Ers // Professor Dean Fic

Erôs // Professor Dean Fic

Professor!Dean x Reader

— An accidental text to your Professor got you into this mess. Now you just had to decide if you wanted to stick along for the ride or go on pretending like it never happened. But why does he have to look at you like that?

Warnings: smut, lots of smut, age difference, language (it’s me), semi-public sex, possible non-con. All chapters will have individual warnings.  Author’s Note: You all can thank @jerkbitchidjitassbutt for supporting this bad habit of mine. 

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Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six 

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve 

Epilogue 

Supernatural 15x20 ‘Carry On’ deleted scene(x)

Imagine when John returns, Dean looks for you but meets a version of you than never met and fell in love with him which hurts him deeply. Only to find out that before it all happened, you were pregnant with his child and had not told him yet.

“I think it’s temporal paradox.” Sam breathed out, only to get a weird look from his brother so he went to elaborate further “We- We pulled dad here from 2003, right?” he got a nod from Dean “So time is self-correcting. Our timeline is changing to this new one.”

“So, what do you mean?” Dean’s eyebrows pulled into a deeper frown

“It means, I think, that if we don’t fix this, then we become those other versions of ourselves. Like, for real.” Sam breathed out motioning with his free hand, a sigh escaping his lips.

“Ok, well, I’m cool but you’re- ugh.” Dean made a face, waving his phone.

“That’s not the point. The point is, if- if all this is different, then what else changed?” he asked with a frown.

“Yeah, and those people didn’t even recognise us. I went in the liquor store and he said he’ never seen me before. If it’s not just affecting our lives but also the people in it and he is just… one of the ones who have forgotten us, what’s next?” Dean blinked, playing with his phone while the frown never left.

“I- I don’t know. I guess it could be… everyone. People we knew? People we did or didn’t save?” he huffed.

“Could be.” Dean nodded his head, muttering “I mean, we did so many things after dad’s death. Met so many people, friends, family, relationships and mo-” but he stopped himself when realization dawned on him and his eyes widened impossibly so. His entire body froze and his blood run cold. “Son of a bitch.” he breathed out in a dead serious and gruff voice, making Sam frown more.

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Imagine Jack questioning yours and Dean’s ‘friendship’ when he sees you cuddling and why he is the little spoon.

“Jack.” Castiel breathed out “Jack!” he said louder, getting up from his seat and trying to catch up with the nephilim.

“Dean? Dean?” the younger man shook the sleeping hunter on the shoulder. Dean snored softly as per usual, oblivious to what was going on in his sleep, and you lay behind him with an arm drapped over him and your legs tangled. Your face was buried in the crook of his No matter how you fell asleep you’d always end up in the weirdest positions ever, this was the most usual one considering he liked to keep a hold of his gun to feel safe for the both of you.

“Jack, I wouldn’t do that!” Castiel pushed the saloon door open, trying to warn him but it was too late.

“Aaah!” Dean snapped awake and cocked his gun, pointing it at Jack. Sam jumped awake at the noise and you let out a groan when Dean’s abrupt movement woke you up.

“No, no no! Dean’s, it’s me. It’s me!” Jack raised his hands in surrender. Dean raised an eyebrow at him, glancing at Cas with only one eye open.

“Ah hey” he said in a rough voice, lowering his gun.

“D” you whined, the man putting the gun away and turning slightly to lay on his back so he could have a better look at you.

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Lie to me - Dean Winchester x Reader - Chapter 5 (French Mistake AU)

Title: Lie to me

Pairing: Dean/Jensen x Reader x Sam

Word Count: … No

Warnings: None

Imagine: Imagine Dean and Sam getting transported to the French Mistake universe. Only for Dean to realize he is married to you, his best friend, love of his life and… Sam’s girlfriend.

Great thank you to @gaveherhearttotheliontattoo for being an amazing beta!

Read Part 1 here! l Read Part 2 here! l Read Part 3 here! l Read Part 4 here!

“I’m not Jensen damn it!”

“You’re not… who?” you blinked, taking a step back and away from him.

“I’m not-” Dean took a deep breath,trying to calm down his wildly beating heart; it was out now there was nothing he could do to take it back and maybe he didn’t want to “I’m not Jensen.”

“What- what do you mean you’re not Jensen?” you blinked the tears from your eyes, watching him carefully and Dean hated himself for how you seemed to withdraw from him even more.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” he whispered, his voice rough; feeling a pang in his chest as you took yet another step back “I swear I’m not gonna hurt you just- I need you to listen to me, please. And then- then you can do whatever you want. Run, leave for good or kick me as hard as you can, I’ll take it.” he lowered his head letting out a shaky breath “I’d take it all from you.” he closed his eyes for a moment.

“I asked you one thing: What the hell are you talking about?” you pursed your lips, trying to seem brave although your hands were shaking.

“I’m not Jensen, not your husband Jensen.” he breathed out, looking at you “I’m Dean, Dean Winchester. The very same character your husband plays in the show, Supernatural. We’re here from our universe because a witch-”

“We?” you asked, cutting him off.

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Witches Just Wanna Have Fun - Part 2

Summary - Witch hunts always result in weird consequences but this particular hunt has the most weird consequence even for the Winchesters and the Reader.

Pairing - Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader (platonic)

Warning - Crack, Wincest jokes, Fluff, Angst if you squint

A/N - This is the second and last part of the fic. Read part 1 here.

Dean looked at Sam. “Don’t look at me. It’s all your fault”, Sam shrugged.

Dean muttered a ‘son of a bitch’ and ran towards your room. He knocked on the closed door.

“Y/N/N? Open up the door sweetheart. Please? I’m so sorry,” Dean begged.

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