Finnick Odair X Reader

Finnick Odair x reader

And I fell to the ground… I couldn't discerned the environment around me as my eyes could barely stay open due to the sun's rays.

Not far from where I lay helpless, there was the body of the tribute from the second district, without his head.

The fight had been to the death and that feeling of numbness, caused by I don't know what, hadn't helped me at all. I don't even know how I managed to raise my sword, since I was on my knees in front of him partially unable to breathe, and manage to complete a blow that managed to decapitate him.

Before entering the arena I would never have considered myself capable of carrying out such an atrocious action, but once you’re inside you can't wait to leave, but in my case dying was not allowed: my family is waiting for me at home, the last wish of a little girl from the seventh district was “Please, live your life for me too”, and lastly I promised someone that I would come back for him.

15 days ago

“Don't you dare leave me alone, there, without you. I'm begging you, darling. I can't live without you anymore.” My hand caresses his cheek; he is sitting in a chair with his arms around my waist.

“Finnick, you were a wonderful experience…”

“You were everything, you are everything.” His hands caress my back; I approach his lips and kiss them.

“I'll do anything for you, Y/n. My sweet girl, my sweet Y/n…”

“But please, not that… I don't want you to do that kind of things, Finn. Please, I wouldn’t forgive myself if you give yourself to someone who doesn't deserve you, neither your body. You’re gold… they don't deserve you.”

“And I don't deserve you, my love. I don't deserve you..."

“Don’t say shit… instead take me, Finn. Take me in your arms until the sun rises…”

“I was wanting for it for all this time, Y/n…”

We moved to the bed where we remained until the next day, the day we would have to separate without the certainty of being able to see each other again.

He was lying on his back and I was with my head on his chest.

“I think I love, Y/n.” I didn't react to those words; I didn't move an inch. I couldn't say I loved him because tomorrow I won't wake up knowing that he will be by my side but knowing that tomorrow will be either a goodbye or a see you later...

“Finnick…” I whisper softly and with a trembling voice.

“It's okay, honey. I said I think I love you… I'm not sure, yet.” His little laugh penetrated my heart… «I do love you» this was all I wanted to tell him but I wasn't brave enough.

Before it was too late, they took me from the arena and I was brought back to the Capitol, fresh as a rose: they had washed and restored every single remnant of the island, as if those 15 days had never happened.

My head stopped spinning, my eyes could see clearly again, my belly was intact again...

“We're here,” a woman informed me.

I stood up and felt neither fatigue nor pain, yet my right leg was torn until a few hours ago.

When the door of the plane opened, I almost rushed down, looking only for those sea green eyes that have encouraged me several times even from afar.

We had landed right on the roof of the building where I had been staying in the days before the Hunger Games.

As soon as I looked out of the plane's steps, a voice shouted my name.

“Yn!”

I turned towards his voice and saw him: a Greek God, breathtakingly beautiful, looking only in my direction.

I started running, feeling the need to throw myself into his arms.

How I missed… my mentor. Even if within a few days he had become something more and I had only understood it in the arena, when at the end of my strength his gifts fell from the sky, always accompanied by a note: “you're doing great, honey. ” “Keep fighting, sweet girl.” “Survive, baby.”

Every time I've got his messages I couldn't help but smile like a child.

Finally the meters separated us disappeared and I was finally in the safest place I could wish for: in the arms of Finnick Odair.

“Thanks, Finnick. You saved my life..." I whispered against his chest: his hands were one around my hips and the other immersed in my hair.

“No, you saved my life by winning that fucking game. How could I live without you?” He said leaving a kiss on my forehead. I lifted my head from his chest and looked into his eyes: beautiful but a little shiny.

“Finnick…”

“Yes, honey?” His hand moves to my check.

“I'm glad you're here.”

“Always, baby. I will always be by your side from now on, Y/n, I promise.”

Our embrace melted after a while, his hand took hold of mine and we went inside.

“Would you like to spend the night with me?” He said hesitantly, his confidence had disappeared: and he was only acting like that because he didn't want to force me to do anything.

“Of course, I wanna be with you tonight and the days after tomorrow and the day after that and the day after that… forever, Finnick.” A dazzling smile lit up his face: his lips placed a kiss on my hand which he held tightly in his.

“I love you, Y/n. You don't know how much.” My heart melted and I pulled him close to me, wrapping my arms around him. But he, with incredible speed, lifted me off my feet, placing my legs around his hips.

“You're coming into my room tonight, little girl.” Whisper in my ear “You want this, right?” I nodded. There was nowhere else I wanted to be but with him…

So I was carried into his room.

“Would you like me to kiss you?” He wisher and all I knew was that all my body was going on fire.

“Finnick, I'm yours, do to me what you want, I love you.” And this was the phrase of affirmation that man, as beautiful as the sun, needed to free himself from all that tension that he had to endure in those long days.

His lips ran down on my neck licking and sucking it. His hands reached up and unhooked my bra from over the sweatshirt I was wearing. My hands slid under his shirt, lifting it up, revealing his defined muscles.

“Do you like what you're seeing?” My response was only a muffled moan which, however, made him more excited.

While he continued to kiss my neck, he pressed me against the wall, I couldn't breathe: my desire for him was palpable and he was eager to have... me.

I took off my shirt and he threw away my bra, taking one breast in his hand: he squeezed it and rubbed his finger against the already swollen nipple.

Our mouths were one inside the other, and with his tongue he was devouring me: he sucked my lower lip, bit it and I tried to keep up with him but it was useless... I wasn't on his level.

Suddenly from the wall I found myself lying on the bed with Finnick pulling down my pants... caressing every inch of skin that he discovered little by little.

Once the trousers were off, he threw them across the room. He returned to my lips, careful to make his cock touch, hard, against my vagina.

I started lifting my pelvis moving it left and right, feeling his erection getting bigger and bigger.

“Careful, darling…” Finnick grunted, lifting his head and my movements became faster.

A guttural moan escaped him from those lips on which I rushed to devour them. His fingers reached the elastic of the panty and snapped it.

“Beg me…” And I wasn't even able to breathe let alone talking.

“Finnick, I want you, please…” with his palm he rubbed me underneath and I opened my legs more. I wanted every single part of my body.

He walked away from me, undid his belt, and took off his pants and boxers. He came back on me, leaving a nice mark on my collarbone as I raised my pelvis to touch his member.

“Stay down, Y/n.”

“Finnick…” his name was like a prayer, a cry addressed to him to speed up the process… but he didn't seem to care about my inability to hold back any longer. I've been dreaming about this moment for weeks and he was making me suffer before satisfying me, filling me up.

His cock moved away from the center of my legs and Finnick positioned himself right there.

“Let's see..." his finger traced a vertical line from bottom to top. "How wet you are, good girl." His head lowered and the contact of his hot tongue against my wetness made a cry escape my mouth...

“Yes, baby, let me hear you…” he said making me vibrate. He pinched my clit with his teeth and my hand dipped into his hair, pushing him closer and closer.

After exploring the entire area with his tongue, he began to make circular movements: fast, insatiable.

“Finnick…”

Between various moans and whispers of his name, I felt his finger entering me.

“Honey, you're so tight…” he said this time raising his head.

“I love it…” he smirked and started to move his finger up and down, curling it. Meanwhile, with the other hand he took care of the clit: rubbing and pinching it.

“More…” I wishered.

“As you want.” He put his middle finger to his lips. “Will you do it for me?” I nodded and took him between my lips, sliding my tongue along the length of him.

“Nice technique, love.” He smirked and finally I had two fingers of him in me.

I could easily come if he will keep going like that…

“Fin, please, I’m… close.” Another prayer came out of my lips. He just smiled and, finally, removed his fingers and brought his cock against my entrance.

It was so big, so bulky. I wasn't even sure if I could have him in me.

“Tell me to stop if it's too much painful…”

I wasn't scared at all, even if that was my first time and he knew it, all that I wanted was him.

Finally I felt his length in me, he entered slowly and his movements were the softest. As my walls adapted to his presence, he increased the intensity of the movements and I began to accompany them with my hips. And just when we reached a certain speed, my body contracted with numerous shocks and I came between moans and crying of his name.

As soon as my juice wet his member I saw a sparkle in his eyes and his movements became harder, more violent. My fingers gripped his back and I screamed his name over and over again. We both moaned and my legs trembled, but he didn't seem to get tired, in fact his movements, accompanied by the squirm due to the fact that I had come, were more and more violent but I didn't want him to stop, on the contrary...

Suddenly he exploded inside me, making me arch my back and fall my head onto the bed; filling me with him.

He fell on top of me, still inside me.

Our breaths were ragged and both our bodies were hot, quivering.

We didn't say a word until we were clear again.

Yes he slipped out from inside me and dropped onto the bed. His hand slipped underneath me and turned me onto my side.

“Are you okay?” He asked me gently and in a way that I just adored.

“I feel epic.” He laughed and that sound was all I needed to be happy.

“I love you, Finnick Odair.”

“I love you too, my loudest girl.”

Dean Winchester x reader

Summary: After a terrible hunt, in which Y/n almost sacrifice herself to save Dean’s life, he is pretty much angry with her.

“You’re so stupid! Have you ever think sometimes in your entire life?” Dean yells while he’s driving. “Come on Dean, leave her alone…” Sam tries to make his brother calm down but he is pretty much nervous right now. We are in the Impala and we are all injured: Sam has a bullet in his shoulder, Dean’s face is been pushed, and I had a dagger right in my stomach. I jumped in front of Dean just before the demon stabbed him.

“Yeah, come on, let’s go in hell!” Dean shouts to Sam. “I can’t believe it… why you have to do that every fucking time!” He looks at me through the driving mirror. “Dean… please, I can’t handle that right now…” I say slowly and that makes him more upset. “You could die!” “Yeah, I know but I’m not dead!” At this words Dean hits the steering wheel making me gasp. “This time! And the others damn times when you didn’t dead, thanks I don’t what, but you’ll do it if you keep with your suicide mission!”

“Dean, leave her alone. Just drive to the motel and shout up. She doesn’t need it now. I know she was a complete asshole but luckily she is alive. We are alive.” Sam turns toward me and squeezes my hand smiling. I whisper a “thank you” because Dean doesn’t say a word back, really he doesn’t say anything until we arrive at the motel.

After Dean parks the car, he and Sam help me out of the car. “Are you sure you don’t need to go to the hospital?” Deans asks to me holding me, I look in his eyes “I need just a little rest…”. “You need more that just a little rest.”

We enter in our room and I lean on the bed, Sam goes to take ours bags from the car and Dean goes to the bathroom.

“Um, I think we should see how the injury is.” Sam says and Dean comes out of the bathroom instantly and moves closer to the bed. I nod and lift my sweater.

“I really think you need stitches.” Sam says and I cover my face with the pillow. “Do it.” Sam nods and goes to take our emergency kit.

“Now you’re scared?” Dean say with sarcasm. “Dean, I’m jaded to hear you say the same things every time! Would you like to get the dagger? I can’t understand wha do you want. You were in danger and I did the same thing that you and Sam would do if that would happen to me!” I yell at him all in once, he looks at me with wide eyes and I can say that if I wasn’t injured he would eat me alive. After a moment to calm himself he takes my hand. “I care too much for you and every damn time I see you injured I blame myself because I didn’t look after you and that’s kill me. I don’t wanna lose you…” he whispers sitting next to me. We look in the eyes and I pull him over me in the hug I know he needs.

“I need you…” he says and I hold him closer to me. “I need you more than ever… I can’t lose you.” The tears, I was trying to keep, start to drop on his shoulder silently.

“Dean, you never gonna lose me. I will stay with you forever and ever because… you’re everything I have. I lo…” He takes my face into his hands and pull his lips against mine. The kiss is gentle, soft… sweet. “I love you, Y/n” and he kisses me once more “I love you” another kiss “I can’t live without you” and he pulls me into his chest.

“Y/n, if you only knew for how much I was dreaming to kiss you, you wouldn’t believe me.” And a soft laugh came out of his mouth.

“Ok, Y/n, I’m here. Are you ready?” Sam arrives with the most scaring thing that I know, needle… I squeeze myself more into Dean. “I will be here, sweetheart.” Dean says all smiling. “I promise I don’t gonna hurt you.” Sam tries to reassure me.

After the most painful hour of my life Sam ended his jobs and went to do a shower, so it’s me and Dean another time. Alone.

“Where we were? Hm… yes, I was kissing you!” Dean smirks and come closer. And we let's start kissing again. This time the kiss is more passionate; his hands explore my body. Then his lips go away from mine and descend to the neck where he focused kissing and sucking there where, surely, I will find the memory of this. Meanwhile, his hands touch my breast and I can hear the nipples become turgid. "Dean ..." My hands slide under his shirt and feel the contact with his hot skin. I wrap his waist with my legs and he starts caressing them up and down. I can fell the desire growing more and more. I can feel that Dean is trying to control himself because of my stitches. “I need you right now.” He say between sights.

“How you’re feeling, Y/n? Oh… sorry, I didn’t…” As me and Dean hear Sam getting out of the bathroom we move away from each other. “Relax, Sammy, we’re dressed. Me and you will finish this another time.” He leans toward me to kiss mommy forehead and after a little wink to his brother he closes himself in the bathroom.

“So? Finally you and him?” Sam asked and I nod smiling.

Dean Winchester x reader

Summery: you and Sam are happily together but one night Dean gets drunk and he finds himself confesses his love for you.

«Dean, I think you drank too much tonight.» I say grabbing his hand before he could take another sip from his drink.

«Do you have in mind something greater than drink? ‘Cause if you do, please tell me.» Dean uses an ironic tone. I roll my eyes. He bites his lips.

«I love getting on your nerves, you know? You damn sexy when you’re upset…» his hand goes on my cheek and caresses it with his thumb.

I don’t understand what is going on, why he is doing that… yes, he was always kind to me but not that much.

«Dean…» he shakes his head.

«Just a few moments… please.» he says and I nod.

«Are you okay?» I ask him looking in his eyes. «I mean, apart everything strange and scary and…» he talks before I can finish my sentence.

«No, I’m not okay.» When he says it I notice the sadness on his face.

«Would you like to tell me what is wrong?» I smile at him, and Dean does a little smirk.

«I could never ask you that. I can’t even say it aloud.» his hand’s still on my face.

«What’s up? You’re scaring me.» he smiles and takes his hand off my face.

«When I look at you all I think is “I can’t do that”, you know? Because you’re Sammy’s. But, god, I wish you were mine.» he turns around and gets off the bar while I stay there, paralysed.

He just said that he wants me? I take my jacket and go after him.

Dean stands against his car, with the hands in his pockets and the head low.

«What was that?» I ask almost yelling.

«Calm yourself, sweetheart. I’m drunk. I don’t know what I’m saying.» he says without watching me.

«You know I’m with Sam, right?» He rolls his eyes and does a grin.

«Yes, I know. And you don’t make me forget about it even for a damn minute. How many times you moan his name when he fucks you? When he takes you in the shower? When he kisses your neck? Have you ever think I could hear you? Or maybe that turn you on more and more?» he comes closer to me and makes me push against the Impala. He is in front of me with his arms at the sides of my body.

«How many times I had to stay out of the room because you two were making out and all I could think was “Damn it, I wanna be the one who fucks her.” But no, you choose Sam… the big hot nerd. And what about me?»

He kisses my neck, really he is sucking my skin.

«Dean… stop.» I say but I understand, from my tone, I don’t mean it.

«Tell me you love Sam… I dare you.» his hands explore my body and one of them stops at my thing. He grabs it and push it to make his room to my vagina. He touches me there and, even if my jeans are on, I feel wet.

«Dean…» I whisper.

«Yes, moan my name darling.» His hand slips under my shirt and unhook my bra.

«Would you like to continue in the car or I have to take you right there?» he whispers in my ear. I’m not able to talk, I feel the passion grows in me.

«I’m with Sam…» I say in a whisper.

«You want me.» while he’s saying these words he grabs my chin, lifting my face.

«I want you…» he kisses my lips. His tongue opens my mouth strongly, but I don’t step back, instead I kiss him back. My hand is lost in his hair pushing him closer. His hands unbutton my jeans and he opens the car door.

We enter in the Impala, he is over me.

«Now, Y/n, you’re mine.» he says firmly and I nod.

«I’m yours.» He smirks and winks.

«Yes, you are.» He lowers over me pulling me off my shirt and my bra. He grabs one of my boobs with his hand, squeezing it tight, meanwhile he takes in his lips the nipple of the other.

My hands reach his jeans to unbutton it, but he stops me.

«I’ll tell you when it’s time. Just enjoy it.»

He returns to his work on my boobs, but I wanna more so I lift my hips against him.

«Please, Dean…» he bites my nipple making me moan and, finally, he lowers on my pants.

He touches me.

«You have wet your panty… good girl.»

Without taking off my underwear, he rubs my clit and I help the movement by moving me against her finger.

He finally takes it off and puts his finger in the middle of it. He licks it.

«Delicious... I think Sam likes it. Have you ever tasted you?» I shake my head.

«What a shame. You should do that, you’re so good.»

Then he opens my legs a little more and pulls his tongue against my pussy licking it.

«Dean…» I moan when he bites my clit. He makes his tongue goes round and round while he stinks his finger in my sex.

«I have to say it, you squeeze so tight. I like it.»

«Another…» I moan for more.

He sticks out his finger, takes off his jeans and his pants and enters inside me.

The both of us moan at the same time and he starts to move his hips. He pushes himself inside me more and more, I follow his movement.

«Dean I’m…» I say in a wisher, I feel so high and full… his pushes become stronger.

I come all over his sex but he doesn’t stop.

«Oh, you’re amazing.» I say while he continues to push. I want him to be pleased like I am so I make him come closer to so he’s almost lying over me. I wrap his waist with my legs and he grabs my back. I take off his shirt and I kiss him on the lips, neck, shoulder, chest, everywhere.

«I’m close…» he says and I squeeze his sex tighter. When he tries to get off of me to come and keep him strongly against me.

«Y/n, I can’t…»

«I want you inside of me.» He comes and all of him fill me completely.

We stay for a little like this then I lift up getting out of me.

We look at each other without saying a word then we dress up.

When we have done and the high was gone, I feel terrible.

«Dean…» I try to say something but nothing comes out of my mouth.

«I don’t judge you. I’m not thinking about you betray my brother with me, all I’m thinking is that this was the best night of my life.»

rest your eyes [castiel x reader]

synopsis: you can't sleep so castiel helps you

a/n: i am sick with covid and have been rewatching supernatural with my boo. castiel was literally my second crush ever, and i missed him so much, so i decided to write something (based on the fact i'm an insomniac who would totally sleep on an angel if offered)

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It wasn’t supposed to be like this. 

It was supposed to go: hunting a monster in the woods and returning to some dingy motel that Dean found at the end of the day. Instead, the chase led you and the rest of the squad so deep into the woods that it was wiser to set up camp than try and trek back to civilization. The camp included a rock outcropping to protect from the weather, a shitty fire, and a lack of comfortable sleeping arrangements. Sam and Dean were used to sleeping on almost anything so they could pass out immediately. You, on the other hand, had insomnia sleeping in a regular bed and knew you were going to struggle to fall asleep with nothing more than the moss covering the ground. 

Castiel didn’t sleep, so he was keeping watch. You had your jacket balled up as a pillow under your head, and instead of closing your eyes and trying to encourage rest in your body, you were staring at Cas through thick lashes. He looked up at the sky, a serene expression on his face like he was thinking about what each star meant. The light from the fire flickered across his cheekbones, the bridge of his nose, even his cupid’s bow. Sometimes, you were struck by just how beautiful he was, like some Greek artists, the idea of the perfect man, sculpted to perfection and thrown at your feet for just you to enjoy. You wondered how you ended up so lucky to be blessed with his presence. 

“Why do humans enjoy looking at the stars?” Castiel asks you in a soft voice to not rouse Sam and Dean. You should’ve guessed that he would notice that you were awake.

“I think…it’s nice to think about things far away from your own life,” you hum, giving up on your rock bed and sitting up, brushing leaves and other debris out of your hair. Cas looks at you, the blue in his eyes a shifting kaleidoscope from the dancing lights around you. “And the concept of stars is beautiful,” you sighed, curling your legs up and under. Cas tilted his head at that, brows slightly furrowed. It was your favorite expression on him. 

“Stars are just clouds of gas and light,” Castiel answers. 

“But they’ve traveled thousands of light years to reach us, even if they don’t realize it,” you smile, your eyes tracing the path of various constellations. You can feel Cas’ gaze, but don’t dare look over. Looking into Cas’ eyes is falling headfirst into an abyss you didn’t prepare for. 

“I like that,” Castiel exclaims, a hint of a smile on his lips. “That’s a…human way of looking at it.”

“I am human,” you chuckle.

“Yes, you are,” he resumes, staring at the stars. It’s silent again; the only sound is the crackling of the fire and your breaths. Sometimes, the quiet is interrupted by Sam’s snoring, but you don’t mind. Your boys deserve the rest. 

“Why aren’t you sleeping?” Castiel inquires.

“It’s hard for me to sleep, especially out here,” you say, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. Castiel looks troubled by that statement like he is personally responsible for your ability to sleep. “When I was little, sometimes my Mom would put me in the car and drive me around in circles, singing or telling stories until I passed out.” You remember fondly, smiling a little to yourself. “I don’t think the ground is as comfortable as a car seat, though.”

“Would you like me to tell you a story?” Castiel asks. “If you need a pillow…you can use me.” He looks slightly uncomfortable, and the tips of his ears turn red, making you grin. He never fails to be adorable when he wants to be, and you know he’s offering out of the goodness of his heart. Still, the ID part of your brain is brainstorming all the ways he could profess his love for you, something that you stamp down as you shuffle over to him. He leans his back against one of the rock walls, stretching his legs out. He had already removed his trench coat, offering it to you as a blanket. It was large enough to swallow you and smelled precisely like Castiel in a way you wanted to remember for the rest of your life. You took your makeshift pillow and set it on his lap, laying your head there and curling up under his arm, which he hesitantly rested on your shoulder. You knew you had to coax your ever-beating heart to calm down if you were ever going to sleep, but it was hard when you were lying on the lap of an angel you had a crush on. Still, Castiel was a gentleman who didn’t do anything to make you uncomfortable. 

“What’s your story?” you ask, voice small as you close your eyes and relax your body. 

“Early before humans won the race for my Father’s next creation, there was a pool going on for what Earth’s next great invention would be…”

Castiel’s voice, in its low timbre, started to lull you to sleep as you listened to his story. You liked listening to him talk, and he occasionally added funny anecdotes that would make you smile. You started tuning out of the story, instead focusing on the warmth from his lap, the smell of the open air and him, and especially how his fingers had started to absentmindedly stroke shapes on your arm. Eventually, you were pulled into a deep sleep, lingering in that space where you were only slightly conscious but not awake. That space was the only way you could feel Castiel petting your hair, brushing his fingers down your scalp to your neck and back to your shoulder. Even in your dreams that night, you swear you could feel his weight everywhere. 

You slept peacefully, without interruption, the whole night. Until morning, when the sound of voices roused you from your slumber.

“...did you get a girl in your lap?” Dean asked, sounding incredulous. 

“She is not in my lap. She is lying on half of my lap,” Castiel answered, ever the stickler for exact estimates. You could hear Dean’s groan and sarcastic retort. 

“Can you shut up? I’m trying to sleep?” you mumbled, screwing your eyes shut and pushing your face more profoundly into your pillow-jacket-thing. 

“C’mon, Sleeping Beauty, time to go hunting,” Dean called out. You let out a curse word, relaxing as you felt Castiel pat your head reassuringly. 

“You are much more Sleeping Beauty than I am,” you responded, finally opening your eyes to the daylight but not making a move to get up. Eventually, you realized you’d have to move, so you begrudgingly sat up, cracking your neck as you did so. “Thanks for the story, Cas,” you said, averting eye contact with the angel to avoid him seeing the light flush on your cheeks. You gave him back his coat, and he kindly removed a twig that got stuck in your sweater. 

“Did you sleep alright?” he inquired. You thought back to it and realized that for the first time in years, you slept through the whole night. 

“Yeah, I… slept well.” 

With that, Castiel smiled and helped you up. You were more alert on a hunt than you had been in a long time, all because a particular angel helped you achieve the best sleep of your life.

Dean Winchester x reader

Summery: you and Sam are happily together but one night Dean gets drunk and he finds himself confesses his love for you.

«Dean, I think you drank too much tonight.» I say grabbing his hand before he could take another sip from his drink.

«Do you have in mind something greeter than drink? ‘Cause if you do, please tell me.» Dean uses an ironic tone. I roll my eyes. He bites his lips.

«I love getting on your nerves, you know? You’re damn sexy when you’re upset…» his hand goes on my cheek and caresses it with his thumb.

I don’t understand what is going on, why he is doing that… yes, he was always kind to me but not that much; well maybe he is just drunk.

«Dean…» he shakes his head.

«Just a few moments… please.» he says and I nod.

«Are you okay?» I ask him looking in his eyes. «I mean, apart everything strange and scary and…» he talks before I can finish my sentence.

«No, I’m not okay.» When he says it I notice the sadness on his face.

«Would you like to tell me what is wrong?» I smile at him, and Dean does a little smirk.

«I could never ask you that. I can’t even say it aloud.» his hand’s still on my face.

«What’s up? You’re scaring me.» he smiles and takes off his hand of my face.

«When I look at you all I think is “I can’t do that”, you know? Because you’re Sammy’s. But, god, I wish you were mine.» he turns around and gets off the bar while I stay there, paralysed.

He just said that he wants me? I take my jacket and go after him.

Dean stands against his car, with the hands in his pockets and the head low.

«What was that?» I ask almost yelling.

«Calm yourself, sweetheart. I’m drunk. I don’t know what I’m saying.» he says without watching me.

«You know I’m with Sam, right?» He rolls his eyes and does a grin.

«Yes, I know. And you don’t make me forget about it even for a damn minute. How many times you moan his name when he fucks you? When he takes you in the shower? When he kisses your neck? Have you ever think about I could hear you? Or maybe that turn you on more and more?» he come closer to me and makes me push against the Impala. He is in front of me with his arms at the sides of my body.

«How many times I had to stay out of the room because you two were making out and all I could think was “Damn it, I wanna be the one who fucks her.” But no, you choose Sam… the big bad nerd. And what about me?»

He kisses my neck, really he is sucking my skin.

«Dean… stop.» I say but I understand, from my tone, I don’t mean it.

«Tell me you love Sam… I dare you.» his hands explore my body and one of them stops at my thigh. He grabs it and push it to make his room to my vagina. He touches me there and, even if my jeans are on, I fell wet.

«Dean…» I whisper.

«Yes, moan my name darling.» His hand slips under my shirt and unhook my bra.

«Would you like to continue in the car or I have to take you right there?» he whisper at my ear. I’m not able to talk, I feel the passion grows in me.

«I’m with Sam…» I say in a whisper.

«You want me.» while he’s saying this words he grabs my chin lifting my face.

«I want you…» he kisses my lips. His tongue opens my mouth strongly but I don’t step back, instead I kiss him back. My hand is lost in his hair pushing him closer. His hands unbutton my jeans and he opens the car door.

We enter in the Impala, he is over me.

«Now, Y/n, you’re mine.» he says firmly and I nod.

«I’m yours.» He smirks and winks.

«Yes, you are.» He lowers over me pulling me off my shirt and my bra. He grabs one of my boobs with his hand squeezing it tight, meanwhile he takes in his lips the nipple of the other.

My hands reach his jeans to unbutton it but he stops me.

«I’ll tell you when it’s time. Just enjoy it.»

He returns on his job on my boobs but I wanna more so I lift my hips against him.

«Please, Dean…» he bites my nipple making me moan and lowers on my pants.

He touches me.

«You have wet your panty… good girl.»

Without taking off my underwear he rubs my clit and I help the movement by moving me against his finger.

He finally takes it off and puts his finger in the middle of it. He licks it.

«Delicious... I think Sam likes it. Have you ever tasted you?» I shake my head.

«What a shame. You should do that, you’re so good.»

Then he opens my legs a little more and pulls his tongue against my pussy licking it.

«Dean…» I moan when he bites my clit. He makes his tongue goes round and round while he stinks his finger in my sex.

«I have to say it, you squeeze so tight. I like it.»

«more…» I moan for more.

He sticks out his finger, takes off his jeans and his pants and enters inside me.

The both of us moan at the same time and he starts to move his hips. He pushes himself inside me more and more, I follow his movement.

«Dean I’m…» I say in a wisher, I feel so high and full… his pushes become more strong.

I come all over his sex but he doesn’t stop.

«Oh, you’re amazing.» I say while he continues to push. I want him to be pleased like I am so I make him come closer to so he’s almost lying over me. I wrap his waist with my legs and he grabs my back. I take off his shirt and I kiss him at the lips, neck, shoulder, chest, everywhere.

«I’m close…» he says and I squeeze his sex tighter. When he tries to get off of me to come and keep him strongly against me.

«Y/n, I can’t…»

«I want you inside of me.» He comes and all of him fill me completely.

We stay for a little like this then he lift up getting out of me.

We look at each other without saying a word then we dress up.

When we have done and the high was gone, I feel terrible.

«Dean…» I try to say something but nothing come out of my mouth.

«I don’t judge you. I’m not thinking about you betraying my brother with me, all I’m thinking is that this was the best night of my life.»

Dean Winchester x Reader

Not a boring life

«Are you listening to me? Dean.» Castiel puts his hand on my shoulder .

«I was thinking… you can read minds, don’t you?» Castiel looks at me.

«Yes, I can. Why?»

«The son of a bitch of that fucking angel made me see a reality in 6 years from now and… Sam had become his vassal, and Y/n was with him. They were, I mean… together. Besides, the devil told me I would lose her because he offered her something I can never give her. I know there’s a chance he’ll take Sam, but her?»

In my mind, I relive that damn moment a hundred of times: Sam, who isn’t Sammy anymore, possessed by the devil and Y/n who is at his side and he caressed her! That drives me crazy.

«So?» Castiel asks.

«Read Y/n’s mind, see if you can find something that she has lost or someone. Maybe she desires something more than anything.»

«Wouldn’t be better if you ask her?»

«Wouldn’t be better if you do what I asked you and don’t say a thing?!» he nods and disappears.

2 minutes later

«Done.»

«Oh, you’re already back.» I lean against the wall.

«So, what is her biggest secret?» I say funny but Castiel looks at me with a serious, too much seriousness, face.

«She lost her family: her dad died of a cancer when she was young and then her mother and her brother died in a car accident five years ago.» He tells me the story, and I see in his eyes the sadness.

«is there anything else? Why do you have that face?»

« I saw her feeling, Dean. It was distressing to see her memories, devastating to live them I guess. Besides it was hard to find those memories, it was like she erased them. She was alone most the time of her life. A child growing up too fast. But when she lost her mom and her brother in a car accident, she was in the car but she survived. She spent months to recovery, she wanted die with them...»

«She wanted to die? Why she didn’t tell me nothing?»

«Calm yourself, Dean, she has her reasons.»

«Yeah, and she can talk to me! I could help her.»

«Don’t you understand, Dean? She can’t even think about it… losing before her father, then all the rest of her family. Y/n just wants…»

«What?» Castiel and I turn around and see Y/n at the door. She just looked at Castiel, though.

«Cass, say that is not what I’m thinking…» Cass looks down at his feet.

«Why did you do that?» Her eyes begin to fill with tears.

«I’m sorry, Y/n…» Cass says.

«Why did you do that? Why are you talking to him about it?» Her breath becomes irregular. I approach her, but she immediately backs up.

«I wanna an answer Cass! Why did you do that?» Y/n yells at him. Cass’s embarrassment is evident.

«I asked him to do that.» as I said that she slowly turns to me.

«Why…?» I try again to get close to her, but she still backs up.

«That was my life! I had to be the one to tell you that not an angel who can reads minds! Why did you do that?» Y/n yells at me preventing me from approaching her.

«Baby, I asked Cass to do that because I need to know why you in 6 years, you would’ve said yes to the devil… the fucking angel made me see a reality, in 6 years from now, where you and Sam were with Lucifer and I realised I have to make things work differently…»

«Why didn’t you ask me, first?» i try to approach her again but she won’t let me touch her.

«Honey, why didn’t you tell me that? I could help you. I love you, I’m sorry for what you had to live through.»

But these words don’t calm her down, they make her more nervous.

«Yes? What would you have done? Take them back? That is impossible, and all I want is to forget! Forget about everything that has happened to me before this life with you! Sorry for not telling you anything that happens on this or whatever happen before that we met but I can’t…» she makes a pause, then say

«But you didn’t have the right to steal my secrets.» When she finishes talking, she turns and leaves the room.

«Oh, maybe you, Cass, could read my mind so you’ll explain to your friend how I feel right now. Steal this from me too.» She says defiantly to Castiel.

Now I feel guilty for both her and Cass too.

«Y/n, please listen to me…»

«LEAVE ME ALONE!I always respect the fact that you didn’t wanna talk about what fucking happened in the hell and I was okay with that! I never said nothing even when you didn’t wanna explain why you were sad or angry or whatever. Why can’t you do the same with me? Or maybe you could ask me instead…»

«Come on, love, lemme explain…»

«Yeah, no. The only thing that I wanna do is run away from here. Before you destroy everything, with you I never think about that! But you have to know, right? All that matters was that you know.

Don’t follow me, I hate you right now and I don’t wanna even see you.»

These words strike me deeply... but it is true, I never told her what had happened in hell or the shit life I had before meeting her. Yet, she was always by my side when all I needed was a hug.

The sound of the door closing makes me lose my mind.

«Sorry Cass… »I say quickly and I go to the room. Y/n's voice is the only thing I can hear when I look in the mirror and see myself.

I punch the mirror, hurting my hand, then

I throw the TV and lampshades on the ground. Then I take the chair and split it on the dresser...

After completely destroying the room, I sit on the floor leaning against the wall, covering my face with my hands.

I’m tired of always trying to do the right thing to protect the people I love but, no matter what I do, everything has to fuck up!

Every fucking time!

Y/n’s pov

After running until my feet begged me to stop, I sat by a lake.

Dean didn’t have to do this to me, he didn’t have to steal my thoughts. And yet it’s his style. Getting what he wants by any means...

After the last double funeral, I walked out of that house and vowed never to return. All my life, forgetting was the antidote to everything that hurt me.

But even if I try, I can’t forget, and every time these thoughts come back, I get lost.

One year after my mother and brother died, Dean came along, like a bolt from the blue. And damn me falling in love with him... of him, of the life that appeared in front me, of Sam, of hunting.

Not a boring life.

Maybe I exaggerated... the words I said to him definitely hurt him. I pick up the phone and find a message from Dean.

“I’m sorry, I know I fucked up, I know, but please before everything talk to me. Love you.”

I don’t answer the message, but I get up and go back.

I open the front door and go to the kitchen where the light is on.

«It’s very late.» Dean says.

«I’m sorry, I…» as soon as I start talking he turns to me. I see his bloody hands.

«What happen?» This time, I’m getting close to him.

«I’m sorry. I lost my mind. Look Yn, I’m really sorry. But all I wanted to do was keep you safe from Lucifer and I need to know why you would’ve chosen him.»

«I never would choose him.»

«He would promise you to take them back.»Seeing his shiny eyes saddens me and, even all he does, the only thing I wanna do is kiss him.

«This is impossible. And even if this is possible in a certain demoniac way, I don’t care: they are dead and I know that pretty well.»

I love you, Y/n. » Dean smiles and continues

«I know that I love you, sweetheart. I loved you since the first time I saw you. Every time I'm with him, I find myself forgetting all the pain I've endured when we look into each other's eyes.

«Can I touch you? » Dean asks me.

«You have to.» I find myself in his arms in a flash.

«I love you, Dean.» I hear his laugh in my ears. He takes me in his arms and rests me on the kitchen counter, I gird his life with my legs.

«You don’t know how much I love you, Y/n.» He says as he kisses my neck and my hands caress his hair.

«I’m yours…» Dean says.

«And I’m yours, Dean.»

«Say it again, I think I could come.»

«Just like this? I didn’t even touch you there…» He lifts his head from the hollow of my neck and takes my face in his hands.

«You don’t need to touch me to turn me on.» I smile and kiss him on his beautiful lips.

This is all I need to make me feel alive...