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you can go another hour.

you can go another hour.

you can go another hour.

you can go another hour.

you can go another hour.

you can go another hour.

𑣲 ⤐ 𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 : Dean hears reader mention her dream pair of shoes to sam and decides to surprise her with them.

𑣲 ⤐ 𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 : Dean x fem! reader

𑣲 ⤐ 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕’𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 : Fluff and Dean being head over heels for reader who’s lwk oblivious.

𑣲 ⤐ 𝑪𝒂𝒎𝒎𝒊’𝒔 𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒕 : yay! my first ever fic has finally arrived! I really hope you guys enjoy this since it’s my first one. It actually came to me because I’ve been obsessed with bow uggs for a hot minute and about one second away from buying a pair. If you had any suggestions or notes please leave them below. Dividers are from @uzmacchiato

It all started when you absentmindedly talked to Sam about the shoes you’ve been eyeing for what felt like years—a pair of tan-skinned Uggs with brown bows placed perfectly on the back. Sadly, you never had the money to buy them and you really didn’t think they’d survive in between hunts. It was forgotten as quickly as it was said, at least it was for Sam and you. A week had passed since the quiet comment, yet you noticed Dean had disappeared from the motel one night and was being secretive about something, but you shrugged it off not thinking anything about it.

“You okay?”

Your gentle voice questioned from the bed where you’d been researching for the past hour.

“Yeah I just had to go outside and go for a drive.”

He brushed off your rightfully confused look at his quick leave from the room. Trying to come off as casual as possible but failing horribly.

“Okay..”

Rolling your eyes with a sigh and going back to the computer in your lap. Passing off his behavior as normal Dean. Sam soon emerged from the bathroom before crashing into the motel bed clearly tired from the hunt earlier today. Shaking your head with a smile at the drained man. The snapping of your laptop closing filled the silent room.

You slowly woke up from the sun casting through the motel's old curtains. Rising from your makeshift bed on the couch seeing Sam’s body still lying underneath the blanket but Dean’s was empty. Throwing an old jacket over your body and slipping on your old pair of boots, which were noticeably worn down. Looking outside and seeing Dean standing by the Impala. Your steps slow and heavy from having just woken up.

“Whatcha doin’?”

The sound of your voice breaks him out of thought. Watching him whip around to see who was talking, yet he knew your soft-spoken words by heart. Flashing a warm grin at the sight of her sleep-ish appearance.

“I was thinking of getting some breakfast wanna join?”

His invitation left his lips without hesitation. Always welcoming you to go on small trips with just the two of you. Already opening the passenger door. Something he regularly did for you, leaving no room for argument when you’d tell him to stop “babying” you. Climbing into the black leather seats that became a second home to you. Not caring about the sleep shorts and jacket you were wearing.

“There’s a diner a few miles down. They have your favorite pancakes.”

He spoke over the starting engine. Rumbling loudly in the motel parking lot. He always seemed to remember specific things about you even if you only whispered about them. The drive was quiet except for one of Dean's mixtapes playing over the speakers. Watching outside the window as trees passed with the sunrise shining over the oak. It was one of the things that made hunting not so bad, seeing the scenery of a new town almost every day. After what felt like forever to your hungry stomach you finally arrived at the diner. A big stretch leaving your body once you exited the dark car. You had started your way to the door of the building before Dean had called your name. Halting and turning around to see what he stopped you for.

“What?”

A hint of annoyance slipping through your words. Obviously, you were hungry and starting to get angry because you hadn’t eaten yet.

“Chill on the attitude. I have something for you.”

Dean’s tone was playfully warning, with no sense of anger behind them. Waiting for you to walk back so he could gift you what he’d been so undercover about.

“I'm hungry..”

Excusing the rudeness in your voice. Standing with awaiting politeness for whatever he had prepared for her. Watching him with anticipating eyes, wondering what she’d be getting.

“So what did you get me-”

Cutting yourself off at the sight of a shoe box with the fancy lettering spelling the word “UGG.” Your face was stuck in shock and awe that he really did this.

“Dean you didn’t. These cost over a hundred dollars!”

Voice growing in pitch from pure admiration that someone really bought her something this nice. Taking the box with gentle hands, fearing that if she touched them they’d fade away to dust. Dean watched with an amused smile, knowing he was the one who made you so excited.

“Eh, it was nothing and you needed to get rid of those broken things.”

Jokingly poking fun at your dirty shoes that showed years of hard love. Seeing you hastily kick them off and step into the fur-coated boots. Your eyes gaze down at the pretty bows on the ankle.

“Thank you so much. I actually will never forget this.”

Head looking back up, rambling about how appreciative she is of them. Completely forgetting about the pancakes and her hunger. The joy and excitement crossing over your features had his heart doing flips over and over again.

“Alright alright. Let’s get you inside so you can go show off your new gear.”

Letting you throw in your boots before slamming shut the door. A chuckle slips through his lips watching you happily prance to the door in your Ugg boots. Dean was falling for you. ৻ꪆ ᩚ

𝒇𝒕 𝜗ৎ — dean & sam winchester 𝒙 fem!reader / Sharing a bed with the Winchester brothers had never been this fun until now! 2.1k / note: Okay, I tried doing this with both of them because I’m a greedy bitch. This isn’t really edited, and I feel like it’s pretty terribly written, but I gave it a shot anyway. Enjoy!

nsfw tw. Not much plot, mostly straight-up porn. One bed trope. Threesome (no wincest, ew!!). Fingering. Dirty talk & Praise kink. / English isn’t my first language, I use grammar checkers to translate. Some stuff might sound weird, sorry!

The life of a hunter can lead you down unpredictable paths and open doors to new people and valuable alliances. In this business, having people you can trust and work with is a huge advantage against the dangers that lurk in the world; it also ensures that someone will be there to help you if you end up dead or worse, in Hell after striking a terrible deal.

That was precisely the relationship you had with Sam and Dean. You weren’t friends, nor family; just work partners. You didn’t share enough trust to meet up for coffee after killing a monster, but you did have enough for you to decapitate a vampire right in front of their eyes and for everyone to act completely normal afterward.

If you had to define working with the Winchesters in a single phrase, it would be: unnecessary distraction. It didn’t matter that they were excellent hunters or that they always landed on their feet no matter what, even after falling into Hell fifteen times. The way Dean looked at you and the way Sam pretended not to made your skin prickle and made you forget what truly mattered: the case.

It’s hard to keep things professional when Dean “accidentally” brushes his hand across your thigh during long drives in the Impala, when Sam almost caresses your fingers while sharing his laptop keyboard, or when the tension becomes unbearable after spending more than five minutes alone with them in a room.

Maybe that was exactly why you had insulted all the gods when, after a long day of traveling, the three of you decided to stay at that cheap motel on the side of the road.

The place looked deplorable. It wasn’t as if you had grown up in a palace, but anyone who had ever lived even in a small apartment would know that the hygiene in that place was terrible—especially considering it was meant to house people.

The man at the reception desk practically threw the rusty keys at your heads. Dean caught them effortlessly in the air.

You immediately wanted to protest because he hadn’t given you the keys to your own room, since you clearly had no intention of sleeping with them, but the guy just glanced at you sideways and, with a sleazy movie-villain smile, said: “It’s the only room available. Sorry, sweetheart.”

You felt your stomach drop. Not only because of the audacity with which he had called you “sweetheart,” but because you were now forced to share a room with Sam and Dean, and you weren’t sure you were mentally prepared to spend an entire night with them.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” Dean mocked the nickname while playing with the keys, spinning them between his fingers like a ball. “You’re safe with us. I’ll protect you so the cockroaches don’t eat that pretty little face.”

His provocative, almost flirtatious tone drove you up the wall. You knew he was teasing you about having to share a room with them—something that, to him, seemed to be your worst nightmare.

“Whatever,” you muttered, rolling your eyes. You walked out the door ahead of them and nearly collided with Sam’s imposing figure.

You couldn’t see it at that moment, but you knew exactly the expression Dean Winchester was wearing: that smug smirk that always made you want to strangle him with the curtains and then swear a demon had possessed him.

It was definitely going to be a very long night.

You slipped between the sheets before they arrived, without bothering to turn on the lights. It was better that way; the room was far more depressing than the reception area had suggested.

Luckily, you managed to fall asleep. You didn’t even feel them come in or settle onto the queen bed. With any luck, morning would come soon and this nightmare would be over.

All that was left was for the alarm to go off.

However, the alarm never sounded. When you opened your eyes after what felt like an eternity of sleep, it was only three in the morning and you were shivering with cold.

Both brothers were sleeping peacefully. Sam looked like an angel between the sheets, serene and perfect, while Dean snored softly, just like your father after downing eighteen beers and passing out on the mattress.

You tried to go back to sleep, you really did. But the constant buzzing of the flies circling the room kept your eyes burning and insomnia prickling at your skin. You didn’t understand how they could stand it, how they could practically live in motels like this. It was incredible to see them sleeping so soundly, as if the filth of the place was the least of their problems.

You tried closing your eyes and thinking of something happy and comfortable. For a moment, you thought it was working. Until you felt a strange movement on the arm resting on the pillow. At first you ignored it, but curiosity made you open one eye… only to discover a huge spider crawling across your skin, as if it were evaluating the best spot to build its nest.

Unable to help yourself, you let out a sharp scream and jumped out of bed like a spring, shaking yourself desperately to get rid of the insect.

Sam and Dean didn’t miss the scare. In a second, both of them pulled their guns from under their pillows and aimed in every direction, alert. At least now you knew that if a monster attacked you, and not just a bug while you were sleeping, these two would always be ready.

“What? What happened?” Sam asked, aiming toward the window. His eyes scanned you carefully, looking for any sign of demonic possession or ghostly activity like the kind he’d read about in Bobby’s books.

“A spider!” you whined, completely disgusted. “It was huge!”

The brothers glanced at each other and lowered their weapons at the same time.

“You woke us up because of a spider?” Dean said, raising an eyebrow as if he couldn’t comprehend your fear. “Seriously? You hunt monsters that devour people and you’re terrified of a simple spider?”

“Where?” Sam asked in his usual kind tone. When you pointed at the mattress, he approached and gave the insect a sharp smack, crushing it against the fabric. “There, it’s dead,” he said, raising both hands in surrender. “You okay?”

“No! I can’t sleep. There are bugs everywhere, the heating is broken and I’m freezing to death. I could make an endless list of everything that’s wrong, starting with the fact that there’s no way in hell I’m sleeping on that mattress,” you said, frustrated, your voice rising more than you intended.

However, once you thought about it with a cool head, you realized how stupid it had been to accept Dean’s offer so quickly:

“Sleep with us, there’s room. And we already checked that there aren’t any bugs.”

That’s how you ended up in the Winchesters’ bed, crushed between their bodies: Dean pressed against your back and Sam right in front of you.

All the cold you had felt vanished the moment you slipped between the sheets. Their bodies radiated intense heat; every brush of their skin against yours ignited a fire that spread through your entire body.

You knew they weren’t asleep. You didn’t know how, but you knew. Dean wasn’t snoring; instead, he was pressing his body against your back with what felt like deliberate intent. His warm breath raised every hair on the back of your neck, and you swore you could feel the steady rhythm of his lungs.

For his part, Sam’s hand brushed dangerously against your torso. You knew there wasn’t much space (Dean had lied when he said the three of you would fit), but the way his palm hovered just barely over your stomach, without quite touching you, sent a tingling through your belly that you couldn’t hide. You knew they could sense every tiny movement of your body under the sheets.

You don’t know what came over you, but you decided to let yourself go. Deliberately, you pressed your body back against Dean’s chest until the two of you were stuck together like glue. You heard him let out a small, almost imperceptible gasp, and then, with confidence, he dared to place his hand on the curve of your waist.

You moved against him again. You felt how your ass, covered only by your pajamas, brushed against the increasingly obvious bulge in his pants. Your improper rubbing was driving him crazy. So much so that when he noticed you stopping, he took it as an invitation to continue on his own.

He slid his hand up along the line of your torso. The touch, even over your clothes, drew a sigh from you that escaped right next to Sam’s face. Dean cupped one of your breasts with his hand and, with his fingertips, gently twisted your nipple. That made you raise your voice a little.

“Fuck, Dean,” you moaned softly, biting your lip to hold back the sounds that could alert the whole hotel… or Sam, in case he was still asleep.

But Sam wasn’t asleep. You knew because the hand resting on your stomach moved lower, settling on your hip before slipping under the elastic of your summer pajamas and past your already soaked panties.

His long fingers parted your wet folds and slid a third finger that gently lifted the hood of your clit. He caressed it slowly, as if exploring what you liked and what you didn’t.

“She’s already dripping, isn’t she, Sammy?” Dean murmured with his lips pressed against your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses from your ear down to the curve of your shoulder. “Feel how he’s rubbing your clit nice and slow… You want me to finger you too? So greedy.”

You moaned loudly and arched against Dean’s chest as you felt his hands squeezing your breasts harder.

Sam positioned himself better between your legs, sliding his fingers into your soaked entrance and curling them slightly upward, making you see stars. Each thrust hit your most sensitive spot with precision, and you began writhing between their bodies.

“Shh, don’t cry, baby. You’re so good… taking my fingers so perfectly,” Sam whispered inches from your face, leaving soft kisses on the other side of your neck while Dean continued kissing the opposite side. You felt trapped between their lips.

Dean’s lips kissed your neck and shoulders with a hot, wet trail, but Sam didn’t kiss, he devoured. His lips traveled along your neck, your collarbone, and your jaw with raw hunger, grazing every inch of your skin with his teeth.

You felt like you were losing your mind when Dean’s fingers joined his brother’s between your legs. While Sam spread you open and fucked you with his fingers, Dean’s caressed your clit as if it were his favorite toy.

He spread them like scissors, letting the sensitive bundle of nerves slip between them and get lightly squeezed. You were so wet that they glided easily up and down your pussy. You could have been soaking the mattress and not even noticed.

“You’re so sensitive… you’re practically shaking. It gets me so fucking hard seeing you like this,” Dean groaned obscenely against your ear before gently biting your earlobe. “Listen to how you moan when we push our fingers in at the same time… that’s my girl.”

“Our good girl,” Sam corrected, leaving a small bite along your jawline. “Spread your legs a little wider. We both want to touch you properly.”

“Listen to Sammy and spread them,” Dean added, drawing a sob of pleasure from you. “We want to feel that tight little pussy squeezing around our fingers.”

You knew you were going to come from the unmistakable signs: you were clenching hard around Sam’s fingers like they were an anchor, and a powerful wave of pleasure was rising through your entire body, pulling uncontrollable moans from your throat.

Your body tensed between theirs when you couldn’t hold back a second longer. You came hard, soaking Sam and Dean’s hands all the way to their wrists with your fluids.

You arched against Dean’s chest while Sam attacked one of your breasts with his mouth, determined to draw out your orgasm. His lips closed around your bare nipple beneath your pajama top and licked it up and down, gazing at you with pure devotion.

“That’s it, good girl,” Dean murmured, bringing his wet fingers to your lips and sliding them into your mouth, forcing you to lick up your own mess.

Sam smiled against your skin and scraped the other nipple with his teeth, drawing a whimper from you at the mix of pain and pleasure.

“Our perfect girl,” he whispered at last.

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