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There and Back Again (Part 3)

Originally posted by frozen-delight

Summary: in the midst of the fight with a shifter, you recall how you met Dean, and you and John find some possible common ground.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,500

Warnings: language, violence, blood, injuries (basically just supernatural)

This is part of a series! Read Part 1 & Part 2

A/N: Hope you enjoy part 3, friends! Sorry it took so long. Some major writer’s block plus busy with school = slow writing. Also, please feel free to send in requests. New ideas are always welcome!

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Requested by anon:  Hi! I was wondering if you could write a Dean/Reader fic, where they (and Sam if you want to) save a girl on a hunt, and she doesn’t quite (want to) understand that Reader and Dean are together, and flirts shamelessly with him in front of the Reader?

Summary: Everything from above.

Pairing: Dean x reader.

Word count: 1,128

Warnings: None.

A/N: Becky 2.0, that’s all I’m saying.

Originally posted by canonspngifs

The monster was despicable, the bloodiest and deadliest they had faced in many years. He didn’t leave a single victim alive, or at least that’s what they thought. One of them had managed to hide.

Inside that maze he had planned and built so carefully, thinking of every way out, every creak, and every corner, just so no escaped. And even so, she escaped. Hiding at one of the many, almost invisible mistakes he had committed. She was there, surviving.

When the Winchesters found her, she was nothing but a warrior. Experiences like such change people in way that no one else would understand unless they lived it as well. She was no longer a caring, naïve girl – she was the exact opposite: Sassy, carefree, rebellious.

She had changed, and she no longer cared for rules or even for general moral-rights. No, she was her own now, despising the law and any other that dared to tell her what to do or say – or what not to. In this case, (Y/N).

She and Dean had been dating for many years now, and Dean wouldn’t miss an opportunity to display affection in public; especially after a rough hunt like such. However, in spite of the massive PDA she had just witnessed, the girl had set her eyes on Dean.

“So… How about you buy me a drink?” She flirted while Dean opened the Impala’s back seat door for her. The monster had been eliminated and they were going to drive her home.

“How about no?” Dean snapped, “My girlfriend and I have plans.”

“I’m sure you do, but…” The girl got closer, making sure to press her hands roughly against Dean’s chest. “I’m also sure that you and I could have much fun without her…”

“Hands off my boyfriend, young lady.” (Y/N) commanded, grabbing the girl like police officers grab the criminals and forcing her to get inside the car. (Y/N) shut the door right after the girl entered and fumed at Dean.

“She started it, and I said no.” Dean explained.

“I know.” (Y/N) hissed, “Let’s keep it that way.”

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Never

Summary: After a hunt, you witnesses Dean trying to pick up a girl in a bar.  You’re not having it though and, in your frustration, you scare the girl off.  Dean is not happy about that.

The extended smutty version of this story can be found on my AO3 here!

Pairings/Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester, OFC

Word Count: 2240

Warnings: Pre-smut (no smut here, though, gotta click the link above for AO3 if you want to read that part), language,

A/N: I was sent this gif for a drabble and it ended up turning into an entire fic.  Whoops!  The gif is not mine and, to my knowledge, it was found with a google search.  If it’s yours or you know who made it, please let me know so I can give proper credit!

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Preferences: Sex with him.

Dean:

To the outsider, Dean comes off of as a “tough as nails” type of guy. They would never be able to guess what type of man truly lies underneath that tough exterior.

When you and Dean first made love, you were… taken by surprise, to say the least.

You’d gone in, heart pounding from your nerves. For the first time, Dean would be seeing you completely unguarded. Your walls would be completely down and you felt vulnerable. It down right terrified you.

Dean could feel how tense you were. And when he met with your eyes, he saw the fear in them.

“Sweetheart, calm down,” He moves a loose strand of hair that covered your face and gently caressed your cheek. “We’ll go slow, okay?” He offers, keeping his voice low and soothing.

You release a breath and nod your head.

“Okay,” You respond with a smile.

He then leans down, presses his lips against yours and continues what the two of you started.

That’s the thing with Dean. He’s willing to go at the pace you desire. Your needs are his priority and he’s completely okay with giving up some control when it comes to pleasing you. He’s completely okay with doing what you ask of him, even if it involved some costumes and role play. 

Dean is very experienced at what he does and you can expect to always leave the bedroom, completely satisfied, if not beyond satisfied.

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Sam: 

Your first time with Sam… Well, it involved quite a few drinks.

The two of you had returned from a hunt and you suggested you both wind down at a local bar. You always felt a certain attraction to the younger Winchester and you found this the perfect opportunity to make your move.

With a bit of alcohol encouragement running through your system you finally mustered up the courage to go in for the kill. Sam was taken a back, but he didn’t fight you off. No, instead he urged for more. Deepening your kiss, leaving you completely breathless and in awe. 

You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol or just pent up sexual frustration but soon enough, the two of you found yourselves holed up in the bar’s restroom. 

Much different than the sweet and sensitive Sam you knew, this version of the man tore through your clothes, frantically running his large hands around every inch of your body. His kisses were aggressive and passionate as you both worked for your release. You both reach your climax in unison and by this point your hair is disheveled from Sam’s hands. You’re both out of breath and sweating.

When you finally lock eyes with him, he gives you a mischievous grin before gently grabbing your face between his hands and pressing his lips softly against yours.

Sex with Sam tends to be a good work out. But be warned, you can expect to feel it in the morning…

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Castiel:

Very different from the Winchesters, Cas is relatively, inexperienced when it comes to sex.

He knows the basics, but was never taught the various ways humans performed the act to make it more thrilling. 

So your first time with him involved quite a bit of instructing from your behalf, but you didn’t mind. In fact, it gave you a sense of being in control and if you were being honest, you quite enjoyed it. All that power Cas harnessed within him, and here he was, obeying your every single instruction. 

Your first time with him was sweet and quick. He performed above your expectations for a beginner and when he asked you if he’d done well, you assured him he’d done an excellent job.

Cas was a great learner and soon enough, he no longer needed your instructions. His performance improved with each time the two of you joined together. He knew exactly where to place his hands, where to place kisses that made you quiver. In almost no time at all, Cas was beyond an expert level. 

Cas’ skills always leave you pleasantly satisified,but it doesn’t take long for you to begin to crave more.

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Who do you prefer? ;)

Knocking on Heaven’s Door

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Knocking on Heaven’s Door

 

Anonymous said to 5minutefanfiction:

Dean x reader. Its like season 5 ep 16 where when the hunters kill Sam and Dean they leave the reader alive because they don’t think shes a threat and from deans perspective in heaven the reader is there as well with Mary and Zacariah is all handsy and the boys are fuming and when the boys come back alive the reader is a mess and covered in blood and bruises because she killed the hunters that killed the boys. And when she realises theyre alive she just holds them and doesn’t stop crying. Thanks

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WORD COUNT: 3000

He felt something move his pillow, at first he didn’t think anything of it. He figured it was just Y/N, rolling onto his side he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in tight. It was then he realised she was facing away from him. That didn’t bother him, not in his half asleep state. He buried his head into her neck, breathing her in as he drifted back off to sleep.

Then the voices came, breaking through the quiet of the night. At first he thought he was dreaming. Then reality hit as he realised someone was in the room.

He stirred again, reaching for his gun, realising it wasn’t there, he swore and threw himself up in bed, his arm outstretched, trying to shield Y/N.

‘What the hell?’ he growled, his eyes growing wide as the two men standing at the bottom of their beds looked at them and talked quietly among themselves. ‘Walt? Roy?’

He looked at them both, ski masks on. If they hadn’t of spoken, they’d have no idea who it was.

‘We’re sorry, Dean. We really are.’

Sam stirred and woke up, seeing the two hunters he jumped up.

‘Woah!’

‘He started this, maybe his death can stop it. Lucifer then won’t have a vessel and-.’

‘Are you kidding me?’ Dean growled. ‘He’ll just find another one.’

Y/N started to stir and Dean panicked, glancing down at his girlfriend.

‘Let’s go hoping she doesn’t wake up,’ Roy warned.

Dean ran his hand over her head, leaning down he kissed her temple.

‘It’s ok, Baby, it’s just Sammy. Go back to sleep.’

They four men watched as she settled again.

‘Rather trusting girlfriend,’ Walt commented.

‘She knows I’d never let anyone touch her,’ Dean’s tone made his position clear. No one was touching his girl.

‘We got no intention on hurting her. We just want to stop this before it go’s too far. We’re not the only ones looking you know,’ Roy warned.

‘I can explain,’ Sam tried, going to stand up.

Walk pumped his shotgun and fired, hitting Sam in the chest. Dean screamed and jumped up.

‘Sit the hell down,’ Roy growled.

Y/N sat up and looked around, seeing Sam she screamed.

‘Shut the bitch up!’ Roy warned.

Dean turned and looked at her. His heart broke all over again. Sam was Y/N’s closest friend and the pain in her eyes was killing him.

‘Baby,’ he whispered. ‘shhh,’ he pulled her into a hug, kissing her neck. ‘It’s ok. I’ll get us out of this and we’ll get him help. Just calm down.’

He pulled back and cupped her face, looking right into her eyes. He watched as her lip quivered, as she tried to gain control of herself.

‘It’ll be ok.’

He looked up as the two men started whispering again. Turning so he could face them.

‘I’d leave. Now,’ he growled.

Roy nudged Walt, and Dean watched the two carefully. He needed them out. He needed to help Sam, he needed Y/N safe.

‘Do it. He’s made us. Can you imagine trying to hide form him?’

Dean watched in horror was Walt raised the gun, he heard Y/N scream as the shot echoed in his ears. Time seemed to slow down. The pain in his chest hurt worse than any injury.

He watched as Y/N face appeared, her tears, he thought her heartbreak over Sam was bad, but this this was so much worse. He could feel her pushing on his chest, screaming at him to hold on. He tried to raise a hand to wipe her tears but couldn’t.

‘Dean!’ she cried. ‘Don’t you leave me, please,’ she sobbed, he saw her drop her head to his chest. But never felt it his whole body was numb.

‘The girl!’ Roy yelled.

The next thing Dean knew he was sitting in the impala. Climbing out he saw a teenage Sam pulling fireworks out the boot.

‘Dude, lets go,’ Sam grinned, so full of happiness.

Dean nodded and followed, helping his brother set them up and light them. He watched as the fireworks lit up the sky and Sam danced around under the falling sparks. He felt a smile form on his lips. Sam wasn’t happy like this often.

All of a sudden there was a loud bang and a white hot explosion, Dean saw flashes of him being shot, of Y/N’s face. Of the gun now pointed at her. Then nothing he was back in a vacant field.

He took off for the impala. Climbing in he turned over the engine and the radio came on, crackling and coated with interference. He could barely make out the words.

‘Dean?’ Castiel’s voice broke through the noise.

‘Cas?’

‘Yes.’

‘Dude, get out of my head. Let me sleep in peace.’

‘Dean, this isn’t a dream.’

‘This what?’

Images flashed through his mind again. First Sam being shot, then him, then the threat to Y/N.

‘I’m dead.’

‘You have my condolences.’

‘Where the am I?’

‘Heaven, well your heaven.’

‘Where’s Sam? Where’s Y/N?’ Dean cried out, panicked.

‘What do you see?’

‘A road.’

‘Follow the road, Dean,’ Cas’s voice cut in and out, the connection wavering.

‘Where are they?’

‘Follow the road and you’ll find Sam.’

‘What about Y/N?’

‘She’s…’ and he was gone.

Dean screamed, slamming his fist into the dash. All he could do was pray she was alive or in her own heaven. He couldn’t think of anything that she had done that would lead her to hell.

Dean pulled up outside a house and went inside.

‘Wow, Sam,’ he groaned.

He took in the room, Sam was having thanks giving dinner with some girl and her family. He jumped up and ran over to his brother.

‘Dude, what happened are we…?’

‘Dead, yeah. Welcome to heaven.’

‘They say your life flashes before your eyes when you die,’ Sam mused.

‘This is?’

‘One of my favourite memories, my first real thanksgiving. You?’

‘Woke up on July 4th, where we burnt down that field,’ Dean grinned. ‘Good times.’

A deep dark rumble, came from out side, the lights flickered and Sam looked over to his brother as the lights go out.

‘I don’t remember this,’ Sam said quietly as the house started to shake.

The two boys look around and duck for cover as a search light moves through the window. They hide until it disappeared and the lights come on, the watch as the family continues to eat like nothing happened.

Dean ran over the radio and started trying to dial out.

‘Cas!’ he called.

‘Did you bump your head or something?’ Sam frowned at him.

‘No, he used it before. I’m hoping we can phone home or something. Cas!’

The tv turned on and Cas’s face appears, cutting in and out along with his voice.

‘I can hear…’

‘Great, I found Sam. And something happened, some weird beam of light-.’

‘Don’t go into the light!’ Cas yelled.

‘Ya think!’ Dean growled.

‘You don’t under-…it’s Zacariah… you can’t say yes to Michael and Lucifer if your dead.’

‘Great, lets find Zac and go home.’

‘No, you don’t-… you’re behind the veil. Find Joshua. He’s an angel.’

‘No, thanks,’ Dean growled.

‘Please. Talk to him. Find out the word of God.’

‘You do it.’

‘I can’t return to heaven, Dean. Now go find out what the hell God has been saying!’

The two Winchesters exchanged looks.

‘Follow the road.’

‘What road?’ Sam asked.

‘The one outside, it runs through heave to the garden. Find Joshua.’

The picture started to break up.

‘What about Y/N?’ Dean yelled, but it was too late, the TV died and Cas disappeared.

‘Is she…?’ Sam panicked.

‘I don’t know. Last thing I remember they shot me, her face and a gun pointing at her,’ Dean said quietly, trying to control his fear and anger.

He could feel Sam watching him, he knew he was worried not just about Y/N but about Dean as well.

‘Right. Road then his Joshua guy.’

‘Really? You want to talk to God?’

‘We’re royally boned and right now I need to find a way back to my girl. I will give anything a shot. Prayer right? The final act of a desperate man.’

They opened a door and stepped out to see woods where the road once was. Dean went back inside and started opening every door looking for his road.

‘Really in a closest?’

‘Nothings gone according to plan so far. It’s all screwed up, Cas is on TV and dreams are coming true.’

‘Fair enough.’

‘Huh,’ Sam frowned. ‘There’s a hot wheels set here. I don’t remember that.’

Dean came over and looked at it, picking up the blue car.

‘I used to have one of these.’

They boys move through to Dean’s heaven and watch as Mary prepares Dean lunch. Both boys stare in awe at their Mother. Dean felt the tears run down his face.

‘Hey Mom.’

For a second it’s like she recognises him, but then the memory continues as it once was. John calling, a fight, Mary crying.

Sam dragged Dean away reluctantly knowing that they had to keep moving they can’t be caught by Zacariah.

They moved into Sam’s memory of him meeting Y/N for the first time, when he was 11. Dean watched as 13 yr old Y/N, stepped in and helped his brother out when he was being picked on.

‘Don’t let them get to you,’ Y/N smiled. ‘Give it a few years and they will be the drop kicks that can’t even hold down a job at Walmart.’

Sam smiled fondly at the memory.

‘This is a good book,’ Y/N commented, holding up To Kill A Mockingbird. ‘The English assignment that came with it, not so much.’

Dean smiled at the way she screwed up her face. She hadn’t changed any.

Both men struggled to leave. Their fears for her safety growing again. Eventually, they pulled themselves away and through the door into Dean’s memory.

He recognised this place, he smiled knowing what was coming. The banging on the door. He went to open it when Sam stopped him.

‘It’s ok. I know who it is,’ Dean smiled.

He opened it and saw Y/N standing there.

‘Would you believe that the damn witch I just killed 10 miles out exploded and I really need a shower.’

Dean stood watching her, he fought back the tears. Sending out a silent prayer to God, begging him to keep her safe.

‘Dean, enough with the lecture, please. I get it, I do. You promised Sam and blah, blah. But I’m a big girl and if my parents didn’t want me hunting alone then… I’d probably still do it,’ she grinned cheekily.

Dean chuckled, and watched as she disappeared to use his shower. As she came out with a towel around her after.

‘Can I be weird and borrow a shirt? Everything I own is filthy.’

Dean knew what was coming. He often replayed the moment in his head. He walked over to her, unable to stop himself. Pushing his hand back behind her head he leant down and kissed her.

Sam put his hand on Dean’s arm.

‘It’s not her. And we have to go. For so many reasons. Including I don’t need to see what’s happening,’ he turned away quickly as Y/N’s towel dropped to the floor.

Dean cleared his throat and looked at her again, ‘Right.’

They ran through another door, and found themselves at home in Kansas.

‘Dean?’

‘We’re home.’

Dean turns to see his Mom and he felt a familiar tug at his heart. She was talking about nightmares. God, she was such a good Mom.

Then things changed. She started telling Dean she was glad she was dead, how it was good to be away from him. How no matter what everyone will leave him.

He watched in horror as Y/N walked through the door, looking at him, surprised.  

‘Dean? Sam? What…?’

‘Oh Baby,’ Dean whispered, she was dead. His heart broke. His girl. She didn’t deserve this.

‘You’re both here?’

‘Yeah, but we can get out. It’s ok. We’ll get you back I swear.’

‘You’re kidding right? I don’t want to go back.’

‘What?’

‘I have all I need here, and let’s be honest. You’re not exactly a keeper,’ she explained, screwing up her nose.

Dean looked at her in shock.

‘I mean come on,’ she groaned, rolling her head. ‘You’re pathetic. Those men came in and you didn’t save me. You didn’t even try. I’m not going back. Here. Here I like.’

Dean watched as she walked over to Mary and stood there watching him.

‘Like hell you do,’ Dean tried to growl, but couldn’t. His voice was more shock than anything. ‘You love it down there, with me.’

‘Aw,’ she pouted, ‘Are your feelings hurt?’

Dean watched as Zacariah appeared behind the two woman and Y/N stepped to one side. He felt his blood run cold as Zacariah’s hand slipped around Y/N’s waist.

‘I have to say, I was quite fond of the memory of your Mom, until Y/N came into the picture. And well that memory you have of her Dean that first night you two were together. I mean. I tried it and Wow.’

White hot rage ran through Dean, every muscle in his body tensed.

‘You did this?’ Sam gasped.

‘You think you can run through heaven without getting caught or me finding you? Please.’

The boys watched as Zacariah’s hand went up Y/N’s top and he started groping her, kissing her neck and lips.

‘Get the hell off her!’ Dean screamed, throwing himself forward.

Zacariah spun and punched Dean in the stomach causing him to double over. The angel clicked his fingers and Mary disappeared.

‘Baby,’ Dean gasped, trying to stand.

‘You know, I’m still trying to decide if I should leave her here as a play thing or send her to hell. What do you think?’

Dean watched as Zacariah ran his hands over Y/N again, and kissed her.

‘Hell, seems more fun.’

He clicked his fingers and watched as a fire started to consume her. The fear in her eyes as she looked down at her hands before looking back up.

‘What? Dean? What’s happening?’ she screamed.

‘Y/N!’ he screamed, trying to get to her. His cries cut out as she burst completely into flames before him. Despite being in heaven, the smell of her burning flesh filled his nose. He fell to the ground sobbing.

‘Now, we should talk.’

Zacariah took to beating Dean up, as he tried to get the boys to agree to being Michael and Lucifers vessels. Sam tried to step in and help but the angels Zacariah brought with him, stopped him.

‘Excuse me, Sir,’ a voice cut through the noise of Zacariah’s fist slamming into Dean face.

‘I’m busy.’

‘I know, I understand. But I need to talk to the Winchesters.’

‘Excuse me?’

‘I know you are busy with them and it’s a bad time. But the boss asked. His orders.’

‘You’re lying?’

‘I wouldn’t. And soon enough he will come home, and well we know how he is about the whole wrath thing.’

Dean watched as Zacariah looked at the new angel shocked. He glared at the boys and then the new angel and disappeared.

Sam drops to the ground to help Dean and the next thing they know; they are in Heaven’s garden.

‘You’re Joshua?’ Sam asked.

The angel nodded.

‘You talk to God. We need to talk to him,’ Sam gushed.

‘I do. And God can’t talk to you. He has a message though. Back off, stop looking for him. He’s not getting involved. He knows what’s going on and he’s done. He’s helped more than he has in a long time. Just leave him out of this.’

‘What?’ Sam gasped.

‘He’s just another drop kick Dad who can’t be stuffed pulling his brats into line?’ Dean stammered.

‘I’m sorry, Dean. I am. But this isn’t his fight. Back off and leave him alone.

Dean went to talk again but they were interrupted by a blinding light.

He woke with a start, throwing himself up, he crashed into Y/N who was still trying to get him to breathe.

His arms automatically went around her, pulling her in tight.

‘Baby?’ he sobbed. He felt her sobbing into his neck.

‘I thought… Oh my God. You died,’ she cried hysterical.

‘Are you ok?’ he asked, pulling back, barely looking at her before crashing his lips into hers.

She tried answering but gave up. He didn’t care. She was alive.

‘Sam,’ she sobbed, pulling back, turning to see Sam sitting up in bed.

Dean watched as she threw herself at him, hugging him.

‘Hey Y/N/N,’ Sam said quietly, hugging her while she cried some more.

Dean looked down at the ground and saw the Walt and Roy on the ground dead.

‘Sweetheart?’ he asked quietly.

She left go of Sam and turned around. Dean took in her appearance, her light blue tank top and pants were covered in blood, she had it running freely from a wound on her arm, and a bruise on her face. Her tears leaving clean trails through the blood that was smeared on her cheeks from when she had collapsed against Dean’s chest.

He watched as she couldn’t stop crying. He reached out and pulled her into his arms.

‘What happened?’

‘They…they shot…I wasn’t a threat apparently.’

Dean he pulled her in tighter as her tears fell heavier. He watched as she reached out and grabbed Sam’s hand.

‘You’re both ok?’ she sobbed.

‘Yeah, Baby. We’re fine.’

Dean looked over at Sam and then at the bodies on the floor. The guilt from this was going to eat at her when she calmed down. But he knew he could deal with that. He could help her through it. He was just glad he was home. As for the rest of it, God, the apocalypse all of it. They could rot in hell. He was going to stop this thing one way or another. And for only two reasons. Y/N and Sam. After that, his days of helping God were over.

Friends on the Other Side: Part 5

Author: imaginemethisplease

Warnings: Bit of violence and torture, Swearing

Word Count: 1314

Summary: Dean encounters someone that he met in Hell. A girl that he became friends with even through the torture. 

Link to Part 1

Link to Part 2

Link to Part 3

Link to Part 4

Link to Part 5

Link to Part 6

Link to Part 7

Link to Part 8

Link to Part 9

Link to Part 10

Link to Part 11

Link to Part 12

Link to Part 13

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 Dean lifted his head, finally returning from consciousness. The last thing he remembered was catching up with [Y/N] and then everything went black. He attempted to move but found that he was bound to a chair. The room was dank and showed no signs of anyone inhabiting the place for who knows how long.

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