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Can we get a captain syverson x male reader x dean winchester poly ship fic where sy comes home to his boyfriends dead asleep on the couch and wakes them up with kisses and cute shit. can turn smutty if you like.

We may get a Captain Syverson and Dean Winchester in one

Captain-Hunter Warmth

It’s always a sight for him whenever he gets to go home to his partners. You and Dean greet him with kisses, hugs and then cuddles, sometimes you both decide to do a surprise for him.

But tonight, he didn’t get any of those things as he returned home quite late. So, all he got was the faint sound of the TV going.

“(Y/N)? Dean?” Taking his shoes off and leaving his bag at the door, he walks into the lounge to see the TV’s light illuminating the room, it being the only light source.

Just as he was about to leave, he noticed that the couch was pulled out into the pullout bed. He took in the view of you and Dean cuddled up underneath the giant blanket.

Syverson presses his lips over Dean’s face, stirring the Winchester awake. Green eyes blink themselves awake to see his Captain of a boyfriend.

“Hey.” Dean reaches his arms up, wrapping themselves around Syverson’s neck. A tired smile is on his face.

“Hey, sweets.” Syverson presses his lips against Dean’s, feeling the small vibration of Dean’s hum. “How’s (Y/N)?” He mumbles against his lips before looking at your sleeping figure.

Dean places his arms back down to his sides and looks at you. “He’s good. We both missed you.”

“I’ve missed you two as well.” Syverson shuffles to stand over you, his body is leaning against the back of the couch. “Baby.” He leans more forward to press his lips against the side of your neck.

Pressing more kisses all over your face, the fluff of his face begins to stir you awake. Slowly waking up and with your eyes still closed, a hand of yours reaches up to bury itself in his beard. He feels a slight tug at it, meaning that you want him to come down.

“Let me go get changed, darlin’. I’m all sweaty.”

“Never stopped you before,” you mumbled tiredly.

Him and Dean chuckle, knowing it’s quite true.

Syverson knows that you’re not gonna let go of him, so he loosens your grip to strip out of his clothes until he’s in his underwear.

Dean moves more to the side, bringing you with him to let Syverson be on the other side of you.

Once under the covers, Syverson turns you on your side and brings your body back against his chest.

Your hand rests itself on Dean’s hip, hand tugging on his hip. He chuckles lightly, bringing his body closer to yours.

Seconds, if not, a minute later, your body has lulled itself back to sleep, loving the double heat that your boyfriends give off.

Supernatural Tags: @spnfanboy777 @acetrid

Hey hey if you’re looking for some quick fluff to write have a Dean x trans male reader where dean finds out the reader was wearing their binder too long and helps the reader out of it before just cuddling and helping the reader feel more comfy

Your request is finally here. I’m so sorry that this took too long to fulfill

Sitting across from Dean, he watches you slip a hand under your hoodie to adjust your binder as it has slipped up. “Have you taken a break?” He asked, getting your attention.

“Yeah, I’ve eaten and whatnot.” You shrug, going back to researching. “You know what I mean, baby.” He leans back in his seat, a frown on his face.

Stopping with the research, you bring your hands into your lap and look down to them. Your fingers begin to fiddle with the bottom of your hoodie.

Without looking up, but hearing his seat scrap against the floor, he walks to you to pick you up and out of your seat.

His hands rest on your butt as your legs are rested around his hips, your arms around his neck and your head rested on his shoulder.

Knowing the corners that Dean turns, you know he’s heading to the bathroom you and him use.

Sitting you down on the closed lid of the toilet, he starts to run the bath, adding bubbles. You smile at that, finding it cute that Dean adds bubbles and nice smelling things to this sort of stuff.

As the tub is filling up, he kneels in front of you to peel your pants off, leaving you in your underwear.

When his hands grab the bottom of your hoodie, you cover them with yours. “Sweetheart, we have to take this off, so we have a nice bath. And without your binder, it’s nothing I’ve ever seen before.”

Taking your hands off his, you let him peel the hoodie off to throw it where your pants are.

Seeing the uncomfortable look on your face, he nudges his nose against yours. “Guess what?” Dean whispers.

“What?” You say in the same way.

“You’re having surgery in a few days.”

In the bottom of his eyes, he sees a smile on your face. He feels your hands grab his to bring them to the bottom of the binder.

Getting it off, Dean quickly takes his clothes off whilst you take your underwear off.

Dean’s the first one in the bath before you get in and lean back against his chest.

After a minute of silence, you ask him a question. “Would you miss me having breasts?”

Dean looks down to watch you play with his fingers as his hands are on your thighs. “No, I won’t. As much as I was a ladies’ man, I’m now a man who is taken by someone who is more handsome than he is, and I wouldn’t change it for the world. I’m glad I found you.” He presses his nose against the side of your neck.

Sitting on the bed, you watch Dean fish out a pair of sweatpants and one of his hoodies for you to wear.

Kneeling in front of you, he slips the pants on you. When he looks up to see you having an ‘awe’ look on your face, he asks what you’re thinking about.

“How you’re helping me through this and taking care of me, even though you don’t have to, 24/7.”

“Well, I’m not helping you through this and not taking care of you because I have to, I’m doing this because I want to and that I love you too much not to do this.”

Standing up to his feet, he presses a kiss to your chest before slipping on his hoodie on your body. “Now, it’s time for some Dr. Sexy, snacks and cuddles.”

Do You Wanna Build A Snowman? (Dean Winchester)- Drabble

Dean x reader 

Summary: The reader has never seen snowfall.

Word Count: 546.

Warnings: FLOOF, freakin CUTE Dean Winchester.

“So you’re saying you’ve never seen snowfall?” Dean asked for what felt like the hundredth time and you shook your head.

“For the last time Dean I’ve never even seen Snow. Why is it so unbelievable?” 

“It's not unbelievable. Its just that you love winters and Christmas and it's sad that you’ve never seen snow.” Dean said with a frown and you got up from your chair to sit on his lap.

“Aww, it's okay. I’ve always wanted to build a snowman when I was a kid, you know. It rarely snows where we lived and the one time it did, I wasn’t there.” You said with a pout leaning back on him.

 “Well, one more thing for us to do together for the first time.” His comment made you giggle and you placed a small peck on his cheek.

A few nights later you were sleeping in your bed when Dean came rushing in in the middle of the night.

“Hey Y/n, get up.” He said leaning over you and shaking you slightly. You groaned out in reply and looked at the clock.

“It’s three in the morning Dean, what’s up?” You asked; rubbing your eye, a little irritated with the older Winchester for waking you up at such an unpleasant hour.

“Come with me.” He said with a big grin.

“What? Where?” You asked.

“Just come with me.” He said pulling you on your feet and you shivered as you felt the cold against your skin. You quickly put on your sweater.

“It's three in the morning, and it’s really cold, so this better be good, Winchester.” You said in a warning tone as he led you out of your house. 

“Oh you’re going to love it, sweetheart.” He replied excitably.

You were about to say something but right when you stepped outside your mouth was left hung open and your eyes widened in shock.

It was snowing.

You looked up at the older man who was giving you a shit-eating grin with tears in your eyes. 

“Oh my god, Oh my god!” You exclaimed as you ran out on the snow with your arms wide open. “Oh my god Dean, it’s Snowing.” You giggled loudly, making him laugh at your cute reaction. He walked closer to you and you stopped moving.

“This is so beautiful.” You beamed as he took your hands in his. 

“I know. Its really beautiful.” Even when he said that his eyes never left yours.

“Thank you.” You said.

“Don’t thank me. I didn’t make it snow.”

“But you came to my house at three am to tell me it's snowing.” You said, making him laugh. 

“It's not the only thing I came to tell you.” 

“What else do you wanna tell me?” You looked in his eyes. 

“I came to tell you that.....I love you.” 

It felt like a dream. The Snow. Dean Winchester confessing his love.  It all felt like a dream. 

“I love you too.” You replied. It only took those four words for him to grasp your face and bring your lips to his. It was short but the most sweet and sensual kiss you’ve experienced in your life. He gave you one last peck before pulling away.

“Y/n?”

“Huh?”

“Do you wanna build a snowman?” 

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@akshi8278​

Rescue Mission(ReaderxDean)

A/N: Guys this is a supernatural imagine/one shot. i have inspiration.. so yah. Also i’d like to say thank you to Winchesterimagine for following this blog!.Please dont spoil spn for me.. im only up to the second episode of season four.. im slow. 

Wordcount: 1681

pairing; ReaderxDean

Warnings: blood, swearing, another djinn, and i don’t know what else

*THIS IS SET AFTER THE EPISODE IN SEASON TWO WITH THE DJINN. IT’S NOT AN ACTUAL EPISODE, THIS COMPLETELY FROM MY IMAGINATION. THE WINCHESTERS AND BOBBY BELONG TO THE CREATORS OF SPN.*

You had been visiting Bobby for a few weeks. He was like your father and every chance you got, you visited. Right now, you were scouring the local papers for a case. You were humming as you circled words in articles, your feet propped up on the dining room table and your back was leaning back against the hard wood of the chair. 

Bobby was on the phone to the Winchester brothers ,he was telling them information about a case, reading the facts from his own journal.You knew them quite well, hunted with them a more than a few time and bonded with them easily. You stretched with a slight grunt as your eyes skimmed the paper. Your lips turned up into a satisfied smirk as wrote down the address you circled. 

After shrugging on your leather jacket, you slid the flask of holy water into your inside pocket. You hid a knife in your boot and your gun in the waistband of your jeans. You bounced over to Bobby and kissed his cheek. 

“I’m going to check this out, say hi to the boys for me” You whispered slightly, picking up the keys to one of Bobby’s cars.

He nodded in acknowledgement and diverted his attention back to the book, reading out more facts for Sam and Dean. 

After some time of driving around, you found the address. The house didn’t look too threatening..just run down..if the windows weren’t boarded up you’d think it was occupied. 

You snuck around the back of the house, wading through the thorn bushes. You had your left hand on your gun and your right had gently nudged the door ajar. 

Your eyes wend wide at what you saw. The creature was tying a knot in the binding that were holding up a limp body. The creature adjusted the blood drip before smirking. It was a Djinn... exactly like the one the Winchesters found. 

You silently crept into the room, your feet making light, delicate steps. You held your breath and cringed as your phone decided to blur out your ringtone. The Djinn snapped around and reached out for you as you grabbed your gun, you were too late. He put his hand to your head,a blue light emitting. No matter how hard you fought, your eyes failed you as they slipped closed and your body went numb and limp...

It had been roughly two days and Bobby hand’t heard anything from you. To say he was worried sick was an understatement, he had called you hundreds of times. 

Bobby looked over your research and nodded to himself. He knew who to call.He picked up his mobile and scrolled through the contacts, landing on Sam Winchester. He tapped his foot impatiently as it started to ring. 

Meanwhile, the brothers had just gotten in from a hunt. It was around 1 A.M when Sam’s mobile rang. Dean looked over in confusion as looked at the caller I.D.

“It’s Bobby” Sam mumbled as he clicked the green button and put the phone to his ear. “Hey Bobby..”

Sam listened carefully. “Sam, Can you get Dean to call Y/N for me.. see if she answers?” Bobby’s voice was rushed and it was evident that he was panicking. 

Sam looked up and turned to Dean. “Dean, call Y/N” He said with his eyebrows furrowed. 

Dean was sat on the edge of his bed when he dialed your number, getting no answer just like Bobby. He looked up and shook his head at Sam, he too becoming concerned.

“Bobby theres no answer, what’s going on?” Sam stressed. 

“She went on a hunt a few days ago, I haven’t heard anything since. I can’t track her phone but I have an address...Sam you gotta bring her back..” Bobby’s voice wavered slightly, he wanted you safe.

After promising Bobby he and Dean would find you, Sam stood and looked on the web for the address Bobby had sent. Both of the boys had started on more research, their plans to rest were long forgotten. 

“Sammy, I think I know how to get here..” Dean mumbled as he ran a hand through his matted hair.

Sam looked at his brother through tired eyes and nodded, “Dean, we can go after we’ve gotten some sleep. It’s not healthy for us” Sam snapped, standing to get ready for bed.

“No, we can’t. This is Y/N we’re on about,Sam!” Dean skimmed over various papers and froze, “Son of a bitch!” 

Dean’s fist hit the table, his cup of coffee spilling out the mug.

“What? You can’t tell me you still have a thing for her..” Sam teased, his eyebrow raising, not noticing his brother reaction until he snapped.

“It’s a Djinn..Sam there’s another one of those bastards! If we don’t go now, she’ll be drained!” Dean shouted as he stood, the keys to his baby in his hand. 

Sam nodded silently and began to grab the weapons. 

You knew what you had to do to get out of the wish-verse. You knew you had to try and wake yourself up..but you didn’t want to. You didn’t want to leave.. you felt safe. 

Your parents were there, John Winchester was alive still and most of all there was Dean. You hadn’t expected it at first but it was what you supposedly wished deep down. 

In the Wish-Verse, you had a family. Everything was perfect and no way did you want to leave. You knew you should wake yourself but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it...

Dean skidded the car to a stop outside the run down building. He wasted no time in grabbing his weapons as he rushed to the back of the house. Sam took one side and Dean took the other. 

“Please be here, Y/N” Dean whispered quietly to himself as he crept up to look through the door, it still being slightly ajar from where you pushed it just days before. 

Sam nudged his brother slightly and pointed to the floor boards. Laying there was your mobile, right at the bottom of where your feet dangled. 

Dean grimaced when he saw you. Your face was pale,lips slightly blue and your eyes sunken into your skull. Your arms were still raised above your head, the bindings on your wrists hoisting you off the ground. There was dried blood around the needle in your neck, the blood being syphoned into the blood bag.

Dean was about to make a move when Sam stopped him. The Djinn walked into their eyeline and tilted your head up as you started to flinch your limbs unconsciously. You were weak, if the boys didn’t get you out now you weren’t going to last another day. 

“There is something about your blood that’s so delicious” It mumbled, reaching for the bag.

That’s when the boys attacked Dean let Sam shoot the Djinn in the shoulder, causing it to kneel down, he then shot it between the eyes. Sam’s face was hard, his jaw was clenched as he shot it once more.

Dean shook you slightly, trying to rid you from your dream. Sam looked over, his expression sad. 

“Y/N, come on! why haven't you woken yourself up already.. please.” Dean pleaded as he shook you harder. 

He reached out and flicked your forehead, hard enough to jolt you out of the wish-verse and back to reality. Your heavy eyelids opened slightly and you managed a slight twitch of your lips as you looked into Deans green eyes. 

“Y/N..oh god..” He frowned and quickly cut you loose, he pulled the needle from your neck, apologizing when you winced. 

Sam helped Dean catch you as you fell into his arms. “Dean we need to get her to Bobby.. fast!” He said hurriedly as he grabbed the bag of your blood.

Dean lifted you gently and nodded to Sam. “You’re driving” Was all he said. 

Dean sat with you in the back, checking your pulse every two minutes and stroking your hair. He wouldn’t look away from you. His calloused thumb brushing back and forth over your blue lips. 

Bobby had been able to fix you up, the boys had stolen supplies from the hospital to get your blood back in you. You were actually awake when Dean walked in and shut the door behind him. 

“Dean..” You smiled weakly, your energy still wasn’t back yet. 

Dean didn’t say much, he just sat in the chair next to your bed and reached for your hand. “You scared the hell outta me back there, Y/N” He whispered quietly.

You squeezed his hand tightly and nodded.

“Y/N, I don’t get it.. you knew what you had to do to wake up.. why didn’t you?” Dean looked up, his eyes were filled with unshed tears.

You immediately felt guilty, you didn’t want to admit that you wanted to stay in the wish-verse but you knew you had to. You let your tears fall, a sob trapped in your throat. It was everything you had ever wanted in that fake life.

“I didn’t want to wake up, I didn’t want to leave” The broken sob left you and as it did, Dean’s heart shattered.

Dean shuffled into the bed beside you and pulled you protectively into his arms. He stroked your hair and rocked you back and forth, trying to calm you down.

“Why? Why didn’t you wanna leave, Y/N?” He whispered against your hair.

You didn’t want to tell him that you had a family and that he was a part of it. You couldn’t bare his reaction. 

“Because I had everything I ever wanted” You whimpered as another sob rolled through your body.

“Shh...Shh..I know...I know what it does. Y/N, You,Bobby and Sammy...you’re all I got. Don’t make me lose you too..” Dean tightened his grip. “Especially when-” Dean stopped himself.

You looked up at him curiously. He looked down at you and gently took your face in his hands. You weren’t sure if you imagined them or if he actually said the words, they were so quiet.

“Especially when i’m in love with you”

Part two? just request it.

Guys I promise

Okay so here I am apologising to you all for a delay in part two of my dean fic. I have been busy with school and sorting out my room, funerals and christenings. The whole nine yards. I'm trying to get back into the flow of updating and posting Fifa once a week so if you have a request just send it over. ALSO. I want to get to know my followers so please talk to me I won't bite this time I promise

Hesitant Green Eyes ( Rescue Mission pt2, DeanxReader)

Part I

A/N: Guys this is a supernatural imagine/one shot. i have inspiration.. so yah. Also i’d like to say thank you to Winchesterimagine for following this blog!.Please dont spoil spn for me.. im only up to the second episode of season four.. im slow.

Wordcount: 

pairing; ReaderxDean

Warnings: swearing,maybe smut.., mentions of a praise kink?  , and i don’t know what else

*THIS IS SET AFTER THE EPISODE IN SEASON TWO WITH THE DJINN. IT’S NOT AN ACTUAL EPISODE, THIS COMPLETELY FROM MY IMAGINATION. THE WINCHESTERS AND BOBBY BELONG TO THE CREATORS OF SPN.*

After those words had spilled from Dean’s mouth, he left. He and Sam still camped out at Bobby’s but you rarely saw them. 

Today was a good day, you felt normal again. You felt healed and you should after a week of resting. Your mind never rested though, Dean was occupying it. 

You woke from your peaceful sleep by a thudding against the bedroom door. A groan slipped from your lips as you rolled over and tried to muffle the sound with one of the many pillows on the bed. You shoved the cream coloured, decorative, pillow over your head and closed your eyes again. 

Unfortunately, whoever it was didn’t get the hint. You heard the feet scuffing along the wood floors, getting closer to the bed. After a small peak out of the pillow, you saw the long, messy, brown hair and instantly knew who it was, Sammy. 

You grunted and launched the pillow in his direction, Causing a soft thud and a chuckle to sound through the room. 

“Y/N, get up. I’m taking you to breakfast” Sam said gently as he slowly inched his hand toward your shoulder, his long fingers splaying across your skin. 

You grumbled and lifted your head, your hair falling in your face as you glare up at Sam.

“You never take me for breakfast,Sam.” You groaned, your voice scratchy. “What gives?” 

Sam just shrugged, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smile. “Can’t I do something nice for once?” He flicked your forehead as you sat up, keeping the bed sheet clutched around your body.

You brushed your Y/C/H from your face and rubbed your eyes, ridding them of sleep. You looked up at Sam and smiled gratefully. 

“Thank you, Sam.” You leant up and pressed a kiss to his cheek bone. “Let me just get ready..” 

You internally laughed as Sam took in the way you had the sheet clutched to your body, hiding your skin from him. A deep blush rose up his neck as he stuttered slightly to explain himself.

“I-I um, Y/N I didn’t realize that you were.. uh” Sam blinked rapidly as he backed away from your bed.

A laugh fell from your lips as he quickly left the room, leaving you to yourself. You quickly grabbed your robe and slipped it on. You grabbed the necessities and made your way to the bathroom, glancing at the guest room door with a small frown. You missed Dean. 

Shower time was thinking time. You thought about the countless times you had hunted with the boys, with Dean.. You wanted to speak to him but you didn’t know how. Your feelings for Dean had developed from a crush to full blown love. 

You closed your eyes as you massaged the shampoo into your hair and scalp. Your mind was filled with those green eyes, his green eyes. The way they watched you when you cleant your guns, the way he looked at you proudly when you sassed somebody, when you got something right. The way he praised you and looked at you made you want be good for him, just for Dean. Most of all, you wanted Dean to look at you like he looked at pie. 

You let out a slight squeal as someone opened the bathroom door, you were thankful for the frosted glass of the shower. You could just about make out a pair of bow legs and broad shoulders, the short hair was a give-away. 

“Dean!” You gasped, “Get out!” A deep chuckle echoed through the bathroom.

“Sorry, Y/N/N. I didn’t know you were in here” Dean laughed but didn’t leave.

He began to brush his teeth, using his free hand to rub the steam off the mirror. You listened for a few seconds, trying to hear if he left or not. Dean was looking in the mirror at the shower, your silhouette visible through the frosted glass. His pupils dilated as he looked at the curves where your waist went to your hips. 

Dean was caught off guard when you opened the shower door and peeked your head out. He pretended to look at his teeth in the mirror. 

“Dean, if you’re not going to get out, can you pass me the towel?” You asked quietly.

Dean inhaled sharply and turned around, “Not a please?” He grinned and reached out to grab the soft, brown towel.

A dark blush coated your cheeks as you felt his eyes follow a water droplet that travelled down your neck. 

Your voice came out as a whisper, “Please, Dean” You breathed.

Dean raised an eyebrow and outstretched his hand toward you. “Good girl,” He praised as you took the towel, noticing how your eyes darkened slightly. “Wouldn’t wanna forget manners” He winked and turned to exit the bathroom.

You leant against the tiled wall next to you, your breathing shallow. “ Oh my god..” You mumbled quietly. 

You sighed and wrapped the towel around you before stepping out of the shower. You looked at yourself in the mirror and ran your fingertips over the jagged scar on your left collar bone. You had gotten it on your first hunt, you just didn’t move quick enough. It messed with your self esteem allot. Always poked out of your shirts. 

You sighed and began to brush your teeth, one hand holding the towel tightly. You nodded to yourself and creaked open the bathroom door. You sprinted to your own room, ignoring the raised eyebrow you got from Dean. You dressed quickly in dark blue jeans, brown boots, a white polo shirt. 

Humming, You left your room with your leather jacket in your hands. You walked into Bobby’s dining room and kissed his cheek.

“Morning Bobby, Where’s Sammy?” You asked quietly as you sat yourself next to Dean. 

Bobby looked up from his paper and smiled, “He’s gettin’ ready, Darlin’” He mumbled before turning back to the article he was reading. 

Dean glanced at you, briefly looking up from his research. “Y/N, can you bring me back some pie?”

You nodded, hiding the brush that rose on your cheeks as you recalled the scene in the bathroom.

The corner of his lips turned to a smirk, his eyes catching your blush. He knew.

A sigh of relief left your lips when Sam entered the room. You abruptly shot up from your seat next to dean and bolted for the door. Sam’s eyebrow were raised in question as he followed. Once the two of you were seated comfortably in the Impala, Sam turned to you with a smirk.

“What is going on with you and my brother?” He questioned, his smirk only grew when you stumbled over your words.

Leaning back against the seat, you inwardly groaned.You knew there was a reason why Sam wanted to get you breakfast. It wasn’t out of the goodness of his heart at all. 

“Sam.. Nothing is going on..” You mumbled quietly. “There never will be” 

Sam quickly glanced to you in realization. “You like him?” Sam pulled over to the side of the road and shut off the engine. “Tell him” 

Your eyes widened as you stared at Sam as if he had three heads.”And get knocked down? Sam, he’s not the girlfriend type, okay..” You looked down at your hands, feeling your throat close slightly.

“ Y/N, He told me what he said to you. Dean’s feelings will never change towards you.” Sam sighed and started the engine again.

An hour or two later, you exited the Impala back at Bobby’s. A clang of something metal drew your attention to one of the cars in the yard. There you saw Dean’s legs poking out from underneath it. You slowly walked towards him, a small container in your hands. 

You stood at the ends of his feet. “ Dean..” you called gently

Dean slid out from under the car, sweat beads gliding down his face and neck. You felt your breath hitch in your throat as he stared up at you.

“Did you get my pie,Sweets?” He asked as he picked up a rag to wipe his hands of grease.

Breathless you held up the container in your hands making Dean smile praisingly at you. He stood slowly, a slight smirk on his moist lips. He was so close now. His hands raised from his sides to grab the container, purposely brushing his fingertips over your wrist as he took it from your trembling hands. He placed the pie on the hood of the car he was working on. He turned back to you, his eyes swimming with something you couldn’t identify.

“ Thank you,” He rasped. “ Why are you so good to me,Y/N” He said proudly.

Dean walked closer, his tongue darting out of his mouth to lick over his bottom lip, his eyes were roaming your body. Your chest was rising and falling in slight pants, you weren’t exhausted. You were effected by him. You tried not to let out a moan as he praised you, sinking your teeth into your lower lip as Dean’s left hand rose to tuck your hair behind your ear. Your thighs tensed, trying to stop the spur of arousal that coarser through you every time he touched you.

Dean let his hand lay on your chest, over your heart, feeling the fast thrum of your heart. “Your heart is beating so fast” He teased. “What’s wrong?” He asked even though he knew.

Dean knew you was reacting to him. The way he praises you, the way he looks at you. You stood silent, teeth still gnawing at your lip. You nearly choked on your breath when Dean ran his thumb over your bottom lip, unhooking it from your teeth. He loved it. Your flustered and bewildered expression. He stared at you bottom lip which was red and plump from your teeth. His right hand slid around your waist and pulled you flush against his body, his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear. A muted whimper left your throat as his left hand ran over the span of your stomach and to your hip, gripping it firmly.

“ You think I haven’t noticed?” His hot breath fanned against your neck making you shiver. “The way you respond to me when I tell you how good you are” Dean gently kissed your ear.

You raised your hands to grip his shoulders as he lightly pushed his pelvis against yours. “Oh my god.” Your head dropped into Dean’s neck in a result of his grinding hips.

“Aren’t you a good girl… Being so responsive for me” Dean growled lowly into your ear.

You put a hand on both of his cheeks and lifted his head so he looked you in the eye. “Dean, please” You panted. “ Please kiss me”

Your beg seemed to break his slow torture. Dean slid his left hand around your back to bring you even closer whilst his right hand weaved through your hair to hold your head firmly. He leant in slowly, his eyes locking with yours. He could see the lust in your stare. The way your breathing stopped and got stuck in your throat and the way your hands balled his black t-shirt in fists. Your lips were so so close. They just lightly brushed over each other ready to be sealed in a heat of passion, They were so close inching even closer when-

“Dean! I think we got a case!“ Sam boomed from Bobby’s porch, his eyes scanning the yard for him.

Dean cursed loudly and stood up straight. “For fuck sake,Sammy” He growled angrily. “ We will finish this later and that’s a promise.” He leant down and crashed his lips against your own.

He hurriedly moved his lips against yours. He didn’t want to have to wait hours or even weeks for a moment like this again. He knew that if he tasted you now, he wouldn’t be able to hold I off until later.

With that thought, Dean left you standing felling breathless and needy and standing in the yard.

Hahaha my Dean fic

Part three of my Dean fic is gonna literally be pure filth.... If you guys want part three?

Melting Touch (pt3 of the rescue mission series) deanxreader

Part 1. Part 2.

A/N: Its. About. To. Get. Hot. Guys please sent me requests as I have zero! You know this will be mostly filth, right? Like kinks and all..

Warnings: SMUT! PURE FILTH!, rough Dean, if this is a warning but Dean is in charge completely, touch refusal. If there is any that ive missed let me know. 

You were sat in the library helping the boys with their research. Dean was opposite you and Sam was leaning over Dean’s shoulder to read what was on his screen. Dean’s eyes weren’t on the computer though, they were on you. You were hunched over a book, one of your hands playing with the hair at the back of your neck and the other running along the pages of the book infront of you. His eyes were on your lips, the way you pulled your bottom on inbetween your teeth as you read. 

Sam watched his brother,having stopped mid sentence, knowing he wasn’t listening at all. He observed as his brother drooled over you. 

“Okay, Dean, are you done undressing Y/N with your eyes?” Sam groaned.

Your head snapped up, the blush creeping up your neck and painting even your ears. Dean blinked hard and cleared his throat. You looked up at Sam and glared slightly.

“Shut it, Sam” Dean grumbled as he watched you rise from the table.

You walked over to the tall man and reached up onto your tiptoes to kiss his cheek, only being tall enough to reach his jaw. Dean’s jaw clenched at the action, his eyes still not leaving you. You then shuffled over to Dean, rubbing your eyes tiredly. Leaning down, you placed your right hand on his cheek. His stubble was rough against your lips as you gently kissed his cheek.

“G’night boys” You patted Dean’s shoulder and shuffled your way to your room. 

Dean blinked and looked from the research to your direction making his brother laugh. “Dean, go” Sam smirked before starting to clear up the papers that were scattered around the table.

In that moment Dean launched up from his chair, practically sprinting to your room. He paced outside your door for a while. Dean didn’t know how to tell you how he felt but he knew he could show you.

You had just settled down in the sheets of your bed. Your night wear consisted of your panties and a flannel shirt that was held together by one button in the middle. 

You were so close to drifting off when you heard your door open and close, your hand inching under your pillow to land on the knife you kept. 

“Dean?” A light squeak left your lips as you felt the edge of the mattress.

A light chuckle sounded and you knew it was him. He slipped under the cover and nuzzled his nose into your neck, leaving light kisses on the exposed skin. A rough hand slid onto your thigh and pulled your back into a hard chest.

“ Dean” You giggled as his fingers tickled the inside of your leg. 

Dean’s soft lips trailed up your jaw, his hands were everywhere. You felt his hand run under your shirt and up your stomach. You turned your head to kiss him lightly, capturing his lips between your own. You lifted your hand to reach back and tangle in his hair but with a light swat to your thigh, Dean stopped you. 

“ Don’t touch me” He mumbled into your mouth.

You pulled away in confusion, turning to face him. “Why?” You asked, your voice small.

He tucked your hair behind your ear and trapped you against his body. “I can’t, I can’t find the words to explain how I feel.” He tensed, squeezing his eyes shut as he struggled to find his words so you took the chance to slide your hands up to his neck and weave your fingers into his hair.

His face relaxed and his eyelids freed the stress wrinkles. His lips parted as you tugged slightly. “I..” He breathed, as if he was having an internal battle with himself. “No, Please, just let me show you. I want to show you.” He grabbed your hands and held them between your bodies. 

Without another word, Dean sat up and lifted his shirt from his body. Dean stood from the bed and started to unbuckle his belt, his eyes locked on you as you pushed the sheets away from your body. Dean froze.

“Is that my shirt?” His voice was hooded with desire as he eyed the tatted flannel on your body.

You nodded silently and bit into your lower lip, watching as Dean hurriedly slid off his jeans. He crawled back onto the bed and gripped your thighs tightly in his hands and yanked your body down the bed, the shirt riding up your body. Your arms were spread out at either side of you as you watched the glorious man in front of you. He lowered himself down between your thighs, muscles bulging in his shoulders and arms. Your arousal pooled between your legs as Dean hooked his arms under your knees. He placed hot, wet kisses along the inside of your thigh.

Dean gripped your panties in his fists, your legs now over his shoulders. A light gasp sounded from your mouth as he tore them in half, taking them from your body to throw them on the floor. 

“I liked those” You whispered, suddenly going shy. 

Dean laughed and went back to kissing your thigh, he was so close to your core. You could feel his hot breath against your slick folds. Wherever Dean’s lips were left a scorching heat behind. He nipped and bit at each of your thighs, his fingers digging into your hips. 

Your eyes flew shut as you felt a smooth lick on your clit. A moan sounded through the room as he pulled it between his lips. You wanted to weave your hands through his hair but you couldn’t, you wanted to be good for him and stick to what the rule was; no touching. Your fingers gripped the bed sheets as your back arched, Dean’s stubble scratching against your thighs. Dean sucked harshly at the bundle of nerves, flicking tongue repeatedly over it.  You panted heavily as you moaned Dean’s name. You felt the tight knot in the pit of your stomach starting to slowly unwind. 

Dean trailed his right hand from your hip and down to your entrance, he gently teased it with his middle finger, grinning again when he felt you writhe beneath him. 

“Please, Dean” You gasped and wriggled your hips making him look up, his lips letting go of your swollen bud.

“Look at you, so responsive to me.” He smirked as he watched you claw at the sheets of the bed when he slowly sunk his finger into you.

He curved his finger, hitting your g-spot perfectly, making you let out a loud cry. He removed his finger, trailing it up your body leaving a wet trail of juices behind. His long, rough, fingers landed on the button of the flannel and quickly opened it, letting the shirt fall open at your sides. 

A rosy blush fell upon your cheeks as he trailed his eyes over you, taking his time to memorize every piece of the goddess splayed out before him. In his eyes you were beautiful, even your flaws. He ducked down and kissed just above your belly button. His hot mouth moving up your skin, stubble scratching along the way. Calloused hands gripped hard at your thighs, fingers digging in hard. You panted heavily when his mouth wrapped around your nipple, his teeth sinking into your flesh. 

A cry of pleasure came from you making Dean twitch in his boxers. He groaned slightly and rubbed his erection against your thigh. He tugged on your nipple so it scraped on his teeth, goose bumps arising on your skin. You bucked yourself into him, eager to feel him, to get him closer. Dean sat up,you laying on the bed, breathing laboured. He pulled his boxers off his body, his member springing up to his stomach. 

Dean gripped your legs again and hooked them over his shoulders before looking up at you, “Baby, I’m not gonna go gentle..” He warned as you leant up on your elbows.

You locked eyes with man and nodded, “I don’t want you to be” 

Your legs fell to his sides as he moved forward to capture your lips with his own, his lips moving fast against yours. He reached down and gripped his girth in his hand, rubbing just the head between your folds. He hissed slightly and bit on your bottom lip, sinking his teeth in hard making you moan.

He waited for your nod of consent before he drove in, all in one. He stretched your walls, not giving you time to adjust before he drug back and drove back in again. His pace slowly picked up, the penetration stirring your arousal deeper and deeper. Your hands inched towards Dean’s hair but he stopped you by pinning your wrists to the mattress either side of you as he snapped his hips back and forth at an incredible speed. 

You writhed beneath him, a moaning mess. Your hands were clenching into fists, eager to grip anything. The pleasure was intense, his thrusts grew animalistic, pounding you with such a force that the bed was slamming against the wall. 

Dean’s lips parted as he moaned, a heavy sheen of sweat embracing his chest. “Y/N, Come on baby” He coaxed. 

You were on the edge, so close with him hitting just the right spot inside you. His thrusts grew sloppy and you clenched around him, squeezing him tight and feeling him throb. 

He drew back again and snapped his hips forward harshly, hitting that knot in your stomach and making it unravel. You screamed Dean’s name as your back arched and your legs shook. Your orgasm took over you, your whole body heating up like a fire. You felt Deans seed fill you as he shouted and let go of your wrists, his head falling into your neck.

You both panted as you came down from your high, Dean not moving from you. His head layed on your sweaty chest, your hand coming up to stroke through his hair.

“I love you, Y/N” Dean whispered, “Don’t leave me” His hand gripped your free one and held it over his heart, it pounding wildly against his chest.

You smiled softly down at him before answering. “I love you too, Dean” You closed your eyes, relaxing. “I won’t leave you, I need you too much”

So! That’s that finished! I’m sorry it’s so short.. my smut writing is shit. And yes there has been a change of username! I am taking requests!

Y/n in a bad Russian accent : why is everyone afraid of love

Y/n : * sneaks up behind dean* LOVE!

Dean : * shrieks *

Sam : * teaching y/n how to drive * okay you’re driving and you see castiel and dean walk into the road .quick which do you hit

Y/n : oh definitely dean I could never hurt cas

Sam: * messaging his temple *the breaks you hit the breaks

At an amusement park

Y/n : so what do you guys want to ride next

Dean : (points to castiel) I wanna ride that

Castiel: * chokes on ice cream *

Sam : could you maybe go one day without being gay

Dean : you’re asking for too much

Dean : screams

Y/n : screams louder to establish dominance

Cas : should we do something?

Sam : “observing” no I want to see who wins this

Y/n : FOUR MONTHS!

Sam : what are they talking about

Dean : it’s not that big of a deal-

Y/n : YOU STOOD BY AND WATCHED ME WATER A FAKE PLANT FOR FOUR MONTHS!

Y/n : English is wired “you ain’t shit” and “ you are shit” are both insults

Dean : but “you are the shit” is a complement

Sam : it’s 3 in the fucking morning

Dean : shit you’re losing a lot of blood quick what’s your type??

Y/n : green eyed dorky brunettes ,you

Dean : YOUR BLOOD TYPE!

Y/n : OH red!

Dean : I’ve been to hell!

Y/n : BIG DEAL

Y/n : I worked at a sunglass kiosk at the mall for four years!

Y/n : so not only have I been to hell but I was also assistant manager there!!!

*power goes out*

Sam : shit

Dean : I can’t see anything it’s so dark

Y/n : don’t worry guys I got this

*Y/n stomps feet sketchers light up*

Dean : ok then

Dating dean Winchester

Forehead kisses.

Loves your hair and anything you do with it.

Your biggest hype man

Praises you 24/7.

Always randomly stares at you like your everything because you are .

The only one who laughs at his jokes .

Loves seeing you in his clothes and it secretly turns him on.

Super protective and a little possessive.

Has a picture of you asleep on his chest as his phone wallpaper .

Winks at you any chance he gets.

Loves flirting with you and making you blush.

Always carries you like a baby even though you hate it.

Loves cuddling but won’t admit it.

You’re The only person on earth he shares pies with.

Always holds your hand anywhere.

Loves PDA even though you get shy sometimes.

Would do anything for you .

Fallows you around like a lost puppy .

Pretends to hate your music but secretly loves it.

A new nickname everyday but still has a special one just for you .

He’s a raging bottom for you;)

Always talks about you to Sam and cas.

Sam and cas being very protective of you because your deans world.

Secretly blushes when you complement him and won’t admit it.

Has inside jokes only for the both of you.

Showing you off to everyone.

The love he has for baby is nothing compared to love he has for you.

You’re the only person he trusts to drive baby.

Always tags along when you go shopping because he loves seeing you try on clothes for him.

Spoils the shit outta you.

Becomes a raging feminist after meeting you.

Tell me if y’all like this cuz I have so many ideas

Y/n : did you bring me here to die

Dean : obviously

Y/n : I can’t tell if you’re being sarcastic or not

Dean:y/n!

Y/n: what?

Dean:you keep kicking me in your sleep

Y/n:

Y/n:who said I was asleep