Summary: You have a one night stand with Sam and his monster cock. 4,000 words of pure porn.
Word Count: 3,900ish
Warning: So much smut, Sam’s monster cock, a little bit of dom!Sam if you squint
A/N: Yeah. This is porn. Enjoy. XOXO
Yeah, yeah. You’re breaking all your rules tonight.
But can anyone blame you?
Look at him.
And sure, you have a very important rule about customers being a no-fly zone, and you tend to find one night stands more awkward that satisfying. But seriously.
Look. At. Him.
Even your coworkers have noticed, despite the fact that you haven’t mentioned him to anyone. They’re standing in the doorway of the kitchen, whispering as they ogle, waggling their eyebrows at you as you get him a glass of water.
You shake your head at them, not bothering to say anything because you know they won’t behave even if you do, and head back out to the most gorgeous man you’ve ever seen in real life.
A/N: I missed writing Dean, so this happened :) Hope y’all enjoy! Let me know ^^
Five Years Old There is a new kid in your
kindergarten class. He’s quiet, has freckles all about his tiny face, and wide
green eyes. He stands next to the teacher as she introduces him to everyone and
you smile widely when you realize that the only open seat in the classroom is
the one next to you.
A new friend and you’re thrumming
with excitement as he takes his seat next to you.
“Daddy’s comin’ buddy!” Dean called out to Noah, who had been crying for about 5 solid minutes with no signs of stopping. “I’m getting your bottle, alright? I’m comin!”
Dean made his way down the hall, surprised when the cries started to stop, being replaced with tiny giggles. He swung the door to Noah’s room open gently and froze in terror, seeing a semi transparent figure bent over the crib. “Get away from my son!”
“Dean.” You jumped back, startled at the intrusion. You’d always been so careful, never letting him catch you before. You always showed up when Noah needed someone and Dean or Sam couldn’t get to him right away. You spent every single night in his room, soothing him to sleep so Dean and Sam could sleep through the night uninterrupted. In that moment all you could think to do was run, and that’s exactly what you did, running past Dean and heading for the door of the bunker.
“Y/N?” Dean whispered, tears forming in his eyes. He spun quickly, leaving Noah’s bottle forgotten on the table in his room. “Y/N, stop!”
He found you at the door to the bunker, realizing that you couldn’t leave. You were attached. “Shit.” You muttered, opening the door and trying to leave, being stopped by some kind of invisible wall.
“How long?” Dean questioned. You slowly turned around and walked back down the stairs, staring down at the floor, away from him. “How long have you been here?”
“Since the hospital.” You murmured. “Since you -” You cut yourself off, shaking your head and walking away. Dean reached out, able to grip your shoulder and turn you around.
“You can say it, you are not wrong.” He looked at you sadly. “Go ahead.”
“What did you think I was gonna say?”
“Ever since I killed you.” Dean sobbed. “Y/N I’m so sorry.” Dean pulled you to him, holding you tight to his chest. “This is all my fault.”
“It was an accident.” You murmured. “I was gonna say ever since you chose to save our son.”
“Noah.” Dean suddenly remembered, wiping his eyes. “He needs his bottle. Come on.” You followed Dean back into Noah’s room and Dean handed you the bottle. “Do you want to?”
“Yeah.” You nodded and made your way to the crib, lifting your son and cradling him in your arms. You sat down in the glider and started to feed him, rocking him gently to get him back to sleep. “Mommy’s here, baby boy.” Noah cuddled right up to you, like he’d known you for his whole three months of life, which he really did.
“He loves you.” Dean smiled. “He’s a good little guy. Sleeps through the night. When he cries he calms himself down before Sam and I even come for him.” You looked up at Dean and saw the realization dawn on him. “You’ve been with him the whole time, haven’t you?”
“You take care of him all day. I figure I can give you nights off.” You shrugged.
You both sat in silence after that, Dean watching you with sad eyes as you ran your cold hand over your son’s forehead, lulling him to sleep. “Y/N…you…you know you can’t stay. You know what happens to spirits…”
“No.” You snapped. “You can’t send me away, Dean. I won’t let you.”
“You think I want that?” Dean questioned, a tear sliding down his cheek. “You think I want my son to grow up without his mother? You think I want to explain to him what I did to you? You think I don’t want you here? I just…it always ends the same way.”
“Not this time.” You shook your head. “I’m not angry. I’m not vengeful. I won’t be. I have everything I’ve ever wanted.”
“They all say that, Y/N/N.” Dean murmured. “What are you attached to? I won’t do anything tonight. We’ll talk about it, I promise you. I just…I need to know.”
“No.” You glared at Dean, completely unwavering. “We’re not gonna talk about it. It can’t happen.” Instinctively, you clutched your son tighter to your chest, a move that did not go unnoticed by Dean.
“No.” Dean shook his head, staring down at Noah. “You’re attached to Noah?”
You nodded sadly, holding back your own tears. “You can’t ever put me to rest, Dean. You’d have to kill our son.”
Warnings: sexual harassment, language, rough sex, squirting, overstimulation, edging, biting!kink, slight pain!kink, oral sex (male receiving), dom!Sam, dirty talk
Summary: The reader is a badass hunter that oys have run into many times over the years. There has always been a certain spark between her and Sam. While they flirt shamelessly nothing has ever come of it… until now.
Author’s Note: the biting kink thing is me dipping my toes in the water about writing a/b/o.
It had been a little over two years since you’d seen the Winchesters.
The last time you’d met up was on a witch case in Wisconsin, and that had only taken a couple days. You’d parted ways on a cold, stormy night, and since then you’d only spoken on the phone a few times, twice with Dean, once with Sam.
Now, there was a werewolf wreaking havoc in Hamden, Connecticut and the boys had called you to help out.
I turned my head with an eyebrow raised as she stepped out of her apartment building for the last time. She had a bag packed, draped over her shoulder, and a smile that made my heart stop. She really was coming with me.
It was then that I realize that she was exactly what I had been looking for all this time.
I’ve never been good at that lovey-dovey, chick-flick moment crap, but there have been a few girls in my life that I thought I loved.
And I owe them an apology because it turns out that the feelings I had for them weren’t love. I thought they were, but now, knowing the way I feel for Y/N… I have only every truly loved her.
Cassie. She was firey and passionate, and she knew what she wanted. Ultimately, the minute I bared my heart to her, revealed my world to her, she dismissed me as though I couldn’t be bothered to tell her the truth. Even after years apart when she found out the truth, I thought I could love her still. I had really never stopped loving her, but something was missing.
I didn’t know it at the time, but I know what was wrong now.
She wasn’t you.
Lisa. She took me in when I thought I had no place to go. She offered me a home and a life outside of this life. She loved me unconditionally and never questioned the broken mess that I was. She allowed me to love Ben which may have been her greatest gift. She was the hardest to walk away from.
In the end, my reason for leaving would be Sam, but I realize now what I didn’t know then.
She wasn’t you.
Part of me wishes I could go back in time and undo the time that I spent with these women because it was time spent that I could have been finding you, could have been loving you. But I realize now that those experiences made me the man that I am today. Without them, I’m not sure if I would be ready to love you as fully as I do. Without them I may never have realized that you were what I was really missing.
So, to all the girls I’ve loved before… thank you. Thank you for opening my eyes and making me see. Making me see that I am capable of a love that is greater than myself, capable of loving so deeply it hurts, capable of laying it all on the line once I really found the right reason to.
And Y/N, that reason is you. I think you know that, or you wouldn’t be coming with me now.
I just want you to know those women helped make me a better man for you, but I’m so glad that I finally have you in my arms because you are what’s right in my world. You pull me from the darkness. You saved me when I was lost. You are the love of my life.