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I guess you could say I’m in denial…

“Our Future."

Sorry this took so long its just I have a mind clogging cold and I procrastinated a lot but here it is. Again sorry if some parts are terrible I was under the influence of Night Quil and was writing whilst battling sleep.

Requests for a sequel are always welcome and tell me your honest opinion if you dig or naw. ♥

Request By: another-one-fallen SAID: CAN YOU DO ONE WHERE THE READER HAS A LITTLE TOO MUCH TO DRINK AND EVEN THOUGH DEAN DID TOO HE STILL SOBER ENOUGH TO TAKE CARE OF THE READER AND THEY DO THE CHEESY CONFESS THEIR LOVE FOR EACH OTHER THING? 😊😊

ANONYMOUS SAID: CAN YOU DO YOU WHERE THE READER HUNTS WITH THE GUYS AND STAYS AT THE BUNKER WITH THEM AND LIKE A FEW WEEKS BEFORE HER AND DEAN HAD A WILD DRUNKEN NIGHT AND SO SHE FINDS OUT SHES PREGNANT BUT DOESNT TELL ANYBODY, WHEN SHE STARTS ACTING NERVOUS AND WEIRD AROUND THEM CAS GETS WORRIED AND READS HER MIND AND TELLS THE GUYS WHEN THEYRE ALONE AND THERES A LOT OF FLUFF :3 THANKS BEAUTIFUL PERSON :D

It was positive. The stick that you clenched in your hand showing you living proof that their was indeed a living human growing inside of you. You felt dizzy like the world around you was spiraling like a whirlpool. You were a hunter with a life not fit for an innocent child. What would Dean say would he reject you or the child, does he even remember the wild night you both shared…

You remembered the night clearly, you and the boys had gotten done with a hell of a crazy Wendigo hunt; the need for alcohol only a small replenishment from what the hunt took from you. All though you didn’t mind just taking a whole bottle of vodka with you to bed back at the Bunker Dean insisted that you and him do something a little more fun. So heading to a nasty bar full of nasty people drinking cheap beer it was. What could you say you’d do anything for Dean Winchester. You had a literal school girl crush on the guy everything from the way he talked from the way he looked at you had you squealing like an obsessed fan. You loved driving with Dean listening to him sing along to his classics and on that night you sang along with him. You were so oblivious to the spark in his eyes during that moment and in your opinion he’s Dean Winchester he could of done way better than you. To be honest you never did see the spark in till looking back in your memories. Five Purple Nurples had you completely wasted Dean on the other hand would of had to drink the whole top shelf to get as high as you were what could you say you didn’t take your alcohol well. To sum up the whole night in the drinking establishment it involved well drinking and dancing to shitty music. But hell if you cared you were with him the guy that would carry you when you were down and lent his shoulder to gather your tears. You loved him everything from his smile to his love towards Sammy. You barely remembered the drive back home you were wasted to the point were walking wasn’t even possible. Dean was sober enough to carry you to bed listening to your random obnoxious babbling he wasn’t really paying attention to anything you were saying in till you said three words that brought his attention towards you. “W-what did you say sweetheart?” He had questioned while plopping you on the bed. “A-awww silly gooose I-I said I wuv yoou.” You assured him each one of your words coming out slow and groggily. Intoxication made you brave or stupid maybe even both but you can’t say you regretted confessing your love to Dean after what happened next. He had quickly slammed his lips into yours the kiss needy as if the very existence of the earth depended in the one kiss you both shared. Everything else was a blur; clothes flying, bare skin touching, soft kisses,rough kisses and just pure ecstasy. Everything was perfect from the way he touched you to the way he held you tight when it was over. You remember laying in his arms thinking of nothing else but the moment and right before you were swept away into a deep slumber you heard a familiar voice say “I love you…”

Well that night was the cause of your current predicament because having drunk needy sex often leads to the betrayal of protection. You had no idea how you were going to tell the Winchesters and in all honesty you really didn’t want to. So you were going to wait in till you were ready or when they start noticing a huge round bulge popping out of your belly. Pie…god what you needed was pie. Your stomach snarled at the thought and you were quick to dispose of the evidence and flee out of the room to quench your desire. Your mouth watered as you headed to the kitchen of the bunker their was most likely cherry pie and man did you love the savoring taste of cherry pie. Disappointment struck upon you as you opened the refrigerator finding nada. “DEAN!” You were desperate your desire much more extreme than ever. “What is it Y/N, are you okay!” He said with panic in his voice as he quickly ran to the kitchen. “Dean I need pie…” “Y-you…you just screamed my name across the bunker like someone was ganking you because you need pie!” He responded. You gave Dean a pair of Sam’s world famous puppy eyes that he himself taught you. “Can you pleaseeeeee get me some pie…” You begged. He tried not to give in but you saw the look of complete defeat fall upon his face. “Alright but only cause I need some damn pie too…since when do you crave pie?” “I’m sorry is it a fucking crime to crave pie.” You didn’t mean to be snappy, damn hormones. “Alright alright.” Dean put his hands up for surrender while walking away as if your harsh tone were like a bunch of rifles threatening to shoot. You didn’t say anything else afraid that it would come out wrong you simply walked away locking yourself up away from the world and Dean.

******A Pie Trip Later*****

“Here’s your pie.” Your heard a familiar gruff voice say. You let out an ear deafening screech for the angel, Castiel had a way of popping in and you couldn’t help but have a heart attack every time he did especially at the moment he decided to poof for you were examining your stomach in hopes that a baby bump hadn’t started its form yet. “Jesus Castiel! What the hell!” You squealed at the poor confused Angel. “I’m a hundred percent certain Jesus and Hell have nothing to do with me bringing you the pie you asked for.” Your stomach bellowed at the remembrance and you were quick to snatch the delicious delicacy out of his innocent Angel hands. You were so desperate for the pie you ate it grossly with your hands god, being pregnant sucks and it was only your first day noticing. You turned your head finding Castiel still standing their, you didn’t know if it was shock from how disgusting you were eating your pie or something else but he had a wide eyed look on his face as if someone told him…COULD ANGELS READ MINDS, you instantly thought to yourself and ironically guess who left the room…“Shit Cas don’t.” You prayed as you quickly unlocked the door and fled after him wiping your pie covered hands on your shirt. You should of known you’d be to late because you quickly found the boys in the library giving lightning stricken faces towards Cas. “I-I.” Was all you managed to stutter out before you dashed away back to your den. You slammed the door with a bang that echoed across the bunker, not even bothering to lock the door knowing either way Dean was going to find his way in if he wanted to, colliding with the bed you began thinking about the many ways everything could go wrong, your thoughts triggering a very ugly, pathetic sob, damn hormones. In just a few minutes later you heard footsteps heading towards your door, you didn’t want to face Dean, to hear the disappointment in his voice because out of all people you were the carrier of his child. Unfortunately you were right, It was Dean and he came in without a knock probably already assuming that you knew his habits. “Y/N…” He said softly while examining your current state. You looked gross, eyes puffed up and red, hair mangled and frizzy, pie spread across your shirt, you could of been mistaken for a hobo for Pete’s sake. “Dean J-just please…go.” you whined. “I’m not going anywhere.” He declared while swiftly make his way to you immediately caging in his warm embrace. “I’m not going anywhere…” he said softer planting a kiss upon your head as you wailed against his shoulder. “hey hey…” Dean started as he yanked you away from his shoulder to look into your eyes. “I’m not leaving you and damn straight I’m not leaving that child Alright? And believe me when I say all the son of the bitches that crawl out of hell will never lay a single finger on you or the kid okay? So don’t you worry because I’m going to help you every step of the way and I’m sure as hell gonna be there. We’ll live this life the best we can and the kid he’ll be raised like how kids are supposed to be raised. I’m gonna be dad Y/N…and there’s no other person on hell or on earth that I would love to have a family with other than you.” In seconds your lips impacted together,it wasn’t a kiss due to arousal it was a kiss of pure love. Absolutely nothing could of ruined the moment except for the urgent need to barf yep that could totally ruin any romantic chick flick moment. You pulled out of the kiss and rapidly made your way to the bathroom, spilling every content of your stomach. Let’s not be descriptive but let’s just say you looked stunning compared to all of the bodily fluid that poured out of you. “Better Sweetheart.” Dean asked as you reentered the room and sat beside him once again. “Better love, So where were we.” “Our future.” He responded putting a hand on your stomach. “Our future.” You repeated.

The tears have stopped. Your mind has settled. A journey has began. A love has sparked.

Everything's always gotta be sexual with you.

Author: DDW

Words: On Mobile Oops

WARNING: Pure smut. And I’ve written this before but this is back when I was a newbie so I’ve corrected 75% of it and have added better vocabulary.

A/N: I’m a little worried about this. I feel like it still hasn’t met my expecting standards. Plus I suck at smut but I was trying to test my skill so please don’t bash me to hard I’ll get better. I hope.

His coughing and wheezing could of been inhuman, for the past ten minutes Dean rolled and tossed his self all over the bed, he would cough, sneeze, sniffle, and groan every five seconds. You were exhausted, you, Sam and Dean had just got back from a pain in the ass Vampire Hunt and honestly you wanted sleep more than Dean. But seeing that sleep wasn’t going to get your poor baby any better you rolled Dean over onto his back and gave him a look of sympathy. “I’m sorry baby am I keeping you up.” He said under your gaze. “No, Dean your fine but Jesus Christ you look terrible.” You responded as you examined his condition. He was burning up, his eyes red from lack of sleep and his face even more so from the coughing. You gave him a peck on the lips and quickly got up from the bed without saying a word and headed towards the bathroom. You turned on the bath water at a temperature just right for him and let it fill up, once it reached its full capacity you turned the water off and made your way back to Dean who was confused for your absence. “Cmon get up.” You demanded. “Why?” Dean questioned with a nasally whine. “Because I said so!” You responded while pulling Dean out of the bed. As stubborn as he was for not wanting to leave to comforts of his bed he got up with a groan and let you drag his somewhat chiseled body to the bathroom. You began to strip him of his clothing Dean smirking as you did so, “What?” You said questioning his smirk. “Nothing…” He said in a childish tone. “Cant I strip you without it being sexual Dean?” You stated after the remainder of his clothes were gone. “No, not really..” he replied giving you a loving kiss on the lips. “If you get me sick Winchester I’ll!…” You warned him. “You’ll what?” He mocked. “Oh shut up and get in the tub!” He did as he was clearly told sticking one foot in the water testing the temperature, making a noise of satisfaction as he stuck the other in and slowly sunk in paradise, he laid down on his back the clear water barely over his broad shoulders, With muscles relaxed, his salmon lips parted, and eyes slowly fluttering shut Dean sat there reveling in the touch of the steaming water blanketing his skin. “This would be way more better if you joined me.” He voiced in a sluggish tone. “I’m on it.” You responded. Deans eyes snapped open just so he could get the specialty of watching you strip off your clothing, in all the glory he couldn’t help but get a little aroused from the way you teasingly opened your shirt eyes on him with every movement or how your boobs bounced when they were released from your constricting bra or the way you seductively slid down your panties leaving them with the pile of clothing pooling at your feet. You noticed him biting his lip at the sight of you standing stark naked in front of him, his pupils full blown and yet you couldn’t help but blush even though you knew exactly what you were doing to him. You plunged one foot in the water then the other taking your time to enjoy the feeling of the relaxing warm water at your ankles. Dean obviously impatient grabbed you by your hips and pulled you down so that you straddled over him, the water just over your legs. “So what next sweetheart?” Dean asked while pulling you in for a sweet hot kiss. “Mmm…Dean everything’s gotta always be sexual with you.” You purred as you pulled out of the kiss. “I guess.” He said in a lustful tone. You could feel his hard against your thigh and as much as you wanted him and as much as you wanted to release the pent up bubble inside you, there was still a mission to be completed. Putting your hands to his head you started to make circular motions with your thumbs on his temple. “You don’t have to do that Y/N” he said with a yawn. “Yeah well I want to so hush.” You replied. The rest of your fingers were intertwined in his dirty blonde hair massaging his scalp. Dean groaned with satisfaction which made you feel happy that your plan to make Dean feel better was working. You leaned giving Dean a hard kiss to his beautiful plump lips. Each kiss you and Dean had always felt electrifying but this kiss felt more loving than anything. But soon the love was replaced by pure hot Ecstasy with Deans tongue begging for entrance in your mouth and you allowing him everything turned deep and everything from the way he squeezed your ass turned you on. Fuck worrying about getting his sickness you guys were practically devouring each other, fucking with tongue, Dean’s hands traveled everywhere from your belly, your hips and right there in the center where it ached for him. You pulled out of the kiss to catch your breath, pulling your hands away from Deans scalp and grabbing his face so you could rest your forehead on his. “Everything’s always gotta be sexual with you, Y/N” Dean said in a mocking tone of your voice. Dean tested how wet you were as his fingers hovered your core and you shoved them away still not sure whether you were ready to drop the mission. “Oh shut up Winchester” You growled while looking at the cute yet stupid grin Dean had plastered on his face. “Sex would make me feel a lot better Y/N.” Dean sang. Of course that was a lovely loop hole and you would do anything to help Dean feel better so happily obliging with a sexy stare that you were surprised you could pull off you were then flipped by the lovely Dean so that he hovered you. The water could almost completely cover you only leaving your neck and half of your chest exposed to the crisp air. Dean returned a stare with his deep green eyes that could of had you orgasming right there and then with out being touched. Sickness heightened his good looks and damn did you wish you could look that good when sick. “Damn Dean.” You said while still checking him out, his lovely cheek bones, chapped lips, and freckles only you could see with your close proximity. Then he leaned in and started sucking on the sweet part of your neck leaving love marks on your glowing skin in seconds, he went lower his scruff eliciting a strange sensation that was ever so perfect. You moaned louder than you should have but god damn Dean put his lips in the most perfect places that sent an electrifying feeling from your head to your toes. He slowly made his way down from your jaw to your chest and finally down to your breast, sucking on one hardened peak and massaging the other breast with his hands sending yet another tingling feeling throughout you. As your arousal expanded your moans reached more depth, your core had to be dripping for your want was to much, you tugged on Dean’s hair causing him to lift his head up allowing you to see his beautiful green eyes blown with lust. “What is it baby?” He growled “Dean you know damn well what.” You responded. “Hmmmm.. I don’t know Y/N you gotta tell me.” He said while rubbing your inner thigh which did not help your crave but that’s exactly what he wanted. He ghosted his finger over your wet aching pussy and you couldn’t take it. “Oh god Dean I want you in me!” You practically screamed. You didn’t have to tell him twice, he plunged right in your sex without warning and stayed their getting used to your clenching walls around his cock. You loved how much you and Dean were a perfect fit, like you were made for each other. But before you could think further more Dean started to thrust inside you causing you to gasp loudly. It was a perfect steady rhythm, the atmosphere filling with the sounds of yours and Deans loud moaning, slapping skin and the splashing water. The water had gone cold but you didn’t care, your focus was on Dean and the lustful high only he simply gave you. He went harder, deeper, and faster the grunts flooding out of him tightening the ball in your belly. His lips were on yours biting, licking and feeding off every moan he’s earned. “Fuck Y/N.” Dean grunted against your lips as his self control diminished inch by inch. Goosebumps painted your skin and the thread holding you together was reaching its last strand. Dean some how noticed his hand snaking down between your wet bodies, rubbing your clit in attempt to get you off. “Come for me baby.” Dean demanded his voice thick and gruff. With a white hot flash You did as you were told your body arching and Deans name spilling of your lips in a throaty scream. With a few more sloppy thrust he was undone, spilling his content and collapsing when his bones felt weak. A few minutes passed as the wave of the both of your orgasms consumed time. Dean laid on your chest panting, his quick breaths matching yours. “Feel better?” You asked while giving him a sweet kiss on his head. “Definitely” he responded sitting up so he could leave the tub of the water that had now lost its comforting blanket of warmth. Grabbing your hand he pulled you out of the surrounding water leading you to the bed. As you reached the bed you stopped feeling a tickling feeling at your nose, your nostrils burning and the sensation causing you to have the most stupidest look on your face. Then it happened, it seemed to feel like a never ending sneezing fit. “You gotta be kidding me.” You said in a nasally voice. “Welcome to the club.”

A Want For Happiness.

Author- DreamingDrea

Warning- Smut

A/N- Anon requested. It kind of went its own way.

You were exhausted of having your head hanging low, you wanted to smile, to laugh, you wanted happiness.

Amazingly you hid your emotions well, the Winchester were oblivious to your depression they even named called you little miss Suzy sunshine, boy were they off by a long shot.

Why so gloom? You had no idea, maybe it was the hunts, maybe it was just you. But the dam inside you was shattering, the faux smile getting more difficult to plaster when around the boys.

It was Friday night, a hunt successfully finished besides the casualties that occurred during the process. The three of you sat soundlessly deadpanned, staring at the floor, the wall, or each other.

“I need a friggin’ drink, you guys in?” Dean spoke up demolishing the silence. “Sure.” Sam replied lifting his self from where he sat. “Y/N?” Dean directed towards you as he stood by the door with keys in hand. “Go ahead guys. I’ll be fine.” You answered sending him a reassuring look that was painfully hard to fake. “Alright sweetheart, I won’t take long.” Dean gave you a sympathetic glare, had he seen through your act? Or was he feeling guilty for leaving you behind. Either way he didn’t say anything, they both just went off giving you and a bottle off booze some alone time.

You poured yourself a drink watching the honey brown fill the glass to the brim, you were about to take a sip before the door swung open with Dean trudging back in. “You left your game behind?” You tried joking with Dean as he closed the door and tip toed towards you. “Nah, I told Sammy to go so I can talk to you.” “Talk to me? What for?” You again acted pretending like you didn’t know what he was indicating to. “Don’t give me that what for crap, I can see right through you, for days now I hear your muffled cries late at night…and I’ve been damn stupid for ignoring it.” Dean looked down at you with downcast eyes. He brought his hand to your jaw and rested it there, rubbing your cheek with the pad of his thumb. You had to tell him, you couldn’t lie to the man you loved. “I’ve been feeling down, broken…” You choked between words a tear rushing down your face “I don’t know Dean…I just can’t take it anymore…I want to be hap-py.” You nailed your eyes to the ground sobbing grossly. You didn’t want Dean to see you like this you always held it together and now…now he finally saw what you were hiding behind a grin well performed. Dean tugged you towards him, enveloping your body in his arms. Your head lied in his shoulder the scent of leather and whiskey dominating your nose. “Princess I can’t make you happy but i-i can be here with you…I’ll hold you.” His voice quivered with every word. He made your heart already heavy with disconsolate lighten, his grip on you settling your tears. “I love you sweetheart.” Your mind was word playing…Dean he…but…his voiced echoed in your head, the three words you thought you’d never here in his tone. You pushed yourself a few steps back so you were at eye level with him, your lips quaking trying to find words to say to the gorgeous elder Winchester. Instead he pulled your chin connecting your lips with his. The kiss was warm and plush, the both of you moving like a duet. You wrapped an arm around his torso pressing yourself to him harder.

Dean’s teeth started tugging at your bottom lip opening up your mouth so he could slide his tongue in, the kiss turned more furious more needy and soon your knee’s started to buckle. Dean slid an arm to the small of your back, keeping you steady and tight against him. Your tongues battled against each other, Dean winning the fight for dominance. It felt so good, so dizzying, so pleasurable that the throaty groan you attempted to choke back spilled. Dean grunted both his hands snaking down to your ass and squeezing, your core started to heat and the barrier holding in your lustful groans deteriorated.

He few more hungry smacks to the lips later and soon Dean was practically fucking you with his tongue his actions becoming more desperate by the second. He pushed you against a wall and started grinding into you with his growing bulge. You whined against his lips, the friction creating a bubble inside you, a bundle of cords that were growing weak as the time went on. Dean’s lips moved from yours down your jaw to your neck, sucking bruises into the flesh, you writhed and whined from underneath him, you wanted him so badly, to feel him reach the depths of your heat. “Dean…” You groaned tangling your fingers in his hair and pulling. His dark eyes met with yours, his lips swollen, red, and puffy. “Whats the matter sweetheart.” Dean asked, his voice more dark and gruff. His fingers played at the rim of your shirt, his touch skimming at the barely exposed skin. His eyes were drilling into yours, waiting for an answer but you didn’t have any, your mind was a whirl wind of a mess, sex driven and incoherent. “Cat got your tongue baby?” Dean moved closer his breath washing over your ear, “I know what you want dirty girl, you want me to touch you were you like it, you want me to fuck that pretty pussy nice and hard don’t ya baby.” You were slowly melting his voice so thick, so indescribably deep and sexy, damn right you wanted him, you always have. “God…yes Dean.” You temporarily put yourself together only to say the right words to fulfill the fantasy projected by Dean.

You don’t know how Dean got you to the bed so quick and you really didn’t care his hands were everywhere, tearing the button of your jeans and causing the denim to soar with your flannel shirt, thong and lacy bra a pile soon introduced by the clothing of his own. His tongue skimmed your nipples causing them to harden under the soft wet feeling. Then his mouth ventured lower, to your belly, hips and right where you needed him the most. His breathe hovered your sex, the action tantalizing with your need. He started to lick and nip at your thighs, his teasing causing you squirm and groan. “Dean.” You stifled, your want becoming overwhelming. Dean licked a stripe up the lips of your core causing goosebumps to rise from your skin and your hips to buck. He planted soft kisses to your sex his torture still in session, “Please.” You begged so hungry for him and the feeling of him. “Please what kitten.” He replied smirking that Dean ass-hat Winchester way. “Dean please…I wanna feel your cock baby…i-i want to hear you moan and I-I-fuck.” Dean stopped your rambling as he slammed into you, making no movements to let you relax to the feeling of him, you wrapped your legs around his hips, your nails also digging into his skin and your eyes connecting with his. You felt so full, his member bigger than dreamt of, you could already feel him scratching at the bundle of nerves and you knew you weren’t going to last long. “Oh god, baby before we do this I just want you to know that I fucking… love you and I want to be the one thing to make you damn happy…i-i.” His words stifled and your faced flushed, god he was what you needed, he was your key to joy. “You make me so happy Dean…” You stated with misty eye’s looking upon his beautiful face. “Then shall I go on baby.” You gave him a chaste kiss as a substitute for yes. He began slowly, his hips grinding and moving rhythmically with yours, it was bliss, a firework of pure pleasure, the strand inside you popping one by one. Through squinted lids you eyed Dean, his mouth was agape, his face red hot and his breathe quick, he was freaking gorgeous, an art piece. Dean’s pace got more rapid and deeper his cock full on hitting your g-spot. “Oh fuck Dean.” You cried your hips snapping with his in desperate need. You were uncoiling, growing weaker from the feel of his body against yours, and the grunts in your ear, his lips nipping your neck, his hands rubbing your skin. The atmosphere was filled with sounds of moaning, grunting, slapping skin, the bed post banging the wall as Dean full on pounded into you.

His name was the only coherent word flying out of you, your body arching, walls tightening, and the string snapping, with a scream tumbling out as you were induced in a white hot high. A few more sloppy, erratic thrusts, Dean came your name leaving him breathlessly. The both of you rode out your orgasms together, your body growing flimsy and frail.

You both tangled together panting, your breaths not yet caught or controlled. Dean repositioned his self, rolling you on your side so that he could spoon you. His head rested on your head and his arms wrapped around your torso, his fingers making circles on your silk skin. You didn’t say a word, neither of you…it was a perfect moment, a content one, a moment you didn’t want to destroy. He would be here when you wake up, he’d make you smile, a grin one hundred percent authentic, he’d take away the sadness, he already has. He’s what you’ve longed for. He’s what you needed.

Sleep soon weighed your lids, a pull luring you but slightly before you dreamed away you heard Dean whisper to you, “I’ll be here, I’ll hold you, I’ll make you happy…”