Dean hates so much,” John sits onto your bed, gently patting your hand. “Mary, she had problems with Dean too. I made her fennel tea.”
You would laugh about John acting like a nurse, but you know he means well, tries to make the best out of a bad situation. “Okay, I’ll be there after a shower.”
“If you need anything else, tell me or Ellen so,” you nod, glancing at John who places your wedding band and engagement ring onto the nightstand. “I am sure, when Dean comes back he’ll apologize, Y/N.”
You nod silently, knowing John is wrong about Dean. Your husband does not give a shit on you, to be honest…
“Better,” while you sip on the fennel tea John insisted to make you nod, faking it did make you feel better. “Just relax and watch, uh-erm,” glancing at the movie John rubs his scruffy chin. “What are we watching?”
“I don’t know,” mumbling the words you look at the huge TV, not following the story at all. “I just zapped around and ended up watching that movie. She looked pretty in her wedding dress, though.”
“Y/N, you need to stop acting as if you are a prisoner or worse. I know you believe I want you to stay because of the baby inside your belly, and I want you to but,” John wraps one arm around your shoulders, letting you rest your head against his shoulder, “I want to keep you safe.”
“Dad would get mad when he gets to know I made Dean leave. He would believe I manipulated our marriage to get out or something similar, John. My family is not used to give comfort. They are all hard, calculated, and power-hungry,” you glance at your belly, slowly rubbing it.
“You’re showing,” John covers your hand, squeezing it tightly. “Just a little but I see the difference.”
“You mean I got fat,” giggling you blink the tears away. “There is no reason for Dean to like me, you know. I guess, he had to imagine someone else to get intimate with me. I am such a fool…”
“Doll, get down here and join us for dinner,” John grumbles when you refuse to come down to eat with Sam, Ruby, Ellen, and John.
“No! Nothing fits any longer, John. I look like a wale!” You yell back. “I will not go downstairs wearing a too-tight dress or crap!”
“Jesus, Y/N. You are three months pregnant, not a wale. Come downstairs or I’ll send Sam to drag you down or Ruby,” Ruby glares at John, pointing her knife at the mobster.
“I am not a threat,” she grunts, watching you slowly pat down the stairs. “There she is! A pretty mama!”
“A wale,” grumbling you walk toward the table in a too-tight shirt and shorts which do not cover your belly. You baby bump peeks out of the shirt and John smirks, holding back a chuckle as you glare at him.
“You look beautiful, doll. Now sit, eat and we can talk about baby names,” John pulls your chair, smirking as you wiggle on the seat to get comfortable.
“How about Dexter,” Ruby smirks watching you narrow your eyes.
“Samuel?” Sam tries and you toss a napkin at the tall mobster who grins at you.
“John Winchester Jr.,” John exclaims, and you groan, hiding your face in the palms of your hands. “J. Jr.,” he tries again, and you shake your head silently.
“John Henry Winchester,” not giving in John tries to convince you but you stay adamant. “It’s a great name for your baby.”
“Not for a girl, John!” You grunt and everyone cheers at the table as you finally told them the gender. “You son of a bitch!” Head snapping upward you purse your lips when John gives you a grin.
“That’s my line, sweetheart,” Dean snickers, waltzing into the room. If it’s possible for him to look even better after three months he does look better. His hair longer, chin scruffy and his eyes sparkling he looks around the room. “What? No welcome back?”
“Welcome back, son. How were the deal, Mexico, and the weather?” John clears his throat when you silently get up to leave the room. “Y/N, you didn’t eat anything. Stay.”
“I lost my appetite, John. I’ll sleep a bit or whatever,” voice trembling you rush out of the room, not caring John calls your name repeatedly.
“Did I just kill the mood,” Dean blinks a few times, glancing at his family. “What did I do?”
“Uh-let’s start with you leaving your wife. You not calling for over three months or the fact you want to divorce her,” Ruby deadpans. “Maybe her current state makes her even more vulnerable.”
“Current state? Is she sick?” Dean gasps, glancing at the untouched food. “Why did she ran upstairs? Our bedroom is opposite.”
“She lives in John’s guest wing as you wanted her to leave, dude,” Sam grits out. “What did you believe would happen? That Y/N would wait for you to kick her out.”
“I just,” sighing Dean drops his bags before he walks toward the stairs. “I got to talk to her. I mean, she’s my wife, right?”
John rolls his eyes, close to saying something he will regret. “Not for much longer. You are back, you still want to divorce her so I can marry her,” John lies, a dirty grin on his lips. “I’d like to have a younger wife.”
“You, what?” Choking on his words Dean balls his hands into fists. “You said I shall think about divorce, not that you would ram your teeth into my wife!”
“Ex-wife, Dean. If you want out of this marriage, I will not stop you but,” John smirks devilish, “someone has to take care of Y/N and her needs.”
“If you touched my wife I’ll castrate you,” Dean threatens, bumping his chest against John’s. “I thought she wants out of the marriage. I never said I will let you touch my girl, you vulture. Go and get a random girl. This one is mine.”
Dean storms off, still cursing when the door slams shut behind him with a loud bang. “I should’ve said something sooner,” John snickers. “I woke the alpha. Imagine what he’ll do hearing she’s having his baby.”
“You’re the devil, John Winchester,” Ellen laughs at Ruby’s words, nodding eagerly. “I like your style, sometimes.”
“Son of a bitch, Y/N! Did he touch you? Did my fath…,” Dean’s eyes widen, his jaw goes slack, and you can see the color drain from his face when you step into the bedroom, showing off your baby bump. “Y/N,…sweetheart?”
“What brought you here, Dean? Do I have to sign the papers,” you sigh, sitting onto the bed, not meeting Dean’s gaze. “I think John prepared everything. We only have to sign the papers and you can go to that girl you want.”
“There is no girl, Y/N,” mumbling the words Dean kneels in front of the bed, not taking his eyes from your swollen belly. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He looks up at you, searching your face.
“You wanted out of this marriage. It thought you wouldn’t care or worse,” you huff, grabbing the blanket to cover your body. “Doesn’t matter anymore. I am trapped to stay here. John’s order. You can go and party or whatever you planned to do without me dragging you down.”
“Sweetheart,” his hand trembles when he moves it under the blanket to touch your bump. “My baby is inside your belly. I never thought I’ll be a father one day.”
“Dean, you are free to go and leave this to me,” not wanting to see him pity you, you scramble away, crawling toward the pillow to sleep the hurting off. “Leave me alone and got to that girl.”
“I told you, there is no other girl, Y/N,” Dean sounds angry when he kicks his shoes off, crawling onto the bed to lie next to you. He’s burying his face into your neck, inhaling your scent. “You smell like vanilla and lilac. I’ve missed your scent, your soft skin, your lips on mine.”
“Sure,” you grunt, angrily clenching your fists. “That’s the reason you did not call and gave a shit on me for three months, Dean.”
“Y/N, I was kinda undercover to find out what’s Crowley planning. I could not call my wife or crap. I had to be as invisible as possible,” he’s moving closer to wrap his arms around your waist. “I swear, I wanted freedom for you, nothing else.”
“You wanted my heart, and I gave it to you only to get hurt,” Dean listens to your words, hating he made you feel that way. “I never wanted to hurt you, Y/N. Let me make it right.”
“How? By pretending you love me too,” you huff, turning in his embrace to slap his face. “I am done listening to your lies.”
“Love? You love me,” Dean scoots closer to cup your face, ignoring your angry look. “Fuck me,” his lips press against yours and you must use all your strength to break free.
“What the fuck Dean!”
“My wife loves me,” he smirks, glancing at your belly, “and I knocked her up. Now back to my father touching you.”
“Gosh, John would never touch me, not that this is any of your business, Winchester.” You glare at Dean when he tries to touch your belly.
“I am sorry, Y/N. I promise to be the husband you deserve if you give me the chance to. I know asking for divorce without talking to you was stupid, but I thought you want out,” Dean pecks your lips, rubbing your belly slowly. “I heard you talking to Ruby and wanted to let you go.”
“I don’t understand, Dean. I never said I want out of our marriage. I said I want to get out of this house,” you groan, frustrated.
“Exactly!”
“I didn’t want to live with your father, brother, and their girlfriends. I wanted a place of our own, Dean.” Dean starts laughing, even throws his head back.
“I guess next time I should listen closely,” he is rubbing your belly, smiling as you cover his hand with yours. “I don’t want out of this marriage, Y/N.”
“Is that a lie again or can I have a little bit of your heart too?” Dean pecks your lips, gently stroking your cheek. “Sweetheart, you can have the whole damn thing…”
Part 2
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A/N: If your name is crossed out Tumblr won’t let me tag you.
Summary: John is out for blood and tries to be a father for your twins at the same time.
Pairing: Mobster!John x fem!Reader
Warnings: angst, language, age gap (the reader is around 30, John 50), mentions of break-up/unrequited feelings, mentions of an abusive relationship/domestic violence (not John), daddy!John, comforting, fluff, Dean being a good big brother, just like Sam
Characters: Benny Lafitte, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester
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“Look, John jr., I saved you a slice of my favorite pie,” Dean grins when his five-year-old brother’s eyes grow wide. My baby boy nods eagerly, already grasping for the fork to dig it into the pie Dean places in front of him.
I smile, knowing all too well my eldest is a proud big brother who would go to hell and back for his new siblings just like he did for Sam.
“Johnny loves pie,” my baby girl quips, grinning up at Dean. She smiles, knowing the tall guy next to her is her big brother. “Now I got three big brothers – awesome,” in not two days Sofia grew close to Dean and Sam.
“Daddy, do you like pie too?” John jr. asks, earning a chuckle from Dean who looks at me, a cocky grin on his lips. “Do you?”
“I like some once in a while but, unlike Dean, I am not addicted,” nodding thoughtfully my little boy looks at the pie. A grin appears on his face and he looks me straight in the eyes.
“More pie for me and my big brother, daddy,” I laugh, even throw my head back as I haven’t had kids at my house for ages. The kids make me feel like a young man again and I forget for a moment, a douche is after my girl. “What do you like daddy?”
“That’s not for your ears, John jr.,” Y/N enters the kitchen, kisses the top of my son’s head softly as she covers his ears with her hands, Sam immediately covers my daughter’s ears, knowing Y/N will use a bad word.
“He’s more into eating something else,” I can’t hold back the groan leaving my lips at Y/N’s words. She looks at me, something dangerous in her eyes but, I can see the tension left her body. “Not that I would have complained, though.”
Shit, I feel my face heat up. I bet my sons can see I am putty in Y/N’s hands if she wants me. Before I find my voice to give her a snarky comment she turns her attention toward Sofia and John jr. and my heart swells when she switched into ‘mommy modus’.
“And how good you tasted,” I finally find my voice, and Y/N giggles at my words, missing the way I roam her body when she takes the cup of coffee Dean offers to her. “I mean, your pie.” I backpaddle as my sons look at me, pointing toward the kids.
“Dad said you want to sell your parents’ house,” Sam tries to change the topic. “Maybe my girlfriend can help you. She sold her parent's house three years ago.”
“Yeah, we all know your girl is awesome, Sammy,” Dean groans, causing me to roll my eyes. My boys are grown men, but they like to tease each other like kids. “Ruby is smart. Ruby is sexy – blah blah.”
“Son, not now. Ruby is your brother’s girlfriend, stop nagging about the girl. She is part of our family soon enough,” I need to stop my eldest, knowing he doesn’t like Ruby too much.
“Did you forget she got him addicted?” Dean bites back. His hands balled into fists he curses under his breath. “We need months to get him down from that shit and suddenly she’s a saint to everyone but me. I do not trust her one bit.”
“Dean, not that old song again. Ruby and I got addicted and-“ Sam stops in his tracks when Y/N raises one hand.
“Not in front of the kids, Sam. If you and your brother want to fight or talk about adult themes, do it when my children are not around. They went through enough due to my mistake,” she sniffs now. “I need-“ I run after her when Y/N runs out of the room, crying bitterly. “I shouldn’t have come here.”
“Y/N, you belong to me,” I cup the back of Y/N’s neck to force her to look up at me. I hate to let the dangerous mobster out, but she needs to understand – there is no way I’ll ever let her go. Not now, not ever. “You’re mine,” my lips claim hers, a bit too rough, and honestly a bit clumsily but I can’t help it. I need to feel her lips against mine.
“John,” she pants against my chapped lips, whimpers as I kiss her again to calm her a little. Fuck me, she still tastes like back then. Like strawberries, vanilla, and sin. “John.”
“Sorry, doll,” I breathe against her soft pillows. “I wanted to show more patience but having you here makes me go crazy. I know you can’t forgive me that easily, but you cannot deny you feel it too. The pull, the need to touch me,” I kiss her again, this time slow and gentle. “How about you get ready for the day and we talk later?”
“John, this isn’t a happy reunion or a second chance for love. This is me and my kids running from a violent man who tries to get me back whilst my former lover keeps me hostage at his house to protect me,” Y/N spats. I didn’t believe she will forgive me anytime soon but her words still sting. “I just want to be left alone.”
“I understand you do not trust me but,” I cup her face, not letting her look away, “you are my girl, always were mine. I don’t care about anything else but you and my kids. Trust me, I’ll make that bastard pay for hurting you.”
“I don’t want you to hurt him, John. I just,” she sniffles, tries to hide her tears from me. I always admire Y/N for being strong and stubborn, “Please, I never want to see him again. Tell him to leave me alone.”
“That I can do, doll. I promise he will never hurt you or my children again. But,” I bring Y/N into my arms, not caring she struggles against my strength, “I can’t let you go after. You’re my girl, the one I love. Even if you never let me in again, I want you in my life, Y/N.”
“John, I-“ her voice cracks, and I hold her a bit tighter, let her fist my button-up and take the slap she gives me with all her strength like a man. “You can’t just tell me what to do,” and there she is, the angry stubborn girl I loved to tame.
“You’re still my bad girl,” I muse, pecking Y/N’s forehead. “Please stay here until I handled the situation with James. He seems to be a dangerous man.”
“You are one to talk,” Y/N grins up at me, the fire I loved so much back in her eyes. “John Winchester, head of the Winchester’s empire talks about James being a dangerous man. Your dark aura was one of the things making me fall for you.”
“Oh, you naughty girl,” teasing Y/N is like a hobby to me. “I knew you loved being my hostage a bit too much, dirty girl,” I whisper the last part into her ear. “I will not let anything happen to you or the kids, promised. Benny will stay here with you.”
“John,” Y/N looks up at me with teary eyes. “I don’t think you should kill him. Maybe it’s enough to tell him to stay away from me? You can be scary as shit.” I chuckle at my girl’s words. I know that most people are afraid of me, but oddly, Y/N never was one of them.
“I promise to not kill him if it’s not necessary, Y/N,” I lie, fuck I lie shamelessly but how could I tell Y/N that the moment James laid hands on her he was a dead man. He just doesn’t know he’s dead yet. “How about you and the kids spend the day in the garden? Or do you want Benny to drive you somewhere?”
“I think I’ll just stay here,” I can see the fear return. Y/N’s eyes betray the brave face she puts on for me. “Do you have Netflix? We could watch cartoons or something.”
“I show you the TV later. If you get hungry, tell the cook what you want to eat, doll,” I smirk when Y/N tells me she’s a good cook. “Baby, you are anything but a good cook. You burned eggs, Y/N.”
“I got better,” she insists, and I kiss her again. Hungrily I invade her mouth, make her moan against me. “Hey, I didn’t mean that kind of cooking.” she scolds me playfully and I feel hope bloom in my chest. “I can make toast, pancakes, and baked a pie for the kids' birthday. Don’t underestimate my talent in the kitchen.”
“Oh-I remember your talent in the kitchen, especially the kitchen counter,” there it is, the nervous giggle. “You were such a good girl.”
“JOHN WINCHESTER,” Y/N punches my chest with her tiny fists. “Don’t say things like that with your kids around. They don’t need to know about all the dirty things you did to me.”
“…and with you,” I smirk when Y/N sighs at my words. “Promise me you’ll be still here when I come back.”
“I will stay as long as he’s out there, John. I don’t want him to get close to my children or me ever again. I am stubborn, not dumb,” I look at Y/N one last time before I decide it’s time to hunt that bastard down.
“I’ll be back in a blink, doll. Benny will help you today,” I peck Y/N’s check, let my lips linger a bit longer than needed. “No one will ever hurt you again.”
“Dean, Sam, Jimmy, I want you to come with me. Benny, you’ll stay at the mansion and watch over my girl and the kids. No one will enter the house without your permission. James Milster is out there, and we need to get hold of him,” close, so fucking close to losing control I look at my eldest. Dean, the one always following my orders places one hand onto my shoulder, nodding silently.
“We will get him, Sir,” Dean looks at his brother, unsure if Sam will follow my plan or not. “Right, Sam.”
“Y/N and her children will be safe after today,” Sam gives me a curt nod. He’s the smartest and most caring man I ever had the honor to meet.
I’m not saying Dean is not a good or smart man too. My eldest is a strong-headed, strong and caring man, but Sam, Sammy is different. I don’t know how he does it but around him, people feel comfortable, even though, he’s a giant.
“I need to make sure Y/N and my children are safe. John jr. and Sofia Rose are your siblings and it’s your duty, just like mine, to protect them at all cost. That man lived long enough after he hurt my girl. He’s out of luck now,” I pat my gun, giving my men a curt nod before we leave the mansion.
“Mommy, when will daddy be back?” Sofia Rose watches her brother pace around the living room. He couldn’t concentrate on the cartoons he wanted to watch, too busy to wait for John to come back. “Will he hurt James?”
“John,” I sigh, not knowing how to explain to my five-year-old son that his father will probably kill my ex-fiancé. “Your dad wants to talk to James, okay. Do you remember what I said the day we left his house?”
“That we don’t have to see him again and that daddy will protect us,” Sofia Rose steps closer to her brother, grasps his hand as she can see the worry on his features.
“Mommy, can we wait for daddy to come back? I want to see him before we go to sleep,” my daughter asks, knowing her big brother is worried about his father. “Please.”
“Of course, sweet pea. We will wait for daddy to come back,” it’s already late but I will not let fear cloud my mind. John knows how to handle any situation so I will wait for him to return and not worry.
I am a terrible liar, am I not?
Look at that bastard. How dare he to call me a lousy father when I aim a fucking gun at his head.
“That’s how you want to play the game?” I smirk when I unlock my gun. “How about we play – Winchester roulette? One bullet, six chambers – your life for my girl.”
His eyes wide James starts to beg for his life and I, well I, enjoy the show. I will not kill him with that gun, but this doesn’t mean I can’t have fun before I end his life as painful as possible.
“What do you say, son? Shall I play a game with James?” Dean sits onto the chair opposite James, shrugging. He doesn’t need to say a word, I can see it in my eldest eyes; he wants to rip James apart for hurting Y/N and scaring his siblings.
“Do as you wish, Sir,” Sam is the one opening the bag I brought with me to reveal all the nice toys to torture someone who really pissed me off. “Shall we begin, dad?”
“Please, I-“ James chokes on his words, wets his pants as he begs for his life but unlike other men – I know no mercy…
Summary: Your father owes John Winchester more money than he can pay back. You offer yourself to pay for his debts.
Pairing: Mobster!Dean x Reader, Mobster!John, Sam x Jess, Lisa Braeden, OFC’s, Benny Lafitte
Warnings: angst, violence, blood, mobster business, scared reader, language, Dean being a douche, characters death, murder, age gap (reader is 16; Dean 22 at the beginning later they are 21 & 27), unrequited feelings, possessive Dean, mentions of smut/violence/characters death, attempted sexual assault, protective Dean, awful nicknames
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“You had three more months to pay back your debts, Charles. I gave you more time than anyone else. We used to work together and that’s the reason I came here, as a friend to get my money. Now you are telling me you don’t have it.” John points a gun at your father’s head while one of his sons holds you back.
He has his arms around your waist, and still, he needs all his strength to hold you back. Crying you fight his hold on you.
“Bring her out, Dean. I am a bastard, but I don’t want the girl to see her father die.” John rumbles but you shake your head. “Dean…”
“Sir, she’s a wildcat for sure.” Panting Dean holds you back, tries to get you out of the room but you wiggle in his grip, slap his hands away followed by your boot stomping onto his foot. “Let me get you out, Sweetheart.”
“Don’t call me like that!” Scratching his skin, you grit your teeth. “I…I will pay my dad's debts. I spared money, Mr. Winchester. I got 500 hundred bucks and my old car. Please…” Sniffling you look up at John.
His face doesn’t change, it remains stoic but his heart clenches in his chest. “Doll, your daddy owes us 250,000 thousand bucks.”
Stopping in your tracks you glance at your father. “I…what about the house?”
“He already sold it to me, Sweetie. There’s nothing left he could sell to pay his debts…” John nods at Dean but you won’t give up.
“I…I’ll do anything. I can work for you…” Whimpering you feel Dean’s arms wrap around your waist again.
“Anything…Baby Girl?” Dean husks into your neck and your father shakes his head. “Please, she’s only sixteen…”
“Fuck…” Dean let go of you as if you burned his skin. “SIR, I could use her help.” Smirking Dean pinches your shoulder. “She could be my maid. You always nag at me for messing with my room, car, and stuff.”
“Dean, she would need to work for around five years or more for you to pay her father's debts.” John can see the desperation in your eyes and for the first time, his features soften.
“I’ll do it, Sir…Mr. Winchester.” Sniffling you hold out your hand and John shakes it before he secures his gun.
“Awesome, now pack your things and I’ll take you with me,” Dean smirks, circling you like his prey. “I will make you my good girl.” While you feel your cheeks heat up; John clears his throat behind Dean.
“She will clean your room, car and wash your clothes. If you try to do something else…” John doesn’t need to say more.
“Sir, I would never touch a little girl, especially not this little rat.” Now you purse your lips. Your hands are balled into fists and Dean enjoys the struggle on your face. “Look at her. She already learned her lesson.” He leans closer, mocking you. “To shut her pretty mouth when adults talk…”
“Charles, your daughter will work for us. Meanwhile, you will not contact her or make more debts.” Tipping the gun to your father’s forehead John’s features harden. “Don’t disappoint your little girl even more.”
“John…” Coughing your father looks at his former friend.
“No one will dare to lay a finger on her, Charles. She’s under my protection from now on.” While Dean grabs your hand to lead you toward your room, his father shakes his head. “This includes you, son…”
“I will not hurt my little rat. She shall clean my room after all.” Chuckling Dean wraps his arm around your shoulder to sniff at your hair. “We will be the perfect team, Sweetheart. Master and maid…”
Dean’s room is a mess, to say the least. Dirty clothes lie splattered all over the floor and furniture. While you try to find out where to start Dean leans grinning against the doorframe. He can see the tension in your body, and can’t help himself but push you even more.
“I want you to wear this.” Pointing toward a maid-uniform Dean smirks. “My employee needs to have a proper outfit.”
Sighing heavily, you grab the black dress, glaring at Dean as he hands you a white maid hood.
“Seriously? Isn’t it enough I have to clean your mess and touch your dirty clothes?” Eyes narrowed he points toward the uniform in your hands.
“I can still call the deal off, Sweetheart.” He’s pushing off the door frame, intimidating you with his size. “Be my good little rat.”
“Fine.” Snarling the word through gritted teeth you miss the way Dean smiles as you point toward the door. “I will not change in front of you!”
“Jesus, I didn’t want to see your ass. I am a gentleman and know how to behave close to a little girl.” You want to slap his face, but you tame your anger and slam the door shut behind him instead.
“Only five years, Y/N…just swallow your pride to save daddy…”
Days later…
Groaning you pick up his boxers, dirty socks and shirts. Underneath his mattress lies a collection of flimsy panties, bras, and thongs. You assume Dean likes to collect trophies of his flings.
“Shall I wash these, toss them away or pin them at the wall for you to admire?” Smirking you wave one of the bras in front of Dean’s face. “Boss?”
“Toss them away, Sweetheart. I don’t need a reminder that the girls love me…” Rolling your eyes you toss the underwear into a garbage bag. “Pity you don’t know how it is when a man likes you…”
“I can live without an ass trying to grab named body part.” Turning on your heels you grab the laundry basket to leave the room. “Only as those girls have sex with you, doesn’t mean they like you, Dean. They like the money and your looks, nothing else.”
Stunned Dean watches you walk out of the room, smiling to yourself as you won this battle…
One year later…
“I told you your father said I can only clean your car after I learned for my exam! Your father has more power than you!” Poking your finger into Dean’s chest you narrow your eyes. “John Winchester said I shall learn, so I will learn.”
“I am your boss, little rat.” Dean retorts while John stands in the door frame, smirking as stand your ground. “You’ll do as I say or…”
“Or what, Dean? You will run to daddy and tell him I refused to break his rules?” Now you smirk at Dean. For the first time in months his speechless. Usually, he wins the upper hand, but you won’t let him mess with your grades.
“Fine, you can learn but first you will make me a sandwich.” Weighing your options, you pinch the bridge of your nose. You wanted to have dinner in half an hour so you nod silently.
“Pity…” Smirking you grab your books. “A grown man not able to make a sandwich to survive. What will all those brainless chicks say if you can’t feed them?”
“I’ll order food or invite them to an expensive restaurant. Something you little rat will never experience as no man will ever give you a second glance.” Dean can see the hurting in your eyes for a moment but he’s too stubborn to apologize.
“Not all girls want a guy taking care of her. Some girls can earn their own money and don’t need someone not even liking her. All those chicks are a way to get off…” Running out of the room you greet John before you dash toward the kitchen to hide the tears.
“Son, she has enough shit going on in her life, okay. Give the girl a break.” Shaking his head John rubs the back of his neck. “It’s her birthday, Dean. I allowed Charles to call her, but he didn’t. I bet he’s busy playing poker…”
“Birthday…huh? No party…”
“Dean, she has no home, money or friends. Most of the time she spends in the tiny room you force her to stay in. I still don’t know why she can’t sleep in the spare bedroom next to Sam’s room.” John searches his son's face, a smirk on his lips.
“I need to be sure my little rat is close by…” Clearing his throat Dean blinks a few times. “This way she can clean my room anytime.”
“That’s a good sandwich.” Dean tries but you just grab your sandwich to leave the kitchen. “Happy Birthday, little rat…” Nodding you leave the room before Dean can see the tears running down your face.
It’s the first birthday you couldn’t celebrate with friends and family. None of your old friends is talking to you any longer. You assume they all know you are Dean Winchester's slave…
“Hey, Y/N. Happy Birthday!!” Handing you a gift Sam pecks your cheek. “It’s the beanie you liked and some chocolate.”
“Thank you, Sam. That’s very thoughtful of you.” Sniffling you huge Sam tightly. While Sam chuckles and tells you he put itchy powder into Dean’s pants said brother watches you with Sam.
Dean’s eyes darken and his jaw ticks every time Sam touches you. Unseen by Sam and you, Dean clenches his fists until his knuckles turn white…
Four years later…
“How does it feel to turn twenty-one?” Shrugging you look at the huge pile of dirty clothes Dean produced over the last three days. “Y/N?”
“Nothing has changed, Sam. I am still Dean’s slave and I don’t know what to do when I paid off my dad’s debts. Everyone knows I was working for Dean…”
“I bet dad can help you find a good job, or you could study, Y/N.” Sam smiles as your eyes lit up but then you remember you’ve got no money to pay for your studies.
“No…I can’t Sammy. I will work as a maid or something, I guess…” Sniffling you grab the dirty clothes to stuff them into the washing machine. “I need to change the sheets in Dean’s room. Have fun with your friends…”
Sam watches you leave and feels like an idiot. He gave you hope only to remind you that there is no bright future waiting for you.
“What’s with Y/N?” John's eyes search his son's face but Sam refuses to talk to his father.
“Nothing, Sir. You should have stopped this years ago. Why didn’t you tell her about Charles?”
“I can’t take her away from Dean, Sammy. You know she’s good for him. I am sure, only Y/N keeps him away from the drugs and booze. He just needs to realize what she means to him.” Smirking John pats Sam’s back.
Checking on the bed you place a little chocolate onto the pillow as Dean likes it.
Done with your deeds you want to open the door, but Dean and a girl walk into the room before you can leave.
“What the heck is that chick doing in your room?” The girl spats as you turn to leave Dean’s room.
“She’s my maid and made the bed, Lisa.” Dean grunts annoyed as Lisa won’t stop nagging. For almost the whole evening she found someone she could yell at.
“Sorry, I should’ve finished the bed sooner Dean, but I was busy with your laundry. Won’t happen again that I don’t have your bed prepared for your flavor of the week.” Smirking you turn to leave as Lisa backhands you.
Stunned Dean pushes her out of the way to check on your cheek. “Don’t touch what’s mine!” Glaring at Lisa he points toward the door. “Leave and don’t come back until you learned some manners. No one hurts my little rat.”
“Rat? Priceless…” Snickering Lisa slides her fingers over Dean’s back. “If you have enough of rats, call me and you can have a racehorse…”
While Dean turns his attention toward your cheek Lisa leaves the room, cursing under her breath.
“Okay, sit on my bed and I’ll get some ice for you, Sweetheart…” You don’t want to stay longer in Dean’s room as needed so you shake your head and he groans annoyed.
“Girl, what’s with that beanies thing? Do you have lice?” Stealing the beanie from your head Dean licks his lips as your locks frame your face. You fight for the beanie, not wanting to lose one of the few gifts you got over the last years.
“It’s a gift, give it back…” Sniffling you fight for your treasure. “I got not much…”
“It’s one ugly thing for sure but you are…” Flinching away as Dean wants to touch your cheek you shake your head.
“But it’s mine. I can’t call many things mine, so give it back. Please…” His hands cup your face and you whimper as he presses his lips to yours.
It’s a soft kiss, a gentle one and you are sure you just had a stroke as Dean Winchester would never kiss you.
Not that you wanted him to do so…no…never…maybe you fantasized a bit about him, but you never wanted him to kiss you… never…
“You’re so pretty, little rat.” Smirking against your lips Dean tries to slip his tongue into your mouth but you push against his chest. “Sweetheart…”
“I…I don’t know what kind of game you play, but my debts are almost paid. At the end of the week, I am gone, and you can torture someone else and call him rat…” Sniffling you wipe your lips. “You can’t just do such a thing…”
Two hours later you pace around the small room you call your home. Maybe Dean means what he said? Maybe he thinks you are pretty?
Touching your lips, you remember how it felt to get kissed by Dean and your heart beats faster. Before you can stop your legs you walk out of the room to knock at Dean’s door.
He doesn’t answer so you silently open the door only to find him on his bed…with the girl hitting you.
“Figures…” Snatching your beanie from the floor where Dean dropped it you turn around, slam the door shut to run toward John’s office.
“Doll,…?” John can see the hurting all over your face he knows Dean did something he can’t fix.
“I know three days are left, I’ll find a job and pay for the remaining days, but I can’t stay here, Mr. Winchester. Please…” Sniffling you press the beanie to your heart. “Please…”
“Girl, it’s dark outside and you don’t have an apartment or anything yet. Let me make a few calls…” John offers help but you don’t want to have any connection to Dean any longer.
“No…” Choking out the word you look at John. “I’ve got a few bucks; I’ll find a place to stay tonight. Don’t worry. I can drive to my dad’s place and…”
“Y/N, your dad - he is in jail. I wanted to tell you before, but you did so well…” Pointing toward a chair John clears his throat.
“Your dad, he borrowed money from a very dangerous man called Alastair. He couldn’t pay it back and had to confess murder in return to save his life.”
“He borrowed more money after I sacrificed five years of my life. Did I mean nothing to him?” Sniffling you angrily wipe the tears away. “I should’ve let him die back then…”
“Doll, you did what every good son or daughter would’ve done. If not your dad tells you so, I am proud of you. Let met at least drive you to a hotel…okay…” Shaking your head you get up from the chair.
“No…I’ll cut ties with the Winchesters tonight. Tell Sam I am sorry for not saying goodbye. And could you thank Jess for giving me clothes and stuff?”
“Will do so but…” Before John can stop you, you run out of the room toward your own to get your few belongings.
“Where is my little rat?” Smirking Dean opens your door only to find your room empty. His heart drops as nothing of you is left.
“She left last night, son. Whatever you did last night, it made her give up.” John leans against the door frame, searching Dean’s face.
“I saw her coming out of your room before she entered your office, dad.”
“Why didn’t you stop her, Sammy?” Gasping Dean realizes you must’ve come to his room and saw him with Lisa. “Shit…she saw me with Lisa…”
“Great.” Slapping Dean’s cheek Sam glares at his brother.
“First your steal her first kiss and then you just go and bang that annoying chick.” This time Jess slaps Dean’s face.
“First kiss?” Gasping Dean tries to not give away how he enjoyed feeling your lips pressed against his or that he sniffs at your clothes when you are not around.
“Dude, stop being a creep and admit you like her. I saw you sniffing at her clothes more than once. She’s nice, pretty and this shocks me most…” Retching Sam looks at his brother. “She likes your stupid ass even tho you call her rat…”
“It’s a nickname…” Grumbling Dean scratches the back of his neck. “Last night I thought she’s rejecting me and then I drank too much and brought Lisa to my room. I need to find her…”
“Good luck, Dean.” Smirking Sam turns to leave but his brother grasps for his arm.
“You’ll help me or I swear I kill your puppy!” Dean threatens and John smirks as his son is close to admitting his feelings.
“I know where she is. Outside town, there’s a motel. Benny drove her…”
Coke, burgers and some pie as your prey you walk back toward your room. Distracted you don’t see the man hiding in the shadows before it’s too late.
Your food drops to the ground as the man drags you behind the dumpster to hide in the darkness. He’s smirking at you, licks his lips as you scream for help.
Without hesitation he slams his fist into your face, making you feel dizzy in an instant. One hand covers your mouth will the other tries to snake between your legs.
Trashing around you try to break out of his grip but he’s too strong and you start to cry.
Your heart races when you feel him unbutton your pants but out of the blue…he’s gone, and you fall to your knees.
“Little rat?” Dean’s deep voice makes you look up and you gasp as you see the man attacking you kneel on the ground, begging for his life while John aims a gun to his head.
“Are you okay, Sweetheart?” Sniffling you let Dean check on your face. His features harden as he can see an ugly bruise form on your cheek.
“Shall I?” John waits for Dean's answer but he’s too busy to check on you. “Dean!”
“Here…” Stripping his jacket off Dean wraps you into the warm fabric. “Just a minute, Baby Girl. I’ll handle this.” Kissing your forehead Dean gets his gun out to walk toward the man attacking you.
“I’ll bring her to the room and help Y/N pack her things.” Sam carefully wraps one arm around you while your eyes are focused on Dean aiming his gun toward the still begging man.
“I swear…I’ll never touch her again. It was a job, okay. Alastair, he said we need to send a message to her father to make sure he shuts his mouth.” Dean is unimpressed, rather unlocks his gun than to show mercy.
“You don’t get it, asshole.” Kneeling Dean taps his gun against the man’s forehead. “I don’t care who hired you to do this to Y/N. YOU TOUCHED WHAT’S MINE!” Dean enounces every letter and just now the man realizes his mistake.
“Means you touched his girl, even tried to rape her which means…” Smirking John watches Sam close the door behind you. “…you are dead meat, just like your boss and anyone involved with him. No one messes with people under my protection in my town, in my territory.”
“You are fair game, and I’d like to give you a taste of the fear my girl felt but…” Chuckling Dean looks at the man’s wet pants. “I guess you know how it feels to be helpless by now…”
“End it, Dean. We should bring her home and you need to take care of your girl.” The man begs one last time, but Dean aims the gun at his head and pulls the trigger. “Good job, son. I’ll talk to the owner, she’s loyal. You will take care of the rest…”
“I’ve got you, Baby Girl… my little rat.” Holding you close to his chest Dean presses soft kisses to your hair as Sam brings your bags. “No one will ever dare to touch you, promised.”
“I am no rat…” Wiggling in Dean’s grip you can hear the smirk in his voice. “You’re my little rat, period. Now let me bring you home…”
“I won’t come with you. You hate me and keep on calling me a rat.” Lips pursed you whine as your face hurts.
“Shh…you’re my cute little rat. Now we will drive home and I’ll take care of your face, Tyson.” Smirking Dean carefully sits with you in the backseat to hold you in his arms.
“Do we need anything before we drive home?” Looking at you in Dean’s arms Benny’s features soften. “For the lady?”
“We will need pain meds and ice packs, but we’ve got this stuff at home. Did the new mattress arrive?”
“All done, boss. Your lady will sleep on a brand-new mattress tonight and I bought the ice-cream she likes. Shall I order food on our way back?”
“Burger, Pie, and coke for my girl. Maybe two pies to makes sure we’ve got some over the weekend.” You are too tired and exhausted to follow the conversation. All you heard was mattress and pie…
“Why am I here?” Hissing you let Dean press an ice pack to your cheek. “Dean?”
“I…I got drunk and made a mistake, Y/N. I wanted you to be mine and when you ran away, I thought you rejected me. Lisa, that was a mistake.” His eyes never leave your face as you take the pain meds he brought you. “I…I am sorry, my little rat.”
“Rat…again…”
“I love my little rat, Y/N. Don’t you like the nickname? I mean…you like grey sweatpants and you are tiny, so rat suited you. I like rats. Had one when I was a little boy. She always slept in my bed and snuggled into my neck to sleep.” Dean explains and you nod silently. “I like rats and I like you…”
“You have a shitty way to show someone you like her.” Snickering you forgot about your cheek and the pain let tears well up to your eyes. “You saved me…”
“Well, I can’t let anyone touch my chosen bride now let’s see…” Helping you get comfortable on his bed Dean covers your shivering body with a warm blanket. “No talking back about the bride thing?”
“I know you are joking again…” Mumbling the words you look at the food on the tray. “I am hungry.”
“We will eat now, Baby Girl but I didn’t joke about you being my bride. I need to make sure no one dares to lay a finger on you again. Alastair won’t give up, so I’ll protect you by making you my little Winchester rat.”
“That man, he did this to warn my dad?” Nodding Dean places the tray in front of you. Your face hurts so he cuts the burger into smaller pieces to make sure you can eat it without feeling pain.
“I am sorry, but your dad is a douche. He brought this upon himself and then he tries to make a deal behind Alastair’s back. He’s out of jail and lives a good life protected by US Marshalls while you were out there alone.” Take a small bite you sniffle silently. “I’ll be there for you, Y/N.”
“How can I pay you back for saving my life?” Looking at Dean you want to toss the food into his face. “NO!”
“Oh…Sweetheart…don’t you think I deserve to touch this cute little body for being your knight in shiny armor?” Smirking Dean pecks your forehead and you groan in frustration. “I know you love me too…”
“I never said something like that, Winchester! I will not let you touch me! I’ll wash your clothes or stuff again…” Leaning closer Dean smirks as you start to shiver.
“I’ll take this as a yes. Our wedding night will be dirty, loud and filled with your screams.”
“Yeah…for help…”
“Nah, you’ll love it, Y/N. Now let’s plan our wedding. Do you want a cake or a pie? Will you be allowed to wear white…?” Flustered you look away and Dean growls low in his throat. “Fuck…me…”
“In your dreams…”
“You will marry me little rat!”
“I would rather sleep in a dumpster!”
“If you weren’t injured and still traumatized I would put you over my lap and slap your ass bright red.” Eyes narrowed you poke a finger into his chest.
“Perverted bastard…”
“Little rat be quit now. I need to propose after all…”
While Dean and you bicker about marrying or not marrying John, Sam and Benny stand in front of Dean’s room, smirking as they can hear you fight over cake and white dresses.
“Guys, you know…” Clearing his throat Sam turns pale. “If they marry we will have to listen to them for a freaking long time…”
Request: I was wondering if u would be willing to write a florist reader x mob dean story where the reader is extremely shy and doesn’t wanna date him cus she’s scared of him but he’s super soft with her and it shocks all the other mob members because they have never seen this side of him.
Summary: It’s been too long since he met someone pure making him feel less evil.
