#spn reader inserts

You slung back another shot, enjoying the way it burned as it slid down the back of your throat and you looked up as another one was immediately replacing its spot on the bar in front of you.

“I didn’t order that,” you said to the bartender, even though in your current drowning your sorrows mood you were glad for its appearance.

He tipped you a quick wink, “It’s from the fella at the end of the bar,” and you followed the direction of his finger where it was indicating a blond-haired stranger sitting about five seats further down.

You grabbed the shot glass and raised it in his direction, and you couldn’t help the way you licked your lips seductively right before you downed the amber colored liquid. There was something about the light scruff on his chin and his hair that would be the perfect length for grabbing him by to shove between your legs that had you feeling perky at just the thought he might be interested in you.

Relishing again in the heat that seared the inside of your throat as you threw back the shot, suppressing the slight shiver you felt, you turned to smile and toss your hair playfully over your shoulder at the man who had bought you a drink, the flirtatious gesture worked and soon he was walking over to the seat closest to you and holding out his large hand.

“Name’s Dean,” your tiny fingers fit delicately into his palm as you shook his hand, “what’s your name sweetheart?” He asked as you stared at him in what was most likely slack-jawed wonder.

“Y/N,” you shut your mouth, thinking that words were overrated, and bit your bottom lip instead.

"That's a pretty name," his mouth was grinning widely and put his perfectly white straight teeth on display.

There was no point in being coy, you wanted him, at least this one night stand would be enough to distract you for the night. You pulled up all the bravery you could muster, knowing that this was the single most gorgeous looking man you had come across in a long time. Also, a man like this most likely could erase any lingering memory of your ex, his experience was evident in his easy manner and the way he was massaging his hand against yours.

“Would you like to get out of here Dean?” You spoke up quickly before you lost your nerve.

“Yes ma’am,” he said as he pulled you up off the stool by your hand that he was still holding, and led you outside.

“I’ve got a room right over here,”  Dean indicated at the little motel that was a few hundred yards away.

You couldn’t wait, pulling him sideways you tugged him into the darkened walkway next to the bar, your hands went to his chest, pressing him into the brick-walled alley, doubting in a place like this there would be anyone who would come out here in the middle of the night, and a part of you didn’t care even if they did.

“Already hot for me are you?” He fisted his hand in your hair and tilted your head to the side to press his plush pink lips against your neck, you thought briefly that you would probably have to work to cover some purple and blue marks there tomorrow.

You fought for control, wanting to get to his lips but he was stronger than you and a quick yank on your locks had you submitting easily. He kissed your lips, moving his mouth in perfect time against yours, before sliding his tongue along your bottom lip. You felt his teeth scrape against it before grabbing it lightly between his teeth and tugging.

He untangled his hand from your hair and slid it down your neck over your shoulder and grabbed your upper arm his other hand moving to the opposite side of you and in a split second, he was in charge, spinning you around so it was your back pressing into the hard cold bricks.

“Weee,” you said playfully, your voice a low whisper.

He silenced you with another kiss. You were glad you had decided to wear your short denim skirt because in another second you were lifting your leg to wrap it around Dean. He got the memo and used his hands to lift your by your thighs so you could get your legs around his waist.

You could feel his hardness pressing through the layers of his jeans and your panties and you wanted nothing more than to feel him inside you.

“Come on Dean, let’s do this,” you tried to move your hand to rub the bulge in his pants but you couldn’t do it with the weird angle.

He used one hand to come around under your ass, holding you firmly against the wall so he could give you enough space to get his jeans undone. You were already wet and ready from the excitement of the little tryst you were having. Dean pulled a condom out of his back pocket and wiggled his jeans just off of his hips enough so he could roll it over his hard cock.

After the strange maneuvering was out of the way he managed to hold you firmly again and you were able to line him up with your entrance, pushing your own panties out of the way. You couldn’t believe how big he was as he slowly thrust inside of you and you rubbed your clit, your hand nothing more than a flesh-colored blur as you quickly tried to work yourself to orgasm.

In a matter of minutes, you were clenching around his cock, but you could still feel him pounding into you hard and fast, the rough texture of the bricks were grinding against your exposed part of your lower back and the cheeks of your ass, and you hissed slightly the pain and pleasure mixing together perfectly.

His hips began to stutter and he tipped his head back, “shit, I’m gonna cum,” it sounded more like a growl than a coherent sentence.

You pushed on his chest and he stopped, pulling out of you, and helping you back on the ground.

You climbed onto your knees and smiled up at him, “cum on me, right here,” you said as you pulled down your top your tits spilling out over the stretchy neckline of your tank top.

He grinned down at you, pulled off the condom, and was tossing it over his shoulder to land somewhere in the back alley before he started jerking himself hard and fast. Soon he sprayed his wet sticky excitement in long hot spurts over your exposed chest and you couldn’t help but laugh as he looked down at you and shoved his softening cock back in his jeans.

You knew you looked like a hot mess, but you didn’t care you could sneak out of the alley to your car and clean yourself up at home, no one would be any wiser that this night had happened at all. You saw that in pushing yourself back into your top and straightening out your clothes, Dean had already started to walk back over to the bar, leaving you on your own.

“It was nice meeting you Dean,” you called out as his figure retreated.

“Gabe!” you shouted with laughter, squirming out of his hold to get him to stop tickling you. “Took you long enough!”

Gabriel fake pouted. “I know, I’m sorry. But look!” he said, holding up two full grocery bags, one in each hand. “I bought all the stuff you asked for. Aren’t I the best boyfriend ever?”

You scoffed with a grin, taking the bags from him and setting them down on the counter. “Yeah, yeah, I guess you’re not that bad. Thank you.”

Gabe kissed the top of your head before watching you pull out the items from the bags, laying them out on the counter. “Remind me what all of this is for, again?”

“We’re making caramel apples! For Halloween tomorrow.”

“Ah, yes that’s right,” Gabe nodded. “So, you'll be doing the baking and I’ll be doing the eating, right?” he teased.

“Oh, no, mister. You’re helping me this year. But don’t worry, making caramel apples is easy! Just follow my lead.”

Gabriel saluted you. “Yes ma’am.”

You smiled. “First thing’s first: grab a pan and spray it with cooking oil.”

He nodded, grabbing the pan and holding the can of cooking oil right in front of it.

“Wait!” you exclaimed, stopping him. “Don’t hold the spray so close. You need a nice, even layer of the oil all over the pan, okay?”

Gabriel raised his eyebrows in mock offense. “Oh, well excuuuuse me!”

You grinned, taking the pan and cooking oil from him. “So sassy. Here, I’ll do it. You just start taking the stems off of all the apples.”

“Now that I can do.”

Gabriel began humming a tune that you weren’t familiar with as you sprayed the pan before turning around to grab a bowl and the bag of caramel pieces, getting them set up. “Babe, how are the apples comin’?”

Just as you turned around, you watched him take a giant bite of an apple. “Gabriel!”

“Sorry, sugar,” he laughed with a mouthful of apple, holding his hands up in surrender. “I couldn’t help myself.”

You grinned, smacking him playfully on the chest. “You suck.”

“Not as good as you,” he teased with a wink.

“Gabriel!” you gasped, laughing. You went to playfully shove him but he caught your hands in his, smiling down at you.

“Alright, alright, I’m done. What’s the next step?” he asked.

“Putting the sticks into the apples,” you replied, holding up a bundle of lollipop sticks.

The two of you worked quickly and in comfortable silence, finishing up in under a few minutes.

“Now what?” he asked.

You grabbed the bag of caramel and held it up. “Now it’s time for your favorite part.”

Gabe clapped his hands together, a delighted grin on his face. “That’s what I’m talkin’ about. Let’s get to it, sweetcheeks.”

You and Gabriel unwrapped all the pieces of caramel and put them in a bowl before setting in the microwave, setting the timer for two minutes.

“And now, we wait,” Gabriel sighed.

You hopped up onto the counter to sit and Gabe stood between your legs, his hands resting on your thighs. “Life is hard,” you teased.

He smirked. “You have no idea. But you make it much easier.”

Gabriel’s words sent a blush to your cheeks. “Who knew my little archangel could be such a sap?”

He playfully rolled his eyes at you. “Yeah, yeah.” He then met you halfway for a kiss that warmed you from the inside out, and that’s when the timer dinged. Gabriel pulled away with an annoyed grunt. “This caramel better be good. I don’t stop kissing my girl for just any candy.”

“I feel so special,” you chuckled, hopping down and opening the microwave, pulling out the bowl of melted caramel. “It smells so good!”  

Without warning, Gabe stuck his finger in the bowl and scooped up some caramel before popping it in his mouth, moaning obscenely at the taste. “It is so good.”

“Gabriel!” you scolded. “We’re using these for the apples! You’re gonna get your germs all in the caramel.”

“I think if I had cooties, you would’ve gotten them by now,” he pointed out. He stuck his finger in one more time before holding it in front of your mouth. “Wanna taste?”

You sighed, giving in. It did look amazing. You opened your mouth and that’s when Gabriel pulled his finger back and sucked the caramel off himself, laughing hysterically at your disappointed face. “You ass!”

“Don’t tell me you didn’t see that coming,” he laughed, wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you close.

“Meany,” you pouted.

Gabriel leaned in with a smile and kissed you, sliding his tongue against yours briefly before pulling away.

“You taste good,” you said, licking your lips. He tasted just like the caramel.

“I always do,” he replied, winking. “Alright, let’s coat these apples, shall we?”

“We shall,” you agreed with a smile.

The two of you worked in comfortable silence standing side by side, taking each apple and rolling it carefully in the caramel before gently setting them on the pan, both of you trying hard not to get caramel everywhere.

“We’re done!” you exclaimed gleefully, looking at the pan full of about a dozen caramel apples. “And there’s even leftover caramel.”

“Now what?” Gabe asked.

“Now, we stick the pan in the fridge for about 15 minutes. And then they’ll be done!”

Gabe pouted. "But I want one now.”

You rolled your eyes, putting the pan the fridge before grabbing the bowl of caramel and sticking your finger in it. You scooped up some caramel and booped Gabriel with it, making him go crosseyed as he tried to look at his nose.

“You’re so cute!” you giggled.

“Oh, it is so on,” he warned, a grin spreading across his face.

As soon as Gabriel grabbed the bowl from your hand, you took off down the hall with a squeal, adrenaline pumping through your veins as you heard his feet take off after you.

“You can’t run from an archangel, sweetheart!” Gabe shouted after you.

“I can try!” you yelled back.

As soon as you turned the corner, you ran straight into Gabriel, making you shout in surprise. “Damn it! You cheated!”

He laughed. “I did just warn you, didn’t I?” Before you could run away again, he booped you, putting a glob of caramel on the tip of your nose. “There. Now you’re almost as cute as me.”

“Shutup!” you laughed. “I know 15 minutes hasn’t passed, but do you want to check on the caramel apples? Maybe we can eat one now.”

“You took the words right out of my mouth.”

Gabe followed you back into the kitchen, watching as you opened the fridge and peeled a caramel apple off of the pan. The caramel was still pretty gooey, but that didn’t bother you. Your mouth watered at just looking at it.

“Wanna share?” you asked, holding up the apple.

Gabe smirked and nodded. You held up the apple as the two of you bit into the opposite sides, the caramel smearing over both of your noses, mouths and chins. You both pulled away laughing, wiping at your faces.

“Oh, dad, when did you turn me into such a cheeseball? This is straight out of Lady and the Tramp.”

“It’s ‘cause you love me so much. You can’t help it.”

Gabriel wrapped his arms around you, leaning in for a kiss. “You taste sweeter than caramel, sugar.”

You chuckled, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Love you, Gabe.”

“And I love you.”

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