Summary - Dean and the reader go through a horrible trauma, dealing with the aftermath of their loss they try to grieve and find one another again.
Pairing - Dean x Reader
Word Count - 1,851
Warnings - Angst, Miscarriage (Nothing graphic) Self deprecating Dean, I tried to make it flangsty
A/N - This is for @ravenangel33 2 year anniversary of her blog 🎉 My prompt was Topaz which is the Birthstone for November and symbolises hope and healing. Guys not gonna lie this one made me cry writing it so please don’t read if it’s close to home, love y’all
Soft lips pressed against yours with a hum of desire, your fingers finding his short messy hair as his hands reached from your back down to your hips to pull you flush against him. Smiling into the kiss your thumbs moved to trace against his cheekbones as you pulled back. Dean chased your kiss, he always chased your kisses.
“De, Sammy’s waiting for us, we don’t have time for this!” Giggling into the air you brushed your nose against his as you took in those puppy dog eyes that could rival Sams before taking pity and kissing him once more. You could feel the corners of his mouth turn up in a grin at your actions. You were putty in his hands, you always were.
Imagine Sam warning Jack about the dangerous of liking Dean’s bestfriend
Jack watched from across the library as both Dean and (Y/n) laughed at something on Dean’s laptop, Sam who sat across from Jack at another table could see the smile forming on his face.
“Jack;” Sam called out loud enough to get Jack’s attention but not gain his brother’s or his brother’s bestfriends attention. “You okay there buddy?”
Jack smiled toward Sam before turning his face back in the direction of (Y/n), “Yes, I’m quite fine.”
“Jack;” Sam licked his lips staring at the side of Jack’s head, “Is there something you want to tell me, perhaps about (Y/n)?”
Jack’s head snapped over towards Sam a hint of red started appearing on both of his cheeks.
He was blushing, Sam noticed. ‘Could Jack like (Y/n)?’ Sam thought to himself before his mind started to wander off of many of the dangerous things (Y/n) has done on hunts.
He thought of the many times she’s come home covered in creatures blood and guts, the time’s where she would inject holy water into dean’s veins or bath them in a tub filled with gallons upon gallons of holy water, and grin when they screamed in pain.
Him and his brothers may be known in the famously known in the hunter community, but she was know as the women from hell.
And Sam was actually think that she might be from hell, but the testes they’ve ran on her would prove other wise.
“I- I’m not sure what you mean Sam.” Jack replies.
“Jack, do you perhaps like (Y/n)?” Sam askes.
“As a friend? Of course I like her as a friend.” Jack responds with his blush getting deeper, “She’s a very likeable person.”
Shaking his head Sam leaned over telling Jack to the same. Jack repeated Sam’s action a bit confused, “No I mean like do you like like her, do you get a weird feeling in your gut and chest?”
“I do not understand why I feel weird in my gut and heart section but I sometimes feel my heart pounding fast around her that she sometimes warns me if that is normal for me.” Jack explains.
‘This is bad. Very bad.’ Sam thinks.
Not wanting to hurt his feelings Sam gave Jack a nervous look, “Jack you cant like her.”
“Why not?” Jack says with his head tilted.
“She’s older then you.” Sam says.
“Dean says older women are the best.” Jack replies.
“She’s a hunter.” Sam replies back.
“She’s a nice hunter.”
“She’s dean’s bestfriend.” Sam says.
Jack pauses and looks back toward the direction of Dean and (Y/n) only to find (Y/n) gone and Dean looking up at them both.
“You look worried, fellas.” Dean says.
Summary: She was a shop owner for hunters in a small East Texas town. When the Winchesters come through after reports of usual animal attacks they are reunited with an old friend, Y/N. The girl that Dean Winchester had the biggest crush on, but never did anything about it. This time though, he’s determined to change that.
Setting: Between seasons eleven and twelve.
Pairing: Dean x Plus Size Reader
Warnings: Body Imagine Issues, The Subject of Low Self-esteem, Smut, Fluffy of doom, Canon Violence.
Summary: At the end of season 11, it’s not Mary who’s brought back, but the Winchester’s six year old sister.
Word Count: 1k
Warnings: Nothing I can think of, little angsty maybe
A/N: This is the first part of a series I have in mind. It’s my first one, so I’m super excited and please let me know if you would want to read more parts of this.
Beta’d by the wonderful @nickiwinchester97 . Y’all are lucky she puts up with me and my shitty writing because you don’t know what crap you’d get to see if it wasn’t for her.
Suddenly, it was cold again. Too cold actually, but it would have been just right if you’d been wearing anything else than your pajamas. Disoriented, you sat up and shivered as another breeze got the better of you.
“Mom?” you shouted, looking around and trying to remember what happened. Everything that came to your mind was an all-consuming heat, a pain you’d never felt before. “Dad?”
You got up, a little light headed but otherwise okay. You knew you’d get in trouble with your parents when they saw how dirty your pajamas were, but you wiped your hands on them anyway.
Instead of getting a response, you saw a figure emerging from the shadows. With every step he came closer you were more convinced that this wasn’t your father, but a tall and muscular stranger, coming towards you in the middle of the night.
Summary: The reader stumbles upon Dean’s biggest secret. Dean’s not happy about it. He thinks…
Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Sam Winchester
Word count: 500 (look at me, I can drabble!)
Warnings: Uh, language, I guess. And so much fluff, guys. So much fluff.
Author’s Notes: This is my sumbission for @trexrambling Daring Drabbles. My dear Jess, congratulations on your milestone and thank you so much for letting me participate (see how I was on schedule this time, even I can’t believe it lol.)
Special thank you to my wonderful twin @ravengirl94 for helping me figure out what I wanted to do with this. I wouldn’t have come up with this story if it weren’t for her (shocking, I know).
My prompt for this was the world “befuddled” and has been inserted into the fic.
Dean keeps a
picture of you in his wallet.
It’s an old photograph,
a fading reminder of all those mornings you’d spend at Bobby’s back yard, back
when the world wasn’t such a complicated place.
Sunshine sweeps over your face while you’re sitting on the hood
of the Impala, mug of coffee in hand, laughing at something Dean’s said. It’s loud and warm, a real laugh that makes
your eyes crinkle and shine, and you wonder if you can still laugh
like that after everything you’ve been through.
Summary: When someone insults his girl, Dean is determined to show her how much he appreciates her body. On the hood of the Impala. Pairing: Dean x Plus Size Reader Words: 1600 Warnings: Body Imagine Issues, Smut (Oral Sex (Female Receiving, Fingering, Public Sex, Dirty Talk. ) All mistakes are my own. ;) MY MASTERLIST. Feedback is gold. Feedback is life for my fics.
Y/N sighed as she leaned against the hood of the Impala. The bottle of whiskey she stole from the table firmly pressed to her lips as she downed half of it in a few gulps. How had she ever let Dean convince her to come out like this? From her bunny ears, down to her black tutu and heels, she felt like an idiot. Biting the inside of her cheeky as the man’s words once again burned her ears.
“Fat bitches like that should be outlawed at Halloween.”
The statement was grotesque and overstated, just like the frat douche that had said it. College boys wouldn’t know what to do with a woman like her, to begin with, but it still stung her ego. It had taken nearly thirty years to build herself up enough even to entertain the idea that men could want her. Now, some little boy had brought her tumbling right back down to high school.
“That little fucker.” Y/N grumbled into the cool night air. Her face scrunching up as she fought the urge to cry. “And give the asshole the satisfaction? Fuck that.”
“What exactly are we talking about here?” A booming voice asked causing Y/N to jump out of her skin. Her head whipped around to see her boyfriend holding a bag of ice to his knuckles and a grin on his face. Dean’s eyes roaming down her body in the tight corset; her breast standing proudly for his viewing pleasure. Y/N’s eyebrows lifted as she motioned towards his hand.
“Not like I would let some little bastards get away with calling my girl that.” He said with a shrug before plopping down next to her on the hood. His smile was charming as he slid closer to his girl. Y/N sighed and let his arms wrap around her; the words still punching away at her ego.
Summary: After discovering your boyfriend’s infidelity, you decide to exact your revenge… only things don’t go exactly how you planned
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word Count: 2,500
Warnings: cheating/infidelity, language
A/N: It’s been awhile, guys, so I’m a little nervous about this one. I feel out of shape so feedback is greatly appreciated! And thanks as usual to @deanssweetheart23 for helping me get this finished and restoring my faith in my writing… love you, dude.
Summary: Dean Winchester didn’t know what having a home felt like. Not until he met her, anyway.
Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Sam Winchester (briefly)
Word count: 1418
Warnings: This is pure, unadulterated fluff (with tiny, light references to sex because Dean can’t help himself, okay?)
Author’s Note: This is my submission for @atari-writes‘ Birthday Challenge. Amber, thank you so, so much for letting me participate and granting me an extension for this. I’m glad I took my time with it because I kind of love how it turned out.
My prompt for this were “I hate to see you leave but love to watch you go. ‘Cause of your butt.” from The Office and “You’re so cute when you’re half asleep
like this…” from Parks And Recreation.
Dean isn’t sure he
knows what having a home feels like.
He remembers he
used to have one, of course, back when the monsters and the demons weren’t a
part of his life, but that was ruined the moment they killed
his mother and burned his childhood to the ground, and he’s certain that he
wouldn’t want to go back, even if he could.
He never settled
after that, never stayed in one place long enough to call it home, but that doesn’t matter anyway, because, to him, home isn’t really a place. He has heard the sayings, after
all, knows that, for most people, home is
where the heart is.
thing though; Dean is not most people and he doesn’t believe love’s something that can
be measured.His heart, he
knows, is not at one place; it’s
strapped to his brother’s existence, but there are parts of it, bloody and
weathered, that have stayed with his parents, and others that belong to the
friends he’s come to consider family, both the ones he’s lost and the ones that
are still around.
So, yeah, perhaps
Dean has many homes but it never feels like it, never feels like he truly belongs somewhere other than the Impala.
There, holding the steering wheel, with the scent of leather and whiskey and
dry blood filling his senses and a classic rock song blasting through the speakers,
he feels free.
And yet, there’s something
He can feel it in
moments like this, moments when he’s returning back to the bunker with his brother
after a fun night out because everything around him is still and nobody needs
saving, and he wants to feel happy, wants to feel content and at peace, but he can’t.
And then, he sees
asleep on the sofa, dressed in that ridiculous cable-knit cardigan of his that
she seems to love, the book she’d been reading for the past few weeks still in
her hand and she’s so beautiful and
stunningly innocent in that moment, so vulnerable and strong all at once, that he
can’t help the smile that tugs at his lips.
disgustingly in love with her.” Sam announces, barely
able to contain his amusement when the tips of his brother’s ears flush pink. “You
know that, right?”
Summary: Dean crawls into Y/N’s bed every night to chase away the aftermath of the Mark of Cain. He wants to pretend that it’s just another way to cope, but he has love on the brain.
General Warnings: Hardcore smut, Angst, Depression, Alcoholism, and Violence. Chapter Warnings: Smut (Rough sex, Dom! Dean, Cum Play, and Dirty Talk), Angst.
AN: So… This was a WIP progress meant to be a one-shot but I guess it wanted a longer shelf life. I’ve decided that writing out some rather unpleasant feelings I have myself for my marriage in this. So yes, angst fest. :) MY MASTERLIST SERIES MASTERLIST
Please shoot me an ask if you are interested in a tag. Feedback is gold. Feedback keeps me writing.
Must be love on the brain That’s got me feeling this way (feeling this way) It beats me black and blue but it fucks me so good And I can’t get enough
The first time it happened, it was just after they had removed the Mark of Cain. Dean’s heavy limbs had crawled across her, lips crushed together while his tongue swirl against hers. He tasted like whiskey, and his fingers did unholy things. He breathed her name like it was a prayer and she lost everything about herself that wasn’t him. The way Dean moved inside of her, the way her name rolled off his lips. It had to be love on the brain.
Y/N took a large gulp of whiskey from the shot glass. She and Sam were in the back corner of a dive bar looking for any breadcrumbs to lead them to Amara. Rumor had it that there were a few people that fit being soulless in the small Maine town where they were currently stuck. A blizzard had blown into town just after they had arrived the day before Christmas Eve. Y/N’s thoughts shifted from the way Dean’s thick fingers felt slamming into her and to thoughts of the investigation. The bottle of whiskey was lifted again as she poured herself another shot.
Sam eyed his friend, feelings a mixture of sympathy and worry. She seemed tired and worn down. A look that he knew the root cause of was his brother. He watched as the amber liquid was thrown back as she tried to make whatever memories had surfaced drown in her river of booze.
There was a trio of groans as you, Dean and Sam finally trudged through the motel room door, thuds echoing through the room with the tacky wallpaper as duffel bags were dropped to the floor. You’d just gotten done taking down a particularly nasty couple of Wendigo that had been taking couples in the surrounding towns every two weeks. They’d only caught onto the trail of it after some hikers had come across the cave where the first five couples’ bodies were kept and ran screaming for the cops. It took another good week before they’d eventually managed to find the two Wendigo and took them down, thankfully saving the other three couples that hung from the ceiling.
“I’ve got the shower first.” Dean grunted, shrugging off his jacket and throwing it over a nearby chair as he massaged the back of his neck.
“Y/N should get it, she took the hardest hit from that one Wendigo.” The brothers glanced over to you as you winced while sitting down on the bed, holding your leg where four large claw marks had torn through your pant leg. It was mostly superficial, but it still hurt. At least you wouldn’t need stitches.
The things I love about Sam Winchester (plus everything else)
S/N: Give Me The Best Of You is on hold lol rip. I was posting from my phone but now there’s a character limit of 100??? (Wtf @staff) and my computer is just completely shit. HOWEVER I will be getting a MacBook very soon!! So stay tuned.
Summary: You always knew life with the Winchesters was crazy. But when Sam brings back home a three-year-old Dean, you begin to question your own sanity…
Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Sam Winchester
Word count: 2163
Warnings: Some language. Fluff and crack. Crack and fluff. Mentions of sex because Dean’s a cheeky bastard. That’s all I think.
Author’s Notes: This is my submission for @trexrambling and @wheresthekillswitch “Crack Challenge”. Ladies, thank you so much for letting me participate, this has been one very interesting ride.
Special thank you to my amazing twin @ravengirl94 for coming up with a very important (and hilarious) detail about this. And for putting up with my whiny self. She’s a hero, really.
Now, my prompt for this was “I’ll give you three seconds to stop doing that” and is included in bold in the text below. Honestly, this is my first time doing something like this but I think I like what I’ve got.
Without further ado. Enjoy <3
You hated the
hated it, ever since you were a kid, but now, after you’ve spent years of your
life filled with noise and cries and laughter, filled with arguments and
bickering about whose turn it was to go for a supply run, or short, angry
snarls and whispered promises in a dark room when it was
just you and Dean, that absence of sound, of speech, made everything worse.
You stared at the
clock on the wall and bit on your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.
wrong. You could feel it. You didn’t know how, or why –the details weren’t
important anyway. What really mattered was that Dean hadn’t called since that
morning and that sickening feeling in the pit of your stomach that just wouldn’t go away.
Maybe you should
The sound of the
bunker’s door being opened then closed interrupted your thoughts and, before you knew it, you were practically running
towards the library, eyes wide and senses alert, until your leg gave
out and you stumbled into the doorframe, muttering expletives under your breath.
“Hi there, Y/N.”
Sam greeted you with an amused smile. “I’m glad you’re so happy to see me.”
“Oh, shut up. I was worried. How did the hunt go? Why didn’t you call? Are you injured?
youngest Winchester chuckled, all delight and waggishness, “one question
at a time, champ.”
eyes, you raised an eyebrow in suspicion; despite his playfulness and confident
swagger, you could see the way his smile seemed a bit too forced and his
forehead puckered just a tiny little
“Where is Dean?”
“Um,” he started,
rocking back and forth on his heels, “about that.”
“Sam.” you tried
again, a bit more forceful. “Where is
And then, right before
he could actually reply, a little kid
with blonde hair and green eyes gripped on Sam’s leg and swam into view,
wearing what was supposed to be one of Dean’s shirts and, oh, God, this was not happening.
Title: On Your Knees Little, Girl. Rating: NC-17 Paring: Dean x Reader x Sam
Word Count: 3,900 Warnings: Oral (Male and Female Receiving), Slight Non-Con, Threesome, Double VAGINAL Penetration, Spanking, SMUT SMUT SMUT! 18+
AN: I had this laying around on my google drive for awhile. Posted it. Got shy about so I took it down and then decided what the hell ever. Yes this is dirty. But I’m an adult! I hope you enjoy too.
It had been one of those days. A long, hard, hot mess of a fucking day. You had been stuck in the back seat of the Impala with a fuming boyfriend and an equaling fuming friend in the front seat. They had told you probably a hundred and thirty-three times to stay away from this hunt- you were too much of a greenhorn. Demons weren’t like ghosts or even werewolves. No, demons were dangerous business that you were not ready to handle. So of course, when that bitch had given you away and placed a knife to your throat, neither of the brothers were in the mood to talk. So now, you sat in the backseat wanting to desperately say something in your defense, but you knew it was better to keep quiet for now.
After a few hours, Dean had whipped the car into the parking lot of a pretty seedy motel. You jumped as he slammed the door behind him as he went to register with the front office.
You took the opportunity to plead your case with the more level-headed Winchester.
“Look Sam, I’m sorry you know…” You began, but was cut off mid-sentence by his deeper voice.
“I know, Y/N. I know you are, but you have got to listen. OK? What Dean and I tell you is for your own good.” He said gently as he turned to look at you with that lost puppy way he had.
You breathed in deeply and nodded. You opened your mouth to plead your cause further but driver’s side door was pulled open. Your mouth snapped closed as you caught Dean’s eyes in the rear view mirror. He was clearly pissed off at you. His green eyes were burning like hellfire and you quickly looked away.
After Dean pulled into a parking stop for your room, you followed behind the brothers quietly. You sighed as you drop onto the bed with a dull thud. Normally you would inspect the bed to make sure there weren’t any mystery stains, but you were beyond tired- mentally and physically. You barely registered Sam’s voice telling you that they were going to make a food run before you fell into a calm darkness.
You sat up with a start when the door to the motel room banged against the wall. Your eyes flew to the door and you involuntarily reached out for the gun on the night stand. You breath a sigh of relief when you found Dean and Sam standing there-your eyes flickered to the digital clock next to you. It was 2 A.M.
“Guys?” You croaked as you stared at them as they filled the space around the bed. Dean wore an expression that was unreadable as you watched him studying you. Sam was standing to your left and mirrored his brother’s expression. You started to get up but Dean’s hand motioned for you to stop. You obeyed as his look turned from blank to predatory. You swallowed hard when an evil smirk spread over his features as he eyed you up for size.
“Dean?” You questioned as you tried to figure out what he was thinking. He chuckled lowly and turned his attention to his brother.
“So Sammy… Should the punishment fit the crime?” He said coolly as he smoothed his hand over his jaw. Sam’s eyes flashed hotly as his own smirk grew over his features. You squirmed when his hazel eyes landed on you and racked over your full-clothed body.
“I think a well deserved spanking is required, Dean.” He said with a low deadly chuckle. “ After all, she did disobey you.”
Dean in response let out a low chuckle and smirked at his brother’s suggestion. Moving with precision, Dean stalked over so that he was looming over you. He smiled darkly at you when you looked at him with widen eyes.
“You’ve been a naughty girl, Y/N. Sam and I talked it over at the bar. We both are both going to give you what you have coming.” He said with a menacing tone. You groaned lowly when he put extra emphasis on the word we.
Request (Summarized for length): Could you write a dean x reader where the reader still sleeps with her stuffed animal because it helps with her anxiety especially after difficult hunts. Sam and Dean find out about it and have different reactions to the news.
Winchester is a man who’s been to war and back, a man that’s lost loved ones
and has seen too much to believe in love or fate or destiny. But when he meets
a girl that radiates kindness and warmth, one that’s ready to love his shadowy corners and accept him for the man he really is, he begins to
change his mind. And, when she shows him the darkness in her light, he promises
himself that, no matter how hard things get, he’ll never let go of her.
Because, he realizes, he loves her. And
that is the beginning and end of everything.
Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Mary and John Winchester (both mentioned), Benny Laffite, Sam Winchester
Word count: 7026 (I know, I know it’s a monster fic, but I promise, it’s worth it)
Warnings: Fluff. Angst. Some language. Implied smut. Death of a parent. Loss. Mentions of blood and of the warzone (nothing too graphic). Bad marital relationship (not Dean associated). Domestic Dean Bean (yup, this should be a warning)
Author’s Notes: This is my submission for @jpadjackles Double Birthday Challenge. My sweet B, thank you for letting me participate. I had the time of my life writing this and I can promise you, it ended up being a fic very close to my heart.
Special thank you to my twin @ravengirl94 for answering my stupid questions about the US Army, and being such an amazing best friend and beta. Without her, this story would have never been posted.
My prompt for this was Falling In Love At A Coffee Shop by Landon Pigg.(I am not American so every detail about the US Army in this fic is the result of research. If there’s a mistake in it, I apologize in advance.)
And, without further ado. Enjoy <3
The first time
Dean sees her it’s on his mother’s birthday.
It’s a sunny
day, sky a soft shade of blue, summer slowly creeping its way into his life
and, even though he’s not sure of a lot of things, he somehow knows she would have loved this day.
He can almost
see her, standing in the middle of their garden, sundress blowing with the
wind, a smile gracing her lips while he’s whining because there’s no pie, and
it’s all so tangible, so real, that
he thinks he can reach out and touch her.
Her image disappears
as soon as it’d appeared though, and he’s back in the middle of a crowded
street, on his way home from training, all alone, with no plans for the day and
no mum to celebrate with because his
mother’s gone and nothing can bring her back.
The thought pulls
at his heartstrings and he can feel it again, that sickening sensation of
missing someone so much that all of his body cells are aching for her and he curses under his breath, already loathing the
And then she catches his eye.
sitting there, at the bay window of the old coffee shop that always seems to
have some jazz melody pouring out of it, nose buried in a book.
he can tell that much, but what really stuns him is the way she’s holding the
dog-eared book, fingers grazing the paper gently like it’s soft skin, eyes
skimming the pages as she bits her bottom lip, a wrinkle in her brow. It’s been
a while since Dean has seen someone so engrossed into something and he loses
track of time, forgets that he’s burning holes on her until she looks up and
her eyes meet his through the window.