It's 1 am

And I'm sitting awake, watching my boyfriend sleep, and I can't decide if this life is worth it. I know he's not perfect and sure as fuck am not either, but do I deserve to sit up at night wondering who else he might be loving?

I’m Already There

Dean Winchester x Reader

(Based on Lonestar’s song)

Sort of AU, but like nah

GIF Credit to the owner, who I don’t know...

Dean’s POV

           The hunt was simple; it only took one day to gank the ghoul, but the trip here was a two-day drive. All I could think of was my wife and two beautiful children at home. I knew Cassie and Johnny would be alright, but the Missus always worried when I was more than a night’s drive away. If I was being honest, I worried about her too. I know she misses the life of a hunter, but she was more than willing to give it up when we found out she was carrying Cassie. On some occasions, the kids would stay at home with Uncle “Moose” while we went on small hunts. Those were my favorite dates.

Sammy unlocked the motel door and we started to unpack our duffels. “Hey, I’m gonna grab a bite to eat. Do you want the usual?” I nodded yes, and he left the cheap motel room. I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled out my phone. Her contact was the first one that came up. I waited for the ring before putting it to my ear. After it rang a few times, I heard laughing on the other end. A loud squeal came through the phone followed by Johnny yelling. “Hey guys, where’s Mommy?”

“Oh, she’s in the kitchen making dinner, Daddy.” Cassie’s voice was loud and full of energy.

“I wanna talk to Daddy too, Cass!” I laughed as I heard Johnny whining in the background.

“Ok, ok. Hold on. You’re on speaker Daddy. Bubba wants to talk to you too.”

“HEY DADDY!”

“Hey, Johnny. Have you been good for your Mommy?”

“Nope!” The damn kid was a troublemaker, but at least he was honest.

“Well, why not? You know we will have a stern talk when I get back home.”

“He went to the kitchen. Daddy, when are you coming home?” Cassie’s voice trembled a little and I could tell she was upset.

I felt tears on the brim of my eyelid and chuckled before saying, “I’m already there. I'm the sunshine in your hair. I'm your imaginary friend. And I know I'm in your prayers.” I heard a small sniffle and then the most beautiful sound in the world, the voice of my woman.

“Cassie, your dinner is ready and let me have the phone, please.” There was a bit of silence and then she said, “I really miss you, darling. Don't worry about the kids; they'll be all right.”

My voice trembled, and tears were freely falling down my cheeks. Being away from her was the hardest thing I’d ever done, and I hated being away for this long.

“I wish you were here with me, Dean. This nights are hard, and the kids miss you too.”

“I'm already there. Don't make a sound. I'm the beat in your heart. I'm the moonlight shining down. I'm the whisper in the wind, and I'll be there until the end. Can you feel the love that we share?” I heard her cry gently on the other side of the line and I wanted to wrap her up and hold her tightly, but I knew she would be okay for a few more days. I married the strongest woman on earth.

“I love you, Dean. Please come home to me soon.”

“I love you too and I promise I will be there as fast as I can.”

“I need to go; the kids are calling me, but I will call you in the morning after they are in school. Goodnight.” The call dropped before I could say anything else. My head fell into my hands and my elbows rested on my knees. The tears slowly stopped, and I heard the lock turn and the motel door opened. Sammy stepped in and handed me a bag of food. S

“Hey, Dean. Are you okay?”

I nodded and said, “Yeah, man, of course. Just a little stressed is all.” I wiped the last traces of tears on my shirt sleeve and started eating the food he brought. Only a few more nights and I would be with my woman, eating a home-cooked meal surrounded by the laughter of our beautiful babies. That thought is what got me home safely.

Always - Part 8

This is the most recent part I have written for this so far and after the amount of hateful, anonymous comments left in my inbox after part 7, this may be the last part for this story. 

KEY:

Thoughts

~Dream~

*** Time jump

~~~

Flashback

How to pick up a man

Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Warnings: Smut, language, unprotected sex

GIF credit to the original poster....who I don’t know...

His smirk was captivating. His lips looked like heaven. His eyes had a hint of devil. He dragged his tongue ever so slowly across his white teeth before chuckling and flicking his eyes back to the bar. You downed your shot of tequila, in need of some liquid courage, before approaching the Adonis-like man. You slid onto the bar stool smoothly, impressing even yourself. Your chest was pushed out and your cleavage shown through the open buttons of your top. Your skinny jeans accentuated your bum perfectly and the heeled boots you had on made your legs look like they went on for miles.

You leaned against the counter and flagged down the bartender. The man’s breath caught in his throat and you saw him taking in your glorious figure out of the corner of your eye. “I’d like a single malt scotch please and thank you, and it’s on him,” you stated as you gestured toward the gorgeous creature on your right. His jaw fell open and his eyes glimmered. The bartender chuckled to himself before making your drink and adding it to the man’s tab. You gladly accepted the drink and started to walk back to your previous seat further down the bar.

As you sat back down, you heard a chair slide roughly across the floor and footsteps behind you. You felt a warm hand graze across your hips and a rugged voice in your ear. His breath tickled your neck and he chuckled before whispering, “How about you finish that drink I just paid for and we take this out to my car.” Your cheeks flushed red and your nether regions tingled with excitement. Heat pooled in the base of your stomach and you nodded before tossing your drink back, your nose scrunching at the taste before slamming the glass on the counter. His hand grabbed yours roughly as he dragged you out of the bar. The cool air slapped at your cheeks but you didn’t care. He slammed you against the door of an Impala and his lips attached to the base of your neck immediately. One hand groped your breast roughly and you were sure it would leave a mark, his other hand fastened tightly on your delicious hips while he grinded his pelvis against you slowly.

“You really think it’s funny to tease Daddy like that, huh baby?” You purred in response and one hand came up to your throat. He gently applied pressure and your breath caught in your throat for a moment. His fingertips trailed down your torso and with a quick snap, the button of your jeans was undone. His fingers skimmed the hem of your panties before slipping them under the fabric slowly. You bucked your hips against his palm and he retracted his hand quickly. “Oh no kitten, not yet.” You felt yourself soak your panties as the words rolled off his tongue. “You’re not getting pleased until Daddy’s cock gets sucked well.” Your eyes went wide before you nodded and dropped to your knees in front of him. You clumsily unclasped his belt and slipped the zipper of his jeans down.

Your palm graced over his erection slowly and softly. He smirked down at you while you slipped the fabric of his underwear down. His erection sprung free and your mouth watered at his length. Your small hand gently wrapped around the base and pumped slowly while you flicked your tongue across the tip of his cock, tasting his precum. You drooled sloppily over the head of his length while batting your eyelashes at him. His smirk faded and lust took over him. He thrust his hips against your lips and you took his cock into your mouth. You worked him fast and made sure to take him deep in your throat. He shuddered at the feeling and placed his hand on the back of your head. Tangling his hands in your hair, he pushed his hips forward and slowly began to fuck your mouth. He gasped slightly and swiped his tongue across his lips before taking his lip between his teeth. He grunted; his thrusts became sloppy. “Oh fuckk babygirl, I’m gonna cum,” he moaned in a raspy voice. He forcefully thrust his cock down your throat and you gagged but didn’t pull back. With a loud moan, he found his release and his cum fell down your throat. He pulled out of your mouth slowly and helped you to your feet. His finger swiped across your chin, wiping away the drool that lay there.

His lips landed on yours roughly and you eagerly returned the kiss, slowly flicking your tongue against his lips and tangling your fingers in his hair. He trailed his kisses down your neck to the valley between your breasts. He undid your shirt slowly before opening the back door of the Impala and pushing you gently to lay you on the back seat. Your boots were off in seconds and skinny jeans were yanked down your legs. He wasted no time and buried his face between your legs. First sucking and nipping at your thighs before grazing his tongue against your sensitive clit. His sucked harshly for a moment which made you shudder and moan loudly. You bucked your hips against his mouth and he eagerly licked up and down your dripping pussy. His tongue darted in and out of your entrance while his thumb teased your clit. Just as you reached the edge, he stopped his movements and sat up. You whined in response and he chuckled slightly before teasing your entrance with the tip of his hard cock. “Don’t you want this babygirl?” His voice was thick with desire.

“Yes, Daddy. Please let me have your cock.” You whined and begged. He slammed into you forcefully and you screamed out in pleasure, the tinge of pain barely registering. He waited a few seconds for you to adjust before beginning to rock into you relentlessly. He thrusts were hard and quick. You felt your orgasm building in your belly. Your legs wrapped tightly around his hips and you dragged your nails down his back. You instinctively clenched around him as your orgasm hit like an earthquake. He found his release in the midst of yours and he couldn’t control himself. He filled you with his cum and collapsed against you.

Both of you were breathing heavy and sweating. The glass windows were fogged. He chuckled for a moment before reaching into his jeans pocket and pulling out a small silver band. “Here ya go darling. I love when you try to pick me up in bars.” You took your wedding ring back and slipped it onto your finger.

“Try to pick you up? If you didn’t notice, I made a homerun, jackass.” Your voice shook with laughter and he nodded. You smiled before leaning in to kiss your husband sweetly on the lips.

“Jesus, I’m so lucky to have married you.”

“Just remember that Mr. Winchester and we’ll be good.”

“Oh yes ma’am, Mrs. Winchester.”

Always - Part 7

Okay guys. This one is super serious and very triggering. Please read with caution. 

TW: abusive past relationship, physical abuse, mental abuse, rape (slightly descriptive), self harm, blood, blade mention, etc. 

I’m sorry if this is too much for some of you to read, but it is a major part of the development of my OFC. This chapter was based on personal experiences so please take it easy on me. I’ve already received hate about this story and it really sucks when some of you guys do that...

KEY:

Thoughts

~Dream~

*** Time jump

~~~ Flashback