Summary: Dean's girlfriend has a secret fear and he and Sam learn about it in a bit of a funny way.
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, reader
Warnings: this fic is based on something that happened to me this week and I understand it's irrational but I'm horribly terrified of snakes so to get it out of my head I wrote this, sorry if you don't like them and want to skip this fic I understand.
A/N: I know that most snakes won't hurt people... but some little spot in my brain does not know that no matter how much I tell it the facts.
Word Count: 897 divider created by me in Canva
They’d hunted together for nearly 15 years – how they’d never run into a situation like this before Dean wasn’t sure. He loved her an thought he knew everything about her – what movies she liked or didn’t like, her favorite candy, soda, flavor of pie, but this - this came as a surprise!
Dean had done his very best not to laugh, at least not in front of her – but seriously she was the bravest woman he knew, how did such a little creature scare her that badly?!
They had been carefully making their way into the kitchen of a long-abandoned farmhouse that sat in the middle of nowhere. It was hours away from any large town or big city on the plains of Colorado. The only thing they thought they’d find was the ghost of a farmer who’d murdered his family during the great depression, but had recently been chopping up any who dare enter the property.
Three deaths within as many weeks had gotten the hunting trio’s attention. They figured out that the beginning of fall had attracted the usual teenagers looking to be scared and some of them had used a spirit board to call the famer out and begin his vengeful activities. If he couldn’t find happiness, he’d make sure no one else would either so here they were attempting to put an end to the farmer’s spirit before anyone else was harmed or anymore spirits were attracted to the activity.
It was up to Sam and Dean to finish the job, seeing as how Y/N had abandoned the hunt and was cowering in the car. Thankfully the hunt was done and over rather quickly with all the research Y/N had put into the case before arriving.
Dean was glad he’d be able to take his girl back to the motel and discuss the incident. It hadn’t been the ghost that had sent her running for the safety of the Impala – no it was a little one-foot-long snake.
She rounded the corner just behind Sam, the snake dropped down from a partially exposed beam, landing on the kitchen table a foot or so ahead of her and that’s when she yelped.
“A sssssnnnaahhhh!” she grit out in a whispered yell before dodging around Dean and bolting out the door.
Sam’s face contorted in confusion and Dean stepped outside just in time to see her launch herself into the back seat and slam the door shut.
Dean had to admit that he was surprised she hadn’t screeched all the way to the car but he supposed she had no extra air in her lungs to scream because the speed with which she moved was impressive. He was certain he wouldn’t have caught up to her before she reached the car, an impressive feat for someone that much smaller than he or Sam.
As they eventually lit the house on fire in an attempt to keep any other spirits from returning in the future Sam asked, “did we know she had Ophidiophobia?”
Dean walked a few feet toward the car and paused, “Opha-what?”
“An extreme fear of snakes,” Sam stopped walking to glare at him.
“No, we did not,” Dean grumbled, ‘at least my brother didn’t know something about my girl that I didn’t know,’ he reminded himself.
Once they got back to the motel and cleaned up Sam said he was going to take a walk to clear his head and he’d grab food to bring back if they wanted – Dean and Y/N agreed and Sam hurried out the door.
Y/N went in the bathroom to change her clothes and Dean began to wonder if she was waiting until Sam returned to come out.
After several minutes of waiting she came out, tossed her clothes in her bag and settled on the far end of the couch.
“So, now that Sammy’s gone do you wanna talk about what happened back there?”
She looked down, “not really.”
“Sweetheart,” Dean settled on the couch next to her, “we agreed to never keep secrets.”
“I didn’t think this one was worth mentioning,” she groaned, “when was it ever going to come up? Never – at least that’s what I thought,” she mumbled.
“I know you’re not into the jump scares but this”
She cut him off, “no this wasn’t a jump scare it was a mother-fucking snake. I hate them… I know it’s irrational and illogical and I despise that part of me but I just can’t get rid of it.”
Dean kissed her softly, “I’m not mad. I am going to tell you it was a bit hilarious watching my badass hunter stutter and sprint away though.”
“I was legit scared.”
“Well, it did plop down without warning so I get being startled,” he tugged her into his lap, “but,” he kissed her cheek, “it’s so much smaller than the anaconda you usually handle”
“Dean Winchester!” she smacked his chest. “It’s not funny.”
“But you seem so capable with large snakes,” he winked.
“You’re a perv.”
“Yeah, but I’m your perv.”
She kissed him, “yeah, but if you keep talking like that your “anaconda” isn’t gonna get any attention.
Sam’s ringtone effectively ended their conversation – a conversation she was grateful to be done with, at least for the moment.
Dean and Sam now knew she was scared of snakes and that was enough for her for one day.
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: John Winchester/Sam Winchester
Characters: Sam Winchester, John Winchester
Additional Tags: Established John Winchester/Sam Winchester, Hunt Gone Wrong, John Driving The Hell Out Of The Impala, Dean's Gonna Be Pissed, Sam Winchester Has a Plan, John Winchester Not Being an Asshole, swear to god, There's A Serious Story In Here, Non-Explicit, Very fond memories
Summary:
Sam and John were out hunting werewolves, but they quickly found themselves outnumbered and fleeing for their lives. Caught up in a blizzard, Sam comes up with a plan on the fly to save the day. And reap the rewards.
Sam seemed confused. He must have already lost too much blood. Dean tried to get up, but his legs wouldn’t support him, and he refused to let Sam help him. His younger brother was totally unaware of how bad his injuries were. They’d just lost Ellen and Jo, Dean couldn’t lose Sam too… again.
Summary: She always plays the piano when something is wrong.
Square Filled: Hunt Gone Wrong (SPN Genre Bingo)
Pairing(s): Dean Winchester x Reader
Word Count: 254
Warning: Loss of family. Loss of someone on a hunt.
A/N: Written for @spngenrebingo. This drabble is @x-waywardaf-x‘s prize from my 350 follower’s giveaway. I made this aesthetic a while back, but I wanted to write a drabble to go alone with it.
I do not own any of the pictures used in my story aesthetic. I found them on pinterest.
Her fingers were flying over the ivory keys and tears were falling. It had been her first hunt after everything that happened. She had lost so much - her husband and her twin baby girls. There was no way she could've known what was going to happen. He was only 4 years old. They had found him hiding in the closet as they did a sweep of the house. The house that Crowley had repeatedly told the three of them was empty.
The song she was playing slowed down in tempo.
Dean had brought two glasses and a bottle of whiskey. “We can't save them all.”
“I know that.” Her eyes met his and the music stopped playing as he handed her a glass. “I know that, but yet..”
“He was so young…”
“Chase. That's what he told me his name was. Seems like something got a hold of his family first, and then came after him.”
“I don't envy having a gift like that.”
“That's what everyone says. I wouldn't trade it for the world but it makes working on cases tricky.” She felt him pull her closer and she wrapped her arms around his neck.
“I can't guarantee things will be easy but I can try to ease that pain a little.” He gently kissed her on the crown of her head and he asked if she wanted to continue playing the piano. She shook her head and the two of them sat there in silence.
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Reader/Dean
Reader gender: Female
One-shot
Warnings: Alllll the fluff!
“What the hell Dean?!”
You lower the knife you had been ready to thrust into the chest of whatever it was that was sneaking around the bunker in the middle of the night as you lay eyes on the hunter.
“I could have stabbed you!”
Dean scoffs.
You sigh and toss the knife back on the bench.
“What are you doing here? I thought you and Sam were gone for the week. Wasn’t expecting you guys back for at least another two days.”
“And I thought you were asleep, guess we were both wrong,” Dean says in a smug tone.
“Couldn’t sleep,” you mutter.
Whenever the boys left for hunts that you didn’t or couldn’t go on, you found it much harder to sleep and concentrate on other things. You were never sure whether it was because you worried about them, or you worried about being alone by yourself, given the business you’d chosen to involve yourself in. You had reason enough to be as far as you were concerned. You were here because the rest of your family had been killed by demons, and you would have joined them if it hadn’t been for Dean and Sam.
“What about you? Why are you back early? Everything okay?”
“Yeah,” Dean says nonchalantly, waving the question away. “Finished earlier than we thought we would is all.”
“And that didn’t require a call because?”
Dean frowns at you.
“Does it matter (Y/N)?” he asks curtly. “We’re back now.”
You can tell right away that he’s intent on avoiding the question, and given the late time and the exhaustion running through your body, you decide to leave it alone.
“Where’s Sam?”
“Fell asleep in the car,” Dean smirks. “Decided it was easier not to wake sleepy beauty.”
“Fair enough. Beer?”
“Hell yes,” Dean mutters, and so you pull two bottles from the fridge and crack them open on the edge of the bench top. “Cheers.”
“So how’d it go, anyway?” you ask, pushing yourself up to sit on the bench, watching the Winchester as he leans against the wall, staring into his bottle.
“Fine,” he says shortly. “Found the wendigo. Killed it.”
“And yet you don’t seem to be in a celebrating mood,” you observe.
“(Y/N), I really don’t wanna talk about it,” Dean grunts.
You sigh. There was only one reason Dean would act this way after a successful hunt.
“Who’d you lose?”
Dean looks up at you, pain in his eyes.
“Kid and his dad. Kid was nine. Excited because it was his first time camping.”
You reach out and run your thumb over the back of his hand.
“I’m sorry,” you say quietly. “But…at least it won’t take anyone else now.”
“Yeah. Fantastic.”
Well now what? You know this Dean. This is the Dean that thinks if he’d just been a little bit faster, caught on a little bit quicker, then they wouldn’t have died. This is the Dean that will blame himself for every little problem that occurs in a hunt. This is the Dean that doesn’t believe that those deaths were an unfortunate sacrifice for the greater good. Yes, it was sad, it was horrible in fact, that this child and his father had died at the hands of a wendigo, but others had died before them, and now no one else would. Still, you don’t really know what to do about it. You hadn’t exactly planned on this evening.
“So, what did you do while we were botching up our hunt anyway?” asks Dean, clearly trying to change the subject. “Didn’t you have a potential hunt or something?”
“Bust,” you grunt. “Just some normal old sicko who enjoyed cutting out hearts. No werewolves here.”
“Too bad. So you’ve just been, what? Hanging around?”
You shrug.
“Pretty much. Keeping an eye out for new hunts but things are surprisingly quiet at the moment. Apparently Crowley’s reigning in his demon crew.”
“You talk to him?”
“Nah. Just a gut feeling.”
“So you’ve done nothing?”
“I think I deserve a break!” you object pointedly, holding up the side of your shirt to remind him of the unfortunate incident with a shape shifter and a shotgun last week.
“You should have called Cas,” Dean says, a hint of worry in his voice.
“I don’t need Castiel. I’m fully capable of healing by myself, thank you very much!”
“Whoa, hey, just offering advice,” Dean says, throwing his hands up defensively. “No need to bite my head off.”
You give a sort of growling grunt as you take a swig from your bottle. Dean steps up to you, leaning against the bench right beside you. You stare up at him, taking in the three-day stubble peppered over his chin, the gentle expression in his eyes, the muscles threatening to burst from his tight fitting tee. Wow, he was pretty.
“You okay?” he asked.
You blink and quickly stare down at your feet, hanging about a foot from the ground.
“Yeah. Fine.”
Oh yeah, you’re the best liar the world’s ever bloody seen, and Dean totally knows it. He starts prodding your arm in that annoying way he always does when he knows you’re not letting on. Well, at least it was better than yelling, which he reserved for when Sam was close lipped.
“Quit it!” you groan, squirming away from him until you reach the edge of the bench and can’t move any further. “Fuck off!”
“Now, now, no need to swear.”
“Dean, piss off!”
“Tell me what’s wrong (Y/N).”
“I’m fine!”
“I’m not gonna stop (Y/N),” he warns.
You grab his hand as he goes to keep poking you, glaring at him.
“Drop it!”
Dean grins at you.
“You missed us, didn’t you?”
“No!”
Oh God yes. You had missed the sound of his voice, the sound of his footsteps plodding through the bunker, the way his face lit up when he smiled. You hated staying back when Dean went hunting, even if Sam and Castiel were around to keep you company still. They were fun and all, but it was Dean that really brightened your day.
“You did! You missed us!”
“Yes, fine! I missed you, okay?”
“Wasn’t so hard, was it?” Dean asks, smirking. “Just wait til I tell Sammy. He’ll probably get all sappy and-“
“I didn’t miss him,” you say suddenly, locking eyes with the hunter.
Dean’s mouth falls open slightly, staring at you for a moment. You swallow. You’ve gone too far. You shouldn’t have opened your stupid mouth. There was no repairing this damage. You open your mouth to apologise when suddenly his lips are pressed to yours, his hands drawing you close to him. You melt into the embrace, kissing him back.
He breaks away from you, resting his forehead against yours, a hand coming up to brush your cheek softly.
“I’ve wanted you since the day I saw you,” he breathes, rubbing his nose against hers.
You reach up to nip at his bottom lip, pulling him back into you, kissing him fiercely. He moans and works his tongue into your mouth, dancing around your tongue and fighting for dominance, which he quickly achieves as he tugs you closer, pressing you right up to him.
“Shall we take this elsewhere?” he asks, parting from you to press warm kisses down your neck. “In case…Sam…wakes up?”
In response, you wrap your legs around his waist and he lifts you off the bench, grasping your arse tightly as he carried you to his room. Kicking the door closed behind him, he tips you onto the bed, leaning over you to return to his assault on your neck. You moan and press your fingers through his hair as he nips at your collar bone.
He tugs your tank top over your head and tosses it aside, growling happily at your lack of a bra given you had expected to be alone. He trails his tongue down your torso, licking right around the bulge of your left breast before resting his lips on your nipple and sucking gently. You groan, pulling him as close to your chest as possible while bucking your hips into his. He chuckles into your skin, sending shivers down your spine.
“Don’t worry (Y/N), I’ll get there.”
You hadn’t realised the hunter could be so gentle as he ran his hands up and down your body. Dean was usually strong, loud, outspoken. You had always been aware that he had a soft, caring side, but you hadn’t expected it to show in bed. His head continued to travel down your midrift, and soon he was placing open mouthed kisses at the edge of your jeans while his fingers slip beneath the waistline and pull the pants down and off your ankles.
Dean hums happily at the sight of your lace panties, glancing up at you with a grin on his face. Before you can ask what he’s doing, he licks from the base of your slit right up to the waistline of your panties. As his tongue passes over your clit, you shudder and moan, gripping at his hair again. He takes hold of the waistband of your underwear and pulls them down far enough to reveal your wet sex.
He places a flat tongue over your sex and licks up again, pulling a loud moan from your chest. His lips seal around your clit and he starts to suck and nibble at your nerve centre, making you writhe over the sheets.
“Oh fuck! Dean! Fuck!”
The knot in your stomach is quickly tightening, but before you can release, Dean pulls away abruptly.
“Dean!” you whine. “Please! I was so close! Come on Dean!”
He grins at you and kisses you softly before he breaks away to wrestle his pants and boxers off.
“Ready for me (Y/N)?”
You glance down at him and moan at the sight of his throbbing cock. He strokes himself a few times before lining himself up at your entrance. With a deep groan he presses into you, his length and girth stretching you right to your limit. He seats himself inside you, giving you time to adjust, kissing a trail down your neck. After a moment, he starts to thrust into you, setting a quick tempo and almost immediately finding that secret spot inside you.
Moans and whimpers rip from your throat as you buck your hips to meet his thrusts, the heat inside you building to boiling point.
“Ah fuck! Dean, I’m so close! So fucking close!”
“Cum for me (Y/N). Cum for me baby.”
You scream as your orgasm hits you, repeating his name over and over. As your walls clench around him, his thrusts strengthen, becoming erratic, until he slams into you a final time, spilling his seed inside you, panting hard. He rests on your chest, listening to your racing heartbeat. Eventually he pulls out of you, triggering groans from both of you, before rolling onto his back, staring at the ceiling, chest rising and falling heavily.
“Fuckin’ hell,” he breathes. “That was…fuck.”
He props himself up an on elbow, turning to grin at you.
“You’re gorgeous baby girl.”
You smile at him and peck his cheek lightly.
“You’re not too shabby yourself.”
Dean chuckles and hits your shoulder gently.
“Shut up. I’m spectacular.”
There’s silence for a few moments as he surveys you happily.
“I meant it you know,” he says. “I want you.”
“Well, Dean, I don’t know if you were present or not, but I’m pretty sure you just got me,” you point out.
“Yeah, alright, smart arse,” Dean smirks. “Wanna quit taking back for two seconds and actually act like an adult?”
You smirk at the idea that Dean could act like an adult, but shrug and nod.
“Look, I don’t do this very often but…go out with me?” he asks, biting his lip.
He looks so nervous you almost pity him.
“Yeah Dean. Of course I’ll go out with you,” you say, smiling.
Dean grinned and rolled on top of you again, kissing you passionately.
Claire managed to finish her hunt, taking the Wendigo out before collapsing on the ground. She clutched her stomach, where it had taken a large swipe at her. She was getting light headed from the blood loss. She didn't even want to look down at the wound yet.
Stumbling towards her truck, she was able to get behind the wheel. It wouldn't be the best idea to drive to motel but she didn't have any other choice. Definitely one of the downsides to hunting solo. She leaned her head back and groaned, pulling her phone out. She hit the speed dial for Stiles' number. She knew he was going to chew her out but she didn't have any other choice.
Catching his voice mail, she grunted as she shifted in the driver's seat. "Stiles, I..I need you to call me back. The hunt's over but I'm not doing too well. I lost a lot of blood and I don't think I can drive back to the hotel." She took a deep breath, pressing harder on her wound. "I'm only about an hour out." She gave him directions the best she could, taking painful breaths in between. "Please, just..I need you."
