deanssweetheart23:

roxyspearing:

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

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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!!”

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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.

deanssweetheart23:

torn-and-frayed:

Word Count: 1910

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Fluff and nothing but 

A/N: Unedited and unbeta’d 

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“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?”

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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.

deanssweetheart23:

sunlightdances:

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.

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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.

deanssweetheart23:

sunlightdances:

deanssweetheart23:

Title: Between The Lines

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).

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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?”

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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.

Anyway, I just love this. And you.

YOU.ARE.SO.GOOD.TO.ME.THANK.YOU.SO.MUCH.