Pairing : Past!DeanxReader, Sam.
Word count : 483
Warning : mentioned cheating. Dean’s still pissed. angst.
Additional part to Fuck.
“Why did you do it?” You were sitting at the counter in a diner when you heard his boots come up behind you. You didn’t turn to him, just let out a soft sigh as he stood there, waiting. “I want a fucking answer!”
“Isn’t it obvious, Dean.” You tried to keep your voice cold, keep the pain out. It had been a week since he had left you sitting on the stairs crying, vowing he’d never come back. You were surprised he was still in town. “I don’t love you.”
He scoffed. “Well fuck you too.” He growled before storming out, door slamming behind him, chimes sounding long after.
Your eyes were squeezed shut, your head forward as if looking down. You felt someone sit down in the stool next to you. “You don’t mean that.”
“Leave it, Sam.”
“No. Look me in the face, and tell me you don’t love him.” He waited a moment. “You can’t, can you?” You shook your head, tears starting to weld up again. “Then why tell him you don’t? He’s beating himself up bad, Y/N. He needs the truth.”
“He needs to think I stopped loving him. Please, Sam.” You looked up at him, pain filled eyes. “Just leave it. Let it go. Let him hate me.”
“What happened? This is killing you both, why’d you do it?”
Letting your eyes flutter closed, you sighed. “I was lonely. Really fucking lonely. I never see him, Sam. Whenever you two do come to town, I get two days if I’m lucky, before you call with a case, or you need to go somewhere, visit someone…” You looked down at your plate, pushing it away. “And when I watch him leave, I’m terrified it’s the last time I’ll see him.”
“Why won’t you just tell him that?” Sam asked softly.
You shook your head. “Because it doesn’t matter, nothing I say will make up for what I did.”
“Tell him.” You shook your head. “Why not?”
“Because he’ll give up hope. He’ll blame himself, he’ll think he’s no good.. When I met him, he was scared to try. Hunter’s don’t get love, Sam. He kept telling me that. Not unless it’s another hunter, and even then it’s iffy. I was his bit of normal. His slice of apple pie. But I can’t do it. I can’t be alone all the time, waiting. I love him, fuck do I love him. But I can’t give him what he needs. So let him hate me.”
“You regret it..” It was an observation more than anything, his voice soft and sad.
“Biggest mistake of my fucking life. A moment of desperation to feel something, and it ruined everything.. I’m sorry, Sam. You have no idea how fucking sorry I am.” The tears dripped off your chin and onto the counter. “Just let him hate me. Let him move on.”
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Dean - @evyiione @soythedemonqueen @deanandsamsbitch @akshi8278
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Warnings: Dildos being used, pain. Be careful with Doc Johnson Jelly Dildos. Yeah, that’s a warning. This is more painful than funny, but I do laugh about it now.
A/N : this is what happened to me the other night. No fucking joke. I couldn’t wear underwear for 2 days and 3 nights. Today is my first day wearing them since.
Awkward Adventures in Sex Masterlist.
You both lay panting in bed, spent from the several rounds of sex today. Especially that last one. There had been something on your mind for a while, and now that Dean would be home for a bit longer, you debated bringing it up.
“Dean..”
“Hmm?” He hummed, his head against your chest, mouth close to a nipple as if he’d take it into his mouth at any moment.
“I’ve been thinking..”
“About?” He didn’t look up. He probably had his eyes closed, yours had been until you spoke. Now you looked up at the ceiling.
“So.. Remember when we bought that jelly dildo?” You could feel his brow furrow. “It was kind of forever ago.. Remember, it was bigger than either of us had expected, so we just kinda stored it away. I’m not sure if we even opened it..” You mumbled more to yourself trying to remember.
“Yeah. What about it?”
“I was thinking, since you’ve been home more, and you started doing the thing, with the thing..” you bit your lip.
Dean chuckled and looked up at you. “You love when I do the thing with the thing and my thing.” He winked.
“I do..” You smiled at him, and he kissed your chin gently.
“You wanna try the monster?”
You gave him a small nod. “I was wondering if you think I could take it…”
He thought for a moment. “With what we just did? Yeah, probably. Let’s try!”
Dean excitedly hopped up from the bed, and hurried over to where the other toys were stored, and rummaged looking for the dildo in question. “Huh…” It wasn’t in there, but he found it in the bottom of luggage that was in the back of the closet. “Here we go.”
He moved towards the bed as you settled back down, you had grabbed the lube and placed it nearby in case it was needed. When you saw the package, you realized it must have been opened at some point, the slip of cardboard inside boasting the name and dimensions was turned around. After he opened it, he wandered out of the room, and returned a moment later after giving it a quick rinse. He never said a word, so you thought nothing of it.
Shifting and opening your legs, Dean settled between them. “Fuck, you’re soaked.” He chuckled.
“Half of that is you, Dean.” You teased.
“And it looks fucking good.” He grinned, rubbing the tip over your clit then back down, getting the head covered in your juices. When you felt it at your entrance, you tensed. You’d never had anything that big and were a bit scared. “Relax, baby.” He used his most soothing tone, and let his thumb brush over your clit. “You know I’d never hurt you.”
You let out a shaky breath, nodding and let his thumb relax you. He was right, he’d never do anything to really hurt you.
He slowly worked the very tip in and out, letting it gently go further, a millimetre at a time. At least that’s how it felt. His eyes were on your face, watching for any sign of discomfort, and when he saw one, he stopped. “You okay?”
You had tensed, feeling a slight stretch and burn. You nodded. “Yeah.. yeah just give it a sec..”
He waited patiently until he saw you visibly relax again. “Good?”
You nodded. “I think so..”
Gently, he pushed it a little deeper. You hissed, feeling it again, but expected it to fade. You knew it wasn’t very deep, only the head, at most. Biting your bottom lip, you gave it a second. “Out.”
“What?” Dean furrowed his brow.
“OUT!” you yelled. “Take it out! It burns!”
“What!?” Dean pulled it out quickly. “What do you mean, it burns?”
“It feels like my fucking vag is on fire!” You yelled back, as you ran from the room towards the bathroom.
Feeling like you might be sick, you ran for the toilet. When Dean found you, you were sitting on the toilet, doubled over with the garbage can under your face. “Baby?”
When you glanced up, you could see the worry in his eyes. “It fucking hurts.” You had tears coming down your cheeks. “It hurts so bad, I think I’m going to puke, Dean..” You body was doing everything it could to try to rid itself of whatever was causing the discomfort, only it wasn’t working.
“You going to be okay? Do we need to get you to the hospital?” He was trying so hard not to panic.
“I just need it to fucking stop.” You whined. “It hurts so bad.”
“I’m sorry..”
You kicked Dean out of the bathroom wanting some privacy, at least until you felt well enough to make it to the shower. Once inside, you turned it on cool, and kept the spray where you needed it the most, moving it back and forth letting it cool down, and then breath.
You don’t know how long you were in there like that, easily half an hour, but when you finally stepped out and reached for the towel, Dean was sitting on the toilet lid, waiting. “I’m sorry, baby. I should have known better.. I shouldn’t have used it. I’m a fucking idiot.”
“Dean.” You gave him a sad look. “You had no way of knowing that would happen. I don’t blame you. Honestly, I’ll probably laugh about it later.” You chuckled softly. “Might be laughing about it now.” He looked up at you, so worried and upset. “I’m fine, Dean. Or, I will be. The burning already went down a bit. I promise.”
“You don’t need to go to the hospital? Are you sure? I’m fucking scared I seriously hurt you..”
You leaned over and gave him a soft kiss, clutching the towel with one hand before grabbing your phone with the other. “I don’t need a doctor. But I’m probably sleeping naked tonight, and you’re not allowed to touch me until I heal up.” You teased.
“Fair enough.” He gave you a small smile. “I am sorry, baby. I shouldn’t have used it after I felt it.”
“What do you mean?”
“It felt.. Slimey? Oily? I don’t know. It felt weird, that’s why I went to wash it, but it seemed fine after that. I shouldn’t have-”
“Dean. I’m fine. We’re fine. Now get that ass in bed while I dry up. I need major cuddles.”
The next morning, Dean heard you whimper. Getting out of bed, he found you in the kitchen. “How are you feeling?” He was still so worried.
“Well,” You sighed. “I can’t wear underwear, apparently. And as long as I don’t move, I’m as good as new.” You chuckled. “It is a lot better though.” You pointed out when you saw his face drop.
“That’s good…”
“Oh, and I was looking into it!” You pulled out your phone to show him. “I thought it might be an allergic reaction to the material, which I thought might be weird, because we have a few other similar toys, just different brands.. But it turns out, this is kinda common for Doc Johnson brand Jelly’s! Apparently they aren’t made that great, and just have some ‘protective layer’ that makes them “safe” and once that wears off, this bullshit happens. Something about it being made with toxic material, and they don’t care enough to make a change? I found way too many forum entries and threads about this happening to other women.”
“Well, it’s never happening to you again.” He headed into the room, and grabbed the toy. He came back in and tossed it in the garbage.
“Who needs it, when I’ve got you.” You smiled up at him. “I love you.”
He smiled. “I love you too. Seriously though, I don’t need to take you to the hospital?” You laughed and gave him a shove. “What? If my dick started burning like that….”
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Dean - @evyiione @soythedemonqueen @deanandsamsbitch @akshi8278
A/N : I’m in a crap mood. Asked Brit for an idea, she gave me something and I came up with this out of that idea. More fics need Azazel.
Warnings : Mention of suicide and death. AU-ish.
After his mother had died in a house fire, Deans father became all consumed with finding her killer. John Winchester had been a drunk, and by most accounts, insane. But what did they expect when his wife died so suddenly and left him with two small children.
John, never able to heal, ran off to hunt the killer on his own. Leaving his two boys, 4 year old Dean, and infant Sammy to be raised by friends.
The boys had pretty normal lives. John wrote, from time to time until they heard from a friend of his that he had died. A man named Bobby Singer. Dean took it all in stride until Bobby asked about Sam. That’s when Dean broke down.
Sam had gone off to college, full ride, on his way into Law school. Dean was proud of his baby brother. Until it happened. The fire that took Jess. Overnight, Sam turned into their father, consumed by her death. Getting more and more reckless until it just ended. His brilliant baby brother couldn’t handle it, couldn’t handle turning out like dad and ended it all. Dean had been the one to find him.
That’s what Dean Winchester thought of at night when he couldn’t sleep. Those were the demons that haunted him. His dead father and brother. Even all these years later.
Dean glanced over at the clock and realized his wife hadn’t come back to bed. Groaning as he got up he made his way to the nursery.
“Hey buddy.” He grinned as he looked down at his son, cooing in his crib. Samuel John Winchester. “Where’d mom go, Sammy?”
Then he felt a drop of something hit his forehead, then his hand. Looking down he saw it was blood. He furrowed his brow, and wiped his forehead. More blood. Looking up, he saw her, suspended to the ceiling and dripping blood down onto him.
Drip. Drip. The sound ringing in his ears. He gasped as the ceiling caught fire, and turned to grab his son, only to find him no longer in the crib.
“Say bye bye to Mommy.” He heard from behind him. Turning, he saw a strange man holding his son. When he reached out for Sammy, the man pulled him away. “Tsk Tsk Dean. I’m not letting this one get away.”
“Who are you? And what the fuck are you doing? Give me back my son!” Dean lunged but the man easily out manoeuvred him.
The man turned his yellow eyes onto Dean, and Dean instantly felt sick to his stomach with that gaze on him. “I’m watching the world burn, Dean. If you want to see your son grow, you better get out of here before you burn too, and get to hunting me. Just like dear old Dad.”
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You didn’t want to let go of Dean, but eventually you had to.
The boys stuck around long enough to help you go over a story. Sam got into the computers and deleted any sign Dean had ever been there. Even shredding and burning the paperwork. You understood, the boys would easily get blamed for all this.
When they left you, Dean promised he’d check in on you as soon as he could, and you nodded as he and his brother hurried out. Your salt line was scattered in the hall, and the salt box thrown back into the kitchen area. The station was trashed, so no one would question it, not really.
You shut the interrogation room door and cowered back against the back wall before calling in the station a town over. It wasn’t hard to act scared as you told them something was going on, and you were locked in a room.
It took 20 minutes for them to rush in. When they got the door open, you pointed your gun at them, shaking. It was only half an act. How could you know if they were really who they said they were. You watched wide eyed, as the captain from the other station walked into the room, and took the gun out of your hands that you were pointing at him. “It’s okay. It’s over.” He told you softly before ordering his men to check who was alive and who was dead as he helped move you somewhere else.
They brought you to the hospital to have you checked out. You had no injuries, so you were placed in small waiting room to answer questions. “What happened in there?” The captain, another officer, and a psychologist sat in chairs across from the couch you were occupying.
“I-I don’t know. I was told to go to the interrogation room, to question someone, but when I got there, it was empty. So I waited.” You licked your lips. “They didn’t tell me who I was questioning, or about what. Th-they never do. Or, did..” You sniffled. “This was suppose to be a quiet job, in a quiet town for my first station..” You shook your head.
“It’s okay..” The captain reached over and touched your hand you flinched pulling back. “I’m sorry. Please… continue.”
You nodded but took a minute. “I was still waiting when a commotion broke out. I figured whoever they were bringing in was putting up a fight, so I ignored it. The men often treat me like I’m frail anyways.” you shrugged, sniffling again. “But then the shouts got louder.. shots started to ring out.. I went out into the hall, and it was chaos. I-I got scared. Like I said, this was suppose to be a quiet job. Something to ease me in. I’ve only been here two months. I didn’t want to die. I knew I would if I went out there. I just.. I didn’t want die.”
“So you hid.” You nodded, looking ashamed. “It’s okay, because you hid and called for help, we got there in time to save some people.” You looked up, and the captain gave you a smile. “You were the only conscious person when we got there. The only one able to call for help.” You nodded.
He left not long after, to check on if anyone else was awake. 3 officers and 2 civilians not counting you were saved. 20 people dead. You were sitting with the psychologist who was writing on her little note pad when Pete came in. They psychologist smiled at him and motioned for him to sit on the couch as well, but she noticed you tense up when he moved closer. “Y/N?”
Even though you knew he was no longer possessed, you had his voice in your head. His, the demons, whoever’s, telling you everything Pete wanted to do to you. Some of them sexual, some of them violent, too many of them both. When he sat next to you, you all but jumped out of the seat, and huddled in the corner shaking.
“Y/n? Are you alright?”
“Stay away!” You yelled as she got close. “Stay away and keep him away.”
An officer came running in. “Get the captain, and maybe a doctor. I think she’s in shock, she’s freaking out.”
They ended up keeping you in the hospital over night, with a police on guard outside your door. You barely slept, and tried to rush out as soon as you could the next afternoon. You had been questioned that day about the Occult paraphernalia spray painted to the floor but you reminded them you had been locked in a room and hadn’t seen.
You were given a ride home with an officer who was then tasked to watch over your house, since the suspect, or suspects, of what happened at the station were still at large. You were the only one released from the hospital so far. You spent the day researching, and double checking the officer was still parked across the street and in fact watching your house.
You had trouble getting to sleep that night, but eventually passed out some time after 2am. It wasn’t long after that you were woken up to a sound, and you shot up, gun in your hand pointing at a man standing at the foot of your bed. “Relax sweetheart. It’s just me.”
“Dean? How did you-” Sam came in your window next and chuckled. You started to lower your gun, but raised it again. “How do I know you’re you?”
Dean pulled down the collar of his shirt, Sam did the same. “Anti possession tattoos. We can’t be possessed. Plus, you salted your window. Smart girl.” Dean smiled at you with pride as you lowered your gun.
“Why are you sneaking in my window like teenagers?”
“You have a cop out front, and Dean wanted to check in on you as promised. I was brought along in case of trouble.” Sam smiled.
“What do I do now?” You looked up at Dean, even though it was dark, your eyes pleaded with him. “How can I go back now? I’m useless… I’m scared…”
“We thought about that.” Dean gave you a smile as he sat on the end of your bed. “I have someone I want you to call when you can get away for a bit.”
“Anytime really. Pete walked into the room and I lost my shit. I’m on leave until I’m cleared by the psych.”
Dean furrowed his brows “Pete?”
“The uhm.. H-he was possessed, stuck in the trap at the door. He was saying horrible things to me. T-The demon, I think. Telling me things Pete wanted to do to me… I can’t be near him, Dean. I’m suppose to work with him but I can’t be near him. And because of my reaction, they are investigating him.”
He cupped your face. “You can get through this sweetheart. You’re one bad ass babe.” He smiled. “I saw that the second you walked into that room. We have a friend, Jodi. She’s a sheriff. She can help you deal, teach you to fight, slow and steady, something Sammy and I can’t do right now. She can teach you how to be a cop who knows. Help you keep it all together. She went through it too.”
“W-will I see you again?”
“Jodi can call us when you get there if you want.” Sam smiled. “We’ll get there when we can. Promise. We need to stop in more often anyway. She gets a bit cranky that we don’t stop in for dinner more.”
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Tagging : Dean - @evyiione @soythedemonqueen @deanandsamsbitch @akshi8278
When you woke up, you were sad to see you were alone. You sighed as you stared up at the ceiling. Honestly, you weren’t sure what you expected. You did meet him in a motel room after all. Maybe Jeff had been right, he was a fuck and leave kinda guy. You let out another sigh and sat up in the bed. You had no idea when the checkout time was, so you figured you better get moving.
You spotted a styrofoam container on top of your laptop and furrowed your brows. Getting up, you headed over to it and saw note on the top.
You smiled softly to yourself before opening it. Eggs, bacon, sausage, hash browns, toast, fruit and beans. The works, and it was still warm. You looked around for your clothes and found his shirt that you had worn last night still on the floor, so you decided to throw that on.
Sitting down, you moved the container and opened your laptop. Sarah was online, and she instantly sent a video call. She was in the car with Chris and Jeff. “Oh sweetie… your face…”
You gave her a soft smile. “I’m fine. Sarah, I promise. It’s a bit tender, but I’ll survive. How’s Jeff?” As much of a dick as he was, he had been your friend.
“Not as lucky as you… Busted nose, two black eyes, and a fractured cheekbone, though not serious enough to warrant surgery. Chris said he would gladly change that.” She moved the camera over, so you could see Jeff asleep in the back of Chris’s car. “Are you still at the motel?” she asked as the camera turned back to her, her arm resting on the door so you could see Chris’s profile as he drove.
You nodded and smiled to yourself. “Yeah, I’m still here.”
“Wait… what’s that on your neck?” Her face instantly changed and she looked happy. "YOU GOT LAID!! Was he good!?“
"Jesus, Sarah…” Chris shot her a glare. “Don’t fucking wake him up like that. He’ll tuck and roll out of this car and run back over there. We aren’t far enough for that shit yet.”
“Sorry.” She gave you a sheepish grin. “We just left the hospital like 15 minutes ago. Apparently, we are taking him to our place for now.” She rolled her eyes, obviously not happy about that. “And when he’s alright to drive, we’ll bring him back there to get his stupid car. Hopefully by then he’ll have smarted his stupid ass up, and he won’t try to fight someone bigger then him. Oh, and Dean’s brother, holy shit!”
You chuckled. “I did say giant.” You opened the container and started eating.
“Oh sweetie, did he make you breakfast? That is so cute! Chris doesn’t do that for me after sex.” She pouted.
“Fuck off, Sarah,” He smiled. “We live together and I cook for you all the time.”
“But not breakfast after sex.”
“We usually have sex after breakfast. And I’m not making you two fucking breakfasts, get out of here.” He gave her a nudge making you both laugh.
“He bought me breakfast apparently.” You smiled. “He left a note on it saying he had to work and he wasn’t sure when he would be back.. I’m kind of unsure what to do. I mean, normally a guy says ‘Hey I have to go, don’t know when I’ll be back.’ It means get lost. But he got me breakfast, so he obviously wants me to stay a bit… right?”
One night stands weren’t really your area of expertise. Sarah just shrugged, but Chris answered. “He seems to really like you. I mean a guy who just wanted to get laid wouldn’t have beat the fuck out of Jeff so bad. It would have been too much of a fight. Stay for a while, if you want to head out before he gets back, just leave a cute note or something. He added you to steam didn’t he? He added me, so you’ll see when he gets online again and can set something up when he’s free.”
You chatted with Sarah while you ate. When Jeff woke up, and saw your face, he groaned and started to apologize. “I’m heading off now, Sarah.” You told her softly. She nodded understanding that you didn’t really want to talk to Jeff right now.
You sighed, put on one of your favorite old shows that you had downloaded onto your laptop and watched that while you finished your breakfast. When you were done, you paused it and decided to grab a shower. You put your hair up in a quick bun as you headed to the bathroom.
You turned on the water, and tested it with your hand before letting Dean’s shirt hit the floor and stepping in. You moaned softly at the hot water. As comfortable as Dean was, motel beds were not, and you were a bit sore from last night.
Five minutes later the shower curtain opened. “Just because I bought you breakfast, Princess, doesn’t mean you get to use all my hot water.” He smiled as he stepped in.
You smiled up at him, before noticing blood on his temple. “Dean! What happened?” You turned his head.
“I’m fine, sweetheart. Comes with the job.”
You noticed his arm was bleeding too, but he insisted it was just a scratch. There was also the bruise forming on his ribs. “Dean… what do you do that gets you beat up like this?” You asked, gingerly running your fingers over his bruise as he did the same to yours. Your eyes left his side and locked with his, but instead of answering, he leaned down to kiss you, passionately. "That’s one way to avoid a question.“ You mumbled against his lips making him smile.
"Let’s try another, then.” He grinned as he grabbed your thighs and lifted you up, pinning you against the wall. He slid into you with ease and rolled his hips as you clung to his shoulders.
“Dean… Oh fuck, Dean.” You moaned. His pelvis was grinding against your clit as he rolled his hips. Your head went back against the tiles, and his mouth moved to your neck, gliding over the marks from last night.
“You’re so beautiful, Y/n.” he groaned against your skin. His fingers digging into your thighs as he held you, yours digging into his shoulders and neck. Hearing your name on his lips brought you crashing down. You clenched around him and came hard. “That’s it… cum for me.”
You could feel him getting tense against you. “Cum, Dean. I want to feel you fill me again.” He groaned and started thrusting erratically. Grunting as he neared his orgasm as well. “That’s it, Dean.” you encouraged him.
“Fuck.” he grunted out, burying himself as deep as he could and came. He stood there, pulsing inside you, his muscles twitching as his head rested on your shoulder. His breathing was heavy against your skin as he held you, not wanting to put you down. You gently kissed the top of his head, and he looked up at you. Your lips seeking out his, and you both moaned into it.
Finally, he broke the kiss and put you down. “As much as I’d love to continue, we’re going to be out of hot water soon, and I need to get cleaned up.”
You chuckled. “Turn around, I’ll do your back.”
Once you were both cleaned, and the water had run cold, you both got out and got dressed. Luckily, you were smart enough to pack extra underwear in your laptop bag just in case. “Told you you were interested.” he grinned.
You were pulling on your jeans when there was a knock at the door. “Come on Dean, we can’t stay here all day.”
“Gimme a bit, Sammy.” He looked at you, and he looked upset.
“You’re leaving.” It wasn’t a question.
He nodded. “Job’s done, time to move on. It’s how we live. We don’t stay anywhere long.” You gave him a sad nod. “Hey, as soon as I can get online again, we’re gaming, you and me.” he gave you a smile. “And If I come back your way, I’m yours for however long I’m there.” he cupped your cheek. “You’re one hell of a Bettie, sweetheart. If I could, I’d stay.”
You smiled softly at him before collecting your stuff. After double checking you didn’t forget anything, you threw on your laptop bag and headed for the door. Sam was leaning on the hood of the Impala when you stepped out. You glanced at him before headed to your car and tossing your bag in the back. You sighed and opened the driver side door as Dean was coming out of the room with his bag.
He tossed his bag at Sam, hitting him right in the chest. “Hey, Princess..” You looked up just as he stepped up to your door, and he cupped your face gently and kissed you, his tongue entering your mouth. You clung to the door as you felt your knees get weak. When he broke the kiss, he smiled down at you. “I promise you, Princess, I will be seeing you again.” You nodded up at him, and he gently kissed you one last time before moving to the Impala and getting in. You smiled softly to yourself as you slipped into the driver seat and shut the door.
He gave you a smile and a wave before pulling out, and you watched him go. Letting out a sigh, you headed in the opposite direction, towards home.
That night, was pretty quiet. You chatted with Sarah a bit, but refused to video since Jeff was there and you really didn’t want to see him. You ended up going to bed early, thankful for the extra day off tomorrow. You weren’t looking forward to explaining the huge bruise on your cheek.
When you woke up the next morning and signed in on your computer, you smiled seeing a Skype friend request from Impala67. As soon as you accepted, he sent a video request. “I hope you slept alright without me, Princess.” he grinned when he saw your face.
“Worst sleep of my life.” You smiled.
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You and Dean were standing in the doorway, Sam off to the side with Sarah while Chris struggled to get Jeff up. “Get him inside, please.” Sam said without looking at you. “Shut the door.”
You nodded. “Come on, Dean.” You headed in, and Dean shut the door behind him.
From inside, you could barely hear Jeff saying something, but Chris’s voice rang clear. “If you don’t shut the fuck up Jeff, I’ll leave you here, bloody and beaten on the fucking ground. I can’t fucking believe you right now, you know that?”
Dean glanced at the window, and he could see Sam standing there, watching Jeff and Chris, making sure nothing else happened to make Dean run out and finish the job. Sarah, looking up at him. He looked back down at you with a sigh. “I’m so sorry.”
You shook your head. “It wasn’t your fault, Dean. You didn’t hit me.”
“It is, though.” He insisted as he looked at your cheek again. “Fuck, it’s bad. I shouldn’t have been such a dick to him.”
“You didn’t know he’d actually come though, Dean. I never expected anything like this from him. I figured he’d bitch and complain for a few days, then go right back to hitting on me… You couldn’t have known he’d do this.” You sighed, your eyes on his, and his focused on your bruise. “Please, Dean, this isn’t your fault. Stop beating yourself up over it.” You hand reached up to cup his cheek.
His eyes shifted to meet yours. "I can’t fix this, Y/n. I can fix the dents in my car, but I can’t fix this.“
Hearing him actually say your name hit you hard. Not Princess, not Bettie, but your name. He must be beating himself up bad. "I’m okay, Dean.” He shook his head. You pulled his face down to yours and kissed him gently. “I’m okay.” you told him again.
He smiled softly. “I told you you were interested.”
You laughed. “Fuck off, Dean.” He grinned and kissed you. “I like you better when you’re happy and smiling.” You told him. “I don’t like seeing you beat yourself up like that. Please stop doing it.”
He sighed. “I’ll try, Princess.”
You chuckled softly. "And just like that, back to yourself, huh?“
He smiled. "Ready to try and get some sleep again?”
You glanced over at the window. Sam was still there, and you could faintly hear Chris and Sarah arguing with Jeff. “Your bed.” You told him. “You’re sleeping in your bed. I don’t want to be alone right now, Dean.”
He picked up the gun from the other bed, and put it on the nightstand between the two beds. You didn’t question it, it made you feel safer. He got into the bed, on the side closest to the door, and pulled the blanket back on the other side for you. “Come on princess, get in.”
You smiled softly at him and got in. Instantly snuggling up against his chest and wrapping your arms around his waist as best you could. He pulled the blanket over you before his hands started rubbing your back. He kissed the top of your head and you looked up at him. “Dean.” His name, a whisper on your lips, and he smiled before kissing them.
His hand went to the back of your head, holding you close. When you felt his tongue on your lip, your mouth opened to him. Your hand moved up the back of his shirt, as his tongue danced with yours.
When your hands moved to his side, he rolled onto his back, pulling you on top of him. You put your hands on his chest, and broke the kiss sitting up. He stared up at you, his hands resting on your thighs as you pulled his shirt over your head. “Fuck.” he groaned.
“I know.” You smiled at him. “I am a Bettie.”
He groaned as he pulled you down for a kiss. You felt him growing hard and rolled your hips, grinding onto him. He growled and rolled again, this time you on your back. His lips trailed down your jaw and neck. One of your hands went from the back of his neck, into his hair. The other resting on his shoulder.
When he took a nipple in his mouth, your back arched into him. You grabbed at his shirt by his shoulder blades, and started pulling it up. He chuckled around your nipple and only stopped when you pulled it over his head and arms. You tossed it aside as he moved to the other nipple.
A hand moved down your stomach, and you felt a gentle rub over your clothed mound. He looked up at you with intense green eyes. “I might not be able to undo what he did, Princess. But I will do everything I can to make you forget it for a while, and make you feel good.”
You pulled him up for a kiss as his finger slipped past your panties and found your clit. You gasped into his mouth and he smiled. Your finger tips dug into his waist. “You like that, Princess?” his already low voice somehow got lower. You nodded. “I’ve got something that feels much better.” He licked your bottom lip making you moan, before he trailed his tongue down your body, throwing off the covers as he went. His finger left your clit and he hooked into your panties, pulling them down as his tongue moved lower. Once he maneuvered them over your feet, he tossed them aside, and got comfortable between your legs.
His thumbs opened you up to him, and he gave you a good long lick making you whimper. “That’s what I like to hear, Sweetheart.” He licked his lips before diving back in, licking from your entrance to your clit, before circling around it a few times.
Your hips rose and your fingers went into his short hair, trying to grab hold. “Fuck, Dean.” He sucked on your clit and moaned. “Please.. More..” He slipped a finger past your entrance, and moved it in and out a few times before adding a second. You gasped and rolled your hips against him. “Dean..”
He hooked his fingers, finding your gspot almost instantly, as his tongue hit your clit just right. You cried out as you felt the tightening build. “Come on, baby.” he stopped licking your clit to look up at you. Your back arched your head pushed back into the pillow. Your free hand, squeezing your breast. “Cum for me.” You let out a groan, and he felt your walls flutter letting him know you were close.
He nuzzled back in, his nose brushing your clit before his tongue went at it again. This time when you cried out his name, your clenched around his fingers and came, your body shaking against him as you grabbed hold of what hair you could and held him in place. He went from hungry to gentle in an instant and worked you down.
He smiled, placing a kiss on your inner thigh, and wiping off his face against it. “How are you feeling, Princess?”
“Good, Dean. But not good enough.” He raised his eyebrow at you. “Get up here.”
He moved up your body, and you pulled him into a kiss, your hands instantly pushing down at his boxer briefs. “What do you want, Princess?” His hot breath hit your face.
“You, Dean. All of you.” You pushed them down as far as you could reach, and he kicked them off the rest of the way. As soon as he was free, you wrapped your fingers around him and started pumping. “I want to feel you, Dean.” You guided him to your entrance and rubbed the tip of his dick in your slick. "I want you to fuck me.“
A soon as he felt your entrance again, he thrust forward. ”Fuck, you feel good.“ he groaned. "I’m so glad you came, Princess.”
Your hands clung to his back, feeling his muscles move with every thrust. “Me too, Dean. Best decision I ever made.” One of his hands was next to your head, holding him up, the other went under to grab your ass and lift you slightly. “Fuck!” you cried out when he hit at a new angle.
You moved your hips to meet his thrusts. “That’s it, baby.” he groaned. He went down onto his elbow so his lips could trail over your neck. He sucked and nibbled leaving marks along your neck and shoulder. “Work that sweet little pussy on my dick.” He started going harder.
Your nails dug into his back as he fucked you into the mattress. Whimpers and cries of his name fell from your lips the closer you got to the edge, and he was loving it.
When he felt you clench around him again, he slowed his pace, and rolled his hips rather then thrust. You groaned and held on to him tight as you came. You felt him bury deep as he pulsed inside you, filling you. He continued to fuck you both through your orgasms, as his lips brushed yours.
“No one’s ever fucked me like that before.” You said softly, when you finally came down.
He chuckled softly. “I’ll gladly do it again, Princess. Any time.” He pulled out and kissed you again before getting up and heading to the bathroom. You heard water running, then he returned with a wet wash cloth and cleaned you up.
“No one’s ever done that for me before, either.”
He shook his head. “A damn fucking shame. How do men like that get laid at all? You fuck a girl good, then you take care of her. That’s how it should be.”
“Agreed.” you smiled up at him as he tossed the cloth aside and got back in bed next to you.
“Get some sleep, Princess.” you rolled onto your side and snuggled against him. Your head on his bicep, and your arm around his waist. You were asleep in no time.
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“Did you really need to do that?” You leaned back in your chair. You had excused yourself from the game for a bit, and were talking to Dean now. “Its fun riling him up, I get that. I do it all the time myself, but don’t you think you went a bit far?”
He shook his head. “You don’t belong to anyone. He sounds like one of those guys who whines about the friend zone when he can’t get laid. Assholes like that need to be put in their place.”
You sighed, he was right, Jeff was one of those guys. You’ve heard it a million times when he was talking to Chris and thought you were away, complaining about this girl or that. A few times you heard him asking Chris how to get your attention.
Chris and Jeff knew each other from years back, but they didn’t see each other much after Chris moved. You met Chris in a game. Sarah hadn’t been happy about him spending so many hours gaming with another girl, so you convinced her to join. She quickly became your best friend and every once in a while, one of you would make the trip to visit the other, you lived about two hours apart. Chris introduced you to Jeff one day when you needed an extra person for a game. That was over two years ago. He hit on you instantly, and it got worse when he saw a picture of you and Sarah on her Facebook page.
“I know… he’s a dick, but he’s still my friend, Dean. I’ve been gaming with him for two years.”
“Two years? And he still doesn’t understand ‘no’?” Dean shook his head. “Not much of a friend there, Princess.” He opened the pizza box and grabbed a slice. You stared at him, trying to figure him out. “Look…” he sighed, putting the slice down after he swallowed his bite. “I’m sorry I hurt your friend’s feelings, alright? But I hate guys like that.”
You chuckled. “You did that… You flirted while you killed me over and over again.”
“Difference is, you were interested when I did it. I heard you shut him down over and over and he just kept coming.” You raised an eyebrow and were about to open your mouth. “You came, didn’t you? You were interested.” He gave you a cocky grin, and you shook your head. “Look he’s probably just sulking in the corner okay. When he comes back on, I’ll apologize for being a dick if it’ll make you happy.”
You nodded. “It would.”
“Fine. Settled. Now eat some damn pizza and lets get back in the game.” He smiled.
After a few hours, there was still no word from Jeff. You worried he had blocked you from everything, but Sarah insisted he wasn’t online, unless he blocked her and Chris too. “He’s probably getting hammered. He’ll be back tomorrow night, you know how he is.” Chris mentioned it like it was nothing.
You sighed and nodded. Another hour of gaming, and you were well past buzzed. Dean mentioned that he loved how pink you got when you were drinking. “Shut up.” you blushed, you hoped your pink face from drinking hid it, but the look on his face told you it did not. Fuck.
“I’m done. I can barely shoot. Skype Sarah?”
“Yes! I want to see this guy!”
You chatted with Sarah on Skype for a bit, while Dean played a few more rounds with Chris. Your mic picked up every sound, so she could hear him as he laughed with Chris. “You liiiike him.” she sang in your ears when you looked over at him.
“Shut up.” you chuckled. “He’s hot, I’ll give him that.” Dean winked over at you and bit his lip.
After about an hour of Skyping, Dean looked over at you. “Get some sleep, Princess.” he chuckled. “You look like your about to fall on your face. You can have one of my shirts to sleep in if you want.”
“She wants.” Sarah answered for you’ with a grin in her voice’.
“Shut up.” you told her blushing a deep red.
“Come on, Princess.” He got up, and moved to stand behind you, he unplugged your head set before pulling it off and set it down next to your laptop.
“He looks fit as fuck.” Sarah’s voice filled the room, making Dean chuckle.
“Come on, get up.” You saw Chris slide his chair over next to Sarah to watch what as going on, and find out what Dean looked like. Dean got you standing, inches away from him as you looked up at him. “You going to be alright for a second?” You nodded.
He moved away from you and over towards the bed closest to the bathroom. When he bent over to grab his bag, you heard Sarah whistle. “Hot damn.”
He pulled out a t-shirt before tossing the bag back down. “Here. It’s not much, but it should be comfy.” He headed over to hand it to you. “You can go in the-”
He was cut off by you puling off your shirt where you stood. “You go, sweetheart!” Sarah cheered you on. Her and Chris Whooping and laughing. “Oh Jeff is going to be pissed he missed this. Strip! Strip! Strip!”
“Shut up, Sarah.” you laughed and took the shirt from Dean, pulling it on. Once it was on, you took off your bra from underneath it, and then shimmied out of your jeans.
His eyes watched you with so much interest until you were done. “Alright. Pick a bed.” Your eyebrows when up. “I promise I won’t touch you unless you want me to.” he held his hands up.
“God, this is killing me.” Sarah groaned. It was the laptops built in, so all she was seeing was waist level.
“Yours. ” you answered. His eyebrows shot up this time. “It would be weird sleeping in your brother’s, so you can have his, while I take yours.” You smirked and headed for the bed he had had his bag on.
He chuckled. “Yeah, alright.” Once you were settled in bed, he sighed softly before turning to your laptop. He bent over, smiled into the camera and Sarah gasped. “Night, guys. It was great meeting you.”
“Fuck… You are beautiful..” Sarah stared. Chris gave her a shove. “Right… sorry. Night, Impala.”
“Call me Dean.” he smiled before signing you out. He grabbed his gun, letting his jeans fall, shut his laptop and hit the lights before dropping onto Sam’s bed. He tucked the gun under his pillow and looked over at you already sound asleep. “What a Bettie.” he grinned.
Some time, hours later, you heard a pounding on the door that woke you up. You groaned and rolled over. When the pounding kept up, you looked over at Dean. He was stretched out on the bed in just a black t-shirt, and black boxer briefs. You slipped out of the bed and went over to nudge him. “Dean… Dean wake up.”
He jumped and his hand shot under his pillow, gripping the gun but he didn’t pull it out when he realized it was you. “What? What is it?” Then he heard the pounding on the door. He turned, and saw movement outside the window. “Stay over there.” he told you, sliding out of the bed and headed towards the door with his gun in his hand.
The person at the door heard a click. “Who the fuck are you, and why are you pounding on my brother’s door?”
When he turned his head, there was a giant of a man pointing a gun at his head. “I-I’m looking for Impala67.”
The giant sighed. “Are you fucking kidding me right now?” When the door opened and he was faced with another gun, the stranger almost stumbled back. “What the fuck, Dean, what did I tell you about random fucking people from dating sites coming back to our damn room. We’re suppose to be working.” He turned and left, heading back to his room and slamming the door.
Dean rolled his eyes and tossed the gun onto the bed. “Who are you?”
“Where is she?” was all he growled out.
“Janky Jeff?” Dean laughed. “Oh shit, you really came. ”
“Jeff?” You got up out of the bed and headed towards the door. He looked to be about 5'9, shorter then he had said. He was lean, and a bit muscular, but no where near Dean, or his brother Sam. He looked beyond average. There was nothing at all interesting about his natural looks, but he tried hard to compensate for that with his style. He was wearing a Dream Theatre t-shirt, tight black jeans and combat boots. His eyes took you in, looking you up and down, obviously wearing Deans shirt, and it looked like nothing else. His eyes went from you, to Dean and he took a swing. “Jeff!” You screamed.
Dean moved out of the way with such ease. “Now, now. That’s no way to greet someone.” he teased.
“What gave you the right to fucking sleep with her?” He growled trying to take another swing.
“Whoa, there Rambo…” Dean furrowed his brows and blocked the next shot. “I didn’t touch anyone.”
“You’re a fucking creep, probably a psycho-”
“I’m a psycho?!” Dean laughed, and instead of blocking this swing, he grabbed his wrist. “You drove hours, I’m assuming, just to fight me over a girl who’s not fucking interested in you.” He gave Jeff a shove, pushing him away from the doorway so he could step outside. If this was going to get bad, he didn’t want you getting trapped in the room. “You pounded on my door like a maniac in the middle of the night. You’re taking swing after swing, making accusations.”
“Stop making her look like a whore.” Jeff ground out and shoved Dean.
“I ain’t making anyone look like anything.” Dean growled, and slammed him down on the hood of his Impala. “You’re making her sound like that. I never touched her. I gave her a shirt and a bed to sleep in because she’s too fucking drunk to go home. There’s two beds in there, asshole. She didn’t have to come over. She didn’t have to drink, and she sure as fuck doesn’t have to put up with this shit that you brought to my fucking door. She wanted to be here, I never made her do anything she didn’t want to do. Get your head out of your ass.”
You grabbed your cell, and dialed Sarah’s number. When you heard her half asleep voice as she picked up, you almost cried. “Sarah, wake up Chris. Jeff showed up here. He’s losing it. I’m scared he’s going to get hurt here Sarah.. He doesn’t stand a chance.”
“Chris said we can be there in about 45 minutes.” She rushed, You could hear her and Chris scrambling out the door.
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