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Rescue Mission(ReaderxDean)

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. 

Wordcount: 1681

pairing; ReaderxDean

Warnings: blood, swearing, another djinn, 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.*

You had been visiting Bobby for a few weeks. He was like your father and every chance you got, you visited. Right now, you were scouring the local papers for a case. You were humming as you circled words in articles, your feet propped up on the dining room table and your back was leaning back against the hard wood of the chair. 

Bobby was on the phone to the Winchester brothers ,he was telling them information about a case, reading the facts from his own journal.You knew them quite well, hunted with them a more than a few time and bonded with them easily. You stretched with a slight grunt as your eyes skimmed the paper. Your lips turned up into a satisfied smirk as wrote down the address you circled. 

After shrugging on your leather jacket, you slid the flask of holy water into your inside pocket. You hid a knife in your boot and your gun in the waistband of your jeans. You bounced over to Bobby and kissed his cheek. 

“I’m going to check this out, say hi to the boys for me” You whispered slightly, picking up the keys to one of Bobby’s cars.

He nodded in acknowledgement and diverted his attention back to the book, reading out more facts for Sam and Dean. 

After some time of driving around, you found the address. The house didn’t look too threatening..just run down..if the windows weren’t boarded up you’d think it was occupied. 

You snuck around the back of the house, wading through the thorn bushes. You had your left hand on your gun and your right had gently nudged the door ajar. 

Your eyes wend wide at what you saw. The creature was tying a knot in the binding that were holding up a limp body. The creature adjusted the blood drip before smirking. It was a Djinn... exactly like the one the Winchesters found. 

You silently crept into the room, your feet making light, delicate steps. You held your breath and cringed as your phone decided to blur out your ringtone. The Djinn snapped around and reached out for you as you grabbed your gun, you were too late. He put his hand to your head,a blue light emitting. No matter how hard you fought, your eyes failed you as they slipped closed and your body went numb and limp...

It had been roughly two days and Bobby hand’t heard anything from you. To say he was worried sick was an understatement, he had called you hundreds of times. 

Bobby looked over your research and nodded to himself. He knew who to call.He picked up his mobile and scrolled through the contacts, landing on Sam Winchester. He tapped his foot impatiently as it started to ring. 

Meanwhile, the brothers had just gotten in from a hunt. It was around 1 A.M when Sam’s mobile rang. Dean looked over in confusion as looked at the caller I.D.

“It’s Bobby” Sam mumbled as he clicked the green button and put the phone to his ear. “Hey Bobby..”

Sam listened carefully. “Sam, Can you get Dean to call Y/N for me.. see if she answers?” Bobby’s voice was rushed and it was evident that he was panicking. 

Sam looked up and turned to Dean. “Dean, call Y/N” He said with his eyebrows furrowed. 

Dean was sat on the edge of his bed when he dialed your number, getting no answer just like Bobby. He looked up and shook his head at Sam, he too becoming concerned.

“Bobby theres no answer, what’s going on?” Sam stressed. 

“She went on a hunt a few days ago, I haven’t heard anything since. I can’t track her phone but I have an address...Sam you gotta bring her back..” Bobby’s voice wavered slightly, he wanted you safe.

After promising Bobby he and Dean would find you, Sam stood and looked on the web for the address Bobby had sent. Both of the boys had started on more research, their plans to rest were long forgotten. 

“Sammy, I think I know how to get here..” Dean mumbled as he ran a hand through his matted hair.

Sam looked at his brother through tired eyes and nodded, “Dean, we can go after we’ve gotten some sleep. It’s not healthy for us” Sam snapped, standing to get ready for bed.

“No, we can’t. This is Y/N we’re on about,Sam!” Dean skimmed over various papers and froze, “Son of a bitch!” 

Dean’s fist hit the table, his cup of coffee spilling out the mug.

“What? You can’t tell me you still have a thing for her..” Sam teased, his eyebrow raising, not noticing his brother reaction until he snapped.

“It’s a Djinn..Sam there’s another one of those bastards! If we don’t go now, she’ll be drained!” Dean shouted as he stood, the keys to his baby in his hand. 

Sam nodded silently and began to grab the weapons. 

You knew what you had to do to get out of the wish-verse. You knew you had to try and wake yourself up..but you didn’t want to. You didn’t want to leave.. you felt safe. 

Your parents were there, John Winchester was alive still and most of all there was Dean. You hadn’t expected it at first but it was what you supposedly wished deep down. 

In the Wish-Verse, you had a family. Everything was perfect and no way did you want to leave. You knew you should wake yourself but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it...

Dean skidded the car to a stop outside the run down building. He wasted no time in grabbing his weapons as he rushed to the back of the house. Sam took one side and Dean took the other. 

“Please be here, Y/N” Dean whispered quietly to himself as he crept up to look through the door, it still being slightly ajar from where you pushed it just days before. 

Sam nudged his brother slightly and pointed to the floor boards. Laying there was your mobile, right at the bottom of where your feet dangled. 

Dean grimaced when he saw you. Your face was pale,lips slightly blue and your eyes sunken into your skull. Your arms were still raised above your head, the bindings on your wrists hoisting you off the ground. There was dried blood around the needle in your neck, the blood being syphoned into the blood bag.

Dean was about to make a move when Sam stopped him. The Djinn walked into their eyeline and tilted your head up as you started to flinch your limbs unconsciously. You were weak, if the boys didn’t get you out now you weren’t going to last another day. 

“There is something about your blood that’s so delicious” It mumbled, reaching for the bag.

That’s when the boys attacked Dean let Sam shoot the Djinn in the shoulder, causing it to kneel down, he then shot it between the eyes. Sam’s face was hard, his jaw was clenched as he shot it once more.

Dean shook you slightly, trying to rid you from your dream. Sam looked over, his expression sad. 

“Y/N, come on! why haven't you woken yourself up already.. please.” Dean pleaded as he shook you harder. 

He reached out and flicked your forehead, hard enough to jolt you out of the wish-verse and back to reality. Your heavy eyelids opened slightly and you managed a slight twitch of your lips as you looked into Deans green eyes. 

“Y/N..oh god..” He frowned and quickly cut you loose, he pulled the needle from your neck, apologizing when you winced. 

Sam helped Dean catch you as you fell into his arms. “Dean we need to get her to Bobby.. fast!” He said hurriedly as he grabbed the bag of your blood.

Dean lifted you gently and nodded to Sam. “You’re driving” Was all he said. 

Dean sat with you in the back, checking your pulse every two minutes and stroking your hair. He wouldn’t look away from you. His calloused thumb brushing back and forth over your blue lips. 

Bobby had been able to fix you up, the boys had stolen supplies from the hospital to get your blood back in you. You were actually awake when Dean walked in and shut the door behind him. 

“Dean..” You smiled weakly, your energy still wasn’t back yet. 

Dean didn’t say much, he just sat in the chair next to your bed and reached for your hand. “You scared the hell outta me back there, Y/N” He whispered quietly.

You squeezed his hand tightly and nodded.

“Y/N, I don’t get it.. you knew what you had to do to wake up.. why didn’t you?” Dean looked up, his eyes were filled with unshed tears.

You immediately felt guilty, you didn’t want to admit that you wanted to stay in the wish-verse but you knew you had to. You let your tears fall, a sob trapped in your throat. It was everything you had ever wanted in that fake life.

“I didn’t want to wake up, I didn’t want to leave” The broken sob left you and as it did, Dean’s heart shattered.

Dean shuffled into the bed beside you and pulled you protectively into his arms. He stroked your hair and rocked you back and forth, trying to calm you down.

“Why? Why didn’t you wanna leave, Y/N?” He whispered against your hair.

You didn’t want to tell him that you had a family and that he was a part of it. You couldn’t bare his reaction. 

“Because I had everything I ever wanted” You whimpered as another sob rolled through your body.

“Shh...Shh..I know...I know what it does. Y/N, You,Bobby and Sammy...you’re all I got. Don’t make me lose you too..” Dean tightened his grip. “Especially when-” Dean stopped himself.

You looked up at him curiously. He looked down at you and gently took your face in his hands. You weren’t sure if you imagined them or if he actually said the words, they were so quiet.

“Especially when i’m in love with you”

Part two? just request it.

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!