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Left Behind: Part 24

Summary: John never thought of you as anything but a little girl playing hunter. Right?

Pairing: John Winchester x female reader

Warnings: Older man kink, first time, oral, pretty much everything is gonna happen at some point, it’s smutty smut smut with a teeny tiny bit of plot to enable the smut. Angst, gore, violence etc. Warnings go out across chapters. This part is unbeta’d and has no smut!! (Shock and horror)

Left Behind Masterlist

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You ran, as fast as your legs would take you. Your gun was useless, completely out of ammo, and whatever was on your heels was not giving up. Skidding across the battered old linoleum flooring, you hit a door and grunted wiping blood from your eyes as you glanced behind you in panic.

‘Y/N!’

Dean’s voice was muffled, and echoed through the house for a second, before a loud growl split the air and drew your attention. Gathering your wits, you kept moving, ignoring the burning in your lungs as you thundered down the rickety stairs. At the bottom, the last step cracked under your weight, and you shrieked as you fell, your ankle trapped between the wooden planks.

‘Dean!’ Your scream was desperate, and you managed to roll over just as whatever was chasing you reached the top of the stairs. It snarled, barely visible in the dim light from outside, and you heard something scrape along the wooden steps. Covering your eyes, you prepared yourself for its attack, feeling unusually calm in the face of death.

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Faking It Drabble #23 (Soaking Wet from Dean’s POV)

Faking It Master List here in case you haven’t read it, or want to read this part again. It’s been a while!

She was trying to kill him.

She was trying to kill him, and now he was sitting in the Impala, all kinds of fantasies running through his brain, hard and aching and trying to hide it from Sam, nothing to do about it until that night.

Oh, but tonight… He was going to remember every single one of the images in his brain right now so that he could play them out later, slowly, taking his time touching her and tasting her and feeling her. He wanted to see what kind of new sounds he could get her to make, wanted to feel her tremble around him. Wanted to hear her cry out his name, and only his name.

He just had to survive until they were alone.

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It took some time, since they ended up having to share with Sam, but he was finally alone with her, and she was staring at him in that way that made it clear how much she wanted him. That way that made his heart beat faster, though he had never actually admitted that.

The water was warm, and felt amazing as they floated through it, laughing at first, because she somehow always brought out his playful side, then not laughing as their bodies moved together.

By the time he was slamming into her on the lounge chair, he had already had to hold back his own orgasm at least four hundred and eighty seven times. Every fucking move she made, every look, every sound, every everything…it was too much. She was too much.

She sucked on his fingers, and still he managed to hold back. He had promised to make her sore, and he was going to keep that promise. He thrust hard and deep, angling his hips to hit her g-spot, not being at all gentle. She just opened herself to him completely, screaming for him to move even faster, even harder.

When she moved his hand to her clit, he couldn’t hold back any longer. She was just so damn open with him, taking what she wanted, giving him more than he deserved, no embarrassment or shame, and no ego stroking by faking anything. It was just her.

And she was incredible.

When he finally did come, it was so intense that he made no noise at all. He pressed his whole body against hers and shuddered, knowing that if he made a noise, it would be a deafening shout, and he wasn’t in the mood to get caught, then arrested.

Afterward, he kissed her. Even with everything else they had done, kissing her was one of his favorite things to do.

“I keep waiting for one of these things to turn out bad, ya know? For us to find out we don’t bend a certain way, or that some shit is only sexy in the movies. But every time we pull something out of that damn makeup bag, we end up like this.”

The words came out before he could stop them, and once again, he was just saying what he felt without thinking about the consequences. This time, he didn’t even mind.

Unknown (via feellng)

12x22: Who We Are

@sleep-silent-angel it moves too.. 😏😉

@extremedistressorstellarblowjob why have we not previously seen the need for protective goggles with Sam?

         Appreciation of Winchester genes

He’s so beautiful!

I will always reblog Sam smiling

I don’t care if it’s Chuck or Jack, or true love’s fucking kiss, someone better fix Cas.

4.01 // 12.23

Jared with Odette…. he’s so happy and in love. @pinknerdpanda @saxxxology @moonlitskinwalker

Monster

Title: Monster

Characters: MoC!Dean, Reader, Sam

Pairings: Dean X Eventual Reader

Summary/Prompt: Dean struggles to deal with the Mark of Cain. Is it too late for the reader to help?

Word Count:  2582 (without lyrics)

Warnings:  Angst, mentions of blood and violence, self-deprecating!Dean

A/N:   Written for my Song Challenge. I chose the song Monster by Skillet. Please let me know if you like it, I crave feedback like that goat craves those minerals (is that still a thing?)

The secret side of me I never let you see I keep it caged but I can’t control it

I hate this thing. Hate it. I’ve felt different ever since the damn thing landed on my arm. It’s pulling at everything I am, destroying me bit by bit. I can feel it. Sammy’s not stupid, I know he sees how much this damn mark has affected me. I thought it was the only way to stop that sonofabitch Abaddon. I hadn’t stopped to think about what the consequences would be.

Now that she’s dead I can feel myself slipping further and further away. The real me, my true self, getting buried beneath the man the mark wants me to become. I lose a bit more of myself every day, and I’m starting to wonder if maybe I want to let it destroy me. It’s getting harder and harder to remember. To hold onto the things I had once cherished.

I’m losing myself, and no matter how hard I try, I just can’t stop it.

But maybe I don’t want to.

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so, tumblr gave me the wrong idea about supernatural