Crushing Part Two

Crushing part two

Dean x reader

Summary: y/n has found Dean in a compromising position, Dean has found out about y/n’s crush. Not everything ends well.

a/n: I am so sorry this has taken so long! But I got there, busy ass week. Hoping to write more next week and get more things posted. Thank you to @megamall98 for the request.

warnings: angst, sex/adult themes, swearing

word count: 1268

Part one

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God her lips! I couldn’t get enough; they were rosy red and plump they looked just like theirs. Like y/n’s. And by chuck was this woman a good fucking kisser. I close my eyes imaging that I was kissing y/n instead.

It hadn’t taken long for me and the random woman I had picked up in the local bar to arrive back at the bunker. The alcohol I had consumed to forget my love for y/n was rushing through my veins. I probably shouldn’t have driven, I know y/n would kill me if she knew, but I need to forget about her; move on, and this chick on my arm was my answer. As soon as we entered the bunker, we were like teenagers, her body was clad in a little tight black dress, nothing like y/n would wear; it made it easier to separate hook-ups from y/n if they were complete opposites. I pinned her against the wall, my fingers dancing up her thigh, my lips pressing gently then hard, then gentle again against her neck until I reached the right spot and she moaned. My fingers continued their journey, playing with the elastic of her panties, fingers creeping underneath, playing with her clit.

We moved throughout the bunker, from the door to the kitchen to the floor. I pinned her arms above her head, sliding her little black dress up her body, before pulling off her panties. Her blonde hair was splayed around her, like a halo, she looked godly, beautiful even; but no where near as amazing as y/n. I closed my eyes, before peppering her neck with kisses, imagining y/n beneath me, my cock getting harder.

But that’s when the argument started.

A short gasp, followed by the slamming of the front door, gave away to someone intruding. I whipped my head around, and there they were. Fuck, I had forgotten about them; I guess my plan worked. But the flash of hurt, anger, confusion that quickly appeared on their face quickly pulled me to my senses. I clambered up off of the blonde on the floor, noticing tears at the corner of y/n’s eyes, before they suddenly turned around, running off, their feet pounding on the floor.

“Fuck! I’ve really screwed this up” I mutter to myself, pinching the bridge of my nose in frustration. I turn and look at the annoyed blonde, who was no longer attractive and was no longer getting any of me.

“I have to deal with this, look I’ll call you later Maria” I mumble, turning away to follow y/n. I don’t actually know the blondes name to be honest, and I also don’t have her number, but even if I did have her number I’d never call it.

Catching up with y/n is not as easy as it seems. Y/n’s fast, well they should be, they’re a hunter. But I’m taller, and my long legs give my advantage; like a predator chasing its prey. I reach out, my fingers ghosting their arm, but that’s all it take to grab them and yank them into my chest before spinning them around to face my direction. They don’t look at me, head hanging down, I hurt them. I know I hurt them. If I could, I would be theirs in an instant, but we’re hunters, we can’t live the apple pie life. We can’t live their dream.

I want them to look at me, I want to see their beautiful eyes, even if they show all the hurt I’ve caused them. “Look at me y/n” I growl, grabbing their chin gently with my thumb and finger, lifting their head up so their eyes can meet mine. My other hand lifting to move hair out of their face and brushing it behind their ear. Yet, they pulled away, like they were disgusted, grossed out. Like I was the sludge at the bottom of a bin.

“You’ve got to get over this crush thing” I yell harsher than I intend too, my arms waving between the two of us. Little do they know I’ve loved them for ages, but I can’t, we can’t. They want the apple pie life, and I can’t give them that, I want them to be happy, and they’d never be happy with just me. I miss the days where we were close, where I knew they didn’t like me back, where I was the only one getting hurt. Like the day where they fell asleep in the library slumped over a pile of lore books, hair scruffy like a mane around their face, a small dribble of drool escaping their lips, I missed the closeness between us, like when I picked them up, their warmth radiating off of them, their smell invading my senses. I loved the feeling of their skin on my lips as I tucked them into bed, kissing their forehead before whispering “I love you. Y/n” I miss the days where only I was the one getting hurt.

But now I have to break their heart.

“Look, y/n. I don’t feel… whatever it is I’m supposed to feel for you” I mutter, my heart shattering. I wanted nothing more to pin them against the wall and kiss them; tell them, show them how much I love them, but I can’t. They want the apple pie life, and I can’t give them that. So, I lie, through gritted teeth.

“But you told me you loved me!” They yell, eyes red with anger and hurt, oceans of tears pouring down their cheeks. Fuck, they had heard me that night, that’s what started all of this. Why did they have to hear me?

“I love you, y/n” I whisper, I see the hope in their eyes, and it hurts but I had to tell them I love them one last time, before I have to hurt them. “I love you so much…” My heart shatters, this isn’t the way I wanted to confess, damn why did I have to be a hunter, I want to give her that apple pie life! I feel frustrated, angry at myself at my life choices, I wish everything was different. “I love you so much… just not in that way” I finished. They gasped, stepping backwards slightly, stepping away from me, like they were wounded. I wish I could take care of them.

“I don’t want to lie to you, y/n. I care about you, I always will, but you and me, are never gonna happen.” I lie through my teeth. I reach out a hand, trying to at least wipe a few tears away, but they just slap at my hand, my skin starting to turn red from the contact. My hand stings, but the pain doesn’t hurt anywhere near as much as my heart.

I’ve got to finish what I’ve started, rip the plaster off. “Y/n” I sigh, lowering my arm away from them, “You need to move on”.

I can’t look at them any longer, I can’t see the pain I’m causing them, I should be the only one in pain. I leave, turning my back to them, I heard the thump of their body falling to the floor, the loud sobs as I walked away. I felt my hot tears burning my skin, as they break through my outer defences.

I try to convince myself that this is the best for them, for us. They can get the life they wanted, and I’ll go back to the only one being hurt. The way it should be, because Hunters like me, we don’t het happy ever afters.

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Firsts

Day 1: First kiss 

Sam x reader

Summary: Sam and the reader have been dating for a month. But how does their first kiss go? Will it go well, or could it end in chaos? 

a/n: Start of my 30 day challenge! Though lets be real this will take longer than 30 days XD Hope you enjoy, I really enjoyed writing this, just wish I was able to write longer stories, and hopefully one day I’ll build the courage to write a series.

warnings: Firsts, gentle, soft, super fluffy!

word count: 1113

You and Sam had been dating a little over a month. You were taking things slow. You did a weekly date night when you were both free, going out for coffee, walks and movies. It was nice, and it was slow. Just like the two of you wanted. It had taken to the second week of dating for you to build enough courage to slide your hand into his. You remember the feeling, his hand was warm, and calloused, but soft and gentle at the same time. He was gentle, he didn’t clench tight around your hand, but he didn’t leave it limp. It felt awkward and first, and Sam looked like a tomato as your hand touched his, but he smiled slightly. His facial expression communicating how much he loves you, his eyes sparkling with happiness, showing the unspoken words between the two of you.

Currently, the two of you were sat on your sofa, a plush grey coloured thing that had seen better days, but you covered it with a crochet blanket, and it looked like it was new again. Though Sam didn’t care, all that he cared about was being near you, even if you were sat on the other end of the couch, a gap between the two of you.

You’re not sure what movie Sam had put on for this week’s date night. To be honest you weren’t paying attention, instead you were watching your boyfriend. The way he laughs, his lips stretching across his face, white teeth parted as a guttural laugh escaped from his chest, his eyes squinting and crinkling up. The way he bit his soft red lip when the movie amped up, and he waited on the edge of the seat, eyes fixated on the screen.

You took a deep breath, shuffling closer towards him, closing the space. Sam looked at you out the corner of his eye, a small smile gracing his lips. They entranced you, and you found yourself wondering what it would feel like to kiss him. Closing the space, you rested your head on Sam’s shoulder. You were stiff at first, and he froze when he felt your head lower down, resting against him. The most contact you two had, had since first dating.

“Relax y/n” He whispered, moving his head, and placing it on top of yours. You breathed out a sigh of relief, body easing, moulding into him. He was warm, comfortable and you knew you could spend your entire life curled up into the side of the gentle giant. The movie was ending, the credits started to roll, and you snuggled closer into his shoulder, nose in his neck breathing in his scent. He smelt of pine trees, with hints of amber and lavender. He smelt like home. He chuckled, dipping his head slightly and pecking your head. His lips were even softer than you imagined, and you felt the heat rise to your cheeks, embarrassment flooding you, so you tucked your head further into him.

“I’m sorry y/n. I should have asked first” He mumbled in shame, scared that you didn’t like it.

“I liked it” You breathed against his skin, causing a big smile to erupt across his face.

“What was that?” He smirked, having heard you clearly the first time, but wanting to see your face while you said it. You shuffled closer into his neck, breath fanning against his skin again, as you were about to repeat yourself. But his soft hand reached under your chin, lifting your head up, you closed your eyes, face and ears hot with embarrassment. “Open those pretty eyes y/n” He whispered gently.

You opened your eyes looking at him, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “So, what was that?” He continued, smirking a little.

“I liked it” You turned your head away, but he turned it back to look at him. You could see the happy smile spread across his face, his eyes showing all his adoration, his cheeks rosy. Your eyes flicked between his eyes and lips. God, you wanted to know what his lips would feel like on yours, and subconsciously, you poked your tongue out and licked your lips. Sam noticed straight away; you weren’t making anything subtle.

He moved his hand slowly, calculated. Making sure not to startle you, to not scare you away. Hand gently placed on the back of your neck, leaning in. You snapped out of your trance, when you felt his breath on your lips, your heart rate speeding up. Nodding at Sam, giving him permission, you closed your eyes. It felt like years before his lips touched yours.

They were plump. They were delicious, and you wanted more. But he pulled away.

“Are you sure your ok with this” He purred. You nodded, not trusting your voice, eyes fluttering slightly before you initiated the kiss this time, leaning in, placing a hand against his chest to steady yourself. You could feel the beating of his heart, it was fast and energetic, just like yours.

This time as your lips met you pressed a little harder, the gentle kiss was amazing, but you much preferred it this way. Feeling the pressure, as he pressed his lips back into yours. Your lips danced together, like they were made to be. You didn’t have to think about anything, in fact you didn’t think about anything. Your mind was surrounded by Sam, his smell, his touch, his taste.

He slipped his tongue out, tenderly pressing against your lips. You parted them slowly and he hesitantly entered your mouth, tongue exploring, until it met yours. Your tongues danced together, just like your lips did, fighting for dominance, and it wasn’t long until Sam won.

Though all good things must come to an end, and the two of you pulled apart, saliva connecting the two of you, your hand still resting on his chest, which was rising and falling rapidly as the two of you panted, gasping for air. His hand moved from the back of your neck, to play with a strand of your hair. You looked up at him, through your lashes. A beaming smile spreading across your face, Sam’s face like a mirror reflecting your expression.

You shifted around to your knees, putting more weight on his chest, leaning in quickly and pecking his lips. It was quick, lips ghosting against each other barely touching, and you just giggled at the pure happiness that was spread across Sam’s face.

“I’m guessing you liked that” Sam murmured. You smiled brightly, before snuggling back into his side, as he selected another movie. Sometimes the best date nights, were the ones that were spent inside.

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Messy kinda love

Dean x gn!reader

Summary: The reader and the boys go on a vamp hunt.

A/n - Damn it’s been ages since I wrote anything. Especially since loosing my old account :( Honest feedback is really appreciated guys! Need to start writing more again. Hope you enjoy. Also I have not proof read this, so I hope it’s ok!

Warnings - fluffy

Word count - 941

"You're a mess" Dean says a smirk coming over his face, his eyes glistening. Y/n rolls their eyes hard, while wiping away the spot of vamp blood that had landed right their lip.

That morning Sam had walked into the bunker’s kitchen, ”we hage a case” he stated focused on the small phone screen in front of him, glancing up Sam made sure he had everyone's attention. "Its not a big case” he continues, “suspected fangs a few states over. I’ve looked into things it seems there’s about five of them. Should be easy.” He finished, lifting his head up to look at the two other hunters In the room. “What are we waiting for?” Dean responded stuffing the last of his cherry pie in his mouth, “meet by baby in ten minutes” he shouted, running off to get changed into his typical jeans and plain flannel.

Y/n raised their eyebrow at their boyfriend as he disappeared out of sight, “guess I should also get changed” they muttered looking at Sam. “Though I think you need to get changed as well Sammy, Dean won’t be happy if we’re not ready on time.” They said wondering towards the room they shared with Dean. “Its Sam to you!” The tall man responded.

Half an hour later the Winchester brothers and y/n were in baby, Sam taking shotgun, while y/n got to spread out on the back seat, the faint sound of whatever classic rock was playing through the speakers. “ETA is roughly 4 hours” Dean said looking in the rear view mirror, “maybe three and a half”. Not long after that the car drifted back into comfortable silence.

“Right, we’re about 5 minutes away” Sam announced as Dean pulled baby up a stony path, trees surrounding the trio on either side. “It’s a small wooden cabin, rumoured to have about five vamps present, though there could be more we don’t know about.”

“There are two entry points, through the front and the back. Will we be doing the normally formation Dean?” Sam questioned his brother, looking over at the other hunter, who’s green eyes had turned hard as he concentrated on driving up the pebbly road. “Same as normally Sammy” he responded. “Y/n and I’ll take the front, Sammy you take the back. We go in quietly, don’t let them know we’re there. We get in quick, we get out quick, n…”

“No one gets hurt.” Y/n finished off his sentence. “We know Dean, we’ll be fine.” Dean pulled baby into the clearing the cabin becoming visible. It was made of oak logs, rotting and damp, the windows that once existed broken and shattered, a small candle sat on the porch. It looked pitched black inside, though y/n could still make out some figures.

The trio gathered their things, Sam took the colt, while y/n and Dean each grab their trusty machetes. “Everyone know the plan?” Dean whispered, gaining to nods in reply. Sam sets of first towards the back of the cabin, his figure just visible slinking through the darkness, one in place, he gives Dean a hand signal, and y/n knows that it’s their turn. Crouching slightly to avoid being detected, they walked carefully towards the burning candle on the porch, the stones crunching slightly under their boots. Approaching the steps of the porch, Dean lifted his hand, a signal for y/n to stop moving. Y/n obeyed, although they hated being ordered around they knew that it was for the best. Get in quick, get out quick.

Dean was at the door now, he turned his head to look at y/n, nodding his head in their direction he opens the door and slinks into the darkness, y/n following close behind.

Once inside the smell of wet wood and blood overtook their senses. They cabin was closed plan, meaning there were many doors and hiding places. Dean was over in the far corner, when y/n sensed the door next to them moving slightly in the corner of their eyes. Moving quietly they hid behind it, just as it swung open, the vampire spotting Dean and leaping towards him. Dean whipped around, slicing the vamps head clean off its shoulders. It’s body falling to the floor with a thump, while it’s head rolled a little before settling.

“What was that?“ a male voice was heard behind the door, before another vampire appeared in the room. Not long after Dean and y/n had killed three of the five vamps. Finding Sam in the middle of killing the last. Dean let out a sigh of relief, checking y/n over before confirming that everyone was ok. “Job well done! Who wants to get a drink before getting a place to sleep?” Dean questioned. Walking back towards the front door.

But something wasn’t quite right, the faint sound of breathing could be heard. But this breathing didn’t belong to y/n or the brothers. There was an unaccounted being in the room with them, listening, waiting for the right moment to jump. Y/n could feel the hairs on their neck stand up, the breathing glossing over their skin. Pulling out their machete they whipped around slicing the vamps head clean off, just as it’s teeth were about to sink into their skin. It’s blood splatting across the room, little drops landing by the side of their lips.

"You're a mess" Dean says a smirk coming over his face, his eyes glistening. Y/n rolls their eyes hard, while wiping away the spot of vamp blood that had landed right their lip. “I love you too” they respond. “But what I think I’d love more right now is a shower”

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Dad!Bobby x reader

Summary: You had gone on a hunt alone, simple salt and burn. But when has a hunter’s life ever been simple?

a/n – Sorry, I really like angst fanfics! Hopefully I’ll be able to get part two to join the hunt out next week sometime, but bear with if not as I have a training course for work. Feedback appreciated :)

warnings – angst, demons, bleeding out, blood, blade.

word count: 1109 

You had gone on a hunt alone, simple salt and burn. But when has a hunter’s life ever been simple?

“Fuck!” You yelled. You had just finished the salt and burn, the grave glowing oranges and yellows, the ghost haunting and killing young children put to rest, when suddenly a sharp pain stabbed you in the side. You looked down, a blade was stuck in your side, it felt like poison was flooding your body, you could feel your t-shirt getting wet with blood. ‘Fuck! Why are hunts never so simple’ you thought to yourself, the pain becoming more and more unbearable, paralyzing even.

You coughed a little, blood splattering over your hand and dribbling down your face. The coughing moved the blade within you, and a new wave of pain rushed through your body. Whoever or what had gotten you was hidden in the darkness, but you could hear it, footsteps getting closer.

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Sorry I wasn’t able to post like I said. The hotel I was at had no Wi-Fi and no signal! Plus I’m sleep deprived 😂 I’ll post again later this week. But sorry if anyone feels like I wasn’t interacting, I just never got the chance I wanted ❤️

Edit: I tried to post when I was away. It didn’t seem to send. Let me add context 😂 I was away at my fathers wedding, so thought I would have time in the evening to be online, and post but as mentioned above that went out the window.

Creepy Crawly

Sam x gn!reader

Summary: The bunker protects the reader and the boys from evil. Well, not from all evil.

A/n – This is basically what happened to me last night, apart from having a Sam to save me. I slept on the sofa, and I haven’t been upstairs since. Dreading going back to bed tonight! I hate spiders!

Warnings – Mentions of Spiders, Mention and description of panic attacks.

Word count – 1026

You just couldn’t get comfortable, after going to bed two hours ago, and indulging yourself in your favourite tv show, something just didn’t feel right. The bed was too lumpy, too soft, too hard; you were too hot under the duvet cover, but too cold to not have the thin cover over your body. Something just wasn’t sitting right, something making the hairs on your arm stand up. It wasn’t a monster; the bunker was protected against any evil.

Sitting up slowly, you squinted, taking in your surroundings. It was hard to see with the room being so dark, but nothing was out of place, the wardrobe and bedside table were still situated in the same place. The wardrobe doors were shut like you left them, and your personal items were still scattered across the top of your bedside table. Sighing, you lay back down. Nothing was wrong, but yet something was still off.

“Maybe if I just turn on the lamp” You whispered to yourself, reaching over, and pressing the little switch. The warm yellow glow of the lamp illuminating the room. “Nothing’s out of place” you talk to yourself “Everything’s where it belongs.”

Suddenly, you catch movement out the corner of your eye, your head whips round staring at the door. Your heart starts thumping manically, bile rising in your throat. Your hands cover your lips, muffling a small scream, you don’t want to wake the boys. The creature starts to move again, towards your bedside table, tears start to pool in your eyes.

“You’re ok (y/n), just breathe” you say to yourself, eyes focused on the area where the creature has slinked into the darkness. Slowly, building the courage, you reach forward picking up some easy clothes to change into, as well as grabbing a lore book; there’s no way you’re sleeping tonight.

Your heart rate has slowed, your breathing coming back to a normal rate. The creature still out of sight. “Right, I’ll grab all my things, and run out the door. I’ll be ok” You give yourself a pep talk. Placing your foot down on the rug, that’s when you see it.

The big black creature, scurrying across your floor back toward the door, its hairy eight legs moving un-naturally. The spider catches you by surprise and you let out a small squeal. Your eyes follow its every move, your heart pounding out of your chest, tears cascading down your cheeks. You can feel a panic attack coming on.

The spider is now by your door its thick legs tapping the wood. “I’m trapped” you sputter, “It’s blocking the door. How do I get out?” you question yourself, voice cracking. Your body frozen in place, almost like your paralyzed and the only thing you can move are your eyes.

Abruptly, the spider moves again, this time faster. Its black legs sending chills down your spine, and then it gone again, down by the side of your bedside table. Hoping that it stays there long enough for you to escape, you focus on calming your breathing. Once you feel like you have your body under control again, you wipe the few tears off your face.

Your body is still too scared to fully move, yet you’re able to gather a few items you’ll need for the night once you’ve left. “This is so stupid. It’s probably more scared of me then I am of it… maybe not.” You mutter as you pick up your phone, the screen lighting up to read 1am. “I wish I wasn’t this scared.”

Leaning down to grab your phone charger from the plug socket, your hand brushes the plastic plug, before freezing. You’re in a stare off, the dark big spider, blending into your dark oak side table. It leaps towards you, its hairy thick legs rushing towards your exposed skin.

It’s now or never, as the spider almost lands on you, you grab the few things you had already gathered, before sprinting to your door. Throwing it open, the door ricochets on its hinge. But you don’t look back, your legs carrying you towards your location and away from your worst nightmare. “I guess the bunker does let some evil in” you pant as you arrive in the library.

Finding the small, comfy seat in the corner, you sit down with a sigh, being away from the spider means that its easier for you think clearly. Checking the time, you see that its 2:30am. “It took me an hour and a half to escape. But at least I’m safe now!” You let out a breathy laugh, “I can hunt the things that go bump in the night but can’t save myself from a spider.”

When you open your eyes, its early morning, your head feels groggy but you’re glad you managed to get some shut eye. All you can remember before you went to sleep was the big black spider, you’re surprised you didn’t have a nightmare. “I wonder if it’s still in my room” You murmur, thoughts of the creature of darkness crawling over your skin as you try to sleep.

Promptly, your thoughts were interrupted the door to the library opening, as Sam padded in, yawning, and stretching; a small amount of his flannel rising, displaying his sculpted stomach.

“Oh, (y/a)! What are you doing up sweetheart?” He questioned, his eyes calming and soothing. Tears started to build up in your eyes, a small one dribbling down your cheek. His face scrunching up in worry.

“There was a spider, in my room. Like big.” You wave your hands around to demonstrate.

“Why didn’t you wake me (y/n), you know I would have saved you” Sam mumbled, wiping the tears away from the corners of your eyes.

“I’m sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry about Sweetheart. Go to my room, get some sleep and I’ll go check your room”

Standing silently, you nod your head at the gentle giant, a breathy ‘thank you’ tumbling off of your lips.

You might be scared of spiders, but you smile as you know the boys, especially your man will always protect you; even if it’s just a creepy crawly.

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