casless!dean

Even half out of his mind Cas will still instinctively fight the scariest being on the planet to protect Dean.

Originally posted by mishacolins

Originally posted by mishacolins

*Sobbingly compares this to every classical romance story ever about a knight protecting his damsel in his last stand after being cut down and broken, still trying to protect her.*
Get Into My Car

Title: Get Into My Car

Summary:  Dean and the reader are enjoying a night out, until someone ruins the evening

Author:  Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Characters:  Dean Winchester x Plus-sized Reader

Word Count: 1889

Warnings:  Body shaming, derogatory terms directed toward a plus-sized reader, drinking, explicit language, explicit sexual content, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, smut, nsfw

Author’s Notes:  Written for two challenges: @winchester-writes Drinking Writing Challenge. My drink was Glenfiddich Scotch and my prompt was “What is everyone staring at?!” and @butiaintgonnaloveem Baby’s Big 50 Writing Challenge. My song was Get Out of My Dreams, Get Into My Car by Billy Ocean. Thank you to @feelmyroarrrr for the amazing idea. This wouldn’t have been possible without my bestie, @mamapeterson and her support, encouragement and words. Love you, T.

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Imagine flirting with Dean

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You’d been hunting with the Winchesters for three months, and Dean had been hopelessly flirting with you from the very first day.

For three months you’d been shrugging off these advances, but eventually you decided to throw him a bone.

“How about,” Dean suggested as the two of you walked out of the police station, “Once all this is over, we get Sammy a separate motel room so we can celebrate in style?”

You hummed, contemplatively.

“How about,” you countered, stopping and turning to face him, “You buy me a drink first?”

Dean paused, his lips parting and closing again as he tried to process what you’d said. His eyes narrowed slightly while he studied your expression.

“A drink?” he asked, and you nodded. “I can sure buy you a drink, sweetheart.”

His cocky drawl was back, pretending as if getting flirtation back from you hadn’t completely knocked him off course.

“It’s a date,” you confirmed, starting towards the car again. “But first, let’s gank this sucker.”