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HELLO DILFLOVINGMISANDRIST (love ur username sm)

I see you have recently been into supernatural and I have a Dean request!! Perhaps something about him and reader having an unspoken thing happening and him getting jealous when someone else shows interest and then claiming reader as his own/marking his territory :p

Territorial

↟ dean winchester fluff + smut + blurbs ↟ summary: dean has always been territorial of you, in his mind you were his. but he'd never let himself admit that. so what happens when he slips up and shows how he really feels? ↟ sub!dean, unestablished relationship, comedic relief castiel, reader uses she/her pronouns ↟ word count: 2.6k

territorial!deanwinchester who seemed as though he was making it a point to keep you confused about the nature of your relationship. like he was purposefully toying with you, driven by the pure intention of driving you insane.

territorial!deanwinchester that would constantly keep an eye on you during hunts, protecting you without even realizing.

territorial!deanwinchester who always walks behind you in unknown territory. he insists on having his eyes on you at all times.

territorial!deanwinchester who instinctively reaches for you at the smallest sign of danger. a thud in the distance and he's already got his arm in front of you, ready to block anything that may harm you.

territorial!deanwinchester who'd constantly zone out while staring at you, then act confused when you or sam would call him out on it. "just tired" he'd shake his head and look around the room, suddenly he was very interested in the peeling wall paper of the diner.

territorial!deanwinchester who would never dream of outright admitting that the thought of losing you kept him up at night.

territorial!deanwinchester who insisted on sleeping in the same bed as you. always making a lame excuse of sam being too big to share a bed with. dean would always lay on top of the covers, so if anything were to happen he'd be ready to jump into action.

territorial!deanwinchester who'd unknowingly reach for you in his sleep, always keeping a hand on you so he knew you were still there. at night if you'd left the bed, and you managed to do so without waking him, you would always return to find him with his face pressed into your pillow. yearning to breathe in your scent subconsciously.

territorial!deanwinchester who unintentionally showed his possessiveness after the subject of you being with someone else arose...

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it had all started on a night that was foreseen to be castiels' last. with the intention of killing raphael, castiel didn't think he would survive the encounter. to comfort him, dean began to conspire on a way to make his last night on earth a meaningful one.

"dude come on, anything? booze? women?" dean was shocked at how unnervingly calm castiel had been in what he thought to be his final hours. castiel avoided eyecontact with the both of you, appearing to be uncomfortable at the prospect of being with a woman. "you have been with a woman before, right?" deans eyebrows rose in near shock.

"or an angel at least?" dean moved his head to reach castiel's avoidant gaze. "come on dean, leave him alone" you couldn't help but pity the meek angel. dean leaned in to the back of castiel's head, as if he was interrogating the poor man. "you mean to tell me you've never been up there doing a little cloud seeding?"

castiel shuttered at his language. "dean if priests can't have sex what makes you think angels can?" you said trying to save cas from the pile of embarrassment he seemed to be melting into.

"look i've never had occasion, ok?" castiel muttered, looking down to his hands, anxiously fumbling with his thumbs.

"well alright! i know what we're doing tonight." dean reached for his jacket hanging off the back of your chair. "we are going to get you laid!" castiel whipped his head up to you, his eyes widened in fear as if he was pleading for you to help him.

"dean i don't think that's necessary" you looked up to him as he threw the jacket on.

"i agree. besides i do not know who i would have this encounter with." castiel had tried to reason to the man, but his mind was already made.

"easy! we'll find someone for you cas, don't worry" dean chirped, placing a hand on your shoulder as if this was something you had any interest in being a part of. you looked up at him confusedly. he grinned cockily, finding joy in both you and castiel's disinterest in his antics.

"no. if i were to partake in this game of yours it would have to be with someone i know." castiel was stern "intercourse is to be with someone you know and care for. like y/n for example. she is my frien-"

"no." dean spoke sternly, straightening up at the suggestion. "she's off limits" crossing his arms across his chest. that threw you off guard. off limits? what could he mean by that?

"i was merely using her as an examp-" dean cut him off again "not happening" castiel was taken aback by his defensiveness. "yes dean i am not suggesting that i am to have intercourse with y/n" castiel shook his head looking to you in sheer disbelief.

you scoffed. "off limits?" you were pleased at the slip in his words. raising an eyebrow, a smirk grew across your face. "what's that mean dean?" dean's gaze dragged across your face as he stuttered to find the words. "i just- i-" his eyebrows knitted together trying to explain himself after realizing what he'd just said.

"i meant- what i meant was- oh shut up" he shook his head as his face turned red before making his way to stomp up the stairs. you looked to castiel who was already side eyeing you with a mix of confusion and concern. "whatever that means" he said with a confused frown.

you couldn't help but let your mind wander about what he had meant. was he just being protective because he cared for you? you had been hunting with the boys for years now, of course he cared about you. but something told you there was more to it than that.

the rest of the night had been silent after dean went sulking upstairs. having fallen asleep on the couch downstairs, you didn't hear a peep from him. that was until you were woken up by his obnoxious snoring. you stirred, scanning the dark for the source of the noise you were all too familiar with.

you'd found him laying on the wooden floor beside you, mouth wide open. even when trying to be angry, he'd always find his way back to you. you couldn't help but feel bad as you heard the decaying floor boards creek when he stirred in his sleep.

he groaned as you hung an arm off of the couch, nudging his shoulder trying to wake him. his brows furrowed as he frowned sleepily, slowly he opened his eyes. "mmm y/n? what's wrong?" he sat up worriedly. his glossy eyes looked up at you as he scanned your face. god he was so pretty looking up at you like that.

"you're on the ground dean" your head leaned to the side. "your very observant y/n" the end of his lip curled up in a half smirk.

"just shut up and get on the couch" you whispered. he wasn't one to argue when it came to being next to you. besides, you'd slept in closer quarters than this. as he laid on his back beside you, you got smooshed inbetween the cushions and his side. he laid his arms behind his head as you were forced into the nook of his neck.

the two of you laid like that in silence for a few minutes. with nothing but the sound of your breathing, you began to slowly drift off to sleep.

but you fought it. forcing yourself to stay awake, working up the courage to ask the question that was eating away at you. you'd gone long enough wondering what your relationship with dean really was. now that you had the opportunity to ask, you weren't gonna let it slip.

slowly he laid on his side to face you after realizing that he was essentially crushing you, not that you minded. he looked down as you were face to face with his chest, smiling softly. you perched your head up towards him. "hey" you whispered. "i have a question"

"oh god" his smile faded. "what is it?"

"what did you mean when you said i was off limits?" you faced your head down. now that you'd said it out loud you couldn't help but feel embarrassed. what if you had misinterpreted the whole thing?

"oh come on, you know what i meant" he whispered, trying to brush it off. being in the dark, you couldn't see his face turn bright red. you sat up, now annoyed with his disregard. how much longer was he going to keep this up? "no dean, i don't know what you meant." you spoke more harshly then you had meant to.

he sat up worriedly. the thought of him inadvertently hurting you killed him. he wanted you. of course he wanted you. it's just that he knew himself. knew he was incapable of anything real. knew he'd fuck it all up somehow, even if he wanted nothing more than to be with you. even if he knew he'd do everything in his power to keep that from happening. he couldn't. couldn't risk it.

"i just-" he stopped himself, sighing. "i don't know"

"off limits? why did you say that? do you own me dean?" you looked over to him. "am i yours?" your face grew hot as the words left your lips. you searched for an answer on his face but were only met with a blank stare.

"what? no i didn't mean it like that." dean was flustered again, returning to his usual method of avoiding eye contact. he had hoped if he stared at the wall long enough he'd disappear.

"what did you mean dean?" you leaned towards him, he turned to you. he looked worried, and honestly? pathetic. and suddenly your embarrassment flushed away as you watched the way his demeanor had changed. like he had been caught. you had him right where you wanted him, and he knew that.

"am i yours?" you whispered leaning closer, his breath hitched as you closed the distance. "do you want me to be?"

his heart sank into his stomach. was this really happening? or were you only getting back at him for all of his past teasings? he examined your face for any sign that you were messing with him, but he couldn't find one. he bit his bottom lip nervously, his doe eyes looking into yours. and then, he nodded.

god it was pitiful.

he couldn't even muster up the courage to say it out loud. like he was waiting for your permission. you smiled. "yes?" you were now inches from his face. he nodded again slowly, awe struck by how unreal this felt. he still wasn't sure that this was not a dream. "yes what dean?" your voice was soft. like a siren beckoning him, leading him to his answer.

"want you to be mine." he whispered, his mouth hung open as he watched you get closer and closer to his face. "yea?" you reached down to pull his hands onto your hips as you began to straddle him. you swore you could feel him shaking. he nodded. "mmhm" was the only noise he could get out.

you leaned in, pressing your lips against his softly. he let out a whimper before bringing his hands to hold your head before pulling you into him.

softly, you began pressing yourself into him. he groaned into the kiss, groaned at the feeling of himself growing against your warm body. he pulled you in deeper, his tongue in your mouth as his hands gripped on your hips so hard you were sure there'd be marks in the morning. "fuck" he groaned as you brought a hand down to his pleading cock.

"fuck you don't know how badly i wanted this" he groaned as you continued pressing into him. he tugged at the bottom of your shirt before gliding his hands to your center. he was so pitiful, so overwhelmed he couldn't figure out what he wanted to do first. see you? touch you? kiss you? he'd waited so long for this and now he didn't know what to do with himself.

you dragged his hand away from you, bringing it back to your hip. he sighed. "wanna make you feel good" he cried, the sensation of you touching him already going to his head, his breaths became faster as he seethed through his teeth.

"not yet baby, wanna watch you." he moaned at your words, his eyebrows knitting together. "is that ok?" you whispered. his eyes squeezed shut as he nodded. now he was sure he was dreaming.

you pressed your lips to his again, his right hand made it's way to your neck. you whimpered at the feeling as he moaned into the kiss, the pressure in his stomach building. he wasn't gonna make it much longer.

his left hand squeezed at your thigh as the strain on his cock became too much. "holy shit" he moaned breathily before pressing his head into your chest as his orgasm washed over him. he squeezed at your hips as he let out soft grunts, coming completely undone.

once it was over he looked up at you with pure awe in his eyes, catching his breath. you smiled softly, your pupils sure to be dilated at the sight of just how pathetic he had become under your touch. he pulled your lips to his, already missing the sensation. you steadied yourself, putting your hands on his shoulders as he dragged his mouth down to your neck.

you whimpered as he nipped at your neck fervently. he sucked at your skin desperately, determined to leave his mark. you whined at the sting of his teeth digging into your skin.

then, the creak of a floor board. you jolted off of him as he grabbed a pillow to cover his already returning erection.

"hello." castiel emerged from the darkness.

you half smiled as you sat on the couch next to a sweaty dean. "hi cas" deans voice cracked. the two of you sat with your hands in your laps. "what are you up to?" you tilted your head to the side.

"still awaiting my demise" he nodded, shifting back and forth with his hands held behind his back. "you two seem to be enjoying yourselves."

"what are you-" dean scoffed "what do you mean?" a terrible actor.

"you two are aware that i do not sleep." castiel squinted his eyes, genuinely confused at why dean seemed puzzled. you felt your face turn hot. "you heard all that?" you whispered, your face scrunching.

"felt rude to interrupt. however, it would appear that i may have miscalculated how long this endeavor would last. my apologies." castiel spoke sincerely, you and dean couldn't help but laugh.

"it's ok cas." you grinned. dean whipped his head towards you, 'it most certainly was not ok' he had screamed in his head. castiel displayed a sheepish grin.

"ok. i'm just going to go back to my chair now." he looked around the room before slowly entering the darkness.

you turned your head to dean, who was already smiling awkwardly at you. "there's always next time." you said, grabbing a blanket. the two of you laid down, your head resting on his chest. "oh so there's gonna be a next time?" he whispered. you smacked his side with the back of your hand.

you didn't have to look at him to know how quickly that cocky grin had spread across his face. "goodnight dean" you hummed, closing your eyes. "goodnight y/n"

[gentlesands]

Creeping In On You

III. Dean Winchester {SMUT}

Context: Dean returns early from a hunt while Sam gets a head start on the next one, he came back to check up on you and finds you fucking yourself with a pink sparky dildo. What a little pervert. {Slight Smut, pure filth, No p in v, caught masterbation, a brief second of Dean sucking on the dildo. }

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Dean came down the bunker stairs carrying a white grocery bag stamped with a random local store logo stuffed with your favorite snacks and drinks. There was also a few pies for himself, the man could never outrun his addiction no matter how many times he said he would. It's one of the many things that makes him Dean Winchester who he is. He started down the steps expecting the usual scene, maybe you'd be tucked in the corner of the library, or your footsteps echoing through the halls the moment you heard the heavy metal door open and close. But, the bunker was eerily quiet and still. The only sound was the thud of his heavy boots against the metal stairway.

Once he reaches the bottom and takes a few steps in the library, he sets the bag on the large wooden table in the center of the room and glanced around. He called your name cautiously and got silence in return. His brows furrowed. It was weird, you'd usually be there by now, peeking over one of the shorter book shelf or leaning against the table curious about the latest hunt. Excited to talk to someone for the first time in a couple of days. Dean then moved toward the hallway, unease slowly growing in his chest. Suddenly, there's a soft echo that kind of sounded like a squeal coming from further in the bunker. The hunter instinct takes over, Dean's hand moved to the gun tucked in his waistband, drawing it carefully as he walked down the hall. The sound grew louder with every step and with it his heart rate spiked. He couldn't imagine what he'd do if someone broke in and you were stuck with a stranger for God knows how long.

He adjusted his footing, widening each step to quiet the weight of his boots against the cold floor. Slowly, he approached your bedroom with every muscle tensed, especially the finger that rested next to the trigger. The sound was definitely coming from your room. With practiced caution, Dean moves in front of the door and used the barrel of his gun to gently nudge the door open careful not to make a sound. As the gap widened, what he saw on the other side made him stop cold.

Your bed sat against the far side of the room, perfectly visible through the narrow crack in the door. And there you were. Sitting upright against the headboard and completely unaware of Dean watching. He stood there frozen, his mind going blank the moment he saw you. You looked breathtaking, your hair clung messily to your flushed face, strands sticking to your skin, and your eyes were squeezed shut, focused on the task at hand. Head tilted back toward the ceiling, exposing every inch of your neck, a bead of sweat running down your throat made Dean's breath hitch. Even if your eyes were open, you wouldn't be able to see him unless you looked for him, which you weren't obviously. You were too busy in your own world to know he was there staring at you, unable to look away.

The soft light of the lamp next to you castes shadows over you, making every one of your movement feel almost like this wasn't real, it was only a dream. Dean's grip on his gun loosened almost immediately, forgetting he was even carrying it. He catches the weapon mid fall then puts the gun back into his waistband as the shock of finding you like this gave way to something hot and heavy in his chest. His pulse thundered in his ears,he should look away, knock on the door to announce himself, should back out and give you privacy but he couldn't move. Dean could only stand there, staring, his breath caught between his lungs and throat at the sight of your legs spread, your pretty pussy being split by a hot pink sparkly dildo. His eyes were glued to the way your lips parted and swallowed the thick toy, your moans penetrating his ears like a siren song.

He couldn't help himself, his eyes traced every detail, every inch of the scene in front of him like he could believe what he was seeing. His gaze started at your pink cheeks, to your lips that were trapped in a silent scream, down your neck to your tits, nipples hardened, the mounds softly bouncing with each thrust. He watched for a beat longer then moves to your soft stomach and finally back to your pussy, he studied the way your juices coated the fake cock, the way he could see the sheen every time you slowly pulled it out of you and before you roughly slammed it into yourself.

Dean was so completely consumed by you that he didn't noticed the moment you peeked your eyes open, he didn't notice the subtle shift in your expression, I mean he was staring at your pussy of course he didn't. Years of hunting sharpened your instincts just as much as his, maybe more for moments like this. You knew what it felt like to be watched, knew when the air changed, knew when someone's presence made your skin prickle before they could make a sound. And Dean's gaze? Oh it was heavy, heated…hungry. Like a predator watching it's prey. Knowing he was there actually turned you on more, the pace you were fucking yourself with was no longer enough. You had always found Dean attractive, always stared at his cock when he walked around the bunker in sweats, you always wondered how well he'd stretched you. You wondered if he would use his thick fingers to wrap around your neck and squeeze while he called you a whore. And you knew from the way Dean was staring at you like a piece of meat, he wondered if you would drool on his cock under the table or if you'd hold him down as you used him for your own selfish pleasure. You knew his naughty slutty desires matched yours.

A wicked little thought came to your mind and you had to fight the smile threatening to give you away. Dean was convinced he was completely hidden, like years of hunting somehow failed you. But whatever, if he was going to just stand there and watch, you'd make it worth his time. You let out a frustrated whine and pull the dildo out with a moan, dropping your head you fake a soft little huff. "It's not enough." You say just loud enough for Dean to hear. You pushed yourself off the bed, moving slowly at first, careful and calculated. The soft creak of the mattress had Dean tensing instantly, his eyes locked on you, tracking every move. He had the most painful erection he's ever had in in his jeans, but he didn't want to give himself away by adjusting even just a little bit.

You decided to do something reckless and bold. You grab the toy, cross the room toward him to the chair at your desk. It was closer to the door, so close that if you didn't know he was there his cover would be blown with just a glance. Your heart banged against your ribcage in excitement as you stick the suction cup on the chair, you smack it to test the connection and giggle as it sways. This makes Dean's chest tighten, he loved seeing your goofy side, even now. You turn the back of the chair towards your bed so you could use the back as leverage, you're faced away from the door, your ass on full display to Dean. You moan a little more slutty than usual as you feel the dildo stretch your pussy walls in this new position. Dean watches as you allow your cunt to get used to the toy as it fills you to the brim, kissing your cervix. Then you allow yourself to move, slow at first for a minute. Showing Dean the way your pussy grips and struggles to swallow the fake dick, showing him the tight ring that has trouble relaxing completely. Your movements then became quicker, less patient and desperate. You wanted to cum so bad for Dean. A shiver runs through your spine as you felt your walls getting tighter, your abs flexed and your legs started shaking. Your mind no longer on the man watching you, it was now on making yourself cum. "Fuck, I'm so close." You mewl as you bring your fingers down to your clit and start rubbing yourself to the pace of your bouncing. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."

Your head fell back as the wave finally crashed through you, you slammed down on the toy screaming as a wave of liquid come gushing out of you, soaking the chair and a little bit of the rug underneath you. "Fuck! Deaaannn!" His name leaves your mouth before you could stop it. He almost cums in his pants when he hears how sultry his name could sound coming from you. He stays frozen, taking in the sight of you slowly getting off the dildo, he watches your freshly fucked face and tries to memorize every detail of the satisfied expression. Getting up from the chair, you grab the pink sword, and sit on the edge of the bed to finally face Dean looking through the crack. The second Dean's eyes met yours, his heart drops into his ass, you're looking straight at him confident and aware. You smile at him standing there, "You just going to watch…" You asked dropping your gaze down to his pants, "…or do you want me to help you?" Dean stood there for a second before opening the door further to enter. Without breaking eye contact, he closes the door behind him and made sure the locked clicked, sharp and final.

There was no more distance, no more doorway, his jacket hit the floor first and then his shirt. It was your turn for you to be speechless as he reveals more and more of his freckled tone body. You watched intensely as his hands moved to his waistband , slow and deliberate, fucking with your patience. The hunger in his green eyes reminded that you were completely naked, your chest puffed out, your swollen pussy on full display and you had to hide the shyness creeping up on you. By the time he crossed the room, he stood in front of you in nothing but his boxers, his large thick cock standing at attention for you. "Careful," He said, voice low and rough sending shivers straight through you. "You keep looking at me like that and I won't be responsible for what happens next."

The second Dean stepped close enough to tower over you, you made your move. Your foot slowly lifted slowly pressing firmly against his stomach, a smug smile curved onto your lips and you looked at him with half lidded eyes. "Actually, Dean…" You said, voice sweeter than he's ever heard, "You were watching me without my permission." Dean had never seen this side of you, strong, bossy, confident, his dick couldn't get any harder. "I think you need to apologize." You said still holding eye contact. Slowly, he lowered himself to his knees, he thought he had an idea on how to apologize. Once seated, he grabbed your knees and carefully split them apart, finally breaking from your graze to look at your pussy up close. And god, was it the prettiest he had ever seen, his mouth started to water and his cock jumped at the sight. He began to lean forward before you put your pointer finger on his forehead, "That's not what I want."

Dean looks at you confused, "Then what do you want?" A bright smile comes across your face as you pull the dildo from next to you and put it in front of you. "I want you to suck it, clean off my cum. You watched as I came undone, you should be the one to clean it." Dean blinks, expression blank. His brows then furrowed as he opens his mouth then closes again. He hums then says, "Well..that's one way to keep a man humble." He takes a deep breath then nods, "Okay, for you I'll try anything once." You squeal in excitement as you place the toy in front of him, "But I have one condition." He says placing his hand between your thighs, slowly rubbing your pubic mound. "I get to play with this."

You look away in thought for a second then nod, he growls as he presses him thumb over your clit, rubbing circles around the sensitive bulb. You jerk forward as he expertly makes you feel pleasure already, the tip of his finger is calloused from fighting and handling weapons, it sends a spark straight into your womb each time he passes over the nub. He stares at the dildo, takes one last breath then wraps his mouth around the pink glittery tip. He groans at the taste of your sweet cunt still on it, his tongue swirling around the head addicted to the taste. You watch in awe as you watch him take more of the toy, slurping on your cum desperately. You're then caught off guard and your back arches as he enters a thick digit, finding that spongy spot at the back of your cunt instinctively. "Ugh Dean." A moan slips past your mouth as you watch through your eye lashes as dean takes half the cock into his throat, spit dribbling down his chin, feel yourself get wetter watching it run down his chest, his thumb and finger still working against you. The familiar coil begins to form in your belly again, it feels bigger than when you were fucking yourself on the same toy that's in Dean's mouth. "Shit, keeping doing that." You practically scream while other hand grabs his wrist, planting it inside your walls, not wanting him to move even the tiniest bit.

He decides to enter another finger inside of you, stretching you more to what feels like your limit, two of his fingers is like three of yours. Dean groans around the dildo as he watches the way your greedy pussy swallows all of his fingers, he focuses on the way your wet walls clench around his thick fingers and on the taste of your cum in his mouth. He knows you're close from the way you mewl his name like a prayer. begging for him to be your salvation. He pulls his fingers out of you, earning a high pitched whine from your chest. He watches how your hip wiggle looking for his fingers and he watches the way your cunt pulses at he sudden emptiness before slamming them back in sending you over the edge. The coil snaps and it feels like a forest fire had started in your cunt and washed over your entire body in an instant and it feels like fireworks popping off inside your veins. Dean removes his lips from the dildo with a pop, takes it from your hand and throws it to a random corner of the room. He gives you a second to use his fingers to fuck yourself through your orgasm while he watches, when you finally still he gently pulls his fingers out of you and begins to get up from kneeling. You're pushed back onto the soft comforter as he crawls onto the bed, your small frame dwarfed by his large one. You stare into each other's eyes before Dean slowly drags his hand from beside your rib, between your breasts then to your throat. "Now I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk." The low rumble of his voice goes straight to your pussy, making the horny bitch wet again. After tonight you'll want to live on his cock forever.

[virtualreader]

broken hearts and healing souls – part 2

deanwinchesterxfem!reader

summary: a few days after the unexpected events that took place on the night of your biggest argument, Dean has a nightmare. And both of you are forced to face the feelings you had pushed aside.

word count: 2,1k.

warnings: nightmares, mentions of anger, kiss, regretful Dean.

part 1

a/n: you've been asking quite a lot for a second part for this fic, so here it is. I'm not entirely satisfied with the ending, but I still hope you guys enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. also, as the part 1 was based on a song, i opted to base part 2 in another one — I’ll be good - James Young.

Another hunt, another city, and yet another sleazy motel room. But you and Dean still hadn't exchanged more than the essentially necessary words.

Ever since that night when you kissed, Dean had been ignoring you with perfectly applied silent treatment, as if you had turned into a ghost. Not that it was totally bad, a part of you preferred not facing the real issue.

Bringing the matter up would be like tearing off a scar, like reopening a wound that had never even closed. Blood would ooze from the raw, exposed skin, once again, and the pain would return, and it would hurt the same way it did when hearing those words escape his mouth: ‘this was a mistake’.

However, another part of you, though small yet present, longed for things to return to normal. To joke around with Dean again, like the time when he had made a hilarious impersonation of the local parish priest, and you had laughed until your stomach hurt. To get ingenuously mad with him for teasing you just because you were younger than he was. Damn, if you could go back in time you would have simply avoided that first argument altogether.

You stared at the ceiling, moisture stains here and there and the paint that once covered it, flaking off, revealing the rough surface underneath. Perhaps it had once been a grand and luxurious space, filled with beautiful furnishings and ornate decorations. But now, it was a shadow of its former self, a tired and worn-out shell of a room.

You should have known better. Hell, you did know better. You just didn't want to acknowledge the fact that he had no romantic feelings towards you and never could. You had become a part of the Winchesters' family a long time ago and grew up with them. Chances were Dean considered you his little sister. How could he be romantically involved with you?

I thought I saw the devil this morning Looking in the mirror, drop of rum on my tongue With the warning to help me see myself clearer

The quietness of the room was only interrupted by the occasional sound of a distant car passing by outside and the desultory barking of a dog nearby. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath.

“What’s gotten into you guys?” had asked Sam the morning after the event, after noticing Dean’s unusual and dismissive behavior.

“None of your business, Sammy.” Dean had replied, not meeting your eyes.

You had tried to talk to Dean several times, but he would always find an excuse to leave the room or change the subject. It was like he was avoiding you, and it hurt more than you cared to admit.

Dean had always been like an older brother to you. You shared so many memories together, from hunting supernatural creatures to simply hanging out and joking around. But maybe, deep down, you wished for something more than just a sibling bond.

Trying to ignore the feeling of emptiness in your chest was hard if not impossible. It was like a piece of you was missing, and you couldn't find a way to fill the void. Knowing this would be the end result, you would never have kissed him.

You may have felt fortunate to find a motel with two available rooms, but your luck ran out when Sam claimed the one with a single bed for himself. So you were forced to share a room with Dean.

I never meant to start a fire I never meant to make you bleed I'll be a better man today

You let out a sigh, feeling frustrated and lonely. You didn't want things to be like this between you and Dean, but you didn't know how to fix it. You knew that you needed to talk to him, to tell him how you felt and try to work things out. But you were scared of what might happen if you did.

You heard a muffled sound coming from the other side of the room. You turned your head to see Dean tossing and turning in his sleep, his face contorted in pain. It was obvious that he was having a nightmare.

With a hand, you tossed the bedsheets along with the flowery comforter away, uncovering your body. You rolled your legs off of the bed and slowly yet surely moved to a sitting position. You tilted your head slightly and tried to take a glimpse of what was going on in the adjoining bed, but failed pathetically due to the scarce lightning.

Feeling concerned, you reached out blindly for the light switch. After a moment of fumbling, you found it and turned it on. The wall-mounted lamp flickered to life, casting a warm, dim light throughout the room. Dean's grimacing expression was now clearly visible, and you hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do next.

“No! No, no!” he growled low, his teeth gritted. “No! Y/n!”

That you were not foreseeing.

You were taken aback by his outburst, not expecting it at all. What could he be dreaming about that would elicit such a strong reaction?

I'll be good, I'll be good And I'll love the world, like I should Yeah, I'll be good, I'll be good For all of the times that I never could

Dean was sweating profusely. His breathing was shallow and ragged, and he was muttering incoherently. Waking him up seemed like an idea. Sure, you were mulish, but you were not some heartless monster.

You reached out and gently shook Dean's shoulder, trying to wake him up from his nightmare.

"Dean," you whispered, hoping that your voice would be enough to pull him out of his dreams. “Dean, wake up.”

He did not respond, and just as you were about to try again, he hastily sat up, his eyes wide, and his breathing heavy.

"Y/n?" he asked, his voice shaking. "Is that you?"

"Yeah, it's me," you replied, relieved to see him awake and alert. "Are you okay? You were having a nightmare."

Dean ran a hand through his hair, looking around the room as if he was trying to orient himself.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he said finally, his voice still shaking a little. "It was just a bad dream."

Silence took over the place. You stared at Dean, and Dean stared at you, both waiting for the other to speak first. The tension was thick enough to be cut with a knife, and the eerie environment did nothing but add to it.

"Wanna talk about it?" you asked, sensing that there was more to his nightmare than he was letting on.

Dean hesitated for a moment, his eyes flickering over to you before returning to the floor. You could sense that he was struggling to find the right words to say, and as the silence stretched on, you began to feel a growing sense of unease.

My past has tasted bitter for years now So I wield an iron fist Grace is just weakness Or so I've been told I've been cold, I've been merciless

"It was about you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper, and you felt your heart skip a beat.

The confession caught you off guard. You were surprised to hear such a heartfelt admission from him.

“Me?” You could feel your pulse quickening as you waited for him to continue.

"Yeah. I dreamed that the demon got to you," Dean continued, his voice still trembling. "That I couldn't protect you. And then...then you were gone."

You felt a lump form in your throat at Dean's words, and you instinctively reached out to place a hand on his arm. Yet, you kept a reasonable distance between the two of you, unsure of how this could alter your current situation. Unsure of whether it could bridge the seemingly unfathomable gap that separated your wounded souls.

"Dean, I'm right here," you said softly. "I'm not going anywhere."

But the blood on my hands scares me to death Maybe I'm waking up today

The mattress dipped while you sat facing Dean.

"I know that," Dean replied, his eyes meeting yours for the first time since he woke up. "But...I don't know. It's like I can't shake this feeling that something's going to happen to you."

You could see the fear and uncertainty etched into Dean's features, and you knew that he was struggling with his emotions. It was hard for him to admit that he was scared, especially when it came to you.

But you also knew that you couldn't keep ignoring the elephant in the room. You needed to talk to Dean about what had happened between you, or you would never be able to move forward.

"Dean," you said, your voice steady but firm.

He looked away, his jaw tight and his hands clenched into fists.

"I messed up,” he uttered, deciding to address the matter before you had a chance to gather your thoughts. “I didn’t want us to end up like this.”

"I know," you said softly, your heart aching at the sound of his voice. "But we can't keep avoiding each other like this. We need to talk.”

Dean let out a sigh and his shoulders slumped, his entire demeanor reflecting the weight of the situation. Dean had always been good at avoiding his feelings, pushing them aside in favor of the mission. But this time, he couldn't do that. You both knew that it was time to stop tip-toeing around the issue and get to the heart of the matter.

"I was scared," he admitted. "Scared of losing you. Hell, I still am. That’s why I didn’t want you to go on hunts anymore."

Dean's voice was low and steady, but there was an underlying intensity to it that betrayed the depth of his emotions. He was laying it all on the line, baring his soul in a way that he had never done before.

I'll be good, I'll be good And I'll love the world, like I should (oh-oh-oh) I'll be good, I'll be good (I'll be good, I'll be good)

Afraid he would retract on opening up to you, you did not dare say anything, instead you fixated your gaze on his glossy, green eyes, encouraging him to continue. He took your hand in his, and his eyes softened.

“I don't think about you as a kid. It's just that…when you love something, you protect it.”

Dean's words hung in the air, the weight of them almost palpable. He looked at you, waiting for a response, his heart pounding in his chest.

The walls around Dean's heart, which had once been so solid and towering, had finally come crumbling down, leaving him vulnerable and exposed. It was clear that there was no going back from this point, as Dean had decided to tear down his emotional barriers and reveal his true self. The honesty and openness that he was displaying left you feeling speechless, as if you were witnessing something truly special and rare.

“Please, y/n. Say something,” he said with his voice at the verge of breaking, when you did not say anything.

“You love me?”

“I can’t pretend anymore. You are everything, everything.” Dean finally confessed, his grip on your hand tightening.

For all of the light that I shut out For all of the innocent things that I doubt For all of the bruises I've caused in the tears For all of the things that I've done All these years, no, yeah For all the sparks that I stomped out For all of the perfect things that I doubt

You felt a warmth spread through your chest at his words, and tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. But this time, they weren't tears of sadness; they were tears of joy. You had wanted to hear those words for so long – even if it was not a straightfoward 'I love you' –, but you had never dared to hope that they would be true.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner," Dean uttered. "The idea of losing you, of ruining what we had, terrified me. You were always like a sister to us, and when I first felt something more for you, I didn't want to admit it. But I can't keep pretending that I don't feel this way.”

I'll be good, I'll be good And I'll love the world, like I should Yeah, I'll be good, I'll be good For all of the times I never could

“Dean, I-I…” you tried to say, yet, the words got caught in your throat, the upheaval of the moment hindering your ability to vocalise something coherent.

Delicately, he reached out and carefully tucked a strand of your hair that had come loose behind your ear. His fingers lightly brushed against your skin as he cupped your cheek in his hand, his thumb tracing circles on your skin.

Dean looked at you for a long moment, his eyes softening as he took in your presence. You could sense the shift in his demeanor as the distress that had been etched in his features not five minutes before, had now completely vanished. His eyes seemed to sparkle with a new sense of calmness and peace.

Warmth blossomed in your chest, sparks igniting as Dean leaned in close, lips brushing together, tentatively, for the first time that night, though not the last.

His fingers danced through your hair, caressing the back of your head with the sweetest touch. His lips parted slightly, allowing your tongue to slide inside his mouth, and a hint of cinnamon and vodka mingled together, creating a unique and intoxicating combination that lingered on your taste buds.

Oh, oh-oh Oh, oh Oh, oh-oh For all of the times I never could

“I love you too, Dean.” you whispered in his ear, momentarily pulling away.

And, as you held each other, melting into the kiss, you both knew there was no going back to the way things were before.

@losa12308 – as you requested, I'm tagging you in part 2 (I'm actually thinking of making a taglist)

[binxiboo]

The Frenchier Mistake

(aka Dean meets his celebrity crush: Actress!Reader)

Supernatural Masterlist // Full Masterlist

A/N: @princessmermaid1289 you'll never guess what I've only gone and done... I finished it! (we'll ignore it being well over a year later)

Actress!Reader x Sam and Dean

Clatters fill the bunker as all sorts of equipment and tools get dropped on the closest surface to the bottom of the staircase. Both Winchester brothers are incredibly over this last hunt. They were meant to be home days ago, thinking that they’d killed a whole nest of vamps; turns out these vampires were the vengeful kind, and when they found out that their friends had been savaged… well they didn’t take it lightly. It didn’t take them long to find the ’67 Chevy Impala on its route back to the bunker.

The respective hallways echo with heavy footsteps as the tire brothers silently bid each other goodnight before slinking behind their bedroom doors, each leaning their weight against them, unknowingly synchronised across rooms. It’s a miracle either of them even got their clothes off before collapsing into bed, finally getting a comfortable night’s rest they’d not had all week.

The two had a shock, however, when they were awoken by… clapping? Sam and Dean both shoot up in their beds, instantly trying to place what could be happening in their heads. As they’re processing the information around them, they begin to realise that the beds beneath them no longer feel like the comfortable ones they fell asleep in the night before. Hell, they’d had nicer motel beds than these. What are they? Solid wood? Dean runs his hand alongside his leg, pushing down on the barely-there mattress. Well, there’s some cushioning at least.

“That was a good one, guys!”

“Yeah, I think that’s us done for the night.”

The bodies in front of them slowly filtered out of the room while the two men made their way out of the prop beds. At a certain point, the wall separating their apparently-not-a-room ‘rooms’ ended, and the two brothers found themselves side by side. They turn to look at each other, then around what they’ve now realised is a tv set.

“Sammy?”

“Dean.”

“Tell me it’s not happened again.”

Sam swallows, hard. The lack of verbal response has Dean running a hand over his face. The next few moments are spent considering what actions may have led them to being stuck in this universe again. Several things get ruled out. They haven’t pissed off anyone with the ability to transport them across universe lately. Neither of them was messing with magic, or any practices to be clear, that could’ve gone wrong like this. It isn’t a dream that they’ve both ended up conscious in. There’s no way for anything to be an imminent threat. It is at this conclusion that Dean gets the best idea he thinks he has ever had in his life.

He's going to go flirt with some babes.

Dean quickly locates the door everyone had walked out of previously and practically drags his brother through it. Sam doesn’t quite process that he’s moving until his head almost hits the door frame on his way out of the building and his face screws up as he processes the information.

By the time Sam has gotten out of his own head Dean has already surveyed half the studios surrounding their own. As soon as a question begins forming on his tongue, Sam is pulled in another direction by Dean’s, arguably tight, grip on his forearm. Dean is on a mission as he glances around at the postered walls of each building. Honestly, Sam doesn’t understand how Dean even knows what he’s seen with how short the glances are. The sniffer dog act ends abruptly though when Dean receives all power of the moose that is his brother slam straight into his back, eliciting a grunt from the older, shorter brother.

“Not my fault you don’t come with brake lights.” Sam says with a shrug in response to Dean’s glare. “Why’d you stop so suddenly anyway?”

Dean simply turns around and gestures at the poster on the building directly in front of them. Sam, confused once more, delivers an expression to encourage elaboration.

“Dean, am I supposed to know what this is?”

“It’s a TV show. With doctors in it. Very dramatic. Heavy stuff.”

“And that’s supposed to help me how… oh. Is this that med show we got stuck in before?” An air of exasperation arrives by the end of Sam’s sentence.

Dean purses his lips and keeps his face hidden from Sam. He tries to tell himself that there’s nothing embarrassing about watching what is, frankly, just good television.

“Yeah, well… there’s… hot chicks.” Sure, that was convincing enough, Dean decides.

With a roll of his eyes, Sam follows Dean in through a door, slipping behind the few crew members who have just exited through it. They stick to the shadows, Dean, not so gently dragging Sam into the darkness with him, determined to sleuth out the space rather than risk immediate expulsion. Once, deemed safe, Dean slinks forward, attempting to contain his inner nerd, but ultimately coming to a halt as he ends up turns to face with someone he could never have prepared for.

The older Winchester’s eyes widen, pupils absolutely dilating – in fact, if this was the Scooby Doo crossover, there’d be audible ‘AWOOGA’s filling the silence. Dean Winchester has been infatuated with this actress since she began her role, how could he not? She’s inarguably the most attractive woman going, the amount on unsavoury concepts his filthy man brain has conjured up over the seasons… well, they’re better off inside his head, he thinks. A mental note recorded to not let any of them slip.

It has him in shock that she’s somehow existing in this universe. He’s in even more shock when he realises that it’s taken him ending up in another dimension to be in her presence, he was sure that he’d have to somehow get himself to that fan convention a few states over without Sam finding out, and yet, she’s here. They’re both there. A loud yell to cut triggers him to collect himself.

She sighs, walking out of the set, towards the snack table- towards him. He goes to inhale deeply, to settle his excitement before making a fool of himself, but she speaks before he can.

“Jensen? Jared?” there’s a lilt of interest in her voice, even excitement on her part.

Dean does a double take. She knows him. No. She knows Jensen. Well, that solidifies the theory that this is the same universe from before. Jensen. He can work with that.

“Hi.” He responds, his best charming smile sliding onto his face paired with a small wave of his hand. It encourages her to come closer, Dean internalises his celebration.

“Um, why-” her brow furrows, as she struggles to phrase a sentence, “You’re on my set? This- our set.”

“Yeah...” Dean nods, processing how he can spin this, “Actually, I- we- we came to see you."

Her face flushes, eyes widening slightly before she catches herself. “O-oh. You did?”

Dean nods, smiling at her again. Sam offers her a slightly awkward, but still kind, smile as her eyes flick over to him.

“Well, I was going to head to a bar after this shoot.” There’s an air of confidence flooding through her words now, she looks back at her director for the evening. He looks exhausted as he talks to other crewmembers, shaking his head. He mutters something. Then there’s a loud statement, letting everyone know they can go home for the night, they’ll try to get the scene tomorrow.

“A bar, you said?” Dean can’t hide his smirk as he gains her attention again.

She nods, “Yep. I- actually, think you’ll love it.”

“Lead the way then, Doctor.” He adds a laugh to this, hoping it doesn’t make her cringe. It makes Sam cringe, which earns the taller Winchester a not-so-subtle smack to the stomach. She, thankfully, laughs. Man is it one of the sweetest things he’s ever heard. He almost lets himself get lost in the sound before he remembers that this is not his universe, and that he’s not even himself here. He’s Jensen instead of Dean. On that topic, he considered whether anything indicated whether Jensen was in a relationship. He knows Sam has to act married; Jared having married ‘Fake Ruby’ and all that. 

The two follow the actress.

They end up a street away from the studio. The lighting is low, but warm, almost comforting. Dean decides to be the gentleman and get the first round in. He asks the lady what she wants to drink, then hands his wallet to Sam, telling him to get him ‘a beer- no! No, a whiskey’. The two leave Sam at the bar to situate themselves in a more secluded booth in the back of the bar.

“Let's play a game.”

Dean’s head shoots around to her, eyebrow quirked and lips slightly smirked, challenging.

“I’m thinking... two truths, one lie?” There’s a playful tone to her voice as her lips morph to match his smirk.

“Oh, absolutely. We’re going to need shots...” Dean leaves the table just as Sam returns, earning him a confused look from his younger brother, but continuing with his mission regardless.

Once the older brother returns to the chosen booth with a tray of pre-poured shots, Sam takes one look and decides he wants no part, taking his chance to work out how the hell to get home instead. Dean, however, eagerly sits across from his celebrity crush, rubbing his hands after placing the tray down gently enough not to spill any nectar.

“Who’s up first?” he asks with a smirk, taking a swig out of his whiskey glass, he looks up to be met with a matching expression on the actress’ face as she begins to speak.

“I only got to where I am because I have a godparent high up in the industry. I speak multiple languages, aaaaand… I’ve been approached for… naughty modelling.” She finishes with a wink.

Dean’s biology serves him no favours as he processes her last insinuation, shuffling to obscure himself better under the table as he chokes a little on his whiskey.

“Well- I- The last one has to be a truth, there’s no way you haven’t. I mean, look at you.” His words met with a modest blush on her cheeks as she laughs a little. “There’s no way you can speak another language, well maybe for a role, but not fluently, so I call bull. Then that leaves the last truth to be nepo baby.”

“Take a shot. Or two… do you want to do a shot per wrong answer?”

“What? No- how’d I get that wrong?!”

“I’m not a nepo baby, just… either extremely lucky or someone was trying to get in my pants. Like the photographer that wanted me to pose nude for him… when I lived in France and spoke the language every day. Because I speak French. Fluently.”

Dean’s jaw drops open, sighing before he shoots two glasses back without a word. Y/N giving an approving nod.

“Your turn.”

It’s safe to say… Dean sucks at two truths and a lie. Or at least he does when any truths he could say sound crazier than any lies, especially when he reminds himself that he needs to play along as Jensen. In fact, he gets so many wrong that the night begins to blur, her needing to collect the next tray of shots as he fails to coordinate his way to the bar. By the time Sam returns, Dean’s slumped over in the booth, words barely English as they slur, and then, darkness.

When Dean sees the world again, he’s back in the concrete confines of the bunker. His brain struggling to work overtime to get his bearings and put memories in chronological order. Through his bedroom door comes Sam, acting as if nothing was wrong.

“Sammy- what- how’d we get home?” Dean’s voice comes out hoarse and gravelly as he speaks, rubbing his head.

“What do you mean? I drove.”

“Drove from… another universe?”

Sam laughs. “What?”

Dean’s face drops. “I- I- We were in that other place again- that- Ackles and Pada- Padalinski.”

Sam shakes his head, muttering to himself as he walks away, waiting until he’s around the corner before checking the photos remain on his phone. His brother blacked out the corner of the bar booth, his celeb crush posing next to him after covering his face with lipstick kisses.

[novafics]

l Missing l

Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Kidnapped reader/talks of torture/talks of death.

Summary: Reader gets kidnapped and it's up to Dean to get to you in time before it's too late.

Word Count: 1.6k

Masterlist

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You shouldn't have done it, you knew that, but all you could think about was the smile on Dean’s face when he found out you bought him his favourite pie. Dean was currently away on a hunt with Sam and from what you had heard from both Sam keeping you informed and Dean’s complaining it wasn't going too well which is why you broke the ‘don’t leave the bunker alone rule’. From the tone in Dean’s voice that morning over the phone you could just tell that this hunt had taken its toll, not only were both boys coming back with some injuries but every place that they had stopped never had any pies which was to Dean, in his own words, a “travesty”. 

All you wanted to do was to make him happy, that’s all that mattered to you, just the smile that graced his face was enough to make you jump for joy. It was just supposed to be a quick trip there and back, no stopping, however as you left the store and were putting the keys into the door of your car you felt a sharp pain to the back of your head and you were out, dropping to the floor with a thud and leaving you unconscious for your attacker to easily drag away while your belongings laid on the floor along with Dean’s pie that you had so carefully picked out.

As you woke up you found yourself strung up in a cell. The floors were covered in both dried and wet blood, something that could only mean a bad time for you was in store. You could tell that the back of you head was still bleeding from the continuous drip of the blood running down your back, your hands were raised so far above your head that your feet only just reached the floor on your tiptoes which meant all of your weight was being supported by your wrists which at this moment felt like they were about to break from the force being applied to them.

In the distance you could hear screaming, not from just one person, no, from many. You felt like you were in a torture chamber waiting for your turn, which as you heard the footsteps closely approaching meant that you didnt have to wait long.

Ever since your disappearance it didn't take long for Dean to realise you were missing, you always called him to make sure he was having a safe journey back and so when you didn't call he went to the worst case scenario and tracked your car. You knew that Dean had installed a tracker in your car as he asked for your permission to do so, just so that he could have that extra precaution to make sure you were safe.

After seeing your deserted car and your stuff strone across the pavement both Sam and Dean knew that you had been taken. Upon further investigation they had also found sulphur along with your things, which led Sam and Dean straight for you. They knew exactly who had you, it was a rogue demon that they had encountered on their last hunt who at being forced away from what he was up to was so angry with the two he left a threat for them both so that made him the obvious culprit in this situation.

It had been around 10 hours now since you were taken, those boots you heard echoing throughout the halls was indeed a warning sign for your inevitable pain and not long after hearing those sounds the demon that took you started to torture you taking all of his anger at Sam and Dean out at you. At this point your whole body felt numb. Your once excruciating wrists now felt as if they weren't there. The numerous cuts and slashes across your body that once felt like burning all over had made your body run cold. You knew that it would all go from bad to worse when you got cold, that meant that you didn't have much time left as first you go cold, then you die.

Luckily for you Dean was on his way, they had finally managed to find the place you were being held and while Sam managed to exorcise the demon their last task was to find you before it was too late. It felt like an eternity before they found your cell and upon entering found you still strung up, covered in your own blood and perfectly still. You weren't frightened or crying, no, you weren't doing anything at all.

The sight in front of Dean made his blood run cold, he couldn't lose you, not you, never you. To him you were his saving grace and you meant everything to him. Sam had managed to loosen the chains around your wrists while Dean caught you on your way to collapsing onto a heap on the floor. “Baby?” his voice was a whisper at this point, scared that you weren't going to answer him ever again. 

“Baby, I'm here, please open your pretty eyes for me, please!” The desperation in his voice was one that even Sam himself had never heard before. As Dean continued to cradle you in his arms with tears falling in steady streams down his face he was sure you were dead, your one warm skin was ice cold and he could feel his heart breaking inside of him as he stroked your cheeks. 

Before his heart could shatter entirely however he watched as your eyes slowly started to open and your hands weakly started to hold on to him, desperate for him to never let you go.

“Oh my god sweetheart, you’re ok, You’re ok!!!” he had to repeat that you were ok a few more times before he could believe it himself. “Yeah i'm here baby, im here” you replied trying desperately to snuggle closer to him trying your hardest to bask in his warmth. 

Not wanting to stay in that place a moment longer Dean brought you back to the bunker tucking you under what you could only describe as a million blankets to get your body back to being warm again, The feeling of your ice cold skin being something he never in his life wanted to feel again, and luckily something he never did.

[gamergirl-06]

Female Castiel x angel!reader

Hey..so this is different to what I usually write but I have decided to write for another fandom and that would be supernatural. I am a few seasons in at the moment (season 4) . I am writing for Castiel and his female vessel for this one. I have tried to make it as best as I can (as I have not seen the episode fully only clips) and Castiel is still issuing he/him despite being in a female vessel.

Hope you enjoy this ( also gif is not mine, credits to the owner for it). Also this was crap (imo) so yeah hope you like.

Also spoilers?

You walked along the grass as your eyes search the nature in front of you. Your eyes dart from tree to tree taking in the green leaves and roots that grow.

To be honest you felt at peace, you never got to experience it quite often because you were in heaven a lot of the time. This was a nice change to what you were usually used to.

Your vessel, from what you know is a lover of the outdoors and likes the nature so you might feel this way.

You were only using this vessel temporarily of course because you and the other angels got word of a nephilim as a result of one of the angels, who you knew, and human falling in love.

This caused major problems for you and the others due to how dangerous they could be and when one angel and human have a child together..it doesn’t end well.

A part of you felt bad for the angel whose child it was, because you knew they couldn’t help fall in love, it was an emotion and you knew that.

You look to your left and Castiel was walking beside you, he too also taking in the nature.

His vessel was a woman who you thought seemed to be a lovely young woman who was actually friend’s with your vessel.

You couldn’t help but just stare at him. You were always attracted to Castiel, but you didn’t say anything because you thought angels couldn’t feel love as an emotion..until this mess happened.

And his vessel..hot damn.

As if you weren’t already attracted to him enough he had to pick the hottest vessel, you swear he did that on purpose to make you flustered.

Cas caught your gaze as his vessel displayed a smile, eyes squinting.

“You alright, you seem..lost” he asked

You look away quickly and clear your throat from embarrassment “yeah, I guess I just am enjoying the nature. It’s a nice change for once and not being up in heaven and doing all that work”

He nodded still looking at you before looking back in front of him “I suppose it is”.

Looking to your right you see a flower and pick it up, you inhale its scent as Castiel watched on in admiration.

He would be lying if he said he didn’t like you because he did ALOT. It scared him a bit but it made him feel all warm inside.

Infact he chose this vessel so that he could see you blush which you did so it made him really happy.

But what also made him happy was seeing you be your authentic self, it’s what he loved most about you and what made him fall in love with you.

You hop back up and walk over to him and place the flower in his vessels hair and tuck a piece of hair behind his ear.

“There, you’re very pretty” you said with a smile.

Oh that almost ended him, right there on the grass.

He felt his vessels face heat up and legs buckle at your words but he managed a grin and a genuine one at that.

“I-uh thank you that’s very kind of you” he stumbled a bit.

You giggle as you speed up to get ahead of him but he remained in place as he stared at you still in shock despite being cool a few seconds ago.

Did you really just say that to him? Were you only saying it because of his vessel? Did you like him?

All these thoughts rushed around his head as he picked up the pace to catch up with you.

You looked down at the ground observing the leaves as Castiel made his way towards you as you were in your own world.

You hadn’t noticed him until you felt a pair of lips on your cheek.

You froze and turn to see Castiel looking right into your eyes and saying “do you really love me?”

You look at him and use one hand to cup his cheek “of course I do cas, I’m not saying because of how you look it’s because of your personality and how kind you are.”

He smiled and tears glistened in his vessels eyes as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“I love you too”

[sammndwich]

Dating Dean Winchestrer headcanons!

Just some of my cute little headcanons

• Will for sure tease you about silly things that are cute, like if he's taller then you or has bigger hands then you, etc. But he's actually really sensitive to things that actually bother you and doesn't make jokes about them

• Movie night dates are his favorite, even more then food dates

• The best person to play those pranks on that are like "The mechanic charged me $500 for an oil change" Or like " They charged me $300 to replace my blinker fluid" Because his reaction is priceless

Probably something like this, lol

• No matter ur gender you are 100% his passenger princess, and he does let you pick the music

• On that note, I imagine that you'd probably catch him humming along to/lip syncing to songs that he says he hates, like something by Fleetwood Mac or Taylor Swift or something, but he will deny deny deny that it ever happened, lmao

• Also along with the passenger Princess thing, he would totally be the kind to put his hand on ur thigh while driving or hold ur hand while driving, and if you like moved his hand away he would look at you offended and put it back

Like that, lmao

Anyways, these are just a few of the cute little ones I have floating around in my head <3

[spitefulsatanwrites]

'nice car, man' (d. w.)

warings ; none, all fluff

pairings ; dean winchester x female!reader

summary ; dean sees y/n admiring his car outside a bar while on a case.

"Whoa.." y/n said staring down the back side of a 67' Chevy Impala

she had been stopped at a small old bar getting some food and a round when she caught sight of the bad boy parked outside the motel next door, the one you planned on staying at while you worked on the case you were dealing with down in the heart of texas, seemed like a vengeful spirit to her, at least everything pointed to it, though she was nervous.. she hadn't hunted since a bad run in with a demon.

she ran a gentle and careful finger along the side of the Impala and smiled "damn, what I wouldn't give to get behind the wheel of sometihng like th-" she was quickly cut off by a deep gruff voice from behind her, she spun quickly on her heels to face him, on high alert.

"I'm Glad you like it, it really is a beauty." he said shooting a glance toward the old car, she instantly turned a dark red, embarrased some random dude seen her gawking out over his car like a weirdo, "oh jeez..yeah no problem" she mumbled, rubbing the back of her neck gently, "it's really a beautiful car, Ive always loved classic cars."

He didn't really say much just stuck out his hand to her with a charming smile, "The Names Winchester. Dean Winchester." he said with a wicked smirk knowing he'd accomplished the one of a kind James bond entrance he wanted to try out.

she took his hand and smiled, "Well Winchester, You car is a beauty. I'm y/n l/n"

"Well then lets stop talking about it and go for a drive." He said jingling the keys with a sly smirk plastered to his face, a look that she just couldn't say no too.