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Even though your leg’s been fully healed since a couple of days, Dean insisted that you should take it easy. Restless as you were, however, you offered to tag along, join him after all.

His response you couldn’t have anticipated.

“I’m on my way home already,” he said through the phone, the curl of his lips audible. “Surprise, sweetheart.”

You immediately dropped everything.

That thick novel you’ve been reading? Shoved back onto the shelves. Your warm cup of tea to comfort that empty feeling in your chest? Left behind to cool entirely. Blanket? Who needed that when soon you would have your boyfriend’s arms back around you!

You nearly tripped over your own two feet as you rushed to your wardrobe. If you’d manage to break another bone in the process of exchanging your pyjamas for something nicer, Dean wouldn’t let you hear the end of it.

However, in your giddiness you could not be bothered to care.

Dean informed you that he’d be at the Bunker in an hour or two, which was just enough time to prepare everything. Like cleaning your room and making yourself presentable.

Absorbed in your own world, you hummed along to your playlist as you did the finishing touches of your makeup. Though, when your door creaked open, you squealed— half surprised, half flustered.

“You’re early,” you huffed, though the wide smile and the brightness in your eyes belied your attempt at scolding him.

You jumped up from the bed, practically flinging yourself into his arms. His eyes almost appeared greener than you remembered, or maybe you just missed the color so badly that seeing it again made your heart flutter even more than usual.

“My bad,” he played along with a chuckle and the deep rumble of his voice sent your pulse skyrocketing, “Want me to leave again and come back later?”

“Don’t you dare, Winchester,” you retorted, grin still wide on your tinted lips. Before he could even think about abandoning you again, whether in jest or not, you pulled him into a kiss, the familiar taste of him melting your heart right away.

Despite being worn down after a long drive and an even longer hunt, Dean soaked up your excited welcome, mimicking the effortless smile you wore.

“I missed you,” he mumbled against your mouth with a relieved sigh.

“Missed you too,” you whispered back, connecting your lips with his in another chaste kiss.

“I can tell,” he grinned, leaning back only to scan you up and down. You had picked one of his old Metallica shirts, paired with a denim mini-skirt. One that left him no choice but to whistle.

“Two weeks without me and you turn into a caveman,” you quipped teasingly. Still, that look of approval and desire caused your skin to tingle.

“Can’t blame a guy for appreciating his pretty girl,” Dean shrugged, boyish grin plastered across his face. “You look like a work of art.”

“And the canvas isn’t even done yet,” you chuckled. “Can you grab my lipgloss from the bathroom real quick?”

Dean didn’t respond for a second, too busy taking in the sight of you. His hands lazily trailed up and down your sides, testing the material of his shirt, the fabric old and worn and falling softly over those irresistble curves of yours. You were asking the impossible of him—no way did he want to pull away from you for even just another minute.

“What’s the point if I’m gonna kiss it off that pretty mouth anyway?,” Dean tested, wiggling his eyebrows playfully.

“Hold your horses, Cassanova,” you clicked your tongue with that flustered grin of yours, shyly shoving at his shoulder to nudge him towards the bathroom. “It’s the cherry flavored one, your favorite.”

Dean’s eyes lit up to match the flirtatious sparkle in yours, both thanks to the heavenly sound of your laugh and your little promise.

“Should’ve said so sooner, sweetheart,” he hummed with that wide, giddy grin of his. Though he did not let you off the hook that easily — giving you another peck, along with a well measured squeeze of your ass that had you yelp and giggle again — he turned on his heel and retreated to the bathroom.

“Gotta freshen up a bit anyway,” was the last thing you heard him mumble.

As for you, you swiftly finished the last bits of preparations. The moment you learned he’d finally come home, you knew just how to welcome him back properly. Microwaved popcorn, some slices of greasy pizza, one or two of Dean’s favorite old Western classics.

“Steve McQueen or John Wayne?,” you called as you were shuffling through the DVD collection in the box, which usually sat under your bed. You’d found it pulled out already and, what can you say, sometime’s not tidying up immediately has its perks.

And sometimes it’s a bulletproof set-up for failure.

Dean returned just then, though it’s the rasp of his voice that grabs your attention rather than the steps of heavy boots you expected to appear behind you.

“Wanna tell me what this is?”

Curious, your head turned to him. Your gaze fell on his frame first, much closer than you thought he’d be and half-naked. He’s washed the grime off his skin, which thus was slightly damp and smelled like the perfect blend of citrus and spice.

Once finally managing to peel your eyes off his broad chest, your eyelashes flickered upwards. Though your heart sank right to the bottom of your stomach as you realized what he was holding might’ve been pink, but it definitely wasn’t your lipgloss. Instantly the shade of your cheeks matched the silicone toy he waved around.

Your Satisfyer. Of course, you’d just cleaned it in the bathroom and forgot to put it away. Hence that box not being stashed away yet either.

“I can explain,” you muttered shyly, almost timidly and tense, though your defensive response earned you just a smirk from Dean.

“Relax, sweetheart,” he hummed. “Didn’t say I was mad.”

He turned the small vibrator in his hands, once, twice, eyeing it with curiosity. Not anger. Not disgust or any of that.

“Didn’t know you owned one of these,” he spoke, casually, as if he didn’t just jumpscare the shit out of you by wiggling your sex toy in front of your face.

You’re not sure what prompted you to even attempt defending yourself: “I only use it when I miss you too much…” While justifying why you had it, that explanation certainly didn’t make you feel any less exposed.

A thick silence followed, so heavy between you you could hear your own blood rush through your ears. The blush crept from your face to your neck, darkening into a tomato-red.

Dean stared at you as if you’d grown a second head, and you couldn’t possibly maintain eyecontact with him anymore. Although, when you averted your gaze, he lifted your chin up again, looking down at you with an intensity that overwhelmed you.

“When you miss me,” Dean echoed, voice low and laced with something dangerous. Something proud. Like the secret you just revealed equated to you handing him a trophy.

Shyly, you nodded. Barely.

“You’re thinking of me when you’re touching yourself, sweetheart?” His words had you shudder. And swallow. Thickly. Though your throat remained dry and you didn’t trust yourself to speak up just yet.

“Hmhm,” you hummed quietly, nodding again. Wasn’t it self-explanatory? Of course you were. It was always him you imagined in those moments. It was always his touch you wished would explore you. His hands, mouth, thick cock—

“Show me,” Dean spoke, holding the item out for you.

Bewildered, you blinked at him, unsure if you understood correctly.

“Wh-what?”

He took a step forward, towering over you in a way that made you feel small, but desired all the same. Instinctively, you staggered backwards, until the back of your knees hit the edge of the bed, causing you to sit down.

“Show me what happens when you miss me, sweetheart,” Dean elaborated, placing the toy in your lap and then pulling back.

Your eyes, wide with shock, never left him as he pushed a chair over to the bed and made himself comfortable, sitting there leaned back and ready to enjoy the show.

“But I— You…”

Dean tilted his head, one hand reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “What? I wanna see my girl make herself feel good. Just do it like you normally would.”

It’s not that you were uncomfortable with the idea, knowing he’d never push you to anything you don’t want. It’s rather that his request made heat pool at your core, so fast that it made you dizzy. He couldn’t possibly hold you getting so flustered against you.

This felt like a damn ambush, one that made your brain short circuit.

Hearing the gears turn in your head, Dean leaned forward, supporting his elbows on his knees and tilting his head. “Not your cup of tea, sugar?”

Damn bastard knew what he was doing, letting his wolfish eyes roam your body like you were some frozen-in-the-headlights deer. The low rumble of his voice was enough to make you instinctively squeeze your thighs together.

“No— I mean yes? Just…,” you stuttered, making a complete fool of yourself. This was uncharted territory. You knew your body and how to explore it. Dean knew your body and how to explore it. But in this constellation, the alignment of stars painted a new picture.

While you didn’t want to admit how awkward you felt, not wanting to sound lame, Dean understood without you having to spell it out for him. He got up from the chair and settled on the bed instead, making himself comfortable right behind you.

Biting your lower lip, you let his arms circle around your waist and pull you closer until your back was pressed flush against his chest. The heat of his skin seeped through your clothes and you relaxed into his embrace right away.

“This okay?,” he whispered, the gentleness of his voice contrasted only by the brush of his stubble against your cheek. As his fingertips slipped under your shirt, erasing the tension from your middle, you leaned back into him even further.

“More than okay,” you answered, voice soft but sure.

You felt the smile tugging at his lips against your neck, along with the kiss he placed there. Slow and deliberate. Reassuring you while his fingers made quick work of your skirt’s button. He unfastened it, helping you lift your lower half to slip the denim down and taking your panties right with them.

Both items discarded onto the floor, you shifted into a more comfortable position. You settled between Dean’s legs and slowly spread your own, following the guide of his palms that stroked the plush of your thighs.

“Show me, please?”

The way he asked for it had your heart and pussy flutter in tandem. That desperate edge to his tone, the subtle twitch of his fingers against your inner thighs — as if he was itching to touch you himself, but wanting you to do it instead.

You bit your lower lip and pressed the toy’s switch, its soft buzz making both yours and Dean’s breath hitch.

You guided the vibrator to your slick folds, your center already throbbing with anticipation. Dean’s chin settled on your shoulder, eyes glued to your ministrations. Having him watch you at your most vulnerable, such a private moment suddenly so intimate, it drove you to the brink of insanity.

“You’re tellin’ me this is what I’m missing every time I’m gone?,” Dean huffed through a clenched jaw, absolutely mesmerized by the sight in front of him. You, all splayed out for him, letting yourself fall apart, unwavering trust behind your actions.

A whine left your lips as you shook your head shyly.

“No?,” he hummed, hands still tracing lazy circles over your thighs, occasionally lifting your oversized shirt out of the way.

“Mmh, ‘s different when you’re here,” you replied in between ragged panting.

“Different how?”

“Better.”

You had no idea what those words did to him. Or maybe you did, judging by the way you arched your back and pushed your hips back, just to feel the tent in his boxers.

“What’s it like when I’m not here?” Maybe Dean was pushing his luck, asking you to share the most scandalous of your thoughts, wanting a glimpse of your fantasies. Or maybe he was pushing your buttons in just the right way, relishing in the flush of your cheeks and the tremble of your lips. “What’re you imagining then, baby? Bet you wish it was me touching you, right?”

The moan bubbling from you was broken but beautiful, accompanied by another nod of yours.

“Use your words, sweetheart.”

You angled the toy up slightly until the ring suctioned right over your clit, pressure and friction so delicious you sobbed softly.

“Wish you’d fuck me, keep thinking ‘bout your cock filling me,” you rambled to your own surprise.

“Keep it up, and I might,” Dean chuckled lightly behind you, his only reward for now another kiss to your flushed skin.

Eager to please him, more than pleasuring yourself at this point, you turned up the setting. Though your thighs twitched, you kept chasing the feeling. Your hips automatically bucked into the smooth surface of your toy. It was practically drenched already, glistening with your essence.

“So fucking pretty,” Dean rasped, large hands holding your legs open from behind.

You whimpered, throwing your head back against his shoulder as the pressure between your thighs became nearly unbearable. Dean used the opportunity to plant wet, hot kisses across your neck, burying his nose in the curve of your shoulder.

“Doing so good, baby,” he whispered. “Just a little longer, can you do that for me?”

“Dunno, ‘m so close,” you cried, coil in your lower stomach so damn tight, so damn close to snapping.

“’s alright,” Dean purred, his own hand maneuvering their way between your legs. You yelped softly as you felt his fingers collect your wetness and run right through your slit. “Almost there.”

Overwhelmed, you almost squirmed away, but his grip on you was iron, his words whispering sweet affirmations into your ear. How pretty you looked. How good you felt. How perfect you were. And the best part about it? He was actually, really, right there—not some flicker of your imagination, not the ghost of his touch or the memory of his voice.

Dean slipped one finger inside of you, then added a second one. His thrusts were steady, a welcome scratch to the itch you could never quite manage on your own. A soothe to your nerves only Dean was able to accomplish. He was making you sing and curse and worship his name with your voice.

“Let go for me,” Dean spoke, talking you through it as all that you managed were moans and slight thrashes.

He pushed you over the edge with ease, catching you all the same in the storm of your orgasm. The intense crash of heat washing over you caused one of your hands to grasp his wrist—you weren’t entirely sure whether you were trying to make him slow down or asking him to keep going.

Dean slowed his movement, the pulsating of your heat subsiding gently until all that was left was you, sweaty and shaking in his embrace.

“Good to be back,” Dean quipped jokingly, sealing your long awaited reunion with another lock of your lips.

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note: hello there! welcome to a new series! we are finally entering a new universe, supernatural. i've been missing my winchester boys! it’s time to bring them back for some fun! please let me know what you think! i'm hoping to make this a series! ps - sorry it’s so long for a first part! i hope you find it worth it!

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“Hey! We’re behind. We got tickets on the board,” you say as you walk down toward the kitchen. “Heard,” you hear from your cooks. You turn the corner to get behind the line. Quickly grabbing the next ticket, you help your workers get the food out. “James, my burger’s almost up. Can you grab me some fries?” you say pointing towards him. He replies with a quick nod. “Aye, Annie, table 42′s about to start bitchin’. Let’s get those poppers out,” you share, tapping her on the back. “Echo,” Annie says with a smile. “Y/n! We got a Karen up by 9. Can you help out?” Brandy asks, coming from the front. “Annie, James. Y’all got it back here?” you ask, continuing to flip the burgers and getting them set with their sides. “Yeah, we got it,” James says. You nod and walk out towards the front. 

Landing your eyes on table 9, you see that classic “Karen” hairstyle with her dopey husband across from her. With a sigh, you head towards her. “Hello there! Brandy shared you wanted to speak with me?” you ask, fully prepared for whatever bullshit comes your way. “Yeah, this salad has tomatoes on it. I was very specific when I said that I don’t want tomatoes,” she says with a stern, condescending tone. “Great! So I’ll go ahead and get the chopped salad without tomatoes,” you say with that clear fake customer service voice. You take the plate from in front of her. “Is there anything else I can help you with?” The woman scoffs, “Yeah, you can take this off our bill.” 

Your eyebrows raise in response to her audacity. “So, you don’t want the salad anymore?” you ask. The woman shakes her head. “What are you stupid? Yes, I want my salad,” she screamed. You laugh as you place her plate back onto the table. “You can’t have both, honey,” you say with a stern whisper. You lean your hands onto the table. “Do you want to eat the salad that you’re going to pay for, or do you want nothing, ma’am?” The woman gasps, as though you stabbed her with a fork from her plate. She nods, hiking up a side of her top lip. “One salad with no tomatoes coming right up,” you smile. 

As you walk by your other tables, you hear laughter and someone say, “Nice! I love dinner and a show.” You stop and turn to him. You are prepared to give him the highest level of sass for the day. That’s what they should expect coming in to your diner. As soon as your eyes reach him, your face deadpans. This man looked like a god damned angel. His jaw chiseled and enough to make a grown woman cry. His eyes so damn green the whole world could have stopped but you would have never known. His hair gelled up, but in a way that it still looks so natural and amazing to push your hand through. His shirt as green as his eyes. His eyes that are looking right back into yours. Your heart races and you try to calm yourself with some shaky breaths. “How’s your food?” you ask attempting to fill the space. 

“I’m not complaining,” he says as he takes a huge bite of his burger. You smile, suddenly having worried thoughts if you had anything in your teeth or if your smile was too big. Turning towards his companion, you notice a much taller gentleman. Just as beautiful, but with darker and longer locks. His eyes just as green. His face more sweet and welcoming, as opposed to drop dead gorgeous like the first one. “How about you?” you ask. He smiles, “It’s great. Thank you.” He pushes around the vegetables within his salad. You smile in response, giving the male model a special wink as you walk away. A smirk resting on his face. 

“Brandy, you did not tell me about the male gods at fucking 13!” you say as you land your elbows onto the expo counter. Your heart thumping in your chest. “Oh my god, I know,” she says, meeting you on the counter. “The guy with the short hair already has my number. I will definitely be seeing him later,” she says fanning herself with her receipt pad. “Oo, he’s the one I was looking at too,” you say with a giggle. “Get him, girl.” You look back through the expo window to take one last look at them. The tall one pulled out a laptop and they seemed to now be in a more serious conversation. No matter how serious the discussion must be, the other one is deadly focused on his burger. A man after your own heart. 

-xox-

Finally it’s time to close up shop. You have been counting down the minutes. Two in the morning - absolutely disgusting. The crew is finishing up their closing duties, as you count the money from the registers. “Brandy, I have your tips,” you say, waving her money in the air. She walks by, grabbing the cash as she passes. “Thank you!” You turn towards Annie and James, “Y’all are good to go too! I’ll finish up.” Annie makes a confused face and asks, “Are you sure, y/n?” You laugh as you wipe off the front counter. “All good. Head out before I change my mind,” you chuckle. They all rapidly grab their things. The front door’s bell ringing nonstop as they all rush off into the night. You’re left completely alone in the diner. Exactly how and where you’d like to be. 

A little more cleaning and you’ll be on your way. But first, some rock. You turn on your headphones and place them carefully into your ears. With a simple hit of the play button, your ear buds flood “Crazy Train.” Pretending to play the drums on each intense beat, you begin to walk over to the back to retrieve your broom. You grab onto it, using it like a fake electric guitar as you play your heart out to the song’s devilish riff. You feel the rush as you yell out the lyrics. You wouldn’t have to worry about anyone hearing you, seeing as your diner is at least 5 miles away from the closest civilization. 

As you continue to sweep out any food left under the tables, you hear the front door bell ring. That unbelievable piercing ring that you unfortunately hear through even the most noise cancelling of headphones. “Hey, we’re closed,” you say as you raise from the table and pull a bud out of your ear. You look  towards the front door and see it swinging but no one in sight. “Hello?” you say with higher volume, your eyebrows raised. The silence is deafening. Even the air felt unbelievably still and quiet. The hair on your arms begin to raise. You feel goose bumps travel up your back. Every part of your body screaming for you to run out and leave without even seeing anything tangible.

You take a deep breath. Your jaw clenched, teeth grinding against each other. As you slowly back yourself towards a wall, a shadow began to take shape in front of you. A man. Your grasp on the broom tighter than before. “Get the fuck out of here,” you say sternly and powerfully. You approach this unfortunate situation as though he were a bear. Making yourself larger, able to put up more of a fight, and then hope he gets scared off. The shadow moves closer to you. Instinctually, you bring the broom across your body - ready to swing if needed. But god, you hope you wouldn’t need to do that. “I got 9-1-1 already on the way. They should be here any fucking minute!” You scream loudly, knowing full well that your phone is on the front counter. As the body continues to slowly move to you, the moonlight shines perfectly against its teeth. It’s incredibly long, sharp teeth.

With that sight, you drop the broom and run towards the back. You hear tables being pushed around and growling as you rush towards the back door. Adrenaline pumping throughout your body. You’re terrified, but your body pushes you to keep moving. The shadow jumps over the counter in an attempt to lessen the distance between you two. With one swing, you feel claws rip through your lower back. Pain shoots up your spine. Your legs unfortunately buckle at the sudden red hot sensation.

You land right onto your face. Your hands taking most of the beating, but your forehead having taken quite the smack onto the kitchen floor. Dizzily, you attempt to raise your head - looking for any potential weapon that could help you defend yourself. Very slowly, you feel the shadow’s body straddle yours. Biting deeply into your lip, you try to hold back your whimpers. This is it. You’re going to die. You’re not ready. And that’s when you hear it. “I-I didn’t want to do this. I can’t s-stop. I’m so sorry, y/n,” a familiar voice whispers. With a quick hit to the back of your head, you are unconscious.

-xox-

Pulsating beats flood through your head. The pain in the base of your skull leaving you nauseous. You feel a trail of dried blood resting on your eyebrows, nose, and lip. You attempt to look around, but your eyes are too shaky and blurry. You hear, “Oh thank god, you’re okay.” A sweet, small voice shoots through your hazy vision. “Where am I?” you mumble. Your throat and lips were dry. Your voice cracked to the point where it left you in pain. Whatever hit you took, it was bad. It is incredibly difficult to hold your own at this moment. You close your eyes as to not get nauseous.

As you slightly shift your weight, you feel a deep pain in your shoulder’s joints. You realize that your arms are hanging above your head. Wrists tied together. Your toes barely grazing the floor. The rope being the only thing holding you up right now. “We’re in deep shit, but we’re going to help each other get out, okay?” a voice appears. You turn and open your eyes in the direction of the voice. It’s a girl. You don’t know her, yet your life might depend on her now. Her arms tied above her head as well. “What do we do?” you say with a whisper. You can see her moving and twisting about.

Looking around, you find yourself in a room that looks like it was made by Lincoln-Logs. A fire burning and crackling in the cornered chimney. You focus your efforts into slowing your breathing - attempting to remain calm despite this terrifying situation. “Do you see that table next to you?” the girl says, nodding towards your left. You twist your body to see the small end table. A butter knife laying atop it with other surrounding knick knacks. It is rather far from you, but you could reach it at the risk of popping your shoulder out. Hey, it’s better than dying. You nod towards the girl.

With a pointed toe, you attempt to pull the table closer to you. Your foot finally hooking around its leg. As you lean more of your weight onto your right side, the rope digs deeply into your wrist. You feel it dragging and ripping against your skin. You let out a shaky breath, pain lingering down your arm. With a bit more force, you are able to flip the table on its side with a crashing noise. Your movements now more rushed than before. “Yes, yes! Okay, now grab it!” she screams towards you. You quickly move your eyes towards her. “Be quiet. We don’t know where they are,” you whisper softly. You turn back towards the task at hand. Using your toes, you grip onto the base of the knife. “Okay, now can you lift it up or something?” she says with a whisper. You nod and attempt to raise your leg towards her. Your weight resting on just your big toe. 

As you lift your leg, attempting to get it high enough to reach the girl’s hands, your back sends deafening pains through your limbs. “Fuck!” you yell. You drop the knife harshly into the floor. Your weight quickly drops onto your joints, sending another rush of destruction throughout your body. Suddenly, you hear a door burst open behind you. The pain leaving you with an inability to move. The girl gasps and shudders in response to the shadow re-emerging.

“What are you doing?” the familiar voice shakes you to your core. You stay as still as possible, as though he won’t be able to see you. “Don’t make this worse than it has to be,” he says hesitantly. “Let me the fuck out of here, James!” the girl screams. Your heart drops to the pit of your stomach. Before you can stop yourself, you turn towards him. Your eyes landing on his face. You get the pleasure of having emotional pain on top of your physical. James is - was - so important to you. He’s always been there for you. He’s always had your back. He’s always supported you as you pushed your way through the glass wall at the diner. Yet here he is.

You desperately keep your eyes from his. You feel him scan your body from top to bottom. “Keep your mouth shut, June,” he says in a terrifying tone you don’t recognize. He walks towards the girl slowly, as though he was stalking her. As he walks past you, you catch a glimpse of sharp nails extending from his fingers. The sight leaves shivers up your spine. This is not normal. “Please, James. Please just let me go. Please,” she whispers. Before she’s able to say anything else, a growl erupts from him. He pulls his elbow back and thrusts it deep within her chest. 

With an audible gasp, you find yourself absolutely petrified. Your entire body begins to shake, but you cannot pull your eyes from James and June. June’s mouth gapes open, a permanent expression of shock upon her face. James growls loudly in her face as he pulls his hand back from her torso. You surprisingly were able to look down at his hand - there rests her heart. It gradually slows its beat. You remain absolutely still. You oddly don’t feel pain in your body, despite the grueling torture you’ve experienced so far. James quickly rushes the heart into his mouth. He took a bite, breathing incredibly deep with satisfaction. 

James slowly turns towards you as he takes another bite. His face completely covered in blood. His eyes a golden yellow now, despite normally having blue eyes. “Do you want some, y/n?” he says with a deep laugh. You cringe away from him as he lifts June’s heart to your face. Gritting your teeth together, you continue to place distance. Tears welling within your eyes. Your body shakes at his closeness. James quickly pulls away, his eyebrows furrowing together. As a tear falls down your cheek, he lifts his sharp claw to your face. He wipes away the drop. “I-I’m so sorry, y/n. You don’t deserve this,” he says. His entire demeanor shifting so quickly it leaves you unbalanced. You could swear that his eyes were slowly flooding with blue. 

“I’m just so hungry,” James says softly. “And there was no one else. I don’t want to do this.” You remain quiet, continuing to shake uncontrollably. He slowly takes another bite of June’s heart, maintaining eye contact. Before you could process everything, a force bursts through the window. The glass thrashes throughout the room. James drops his meal and rushes towards the window. You hear loud grunts and growls. Following the sounds, your eyes land on James fighting the tall man from the diner. You must have truly hit your head, because there is no way that this is real life. You watch as the tall man attempts to raise his gun towards James. He attempts to claw at the man. The tall man continues to throw punches while seemingly attempting to avoid James’ mouth. You begin to feel lightheaded, wanting to simply give up. 

As they continue to swing at each other, growing bloodier and bloodier by the second, you hear the door open behind you softly. Suddenly, you feel someone’s body against your back. A comforting voice says, “Don’t worry, I’ve got you.” Without taking a beat, you fall back towards the voice. Your eyes close as you drop your guard. You could hear a snapping of the rope and sudden release of pressure on your wrists as you flail back onto their chest. With a soft grip, they quickly lift your arm around their shoulder. You try your best to keep your torso up, but it continues to prove difficult. Continually tripping over your feet, you make it through the threshold of the front door. 

You are met with a cool rush of air. The sun rising in the distance. You watch as someone supports you towards a car - an older, yet loved car. Your vision completely blurry. The comforting voice speaks again, “It’s going to be okay. I’m going to lay you down and I will be right back. We’ll get out of here soon.” It opens the backdoor of the car. Ever so gently, the man supports you in lying down on your side in the backseat. Several bangs suddenly ring through the air. The tall man must have gotten his shot. As you lean back onto the seat, you recognize the comforting voice as the male god from the diner. He rushes saying, “I’ll be right back.” As he straightens up, he pulls his own gun from his waistline and closes the car’s door.

The next few moments were small and quick blurbs of coming in and out of consciousness. You remember the male god throwing the tall one into the passenger side. He seems to be in pain, open cuts against his check. Blood staining his face and hair. The male god jumped into the driver’s seat and quickly reversed, leaving a screeching sound in the air. “Sam, Sammy! Are you good?” he says with increasing intensity. “I’m good, Dean. I’m good,” the tall one replies with evident fatigue. “Y/n, are you okay?” he says, adjusting his rearview mirror to see you. “I’m okay,” you say in a soft mumble.

You feel the car moving very quickly. “Where are we going?” you say. The two men continue to converse outside of your earshot. “Where are we going?” you say loudly. They continue to speak, unable to hear you for some reason. The lack of response leaving you with an overwhelming feeling of distrust. Opening your eyes, you see what looks like a machete underneath the passenger seat. With another surge of anxiety, you grab the blade, push yourself up despite the pain. You lift the tip of the machete against the tall one’s throat. His nostrils flared in nervousness. His hands begin to raise. The driver continuing to thrash his head between you and the road. “Where. Are. We. Going?” you ask sternly. The tall one hesitantly replies, “We’re going somewhere safe. We saved you, y/n.” “Where?!” you yell, your eyes closing due to your deteriorating energy. “Flamingo Bay Motel,” the driver spits out. Before you are able to acknowledge the answer, you loosen your grip on the machete. It falls upon the tall one’s lap, as you fall and hit your head harshly against the leather of the back seat. Another bout of unconsciousness envelops you. 

- xox - 

In and out of consciousness, you find yourself carried from the backseat and into a room. You are unsure of who is moving you. As you are laid carefully on your stomach, you feel the comfort of a slightly softer surface - compared to the car’s seats. The side of your face gently placed onto a pillow. You find yourself back into a state of sleep. In another string of regained consciousness, you hear voices above you. “Dean, we gotta do something about her wounds. Her back is scratched to hell,” the first voice says. You feel the sensation of someone touching the bottom of your shirt. Slowly, they lift your shirt. You involuntarily wince at the pain as the clothing sticks do your back, drenched in dried and fresh blood. “It’s going to be okay, y/n,” a lower toned voice calls out. “Okay, we’re going to need more bandages and antibiotics. Go grab those and I'll start on the stitches.” The first voice agrees as you hear a rush of movements out the door. Another calming “you’re okay” leads you into another fog of unconsciousness. 

You awake to a sudden cold touch on your back. Hands begin to push a piece of fabric onto your lower back. Your eyelids slowly open and land onto the male god’s face. Part of you is excited to see him. The other part terrified seeing as you don’t yet know his role in this trauma. Following his gaze, you realize he is staring at your ass. Your eyebrows furrow in a mixture of bewilderment, disappointment, and shock. The slight movement of your face draws his sight towards you. His eyes widen, deep green irises full of shock. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs, blood flushing towards his cheeks. “What?” another voice replies behind you. “Oh, nothing,” the man says, sinking his chin towards his chest. As your eyes slowly close again, you notice the sky darkening beyond the window’s curtains. 

With a groan, you lift your head from the pillow. You feel as though you were hit by an 18-wheeler. Moving your hands by your pillow, you raise your torso off of the bed. As your lower back arches, you feel an intense agony spread through your back. You yelp at the sensation and drop your body down. A quiet voice says, “Oh, oh, oh. Don’t try to move, y/n. Let me help you.” You feel a comforting hand press against your upper back, supporting you as you attempt to lift from your side. You slowly swing your legs around the edge of the bed. 

Looking up, you recognize the tall man. A new bloodied bandage across his cheek. The remaining blood cleaned from his face. “I’m going to ask you some quick questions, okay? What’s your name?” he says calmly. With a mumble, you reply, “Y/n.” He laughs nervously, elated at your response. “Okay, and do you know where you are?” Your head feels like it’s about to explode. You have never felt this intensity from a migraine. Squinting as you raise your eyes towards his, you say, “Flamingo Bay Hotel.” A blunt chuckle generates from a corner of the room. “Close enough,” the low toned, male model replies. 

Addressing him, you ask, “What happened?” The tall one pulls a chair up to the mattress. “We’re actually hoping you could tell us,” he replies softly. You close your eyes, raising your hand to your temple. Applying some pressure, you answer, “I was closing up the diner. I heard the front bell and then this shadow came at me.” The male model in the corner stands up, walking closer to you. His arms crossed against his chest. “A shadow?” he asks. You open your eyes to look at him. “Yes, a shadow. I could also see claws and these really terrifying teeth. He scratched my back,” you reply. “Before I knew it, I was hanging from my arms in this shitty ass cabin. H-he,” your words choke you as you attempt to continue. With a clearing of your throat, you share, “He killed that girl, June.” The tall one quickly turns toward his companion. “June Emery,” he says quickly.

“You knew her?” you ask. He turns back to you slowly. “No, she, uh, she went missing about a day or two before he got you,” he answers softly. With the brief mention of “him,” it all comes flooding back. Without realizing it, you mutter, “James.” The tall one leans closer towards you. “Yes, James Carlton,” he says with a bit of excitement. “Do you know where he lives?” You look up towards him, a confused face meeting his. “Why would you go to his house?” With a twist of his neck, he nervously speaks while gesturing with his hands. “Well, we need to find him-” Quickly, you rise from the mattress. Looking down towards him, you raise your voice, “You didn’t fucking kill him?!”

The tall one backed his chair from you slowly. The male god raising his hand towards you. “It’s okay,” you hear him say. Finally, the voice that you’ve been listening to - that’s comforted you. “We’re going to get him, y/n,” he says gently. You breathe harshly through your nostrils. You are not satisfied by that answer whatsoever. It was not good enough. James should be dead for what he did. Your fists begin to ball up. “I don’t even know who you guys are. I’m fucking leaving,” you say rushing towards the door. The two boys instinctually move towards the door, blocking you from escaping.

“I’m Sam,” the tall one says with a soft tone. “And this is my brother, Dean. We saved you from James two days ago. You’ve been in and out since then. We want to make sure that this doesn’t happen to anyone again.” The model, Dean, continues to sternly stare at you. Looking at Sam, you whisper, “I want to go home.” They continue to stand in your way. “I don’t care if you guys come. I just need my medicine and-and I’ll tell you whatever you need to know, okay?” Sam nods, looking quite concerned. “Dean’ll take you,” he says. Dean raises his hands, his mouth open. “What are you going to do?” he says. You watch, disgusted, while expecting some annoying brother-like banter. “I’m going to canvas the neighbors,” Sam says softly, leaning towards Dean. “You know, just in case,” he mutters discretely. Rolling your eyes, you push forcefully through the two men and walk towards the unforgettable car. 

After an excruciatingly silent car ride, you finally reach your house. With a wince, you slowly raise from the passenger’s side. Dean rushes around his car’s front to support your arm. “I’ve got you,” he says softly. You both walk towards your house. After a night like you’ve had, you would imagine being home would give you a sense of comfort or safety. But it just leaves you with an empty feeling. You finally open the door after a few seconds of struggling with the keys. “So what’s this medicine you need so bad?” Dean asks, walking through the threshold. You chuckle as you walk towards your living room. In your first aid kit, you grab hold of the fragrant joint you got a hold of last week. "I’ve been saving this for something special,” you sigh. “Fuck it.” He laughs as he walks towards you. Placing the j between your lips, you ask, “You smoke?” 

“No, I don’t smoke during a case,” Dean says, taking a look at your living room. You shrug and begin to light the joint. “A case?” you ask with a giggle. He turns towards you with confusion as you suck in a puff. “Ah,” you say releasing a long trail of smoke. “Yeah, this should take care of these aches. No problem.” Turning back towards him, you ask, “If you don’t smoke, what do you do?” Dean smiles, walking towards you. “I’m a beer man,” he says confidently. Your eyes widen in excitement. “Oh, I’ve got that too!” He follows you as you glide towards the kitchen. You grab a cold beer from your fridge, and proceed to sit on your small kitchen table. With a wave, you invite him to join you. 

Dean sits down slowly. He twists off the cap of his beer and takes a quick swig. “James lives in an apartment back in town, on Pentrose Ave. I doubt he’d go back there after all this,” you say. He leans his elbows onto the table. “Is there any where else he’d end up?” he asks with a serious inflection to his voice. “Where was the cabin?” you ask as your press your finger back onto your temple. “It was about 3 miles behind your diner. Pretty hidden in those woods,” he says as he takes another sip of his beer. “Well, there’s an old mining tunnel a few miles into the woods. It’s supposedly haunted by ghosts and shit,” you say laughing to yourself, taking another puff.

With a sudden deadpanned face, you take the moment to realize that you might actually believe in those ‘ghosts and shit’ now. What happened two nights ago was not normal. He was not normal. “What was - What happened to James?” you ask hesitantly. Dean sharply stopped sipping on his beer. He slowly places the bottle onto the table. “He was turned into a werewolf,” he says quietly. His eyes fixated on your face - attempting to prepare himself for whatever reaction you gave. “A werewolf,” you repeat slowly. Somehow the unbelievable makes whole lot of sense to you. “He seems to target important women in his life. Three women, including you and June, have gone missing,” he says emotionless.

“And they eat hearts,” you whisper. Dean looks at you with surprise. His eyebrows furrow together. Concern plastered throughout his face. “Yes.” With a sucking of your lip, you keep your eyes down. “He ate June,” you mutter. He reaches his hand towards your chin. With a slight push from his jaw, he maintains eye contact with you. “He did and he will never do that again. You are safe,” he says matter of factly. His green eyes intensely looking at yours. You can see the pain in them, but you note the strength and power behind them. Luckily for you, heroes are just as beautiful as they make them out to be.

Pulling your eyes from him, you question, “So, you guys patched up my back? I don’t have to worry about any surprise hospital bills?” Dean laughs, following your lead in the conversation. “Yeah, you’ll have a pretty bad ass scar.” Taking another puff, you chuckle, “Great, just what I need.” He leans forward, touching your hand. “Hey, scars are sexy,” he whispers. You giggle in response. “You sure you weren’t just looking at my ass while you stitched me up?” you reply with a twist of your head and a raise of your brow. That familiar flush presents on his cheeks.

“Oh, so you remember that,” Dean states, taking a large sip and leaning back into the chair. His hand slowly leaving yours. “Yeah, a bit hard to forget given everything,” you say with a smirk. “I’m sorry,” he says with a hand to his face. You lean forward to hold his other hand before he could place it further away from you. “Don’t worry, I liked it,” you whisper. His eyebrows rise and a smirk appears on his face. He scoffs as he rubs his thumb against the back of your hand. With a smile, you squeeze your hand and raise from the table. You walk towards your ashtray on the counter and flick off the cherry of your joint.

With a smooth quick movement, you walk towards your bedroom’s French doors - swiftly opening them. You turn your head around towards Dean as he continues to sit at the table. “I’m going to bed,” you say softly. With a slow back and forth, you lower the waist band of your jeans. You bend over as you push them down towards your ankles. As you step out from them and continue forward, you mention, “You can join me if you’d like.” You smile as you hear a loud grinding of the chair against the floor. His steps rushing towards you. 

Dean carefully places his hands on your waist as you walk into your bedroom. With a look over your shoulder, you ask, “Can you help me take this off?” He smiles, biting his lip. He slowly lifts your white top off of you. You wince at the intense ache as you raise your arms. “Are you okay?” he asks as he plants the gentlest kisses onto your neck. You spin around and place your hands on his low back - pulling him closer. As you maintain eye contact, you lean towards him and kiss him gently. His lips felt like clouds, soft and generous. His body refreshing against yours. You feel his hands gripping onto your hair. You slowly press your tongue against his lips. His softly meets yours in a loving embrace.

You both begin to walk towards the bed. Sustaining kisses throughout the action. Dean slowly lowers you onto the mattress. His touch leaving you with a jolt of excitement and pleasure. As he leans onto you, you unfortunately feel weight onto your bandages. You attempt to hold in the wince as much as you could. You had hoped that the weed would have softened your pain receptors. Unfortunately, he was able to notice. “Is your back hurting you, y/n?” he says in an angelic voice. You nod, leaning into another kiss. He pulls away, staring at your face. You watch as his eyes shift focus on different aspects of your body. He smiles and leans past your face towards your ear. “Turn over,” he says softly.

With his support, you slowly flip over. Dean instinctually grabs one of your smaller pillows and places it under your hips - leaving your ass up in the air. “Perfect,” he says as he lands kisses on the dimples of your low back. You grip tightly onto the pillow below your face. His hands start on the side of your thighs and up to your hips. Your body is filled with pins and needles. He hooks his fingers below your panty line and begins to pull them down. You shake at his touch. A wetness forming between your legs as he pulls ever so slowly.

“God, you’re amazing,” Dean says breathlessly. You grip even harder onto your pillow, knowing that you are fully on display for him. He begins with his finger traveling up and down your pussy, gathering slick. He releases short breaths. You softly begin to moan, so terribly excited for what would come next. With a swift but gentle movement, Dean spreads your legs apart. He leans himself closer into the gap. He slowly circles his finger onto your clit. Your legs tighten against his body. He lands tender kisses onto your ass as he squeezes his hands onto your thighs. 

Dean’s kisses grow closer and closer to your pussy. It leaves your thighs desperately shaking. Your body aches for his touch. Aches for his mouth. Aches for him. As his lips finally reach, a tongue slowly emerges and laps up your slick. He feels absolutely incredible against you. Your heart begins to race. Your clit starts to pulsate to a steady beat. “Dean,” you moan aloud. He quickly shushes you as though you were distracting him. He traces his tongue deep against your skin. You release harsh breaths and begin to bite onto your pillow. Dean slowly pushes his tongue deep within you. His finger continuing to stimulate your clit. Your hips begin to wiggle at the extreme pleasure. 

Every so often, Dean would come up for air. He continued to moan your name with each breath. You begin to tense around his tongue and finger. Your walls begin to tighten, furiously craving him. He slowly pulls out from you. He returns to kisses on your cheeks, leaving you with a flood of intensity in your groin. With a sudden movement, he bites down onto your skin - moving back and forth between cheeks sweetly. It leaves you with a white hot sensation, but a frantic need for more. He then traces his tongue onto your ass. It slowly comes closer and closer to your hole. 

You tense up, never having done anything like this before. Dean’s hands gently guide you and relax your body. His tongue begins to circle your hole, leaving you with an almost overwhelming rush of pleasure. You moan louder into the pillow, learning something new about yourself. “Fuck Dean,” you blurt out. He continues to circle your hole. His hands gripping harder against your cheeks. As you struggle to maintain your breathing, he quickly pulls from your hole and slams his tongue deep within your pussy. He drags his tongue in and out of you with a quick and sudden pace. You feel your body collapsing onto him. A hard, hot beating felt up to your ears. Your walls pulsating around his tongue. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” you scream desperately. You feel a giggle against your skin, as he grips harder onto you. That all too familiar pit in your stomach begins to appear. Without realizing it, you begin to move your hips back into him. As your moans increase, he begins to make more noise against you. Each of his grunts leaving you in a whole other level of pleasure. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! I’m going to cum. Fuck Dean!” you scream as your cum releases into his mouth. You feel your toes curling. Your body tensing against him. You feel lightheaded through the extreme gratification. 

As you continue to ride out your high, you grind your bottom against his face. A man has never ate you out as well as he has. Of course, you would never tell him that. As your movements slow, Dean raises from your legs and lands himself beside you. You grab onto his shirt and pull him closer to you. He wraps his arm underneath your pillow. His fingers tangling within your hair. Your head resting softly against his chest. “Shit,” you say, out of breath. He laughs as he plants a kiss against your forehead. You look down towards his jeans and see a rather large bulge. A smile forms across your face as you bite your lip. Dean follows your eye line and smirks. He uses his other hand to slowly unbutton his jeans. 

You giggle looking up towards his chin. “Oh, were you expecting something?” you whisper sarcastically. Dean chuckles, “Well, I didn’t expect you to be a pillow princess, but that’s fine, y/n.” You scoff, raising yourself from his chest. “I am not a pillow princess! But ... I am definitely going to leave you wanting more.” He bites his lip and pulls you back down towards him. “God, you are so beautiful,” he says with a tight grip around your shoulders. You lean up and kiss his jaw and eventually land upon those supple lips. “I know,” you whisper. “I’m going to make us some pancakes,” you say enthusiastically as you pull away from his chest. “No way,” he says with a sudden serious tone. 

With a giggle, you prance into the kitchen and begin to make your famous pancakes. “Go clean up, I’ll get started,” you say pointing towards your bathroom. Once he’s washed his face, Dean slowly returns to the kitchen. He leans onto the threshold, biting his lip, as he watches this beautiful naked woman cooking him up some pancakes. “They do say ‘food is the best way to a man’s heart’,” he shares with a smile. You turn towards him with a hum, “Hm, your heart, huh? You already feeling something here, baby?” You wave your whisk between the two of you. With a laugh, he says, “I already know I will be coming back for more.” With a smile, you return back to your cooking. “I hope you will,” you whisper to yourself. 

After watching this man eat your pancakes in less than 2 minutes, Dean leans back onto his chair with a hand on his stomach. “Shit, that was good,” he smiles. You take another bite of your first pancake. “I’m glad you enjoyed it,” you say. “Oh, baby. I enjoyed every minute,” Dean says with a confident smirk. It is your turn to blush. With another bite, he reaches into his pocket. He grabs a flip phone. “What the hell?” you chuckle. “It’s a classic,” he replies with a wink. As his eyes land onto his phone’s screen, his facial expression shifts. A sudden switch from happiness to stern and serious. The change so drastic that it leaves you asking what was wrong. As he pulls his eyes away from his phone, he whispers, “Sam didn’t check in. He should have checked in by now.” He quickly pushes off from the table and begins to gather his things. “Something’s wrong,” he says gravely. 

You quickly rush to grab your clothes as he finds his keys in the living room. “Just stay here, y/n. I’ll come back for you,” Dean says sternly without looking back. “I’m coming with,” you reply. He slowly turns towards you. “Look, I don’t have time to deal with this. You stay here. I will come back for you,” he says impassively. As he slightly opens your front door, you land your palm closing it loudly. “Let me be clear. I will be going after James whether you’re there or not. So I will be helping you get back Sam and kill that fucker in the process.” Dean watches your eyes intently. He recognizes your passion. He acknowledges your strength. He also knows that he might end up having to save two asses instead of just his brother’s. With a clenching of his jaw, he mutters, “Fine. Let’s move.” You follow him out the door. 

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note: i hope you liked it! let’s pretend it makes sense for someone who got their back ripped up to later get their ass eat up. what do you think? lmk your thoughts in the comments or reblogs!

3rd Person POV.

After Y/N and Sam got dressed and laid down together again, Y/n snuggling into his side, John and Dean came back. 

They came with some information printed from the library. Apparently, Y/n’s sex curse was planned to fulfill your most private fantasies. 

It was used as a torture, the longest the victim tried to avoid it, the hornier they would get. They got the plan to, with her consent, fulfill those fantasies as much as they could. They all knew that the others also liked her. She was perfect in the eyes of all the males. And even if John and Dean felt jealous for the time that Sam had just had they knew that they could have it too.

Sam, John, and Dean talked about this while Y/n was still sleeping. Sam, all blushed, explained to his brother and father that in fact, Y/n was out of herself when she had done it with him. And as she was so calm at the moment, it meant that doing it with Sam was one of Y/n’s dark secret fantasies. 

John licked his lips, thinking of Y/n’s dark fantasies. Dean’s features were darkened. 

´´Bro, I wanted to get with her since we met her those years ago`` Dean whined at his brother. ´´I’ve been trying all the time, and you come when she is cursed and fuck her first``. Sam rolled his eyes. 

After that, the brothers continued to fight, while John looked at Y/n up and down, before shaking her gently to wake her up.

Y/n got up, feeling the three males towering over her. They felt their pants tighten up on their crotches. She also felt a wetting sensation on her panties. 

Sam and Dean where still shooting glares at each other, one jealous and the other one with a victory smirk on his face. Both brothers went outside to not disturb the girl. 

´´Hey, Sweetheart``John’s raspy voice got Y/n out of her thoughts. He licked his lips looking at her, scratching his salt n’ pepper beard.

 Y/n’s aching core getting stronger each second that passed. John smiled at her, seeing her nasty thoughts painted all over her face. This damn curse could be worth it after all.

 ´´ Look, Baby girl`` John said, towing over her ´´The curse you have is a sexual curse, and the only way of surviving is fulfilling your darkest and most secret fantasies. You already did some with Sammy, now you need to tell me everything. I know it might be shocking and embarrassing, but tell me, baby`` 

He finished. Y/n looked between terrified and also extremely horny. Her lustful look making John swallow hard. No woman had intimidated John Winchester sexually before, but there is always a first time, right?

´´Well, I’ve got to tell you, don’t I?`` Y/n said in a playful tone.

´´No playing games baby girl, Daddy doesn’t want to show you manners`` John said, cupping one side of her face. She felt oddly turned on by John’s use of the word Daddy. 

She then proceeded to lick his hand, sucking at his thumb, taking the male by surprise. She was being really playful in that magical state of mind. 

John started feeling a tingly sensation go down his spine, was she causing this effect on him? Was it part of the curse or was he so turned on that he could do anything?

Later on, she sat really close to him, mumbling into his ear that one of her fantasies was having him. 

´I want to feel you inside of me` she said, nibbling at his earbud. ´And I know you want me too` she then proceeded to pass her hand over the growing bulge in his pants, sending a shiver down the eldest Winchester’s spine. 

´Sweetheart, you couldn’t handle me even if you tried` John said, smiling at her with a smirk on his face. He was getting into her game.

´Oh, I am a big girl` she said, getting into his lap, grinding with his huge erection. ´Maybe you are  the one that wouldn’t handle me, Daddy` she almost moaned into his ear, using the nickname she knew that was his thing. 

John growled low on his throat, his hands finding their way to hold and squeeze Y/n’s butt. 

The girl giggled at the act, smiling sheepishly at him. 

John couldn’t resist any longer Y/n’s teasing, he attacked her lips hungrily. She kissed back almost instantly, letting the man take control. Or maybe, just let him feel he had control over the situation. 

´Oh, fuck sweetheart` John grunted. He started trailing kisses down Y/n neck. With one shift move he took off her baggy shirt, exposing her breasts. Her nipples already hardening from Y/n’s arousal.

John felt the almost hurting sensation at his crotch, if it was kept inside for longer, he would cream his pants. I wasn’t something he wanted to do. 

Y/n softly pinched one of her nipples, making it roll around in her fingers. John was almost loosing his mind. 

He went fast for the other one, sucking at the bud and making Y/n shiver with the sudden action. 

His hands were pressing her butt while he sucked and toyed her nipple. 

In between soft breaths, Y/n pushed John slightly away to have enough space to pull down her baggy pants. Showing him she wasn’t wearing any panties. 

John groaned with pleasure, feeling his cock leak with precum. He downed himself at her pussy. Seeing the wetness and feeling hornier with each second that passed. 

Without second thought he roared ´Oh, so wet for Daddy` before burying himself in her wet folds. Licking, sucking and kissing every inch.

She was pretty sensitive, and all the movement got her going. The only thing that sounded on the motel room were Y/n’s soft moans and the dirty wet sounds John was creating in her pussy. 

She started feeling heat coming up from her pussy to her stomach, she was close. Her hands tugging at John’s hair while little twitches filled her legs. Her toes curled and she let out a pleasure cry cross-eyed. 

The orgasm waves filled every inch of her body, giving shivers here and there. John was cleaning her up before rising. He took a condom out of his pants. 

Fast enough he took off his pants and boxers, showing Y/n with pride his huge cock. It was glistened with precum all over it, twitching and looking like it was about to explode. 

John easily rolled the condom on, capturing his gigantic staff in it, and alined with Y/n’s entrance. ´Oh, God` Y/n moaned. 

´Call me Daddy` John grunted into her ear, filling her up with his dick. He entered in just one movement. 

Y/n’s eyes rolled back for a moment, the sudden move with her over sensitive pussy made her see the starts. 

He started railing her without warning. ´Daddy, ohhh Daddy` Y/n screamed in between moans and hot breaths. Her tits going up and down with every thrust. John grabbed one, nursing it while he moved. 

´How much did you want this?` John asked, his voice husky. ´Say it, tell me, How much did you want my cock to fill you up?` He plastered a kiss into her parted lips, exploring her mouth with his tongue. Letting her moan against his tongue. 

She was a moaning mess before she could say anything ´Ohhh Daddy, I wanted you to fill me up for soooo long.` she said, stoping mid-sentence to exhale a shaky breath. 

Letting out a few more moans that grew louder with each thrust, she came, hard enough to spill her juices all the way up to John’s lower abs. 

He smirked, giving in to pleasure and releasing into the condom. After that he passed his fingers over his lowers abs and licked them, smiling at Y/n. 

When he looked at her she had already passed out. She fell asleep right away. 

´Woah, this curse must be powerful` John laughed. He clothed himself and Y/n. Then he laid himself down and pulled her to his chest. Before drifting off.

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There is a giant gate with an archway covered in vines. There are a few buildings, a couple of cabins lining each side of the clearing, and what looks like a market type thing. “How long did you say we were staying for?” “C’mon Dean. it won’t be that bad. Let's go find the girl who’s showing us around.” Sam says before Dean can say anything. “Okay Sammy. Slow your roll she’s probably not into younger guys.” Dean laughs and nudges Sam’s shoulder. Billy, walks up and embraces John. “It’s good to see you John. It’s been too long. Are these the boys you told me so much about. They must have been much younger back then though.” “That’s right Billy, they were only knee high around that time.” Sam and Dean both go up to shake Billy’s hand. “It’s really great to meet you. We’ve heard a lot of stories about you.” Dean quips. “Yeah. For sure.” Sam smiles awkwardly. Not having any idea who this man was. “Alright boys that’s enough. Billy why don’t we go talk and the boys can go find Y/n.” Billy laughs and points to the biggest tent and says, “She’s in there boys. It’s Saturday which is Y/n’s combat training day. Feel free to join.”  

The boys make their way to the tent and hear people fighting. Not just one person though it sounds like at least 4 people. They walk into the tent and Y/n has one guy pinned down on the floor another knocked unconscious and the other just got a kick to the jaw with a very audible crack. “Damn.” 

You spin around to see two very tall and hot boys are standing in the doorway of the tent. “Can I help you?” You say while walking towards the boys. “Who are you guys?” You ask and the shorter one with spiky hair and perfect lips reaches out his hand for you to shake and you oblige, “My name is Dean and this is Sam, we’re the Winchester’s. Our Dad, John, is friends with your Dad, Billy, right?” You smile and wrap Dean in a giant hug squeezing him. “Oh my god. I have heard so much about you both.” Dean can’t help but feel how your body presses up against his and how much smaller you are compared to his large frame, the smell of lavender and some kind of cinnamon whiskey invades his senses. But before he can hug you back you’re sliding away from him and into Sam’s arms. Sam wastes no time in wrapping his arms around her much smaller body and lifts you off the ground. While Dean envies Sam. Sam puts you down and you smile at them both. “Let's take you to the cabin you guys will be staying in. It’s right next to mine. My dad thought it would be better so you weren’t so far away from everything. To make you more comfortable.” Sam and Dean both smile. 

Later that night after Y/n had shown them around the camp and where they could get extra things for their cabin, they ate dinner and said goodnight. While Sam is laying in bed Dean is in the shower thinking about how you bounced around as you showed them around the camp and introduced them to the shopkeepers and the other people you knew around the place. He watched as you bent over to smell some flowers and your ass stuck out just right. It made him hard thinking about how you would look bent over for him. He shuddered at the thought. Then he thought about how Sammy was looking at you. Dean wasn’t going to waste anymore time fantasizing about it. He was going to do it. 

"Y/N," Cass says. I can by the tone of his voice that he's worried. "You got hit by sex pollen." There goes Cass being blunt as always. Well than explains why I'm so wet, I think. "Yes, that would explain your arousal." Cass answers. "Cass, what have I told you about reading my mind?" "My apologies." "I'm fine. I'll just go deal with this in my room." I start walking away. "I'm afraid that won't work." I turn around to face him. "What?" I ask. "You cannot take care of it yourself. It has to be with someone else." "Can't I just ignore it?" I whine. It's been a very long time since I had sex. There hasn't been anyone since my fiance died. I can't bring myself to go there with anyone else. "It will be extremely painful."

"Cass." I frown. "There hasn't been anyone since Noah has there?" He asks. I shake my head. Maybe I can deal with the pain? "I can help to ease it. But it will be a difficult pain to deal with."   I nod. He instructs me to put on as little clothing as I am comfortable with wearing. I decided that a pair of running shorts and a sports bra. I was hesitant to wear such little clothing. I knew that Castiel would never make me feel uncomfortable. A soft knock sounds through my room. Cass sticks his head in the room."How are you feeling?" He questions. "Like I'm on fire," I complain. Cass did warn me that my body would overheat like it is. He steps inside the room. "I am going to take your temperature," Cass warns. He allows me time to cover myself if I feel necessary. I'm too hot to worry about my modesty at the moment. He raises the thermometer to my lips. I open my mouth for him to put it under my tongue. "Your temperature is getting too high." I can see the worry in his eyes. Has Cass always been this attractive? His lips look so full. God, how amazing they'd feel agianst my skin. He frowns at me briefly before he sighs. Right, he can read my mind. Sorry Cass. He smiles at me slightly. "We have to get you cooled down Y/N." "Ice bath?" I whisper. "I'm afraid so." He zaps us into one of the many bathrooms in the bunker. Sam installed a tub for me in this bathroom. I had made a joke about wanting to soak for the rest of my life once. Dean distracted me while Sam put it in. Cass snaps and, fills the tub full of ice and, water. I force myself to get into the tub. My teeth chatter as I submerge myself in the freezing water. Cass zaps out of the room to give me some privacy. I don't know how long I had been in the tub. I didn't feel any less hot. Cass popped in with a thermometer. "You're temperature has not gone down." He looks me in the eyes. He's trying to let me know that I no longer have an option here. He doesn't want to say it. He's trying to be gentle with me. "Y/N," Cass says. "I'll try to ease it again." Cass presses two fingers on my forehead. Just him touching me this innocently sent a spark throughout my body. I can help the noise that slips out of my mouth at his touch. He looks down at me. His gaze drops from my face for the first time. I can see his eyes darken as he takes in my figure. "Cass," I moan. "Y/N." "Please," I reply in hopes that he understands what I want. In a whirl of dizziness, we were suddenly in my room. I felt a chill run up my spine. I'm not cold for long. Cass wraps his arms around me. He brushes the hair out of my face. "Are you sure that you want this?" "Please, Castiel." He groans as he drops his head into my neck. "I love it when you say my name." He starts kissing down my throat. He grabs at my ponytail. He yanks my head back to give him more access to my skin. He runs his tongue along the top of my sports bra. He works his way back up to my face.His hand cups the back of my head. His lips are on mine. God, I was right about his lips feeling amazing. His tongue slides agianst mine. I could spend forever kissing him. "Let's take these off." He reaches to pull off my sports bar. I lift my arms to allow him to pull it off. It falls to the ground with a wet slap. His lips find my breasts. He sucks on my nipple as his other hand reaches for my shorts. He slides his hand into my shorts. He cups my center. He hums as his fingers run through my lips. "So wet." He murmurs.