Hexed

Characters:  Dean x Reader, Sam

Summary:  Reader and Dean are…you guessed it…hexed.  Is it a sexual curse or something more?

Word Count:  2111

Warnings:  Lots of language, lots of smut (rough-ish smut)

As always, feedback is appreciated.  Tags are at the bottom.

Originally posted by holy-fucking-damn-shit

Hexed 

There is a time and place for everything, this is neither the time nor the place. Not for Dean to be looking at me like that, no sir. Had I always hoped he’d fix those ethereal green eyes on me that way? My mama didn’t raise a liar, so I’m not going to lie to you. Yeah, I want that man to fix those eyes on me just like that. Wanted him to for a long time now. There’s a lot of things I want from Dean Winchester.  That man is a walking wet dream, sex on bow-legs.

Things is, he’s not supposed to be looking at me like that. Sure as hell not right this very minute.  It’s not part of the plan. We’re working a fucking case for god’s sake. I’m not talking about research or footwork, interviewing and investigating. We are legitimately standing in this room right the fuck now and a motherfucking witch was just here with us. There is a blade in my hand and a gun in his. We had a job to do, one goddamn job.

Now that bitch of a witch is gone. Poof, vanished, adios amigos, just fucking gone. She mumbled some shifty spell work and now Dean fucking Winchester is looking like he wants to screw my brains out.

I’m looking right back at him and I got the same look in my eye.  

I don’t know what that piece of shit did to us, but my breasts are heavy, achy. My nipples are straining against the fabric of my bra and if somebody doesn’t touch them right this very instant and relieve that pressure, I’m going to scream. Or come. I don’t know which.  

There’s a burning in between my thighs, I’m squeezing them together hoping to ease some of the pressure but it’s only making it worse. Times infinity. My skin is all heat and fire, I’m consumed by need and lust.

Dean is a mirror, his eyes reflect back at me the same fever I’m feeling. I can see his cock - Jesus fucking Christ - swelling and straining against those blue denim jeans. In three short steps his crossed the room, a strangled sound leaving his lips before his lips press to mine. Our weapons clatter to the ground making one hell of a racket, but I give no fucks.

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Enough is Enough

Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,067

Warnings: slight panic attack, language, asshole Dean 

Request: Can I request an imagine where the reader lives with the brothers at the bunker & Dean is always a jerk to her & then one day she has a panic attack & then fluff ensues…

Summary: Reader has lived & hunted with the boys for 3 years & usually puts up with Dean being a dick pretty well. One night, she can’t take anymore and has a panic attack.

A/N: Enjoy!! Feedback greatly appreciated!! And thank you to @mamapeterson for just reading over this before I posted it lol wasn’t too confident on it tbh but I hope y’all like it!!

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Pleasant Surprises

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Tags: lots of kissing, fingering, smut, public sex

Words: 2538

A/N: I’m sorry it’s been so long ):

Originally posted by zest-wincest

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Regarding Dean

Characters:  Dean, Reader, Sam

Summary:  Sam calls reader to babysit Dean after he’s cursed by a witch.

Warnings:  Angst-ish

Word Count:  1776

Tags are at the bottom.  As always, feedback is welcomed and appreciated.

Regarding Dean

The screen lights up on your phone, Sam Winchester’s name flashing on the screen.This can’t be good, otherwise Sam would never, ever call you. Not after everything that happened. Should you answer? You don’t really want to dredge all that shit up. But if he’s calling, it’s important. You’re thumb hovers over the green button. It’s on the third ring before you decide to answer.  

“Hello?”

“(Y/N)? It’s me, Sam. Please, don’t hang up, just hear me out.”

“I’m listening.”

“Thank…thank you. Listen, I wouldn’t be calling if I didn’t need help, you know that I wouldn’t. But I need you.”

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You can’t figure out how Sam knows you’re in the area. You haven’t had contact with Dean or Sam for over year. Is he still keeping tabs on you through the hunter network?  It’s touching in a way, you’ve always had a soft spot for Sammy. Truth is, you miss him.

Why the fuck are you driving to the motel right now? Why would you willingly put yourself in this position? Must be temporary insanity. It’s the only logical explanation. Maybe you should drive straight to the psych ward and check yourself in after this is over.

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Not What He Expected

This is my second offering for A/B/O Appreciation Day July 31st 2017. It features Alpha! Dean.  YES, you read that right, LOL!

This fills my “Alphas Challenge for an Omega” square on my A/B/O bingo card

Characters: Alpha! Dean Winchester, Omega! Reader, Readers friends, Unnamed Alpha! bar patron

Bars, as a rule, were not a safe bet for Omegas. Even if you weren’t close to your heat, you were always taking a chance that some boozed-up Alpha would scent you no matter how many blockers you used.  That’s why I typically avoided them like the plague.  It was safer that way.

Tonight was different.   When my bestie Darcy had found out that her Alpha was cheating on her she had called me in hysterics and begged me to gather the troops. My girlfriends and I were here to support Darcy, so I put on my big-girl panties and took one for the team.

I had noticed him watching me from the next table out of the corner of my eye.  Great.  Darcy was in the middle of telling everyone how she had caught her bastard of a husband banging his secretary when the waitress approached the table.  She handed me a drink. 

I looked at her in surprise. “I didn’t order this,” I said, eying the drink warily.

“Compliments of the Alpha at the next table.” She told me with a wink. 

 I sighed and pushed it back towards her. “I don’t mean to be a bitch, but we are here to comfort our friend, not to pick up guys.  Thanks but no thanks.”

The waitress picked up the drink and put it back on her tray.  “Your call, hon.”

I saw her return the drink to the guy’s table with an explanation.  He looked over at me and frowned.  Whatever.  Tonight was about Darcy.  Some guys just couldn’t take a hint.

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mysaintsasinner  asked:

Hey, sorry to be a bother, just wondering if you could link me to some good ABO fics. Purely for research purposes, you know ;)

There is so much great ABO out there! I have done a lot of “research” myself on ABO. It tends to be easier to find on AO3 than tumblr. ABO lends itself really well to smut (and to getting to the smut quickly without feeling rushed), so most of these are x-rated. In general it seems to be much more popular in gay ships then straight reader inserts, though recently I have seen more. I’m a ship all the ships person, so I read a TON of gay ABO (98% destiel) but I know that’s not for everyone so we will start the list with reader inserts and OFCs.

Reader inserts:

It seems like 99% of the stuff out there is alpha!maleSPNcharacter x omega!femalereader though there are a few exceptions and to me they are always awesome.

If you are going to start reading ABO reader inserts on tumblr, then you need to start with the queen of ABO @kittenofdoomage. Her masterlist is well laid out, and labels all of her ABO, and she has way too many to link to all of them, but if Kitten wrote it, it’s great. Also most of her stuff is on AO3 too. I will link to my favorite Resonance, its Omega!Dean x Alpha!FemaleReader so that kinda always has a soft spot for me.

Another big writer on tumblr @ilostmyshoe-79 has recently started writing some ABO. Claimed Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader, Seven Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader, Heat Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader, When You Least Expect It Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader. And she has an Alpha!Sam, Beta!Dean, Omega!Reader series (I have linked to the last part so it has the links to the rest of it) Threes Company

The lovely @winchesterprincessbride has three great Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader series (all linked to the last part) Doctor Doctor Can’t You See I’m Burning Up, Keep You Safe, and my personal favorite: None of Your Business

Sundae @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid has my favorite ABO drabble, it’s very vague on who the alpha is, so you can imagine anyone. She is my Omega Alpha x Omega!Reader. She also has two other ABO one shots: Primum Tempus Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader; Beta!Sam x Omega!Reader, and Pups for Mother’s Day Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader

@divinitycas has a great series called A Study in Submission  Alpha!Reader x Omega!Cas, but she says that she is deleting her blog after New Years so read it fast! (Please don’t delete!)

Rachel @mysupernaturalfics has three Dreams Alpha!Michael x Omega!Reader, Cold As Ice Alpha!Lucifer x Omega!Reader, and Alpha and Omega Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader

I can’t finish this section without giving a shoutout to myself. I have my ongoing series Alpha Looks Like an Omega that’s Omega!Dean x Alpha!FemaleReader. It still has a long way to go before it’s done, and unfortunately life has been super busy so I haven’t had as much time to work on it as I would like, but I’m hoping to be able to post the next chapter soonish. I also have three other ABOs in my WIPs so keep an eye out for them!

OFCs:

Hel, @helvonasche does OFCs. And they are super fucking hot. The Switch Alpha!Sam, Alpha!Dean, Alpha!Lucifer, and Reader is what she did for our joint “100 follower tell us what to write thingie” and because she is a beast and a much faster writer than myself, not only has she already posted hers (which I have not, but it’s almost done I swear!) but instead of doing a one shot as we planned she turned it into a series. I linked to the final part here, but you HAVE to read it in order. There is a little plot mixed in with the porn so don’t spoil it for yourself.

Hel also has an Alpha!Sam x Omega!OFC one shot too. Almost Too Late Alpha!Sam x Omega!OFC. Plus I know she is working on a bunch more ABO so you should totes follow her.

Ships:
Destiel:

Destiel is my OTP so I have more destiel recs than anything else. Most of these are on AO3 and are long fics.

So not to reinvent the wheel @diminuel already has a fantastic fic rec list for only Alpha!Dean x Omega!Cas I have also read all of them and would recommend.  Like for real. When I was compiling fics on this list, a bunch of them were already on this list so I took them off.

If you don’t mind reading a WIP @ltleflrt has a fantastic long fic No Words  that she is working on. Every chapter has me at the edge of my seat, and this last one really just turned up the angst and plot. Its Alpha!Cas x Omega!Mute!Dean. I love everything that she writes, but this one is turning into one of my favorites.

I have recently discovered @omegadeanlovesalphacas who writes a bunch of Omega!Dean x Alpha!Cas one shots. They are all kinky as hell so always heed the tags.

Three Things by Paperann Alpha!EndVerse!Cas x Omega!Dean deals with a lot of drugs and the recovery from addiction. Of course they just can’t keep their hands off each other.

Into Your Hideaway by thepinupchemist  Alpha!Cas x Omega!Dean Dean is pregnant and was kidnapped and forced into prostitution. Doctor Cas saves him. It’s one of the highest rated ABO fics on AO3 for a reason, read it.

Grey by Valinde (Valyria) Alpha!Cas x Omega!Dean Official summary: “In a world where people don’t see in color until they find their true mate, the first thing Dean sees when he pulls himself out of his grave is the blue sky. When Castiel raised him from the Pit, he inadvertently claimed Dean as his mate.”

Real Slick Dean by trilliath Alpha!Cas x Omega!Dean Cas has been overdosed with a street drug the puts him into a Fuck or Die Rut. He has been buying Dean’s slick to help him thru his ruts and when he accidentally meets Dean for the first time when this rut hits, his body thinks Dean is his. Dean decides to be nice and help Cas out.

Cynophobia by destieljunkie Alpha!Dean x Omega!Cas. Cas has tried to minimize his contact with the world as much as possible, and only wants to be left alone. Protective Dean changes that.

Tor-Valen by Savaial Alpha!Cas x Omega!Dean Dean is a known troublemaker, Cas buys him anyways. Set in a weird timeline, where it’s the future, but most technology is lost. Like living on a plantation in the wild west with lots of Asian influences.

Typecast by mnwood Alpha!Cas x Omega!Dean they are cast in a movie as lovers, but play the opposite orientations.  Most people (even Cas) think that movie star Dean is actually an Alpha as he has been hiding his Omega status his entire career. 

Omega 451 by TheIttyBitty Alpha!Dean x Omega!Cas. Cas is super young in this fic at first (and nothing sexual happens until he gets older, but is still underage) and Dean is much older. Sam and Jess buy Cas from an Omega Training Center to help Dean clean the house and keep him company. Cas and Dean end up helping each other more than they realize.

Why do I go to extremes? by zation Alpha!Cas x Human!Dean. So this one goes with more of the werewolf origins of ABO. Cas is a were, Dean is human, sex between them is taboo; but Dean still has an Alpha kink. Dean saves Cas, Cas becomes possessive over Dean.

The Retraining of Dean Winchester by deanwithwings Alpha!Cas x Omega!Dean. In a world where Omegas have no rights, Dean was pretending to be an Alpha but when he gets caught he gets sent to a traditional Japanese style school (like for geishas) to learn how to be a “proper” omega.

Eucalyptus by xHaruka17x Alpha!Dean x Omega!Cas. Officer Winchester saves prostitute Cas and his baby. But plot twists and angst ahead. 

Unwritten by PorcupineGirl Alpha!Dean x Alpha!Cas. You don’t see to many Alpha x Alpha fics, and I love this one! They scent bond upon first meeting, but work gets in the way so they separate, and keep in contact and form a much deeper bond before meeting for a second time. 

Buying an Alpha by xHaruka17x Alpha!Dean x Omega!Cas. All Alphas serve in the military and Omegas register to “buy” them after their service is complete. Alphas are rare, and Cas’ brother signs him up to buy one.

Other Ships:

Luci @lucibae-is-dancing-in-hell writes some fantastic ABO. Check out Community Relations Alpha!Michael x Alpha!Lucifer x Alpha!Cas x Alpha!Gabriel x Omega!Sam, this orgy is hot as fuck.  Also check out her Strong and Independent Alpha!Sam x Omega!Lucifer series.

Actual Research:

If you want to do some actual research on ABO others have already done so.  Obviously if you want to know the basic “rules” (there really are no hard and fast rules per say as I have read many fics that do things differently) start with Kitten’s ABO Rules

There is also this great really funny tongue and cheek ABO Primer on AO3, and has some good definitions of terms as well as a little history about ABO.

Someone has also tried to “science” ABO: A/B/O: Adventures in Fake Science

Someone did a History of ABO: The nonnies made them do it!

And there’s also Sex and Gender: A Biological and Social Guide to the Omegaverse.

So yeah I might have gone a little overboard, but as you know ABO is my jam. Hope this helps with your research for writing your fic for my ABO Birthday Challenge! I’m very excited to see all the fics and I sure that they will all make this list if I were to make it again in 3 months!

That One Dreadful Call

Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 974

Warnings: ANGST (which isn’t a shocker with me anymore) 

A/N: Here’s your Daddy!Jensen angst!!! I hope you all enjoy it…there may be a part two or I may just be a bitch and leave it like this lol anyways thanks to @mamapeterson for the beta and feedback is gratefully appreciated!!!

Jensen couldn’t stop smiling. While waiting for the set to be prepared again he started thinking about you and your four year old daughter who looked exactly like you, but had his eyes. He had everything he could have ever wanted and more. Ever since marrying you, you had truly made him a better man and he could never stop showing you how much he appreciates and loves you. Last night was one of those nights, after Olivia fell asleep, you were all his and everything was completely perfect. Jensen actually felt himself starting to blush as he started thinking about last night in such a public place. He was brought out of his thoughts by the directors booming voice, rubbed the back of his neck, and made his way back to his marker.

Many takes later it was finally lunch time and also around the same time you would pick Olivia up from pre-K. Which would result in him getting a FaceTime call of the two of you as you drove back home. All throughout lunch Jensen was constantly checking his phone, so much that Jared noticed, “Hey man, she probably just forgot or got busy with the teacher or something. Don’t sweat it.”

“Do you think I should call just to be sure?”

Jared shook his head, “Nah, I’m telling you everything is fine.

“But she always calls, this isn’t just something she would all of a sudden forget to do.”

“I know, which is why I’m saying something else must have come up to where she couldn’t FaceTime you.” Jared’s head lifted when he heard the director’s voice once again. Slapping the side of Jensen’s arm he gave him a reassuring smile, “Come on, back to work we go.”

Jensen gave a nod of his head as he stuffed his cell phone back into his pocket, he’d find out why he didn’t get his call when he got home tonight. Jared was probably right, it was most likely nothing and Jensen was just overreacting. But then again if you did have something else to do…why didn’t you just send him a quick text? He shook his head and brushed it off as he walked back onto set, immediately transforming into Dean Winchester.


Jensen went about the rest of his day without a single call or message from you still. Now he was really starting to get worried. He moved you here to Vancouver with him so he could always be with you and never miss a moment of Olivia growing up. Even though he was about an hour away you still talked to him like you still lived in Austin, he was your best friend and you were his. So to go all day without hearing anything from you…really made him nervous.

It was at the beginning of the final scene, one more hour till he got to go home, when his phone finally rang. The director wasn’t all that happ,y but Jensen answered it anyways, waving off the director, “Y/N, babe, why haven’t you called me all day? Is something wrong?”

Jensen heard sniffling along with little whimpers and his brow scrunched together, that wasn’t you, “Olivia? Baby girl, where’s mommy?”

She whimpered one last time before Jensen heard someone else whispering to her, “Olivia, is that mommy? Can you hand her the phone?” This was when Jensen really started to panic and he wasn’t sure what was going on. He felt Jared’s hand on his shoulder with a questioning look but he just gave him the ‘hold on’ finger.

“D-Daddy…t-the mean man t-told me dat m-mommy can’t t-talk right now…dat y-you gotta find us. C-Come find us daddy…I-I scared….” He heard her starting to cry again as she pleaded for him to help her. His heart dropped, his stomach twisted into a knot, and he could feel his throat starting to close up. His little girl was calling out to him to help her and save her and he had no idea where you or her even were.

“Liv…tell me who has you and daddy will be right there!” He waited barely a second and he didn’t hear her voice or her whimpers anymore. “Liv! Olivia!” Jensen shut his eyes and some tears escaped just as another voice spoke through the phone.

“Jensen! Hey buddy, how’s it hanging?!”

“J-James?” That’s all Jared needed to hear and he pulled away from Jensen and started to call the police on his cell phone.

Jensen heard this blood curdling laugh on the other end, “You sound so surprised! I told you that you’d be seeing me again! Looks like someone didn’t believe me!” James said in a sing song taunting tone that made Jensen shudder..  

“You tell me where you have them and we can settle this right now. James, you give me back my family!” Jensen’s voice broke as his knees gave out. “Please. I’ll give you anything you want, just give me my family back.”

“Ya know…as tempting as that is…and let me tell ya, having you offer up anything that I want is really really tempting…I’m gonna have to pass. We haven’t had our fun just yet! Toodles Jay!” James started laughing again and Jensen couldn’t stop the furious tears as he heard those last two words and then there was nothing at all except for the cruel dial tone heckling him. Jensen screamed and then threw his fist into the ground not caring about the pain that just erupted throughout his arm. Jared rushed over and slung an arm around Jensen’s shoulders, pulling his friend into his body as Jensen gave in and cried.

“We’ll get ‘em back Jay…we’ll get ‘em back,” Jared promised, waving away several people that had come over, asking what was happening.

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Complicated

Characters:  Dean x Reader, Sam 

Summary:  Dean gets a little jealous/turned on watching reader hustle pool.

Word Count:  2200

Warnings:  Smut, Language

Tags are at the bottom.  As always, feedback is welcomed and appreciated.

Originally posted by kissabledeanw

Complicated

I watch her from across the bar, from the booth Sam and I snagged by the wall. She knows my eyes are on her, it’s part of the thrill. It’s her night to hustle pool, she insists on contributing. I know she can handle herself, but I get kinda protective watching her.  

And jealous. I mean, I know it’s part of the con, the way she leans over that table, the way her breasts press together when she lines up a shot. The way she giggles and smiles and teases her marks.  

She told me once that there were two rules for a woman hustling pool. First, make sure the guy you’re hustling feels like he can easily beat you. Building their confidence is key. Second, make them feel like they have a shot at fucking you. Follow those two rules and you’re golden, she said. Every fucking time.

Men underestimate her when she’s in the short skirt and the tank top with plunging neckline. If I’ve learned one thing in this life, it’s never underestimate a woman. She proves the rule. Sam and I always keep a close eye on her, because there’s always that one guy that pushes a little too hard, a little too fast, gets a little too handsy.

She’s never needed us for backup, but it never fails to make my blood boil when they put hands on her. She lets them, it’s part of the game. They’ll wrap an arm around her waist or line up behind her to “help” her with a shot. I know it’s all part of the hustle, but it makes me feel a little crazy. And it makes me horny as fuck.

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Annoying Dean

I have no clue where this came from. Thanks to a medical diagnosis, steroids and a badly timed coffee, I was bouncing off the walls today and with that energy this came out…

Warnings: energy out the wazoo, unbeta’d, smut talk I think, fluff, if you have siblings or friends who can’t appreciate a sleep in - sorry!
Word Count: 1329

Originally posted by dive-into-the-spidey-life

“Deany, bo-beany, Ma-meany, Deany, sashimi, key-me, so-steamy, Deany!” I sung, jumping up and down on his bed, narrowly avoiding his calves as I landed and bounced up again.
“Piss off.” Dean groaned, ripping the pillow out from under his head and smothering his face with it, pulling it tight around his ears.
“Get up, Deany!” I huffed, how did kids keep this up for so long? It was tiring jumping up and down on a hard, motel mattress.
“Stop!” He growled, throwing the pillow at me, adding another annoyance to his morning. I caught it and integrated it into my athletic routine, smacking it against his chest as I jumped.

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Don’t Tell My Boyfriend

Characters: Gabriel x Reader, Sam, Dean 

Warnings: Injury to reader

A/N: Based off of this imagine  @seenashwrite gave me a nudge to write it, so I did. Beta’d by the super duper amazing @thinkwritexpress-official 

credit goes to nikkispn for gif. :) 

Masterlist 


“I am not going to be the one to pray for him.”

The Winchester brothers stared at you in silence. They both knew that if they were the ones to tell Gabriel, he wouldn’t hesitate in smiting the two of them.

Dean was the one to finally break the silence and the stare off, “Y/N you have to be the one to tell him.”

You shook your head profusely at them, “No way,” you looked at the cast that was now on your right leg and then looked at the cast that held your elbow together, “I’m already on a short leash when it comes to hunting. Apparently I’m ‘reckless’ and don’t think of my own safety.” With your unharmed hand you made finger quotes.

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Two Rooms

Title: Two Rooms – Warmth Series Part Four

Characters/Pairing: Dean x Female!Reader, Sam (mentioned)

Word Count: 2030

Warnings: Some kissing, implied future smut.

Summary: It’s the final part in the series, I don’t want to spoil anything!

Author’s Note: Wow, the final part! I can’t thank you guys enough for all the sweet things you’ve said about this series, I had a great time writing it, and I hope the final part is everything you were hoping it would be! And I’m sorry if the ending feels a little rushed, I was pressed for time this weekend. Enjoy, guys :)

Read the Previous Parts: Two Beds | Two Shirts | Two Keys

If you would like to read any of my other fics please check out my Masterlist!

*Gif is not mine, all gifs used on my blog are from Google Images.*

     After eating another pathetic excuse for dinner with the boys and deciding where you were headed next - deeming it a pointless trip to have come so far and only do one hunt in the area - you gathered your things, the second motel key off the table, and limped out of the room to go find your own. Which was, as it turns out, even smaller and more frigid than the last one.

     The cold air hit you like a brick as you stumbled out of the motel room, using the wall for support and dragging your duffle bag behind you through the freshly fallen snow. Dean had, of course, tried to help you with your bag and get you safely to your new room, but you’d turned down his offer and opted to do it yourself, your newly stitched leg screaming in protest with every clumsy step. When you got to your lonely little room you collapsed on the bed with a groan.

     Ever since you had started hunting with the boys you’d always gotten your own room, every time without fail, and it never fazed you in the least. You enjoyed the quiet, gratefully took the seldom found privacy, and couldn’t imagine a worse fate than having to share an already cramped and more often than not dirty motel bathroom with two men. You were happy with the arrangement – or, as happy as a hunter could be when bouncing around from one dive to the next. But now? You just felt lonely.

     The room was too quiet. You found, to your surprise, that you didn’t mind giving up some of that privacy if you were giving it in favor of being near Dean. Even sharing the amenities was something easily avoidable if you managed to wake up before the Winchesters. You liked sharing a room with them – you liked sharing a room with Dean.

     And you missed him.

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Somebody’s Baby

Originally posted by dean-sam-winchesterbros

I was listening to the radio on the way to work the other day and this song came on, inspiring this little Dean x Reader ficlet. Enjoy!

“Hey, Barry. Check out this little miss.”

The middle-aged man nudged the man at the bar counter next to him. Barry turned to see a young woman in the doorway, looking around, as unsure as they had seen anyone in a while. Stepping just inside the doorway, she took her mobile from her purse and dialed a number.

“Dean,” Barry said, “check out this girl. Bet you take her home tonight.”

But Dean was on the phone, not paying attention. Barry rolled his eyes and turned back to the woman at the door. She was looking around again, still on the phone. Neither of the two older men could quite focus on where their conversation had trailed off before this woman had caught their attention.

She took a few more tentative steps into the bar, still on the phone and searching around for the person she was presumably meeting.

Barry punched Dean in the shoulder. “You don’t get off the phone, you’re gonna miss a helluva shot, Winchester.”

But Dean just held up a hand and turned his back to the two older men. They just rolled their eyes and turned their attention back to the woman.

“Damn,” the first man said, shaking his head as she ended her phone call and made way for the bar with purpose. “She must be somebody’s baby.”

Dean finally turned around, and smiled at the approaching woman. As you headed in his direction, Dean held out his arm and slipped it around your waist. He kissed you lightly, then helped you onto the barstool next to him.

Before giving you his full attention, Dean turned back to Barry and the other man. “You’re right, boys. She is somebody’s baby – mine.”

You grinned at Dean, kissing him again while the bartender retrieved your drink.

Two Keys

Title: Two Keys – Warmth Series Part Three

Characters/Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam

Word Count: 2100

Reader Gender: Female

Warnings: The reader is injured, stitches, mentions of a body, blood, some swearing.

Summary: The Reader comes home from the hunt injured and Dean stitches her up.

Author’s Note: Woohoo, part three! I’m still blown away by all the lovely comments you guys are leaving about this series, I’m so happy you’re enjoying it! And before you read this please remember that there’s still one more part (that might be out this weekend?) before you freak out *slips ominously into the shadows*

Please send me an Ask or add yourself to This List if you want to be tagged in the final part of this!

Read the previous parts here: Two Beds (Part 1), Two Shirts (Part 2)

If you would like to read any of my other fics please check out my Masterlist!

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     Eventually you did get up, leaving the warmth and comfort of the bed – and Dean – and dragging two grumpy Winchesters out the door, resigning them to your same chilly fate. You made sure to be dressed and ready to go before Sam woke up, not wanting him to get any premature ideas about something going on between you and his brother - not when you didn’t even know if there was anything to get ideas about. You didn’t even know if you wanted there to be.

     You still held strong in your belief that getting involved with a hunter was a bad idea, that it would only end in heartbreak for both involved. But despite that, despite the fact that you’d consoled friends more times than you could count after the loss a loved one on a hunt gone wrong, you couldn’t shake your feelings for Dean. Couldn’t shake the idea that he might feel the same way.

     And if he did, didn’t you owe it to yourself to try?

     At any rate, you had more pressing issues at the moment – like, for example, the four long, bleeding gashes running down your leg.

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    “Whatcha doin’?”

     You jumped as your boyfriend’s head appeared above your shoulder, hovering over you and surveying your spread of polish and paper towels on the coffee table. You turned and threw a smile in his direction. “Painting my nails.”

     Dean scrunched up his face and leaned down to pick up a bottle of metallic, dusty rose nail polish, spinning it in his fingers thoughtfully. “Why? You’re a hunter, you know it’s just gonna get messed up.”

      “I know, but I like it. It relaxes me.”

     Dean threw himself down behind you at that, settling his legs on either side of your hips and pressing his chest to your back. “I thought I relaxed you,” Dean whispered, breath brushing your ear as his rough hand slid down your arm.

     Your eyes fluttered shut and you leaned back into Dean, savoring your boyfriend’s touch and getting lost in his sent. Then you got hit with a whiff of that oh so chemically nail polish smell and managed to snap yourself out of your Dean-induced daze. “You do,” you said in hushed tones, “but I still wanna finish this, so stop distracting me!”

     The hand on your arm rescinded and wound around your waist instead, Dean’s chin resting on your shoulder as he watched the delicate strokes of your brush, coating your bare nails in the same color he’d picked up earlier – that is, until he decided he wanted to do it himself.

     “Hey … can I try that?” Dean asked.

     You didn’t even look up from what you were doing. “… Try what, hun?”

     “Painting your nails, can I try it?”

     This time you straightened and turned. “What?” you asked, confusion clear in your voice. “Why do you wanna do that?”

     “I don’t know, you said it relaxes you and it just looks so … smooth, and inviting.”

     You cocked an eyebrow. “Smooth and inviting?”

     “I don’t know, okay!” Dean looked flustered and maybe a little embarrassed. “I just wanna try. So can I, or not?”

     You smiled and closed your hand around his, squeezing reassuringly. “You painting my nails or yours?” Dean leveled a glare at you. You held up your hands in mock surrender, a small laugh escaping your lips. “My nails, got it.”

     You tried to stand up so you could sit facing Dean, giving him a better angle to work with, but he held you in place and pulled you further into his chest, reaching around you instead and caging you in with his arms. “Are you sure you don’t want me to … ?”

     “Sit still,” Dean mumbled, “the master is working.”

     You rolled your eyes and smiled, settling into Dean’s right side and giving him a better view of your unpainted left hand. His free arm tightened around your waist as he brought the shaky, too saturated polish brush to your waiting nail with his other.

     “Dean, you’re doing it backwards - you’re supposed to go towards the tip, not from it.”

     “Shh …” He dropped a giant glob of pink on your skin. “Master. Working. Silence.”

     This time you stifled your laugh as Dean dragged the paint across your nail – and cuticle, and skin – and simply watched the man you loved. Watched the hard lines of concentration on his face, watched the way his tongue darted out from between his lips whenever he would start a new nail. He was beautiful - and loving, and deserved more simple moments like this. Deserved far more than he ever got. So when he finished his lumpy, misshapen masterpiece and asked you how he did, you simply pulled him down to your level and pressed a sweet kiss to his lips.

     “I love you.”


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It’s a Thursday night and you are seated at an enormous table in a public library after hours. And no, you didn’t enter through the front door. The method of entry for you and Sam had been a window around back that Sam had managed to open with his pocket knife. Because that’s how hunters roll.

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“God yes,” I groaned. “Can we go now?” I said as Dean kissed my neck. 

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“No offense, but Lisa is a total bimbo. What were you thinking?” I had to ask.

He had the good grace to blush a little. “She was easy to please and I didn’t have to work very hard.”

I stared in his eyes. “Are you sure you’re ready for me, Dean? I’m complicated, and if you want me, you’re gonna have to work for me.”

Dean’s eyes burned with heat, and he jumped off the steps so fast I almost fell out of his lap.  He grabbed my hand and practically dragged my through the backyard, stopping in front of Sam and Jess.

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“For what?” I whispered back.

“It’s about time Dean had someone on his side.”  She told me, smiling.

We said the fastest goodbyes in history, and as he pulled me to the Impala, he grinned at me.“For the record, I’ve been ready since I saw you in the bar, Y/N.’

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