Summary: Your greatest wish came true. What happens after that?
Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam, OFC Sal
Word Count: 3199
Warnings: SMUT (unprotected sex, shower sex), language, fluff, a wee bit of angst
A/N: This takes place around the Season 12 episode “The Raid”5Please respect copyright.PENANAZiNTHTaJVn
Sal is waiting at Y/N’s door before knocking again, so far there’s been no answer. Yesterday she left her best friend hoping she’d never see her again. Which sounds bad, but she has a good reason for not wanting to see her again. Last night Y/N made a wish which would most likely take her away and Sal hopes that it did. She walks off the porch and around to the side of the house before peeking in the window. She doesn’t see any movement, but she sees a beer bottle and candle sitting on the kitchen table. Sal smiles to herself as she walks back to her car.
—-
When you and Dean finally emerge from his room you find Sam sitting in the bunker library. Dean guides you, his hands on your hips, over to the table where Sam is buried in books. He looks up at you smiling so big his dimples are showing.
“Sam, this is Y/N,” Dean says from behind you. “Y/N, obviously this is Sam.”
“Hey Sam,” you say offering your hand as he stands.
“Hey Y/N,” Sam says pulling you into a hug.
His big arms coupled with his height remind you of what it felt like hugging adults as a child. He releases you and you step back next to Dean who wraps his strong arms around your waist.
“What’re you working on?”
“Oh, just research,” Sam says giving Dean a look.
You watch the two men talk to each other with their eyes.
“What are you guys talking about?”
“What?” Sam says surprised. “Nothing.”
“Right, nothing. I know the eye-talky thing you guys do.”
Dean clears his throat.
“It’s just we want to make sure that everything’s ok, with the whole inter-dimension thing. That’s all.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well I just want to make sure they’re no issues and that it’s permanent.”
“Like I could end up back home?”
“Maybe, we’re not sure,” Sam says.
That night Dean is spooning you as you drift off to sleep when a thought hits you suddenly. What if you fall asleep and wake up in your own bed again?
“Dean?”
“Mmm, hmm?”
“What if I wake up tomorrow and I’m back home?”
“That’s not going to happen, sweetheart,” Dean murmurs. “I won’t let it.”
He tightens his arm around you pulling you closer to him.
“You’re staying right here.”
“Ok, goodnight,” you say lamely.
“Goodnight.”
Sleep evades you for most of the night until suddenly you wake up with a start. You panic for a moment until you hear Dean softly snoring next to you. Joy and relief quickly spread through you and you’re so happy that you give a little squeal.
“Good morning, sweetheart. What’re you so happy about?”
“I’m still here!”
“Yes, you are,” Dean drops slow kisses down your neck and shoulder.
“We should celebrate,” you say turning towards him. “Bacon, eggs, and coffee?”
“Mmm, that sounds good, but how ‘bout a little dessert before that?”
Dean captures your lips and, taking his meaning, you wrap your arms around him pulling on the top of you.
—-
Sal’s sitting on her couch curled up watching the latest episode of Supernatural. She chokes back the sadness creeping up her throat. Last month Y/N disappeared and Sal’s so happy that her wish came true, but she really misses her. She waits for Y/N to appear on the show, which she knows is ridiculous, but that doesn’t keep her from hoping.
—-
It’s been one month since your wish came true and you’re sitting in your and Dean’s room reading on the bed. You and Sam hit it off immediately and helping him research cases is now one of your favorite things to do. You met Castiel too, but Dean is hesitant to let Crowley or Rowena learn about you. He’s making sure to take all the necessary precautions. The first item on the list was getting you an anti-possession tattoo. You’ve settled into a nice routine and you even have a part-time job at a little book store in Lebanon. Dean still doesn’t want you to hunt and you’re on board with that seeing as how everyone but the boys seems to die. But you do want to train and at least know how to defend yourself.
You haven’t met Mary yet given her sporadic appearances so when she arrived today Dean asked you to wait in your room so he could tell her about you. You’re waiting for Dean to come to get you when the door opens abruptly and slams shut again. As you’re turning around Dean is halfway across the room and, before you can speak, his lips capture yours in a bruising kiss. Surprised for a moment you quickly return the kiss mirroring Dean’s passion. He pushes you back onto the bed and you wrap your legs around him. His lips and hands are everywhere exploring all of you as he pushes up your shirt. He roughly yanks your bra down exposing your breast sucking your hardening nipple into his mouth and nipping it. A moan escapes your lips and you run your fingers through his hair drawing a growl from his lips as you gently tug. His mouth is on yours again and he kisses you until you’re desperate for air. As you pull back to catch your breath you taste salt, placing your hands on the sides of his face you look at him.
“Dean?”
He keeps his eyes down.
“Dean.”
Finally, his eyes meet yours and they’re shiny with tears.
“What’s going on?”
“Nothing.”
You keep your eyes locked on his waiting for him to answer.
“My mom she was just here and she’s…”
“What?”
Worry grips you, thinking that maybe she doesn’t approve and doesn’t want to meet you.
“She’s working with the British Men of Letters.”
“She what?!”
You prop yourself up, your worry is quickly replaced with anger.
“She knows what they did to Sam, right?”
Dean nods.
“I’m sorry, Dean. I’m so sorry.”
You wrap your arms around him cradling him against your chest. He doesn’t say anything as you lie there stroking his hair.
“She didn’t want to stay with me and Sam but she’s going with them.”
“Well, she’s an idiot.”
Dean laughs but there is no joy in it. He looks up at you his green eyes full of grief and a glimmer of hope. You move to kiss him; it’s soft and comforting this time but it builds again. You push his flannel off his shoulders breaking the kiss to remove his shirt and yours. Your lips are on his again as you quickly undo your jeans then his, pushing them down and off. He lowers himself onto you, his weight perfect against you, as his cock bumps against your wanting core. You line him up and he enters you, rushing to find solace in your arms. You look up at him, eyes never leaving each other, as he sets an easy rhythm. Pleasure rolls through you as he pushes and pulls, hands roaming, with mouths all over each other. It’s the most intimate you’ve been with him and you squeeze around his cock as the coil inside you tightens. He groans, fingers digging into your flesh leaving little half-moon marks.
“I’m close,” you whisper in his ear.
He picks up his pace plunging faster and faster perfectly filling you every time.
“Don’t stop Dean, please.”
“I wanna stay here forever.”
His voice, rough and sweet, push you over the edge and you come clenching around his cock, digging your hands into his back. Dean’s rhythm becomes erratic as he chases his release until with one last thrust he buries himself deep inside coming as your name falls from his lips. He drops down, his full weight on you, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. You squeeze your legs and arms around him as you lay together coming down from your high and letting your breathing slow. You don’t want to move, the feel of him in you and on you is too good to hurry. But he lifts up looking down at you before his soft lips are on yours in a tender kiss.
“Thanks, Y/N.”
“For the sex? Anytime, Winchester,” you smile.
“Well, yeah,” he chuckles, then his tone is serious. “But really, for being here for me. If you weren’t here I’d be staring at the bottom of glass right now,” he says, his eyes searching your face.
“I’ll always be here for you Dean. Always,” you say before lifting up and kissing him again.
You feel him harden inside you again and you suppress a giggle.
“Really?” you ask as the giggle breaks free.
“What can I say, sweetheart? You have an effect on me,” he laughs before rolling his hips and kissing you again.
—
You’re running late as Dean drops you off at the bookstore.
“Be back at five, sweetheart,” he whispers into your ear before kissing your cheek.
“Ok, see you soon,” you say jumping out of the Impala.
You watch him drive away before hustling inside. Your shift is uneventful but pleasant and you’re about to take your break when your back pocket starts to buzz. You check your phone.
Ketch is here. You may need to stay at work.
Text me when he’s gone.
OK sweetheart.
You put your phone away as you try to swallow the dread rising in your throat. An hour later your phone buzzes again.
I gotta go with Ketch. Can you get a ride home after work?
Yeah, no problem. Be safe.
You put your phone back in your pocket before walking over to your boss.
“Hey, Linda, do you mind dropping me off at the library after my shift?”
It’s the closest building to the bunker you can think of, you’ll have to hoof it the rest of the way.
“Sure, sweetie. Dean can’t pick you up?”
“No, he had to run out on an emergency.”
“Ok, hon.”
Two hours later you finally get to the bunker where you find two notes on the library table. One in Sam’s handwriting:
Went out. Be back.
The other is Dean’s:
Call Cas if you don’t hear from me in a few hours.
You drop down into the chair holding the note in your hands. Fear spreads through you, invading every cell in your body. You knew it would be scary waiting for Dean to get back from hunts but with the British Men of Letters involved it’s even worse. With nothing to do but wait, you head to the library to find something to read.
—-
A few months later you and Dean still disagree on when and how you should train.
“I don’t even like thinking about you being in a situation where you could get hurt!” Dean says storming out of the kitchen.
“Neither do I, but, eyes open, Dean,” you follow him out. “If I’m with you, I’m at risk. Shouldn’t I know how to protect myself?”
“Yes, but…” Dean stops.
“But, what Dean?” you pull on his arm turning him to face you. “This is where we are. I need to …”
Dean cups your face in his hands pulling the words from your lips.
“I know, Y/N.” he whispers. “I will train you, just let’s wait for…”
You search his green eyes as they look down at you; they’re filled with worry and fear. You don’t want to push him, you sigh inwardly.
“Ok, but eventually you’re going to have to train me.”
You know Dean doesn’t want to train you; you can see it in his eyes. Training or not, nothing kept any of his past loves safe, except him leaving and that’s not an option. So, you go to Sam.
“I don’t know, Y/N,” Sam says as you follow him down the hall.
“I can tell he can’t bring himself to do, Sam.”
“Then just tell him I’ll train you.”
“No, he’ll just say that he’ll do it and then he won’t. Better to ask for forgiveness, right?”
Sam turns back to look at you and you give him your most innocent look.
“Alright,” he laughs, “but if he gets pissed, it’s on you.”
“Of course,” you say a little too excitedly.
A few days later you and Sam are on the mats. Dean went out for a supply run so it’s the perfect time to start your training. Sam has target pads on each arm and you’re jabbing and hooking at them. Glistening with sweat you can’t help smiling as you bounce on the balls of your feet. You figured you’d like training but it’s even more enjoyable than you hoped. You catch a glimpse of Dean putting his gun in the back of his jeans and you stop.
“Care to fill me in?”
“Dean! You’re back,” you run over to him jumping into his arms.
He catches you and can’t help smiling at your enthusiasm. You kiss him and he grips you tighter seeming to forget his prior annoyance.
“Sam’s teaching me some self-defense basics,” you look down at him.
“I see that,” Dean shifts, peeking around you, and giving his brother a look.
“She needs to learn, Dean,” Sam pulls up his shoulders.
“There’re groceries in the kitchen, Sam. Mind putting them away?”
Sam nods, dropping the pads before crossing the training room to the door.
“She’s quick,” Sam says giving you a wink. “And she needs to know this stuff.”
Sam claps Dean on the shoulder before leaving. Dean sets you back down.
“I told you I’d train you, Y/N.”
“Yeah, but you kept putting it off and I can see it really bothers you,” you say. “Besides Sam’s a great teacher.”
“It’s dangerous, our lives…”
“Keeping me from it doesn’t make it any less dangerous.”
“I know it doesn’t,” Dean huffs.
He looks at you, crossing his arms and sizing you up. You square your shoulders looking up at him.
“Alright, show me how ‘Sam’s a great teacher, Y/N,” he says making air quotes.
Dean picks up the pads motioning for you to come at him.
“Show me what you got.”
You grin rushing for him. Dancing on your toes you fake a few jabs then you come in with a hook. Dean’s ready for it and dodges leaning back. As he comes back to standing you strike out again and catch him on the nose.
“Ow!”
“Oh, shit, Dean! Are you ok?”
Dean’s bent over holding his nose.
“Did Sammy teach you that?” he stands back up.
“Yeah,” you say sheepishly.
“Nice, and ow.”
“Sorry.”
“S’ok,” Dean shakes his head. “Good teaching, Sam.”
Clapping the pads together he motions for you to come at him again. “Let’s go.”
“Ok,” you grin.
An hour later you’re both sweaty and lying on the mats.
“Your jabs are solid; you move well, Sam’s doing a good job.”
“So, you’re ok with him teaching me?”
“Yes,” he grumbles.
“Well I’ve got to shower,” you push yourself up, then looking back down at Dean you say, “my muscles are sore, I might need help.”
Dean is up on his feet, swooping you up and over his shoulder before you can say another word. You squeal and giggle as he carries you to the shower.
—
Warm water runs down your body as you step into the shower. Dean slips in behind you, planting kisses on your neck while his arms snake around you pulling you close. Your shoulders press against his strong chest as his erection pressed against the small of your back sending a shiver of anticipation down your spine. You squeeze body wash into your hands before turning to face him. You kiss him as your hands slip over his well-muscled chest and arms. Dean follows your lead soaping you up. Goosebumps trail across your body as his hands spread the suds over you. He cups your breasts sliding his thumbs back and forth over your hardened buds. You tip up wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him deeply. The slickness of the lather between your bodies heightens the sensation of his body against yours. Dean walks you back under the stream of water rinsing the soap away. You shampoo his hair massaging your fingers into his scalp, eliciting a low growl from him. He spins, moving you away from the water, placing his head under the stream. You quickly shampoo while he rinses off, waves of pleasure shooting through you every time your skin brushes against his. You switch places again and once you’re rinsed Dean pushes you against the shower wall lifting your leg over his hip. He traces your outer folds before pushing his thick finger into your wanting core. His thumb circles your clit as his finger drags along your walls. You bite his bottom lip before sucking it into your mouth. Working for your hands down his chest and stomach you grip his cock and stroke. Dean moans into your mouth and plunges into you faster.
Kissing your ear he whispers, “You’re gonna need to knock that off if you want me to fuck you, Y/N.”
He pulls away looking down at you with lust-blown eyes and your smile before releasing him.
“What’re you waiting for?” you tease brushing against him.
He growls grabbing your thighs and lifting you to meet his cock. Gripping his shoulders you tip your head back with a moan as he enters your desperate core. He lets out a hiss as his base hits your pelvis, he stills giving you a moment to adjust, as his length deliciously stretches you. He leisurely draws out with a painfully slow drag. You whine and thrust against him causing him to laugh against your throat.
“In a hurry, Y/N?”
You capture his lips in answer, water slipping down your faces as your tongues dance. Moaning into his mouth, his slow drags increase as he thrusts into you again and again. He tilts his hips focusing the friction on your sensitive mound. Harder and faster he slams until you feel the coil in your stomach tighten. Then you’re over the edge screaming his name clamping around his cock. He thrusts more urgently as you tighten around him, pulling his orgasm from him as he comes deep inside you. You run your fingers through his wet hair, kissing him, as you come down from your high.
“It’s a good thing we added those shower grips,” you laugh.
“Yeah, you should’ve seen the look Sam gave me when he found me installing them,” Dean laughs dropping his head onto your shoulder.
He gently slides out of you, letting you down slowly. After your shower, you get ready for the day before heading to the kitchen for breakfast. Sometimes you still have trouble believing it, but here you are in the bunker eating breakfast with Sam and Dean. It’s practically perfect except for one thing, you miss Sal. The beginnings of a plan start to formulate in your mind. It could be the answer to your problem. But it could just as easily be the ruin of your newfound life.
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