Colter and Russell Shaw | Tracker 2x02

ㅤTHE SON OF THE SEAㅤandㅤTHE DAUGHTER OF THE DEEP.

SUMMARY ㅤtwo sirens walk into a bar . . . ㅤWARNINGSㅤ( 18+!! )ㅤsiren ! dean & siren ! readerㅤDEAN IS SO ARROGANT 😭ㅤhooking up in a bar bathroom which is icky gross :/ㅤunprotected p in v (they're half fish forgive them </3)ㅤNOTESㅤsorry ive been slacking on writing lately i have no excuse except to blame the economy. pls have this as an apology it is a silly lil idea i got

there was something about you that dean winchester could not fucking shake.

moe's seaside grill was always his place, you know. he'd walk between those saloon style doors dragging in sand clinging to the bottom of his newly acquired golden tan legs, he'd ruffle his saltwater curled deep blonde hair with a hand that must have shimmered in the light, catching the very small peeks of iridescent black scales that he never truly bothered to hide, and the women who frequented the place just for him would fall to their very knees.

some guys, too, though dean didn't pay them much attention unless he was starved and knew he could get away with ditching their bones along with the other litterings of fish skeletons and crab shells and lobster tails in the dumpster outside of the grill.

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being a princess is a lot of work pls give me a milkshake

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DEAN WINCHESTER X READER

summary: you like marking your man, and dean isn’t ashamed to show them off

the sandy shores of california welcomed your body, the slight breeze brushing over your arms and the sun beating down on your forehead. it was a beautiful day in june, and visiting a state with beaches meant you and dean going on a little adventure.

a towel was laid on the grainy surface, a small string bikini clad over your body as you laid down on the sand. dean was standing above you, shorts and a plain black shirt on as he rummaged through your beach bag.

“dean,” you jokingly whined, sitting up and leaning back on your hands. “you’re blocking the sun. how am i going to tan?”

all that could be heard was the rummaging of items in the beach bag, dean’s concentrated look peaking through the rim of your sunglasses. “sorry, baby. i just need to find the sunscreen or i’ll burn like crazy.”

a smile spread across your lips, making you cherish this moment greatly. you didn’t get moment’s like these with dean that much, and it was refreshing to feel something other than dread and fear.

though those nice feelings turned to shock when dean took off his shirt, the remnants of your night spent together the day prior displayed all over his stomach and hips like art work.

hickey’s and love bites littered his skin. whether that be on his collarbones, chest, stomach, or even his v line, they were everywhere. you couldn’t help it, you loved marking your man in the heat of the moment. but now, all you could feel was embarrassment that someone would notice.

sitting up fully, you scrambled for the beach bag, attempting to grab the second towel you guys brought. “dean!” his name came out in a hiss, and he instantly snapped his head towards you with a confused expression on his face.

“what’s wrong?” he asked, genuinely curious. you just shook your head, fingers fumbling for the towel. “you need to cover up.” your hands waved around at his upper body, and when dean caught on to what you were talking about, a large grin broke out on his face.

“uhh uhh,” he teased, hands moving to grab the beach bag out of your hand. “not in a million years will i be hiding this masterpiece of yours.”

the shame and embarrassment in your chest wouldn’t let you budge, and you swatted at dean’s hands to try and get back the bag so you could grab him a towel.

but dean was quicker, and with precision, he grabbed both your wrists in his hand and pulled you up so you were on your knees. dean ducked his head down, and he made sure that his nose touched yours as he whispered softly against your lips.

“stop that, baby.” he whispered, breath hitting yours cheek. “i love showing off my pretty girl’s masterpiece. let all the other girls know i’m off the market.”

his lips moved from your cheek to your own mouth, connecting together in a passionate kiss. dean let go of your wrists, gripping onto your hips and pulling you into him. all that shame you felt before washed away, because right now, in dean winchester’s arms, nothing was better.

and he was going to flaunt those marks off until his dying breath.

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NAT BABBLES: me and my queen @deansbeer both realized we love a sexy v line and somehow this came to form.

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