Supernatural Fanfiction

-Dean x Reader: Scared to be lonely. (Part 1)

"Y/n please don't start.-" Sam tried to reason but Dean cut him off. "No Sam, let her be the annoying little brat she is. It's not like she's doing any harm anyway. I'm always the one who ends up saving her ass at the end of the day." I glared at Dean in the rear view mirror. "You know what your problem is Dean? Your head is so far up your ass that you can't even tell that I don't need you to save me. I can handle myself assbutt." I heard him stifle a laugh. "Where did you learn that from? Cas?" He tried to hold back his laughter. "At least Castiel talks to me now a days. When was the last time you talked to him? Two.. three.. five weeks ago? Ever since that stupid argument, which no one fucking tells me shit about, you've been the biggest fucking asshole in the world. Grow the fuck up Dean."

Silence filled the car. It started lightly raining. The rain was the only thing that could be heard. There was no music playing like there would be regularly, nothing. "You know what princess? I'll grow up when you learn how to mind your own fucking business." I didn't say anything. I put my ear buds in and listened to some soft rock while trying to avoid the eldest Winchesters glare. I saw Sams lips move and then Deans. I saw them both glace back at me once or twice but I just looked out the window. I just want to curl up with a book in my bed and relax but no. I'm stuck with hell and heaven. Can this get any worse?

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Darkness. It's all I saw after the fight with Dean in the car. Sleep had overcome my mind and darkness was behind it. I felt a hand land on my shoulder then heard a voice but I ignored it. "Dean just pick her up. I'll get the bags." I faintly heard Sam say. I couldn't really comprehend what was going on but I felt two strong arms pick me up bridal style. The air was cold outside of the warm Impala. I clung close to the person who held me. There grip tightened and pulled me closer.

"I know it's cold Darlin'. Don't worry you'll be warm soon." It was Deans voice. It was soft and caring unlike the rough and unforgiving voice i usually get. "Sam get the door before she freezes to death." I felt a rush of warmth to my body and I instantly relaxed. I was set on something soft then I'm assuming a blanket was set over me. "We're going to have to share a bed Sam." Dean said sounding annoyed. "Dean the last time we shared a bed, you punched me in the eye and I couldn't see for like a week. You can share a bed with Y/n." I heard the door shut then the sinking sound of the other bed being laid on. I heard the flick of boots being taken off then the other side of the bed dip in. I felt a cold breeze hit my body and I started shivering. "Come here sweetheart." Deans soft voice sounded. He snaked an arm around my waist and pulled me into his chest. I turned around and cuddled into his chest. He chuckled softly. "If only you were like this awake. It would make things so much easier." I felt his lips on my forehead then his chin settle on the top on my head. I felt my eyes droop once more then the darkness came again.

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I was woken up by two song arms pulling me as close as they possibly could. I opened my eyes and I looked at Dean. His eyes were closed and he was softly snoring. Why does he have to be such a douchebag? Why can't he see that I like him. Probably cause you act like an asshole 96% of the time. My brain told me as I just raised my hand up to his face and set it on his cheek. He molded his head into my hand and hummed a little moan. I felt something become hard on my leg. Oh my fuckin- "Dean! Wake the fuck up!" I pushed him away from me and he fell off the bed. "What the fuck was that for?" He went to stand up but realized he had a little problem. I saw him cover himself and then just rush into the bathroom. I couldn't contain my laughter as I heard him groan. I got up and realized I was in Deans t shirt and my panties. What the- I went over and pounded on the bathroom door. I noticed Sam wasn't in the motel room. "What?" He partially yelled through the door.

"Did you fucking change me?" He didn't say anything. I gripped the doorknob and shoved the door open. That was a bad idea on my part. Anger gets the best of you. Dean stood there in his boxers with no shirt on. His dick was fully out and standing to attention. My eyes connected with his and his eyes raked my body up and down until his eyes set on mine. "Don't just fucking stand there." I said boldly as I took a step foward. In a quick second he gripped my arm and dragged me into the bathroom. He slammed the door shut and locked it. He gripped my thigh and lifted it to his side and put his forehead against mine. "Do you want this?" I nodded waiting for him to move on. " I need to hear you say it baby."

His voice was rough but inviting. "Please Dean. Fuck me." That was more than enough for him. His lips connected to my neck and started leaving hickeys all over. He slipped his shirt over my head and sat me on top of the sink. He had a hand wrapped in my panties. "Do you need these?" I shook my head no and he tore them in half. He pressed his body to mine as close as possible. The tip of his dick sliding up and down my slit, waiting for the opportunity to get in. He brought his hand up to my face and held it to his. "Dean please." I moaned as his fingers played with my clit. "Anything for you my princess." With one slow push he entered me. His length and width stretched me wide open. "You're so tight Y/n. Oh baby."

His lips connected with mine and he moved slowly within me. Allowing me to adjust to his rod. Our lips didn't disconnect once as he slowly fucked me on the bathroom sink. It felt like days before I felt the urge to cum. "Dean, I'm about to-" "I know Y/n. Me too baby." He quickened his pace and I became undone as did he. "Dean oh my- yes!" His moans and groans matched mine and soon his dick slipped out of my soaking wet pussy. His hot cum laying on my belly. We just stayed there in complete bliss. He pulled away and pulled up his boxers. He wiped me clean then dressed me in his shirt again. He pulled me off the sink but into his arms, bridal style. I cuddled into his chest. He set me back onto the bed then wrapped me in the blankets. He went to walk away but I grabbed his wrist. "Lay down with me." My voice was horse but small. "Anything for you my princess." My heart throbbed at the sound of that.

He climbed in next to me and pulled me in close. The silence hurt to say the least. His head laid on mine and my arms were around him. His one arm around me and his other hand playing with my hair. I didn't want this moment to end but I needed to know if this was something. Before I could say anything the motel door swung open and in walked Sam. I pulled the blanket over me as much as possible but it wasn't enough. Dean jumped out of bed and just started pulling his Jeans on. "Holy fuck. I knew it!" Sam exclaimed looking at both of us. Dean just shook his head and grabbed a new shirt. "Shut up Sam." He slid on his boots and left the room after grabbing the Impalas keys. After the door slammed shut Sam looked at me. "Can you hand me my shorts in my bag?" He did and just walked to put down the bag of fast food he had in his hand on the little table. Sam looked right back at me once I had put on my shorts. "I'm going after him." I slid on my boots then a sweater then went to grip the door handle. "How? He took the car." I just looked at him. "I have to at least try Sam. I'll hotwire a damn car if I have to. I just need to find him." I ripped open the door then closed it behind me. I saw the Impala still parked across the lot. Dean stood by it with one hand on the hood and the other holding his head. I walked over to him as quietly as possible.

"Dean?" My voice cracked as I looked at him. He lifted his head and spun to look right at me. I started walking towards him. He opened his mouth to say something, "Go back inside Y/n. Leave me alone." I froze in my spot and just folded my arms around me to keep warm. My heart felt cold. He turned away from me. I walked up behind him and touched his shoulder. He shoved me backwards, "Just don't Y/n!" He yelled as I fell right onto my ass. He turned to look at me and saw what had just happend he went to help me up but I just told him, "No Dean! Don't fucking touch me!" Then got up but failed as a sharp pain went through my ankle. I felt two strong arms pull me up, but it wasn't Dean. It was Sam. "Y/n I'm so-" Dean was hushed by Sams loud booming voice. "Dean just stop. Look what you already did." Sam picked me up bridal style as I felt some tears prick my eyes. This is so fucked up.

How did we get here?

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