Chapter Text
Words: 3541
Warnings: Smut, Dreaming Smut, Swearing.... Think that's it
Pairings: Dean Winchester x Reader
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader, Unnamed Witch
Well, it was safe to say your first hunt in a while without Sam hadn't gone well for you and Dean. Why was it always witches? If you had learned anything in your time of being with the Winchesters, it was that the pair of you should've known better than to let the witch get the upper hand. She'd managed to distract you and Dean long enough to throw something at you. Whatever it was, it was like some sort of glittery flour crap.
The pair of you had been coughing so hard that she had managed to throw more of it, meaning that you'd both been hit now. Dean fired off just in time, he had managed to clock her right between the eyes. Luckily, Dean was always a perfect shot. The body dropped to the floor with a loud thud, which you didn't have time to fully appreciate considering you had been struggling to breathe since the moment she'd thrown the first bag and Dean had to practically push you out the door.
"Fucking witches," you wheeze under your breath, chest a little tight as you slowly but surely walk back to the impala with Dean trailing slightly behind you.
"Couldn't have said it better myself," Dean grumbles in reply, smacking at his clothes trying to rid himself of the white crap currently coating them but to no avail.
You stumble back a little when you try to open the door of the impala and you quickly realise Dean hasn't unlocked the car. But you realise a little too late, while falling backwards into Dean and almost taking him out too.
"Sorry, just a little dizzy."
"S'Okay sweetheart, let's get back to the bunker get this shit off of us," Dean replies unlocking the car, holding the door open for you. You sigh with a tired smile slipping into the car, quickly closing the door behind you, knowing you're probably gonna have to help him clean it all up later.
You feel the impala shift and dip slightly as Dean climbs in the driver's side. You turn to look at him then and frown in thought. "You think we should head back to the motel for a bit and rest up? You look almost as tired as I feel."
Dean yawns before he can even speak and you huff out a tired laugh. Dean starts the engine without another word on the subject, you can practically feel the land of nod calling your name as he pulls away from the house.
"S'Not far, right?" Dean slurs after a few minutes, reluctantly you crack your eyes open looking at the road ahead and shake your head.
"No. Not far, next right," you mumble rubbing at your eyes forcing yourself to stay awake.
You're not even sure how the hell you'd even made it back to the motel. Dean had started to nod off at least twice while driving, leaving you to smack him awake. Reaching the door to the room Dean finally manages to get it open. You quickly follow him inside, right as another yawn forces itself from your throat and hurriedly close and lock the door behind the pair of you.
You both stumble into the motel room, practically falling over your own feet. The room is a mess of the two of you kicking off your shoes and tossing off your coats as you sway slightly.
As it is, you just about manage to climb up onto the bed. With Dean taking the bed beside yours you laugh quietly watching as he practically falls face first onto the mattress, looking more akin to the way his brother sleeps; like a damn starfish. You sigh in relief knowing that you're finally able to let your eyes fall closed.
The sleep is deep and quickly pulls you under. Your eyes dart around the room, quickly establishing that you're in the bathroom at the bunker. Your fingers dance across the cold porcelain of the bathtub, you feel a little confused, slightly out of it. But you try not to linger on that thought for too long, as you strip the clothes from your body and turn back to the tub, where you find it now full of steaming water.
You look around the room in confusion, sure that it hadn't been that way before. The floral scent hits your senses and you quickly notice the red rose petals floating on the surface, distracting you of your previous thoughts.
It's like every single hunter's instinct is washed away as you step into the water, the perfect temperature that makes you sigh. It feels so real and yet there's still something off but you can't place it. Suddenly you don't care, the water feels amazing as you lay there, distracted enough that you don't hear the door close behind someone.
A deep rumble of a voice distracts you causing water to escape the edges as you jump in surprise.
"Startin' without me sweetheart?"
You look up with wide eyes finding Dean with his arms folded across his chest as he looks down at you. Your arms wrap around your chest as his eyes move across your body,
"What the hell are you doing in here!?" you demand nervously, shifting the best you can to shield yourself from his wandering eyes.
"Don't go all shy on me now beautiful," he smirks starting to strip out of his clothes. Swallowing the lump in your throat you attempt to argue with him but all that comes out is a quiet moan.
This is a dream right? You can't be certain, but you'd be lying if you'd said you'd never thought about this. His boxers drop to the floor and you think your throat has closed up, your mouth feels like the Sahara desert as you look up at him in all of his naked glory.
Dean steps closer, gorgeous green eyes darkening as he extends a hand out to you, wordlessly you reach for it. His fingers are slightly rough against your soft ones as he helps you stand from the water. Stepping into the bath behind you Dean pushes your hair over one of your shoulders, his soft yet slightly chapped lips press against the side of your neck, tongue briefly darting out to taste your skin. You allow yourself to relax a little more, head dropping back onto his shoulder, enjoying the way his rough hands move to cup your breasts, thumbs brushing across the sensitive nipples.
You can feel Dean's throbbing cock pressing between your ass cheeks, you can't resist the urge to roll your hips back against him, pushing your ass even closer to him. Causing a small whimper leaving your lips at the feeling, followed by a throaty chuckle from Dean against your ear.
"Someone's keen, huh?" he chuckles as his lips drag across your earlobe teasingly.
"Dean please," you practically beg, turning your head to press a kiss to his stubble covered cheek, unable to stop yourself from smiling when he turns to look at you. You grip one of his wrists pulling him away from on your breasts, slowly dragging his hand down your stomach, loving how his skin feels against yours.
"Didn't you get enough of me this morning baby girl?" he asks as his hand slips between your legs. Two fingers brushing through your soaked folds, "ugh fuck, clearly not. huh?" he grunts slowly sitting down he drags you back into his lap.
"Never enough, Dean," you answer, your reply coming out breathy as his cock pushes through your folds. You gently rock your hips, so that you don't splash too much water out of the tub. Loving the wet slide of his cock every time it bumps against your clit.
"Such a little fucking tease," Dean grunts hands gripping the sides of the tub harshly, biting into his lip as he watches you move.
If this is a dream it's easily the most intense dream you've ever had.
Dean's hands move under the water, moving just beneath your thighs. Before you can react he's lifted you like that, pulling you back against his chest so his thick cock gently presses against your soaked opening.
"You sure you're ready for me baby girl?" Dean grunts low in his throat, like he's holding back as the head of his cock slips inside you.
"Fuck that's big," you gasp quietly in surprise, a surge of heat rolls through your stomach and, god, you've never needed someone so bad in your entire life.
"So fucking tight," Dean grunts drowning out your whimpering cries.
"Dean, I need your cock inside me, please," you whine desperately as Dean finally relents, slowly lowering you onto his cock, feeling your pussy flutter around his length with every added inch.
"There's my dirty little cock slut," Dean growls low and dangerous in the back of his throat, those last few inches sinking into you hard and fast. He stills allowing you to adjust, bracing your hands on the sides of the tub.
Jesus fucking christ he feels incredible, you're so full of him, his dirty mouth only spurring you on. When he wraps his hand around your throat, long thick strong fingers digging into your delicate skin. Your pussy clenching around his thick length, as he adjusts his grip slightly, just tight enough to restrict your breathing, so that you can't help but whimper when he pulls your back against his chest.
"Dean move! Please!" you croak as loudly as you can under his grip.
He doesn't reply, his free hand simply moves your legs slightly, resting them on the grab rails on the sides of the bath, spreading your legs open wide for him. The first roll of his hips makes a squeak leave your lips, mouth dropping open in a silent moan.
The muscles of his thighs tense under your ass as he picks up a brutal pace, fucking up into you rough and so amazing, hitting the perfect spot inside you repeatedly. You quickly start to feel the delicious burn of your building orgasm running through your veins.
You can feel it, every single time his muscles tighten in his chest and stomach as he holds you tightly against his chest. The way that the muscles in his arms flex and contract with every tightening grip of his fingers around your throat, making you whimper helplessly, voice hoarse and breathy when you moan his name.
The coil inside you is tightening quickly like the hand currently gripping your throat.
"So close!" you croak out, voice just barely above a whisper. As the water continues to rock over the edges of the bath with every harsh and brutal thrust of Dean's hips.
"Not yet," Dean grits out between thrusts, his free hand moving to your chest tugging harshly at one of your taught nipples, rolling the stiff bud between his thumb and forefinger. "Don't you fucking dare!" Dean growls out his warning low and rough, as your pussy starts to spasm around his thick length.
You obey like your body was made for him, "Such a good girl for me baby."
His praises make your blood sing, heartbeat loud in your ears as his hand slips between your legs. There's hardly any water in the tub anymore but you've never cared less about anything in your life. Two long thick fingers start their assault on your clit and you can't help but let out a choke gasp of his name.
"Come," he whispers against your ear and as soon as that magic word leaves his plump lips your eyes snap open.
You find yourself in the motel bed, sweating profusely your legs tangled in the covers beneath you. Panties soaked through, fingers still digging into the mattress you gasp for air, rubbing your covers across your brow. Turning your head you find Dean, unable to stop yourself from letting out a needy whine.
There he was the literal man from your dreams, in a similar state to you, covered in sweat. The sheets and duvet tangled around his body, but his eyes were still closed as he gasped and moaned, hips rolling up into nothing.
It took every part of you not to throw yourself onto that bed and help him out, but you knew that your own dream had been different than any other. It felt too real.
You practically fell off of the bed, legs trembling as you awkwardly walk over to Dean's bed. "Dean, you gotta wake up!" you tell him, your voice coming out much quieter than you'd meant it too as you lean over him slightly to shake his shoulder. The second that your hand touched his arm his eyes snap open and his hips still. He's still panting when he meets your eyes, face coated in sweat.
Dean's eyes land on yours as he shifts in the bed, looking like a deer caught in the headlights. His hair is a mess and he's panting hard and fast. "What's going on?" Dean asks voice coming out strained and husky.
"You were kinda-" you trail off nodding to the still very present tent in Dean's jeans.
Dean looks down at his lap and blushes rolling onto his front again, swallowing hard as he seems to remember something.
"Let me guess, something else is wrong?"
"Yeah kind of. Uh, I think it's got something to do with the witch. Your dream or whatever and mine," you reply blushing as he looks at your dishevelled appearance.
"Ah, okay," Dean replies a little awkwardly, finally able to get up from the bed.
"So I was thinking, maybe we should head back to the bunker, see what we can find out?"
"Yeah and we don't sleep. Since things might get a little awkward," Dean states firmly as you grab your duffle from the floor and Dean joins you doing the same.
"Yeah right. How hard can it be not to sleep?" you reply with an unconvincing laugh.
Turns out it is very hard to stay awake. Dean has cranked up the volume of the music in the impala, the pair of you actively avoiding each other's gaze. The few times your gazes had met there had been awkward smiles, ending with both of you blushing and looking away.
"So, your dream, was it intense?" Dean asks suddenly, startling you a little from your daydreaming gazing out of the window.
You look at him and he's still focused on the road, your eyes can't help but move down to his lips. "Very...intense," you reply quietly distracted by the memory, chewing on your lip. When you look back up you meet his darker than usual green eyes.
"You wanna talk about it?" Dean inquires the low timber in his voice causes you to almost shiver, remembering when he'd pressed those lips to your ear.
Absentmindedly you rub at your throat where you swore you could still feel his thick fingers, quickly you clear it.
"No. I don't think I can. Why? Do you wanna talk about it?" you question quietly watching him shift in his seat, actively avoiding your searching gaze. You aren't sure if your question comes off a little keen towards the end, so you shift your eyes back to your hands in your lap.
"You're probably right. Maybe not the best idea," he replies sounding a little defeated. "You think that we need to tell Sammy? So that he can help us figure this out?"
Dean sounds a little nervous and you are hardly surprised, if how you found him had been any indication then his dream hadn't been dissimilar to your own. "Probably, but god, I hope not," you yawn, spotting the bunker a little further up ahead.
The long pause in conversation makes you believe he's leaving it there, hands flexing around the steering wheel pull your eyes again. Remembering the way that he had wrapped them around your throat as he fucked you within an inch of your life.
"Yeah could get a little awkward," he replies rubbing at his heavy eyes as the car pulls into the bunker's garage.
"Why's that?" you ask as the pair of your climb out of the car heading towards the joining door to the bunker.
"I uh. No reason, just you know. Sam's my brother and all."
"Doesn't normally bother you," you reply confused as Dean sighs.
"Look, just drop it. Okay?" Dean grumbles in annoyance, pushing in front of you in search of his brother as you trailed a little behind him.
"Wow, okay. Cranky pants."
Dean rolls his eyes at you. Although you don't see it you know him too well at this point. You both walk into the library, quickly finding Sam reading a stack of books, at least he had been before falling asleep amongst them. Dean looks at his brother trying not to laugh momentarily forgetting why you'd had to come back in such a hurry. Until he feels another wave of exhaustion roll through him, a lot like the one he'd had earlier, just a pinch stronger.
He grabs Sam's shoulder and shakes gently at first, calling his brothers name. Only receiving a grunt as Sam tries to slap him away. Hearing you laugh behind him he can't help but smile a little. Noticing the drool covering the current book under Sam's face. Shaking a little harder Dean speaks a little louder this time.
"Yo! Sam! Wipe your face off, man, you look like a freakin' glazed doughnut. That book isn't lookin' much better either," Dean quips, unable to stop the chuckle that leaves his lips, quickly joined by you at his side when Sam finally sits up to acknowledge the pair of you.
Sam looks around a moment, confusion covering his face, rubbing at his eyes he focuses back on you and Dean standing in front of him. "Wait, you two are back early. What the hell's going on?"
"Yeah sorry sleepy head, we've got a problem," Dean sighs loudly, scrubbing his hand over his face. Dean takes a seat across the table from his brother, you take the seat beside the younger Winchester. You're still avoiding Dean's gaze, fully aware of the fact he's barely looked at you either.
Sam's face changes instantly looking between you and his brother.
"What's happened this time?" Before either of you can think of how the hell to explain this, Sam rolls his eyes and speaks again. "Wait, this was a witch hunt right?"
There is no way he knows what's going on, but all the same you play along with him, not daring a glance over at Dean.
"Yeah, so?"
"Dean got himself cursed again, right?" Sam half laughs looking at his brother, earning himself a scowl in return.
"Actually, smart ass, we both did," Dean practically growls, but it's quickly interrupted by a yawn. A yawn which is shortly followed by one of your own.
Sam holds up his hands defensively, still smiling slightly as he turns to look at you.
"What happened?"
You go on to explain the story to Sam, how the witch had caught the two of you off guard and hit you with some kind of glittery flour crap. You swallow hard, knowing the next part won't roll off the tongue quite as easily.
"I can't speak for Dean. However, I've been having these dreams and I'm not gonna go into detail but needless to say they're intense. Everything feels so real, looks so real and I wake up sweating and panting. Right before I get to the..." you trail off towards the end and somehow meet Dean's eyes.
"Yeah, it stops right before you get to the good part and everything just explodes," Dean says quietly, his voice dropping to the tone you'd heard in your dream and a shiver unexpectedly rolls across your skin. You watch his Adam's apple bob, before he licks his lips and your transfixed.
Until a yawn rips through you again, forcing you to finally look away from Dean, instead you turn to the younger Winchester.
"Sam are you okay to do a little research into this? Just this thing, it keeps dragging me under, I dunno if I can keep my eyes open any longer."
"Yeah go, both of you," Sam says sternly, levelling his brother with a look when he yawns yet again. "Not sure if I wanna see what happens when you fall asleep Dean," Sam laughs when Dean kicks him under the table.
"Right, well I'm not about to turn down that offer. Thank you Sam," you smile sleepily, kissing his cheek, before forcing yourself to stand from your chair.
"No problem Y/N, I'll shout if I find anything," he calls behind you.
Once your door closes behind you, a sigh of relief falls from your lips.
"Thank god," you smile to yourself, glad to be home, quickly stripping down to your thin t-shirt and panties.
As you climb into bed you hear Dean's door slam behind him, pretty sure Sam's said something else to annoy him, you just brush it off. Pulling the covers over yourself you snuggle down into your pillow letting dream Dean find you again.