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She/her ❤︎ Dean Winchester's girl

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Summary: Once Sam goes to Hell, Dean shows up on your doorstep with a duffel and an awkward smile. You invite him and his burdens into your home. He lives the apple pie life for 3 months. His nights are filled with nightmares and cigarettes. When will he confess what bothers him?

Word Count: 1.1k l: I thought I'd do a cute "apple pie life" Dean fic today. Short and sweet. No Smut. Some curse words. Mentions of smoking.

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Dean Winchester showed up at your doorstep with an awkward smile and duffel bag. You, of course, invited him in. Why wouldn’t you? You could never turn away a stray, especially not Dean. Sure, you two had hooked up in the past, but you cared about him. And maybe now he cared about you, too. 

Now it had been three months since Dean moved in with you. He was getting more comfortable with the “apple pie life”. He didn’t mope around when you left for work anymore. He even picked up his own gig at the local mechanics shop. 

One night you two were curled up in bed together. It was near midnight and you were peacefully sleeping. Dean, however, couldn’t seem to fall asleep. He’d been having nightmares about Hell. He hadn’t been to Hell in years, but just knowing Sam was there tortured Dean. Every night was the same: waking up in a cold sweat, sneaking out for a drink or cigarette, then climbing back into bed like nothing happened. 

Tonight was no different. 

Dean slowly extracted himself from the comfort of your warm bed. You hummed in sleep and curled closer to his side, immediately missing his warmth. He smiled sadly. He stroked your hair and kissed your forehead, “I’ll be right back, baby.”

Dean stalked out of the bedroom and down the hall. He slid his worn boots on. He tiptoed past your bedroom on his way to the back yard. He carefully slid open the sliding door. The warm summer air hit his face like a slap. He closed the door and yanked a small white box out of his pocket. He extracted a cigarette and pushed it between his lips. He flicked his lighter to life and lit the cigarette. He inhaled deeply, help the smoke in his lungs, then exhaled. He relaxed almost immediately as the nicotine flooded his senses. 

Dean sat on your outside couch. The cushions made him sink further into the cozy chair. He took another drag of the cigarette. His eyes trailed across your backyard for the hundredth time this week. 

The playset you have for your nieces/nephews who you adore, the inground pool with floaties still in the cool water, the small garden you never have the time to weed, the fairy lights across the porch, and the abundance of outdoor seating and tables. You loved hosting BBQ’s, family get-togethers, or birthday parties. You were a sweet little hostess at heart, and Dean loved you for that.

But parties made it hard to smoke. 

And your parents definitely didn’t approve of Dean. They knew of his kind: drifters who hooked with up anything in a skirt. But ever since Dean settled down with you he’d been different. However, your parents didn’t see that.

Dean heard the sliding door open and he cussed. He quickly tried to stub out his cigarette. He never liked smoking around you. 

“Dean?” You said softly. Your nose wrinkled at the smell of cigarette smoke. You sighed and slid the door closed behind you. Dean looked guilty, like a kid who’d just got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “I thought you stopped.” You said softly, slowly sinking next to him on the couch. Your hand rested on his bicep, grounding and safe. Dean leaned into the touch.

“I… I tried, I really did.” He lied. 

You raised a brow. Dean chuckled, “okay… But I seriously did for a couple hours.” He laid his head on your shoulder. You bit back a smile and wrapped an arm around his shoulders, “couldn’t sleep?” 

Dean shook his head. “Nah… more… more nightmares. Y’know?” 

“Dean, you’ve gotta tell me about those. Wake me up, something.” You rubbed his cheek, feeling the prickly stubble on it. 

Dean scoffed and sat up, shoving your arm off him. “Wake you up? You sleep like a princess.” He was getting defensive now, shutting down, putting up walls. “Plus, you wouldn’t understand. It’s about… Fuck, nevermind. Just go back to bed.” He stood up and slammed the door open. He stormed inside and went back to bed without another word. 

You decided to stay calm. You took a few deep breaths, then followed him inside. You climbed into bed behind Dean. His back was facing you and his breathing was quick with anger. “Babe. Hey… I’m not here to judge you, okay? I just wanna make sure you’re okay. Look at me… Look at me, baby.” You cooed, stroking his hair, knowing that was his weakness. 

Dean grumbled something under his breath. You gave him time, knowing he was stubborn. You just kept stroking his soft, brown hair. 

Finally, Dean turned. His eyes were downcast, like he was ashamed of himself for turning mushy. “I… I dunno, baby… I just… I can’t fucking sleep.” A tear falls down his cheek, but he’d never admit it. “I never told you this before but…” He chewed on his bottom lip. His eyes finally met yours. “I went to Hell for four months. But… down there? Four months is 40 years. Those 40 years were horrible. For the first thirty I was torture. Every day a man, dark as sin, evil smirk, he would come in and rip my skin off. Piece by piece, until I was nothing but bone. Then the next day it was like I’d grow back. He’d do it again. Every day before he left that son of a bitch gave me a way out. He said if I took the role as the torture, if I tortured poor, innocent souls, I wouldn’t be tortured. I said no for thirty years.” More tears fell. “Until I just couldn’t take it anymore. The last 10 years of my time in Hell I picked up that knife and I carved, and carved, and carved.” You scooped him into your arms and held him tight. You felt your shirt dampen as he cried,  not sobbed, just cried into you. He clutched onto your shoulders like if he let go he’d go back. His face nuzzled into the softness of your chest. “I-I can’t stop thinking about it…” 

“Shh… shh… You’re safe here, my love.” You peppered kisses all over his cheeks. “You took the torture for 30 years. That is way more than any one else ever could, sweet boy. I know I would’ve crumbled the first  day.” You gently stroked his cheek. 

Dean felt his eyes grow heavy with sleep. He was warm from your body heat, loved from your affection. He nuzzled into you like an overgrown cat. You kept peppering him in kisses. Your voice never stopped as he drifted into sleep. 

“You’re my brave boy… I adore you… You are so strong… You’re safe, loved, and so, so brave, my boy… my sweet darling, Dean… Thank you so much for sharing that with me…”

⋆˚✿˖° Lights out ⋆˚✿˖°

Summary: You, your father, your annoying little sister, and your dad's best friend are going on a road trip. The truck is small, packed with bags, and heating up quickly. Once you arrive at the cabin, Dean pulls you aside and tells you to meet him after everyone goes to bed. What does he want?

Warnings!: NSFW, sex, fingering, dirty talk, degrading, oral (f! receiving), explicit details, pet names, Dean being Dean, no mentions of y/n, reader-insert

Word count: 3.3k | : this is for my Dean girlies! This fic idea was given to me on tiktok. Thank you so much and if you're reading this I hope you enjoy!!

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A rumble and loud blaring horn woke you from your nap. You jolted away, your muscles instantly hating you and retaliating with aches. “Ugh…” You’re sitting up in the back of a cramped truck. Bags on either side of you and squished on the floor between the front and back seats. 

Your annoying little sister bounces in her car seat, her pigtails wobbling. She points a chubby finger at you and howls with laughter. “HAHAHA! YOU GOT SCARED BY A TRUCK! HOONK! HOONK!” She imitated the semi, pumping her arm in the air. 

You scoff and playfully shove her. 

In the front, your dad cruises with one hand on the wheel and one resting on his thigh. Beside him sat his best friend, Dean Winchester. You squirmed, pressing your legs together just at the sight of him. You’d had a crush on him since you were sixteen, but you were so not his type. 

Dean glanced over his shoulder and smirked once he saw you were awake. “Morning, kiddo. Your nap got interrupted?” 

You glared and tried not to pout your lip. “Stop calling me kid! I’m twenty-one! I’m old enough to drink!”

Dean chuckled, “Oh really? ‘Cause last time I saw you ‘drink’, you choked on champagne at New Year's.”

You grumbled something mean under your breath and crossed your arms, looking out the window. 

Your little sister, Millie, kept blabbing on and on about some blue dog named Bluey. 

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An hour later, your dad pulled into a gas station. You stumbled out of the car, reaching down to fix your little skirt over your thighs. You waltzed inside the gas station, hoping to flirt with a cute boy, get a soda, maybe a snack. 

Well, two of those things got checked off the to-do list!

All the men in the gas station were either happily married or old and creepy. You held Millie’s hand and helped her to the bathroom. The bathroom had stalls, so you had to squeeze into a stall with Millie. You let her go first, since she was squirming and you didn’t want her to pee herself. She swatted and did her business. Then it was your turn. As you were mid-relieving yourself, she unclipped the lock and the door swung open. 

You gasped, “MILLIE ANNE-” You launched to try and yank the door closed, but you couldn’t. Millie squealed, delighted, and ran out of the stall. As you struggled to quickly wipe and pull your skirt up, an old woman made eye contact with you. She clutched her pearls- literally!- and gasped. “The absolute nerve!” She scoffed, then shuffled away. 

You growled and stomped out of the bathroom to scold your sister. You scolded her, then bought yourself a soda and a small bag of chips. You tugged her outside, mumbling under your breath. “I can not believe you, Mil! You are so inconsiderate!” 

Everyone got piled back in the truck, and your dad peeled out of the gas station. 

“Dad, when are we gonna get there?” You asked, already bored only a half hour in. You tossed your magazine on your lap and looked at your dad.

“Late tonight, sweetheart. We’re stopping for dinner, so it’ll be even later. Maybe… midnight? Maybe later?” Your dad said, rubbing his scruff with his free hand. He nodded, as if considering that answer was correct. 

“Ugghh!” You groaned. 

Dean reached his hand back to ruffle your hair. He had a giant, dumb smirk on his lips. “Hang in there, kiddo; it ain’t that bad. We can talk or play some car games?”

Millie squealed and threw her arms up. “GAMES! GAAMES!” 

I scoffed and rolled my eyes. “Car games are for children.” You popped your headphones back in and glanced out the window. Every few moments, you could feel Dean’s eyes on you. You looked over and saw his eyes glued on your thick thighs in that little skirt. You blushed and quickly glanced away. 

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A few hours later, the sun dips low over the horizon. The sun is painted a beautiful orange and yellow hue. The sky matched molten lava as the last rays of sun peeked through clouds. 

“Daddy, I hungry!” Millie whined, rubbing her tummy.

“I know, baby girl. Give Daddy a few more minutes, okay? We’re stopping just ahead.” Dad said, reaching down to lower the radio volume. 

You lean forward, elbows resting on the back of the front seat. “Where are we stopping at?” You asked, your hair forming a curtain around your face as you leaned down. 

Dean licked his lips and tucked some of your hair behind your ear. “Some little Ma and Pop diner. They always serve the best food.” Dean answered for your dad. Dad nodded and grunted in agreement. Your eyes met Dean, and a fire lit low in your belly. Dean’s jaw tightens, and he flexes his biceps, hoping you’ll look. You do and blush a deep scarlet. 

Dad pulls into the Ma and Pop diner. It’s a cute little white building with flowers scattered across the front of the building. You stumble out of the truck, knocking a few bags onto the pavement. “Shit.” You curse, bending down to pick one up.

You don’t know it, but you accidentally gave Dean an eyeful of your ass. He sees the cute little pink thong you wore. Dean groaned and reached down to hide his growing erection. “Fuck…” he cursed as he felt his cock throb. It buzzed to life and pressed angrily against his jeans zipper. 

You straightened up and followed your Dad and Millie into the restaurant. The big blue sign read, The Cozy Corner. Dean’s eyes stayed glued on your ass as you swayed your little hips, completely innocent. His cock grew harder and angrier. Throbbing painfully. He reached down to adjust himself again. 

Everyone slides into the booths. You and Millie on one side, Dad and Dean on the other. Dinner goes by quickly and quietly. Everyone orders water to drink. The menus are laminated and sticky from use. The air smells like coffee and grease. The waitresses smile tiredly and have little notebooks and pens. 

You giggle around a bite of burger as your dad makes another dumb joke. Dean keeps wiggling his hips to try and get comfy. Millie throws a ketchup-covered fry on the floor. It's chaos. But it's perfect. 

The drive after dinner is quieter. Both you and Millie are asleep in the back. You two definitely look like sisters; both of you are leaning back, hair wild, with your mouths wide open and dripping with drool. 

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At around midnight, your eyes crack open. You glance at your surroundings, trying to get a feel for what’s happening. Once you wake a little more you get more conscious of where you are. A dark forest swallows the little truck. The only things you can see is what the truck's old headlights illuminate. Dad twists and turns the truck down the curvy back road. 

“Mmpph… are we almost there?” You asked Dad. You rubbed sleep from your eyes and stretched as best you could in the back seat. 

“Almost there, honey,” Dad said. 

You sneaked a glance at Dean. His eyes were glued to your legs again. You blushed and looked down, only to blush even deeper when you realized your panties were visible. You tugged your skirt back down. You looked up and your eyes met Dean’s again. He licked his lips and nodded, just once. 

Dad pulled into the bumpy, gravel drive. He parked the car and killed the engine. “Well, we’re here.” He announced. The truck's interior lights blinked to life. Millie groaned and covered her eyes with her little hands. 

Dean hopped out first, then opened the back door for you. You got out with a small, “Thanks.”

Dad helped Millie out and into the cabin. He, of course, checked inside first to make everything was safe. Then he laid her in her own room on the small twin-sized bed. 

Dad came back out to help with the bags. He grabbed his own bag, then Millie’s. “Everyone has their own room. Sweetheart, yours is down the hall from Millie’s. Dean, yours is next to mine. Everyone get settled, and if you need anything, just holler, alright?” He asked. Once you both nodded, he nodded, then disappeared into his room. 

You turned to head down the hall to your room, but a hand on your arm stopped you. You turned and were face to face with Dean. His breath tickled you, warm and smelling of coffee. He gently cupped your cheek and stroked the soft skin. 

“Meet me in my room once everyones asleep. Mm ‘kay, baby?” Dean asked in a low purr. You felt heat in your lower belly, tempting, so you nodded. 

You disappeared into your room and tugged your bag into the corner of the room. You laid in bed and your imagination got the better of you. You tried thinking of what Dean wanted to do with you.

“Why does he wanna see me?” You asked, curling a piece of hair between your fingers. 

You lose yourself in a dirty fantasy, one of your favorites to indulge in late at night. 

You on Dean’s lap as he gently fucked you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. You sigh and let your hand run down your body. You slip your hand under your little skirt and find your panties damp already. You rub slow circles over where you know your clit is. You whimper and arch your back into the touch. “Oh… god…” You wanted to cum so bad, but hoped Dean wanted what you really wished he did. You pulled your hand out of your panties with a grunted huff. You sit up and try to busy yourself. 

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You barely make it five minutes before slipping out. You pad down the hall to his room. You cracked the door open. Dean was standing in front of the door, hand extended like he was about to walk out. He saw you and you saw his jaw clenched. 

“Close the door, baby.” he growled. 

You closed the door and heard backed you against it. The door knob dug against your back and you whined. He cupped your face and smashed his lips against yours. Your eyes fly open, “wha-” but you don't get anything but a moan out. Finally. Finally. Finally!

You crush for the past odd number of years was kissing you. And you were standing there dumbfounded?! 

You went to kiss back, just as he pulled away. 

“Oh baby…” he stroked your cheek. “I've been waiting all fucking afternoon to do that. That goddamn skirt you're wearing…” his eyes trailed down your body to rest on the little pink skirt. “You do that on purpose? Teasin’ me? I knew you liked me. But God… im only a man, baby.” He nuzzled his nose against your neck, inhaling your scent. 

You felt Dean’s hand slowly travel down your body. He gently strokes your inner thigh. Then, in a low rasp, he asks, “baby… please say yes… please tell me I can go further…” 

You would have slapped yourself silly if you ever even thought of saying no. So, of course, you nodded slowly. 

“Words, baby… I need you to say it. Say we can go further.” Dean purred, his hand slowly slipping under your little pink skirt. 

“Yes, Dean. Please…” You basically whimper. 

Dean groans and drops to his knees. He wastes no time, sliding your panties to the side and licking a long, wet stripe through your center. 

You cry out and your hips jerk from the delicious touch. He licks big, long stripes up. Then pulls back, only to do it again. Your hips jerk and you moan loud. Dean nibbles on your inner thigh, and with a rough growl, whispers, “quiet, baby… we don’t need your daddy coming in here to check on us.”

Dean dives back in and your eyes roll back. You have to cover your mouth with your hand to keep from moaning. It’s so hard when he’s feasting like he’s never ate before. You whine, muffled against your hand. Your other hand reaches down to tangle in his short, spiky brown hair. You tug and pull, guiding his face. You feel his dumb smirk as he keeps eating you out. 

Just when you start feeling that delicious curl low in your belly, he pulls away. He stands abruptly. You whine and pout your lower lip out. 

Dean swats your ass through your little skirt. “Hush, baby. I ain’t finished.” He tugs your skirt and panties down to your ankles. You kick them off and lift your arms. He chuckles, “eager little thing, ain’t ya?” He helps you take your shirt off. He gasps as he sees a cute little white bra left. He gently strokes the bottom hem of the bra. “So pretty, baby… this all for me?” He asks, one hand slowly sliding back to undo the clasp. 

Once your bra falls to the ground you feel your cheeks heat up. You blush and look down at your bare feet. You felt shy all of a sudden. Bare and exposed to one of the people who knew you best. 

Dean gently stroked your cheek. Then he tilted your head up to look at him. “Baby… You’re so gorgeous. Don’t go getting shy on me, now.” Your eyes met and he smiled softly. “I ain’t gonna hurt you, precious. Just tell me if anything makes you uncomfortable, or if you don’t like how something feels. Okay? I ain’t using ya.” He gathers you in his arms, holding you close. “I just wanna hear my girl make those pretty little sounds. Make ya feel good… Mmm ‘kay baby?” He stroked your hair. You blushed and nodded. 

Dean nodded and slowly pulled away. He helped walk you over to the bed he was assigned. “Lay down, baby. Get comfy. I’m gonna get everything ready. If you need anything don’t be scared to ask.” You laid down and got the right amount of pillows situated. You kicked the blankets to the edge of the bed. 

Meanwhile Dean was digging around in his bag. He pulled out a black box and a bottle of some clear liquid. He set them on the nightstand. Then his hand went to his zipper. The sound of the zipper filled the silence and he winced, eyes shooting to the door. Both of you stayed silent, listening for any movement outside. Nothing. He slowly shucked his jeans off, tossing them aside. 

You tried not to stare too hard at the bulge in his boxers. He was leaking, a wet spot was very clearly visible, and stained to the front of his boxers. 

Dean chuckled when he saw you staring. “Yeah, yeah. I know this is a damn sight. I’ve been like this since you bent over in that fucking skirt.” He tugged his shirt off over his head. 

You gasped and blushed. Your thighs instincvitvely squeezed together. You felt warmth both in your cheeks and lower areas. Your pussy throbbed just at the sight of this man. He was muscular, that’s for sure. His abs were light but defined. His biceps flexed as he shucked off his boxers next. And god… those forearms. 

Now you got an eyefull of his obviously hard dick. It was pointed up in arousal, and wet at the top. Hairy, like natural, but slightly trimmed. 

“Like what you see?” Dean chuckled again. Then crawled over you, and, God… you never thought you could get so wet between the thighs. You whimpered and squrimed. “Shh… just lemme touch you, sweet thing.” His hand slid up your thighs, digging his fingers into the supple skin. His hand disappeared between your thighs and your back arched like an bow. A soft moan escaped your lips as he gathered your wetness. “Sweet thing…” He groaned, “so wet? All for me?” He grinded against the mattress as he got your pussy ready. 

Your fingers dug into his hair, just needing something to hold on to. You moaned and squirmed, your hips raising into his touch. “Dee…” You moaned his nickname, your eyes closing.

Dean tsked, “no, baby. Eyes open, now. You can take two fucking fingers on your pussy. You ain’t a baby. Open those beautiful eyes. Now.” He said. You whined in protest, so his fingers slowly started moving away. Your eyes shot open immediately. “Good, girl.” He rewarded you with circles to your clit. You moaned and your back arched again. 

Once he decided you were nice and ready he pulled his fingers out. You whined and squirmed, clenching around nothing. He shushed you, then dragged his cock through, “shhh… I was just getting you ready, sweet girl.” He reached over to the nightstand. He grabbed the box and tugged out a small plastic square. He ripped it open and rolled the condom up his length. He grabbed the clear bottle and squeezed some of the liquid in his hand. He rubbed it between his hands, then rubbed it on the condom. His jaw clenched and he groaned. Stroking himself to get himself ready, now. 

“Whats that?” You asked.

“What- oh. The liquid? That's lube, baby. It helps things be smoother. Less friction. Makes things feel way better for you.” He said softly, cupping your cheek. He lined up, the head of his cock nudging your entrance. “Take a deep breath, baby… in… out…in-” he gently pushed his head inside. You gasped, squirming from the sting. “Shh… shh.” He gasped, his voice shaking. You were squeezing him like a vise. He tried so hard not to thrust in, literally shaking from the force of holding himself back. 

“Baby… baby, fuck… stop squirming…” He soothed, reaching one hand out to squeeze your hip. “Take a few deep breaths, sweetheart. You're making this harder ‘f me.” 

You took a few shaky deep breaths, trying to calm yourself down. It works, the sting soothes to a gentle throb of pleasure. 

“Good girl.” Dean groaned, slowly thrusting home. You moaned and bit your lip hard. Dean shook his head. His thumb reached up to smooth your lip back out. “None of that, sweet thing. Lemme hear those pretty noises I pull outta ye.” 

Deans thrusts started out full, repetitive, and so sweet with pleasure. You moaned and squirmed. Your back arched as you pressed your hips into his. The sounds and smells filled the room; slapping skin, soft feminine moans, male groans. The smell of sex and a vanilla candle swirled around the warm bedroom. Outside the window the forest mattered with soft droplets of rain. The scene was perfect. 

“Dee…” you moaned, barely five minutes in. 

Dean felt the tightness growing in your pussy, he knew you were about to come. He nodded, “I know, baby.” He tried to keep his thrusts even and repetitive. Knowing girls hate change in sex like this. One thing worked? Stick to it. So he did. But God, your tight, warm pussy made him wanna lose himself. 

“Fuck… Sweetheart..  why haven't we done this before?” He groaned. 

You giggled and buried your hands in his hair again. His eyes stayed transfixed on your breasts. They swayed and jiggled with every thrust. 

“Goddamn… FUCK!” He spilled inside the condom, coming hard without warning. You came next, your back arching and your nails digging into the back of his neck. 

“Ahh!” You cried out, tears springing in your eyes. 

Dean pulled out, but didn't move away. He slumped against you, bury his face in the valley between your breasts. His breathing was heavy, matching yours. You both laid there, panting and spent. It was silent for a while. 

Jealous, Jealous Boy ୨ৎ

Summary: Your boyfriend comes over for your dad's birthday party. Dean is jealous, so he tries to scare the boy away. He's touchy and buys you gifts.

Word count: 1.6 k

You were relaxing on the family couch when a pair of boots came thundering in the house. You knew who it was… Dean Winchester. Your dad's best friend and right-hand man. He was over a lot, all the time, and always. 

“Hey, Dean.” You said, not looking up from the TV. 

Dean chuckled and plopped down next to you, ruffling your hair. “Hey, kiddo. How's college treating you?” He asked, kicking his feet up on the coffee table. Mom came in and saw Dean's feet on the table. She gave him her signature glare, and he gulped, sliding his feet back onto the floor. 

You stifled a giggle behind your hands. Then answered his question, “College is amazing, thank you. Way better than high school.” You nudged your shoulder against his. His eyes softened when they met yours. He'd been acting differently around you lately, and you could never put your finger on it. 

Dad walked in and saw Dean. “Hey, man! You didn't tell me you were coming over.” 

Dean stood and clapped my dad on the back. “Yeah. Well, I thought I'd surprise the birthday boy.” He punched my dad's shoulder, causing my dad to roar with laughter. My dad's birthday was today,y and we were hosting a giant birthday bash in his honor. You only turn 50 once, they say.

Isaidd, “Hey, dad?”

Dad turned and smiled easily at you. “Yeah? What's up, honey?”

“Can Brayden come over? He's been dying to meet you all!” You asked nervously, fidgeting with the bottom hem of your shirt. 

Dad's smile grew. “Why, of course he can. I've been wanting to meet the young man, anyhow. Invite him over. Party starts at 5.” My dad turned and walked out, leaving you and Dean alone in the living room. 

Dean's jaw creaked, and he glared at you. “Brayden? Who's… who's Brayden, sweetheart?” He took a step closer, towering over you. 

“Brayden… he's my boyfriend.” 

The word boyfriend made Dean's jaw tick. His eyes turned a dangerous hue of green. He seemed to chew on the word for a moment. Then, “boyfriend? You never… you didn't tell me you had a boyfriend, baby girl.” 

“I didn't know I had to.” You crossed your arms, defensive over Brayden even though he wasn't here yet. 

Dean scoffed, then asked, “he treating you right?” 

You nod. 

“He buy you flowers and those dumb stuffed animals you like?” 

You nod. 

“He make you cum?” 

You slugged his shoulder, feeling your cheeks heat up. “DEAN! That is… not an appropriate question to ask me about my boyfriend!” 

Dean shrugged and rubbed his bicep where you'd punched him. “It's a good question. If he don't know how to make a girl finish in bed, he's a sissy.” 

You scoffed and stormed up to your room to get ready. You heard Dean grumbling curse words behind you. 

A few hours later, there was a ring at the doorbell. You raced down the stairs, quickly tying the rubber band to the end of your braid. “I got it, I got it!” You yelled, sliding around the corner to the front door. You crashed into Dean's broad chest with an “OOF!” 

Dean chuckled and helped you steady yourself. “Calm down there, little bunny. You that excited to see your sissy little boy?” 

You glared and ignored him. You stepped around him and swung the door open. There stood Brayden. Brayden, Brayden, Brayden. His long brown shaggy hair covered his bright blue eyes. His goofy smile and dimple. 

“Brayden! Hey!” You chirped. Then felt the heavy weight of an arm wrap around your shoulders. You froze and slowly turned your head to see Dean. 

“Hey, babe. Is this your dad?” Brayden asked, looking from you to Dean. 

“Nah, I ain't her pops. I'm her…” Dean chewed on what to say. 

“Uncle!” You answered for him, elbowing his ribs. “He's my very overprotective uncle. Right, Dean?” 

“Right,” Dean growled, hand sliding down to your lower back. 

Brayden gulped and squirmed uncomfortably on the front step. “Uhh… may I come in?”

“Of course.” You said, stepping aside so he could walk inside the house.

Dean kept one hand on your lower back and led you to the living room. He sat flush against you on the family couch. Brayden awkwardly sat on the side opposite you. 

Dean rubbed your arm and purred loud enough for Brayden to hear. “Baby girl… You smell so good today. Like pumpkin.” He plucked a curl to watch it bounce. “You get a new shampoo? I remember the other one was vanilla. This is more… pumpkin spiced.” He nuzzled into your neck and inhaled deeply. 

You blushed and gently shoved him off. “Dean… quit…” You tried turning to look at Brayden, but he pinched your chin between his thumb and pointer finger, turning your face back to his. “No, baby girl. Don't give him any attention. I'm sitting right here.” You blushed even deeper and felt Brayden squirm awkwardly beside you. 

Dean’s hand slipped down to your thigh to gently knead the flesh. “You thirsty, baby? I can get you a soda or something?” He rubbed his nose against your cheek, and you pretended not to like it. 

“Dean… I’m fine.” You whined, shoving him away again. 

“You sure, baby girl? You look warm. Do you need a blanket? Some cuddles to warm you up?” He chuckled and shook his head. “Now, I remember when you were a little bunny. You loved crawling all over me.” 

Brayden shifted uncomfortably again. He turned to you, “Hey, babe? You said it was your dad's birthday?”

You nodded. 

“Maybe I should’ve gotten him a card.” He went to put his arm around you, but Dean beat him to it. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and squeezed gently. 

“Nah. Her pops doesn’t enjoy presents. Thinks his birthday is just another day.” Dean peppered kisses into your hair, shooting glances at Brayden between kisses. 

A few minutes later, Dean groaned as he stood up, as every old man does. “Alright. I’m heading into town. You kids need anything?” He looked at you, completely ignoring Brayden’s existence. 

Brayden nodded, “Sure. I’ll take a cola, sir.” Brayden said politely. 

“I’m good, thanks,” I mumbled. 

About thirty minutes later, Dean was back from the store. He held two bags. He chucked the cola at Brayden, who mumbled, “Thanks…” He popped it open and took a sip of the cool beverage. 

Dean handed you the other bag. You opened the crinkly plastic to find a small, soft teddy, beautiful flowers, and your favorite soda. You smiled, “Dean… thank you…” You mumbled shyly. 

Brayden looked into the bag with jealousy. “She doesn’t need any flowers. She always kills them. And she has too many stuffed animals already.” He tried degrading Dean’s gifts so I wouldn’t like them. He was clearly jealous. 

Dean glared at Brayden. “Yeah? Is that it? Or is it you’re too sissy to get her anything? Is that the real issue here, Brayden?” 

“Boys, quit!” You snapped, shoving the bag onto the table. I turned to Brayden. “You are being very rude!” I turned to Dean and softened just a bit. “Dean, the gifts are lovely, thank you. But Brayden is right; I don’t need these things.”

“Oh, so you’re taking his side?! HE’S BRAIN WASHING YOU!” Dean roared, jumping to his feet. 

You stood too, your voice shaking. “Dean! He is my boyfriend, and I have to stand up for him!” 

“You just don’t see it, do you? He isn’t right for you, baby girl.” Dean’s voice softened, and he cupped your cheeks. He gently stroked your soft, supple skin. He took a few deep breaths. “I’m sorry for snapping.” He kissed your forehead. 

Brayden jumped to his feet now; he shoved Dean off you. “Stop touching her! She’s my girlfriend! You’re being weird, dude! Back the hell up!” 

“Brayden!” You yelped as he swung on Dean. 

It was a whirlwind of fists flying, kicks landing, and blood flying. You sobbed into your hands as you watched the fight happen. Two men fighting over you. Your dad came in, and his face turned red when he saw the havoc. “BOYS! WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?!”Hem and Buck had to force their way between Dean and Brayden. Both men were battered and bruised. Dean had a busted lip, and Brayden’s nose was crooked. 

You ran over to Brayden to try and comfort him, but he shoved you away. 

“Kid, cut that shit out! You don’t touch my daughter.” My dad growled, stepping between us. 

“Bray-” you tried speaking.

“No! I’m done trying to win your crazy family over, babe! I’m done. I’m sick of sitting here watching him rub up all over you!” Brayden shoved your dad out of the way and stormed out of the house. 

You whirled on Dean. “What the hell, Dean?! You chased him away! Just because… because…”

“Because I love you. I love you, okay?” Dean finally admitted it. Your father gasped, and even Buck backed out of the room, hands raised and chuckling. 

“Dean… what did you say?” Both you and your dad said. 

“I said I love you, baby girl. And… hearing you talk about him… he ain't treatin’ you right. I couldn’t… let him keep that up.” Dean said, his soft eyes locked on yours. Your dad was fuming, but right now? He was basically on another planet. 

You rush over and smash your lips against his. Dean moans in pain, but kisses you back. His hands bury in your soft curls. He kisses you back hungrily, like a man starved in the desert. You hear your dad cuss as he retreats to the backyard. 

You pull back and gently rub at a bruise on Dean’s cheek. “Why didn’t you just say so?” You asked softly. 

Summary: Your dad hosts a family BBQ. Dean Winchester, his best friend, attends. He hears you have a boyfriend and gets severely jealous. Once he finds out your boyfriend isn't treating you right, he shows you how a real man should act.

Warning: NSFW, unprotected sex, dirty talk, cheating, mean/rough dirty talk

Word Count: 3k

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You lay in your bed, flipping through another New York Times magazine. Your feet were tucked under your legs as you sat on your bed. Your pink comforter was tucked comfortably over your bottom half as you read peacefully. You flipped another page just as your bedroom door opened. 

“Sweetie?” Your dad said softly, peeking in. “Hey, I just wanted to let you know, tomorrow I’m hosting a BBQ—just me and some buddies. You can come down if you want. It’ll be around 4:30,” He informed you. 

You nodded and flipped your magazine shut. “Okay, Daddy. Who’s all coming?” 

“Oh, just the regular guys. Benjamin, Ted, Buck, Henry, Dean…” Daddy listed, trailing off. He rubbed the stubble on his chin and nodded, “Yep. All them. Maybe their kids and old ladies.” He chuckled. 

“Okay. How’s Dean taking the divorce?” You asked. 

Dean, your dad’s best friend for over fifteen years, had recently gotten divorced from his high school sweetheart. He played it cool and just said that they had “drifted apart”, but you knew the real truth: Dean’s wife cheated on him while he was away on a work trip. He worked as a mechanic and occasionally took jobs far from home, sometimes spending days away. One day he returned early to surprise his wife, only to find her in bed with his cousin. 

Daddy sighed and sat on the edge of your bed. He rubbed your shoulder through your oversized sleep shirt. “He’s… handling it,” Daddy whispered, looking at his work boots. 

You nodded and hugged your daddy goodnight. 

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The next day at 4:00 sharp, the rumble of a V8 engine filled the atmosphere. Dean pulled up in his obnoxiously loud ’67 Chevy Impala. You raced upstairs to change into decent clothes, not your regular PJs. 

As you stripped out of your PJs, you heard Daddy open the door. “Hey, man! You’re early!” 

“Yeah, I can’t stand being home anymore…” Dean scoffed, stepping inside. 

You grab a white baby doll top and some frayed jean shorts. You tug the shorts over your thighs and slip on some strappy sandals. 

When you come down, you see Dean already lounging on the couch like he pays the mortgage.

“Hey…” You mumble shyly. 

Dean smirks when he sees you, his eyes trailing up your long legs in those shorts. “Hey, sweetheart. Didn’t know you were back from college.”

“Yeah… I got back last week, actually.” You plop down on the couch next to Dean, trying to ignore the way his eyes are basically eye fucking you. He licks his lips and nods, “mmm?”

You blush and cover yourself with a throw blanket. But Dean has other ideas… He pouts when you hide your body. He tugs the blanket off you and tugs you onto his lap with a chuckle. “Just like old times, eh? When you were the size of a pea, crawling all over me like a jungle gym. Man, do I miss that little brat… Now you’re just as big as me.” He squeezes your hips, his warm breath tickling your neck. You feel yourself flush even deeper. You try not to squirm as he keeps teasing you. 

“Still ticklish, eh?”

“Miss that sweet girl…”

“You smell just as sweet… like lemons and sin…” 

You shuddered and slid off his lap. You stumbled into the kitchen and pulled out a glass jug. You filled it with water. You decided to make lemonade to busy yourself. You heard footsteps come in behind you, and you assumed it was Daddy. “Hey, Daddy. Can I invite Josh over for the BBQ, too?” 

“Who the hell is Josh?” Dean scoffed. You froze. It was not Daddy behind you. 

You whip around, “Dean?! Crap! I thought you were Daddy… Where is he?”

“Who. The hell. Is. Josh?” Dean asked again, slowly walking closer. 

You flush and cross your arms over your chest. You feel defensive over the whole situation. “Josh is… he’s my boyfriend. He goes to the same college I do. We met last semester.”

Dean’s jaw clenched, and you could see the muscles of his arm flexing as he crossed his, too. “Boyfriend, huh? How serious is this… thing?” He basically spat. 

You shrug, causing Dean to scoff and storm out. You stand there wondering why he’s acting that way when Daddy comes in. You ask if Josh can come over, and, of course, Daddy says yes. 

“Of course, I love that kid! He’s a great boyfriend. What’s he going to school for, again?” Daddy asked, leaning against the counter. 

“Dentistry,” you replied, pulling out your flip phone to dial up Josh. 

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A half hour later, you were draped across Josh’s lap on the family couch. Some odd murder documentary your mom put on played in the background. Josh stroked your hair, whispering sweet nothings about you:

“You’re so sweet… my darling… I love your soft waves…” 

But it didn’t feel the same as when Dean said them. It didn’t cause a warm pooling in your gut, a faint blush across your cheeks, or that big goofy smile. 

You sneak a peek over at Dean. He’s sitting across the living room on the recliner, beer in hand. 

And he’s glaring right at you two.

You feel a weight in your tummy, and you squirm a bit. Josh chuckled as you wiggled your head on his lap. “Babe, quit.” 

You sat up. “Sorry, Josh.” 

He rubbed your arm and stood, excusing himself to the restroom. You sneaked another glance over at Dean. His jaw was tight, and both hands were clenched on his legs. He abruptly stood up and walked over, his boots thudding against the wood floor. He plopped down next to you on the couch, slinging his arm around your shoulders. His scent wrapped around you: sandalwood, leather, and motor oil. 

“He seems… nice.” Dean spat, jutting his chin towards where Josh had just disappeared. “What did you say his name was again? Judd?” 

You rolled your eyes and nudged your shoulder against his. “His name is Josh. Joshua Blake.” 

Dean scoffed and rolled his eyes. “That’s a sissy name, ain’t it? What’s he going to college for? To be a teacher?” 

Before you knew it, Dean had tugged you onto his lap. You squealed and shoved against his chest. “Dean! Put me down!” You whined. 

Dean smirked like the cat that got the cream. He squeezed your waist. “Why? You look even more beautiful perched on my lap. Like my own little trophy.” 

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Later, everyone was outside. There were about fifteen people over: Daddy’s friends and their wives, their kids, and some neighbor kids. Mom and Daddy were standing by the grill, mingling with the Jacobs’. You were sitting on the outdoor couch next to Josh. He had been on his phone for over an hour, and you were getting irritated. 

A shadow fell over you. You looked up to see Dean standing beside the couch holding two sodas. Orange sodas, your favorite! You smiled and accepted one. “Thanks, Dean.” You chirped. He nodded and held out his hand for you to grab. You hesitated, then looked over at Josh. He was scrolling through some girls' bikini pictures, phone tilted away from you so you couldn’t see. You feel a weight drop in your stomach, and this time not a good one. Jealousy and anger burn in your gut. Dean sees and acts quickly. 

He grabs your arm and yanks you up to your feet. He guides you inside the house, one hand on your lower back. As soon as you got inside, you ran over to the trashcan and dropped to your knees. You gagged and barfed into the trash, your nerves winning the fight with your stomach. Dean’s warm hand rubbed your back in slow, warm circles. 

You pulled away from the trash and wiped your mouth on your sleeve. “I-I can’t believe him. He was… my perfect boyfriend. We were supposed to be… meant to be… Men suck! I hate men. All boys are the same.” I rambled on and on about hating the male species. 

Dean chuckled, “I can assure you not all guys are the same, sweetheart.” He shrugged, “I didn’t cheat… my wife did.” 

You froze. Ohh… Dean, I’m so sorry… I forgot.” You reached your hand up to cup his cheek, trying to soothe him. He leans into your touch and closes his eyes. His eyes flicker open after a minute. He smiles, “I haven’t been… touched like this in a while.” 

“Yeah?” You ask. 

He nodded and leaned in. You saw his eyes flick down. You thought you were hallucinating, thinking his eyes flicked down to your lips. 

“Baby…” He whispers. “You deserve someone so much better than that douche bag out there. You know that, right?” His nose is almost touching yours now. 

“I… Yeah, I do. But… who?” 

As if to answer, he gently grazes his lips against yours. You gasp and jolt back. He tenses, “shit-... Darlin’, I’m so, so sorry. I shouldn’t have-”

You cut him off by kissing him right this time. Your lips smash against his stupidly plump ones. He groans and cups the back of your head with one hand, the other sliding down to squeeze your waist. You squeal as he lifts you off the ground and starts towards the stairs, you thrown over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. 

“Deaan!” You giggled, kicking your feet, earning yourself a slap to the bottom. 

“Cut that out.” He growled.

You feel a tingle between your thighs and blush. You hid your face in his neck. 

Dean kicks your bedroom door open, then closed as he trudges inside. He tosses you on your bed, and you bounce. Your hair spreads across your pillow. He crawls over you, knees on either side of your hips. You squeeze your thighs together at the sight of him on top of you. He growls and squeezes your waist again. 

“Oh, baby girl. You look so beautiful… all laid out under me… Like a feast.”

You shudder and close your eyes. You feel him start peppering kisses on your jaw, then neck, then even lower to your collarbone. 

“Mmm… You even taste like lemons, sweet thing…” He purrs, licking your jaw. You shudder and bury your fingers in his thick, brown hair. He growls again and ruts against you, his hips grinding down against yours. You whine, and your hips squirm. “Shit… Sorry, hun… I’m trying to take it slow.” He takes a few deep breaths, then tugs at the bottom hem of your shirt. “May I take this off, sweet thing? I wanna see my girl's sweet chest… mm okay?” 

You nodded without hesitation. You hadn’t even gotten this far with Josh yet; you didn’t know why you were saying yes to Dean… but some part of you trusted him way more than you ever did with Josh.

Dean tugged your shirt off over your head without pause. You gasp as the cold air hits your bare tummy. You were wearing a yellow lacy bra. You chose a not-so-cute one, thinking no one would see it.

You were so wrong. 

Dean hummed and traced the bottom edge of your bra. “So pretty, my sweet girl… I never knew you were so pretty…” He gently kissed your tummy. The muscles of your stomach tensed, and you whined again. “Shh… now, now… I don’t need you getting bratty on me. I don’t want to have to correct you.”

You pouted as he continued to tease your chest. He licked your nipple through the fabric until it peeked. He rubbed at the wet fabric and hummed, proud. “You’re doing great, baby… just a little longer, then I’ll give that sweet body the relief I know it needs. I just wanna make sure my sweet girl is all built up and ready for me. Now-” He leaned back on his haunches and looked into your eyes, now serious. “Tell me, sweet thing. Have you ever… been with a man before? In bed?”

You nodded and whined at the lack of his touch. He swatted your hip. “Now I said no brattiness. Do I need to punish you?” 

You pouted and shook your head, squirming as you felt your panties dampen between your legs. 

You mewled as he rubbed a slow circle over the wet fabric. Your hips squirmed, and you made noises you didn’t even know you could make. Dean kept the slow, sweet circles on your panties. “Shh… no noises, sweet pea. We don’t need anyone coming up here to investigate. Do we?” He raised a brow and slowed his circles. You whined and bucked your hips. He pulled his hand away. 

“Heeey!” You whined, bolting upright to glare at him better. Since he was kneeling over you, when you sat up you were face to face with him. His lip curled with anger, and he grabbed your chin hard. “Did I say to sit up? No. I told you to stay down, take what I give you, and be quiet. Why ain’t you listening?” He growled. 

You flushed and slowly lay back down.

He went back to the slow circles. One hand pleasing you, the other covering your mouth to hide your pretty noises. 

“Mm, I wanna hear our pretty noises so bad, sweet pea. I do, I promise. But I don’t want anyone else hearing you, okay?” Dean was softer now. He tugged your panties over your legs to rest at your ankles. He looked between your legs and tsked. “Tsk tsk tsk… I’ve barely touched you, and you’re whining and soaked like a little-” before he could call you a degrading name, you whined from lack of touch. “Sorry, my little love. I keep forgetting you’re so sensitive.” He pats your hip, then rolls off the bed to stand. You whined and reached for him. He swatted your hand away and unbuckled his belt. “Hold on now, sweet pea. You’re so impatient.” He sighed, shucking his jeans off and kicking them away. He stood there now in his black boxers. You see the giant bulge in the front, his hard-on aching and leaking in his underwear. 

“Dean…” I gulped. “Do you have protection…” You mumbled shyly.

Dean shook his head. “No, sweetheart, I don’t. I can just pull out, okay? I haven’t thought to buy any lately.” He tugged his boxers off, and you gasp at his size. He chuckles, beaming with pride. He crawls over you again. He rubs his blunt head against your folds. You whined and grabbed onto his shoulders. “Shh… You ready, honey? Gonna make you forget all about that dumb boyfriend of yours… cheating son of a…-” He slides inside with ease. You both gasp at the new sensation. Dean gives you a second, waits until you’re settled, then begins rocking. Sliding out, then back in. You moan and throw your head back. He covers your mouth again, “shh… Remember what I said, sweet thing… keep quiet, and maybe I’ll let you cum. Deal?”

Your body jiggles as he thrusts in and out. Your curves sway like waves on the ocean, rippling and jiggling. Dean looked down at you and smirked, “Gosh, baby… you’re so pretty.” He didn’t stare creepily,  more like admiring you and your body. 

You frowned and squirmed uncomfortably, not used to so much loving on your body. Usually men just take what they want with rough growls about your tightness or butt. They never… admire? But Dean was different.

“You’re my sweet girl. Say it, baby. Say it.”

“I’m your sweet girl.” You whined, back arching. 

He grabbed your thigh and wrapped it around his waist. The new angle had you seeing stars. Your walls clenched around him, and you cried out. “DEAN!” Your back arched and your nails raked down his back. He growled and went faster, animalistic and slowly slipping out of control. Then he slowed again. “Tell me what you need, baby. I’ll do whatever. I’m here to make you good, sweet thing.” He tucks a curl out of your face and behind your ear. 

You were so overstimulated you couldn’t even think of anything except what was happening right now. Dean knew and read your body. He felt your hips twitching for more, your whines, your squirming. 

Dean's hand slipped between you two, close to where you were joined. He found your sweet nub and started rubbing tight, slow circles. You whined and cried out, tears springing in your eyes from the sweet sensation. You felt heat everywhere. Sweat rolled down your cheek- or was that a tear?

“Come on, baby. Come on.” He growled with each thrust. You cry out as your stomach tightens. You feel your pussy clench as you climax. Your pussy spasms as you moan and cry and whine. Your hips wiggle as you squeeze the hell outta Dean. He growls and his back snaps. He roars, and he comes hard inside you, forgetting to pull out, but neither of you care as you ride the waves. 

“OH, GOD!” He roared, then pulled out and rolled off you. He lay next to you and threw his arm over his forehead. Both of you lay there panting, spent, and completely blissed out. 

“That was… wow.” You sighed, smiling big. 

Dean smirked, “Glad you liked it.” He rolled over and poked your cheek. “Now… don’t go around telling people you slept with your daddy’s best friend. I don’t need any rumors spreading.” 

You frowned and rolled over to face him, too. “Is this… just the one-time thing, then?” 

“Baby girl…” He cooed, tucking you against his chest. “Of course not. It’s just a… behind closed doors kinda thing. Yeah?”

The next day you wake up in a cold bed. Your legs are aching, and your hair is messy. You drag yourself out of bed and make your way to the bathroom. You shower, then head downstairs to see what’s for breakfast. Dean is sitting at the table sipping some coffee. He smirked when he saw you coming down the stairs.