#dean xreader

“Because we can’t go undercover to a gala in jeans sweetheart. Besides, you’ll look hot in it.” He said with a wink.

With a big sigh you moved to your bed to retrieve the dress. “Fine! But if I need to run from the shifter that will be impossible, especially with these heels!”

“Don’t worry Y/n, I’ll have your back. Now get dressed! We’re already late.” He left the room with that.

You put on the dress. It was a satin dark green dress with a deep cleavage, an open back and a thigh slit. It was a beautiful dress but you would never have chosen it, a little too open for your comfort, but Dean said this was the dress code. You had to play your part and now that you had it on, you must admit, it looks good.

You put on your matching heels and slipped the silver knife in your thigh holster under your dress. You were ready to go. You made your way to the garage where Dean was waiting. Your heels echoed on the concrete floor.

“Finally! I thou-“ he stopped mid-sentence as his eyes slowly traveled up your exposed leg, over to your deep cleavage, you saw him swallow hard and his pupils widened. With a proud smirk you walked around the car to step into the passenger side.

“You were saying?” you asked as he took place behind the wheel, his eyes still feasting on you.

“Y-you look gorgeous, sweetheart.” He stuttered.

“Well you don’t look so bad yourself, handsome.” You winked at him.

You and Dean had been friends for quite a while, you two flirted a lot, but it never went further then that.

“Ready?” he asked.

“As ever” You said.

You arrived at the party about 20 minutes later, Dean had refused to put baby up for valet, and considering it was hard if you needed a fast escape, he parked a little further down the road and you walked until the mansion.

You were looking for a shifter that impersonated rich people, it had killed five people already. You and Dean would pretend to be Mister and Misses Goldberg, while Sam would sneak inside to look at the camera’s.

Dean wrapped his arm around your waist as you neared the entrance.

“You got your knife?” he whispered in your ear, his deep voice sent shivers down your spine.

“Yes” you answered him.

Dean guided you inside, his hands placed on your lower back, sending electricity straight to your core.

God you were never gonna survive this night.

He picked up some champagne from a waiter and handed you a glass.

“Guys? Clink your glasses if you can hear me.” Sam said through the earpiece both you and Dean wore.

You lifted your glass and clinked with Dean as he winked at you.

“Okay good, I haven’t spotted him yet so do your thing, mingle with the crowd and do not blow your cover. They have the cops on stand bye because of the recent murders.” Sam warned both you and Dean.

“Mingle is our specialty.” Dean said as he put both your glasses down and took your hand to guide you to the dance floor.

“I thought you didn’t dance?” you put your right hand in his and your left on his shoulder. He put his free hand on your waist.

“I do, on occasions” he started to sway you to the music. For a big guy he sure was light on his feet.

“Tell me, where did you learn to dance like this, Dean?” you looked up at him, into his beautiful emerald eyes.

“I dated a tango teacher once, she showed me some moves” he grinned.

“Of course you did” you chuckled, trying to ignore the pang of jealousy. “You’re very good.” You complimented him.

“Why thank you my lady, you haven’t stepped on my toes so you’re okay too” you could feel his chest rumble under your hand as he chuckled.

His hand on your waist pulled your closer, his fingers touched the bare skin of your back, dipping slightly beneath the fabric to touch the dimples above your butt. You looked at him and felt your cheeks reddening.

“You look beautiful Y/n” he told you, his eyes not looking into yours but aimed slightly lower.

“Thank you.” You whispered back. He dipped his head lower, tilted it to the side as you felt his breath fan over your lips. You took in a shaky exhale, going on your tip toes as your hand shifted from his shoulder to the side of his neck.

“Guys! It’s upstairs! Go now!” Sam yelled through your earpiece, totally ruining the moment…

Dean shortly nodded towards the camera and guided you both off of the dance floor.

‘Damnit Sammy, you are a cock block!’ you thought to yourself as you and Dean sneaked your way up the stairs.

Once you were the behind the corner and out of sight from everyone, you pulled your knife from your thigh holster.

You saw Dean pulling one from his ankle, his butt on nice display in front of you when he bent to take it. He really was perfect in every way.

“He’s in the last room on your right.” Sam instructed.

You put your hand on Dean’s arm and whispered. “Let me”

You went in front of him and tucked your knife away, patted your dress down and went in the room.

“Oh! Sorry, I must have the wrong room!” you giggled at the shifter, a stumble in your step to appear drunk. “I was looking for the bathroom.”

The shifter smiled at you and stepped closer. “Well ain’t you a sight for sore eyes? What’s your name, sugar ?”

“Y/n” you answered him in a sultry voice.

“Mh pretty name for a pretty lady. I’ll show you the bathroom, sugar.” He put his hand on your lower back and opened the door, his hand instantly dropped lower to grope your ass.

“HEY!” Dean yelled as came from the hall into the room and punched him in the throat, making the shifter stumble back inside. You quickly closed the door behind you to cancel out the noise.

“Hands off, dickbag!” Dean had him pinned to the floor, groaning loud as he punched the shifter in the face over and over again before finishing it off with a silver knife to its heart.

He stood up, his chest heaving as adrenaline pumped through his veins from the kill.

“Well that worked out perfectly, we just have to hide the body.” You stepped closer and lifted the legs to pull it into a closet and shut the door. “There, problem solved!”

When you turned around to walk out of the room you bumped into Dean’s chest.

“Never do that again” he said in a deep voice.

“Do what?” you asked him.

“Go inside with a shifter and no plan!”

“Dean, I knew you had my back and I had my knife, we just needed a distraction, so I gave one.”

He stepped closer to you, you walked back until your back hit the wall.

“He touched you.” He said, his voice deep. He was so close, you could feel the heat coming off of his chest.

“He did, but you killed him” you whispered, the tension weighing heavy in the room.

His hands came to your waist and slipped down and back to your butt. You gasped as he squeezed both your ass cheeks firmly in his big hands.

“This dress Y/n…” he groaned as he buried his face in your neck, “You’ve been driving me crazy all night.”

Your hand cupped the back of his head and you arched your neck, giving him more access to kiss it. You moaned as he pressed his hips into yours, you could feel his hard cock rubbing against you.

“F-Fuck Dean… you’re hard?” you wrapped one leg around his hips, pulling him closer so he could rub against your core.

“Hell yeah I am, you look gorgeous” he kisses down your neck to your chest, tugging the dress aside to kiss at your breast, chuckling when he saw your nipple sticker. “Is that a nipple sticker?”

“I didn’t have a bra for this, I had to improvise!” you told him.

He hummed in understandment and used his teeth to peel it off and locked his lips around the sensitive bud. Sucking on it.

“F-Fuck Dean… I want you. Now” you moaned as you fisted his hair.

His hand opened his pants as he kept his lips around your nipple, as soon as his pants was open he picked you up by the thighs. You wrapped your legs around his waist and tugged at his hair so you could kiss him. your hand slipped down his white shirt to grasp his hard cock. Pumping it slowly.

He growled into your mouth, teeth nipping at your bottom lip. “Put me inside now” he groaned into your mouth.

You moved your panties to the side and put his cock at your entrance, he slowly pushed inside you, stretching you open around his thick girth.

You arched your back and let your head fall back against the wall. “Fuuck… y-you’re so big.”

His hands tightened on the back of your thighs as he pushed all the way in, your clit against his pelvis as he started to grind into you.

“Graaah sweetheart… you’re so tight.” He panted in your neck, tongue licking and teeth biting at your pulse point.

“Fuck me Dean. Hard.” Tugging at his hair you made him look at you.

He pulled all the way out and slammed back in. Your butt bounced against the wall with his powerful thrusts, the pictured frame that hung next to your head fell down, but neither you nor Dean cared. All you cared about was his cock deep inside your pussy.

“You’re so wet, I can feel you dripping down my balls baby.” He groaned and looked down at where he disappeared into you. “You’re creaming all over my cock baby… fuck you feel amazing.”

You tugged at his tie to loosen it, kissing his neck, sucking a hickey. You moved up his neck to his stubbled jaw, loving the tingly sensation it gave you.

“D-Dean… I’m close. G-gonna come.” You moaned, head back, clinging to his broad shoulders.

“Come for me Y/n. Clench my cock baby.” He went even harder. Pounding you into the wall, he was starting to lose his rhythm, his hands grasped you harder, no doubt leaving bruises.

You tugged hard at his hair as you came around his cock, soaking his pants as your arousal gushed out of you.

“DEAN FU-“ he clasped his hand over your mouth to keep you quiet. His own eyes rolled back in his head and his hips jerked into you as he filled you with his warm cum. His jaw clenched and he growled loud with his mouth closed, trying to keep quiet.

“Fuck Y/n!” he whisper yelled as he looked down at his cock buried deep inside you. “You made quite a mess sweetheart.” He chuckled as he looked at his soaked pants and the puddle on the floor.

“I… I never did that before” you panted, “Fuck Dean that was… a-amazing.” You cupped his cheek and unwrapped your legs from his waist as he pulled out and slipped your panties back in place. He kept his hands on your waist, your legs still trembled from the mind-blowing orgasm.

“Guys… you really need to go, also next time… please take out your earpieces. This was… awkward.” Sam said in your ear.

You felt your face heat up. “S-sorry Sam…” you said and looked around for a camera in the room.

“You didn’t see my girl, right?” Dean asked.

“Hell no. I shut off the camera, but yeah, I am still scarred for life.” He said.

“Good.” Dean said.

You and Dean took off the ear pieces and made your way out of the room. He still had his arm around your waist to keep you up right. You took the back entrance out. With your wobbling legs and Deans’ stained pants, people didn’t even need to think about what happened.

You walked out and to the impala. You both got inside.

“So, I’m your girl huh?” you asked him with a smirk.

He started the engine and pulled you closer, putting his hand on your thigh. “Hell yes you are.”

“We should have done this undercover thing way sooner.” You chuckled as he kissed your cheek and drove home.

“Hey,” said Jensen. He leaned over the back of the lounger in the home office, resting his chin on top of your head. “Whatcha reading?”

“Fanfic,” you said, scrolling up on your tablet a smidge.

“Is it that smutty one that you sent me yesterday that has that epic cliffhanger?” he asked. “I’m still waiting for that chick to update.”

“Patience is a virtue. And no, this is a short story,” you said, bookmarking it when you got to the bottom. Jensen plucked it out of your hands before you knew it though and quickly was frowning. 

“This is a finale rewrite,” he said, handing it back to you. “You still pissed over that ending huh.”

“Not as pissed as I was. But I just won’t ever like it. I just...don’t like to think that Dean never really got to live a normal safe life. It wasn’t fair to him.”

“No it wasn’t. I wish he got better,” he said. He smiled and sat down beside you, taking out his phone. He tapped for a moment before showing it to you, a mostly black image on the screen but a few words making your eyes widen. “Back in Black. I thought it was a fitting title for the reboot.”

“They’re remaking the show already?” you said. You scowled and he started to laugh. “It’s been less than a-“

“My reboot. Our reboot. Honey ain’t nobody else gonna do my boy justice,” he said. You took the phone out of his hands and stared at the image longer.

“Is that a devil’s trap in the fading?” you asked. He hummed and took the phone back. “Wait. I-”

“That’s enough spoilers for one day,” he said. He kissed your temple and you stood up, Jensen already heading out of the room. “So glad I didn’t tell you about Dean’s girlfriend.”

“Dean’s getting a girlfriend!” you said, bouncing up and down on your toes. “Like, a real relationship?”

“Maybe,” he said with a big ass smirk. “It’s all in pre-production right now. A select few are brainstorming ideas. But I’m not telling you more. I want you to be spoiler free and enjoy it like everybody else.”

“Spoiler free didn’t work out so well last time,” you said. He shrugged and rocked back on his heels. “Alright, alright. Spoiler free.”

“Awesome. Oh. I gotta duck out for like the rest of the day. I’ll catch you tonight,” he said. 

“Uh,” you said, Jensen already gone. He headed upstairs and you looked around, trying to figure out what prank he was pulling on you today. Nothing seemed off and by the time you were upstairs and getting to your bedroom door, Jensen was stepping out in a different flannel and t shirt. “I mean I don’t mind if you have plans for the day. I-“

“I don’t got any plans sweetheart,” he said.

“You just said-“

“Who just said?” You raised an eyebrow, taking a beat for it all to click. That specific flannel with that specific shirt. That specific slight drop in his voice. 

“Jensen.”

“Yeah he’s gonna be back later. He said you get me today to do with as you please,” he smirked. 

“Jens-”

“Shh, don’t worry, I’ll take very good care of you.” He pressed a finger to your lips and pecked a quick kiss to your cheek. You stared at him and he clasped his hands behind his back, twirling his hips as he stood in place.

“Dean.”

“Yes?” he asked. 

“So you’re Dean today,” you said. He hummed and nodded, lifting up onto his tip toes and falling back down. “And I can do whatever I want to you.”

“Yup,” he said, popping his p.

“Alright, Dean. How you still alive after that finale? Something to do with Back in Black I heard?” You grinned and he narrowed his eyes, a sliver of Jensen coming through.

“Oh that’s on a need to know basis sweetheart. Just know I ain’t gone anywhere,” he said. “Alive and kicking. You gonna play it that way today cause our mutual friend gave me permission to do as I please too if you start acting up.”

“Dean, sweetie,” you said. “You’re an even bigger bottom than Jensen. Let’s not pretend you aren’t.”

You patted his ass as you walked past, humming and slipping out of the room. 

“Come on Dean. I have things I want to do with you today.”

“Oh Dean,” you called from where you lounged in your chair beside the pool. Dean waggled a few fingers from where he floated around on a mat in the water, eyes shut behind a pair of sunglasses. “Would you like to order some sandwiches for lunch? It’s supposed to rain soon.”

“Alright,” he said with a stretch.

“Head on up to the bathroom for me. I’ll be there in just a minute,” you said. He hummed and rolled off the float, swimming and dragging along the mat until he took it out and tossed it in the pool toy box tucked against the fence. He headed inside wrapped in his towels while you picked up a few things. You stopped in the kitchen and put in an order for an hour from then, heading on upstairs, the house darker with the clouds rolling in.

You found him in the bathroom, swim shorts and towel in the basket, halfway into the shower. A tsk left your lips and he froze, looking back over his shoulder. 

“No, no,” you said. You went to the tub and turned on the water, getting it to a nice temperature and plugging it. Your bathing suit came off and you gathered up his shampoo and conditioner from the shower along with your body wash. “Dean.”

You held out a hand and he took it, allowing you to pull him into the rising water with you, a smidge of Jensen coming through as he realized what you were about to do, an experience he himself had had more than once when he got too stressed out.

“What’s up sweetheart?” he said, leaning closer as if he didn’t already know the answer.

“Close your eyes,” you said. He shut his and you turned him around, sliding him back against your chest. You wrapped one arm around his waist and he let out a sigh. “When’s the last time you took a bath Dean?”

“No idea. Probably a kid,” he said, resting his head back as you started to scoop water up and over his hair to get it wet. “You gonna wash my hair?”

“Yes I am. I like to wash Jensen’s hair sometimes. He’s not so good about relaxing and letting himself be taken care of every once in a while.” He was quiet, humming softly. “He’s better about it lately though.”

“He appreciates it,” he said. You leaned forward and hit off the water, grabbing his shampoo. You squirted some in your hands and put it on his head, working it into a lather. “Feels nice.”

“Good. A spa day never hurt anyone, especially retired hunters,” you said. 

“You know, in the meantime, until you get a confirmation I mean, I think you should consider me alive and well.”

“Oh really? So what are you up to these days then?” you said, giving his scalp a good scrub that made him hum deeply.

“Been hanging with my boy a lot. Driving around. Golfing. Swimming. Boating. Concerts. He really loves you. He loves me too.”

“He’s pretty great,” you said.

“What about you sweetheart? You love me?”

“Yes I do.” You kissed his cheek and smiled. “What about you? You interested in any-“

“Sh. Back to bath cuddling,” he said. 

“Alright Dean. Whatever you want today.”

“You have some pretty nice cuddles I gotta say,” he said late that night as you lay in bed together. His head was resting on your shoulder, arm over your waist. “Thanks for today. Never really got to have a girl to take care of me before.”

“I’m always here if you ever want that again. Until you can get a girlfriend in the future at least,” you said.

“I’ll take you up on that. I’m always here if you need me too sweetheart,” he said.

“Okay,” you said, kissing his temple. “Tell Jensen thanks for today.”

“I will. I’ll see you around soon. Later sweetheart,” he said, lifting his head and giving you a soft, slow kiss. 

“Later Dean,” you said. You closed your eyes and heard him shift on the bed. “Hi Jensen.”

“Hi honey. How was your day?” he asked.  

“Good,” you said, smushing your face into his chest. “I love you so much.”

“Take care of our boy?” he asked.

“Jay.”

“I know you did. I don’t know about you but I’m beat after that day of pampering,” he said.

“Honey. Thanks for that,” you said.

“I did it for him too,” he said. You hugged him and he returned it, snuggling into your side. “Night sweetheart.”

“Night Jens. And Dean.”

Hurt flashed in Dean’s eyes at your words; so clear and obvious, you did a double take.

“I’m not running away. Just headed to that cabin in Montana to clear my head,” you breathed out.

“Why?” One word. Of course, he wasn’t going to beat around the bush. Not Dean- straight to the point- Winchester. “Why’d you need to clear your head?”

I love you, Dean. I love you and I can’t go on pretending that I don’t.

“Last case... it got to me.” You gulped, blinking rapidly. “I just- I need some time off.”

Dean huffed out a breath. You watched as he pushed himself out of the chair and came to stand right in front of you. His warm breath caressed your face as he whispered, “You wanna drive up to that cabin? Then do it. But don’t lie about why you’re doing it... I know you, Y/N/N.”

Something inside you snapped. Glaring at Dean, the words slipped past your lips. “If you know me that well, why can’t you see the obvious, Dean?”

His eyes, those beautiful green eyes regarded you with so much tenderness, in that moment, you were convinced that he knew. 

Oh, God, he knows.

Bile rose to your throat, mind jumping to the obvious conclusion- Dean must’ve always known how hopelessly you loved him and all these years he’d been enduring that discomfort, the absolute unease of living through your unrequited love.

You couldn’t get out of there faster. As you made a move to leave, Dean blocked your path. “You’re not going anywhere until you tell me why you’re leaving.” 

Trapped between the wall and Dean’s body, you simply couldn’t stop the tears. What was the point in keeping it a secret? “I’m leaving because I can’t stop falling in love with you, dammit! I can’t. I’ve tried and tried and tried. The harder I try, the harder I fall for you... and you?” A scoff. “You don’t feel the same way.”

It was all out now and you couldn’t bear to look at him. Dean was kind; it was in his nature to empathize. But it wasn’t in yours to live through his pity.

His finger came up to your chin, tilting your head so that you couldn’t help but look into his eyes. Dean didn’t say another word. Instead, his lips crushed against yours, hot and soft. He was kissing you with a fervor, with everything he had to offer. Dean’s fingers fisted in the back of your tank top, digging into your skin through the fabric. His body pushed you into the wall behind you. He wasn’t just kissing you, he was proving a point- dispelling your notions of being in a hopeless, one-sided love. Because lust couldn’t drive a kiss like that, only love could.

His lips travelled down the column of your throat, sucking, biting and driving you crazy.

“You wanna go to that cabin in Montana? By all means, go. But don’t go thinking I don’t feel the same way,” he whispered against your heaving chest. “Don’t go thinking I don’t love you.”  

“Dean...”

He leaned in to kiss you once more, soundly. Next second you found yourself pressed against his chest, his broad arms engulfing you completely. The words he said then, etched themselves into your soul.

“It’s always gonna be you, Y/N. Always.”

 ***************

“You wanna dance, sweet cheeks?”

Great,another Alpha that wasn’t your own was hitting on you. The Alpha’s scent makes you gag into your drink. The scent is much too unpleasant, too overpowering for you to bear.

“No thanks, I’m waiting for someone actually. I think it would be best if you just left.” You tried telling him but the Alpha was persistent and not in the charming way either.

“Oh, you’re a feisty omega, I see.” The Alpha licked his chops and crossed his arms over his chest, looking you up and down as if you were a piece of meat. There was no way that this guy was getting laid tonight.The bartender’s voice broke your concentration from your suddenly very interesting glass of alcohol.

“Beat it, Randy, she’s not interested. Go away or go home.”

Before the Alpha finally sauntered away, he made sure to spread his scent over you, rubbing his body over yours, like it was his to claim, like you were his. It was disgusting how Alpha’s like him behaved, even more so that they got away with it.

Your heart was stammering in your chest, your body shivering at the uncomfortability that the Alpha had caused. It wasn’t until the bartender had snapped his fingers and a burly guy had stormed over to you. Quickly, he resolved the situation by removing him from the bar. Rolling your eyes, you shook your head in annoyance and finished off the remainder of your drink.

Pulling out your wallet, you paid for your drink and told him to keep the change. You made quick work of getting out of your seat and into the safety of the ladies bathroom. It was horrible that any bathroom became a kind of sanctuary.

The counter was a great place to slump on, at this point you really hated Alpha’s.

After a breather and a calmer chest, you hated this feeling but you had to go back out just to get out of this place and even though Randy had been thrown out he still gave you the creeps.

Once you were outside, the air was harsh against your warm skin and for once you welcomed it. It was better than the overwhelming stench of Alpha. But then it all faded away.

Your Alpha’s scent crowded your nose before he came into view. The soft scent of honey and bourbon soothing you before he got to you and took a sniff. The scent of blueberries had come and gone. He was none too pleased at the smell of another Alpha on you. 

Dean’s nostrils flared, his smile disappearing. There was no way that this was going unanswered, he didn’t even need you to tell him who it was or what he did. Your Alpha stormed back to the entrance of the bar and sniffed out the culprit, nowhere to be seen until the bodyguard stopped the man from coming in.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Dean challenged the other Alpha, getting into his face and staring him down. “You’re obscenely brave to mess with another Alpha’s Omega.”

Your eyes widened when you heard Dean laugh at the man. There was no laugh that anyone desired to hear, it was a murderous laugh, like he was ready to rip this guy’s throat out if he even thought about you. If you didn’t intervene then the other Alpha would be dean or close to it and you didn’t want a death being traced back to the two of you.

*

“You know this wouldn’t keep happening if you just did the thing.” You said nonchalantly, as you began folding your laundry.

“This ‘thing’ you speak of is dangerous. You’re in a relationship with me. Everything will never be okay! If I do it you are bound to me forever. There is no going back.”

“You selfish butthole.” You threw the tee you had in your hand angrily back into the laundry basket. “If I had that thing it would be much less dangerous. Shit like that wouldn’t happen if you just claim me as your own.”

Dean scoffed, an eyebrow raised in skepticism. He looked up from his book, he really didn’t want to put you in danger but he knew that you had a point. Knew you were right about being safer by being claimed. But there was still the nagging feeling in the back of his mind that he shouldn’t do the job that he had put a target on every single person that he came into contact with. It would only increase the chance of you being put in even more danger if you were claimed.You could have been used as leverage and the thought was just about enough to make him feral. He knew what he had to do, and he was going to give you what you needed.

Dean’s snarled, he forgot about his book, tossing it to a place he didn’t care for. The laundry basket was forgotten and you were whisked away onto the bed. He tore into your clothes, lips attacking your neck, teeth aggressively scratching against the skin.

The Alpha pulled away, shoving his pants down his legs, cock in hand, pumping it a few times. He yanked your pants and underwear from your body, pushing your legs apart so you could accommodate him. His free hand wrapping around your throat when he thrusted into you.

You groaned as your Alpha filled you to the hilt. “Alpha, yes.” You pulled him down, pressing your lips to his, desperate to feel him against every part of you.

“Is this what you wanted, Omega? You want to be fucked?” Dean accentuated his words with a thrust of his hips, his skin smacking against yours as he fucked himself into you. “You want me to claim you? Is that what you want, ‘mega?”

Whining and whimpering, you clung on to Dean. “Yes, Alpha. Want you to claim me, Want you to own me. I’m yours. Just claim me. That's all I want.”

Dean grunted, his knot growing inside, when he was about to come, he bit down on your neck. Only sinking his teeth into your flesh when he came inside of you, he licked over the new abrasion on your neck, somehow healing it.

“Now I’m yours.”

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So instead of speaking you hooked a leg over his hip and pressed your lips into his neck, tongue lips and teeth exploring every glorious inch. Dean's groan vibrated against your lips when you hit a particularly sensitive spot, smiling against his skin as you pushed against his shoulder, and he helped you both roll so you were on top of him.

You bent down over him, and you kissed him hard, just like you had wanted to do for days. Also just like you wanted the kiss quickly turned rough, a clash of teeth and tongues as his large rough hands palmed your ass cheeks, helping you grind down on him in the perfect spot for you both.

You whimpered into his mouth, pulling away so you could both breathe again. You rested your forehead against his and your hands were on his chest, nails lightly digging into his skin, you looked into his eyes they were a much darker green than before. His full bottom lip was back between his perfect white teeth, as he looked up at you.

But suddenly there was a knock at the door, you and Dean stared back at one another with wide eyes. Dean turned his head towards the door, "Yeah, Coming" Dean called his voice gruff and deeper than usual.

You sat up on top of him, unintentionally pushing his hardness perfectly against you and your clit. He gripped your hips hard, his teeth sinking into his lip, as your hand flew to your mouth holding back the moan. "Sorry" you whispered apologetically, climbing off of him and sitting next to him on the bed.

Dean winked tossing you one of his shirts, "Stay in bed, I'll handle this" he murmured, bending down and pressing his lips to yours. He quickly messed up Sam's bed, rushing over to the door he noticed the stuff that you had brought in with you. He grabbed your crutches and dressing gown, hiding them in the wardrobe by the door. You did as he had said, pulling on his shirt and quickly tucking yourself under his covers. Thankful he at least still had his boxers on, but he grabbed the dressing gown from the back of the door, hoping that would hide the current problem he was having and he pulled that on too.

Dean rubbed at his face as he opened the door, trying to make it at least a little convincing he had been trying to sleep. Dean almost coughed on his swallowed when he opened the door, he did his best to hide his bed from view, practically glueing the door to his hip, "Oh, Uh, hey Bobby. What's up?" Dean asked a little nervously.

Bobby sighed finally meeting the elder Winchester's gaze, but the quizzical look overtook the elder man's face. "What's got you all bent outta shape boy?" Bobby asked with raised eyebrows, taking on a more irritated tone than Dean would have liked at that moment.

"I, uh. Nothing" Dean practically stuttered, with an awkward smile. If it wouldn't have made the situation worse he probably would have headbutted the wall at that moment, at just how much of a give away he was with those words.

Unfortunately as expected Dean only received a sterner look from Bobby, Dean cleared his throat, "So, what's up?" he asked again, thankful he had put his dressing gown on.

"What the hell happened while I was gone?" Bobby asked what felt like a nice way, but Dean like most other people could never be sure of that fact.

Dean sighed again but resisted the urge to shift on his feet. "I think that Y/N might have heard Sam and I talking about something, and I guess it kinda freaked her out and she took off" Dean revealed vaguely.

"Really Dean!? That's all I'm gonna get outta ya! After everything that happened tonight!" Bobby demanded a little louder than he meant too, and he stepped closer to Dean, making Dean swallow again begging it not to get stuck in his throat.

Dean watched as the older man's eyes cast over his shoulder, to where you were now standing in the shirt Dean had given you. You were sure you were as nervous as Dean as you spoke, but you couldn't leave him to deal with this by himself. "It's true uncle Bobby," you said nervously, stepping closer to the pair by the door.

"What in the hell are you doing in here!?" Bobby demanded, eyes flicking between the two of you.

"It's not what it looks like! I just couldn't sleep after tonight, and I just needed to talk to someone. And Sam was asleep, so Dean took Sam's bed and let me have his" you rushed to explain, noticing Bobby was still not buying it definitely not completely.

"Oh yeah? What about that!" Bobby asked turning his gaze on your clothes, clothes you had completely forgotten about, or at least the lack of.

"She was sick, got all over hers" Dean explained, you sighed with a nod. Feeling grateful, because you hadn't been able to think of an explanation for that one.

You stood beside Dean and placed a hand on his shoulder, Dean gave you a confused look. You gently pushed him off and away from the door. Dean sucked in a breath at the sight of you, suddenly finding it hard to concentrate. Especially when he noticed you tugging at the hem of it, it was already high on your thighs. You knew you had to be quick when turned to look at him, he was standing behind the door out of sight from Bobby.

Eyes roaming your body shamelessly, sweat was beginning to bead his forehead as you spoke to your uncle. Dean knawed on his bottom lip, as you turned back to Bobby hearing him clear his throat. "You sure everything is okay?" Bobby questioned seriously, not taking his eyes off of your face.

You smiled at him as sweet as you could manage without it looking false, "I promise. I'll be okay, tonight at least. Can we maybe talk more in the morning, I'm exhausted" you sighed only half lying at least this time.

Bobby looked seriously conflicted for a moment, but you could practically see him push it aside. Soon after he gave you a slightly stiff nod. "Yeah, you got it. We'll talk in the morning Y/N" he sighed turning to walk away.

"Night Bobby" you smiled.

But before you shut the door completely you heard an irritated tone take over his voice, "Night Dean" he grumbled all but slamming his door behind him.

You sighed feeling a little bad as you turned back to where Dean had been standing, "Think he bought it?" you asked seriously, but the thought died on the end of your tongue when you finally did catch sight of Dean again.

He was no longer behind you, however, instead, he was back on his bed, and on his back sweat completely covering his body. A panting groaning mess, as he palmed himself through his boxers. "I can't Y/N, sweetheart I'm gonna hurt you" he moaned.

His eyes shot open wide when he heard the floorboards by his bed creak under your feet, as you slowly stepped closer to him. "Don't worry about it Dean, I can take it" you smirked cheekily, pulling his shirt over your head.

Dean let out a small growl as you tossed the shirt over your shoulder, with the same cheeky smile at Dean. "How about you take those off you" you practically purred, licking your lips as your eyes cast over his body. Dean nodded frantically pulling his boxers down, he sighed in relief when his thick cock was released from its confines, bobbing up against his stomach, he kicked them the rest of the way off before expectantly looking up at you.

"Please sweetheart, I need you" Dean moaned, you climbed on the bed between his parted legs with a smile, you wasted no time ducking your head down and licking a long stripe up his length. Dean grunted your name on contact, his lip soon between his teeth as he fought the urge to moan as loud as he wanted to, at the current ebbing relief worked its way through his body.

Large hands were fisted into the covers beneath him when you gently sucked his swollen tip into your mouth, and your hand wrapped around his length. "Oh fuck baby girl, so good" Dean groaned with further relief, finally breaking your eye contact when he dropped his head back into the pillows behind him.

Your free hand ran down his thigh, nails making red marks on his skin, Dean hissed quietly, causing Dean to roll his hips up into you as you started to take more of him into your mouth.

You began to feel your own slick gather between your clenched thighs, as you continued to bob your head over him. You pulled back from him with one last slurp and took your hands off of him, Dean's head shot up and he looked down at you with confusion, you grabbed his wrists in your hands, "Touch me Dean" you moaned, sucking him back into your mouth and finding the same rhythm as before.

Dean grunted with the effort to sit up, and when he did you looked up at him, those gorgeous lips of his were pulled back up into that devilish smirk while looking down at you.

His demeanour had completely changed suddenly, and you felt a shiver run up the length of your body. Dean pulled his wrists free from your grip as you whimpered quietly around him at the force. One of his hands gripped at your hair harshly, pulling you off of him and you groaned at the loss, but knew better than to talk when he had that look in his eyes, he looked just like a predator, and you were shivering with nervous excitement. "Get that pretty little ass of yours up here" Dean growled low in his throat commanding, rather than asking.

You scrambled up the length of his body, you kissed him hard and desperate once you reached his lips. Clinging tightly to his strong broad shoulders, his kiss was brutal and you loved the way he dominated your mouth. The hand in your hair still had a tight unforgiving grip, that made you tingle all over. His free hand calloused and rough groping at your ass cheek, your rolling hips were causing you to continually brush your soaked pussy over his throbbing cock.

You whimpered desperately against Dean's lips, and into his mouth. Dean pulled back suddenly, leaving you both panting for air. Dean wasted no time and before you knew what was happening he was pulling you up his body when the next words left his lips. "Sit on my face princess" Dean smirked, winking at you when you were finally straddling his head.

You knew that if you had been wearing panties at that moment, then they would have been soaked by now, you could feel his warm breath ghosting over your hot soaked sensitive pussy.

It felt like your fingers were digging into the headboard, that when you moved the marks would remain. "Dean, please" you shamelessly begged for him, voice wrecked with arousal. Your legs shaking with excitement and nerves, Dean just chuckled under you, his calloused hands running gently up the backs of your legs.

His soft lips brushing over your inner thighs, you had to resist the urge to just drop your hips and just ride his face, but the truth was you didn't just want his permission to do it. You craved it and needed his approval.

"Baby, you gotta hush" Dean whispered, you bit into your bottom lip knowing that he was right. You practically squeaked at the first wide stroke of his tongue, almost right where you wanted him.

Dean started a pace that had your head spinning half a minute later, "Shit sweetheart, you taste better than I ever dreamed" Dean groaned into you, his mouth suddenly pulled back a little and he slowly pushed two of his large fingers into you, watching the way you stretched around his digits.

You moaned low in your throat, "You think that feels good princess, you should see it as well. You're so damn sexy" Dean grunted, pumping his fingers steadily in and out of you. Hearing you lost for words except chanting his name, even if it was behind your hand, he knew what you were saying. But they were starting to get louder as you began feeling the coil in your stomach begin to burn hot.

Unfortunately, all too soon his fingers were gone, you let out a loud groan looking down at him, "Don't st-" you tried but you were cut off when he sucked his fingers between his lips, letting them open so you could see his tongue work around them softly.

There was a dark look in his eyes as he pulled his fingers from his mouth with a pop, suddenly his hands were locked onto your hips, and he was pulling you down onto his face. His tongue buried deep inside you, as his fingers dug bruisingly into your skin, while he helped you roll your hips over his mouth and tongue.

You fought against every part of you that wanted to scream out in pleasure and beg for more, you pushed your hands into Dean's silky hair, tugging harshly as you fought to get him closer.

One of your hands left his head and you slapped it across your mouth, as you felt yourself getting louder. Dean's tongue was hitting places inside you that nobody else had ever found, and he was so close to sending you over the edge. You just needed a little more, "Dean, please I'm so close" you begged breathlessly behind your hand.

Dean groaned between your legs, shifting his body and bringing one of his hands to the front of you. You sucked in a breath when Dean's fingers brushed across finally your clit, you sank your teeth into your hand when you finally came hard and fast.

Your walls clamped down on his tongue, and your legs trembled by his head. As he eagerly lapped up everything you gave him.

Once you finally came down a little bit you slipped shakily down his body, until you were able to press your lips to his again. "You really are something else Winchester" you murmured against his lips.

He actually chuckled at that, "Oh come on, you didn't think that I was done with you already did you?" he winked, his tongue slipping out through his lips and slowly sliding over them as his eyes roamed your body hungrily.

Dean softly brushed his lips over yours after a moment passed, "God, I was seriously hoping you were gonna say that" you groaned happily, roughly pulling him on top of you.

Dean grinned down at you, "I felt everything you felt sweetheart" he revealed huskily, brushing his fingers across your neck and down to your collarbone. You swallowed hard at his gentle barely there touch.

"Everything?" you questioned feeling your body hum with delight. The gorgeous man in front of you nodded, his eyes hooded and dark, as he grazed his bottom lip with his teeth, you moaned wrapping your arms around his neck pulling him down to you, and into a heated passionate kiss. Dean growled against your lips as you wrapped your legs around his waist, pressing yourself tightly against him.

Pulling back briefly Dean looked you dead in the eyes, "You are by far the sexiest spider monkey I've ever seen" Dean laughed, loving the way you were clinging to him for dear life.

You gave him a serious look, trying to hide the smile creeping onto your lips, "Just shut up and fuck me Dean" you laughed back, the smile quickly winning the fight, as you looked at that twinkle in his eyes.

"Yes ma'am, I think I like you bossy, it gets me all tingly" Dean winked cheekily, with the smile the could melt ice, as he kissed you hard. He moaned into your mouth as his cock brushed over your pussy, you shifted your hips so that the next time he thrust his hips his cock slipped through your soaking folds and brushed your clit at the same time.

"Please Dean need you, inside me" you whimpered recklessly, your nails biting into his shoulders.

Dean smiled down at you, his pupils had practically overtaken his eyes, "So pretty when you beg for my cock" Dean all but purred. You simply moaned his name in response, your limbs all tightened trying to pull him as close as possible to you.

"Sweetheart, you gotta relax" Deam mumbled pressing his lips into your neck. His large rough hands were gentle when they smoothed over your thighs, creating an amazing feeling across your skin.

When you had finally given in and relaxed, Dean's fingers tightened around your legs and he pushed them back into the mattress and off of him. Spreading you open before his eyes, "Ready?" Dean asked eyes flicking down, to where he was pressed against your entrance.

"Yes Dean" you nodded with your lip between your teeth. Your arms relaxed around his neck, giving him more room to move.

"Such a good girl for me. Come on, look at me baby" Dean moaned huskily, you whimpered in submission quickly meeting his eyes. Dean was smirking at you when your eyes finally met again, he looked every bit as sexy as he sounded, eyes hooded and still practically black.

Your breath was stolen from your lungs when Dean pushed into you, with one long slow deep thrust so that you felt every single glorious inch he had to give you. You clung to his biceps tightly, nails digging into his skin. Dean growled and dropped his forehead on yours, your mouth had dropped open but you kept your eyes locked.

There was something between you and Dean, and it was something you weren't sure that either of you would be able to explain, maybe it was a curse maybe it wasn't but for now, you were just going to enjoy your night together.

Dean let go of your thighs and grabbed your wrists pinning them to the bed beside your head, "Move, Dean please" you panted recklessly, rolling your hips up into his.

"Thank fuck, you feel incredible. So tight princess" Dean groaned, pulling himself almost all of the way out, before snapping his hips forward quickly filling you back up again. You cried out louder than you meant to, the feeling of his hips snapping, as he pushed himself in out of you hard and fast it was the most incredible eye rolling feeling you had ever felt in your life.

Dean let go of one of your wrists, using just one hand to pin you to the bed, as the other closed over your mouth. "I thought you might like it, rough sweetheart" Dean growled as he kept up his punishing pace, you could feel yourself reaching your climax, and it was coming fast.

Your walls started to flutter around Dean's thick cock, "You wanna come for me baby girl" Dean demanded huskily, with another particularly hard thrust.

You nodded your head desperately behind his hand, the fact your breathing was being cut short was probably helping you race towards your orgasm. Dean linked his fingers with yours, and your nails sank into the backs of his hands, leaving angry red marks.

Dean shifted his body slightly, meaning that every time he thrust forward his groin was rubbing perfectly against your clit. That was all it took, seconds later you came hard your eyes rolled back, and you briefly felt him still moving and pushing you through your pleasure.

When you finally came back to reality, you were panting Dean's hand was no longer across your mouth, his lips were everywhere causing your body to shiver, goosebumps prickling your skin everywhere he touched. "Shit Dean, I think you're gonna be the death of me" you giggled breathlessly, pushing up on his shoulders to get him to look at you.

"What a good way to go though sweetheart" Dean chuckled back, his arms encircling your waist. Dean sat back on his knees and pulled you up with him, keeping you connected as he pulled you into his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck, as Dean kept an arm around your waist the other hand went into your hair, pressing your lips together again in a slow kiss.

Dean kissed across your cheek to your ear, "Wanna bend over for me sweetheart" Dean purred nipping at your earlobe gently.

"Fuck yes" you groaned, climbing off of his lap with a final kiss to his lips. You crawled across the bed, making sure to shake your ass a little at him as you went, sticking your ass in the air and pushing your face onto your arms and into the pillows.

You heard Dean groan behind you, and then there were large hands spreading your legs a little wider. One of his hands stayed massaging one of your ass cheeks, while the other guided him inside you. You both moaned quietly when he filled you again, you buried your face in the pillows, the entirely new angle had you seeing stars before you knew what was happening.

Being with Dean was probably the most sensitive you had ever been in your life, you arched your back pushing yourself back into him. Dean's grip on your hips was bruising, but incredible.

His pace was quickly picking up as well, you couldn't bring yourself to care about the noise you were both making, as the sound of his balls slapping against your ass and skin on skin echoed around the room.

You could hear Dean moaning behind you every time he pushed back into you, you looked back at him and whimpered at the sight. "So good Dean" you panted, lip between your teeth as he locked eyes with you.

"Wait until we're alone sweetheart, where no one can hear us. You'll be screaming my name so loud, turn this perfect ass pink" Dean growled low in his throat, you just moaned in response, pushing back into him, hands gripping your hips harder.

Dean bent over your body and pressed his lips to your ear, "Can't wait to fill this tight little pussy up, make you mine" Dean grunted possessively, "Who do you belong to" Dean demanded, pulling you up so your back was against his solid chest.

Your head dropped back against his shoulder, as one of his hands snaked between your thighs and pressed against your clit, "You Dean, I'm all yours" you whimpered obediently, as his other hand started to play with your neglected nipples. There wasn't a part of you Dean hadn't touched and you loved it, his lips and teeth roamed your neck as he picked up his speed.

"Gonna come" you squeaked as his fingers started moving rapidly over your clit.

"Me too, so close" Dean moaned hotly against your neck. You reached your hands back, grabbing at his ass the best you could. The muscle this man had was unreal, groaned moving his head back from you, knawing at his lip.

"Come for me Dean, fill me up. Make me yours" you panted desperately against his neck, you were right on the edge of your orgasm and you knew you couldn't hold it back much longer.

"Fuck I love it when you talk dirty" Dean all but snarled, his grip tightened on you as he came, and he pressed his lips to yours hard. You swallowed each other's cries, you felt there was a fire in your lungs as you came together, Dean helped you both through your orgasms as you were completely recked.

When you both came down from your highs, Dean gently pulled his softened cock from you, and you turned in his arms, pulling him in for another kiss. You squeaked with laughter when he fell on top of you thanks to his shaking legs.

"Sorry sweetheart, think you turned me into jelly" Dean laughed, turning you both so you were laying on your sides looking at each other. You tangled your legs together as Dean pulled up the covers.

"I could get used to this" you smiled, resting your hands on his shoulders as he pulled your body close to his.

"You could huh?" Dean practically grinned, pulling you in for a kiss that made you melt into his body.

You both jumped as the door suddenly swung open, Dean pulled you closer to him, protecting your body with his and pulling his gun out of under his pillow and aiming it at the three figures that had entered the room.