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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Part one | Main masterlist

Okay, I am thinking that maybe more of us are shy (or anxious) than we realize. And how when it comes to wanting to send an ask or message, it’s so easy to fall into the “oh, they are probably too busy” or “what would I even say” way of thinking.

But then, I also think about how nothing makes my heart soar like receiving something like “thinking of you” or “thought you’d like this”.

So maybe take this as a small sign to reach out and say “hi!” to someone you admire or appreciate! I am certain that they would love to hear from you. 🌻💕

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”

Join the Hunt

Summary: Ever want to be included in the show, as a Winchester? Wait no more. Follow y/a, Sam and Dean through 15 seasons of saving people, hunting things the family business.

Season 1

1.1 Pilot

1.2 Wendigo 

I love you

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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Posts might be a little sporadic this week, Sorry!

I’m on a training course, and it’s very hectic and is taking a lot out of me :(

Part 2 of Join the hunt will be uploaded at some point this week :)

Requested part 2 of crushing is in the works.

And hopefully next week will have calmed down and I’ll post some more :)