Love Me Again - Dean Winchester x reader, Gabriel (briefly), Castiel (briefly)

Title: Love Me Again

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader, 1944!Dean x reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: fluff, Gabriel lives so you may cry, feels af y'all. No angst this time lol

Summary: Dean has struggled to say the “L” word for a very long time until one day the reader is waiting expectantly to hear it only to never receive it. This takes Dean on a journey to experience life without her and finds a way to get her back but they’re in the 1940’s?? What?? Keep reading. I don’t wanna spoil lol

You were dancing all over the bunker wearing a pair of shorts and a tank top as you cleaned. You were singing along to the music that was playing when Dean, your long time boyfriend, walked in and smiled at you. You walked up to him with a sway to your hips as you continued to dance. “You gotta move it slowly. Take and eat my body like it’s holy. I’ve been waiting for you for the whole week. I’ve been waiting for you, you’re my Sunday Candy.” You sang along, wrapping your arms around his neck as he laughed and wrapped his around your waist.

“You gotta stop doing this.” He looked down at you with a grin as the music stopped. You smiled innocently, biting your lip as you ran your hands up and down his chest. “I’m just singing, Dean.” You said as you left kisses on his neck and throat. He smiled and put his hands on your face, making you look up at him. You held onto his forearms and closed your eyes as his gentle lips pressed a kiss on your forehead. “I love you baby.” You mumbled, silently praying that he’d say it back for once. “I know you do sweetheart.” Your heart dropped but you smiled anyways. You knew Dean loved you but for once you just wanted to hear the words fall from his lips. “I’m gonna go shower.” You kissed his cheek and walked out, making your way to the bathroom.

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Dean’s POV:

I sighed and ran my hands over my face as I watched Y/N walk away. I knew it pained her that I’ve never actually said the words but I’ve only ever said those words to my mother. Y/N deserves them. She really does and I’ve been practicing in the mirror on how to say it but it’s getting harder and harder each time. I pace back and forth, thinking to myself. “Y/N I love you.” I said to myself in an extremely deep voice and shook my head, groaning. “No that’s too Gaston-y.” I stopped in the middle of my movements. “Are you kidding me, Dean?? Really? Beauty and the Beast??” I scolded myself, shaking my head.

As I turned around to start pacing again, I bumped into Gabriel- wait Gabriel?? “What the hell? I thought you were dead!” I basically shouted and composed myself. “You thought wrong. Look- I know a way I can help you and your lady.” The Archangel smirked and wiggles his eyebrows. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. “Not a chance, Gabriel. Y/N is MY girl and the last thing I’m doing is losing her in any way and that includes by fucking it up with your ideas.”

Gabriel shrugged. “I miss Sammy boy. I’ll see you around.” He headed towards the stairs before turning around quickly. “Oh and uh Dean?” I raised an eyebrow for him to continue. Instead, he snapped his fingers leaving me standing alone and confused.

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Still Dean’s POV:

When I woke up the next morning, everything was weird. For one, I woke up alone and in a totally different room. It wasn’t like my room in the bunker, it was smaller and for some reason, I had a twin bed. “Y/N?” I called out as I moved all throughout the peculiar home. “Baby??” I yelled her name again, panicking. I tried calling her but my phone had no service. I got dressed and fixed myself as I walked out, roaming the streets searching for her. They were playing music on the sidewalks and for some reason every woman had on a dress and every man had a suit and tie which was confusing enough. I was nodding my head along to the music and laughed softly. “Elvis? I can dig Elvis.” I muttered to myself.

I kept walking and searching for her until I walked past a clothing store. My eyes widened as I walked backwards and looked through the bay window seeing Y/N. I ran in and straight up to her, hugging her. Oddly, she didn’t hug back. I pulled away and she laughed softly, looking up at me. “Hey baby. Why’d you leave? What’s going on?” I asked as I held onto her hand. “I’m sorry.. you must have me confused with someone else. Would you let us dress you?? You look a little…different. I’ve never seen that type of clothing on men before.” She smiled, looking me up and down, glancing at my jeans and flannel.

I laughed and slowly stopped, clearing my throat when she didn’t laugh along. “Wait, what’s going on?” I asked, looking around before laughing again. “I get it. I see now. I see. This is a dream.” I said, trying to convince myself. “Umm.. it’s whatever you want it to be sir but seriously, let’s get you a change of clothes!” She smiled excitedly dragging me to a stall and handing me a suit.

When I came out fully dressed, she shifted on her feet, tugging at her collar and clearing her throat as she looked me up and down. “Well..you clean up very um..very nice.” She laughed nervously, cheeks red and eyes filled with lust. “Yeah. Right. Thank you. I gotta go.” I took her hand and payed her way more than I needed and got the hell out of there.

“Castiel you son of a bitch!” I shouted as I walked through an alley. “Dean.” Came a deep voice I knew all too well. I grabbed him by the collar and shoved him against the wall while glaring at him. “What the hell is going on? Why doesn’t my girlfriend know who I am?” Cas sighed and pushed me off of him. “I don’t know. It might be another one of Gabriel’s tricks. This doesn’t make any sense.. I thought Lucifer killed him.” He squinted at me. “I just know what you have to do. You have to get Y/N to fall in love with you all over again, but to get home you have to tell her that you love her. Which isn’t as easy as it sounds. She’s not in love with you right now so you can’t just say those three words and disappear. She has to love you with every fiber of her being.” He said as he looked around. “You’re stuck in 1944, Dean. I don’t know why he sent you all the way back but- just get it done.”

My breathing hitched and I shook my head. “What if I can’t do it? What if she doesn’t fall in love with me, Cas? Huh? What then? I’m stuck in 1944 forever?” Cas frowned and put his hand on my shoulder. “No.. you’ll go back home but Y/N won’t be there. I know you can do this, Dean.” Cas finished and next thing I know, I’m standing in front of a bar with Cas nowhere in sight.

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Your POV:

You left work right after dressing that poor, lost, gorgeous man and headed right to the bar on the outside of town like you did every night. You were sitting on a stool with three men you knew too well surrounding you and laughing with you. You were going to order another drink when the same guy you dressed came by, pushing one of the guys aside and sitting on the stool next to you. “Let me buy you a drink?” He flashed a toothy grin which you could only return. “You again!” You giggled, smiling at him. “Well I’d love one. What’s your name?” You waved bye to the guys as they walked away.

“Dean.” He sighed and shook his head, ordering your favorite drink. He smiled at you as he held his glass of whiskey in hand. “You’re beautiful.” He whispered softly. “Dean.” You repeated softly and smirked. “How’d you know this was my favorite drink?” You grinned and blushed a little. “Thank you. You’re beautiful too.”

The kind stranger known as Dean chuckled and shook his head. “How was your day Ms. Y/N?” He asked, leaning his chin on his hand, giving you his full attention. You drank through the straw and your eyes widened with excitement. “It was wonderful! Like everyday should be!” You finished your drink and set it aside. A soft melody flooded the dimmed bar and you smiled. “Would you dance with me?” This made Dean smile and stand up, drinking the last of his whiskey. “I would love to dance with you.” He took your hand, leading you to the center of the dance floor. He put one arm around your waist and held your hand in the other. “Your eyes are just so…” He stopped himself, looking into your eyes. “Hmm. Mesmerizing? Captivating? Beautiful?” You interrupted before he can continue. “Not very original, Dean.” You said playfully as you laid your head on his shoulder, slowly swaying back and forth.

“How about hopeful?” Dean sighed and kissed your head, laying his head on top of yours. “That’s a new one.” You smiled, slowly pulling away. “I’ve gotta go. It was lovely meeting you. Thank you for dancing.” You let go of his hand and proceeded towards the exit.

One of the guys that was with you in the beginning, walked up to Dean angrily. “You better back off. I’ve been wanting her for years and suddenly you come in here out of nowhere trying to sweep her off her feet? I don’t think so.” Was the last thing you heard before walking out, seeing both men following after you.

Before the other guy could say anything, Dean intervened. “Y/N.. I’m not ready to leave you. Let me walk you wherever you’re going.” You sighed and smiled at the other guy. “Jimmy.. I’ll see you tomorrow, alright?” This caused the guy, now known as Jimmy, to frown. He nodded and walked away. You smiled at Dean. “If you want to risk the sake of your feet then by all means, you may.”

You both had already been walking for twenty minutes when Dean finally decided to speak up. “Are you cold? Your arms are crossed and you’re wearing a dress.” He put his suit jacket over your shoulders before you could answer. You smiled, sliding your arms in the jacket and linking your arm with his. “I see you met Jimmy. He’s a sweet boy. He’s asked me to marry him multiple times.” You laughed and so did Dean. “How could he not? I’d wanna ask you too.” He smiled and cleared his throat as you stopped in front of a small house.

“This is me..” You said as you looked up at him and he smiled down at you. “It was lovely to meet you, Y/N.” Dean took your hand and kissed it. “You too, Dean.” You whispered back as he slowly leaned in. His nose touched yours and before he could kiss you, you giggled. “I don’t even know your last name.” This broke Dean’s heart a little as he pulled away and nodded. “Right. I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me. I’ll see you tomorrow, sweetheart.” He kissed your forehead and walked away. You smiled and ran inside, ready to tell your dad all about the stranger you met.

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Multiple dates later, you finally let Dean kiss you and boy, you scolded yourself for waiting so long. You both sat on the beach eating sandwiches and just talking when he leaned over and kissed your cheek. “Hey baby?” He mumbled against your skin. “Hmm?” You hummed, waiting for him to continue. He moved his lips up to your ear and kissed it. “I love you.” He whispered, causing you to smile. “I love you more.” You turned your head to face him and kissed his lips.

A couple of hours later, Dean took you back home and pushed your hair away from your face as you stood on the porch. “Goodnight honey. I love you.” You said it first this time and he chuckled and kissed your nose. “I love you too.” He kissed your lips and made his way home.

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When Dean woke up the next morning, he was in full panic again. He was back in the bunker and back in his old room but he had no idea what it meant. He looked to his right and you still weren’t there. “Fuck please let her be somewhere in this house.” He pleaded in a low voice as he looked around the bunker. When he heard pots and pans being moved around in the kitchen, he made his way there and his heart was filled with so much love and relief.

You were there. Your hair in a bun at the top of your head, wearing Dean’s shirt and a wide smile on your face. “Dean baby hey. Sorry I wasn’t there when you woke up but I got hungry. I’m making pancakes.” Your eyes widened in confusion when Dean was happily stomping his way towards you. “Dean are you alr- mm!” You were caught by surprise when Dean kissed you out of nowhere, which you didn’t mind at all. You kissed him back and ran your fingers through his hair as he pulled you flush against him. “Dean, baby-” You said between kisses as he gently put you against the wall. “Shh no time to explain. Let me just finish.” He whispered against your lips, kissing you again. He kissed you so deeply and so full of love like he’d never kissed you before. Dean’s hands were on your hips and yours were on his face and around his neck. His tongue slid through your parted lips, exploring you further.

When he finally pulled away, you were speechless. His lips were pink and plump, causing you to believe that yours looked the same. Maybe worse. “What was that for? That was like the best kiss I’ve ever gotten.”

“I love you, Y/N.” You gasped and gently gripped his shirt in your fists. “That’s what it was for. Don’t ever leave me baby, please. I love you, okay?” You nodded, tearing up as you pecked his lips again and again. “I love you more baby.” You said back as he hid his face in your shoulder and held onto you tightly. “I’m not going anywhere.” You held him for a while before Dean’s eyes widened. “Do you smell that?” He whispered against your shoulder. Your eyes widened as you pulled away in panic.

“The pancakes!”

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I wish my tags would work😭 but thank you to my girl Heather from @jalove-wecallhimdean for helping me out with this! You're the best girl. Also, keep sending me requests! You guys are the best, I swear! 1940's Dean will always be the best.

Be Alright - Dean Winchester x reader, Sam Winchester

Title: Be Alright

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader, MOC!Dean x reader.

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: FLUFF, angst if you look for it, MORE FLUFF.

Prompt: “Hey there 😊 I was wondering if you could write a dean x reader where the reader gets kidnapped and Dean walks in while he still has the mark and kills everyone that kidnapped her and because of how brutally he attacks with the Mark of Cain the reader is shaken and he holds her tightly and reassures her she’ll be okay? I love Dean fluff a lot 😅”

Freshly out of the shower in the small motel room you and the Winchester brother's were staying in, you sat on the bed you were sharing with your boyfriend Dean. You were combing through your wet hair when Dean crawled from the edge of the bed to directly in front of you. His face was mere inches from yours, noses almost touching while he was on all fours. You smiled, putting your brush down and cupping his cheeks. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” You whispered, causing Dean to smile. “You're beautiful.” He simply said and laid next to you while you sat cross legged, smiling down at him.

You were wearing nothing but one of Dean’s flannels and your panties. You leaned down, rolling over so you were on top of him and kissed him deeply. Dean wrapped his arms tightly around your waist as he kissed you back with so much passion. You ran your fingers through Dean’s hair while his hands slid down to your bare thighs back up to your ass. His tongue darted through your parted lips, deepening the kiss while his hands squeezed your cheeks. You squealed when he unexpectedly rolled over so he was on top now. He chuckled and kissed your neck, leaving lovebites anywhere visible. You moaned softly as he ran his hand up your leg, wrapping it around his waist. “Dean..” You gasped as he gently bit down on your exposed collarbone. Dean began unbuttoning his flannel that you were wearing while you desperately pushed his jacket off his shoulders.

“No!” Sam yelled, jumping up from his sleep, causing you to push Dean off of you. “Not while I'm in here. Don't even think about it.” He said as he laid back down and covered his head with the pillow. “Sorry Sammy.” You laughed, fixing your hair and buttoning the shirt back up. Dean groaned and sprawled himself out on the bed. “Another time, Dean.” You smiled, kissing his forehead. “I'm gonna go get a snack from that vending machine outside.” You stood up, not really bothering to put on any pants and headed outside. You put a couple of quarters in the machine and waited patiently for the oreos to fall.

You grabbed them and turned around, looking around cautiously, suddenly feeling uneasy. You started to make your way back to the room but a man grabbed you from behind, causing you to scream out. “DEAN!” You shouted, fearfully as you struggled to get out of the man's grip. “Somebody help m-” The man covered your mouth with one hand and tightened the grip around your neck with the other. Your sobs and screams were muffled as he slammed your head against one of the cars, knocking you out. The last thing you saw were his black eyes. He tied you up and threw you in the back of a car and drove off.

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It had been three weeks since the incident. Three weeks of pain and torture and blood clouding your eyes as you were starting to fall weak. Three weeks of not working with Sammy to get the Mark of Cain off of the love of your life’s arm. Three weeks of crying and begging. Three weeks of being tied to that damn chair. Three weeks in this small, abandoned warehouse. Little to your knowledge, Dean was killing anything that he knew came in contact with you. These three weeks were the worst weeks of his life. He struggled to cope with the Mark without you there to comfort him. Finally after three weeks, he knew where you were. Without second guessing, he was on his way to you.

A bright light was placed on your face, causing you to squint. You were still in Dean’s flannel and nothing more but your panties. It had been more than one person torturing you and you didn't know how long you'd be able to withstand anymore. “What is Dean Winchester’s plan with the First Blade?” One of them asked while the others were standing behind, waiting for their turn. “Go to hell you black eyed sons of bitches!” You spat back, angering the leader even more than he already was. His eyes turned black as he punched you repeatedly. He grabbed a knife and put it to your neck. You looked him in the eyes, not letting fear overtake you. “You're really letting them dictate what happens to you?! I could kill you!” He shouted in your face. You gave him a bloody smile followed by a sarcastic laugh. “Oh you know me..always ready to bleed for the Winchesters.” Your tongue darted out to wet your dry, chapped, busted lips. The head demon glared at you and walked away handing the knife to another. “Wait wait please no mor-” You were interrupted by a sharp pain in your thigh; the bastard stabbed you. You screamed and cried in pain as they all took turns with you.

Before the last one could take his, the door to the abandoned warehouse was kicked open. You were too weak and your eyes were slowly starting to close. A blurry figure ran to you and held your face while the other was fighting. “Y/N. Hey you gotta stay awake alright? We're gonna get you out of here.” You recognized the voice of the younger Winchester. “Sammy..” You whispered, relieved. You picked your head up as much as you can only to see Dean stabbing everyone with no mercy. The mark glowed on his skin. He wouldn't be able to stop now. You were terrified of what he could do. “He- Stop him.” You coughed up blood, keeping your eyes on Dean.

Dean was on top of the last demon left, punching him and stabbing him with the First Blade even after he was already dead. “Stop..” You tried to say a little louder. “Dean stop it!” You shouted as loud as you can. Dean finally dropped the blade and stood up, looking at the bloody mess he’d made. He ran to you and kneeled between your legs as Sam untied you. “Baby I- I didn't mean to. I didn't mean to d- I'm sorry. Y/N.. I’m sorry it took so long..” He laid his head in your lap and you slowly ran your fingers through his hair. “You're- you’re here now, Dean. That's what matters.” You said through struggled breaths. “Dean we gotta go. We have to fix her up.” Sam said after a few minutes of silence.

Dean stood up slowly and gently helped you up, careful not to hurt you. “I got you, sweetheart.” He whispered and picked you up bridal style. He walked past the blade much to Sam’s surprise. Sam picked it up and held onto it. You held onto Dean tightly and breathed in the familiar scent you've been missing for the past three weeks. You hid your face in his shoulder and didn't let go, even when he tried to lay you in the backseat of the impala. Dean sighed and tossed the keys to Sam. He climbed in the backseat, holding you on his lap. “I missed you..” You whispered, nuzzling your face into his neck and gripping his shirt tightly in your small fists. “I missed you too.” He whispered back. He didn't care if there was blood all over him; all that mattered was that you were safe in his arms.

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When you guys finally arrived to the bunker, you still hadn't let go of Dean. He carried you inside while Sam got the supplies to fix you up. Dean cleaned your face and your cuts but when you saw the needle and thread, you cried. Literally cried. “No..” You sat up as much as you can on Dean’s bed, you frowned as you tried to get away. Sam handed you a bottle of whiskey while Dean cleaned your wounds. “I know you hate this part baby but I have to do it. I don't want to take you to a hospital.” You took a big gulp of your drink as he splashed a little bit of whiskey from another bottle on your opened wounds causing you to scream out. He hated seeing you this way, so vulnerable and weak but he knew you'd feel better once you were done. You were able to withstand the first few but on the last one, you couldn't. “No more! No more! Stop!” You sobbed, hiding your face in Sam’s chest. “Okay okay no more, okay? We're all done baby. I promise.” Dean said reassuringly. “We’ll get you some food.” He nodded to Sam, silently asking him to go pick something up.

Sam left and it was just you and your boyfriend. He sat on the edge of the bed while you sat against the headboard. You looked at his back a couple of times before finally making your decision. You crawled up behind him and wrapped your arms around his torso, kissing his shoulder and his neck. “Bath?” You ran your hands up and down his chest as he just nodded and turned his head to look at you. “Bath.” He reiterated and kissed your forehead. Dean gently took your hand and led you to the bunker’s bathroom. He filled the tub with hot water to ease your muscles and bubbles to satisfy your emotions. Dean pulled his shirt over his head, letting it fall to the floor. He pulled you to him by the messed up flannel you had on and slowly unbuttoned it. Pushing it off of your shoulders, he kissed your forehead. You unbuckled his belt and pushed his jeans off. After you helped each other undress, Dean got in the bathtub first. You followed slowly behind, sitting between his legs. You sighed at the feeling of hot water on your body while his hands gently massaged your shoulders. Dean reached for the shampoo that you loved to use and ran his fingers through your hair, massaging your scalp. You closed your eyes and tilted your head back, relaxing yourself and loving the feeling of his slow touch.

“As long as I’m around, nothing bad is going to happen to you. I promise baby girl.” He whispered in your ear as he rinsed your hair out. You opened your eyes and smiled warmly at the man you loved so much. “I love you, Dean.” You whispered back and kissed his nose. He chuckled and leaned back against the tub wall, pulling you back against him. You never expected him to say it back but you knew he did. Dean’s actions spoke louder than words. You weren’t expecting the next few words to come out of his mouth but you’d play it on repeat if you could.

“I love you more.”

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THANK YOU SO MUCH TO THE BEAUTIFUL PERSON WHO REQUESTED DEAN FLUFF😭 idk if it's what you wanted but I tried my best with what you gave me. I'm a horrible writer lol I live for angst so I did try some fluff. Send requests! Requests are ALWAYS open. I'm still trying to figure out why Tumblr won't let me tag so please be patient with me beautiful people😘

Shut up, Dean! - Dean Winchester x reader, Sam Winchester

Title: Shut up, Dean!

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: smut, angst, not a very happy ending

Prompt: PART 2 TO “Shut up, Sam!” Dean tells the reader things she doesn’t like and he’s forced to deal with the loss and the anger of his younger brother.

Before you can get any further from the bar, you heard footsteps running behind you. “Sam get away from me!” You shouted, turning around expecting his tall frame but instead you were met with someone else.

Dean?

“Hey, sweetheart” he said with a frown as he looked down at you with a look you've never seen him share with anyone. A look of...love? No. You convinced yourself you were just seeing things as you took a step away from him. “So now I'm ‘sweetheart’?” You replied coldly and pushed him away, turning around and continuing your walk to God knows where.

“You always were, Y/N.” Dean called out as he reached for your hand and pulled you back to his chest, securing an arm around your waist to keep you from walking away. “I know it doesn't make any sense but I needed you to hate me. This mark will only get worse and- I don’t want you to get hurt by my hands when I’m not able to control myself. I'm in love with you too but I thought that if maybe- just maybe I could get you to hate me, you'd get far away from here.. far from me.” He whispered as he leaned his forehead against yours and shut his eyes.

You kept your eyes on his face even when his weren't open. “You-” you started and his eyes fluttered open with a look of hope flooding his green orbs. “You are ridiculous.” You pushed him away once again, catching him by surprise by your sudden reaction. “You put me down constantly by pointing out every little thing I've done wrong and you expect me to believe all of that?” You scoffed and ran your hands through your hair. “Even if that were true, Dean, you’d know that no matter what happens, I'm on your side! I've always been on your side! Charlie, Sam, Cas, and I have never left and we've been working our asses off to find a way to get that mark off of you! We love you, Dean. Why can't you see that? I’d rather have you..cursed or not.” You finished with a soft whisper.

“So basically what you're saying is that you love me?” He repeated, causing you to roll your eyes and shake your head. “I basically didn't say anything, I said it.” You sighed and shoved your hands in the pockets of your sweater. “Look.. we’re going to get this mark off of you if it's the last thing we do, alright?” He nodded, silently agreeing with you as he stood straighter and cleared his throat.

Dean gave you a small grin and walked with you back to the Impala where Sam was patiently waiting. “You owe me twenty bucks.” The younger Winchester laughed as you all got in the car. “Sorry I can't hear you, the music’s too loud!” He shouted as he raised the volume to Def Leppard’s Rock of Ages, making you laugh the whole way to the bunker, or as you liked to call it: home.

The three of you got out, Sam heading inside while you and Dean leaned against Baby. He turned towards you slightly and gave you a small smirk. “Why are you looking at me like that?” You raised an eyebrow and he shrugged. “Just so you know, I've never really been with a wom-” You put a finger to his lips and rolled your eyes. “Shut up, Dean.” You pulled your finger away, glancing at his mouth. Without hesitation, you quickly pecked his lips, making him smile warmly at you. Your body was slightly trembling, his close proximity setting your nerves on fire and causing a heat to spread throughout your body, despite the cool autumn air. You glanced up into his deep green eyes through your lashes, the look in them sent a shiver down your spine. He ran his tongue over his lower lip, pulling it in between his teeth as if he was weighing the options.

“If you want to kiss me why don’t you ju-” Dean’s lips were on yours before you could finish your sentence, his fingers tangled in your hair. His tongue grazed your bottom lip, a silent plea to explore you further, you parted your lips, allowing him the entrance you both were craving. Dean’s tongue searched your mouth, the mixture of whiskey and peppermint flooding your senses. His lips were soft against yours, everything you’d ever imagined they would be. He moved one hand from your hair down to your hip, pulling your body flush to his. Your hands rested on his chest, fisting his shirt into your fingers, you pulled away from his kiss.

“I think we need to take this somewhere else, Dean.” You whispered, leading him to the back door of the Impala. You pulled the door open and crawled in on all fours, turning to look at him over your shoulder, you gave him a flirty wink before playfully shaking your ass at him. He groaned and squeezed one of your cheeks, his thumb grazing your mound over the fabric of your jeans. The action caused an involuntary gasp and you pushed further into his hand. Dean was already straining against his own jeans, your response only causing them to grow tighter.

“Stay right where you are and unbutton your pants, sweetheart.” Dean gently ordered, his voice a gravelly whisper. You did as you were told, flicking the button open and lowering the zipper as Dean did the same with his own jeans; trying to relieve the pressure that was building. Looping his fingers into the waistband, he pulled the garment over your hips, slowly revealing your panty clad ass. His went slack in pleasure as he took in your form, eyes raking over your curves, his mouth wanting to devour everything at once. After pulling your pants off and discarding them into the Impala’s floorboard he decided on your thighs, running his hands up the thick flesh; squeezing and rubbing, etching the creamy softness of your skin to his memory.

You couldn’t see him from your all-fours position on the seat but every touch, every inch further he went up your thighs made you wetter with desire; you just wanted him...there. Before you could voice your need his mouth was on your clothed pussy, teasing your clit with the tip of his tongue through the thin fabric. Dean chuckled when you whined, desperate for more. As if he could hear your thoughts, he pulled the fabric to the side, delving his tongue deep into your core before bringing it out again and trailing it back down to your clit. He repeated his actions until you were backing onto his tongue, fucking yourself with Dean’s skilled muscle. He brought his thumb up to your clit, rubbing circles in time with the rocking of your body.

“Come on my tongue, princess. I want to feel you come apart around it.” He dove back in, his thumb speeding up it’s pace as he wiggled his tongue deep inside your throbbing entrance. Your fingernails dug into the leather as your orgasm took over your body. Your thighs started to tremble and your moans became almost silent whimpers of pleasure as the white light overtook your vision. Your walls convulsed and your juices covered his tongue, pulling a moan from him that only prolonged your orgasm. He devoured all you had to offer, caressing your folds with his tongue as your high subsided. You straightened your body and leaned your head back, resting it on the back of the seat, catching your breath and gathering your senses. The man had just fucked you silly with his tongue...you couldn’t imagine what he was going to do with his dick. The thought sent another chill down your spine, causing you to moan to yourself, not realizing you’d done it out loud.

“Still struggling there, sweetheart?” Dean laughed, a triumphant smile covered his face, the little crinkles around his eyes growing in size.

“Shut up, Dean. Payback is a bitch.” You huffed out, still slightly panting from your last orgasm.

“Make me.” He retorted, shooting you a filthy grin, quirking his eyebrows. You turned in your seat, resuming the same position as before, this time facing Dean. He pulled you in for another kiss, your head spinning from the intensity of it. Gathering your thoughts you trailed your hand down his chest, pulling at the hem of his shirt. Leaning back you pulled yours over your head, discarding it and your bra into the floorboard with your jeans. He had shrugged out of his flannel, working on pulling his shirt off. You ran your nails gently down the length of his torso, teasing the bumps and lines of his muscles. He watched you intensely, the wildfire growing in his eyes, his breathing rapidly increasing.

“Fuck, I could come from your touch alone, Y/N.” He panted, completely wrecked under your fingertips. You smirked back at him, running your index finger across the band of his underwear before hooking it through completely, tugging gently. Dean lifted his hips, allowing you to push them the rest of the way down, his cock springing free from it’s confines. Once he was fully naked your finger resumed its path, down his pelvic bone and around to the base of his dick, trailing it up the underside along the thick vein to the tip and collecting the precum at the top, smearing it over the tip. You looked up at Dean through your lashes, running your tongue over your lips silently asking for permission to continue. He answered with a wrecked “please”, watching you as you lowered your mouth over his thick shaft. Taking him as far as you could you swallowed around him before coming back up and flicking your tongue over the head.

“Fuck, baby girl, yes! Yes, keep going...ah...just like that!” He moaned as his head fell back, his eyes were closed and mouth slightly open. You could tell it was all he could do to keep himself together and you loved every second of it. You moved your head back down, the sight of him causing a moan to escape your throat. Dean’s upper body shot up off the back of the seat, wrapping his fingers into your hair and gently pulling your mouth away.

“One more moan like that on my dick and this will end way too soon.” He breathed, you sat up on your knees, throwing one leg over him and straddling his waist. Dean pulled your body into his, chest to chest you could feel his rapid heartbeat through your own skin as he crushed his lips into yours, a desperate need for your mouth taking over him. His dick was nestled between your pussy lips and his stomach, taking full advantage of the situation you started grinding your core back and forth onto his length, the ridge of the head grazing across your still too sensitive clit. Dean’s arms wrapped around your hips and jerked you forward a little further and quickly lifted his hips on that last trip up, causing his tip to sink into your entrance. You both gasped as he filled you, the delicious burn of the stretch made your fingernails dig into his broad shoulders. When he was buried to the hilt you finally took the breath you didn’t know you were holding, lifting an eyebrow at the man in front of you.

“Nice move, Winchester.” You joked, giggling at the turn of events. He bit his bottom lip, another smirk forming over them.

“Can’t wait to show you every last one.” With that he held you tight by the hips, pushing himself even further into you before circling his hips under you. You threw your head back and released a guttural moan, you could feel him deeper than any man had ever been able to reach, the pressure was euphoric. Coming back to your senses you began moving, riding him slowly, only speeding up your pace when he would try to flex his hips into you. Before you knew it you were at a bruising pace, his hands cupping your breasts as his thumbs teased your nipples. He sat up in the seat, holding you by your waist he gently flipped you onto your back, his feet planted on either side of the car. Holding onto the back of the seat he started plunging into you again, his lower stance hitting a new angle inside of you, causing his cock to brush against the rough patch of nerves inside of you. Feeling your walls growing tighter and tighter around him, Dean knew you were close.

“Touch yourself baby, rub your clit so I can feel you come all over my cock.” Dean panted, an animalistic growl rolled out of him as you followed his directions, the sight of you helping him get you off set him into a frenzy. He rested his knees on either side of you, holding you by each thigh as he pulled you into him with every thrust.

“Oh fuck, Dean!” You whined, the pleasure almost beginning to overwhelm you. His name on your lips brought his orgasm crashing over him, his grunts and groans of pleasure bringing you to your own end. Your walls pulsed over him, drawing his orgasm out even more. You were staring into each other’s eyes as you both came apart, his hips twitching as he spilled the last of his seed deep inside of you. He leaned down and gave you another passionate kiss.

You moaned softly into his mouth and ran your fingers through his dirty blonde hair. He pulled away slowly and pulled out, climbing off of you and getting dressed. You did the same, buttoning your jeans and fixing your sex crazed hair while he buckled his belt. “Y/N, this can't happen again.” He said seriously while catching his breath. “I know things were said and they're all true. I do love you but I can't get in a relationship right now. With Lucifer running free and Amara, things will be too complicated.”

You sat there frozen, not believing what you were hearing. “Are you fucking kidding me, Dean?” You asked, words tangled with heartbreak. “You make me fall in love with you, sex me up in the back of the impala and then reject me anyways??” You yelled, voice rising with every word. You opened the door and got out of the car. “It's not like that, Y/N. Please understand that I don't want to reject you. I want to give you the apple pie life you deserve and living the life I'm living right now, won't ever give you that.” He said calmly as he followed after you, inside the bunker. “I don't care about that! I already told you that I don't care about having that stupid ass fantasy of a normal life! I want you and all the baggage you carry.”

“What do you want me to do?! You want me to drop everything and just leave Sammy to deal with it on his own? I was a hunter before I met you and I will be one during, maybe even after. You're important to me, you are but this is a weight that I've carried on my shoulders since I was 4 watching my mother burn. What do you want from me, Y/N?” He retorted with hurt in his voice.

“Love yourself..maybe then we’ll have something in common.” You finished and walked away from the man you’d give everything for. Packing your stuff into a duffle you kept under your bed while crying silently. Sam walked in to check on you and frowned. “What's going on..?” He asked, hope fading his eyes.

You closed your bag and furiously wiped your tears away. “I can't stay, Sammy.”

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Part 2 of Shut up, Sam is finally up! I'm still trying to fix the tags so please bare with me! Also, a huge, massive fucking THANK YOU to my girl Heather from @jalove-wecallhimdean for helping me out with the writing/smut on this one! You're too kind girl! I hope you guys enjoy it

Don't Let Me Go - Dean Winchester x reader, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Crowley

Title: Don’t Let Me Go

Pairing: demon!Dean x reader, Dean x reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: s9/10 spoilers (for those who haven’t seen), man against woman violence, ANGST then major fluff.

Prompt: “Hi!!!! I was wondering if you would write a dean x reader where Dean had been really possessive when he was a demon and hurt the reader really badly and he remembers when he sees her fearful of him after he’s cured. Can this be really angsty but also mixed with fluff? Thank you!!!”

“No!” Both you and Sam shouted in unison as you ran into the warehouse seeing Metatron shove his blade into Dean’s chest, causing his breathing to hitch. “You son of a bitch!” You yelled to Metatron right before he disappeared. You looked back to your dying boyfriend, worried. “We’re gonna get you out of here.. we're gonna get you better baby.” You sobbed as Sam gently helped him up, tears threatening to fall at any moment.

“Wait- Sam, hold up. Hold up.” Dean said through struggled breaths. “I have something to say to you. To the both of you.” He wheezed as Sammy sat him down on a piece of equipment, fresh blood coating Dean’s face as he struggled to breathe. “What is it?” Asked the younger Winchester, holding Dean in an upright position. You kneeled in front of your boyfriend of 3 years with Sammy right beside you, eyes glossy as you waited patiently for what he had to say. Dean placed one hand on Sam’s cheek and the other on yours. “I- I’m proud of us..” He said softly. Typical of Dean to try to make you both smile with his last few breaths.

This only made you cry more as you looked into Dean’s fading green eyes, gently kissing his lips. He smiles but soon enough his hands fall from yours and Sam’s face as his eyes close and his head falls into your chest. “No. No. Hey, hey, hey. Hey, wake up, baby.” You sob as you pick his head back up, cupping his cheeks but Dean’s already gone. You keep your hands on his cheeks as Sam becomes a sobbing mess. “Hey. Dean. Dean!” You shouted through tears, gently shaking him.

Tears fall down as you gather Dean’s head gently back to your chest and held him tightly, kissing his temple and gently running your fingers through his hair. Sam’s arms wrap around the both of you as he cries; heart wrenching sobs echo in the warehouse.

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Back in the bunker, Sam gently lays Dean’s body on the bed you once shared with him. Sam looks at you with red, puffy eyes and hugs you tightly. He stared silently over your shoulder at his brother’s body but tears well up in his eyes. He let's go and walks out, leaving you alone with Dean. You sigh, wiping your face as you sit beside him. “You're so handsome..” You smiled sadly as you held a damp washcloth and wiped the blood from his face. “I love you.” You whispered as you kissed his hand and walked out of the room, searching for Sam.

You found Sam in the dungeon watching as he made a summoning spell. “You're calling Crowley?” You asked softly and Sam looked back at you and nodded. “He got him into this mess. He will get him out or so help me, God.” Sam said as he wiped his eyes furiously.

What you didn't know was that Crowley was in Dean’s room. Standing, he gazed at his body and sighed. “Your brother and your lady friend, bless their souls, are summoning me as I speak. Make a deal, bring you back. It's exactly what I was talking about, isn't it? It's all become so... expected. You have to believe me. When I suggested you take on the Mark of Cain, I didn't know this was going to happen. Not really. I mean, I might not have told you the entire truth. But I never lied. I never lied, Dean. That's important. It's fundamental. But...there is one story about Cain that I might have... forgotten to tell you. Apparently, he, too, was willing to accept death, rather than becoming the killer the Mark wanted him to be. So he took his own life with the Blade. He died. Except, as rumor has it, the Mark never quite let go. You can understand why I never spoke of this. Why set hearts aflutter at mere speculation? It wasn't until you summoned me... No, it wasn't truly until you left that cheeseburger uneaten...that I began to let myself believe. Maybe miracles do come true.”

Crowley moved closer to the bed and placed the First Blade into Dean’s right hand and laid them both on his chest. “Listen to me, Dean Winchester, what you're feeling right now - it's not death. It's life - a new kind of life. Open your eyes, Dean. See what I see. Feel what I feel. And let's go take a howl at that moon.” He watched as Dean’s eyes snapped open. Seeing exactly what he was expecting; Dean’s eyes were black.

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It had been three months since you and Sam found a note from Dean, telling you to let him go. You weren't one for going down without a fight and neither was Sam. You both kidnapped any demon you came across and tortured them until they told you where Dean was. Sam was slowly losing his mind as his body started shutting down on its own but he didn't let that stop him. Your phone rang and you rolled your eyes, answering. “What do you want, Crowley?” You snapped. “Woah. Is that any way to talk to the King of Hell?” Crowley said casually. “I'm here to give you Dean’s whereabouts. He's getting a little frustrating.” He smirked as you stood quiet. “Beulah, North Dakota. A bar close by.” He said and hung up without giving you a chance to reply.

You drove all night, letting Sam sleep in the back and soon enough you arrived to the bar Dean was sure to be at. You took the sigil etched handcuffs from Sam as he looked at you with worry. “Are you sure you don't want me to go with you?” He asked, looking down at you. “I'm sure, Sam. I'll be okay.” You gulped as you walked inside the empty bar, watching Dean play a few notes from ‘Hey Jude’ on the piano but his mind was elsewhere. You tear up after seeing him for the first time in three months. “Hiya, Y/N.” He smirked and told the bartender to leave the two of you alone. “Who winged you?” He asked as he stood up from the piano, First Blade in one hand and a glass of whiskey in the other. “Does it matter?” You asked, shakily. “Not really. I told you to let me go, Y/N.” The way he said your name was as if his mouth was full of poison and it hurt you to the core. “I love you too much to do that. Crowley sold you out.” You replied, gaining your confidence back. “That's problematic and that sure as hell sounds like him.” He laughed, glancing at you and his glass of whiskey. “Hmm..” He hummed before throwing the cup straight at you, you yelped and ducked, causing the glass to slam against the wall. “Dammit, I missed.” He muttered and shook his head.

Sam ran inside after hearing the shatter and once he saw that you were okay, he took the cuffs from you and walked straight to Dean. Dean smirked and crossed his arms. “Oh Sammy the her-” He screamed in pain as Sam threw holy water in his face and cuffed his hands. “You sorry sons of bitches!” Dean yelled through gritted teeth as you both took him to the impala.

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Once you all arrived to the bunker, Sam didn't hesitate on tying Dean up and locking him in the dungeon. You saw bags of blood and syringes around, looking as Dean just mouthed off on the both of you. “I can't watch this.” You whispered. “Awww babygirl are you scared?” Dean mocked and blew you a kiss. “You killed so many people..” You said, tears glossing your eyes. “It was peer pressure.” He joked, rolling his eyes. “Dean stop. I miss you. The real you. My Dean that I fell in love with.” A tear slipped and you quickly wiped it away trying not to look weak. “Is this one of those moments where you want me to lie to protect your oh so delicate feelings?” He pouted and laughed. “That's not fair, Dean.” You muttered. “Life’s not fair. You better get used to it, sweetheart.” Before you could go on, Sam pushed one of the syringes with blood into Dean’s arm, causing him to scream out. This went on for a while until you and Sam left the room, leaving Dean gasping in pain.

After twenty minutes went by, you and Sam went to check on Dean only to find the chair and the dungeon empty. “Oh no..” You panicked. “Sam. What do we do?” You asked as you followed him, running. “We hide. Just hide and make sure he doesn't find you!” Sam yelled as he ran into the control room, putting the bunker on lockdown, you ran the opposite way.

When you turned the corner, you ran smack into Dean’s chest, looking up at the proud smirk he wore. “Hey! Look who it is!” He grunted as he grabbed the back of your neck, slamming your face into the wall. You screamed and held your face, covering your bloody nose. “Dean baby wait. Please it's me!” You cried, holding your hands up, walking backwards as he walked towards you. “Dean isn't here right now!” He yelled as he punched you in the face and your back hit the wall. He grabbed you by your shirt and your shoulder, slamming you into a nearby table three times. “Sammy!” You yelled out, crying as Dean beat you mercilessly. You fell to your knees, face covered in blood and swollen. “Dean stop! We can fix this!” You begged, holding onto the sleeve of his red shirt. “It's not broken!” He shouted back, landing another blow to your face, causing you to fall back from the intensity. He straddled your waist and punched you again and again until arms wrapped around his torso, pulling him off of you.

“Dean that's enough! It's over! It's over!” Castiel shouted, eyes glowing blue with his grace as Sam kneeled beside you, your eyes feeling weak and your body limp. Dean yelled at the top of his lungs and Sam plunged one more syringe into his arm. Cas let go once he knew it was safe. Dean looked around worried and saw you weak on the floor, blood covering your face and neck. “Oh no.. Y/N-” He stopped when Sam splashed his face with holy water, only this time it didn't burn and his face didn't sizzle.

He looked between both Sam and Cas and his eyes landed back on you. “Baby I-” He started as he walked over to you. Your eyes widened as you gasped and found enough strength to crawl away from him and hide behind Castiel’s leg. This broke Dean’s heart as he followed your movements with his eyes. You held Cas’ trench coat tightly in your hands, causing Cas to silently vow to protect you at all times.

Dean got down on one knee and slowly held his hand out to you, hoping you'll take it. “Y/N, please know that I will never intentionally hurt you. I would never put my hands on you.” He said softly. You knew this was true but it didn't take away the fear. You slowly let go of Cas and reached your hand out, placing it gently into Dean’s hand. His hand closed around yours as Cas moved out of the way, staying close behind just in case. Dean scooted closer to you and gently put his hands on your bloody cheeks. “I love you, sweetheart.” He said for the first time in a long time, on the verge of tears. You slowly cupped Dean’s face and wiped the few tears that fell. “I love you more, Dean.” You said weakly. He helped you stand up, leading you to the bathroom and closing the door behind the two of you.

He grabbed a washcloth and placed it under the faucet with warm water. He gently started cleaning your face just as you once did for him. Your eyes fluttered closed at the feeling of him touching you so delicately. When he was done, he threw the washcloth in the sink and turned off the water. “Y/N- baby.. I'm so sorry.. I love you more than anything and I understand if you do-” He cried and you gently put a finger to his lips. “Shh.. you're back now, Dean. You're safe.” You whispered, leaning in and slowly kissing his lips. He pulled you closer, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist, deepening the kiss but keeping it slow. His tongue traced your bottom lip and you gladly opened your mouth letting him give his all into the kiss. You put one hand on the back of his neck and the other gripping his shirt.

He lifted you up, sitting you on the sink and you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling away from the kiss. “Hey- I have a funny joke.” You smiled. He stared at your plumped lips and chuckled as he ran his hands up your shirt. “Right now? Really?” He smiled as you nodded with a wide grin. “Alright let me hear it.” He kissed your nose, making you giggle. “Okay. Where do fish keep their money?” You asked, waiting anxiously for his reply. Dean put his hands on either side of your legs and smiled. “I don't know baby. Where do fish keep their money?” He asked. You were already in a fit of laughter that you could barely talk. Dean laughed along with you. “In a riverbank!” You said through giggles, causing Dean to laugh even more and roll his eyes. “God I'm in love with you.” He chuckled as he took your hand and walked out of the bathroom and to his room. Sam and Cas smiling as the both of you walked past them.

Once your laughter finally died down, you sat with him on the bed. You changed into one of his flannels only wearing underwear and he changed into a t-shirt and his boxers. You laid next to each other, staring into the other’s eyes with a warm smile. At the same time you opened your mouth to speak, Dean opened his. He smiled and pushed a strand of hair behind your ear. “You go first.” He granted. You put your hand on his cheek and pecked his lips. “I love you.” You gently tapped his nose with your index finger. “Your turn.” You whispered and Dean took your left hand and kissed your ring finger.

“Marry me.”

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Thank you to that wonderful anon for sending the request! This was one of my favorites to write by far! Keep sending requests! I love you guys!

Not My Angel - Castiel x reader, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Lucifer

Title: Not My Angel

Pairing: Castiel x reader, Lucifer x reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: I quoted 11x14 “The Vessel” so if you haven’t seen season 11, there are spoilers. I tweaked it a little so you probably won’t notice. Cliffhanger.

There was a simple hunt two towns over from the bunker that you begged the boys to let you do on your own. It was simple: find the werewolf and kill it. They were hesitant on letting you go alone but soon enough you convinced them and you were gone, letting them know you’ll return in three days. Sam and Dean stood at the bunker and picked up their own little hunts here and there but they weren’t going to deny the fact that they missed having you around. You missed them too but you missed your boyfriend, Castiel, the most. That was three days ago and now you were on your way back, full of excitement.

“Hey, Hey Sam.” Dean smiled trying to get his younger brother’s attention. “Y/N is on a hunting trip and she hasn’t been home in a few days.” Dean said seriously as he sat across from Sam in the dining room of the bunker. “Shut up. She’ll be home soon enough.” Sam replied with a laugh, shaking his head as he read a book about angel lore.

Dean just laughed as he brought his beer bottle to his lip, taking a short swig and shrugged. “I just thought it would be funny and I miss her. She cleans.” He chuckled as Sam rolled his eyes. “Anyways,” said Dean as he stood up, leaving his beer on the table. “I’m gonna go for a supply run. Y/N is supposed to get here sometime in the next hour and I don’t wanna miss it.” He smiled as he walked up the stairs and out of the bunker.

Sam stood in the dining area the whole time until Lucifer appeared out of thin air, using Castiel as his vessel, causing Sam to jolt and put a hand on his chest. “Jesus, Cas. You gotta stop doing that.” He laughed, completely unaware. “Hey uh I think I might have found a spell that could help us retrieve the hand of God and let you on that boat.” Sam mentioned as he read through a spell book.

Lucifer sat at the table, not paying any attention whatsoever. “Oh?” He said unamused as he held a book in his hands.

“The spell of gathering, it’s an incantation used to focus the power of celestial beings, angels, against all drawn forms of evasion. The spell is designed to clear all mystical or occult blockages. I mean this is highly theoretical magic, it’s never been used before, but it sounds like it could work.” Sam said as he read it out loud. “Uh huh, and the ingredients?” Lucifer replied. Sam read through them silently. “Damn.. all but one. It requires the power of an archangel.” Sam sighed, disappointed as he closed the book.

Sam gets up and walks away, leaving the spell book on the table. Lucifer looks around, making sure he’s alone before he reaches for it and turns to the page the spell was printed on.

“Hey, Dean should be back so- Cas, what is that?” Sam asked, raising an eyebrow, watching Cas put things into a bowl. “It’s your spell of gathering.” Lucifer retorted as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“Are you insane?? You’re not strong enough, Cas! You could get seriously hurt!” Sam yelled, worried for his friend. “My strength may surprise you.” Lucifer smirked as he continued breaking the ingredients. “Wait a second. I remember Bobby told me when you needed strength, you used him to power up, you touched his soul, right?” Sam asked with wide eyes. “Use my soul. That way you’ll have enough power to wield the spell!” He continued, full of hope.

Lucifer stopped what he was doing and looked up at Sam with a smile then burst out laughing not even a second later. Sam’s hope faltered and was changed with a look of confusion. “What?” He asked.

“Oh, it’s just - I don’t need you anymore. I mean, why have I been trying to spare you? I mean maybe it’s because you’re like the girl who kept turning me down at the prom.” Lucifer said with a mocked pout on his lips. He grabbed Sam by the collar of his flannel and slammed him against one of the bunker’s support columns. “I will touch your soul. Just because you asked so nicely, and I’ll use your spell to retrieve the uh, Hand of God, and then when Dean comes back and he finds this place decorated with your guts, I will tell him the truth, Sam. I’ll just say, ‘Dean - ’ Lucifer stopped and cleared his throat, mocking Castiel’s voice. “- ‘Dean… he knew the risks. He wouldn’t take no for an answer.’”

Sam’s eyes widened as he struggled against Lucifer’s strength. “Lucifer.” He called out. “In the flesh!” Lucifer replied and shrugged. “Well almost. When does my ‘girlfriend’ get home?” He laughed as he let go of Sam. “She’s not yours! She’s Cas’.” Sam yelled, getting ready to swing at Lucifer when the bunker door was slammed open and you ran in with a huge smile covering your features. “I’m home!” You shouted, running down the stairs. “Cas!” You called with arms wide open, ready to run to him.

“Wait Y/N! That’s not-” Lucifer snapped his fingers behind his back, making Sam unable to speak. You hugged your “boyfriend” tightly and kissed his lips, pulling away confused when he didn’t kiss you back. “Hey what’s wrong? I missed you.” You giggled softly but nervously. “Oh.. well.. I didn’t miss you.” Lucifer said seriously causing your heart to break.

“You- you’re not my angel.” You said as you took a step back, away from him. “What? It is me. It’s Castiel.” Lucifer raised an eyebrow. “No.. Cas never would have said that to me.. He loves me.” You replied sadly.

Dean finally walked in with a bunch of bags and dropped them on the table. “I’m back! Hey Y/N! I miss-” He stopped when he saw the look of distraught on your face. “What’s going on?” Dean asked, looking away from you and to Sam.

“Dean- That’s not Cas!” Sam yelled, once Lucifer released him from his hold. Lucifer smirked at you and shrugged as he shoved his hands in his pockets. A sheepish, gleeful look on his face.

“Cat’s out!” Was the last thing Lucifer said before slamming both Winchester boys against the wall and dragging you out of the bunker against your will.

The hold on the boys went away once you and Lucifer were gone. Sam and Dean looked at each other with saddened yet angered eyes.

“We have to get her back. We have to save Cas.”

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Should I make a part 2?

Give Her Back To Me - Dean Winchester x reader, Sam Winchester (briefly), Castiel (mentioned)

Title: Give Her Back To Me

Pairings: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Fluff then MAJOR ANGST, character death, heartbroken!Dean

Prompt: Dean and the reader we’re getting ready to celebrate their 3rd anniversary until everything goes downhill and Dean is forced to cope with something he’s feared his whole relationship.

Dean never knew that in a blink of an eye, his entire world would crumble. His heart was broken and shattered into pieces as he sat there yelling and sobbing so loud he thought he might explode. He was past helping and he was past saving. Not even Sam could help this time and now..neither could you.

You made Dean the happiest man in the world and he looked at you with so much love that it made his heart swell inside his chest. A feeling he never thought he deserved but he would greedily accept it everyday for the rest of his life.

That morning started as any other. Dean’s strong arms wrapped around your small frame. He left kisses on your shoulder, neck, and face until your eyes fluttered open and you groaned out an incoherent response.

“Wake up baby.. it’s our day.” He laughed softly, causing you to smile and turn over to face him. “I know it is. Happy 3rd anniversary.” You laughed softly and kissed his lips gently. Dean had other things in mind as he kissed you harder, rolling over so he was on top of you.

After the groaning and touching all over each other, you finally pushed him off of you with a playful smile. “Later. I promise.” You winked and sat up. “Let’s go take a shower, yeah?” You bit your lip and quickly pecked his. “A shower?” He repeated. “If I can barely resist you in bed right now, imagine how much harder it’ll be in the shower with you naked and wet.” Dean said with a serious face making you throw your head back with laughter. A sound he loved to hear every morning and every hour he got the chance to.

“You’re such a kid.” You giggled, climbing off the bed. “Well go make pancakes! I’ll be down quickly.” You kissed his forehead and ran to the bathroom.

Dean climbed off the bed putting his Men of Letters robe on while wearing nothing but his boxers as he walked to the kitchen. “Heya Sammy!” He smiled as he made his way to the coffee pot.

“Later on tonight, when you and Y/N fornicate, let me know so I can leave.” Sam said seriously but with a playful smirk behind it. “You guys are disgusting.” He chuckled.

“Sam it’s been three years.. I love her so much. I mean she- she puts up with me. She loves me and she hasn’t left me, even after all those times I drank until I passed out and told her to leave without meaning it. She’s still here. I think I’m gonna ask her to marry me, Sammy. She’s the only one I want and the only one I’ll ever need.” He finished with his cup of coffee in hand and stared down at his feet.

Sam stood up and smiled, “She’d be insane to deny you, Dean, she loves you. Keep her happy and protect her always.” He chuckled softly and patted Dean’s shoulder.

You walked into the kitchen with jeans and one of Dean’s many, many flannels and smiled at Sam. “Hey! What are we talking about?” Sam just shrugged and walked out with a smirk. “Happy Anniversary!” He called out, going back to his room. You just laughed and wrapped your arms around Dean’s waist while he leaned against the kitchen counter. “Nothing you need to worry your pretty little head about.” Dean kissed your forehead, your nose, and finally your lips.

You looked at him with a raised eyebrow and a playful smile as he kissed your face. “Hmm so where are we going tonight?” You wrapped your arms around his neck. Dean chuckled and put his coffee cup down resting both hands on your lower back and slowly inching them down towards your ass. “It’s extremely fancy so put on a beautiful long gown.”

“Dean you-” You began but he put his finger on your lips shushing you with a smile. “Stop talking.” He whispered and crashed his lips to yours.

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“Dean come on! We’re going to be late!” You shouted as you put your earrings on and constantly fixed your dress. “I’m coming baby, I’m coming.” He smiled as he ran up the stairs looking extremely gorgeous in his full suit and black coat he usually only wore when pretending to be the FBI.

He helped you put your coat on, shouting a quick ‘See ya, Sammy!’ and lead you out to the Impala. Dean opened the passenger door for you and climbed into the driver’s side, pulling out of the bunker’s garage expertly. You weren’t one for personal space, especially when it came to Dean, so you scooted over to the middle, wrapping his arm around you as he smiled and drove with the other.

When you got to the restaurant all eyes were on Dean, but his were on you and that’s all that mattered. The waiter lead you to your table and not even an hour later, you both were a laughing mess, getting shushed by people you didn’t even know. You leaned closer to Dean, giggling and kissed his cheek.

“Baby um.. there’s something I need-” He began to say but the sound of doors being slammed open and the screams of people could be heard, causing you both to jump up into hunter mode once you realized they were demons.

“One Goddamned night without having to deal with these sons of bitches is all I ask!” He yelled through gritted teeth as you lifted your dress, pulling your personal demon knife out of your weapon holster and stabbing any demon that came near the strangers you’d risk your life for; especially the man you loved.

Once both you and Dean were finished and everyone was safe to go home. You laughed and smiled at Dean, putting your knife away. “Well aren’t we just the modern Mr. and Mrs. Sm-” Your eyes went wide when you felt a sharp pain in your back and Dean’s eyes watered as he ran towards you. “Y/N!!” He yelled loudly. The demon slid the knife further up your back causing you to cry out and fall to your knees when he pulled the knife out.

“No!!” He grabbed the demon by the shoulder and stabbed him in the neck as tears threatened to spill. He dropped him as if it were nothing and quickly kneeled by you. “Baby.. baby look at me please.” He said through tears and cradled you in his arms. You looked up at Dean, crying. “I wanna go home.. Dean I wanna go home.” You said weakly through sobs. “You wanna go home? I’ll take you home and we’ll fix you baby.. we’re gonna fix you.” He cried.

You knew that would never be as you coughed up blood and he tried to clean it off with his tie. “No no no baby look at me. You have to keep your eyes open.” He begged as your eyes were slowly starting to close. You groaned in pain and tried to open your eyes a little more and look at him. “I- I love you.. I love you baby. It’s okay. It’s okay.” You said, struggling to breathe, just to reassure him one more time. “You take care of Sammy. It’s okay.. I love you.” He was a sobbing mess as he touched your face and held onto you tightly. “Baby we’re gonna go home.. we’re gonna get married. Baby, please no..” He muttered as your eyes shut and your body went limp. “Baby? Baby please.. Y/N!! Please..” He rocked you back and forth in his arms and hid his face in your chest, no longer able to hear your heartbeat.

“Cas! Please! Somebody!” He yelled through sobs as he held you. “Somebody help me please..I love you, Y/N. ” He pulled the ring out of his pocket, sliding it on your finger and laid there on the floor with you for hours until Sam got worried and showed up.

Sam frowned with tears threatening to spill. “Dean.. come on..” He said softly, gently helping his brother off the floor. “Sammy, no..” Dean looked down at your lifeless body.

“Give her back to me..” Were his last words before he was pulled out of the restaurant that was now flooded with police, one of them holding a body bag.

“Give her back to me..”

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Shut up, Sam! - Dean Winchester x reader, Sam Winchester x reader (friendship)

Title: Shut up, Sam!

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1037

Warnings: Dean’s a dick, teeny weeny bit of angst (if you squint) cliffhanger

Prompt: 24: “You’re in love with _____?” “You’re in love with ____!” “Oh, the middle school comeback? Nice.“

For @supernotnaturalcas writing challenge!! I hope I’m doing this right lol but it’s my first time so please don’t judge😂😭

It was never supposed to go down this way. Tonight ended worse than you ever expected. It broke your heart and it made you want to cry or punch anything that got in your way. It was Sam’s fault and you knew you should have stayed quiet when it came to your feelings.

You, Sam &’ Dean had just finished off slaying the biggest vampire nest you all have ever experienced in your lifetime. You were so engrossed watching the older Winchester move swiftly with his machete that you almost got caught by one of the vamps.

“Y/N! Are you insane?! What the hell are you doing? Just gonna stand there and look pretty??” Dean yelled after he’d decapitated the last vamp that almost caught you.

“Dean, I- I wasn’t th-” you started but soon you were interrupted by the green eyed hunter interrupting your stuttering. “No! You didn’t think! You could have gotten yourself or any of us killed but you just stood there.” He snapped in your face and you were already on the verge of crying that you stood quiet and glanced down at your feet.

“I’m sorry Dean..” you mumbled while he just shook his head at you and walked out of the old barn.

Sam was quickly by your side with a shoulder to cry on as he lead you out of that horrific place full of dead bodies. “He’ll get over it, Y/N. Just give it some time, alright?”

You nodded and leaned into his side as you both made your way to the impala ready for part 2 of Dean’s rant. Instead you got silence. You tried to apologize and fix things with Dean but all he did was pretend that you weren’t even there. He decided to go right past the bunker and straight to the bar not caring if you guys wanted to go along or not.

Dean got out making you and Sam follow far behind. He sat at the bar, slamming a 20 and ordering the strongest drink they have. He downed a couple of shots before every desperate girl you saw made their way towards him. You and Sam sat alone at a table, you keeping your eyes on Dean the whole time with a look of sorrow and…longing. You loved Dean Winchester more than you thought you’d love anyone. You heart longed from him even though you knew he didn’t want you back. Or that’s what you thought.

Sam was playing with the paper on his beer bottle when he glanced up at you. “Y/N? Hey.. hello???? Y/N!” He clapped causing you to jump and he raised an eyebrow looking towards where you once were looking.

“Oh my God..” the younger Winchester started.

“Sam..” your eyes went wide and you sat up straight. “Sam wait-” you said anxiously starting to turn red in the face.

“You’re in love with Dean?”

He asked quietly at first and noticed your rosy cheeks when you looked down at your lap.

“You’re in love with Dean!”

He reiterated, answering his own question. “How did I not see this all these years?” He muttered with a smirk.

“Oh, the middle school comeback? Nice.”

You retorted defensively trying to make it seem as if you weren’t embarrassed enough. “Shut up, Sam. I’m serious.” You said sternly while Sam shrugged finishing off his beer.

After hours of just sitting around waiting on Dean to get bored, he finally headed out of the bar with you and Sam behind as if you were some lost puppies.

“Dean I-” you started while looking up at him as you walked to the impala.

“Hey Sammy I feel like I hear someone talking to me but I have no idea where it’s coming from.” He laughed coldly still giving you the cold shoulder.

“Dean come on. Don’t be a dick. She’s trying to make things right with you and you’re just walking around acting like some twelve year old. Give her a damn break. You have no idea what she thinks about you and you just constantly point out her mistakes.” Sam snapped at his older brother.

“Sammy please don’t.” Your eyes widened once you found out what Sam was going to say.

“No, Y/N!” Sam yelled looking at you. “This has gone on long enough.” Dean just rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. “What, Sammy? What does she think of me?” He mocked clearly unamused.

“Y/N is in love with you, Dean and you’ve done nothing but treat her like crap for the past few months. She puts you on a pedestal while you stomp on her as if she’s just another monster we hunt.” You covered your face when Sam was done with his rant.

Dean dropped his arms with raised eyebrows and the last thing you ever thought you’d hear from his lips was laughter. Dean was a laughing and crying mess when Sam was done.

“Oh my God. In love with me? She’s the last thing on my mind. You’re the reason she’s here, Sammy. I never wanted her to stay.” His heart broke saying those words because truthfully, he was in love with you more than you’d ever imagine. His tough exterior and his pride was what got in the way. He talked down on you because he didn’t want to get attached and watch you get hurt as you got more and more into the hunter life.

“Dean..” Sam said disappointed yet full of sadness. “What is wrong with you..?” Dean looked away from your saddened eyes and shrugged. “That’s just who I am.” Dean muttered, turning his back and getting in the car.

Before you knew it, you were a sobbing mess while punching Sam in the chest.

“Y/N.. I never meant for-” Sam began with a frown as he took a hold of your wrists.

“Shut up, Sam!” You yelled through tears before pulling your arms away and walking the opposite way.

Before you can get any further from the bar, you heard footsteps running behind you. “Sam get away from me!” You shouted turning around expecting his tall frame but instead you were met with someone else.

Dean?