Pair: Dean x Reader (kind of) Warning: none Summary: Dean and the reader have an established relationship… as cuddle buddies.
A small whimper escaped your lips as you stretched your muscles out, waking up. The room was pitch black and cold; the only warmth you got was from the strong body next to you, holding you dangerously close.
Not ready to wake up yet, you turned over in Deans arms and nuzzled closer to him, resting your face in the crook of his neck; smiling when his arms wound tighter around your body. “Y/N” Dean whispered, lazily dragging his fingers over your skin, causing it to erupt in goosebumps. “Not ready yet” you croaked, your voice a little more hoarse than usual. “Okay” he whispered, back closing his eyes and enjoying the feeling of your body pressed against his.
You and Dean had been sleeping together for almost two months now. But that was it. You didn’t have sex or kiss or really do anything else, you just slept together. It all started one night, you two had fallen asleep together on the couch, watching some movie, and when you woke up you played it off as nothing until he told you it was the best sleep he had ever had in his life.
“C’mon, Y/n” Dean begged, grabbing your hand and pulling you back to the couch. “Tell me that wasn’t the best sleep you’ve ever had” he pressed. “I’ve had… better” you mumbled, leaning back into the couch. “Y/nnnnnnnn” he taunted, knowing that you were lying through your teeth. “Fine! It was the best nap I have ever had, so what?! It’s weird, Dean. We aren’t sleeping together anymore.” But Dean being Dean means he usually gets what he wants, and that started your addiction for sleeping together.
“I can’t go on this hunt!” you sighed, plopping down in one of the chairs in front of Sam and Dean. “Why?!” Dean asked, looking baffled. “I think I have a-” you sneezed into the tissue in your hand. “a cold” you finished, sighing. You had a small fever and had been sneezing since you woke up. “Shit” Dean sighed, “alright, well, we’ll keep you updated. We should be home in a few days, it looks like a simple vamp nest.” Grabbing his bag, Dean pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Bye kid” Sam smiled, giving you a pat on the back as they walked out the door.
The first night was the worst night. You had grown so used to Dean’s warmth, no matter how many blankets you had nothing was ever enough. It had taken a strong dose of NyQuil and some Tylenol PM to put you to sleep; even then, it was a pretty rough sleep. You woke up early, before the sun had even come up and texted Dean I didn’t sleep for shit last night, come home. To which he responded: Me either. We’re working on it, sweetheart. Should be home in the next few days. Just hold out for me.
You had spent the most of that day soaking in a bath and eating tomato soup. You made sure that you staying in your actual room, not wanting to take the risk and exposing Dean’s room with your germs.
The next day, you were really spent. You had no energy to do anything, so you just took your medicine and watched movies in and out of consciousness. Sam and Dean had both left you a few voicemails, telling you how the case was going and just keeping you updated which you greatly appreciated.
By the fifth day, you felt better, having read that if you cut up white onions and place it around the home, especially in the room of the sick person they somehow absorb the bacteria and viruses and rid you of your cold.
Even though you had been feeling better, you still were exhausted. You had no idea how awful sleeping was without Dean there to keep you warm and safe. Sitting in the library, you were reading a few lore books you had found in the basement of the bunker when they brothers walked in. “Y/N” Deans voice called out for you as he dropped his duffel bag on the floor. “Yeah?” you asked, stepping out of the library and looking at him. “My room. Now, we’re taking a nap” his tone was so assertive and demanding, it turned you on a little bit. “What was that about?” you asked Sam as Dean had disappeared down the hallway. “He hasn’t slept since we left,” Sam chuckled, winking at you. Rolling your eyes, you followed Dean down the hall and into his room.
It was dark, just how the both of you needed it to be. Slipping your jeans and bra off, you climbed into bed with dean and softly moaned at the feeling of his arms around your waist. “Fuck, I missed you” you whispered, cuddling your head into his chest. “I missed you too, sweetheart” Dean sighed, running his fingers through your hair, basking in the feeling of you back in his arms.
Dean’s vision begins fading somewhere around the sixth date. He tells Cas that he should get out now but Cas doesn’t budge.
He started losing his heart somewhere around the third.
Dean gets glasses. He hates them at first, always laughs and says he looks like a nerd. Cas adores them, loves to take them from Dean to clean the lenses before settling them back on his nose. He likes the way they go crooked on Dean’s face when he falls asleep on the couch, loves the sound they make when Dean sets them on the bedside table right before he turns out the light and kisses Cas goodnight.
The prescriptions steadily get stronger, buying them a little more time. In that time, they whisper their first “I love you”s, Cas moves in, and they travel. Cas takes Dean anywhere and everywhere, from the Atlantic Coast to the Pacific. They stop at the Grand Canyon, drive down to Mexico for a day.
When it seems that Dean’s vision will last the fall, they decide to go to Texas for Austin City Limits. They take a few days before Thanksgiving to drive up the east coast and visit some orchards, see a few lighthouses. They spend a night in Martha’s Vineyard and Dean complains about feeling like some uppity Hartford housewife but he holds Cas close that night as they sit on the beach and watch the stars.
It’s when they’re in Kansas for the holidays that Dean wakes up, puts on his glasses, and sees so difference. He shakes Cas away, starting to panic.
“Everything is still blurry, C-Cas. Why-why- it shouldn’t” His breathing becomes ragged and there are tears streaking down his face and Cas cups his chin, heart breaking in his chest as he tries to calm Dean down.
“It’s okay, baby. It’s going to be okay. Just breathe.”
Warnings: Smut, sexting, language, flashback in italics, texting is in bold and italics
A/N: Thank you so much for reading. I’m really loving these character and this series. Thank you for your wonderful responses. A special thank you to the people who looked this over for me.
***THE TAGLIST FOR THIS SERIES IS CLOSED**
It’s been three weeks, three freaking weeks since Dean has touched you and you are dying.
The first two weeks had been because you were healing up. He was pretty sure you had cracked ribs and your shoulder had been really sore, so he wasn’t going to chance hurting you, even the couple of times you had insisted.
Then you had gotten the bright idea to tell him either he could have fun with you, or you would take care of it yourself. Dean promptly made sure the two of you shared a room with Sam at the next motel, a smug smile on his face, daring you to go right ahead. If you weren’t so nervous about being caught, you would have called his bluff.
Summary- Reader is starting to hallucinate Lucifer, (basically like Sam) she keeps it a secret but her brothers find out.
Warnings- Swearing(I think idk).
A/N- It’s just something I thought of when I was watching reruns of SPN, I’m honestly really chuffed with it:)
Slowly opening your eyes you tensed up, somebody was in your room, you slowly reached your hand under your pillow and grasped the gun you had lying under it.
“I know you’re awake, Y/N” the voice spoke, “and a gun? Really? You think a gun would work on little old me? How adorable” he mocked. Rolling your eyes, you sat up and faced him with furrowed eyebrows, “who are you?” You asked quietly, he looked at you with fake hurt as he placed his hand over his heart, “you mean, Sammy hasn’t told you about me? I’m hurt” he spoke, then his eyes turned red causing you to shuffle back slightly.
A/N: @deanssweetheart23 I warned you not to tempt me… and now it’s here. This could turn into a little mini-series if you guys are interested, so let me know. (Fire photos are mine/from my local department, Dean is from google)
Quick language guide for those of you who don’t live with a police scanner providing constant background noise: BOLO (be on the look-out), MVA (motor vehicle accident), ALS (advanced life support), Car 3-2 (Lieutenant’s vehicle)
Picture Perfect - Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester
Title: Picture Perfect
Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader, Dean Winchester x Reader
Word Count: 3,652
Prompt: I got it! Can you do a fic where Sam
dies while (Y/N) is pregnant with his child and so Dean helps her
raise the child and they live the apple pie life and right when Dean
wants to propose to (Y/N), Sam returns to life & ANGST. Please
and thank you
“Mary!” Dean shouted “Breakfast’s ready, come on!” he said loud enough, hoping the little girl was going to hear him.
“Yes daddy!” she said in her childlike voice as she ran down the stairs. Her brown curls were bouncing as her green eyes sparkled with happiness the moment she spotted the food that lay on the table.
“Pie!” she exclaimed and the man chuckled at the girl.
“Yes princess!” he placed the last pancake on the place and put the frying pan away. He leaned down and picked her up, giving her a big kiss on the cheek as the little girl giggled at him.
“And it’s your favorite!” he said with a big grin and she squealed.
“-Which you are not going to have for breakfast.” you said with a strict – but loving – mom look.
“What?” she pouted “Why?”
“Sweetheart.” you said softly, taking her from Dean’s arms “Pie is not right for breakfast and you know it. We’ve said you can have pie whenever you want to- as a treat. You will have to eat your meal first.” you said, tucking a few brown curls behind her ear.
“But daddy eats pie all the time- even for breakfast and you let him. Why can’t I?” the four-year-old gave you those puppy eyes that could actually do you anything they wanted.
Summary:Now a shell of her former self, the reader runs into an old flame.
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word Count: 1,761
Warning: implying an abusive relationship
Nichelle’s 4K Angst Challenge - “I hope you find the happiness you’ve been pretending to have.” @nichelle-my-belle
Green cancels out red.
Yellow cancels out purple and brown…no purple and blue.
And lavender cancels out…yellow?
Jesus Christ. This shouldn’t be that difficult, hiding the evidence of your home life is a normal occurrence. The three concussions you’ve acquired over the years must be catching up to you.
You’re squinting harshly at the Revlon concealers on the top shelf before you. Trying and failing to remember which ones work the best, basically whatever hides the fucking truth.
Your exhausted brain is practically mush at this point in time, you used to know this shit. You used to know a lot of shit. You used to be a strong, independent take no bullshit kind of a woman that took care of herself. But things clearly change. People fucking change.
Pairing: Castiel x Sam x Dean x Virgin!Reader (no destiel, sastiel,or wincest–sorry!)
Word Count: 4.3k words of SIN
Warnings: it’s a threesome with dean as a voyeur. and the reader’s a virgin. lots of orgasms. and there’s oral. tada!
A/N: this is my first time writing a threesome, so be kind, friends!! feedback is so greatly appreciated!
You, Sam, Dean and Cas sat around the map table sharing a bottle of whiskey, celebrating another successful hunt. It was nights like these—full of laughter, jokes and telling stories—that you treasured most. Being a hunter pretty much ensured a short-lived life, so you always treasured the small moments of joy spent with your best friends.
“You are my little sister. I promise you, you’ll never get hurt when you’re around me. My dream, it’ll never happen.”
talk about this later Dean.” You said angrily, you didn’t want his
apologies, you didn’t want anything, you just wanted to put as much
space between you and Dean as possible.
So you did.
Three Months Later….
When you came into consciousness you couldn’t ignore the pounding that was going on in your head. You’d had headaches before, but never one like this. Slowly opening your eyes you realized it was hard to crack one of your eyelids opened, it was as if it was glued together. Feeling something dripping down your face towards your eye, you tried to move your hand to stop it, however you couldn’t move your hands. Looking down you saw that you were restrained to a chair as blood was slowly dripping from your head. You glanced around to take in your surroundings, however you felt your breath hitch when you saw Sam sitting next to you, fighting his restraints as he was also tied down to his chair. A knot in your stomach instantly formed as you slowly turned your stare towards what was in front of you.
Just as you thought, Dean was standing there pale as a ghost. He nimbly held his gun at his side as he started at the ground while what you assumed was a demon stood behind him.
Summary: A family gathering at the Winchester household turns into an embarrassing mess for Dean and the reader.
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word Count: 1,361
Cassie’s Classics Challenge -
“I can’t think about that right now. If I do, I’ll go crazy. I’ll think about that tomorrow.” Gone with the Wind @death2thevirgin
“Ha! Suck it, Winchester!” You boast obnoxiously, dancing around Sam in a circle. You just won the third air hockey game in a row and the feeling of victory never gets old.
“Just wait, Y/N. You’re awesome at air hockey but everyone knows you’re shitty at pool. And I can’t wait to kick your little ass!” Crouching down to your level, Sam condescendingly pats the top of your head with a shit eating grin.
“I can’t wait to see that, Sammy. Honestly. We all know you need a little confidence…since that hot girl Erica shot you down. Must hurt the ego.” You giggle at his bitch face before bolting out of the game room. You may be ridiculous but you’re not crazy, Sam’s go to move when annoyed is chucking his drink at you.
Growing up across the street from the Winchester family has equipped you to easily deal with the two brothers in any scenario. It definitely comes in handy knowing which buttons to push.
Yeah, you all should have known this was coming… They don’t call me Cowgirl for nothing…
(This gif was made by my gorgeous friend Pam @saucynewf - and is being used with her permission)
Seriously, how much
is a girl supposed to take? You share rooms with these guys, watch
them walk around half-dressed, banter back and forth with them. You
take Dean’s suggestive, flirty comments and respond in kind,
telling yourself it’s all part of your friendship.
And then he does
Of all things, a
mechanical bull. You thought those things died out with Urban Cowboy.
But now, as you stand watching with your jaw clenched, and your nails
digging into your palms, and your thighs clamped together, Dean is
riding the fuck out of Larry, the centerpiece of the bar you went
into for the sole reason of grabbing some burgers.
You can’t tear
your eyes from him as his body sways, looking like he’s part of
that saddle. The muscles of his thighs are tight, holding firm, his
torso lean and lithe as he moves with it, sinuous and sexy as hell.
One arm waves above his head, giving him the balance he needs, the
other bicep bunched and bulging beneath the plaid shirt, unbuttoned
at the front to allow your eyes to cruise over where his t-shirt
clings to his pecs, his ribs, his belly.
“Do you know him?”
the waitress whispers, and you nod, your lips parted and your eyes
glued to Dean as the ride ends, and he slowly lowers himself back,
sprawled and smiling. “Lucky you,” she says, turning to go back
to work, and you blow out a breath, closing your mouth and lowering