dean jumps up from the hood and grabs cas' hand and just walks off with him

Car Troubles

Mechanic!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,120

Warnings: nothing….just yucky fluff lol

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!!!

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Night Sledding

“I wanna go sledding,” Dean said, sounding hopeful.

Cas opened his eyes and saw Dean peering back at him, dead serious. “Sledding… right now?” he said slowly. “You do know it’s the middle of the night?”

Dean has a lot of spur-of-the-moment ideas, and though Cas is reluctant at first, he can’t bring himself to mind this one. (1.6k)


Castiel was woken up late at night by a series of soft kisses: one to his forehead, one to his eyelids, then to his nose and finally, mouth. “Dean?” he mumbled, feeling around blindly until his fingers touched the face above him. He held his boyfriend’s head in his hands and felt his cheeks move when the other boy smiled.

“Hey, Cas,” Dean whispered, pecking him on the lips again.

“Why’re you up?” Cas murmured, eyes still closed.

“Couldn’t sleep,” Dean responded, running a hand through Cas’ dark, messy hair. “I feel like doing something.”

“What do you want to do?” Cas answered with a yawn, humoring him.

“I wanna go sledding,” Dean said, sounding hopeful.

Cas opened his eyes and saw Dean peering back at him, dead serious. “Sledding… right now?” he said slowly. “You do know it’s the middle of the night?”

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Nudge Theory
Characters: CastielXReader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester

Word Count: 3936 (Act III)

A/N: A five act mini-series. The reader and Castiel must work together to solve the curious case of the missing Winchesters. Fluff, smut, and a plot for kicks. Be warned - this act contains explicit smut/NSFW/adult only content. After all, the third act is nothing without a climax [or two].

Previous chapters:   Act IAct II

Nudge [verb] –

·       “Coax or gently encourage someone to do something.”

“How the hell did I miss this?” Vintage yellow photo thrust ahead at arm’s length, you squinted contemptuously between it and the modern angled shining building sitting on a rolling hill previously occupied by the notorious Clifton Springs Sanatorium - everything gleamed new right down to the freshly lain vibrant green sod.

Mapping uncharted recesses of thought at an overly decorous distance to your person, coat flapping in the grass-scented breeze, Castiel thumbed through the news clippings in John Winchester’s journal, comparing them to the small local newspaper he held announcing the grand opening of the Clifton Springs Senior Center – finally complete after five arduous years of construction setbacks. Holding a fluttering piece of paper to his nose, inhaling the smudged ink, his sky blues milled in confusion, “These clippings Sam collected about the sanatorium, they’re all very old. Ten, maybe eleven years.”

“Maybe even twelve or thirteen?” You peeped sidelong at the angel, jamming the old photo and your hands into your pockets, closing the distance to his side in a few short strides, “Maybe Sam decided to take up scrapbooking. Practical hobby for a hunter really, and certainly safer on his liver in the long run than Dean’s chosen one.”

“None of this makes sense,” Cas disregarded your sarcastic snipe at the Winchesters, refiling the paper in the journal, dark curls tickling his forehead in an errant gust of wind.

The more the angel ignored your efforts at teasing and prodding him out of his shell the more you felt inclined, obligated even, hell-bent one might say, to persist in re-establishing the flirtatious rapport you somehow lost in a random cornfield on the side of the highway at mile marker 156. You scratched your head thoughtfully, “You know, you’re absolutely right. Now that I think about it, he’s probably more of a paper mache guy.”

Cas squinted apathetically at you, unaware you interpreted this silence as a formal declaration of war.

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Second Chance

Hey everyone!! BLAH!!! Sorry it’s been so long since I posted, I’ve been a little down in the dumps and struggling with motivation. But here’s a one shot I wrote for a couple challenges, hope you like it!!

For @not-moose-one-shots Bethtastic 6K Writing Challenge my quote was “Gee, Mom, I guess you’ll have to send me to a military school to straighten me out.”

And for @highonpastries Pastries 250 Celebration my quote was “Why it is always you three in charge whenever the world goes to shit.”

Dean x female hunter, reader insert

Word Count: about 1750

Warnings: none really… canon-typical violence, sassy reader & Dean back and forth, kissing, brief reference to nookie, but no actual SMUT

Quotes are bolded in the text

Here’s my masterlist for more stories! The next chapter of The Hunt That Changed Everything will be out soon too, I’m almost finished with it, so be sure to get caught up! XO


Great. Freaking fantastic. Leaned up against your car, you grumpily kicked at a rock, sick of waiting. You only came to help with this stupid hunt because Garth begged you to… but you weren’t going to be happy about it. The last time you’d worked with the Winchesters you found yourself being used as vamp bait.

That part hadn’t been so bad, but the fact that the Dean had practically failed at noticing you were a woman when the time came to blow off some steam pissed you off bad enough to bail promptly afterwards. He shamelessly flirted with you the entire hunt and you even shared a brief but passionate frencher at the bar afterwards. But then the bastard had disappeared from the bar after only one drink while you were in the bathroom. It’s not like you’d expected a relationship or anything, but you heard through the grapevine that he was up for a good time and you were rather disappointed you didn’t get to discover exactly how good for yourself.

Well, there would be none of that on your part this time. He had a chance and had blown it and you weren’t really one for fresh starts. As the black impala came roaring up the dirt road, you moved around to dig in your backseat, trying to ignore your body’s involuntary reaction at seeing and hearing that damn sexy car approaching, knowing who was behind the wheel. You rolled your shoulders and cracked your neck side to side getting yourself into work mode as the muscle car pulled up next to your cherry red, beefed up ‘74 Ford Bronco.

“'Bout time,” you commented loudly as Sam and Dean exited the car, a dark haired man in a trench coat folding out of the backseat behind them. “Was starting to wonder if that POS had you stranded on the side of the road somewhere, but it must’ve just been​ Dean’s grandma driving,” you snarked as Sam walked up to you, grinning ear to ear at the insults you were already slinging his brother’s direction. 

He knew that something had happened between the two of you on the last hunt… something that has resulted in your prompt departure the morning after you finished up. Dean, of course, had given him nothing more than a pissy, “Shut up, Sammy,” when he’d asked about it.

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Screw Me

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Words: 1,750

Summary: The reader is cursed with lust; Sam is conflicted

A/N: This is the full version of the latest Sam drabble! You all really seemed to like it, and I really loved writing this. I hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think. xoxo

Warnings: Implied smut

Originally posted by frozen-delight

Dean’s eyes trailed up your body as if you were alien. Sam stared with a similar conviction.

“So…” Sam broke the silence, “The witch cursed you with lust?”

You nodded while typing up your hair, practically peeling it off your glistening chest. “Did somebody raise the thermostat?” You asked.

Dean bit his tongue not to laugh, staring at your pupils that seemed to be growing with every second.

“Alright, how about you drink some cold water while Dean and I try to-”

“Please shut up. I can’t stand how appealing your voice is.” You exhaled. Sam cleared his throat, his eyes touched every object in the room except for you.

Meanwhile, Dean looked mildly offended.

“And mine isn’t?” He looked between you and Sam. You continued fanning yourself with your hand, trying to cool off. Your body was burning in every sense of the word.

Stalking up to you, unaccepting of the fact that Sam’s voice sounded more attractive, Dean began to run his hands up your arms and towards your neck. You became weak at the knees, practically melting under his touch. Before you could reach out to feel him under your fingertips, Sam gripped his brother’s shoulder and yanked him back.

You whined in protest, feeling your lips pull downwards.

“Dude.” Sam looked at his brother. Dean opened his eyes wide, acting like he didn’t know what he did wrong. “She’s under a spell.”

Dean shrugged, “For the first time, I’m totally fine with witches.” He threw a wink your way and your heart rate quickened.

Sam rolled his eyes.

_ _ _ _ _

No amount of ice could satiate the heat pooling in your stomach. Regardless of the ridiculous count of glasses of water scattered across your desk, you were burning up a fever. It was imperative that you stayed alone.

But the temptation of just laying your eyes on one of the brothers again was tugging you from the bed. So, you peeled off your short sleeve shirt, trading it in for a bathing suit top and some shorts. Any more clothing, and they’d melt off your body.

Your footsteps echoed off the tiled floors.

“Sam?” You shouted, “Dean?” But received no indication that either brother was home. Pulling on the strands of your ponytail to keep it in place, you continued walking around the bunker.

“This isn’t funny!” You exclaimed, entering the kitchen. Opening the freezer, you took out an ice cube and ran it across your face. “Damsel in distress here!”

You rolled your eyes and decided to rummage through Dean’s room; his laptop should be full of porn.

_ _ _ _ _

“Really, Sam?” Dean stared at his brother.

“It’s the safest place to be, Dean.” Sam’s eyes wandered around the garage. “And don’t you like it here anyways?”

Dean scoffed, “I love it here.”

“Then, what’s the problem?”

“I don’t love living here! We can’t hole up in the garage until we find a cure for her, Sam.” Dean crossed his arms.

“But being near her, sets her off. We’d only be making it worse.” Sam sat on the edge of the Impala’s hood.

“So the one time she actually wants to screw you, you don’t?” A laugh escaped Dean’s lips.

Sam sighed and rubbed his face, “It would be meaningless, Dean. Just a way of- of release for her.” He wanted so much more with you.

“Whatever, man. I’m not staying here.” Dean walked past Sam, and back into the bunker.

Making his way towards the bedrooms, he stopped cold in his tracks. Your bedroom door was cracked open and the sound of moaning poured out from it.

“What the fuck?” Dean whispered to himself, knocking harshly on your door. The sounds were way to high pitched to be coming out from your lips.

“One sec!” You slammed his laptop shut and exhaled. Almost.

Instead of knocking again, he opened your door. “Is that my laptop?”

You nodded and shoved it towards him. “I was just-”

“Watching my porn.” He finished your sentence and snatched his laptop from you. “Don’t girls read it?”

You rolled your eyes, “I kinda needed something more intense right now.” You motioned to your glistening body. “I feel like Phoebe from Charmed. Remember when she was cursed with lust?”

“I remember because you made me and Sam watch every single episode with you, but that’s a TV show. This isn’t. So go take a cold shower and help us research how to fix you.” He held his laptop close to himself, as if you were going to grab it from his hands.

Gathering your hair back up from its newly disheveled state, you crawled out of your bed. Maybe Dean was right, some research could help.

If he hadn’t pushed out his chair, you never would have realized Sam was seated at the table.

“Feeling any better?” He asked once he heard you walk in.

“You mean any less horny? Nope.” You dropped into the chair and Sam lifted his eyes to look at you. He had never seen you in a bikini before, and he would be stupid to say he didn’t think you were beautiful.

“How about I get you some more water?” He began to stand.

“It doesn’t help.” You muttered, pulling the book he was reading towards yourself. You furrowed your brows and read the cover as if you were asking a question, “The Effects of Higher Powers?”

Sam shrugged.

“What the hell is this even about?” You began flipping through random pages. “Shouldn’t you be looking through a spellbook or something?”

“I tried that.” He spun the book around and closed it. “I think you just have to wait it out.”

You sighed and slid lower into your chair. “What about Cas?”

“Huh?” Sam asked, placing the book back on the shelf.

“Did you ask him if he can…fix me?” You stood up and followed Sam who began walking towards the kitchen.

“We can try.” He agreed before opening up the fridge. He busied himself searching for something. After a long minute you shouted, “He’s not in the fridge, Sam!”

“I know.” He glared at you, “I’m just trying to find you something cold to eat.”

“Oh.” You whispered. “I’ll go get Dean, he always answers him.”

Nearing Dean’s doorway, you were positive you heard the same porn you were watching earlier.

“No way!” You bust through his door and he jumped, covering himself in the blanket while you laughed.

“What the hell are you doing?” You asked as if it wasn’t obvious.

“You left it open! What was I supposed to do? Not watch it?” He asked as if it were ridiculous to do anything else.

You crossed your arms. “Maybe instead of jacking off, you could be helping Sam search for a reversal.”

Dean shut his laptop.

“We thought you could call Cas for us.”

“Why me?” He asked.

“He only answers you.” You reasoned. He nodded and you left his room, waiting for him to zip up his pants and follow you to the kitchen.

Back in the kitchen, you hopped up onto the countertop, seating yourself comfortably. Within seconds of Dean even thinking to call the angel, he appeared behind you.

Immediately his eyes were glued to your back, shining with sweat.

“Are you alright?” He placed his hand on your shoulder and you let out a shaky breath. Dean watched with amusement as Cas tilted his head at you.

Sam cleared his throat. “The witch we hunted last night cursed her with lust.”

Castiel nodded and stared at you, in thought. Meanwhile, you stared back, seeing him with new eyes. Suddenly, you wanted to feel his cracked lips on yours and feel his stubble under your fingertips-

“Anything?” Sam interrupted your thoughts, pointing his question at Castiel.

Stepping back from you, Cas spoke, “The solution is simple. This is an old, nearly ancient spell used on men and women in high powers, in which sleeping with the wrong person made entire kingdoms crumble.” He explained.

“So?” Dean raised his brow.

“So, once Y/N takes care of her…need, the spell will be lifted.” Cas looked between you and the two brothers.

“Sounds easy enough.” You hopped off the counter, “So, who’s up for it?” You announced and Dean nearly choked.

Sam’s eyes hit the floor before meeting your gaze again. Castiel, chose to disappear.

“Just in case I heard wrong, can you repeat that?” Dean leaned in with a smile on his face.

“Dude.” Sam elbowed his brother. You bounced your leg impatiently.

“If you guys want to deal with this,” You motioned to your soaked skin, “for the rest of your lives, be my guest, but I don’t. So I’m gonna go find someone who does wanna screw me.” With that, you walked back to your room and changed. A one night stand was exactly what you needed.

“There’s your chance.” Dean pointed loosely to the direction that you walked.

Sam sighed, hanging his head low, “I can’t, Dean. It’s not that simple.”

“Oh,” Dean laughed, “She made it very simple.”

Minutes later, you sauntered out from your bedroom in a little black dress with heels to match.

“Later, boys.” You threw a wink in their direction before making your way through the war room, and to the staircase. With every clack of your heel, Sam’s fist tightened.

Before you could turn the knob and leave, Sam was running towards you.

“Wait.” Sam’s voice carried up the stairs. He swallowed thickly and walked up the steps, keeping his eyes trained on you.

“Change of heart?” You asked, nearing him.

His large hands gripped your shoulders, “I don’t want some douche trying to score with you.”

“What are you saying?” You looked up at him through your lashes, trying to read his face. As he ran his hands down your arms, you began breathing heavily, feeling your blood pump.

“I’m saying that maybe, we shou-”

“Oh, shut up!” You shouted, pulling at his t-shirt.

In seconds he was on you, his hands grasping to get as much contact as possible.

You stood on your tip-toes, reaching up to feel his lips on yours. Without having to ask, Sam lifted you up and you linked your ankles around his hips.

“Finally.” Slipped your lips and you practically heard Sam smile. You tugged on his hair, earning a satisfied groan.

“My room?” You breathed. Sam lifted you from his waist and into his arms.


Inhuman Winchester


Originally posted by shield-sherlocked-the-tardis

You are an inhuman and you’ve been competing at the fight nights to control your power in some way, but your brothers don’t know until they find out.

Requested by: Anonymous

Written By: Idjit-Only - Danni

Reader: Female

Warning: long

A/N: Hi again


I hold my head in my hands sitting on the side of my bed. This guy I fought last night had super strength along with body enhancements. It was horrible and I didn’t win. Two months ago I got these powers after I turned into stone and I don’t know what it is but It looks like magic. 

I force two pills down and head to the kitchen to get caffeine. I can already smell the coffee that is brewed non-stop. I yawn and stretch pretending that I got enough sleep(about 3 hours).

“Good, your up. I think I found a case and it’s local.” Sam states scanning his computer.

I grab a coffee cup and pour some finally joining him at the table, “Oh yeah?”

“People have got into this building where there are different people fighting with supernatural abilities but when they come back, the party has moved elsewhere.”

I almost choke on my coffee. That is how my fight night works. Even though I am the youngest of the Winchester family doesn’t make me defenseless. Over the last two months since I got those..abilities…I’ve done my best to hide them and to do that I need to learn how to fight. I have been doing really well. How and why did someone get in there? Only inhumans are allowed in there, unless someone who is inhuman and works for the other team decided to act like the crazy old lady.

“Does that surprise you?” 

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Dean Winchester Imagine Requested- A Bit of an Inconvenience


This imagine was requested by @attorneyl .  Here is the request: 

Hello could I make a request? Hopefully yes haha… Hmm, I was wondering about one where the reader and Dean are together and they are really best friends and he get injured after a hunt (maybe a broken arm. And Cas are out of the radar so he can’t heal him) and the reader fix his car (he had teach her how a time ago) and he gets all happy because of it… Idk just thought of that and I guess it would ended up cute 😊

I’m sorry it took me so long to write it, but I hope you enjoy it!!


You sat with Bobby sipping on a cup of coffee in his dimly lit kitchen.  The two of you always waited on Sam and Dean when they went out on hunts.  Bobby knew you worried about them, especially Dean. Since you were children, the Winchester boys and yourself had been close.  Sam was like a little brother to you and Dean, well Dean was a little more than a friend.  Not only was he your absolute best friend, he just so happened to be your boyfriend as well. When the brothers decided to take on the supernatural together, although you were originally appalled by the idea, you eventually came around.  

The warm liquid you sipped on slid down your throat heating up your insides. A quiet sigh fell from your lips as your eyes reluctantly peeked at the clock on Bobby’s stove.  Bobby sent you a sympathetic look, “Don’t worry kid, those boys have dealt with far worse things.”  You appreciated Bobby’s pathetic attempt at comfort, but it did not work.  Your chest felt tight as you sat waiting anxiously at the table.  You took another sip of coffee trying to calm your nerves when you heard the familiar groan of Bobby’s front door opening.  Immediately, you stood up and raced to the entry way. Sam was standing in the cracked door with an exhausted look painted across his face.  Dirt covered him from head to toe and his clothes were tattered. Your eyes surveyed his body for any injuries, but relaxed when you saw that he didn’t have any. “Thank God,” you began relaxing your shoulders, “I’m so glad you guys are back safe and unscathed.” Sam wrinkled his nose and gave you an uncomfortable look making your body tense again. “What’s going on Sam?” You asked tightly. Sam tilted his head to the side, “Well,” he said as he pushed the door open revealing Dean, “we are safe, but not unscathed.” Dean stood beside Sam with his left arm hung lazily in a sling. Your eyes grew wide, “DEAN!” You shouted before pushing Sam out of the way and examining your broken boyfriend. “What happened!?” You screeched as you tried to gently assess his injury. With his good arm, Dean took your hand in his making you turn to look at him. “I’m fine.” He said placing your hand back to your side, “It’s just a tiny fracture and the doctor said I’d be fine in a couple of weeks.” Worry sat on your face until suddenly anger took over. “Well where the hell is Cas!? He’s an angel, isn’t it his job to keep you safe!? Why couldn’t he just fix you up really quick or something!?” You shouted as you flailed your arms in exasperation. Dodging your swinging arms, Dean chuckled at how animated you were being. “It’s not his fault,” Dean began, “he’s busy which means I can’t reach him. That just means I have to heal like a normal person this time.” An irritated pout hung on your lips as you crossed your arms across your chest. Dean chuckled again before throwing his good arm around your shoulders and pulled you into his chest.  “Come on baby girl,” he said placing a kiss on the top of your head, “let’s get some rest, we’re both tired.” You groaned in response as he led you upstairs to go to sleep.

The next morning, you woke up to an empty bed and the sound of metal hitting metal. You rolled out of bed and tried your best to look presentable.  As you made your way down the stairs the sounds got louder and louder.  When you made it to the living room you saw an irritated Bobby and Sam.  Sam motioned to the door, “He’s been at it all morning.”  You rolled your eyes and walked out to the salvage yard.  When you rounded the corner, you saw Dean under the hood of his Impala trying his best to work with only one arm.  “Son of a bitch,” he said as the tool he was using fell from his grip.  You smirked and leaned against the side of the house watching your boyfriend.  Sweat and grease mixed together on his face before dripping onto his white T-shirt.  His jeans clinging to his hips were decorated with dirt and oil as were his dark boots.  You bit your bottom lip as another slur of expletives fell from Dean’s lips. Placing your hands on your hips, you walked over to your desperate boyfriend.  “You know,” you began catching his attention, “on a normal day I would just sit back and watch you fix Baby, but you seem to be struggling today.” Dean rolled his eyes before wiping his forehead, “I’m not struggling with anything Y/N.”  You raised your eyebrows, “Really?  Because since I’ve been out here you’ve dropped your wrench at least seven times.”  Dean groaned in frustration as he plopped himself onto the bench behind him. “Okay!” He said throwing his hand up, “Maybe my broken arm is a bit of an inconvenience, but…”  You silenced him by putting your hand up and walking over to the car and taking a look. “Carburetor needs to be repaired… again?” You asked sending Dean a questioning look.  Dean, with a surprised expression, nodded, “Yeah, that’s exactly what needs to be done.”  You scoffed as you began to pull your hair out of your face, “Easy,” you said, “I remember you showing me how to do this when we were like eight.  I can have that done in probably two hours.”  Before Dean could argue, you cut him off again, “You sit over there with your ‘inconvenience’ and watch a professional at work.”  Dean chuckled and rolled his eyes again as you grabbed the needed tools and began to work.

Two hours later you hopped in the front seat of the Impala and turned the key in the ignition.  The engine loudly roared to life sending a wide grin to your face.  You jumped out of the car and looked to Dean.  Oil covered your arms down to your fingers and sweat pooled on your forehead.  He eyeballed you from head to toe as he moved closer to you, “Damn baby,” he said with a flirty smirk, “you’re pretty sexy when you’re all covered in sweat and oil.” You giggled and gave him a little shove, “Be quiet Dean, you should be thanking me.”  He pulled you into his chest and kissed your forehead, “Thank you Y/N. Now,” he began making eye contact again, “what do you think about maybe taking Baby out for a test drive?  See how well your work paid off?”  You smiled as you pulled him into a quick kiss, “I think that sounds like a great idea.”  He gave you another kiss before opening your door and allowing you to get in. Once the two of you were in the Impala, Dean started the engine.  He sent you a little grin before peeling out of the salvage yard leaving only a cloud of dirt behind.  

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au for @everythingelsegoesherethen: dean winchester owns the marauders’ map and uses it to make sure he and castiel always ‘accidentally’ meet at strange times.

Since he became a Prefect at the beginning of his fifth year, Castiel Novak has dealt with a lot of troublemakers who clearly just haven’t read the Hogwarts rulebook.

Dean Winchester is not one of these.

Dean Winchester is clever. He knows exactly what he’s doing. He’s read the handbook and

And he never, ever gets caught.

Which is why Castiel is confused when he apprehends Dean for the third time in a month, trying unsuccessfully to get into a secret passage out of the school that Cas /knows he knows exactly how to access. And yet he’s tapping all over the one-eyes witch with his wand, cluelessly trying every combination of “Let me in!” that he can, acting for all the world as though he’s under some kind of Confundus charm.

He turns the light of his wand on Dean, and Dean turns around, doing a very good job of pretending to be startled.

“Dean Winchester?”

“Yeah, that’s me,” the boy grins, blushing and looking down at the floor but not seeming at all upset that he’s just been caught breaking five school rules at once.

“Yes, well, you’re out of bed after lights out, you’re messing with school property and you’re using magic in the corridors.” Cas is a little flustered and he can’t even explain why, but he still manages to tick at least some of the offenses off on his fingers.

“I /am? Oh, man, Cas, I’m so sorry. And I promise you it won’t happen again.” Dean is all mock-apologetic as he claps Cas on the shoulder and starts to walk away down the corridor.

“F-five points from Gryffindor!” Cas calls after him in a shaky voice.

This becomes a recurring problem. The following week, Cas runs into Dean in the restricted section of the library without a note giving him permission to be there. A few days later, he catches Dean in the act when he’s just about to set off a whole box of Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes fireworks. Another time, he finds Dean on the Quidditch pitch after dark when it’s supposed to be locked up, flying loops just to show off. Sometime after that, Cas goes to take a bath in the Prefects’ bathroom at the end of a long day, and he finds the tub already overflowing with bubbles, Dean in a pair of red swimming shorts lazily swimming laps.

And for some reason it’s always harder for Cas to keep his cool around Dean that it is around anyone else. Usually he’ll dole out detentions without even blinking;the whole school respecting his authority, but something about this kid has him barely remembering the name of the red and gold house that he’s supposed to be taking points from. It /irks him, because he was given the Prefect position for a /reason, and he’s supposed to be unbiased and impartial and above such things.

After all this has been going on for a good few months, and Cas is no closer to figuring out what exactly is going on in Dean Winchester’s unfairly pretty head, he finds a piece of parchment on the floor. It’s on his normal patrol route, but not on a main corridor - it’s on one of the back routes that only Cas is responsible for walking down on his shift after lights out. It’s placed right in the middle of the corridor where Cas is guaranteed to see it. Almost as though it was left especially for him.

He picks it up. It looks blank at first, but when he unfolds it, he sees that it’s a map - an incredibly detailed map of the whole of Hogwarts castle, every room drawn, Cas believes, perfectly to scale, labelled in calligraphy, every secret passage and hidden entryway marked. Not only that, but the map is enchanted, constantly moving, staircases twisting their way through the halls in what Cas suspects is real time, and most importantly of all, tiny sets of footprints making their way through the castle halls, each with a name attached to them. Cas spots his own name next to his own footprints, which are still in the exact spot that he’s in.

He takes a step forward, and the footprints move with him.

Most of the spots are clustered in the common rooms and dormitories at this time of night; just a few Prefects and professors wandering up and down the corridors. But Cas has a sneaking suspicion he knows who this map belongs to, and the person doesn’t seem to be in the Gryffindor boys’ dormitories where he should be. Against his will, Cas finds his eyes skating over the map, looking for the potential offender.

Dean Winchester’s spot is pacing the Tallest Astronomy Tower.

Of course, none of this necessarily means that the map /actually corresponds to where people actually are. It could just be an example. Could be everyone is placed randomly and doesn’t move, no matter where they really are.

Which, of course, explains why Cas is already walking purposefully towards the Astronomy tower, taking each set of stairs two at a time, checking the map every few seconds to make sure Dean is still in the same place.

He reaches the door to the tower, and he’s not even completely conscious of why he’s doing it, but he runs a hand through his hair to fluff it up and he straightens his blue and bronze tie before he walks inside.

Dean’s there, as predicted, no longer pacing but standing in the center of the room - waiting for him? The tower is open to the heavens - not like the Great Hall, not like an enchanted version of the sky, but actually open, the summer night stars glinting down and reflecting off of magical lights that have been conjured and left to hover all around the edge of the circular tower room, a light breeze ruffling Cas’ robes as he steps towards Dean, noticing that the usually bare wooden floor is scattered with large, puffy gold and bronze cushions.

Cas holds out the map. “I think this is yours.”

Dean takes it from him, not at all surprised to see Cas there. “Don’t think it’s really anyone’s. Thing kind of has a mind of its own. But yes, I’ve been using it for a while.”

“Tell me something?” Cas asks. “You just admitted this is yours. With this you can see anyone coming at any time, you can always stay one step ahead of any professor or prefect, you never have to get found out by anyone. But you keep letting me catch you. Why?“

"That depends,” Dean says with a smirk. “Why’d you bring the map back instead of handing it into a professor? Seems like it’s a contraband object. Seems like I /should get in trouble.”

Cas opened his mouth to retort to that, but realized he didn’t have anything to say. Why /had he come here? Dean was right, after all. His first instinct, as a Prefect with designs on Head Boy at some point in the future, should have been to turn the object over to a member of staff. His mind shouldn’t even necessarily have jumped to Dean. But it had, and now he was here.

“Alright. That aside, why’d you wait for me? Why’d you pick a specific place, here, that you have /no reason to be and just pace around hoping I’d show up to find you?”

Dean spluttered, but quickly recovered. “Why’d you look for me on the map? Why’d you stare at it for so long that you saw where I was in the first place?”

“Why’d you decorate? The stars, the lights, the cushions? Why’d you set this all up for a special occasion?”

They stared at each other for a while, breathing heavily, waiting for the other one to be the first to break.

Cas cracked, and Dean gave up at the same moment, and then he both of them were lunging towards each other, Dean grabbing Cas by the tie he’d just straightened, pulling it askew, Cas fisting both of his hands in Dean’s robes, both yanking the other towards them, crashing their lips together so hard that it was almost painful when they met, their bodies falling into each other, their teeth clashing and their noses bumping and when they pull apart, they both tumble down onto the pile of cushions they’ve set up and /now Cas understands why they’re there, /now it makes sense because their landing is soft and they can reach for each other again immediately, both of them lying on their sides in the heap of fluffy pillows, kissing each other over and over and over again, each one making their lips tingle. Over time, as they grow used to the feeling, the kisses become slower, softer, more languid, and the hooded eyes when they pull away from each other are less from desire and more from tiredness, and they’re both sure they’d be happy to sleep here.

"So, what? You’ve been risking detention and house points for Gryffindor and your reputation as someone who never gets caught just to… just to get my attention?” Cas asks finally, propping himself up on one elbow.

Dean tugs him back down and kisses him again. “Well, you’re risking your Prefect position right now. But I feel like you always have to risk a little something to get the best things in life.”

And between holding hands on long walks by the lake, between screaming themselves hoarse together at Quidditch matches, between feeding each other Bertie Botts’ Every Flavour Beans while studying in the library, and between many, many more long nights in the Astronomy tower, Cas learns that as frustrating and complicated as he is; Dean is definitely one of the best things in his life.

Meowy Christmas

Summary: You give Cas a kitten for his anniversary and Christmas present, and he gives you something….very different. (MY SUMMARIES SUCK, IM SORRY)

Pairing: Cas x reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: smutty smut, CAS IS SO SILLY AND PRECIOUS, who knew kittens were such cockblocks?

A/N: Honestly had so much fun writing this haha. I hope y'all enjoy it!!

Originally posted by caa-s

This Christmas was going to be a special one.

Not only was it going to be yours and Cas’ first-year anniversary, but you also had one hell of a Christmas present up your sleeve for your sweet angel boyfriend: you got him a kitten.

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You’re Now Mine (P11)


WORDS: 2,028
Author’s Note: I think there are going to only be one to two more parts to this story!


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Both hands

paring; Wincest (S10)
prompt; “Wincest shortly after Dean becoming human (from being a demon) and is still a bit pissed at Sam for curing him”
words; 1.9k
rating; Bit of angst, mentions of sex (no actual sex)
notes; I don’t know why this took me so long i’m sorry,
my next prompt is Serial killers! Winchesters (i haven’t started it yet, shsh)

Prompt from and for @corrupteddean <3 thanks babe:)

It had been a few days after Dean became human again, and to say the very least, he wasn’t taking it that well. Dean had been angry about almost anything and everything. First it was baby, Sam wasn’t sure if Dean was mad about himself treating her like that, or if he was mad about Sam letting him treat her like that.

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deancasholdhands  asked:

Heyyy as for the prompts, I know this is kinda vague but I'd love to read something that's kinda "the one who got away", likr, dean and cas used to be together and happy but aren't anymore (for various heartbreaking reasons) and now it's been years and they're both miserable but then (entirely unexpectedly) meet again and there's a lot of feelings and pain and angst but in the end they get their happily ever after. Please? Thank you so much!❤☀️

A/N: My dear, I’m so sorry this has taken so long but life has been in the way but this has spiralled into an almost 10,000 word fic, so If you’d prefer to read it on AO3 it is here. I hope you like it!

Warnings: Social Anxiety, Arguing, Consideration of Infideilty. Past Lisa/Dean. Dean still sees Ben.

*** mean’s a time jump in the same day.
a line mean’s a time jump across days.

Three Years  

Dean Winchester did not believe in fate, especially when it entailed a less than pleasurable experience. For instance, his car breaking down; which also happened to be his pride and joy.

Dean had only popped into the diner for a moment - leaving his Chevy Impala parked on the street - to pick up his order to go. When he returned he placed the key in the ignition and the car appeared to give a solemn wheeze before falling silent.

“Oh, c'mon!” Dean groaned as he slammed his palm against the steering wheel; he instantly regretted it. “Sorry, baby” he murmured as he ran his fingers gently across the area he had struck; she was getting up there in years and needed a tune every now and again, but she was still loyal.

Dean got out of the car and went to prop the hood open. It was not the need for a repair which irked Dean as he was a mechanic, but rather that his pizza was growing colder by the second.

After fiddling around for a few moments Dean straightened from his hunkered over position and wiped the back of his hand across his brow.

In that minute moment of chance Dean saw someone he knew a long time ago enter the restaurant. Dean’s breath caught and his eyes widened as he stood rigid in a state of shock.

He thought that he would never see Castiel again.

Castiel Novak was the love of his life.

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Winter Morning - 200 Followers Celebration

This is from my 200 Followers Celebration.

Prompt: 20. Describing myself. // “You know that awful song we heard at Walmart the other day? Well, that.”
22. Five favourite songs at the moment. // “Please tell me you hate that song as much as I do.” 
23. Your favourite season, and why. // “Wake up, Elsa! We’re going to build a snow man.” 
26. What’s in your bag/wallet. // “What’s in here? Bricks?”

Characters: Dean x reader, Sam (mentioned), Cas (mentioned).

Word count: 2.719

Warnings: None.

A/N: I got winter feels this morning and couldn’t help but to come up with this. Also, ever since the Dunkirk trailer got released, I’ve been having my directioner feels rising like crazy so I HAD to mention at least a 1D song. I hope you like it, it’s fluffy and cold and ugh, I loved it. Enjoy!

The morning was so cold (Y/N) didn’t want to leave her warm bed. She was nuzzled under the many layers of blankets that Sam had forced her – thankfully – to use, and even taking a hand out to grab her phone and check the hour had given her chills, so she just couldn’t imagine what would happen if she left the bed.

The whole bunker was freezing, and judging by how silent it was, (Y/N) figured neither Winchester had left the bed yet. So she took her time to day dream and rest; because, after all, she deserved it. The past months had been a real pain in the ass and even the boys – who were hunting addicts – had agreed to not go hunting until the holidays had passed.

A few hours passed and everyone was still in bed, so (Y/N) figured it would be okay if she slept a bit more – which she did – and so she was so tired she didn’t even hear when Dean’s heavy boots walked over to her room, or when Dean knocked the door and called her name like three times before opening the door and entering; less to say, when he sat in bed next to her.

Wake up, Elsa! We’re going to build a snowman!” Dean exclaimed jokingly as he shook the girl, trying to wake her up.

(Y/N) groaned and shifted just enough for her to be under the blankets and out of Dean’s grip. The hunter chuckled and got his hands inside the sheets, finding their way to (Y/N) and tickling her until she was wide awake.

“Stoooop!” She begged at the same time she tried not to laugh. Dean stopped tickling her.

“I want you to come with me to get supplies.” He informed and (Y/N) groaned once more.

“We have enough ingredients to eat sandwiches for at least two more weeks, it’s not like we’re hibernating.” She complained.

“Uh-hu, Sam is still asleep and you were asleep two minutes ago.” Dean said, “I don’t know about you, but that looks like human hibernation to me.”

“Human hibernation doesn’t exist, Dean.” (Y/N) complained, still under the sheets.

“I’m just judging by the facts.” Dean beamed, “Although, I have to admit, your bed is pretty warm.” His hands were still under the sheets with (Y/N).

“And that’s exactly why I shouldn’t go out of bed today… Who’s going to keep the fort warm while I’m gone?” Dean laughed.

“C’moooon! I promise I’ll help you re-warming the fort when we come back.” And even though (Y/N) liked the thought, she was too comfortable.

“Why didn’t you wake up Sam?”

“He locked the door and I can’t get in…” Dean mumbled. He was a man-child.

(Y/N) breathed out heavily. “Fine.”


The air was cold as ice. The slightest breath turned into smoke, which was a real entertainer for the couple of kids outside the store, who were pretending to be dragons. (Y/N) couldn’t help but to giggle at their actions, calling their attention.

“Hey, are you a dragon too?” One of them asked. (Y/N) breathed out a lot of air, which turned into smoke immediately. The kids laughed at her actions and mimicked her while Dean stared lovingly.

“I told you it was a good idea to come.” He whispered in her ear.

“Shut up, Winchester.” If it weren’t because Dean had lent her one of his jackets, (Y/N) would be a trembling mess, and even so Dean made sure to keep an arm around her just in case.

“Sir, are you a dragon too?” The same kid asked Dean. The hunter did not only let out a breath but he also made sure to roar at the same time, making the kids laugh loudly.

The hunters laughed a little and, after waving the kids good-bye, they got inside the store.

It was warm and it smelled nice. It was fully decorated with Christmas ornaments, but there was no music playing. Instead, a One Direction song started playing as soon as they set a foot inside the place.

“Ugh.” Dean groaned, “Please tell me you hate that song as much as I do. (Y/N) laughed at him and shook her head.

I told her that I loved her
Was not sure if she heard
The roof was pretty windy
And she didn’t say a word
The party dying downstairs
Had nothing left to do
Just me, her and the moon.

Dean recalled that night he and (Y/N) went out, sat on the hood of the impala and watched the stars in silence, only needing each other’s company, and day dreaming next to the other. Sharing glances every so often, creating an almost telepathic conversation because they wouldn’t say a single word because they didn’t need to – everything could be told just by their eyes. Dean remembered that as the time he told (Y/N) he loved her, but she didn’t really believed it because she hadn’t heard it.

I said you’re on fire babe
Then down came the lightning on me
Love can be frightening for sure.

The song continued as (Y/N) and Dean started filling the cart with all kinds of things they would sure as Hell need for the rest of their break. Dean couldn’t help but to pay attention to the lyrics rather than paying attention to anything else.

(Y/N) asked him to go get Sam’s vegetables while she got her girl stuff and Dean agreed. He was picking the best apples when the song hit him with another line.

If there’s something I learned
From a million mistakes
You’re the one that I want at the end of the day.

And as he listened to the song, Dean’s eyes couldn’t help but to wander all the way to the last spot he had seen (Y/N) at while his mind focused on how cute she looked earlier in the morning, cuddled in bed and with peace drawn out all over her face.

She said the night was over
I said its forever
Twenty minutes later
Wound up in the hospital.

Dean remembered that time, during a werewolf hunt, that (Y/N) thought they had yanked each and every single wolf, not knowing that one of the victims had been bitten. Dean ended up in the hospital, with a huge wound in his abdomen because he had defended (Y/N). He also remembered how (Y/N) spent the night at the hospital, on a chair next to his bed, taking care of him. “Go back to the motel with Sam.” Dean had begged her, but she refused, claiming that she had to make sure her hero didn’t do something reckless again.

The priest thinks it’s the devil
My mum thinks it’s the flu
But girl it’s only you.

He also remembered Castiel’s reaction when he found out about Dean’s massive crush on (Y/N). The Angel had been away for long enough to allow Dean to fall deeply in love with the girl, so when Cas came back he thought Dean was sick. He even tried healing him, but then again he didn’t know how because Dean’s body way healthier than ever.

(Y/N) appeared on sight once more, she left her stuff on the cart and went away once more to get shampoo and other beauty products she needed. Dean never understood why she bought such things; she was natural gorgeous.

When the sun goes down
I know that you and me and everything
Will be alright
And when the city is sleeping
You and I can stay awake and keep on dreaming.

He sighed at the memory of (Y/N) driving shotgun after a hunt while Sam slept on the back seat. Her skin might be covered in mud and blood, but she still looked like a goddess. He remembered the nights driving with her at the front, and the empty highway, and the stars shinning and the moon rising in front of them. He remembered looking at her and noticing how the moonlight made her eyes look even prettier and wanting to take a picture of her just so he could have a physical memory of that. Then (Y/N) would whisper to him about the crazy ideas that popped into her mind, and they were so whimsical and colourful, Dean couldn’t help but to smile.

(Y/N) came back. Dean caught sight of her, walking slowly towards him, with a bunch of different bottles and smiling at him while the song came to an end.

At the end of the day
You’re the one that I want at the end of the day
At the end of the day
You’re the one that I want at the end of the day.

The song played in Dean’s mind for the rest of the shopping trip.

“Dean… Dean…” (Y/N) called over and over again until he came back to reality. “Earth calling Dean, do you copy?”

Dean chuckled. “I copy.”

“Good, can you please help me with this?” She handed him her bag so she could stretch enough to reach the higher shelf and grab the exact bread Sam liked.

What’s in here? Bricks?” Dean joked as he weighted the bag in his hands. “No wonder why you can kick monster’s asses so easily.”

“Oh, shut up!” She giggled, putting the bread in the cart and taking her bag back.

It was the last item on the list, so they headed straight to the counter to pay and then back to the car. The dragon kids were gone, and the change of climate from the store to the outside world was so big, (Y/N) couldn’t help but to start trembling, which led to Dean wrapping his arms around her again.

They reached Baby and put the bags in the upper part of the trunk – over the weapons – as quickly as possible and then jumped back inside.

“It’s so cooold!” She complained, wrapping her arms around herself for Dean couldn’t do it anymore.

“Calm down, we’ll be home in five minutes.” Dean spoke lovingly.

“Back to the fort…” She muttered, “Which must be freezing cold by now!”

Dean giggled. “I promised you I would help you warm it up, and I’m a man of my word.”

“You better.”


They unpacked the bags quickly and then put everything in the kitchen even faster. In less than fifteen minutes they were up in (Y/N)’s room. She absentmindedly took her boots and jackets off while Dean mimicked her. Then she removed her pants and the sweater, leaving her in underwear and a light shirt. She jumped inside the sheets.

“THEY ARE COLD.” She complained with a laugh.

“I’m going.” Dean smiled. He took off his own clothes except for his boxers and the white shirt he was wearing under his flannel. He got carefully in bed with her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

Dean’s heart beat loudly. He was in bed, half naked with (Y/N) in the most innocent way possible, and he couldn’t help but to feel comfortable and even like home. Being cuddled up with her wasn’t precisely feeding his sexual attraction to her but rather his romantic one. He could get used to it.

“You should stay here more often.” (Y/N) mumbled as she nuzzled against Dean’s chest. “You’re a good fort heater.”

Dean laughed. “I’ll stay if that’s what you want.” He said, getting as a response a nod from her.

They fell deeply asleep in just a few minutes. They didn’t wake up except once when they got hungry and went down to get something before going back up to eat in bed; then they went to sleep again.

Dean was so comfortable with her. The way he slept and the way she did made it perfect for the two of them to sleep together. It was like a match made in Heaven. Dean didn’t even get bothered by her hair on his nose, and (Y/N) sure as Hell didn’t mind Dean pulling her closer every time she rolled a little away from him.


The next morning was even colder than the last. (Y/N) and Dean were covered up to their noses by the blankets and had each’s arms wrapped around the other. If it wasn’t for Dean’s phone ringing – a notification from one of the many games he played – they would’ve stayed in asleep for many more hours.

(Y/N) sat in bed, staring at Dean while he set his phone in silence. Afterwards, they hunter looked at her lovingly and lifting an eyebrow, making a silent question.

“Don’t mind me, I’m just surprised.” She said calmly. Her morning voice making Dean’s heart flutter.

“Why are you surprised?” Now it was (Y/N)’s heart the one that skipped a beat. They had heard each other’s morning voices many times, but never so close and directed to only them.

“I woke up next to Dean Winchester… Like you actually spent the night.” She explained with a smirk growing on her face, “I don’t think many girls get to say that.”

“Only you.” Dean winked at her. He stretched his arms lazily, inviting her to go back to him. She did, resting her head over his chest.

“Why, though?” She asked. Her hand had travelled up and was now drawing circles over Dean’s chest.

“How could I leave the fort that I helped heat up?” (Y/N) giggled. Dean couldn’t help but to smile at the feeling of her laughing over his chest, sending vibrations to his body.

“You know what I mean, silly.” She said.

Dean breathed in heavily. His chest went up and so did (Y/N)’s head. The hunter hesitated to find the words; it was now or never. He had kept his feelings for himself – and Cas – for so long… It was time to open up to her, even if she didn’t feel the same about him.

(Y/N) sat up over him, raising an eyebrow. “I… It’s just… You know… hunters and… God… Because um…”

“Dean…” She chuckled, “Just tell me.”

Dean sighed. “You know that awful song we heard at Walmart the other day? Well, that.

“Honey, I don’t know what that song said…” Liar. She knew exactly how the words went, because she was secretly in love with that song.

“Fine…” Dean scrunched his nose, “It’s something along the lines of wanting you… You know… At the end of the day you’re the one that I want.” He tried quoting the song.

“Dean.” She smiled.

“You don’t have to… You know… Say anything, I was just letting you know because you asked and…” Dean looked away, not wanting to let her see how blushed he was.

“Dean.” She repeated.

“Like, it’s only because you asked… I wasn’t going to tell you but uh… You asked and I can’t help but to do anything you say and…”

“Dean.” She insisted.

“What?” He looked at her. His cheeks were flushing red and his green eyes were watery, and not in the sad way.

“I want you too.” She stated calmly, even though a slight blush was reeking through her cheeks.

“You do?” Dean furrowed and she nodded. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t think you liked me too…” She explained shyly. Dean sat up quickly, his face and hers just centimetres away.

“I’m head over heels for you.” He confessed, “How could you not tell?”

“How could you not tell how I drool over you every day?” She asked back.

“Maybe because I was drooling over you too…” Dean chuckled shyly.


“So…” Dean tried to get closer to kiss her, but she pulled away ripping an embarrassed and confused look from Dean.

“Morning breath.” She said, covering her mouth. Dean relaxed and laughed.

“My morning breath is even worse, trust me, I’m an alcoholic.” Dean beamed, “But I promise to ignore yours if you ignore mine.”

“You got a deal, Winchester.” And with that, Dean got closer once more and kissed her slowly.

Lazy morning kisses: The best kind. So slow, sloppy and tender. His hands wrapped around her waist and her hands stroking his messy hair. Her legs around him, the blankets still covering them from the hips to everything under them. The whole winter aura surrounding them as they continued to make endless promises with each peck of their lips.

Yes, Dean could actually get used to it.

Describing myself: ENFP, Choleric, King, Chaotic Good, Ravenclaw, Puckwudgie, My patronus is a Sparrowhawk, House Tyrell.
I’m a tall hobbit, with big brown eyes and very pale skin. My hair is naturally copper, but I’ve dyed it since I’m 14 years old so now it’s some kind of ashy light brown. Pretty much a smart-ass. I’m generally sassy, bossy and I make myself laugh. My sense of humour is pretty dark and punny; it’s a tad bit uncomfortable. Resting Bitch Face. Overly dramatic and theatrical, and a huge eater. 

Five favourite songs at the moment: (not in order)
1. Miss Jackson - Panic! At The Disco.
2. Make me (cry) - Noah Cyrus ft. Labyrinth (Acoustic version).
3. Bloody Messiah - “Lucifer” (yes, that song).
4. This Town - Niall Horan.
5. Pretty Girls - Kaleo.

Your favourite season and why: Fall/Autumn. Because it’s not freezing cold but its also not hot as Hell, and there are still leafs on the trees and HALLOWEEN and every new season starts, and it’s the perfect weather to sit and drink a cup of tea and read a book, or write… I don’t know. It’s heart-warming.

What’s in your bag/wallet: In my bag I usually carry sunglasses, sun-block (I’m a real vampire, I swear), my wallet, phone charger, perfume, medical tape, bobby pins and hair bands, lip gloss, emergency pads, and a whole lot of candies.


*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.



Word Count: 665

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Language

A/N: This is for @ellen-reincarnated1967 ‘s A Gif is Worth A Thousand Words Challenge. I’m sorry this is so crappy, I’m having a horrible time writing lately.

“Hey, Y/N? Can you give me a hand?” Dean walked in to the library, covered in grease and sweat. You looked down at him from your place on the ladder putting away books that Sam left all over the table and licked your lips.

“Absolutely.” You smiled and moved to step down, missing the step and letting out a high-pitched squeal as you fell. Dean moved like lightning, holding his arms out and catching you effortlessly, holding you in his arms while the books you’d been holding and the phone in your pocket clattered to the ground.

“Whoa, sweetheart.” He chuckled and kissed your forehead. “You know for a hunter you aren’t all that graceful.”

“Maybeeeee I fell on purpose so you’d have to catch me.” You shrugged and wiggled your way out of his arms, grabbing your phone off the floor. “I’ll never tell.” You giggled and shoved you phone in your pocket, playfully skipping out of the library and toward the garage.

“That girl…” Dean growled to himself and ran after you.

Sam’s phone rang as he paced around the carnival. He was convinced something supernatural was happening there and left the bunker, bound and determined to prove it. “Y/N?” Sam picked up and heard nothing but static and weird thumping noises. “Y/N/N is everything ok?” He heard Dean’s voice through the static and strained his ears to hear what was happening while he rushed back to his car.

“Bend over further.” Dean instructed and you did as he said, leaning over Baby’s engine with a wrench in your hand.

“You’re sure you trust me to do this?” You questioned. “I’ve never done it with anything this valuable before.” His hand smacked your ass and you squealed in delight, so loud Sam thought you were screaming with pleasure and scrunched his face up, pulling the phone away.

“Y/N? Dean?” Sam yelled into the phone. “What the hell guys hang up the damn phone!”

“You have smaller hands. Mine don’t fit.” Dean laughed. “And I trust you.”

“If you say so.” You beamed and leaned over further, putting the wrench exactly where he’d instructed.

“No, you have to put it all the way in there baby.” He said. “It won’t work if you don’t. And you gotta twist it really hard.”

“Got it.” You grunted, putting all your strength into moving the wrench. “Like that?”

“Just like that.”

“Oh hell no.” Sam threw his phone into the back seat of the car and pulled into the garage, exiting the car and seeing nothing but Dean’s head from the opposite side of the Impala. “Oh, god.” He groaned and shielded his eyes, feeling his way the door. “You guys have no fucking shame do you?”

“What?” Dean and you questioned at the same time.

“You two! Your phone was on Y/N I thought you were in trouble but then I hear Dean and you and some kinky shit!” Sam yelled, fumbling toward the door. “I’m just gonna go inside you two continue whatever you were doing.”

“You mean…fixing the car?” You questioned. Dean could not stop laughing at his little brother’s assumptions.

“Is that what you’re calling it now?” Sam asked.

“Uh, yeah…” Dean laughed. “Sammy, open your eyes.” Dean laughed and shut the hood while Sam peaked through his fingers, seeing you both fully clothed and covered in grease.

“He needed me to help him with a part, you pervert.” You giggled and threw a rag at Sam’s head. My phone fell out of my pocket in the library I must’ve dialed you by accident when I picked it up.”

“Didn’t realize your mind was so dirty, Sammy.” Dean laughed, running a hand down your back and grabbing your ass, making you jump. “But now that you mention it…it wouldn’t be a bad idea to –“ Dean started trailing kisses down your neck while you moaned loudly, grabbing at his hair.

“Nope!” Sam yelled and ran inside, slamming the heavy metal door behind him.

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request for: anon

pairing: Reader x Dean, Reader x TFW

word count: 703

happy fourth everyone :)


Since Cas had never seen fireworks before, Sam and Dean decided the four of you should go and watch them. Normally, you loved teaching Cas new human things, watching the way he tilted his head in curiousity, but not this time.

For years, you had kept your fear of fireworks a secret. You always thought that the Winchesters would make fun of you for it, especially in your line of work. With all the demons and monsters the four of you had hunted together, fireworks seemed like a walk in the park. You, however, would take the monsters and demons over fireworks everyday.

You stepped out of the impala, grabbing the blanket you had brought to sit on and set it up in front of Baby. Sam unpacked the food while Dean unpacked the beer.

“Y/N?” Cas asked, sitting next to you on the blanket. “What is a firework?”

“Gunpowder that explodes into colorful patterns.” You tried to explain.

“How do they get their color?” Cas pressed on.

You let out a breathless laugh. “Not sure, sorry. I failed chemistry.”

Cas nodded, before he tilted his head to the side and continued interrogating you. “Dean said chemistry was between two people. How could you fail that?”

You placed your hand on Castiel’s shoulder. “Sometimes, it’s best not to listen to Dean.”

“Hey, I heard that Y/N!” Dean shouted, closing the trunk and sitting next to you on the blanket.

“She’s not wrong.” Sam shrugged, setting the food up buffet style on Baby’s hood. “You say a lot of stupid things.”

“You’re dumb.” Dean retorted.

Sam rolled his eyes and looked at his watch. “Shut up, Jerk. The fireworks should be starting any minute now.”

Dean moved over, giving Sam some space to sit down on the blanket in front of you. Castiel looked straight ahead. “I cannot see past Sam.”

“No one can.” Dean remarked.

“You have to look up at the sky, Cas.” You told the confused angel.

Cas nodded and looked up into the sky. “I do not see-”

The explosion of the first firework cut Castiel off mid-sentence. His confusion shifted into happiness, and a big, goofy grin stretched across his face.

“What do you think, Cas?” Dean asked.

“They are beautiful. We should come every year.” Castiel exclaimed, not taking his eye’s off of the exploding colors above him.

You bit your lip, trying your best not to whimper in fear and stood up. Apprehensively, you walked to the hood of Baby and pretended to put some food in a plate. One by one, tears fell from your face. You couldn’t remember a time when you had been this scared.

Every year you had managed to come up with an excuse. Whether it was a new case, or the “stomach flu,” Sam and Dean had believed everything you told them. This time, however, you couldn’t say no when Castiel asked you to come himself.

“Hey, Y/N.” You jumped as Dean placed his hand on your back. “Are you okay?”

You turned away from him and wiped the tears off of your face. “Fine.”

Dean gently turned you back to face him, cupping your cheeks and angling your face up. “What’s wrong?”

You shook your head. “It’s dumb.”

“I like dumb things.” Dean gave you a half smile.

With a sigh, you began to tell him everything. “I don’t like fireworks. They’re the one thing that scares me.”

“Fireworks?” Dean repeated.

You nodded, solemnly.

“Why didn’t you say something?” Dean pulled you in for a hug.

“I didn’t want you guys to know.” You admitted. As two more fireworks went off, you wrapped your arms around Dean tighter. He gently began stroking your hair and held you closer to him.

“Don’t worry, Y/N. I’ll protect you.” Dean reassured you.

“Thank you, Dean.” You whispered, happy to have him in your life.

Just barely above a whisper, Dean muttered. “I’ll always protect you, Y/N.”

His grip around you tightened as he began to sing Stairway to Heaven in your ear, attempting to make you forget all about the fireworks going off in the sky. Slowly, you let yourself melt into his hold, finally able to relax.


Previous Parts

Paring: Reader x Crowley (wut), Reader x Dean

Warnings: angst, sad themes, fluff, swearing

Words: 3213

Note: Yay for part 7! I hope you like this part, and I hope I get to write part 8!  There will be some more smuty-ness in the next part if you guys want it. Let me know!

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Meet the Family

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Anonymous Request: “Mary comes back to the bunker (let’s just pretend the lady that shot Sam was never there) and he and the reader are together and they named their daughter after her”

Warnings: mentions of death (that’s it I think, let me know if I missed any)

Word Count: 3122

A/N: First completed request fic. I thought it was going to take me forever to get to this but I got a little excited and wrote it lol hope it’s not too Dean-centric but I love the idea of him being very close with Sam’s gf/wife and since the characters all thought he just DIED their minds were kinda focused on him for a bit


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“And anytime you feel the pain, hey Jude, refrain. Don’t carry the world upon your shoulders, for well you know that it’s a fool who plays it cool by making his world a little colder…” You tried to control your tears as you laid your sleeping 12-month daughter into her crib. You brushed her short strands of brown hair out of her face. She was so innocent and peaceful with no idea what was going on in the world. No idea her favorite uncle that recommended her lullaby to you had just walked to his death.

You would check outside the bunker every hour to look at the sky and when you finally saw it was clear, you knew Dean was gone. 

Your goodbye to him was far too short and as he held Mary in his arms and kissed her head, you saw his stone-face about to break. 

“Dee…” She cooed, her hand smacking Dean in the face. You and Sam gasped at your daughter’s first word and Dean let out a broken chuckle.

“Great timing at learning my name, kiddo,” He smiled. She let out a giggle as she began running her hands all over his face. Dean shut his eyes, trying to savor his last moment with the beautiful niece he knew would never remember him.

“Okay, sweetheart, back to your mama,” He said, handing her to you. You took her and she looked back towards Dean, pointing at him while chanting, “Dee, Dee, Dee, Dee…”

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Haunted Attraction

Word Count: 873

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: None

A/N: This is kind of a College AU I guess. Young!Jensen and Young!Reader Like early 20′s.

Working in haunted houses was one of the best things you’d ever done. You thoroughly enjoyed scaring the shit out of unsuspecting teenagers and making them cry and on occasion, piss or shit their pants. It gave you life. Tonight was the last night the haunted house was open and you were hiding in your usual spot, directly across from another employee. He had the smoke machine running and you were both lying in wait. These were the last few kids of the season and you were determined to make it count.

“You go!” You heard one kid say.

“No, you go!” You heard a different voice whisper and you giggled, looking over at the other guy holding his bloody hatchet. You really hadn’t gotten the opportunity to get to know him. You’d just moved to town and other than taking the job here and standing across from one another every weekend, you’d never actually spoken to one another or seen each other without horror makeup and your costumes. The only thing you could see was that he had the most beautiful green eyes you’d ever seen in your life and he loved this job as much as you did.

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