At the beginning of January I hit 200 followers, which to me seemed like a huge deal!!!! I am officially cutting off entry to my challenge because due to changes in my life I am going to be deleting my Tumblr account at the end of February, but I still want to see what people are capable of doing for me. Without further adieu, here is the list of authors who signed up, their assigned song, and if their pairing (if I was giving a definite pairing), and their fic title if they already posted!!!
@the--blackdahlia -- Carry on Wayward Son (Kansas) -- SamxDean (not wincest) -- Carry on Wayward Son
@kenzie-novak-110101-- Knocking on Heaven’s door
@roxy-davenport -- Every Rose Has It’s Thorn (Poison) -- CrowleyxReader -- Every Rose Has It’s Thorn
@chaosinacoffeecup -- All Out Of Love (Air Supply)
@bleeding-fandom-heart -- Believe It Or Not (Joey Scarbury) -- MegxCastiel
@whenlifegivesyousupernatural -- Oh Death (Lisa Berry) -- SamxReader
I am officially setting the deadline for February 25. I realize that this is a very close date, and if you do’t finish it by then obviously feel free to post it whenever you want, I just probably wont get to read it before then. If I reblog it that means I’ve read the entire thing, otherwise send me a link if I don’t read within 24 hours. thank you all for joining the challenge I appreciate you all so much!
That’s all of them!!!! the two completed stories are amazing so I highly suggest checking them out!!!!
Summary: A chance encounter on a hunt leads the reader to find her soulmate, none other than the King of Hell. She gets hurt and needs to recuperate from her injuries but once better where does she go? To Earth to continue hunting? Or does she stay in Hell and become the Queen? Does she forsake her old life to be with Crowley? Stay tuned to find answers to those questions and more.
Rating: Mature/Explicit
Tags/Warnings: It will have smut, possibly kinky smut, in the later chapters and sexual tension throughout, a slight touch of angst, tons of fluff, injury to the reader and canon level violence with a fluffy ending. It will be a chaptered story. It’s a slow moving character study almost, regarding the reader and Crowley, a love story if you will. There will be talk of pregnancy and children so if those are triggers for you, jump ship now.
Soulmate au, Dom!Crowley x sub!reader, still fluff
Can I also request a Crowley drabble? Fluffy all the way girl. Either Crowley and the reader snuggling and doing something really cute either talking or just snuggling while in front of a fireplace or a romantic date night. And I looved the ship. Gonna reblog it soon. It was awesome girl. Mwah.
Of course! Thank you for the all the love. I’m so very glad you liked the ship! They’re so fun, especially when it’s Crowley. I hope you like this as well!
You sighed in content as you rested your head on Crowley’s chest, takinga deep breath. He smelled of soft cologne and alcohol and new suits, a headymix that seemed to comfort you with a single whiff. It had been a long day forboth of you; him dealing with the affairs of Hell, you completely drained fromworking and people. You were both thankful to come home to each other, andwhile Crowley might not always express it, you knew he needed you just as muchas you needed him. Sometimes, maybe even more. The fireplace was alight as youcuddled on the couch, the warmth of the fire and Crowley’s arms enveloping you,relaxing every muscle.
“Crowley,” you murmured, your eyes drooping ever so slightly as the cozinesslulled you.
“Darling,” he replied, kissing the top of your head. You smiledslightly.
“I love you.” There was an unexpected pause from him. You tilted your headto face him, watching as he stared into the flames thoughtfully. “Hello?”
He tore his gaze away from the fire, looking back to you.
“I love you seems so inconsequential, no?” he said, his deep voice speakingso softly, creating shivers all through your spine. “Any two-dollar couple saysthose trite words.” You thought for a moment, smiling as you kissed his cheek.
“True,” you relented, looking into his eyes. “How about ‘I more than love you’? That seems a littlemore…unique.” He smiled in return,kissing you deeply and stroking up and down your arm.
“Yes, darling.” He smirked. “I morethan love you.”
Warnings: nsfw, smut, explicit language, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, chance of getting caught, tiny bit of angst (seriously, tiny, you have to squint)
Author’s Notes: This was written for @roxy-davenport ‘s SPN Birthday Challenge. I had a variety of prompts I had to include - Soulless!Sam x reader, an interrogation sexual fantasy, a reference to the movie Scream, and the quote "Everyone deserves a second chance." The only thing I really had trouble with was the Scream reference. Let’s see if you guys can find it. //evil laugh//
You watched as he strode through the door, his suit hanging perfectly off of his fit frame, his tie pulled loose, the top button of his white dress shirt open. He sat on the edge on the table where you were sitting, hovering over you, his presence intimidating, overwhelming.
You fidgeted nervously. “How much longer am I going to be here?” you practically snarled.
“Not much longer,” he shrugged. “Just a few more questions, Miss Y/L/N.”
“I think you’ve asked me enough questions,” you snapped.
“I don’t think I have,” Sam retorted. “I’ll let you know when I’m done with you.” His eyes were empty, his face stoic and uncaring, blank. There was nothing there when he looked at you - nothing of the Sam you’d known. You were still trying to adjust to this new, unreal version of the man you loved. Sam without his soul.
You took a deep breath. You’d agreed to try, telling yourself that everyone deserved a second chance. It had been Sam’s idea to do something that the two of you had done before he’d gone to Hell, something that might make you feel like you still had your Sam in your life. You’d leapt at the chance, choosing the role play fantasy that had been your favorite. You straightened your shoulders, determined to follow through with what you’d started.
“Let me go, Agent Winchester, and I promise to make it worth your while,” you purred, rising slowly from your seat, your fingers dragging along the edge of the table as you moved toward him. You stopped in front of Sam, swallowed back the touch of fear you felt, and put your hands on his thighs.
Sam smiled at you, though it wasn’t the same smile you’d fallen in love with all those years ago - the sweet, innocent puppy dog smile. You brushed his hair from his face, wishing he’d lean into your touch like he’d always done, but instead the smile changed to a smirk, a knowing smirk. You stepped closer, rose up on your toes, and pressed a kiss to his lips.
“What do you say, Agent?” you whispered against his mouth.
He grabbed you around the the waist, lifting you, and in two long strides, he had you against the wall beside the the two-way mirror, his body flush against yours, his mouth on yours, kissing you with intense ferocity.
“Sam -” you gasped, pulling away. “Someone might see us.” You looked pointedly at the video camera on the wall.
Sam glanced over his shoulder, his eyes narrowing slightly before he turned back to you. “It’s off, told ‘em I work better without an audience. No one in the other room either.” He tipped his head toward the glass. “Just you and me.” He caught your lips in his, just as intense, just as greedy. He wanted you.
Screw it. Caution thrown to the wind, you returned the kiss, one hand fisted in the back of his jacket, the other in his hair, his groan of desire when you tugged at it making your body hum with need. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your shirt pulled up in the back, scraping against the bricks, your skirt hiked up around your waist, the hard line of Sam’s arousal rutting against you.
Sam broke off the kiss, pulling away long enough to twist his fingers in your panties, and pull them off with a hard yank, the material digging into your hips for the briefest moment just before the elastic snapped and broke, the flimsy material falling to the ground. He shoved his hand between your legs, two fingers teasing at your entrance.
You moaned, your head falling back and hitting the wall, Sam’s mouth crawling over your neck. He growled, the sound reverberating through both of you, his fingers sinking into you, thrusting and scissoring, stretching you open. He fumbled to open his pants, pulling himself free. He fisted his cock, stroking it several times. He kept one arm around your waist as he lowered you onto his substantial length, both of you groaning as he filled you completely.
Sam held you in place, his hips moving in tight even thrusts, his arm sliding up your back to your shoulder, pulling you down onto him, burying himself deep inside of you. His face was pressed to the side of your neck, his breath hot against your skin, his hair tickling your cheek. He was grunting, slamming into you, the sounds he was making obscene and unbelievably sexy.
You tugged on his hair, drawing another groan from him. He moved faster, fucking you harder, so hard your head and back were slamming into the wall, making for a strange combination of pain and pleasure. Tears were sliding down your cheeks, every emotion possible bubbling to the surface - desire, want, need, love, hate, fear, anger, even sadness. They were crowding your brain, each one jockeying for position, overwhelming you. Sam looked up at you, catching your lips in his, and for a second, you felt your Sam, felt it in his touch, felt it in his kiss.
The orgasm took you by surprise, a sharp jolt of intense pleasure hitting you out of nowhere, a startled gasp coming from you. You threw your head back, not even feeling it crack against the wall, moaning Sam’s name as the sensations rolled through you.
His fingers dug into your shoulder as he thrust into you several more times, his body going stiff as he let go, his cock pulsing as his seed spilled into you. He kissed you breathless, groaning into your mouth, sweat running down his face and neck.
Sam nipped harshly at your lower lip as he set you on your feet. He stepped back abruptly and tucked himself back into his pants, then he pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and tossed it to you, smirking as you tried to pull yourself together. You’d just straightened your skirt when he grabbed you by the upper arms and pushed you back against the wall.
“That was fucking amazing,” he growled, kissing your neck.
“You’re crazy,” you sighed.
“We all go a little mad sometimes,” he replied. He kissed you one more time, bruisingly hard. “I’ll meet you in the car.”
“A little mad,” you whispered. “That about sums it up.”
A/N: So I really wanted to take part of the Crowley Weekend but my schedule sadly didn’t allow me time to do so. So instead here is my contribution inspired by a drabble prompt by the same name. This is my first time writing Crowley AND my first time doing a Reader fic so it might be terrible. Please let me know what I can do to improve.
Some things to note: Reader is Winchester’s sister. Has been in a relationship with Crowley since the middle of Season 9 (let’s just say Crowley wasn’t all upset about being locked in the bunker ;) ). Brother’s know about it and aren’t happy about it, but know there’s nothing they can do because they can’t control their sister.
Also, this is most inspired by @roxy-davenport and her lovely writing. So thank you for your inspiration, my dear.
Another also: I do not have a beta reader and I’m tried proofreading this multiple times, but please forgive me if there are any typos. And if anyone would like to beta my stories in the future, I would appreciate it!
Hope you enjoy!
“Y/N, my darling. I’m so sorry that I have to leave you like this. But please understand that I’m doing this for you.”
Leaning forward, Crowley gently kissed your cheek and turned to Sam. “Take care of her, Moose. Make sure that she doesn’t get close to me. Hold her back if need be.”
You watched as your brother nodded his head, almost in a silent understanding as you were still trying to figure out what was going on. “Crowley... I don’t understand. What do you mean you have to leav...”
Your words were cut off as he leaned forward and captured your lips in a gentle kiss. This was unlike any he had ever given you before. Most of his kisses were rough, demanding, always seeking something more behind them. But this... this was gentle, sweet, emotions being poured into it like never before and that terrified you to no end.
You closed your eyes and leaned against him, kissing him back softly before he pulled away. Reaching up, he cupped you cheek and you opened your eyes to meet his, a sad look in them.
“Goodbye, Y/N... I promise that no matter what happens, I shall see you again...
I promise...”
You found yourself up in your bed, a cold sweat covering your body as you sat straight up and began looking around frantically. The same nightmare had been haunting you for well over a year now. Placing your head in both of your hands, you let out a sigh as tears began to fill your eyes.
“Crowley...” You let out a small whisper as you felt the tears began to fall and leave wet puddles in your hands. It was still hard for you to believe that he was gone. Yes, his death was commendable and it had saved you and your brothers from a certain death by Lucifer, but you still didn’t think it was fair. Even now the images never left your head and every time you closed your eyes, you still saw the last moments of Crowley as he sacrificed himself to close the rip in your world.
Jerking your head up, you wiped your tears away and smeared them on the bed as you got up from out of the bed and wandered into the kitchen of the bunker. You knew you wouldn’t be getting anymore sleep that night; how could you after that nightmare you had just had? Grabbing a beer, you sat down at the kitchen table and began to drink it as you tried to drown you sorrows for what seemed like the thousandth time.
“Hello, darling.”
Your eyes went wide as you felt the beer bottle slip out of your hand and shatter into pieces on the floor. Standing up and turning your entire body around, you felt a lump in your throat as the demon that you thought you had lost was now standing in front of you.
“Crowley...?” You stuttered out his name as you felt a sob begin to well itself inside of you. “But... that’s impossible. I watched you die...”
“Party trick, love.” He stated as he took a step towards you. “Remember that spell that my mother used to bring her back after Lucifer broke her neck? Well...” You watched as a coy smile spread across his lips and he put both hands into his suit pockets. “I guess you could say that, as much as I hate admitting it, I seem to be more like that damned woman than I thought.”
You barely gave him a chance to finish before you were rushing towards him with a cry and jumping into his arms. Tears fell freely down your cheeks as you found yourself resting your head onto his shoulder, taking in his scent of ash and sulfur. You felt both of his arms wrap protectively around you and you in turn wrapped both of your legs around his waist, puling him in closer and never wanting to let him go.
“Why... why did it take you a year?”
“Yes, I knew you would ask this.” You heard a small sigh leave his lips as he began to rub your back to soothe you. “Word seems to travel fast when it comes to demons and after finding out what I had done to Lucifer, let’s just say that I wasn’t exactly popular among them. So, they gathered their troops and tried to come after me. However, they had forgotten just how cunning and smart I actually am.”
You chuckled at that comment, having forgotten just how much you had missed his sass. You felt his squeeze you a bit tighter before he continued with his story.
“I couldn’t come near you or your flannel-clad brothers because I knew that if I did, it would have put you in grave danger. So I stayed away until I was able to seal the Gates of Hell myself, sealing every one of those damn traitor bastards away to rot for all eternity.”
Putting both feet on the ground, you took a step back and gave him a silly grin, tears still flowing free down your cheeks. “Of course you would do it for our protection. And because of your pride, you didn’t ask for our help. You really are unbelievable at times.”
You saw him reach forward, gently wiping your tears away with a subtle shrug. “After everything those demons had done to me, it was time I finally got them back. And knowing that I did it all myself helps me sleep at night.”
You rolled your eyes. “You don’t sleep as it is.” You muttered as you stepped forward to embrace him again, the tears still there but less than before. Feelings of sadness that had been inside of you for so long were now being replaced by feelings of love and admiration for Crowley. And somewhere deep inside, you could feel the same feeling resonating from within him as well. “I’m just happy you’re here.”
A gasp left your lips as you felt Crowley pick you up in his arms, carrying you bridal style towards your room. “Well, it’s like I said, love. I promised I would see you again. And I’m not one to break such things with the one I love. Now, how about you and I make up for lost time, shall we?”
Nibbling on your lower lip, you felt a light blush fill your cheek as a slight wetness began to form between your legs. “You know my brothers are asleep in the next rooms. My screams are going to wake them, Crowley.”
You looked up at him as a smirk appeared on his lips. Opening your bedroom door, he stepped in and closed it with his foot before laying you on the bed and slipping out of his suit jacket.
A/N: This is for @roxy-davenport’s SPN Birthday Celebration. I hope you enjoy hun and happy belated birthday.
“Dean! Dean! Are you even listening to me?“
Dean turned to you looking annoyed. “I was listening.”
Dean’s eyes flashed black in annoyance. “I’m telling you that’s not a case. It’s just a typical crime. Now why don’t you stay here with me and we can have a little fun.” Dean moved closer to you, a predatory gleam in his eyes.
Part of you wanted to give in, the look in Dean’s eyes promised you pleasures beyond your wildest dreams. But you couldn’t, you had to take care of this case. “You know what? I’m actually pretty hungry, I think I’m gonna go get some food. Be right back.” You snatched your keys off the table and dashed out the door.
Quickly getting into the car you started the engine. You had no intentions of getting food. Dean would be furious with you, but he had his chance. Hitting the gas, you sped out of the parking lot.
~~~~~
It had been several hours since you had left the motel. Your phone had rang several times, and finally you just turned it off. Dean didn’t have the capacity to actually care about you, it was more the fact that you had slipped out of his grasp and that pissed him off.
Dean had been your boyfriend before he had turned into a demon. Now he was a monster. You knew Dean killed and served Crowley, yet you couldn’t force yourself to give him up to Sam.
Peering out of the window you saw the sign of the hotel you were in search of. It was in the middle of nowhere and definitely looked like a place where ghosts would hang out.
Getting out of your car you walked into the front office. A man stood behind the desk and looked surprised to see a visitor.
“I’d like a room for a few nights.” You smiled gently at him. The man just shifted awkwardly before handing you a key. “Don’t I have to pay?” You questioned thinking it was odd he didn’t ask for a payment.
“Oh um no. We um… have our guests pay when they check out.” The man stuttered as his face flushed with embarrassment.
“Oh, ok. Well have a good night.” Not receiving a response, you turned and walked out. What an odd man, sure this place was a little off the beaten path, but he was extremely weird.
Opening the door to your room, you rolled your eyes. Talk about cheesy decor, this place could have used an update about 20 years ago. There wasn’t much that you could do tonight, in the morning you could begin to look around. Hopefully you would be able to finish this case up quickly, and then you were going to have to prepare one hell of an apology for Dean.
Sitting around stressing yourself out about Dean wasn’t going to help anyone. Grabbing your bag you headed to the bathroom. A shower would help you relax and wash away all your worries away. You quickly slipped out of your clothes and turned the water on.
Over the sound of running water you heard a small creak but dismissed it. Stepping under the water, you let out a soft sigh of contentment. The hot water instantly began to make your body relax. There were very few times when you could feel this relaxed and it felt absolutely amazing. Letting the warm water run down your body, you rested your head on the tiled wall.
That was when A knife came plunging through the shower curtain. Screaming, you frantically tried to move away from the blade. You couldn’t see who wielded the knife and there was no escape. You then began to prepare yourself for death, there was no way for you to get out of this one. Fighting would be pointless and you didn’t have any weapons. Closing your eyes you waited for the blow to come. To your surprise you heard the sound of a knife plunging into flesh but it was not your own.
Opening your eyes, you watched as blood sprayed the shower curtain. It was gruesome and horrifying but all you could do was stand there, shivering in the cold water.
Without warning the shower curtain was ripped to the side. A scream rose up in your throat until you realized that it was Dean standing in front of you. A very pissed Dean covered in blood and eyes black as death.
Dean grabbed you by the arm and yanked you out of the shower. You glanced down at the dead body on the floor and realized that it was the man who had checked you in. “Oh my god he…” you trailed off realizing what he had planned to do.
“Yeah, if you had fucking stuck around we would have figured out that it wasn’t a ghost but a psychopath with a real hard-on for Psycho.” Dean glared at you his eyes still black.
“I-I” was all you could get out. Something about Dean being covered in blood and angry turned you on. It was making it hard for you to think and Dean knew it.
Spinning you around, he pinned you to the bathroom wall. Dean glanced down at his jeans and then smirked at you. "Take em' off."
"What?" You asked in surprise.
"You heard me. Take. Em'. Off. Now." Dean growled at you.
Not wanting to push your luck, you unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans as quickly as you could. Realizing he wasn't wearing anything under his jeans you eagerly pushed his jeans down.
With a satisfied smirk, Dean grabbed you by the arm and spun you around, pushing your face up against the tiled wall. "I’m going to make sure you remember who you belong to.” He growled and then roughly thrust into you. There was nothing gentle about the way Dean was thrusting into you, this wasn’t for you. He was punishing you for leaving him and making it known that he owned you.
Biting your lip you tried to silence your moans as he continued to pound into you. "You like that? You like being fucked by me after I just murdered a man?”
A loud moan escaped your lips in response. “Fuck!” Dean groaned as he snapped his hips faster. “Come for me.” He growled in your ear. You let out scream, your body complying to his order. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over you as he continued fucking you. His thrusts soon became sloppy and frantic and you knew he was close. With a few more thrusts he came, filling you.
“You are mine, and don’t you ever fucking leave me again sweetheart.” Dean whispered in your ear. Without another word he quickly tucked himself back into his jeans and walked out of the bathroom.
Your stuff is amazing hun. I was wondering if you have an Etsy shop by any chance? :D
Thank you so much! <3
and yes, I do! www.etsy.com/shop/Megmcmuffins
It’s down at the moment since I’m adding a whole bunch of discount back stock items today, but it’ll be back up later this afternoon. I only have my acrylic charms and enamel pins on there though - if you’re looking for anything else I’ve got a whole store linked on my website
Summary: Written for @roxy-davenport ‘s writing challenge based on horror movies and smut (genius idea). Enjoy!
Pairing: Alpha!Demon!Dean x Omega!reader
Word Count: 1,900ish
Warnings: smut
A/N: Fluffy, Alpha Demon!Dean is like a big sexy teddy bear...
You couldn’t help but burst into laughter when you walked into the library. You knew Dean had been on a horror movie kick lately, popping around corners to scare you, sneaking up from behind. You hadn’t been the biggest fan of him when he turned into a demon but he’d calmed down, understood now that he could still be good. It was strange becoming friends again and then more than that but you weren’t going to deny that you got to fall in love with him twice because of all of it. Going dark side had made your man-child a bit more playful though, not that you were complaining.
“Nice chair stacking,” you said, walking into the kitchen to see Dean with pursed lips. “Was that supposed to scare me?”
“I could hear you laughing all the way in here,” said Dean, dumping a bag of popcorn in a bowl.
“I’m guessing we’re watching Poltergeist?” you asked, stealing a piece of hot food from the bowl.
“Yes sweetheart,” said Dean, wrapping an arm around your waist. “Better question, is that my shirt?” You glanced down at the black tee you wore over your flannel pants.
“It’s comfy. Smells like you,” you said, a slight heat rushing to your cheeks.
“You like me or something Y/N?” asked Dean, spinning you around and lifting you up so his hands were under his thighs. He bent down so you could grab the bowl and carry it behind his back, your other arm wrapped around his shoulders to hold on.
“Me like Dean Winchester? What could have ever given you that idea?” you said back. Dean smirked as one of his hands moved to under your ass where he gave a light squeeze. “Bad boy.”
“You like when I’m a bad boy,” said Dean, setting you down on the bed after a fast trip down the hall. You raised an eyebrow and sat the bowl to the side while he turned and set up the movie.
“I do enjoy that,” you said, a wicked smile on your lips. “Let’s see if you can be good for once.”
“What’s that supposed to mean sweetheart?” asked Dean, turning around to see your pants on the floor. “You’re not wearing any underwear.”
“No bra either hot shot,” you said with a wink. “You get through this movie without any inappropriate touching well, I might just have to reward you.”
“But I love your punishments so much,” said Dean, pressing play and climbing onto the bed. “For you, I can try. Even if you are a little cheater.”
“Now this is cheating,” you said, crawling into his lap so his legs were on either side of your own. You titled your head up to his as you moved one of his arms to wrap around your waist.
“I can cuddle you without touching you,” said Dean, plopping the bowl in your lap and wrapping his other arm around you.
“Haven’t made it through a movie yet,” you said.
“I may just surprise you, Y/N.”
Dean was making good on his promise of not touching you and you found that you were the one breaking. Truth be told, scary movies, well, scared you. Hunt a vamp, take down a ghost, clear out a witches’ coven, not a problem. Watch something fake on a screen in your home wrapped up in big strong arms. Not so much.
“Dean,” you whined. “Distract me.”
“From the movie we’re supposed to be focusing our attention on?” he asked, a rumble rippling through his chest.
“Don’t laugh. You know I...” you started.
“I know what?” asked Dean. You would have responded but he sighed as he shifted his grip on you. “You’re-You’re actually scared, aren’t you?”
“Just forget about it,” you said, turning your gaze to the floor, sure you’d find some piece of stray dust to occupy you for the next hour.
“Uh, uh,” said Dean, the movie clicking off and Dean turning you around in his lap. “I always thought the scared thing was a flirty act.”
“You like them and I like being with you. It’s silly but when you touch me then I can kind of forget what’s on the screen and just focus on you,” you said.
“It’s not silly. Okay, maybe a tiny little bit silly but I don’t want you to be uncomfortable because of me. I’m tired of watching these anyways,” said Dean, kissing your forehead. “Let’s do classic 80′s instead.”
“Dean, you being a demon-”
“You see one movie about alternate dimensions and dick spirits in a house you’ve seen them all,” said Dean, wrapping his legs around your back, holding you up against him. “Me being a demon just means I need your help at picking up on stuff like you being scared. I wish I could be better at it.”
“You’ve come a long way, baby,” you said, resting your head on his chest, scooting so you sat on his lap.
“Yes we have,” said Dean. For a few long moments you sat in silence, enjoying his warmth and scent, Dean’s face buried in the crook of your neck. He was a demon but he might have enjoyed cuddling more than the human version of Dean ever did which was saying something.
“Dean,” you mumbled against him, feeling his lips on your neck open and plant a small suckling kiss there.
“Did you not want me to distract you?” asked Dean. He breathed long and hard against your skin. “You smell so good. You’re getting close to your heat. I want to help.”
“No,” you said, forcing yourself to pull away, even if he was intoxicating at the moment. “No,” you said, shaking your head, forgetting about the movie, forgetting about your impending heat. “No more touching, no more nothing until you do it finally.”
“Y/N, you know how dangerous it could be,” said Dean. “I know Dean didn’t want to do it the first time when he was a human either.”
“Look at this,” you said, pulling on your shirt collar, moving it aside to reveal the permanent mark in your skin left behind from Dean all those years ago. “Dean was my Alpha. I don’t know why but when you changed, I lost my bond. I want my Alpha back. You won’t do it, you won’t knot, you won’t...”
“Sweetheart, we made a deal,” said Dean, a kind smile on his face. “We were going to wait at least six months. I wasn’t going to claim you until you knew you wanted it.”
“Oh,” you said, remembering the day Dean came home as a demon and all the conversations that went with it. “Sorry for...overreacting.”
“It’s been more than six months,” said Dean, raising an eyebrow. “Do you-”
“Yes,” you said, climbing onto his lap.
“Well someone’s an eager beaver,” said Dean. “Let me just ask one question.”
“Because I love you. Any Alpha who is strong enough to be that patient, to protect me and love me on top of all that demon stuff we have to deal with, you’re good. I want to be yours,” you said, resting your forehead on Dean’s.
“I was going to ask where you wanted me to mark you, sweetheart,” asked Dean, his grin wide. You felt a little embarrassed but Dean was soon lifting your shirt off, brushing your hair away from your old mark.
“Same place as before,” you said, exposing your neck to him.
“Sh, sh,” said Dean, pushing you away. “I’m wearing too many clothes before we can get to that.”
“Then take them off,” you said, running your hand over his shoulders to push his over shirt off.
“Bossy little Omega aren’t you?” asked Dean, removing his shirt as you undid his belt.
“Babe,” you said, raising an eyebrow. Dean held up his hands in defense as he lifted his hips, allowing you to pull his pants and underwear off.
“Sorry, you know I can only behave for so long,” said Dean with a cock of his head.
“Behave for this,” you said, pushing him on his chest to try and lay him down but finding him planted in place.
“I will but I’m running this. I need to,” said Dean, rolling you over so you lay on your back.
“I know,” you said, smiling up at Dean.
“Y/N?” asked Dean, inhaling sharply. “You smell so good.”
“Such a sweet talker,” you said, parting your lips as Dean came down to crash his own to them. You were already ready for him but Dean took his time to wind you up even further. You’d played around since his demon side took over but actual sex seemed like a distant memory.
“Ready?” asked Dean. “We’re out of practice,” he said, hot and sweaty over top of you, ready to come the second he got inside you.
“We should get back to it then,” you said. “Do it, Dean.”
Dean pushed in slow, the sensation pleasant and everything you needed from him. Dean only thrusted a few times before you felt his knot start to swell. You adjusted your hips, giving him a deeper grind and you weren’t sure who was uttering what profanities.
You kept rocking your hips as Dean pumped in and out faster, harder, dirtier until his knot held in place and you came from the feeling alone. Dean bit down on your neck, breaking the skin of your old mark, creating a new one just for him that sent a shiver down your spine. Your orgasm spurred on his, Dean coming right along with you as you rode out the waves of pleasure as long as you could.
“Mmm,” you hummed into the crook of his neck, his scent still appetizing but calmer, a permanent home for you now.
“How lucky am I?” asked Dean, adjusting you so you could lay on his chest as you waited for Dean’s knot to go down.
“Pretty lucky,” you said, dancing your fingers along his arm. “But for my own curiosity...”
“I got to make you mine twice. You actually do love me,” said Dean, cupping your flush cheek.
“Was I unclear on that before? If so-”
“You know how I get. Words and shit...you’re good at that. I’m good at thinking you tell me what I want to hear,” said Dean.
“I tell you the truth. That’s it. Well...maybe I eat the last piece of pie and not Sam but in the grand scheme of things I’m always honest with you,” you said, earning a coy smile from the demon.
“So you’re the one stealing all my pie,” said Dean.
“Sharing babe. What’s yours is mine and vice versa,” you said, grabbing Dean’s shirt from nearby and throwing it over yourself, starting to get cold from the air in the room. “See?”
“If I get all of you for a few pieces of pie and some shirts, I’m the happiest Alpha there is,” said Dean.
“Dean,” you said, laying your head on his chest, smiling at calm green eyes. “Do you think we...did it?”
“Probably. Excited?” asked Dean, a different smile forming on his face.
“We should probably watch whatever movies we want for the next nine months. I expect a lot of cartoons in our future,” you said, Dean leaning down to peck a kiss to your lips.
