Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader Rating: M Words: 2500-ish. Warnings: Language, smut (nothing explicit). Summary: You’re pretty sure Dean’s figured out your big, stupid crush on him, and you’re sure it’s only a matter of time before you spontaneously combust. (This is inspired by Dean’s look in season 9 but doesn’t necessarily take place during that timeline) Author’s Note: I was inspired by the beard. Also by spending most of last weekend going through @deanssweetheart23, @ravengirl94@lipstickandwhiskey and @trexrambling‘s masterlists. Thanks for inspiring me to write again!
When Dean called and asked if you wanted to come to the bunker for the weekend, you didn’t think anything of it. You’ve stayed there plenty of times, sometimes for a few weeks when you were in between places, and you enjoy spending time with the Winchesters. They’re basically the closest friends you’ve got, and after a few stressful hunts, you’re happy for the distraction.
It’s only when you’re about halfway there that you start to replay the conversation you had with him, almost slamming on your brakes when you remember the last few words you exchanged.
“Hey, kid. Got a hunt going this weekend?”
“Nope,” you reply, sitting cross-legged on your couch. “What’s up? Got a job?”
“This is a social call,” he tells you dryly, and you snort.
“Do tell.”
“Just thought you could come down this weekend and stay for a few days. Haven’t seen you in awhile, and we should fill you in on a few things.”
You’re already getting up to pack a bag, smiling even though he can’t see you. “That sounds good, Dean. I’ll leave in the morning; that should get me there by late afternoon.”
“Awesome.” You can practically hear his grin. A beat, and then, “Have you heard from that chick Ashley in while? She hunted that wendigo with us awhile back?”
You frown, a brief moment of jealousy rearing up inside you when he asks about her. “You don’t need to remind me who she is, she’s my best friend. And no, I haven’t heard from her. Why?” You ask, thinking of the unanswered text you sent to her a few days prior.
“No reason. I just wanted to make sure we weren’t kidnapping you from all your other friends.”
You roll your eyes. “Yeah. Miss Popularity over here.”
He chuckles. “Drive safe.”
“See you soon.”
Now, thinking back on it, you panic again, slamming on your brakes and pulling over to the shoulder of the highway. As soon as the car is in park you’re fumbling for your phone.
You scroll through your messages, and then you see it, sending your heart plummeting right to your stomach – a message intended for Ashley, but sent to Dean fucking Winchester accidentally.
I’ve already told you how I really feel honored and overwhelmed when you say that my words inspired some of yours because your stories are so beautiful and pure and striking in a very unique way. This isn’t an exception. You understand and write Dean so perfectly well.
Through your sentences, I can see him moving. When he speaks, I read his words with his voice. I can see him doing everything you make him do, and, in this story, I can feel him pining for the reader, can see him trying to hide his adoration for her behind witty remarks when he says “Only one girl I cared about fawning over me, sweetheart.”, I can feel how nervous and pleased with himself he is.
And that’s the thing. Your writing makes me feel. And I love that. So much.
Summary: When Martin calls the brothers to tell them that a vampire has been killing people in Benny’s town, you tag along with the eldest Winchester to help him find his “blood-junkie” friend. But, even though Dean’s grateful for your help, he does not understand your motives and tells you that much. Which sucks. Because you can’t just admit you’re hopelessly in love with him. Right?
Author: deanssweetheart23
Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Benny Lafitte (mentioned), Elizabeth (mentioned)
Word count: 2053
Warnings: None really. Maybe some language and season 8 spoilers? Mostly fluff.
Author’s Notes: This is my submission for @angelschallenge Spring Challenge. Thank you for letting me participate, Angel, I always love your challenges! (and to anyone who wants to do it, you still got times and it’s been really fun, guys). My prompt was “rainbow” (included in bold in the text below).
This is set during season 8′s episode “Citizen Fang” and takes place right after Dean’s conversation with Elizabeth (Benny’s great-granddaughter).
The sounds of
birds chirping and trees rustling in the wind overwhelmed your senses as you
leaned against Dean’s muscle car and wrapped your arms around your middle. It
was still a bit chilly outside but as you took in the view in front of you,
drinking in every beautiful detail of the magnificent landscape with fervor,
you didn’t mind.
You’d always been
fond of rainbows, ever since you were a little kid. You loved the way they glistened into the sky, loved the hues of green and orange, indigo and violet
that danced together and created a bridge that joined your concrete world with
the unknown, the immensity of heaven’s vault.
So, you ignored
the cold wind as it caressed your skin and breathed it all in, grateful for a
moment of stagnation. God only knew how rare such moments were for hunters.
“There you are.
Thought you said you’d wait in the car.” Dean’s voice crawled into your
thoughts, gruff but smooth like the Tennessee Whiskey he loved so much.
Titling your head,
you smiled and reached for the coffee cup he was holding your way, mumbling
a quick thank you as your fingers
brushed against his.
“Well, technically, it’s not much of a
difference.” You pointed out, nudging him. “Did you find him?”
Your fics always give me butterflies. Always. Especially this: “I want you like I’ve never wanted anything else in my life” – that line made me swoon so hard.
Characters – Dean x Reader Square Filled – librarian!dean Rating –
[G] General Audiences
Word Count – 356 Warnings – none Written for @spnaubingo A/N – Special thanks to sister wife @rowdyhooliganism who helped me with a prompt for this one!
You wiped your eyes as the tears came, desperately trying not to lose your cool on your very first day. You’d been helping a patron who wanted to get a book transferred to the library to check out, but he was rude and demanding, not to mention belittling. Your coworker stepped in, easily taking over the situation and letting you excuse yourself to the break room.
You stand by the vending machines, trying desperately to pull yourself together when he comes in. He doesn’t say anything, just takes in your face before walking over to the soda machine. He digs out his wallet and pulls out a single bill, inserts it into the machine and smashes a button with his thumb. The drink drops, and he stoops over to retrieve it before sticking it out toward you.
You look at the cold water bottle, then him, and he wiggles it at you in invitation. You give him a slight smile before taking it, cracking open the seal and taking a few long dregs.
“I’m sorry you had to deal with all that,” he says, shoving his hands deep into his pockets. “I should have known he’d give you a hard time, being new here and all.”
You shrug. “I should get used to it, and not be such a baby about someone being mean.”
“No,” Dean says, hard. “You shouldn’t have to be used to people being mean. It’s their problem, not yours.”
“Well thank you. For stepping in like that.”
“You don’t have to thank me for that, kid.”
“Well, I want to. Just let me buy you a coffee sometime.”
He smirks a little. “Is this you askin’ me out on a date?”
You sputter as his smirk turns into a grin. “I- I… no, I mean, I was just-”
“I mean, If you want it to be a date, I wouldn’t be opposed to the idea.”
You smile at him, your mood doing a full 180 from only moments ago. “You’re- you want to go on a date with me?”
“Yeah,” he smiles back at you, “I can’t resist the cute new librarian.”
Slay me with less than 500 words, WHY DON’T YOU, LIPS?
PS. Sly, smooth Dean’s my favorite and the last line is the reason why I’ve melted. Thank you for all the feels, Lips, it was so kind of you to SLAY me.
Summary: Dean Winchester almost kisses her exactly three times.
Author: deanssweetheart23
Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Sam Winchester (mentioned)
Word count: 1837 (I know, I’m surprised, too, lol)
Warnings: Fluff, fluff, fluff, a smudge of angst, fluff. Just all the happy feels, okay?
Author’s Notes: This is my submission for @pinknerdpanda‘s 1k Challenge. Manda, congratulations on your incredible milestone and thank you so, so much for letting me participate (and giving me such an amazing gif prompt). I hope this was worth the wait.
Special thank you to my beautiful @becominglionhearted for reading this over for me. You’re the best, love ❤
Thank you all for bearing with me, guys. Love you all. ❤
The first time Dean Winchester almost kisses her, there’s a thunderstorm
raging outside.
It’s a quiet
night in the middle of November and they’re huddled up next to each other in a
small motel room in Texas, watching the flashes of split lighting illuminate
the sky.
They’ve just
wrapped up a shapeshifter case that had almost cost Y/N her life and, despite
the complaints and her ferocious declarations that she was just fine,
he’d somehow managed to trick her into letting him spend the night in her room.
The rain’s falling heavy now, its
familiar pitter-patter blending with the sudden claps of thunder. Someone
shouts outside, and he hears the couple that’s living in the next room,
laughing.
He doesn’t know why, but it makes him
mad.
“Do you want me to draw the curtains?”
he asks, noting how she’s staring out of the window, at the flood of water, the
heavy-knit clouds blocking out the moonlight.
She’s hesitant, and then-
“No. Actually…” She drags herself a bit
closer. “Can we open the window?”
Mayerine 