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dawn [dean winchester]

word count : 401 

a/n : so this is my very first dean winchester imagine and my very first writing i’ve ever published. i know it’s short but im getting there, i promise. this is based on a post i saw on ao3 and on tumblr (i cant remember the admin) it’s called 50 ways to kiss someone. 

prompt : day one - good morning 

I felt the bed shift under me as I wrapped my arms around the blanket tighter, trying my hardest to keep the warmth surrounding me. A calloused hand pushed the hair away from my face, tucking it behind my ear. Subtly, I tired leaning into the warmth of the familiar hand but it left my cheek before trailing down my blanket covered shoulder, giving it a quick squeeze before leaving. I heard shuffling around my room, daring me to peek my eyes open just a little bit. Opening my right eye ever so slightly, I could just make out him picking up his grey Henley before pulling it over his head. 

Groaning softly, “way to ruin the show.” He quickly spun around on the balls of his feet. A smile graced his lips as he saw my eyes peek out from behind the mountain of blankets covering my body. I normally only sleep with one comforter considering Dean was a walking furnace but last night was extra cold considering the bunkers heating failed. “It’s way too early to be up. come back to bed.” 

I thought i had won when he started coming closer to his side of the bed, but was quickly disappointed when he picked up his sweatpants before sitting on the edge of the bed so he could pull them on. “I have to go help Sammy fix the heater.” 

At the moment, I didn’t care about the broken heater. All i cared about was getting my boyfriend back under covers. Shuffling closer to his side of the bed, I twisted my body and rested my head next to his thigh. Pouting, I gave him my best puppy dog eyes. “please?” 

“Sweetheart, it’s freezing in the bunker.” He was right. I was still cold even with the five thick comforters covering my body. “And,” he trailed off, “it doesn’t help that you’re hogging all the blankets.” Raising my eyebrows, he chuckled as he leaned down placing a soft, chaste kiss on my rather chapped lips. 

“I’ll come help you if you make me coffee,” I mumbled against his lips. He laughed as he pulled backwards before placing a quick kiss on my forehead. He opened his mouth, getting ready to answer but I cut him off before he could. “Extra hot, with a lot of sugar.” 

“Of course sweetheart, but i would dress warm if i were you.” 

au revoir [dean winchester]

word count : 554

a/n : sorry for being gone for such a long time, i apologize. i got so busy with school, i completely forget about this. i’m getting back into writing. i already have the day four written up so i’ll post it soon. this is based on a post i saw on ao3 and on tumblr (i can't remember the admin) it’s called 50 ways to kiss someone.

prompt : day three - goodbye

I was broken out of my sleep when I felt my source of warmth get out of my bed. Before he could get out of arm distances, I grabbed his wrist and pulled him back. Mumbling into the pillow, “stay.” He sat on the edge of the bed as he brushed the hair away from my forehead. He was whispering something that I didn’t bother to listen to, I was too happy to have him back in the bed. 

I was knocked out of my bubble that was full of warmth and happiness when Dean got up and walked towards his dresser. Sighing, I saw up against the headboard and watched as he packed a bag full of flannels and worn down jeans. Rubbing the tiredness from my eyes, I remembered why he was packing a bag. 

Last night, at the kitchen table, Sam and Dean we’re talking about a vampire in Colorado that was draining the blood of all the females at the local college. They decided that they would leave at the crack of dawn, the following morning. Unfortunately, I had to stay back due to a broken rib from the last hunt we went on. A spirit threw me into a wall and everyone in the room could hear the crack my rib made. 

“Why can’t I just come with you two? I could stay in the hotel and do research the whole entire time?” Pouting was the only way I could manipulate him into letting me come. He was so adamant about me staying back this time so I could injure myself anymore. He turned towards me, taking long strides before sitting on the edge of the bed. 

“Sweetheart, I want you to stay here. Cas is going to stay here and help you with anything you need. I don’t want you to put yourself in any more pain.” 

“But I’m not in pain.” I was losing this battle, so I resorted to the puppy dog eyes. 

“Sweetheart… put those eyes away. You know I can never say no to you when you do that.” Victory was bubbling up in my chest, knowing he was so close to saying I could tag along. Mumbling under his breath, “you’ve been hanging out with Sam way too much.” A small giggle escaped my lips but soon turned into a groan of pain, when I felt my rib move. “See, you’re still in pain. I promise it won’t take longer than 4 days. I’ll be back as soon as possible. And, when I get back, we can spend the whole day in the Dean Cave watching chick-flick movies and eat all the junk food we want. Does that sound good, sweetheart?” 

I smiled, nodding my head. He got up, grabbed his bag and walked towards the door, but he stopped, turned around and walked back towards me. 

He placed a kiss against my lips, that was slowly getting heated, but we stopped before it could go anywhere. Mumbling against my lips, “I love you.” 

“I love you too, you big sap.” He pulled away, laughing as he walked towards the door. He turned around, gave me a small smile and waved. I waved back. I wasn’t worried about anything. I knew, for a fact, that he was going to come back to me. 

blistering [dean winchester]

word count : 477

a/n : hope you enjoy this one! please let me know if i should. this is based on a post i saw on ao3 and on tumblr (i can't remember the admin) it’s called 50 ways to kiss someone.

prompt : day four - where it hurts

Trudding in the kitchen of the bunker, Sam is sitting at the table with Dean hovering over his shoulder, looking at the tiny screen in Sam’s hands. I walked towards the counter, grabbing my mug covered in cartoon puppies Dean got me when he stopped at a souvenir shop on the way home from a hunt. Pouring myself coffee, I heard the boys whispering behind me. Trying to figure out what they were saying, I completely forgot I was pouring extremely hot coffee into my mug that was now going all over my hand. Letting out a small yelp, I placed the coffee pot back on the counter before running over to the sink and turning on the cold water. I let my hand rest there just for a couple seconds before I felt a presence behind me. 

“You okay, sweetheart?” The rough voice of my boyfriend sent chills down my spine. Laughing, I smiled and nodded before turning my head towards him. He shuffled closer before wrapping his arm around my waist, pulling me closer. He wrapped his hand gently around my wrist, turning it back and forth to examine my hand. 

He continued doing that for about a minute before I finally cut in, “Babe, I’m fine. I swear. It was just really hot.” His green eyes scanned my face, checking to see if I was telling the truth. Even though I was telling the truth, I never understood how he could tell I was lying sometimes. I remember asking him about it one day and all he said was that I had a tell. And he had one too. 

One for when he was worried about me or my wellbeing. Looking down, I saw his hand was enclosed in a fist. Lightly grabbing his hand, I placed mine inside of it, intertwining our fingers together. “Dean, baby, look at me.” His eyes met mine and I gave him a small smile. “I promise you I’m perfectly fine. It was just a little hot, that’s all.” 

Nodding, “is there anything I can do to make it feel better?” A small smirk painted his face but was quickly washed away when he saw my eyebrows raise. 

“You could kiss it better,” smiling shyly, he lifted my hand up to his lips before placing a soft kiss against the back of my hand. When I thought he was going to put my hand back down, he kissed my palm and then each of my fingertips. Lowering my hand slowly, “see, all better.” I pulled him closer to me and kissed him. 

Groaning, “ugh, you two are disgusting.” I totally forgot Sam was even in the room. 

Blushing, I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him closer to me. I hid my face in his chest and I could feel Dean’s laugh reverberating in his chest. 

He Loves Me Not

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 910

Summary: Dean is giving you the cold shoulder... why? 

Warnings: Cursing

A/N: Hope you like it!

Dean grunted as you tightly wrapped a bandage around his arm. He fixed you with a death glare and you tried not to flinch. If looks could kill, the piercing green stare that was on you would have made your heart stop beating in the blink of an eye. You had to take that grunt as a ‘thanks’ because just then the hunter got up from the arm of the couch and stalked off to his room, leaving you there to stare at his retreating back. Each step that led him further away from you felt like a stab in your heart, because you felt things about him. Things that you weren’t necessarily proud of, but things that were there nonetheless, and they made your skin tingle at the barest brush of skin on skin. You heard Sam clear his throat from behind you and you shook your head to clear your brain, tearing your eyes away from the long-closed door of Dean’s room. You turned to face the younger Winchester, who had his eyebrows raised in a silent inquiry.

“What is it?” you asked him, feeling your cheeks redden under his gaze, and you fought to keep control of your voice. Sam tilted his head in the direction of Dean’s bedroom. “You and Dean. I know that the way he’s been acting is bothering you, it’s clear as crystal. I know how you feel about him,” he said. “You... you know? Is it that obvious?” you asked, feeling your cheeks heat up. You knew there was no reason in denying your feelings about Dean; not to Sam and definitely not to yourself. Sam nodded. “Everybody but Dean knows,” he said.

You took a deep breath to calm yourself down. For God’s sake, you were a hunter; you couldn’t have a panic attack if Sam and Cas knew about your love life -or lack thereof. “Why is he acting this way though?” you blurted out just as Sam was about to turn around and start his research on anything that would be any help with finishing the current case. “Why is he treating me like I’m trash? I’m only here to help you the way you two helped me,” you sighed.

“I think he’s just jealous. You show up out of nowhere, you’re a top-notch hunter, you know how to do stuff. Don’t worry; he’ll adjust. Plus... I’m sure he likes you too. He just doesn’t know what to do about it.” “Not acting like a bastard would be good to begin with,” you muttered under your breath, and Sam gave you an apologetic smile. “You’ll get to that,” he said, and left to start the research that would bring you one step closer to finding out more about the monsters hot on your tail but would not make you understand Dean’s reasons for acting like he hated your guts.

You were so lost in thought that you hadn’t noticed that night had fallen, and Sam had long exited the room to go to sleep. The ever-vigilant hunter part of you that was half-asleep barely registered a bedroom door open and close as Dean walked into the living room. His eyes met yours and it was as if you had been doused with ice water. You jolted to your feet immediately and tried hard not to look flustered. “Dean,” you acknowledged him with a nod, quickly looking away and avoiding meeting his eyes. “Y/n,” he said, and his deep voice was surprisingly gentle. It had always been gruff when directed towards you, dismissive but not less attractive. Now that his voice was soft and almost tender, it practically sent shivers down your spine.

“What is it?” you asked him, and you were surprised when you felt fingers gently stroke your chin and life your head up so that your gaze met Dean’s green eyes. “I heard what you and Sam were talking about a couple of hours ago,” he stated, and you felt another blush rush to your cheeks. “I’m sorry if I’ve made you feel that way. That was never my intention. I was just... protecting myself in the completely wrong way. What Sammy said was true. I do like you,” he confessed, biting his plump lower lip and drawing your gaze straight down to the path his teeth and tongue made. It was obvious that he’d noticed you looking as he leaned down to reach your height and pressed his lips on yours.

God, those lips combined with those skills should be illegal, you thought, and that was as far as that train of thought went, because he had pushed you back down on the couch and he was kissing you so roughly and with so much abandon that it made your heart beat so fast it felt like it would break out of your ribcage. The heated kisses gradually slowed down to gentler, loving ones that allowed you both to explore each other. Eventually, he pulled away, out of breath, and his gaze met yours for one more time, only this time you didn’t flinch away. His pupils were blown wide with lust, almost completely covering the bright green of his irises, and you were mesmerised. “So you go from insulting me to kissing me senseless?” you teasingly managed to say in-between gasping breaths. Dean just winked at you. “Yep,” he said with a dazzling grin. “But I sure plan on just doing the latter from now on.”

I'm here for you.

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 825

Warnings: Spoilers for season five, feels.

A/N: Hope y’all like it~ 

It was in that moment, that heart-shattering moment, in which you saw every last bit of Dean’s reserve crumble to dust as Sam, possessed by Lucifer, made his exit. Dean put his hands to his head in complete and utter despair, and in that one moment you saw a person you had never seen before. All of the hunter’s tough layers had peeled off and for the first time, you saw how much of a mess he actually was, how much pain he had had to endure in his life and how he had never allowed all that pain to exit his body. It was like seeing the tallest building crumble, a proud ruler kneel, an empire fall. And without a second thought, you rushed to his side to help him. You knew you were but the tiniest rock trying to hold back a flood, but you were all Dean needed in that moment. You put your arms gently around him, pulling him closer and gently stroking his back.

“Sam’s gonna be okay, Dean. He’s strong enough to pull through, he’s strong enough to take control over Lucifer and get this over and done with. I… I know he’s not coming back if he succeeds, but he will be remembered as the greatest hunter of all time. The smartest, the best,” you whispered, and he didn’t reply, but he hugged you closer to him, embracing you tightly. His breathing was uneven, and the tears were still flowing freely from his eyes, but he remained silent, and you took that as a silent invitation to go on with your consoling speech.

“And you’ll have his memory always with you,” you pulled away from his hug slightly to place your hand over the left side of his chest, where you could feel his heart flutter under his shirt.

“Right there,” you smiled up at him, a tad shyly, and while he did not smile back, he nodded.

“That still won’t be good enough. Sammy can’t be replaced by some memory, no matter how good that memory is,” he said, his voice deeper than usual from crying. He chewed on that plump lower lip of his unconsciously, and you couldn’t help but find your gaze drawn to the movement of his lips. Before you did anything rash, you shook your head ever so slightly to clear it, and then you took a deep breath to continue talking.

“I know a memory will never be adequate. I know nothing could ever be as good as Sam was; nothing could ever fill that hole inside you, but… for what it’s worth, I’ll always be here for you. Promise.” Pain flashed through his eyes for a millisecond. A new kind of pain, not the soul-wrecking one he’d been feeling up to that moment.

“How do you know that? How can you know that you’ll be here? You can’t promise things you know aren’t up to you. Sam was here for me yesterday, but now he isn’t.  Now, Satan’s wearing him as a meat suit and I am losing him. I have already lost him,” Dean managed to choke out between sobs, and a new wave of tears flowed out of his eyes. He grit his teeth as he shut his eyes tightly.

“I want this to end,” he whispered so silently you barely heard him, but that one simple phrase of his held so much meaning that the very force of his words caused you to shiver.

“Dean…” you murmured his name softly, and when he didn’t look at you, you repeated his name, slightly more forcefully this time.

“What is it?” he asked cracking his still teary eyes open, and you offered him the tiniest of encouraging smiles.

“I can’t promise you that I’ll always be here, but I can promise you I’ll try my best to be here for you for as long as I can,” you said, and his brilliant green eyes flickered with the tiniest spark of hope.

“Thank you,” he muttered, because he knew that when you gave your word you tried your damnedest to keep it. Your small smile grew into a grin, and you couldn’t help but notice his eyes travel down to your mouth. When your lips met Dean’s, it felt like a train wreck and a lullaby all at once. It was almost overwhelming. His kiss was forceful, needy, but there was an undertone of tenderness to the way his tongue explored your mouth and his teeth nipped on your lower lip. This was the first kiss you’d shared, and odds were it’d be the last, but the caress of Dean’s lips on yours felt comforting and wonderful, and you didn’t care that he was kissing you mostly because he needed an outlet for all of his pent-up emotions. Your heart beat for him, and you had given him your word. You’d be there for him no matter what ne needed.

Please, kill me.

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 864

Warnings: Feels, spoilers for season ten, cursing

Summary: Dean asks something of Y/N, something she’s not sure she can do...

A/N: Hope you like it!

“Y/n,” Dean called out to you, voice surprisingly steady, as if he was struggling to keep it that way.

“I have something to tell you,” he said when you had made your way to him, sitting down on a chair next to him.

“Go on,” you said with a small smile, your gentle voice softly urging him on. You had realised the severity of the situation because of the look in his green eyes. You had never seen him like this, and it took you a bit by surprise. He was frowning, and his whole face had a clouded expression of thoughtfulness, but his eyes were practically talking to you. They were full of despair, and full of something else, too; something you couldn’t quite place, but it was there and the hurt it radiated was almost palpable.

You reached out and gently squeezed one of his hands, trying to reassure him.

Dean took a deep breath, closing his eyes as if composing himself. For a second, you were cut off from the torrent of emotions pouring out of his eyes, and this time when he opened them again, you were prepared.

“I...” He cleared his throat before continuing. “I want to tell you something. It’s... something very important.” He took one last deep breath before finally saying what he had wanted to tell you from the start.

“If... if anything happens to me; if I ever become the same murderous son of a bitch I was when I had the Mark... I... want you to do something for me,” he said, fixing you with a steady gaze. “In the line of work we’re in, you know that it’s entirely possible for the same thing to happen to me again. I don’t want that. I don’t want you and Sam and Cas to see me go through all that again. It’s not fair for you; it’s not fair for me; and most of all it’s not fair for the people I would mercilessly kill and their families.” Here, he paused to regain his bearings, and he tiredly rubbed his eyes with his free hand, the one you weren’t holding.

You were almost unable to breathe. You had the slightest idea of what he wanted you to do for him, and you were hoping he’d say something else, something less serious.

“I want you to kill me,” he stated, and that six-word sentence seemed to be your whole world in that moment. Like a mantra, it played again and again in your head. You were clutching Dean’s hand so tightly that you felt the hunter tense.

“I... I can’t... I could never do what you’re asking of me... Ask Sam...” you whispered, and he shook his head.

“You’re the only one I trust to do this. I know Sam. He’d never kill me, not if I begged him. You... you have to. For your own good. Please.” Dean was desperate now. He had been expecting a negative reaction, but he was determined to get his way.

When you expressed your disagreement again, he sighed, but didn’t give up.

“Please,” he repeated. “It has to happen that way. Not only for you and Sam and Cas, but for myself too. I won’t ever be a normal person again; I can’t take it anymore. So... if it ever comes to that... Kill me,” he said.

This time, you nodded. “Okay.” Your voice was small, hesitant, but it was all Dean had at the moment. And it was enough

“Thank you,” he said, and you nodded.

“Yeah... you’re welcome,” you whispered, smiling softly. You didn’t really want to smile, but it was either that or bursting into tears, so you decided that the first option was better.

“This means so friggin’ much to me, thanks,” he said, and you could only nod in reply.

You bit hard on your lower lip, and you felt a tear escape your eyes. Dean leaned forward and wiped it away with his thumb.

“Hey... hey, I’m sorry... but I had to say it. I needed to make sure that the world would be safe from me if anything happened again,” he said, and you leaned into his touch.

“Yes... I know. But that won’t stop me from being upset over it,” you murmured.

“But you will do it. If it’s the only option left, you will,” he said, almost as if trying to reassure himself.

“Yes,” you whispered, feeling another tear trickle down your cheek.

Instead of replying, Dean leaned forward to press his lips against yours. At first, it wasn’t much of a kiss; it was more of two pairs of lips touching each other. But then he opened his mouth, and you opened yours, and it was a heated tangle of tongues and limbs as you tried to come impossibly close to one another. When you pulled away, you were both breathing heavily and you had somehow straddled him in the passionate haze of the kiss.

“I said I will do it, but Dean, I don’t want to. I never want to get the chance to.”

Again, he didn’t reply. He just pulled you into another whirlwind of a kiss.

Weapons down

Pairing: Sam x reader or Dean x reader

Word Count: Sam: 972 Dean: 1092

Warnings: Feels and cursing for the Sam one.

A/N: This story has five lines of common beginning, and then it branches off depending on whether you prefer Sam or Dean. Just thought I’d try it out. Enjoy!

 “Weapons down, or I’m gonna shoot you to oblivion!” you yelled at the two men whose silhouettes were outlined in the doorway of the warehouse.

They put their weapons down only because of sheer surprise, and while they looked around to pinpoint the source of the voice that startled them, you had the time to study them.

 Sam

You made your way to them, frowning. “Who are you?” you asked, making sure that your gun was trained on the taller one of the two.

“We’re FBI agents and-” started the shorter and apparently older one, but he was cut off by the other.

“We’re not FBI agents,” he stated and, perplexed, you frowned.

“I’m confused. Are you with the FBI or not?” you asked.

“We aren’t,” said the taller one at the same time the shorter one said “We are.”

“Wow, that’s a really enlightening thing to say,” you commented. “Care to explain?”

“We aren’t with the FBI,” said the taller one and, this time, the other agreed with a nod.

“Then who are you? And what are you doing here?” you asked.

“I’m Sam Winchester and this is my brother Dean, and we’re here because we’ve been informed that some very dangerous people live in this warehouse. We’re here to prevent them from causing any harm,” he explained, and immediately you felt like you were a five-year-old being patronised by an annoying adult.

“The name’s Y/n. And what do you think I’ve been doing here? A party? I’ve been dealing with the vampires,” you said, and you smiled proudly at them.

“Are you sure you’ve dealt with them properly?” asked Dean.

You rolled your eyes. “Of course. I’ve beheaded them and then buried them so that nobody will ever come across the bodies. I’ve been here since yesterday, and I need some rest,” you said, walking past them and into the sunlight.

“You don’t have a car,” Sam called out from behind you. “There was no car outside the warehouse when we got here. So how did you make it here?” he asked.

“I walked. I crashed my car a week or so ago and I haven’t had the time to replace it. It’s waiting for me in a yard somewhere in Colorado,” you explained with a shrug. To tell the truth, your opinion on that matter was anything but nonchalant, as your car had been the only place you had ever called home, but being pessimistic just wouldn’t do. Instead, you had decided to use the public transport to make your way to Wyoming to deal with the vampire nest, because hunting would always be your priority.

“That’s unfortunate. Well, you can come with us. We’re heading to the nearest town,” Sam offered, completely missing his brother’s glare.

“Really? Thank you. I’ve got a motel room there, so I can rest before heading to Colorado to retrieve my car and all my hunting stuff,” you said with a grin, only then realising that this was the first mention of anything hunting-related between you and the Winchesters. You had just both automatically assumed that the other was a hunter.

That was certainly not the last time though. Over the years, you started hunting together. At first it was just a call here and there or a chance meeting when you accidentally took on the same cases, but as the months went by you grew closer. You even started living in the bunker with them when you weren’t joining them on cases.

Hunting with them had been the best time you had ever had in your whole life.

But all good things must end, and your time with the Winchesters was no different.

It was on a sunny but chilly day in mid-March that was entirely inconspicuous and normal that this good thing in your life ended.

“We’re back!” you heard Sam and Dean announce when they entered the bunker. They both seemed rather excited for the hunt to be over, and it pained your heart to see the smile wiped off their faces when they saw you.

You were standing near the entrance, clutching a suitcase in one hand and your car keys in the other. There was a vacant, sad, look in your eyes as you nodded at them.

“Hey,” you muttered sadly.

“What’s wrong?” Dean was the one to ask but Sam was the one to rush up to you and pull you into a hug. You let the suitcase drop and hugged him back tightly, fighting to keep back tears.

“I’m leaving,” you announced in a small voice.

“Leaving... what?” Sam asked.

“Leaving the bunker. Leaving the hunter life. I can’t do this anymore. I’m physically and mentally exhausted. I just want to see the world,” you muttered, casting your gaze down on the ground.

“No. You can’t leave,” Sam said, voice almost shrill in a note of panic.

“It’s... it’s not temporary. It’s just a break. For a couple of years, I’ve decided I want to travel and see everything the planet has to offer before returning,” you said, leaving the probably out of the conversation. You weren’t sure you ever would return. Part of you hoped so, while another just wanted to leave and never come back.

Sam, probably realising that no matter what he said he could never stop you from leaving, only hugged you tighter.

“Do you promise you’ll come back?” he asked.

“I do,” you said, and now that you had given your word you probably would.

“I love you,” Sam whispered in a broken voice. “Don’t leave,” he murmured hopelessly.

Unable to listen to him anymore, you pulled away slightly from his hug and pulled him into a kiss. You touched your lips to his hesitantly at first but with increasingly more passion until you both had to pull away for need of air.

“I love you too. But I have to go. I’ll be back,” without further ado, you nodded at Dean, reached down to grab your suitcase and left, paying no heed to the tears rolling down your cheeks.

You turned to look at the bunker one last time.

“Goodbye, Sam Winchester. And may we meet again.”

 Dean

One was tall, with long hair, but it was the other who caught your attention. Shorter than the other man but still tall, something about his posture and the way he carried himself drew you in. So when you stepped out into the meagre light the rays of the sun peeking in through the door offered, you addressed him.

“Who are you and what do you want here?” you asked him, and he frowned as his eyes adjusted to the semi-darkness of the room.

“I’m Agent Bickler and this is my partner Agent Sullivan. We’re with the FBI,” he said, making eye contact with you. Never tearing his gaze away from yours, he took a badge out of his pocket and let it drop to the ground. He kicked it towards you and you kneeled to pick it up, eyes and gun firmly fixed on the man who had told you was an FBI agent.

“I don’t think so. These badges aren’t real, and even if they were, what would an FBI agent be doing out here, in a warehouse in the middle of nowhere?” you asked, raising a challenging eyebrow at the light-brown-haired man.

He rolled his eyes and was about to reply when the other man talked, drawing your attention.

“You’re right. We’re not FBI agents. We’re here because some very dangerous people are in this warehouse and we want to make sure nobody innocent will get hurt. So could you please leave? It’d be much better for all of us if you didn’t get killed in the process,” he said, and for a second you contemplated pretending not to understand, pretending to be a civilian.

You decided against that though, as it would only offer confusion and maybe these two hunters -they were obviously hunters, you thought- would be so desperate as to use force to extract you from the warehouse that had been a vampire nest before you had dealt with it.

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but you two are hunters. That is quite obvious from you pretending to be FBI. And you must be here for the vampires,” you said, and saw realisation dawn in both their faces as they figured out the fact that you were a hunter too.

“Well... I’ve taken care of that problem; don’t worry. All the vampires are dead and buried,” you told them with a bright smile, finally lowering and holstering your gun.

“You’re a hunter?” asked the one you had been talking to in the beginning. His question was more of a statement, you realised as your gazes met again, though he obviously doubted your abilities.

“Yes, I am. I’ve been a hunter for the biggest part of my life, so there’s no need for you to check to see if the vampires are truly dead and gone. But if you want to waste precious minutes of your time, go ahead and be my guest,” you said.

“That won’t be necessary. We believe you,” said the taller one.

“I’m Sam and this is my brother Dean,” he introduced.

“Wait... Sam and Dean Winchester?” you asked with a frown. “I’m Y/n L/n. I’m, as I said, a hunter. My grandfather taught me everything I know about hunting, and he was the strictest of teachers. He never said the same thing more than once. The only thing he had ever repeated was this ‘Don’t trust the Winchesters.’ Why should I trust you?” you crossed your arms over your chest, glaring at the two men standing in front of you.

“Because we’re hunters. And hunters stick together. We’re each other’s best chance of staying alive,” Dean said, and you had to admit he had a point. Hunting on your own was an extremely lonely thing to do, and you craved some real interaction despite your better judgment.

“Let’s go then. I have a room at the motel just outside town,” you informed them, walking past them and into the glare of the sun outside the warehouse.

“Our room is there too,” Sam told you as they followed you.

“Great. See you there,” you said, climbing into your car and setting off towards the motel.

Little did you know then, that encounter with the Winchester brothers meant the end of your lonely hunting years and the beginning of a new phase in your life, which you loved more than anything else that had ever happened to you. Soon, you became very familiar with the brothers, but you had always felt more comfortable around Dean. You loved them both, but Sam was just a friend, while Dean... well it was different with Dean. It had always been different with Dean, but it took you some time to understand just how different things were.

“Where’s the pie, Y/n?” you heard Dean call out as soon as you entered the bunker’s kitchen.

“Right here, Dean. How could I ever forget the pie?” you asked, handing him his pie. He looked pointedly at Sam after what you said and accepted the pie.

“Thank you,” he said with a grin before grabbing a fork from a drawer and starting to eat.

“You’re welcome,” you said with a chuckle. “I don’t get why you like pie that much though,” you commented, and Dean sent a murderous glare your way. “Don’t listen to her, you’re precious to me,” he muttered to his pie while glaring at you.

Both you and Sam laughed and shared an exasperated look.

“At least Y/n never forgets the pie,” Dean said, again looking at his brother.  “And for that I thank her very much,” he said, turning to face you. Already, he was done with the pie, and he set the foil plate and the fork down on the table, walking up to you. He leaned down and in one swift, sudden, moment, had his lips pressed against yours; soft and warm as he pulled you into a roller coaster of a kiss that made your heart beat fast and heat to rise to your cheeks. Dean tasted of pie and in that moment you understood why he liked it so much.

You broke apart after Sam cleared his throat. Dean glared at him. “What?” he asked.

“Get a room,” Sam said.

“We have one, but you’re in it,” Dean said moodily and Sam, obviously not in the mood for a fight, sighed and walked out of the room.

“What was that for?” you asked once Sam was gone.

“It was for the pie. And I’ve wanted to do it for a long, long time.”

Melting Touch (pt3 of the rescue mission series) deanxreader

Part 1. Part 2.

A/N: Its. About. To. Get. Hot. Guys please sent me requests as I have zero! You know this will be mostly filth, right? Like kinks and all..

Warnings: SMUT! PURE FILTH!, rough Dean, if this is a warning but Dean is in charge completely, touch refusal. If there is any that ive missed let me know. 

You were sat in the library helping the boys with their research. Dean was opposite you and Sam was leaning over Dean’s shoulder to read what was on his screen. Dean’s eyes weren’t on the computer though, they were on you. You were hunched over a book, one of your hands playing with the hair at the back of your neck and the other running along the pages of the book infront of you. His eyes were on your lips, the way you pulled your bottom on inbetween your teeth as you read. 

Sam watched his brother,having stopped mid sentence, knowing he wasn’t listening at all. He observed as his brother drooled over you. 

“Okay, Dean, are you done undressing Y/N with your eyes?” Sam groaned.

Your head snapped up, the blush creeping up your neck and painting even your ears. Dean blinked hard and cleared his throat. You looked up at Sam and glared slightly.

“Shut it, Sam” Dean grumbled as he watched you rise from the table.

You walked over to the tall man and reached up onto your tiptoes to kiss his cheek, only being tall enough to reach his jaw. Dean’s jaw clenched at the action, his eyes still not leaving you. You then shuffled over to Dean, rubbing your eyes tiredly. Leaning down, you placed your right hand on his cheek. His stubble was rough against your lips as you gently kissed his cheek.

“G’night boys” You patted Dean’s shoulder and shuffled your way to your room. 

Dean blinked and looked from the research to your direction making his brother laugh. “Dean, go” Sam smirked before starting to clear up the papers that were scattered around the table.

In that moment Dean launched up from his chair, practically sprinting to your room. He paced outside your door for a while. Dean didn’t know how to tell you how he felt but he knew he could show you.

You had just settled down in the sheets of your bed. Your night wear consisted of your panties and a flannel shirt that was held together by one button in the middle. 

You were so close to drifting off when you heard your door open and close, your hand inching under your pillow to land on the knife you kept. 

“Dean?” A light squeak left your lips as you felt the edge of the mattress.

A light chuckle sounded and you knew it was him. He slipped under the cover and nuzzled his nose into your neck, leaving light kisses on the exposed skin. A rough hand slid onto your thigh and pulled your back into a hard chest.

“ Dean” You giggled as his fingers tickled the inside of your leg. 

Dean’s soft lips trailed up your jaw, his hands were everywhere. You felt his hand run under your shirt and up your stomach. You turned your head to kiss him lightly, capturing his lips between your own. You lifted your hand to reach back and tangle in his hair but with a light swat to your thigh, Dean stopped you. 

“ Don’t touch me” He mumbled into your mouth.

You pulled away in confusion, turning to face him. “Why?” You asked, your voice small.

He tucked your hair behind your ear and trapped you against his body. “I can’t, I can’t find the words to explain how I feel.” He tensed, squeezing his eyes shut as he struggled to find his words so you took the chance to slide your hands up to his neck and weave your fingers into his hair.

His face relaxed and his eyelids freed the stress wrinkles. His lips parted as you tugged slightly. “I..” He breathed, as if he was having an internal battle with himself. “No, Please, just let me show you. I want to show you.” He grabbed your hands and held them between your bodies. 

Without another word, Dean sat up and lifted his shirt from his body. Dean stood from the bed and started to unbuckle his belt, his eyes locked on you as you pushed the sheets away from your body. Dean froze.

“Is that my shirt?” His voice was hooded with desire as he eyed the tatted flannel on your body.

You nodded silently and bit into your lower lip, watching as Dean hurriedly slid off his jeans. He crawled back onto the bed and gripped your thighs tightly in his hands and yanked your body down the bed, the shirt riding up your body. Your arms were spread out at either side of you as you watched the glorious man in front of you. He lowered himself down between your thighs, muscles bulging in his shoulders and arms. Your arousal pooled between your legs as Dean hooked his arms under your knees. He placed hot, wet kisses along the inside of your thigh.

Dean gripped your panties in his fists, your legs now over his shoulders. A light gasp sounded from your mouth as he tore them in half, taking them from your body to throw them on the floor. 

“I liked those” You whispered, suddenly going shy. 

Dean laughed and went back to kissing your thigh, he was so close to your core. You could feel his hot breath against your slick folds. Wherever Dean’s lips were left a scorching heat behind. He nipped and bit at each of your thighs, his fingers digging into your hips. 

Your eyes flew shut as you felt a smooth lick on your clit. A moan sounded through the room as he pulled it between his lips. You wanted to weave your hands through his hair but you couldn’t, you wanted to be good for him and stick to what the rule was; no touching. Your fingers gripped the bed sheets as your back arched, Dean’s stubble scratching against your thighs. Dean sucked harshly at the bundle of nerves, flicking tongue repeatedly over it.  You panted heavily as you moaned Dean’s name. You felt the tight knot in the pit of your stomach starting to slowly unwind. 

Dean trailed his right hand from your hip and down to your entrance, he gently teased it with his middle finger, grinning again when he felt you writhe beneath him. 

“Please, Dean” You gasped and wriggled your hips making him look up, his lips letting go of your swollen bud.

“Look at you, so responsive to me.” He smirked as he watched you claw at the sheets of the bed when he slowly sunk his finger into you.

He curved his finger, hitting your g-spot perfectly, making you let out a loud cry. He removed his finger, trailing it up your body leaving a wet trail of juices behind. His long, rough, fingers landed on the button of the flannel and quickly opened it, letting the shirt fall open at your sides. 

A rosy blush fell upon your cheeks as he trailed his eyes over you, taking his time to memorize every piece of the goddess splayed out before him. In his eyes you were beautiful, even your flaws. He ducked down and kissed just above your belly button. His hot mouth moving up your skin, stubble scratching along the way. Calloused hands gripped hard at your thighs, fingers digging in hard. You panted heavily when his mouth wrapped around your nipple, his teeth sinking into your flesh. 

A cry of pleasure came from you making Dean twitch in his boxers. He groaned slightly and rubbed his erection against your thigh. He tugged on your nipple so it scraped on his teeth, goose bumps arising on your skin. You bucked yourself into him, eager to feel him, to get him closer. Dean sat up,you laying on the bed, breathing laboured. He pulled his boxers off his body, his member springing up to his stomach. 

Dean gripped your legs again and hooked them over his shoulders before looking up at you, “Baby, I’m not gonna go gentle..” He warned as you leant up on your elbows.

You locked eyes with man and nodded, “I don’t want you to be” 

Your legs fell to his sides as he moved forward to capture your lips with his own, his lips moving fast against yours. He reached down and gripped his girth in his hand, rubbing just the head between your folds. He hissed slightly and bit on your bottom lip, sinking his teeth in hard making you moan.

He waited for your nod of consent before he drove in, all in one. He stretched your walls, not giving you time to adjust before he drug back and drove back in again. His pace slowly picked up, the penetration stirring your arousal deeper and deeper. Your hands inched towards Dean’s hair but he stopped you by pinning your wrists to the mattress either side of you as he snapped his hips back and forth at an incredible speed. 

You writhed beneath him, a moaning mess. Your hands were clenching into fists, eager to grip anything. The pleasure was intense, his thrusts grew animalistic, pounding you with such a force that the bed was slamming against the wall. 

Dean’s lips parted as he moaned, a heavy sheen of sweat embracing his chest. “Y/N, Come on baby” He coaxed. 

You were on the edge, so close with him hitting just the right spot inside you. His thrusts grew sloppy and you clenched around him, squeezing him tight and feeling him throb. 

He drew back again and snapped his hips forward harshly, hitting that knot in your stomach and making it unravel. You screamed Dean’s name as your back arched and your legs shook. Your orgasm took over you, your whole body heating up like a fire. You felt Deans seed fill you as he shouted and let go of your wrists, his head falling into your neck.

You both panted as you came down from your high, Dean not moving from you. His head layed on your sweaty chest, your hand coming up to stroke through his hair.

“I love you, Y/N” Dean whispered, “Don’t leave me” His hand gripped your free one and held it over his heart, it pounding wildly against his chest.

You smiled softly down at him before answering. “I love you too, Dean” You closed your eyes, relaxing. “I won’t leave you, I need you too much”

So! That’s that finished! I’m sorry it’s so short.. my smut writing is shit. And yes there has been a change of username! I am taking requests!

A little bit Ghostly(SamxReader)

Characters: samxreader, briefly dean, cas 

warnings: pregnancy, swearing, death? i think.

Summary: Sam and Dean are ghosts but Y/n can’t get them back to their bodies. The boys end up finding their way back to the bunker five months later only to discover that sam is a soon to be father. Dean then vows to find a way to get them both back into their bodies.

A/N: okay so i’m sorry if this isn’t factually correct but i’m only on season five and i don’t know much about what cas can and can’t do. i’ve been reading other one shots and kind of gotten the jist of it. If you want to know how Sam and Dean get back please ask for a part two! if this gets good feedback then i will carry it on. I don’t have an update schedule but i write when i can. 

How could something like this happen?! You thought to yourself. You didn’t know weather to be mourning or angry. The boys had gotten Cas to turn them into ghosts for the hunt. They needed to talk to a reaper and you needed to do research. The boys found it weird that you willingly stayed at the bunker to research but they just put it down to your experience with reapers but little did they know it was because of the baby Winchester growing in your womb.

That was five months ago. You had no idea what had happened to them but you were starting to panic. You couldn't get them back in their bodies. You couldn’t even ask them for help because you had no idea where they’re spirits were. Castiel popped in occasionally and advised you to rest, but you couldn’t. You’d gotten Cas to do some mumbo jumbo on their bodies so they were reserved for when they eventually came back. 

You were waiting for Cas to pop in. Waiting on news to see where they were; Heaven, Hell, Purgatory? Your left hand was resting on your stomach, the visible bump calming you, letting you know that you could at least carry on the Winchester gene. Sam was your everything, so to carry his child and bring them up was a mission you’d made.  

You sighed, your right hand wiping tears from your eyes. You just wanted them back. The bunker felt so cold and lonely without the nitters back and forth or the laughing. It was just you now.

”Y/N, I have good news” A deep, stiff voice made you jump. 

You knew who it was, each word pronounced correctly. Cas.

”Jesus, Cas! Don’t scare me like that” You sniffed, rubbing at your wet eyes one last time before looking up at him. 

“I’m sorry. It’s been relayed back to me that they haven’t been seen anywhere.” He said slowly, trying not to anger you.

Standing slowly from the table, you clenched your fists at your sides. “They aren’t in hell! They aren’t in Heaven and they aren’t in Purgatory! Cas where the hell are they?!” You screamed as you broke down again.

“Y/N, I promise we will find them but you have to rest. Stress isn’t good for the baby” Cas said gently as he splayed a soft hand on your lower back.

Sam and were in the last motel you guys were at. They were hoping you were there. They had planned to move a vase off a table or something but came unstuck when you weren’t there. 

“Dean, I’m telling you, she’s at the bunker “ Sam sighed, looking around the two-bed room.

Dean turned to look at his brother with an annoyed glare. “ Sammy, we’ve been doing this for five months. we’ve been checking motel after motel! Why didn’t you mention that she could of been there months ago!” He shouted. 

You were family to Dean, he loved you like a sister and he knew you wouldn’t deal well with this. 

“ I’m sorry, I’m not perfect.” Sam snapped, all he wanted was to be close to you. “How do we get there?” He asked curiously.

Dean bit his lip in thought and shrugged. “We,uh, maybe poof there?” he struggled. 

“Okay, so, maybe we close our eyes and if we think about the bunker hard enough..we’ll be there?” Sam guessed. 

So they did. They tried it and luckily it worked. When they opened their eyes seconds later, they were stood in the kitchen of the bunker, right behind you and Cas. The brothers looked at each other in triumph, a large grin spreading across Dean’s face.

Sam watched as you fretted to Cas. “Cas, I need them home. I can’t rest!” You argued with the angel. 

“But Y/N you need to take care of yourself” Cas had crossed his arms, determined to make you rest.

Dean noticed you shiver and tense. “ Cas, is it me or is there a cold spot in here” You mumbled, head turning to look around. 

“ Sam, Dean?” He called before nodding, he could tell.

“They’re here” He smiled.

Sam didn’t like it, the way you looked right through him. He nearly choked when you turned around, his eyes were locked on your stomach. 

“ Sammy? I-I don’t know what to do. I’ve tried so hard.. I’m still looking.. I wont give up on you two. I promise” You mumbled, looking around wearily.

Your left hand came up to rub your bump, in an attempt of comfort. You sighed and began explaining. 

“I found out why I was sick.. on the morning we found the hunt. Sammy, Baby, I was going to tell when the hunt was over.. but..I can’t get you back. I promise i will.. and you’ll be an amazing daddy. Dean, i know you’ll be the best uncle ever..” You sobbed into your hand. “I need you guys”

Sam walked forward and reached out his hand, trying to touch you. An angry growl left his throat as it went straight through. 

“ Dean, we can’t stay dead. I can’t leave her like this.” Sam looked to his brother for comfort.

Dean had never seen his little brother so pained, he knew how much he loved you. 

“We will get out of this. You two will be happy. You’ll have your kid, get married and be the best damn father there is. I am telling you now Sammy!” Dean’s voice trembled as he too watched you pull yet another book from the pile on the table. 

How were they going to get back?

Ain’t nothing like a Trickster.

PART TWO OF ‘A LITTLE BIT GHOSTLY’

Part one

Pairing: Samxreader

Characters: Sam, Dean, Trickster,  Reader

Warnings: none?

A/N: Hey guys and girls, this is part two of “A little bit Ghostly”. So... who is behind this awful situation? I will admit, The first part lacked description and length. I will try to make this one better. I don’t know how many parts this will have, that depends on what you guys want. If you have any positive feedback let me know. As I said before; I’m sorry if this isn’t factually correct. I’m just trying to make it work. I’m only on season five but i’ve had so many spoilers. Please tell me what you think!

Sam stared at his body, noticing how peaceful it looked. His once tanned complexion now pale and un-moving. He wanted everything to fix itself. 

He had no idea why nothing was working. Cas couldn’t turn them back and the reverse spell didn’t work either. Someone had to be behind this. They had ‘Poofed’ back to the bunker two months ago, Dean was going crazy and so was Sam. 

The eldest brother was watching you frantically jot down an address on a scrap of paper. You were wearing one of Sam’s shirts, the front stretched out over your stomach. 

Dean had been working on moving things. He’d read a book title and if he concentrated on the book hard enough it would move and join your pile on the table. That was how you communicated. 

You were biting your lip and looking around when Dean turned to look at you again. A small smile made its way onto his lips. He was trying to work out what you were looking for, his eyes following everywhere you looked. 

“Dammit,Winchester. Where do you hide them?” You groaned, lifting books and boxes to try and find what you were looking for. 

Dean’s eyebrows furrowed as he followed you on the way to his room, pausing in the doorway as he took in the sight of his lifeless body on his bed. 

“Y/N, what are you doing?” He mumbled to himself. 

Your hands yanked open draw after draw, rummaging through. Your eyes widened as you took in just how many packs of condoms the man kept. 

“Jesus, you sure do take precautions” You mumbled as you stood and looked around the room once more.  

Dean smirked to himself and chuckled. He wasn’t too keen on you rummaging through his belongings but it seemed you were desperate. 

Dean’s smile fell as he witnessed you take a deep breath and stare at his body. You slowly shuffled forward and knelt on the bed beside him. 

“Oh, Dean..” You said quietly as your hand came up to brush his hair back. 

He had to look away, he couldn’t watch. It made him emotional. 

You lent down and kissed his forehead, moving your hand to his pocket and feeling around for the Impala keys. You then tried his other pocket and let out a displeased sound.

”No, Why did you give them to Sam?” You cried slightly. 

You couldn’t use your car, it was out of fuel and the breaks were sticking.Dean’s was the only option. 

“Dean, I don’t know if I can go into Sammy’s room” He heard your weak voice and turned to watch again. “It’s taking all I have just to sit here..” You held his cold hand. 

“ I think I have something.. so I’ll be back in a couple of days” You nodded to yourself and stood, rubbing both hands down your face.

You had to get the keys from Sam but you didn’t know if you could. Standing as straight as you could, you waddled slightly out of the room with Dean’s spirit in tow yet again. 

“I’m gonna start calling you penguin” He chuckled slightly as he crossed his arms. 

Sam was startled when he felt you walk right through him, he hated it. He turned to Dean and raised an eyebrow. 

“What do you want?” He asked his brother.

Dean looked over Sam’s shoulder, noting your emotional state and tensed his jaw. 

“We need to go to the car.” He stated as he gestured Sam to follow him. 

Sam did follow Dean, the two glancing at eachother before waiting. “So.. why are we here?” Sam rolled his eyes.”I think we have better things to worry about than your precious car, Dean!” Sam’s voice came out hard and strong.

“Just shut up and listen, Sam!” Dean snapped before continuing. “Y/N’s taking the Impala and going somewhere for a few days. We should keep an eye on her!” 

You held the keys in your hand, standing infront of the impala. You had thrown your bag into the trunk and grabbed Dean’s gun to carry in the front seat. 

The brothers glanced at eachother as they watched you struggle to fit comfortably in the car. You reached out for the lever to adjust the steering wheel, stopping it from pushing into the bump that is your stomach.

“Oh, come on Y/N. I had that just right” Dean groaned, leaning forward from the back.

“Dean, she can’t see us” The younger brother chuckled from the back.

“No she cant see us” They knew that voice anywhere. Trickster.

Dean whipped around and glared. “Is this your doing?!” He boomed, anger radiating off him.

“Now now. Thats not a way to talk to me if you want to get back, is it?” the Trickster chuckled. 

“Turn us back! Y/N needs us!” Sam pleaded, he knew there was someone behind this.

“Oh boo hoo. You know this crap nearly made me shed a tear.” The trickster chuckled. “I’ll turn you back, once you’ve learned your lesson”

“What lesson?” Sam rushed out, becoming impatient.

“When you realize making stupid decisions like this could cost you your life! You know.. I might wait just a little while longer..” He grinned before disappearing. 

The Cure - Dean Winchester Imagine

New Me Part 2

Part 1

Warning: Gore, blood, maybe some angst......maybe

Summary: Knowing what you’ve turned into Dean beats himself up and tries to right his wrong

You felt the tug indicating someone was summoning you. You groaned, the only person who normally dared to summon you was either Crowley or Abaddon. You laid down the knife you were using. You wiped the blood from your hands on the grey shirt you were wearing. You smiled at the soul lying on the rack. ‘Don’t you worry sweetheart’ Her eyes widened as you leaned over her. ‘I’ll be back once I figure out what these idiots want’ You reached out and ran your finger across her cheek collecting the blood that ran there. ‘Don’t go anywhere’ You giggled and put your finger in your mouth sucking the liquid from it. You smirked as her eyes widened. ‘Wait for me my dear?’ You giggled and zapped yourself up top.

You threw you hand out and the door flew off its hinges. ‘I thought I told you boys to leave it alone? Well, where’s little Sammy?’ Dean spun around as the door hit the far wall. ‘And did you really think I was going to pop up inside this dodgy motel room. Ever inch of it is covered in devil traps’ You twisted your wrist and a crack appeared along the ceiling. breaking all the traps they had put on the ceiling. ‘Except for the corner Your Majesty is standing in over there’ You chuckled and waved at Crowley.

He gave you a tight smile and waved slightly. ‘You’re fighting for Hell and you’re trying to trap me?’ You raised your eyebrows and leaned against the door frame. ‘And working with the Winchesters’ You spat the name giving the elder hunter a glare. ‘To do it, well the Demon’s aren’t going to be too happy are they?’ You giggled. ‘They’ll all back Abaddon when they hear you’ve got rid of their favourite torturer’ Crowley just crossed his arms. ‘Not like there isn’t a new big shot down there already’ You looked down at your heels. ‘Abaddon’s got her laws into hell’ Crowley growled.

You giggled looking up at him. ‘No, that would be me’ You twiddled your fingers at him. ‘But myself and Abaddon have a mutual agreement’ Crowley pushed himself up with a glare. ‘You would bow down to Abaddon?’ You rolled your eyes. ‘Better than some egotistical salesman’ You laughed. ‘So don’t try manipulate my alliance’  You looked at Dean who was just gaping at you.

You pushed yourself from the frame and stood straight. ‘I won’t be siding with someone who is so tolerant of them’ You glared at Dean Winchester. ‘Of any hunters’ You spat the word. The thing that you once were now disgusted you. Crowley disappeared and you rolled your eyes. ‘Now Winchester, unless you want to make a deal I got a soul to crack open downstairs’ You smirked checking your nails. ‘I’m sorry’ The words were faint but you heard them

You rolled your eyes. ‘You can be as sorry as you want but it still doesn’t matter to me’ You smiled and raised you hand waving your fingers at him. ‘Now buh bye’ Before you could disappear there was a sound of wings behind you. Something clamped down on your wrist.

Your head snapped to the side. ‘Sorry’ Sam reached around and grabbed your other hand clamping the other cuff on it. ‘Really?’ You look between the younger Winchester and the Angel before clicking. But they didn’t disappear. ‘What is this?’ You growled. ‘Us getting you back Babe’ Dean gave you an apologetic smile as he walked towards you.

You glared and reached out. You wrapped the chain around the taller man’s neck. And kicked his leg out from under him. Dean reached out but you tighten your grip. Sam choked and gripped at the chain. ‘Let me out’ You snarled dragging the much larger man with you down the hallway. ‘Or I’ll snap his neck’ Both the other men tried to calm you. ‘I’ll kill him’ Then Castiel disappeared.

You turned your body slightly as he appeared again. You kicked out breaking the bone in his knee and he fell. You leaned back dragging the almost unconscious hunter with you and swung your elbow making it collide into the side of his face and he fell to the ground. ‘Don’t Dean’ He stopped about a foot from you.

A sharp pain in your leg made you grunt. ‘Crowley, No’ Dean shouted rushing forwards. You seen the angel blade heading for your neck before you could do anything. But you still raised your hands to intercept. Then you were knocked to the ground. You grunted when someone landed on top of you. Your eyes met the striking green you had loved years ago. You raised your head your forehead hitting his face. He grunted and you threw him off you.

You scrambled to your feet but your way was blocked by a trenchcoated Angel. He raised his hand pressing it to your forehead and then everything went black

Groaning you opened your eyes. You felt different. Like something was wrong with you, and it made you scream. Pain coursed through your veins. ‘Dean’ You heard a shout. Your eyes fell on Sam Winchester. You sat strapped to a chair. The chair was inside a Devils trap. Sam sat on a desk his nose in a book, the usual. Five syringes were beside him, all filled with blood. ‘Sam let me go’ You growled. He shook his head. ‘I’ll cut you a deal’ You smirked. ‘You let me out I’ll give you a taste of some of that Demon blood you love so much’ Your head snapped to the doorway as his older brother walked in . ‘She’s awake’ You seen the sorrow in his eyes and for some reason it made you feel bad.

Wait what?

You shouldn’t feel bad. Dean picked up a syringe and began walking over to you. ‘What the hell did you freaks do to me?’ You snarled. Dean sighed. ‘I’m sorry’ He stuck the needle into your arm and pumped the blood into your system. You grunted as it mingled with your own stinging. ‘W-what are you doing to me?’ You looked up at him through your lashes. ‘Dean?’ You whimpered. ‘We’re curing you sweetheart’ He placed his hand on your cheek a soft look on his face.

Curing you? But that was impossible. You turned you head sinking your teeth into his hand. He shouted and jerked away. He raised his hand. ‘Go on, hit me’ You taunted a sadistic smile on your face. Dean lowered his hand and turned walking from the devil’s trap to his brother. You made a show of licking the blood from your lips. ‘You can’t cure demon’s Dean, we can’t be cured’ Sam patted his brother’s shoulder as he walked by him. ‘We are what we are, its how we live with what we’ve done’ You smirked when you seen the flash of hurt in his eyes. ‘I really am sorry about what I did to you’ Your smirk fell and you scoffed. The pang of empathy you felt was foreign and unwelcome.

Two hours later and two injections later you were starting to feel worse for wear. Your body was tired and sore and you wanted to cry. Of course you couldn’t give them that satisfaction and you just sat watching them read. ‘Shouldn’t it be working by now?’ Dean whispered to his brother who just looked up at you. You sent them a smirk. ‘She’s shut up’ Sam sighed. ‘I’ve said everything I need to, plus you two don’t exactly hold riveting conversations’ You shrugged and leaned back closing your eyes.

You heard Dean sigh. ‘Unless you want to talk about Hell’ You opened your eyes looking at them. Dean’s eyes widened and Sam gulped. ‘I mean, we’ve all been there’ You leaned forwards smiling at Dean. ‘Me and you have something in common Dean, we both enjoy torturing souls’ You seen him tense. ‘I mean, I like it a lot more than you ever did but it’s the only way I can feel anything anymore’ you paused. ‘Not after they broke me’ You watched the look they shared and you cursed yourself.

Feeling, feelings that’s what was happening. You growled. ‘They broke me and built me up stronger’ Then you seen the hope disappear from their eyes. ‘Time for another shot’ Dean muttered standing. You smirked and beamed at him. ‘Oh do, I quiet enjoy the pain. Really gets me going’ You grunted as he shoved the injection into you again.

You eyes the injection on the table. It was the last one. Dean reached for it and you felt your wall break. ‘Don’t’ You cried. ‘Please, please don’t’ You felt the tears fill your eyes. ‘I can’t survive as a human, my soul. It-it’s in pieces. I won’t survive as a human. Don’t do this to me’ Dean’s hand froze over the injection. ‘Please Dean. Please’ You blinked and the tears ran down your cheeks. ‘You’ll kill me’ You whimpered.

Dean ignored the injection and made his way towards you. ‘Please, I’ve suffered so much since I died, please just let this be’ You began to sob. ‘Sweetheart, I can’t let you live as a demon’ You felt Dean’s hand on your cheek. ‘I live as a demon or I die’ You looked up at him. He had tears in his eyes too. ‘Do this for me, do this one thing for me Dean’ Sam nudged Dean and handed him the syringe giving you an apologetic look. ‘No’ You screamed lurching forwards and Dean stumbled back.

You glared at them both. ‘You can’t fix this’ You screamed. ‘You’re killing me. Just like you did before, and you moved on’ You spat. ‘And don’t you think I don’t know what you did, I heard all about it’ Tears flowed freely from your eyes. ‘You moved on with skank after skank while I was being tortured’ You slumped down in the chair. ‘I screamed for you’ Your voice small. ‘Every time they cut me, I screamed for you, every time they put me back on that rack I cried your name. Every second of every day it was your name I screamed but you never came. I always held onto the hope that you would come find me, and drag me out’ You looked up at him to see a tear running down his perfect face. ‘Don’t you dare cry’ You snarled. ‘This is your fault, all because you’d let the world burn for him’ You sent Sam a glare. ‘I was just another person in the world’ Sobs shook you body.

You couldn’t do this, you couldn’t be a human. As a demon you didn’t feel anything, none of it. All you felt was hunger for and anger. And even the anger was only a mild tickle. ’It was when I finally gave up on you coming to find me that my soul turned. It was when I let go of all hope and faith I had in you Dean Winchester that turned me into the very thing I hated’ Dean’s jaw clenched and you seen the broken look on his face. ‘And now, now that I’m finally okay again you want to rip everything away from me again. I haven’t forgiven you for the first time and I won’t forgive you for this. Never’ You spat pulling on your restraints. 

You wanted to hurt him, just like he had hurt you. You wanted to cause him as much pain as he had caused you. You wanted to make him suffer.

You hissed as Sam stuck the needle into your arm. Then he began to speak. You felt pain erupting inside of you. A scream ripped through your lips and you felt your body begin to convulse. The pain began to spread through your body and tears dropped from your face onto your arms. You felt every emotion you had avoided for years bubble up inside of you. The scream died in your throat as you began to choke. You spat the blood from your lips. ‘Sam Stop’ Dean shouted as he rushed forwards taking your face in his hands.

Blood coated your lips staining them red. You felt it begin to trickle from your right nostal. Then it wasn’t tears falling from your eyes, the red liquid stained your face and Dean’s hands. ‘You’re killing her, stop’ Dean began to sob but Sam stayed going. The strength you had left began to leave your body. You slumped forwards onto Dean’s shoulder. ‘At least it wasn’t you that pulled the trigger this time’ You whispered. ‘But I can’t bring myself to hate you’ Your eyes met his. ‘I’m sorry I blamed you. I love you Dean, always have’ You breathed out. Then the room went silent. 

And the last thing you heard was Dean’s crying, just like the first time.

Then everything disappeared and the world went dark.

Oh wow...this is a little short.....sorry

Masterlist

Gone - Dean Winchester Imagine

Dean x reader

Summary: You call an old hunting friend for help but end up in an awkward situation

You sighed as it went straight to voicemail. ‘God damn it Winchester’ You growled into your phone. ‘Call me back let me know you’re alright will you? You bloody idjit’ You ran your hand over your face. ‘I know you’re moving, I’ve traced your GPS this morning. I’m an hour south of you John, I was coming to see you but ran into a real big vmp nest, could use your help. I’m in the sunrise Motel room 15. Just, just call me back, let me know you’re okay. Or better yet, pick up the bloody phone. Please’ You sighed when your heard the beep.

You held your hand to your neck. Night had fallen about an hour ago and you had just killed them in time. You leaned heavily against the door as you fumbled with the keys to the motel room. The door clicked open and you shouldered it open. ‘You rang’ You screamed and stumbled backwards breathing heavily. Your heart hammered against your chest, and this time in shock, not like the last time you seen him.

He sat on your bed. You slammed the door shut behind you. ‘What not happy to see me?’ He said with a smile. He raised his arms turning his body towards you. ‘You know I’m not, no need to be such as ass about it Winchester’ You growled as you walked over to the table. 

He hadn’t changed a bit. He still had the bright green eyes that sparkled when he smiled. He still had the large hard hands you loved to feel all over you. Still had those muscular thighs, those bow legs. His strong broad shoulders you had loved to wrap your arms around. And those full lips you knew he was pouting behind your back.

You laid your weapons on the table. ‘I wonder why I’m being such an ass Y/n’ He snapped and you knew he was angry, of course he was angry. He had every right to be angry. ‘Dean’ The other man snapped at him. It was probably Sam you concluded. The only other person Dean would ever hunt with apart from his father. Plus, he looked like the photo’s Dean shower you when you two had taken those cases together. Can’t you see she’s hurt’ He made his way over to you. ‘Can I help?’ He asked you kindly and you looked up at him. Damn, he was tall. Even taller than Dean, you never really thought that was possible. 

You shook your head. ‘No, just need a few stitches, just a nibble. Sam isn’t it?’ You wiped your hand on your jeans and held you hand out to him. He nodded. ‘Y/n’ He grabbed your hand nodding at your neck. ‘You’re a little cold and look like you lost a lot of blood’ Sam fussed and you smiled up at him. He was sweet. ‘Just a vamp bite’ You dropped his hand walking your bag to get the medkit. ‘Did they get much?’ Dean’s concerned voice asked beside you. ‘You had dinner? Food is always helpful after losing blood’ He asked as you crouched. Why couldn’t he stay the ass? Why did he have to turn back into the nice Dean. That Dean just made you want to throw your arms around him and apologise.

You shook your head your hand still pressed to your neck. It hadn’t been a simple bit, more like a munch and rip. ‘I’ll run out and grab us some, what do you want?’ You looked over your shoulder to see Sam grabbing the Impala keys. ‘No’ Your eyes widened. You didn’t want him to leave you alone with Dean. ‘No, it-it’s fine, I’ll order take away’ You looked back as you seen him nod leaving down the keys.

You rummaged through the bag looking for the med kit. ‘Where’s your Dad? I left him a message. I guess he sent you two?’ You were met with silence. ‘Y/n’ You turned to see Dean holding up John’s phone. You froze at the downcast look on his face. ‘No’ You breathed. ‘He can’t be’ Dean sighed and nodded. Your hand flew to your mouth. ‘Damn it’ You closed your eyes dropping to your knees. ‘I can’t believe I didn’t go with him’ You felt someone beside you. ‘I’m so sorry, I told him where that damn Demon was’ You felt Dean wrap his arm around you.

You leaned into him sighing. ‘I could have ditched my sister, I knew he was a mean son of a bitch. I should have helped’ Dean tightened his grasp on you. ‘It wouldn’t have helped, it wasn’t the Demon, he made a deal’ Dean explained. ‘You would have only gotten hurt’ You shoved him away from you. ‘Don’t start being nice Dean, I don’t deserve it’ You grabbed the green box and stood.

The world spun around you and went black for a second. ‘Damn, that is one nasty bite’ You felt arms around you. Arms you missed. ‘You said it was just a nibble’ He snapped. You sighed leaning into him as hsat you on the bed keeping your eyes closed knowing if you opened them the world would spin. ‘Samm’ He called over his shoulder. ‘Go get that dinner, she’ll have extra fries and a double cheeseburger extra tomatoes, no pickles’ He paused. ‘And get some donuts, something full of sugar’ You heard the rattle of keys and then the door slammed.

Dean slipped out from under you. ‘Sorry I ripped into you when you came in’ You opened your eyes, the world spun for a second but then stayed still. ‘You had every right to’ You sighed.He came back from the bathroom with a clothe. Now you were alone with him, something you didn’t want to happen. He knelt before you putting the kit on the bed and opening it. He pulled out the needle and thread. ‘I shou-’ You grunted cutting him off. ‘Please don’t, can we just not?’ You breathed out.

Dean nodded but you could see the hurt shining behind his eyes. But of course he kept his mouth shut, typical Dean always so damn perfect. He put his hands on your knees pushing them open. You tense as he crept between them your thighs on either side of his body. He began to clean the excess blood from your neck and you started to relax.

Dean patted your upper thigh and you opened your eyes. His face was close to your hip as he took in the last of the stitches in your skin. ‘Thanks’ You breathed as he sat back. He looked up at you. His green eyes meeting yours. Your breath hitched in your throat. Man those eyes could turn your insides to mush. ‘Y/n’ His hand slid up your thighs and around your back. Your breathing sped up as his fingers danced along the bare skin of your back. ‘I should go get a shower’ You whispered.

Dean nodded but didn’t move. His body moved closer to you. ‘Y/n, talk to me’ He breathed. You wiggled and adjusted your leg to it was on the other side of him. ‘I need to shower, I’m covered in blood’ You stood leaving his knees by the bed. ‘Why do you always do this?’ He snapped standing whirling around to you. ‘You did this the last time I seen you’ He shouted at you

You crossed your arms cover your chest. You felt slightly exposed only standing there in your bra and jeans. ‘Why do you push me away?’ You scoffed and threw your hands up into the air. ‘You’re one to talk Winchester. When we met you made it your mission to make sure I didn’t even want to talk to you’ Dean groaned. ‘We were 18′ He snapped. ‘And we got over that’ You sighed rubbing your forehead. ‘Why did you leave?’ He screamed. ‘We were good together’ You dropped your hand.

You looked at him with wide eyes. ‘Because I couldn’t stay, that’s why I left’ You screamed back at him. ‘Because you ran whenever your Dad called, because we were never really together Dean’ He froze. ‘There was never an us, you were never mine you were always his, always did as he said. I was always your second’ You screamed. ‘You could have told me that, you didn’t have to just pack your bags and leave. You didn’t even leave a note. You didn’t talk to me for 2 whole years’ Your sighed. you knew how long it had been without him.

It had been some of the trickiest years of your life. You had gotten so used to hunting with Dean and then going to solo had taken a hit out of things. You had almost gotten yourself killed a few times.

And that was only the hunting side of things. It had taken you a long time to really realise Dean wasn’t there, you wouldn’t roll over and he would be there to pull you into his arms. When some douche got too handsy, he would step in telling him to ‘go to hell’ and ‘get his damn hands off you’. Then take you back to the motel and make you forget all about any other man. Most of all you just missed his company. You missed riding shotgun as you two rode to a hunt. How he would scream along to his classic rock. Or how he would smile at you, it lighting up his face. How he would hover close to you whenever you were out.

You just missed his presence.

You watched as his shoulders rose and dropped under his harsh breathing. ‘We were hunting partners’ You shrugged. ‘We hunted together and fucked to blow off some steam, get rid of that adrenaline. Didn’t think it would be such a big deal’ You could feel the tears begin to prick at your eyes. ‘To blow off steam?’ He screamed. His voice louder than you had ever heard it before. It made you shrink back a little. ‘That’s all we were to you? Some left over adrenaline?’ You could tell you had hurt him.

But it was better than the alternative. You two had gotten too close. Things had started to happen between you. And if you had learned anything after a life in hunting is that partnerships ended in disaster. If you and Dean had continued one of you would have died, and the other would be left devastate, thinking they could have done more, that it was their fault. The way you were heading, the hunting life wasn’t the place for that. And neither of you were giving it up.

A little hurt now, was better than a whole heap down the line. ‘It’s how it was for both of us’ You snapped back but your voice broke a little. You closed your eyes willing the tears to stay away. You had cried as many tears as you were going to cry over losing this man. ‘No, no it wasn’t’ You eyes snapped open. ‘Do you know what it did to me?’ You looked down at your boots unable to meet his eyes. ‘What waking up that morning did to me?’ You heard his footsteps as he stalked over to you.

You seen his feet but refused to look up at him. ‘I woke up and you were gone Y/n, Gone’ He wasn’t shouting anymore. But this was almost worse, you deserved his anger. Dean being angry you could deal with but this, not this. You couldn’t deal with the shake in his voice, the crack, almost as if he was about to cry. ‘You left me, you were gone’ His voice to dropped to more than a whisper.

You shrugged not looking at him. You felt his anger flare again. ‘Gone’ He shouted. ‘Why? Why did you leave?’ His hand wrapped around your arms. And you finally looked up. You didn’t like what you seen. Dean’s lips were parted. His eyes were wet with tears. ‘I couldn’t stay’ You felt your own voice crack and tears you had willed away started to come back. ‘Why? We were good? Why couldn’t you stay? What was wrong?’ God Dean never knew when to give up. ‘God damn it Dean Winchester, I’d fell in love with you’  You screamed pulling away from him.

You froze when you had realised what you had said, your eyes almost going as wide as his. Tears streamed from them down your cheeks. Dean’s jaw was almost on the floor. His arms still raised where he had held you. ‘Eh’ Both your heads snapped to the side.

Sam stood in the doorway a large brown bag in his hands. His eyes were wide and moved between you and his brother. You seen Dean reach up wipe a tear from his face. Why had neither of you heard him come in? ‘I got food, and a room for me and Dean’ You nodded looking down at your hands. ‘I should shower’ You turned running to the bathroom.

The rest of the night had been slightly awkward. You had all eaten dinner, you were happy Dean had remembered what you liked. Then you three had shared a few beers. The boys had made sure you were recovered before retiring to their own room.

You jumped when there was a knock on your door. You slowly opened it. Dean looked up at you with a soft smile. You sighed. ‘Dean li-’ But he cut you off. His hand wrapped around the back of your neck and pulled you to him. His other hand cupped your cheek and he pressed his lips to your. You tensed against him.

But then relaxed your hands grabbing his jacket pulling him closer to you. You could never say no to Dean, never. You loved him. Always had. Dean pulled away slightly his forehead resting on yours. ‘I love you Y/n’ Dean breathed his eyes opening and meeting yours. You felt your chest tighten. Those word you had wanted to hear for years. Words you had dreamt about hearing, it was true most nights you had dreamt of him lying beside you muttering those exact words. ‘I did back then and I love you now’ You felt your eyes tear up, he loved you. He loved you back. You could see the fear in his eyes. Fear you were going to tell him to leave, fear you wouldn’t love him back. Dean had never really felt as if he deserved those things, and part of you blamed John, the rest the Life. But also hope, he was hoping you felt the same about him, hoping you could say it back.

You pressed your lips to the side of his full pink lips. ‘I love you too’ You breathed. Dean smiled his eyes lighting up and pressed his lips against yours again. You took a step back into the room pulling him with you. He closed the door behind him with his foot as his hands pulled off your clothes and yours did the same with his.

You let out a breath as you watched the man sleep beside you. He looked peaceful in his sleep. A sleeping Dean was always something you loved watching. It was like all the weight of everything was taken off his shoulders. How you wanted it to be, how you wanted a happy life for him, for him to leave this behind and settle. You reached over brushing your finger along the freckles on his cheeks. 

You smiled remembering the night before. All the times he had told you he loved you, all the times you had said it back to him. How he had held you in his arms as you both lay panting. Then how you had leaned over and kissed him with everything you had. And how he had rolled you underneath him saying he wanted to show you exactly how much he loved you, again.

You jumped as a hand came down on your shoulder drawing you from your thoughts. ‘Oh hey Sam’ You smiled up at the smaller Winchester. ‘How you feeling today Y/n?’ He asked. He must have been for a jog, he was covered in sweat and wearing a tracksuit. ‘A lot less sore thank you’ You smiled. Sam nodded. ‘Well, I’m going to get breakfast’ He smiled down at you before turning. ‘Hey Sam?’ You called after him He stopped looking at you. You looked down at your hands and sighed. 

You slipped the silver ring from it holding it out him. He took it with furrowed eyebrows looking confused. ‘Will you do me a favour?’ You whispered. He nodded as he cradled the small band in his large hand. ‘I’m so sorry, and I love you more than anything’ You breathed. ‘Will you pass that onto your brother for me’ His eyes snapped up to you and widened. ‘Please?’ You felt your throat tighten and Sam nodded again. ‘Thank you’ You gave him a tight smile. 

You turned climbing into your old car and pulled out from the motel parking lot tears cascading town your cheeks with Sam watching you go.

Leaving Dean Winchester asleep and naked in your motel room.

Sleepyhead - Dean Imagine

Dean x Reader

Summary: You love to cuddle.

No plotline whatsoever......just cuddly, cute Dean time.

You opened the door to your old house. You weren’t surprised when you seen the younger Winchester sitting on the couch his feet up on the stool in front of him and the TV on. You recognised the car out front, plus you had given them spare keys to the safe house a few months ago. ‘Hey’ Sam waved at you. ‘Winchester’ You closed the door behind you and walked over to the couch. You bent over the back.

You laid your hands on Sam’s shoulders leaning around him to plant a kiss on his cheek. The stubble there was about a day old telling you how long they had been here. ‘How’s things? Taking a few days off?’ You asked wrapping your arms around him. He turned his head and pressed a kiss to your chin. ‘Yeah, you?’ He leaned your chin on his shoulder and he wrapped his arms around your forearms. ‘Salt and burn a few states over’ You turned your face into his shirt when you yawned.

Sam chuckled and you smiled lazily at him. ‘Is Dean with you?’ You asked him, you knew the answer already. ‘Yeah, he’s upstairs asleep’ You nodded. ‘You should probably sleep, you look tired’ Sam smiled at you. You rolled your eyes. ‘You need to stop being such a worrier’ You laughed at him but stood up pressing a kiss to his head. ‘I’m going shopping later. You want anything? How long are you boys staying?’ Sam shrugged. ‘Few days, and I’ll make a list and come with you’ You nodded grabbing the bag you had dropped. ‘I’m not letting you two out of here for at least a week, you boys need a break’ You turned walking up the stairs.

You giggled when you heard Sam shouting ‘Of course Mom’ After you. You opened the door to you bedroom and stopped short. Dean was lying on his stomach across your bed. He was wearing just a boxers. Your eyes ran over his wide shoulders and muscled back. The blankets was down around his thighs and his arms buried under his pillow. You smiled as the peaceful look on his face.

You quietly put your bag on the floor and began towards the chair. You sat pulling off your boots your eyes on Dean’s body. You stood wiggling out of your jeans. ‘Y/n?’ Dean’s groggy voice cut through the silence. You smiled pulling off your top and bra. ‘Hello Sleepyhead’ You breathed and grabbed his t shirt pulling it onto your body. Dean grunted a greeting as you climbed onto the bed.

You threw your leg over his body straddling his hips. You leaned forwards and began to massage the muscles in his shoulder. He let out a long moan settling into the bed. ‘Any reason why Sam looks like he’s been through the wars?’ You asked and Dean smiled softly and you kept kneading the knots from his shoulders. ‘We have’ You nodded beginning to make your way down his back. ‘Anything you want to talk about?’ You asked.

Dean hummed and shook his head. ‘Dean’ You leaned forwards and pressed a kiss between his shoulders. He sighed. ‘Leviathans’ Dean muttered. ‘Old things that Cas let out of Purgatory’ You leaned back and began to work on his lower back. ‘Yes, about everyone in the world knows about them babe’ He groaned when you hit a particularly hard knot.

You leaned into him more as he groaned. ‘We just came from a fight with one, nasty things can’t die’ You nodded. ‘Last one I got, cut it’s head off and shipped it to a friend of mine in Japan’ Den chuckled and opened one eye looking up at you. ‘You have friends in Japan?’ You nodded and he closed his eyes again. ‘Didn’t know’ You leaned forwards again pressing butterfly kisses to his shoulders.

Dean wiggled snuggling back into the sheets. ‘Where were you?’ Your fingers danced along the hard muscle of his back. ‘Salt and burn’ You leaned down lying on Dean’s back resting your head on his shoulder. ‘Why don’t you go back to sleep. I’m going shopping in a few hours when the stores open you want anything?’ Dean shook his head. ‘You know what I like’ You kissed his jaw, damn it that jaw. He should use it as a weapon.

You sat back up. ‘You know, you still You seen him smile before he turned slightly. He wrapped his hand around your arm and pulled you down. You giggled when you lended on the bed. Dean opened his eyes and you smiled at him. He reached down pulling the covers up and you wiggled beneath them.

Dean rolled onto his side and opened his arms. You moved closer to him and turned your back to him. You laid your head on his bicep and he curled it brushing his fingers through the hair on the top of your head. Dean dropped his arm over your waist and pulled you back so that your back was pressed to his front. He leaned forwards and pressed a kiss to the back of your neck.

You let a breath fall from your lips. Since Bobby had sent the boys your way when they were hiding a few years ago you had loved them with all your heart. Dean in a completely different manner to Sam. Yu loved Sam as if he was your brother, your best friend. Dean you loved to the bottom of your heart. It had broken your heart when he had disappeared with Lisa, but you knew it was for the best. He had gotten out, and that was something most Hunters dreamt of.

But you had been selfish and gotten your wish to see him again. When Sam had told him he was back and brought Dean back into this whole mess you had scolded him to no end wondering why he didn’t exactly care, then Cas had the answer. No Soul. But a small part of you was happy that you had Den back. And it was then you had told him you loved him. 

And here he was, still with you. You felt Dean shift behind you trying to get comfortable. you rolled your eyes knowing how he liked to sleep. You threaded your hand with his and rolled forwards a little. You threw one leg up and lay half on your side half on your tummy. Dean smiled against your neck. He pressed himself into your back lying on top of you. 

He threw his own leg over you pressing it against your own. You wiggled back into him now covered by heat and muscle. This was definitely one of your favourite positions to cuddle with Dean. You guessed it was his too seeing as this was how you mostly ended up when you slept together. 

In all the years you were a hunter you had never felt safe, it was always something. But with Dean it was different. When he held you it wasn’t that you felt safe, you felt like you could take on the world. But when you were like this, you felt protected, like nothing could touch you.And Dean felt like he was protecting you. Dean always wanted to protect everything.

You felt his breathing even out and you smiled knowing he was asleep. You smiled and closed your eyes burying your face in the pillow letting all the tension leave your body. You smiled as Dean snuggled further into your neck his legs tangling his bare legs with yours.

You woke up a few hours later with a shiver. You groaned at the cold air on your back. Turning over you opened your eyes. Dean was curled up on the other side of your double bed his back to you. You shuffled across the bed. ‘Any reason you’re over here?’ You muttered and you heard him groan. ‘I was hoping you’d think I was still asleep’ You reached out running your hand over his back. ‘Something on your mind?’ You wrapped your arm around his waist. 

You pressed your front to his back and tangled your legs with his. You pressed a kiss between his shoulder blades. ‘We don’t know how to kill these things’ He sighed. ‘What if they hurt someone? You?’ Dean took your hand in his bending slightly to press a kiss to your knuckles. ‘Then they get me, that’s how this works Dean. Sometimes these things just happen’ Dean chuckled as you settled into his back. You sighed finally warming up. ‘Always a happy one you’ He muttered sleepily. You smiled

You inhaled deeply taking in the smell of Dean. He smelt a little like the bodywash and shampoo you had in your shower. But there was also that musky smell that was all Dean. ‘Realistic’ You closed your eyes. ‘That’s why I love ye’ Your eyes shot open. In all the years Dean had known you he never said he loved you. ‘Dean?’ You whispered.

But got no response. You snuggled back into his back, you’d talk to him after about it. Now he probably just needed to sleep.

You groaned as you heard someone talking. ‘I’ll come with you Sam’ You muttered and felt someone tense under you. Wait? Under you? ‘I got it Y/n, you two should sleep’ You heard the door close and arms tightened around you. ‘Don’t you even think about moving’ Dean whispered. He planted a kiss on your head. 

You both must have moved during the night. You were currently on your side your head lying on Dean’s chest as he lay on his back. You smiled snuggling closer to him. Both your legs were tangled together and you could feel his skin pressed against yours.  Your shirt had ridden up to your ribs. One of Dean’s arms was wrapped around your shoulders, the fingers on his other hand were intertwined with yours as your arm was thrown across his body.

You sighed listening to him as you heard the Impala roar to life outside. ‘How did we end up like this?’ You opened your eyes and tilted your head back. You found him looking down at you already with a slight smile. ‘You rolled away’ He shrugged with one arm. ‘Right’ You nodded closing your eyes and nuzzled back into his shoulder pressing a few kisses to his skin.

You both lay in silence for a while. ‘I was thinking we should spend the day I bed, Sammy’s going to the library in town’ You heard the smile in his voice. You nodded pulling the covers up over you. You untangled your legs from Deans and threw them over his hips pushing yourself up. You looked down at Dean as you straddled him. ‘I meant cuddling’ He smirked but his hands began massaging your thighs.

You laid your hands on his chest a finger tracing over the anti possession tattoo on his collar. ‘I like cuddling you Y/n’ You shrugged and leaned down pressing your lips to his. You felt Dean smile into the kiss. ‘I meant it’ He mumbled against your lips. You pulled away. ‘What?’ He smiled his hand leaving your thigh and he placed his hand on your cheek.

You leaned into him. ‘I love you, never told you but I do’ You sighed and leaned down curling into his chest. He wrapped his arms around you and pressed a kiss to your forehead. ‘I love you too Dean’ You smiled into his bare chest. ‘How about when Sam gets home you show me how much you love me but making me one of those delicious burgers’ Dean laughed. ‘Of course sweetheart’ You smiled cuddling into him again just wanting to be in his arms.

Dean tightened his grasp on you muttering sweet nothings in your ear. Cuddling with Dean definitely had to be your favourite pastime.

I know it’s short and not amazing but I was feeling DEAN CUDDLES and needed to get it down

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Hired Gun - Dean Winchester Imagine

Dean x reader

Summary: The FBI roll up into town after a few people die, you take a liking to the smaller Agent.

You lounged on the seat in the back of the shop. You had the TV on and a packet of chips beside you. The bell sounded at the front of the shop. You pushed yourself from the plush cushions. You walked towards the door-shaped hole in the wall. It had a beaded curtain covering it so customers couldn’t see into the back. 

The little shop was owned by you and your family. You owned most of the block, your sister owner the diner next door, and your brother owned the club at the end of the street. It was cosy and small but it was exactly what you needed.

You pushed the bead aside. Your eyes landed on two men making their way towards the counter that was between you and the rest of the store. They were both tall, probably above 6 foot. Although one was extremely tall. He wore a suit and a dark tie, his hair was long, coming to below his ears. He was well built and he was very handsome.

But it was the smaller man who caught your attention. He was broad, his physic obvious under the dark cheap suit. He walked with purpose on those long muscular legs. But it was his face that was perfection. He had full pink lips, a killer jawline  His light brown hair messy on his head but neatly cut. And those eyes, those bright green eyes you could get lost in.

They both stopped in front of the counter and you had to look up at them. They had to be the most beautiful men you had ever met. ‘Agent Gabriel, Agent Collins’ The shorter said pulling out a badge. Your eyes ran over every detail on it before he sucked it away again. ‘FBI’ He had a deep gravelly voice to go along with the perfect face and it made you smile. ‘And what can I do for you boys?’ You asked them leaning forwards onto the counter. You seen the smaller smile a little his eyes dropping for a split second from your face.

The taller one cleared his throat and you took your eyes from him and looked at his partner. Your eyes roamed their bodies. ‘We’re investigating the deaths in town and heard you might know something’ You shrugged at him. ‘I know a lot of thing about a lot of things for those who know the right questions to ask’ You smirked and he gave you a slight bitch face. ‘You know anything about the deaths?’ The smaller one got straight to the point.

You pursed your lips. ‘I knew them, good guys. Regulars at the dinner next door, wives are regulars in here. That’s about as much as I know’ You leaned back off the counter surveying them. They shared a glance. ‘You don’t remember anything suspicious about them? Any way they were acting before they died?’ The taller one quizzed not letting up. 

You sighed nodding. That perked their attention. ‘They were off yeah, usually nice guys. Turned into assholes overnight. Like they had no conscience’ You watched as they exchanged another look, as if they were communicating silently, having a full conversation with their eyes. ‘Like they’d lost every shred of sense of right and wrong they ever had, as if they didn’t have a soul’ You muttered.

Both their heads snapped towards you. ‘Excuse me?’ The taller one raised one eyebrow his head tilting slightly. The smaller one leaned forwards. ‘Did you say didn’t have a soul?’ He asked his eyes narrowing. You nodded. ‘You know, they did horrible things, didn’t care. Didn’t have a soul. It’s an expression down here boys’ You watched as the spark drained from them a little and they went back to the professional persona.

The shorter one cleared his throat and looked at his partner. ‘Well, I think that’s all we needed’ He looked back at you a smile on his face. ‘Thank you for your help’ He nodded. The taller one nodded thanking you as well. They turned and you watched them leave. You took a deep breath.

This was it, the moment you had been waiting for. ‘You two ain’t FBI are you? Those badges are fake’ You watched as they stopped. Their muscles tense and they shared a look as they turned. The shorter one had his hand on his back, a gun. And the taller was glaring at you suspiciously. That was all the answer you needed.

Bingo.

You smiled at them. ‘You two are Hunters’ You concluded for them. Then the short one pulled out his gun. He pointed it at you. ‘How’d you know that?’ He asked. You held up your hands in surrender. ‘I’ve met your kind before’ You told him. ‘Dean’ His partner reached out putting his hand on his arm. Dean lowered the gun but still stood ready. ‘I got you with that no soul thing. It was the proof I needed’ You explained.

The taller one nodded. ‘You want to explain how you know all this?’ You lowered your hands. ‘Turn the sign on the door’ You nodded to the open/close sign on the door. ‘Lock it and come into the back. I’ll explain everything, it’s about time you guys got here’ You turned and walked back through the curtain again.

It took them a few minutes to come through. You were sitting back on the sofa. You motioned to the chairs. The taller one took the armchair while Dean was left to sit beside you. ‘Explain’ He laid his gun on his lap. You closed your eyes leaning forwards. ‘You guys every heard of souleaters?’ You opened your eyes to see a confused look between them. ‘Hold up’ Your eyes widened. ‘You two, you’re the Winchesters’ Dean’s eyes narrow. ‘Sam and Dean’ You let out a laugh.

It would be just your luck you’d end up with the Winchesters working this case, they weren’t known to be very understanding to monsters. ‘Yes, we’re the Winchesters’ Sam gave Dean a glare as he confirmed your suspicions. ‘And we’ve never heard anything about any souleaters’ You nodded shrugging one shoulder. ‘Makes sense, we try to stay well off Hunter’s radars. Makes for a much easier and less stressful life’ Sam leaned forwards in his chair looking suspicious.

He narrowed his eyes and his body tensed to strike. ‘We?’ You nodded. All of a sudden Dean was on his feet. He had the gun pointed at your head. Sam was too reaching behind him to grab his own, which was in turn pointed at you as well. You leaned back in the chair holding your hands up. ‘Woah, woah. I ain’t gonna hurt you guys, I’m here to help. Put down the guns. I’ll tell you what’s going on’ You rushed your eyes widened. You groaned internally. Looks like you were going to have to take the fall for this one

Dean jerked his gun. ‘How about you just tell us now?’ You felt your heart begin to pound in your chest. He glared at you. You looked between the two of them frantically. Dean’s face was hard, a glare etched onto every perfect feature. Sam’s on the other hand was a little softer, and confusion written in his eyes. ‘Dean’ He lowered his gun. ‘Maybe we should give her a chance to explain’ Sam looked away from you to his brother.

You looked at him too. ‘She’s a monster Sam, she’s been taking people’s souls’ You shook your head frantically. ‘No, no I haven’t It’s not me’ He raised a brow. ‘I promise, I didn’t do that to those men, but I know who did and I can tell you how to kill them’ Dean watched you for a moment before lowering his gun. ‘Alright, talk’ He snapped.

You let out a long breath your body slumping. ‘Well, it’s another one of my kind, a soul-eater. She’s taking their whole soul. We’re not supposed to do that’ Sam was the first to sit down. When Dean looked at him he gave him a hard pointed look. Dean sighed loudly and sat back down. ‘We only take some of it, the bad bits it keeps us going. Like vamps and blood. If we take little bits from a lot of people we can get by, without attracting attention’ Sam nodded. ‘And someone’s started taking whole souls?’ You nodded.

Thank God he was starting to relax a little, even though Dean wasn’t. He was still looking at you as if you were evil. ‘Yeah, we’ve been waiting for you guys to show up and take her out. She broke the pact, we need her gone before she brings you guys down on all of us’ Dean furrowed his brows and shook his head. ‘Why can’t you just kill her? Why wait for us?’ You bit your lip.

You body slumped. ‘Our kind can’t kill our kind, the souls inside of us protect us, they deter us from killing one another. We need you to do it. I was hoping you’d come here first’ Dean nodded and shrugged. ‘So we’re a hired gun for you guys. ‘He furrowed his eyebrows. ‘Alright who is it?’ You took a moment to compose yourself and you gulped. ‘My sister’ You whispered.

Both of the boys went tense. They shared a quick glance. Dean leaned closer to you. ‘Your sister?’ You nodded slowly. ‘She owns the dinner next door, her. She’s been doing it’ You almost let yourself well up. But you couldn’t, she had brought this on herself. She had broken the rules, she was putting you all in danger. Yet she was still your sister.

Dean leaned back closing his eyes and ran a hand over his face. ‘You want us to kill your sister?’ Sam asked, his voice was hesitant and it sounded like he didn’t quite believe what he was hearing. You fiddled with your thumbs. ‘No, I don’t want you to’ You shrugged. ‘But you have to, before she gets us all killed. This is how we’ve survived so long. We don’t draw attention to ourselves’ Sam nodded.

Dean groaned. ‘Alright, how do we kill her?’ You stood and walked over to the cabinet the TV was resting on. You opened the doors and squatted down. There was an old wooden block in the back with some markings on it. Yu reached in taking it out. standing you turned and placed it on the coffee table. You rested your palm on the top. 

The markings began to glow a faint red and the block shifted slightly so there was a crack. You pulled back your hand. ‘It only opens for one of us, the markings mean it will only open for someone with more than one soul inside of them’ You opened the lid. Inside lay a long sharp dagger. The handle made of iron with marking very like the one on the box it was kept in. There was two ruins on either side of the silver blade.

You reached in and took it out of the box. ‘Stab her in the heart’ You told them as you held it out to Sam. ‘Please bring it back’ You whispered. He took it gingerly from you. ‘It’s only one of few ever made, every tribe has one, that’s ours’ You explained. He looked up from the blade that he somehow made look small and nodded. ‘She should be in the dinner until 9 tonight, she gets off work and leaves through the back into the alleyway before walking down to her apartment on Cove Street. You’ll have to get her between there and her house’ You told them as they listened carefully to your every word. ‘You’ll have to kill her husband too if you don’t’ You closed the lid of the box before turning and putting it back into the cabinet. ‘It’s only 5, you’re welcome to wait here’ You told them turning a tear running down your cheek.

You walked back into the back of the shop. The boys had settled on the sofa. Sam looked up at you giving you a small smile. ‘I just seen my brother go into the dinner, Elissa should be leaving soon’  You told them as you went over to the small kitchen taking a glass from the press. You reached over grabbing the bourbon. ‘Are you sure you want us to do this?’ You looked at Dean as he stood. He had a sad look on his face as he walked towards you. ‘We have tried to talk to her, she won’t listen. It has to be done’ You nodded downing the bourbon in the glass.

Dean’s hand landed on your shoulder and he squeezed. It was then that you noticed you were alone with him. Sam had gone to the front of the shop to watch the dinner more than likely. ‘Be careful, she’s a fiery one’ You told him. He nodded. ‘Dean, we should go’ Sam’s head popped through the curtains. Dean nodded not taking his eyes from you. He turned and picked up the dagger before you closed your eyes listening to the two of them leave.

It was almost an hour later and you were pacing the back of the shop. They should have been back by now, unless your Elissa had gotten the best of them. If she had she would know you had sent them, that wouldn’t end well. You closed your eyes letting the tears roll down your face. Either way you were losing a sister, she was dead or your entire family was dead, she’d have you all killed.

You jumped when there was a knock on the back door. You rushed for it, freezing when you realised it could be her. ‘Y/n’ A deep voice called through the door. ‘It’s me, Dean’ You let out a long breath as you unlocked the door and pushed it open. He stood his shirt covered in blood. You eyes widened your hand going to your mouth. ‘It’s not mine’ He reached out holding the dagger out to you.

You gulped as tears began to roll faster down your face. ‘S-shes dead?’ Your voice was muffled by your hand. Dean nodded slowly. You closed your eyes a sob shaking your body. You were surprised when you felt arms wrap around you. Dean pulled you into his chest his hand stroking your hair. ‘It’s okay, it’s okay Y/n’ He cooed as he held you.

You pulled away from him and took the dagger. ‘Wheres Sam?’ You stepped away wiping your tears from your face. ‘He went back to the Motel’ You nodded as he stepped inside. ‘Are you okay? You just lost your sister tonight’ He asked as you closed the door behind him. ‘It wouldn’t be the first one I lost’ You laid the dagger by the sink and grabbed the bourbon. ‘You want a drink?’ Dean nodded. ‘There’s a spare top in the box by the chair Dean’ He raised an eyebrow. ‘It’s my brothers’ You explained pouring out two glasses.

You watched him strip off the shirt your eyes roaming his body. ‘Having second thought about giving me a top?’ He smirked, you walked towards him holding out the glass to him. ‘Having thoughts about you not in any clothes at all’ You teased. His eyebrows shot up his eyes widening. ‘I’m only kidding Dean’ He nodded reaching out and took the glass from your and. He sucked his bottom lip between his teeth. You sat on the sofa watching him.

He rolled his shoulders and you watched the muscles in his back roll under the tanned skin. He dropped back onto the seat without his shirt. He downed the amber liquid in the glass leaning forwards putting it on the table. ‘If you weren’t’ He turned to you looking you straight in the eyes. ‘I don’t think I’d have a problem with it’ He gave you a sly smirk.

You downed the rest of your drink and put the glass on the table. Turning you met his bright green eyes again. You leaned forwards and pressed your lips to his. He grunted and wrapped his arms around you pulling you closer to him. You shifted and threw your leg over his lap straddling him. His hand slid down to your ass pulling your body flush against his.

You smiled remembering that night, it was almost a year ago last week. That was the night you lost something important in your life, but gained something else. You flicked your wrist again and the toy shook in your hand. Your three month old girl giggled in her crib. She reached up grabbing at the toy. She was the light in your life. Your little Ellie Mary Y/l/n. You handed her the toy. ‘You have your father's eyes Ellie’ You leaned on the crib.

You booped her little nose as her bright green eyes landed on you and she giggled again.

@lilacs-lavender

You Tell Him You’re Pregnant

You fiddled with the pages of the book in front of you biting your lip. ‘Y/n’ Dean smiled as him and Sam walked in the motel door. ‘Hey’ You stood walking over to him. You pressed a kiss to his cheek before doing the same to Sam. ‘How was it? You get her?’ You asked. Sam nodded. ‘We got her’ You walked back to the table closing the book.

You were on a hunt in Nevada. A werewolf, the boys were just after coming back from ganking her right now. You had declined from going saying you were going to pass this one up. You knew how strong and aggressive werewolves were and you shouldn’t be thrown around the place, not in your condition.

Dean held up a beer. You shook your head sitting back down. He furrowed his eyebrows. ‘You feeling better?’ Sam asked ignoring his brother. Realization flashed across Dean’s face as he remembered you being sick this morning. ‘Yeah, yeah. I’m fine now, thanks’ You smiled at Sam and looked at Dean.

You had no idea how you were going to tell him, the two of you weren’t even together. You were just seeing each other when things got tough, when the two of you felt like it you jumped into bed together. It wasn’t anything serious. You remembered the night two months ago when you were both were drunk, it must have been that night. You both always made sure to take precautions every other time. You couldn’t remember if you had that night or not. The two of you hadn’t been together for the last month.

Dean sat down across from you. ‘You okay?’ He asked pulling you from your thoughts. ‘You’ve been acting off for the last few days’ He leaned forwards his elbows on the table. ‘Yep fine. I need a shower’ You stood walking over to your bag pulling a large shirt out of it before closing the bathroom door behind you.

After a long shower you walked back out into the room. ‘Where’s Sam?’ you asked Dean as he sat on the edge of the bed watching the TV, some stupid sit-com. ‘Gone out to get food’ You smiled before walking over to your bag again dropping your old clothes into it. ‘Good, I’m starving’ You grumbled as you stood stretching your back. 

You jumped when you felt hands on your hips. Dean pulled you back into him. His chest pressed firmly against your back. He leaned forwards his lips grazing your skin of your neck. You sighed closing your eyes leaning into him. ‘We have time though’ He leaned forwards and sucked on your skin. You sighed and his hands moved to your torso pulling you back.

Your eyes snapped open and you pulled away. He grunted as you stumbled from his arms. You turned looking up at him. He watched you his eyes full of hurt. ‘I-we-I can’t’ You mumbled. Dean’s lips parted and he sighed. He raised his hand running it over his face. ‘That’s why you’ve been so off. You don’t want to do this’ He groaned. ‘Dean, no,no’ You stepped forwards grabbing his arm.

He looked down at you. ‘There-it’s not that’ You told him your voice quiet. ‘Then what is it? You’ve refused to hunt, refused to drink, you were sick this morning y-’ He froze his eyes wide. ‘You aren’t sick are you? Like badly? You’re okay right?’ He stepped forwards taking your face in his hands. 

You frantically shook your head. ‘No, I’m not sick. I-I’m-’ You took in a deep breath. ‘I think you should sit down’ You put your hands on his chest pushing him back until he hit the bed. His knees buckled and he sat down on the bed. ‘Okay, please don’t freak out’ You breathed.

Dean reached out taking your hands in his. ‘You’re beginning to get freaky Y/n’ His tongue darted out from between his lips, it caught his bottom lip pulling it back into his mouth so he could hold it between his teeth. ‘I-’ Your mouth dried up. What if he didn’t want the baby? He had always made it clear he didn’t want to drag someone into this mess, he didn’t even want a partner why the hell would he want a kid? Maybe you should just tell him you were leaving? That was you wouldn’t have to bring him into this, or bring a kid into this either.

Dean squeezed your hands pulling you from your thoughts. ‘Y/n, you what?’ His voice pulled you from your thoughts again. You bit your lip your eyes tearing up a little. ‘I’m pregnant’ You choked out. Dean’s eyes widened. He stood quickly. ‘It’s yours’ You felt a tear break free and roll down your cheek. ‘A-are you sure?’ He breathed his body tense. You nodded. You watched him, watching every reaction he had as if he was going to blow within the next few seconds.

Then a large smile broke out on his face. It reached those beautiful green eyes causing the sides of them to crinkle. ‘You’re pregnant’ You seen his eyes water with unshed tears, happy tears. You felt all the tension leave your body at once. One of his hands let go of yours and came up to cover his beaming lips. His eyes trailed down your body landing on your stomach.

Then he looked back up at you. He dropped his hand from his face, pure joy was the only thing you could see. ‘Yeah? Really? The baby’s mine?’ You nodded. ‘Definitely yours, ours’ Dean reached out his hand grabbing the back of your neck. He pulled you to him. He let go of your hand and wrapped his other arm around you. ‘I’m gonna be a Dad, we’re having a kid’ He breathed as you wrapped your arms around him

It was a while before he let go of you. ‘You shouldn’t be standing for too long’ He turned you and made you sit on the edge of the bed. ‘How far along are you?’ He asked kneeling in front of you. You finally let a smile grace your face. He was happy, Dean was happy. He wanted this baby,He wanted this. The sparkle in his eyes told you that. ‘Probably two months’ You whispered. Dean nodded.

He reached out and place his hand on your stomach. ‘My baby’ Dean breathed his eyes on his hand. ‘I can’t believe it’ The smile on his face hadn’t faded since you had told him. ‘I’m gonna be a dad’ He looked up at you. You nodded tears filling your eyes, happy tears. You reached out caressing his cheek.

Both your heads snapped to the side when you heard the door open. Sam stopped in the doorway. ‘What’s up?’ He raised an eyebrow stepping inside tentatively. ‘I’m gonna be a Dad Sammy’ Dean laughed standing. ‘Me and Y/n are having a baby’ Sam’s jaw dropped open. ‘A-a baby? You two are-?’ He gestured between you two and you nodded remembering you hadn’t told Sam.

Dean nodded with a laugh. ‘Thought you knew Sammy’ Dean laughed. You stood as Dean walked over to his brother. ‘You’re gonna be an uncle Sam’ He stopped in front of him. Then Sam began to laugh. ‘I’m happy for you both man’ He reached out pulling Dean into a hug. You watched them as they hugged and laughed.

Dean pulled away from his brother and looked back at you. ‘I guess I should be congratulating you too’ Sam strode forwards pulling you into a hug. ‘Woah’ Dean shouted rushing forwards. Sam was pried off you. ‘Watch it, you can’t be as rough with her anymore’ Dean wrapped his arm around your shoulders. His other hand gently rested on your abdomen. You rolled your eyes but couldn’t fight the smile. ‘How about we eat then?’ Sam chuckled at his brother’s reaction.

Dean nodded guiding you to the table. Sam laid out the food in front of you. You watched the two boys as they began to eat and talked about the baby. This definitely wasn’t going to be as bad as you thought. The smile hadn’t left either of their faces since finding out. Dean reached out and took your hand. You smiled at him before picking up your own burger.

Dean’s hand pulled from yours and you felt it on your stomach rubbing soothing circles over your shirt. You looked to the side to find him smiling fondly down at his hand. In that moment one thought crossed your mind

Dean was going to be a good Dad.

 Remember Me - Dean Winchester Imagine

Dean x reader

Summary: You go on a hunt and encounter a witch, who has her own fun before you kill her.

The bright light seared your eyes and you felt your body leave the ground. Your body hit the wall and you flopped onto the floor. The world spun as you pushed yourself up. ‘You know what’s worse than the person you love dying?’ A woman knelt beside you. You looked up at her. Witch, you were hunting her, she was a witch. ‘Is when they’re still there and don’t love you. That’ll show that boy of your, maybe he won’t be so quick to kill someone’s husband next time’ You lunged at her pushing her onto the ground. Reaching beside you you grabbed the knife and brought it down.

You rolled off her letting out a long breath. You rubbed your head, you felt like you were forgetting something. You felt disorientated. You pinched your brow standing. ‘Y/n’ Your head snapped towards the doorway. Sam stood blocking the view of the hallway almost covering the whole door. ‘She’s dead’ You nodded at him. ‘Hey, everything okay here?’ Someone pushed Sam out of the way.

Your eyes widened. His eyes landed on the witch. ‘You killed her’ He stated. If you weren’t so worried about him calling the cops you’d have been struck by what a stunning man he was. He was tall, broad muscled and those eyes, those bright green candy apple eyes. You felt a sudden urge to plant your lips on his, but that would be unprofessional. Although you couldn’t help the pull you had towards this bow legged man and have him carry you away in those strong arms.

 You held out your hand towards him. ‘It’s okay Sir’ You told him in the calmest voice you could muster. ‘Me and my partner here, we’re FBI. It was necessary’ He froze furrowing his eyebrows. Him and Sam shared a confused look, it looked like they knew each other. Then he started to laugh. ‘Funny, sweetheart’ He shook his head. ‘Next time I’ll be here sooner, point taken’ He stepped into the room.

You furrowed your eyebrows. ‘Sir’ You snapped. The man stopped looking at you. ‘I would suggest you turn around and go home’ You stepped towards him. ‘Alright joke over, I get it Y/n’ You tilted your head to the side. ‘How do you know my name?’ You narrowed your eyes. Again the two of them shared a look.

Sam stepped towards a wary look on his face. ‘Y/n, are you feeling okay?’ He asked quietly. ‘Yes, yes I’m perfectly fine Sam’ Pretty boy groaned and threw his arms up into the air. ‘Really? He was here like 10 seconds before me and it’s only me who gets this’ Okay to say you were confused now was definitely an understatement.

Sam sent him he’s classic bitch face. ‘Y/n, did the witch his you with anything?’ You furrowed your eyebrows. ‘Y/n, babe, it’s me’ The man stepped closer to you. ‘Me? You say that like I’m supposed to know you’ You shook your head looking at your hunting partner. ‘Sam, who the hell is this?’ Sam’s eyes widened. The man’s breath hitched and lip lip trembled.

Sam gulped. ‘Y/n, this is my brother Dean, your Fiance’ You felt like someone had punched you in the gut.

You threw your head back and laughed. ‘Don’t be ridiculous Sam, you don’t have a brother’ You shook your head. The smaller man, Dean seemingly, stepped forwards. ‘Babe, I swear if this is some kind of joke it’s gotten old’ He growled. Your laughter stopped immediately. ‘A joke? Yeah, this is a joke, well done guys, not tell me, who are you really? Another Hunter?’ You crossed your arms over your chest.

Sam looked at him. ‘Dean, I-I think she’s serious’ He whispered fear evident in his voice. Sam looked back at you Dean’s eyes were focused on you. ‘Y-you really don’t know who I am?’ He breathed. You wanted to tell him yes, you wanted to take the heartbroken look from his face. But you couldn’t , so you shook your head. Then they began to water. Just watching him tear up watching that one perfect tear spill from his eye and roll down his cheek broke your heart. 

It ripped you in two, you wanted to take him in your arms and make it all go away. It was the strongest reaction you had to anyone crying in your entire life, it was like his pain hit you too, ripping your own heart in two as you watched his being crushed. It made you think, maybe you did know him. Maybe you did know this Dean.

Then he turned and strode from the room. You watched him go, his perky ass prominent through his jeans. Something inside you screamed at you to follow him, but your feet were stuck to the spot you were standing. It was when he disappeared from your view that you finally obeyed. You began to move towards the door, following this man. ‘Y/n, you shou-’ Sam stepped in front of you.

You reached out grabbing his arm. You threw your body at him catching him off guard, you spun his throwing him up against the wall. You sprinted by him following his brother. ‘Hey’ You called when you caught sight of him. He was walking towards a sleek black 67′ Impala. He turned as you stayed running towards him. ‘Y-you remember me?’ He breathed as you came to a stop in front of him.

You shook your head. ‘No, but I know I’m supposed to. I know I am’ His jaw clenched and you bit your lip. ‘I-I’m sorry’ You felt your own tears welling up. Dean’s eyes widened and he reached forwards. His hand grabbed the back of your neck and he pulled you to him. He wrapped his arms around you. ‘Don’t cry sweetheart, we’ll figure it out’ He ran his thumb along your hairline and you shivered relaxing into him.

You felt at home in his arms. He knew how to calm you, knew that rubbing the back of your neck calmed you. You reached around him wrapping your arms around his torso, they felt right there, like they had been there before. ‘We’ll figure it out’ He pressed a kiss to your head and you couldn’t help the overwhelming feeling of love that swelled inside you. You couldn’t help but relax into him.

You heard someone clear their throat behind you. ‘Well you may not remember him but you definitely remember how to kick ass’ You pulled away to see Sam walking out of the house. ‘Sorry’ You shrugged stepping away from Dean. ‘I-I-’ you chewed on your lip. ‘I-he was crying-I didn’t like seeing him crying’ You shrugged and rubbed the back of your neck. ‘Alright, let’s get you back to the bunker, we can call Cas there’ Dean put his hand on the small of your back turning you towards the car. He pulled keys out of his pocket and tossed them to Sam. ‘Drive’ He told him opening the door for you.

For the first hour you all sat in silence. Sam was driving and you and Dean sat in the back of the car. ‘Is this yours?’ You asked Dean running your fingers over the leather seats. Dean nodded. ‘Yeah, this is Baby’ Dean patted the eat fondly. He must really love his car. ‘She’s beautiful, even though I don’t like cars’ Dean chuckled a little. ‘I know but you still love Baby’ He smiled up at you but you could still see the sadness in his eyes.

You hesitantly reached out putting your hand on his. It was then that you caught sight on the ring on your finger. Dean turned his hand and laced his fingers through yours. ‘Is what Sam said true?’ You whispered. ‘What?’ Dean furrowed his eyebrows. ‘About the Fiance thing’ You pulled your hand from his and looked at the simple, yet perfect ring on your finger. ‘I bought you that three months ago’ Dean reached out and took your hand in his again.

He ran his finger over the silver band. ‘It’s beautiful’ You smiled widely at him. He nodded. You sat in silence again. After a moment you pulled your hand away from his and reached into your back pocket. You pulled out your phone and typed in the pass code. ‘You remember’ You looked up at Dean. ‘What?’ He nodded towards your phone. ‘You remember your pass code’ You chuckled a little. ‘Yeah I should it was-’ You paused. 

What exactly was the significance of those four numbers, and they were significant. You knew they were, they were something really important. They were something important to someone. ‘My birthday, that’s my birthday’ Dean smiled. He scooted closer to you sitting in the middle. ‘You remember my birthday’ He beamed. ‘This is good, that’s good’ He nodded speaking to himself more than you.

You felt bad for the guy, he was clinging onto anything that indicated you remembered him. Anything that meant you knew him. You were sure you did, you were sure you knew him, to some extent. But he was talking about marriage here, and hunters don’t marry. That was something that didn’t happen, something you had resigned yourself to. And this man was telling you you two were engaged.

You got why you would want to marry him, he seemed kind, sweet, like a genuine man, and handsome too. You got that much but would you really do it? Would you really put yourself out there that much? After everything you’d seen would you really fall in love and marry someone. ‘I just typed it in, just absentmindedly’ You told him, you didn’t want him to get his hopes up only to be dashed. ‘But I didn’t remember the significance of it’ He shrugged.

A smile still on his face. ‘But you knew it was something significant. That’s something’ You opened your mouth to say something but the look of hope in your eyes was something that seemed foreign there, and you didn’t want to talk it away. ‘I guess it is’ You looked back down at your phone.

You took in a breath when you seen the screensaver. It was you and him. You were sitting on the hood of Baby. You had your tongue sticking out at Dean and your hand was on his cheek. He was lounging on the hood of the car as well. His hand was on you thigh and he was laughing. ‘That was a good day’ Dean smiled and he leaned closer. ‘I have a photo from that day too as mine’ He reached into his pocket pulling out his phone.

You watched him type in his pass code. ‘That’s my birthday’ You breathed, he glanced at you from the corner of his eye nodding as you leaned over looking at the photo. Baby wasn’t in this one. It was just you and him. He had his arms around your waist as he stood behind you. He was smiling looking at the camera. You had your head tilted back, one of your hands were on his arm and the other on the back of his head pulling him forwards. You were leaning up pressing your lips to his jaw.

You looked up at Dean. ‘It was your birthday, a few months ago’ You furrowed your eyebrows. you could remember it, it was blurry and pieces were missing. The only thinking you could properly remember was time spent with Sam and Cas. ‘I can’t remember my birthday’ You breathed closing your eyes. 

Now that you thought about it you couldn’t remember a lot of the last few years, it wasn’t that you had forgotten. You remembered it, you knew it happened you remembered who with but there was bits that were blurry. You couldn’t see it clearly but you knew it was there. ‘I-I can’t remember’ You dropped your phone on your lap bringing your hands up to your face.

You felt your resolve crumbling. The sobs shook your body. You were missing a large amount of the last few years. Your life was gone, everything you had done with this man was gone. Someone you loved enough to marry, to risk being in love with in this life, to publicly make him a target for anyone who didn’t like you. You loved him, a lot seemingly. And you had forgotten him.

You tensed as you felt arms wrap around you. ‘Babe, it’s okay you will remember. We’ll make sure of it’ You heard Dean say and you were pulled into his chest. ‘It’s okay Babe’ His voice strained and shaking. He was crying, you were both crying. You pulled your legs up to your chest turning into him. ‘I-I can’t remember you Dean’ You sobbed. He tightened his grip on you. ‘You’ll remember. You’ll remember me, you will’ You pulled away from his taking your hands from your face.

You caught Sam shifting awkwardly in the front of the car. You felt sorry for him, he would have to deal with both you and Dean being emotional. ‘But what if I don’t? What if she got rid of my memories completely? What if I never remember you?’ Your tears kept coming. Dean reached up and wiped your cheeks. ‘Then we’ll make new ones, we’re still here. We’ve got each other, that’s all we need sweetheart’ He smiled sadly at you.

You shook your head. ‘I can’t’ You pulled away from him. ‘I can’t not remember you’ You looked down at your finger the diamond twinkling on your finger. ‘I can’t not remeber this, I have to remember our life Dean’ Dean opened his mouth but whatever he was going to say considered and just wrapped his arms around you again pulling you to him. ‘We’ll be fine. I promise’ He kissed your head.

You grumbled when someone jostled you in your sleep. ‘Sorry sweetheart’ You heard a deep voice above you. You felt yourself being lowered onto something soft. ‘Go back to sleep’ You opened your eyes yawning softly. ‘Dean?’ Dean’s head snapped towards you. ‘Yeah’ He dropped to his knees beside the bed. He took your hand in his. ‘You remember? You remember me?’ He watched you with wide eyes his lips parted a hopeful look on his face. ‘Not the way you want me to’ You whispered.

You watched as the hope disappeared from his eyes. His shoulders slumped and he nodded slowly. His tongue darted out between his lips. Your heart broke at the sight. You chest tightening. ‘I’m making dinner, do you want any?’ He tried to shake off how sad he looked putting a fake smile on his face. ‘I’m making your favourite?’ He raised an eyebrow. ‘The big burger?’ You chanced. He smirked nodding. ‘My own invention, you’re remembering’ He smiled standing. 

You shrugged not wanting to tell him that you were convinced Cas was the one who had made it for you. You furrowed your eyebrows, everything was beginning to clear. Only where had been blurry was beginning to fill with Castiel's presence. ‘Dean’ /You reached out grabbing his arm. ‘We need to call Cas, see if he knows anything’ Dean nodded. ‘Sam’s called him’ He reached out rubbing your hand that was on his arm.

You sat at the table eating the burger Dean had made for you. He sat beside you with a scrapbook. Inside it was loads of photos. Each one of them had a date and description written under them, all in your handwriting. You pointed to a photo of you and him standing in the bunker by a christmas tree. ‘It was a surprise for Sammy, he wanted a christmas so we sent him out to get a crazy shopping list and when he came back the bunker was decorated’ He explained what was going on in the photo. What you didn’t tell him is you thought it was Cas who had helped you decorate

You nodded pointing at another one. It was you Sam, Dean and Cas standing in a field, it was dark and there were trees behind you. ‘That’s New Years, we had just finished up a nasty case, Sam had hurt his shoulder. We drove to the middle of nowhere and Cas got fireworks for us. We let them off and I kissed you at midnight. We sat in that field for hours just drinking and letting off fireworks’ You ran your finger over the photo.

The flap of wings distracted you and you looked up. ‘Hello’ Castiel smiled. You let a large smile grace your features. ‘Cas’ You slid out of the chair and threw your arms around the Angel. He chuckled and patted your back. ‘Y/n, Sam said you were in trouble’ You nodded. ‘I am’ He pushed you back looking you over. ‘You seem fine’ He furrowed his eyebrows. ‘She can’t remember me’ Dean grumbled behind you and you pulled away from Castiel. 

You hadn’t meant to get so excited around Cas. That must have hurt him. His fiance getting excited when  another man pops into the room and she can’t even remember his name. You smiled sadly at him before going over to sit beside him. ‘Can you fix it?’ Cas sat across from you. ‘Tell me what happened? How did you forget Dean?’ You nodded before launching into the story about the hunt.

Castiel looked at Dean. ‘Did you kill the witches husband?’ Dean nodded. ‘Well, it was definitely revenge, I will go look into it and be back’ With that he was gone. You looked up at Dean. ‘I’ll be back in a minute’ Dean stood walking away. You watched him go sitting in silence ‘There’s something else’ Sam sat down where Cas had a minute ago. you sighed. ‘The burger, the christmas trees. I always remember it as Castiel, not Dean’ Sam nodded pursing his lips. ‘Your brain probably can’t handle not knowing, it’s filling in the blanks how it can. Cas was with you when Dean made you the burger for the first time, Cas took that photo. Cas introduced you and Dean in the first place, maybe it was your subconscious linking them’ Sam shrugged.

You nodded and sat in silence until Dean got back. ‘Alright, what’s next?’ Dean sat back down looking at the scrap book again. ‘This one’ You pointed to a photo of you and Dean sitting in the library. He chuckled nodding. ‘That was just a normal day. Me and you fell asleep on one of the chairs. I was sitting there and you came over with this book, it was in latin, and you sat on my lap reading it. An hour later you were asleep’ He told the story with a fond smile. ‘I fell asleep soon after, I didn’t want to wake you up’ You reached out and took his hand.

He looked up at you with a tear in his eye. You reached up and wiped the tear as it began to roll down his cheek. He smiled and you smiled back. ‘I found a cure’ You both jumped away from Dean. Castiel stood behind Sam with a smile on his face. ‘It was a memory spell, it put a block on your memories, that is why they are so hazy and blurry’ He held out a small vial.

You reached out hesitantly taking it from him. ‘It is safe, you do not need to worry about taking it’ You bit your lip. You popped open the lid and took a sniff. It smelt sour and your nose wrinkled up in disgust. ‘It doesn’t smell great’ You muttered before looking at Dean. He had that hopeful look in his eyes again. He was smiling but trying to keep it slightly hidden. You would be drinking something none of you knew about, he was worried.

You smiled at him before you raised it to your lips and let the liquid flow down your throat.

Your head was pounding when the room came into focus. You weren’t in the kitchen though you were lying on the bed. ‘Y/n’ Dean leaned forwards and smoothed your hair from your face.  ‘Hey’ You smiled up at him. He smiled down at you, but there was something behind his eyes. Worry, hurt, fear. ‘Remember me?’ He breathed. You nodded. ‘Every detail, although I wish I couldn’t remember that weekend in Wisconsin’ Dean’s eyes lit up at your words. 

A smile spread across his face ‘You remember me’ He leaned forwards smashing his lips to yours. ‘You remember me’ You could feel the tear from his eyes dropping on your cheek as he kissed you. You pulled away. ‘Worst five hours ever’ He grumbled but smiled anyway. ‘I love you Y/n’ He chuckled and kissed you again, like his life depended on it.

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Second Chances - Dean Winchester Imagine

Dean x reader

Summary: You meet Dean after a year without him, only to have a little happy surprise for him.

You were sprawled across the grass as you watched Sam fall into the pit. Tears wet your eyes watching your best friend fall to save everyone else. You knew he had to put Lucifer back in Hell but it made it hurt no less. He was your best friend, someone you could turn to and here he was falling to his doom.

You watched as the ground closed up and Dean crawled over to it. You closed your eyes letting your head drop to the ground as you sobbed. You were both bruised and bloody, Lucifer having gotten angry. Dean had taken the brute of his for but that didn’t mean you had gotten off lightly either. 

It felt like years before a hand landed on your shoulder. You looked up to see Castiel standing above you. How? He had exploded moments ago. Dean was knelt behind him his eyes on your face. He was healed, all the blood from his face gone. You raised your own hand and felt no tender spots on your flesh. Cas had healed you.

Dean took you in his arms pressing a kiss to your head. You were parting ways. Dean was getting out of this life, just like Sam had asked. And you, well you were diving into a werewolf case a state over. You cuddled into his shoulder. ‘I’ll call’ He whispered. You nodded knowing he wouldn’t, not after the first few month. ‘Go be happy Dean. She’s lovely’ You pulled away and pressed a kiss to his cheek. ‘You deserve this, and don’t worry. You got the rest of us to do the job’ Dean smiled down at you.

And that was the last time you ever seen the Impala. You watched it as it drove down the dirt road away from both you and Bobby, and away from your life. Dean was in that car, going to find comfort after his brother dying in another woman’s arms. She could give him the comfort and stability you never could. She could give him a life.

To say the news a month later was a shock would be an understatement. You had sat staring at the small object for an hour. You sat at Bobby’s table waiting for him to come back. He was just as shocked as you, but the shock soon wore off and he had forced you to do something you hadn’t since becoming a hunter. Think about your future

That had all been a year ago. Now, you had your hand down your sink trying to grab whatever was blocking it. It was a world away from what you used to do. From hunting to this. You were lucky, when your Mother and Father had died when you were a little girl and left you a major inheritance. So you were living a comfortable life. After buying a house in a quiet secluded neighbourhood you had settled down completely.

 There was a knock on the door and you looked up. ‘Come in’ You called out and your fingers wrapped around the piece of bone that was stuck in the drain. You heard a loud set of footsteps coming through the house. ‘Evening Sam’ You broke the bone pulling it from the drain. ‘Hello, Y/n’ It was then that you heard the second set of footsteps.

You turned and your eyes widened. Be Sam stood his brother. Dean

You smiled slightly your eyes glancing towards the ceiling towards upstairs. ‘What are you doing back Dean?’ You asked as you began to put the sink back together. Sam pulled out a seat at your table making himself at home. He should. He had helped you pick out the house, it was in Lawrence, you thought it would be a good thought. Sam, oddly, hadn’t cared about the sentiment. He hadn’t cared about much really, apart from a few things.

Dean watched Sam make himself comfortable. ‘Had to come back in’ Dean shrugged. ‘What about you? Sam said you’re out. Didn’t tell me why’ You nodded turning to look at the two boys. ‘Too dangerous, just needed to get out of the game. Sit down make yourself comfortable you want di-’ You were cut off by a cry from upstairs.

Sam’s head snapped towards the sound his eyes shining. ‘Sorry’ You muttered and ran from the room before Dean could begin with the questions. And you knew there would be, from the confused look on his face, the way his eyebrows knitted together and the slightly parted lips.

You pushed the door open and the noise got louder. ‘Hsh, sweety, shh’ You bent over the wooden crib and gently scooped the baby boy up in your arms. ‘Shh’ You began to rock him back and forth. ‘This is why you got out?’ Dean’s shocked voice came from the doorway.

You spun around holding the still crying boy to your chest. Sam appeared behind him panting slightly. ‘I-I tried to stop him’ He looked at you. His eyes fell on the baby and he began to smile. ‘Hey there kiddo’ He pushed by Dean. ‘Come on’ He chuckled walking up to you. ‘Stop giving Mom a hard time’ He leaned forwards and Sam took the small baby from your arms.

You looked at Dean. ‘Yeah, he said Mom’ Sam began to bounce gently wiggling his finger in front of your baby as he stopped crying and tried to catch it in his tiny hands. ‘You had a baby’ Dean breathed and stepped into the room. ‘Where’s the Dad?’ He looked around. ‘He working? I seen no photos downstairs’ Sam looked up at you and you gulped.

He nodded slightly and looked away from you down to the baby again. ‘He isn’t here, never has been’ Dean’s eyes narrowed. ‘So the Son of a Bitch just left you’ Dean seethed as he crossed his arms his eyes on your baby. ‘He didn’t know’ You followed his eyes. He hadn’t taken them off the baby yet. His eyes snapped up. ‘A one night thing’ You shrugged.

He took your hand in his. ‘Something like that, he was with another woman, he was happy. I tried but he was happy’ Dean grumbled and took you into his arms. ‘Son of a Bitch had a wife, low life cheat’ Sam let out a booming laugh. ‘Definitely not that Dean’ He smiled as your baby grabbed his finger and tugged it towards his face.

You pulled away from Dean and turned back to Sm. There was silence for a few moments. ‘How come Sam knew and not me?’ Dean snapped grabbing your arm. ‘You could have told me’ You looked up at him. ‘Sam came back to me the minute he came back. He was there for me, when I found out through the pregnancy, at the birth. The whole time. He just knew’You looked up at him. You had to tell him. ‘You were with another woman’ You breathed.

Dean scoffed. ‘You could have told me you needed someone, I would have been ha-’ You reached out and put your hand over his mouth and he glared down at you. ‘Sam had every right to know his nephew Dean’ You breathed. He needed to know. It had cut you up inside not telling him. But when you had found out you had tried. He was happy, very happy. Lisa and Ben were good for him, you couldn’t ruin that. Especially when you could cope on your own. And you had Sam.

Dean’s eyes widened and he looked from you to the little boy in his brothers arms. Tears filled his eyes and his lip trembled. ‘I-I’m the Dad? He’s my son’ His voice was soft, quiet and had a hope you had never heard before in the older Winchester. You nodded. ‘Yeah, Nathan John Winchester’ You muttered and a large smile broke out across his face.

Tears ran down his cheeks and he let go of your arm. ‘After our Fathers’ You nodded and he stepped closer to Sam. Sam looked up at you and you nodded. ‘I think it’s time his Father held him’ Sam stepped forwards and Dean held his arms out. Gently Sam handed Dean his son.

Dean looked down at him, awe etched into every feature of his handsome face. ‘Hey there buddy’ He cooed running his finger over Nathan’s cheek. ‘I’m your Daddy’ He smiled down at the smiling baby in his arms. Sam smiled slightly and walked by you. He patted your shoulder. ‘I’ll make some food’ He kissed your forehead before leaving.

That left you alone in the nursery with Dean. ‘It was that night wasn’t it?’ He didn’t look up at you. ‘A week before Sam went into the pit, the night we got drunk’ You nodded it walking over to him. You stopped in front of him and cooed at your son. ‘I’m sorry I never told you, but I’m still in. I still do research and give out info and things’ You looked up at Dean. ‘I’m still half in, I’m not a hunter anymore but I’m still in the life. You were out. I’m sorry’ Dean leaned forwards and pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead.

He shrugged. ‘It’s alright’ He nodded. you knew there would still be a discussion, if not an argument, later. He was just too shocked, happy and content right now to have anything bother him. Not even the fact you had kept his son from him.

Dean smiled widely as he reached out. He grabbed you tugging you into his side smiling down at you both. ‘I don’t care about that. We have a son Y/n, a son’ He beamed and you wrapped your arms around him. ‘Yeah, we do’ You smiled up at him. You reached out brushing your son’s soft blonde hair.

Dean squeezed you slightly and you looked up at him. ‘We’ve got a second chance Y/n’ He breathed. ‘We can be a family, what ye say?’ You smiled and nodded. ‘Yeah, I like the sound of that’ Dean leaned down pressing a soft kiss to your lips.You both pulled away laughing as your son began whining and giggling pulling at your finger. 

Dean smiled down at you his eyes sparkling with happiness. He had his family.

Under The Hood - Dean Winchester Imagine

Dean x reader

Request : From Anon: I was wondering if you could do a dean x reader based off the song Beep Beep by Little Mix?

Warnings: Some Smut

You bit your lip as you took a deep breath in through your nose. The smell that was distinctively Dean wafted up your nose. It smelt like leather, guns and, well Dean, that deep musky scent that just screamed man. It was very Dean and it surrounded you, even with the window down. Ten minutes you had been stuck in traffic, there was some kind of road works ahead. You could see the turn off for the bunker in about a hundred yards.

You leaned your head back against the seat of your old car closing your eyes. Instantly you were flooded with memories from the last time you had seen Dean. All day every time you closed your eyes you were seeing him, feeling it. ll you could feel was him on top of you, the feeling of his rough calloused hands on your skin, feel his plump lips trailing down your body until he-

You shook your head trying to get rid of the images. Sure the night had been amazing, you two had done it every way you could imagine, but you had been drunk. And the next morning hadn’t been so great, Dean had barely remembered any of it, unlike you, and by the end of breakfast it had been so awkward you had packed your bags made an excuse about going into town and not gone back. Granted you had text Sam telling him you caught a case and that was it but other than that no contact.

Until now, Sam had called you convincing you to come over to the bunker saying they had a case and that they needed you. you had suspected it was a lie and called him out on it causing him to stutter and deny it, very poorly, but you had agreed anyway. You had to face Dean at some stage. Although you preferred the thought of just living with the memories of that night. The way he held you, and kissed you, and how good he felt whe- You jumped as someone behind you blew their horn pulling you out of your daydream.

The line in front of you was moving You put your car in gear and pushed your foot down on the pedal as you turned your indicator on and pulled down the road towards the bunker. About 10 minutes down and your mind was overflown with memories again, this time it was you on top of him, his arms around you as he buried his face in your neck biting at the tender skin..

All of a sudden the car began to stutter and the engine cut out all the dials moving back to zero. You slammed your hand down on the wheel of the shoddy van you were driving. ‘Stupid car, stupid’ You grumbled as it rolled to a stop on the side of the road. You groaned leaning your head back against the seat frustration flowing through you veins. This car had been yours for years ! why did it have to give up now? Why did Dean have to be right.

You reached across to the passenger seat grabbing your phone hitting speed dial you raised it to your ear. ‘Sam?’ You asked as he answered. He groaned. ‘You ain’t coming are you?’ You chuckled. ‘I am, but I’m kind of broke down off the main road,you wana come help?’ You heard him sigh in relief and he agreed before hanging up. You closed your eyes settling down into the seat closing your eyes again.

You were to absorbed in putting your gun back together that you didn’t notice the slick black car pull up in front of you, not until the man driving it blew his horn. You jumped causing the pieces of the gun falling to the floor. You groaned and looked up your eyes meeting his. ‘Damn it Sam’ You grumbled pushing open the door climbing out into the light drizzle. ‘Told you you needed a new car’ He laughed ‘Surprised that piece of crap lasted this long’ You crossed your arms watching the tall man climb out of the car. ‘Shut up Dean’ You snapped and he laughed his firm shoulders shaking

You shook your head as you remembered what they felt like under your hands as he held you against the wall. You gulped as he walked closer to you. His bow legs something you had always loved, the firm muscles in them always teasing you. ‘I called Sam’ You leaned against the side of your car. You seen a flash of hurt on his face and you felt a little bad. ‘Pop the hood’ He grumbled and pulled off his jacket. You opened your mouth to apologize but decided against it.

About ten minutes later and you were leaning over the engine. Dean had everything but a light t shirt off on his upper half and instead of listening to him explain what was wrong with your car your eyes were on his arms, his back, shoulders, ass, legs, everything you could see really. God, he was beautiful. You watched as his now dirty bicep tensed as he pulled at something, you just wanted to reach out and wrap your had around them, feel the muscle strain under your touch. Your eyes ran down his body to where his ass was perked up in the air as he leaned over your car.

You were too engrossed in watching his muscles move under the thin fabric that clung to his body to notice him stop talking waiting for your reply. He looked up and he raised his eyebrows. ‘You hear me?’ He grumbled and your eyes shot up to him. He was wearing a sly smirk. ‘Or were you too busy with something?’ You narrowed your eyes at him and straightened. ‘Can you fix it or not?’ You snapped.

Dean sighed and ended up slamming the hood down. ‘Hey wa-’ You were cut off as he reached out. His hand wrapped around the back of your neck and he yanked you forwards. You let out a little squeal before his lips hit yours. You froze for a second but then your hands reached up grabbing his face pulling him closer, his stubble scratching your palm.

His hands grabbed your hips pulling your body closer to his before turning you and pushing you against the hood of your car. You groaned as he lifted you up and somehow placed himself between your legs. You lifted your leg wrapping around his back and you could feel his muscled trembling under your touch. He yanked you closer readjusting the angle you were sitting at and he leaned forwards. Your arms shot out wrapping around his shoulders your hands gripping the back of his shirt holding yourself to him. 

Dean chuckled slightly as he lowered you so your back onto the front of the car. ‘I’m sorry, for how awkward I made it’ He whispered as he pulled his lips from yours. You opened your eyes to find him already looking at you. You gulped as you looked at those bright green eyes full of regret. ‘You remember it, everything’ He sighed. ‘I had the mark, I couldn’t do that to you’ He sighed and you shook your head. ‘If I didn’t know what an idiot you were already I’d hate you for that’ He furrowed his an eyebrow but never got to say anything else before you planted your lips back on his.

Dean grunted and suddenly his hands were under your shirt pushing it up around your ribs as he bucked his hips. You whimpered feeling him brushing against you through both of your jeans. You pulled away but Dean’s lips just pressed against your throat trying to find that one spot that made you cling to him. ‘D-Dean, someone could see’ You gasped your fingers tightening their hold on him as he found it.

You felt him smile against your skin as he just grunted against you. You reached up grabbing his hair as you pulled him back from your neck. ‘Dean’ You scolded him and he sighed. He smirked then and pulled you up. One of his hands gripping your other thigh pulling it up so your legs were wrapped around his hips. 

You loved this position. Clinging to Dean and him smiling up at you, looking at you as if you were the most perfect thing in the world. And honestly, when you were with him you felt like you were, you had to be, the way this beautiful, strong, amazing man looked at you, how he treated you. You felt perfect, you felt more perfect than you ever had. He looked at you like he loved you. And you believed he did, you really believed he loved you.

You raised and eyebrow. ‘You going to let me down?’ You breathed. He shook his head and placed a kiss on your jaw. ‘You always said you liked my car’ He smirked as he turned. Your eyes widened as you realized what he was hinting at. ‘Who wouldn’t love Baby?’ You giggled as somehow he managed to open the back door. Dean looked up at you with adoration in his eyes. ‘Baby is definitely better than your piece of crap’ Your eyes widened

You opened your mouth to defend your car but he just dipped down tossing you into the back seat. ‘And your right, who wouldn’t love my Baby’ He smirked as he climbed in towards you. ‘Especially like this’ You smiled up at him watching as he filled the door completely as he climbed into the car. You shuffled backwards until your back hit the opposite door. ‘Didn’t think think it was possible but makes her all the more beautiful’ He whispered as he stopped the tip of his nose brushing against yours.

You let out a shaky breath. ‘God, I hate you’ You grumbled as you felt your heart swell at his words. He raised an eyebrow as one of your hands reached up grabbing his head pulling him down to you capturing those perfect lips again. Your other hand slipping under his t-shirt. He sighed against your lips as your nails racked over the tight skin your fingers tailing against a scar or two. but they just made him all the more perfect, stronger.

He pulled away grabbing the back of his top and yanked it over his head. ‘Someone could see’ You muttered and he grabbed your thigh pulling you away from the door your back hitting the leather of the seat. For a second you wondered how he could do that in such a cramped space but then you realized he had probably done this a million times before.

He smiled down at you before leaning down pressing his lips to yours again. Your hands went to his pants as he cradled your face in one of his hands the other holding him above you. You groaned the weight of him being exactly as you remember, making you feel safe. Your fingers made quick work of the buttons and zipper of his jeans as you pushed them down and off. Dean reached out his hands pulling your top over your head groaning as he groaned realizing you weren’t wearing a bra.

Sooner than you imagines Dean had the both of you naked. You threw your head back as his hips snapped against yours. Your nails dug into his back causing him to groan his head dropping onto your shoulder. Your hand reached up stroking the back of his head. Dean pressed a kiss against your sweaty skin as he gave a particularly hard trust. You let out a high pitched whimper and your hips bucked up towards his.

You wrapped your leg around him and his hand wrapped around your thigh the rough skin of his palm running over your skin causing you to shiver. You felt him smirk against your skin. He pulled at you changing the angle sightly. His other hand wrapped in the hair at the side of your head tugging slightly as you clenched around him.

His hips speed up and you moaned as he hit that one spot inside you that could make you fall apart. ‘Oh, god- Dean-oh-yes-oh -god’ Your nails dug further into the skin of his back as you felt his muscles tense with every hard stroke. ‘You’re perfect’ He grunted and he lifted his head. ‘So perfect’ He mumbled pressing his lips to yours. You wiggled a little causing him to moan against your lips.

You managed to wrap your other leg around his hips as your heels into his round ass driving him forwards. ‘Dean, please’ You pleaded gripping him lighter. The leather of the seat sticking to your back. Dean smiled down at you his smirk long gone, the last time you had seen it was when he had your legs wrapped around his head a few moments ago. ‘Say it again’ He begged, needing to know you needed him, wanted him. You let your hand slid around to cradle his cheek. ‘I love you’ You breathed out and you seen nothing but love shining in his own eyes.

All harshness gone from his actions as he closed his eyes leaning his forehead against yours letting out a content sigh his hips settled into a steady pace all the urgency gone. His eyes fluttered open as your fingers caressed his cheek. He didn’t need to say it, he wouldn’t, but you knew he loved you too. You didn’t need to be told, you could tell from the way he was looking at you.

He dipped his head into your neck again attaching his lips to your skin. ‘Dean’ You moaned as his thrusts got faster working towards your orgasm. Your hand wrapped around the back of his neck holding him to you as you arched your back into him panting. His hand traced up your thigh before coming between you his fingers finding your clit and you threw back your head pleasure over riding everything inside you.

Dean’s hips stuttered as you clenched around him and he gasped into your neck. His hands tightened in your hair and you felt him pulse inside of you releasing inside of you.

The both of you lay there panting in the overheated car. ‘I don’t think I could possibly love this car any more’ You told him and he looked up at you through his lashes. ‘Then we can just leave yours here right?’ You raised an eyebrow and he smiled lazily. You shook your head. ‘Is it okay?’ You asked concerned for your car. He nodded. ‘Just needs a jump’ You sighed as your head leaned back against the door of the Impala. Dean laid his head down on your shoulder nuzzling into your neck.

You had never seen him like this before, but you supposed the whole Mark of Cain thing had taken a lot out of him, and now the Darkness too, he needed something, someone to just be there. You wrapped your arms around him holding his body to yours and you felt him relax slightly. ‘Sam’ll wonder where we are’ You mumbled as you kissed the side of his head. ‘He won’t’ He chuckled. ‘Why ye think he sent me? Why do ye think he asked you to come round?’ You rolled your eyes knowing they were up to something, you knew it

Dean pressed a soft kiss to your neck. ‘I’m glad you are’ He muttered  and you smiled closing your eyes. ‘I been thinking about you since that night’ You nodded silently telling him you had too. ‘I want you to stay, stay in the bunker. I ain’t giving this up’ You giggled and he leaned in pressing his lips to yours.

Dean squeezed your side. ‘Say you’ll stay’ He mumbled pleadingly. ‘I’ll stay’ You whispered. ‘I don’t think I could leave, I love this too much, I love you too much’ You muttered and silence elapsed through the car. ‘I love you’ You almost didn’t hear his confession.

You smiled and you opened your mouth to tell him that you should probably get back to the Bunker as it had probably been a while since you called Sam, only you were cut off when someone pulled in behind the Impala honking at you. Dean’s head shot up as he cursed and pulled out of you causing you to whine as he scrambled to grab his clothes while both of you chuckled a little pulling them on.

Dean stopped before he opened the door he leaned forwards pressing a quick kiss to your lips again. ‘Glad I don’t have to use my imagination now’ He chuckled before climbing out to the car as you shook your head at his cheeky smirk.

I’m so sorry if this was shit.

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“Leftovers.” Dean said with a small nod of his head as he looked at the bones you, Sam and Jack had found. For some reason you couldn’t focus on what the older Winchester was saying rather than the cowboy hat and shoes he had on. You knew he was going to bring them with him but you had not seen him wear them so far and the sight was certainly much more than just a feast for your eyes. You shared a look with Cas for a second, as if asking him what was going on, and he gave you a simple shrug with shake of his head.

“Yeah, bite marks.” Sam mumbled, nodding his own head as Dean handed the bones to Castiel and leaned back in his seat, casually. His legs propped up on the table, and oh the suit didn’t help your situation in the least bit. He noticed you looking and gave you a smirk, raising an eyebrow almost in satisfaction at which you only rolled your eyes and looked at Cas.

“Looks like a ghoul.”

Jack looked at Castiel with a frown so he explained “Oh, a ghoul is a monster that feeds on the dead. They can take the form of whomever they’ve eaten. Decapitation kills them.”

“Yeah, or bashing their brains in.” Dean added with a shrug and as you looked at him you couldn’t help but let your eyes roam his figure, taking in every small detail.

“So like a zombie shapeshifter?” Jack asked and Sam nodded his head.

“Yeah, pretty much.” Sam nodded his head “And he could have tunnels-

“Alright hold on a minute!” you raised a hand, stopping Sam to point a finger at Dean “Is nobody else going to point out the obvious?” you asked and they looked at you with a frown before you looked at the older Winchester “What are you wearing?” you breathed out with a laugh and Dean tipped his hat in your direction, giving you a playful smile.

“Isn’t it obvious, sweetheart?”

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“Jack.” Castiel breathed out “Jack!” he said louder, getting up from his seat and trying to catch up with the nephilim.

“Dean? Dean?” the younger man shook the sleeping hunter on the shoulder. Dean snored softly as per usual, oblivious to what was going on in his sleep, and you lay behind him with an arm drapped over him and your legs tangled. Your face was buried in the crook of his No matter how you fell asleep you’d always end up in the weirdest positions ever, this was the most usual one considering he liked to keep a hold of his gun to feel safe for the both of you.

“Jack, I wouldn’t do that!” Castiel pushed the saloon door open, trying to warn him but it was too late.

“Aaah!” Dean snapped awake and cocked his gun, pointing it at Jack. Sam jumped awake at the noise and you let out a groan when Dean’s abrupt movement woke you up.

“No, no no! Dean’s, it’s me. It’s me!” Jack raised his hands in surrender. Dean raised an eyebrow at him, glancing at Cas with only one eye open.

“Ah hey” he said in a rough voice, lowering his gun.

“D” you whined, the man putting the gun away and turning slightly to lay on his back so he could have a better look at you.

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