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.
Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics, Smut, Unprotected Sex, Angst, Violence Against the Reader, Swearing, Bigotry
Summary: After a hunt goes awry, Dean and the reader spend the night together, but was it all a mistake?
A/N: This is my first A/B/O fic, written for @dr-dean‘s A/B/O Challenge (Happy Birthday!!). I’ve always wanted to write one of these, so thank you so much for breaking me out of my shell. And thank you @notnaturalanahi, for getting me out of my funk and inspired to write this, not to mention betaing it for me. The prompt was November Rain by Guns n’Roses (one of my favorite songs, by my favorite band.) Written using @kittenofdoomage‘s A/B/O Rules. It got a little too long, so I’m splitting it up into two parts.
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The day you met Dean Winchester you knew he belonged to you.
It wasn’t the earth shattering electricity you’d heard True Bonds conveyed when mates touched. It was in a smile, in a glance, in the warm, comforting knowledge that he was yours. Just for you.
Since then, loving him had been as easy as breathing, but being with him was considerably harder. If Dean had felt the call, he never showed it. He worked beside you, treated you like family, but never made an advance. And that was the true challenge of your situation, and the true burden of being an unmated Omega.
“I’ll have you know, I’m great company to most people,” Dean said, shaking you out of your thoughts.
Six months ago, everything changed. Widowed and alone, Dean Winchester is determined to pick himself up and move on, so he goes back to his job as a bodyguard for Singer Protective Services. His first assignment? An actress receiving death threats, an actress with an uncanny resemblance to his wife.
You don’t want protection, don’t need it. Especially from someone as cold and impersonal as Dean Winchester. You’re not afraid of a bunch of stupid death threats, you just want to be left alone to live your life.
Two people, two very different lives. Who will be the first to let the armor slip?
Characters: Dean Winchester, Female reader, Bobby Singer, Tiny, Sam Winchester (mentioned), Georgia (OFC), Melissa (OFC-mentioned)
Word Count: 2936
Warnings: language, mentions stalking, death threats, mentions of blood
Author’s Notes: This was written for two challenges: @impala-dreamer One Prompt for All (had to be Dean x Reader, no more than 3,000 words, and the prompt: “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to kill me.”) and @luci-in-trenchcoats AU & Things Challenge (I chose Bodyguard AU). I’m not gonna lie, a lot inspiration for this came from the Whitney Houston/Kevin Costner movie The Bodyguard.
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Characters: Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader / Friend!Reader, Sam Winchester x Sister!Reader / Friend!Reader
Length: 989+ words
TW: Nothing in this chapter!
A/N: This is a pretty short chapter, but I wanted to split this chapter, and the next chapter up. Also, this is part of @kas-not-cas 2.5K Writing Challenge! Honestly, whenever I do challenges, I prefer writing a separate fic that’s not a part of a series, but it just went to so well with this chapter that I couldn’t help myself! I know I got your permission to use the Prompt in a series, but if you want me to write another oneshot separate, I can totes do that!
Prompt: “I’ve lost count of the promises you’ve broken.”
Summary:Now a shell of her former self, the reader runs into an old flame.
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word Count: 1,761
Warning: implying an abusive relationship
Nichelle’s 4K Angst Challenge - “I hope you find the happiness you’ve been pretending to have.” @nichelle-my-belle
Green cancels out red.
Yellow cancels out purple and brown…no purple and blue.
And lavender cancels out…yellow?
Jesus Christ. This shouldn’t be that difficult, hiding the evidence of your home life is a normal occurrence. The three concussions you’ve acquired over the years must be catching up to you.
You’re squinting harshly at the Revlon concealers on the top shelf before you. Trying and failing to remember which ones work the best, basically whatever hides the fucking truth.
Your exhausted brain is practically mush at this point in time, you used to know this shit. You used to know a lot of shit. You used to be a strong, independent take no bullshit kind of a woman that took care of herself. But things clearly change. People fucking change.
Summary: Dean Winchester didn’t know what having a home felt like. Not until he met her, anyway.
Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Sam Winchester (briefly)
Word count: 1418
Warnings: This is pure, unadulterated fluff (with tiny, light references to sex because Dean can’t help himself, okay?)
Author’s Note: This is my submission for @atari-writes‘ Birthday Challenge. Amber, thank you so, so much for letting me participate and granting me an extension for this. I’m glad I took my time with it because I kind of love how it turned out.
My prompt for this were “I hate to see you leave but love to watch you go. ‘Cause of your butt.” from The Office and “You’re so cute when you’re half asleep
like this…” from Parks And Recreation.
Dean isn’t sure he
knows what having a home feels like.
He remembers he
used to have one, of course, back when the monsters and the demons weren’t a
part of his life, but that was ruined the moment they killed
his mother and burned his childhood to the ground, and he’s certain that he
wouldn’t want to go back, even if he could.
He never settled
after that, never stayed in one place long enough to call it home, but that doesn’t matter anyway, because, to him, home isn’t really a place. He has heard the sayings, after
all, knows that, for most people, home is
where the heart is.
thing though; Dean is not most people and he doesn’t believe love’s something that can
be measured.His heart, he
knows, is not at one place; it’s
strapped to his brother’s existence, but there are parts of it, bloody and
weathered, that have stayed with his parents, and others that belong to the
friends he’s come to consider family, both the ones he’s lost and the ones that
are still around.
So, yeah, perhaps
Dean has many homes but it never feels like it, never feels like he truly belongs somewhere other than the Impala.
There, holding the steering wheel, with the scent of leather and whiskey and
dry blood filling his senses and a classic rock song blasting through the speakers,
he feels free.
And yet, there’s something
He can feel it in
moments like this, moments when he’s returning back to the bunker with his brother
after a fun night out because everything around him is still and nobody needs
saving, and he wants to feel happy, wants to feel content and at peace, but he can’t.
And then, he sees
asleep on the sofa, dressed in that ridiculous cable-knit cardigan of his that
she seems to love, the book she’d been reading for the past few weeks still in
her hand and she’s so beautiful and
stunningly innocent in that moment, so vulnerable and strong all at once, that he
can’t help the smile that tugs at his lips.
disgustingly in love with her.” Sam announces, barely
able to contain his amusement when the tips of his brother’s ears flush pink. “You
know that, right?”
Anon request: could you please write a dean x reader fic where they end up locked in a confined space together that starts as annoyance but leads to more? and they’ve been hunting together a while but always had an antagonistic/teasing relationship to cover up that they have feelings for each other
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word Count: 2,000
Warnings: SMUT (that’s right, I wrote some smut. Can’t say it’s good, but it’s there) language, mention of death, minor angst, lots of sass
A/N: This is also for @wayward-marvel-sommer1196‘s sarcastic writing challenge! Sorry I’m a little late - honestly I’m shocked and thrilled it didn’t take longer to finish this. Thanks for the fun challenge, and have a great semester, hun! (my prompt was "Oh, I offended you with my
opinion? You should hear the ones I keep to myself…" and is in bold)
A/N/N: Look guys, a thing that isn’t firefighter Dean! It’s a miracle!
A/N: This is for@dancingalone21‘s AU Funny Quote Challenge!! My funny quote was “Are you having a stroke? Do you smell toast?” Hope you guys (especially Lau!!) enjoy it, thanks to @mamapeterson for the beta and feedback is greatly appreciated!!!
Characters: Dean Winchester x Friend!Reader, Sam Winchester x Friend!Reader
Length: 1469+ words
TW: Mentions of drug dealing, prostitution, and child abuse
A/N: I’m so sorry I’m posting this so late! I literally wrote this the night I signed up for the Challenge, but completely forgot about it ;; This is for @not-moose-one-shots 6K Writing Challenge! Congrats on 6000 followers, boo! And thank you for hosting the Challenge. This is my first time joining a Challenge, and I’m so glad I did it!
11. “He must pay well.”
A low growl erupted from your throat as the demon took your laptop from your backpack. Two days. It’s been two days since you were kidnapped, and tortured.
“You hunters think you’re so smart,” the demon taunted with a smirk. You looked over his shoulder, realizing that he was tracking Dean’s location. It was the same technique that every hunters used when you needed someone’s location- all you needed was their phone numbers. “We’ve picked up a few skills while being hunted.” He laughed with a wicked grin. “Now, c’mon. We’re gonna pay the Winchesters a little visit.” He raised his gun, and knocked your skull with the butt of it.
When you came to, you realized you were laying on a motel bed, the yellow lighting being too bright for your eyes. You groaned in pain, trying to assess your surroundings. The binds that were around your wrists and ankles were gone, and you felt the uncomfortable feeling of gauze and tape around your injuries.
“Easy, Y/N,” a voice rumbled from the other bed.
“Dean?” you called, turning your head to face him. His jaw tensed as you looked at him with confusion on your face. The motel room was a mess as if a hurricane went through it.
“That’s what happens when you lead a demon to our room,” he sniped, seeing you look around the room.
“What do you-”
“The demon you brought here.”
“Don’t play dumb, Y/N.” Dean rolled his eyes. “We know you told him our location in exchange for your life.”
Summary: Everyone’s two favorite things: baking and (oral) sex with Dean
A/N: written for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing ‘s Favorite Things Challenge! (sorry I was so agonizingly close to the deadline) also, it’s my first time writing smut for Dean, so be kind to me… also i’m not here for the “Dean’s favorite pie” discourse, so don’t hit me up with messages about what his actual favorite is. I don’t give a shit.
Warnings: Oral sex (f receiving), baking with dean (yes that’s a warning), minor angst, mostly smut tbh
The smell of baking pie sits heavy
on the air, growing stronger with each pie you pull from the oven. You slide the hot tin onto the table, and
stare at the collection of pies and cookies you’ve baked over the last four
hours. So far you had two apple and one
pecan pie, a dozen chocolate chip cookies and a dozen of your own personal
enough, was all you could think. The
stress of your argument with Dean was still weighing on your shoulders. Cherry
was Dean’s favorite, was the next thought.
You eyed the bowl of fresh cherries you’d pitted and washed when you’d
first started baking. When you’d rolled
out of the bed this morning, you’d been disoriented until you realized you were
in your old bedroom, without Dean. Then
you’d remembered the argument from the previous night. Which was why you’d started baking at six this
morning when you usually found yourself sleeping in Dean’s warm arms until
“Let me get this straight.” Jensen locks his rigid stance, “You expect me to walk around with freaking green hair, stupid makeup and fake ass tattoos.”
“Yup.” A devious smile breaks out on Jared’s face, his stride still carrying him down the apartment hallway. “Piece of cake.”
Ugh. Jensen encountered Briana sulking on set a few days ago, her husband had to cancel a much anticipated visit due to a work obligation. So then she begged and pleaded for Jensen to fill in for her husband on Halloween.
And that’s how this awkwardness came to be, why Jensen is traipsing around wearing a dorky Joker costume in public. And it’s not even the bad ass Heath Ledger version that he likes the best. It’s safe to say that he’s not a happy camper. All because Briana wants to be friggin Harley Quinn for the night.
“This wasn’t part of the deal.” Jensen grits his teeth, his stomp echoing after his best friend. “Are you kidding me, Padalecki?!”
Summary: Dean Winchester doesn’t think he can fall in love. But every time he thinks of the way he’s around her, the way she makes him smile even in the darkest of days, he starts to believe that maybe, just maybe, he’s wrong.
Characters: Dean Winchester x reader
Word count: 2315
Warnings: Hmmm. Like the tiniest bit of angst. Drinking as a coping mechanism (not healthy, but this is Dean we’re talking about, so, you know…). And fluff, guys. So much fluff.
Author’s Notes: This is my submission for @supernatural-jackles Jen’s SPN Birthday Challenge. My sweetest friend, Jen, happy birthday (even if I’m a few days early) and thank you so much for letting me participate. I loved working on this one.
My prompt for this was a gif that’s inserted into the fic. The story is very much based on Chris Stapleton’s Tennessee Whiskey (which is the most amazing song ever and has Dean’s name all over it *cough* the glorious Jensen Ackles has covered that song and it’s a dream*cough*)
Special thank you to my twin @ravengirl94 because she is the best best-friend and writing guru in the world (and because she kept me sane these past few weeks). You’re the best, twin.
Thank y’all for bearing with me. Enjoy <3
had always liked bars.
He liked the way
they looked, deep mahogany booths and age-speckled lights making him feel at
home in places that had seen their fair share of stories, the way that distinct
scent of cigarette smoke and aged whiskey clung to his clothes afterwards, like
it was a piece of him.
He liked the inverted
bottles that were pressed along the walls, the beer and the whiskey and the
bourbon, and the way it burnt down his throat and made him feel something, anything, on those nights he was far
too numb and far too broken to believe he was alive in the first place.
used to be Dean’s poison and fuel anyway; it cleansed the impure parts of him and kept
him going when he felt like there wasn’t much to keep going for.
And then she came along.
Y/N waltzed into
his life years ago, when she’d shakily shot the werewolf that had kidnapped her
right in the heart, and, ever since that day, she’d somehow managed to wove
herself deep into the fabric of his existence.
Summary: You sneak something into the bunker that Dean disapproves of. Sam helps you hide it, but what will Dean say when he finds out?
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word Count: 1,700
Warnings: None, just teeth-rotting fluff
A/N: This is my fic for @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog RomCom Fluff Challenge! Thanks for a great challenge, Mimi! I made it as fluffy as possible! My prompt was “I can’t control her any more than I can control the weather” and is bolded below.
A/N/N: Okay, guys, I swear to god that I had the whole name thing as an HC before Jensen named his son…
Warnings: NSFW!!! 6k+ words worth of filthy smut, student-teacher stuff (reader is of legal age)
Note: FINALLY! My entry for @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash 2nd writing challenge! So happy to be participating this time! Prompt is Coach Negan obviously. Writing’s kinda messy tbh, but I did my best. Enjooooy!
You failed PE the first time.
You dropped it the second time. And from then on, you avoided taking it during your next two years in college. Why would PE be a requirement in college, anyway? It’s not like it’d benefit you as a Literary major. Besides, was there even a known writer in history who credited PE as one of the major factors for their success? Nada. You hated PE, you despised it. It was totally unnecessary but now that you were moving on to your last year in college, you’re left with no other choice but to conquer it in order to graduate.
The regret from not passing it early on hit you the very moment you entered the gym. Since PE was only taken by freshmen students, you were sort of the oldest among your classmates. Had you not failed and dropped it during your first two semesters in college, you wouldn’t be dealing with such embarrassment now.
But then again you suck at being athletic so even if you didn’t drop out during your second semester PE, you’d still face the embarrassment of having zero skills in any kind of sport.
It also didn’t help that the only PE class available was volleyball and you just had to end up being in the class handled by the most notorious coach in the entire university– Coach Negan.