talking in the impala

Heat

Author: theweirdymcweirderson

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester

Relationships: Dean Winchester×Reader

Word count: 3982

Warnings: Smut, Dirty Talk, Dirty Thoughts, Sex on Baby, Outdoor Sex (there’s nobody around though), Kissing, Biting, Teasing, Sexual Frustration, Sexual Tension, Dom!Dean, Dom!Reader, Rough sex, Mechanic!Dean, EXPLICIT GIFS AND PICS

Summary: Dean is working on Baby and the Reader joins him to keep him company, but things get a little more heated than expected.

Notes: Okay, so…this happened *grin* Let me know what you think about it guys, and as usual, enjoy! *kisses* FORGOT TO TELL YOU, THIS IS A THANK YOU TO ALL OF THE 500 AMAZING CUTIES THAT FOLLOW ME, LOVE YA, GUYS! ♡♡♡♡♡ Also, I know the gifs don’t really fit the plot perfectly, but it was the best I could find

DISCLAIMER: the gifs and pics are NOT mine

Tags: None

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You yawned, pulling the tank top down your stomach, before you grabbed a pair of the shortest shorts you owned and wore them.

It was hot as hell lately, and while you knew Sam would be gone for the day; you also knew that Dean was still wandering around the bunker, which meant you had to put on something.

Walking down the hall, you immediately decided to put your hair in a high ponytail cursing the way it stuck to your skin, managing to make you feel even hotter than you already did.

Usually the bunker’s temperature kept a bearable level, and you just couldn’t stand how the air conditioning had decided to break down exactly during the hottest week of August.

The first thing you did when you reached the kitchen, was grab a freezing bottle of water and gulp it down; you knew it wasn’t the smartest thing to do, since you’d just woken up, but you didn’t care.

You didn’t feel like eating, so you just took a fruit and wandered around the bunker to find Dean. You’d looked everywhere but you couldn’t find him, until you realized he was probably outside working on Baby.

“Hey!” He lifted his head as your voice reached him over the music blasting from the Impala’s speakers, “Oh, hey! Still can’t cope with the heat, huh?” He eyed you up and down, subconsciously licking his lips.

“Yeah, I can’t understand how you do it, man! I feel so hot, I’m suffocating” Your fingers pulled at your tank top, trying to unstick it from your heated body.

‘Oh, you are hot, alright. So damn hot!’ He smiled at his thought, wishing he could just tell you what he was really thinking about you, “Hang on in there, Sammy’ll fix the a.c. as soon as he’s back”

You nodded, smiling to him as you walked towards where he was standing, “So, how’s your patient doing?” He gave you a dirty look to which you just chuckled; you loved to tease him, especially about Baby.

“It’s not funny, (Y/n). She’s been doing some weird noises and I will find out what’s wrong with my sweetheart” As much as you loved to tease him, you couldn’t help but admire his love and commitment towards his car.

“I know you’ll figure it out, you always do” A proud, smug grin appeared on his face at your encouragement and you patted his back, feeling your heart race at how sexy he looked under the hood.

“Uhm, do you need some help? I’m not an expert, but I can follow instructions” A pretty vivid image of you following his instructions popped in Dean’s head, the only thing was that they weren’t about fixing Baby, and the both of you were wearing far lesser clothes.

“Uh…no, it’s okay for now, I’ll let you know if I need something” You nodded, and he turned to flash you a cute, little smile, “Won’t turn down your company, though” He accompanied the statement with a wink, and you smiled, sitting on the cooler.

Not even ten minutes had passed since you’d sat down, that your mind was already clouded with fantasies involving the elder Winchester. Your eyes were following the rippling muscles of his back, moving under the thin layer of his gray, fitting t-shirt.

His broad shoulders attracting your attention, before it was drawn by his strong arms. You fantasized about gripping and digging your nails into his biceps, as his lips kissed down your neck, making you sigh in pleasure.

Your cheeks turned red when you realized you had indeed sighed, and you thanked God that Dean didn’t seem to notice. Your hands fanned your face, as you tried to compose yourself at least a little.

‘Seriously, (Y/n)? C'mon, get it together, he’s just a man! A very handsome, sexy, hot, strong man…’ You were sure if you’d been a cartoon, you would’ve had heart eyes at the moment, but you brushed it off and got up.

You opened the cooler and, just as you were expecting, you found some nice, cold and inviting beers; you grabbed two and walked to Dean, “Beer?”

He lifted himself up from under the hood, and swiped his hand across his forehead to clean the small droplets of sweat that had formed there. Some grease stained his face, and you giggled, cleaning it off yourself.

He laughed with you, cleaning his greasy hands on the rug he had been using, and you handed him his bottle, “Thanks, sweetheart” Shivers ran down your spine at his husky, smoky tone and you smiled, nodding and opening your bottle.

Your lips touched the cool glass, and you gulped down some of the refreshing liquid, sighing in relief. Dean on the other hand, hadn’t even opened his beer yet, he was too focused on you to be able to think straight.

He watched your lips, envying the bottle, wishing it was his lips touching yours instead. He knew they would feel great on his; he remembered how soft and plump, and just perfect they’d felt each time you’d pressed them to his cheeks.

His eyes then moved down, following the curve of your neck. He wondered how you’d react if he kissed and licked every inch of it; how you’d look if he took his times and marked you up, making sure everyone knew you were his and his only.

He was about to let his eyes scan the rest of your body, when you spoke and his eyes snapped up to lock on yours, “This is the best thing ever” He cleared his throat and smiled, “Yeah…totally”

Dean didn’t know if you were aware of the effect you had on him; didn’t know if you’d noticed the way he stared at you, or purposefully brushed your skin every time he had the chance, but he sure as hell hoped you hadn’t.

He flirted with you, every single second since you’d met, and you always flirted back, but you did the same thing with his little brother, so he guessed you weren’t really interested in him.

Everything you did was driving him crazy: your laugh, your voice, the way you bit your lip when focused on something, or your little affectionate touches for him and his brother, your scent, even your walk was too much to bear at times.

Just like now for example, as he watched you swaying your hips, the same hips he’d fantasised on gripping so many times; as he stared at your ass confined in those tight shorts of yours; the only thing he could think about was taking you right there and then.

You turned around then to sit back on the cooler and Dean was glad that he’d placed it close enough for him to still be able to see every single detail of yours.

You smirked at him, and he didn’t know if you’d guessed what he was thinking about or what, but he didn’t care because that smirk you shot him, had to be the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.

He swallowed the dryness in his mouth, if he wasn’t feeling hot earlier, he definitely was now. You tipped your head back, bringing the bottle back to your lips and he almost, almost groaned at the sight.

A drop of the condensed water fell on your collarbone and he licked his lips as his eyes hungrily followed its trail, ‘Son of a bitch! She’s gonna be the death of me…’

Dean bit on his lower lip when the drop disappeared between your breasts, and he knew that he’d never had any idea to what strength was, until he had to watch you without touching.

He opened his own bottle now, gulping down half of it, cause he needed something, anything, to stop him from walking the distance between the two of you and tear your clothes apart.

Dean brought his eyes back on you, and for a second he could’ve sworn that you were staring at him while licking your lips, but he brushed it off, cause he knew it was just his mind playing, yet, another trick on him.

“How come you always wear jeans? I mean, you gotta be hot, why not go for shorts?” He smiled, it wasn’t the first time you’d asked him that, “That’s cause I’d never look half as good as you do, sweetheart!”

He loved the barely visible blush that coated your cheeks whenever he complimented you somehow, and he probably loved even more the shy smile that etched on your lips as you looked away.

“Now, as much as I’d love to just stand here and keep staring at you in that little outfit of yours, I really gotta find out what’s wrong with Baby!”

You flashed him another shy smile, and he winked at you before downing the rest of his beer and turning back to duck under the hood of his car.

You bit your lip watching his bow legs; you loved his legs. The strong thighs hiding underneath his dark blue jeans always had you fantasising about him taking you against a wall, supporting both of your bodies with little to no effort.

And then there was his ass; his perfectly shaped ass. You’d lost count of the amount of times you’d dreamt of digging your nails into the firm flesh, urging him to go deeper inside of you.

Your body temperature rose with every second that you stared at him working on the car; each dirty thought that crossed your mind, making you slicker.

You closed your eyes, imagining his rough hands kneading your body, gripping tightly onto you as your back arched and you moaned his name.

“There’s something stuck in there. Damn it! I can’t reach it” His voice brought you back to reality and you drew in a shuddering breath, trying to compose yourself before you walked up to him.

“Where is it? My hand’s smaller, maybe I can help?” You stood by his side, and he turned his head to look at you; green eyes focusing on your face.

You shamelessly stared at the bulging muscles in his arms, covered in grease just like his t-shirt was, making him look right down delicious. Dean straightened up, giving you a better view at the expanse of his chest.

“-(Y/n)? You with me or what?” Your eyes snapped up to lock on his green ones, and he smirked, “I’m sorry, what were you saying?”

“The piece’s stuck there! If you can’t reach it it’s okay, I don’t want you to hurt yourself, you hear me?” You nodded, winking at him with a smile.

He stepped aside, and you bent under the hood, stretching your hand to reach the object you had to take out. Dean was standing a few feet behind you; eyes focused on your ass.

Your extremely short shorts, gave him the best view ever, leaving nothing to the imagination as you bent over and your ass stuck out in his direction.

His eyes followed the curve of your back, an image of you naked in his bedroom as he took you in the same position popped in his head, and he had to turn around to actually calm himself a little. 

Dean soon understood it was useless, cause the picture was now seared in his memory, and he decided to just turn back to you; resuming his contemplation of your body.

“I got it, but it’s like really, really stuck! I need a hand, Dean!” He didn’t answer you, and you frowned, snapping your free hand over your shoulder to get his attention.

“No, yeah, sorry, I’m here! What-what do you need?” He moved to stand behind you, making sure to leave some space between your bodies, “I can’t do it on my own, I need you to pull with me!”

Dean took in a deep breath, catiously bending his body over yours; his scent filling your senses and making you bite back a moan, as you felt his strong muscles coming into contact with your own.

You sank your teeth in the plush skin of your bottom lip, catching your breath when he placed one hand next to yours and the other one gripped your wrist, ready to pull whenever you said the word.

“Okay, one…” He smiled against your neck, but you couldn’t see it from the position you were in, “Two…” His voice was a gruff, hoarse whisper in your ear and you couldn’t stop yourself from shuddering.

Hoping that he wouldn’t read too much into the reaction you were having from his proximity, you drew in a deep breath, “Three!” You both pulled and you managed to get the piece that was stuck.

You stumbled back, and you were sure you would’ve landed on your ass if it hadn’t been for Dean’s sturdy body behind you, and his arms around your waist keeping you steady.

“Woah, thanks for that!” He chuckled, his breath fanning along your neck and down your spine, sending shivers throughout your whole body, “I’m the one who should be thanking you! You fixed my Baby!”

You both shifted your eyes on the plastic remainder of what could have been, well you had no idea what that thing could have been in the past, the only thing you knew was that it got stuck in Baby somewhere along the way.

“What the hell is even that?” You looked up at Dean, who was frowning down at the greasy object in your hand, “I have no idea, it was stuck in your car not mine, buddy!”

You let out a small chuckle, your stomach vibrating under Dean’s hand and making him shift his green eyes on you. You felt him tightening his arm around your waist, and looked up.

“Please, tell me if you’re feeling this, too. Cause, damn, it’s been driving me out of my mind, (Y/n)! It’s just-say the word and I’ll stop…” You kept silent for a second, weighing the pros and cons.

But then again, this was Dean Winchester you were talking about, the pros undoubtedly outnumbered the cons. You gently took in your hand the arm that was keeping you secured in his hold, and turned to face him.

“What would you do if I felt it, too?” A deep groan left his lips, before they were crashing on your own as he walked you back until your ass found his car.

He blindly closed the hood, never breaking the kiss and you moaned when he picked you up and sat you on it; the warm metal of the car sticking to the flesh of your bare thighs.

“Did I ever tell you how much I love these shorts on you? They make your ass look so damn good!” You tugged on his head, humming absently as you pulled his lips back on yours.

“God, Dean! I want you so bad!” He nodded, trailing kisses along your jaw and down your neck, harshly sucking on your skin and pulling back to watch as a red mark showed on the surface.

He threw away the greasy rug he had been holding, and you watched him for a second, before you were fisting his grey t-shirt and pulling him back against you, craving the feeling of his hard muscles against your own.

“Fuck, you’re sexy, (Y/n)! You have no idea how many times I’ve dreamt of fucking you senseless, baby” You moaned when he whispered the words against your lips; his hands gripping your thighs.

“Gonna take me here, Dean?” You were vaguely aware of the fact that you were outside but you couldn’t bring yourself to care as Dean’s hands roughly kneaded the insides of your thighs.

“I could take you wherever you want, baby girl, it just has to be as soon as possible!” You rolled your hips on his, feeling his erection straining against his jeans and adding to your arousal.

“Here’s fine. Nobody comes around here anyways, right?” You tipped your head back as he hummed his answer, suckling and biting on your supple flesh, while his hands snaked under your tank top.

You lifted your arms up, helping him remove the clothing and silently giving him the permission his eyes were asking for, as if he really needed to ask for any at that point.

His big hands cupped your breasts, squeezing them gently and enjoying the feeling of them, “Mmmhm, they fit perfectly in my hands!” You were about to tell him to move along, but he shut you up.

His full lips wrapped around one hard nipple, tugging on it and making you arch your back closer as mewls of approval fell from your kiss-swollen, parted lips.

You looked down and found him looking up at you, his eyes fixed on every single twitch of pleasure that appeared on your face. He reserved the same treatment to your other nipple, and by the time he was done, you were a dripping mess of need.

Your hands worked to rid him of his shirt, desperately craving the feeling of his hot skin under your hands, and when he finally discarded it, you practically moaned at the sight in front of you.

His forearms and biceps were covered in smudged grease, partly because of you gripping them, and the large expanse of his chest was covered in a sheen layer of sweat, making your core even more slick.

Dean gave you a few moments to look, mostly cause he himself was admiring your bare upper half, before he couldn’t take it anymore and settled between your parted thighs and pulled you flush to him.

You groaned at the sensation of your hard nipples rubbing against his hard chest, your hands going to grip and feel his broad shoulders, while his went to unbutton your shorts.

Your hands followed the curve of his muscles, trailing down his toned pecs and softer abs, until you hooked your fingers in the waistband of his jeans and pulled his hips to yours.

Dean moaned at your actions, hungrily watching as you unbuttoned his jeans and undid the zipper, “Enough with the foreplay. I’m so wet for you, Dean, you’ll slip into me with no problem!”

A deep, long growl bubbled in his chest, and he worked to rid you of your tight shorts, cursing under his breath as it took him more than he expected, “They might be sexy, but they’re a bitch to take off!”

You grinned down at him when he let them fall on the hood next your thigh and pushed down his own jeans, “Uh-uh, the things I do, or wear, to make you hard for me, Dean”

You seductively bit down on your lip, before his lips were claiming your own once more, teeth sinking into your lower one and dragging it roughly.

“Clean, tell me you’re on the pill, cause I really need to be inside your tight, little pussy! Right fucking now!” You nodded, pushing your hips forward on the hood of the car, as Dean tore your panties away.

“Dude!” He flashed you a sheepish grin, while pushing his underwear down, “I’ll make it worth it” You raised an eyebrow at him, “You bett-ffffuck!”

He sank into you, your juices making him slide smoothly inside your core and bottom out, before he stopped to let you both adjust to the feeling, “Shiiit! You’re tighter that I thought, (Y/n)!”

You chocked out something that sounded as an 'I know’, making him let out a breathless chuckle, “God-damn it, Dean, move! Pleeease!” What was supposed to be an order, ended in a moan as Dean slightly rolled his hips.

“Ugh-you feel good, sweetheart” He withdraw his hips, pushing back into you and you both moaned, “Fuck me, Dean, please I need you to!” He complied, working his hips against yours and starting to build up a pace.

His thrust grew harder and faster, your boobs bouncing with each one of them, and making him growl as he latched his lips around a nipple and bit down hard, making you tip your head back in pleasure.

“Damn it! You feel so-ughhh, so…fffuck!” You rolled your hips back onto him, pushing him even deeper inside of you, “Yeah? Like how my little pussy wraps tightly around your big cock, baby?”

Dean growled, the grip he had on your thighs tightening, “If you keep that up, I won’t be able to control myself anymore, (Y/n)!” He snarled the words in your ear, making you shudder.

You smirked to yourself, leaning down to lick at the shell of his ear, “Can you feel that? Can you feel how my walls are stretching to accommodate your huge cock? Ahhh-shit, you’re fucking me so good, Dean!”

He pushed you back until you were lying on the hood, your legs spread wide for him and allowing him the best view, “I warned ya, princess!” As the words left his lips, he began to pound into you.

His hips snapping furiously against your own, the sound of slapping skin filling your ear as he relentlessly thrust his member into your entrance, “Oh, fffuck! Just like that, don’t stop, Dean, p-pleeease!”

Dean bent down, covering your body with his, and sinking his teeth into the spot were your neck and shoulder connected, making you arch your back off the metal to get closer to him.

“You’re such a dirty girl, (Y/n)! Whispering those filthy things into my ear to get me to fuck you harder. This is what you want, baby? This is what you wanted me to do to you?”

Your walls shook around him, every muscle in your body tensing as you felt the tight coil in your belly about to snap, “Yes, yes! Fuck, Deeean! I’m gonna-gonna c-come!”

Dean groaned, pistoning his hips faster and bringing his hand to roughly toy with your clit, “Then come!” Your pussy clamped down on him, nails digging into his biceps as you let go.

You rolled your hips, body shaking under Dean’s, “Sonofa-damn it, princess!” Dean pulled out of you, hurriedly jerking himself, before spurting his hot come all over your thighs.

He collapsed back on top of you, both of you completely spent as you tried to regain your normal breathing, “Well, that finally happened!” He smiled against your shoulder, before placing a kiss onto it.

“Mmmhm, finally!” You closed your eyes, basking in the afterglow and enjoying Dean’s bodyweight on top of yours, “Why the hell did you ask about the pill if you ended up coming all over me anyway?”

He chucked, his chest shaking against yours, “Yeah, well…I just always fantasized about you covered in my come, I think it’s sexy”

Dean shrugged his shoulders as you giggled, before he lifted himself up a little and kissed you, “Look, (Y/n), I don’t know about you, but I’d like to do this again…sometimes, maybe as often as possible?”

He innocently raised his eyebrows at you, grinning down like a little kid, “I don’t want this to be a one time thing, either, Dean” You felt him draw in a relieved breath, before pressing another kiss on your lips.

You pushed him off of you and grabbed your clothes, along with what was left of your panties and started walking away, “Wait! Where you going?” Dean was pulling up his pants when you turned around to him.

“To take a shower, wanna join?” You sent him a wink and turned around, swaying your naked hips inside the bunker, “God, you’re definitely going to be the death of me, (Y/n)!”

He heard your chuckle and smiled, grabbing his clothes and jogging behind you as he made a mental note to clean the imprinted shape of your ass off of Baby’s hood.

Originally posted by justjensenanddean

Pairing: Dean x Female Reader
Rating: M
Warnings: Swearing, mild dirty talk, smut. I have no shame.
Note: Happy late Valentine’s Day; here’s some smut. I didn’t proofread this, so sorry in advance for any errors.

Dean’s wearing that coat again. 

You tried not to stare when he came out of the motel room earlier in the morning, but– okay, you’re only human. 

The worst part is – well, not the worst part – is that he knows how good he looks in it. The whole day he’s been sauntering around, that goddamn smirk on his face, and you can’t decide if you want to punch him, or kiss him.

(You definitely want to kiss him)

“Gotta hit up the library, kid.” He says, getting back in the Impala after he talked to a witness. “We should find out more about the history of that house.”

“Uh huh.” You agree, distracted as you watch him loosen his tie and pull off his coat.

He snaps his fingers in front of you. “Are you listening to me?”

You snort. “You sound like my Mom.”

He glares. “That’s hilarious.”

Dean pulls away from the curb and you watch as he glances in the mirrors and rests his right wrist on the steering wheel, the other arm resting on the window. That’s another thing – whenever he wears this coat, he ends up getting too warm and takes it off halfway through the day, leaving him in a dress shirt with the sleeves inevitably rolled up. Another favorite Dean look.

You’re trying not to stare at the veins on his arms, you really are, but they’re right there

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Ties that Bind pt 11: Back to Wakanda

The sequel to Never Say Never

Pairings: Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader

Warnings: some angst, talk about masturbation

Word Count: 1.2k

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Originally posted by seabasschino

You and Bucky (after multiple knotting sessions to make up for lost time) had discussed in detail his inability to bond. He had an inkling about it sometime during your third month of being in a relationship. That was the time you and Bucky had both exhibited signs of bonding, but it never really happened. It forced him to ask Steve to look into his past records to see if all his brainwashing had truly been undone. As both soldiers dug deeper and deeper into Bucky’s past, they found out that HYDRA had indeed brainwashed him so that he couldn’t bond. Steve and Bucky had then spent the last few months trying to find out exactly how HYDRA had brainwashed him to see if T’challa could help with the reversal.

“Why didn’t you just tell me?” you inquired while running your fingers through Bucky’s hair.

“I was scared you’d leave after you found out I couldn’t bond with you especially since you were getting more and more anxious about it,” he explained.

“Had I known, I would’ve been less anxious,”

“Well I thought I could fix it before it ever became a big problem,”

“You don’t have to solve all our big problems, James. We’re a team,” you said firmly.

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Who’s this?

A/N: This is the first backstory to my series imagine rewrite (I really gotta think of a better name for this). It could also just be taken as a one-shot, whichever floats your boat.

Dean’s age-12

Sam’s age-8

Reader’s age-newborn baby

Middle & bottom gif is from google search

Originally posted by campbellsaunders

“Boys stay in the car for another minute, there’s something I need to talk about with you.” John says to the boys while putting the impala in park next to Bobby’s truck. He was beginning to regret waiting until the last minute to tell the boys about the newest edition to the family.

“Everything okay Dad?” Dean asked from the passenger seat.

“Yeah Dean, everything’s fine, it’s just…do you boys remember Meredith Porter? I went on a few hunts with her in the past.” John asked his boys.

“Yeah Dad of course we remember her. She always cooks real food whenever she’s around; she’s the one who taught Dean how to grill at that one motel that had the outdoor rec. area.” Sam smiled at the memory of acting like a normal family.

“Why do you ask Dad? Did something happen to her?” Dean asked his father with concern written all over his face.

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Thinking of You

Pairing: Jared x Reader

Characters: Clif, Jensen, Rob (mentioned)

Summary: Your sister takes an embarrassing video of you and it turns out to be the best thing that’s ever happened.

Word Count: ~4,800 (sorry, I let it get away from me)

Warnings: fluff, mention of surgery and anesthesia, mention of mild panic attack symptoms, more fluff

A/N: This is an AU, and it’s fiction, so please, just assume Genevieve is off somewhere, happy as a clam with another man. I don’t mean to offend or disrespect her in any way. Last night, I was talking with the incredibly kind soul @scarlet-impala and she told me about her constant Jared crisis. This is the result. 

*A huge, Jared Padalecki-sized hug and thank you to Lennox for letting me use this - her real-life post-surgery story - as inspiration!!


Originally posted by aborddelimpala

Surgery was over. You had just come out of the sleep you were put into via anesthesia. Your brain was jumbled, but one thing was perfectly clear to you - you loved Jared Padalecki. He was the only concise thought you had. Your brained swarmed with how selfless he was, how much he gave to the fans, and how sweet and adorable he acted every time you saw a video of him.

“We don’t deserve Jared Padalecki, he has given us so much,” you mumbled, sounding more drunk than anything.

You didn’t know that your sister had started livestreaming on facebook right before you said it. She wanted to capture every second of your delirium, and unluckily for you, she caught your confession about the giant man you deemed your celebrity crush. She cackled as she ended the stream, watching you fall back asleep in the hospital bed.


The next morning, you woke up to your phone buzzing like someone was calling you. When you picked up your phone, you saw that it was just a constant flow of facebook notifications. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes as you unlocked your phone. You cursed under your breath when you saw the video your sister posted, knowing it was embarrassing.

When you tapped on the video and let the sound flood the small room you were staying in, you wanted to bury yourself under the covers and hide from everyone. Your face had to be beet red by the time you heard yourself crying over Jared. Looking at the caption she’d posted with it made things even worse.

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Supernatural:Together

“I remember when my aunt got pregnant with warewolf baby.My mom and her never got along.”-your friend Kendall wouldn’t stop talking.
You were driving and wishing you would just drive into the first building you see.
Jesus,she couldn’t stop talking.
As you stopped on red light you saw Impala next to you.Two handsome guys were in the Impala,but honestly,you only focused on the car.
You rolled down the window.
“Is that real Chevrolet Impala 67?”
“Yes.”-the guy who drove it smiled back at you.
He was had dirty blond almost brown short hair.Next to him there was a guy reading Harry Potter.He had long brown hair and you noticed dimples on his cheek when he smiled to you.
“What’s your name?”-first guy asked.
You just smiled at him and kept driving as the green light appeared.
“What’s your problem,(Y/N)?They were so handsome.”
“They were probably gay or players.You saw their car.”
“You liked the car.”
“Honestly?I would kill for that car.”
“I would kill for one of those guys.”
You stopped at first diner you saw.
“Finally!I’m starving!”-Kendall said finishing her burger.
“You just ate a burger.”
“So?”
As you two walked in you didn’t notice that you sat in front of two guys from the Impala.
“Hi!What can I get you.”-a waitress came up to with fakest smile ever.
“I would like chocolate pies.What do you want Kendall?”
“I’m sorry,but we’re out of pies.”
“What the fuck?”-you almost yelled at her
“I’m so sorry.”
“It’s just pie (Y/N).”-Kendall tried to calm you down.
“No!I’ve been working 90 hours straight,I deserve some fuckin’ pie!”
“We could get you a burger.”-waitress said.
“A chocolate burger?Yea sure!Just give me scotch…Double!”
“I’ll have a beer,thanks.”-Kendall tried to ligthen up the mood.
Waitress nocited that your neck is totally burned and it’s traced down to your back that’s covered with your shirt and jacket.She also noticed the bruises on your hand and lips.
“Did somebody hurt you?”-she asked.
“No,but somebody will hurt you if you don’t get the scotch they asked you to get.”-you answered back not even looking at her,but looking at Kendall.
Waitress quickly leaved.
The guys from the Impala noticed your scard and bruises.
“You can have mine.I mean it’s not chocolate,but…”-
“I’m fine.”-you cut him off.
“You don’t have to be so rude.”-Kendall said.
“I’m in pain and I don’t have any painkillers…So if I wanna be a bitch,I’ll be a bitch.”
“I see…”-she said looking out the window
“Your fucking scotch is here.”-the waitress’ eyes turned black.
You didn’t even flinched and you stabbed her not even looking at her.
“Did you have to this in fornt of everybody.”
“Oh,who’s everybody?The old man that is pissing right now in front of diner and Winchesters.”
The two of you got up,but the Winchesters blocked the door.
The first guy pulled out a gun.
“What are you?”-he asked pointing gun at you.
“I’m tired,I’m angry and I just wanna get drunk and have some pie!”-you replied
“It’s okay Dean.”-the second guy took his gun.
“I’m Sam,this is Dean.Are you a hunter?
"Yes.”
“I’m too,not that anyone cares.”-Kendall said crossing her arms.
“Who did this to you?”-Sam asked.
“Some British Man of Letter asshole.”
“Why?”-Sam asked putting away his gun.
“Because I killed some of his people.”
“And why the fuck did you do that.”-Dean asked confused
“Man of Letters don’t really solve the problem when it comes to cases with Supernatural creatures.My people always had trouble with yours.For example,you took our bunker.We we’re here before you.”
“Wait there’s other organization?”-Sam asked looking at you then back at Dean.
“He’s here and he brought friends.”-Kendall said pulling out a gun and looking out of the window.
“Where’s the bag with flamethrowers?”-you asked.
“In the car.”
“Dammit,well…Pray.”
“For who?They’re all busy.You know what kind of mess there is in Heaven.
"Fine!Ask somebody from Hell.”
“What is going on?!-Dean yelled.
"Dean!”-Cas appeared.
“Castiel.”-you say
“(Y/N),Kendall.”-he says looking at you two.
“Can you heal me?”
“Sure.Anything for you,(Y/N).”
“I see you took care of them.-Kendall said.
"I didn’t kill them.”-Cas replied.
“So,you just zaped them?Great,they’re gonna come back.”
“Could somebody,please explain to us what’s going on?”-Sam asked.
“I will,Sam.As soon as we get to the bunker.”-you said smiling at them.

|Do you want a part 2?And who do you wanna be pared with?|

12 x 07 Coda

They have been driving for hours and Sam had fallen asleep stretched out in the backseat. Cas is sitting shotgun, with Dean driving. As soon as they had their talk, Crowley vanished after saying something about talking to Rowena.

Dean drives the impala to the shoulder of the road and parks the car, in the middle of nowhere.

“Dean, what are you doing?” Cas asks, cocking his head to the side in confusion.

Instead of replying Dean opens the car door and gestures for Cas to follow him out.

Cas lets out a sigh but does as Dean asks. “Now will you tell me why you have parked the car in the middle of nowhere?”

Dean is leaning against the side of the impala, his arms crossed and his head tilted up looking at the night sky mottled with shining stars. Cas walks over to Dean’s side of the car and takes a look the picture Dean makes. 

The night is still and silent and the sky is beautiful but what takes Cas’s breath away is Dean looking stunning in his faux leather jacket and pants. Dean’s face is drawn and he looks like he is carrying the weight of the world. The perfect picture evokes the chill of despair in Castiel. 

“Dean, it will be alright. You said so yourself, this is what we do.” Cas says, anything to break the tension on Dean’s shoulders.

“That’s not it, man. I’m not worried about Lucifer… Ok, yeah I am but that’s not why I stopped Baby.” Dean turns his head to look at Cas, his eyebrows furrowed.

He licks his lips before saying, “Cas, you cannot run into danger like that sayin’ you are going to sacrifice yourself. What are you doing, man? It ain’t just your fault. We all let Lucifer out. We all need to be ALIVE to get him back in.”

“Dea-” 

“No, listen. What do you think will happen if you go and get yourself killed? You think I will just let you die? I will kill myself before I will let anything happen to you Cas.” Dean says in a rush, breathing hard by the end of it.

Cas lets out a gasp and raises his head to meet Dean’s eyes. Dean’s eyes are open wide and his lashes dark and heavy with tears. 

“You can’t leave me Cas. Don’t think you can get rid of me so easily. I will follow you no matter where you go.”

Dean takes a step forward, coming to stand close to Cas. He lifts up his palms and cradle Cas’s face. He hesitates a second before leaning in to press their lips together. They both stand just like that, Cas frozen in the moment and Dean struggling to contain his emotions. It was a brief chaste kiss, there was no tongues and it wasn’t like in the movies but it conveys everything they feel for each other, everything they were unable to put into words for the last eight years.

Dean leans back and rests his forehead on Cas’s, both sharing the same air. “I love you Cas. Please don’t leave me.”

“I promise Dean.”

                                                         ~The End~

Look at this little shit. That’s an “I told you so” look if I’ve ever seen one. That look tells me that he and Cas have talked about his relationship with the Impala. It’s now my head canon that he and Cas have had many discussions about her. 

Cas didn’t used to understand Dean’s connection to a car. It’s just a car, he would tell Dean. It’s an inanimate object that serves a simple purpose and there are millions of them around. But I bet he sat shotgun as Dean rattled off facts about her speed, size, and power while Cas sat patiently listening (and not really caring) but just happy to be spending time with Dean. I bet Dean told Cas what a chick-magnet his car is (just look at that smug face). And I bet he told Cas stories about her, how many times she saved their lives, how many times he has had to clean blood and monster goo out of her seats, how many nights she was their only roof. And you know Cas read everyone one of Chuck’s books so he finally got it when he read Swan Song. 

So when Dean looks back at Cas with that look that conveys that they’ve talked about this, I just love tiny bits of silent communication between Dean and Cas that remind us how much more there is to their relationship that just what we see. 

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Cas being a YouTube celebrity who uploads book reviews and tutorials for homemade seed bombs. His most popular videos by far are his food vlogs, where he visits famous diners and waxes poetic about their best burgers.

Once he gains a sizable following, his subscribers start asking questions, most of them along the lines of, “Hey, who’s Dean? You’re always talking to him off-camera.” They also ask about the Impala, the “sexy car” that chauffeurs him to all these diners, but it’s Dean who draws everyone’s interest because of the “baby”s and “angel”s and “Both your voices are seriously hot.”

Eventually, Cas films a boyfriend tag, asks his followers to tweet him their questions. The number is a bit overwhelming but Dean holds his hand and says, “Let me answer the tough ones.”

It turns out they’re all harmless and cute, things like “How did you two meet?” and “What do you typically do on your dates?” The last one is “What do you love most about each other?” and that’s when Cas stutters and blushes bubblegum pink. “It’s impossible to choose,” Dean grins toward the camera, “but if I have to then, well… I love how caring you are.” He turns to Cas with his warm, green eyes and crooked smile. “You’ve got more heart than anyone I know,” he adds.

Cas nearly forgets that they’re recording as he mirrors Dean’s smile. “And I love that you accept me no matter how weird or dorky I am.” He’s still flushed when Dean tells him, “Aw, thanks, babe” and presses a kiss to his lips.

The video is his first to hit two million views, and by popular demand, Dean joins his food vlogs and offers his opinions on pies.

Destiel and Sabriel:Safe and sound
  • Dean,Sam,Cas and Gabriel in Impala talking.
  • Dean: Since our job is finished and we're all safe and sound how about we take a crappy motel room?
  • Cas: That won't be smart they might be following us.
  • Dean: Well we're humans and we gotta sleep.We will sleep in Impala then....Dammit!
  • Gabriel: My little bro is right.Don't worry Sam my wings will protect you.
  • Cas: Dean...I might have broken wings and not much of a grace,but i will give my life for you.
  • Dean:
  • Sam:
  • Gabriel:
  • Dean: Shit,Cas and I are taking a room.
“Pick up the damn phone, already!”

WRITING CHALLENGE (:

Prompt: “Pick up the damn phone, already!”

Reader x Dean

Warnings: Smut, Cursing    

Words: 2,350

Dean, Sam and you had been chasing down a nest of vampires for about two weeks. They’d almost slipped through your fingers, until a girl went missing and the three of you were able to track her trail. When it was all over you were more than happy, and practically begged Sam to join you and Dean at the bar for a celebration.

           “Sam, please!” You whined, grabbing his arm. You’d only been working with the Winchesters for the past two months but already you were so close. Sam was like a big brother to you, and Dean… Well, he was different. Over a week ago you two had shared a few beers while sitting in the front of his Impala. The two of you talked about everything, and you were surprised he had so many insightful things to say for a guy who was usually either quiet or acting like a complete dork. You knew that he was charming. You watched him talk girls into his arms all the time, but what surprised you was when it happened to you. One minute you were staring into each other’s eyes and the next you were lip locking. It didn’t go passed that, and part of you was relieved it hadn’t. You knew he didn’t feel the same way about you; you had a major crush on the gorgeous man. Actually, you were head over heels for him. But you didn’t see any way he would like you back. He never hit on you, besides for the occasional flirtatious gesture, which you assumed was in his nature. Plus, all the girls he got with were insanely beautiful, so why would he settle? You felt defeated, so you chose to lock up your feelings and drown them in alcohol. Nearly every night you weren’t on a hunt you went out for a drink, and all those times you’d been accompanied by Sam. Tonight, it seemed like Sam wasn’t in the mood. Dean, however, was.

           “No. I’m way too tired from that nest. I’m about to pass out,” he said, stretching his long arms above his head. You pout, crossing your arms. Dean was standing behind you, ready to leave. The two of you were walking to the bar because it was so close to the motel. That was the reason Dean had wanted to stay here.

           “Fine, I guess you’ll be a loser all alone tonight,” you taunted, turning on your heels. Dean had the door held open, smiling at you on your way out. He closed the door, walking a few steps behind you down the road. Things hadn’t been awkward since you kissed, but things weren’t back to normal, either. It was like he morphed back to the person you’d first met: stone-faced and quiet.

           The further you walked, the closer he got to your side, eventually catching up next to you. The two of you didn’t speak until you were out of the motel’s parking lot.  

           “You look pretty,” Dean said, and you snorted.

           “Thanks, but that can’t be true,” you said. All you were wearing was a pair of jeans and a dark blue V-neck. It wasn’t anything special.

           “It’s true. You’re going to knock them dead at this place,” he said, acting as if you were some sort of little sister. You sighed under your breath, your heart dropping.

           “Thanks,” you said, withdrawing your defenses and taking the complement. The two of you walked the rest of the way in silence, thankfully only taking two more minutes to arrive. There were only a few cars outside, and you were glad it wasn’t so busy- that meant less girls for Dean to hit on in front of you.

           When you walked in, your thought about there being less attractive girls was wrong, there were at least 10 scattered around, all turning in your direction to stare at Dean. He immediately perked up, almost puffing his chest and you wanted to sigh out of aggravation. As you walked over to the bar, you noticed a few guys looking your way, too. Dean took a seat next to you, looking over his shoulder. You quickly ordered a shot, and downed it in a second. You ordered three more, and started feeling the buzz of drunkenness.

           “You might want to slow down, tiger,” Dean said, putting a hand on your thigh. You looked down at his hand, then back up at his face. For a moment you thought the two of you were sharing a connection, but he quickly retracted his hand and turned back to the bar.

As you were ordering, a girl came up, sitting next to Dean and leaning over the counter. She was nearly in his lap, trying to get the bartender’s attention. Dean moved back slightly, looking at the girl. She looked over at him, and then ordered her drink, then looked back to Dean.

“Hey,” she said, and you could tell she was slightly drunk. Dean smiled at her, nodding his head.

“How’re you doing?” He asked, and she smiled seductively. You nearly gagged watching them flirt, and your mood immediately turned sour.

“You’re cute,” She said, blinking at him with wide-eyes. He looked over

to you for a second, then back to the girl.

“Thanks,” he said, sounding as if he was blowing her off. You perked up slightly.

She left, and was almost immediately replaced by another one. This girl was nearly ten times more attractive than the last.

“Hi. Do you want to dance with me?” She asked, and Dean paused. You had to admit, if she had asked you to dance you would have. Dean nodded slowly, then got out of his seat. Your stomach dropped, and you watched her drag him to the middle of the room. It felt like you were being stabbed as you watched them dance close, the girl getting more and more sexual as the song progressed. You ordered another shot, then another, hoping that if your vision blurred she would be less pretty.

“Hey,” someone said next to you, and you turned, surprised it was an attractive male.

“Hi,” you said, hoping you didn’t sound trashed. You didn’t really feel too drunk yet, but your head was buzzing. You were in a good place.

“My name’s Matt, what’s yours?” He asked, offering his hand.

“(Y/N).” You said, smiling. From there, you two had light conversation. He would place a hand on your knee, saying something funny or smooth. You’d giggle, grabbing his hand. Every once in a while you’d turn around, catching Dean’s gaze. This encouraged you more, seeing him dance with her was making you act crazy. You leaned over, whispering in Matt’s ear.

“Wanna leave?” You asked, and he nodded, downing his drink and taking your hand. The two of you walked outside, ending up in the back of his car. You two drunkenly removed each other’s clothes, kissing and twisting together. You were about to remove your pants and bra when Dean’s head popped into your mind. Suddenly, you didn’t want to be with this guy. You wanted Dean.

“I’m sorry. I have to stop.” You said, and Matt pulled back.

“What is it? Are you okay?” He asked, raising his eyebrows.

“It’s just that…” You said, biting your lip. As you hesitated, he nodded, seeming to understand.

“You’re in love with that guy from the bar,” he said, sitting up. You two sat, both of your shirts off.

“I’m sorry,” you said, wringing your hands. “You’re very funny and attractive and nice, which is hard to find, but I just can’t,” you say, and he nods.

“Don’t worry about it, it’s totally cool. If I was in love I wouldn’t want to be with anyone else, either,” he said, nearly melting your heart.

“Thank you so much. I actually think you’re the coolest guy I’ve ever met,” you said, grabbing your shirt and putting it back on. He did the same thing, shrugging.

“I mean, I kind of am,” he said with mock pride. You laughed, giving his hand a squeeze and getting out of the car behind him.

“Thanks for not being a dick,” you say, kissing his cheek. You really wished you liked him, but Dean was the only person you could think about. As you walk back to the bar you hear a strange noise. You immediately tense up, hoping it wasn’t another vampire. As you look around, you make sure no one was there to see you. Matt had gone back inside, so you were completely alone. You lean down, removing a small blade from your boot. You lightly tread around the bar, cautiously turning the corner to find the source of the noise.

What you saw tore your heart in half. You dropped your weapon, and the two lovers turned to look at you with shock.

Dean was pressed against the girl he’d been dancing with, his fingers tangled in her hair. Her legs were wrapped around his waist, and you could clearly see they were doing more than just kissing. You turned on your heels and ran, sprinting in the direction of the forest; which was behind the bar.

“(Y/N), wait!” You heard behind you, but it didn’t stop you from running into the thick trees. As tears ran down your face, you wished you had never met Dean Winchester. All he’d done was drag your heart around, causing more stress to your life than necessary. You were a hunter, for Christ’s sake, the only thing you should be this stressed about is a paranormal being killing you.

Your lungs began to burn, and the lights slowly dimmed the further you got. You knew it was smarter to stop and turn around, but the idea of going back was humiliating. In your pocket, you phone rang; you knew who it was before looking. When you stopped, you put your hands above your head as you cried. You turned in circles, looking for the way you’d come in.

Eventually you found yourself sitting, curled up on the ground and trying to ignore the pain in your chest. It wasn’t fair; you hadn’t been able to hook up with a great guy because you were thinking of Dean, and he was able to have sex with anyone he wanted. You sat up, pulling your phone out of your pocket when it rang for the millionth time. You had twenty-six missed calls and ten voicemails. You hit end on his call, then clicked on the voicemails to listen to what he had to say.

“(Y/N)… Look, come back. I need to talk to you.” The first one said. You listened to a few more, each getting more and more heated.

“Pick up the damn phone, already!” he yelled, causing you to wince and retract the phone from your ear. You shut your phone, deciding now was the time to go back. As you sat up, you heard the sound of your name being called.

“Dean?” You said, loud enough for him to hear. A flashlight was pointed in your direction, and the figure behind it walked toward you.

“(Y/N),” Dean said, almost angry. “What were you thinking? It might not be safe out here,” he said, putting the flashlight down.

“I know,” you said, just above a whisper.

“What’s wrong with you? Did that guy from the bar do something to you?” He asks, almost growling.

“What? No.” You suddenly get defensive, pushing past him.

“Then what?” He asks, stopping in front of you.

“Nothing,” you say, brushing off his questions.

“Tell me,” he says, getting frustrated.

“No,” you say, trying to walk around him. He grabs your arm, stopping you.

“I can’t help if I don’t know what’s wrong. Can you just tell me?” he says, and you snap.

“I couldn’t do it, okay?” You say, and he suddenly looks confused.

“What?” He questions.

“I couldn’t sleep with that guy because I was thinking about you, while you’re out here fucking someone else,” you say, pulling your arm from his grasp. His face twists into understanding, and he looks ashamed.

“I had no idea you felt that way,” he says, and you become quiet.

“Well what am I supposed to do? It’s obvious you don’t feel the same way.” You turn away, starting to walk.

“I do,” he says, and you stop walking.

“What?” You ask, turning.

“I just thought you didn’t want me back,” he says, and your heart races.

“Really?” You ask and he nods, stepping towards you. He takes your face in his hands, and suddenly kisses you.

“Absolutely,” he says after he pulls back. 

“But… all those girls…” you say, drawing together your eyebrows. 

“What? In the bar?” He asks, and you nod. “No, babe. You should’ve seen the way all those guys were looking at you. I wanted to kick their asses,” he says, sounding angry. You smile, realizing that he had done everything at first to try and seem intimidating. 

“Why’d you dance with her, then? If you wanted to be with me.” You have to ask.

“I didn’t think you liked me like that. I was trying to make you jealous. Then I saw you leaving with him and I figured it was game over.” He says, and your heart drops. Had you been the one seeming unattainable this whole time? You smile at him. His lips are on yours again. 

Somehow, you end up with your back on the ground. In a frenzy the two of you are taking off your clothes, your breath hitching as he kisses down your body and pulls down your underwear. He kisses in between your thighs, his hands tickling down your legs. You moan, grabbing his hair. His pants are off in an instant, his eyes filled with lust. He leans back onto you, pressing his forehead against yours. He wastes no time pushing into you, and you quickly wrap your legs around his waist.

It’s not long before you build a rhythm by meeting his thrusts, buckling against him as you near the edge. He grabs your hands and holds them over your head; he kisses you softly, and then holds your gaze as you come undone. You yell out his name and your back arches off the ground.

When you come down, he’s kissing your neck and wrapping his arms around you.

“Oh my God,” you say, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him again.

“Damn.” Is all he responds with. The two of you laugh, and then take your time getting dressed. It may not have been the ideal place for the two of you to have sex, but it was one hell of a memory. As you walk back to the motel, you hold hands and go directly to your room for round two.

LET SEASON 12 BE THE YEAR THAT DEAN FINALLY GETS ALL THE HUGS HE WANTS AND NEEDS FROM HIS MOM AND ALSO FEELS OKAY BEING HIMSELF AND SAM GETS TO KNOW HIS MOM AND DEVELOP A GOOD RELATIONSHIP WITH HER AND CAS GETS TO MEET MARY AND TELL HER HOW MUCH HE LOVES AND RESPECTS HER SONS AND LET MARY THANK CAS FOR ALWAYS WATCHING OVER THEM AND SACRIFICING HIMSELF FOR THEM AND FOR HELPING THEM STOP THE APOCALYPSE AND LET MARY BE INCREDIBLY BADASS AND HAVE HER FUCKING MURDER LUCIFER AND CROWLEY AND ALL HIS DEMONS RUTHLESSLY FOR MESSING WITH HER SONS AND RUINING NOT ONLY THEIR LIVES BUT HERS AS WELL LET THIS BE THE SEASON THAT MARY GETS TO HAVE THE HAPPY LIFE SHE ALWAYS DESERVED

Evenings With Dean Winchester

Originally posted by marilynmay


  • There would be hours of silence while you researched broken only by snorts of laughter when you dropped a book on the floor or the clink of the beer bottle against the table
  • When you decided to stop and go to bed, Dean would wave good bye to you, meeting your eyes to make sure you were okay
  • On the nights you found it difficult to sleep, Dean would take you for a ride in the impala, driving around and talking to you until you fell asleep. He’d then of course you carry you back to bed so you could sleep more comfortably
  • On the nights where neither of you felt like sleeping, you’d drive out to somewhere quiet and just sit in each others company, doing whatever you felt like. (See Moonlight and Golden Days)
  • You’d spend a lot of the time not talking, just happy to be in each others company, your head against his shoulder, his arm across your hips
  • When you drove around Dean would rest his hand on your thigh gently so you knew he was still there and could close your eyes safely
  • Just wanting to get away together and pretend it’s just the evening and it’s just the two of you and nothing else matters
Sisters, Witches, and Demons

Character(s): Rowena, Crowley

Warning: None

Word Count: 935

Request: Could you do one where the Winchesters have a sister and she meets Crowley and Rowena for the first time? Please and thanks.

Fic:

           “Do you smell something?” Dean wrinkles his nose.

           “You’ll have to be more specific.”

           “Like smoke and … incense, maybe?”

           “Can’t say that I do.”

           If you were being truthful, you can smell it. It is smoke and incense, and it’s coming from you. You haven’t had a chance to change your clothes or wash up, so you have to play innocent until you get one. Luckily, Dean doesn’t keep digging.

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