#darkdean

Summary: Reader and Dean have a friends with benefits agreement. When the reader gets pregnant Dean makes the mistake of his life…making her leave…

Pairing: former Dean x Reader, Sam, OMC Josephine (JoJo)

Warnings: language, sad reader, daddy!Dean, break-up

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 Leaving the house Dean takes the lead, as always…

“Okay Sammy is going to drive your car while you and my daughter come with me.” Dean orders.

“I don’t think the baby seat will fit in the Impala.” You lie. “And we don’t have the time to…”

“Fine, Sam will drive the Impala and I’ll drive your ‘mommy’ car.” Dean says blowing his nose at the sight of your comfortable ‘soccer mom car’.

“Hey, it’s safe and has a lot of space.” You scold, trying to defend your car.

“Don’t care, it’s ugly as hell!” Dean insists.

“Well Jojo comes first so I needed a safe car, not a pretty one.” Tossing the bags in your trunk Dean looks at your angry face. Feeling guilty he dares not to say another word.

Holding your daughter tight you try to open the door of your car right when you see six of your neighbours surrounding you and the Winchesters.

“Boys…I don’t think they are here to say goodbye.” You whisper, pressing your daughter even closer to your body.

“Get in the car with Josephine and lock the doors.” Dean orders. Shaking your head you place your daughter in her baby seat. Closing the doors you lock the car.

“What did I tell you?” Dean yells.

“The car is warded, no entrance for demons. Six demons are a bit too much, even for two Winchesters.” You state.

“You’re out of business.” Sam says.

“Yes, but not out of training!” You grunt.

“Huh?” Dean wonders.

“I needed to defend my child, so I’m still in training!”

Tighten the grip around your angel blade you start drawing a salt circle.

“Keep them busy I’ll exorcise them.” You whisper.

Reading the exorcism you keep an eye on your daughter while Dean stands next to your car, making sure no demon comes close to it.

 Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus,

omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii,

omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica.

Ergo draco maledicte et omnis legio diabolica adjuramus te.

Cessa decipere humanas creaturas

eisque aeternae Perditionis venenum propinare.

Vade, Satana, inventor et magister

omnis fallaciae, hostis humanae salutis.

Humiliare sub potenti manu dei, contremisce et effuge,

invocato a nobis sancto et terribili nomine, quem inferi tremunt.

Ab insidiis diaboli, libera nos, Domine.

Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus,

omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii,

omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica.

Ergo draco maledicte et omnis legio diabolica adjuramus te.

Cessa decipere humanas creaturas,

eisque aeternae Perditionis venenum propinare.

Ut Ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias

libertate servire te rogamus, audi nos.

  Black smoke leaves your neighbours body’s while you run toward your car to check on your scared little daughter.

Crying she holds out her hands, taking her out of her baby seat your try to calm her down.

“Is she alright?” Dean asks concerned.

“No, of course not she’s four years old and saw things even an adult would not understand.” You whisper.

Looking at Dean Josephine holds her hands out sobbing. “Dadda, dadda.” She cries out.

Looking confused Dean doesn’t know what to do.

“She wants you to protect her. She saw you standing next to the door of my car to not let anyone get close to her.” You say.

“Oh, sure. Wait. Sammy take the angel blade.” Dean says before taking his daughter out of your hands. Trying to sooth her he hums an AC/DC song.

Sighing at the picture in front of you, you throw your other bags into Dean’s Impala. Realizing you forgot something important your run back into the house.

“What? Wait!” Sam calls after you. Grabbing your jacket and the photo albums along with some more toys tossed into a bag you emerge from your house.

“Forgot Jojo’s baby pictures.” You say putting the precious albums into the backseat of the Impala.

Smiling Sam takes the rest of your belongings out of your hands and nods at Dean.

Carefully placing his daughter in the baby seat Dean tries to close the 3-point belt and fails. Cursing he fumbles at it while Jojo is giggling.

“Let me do it Winchester.” You say softly shoving him aside. “Just like that.” You show Dean how to use the belt.

“Oh, looks so easy when you do it.” He stammers.

Taking a fluffy blanket you cover your daughter with it. Handling Jojo her favourite plush toy you gently stroke her cheek, kissing her forehead.

“So Josephine?” He asks.

“Ellen and Jo were close friends. Jo and I always stayed in contact until…”

“Sam and I got her killed…” Dean whispers.

“She and Ellen wanted to help to defeat Lucifer. Hunters die, that’s just like it is.”

“Can we go? Or do you need something else? We can’t come back for awhile.” Dean says.

“No the house was furnished all my belongings are in the bags. The rest is stuff I don’t need.”

Nodding Dean looks at the peacefully sleeping girl in the backseat.

“Oh wait! Almost forgot Mr + Mrs Fluffel!”

“Who?”

“Her guinea pigs.”

“You’ve got pigs?” Dean asks worried.

“Yeah, little guinea pigs. Just a minute.” Running into the house you get the animal cage to put the little pigs in. Throwing some veggies in too you run out of the house.

“You didn’t joke about little pigs.” Dean chuckles.

“Did you think I’ve got a real pig in my house or what?” You scold. Putting the animal cage in the backseat you realize there’s no space left for you. Using the seat belt you secure the cage on the backseat.

Sighing you silently close the door to the backseats. Opening the door Dean waits for you to take place in your former favourite seat. ‘Shotgun’ most of the time you wanted to ride shotgun.

Smiling Dean enters your car to start the engine. Giving you side-glances he hits the road.

“Fasten your seatbelt!” You scold.

“Huh?”

“Just do it! Now that Jojo knows you it would be hard for her to see you dying as you forgot to fasten your seatbelt.” You say not looking at him.

“Is that your mommy tone?” He asks.

“Why?”

“Kinda sounds sexy…” Dean rasps with a low voice. Ignoring the tingling in your body you look out of the window. Saying goodbye to the last four years of your life…

Part V

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Summary: The Mark of Cain turns Dean into someone the reader is afraid of, what happens when Dean crosses a line?

MoC set in Season 10

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam (mentioned)

Warning: language, angst, DarkDean, dubcon, non-con, rough sex, unprotected sex (don’t do this )

You and Sam are walking on eggshells around Dean since months; you try to keep his mood calm, the Mark of Cain makes him aggressive even dangerous; to be honest sometimes Dean frightens you.

Tonight you try to sneak out of the bunker, your best friend (well only friend) is going to get married next week and you’re invited to her bachelorette party. The motto is “black is beautiful”, so you’re wearing a short black dress and matching heels. (Well you don’t wear them yet; you would make to much noise.) Sam wouldn’t mind, but Dean on the other hand would be mad catching you sneaking out late at night.

Now here you are tiptoeing through the library, making your way toward the stairs, silently climbing up, only to find Dean standing in front of the door, arms crossed and he’s pissed, no beyond pissed. ‘Shit.’

“Where do you think you’re going in that outfit?” he grunts.

“I… my friends bachelorette party, you remember, Janet, she’s getting married next week and she invited me, Sam will pick me up tomorrow on his way back to the bunker.” You stammer.

“I don’t think so.” Dean says coming closer and you know he won’t accept any argument.

“Fine, I call Janet to tell her I can’t make it, that I’m sick or whatever. She will be disappointed but…” You can’t finish the sentence as Dean grabs your arm with full force and drags you downstairs.

“Ouch, Dean I’ve already said I’m not leaving, you hurt me, please stop.” You plea.

“Running around in that kind of dress with those shoes, do you think I’m stupid? You wanted to get laid, right? Fucked pretty well – is that what you’ve wanted?” Dean yells, dragging you toward his bedroom.

“What? No, its ladies night, and we didn’t plan something like that, Janet is pregnant, so no alcohol, no men, we meet at her apartment for movies and girl talk.” You stammer.

“Shut up, I know what you want and now you’ll get it; a real man will fuck you tonight, not some douche bag in a bar.” He growls smirking.

 “What, no…I…” you look into his eyes and you know you need to get away from him, he’s in full “Mark of Cain” modus.

But he already pushes you into his room, locking it and then he rips your dress into two halves with all his strength. You shake in fear now, you know you can’t stop him; it’s not that you never wanted him but not like this.

You fantasized half an hour ago under the shower about him, while you were taking care of yourself, but you don’t want this Dean, you want the old Dean.

“Dean, stop, we’re friends, it’s not that I don’t want you but not like this.” You plea.

Dean starts stripping his clothes off, you try to find a way out of the door, but he’s standing in front of it with his full height. He slowly makes his way toward you and cups you face with his hands to kiss you roughly, all teeth and tongue, but he tastes so good and you moan into his mouth. ‘Shit.’

Dean pushes you onto his bed, flipping you onto your stomach and rips your panties down; he moves his long fingers through your folds. “Already wet, little slut?” He grunts.

Of course he doesn’t know anything about your “shower session”, he thinks you’re wet for him and then you can hear him sliding down his boxers. “Dean wait - I’m not wet enough.” You try to stop him, but he’s already pushing in, it doesn’t hurt as you’re still wet but it doesn’t feel like it should feel.

He doesn’t wait for you to adjust to his size, pushing you down with his weight he starts thrusting in a punishing pace. His thrusts are brutal; you can feel him ram his huge cock over and over again into your slick channel.

“Dean not so rough, please, slow down, I can’t…” you plea.

“You wanted to get fucked, now you’re getting fucked.” He grunts grabbing you harshly on your hips and thrusting even harder, almost violently.

“Not like this Dean, please, I want you but I’m getting sore if you keep this pace up.” You beg, tears streaming down your face.

“You won’t argue anymore as soon as you come on my cock.” He yells, still thrusting.

You can feel him brushing over your g-spot but you can’t relax all you can feel is his hard thrusting, his too hard thrusting. No way you’ll come like this.

“Going to make you come so hard, ruining you for any other man.” He grunts.

“I…not like this…I can’t, please, slow down.” You say, but you know he won’t stop until you come undone.

‘I need to fake it.’ You think to yourself.

Dean still thrusts hard into you and you can feel he moves one hand down to your clit. He starts rubbing it, roughly. You decide to fake it, right now. “Oh Dean, yes, so good.” You moan.

“Little slut, knew I can make you come.” Dean growls but he still thrusts hard into your cunt. He moves his hands from your hips to your shoulders pushing you deeper into his mattress then you can feel his thrusts become more erratic after a few more hard thrusts he spills his cum into you.

When he finally pulls out you dare not to move, to afraid he hurts you if you try, but you know you need to get away from him, you need to call Sam, you need to leave.

You can hear Dean picking up his clothes, getting dressed. You try to move but you can feel the soreness in your whole body, your arms and upper body hurt as Dean pushed you down with his full weight and you’re sure you won’t be able to sit or even walk normal as the soreness in your wrecked pussy is almost painful.

You try to get up, make your way to your room and escape the bunker. As soon as you stand in front of the bed, Dean grabs your waist and holds you against his chest. “Where do you think you’re going?” He asks, biting you ear shell.

“I…shower…” is all you get out of your mouth.

“Nope, you’ll stay here, for round two!” Dean states, pushing you back on his bed and then he lies next to you moving his strong arms around your waist.

‘No, no.’ you think to yourself.

 3 hours later

You hoped when he falls asleep you could escape his grip around your waist, but he still keeps you in place. ‘Need to get out of here.’ You think and try to carefully wiggle from his grip.

“Ready for round two?” Dean purrs into your ear.

“No, please, I can’t.” you plea. “You…I’m sore, you’ll hurt me…” you start crying.

“Don’t think so, I made you come, remember?” he states.

“No, you didn’t, I faked it to make you stop, you’ll hurt me.” You stammer.

“You did what?” he yells.

“You didn’t slow down, I wasn’t wet enough, I told you but you didn’t stop. I got sore and I knew you would only stop when you make me come…so I faked it.” You plea.

“No girl ever faked an orgasm with me.” He yells.

“…do you really think a woman will come if you don’t do any foreplay, no prep and give her no time to adjust? You just pushed into me like an animal - I like it rough too, but not like this, you didn’t stop when I asked you to. No woman will come if you ram your cock into her like a sledgehammer. I begged you to slow down as it just didn’t feel good, you didn’t make me feel good.” you sob.

“I … on your back now.” Dean yells.

“Dean, please, not right now, you’ll hurt me.” You sob.

But he doesn’t care he spreads your legs and starts moving his fingers through you folds and you hiss, as you’re oversensitive from his previous assault. He looks up at you and tears are streaming down you face. Dean lowers himself starting to lick through your folds, normally you would’ve enjoyed the feeling of him finally doing this to you, but now you only want him to leave you alone.

“Going to make you come, right now!” Dean grunts.

You know he’s serious he’s hurt in his proud and he won’t stop until you come, he slowly pushes two fingers into you. “Dean, I’m sore, I won’t come, please not today.” You whisper.

He starts circling his tongue around your swollen bud, while curling his fingers into your wet heat. You moan when Dean brushes over your sensitive spot and he grins then Dean starts sucking at your clit while brushing his long fingers over the sweet spot he found. He’s determined, he needs to make you come. You try to relax, try to only feel the pleasure and to ignore the soreness; you know he won’t stop until you sing for him.

Dean replaces his tongue with his thumb, still brushing over the spot inside you. He starts rubbing your clit, slowly and you squirm under his touch. “That’s it come for me now.”

And you do, hoping he’s satisfied, hoping you can get away from him now.

“I knew I can make you come!” He says smirking. “You only needed to relax.”

“I…I’m still sore.” You say.

“Well, let’s see if we can go for…” Dean can’t finish the sentence as his phone starts ringing.

“Sammy! Your car broke? Picking you up, right now? Fine, I’m on my way.” Dean grunts, looking down at you.

“You wait here for me and we finish what we’ve started, but I need to pick up Sam first.” Dean says lowering himself to kiss you softly, he grabs Baby’s keys and leaves the room.

As soon as you can hear Baby’s rumble you slowly get up and open the door. You tiptoe to your room, afraid he might be still around.

When you’re in your room you get dressed as fast as possible, then you grab your duffle bags and pack your stuff, only grabbing the most important things, money, some clothes, your hunter’s journal and some personal things. You still have two hideouts and a storage room with weapons and all kind of needful things.

You grab your car keys and make your way to the garage, throwing your bags into the trunk leaving the bunker.

Pairing (none so far): Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel, Garth, Mentioned: Bobby Singer

MoC set after Season 13

Summary: Years of hunting, sacrifices and losses let the Winchesters drift into darkness. Was their last sacrifice too much or can the reader bring light into their darkened world?

Warnings: Violence, Angst, Language, Kidnapping, Dub!Con (unwanted touching, fingering), Dark!Dean, Dark!Sam

You wake up. Your head is spinning and your jaw feels like…shit…like a wrecking ball hit your head. You look around you’re not at the old factory. Maybe Garth picked you up…no he’s in the hospital…

“Ah, she’s awake!” Dean grunts.

“Dean?”

“You know my name? Who told you who I am?” He asks in an angry tone.

“No one! I’m Y/N! We met at Bobby’s house. The last time we saw each other was six years ago!” you say.

“There were a lot of useless hunters around!” He yells now.

“Why did you hit me? I saved your ass! And where the heck am I!” you yell back.

“That was our hunt! You had no right to disturb us!”

“Disturb? I tried to help! I hunted down three out of seven wolves! But I guess Garth was right. Should have stayed away from the famous Winchesters!” you sass back.

“Helped? I doubt that, Sam and I are capable enough to hunt alone!”

“Fine! Then I hit the road now. Forget you ever met me!” You try to get up but your head is spinning. Two rough hands grabbing your wrists harshly.

“No, no Sweetheart. You’re not going anywhere!” Dean says pinning you back on the bed.

“That’s our secret bat cave and you know now where it is! Can’t let you tell anyone!”

“I didn’t see anything. I was knocked out. Remember?” You say and your brain tells you that they won’t let you go no matter what you say.

“Nope. You play by our rules now. You took our kills. You pay for it!” Dean says smirking, slamming the door shut, locking it from outside.

‘Shit!’ You’re screwed. ‘Okay, focus, Y/N they are hunters! They won’t kill you or would they? They hurt Garth, a former friend…

1 hour later

You look in the mirror and your jaw is black and blue. You carefully touch it. ‘Not broken.’ Thank God. You clean your face, freeing it from the dried blood.

The door slams open. “I checked your purse, you’re a doctor?” Sam asks.

“Yes, I’m…Why?”

“You have to patch us up, now!” He grunts, grabbing your arm with full force.

“Ouch! Okay, no need to hurt me! I’ve got a first aid bag in my car. Or did you leave it at the factory?”

“No, Dean insisted to bring it with us, just like you.” Sam eyes you up, like you’re their prey.

“Stay here, I get the bag. Don’t move or I…” He growls moving toward…well you don’t know where he’s going.

‘Where the fuck am I?’ You wonder, looking around you see shelves with books, tables with reading lamps, laptops. It looks like… a library? But there are bedrooms too… no library? What did Dean say, bat cave?

“Ah, Good Girl! So you can follow orders! Good to know!” Sam says smiling wickedly.

You gulp; you don’t want to know what he means. Your hunter instincts tell you to remain calm and to wait for your chance, but the little girl inside of you is afraid of the two large hunters. They are…evil? No, not evil but they are like…darkened versions of their former selves.

“Dean needs help first!”

You nod. Dean and Sam take their shirts of. ‘Shit!’ If you weren’t afraid of the both of them you would be turned on, you always wondered how they look without a clothes.

“Where’s the wound?” you asks shyly.

“Sam has a huge cut on his back and I got one from my chest” Dean says.

You grab your first aid bag…well a huge duffle bag with medical stuff… wait… I’ve got scissors …in it… and…

“Don’t worry your pretty head; I removed all possible weapons from the bag.” Dean smirks at you.

‘Shit! Did he read my mind?’

“I… I was just looking for some sanitizer; you know to clean the wound!” You lie.

“Really? Shall I believe you? Sam asks, suddenly standing closer next to you. You can feel his breath fanning over your neck.

“Yes, I’m a doctor! I help people. I don’t hurt them.” You say.

“We don’t hurt people either, accept they deserve it.” Dean states.

You gulp. “You need to lie down please, so I can clean the wound and see if it needs stitches.”

“Hey Sammy, we just meet again after 6 years and she already wants to lay down with me!” Dean says wiggling his eyebrows.

“I… no. I need to…” you stammer, face flushed.

You clean the wound, carefully. It needs stitches. Shit. You have to crawl up his body to fix this.

“I… I need to stitch this up; it’s a pretty deep cut.” You whisper.

Dean nods. Smiling… did he smile? No he was smirking.

“You, can you, well spread your legs so I can place my leg between and stitch you up?” you stammer.

“Ah, Sweetheart, isn’t it your job to spread your legs for us?” Dean asks smirking again.

‘Wait…what did he say…and did he say us?’

“In your dreams Winchester, I need to stitch this up or you will loose more blood!” You sass back.

Suddenly Sam grabs your hair harshly. “Firstly you don’t talk back, you do as we say. Secondly no tricks!”

“Ouch!” you scream, nodding.

You crawl between Deans legs to have a better position to stitch his wound. And oh god his cock is hard, you can feel “it” poking into your leg. You take a deep breath. “This is going to hurt like a bitch!” You say.

Dean nods. You begin stitching him up and he doesn’t move a muscle. ‘Does he even feel pain?’ you wonder.

“Years of getting hurt. One day you don’t feel anything, anymore.” Dean says, you can almost hear sadness in his voice.

“I see.” You say smiling at him, caressing his now closed wound with your index finger.

He looks up at you with a puzzled expression.

You realize what you did…what to say? ”Does this hurt, is the stitch to taut?” You ask, bandaging the wound.

“No, perfect, maybe you’ll get a reward later.” He says in a husky tone.

“I… I need to stitch up Sam, now.” You say.

You move toward Sam looking at his back. He’s too tall you can’t reach the wound.

“Can you sit down? I… I’m too short. I can’t reach the wound on your back.”

He takes place on the bed and you’re kneeling behind him. Cleaning his wound carefully, just like Deans. He makes a noise…did he just moan? No, you must misheard that.

“Sam, I need to stitch this up too. Can you lie on your stomach? It’s easier for me to stitch you up that way.”

“Well, I would prefer you lying on your stomach and I take care of you, but let’s start with stitching me up.” Sam grunts, your eyes widen at his words.

You start stitching up his wound, just like Dean he doesn’t react to the pain. ‘Can they feel anything?’ Lost in your thoughts you overhear Dean’s words…

“Hey, if someone TAKES CARE of her it’s me. You wanted to leave her behind.” Dean growls.

You can feel Sam tense. Before you can react he jumps up, what causes you to fall out of the bed smashing your head hard against the nightstand. “Ouch!” is all you can say and the lights go out again.

1 hour later

You wake up and well your legs are naked? Why are you legs naked? You can feel a hand moving over your legs, higher to your tights…You open you eyes and see Dean.

He’s smirking down at you. “Told ya, I give you a reward.”

You try to push his hand away. Suddenly he seems angry. “Well, I tried to be a gentleman, but…”

“Gentleman? Beating me up? Kidnapping me? And now I’m suddenly half naked and you’re touching me!” you yell.

“Yep. I was a gentleman, but now I take what I want!” He crawls up your body and pins your wrists up your head with one hand, moving one of his legs between yours. Your try to wiggle your body but he’s too strong, to heavy. He moves the other hand between your legs and starts moving toward your mound. He slides his rough fingers through your folds.

“Dean, stop!”

“Really? But why are you so wet, Sweetheart?” He asks.

“I…please don’t, do this Dean.” You plea.

He circles his fingers through your folds. Slowly pushing two digits into your wet heat, thrusting in and out while rubbing your clit. He’s curling his fingers until he finds your sweet spot and you cry out.

“Ah, there it is. You like that, right?” Dean continues pumping his fingers in and out and rubs your clit even harsher. You don’t want to come but he knows what he’s doing. Dean’s brushing over your sweet spot over and over again, while rubbing your clit harshly; you can’t stop it and come undone

He retreats his fingers and tries to spread your legs for him. You start sobbing.

“Dean, please. Not like this. Please. You’re not a monster. You’re a good man, you’re not a rapist. Please don’t do this.”

He looks up at you with his green eyes and sees your terrified look. Suddenly he realizes that you don’t want this, you’re really afraid of him. He releases your hands and backs up.

“I…I’m sorry…I.” he stammers, running out of the room.

Dean runs down the hallway and crashes into Sam. “Dude, are you drunk?” Sam jokes, looking at his brother’s face he knows something’s off.

“What happened saw a ghost?” Then he hears you crying. “Dean, what have you done? Did you hit her again? The first time you wanted to knock her out and the second time was an accident, well my fault. But there’s…” Sam can’t finish the sentence.

“I didn’t hit her…” Dean stammers.

“And why is she crying, that’s not the way to win her over for us, ya know! You wanted company, a “roommate”, maybe more.” Sam states.

“I…when she touched my wound, no caressed my wound, I felt something for the first time in years!”

“I know, Dean me too, but we need to be careful, I mean we kidnapped her, you hit her, not a way to ask her to help us with…you know.”

“I couldn’t stop, I needed to touch her. After she touched my wound, I thought, she wanted me to touch her too.” Dean says casting his look down.

“Dean! Don’t tell me. Don’t tell me you did…did you force her to something? Don’t tell me you raped her! Cause then I’m going to beat the shit out of you.” Sam yells.

“NO! I didn’t. But I kinda made her come on my fingers. And if she wouldn’t have begged me to stop, Sammy, I don’t know. She was terrified, but she said I’m a good man. But, I look in the mirror and I hate what I see.” Dean says sadly.

“Shit, Dean…that’s no better. You forced her to something she didn’t want to do.”

“I see if I can calm her down.” Sam says.

“You scared her too, the whole time. I guess we need to give up. We can’t…” Dean can’t finish the sentence.

He sees you standing in the hallway, shaken, tears streaming down your face. Your jaw and your left eye are black and blue.  

“Do you want to kill me now?” You ask.

“No, no, Baby Girl, no. Look, I’m sorry. I thought you wanted me to touch you. I’ll never do it again.” Dean pleas.

“I wanted you to touch me? When a woman says NO, she means NO, even if Dean Winchester is touching her!” you yell.

Pairing (none so far): Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel, Garth

MoC set after Season 13

Summary: Years of hunting, sacrifices and losses let the Winchesters drift into darkness. Was their last sacrifice too much or can the reader bring light into their darkened world?

Warnings: Violence, Language, Dark!Dean, Dark!Sam

 “When did the Winchesters loose their way?”

“Why can’t I make them see they’re drifting into darkness? Every day, they drift into darkness even more. They still hunt, but just for fun. No family business, no saving people, only hunting things, even torturing them. Maybe I need to end them? Or maybe I need to send them a ray of light.” Castiel thinks to himself.

 2 weeks later

“Y/N, it’s a pack of werewolves, bad wolves, not nice guys like me and my family.” Garth explains.

“Got it Garthie, going to hit the road and be there in 5 hours. Don’t worry I’ve got it. I know how hard it is for you to hunt…well some of your own kind. But as you said they’re the bad guys.” You say.

“Alright, you can come around my place and I’ll give you all information I’ve got. But you should know someone already killed on of the wolves.”

“Shit! Another hunter, maybe? Someone in town, you’ve noticed? ”

“Haven’t heard anything, normally they would call me, asking for help or backup!” Garth says.

“Yeah, stupid move, now the wolves are warned. Anyways I’m on my way. Be careful Garth!” You hang up, shaking your head. ‘Idjits! How can someone only take one pack member down?’

5 hours later

You park you car in front of Garth’s house, something’s off, no lights. He said he’ll wait for me, his family isn’t around but he should be here. You grab your gun out of your bag, making your way to the front door. ‘Shit!’ The door is smashed. You hear someone groan in pain.

You make your way into the house. Garth! He’s lying on the floor, his face is bloody. His leg has an unnatural angle.

“What happened?”

“Winchesters! They wanted to know were the pack is. They thought we belong to them!” Garth says his voice full of pain.

“Winchesters? Sam and Dean Winchester? I thought they are dead. And weren’t they your friends?” You ask. Why should a hunter, hurt another hunter? Yes, Garth is a wolf now, but he’s still a hunter.

“Shit! I guess they killed the other wolf. I’m going to call the ambulance, hold on, Garth!”You grab your phone and dial 911.

“Y/N, I know where the pack is, I located it outside the town in an old factory, 5 or more wolves. I guess the Winchesters are already there. But…you know… they are not the men they used to be. I didn’t want to believe the rumours but now…I see what the other hunters mean.” Garth explains.

“Okay, got it. They ambulance will be there in 10 minutes, Garth. Got to hit the road to kill the pack.”

“Maybe, you should stay away and let them have their way, they are dangerous. All other hunters refuse to work with them, too many were killed, as they don’t care about their partners or victims or rules!”

“But they are still hunters and 5 or more wolves are too much to handle alone, even for two Winchesters!” You say.

You make your way back to your car. ‘Is Garth right or they no longer the men you used to know, you used to love?’

You haven’t seen the Winchesters since… wow…6 years. Maybe they have changed, but…

1 hour later

Two down. Six two go…

You arrived just in time; the brothers are surrounded by six more wolves. You take another one down with you silver bullets, Sam and Dean take down four more. The last one tries to attack Dean from behind. The Winchesters are so engrossed reloading their guns they don’t recognize the last one, but you already aim your gun shooting him, he goes down. ‘Jackpot.’ You squeal.

Now the brothers look into you direction. Surprised to see you, Dean walks toward you. ‘Did they overlook me before?’ You wonder, suddenly you feel pain shooting through your jaw.’

Part 14 – Hurt

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader, Castiel, Mentioned: Claire Novak, Charlie Bradbury, Jody Mills

Warnings: language, sadness, angst, violence, smut, rough sex, dub!con (maybe?), unprotected sex (don’t do this at home), injured reader, use of safe word, characters death, Dark Dean

Set in Season 10; MoC, I don’t exactly follow the timeline or plot of the show.

Ah, the plot is back, welcome back plot…but there’s smut too…a bit

 1 month later

“Sam? Where’s Dean?”

“In his room.” Sam says.

“Okay, what happened? Is it the Mark again? Tell me now.” You say.

“When we rescued Claire with Castiel, Dean he… the men attacked him and he killed them all.” Sam says sad.

“He killed them all?” you stammer. “I need to talk to him.”

You walk slowly toward Dean’s room, knocking and entering before he can answer. He sits on the floor his head in his hands. You can see he’s suffering. “Y/N, please leave I don’t want to hurt you!” Dean says not looking at you.

“Dean you would never hurt me. You’re a good person. It’s the Mark not you.” Sitting on the floor next to him, you lean your head against his shoulder.

2 Months later

“Y/N, its Sam. You need to come back from Jody’s place. It’s Charlie. She…she’s dead.” Sam says and you can hear him sob.

“What, how, this can’t be. Why?” you stammer.

“It’s my fault. The book of damned. I tried… The Mark… She helped me and… the Steins they killed her. Dean he’s furious, he won’t talk to me, he needs you. We need you.”

“I’m on my way.” You say already packing your stuff.

2 days later

You watch Charlie’s body burning. You can’t believe it. She was so innocent, so sweet and now she’s gone…

“You know, it should be you up there, not her.” Dean says to Sam walking away.

“Sam, he doesn’t mean it, you know that, right?” You say softly, hugging Sam tight. “You tried to help him and Charlie too. She knew the risk but she was willing to try it for Dean and you.”

When you come back to the bunker Dean’s gone. “Shit, he’s going after the Stein’s I bet.” Sam says.

“What shall we do? What shall we do?” You ask sobbing.

“I don’t know… we try to contact Cas maybe he can find Dean before he can…” You hug Sam tight.

2 Days later

“Y/N, its Castiel. I’m at the Stein’s house… Dean he…he killed them all. It’s a massacre…” Castiel says sad.

“Cas, can you go back to the bunker, maybe he shows up there. Sam and I are checking out some of other leads.” You say softly, tears streaming down your face. “Dean” you sigh.

1 week later

“How could he hurt Cas? How could he? He almost killed him. He killed that boy too.” You say to yourself.

But you’re on your way… you found him, you need to help him. Sam said you shall stay away, but you can’t. It’s Dean, you can help him. He needs you. “It’s my fault, I asked Cas to go to the bunker.”

You knock at the motel room. Waiting… hoping. He opens the door. “What do you want? Did Sam send you? Does he want you dead too?” He barks.

“No… no. I… wanted to see you. I want to help you, Dean. Please, let me help you.” You plea.

“You want to help me? Fine.” He grabs your arm harshly, dragging you into his room. Slamming the door shut. “Ouch, Dean.”

“Shut up.” With that he rips your blouse open. “Dean not so rough!” you plea.

“Get undressed now.” He growls.

You panic, shall you follow his order? Fear… is that fear? But its Dean he would never hurt you. Right? He never hurt you before, not even as a demon.

“Okay.” You stammer, slowly undressing yourself.

When you down to your underwear he grabs you by your arm again throwing you on the bed.

He walks toward the bed undressing himself on his way.

Then he’s hovering over you. Ripping your panties off your body. “Spread, whore!”

He never called you like that, you feel tears streaming down your face.

Then he’s between your legs. Moving his fingers through your folds. “Ah, you’re wet for me, like the good slut you are. Well that’s the only thing you’re good for after all.” With that he harshly pushes two fingers inside you. You’re torn between the want to help Dean and being afraid of him.

He keeps on pushing his fingers in and out rubbing your clit harshly until you come undone. When you’re wet enough for his taste he lines himself up with your entrance and pushes in, starting to thrust in a punishing pace.

He was never so rough. It doesn’t hurt, because you’re wet enough, but it doesn’t feel good. This isn’t your loving Dean, he’s primal, he only wants to get off, nothing more. He doesn’t look you in the eyes, thrusting hard, harder then ever before. It’s like he wants to punish you for being here, for loving him.

“Fuck, little wet slut, gonna cum.” Dean grunts, spilling his cum into you, he didn’t even wait for you to come too.

He gets up and starts redressing, throwing your clothes at you.

“Now, out of my room, whore!” He yells.

You try to get up but he grabs your arm, you’re not fast enough for him. “Get dressed and go!”

You nod, sobbing, tears falling down your cheeks. You try to get dressed as fast, as you possible.

“Dean, please let Sam and me help you.” You plea.

“Don’t need your or Sam’s help, go and fuck my baby brother, I’m done with you.”

“But…we” that was a mistake. He’s suddenly full of rage. He slaps your face. Your lip starts bleeding. “Dean, stop, please!”

But he towers over you throwing you against the wall. He grabs your wrists. “Want more? Shall I fuck you again, whore?”

“No, Batman!” you scream.

The safe word seems to work he let’s go of your wrists, but then he grabs one wrist with full force, twisting it. You can hear the bone break; you scream in pain, Dean smiles wickedly. “Got enough?” He asks.

You nod, shaken in fear now. “Good, now out!” He orders.

You run out of the room, calling Sam. “Sam, can you…Dean he…hurt me. I think he broke my …”

“Y/N, I’ll be right there. I told you to stay away from him!” You start sobbing. “Baby, I’m sorry, I didn’t… I’ll be right there.”

2 hours later

You’re at the hospital with Sam. You were right you have a spiral fracture at your spoke. They had to stitch your lip up too. Your back is black and blue and you’ve got bruises all over your body.

Sam is furious, wants to go after Dean, but he knows you need him. You didn’t tell him about…well the sex. You didn’t tell him that Dean treated you like a common whore. You didn’t tell him you had to use your safe word to avoid second “round”.

“Sam, I think we can’t safe him this time. He killed that boy. He killed all those people. He tried to kill Cas and now…he… he…I think he would’ve killed me too.” You say sobbing. You lost your hope to safe the man you love.

“Y/N, Baby don’t give up.” Sam pleas, caressing your cheek with his thumb.

“Sam, he hurt me! Me! He never hurt me before. He hurt me.” You start crying again.

Summary: The Mark of Cain turns Dean into someone the reader is afraid of, what happens when Dean crosses a line?

MoC set in Season 10

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Broken Trust Part 1 (smut; dubcon!)

Broken Trust Part 2

Summary: Years of hunting, sacrifices and losses let the Winchesters drift into darkness. Was their last sacrifice too much or can the reader bring light into their darkened world?

Pairing: Dean x Reader x Sam

Darkened Part 1

Darkened Part 2 (dubcon!)

Darkened - Part 3

Darkened - Part 4

Darkened - Part 5

Darkened Part 6 (smut)