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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.

FRESH OUT THE SLAMMER

❝︎ i know who my first call will be too ❞︎

pairing | teen!dean winchester x fem!reader

content | fluff, angst, mentions of a fight, mentions of john being a dick (you can’t make me like him)

summary | dean calls you after he gets into a fight at a frat party down the road

THE PARK was so quiet you could almost imagine it was abandoned like the old house on the corner. The one all the kids stayed away from, only stepping foot on the porch against a dare their dumbass friends had made. A flickering light, similar to a shining star lighting the path of the short sidewalk to the tiny playground; the park was empty. Only the faint outline of someone sitting atop the play area could be seen.

“Hey,” you called out to him quietly. His shoulders tensed, his head turning quickly before his body had relaxed again when he noticed it was just you. His shoulders weren’t so broad anymore, his head dropping down before you heard the quiet exhale leave his nose. “Sorry,” an apology spilled softly from your lips. Apologetic for scaring him, but relieved that he was at least relatively okay. 

The phone you had gotten not even an hour before had you on the verge of a panic attack until you had actually seen him. 

“You alright?”

“Can you meet me somewhere?” He had asked so brokenly that you were scared that if you didn’t agree, he was going to crack in half like an old porcelain vase sitting atop the tallest shelf in your grandma’s china cabinet. “I ne…just — please?”

He hadn’t left you with much of an option. It hadn’t sounded as if he was about to jump off the deep end if you hadn’t shown. 

“It’s alright,” he muttered, scared that if he talked any louder his voice would fail him. He was already on edge for having to call you this late, guilty that you had actually shown, but mostly, he wanted to avoid the emotions that were climbing up the back of his throat. If it had clawed at his throat any longer, they would crash and he’d be in the middle of a breakdown. 

“You alright?” Your head was tilted to the side curiously, shoes digging into the wood chips beneath you. He was sat atop the jungle gym, his feet dangling into the night as his head rested against the cool metal rail guard beside him. Cooling any angry emotions he might’ve been feeling. 

He finally lifted his head up, that’s when you could finally see the small stream of crimson trailing down his face. 

“What happened?” You pointed to your own eyebrow, watching as he gingerly touched his own before staring at his blood coated fingers as if he had no clue it was even there. 

“It’s, uh…” he was going to deny it being a big deal, just like he always did when something happened. “Fight.” He gave in. 

It had shocked you if you were honest, that he had actually said it. Usually he had blamed it on slipping in the shower, but he could only use that excuse so many times before it got suspicious, and after the second time…you were more than suspicious. 

“What happened? Frat party down the road?” You questioned, starting your climb up the jungle gym to sit behind him when he failed to answer. “Heard the cops got called, shut it down.” You settled in beside him finally, staring at the sky above you as the clouds threatened to cover the small stars. 

“You weren’t even there,” he let slip past a quiet mumble. 

“Might’ve been,” you shrugged innocently. “But now that I know you were looking for me —“

“Shut up,” he stopped you before you could get ahead. 

He tried to hide it, but you could see the way the corner of his lips turned, the dull moonlight accentuating the way his cheeks fought off a smile. Your own laughter tumbled past your lips as you let your feet kick out in front of you. 

This was a weekly occurrence it seemed. An empty park, the two of you sitting on a different part, the silence. You could’ve just talked about anything and everything and he would just sit there and listen. Whether it was willingly or not, he certainly never left. There were nights where he would talk until the sun came up. Some new story about his little brother, mostly his little brother annoying him, but sometimes there was a good story. You liked those ones. The ones where Dean had gone on and on about how his brother was just being a kid. 

It was funny to think about it now, because now even a few years ago, that was the two of you. Just being kids. He was complaining about stuff the two of you had always done when you were Sammy’s age. Be annoying, play in the first, it was silly stuff that a kid is supposed to do and for a teenager to find annoying.

“You going home after this?” You didn’t want to ask the question, but you needed to make sure he still had a place to go. Finally, you dragged your eyes away from the constellation you had managed to make out to look over at Dean. His tired face looked even more relaxed than it had when you first showed up.

“Have too,” he answered quietly. “Can’t leave Sam there.”

“And what’s your dad gonna say?” You questioned, referring to his eye as he just shrugged his shoulders this time.

“Whatever the hell he wants,” he took a deep breath, trying to not think about what new string of swears his father could possibly throw at him. 

There was always a place for Dean at your house, it was just taking so much to convince him that it was actually true. It was a mental block he had, you could always tell. The pressure that his dad put on him was ridiculous. You genuinely had no idea how he even functioned on a day to day basis. He had his moments where that wall crumbled, he let you see past the cracks just for a night before they were built back up again.

“You ever need anything, just call, Dean. You know that,” you broke the silence again.

“You’re always my first call,”’ he whispered.

Dean Winchester x OC

lucifer’s waltz [2]

↳ au. Michael is Jack's twin (they both do not have a last name) and Jack represents the good from their mother while Michael represents their father’s more evil tendencies.

pairing: Michael x twin!brother!Jack

rating: PG13

inspired by: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ikl-QYQ252Q

tags: @michaellangdonhasbecomemylife @lovelykhaleesiii@jackklinelovesstarwars @supernaturalimagine @michaellangdon@codyfernsource @codyahsfern @codysqueen

author’s note: in no way, shape, or form do I sympathize with Kim Jong Un and Jong-il’s way of thinking and methods, I’m just using them as part of the dialogue in this story.

Jack looks around, the loud, piercing screeches of the polydemons going ‘round and ‘round him, human screams joining the mix as the creatures began eating the flesh off their bones. Michael was inside the barn, simply enjoying the sounds of the screams, and knew that this was humanity’s damnation. They brought it upon themselves. All they did was rape, murder, lie, hustle, and sell their own bodies for the sake of either pleasure, drugs, money, or just because they were sold into it. 

“Don’t be afraid,” Jack clambers back in the car, pushing torn pieces of a bloodied shirt - which he found on the ground outside - to the other three. “Cover your mouths and noses. Do not freeze when we go outside.”

“I never freeze.”

“C’mon, Dean, stop copying Black Panther’s lines for God’s sake,” Sam sighs, tying the cloth around his nose. His older brother glares at him before doing the same, Castiel and Jack already standing outside, waiting for their friends. The Archangel blade held at ready in Castiel’s hand, he takes the lead, Sam, Dean, and Jack holding guns with a bullet ready in the chamber. It won’t do much as they haven’t figured out a spell to create Archangel bullets yet, but it would slow Michael down. 

Castiel slides open the wooden door, making all four hunters see that Michael was standing with his back to them, hands clasped behind him, clear blue eyes watching the outside world through the small window. Castiel put up his hand that held the blade, taking a step towards the Antichrist when the blonde male calls out, “It’s beautiful, isn’t it? This rotten world turning into its true nature. One poisoned with men’s jealousy, rage, suspicion. I simply just sped up its process. You think that this is my doing? No, this is Mankind’s own doing, but you’re all too blind to see it.” He turns around, blood spotted across his face. “And you’re the worst of them all. Even worse than Kim Jong Un and Kim Jong-il. You both caused apocalypses to happen and yet you think you both are saviors? You’re just pathetic, weak men.”

“I don’t think I’m a savior, but I also do not think I am pathetic and weak!” Dean sarcastically says to him. “Reverse the ending of the world.”

“Or you’ll what?”

“Let’s just say that you will see your father again.”

“Really? I’ve always wanted to meet him.”

“Where’s our mom?”

Michael clicks his tongue, shaking his head. “Ah, you boys and your mother. I never was close to Kelly, never. Not even when I was in the womb. You think that it was Jack who killed Kelly? That was all me. I was planning to actually kill her and have her die with you still inside her (so you could never escape), but you just had to come out. So, instead of taking all the blame, I just put my memory of killing Kelly inside your brain so I could just watch the guilt eat you. And let me say, it has been entertaining. And to answer your question, she’s right over. . .” he drags out the r, waiting for something.

Mary’s mangled body drops from the ceiling, now a corpse decaying into nothingness. “There.”

Dean yanks the blade out of Castiel’s hand and throws it with accuracy at Michael, and they all watch as it lands a few inches from his heart. He drops to the ground, blood pouring over the black silk of his suit, staining it a deep burgundy. His eyes flash black and orange for a moment before twinkling out, and the four continue watching as he died.

And came back to life.

His blood seeped back into his open wounds, the blade flew away from his chest and landed somewhere in the barn, and his eyes opened again. He stands up with grace, wiping the dirt off the silk.

“I was always going to win.”

He looks at his shoes, drawing a small pentagram on the dirt that still had Mary’s blood soaked into it. Then he looks back up, eyes black and lips in a wide smile. “Ave Satanas.”

masterlist

! - personal favorite

* - series

x - x-reader

^ - smut

will be kept updated!

uploaded: 18.02.19

updated: 14.12.2023

lucifer’s waltz: (*)

↳ au. Michael is Jack’s twin (they both do not have a last name) and Jack represents the good from their mother while Michael represents their father’s more evil tendencies.

status: on-going

[1] [2]

someone new ( ^ x )

↳ Jon Snow and Robb Stark both had a crush on the reader, the reader is in love with Jon, they lay together for the first time (sort of like a flashback), then Jon goes to the Walls and the reader finds a different kind of comfort in Robb.

status: unknown

x

sanctity ( ^ ! )

↳ the goddess of war, freyja, is put onto kattegat to aid the lothbroks during their future raids. both the seer and aslaug have seen her coming, and the queen welcomes her with open arms. catching the eye of hvitserk lothbrok, she treats him as no one has done before; as an equal, instead of a dog.

x

brutus ( ^ * ! ) ↳ taken after the song brutus by the buttress, it essentially goes lyric by lyric, and the chapters will be based off the lyric i choose that day ! masterlist

gimme that ! (^ * )  shortly after the apocalypse happens, survivors go into hiding in outposts that are set up around the world. outpost 3, however, doesn’t realize that three of the people that have taken up residence in their walls are vampires, feeding on the others whilst they are asleep. all they know is that they are finding bite marks on them, and have little to no recollection as to how they are getting them. when michael langdon makes his way into outpost 3, the vampires are keen on making him the fourth in the relationship. masterlist

Emotionless [Dean Winchester]

Description: Sammy dies and it hits Dean and the reader hard. 

Warnings: Mentions of blood, torture, Sam actually dies. 

They were too late. He had already bled out by time Y/N and Dean got to him. The ghouls that took on Adam and Kate's bodies cut Sam's wrists and hit the arteries. Along with the ripping his heart out and creating more gashes in his body, it didn't take long.

They killed the ghouls and gathered Sam's body. Y/N insisted on giving him a proper funeral, but Dean said "He died like a hunter, he deserves to go out like one.". He burned Sam's body. Y/N stood by him the whole time as Dean's face remained emotionless.

Typical Dean. Trying to be strong for the people he loves.

§§§

It's been two days. Dean, of course, threw himself into work. Y/N on the other hand, took care of Dean. Forcing him to at least drink and eat. Sleep didn't come easy for either of them. They were both exhausted but every time they closed their eyes all they saw was Sam lying on the table.

Y/N was also getting pissed at Dean. Not because of anything he's done, but because of what he's not doing. He hasn't cried, he's hasn't started the grieving process.

"Dean, do you need anything?" Y/N asks as she stands behind him. He's got Sam's laptop, his dad's journal and multiple newspapers.

"I'm fine." He answers, paying no mind to his girlfriend.

"Dean-."

"I'm busy."

"Would you stop for five minutes and just listen to me you jackass?!" She yells. Dean rises from his chair quickly, making it screech.

"What do you want me to listen about?!"

"You need to stop blocking your emotions out. This isn't good for you." Y/N explains. "You've thrown yourself into another case, you haven't cried, quivered, anything."

"Because I don't need to." Dean replies.

"Yes you do! Don't you get it?!" She yells. "Sam isn't coming back Dean! He's dead, we burned him. So yell, scream, cry. Just do something! Please, just let me know the Dean I know and love is still in there somewhere! Take it out on me if you have to!" Y/N cries.

Dean takes one look at the tear that rolls down her face and he immediately starts crying. Y/N walks to him and wraps her arms around him and he wraps his arms around her.

"I wish I couldn't feel a damn thing!" Dean sobs. "I'm feeling all of these things and I don't know how to handle it. Sammy is dead and I can't bring him back." Y/N pulls away to look at his face, she puts her hands on his cheeks and wipes his tears. "He's the only family I have. What am I supposed to do now?"

"You still have me, Dean. I will never, ever leave you. And I don't know what we're going to do next, but I'll be right by your side, ok? I'll always be by your side." Dean nods. "You need to hurt before you heal. You can't just push your feelings away, you're human. It's only natural to have these emotions, and I'm a woman, so your emotions won't scare me off or make me not love you anymore, so please for the love of god, don't feel like you need to be strong for me."

"I've told you how much I love you right?" Dean whispers. Y/N nods and Dean leans down to kiss her.

"I love you too Dean."

Stitches [Dean Winchester]

Description: Y/N stitches up Dean after a hunt.

The Impala goes around a sharp curve and Dean groans as he slides in his seat.

"If I die, I'm never speaking to you again."

"No shit." Y/N deadpans from the drivers seat. Dean groans again as the car straightens out. "Dean it's literally a top layer cut. You're going to be fine."

"Woman-."

§§§

"Alright, Winchester. Take off your shirt, and hop up on the counter."

"You're bossy." Dean says as he pulls his shirt over his head. Y/N turns to grab a vial of lidocaine, a needle and a stitch kit. She squats down to grab a large bottle of hydrogen peroxide and Dean trails his eyes down her backside. She turns back to him and Dean diverts his eyes quickly.

"You've got to be when you're dealing with a Winchester." She smirks. Dean rolls his eyes and scoots back further on the counter. Y/N grabs a rag and sets it under the cut. "Ready?" Dean nods and Y/N starts squirting the peroxide into his cut.

"Son of a bitch." Dean hisses.

"Would you just hold still?" Y/N asks as she presses the tip of the needle inside his cut.

"I'm sorry I don't like needles."

"It could be worse. I'm going in through the cut, not breaking skin again, and I'm going slow so it doesn't burn." Y/N says as she injects the lidocaine in different areas.

Dean admires her features as she gets ready to stitch him up. Beautiful smile, gorgeous eyes. How could someone not be attracted to a woman like her? She's beautiful, feisty, incredibly strong and very intelligent. Not the best driver, but everyone has their faults.

"Last time someone looked at me like that, Winchester, I got laid."

"Do you want to get laid?" Dean smirks.

"Always." Y/N glances up at him through her eyelashes. Then before Dean could reply, she stuck the needle through his skin.

After the last stitch is done, Y/N stands up and is face to face with Dean. Dean looks into her eyes and then to her lips. He experiments by leaning and closer, as does she. Once their lips press together, Dean lets out a deep breath. He pulls away, but their faces stay close together.

"Thank you." Y/N nods and backs away to put her supplies back in their bag. Dean jumps off the counter and grabs her by the waist. Y/N drops everything on the floor and turns to him. He presses his body into hers and grabs her ass. "Up." Y/N jumps and wraps her legs around his waist. He walks over to the counter and places her on it, then pushes her legs apart and stands between them. He grabs the back of her neck and starts kissing her again. Y/N reaches her arms around his neck and puts her hand in his hair. Dean pulls away for a second. "Are you ok with this?" Y/N looks up to the ceiling and Dean starts kissing her neck.

"More than ok." She breathes.

§§§

The morning after they woke up and packed their stuff up, considering they had to go back home today. Y/N and Dean took a shower together to "Save water". Deans idea.

While Dean was shaving, Y/N got dressed. She had her normal outfit, consisting of a pair of jeans, a leather jacket and a pair of boots, but she was missing a shirt. Hers were all dirty, mostly with blood, dirt or whatever else decided to get on her shirt while hunting. She thought for a second.

I can't go shirtless.

Then she looked around the room and spotted Dean's bag.

Yahtzee.

Dean always overpacked. So, she walked over and unzipped his bag.

"Clean clothes are always on top."

She finds a green shirt and nods. She zips Dean's bag and puts the shirt on, she tucks it into her jeans so it's not as noticeable.

After a while Dean walks out, ready to go.

"Ready sweetheart?" Y/N nods and grabs her bags. Dean notices something as she walks past. She smells like him. Didn't she take a shower? Then he recognizes the shirt. The one he was going to wear today, but he decided on the blue one instead. "Is that my shirt?"

"Uh huh." Y/N nods as she smirks at Dean.

"You know, if it were anyone else I'd be mad. But you just look so beautiful in my clothes." Dean walks over and kisses her cheek before grabbing her hand and pulling her out of the room.

"My shirts were dirty."

"We should just get rid of all of your shirts."

Sam Winchester's jealousy

My jealousy, jealousy (Yeah)

All your friends are so cool,

you go out every night

In your daddy's nice car, yeah, you're livin' the life

Got a pretty face, a pretty boyfriend, too

I wanna be you so bad and I don't even know you

All I see is what I should be

Happier, prettier,

jealousy, jealousy

All I see is what I should be

I'm losin' it, all I get's jealousy, jealousy

Dean Winchester's jealousy

But jealousy, jealousy (yeah)

All your friends are so cool,

you go out every night

In your daddy's nice car, yeah, you're livin' the life

Got a pretty face, pretty girlfriend, too

I wanna be you so bad, and I don't even know you

All I see is what I should be

Happier, prettier, jealousy, jealousy

All I see is what I should be

I'm losin' it, all I get's, jealousy, jealousy

Castiel × Dean Winchester

So please hurry leave me

I can't breathe

Please don't say you love me

Sam Winchester

Run fast for

your mother

and fast for your father

Run for your children

for your sisters

And brothers

Leave all your love and your loving behind you

Can't carry it with you if you want to survive

The hunk/womanizer character trope

Derek Morgan, Anthony "Tony" DiNozzo Junior, Luke Alvez, Evan "Buck" Buckley, Bellamy Blake, Dean Winchester, Tony Stark, Dr. Robert Chase, Damon Salvatore.

Dean Winchester x Reader

Not a boring life

«Are you listening to me? Dean.» Castiel puts his hand on my shoulder .

«I was thinking… you can read minds, don’t you?» Castiel looks at me.

«Yes, I can. Why?»

«The son of a bitch of that fucking angel made me see a reality in 6 years from now and… Sam had become his vassal, and Y/n was with him. They were, I mean… together. Besides, the devil told me I would lose her because he offered her something I can never give her. I know there’s a chance he’ll take Sam, but her?»

In my mind, I relive that damn moment a hundred of times: Sam, who isn’t Sammy anymore, possessed by the devil and Y/n who is at his side and he caressed her! That drives me crazy.

«So?» Castiel asks.

«Read Y/n’s mind, see if you can find something that she has lost or someone. Maybe she desires something more than anything.»

«Wouldn’t be better if you ask her?»

«Wouldn’t be better if you do what I asked you and don’t say a thing?!» he nods and disappears.

2 minutes later

«Done.»

«Oh, you’re already back.» I lean against the wall.

«So, what is her biggest secret?» I say funny but Castiel looks at me with a serious, too much seriousness, face.

«She lost her family: her dad died of a cancer when she was young and then her mother and her brother died in a car accident five years ago.» He tells me the story, and I see in his eyes the sadness.

«is there anything else? Why do you have that face?»

« I saw her feeling, Dean. It was distressing to see her memories, devastating to live them I guess. Besides it was hard to find those memories, it was like she erased them. She was alone most the time of her life. A child growing up too fast. But when she lost her mom and her brother in a car accident, she was in the car but she survived. She spent months to recovery, she wanted die with them...»

«She wanted to die? Why she didn’t tell me nothing?»

«Calm yourself, Dean, she has her reasons.»

«Yeah, and she can talk to me! I could help her.»

«Don’t you understand, Dean? She can’t even think about it… losing before her father, then all the rest of her family. Y/n just wants…»

«What?» Castiel and I turn around and see Y/n at the door. She just looked at Castiel, though.

«Cass, say that is not what I’m thinking…» Cass looks down at his feet.

«Why did you do that?» Her eyes begin to fill with tears.

«I’m sorry, Y/n…» Cass says.

«Why did you do that? Why are you talking to him about it?» Her breath becomes irregular. I approach her, but she immediately backs up.

«I wanna an answer Cass! Why did you do that?» Y/n yells at him. Cass’s embarrassment is evident.

«I asked him to do that.» as I said that she slowly turns to me.

«Why…?» I try again to get close to her, but she still backs up.

«That was my life! I had to be the one to tell you that not an angel who can reads minds! Why did you do that?» Y/n yells at me preventing me from approaching her.

«Baby, I asked Cass to do that because I need to know why you in 6 years, you would’ve said yes to the devil… the fucking angel made me see a reality, in 6 years from now, where you and Sam were with Lucifer and I realised I have to make things work differently…»

«Why didn’t you ask me, first?» i try to approach her again but she won’t let me touch her.

«Honey, why didn’t you tell me that? I could help you. I love you, I’m sorry for what you had to live through.»

But these words don’t calm her down, they make her more nervous.

«Yes? What would you have done? Take them back? That is impossible, and all I want is to forget! Forget about everything that has happened to me before this life with you! Sorry for not telling you anything that happens on this or whatever happen before that we met but I can’t…» she makes a pause, then say

«But you didn’t have the right to steal my secrets.» When she finishes talking, she turns and leaves the room.

«Oh, maybe you, Cass, could read my mind so you’ll explain to your friend how I feel right now. Steal this from me too.» She says defiantly to Castiel.

Now I feel guilty for both her and Cass too.

«Y/n, please listen to me…»

«LEAVE ME ALONE!I always respect the fact that you didn’t wanna talk about what fucking happened in the hell and I was okay with that! I never said nothing even when you didn’t wanna explain why you were sad or angry or whatever. Why can’t you do the same with me? Or maybe you could ask me instead…»

«Come on, love, lemme explain…»

«Yeah, no. The only thing that I wanna do is run away from here. Before you destroy everything, with you I never think about that! But you have to know, right? All that matters was that you know.

Don’t follow me, I hate you right now and I don’t wanna even see you.»

These words strike me deeply... but it is true, I never told her what had happened in hell or the shit life I had before meeting her. Yet, she was always by my side when all I needed was a hug.

The sound of the door closing makes me lose my mind.

«Sorry Cass… »I say quickly and I go to the room. Y/n's voice is the only thing I can hear when I look in the mirror and see myself.

I punch the mirror, hurting my hand, then

I throw the TV and lampshades on the ground. Then I take the chair and split it on the dresser...

After completely destroying the room, I sit on the floor leaning against the wall, covering my face with my hands.

I’m tired of always trying to do the right thing to protect the people I love but, no matter what I do, everything has to fuck up!

Every fucking time!

Y/n’s pov

After running until my feet begged me to stop, I sat by a lake.

Dean didn’t have to do this to me, he didn’t have to steal my thoughts. And yet it’s his style. Getting what he wants by any means...

After the last double funeral, I walked out of that house and vowed never to return. All my life, forgetting was the antidote to everything that hurt me.

But even if I try, I can’t forget, and every time these thoughts come back, I get lost.

One year after my mother and brother died, Dean came along, like a bolt from the blue. And damn me falling in love with him... of him, of the life that appeared in front me, of Sam, of hunting.

Not a boring life.

Maybe I exaggerated... the words I said to him definitely hurt him. I pick up the phone and find a message from Dean.

“I’m sorry, I know I fucked up, I know, but please before everything talk to me. Love you.”

I don’t answer the message, but I get up and go back.

I open the front door and go to the kitchen where the light is on.

«It’s very late.» Dean says.

«I’m sorry, I…» as soon as I start talking he turns to me. I see his bloody hands.

«What happen?» This time, I’m getting close to him.

«I’m sorry. I lost my mind. Look Yn, I’m really sorry. But all I wanted to do was keep you safe from Lucifer and I need to know why you would’ve chosen him.»

«I never would choose him.»

«He would promise you to take them back.»Seeing his shiny eyes saddens me and, even all he does, the only thing I wanna do is kiss him.

«This is impossible. And even if this is possible in a certain demoniac way, I don’t care: they are dead and I know that pretty well.»

I love you, Y/n. » Dean smiles and continues

«I know that I love you, sweetheart. I loved you since the first time I saw you. Every time I'm with him, I find myself forgetting all the pain I've endured when we look into each other's eyes.

«Can I touch you? » Dean asks me.

«You have to.» I find myself in his arms in a flash.

«I love you, Dean.» I hear his laugh in my ears. He takes me in his arms and rests me on the kitchen counter, I gird his life with my legs.

«You don’t know how much I love you, Y/n.» He says as he kisses my neck and my hands caress his hair.

«I’m yours…» Dean says.

«And I’m yours, Dean.»

«Say it again, I think I could come.»

«Just like this? I didn’t even touch you there…» He lifts his head from the hollow of my neck and takes my face in his hands.

«You don’t need to touch me to turn me on.» I smile and kiss him on his beautiful lips.

This is all I need to make me feel alive...

Dean Winchester x reader

Summery: you and Sam are happily together but one night Dean gets drunk and he finds himself confesses his love for you.

«Dean, I think you drank too much tonight.» I say grabbing his hand before he could take another sip from his drink.

«Do you have in mind something greater than drink? ‘Cause if you do, please tell me.» Dean uses an ironic tone. I roll my eyes. He bites his lips.

«I love getting on your nerves, you know? You damn sexy when you’re upset…» his hand goes on my cheek and caresses it with his thumb.

I don’t understand what is going on, why he is doing that… yes, he was always kind to me but not that much.

«Dean…» he shakes his head.

«Just a few moments… please.» he says and I nod.

«Are you okay?» I ask him looking in his eyes. «I mean, apart everything strange and scary and…» he talks before I can finish my sentence.

«No, I’m not okay.» When he says it I notice the sadness on his face.

«Would you like to tell me what is wrong?» I smile at him, and Dean does a little smirk.

«I could never ask you that. I can’t even say it aloud.» his hand’s still on my face.

«What’s up? You’re scaring me.» he smiles and takes his hand off my face.

«When I look at you all I think is “I can’t do that”, you know? Because you’re Sammy’s. But, god, I wish you were mine.» he turns around and gets off the bar while I stay there, paralysed.

He just said that he wants me? I take my jacket and go after him.

Dean stands against his car, with the hands in his pockets and the head low.

«What was that?» I ask almost yelling.

«Calm yourself, sweetheart. I’m drunk. I don’t know what I’m saying.» he says without watching me.

«You know I’m with Sam, right?» He rolls his eyes and does a grin.

«Yes, I know. And you don’t make me forget about it even for a damn minute. How many times you moan his name when he fucks you? When he takes you in the shower? When he kisses your neck? Have you ever think I could hear you? Or maybe that turn you on more and more?» he comes closer to me and makes me push against the Impala. He is in front of me with his arms at the sides of my body.

«How many times I had to stay out of the room because you two were making out and all I could think was “Damn it, I wanna be the one who fucks her.” But no, you choose Sam… the big hot nerd. And what about me?»

He kisses my neck, really he is sucking my skin.

«Dean… stop.» I say but I understand, from my tone, I don’t mean it.

«Tell me you love Sam… I dare you.» his hands explore my body and one of them stops at my thing. He grabs it and push it to make his room to my vagina. He touches me there and, even if my jeans are on, I feel wet.

«Dean…» I whisper.

«Yes, moan my name darling.» His hand slips under my shirt and unhook my bra.

«Would you like to continue in the car or I have to take you right there?» he whispers in my ear. I’m not able to talk, I feel the passion grows in me.

«I’m with Sam…» I say in a whisper.

«You want me.» while he’s saying these words he grabs my chin, lifting my face.

«I want you…» he kisses my lips. His tongue opens my mouth strongly, but I don’t step back, instead I kiss him back. My hand is lost in his hair pushing him closer. His hands unbutton my jeans and he opens the car door.

We enter in the Impala, he is over me.

«Now, Y/n, you’re mine.» he says firmly and I nod.

«I’m yours.» He smirks and winks.

«Yes, you are.» He lowers over me pulling me off my shirt and my bra. He grabs one of my boobs with his hand, squeezing it tight, meanwhile he takes in his lips the nipple of the other.

My hands reach his jeans to unbutton it, but he stops me.

«I’ll tell you when it’s time. Just enjoy it.»

He returns to his work on my boobs, but I wanna more so I lift my hips against him.

«Please, Dean…» he bites my nipple making me moan and, finally, he lowers on my pants.

He touches me.

«You have wet your panty… good girl.»

Without taking off my underwear, he rubs my clit and I help the movement by moving me against her finger.

He finally takes it off and puts his finger in the middle of it. He licks it.

«Delicious... I think Sam likes it. Have you ever tasted you?» I shake my head.

«What a shame. You should do that, you’re so good.»

Then he opens my legs a little more and pulls his tongue against my pussy licking it.

«Dean…» I moan when he bites my clit. He makes his tongue goes round and round while he stinks his finger in my sex.

«I have to say it, you squeeze so tight. I like it.»

«Another…» I moan for more.

He sticks out his finger, takes off his jeans and his pants and enters inside me.

The both of us moan at the same time and he starts to move his hips. He pushes himself inside me more and more, I follow his movement.

«Dean I’m…» I say in a wisher, I feel so high and full… his pushes become stronger.

I come all over his sex but he doesn’t stop.

«Oh, you’re amazing.» I say while he continues to push. I want him to be pleased like I am so I make him come closer to so he’s almost lying over me. I wrap his waist with my legs and he grabs my back. I take off his shirt and I kiss him on the lips, neck, shoulder, chest, everywhere.

«I’m close…» he says and I squeeze his sex tighter. When he tries to get off of me to come and keep him strongly against me.

«Y/n, I can’t…»

«I want you inside of me.» He comes and all of him fill me completely.

We stay for a little like this then I lift up getting out of me.

We look at each other without saying a word then we dress up.

When we have done and the high was gone, I feel terrible.

«Dean…» I try to say something but nothing comes out of my mouth.

«I don’t judge you. I’m not thinking about you betray my brother with me, all I’m thinking is that this was the best night of my life.»

Dean Winchester x reader

Summery: you and Sam are happily together but one night Dean gets drunk and he finds himself confesses his love for you.

«Dean, I think you drank too much tonight.» I say grabbing his hand before he could take another sip from his drink.

«Do you have in mind something greeter than drink? ‘Cause if you do, please tell me.» Dean uses an ironic tone. I roll my eyes. He bites his lips.

«I love getting on your nerves, you know? You’re damn sexy when you’re upset…» his hand goes on my cheek and caresses it with his thumb.

I don’t understand what is going on, why he is doing that… yes, he was always kind to me but not that much; well maybe he is just drunk.

«Dean…» he shakes his head.

«Just a few moments… please.» he says and I nod.

«Are you okay?» I ask him looking in his eyes. «I mean, apart everything strange and scary and…» he talks before I can finish my sentence.

«No, I’m not okay.» When he says it I notice the sadness on his face.

«Would you like to tell me what is wrong?» I smile at him, and Dean does a little smirk.

«I could never ask you that. I can’t even say it aloud.» his hand’s still on my face.

«What’s up? You’re scaring me.» he smiles and takes off his hand of my face.

«When I look at you all I think is “I can’t do that”, you know? Because you’re Sammy’s. But, god, I wish you were mine.» he turns around and gets off the bar while I stay there, paralysed.

He just said that he wants me? I take my jacket and go after him.

Dean stands against his car, with the hands in his pockets and the head low.

«What was that?» I ask almost yelling.

«Calm yourself, sweetheart. I’m drunk. I don’t know what I’m saying.» he says without watching me.

«You know I’m with Sam, right?» He rolls his eyes and does a grin.

«Yes, I know. And you don’t make me forget about it even for a damn minute. How many times you moan his name when he fucks you? When he takes you in the shower? When he kisses your neck? Have you ever think about I could hear you? Or maybe that turn you on more and more?» he come closer to me and makes me push against the Impala. He is in front of me with his arms at the sides of my body.

«How many times I had to stay out of the room because you two were making out and all I could think was “Damn it, I wanna be the one who fucks her.” But no, you choose Sam… the big bad nerd. And what about me?»

He kisses my neck, really he is sucking my skin.

«Dean… stop.» I say but I understand, from my tone, I don’t mean it.

«Tell me you love Sam… I dare you.» his hands explore my body and one of them stops at my thigh. He grabs it and push it to make his room to my vagina. He touches me there and, even if my jeans are on, I fell wet.

«Dean…» I whisper.

«Yes, moan my name darling.» His hand slips under my shirt and unhook my bra.

«Would you like to continue in the car or I have to take you right there?» he whisper at my ear. I’m not able to talk, I feel the passion grows in me.

«I’m with Sam…» I say in a whisper.

«You want me.» while he’s saying this words he grabs my chin lifting my face.

«I want you…» he kisses my lips. His tongue opens my mouth strongly but I don’t step back, instead I kiss him back. My hand is lost in his hair pushing him closer. His hands unbutton my jeans and he opens the car door.

We enter in the Impala, he is over me.

«Now, Y/n, you’re mine.» he says firmly and I nod.

«I’m yours.» He smirks and winks.

«Yes, you are.» He lowers over me pulling me off my shirt and my bra. He grabs one of my boobs with his hand squeezing it tight, meanwhile he takes in his lips the nipple of the other.

My hands reach his jeans to unbutton it but he stops me.

«I’ll tell you when it’s time. Just enjoy it.»

He returns on his job on my boobs but I wanna more so I lift my hips against him.

«Please, Dean…» he bites my nipple making me moan and lowers on my pants.

He touches me.

«You have wet your panty… good girl.»

Without taking off my underwear he rubs my clit and I help the movement by moving me against his finger.

He finally takes it off and puts his finger in the middle of it. He licks it.

«Delicious... I think Sam likes it. Have you ever tasted you?» I shake my head.

«What a shame. You should do that, you’re so good.»

Then he opens my legs a little more and pulls his tongue against my pussy licking it.

«Dean…» I moan when he bites my clit. He makes his tongue goes round and round while he stinks his finger in my sex.

«I have to say it, you squeeze so tight. I like it.»

«more…» I moan for more.

He sticks out his finger, takes off his jeans and his pants and enters inside me.

The both of us moan at the same time and he starts to move his hips. He pushes himself inside me more and more, I follow his movement.

«Dean I’m…» I say in a wisher, I feel so high and full… his pushes become more strong.

I come all over his sex but he doesn’t stop.

«Oh, you’re amazing.» I say while he continues to push. I want him to be pleased like I am so I make him come closer to so he’s almost lying over me. I wrap his waist with my legs and he grabs my back. I take off his shirt and I kiss him at the lips, neck, shoulder, chest, everywhere.

«I’m close…» he says and I squeeze his sex tighter. When he tries to get off of me to come and keep him strongly against me.

«Y/n, I can’t…»

«I want you inside of me.» He comes and all of him fill me completely.

We stay for a little like this then he lift up getting out of me.

We look at each other without saying a word then we dress up.

When we have done and the high was gone, I feel terrible.

«Dean…» I try to say something but nothing come out of my mouth.

«I don’t judge you. I’m not thinking about you betraying my brother with me, all I’m thinking is that this was the best night of my life.»

the witch and the boy || dean winchester

you and dean have know each other for half a year now. you always knew there was something there. he did too. but you guys just hid that love for each other as best friends.

you're a hunter just like sam and dean. but you're also a witch. dean's hatred towards all witches was prominent, but he made an exception for you. he didn't freak out or try to kill you, but yeah, he was a little weary after that. but it was sam. sam adored you for how much you cared about bobby, cas, dean, and him. he just couldn't believe how dean just let the fact you were a witch go over his head. and that's what started everything that night.

"dean! she's a witch. she could kill us all or get us involved in some witch-on-witch stuff!" "samuel fucking winchester i swear to god if you start this again." neither of them knew you could hear the conversation. this happened once or twice before but you could sense this fight was gonna be worse. last time you got involved you told dean you could fight you're own battles.

"trust me, i know. you proved that when we first met. but you don't have to. and sam... he's never like this, he's usually the one to sympathize with the-" he trailed off, "monsters dean. monsters." he freaked out then of all times. "no, no, no. y/n you're not a monster. why would you-" you started laughing. "baby boy trust me i know i'm not a monster. save that speech for sammy."

dean finally spoke after taking one of the plates from the table to the sink, but really quiet to the point you could barely hear him. "sammy, why do you care so much. i'm the one with the grudge not you. she's a good person. you know that. y/n saved us before she knew us."

when you guys first met, it wasn't at a diner or some macho god vs winchesters fight, one night, the boys and cas were fighting a large group of demons. nothing new. but they were outnumbered and even cas was having a difficult time taking them on. dean was about to be stabbed when he heard the demons drop one by one. he didn't see who, so he immediately thought it was cas. he saw a few knives fly towards the one to the right of him, the one pinning cas had his legs swept beneath him, then the one holding dean turned to you after you took a knife to his back. this demon was a pain in the ass. punches were thrown, a few kicks to the side of his head, and yours. finally it gave up and you exercised it. you moved the hair from your eyes and all the boys stood looking at you like you were the best hunter they'd seen (which you are) but at the same time, they had horror in their eyes. you took down a full room of demons with ease. and you weren't even using your powers. they didn't need to know that yet.

sam did that grunty-thingy he always does and whiped his face, mumbling something you couldn't hear. "she's a monster. she'll kill us all. you know how powerful she is." dean rolled his eyes from hearing this over and over and over again. "i don't care sam. y/n has done nothing but keep all of us in line and alive. you should be happy she's with us not arguing the same god damn argument!" he yelled. you slumped your back against the wall along the stairs, holding back tears.

"you really wanna risk us for her?" sam asked. "you know what sam? maybe i do. she's been there for me more that any of you have my whole life. she understands me without the judgement. i wouldn't wanna have anyone else by my side if something went wrong or hell, if something went right. if you have a problem with her you can leave. cuz i'm not leaving her. i made her that promise." he rolled his head around and started mumbling swears under his breath, then went to the coat rack and grabbed his lea ther jacket and keys, slamming the door behind him.

that's when you went to your room. sam smashed a few plates and then went to bed. see, that gut feeling was right. dean definitely cared but who knew that much? you cried for a while, and obviously knew you weren't gonna get sleep.

dean didn't get back until 3:46 a.m. he went to a bar and got drunk you assumed and when he got back you walked downstairs. "you good?" you saw him slouching and caught him as he missed the first step on the way up the stairs. "great." he responded with a smile and clear smell of whiskey on his breath. "here c'mon." you half-guided, half-carried him up the wooden staircase to his room which you migrated to around 1 earlier. "were you planning on stayin' in here sweetheart?" he asked, noting your spare blanket and charger you kept in his room. you gave him a slight chuckle. "i was." after you took off his shoes and placed his trash can next to his bed you started to leave. "hey. hey. you." you stopped in your tracks and looked back. "yeah dean?" he kinda stumbled on his words at first. "c-can you stay with me 'till i fall asleep?" after reaching the other side of the bed, you released a slight puff of air after hitting the matress. at first you wondered why he stumbled asking that question because he doesn't usually talk like that when he's drunk. so yay he's sobering up. but it's not like it's the first time you've spent the night in the other's room. it was normal for you two. that's when it hit you. a different way.

he turned around to look at you, which you were half on the wall and half on the bed. you raised your eyebrows at him and he knew that meant 'what?' "i'm sorry. for sam. i get it if you don't want to stay, i'm gonna leave if he keeps doing that." "dean, don't. i don't want the hardy boys spliting cuz of nancy drew. and i should be thanking you. you keep sticking up for me." "oh so you were listening?" he sassed. dean smiled. "that's my girl." you two looked at each other for a few seconds and that's what happened. he kissed you. or did you kiss him? you both kissed each other? doesn't matter.

you stopped him. "dean you're drunk. if you're gonna kiss me at least be sober enough to remember it." he rested his head against yours. "alright. g'night y/n." you looked into his apple green eyes before you kissed his forehead. "night dean." you shifted so your head met one of the two pillows dean kept, his met the other.

dean woke up before you. he showered (thank god) and picked up coffee and donuts. when you went downstairs you saw dean and walked towards the donuts, almost ignoring him. not because of the night before, you just didn't like mornings. he laughed and looked at you, taking a large gulp of his coffee. "so, we gonna talk about earlier?" you almost choked on your donut and said "what?" as your voice cracked. "just becuase i forget my abc's from time to time doesn't mean i didn't forget what we talked about and that we kissed y/n." you set down your food on a plate and walked over to him. "if you remember what's there to talk about dean?" you slightly squinted at him. he grabbed you by you're hips and swayed you two side to side. "well... i could ask you on a date. i mean we already have the chemistry and live together so,” “please you can't even spell chemistry." you smiled at him. he took his hands away and said, "wow. wow. ok. y'know y/n, i'm hurt. really." you walked back over to your food. "8 o'clock, movie and dinner. nothing fancy though. deal?" he looked at you with hope and love in his eyes. "deal. i'm just happy you didn't ask me with that cheesy knock knock joke." you fake gasped. "it's a great joke dean, get over it."

that’s when you knew he had your heart, and you had his.

Imagine Jack questioning yours and Dean’s ‘friendship’ when he sees you cuddling and why he is the little spoon.

“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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Imagine John assuming you and Dean are engaged and being excited for his son because he can see he loves you. So when he finds out you’re only friends, he takes matters into his own hands, only to embarrass Dean.

The silence felt deafening. Every small sound managed to make you flinch, although you tried to make it seem as less obvious as possible. You kept your eyes focused on the plate in front of you as much as you could, keeping yourself busy with eating because in reality you didn’t know what to say to make up for any of this. You didn’t even know what you could say that would be remotely appropriate too.

Your eyes kept finding their way – as per usual – towards Dean. You noticed the glass of whiskey by his hand and as per usual you wanted to tell him how it wasn’t good for his health, how he should lower it down a bit and most of the time he did listen to you, but you knew that this wasn’t a time for that. You bit back your tongue and held the words in your lips, though, because you knew how much he needed it this time. He needed it to keep him going, especially during this painful silence.

You knew this wasn’t how he had imagined it and it broke your heart to see the man you loved like this, even if he’d never know it.

You dared look somewhere else other than Dean or your food and your eyes found the older man in the room who was already looking around the table with a soft yet very emotional one on his lips. He also happened to be looking at you, clearly taking notice of the worry on your face that you didn’t even try to mask when you looked at Dean. His smile only got a bit bigger and you averted your eyes, looking down almost shyly. It was still a surprise how the older man seemed to figure out your feelings for the green-eyed Winchester faster than him. But the again the entire world probably already knew and Dean would still probably wonder – best case scenario.

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Imagine John noticing the feelings you and Dean have for each other but don’t dare admit and making comments about them to help set you two up.

“Dean I- I really think I shouldn’t-”

“Don’t.” his voice was deep and gruff, more laced with emotion than a couple hours ago but you could understand just why. There was a hint of grief and sadness there, pain even, because he deep down was only waiting for the clock to count down to the moment he had to watch his father leave again. “Just don’t. Don’t you finish that sentence.”

He knew what was in your mind ever since the issue of the dinner came up. You didn’t have to speak up, not to Dean at least, just by taking a good look at you he could read you like an open book. He knew that you felt uncomfortable, for most part around John because you had never met the man.

“I’m just saying-” your voice was small as you started again, watching him as he grabbed more plates for he table. You hated to insist, especially during such a moment when you knew he didn’t even the emotional strength to talk back, but you just wanted him to know at the same time “This is a family moment, probably the only one you’ll get the four of you. I don’t wanna be intruding o-or taking away any of it from you.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” his voice was still deep, when his eyes met yours, you noticed how his frown had deepened significantly.

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