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Okay so here I am apologising to you all for a delay in part two of my dean fic. I have been busy with school and sorting out my room, funerals and christenings. The whole nine yards. I'm trying to get back into the flow of updating and posting Fifa once a week so if you have a request just send it over. ALSO. I want to get to know my followers so please talk to me I won't bite this time I promise

Hesitant Green Eyes ( Rescue Mission pt2, DeanxReader)

Part I

A/N: Guys this is a supernatural imagine/one shot. i have inspiration.. so yah. Also i’d like to say thank you to Winchesterimagine for following this blog!.Please dont spoil spn for me.. im only up to the second episode of season four.. im slow.

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pairing; ReaderxDean

Warnings: swearing,maybe smut.., mentions of a praise kink?  , and i don’t know what else

*THIS IS SET AFTER THE EPISODE IN SEASON TWO WITH THE DJINN. IT’S NOT AN ACTUAL EPISODE, THIS COMPLETELY FROM MY IMAGINATION. THE WINCHESTERS AND BOBBY BELONG TO THE CREATORS OF SPN.*

After those words had spilled from Dean’s mouth, he left. He and Sam still camped out at Bobby’s but you rarely saw them. 

Today was a good day, you felt normal again. You felt healed and you should after a week of resting. Your mind never rested though, Dean was occupying it. 

You woke from your peaceful sleep by a thudding against the bedroom door. A groan slipped from your lips as you rolled over and tried to muffle the sound with one of the many pillows on the bed. You shoved the cream coloured, decorative, pillow over your head and closed your eyes again. 

Unfortunately, whoever it was didn’t get the hint. You heard the feet scuffing along the wood floors, getting closer to the bed. After a small peak out of the pillow, you saw the long, messy, brown hair and instantly knew who it was, Sammy. 

You grunted and launched the pillow in his direction, Causing a soft thud and a chuckle to sound through the room. 

“Y/N, get up. I’m taking you to breakfast” Sam said gently as he slowly inched his hand toward your shoulder, his long fingers splaying across your skin. 

You grumbled and lifted your head, your hair falling in your face as you glare up at Sam.

“You never take me for breakfast,Sam.” You groaned, your voice scratchy. “What gives?” 

Sam just shrugged, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smile. “Can’t I do something nice for once?” He flicked your forehead as you sat up, keeping the bed sheet clutched around your body.

You brushed your Y/C/H from your face and rubbed your eyes, ridding them of sleep. You looked up at Sam and smiled gratefully. 

“Thank you, Sam.” You leant up and pressed a kiss to his cheek bone. “Let me just get ready..” 

You internally laughed as Sam took in the way you had the sheet clutched to your body, hiding your skin from him. A deep blush rose up his neck as he stuttered slightly to explain himself.

“I-I um, Y/N I didn’t realize that you were.. uh” Sam blinked rapidly as he backed away from your bed.

A laugh fell from your lips as he quickly left the room, leaving you to yourself. You quickly grabbed your robe and slipped it on. You grabbed the necessities and made your way to the bathroom, glancing at the guest room door with a small frown. You missed Dean. 

Shower time was thinking time. You thought about the countless times you had hunted with the boys, with Dean.. You wanted to speak to him but you didn’t know how. Your feelings for Dean had developed from a crush to full blown love. 

You closed your eyes as you massaged the shampoo into your hair and scalp. Your mind was filled with those green eyes, his green eyes. The way they watched you when you cleant your guns, the way he looked at you proudly when you sassed somebody, when you got something right. The way he praised you and looked at you made you want be good for him, just for Dean. Most of all, you wanted Dean to look at you like he looked at pie. 

You let out a slight squeal as someone opened the bathroom door, you were thankful for the frosted glass of the shower. You could just about make out a pair of bow legs and broad shoulders, the short hair was a give-away. 

“Dean!” You gasped, “Get out!” A deep chuckle echoed through the bathroom.

“Sorry, Y/N/N. I didn’t know you were in here” Dean laughed but didn’t leave.

He began to brush his teeth, using his free hand to rub the steam off the mirror. You listened for a few seconds, trying to hear if he left or not. Dean was looking in the mirror at the shower, your silhouette visible through the frosted glass. His pupils dilated as he looked at the curves where your waist went to your hips. 

Dean was caught off guard when you opened the shower door and peeked your head out. He pretended to look at his teeth in the mirror. 

“Dean, if you’re not going to get out, can you pass me the towel?” You asked quietly.

Dean inhaled sharply and turned around, “Not a please?” He grinned and reached out to grab the soft, brown towel.

A dark blush coated your cheeks as you felt his eyes follow a water droplet that travelled down your neck. 

Your voice came out as a whisper, “Please, Dean” You breathed.

Dean raised an eyebrow and outstretched his hand toward you. “Good girl,” He praised as you took the towel, noticing how your eyes darkened slightly. “Wouldn’t wanna forget manners” He winked and turned to exit the bathroom.

You leant against the tiled wall next to you, your breathing shallow. “ Oh my god..” You mumbled quietly. 

You sighed and wrapped the towel around you before stepping out of the shower. You looked at yourself in the mirror and ran your fingertips over the jagged scar on your left collar bone. You had gotten it on your first hunt, you just didn’t move quick enough. It messed with your self esteem allot. Always poked out of your shirts. 

You sighed and began to brush your teeth, one hand holding the towel tightly. You nodded to yourself and creaked open the bathroom door. You sprinted to your own room, ignoring the raised eyebrow you got from Dean. You dressed quickly in dark blue jeans, brown boots, a white polo shirt. 

Humming, You left your room with your leather jacket in your hands. You walked into Bobby’s dining room and kissed his cheek.

“Morning Bobby, Where’s Sammy?” You asked quietly as you sat yourself next to Dean. 

Bobby looked up from his paper and smiled, “He’s gettin’ ready, Darlin’” He mumbled before turning back to the article he was reading. 

Dean glanced at you, briefly looking up from his research. “Y/N, can you bring me back some pie?”

You nodded, hiding the brush that rose on your cheeks as you recalled the scene in the bathroom.

The corner of his lips turned to a smirk, his eyes catching your blush. He knew.

A sigh of relief left your lips when Sam entered the room. You abruptly shot up from your seat next to dean and bolted for the door. Sam’s eyebrow were raised in question as he followed. Once the two of you were seated comfortably in the Impala, Sam turned to you with a smirk.

“What is going on with you and my brother?” He questioned, his smirk only grew when you stumbled over your words.

Leaning back against the seat, you inwardly groaned.You knew there was a reason why Sam wanted to get you breakfast. It wasn’t out of the goodness of his heart at all. 

“Sam.. Nothing is going on..” You mumbled quietly. “There never will be” 

Sam quickly glanced to you in realization. “You like him?” Sam pulled over to the side of the road and shut off the engine. “Tell him” 

Your eyes widened as you stared at Sam as if he had three heads.”And get knocked down? Sam, he’s not the girlfriend type, okay..” You looked down at your hands, feeling your throat close slightly.

“ Y/N, He told me what he said to you. Dean’s feelings will never change towards you.” Sam sighed and started the engine again.

An hour or two later, you exited the Impala back at Bobby’s. A clang of something metal drew your attention to one of the cars in the yard. There you saw Dean’s legs poking out from underneath it. You slowly walked towards him, a small container in your hands. 

You stood at the ends of his feet. “ Dean..” you called gently

Dean slid out from under the car, sweat beads gliding down his face and neck. You felt your breath hitch in your throat as he stared up at you.

“Did you get my pie,Sweets?” He asked as he picked up a rag to wipe his hands of grease.

Breathless you held up the container in your hands making Dean smile praisingly at you. He stood slowly, a slight smirk on his moist lips. He was so close now. His hands raised from his sides to grab the container, purposely brushing his fingertips over your wrist as he took it from your trembling hands. He placed the pie on the hood of the car he was working on. He turned back to you, his eyes swimming with something you couldn’t identify.

“ Thank you,” He rasped. “ Why are you so good to me,Y/N” He said proudly.

Dean walked closer, his tongue darting out of his mouth to lick over his bottom lip, his eyes were roaming your body. Your chest was rising and falling in slight pants, you weren’t exhausted. You were effected by him. You tried not to let out a moan as he praised you, sinking your teeth into your lower lip as Dean’s left hand rose to tuck your hair behind your ear. Your thighs tensed, trying to stop the spur of arousal that coarser through you every time he touched you.

Dean let his hand lay on your chest, over your heart, feeling the fast thrum of your heart. “Your heart is beating so fast” He teased. “What’s wrong?” He asked even though he knew.

Dean knew you was reacting to him. The way he praises you, the way he looks at you. You stood silent, teeth still gnawing at your lip. You nearly choked on your breath when Dean ran his thumb over your bottom lip, unhooking it from your teeth. He loved it. Your flustered and bewildered expression. He stared at you bottom lip which was red and plump from your teeth. His right hand slid around your waist and pulled you flush against his body, his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear. A muted whimper left your throat as his left hand ran over the span of your stomach and to your hip, gripping it firmly.

“ You think I haven’t noticed?” His hot breath fanned against your neck making you shiver. “The way you respond to me when I tell you how good you are” Dean gently kissed your ear.

You raised your hands to grip his shoulders as he lightly pushed his pelvis against yours. “Oh my god.” Your head dropped into Dean’s neck in a result of his grinding hips.

“Aren’t you a good girl… Being so responsive for me” Dean growled lowly into your ear.

You put a hand on both of his cheeks and lifted his head so he looked you in the eye. “Dean, please” You panted. “ Please kiss me”

Your beg seemed to break his slow torture. Dean slid his left hand around your back to bring you even closer whilst his right hand weaved through your hair to hold your head firmly. He leant in slowly, his eyes locking with yours. He could see the lust in your stare. The way your breathing stopped and got stuck in your throat and the way your hands balled his black t-shirt in fists. Your lips were so so close. They just lightly brushed over each other ready to be sealed in a heat of passion, They were so close inching even closer when-

“Dean! I think we got a case!“ Sam boomed from Bobby’s porch, his eyes scanning the yard for him.

Dean cursed loudly and stood up straight. “For fuck sake,Sammy” He growled angrily. “ We will finish this later and that’s a promise.” He leant down and crashed his lips against your own.

He hurriedly moved his lips against yours. He didn’t want to have to wait hours or even weeks for a moment like this again. He knew that if he tasted you now, he wouldn’t be able to hold I off until later.

With that thought, Dean left you standing felling breathless and needy and standing in the yard.

Hahaha my Dean fic

Part three of my Dean fic is gonna literally be pure filth.... If you guys want part three?

Melting Touch (pt3 of the rescue mission series) deanxreader

Part 1. Part 2.

A/N: Its. About. To. Get. Hot. Guys please sent me requests as I have zero! You know this will be mostly filth, right? Like kinks and all..

Warnings: SMUT! PURE FILTH!, rough Dean, if this is a warning but Dean is in charge completely, touch refusal. If there is any that ive missed let me know. 

You were sat in the library helping the boys with their research. Dean was opposite you and Sam was leaning over Dean’s shoulder to read what was on his screen. Dean’s eyes weren’t on the computer though, they were on you. You were hunched over a book, one of your hands playing with the hair at the back of your neck and the other running along the pages of the book infront of you. His eyes were on your lips, the way you pulled your bottom on inbetween your teeth as you read. 

Sam watched his brother,having stopped mid sentence, knowing he wasn’t listening at all. He observed as his brother drooled over you. 

“Okay, Dean, are you done undressing Y/N with your eyes?” Sam groaned.

Your head snapped up, the blush creeping up your neck and painting even your ears. Dean blinked hard and cleared his throat. You looked up at Sam and glared slightly.

“Shut it, Sam” Dean grumbled as he watched you rise from the table.

You walked over to the tall man and reached up onto your tiptoes to kiss his cheek, only being tall enough to reach his jaw. Dean’s jaw clenched at the action, his eyes still not leaving you. You then shuffled over to Dean, rubbing your eyes tiredly. Leaning down, you placed your right hand on his cheek. His stubble was rough against your lips as you gently kissed his cheek.

“G’night boys” You patted Dean’s shoulder and shuffled your way to your room. 

Dean blinked and looked from the research to your direction making his brother laugh. “Dean, go” Sam smirked before starting to clear up the papers that were scattered around the table.

In that moment Dean launched up from his chair, practically sprinting to your room. He paced outside your door for a while. Dean didn’t know how to tell you how he felt but he knew he could show you.

You had just settled down in the sheets of your bed. Your night wear consisted of your panties and a flannel shirt that was held together by one button in the middle. 

You were so close to drifting off when you heard your door open and close, your hand inching under your pillow to land on the knife you kept. 

“Dean?” A light squeak left your lips as you felt the edge of the mattress.

A light chuckle sounded and you knew it was him. He slipped under the cover and nuzzled his nose into your neck, leaving light kisses on the exposed skin. A rough hand slid onto your thigh and pulled your back into a hard chest.

“ Dean” You giggled as his fingers tickled the inside of your leg. 

Dean’s soft lips trailed up your jaw, his hands were everywhere. You felt his hand run under your shirt and up your stomach. You turned your head to kiss him lightly, capturing his lips between your own. You lifted your hand to reach back and tangle in his hair but with a light swat to your thigh, Dean stopped you. 

“ Don’t touch me” He mumbled into your mouth.

You pulled away in confusion, turning to face him. “Why?” You asked, your voice small.

He tucked your hair behind your ear and trapped you against his body. “I can’t, I can’t find the words to explain how I feel.” He tensed, squeezing his eyes shut as he struggled to find his words so you took the chance to slide your hands up to his neck and weave your fingers into his hair.

His face relaxed and his eyelids freed the stress wrinkles. His lips parted as you tugged slightly. “I..” He breathed, as if he was having an internal battle with himself. “No, Please, just let me show you. I want to show you.” He grabbed your hands and held them between your bodies. 

Without another word, Dean sat up and lifted his shirt from his body. Dean stood from the bed and started to unbuckle his belt, his eyes locked on you as you pushed the sheets away from your body. Dean froze.

“Is that my shirt?” His voice was hooded with desire as he eyed the tatted flannel on your body.

You nodded silently and bit into your lower lip, watching as Dean hurriedly slid off his jeans. He crawled back onto the bed and gripped your thighs tightly in his hands and yanked your body down the bed, the shirt riding up your body. Your arms were spread out at either side of you as you watched the glorious man in front of you. He lowered himself down between your thighs, muscles bulging in his shoulders and arms. Your arousal pooled between your legs as Dean hooked his arms under your knees. He placed hot, wet kisses along the inside of your thigh.

Dean gripped your panties in his fists, your legs now over his shoulders. A light gasp sounded from your mouth as he tore them in half, taking them from your body to throw them on the floor. 

“I liked those” You whispered, suddenly going shy. 

Dean laughed and went back to kissing your thigh, he was so close to your core. You could feel his hot breath against your slick folds. Wherever Dean’s lips were left a scorching heat behind. He nipped and bit at each of your thighs, his fingers digging into your hips. 

Your eyes flew shut as you felt a smooth lick on your clit. A moan sounded through the room as he pulled it between his lips. You wanted to weave your hands through his hair but you couldn’t, you wanted to be good for him and stick to what the rule was; no touching. Your fingers gripped the bed sheets as your back arched, Dean’s stubble scratching against your thighs. Dean sucked harshly at the bundle of nerves, flicking tongue repeatedly over it.  You panted heavily as you moaned Dean’s name. You felt the tight knot in the pit of your stomach starting to slowly unwind. 

Dean trailed his right hand from your hip and down to your entrance, he gently teased it with his middle finger, grinning again when he felt you writhe beneath him. 

“Please, Dean” You gasped and wriggled your hips making him look up, his lips letting go of your swollen bud.

“Look at you, so responsive to me.” He smirked as he watched you claw at the sheets of the bed when he slowly sunk his finger into you.

He curved his finger, hitting your g-spot perfectly, making you let out a loud cry. He removed his finger, trailing it up your body leaving a wet trail of juices behind. His long, rough, fingers landed on the button of the flannel and quickly opened it, letting the shirt fall open at your sides. 

A rosy blush fell upon your cheeks as he trailed his eyes over you, taking his time to memorize every piece of the goddess splayed out before him. In his eyes you were beautiful, even your flaws. He ducked down and kissed just above your belly button. His hot mouth moving up your skin, stubble scratching along the way. Calloused hands gripped hard at your thighs, fingers digging in hard. You panted heavily when his mouth wrapped around your nipple, his teeth sinking into your flesh. 

A cry of pleasure came from you making Dean twitch in his boxers. He groaned slightly and rubbed his erection against your thigh. He tugged on your nipple so it scraped on his teeth, goose bumps arising on your skin. You bucked yourself into him, eager to feel him, to get him closer. Dean sat up,you laying on the bed, breathing laboured. He pulled his boxers off his body, his member springing up to his stomach. 

Dean gripped your legs again and hooked them over his shoulders before looking up at you, “Baby, I’m not gonna go gentle..” He warned as you leant up on your elbows.

You locked eyes with man and nodded, “I don’t want you to be” 

Your legs fell to his sides as he moved forward to capture your lips with his own, his lips moving fast against yours. He reached down and gripped his girth in his hand, rubbing just the head between your folds. He hissed slightly and bit on your bottom lip, sinking his teeth in hard making you moan.

He waited for your nod of consent before he drove in, all in one. He stretched your walls, not giving you time to adjust before he drug back and drove back in again. His pace slowly picked up, the penetration stirring your arousal deeper and deeper. Your hands inched towards Dean’s hair but he stopped you by pinning your wrists to the mattress either side of you as he snapped his hips back and forth at an incredible speed. 

You writhed beneath him, a moaning mess. Your hands were clenching into fists, eager to grip anything. The pleasure was intense, his thrusts grew animalistic, pounding you with such a force that the bed was slamming against the wall. 

Dean’s lips parted as he moaned, a heavy sheen of sweat embracing his chest. “Y/N, Come on baby” He coaxed. 

You were on the edge, so close with him hitting just the right spot inside you. His thrusts grew sloppy and you clenched around him, squeezing him tight and feeling him throb. 

He drew back again and snapped his hips forward harshly, hitting that knot in your stomach and making it unravel. You screamed Dean’s name as your back arched and your legs shook. Your orgasm took over you, your whole body heating up like a fire. You felt Deans seed fill you as he shouted and let go of your wrists, his head falling into your neck.

You both panted as you came down from your high, Dean not moving from you. His head layed on your sweaty chest, your hand coming up to stroke through his hair.

“I love you, Y/N” Dean whispered, “Don’t leave me” His hand gripped your free one and held it over his heart, it pounding wildly against his chest.

You smiled softly down at him before answering. “I love you too, Dean” You closed your eyes, relaxing. “I won’t leave you, I need you too much”

So! That’s that finished! I’m sorry it’s so short.. my smut writing is shit. And yes there has been a change of username! I am taking requests!

A little bit Ghostly(SamxReader)

Characters: samxreader, briefly dean, cas 

warnings: pregnancy, swearing, death? i think.

Summary: Sam and Dean are ghosts but Y/n can’t get them back to their bodies. The boys end up finding their way back to the bunker five months later only to discover that sam is a soon to be father. Dean then vows to find a way to get them both back into their bodies.

A/N: okay so i’m sorry if this isn’t factually correct but i’m only on season five and i don’t know much about what cas can and can’t do. i’ve been reading other one shots and kind of gotten the jist of it. If you want to know how Sam and Dean get back please ask for a part two! if this gets good feedback then i will carry it on. I don’t have an update schedule but i write when i can. 

How could something like this happen?! You thought to yourself. You didn’t know weather to be mourning or angry. The boys had gotten Cas to turn them into ghosts for the hunt. They needed to talk to a reaper and you needed to do research. The boys found it weird that you willingly stayed at the bunker to research but they just put it down to your experience with reapers but little did they know it was because of the baby Winchester growing in your womb.

That was five months ago. You had no idea what had happened to them but you were starting to panic. You couldn't get them back in their bodies. You couldn’t even ask them for help because you had no idea where they’re spirits were. Castiel popped in occasionally and advised you to rest, but you couldn’t. You’d gotten Cas to do some mumbo jumbo on their bodies so they were reserved for when they eventually came back. 

You were waiting for Cas to pop in. Waiting on news to see where they were; Heaven, Hell, Purgatory? Your left hand was resting on your stomach, the visible bump calming you, letting you know that you could at least carry on the Winchester gene. Sam was your everything, so to carry his child and bring them up was a mission you’d made.  

You sighed, your right hand wiping tears from your eyes. You just wanted them back. The bunker felt so cold and lonely without the nitters back and forth or the laughing. It was just you now.

”Y/N, I have good news” A deep, stiff voice made you jump. 

You knew who it was, each word pronounced correctly. Cas.

”Jesus, Cas! Don’t scare me like that” You sniffed, rubbing at your wet eyes one last time before looking up at him. 

“I’m sorry. It’s been relayed back to me that they haven’t been seen anywhere.” He said slowly, trying not to anger you.

Standing slowly from the table, you clenched your fists at your sides. “They aren’t in hell! They aren’t in Heaven and they aren’t in Purgatory! Cas where the hell are they?!” You screamed as you broke down again.

“Y/N, I promise we will find them but you have to rest. Stress isn’t good for the baby” Cas said gently as he splayed a soft hand on your lower back.

Sam and were in the last motel you guys were at. They were hoping you were there. They had planned to move a vase off a table or something but came unstuck when you weren’t there. 

“Dean, I’m telling you, she’s at the bunker “ Sam sighed, looking around the two-bed room.

Dean turned to look at his brother with an annoyed glare. “ Sammy, we’ve been doing this for five months. we’ve been checking motel after motel! Why didn’t you mention that she could of been there months ago!” He shouted. 

You were family to Dean, he loved you like a sister and he knew you wouldn’t deal well with this. 

“ I’m sorry, I’m not perfect.” Sam snapped, all he wanted was to be close to you. “How do we get there?” He asked curiously.

Dean bit his lip in thought and shrugged. “We,uh, maybe poof there?” he struggled. 

“Okay, so, maybe we close our eyes and if we think about the bunker hard enough..we’ll be there?” Sam guessed. 

So they did. They tried it and luckily it worked. When they opened their eyes seconds later, they were stood in the kitchen of the bunker, right behind you and Cas. The brothers looked at each other in triumph, a large grin spreading across Dean’s face.

Sam watched as you fretted to Cas. “Cas, I need them home. I can’t rest!” You argued with the angel. 

“But Y/N you need to take care of yourself” Cas had crossed his arms, determined to make you rest.

Dean noticed you shiver and tense. “ Cas, is it me or is there a cold spot in here” You mumbled, head turning to look around. 

“ Sam, Dean?” He called before nodding, he could tell.

“They’re here” He smiled.

Sam didn’t like it, the way you looked right through him. He nearly choked when you turned around, his eyes were locked on your stomach. 

“ Sammy? I-I don’t know what to do. I’ve tried so hard.. I’m still looking.. I wont give up on you two. I promise” You mumbled, looking around wearily.

Your left hand came up to rub your bump, in an attempt of comfort. You sighed and began explaining. 

“I found out why I was sick.. on the morning we found the hunt. Sammy, Baby, I was going to tell when the hunt was over.. but..I can’t get you back. I promise i will.. and you’ll be an amazing daddy. Dean, i know you’ll be the best uncle ever..” You sobbed into your hand. “I need you guys”

Sam walked forward and reached out his hand, trying to touch you. An angry growl left his throat as it went straight through. 

“ Dean, we can’t stay dead. I can’t leave her like this.” Sam looked to his brother for comfort.

Dean had never seen his little brother so pained, he knew how much he loved you. 

“We will get out of this. You two will be happy. You’ll have your kid, get married and be the best damn father there is. I am telling you now Sammy!” Dean’s voice trembled as he too watched you pull yet another book from the pile on the table. 

How were they going to get back?

Ain’t nothing like a Trickster.

PART TWO OF ‘A LITTLE BIT GHOSTLY’

Part one

Pairing: Samxreader

Characters: Sam, Dean, Trickster,  Reader

Warnings: none?

A/N: Hey guys and girls, this is part two of “A little bit Ghostly”. So... who is behind this awful situation? I will admit, The first part lacked description and length. I will try to make this one better. I don’t know how many parts this will have, that depends on what you guys want. If you have any positive feedback let me know. As I said before; I’m sorry if this isn’t factually correct. I’m just trying to make it work. I’m only on season five but i’ve had so many spoilers. Please tell me what you think!

Sam stared at his body, noticing how peaceful it looked. His once tanned complexion now pale and un-moving. He wanted everything to fix itself. 

He had no idea why nothing was working. Cas couldn’t turn them back and the reverse spell didn’t work either. Someone had to be behind this. They had ‘Poofed’ back to the bunker two months ago, Dean was going crazy and so was Sam. 

The eldest brother was watching you frantically jot down an address on a scrap of paper. You were wearing one of Sam’s shirts, the front stretched out over your stomach. 

Dean had been working on moving things. He’d read a book title and if he concentrated on the book hard enough it would move and join your pile on the table. That was how you communicated. 

You were biting your lip and looking around when Dean turned to look at you again. A small smile made its way onto his lips. He was trying to work out what you were looking for, his eyes following everywhere you looked. 

“Dammit,Winchester. Where do you hide them?” You groaned, lifting books and boxes to try and find what you were looking for. 

Dean’s eyebrows furrowed as he followed you on the way to his room, pausing in the doorway as he took in the sight of his lifeless body on his bed. 

“Y/N, what are you doing?” He mumbled to himself. 

Your hands yanked open draw after draw, rummaging through. Your eyes widened as you took in just how many packs of condoms the man kept. 

“Jesus, you sure do take precautions” You mumbled as you stood and looked around the room once more.  

Dean smirked to himself and chuckled. He wasn’t too keen on you rummaging through his belongings but it seemed you were desperate. 

Dean’s smile fell as he witnessed you take a deep breath and stare at his body. You slowly shuffled forward and knelt on the bed beside him. 

“Oh, Dean..” You said quietly as your hand came up to brush his hair back. 

He had to look away, he couldn’t watch. It made him emotional. 

You lent down and kissed his forehead, moving your hand to his pocket and feeling around for the Impala keys. You then tried his other pocket and let out a displeased sound.

”No, Why did you give them to Sam?” You cried slightly. 

You couldn’t use your car, it was out of fuel and the breaks were sticking.Dean’s was the only option. 

“Dean, I don’t know if I can go into Sammy’s room” He heard your weak voice and turned to watch again. “It’s taking all I have just to sit here..” You held his cold hand. 

“ I think I have something.. so I’ll be back in a couple of days” You nodded to yourself and stood, rubbing both hands down your face.

You had to get the keys from Sam but you didn’t know if you could. Standing as straight as you could, you waddled slightly out of the room with Dean’s spirit in tow yet again. 

“I’m gonna start calling you penguin” He chuckled slightly as he crossed his arms. 

Sam was startled when he felt you walk right through him, he hated it. He turned to Dean and raised an eyebrow. 

“What do you want?” He asked his brother.

Dean looked over Sam’s shoulder, noting your emotional state and tensed his jaw. 

“We need to go to the car.” He stated as he gestured Sam to follow him. 

Sam did follow Dean, the two glancing at eachother before waiting. “So.. why are we here?” Sam rolled his eyes.”I think we have better things to worry about than your precious car, Dean!” Sam’s voice came out hard and strong.

“Just shut up and listen, Sam!” Dean snapped before continuing. “Y/N’s taking the Impala and going somewhere for a few days. We should keep an eye on her!” 

You held the keys in your hand, standing infront of the impala. You had thrown your bag into the trunk and grabbed Dean’s gun to carry in the front seat. 

The brothers glanced at eachother as they watched you struggle to fit comfortably in the car. You reached out for the lever to adjust the steering wheel, stopping it from pushing into the bump that is your stomach.

“Oh, come on Y/N. I had that just right” Dean groaned, leaning forward from the back.

“Dean, she can’t see us” The younger brother chuckled from the back.

“No she cant see us” They knew that voice anywhere. Trickster.

Dean whipped around and glared. “Is this your doing?!” He boomed, anger radiating off him.

“Now now. Thats not a way to talk to me if you want to get back, is it?” the Trickster chuckled. 

“Turn us back! Y/N needs us!” Sam pleaded, he knew there was someone behind this.

“Oh boo hoo. You know this crap nearly made me shed a tear.” The trickster chuckled. “I’ll turn you back, once you’ve learned your lesson”

“What lesson?” Sam rushed out, becoming impatient.

“When you realize making stupid decisions like this could cost you your life! You know.. I might wait just a little while longer..” He grinned before disappearing. 

Sweet Dreams

Characters: Sam x reader, Dean 

Summary: Deans layed up in hospital so this gives the reader a chance to drive the impala and play her own music. Sam uses his time to study the small, carefree things about the reader that make him feel an array of emotions.

A/N: Sorry it’s short. 

Words: 968

Dean was awake and that was a good thing. The bad thing? He wasn’t allowed out of hospital for at least a few days. He had reluctantly handed you the keys, refusing to give them to Sam because the last time he drove a dent appeared.

After many threats and promises to look after Baby, you eventually met Sam outside the entrance. With a sly grin making its way onto your lips, you held up The keys and jingled them in front of the tall Winchesters face.

Sam watched with a fond smile as the mischievous twinkle appeared in your eyes. He loved the rare moments of a few days off. He always noticed you relax a bit more and he loved when your real personality came to show.

Sam’s hand reached forward to grab the familiar set of car keys, faltering slightly when you pulled them away. 

“There’s a catch.” You giggled slightly, watching Sam’s confused expression. “You aren’t aloud to drive, strict order from the boss.” 

His eyes locked on yours and his grin slipped from his face. “Oh he cant be serious. I don’t always scratch it!” 

You walked closer to him and raised your eyebrow, placing your hand on his upper arm. “Sammy, Sweetie. Think about it” You moved your hand and smoothed some of his hair behind his ear, smiling when you could see his eyes. 

It didn’t take long to convince the tall brown haired brother, mainly because it only took one touch from you and he was sold. You were on the road again, on your way to interview the victim’s family. 

You lifted your hips off the seat to pull your old ipod from your pocked. You quickly plugged it in on the dock Sam included long ago and pressed play. 

He watched, more like studied you. The way you visibly relaxed at the sound of the song. The small smile never left his plump lips as he watched you bob your head and tap the steering wheel to the beat. 

“ Sweet dreams are made of this, who am I to disagree” You sand along with the words, moving your shoulders with every line. 

You were so carefree, no matter what the situation and Sam loved that. He loved you. 

“I travel the world and the seven seas, everybody’s looking for something” You looked toward Sam as you imitated the singer’s voice. 

“You’re such a dork, Y/N” Sam chuckled but it didn’t stop him from turning up the volume. 

“But you love me for it!” You winked slightly and went back to tapping and bobbing your head.

Sam’s expression changed and he sat up a little straighter, his smile turning to a knowing one. “Yeah, Yeah I do.” The silent mumble went un-noticed by you as you were belting out the lyrics even louder than before.

“Some of them want to use you,” You danced along as best you could, pressing your foot on the accelerator pedal a bit more. “Some of them want to be used by you”

Sam turned the speaker down low as you pulled up next to a park.

It came the time to dig up some bones, human bones. As you threw the shovel up onto the dirt you heaved a breath and looked at Sam. 

“Hey, Sammy?” You asked quietly.

“What is it, Y/N?” He replied, fishing the fuel can from his bag.

“How much does it weigh?” You bit your bottom lip to hide the grin as you looked at the human skeleton in the ground. 

Sam stood and furrowed his eyebrows at you and began to speak. 

“Y/N, I don’t-”

You cut him off in a fit of giggles and snorts, spluttering out your answer, “A skeleton!” 

You were still laughing when you pulled yourself out of the grave. You expected Sam’s reaction to the joke to be a bit different than it was. He just stared at you with those big brown puppy eyes. Sam’s expression looked defeated and fond.

“I love you” He breathed out on a chuckle as he shook his head. 

You stood frozen. He just said he loves you. After all this time you thought it was one sided. You stayed silent as Sam burned the bones and covered the tracks. 

Sam was torn, he thought he’d messed up. However as soon as the both of you had gotten in the impala and adjusted to the warmth, you’d clung to him. Scooting over to the passenger side to latch your limbs through his. You rested your head in his neck and sighed in comfort. 

“I’m sorry I went quiet.” You whispered as Sam’s muscular arm held your waist. “I thought it was only me... y’know who fell in love. I’m scared, one day i’m gonna lose you to this job or your gonna lose me a-and that terrifies me” 

Sam closed his eyes and let his lips rest on the top of your head. “We have to make the most of our time then.” He said softly. “Meaning, what a waste it would be if I don’t kiss you right now” 

Sam gently tilted your chin up with his fingers and ran his thumb over your bottom lip, watching as they parted and your eyes fell closed. He dipped his head down, capturing his soft lips with your slightly chapped ones. He cupped your cheeks with his big, warm hands. 

You two jumped apart to a knock on the window and a frustrated groan.

“Sammy, i’m happy you two got together but in my car?!” Dean’s voice floated through the car as he swung the door open.

“You aren’t meant to be discharged yet..how did you get here?” You blushed bright red as you scooted to sit up.

“ I discharged myself, dummy. Gimme the keys” 

Wished - Dean x Reader

Summary: Alice is going to get exactly what she wishes for a long time, end with her simple and indifferent life. The only thing that she can't imagine, is that things won't happen the way she had planned. Words count: 619. Notes: K, so I'm starting a story that is mainly posted on Wattpad (my user name is @Jubstb), but I decided to share to you guys here too... I plan to write something in 2 or 3 chapters. It is also my first posted story, so it would be lovely if you guys could tell me what you think about it... hope you'll like it! ~•~•~    People are weird, why would they pretend to be happy? I mean, that's what they do, right? Yeah, sure, happiness isn't real, just a daydream of our mind when it doesn't want to face the truth of our world and life. Happy people are liars and dumb, it's like they prefer to believe in something that we can't prove if exist, other than facing the truth of our humanity. Humanity it is sad, broken, cold, weak, and an orphan, just like me.    Funny thing is that, now, that I am in a bridge, trying to find a fact that would be enough to make me think otherwise besides jumping, all that I can feel is the strong wind and well, gravity; both pushing me down. And I, that have thought that was at the end of the bottle. Isn't Earth an ironic son of a bitch?    I can't stop myself to think if my parents were alive, if I could call friends those people that I see everyday, if I could look at my doctor's face and make him scratch my depression meds prescription; if this way, things could be different. Different? Does that mean that I would be happy? Wasn't I the one that was saying that there is no such thing?    Oh man, whatever, I can't believe that I can be such a mess even before jumping from a place so high like this one. Jeez, it is so high, I surely won't survive. Good.    I almost fell when I heard a loud scream from a house that was by my left.    "Okay, that would be a pathetic way to die" I whisper to myself and, as soon as I am done taking a deep breath I hear that sound again. I look to the direction where the scream is coming from and I realize that the house is pretty far for such a loud noise.    "Gosh, the thing in this lady bathroom must be really big for a desperation like this" I say while smirking and looking at the house. Suddenly the front door opens and catches my attention, being entertained by the mess. A man runs out of the house and when he gets near to the sidewalk, he looks up and start screaming before a black fog comes out of his mouth and then he falls in front of the so organized garden.    "Holy shit! What the hell was that?!" I exclaim to myself with the shot open eyes.    I get out of where I was sitting and put both bare foot on the road, that because of the low temperature make me feel like if I was walking on ice. I slowly start to walk, still looking at the house and the man, that after had fell on the ground, hadn't gotten up.    I curse my choose of clothes for my death's night the moment the cold wind hits me again. A little white dress looked poetic. Sue me.    Realizing what I was doing, I stopped on my way and coming near the edge of the bridge again, I saw the river that passes under it and questioned myself if I was going to let my curiosity be enough to let my death's time a little later. I heard the earlier scream again and for a moment felt embarrassed for having second thoughts about it. Damn woman, there may be people in big trouble right now, how can you be so selfish?    And with this thought on my mind, I got away from the side of that bridge and started to run in the direction of that man's house. It's not like if the bridge is going to get out of here anyway.

Geek Girls Are In - Dean Winchester

Geek Girls Are In – Dean Winchester x Reader. Title: Geek Girls Are In. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count:1792 Warnings: None. Summary: A big friend of Charlie comes to the bunker to help her and the brothers. But maybe she will be able to know something better. - “Guys, I’m pretty sure that I can handle this. It will probably take some time, not going to say that it’ll be easy, but it’s not impossible.” Charlie said after checking the computer right in front of her. “Are you sure? ‘Cause Sammy right here is trying for days and got jack.” “Yeah, thanks Dean, I would probably have resolved it if I had some help.” Sam said giving Dean a bitch face. “You really want to talk about this right now princess?” Dean said tiredly while turning around to see the brother. The three of them were in the bunker’s library looking for some strange case Sam had found on the newspaper in the morning. Well, Monday morning. A week ago Monday morning. “Okay boys, go Harry and Draco away from me. I actually am a little bit concerned about this, I mean, don’t you think it is just too weird that there is absolutely nothing in this huge library about this hideous society? For all that we know, it could be like a start to a new apocalypse” Charlie said seriously. “Or it could be nothing at all” Dean said directly to his brother, giving him a bitch face. “First, you two gotta stop doing this face of yours, it is starting to freak me out and second,” She said it before the Winchesters could begging their little fight all over again “I don’t want to scare anybody but, I might probably need some help here” Charlie said carefully. “What do you need us to do?” Sam said, ready to go for it. “It’s nice of you guys but… I need an outside help. Is it cool if I invite a friend of my to come here? I already know who to call.” “I don’t know… It’s not lik-“ Dean tried to say, but Charlie didn’t let him. “She’s really trustful, I promise! She’s like a sister to me, the only person in my life for so long.” She smiled remembering of her friend. “Pretty please boys… she’s really smart and I’m sure that she can help us with the task in hand, besides, she’s my family and you are my family, I am trying to get you to meet a long time ago. She’s like my secret weapon, and she knows about hunting, you don’t have to worry.” Sam and Dean looked a little bit touched for the way that Charlie talked about this friend. They knew how lonely her life has been, just like theirs had. Even Dean felt himself happier to know that she was not completely alone, that she had somebody. Just like he had Sam. And looking in a colder point of view, this thing that they had zero idea of what it was has been killing people nonstop. They needed all the help, and they needed now. The brothers shared a look and nodded to each other and to Charlie, in what resulted in a very happy Charlie in the middle of the library. “Oh man, thank you so much! I’m going to call and tell her to be here asap… You are going to love her!” The redhead got out of the room picking her phone. - “First things first;” Charlie started saying as soon as she entered the kitchen the next morning and noticing that both boys were there “Dean,“ She said pointing to the man in the robe with a coffee in hand “You don’t go all flirty with her, she’s different and you are not going to bed with her. Just try to resist. Oh, good luck my old friend” Charlie smirked and blinked one eye to the green eye man. Sam that was sitting in the chair with his phone in hand laughed at the pained look that appeared in his brother’s face. “And Sam,” Charlie continued turning to him and rising an eyebrow “You don’t get to steal my best friend and sister got it? I’m sure you are going to freak out because she likes the same things that we do so… just try to control it.” Sam nodded smiling, seeing how Charlie was excited about this. “She’s going to be here in 20 minutes, just warning.” She said while walking out of the kitchen and going to her bedroom. “Good morning to you too, happy bunny.” Dean murmured before finishing his drink. - They were hanging at the library when somebody knocking on the door was heard. Charlie got up from the chair and looked at her watch. “6 minutes late, but still here.” She said while looking at the boys and going to the bunker’s door. As soon as she opened it, she saw a very familiar woman standing right in front of her, and a huge smile appeared in her face. “Charlie!” She said while dropping her bags and hugging her old friend. “(Y/N)!” Charlie didn’t remember the last time that she hugged somebody so strong. “I missed you so bad” (Y/N) let go of the redhead and looked at her. “Oh, I feel like I missed so much of your life recently… look at you! You cutted your hair!” The girl said in awe passing her fingers through her hair. “Yes, I did… I think these two months were the longest time that I got to be without you… But come in, there are some guys that I want you to meet!” Charlie picked her bags and led her to the stairs. “Dude, this is awesome, it’s huge! How did you found it?” (Y/N) said as she was walking behind her friend and taking a good look at the place. “Well, actually it was by accident” a strong and deep voice was heard as soon as she hit the end of the stairs, and looking up, she saw two really tall (and really handsome) men staring at her with a soft smile. Charlie looked at the blond, the one with amazing green eyes “This is Dean, he is the older Winchester, and this,” She take her eyes of Dean and lend them in the taller one with long hair and beautiful eyes “this is Sam, the baby one.” Sam turned his eyes at Charlie. “And guys, this is (Y/N), my best sister” She said proudly. “So pleasured to meet you guys, really.” (Y/N) said shaking Sam’s hand and turning to Dean, standing your hand to him “Charlie had told me so much about you.” Dean took her hand and the second he touched her she felt her stomach drop just by looking deep in his eyes and shaking his hand. The smile that hadn’t gotten out of her face only got bigger, just like the one in Dean’s face. “Only good things I hope” He said softly and she recognized his voice from earlier. “Do you even have bad things? Because for all I know, you had saved the world as much as Lord Vader had destroyed planets” She said laughing and keeping eye contact with Dean, who laughed too. “Oh, you have no idea sweetheart, don’t let yourself be fooled by their adorable faces” Charlie said smirking and you realized that she had seen everything between you and the man that was still staring at you. Not in a creepy way though. “So, I’ll assume that you have read the books?” Sam said with curious eyes but an incredible soft smile. “Oh, no, no. I haven’t” She said a little shy now “Charlie told me about them, and I actually started reading, but it is so weird knowing that all of that actually happened. I felt like if I was invading your privacy or something, so I stopped.” “Really?” Sam said so surprised “This is really nice of you, you are like, the first person to say this.” He said with a smile. “But I am glad, and I really appreciate it.” (Y/N) gave him a soft smile “With all the respect, but you are a really gentle guy” She couldn’t remember the last time she has met guys so nice like them. “Both of you” (Y/N) said returning to look at Dean, that was not liking all the attention that you were giving his brother. He had a frown in his face, but it vanished as soon as you returned your glare to him, and he felt himself smiling again. “Well” The eldest brother said while puffing his chest and giving his best smile, trying to impress you. “Then, let me get your bags and show you were your room is going to be.” He said softly and reluctant, Dean Winchester has never seen any woman that had a beauty compared to the one standing in front of him right now, and he was still a little bit shocked by it. (Y/N) felt her cheeks getting warmer by the attention that Dean was giving her; not that she was complaining, it was the exact opposite of it, but her smile fell when she realized that her heart had just skipped a beat, and at that moment she knew that maybe, when she would try to get some sleep, she’d still be thinking about a certain smile. Dean, that was focused in her face realized that she had stopped smiling and felt chills running his whole body. What the hell? Since when Dean got nervous around women? “I mean,” He said less excited now “If you feel comfortable with it and only if you want to. Or maybe you could just go with Charlie.” Dean said not looking straight in her eyes as he felt rejected. “Oh no, there is no problem at all. I would love to.” (Y/N) said already hoping for times with Dean. “Really?” Dean said snapping his face up and looking at her. Gosh she has such a gorgeous smile. And certainly made Dean feel warmer inside. “Let’s go them. If you want to, I can show you the bunker before we start working. You’re an IT too aren’t you?” Dean asked while grabbing her bags and leading the way for her. “Yeah, I met Charlie at college. It’s actually a funny story” She said smiling and following Dean, their voices getting smaller as they get away to the bedrooms. But Sam and Charlie still standing in the middle of the room could listen to them both laughing together. “Hey Charlie” Sam called after her seeing a smile on her face. When Charlie looked up, she saw a huge smile on Sam’s face too. “Yeah Sam.” “Why do I have a good feeling about this?” He said a little bit funny. “Because maybe Sam, maybe” She stopped at the sound of yours and Dean’s laughter and let out a chuckled “maybe, this is the start of something good.”

 ‘We’ve Met’ - Dean Winchester Imagines

Dean x Reader

Warning: Cursing, like one? Or two?

Summary: You show up at an Old Friend's house one day only to find someone you would rather avoid for the rest of your foreseeable life. But you do you feel like that when you leave?

You raised your hand as you looked at the door in front of you. You prayed someone was home. You took a deep breath in and wiped the cold sweat from your forehead. The sound of knuckles on wood could be heard echoing through the house. The sound of footsteps followed, then a gun being loaded. The door inched open behind the screen. The bearded face you hadn’t seen in three years appeared in the crack. The suspicious look in his eyes faded to surprise. A shy smile spread across your face.

The last time the two of you had talked it hadn’t ended well. You had been the pig headed hunter that you were raised to be and he had been a worried and had also been right. You had let your temper flare and had said some things you regretted instantly. But Family came first, always and no matter what. And he had crossed a line even if he had been right. You would rather die than let any harm come to your family, and that’s exactly what he had asked.

‘Hi Bobby’ You breathed out. He threw open the door and you seen him dropping a gun on the table. You stepped back as he swung open the screen. He took you into his arms pulling you into his chest. You sighed and wrapped your arms around him. ‘I’m sorry’ You buried your face in his shoulder breathing him in. Thank God Bobby wasn’t the type to hold anything against you. 

He pulled back. ‘What are you doing here?’ He looked you up and down, probably searching for injuries. ‘Needed a break from hunting’ You shrugged and he gave you his famous  ‘I’m not buying that’ face. ‘Don’t you usually hit up Las Vegas or Disneyland for that?’ You sighed and let your shoulders sag. ‘I got a problem’ You breathed looking up at him through your lashes. 

He instantly went into Dad mode and his forehead furrowed beneath the cap that always seemed permanently on his head. You closed your eyes and let your hand grip the bottom of your top and lifted it up to show him the cut on your side. It had been causing you distress since you had gotten it. ‘Some nasty Wendigo got me a few hunts ago’ You felt an arm around your waist and you slumped against the older man.

He held the door open for you. ‘You’re burning up’ He sighed. You shrugged again. ‘It’s infected...I don’t know how it ended up so bad’ You smiled up at him. The cut on your side was long and deep and you had actually passed out after killing the Wendigo. It had turned about a week ago, resulting in you having to dose yourself on antibiotics, but nothing worked.

You closed your eyes as the world spun when he guided you into the sitting room. ‘Well hello there’ A familiar deep voice echoed through your ears. You opened your eyes and seen the last person you wanted to deal with right now.

Dean Winchester.

Your eyes landed on the tall handsome man who sat at Bobby’s table in the kitchen. He had a bear in his hand as he smiled at you. ‘Dean’ His brother snapped from beside him. ‘Hello Y/N’ Sam stood and rushed to your side to help you to the couch. You had met Sam and Dean on a hunt not too long ago. You had set yourself up as bait for a monster and had ended up in chains in a basement alongside the other girls who had went missing. You had gotten out, beaten and bruised a day later and the two Winchester Brothers had showed up.

Dean had found it hard to believe that the small girl in a deep plunging black dress and five inch heels with her long nails and running make-up was a hunter and had made a few unwanted comments.

Sam, of course, had been a complete gentleman and apologised for his brother saying he was going through a rough time and had patched you up while Dean had cleaned up whatever mess the monster had made.

You did not get on with Dean Winchester.

‘You know each other?’ Bobby looked between the three of you. He had presumed if you ran into each other he would have known. He was convinced that you three would be inseparable. He had always thought of introducing you and Dean, you two would get on well. And he would never tell you but he always worried about you hunting on your own.

‘We’ve met’ You glared at Dean as the two men helped you onto the couch. Dean seemed to realise then that you were actually hurt. He stood from his seat and came over to your side. ‘You hurt?’ He asked watching you wince. ‘No’ You snapped sarcastically. Bobby rolled his eyes and gave you a soft punch in the shoulder. ‘You ain’t coming into my house after all these years and mouthing off girl, behave. I don’t care what happened between you two you both behave yourselves in my house’ Bobby scolded you both.

When your Father had died, your sister who had always followed his vision of the ‘perfect daughter’ had gone into a downward spiral. You Mom had called you four months later in tears telling you about her latest stunt. Dabbling in witchcraft.

When you showed up at the doorstep you had been surprised. And not pleasantly. Her husband and kids were staying with his parents because of some incident with a hex bag. She told you everything. How he had come to her on a hunt because he couldn’t contact you, you two were never close. She had tried to hex you a few times but you had calmed her. But had felt bad enough to help her try and contact him.

You had and it ended up being something that had helped her move on and get back to her own life, but it was also something that left you in hospital in a coma for 4 months. And apparently your sisters knew the risks and hadn’t exactly cared about the repercussions, in her mind it was your fault he was dead. You were a more experienced hunter, is it had been you instead of her there he wouldn’t have died. Bobby had warned you against it when you called. Told you that it was dangerous, he had been right. But you were a stubborn hunter who had never taken to an authority figure, especially males.

It was a mistake. You knew that. Bobby he had always treated you like a daughter. He was just worried about you. You were too pig headed to listen. When you and your father fell out it was Bobby who had taken on the role, and you’d thrown that back in his face. But here you were again, when things went wrong, it was Bobby you went to. Not your real Family. Which had always made you doubt where your loyalties lay.

‘Sam, get me the whiskey, she’ll need it’ He ordered. You grabbed his sleeve. ‘I’m on medication, I can’t drink’ Bobby just scoffed and nodded at Sam. ‘The strong one, in the back’ Both him and Sam disappeared. ‘Hunt gone wrong?’ Dean asked tentatively. You sighed and nodded leaning back in the chair thankful to get some down time, the last hunt had been bad. ‘You could say that, yeah a few weeks back’ You felt a hand on your head and you jumped your eyes shooting open. Dean was leaning over you his hand on your forehead. His eyebrows furrowed. 

You jerked away from him. ‘You’re hot’ He stated. ‘Not what you were saying he last time we met’ You scoffed and waved him away. ‘Listen Y/N’ He sighed and looked out into the hall where Bobby had disappeared to. ‘I wasn’t in the best place last time I seen you. Things weren’t going too well’ You reached out and patted his shoulder. He looked back at you. His eyes met yours. You couldn’t deny that Dean Winchester wasn’t one hell of a good looking man. And he looked after Sam like it was the only thing that mattered to him. But he was a bit of an asshole ‘Honestly Dean, I have more pressing matters right now than you in a mood two years ago’ He let a small smile creep up onto his face.

You closed your eyes and leaned your head back on the couch. ‘But only because of Bobby. I’ve given that man too much grief over the years. And you two are his golden boys so’ You heard him scoff. ‘Glad to see you two haven’t killed each other when I was gone. Pull up that shirt Y/N’ You heard Bobby’s voice. ‘I think they made up, as far as I heard’ Sam chuckled. ‘You were listening?’ Dean snapped. ‘Alright, how about you two keep your spat to yourselves’ You felt Bobby sit beside you as the couch went down and then something cold was pressed to your hands and you wrapped your fingers around the bottle and the other pulled your shirt up off the wound. ‘Son of a Bitch’ You heard Dean breath. ‘We need to get you to a hospital’ You shook your head and opened your eyes swallowing the whiskey. 

It burned the back of your throat but you welcomed that. ‘Can’t’ Your eyes landed on Bobby. ‘I’m on the FBI, CIA and Homeland Security’s watchlist. Life has been a nightmare for the past year’ Both Dean and Sam’s mouths dropped open but Bobby just rolled his eyes. ‘Looks like it’s time to fake your death’ Bobby opened the first aid box on his lap. ‘What did you do to deserve that?’ You looked at Sam and took a sip of the whiskey. ‘I exercised a few demons, ended up their meat suits were some VIPs and also dead’ You winced as Bobby started to cut the stitches. You drank another mouthful of whiskey and closed your eyes waiting for the pain.

Groaning you woke. There was something cool on your forehead and your feet were bare meaning someone had taken off your boots. You tried to sit up but there was a hand on your shoulder. ‘Easy’ A deep unwavering voice echoed through the pounding in your head. ‘Bobby put in new stitches, we’re trying to get in touch with Cas to fix you up’ Slowly you opened your eyes. Dean was crouched by the couch. His eyes fixed on you. 

You reached up and took the damp clothe from your head. ‘Where is he?’ You looked around. Usually when you woke up Bobby was always there, he always watched over you when you were passed out. ‘Went to the shop, said something about beer and pizza’ You smiled. ‘I hope he brings back the meat feast’ Dean gave a small chuckle. ‘Beer?’ He held up a bottle of beer. ‘It’s the last one, apart from that one’ He nodded to the half drank beer on the desk behind him.

You dropped the cloth to the ground and began to push yourself up. Dean snuck his arm around you when he seen you wince. You had stayed awake longer than he had expected as Bobby had dug around in your side. When you had finally passed out he had been a little relieved. The pain on your face was getting to him, he had been holding himself back from stopping Bobby from his work. ‘Who’s Cas?’ You asked as he sat you up. ‘He’s a friend of ours, an Angel’ You took the beer from him and took a sip. He sat down beside you on the couch.

Silence fell over you for a minute before he spoke again. ‘Bobby told me about your Dad’ You looked at him from the corner of your eye. ‘The face that he’s dead? You don’t last long in this business’ You shrugged. ‘Where’s Sam?’ Dean shrugged. ‘Outside, the Impala needed work. I thought I’d let him take this one’ You nodded. ‘And no, not the fact that he’s dead’ You took another sip of the beer. ‘That he was a sexist crazy man. Yeah, he wasn’t exactly too happy with me being a hunter. In his eyes the women of the family should know everything but stay home and raise kids and wait for their hunter husbands to come home. I didn’t fall into that and he didn’t like it so we fell out’ He reached over and grabbed his own beer. ‘That’s why you reacted so badly to what I said, Bobby didn’t appreciate what I said, gave me a good talking to’ You let out a loud laugh at that. 

Of course Bobby had chewed Dean out of it. He was very protective of you. It came from him knowing you almost all your life. ‘Well look who finally decided to rise and shine’ Bobby came into the room cutting your laughter short. ‘Please tell me you got Meat Feast’ You looked at him with hopeful eyes. He chuckled. ‘Always the same, the world could be ending and you would only be thinking about food’ You smirked and winced as you moved. ‘It was and I spent two weeks in a buffet because they served the best spare ribs I’d ever tasted’ You took another sip of your drink.

Dean let out a chuckle. ‘So we were fighting Lucifer while you were sitting in a diner eating spare ribs’ You shrugged. ‘And cheeseburgers, they did a mean cheeseburger’ Dean looked at you from the corner of his eye and nodded. ‘I like you, you’re my type of girl’ He leaned back on and his arm settled behind you on the couch as Bobby put the food away in the kitchen. He sent you a wink and put his right ankle on his left knee and took a swig of his beer.

You weren’t sure when you had began to forgive the elder Winchester for the rude things he had said to you all those years ago but it was in that moment that as you smiled at him and drank your own beer you decided you had. It might have been the look of panic he had in his eyes when he had realised that you were hurt. Or the way he had let you clutch him as Bobby had tried to clean out your side. Or the look of worry in his eyes when you woke and tried to sit up. Or maybe how he had given you the last beer. Or the way he had sat with you for the next two days when they had tried to contact this Castiel friend of theirs.

Castiel turned out to be an awkward Angel in a trenchcoat that you instantly took a liking to. He was  adorable and didn’t exactly grasp the concept of everything you said. Instantly making you want to just lock him away in a room and never let anyone even talk to him, he was precious. After that you had stayed another two weeks at Bobby’s just wanting to rest. Sam and Dean had stayed another week even though the Impala was fixed. They had both given you their numbers and insisted that if anything ever got out of hand you would promise to call them. Dean had even offered to help you fake your own death, and also made you promise that you would check in often just so they would know you were still kicking ass.

And that was how Dean Winchester had completely changed your opinion of him, from egotistic asshole to one of the coolest people you will ever know. Him and the other two boys, Sam and Cas, had become some of your best friends. You often called them for help and they often called you. Sometimes you would even pray to Cas just to pop in and let you know they were alright, or just to know he was alright. You had a soft spot for them all.

Especially Dean.

Part 2?

Part 2

Part 1

Hello There Stranger - Dean Winchester Imagine

(Part 2 of We’ve Met)

Dean x Reader

Summary: After a particularly long and stressful hunt the boys show you their newly acquired Bunker. Where you get lost in their impressive Library.

You threw back your head as you groaned. The book in front of you held no clue where to find the rare pine branch. Your eyes fell on the stain on the ceiling of the shabby motel you had been staying at. How that gotten there you didn’t want to know. You had been here almost a week and were no closer to killing this Old God that was lurking around the town.

Finally you gave up. ‘Hey Cas, it’s eh, me. I kind of need a favour. A real big favour, hit me up when you can please’ You waited for the flutter of wings but it didn’t come. You sighed and stood pushing the chair you were sitting at back. You pulled off your boots and flopped onto the bed closing your eyes you sank into the bed.

You almost felt someone watching you. Your hand wrapped around the gun under your pillow and you turned aiming it towards the room. Your eyes landed on the intruder. 

‘Jesus Cas’ You snapped. ‘Don’t do that’ He looked confused for a second. ‘But you called’ You put down your gun and looked at the trenchcoat wearing Angel you hadn’t seen in over two months. You threw your legs over the edge of the bed. ‘It’s about time you showed up’ You smiled fondly. For the last two months you had been praying to him only to get a phone call every now and then. ‘I answered your call, you needed a favour’ You stood and nodded but just threw your arms around your friend.

You felt him stiffen under your touch for a second but then he wrapped his arms around you lightly patting your back, although a little awkwardly. ‘I arrived last night and seen what you were researching’ You pulled away from him your eyes landing on the table full of books. ‘And I got you this, I believe that was the favour you wanted of me’ Castiel produced a short stubby branch from beneath his coat. Your eyes landed on it. ‘Cas, you are a saint’ You took it from him and pressed a kiss to his cheek. He was silent as you placed it in the sink grabbing the blessed oil from your bag. ‘I am an Angel Y/N, not a saint’ You stopped pouring the oil over the branch and looked at him. 

A small laugh tumbled from your lips at his furrowed eyebrows. ‘It’s just a saying Cas’ You explained to the lovably clueless and adorable Angel. ‘It means you are a good person and I am very thankful to have you in my life and for what you do’ You emptied the oil onto it and then picked it up. ‘Now, stay here. I’ll be back. We have a lot to catch up on’ You pulled on your boots and placed another kiss on his cheek again. ‘I have a God to kill’ You turned grabbing your keys and leaving the motel.

When you got back Cas was still there. ‘I took the liberty of packing for you. Sam and Dean have been missing you. They have been trying to contact you’ Your head snapped up. ‘Are they okay?’ Your mind went into overdrive and panic bloomed in your chest. ‘They are healthy, they wish to show you something’ Castiel grabbed your bags and held them out. You smiled and took them from him letting him zap you wherever he wanted. You had grown used to it and trusted him to not land you in the middle of the ocean.

Shaking your head you realised you had landed outside some massive building in the middle of nowhere. There was some kind of bunker door in the ground. ‘They should be here soon’ Cas leaned back against a beige car. You dropped your bags and leaned back against the car as well.

About 5 minutes later you heard the hum of the Impala’s engine coming down the road. A large smile spread across your face when it rounded the corner and came to a stop. ‘Sam, Dean’ You shouted as the two Winchesters climbed out of the car. You pushed yourself off the car and began to run towards them. ‘Well look who it is’ Dean beamed. He was wearing his FBI suit, something you always thought he looked incredibly hot in. You always loved the hunts you had helped them with when you got to see him dress up in that suit. 

He bent his knees a little as you reached him. He opened his arms and you threw yours around his shoulders. He straightened and lifted you off the ground as he folded his arms around your waist and buried his head in your shoulder. ‘Hello there Stranger’ You muttered into his neck, the stubble on his cheek rubbing against the skin of your neck. 

He placed you back on the ground and you turned to the taller Winchester. ‘I think you’re hair has gotten longer Sammy’ You smirked when you seen him roll his eyes. You were sure if he wasn’t smiling so widely he would have given you his classic bitchface.  You rounded the car as he dipped down. He swept you up into his arms and you wrapped both your arms and legs around him as he spun you in circles. You giggled when he refused to put you down and started walking back towards Cas. ‘Sam’ You complained giving his hair a soft tug as he chuckled. Your eyes landed on the elder hunter behind you who was watching you and Sam with a soft smile on his face. 

The boys opened the door to the bunker. ‘So let me get this right, you inherited this from the man of letters because you're legacy’s?’ Dean nodded as he pulled the door shut behind you. The lights turned on and you were met with a large room. ‘Woah’ You breathed. ‘Awesome right?’ Dean smirked at you. ‘Doesn’t hold a candle to seeing you in a suit’ You threw a wink at him before following Sam down the stairs into what he called the map room.

Two days later and you were sitting in the library in the bunker with Sam across from you. You both had gone for a run earlier that morning. You had convinced the boys they needed a week off after everything that had happened. Dean especially had been a little reluctant but had finally agreed on the condition that you stay for the week with them.  Both you and Sam were buried in a book each. It had more lore in this place than you had ever seen. ‘Hey, look at this’ Sam stood and walked around to the back of you leaning over the chair to look at the records you were looking at. 

The two of you were so caught up in what you were looking at neither of you noticed Dean walking in. His eyes landed on the both of you. He never got how you and Sam could get so excited over a few books. He got how you had gotten excited over the dungeon, he got the very sexual comment you had made when he had shown it to you. He got your excitement over just having a place to stay, to call home. Like them you had lived life on the road since you were old enough. Never feeling comfortable with your family meant you spent as much time away from them as you could.

But he never understood your love of books, even books that weren’t lore.

He cleared his throat as Sam leaned closer to you. As much as he liked seeing Sam happy and comfortable around other people. He always loved seeing the two of you together. You made each other happy. He hated it at the same time. He knew neither of you seen each other the way he seen you. and even so he didn’t enjoy watching the two of you like this. 

Both you and Sam looked up at him. A smile grew across your face when you seen him in the slippers and dressing gown. ‘Nice outfit Winchester’ You smirked. He grunted and sat down at the table beside you with a cup of coffee. ‘So’ You dragged out the word as Sam took the file from you going back to his seat.

Sam knew now that Dean was in the room you would be distracted for at least an hour if not more. It always happened when Dean was around you, it was the same with Dean. The minute you walked in he wasn’t fully there. He had talked to Dean about it but him being typical Dean had threatened to punch him if he brought it up again. Sam watched as you turned in your seat your complete focus on his older brother and the sparkle in your eyes that was only there when you were looking at Dean.

You smiled as Dean took a sip of his coffee raising his eyebrow at you. ‘I was thinking, we all watch a movie today. Okay a whole Lord of the Rings Marathon, popcorn and everything. Myself and Sam went shopping earlier and bought snacks’ You started to get excited and Dean sighed. He put back down his cup and looked at Sam. ‘What?’ You inquired as you felt the excitement drain from you. ‘I thought you were trying to get through the entire library before you left’ You heard a little bit of an edge in his voice. 

You felt your shoulders sag a little. ‘What you mean?’ You started to get a little defensive. ‘I thought it was a good idea’ Sam jumped in but neither you or Dean gave him any mind. ‘You getting sick of me being here Winchester, it’s only been two days’ You snapped. 

Dean suddenly realised he had hit a small nerve and tried to backtrace. ‘Well’ He looked at Sam for help but he just looked away from his brother not getting involved. He had seen you blow up before, granted it had been when Dean had went off on Cas but he didn’t want to get involved. ‘You just seem to spend your entire time in the library’ Dean looked back at you. You crossed your arms. ‘Oh, I’m sorry. Did my being interested in this amazing collection of lore and facts offend you Dean?’ He sighed and stood. ‘Ye know what, yes it has. You’ve been here for two days and I’ve barely seen you anywhere but in this library with Sam’ You paused thinking over his words before standing yourself.

This was why you and Dean shouldn’t be left together for so long. Yes, you got along very well. He was one of the best friends you had ever had and you loved him to bits and would do anything for the man in front of you. But he did irritate you to no length. He never spoke about his feelings, everything was always Fine. He was always fine. Whenever either of you started talking about anything emotional he always shut down and sometimes it made you feel like not only did you not know him at all but he didn’t see you as close a friend as you seen him. Sam had assured you it was just the way his brother was but you couldn’t help it getting to you a little.

You tried to look him right in the eyes as you stood. ‘Where did this come from?’ You snapped. ‘And why didn’t you tell me before if it got to you?’ Dean just scoffed and grabbed his coffee and turning leaving the library. Leaving you standing there almost blowing a gasket. You looked at Sam when Dean disappeared. He just shrugged. ‘Have I been here a lot?’ You asked. Sam held up his hands in mock surrender. ‘I am not getting involved with another one of your petty fights Y/N. I learned that the hard way’ You sighed and dropped back down onto your seat. ‘It was a stupid fight right?’ He nodded. ‘Which means something is eating at you both’  You sent a glare at Sam.

Every time you had met up with the boys Sam had brought this up. You and Dean had some pent up sexual tension between the two of you that caused you to fight a lot and if you just got over it and got down to business there would be no more tension and no more fights. ‘Well we all have something we’re working through’ You glanced towards where Dean had gone and sighed. ‘I’m going to go see what’s eating him’ You told Sam and stood walking out. You heard him chuckle from behind you. No matter what you and Dean went through you always went running back to each other sooner or later.

You found Dean in the kitchen cooking some bacon. ‘So’ You leaned against the door watching him work. Even through the material of the robe you could see the muscles in his back and shoulder moving. ‘Is it the fact that I’m spending so much time in the Library that’s getting to you or that I’m spending more time with Sam than you?’ Dean threw a glance over his shoulder and just grunted before looking back at his bacon. ‘Dean’ You breathed and watched him tense. You sighed and began to walk into the kitchen.

You wrapped your arms around his torso taking handfuls of his top and buried your face in his back. ‘I’m sorry I’ve been spending so much time with Sam and the library’ Your voice was muffled in his back. You felt the vibrations of his grunt he gave to that statement. ‘I didn’t mean to make you jealous’ You teased. Dean stopped cooking.

He turned in your arms and looked down at you with a slight glare. ‘Not jealous Y/n’ You hummed and buried your face in his chest. ‘I’m sorry’ You muttered and felt him relax. ‘A movie night sounds good’ Dean laid his chin on your head and wrapped his arms around your shoulders holding him to him. ‘Want some bacon?’ You nodded into his chest.

You pulled away a little and leaned up giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. the feel of his stubble against your lips made you smile a little. You loved Dean when he wasn’t so clean shaven. Smiling you turned away from him going for the coffee. 

You only made it halfway across the kitchen when Dean wrapped his arms around you pulling you back into his chest. He leaned over you rubbing his chin against your neck. You squealed as the stubble rubbed against your soft skin prickling you. You pushed at his arms trying to get away from him from you. But he wouldn’t let go and just kept rubbing his facial hair against you. You bent trying to get away from him but he just followed you. His cheek rubbed against yours and you reached around hitting his side. ‘Dean Stop’ You giggled.

Your hand reached up and tried to push his head away as he laughed at you. ‘I swear, I will hit you’ You snapped but ended up laughing at the end as he tightened his arms around you when you began to wiggle against him. 

Sam heard the commotion from the Library and couldn’t help the smile that graced his lips. He always knew you could get around his brother. Where Dean would spend hours if not days in a mood with Sam after a fight he could never seem to stay mad at you. You were the one thing that never failed to make Dean smile. 

You dug your elbow into Dean’s ribs as he tried to grab your hands to stop you from trying to hit him away. He grunted behind you and he let go. You stood up straighter with a laugh and backed away from him. He looked up at you with a look you had never seen in his eyes before and you thought that maybe you had actually hurt him.

Until he pounced.

Dean took two steps and instantly wrapped his arms around you. You let out something between a squeal and a gasp as he pulled you to him. You were expecting him to pick you up and swing you around or begin rubbing his beard against you. But Dean had other ideas. 

He wrapped one arm around your waist and yanked you straight into him. If you didn’t know Dean your hunter instincts would have kicked in and you would have lashed out. But at this stage you were so comfortable with the man you let him. His other hand gripped the back of your neck and he pulled your face closer to his. 

Before you knew it Dean’s lips were placed firmly on your own. For a moment you froze but then remembered who it was and your eyes fluttered closed. You hand gripped the edge of his robe pulling him closer as you melted into the kiss. You leaned against the hard muscled hunter in front of you as he completely gather you into him.

The moment was short lived as Dean pulled away wide eyed. He let go of you and almost stumbled away from you. ‘Don’t you dare’ You growled at him. You knew what was going through his head. You had been with him long enough, seen him react to too much in this life to not know what was going on in that thick skull of his. Dean Winchester never let himself get too close to people, not really. He was poison, everyone around him died. All that crap. But you’d been in this life, seen people in this life to know it wasn’t Dean that was the problem. It was everything out there. It was this life. Not him.

You reached out and grabbed a handful of his shirt and yanked him back towards you. He resisted a bit at first but then dipped his head and captured your lips again. You hands ran up his well defined chest and you dropped them over those broad shoulders. His arms went around you and his hands landed on your ass. You bent your legs a little and jumped wrapped your legs around his hips. He instantly started moving and then your back hit the wall.His hand ran down your thigh gripping and squeezing. You tangled your fingers in his hair and tugged. His tongue darted out and traced along your lips. You opened your mouth and moaned as he deepened the kiss.

Your back left the wall and he walked you away from the wall. He put you down  on the worktop and you tightened your legs around him pulling him closer. His hand slipped under the old flannel you had on as his lips let yours. You let out a shaky sigh as his stubble scraped against your skin again but this time it was followed by his lips. His fingers twisted in the bottom of your hair and tugged making you tip your head back giving him better access to your neck. 

Your moment together was interrupted by someone clearing their throat. Dean almost jumped away from you taking his hands from you as he looked towards the door. Sam stood smirking in the doorway arms crossed. A triumphant smirk spread across Dean’s face as he stepped back tightening his arm around your waist. ‘I don’t care what you two do in your spare time but right now we are having a Movie Marathon’ Sam let his eyes switch between the two of you before he turned to leave. ‘And, take it somewhere else. I make my food on that’ He laughed as he walked back down the hall. ‘My room ten minutes, bring the popcorn’ Sam shouted.

Your eyes left the door and landed back on Dean. ‘Yeah, and you said you weren’t jealous’ You chuckled as Dean leaned back down and pressed his lips to yours. You were happy to kiss him back until the smell of burning hit your nose. You pushed Dean away. ‘Shoot, the food’ You jumped down from the worktop as Dean shot around to the stove grumbling about his bacon. You walked to the cupboard grabbing the popcorn from it as Dean tried, and failed, to salvage his bacon.

You grabbed the large bowl as Dean grabbed the beer. He dropped his arm over your shoulders, something he always did but you seemed to take in differently now. He tugged you closer as you made your way towards Sam’s room. ‘You’ll love them Dean, Lord of the Rings is something you’ll enjoy’ You elbowed him as he began to grumble again. ‘Only because you and Sammy like it so well’ You leaned up and placed a kiss on the underside of your jaw. ‘I promise you’ll like it’ You smiled at him.

Dean turned his head and pressed his lips against yours quickly before you both joined Sam in his room.

Masterlist

*gifs and pics not mine, credit goes to the owners*

Sorry I put in so many, I just love seeing photos and gifs of Dean laughing the boys being happy just make my heart happy....

Chance Meeting - Dean Winchester Imagine

Warnings : SMUT SMUT SMUT !!!

Summary: You run into an old friend at a bar not knowing you will have such an attraction to his older brother.

You shifted in your stool at the bar. You had been an hour early to meet your brother but you just couldn’t stay in that dingy motel any longer. You were passing through, in town visiting both him and your sister. You had expected to arrive tomorrow but you had been wrong. From tomorrow on you were staying in your brother’s house but you didn’t want to impose a day early so you were staying in a motel tonight.

The bartender set your third beer down in front of you. ‘Thanks Ger’ You nodded and he smiled at you. Ger owned the bar and you had been visiting your siblings here long enough that you knew him. ‘Really Dean? I thought this was just us getting a few beers, I am not getting a different room’ You furrowed your eyebrows at the familiar voice. You hadn’t heard it in about 10 years but you never forgot it.

Turning you looked down the bar. Two tall men sat at the end. One was significantly taller than the other. He had a plaid shirt on and longish shaggy hair. The other was smaller and had short hair and wore a denim jacket. One looked vaguely familiar and the other you recognised. Standing you grabbed your beer and made your way down to the two men.

The shorter man smirked when he seen you approaching and took a sip of his beer. You placed your hand on the taller man’s shoulder and you seen his shoulders drop a little. ‘Sam’ You breathed out. You felt his muscles tense under your touch. Then he turned. You seen recognition flicker behind his eyes but his face remained impassive. ‘Eh-no-This always happens. I’m not who you think I am’ He stuttered. You raised your eyebrows and gave him your best bitch face. ‘Cut the crap Winchester, you could never lie to me’ With that he began to panic. ‘Listen’ He reached out and grabbed your arm pulling you to him.

You raise your eyebrows. He leaned closer his face inches from yours. ‘Y/n, I’m not a serial killer who’s come back from the dead’ You nodded at him. ‘I know you’re not a serial killer Sam’ You smiled. ‘It’s good to see you again’ You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and pulled him to you. He wrapped his around your waist chuckling.

When you pulled away he grabbed a stool pulling it up beside him. You sat and took a swig from your beer. ‘Yeah, I heard about something called Leviathans?’ You looked at him with a smile. ‘Sammy’ His brother nudged him. Your eyes landed on him. His bright green eyes were focused on you making you heat up a little. There was a soft smile on his full lips and his jawline was so sharp it could cut someone. The 5 o’clock shadow made his cheekbones more prominent. If you had of know Sam’s older brother was this handsome you would have insisted he introduce you two. ‘You going to introduce us?’ His voice was deep and sent shivers through you

Sam sighed. ‘Are you a hunter? My brother’s never mentioned you’ He smiled leaning on the wooden bar. ‘No, this is Y/n’ Sam gave his brother a quick glare. ‘She’s an old friend of mine from college’ Sam smiled back down at you. ‘Y/n, this is Dean. My brother’ You smiled and held out your hand and he put down his beer. His hand wrapped around yours, his large hand easily enveloping your smaller one. ‘If your Sammy’s friend from college then how do you know about Leviathans?’ He asked his eyes searching yours.

You shrugged. ‘I like to keep up with what’s going on in the supernatural world; You smiled. ‘But you’re not a hunter?’ You shook your head and Sam cleared his throat. You looked at him and then followed his eyes. He was looking at yours and Dean’s hands, which were still clasped together over the bar.

You cleared your throat and dropped his hand a blush rising up your neck. ‘Eh- no Sam told me all about what your family does when we were in college’ Dean took his eyes off you to glare at his brother. Sam cleared his throat his hand coming up rubbing the back of his neck. ‘I was drunk and she was there’ He shrugged. ‘Wow, you always were one for flattery Little Sam’ You scoffed and elbowed him. ‘I’m a gentleman Pumpkin’ Sam laughed and dropped his arm around your shoulder.

You smiled up at him. ‘Little Sam?’ Dean chuckled. ‘Was there a Big Sam?’ You beamed at Sam’s older brother. ‘It was revenge for me coming up with the nickname Pumpkin’ You groaned and slapped his chest and took a large swig of your beer. ‘He doesn’t need to know that story’ You complained. Sam looked down at you with a mischievous glint in his eye. ‘So it wa-’ You reached up and covered his mouth. then you felt something wet and hot on your palm.

You jerked away. ‘Gross Sam’  You complained and he chuckled. You loved how even after 10 years you and Sam could fall into the same easy relationship you had back in college. Even though he now looked like something that the Gods had carved, then again he was nothing compared to the handsome man sitting beside him. You wiped your hand in his chest and he grabbed your wrist. ‘It was halloween and someone dared Y/n here to eat the insides of the pumpkins we were carving’ You groaned and nudged him. ‘Needless to say she was puking orange for the next two days’ Both Dean and Sam threw their heads back laughing.

You yanked your hand out of his grasp going back to your beer. ‘Do you have to tell everyone that story?’ You grumbled and took a swig. ‘How else will I embarrass you?’ He said after his laughter died down. ‘Just tell them I’m your friend’ You grunted and that sent Dean into another round of laughter. ‘Ouch’ Sam chuckled. ‘So, he tells that to everyone? And tells you about everything we hunt and you’re still friends with him?’ Dean chuckled looking between you two. ‘That’s commitment’ You just shrugged taking a swig of your beer.

Sam did the same with a smile. ‘She had no choice’ He smirked and you rolled your eyes. ‘Where else would she have crashed for the next two weeks?’ You groaned and elbowed him again. ‘I had just found out that everything I was told did go bump in the night actually did. I think I deserved to crash in your dorm’ You grumbled and Sam laughed a little.

You heard a whistle from behind you. You turned and a large smile spread across your face. ‘Well, there’s my brother. I’ll see you boys around’ You downed the rest of your drink. You leaned across and pulled Sam into a hug. ‘You keep in touch. Promise?’ You handed him a small card with your number on it when you pulled away and he nodded. ‘It was good meeting you Dean’ You smiled holding out your hand. He smiled and pulled you into a hug the same as his brother. You chuckled and returned it, smiling as his muscles tensed under his shirt.

You pulled away giving him a smile. ‘I’ll see you around’ You smiled turning making your way over to your brother. ‘Who are they?’ He nodded. ‘Someone passing through’ He dropped his arm over your shoulder. ‘C’mon, shorty’ He messed your hair leading you out of the bar.

You waved to your brother as the taxi pulled away from the motel. ‘Little late isn’t it?’ You jumped and whirled around Dean Winchester was standing leaning on an old car. ‘Jesus Dean’ You grumbled raising your hand to your chest trying to calm your beating heart. ‘You scared me’ Dean just smiled at you. ‘Sorry about that’ He pushed himself off the car. ‘Is that yours?’ you asked making your way over to the sleek black car. He nodded running his fingers along the hood. ‘67 Chevy Impala’ He smiled. ‘It’s beautiful’ You smiled.

Dean crossed his arms a smug smile on his face. ‘She’s a beauty alright’ You smiled up at him. ‘So if you’re from around here why are you at a motel?’ He asked as you turned to him. ‘I’m not, my brother and sister live here, I’m actually just visiting’ You shrugged and fished around in your back pocket pulling out the motel key. ‘Well, I should hit the hay. Goodnight Dean’ You smiled at him. He nodded at you and you turned away.

You were almost to your door when you heard footsteps behind you. ‘You make Sammy happy’ You turned to see Dean walking up to you. ‘I haven’t seen him laugh like that in years’ He sighed. You shrugged with a smile. ‘Well, I know how to make him laugh’ Dean stopped in front of you looking down at you. ‘I wanted to thank you. And make sure you call him’ He held out a flyer and you took it. In the corner was a number jotted down in blue pen, beside it was Sam’s name, another underneath it with Dean’s name beside it. ‘He won’t call you, he won’t put you in the firing line, everyone we know dies Y/n. He won’t do that to you’ You felt the smile slip from your face as he spoke. ‘I’m sorry’ You whispered.

You took one look at his face and sighed. ‘Dean’ You reached out and took his arm. ‘You need to talk about anything?’ He looked up at you and a smile graced his face. ‘Nah, I’m fine’ You let out a short laugh. ‘You’re almost as bad a liar as your brother’ You threaded your arm through his and gave him a sharp tug getting him walking. ‘Well you don’t want to talk, you should at least share a beer with me’ He started to argue but you just shushed him leading him over to your Motel room. ‘Dean Winchester you can argue all you want I put up with your brother in college. You’re not winning this’ You opened the door and stood aside for Dean. ‘I see why my brother likes you so much Pumpkin’ He chuckled walking by you as you smacked his arm.

It had taken a while but Dean had finally opened up to you. He sat picking at the label of his beer after telling you about the Mark of Cain. ‘Dean’ You whispered reaching out and taking his hand in yours. The feel of his calloused rough hands on yours was something you had grown to like. ‘I can’t exactly say I know about these things but from what I’ve seen you aint any demon’ You smiled at him. ‘You care about your brother more than anything, you help save people, you’ve put your own life in danger for people you don’t even know. You need to realise that you’re actually a decent guy who deserves a good life’ He looked up from the bottle he was picking at. ‘You don’t know the things I’ve done’ You scoffed. ‘You’ve looked after Sam for all these years. That’s all I need’ You smiled.

Dean turned his hand over in yours wrapping his fingers around your hand. ‘You care about him’ You shrugged and then nodded. ‘He was my best friend, of course I do’ You smiled and he smiled as well. ‘You never told me what you do’ He took his hand from yours. ‘I’m a vet’ You smiled and took a swig of your beer.

You both continued talking for another hour or so about useless things before he stood. ‘I need to get back to Sam’ You nodded and stood to walking him over to the door. ‘Goodnight Dean, and it was good meeting you. I’m glad I did’ You stood on your toes to press a soft kiss to his cheek. When you pulled away he stared at you for a moment.

Then he dipped his head and pressed his lips to yours. You felt his hand on your waist pulling your body to his. His other hand was on your cheek holding your lips to his. You raised your hands grabbing his jacket moving your lips over his. He opened his lips and his tongue tracing over your own. You opened your mouth and his tongue traced against yours. He tasted of burgers, whiskey and the cheap beer you both been drinking. Your hand slipped up his chest and around the back of his neck to run your fingers through his hair. Giving it a soft tug you drew a groan from him.

Dean pulled away from you his bright green eyes meeting yours. His pupils were blown with lust. ‘I shouldn’t be doing this, you’re Sam’s friend’ He breathed but didn’t let go of you. You answered that by pulling him back down towards you. Your lips met his soft full ones again and you sighed happy. You took your hands from him before sliding them under his jacket and began to push it off. Dean took his hands from you for a second and let you push his jacket down his arms, your fingers tracing over them as you went, never taking your lips from his as they moved together.

Dean wrapped his arms around you again. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders. One of his large hands ran down your side and to your thigh. He squeezed your jean clad leg.You jumped wrapping your legs around his waist. His arm tightened around your back as he held you to him, his other moved under your thigh holding you up. You lightly raked your nails along his scalp drawing another groan from his lips. He bit down on yours lightly before letting go of you dropping you to the bed.

You looked up at him as he stood at the end of the bed. Your legs were bent at the knees as your calves swung over the side at either side of those muscled legs of his. He grabbed his shirt and shrugged it off dropping it to the ground. ‘How many layers do you wear’ You chuckled lightly before sitting up and pulling your own top from your body throwing it aside.

Dean smiled lightly as you ran your fingers along the waistband of his jeans. ‘Right now too many’ You slid your hands up his t shirt and were happy to discover he had nothing underneath that. Your fingers slid over the soft flesh of his stomach. You could feel the hard muscle tense under the soft layer of what came from him living off burgers and junk food, but you loved it. Dean leaned down and his hands gripped your waist, with little effort but one that had the muscles in his large arms bulging against the tight shirt, he lifted you pushing you further up the bed. He leaned down his hand on either side of your body as he pressed a kiss to your lips again. You pushed your hands further up his top as your lips moved together. You could feel his hard chest rising and falling underneath your palms. He pulled away for a second and reached behind him pulling the shirt over his head and then his lips were on yours again.

You wrapped one hand around the back of his neck deepening the kiss and his tongue slipped into your mouth. You pushed yourself further up the bed and Dean followed you. He crawled after you as your back hit the bed and he was hovering above you resting between your legs. One of his hands brushed the hair from your face. You were surprised, he was undoubtedly gently with you. You had not expected Dean to be the gentle loving type. You had expected him to be the pent his frustration type, he had enough going on in his life that it would be perfectly understandable if he was, but now that you were experiencing it you could only see him as gentle. He loved too much to be anything other than gentle.

His hands ran over your exposed skin and yours did the same. One ran over the muscles back that tensed under your fingers. You could only imagine what it looked like in front of you naked. You had admired it clothed but you wanted to know what it looked like without the clothes. Your other hand ran over the stubble on his cheek before you ran in through his hair leaving it on the back of his neck.

Dean disconnected your lips and you couldn’t let out a small grunt in complaint. But he pressed those beautiful lips to your jawline, then began peppering kisses down your neck. You tilted your head back giving him better access to your neck. He grazed his teeth along your pulse point and you let out a shaky breath your grip on the back of his neck tightening. Your other arm ran over his shoulder and down his arm before back up gripping his bicep. He trailed his lips down to your collarbone then across to the base of your neck. Dean rutted his hips into yours and you let out a soft moan.

His lips continued on their path downwards and between the valey of your breasts before he peppered butterfly kisses across your stomach. He pushed himself up. He met your eyes. Damn it, Dean Winchester was a lover and you felt the heat rise even more between your legs making you wetter than you were. His fingers traced over your skin, one hand down your neck over your bra clad breasts and down your stomach. His other trailed down your side over your waist and down the dip of your waist. All while he kept eye contact with you.

His fingers reached your jeans and he popped open the button and zipper. He gripped the material in his hand and tugged them down your legs. You lifted them reaching down to push your skinny jeans down your legs and over your feet. He reached out and dropped them over the side of the bed. You smiled at him as he moved back up to your face. You were panting by now, the fact that he hadn’t broken eye contact since he had started kissing your stomach making everything more intense. He stopped for a second hovering above you his forehead resting on yours. You wrapped one of your arms over his shoulder and the other ran over his torso wanting to feel as much of him as you could.

One of his arms rested by your head and his arm smoothed your hair the other ran across your bare skin causing you to shiver in anticipation. ‘Dean’ You breathed before he leaned down connecting your lips again. You sighed content and then pushed at him successfully rolling him onto his back. You ground down on him feeling the bulge underneath his jeans. He moaned into your mouth and bucked up towards your soaking panties. You leaned back looking into his eyes before pressing a kiss to that sharp jaw. Then you laid your lips on his neck, you began to run your tongue over the skin before sucking on it dragging it between your teeth and biting down softly.

The noise that came from Dean’s mouth shot through you and honestly had to be the sexiest thing you had ever heard. His arms wrapped around you his hands trailing down your spine. His rough fingertips against your soft skin creating a sinful contrast that made you grind your hips down to his again. Then you started to move lover, your lips pressing kisses to his chest. The muscles tensed and rose underneath your lips as he took a deep breath in. You pressed kissed all over before swirling your tongue over his nipples. You got a breathy moan and his hand gripping your waist as a response.

You leaned back and reached behind you unclasping your bra. Dean’s eyes opened and they met yours as you let the material slid down your arms tossing it onto the floor. Dean pushed himself up and then he wrapped his arms around you. He pulled your bare chest right against his and you gripped his bicep and shoulder. He laid his forehead against yours his nose touching yours. Then he closed the short gap reconnecting your lips again. You moaned loving the feeling of his lips on yours. He tightened his arms and your ground down on him again earning a moan from both of you. Dean pulled back. One of his hands tangled in the ends of your hair tugging it gently.

You tilted your head back as he kissed across your neck and you leaned back a little. His lips trailed lower and over the tops of your breasts. You pushed him back down and he flopped down into his back. You leaned down looking in his eyes once again before pressing your lips to his for a kiss. Your fingers worked their way down his chest and over his abs until they hit his jeans. You opened his belt and your fingers fiddled with the button before you popped it open and unzipped his zipper pushing them down his hip a little.

You pulled your lips from his and began to trail them down his chest again. You stopped at his nipple sucking it into your mouth and this time you got a louder groan. He tilted his head back closing his eyes. You continued down his body. You pressed quick kissed along the line of this waist band as you trailed your hand after them down his body. His hand landed on the back of your head tangling in your hair but he didn’t try to direct your head anywhere letting you do as you wanted. You brought your other hand down palming his hardened length through his bowers. He groaned and his grip on your hair tightened for a second.

You hooked your fingers around the waistband of his jeans tugging them. You looked up at him over his heaving chest and smiled softly. His fingers massaged your scalp as his eyes met yours. Everytime you seen them your breath caught in your throat. Dean lifted his hips from the bed helping you. You were able to pull them over his feet, you never noticed him getting rid of those boots.

Then you climbed up palming him through his black boxers. You gulped looking at the sizable bulge  making your mouth water a little. You grabbed his boxers and shoved them down his legs. He moaned as his length sprung free from his boxers hitting the cool air of the room. You bent forward and let your tongue run along the length of it. It was thicker than it seemed. You tossed his boxers aside and wrapped your fingers around him. He groaned and fisted the sheets in his hands. You leaned forwards again licking the tip never taking your eyes from his face. His eyes were closed and his lips slightly parted.

You wrapped your lips around the head swirling your tongue and sucking lightly. A deep groan left his lips and you took in more of him. What you couldn’t fit in your mouth your wrapped your hand around. ‘Oh God, Y/n’ You moaned around his cock at the sound of your name falling from his lips. He let out a shaky breath and looked down at you. His eyes met yours and you started to bob hollowing your cheeks. ‘Oh God’ He groaned and one of his hands tangling in your hair again.

You flicked your tongue over the slit on the head and he let out a strangled moan before tugging on your hair pulling you away. ‘Y/n’ Your name slipped from his lips. You smiled at him and climbed up his body running your hands over his skin dragging your nails along his chest. You straddled his hips grinding down onto him. His eyes fluttered shut for a second and you pressed your forehead to his. You felt his arm wrap around your back. He opened his eyes and meeting yours for a second before he leaned up and pressed his lips to yours again. He pulled you down so your chest was flush against his. You hand came up and cupped his cheek the other holding his shoulder.

He rolled and you felt the soft sheets underneath your back again. You sighed feeling the weight of him on top of you, it was something you could get used to, and love. He rolled his hips and you moaned feeling him smile a little into the kiss. He pulled his lips from yours and started his way down. He slid his hands down your sides. He stopped when he got to your breasts. His mouth wrapped around one of your nipples pulling it into his mouth. His other hand kneading your other his fingers twisting around your nipple.

A long moan escaped your lips and your fingers tangled in his hair arching your back up towards him. His teeth grazed the hardened bud as he pulled away and moved to the other. You bucked your hips grinding your clit against his hard stomach moaning at the friction. His hand found your hip holding your hips to the bed.

His lips began making their descent nipping and licking. ‘Dean’ You breathed and he slipped his fingers under your waistband and snapping it back against your hip. You bucked and gasped. You glanced down at him and seen him watching you. He pressed a kiss to your clothed core and your fingers grasped the sheets. Dean wrapped his fingers around your panties and dragged them down your legs. His lips followed them, along the inside of your thigh, under your knee and down your calf.

They slipped from your legs and he switched to your left leg. His fingers dug into the flesh on your inner thigh massaging it as he made his way back up your leg. When he got to your thigh he started to nip. You ran your fingers through his hair when you could reach. He breathed out blowing hot air on your bare core. ‘Dean, please’ You whimpered. He dug his fingers into your thigh. ‘Look at me’ You opened your eyes and looked down. Dean lay between your legs watching you. He threw your legs over his shoulders and then his ifngers ran along your slit collecting the wetness that was dripping from your core. You moaned and your eyes fluttered shut.

You felt his fingers tighten their grip on your thigh and you forced your eyes open again. He was looking up at you his lips parted. ‘Dean, please, just touch me, please’ You begged him. He leaned down his lips attaching to your clit. His tongue flicked over it and your hips booked up towards him. His eyes stayed locked with yours. You tightened your grip on his hair your breathing speeding up. You threw your head back as he slipped a finger into you.

You moaned his name as he started pumping the thick digit in and out of you. ‘Dean’ You groaned bucking your hips up to get more friction. He added another and started to curl them in the come hither motion. ‘Dean, oh god Dean’ You moaned and tightened your legs around his head. Your heels dug into his back and he added a third spreading you further.

You moaned feeling the coil in your stomach tightening. He gave your clit a sharp suck flicking it with his tongue before pulling away. Your eyes shot open as he pried your legs open climbing up your body. He stopped every to press kisses to your boobs before he took your hand from the sheets intertwining your fingers with his and moved it up beside your head. He laid his forehead on yours and he smiled softly down at you. His hand pulled your thigh up to his waist.

He leaned down kissing you again and you wrapped your arm around his shoulder holding him to you. You flipped the two of you over and sat up. You flipped your hair back out of your face. You squeezed his hand and reached down between you. His other hand ran up your thigh gripping it and over your hip and gripped your waist. Your eyes met his as you sank down onto him. You moaned his name as he stretched you.

He was long and thick and considering you hadn’t had sex in a while it was definitely a stretch. His moans of your name filled the room. The bottoms of your thighs hit his hips as he was fully sheathed in you. You rotated your his and a gasp fell from your mouth. He took his hand from yours and it landed on your hip. You laid your hands on his chest leaning down towards him. He pushed himself up a little and pressed his lips against yours.

You pushed yourself up before sinking back down again. Your hand came up to hold his jaw as you kissed him. Dean’s hands ran over your back moving with you as you moved your hips slowly up and down. You pulled away from the kiss but only pulled away about an inch. You both opened your eyes as you moved. His lips were parted as he panted, small groans slipping out when you had all of him inside of you. Your breath came in quick deep breaths as you kept your eyes locked on his.

The rough tips of his fingers ran over the soft skin of your arm and around to your shoulder blades pulling you closer. You gulped feeling the need to look away from his eyes from the intensity but you couldn’t, and you actually didn’t want to. His other hand gripped the top of your thigh as he helped you move a little faster. You leaned down again pressing your lips to his again before pulling back. He followed you not letting your lips leave his. His muscles tightened and stopped you from moving halfway up.

Then he fell back to the pillows and you ran your fingers down his neck. Dean’s hands gripped your hips. You began to ride him faster the sound of your flesh slapping together filling the room. You groaned and swirled your hip. ‘Y/n, oh god, Y/n’ Dean’s head fell back his eyes closing. His hips snapped up meeting yours half way and you cried out with pleasure. He pulled you down as he continued to buck up to meet your hips. You wrapped your hand around his bicep. His hands left your hips and wound around you. One laid on the small of your back and the other on your shoulder.

Dean pulled you down to him. Still snapping his hips up he pressed his lips to yours again. Even though you had just met Dean you had never had sex half as intense as with him. Dean wrapped his arms completely around you holding you to his body and stilling your movements. He pulled his lips from yours and buried his face in your neck. His hips still snapped up driving him into you at a hard fast pace. You bit his shoulder and he moaned your name again.

You gasped as he turned you over and you wrapped your arm around his shoulders your nails digging into his skin. ‘Jesus, you’re so tight Y/n, I can feel you clenching around me every time I’m inside you’ He moaned in your ear. You fingers tangled in his hair tugging as you moaned at his words.

He pulled away from you. His hand wrapped around the bottom of your thigh and he pulled it up around his waist. He pressed a quick kiss to your lips before laying his forehead on yours. ‘God, you’re beautiful like this’ He whispered his breath mingling with your and then he started to move. ‘Dean’ You cried out as he pulled out to the head and slammed back into you.

You threw back your head letting out a long moan. You felt his lips on your throat sucking and nipping. You tugged on his hair bringing his lips back up to yours. Dean started to move his hips at a steady but harsh pace. You moaned against his lips. He pulled away pushing himself up to get better leverage. Groans filled the room as he began to move faster. ‘Jesus Dean, Oh god’ You moaned. His fingers ran over your cheek and into your hair holding your head so he could look you in the eyes. ‘You feel so good’ He moaned his lips parted as he panted heavily.

You wrapped your hand around the back of his neck. ‘Dean, please’ You moaned knowing he was holding back. ‘Please’ You gasped as he gave a particularly hard thrust. He leaned down pressing his lips to yours again and the dropped his head into the pillow beside you. You yelped as he drove into your harder. ‘Dean’ You cried out your nails dragging across his shoulders and down his back. Moans of your name filled your ear as Dean tugged on your hair.

Dean pulled your leg up further and your wrapped your arm around his torso holding yourself to him. He pulled out and drove into you at the new angel. You squealed as he hit that spot inside of you. Dean’s grip tightened on you and he groaned feeling you clench around him. ‘Dean, right there, right there’ You panted thrusting up to meet him. ‘Jesus, Y/n, you’re so tight, oh god’ He grunted increasing his pace.

He pulled his face out of the pillow and laid his forehead on yours continuing to drive himself into you. ‘D-dean, I’m- I can feel it’ You moaned as he continued to pound into you. You opened your eyes to find him watching your face. His lips met yours in a harsh kiss. He slowed down and you whimpered into his mouth. His hips moved at a slower pace but pushed deeper and harder into you. He grunted as you clenched with every time he pushed into you. Your leg wrapped around him digging into that perky ass.

His arms slid under you and he pushed himself back. He brought you with him You threw your head back and groaned as his movement pushed him harshly into you. Dean moaned your name his arm that he used to push himself up wrapping it around your waist tightly. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he steadied you both. You clenched around him. ‘I could stay here forever’ He moaned and then kissed you again his tongue slipping into your mouth. He tightened his arms lifting you up easily until he was almost out of you and them slammed you back down onto him.

His lips muffled the cries and moans you were making. Your lips barely drown out the grunts he was producing and you didn’t want them to. You had thought his voice was sexy, well everything else that came out of that mouth was even sexier. You were convinced that just listening to him moan your name was enough to make you cum.

With his help you began to move up and down along his length. You were convinced you’d never get used to the feeling of being this full. You weren’t sure you ever wanted to, but you were willing to do this as many times as you could to see if you did, you prayed you could do this many more times.

You pulled your lips from his burying your face in his shoulder. His hand gripped your hair pushing you further into it as you attached your lips to the skin there. You began to nip and suck making sure to leave a mark. He pulled you down onto him harder when you nipped harder and he moaned. ‘Oh God Y/n, Oh God’  His rough hands roamed over the bare skin of your back and you felt him throw his head back a long moan causing his chest to vibrate against yours.

You draped your arms over his shoulders digging your nails into the skin half way down it and dragging them up to his shoulders. You didn’t understand it but you had the urge to mark him, mark him so everyone could see that you had this man for at least one night. You had never felt like that with anyone before and when he grunted and your name tumbled from those sinful lips as you rolled your hips on him the feeling only intensified.

Dean’s hand tugged on your hair pulling you back. You let him pull you away from his neck and he pecked your lips. You gripped his shoulder rolling your hips again. You pulled away from him sliding up his cock and then dropping back down. His eyes met yours and you felt your stomach knot and it wasn’t just the upcoming orgasm that was causing it. The intensity in his eyes when he looked at you made you clench involuntarily around him. ‘Oh’ He grunted. ‘Do that again’ You pushed yourself up again and clenched when it was only his head inside you. His eyes closed. ‘Y/n’ You whimpered as his name fell from his parted lips.

You would give anything to hear your name from them every night, and again every day. You moved your hand to his cheek running your thumb over his cheek as you dropped back down and rolled your hips again making him hit that spot inside you again. You clenched and cried his name at the sudden unexpected feeling. He moaned pressing his forehead to yours again, his nose touching yours.

You tilted your head a little and moved your hands to the back of his neck pulling him to you into a kiss again. His tongue slipped into your mouth massaging your own and easily winning dominance. Dean’s arms tightened around you and he started to buck up into you rapidly.

He surged forwards and you squealed in surprise as your back hit the sheets again. He smirked down at you before kissing you again. Oh god you loved those lips, especially when they were on yours. His hand in your hair tightened and the one under you slipped out from under you. He ran his fingers lightly down your side causing you to wiggle a little at the sensation.

Both of you moaned as the motion caused you to grind down onto him again. His hand stopped on your hip and he gripped it tightly. You lifted your legs wrapping them around his hips your heels digging into his ass.

Dean pulled out and began to pound into you. Harder than before working you both towards your high. He jerked your hip upwards causing him to hit you at a different angle. The head of his cock hitting your g-spot with every quick hard thrust. Your nails raked along his shoulder and biceps causing him to groan.

You pulled away panting. ‘D-Dean’ You moaned and he opened his eyes laying his forehead on yours again his nose brushing yours with every thrust. ‘I’m-I’m gonna-Oh God I-I need to-Please’ He started to roll his his with each thrust causing his pelvis to brush against the little bundle of nerves as he pounded into you.

You clenched around him nearing your orgasm. ‘I-I’m close- God Y/n, I need to cum, I need to cum inside you’ He grunted. You reached your hand around your hand lying on his cheek. You ran your thumb over the soft flesh of his lower lip. Dean increased the harshness of his thrusts his rhythm becoming sloppy as he neared his peak.

You cried out your back arching into him as your orgasm washed over you. It exploded making you clench and writhe. Dean’s grip on your hip tightened keeping you from moving too much so he could continue moving inside of you. ‘Dean, God, Dean’ You almost screamed tightening your hold on him. You moaned and gasped underneath him never breaking eye contact with him.

You didn’t remember ever cumming this hard during sex before. Your entire body shook under his lean body as it pressed you into the bed beneath you. You legs tightened around him squeezing him. Your breathing came hard and short. You could focus on nothing but the intense pleasure coursing through your veins and the green eyes of the man who was causing it.

His hand tightened in your hair and he shouted coming to his own climax. He buried himself deep inside of you as his hip stuttered. You felt him spurt ropes of his hot cum into you. ‘Y/n’ He cried out gripping you tighter. You twirled your hips trying to milk everything you could from him, trying to prolong both of your orgasms. Dean grunted and moaned your name as his hips bucked wildly into yours.

After one of the strongest and longest orgasms of your life Dean closed his eyes and collapsed on top of you. You let your eyes close Both you you were panting heavily. Your sweat covered bodies pressed together. After a second you felt a little strength return to your body. You raised your hand running it through his hair. Dean moaned in your ear and turned pressing a soft kiss to your neck. You let out a shaky breath as you smiled.

Dean grunted as he pushed himself up so he could look at your content face. His hand freed itself from your hair and brushed over your cheek. You opened your eyes and was met by a beaming Winchester. His hand brushed away the hair that stuck to your forehead. ‘That was awesome’ He breathed. You unwrapped your legs from his hips. ‘That, Dean Winchester, was probably the best sex I’ve ever had in my life’ You giggled breathily unable to get the strength behind your voice.

Dean leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips before he rolled off you. ‘Then we should make sure to do it again’ You turned your head to find him already looking at you. You nodded eagerly rolling over leaning your head on his shoulder. Dean shifted a little and you felt the covers being drawn up cover you both. ‘What about Sam? Didn’t you need to get back to him?’ You asked as Dean wrapped his arm around you.

You laid your hand on his chest he brought his own up gripping it. ‘Text him earlier told him I was going to be late’ You chuckled and he pressed a kiss to your head. ‘So you won’t be running off?’ You felt him chuckle. ‘I wouldn’t run out after that’ His arm tightened around you. ‘And if I was to leave now, we can’t have a round two later’ And so you did, you had a round two, and a third when you both woke up the next morning.

You put your toiletries into your suitcase. ‘Dean, I can get a cab’ You chuckled. Dean looked at you from his spot on the bed. ‘Nah, I offered te drive ye, I will’ He smiled and stood. He reached out and grabbed your bag. ‘This way you’ll get to ride in Baby’ He beamed and opened your door taking your suitcase. You gave the room a one over and grabbed the two smaller bags.

You smiled as you walked tiredly to the door. ‘Really Dean? You go to the car for a bag and don’t come back because you’re too busy with some chick you picked up?’ You heard Sam grumble. You dropped your bags and closed the door behind you. ‘Eh- hi Sam’ You smiled shyly at him and locked the door behind you. ‘Y/n’ Sam beamed not grasping that you were the chick he was speaking of.

Dean chuckled and walked over to you. ‘I didn’t know you were staying in this Motel’ You thanked Dean as he grabbed the other two bags. He straightened and sent you a wink before turning bringing your bags to the car. ‘Yeah,just for a night. Dean’s offered to bring me over to my brothers now. I’m staying at his for the rest of the week’ You walked over to him and wrapped your arms around him. He wrapped his own around you. ‘I should leave back in my key’ You pulled away with a smile.

Sam had decided to come with you as Dean dropped you to your brothers. ‘Guess you’re happy you ran into Dean’ Sam chuckled from the back seat as you thanked Dean once again. You had called shotgun but he had complained saying that was his seat. Dean had put an end to that and you were currently shitting up front with him. ‘Yeah, very glad’ You looked at Dean and he winked again causing you to smile and look out the window.

When you pulled up outside your brothers Sam got out to give you a hug and promising to call you to call and hugging you so long until you had to slap his back to make him let go. Dean put the last bag down in front of the door. You smiled and patted Sam’s cheek before turning and making your way up to the house. You bent taking the key from under the mat. ‘No one home? ‘Dean leaned against the doorway as you opened the door shaking your head.

He grabbed the larger bag bringing it inside for you as you grabbed the smaller ones. ‘Make sure Sam calls me’ You told him as he was leaving. ‘I don’t want him ditching me again’ You glanced around him to the taller man leaning against the car. ‘What ‘bout me?’ Dean asked with a smirk. You crossed your arms and raised your eyebrows. ‘You’re going to call me?’ Dean stepped closer to you his chest almost pressing against yours.

Dean smirked. ‘After last night, definitely’ You let the smile you had been holding in grace your face and his smirk turned to a smile. ‘Good’ You let your arms drop. Dean reached out and his hand cupped your cheek. He leaned down pressing his lips to yours. You reached up and gripped his jacket smiling into the kiss. ‘No way. She’s the chick’ Sam shouted. You smiled when he pulled away. ‘See you around sweetheart’ He muttered and pressed a kiss to your head. ‘Bye Dean’ You smiled.

He turned leaving you standing in the doorway. ‘Seriously guys?’ Sam was standing with his arms crossed and his classic bitch face. Dean just swatted him telling him to get back in the car. ‘Nice seeing you again Little Sam’ You waved at him smiling. He shook his head and smiled at you climbing into the car.

You watched Dean pull out of the driveway and down the road. You smiled and turned walking into the house hoping to see the two Winchesters again, especially the Eldest.

Okay, I’m sorry. I went a little overboard on this and got completely carried away writing it....... Dear god, I’m sorry but it was Dean, and I had massive Dean feels. I started writing and I couldn’t stop. I’m so sorry.

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This Can’t Be Real - Dean Winchester Imagine

Dean x Reader

Warning: Blood and stabbing, death (kinda). Implied Smut

Summary : The Reader wakes up in a strange world, could this be real and could she finally be happy?

You woke with a start gasping as you sat bolt upright. Your head snapped from side to side looking around the room you were in. Confused you found yourself in a bedroom. It was homey, not a motel, but an actual homey bedroom. You heard a groan to your left and your head snapped around. Someone lay beside you.

A man. The covers down around his waist showing off the muscular back. You felt something tighten around your hips and you were tugged closer to this man. You glanced down to see his arm around you. But what made your eyes widen was the fact that you were naked. How the hell did this happen? completely panicked you grabbed the covers scrambling off the bed. Why were you in a strange house with a strange man? Your bare leg hit off the bedside table and a lamp wobbled. It was one you had been looking at in a catalogue a few days earlier. Wishing that you had a house so you could buy the pretty glass rose lamp. You reached to grab it but it had already tumbled from the wooden surface.

It hit the ground with a crash and one of the flowers shattered. There was a groan from the bed again and movement. Your head shot back towards the man. Only now that you really took time to look at him you weren’t all that sure he was a stranger. You knew that back and ass anywhere. ‘The hell?’ He grumbled his voice heavy with sleep.

Your eyes widened as they fell on the picture on the other bedside cabinet, on his side. There stood a photo of the two of you smiling. He had his arms wrapped around you and you were laughing as he rubbed his cheek to your. He groaned again and turned to look at you furrowing his eyebrows. ‘Dean?’ You breathed.

Dean reached out to you his fingers grasping the edge of the blanket. ‘Who else were ye expecting sweetheart?’ He gave the blanket a sharp tug and rather than have it fall from your body you allowed yourself to be dragged with it. Your knees hit the bed and you landed on your knees as he covered himself up a little.

He seemed to notice you were tense and sat up. ‘Jesus Dean’ You snapped closing your eyes. ‘Put some clothes on’ You heard him chuckle and felt his hands on your hips. They slid around the covers his fingers finding bare skin and before you could pull away he gave a sharp tug.

You squealed as you felt yourself collide with his hard body. He turned and you gasped feeling nothing but air for a second until your back hit the soft bed. You felt his weight on top of you the only thing between your naked bodies was the thin sheet. ‘You weren’t saying that last night Babe’ You felt his hot breath on your ear before you felt his mouth press kisses to your neck. ‘Dean’ You scolded opening your eyes.

What the hell was this? Was this some alternate reality you had been zapped to where yours and Dean’s relationship had actually worked out. Where you two had settled down, left the hunting life behind you, where he hadn’t decided he was poison to everyone around him and had pushed you away when you two had started getting serious. Maybe he hadn’t left you in that Motel after you two had that fight. Maybe he had come back and this was what your life would have been.

You let out a groan as Dean nipped at the skin at the base of your neck. ‘Stop’ You pushed him away and scooted away from him. He furrowed his eyebrows and a frown settled on his. ‘Sweetheart’ He reached out to you. ‘You alright?’ He sounded worried. You threw the covers at him and threw your legs over the bed running towards the door you had seen, it was slightly open and you could see a shower.

You yelped in pain as your foot stood on something sharp. You stopped and pulled your foot up off the floor. ‘Oh God’ You felt arms wrap around your waist. ‘I thought I heard something break’ Dean lifted you slightly and he brought you back to the bed sitting you down. He knelt before you and took your ankle in his hand. You remembered the last time he had taken your ankle in those hands. It had been months ago, and he had been dragging you down the bed so he could bring his talented mouth between your legs.

He gasped when he seen the underside of your foot. Panic spread across his face and he looked up at you. ‘I need to get you to the hospital. He stood and almost ran around the room. He grabbed his boxers pulling them on and then dress pants. He picked up your bra tossing it to you. You reached out and snatched it from the air. It was only then that you noticed the two rings around your finger. The first one had a small rose diamond in the centre of smaller dark red ones. The other was a silver wedding band. ‘I’m married’ You breathed out. You felt something hit your side and seen a tight black dress.

Looking up you seen Dean pulling on a black shirt. He froze turning to you. Your eyes roamed the skin that was still being shown by the nice unbuttoned shirt. ‘Sweetheart?’ He said tentatively looking at you as if you had lost your mind. He held up his hand and you seen a silver band on his fingers, exactly like yours. ‘You married me. Four years ago’ Your eyes widened and you gaped at him.

Your eyes fell back on this ring on your finger. ‘We’re married, for four years’ You gulped. This just got a hell of a lot more serious, and weird. You were married to Dean Winchester. Wait, that made you Y/n Winchester. ‘Y/n’ Dean took your hand his other coming to your chin making him look up at you. ‘You know this’ He breathed. ‘Please put on some clothes so I can take you to the hospital’ Your eyes fell back on your foot. There was three pieces of glass sticking out of your sole. The blood was running down your foot and dripping onto the carpet, damn that wasn’t going to be easy to get out, that carpet was light.

You pulled your hand from his and reached out touching his face. ‘Will you get me something other than this dress?’ You breathed looking into his eyes. He shot up and ran to the chest of drawers. His shirt billowed behind him giving you a nice view of the dark boxers peeking out over his pants He pulled out a pair of sweats and a loose top that must belong to him. He brought them back over to you. ‘Here’ He helped you pull the shirt over your head. ‘Can you please take this more serious Y/n’ He grumbled when you grabbed his hand. ‘Get me the med-kit Dean’ You ordered.

His eyes widened. ‘The med kit? What will you do with that? Wh-’ You leaned forwards and pressed your index finger to his full lips. ‘Dean’ You paused for a second. ‘Baby, please’ He nodded. ‘Put that on’ He gestured to the pants and it was only then that you remembered you were still half naked. You felt your face heat up. But he was your husband, well here and now he was. You grabbed the loose joggers and bent pulling them on.

Dean came back in from the bathroom and put the med kit down beside you. you reached over opening it. You propped your foot up on your leg and reached down pulling the glass from your foot. ‘Y/n’ Dean exclaimed grabbing your hands. ‘What are you doing?’ You looked up at his face. ‘It’s only a scratch, we’ve had worse’ You mumbled. Dean looked up at you his eyes wide and his mouth open, a horrified look on his face. ‘What?’ You furrowed your eyebrows. ‘Like the time you cut your palm making dinner and almost cried?’ You shook your head. ‘Or the time I was shot? Or stabbed by an Angel? Or tortured by demons?’ Dean reached up and felt your face.

He patted your face lightly before his large hand stayed on your forehead. ‘You ain’t burning up. Are you sick? Demons? Angels? When were you shot? When?’ He rushed and started to breath heavily. ‘Can you stop talking crap so I can get you to the hospital?’ You reached out and put your hands on his face. ‘Dean? Demons, as in Crowley. King of hell. Angels, one of our best friends is an angel, Cas, you remember Cas right?’ Dean nodded and you relaxed. ‘He owns the bar downtown that me and Sammy drink at?’ He said it as more of a question

You groaned. ‘Alright, just sit over there’ You let go of him and waved your hand towards the seat in the corner of the room. ‘I’m going to get my foot fixed up and then we’re going to sort this mess out’ You pushed his hands away from you and reached for the needle in the med-kit. ‘Y/n’ Dean exclaimed but you sent him a glare. ‘Give me a minute’ You snapped and you swatted his hand away threading the thread through the needle. ‘What are you doing?’ Dean’s voice was full of horror as you pinched your skin together.

Dean was leaning back in the chair his hand covering his face. You looked up at him after cutting the thread. You stood wincing a little as you took the first step. ’Dean’ You crouched down in front of him. Dean uncovered his face and leaned down. ‘Even after knowing you for ten years you still surprise me’ He leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. You sighed leaning up into him, your hands laid on his bare torso.

His arms wrapped around you and he lifted you onto his lap. You nestled into his lap straddling him. ‘Where did you learn that?’ He asked. ‘Internet?’ It came out as a question more than anything but he just hummed. ‘I have to learn how to be tougher if we’re going to have a kid don’t I?’ You tensed not knowing where that came from. You couldn’t have a kid, the life was to- You relaxed slightly, you weren’t in that life anymore.

Dean’s eyes lit up. ‘A kid? Are you?’ His eyes trailed down to your stomach. ‘Um, no’ You shook your head. He looked up at you through his lashes. ‘Damn it, and it’s not cos we ain’t trying’ You smiled leaning down pressing your lips to his again. His hand came up to cup your cheek as his tongue slipped past your lips massaging yours. He was just like you remembered. Perfect.

Dean pulled away and lifted you up. You giggled and wrapped your legs around his hips. He strolled over to the bed and then dropped to his knees before slowly letting you down onto your back. ‘I’m going to go call Mom say we can’t do dinner tonight and let you recover’ That made you tense. Mom? Was Dean’s Mom alive in this universe? You shook your head and gripped his shirt before he could climb off you. ‘No, no don’t’ You seen the smile creep up onto his face but he shook his head.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead. ‘Sweetheart, you’ve been weird all morning. Me and you are going to take the day off and I’m going to look after my wife’ You felt yourself melt and a large smile spread across your face. Now that you could get used to. ‘No, no I want to Dean’ You traced your fingers over his lips. ‘It’s not everyday I get to be a make dinner for my Husband’s Mother’ You giggled your fingers tracing from freckle to freckle. ‘I want us to be a family’ Dean furrowed his eyebrows.

He took your hand in his. ‘We already are’ He leaned down and kissed you lacing your fingers together. ‘How about we give it another go at starting our own?’ A sly smirk that you were used to spread across Dean’s handsome features. You squeezed his hand in yours.’Well we are married’ You slipped him over. ‘So I say it’s only the next logical step’ You beamed leaning down to press your lips to Dean’s full ones.

You pulled on the knee length blue dress and smoothed it down. You never had pretty things like that. You smiled as Dean came up behind you wrapping his arms around your waist. He pressed a kiss to your neck. ‘You doing this on purpose sweetheart?’ He grumbled  nuzzling into you. ‘I don’t know what you mean, my dear husband’ Dean chuckled looking up at you through your hair.

His bright green eyes met yours in the mirror and you melted back into his embrace. ‘You know what this dress does to me’ He grumbled and you furrowed your eyebrows. ‘You know everytime I see you in this I just want to bend you over the table and take you there and then’ You gasped slightly as Dean’s voice got huskier by the word. ‘Maybe you should’ You pushed yourself back onto his but his hands tightened on your hips. ‘You really want round three right now?’ You turned in his arms and pressed your lips to his as an answer.

You straightened your hair as you ran down the stairs. Dean was jogging down behind you. He swatted your ass and you giggled. He laughed behind you, god you loved hearing him laugh, he didn’t do that often. ‘Coming’ You shouted as the doorbell rang again. Dean ran into the kitchen shoving his shirt into his pants and sending you a wink over his shoulder. You took a second to compose your post orgasm self before flinging it open. You froze. ‘Jess?’ You breathed. Sam’s, dead, or not so dead, girlfriend stood in front of you looking very pregnant. ‘Y/n’ She beamed and threw her arms around your shoulders.

Sam watched her lovingly and then pulled you in for a hug when she pulled away. ‘Wow’ You breathed. ‘You’re-eh-big’ Jess swatted your arm. ‘You seen me yesterday silly and made the exact same comment’ You smiled widely at her, oh yes, Alternative Universe. You glanced down and caught a flash of silver.

They were married. ‘Y/n’ The blonde woman you had only seen in photos was next to throw her arms around you. ‘How are you? Thank’s for having this, myself and John have been looking forwards to this for a whole week’ You wrapped your arms around her squeezing her. This was the woman John and Dean had talked so highly of, who had given her life in that nursery. ‘Mrs Winchester’ You smiled at her. She chuckled. ‘How often are you going to play that one?’ You laughed along with her, well you presumed you called Dean’s Mother Mary. ‘Evening Kiddo’ John came in and gave you a side hug before handing you a bottle of wine.

He winked. ‘Because you and Dean need more wine’ You closed the door behind you as you all made your way into the dining room. You helped Dean dish out the food and settled into your own place. ‘How was your holiday sweetie?’ Mary asked Dean as you ate. ‘Awesome’ Dean beamed and winked at you. ‘We were glad you convinced us to go’ He took your hand and you smiled back at him. ‘A whole week with my girl’ You blushed and leaned over placing a kiss on his cheek. ‘He was amazing’ You lied clearly not remembering  whatever holiday they were talking about. ‘It’s no wonder I married this man’ Dean let out a loud laugh and shook his head. ‘God, it’s like you two are just married again’ Sam groaned and Jess smacked him on the arm.

She beamed at you two. ‘I think it’s adorable Y/n. I still love you two as much as the day I met you’ You blushed at the compliment. ‘You hear that husband. We’re the power couple’ Dean leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead. ‘I believe we are wife’ He chuckled. You heard Sam groan. ‘Trying to keep down this dinner here guys’ He grumbled and this time both Jess and his mother swatted him. John just laughed and shook his head. You snuck another kiss to Dean’s lips before beginning to eat again.

After dinner you watched the family from the kitchen. Sam, Dean and John were laughing at some joke and for the first time in a long time the boys looked genuinely happy. You sighed happy. Jess and Mary were sitting beside their husbands chatting. This was what life was supposed to be like, this family was supposed to be happy, complete. Dean looked away from his little brother his face lit up. He held out his hand and you smiled and walked over to him. You made sure to add some extra sway to your step and you seen his smile falter. His eyes trailed down your body and back up to your face.

He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you into his lap. 'Are you trying to kill me' He growled lowly into your ear. You giggled 'I brought you boys another beer' You laid the three beers on the table. John reached out and patted your knee. 'I don’t know how my son bagged such an amazing wife' He turned to Jess and winked. 'Either of them' Both Sam and Dean grumbled and you and Jess shared a look giggling. 'Some of your charm must have rubbed of on them' You shifted in Dean’s lap and wrapped your arm around his neck.

You tangled your fingers in his hair as John laughed at your comment. Dean pouted and pinched your thigh. You let out a small squeal and smacked his chest as he laughed. 'Awh don’t worry Baby, I’m not going to leave you for your Dad' Dean scoffed and tightened his hold on you. 'Hell you are' He grumbled. You giggled leaning down pressing a kiss to his cheek. Jess sighed happily. 'When we get to ten years together we better still be like that' Dean smiled up at you before turning to her. 'You’re having a kid, everything goes to hell after that' He chuckled and you swatted him again. 'Don’t listen to him' You soothed her.

Sam scoffed and wrapped his arm around his wife. 'Aren’t you two trying for one ever since Y/n got that promotion' He chuckled. Mary’s head shot to you two. 'You’re trying for a baby?' Dean groaned and glared at Sam 'Well, we have more time now and You weren't supposed to tell anyone' He snapped. And then he looked up at you with an apologetic face.

You dropped the bottles into the bin. 'I’m sorry I told Sam we were giving it a go. I know you didn’t want to tell them' You turned to see Dean standing in the doorway. 'So, we've been married' six years and together 10 how come we've never had a kid?' You asked leaning back on the worktop behind you. Dean walked into the kitchen. 'You aint mad?' You shook your head and seen his shoulders relax.

He placed his hands on either side of you caging you in. 'And you know we agreed not to have kids in our 20s to live life, and then you were working for that promotion' you reached out running your hands over his chest. 'Well I got it' You smiled and he nodded. You slipped your hands over his shoulders and grabbed the back of his neck pulling his lips down an inch from yours. 'And there’s the table' You giggled. Deans eyes darkened and his hands landed on your back as he slammed his lips to yours.

You opened the front door and Dean looked up from his seat on the porch. 'Can’t believe you kicked me outa the shower' He grumbled. You smiled as you sat beside him on the porch swing. 'I was trying to have a shower and you kept distracting me' You threw your legs over his and he began to massage your calves. You leaned your head on his shoulder. 'I had a good day today' You wrapped your hands around his bicep. Dean leaned down and pressed a kiss to your head.

You sighed looking out over the landscape. You and Dean had a two story house in the country. The town was seemingly only a five minute drive away, good for Dean who worked in the garage in town with his Dad. That made you happy beyond anything. Dean had always loved cars, especially the Impala, which was parked in the driveway right now. And the fact that he got on with his Father and it was a good relationship was even better.

And Sam, sam was happy too, he had been supported through Stanford and was successful. He had Jess and they were starting a family. He had gotten to know his mother and what it was like to be a family. And he only lived about 10 minutes away from his brother. Looks like even in this world you couldn’t separate those two

This was perfect. It was like your own perfect little world. You and Dean sat on the porch seat in silence for almost half an hour watching the sun go down. It had been so long since you had seen a sunset, and never with Dean. It was something you always wanted to do, just end your day with watching the sunset every day. ‘Can’t believe you made me promise to do this everyday’ Dean grumbled. ‘Remember the first day I missed it?’ He chuckled. ‘You didn’t talk to me all night’ You giggled. ‘Sounds like me’ You felt him press another kiss to your head.

You smiled and looked up at him through your lashes. ‘I love you Dean’ You whispered and he looked down at you with a smile. ‘I love you too Sweetheart’ You felt your heart swell. Dean had never told you he loved you before this day, this perfect day. It was too good to be true. You leaned up and pressed your lips to his again. You would never get over Dean Winchesters lips on yours.

You lay in bed your body pressed against Dean. Your head was rested on his chest. He was asleep his arm around you. You smiled. This life was perfect. It was everything you always wanted. A happy life, a good job. A husband who loved you, you starting a family. Sam and Dean were happy. It couldn’t be more perfect if you were to plan it out yourself.

You froze your eyes widening. It was perfect, perfect. You gulped and slipped out from under Dean’s arm. You found his shirt on the floor where you had dropped it earlier as you both stumbled into the room. You picked it up pulling it onto your bare body. You tip toed downstairs and over to where you had seen a laptop today. Opening it you searched for what you needed.

You stood by the counter the large carving knife in your hands. You sighed and closed your eyes. ‘Castiel’ You prayed harder than you ever had. ‘If you can hear me, please Cas,I need your help’ You waited for a moment, but no Cas. You knew this was too perfect, you knew it wasn’t real. ‘Y/n’ Your eyes shot open and you seen Dean standing in the doorward. ‘Sweetheart put down the knife’ His hands were head out and he genuinely looked terrified, his eyes wide. ‘You’re not real’ You breathed. ‘This isn’t real’ Dean moved closer. ‘You’re happy, what did I do wrong Babe?’ Your eyes narrowed. ‘Don’t do that’ You snapped. ‘Dean’ You sighed. ‘I love you, I do’ You felt the tip of the knife against your chest. ‘But his isn’t real, this is the djinn’ You closed your eyes again hearing him shouting at you as you plunged the knife into you.

Your eyes refused to open and you groaned. Your hand were tied above your head and you felt something prick your skin. You went slack again when you heard a noise. It wasn’t hard as you felt so weak. You heard a groan beside you and struggled to open you eyes again. This time it worked.

Only opening it a little you got a fuzzy imagine of a man standing beside you. His lips were wrapped around a red tube. You almost gagged realising he was sucking blood from it. Further away you seen another two figures behind him as well. They were strung up just like you. The djinn pulled away from the tube and looked between you all before turning.

You opened your eyes and looked up. The rope was looped around a meat hook. You moved your hands  up trying to push it off but even after 10 tries it wouldn’t work. You groaned and started twisting your wrists. It took you longer than you had hoped because you had to stop a few times due to exhaustion from blood loss. Finally one of your hands came free and you collapsed to the ground.

You breathed heavily and winced looking down at your arm. Blood was flowing freely from the gash that you had caused because you hadn’t been able to get the needle in your arm. You began to crawl over to your bag on the far side of the room. Your vision blurred but you stayed crawling.

Your fingers hit the course material as you heard footsteps behind you. You dug your hand around in the bag and felt something nick your finger. You grabbed it as something wrapped around your leg. It dragged you back to it. Using all your strength you turned over. You seen a pale grey hand with blue tattoos in front of you.

Your arm shot up and the man’s eyes widened and he croaked. Suddenly he fell forwards onto you. You groaned panting heavily.

It took you a few minutes to get the strength to shove him off you. Panting heavily you started to crawl towards the other victim. Then black.

When you came round again you heard shouts. ‘Y/n’ You recognised that voice. Sam. You tried calling out but your voice wasn’t working. Taking a deep breath you let out your loudest scream. It didn’t come out as loud but you did make a noise. You heard the shouts stop. ‘Cas, Dean I found her’ Faint footsteps got louder. ‘Y/n’ Hands landed on your shoulder.

You were turned over. The younger Winchester was leaning over you, his eyes wide and roaming your body. He cursed as his eyes landed on your arm. ‘Cas’ He shouted. ‘She’s bad’ You reached out and took his hand. ‘Check on them’ Your voice was hoarse, like you hadn’t spoken in weeks.

He looked away from you and at them. ‘Y/n’ Sam’s head snapped to the side and he nodded at someone. He stood and disappeared from your view. Then his brother appeared. Dean’s hands began to feel your body and he pressed on your arm. ‘Hey sweetheart, stay with me’ You smiled slightly at him. His eyes met yours and you sighed. Now you could die happy. ‘I- lo-ove yo-you D-Dean’ You coughed out as you felt your eyes getting heavy. ‘Y/n, y/n, no, stay with me’ But your eyes were already closing. ‘Sweetheart you ca-’ But when everything went dark again.

You rolled over and groaned. Then you remembered what happened. ‘Rest Y/n’ You sat up. Castiel stood at the end of the bed. ‘I was able to heal you and get you back to the bunker’ He explained catching your confused expression. ‘Dean has gone to grab food, he will be back in a moment’ He informed you. It was only then did you realise you were in Dean’s room in the bunker.

You looked down at your arm and seen it was completely healed. ‘How did you know where I was?’ You whispered. You were glad to realise that your voice wasn’t hoarse anymore. ‘I heard your prayer, although it was too faint I had to concentrate on it to get your location, it was not immediately clear’ You nodded. ‘Thank you, for saving my life’ You looked up at him. ‘You’re awake’ You looked towards the door to see Dean standing with a plate in his hand. 

There was a large sandwich on it. ‘I hope that’s mine, I’m starving’ He looked down at it and smiled. ‘I will leave you, Y/n, you must rest, you lost a substantial amount of blood’ Cas nodded at you both and then he disappeared.

Dean began walking towards you and then sat down beside you on the bed.  ‘Thank you for coming’ You whispered as he handed you half a sandwich. ‘Cas came in worried, we weren’ gonna stay here’ You nodded. ‘I’ll be out of your hair as soon as I can, I’m feeling okay’ Dean scoffed and almost choked on his sandwich. He put it back on the plate and then grabbed yours. ‘Hey’ You snapped glaring at him. ‘Hunting on your own is dangerous’ He scolded as he turned back to you after putting the plate on the bedside table.

That made your glare harden. ‘From now on, it’s me you and Sammy’ You opened your mouth to tell him off but he covered it with his hand. ‘No arguments’ You shoved him away. ‘You left me in a motel’ He smirked. ‘You told me ye loved me’ Your mouth opened and closed until you grunted. ‘I thought I was dying’ You crossed your arms. He just grunted before leaning in and pressing his lips to yours.

Your eyes widened before you closed them leaning into you. ‘Stay?’ He breathed after he pulled away. You nodded and seen him smile. He turned away and grabbed the plate again offering you your half again. You took it and smiled at him.

That night was spent in bed with Dean, watching some stupid comedy he loved and living out your perfect life, twice.

Looking at this now....I probably should have done this in two parts....woops

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