Summary: Dean takes care of you during flu season.
Warnings: Flu symptoms, depiction of illness and physical discomfort, mild language, references to coughing fits and physical weakness, mention of medical care (cold medicine), light humor about illness, emotional vulnerability, caretaking dynamic, intimacy through hand-holding and close proximity
You wake up in a haze, disoriented and sticky with sweat, your head pounding like a drum. Every inch of your body feels weighted like you’ve been cemented to the mattress. The air in the bunker feels too cold, even with the hum of the heating vents overhead, and you burrow deeper under the flannel blanket someone must have thrown over you while you were out. Flu. The nasty, relentless kind.
Your throat is raw, your nose is an embarrassing mix of stuffed and running, and every time you cough, it feels like your ribs are trying to punch their way out of your chest. Perfect. You groan, shifting slightly, only to hear the door creak open.
Dean strides in, carrying a steaming mug in one hand and a bottle of cold medicine in the other. His green eyes scan you critically, but there’s no mocking smirk, no sarcastic comment. He’s wearing his usual uniform of jeans and a faded black T-shirt, but his hair is a little mussed, and there’s a subtle droop in his posture, like he’s been pacing or running errands you don’t remember asking for.
“Well, you’re alive,” he says, his voice a blend of dry humor and something softer. “Barely. Look like crap, though.”
“Feel worse,” you croak, voice barely above a whisper. It’s hard to say more; even talking feels like a monumental effort.
Dean chuckles low, shaking his head as he places the mug on the nightstand and sets the cold medicine beside it. “Yeah, figured. Got your meds, some soup—don’t ask what’s in it; just eat it—and, uh, entertainment.” He gestures vaguely toward the TV on the dresser. You glance over to see a cheesy Christmas movie already queued up. Twinkling lights, fake snow, and actors way too cheerful for your current state fill the screen.
“Is that Holiday in Handcuffs?” you ask, voice barely audible.
Dean shrugs nonchalantly, but you can see the faint flush creeping up his neck. “I remember you said once it was your favorite holiday movie. Figured it couldn’t hurt. Not like you’re watching Die Hard in this condition.”
You let out a weak laugh that quickly dissolves into a coughing fit. Dean’s immediately at your side, placing a steadying hand on your back as you double over. His palm is broad and warm, the pressure grounding you until the coughing subsides.
“Jesus, take it easy,” he mutters, his tone gruff but not unkind. He pulls a box of tissues closer and thrusts them into your hand. “You hack up a lung, and I’m not cleaning it up.”
You wipe your nose and sink back into the pillows, utterly spent. Dean unscrews the cap on the cold medicine, his expression twisting in irritation as it resists. “Stupid thing,” he grumbles, shaking it like the lid might magically pop off. Finally, with a satisfying click, he hands it over, careful not to spill.
“Bottoms up,” he says, watching you like a hawk. You grimace as the thick, syrupy liquid slides down your throat, and Dean snorts. “What, too fancy for cherry flavor?”
“It’s awful,” you manage, wincing.
“You’ll live,” he retorts, grabbing the mug of soup and placing it in your hands. The steam rises in delicate swirls, but when you take a sip, the taste is... underwhelming. It’s warm, sure, but there’s no seasoning, no flavor beyond the faint hint of chicken broth.
Dean notices your hesitation and narrows his eyes. “Don’t even start. I followed the recipe. Mostly.”
“Mostly?” you rasp.
“Okay, so I skipped the part with the spices. Sue me,” he says, crossing his arms defensively. “Not like I keep a spice rack in Baby’s trunk.”
Despite everything, you smile. The soup isn’t great, but it’s warm, and it’s Dean. He could’ve left you to fend for yourself, but instead, he’s here, fumbling his way through what has to be his least favorite role—caretaker.
As the afternoon drags on, Dean refuses to leave your side for long. He keeps himself busy, fussing with blankets, refilling your mug with tea, and grumbling every time you so much as sniffle. When you return from the bathroom, you find Dean, perched on the edge of the bed, stabs at his phone with one finger, muttering something about "Christmas movies" and "Sam's stupid suggestions."
“What are you doing?” you croak, your voice rougher than gravel.
He barely glances up. “Finding something less... sparkly. Seriously, how does anyone enjoy this crap?” he mutters, flipping through the options. “Where’s the explosions? The car chases? It’s all snowflakes and—oh, look, another goddamn mistletoe scene.”
He makes a dramatic gagging noise as another cheesy romantic gesture plays out on the screen. “This is a no-chick-flick zone, remember? Rule number one.”
You muster a weak smile, though it quickly turns into a cough. Dean tosses the phone aside and hands you a tissue like it’s the most natural thing in the world. His hand brushes yours for a moment, warm and steady, and you catch a flicker of something in his eyes. Maybe concern, maybe embarrassment—hard to tell with Dean.
“Is that why you’re still here?” you rasp, dabbing at your nose. “Cause this feels suspiciously chick-flicky to me.”
Dean snorts, crossing his arms over his chest like he’s defending himself from the accusation. “Look, you’re sick. Can’t have you wandering around half-dead infecting everybody else—especially me. This is survival, not sentiment.”
“Uh-huh,” you murmur, raising an eyebrow. “So it’s not because you secretly enjoy the sappy holiday romance?”
His jaw tightens, and he glares at the screen as if it personally insulted him. “Okay, first of all, no. Second, I’m not staying here ‘cause of the movie. I’m staying ‘cause someone’s gotta make sure you don’t die from lack of fluids.”
You laugh weakly, though it fades into another cough. Dean sighs, running a hand down his face. “Fine,” he mutters, leaning back against the headboard. “Maybe I’m breaking my own rule. But don’t get used to it, okay? This is a one-time deal. You’re sick. That’s the only reason I’m letting this slide.”
Your smile softens as you glance at him, his arms crossed, boots propped on the bed frame, a grumble on his lips but undeniable warmth in his eyes. “Thanks, Dean,” you whisper.
“Yeah, yeah,” he says, waving a hand dismissively. “Just don’t tell Sam. He’ll never let me live it down.”
Hours later, as the sky outside darkens, Dean’s still there. He’s stretched out in the chair beside your bed, his legs sprawled out and boots resting against the edge of the mattress. The TV flickers in the dim light, a cheesy Christmas movie filling the room with soft chatter, though it’s clear his focus isn’t on the screen. His gaze keeps drifting toward you every time you shift or let out a quiet cough, his features softening just slightly in that way he’d never admit to.
“You’re not half bad at this,” you murmur, your voice raspier than usual, the words barely audible over the sound of the TV.
Dean’s head snaps toward you, eyebrows lifting in mild surprise. He snorts, leaning forward and planting his elbows on his knees. “Don’t get used to it,” he says, the usual edge in his tone softened by something warmer. “I’m not about to start knitting you sweaters or reading bedtime stories.”
“Shame,” you manage, offering him a faint smile. “You rock the whole ‘caretaker’ vibe.”
He rolls his eyes, shifting in the chair like he’s trying to get comfortable but failing miserably. “Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up, Chuckles,” he mutters, though the corner of his mouth twitches, betraying the grin he’s trying to suppress. “Next time you get sick, I’m calling Cas. Let him deal with the mucus and misery.”
Your weak laugh quickly morphs into a cough, and Dean is on his feet before you’ve even finished, hovering with an uneasy blend of concern and awkwardness. He rubs the back of his neck, muttering something about getting you more water, but instead, he pulls the chair closer to the bed, then changes his mind again and sinks onto the edge of the mattress.
“You’re gonna break that damn chair if you keep flopping around in it,” you tease weakly, watching as he settles beside you. His presence feels grounding, steady, even if he pretends not to notice the way you relax as he leans back against the headboard.
“Flopping? You’re delirious,” he shoots back, though he doesn’t move to leave. Instead, he stretches his legs out, crossing his ankles and resting one arm along the back of the bed frame like he belongs there. “This doesn’t mean I’m staying,” he adds after a beat. “I’m just... making sure you don’t roll over and die in your sleep or something.”
You don’t call him out on the obvious lie. Instead, you let your hand rest on the edge of the blanket, and after a long moment of silence, you feel the weight of his hand brush against yours. It’s tentative, uncharacteristically soft, and when he doesn’t pull away, neither do you.
The bunker grows quieter as the night stretches on, the low hum of the TV blending with the sound of your slowed breathing. You drift off, comforted not just by the warmth of his hand but by the steady, undeniable presence of Dean Winchester at your side. And as sleep claims you, you know that badass reputation or not, Dean is more than capable of caring for the people he loves. Right now, that person is you.
A/n:This is my first smut imagine and I've never done anything so this might be bad.
You woke up with the light as the light peaked it's its way into your dimmed room. You groaned as you checked the clock that read,5:30am, so you rolled out of bed and decided on what you wanted to wear today.
You threw on Sam's flannel which you always wore since Sam let you, because he knew his shirt kept you warm. You then tossed on jeans and your favorite pair of boots.
You made your way downstairs as your footsteps were muted, Since Dean was always asleep at this time. You found the kitchen and Sam was on his laptop.
He wore jeans and he was shirtless which caused you to gulp and leave eye contact from Sam. You appointed yourself towards the fridge as you heard a low rumble escape your stomach.
You roamed the fridge for breakfast as you heard footsteps coming towards you. You jumped a bit as you felt Sam's giant and firm hands on your hips.
“Did I ever tell you how fucking bad I want to rip my shirt off of you?” he placed a surprise gentle kiss on your shoulder.
Sam had always dreamed about ripping your shirt off and giving you the time of your life. He always dreamed about you moaning his name. Sam never told you how he felt because he was scared of rejection, especially from you. But now that he was soulless, he didn't give a fuck. He was also determined to get you to be his no matter how many times you've said no.
Sam smirked as he knew the effect he had on you as you were already a waterfall for Sam. You weren't the one to hook up but c'mon, it's Sam FUCKING Winchester.
“Did I ever tell you how bad I've always wanted to taste that pretty little pussy of yours?” Sam whispered as his voice dropped an octave. Sam’s grip on you had tighten on you than before.
“No.” You managed to whisper without a stutter. You turned around and saw the smirk on his face that you knew he had on before.
He rested his forehead against yours as you felt his cold breath;His breath sent shivers down every inch of your spine.
You always dreamed about being close to Sam. You dreamed about him making love to you and him pounding into you where you couldn't walk the next morning.
“Just say no,Okay?” Sam murmured and tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear.
Something overcame your shyness. You wasn't sure what but you were glad it did. “Fuck me before Dean wakes up?” You whispered as you made your way towards Sam's bedroom;Your ass and hips shaked along the way to tease Sam of what he's gonna get tonight.
You took of your clothes without a care in the world. You heard the door shut behind you,”I'm going to fuck you senseless.” Sam said in a low husky voice.
“Lay down. Now.” Sam said as his lips curved into a smirk. You simpered as you always knew Sam was a dominant guy. Dominant was your kink and it always turned you on.
You did as you were told and layed down with your legs spreaded out just for Sam to put you in a bliss.
Sam threw off his pants as he made his way to you. Something in Sam's look told you he wasn't going to be gentle.
Sam soon hovered over you and started to kiss your neck;As he left little, tiny hickeys down your neck.
You tried to touch Sam's hair but he pushed your hand back in its position.
“No touching until I say so.” Sam demanded as he continued to leave kisses down your neck, that turned into rougher and rougher and sloppier kisses.
You did what he told you to do but it was real hard not to, when all you wanted to do is run your fingers through his hair.
Sam left more kisses on your neck and he continued to kiss your chest, your stomach and all the way down to your pussy. You let out a moan when Sam bit down gentle on your pussy;He caused a gasped to escape your lips.
“No noise okay?” He grinned as he thought you couldn't go through tonight without a noise.
You nodded in response not sure if you were suppose to answer. Sam used his tongue to slide in easy due to the ocean in your pussy.
Sam licked all the way in your pussy as he touched all sides and he touched every inch of you. He made your eyes fluttered to the back of your head.
You tried your hardest not to moan so you bit down on your lip causing your lip to bleed.
He finished eating you out and placed a small gentle kiss on your pussy.
Sam hovered over you as his lips were ghosting over yours. Sam gave you a rough and rougher kiss.
Sam then used his hands to travel down your body as he didn't leave one area untouched. “Your body is a wonderland.” He whispered.
Without a warning Sam thrusted into your pussy as he filled you all the way up. Sam touched places you didn't even know you had.
A moan escaped your lips as you forgot Sam's rule. Your walls clenched around Sam's dick, “Shh, baby girl, don't cum yet.” He told you as he punished you for the moan earlier.
He thrusted into you as each thrust got harder and harder, faster and faster;Until he came as his cum spilled inside you. He made you cum all over his dick.
He chuckled,”I'll clean it up.” Sam said in a soft tone. He cleaned up the cum by licking it all up clean. “You taste so good.”
Sam laid down next to you with no clothes on. Sam wrapped a blanket around you as he kissed your ear lovingly. “I hope this is more than a one time thing.” Sam whispered as he drifted into a sleep with his arms wrapped around your torso and his legs tangled in yours.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester
Word Count: 2630
Prompt: Cupid's Got A Shotgun by Carrie Underwoods
Summary: An encounter with Cupid forces you to face your feelings for the Winchester Brothers.
Warnings: Emotional hurt/comfort, unresolved romantic tension, fear of emotional vulnerability, self-doubt, internal conflict, unrequited love, intense emotional introspection, defensive behavior, discussion of emotional scars, mentions of past relationship trauma, slow burn, protective behavior, Cupid intervention, romantic frustration.
The bar’s dim, sputtering light casts a weak glow overhead, barely illuminating the worn wooden tables and the scuffed floor beneath your boots. Shadows cling to the walls like old memories, and you sink deeper into your chair, swirling the last of your whiskey in the glass before taking a slow sip. The liquid burns as it slides down your throat, spreading a fleeting warmth through your chest, but it does nothing to calm the storm raging in your head. It never does.
It’s the same pattern every time, isn’t it? Men with honeyed words slip into your life, leaving behind promises as thin as smoke, promises they never intend to fulfill. Before you know it, you're left standing in the wreckage of something that wasn’t even real, just a mirage of what could have been. All those "almosts" stack up like bricks, weighing heavy on your heart, and even though you’ve never had a real relationship, it feels like you've been left shattered more times than you can count.
The scars are there, even if no one else can see them. They linger in every moment a guy brushes you off, in the hollow smile you force when you know it's not real. You feel the sting in every glance that sizes you up like you’re a prize to be won rather than a person to know. So you’ve built your walls, layering them high and thick until nothing, no one, can break through. Not even him.
Or them.
Sam and Dean Winchester—they didn’t just walk into your life. No, they crashed into it, two forces of nature that bulldozed right through your carefully constructed defenses, leaving you exposed and vulnerable in a way you swore you’d never be again. At first, you tried to play it cool, act like they were just hunters, comrades in arms. But the months blurred together, and now you can’t even tell how long it’s been. And that scares you because losing track means losing control and losing control means letting them in.
And letting them in? That’s not an option.
Even now, you can feel their eyes on you, the weight of their presence lingering in the air like a storm cloud ready to break. Sam’s by the pool table, his lean, tall frame moving with practiced ease as he lines up shot after shot. There’s a calm to him, but it’s the kind that keeps you on edge, like he could switch in an instant and suddenly be dangerous. Then there’s Dean, perched at the bar with a half-empty beer in hand, his eyes flicking between the room and you, constantly scanning for threats, always watching.
Always watching you.
They’re protective. It should comfort you, but it drives you insane. Because the truth is, no matter how many monsters they face, no matter how many battles they fight, they can’t protect you from what matters most. They can’t protect you from yourself.
You think back to the last hunt, to the ridiculousness of it all—a damn Cupid, of all things. The little winged freak zeroed in on you from the moment you stepped into that abandoned church, those bright, beady eyes tracking you with unnerving precision. He wasn’t cute, not like the Valentine's Day cards would have you believe. No, this thing was more like a demented cherub, armed with arrows dipped in cosmic mischief, and he had you in his crosshairs. You could feel it in the air—the tug, the weight, as though Cupid himself was hell-bent on forcing you to confront feelings you’d buried so deep even you were beginning to forget they existed. Each arrow he loosed sent your heart racing, as if you could sense the emotional mess he was trying to weave. But you dodged them all, every last one, determined not to let some glorified matchmaker unravel everything you’d worked so hard to lock away.
You're not stupid. You know precisely what the little bastard was aiming for. It’s not like you’ve been blind to the way Sam’s gaze lingers on you when he thinks you’re not paying attention, soft and curious, like he’s trying to piece you together. Or the way Dean’s jaw tightens, a flicker of possessiveness in his green eyes, whenever some random guy at a bar edges too close, his whole demeanor shifting to silent warning. You’ve been dodging these unspoken glances for months now, sidestepping their care, their questions, like someone dancing around a minefield. Because you know that once you stop moving, it’ll all explode in your face.
And you’ve had enough explosions in your life.
But there’s only so much running you can do before the inevitable catches up.
“Hey.”
Dean’s gravelly voice slices through the whirlwind of your thoughts, rough but steady, anchoring you as he slides into the seat beside you. His presence is a weight that presses into the air, solid, almost suffocating in its certainty. The chair creaks beneath him, but all you hear is the pounding of your own heartbeat, thundering in your chest.
“Are you alright?” He’s asking, but it’s more than that. It’s the question beneath the question, the one you’ve been dodging for longer than you can remember.
Your heart skips a beat—a betraying thud that echoes in the hollowness you’ve tried to keep locked down. You’d never admit it, not even to yourself, but he makes it impossible to pretend. You glance at him, careful to keep your face neutral, masking the fluttering in your chest with a look you’ve perfected over years of pretending. It’s almost second nature by now—the practiced nonchalance. But with Dean, it’s always been different.
There’s something in the way his green eyes bore into yours, piercing through the walls you’ve built brick by brick, layer by layer. It’s as though he sees right past your armor, straight into that small, fragile part of you that still aches for something real. Something more. But you can’t let him see that. You won’t. So you shove it down, hard, pushing that flicker of vulnerability back into the shadows as you lean casually into your chair. Your body language distant, closed off.
“Yeah,” you shrug, the lie slipping from your lips as easily as breathing. “Just tired. Long day.”
Dean doesn’t move, doesn’t blink, just watches you with that familiar intensity, and you know—you know—he doesn’t believe a word you’re saying. He’s seen you fight, seen you bleed, seen you crawl out of the wreckage of hunts that should’ve killed you. He’s seen you at your worst, and somehow, he still sticks around. He and Sam both do, and that’s the problem, isn’t it? They’ve gotten too close, wedged themselves into your life in ways that make it impossible for you to keep pretending.
Pretending that you don’t care.
Pretending that the way Dean looks at you doesn’t unravel something deep inside.
From across the room, you feel Sam’s eyes on you. His quiet gaze tracks the shift in the atmosphere as he casually leans his pool cue against the table and makes his way over, long strides slow but purposeful. His expression is calm and unreadable, but you see the concern in the tightness of his jaw and the subtle way his brow furrows as he joins Dean at your side.
“You’ve been quiet,” Sam says softly, folding his arms across his broad chest. There’s no judgment in his tone, just that frustrating gentleness, the kind that makes you feel seen when you’d rather stay hidden. “Is it… about earlier? With Cupid?”
The mention of Cupid sends a sharp twist through your stomach. You swallow, forcing down the surge of emotions that threatens to rise, burying it beneath layers of practiced indifference. You won’t let some stupid angel with a bow and arrow undo everything you’ve worked so hard to keep locked away. You won’t.
“I’m fine,” you snap, the words slipping out too fast, too harsh. The crack in your voice betrays you. “That was nothing. Just another hunt.”
Dean raises an eyebrow, and you can feel the weight of Sam’s stare, too, both of them pinning you with that all-too-familiar look. The one that says they’re not buying your crap, the one that makes your pulse quicken, and your chest tighten. You hate that look because it leaves you nowhere to hide.
“Bullshit.” Dean’s voice is low, steady, cutting through the silence with calm certainty. He takes a long sip from his beer, but his eyes never leave yours, and it feels like he’s peeling back every layer you’ve carefully put up to protect yourself. “You’ve been dodging that thing like it was the plague, and don’t think we didn’t notice.”
You clench your hands into fists in your lap, frustration bubbling up like a rising tide. “Look,” you say, your voice sharp, defensive. “I don’t need some magical arrow telling me how I’m supposed to feel. I’m fine the way I am.”
Sam shifts beside Dean, his arms still crossed, but you see the way the muscle in his jaw tenses, the way his hazel eyes soften as they search yours. “It’s not about what you’re supposed to feel,” he murmurs, his voice quiet but firm. “It’s about what you do feel.”
His words hit you like a punch to the gut, and for a moment, it’s all too much. The weight of their concern, the intensity of their gaze, the truth that they’re trying to force you to admit—it presses down on you until you can’t breathe. You stand up abruptly, the legs of the chair scraping loudly against the floor as you push it back. The sound is harsh, jarring in the quiet of the bar, but you barely notice.
“I don’t feel anything, okay?” you snap, the words spilling out before you can stop them. “Not for you, not for him, not for anyone. And I won’t let some winged freak tell me otherwise.”
The tension in the air thickens, suffocating, hanging between the three of you like a storm cloud ready to break. Dean stands up slowly, his movements deliberate, his face carefully neutral, but there’s something in his eyes—something raw, something that cuts deeper than you want to admit. Hurt, maybe. Disappointment. You can’t think about it. You won’t.
“Y’know,” Dean says quietly, taking a step toward you, his voice low and steady, “you keep saying that, but you don’t believe it. Not really.” He’s close now, too close, the heat of his body radiating off him in waves, and it makes your pulse spike. “You’re just scared.”
Your heart slams against your ribs, your breath catching in your throat. Fear coils tightly around your chest, but not the fear of them. No, it’s the fear of what they’re asking you to do. To let them in. To trust them. To stop running.
And running is all you know how to do.
“I’m not scared,” you whisper, but the words feel weak and empty, even to you.
Dean’s lips twitch into a small, humorless smile, his eyes softening just a fraction as he watches you. “Yeah, you are,” he says, his voice gentler now but no less intense. “And that’s okay. But maybe it’s time you stopped running from it.”
Sam steps closer, his presence steady and calm, grounding you in a way that you don’t want to admit you need. His voice is soft, full of quiet understanding, but there’s an unshakable strength beneath it. “You don’t have to do this alone, y’know,” he says. “We’re here. We always have been.”
The words sink into you, settling deep into the cracks of your carefully guarded heart, and something inside you shifts. Just a little. It’s terrifying, the idea of trusting them, of letting yourself hope, but there’s also something achingly beautiful about it. About the possibility that maybe, for once, you don’t have to be the one to leave first. That maybe, you don’t have to protect yourself from the inevitable heartbreak.
But still, the fear—the bone-deep, soul-crushing fear of opening up, of letting someone in only to be left behind again—is overwhelming and paralyzing.
“I can’t,” you breathe, your voice barely a whisper now, trembling under the weight of the truth you’re too afraid to admit. “I can’t risk it.”
Dean’s hand reaches out slowly, cautiously, like he knows one wrong move could send you running. But he doesn’t stop. His fingers, calloused from years of hunting, gently find yours, and instead of just holding your wrist, he entwines his fingers with yours, locking them together with a quiet but unspoken promise. The touch is soft yet firm, his thumb grazing the back of your hand in slow, soothing strokes, as if he’s trying to reassure you with every heartbeat. The warmth of his skin against yours sends a shiver up your spine, igniting something deep inside you, something you’ve kept buried for so long you almost forgot it was there.
You feel the weight of his presence settle over you like a blanket, heavy with meaning, but there’s nothing suffocating about it. It’s grounding, steady—safe. And yet, that safety terrifies you because it’s the kind you’ve convinced yourself you don’t deserve. But Dean, he isn’t giving you a choice. Not this time.
His other hand comes up slowly, his movements deliberate and gentle, as if he’s afraid you might bolt at any second. His palm cups your cheek, warm and rough, but his touch is tender, almost reverent. His thumb brushes across your cheekbone, wiping away a tear you didn’t realize had fallen. The simple motion cracks something inside you, and for a moment, it feels like the walls you’ve built so carefully over the years are crumbling under the weight of his touch.
"Maybe you’re not the only one taking a risk here," Dean murmurs, his voice thick with emotion, barely above a whisper. His words hang between you, heavy and raw, filled with all the things he’s never said but has always felt. His eyes search yours, and in them, you see it—the longing, the fear, the desperate hope that you’ll stay, that you’ll finally let them in. That you’ll choose them.
You feel your breath catch in your throat as his fingers tighten ever so slightly around yours, anchoring you to the moment. His thumb continues its slow, tender sweep across your cheek, and the tenderness in his gaze is enough to break your heart. This man, this infuriating, stubborn, protective man, who has fought demons and monsters and everything in between, is standing here with his heart wide open, asking you to stop running. Asking you to be with him and his brother in a way that terrifies you more than any hunt ever could.
For the first time, you feel the weight of what’s at stake—not just for you, but for him, for Sam. This isn’t just about you being afraid of getting hurt. It’s about them too, about the risk they’re taking by loving you, by wanting you to be a part of their lives. And it hits you with such force that you almost can’t breathe. They aren’t asking for your walls to come down—they’re asking to stand beside them. To hold you through the fear, through the pain, through whatever comes next.
You stare up at Dean, his hand still cradling your face like you’re something precious, and for the first time, you allow yourself to wonder—really wonder—if maybe, just maybe, you’re not the only one with something to lose.
Because you can feel it now—the risk they’re taking, the way they’re holding their breath, waiting for your answer, waiting for you to finally say yes. And in that moment, you realize that they’ve already decided. They’ve already chosen you.
Summary: When Y/N turns a drunk Dean down, she regrets nothing seeing he never remembered what he said. But she finds herself in the same situation he was when she’s drugged up on medication for an injury. How will he react?
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Warnings: NSFW, swearing, talk of blood, injury, high of medication, fluff, smut
Word Count; 3,956
Request: Could you do a fic where the reader initially turns dean down but is on meds for an injury & is all dopey & tells dean she loves him & tries to kiss him & he pushes her off so not to take advantage but he's really happy & the next day she's totally embarrassed & tells dean to forget it for the usual angsty reasons, but Sam tells her how excited dean was & then smut? Absolutely love all ur fics, you're amazing! No pressure whatsoever to write this if u don't like it or ur too busy etc. :) -Anonymous
A/N: This is my submission to @buckysmetallicstump Disney Quote Challenge. Mine was 20. Ladies don’t start fights, they finish them. This is not beta read as I just finished this today. I hope y’all enjoy feedback is welcomed as always!
Sitting in a booth in the back of the dive bar you watched Sam and Dean playing pool. Well it was more on the lines hustling pool rather than actually playing. They both had a beer in their hands as the watched the drunk bikers try to play. Sam had assured you that this would be their last round, but if they kept their winning streak up they would be there much longer. So until they were ready to go, you were going to sit back and drink your pina-colada until they were ready to go.
Minutes turned into another hour and you were getting pretty tired of waiting. While lost in your own world Dean snuck up behind you and grabbed both your shoulder. You immediately went reaching for the pistol hidden in your jacket, but stopped as soon as Dean sat across from you. His cheeks were flushed as he laughed taking another sip out of his beer.
“What the Hell Dean. are you trying to get yourself killed?”
“You wouldn’t shoot me sweetheart.”
“Yeah I wouldn’t be to sure of that. Keep your hands to yourself Winchester or I will shoot you next time.”
He watched you, a confused look etched on his face. You looked away sipping on the lime green straw, trying to ignore the way he was looking at you. But no matter how hard you tried you could almost feel his eyes burning a hole into your skin. Finishing off your fruity drink you turned back to look at him. The sudden movement of your head caused him to flinch, he had been caught staring, but instead of looking away he kept watching you.
“For the love of my sanity Dean what?”
His hand moved against the polished surface of the table, his fingers brushing against the top of your hand. His touch left a tingling sensation over your skin as he stared into your eyes. “What do you say we get out of here?” He licked his full pink lips before taking it between his white teeth. “I like you a lot, I think we have a sp-” he hiccuped mid sentence, “special connection. And you know they say if you have a special connection, you have mind blowing sex.”
“Dean,” you leaned across the table, “you’re drunk.”
“So I can totally still do sexual acts.” he slurred licking his lips seductively, “I’m a little drunk, not incapable of giving you the best pleasure of your life.” biting down to your thumb nail you shook your head again, and this time Dean’s face slowly began to fall. “Are you seriously turning me down right now?” He turned his nose up, furrowing his brow as he looked at you. “You’re turning me down Y/N/N?”
Looking around the bar for Sam you gave him a sympathetic smile. “Dean, I’m not sleeping with you when you’re drunk. Maybe when you sober up we can discuss this more, but until then we’re going to get you back to the motel.” You spotted Sam walking out of the restroom and you waved him down. “Come on drunky, let's get you to bed.”
That night you put him to bed, and the following morning he never brought up the prior night's events. Part of you was pretty sure he didn’t realize what had happened and you were thankful you didn’t sleep with him. The other part of you was kicking yourself and wondering if you should bring it up. You had feelings for him, but you were never one to take that first step. It was a strange and awkward situation you were in and you were conflicted on what needed to be done.
In the end you decided to forget what had happened that night. The three of you continued to travel across the country hunting down monsters. You three remained really good friends, not once crossing the boundary into something more than that.
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“Hey sweetheart.” Dean's voice rang next to you, bring you out of a light sleep. “How are you feeling?”
“What happened?” Looking up you grimaced at the fluorescent lights above your head. “Where am I?” Dean rested his hand on top of yours, and you noticed the bags under his eyes. He looked like he hadn’t slept in a few days.
“Well a vampire thought that you looked good enough to eat.”
There was a burning pain moving from your neck to your shoulder, indicating that the vamp tried to suck you dry. ‘Well I should have warned him I’m a little sour.” Dean shook his head running his free hand over his slightly stubbled chin. “And I’m not like a Sour Patch Kid.” Dean cocked up an eyebrow looking you up and down.”
“What?”
“I’m not a Sour Patch Kid, you know their slogan.” You cleared your throat making it go as deep as it could. “First they’re sour,” you paused for a second and Dean continued to stare at you a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “You have to pause for dramatic effect.” He nodded his head to your words. “Then they’re sweet. Sour. Sweet. Gone. Sour Patch Kids!”
Dean laughed softly resting his head on his fist. “You’re as high as a kite right now aren’t you?” Nodding your head you smiled watching him, it was like relief was washing over him as he relaxed a bit into his chair. “Fuck I was worried about you, I thought I lost you when that bitch sunk her fangs into your neck.” You scrunched up your face squinting your eyes as he brushed his thumb over the top of your hand. “What’s with that face?”
“A girl vamp tried to eat me?”
“She sure did.”
“Did I attack her first and she got me, or was she the one who started it?”
“Well,” he paused leaning back in the chair, “she snuck up behind you, and sunk her fangs into you. Before Sammy and I could get to you, you had already managed to get away.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “You got the finish on her,”
You grinned wide, “I am a lady you know!” Fluttering your eyelashes you tried to look proper and pose. ‘Ladies don’t start fights, but they finish them.” Dean made another face as you giggled in your bed.
“I really like this side of you.” Looking up at Dean, you realized that now was as good as time as ever to tell him how you felt. Interlocking your fingers with his, you stared into his olive green eyes. He stared back smiling at you as he squeezed your hand. Despite the pain rushing through your body you inched close towards him. Seeing your movements he stood up slowly inching you back to the middle of the hospital bed. “What are you doing?”
Leaning in closer towards him your found your eyes overlooking the freckles dusted against his face. “I like you Dean. . .no I like you more than that I like like you.” His eyes were locked on your own and you squeezed his hand tighter. “I love you.” You decided to go for it, leaning in close to him your lips almost touching.
“Y/N.” Dean pulled away just before you could kiss, he pulled his hand away from you and turned away. “Sweetheart we can’t do this.” His shoulders tensed as you grabbed a handful of the sheets.
You had been turned down a few times in your life and it always stung pretty bad. But being rejected by Dean, the one man you really loved, that fucking hurt. It hurt like a stab wound, a searing burning pain deep in your heart. And the fact that he wasn’t even looking at you, that made it one thousand times worse.
“Hey,” both of you looked finding Sam standing in the doorway to your hospital room, “look who's finally awake!” He rushed towards your bed, dropping a plastic bag on the foot of it. “You gave us quite the scare there kiddo.”
“Watch out for our sour patch kid, I’ll be back soon.” Dean patted the top of your head before walking out of the room. And you watched sadly before turning and listening to what Sam wanted to tell you. You were painfully regretting what you had just done and you were praying for things to go back to the way they were before.
The next day was terrible, being crammed in the back of the Impala with a tender neck wound was not how you wanted to spend the day. Although it wasn’t all bad, you slept through most of the drive. Sam and Dean were so preoccupied with a new case they were looking into that things between you and Dean hadn’t been awkward. Thank God Sam was with the two of you, otherwise it would have been a very quiet drive back to the bunker. When you finally made it back to the bunker Sam got out grabbing the bags from the trunk. He headed inside leaving you and Dean alone for the first time since the day earlier. He drummed his fingers against the steering wheel, he turned around and smiled at you.
“Let’s get yo-”
“Dean,” you interrupted looking away, “I’m sorry but. . . can we forget all about yesterday?” He blinked the eyes you loved so much widening at your words. “I don’t want things to be awkward between the two of us. I was all doped up on medication.” You let out a shaky sigh not daring to look him in the eye. “Let’s just forget about it.”
He didn’t say anything to you, he just let out a sigh himself and got out of the car. Just when you thought he was going to storm inside and let Sam deal with you, he shocked you by opening the back door. “Like I was saying before, let’s get you inside you need all the rest you can get.” He lifted you up in his arms and carried you inside. You kept a firm grip on him until he set you down in one of the chairs in the library. “You stay here, I’m going to go run a bath for you.” Dean disappeared down the hallway just as Sam walked back in.
“I thought for sure the two of you would be rushing to get in the shower together.” His words took you by surprise and you gave him a confused look as he sat in the chair across from you. “Oh come on don’t act so shocked.” He opened his laptop typing on the keyboard, not seemingly fazed by your reaction. “I had to listen to it all last night when you were sleeping. He was like a little kid on Christmas morning that finally got the present he had been waiting all year for.”
“Dean was excited?”
“Oh yeah, he’s been waiting for years to tell you how he felt.” He cupped some of his shaggy hair behind his ear. “So my question is; if that wound isn’t in your way why the Hell are you sitting here talking to me?”
Dean wasn’t turning you down, he was doing the same thing you did when he was drunk that one time. He didn’t want to take advantage of you until you knew what was really going on. And you went and turned him down, getting his hopes of being with you up.
You had never bolted down the hall so fast in your life. You twisted and turned until you finally made it to the bathroom. You flung the door opened and watched as Dean jumped turning around to look at you. He placed his hand over his heart taking a few deep breaths as you started walking towards him. Standing right in front of him you glanced up, he watched you trying to figure out what you were doing.
“You okay there Y/N/N?”
Before he could ask you anything else you grabbed his shirt pulling him down to your lips. He was stiff at first, but he soon melted into the kiss, those plump lips moving against your own. Sparks flew as he reached down picking you up by your thighs, your legs wrapped around his waist as he carried you out of the bathroom. He was walking blindly as you shoved your tongue in his mouth kissing him roughly. He moaned into the kiss, his own tongue wrapping against your own as he opened the door to his room.
As quickly as you entered he slammed it shut with his foot before stumbling towards the bed dropping you on the mattress. You winced pain throbbing in your shoulder, your hand reaching up to try to ease the pain. “Shit!” Dean cursed under his breath his lips leaving feather light kisses over your shoulder. “I am so freaking sorry about that. I guess us having rough ‘why the hell did we wait to do this’ sex is out of the question for now.” He cupped you face in both of his rough hands.
“I guess we’ll just have to settle for ‘I’ve wanted to make love with you for years’ sweet sex.” He kissed the tip of your nose before pressing his forehead against your own. “I’m sorry for freaking out. I just figured you didn’t want this with the way you acted last night. I feel like an idiot now after hearing about how you reacted last night.”
“Well,” he gently kissed your lips, “I guess that makes us both even after that night I said I liked you in the bar.” He trailed the kissed down the good side of your neck. “None of that matter now thought, all that matters is that the two of us are here now. It might have taken us awhile but we finally figured out what we wanted.”
With another nod from you, Dean slowly nipped and sucked at your neck while his hand slid up you shirt. You arched into his touch, feeling his cool fingertips over your heated skin caused heat to pool between your legs. You had fantasized about this moment for years, the chance you would finally get to be with Dean. But as many times as you had played it out in your head, it never could prepare you for the real thing.
His hands cupped up breast, squeezing it gently as he continued to suck on your neck. His lips sealing around your sweet pot sucking on it so hard you knew he was going to leave a hickey. While he gave your body the attention you wanted, you trailed your hand down his check before find the semi-hard bulge in his jeans. You squeezed it gently causing Dean to buck into your hand as he cursed softly. His cock throbbed from within the confiding jeans, and knowing that you were the one doing this to him, made you wetter than you already were.
“Fuck sweetheart,” he growled against your neck, “I’ve always imagined you stroking my cock, but actually experiencing this.” He growled as you rubbed your hand up and down over his erection. “Fuck it feels like heaven.”
“Well if you think that feels good, just wait until you're deep inside of me.” he growled gripping the back of your hair pulling it lightly. “It’s warm, wet, and tight for you.” With each word escaping your lips you squeezed his cock harder. “So I think the two of us have waited long enough to do this.” Your fingers popped open the button to his jeans, allowing you to slip your hand into his boxers. “So let’s make this fantasy a reality.”
Dean reached down for the clasp on the front of your bra, undoing it with a certain ease. You unzipped his pants as he gingerly removed your top and bra. His fingers traced the curves of your body, his eyes focused on you as you shivered under his touch. You watched as he slid his hand under the waistband of you black sweats. The tips of his calloused fingers slowly slid under the lace trim of your panties before pressing them against your lips.
“Holy shit,” you gasped out as they rubbed up and down your lips, “I’m so wet.” Your cheeks burned as you looked away from him. You were so wet it was almost embarrassing. Dean rubbed a bit harder and you could her a slight squishing sound as he rubbed your arousal. You whimpered as he worked on coating his fingers with your juices.
“You really are wet,” he grunted as you started stroking his thick shaft, “but that’s so fucking hot. Knowing that I’m the one making you feel this way.” He dipped his fingers down, slowly entering you just as you rubbed the pad of your thumb over the head of his cock.
That sudden action caused him to push his fingers deeper inside of you. Your hips bucked against his hand as he stopped moving them inside of you. He just towered above you with his finger buried in your pussy as you rubbed his shaft. Pulling your hand out of his boxers, you pushed his pants and boxers down allowing his erection to spring free. Looking down at himself Dean smirked before curling his fingers slightly inside of you, hitting your g-spot head on.
“Fuck!”
“God I wish you could see how fucking hot you look right now. You’re cheeks are all flushed, your nipples are perky, you look good enough to eat.”
“You don’t look to bad yourself Dean.” You let out a long sigh grabbing his cock, the head of it beading with pre-cum. “You’re just as flushed as I am, and you cock is standing at attention.” He growled as you stroked him faster than before, your wrist turning with each stroke. “But you’ll look even better on top of me.
“Christ Y/N are you trying to kill me?”
“No, I’m just trying to get you off.” You said in between moans as his fingers continued to work you.
He growled loudly pulling away from you, “Well as much as I would like to come all over your tits, I would much rather be inside of you.” You laid there in front of him spreading his legs wide, an open invitation for him to do just what he wanted.
He picked up on you silent approval and pulled the rest of your clothing off. The two of you completely naked in front of each other for the first time. You eyes raked over his bare and muscular body. Taking in every muscle and scar across his creamy skin, while he did the same to you. You felt yourself blushing under his gaze, the way he smiled at you made you feel like a teenager on prom night all over again.
“You’re so damn beautiful Y/N, wait screw that,” he positioned himself between your legs, “you’re so fucking perfect.” Staring into his mossy eyes your heart pounded inside of your chest.
Leaning up you caught your lips against his, “Please make love to me Dean.” He slowly pushed the tip of his cock inside of you, already stretching your walls out with his impressive length. “Yes, fuck fill me up Dean, I want all of you inside of me.”
“Oh I will sweetheart, I will.”
And he did, his kept pushing deeper inside of you until his balls her slapped right against your ass. You both took a second to adjust the the feeling of him being inside of you. The way his cock burned and stretched your walls. The way you pussy throbbed around him, eagerly waiting for when he would start thrusting in and out of you. Taking a deep breath Dean pressed a firm kiss against you slightly swollen lips as he pulled out of you. But as soon as he was nearly out all of the way he thrusted back inside of you.
You were mewling and whimpering in pleasure as he stretched your inner walls. The head of his cock hitting your deepest sweet spots as you slowly rocked back against him. He felt so fucking good it was so hot, the way he growled as he kissed you, how his fingers gripped your hips as he thrusted faster. Not only were you enjoying it, but seeing the facial reactions and hearing the sounds Dean was making, you knew for a fact he was enjoying himself too.
“Fuck Dean,” You wrapped your good arm around his neck, “you feel so good.” He thrusted faster his lips barely brushing against yours as he moaned. “Just like that,” you sighed tilting your head to the side, “Oh fuck, oh, oh God!”
“Yeah you like that?” He rolled his hips excruciatingly slow, “you like it when I fuck you fast?”
“Yes.” you whined grabbing a handful of his hair, “I love it when you fuck me fast.”
“Are you sure?” He was moving so slow you could hardly feel any of his movements. “You don’t sound like you’re really enjoying it.”
“Yes, I love it when you fuck me fast!” You screamed loudly, not caring if Sam heard what the two of you were doing. “Please Dean fuck me!” Grabbing his head you pulled him down to your mouth kissing him roughly. “I need you, I need you to fuck me as fast as you can.”
He started moving again his thrusts fast and well paced. “You got it baby.” Dean thrusted faster and deeper than he had been going before. Every move was like electricity pulsing through your body. “Y/N,” he grunted, “Y/N baby.”
You wrapped your legs around his waist digging your heels into his ass pulling him deeper. His bed creaked as it hit the firm wall behind it. His movements went from sweet and caring to fast and hard. It was going so fast that the familiar tightening in your abdomen came faster than you had anticipated. Your body was tightening in anticipation for your impending orgasm.
“Fuuuck,” you whined into Dean’s ear, “I’m so fucking close, fuck me Dean.” He nodded bucking at an insanely fast pace, eager to get you off. “Dean, fuck oh God, oh God, oh my god!” Your toes curled into the mattress as he pounded into you. The tightening in you abdomen was unbelievably tight as you reached down rubbing your own clit. “I’m going to come Dean, I’m going to come.” Dean didn’t say anything in response, he only moaned as he moved faster, wanting to finish with you.
You orgasm hit you like a train. It was a full body arching off the bed, don’t touch my clit I’m coming so hard orgasm. Your body convulsed as your nails dug into the back of Dean’s neck and the mattress. He cursed your name tilting his head back as ropes of his hot cum filled you. You both laid there trembling while gasping out each others names.
Once you both were able to think Dean pulled away from you slightly. “Are you okay?” He slowly began examining your shoulder. “I wasn’t too rough with you was I?” He ran his hand through the top of his sweat drenched hair. “We’re going to need to clean that up.”
“Dean,” you sighed pulling him back down on top of you, “can we just enjoy this blissful moment?” He smiled down at you stroking your cheek with the back of his hand. “This is a dream come true right here.”
“Well,” he smiled at you, “dream away princess, because there’s a lot more dreaming to do with me and you.”
Summary: Y/N is a nerd about to graduate from high school. Dean is her best friend's older brother who is always with Sam. Together the two of them fight like cats and dogs, but is it hatred causing it or is it love?
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Jessica Moore, Bobby Singer, Reader
Pairings: Dean Winchester x Chubby!Reader, Sam Winchester x Jessica Moore
Warnings: NSFW, smut, self doubt about weight, language
Word Count: 4,687
Request: Do you think you could write me a fanfic where its Dean x Reader but they're both in high school and the reader is this adorable chubby lil nerd and Dean is a bad boy who used to tease her but they both really like each other and it ends up in smut of fluff please and thank you! Love the writing and keep doing' you!- Anonymous
A/N: This is my submission for @dancingalone21 Lau’s AU Funny Quote Challenge. My quote was “I say we get drunk and shoot crap.” I hope y’all enjoy I loved writing this because I’m a chubby nerd like the reader. Feedback is always welcomed!
The bell for the end of the day chimed, and all of your classmates started packing their things up. Mr Singer, your teacher yelled out to everyone that they needed to bring their homework in on Monday or they’d receive no credit. As everyone else rushed to get out of the class, you took your time packing your things up before walking to the from of the class.
“Mr. Singer, here’s my homework.” He looked up at you with a smile on his face as he took it from you. “I just figured I would give it to you now.”
“My star pupil, thank Y/N I’ll be sure to get this graded and back to you by Monday.”
“Thank Mr. Singer have a great weekend!” You grabbed you Captain America backpack off the back of your chair and headed out into the hallway. People were laughing and chatting as they made their way to the front of the building.
You stopped at your locker putting your books away, “Hey Y/N!” you turned around to see your best friend Sam heading towards you. His girlfriend Jessica clinging to his arm as he waved at you. You couldn’t help but laugh at him, he was so tall you could always spot him out in a crowd he was one of the tallest kids in the school. “Hey, do you have anything planned tonight?”
“What are you talking about Sam?” Cringing you slowly turned around looking up at Sam’s older brother Dean. He was wearing a white t-shirt with black jeans and a matching leather jacket. His sunglasses were on shielding you from his mossy green eyes. “She has no friends aside from the two of you, so why would she have any plans?” He was leaning against the lockers watching you, a smirk pulling at the corners of his pink lips. “No offense.”
“Oh yeah that totally wasn’t offensive at all asshole!” You glared daggers at him as he turned his head in the other direction. “You’ll always be an asshole, and Batman will always suck ass.” You murmured under your breath before turning to look back at Sam and Jess.
“I just heard that insult little nerd!”
“Good I’m glad you heard it!”
“Batman could totally kick Captain Assholes ass!”
“Captain America is a superhero! Batman is a billionaire with a bunch of gadgets.”
Dean pushed himself off the lockers and towered over you. “Oh yeah!? Well at least Batman has a bunch of ass kicking weapons.” He leaned down getting closer to your height, making his point by pushing his sunglasses to rest on the top of his head. “All your stupid Steve Rogers has is a little shield!”
“Captain Rogers was injected with Super-Solider Serum, and through ‘Vita-Ray’ treatment he became a superhero! He’s faster, stronger, and his endurance are better than Batman’s! Captain America would kick his prissy ass in under a minute!”
“Oh you’re on nerd, you take it back right this second!”
“Never!”
“Guys!” Both you and Dean turned around seeing a very confused Sam and Jessica watching you. “If you’re done arguing over useless stuff can we please get on to more serious matters?”
Clearing your throat both you and Dean stole a glance at each other before quickly looking away. You adjusted the strap of your backpack giving Sam an apologetic smile. Dean pushed his sunglasses back down over his eyes before crossing his arms over his chest. You had no idea how Sam and Jessica dealt with you and Dean. The two of you were constantly at each other's throats, all because Dean makes fun of you. And by some miracle Sam was always to separate the two of you.
“I know you’re busy with working on your costume for Comic Con but would you wanna come to the lake with us? There’s going to be a whole bunch of us there.” Glancing down at your shoes your kicked at a scuff against the polished white tile. ‘Come on Y/N, Jess and I are leaving for Stanford in August. We’re not going to be in Kansas much longer.”
Sam and Jessica were your only friends, seeing you couldn’t really count bad boy Dean as one. You were staying to go to a local college while taking art classes online. When they left you were going to have no one but yourself. You could hang out with Dean, but he was too busy working at his Dad’s auto shop to hang out all the time. So this summer was really going to be the last with your friends for awhile.
Jessica placed her hand on your shoulder, “Come on Y/N, it’ll be fun.” She was right, being with them would make this a memorable night.
“Alright, my costume can wait until tomorrow I guess.”
“That’s more like it!” Sam shouted pulling Jessica closer in his arms as the two of them started heading down the hall. “Let’s make this the best night of our lives.”
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“This really has been amazing.” Sam smiled staring at the sunset with Jessica sitting next to him. His arm was wrapped around her and they both had a beer in their hand. Jessica leaned her head back against his shoulder as she whispered something to him. Sam tightened his grip around her, standing up suddenly. “Hey. . . uh Dean do you mind if I get the keys to the car?”
Dean was sitting across from you a beer bottle in his hand as he poked at your fire with a stick. “Sammy why do you need my car keys?” He glanced up at his little brother, a knowing smirk across his face. “Are you going to take the log to the beaver?”
“Oh God Dean.” Sam groaned looking aways as his face turned slightly pink. “Are you going to give me the keys or not man. Jessica left her uh-” He looked up at the dusk sky for a brief second, “her sweater in the car.”
“Sure she did. That’s okay you two have fun, what to do you want to do Y/N?” You laughed softly as Sam rolled his eyes. “I say we get drunk and shot stuff. I mean seeing Sammy is going to shooting his own gun.”
“Oh my God Dean knock it off!”
With a final sigh he tossed the keys to Sam, “Just make sure to lay a blanket down, and crack the windows.” Sam and Jessica were blushing as they head back towards the car. “I do not want you staining the upholstery or Baby reeking of sex!” He laughed sticking his tongue out slightly.
Sam glared back at Dean as they headed through a wooded area behind the lake. When they were gone Dean started laughing poking more at the dull flames. You watched as embers flew up towards the pink and purple sky. You were glad you came tonight, it had been a lot of fun so far. You were all making memories that were going to last you a lifetime.
“Are you having fun?”
You looked back at Dean who was taking a drink of beer, “Huh, oh yeah.” Rolling your unopened beer can in your hand you looked back at him. “It’s just a little bittersweet you know. This is going to be one of the last nights were all like this together.”
“Sammy and Jess might be leaving,” he stared into the flames of the fire, “but that doesn’t mean that just you and me can’t do this.” When he looked at you, you almost had to catch your breath. Dean Winchester was already a sexy guy, but he looked ever hotter in the illumination of the flames. “You know we might fight like cats and dogs but. . .you’re not going to be alone. I’m going to be with you every step of the way.”
You were taken back by his words, not really sure what to say. This was the same Dean Winchester who would tease you about your hair when you were a Freshman. The same asshole who made fun of you love of comics and books. This was the same jerk who made your first year of high school a living hell. And fast forward three years and he was being nice to you.
He huffed looking at you, “Why are you looking at me like that? I’m telling the truth ya know, I’m not just messing around with you.” You turned your nose up at his sudden defensive nature.
“I’m sorry Winchester, I’m just a little shocked that you’re being nice to me.”
“What the hell are you talking about!? I’m always nice to you, I’ve been nice to you since that first day Sammy brought you home from school.”
“Uh no!” You crossed your arms over your chest pressing your breast up a little. “If I remember correctly you were the one telling Cas to get a look at the junk in my trunk.”
You weren’t skinny by any means. You were chubby or as you liked to call it curvy and you had struggled with your weight all of your life. You could care less about what other people said about you. You knew you had your issues, and you were doing your best to work on them.
“Whoa hold on a second!”
You got off the log you were sitting on and started walking in the other direction. You heard the shuffling of gravel behind you as Dean ran after you. “Y/N sweetheart, hold on for a second!” he reached for your arm and you quickly pulled it away turning around to face him. “Look yes I was an asshole when you first met me.” You cocked up an eyebrow rolling you eyes as he spoke. “Okay I’m still an asshole!” He grabbed both sides of your arms holding you still to look into his eyes. “But I’m the asshole who has fallen madly in love with you.”
“What!?” Your jaw dropped at his words, you cheeks burning as he nodded his head. “What the hell did you just say? I’m pretty sure I misheard it or something like that.”
“I said I love you.”
“Jesus Dean, did someone put something in your drink?” You placed the back of your hand against his forehead feeling for a fever. “This is so not like you. You’re not acting like yourself at all.”
He pulled his head back sighing deeply, “No one put anything in my drink, and I’m not sick by any means.” His fingers gently squeezed your arms as he took a deep breath. “Look, I’ve liked you for a long time.” He kicked at rocks underneath his boots before his glanced down at you. His eyes were trying to read you, pick up on what you were feeling. And his guess was as good as your own. There were so many emotions running through your veins, you weren’t sure what to think, say, or feel. “I’ve liked you since you were a sophomore, and I fell in love with you last year.”
“Hold on a second,” you sighed pushing him back slightly, “if you liked me for this long then why are you always a jerk to me?”
“Look this might come as a shocker to you but I’m not good at showing my emotions.” You found yourself gawking at him, giving him a chance to explain himself. “I’ve wanted to tell you for a long time now I really have. But anytime I feel like it’s been the right time we end up arguing instead. And most of that is me putting my defenses up, not wanting anyone to get close me. But I realized you might not stay here in Lawrence forever, and with Sammy leaving in a few months I realized how short life is. So I decided I was going to tell you before I screwed up royally or I missed my chance.”
“Sam and Jess knew didn’t they?” Dean nodded his head, “That’s why they left right? To give you the chance to tell me how you felt.”
“Sam had known for awhile, hell he probably knew how I felt before I even realized it.” He looked back in the direction that the two of them had ran off to. “This was their idea, figured it would be easier for me to get you alone like this.”
You heart was racing as you took all of his words to heart. Now that you were thinking about it, it was pretty evident the two of you had feelings for each other. It wasn’t always fighting when you were with him, he’s always been there for you when you needed him. He had picked you up countless times, been there for you through the rough patches of life, and always had a smile on his face when you were talking. And you liked him a lot to regardless of the teasing and the fighting.
Dean was so good looking it should be illegal. His creamy skin, those olive eyes that took your breath away, and those plump lips you fantasized about kissing. But he wasn’t just good looking. Dean Winchester was a strong and caring man, who typically put others above himself. You always admired that about him, and that admiration soon turned to love, but you always pushed those feelings away seeing how the two of you were always fighting. Now that you knew the truth, you could see why the two of you were always fighting.
You were in love with each other.
Dean cleared his throat, waiting for you to say something, anything in response to his words. You wanted to tell him how you felt about him, but a little voice in your head was telling you something different. Why would someone like Dean want to be with a nerd like you?”
“Why me?”
“What?”
“Why are you in love with me Dean? I mean in case I’m not the typical girl you’d go for. I’m chunky, nerdy, and I have no sense of fashion. You could be with any girl in this whole world, and you want to be with me?”
“Are you kidding me?” He cupped both sides of your face in his hands. “Have you looked at yourself in the mirror lately Y/N/N? You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. You’re soft Y/H/C hair, those breathtaking Y/E/C eyes, your body. I don’t see how you’re single, not only are you fucking hot, but you’re smart and passionate too.” His thumb brushed against your cheek, your heart fluttering as he touched you. “What’s not to love about you? I’d be crazy to not be in love with you.”
Your heart was throbbing at his words as tears began welling in your eyes. You licked your lips your own hand reaching up to touch his own. Dean eyes gazed over your face, and he slowly leaned in closer towards you. You followed his lead leaning in as well. He stopped looking at you one last time before closing his eyes and the gap between your lips. You inhaled sharply as you kissed him back, his lips gently moving against yours as you wrapped your arms around his neck.
He pulled back for a second his eyes opening as a smile spread across his lips. You returned the smile, and he leaned back in kissing you deeply, his tongue licking your bottom lip. You opened your mouth for him, his tongue slowly sliding inside of your mouth. You moaned into the kiss, your tongues massaging and moving against another. It was intense and passionate, like lightning lighting up a dark stormy summer night. This kiss was way overdue and there was a lot of making up the two of you were going to have to do. But being with him like this, it felt like you had all the time in the world to make up for it.
Dean pulled away the two of you panting and trying to catch you breath. You gazed into each other's eyes before laughing softly. Dean’s hand slid around to the back of your neck, his fingers playing with your hair as he pressed his forehead against yours. “That was well worth the wait, but now I’m kicking myself for not doing it sooner.” Yours hands played with the collar of his leather jacket as he spoke. “Like I imagined how that would be for years, but nothing compares to the real thing.” His lips pressed against the tip of your nose before moving further down to your lips. You kissed back gripping onto the fabric of his jacket, pulling him closer towards you.
“Whooa!” Sam shouted from the distance causing you and Dean to turn around. Him and Jessica were both clapping as they sat down around the fire. “Took you two long enough!”
“Come on,” Dean grabbed your hand leading you back to Sam and Jess. “let’s go hear about how Sam has been telling me for years to tell you how I felt.”
This was not how you were expecting your night to go, but you’re glad you decided to come with them. You showed up at the lake single and irritated with Dean, and you’re leaving knowing the two of you loved each other. There was a bright future ahead for the two of you, and you were looking forward to every second of it.
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Standing in the Sam and Jessica’s apartment you were fighting back tears. Jessica was hugging you telling you that she would text you every day. Pulling away the two of you wiped your eyes before looking at your boyfriends hugging each other. Dean pulled away clearing his throat as he smacked Sam on the back.
“No chick flick moments.”
“Alright, whatever you say jerk.”
“Bitch.” Dean wrapped his arm around your waist looking Sam in the eyes. “You be careful and be sure to call mom. And if you need anything Sammy don’t hesitate to call me okay?”
“I will Dean.”
With heavy hearts you and Dean said goodbye to Sam and Jessica before heading back to the hotel you were staying at. The drive back was quiet as Dean held your hand tight, his lips pursed together as his eyes were focused on the road. In the five months of dating him, you come to learn a lot more about him. Like right now he was going to assure you he was fine, but deep down you knew he was dreading this day for months. You were glad he didn’t have to go through this by himself. He had you with him, and hopefully that might ease the pain a little bit.
When you got back to the hotel Dean collapsed onto the bed sighing roughly into the mattress. You placed the bags of food on the mattress and crawled up on there with him rubbing his back soothingly. He turned his head looking up at you, as your fingers massaged his tense muscles. His frown slowly turned into a smile as you leaned down kissing his forehead.
‘Let’s eat real quick and then we’ll get some sleep before the long drive back okay?”
“Alright.” He pushed himself up and grabbed the bags of food handing you your own food. The two of you made small talk about the shop and your blog. It was like a typical weekend night back at his place.
As soon as you finished eating you both took you showers before crawling under the crisp hotel sheets. Dean wrapped his arms around you as you stared at the green alarm clocking it’s luminescent glow lighting up you pillow. As your eyes started closing, asleep slowly overcoming your senses Dean pressed a kiss against your neck. All thoughts of sleep vanished as your turned your head, finding his lips against yours in a second.
“Thank you, for coming with me.” he whispered against your lips, “You being there with me made that a little more bearable.”
“Well I love you, of course I’d go with you. It’s like you told me, you’re never going to be alone Dean I’m always going to be with you.” You pressed your lips against his, slow and tentative, and lazy not hurry in it at all. His fingers grazing your skin, but not completely going under just yet. Those lazy kisses that you loved so much, slowly became more heated as Dean shoved his tongue in your mouth. You turned wrapping your arms around his neck as he slid his hand up your shirt. His large hand cupped your breast squeezing and kneading it as your tongues were tangled together.
‘I love you Y/N.” He rolled on top of you, pushing your night shirt up exposing your bare breasts to him. “I love you so damn much.” Leaning down you moaned watching as his tongue darted out flicking your nipple. He looked up at you before his lips sealed around the sensitive bud, his tongue swirling around it as his teeth grazed it. Your back arched off the mattress, and his free hand cupped your other breast squeezing it.
The two of you had fooled around in the several months of dating, but you never went all the way. Part of it was because you both wanted to take your time, while the other fact was that Dean wanted you to be sure you wanted him to take your virginity. In this moment tonight there wasn’t a doubt in your mind that you wanted Dean to be your first.
“Dean.” you bucked your hips against his, feeling his erection through his sweat pants. “Do you,” you moaned loudly as he pinched your other nipple, “do you have a condom?”
His head flew up hearing your words, he reached over turning on the lamp on the night stand. “What did you just say?” His green eyes roamed over your bare chest before looking directly into yours. He needed to hear it one more time, he wanted to make sure that this was what you wanted.
“Let’s do it, I know I love you I want you to be my first.”
“You’re sure?”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”
His fingers trailed down lower, sliding into you pajama bottoms. “Well I have to make sure you’re ready for me.” His fingers traced small circles around your clit before moving down further rubbing your lips. “Then we can do it okay?” You nodded as he pushed a finger inside of you, you whined lifting your hips up to meet his touch. He pumped it lazily before adding another finger.
He took his time stretching you out, his finger stretched your walls. Somehow during all the intense pleasure he moved between your legs. His fingers buried deep inside of you as his wet tongue lapped at your clit. You were a wither mess, your chest heaving as the pleasure rushed through your veins. Your moans and the sound of Dean’s tongue licking you was echoing off the walls. You knew your neighbors were hating on you, but you didn’t give a shit. All you care about was Dean being inside of you, and the two of you finally making love.
He made you come twice before you were wheezing roughly, “Dean enough teasing, I’m ready for you.” He licked his lips clean or your arousal, his eyes were locked on yours. “Please I need you inside of me.” You whined gripping the sheets under your body. “I fucking need you.”
Dean got off the bed running for his wallet sitting on the dresser. He pulled out a gold foiled packet and ripped it open with his teeth as he pushed his sweats down. You watched as he slowly stroked his cock before rolling the condom over it, taking his time making sure it was done properly. When he came back to the bed his lips found your instantly as he positioned himself between your legs. You tasted the tang of yourself as his tongue rubbed against yours, his hips slowly grinding against yours as you kissed.
“Y/N,” he whispered as he reached down, leading his cock to your entrance. “I love you so much baby.”
“I love you too.” You kissed him gently as he slowly started pushing inside of you. To your surprise it didn’t hurt like you thought it would. Instead it was a slight pressure and discomfort as he pushed further inside of you.
‘Are you okay?” he asked softly his hips stilling to give you time to adjust to the new sensation, “Do you need me to go slower or I can keep going.”
You kissed him again a little more needy this time. “Keep going, I want to feel all of you inside of me Dean.” He kept moving moaning against your mouth until he was completely buried inside of you. “Oh my God.” you whispered against his mouth, “fuck you’re so big”
“You sure you’re okay?”
“Okay?” you moaned laughing softly as you arched your back, “Oh Dean I’m in heaven right now, move.”
He started moving slowly bucking his hips as you moaned a bit louder tilting your head back. As soon as he started moving it was like all of his worries about hurting you faded away. He moved a bit faster grunting as he buried his face in your neck. Before you knew it the two of you were setting, and moaning louder than you had ever moaned before. Dean knew what he was doing, and he was making sure everything felt amazing for you. He wanted you to enjoy this as much as he was.
You moved in time with him, feeling every inch of his cock slid in and out of you. You pussy welcomed him by squeezing around his shaft, which only made him thrust into you harder. It might sound cliche but it felt like the two of you fit perfectly with each other. His cock wasn’t too big for you, it was just fucking perfect.
‘Y/N fuck you’re so fucking tight.’ He growled sinking his teeth into your neck as he rolled the two of you onto your sides. “Your pussy is so tight for me, throbbing and squeezing my cock.” He leaned up sweat running down his forehead as he draped your leg over his body allowing his cock to go even deeper inside of you. “God I love you, I love being inside of you.”
“I-I love,” he nipped at you bottom lip tugging at it gently, “fuck I love you being inside of me Dean.” He dug his fingers into your thigh, his thrusts becoming harder and faster with every move. You furrowed your brow while digging your nails into his shoulders as you kissed him. The coil in your abdomen got tighter and tighter as the head of his cock brushed against your g-spot. “Dean I’m getting close.” You panted as he reached down rubbing you clit causing you breath to hitch in your throat. “Oh shit, fuck Dean!”
He rubbed faster in time with his erratic thrusts, “That’s right baby, come for me come all over this thick hard cock.” As you started screamed his name he kissed your deeply, sending you over the edge. “Y/N, fuck baby.”
“D-Dean! Yes holy fuck!”
“Y/N!” he growled as he trusted deep inside of you, his movements suddenly stilling as he came right behind you.
You both panted as you came down from the orgasmic bliss. You kissed each other as Dean pushed some of your hair out of your eyes. The two of you smiled as he held you tighter against him. Funny how a little over five months ago you were fighting with each other like cats and dogs. Now here you were having dating and having sex, living your lives together. As Dean buried his face in your neck snoring softly you couldn’t help but wish to spend the rest of your life with this man.
Summary: When Y/N is out of town on a hunt Sam finds himself in a terrible situation. His daughter MJ has started her period, and he’s stuck having to give her the talk himself.
Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Reader, Charlie Bradbury (mentioned), MJ (OFC)
Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader
Warnings: mentions of blood, talking about periods, awkward moments, the talk, awkward daddy Sam, self doubt, fluff
Word Count: 2,227
Request: AHHHH! Okay! I think it would be HILARIOUS to see (or read. Duh.) Dad!Sam (and maybe a smart add comment from good 'ok Uncle Dean) having to explain to his daughter what a period is! *laughing* imagine how blushy he'd get while doing that. OH MAN. Okay? OKAY! 😁 - @coralturtlenut
A/N: Thanks to @impala-dreamer for beta reading this for me! This was a fun request for me to write. I enjoy reading Daddy!Sam and I really enjoyed writing him as well. I hope y’all enjoy this, feedback is always welcomed!
“So would it be cheesy to ask you what you're wearing?” I grin, staring the ceiling in my room that Y/N and I share. She giggles into to phone and I know right away that she's blushing.
“No it wouldn't, but honestly I'm beast, Sam.” She yawns into the receiver and I hear Charlie yelling at her to turn the light off. “Plus, you know the whole sharing a room with Charlie thing is not to our advantage.”
I sigh, putting my arms above my head, “Fine, but trust me tomorrow when you get back you're all mine.” She laughs again, it's soft and timid, making my heart swell knowing I have this kind of effect on her. “Get some rest, I'm glad you two got through that hunt safe.” The two of them decided it would be a good idea to get out of the bunker for a weekend. Unlike your typical girl trips, they went on salt and burn case a few states over. I'm just glad they're both coming home at last.
“Goodnight Sam. I love you, tell MJ I said goodnight as well.”
“Will do sweetie, good night Y/N, I love you.”
We said our goodbyes before hanging up our phones. Glancing at my alarm clock, I was debating on whether to go tell MJ her mom said goodnight. MJ is our beautiful eleven year old daughter. She was extremely smart and beautiful, she was the light of our lives. Sitting up, I ran a hand through my hair before completely getting out of bed.
Heading out of my room, I headed towards the library finding Dean sitting in front of a laptop. He glanced up at me, holding a beer bottle towards me, “How’s Y/N/N and Charlie?” He took a sip of his own beer, shutting the laptop. “Were they able to handle that salt and burn case by themselves?”
“Yeah,” I took a sip of my beer, holding the bottle between my hands, smiling at him. “They’re not newbies anymore Dean. They can pretty much handle themselves at this point.”
“Well I’m going to worry about them all the time if I’m not around with them.”
“You know man, you had every opportunity to go with them.” I cupped some of my hair behind my ear, watching my older brother. “It might come as a shocker to you but I can take care of MJ myself. Y/N and I raised her ourselves, I’m pretty sure I can handle my pre-teen daughter.” As Dean and I sat in the kitchen talking amongst ourselves, a blood curdling scream echoed through the bunker. The two of us bolted up running towards MJ’s room, guns in hand. “MJ SWEETIE!?” I screamed, opening her door, aiming inside of her room expecting there to be some kind of monster. Instead I found my beautiful daughter sitting up in bed staring at her hands.
Her Y/E/C eyes were wide as she flickered between both hands before looking up at us. “You need to take me to the hospital!” She shouted, tears welling in her eyes as she lifted the sheets off her body, looking under them. “Oh God Daddy, you need to call an ambulance!” She pushed the sheets off her body, looking down at herself.
My beautiful and sweet little girl was sitting on blood stained sheets. Looking at her white and black striped pajama pants I came to the sick realization about what was going on. My baby started her period in the middle of the night, she was no longer my baby, oh God she was a woman now. Dropping my gun, I put it back in the back of my jeans walking towards MJ. She was crying hard, looking up at me for some kind of reason as to why she was bleeding everywhere. And there was no way in hell I was prepared for this. Give me a werewolf or a vampire, but telling my daughter about her period was a whole new world for me.
“Daddy,” she cried, shaking as I gently grabbed her arm helping her out of bed, “why am I bleeding, why are you so calm right now!? Call mama I need to go to the hospital daddy!”
“MJ, you don’t need to go to the hospital.” I used a calm and soothing voice as I lead her to the restroom. “You uh,” I cleared my throat, looking back towards Dean who was currently smirking. “You just started your period is all.”
“Period?” she nearly screeched, her voice breaking as I turned on the shower for her. “What the hell is a period!?”
I’m not going to lie, I have no idea where to begin with this whole situation. I always thought Y/N would be around here to tell her about all this. I was no expert on this whole scenario, oh Jesus, I was going to have to give my daughter “The Talk”.
Shaking my head I turned back to her, giving her a reassuring smile as I tested the temperature of the water for her. “Let’s start off with getting you all cleaned up, then I’ll tell you all about it okay?” She seemed hesitant, as if she didn’t believe me one hundred percent about what was going on. “I can assure you baby girl, you’re going to be just fine. You’ll feel a lot better after a shower okay?” She puckered her lips just like her mother would as she nodded her head. “I’m going to grab you some clean clothes okay?”
I ran to mine and Y/N’s room, reaching under the sink finding one of her pads. This was going to have to do until Y/N or myself could get her to the store and find some feminine products that suited her best. Until her mother got home, she was going to have to put up with my lack of knowledge on discussing this topic, especially when it came to my very own daughter. I was going to do my best however, and try not to make this experience totally scarring. I placed her clothes on the counter before heading back to her room. I quickly stripped her sheets off and ran them to the laundry room, before heading back and putting new sheets on. As I finished straightening out the sheets, MJ poked her head in the room. She held up the pad, her pale cheeks flushed as she looked away.
“Uh what am I supposed to do with this?”
“Well,” I cleared my throat, “you open it up, and peel it off.” I headed towards her, opening the pad in demonstration. “This smaller end here,” I pointed towards the area, my daughter's eyes focused on the pad, “this end goes on the front end of your panties, while the bigger end, uhm goes towards the back.” God I was terrible at this, the one time Y/N leaves me alone with our daughter, is the one time she needed her mother here more than ever. “Then you fold these tabs under to secure the pad on your. . .uhm underwear.”
She nodded as I handed it back to her, seeming to understand the concept of the pad. That part went pretty well, now all I needed to get through was telling her what the hell is happening. And this was going to be a hell of a lot harder than explaining pads to her. So I did what any father would do, I panicked. I was pacing the room, taking deep and slow breaths waiting for her to come back. This was going to be awkward as hell for the both of us.
“Daddy?” she asked, stepping back into the room, “N-now that I’m all clean, can you please tell me what is going on?”
“Yeah,” I lead her to the bed, sitting her down on the side while I sat in a chair in front of her. “I’m just going to start off saying. . .this is uhm a little different for me.” I ran a hand through my hair, pushing it back as she watched me. “This would typically be your mom’s department, but she’s not here and you’re stuck with me. We’re in this together okay?”
“Okay.”
As much as it hurt me I had to give her the talk, but I was going to be cool and collected about this. “Well you see, when a man and a woman love each other very much, they get married and decide to make a baby.” I heard a snort come from behind me, and I turned around glaring at Dean who was propped up against the wall. Seeing my face, he quickly held his hands up, before walking out of the room. “Where were we?” I sighed, looking back at her staring at me.
“We were talking about babies.”
“Right,” I swallowed hard as her innocent eyes watched me, “a man and a woman make a baby by having sex together. Now you see a man has uh. . .a uhm penis.” I nearly choked on the word as I looked away from her. “And a woman had a uh-uhm. . .” Come on Sam spit it out already!
“A vagina.” She finished for me, giving me a soft and reassuring smile, as if she knew I was struggling with it. “That’s what mama told me.”
Thank Chuck Y/N went over some of this information with her, “Exactly, a man has a penis and a woman has a vagina. So a man produces this seed which is called sperm. While a woman produces an egg every month.” She nodded her head, soft waves of brown hair flailing around her. “S-So when a couple has sex, the uh man puts his penis inside of the woman's vagina, and he keeps going until his seed comes out.” She puckered her pink lips, tilting her head slightly as I continued to speak. “The sperm, them swims up into the woman in search of her egg which is located inside of her. Now if the sperm reaches the egg it can become a baby, so it’s important to always use a condom. They help protect against sexually transmitted diseases and pregnancy.” I felt like an idiot, and I felt even worse for my poor little MJ. “Now if the egg isn’t fertilized your body gets rid of that unfertilized egg. It does that by shedding the inner walls of your uterus. It lasts for five to seven days every month.”
“Every month?” Her eyes began to well with tears and I immediately started to regret everything I had said. “T-that’s not fair!”
“Now sweetie, it’s perfectly nor-”
Before I could say anything else she was crying hard into her hands. My heart breaking as I watched tears stream down her cheeks. How did I know it was going to end up like this? I knew I was going to screw this whole thing up. I made this simple and educational situation into a living and scarring nightmare for my child.
As I gently patted her knee I heard footsteps from behind me. Glancing up I saw Dean slowly kneeling in front of MJ, his eyes soft and kind as he rubbed her arm. “Hey sweetheart,” MJ sniffled, her tears still coming down her cheeks as she watched him. “You know being a grown up isn’t so bad.” He pulled a Hershey candybar out of his back pocket, holding it out towards her. “You can eat all the chocolate you want during what I like to call Shark Week.” She hesitantly looked at the candybar before Dean held it closer towards her. “That makes it a little more bearable doesn’t it?”
I watched in awe as she took the candybar, nodding her head slightly. The tears had suddenly stopped as she opened the the chocolate, munching down on it. I looked between her and Dean, my jaw dropping as he smiled widely at her. He was the pre-teen whisperer, he needs to show me how to do that.
“How about you, me, and your dad curl up in bed and watch a chick flick?” MJ nodded, wiping her eyes as both Dean and I stood up. “Alright you pick the movie, we’ll get the heating blanket and snacks.” He patted my back as he lead us out of the room.
“How the hell did you do that?” I asked as we walked into the kitchen. He grabbed chips, candy, a few beers, and a soda for MJ. “You were awesome in there man.”
He turned around, smirking as I shook my head back and forth. “She’s a mini you, a much more girly version of you.” He headed back out of the kitchen, smiling at me as he turned down the hall. “Besides Sammy, she just needed a little something to make her feel a bit better. I just gave her a candy bar, you're the one who deserves Daddy of The Year.”
Summary: When Y/N finds herself wide awake one night, she decides to do some cleaning around the bunker. While listening to Bubblegum Bitch by Marina and The Diamonds, she doesn’t realize he boyfriend is watching her move to the music.
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester (mentioned), Reader
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Warnings: NSFW, fluff, smutty goodness
Word Count: 2,448
Request: Can you do a Dean fic smut or fluff (either is fine) of the song Bubblegum bitch by Marina and the Diamonds? Thanks so much! -Anonymous
Can you do a Dean fic inspired by the song Bubblegum bitch by Marina and the Diamonds. Thanks! - @mdoodles101
A/N: Beka ( @impala-dreamer) has been a trooper and an angel. She edited three stories one after another for me! Thanks again sweetie you’re awesome! I hope y’all enjoy, feedback is always welcomed!
After a long hunt there were a few things you liked to do depending on how bad it was. You could either go straight to bed, have sex with Dean, of go for a run with Sam. Sometimes however, when all these things didn’t help, you were left with a sickening feeling deep within your gut. And that same sick feeling was making it impossible for you to sleep. So instead you laid in the bed staring at the ceiling, Dean’s arm draped over your body as he snored softly. At least one of you was getting a good night’s rest.
After laying there wide awake for three hours you finally decided to use your time wisely. You carefully lifted Dean’s arm and slid out of bed. He groaned, turning over in the other direction and continuing to snore. You grabbed your phone off the nightstand and tiptoed out of the room, shutting the door behind you. Once outside you leaned against the wooden surface, sighing deeply; the sooner you got over the hunt, the sooner things would get back to normal.
So instead of sleeping, or in your case trying to sleep, you wandered around the bunker. You started in the kitchen, checking to see if there was anything the three of you needed on the next supply run. Seeing that you and Dean just went on one early this week, there was really nothing you needed. So you decided to go to the library to see if the books needed reorganized, but that was deemed useless seeing Sam kept it neat in there. For some damn reason there was hardly anything to keep you busy around the bunker tonight.
“This sucks,” you sighed, running your fingers over one of the book cases, “nothing to do but walk around mindlessly until I get tired I guess.” As you were turning to continue your midnight stroll you noticed your fingertips were filthy. Scrunching your nose up at the dark grey substance on your finger you looked back at the book case. Getting a closer look you noticed that the shelves were covered in dust. “Eww,” your eyes roamed around the library, “have we ever dusted in here?” you asked yourself, wiping the dust off on your black shorts.
Looking around the room, you decided this was a task that would drain you out. Deep cleaning was always tiresome, so you knew deep down inside that this was the sure fire way to knock you out. Heading to the storage closet, you made it your mission to make this room spotless, at least until you were so tired you could actually get some freaking sleep.
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Standing in the library, you sprayed the bottle of Pledge across the surface of the wood. The lemon scented cleaning product filled the library as you wiped the shelf off. You were right about this being an exhausting job. You had only cleaned half of the library and you still had the other half to go. You could always go to bed now, but you were never one to leave a job half finished. Once you started, you were going to see that the job was completed no matter how long it took.
And it wasn’t all that bad, you had your headphones on, music blasting through your ears as you moved your body to the rhythm of the songs. You swayed your hips to the beat, everything relatively calm and collected as you cleaned. But that was before Bubblegum Bitch by Marina & The Diamonds came on. Your heart started racing as the beat roared through your earbuds, and before you knew it you were dancing and jumping around to the beat of the music.
“Got a figure like a pin-up
Got a figure like a doll
Don't care if you think I'm dumb
I don't care at all
Candy bear, sweetie pie
I wanna be adored
I'm the girl you'd die for”
Each word escaped your lips as you danced around the tables in the library. Your heart was racing as you gripped one of the chairs, swaying your lips as you continued to sing.
“I chew you up and I'll spit you out
'Cause that's what young love is all about
So pull me closer and kiss me hard
I'm gonna pop your bubblegum heart”
You twirled your rag around your finger as you sang each word, not really caring if it was out of tune. You were in too good of a mood to care whether it sounded perfect of not. It wasn’t like Dean was up and watching you. He was back in bed, snoring like a bear as he dreamed away. At least that’s what you had assumed anyways as you hopped with the beat.
What you weren’t aware of was that your boyfriend was watching you shaking your ass as you cleaned. He was leaning against the wall to the entrance of the library, a smirk plastered across his face as he watched your body move. He couldn’t help but think about how lucky he was; he found himself an amazing and strikingly beautiful woman like yourself. And for some strange reason you had agreed to date him. You were way out of his league, and you were all his.
“I'm Miss SugarPink, liquor, liqour lips
Hit me with your sweet love”
You sung loudly, bending forward slightly, shaking you ass.
“Steal me with a kiss
I'm Miss SugarPink, liquor, liqour lips
I'm gonna be a bubblegum bitch
I'm gonna be a bubblegum bitch”
You turned around, winking as you pointed to what you were expecting to be an empty corridor. Instead you found Dean smirking at you, his eyes roaming your body as you stood there in shock and total embarrassment. Your jaw dropped along with your rag as you quickly pulled your headphones out of your ears. Your heart was racing as you tried to catch your breath from the intense solo dance session that you just had. While at the same time you were doing your best to figure out what to say to him.
“Dean,” you started, coughing slightly, “hey what are you doing up?”
“Well, I woke up with this killer need for a glass of water.” He pushed himself off the wall, walking down the stairs into the room. “So I had every intention of getting a glass of water, but on my way to the kitchen I heard you singing.” He stalked closer towards you, like a predator stalking his prey. “I followed it, only to find quite a show going on in here.”
“Sorry you had to witness the terrible dance moves.”
He kept walking towards you, licking his lips while he leaned against the edge of one of the several tables in the room. You simply cleared your throat, leaning against one of the pillars in the room, not saying anything else. He just eyed you up and down with the stupidest grin on his face. The silence felt like it was never going to end, so you just continued to stand there in silence, staring at each other.
“Who said I thought they were terrible?” His response took you by surprise as you cocked up an eyebrow. “I happen to think you're a wonderful dancer. Plus the way you ass looks when you sway your hips.” He took his bottom lip between his teeth, nodding his head slightly. “I'm the luckiest man on the planet.”
You laughed slightly, shaking your head back and forth. “Are you sleepwalking? You must be to have that kind of reaction to my dancing.” Turning on your heels you headed towards the kitchen. “I mean seriously Dean, dancing and me don't mix very well.” You heard footsteps behind you as Dean followed you down the hall. “But cleaning and moving around has pretty much made me exhausted,” you announced while washing the cleaning products off of your hands. “I'm ready to finally get some sle-”
Your words cut off as you felt something hard press against your clothed center. A breath caught in your throat as you gripped the edge of the sink, resisting the urge to grind against him. Dean’s hands gripped both sides of your hips. His rock hard cock pressed harder against your clit, making it throb slightly.
“Still think I’m lying about liking your dance moves sweetheart?” Slowly he began bucking his hips, the head of his cock moving perfectly over your swollen bundle of nerves. “You gotta learn to start believing me, you just have an affect on me that I can't explain.” His hands trailed up the curves of your body, cupping both your breasts in his large hands. Moaning at the feel of his thumbs brushing against your nipples, you pushed back against him. “And it’s nice to see that I have a certain effect on you too Y/N.”
“You always have a special effect on me Dean.” Moaning, you slowly began rocking against him, winning a squeeze of both his hands in return. “Always.” Gasping, you gripped the counter tighter allowing your head to fall slightly as Dean continued to massage your chest. His thumb and forefinger gently pinching your nipples, making your body arch into his touch.
“Are you too tired right now?” His plump lips brush against the tip of your ear, his hot breath tickling your sensitive skin. Shaking your head in response to his question you reached back, doing your best to pull down his boxers. “Good.” He growled, nipping at your earlobe as he helped pull his boxers down, allowing them to pool around his ankles.
The second he pulled his hands away from your chest, both of you reached down pulling your own pajama bottoms down. The second they dropped to the ground, his erect cock was pressing against your throbbing center, slowly pushing the tip inside of you. Your nails dug into the counter as you took deep and shallow breaths. With each inhale and exhale he pushed himself deeper inside of you. He kept that up until he was fully seated inside of you, his hips stilling as the two of you adjusted to the feeling of him stretching your walls. The pleasure rushing through the two of you, but neither of you ready for that pleasure to end just yet. You wanted it to last, hell you didn’t want this feeling to ever end.
“God,” Dean growled in your ear, slowly beginning to thrust in and out of you, “Y/N.”
You gasped as he pushed himself deeper inside of you, “Holy shit.” He thrusted a bit harder, your pussy burning with each thrust as his cock stretched you. Every move left you wanting more from him, every touch and caress of skin left you wanting more. So you pushed back against him, allowing his cock to slip deeper inside of you. The head of it slammed against your cervix, causing your back to arch as sweat began beading along your forehead. “Dean, fuck you’re so fucking big.” Whining you pushed yourself back more, wanting to feel every inch of him buried deep inside of you.
“Yeah you like that don’t you Y/N?” He gripped your hips harder, thrusting faster and harder inside of you. “You like it when I fuck you in the open like this? You know there’s a chance Sammy could walk in and see you like this.” He planted kisses down your neck, the only sound was your own moans and skin smacking against skin. “You are so fucking naughty Y/N.”
“I-I,” you tried to speak but a moan escaped your lips instead, “I am naughty Dean, I’m so naughty for you.”
He growled, moving faster inside of you, his balls slapping against your skin with each thrust. “Damn right, you’re my girl Y/N.” Gripping the counter you groaned loudly as he moved faster both of your orgasms coming closer to slamming into the two of you.
“I’m all yours Dean.” You moved back against him in time with his thrusts. Your hands clutching on the counter holding on for dear life as Dean fucked you hard.
It didn’t take long until the two of you were moving in perfect timing with each other. Every touch pushed both of you closer to the edge, and you both weren’t going to stop until you met that sweet blissful ending. It was the perfect way to end a productive night, and this was a sure fire way to knock you out. Great sex with Dean was always the cure to your sleepless nights.
The familiar tightening of muscles in your abdomen had you throwing you head back against Dean’s shoulder. They clamped and curled tighter and tighter with every stroke of his cock along your inner walls. “Dean, fuck I’m close! Whatever you do don’t fucking stop, I’m gonna come for you Dean!”
“You’re going to come for me Y/N?” Nodding, your hands reached down, placing them on top of his own. “You want to come all over my big, thick cock baby?”
“Yes,” you whined as your breasts bounced as he thrusted harder, “I want to come for you, I want you to know how good you make me feel Dean.”
He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his movements becoming erratic as he came closer to his climax. “Do it, come Y/N, come for me baby.” His words sent you over the edge, you came hard, his hand reaching up to cover your mouth as you came. His teeth bit down into your shoulder as his seed coated your walls, the two of you coming together.
Once the white dots started to fade, you remembered to breathe. Looking back at Dean, a smile curled on your lips seeing the blissful smile on his face. He grinned while looking at you through half closed eyes. You both were in no hurry to move, you were just enjoying the post orgasmic glow. Five minutes passed before Dean brought himself to pull away from you, slowing sliding out of you.
“Who would have known getting up for a glass of water would end up with me getting lucky?” He laughed, helping you pull up your pajama bottoms. “Talk about one hell of a midnight snack.” The two of you stared at each other as he pulled his boxers up before erupting into laughter. He was right, one solo dance session had lead to an amazing late night sex session. “Come on,” he wrapped his arm around you, leading you out of the kitchen. “Let’s get some sleep.”
A/:This is a drabble where Dean remembers the reader and the readers death.
Warnings:None? Angst? Crying?
Word count:82
He remembers the way her hair fell down to her chest in the perfect curls. He remembers how her eyes sparkle when she talks about her passion. 'Dean.' He remembers her voice that sounds like an angel.
But.....
He also remembers the blood spilling out from her chest. He remembers the cries of whimpers. He remembers the last I love you escaping from her lips....He remembers the last blink she took until her eyes remained shut forever..
He remembers...
Y/N.....
A/N:I hope you enjoyed this Imagine! I am not taking request because I take forever to write them.
