Destiny Is Heaven Sent
Summary: Knowing Dean Winchester since you were fifteen, you’ve always been pulled in his direction. Always wanting to open up the rattled and broken cage your heart lives in. But when the child you’ve been raising together dies, you find yourself closing up the cage of your heart again. And if destiny has one thing for you, it’s to break you down before bringing you back up.
Characters: Dean x You, Sam, Castiel, Bobby, OFC’s, OMC’s, (Ongoing)
This Series Is Set Through Seasons 1-6 With Knowledge That The Bunker Exists
Rating: 18+
Warnings (Ongoing and Will Be Updated): Grieving, Mentions of Rape and Defilement (As Per A Case), Show Level Violence, Swearing, Smut, Impreg Kink, Blood, Fighting, Drinking, Dean Being Dean, Fluff, Angst, Dom!Dean, Sub!Reader
Warnings For This Chapter: Marking, Soft Dom!Dean, Sub!Reader, Degradation (Cumslut, Slut, Cock Whore), Daddy Kink, Praise, Fingering, Impregnation Kink, Dirty Talk, Spitting, Cunnilingus, Squirting, Unprotected Sex (We Know What’s Up, Right Fellas?), Spit Swallowing, Possessive!Dean, Multiple Orgasms, Cream Pie
Chapter 8.
Sam is fast to pull you to your feet by gripping your arms. He presses you to his chest as Dean sneers at the man who was just sitting beside you.
Swallowing thickly, you look up at your best friend and he pets the top of your head calmly before narrowing his eyes at the man.
"Who the fuck do you think you are?" Dean growls as he balls the man's shirt in his fists. He lifts him up with ease before slamming him into the wooden wall of the bar.
"Stop him!" You beg Sammy but it falls on deaf ears as Dean presses him harder into the wall.
"Did she tell you to leave her the fuck alone? Did she!?" He yells. The music has shut off due to his yelling and you flinch knowing how absolutely messed up this guy is going to get.
"Fuck you, pussy." The man seethes and Dean gives a small chuckle before manhandling him to the ground.
Straddling the man, Dean lifts him up by his shirt before slamming him back down to the floor. You shudder at action, knowing how painful it is to get your brain rattled around in your skull.
"De, please!" You whine as you run your hands through your hair nervously.
His head cocks to the side at your concerned voice and he sighs loudly before punching the pervert in the face and standing back up.
Brushing off his jacket, he looks over at you before giving you a small smile.
It's comforting to know how much he cares about you and now knowing that he's your man makes it all the more comforting.
The bartender steps into the back and a pretty girl comes out to replace her as she wipes her hands on a towel.
"Let me give you all a shot before you go. He's a constant nuisance around here. So sorry about that. It's on the house." She says as she pours three shots of top shelf whisky.
The bartender's freebie makes Dean smile widely and he kisses your forehead as he tugs you towards the free alcohol.
As you pick up the shots, you clink glasses with the men you've known forever before downing it in one go. The whisky burns pleasantly as it goes down, your stomach unfurls with heat as you cringe at the taste.
"Enjoy." The bartender says before walking back through the double doors to the kitchen.
"Was that weird to anyone else?" Sam asks as he sets the shot glass back down at the bar.
"Free alcohol isn't weird Sammy. You should be grateful." Dean says as he slams his shot glass down on the bar.
You giggle as Dean wraps his arm around you.
"You look sexy." He whispers in your ear and as you turn your head his green irises flash pink.
Swallowing thickly, you can't find anything odd with what you've just seen. You find it attractive, so attractive that your loins begin to unfurl with wanting.
"Uh guys?" Sam asks.
His voice sounds distant, like he's under water.
"God, you're so fucking gorgeous." Dean groans as he pulls you towards him.
"Guys." Sam calls again.
Your boyfriend presses his lips quickly to yours. The kiss is rough and unforgiving, you can feel his heated passion as his hand wraps into your hair.
He tugs gently at the strands as he captures your bottom lip between his teeth. You let out a soft whine as he nibbles on your lip before soothing the ache with his tongue.
"Oh dude! Come on!" Sam complains behind you.
"Fuck." Dean growls against your lips and it's a quick second as he grips your backside before hauling you up and wrapping your legs around his waist.
"Dean!" Sam yells and as you both turn to look at him, both sets of your eyes flash pink.
Sam swallows thickly as he backs away slowly, his hand shakily grabs at his gun.
"Fuck off Sammy. I need her." Dean mumbles before pulling your chin back to look at him.
You can feel the rough stubble of Dean's beard scrape against your cheek as his lips trail down the skin of your neck. Your fingers card through his hair as you gasp gently.
His lips suckle softly on your skin before he's pulling away and heading towards the bar door without a second thought.
"I want you so badly." You whine as you tug at his hair.
"I know, baby girl. Let me get you back to the motel." He whispers in your ear as you both disregard his brother as he stands stupefied beside the bar.
"Cas! I need help now!" Sam calls as he chases the both of you out of the bar.
You can feel every inch of your boyfriend's lips against your neck as he walks towards the motel.
It feels so raw and potent as he holds you in his arms. The smell of his cologne and the whisky on his breath makes you only that much more aroused. You've been dying for this for years.
"God, you're such a pretty little thing." Dean mumbles against your neck as he presses you into the wall beside the motel room door.
"I bet your pussy is soaked for me. Isn't it, baby girl?" You nod fervently as he kisses you roughly. One hand travels beneath the fabric of your shirt and the other skillfully unlocks the room door.
"Oh fuck." He growls loudly as he picks you up off of the wall. His rough fingers grip at the globes of your ass as he steps into the room. Shutting the door with his foot, he sighs happily as he drops you down into the mattress of his bed.
"I've been waiting to do this for years. I've wanted to put my hands all over you." He whispers wantonly as he kneels between your legs.
The kisses are gentle and soothing as he tugs your shirt up, disconnecting for a mere second to discard your top before his lips are soon back on yours as you lay beneath him in just your bra.
His lips trail down your chest as he grips the zippers of your thigh high combat boots. You can feel your nipples hardening and straining against your bra as he tugs off your shoes and throws them to the floor.
"God, look at you." He whispers reverently as he pulls off his shirt.
You're so enraptured with the sight of him, you almost don't know where to look.
Your fingers trail over his chest before landing on his freckled shoulders. They grip tightly as he tugs off your pants in one go flippantly throwing them over his shoulder.
"I've wanted you beneath me for so long. Fuck." He whispers as his hands run over the skin of your thighs.
Every touch, every breath you feel against your skin is electrifying.
You can feel how sodden your panties have become. You have wanted him for years and now here it is. Finally.
"You going to treat me like one of your sweethearts?" You joke as he unbuttons his jeans.
The smirk he gives you has your stomach doing flips, "You mean so much more to me than that. You know that."
Bending down, his lips suckle at the thin skin of your neck leaving pretty patches of pink and red marking you as his own.
"Although, if you want me to manhandle you like a little cumslut I wouldn't say that's a bad idea. Seeing as how you're so vulnerable beneath me." His breath is warm against your chest, his words so arousing that you feel almost compelled to listen.
"I'm yours." You whisper as your fingers graze his biceps.
"Fucking right you are." He replies as he lifts you up easily, his thumb and index finger snap at the clasp of your bra and suddenly you're bare before him.
"Oh Christ." He groans out as palms one of your breasts in hand.
Your breath hitches, your eyes finding his as they flash a pretty pink for a second before returning to the deep forest green you so adore.
"Is your pretty pussy nice and wet for me? Hmm?" He quips as his rough, calloused hand trails down your stomach to your panties.
You gasp loudly when he cups your pussy and you whimper as his fingertips part your folds through your underwear.
"You're such a little slut, you're ruining these pretty little undies, baby girl." The pet name has you mewling as he kisses you roughly.
"De." You whine against his lips as he rubs gentle circles on your clit through your underwear.
"Daddy." He replies, his hand gives a quick slap to your aching cunt to punctuate the word.
"Daddy." You whimper out and he kisses you softly in response.
"Good girl." He praises as his fingers hook into the sides of your underwear.
He tugs roughly before throwing them to the wayside and your breath hitches as he stares lewdly down at your aching core.
"You're so wet, baby girl. Fucking dripping." You gasp gently as his fingers make a V motion before splaying open your lips.
As he stares, you can see his pupils blowing out with lust. Your pussy clenches around nothing and his chuckle sends a shiver up your spine.
"You're just a greedy little slut, isn't that right baby?" He goads as his middle finger begins to rub slow circles to your clit.
Gasping loudly, you nod fervently only to hear him click his tongue to the roof of his mouth.
Slapping your pussy with the palm of his hand, his eyebrow raises, "Words, baby girl. Or Daddy isn't going to play with your pretty little pussy."
"Yes. Yes, I'm a greedy little slut that wants your big cock." You moan out.
"Good girl." He replies. His fingers drift over your sodden lips and you would almost be embarrassed at how soaked you are if it was anyone else. But, you've needed this for so long that you couldn't really bother to care.
You've heard him so many times through cheap motel walls, fucking and moaning with all these other random girls. But, now he's here with you and he's yours.
"Sam." Castiel calls to him as he lands in the motel parking lot.
Turning around swiftly, Sam breathes a sigh of relief.
"Cas! Something is wrong with Dean and Y/N. They drank something and their eyes turned pink." Sam calks to him, his voice enlaced with worry as he pulls Cas by the arm to the motel room window.
It goes against everything in his nature to peek in but he points through the window at both of your naked bodies.
Narrowing his eyes, Castiel looks through the window before sighing.
"It's an effect caused by Cherubim. It's a fertility grace. It can't be stopped. Once the person ingests it, they must procreate or they'll end up withering away and dying." Sam's head turns slowly at the news before scoffing loudly.
"So I'm just supposed to let them do that?! What if they don't want a kid?" He asks before looking away at the sight.
"I'm sorry Sam. I don't hold any weight, so to speak, in the acts of love." Cas murmurs.
"Fuck!" Sam curses and he hears wings flap leaving him on his own in the parking lot.
Your fingers card through Dean's hair as his tongue flicks at the stiff peaked bud of your areola.
"Oh fuck, Daddy!" You moan as he slips a finger inside of you.
"Your cunt is so nice and tight. Makes me want to fuck a baby into you. Split you right open with my cock and make you carry my baby." His admission has your stomach churning in delight.
He wants a baby with you? He wants his everything to be with you?
"Yes! Please! Give me a baby! I want to have your baby!" You cry out as he slips another finger in.
"Yeah, I'd bet you'd love that wouldn't you? Love to be heavily pregnant for me. Letting everyone know when you walk down the street that you're carrying Dean Winchester's baby." He moans at his own words, curling his fingers up inside of you until he feels the soft bundle of nerves that has your body feeling aflame.
White hot pleasure courses through your body as your hips gyrate for more.
The obscene squelching and lustful moans you give sends your boyfriend into a sensory overload.
He's so hard through his briefs, spots of precum leaking and dotting the light grey fabric making it a deeper and darker color as he bows down.
"I want you to cum for me on my fingers, baby girl. Can you do that for me? Let me see your gorgeous face when you cum." He asks as he spits on your pussy.
"Your little clit is so swollen baby, you must want it so bad, huh? Fuck." He curses before latching his lips onto your bundle of nerves.
You writhe beneath him, a cry of pleasure leaving your lips as your fingers tug at his hair.
He's relentless in his actions, his tongue expertly flicking at your clit so fast you feel like the oxygen has been sucked from your lungs.
"D-Daddy! Oh fuck!" You whine out.
You can feel it then, like an invisible band within you tugging tightly to the point of almost breaking.
"I'm gonna cum! Fuck! Dean!" You cry out.
His free hand grips roughly at your breast. Pinching and rolling your nipple between his dexterous fingers, you almost feel lightheaded. As he enters a third finger into you, the band inside of you breaks.
You careen towards the precipice of your pleasure before falling right over.
Your eyes flutter shut as you orgasm, a galaxy of stars painted on the inside of your eyelids as you cry out his name.
"Good girl baby, you squirted all over my hand." He praises, but he sounds like has underwater.
Your body undulates and you feel so drunk off of the pleasure, you don't even recall him pulling away from your core.
He brings you back down to Earth with his lips, he tastes of whisky and your arousal and you moan into the kiss as his tongue glides over yours.
Scissoring his fingers inside of your cunt, you whine in protest which is quickly cut off by a gentle kiss.
"Gotta prep you baby, your pussy is too tight for my cock." He whispers against your lips.
Even in your daze, you catch how furiously red the tip of his cock is above the lip of his briefs and your mouth goes dry at the sight.
You've felt it against you a few times in the mornings when you lay beside him in motel rooms but now you finally get to see it. Finally get to feel it.
He follows your gaze before smiling and your heart hammers with delight as he kisses your forehead.
Tugging down his briefs, you ogle at his size. He was long and thick, so thick you almost wouldn't be able to wrap your hand around it entirely. The mushroom tip beads with precum and the pretty rose colored veins that pepper his length make you eager to taste him.
"Uh uh." He says as you sit up on your elbows.
With a pout, you look into his eyes and he playfully nips at your bottom lip with his teeth as he continues to scissor you open.
"You can suck my cock another time. Right now, I just want to feel your tight cunt around me."
You feel his scruff against your cheek, earning a little bit of a burn as his lips trail downward.
Pulling his fingers from you, he enters them into his mouth with a groan. You watch him lick up all of your arousal and your stomach burns with wanting.
"Fuck, you taste so sweet baby. So mine." His lips suckle at your nipple as his hands part your legs wider and you gasp gently as he grips the flesh of your thighs roughly.
Rutting his cock between your sodden lips, you moan out as the head of his cock stimulates your clit with every thrust.
"So fucking wet for me. My God." He groans over your nipple.
You take in a sharp breath as he prods the head of his cock against your entrance. He inches himself inside slowly, both of your mouths opening in tandem from the pleasure.
He makes you feel so full, the small burn as he stretches you open is nothing compared to the overwhelming pleasure you feel as he bottoms out inside of you.
He kisses you languidly, waiting for your pussy to adjust to his size.
"I can feel how fucking soft your cervix is. You're dying for me to put my baby in here, huh? Can't wait to be swollen and heavy with my son."
His words stimulate you so profoundly, your cunt twitches and throbs at his words and he chuckles at the feeling.
"Like an anxious little cock whore." He teases as his index finger hooks below your chin. His thumb grips over top tugging down your bottom jaw.
"Open up, baby." He whispers as you wrap your legs around his waist.
Doing as told you open your mouth for him, he grins devilishly for a second.
"You a good little girl? Hmm? You do everything I tell you to because you want to please Daddy?"
You whine in agreement as he tugs down harsher on your chin.
"Then swallow." He seethes through his teeth before spitting into your mouth.
Swallowing thickly, your eyes are trained on his as the small smile lines crease in the corners showing his delight.
"Show me." He instructs and you do as told.
He hums appreciatively before pulling his hips back, almost until he's completely drawn from you. His thumb traces over your lips gently as he thrusts back inside of you with all of his strength.
Both of your moans skyrocket in volume as he begins a punishing pace. He buries his face into your neck, you can practically feel your body vibrate from the deep bass groans he emits into your skin.
"D-Daddy! Fuck!" You cry out as you spread your legs wider for him.
"Y/N." He moans out through gritted teeth as he lifts his head to look you in the eyes.
"You're mine. All fucking mine." Each word is punctuated with a sharp thrust that sends your mind afloat. No coherent thoughts are in your head as you grip tightly onto his arms.
Your mouth goes dry and your moans become babbles as he fucks you so hard and fast that the band within you tightens for the second time.
"I can feel it. I can feel your slutty little cunt gripping onto my cock. Trying to milk me for my cum to get you pregnant." He groans out as his eyes flutter shut.
He's so breathtakingly gorgeous above you, his sideburns become slick with sweat as he lifts your ankles over his shoulders.
"Oh fuck! Daddy, yes!" You cry out as he spits down into the apex of your thighs.
His thumb rubs furious circles on your clit and you feel your ears becoming fuzzy as your orgasm approaches like a freight train.
"Can't wait till your tits are nice and swollen with my baby's milk. I can't wait to taste it. To feel how heavy your belly is in my hands when I fuck you from behind. Let your pregnant little cunt cum all over my big cock." His free hand pinches and rolls your nipple as his cock begins to throb harshly within you.
"You want that baby? You want me to feel your nice big belly in my hands when I fuck you like an animal?" He asks, pinching your clit for good measure as his head drops forward.
"Yes, Daddy! Want it so badly!" You cry out as he pinches your clit again.
You can feel it then, "D-De. I'm gonna c-cum!" You whine as your back bows off of the bed.
"Good girl, baby. Cum all over my cock. Show me how much you want my baby." He praises.
With a gasp, you cum for him. He groans loudly as your cunt squeezes his cock tightly within you.
"Oh fuck! Feels so good! Jesus Christ!" He whines as he shoves your ankles off of his shoulders.
Burying his face into your neck, he fucks you into overstimulation before groaning so loudly you feel as if you might have gone deaf.
His cock thickens and throbs within you until your womb begins to swell and warm up at the ropes of cum he fucks into you.
"Oh fuck!" He whines loudly.
His arms wrap around you as he suckles gently onto your neck and you whimper gently as he holds you in his arms.
"I love you." He mumbles and even through your post orgasmic gaze you still feel giddy to hear the words.
"I love you too." You whisper as he turns you on to your side.
The pink in his irises flashes away quickly and you both blink slowly before raising an eyebrow.
"Did we just...make a baby?" Dean asks, looking down at where you're joined.
Your mouth opens and you let out a giggle before looking into his eyes, "I-I think so?"
"We've been dating a day and I already am trying to knock you up?" He teases you.
His lips and scruff trail over your cheek before he's sighing loudly and pulling out of you.
He sits up in bed, his fingers quickly brush at his sweaty hair before he's off to the fridge to collect two bottles of beer.
"We better get cleaned up before Sammy comes back. He'll flip out." Dean murmurs as he looks around the room at the strewn clothes.
With a giggle, you sit up in your shared bed leaning back into the headboard.
"Spread those pretty legs for me, Candy girl." As you accept the beer you do as told.
Spreading your pussy lips, a smirk stretches onto his face, "I can get used to this."
You smile at him and he licks his lips with the tilt of his head before chugging his beer and looking at the clock.
"I think someone enchanted us." He says as he sits on the edge of the bed.
"Your eyes were pink and I didn't think it was weird at all." You reply and he nods in agreement.
"Yeah. Exactly. It made me hornier." You snort gently as you cross your legs.
"So. We just made a baby I assume." You say and Dean runs a hand over his face nervously before sighing.
"Are you okay with that? When...Fuck...When I have dreams, good dreams, I dream about you having my kids." He admits.
His admission knocks you down at peg and you find yourself smiling as you lean deeper back into the headboard.
"I dream the same." You whisper above the lip of the beer bottle.
His eyes meet yours and you giggle as he throws himself down beside you on the bed.
"Really?" You nod to his question with a chuckle as he wraps his arm around you.
"I usually dream of Marsh and our own kids. Sometimes we don't even hunt anymore. We become like Bobby and use the lore and books in the Bunker to send Hunters out on missions." Dean hooks his chin over your bare shoulder as he sits up beside you.
His fingers drift over your cum filled belly as he hums in agreement.
"What if...if our kid, if you are pregnant, what if our kid says yes to being a vessel?" He asks softly and you can hear the horror that enraptured his voice.
"I think if you're their father. They'd have no chance in Hell to be raised to say yes." You say finitely.
He takes in a deep breath before nodding and closing his eyes.
"I hope so." He murmurs.
Turning your face to him, even with his eyes shut you can still see the fright in his facial expression and it breaks your heart to bits.
"We should go take a shower before Sammy gets back." You tell him, trying to pull him out of his bad thoughts.
His eyes snap open and he gives a lopsided smirk before planting a chaste kiss to your lips.
"Maybe I'll really solidify that baby making in the shower then." He teased as you stand up.
Snorting, you walk towards the bathroom before cocking your head to the side and smiling.
"If you think you're up to the job." You tease.
Mischievousness flashes over his face and he jumps out of bed to chase you into the bathroom, "I'm always up for the job. I'm Dean fucking Winchester." He growls into your ear playfully as he swings the bathroom door shut behind the both of you.
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