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Never Again

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The Reader meets a man at a bar, who then proceeds to rescue her from a vampire. How can she ever repay him?

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: fluff, vampire (beheading), SMUT, oral (female receiving) angst

Word Count: 1560

Note: Simple indulgence smut. Written for pre-series Dean when he was still hunting with John. Wrote pretty much all of this just for the ending. Sorry, not sorry. Tags and requests open, as always. Enojy!

At a first glance, the man at the other end of the bar was good looking. With a second, he had upgraded to hot. And with a third, combined with his flirting and rumbling voice… he was downright sinful.

“And does the mysterious man have a name?” you asked, finishing your drink.

“Dean. May I ask for yours?”

“Y/N.”

Dean noticed your lack of drink and ran his fingers over yours curled around the glass. “Can I refill that for you?” He was shoulder to shoulder with you now, radiating heat and smelling like oil and something woodsy. He smirked as you snapped out of staring.

“Actually-“

He dropped into a poorly-masked frown.

“I had been hoping to go home. Can you make sure I get there safe?” You looked up at him, cursing under your breath at how his green eyes glowed. And realized how jealous you were of his eyelashes.

“Sure thing.” Like a gentleman, he offered his arm and opened the door for you. Home was within walking distance, but you couldn’t say no to his sleek black ride that purred so beautifully. He pulled up to your place and was about to go leave to get your door, but you stopped by placing your hand on his bicep. Damn, even that felt perfect.

You licked your lips. “I don’t want to say goodnight just yet.”

Dean turned in the seat to face more towards you. “Okay, sweetheart.” He scooted closer and started to lightly trace his fingers up and down your arm. You shivered but angled to him more of your neck so he could continue feather-like over your sweet spot and throat. His touch drifted to your chin, and then his thumb was brushing over your bottom lip. He swallowed hard when your tongue darted out to lick it. You were about to suck it into your mouth when he stiffened up and started to grab something in the back seat.

“What-“

“Stay here.” He cursed as his door creaked loudly. Then he was gone, leaving you in the silence.

It was hard to breathe. Your skin, once prickled with desire, was now prickled with apprehension. Had he grabbed a knife? It couldn’t have been; it was too big. You peeked out the window, hoping to see Dean. From the darkness on the driver’s side to the buildings across the street you didn’t see him.

Instead, you saw a figure standing boldly under a street lamp. And he was looking right at you.

As you screamed, he crossed the street faster than you could process. He came to a stop outside the car, grinning at you. The scream died in your throat as more teeth descended from his gums.

“Didn’t your mother teach you not to play with your food?”

The man… monster turned to look towards the voice. There was a flash of metal and the sound akin to a sharp knife through fruit. Then it didn’t have a head anymore.

Your vision blurred but didn’t go out. Like a movie running on half-speed, you watched Dean drag the body into the darkness of the woods. A few minutes later, an older man showed up and waved Dean away. He came and helped you out of the car and into your home, bolting the door in every way available.

“I knew I missed one, dammit,” he mumbled. “Hope there wasn’t time to turn anyone. No, he was coming for her… because I…” Dean turned and ran his hand through his hair. “I’m sorry, Y/N, I put-“

You wrapped your arms around his waist and leaned up to kiss him. He was too shocked at first to reciprocate, but when he did… he did. His arms tightened around you as your knees wobbled. Soon, your back was against the wall and he was moaning into your mouth. Panting, you both broke away for oxygen.

“Thank you,” you whispered. Shivering, you pressed yourself into his chest. Dean rubbed your back, easing everything inside of you that felt like it was flying apart. Once you had moderate control again, you sighed. “So… vampires are real. And they have a heck of a lot more teeth than Dracula.”

Dean chuckled. “Yeah. I’m pretty sure that was the last one-“

“Pretty sure?”

“-but I can leave you my number so you can call if you see anything.” He broke off with a grunt as you pulled out his phone yourself, brushing against his bulge, and typed in your number.

“There. Now when you call me, I can call you.”

“Perfect.” His gaze dipped to your lips, but he hesitated.

You ran your hands under his shirt, mentally thanking whoever made him for their hard work. “Please, Dean. I wanted you before. Now I really want you. I should be terrified right now, but instead, I feel absolutely safe. Here. With you.” Your eyes closed as his thumb ran over your bottom lip again. “Please.”

The kiss he replied with was gentle at first. Then as you gave access to his tongue, it turned hungry. You couldn’t feel enough of him and frantically helped him shed his shirt. He couldn’t taste enough of you, so he helped you out of your clothes too and nipped, and sucked, and licked his way across your body. Your collarbone. Your neck, sucking a dark mark there. Biting the tops of your breasts before laving over your nipples. Then down, down, down your stomach to the top of your jeans. He removed those too. And your lacy black panties after he’d appreciated them.

He groaned against your thighs as you gripped at his hair. Dean continued humming and making sounds that vibrated against your sex. When he curled two fingers into you, he found you slick to the point of dripping. His green eyes caught yours one more time, then he focused on making you scream. Soon, you had a leg tossed over his shoulder and a sore throat. Your supporting knee shook, ready to give out. So, Dean tossed that leg over his shoulder too, pinning you to the wall and bruising you with his grip. He sucked and lapped noisily at your sex, chuckling with pride as a light bite at your clit sent your eyes rolling in your head and your body to quaking.

The world shifted. Dean carried you to your room, needing only a few directions, and then laid you on your bed. Weakly, you reached for his belt buckle. He unhooked it for you, and let it drop with his boxers. Was there anything about this man that didn’t make you want to drool? Nope. Not one inch of him.

“Protection?”

“I’m on the pill.”

Dean crawled over you, capturing your lips once more. Desperately, you angled your body up trying to feel him. His hands pinned your hips to the bed before he began to fill you. One earth-shattering inch at a time. You clawed at his back as he bottomed out. He hissed with your nails in his skin and your walls gripping his cock. When they were fluttering less, he slowly eased back and forth, creating an easy rhythm that was still plenty to take your breath away. Still. You needed more.

“Dean, please-“ you did your best to thrust faster than him, urging him and whining. Your body shuddered and stiffened as he picked up the pace. His thrusts were at a risk of pushing you up the bed, so he pulled you to the edge and stood. With his hands strongly gripping your hips, all you could do was cry out with each pull of your body onto his.

He faltered, heaving to catch his breath. “You feel so good, baby. Come for me, please?” He pulled you down harder, twisting and angling his hips. Though his eyes were closed and his brow was creased, he beamed as you screamed when he found the place he was looking for. He continued to spear that spot until your body had nearly turned to jello. “Just a bit longer, sweetheart. Where do you want it?”

“In me. Come inside me, Dean.”

With a high pitched growl, he did a few thrusts later.

You were still trying to unblur your vision while he massaged your hips. He found the bathroom and a towel he could run under warm water so he could clean you up. Before he could do more, you pulled him into the bed with you, giggling as it took some effort to get under the covers. He fell asleep before you did. Not that you cared. His body was warm where you laid on top of it. But you did have to pinch his nose a bit to get through the light snoring.

Sleep came while you were thinking what it was going to be like waking up next to him.

***

In the morning, the bed was empty beside you. On the kitchen counter, you found a hastily written note.

Y/N, I didn’t want to leave without saying goodbye, but something came up with family and I had to run. When I find my dad, I’ll come back. – D

For weeks you waited for a call. Months later, your lease was coming to an end, and you thought about staying for another year. But life was calling.

You never saw him again.

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Three Birds with One Stone

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The Reader summons a demon for an act of revenge. When he shows up, there is an alternate price than she was expecting, but one she is glad to pay.

Pairing: Demon!Dean Winchester x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: mentions of emotional abuse, being filmed, SMUT, oral (female receiving), some dirty talk, all the filth

Word Count: 1770

Note: Whew, this got dirty real quick. It wasn’t the fic I started with, but I’m happy with what came out. That’s what happens when I leave my brain unattended. Have an idea to keep my imagination on track? Please send a request! And my tag lists are open too. Hope you enjoy!

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“Voco te. Daemonium vindictæ. Uti odium meum. Da in manu mea desiderio meo. Voco te. Venis!” You threw the match into the bowl of ingredients and fell back as it consumed them in a large ball of flame. The drapes on your windows fluttered in an impossible breeze and the air crackled with energy. Then everything stopped. Coming back to your knees, you looked around the room and behind you, but nothing was there. The spell had failed.

“Everything alright there, sweetheart?”

You whipped around to see a man standing in front of your ‘altar.’ Stuttering, you did your best to say you were okay.

“Don’t be so scared. I won’t bite… unless you ask me to.” He winked with a smirk.

“I didn’t call you here for a flirt. I… I need help.”

The man, no, demon looked off in thought. He took a deep breath, then focused his attention back on you. “No.”

“What? But I-“

“I’m not the type of demon that makes deals. If you’re super desperate, I’ll send someone else. But I’m not-“ he stopped when he saw your spell. He picked up the paper you had scribbled it on from your college’s rare books library. “This seems kind of a harsh spell for just help.” He dropped it back to the floor. “Care to explain?”

Here goes nothing.

“My boyfriend… well, my ex… has been harassing me to give him a second chance. I don’t want to go back to him. But he keeps pointing out… very truthfully… that I don’t have anyone else to go to. No chances. Definitely no dates. I don’t need anything permanent, just something or someone to make the creep go away.” Your shoulders dropped and you looked at the floor. “I… I can’t let him take over again. It was hard enough getting away the last time.”

The demon sighed. “And you were going to sell your soul to get rid of this guy?”

You nodded. “I don’t really care where it goes. He’s already taken me to hell and back.” You remained motionless as he thought it over.

He groaned. “Okay, fine. But something like that is going to need a different kind of payment. Although…” his tongue darted out over his lip. “Considering the circumstances, it might just kill two birds with one stone. One for you, and one for the deal.”

The way his black eyes were beginning to rake over your body was making you shiver. You hurried to stand. “And what payment would that be?” You gasped as he was suddenly in front of you with his hand under your chin.

“A kiss.”

It wasn’t the worst thing he could have said, so you hesitantly closed your eyes and pursed your lips.

He chuckled. “Oh, no. If we’re going to show that jerk that you don’t need him, I want to kiss you… elsewhere.” There was the whisper of a cold breeze then you realized you were in your room. The demon poked your shoulder, sending you off balance. You fell onto the bed. “Okay, so three birds. It’s been a while since I’ve had a good fuck.”

You squeaked and tried to make yourself a small as possible. The demon took a step back and raised his hands.

“Here’s the plan: I go down on you while a camera is filming, you get blissed out, and then you send the tape to your ex to show him you can get some.”

“You think that would work?” you asked, leaning up on your forearms.

He smiled, and for a second you thought his black eyes flickered green. “If it doesn’t, then I haven’t held up my end of the deal.” He leaned back over you. “I can always deliver it to him in person and leave a personal message. He’ll be sure to understand that.”

“Just kissing… and you giving me oral? Then we can stop?”

He nodded. “Of course. Unless you want more. Though I have to warn you, it will ruin you for anyone else. And your voice is gonna be shot from begging.”

Your whole body shivered and flushed. You nodded adamantly.

“Okay. I’m Dean, by the way, since you’re going to need a name to scream.” He walked to one side of your bed to clear away a spot. With a snap of his fingers, there was a camera sitting on a tripod pointed at your bed.

“Dean? That doesn’t sound very… demon-ish.” You gulped when he stared you down. “I was expecting something… a little more ancient sounding?”

Dean shed his shirt layers. He sat next to you and guided you to straddle his hips. “I’m not that old. You ready?”

“Mhmm.”

“Good.” He snapped his fingers again and your clothes disappeared. The sudden red flashing on the camera was ignored as his lips gently pressed against yours. His hands kneaded your sides before making their way up to your breasts. You broke the kiss with a gasp as he rolled your nipples between his fingers. He sucked on your neck since your head was thrown back, humming as he went. The vibrations did wonders to your sweet spot. Dean moved on, mouthing across your collarbone and down between your breasts. You moaned as he nipped the tops of the swells. His chuckle rumbled through you and he guided you to roll your hips. Your chest heaved while the sparks began to work through your nerves.

“Dean,” you sighed.

“That’s it Y/N, tell me what you need.”

You moved your hips faster, grinding against the growing hardness trapped in his jeans. Dean rolled to meet you. Your toes curled, and you slumped into his chest with the sweetest orgasm you think you’d ever had. He turned to lay you on the bed and sank to his knees. You squeaked as he dragged you to the end so the juncture of your thighs was right in front of his face. He guided your hand to his head so your fingers could weave into his hair.

“Guide me.”

A chill set into your skin. Underneath, your body was steaming as Dean rubbed his scruff along the inside of your thighs. You were going to have beard burn; that was going to be new. There wasn’t room for any more expectations. Dean trapped your thighs around his head and spread your pussy lips. He inhaled deeply, then flattened his tongue against you. You arched, eyes already rolling back in your head as he continued. He was slurping loudly, unapologetically. Like he was destined to be there.

The buzzing was there. Simmering under the surface. If he did one or two things, this was going to be a short video.

Dean sucked down on your clit. He growled as your thighs clamped around his head, uncaring of oxygen or the lack thereof. His actions stuttered as you pulled on his hair. That spurred him on, though, and he doubled his efforts. You felt your world tilt as he stood and pinned your knees to his shoulders. With the blood rushing to your head, you felt apart with a hazy shout of his name. Your back was replaced on your sheets and you scrambled to pull him close.

“More,” you breathed. “Please, Dean. More?”

“Are you sure, sweetheart? I have warned you.” His smug smile did nothing but make you whine louder. “Alright, prepare yourself, honey.”

As if you could have.

You cried out as he sheathed into you in one thrust. He gave only a moment’s hesitation for you adjust, then set a brutal pace. The longer and faster he went the louder you screamed. Dean hooked his hands behind your knees and pinned them nearly to your chest. The deepened angle blinded you. And since you couldn’t see, you could feel everything. Your bodies snapping and slapping together. Your high-pitched whines and blubbering. His grunts and growls.

There was something ironic with how a demon was fucking you in a missionary position. Or so you thought. Then you weren’t thinking anything when Dean sucked on your nipples and toyed with your clit.

You were driven higher than you thought possible. Your legs began to shake uncontrollably.

“Dean. Dean. Dean,” you chanted.

“Yes, Y/N?”

The jerk was barely winded and here you were getting fucked within an inch of your life. So you contracted your walls and scratched your nails down his chest. Dean gave a roar and flipped you on top.

“You want to be in control then? Fine. See if you can cum from up there.” He had a death grip on your hips. Each upward thrust brought you closer and closer. You couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t think. And you couldn’t come. Something was keeping you half a step away. You keened loudly. “Something the matter, Y/N?”

“Please let me cum. Please.”

Dean hummed and slammed you down on his cock, holding you there. “I don’t know. We’ve technically already sealed the deal. And you’ve cum once, already. Maybe I should go home?”

“No. No, please. Dean, please.” You squeezed your eyes shut and did your best to wiggle your hips in his grasp. “Feel so good. You haven’t cum. Please don’t leave me like this. Dean-“

He cut you off at a shout. Again, the pace was fast, relentless and hard. You could feel the bruises forming on your hips before he reached one hand up for your breast and the other down to your clit. He had to catch you as you arched and almost fell off the bed. He followed you a few thrusts later, gasping roughly and digging his nails into your skin.

Your sheets were pulled over your body and a pillow placed under your head. Dean was dressed in a snap. Or what could have been a snap. Your vision was blurry.

“That good, huh?” He placed a bottle of water on your nightstand. “Don’t fall asleep without finishing that.” Soon he had the camera and appeared ready to go.

You glared at the camera. “I don’t know if I want to share that now.”

Dean smirked. “Don’t worry. He’s only going to get one view to get off on, then it’ll erase itself. Mission impossible style.” He raised his hand to snap again but held off. “One more thing.” Your phone was in his hand a second later as he typed in his number.

“Demons have cell phones now?”

“Welcome to the technical age, sweetheart.” He tossed the phone to you. “If you have any more deals, or just want to have some fun, call me up.”

Before you could reply, he was gone.

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Quiet

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Sam makes the observation that the reader is louder watching wrestling than in bed. She challenges him by saying he is too loud to hear her. The reader comes up with a way for him to finally hear her, and benefits from it.

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: SMUT, alternate to ball gag, Dean interrupting cuddling

Word Count: 1330

Note: Again, I am guilty of writing in class instead of taking notes. Oh well, here’s a Sam smut that I hope you guys will enjoy. My friends always check on my voice after a night of watching wrestling, since I’m not so loud during the day. Let me know if you’re the same or the opposite, or any mix in between. Also let me know if you’d like to be added to a tag list. And my requests are open! Don’t be shy, and hope you like this.

“Come on, Ambrose, you’ve got this!”

It didn’t matter that it was an old match with an ending you already knew; the point of watching wrestling was to destress. To get yourself relaxed after a hunt so you could sleep. Usually, the mere size of the bunker buffered your shouts from bothering the Winchesters, but your room wasn’t completely soundproof.

“I don’t understand how you can be quiet as a mouse every other second of the day, then create noise as loud as that.” Sam stood in your open doorframe. You didn’t hear him come in.

You paused the match and looked up at him sheepishly. “Sorry, Sam. I didn’t wake you, did I?”

Sam smirked. “No. If I can sleep through a lifetime of Dean’s snores, I can sleep through anything when it’s safe to. Which match is it?” You made space on your bed for him and gave him a quick summery of the feud leading up to the match. He watched your computer screen and occasionally glanced at you when you let out a particularly intense reaction. He got into it eventually but kept his reactions to flexing when someone took a hard bump.

“You’re doing it again,” you said after one such flex.

“Huh?”

You poked at his arm as he flexed again. “That. Right against me.”

Sam poked you back. “Am I distracting you from your match?” He laughed high and free as you stuck your tongue out at him. “Careful, Y/N, or I’ll find some better use for that tongue. Make you really scream.”

Ambrose and Rollins froze and the match went to black as you closed your laptop. “Is that so? Even if you could make me scream,” you gasped as Sam flipped you beneath him. His eyes glowed with promise, daring you to continue. “…you wouldn’t be able to hear it over how loud you are.”

“I can’t help it,” he said. He leaned down and breathed over the hollow of your throat before whispering in your ear, “you always feel so good. Take me so well. Make me lose my mind.” He shifted to plant his knee between your thighs, keeping you from rubbing them together. He smirked as you angled your hips to rub up and down on this thigh instead. “Is that an invitation to try again? To make you feel so wonderful?”

You were already soaked, and he technically hadn’t touched you yet. “Yes.” You tilted your head to give Sam more room to suck on your neck. Clothes were removed, chill bumps were raised, and your bodies were covered in open-mouthed kisses. You ran your fingers up into your hair as Sam reached down between your legs. Heat was already present in your cheeks and hot ice was in your veins. He stroked you, curling and thrusting in every way that made your heart thump wildly in your chest. Your eyes closed as the first wave of bliss ran through you. Sam hummed at your breathy sigh.

“That,” he said, sucking your juices off his fingers, “was not loud.”

In your post-orgamsic haze, you came up with an idea. Sam leaned with your touch as you pushed him to his back. Leaning across his body, you grabbed your discarded panties off the floor. You balled up the fabric and arched your eyebrow at Sam. He grinned. Then he opened his mouth and accepted the make-shift gag. It must have tasted strongly of you, having been soaked earlier, because he hummed around it and gripped at your hips like he does when he is particularly pleased.

His eyes widened as you sank onto his length, mouth hanging open and breathless. He stayed still as you worked your way down. With each drop, you let your inhibitions drop away and let your voice do what it wanted to. Maybe it was watching WWE right before, maybe it was because you knew how intently Sam was listening, but this time you were louder. You stopped once he was fully sheathed and propped yourself on his chest. He curled his hands over yours and gave them a tight squeeze before moving them to your hips. You were so full you didn’t realize what he was planning.

You screamed as he lifted you and slammed up into you. It was more shock than delight… the first time. Sam kept going, pulling from you a series of different screams you didn’t know you had in you. He growled through the ‘gag’ as your fingers curled, digging your nails into his skin. Your eyes darted from the red welts to his eyes. And stayed there. You saw the lustful darkness there. Then the roll of them as he tried to hold off. You bounced faster, shivering as your release danced closer. Sam twisted and got you there. Your vision dropped out and missed seeing him watch enraptured by you.

While you were catching your breath, he flipped you beneath him. His arms curled under you, and he reached up to the back of your head. Gingerly, he angled you to look up at him. He removed the gag and kissed you. You sighed as he began to roll his hips again. Slower. Intently. He licked at the sweat collected in the hollow of your throat.

The hoarseness in the back of your throat didn’t bother you. All the same, you slipped back into your soft sighs and mewls. Sam kissed his was across your jaw and rested his head on your shoulder. You licked his ear right next to your mouth. His hands gripped you tight. All the while, he thrust languidly accented with a few losses of composure. You felt him smile against your skin as those moments made you gasp out.

Sam lost himself in those gasps. He started to do everything he could to make you make that sound over and over again. You keened as he bit lightly onto your shoulder, muffling his own noises. You ran your fingers through his hair and pulled him back to look at you.

“I want to hear you, Sam. Please. Don’t hold back anymore.” You smiled at him. He nodded and ran his thumb over your bottom lip.

You arched as he moved faster. His grunts and growls filled the air, mixing with the sound of his hips crashing into yours. Using you arch, he nipped at the underside of your neck. You met him thrust for thrust, making Sam toss his head back. Using the chance, you returned the kiss, mouthing over his Adam’s apple where it bobbed in his throat. He whined and rubbed at your clit, sending you over the edge with an echoing high-pitched cry. Sam followed soon after, then fell to one side of you.

Over his heaving chest, you laid one hand and curled into his side.

“Damn,” he breathed.

You hummed in agreement.

There was a buzzing. Sam groaned and leaned half off the bed to search through his clothes. He chuckled and answered Dean’s call.

“When the two of you are done fucking like rabbits, we’ve got a case,” Dean growled.

“You couldn’t just come to the door?” Sam kissed the side of your head as Dean disagreed.

“And risk having to hear round whatever up close? No thanks.” Dean paused. “Is Y/N at least alive?”

You grinned and took the phone from Sam. “Barely. We’ll be out in a few.” You hung up before he could say anything else. The phone plopped into Sam’s clothes while you snuggled him for a few more seconds. “We should get ready.”

“We should.” Sam stroked your hair then rolled out from under your touch. He started to put on his clothes. You caught him smiling and arched an eyebrow at him. “Now that we know that I can be somewhat quiet, and I know you can be quiet, do you want to not wait till we get back here from the hunt to… try that again?”

It was awfully tempting.

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All Wet

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A rainy hunt ends with a hot shower at home and relaxed sex.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: language, canon violence, fluff, SMUT

Word Count: 1390

Note: Something to warm us up while it’s cold outside. Please let me know if you liked it with comments and reblogs. I really appreciate feedback and it encourages me to write more. If you like my style, both my requests and tag lists are open. Now, please enjoy!

“Seriously,” Dean shouted at the sky. It was roiling with dark clouds and rumbling. A few seconds later you were both drenched in the downpour. “Son of a bitch! If I didn’t hate this case already-“

You left Dean to his grumbling and continued searching the woods for the shifter. It had been attacking campers. Your ears were filled with the static of water hitting wet leaves and soggy undergrowth. The rain was coming down so hard, the leaf cover did nothing to help. You could barely see five feet in front of you. Bursts of winds chilled you to your bones. Your shivering almost made your vision blurry with the vibrations.

“Dean?” you called out. “Can you see anything?”

“He can’t see much of anything at the moment.”

The shifter gripped your shoulder and sent you flying into the closest tree. Faster than you could recover, she had your arms bound in a rope that kept them spread out around the trunk. Through the rain, you could see she wore a jacket similar enough to yours that Dean or Sam wouldn’t notice. You were thankful for the curtain of precipitation as she shed the last of her former skin and took your form. It sickened your stomach to see your smile stretched back into a smirk.

“I’m sure by now my husband has borrowed your partner’s form to find the third one. Sam, right? Dean is going to watch his brother die, and then I’m going to kill him as you. Oh!” She gripped her chest as you strained against the ropes. “I felt that. Ah, he’s your… good to know we will be preventing any baby hunters from coming after our future generations.” She twisted away from you towards a shout from back the way you came. The rain static was so loud you couldn’t identify whose it was. The shifter laughed in triumph and ran off towards the noise.

You wanted to call out to either Winchester, but you also strained to hear anything else. A shout from you might help the shifter’s charade. If you could hear when she arrived, maybe you could alert the guys it wasn’t you.

Boots on wet dirt came towards you and a Dean-like figure came into view. His face was splattered with blood. You struggled against the ropes.

“Y/N! It’s me.” He came close enough to you could see his eyes. They were wild with the hunt but also filled with a gleam that could only be him.

“How’d you get loose?” you asked as he cut you free.

“Sam showed up too early for the husband to take me out. I got the wife when she tried to attack Sam.”

“And none left for me. Some ‘love of my life’ you turned out to be.” You failed to keep a straight face through your chastisement.

Dean mirrored your smile and wrapped his arms around your waist. “I know. You just despise me. I wonder if Vegas Elvis does divorces too.”

You poked him hard in the chest. “Don’t you dare. Annoying as you are, you’re stuck with me and no amount of Dean-shenanigans is going to get rid of me.”

Dean laughed and held your hand on the way back to Sam. “Since when do you say ‘shenanigans?’”

Sam was just finishing up with the bodies when you regrouped. He took their car to town to tell the local sheriff what happened and to pick up the extra car from the bunker. You and Dean headed back straight from the woods. The case was one of the few ones that happened close to the bunker, only a few hours away. You slept for most of it, even though you offered to trade with Dean if he wanted to rest. He woke you by shaking your shoulder gently.

“We’re home, sweetheart.”

He led you to the shower and helped you out of your damp clothes. The mirrors were soon fogged with steam that flushed your skin and made you want to melt. The water cascaded off of Dean onto you as he stood directly under the shower head. Your own Winchester waterfall.

It started out innocently enough.

You were spreading soap across his chest while he was doing the same to you when your thumbs flicked over his nipples. He gasped a little, then passed the sensation along to you. It became a game. You ran your hands up his shoulders so you could play with the short hairs on the back of his neck. His hands sank down to your hips, then around so he could squeeze your ass. Each tug or squeeze caused a moan or sound of delight. Dean’s eyes, newly wild with desire, raked over your form as you leaned in to nip at his chest. You watched his lips as they descended to your neck to gentle suck at your sweet spot.

“Dean,” you sighed.

“Yep.” He turned off the water just as it was beginning to get cold. He wrapped you in a fluffy towel and played with a water droplet on your nose. “You’re all wet.”

You hummed in agreement. “Maybe you should warm me up so I don’t catch a cold.”

Next thing you knew you were over his shoulder and bouncing down the hallway to the bedroom. You gave his still naked ass a light tap as he made it to the door. He dropped you and pinned you against the outside.

Dean let out a low growl as you let the towel gather at your ankles. It stayed in the hall while he backed you into the room, kissing you and feeling your skin under his hands all the way. He kept moving you back until the back of your knees hit the edge of the bed and you fell back. Dean leaned down to kiss up your stomach. He worked up to your collarbone and then back down to one of your breasts. He blew gently on the bud, hardening it further in arousal. He latched his lips around it, even as you backed up further onto the bed. By the time you made it to the pillows, Dean had shifted his attention to the other one, while palming the first. He smiled against your skin while he listed to you pant. You whimpered as he pulled away.

Your whimpers collapsed into mewls as his fingers danced up and down our thighs before collecting some of your slick.

“Hmm, still so wet. Guess I need to continue to warm you up.”

Within a few strokes and curls and the addition of a second finger, you were bucking to meet his movements. The remnants of the shower had been replaced with sweat, on you and Dean. For while he worked you, you worked him. He shuddered when you twirled your thumb around the tip of his cock. He fucked you faster with his fingers, spreading your arousal up to your clit. His hips jumped as you gave his length a tight squeeze.

“Please, Dean. Need you.” You batted his hand away and guided him into your heat.

You arched with a cry as he snapped his hips forward to bottom out. You continued to cry out, begging for more as Dean kept a languid pace. You raked your fingernails down his back. Moaned loudly into the kiss you gave him. Contracted your walls. Anything to make him move faster. With that, he finally took your wordless plea and snapped his hips to meet your bucking ones. Dean’s grunts in your ear sent you tumbling over the edge, pulling him with you with your walls clamped hard around his length.

He pulled out and helped you settle to lay your head on his chest. You traced invisible designs into his skin as your eyes drooped.

“We almost need another shower,” Dean murmured into your hair.

“Sam will complain if we take all the hot water.”

You convinced him to get ready for bed instead. Pajamas found. Hair combed. Teeth brushed. Dean gargled until you giggled. You kept brushing against one another during the night routine up to spooning under the thick blankets. Dean’s arm wrapped possessively around your waist, and his chin rested on your shoulder. You curled your fingers in his, then fell asleep, warm and protected.

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And It’s Midnight

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The Mark keeps Dean awake again, so the reader does her best to take his mind off it.

Pairing: MOC!Dean x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: bit of angst, SMUT

Word Count: 1360

Note: Its finals where I am, so have a study Dean to help you relax at the end of your tests. As always, comments and reblogs are appreciated. Tags and requests are open, and I will have time to do some real work now that winter break is upon us. Enjoy!  

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When you reached back for Dean, he wasn’t there.

For a split second your mind raced with every worst-case scenario you had ever thought of. Leaving the life and you all in one night. Getting taken by some monster looking for power or a bargaining chip. The Mark taking over.

You took a deep breath. Opening your eyes in the darkness, the door was open and you could see the faint glimmer of light coming from the library. You wrapped a blanket around you and followed the glow to find him.

Dean was slumped over a lore book, one hand on a bottle of beer, and the other stretched out enough to where the Mark peaked out from under his robe. His eyebrows were almost touching. His green eyes, pale in his fury, darted back and forth across the page. You knew it wasn’t there. The information how to remove the Mark. He knew it wasn’t there. “But maybe we missed something” was always on his mind.

“Dean?” Your soft voice carried quickly, startling him. “Shh, it’s just me.” Your feet thumped across the wood flooring as you came to stand behind him. Dean leaned back into your touch as you worked your hands under the collar of his robe and began to massage his neck.

“You should be asleep,” he mumbled. He sounded so… broken.

“So should you.” You reached down for his hand and tugged it with you as you took a step towards the hallway. “Come back to bed.”

Dean twisted his wrist out of your grip. “Won’t do any good. Go back to sleep, Y/N.” He turned back to the book and seemed to forget you were in the room.

You stood there for a second, hovering between taking his suggestion/order and coming up with something to get his mind off the Mark. “You have an idea,” your brain provided. Now wasn’t really the time. It’s the perfect time. It’s midnight.

“Hey, Dean.” Your voice sounded stronger than you felt.

Dean’s jaw dropped as you dropped the blanket from around your shoulders. Sleeping in the same bed as Dean was like living with an electric blanket, so there was never a need for clothes.

“And if my memory serves me correctly,” you walked over to him as he scooted his chair back, “this is your favorite robe for a reason.” With a gentle tug on the sash and a flick of the wrist, you opened up Dean’s robe to find that he wasn’t wearing clothes either. Your tongue dashed out to wet your lips. “See something you like, Winchester?” Dean let out a shuddered breath as you ran your finger up his aroused length.

“Sweetheart, I was ready for you the moment you walked in the room.”

The question was out before you thought it through. “Then why didn’t you come to bed?”

Dean looked away. His arm with the Mark tensed and he gripped the armrest till his fingers were white. “I… I don’t want…”

You pushed the robe off his shoulders and down his arms. “You’re not going to hurt me, Dean.” You bent your knees till you were sitting on his lap. He still wouldn’t look at you, so you kissed along his jawline until his mouth found its way to yours.

“What did I do to deserve you?”

“Everything.”

Your heart began to beat wildly in your chest as he gripped your waist and kissed you harder. Rushed. Hungry. Needy. His length was trapped between you, radiating heat that igniting inside you a need of your own.

Dean ignored your squeak of surprise as he stood with your legs wrapped around his waist. You helped him scoot the book and beer out of the way, uncaring of any noise that might wake Sam. Dean sank to his knees despite your efforts to stop him.

“I’m supposed to be helping you,” you rasped.

Dean nuzzled his nose to the inside of your thigh. “Trust me, this will.” He kissed the top of your mound, just above your clit, then began to meticulously take you apart.

In another life, if Dean Winchester had been an incubus, he could have ruled the world. Even as you held your hand over your mouth to silence your moaning, the obscene slurping and lapping coming from Dean echoed through the library. Your knuckles were white where you gripped onto the table. A warm haze settled over you. He was taking it slow, but this only heightened every sensation. Where his fingers dug into your thighs, there would be bruises in the morning. The blue and purple marks would make him fret, but you would wear them like badges of honor. Not that you could think that far in advance at the moment. The twist and playfulness of his tongue in your pussy was draining all thoughts from your head except one.

Dean. Dean. Dean. Dean. Dean.

“Keep calling my name like that, Y/N, and I won’t make it to the main event.” Dean chuckled and made you gasp as he curled two fingers into your heat. His other hand snaked its way up your body, laving trails of icy fire in their wake. With him half stretched over you, you couldn’t thrash or buck up to meet his face. A loud keen fell from your lips as Dean began to play with your breasts. He alternated sucking lightly on your clit and running his tongue along next to his fingers.

“Please. Please. Please,” you chanted, finally finding the strength to curl your fingers into his hair.

Dean growled. He sucked hard on your clit and pistoned his fingers in and out of you. Then he was on his feet, kissing you as you screamed into his mouth. He prolonged your orgasm into another as he continued to pump and curl his fingers over your sweet spot. Dean chuckled as you melted into the table. You caught his arm and rubbed your thumb over the mark. His skin prickled under your touch.

“Don’t go.”

You ignored the dark circles under his eyes. The seemingly permanent crease in his brow. The heavy droop in his head. You fought to keep your eyes open so he could see everything you couldn’t say out loud in them.

He broke the gaze but nodded. You leaned up with him to sit on the edge of the table and to press your forehead against his. His hands remained on either side of you flat on the table as you guided his length to your entrance. With one shuddered breath, Dean thrust into you. Then there it is. The starvation for control. You give it to him.

Hips snap against you. Fingertips leap to your hips. Dean’s grunts and your moans fill the air. The table slides a little with each thrust, but Dean keeps chasing you and release. One of your hands claws at the small of his back, pulling him closer. The other grips at the Mark, covering it up so all Dean can hear and see and feel is you. The feeling of your walls fluttering around him. How tightly your eyes are closed now in bliss. Your whimpers and begging gasps of breath for more. More of him. Only him.

Your body shivers and your toes curl to the cramping point as Dean twists his hips to hit the spot that sends you over the edge. Your legs quiver around Dean’s hips when he stills and holds you on him while his release coats your walls. Dean finally slumps over you, raised up just enough not to crush you, not that you would mind. His chest heaves down to yours puffing up.

You whine as his warmth disappears, replaced by the colder robe that smells like him. Dean wraps your blanket around his hips and carries you back to bed.

“I love you, Dean,” you whisper with a yawn. Dean strokes your hair until you’re asleep, clasping tightly onto his arm wrapped around your waist.

“I love you too, Y/N.” Then he’s out like a light, barely leaving a hair’s breadth between you in the bed.

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