Summary: When Dean meets her that night on Charlie’s rooftop, he can’t imagine she’ll end up being his entire world. And then, life gets in the way. Again. And again. And again.
Author: deanssweetheart23
Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, John Winchester, Mary Winchester (both mentioned)
Word count: 1357
Warnings: Fluff, language, references to cancer. Dean Bean being his adorable domestic self and did I mention fluff?
Author’s Notes: This is it. The second chapter to my new series. This is my submission for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing‘s British Song Challenge. My prompt is High Hopes by Kodaline. Beta credits go to my beautiful sunflower @trexrambling for all her love and support. I love you
PS. This is set 11 years before the first chapter. I cannot thank you enough for all the love you’ve shown to this story. I promise you, I’m going to take you to a wild ride you’ll never forget. And now…
It’s a
bit unsettling, putting effort into not loving someone too much, makes him feel like he’s
fighting against invisible restraints from which he’ll never be able to set
himself completely free.
He’d
never been so absolutely overwhelmed by his feelings before, never felt his
heart bruise at the sound of a name, the sight of a smile, not
even when he was with Lisa, the first, the only, girl he’d fallen
in love with.
But
with Y/N, things are different.
With
her, things have been different from that very first night they
met two years ago, when he felt something in him coming alive, felt himself
tipping along the edge of something new, something real.
Just a li’l Fourth of July drabble that popped into my head…
You lie in bed,
listening to the mostly distant rumble, crackle, bang and boom of
fireworks beginning to fill the night air. The shower shuts off and
you hear Dean in the bathroom, humming to himself, water in the sink
as he brushes his teeth, sounds that make you feel safe, comfortable.
The adrenaline from the earlier hunt has worn off, and you feel
sleepy, warm and comfortable under the blankets, in spite of the air
conditioner keeping the room a refrigerator-like temperature.
Warnings: Smut, oral sex (male receiving), fingerfucking, language, alcohol, car sex, public sex. Mentions of parental death and past cases. I think that’s it.
Summary: After Sam and Dean beat you to a case, Reader decides to have a drink with the infamous Winchester and get to know them, especially Dean, a little more intimately.
“You here to finish me off sweetheart?” The overconfident tone of his voice had you cocking back the hammer of your gun. The green eyed man raised his hands even higher. “Ok then. That answers that. Tell me, what’s it gonna take to keep your finger off the trigger?”
You eyed him suspiciously, unwilling to let your guard down for even a moment. There was a shifter on the loose, and damn if you were gonna be it’s next victim just because you got distracted by a pretty face. Taking one hand off the handle of your gun, you dug into your jacket pocket to pull out a silver coin. Not giving him a chance to see what it was, you toss it at him. “Catch.”
The man reached out instinctively and caught the coin in midair. When he didn’t start to yell at the touch of silver, you relaxed slightly. Not the shifter then. You didn’t take your gun off of him though. He may not be the monster you were hunting, but you still didn’t know who he was and you were very suspicious of other people who went poking around in abandoned buildings/ monster lairs at night. Your lack of trust seemed to amuse him for some reason. He chuckled softly. “Ya know, I’m not a shifter. I would have thought the coin would prove that,” he pointed out. He held up his hand so you could see the unmarked flesh.
“Maybe so,” you shot back, “but just because you’re not the shifter doesn’t mean you’re not a threat.”
Summary: Dean knows she’s hiding something from him. He does not expect what happens next.
Author: deanssweetheart23
Characters: Dean Winchester x reader
Word count: 983 (let’s call this a drabbe? Maybe?)
Warnings: Fluff, fluff, fluff and fluff. A smudge of angst and some references to sex, because, well. S’ Dean Bean.
Square Filled:
Author’s Note: This is my submission for @dancing-the-hellfire-rumba‘s 0.5k Out Of Context Challenge. Helen, I’m so sorry this is last minute, but life’s been kicking my butt lately. I really, really hope you like it and, again, congratulations on your milestone. You deserve all of us and so many more ❤
My prompt for this is “Come here.” “Why?” “Just- c’me ‘ere” “No, you’ll hit me.” (awesome, I know) and it’s been inserted in bold in the fic below. Gif found here.
Enjoy ❤
It all starts with
a note.
Dean finds it in
his bedroom, just a little post-it card waiting for him next to one of the
pillows. He recognizes the familiar scribbles almost immediately, rolls his
eyes at the little heart she’d drawn at the bottom, a habit of hers he refuses
not to complain about.
Meet me at Room
14 at midnight. Alone.
PS. This is not what is sounds like, so, for the
love of God, bring clothes.
A smirk spreads
across his lips as he takes in the words, imagines
the look of complete mischief and smugness she must have worn as she put them
into paper, but, as he remembers how things are
between them, every ounce of happiness vanishes from his face, like falling
stars in the night sky.
Because Dean knows what this is about.
Y/N is hiding
something from him.
That much is
obvious from all those times she sneaks out of bed when she thinks he’s asleep,
from all the hushed phone conversations and the distracted glances and those
kisses that aren’t quite as present, quite as thorough as they used to be.
Y/N is hiding
something from him and, while he doesn’t want to admit it out loud, he knows what
it is.
I love it, I love it, I love it I LOVE IT. ITS SO CUTE AND SO DEAN AND SO – GOSH.
Excellent use of the prompt, like wow and don’t even worry about it being late, you’re good, dude.
This was adorable and easily something that could happen in the show and I love love *love* the details you make up, like the cap tee and the heart on the note and it’s just– awesome, it’s awesome.
YOU ARE TOO GOOD TO ME AND I’M SO, SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT ❤
Title: Somewhere Only We Know: Spring’s Tale (Part III)
Overview: Dean Winchester doesn’t believe in love. He doesn’t believe that he deserves the happiness of it after everything he’s done. And then she waltzes into his life. The girl that brings with her colors and life and feelings he never thought he’d experience. Is the one year he gets to spend with her enough to change his life forever? Or will it break him beyond repair?
Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Sam Winchester (did I mention he ships them?) Marty Blye, Jack Y/L/N (OMCs, only mentioned).
Word count: 4678 (still no regrets, lol)
Warnings: Fluff. Angst. Implied smut. Some language, allusion to death and grief. Slightly jealous!Dean Bean, but don’t worry, he’s just being a dork.
Author’s Notes: This is my entry for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing‘s Seasons of Love Challenge (Bloom of Spring) and for @dancing-the-hellfire-rumba‘s 250 Writing Challenge. My prompts are a secret gif added to the fic below and Dive by Ed Sheeran.
Special thank you to Wonder Woman @percywinchester27 (AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I cries LOVE cries some more this) for betaing this for me, even though she’s been insanely busy. I love you so, so much, Ana.
Thank you so much for your patience and the love you’ve shown for this series, y’all. I love you.
Out of all the regrets Dean has, pushing
her away is his biggest one.
He realizes that much the moment she
walks out of the door, the moment she leaves him aching for something
he’d never thought he’d have, and, though he tries to convince himself that
what happened, those kisses, don’t change anything between them, he can
feel it, deep into his bones, he can feel he just ruined the one good thing in
his life.
He can feel he lost her.
And he’s right.
She retracts in herself almost
immediately, builds walls and creates spaces between them, letting everything
they’ve ever shared –late night conversations and inside jokes and accidental
brushes of hands, vanish into thin air, like they never even existed.
Like they meant nothing to her.
And maybe they did.
Maybe he was so desperate to believe he
actually mattered to her that he saw things that weren’t there, things he wanted
to see.
Granted, she tries to keep things civil,
tries to talk and feign contentment and laugh at his jokes, but he knows it’s
all smoke and mirrors. He can see it every time she leaves a room shortly after
he enters it, every time her smile falters just a little bit when they
lock eyes, something like hopelessness dangling across her face.
OH JESUS CHRIST! YOU, DEAR, WILL BE THE DEATH OF ME.
This is so fucking precious. I can’t even put it into words. You’re absolutely talented.
You have a superpower, honey. This is your superpower. And I’m so glad you share it with us.
This story is so cute and heartwarming and I love it so much.
The way you write Dean, and his relationships and his romantic, head-over-heals side is just perfect.
But I’m scared. Really. That A/N???!!! You’re gonna make me ugly cry with the next one, aren’t you?😭😭😭
I’m eager to find out what you have planned for summer. I’m so excitedddd alreadyyy!!!
Anyway, I’ll be here waiting for my death to happen. And it’ll come with summer. Who would’ve thought, uh? (I did. I suspected it. Who am I kidding)
YOU are so fucking precious, this reblog made my entire day, week, life. Thank you so, so much for all your love and support, I love that you loved my story.
PS. Summer’s gonna be a bumpy season for Dean and his girl… Now, forget I said that and c’mere for a hug…
Summary: 25th December 2013. Dean isn’t looking for love. In fact, he’s doing his best to steer as clear from it as possible. And then he meets her. The girl that shows up at his brother’s party only to turn his entire world upside down and makes him believe in the magic of Christmas again. So, he falls for her, falls so quickly that no one in the room even hears the sound. And that is the beginning of their story.
Author: deanssweetheart23
Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Sam Winchester, Eileen Leahy (mentioned), Autumn Brae Winchester (OFC), Benny Laffite, Lisa Braeden (mentioned)
Word count: 8129 (it’s a monster fic, I know, but it’s worth it)
Warnings: Fluff. Angst. Some language. Implied smut. Death of parents, references to loss, grief and infedility (not Dean associated). Domestic Dean Bean (yes, totally a warning)
Author’s Notes: This is my submission for @d-s-winchester‘s 12 Days of Christmas Challenge. Ashley, thank you so, so much for letting me participate and being so kind and understanding when I asked for an extension. I hope this was worth the wait.
Also, special thank you to my amazing friend slash sunflower @trexrambling because she beta’d this entire thing and helped me figure out how to make this story better and more beautiful. This would have never been posted without her.
My prompt for this was Baby, It’s Cold Outside by Michael Bublé and Idina Menzel (I love it btw) and it’s been used both as an inspiration and a key for the plot of this fic.
Thank you all so much for sticking with me and Merry Christmas! ❤
Wednesday, 25
December, 2013
Arkansas Street,
Lawrence
Dean knows she’s
trouble the first time he sees her.
He’s leaning
against one of the bookshelves in his brother’s living room, tiny snowflakes
still sprinkled across his hair, and even though there are so many things he
could have noticed, the fresh evergreen branches and the printed patterned
ribbons and a Christmas tree with plaid
garments, she’s the first thing that catches his attention.
He finds her dancing
on top of a sofa, one of her hands reaching up towards the ceiling while the
other holds a mustache stick close to her upper lip, and God, she’s singing,
she’s actually singing Michael Bublé’s
part in Baby, It’s Cold Outside while
his little niece is sitting on the floor, just a couple of feet away, giggling
and clapping her hands giddily.
And though there
are reindeer antlers on her head and her tiny feet are engulfed in a ridiculous pair of
red and green fuzzy socks and she probably looks like a mess in that oversized
Christmas sweater of hers, Dean’s sure he’s never seen anything more radiant in
his life.
It’s there, in the
way she moves and laughs and sings so completely out of tune, in the way her
eyes shine, alive with a warmth Dean has never seen in a stranger’s eyes
before, in the way she just lives in
the moment, and everything else around her ceases to exist.
Dean Winchester doesn’t believe in love. He doesn’t believe that he deserves to be loved, doesn’t believe he deserves the happiness of it after everything he’s done. And then she waltzes into his life. The girl that brings with her colors and life and feelings he never thought he’d experience. The girl with the scars that match his. Is the one year he gets to spend with her enough to change his life forever? Or will it break him beyond repair?
Thank you for all the love you’ve shown for this story! Love you all.
GUYS! Guess what I’m currently working on
PS. I also have a fluffy ficlet coming up to redeem myself for my angst fic, if you’ll forgive me?
oh god I love this so much. just so much.
I AM SO HAPPY BECAUSE this story is slowly but surely finding its way into my heart. And I swear to you, the next part is ready, I’m just waiting for my wonderful beta to go through it and then it will be all yours.
3rd and final fic for the 9 squares for 3 fics challenge hosted by @thing-you-do-with-that-thing! Just managed to get it in 🙂
Squares filled: Demons, Dean’s room, Sewer
Word count: 473
Characters: Dean x friend reader, mentions of Sam and supernatural creatures
Warnings: self doubt and negative thoughts from reader, Dean is sweet then a little shit
Hopping from one foot to the other, I pulled my blanket round my shoulders even tighter as the cold of the bunker made my bones rattle. I’d been stood outside in the corridor for the last 20 minutes, and I was still no closer to knocking on the door I was pacing outside. But fate was about to play it’s hand, and in slow motion I watched as the door opened, and Dean Winchester walked out and nearly walked straight into me. “Y/N?” “Dean. Hey. I didn’t wake you, did I?” “No. Why are you even out here? It’s 3 in the morning.” Dean mumbled, rubbing his eyes with the back of one hand. “I…um.” “Y/N?” “It’s nothing. Night Dean.” Before I could get even three steps away, the warmth of Dean’s hand met my skin as he wrapped it around my wrist and gently turned me round to face him. “Y/N?” The softness in Dean’s usually gruff voice was all it took for the tears to break free. “Hey. Hey. Come here.” Pulling me into his arms, I buried my face into his chest and let the smell of leather and gunpowder comfort me. “I’m sorry…” “Come on. You’ll catch a cold out here.” With one arm wrapped firmly round my waist, I let Dean lead me into his room, and after letting him crawl back under the covers, I dropped my blanket on the end of his bed and curled into his side. “You want to talk about it?” Dean whispered into the darkness. “Back in the sewer, when the shifter had me tied up, and had….changed into me….I…It just wouldn’t stop talking. And every inner demon that I have, every bit of hate and self doubt, that shifter just taunted me with. And….” “Y/N. Look at me.” Looking into Dean’s green eyes, I softly chuckled as he wiped the tears from under my E/C eyes. “We’ve all got our demons. Hell, I was a demon! What I’m saying is, shifters, they’re one of the creatures I hate most. Someone knowing all your thoughts, turning them on you, while wearing your own face? It’s rough. But, I know you. The tough girl who handed my ass to me over pool the first time we met. The sweet girl who makes me pie every month, and makes Sammy smoothies and doesn’t take the piss out of him for them. And I know pretty much every demon that runs around in that head of yours. And I know you’ll kick them all in the ass.” “Well, who knew you were a softy Dean.” I sniff, wiping away the few tears that had fallen at my best friend’s words. “Only for you Y/N.” “Can I sleep here tonight?” “Sure. Just, one condition…” “What..argh! Oh my god, your feet are freezing! Move them now, Dean!!”
THIS. This is exactly the kind of friendship I want for my soft Dean Bean in the show. Just someone that loves him and understands him and appreciates him for being his awesome self. AND. I love, love, love the platonic love painted here and how you let Dean’s soft, protective side shine.
“Mommy,” JoJo’s lips were next to your ear, whispering to you, placing gentle kisses on your cheek to wake you up. You’d woken up after the third or or fourth time, but you loved her butterfly kisses, so you didn’t give yourself away, letting her continue to do it. “Mommy, wake up.” She kissed both cheeks, your nose, your eyelids. Then another pair of lips joined in, much larger and warmer, pressing gently against your own.
You hummed in response, smiling into it before breaking it. “Can I wake up like this every day? I really enjoy it.” You finally blinked your eyes open, meeting 2 pairs of emerald green ones staring back at you. Dean had obviously been up for awhile and gotten JoJo ready, she was dressed, her hair was braided, and her teeth were brushed judging by the minty smell of her breath. “You two are up early.”
“We made you breakfast!” JoJo smiled. “For mother’s day!”
“You did?” Your eyes widened in surprise. “What’d you make me?”
Steph, something always gets me when I try to imagine Dean as a husband/partner and a father because I know that his loving, kind, loyal heart would make him the best in the world. And I really, really love this series for that exact reason.
Because it gives me a glimpse into a life that would make Dean so happy, a life he deserves so much. So, thank you for giving that to him.
And thank you for making JoJo the best child character ever, I am so in love with that lively, bright, smart, sassy little girl.
Mayerine 