Summary: You finally have some time off from cases and are joined by Dean at a little rental house. He wants you to teach him about weed. You can’t help but have a little fun with it
Characters: Dean X f!Reader, established relationship as hunters and friends
A/N: This has been bouncing around my mind for a while. I had to write it down!
A/N 2: Should I write the next part?
Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! Drug usage(weed), talks of sex, a bit of teasing foreplay and talks of more, Dean shows his soft submissive side, a little spicy! Dean only gives up control for you. He calls you ‘crazy girl’. No usage of Y/N. Not proofread
Word Count: 2.2K
For the first time in 3 years you are taking a break, not just a day off in between cases, two weeks off - no cases, no nothing. You’re found a cute little house in a quiet little beach town to stay at, it belongs to some hunter you met on a case last year. He said you didn’t have to pay him anything, if you could clean up the place for him. You can’t really understand why he has it, but you weren’t gonna kick a gift horse in the mouth.
The Winchester boys joined you of course, but after a few days Sam found that some of his old college friends were nearby so he took off for the rest of our break in my Jeep. Leaving Dean and ‘Baby” with me.
You and Dean were.. well who knows what you are. Friends, definitely. but something more. always a bit of sexual tension. flirting. fingers grazing longer than they should. He's stolen a few kisses while you were undercover. But nothing has ever happened past that. You’ve made your interest pretty fucking clear but he’s never taken the initiative. Maybe with this time off something will finally happen. Maybe without Sam hovering you’d make something happen..
You passed by a dispensary when you walked through the little beach town when you first got here. Now that Sam is gone, you decided to check it out and get some stuff to finally smoke again. Not that Sam would have stopped you, but he gives you this look that screams ‘you’re making poor decisions’ and you have gotten that look enough. Dean joined you - he usually joined your chaos, with a few grumbles about safety and being ‘out of control’ of course.
———
"You ready to teach me how to be a stoner" Dean teased
"You really want to smoke?" you asked
It was something you had talked about plenty of times before, but you didn’t think he could really go through with it and give up control. Dean had always said he was interested but never had the chance to try it, between growing up on the road with his Dad and now with the goody-two-shoes Sam who would never approve. You believed that - but also Dean was a bit of a control freak, you don’t think you’ve even ever seen him actually drunk.
“Yeah crazy girl, show me what I’ve been missing out on”
You couldn’t help but laugh. Dean is one of the craziest hunters out there, yet he calls you ‘crazy girl’ a lot.
“I think you’re the crazier of the 2 of us” you said still laughing
“I might have had crazier cases, but you lived a crazier life”
You didn’t grow up a hunter like they did. After you finished school you had a couple of wild child years, then you got pulled into the life when the Winchester’s saved you 3 years ago. But you’re not sure that really warrants the title of a crazier life. I think they’ve saved the world like 12 times over. Your wild child years mostly just consisted of dancing all night, doing stupid things with friends, doing stupider things with men, having kinky sex, and smoking weed.
“Ahh so thaattts why you want to get high with me”
“You know what crazy, I take it back let’s go inside” Dean said with a grunt
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!” you said, a little laugh still in your voice “I’d love to smoke with you De.”
You dig around in your bag, pulling out the old altoids tin with the joints you rolled earlier and yellow lighter as you say “So I know you’ve smoked cigs with me but joints are a little different. you gotta pull a little harder and inhale a little deeper. but start easy, don’t need you be coughing all night. and if you can't get a good hit we can try something else."
Dean’s just blinking those full lashes at you. Your most loved and hated trait of his. The strong silent thing is infuriating, and undeniably hot.
"What does it feel like?" he finally asks. There was just a hint of vulnerability in his tone, as his eyes shift to stare out over the backyard of the rental house.
"Being high?"
He nodded
You took his hand, trying to soothe his nerves. "Well, you might not even feel anything the first time. And weed interacts with everyone a little differently and different strains can have different effects. You might get the munchies, or have deep thoughts on life, or be giggly, or horny, or melt right into the bench here. It helps chill your body and mind a little. I usually smoke to relax, to sleep, for pain management, or for a little fun.” you said with a wink “This one is a hybrid but indica forward. Which means it's a little more chill, but it’s not going to put you right to sleep.
If you start to feel anything you don't like you let me know okay? Sometimes people get anxious or paranoid, but you have nothing to worry about - I'll take care of you. Besides it's just us here all night, no case, no Sam, so you can just.. relax."
Dean huffed out a breath as he stared at our joined hands. your thumb was rubbing small circles on the back of his hand.
Suddenly he picks up your joined hands and places a kiss to the back of yours. And not just a dusting of his lips on your hand either. An open mouth kiss with the touch of his tongue that had your thinking about all the better places that mouth could be.
"So what do you think? still want to smoke with me?" you asked, trying to focus on the tin in your hand
" ’m all in" he grunts, eyes burning into the side of you
You opened the tin and lit up, taking a big hit, exaggerating the movement for Dean's benefit.
“Take it slow, and really inhale. It took me a little to get the hang of it when I first started, so no worries if it does for you too"
After another hit you passed the joint, and settled your hand on his thigh. If he was going to leave teasing kisses on your hands, you could play with him too.
Dean's jaw ticked and his tongue dipped out between his lips. his eyes dropping to your hand and slowly trailed their way over your body back up to your eyes.
he took a little hit and quick exhale, but it was too fast for him to really inhale
"Try again" you encouraged, running your thumb on the inside seam of his jeans. His eyes widen under those ridiculously full lashes for just a second before he brought the joint back to his lips.
Dean took a little bit bigger of a hit this time, but still no inhale. I took the joint back and took another hit of my own.
"How did it feel?"
"I uh.. I don't think I really did it right" scratching the back of his neck
He's pretty damn cute when he’s nervous. This isn’t a side you’ve seen before but it might just be your new favorite
"That's okay, it can take a second to get it. You want to try something?" you ask, a bold idea popped in your head and you were jumping in before giving it much though. You were nicknamed ‘crazy girl’ after all
He nods
Here goes nothing
You move and straddle his lap, he sucks in a quick breath and his eyes go wide.
"Do you trust me?"
"Yes" he chokes out a little raspy. You can’t help but think about all the noises he’d make in bed at the sound of his needy raspy ‘yes’.
"Can I kiss you?" you blurt out.
"Please" he chokes out again, and damn him begging has your toes curling on their own. He was unbelievably hot like this.
You chuckled and kissed his jaw, "You're so pretty when you beg"
“Crazy girl..” he groans and drops his head back against the house, hands twitching at his side, and you can feel him getting hard underneath you. You force yourself to stay still, it takes all of your willpower not to grind down on him. The controlling badass hunter was already a walking wet dream, his secret submissive soft side makes you want to tie him down and lick every inch of him while he begs for more.
You licked a stripe up his neck before capturing those teasing lips in a desperate kiss. This Isn’t the first time you’ve kissed him, but it’s the first time it’s not for something. This isn’t to go undercover. This is for you.
And you weren’t exactly being subtle with what you wanted, but you think Dean’s been wanting you just as much.
You pulled back from Dean after just a moment, holding his jaw with your free hand so his mouth stays open.
Dean’s eyes wide and lust blown, waiting for whatever you were gonna do next.
"You're gonna inhale the smoke I give you, and I'm gonna close your nose so you have to inhale. If you feel like you can't inhale, swallow. Do you think you can do that pretty boy?" you asked, releasing his jaw and stroking your fingers down his throat
He nods, mouth still open.
He's doing such a good job
Maybe Dean should be rewarded for being such a good boy..
You take a big pull from the joint, letting the smoke fill your mouth before you press your lips to his. Holding his nose, you blow smoke into his mouth, forcing the inhale. After you felt the big inhale in his chest as he swallowed, you released him.
Dean let out a shaky exhale coughing a little.
you handed him a water from your bag and sat back on his thighs and took another hit.
The weed was already starting to work its way through your system - the tension in your body and anxieties in your mind starting to melt away, your nerves fading, your arousal increasing even more. God it had been too long since the last time you smoked, you felt incredible.
Dean sat his water down on the bench next to you, breaking you from your thoughts.
"Did you feel the difference in the inhale?"
He nodded, but stayed quiet. His eyes were burning into you, an intensity you haven’t seen before. Was that a good or a bad sign?
"Did you want another hit like that, or do you want to try it by yourself again?" You were pushing him, playing with fire but you wanted to finally feel the heat
"More like that" his eyes focused on your lips
"More of what? Hits or me licking on you?" You can't help but tease him as you trail a finger down his throat.
"Both" he rasps out.
You lick at the pulse point at the base of his neck. Making Dean groan and you can feel his cock twitch underneath you. You file the information about his sensitive spot away to use for later as you continue licking and kissing up his neck.
"Youre being such a good boy for me, aren't you?" you whisper into his ear
He groans. “I’ll be s’ damn good for you crazy girl”
You press a quick kiss to his lips, opening them with your tongue again. Before you take a big drag off the joint, filling your mouth with smoke.
Dean’s eyes never leave yours as you press your lips to his. You don't bother holding his nose this time, he inhales it all before you pull back and he exhales over your shoulder.
you decide you’ll finally stop torturing the man and slip off his lap.
———
Setting back into the role of flirty friends that you usually take, the two of you smoked the rest of the joint. Dean seemed to have gotten the hang of it after your hands on lesson, but you didn’t let him smoke that much. Not wanting him to be too high the first time.
You smoked side by side, watching the fireflies dance around the grass. The sound of the ocean not far off.
You were reminiscing on childhood memories of chasing fireflies when you noticed Dean was just staring at you.
You cocked your head at him, “you good De? how do you feel?”
He damn near fell off the bench. You held in a laugh but couldn’t help the smile sneaking up your face.
”Uhh.. yeah” he scratched the back of his head “think ‘m high”
You didn’t stop the laugh as it bubbled out of you. “Is that so? How do you feel?”
“I feel really fucking good baby”
Baby.
You’d never heard him call anyone that before. Other than the Impala that is.
“Let’s go inside De, I wanna watch Scooby Doo”
Well you want to get on your knees and reward him for being such a good boy for you, but you wanna see high Dean giggling over cartoons first.
The first time Sam smokes weed, it's through Dean's teeth.
It's a freezing cold night somewhere in the middle of Wisconsin. Dad's gone again. Dean was reluctant to share with Sam at first, but those pleading eyes get him every damn time.
Dean takes the first drag. He inhales slowly and deeply, trying not to cough. His eyes grow heavy as it flows through him.
“Dean? Can I try? Please?”
Dean sighs out smoke. He locks eyes onto his little brother. He pulls him towards him. Sam climbs onto his lap, straddling him. Those fucking eyes. Staring into his fucking soul. Dean takes another drag, holding it between his lips. Then he pulls Sam even closer, until their lips brush. He blows the smoke into Sam. Sam inhales deeply, eyes wide, heart pounding. His head grows hazy and heavy.
He's not entirely sure if it's from the weed or Dean.
Ok but I'm thinking of stoner!Dean and he's about to try some edibles and Sam is warning him about like how much he should eat but to me Dean is a very "These edibles ain't shit" type of person and the next thing Sam knows Dean's eaten the whole thing and he's like out cold lol
Description: When Dean was a young 21 year old, he discovered the most wonderful medication. It made him feel relaxed, like the weight of the literal world wasn't on his shoulders. At least for a little while.
"What's that?" Dean asked Lee, who had just taken a large puff off a joint he rolled.
"Weed." Lee simply replied, blowing the smoke in the opposite direction of Dean. "It's like a cig but way better."
"Dude!" Dean panicked for a moment, "Put that out! My dad could catch us."
"Relax." Lee soothed, patting Dean's cheek gently, "Why the hell else would I ask you to take a walk in the middle of the night?"
That's true. Lee did wake Dean up super early in the morning, asking if they could go on a walk. Even though Dean had protested for a minute, Lee was able to convince him to go with after promising to do the coffee run in the morning.
After they had moped through a small, wooded area for a while, they decided the clearing that faced the empty meadow was a good enough spot to stop and sit for awhile. They usually did this extra early in the morning, like 3 to 4 in the AM. It was the only time they could be alone. Talking about whatever they want without John having something to say. It was the only time they really felt like they could actually be themselves.
Dean watches as Lee brings the joint to his lips, wrapping them around the filter, taking a long, deep draw from it. The ember from the end illuminated the blue of Lee's eyes, though it was so dark.
Lee rolled his eyes towards Dean, catching him admiring. Dean quickly looked the opposite direction, the blush creeping up on his cheeks slowly.
"You wanna try?" Lee asked, tapping Dean's knee with the same hand holding the joint.
Dean looked down at the joint, suddenly becoming a deer in headlights. He had never really tried anything other than cigarettes and beer with his dad.
"Here." Lee said, taking the joint back and turning his whole body towards Dean. "How about I just blow the smoke at you for starters, just so you can smell it." Dean's eyes were shiny as he nodded slowly. "Okay, here we go."
Lee took a long drag, his lungs filling to the brim with harsh smoke. He held it for a moment, observing Dean to be sure that he actually wanted this. He gave Dean a look to confirm this. Dean just nodded again, feeling words get stuck in his throat.
Lee leaned forward, making the already small distance between them even smaller. Dean swallowed, the words that were caught going down his throat along with the excess spit. Lee nodded as he blew the smoke over Dean's face, slowly.
Dean let the smoke seep into him, just taking in the scent. He didn't really like it. "It smells like someone ran over a skunk." he said, waving the smoke away from his face. "But... it's not the worst thing I've smelled. So, I guess, that's cool."
Lee chuckled and shook his head, "Yeah. I don't love the smell a whole lot either. But, I think you should keep going. Maybe it would help you chill out after a hunt."
"What do you mean?" Dean asked.
"I mean, after a hunt, when your adrenaline is pumping and you're on edge for the rest of the night. Always watching for the next monster before you end up passing out from the crash." Lee animates, "Especially you, man. You're always so jazzed after a hunt." Lee nudges Deans shoulder.
"Well excuse me for being a little shaken up from almost dying on a daily basis." Dean said, huffing out a breath.
"That's exactly what I'm talking about, right there." Lee says, "Just keep going. If you start smoking it, and absolutely hate the way it makes you feel, I'll even quit myself."
For some reason, that sentence made Dean's heart flutter. His best friend was willing to give up something that really seemed to be helping him, just because Dean might not like it. It was so thoughtful it made Dean's stomach turn.
"What do I do?" Dean asked, reaching his fingers out for the joint. "I mean, obviously it's like a cigarette. But, like, do I do anything special with it?"
"Nope. Just inhale and exhale. You can keep the smoke in your mouth first since its your first time. " Lee winked, handing the joint to Dean.
When their fingers brushed, Dean swore he felt a wave of electricity flow throughout his entire body. He brought the joint to his lips, taking in the smell again, not minding it as much as before. He took a long drag, taking an extra sip of air to guide the smoke to his lungs. He could feel the smoke twirling around his lungs, some of it sitting at the very bottom burning in his chest.
He slowly blew out the smoke, watching it float off into the night sky. The affects of the marijuana hit Dean immediately, his body becoming more relaxed and his mind clearing of the bloody images of torn apart humans.
"Woah." Dean said, looking at the little joint in his hand.
"Right? Fells amazing , doesn't it?" Lee said, reaching his hand for the joint again.
"Yeah. It does." Dean said, handing the weed back.
They sat in silence for a while, just passing the joint back and forth until it was nothing more than just the roach. By now, Dean was stoned. His tolerance wasn't as high (haha) as Lee's.
"Dude, your eyes are red as fuck." Lee laughed at Dean, leaning into Dean's side.
"Shut up. No they aren't." Dean laughed, leaning his body weight on Lee's.
"Sure, whatever you say." Lee said, sitting up again.
Dean and Lee were sitting close to each other. So close that their shoulders were touching when Lee was sitting up. It wasn't how they had started this trip though. When they had first sat down, they were sat at a reasonable distance. Far enough that they had their own spaces but close enough to hear each other talk. As the night went on, they had started drifting closer to each other. Their shoulders were touching and their conversation could be a whisper if they wanted.
"Shit... I didn't bring my bag." Lee said, tossing the dead joint into the distance.
"I could go grab it." Dean said, already starting to stand before Lee grabbed his hand and pulled him back down.
"Don't bother. Your dad will definitely catch us if you try to open the car." Lee said, leaning against Dean again.
"You good? You're kind of shaking." Dean asked.
"Oh yeah. Just a little chilly is all." Lee said, shrugging his shoulders.
Dean scoffed, shaking his head. He had told Lee to grab a jacket before they headed out but Lee said he wouldn't need it. So, Dean took off his leather jacket and draped it over the both of them.
"There. That should be better." Dean said. He was glad it was dark so that Lee couldn't see the red blush on his cheeks. The electricity that Dean felt earlier was even more noticeable to him now, he wasn't sure if it was because of the way they were sitting or if it was the weed, but Dean didn't mind it.
"Hey, Dean. Can I ask you something?" Lee abruptly blurts, not moving his head or body to look at Dean. "Have you..." Lee stopped, unsure if he should finish. "Actually, never mind."
"Well, now you have to ask. Or else I'm going to bug you about it for the next few hunts." Dean said, moving his shoulder a bit to make Lee's head bounce.
Lee laughed, "Okay fine. But you have to promise me you won't be all weird after I ask."
"Done deal. Not much that can drive me away." Dean said without hesitation. Lee is his best friend. Of course he wasn't going to judge him for anything he could do or say.
"Have you..." Lee started again, pausing to take a deep breath, "Have you ever felt the same way about a guy the way you do a girl?" Dean didn't answer for a moment, a little taken aback from this specific question. "Never mind. Don't answer that." Lee interrupted, pushing Dean's leather jack off of himself.
"What? Where are you going?" Dean asked, grabbing Lee's wrist before he could even move. "I was just thinking is all." he pulled Lee back to his spot and covered him again.
"I'll admit. There were a few times that I thought about it. Ya know? What would it be like to be with a guy? Could that even be possible? Not only in the normal world but in this life as well. I mean, how many gay-"
"Or bisexual." Lee interrupted.
"Right. Or bisexual hunters do you know of? Or met? Not a lot. I'm sure there are some out there..." Dean said, staring up at the canopy of branches above them. "Plus, my dad would never..."
"I know." Lee said, relaxing his body against Dean again.
"Can I ask why you wanted to know?" Dean questioned, looking down at Lee. His floppy brown hair was slightly covering his eyes, hiding the sky blue that Dean liked about them.
"I've just been thinking about it is all." Lee said. But something in his tone that made Dean doubt him and Lee knew that.
"That's bullshit." Dean called out immediately.
"I know." Lee admitted. "But I just don't think I'm ready to talk about this anymore right now."
" Alright. I won't push any more." Dean said "But I just want you to know that I wouldn't judge you for anything. As long as you're not dead, I couldn't less about who you think is hot or who you want to screw."
"Thanks, Dean." Lee said.
They never talked about it again after that. Mostly because John, Dean, and Lee parted ways. There was a hunt in Arizona that really messed Lee up, so he decided to leave. Dean never heard from him after that.
He did continue to smoke however. When John found out, he was furious and demanded that he quit. But Dean, for once in his life, disobeyed a direct order from his father.
He realized after that night that it made him feel a little less shitty. It made him feel less shitty physically. It took away the ache that settled in his knees at a young age from the miles ran on hard pavement. It took away the headaches that he'd get frequently from countless concussions. It soothed the constant pain in his back from carry too much for too long.
It also made him feel less shitty mentally. When he smoked, he felt like could actually focus on reading the lore for long periods. He could actually think about what he was going to say before he says it. It makes the raging fire of anger in his chest into a controlled campfire.
On nights it was hard to sleep, he opted for a walk in the near wooded area around the bunker with a joint to himself. He didn't like smoking inside the Bunker, being considerate of Cas and Sam. But also because he didn't like the way the smell would linger for days at a time. The same reason he didn't smoke in his precious car.
He'd walk, lighting the joint at the start of his journey. He always followed the same path. So much so that there was a small trail starting to wear it's way into the dirt, just wide enough for one person.
From there he would walk into the woods, sticking close to the small brook. He would take long drags, watching the smoke dance in the air when he exhaled. Sometimes he would stop and stare at the stars and laugh.
"Imagine that. The Sword of Michael; stoned." he'd say, finding the irony a little too funny.
There was a tree that Dean carved his initials into not too long after they had found the Bunker. He decided to make that his designated smoking spot, liking the way it faced an empty meadow.
just to be clear, when i'm stoner!dean truthing i mean he smoked weed occasionally as a twink but as a 42yo he hasn't touched it in years and is a fuckin wimp about it
