hi beautiful! this is my first time making a request, and I was wondering if you could do a dean x reader where dean is the gardener/mechanic/plumber of reader's father (who's very wealthy) and reader just turned 18 so she starts flirting with dean which is a little older than her? dean seems a little hesitant at first but then he submits to her charm lol. maybe reader is a little bratty and smart too. thanks! have a good day <3
Tho I’m sure Dean Winchester is more of a “eat the rich” kinda person, sure. Why not. I’ll add it to my request list.
It was supposed to be just a casual arrangement. Just a physical relationship between two consenting adults, that were not supposed to catch feelings for each other.
Well, easier said than done.
Casual sex meetups turned into dates, spending time together at your house, calling him when you needed some help with daily tasks, him picking you up from work or dropping you there… You two did the things lovers do.
And after a while, you started to catch feelings for the demon, started getting cligy, started being jealous of all those girls throwing themselves at his feet. Started wanting him to stay with you all the time, started tearing up because you missed him.
He was the only man that actually treated you good, that didn’t take advantage of you, that let you ramble about your feelings without telling you to toughen up or shut up. The only man that made you not want to die.
Dean started noticing your behavior, saw that you were getting sadder every day, he saw how you started clinging tighter and harder to him when the two of you would lay in bed together after another round.
Your heart was heavy, and you were scared to confess your feelings, terrified that he would leave without looking back. And you promised yourself every day that you would tell him no matter the consequences, you couldn’t hide it from him anymore.
But days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months… and you still didn’t tell him. You didn’t want him to leave you…
“Ah! Ah! Daddy that feels so good” you moaned while Dean pistoned his hips into yours, his hands holding your hips in a vicious grip that let his fingertips imprinted on your skin like a brand.
You were clutching the sheets tightly, your face buried into the pillow while Dean made sure to give you exactly what you needed.
Just when you were on the edge of ecstasy, ready to be thrown off into a pit of immeasurable bliss, he slowed down but reached deeper inside of you, a wave o pure pleasure rolling over both of you and making your skin prickle with goosebumps.
He was grunting and moaning behind you obscenely while reaching out to run his fingers through your hair and pull it harshly, making your head tilt back until you were staring in his eyes.
“If you want to cum, I wanna hear you begging for me, princess”
“Ah, Dean please”
“Dean? I thought I was daddy to you” he snarled and delivered a harsh slap to your asscheeks, “Now correct yourself and beg me if you want to cum”
Shamelessly moaning, you arched your back as much as you could to stick your hips to his, making him reach deeper into you, “Daddy please, please, let me cum. Please, I promise I’ve been a good girl”
“That’s my good little slut” he smirked and began moving faster and faster until you were on the edge again, screaming his name.
A bit later, you were laying in bed, wrapped in his arms tightly and cuddling yourself to his warm chest, sighing happily.
It felt so good to be in his arms, to have him kiss your hand like he truly loved you, have him brushing your hair away from your sweat-covered forehead and kiss your face all over. It felt like he truly loved you, which made it hurt even more.
Hot tears welled up in your eyes and started streaming down your heated cheeks, sobs escaping your lips.
“Baby? What’s wrong?” he asked and sat up in the bed, making you sit on his lap so he could look at your face.
“I can’t tell you” you whimpered, fully crying now as you tried to get away from him., not wanting him to see you cry over such a childish thing.
His arms quickly wrapped around your waist and brought you to his chest, holding you tightly while shushing you, “Don’t cry Y/N/N. Just tell me what’s the matter”
“You promise you won’t get mad?” you sniffled, stopping the struggle you were putting to get out of his arms and looking at him with big eyes.
He nodded reassuringly and kissed your nose, petting your hair to comfort you, waiting patiently for you to open up.
“Dean, I think I love you” you blurt out when a bit of courage filled your chest, looking at his face and searching for a reaction, a quirk o his brow, a smile or a frown… anything really.
Instead of saying anything, he smiled a bit and cupped the side of your face, bringing you closer to kiss you gently and sweetly while caressing the side of your face.
“Silly little girl” he mumbled against your lips and shook his head.
“Look, I get it if you want to leave and not see me again, like ever, but-” he stopped your rambling by placing his palm over your mouth, sighing deeply.
“I already knew it, Y/N. I just waited to see if you had the guts to tell me” he whispered, leaning his forehead against yours, green eyes boring deeply into yours.
“I don’t want you to leave me” you cried, wiping in dismay at the tears on your face.
He looked over to the side, his face deep in contemplation while he tried to form his answer.
Did he want to stay? Did he really want to leave you, and hurt you in the process?
“You think you’re funny, huh?” Jensen snarled angrily as he pinned you to the wall of his trailer as soon as the door was closed, his breath hot on your face.
Grinning, you bit your lip and nodded, sucking on the lollipop you had in your hand.
“You think teasing me all day long in front of everyone won’t have any repercussions? Do you know how hard I tried not to fuck you in front of them?” he slammed his fist on the wall next to you, making you flinch a little, “You’re a fucking brat”
“Calm down, grandpa” smirking teasingly, you moved away from him, putting a bit more sway to your hips while stepping away, “I was just having a little fun”
“Having fun?” he scoffed and rolled his eyes, his hands going to his belt and taking it off, “I guess it’s my turn to have fun then”
Your breath caught in your throat and you froze for just a second as you watched him sit down roughly on the couch and pat his thigh, “Take off your skirt and get here now. Don’t make me repeat myself, princess” he said in his darker, deeper voice (imagine Demon! Dean’s voice), watching you steadily and seemingly calm, but his eyes were revealing his anger.
After you understood that you had fucked up, you nodded slowly and took off your shoes and skirt slowly, putting them on the bed before you walked towards him and bent over his opened, thick thighs.
“Finally listening to me, hmm? You didn’t seem to hear my warnings earlier” he said and a brisk but hard slap was delivered to your right asscheek, making your breath hitch in your throat and your skin burn.
“Did you think you’d get away with it just because there’s people around? Well, guess what, princess. Everyone left so we have all the time in the world to correct that behavior” humming, he pulled your underwear down your legs roughly and got a hold o his belt, “You get 50 slaps or that behavior, baby. Now be quiet and count”
“Yes sir” nodding, almost in a daze, you grabbed the pillow o the couch and squeezed it in your hand, getting ready for the ass whooping.
“Good girl. Now count ‘em”
“One” you croaked when the first smack landed on your ass, biting your lip to keep yourself from moaning.
“Fifty” you cried out while biting your finger to prevent yourself from moaning too loud.
“Good job baby. You did good” he praised and let the belt land on the floor, his cold hands settling on your heated skin to soothe the sting, “That’s my good girl. You ever gonna do that again?”
You sighed and closed your eyes, grinning at his question, “Maybe”
“Fucking brat” he pinched your butt and shook his head, smirking while taking you in his arms, minding your sore behind while making you sit on his lap, “What am I gonna do with you, hmm, little girl?”
“Rail me and put me to sleep?” you mewled and buried your face in his neck, nipping at the skin.
“I don’t think that sweet butt of yours can take it” he chuckled and shook his head, his hand cupping your cheek and lifting your chin up so you could stare in his eyes, “But I think you can make it up to me for being a brat, and then I’ll return the favor” he husked, his eyes hooded and dark while his thumb slid down your lower lip, pressing up against it.
Taking the hint, you nodded and opened your lips, sucking his thumb between your lips obscenely.
Rumbling low in his chest, he took your hand in his and kissed you deeply, his tongue entering your mouth before he helped you get on your knees in front of him.
“Take that off” Michael ordered in his deep voice, so slowly and acutely that it made your skin prickle with goosebumps.
He was sitting on a leather chair, watching you closely with that penetrating look only he could muster. Lips slightly parted, eyes hooded and his hand laying on his thigh while the other one held an expensive wine glass. His tie was hanging on his shoulders, undone just like his button up.
Everything about him was so intense that your hands trembled lightly when you began unzipping your dress, letting slip off and hit the floor. Stepping out of it, your folded your hands in your lap and looked at him from under your lashes, waiting for the next command.
“Good girl. Now come here. I don’t have enough patience today” he husked while letting his glass sit on the marble floor, his hand patting his thigh as he parted them to make space for you.
You felt lightheaded, intoxicated, almost high on the feeling of him, not feeling your footsteps heading towards him and sitting on his thigh.
His calloused hands landed on your hips and made you sit on his lap properly, your chest heaving in front of his face, flushed red with fluster.
“Mhm, such beauty. You shouldn’t keep it hidden from me, should you little one?” He hummed, his hands sliding up and down your waist slowly, grabbing your hips and playing with the hem of your peach pink panties, teasing it.
“No sir. I shouldn’t” you shook your head obediently and took your hands behind your back, unclipping your bra and taking off, before throwing it on the floor carelessly, your arms wrapping around his neck.
“Very good. Someone wants to get a reward today” Michael mused, a light smirk on his face as he watched your breasts bounce out of your bra before he buried his face in your neck, kissing and nipping at the skin.
His hot breath on your neck, the light stubble ticking your skin and arousing your senses, his big hands on your thighs and the possessive touch of his lips made your core ache in need, slick pooling in your panties. Whining in need, you left your head fall back slowly and closed your eyes when he began licking down your chest, his hands kneading your ass roughly.
“Needy girl. Whining all the time. Use your words and tell me what you want” he demanded, his hands now palming and squeezing your breasts as he sucked your already hard nipples, making you moan loudly.
“I want you to fuck me. Please, Michael” obscenely moaning now, your hands moved to the back of his neck to pull his hair tightly, rubbing yourself on his lap to get some friction in your aching core.
His hard cock rubbed against your clit, and he groaned deeply in his chest before snapping his fingers, making your underwear disappear and leaving you bare before him, “Take off my shirt and keep quiet if you want to cum tonight. The walls are thin”
You nodded, almost like you were in a trance and haphazardly took off his shirt, throwing it away and as soon as it hit the floor, his hand was between your legs, his thick fingers sliding between your wet folds.
“Ahh! Micheal please, please, please!” You whined as quietly as possible, throwing your head back, frustrated and ready to explode.
“I said be quiet, little girl” his left hand came down hard on your ass cheek, while the other hand that was between your fingers began toying with your engorged clit, pinching and pulling it lightly.
You sighed deeply and buried your face in his shoulder, sinking your teeth in your skin and biting the spot above his clavicle, trying to keep as quiet as possible.
He hissed at your bite and wrapped his arm around your waist, holding you tightly against his chest before pushing two of his fingers into your dripping cunt, parting and scissoring them inside of you, “What a greedy whore. Look at you, taking my fingers so well” he growled deeply and began pumping his fingers in and out, in and out until your walls were fluttering around his fingers, your breath hitching in your throat.
“That’s it, little one. Now cum for me. Be a good girl” his lips attached to your neck and he quickened the pace of his fingers, driving you closer and closer to your edge.
A few more strokes and you came undone, moaning quietly and grinding your hips against his hand desperately, a thin sheet of sweat covering your trembling body.
He took his hand away and sucked his fingers, closing his eyes and moaning at the taste of you, making you clench your thighs once again.
“Good job, little one. You did so good” he praised and wrapped his arms around you, bringing you in a hug before he kissed you deeply and sweetly, taking your breath away.
That’s what Dean saw when he looked into the mirror.
He exhaled a heavy sigh as his body started shaking, his hands curling into tight fists while forcing himself to look in his own drained, tired eyes.
All colour was sucked from his face, leaving his skin pale and rough, his overgrown beard an ugly contrast to his usual clean-shaven self.
For the first time, it was like everything has dawned on him at once. Every failure, every person he lost, every day he wished he weren’t born, every thought and every wish he had for a normal life came crashing over him like an avalanche of emotions he had buried deep into his chest, hiding it from everyone else and even himself.
The loss of his little brother made Dean almost feral with rage, thirsty for revenge and a ruthless killing machine. But it also uncovered the ripped, moving pieces under the held together appearance.
He paced, drank and tore his hair out. Desperate to find a way to bring Sam back.
He slammed his fist down on the sink and took a shaky breath before taking the bottle to his lips one more time to drain the remaining alcohol it had inside.
Slapping his own forehead, he tried getting the voices out of his head, tried to make them shut up, tried to clear the images in his head away.
He splashed water on his face and took a deep breath, telling himself to get it together, to stop drinking and find a way to bring Sam back, but surrendering to the darkness around him was much easier than pulling himself out of that state. Much easier than getting out there and having to face a worried Y/N who’d probably cry upon seeing him like this.
Raising his head slowly he forced himself to look in his own eyes, to face himself and everything he had inside, trying to recognize the man staring back at him.
Pure rage had taken over him and he snapped, punching the mirror and making it shatter in a million tiny pieces on the cold floor, some o the shards burying into the skin of his skin.
Losing all self-control he had, he ripped the sink off of the wall and threw it against the wall, smashed the TV against the floor and kicked the bedside table so hard it broke down, then started punching the wall until a hole had been created.
“Dean?” Y/N opened the door to his room slowly, gasping when she saw the wreckage.
Dean was too drunk on both rage and alcohol to hear her, too engulfed in pain to stop punching the wall or see the blood dripping down his arm.
“Dean, stop!” she yelled and barged in, grabbing his collar and dragging him away, making him look at her, “What the fuck are you doing?! You’re hurting yourself!”
He didn’t answer, only stared at you with teary, red eyes that told you everything you needed to know before his mouth even opened.
“Why are you doing this to yourself? Dean, I know it’s hard but don’t you ever do that again” you said softly this time and hugged him tightly, making his weight lean on you while his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, his face buried in your shoulder.
You felt his chest with shaky breaths, heard the quiet sobs before you felt the tears wet your shirt, before you knew exactly why all of this was happening, “Come on, let’s get you out of here” you mumbled softly and held the hand he hadn’t injured yet, dragging him slowly towards the bathroom to clean him and patch up the wounds he had.
The hot water ran down on both of your bodies in the silent bathroom as Dean sat on the floor and hugged his knees to his chest, slowly running his hands through his hair.
Slowly, you kneeled in front of him, making him lit his chin and look you in the eyes. It was the most heartbreaking look you had ever received n your life, it was like that of a child that faced the real world way too early. Taking his injured hand in yours, you slowly cleaned all the blood and dirt away with a damp rag, being careful to not hurt him; and he sat there and watched you silently, just looking at your face and letting you take care of him.
When you were done cleaning his hand, you took it to your lips and kissed it, “Please stop hurting yourself. Please just… ask for company when you don’t want to be alone. I hate seeing you like this” you nagged softly and cupped his face, making him look into your eyes, “Do you not know how much you mean to other people? How much they value you? Do you not know how much you mean to me?” your own voice was shaking with tears as you leaned closer to him, shaking your head, “I know you’re mad at yourself, that you hate yourself… but you must learn that there are people out there who love you and need you alive. We’ll find a way to save Sam, just, please… don’t waste yourself like this”
Fully crying now, you looked at him and waited for an answer, a reaction, anything. And when you were ready to give up on it, when you were ready to stand up from the shower, he grabbed your wrists and pulled you closer to him, kissing you roughly and hungrily, sucking the breath out of you.
He rested his forehead on yours and sighed heavily, sliding his fingers through yours and holding your hands tightly, “Please don’t leave. I just… I can’t…” he let out a heavy breath, “shit… if you leave me then I’ll be afraid of everything. I won’t be able to get out of this state, I won’t be able to do anything if you leave”
“I’m not going to leave you, Dean. I love you. I will never leave you”
“I love you too” he whispered and hugged you tightly against his chest, holding you there for a long time.
When he felt better, you and Dean headed towards your bedroom, both now clothed in pyjamas and cuddled in bed.
You were turning off the lamp when Dean turned around and laid on top of you, resting his head on your lap and sighing deeply.
“Better” he mumbled and nodded, his eyes closing softly.
You began stroking his hair affectionately, slowly massaging it to help him relax and maybe get some sleep for a while. After so many sleepless nights, he deserved to rest.
He deserved a break from the emotional turmoil, he deserved to be happy, he deserved to get out of that miserable hunter’s life, he deserved to get whatever he wanted to get.
But… life isn’t fair.
A/N: haven’t written angst in a long time. Have this.
Synopsis: Detective Winchester and Detective Y/L/N have always been the heart of N.Y.P. supernatural investigations department. What happens when Dean returns from an investigation in Italy and finds Y/N close to another guy?
Pairings: Dean Winchester x Y/N, Y/N x Liam Harris (romantic triangle)
“Please step back from the scene! This is an official investigation!” Liam shouted at the gathering crowd, spreading his arms out to keep the people away from the murder scene.
At the sight of this tall, scary man shouting to keep away, people started to walk away, mumbling under their breaths and rolling their eyes.
“People these days. So noisy” he muttered under his breath and walked back towards you, who was crouching down next to a pool of blood, “Got anything?”
“Not really. But it seems that the kid put up a fight. Witnesses say that they saw a middle-aged man fighting with our victim” you shook your head disappointed and stood up, pointing at Dean, “Detective Winchester is questioning the people living in the area right now”
“Did the witnesses see the attacker’s face?” Liam asked while handing you a handkerchief to wipe your hands
“Nope. He wore a cap and a blue hoodie” Dean walked towards you and Liam, seemingly irritated, “But they saw something on his hand. A Chinese dragon tattooed in red ink” he informed.
“So we’re looking for a 6 feet tall, middle-aged man with a dragon tattoo” you made a mental note and turned to Liam, “Do you think you can find anything with your… abilities, Liam?”
“Abilities?” Dean raised his brows, confused about what you meant.
Liam only shrugged, “Worth a try” he grumbled and sighed, closing his clear blue eyes, concentrating.
“What the hell is he doing?” Dean whispered, leaning closer to you, but in return, he received a “SHUSH!” and a light shove.
You always liked watching Liam use his special gift. It was something so amazing to see; how concentrated he was and the dedication he was putting in his work was just as rare as his abilities.
When Liam opened his eyes, they were a few shades brighter, a brilliant shine into them as he turned around and searched for any spirit to communicate with.
He turned his head towards a willow tree a few feet away and jogged there, seeming stressed and uncomfortable.
A few minutes later, he walked back, shaking his head in disappointment, “I got nothing. The spirit was that of a child that drowned in the lake 20 years ago. He didn’t want to talk to me”
Dean burst out laughing like crazy. slapping his knee as if Liam just said something hilarious, “Spirits? You talking to ghosts?” he cackled in disbelief, getting a look of disapproval from you.
“Detective Winchester…” you nagged, shaking your head at your colleague’s behavior. He was acting like a disrespectful child.
Liam’s face was stone cold, no expression graced it, but his anger was visible through his clenching fists, “Well if you are such a great detective, I’m pretty sure you already managed to get the piece of fabric that was ripped from the culprit’s hoodie by the victim, right?”
“Well… uhm” the other detective now stuttered, caught off guard by Liam.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought” Liam glared and took a sealed evidence bag out of his pocket, showing it to you, “Detective Y\L\N, if you’re done here, I’ll be waiting for you at the car. I’m gonna call Dr. Akira to check if she found anything weird with the body”
“Sure. You did well out here, Liam” you gave him a small smile and a nod, which he returned before giving Dean a threatening look and heading towards the car.
When you were sure Liam was out of earshot, you turned to Dean and slapped his arm, “What the hell was that?! You’re acting like a damn child!”
“What? I did nothing wrong!”
“Nothing wrong? Liam’s abilities are very useful for our department, and you go ahead and act like a jerk!” you shook your head and crossed your arms over your chest.
“Your abilities and mine are more useful than his are” Dean rolled his eyes and waved his hand dismissively at you, rolling his eyes.
To Dean, it just seemed like you were too nice to Liam.
About the abilities… The Supernatural Investigations Department (S.I.D) only accepted very skillful people in, and to get accepted, you had to be an ex-hunter, be born with abilities, or develop them by the time your training was done. You and Dean developed your abilities while you were still in the academy, but Liam was born with them.
You had the ability to manipulate people and bend them to your will, making them confess things they’ve done or said, while Dean was exceptional at tracking and following supernatural creatures, plus he had more experience because he grew into an unauthorized hunter family.
Of course, once you developed them. you were immune to other’s abilities when they were used on you.
“You are being disrespectful and rude towards him. You might as well want to correct that before I report you to the captain for aggressive behavior” you glared at him and walked to the car, where Liam just finished talking to Dr. Akira.
“Strict as always” Dean grumbled and sighed, running his hand through his hair. He didn’t like how close you and Liam were, and just wished Liam would go back to L. A so you and him could be close again too. He liked you.
“Did Dr. Akira find anything?” you asked Liam and entered the passenger’s seat
“Yeah. We should head to the forensic department. She’s sure this victim is different from the others” Liam nodded and put the key in the ignition, pressing the honk a few times to get Dean’s attention, who rolled his eyes and made a face, opening the driver’s door.
“Okay, hotshot. It’s my turn to drive” Dean said, urging Liam to get out of the seat.
“Considering the fact that this is my work car, we’re not taking turns. You either get in the backseat or walk” Liam retorted and grabbed the handle, slamming the door shut, raising his brows at Dean while giving him an expectant look.
Dean was fuming, cursing, and shaking his head while getting in the backseat.
You gave Liam an impressed look, giggling quietly at him, to which he winked while getting the car out of the parking lot.
A/N: I hope you guys enjoy this series! Comment if you want to be tagged in the next parts!
Detective! Dean Winchester x detective! reader x Liam Harris (o.c)
Synopsis: Detective Winchester and Detective Y/L/N have always been the heart of N.Y.P.D. supernatural investigations. What happens when Dean returns from an investigation in Italy and finds Y/N close to another guy?
For fuck’ s sake, stop following me if you’re a Misha Collins/Destiel fan. I do not tolerate him and the ship, so please just fuck off and find other blogs. I check who follows me so please, for the sake of my mental health….fuck off and away from my blog
Synopsis: Detective Winchester and Detective Y/L/N have always been the heart of N.Y.P.D. supernatural investigations. What happens when Dean returns from an investigation in Italy and finds Y/N close to another guy?
Pairings: Dean x Y/N, Y/N x Liam Harris (o.c)
Warnings: jealous! Dean, cursing, mutual pining, etc.
“Who’s the new guy?” Dean asked the receptionist as he watched you and him talk and laugh over a cup of coffee. The dude was tall, muscular, with black, slicked-back hair and he was really handsome.
“Him? That’s Liam Harris, the new detective. He transferred from L.A the day you left for Italy, sir” the woman answered as she registered Dean back into the database, “Every girl here wants to be with him, every guy wants to be him. And I don’t blame them, he’s kinda hot”
“New detective? They’re replacing me?” Dean asked curiously, looking at the scene one more time, not liking how close the two of you seemed.
“No, sir. They just decided he’d be a good addition to the team. Anyways, welcome back detective” the receptionist answered briefly before going back to her work.
Nodding at her, Dean grabbed his case report and walked to the chief’s office, grumbling to himself. He didn’t like the competition. And he didn’t like how close the two of you seemed to be…
“You should get a break, Y/N,” Liam said kindly as he walked into the investigation room with some snacks in his hands.
“You’re right” sighing, you took off your glasses and pinched the bridge of your nose, “My eyes sting from this damn screen”
Liam was an ex-hunter who had the ability to sense spirits, and he just got transferred from another unit. You and him met when you were in the police academy, training for your jobs, and ever since he was like a bigger brother to you. He was kind, smart, respectful, and exemplary at his work… you even had a crush on him back then.
“We’ll catch them, detective. Don’t worry” he gave a small smile and handed you your favorite candy bars, before leaning on a desk next to you.
“I hope we do. I just don’t want more gifted children going missing or getting murdered” shaking your head, you took a sip of your coffee, “That bastard even has the audacity to send us notes like he’s the Zodiac Killer or something”
“Guess you could use some help?” Dean walked into the investigation room, a small smirk on his face.
“Oh, you’re back” you smiled at him, “How did the case go?”
“Just a simple salt and burn, nothing I couldn’t handle” Dean said smugly and looked at Liam, who gazed back with the same look in his eyes. They didn’t even meet and there was already tension between the two o them.
“Liam Harris” the dark-haired detective introduced himself and offered his hand for a hand shake, “I’m the new detective in the team”
“Dean Winchester. I believe you already met our lovely Miss Y/L/N” Dean shook his hand back, and for a few seconds, there was a tense silence between the two men, a silent fight over supremacy.
“Me and her actually already knew each other since police academy” Lam stated before letting go of his hand.
“Oh, that’s great” the blonde man replied sarcastically and looked at you, “Do you have some free time, Y/N? Was thinking about taking you out for a coffee” Dean flirted, making Liam glare at him.
“Actually, I just had a coffee with Liam when we were on a break” you shrugged, catching the smug smirk from Liam and the returned glare of Dean, “You came back just in time, Dean. We have a case that could use your help”
“Really? What happened?”
“Gifted children go missing, get murdered. Your brother is investigating last night’s murder right now”
“Our killer is working fast. Three murders happened in the past three days” Liam added, sitting down on the chair next to you.
Before Dean could answer, an officer ran into the office, sweating and barely catching her breath, “Detectives … I just got a call… another gifted child was found earlier close to the Central Park”
“I need a field team in the park and another team at the hospital to check out the body” The captain of the team ordered, walking briefly into the room.
“I’ll go. I’m tired of working from the computer” you stood up from your seat and grabbed your gun, shoving it in your holster.
“Great. Anyone volunteering to accompany her?”
“I will!” both Dean and Liam said at the same time, shooting from their seats. They shared a glare and looked at the captain, who shook his head.
“Since I have more experience, I’ll go with detective Y/L/N” Dean said and stepped closer to Liam, giving him a threatening look.
“Winchester, you just came back. I’d say you get a break before going back on the field again” Liam retorted, not impressed on bit by Dean’s look, but returning the same glare.
“Enough of this. Kids are dying and you’re bickering like teenage boys. Both of you. go with detective Y/L/N” The captain raised his voice to break them apart.
They kept on bickering back and forth ever since you left the station, tripping over their feet to open the door for you or help you with stuff.
They were all the time at each other’s throats, either arguing, glaring at each other, or rolling their eyes at what the other said. Oh boy, was this gonna end bad…
I just saw your answer to not liking the feitished ship and I totally agree with you. JENSEN himself said the whole situation was too much and constantly rants about that. It's so tiring and those people really make part of this fandom highly problematic
Hi! Thanks for your ask.
As to give a background to why I dislike this ship, I’ll start by saying that when I first joined the fandom (8 years ago), I didn’t hate it. I was actually okay with seeing posts about the fetished ship, it didn’t bother me. But in time, people started getting very obsessed with the idea of Dean and Walking Angel Shit, and started preaching everywhere about the ship.
I really didn’t see any chemistry between them like many other people did. I really didn’t and I still don’t.
The friendship between Dean and the angel is toxic and pure abusive, both physically and emotionally.
I (and I cannot stress this enough) hate h a t e HATE the angel because he is such a fucking backstabber and a liar.
I also hate the fact that destiel shippers only loved Dean when he was nice to bitch ass Castiel.
When Dean wasn’t nice to him, and finally confronted him about all his fuck ups, the angel cried and ran, and Dean was suddenly a fucking monster.
My total hate for the ship and its preachers, along with Misha Collins, came when my friends started getting attacked. That was the last drop.
Coming back to your ask, I totally believe it’s okay to ship what you want, imagine what you want, write or draw what you want etc.
BUT DO NOT PROJECT YOUR IDEAS AND BELIEFS ON OTHER PEOPLE. THAT IS COMPLETELY WRONG.
Bullying others and calling them homophobic just because they don’t like your ship is not fair. That will not make them like the ship.
Jensen and the creators of the show said Dean is straight and that’s it.
Some of these people were not taught the difference between a friendship and romantic pinning, which shows through their picking on every little scene in this show.
“Ooh dean made eye contact with him, that means he wants to fu*k the angel” BULLSHIT.
I would die for my friends as well, I love them with my whole heart and we do have “gay moments” but that does NOT mean we are in love with each other. Making eye contact for 0.2 seconds with someone does not mean romantic pinning, being in love or so on.
I feel like I went off subject with this, but, anyways…
(Most of) the hellers need to stop attacking people, need to stop preaching around about the ship and need to mind their own fuc*ing businesses.
Conclusion is, ship what you want, but don’t harass other people about it.
If a destiel shipper, tries to bully my Tumblr friends because they don’t like their ship….I will personally set them on fire and beat them with their own bones.
That being said, I hope this clarified my hate for Destiel, Hellers and Misha Collins.
It's so nice to see a bi person who despises Destiel and hellers. You are amazing!
Hi nonnie! Thank you for your ask!
First off, I don’t necessarily “hate” them. Well, not all of them. I only despise the hellers who are rude, who bully other shippers, the non shippers and the new people in the fandom.
At this point in this fandom you can’t even have an opinion about des**** because some Heller is going to jump you about it.
I didn’t hate them that much before. But when they attacked my friend on instagram, called her names, told her (a person with sever anxiety and depression) to kill herself, and leaked her home and IP address on social media, I started despising them completely.
It’s just an imaginary ship, from a tv show and yet they get so wound up about it. New comers get scared and leave because of all this hate going around. Non shippers are probably avoiding fandom now because of them.
And don’t get me started with Misha Collins. I hate him and Castiel so much ugh…
Anon asked:I love love love your little omega fic. Would you ever do more for Demon alpha Dean and teeny tiny omega? Maybe something where we see how protective he is. Someone takes her and she can’t fight back cause she is so little and cause she is so little and delicate she gets hurt easily and that really pisses off Demon alpha Dean. I just loved it. Going to read your series fics now as I have read all your one shots. Hope you have a good day.
Warnings: cursing, fluff, protective Dean, violence, hurt! Reader, very very tiny Y/N.
You cried as you nursed your wounds on the makeshift bed you were sitting on. You had no idea where you were, what these people wanted from you, and why they did this to you.
They punched you, kicked you, and held you at gun point, and now you were left alone to die in a crammed, musty little room.
The rag you used to dab away at the blood on your lip felt like wires on your skin, and your cheeks were red from crying.
What did they want from you?
Suddenly, you heard gunshots being fired through the air, loud banging and yelling outside the room, and in fear you hid under the cover on the bed, trembling in fear.
A couple minutes of silence and the door was kicked open, heavy footsteps padding towards you.
It was Dean. Your alpha.
“Alpha!” You exclaimed relieved and crawled on the bed towards him, meeting him halfway in an embrace.
“Omega, are you hurt? Did they do something to you?” He asked as he held you in his arms and kissed your forehead, his scent finally changing back to his normal one.
“They hit me because I wouldn’t shut up. And I fell down the stairs when I tried to run away” sniffling, you rested your head on his shoulder while he wrapped your legs around his waist and carried you outside the room, “How did you find me?”
“It doesn’t matter now, baby. Let’s get home and I’ll tell you everything, okay?” He whispered and held out his gun, looking around alarmed.
“Can we go home now?” You asked weakly, hanging on to him for fear life and as if he could protect you from the whole world.
“We just have one more stop to make, and then, we’ll go home” he answered briefly, before turning a corner and going down the stairs.
The rest was mostly a blurr, you heard Dean yell something threatening, a man shouting back and then gunfire. The world suddenly came back to you when he put you on the floor in a corner, and you lifted your head in confusion to see him pointing his gun at a man.
“I see you finally found her” your kidnapper spoke.
“It’s my mate. What do you think?” Dean snarled in his direction, stepping closer menacingly, “I wanna know… what’s your deal, buddy? Do you have a death wish?… or are you just dumb enough to provoke me?”
“We have unfinished business, Dean”
“Well, then, let’s finish them now” Your alpha growled angrily and in two steps he reached the man, hitting him in the head with his head and grabbing his collar, smashing his head on the wall three times before he made him kneel in front of you.
“Apologize now” he said and kicked the man in the back, making him fall flat on his stomach.
“I ain’t going to say shit to this bitch” the man snarled and spit blood at your feet, making your eyes widen and lean back on the wall behind you.
“Hmm, very well then” Dean hummed and pulled out the first blade, pushing it through the man’s back and into his heart.
“Does it still hurt?” Dean asked as he cupped your face and looked into your eyes, while the warm water cascaded over the both of you.
“Only a little. It’s better now” you gave him a small smile and rested your head on his shoulder, sighing deeply and closing your eyes.
His hand ran through your hair and brushed it over your shoulders, staring deeply into your tired eyes, “I’m sorry you had to go through this because o me, omega… I should’ve stayed home with you that day” he apologized as he grabbed your hand and kissed it, placing it on his chest afterward.
“You didn’t know that it was going to happen, so it’s not your fault” shaking, your head, you tiptoed to kiss him, but since he was too tall for you, you only reached to place a kiss on his chin.
He chuckled, thinking you were adorable and shook his head, leaning down to lift you on his waist, your legs wrapped around it. He kissed you deeply and tenderly, so gentle that you could feel the love and the passion seeping through the kiss.
“I love you omega. I swear I’m not ever going to let anything else happen to you. I’ll kill everyone that tries to touch you” his scent was now all around you, giving a feeling of possessiveness, love and protectiveness, making you feel lightheaded.
Kissing him back and wrapping your arms around his neck, you smiled against his lips, “I love you too”
And he kissed you again and again, and again, as the hot water washed over both of your bodies.
Dean promised that night that he would protect you forever and ever, no matter what. And you felt it deep inside you. It was like he could keep you safe from all the bad things in the world.
@princesswagger17 requested: Maybe a Demon!Dean x reader where Dean is doing karaoke and does a duet song and picks the reader because he saw her sing early that night. Maybe dean asks her out at the end of the night and fluffy goodness?
Warnings: fluff, bar singer! reader, mutual pinning, song fic.
Every night he sees her singing at the same crammed bar at the corner of the main street. Every night he takes a drink and listens to her voice, sometimes soft, sometimes deep, sometimes high or low, depending on what song she’s singing.
He believes that the best song he heard her interpret was Back in Black by AC/DC. It was also his favourite song…so maybe that was the reason.
That night was the worst. He just finished another stupid job Crowley gave him, and, besides the fact that he had to so much work to do, Crowley still complained like a bitch.
‘Eh, he’ll shut up soon’ Dean thought as he drowned a glass of whiskey down his throat.
“-because you killed the client. I believed that I don’t have to read the whole…"Demon Deals” policy to you but it seems like I must!“ Crowley continued speaking— no, blah blah blah-ing about something Dean couldn’t give a shit about.
“Have you even listened to a single word I said?” The king of hell said exasperated, rolling his eyes at the demon.
“Nope” Dean gave him his signature 'I don’t give a shit’ grin and stood up, “Oh, look, karaoke night” he said and strolled off towards the stage, where he picked up the microphone.
The machine picked a random song, and it was a duet. Knowing that he had to pick someone from the crowd to sing with him, he thought for a bit.
Looking through the crowd, he searched for her. That y/h/c haired girl with y/s/c skin and y/e/c eyes. He saw her earlier that night and hoped that she didn’t leave.
And he spotted her, sitting at the bar and chatting with some waiters.
“You, foxy, come here” he said into the microphone as he pointed towards her, “Y/H/C haired sitting at the bar, com'ere sweetheart!”
Confused, you shrugged and stood up, strolling towards the stage and picking another microphone that a waitress handed you.
“Hey” the man made a winning smile at you, and you, amused by him, just laughed and nodded back as a greeting.
Him & I by Halsey and G-Eazy started playing, and you sighed a little. Great. A love song.
And you had to sing it with him. Each night you heard him sing and it sounded awful. Hopefully the song will end quickly. Fingers crossed.
The background music began to play and you looked at the man, who pulled a high stool for you and gave a small smile.
“Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover I’d never lie” you began singing, slowly sitting down on the stool.
“He said be true, I swear I’ll try, in the end, it’s him and I.
He’s out his head, I’m out my mind;
We got that love, the crazy kind.
I am his, and he is mine.
In the end it’s him and I” you finished the lyrics and the crowd cheered, clapping a little before the man before singing.
“My '65 speeding up the PCH, a hell of a ride
They don’t wanna see us make it, they just wanna divide
2017 Bonnie and Clyde
Wouldn’t see the point of living on if one of us died, yeah
Got that kind of style everybody try to rip off” the man sang and you were shocked a little. Every time you heard him sing, he sounded awful. Now, his voice was almost identical with the singer’s voice.
As the song went on, you couldn’t help but stare at him and take in all his features. He was really handsome, but had this dark aura around him… like something was off. It was like he wasn’t wearing his skin.
As he sang, he turned his head to you and smiled, giving you a small wink as the song finished.
Everyone in the bar stood up and clapped loudly, cheering and whistling your performance.
You bowed and waved, then turned to the man, smiling at him, “That was really good. Your voice is really nice”
“Thank you sweetheart. Yours isn’t bad either"he smirked and you rolled your eyes, shaking your head as you went to walk off the stage.
"Hey, hey, look” he rushed after you and grabbed your arm, making you stop and turn around, “I think we got off the wrong foot here. I’m Dean and I listen to you sing here everytime I can” he smiled and stretched his hand towards you for a hand shake.
“I’m Y/N and I heard you sing before. You sounded like a drunk cow who just got hit by a bus” you grinned and shook his hand back
“Well, you could say that” he chuckled and rubbed the back of his head before shrugging and putting his hands in his pockets, “Wanna go eat something?”
“I don’t know. You trying to kidnap me?” You laughed as you began walking towards the bar.
“Only if you want me to” he smirked and winked, making your eyes widen and stare at him in disbelief, “I’m joking, I’m joking. I’m just trying to get to know you, okay?”
“Hmm… fine. But not too long, I’ve got to be back at the bar in like, one hour” you agreed as you grabbed your coat and put it on.
“I don’t need too much time to make you fall in love with me” he chuckled
And that’s kinda how you began seeing this strange, but oh so handosme man. There was something about him that you needed to find out….wonder what that is….?
I love love love your little omega fic. Would you ever do more for Demon alpha Dean and teeny tiny omega?
Maybe something where we see how protective he is. Someone takes her and she can’t fight back cause she is so little and cause she is so little and delicate she gets hurt easily and that really pisses off Demon alpha Dean. I just loved it. Going to read your series fics now as I have read all your one shots. Hope you have a good day.
So glad you like my work! And yes I will be writing more for alpha! Demon Dean because I haven’t seen much fics for him. Also, your idea is very good, nonnie! I added your request to my list!
Synopsis: Detective Winchester and Detective Y/L/N have always been the heart of N.Y.P.D, supernatural investigations. What happens when Dean returns from an investigation in Italy and finds Y/N close to another guy?
Back at the hotel, you were pacing back and fourth in the room, slowly loosing your mind.
Youe dress has been discarded on the floor, your shoes long forgotten at the door and Dean’s jacket was thrown in hate at an innocent armchair, laying there like it was guilty of all the mess.
Was what Derek said true? Did Dean really lie to you and wasn’t your real mate?
But that was impossible. No one can fake the bond between two mates.
And the cherry on top… he was a demon?
You heard from your grandma and your relatives stories about them, but your mate… being a demon? That was too much. Way too much.
Before you even heard his fists pounding on the locked door, you smlet his scent… desperate and hectic, he was almost out of his mind.
You needed to get away from this man.
“Omega! Please open the door! Please, I can explain!” he shouted and thrusted his palms against the hardwood, trying to force the door open.
“Go away! I don’t want to talk to you!” you shouted back as you began packing everything you had in the room, ready to go back home any second.
“Omega, please. Listen to me! I lied, yes! But he lied too! If you just open this door I can talk to you and explain myself” came his desperate voice, and you did everything you could to restrain yourself from opening that door and throwing yourself in his arms.
The omega in you whined in heartache and betrayal, your instincts making it hard to keep being stubborn.
Dean let his head bump on the wood, sighing deeply. His hands were getting bloody from all the punding, his chest was aching with the thought of his mate wanting to abandom him, and the demon was thristy for revenge on Derek.
“Go away, Dean. I need time” you said softly, but loud enough for him to hear it, taking his jacket and clutching it to your chest.
“…Fine. Take as much time as you want but please… don’t leave” you heard his voice, which sounded more like a painful whine, and then, his dragging footsteps agaisnt the floor getting away from the door.
Did you really want to leave him?….
“This is all because of you!” Dean yelled loudly as he grabbed Derek’s neck and threw him down on the pavement, his anger bubbling in his chest.
People on the seafront stopped and looked at the scene. Two alphas were fighting in the middle of the night like two rabbid animals.
“What the hell, man?” one of Derek’s freinds screeched in shock when he saw his friend getting attacked by the stronger, intimidating alpha.
“Listen, wimp. If you don’t wanna get your guts served to you on a plate, I’d advise you get the hell out of here” Dean growled loudly at the beta, and the man took a look at the scene before scurrying away in fear.
Dean’s scent was too corrupted by the loud, murderous screams of the Mark to even indentify the alpha. The Mark mixed with the almost rut like state alpha created a killer most would fear and run away from at mere sight.
“What’s the problem, puppy? Did that bitch run away and now you’re all sad?” Derek mocked as he got himself off the ground, wiping the blood rom his split lip.
The street emptied immediately, leaving only Dean and Derek there, standing alone facing each other in front of the secret engulfed Black Sea, the Casino looming over their backs like it was the ultimate judge on thier fight for supremacy, the moon bearing the secret of the blood that was going to be spilled.
“You didn’t listen to my warning” said Dean as he stepped even closer to Derek, “You mocked me” he punched him, “You disrespected my mate and me” another heavy punch was delivered, making the opponent sway on his feet, “You insult her and make her scared of me” Dean grabbed him by the collar and smashed his head on the rocks that were guarding the railing, then threw him over it.
Derek’s body landed on the sand, coughing blood and holding his head. With a swift movement, Dean jumped over the railing and landed next to him, ready to strike him again.
The half dead man raised his fists in stubborness, sinaling Dean that he was determined to end this fight.
“You think you can keep me away from my mate? That she will run back to your open arms, away from the big, bad demon?” Dean spoke dramatically, laughing in mockery, “I warned you buddy, I really did. But you just don’t seem to listen. And now you’re going to pay for what you did to her”
A single, bloody hand rose from his side and implated itself in Derek’s neck, sqeezing away all the life in his body, “I’ll see you in hell, piece of shit” Dean spit at his face and pulled out the First Blade, burying it deep into Derek’s chest.
“What have you done?” Crowley asked annoyed as he looked at the corpse of your former alpha, laying on the sand in a pool of his own blood.
“The bastard deserved it. He scared my mate!” Dean, still rabbid with anger, yelled at the King of Hell as he wiped his hands off of the scarlet coloured liquid that bathed them.
After a few moments of silence, he smelt your scent and instantly turned around just as you ran down the seafront towards him.
Your eyes widened at the gruesome scene in front of you, and instinctively, you took a step back, shaking.
“Omega” Dean almost cried out and ran up the stairs that were siding the seafront, skipping two steps at the time to reach you, but when he did, you pulled away from the incoming embrace.
“Dean… what did you do?”
Before Dean could answer, there was another voice and you smelt a strong, desperste scent coming towards you fast.
“Stay away from her!” a tall man with almost shoulder lenght hair shouted and ran closer, throwing a liquid at Dean.
Your mate hissed in pain and yelled in agony before falling on the pavement, out cold.
“Took you long enough, Samuel” Crowley spoke as he walked up towards the man that had immobilized your mate, shaking his head as if he was disappointed.
“Are you okay?” the man, Samuel asked as he peered down at you worriedly, but you were too busy kneeling next to a knocked out Dean to answer him.
The waves crashed upon the sharp rocks as you sat in the sand, reflecting over what happened in the past few days.
The sun began rising itself from the dark blue sea, brushing its warm, gentle rays over your face.
It was so hard to believe that it happened but it was a change you needed. And damn, did that chahge feel good.
He was the reason why you wanted that change, he was the reason you figured out you needed it.
“Ready to go?” asked Sam as he walked behind you, a small, gentle smile on his face.
“Yeah” you nodded and took one last long look at the sea guarding the secret of the murder that happened there just a few hours ago, before standing up and walking after Sam.
Sam had explained to you after he appeared out of nowhere everything that happened to Dean, his brother and your mate, what they did and how Dean became a demon.
And now, you were on your way back to their secret location to cure Dean once and for all.
A/N: The next part will be the final chapter of this series. I hope you guys liked this chapter.
“Ugh, why the hell did I choose chemistry?” You mumbled to yourself as you read the most recent lessons you’ve taken in class.
When you were in high school, you loved chemistry and the classes were easy and fun. But now it was harder than expected and so damn stressful.
In a few days, you were about to face an exam that constituted about 45% of the whole general grade for the class, and it was put in the worst, most exhausting and busy period of the school year.
It was about 9 pm when you heard the door of your apartment open and Dean walked in, a happy smile on his face. The grin soon died down when he saw the state you were in and the your stress knitted brows.
“Baby?” He asked as he out his duffel down and took off his shoes, walking closer to you, “What are you doing?”
“Studying. Or dying mostly” you sighed, dropping your pen on the table and rubbing your temples.
“Is it about the chem exam?” He asked and took a look around, eyeing the periodic table on the floor.
“It’s next Tuesday. I swear if I don’t get those definitions in my head I’ll fail and I’ll go die in a hole”
He sighed and shook his head, taking his jacket off and throwing it on an armchair, “How about we eat something, and I help you revise everything you know, hmm?”
“Yeah. That would help” you smiled and stood up, walking closer to him and hugging him tightly, “I missed you”
“I missed you too baby” he grinned while he wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed you softly, his warmth making you relax a little.
“Okay, last question. What’s the most dangerous type of radioactivity and why?” Dean asked, munching on some fries he made you.
“Gamma rays are the most dangerous due to their high penetration powers. It arises from the radioactive decay of the atomic nuclei. Gamma rays from radioactive decay are in the energy range from a few kiloelectronvolts to approximately 8 megaelectronvolts, corresponding to the typical energy levels in nuclei with reasonably long lifetimes” you answered immediately
“That’s perfect!” Dean smiled widely and hugged you, “See? No need to worry. You’re gonna ace this exam!”
“Thank you for helping me Dean” you smiled and rested your head on his shoulder, yawning loudly.
“I didn’t help you. I just asked some questions and you proved me how smart my girl is” he smooched your forehead and smiled at your yawn, “Someone’s tired”
“Yeah, kinda. I’ve been studying the whole day” you nodded and stretched your arms, your joints popping with the relieved pressure.
“Then let’s go get some sleep, princess. I can tell you’ve skipped taking care of yourself” he nagged and stood up, picking you up in his arms and walking towards your bedroom, “But that’s what I’m here for. Taking care of my sweet little baby”
“I love you” you mumbled and felt your eyelids drop more and more, and before Dean could reach the bedroom, you fell into a deep sleep, exhausted from the long day you had.
“I love you too nerd” Dean whispered and kissed your lips softly one more time before laying you on the bed and covering you with the blanket.
“Shit” you cursed as you dropped your book on the floor.
You couldn’t find anything on the subject in that book, and it was the 3rd book you skimmed through in the past 4 hours.
“I’m gonna fail, I’m gonna fail so bad” you mumbled under your breath, running your hands through your hair desperately.
The exams were extremely important, and if you didn’t pass them, you’d have no chance of getting into the next year of college.
(From where I come from, school system works differently from the US one)
All week, you sat inside your house and studies, made notes, read all books you had for the subjects, repeated theories and notions, you practically skinned google off of any piece of information it had. You didn’t get any sleep in a few days either, and your skin started showing it, so did your appetite and attention span.
Your eyes started getting wet and before you knew it, tears of frustration were sliding down your reddened cheeks, as you held your head in your hands.
“Baby?” You heard Dean’s voice call you, and when you turned your head, he was standing in the doorway holding a few bags, a concerned expression on his face.
“Dean?” wiping your tears off with the sleeve of the hoodie you stole from him, you looked at him dumbfounded, “What are you doing here? I thought the case wasn’t solved yet”
“Yeah, well. You didn’t answer my texts, nor my calls so I let Sammy handle it. I was worried” he shrugged and put the bags down, walking closer to you, “Why were you crying?”
While you took a deep breath to calm yourself down, Dean knelt in front of your chair, taking your hands in his and kissing both of them.
“I’m just really stressed. The exams are next week and I need to get a big grade or I’ll fail, and if I fail I won’t be able to get into the next year of college and I can say good bye to becoming a lawyer just because I’m so fucking stupid!!!” you ranted, sliding your fingers through his and holding his hands tightly
“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” He exclaimed, making an insulted face, “Don’t you call my girlfriend stupid!” Making a playful glare, he took your hand and placed it above his heart while kissing the other, “The exams are a week away, I know you’re stressed, but you shouldn’t loose sleep because of them. If you’re not rested, your pretty head won’t get any new information in”
“You’re definitely not stupid. Hell, you might be the smartest person I know!” Dean nodded, “You’ve been preparing for them for 3 months! And I’m sure as hell you can do it!”
“Dean…” you started, shaking your head and putting your hands in front of yourself to stop him from speaking further
“Nope, shhh! I’m not finished!"he hushed you by placing his finger on your lips, "Baby, you’re going to make it just fine. You’re smart and you’ve been preparing for this a lot. I know you can make it…okay?” He raised himself off of his knees and crouched so he could kiss your cheek, “I’m sure you can make it. And I’m proud of you”
Hearing Dean say he’s proud really made you smile, and you felt yourself relax. He was right. You shouldn’t stress about it so much.
“Thank you Dean” you whispered and grabbed his hand, which was so much bigger than yours, and kissed it lightly, keeping his hand close to your heart
“Now, come on. Leave that stupid book down you nerd, let’s go get a break” he grinned and stood up, picking you along and carrying you to the bathroom.
“Hmm, now my baby smells so nice” Dean grinned as he wrapped a towel around you, hugging you close to his chest.
“I always smell nice”
“You smelt like a skunk earlier, book worm” he joked and picked you in his arms, carrying you to your bedroom.
When you were in your comfy pyjamas and snuggling in bed, Dean came in the room holding your favourite blanket and teddy bear.
At your happy face, he smiled warmly and walked over to the bed, laying down next to you and covering you with the blanket, “I just got them out of the drier. It even smells like your lavender” he smiled while you grabbed the teddy and snuggled it to your chest, letting out a happy sigh.
“Thank you Dean” you whispered and he leaned down to kiss your forehead, hugging you to his chest.
“No need to thank me baby. I need to see you happy and healthy” he whispered back and began stroking your back, “Plus, I love taking care of my baby girl. You’re so small and cuddly” he gushed over you and suffocated you to his chest.
“Hey! I’m not a baby!” You whined but didn’t complain. You loved it when Dean was so affectionate.
“Yes you are my cute little baby!” He booped your nose and leaned down, kissing your lips softly, “And I love my baby so much” he whispered softly and looked at you with those big, green, sincere eyes that told you that his words were true.
“I love you too baby” you smiled and kissed him back, ready to kiss him again when you yawned loudly, so hard that your eyes watered.
“Aight, let’s get some sleep now you nerd. You’ve been awake for too long” he mumbled and made you lay on his chest, his arms wrapped around you tightly.
“Good night Dean. Thank you for being here with me” you said and kissed his cheek, laying your head on his shoulder while still holding your favourite teddy.
“Sweet dreams baby” he smiled and began stroking your hair, whispering sweet nothings in your ear as you fell into a deep sleep.
Anon requested:Please please think about doing more alpha demon Dean and omega. I would love it and really appreciate it if you would do one think that and his omega is 4”10/4”11. They are really small and delicate and so alpha demon Dean is sooooooooo protective. Loves having her in his lap. Picking her up.
Warnings: fluff fluff fluffy alpha demon! Dean, very very smol reader (as mentioned in the anon request), implied smut.
“Omega, where are you?” Dean called through the house as he entered your apartment.
He dropped his duffel on the floor and kicked his shoes off, hanging his coat on the hanger.
Dropping your pen on the floor, you rushed to the living room, happy to see your alpha after so long. He’s been gone for almost a week, busy with some deal Crowley gave him, and you missed him so much.
Rushing down the hall and nearly tripping over your feet, you jumped and hooked your legs around his waist, your arms around his neck, burying your nose in his chest, “Alpha!”
“Hey, baby” he grinned and quickly wrapped his arms around you, kissing the top of your head and inhaling your scent, which he missed a lot.
Carefully sniffing at him, you searched for another scent on him, jealousy taking over you. You trusted him, but you didn’t trust the other omegas and betas throwing themselves at their feet.
“Am I clean?” He chuckled when you lifted your face to look up at him, a cocky grin on his face. He already knew you were sniffing him to find other scents.
“Yep! All clean like a good boy!"you grinned and he laughed, shaking his head before he cupped your face with one hand to kiss you slowly and sweetly, humming.
"How is my omega doing?”
He kissed your cheek before walking over to the couch, plopping down on it and making you sit on his lap, his arms hugging you to his chest.
“Pretty good!” Shrugging, you buried your head in his shoulder, smiling, “Tho I missed my breathing ladder. It was hard to reach everything here without you” you joked
“Ha ha. That’s all I’m good for? A stepping stool for you?” He asked, quirking his brow and tilting his head to the side, “What have I become…”
“You know I don’t mean it that way!” Faking a pout, you shrugged, “I love you! But really, it’s much easier when you’re around to grab stuff for me”
“I know, I know” he booped your nose and reached for his duffel, grinning, “I brought you something” he opened the bag and pulled out a brown teddy bear, personalized to look like him. It even had the mark of Cain sewn on its arm and a red shirt, along with a first blade toy.
“It looks like you!"you squealed happily and snatched the teddy out of his hand, hugging it tightly and taking a whiff of it, "It even smells like you!”
That was maybe one of the most remarkable gifts he got you. Plus, minus the lingerie he gets when he goes shopping.
“I had it personalized especially for you. That way you can scent me even tho I’m not around” he chuckled and smiled down at you, thinking you were so cute hugging that teddy.
“I love it. Thank you Dean” you put the bear down and hugged his neck, kissing him deeply and slowly, making him hum low in his throat and grab your hips, “But I love my alpha more”
“I love you too, little omega” he sighed and rested his head on your shoulder.
A wee bit later, you were making a snack in the kitchen while Dean was taking a shower, washing away the grime of the day.
Putting all the ingredients on the counter, you realized you forgot to take the flour from the cupboard. Which was in the highest shelf.
“Shit” you grumbled, shaking your head, “I swear he puts those there intentionally”
You grabbed a stool and climbed it, even tip toed to reach it, but your hand only reached the bottom of the shelf , and you couldn’t open it.
Shighing dramatically, you rolled your eyes.
“Yeah?” He called back and you heard the bathroom door open, the sound of his footsteps following him to the kitchen.
“Give me a hand?”
“Sure thing shortie” he laughed and walked behind you, hugging your waist and lifting you up on his shoulders so you could reach the cabinet.
You grabbed the flour and he put you down on your feet, but didn’t take his hands off of you. That’s when you smelt it.
His scent was so much more intense now that he showered, so intoxicating, edging with a sweetness you smelt back when you two mated for the first time.
Almost letting out a moan, you turned around in his arms and looked up at him, swallowing thickly. He was naked in front of you, minus the towel that was covering his crotch.
The omega in you whined painfully for her alpha, so riled up after being away from the alpha for a week or more.
“You smell so good” you whispered, completely engrossed by the strong scent that was invading your nostrils.
“So do you” he mumbled and pinned you to the counter, his breath getting shallow as he grabbed your hips and buried his nose in your neck, taking a deep whiff, “I missed you ‘mega”
Without saying another word, you grabbed his waist and kissed him deeply, his hand cupping your cheek while the other one began toying with the hem of your shirt, lifting it up slowly, making it pass your sensitive ribcage area.
“I need you 'mega” he growled and didn’t hesitate any longer, grabbing your shirt and taking it off before going to your mating gland to kiss and lick it, sending shivers down your spine.
“Maybe that snack can wait?” You moaned, looking at him with hooded eyes.
“Definitely” he purred and lifted you up, placing you on the counter, settling between your legs as he pulled your pants down.
You were finally reunited with your alpha.
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He pressed his lips to yours in an instant, not hesitating one minute. He didn’t stop to take off his shoes, jacket or anything else, he just pressed you to the wall as soon as the door opened.
His jacket was soaked in blood, face a contorted expression of his anger, his heart hammering against his chest due to the fading adrenaline.
“Tom, wait” you managed to blurt out when he wrenched his lips away from yours, “What did you do?” Your eyes took in the bloody mess he was, the scarlet coloured liquid trickling down the side of his forehead.
“Shh” he hoaxed and kissed you again, hoping you wouldn’t ask too many questions, “I need you now baby, you can ask questions later” his hands grabbed your hips and pulled you to his chest tightly, his lips attaching to your neck.
“Tom” saying his name firmly, you put some distance between the two of you, your hands pressing against his chest, “Who did you kill?”
“Your annoying ex” he said carelessly as he began unbuttoning your flannel, tearing it open when he couldn’t wait anymore.
“Thank you then” you scoffed a laugh and shook your head, wrapping your arms around his neck.
Alex, your ex, was an abusive, annoying, alcohol addicted bastard. That ex started coming to your workplace and bothering you a lot, following you at night and calling you. The man didn’t know how to let go.
So finding out that he died was actually a relief.
“Mhmm” he hummed and squeezed your ass, before lifting you up and putting you on the table, your legs spreading automatically for him.
He pushed his flannel and shirt off, leaning down to lick and suck at your neck while his hands worked on opening your bra.
When he finally tore it open, he leaned down to kiss every inch of your skin while your hands ran up and down his back, nails scratching the skin and leaving red trails in their way.
“What if the police finds you?” You asked out of the blue, making him stop his ministrations and lift his head to look at you, eyes searching your worried face.
“They won’t. They’re too dumb” was his response before his head buried back in your chest, hands haphazardly taking off your pants and shoes, leaving you bare on the cold table.
Shivers pricked your skin when his hands pushed you on the table, and he began kissing your thighs, leaving small bites on your inner thighs.
“Hmm, Tom. Need it” you whined when he wanted to place your legs on his shoulders, and he grinned, putting your legs back gently.
“Okay baby. You waited long enough” he smirked and quickly got rid of his pants, stroking his dick a few times before pushing home in one deep, strong movement, making your eyes roll at the back of your head.
He grabbed your hips and let his head rest on your chest, his breath brushing against your reddened breasts. Slowly, he began moving in and out, gradually moving faster and faster as you whined louder and louder for him to hit harder and deeper inside of you.
“Ahh, Tom” you moaned, blissed out of your mind and he leaned down to kiss you hungrily, swallowing your moans.
Down the road, the lights of the police cars glared into the windows. That was the end.
A/N: Hey anon. If you didn’t know, people get busy. Be patient, writers aren’t robots to instantly get what you want done. We are humans with families, lives, we have work, school and so much more. Be nice to authors, we take time out of our lives to write those things, you should be grateful.