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Sharing Can’t Be Wrong... - Dean x Reader x Sam (One Shot)

A/N: So, you all wanted this to continue. I left it open as a teaser, and it went over really well. Now, the full thing is here. Who doesn’t want the Winchesters to share them? Hope you all enjoy! As always feedback appreciated!

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Originally posted by thesoullesshunter


Originally posted by sincerelysaraahh

Warnings: Smut. No plot here what so ever. Just sex. Not much editing.

Word Count: Roughly 3500

“Dean?” You looked at him in confusion as he pulled back. Leaving you sitting on the large wooden table near the entrance of the bunker. Lips swollen. Confusion dancing in your darkened eyes.

“You know I love you, right?” His hand rubbed against your thigh, pushing up your skirt further. You’d dressed up a bit for date night.

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“(Y/N) Look, be my Valentine,” Dean Said to you while holding up a fake heart.

“Your are one of a kind Dean”

“Really,” Both of the boys said to you.

"Sure the idiot kind, However, I’ll be your valentine”

The storm happened...

Characters: sister!reader, Dean, Sam, John

Warnings: arguing, angst

Word count: 1703

Summary: After keeping it bottled up for so long, you finally tell the boys and your father, John, about how you feel about him leaving you when you were little.

Life on the road was different to what you grew up knowing. Before you were involved in the supernatural world, you lived in a small village with your mother; it was just you and her in your small house. You had no brothers or sisters, you had an absent father most of your life- that was until he decided he had time for you. When she died, you were forced into the world of evil. You were involved with the monsters and the apocalypse and everything in between. This life, honestly, sucked; but it wasn’t like you had any other choice.

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“Insecurities” Dean x Reader

Words: 1,466

Dean x Reader

Summary: Dean and reader run into her ex at a party.

Warnings: Mention of cheating, swearing, implied smut

 “Zip me up?” I say as I walk into Dean’s room. He looks at me, mouth slightly agape, and nods.

“You look beautiful.” He whispers slightly, taking a hold of my zipper and pulling it up. I smiled at him, blushing.

“You don’t look too bad yourself, Winchester.” I respond, admiring him in his suit. We were on a case tonight- one that required us to go undercover to a party. I wasn’t complaining; I never got to be dressed up, and this was my one excuse to feel like a girl.

I grew up with the Winchester boys. My mom passed away giving birth to me, and my dad Bobby took me in afterwards. He tried to give me the most normal life possible, sending me to regular high school and keeping me away from hunting. Unfortunately, I was a rebel, and anytime my “older brothers” Sam and Dean would come to visit, I’d make them teach me how to hunt. By the time my dad had died, I had just graduated high school and I had nowhere to go. Sam and Dean took me in. They figured that they had taught me enough about hunting in the past that I could join them on the road.

A few years have gone by, and all those years of secret training definitely payed off. I’m a great hunter, maybe even better than the boys. Not that I would ever tell them that.

“Dean, are you ready? We have to go now if we want to make it on time.” Sam came into his room. He slightly smirked when he saw I was in Dean’s room, but it disappeared once he saw that I noticed. Sam has been suspecting something going on between Dean and I since the moment I started living with them, despite it not being true. Dean is my best friend, that’s all. My hot as hell best friend, but that doesn’t change anything.

“Are you ready, (Y/N)?” Dean asks me.

“Let’s go.” I say, nodding. I grab my purse and we make our way out of the bunker. I feel eyes on me as I walk in front of them, and I smile a little bit, knowing that I looked good.

We get to the event fashionably late, and try to make ourselves fit in. Everyone here looked very rich, and they were all beautiful. I held my head a little higher, trying to fit in with the crowd.

“What exactly are we looking for again?” I ask Sam, grabbing a glass of champagne. I down it quickly.

“Cursed object. Necklace. It’s supposed to be upstairs in one of the bedrooms. We need to find a way to get up there.”

“I can go get it. Say I was looking for the bathroom.” I shrugged.

“You’re right. No one’s going to suspect a beautiful girl of anything.” Dean said. I couldn’t tell if he was being serious or not, but at the chance that he was, I felt butterflies in my stomach.

In case my plan of looking for the bathroom failed, I grabbed another glass of champagne to take with me, so I could just act like a drunk lost girl if needed. I walk up the stairs, making an effort to blend in with the crowd so no one thought anything of it.

I find the necklace with ease (It was the ugliest thing I have ever seen- I don’t know why anyone would wear such a thing), and tuck it into my purse. As I walk out of the room, I hear a girl giggling down the hallway. I turn my head and see a beautiful blonde girl stumbling out of another bedroom, with a man following behind her. I take a closer look, and see… Josh?

Josh was my boyfriend all throughout high school. My first love, and also my first heartbreak. He cheated on me. I haven’t seen him since I graduated, and that was ten years ago. Desperate to avoid an awkward “How have you been?” talk, I turn around and try to walk away.

“(Y/N)”? Josh exclaims.

Shit. I turn around slowly and try to look excited to see him.

“Wow, Josh, hi!” I say. He leans over for a hug, but I don’t hug him back. “So, who’s this?” I ask, not really caring but trying to be polite.

“This is…” He trails off. “What’s your name again, sweetie?” He asks the blonde chick. My mouth drops open. She looks very offended, and slaps him. He rubs his jaw as she stomps downstairs.

“Well, I guess it doesn’t matter now, does it?” He laughs.

As he keeps rambling on about shit I couldn’t care less about, I pull out my phone and text Dean.

SOS. Need you up here now.

I put my phone away and pretend like I just heard anything that he just told me. I hear someone running up the stairs and I pray that it’s Dean.

Prayer answered. Dean appears in sight, looking around for me, ready to pull out his gun.

“Dean, baby.” I walk up to him, kissing his cheek. He looks intensely confused, but goes along with it.

“Josh, I’d like you to meet my boyfriend, Dean.” I smile, wrapping my hand in his and standing as close as possible.

“Uh, hi.” Dean says, reaching to shake his hand. He looks down on me, a look of “what the fuck is going on”, but I don’t say anything.

“Say, (Y/N)…  Isn’t he a little… Old for you?” Josh says, with a disgusted look on his face.

“Excuse me?” Dean scoffs, offended. “I’m only 38.”

“You’re a whole ten years younger than him. He rich or something?” Josh laughs, judgement echoing through his voice.

“No, I’m actually with him because he’s amazing in bed. Oh, man, that dick is-“ I start, but Dean cuts me off.

“Okay,” Dean says, letting out a breath that sounds like he’s been holding in for a long time. “(Y/N), let me talk to this guy for a moment.”

You listen to him, and walk to the other side of the hallway. You see Sam at the bottom of the stairs, and he gives you a look of confusion. I tell him to give you a minute. I try and hear what Dean is telling Josh, but I can only make out a few words. Judging by the look on Josh’s face- I don’t guess it’s good.

“We’re done here.” Dean growls, walking over to you. Josh stares at you guys, eyes wide and terrified. As if to prove a point, Dean grabs my ass as we walk away, making sure he sees it.

The car ride back to the bunker is silent. Sam tried to talk a few times, but Dean would him to shut up before he could even get a second word out.

Sam and Dean went straight to their individual rooms once we got there. Sam was annoyed at Dean for him being an asshole the whole way home, but I couldn’t figure out why Dean was still so pissed. I can talk to him about it in the morning.

I changed into my pajamas and laid down in bed, turning on the TV. Right as I got into my show, I hear a knock on my door.

“Come in,” I say. Dean walks in, wearing only pajama shorts and no shirt. I can’t help but admire how attractive his body is.

“Can we talk?”

“Sure.” I turn off the tv, giving him my full attention.

“Am I old?” He frowns, sitting on my bed. I look at him, in shock he would even ask that.

“Not at all. Look if this is about what Josh said, he’s just an asshole, don’t take it to heart.”

“It’s not just that. I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately. I can’t get away with saying I’m in my twenties anymore to chicks.” He laughs, running his fingers through his hair.

“You don’t need to lie about your age, Dean. You’re fuckable regardless. Look at you, you’re like-“ I stopped myself. I go quiet. I have no idea why I even just said that. Must be the champagne.

I avoid looking at him. I basically just told him I want to have sex with him.

“(Y/N), look at me.” He says softly. I look up at him, and he leans in. I can’t even begin to process what was happening until he was on top of me and we were making out.

“Fuck, (Y/N), you have no idea how long I have been wanting to do that.” Dean says, pausing.

“I never said I wanted you to stop.”.

Well, let’s just say, I was right- he is amazing in bed.

Originally posted by undercoverrockstarjensen

The Arrangement (Part 6)

Summary: Jess informs you about Dean’s past, and Sam teases Dean. After dinner, Dean brings you home to find someone unexpected waiting for you, and helps you deal with it.

Pairing: AU!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,800

Warnings: language, sexual tension/references, a mild panic attack, mentions of breakups

A/N: Part 6 because I have homework I don’t want to do. Hope you guys like it!

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(POSSIBLE TRIGGER WARNING- Suicidal topic)

(Sam’s pov)

I sit back in my chair, lightly tapping my chin in thought as my eyes ran over the article I had pulled up on my laptop. We were struggling to find anything that lead to an actual case. I’d been scrolling through what seemed to be an endless collection of this weeks newspapers. 
Dean had gone out to collect supplies and it was up to me and Y/N to find a case. Only, I was getting worried about my girl. She was getting worse. 
I knew she was strong and she had a good way of acting as though everything was fine. But I can tell when it’s bad. And it was currently bad.
It was now 11am and I hadn’t heard her moving around yet.

Concerned, I close the laptop and head towards her room. I knock and wait. No one answered, I didn’t get her usual mumble and something told me she wasn’t wearing headphones. 
“Y/N?” I spoke softly, turning the doorknob.
As the door creaked open my eyes fell upon her. She was slumped against the wall, head in her hands as she cradles herself. She didn’t bother looking up.
“Y/N…” My heart broke to see my baby girl like this. She was so so strong and brave. Why couldn’t she see this?

I rush over to her and sit down next to her. She looks up, her eyes tired and on the verge of tears. “Dad.” She whispers, her voice breaking.
“Hey sweetheart.” I manage.
“It’s getting bad again.” She said, looking up at me. Her expression was lost and vulnerable. I felt an ache as I tried to understand what she was going through.

 “Come here.” I whisper softly, cradling her in my arms. Y/N leaned into my embrace, closing her eyes and holding onto me like I was her life source. I held my arms wrapped around her as I brought her into my chest.
I remember finding out when I had a daughter. I was so scared I’d be an awful father and scared she wouldn’t like me. I had no idea how to be a parent. But Y/N is the best gift I ever had. She’s everything she thinks she isn’t. 

“It’s okay, I’ve got you sweetheart.” I assure her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head and tightening my grip around her. She sniffed, her body shaking slightly from her silent tears.
“I love you…so much.” I smile sadly through my own tears, my hand gently stroking her hair. The hunt could wait, because right now my daughter needed me. 


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Family

Characters: Reader (Y/N), Dean, Sam

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Pregnancy.

Word count: 1732

Prompt: What if Dean wishes to start a family? 

Beta: @whispersandwhiskerburn She is frigin’ awesome! A hugeee thanks to her for betaing this shit. :P

A/N: This is for @curliesallovertheplace‘s 1000 followers’ “ Curlies Celebration Challenge” I hope you guys like it. I tried my best! :) Feedback is appreciated! :) 

You had not been feeling well for several days; you had thrown up several times in the last week, but you were sure it was just some kind of food poisoning.

However, today, the realization hit you that you were late for your period, something that had never happened to you before.

This couldn’t be what you were thinking. To be fair, you weren’t really regular with protection, but you were on your pills, so you couldn’t be…pregnant.

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Sam: I’ve never heard of a whatever-it’s-called. How do we kill it?

Y/N: well, first of all we need to use a grenade launcher.

Dean: we need to what? A what? A grenade launcher?

Sam: Dean…

Dean: IM GONNA GET TO USE THE GRENADE LAUNCHER!

“Once More” Dean x Reader

Words: 2,058 (I may have gotten a little carried away)

Dean x Reader

Summary: Reader is Castiel’s daughter and is sneaking around with Dean.

Warnings:SMUT!!, daddy kink

Originally posted by winsmut


Being Jimmy’s oldest daughter wasn’t easy. I had to accept at a young age that I would never see my father again, but in his place was this… Being. Castiel. At first he scared me, and I refused to be around him. “You’re not my dad…” I remember telling him the first time I met him. But as I continued to get older, I started to value him more, and I consider him to be my father now.

Today, I’m in college, still living with Jody. Even though Alex and Claire might not appreciate her, I do. After my little sister and I were left with no one, she was nice enough to let the two of us stay with her. Even now, when she’s technically not responsible for me anymore since I’m almost twenty-two, she lets me stay here instead of forcing me to live in a dorm. I will be eternally grateful, and Claire’s actions just pissed me off sometimes.

“Y/N, dinner time! And while you’re up there, tell Claire to get out of her room and join us!” Jody yelled from the kitchen downstairs. I picked my head up from my lore book, marking my place and setting it down gently on my bed. The one, and probably only, thing that my sister and I did have in common was our eagerness to hunt. Even then, that’s a long shot. She’s irresponsible, and half the time she’s wrong. I’m surprised she’s not in jail yet, even with Jody being the sheriff.

I close my door on my way out of my room, and pop my head into Claire’s room.

“Time to eat.” I tell her, watching her writing in a notebook.

“I’m busy.”

“And I don’t care. Come downstairs.” I roll my eyes. She huffs and rolls her eyes, but ultimately gets up and following me to the kitchen. God, her food smells so good.

“Where’s Alex?” I ask.

“Out with friends, I guess. She was vague on details.” Jodi tells me, setting my plate on lasagna on the table.

“She’s probably out having sex with that new boyfriend of hers.” Claire snickered.

“Her boyfriend’s an asshole, I don’t know why she’s with him.” I respond.

“Oh, you’re one to talk. You’re the one who screws-“ She started, but cut herself off when she realized she was going too far. A look of panic crosses my face, and Jody looks at me quizzically. Thankfully, she doesn’t push it any further.

“Hey, Y/N, I was going to tell you earlier but I forgot. Dean called me earlier, said they need extra help on a hunting trip.  Asked if you wanted to go along.”

“What? Of course I want to!” I practically yelled.

“I figured. They’ll be here tomorrow morning. After dinner, go pack.”  

“That’s so not fair!” Claire whined. “They never invite me to go hunting with them.”

“I’m older than you, and quite frankly, a better hunter. So, quit.” I say, trying to stop the conversation before it happened. She has no filter.

I finish my dinner quickly, and excuse myself to my room to pack, only thinking about Dean. There had always been chemistry between the two of us, but he didn’t ever act on it until about a year ago. There was a case in the next town over, so Sam and Dean stayed at our house. One night, we were drinking a little, one thing led to another and we slept together.

We both felt extremely guilty about it. Not only was I only 20 years old, meaning he’s almost double my age, but because I’m his best friend’s daughter. Castiel cared about me and treated me like a daughter to the best of his ability, and if he found out that Dean had just screwed his daughter silly… I didn’t even want to think about it.

For a while, we avoided each other. When we did see each other after that, we never talked about that night. It was strictly business, or him asking how I have been. But I could see the way he looked at me. I could feel his staring at me when he doesn’t think I notice. I see the way he always seems to want to tell me something, but never does.

Claire noticed, too. “What’s going on between you and Dean? He’s looks at you like a man looks at his fiancé on their wedding day.” She finally asked one day, as we were sitting in her room together watching TV.

I made the mistake of hesitating to answer. She threatened to tell Jody, or worse, Castiel, if I didn’t tell her what happened. She promised not to tell anybody, but oh man, did she hold that over my head anytime she wanted something.

The second time we did it, it was in his impala. Castiel had called me, asking if I could accompany him in a hunt. I obliged, thinking it would only be us two. I showed up and got the surprise of my life when I saw the boys there, too. I don’t remember exactly how we ended up together in the car, but there had been so much sexual tension between us, going unspoken. We just started ripping each other’s clothes off, and had some really great sex in the backseat.

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Ever since then, Dean and I had been finding every excuse to be together. The hard part was keeping it a secret and making sure no one was suspicious.

I finish packing, excited to see him tomorrow. I shouldn’t be this excited. He doesn’t want a relationship, I know that. I know it’s strictly sex. But a part of me wants more. I want to be able to call Dean my boyfriend, to able to not sneak around with him. I want to be able to tell him how much I love him, to feel happy with him. To have that “apple pie life.” But I know he couldn’t give me that even if he wanted to. His life was too fucked up for that. He was too fucked up for that.

I sigh, climbing into bed, and try to shut out my feelings.

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“Rise and shine, Y/N.” I hear a man’s voicing saying from the doorway, a voice I immediately recognize. I groan, pulling the covers over my face.

“God, Dean, what time is it?” I croak out.

“Early. We gotta get out of here now if we want to be there by tonight.” He says, pulling the covers off my bed. I glare at him, looking at the clock on my nightstand.

“It’s four a.m. I want sleep.”

“Sleep in the car. You already know its comfortable back there.” He smirks, making me throw a pillow at him.

“I’ll be there in five minutes.”

I hurriedly get myself somewhat presentable, brushing my hair and teeth, and changing into regular clothes before grabbing my backpack and walking out the door. I walk past Claire’s room on the way, stopping and hugging her before I leave. I do this every time I leave for a hunt. I never know what could happen, and regardless of how annoyed she gets me, I love her.

I get to the impala, and notice that Sam isn’t there. I look at Dean, confused, but get into the passenger side of the car.

“Where’s Sam?”

“He’s meeting us there.” Dean replies, pulling out of the driveway and taking off. I felt my phone buzz, and see a text from Claire.

‘Should I start sucking Sam’s dick so I can get invited on hunts, too?’

I ignore the text, shutting it off and putting it in my bag. I don’t get to see Dean often- I’m not letting her ruin it.

The road trip was quiet and uneventful. I slept almost the entire time, and when I wasn’t sleeping, I was reading, which made Dean laugh.

“Maybe you should be with Sammy instead, you nerd.” He would joke. Every few minutes, he would look over at me and smile, not thinking that I could see him.

Before I knew it, it was already almost ten at night and we still had another three hours left of driving. I thought that Dean would just keep driving it, seeing that it was only three hours and he did this for a living, but after a few minutes he pulls into some sketchy looking motel.

“Motel, huh?” I tease.

“Shut up,” He laughs. He goes inside to get a room key while I start getting stuff out of the impala. I giggle slightly when I see that he still has my socks sitting in the floor board of his car. When we had sex in his car that one time, I accidentally left my socks after I left. He tried to return them to me, but I told him to keep them as a good luck charm, completely joking. But he never got rid of them.

It’s something stupid to be all giggly about.

“Room six.” Dean comes up to me, helping grab stuff. I lay down on the bed, enjoying the feeling of comfort after a long day of being cooped up in a car.

“You comfortable?” He looks at me, smiling.

“I am, but I need a shower. I’m just trying to gather the energy to get up and walk there.” I groan, not wanting to have to get up. Dean chuckled, and walked over to the bed, picking me up like I was a feather.

“You’re light.” He comments.

“You’re just strong.” I tell him, and he sets me down in front of the bathroom. “You know, I might need help taking my clothes off, too.”

“I’m happy to help.” His eyes sparkle, his face filling with lust. He leans in, slowly kissing me at first. I pick up the pace, opening the door to the bathroom and taking us both in there. Dean slams the door shut, and hurriedly takes my shirt off, not breaking the kiss. His hands roam all over my back, until finally unhooking my bra and taking my breasts into his mouth. I moan at the sensation, leaning against the wall in delight. He stops to take off his clothes, and I begin taking off my jeans and thong.

“Y/N, you’re beautiful. I don’t know how I got you.” Dean says, turning on the shower.

“I could say the same to you, daddy.”

His eyes got darker. He pulls me hungrily into him, kissing me hard and pumping two fingers in and out of my clit, making me moan. We step into the shower, both of us almost gasping at how good the warm water felt.

“What do you want, babygirl?”

“I want you to fuck me, daddy. Fuck me hard.” I beg. He enters me slowly from behind before going at it hard and fast.

“Fuck, Y/N” Dean hisses, hearing me moan like that was driving him over the edge. I knew he had a slight daddy kink, but not like this.

“Oh, yes, daddy, I’m close.” I barely get out, panting. He speeds up, his breath ragged at well.

“Y/N?” I hear a voice outside of shower. I jumped away from Dean.

“Hello?” The same voice says again.

Oh. My. God.

My face drops as I recognize the voice. I poke my head out of the shower just to make sure.

“Uh, hi, Castiel.” I say guilty, hiding my body behind the curtain. Dean stays silent.

“I heard you calling out for your dad. Are you ok?”

“I’m, uh, I’m fine. Sorry. You can leave now.” I choke out. I don’t think he knows Dean is in here.

“Are you sure? I can stay-“

“Castiel, I am in the shower. Please leave.” I rush him. He looks at me oddly, but eventually poofs out of the room.

“Shit, that was close.” I let out a breath.

“I can’t believe he actually did that, oh my GOD. That’s hilarious.” Dean is cracking up.

“You wouldn’t be laughing so hard if he had actually caught us.” I shot at him.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re right. But he didn’t, that’s all that matters.” He pulls me towards him, kissing me. 

“So, should we continue? This is our only night alone together, you know.” Dean makes a good point. 

“Definitely.” 

Originally posted by justjensenanddean

The Arrangement Masterlist

Summary: in an AU where the Winchester family owns a multi-million dollar company, Dean’s in a bit of a pinch. Grandpa Samuel is threatening to cut him off if he doesn’t straighten out and stop getting into trouble. Instead of taking some responsibility, Dean comes up with an ingenious plan: find someone to pretend to be his girlfriend. You and Dean have never gotten along, but a fake relationship seems to be beneficial to you both… 

Part 1

Part 2 -  Sam disapproves of your little arrangement, and you and Dean have you ‘first date’

Part 3 -  Dean reflects on your first date, and makes plans. The second date goes a little better, and Dean finds out how good your acting skills really are.

Part 4 -  You spend the night at Dean’s place

Part 5 -  Dean struggles to deal with the rest of the morning, and then gets an unexpected call. The two of you go on a double date with Sam and Jess.

Part 6 -   Jess informs you about Dean’s past, and Sam teases Dean. After dinner, Dean brings you home to find someone unexpected waiting for you, and helps you deal with it.

Part 7 coming soon

No Matter Where You Are - Part 1

Summary: You have spent years with Sam and Dean. Recently, Sam has ended the trials and you are ready to go out on a hunt when Cas needs help with the angels.This whole series is based of my new obsession with this SONG

Characters: Reader, Sam, Dean, Cas

Pairings: Dean X Reader (Eventually)

Word Count: 3200

Warnings:  Language, angst

A/N: I turned out two fics in two days, Whaaat? Thank you guys so much for reading. I’m really excited for this series…All the angst.

This takes place between where Sam gets rid of Gadreel and Dean has the MoC.

Tags are at the bottom. If you would like to be put on my Forever Fic Tag List, please let me know!

Originally posted by superuunatural

Reader’s POV:

“Ahhh!” You squeal as a hand grabs you from out of the shadows, barely able to process it half asleep, glass of water you had just trudged to the kitchen for falling from your hand. Lashing out, you go to punch but are deflected, met with hysterical laughter as your heart pounds in your chest, “Goddammit Dean!”

“You should have seen your face.” His laugh booms off the stone walls, tears coming from the corners of his eyes, not even trying to compose himself.

You smack his shoulder, annoyed by the eldest Winchester’s shenanigans, “What the hell did you do that for?”

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Political Animals-Part 4

This is an A/B/O AU.  You are the Omega artist daughter of Naomi Novak, a world-class heart surgeon who is running  for Mayor of New York City.  After a meeting where your mother’s advisors call you a “liability”, she tells you that if you don’t do as your told she will cut you off.  You storm out and wind up in a bar a few blocks away.

The hottest Alpha you have EVER laid eyes on with a scent so mouthwatering you’re practically drooling offers to buy you a drink.  It’s just a drink, right? What do you have to lose? Only everything.

Characters: Omega! Reader, Beta! Naomi Novak, Alpha! Castiel Novak, Omega! Meg Novak, Claire Novak, Jimmy Novak, Alpha! Sam Winchester, Beta! Dean Winchester, Alpha! John Winchester, Omega! Jo Harvelle

Big thanks to @moansmisha  for letting me use some of her ideas from this post

Part 1 (all parts are linked)

I didn’t hear a single word of the debate.  Not one damn word.  I hope no one asks me anything about it.  Every time I sneak a glance over at Sam he is looking at me, and he looks pissed.  I know there is nothing aside from my actual death that will get me out of the reception afterwards.  I am so screwed.

Finally the torture ends and we are able to leave.  The reception is being held at a hotel down the street.  A staff member ushered my mother, Cas, Meg and I into a waiting car.

“I think that went really well, Mom.” Cas said.  “What do you think, Y/N?”

“I…..um…..” I stammered.

“She has no idea, because she didn’t pay attention to any of it, did you?” My mother snapped.

“Mom……” Cas said in a warning tone.

I sat up straighter.  “Look, you wanted me here, so I’m here. And your still not happy.”

My mother gave me an appraising glance.  “You could’ve at least pretended to listen.”

“Can we please just try and get along for one night?” Meg said softly, ever the peacemaker.

I didn’t say another word for the rest of the drive.

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Not What It Used To Be

Title: Not What It Used To Be

Pairings: Dean x Reader, Sam

Summary: Dean is Reader’s ex-boyfriend and when they meet again after two years, Reader is different, she’s a werewolf, but Dean and Sam don’t know.

Word count: 2 552

Warnings: Smut, a bit of rough sex, some talk about suicide

You were inside a bar and sat up at the bar and in front of you; you had four empty tequila glasses. You couldn’t get drunk, not since you were bitten by a werewolf two years ago, but it didn’t stop you from trying.

“Two more Tequila’s.” you said to the bartender. He nodded and poured two to you and then he put them on the bar in front of you. You swallowed them down quickly but didn’t feel anything. “Well this sucks.” you said quietly to yourself. You decided that it was time to go, but just when you had turned around and was about to get up from the chair Sam and Dean entered the bar. You quickly turned around and listened with your super hearing.

“Let’s take a booth.” Dean said. It was two years since you left your boyfriend Dean that you still loved. You left them without saying anything; you couldn’t say you were a werewolf, so you just left.

“I’ll order.” Sam said, and shortly he arrived at the bar. You turned the other way and pulled the hood over your head so that he wouldn’t see you. “Hey.” He said to the bartender. “Two beers.” When he got the beers, he went back to the booth where Dean waited.

“Thanks.” Dean said when he got his beer. “Well, that case was easy.”

“Yeah.” Sam agreed, and took a sip of his beer. They talked about everything and you just sat and listen for nearly an hour, you finally decided that you had to leave the bar, without them noticing that you were here. You rose from the chair and started walking toward the exit when the bartender shouted, “Miss, you forgot your wallet.” you could feel Sam and Dean’s gaze on you. You turned around and went back to the bar, but they couldn’t see who you were because you had the hood over your head, but that didn’t help. They recognized your walking.

“Thanks.” you said and took your wallet.

“That looks like Y/N.” you heard Dean say.

“Yeah, it does.” Sam said. Now you got panic, they couldn’t know it was you, how could they know just because the way you walked, so you ran to the door while the shouted after you. You heard they got up and came after you. When you came out of the building you quickly hid behind the corner of the building.

“Where the hell did she go?” Dean asked and looked at Sam.

“I have no idea, maybe she’s over there.” Sam said and they came walking to the corner where you were standing. Before they arrived, you started to run.

“Y/N, we know it’s you, stop.” Dean shouted, but you didn’t stop. It was a very high fence right in front of you, and they wouldn’t be able to get over, but you could. When you arrived, you jumped up a little bit and then you climbed up and jumped down on the other side. The hood of your sweater went down and they saw your face.

“Y/N.” Dean said, and looked you in the eye. “It’s you.”

“I’m sorry.” you said and turned and ran from there.

“No, wait.” He screamed, but you just ran.

When you got home, you opened the fridge right away and took out a jar containing a heart. It wasn’t a human heart, you just ate animal hearts, you were not a vicious werewolf.

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“I can’t believe it was her.” he said and looked at Sam.

“Me neither.”

“Sam, we can’t leave, we have to find her, I have to find her.”

“We’ll find her, Dean.” Sam said and put a hand on his shoulder.

When they got back to the motel they just sat on their beds and just stared at the wall across the room. Dean couldn’t believe it was Y/N. When she left they looked for her for a year without success, after that they gave up because they knew that if they couldn’t find her in a year they wouldn’t find her.

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Two days had passed and you kept an eye on Sam and Dean, although it was stupid to do, when you didn’t want them to find you. They were finished with the case they were here for, but they stayed to look for you, but you definitely didn’t make it easy for them. You stood behind a tree outside their motel room and listened to their conversation.

“There’s nothing about her, she’s good at hiding.” Sam said.

“Damn it.” Dean said with irritated voice.

All you wanted was to go in to the motel room because you still loved him, but you couldn’t do it.

After a while they left the motel and walked on the sidewalk next to a large forest that was across the street from the motel when they suddenly saw something moving among the trees. They took out their guns and walked into the woods and

You walked behind the trees to follow them. They went deep into the forest and you could hear something in the bushes, but you couldn’t say what it was. Suddenly they were surrounded by a dozen of vampires.

“Damn it.” Sam said. They lowered their guns because they knew they wouldn’t work. Another thing about you was that you weren’t like other werewolves. Vampires were afraid of you, because apparently your bite was deadly, but other werewolves bite wasn’t. You learned it when you bit a vampire that would drink a little girl’s blood, after the bite you gave him, he got sick, and before the day was over, he died and there was no cure, that he could find anyway.

“The Winchester’s.” the leader of the vampires said. “You have really gotten yourselves into a big mess right now.” They got ready to fight and just when the vampires would attack, you ran out from hiding behind the tree.

“Stop.” you screamed and ran in between the vampires and Sam and Dean.

“Y/N.” Dean said behind you when you were standing with your face to the vampires. You went up to the leader and looked him straight in the eyes.

“You do not want to do this.”

“But I do.”

“If you don’t leave I’ll bite all of you, and you know how that ends.” you growled. Your werewolf teeth’s was out and your eyes lit yellow. They disappeared quickly from here.

“Y/N.” Sam said. “Look at us.” you turned and their eyes got big when they saw your face. When you saw Dean’s face and he looked disappointed, you began to run away.

“No, please.” He said. “Please don’t go.” You stopped and turned around to look at them again.

“I’m a monster, and you kill monsters.” you said, and your face turned back to human again.

“Y/N, please don’t leave again, please.” Dean said. You gave them the address to your apartment and then you disappeared from the forest, leaving them there.

A couple of hours later, you heard the car park outside the apartment house, so you opened the door so that it stood ajar. When they reached the door, it took a while before they opened and came in.

“Hello.” They shouted both at once.

“I’m in the kitchen.” you replied, and after a while, they came out to the kitchen. You stood with your back against them and made coffee and then you felt the smell of the guns they had in their pants. “Are you going to kill me?”

“No.” Dean said.

“Then why do you have your guns?“ you asked as you turned around.

"We’re just being cautious.” Sam said. “Would it be easier if we put them on the counter?”

“Yes it would.”

“Okay.” They said and put the guns on the counter.

“Take a seat.” you said, and they sat on each side of the table. You poured coffee for you and gave them their cups, while you stood and leaned against the counter with your coffee cup in your hand.

“Are you not going to sit?” Dean’s eyes met yours.

“No, I’ll stand.”

“When did this happen?” Dean asked.

“Before I left you. It happened when we hunted those werewolves, one bit me.”

“Is that the reason you left?” Sam asked.

“Yes it is.” you replied. “I’m not like other werewolves, I just don’t turn when its full moon, I can turn whenever I want to and werewolves are not supposed to do that.”

“You can turn whenever you want?”

“Yeah.” you said and looked at Dean. While they took everything you said in, that you were a different werewolf who could kill vampires with your bite, it was completely quiet. It was quiet for almost twenty minutes before Dean broke the silence.

“I looked for you for a year, we looked for you.” you looked down at the floor and felt so shitty.

“I’m really sorry, but I couldn’t stay, not like this, if it helps, I never stopped loving you” when those words left your mouth Dean looked you in the eyes.

“I never stopped loving you either.”

"I’m sorry, but I have to ask.” Sam began. “Have you ever eaten a human heart?” They both looked at you.

“No, never.”

“You’ve never been tempted to?”

“I didn’t say that. It was very hard in the beginning, so I stayed inside as much as I could. But it’s much easier now. ”

“What do you eat then?” Dean asked.

“Animal hearts.” you said and drank the last sip of your coffee. You put the cup on the counter and then went and took a seat on the chair that stood on the edge of the table. “You have no idea how afraid I was that I would hurt someone, or how many times I wanted to end everything.”

“You wanted to die?” Dean looked at you with sad eyes.

“This is not really the life that I wanted, or thought I would have. I found myself countless of times sitting in that couch with a gun in my hand, but I couldn’t do it. "you said and turned around and looked at the sofa.

"I just wish you wouldn’t have left us.”

“So if I had told you back then, what would you have done?” you asked and looked at them both.

“I don’t know, this is a complicated thing.” Sam said and you nodded.

“Well, what do you want to do now?”

“Well, you haven’t hurt anyone.” Sam began and Dean continued. “So nothing’s going to happen.”

“So you’re going to let me live.”

“Of course we are, we know you.” Dean said.

“Yeah, but I’m still a monster.”

“You’re not like others.” Dean said and put a hand on your thigh. You looked into his eyes and it was as much love there as before you left him.

“I should go, let you have some time alone. I’ll see you back at the motel.” Sam said. He took his gun from the counter, said goodbye and left your apartment.

You got up from the chair and Dean did the same. He stared at you and suddenly he backed you up against the wall and locked eyes with you.

“God I still love you.” He whispered and pressed his lips against yours in a slow kiss.

“Dean.” you said and pushed him off a little.

“What?”

“You don’t want this.” you said.

“Yes I do, because I love you.”

“I might hurt you, I haven’t …” He interrupted you by putting a finger to your lips.

“You don’t need to be afraid of hurting me.”

“Dean I’m not like I used to be, I’ll have more strength now, I might be too rough"

“If you’re too rough I’ll tell you.” With those words, he pressed his lips against yours again. He grabbed at the bottom of your shirt and pulled it over your head. When he had thrown it on the floor, you took hold of his flannel shirt and pulled it up so the buttons flew off.

“Your eyes.” He said and put his hand on your cheek. “They’re yellow.” you looked down at the floor and felt ashamed. “No, they’re beautiful.” you looked up again and he had a smile on his face.

“You really think so?”

“Yes I do.” after those words he connected your lips again.

He undid your bra and pulled it off, after that garment after garment disappeared until you both stood there naked and kissed. You got tired of that everything went so slowly, so you pushed him away from you and shoved him back against the wall.

“You weren’t kidding, you are rougher, and it’s sexy as hell.” He smiled and grabbed your hands and pulled you away towards the kitchen island. He turned you so you were standing with your back to him and suddenly he pushed into you without warning.

“Ahh.” you groaned. He pushed you forward so that you were lying with the upper body on the kitchen island as he sped up the speed. “Omg Dean… HARDER.” you moaned with high voice, and he went harder.

Suddenly he pulled out of you, turned you around and shoved back into you. He lifted you up and you wrapped your legs around him and he carried you into the bedroom. He got on his knees on the bed and slowly lay down while you still had your legs around his waist.

He started pumping in and out of you and you couldn’t stop moaning and neither could he.

“Y/N.” he groaned.  “I love you.”

“I love you too”

You rolled around so you were on top. You raised your hips up and down his hard cock and he placed his hands on your hips. You could feel how close your orgasm was and suddenly a growl left your mouth and he looked up at you.

“Your teeth’s.” he said, and you knew your werewolf teeth’s was out and that your eyes was yellow, but you didn’t care.

“Dean.” you growled and moaned as the orgasm washed over you and you came hard on him and he came soon after you, soothing rope after rope of seed into you. When the orgasm was over you fell down on top of him. You could feel your werewolf teeth’s withdraw and your eyes got back to normal.  

“That was… that was something different.” He said and you could sense the smile on his face.

“Yeah.” you said and raised your head to look at him. After a while you sat up on top of him again. He was soft but he was still inside you. You raised your hips and he slid out of you, then you sat down on his waist.

“Are you coming with us, back to the bunker?”

“I don’t know, Dean.”

“Please, I can’t keep living without you.” He looked into your eyes.

“Dean, I’m a monster.”

“I still love you, monster or not.”

“You really want me to come with you?” you asked and looked down at him.

“Yes I do.” He smiled up at you.

“I guess I’ll come back with you then.” When those words left your mouth his face lit up. He pressed his lips against yours and said “Thank you.”

(This story is written by me, and no one else is allowed to use it for any purpose.)

“Forbidden” Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 2,858

Dean Winchester x Reader

Request from Anon: Could you do a Witch!reader x Dean where they always flirt and eventually sleep together, but then the reader discovers she is pregnant? So she tries to escape during the night (because she knows her child will be born with magic and thinks Dean will hate/hunt them) and when Dean notices she’s missing, he goes looking for her?

Warnings: Implied smut, swearing, fluff


Originally posted by holy-fucking-damn-shit

Dean stood there, watching you flip through your spell book as you tried to find a specific spell that would help them on their hunt. They had called you a few days ago, asking for some help in trying to figure out if what they were hunting was a witch.

They call you their “good witch”, as you always helped them with whatever they needed, but that didn’t fool you. You were still a witch, and they still hated your kind. Not that you have an option since you were born with it, but most hunters don’t care about that. You felt like Sam and Dean only kept you alive because they needed you.

“What did you say the victims were experiencing? Carvings in their chest?” You asked, not taking your eyes off of the book because you knew Dean was staring at you. You didn’t mind, not really- he is a very attractive man. There had always been sexual tension between the two of you, but nobody acted on anything. The two of you knew that you couldn’t take things that far. You were a witch.

“Uh, yeah. Carvings.” He was snapped into reality by your voice, shaking his head.

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A/N I am so, so sorry that I haven’t posted in such a long time. Hopefully, this will make up for it. I tried out a new writing style, not sure how I feel about it just yet, but feel free to let me know how you do! I hope you enjoy :)

Summary: Reader is Bobby’s daughter, and gets captured by a group of demons and is tortured for information on the brothers, which doesn’t sit well with them. Especially Dean.

Warnings: Torture-ish, I didn’t get extremely vivid but it’s there 

Dean Winchester

If there was one thing you should never, ever do, it’d be to mess with the Winchesters or anyone they love.

Because one way or another, they’d come for you. But, if there was one person more protective than Sam or Dean, it’d be Bobby Singer’s daughter. She’d taken over the ‘mother’ role, in a sense, over the boys as they’d all grown up. Any time they boys were at their home, she’d made sure they were okay and fed, along with Bobby. She was their shoulder to cry on, one of the only people they felt comfortable crying too.

And along the way, she’d grown feelings for Dean.

So, when they’d taken her captive after she’d gone to the store for a supply run and demanded to know where they were, she endured the torture. She’d been there for god knows how long. Chained up, bloodied and beaten, dehydrated, half naked in only her bra and underwear, and starving, but she wouldn’t give the brothers up.

She knew they’d come for her. And if they weren’t in time she’d know she died protecting them, and she was okay with that.

“You know, if you just tell me where they are I can let you go.” The demon in charge of the whole ordeal spoke, arms crossed as he set his knife down. With the little energy she had left, she chuckled,“No, you won’t. You’d kill me right after I told you. O-or use me as leverage to get them.”

“Is that so?” He smirked. With a small nod,“So, you may as well just kill me now, because I’m not going to tell you where they are.” He walked closer to her, their faces only inches apart,“Yes, you will. Eventually.” Y/N glared, spitting on him, which she really shouldn’t have as he immediately back up and punched her in the face. She let out a groan as her head snapped to the side, blood pouring out of her mouth.

It was just another bruise to add to the others. She had cuts, burns, and bruises all over her body. He got to work once again, torturing her in ways she’d never seen or heard of. Her screams filled the abandoned warehouse as he sliced her skin with a sharp blade.

And all of a sudden, the door to the warehouse slammed open, and in came her saviors.

“Get away from her, you son of a bitch!”

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