LMFAO YOUR NEW PFP JUMPSCARED ME SO BADLY😭😭😭😭 IDK WHY BUT DEAN LOOKED SO GOOFY IN THIS SCENE IM SORRY😭
NO YEAH HE DOES DEFINITELY LOOK VERY CRAZY SILLY IN THAT SCENE😭😭
but i wanted something vamp!dean (or shifter!dean) since like.. my name is october n i love october n halloween n fall n horror n just all things creepy spooky so i finally decided on a new theme i should just like Embrace all of that😸🤞🏼
i also had this exact pfp for a vamp!dean layout on twt in 2020 but i couldn’t find a ss of the whole thing so i have no idea what fucking header i used and i’m mad abt that (i probably Wouldn’t have ended up using it anyways, but i still wanna know wtf it was cus i Do not remember😭)
A/N: First published to Patreon July 2022. See what you're missing?
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The night is cold. Steely wind nips at your cheeks and you draw your coat a little tighter across your chest. Moonlight leads you home, beaming down through the haze of midnight and you free it from oil-slicked puddles as you walk down the alley.
You’ve walked this way a thousand times before, but tonight it feels different- there’s something lurking in the corner of your vision, some hidden danger that sturs your senses and makes every hair stand on end.
A flutter of wings catches your ear and you turn with a gasp; just a pigeon fleeing the dumpster. You laugh at yourself and continue on; there’s work to be done tomorrow and not much more time for sleep.
Another noise strikes your attention and you spin again, nerves on edge, mind reeling with illogical fears. It’s the heavy footfall of a boot, familiar yet unscheduled, but when you turn, there’s nothing behind you except the night.
“Stop being such a pussy, Y/N,” you laugh at yourself, turning back to face the shadows and your shortcut home.
One step and you’re slamming into solid muscle.
“Holy shit!” you scream and try to run, but a hand clamps down around your elbow and holds you steady. The grip is strong and cold, and you look up with fear in your heart.
Green eyes sparkle in the moonlight.
“Dean?”
A soft smile curls his plump lips. “Heya, Y/N/N.”
It’s been forever since you last saw the hunter; a few years in fact. He’d been the only one to believe you when you ranted to the police about how a monster had taken your little sister. Sure enough, by week’s end, you were standing hip to hip with the strange fake Fed, covered in blackish goo and sharing a victory kiss beneath the stars.
He left before dawn that night, speeding away in his giant black boat of a car. To see him returned was both welcomed and jarring. Something had to be amiss.
“Holy crap- you scared the shit out of me!”
His hold on your elbow vanishes and he stuffs his hands in his jacket pockets. He dips his chin and looks at you through perfectly thick lashes. “Sorry about that.” He smiles and your heart melts a bit, remembering what those lips could do. “I saw you walkin’ alone and thought- well… You really shouldn’t be walking alone this late at night, Y/N.”
A laugh tickles your throat. “I’ve done a lot worse. As you remember.”
He laughs with you at that, a little chuckle that lifts his broad shoulders. “That I do. But still- it’s… dangerous out here.”
Reaching into your bag, you pull up your secret weapon. “I’ve got pepper spray and a mean right hook.”
Dean looks away and back; a slick smile tugging on his lips as he wipes a hand down his cheek. “Oh, that I remember well.”
“Yeah. Sorry about that…”
His eyes flash over your face and your breath catches in your throat. “Don’t be. I was impressed.”
Pride swell in your gut but something’s still wrong. “Why are you here?” you blurt out, staring up at him as if he’s some ghost from the past, and well, he is. “I mean- it’s nice to see you but-”
“Seeing me is like a bad omen, huh?”
He looks away and you feel bad. “Not like that, but- kinda? I mean- you only show up when monsters are lurking.”
Dean lets out a deep laugh as if he can’t help it and his green eyes turn back to dig into yours. “Monsters…” He sighs heavily and shakes his head. “I don’t know about that.” He licks his lips slowly and your mind is shoved back in time, right back into the backseat of that damned Impala. “Anyway- why don’t we get you off the streets, huh?”
“Do I remind you of a working girl, Mr. Winchester?”
He smiles and you swear he’s trying to kill you with it. “You know what I mean.” He crooks his elbow and holds it out for you. “If I remember correctly, your apartment isn’t far-”
“Correct.” Your hand slides a bit too easily onto his arm, fitting perfectly in the hollow of his elbow.
You turn together and head into the shadows, not caring about the puddles underfoot or the cold wind attacking your cheeks. Dean seems to shield you from more than just the wind- you feel safe in his arms, careless and free.
“So, just passing through town?”
He nods, looking straight ahead. “Something like that.”
“Sam with you?”
He isn’t revealing much, hiding all behind a soft smile that crinkles around his eyes and turns your mind to mush. “No. Sam’s- not with me.”
“Oh well. I hope he’s doing OK…”
“I don’t wanna talk about Sam.” Dean stops at the foot of your stairs, memory guiding him straight to your building. He grabs your hand and you spin with him, falling against his chest as he tugs you close. “Do you?”
Staring up at him, you lose all sense of time and space and it’s just like it was a few years ago. He’s strong and tall, mysterious and beautiful; a hero there to guide you back to the light.
“Ya know,” you whisper, pushing up on your toes to try to reach his lips. “I really couldn’t care less.”
Dean dips his chin and brings his lips close, hovering there, giving you the option to pull away. With a smile, you do the opposite, pushing in and kissing him hard.
He exhales against your cheek, tips his head to the side, parts his lips. His tongue juts out, swiping over your bottom lip and you hum at the memory of it. His left hand finds the nape of your neck and he holds you there with freezing fingers that seer into your flesh.
Pulling back, you’re stunned to find his eyes open and focused; every ounce of his attention on you.
“Do you- wanna come up?” you ask, surprising only yourself. Dean seems to know you’d offer, waiting patiently for you to catch up.
“I’d love to.”
He follows closely up the three flights of stairs and you rack your brain to try to remember what panties you have on; if it’s the lacy bra or the junky one.
Your breath is fast with climbing and nerves when you finally reach your door, but Dean is steady, appearing behind you almost too quickly.
“The- the place is kinda messy. Sorry. Wasn’t expecting- um… you.”
Dean swallows visibly, his upper lip twitching as you push open the door. “Don’t worry about it.”
His tone has changed slightly; the feel of him ass well. Gone are the familiar shy smiles, the feeling of being wooed. He seems stiff, focused.
He stands back as you step inside.
“Well,” you laugh, watching him hover in the doorway. “Come in.”
His boot is hesitant to step over the threshold, but he does and he breaths in the room, scanning the apartment quickly.
“Nice place.”
The door shuts and locks behind you.
“Thanks. As I said, usually not so messy-”
Dean holds up a hand and waves you off. “It’s great.” He spins on his heel and soon you’re back in his arms, cradled delicately against his chest. “Just like- you…”
A smile bubbles up from deep inside and your cheeks burn. “Dean- did you come back here just for me?”
His fingers tangle in your hair and he tugs, lifting your shy eyes to his. “And if I said yes?”
Your answer is a kiss that closes your eyes and makes him moan. You lean closer, pressing yourself against him. Hips and chest and thighs all crashing together as you give yourself over to him with a push of your lips.
He responds instantly. The hand in your hair tightens, the other digs into your lower back, locking you to him.
It’s a mad rush to the bedroom; so hard to walk and shed clothing between maddening kisses.
He lays you down, drags his calloused fingers down your naked body, teasing and pinching and driving you wild. His name falls from your lips in desperate moans as he licks at your skin; plump lips planting bruises from throat to hip. He’s feverish- grasping at every inch of you like you’re water in the desert.
“Need you,” he whispers, throat dry and torn.
You push a hand through his hair and bite your lip. “All yours…”
He presses inside, spreading your thighs wide with his hips. The stretch is deep and exquisite and you toss your head back against the mattress, savouring every inch of him as your body tightens.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you.”
He stares, eyes hard and wild. Still thrusting slowly, Dean drops down, covering your body with his. The crush is heavy, knocks the breath from your lungs. A big hand wraps beneath you, a cool hand covers the nape of your neck. Fingers, long and deft, lock around your jaw from beneath and turn your head to the side.
You gasp, struggling to breathe beneath his weight as pleasure and fear collide in your chest.
“Dean-”
“Be still,” he growls, lips tickling your ear. He pulls back for a moment and the corner of your eye tricks your vision. He bares his teeth; tiny fangs dropping like magic before he attacks, sinking them deep into your throat.
Your heart pounds, pumping blood to meet the heavy pull of his beautiful lips.
“Dean!” You claw at his shoulders, strangled and desperate to be released.
The pull is strong and the room starts to spin.
He thrusts harder, moaning loudly as he drains the life from your veins and nears his climax.
The numbness starts in your fingertips, works its way up your arms; the muscles protest and relax, leaving you limp and empty beneath him.
“So fucking perfect,” he groans, swallowing the last drop just as he cums. His timing is perfection and he cries out in ecstasy; his entire body vibrating with your blood and his pleasure. “Just like I thought you’d be.”
He doesn’t bother to clean up, just drags his jeans up his thick thighs and tugs on his layers of flannel and canvas.
“Another fun stop on the Dean Winchester Memory Tour.” He laughs at his mess: your arm is bent wrong; your legs are forever open and your cunt leaks with his cum.
He kisses your forhead before he leaves and your eyes stare into the shadows.
“I told you it was dangerous to be walking alone…”
Summary: He turned you months ago. Now you are out for blood...
Pairing: Vamp!Dean x Vamp!Reader
Characters: Werewolf!Sam Winchester, Lisa Braeden
Warnings: angst, vampire Dean, bloodthirst, implied characters death, blood, blood-drinking, dark!fic, implied smut, murder (they are vampires after all)
Kinktober Special: Horror/Angst - Blood drinking
A/N: This is the sequel to Bloody lips and a cross-over with my Werewolf!Sam story ‘Sharp teeth’. For more read the second part of sharp teeth coming tomorrow.
<< Part 1
Kinktober 2020
Dean’s POV
Eternity. I smile at the word leaving my girls' lips.
The moment she drank from her now-dead husband she was doomed to be mine – for eternity.
My former self, the hunter, and loyal brother would be ashamed of what I became but after months with my mate, my partner in crime – I can’t find it in me to care.
“What about him?” Y/N whispers, body pressed close to mine. She always seeks my closeness since I turned her. It’s the bond we formed months ago drawing her to me like a moth to the flame.
“Or the girl in the corner,” my girl purrs. “She watched what’s mine the whole night.” There is an edge in my girl’s voice, and I know, she wants to feast on the girl.
“She came with three guys and two girls, baby girl. If we kill her, they will look for her. We agreed to not rock the boat too much,” Y/N nods, still, I can see the disappointment in her eyes. “We can mark her and get that little bitch later.”
My girl smirks, a dark look in her beautiful eyes. “I want her later, Dean,” I can tell, my cock just got harder at her words. “Can we make her scream, baby?” My girl coos, batting her eyelashes. Y/N is a wild beast, dangerous and strong but sometimes, she likes to play the innocent girl.
“We can, sweetheart. Now let’s find an easier prey for tonight and later, we will get the girl for staring at me,” I push her against the wall, roughly claiming her lips. I kiss her hard, drawing blood as I sink my teeth into the lower lip. “We will…”
Bloody runs down my girl’s lips and I follow the crimson droplets with my greedy eyes. We feasted tonight on the guy who dared to ogle my girl. It was my time to choose the victim and I choose him.
We killed him fast. Unlike other vampires, we don’t play with our food. I can’t hide we become playful now and then, toy with someone who pissed us off but most of the time, we do it fast, precise, almost painless.
“He tasted like a loser,” Y/N whines. “I want to taste someone sweeter,” She has a devilish grin on her lips and I know, she has something evil in mind when she looks up at me like an angel with bloody lips. “I want her…”
“We talked about it, Y/N. She’s got a son and,” my girl pouts, hands cupping my face she looks up at me, pleadingly. “Don’t you love me, Dean?” God, that woman can make me do the evilest things only by batting her eyelashes. “Please, baby.”
“I guess we will visit Lisa tonight, babycakes. Now be good and let’s have a shower,” I press my lips to hers, licking the blood off her soft pillows. “I can still smell him on you. He touched what’s mine.”
“You showed him I’m yours when you fucked me in front of his dying body,” my girl grins, revealing bloody teeth. “I think he got stiff when you filled me up so good.”
“You’re so bad for me,” she hums melodically, looks up at me as if I’m the sun and I can see a flashback play in front of my eyes. Y/N holding my hand, giving me that warm smile she used to wear, now it’s cold and I need to shrug the memory off.
I’m the bad guy in this story after all…
She runs. Oh-what a festival of fear, screams, and pleas Lisa offers to my girl. She hides in her bedroom, the room I used to fuck her in. I can hear her breathing and smell the urine run down her legs.
“Not sexy Lis,” I sing-song before I kick the door open. “Don’t worry, we will take care of Ben,” oh, you should see the fear in her eyes at my words.
“I will have so much fun with you tonight,” Y/N pushes my ex-girlfriend on the bed, and I snatch her wrists to pin her hands above her head. My girl enjoys every moment of Lisa’s defeat before she leans over her latest victims’ body to lick the tears off her face.
“Relax, Lisa. You will taste so much better when you are scared. Y/N will make it fast,” I look at my girl who reveals her beautiful teeth to Lisa, “right babycakes?”
“Let me have my fun, Dean,” Y/N scolds and my heart aches. My creation, the new Y/N is mad at me and I don’t like it one bit. “You promised I can play with her for a bit longer than usual,” I sigh deeply but agree in the end. “I wanna see the light in her eyes fade.”
My girl's bloodthirst should scare me. Not even I are that cruel to toy with my prey but Y/N, she likes to scare her victims before she feasts on them.
“Please…I got a son,” a slap silences Lisa’s pleas and I scold my girl to not waste her blood.
“You stole Dean from me! I should've had your life, not you! You owe me a life!” Y/N screams, suddenly retreating from the bed. Her eyes turn normal again and I can see the struggle all over her face.
A new-born vampire is still connected to its past, which means flashbacks and memories will make the killing harder. At least for me.
“Y/N, calm,” I let go of Lisa to calm my girl, but she slaps my hands away, shaking her head furiously. “Y/N, sweetheart.”
“Y…you made me like this,” tears run down my girl’s cheeks when I reach out for her once again. “I had a life, a husband.” The struggle gets worse and I need to bite my wrist to feed Y/N with my blood. It calms her to taste me, so I let her drink from me instead of Lisa.
“I know, and I’m sorry, sweetheart,” I whispers, running my hand over her back to soothe Y/N. “We will go home, okay. We just need to finish…” the door to the bedroom bursts open and I see someone I never thought I’ll meet again.
“SAM?” something is off with my brother. His scent is so strong it makes my nose scrunch up and his eyes, fuck his eyes are glowing like mine. “Leave or you’ll be next.”
Sam puffs his chest when I shove Y/N behind my back. “I’m warning you, Sammy. I can’t be saved. I drank from Y/N,” Sam’s eyes sparkle when he steps closer to me. He looks at me, expectantly, before his large hand wraps around my throat to slam me into the wall.
Fuck, I struggle against Sam’s inhuman strength and just now I see his glowing eyes and sharp teeth.
“We need to be fast. The neighbors called the cops, Dean. Let’s clean this mess,” Sam snarls in my direction before he looks at my girl. “You don’t have to kill people, Dean. Not only you changed, but I did also, whilst I had to hunt on my own. I got bitten months ago, I’m an alpha now, a werewolf,” I laugh at Sam’s words, giving my baby brother a dirty grin.
“I guess this means we are a family of monsters now,” a howl escapes my brothers’ lips as I wrap my hand around his wrist. “Let’s end this here and now. She can’t tell anyone what she saw,” I want to fulfill my promise to my girl, but she shakes her head.
Y/N crawls onto the bed. Unlike minutes ago, she softly coos something into Lisa’s ear before she bends Lisa’s mind to her will.
“You had a nightmare, Lisa. You never met anyone called Dean Winchester. There was no vampire in your room nor a werewolf. The reason you peed your pants is that you drank too much. Now be good and sleep,” I smirk at my girl’s powers. She learned so much in such a short amount of time.
“Back to business, Dean. I got to be somewhere else,” I nod, looking up at my monstrous brother. “I think I found my mate and need to get her, Dean. Will you help me?”
“Let’s get your girl, bitch,” I grin, watching my girl hug Sam from behind. “We need to make sure my brother can fuck too.”
“Romantic as always brother,” Y/N snickers at my brother’s words before she pats his back. “Let’s get my girl, jerk…”
Wincest Headcanon #76 Dean pushed Sam against the brick wall of the building they had just left, his mouth moving along Sam's throat, he could hear Sam's pulse raise and moaned softly, feeling his teeth decend, 'not yet', he thought, he pressed his lips to Sam's neck and sucked
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