“Oh, crap.” Dean tensed as he saw you walk in. Your hair was up in a tight bun, glasses perched on your nose, the short blue dress tight on your hips.

“What’s the matter?” Garth leaned over, following Dean’s eyes until they too settled on your curves. “Holy moly. Is that Y/N?”

Dean scoffed and straightened up, calming himself. “Of course it’s Y/N. Who else would it be?”

“She sure cleans up nice.” Garth grinned in your direction and combed through his messy hair with his fingers, trying to look presentable.

Dean looked over at him and growled. “Back off, Casanova.”

Garth laughed, “OK, man. All I’m saying is she looks amazing.” Dean narrowed his eyes, becoming unnecessarily protective. Garth threw up his hands in surrender, knowing he’d never win against Dean Winchester. “Sorry. I didn’t know you two were a thing.”

“Who’s a thing?“ you asked, stopping before the two men.

Dean coughed, surprised by your sudden arrival. "Uh, nothing.”

“You and Dean,” Garth explained, not grasping the situation at all.

“What?” you laughed, shaking your head. “We’re not a-”

Dean’s eyes met yours and sent a wave of heat through you. He licked his lips and stood up, trying to end the conversation and get back to work. "Are we doing this, or what?”

“I’m ready when you are, Big Boy,” you teased and raised an eyebrow, suddenly confident under his gaze. Dean cleared his throat and looked away, blushing as he brushed passed you and walked away.

“Huh,” you said with a shrug to Garth. “I guess he likes the dress.”

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“What the hell, Dean!” you yelled as he pushed you into the passenger seat and slammed the door closed. “You’re being such a shit head!” You thought for a second that perhaps he couldn’t hear you from outside the car, but he paused and looked right at you. His glare was enough to shove you back into the seat, and you held your tongue until he sat beside you.

“You didn’t have to do that! I was fine.” You continued your angered diatribe, gesticulating wildly and growing more annoyed the longer Dean stayed silent. He had bust in on your date, punched the guy in the face, and pulled you through the bar out into the cold night. Your upper arm would surely be bruised by his fingertips, and you could never show your face in this part of Montana again. “You can’t do things like that! Who the fuck do you think you are?”

Dean’s hand tightened around the steering wheel as he tried to expel some of the adrenaline that was still coursing through him. “Y/N, that guy was no good.”

You laughed bitterly. “And how the hell would you know that?”

“Oh, don’t play naive with me.” He turned towards you, his voice raising in annoyance. “He was practically attacking you! Had his hands all over you!”

“It’s called making out. I realize it’s been a while for you, but us fun people do things like that.” You crossed your arms and sat back; temper flaring. “It’s none of your business anyway!”

Dean opened his mouth to yell back, but quickly closed it. He pressed his lips together and looked away, nodding in sarcastic agreement. “None of my business,” he muttered and pushed his key into the ignition. “None of my business, she says.” He started the car. “I come out here and save her ass and it’s none of my business.” He shifted into reverse.

“Save my ass?” you spat. “Who asked you to do that? I was perfectly-” Something in Dean’s face made you pause. Something in the memory of him jerking you away from your date made you stop and think. You looked over at him, and really looked. He turned his eyes to you and his body tensed.

“What are you looking at?”

“Oh my God, Dean. I had no idea.”

His brows furrowed and he cocked his head. “What are you talking about?”

“You like me,” you explained, an unsuppressable grin lighting your face. “You like me, like me.”

“What? No.” Dean shook his head.

You leaned forward and placed a hand on his leg. His eyes fell to it and his cheeks glowed red.

“Why didn’t you just tell me?” You asked gently.

“Honestly,” he sighed. “You kinda scare me.”

You could not help the laugh that replied for you. “I’m sorry, that’s just ridiculous.” The harder you tried not to laugh, the more you did. Dean shook his head and chuckled along with you, however not really enjoying being laughed at.

“I’m glad you find this so amusing,” he said with a frown as you finally calmed down.

“I’m so sorry. Really, I am.” You wiped at your eyes and took a deep breath, still giggling slightly. “How about we go find another bar- ya know, one you haven’t almost killed a guy in- and we have a little chat?”

“OK.” Dean nodded and threw his arm over the seat, turning around to pull out of the parking space. “But you’re buying.”

“Me? You ruined my date,” you scoffed.

“Yeah, and my beer will be your thanks.” Dean smirked and turned the wheel as you hummed in response. “And, you’re welcome.”

“We’ll see how thankful I am later. Dude may have been a creep, but he was a pretty good kisser. You have some heavy competition.”

“I’m pretty sure I’m better.” He winked.

“We’ll just see about that, Mr. Winchester,” you laughed.

“Yeah,” he said, smiling over at you. “We will.”

“Dean, I’m just gonna head to bed. I’m exhausted.” Sam opened his bedroom door and flicked on the light, ready to collapse into his bed and sleep for a few days. He and Dean had just driven thirteen hours straight to get home, and all Sam wanted was his pillow. That is, until he saw the gift waiting for him in his bed: you.

“Hey there, Sam.”

Sam froze in his doorway, jaw practicality dropping as he beheld your lace-clad breasts and smooth, bare legs spread over his blanket. You were propped up on the pillows, carefully arranged so that every curve and spot you knew he loved was perfectly on display.

“Y/N…I…” His eyes were wide at first and then narrowed as he swept them down from your face to your ankles, taking in every inch of your body.

“Welcome home, baby,” you whispered and bit your lip, waiting for him to make his move.

Sam did not disappoint; quickly he shut the door and peeled off his jacket. In a flash he was down to his boxer briefs, all sweaty and starved from his week on the road. He pounced over you, greeting you properly with a sweet smile before taking your lips with his.

It was a homecoming worth dreaming about; so good, you didn’t even mind that Sam had left the light on.

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“Well, I have no idea what you did, but I can’t fix it.” Dean shook his head at the busted truck engine and closed the hood. It had started shaking and smoking as you drove back from the store, and in a panic, you had called Dean for help.

“But…but…” You protested, almost tearing up at the prospect of saying goodbye to your beloved truck. It had been with you for over ten years; seen you through a hundred hunts and many circuits around the country. “It can’t be dead. You can fix anything.”

“I’m not a mechanic, Y/N/N.” Dean shrugged and wiped at his cheek, leaving a streak of grease behind.

You laughed to yourself, suddenly not caring about your busted ride, but a ride of a different kind. “You certainly look like one,” you said with a curl of your lips. “Like a very dirty, strong, sexy mechanic.” You turned and leaned against the hood, pressing yourself between Dean and the truck.

Dean’s expression changed instantly, and he raised his eyebrows, pursing his lips as he looked down at you. “Is that so?”

“Oh yes,” you answered, running a hand slowly up his big chest and hooking it around his neck. “Dirty and sweaty. I bet you taste good too.”

Dean bent his neck to kiss you, but you bypassed his lips and went straight for his throat, kissing away a drop of sweat that rolled slowly down from his temple.

“Mm. I was right. Very dirty.” When you pulled back, Dean’s eyes were heavy and his jaw slack. He pressed his hips forward, pushing you into the truck with his full weight against your core.

“What do you say we get you home so we can settle up your bill?” he said with a smirk.

Pressing up on your toes, you gently brushed your lips over his. “I’d say I’m really glad I didn’t call AAA.”

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Dean’s phone pulsed in his pocket, alerting him to the text message you’d just sent. He had been away a long time, too long, and you weren’t pulling any punches in your attempts to get him to pay you a visit. 

He was working, you knew, but he drove like the wind. If he really wanted to, he could be at your front door in under two hours. So far, he had declined your sweet invitations to feed him dinner, rolled his eyes at your threat of blackmail, laughed off your childlike whining, and even texted you back with an ultimatum if you didn’t stop asking. But that wasn’t going to stop you. There was only one thing you could think of and that was Dean Winchester, warm and cozy and naked in your bed. Finally, you pulled out your ultimate weapon: the little blue nightie he asked you to wear on special occasions. After carefully arranging yourself against the pillows, you snapped a photo of your mostly naked, lace-covered self, and sent it off into the clouds.

Dean sighed when he felt the phone buzz, but pulled it from his pocket anyway. He wanted to see you, but it was bad timing. With a quick glance around the crowded park, he swiped his screen to see your message and was met with the most temping snapshot he’d ever seen. He quickly closed the message and looked around again to make sure no one had seen it. When he was certain he was clear of prying eyes, he opened it back up to take another look. He pursed his lips and nodded down at your photo, his mind filling with all sorts of ideas. 

“Still too busy for me?” you asked in black letters.

“I’m working,” he texted in reply. 

“So hurry up. If you come see me tonight I’ll let you take this thing off of me. With your teeth.”

He didn’t respond right away, and you sulked against the pillows, figuring you’d taken it too far. Maybe the photo was too much, he was busy after all. A split second before the rejection settled in your mind, your phone buzzed and your stomach flipped with excitement when you read his response: 

“On my way.”

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“You OK there Sport?” Dean asked as his brother shuffled into the room, his hair and clothing disheveled, his face worn and exhausted. 

Sam rubbed at his face, scratching the hairs that had appeared on his jaw overnight. “Uh, yeah. I’m good.” 

Dean eyed him suspiciously, not believing his brush off. “Really? Cause it looks like you were up all night.” 

“What? No…” 

Dean narrowed his eyes, a smirk appearing on his lips. “What we’re you up to? Did you take that redhead from the bar home?” Sam’s face fell in embarrassment. “You did! Is she still here? Am I about to witness a Walk of Shame?” 

Dean laughed and sat back in his chair, shaking his head at Sam. 

“Dude I’m gonna need like ten coffees this morning.” Y/N walked in, addressing Sam as she wrapped an arm around his waist. She hopped up on her tiptoes and planted a kiss on his lips. Dean watched on in shock as his brother and his best friend locked lips. “I think we earned an extra cup or two, don’t you?” 

“Holt shit!” Dean shook his head vigorously, trying to fit this new piece of information inside it. “You guys… you and Sam… I… what?” 

“Deal with it dude,” Y/N snapped at him, still cuddled against Sam’s chest. 

“But…but…” Dean continued to flail verbally as Sam laughed and picked Y/N up in his strong arms and kissed her again. “Well color me surprised.”

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It was wrong. All wrong. The world you knew, the world that was safe and filled with love was fading as you came to, bound and gagged, hands tied around the brick column. Your universe crumbled, melting into pools of despair as your eyes flashed on your captor, the man you'd come to love, the boy who once swore to always protect you.

Sam Winchester stood before you with evil in his eyes. He smiled broadly, exposing just a few too many teeth to be considered a friendly smile. His gorgeous hazel irises were tinted yellow in the dark, a trick of the light you assumed, giving him a demonic air.

You coughed and gnawed at the rag stuffed in your mouth, mumbling his name as your vision cleared.

“Good morning Y/N,” he sneered, falling to his knees before you. Sam reached out and grabbed the tattered fabric, pulling it out from your lips.

“Sam! What are you doing?” Your voice shook, filled with confusion and grief.

Sam grabbed your face in one hand, forcing your lips to purse as he laughed. “Y/N, Y/N, Y/N… I’ve missed you so much.” He leaned down and licked at your lips before forcing his tongue inside. You screamed into his mouth, trying to pull away but he gripped you tight, his long fingers bruising your cheeks.

“Don’t you want me anymore baby?” he mocked you and removed his hand, shoving your head back against the bricks.

“Let me go Sam… please. You don’t want to do this!” The tears were streaming down your face, burning as they fell.

Sam pulled a blade from his waistband and grabbed you again, pressing the knife to your neck. You gasped, feeling the cold metal bite your skin, releasing a line of crimson. You closed your eyes, praying to anyone who was listening for help, but you knew none would come.

“I can’t let you go Y/N. I’m just getting started.”