A/n:This is my first smut imagine and I've never done anything so this might be bad.
You woke up with the light as the light peaked it's its way into your dimmed room. You groaned as you checked the clock that read,5:30am, so you rolled out of bed and decided on what you wanted to wear today.
You threw on Sam's flannel which you always wore since Sam let you, because he knew his shirt kept you warm. You then tossed on jeans and your favorite pair of boots.
You made your way downstairs as your footsteps were muted, Since Dean was always asleep at this time. You found the kitchen and Sam was on his laptop.
He wore jeans and he was shirtless which caused you to gulp and leave eye contact from Sam. You appointed yourself towards the fridge as you heard a low rumble escape your stomach.
You roamed the fridge for breakfast as you heard footsteps coming towards you. You jumped a bit as you felt Sam's giant and firm hands on your hips.
“Did I ever tell you how fucking bad I want to rip my shirt off of you?” he placed a surprise gentle kiss on your shoulder.
Sam had always dreamed about ripping your shirt off and giving you the time of your life. He always dreamed about you moaning his name. Sam never told you how he felt because he was scared of rejection, especially from you. But now that he was soulless, he didn't give a fuck. He was also determined to get you to be his no matter how many times you've said no.
Sam smirked as he knew the effect he had on you as you were already a waterfall for Sam. You weren't the one to hook up but c'mon, it's Sam FUCKING Winchester.
“Did I ever tell you how bad I've always wanted to taste that pretty little pussy of yours?” Sam whispered as his voice dropped an octave. Sam’s grip on you had tighten on you than before.
“No.” You managed to whisper without a stutter. You turned around and saw the smirk on his face that you knew he had on before.
He rested his forehead against yours as you felt his cold breath;His breath sent shivers down every inch of your spine.
You always dreamed about being close to Sam. You dreamed about him making love to you and him pounding into you where you couldn't walk the next morning.
“Just say no,Okay?” Sam murmured and tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear.
Something overcame your shyness. You wasn't sure what but you were glad it did. “Fuck me before Dean wakes up?” You whispered as you made your way towards Sam's bedroom;Your ass and hips shaked along the way to tease Sam of what he's gonna get tonight.
You took of your clothes without a care in the world. You heard the door shut behind you,”I'm going to fuck you senseless.” Sam said in a low husky voice.
“Lay down. Now.” Sam said as his lips curved into a smirk. You simpered as you always knew Sam was a dominant guy. Dominant was your kink and it always turned you on.
You did as you were told and layed down with your legs spreaded out just for Sam to put you in a bliss.
Sam threw off his pants as he made his way to you. Something in Sam's look told you he wasn't going to be gentle.
Sam soon hovered over you and started to kiss your neck;As he left little, tiny hickeys down your neck.
You tried to touch Sam's hair but he pushed your hand back in its position.
“No touching until I say so.” Sam demanded as he continued to leave kisses down your neck, that turned into rougher and rougher and sloppier kisses.
You did what he told you to do but it was real hard not to, when all you wanted to do is run your fingers through his hair.
Sam left more kisses on your neck and he continued to kiss your chest, your stomach and all the way down to your pussy. You let out a moan when Sam bit down gentle on your pussy;He caused a gasped to escape your lips.
“No noise okay?” He grinned as he thought you couldn't go through tonight without a noise.
You nodded in response not sure if you were suppose to answer. Sam used his tongue to slide in easy due to the ocean in your pussy.
Sam licked all the way in your pussy as he touched all sides and he touched every inch of you. He made your eyes fluttered to the back of your head.
You tried your hardest not to moan so you bit down on your lip causing your lip to bleed.
He finished eating you out and placed a small gentle kiss on your pussy.
Sam hovered over you as his lips were ghosting over yours. Sam gave you a rough and rougher kiss.
Sam then used his hands to travel down your body as he didn't leave one area untouched. “Your body is a wonderland.” He whispered.
Without a warning Sam thrusted into your pussy as he filled you all the way up. Sam touched places you didn't even know you had.
A moan escaped your lips as you forgot Sam's rule. Your walls clenched around Sam's dick, “Shh, baby girl, don't cum yet.” He told you as he punished you for the moan earlier.
He thrusted into you as each thrust got harder and harder, faster and faster;Until he came as his cum spilled inside you. He made you cum all over his dick.
He chuckled,”I'll clean it up.” Sam said in a soft tone. He cleaned up the cum by licking it all up clean. “You taste so good.”
Sam laid down next to you with no clothes on. Sam wrapped a blanket around you as he kissed your ear lovingly. “I hope this is more than a one time thing.” Sam whispered as he drifted into a sleep with his arms wrapped around your torso and his legs tangled in yours.
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Summary: When Y/N turns a drunk Dean down, she regrets nothing seeing he never remembered what he said. But she finds herself in the same situation he was when she’s drugged up on medication for an injury. How will he react?
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Warnings: NSFW, swearing, talk of blood, injury, high of medication, fluff, smut
Word Count; 3,956
Request: Could you do a fic where the reader initially turns dean down but is on meds for an injury & is all dopey & tells dean she loves him & tries to kiss him & he pushes her off so not to take advantage but he's really happy & the next day she's totally embarrassed & tells dean to forget it for the usual angsty reasons, but Sam tells her how excited dean was & then smut? Absolutely love all ur fics, you're amazing! No pressure whatsoever to write this if u don't like it or ur too busy etc. :) -Anonymous
A/N: This is my submission to @buckysmetallicstump Disney Quote Challenge. Mine was 20. Ladies don’t start fights, they finish them. This is not beta read as I just finished this today. I hope y’all enjoy feedback is welcomed as always!
Sitting in a booth in the back of the dive bar you watched Sam and Dean playing pool. Well it was more on the lines hustling pool rather than actually playing. They both had a beer in their hands as the watched the drunk bikers try to play. Sam had assured you that this would be their last round, but if they kept their winning streak up they would be there much longer. So until they were ready to go, you were going to sit back and drink your pina-colada until they were ready to go.
Minutes turned into another hour and you were getting pretty tired of waiting. While lost in your own world Dean snuck up behind you and grabbed both your shoulder. You immediately went reaching for the pistol hidden in your jacket, but stopped as soon as Dean sat across from you. His cheeks were flushed as he laughed taking another sip out of his beer.
“What the Hell Dean. are you trying to get yourself killed?”
“You wouldn’t shoot me sweetheart.”
“Yeah I wouldn’t be to sure of that. Keep your hands to yourself Winchester or I will shoot you next time.”
He watched you, a confused look etched on his face. You looked away sipping on the lime green straw, trying to ignore the way he was looking at you. But no matter how hard you tried you could almost feel his eyes burning a hole into your skin. Finishing off your fruity drink you turned back to look at him. The sudden movement of your head caused him to flinch, he had been caught staring, but instead of looking away he kept watching you.
“For the love of my sanity Dean what?”
His hand moved against the polished surface of the table, his fingers brushing against the top of your hand. His touch left a tingling sensation over your skin as he stared into your eyes. “What do you say we get out of here?” He licked his full pink lips before taking it between his white teeth. “I like you a lot, I think we have a sp-” he hiccuped mid sentence, “special connection. And you know they say if you have a special connection, you have mind blowing sex.”
“Dean,” you leaned across the table, “you’re drunk.”
“So I can totally still do sexual acts.” he slurred licking his lips seductively, “I’m a little drunk, not incapable of giving you the best pleasure of your life.” biting down to your thumb nail you shook your head again, and this time Dean’s face slowly began to fall. “Are you seriously turning me down right now?” He turned his nose up, furrowing his brow as he looked at you. “You’re turning me down Y/N/N?”
Looking around the bar for Sam you gave him a sympathetic smile. “Dean, I’m not sleeping with you when you’re drunk. Maybe when you sober up we can discuss this more, but until then we’re going to get you back to the motel.” You spotted Sam walking out of the restroom and you waved him down. “Come on drunky, let's get you to bed.”
That night you put him to bed, and the following morning he never brought up the prior night's events. Part of you was pretty sure he didn’t realize what had happened and you were thankful you didn’t sleep with him. The other part of you was kicking yourself and wondering if you should bring it up. You had feelings for him, but you were never one to take that first step. It was a strange and awkward situation you were in and you were conflicted on what needed to be done.
In the end you decided to forget what had happened that night. The three of you continued to travel across the country hunting down monsters. You three remained really good friends, not once crossing the boundary into something more than that.
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“Hey sweetheart.” Dean's voice rang next to you, bring you out of a light sleep. “How are you feeling?”
“What happened?” Looking up you grimaced at the fluorescent lights above your head. “Where am I?” Dean rested his hand on top of yours, and you noticed the bags under his eyes. He looked like he hadn’t slept in a few days.
“Well a vampire thought that you looked good enough to eat.”
There was a burning pain moving from your neck to your shoulder, indicating that the vamp tried to suck you dry. ‘Well I should have warned him I’m a little sour.” Dean shook his head running his free hand over his slightly stubbled chin. “And I’m not like a Sour Patch Kid.” Dean cocked up an eyebrow looking you up and down.”
“What?”
“I’m not a Sour Patch Kid, you know their slogan.” You cleared your throat making it go as deep as it could. “First they’re sour,” you paused for a second and Dean continued to stare at you a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “You have to pause for dramatic effect.” He nodded his head to your words. “Then they’re sweet. Sour. Sweet. Gone. Sour Patch Kids!”
Dean laughed softly resting his head on his fist. “You’re as high as a kite right now aren’t you?” Nodding your head you smiled watching him, it was like relief was washing over him as he relaxed a bit into his chair. “Fuck I was worried about you, I thought I lost you when that bitch sunk her fangs into your neck.” You scrunched up your face squinting your eyes as he brushed his thumb over the top of your hand. “What’s with that face?”
“A girl vamp tried to eat me?”
“She sure did.”
“Did I attack her first and she got me, or was she the one who started it?”
“Well,” he paused leaning back in the chair, “she snuck up behind you, and sunk her fangs into you. Before Sammy and I could get to you, you had already managed to get away.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “You got the finish on her,”
You grinned wide, “I am a lady you know!” Fluttering your eyelashes you tried to look proper and pose. ‘Ladies don’t start fights, but they finish them.” Dean made another face as you giggled in your bed.
“I really like this side of you.” Looking up at Dean, you realized that now was as good as time as ever to tell him how you felt. Interlocking your fingers with his, you stared into his olive green eyes. He stared back smiling at you as he squeezed your hand. Despite the pain rushing through your body you inched close towards him. Seeing your movements he stood up slowly inching you back to the middle of the hospital bed. “What are you doing?”
Leaning in closer towards him your found your eyes overlooking the freckles dusted against his face. “I like you Dean. . .no I like you more than that I like like you.” His eyes were locked on your own and you squeezed his hand tighter. “I love you.” You decided to go for it, leaning in close to him your lips almost touching.
“Y/N.” Dean pulled away just before you could kiss, he pulled his hand away from you and turned away. “Sweetheart we can’t do this.” His shoulders tensed as you grabbed a handful of the sheets.
You had been turned down a few times in your life and it always stung pretty bad. But being rejected by Dean, the one man you really loved, that fucking hurt. It hurt like a stab wound, a searing burning pain deep in your heart. And the fact that he wasn’t even looking at you, that made it one thousand times worse.
“Hey,” both of you looked finding Sam standing in the doorway to your hospital room, “look who's finally awake!” He rushed towards your bed, dropping a plastic bag on the foot of it. “You gave us quite the scare there kiddo.”
“Watch out for our sour patch kid, I’ll be back soon.” Dean patted the top of your head before walking out of the room. And you watched sadly before turning and listening to what Sam wanted to tell you. You were painfully regretting what you had just done and you were praying for things to go back to the way they were before.
The next day was terrible, being crammed in the back of the Impala with a tender neck wound was not how you wanted to spend the day. Although it wasn’t all bad, you slept through most of the drive. Sam and Dean were so preoccupied with a new case they were looking into that things between you and Dean hadn’t been awkward. Thank God Sam was with the two of you, otherwise it would have been a very quiet drive back to the bunker. When you finally made it back to the bunker Sam got out grabbing the bags from the trunk. He headed inside leaving you and Dean alone for the first time since the day earlier. He drummed his fingers against the steering wheel, he turned around and smiled at you.
“Let’s get yo-”
“Dean,” you interrupted looking away, “I’m sorry but. . . can we forget all about yesterday?” He blinked the eyes you loved so much widening at your words. “I don’t want things to be awkward between the two of us. I was all doped up on medication.” You let out a shaky sigh not daring to look him in the eye. “Let’s just forget about it.”
He didn’t say anything to you, he just let out a sigh himself and got out of the car. Just when you thought he was going to storm inside and let Sam deal with you, he shocked you by opening the back door. “Like I was saying before, let’s get you inside you need all the rest you can get.” He lifted you up in his arms and carried you inside. You kept a firm grip on him until he set you down in one of the chairs in the library. “You stay here, I’m going to go run a bath for you.” Dean disappeared down the hallway just as Sam walked back in.
“I thought for sure the two of you would be rushing to get in the shower together.” His words took you by surprise and you gave him a confused look as he sat in the chair across from you. “Oh come on don’t act so shocked.” He opened his laptop typing on the keyboard, not seemingly fazed by your reaction. “I had to listen to it all last night when you were sleeping. He was like a little kid on Christmas morning that finally got the present he had been waiting all year for.”
“Dean was excited?”
“Oh yeah, he’s been waiting for years to tell you how he felt.” He cupped some of his shaggy hair behind his ear. “So my question is; if that wound isn’t in your way why the Hell are you sitting here talking to me?”
Dean wasn’t turning you down, he was doing the same thing you did when he was drunk that one time. He didn’t want to take advantage of you until you knew what was really going on. And you went and turned him down, getting his hopes of being with you up.
You had never bolted down the hall so fast in your life. You twisted and turned until you finally made it to the bathroom. You flung the door opened and watched as Dean jumped turning around to look at you. He placed his hand over his heart taking a few deep breaths as you started walking towards him. Standing right in front of him you glanced up, he watched you trying to figure out what you were doing.
“You okay there Y/N/N?”
Before he could ask you anything else you grabbed his shirt pulling him down to your lips. He was stiff at first, but he soon melted into the kiss, those plump lips moving against your own. Sparks flew as he reached down picking you up by your thighs, your legs wrapped around his waist as he carried you out of the bathroom. He was walking blindly as you shoved your tongue in his mouth kissing him roughly. He moaned into the kiss, his own tongue wrapping against your own as he opened the door to his room.
As quickly as you entered he slammed it shut with his foot before stumbling towards the bed dropping you on the mattress. You winced pain throbbing in your shoulder, your hand reaching up to try to ease the pain. “Shit!” Dean cursed under his breath his lips leaving feather light kisses over your shoulder. “I am so freaking sorry about that. I guess us having rough ‘why the hell did we wait to do this’ sex is out of the question for now.” He cupped you face in both of his rough hands.
“I guess we’ll just have to settle for ‘I’ve wanted to make love with you for years’ sweet sex.” He kissed the tip of your nose before pressing his forehead against your own. “I’m sorry for freaking out. I just figured you didn’t want this with the way you acted last night. I feel like an idiot now after hearing about how you reacted last night.”
“Well,” he gently kissed your lips, “I guess that makes us both even after that night I said I liked you in the bar.” He trailed the kissed down the good side of your neck. “None of that matter now thought, all that matters is that the two of us are here now. It might have taken us awhile but we finally figured out what we wanted.”
With another nod from you, Dean slowly nipped and sucked at your neck while his hand slid up you shirt. You arched into his touch, feeling his cool fingertips over your heated skin caused heat to pool between your legs. You had fantasized about this moment for years, the chance you would finally get to be with Dean. But as many times as you had played it out in your head, it never could prepare you for the real thing.
His hands cupped up breast, squeezing it gently as he continued to suck on your neck. His lips sealing around your sweet pot sucking on it so hard you knew he was going to leave a hickey. While he gave your body the attention you wanted, you trailed your hand down his check before find the semi-hard bulge in his jeans. You squeezed it gently causing Dean to buck into your hand as he cursed softly. His cock throbbed from within the confiding jeans, and knowing that you were the one doing this to him, made you wetter than you already were.
“Fuck sweetheart,” he growled against your neck, “I’ve always imagined you stroking my cock, but actually experiencing this.” He growled as you rubbed your hand up and down over his erection. “Fuck it feels like heaven.”
“Well if you think that feels good, just wait until you're deep inside of me.” he growled gripping the back of your hair pulling it lightly. “It’s warm, wet, and tight for you.” With each word escaping your lips you squeezed his cock harder. “So I think the two of us have waited long enough to do this.” Your fingers popped open the button to his jeans, allowing you to slip your hand into his boxers. “So let’s make this fantasy a reality.”
Dean reached down for the clasp on the front of your bra, undoing it with a certain ease. You unzipped his pants as he gingerly removed your top and bra. His fingers traced the curves of your body, his eyes focused on you as you shivered under his touch. You watched as he slid his hand under the waistband of you black sweats. The tips of his calloused fingers slowly slid under the lace trim of your panties before pressing them against your lips.
“Holy shit,” you gasped out as they rubbed up and down your lips, “I’m so wet.” Your cheeks burned as you looked away from him. You were so wet it was almost embarrassing. Dean rubbed a bit harder and you could her a slight squishing sound as he rubbed your arousal. You whimpered as he worked on coating his fingers with your juices.
“You really are wet,” he grunted as you started stroking his thick shaft, “but that’s so fucking hot. Knowing that I’m the one making you feel this way.” He dipped his fingers down, slowly entering you just as you rubbed the pad of your thumb over the head of his cock.
That sudden action caused him to push his fingers deeper inside of you. Your hips bucked against his hand as he stopped moving them inside of you. He just towered above you with his finger buried in your pussy as you rubbed his shaft. Pulling your hand out of his boxers, you pushed his pants and boxers down allowing his erection to spring free. Looking down at himself Dean smirked before curling his fingers slightly inside of you, hitting your g-spot head on.
“Fuck!”
“God I wish you could see how fucking hot you look right now. You’re cheeks are all flushed, your nipples are perky, you look good enough to eat.”
“You don’t look to bad yourself Dean.” You let out a long sigh grabbing his cock, the head of it beading with pre-cum. “You’re just as flushed as I am, and you cock is standing at attention.” He growled as you stroked him faster than before, your wrist turning with each stroke. “But you’ll look even better on top of me.
“Christ Y/N are you trying to kill me?”
“No, I’m just trying to get you off.” You said in between moans as his fingers continued to work you.
He growled loudly pulling away from you, “Well as much as I would like to come all over your tits, I would much rather be inside of you.” You laid there in front of him spreading his legs wide, an open invitation for him to do just what he wanted.
He picked up on you silent approval and pulled the rest of your clothing off. The two of you completely naked in front of each other for the first time. You eyes raked over his bare and muscular body. Taking in every muscle and scar across his creamy skin, while he did the same to you. You felt yourself blushing under his gaze, the way he smiled at you made you feel like a teenager on prom night all over again.
“You’re so damn beautiful Y/N, wait screw that,” he positioned himself between your legs, “you’re so fucking perfect.” Staring into his mossy eyes your heart pounded inside of your chest.
Leaning up you caught your lips against his, “Please make love to me Dean.” He slowly pushed the tip of his cock inside of you, already stretching your walls out with his impressive length. “Yes, fuck fill me up Dean, I want all of you inside of me.”
“Oh I will sweetheart, I will.”
And he did, his kept pushing deeper inside of you until his balls her slapped right against your ass. You both took a second to adjust the the feeling of him being inside of you. The way his cock burned and stretched your walls. The way you pussy throbbed around him, eagerly waiting for when he would start thrusting in and out of you. Taking a deep breath Dean pressed a firm kiss against you slightly swollen lips as he pulled out of you. But as soon as he was nearly out all of the way he thrusted back inside of you.
You were mewling and whimpering in pleasure as he stretched your inner walls. The head of his cock hitting your deepest sweet spots as you slowly rocked back against him. He felt so fucking good it was so hot, the way he growled as he kissed you, how his fingers gripped your hips as he thrusted faster. Not only were you enjoying it, but seeing the facial reactions and hearing the sounds Dean was making, you knew for a fact he was enjoying himself too.
“Fuck Dean,” You wrapped your good arm around his neck, “you feel so good.” He thrusted faster his lips barely brushing against yours as he moaned. “Just like that,” you sighed tilting your head to the side, “Oh fuck, oh, oh God!”
“Yeah you like that?” He rolled his hips excruciatingly slow, “you like it when I fuck you fast?”
“Yes.” you whined grabbing a handful of his hair, “I love it when you fuck me fast.”
“Are you sure?” He was moving so slow you could hardly feel any of his movements. “You don’t sound like you’re really enjoying it.”
“Yes, I love it when you fuck me fast!” You screamed loudly, not caring if Sam heard what the two of you were doing. “Please Dean fuck me!” Grabbing his head you pulled him down to your mouth kissing him roughly. “I need you, I need you to fuck me as fast as you can.”
He started moving again his thrusts fast and well paced. “You got it baby.” Dean thrusted faster and deeper than he had been going before. Every move was like electricity pulsing through your body. “Y/N,” he grunted, “Y/N baby.”
You wrapped your legs around his waist digging your heels into his ass pulling him deeper. His bed creaked as it hit the firm wall behind it. His movements went from sweet and caring to fast and hard. It was going so fast that the familiar tightening in your abdomen came faster than you had anticipated. Your body was tightening in anticipation for your impending orgasm.
“Fuuuck,” you whined into Dean’s ear, “I’m so fucking close, fuck me Dean.” He nodded bucking at an insanely fast pace, eager to get you off. “Dean, fuck oh God, oh God, oh my god!” Your toes curled into the mattress as he pounded into you. The tightening in you abdomen was unbelievably tight as you reached down rubbing your own clit. “I’m going to come Dean, I’m going to come.” Dean didn’t say anything in response, he only moaned as he moved faster, wanting to finish with you.
You orgasm hit you like a train. It was a full body arching off the bed, don’t touch my clit I’m coming so hard orgasm. Your body convulsed as your nails dug into the back of Dean’s neck and the mattress. He cursed your name tilting his head back as ropes of his hot cum filled you. You both laid there trembling while gasping out each others names.
Once you both were able to think Dean pulled away from you slightly. “Are you okay?” He slowly began examining your shoulder. “I wasn’t too rough with you was I?” He ran his hand through the top of his sweat drenched hair. “We’re going to need to clean that up.”
“Dean,” you sighed pulling him back down on top of you, “can we just enjoy this blissful moment?” He smiled down at you stroking your cheek with the back of his hand. “This is a dream come true right here.”
“Well,” he smiled at you, “dream away princess, because there’s a lot more dreaming to do with me and you.”
Summary: Y/N is a nerd about to graduate from high school. Dean is her best friend's older brother who is always with Sam. Together the two of them fight like cats and dogs, but is it hatred causing it or is it love?
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Jessica Moore, Bobby Singer, Reader
Pairings: Dean Winchester x Chubby!Reader, Sam Winchester x Jessica Moore
Warnings: NSFW, smut, self doubt about weight, language
Word Count: 4,687
Request: Do you think you could write me a fanfic where its Dean x Reader but they're both in high school and the reader is this adorable chubby lil nerd and Dean is a bad boy who used to tease her but they both really like each other and it ends up in smut of fluff please and thank you! Love the writing and keep doing' you!- Anonymous
A/N: This is my submission for @dancingalone21 Lau’s AU Funny Quote Challenge. My quote was “I say we get drunk and shoot crap.” I hope y’all enjoy I loved writing this because I’m a chubby nerd like the reader. Feedback is always welcomed!
The bell for the end of the day chimed, and all of your classmates started packing their things up. Mr Singer, your teacher yelled out to everyone that they needed to bring their homework in on Monday or they’d receive no credit. As everyone else rushed to get out of the class, you took your time packing your things up before walking to the from of the class.
“Mr. Singer, here’s my homework.” He looked up at you with a smile on his face as he took it from you. “I just figured I would give it to you now.”
“My star pupil, thank Y/N I’ll be sure to get this graded and back to you by Monday.”
“Thank Mr. Singer have a great weekend!” You grabbed you Captain America backpack off the back of your chair and headed out into the hallway. People were laughing and chatting as they made their way to the front of the building.
You stopped at your locker putting your books away, “Hey Y/N!” you turned around to see your best friend Sam heading towards you. His girlfriend Jessica clinging to his arm as he waved at you. You couldn’t help but laugh at him, he was so tall you could always spot him out in a crowd he was one of the tallest kids in the school. “Hey, do you have anything planned tonight?”
“What are you talking about Sam?” Cringing you slowly turned around looking up at Sam’s older brother Dean. He was wearing a white t-shirt with black jeans and a matching leather jacket. His sunglasses were on shielding you from his mossy green eyes. “She has no friends aside from the two of you, so why would she have any plans?” He was leaning against the lockers watching you, a smirk pulling at the corners of his pink lips. “No offense.”
“Oh yeah that totally wasn’t offensive at all asshole!” You glared daggers at him as he turned his head in the other direction. “You’ll always be an asshole, and Batman will always suck ass.” You murmured under your breath before turning to look back at Sam and Jess.
“I just heard that insult little nerd!”
“Good I’m glad you heard it!”
“Batman could totally kick Captain Assholes ass!”
“Captain America is a superhero! Batman is a billionaire with a bunch of gadgets.”
Dean pushed himself off the lockers and towered over you. “Oh yeah!? Well at least Batman has a bunch of ass kicking weapons.” He leaned down getting closer to your height, making his point by pushing his sunglasses to rest on the top of his head. “All your stupid Steve Rogers has is a little shield!”
“Captain Rogers was injected with Super-Solider Serum, and through ‘Vita-Ray’ treatment he became a superhero! He’s faster, stronger, and his endurance are better than Batman’s! Captain America would kick his prissy ass in under a minute!”
“Oh you’re on nerd, you take it back right this second!”
“Never!”
“Guys!” Both you and Dean turned around seeing a very confused Sam and Jessica watching you. “If you’re done arguing over useless stuff can we please get on to more serious matters?”
Clearing your throat both you and Dean stole a glance at each other before quickly looking away. You adjusted the strap of your backpack giving Sam an apologetic smile. Dean pushed his sunglasses back down over his eyes before crossing his arms over his chest. You had no idea how Sam and Jessica dealt with you and Dean. The two of you were constantly at each other's throats, all because Dean makes fun of you. And by some miracle Sam was always to separate the two of you.
“I know you’re busy with working on your costume for Comic Con but would you wanna come to the lake with us? There’s going to be a whole bunch of us there.” Glancing down at your shoes your kicked at a scuff against the polished white tile. ‘Come on Y/N, Jess and I are leaving for Stanford in August. We’re not going to be in Kansas much longer.”
Sam and Jessica were your only friends, seeing you couldn’t really count bad boy Dean as one. You were staying to go to a local college while taking art classes online. When they left you were going to have no one but yourself. You could hang out with Dean, but he was too busy working at his Dad’s auto shop to hang out all the time. So this summer was really going to be the last with your friends for awhile.
Jessica placed her hand on your shoulder, “Come on Y/N, it’ll be fun.” She was right, being with them would make this a memorable night.
“Alright, my costume can wait until tomorrow I guess.”
“That’s more like it!” Sam shouted pulling Jessica closer in his arms as the two of them started heading down the hall. “Let’s make this the best night of our lives.”
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“This really has been amazing.” Sam smiled staring at the sunset with Jessica sitting next to him. His arm was wrapped around her and they both had a beer in their hand. Jessica leaned her head back against his shoulder as she whispered something to him. Sam tightened his grip around her, standing up suddenly. “Hey. . . uh Dean do you mind if I get the keys to the car?”
Dean was sitting across from you a beer bottle in his hand as he poked at your fire with a stick. “Sammy why do you need my car keys?” He glanced up at his little brother, a knowing smirk across his face. “Are you going to take the log to the beaver?”
“Oh God Dean.” Sam groaned looking aways as his face turned slightly pink. “Are you going to give me the keys or not man. Jessica left her uh-” He looked up at the dusk sky for a brief second, “her sweater in the car.”
“Sure she did. That’s okay you two have fun, what to do you want to do Y/N?” You laughed softly as Sam rolled his eyes. “I say we get drunk and shot stuff. I mean seeing Sammy is going to shooting his own gun.”
“Oh my God Dean knock it off!”
With a final sigh he tossed the keys to Sam, “Just make sure to lay a blanket down, and crack the windows.” Sam and Jessica were blushing as they head back towards the car. “I do not want you staining the upholstery or Baby reeking of sex!” He laughed sticking his tongue out slightly.
Sam glared back at Dean as they headed through a wooded area behind the lake. When they were gone Dean started laughing poking more at the dull flames. You watched as embers flew up towards the pink and purple sky. You were glad you came tonight, it had been a lot of fun so far. You were all making memories that were going to last you a lifetime.
“Are you having fun?”
You looked back at Dean who was taking a drink of beer, “Huh, oh yeah.” Rolling your unopened beer can in your hand you looked back at him. “It’s just a little bittersweet you know. This is going to be one of the last nights were all like this together.”
“Sammy and Jess might be leaving,” he stared into the flames of the fire, “but that doesn’t mean that just you and me can’t do this.” When he looked at you, you almost had to catch your breath. Dean Winchester was already a sexy guy, but he looked ever hotter in the illumination of the flames. “You know we might fight like cats and dogs but. . .you’re not going to be alone. I’m going to be with you every step of the way.”
You were taken back by his words, not really sure what to say. This was the same Dean Winchester who would tease you about your hair when you were a Freshman. The same asshole who made fun of you love of comics and books. This was the same jerk who made your first year of high school a living hell. And fast forward three years and he was being nice to you.
He huffed looking at you, “Why are you looking at me like that? I’m telling the truth ya know, I’m not just messing around with you.” You turned your nose up at his sudden defensive nature.
“I’m sorry Winchester, I’m just a little shocked that you’re being nice to me.”
“What the hell are you talking about!? I’m always nice to you, I’ve been nice to you since that first day Sammy brought you home from school.”
“Uh no!” You crossed your arms over your chest pressing your breast up a little. “If I remember correctly you were the one telling Cas to get a look at the junk in my trunk.”
You weren’t skinny by any means. You were chubby or as you liked to call it curvy and you had struggled with your weight all of your life. You could care less about what other people said about you. You knew you had your issues, and you were doing your best to work on them.
“Whoa hold on a second!”
You got off the log you were sitting on and started walking in the other direction. You heard the shuffling of gravel behind you as Dean ran after you. “Y/N sweetheart, hold on for a second!” he reached for your arm and you quickly pulled it away turning around to face him. “Look yes I was an asshole when you first met me.” You cocked up an eyebrow rolling you eyes as he spoke. “Okay I’m still an asshole!” He grabbed both sides of your arms holding you still to look into his eyes. “But I’m the asshole who has fallen madly in love with you.”
“What!?” Your jaw dropped at his words, you cheeks burning as he nodded his head. “What the hell did you just say? I’m pretty sure I misheard it or something like that.”
“I said I love you.”
“Jesus Dean, did someone put something in your drink?” You placed the back of your hand against his forehead feeling for a fever. “This is so not like you. You’re not acting like yourself at all.”
He pulled his head back sighing deeply, “No one put anything in my drink, and I’m not sick by any means.” His fingers gently squeezed your arms as he took a deep breath. “Look, I’ve liked you for a long time.” He kicked at rocks underneath his boots before his glanced down at you. His eyes were trying to read you, pick up on what you were feeling. And his guess was as good as your own. There were so many emotions running through your veins, you weren’t sure what to think, say, or feel. “I’ve liked you since you were a sophomore, and I fell in love with you last year.”
“Hold on a second,” you sighed pushing him back slightly, “if you liked me for this long then why are you always a jerk to me?”
“Look this might come as a shocker to you but I’m not good at showing my emotions.” You found yourself gawking at him, giving him a chance to explain himself. “I’ve wanted to tell you for a long time now I really have. But anytime I feel like it’s been the right time we end up arguing instead. And most of that is me putting my defenses up, not wanting anyone to get close me. But I realized you might not stay here in Lawrence forever, and with Sammy leaving in a few months I realized how short life is. So I decided I was going to tell you before I screwed up royally or I missed my chance.”
“Sam and Jess knew didn’t they?” Dean nodded his head, “That’s why they left right? To give you the chance to tell me how you felt.”
“Sam had known for awhile, hell he probably knew how I felt before I even realized it.” He looked back in the direction that the two of them had ran off to. “This was their idea, figured it would be easier for me to get you alone like this.”
You heart was racing as you took all of his words to heart. Now that you were thinking about it, it was pretty evident the two of you had feelings for each other. It wasn’t always fighting when you were with him, he’s always been there for you when you needed him. He had picked you up countless times, been there for you through the rough patches of life, and always had a smile on his face when you were talking. And you liked him a lot to regardless of the teasing and the fighting.
Dean was so good looking it should be illegal. His creamy skin, those olive eyes that took your breath away, and those plump lips you fantasized about kissing. But he wasn’t just good looking. Dean Winchester was a strong and caring man, who typically put others above himself. You always admired that about him, and that admiration soon turned to love, but you always pushed those feelings away seeing how the two of you were always fighting. Now that you knew the truth, you could see why the two of you were always fighting.
You were in love with each other.
Dean cleared his throat, waiting for you to say something, anything in response to his words. You wanted to tell him how you felt about him, but a little voice in your head was telling you something different. Why would someone like Dean want to be with a nerd like you?”
“Why me?”
“What?”
“Why are you in love with me Dean? I mean in case I’m not the typical girl you’d go for. I’m chunky, nerdy, and I have no sense of fashion. You could be with any girl in this whole world, and you want to be with me?”
“Are you kidding me?” He cupped both sides of your face in his hands. “Have you looked at yourself in the mirror lately Y/N/N? You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. You’re soft Y/H/C hair, those breathtaking Y/E/C eyes, your body. I don’t see how you’re single, not only are you fucking hot, but you’re smart and passionate too.” His thumb brushed against your cheek, your heart fluttering as he touched you. “What’s not to love about you? I’d be crazy to not be in love with you.”
Your heart was throbbing at his words as tears began welling in your eyes. You licked your lips your own hand reaching up to touch his own. Dean eyes gazed over your face, and he slowly leaned in closer towards you. You followed his lead leaning in as well. He stopped looking at you one last time before closing his eyes and the gap between your lips. You inhaled sharply as you kissed him back, his lips gently moving against yours as you wrapped your arms around his neck.
He pulled back for a second his eyes opening as a smile spread across his lips. You returned the smile, and he leaned back in kissing you deeply, his tongue licking your bottom lip. You opened your mouth for him, his tongue slowly sliding inside of your mouth. You moaned into the kiss, your tongues massaging and moving against another. It was intense and passionate, like lightning lighting up a dark stormy summer night. This kiss was way overdue and there was a lot of making up the two of you were going to have to do. But being with him like this, it felt like you had all the time in the world to make up for it.
Dean pulled away the two of you panting and trying to catch you breath. You gazed into each other's eyes before laughing softly. Dean’s hand slid around to the back of your neck, his fingers playing with your hair as he pressed his forehead against yours. “That was well worth the wait, but now I’m kicking myself for not doing it sooner.” Yours hands played with the collar of his leather jacket as he spoke. “Like I imagined how that would be for years, but nothing compares to the real thing.” His lips pressed against the tip of your nose before moving further down to your lips. You kissed back gripping onto the fabric of his jacket, pulling him closer towards you.
“Whooa!” Sam shouted from the distance causing you and Dean to turn around. Him and Jessica were both clapping as they sat down around the fire. “Took you two long enough!”
“Come on,” Dean grabbed your hand leading you back to Sam and Jess. “let’s go hear about how Sam has been telling me for years to tell you how I felt.”
This was not how you were expecting your night to go, but you’re glad you decided to come with them. You showed up at the lake single and irritated with Dean, and you’re leaving knowing the two of you loved each other. There was a bright future ahead for the two of you, and you were looking forward to every second of it.
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Standing in the Sam and Jessica’s apartment you were fighting back tears. Jessica was hugging you telling you that she would text you every day. Pulling away the two of you wiped your eyes before looking at your boyfriends hugging each other. Dean pulled away clearing his throat as he smacked Sam on the back.
“No chick flick moments.”
“Alright, whatever you say jerk.”
“Bitch.” Dean wrapped his arm around your waist looking Sam in the eyes. “You be careful and be sure to call mom. And if you need anything Sammy don’t hesitate to call me okay?”
“I will Dean.”
With heavy hearts you and Dean said goodbye to Sam and Jessica before heading back to the hotel you were staying at. The drive back was quiet as Dean held your hand tight, his lips pursed together as his eyes were focused on the road. In the five months of dating him, you come to learn a lot more about him. Like right now he was going to assure you he was fine, but deep down you knew he was dreading this day for months. You were glad he didn’t have to go through this by himself. He had you with him, and hopefully that might ease the pain a little bit.
When you got back to the hotel Dean collapsed onto the bed sighing roughly into the mattress. You placed the bags of food on the mattress and crawled up on there with him rubbing his back soothingly. He turned his head looking up at you, as your fingers massaged his tense muscles. His frown slowly turned into a smile as you leaned down kissing his forehead.
‘Let’s eat real quick and then we’ll get some sleep before the long drive back okay?”
“Alright.” He pushed himself up and grabbed the bags of food handing you your own food. The two of you made small talk about the shop and your blog. It was like a typical weekend night back at his place.
As soon as you finished eating you both took you showers before crawling under the crisp hotel sheets. Dean wrapped his arms around you as you stared at the green alarm clocking it’s luminescent glow lighting up you pillow. As your eyes started closing, asleep slowly overcoming your senses Dean pressed a kiss against your neck. All thoughts of sleep vanished as your turned your head, finding his lips against yours in a second.
“Thank you, for coming with me.” he whispered against your lips, “You being there with me made that a little more bearable.”
“Well I love you, of course I’d go with you. It’s like you told me, you’re never going to be alone Dean I’m always going to be with you.” You pressed your lips against his, slow and tentative, and lazy not hurry in it at all. His fingers grazing your skin, but not completely going under just yet. Those lazy kisses that you loved so much, slowly became more heated as Dean shoved his tongue in your mouth. You turned wrapping your arms around his neck as he slid his hand up your shirt. His large hand cupped your breast squeezing and kneading it as your tongues were tangled together.
‘I love you Y/N.” He rolled on top of you, pushing your night shirt up exposing your bare breasts to him. “I love you so damn much.” Leaning down you moaned watching as his tongue darted out flicking your nipple. He looked up at you before his lips sealed around the sensitive bud, his tongue swirling around it as his teeth grazed it. Your back arched off the mattress, and his free hand cupped your other breast squeezing it.
The two of you had fooled around in the several months of dating, but you never went all the way. Part of it was because you both wanted to take your time, while the other fact was that Dean wanted you to be sure you wanted him to take your virginity. In this moment tonight there wasn’t a doubt in your mind that you wanted Dean to be your first.
“Dean.” you bucked your hips against his, feeling his erection through his sweat pants. “Do you,” you moaned loudly as he pinched your other nipple, “do you have a condom?”
His head flew up hearing your words, he reached over turning on the lamp on the night stand. “What did you just say?” His green eyes roamed over your bare chest before looking directly into yours. He needed to hear it one more time, he wanted to make sure that this was what you wanted.
“Let’s do it, I know I love you I want you to be my first.”
“You’re sure?”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”
His fingers trailed down lower, sliding into you pajama bottoms. “Well I have to make sure you’re ready for me.” His fingers traced small circles around your clit before moving down further rubbing your lips. “Then we can do it okay?” You nodded as he pushed a finger inside of you, you whined lifting your hips up to meet his touch. He pumped it lazily before adding another finger.
He took his time stretching you out, his finger stretched your walls. Somehow during all the intense pleasure he moved between your legs. His fingers buried deep inside of you as his wet tongue lapped at your clit. You were a wither mess, your chest heaving as the pleasure rushed through your veins. Your moans and the sound of Dean’s tongue licking you was echoing off the walls. You knew your neighbors were hating on you, but you didn’t give a shit. All you care about was Dean being inside of you, and the two of you finally making love.
He made you come twice before you were wheezing roughly, “Dean enough teasing, I’m ready for you.” He licked his lips clean or your arousal, his eyes were locked on yours. “Please I need you inside of me.” You whined gripping the sheets under your body. “I fucking need you.”
Dean got off the bed running for his wallet sitting on the dresser. He pulled out a gold foiled packet and ripped it open with his teeth as he pushed his sweats down. You watched as he slowly stroked his cock before rolling the condom over it, taking his time making sure it was done properly. When he came back to the bed his lips found your instantly as he positioned himself between your legs. You tasted the tang of yourself as his tongue rubbed against yours, his hips slowly grinding against yours as you kissed.
“Y/N,” he whispered as he reached down, leading his cock to your entrance. “I love you so much baby.”
“I love you too.” You kissed him gently as he slowly started pushing inside of you. To your surprise it didn’t hurt like you thought it would. Instead it was a slight pressure and discomfort as he pushed further inside of you.
‘Are you okay?” he asked softly his hips stilling to give you time to adjust to the new sensation, “Do you need me to go slower or I can keep going.”
You kissed him again a little more needy this time. “Keep going, I want to feel all of you inside of me Dean.” He kept moving moaning against your mouth until he was completely buried inside of you. “Oh my God.” you whispered against his mouth, “fuck you’re so big”
“You sure you’re okay?”
“Okay?” you moaned laughing softly as you arched your back, “Oh Dean I’m in heaven right now, move.”
He started moving slowly bucking his hips as you moaned a bit louder tilting your head back. As soon as he started moving it was like all of his worries about hurting you faded away. He moved a bit faster grunting as he buried his face in your neck. Before you knew it the two of you were setting, and moaning louder than you had ever moaned before. Dean knew what he was doing, and he was making sure everything felt amazing for you. He wanted you to enjoy this as much as he was.
You moved in time with him, feeling every inch of his cock slid in and out of you. You pussy welcomed him by squeezing around his shaft, which only made him thrust into you harder. It might sound cliche but it felt like the two of you fit perfectly with each other. His cock wasn’t too big for you, it was just fucking perfect.
‘Y/N fuck you’re so fucking tight.’ He growled sinking his teeth into your neck as he rolled the two of you onto your sides. “Your pussy is so tight for me, throbbing and squeezing my cock.” He leaned up sweat running down his forehead as he draped your leg over his body allowing his cock to go even deeper inside of you. “God I love you, I love being inside of you.”
“I-I love,” he nipped at you bottom lip tugging at it gently, “fuck I love you being inside of me Dean.” He dug his fingers into your thigh, his thrusts becoming harder and faster with every move. You furrowed your brow while digging your nails into his shoulders as you kissed him. The coil in your abdomen got tighter and tighter as the head of his cock brushed against your g-spot. “Dean I’m getting close.” You panted as he reached down rubbing you clit causing you breath to hitch in your throat. “Oh shit, fuck Dean!”
He rubbed faster in time with his erratic thrusts, “That’s right baby, come for me come all over this thick hard cock.” As you started screamed his name he kissed your deeply, sending you over the edge. “Y/N, fuck baby.”
“D-Dean! Yes holy fuck!”
“Y/N!” he growled as he trusted deep inside of you, his movements suddenly stilling as he came right behind you.
You both panted as you came down from the orgasmic bliss. You kissed each other as Dean pushed some of your hair out of your eyes. The two of you smiled as he held you tighter against him. Funny how a little over five months ago you were fighting with each other like cats and dogs. Now here you were having dating and having sex, living your lives together. As Dean buried his face in your neck snoring softly you couldn’t help but wish to spend the rest of your life with this man.
Summary: When Y/N is out of town on a hunt Sam finds himself in a terrible situation. His daughter MJ has started her period, and he’s stuck having to give her the talk himself.
Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Reader, Charlie Bradbury (mentioned), MJ (OFC)
Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader
Warnings: mentions of blood, talking about periods, awkward moments, the talk, awkward daddy Sam, self doubt, fluff
Word Count: 2,227
Request: AHHHH! Okay! I think it would be HILARIOUS to see (or read. Duh.) Dad!Sam (and maybe a smart add comment from good 'ok Uncle Dean) having to explain to his daughter what a period is! *laughing* imagine how blushy he'd get while doing that. OH MAN. Okay? OKAY! 😁 - @coralturtlenut
A/N: Thanks to @impala-dreamer for beta reading this for me! This was a fun request for me to write. I enjoy reading Daddy!Sam and I really enjoyed writing him as well. I hope y’all enjoy this, feedback is always welcomed!
“So would it be cheesy to ask you what you're wearing?” I grin, staring the ceiling in my room that Y/N and I share. She giggles into to phone and I know right away that she's blushing.
“No it wouldn't, but honestly I'm beast, Sam.” She yawns into the receiver and I hear Charlie yelling at her to turn the light off. “Plus, you know the whole sharing a room with Charlie thing is not to our advantage.”
I sigh, putting my arms above my head, “Fine, but trust me tomorrow when you get back you're all mine.” She laughs again, it's soft and timid, making my heart swell knowing I have this kind of effect on her. “Get some rest, I'm glad you two got through that hunt safe.” The two of them decided it would be a good idea to get out of the bunker for a weekend. Unlike your typical girl trips, they went on salt and burn case a few states over. I'm just glad they're both coming home at last.
“Goodnight Sam. I love you, tell MJ I said goodnight as well.”
“Will do sweetie, good night Y/N, I love you.”
We said our goodbyes before hanging up our phones. Glancing at my alarm clock, I was debating on whether to go tell MJ her mom said goodnight. MJ is our beautiful eleven year old daughter. She was extremely smart and beautiful, she was the light of our lives. Sitting up, I ran a hand through my hair before completely getting out of bed.
Heading out of my room, I headed towards the library finding Dean sitting in front of a laptop. He glanced up at me, holding a beer bottle towards me, “How’s Y/N/N and Charlie?” He took a sip of his own beer, shutting the laptop. “Were they able to handle that salt and burn case by themselves?”
“Yeah,” I took a sip of my beer, holding the bottle between my hands, smiling at him. “They’re not newbies anymore Dean. They can pretty much handle themselves at this point.”
“Well I’m going to worry about them all the time if I’m not around with them.”
“You know man, you had every opportunity to go with them.” I cupped some of my hair behind my ear, watching my older brother. “It might come as a shocker to you but I can take care of MJ myself. Y/N and I raised her ourselves, I’m pretty sure I can handle my pre-teen daughter.” As Dean and I sat in the kitchen talking amongst ourselves, a blood curdling scream echoed through the bunker. The two of us bolted up running towards MJ’s room, guns in hand. “MJ SWEETIE!?” I screamed, opening her door, aiming inside of her room expecting there to be some kind of monster. Instead I found my beautiful daughter sitting up in bed staring at her hands.
Her Y/E/C eyes were wide as she flickered between both hands before looking up at us. “You need to take me to the hospital!” She shouted, tears welling in her eyes as she lifted the sheets off her body, looking under them. “Oh God Daddy, you need to call an ambulance!” She pushed the sheets off her body, looking down at herself.
My beautiful and sweet little girl was sitting on blood stained sheets. Looking at her white and black striped pajama pants I came to the sick realization about what was going on. My baby started her period in the middle of the night, she was no longer my baby, oh God she was a woman now. Dropping my gun, I put it back in the back of my jeans walking towards MJ. She was crying hard, looking up at me for some kind of reason as to why she was bleeding everywhere. And there was no way in hell I was prepared for this. Give me a werewolf or a vampire, but telling my daughter about her period was a whole new world for me.
“Daddy,” she cried, shaking as I gently grabbed her arm helping her out of bed, “why am I bleeding, why are you so calm right now!? Call mama I need to go to the hospital daddy!”
“MJ, you don’t need to go to the hospital.” I used a calm and soothing voice as I lead her to the restroom. “You uh,” I cleared my throat, looking back towards Dean who was currently smirking. “You just started your period is all.”
“Period?” she nearly screeched, her voice breaking as I turned on the shower for her. “What the hell is a period!?”
I’m not going to lie, I have no idea where to begin with this whole situation. I always thought Y/N would be around here to tell her about all this. I was no expert on this whole scenario, oh Jesus, I was going to have to give my daughter “The Talk”.
Shaking my head I turned back to her, giving her a reassuring smile as I tested the temperature of the water for her. “Let’s start off with getting you all cleaned up, then I’ll tell you all about it okay?” She seemed hesitant, as if she didn’t believe me one hundred percent about what was going on. “I can assure you baby girl, you’re going to be just fine. You’ll feel a lot better after a shower okay?” She puckered her lips just like her mother would as she nodded her head. “I’m going to grab you some clean clothes okay?”
I ran to mine and Y/N’s room, reaching under the sink finding one of her pads. This was going to have to do until Y/N or myself could get her to the store and find some feminine products that suited her best. Until her mother got home, she was going to have to put up with my lack of knowledge on discussing this topic, especially when it came to my very own daughter. I was going to do my best however, and try not to make this experience totally scarring. I placed her clothes on the counter before heading back to her room. I quickly stripped her sheets off and ran them to the laundry room, before heading back and putting new sheets on. As I finished straightening out the sheets, MJ poked her head in the room. She held up the pad, her pale cheeks flushed as she looked away.
“Uh what am I supposed to do with this?”
“Well,” I cleared my throat, “you open it up, and peel it off.” I headed towards her, opening the pad in demonstration. “This smaller end here,” I pointed towards the area, my daughter's eyes focused on the pad, “this end goes on the front end of your panties, while the bigger end, uhm goes towards the back.” God I was terrible at this, the one time Y/N leaves me alone with our daughter, is the one time she needed her mother here more than ever. “Then you fold these tabs under to secure the pad on your. . .uhm underwear.”
She nodded as I handed it back to her, seeming to understand the concept of the pad. That part went pretty well, now all I needed to get through was telling her what the hell is happening. And this was going to be a hell of a lot harder than explaining pads to her. So I did what any father would do, I panicked. I was pacing the room, taking deep and slow breaths waiting for her to come back. This was going to be awkward as hell for the both of us.
“Daddy?” she asked, stepping back into the room, “N-now that I’m all clean, can you please tell me what is going on?”
“Yeah,” I lead her to the bed, sitting her down on the side while I sat in a chair in front of her. “I’m just going to start off saying. . .this is uhm a little different for me.” I ran a hand through my hair, pushing it back as she watched me. “This would typically be your mom’s department, but she’s not here and you’re stuck with me. We’re in this together okay?”
“Okay.”
As much as it hurt me I had to give her the talk, but I was going to be cool and collected about this. “Well you see, when a man and a woman love each other very much, they get married and decide to make a baby.” I heard a snort come from behind me, and I turned around glaring at Dean who was propped up against the wall. Seeing my face, he quickly held his hands up, before walking out of the room. “Where were we?” I sighed, looking back at her staring at me.
“We were talking about babies.”
“Right,” I swallowed hard as her innocent eyes watched me, “a man and a woman make a baby by having sex together. Now you see a man has uh. . .a uhm penis.” I nearly choked on the word as I looked away from her. “And a woman had a uh-uhm. . .” Come on Sam spit it out already!
“A vagina.” She finished for me, giving me a soft and reassuring smile, as if she knew I was struggling with it. “That’s what mama told me.”
Thank Chuck Y/N went over some of this information with her, “Exactly, a man has a penis and a woman has a vagina. So a man produces this seed which is called sperm. While a woman produces an egg every month.” She nodded her head, soft waves of brown hair flailing around her. “S-So when a couple has sex, the uh man puts his penis inside of the woman's vagina, and he keeps going until his seed comes out.” She puckered her pink lips, tilting her head slightly as I continued to speak. “The sperm, them swims up into the woman in search of her egg which is located inside of her. Now if the sperm reaches the egg it can become a baby, so it’s important to always use a condom. They help protect against sexually transmitted diseases and pregnancy.” I felt like an idiot, and I felt even worse for my poor little MJ. “Now if the egg isn’t fertilized your body gets rid of that unfertilized egg. It does that by shedding the inner walls of your uterus. It lasts for five to seven days every month.”
“Every month?” Her eyes began to well with tears and I immediately started to regret everything I had said. “T-that’s not fair!”
“Now sweetie, it’s perfectly nor-”
Before I could say anything else she was crying hard into her hands. My heart breaking as I watched tears stream down her cheeks. How did I know it was going to end up like this? I knew I was going to screw this whole thing up. I made this simple and educational situation into a living and scarring nightmare for my child.
As I gently patted her knee I heard footsteps from behind me. Glancing up I saw Dean slowly kneeling in front of MJ, his eyes soft and kind as he rubbed her arm. “Hey sweetheart,” MJ sniffled, her tears still coming down her cheeks as she watched him. “You know being a grown up isn’t so bad.” He pulled a Hershey candybar out of his back pocket, holding it out towards her. “You can eat all the chocolate you want during what I like to call Shark Week.” She hesitantly looked at the candybar before Dean held it closer towards her. “That makes it a little more bearable doesn’t it?”
I watched in awe as she took the candybar, nodding her head slightly. The tears had suddenly stopped as she opened the the chocolate, munching down on it. I looked between her and Dean, my jaw dropping as he smiled widely at her. He was the pre-teen whisperer, he needs to show me how to do that.
“How about you, me, and your dad curl up in bed and watch a chick flick?” MJ nodded, wiping her eyes as both Dean and I stood up. “Alright you pick the movie, we’ll get the heating blanket and snacks.” He patted my back as he lead us out of the room.
“How the hell did you do that?” I asked as we walked into the kitchen. He grabbed chips, candy, a few beers, and a soda for MJ. “You were awesome in there man.”
He turned around, smirking as I shook my head back and forth. “She’s a mini you, a much more girly version of you.” He headed back out of the kitchen, smiling at me as he turned down the hall. “Besides Sammy, she just needed a little something to make her feel a bit better. I just gave her a candy bar, you're the one who deserves Daddy of The Year.”
Summary: When Y/N finds herself wide awake one night, she decides to do some cleaning around the bunker. While listening to Bubblegum Bitch by Marina and The Diamonds, she doesn’t realize he boyfriend is watching her move to the music.
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester (mentioned), Reader
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Warnings: NSFW, fluff, smutty goodness
Word Count: 2,448
Request: Can you do a Dean fic smut or fluff (either is fine) of the song Bubblegum bitch by Marina and the Diamonds? Thanks so much! -Anonymous
Can you do a Dean fic inspired by the song Bubblegum bitch by Marina and the Diamonds. Thanks! - @mdoodles101
A/N: Beka ( @impala-dreamer) has been a trooper and an angel. She edited three stories one after another for me! Thanks again sweetie you’re awesome! I hope y’all enjoy, feedback is always welcomed!
After a long hunt there were a few things you liked to do depending on how bad it was. You could either go straight to bed, have sex with Dean, of go for a run with Sam. Sometimes however, when all these things didn’t help, you were left with a sickening feeling deep within your gut. And that same sick feeling was making it impossible for you to sleep. So instead you laid in the bed staring at the ceiling, Dean’s arm draped over your body as he snored softly. At least one of you was getting a good night’s rest.
After laying there wide awake for three hours you finally decided to use your time wisely. You carefully lifted Dean’s arm and slid out of bed. He groaned, turning over in the other direction and continuing to snore. You grabbed your phone off the nightstand and tiptoed out of the room, shutting the door behind you. Once outside you leaned against the wooden surface, sighing deeply; the sooner you got over the hunt, the sooner things would get back to normal.
So instead of sleeping, or in your case trying to sleep, you wandered around the bunker. You started in the kitchen, checking to see if there was anything the three of you needed on the next supply run. Seeing that you and Dean just went on one early this week, there was really nothing you needed. So you decided to go to the library to see if the books needed reorganized, but that was deemed useless seeing Sam kept it neat in there. For some damn reason there was hardly anything to keep you busy around the bunker tonight.
“This sucks,” you sighed, running your fingers over one of the book cases, “nothing to do but walk around mindlessly until I get tired I guess.” As you were turning to continue your midnight stroll you noticed your fingertips were filthy. Scrunching your nose up at the dark grey substance on your finger you looked back at the book case. Getting a closer look you noticed that the shelves were covered in dust. “Eww,” your eyes roamed around the library, “have we ever dusted in here?” you asked yourself, wiping the dust off on your black shorts.
Looking around the room, you decided this was a task that would drain you out. Deep cleaning was always tiresome, so you knew deep down inside that this was the sure fire way to knock you out. Heading to the storage closet, you made it your mission to make this room spotless, at least until you were so tired you could actually get some freaking sleep.
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Standing in the library, you sprayed the bottle of Pledge across the surface of the wood. The lemon scented cleaning product filled the library as you wiped the shelf off. You were right about this being an exhausting job. You had only cleaned half of the library and you still had the other half to go. You could always go to bed now, but you were never one to leave a job half finished. Once you started, you were going to see that the job was completed no matter how long it took.
And it wasn’t all that bad, you had your headphones on, music blasting through your ears as you moved your body to the rhythm of the songs. You swayed your hips to the beat, everything relatively calm and collected as you cleaned. But that was before Bubblegum Bitch by Marina & The Diamonds came on. Your heart started racing as the beat roared through your earbuds, and before you knew it you were dancing and jumping around to the beat of the music.
“Got a figure like a pin-up
Got a figure like a doll
Don't care if you think I'm dumb
I don't care at all
Candy bear, sweetie pie
I wanna be adored
I'm the girl you'd die for”
Each word escaped your lips as you danced around the tables in the library. Your heart was racing as you gripped one of the chairs, swaying your lips as you continued to sing.
“I chew you up and I'll spit you out
'Cause that's what young love is all about
So pull me closer and kiss me hard
I'm gonna pop your bubblegum heart”
You twirled your rag around your finger as you sang each word, not really caring if it was out of tune. You were in too good of a mood to care whether it sounded perfect of not. It wasn’t like Dean was up and watching you. He was back in bed, snoring like a bear as he dreamed away. At least that’s what you had assumed anyways as you hopped with the beat.
What you weren’t aware of was that your boyfriend was watching you shaking your ass as you cleaned. He was leaning against the wall to the entrance of the library, a smirk plastered across his face as he watched your body move. He couldn’t help but think about how lucky he was; he found himself an amazing and strikingly beautiful woman like yourself. And for some strange reason you had agreed to date him. You were way out of his league, and you were all his.
“I'm Miss SugarPink, liquor, liqour lips
Hit me with your sweet love”
You sung loudly, bending forward slightly, shaking you ass.
“Steal me with a kiss
I'm Miss SugarPink, liquor, liqour lips
I'm gonna be a bubblegum bitch
I'm gonna be a bubblegum bitch”
You turned around, winking as you pointed to what you were expecting to be an empty corridor. Instead you found Dean smirking at you, his eyes roaming your body as you stood there in shock and total embarrassment. Your jaw dropped along with your rag as you quickly pulled your headphones out of your ears. Your heart was racing as you tried to catch your breath from the intense solo dance session that you just had. While at the same time you were doing your best to figure out what to say to him.
“Dean,” you started, coughing slightly, “hey what are you doing up?”
“Well, I woke up with this killer need for a glass of water.” He pushed himself off the wall, walking down the stairs into the room. “So I had every intention of getting a glass of water, but on my way to the kitchen I heard you singing.” He stalked closer towards you, like a predator stalking his prey. “I followed it, only to find quite a show going on in here.”
“Sorry you had to witness the terrible dance moves.”
He kept walking towards you, licking his lips while he leaned against the edge of one of the several tables in the room. You simply cleared your throat, leaning against one of the pillars in the room, not saying anything else. He just eyed you up and down with the stupidest grin on his face. The silence felt like it was never going to end, so you just continued to stand there in silence, staring at each other.
“Who said I thought they were terrible?” His response took you by surprise as you cocked up an eyebrow. “I happen to think you're a wonderful dancer. Plus the way you ass looks when you sway your hips.” He took his bottom lip between his teeth, nodding his head slightly. “I'm the luckiest man on the planet.”
You laughed slightly, shaking your head back and forth. “Are you sleepwalking? You must be to have that kind of reaction to my dancing.” Turning on your heels you headed towards the kitchen. “I mean seriously Dean, dancing and me don't mix very well.” You heard footsteps behind you as Dean followed you down the hall. “But cleaning and moving around has pretty much made me exhausted,” you announced while washing the cleaning products off of your hands. “I'm ready to finally get some sle-”
Your words cut off as you felt something hard press against your clothed center. A breath caught in your throat as you gripped the edge of the sink, resisting the urge to grind against him. Dean’s hands gripped both sides of your hips. His rock hard cock pressed harder against your clit, making it throb slightly.
“Still think I’m lying about liking your dance moves sweetheart?” Slowly he began bucking his hips, the head of his cock moving perfectly over your swollen bundle of nerves. “You gotta learn to start believing me, you just have an affect on me that I can't explain.” His hands trailed up the curves of your body, cupping both your breasts in his large hands. Moaning at the feel of his thumbs brushing against your nipples, you pushed back against him. “And it’s nice to see that I have a certain effect on you too Y/N.”
“You always have a special effect on me Dean.” Moaning, you slowly began rocking against him, winning a squeeze of both his hands in return. “Always.” Gasping, you gripped the counter tighter allowing your head to fall slightly as Dean continued to massage your chest. His thumb and forefinger gently pinching your nipples, making your body arch into his touch.
“Are you too tired right now?” His plump lips brush against the tip of your ear, his hot breath tickling your sensitive skin. Shaking your head in response to his question you reached back, doing your best to pull down his boxers. “Good.” He growled, nipping at your earlobe as he helped pull his boxers down, allowing them to pool around his ankles.
The second he pulled his hands away from your chest, both of you reached down pulling your own pajama bottoms down. The second they dropped to the ground, his erect cock was pressing against your throbbing center, slowly pushing the tip inside of you. Your nails dug into the counter as you took deep and shallow breaths. With each inhale and exhale he pushed himself deeper inside of you. He kept that up until he was fully seated inside of you, his hips stilling as the two of you adjusted to the feeling of him stretching your walls. The pleasure rushing through the two of you, but neither of you ready for that pleasure to end just yet. You wanted it to last, hell you didn’t want this feeling to ever end.
“God,” Dean growled in your ear, slowly beginning to thrust in and out of you, “Y/N.”
You gasped as he pushed himself deeper inside of you, “Holy shit.” He thrusted a bit harder, your pussy burning with each thrust as his cock stretched you. Every move left you wanting more from him, every touch and caress of skin left you wanting more. So you pushed back against him, allowing his cock to slip deeper inside of you. The head of it slammed against your cervix, causing your back to arch as sweat began beading along your forehead. “Dean, fuck you’re so fucking big.” Whining you pushed yourself back more, wanting to feel every inch of him buried deep inside of you.
“Yeah you like that don’t you Y/N?” He gripped your hips harder, thrusting faster and harder inside of you. “You like it when I fuck you in the open like this? You know there’s a chance Sammy could walk in and see you like this.” He planted kisses down your neck, the only sound was your own moans and skin smacking against skin. “You are so fucking naughty Y/N.”
“I-I,” you tried to speak but a moan escaped your lips instead, “I am naughty Dean, I’m so naughty for you.”
He growled, moving faster inside of you, his balls slapping against your skin with each thrust. “Damn right, you’re my girl Y/N.” Gripping the counter you groaned loudly as he moved faster both of your orgasms coming closer to slamming into the two of you.
“I’m all yours Dean.” You moved back against him in time with his thrusts. Your hands clutching on the counter holding on for dear life as Dean fucked you hard.
It didn’t take long until the two of you were moving in perfect timing with each other. Every touch pushed both of you closer to the edge, and you both weren’t going to stop until you met that sweet blissful ending. It was the perfect way to end a productive night, and this was a sure fire way to knock you out. Great sex with Dean was always the cure to your sleepless nights.
The familiar tightening of muscles in your abdomen had you throwing you head back against Dean’s shoulder. They clamped and curled tighter and tighter with every stroke of his cock along your inner walls. “Dean, fuck I’m close! Whatever you do don’t fucking stop, I’m gonna come for you Dean!”
“You’re going to come for me Y/N?” Nodding, your hands reached down, placing them on top of his own. “You want to come all over my big, thick cock baby?”
“Yes,” you whined as your breasts bounced as he thrusted harder, “I want to come for you, I want you to know how good you make me feel Dean.”
He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his movements becoming erratic as he came closer to his climax. “Do it, come Y/N, come for me baby.” His words sent you over the edge, you came hard, his hand reaching up to cover your mouth as you came. His teeth bit down into your shoulder as his seed coated your walls, the two of you coming together.
Once the white dots started to fade, you remembered to breathe. Looking back at Dean, a smile curled on your lips seeing the blissful smile on his face. He grinned while looking at you through half closed eyes. You both were in no hurry to move, you were just enjoying the post orgasmic glow. Five minutes passed before Dean brought himself to pull away from you, slowing sliding out of you.
“Who would have known getting up for a glass of water would end up with me getting lucky?” He laughed, helping you pull up your pajama bottoms. “Talk about one hell of a midnight snack.” The two of you stared at each other as he pulled his boxers up before erupting into laughter. He was right, one solo dance session had lead to an amazing late night sex session. “Come on,” he wrapped his arm around you, leading you out of the kitchen. “Let’s get some sleep.”
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How awkward it is when I search up Gabriel x Reader stories and when they do the (Y/N) I have to not picture Gabriel making out with a version of himself because my name is Gabrielle and it's literally the same name expect it's for girls. It ruins the whole experience for me and I usually end up laughing my ass off because of this shit.
Summary: The reader and her trusty dog Houdini have been alone for years. The two of them hunting and killing monsters not needing any help. But when the reader underestimates the size of a vampire nest it looks like she's going to be facing deaths door. Luckily for her Sam and Dean Winchester rush in to save the day. Injured and confused the reader must decided if she should team up with the brothers to destroy the nest, or should she remain a lone wolf. Warnings: Blood, violence, swearing, mentions of death, angst. Parents always tell their kids there's no such thing as monsters. That there's nothing in the closet, that there's nothing hiding under the bed. They are raised to believe that the monsters are just fragments of their imagination. That they should be more afraid of humans. That they should never talk to strangers, or take candy from them. They are raised to believe that humans are the only monsters in this world. You really pity those stupid people. You were raised knowing that everything that went bump in the night was in fact real. From vampires to werewolves to a pesky ghost or psychotic demon. You knew all too well of the horrors lurking around in this terrible world. People should be afraid of monsters, because they're all too real. Both your parents raised you in this line of life and it was your responsibility to carry on the Y/L/N name and keep hunting the monsters that lurked in the dark. It was just you now, both your parents had passed away. Your mother died after being bitten by a werewolf when you were seven. Your father begged that she hang in there that he could look for a cure. But she knew there was no such thing, she begged him to take her life, that she couldn't do it herself. After arguing with her for what seemed like hours, you said goodbye to her. She told you to be strong and listen to your father. There were a lot of tears but you knew she wouldn't be your mother for long. Fast forward fourteen years to your father’s death. Unlike mother who hunted for a living, your father actually had a career. He was in the military, he disarmed bombs in Afghanistan. While he was deployed he left you in the care of fellow hunters. You moved around a lot taking on hunts with family friends, learning everything and anything. You were gaining more knowledge knowing one day all of the information you were collecting in your journal would come in handy for hunts with your old man. Only you’d never get a chance to share the knowledge with him. You remember the man in the military uniform coming to your “aunt's” doorstep. You were sitting on the porch writing down information about your recent Tulpa hunt. He cleared his throat taking his hat off as he looked down at you. You immediately recognized him as your father’s best friend. You dropped your pen as he told you that your father was killed in action. The world you knew shattered, crashing around you moving in slow motion. For the first time in your life you felt alone. All that you had in life was your father’s pickup truck, your journal, and family friends. At least that's what you thought. When you were in total shock, a single nudge of your hand brought you back to reality. Staring into your eyes was your father's bomb dog, his partner Houdini. Your eyes widened as you threw your arms around the black German Shepherd holding him tight. He rested his muzzle on your shoulder as you cried into his fur. From that moment on it was you and Houdini against the world. You moved from motel to motel like every other hunter. Staying with some family friends before you decided it was time you and Houdini hit the road yourselves. The two of you kicked ass and saved lots of lives. You only asked for help when you needed it and God knows you never did. It was perfect just and Houdini chilling and killing monsters. There was no point on getting close to anyone in the line of work. You and Houdini were a two wolf pack, taking names and killing monsters. Time flew by, before you knew it ten years had come and gone. You were rocking your thirties which was pretty good considering your line of work. And good old Houdini was rocking twelve. You took on cases around the country living the hunters dream. “Shit,” you growled gripping you machete leaning against a tree, “I didn’t think there was so many vamps.” you winced looking around. Houdini huffed nudging you with his muzzle, probably wanting you to keep running. It was suppose to be a small nest from what a fellow hunter said, instead it was about thirty vampires against you and Houdini. A twig broke behind you, “Little mouse?” your body tensed as you gripped the machete tighter, looking back slightly, “Come out sweet thing, I would love to see if your blood tastes as good as it smells.” You were about to turn to slice his head off when another vampire came out of nowhere and slammed you against the massive pine tree. You gritted your teeth glaring into the cold eyes of the young vampire. His tongue slipped out of his mouth licking a smear of your blood it off your cheek. You let out a shaky breath as he pushed your legs open with his knee. You remained calm though glaring off into the trees whistling sharply. In an instant Houdini grabbed the vamp by the arm and started shaking violently, pulling him away from you. You growled swinging the machete slicing the head off his body, the blood splattered across your face. “Houdini!” you commanded running off through the trees, “Come.” The two of you ran back towards to your car. You needed back up this was to much for you to handle yourself. Houdini barked growling, you turned only to be tackled by another vampire. “You little bitch!” She screamed baring her sharp teeth, “You’re going to regret coming here tonight.” Houdini growled running towards you as the monster grabbed you by the hair dragging you back towards the nest. You twisted trying to the syringe full of dead man’s blood from your boot as she yanked you harder. “H-Houdini!” you winced grabbing the syringe, “Attack!” You yelled taking the cap off with your teeth stabbing the woman in the back of the thigh injecting the blood into her. Houdini barked leaping attacking the now immobilized vampire. “Fuck, let’s go boy.” you glared down at the woman before limping away. You were covered in blood and bruises, not the hunt you had expected. You walked along the edge of a trail, being weary of you step. These vampires were tucked away in an abandoned saw mill in northern New Mexico on the mountains. They were attacking hikers and campers, raking up a high death toll. So far there had been about ten deaths in the last month. Of course the authorities assumed it was an animal attack. You knew better than that though, after examining the bodies you knew right away it was vampires. But with as many as there were you were surprised the death toll wasn’t higher. “Dammit,” you whispered leaning against the railing overlooking a small lake, “we’re screwed.” you groaned gripping your side pain rushing through you. You glanced down at your four legged friend, his eyes watching you, waiting for you. Before you could say anything else, headlights flashed in your direction. You squinted shielding your eyes with your forearm, Houdini’s ears perked as he listening to the doors open and slam. “Hey are you okay!?” a deep voice yelled, two figures running towards you. “Look out!” You gasped as someone slammed into you, slamming you through the frail wooden stakes. You stared up at Houdini as you and the attacker fell into the freezing water. You felt a surge of pain through your body as the back of your head slammed into a rock while you fought against the person holding you under water. You opened your eyes, everything blurry as you desperately reached for the last syringe of dead man’s blood in the back pocket of your jeans. As you grabbed it the man grabbed your wrist fighting for it. Bubbles escaped your mouth as you fought against his grip, water flooding your mouth, you struggled to not inhale. But as soon as the vamp sunk his fangs into your shoulder you screamed inhaling the water. Through messy and reckless movements you got the cap off the needle and sunk the tip into the back of the vampire. He released you from his death grip, pulling away. You suddenly felt cold, you struggled to keep your eyes open. But through the murky water you noticed the vampire's head floating to the bottom of the lake. An arm wrapped around your waist pulling you towards the surface. As you broke through you began coughing roughly attempting to get all the water out of your lungs. The arm around you tightened as you were dragged to the shore. “Dean!” “I got her, she’s okay Sammy!” you blinked looking up at the full moon, painting as your savior looked down at you. His green eyes sparkled from the moonlite water. Water dripped from his short hair as he ran a hand over his freckled covered face, “You okay sweetheart?” His tongue ran across his plump pink lips as he stared into your eyes. “I’ve had better,” your voice was hoarse as you tried to sit up only to be held down, “I’m okay really.” “Yeah right, you're bleeding.” you scoffed remaining still as a familiar jingle rushed towards you along with another person's boots across the rocks. “Hang on there pooch, we gotta get her out of here some place safe.” Someone carefully lifted you up holding you in their arms bridal style. “God this is embarrassing. . .” you pouted closing your eyes, “I’m not usually like this.” “We got you, don’t worry you’re gonna be alright.” And that’s when you so stupidly lost consciousness. When you woke up, you noticed you weren’t in your hotel, or truck at all. You were in a strange place, but a familiar warmth rested on your forearm. You looked to see Houdini staring at you, his ears perked up and he whimpered nudging your hand with his nose. Smiling you placed your hand on the top of his head and stroked his fur. He relaxed into your touch huffing as her rested his head on the edge of the bed you were laying on. “Where are we Houdini?” you whispered, ‘Where are those men?” There was shuffling behind the corner as someone peaked around. This man smiled softly furrowing his brow as he turned the corner walking to the bed adjacent from yours. This man was tall, like really tall, he sat down on the bed with a kind and gentle look in his hazel eyes. He was wearing a blue and white plaid shirt, and denim jeans. He cupped his shaggy hair behind his ear. “How are you feeling?” “Like I was hit by a train, where am I?” “The Black Duckling motel, my brother and I brought you here.” “You and your brother?” As if on que the door to the hotel opened and in walked the man who saved you from drowning, “Sammy I got an extra burger, is she up?” “Yeah Dean she just woke up.” Dean walked in grinning. He took off his leather jacket and threw it on the bed Sammy was sitting on. “Welcome back sweetheart.” he handed you a bag, “Here you go, I figured you’d be hungry.” “Thank you,” taking the bag you sat up, realizing your shirt was missing. You looked down seeing your shoulder wrapped in gauzes. Dean plopped down on the bed, “Sorry we wanted to clean it. That was a struggle with your guard dog though.” He motioned to Houdini who was laying calmly on the floor. “He did not like us touching you at all.” “That’s Houdini for you,” you unwrapped the cheeseburger and smiled down at the dog, “he’s my partner.” “You two are hunters right? You were after the vampire nest too?” You nodded taking a bite out of the burger, “Yeah, I wasn’t expecting so many vamps though. Usually there’s eight or ten in a nest. This bad boy is thirty or more though, way out of my league.” You popped a french fry in your mouth. “We’d be more than happy to help you out.” Dean held out his hand, “I’m Dean Winchester by the way and this is my little brother Sam.” You choked coughing roughly staring at the brother’s in shock. Sam’s eyes went wide as he stared at you rushing to your side handing you a beer. Dean on the other hand smiled proudly crossing his arms over his chest. You chased the cough away with the beer, before regaining control of yourself. “Winchester!? As in the Winchester brothers!?” The two of them nodded and you grinned, trying to hide your excitement. You couldn’t help it though you were meeting real life legends. “So you’ve heard of us?” “Who hasn’t heard of you guys in the hunting community, you two are legends!” You smiled wider, “I always wondered if I’d run into you two one day. And you actually saved me, God it’s even more embarrassing now.” you felt heat rush to your cheeks. “Hey you were out numbered.” Sam pointed out as you ate some more fries, “How many did you take out by yourself?” You shrugged eating some more food. “Six or seven, but it’s with Houdini’s help.” “Still that’s pretty impressive, some hunts are more difficult than others. You probably know that by now though.” ‘Yeah,” you swallowed the food in your mouth, “they can be.” Dean grinned at you and you smiled back. “So how about the four of us finish this hunt together?” “Huh?” you blinked in shock, “You’d help me?” “Hell yeah,” Dean kicked his boots off, “we’ll finish those sons of bitches off together.” Together? When was the last time you hunted with another human? You hadn’t hunted with another human since you parents died. It had been just you and Houdini for years. It would be different, you’d need more supplies and a structured plan seeing the nest was so big. Hell you’d need to actually talk to them, communicate. You were so use to just whistling different ways and Houdini knew exactly what to do. You were going to half to adjust to this. . .to allowing yourself get close to people again. But from the reassuring smiles the Winchester brothers gave you, all your doubt and fear faded away. “Alright,” you nodded, Houdini looking up at you curiously, “we’ll do it together.”
After hours of driving on the road, you had just arrived in quaint little town called Stowe. Cozy was the best way to describe it, although its not your usual taste, something about the quietness drew you in. Parking your little red pick-up in front of the local diner, you hopped out and approached the entrance. Walking up, out of the corner of your eye you notice a glint against the glass reflection of the diner windows, realizing it was your bowie knife, you quickly tugged down the hem of your t-shirt to cover it. There was no need to scare the townsfolk on day one, of course it wouldn’t be the first time.You always had a deep love for knives and unfortunately most people found that unnerving. Thinking back to your hunting days you shuddered, now all you wanted was peace, peace from the dark memories... a sweet chime pulled you out of your thoughts as you opened the door, alerting the waitress to your presence. You took a seat in the back keeping full view of the entrance and exits, and watched the waitress saunter over.
“What can I get you Sugar?” she asked
Tapping her pen against her notepad, you told her your order and watched as she scribbled it down. As she moved away you noticed two new customers had already seated themselves across the room. You scolded yourself for not noticing the new additions to the diner, blaming your lack of sleep for your dulled senses. Instead of dwelling on the issue, you neatly doctored the fresh mug of coffee that arrived seconds before, two cremes two sugars. Taking a sip, you glanced up to watch the new arrivals. Right off the bat you noticed both were very handsome, one was slightly shorter than the other, with tan colored hair and he was well built. The other was taller with darker features, equally as fit as the other. Hiding a snort, you smiled as his long hair and upon further inspection you noticed that they were having a heated discussion. Momentarily you were distracted by a steaming plate of eggs and bacon being placed in front of you. Grabbing a fork you eagerly dug in, once again glancing back at the two men you were startled to find that the taller one was making eye contact with you. His smile slowly waned as his eyes drifted towards your hip, puzzled by the reaction you tried to piece together what was wrong. Suddenly it hit you, quickly you glanced down to where you holstered your knife, only find your shirt had ridden up, exposing it completely. Shit! Tugging the shirt once again back down, you snatched some cash from your back pocket to pay for the meal. Throwing a twenty down and standing up in one fell swoop, you didn't notice the two men watching you with slight frowns on their faces. Instinct kicked in as you quickly strode to the truck, fumbling with the keys for a few seconds, you managed to unlock the car and jump into the driver’s seat. Upon backing out, the men burst out from the diner doors searching for you, just as you sped off you hear a faint “Stop” swallowed by the wind. Minuets pass by in tense silence as you glance in the rearview mirror hoping not to see them behind you. Slowly you begin to relax again, and you turn on the radio for some background noise. That is until you almost hit someone walking on the side of the road; slamming your foot on the brake, your red truck screeched to a halt leaving a faint trace of burning rubber to linger in the air. Running over to the now identifiable girl, crouching down you prod her side seeing if she will respond.
“Hey, you ok?” you prompted
Having no reply you begin to move to retrieve your phone from the car, only to have the wind knocked out you as you were tackled to the ground. Dazed, and slow to respond, you were unable to block the blow to your side, and grunted as it connected with your soft tissue. Reaching for your knife, you drew up your shirt and glared at the girl’s now black eyes as she cackled.
“No, no” she crooned “We don't play with knives”
Ripping it away from your grasp, she left you defenseless. Tracing the blade up and down your body, she taunted you encouraging you to fight back. Gathering your strength, you drew up your feet and planted them on her sternum launching her off of you. Laughing once again, she drew herself up and approached more aggressively. All of a sudden you found yourself being pinned up against your truck by some unseeable force. In the distance you heard the rumbling of an engine, and a small seed of hope flared up in your chest. She appeared to be displeased by this change in events; wrapping a hand in your hair, she pulled your head towards herself and swung it back with a sickening crunch and slowly leaned down to your ear,
“We’ll play later kitten”
She released your head allowing your body to slump to the pavement, gravel cutting into your cheek. You watched as she disappeared, unable to move from your current position. The roaring engine grew louder until it seemed to be all encompassing but then it suddenly stopped. The sounds of a car door opening reached your ears and you heard a muted gasp
“Dean”
“I know Sammy”
Crunching footsteps approached you until a pair of boots came into your line of vision. The figure squatted down until you could see their face, it was the man from the diner! He gently scooped you up into his arms and you groaned in pain, dangerously close to passing out.
“Shhh, you're ok. Dean and I will get you fixed up” he soothed
Lulled into a feeling of safety you allowed the pain to numb your senses and slipped into unconsciousness.
