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(* means smut, 18+ only!)

~ Dean ~

Why don't you love me

Pure Hatred

Wild

So in love with those fics <3

Bloody Dean part 2 - a Supernatural fanfic

pairing Dean Winchester x f!reader

This is part 2, here's part 1 :)

a little something for my favourite Winchester, because i wanted to continue this fanfic but i don't really know where this is going to go, so let's just roll with the flow!

❝ SHORT STRAW ❞ ──── BLUEMERAKIS

synopsis. based on the episode “a very supernatural christmas”, john winchester’s absence gives dean the chance to reflect on the state of his life, where he realises he got stuck with the one parent he could’ve lived without.

──── warnings. heavy angst, cussing, john winchester hate.

THE JAWS OF NEBRASKAN WINTER don’t know mercy. Its gaping maw looms over the desolate city of Broken Bow, where it whispers an icy tale that settles deep within Dean’s bones—a narrative that just feels like it belongs. And its haunting familiarity is the only reason that it doesn’t sting—doesn’t maul him like an unwelcome trespasser.

Because the cold. . . it just belongs.

Second Chances: Forever - Part Fifteen of ?

Pairings: Beau Arlen x Y/N Female reader Series Summary: A chance meeting in the grocery store brought a whirlwind of change to Beau Arlen’s life—change he had no issues with whatsoever. A second chance at life, love, family—a second chance at forever. Word Count: 5,731 Tags/Warnings: Just so much fluff! A/N: Comments, Likes, Reblogs, Kind feedback are always highly appreciated. Please let me know if you want to be added to the tag list! Divider: credit to @sweetmelodygraphics

Chapter Fifteen: Being There

Beau was sliding his jacket on, the last hint of daylight spilling through the blinds in his office, casting amber streaks across the floor. The day had been long but productive, and the thought of going home—to Y/N, to the kids—was pulling at him like gravity.

His phone buzzed just as he reached for his keys. Carla.

A familiar name. A voice he hadn’t heard in a while, but not one that stirred dread—just history. Shared roads. Quiet understanding.

Bloodlines & Fate Chapter 11

Being Touched should have been a blessing—a mark of honor in your lineage, celebrated by your pack since childhood. But to you, it's always made you feel like an outsider, never really fitting in anywhere. Yeah, you had your best friend Jess, but for you, something always felt like it was missing. The land your pack runs on during the full moons brings you a sense of peace you don't fully understand, at first.

Paring: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader/You

Word Count: 9410

Warning: Angst, Fluff, Dean getting memories, Reader taking care of Dean, Longing.

A/N: Professor Robert Zimmerman is based off of The Doctor from Star Trek Voyager, as I absolutely love that character. Alaric Saltzman is from The Vampire Diaries.

A/N: It's my first attempt with an A/B/O fic, be gentle, please. I hope you like it. Not sure how many chapters this will be yet.

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The change came like a storm. Bones cracked, muscles twisted, fur rushed over skin. But none of it mattered. None of it was strange. None of it hurt. This was right. This was how things were meant to be.

But… his human was silent. Gone.

For the first time, the wolf was alone in the mind. No arguing, no resistance, no voice controlling what they did. Just the wind in his fur, the earth beneath his paws, the steady rhythm of his own breath. The pack ran with him, their voices lifting in song, echoing through the night.

Summary: You took the job for the paycheck—not expecting your colleague with wild hair and too many piercings to be this charming. Turns out, behind the sarcasm and mustard doodles, he’s kind of impossible not to fall for.

-requested-

Pairing: Boaz Priestly x Reader

Warnings: 18+ only! Smut, Language

Word Count: 5495

A/N: English isn’t my first language, please be lenient. 💙

JUST A LITTLE

PAIRING : beau arlen x younger fem!reader

SUMMARY : beau lies before coming clean.

WARNINGS : age gap. strong language. angst. depression.

A/N : sorry for making y’all wait so long! it took me forever to make up my mind on how i wanted to continue this fic. there will be one more part after this so stay tuned but for now, i give you part 2 of are you ashamed? ! (hope y’all ain’t too disappointed with this)

“Wait a second, he did what?” Cassie asks, her eyebrows drawn together.

“And you let him live?” adds Jenny.

You had driven home and attempted to sleep everything off, but you couldn’t; Your mind only raced. After tossing and turning, you decided to seek unbiased advice from your mutual friends. So, you visit Dewell and Hoyt Private Investigations' office.

“I can’t believe he would do such a thing,” says Denise.

“Yeah, well, neither can I. I’ve never seen that side of Beau…” You stare off into the distance, replaying the memories that occurred earlier this morning. “I know he didn’t mean to be rough. I know that. You should've seen the hurt in his eyes when I told him we were done...I don’t know. Maybe I should just talk to him.”

That Feeling Part 6

Pairing: Dean x reader

Y/N POV

Warnings: Fluff. Slight angst if you squint.

Series warnings- language, unrequited love, angst, unwanted kissing, depression, anxiety, and feelings.

Trigger Warning: This series contains discussions of depression, anxiety, commitment issues, and feelings that go along with those. If that could be triggering for you I would skip out on this one. It is based on some experiences I have had in real life.

*All mistakes are my own!

Finally finished this series. I know it was a rough ride but hopefully this makes up for it!

GIF is not mine.

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I had been at Jody’s for a few days now, I had helped the girls do some spring cleaning. It helped me to keep my mind busy.

Dean had texted me frequently within the last few days. I felt bad for leaving but I knew if I didn’t, it could end badly for both of us. I need to make sure I have my head on straight and I am ready for this. 

I had called my therapist when I left the bunker. She talked me off the ledge and helped me understand what I was feeling. I knew everything she was saying but sometimes it works more if we hear it from someone else. 

I know if I don’t give this a chance, I’ll regret it for the rest of my life. I love Dean, and I know he cares about me. He wouldn’t have put up with me this long if he didn’t. I know it’s ok to be scared but I can’t let that fear hold me back. 

I was sitting on the couch, watching out the window, when I heard Claire speak. Jody and Alex were at work, Claire was hanging with me surprisingly, I guess I’m cool.

“Hey, do you want to head to the mall with me? I need some new jeans. 90% of mine are covered in blood and gut stains.”

I looked at her, “Yeah that sounds good, I’ll buy lunch if you drive.”

“Seriously? Jody never lets me drive.” 

I stood up, “Well I have faith you won’t crash, and if you do, I won’t hold it over your head.” I laughed.

She sighed. “I’m not that bad, I promise.”

I patted her shoulder, “I know you aren't.”

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We made it to the mall without a scratch, she really wasn’t a bad driver. Definitely no worse than me.

Dean always hated when he drove and I was present, evidently I’m a backseat driver. Call me a little paranoid. 

I was looking through the dresses, I found a cute black one that would hug my curves but covered all my goods. I decided to get it.

Claire and I had lunch, talked about life, she’s still not sure what she wants to do.

“I know I definitely want to continue hunting, I feel like it’s the best thing for me. I know I’m good at it.” she spoke.

“I get that, you are still young, give it time. You can’t expect to have everything figured out right now. Hell, I’m older than you and I still don’t have everything figured out.”

She sighed, “I know and that’s what Jody keeps telling me. Sometimes I just get lonely even when I’m around people, I just feel like I missed out on a big part of life where I could meet new people.”

“I get it, it’s hard but Claire you can always meet new people. I deal with the same thing.” I gave her hand a small squeeze.

“Thanks Y/N, I feel like you get me. I appreciate you spending time with me today.”

“Of course, besides I need you around to make me feel cool.”

Claire laughed at me, “You are cool for an old chick.”

“Hey! I’m not too much older than you sister.” I slapped her hand.

She was laughing harder now.

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We headed back to Jody’s. Jody had mentioned us girls getting together tonight with Donna at the local bar. I was excited, I hadn’t seen her in a while, she had been crazy busy between hunting and work.

I started getting ready for the night. I fixed my hair and did my usual light makeup routine. I decided to wear my new black dress with tights and heeled boots. I threw my black leather jacket over top, since it is still a little chilly out.

As we were headed out, Jody commented on my outfit,  “Dang Y/N that dress is gorgeous on you!” 

I smiled, “Thanks Jody, wanted to dress up a little tonight.”

I felt great, my head had felt more clear and I was feeling like my old self. 

We arrived at the bar. It wasn’t too busy, which was perfect for me. I always hated large crowards. 

We met up with Donna, she was so excited to see us. I wish I could be chipper like her. 

We were having a good time, laughing, drinking and talking. I headed to the bathroom. I made sure to touch up my lipgloss. 

When I returned to the bar, I was surprised. I saw Sam. 

“Hey stranger.” I approached him.

“Hey Y/N!” He got up to hug me. He seemed excited. 

“What are you doing here?”

“That’s for you to find out, why don’t you head outside?” 

“Ok…” I was confused but curious nonetheless. 

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I headed outside. I saw Dean standing next to the Impala. He smiled instantly when he saw me.

“Hey beautiful” he moved to hug me as I got closer.

“Hey handsome” I squeezed him tight, God I had missed him.

He held me tight. 

“I missed you.” He rested his head on mine.

“I missed you too.” I stood back to look at him.

How can one man be so handsome, it really wasn’t fair.

He looked at me and smiled.

“You look beautiful, not that you usually don’t, I just missed you and seeing you now….yeah I’m gonna stop talking.” He sighed.

I laughed.

“I get it. And thank you.” I smiled at him. 

We both moved to lean against Baby as we talked.

“Are you feeling better?” He had his arm over my shoulder. 

“Yes.” I sighed and moved to stand in front of him. I could get lost in his eyes. He always makes me nervous but in a good way. 

I took a deep breath “Look, I am really sorry for everything. I know I’m a lot and dealing with me isn’t a cake walk. I’m a mess. I could promise to do better but I know myself and I know I’m not always going to be easy to deal with. But I do care about you, a lot. And if I don’t give this, us, a chance, I’ll regret it for the rest of my life. It scares the shit out of me, but you…Dean, you are worth it. I can’t imagine my life without you and I don’t want to. I know I’m damaged and I know I’ll drive you crazy and probably piss you off but I love you and I want you.”

I could tell he was thinking so I gave him time. He took my hand. 

“Y/N I wouldn’t want you if you weren’t you. When I look at you I see a brave, confident woman who could kick my ass but can also be sweeter than pie. I love you, flaws in all. No one is perfect, hell I am a mess too. But I can’t do this life without you. Meeting you was like meeting the sun. You light up my life in ways I didn’t know it could be lit. I don’t want to do this life without you, I’m scared to but I think this is something worth fighting for. So if you will have me, I’m yours. Cause Sweetheart since the day I met you, you have been mine.” 

Tears welled in my eyes.

I smiled at him. “Damn Winchester, who knew you were a hopeless romantic.” He laughed and took me in his arms. 

I looked up at him. “I’m yours.” 

He sighed “Good. If it’s ok with you now, I’m gonna kiss you.” 

I giggled, “I would love that.” 

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One of the girls (Dean Winchester x female reader)

You dress up as a working girl for a case. It brings up some memories for Dean, as well as some new fantasies of you.

My SPN masterlist

CWs: Dean and his history with sex workers, nothing actually happens but Dean's fantasizing. Some seemingly unrequited pining. 18+. 3.7k words

You’re leaned against the side of the Gas Mart, legs stretching long and naked from the high leg of your jeans shorts and the second-hand cowboy boots you picked up God knows where - Dean’s never seen them on you, but he loves them immediately. You’re wearing a sheer red top, tied at the waist to reveal the soft-looking skin of your stomach and to top it all off, a fluffy, short leopard print jacket, that Dean hasn’t pressed his nose into, but can guess exactly what it smells like: dusty, plastic-y and perfect. 

To cut a long story short: you look absolutely delicious, a juicy piece of bait that no blood sucker in the world could possibly resist. Dean sure as hell knows he wouldn’t be able to.

BREAKING POINT - Part 1

Pairing: Russell Shaw x Reader

Summary: Russell made you a promise, but “getting out” of government contract work is even more difficult than he thought it would be. Is he willing to put the past aside, or is this going to be your breaking point?

AN: Welcome back to the Every Second Counts-verse! After the cliffhanger in Bubbly, I know you guys have been wanting this next part of their story. Get ready for a rocky ride — in two parts! 😅 (Also thank you again for all the birthday wishes. You guys are the best. 🥹💜)

Special thanks to the lovely Michelle - @luci-in-trenchcoats - for giving me tons of Tracker spoilers from the books that helped me shape the idea for BP! Both Michelle and Wayne - @waynes-multiverse have been incredibly encouraging and supportive in this one. 💚

Song Inspo: “Come in From the Night” by Chicago

Posted on Patreon: 3/28/2025

Word Count: 6.8K

Tags/Warnings: Fluff, angst, secrets and lies of omission, hints of Russell’s shady past, 2x02 events, and a twist…

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Part 1: One Step Ahead of the Past

You paused in the middle of the grocery store aisle when you heard the thump. Yet another item dropped into the shopping cart.

You turned your head from the display of buy-one-get-one coffee brands and rose a brow at your boyfriend, trying not to smile.

“Uh, no. I don’t think so,” you said, grabbing the box of Zebra Cakes out of the cart.

“Aw, come on,” Russell implored.

“Babe, Dory and I call these cancer cakes. And you know what, for a guy who somehow keeps in like, Super Soldier-level shape, you’ve got a mega sweet tooth for all things junk,” you teased, and then smiled hard when he snaked an arm around your waist to try and distract you. You knew what he was really aiming for.

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Beau looked over as you turned your phone screen off with a sigh. “Let me guess,” he spoke up.

“I don’t want to talk about.”

“He can’t make dinner,” he continued, ignoring your protest. “Not surprised, although it is your what? Two year anniversary?”

“I said I don’t want to talk about, Beaufort.”

The engine of his Land Rover filled the silence as the tension floated between you. You looked at the clock of the radio.

“So, explain it to me again…”

“Wow, managed to keep quiet for a whole two minutes,” you quipped, giving him a smile. “What is it, Sheriff?”

“He cancels plans, flirts with other women, always going out with the guys, some nights he doesn’t even come home,” Beau rambled on, though it wasn’t anything you hadn'theard before.

“So you were eavesdropping?”

“No, not eavesdropping,” he grinned

❤️I loved this so much!! Their dynamic was so great and the scene at the end just UGH 🥹

- Tonight, the line had been crossed, one they could never undo.

So why stop now, right? -

That night, both of them slept very little.

Sometime before dawn, Y/N had turned away, facing the other side of the bed, but Jensen had somehow gravitated towards her in his sleep. His arm draped lazily around her waist, his breath warm against the back of her neck. It felt natural, too natural, as if they had been doing this forever.

The alarm clock buzzed aggressively, but neither stirred at first. It wasn’t until sunlight began creeping through the curtains that Y/N’s eyes fluttered open. She stared at the clock on her nightstand, and suddenly, panic jolted through her like a lightning strike.

“Oh my God!” she gasped, bolting upright.

Jensen groaned groggily, blinking as if he was still caught between sleep and reality. Then he saw her wide-eyed stare and followed her gaze to the blinking red numbers.

“Shit.”

He sat up abruptly, rubbing his face before scrambling out of bed. Clothes were hurriedly grabbed, shirts were shoved on backwards, and shoes were barely tied as he rushed towards the door. He hesitated, just for a second, looking at her—like he wanted to say something, do something—but she didn’t meet his gaze.

Neither of them spoke about what had happened.

Jensen wanted to. He wanted to reach for her, to hold her like he had the night before, to kiss her again, but Y/N remained quiet. Distant. As if the weight of the morning had crushed everything from the night before.

The door closed behind him, and he was gone. Needing to go home before picking y/n up again for the wedding.

The wedding.... Running late for his own wedding.

Y/N sat there, staring at the now empty space beside her, her heartbeat still erratic.

She had no idea what to do next.

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They arrived at the church together the car ride was as cool and kill like that morning.

Jensen had told Y/N before that he’d pick her up, that they’d drive together since she was his best woman.

And now, after everything, she wasn’t sure how they had managed to fall back into that plan, but here they were—pulling up side by side, both late.

Jared was already outside, pacing near the grand entrance, looking down at his watch with growing impatience. The second he spotted Jensen stepping out of his car, he stormed toward him.

“Dude, where have you been?” Jared asked, exasperated.

Jensen raked a hand through his hair, opening his mouth to answer, but nothing came out. Y/N emerged from the car a second later, and Jared’s gaze flickered between them.

He didn’t need an answer.

Y/N saw the exact moment he put the pieces together. His jaw tensed slightly, his expression unreadable, but it was the way his eyes landed on her, seeing something in her face—guilt, hesitation—that made her shift uncomfortably.

Jared sighed, glancing at Jensen. “What the hell did you do?”

Jensen didn’t say much, just rushed inside, his steps hurried and his mind clouded. He wanted to walk straight up the aisle, get this over with, but Danneel was already there, waiting for him before he could take another step.

She folded her arms, eyes flashing with anger. “You should be glad the priest was willing to wait for you, that I was willing to wait!”

Jensen let out a half-hearted chuckle, attempting to defuse the situation. “It’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding, isn’t it?”

Danneel didn’t laugh. “Don’t joke, Jensen. Where the hell have you been?”

Before he could answer, her gaze shifted to Y/N, standing just a few steps behind him. Her expression hardened. “And you? What's your part in this?”

Y/N opened her mouth, but Jensen beat her to it. “She woke me up this morning after I failed to pick her up,” he said quickly, his voice smooth but firm.

Danneel narrowed her eyes. She didn’t seem entirely convinced, but with guests waiting and tension rising, she let out a sharp breath. “Just get inside.”

Jensen nodded, but as he stepped past her, he felt the weight of his own lie settle heavily on his chest. He didn’t dare look back at Y/N. If he did, he might not make it to the altar at all.

Y/N stood beside Jensen and Jared, watching as Danneel walked up the aisle. The entire service was a blur, words spoken that she barely processed. Thank God she could mask her tears as happy ones, because the ache in her chest was unbearable.

The moment the vows were exchanged, the moment Jensen said "I do," she knew something had shattered irreparably inside her. But she smiled. She clapped with everyone else. She played her part.

Later, at the reception, the weight of it all crashed down again. Standing in a quiet corner, she let the tears fall freely, hidden by the dim lights and the sound of laughter and music filling the grand hall.

When Jensen and Danneel had their first dance, it was too much. Seeing him hold her close, whisper something in her ear that made her smile—it was the final blow.

"You could call a taxi," a soft voice startled her. “No one would blame you if you left early.”

Y/N turned to find Jensen’s mother standing beside her, watching her with a knowing expression.

She knew.

She had always known how much Y/N cared for Jensen. Maybe even before Y/N had admitted it to herself.

Y/N swallowed past the lump in her throat and nodded. Without a word, she wrapped her arms around Jensen’s mother, holding onto her tightly for just a moment. Then, pulling back, she whispered, "Can you tell Jensen I wasn’t feeling well?"

His mother gave her a soft, understanding smile. "Of course, sweetheart."

With that, Y/N turned and slipped away, leaving behind the love she could never have.

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Two years had passed. Their friendship was never the same again.

Jensen rarely called, and Y/N never reached out either. Everything she knew about his life came through Jared and Gen—his work, his travels, his personal life. It was easier that way, she told herself. Easier than reopening old wounds.

Her birthday arrived, and like every year, she hosted a backyard barbecue for family and friends. Last year, Jensen hadn’t come. She hadn’t expected him to this year either, so when he showed up, it caught her completely off guard.

What caught him off guard was the sight of her giggling and flirting with another man.

He watched from across the yard, brow furrowing as she playfully nudged the stranger—Jimmy, someone he’d never met. They stood close, too close. She was smiling in a way that made something in Jensen’s stomach twist uncomfortably.

Thinking she used to look at him that way.

Unable to stop himself, he leaned toward the group he was seated with. "Who’s that?" he asked, trying to sound casual.

His mother looked surprised. "You don’t know?" She glanced back at Y/N and Jimmy before turning to him. "She’s dating."

Jensen’s stomach dropped. His grip on his beer tightened. "She didn’t tell me," he mumbled, barely hearing the chatter around him as he kept his eyes on Y/N and the man beside her.

Something about it felt wrong.

Something about it felt like a mistake.

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When Y/N stepped inside to grab another drink, Jensen followed. He waited until they were alone in the kitchen before speaking, his voice tight. "You didn’t tell me you were seeing someone."

Y/N turned, surprised, then immediately defensive. "Well I'm sorry dad, didn't know you were still interested in my personal life."

"Oh come on, y/n!"

"What?" She bit back.

"Don't act like that!"

"Like what Jensen? Like a total stranger, because that is what I feel when you bother to talk to me or show up."

"We're not stranger's, a-a-and we talk! We tell each other everything."

Her eyes widen in fury, 'Everything? OK fine," She dropped the drinks with stud on the counter. "How is it going with the entire plan to start a family. Is she pregnant yet? Did you find a gynecologist?"

Jensen’s jaw tensed. "That’s different. It's personal."

"Is it? You told Jared." Y/N crossed her arms, her heart pounding. "You don’t call, you don’t text, and suddenly you care about my love life?"

"I’m your friend, Y/N! Of course I care!

"Bull, Jensen!" Her voice was sharp, raw. "You don’t care. You haven’t cared since…" She lowered her voice, the anger giving way to something more fragile. "Since that night."

Jensen flinched.

Y/N inhaled sharply, straightening. "Now excuse me, I've got guest to serve." She pushed past him, her shoulder brushing his as she left.

Jensen remained frozen, his heart hammering, his eyes following her as she rejoined the party outside. Jimmy rubbing her back.

--

When evening ended, Danneel was ready to leave, but Jensen barely heard her. His attention was locked on Y/N, noticing how Jimmy was leaving as well. So they're not living together then....

This was his chance.

He turned to Jared, voice low. "Do you mind dropping Danneel off at home?" Danneel’s head snapped toward him. "What?"

Jensen didn’t look away from Y/N. He couldn’t. He needed to talk to her. Alone. Danneel’s jaw tightened. She hated the idea. Hated how focused he was on Y/N. But Jensen didn’t care.

Not anymore.

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Danneel had left with Jared and Gen.

The house had grown quiet, except for the soft hum of crickets outside and the occasional clink of bottles as Y/N cleared off the table on the back patio. The scent of grilled food and laughter still lingered in the air, but the warmth of the party had faded.

Jensen stood in the doorway, silhouetted by the faint kitchen light behind him, watching her. Her hair was tied up now, strands falling loose from the heat and movement of the day. She hadn’t noticed him yet—or maybe she had, and was pretending not to.

He finally stepped out, voice low but clear.

"Do you love him?"

She froze mid-reach for a plate. Her shoulders stiffened, but she didn’t turn around. "Yes."

Jensen swallowed, his voice hoarser now. "More than me?"

She did turn then, slowly, her face shadowed but her eyes fierce. "Jensen... that’s not fair. I can’t answer that."

"It's just a question." He added looking sheepish. "I would never ask you that." She tried to block the question.

"I’d answer," he said, stepping closer.

She stared at him, heart pounding. The breeze caught the hem of her dress, fluttering it slightly. She braced herself. "Okay then, fine. Who do you love most?"

He didn’t flinch. Didn’t blink.

"You."

Silence. Utter silence.

Her throat tightened. She looked away for a second, because it was too much—too direct. Too real.

"You don’t get to say that," she whispered. "Not after marrying someone else. Not after leaving me the way you did, after behaving, ignoring me, the way you did."

"I know," Jensen replied, softer now, stepping close enough that she could smell the bourbon still clinging faintly to his shirt. "But it’s the truth."

Y/N leaned against the table, needing the grounding. Her fingers curled over the edge, gripping hard. "Why are you telling me now?"

"Because seeing you with someone else made me realize I loved you before I even knew, And that I never stopped being in love with you. And maybe... maybe I was just too much of a coward to admit it before."

She shook her head slowly, her breath shaky. "You always had a choice. You chose her."

"And I’ve regretted it every day since. You think I didn't know why you left my wedding so soon? That I didn't see you talk to my mom?"

The wind rustled through the trees above them. Jensen stood there, as if the weight of the years they’d missed was pressing on his chest.

Y/N looked at him then. Really looked at him. "And what am I supposed to do with that, Jensen?"

He didn’t have an answer. But he didn’t leave either.

And neither did she.

They stared at each other, something electric and painful passing between them like static in the thick summer air. Then Y/N turned, collecting the rest of the dishes wordlessly and walking inside. Jensen followed after a beat, silently picking up what was left and trailing her into the kitchen.

They cleaned in silence. The clinking of plates, the running faucet, the soft hum of the overhead light—everything felt louder in the quiet tension between them. She was drying a plate when Jensen set down a bowl and suddenly reached for her waist.

His hands slid gently around her, turning her to face him, pulling her in, locking her body between his and the kitchen counter.

Her breath caught.

"Why are we like this, Y/N?" he asked, his voice rough, his forehead resting against hers. She barely whispered, "Because we fucked up."

"We should have never crossed that line," she added, her words trembling. Jensen didn’t move back. His grip didn’t loosen.

"In a way... I don’t regret it," he said softly. "I just... I miss you. And seeing you with..."

He couldn’t finish. He didn’t have to. She knew exactly who he meant.

Her hands rested on the edge of the counter, trapped between them, unmoving—but she didn’t pull away.

"You still haven’t answered me," he said after a moment.

She sighed, looking down, her voice barely audible. "I can’t say it."

"I need to know," Jensen pushed, his voice strained. Their eyes locked."I need to know where I stand."

Y/N blinked slowly, gathering herself. "I’ve waited so long, Jay. And you never had an eye for me."

"I did," he pressed, urgent now. "Always had. I was just afraid to lose you, and look what happened."

Her voice cracked. "You lost me after marrying Danneel and pretend I wasn't someone you knew for decades. After spending one night with me... and then choosing someone else."

His eyes shimmered with tears. "I know." He leaned in, pressing a kiss to her forehead. A lingering, heartbreaking touch.

Then came the silence. Not awkward or empty—but full. Heavy with everything left unsaid. With every missed moment, every unspoken truth, every what-if that had haunted them both for years. It stretched between them like the last breath before a goodbye.

Then he turned, slowly walking toward the door, defeated.

His hand touched the doorknob.

And then he heard it. Soft. Barely more than a breath.

"You."

He stopped in his tracks.

Jensen turned to look at her.

His eyes were red, glistening with unshed tears. He didn’t move, just stood there staring at her, like her whisper had cracked something wide open inside him.

"It will always be you," she added, voice trembling.

He took a step forward, and before he could even form another thought, love surged through him like a current. He crossed the space between them in a breath, his hands finding her face and threading into her hair.

And then he kissed her—deeply, desperately—his lips pressing against hers like they were the only truth he had left in the world.

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Epilogue

Ten months later...

The late autumn sun poured through the window of the cozy kitchen, casting golden rays across the wood floor. Jensen stood barefoot, flipping pancakes, while Y/N leaned against the counter, coffee mug in hand, wearing one of his flannels over her pajama shorts while reading the final divorce papers. "So it's settled, for real now?"

"Yeah, This is the official document." Jensne murmured.

Their mornings had turned into a quiet kind of beautiful—slow and easy. Full of half-laughed conversations, burnt toast, and music playing too softly in the background.

She finally look up, "You’re burning those," Y/N teased, sipping her coffee. Jensen grinned, flipping a slightly-too-browned pancake with a flourish. "They’re rustic. Like me."

She chuckled and walked over, stealing a piece before it hit the plate. "Mm. Rustic tastes suspiciously like charcoal."

He caught her waist, spinning her gently and pulling her close. "Don’t care. You’re still eating it."

"Only because I love you," she teased.

"Say it again," Jensen said, eyes twinkling.

She raised an eyebrow. "That you're burning the pancakes?"

He kissed the tip of her nose. "No. That you love me."

She leaned in close, their foreheads touching. "I love you, Jensen. Always."

He kissed her then, slow and tender, the way mornings like this deserved. The kind of kiss that said thank you for staying. For choosing me too, even after everything.

Outside, the world moved on. But inside that little kitchen, it was just them—finally right where they belonged.

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Task master, or: The leather runs smooth on the passenger seat (Dean Winchester x female reader)

You and Dean make a bet: whoever wins at pool, gets to tell the other person what to do for the rest of the night. You win, but Dean has his own ideas about what you should be doing.

My SPN masterlist

CWs: Dean being a goddamn flirt (that's its own warning), playing games, sex in the Impala. 18+. 6.2k words

“Oh, you are going down, sucker.”

You lean across the pool table, aiming for the black 8-ball. It’s all that stands between you and probably the juiciest prize in the world – to get to tell Dean Winchester what to do for a night.

This is your Olympics, your Super Bowl, your… another sports reference.

₊˚⊹♡ body swap 👥

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pairing: dean winchester x fem!reader

summary: what’s the first thing dean does when he wakes up in your body? the clear obvious.

cw: 18+ smut, pwp , exploration of the female body, female masterbation, dean’s a bit of a perv, dean flicks the bean while being in your body, mention of nipple piercings.

word count: 1k

julia yaps: i was watching a misha and jensen convention clip where they answer a question about how their characters would react to waking up in a female body. and i got this wicked but fun idea hehe <3

inspo: this vid (thirteen minutes ten seconds)

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dean’s eyes slowly open at the sound of the alarm coming from the nightstand clock, an unfamiliar tune playing, this definitely wasn’t a song he would choose to wake up to. it’s too.. cunty as some would say. must have been another prank of yours, he thought.

he groans and reaches out to smack the clock to switch it off, noticing his arm much smaller and lacking his usual muscle. he squints his eyes for a second. “what the-?” he mumbles as he sits up in the bed rubbing his eyes, noticing that this wasn’t his room.

first meeting

❤︎ Dean x Seraphine ❤︎

Warnings: I don't believe there are any.

Word Count: 1,919

Dean didn’t even bother asking where Cas had wandered off to. If the angel wanted to babysit another celestial tagalong, fine. Sam mumbled something about the library—“Don’t wait up”—and Dean just grunted, already halfway down the hall.

He was too tired for this shit. Too wired to sleep. His head was buzzing, full of angel politics and Heaven’s next screw-up. He needed a drink. A wall to lean against. Five damn minutes without a holy crisis or emotional minefield.

He pushed open the door to his room and—

Stopped dead.

Dean Winchester Masterlist

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚= my personal favs!

★ One Shots

Send for me- you just had to go and fall in love with a hunter you'd worked with once years ago, and ever since you've taken opportunity to be close to him, hoping he feels the same way (fluff, love confession, pining) ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

I'm gonna keep you in love with me for a while- A one-night stand with Dean Winchester somehow leads to a proposal to join him on a road trip. Against all logic, you can't bring yourself to say no. (fluff, pining)

I can't follow you- You and your longtime hunting partner Dean have a complicated relationship. You weren't together, even though you both really wanted to be. You refused to let it affect your hunting partnership, or at least that was what you told him. (angst, h/c, mutual pining, fluff)

I'm gonna get you back- You run into your ex, Dean Winchester, at a bar. You decide to try and exact some revenge on him for dumping you (angst, fluff, smut) ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

dress- only bought this dress so you could take it off... (smut)

soon you'll get better. cause you have to- Dean is in the hospital, but he'll get better, because he's not allowed to die on you. you still have more to say to him... (h/c, love confession) ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

★ Drabbles

Sweet dreams- Dean helps you get to sleep when you're having a rough night (fluff)

Green light- just pwp tbh (smut)

Dean and the dog he didn't want- Dean pretends not to like your new furry friend (fluff) ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Bridal carry- Dean carries you through the threshold after you elope (fluff)

★ Requests

Loose joints- Dean finds out that your joints sometimes pop out of place (fluff)

★ recurring !readers

Dean x prophet!reader ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Dean x reading glasses!reader (part of the object!reader nation)

+ more to come ◡̈

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