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Heartbeat Symphony

AHHHH i love this man too much lmao. this is short and sweet so have fun my lovelies!

how have i not written for this man yet like-

Dean Winchester x Reader

No pronouns used

Summary: After a long day on the road, the couple finds solace in the comfort of the Impala. The story explores the quiet moments between hunts, emphasizing the deep connection and love they share. Back at the bunker, they unwind together, appreciating the simplicity of being a team both in and out of the field. The narrative highlights the strength of their bond and the sense of home they find in each other's company.

Heartbeat Symphony

Dean Winchester sat in the driver's seat of the Impala, one hand casually resting on the steering wheel as he glanced over at you. The rhythmic hum of the engine was the backdrop to the comfortable silence that filled the car. You had been on the road for hours, chasing down the latest lead on a case, and now the two of you were finally heading back to the bunker.

As Dean drove, he stole glances at you, appreciating the way the soft glow from the dashboard highlighted the contours of your face. The quiet moments between hunts were just as precious as the action-packed ones. He reached over, fingers brushing against yours, and a warm smile formed on his lips as he interlaced them.

"You doing okay, Y/N?" Dean asked, his voice a soothing melody that echoed through the Impala.

You nodded, leaning over to rest your head on his shoulder. "Yeah, just tired. Ready to get back and hit the hay."

Dean chuckled, the sound vibrating through both of you. "Well, we make a damn good team, don't we?"

You smirked, lifting your head to meet his eyes. "The best. Team Winchester."

As the familiar sight of the bunker came into view, Dean couldn't help but feel a swell of contentment. The two of you had been through so much together, and yet, every moment felt like a new adventure with you by his side.

Once inside the bunker, you kicked off your boots and flopped down onto the worn-out couch in the library. Dean joined you, sitting close enough that your shoulders brushed against each other. He reached for the TV remote, flicking through the channels until he found an old black-and-white movie.

"You know," Dean said, his arm finding its way around your shoulders, "we make a pretty good team in and out of the field."

You laughed, snuggling closer. "Yeah, we do. I wouldn't want to hunt monsters with anyone else."

Dean turned his head, planting a soft kiss on your forehead. "Me neither, Y/N."

The movie played in the background, but you found yourself more captivated by the steady cadence of Dean's heartbeat. It was a comforting symphony, a reminder that you were home, safe in the arms of the person you loved.

As the night wore on, you both drifted off to sleep on the couch, tangled together in a mess of limbs and blankets. The bunker echoed with the quiet sounds of the TV and the distant hum of the machinery that kept the place running.

In the darkness, Dean whispered words of love, promises, and gratitude, knowing that every day with you was a gift. And as you slept, you couldn't help but smile, feeling the warmth of his love surround you like a protective embrace. Together, you faced the challenges that came your way, hand in hand, heart in heart, a team bound by something stronger than any supernatural force – love.

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i loved writing this OMG!! i can't believe i haven't written for Dean yet. i absolutely adore him so so much lmao

Spiraling(Prologue)(A D.W Romance Fanfic)

Summary: Natalia Rosegringer is a struggling college student who works in hometown bookstore. She is a good Christian girl that focuses on her studies and never misses church. She has a secret though. Her family are witches who come from an ancient bloodline of Royal Witches. Because of this bloodline, she is given special abilities that were long ago helpful to the world before people became scared of witches and the witch trials. Natalia's particular special ability is that she has dreams that foretell the future and she can heal anyone with a touch of her hand or a feel of her singing voice. She doesn't know about all this though and wonders why she is having dreams about a handsome man with pitch black eyes, in an old house every night...

Featuring: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer, Jo Harvelle, Baby The Impala, Ellen Harvelle, Rowena Macleod, Castiel, Jack Kline and TBC...

Prologue:

Sometimes, sitting on your computer and writing out your problems is all you can do. Sometimes, it's just better to ruin things and get your anger out and done with too... - Natalia Rosegringer

It's almost 12 am and I'm still working on applying for scholarships to apply for school. I literally had no money and no way to pay for the college that I wanted to go to. Also, not to mention that I did not have great grades either and failed a few of my previous classes either. Life was hard sometimes and sometimes I didn't want to live it, but then sometimes life could be really sweet and make me feel like I was winning. It was a love-hate relationship and I just didn't know when to end it... or maybe I just didn't want to.

I looked up from my computer screen and looked at the sign that my aunt gave me for my birthday about two years ago(I think...). The words were written in different fonts. It basically said "When Life gets too hard to stand, kneel." Well I'll be honest with you. Sometimes it felt like God was not hearing my prayers or either he did, but maybe I had to learn something.

I looked back at my computer screen and sighed epically. I was done and I was ready to go to sleep. I turned my computer off and closed the lid. Then I got up and and walked to where my phone was. There were two messages. One from Grant and the other was from my friend, Sam. I pressed on the one from Sam.

Sam: Are you still up? Wanna go out and do something crazy?"

I smiled at the messaged. Sam was always asking if I wanted to do something crazy, like my life wasn't crazy enough. I guess there was just not enough craziness in his life, so he had to jump into mine. I looked at the little, brown analog clock that sat on my little cabinet. The little hand pointed between the intricately scribbled twelve and one, while the large hand pointed just a few centimeters away from the five, indicating that it was now 12:10 am. I didn't have anything to do tomorrow besides church, but I'd hate to sleep in and miss though. It was Easter Sunday tomorrow and that would mean that there would be great messages in store.

After a moment or two of thinking, I typed out my reply.

Natalia: Sorry, can't do something crazy tonight. I have church tomorrow.

Sam immediately replied back.

Sam: Sad... :(

I decided to leave him on read and put my phone on the charger and set it on my little cabinet by the little, brown analog clock. I really needed to get some rest for tomorrow.

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There were trees everywhere. Each was very creepy looking and looked like old, boney hands that were going to reach out and grab me. There was a mud covered path that I noticed I was walking on, leading to somewhere I did not know. I looked around and saw a blood filled sky with stars that shone as bright as noon day. The moon was red and it honestly looked like a goth scene in a movie. I kept walking until I found an old yellow house.

The paint was stripping off the old house, which made it look even scarier. Red and yellow eyes were peering out of the windows, watching me like hawks hunting their prey. There was one window that stood out in particular though. This room was lit up and inside it peered a man in red flannel. His eyes were not normal. What should have been a human color for eyes was replaced with pitch black darkness.

The man looked at me and smiled a beautiful smile. I didn't know what to do, but just stand in my place. Even though this man was very creepy, he was very captivating too. There was just something about him. A type of beauty you couldn't find anywhere else.

He was handsome, I'll admit, but why would he even look at someone like me?

The man looked away from me and turned around. As soon as he did so, the light burst from somewhere. I assumed he walked out, now leaving an empty room that was just as black as his eyes now. I didn't know where he went or what he was going to do. For some odd reason, I was still thinking about his beauty and the way he smiled at me. It wasn't a smile that had any intentions that he was going to murder. No, instead there was warmth and love behind that smile. Like somehow he was going to save me, but how could a man with black eyes save me?

I heard footsteps signaling that someone was walking towards me. Hard footsteps could be heard through the air. I knocked myself out of my trance and looked to where the sound was coming from. My eyes came to a stop at the old house. The man in the window was now walking towards me, but as he did so his features began to change and so did everything around him. The sky was no longer red, the moon no longer black, the house began to clean itself up, the trees began to straighten up and grow leaves and the creatures' eyes began to vanish.

The scene began to come together and become a beautiful dream. In the place of the moon was a golden sun and big, fluffy clouds replaced the stars. The leaves on the trees were now a beautiful, dark green with pink and red flowers adorning them, crowning them with all their glory. The house was now a beautiful, yellow house that was adorned with beautiful finishing pieces. The man... The man was still handsome, but now he had forest green eyes that sparkled in the sun. I could see him clearer now. he had freckles scattered across his lovely face and red danced across his cheeks. He also had pink, plump lips that looked as soft as pillows. I personally wanted to reach out and touch them, but my body wouldn't move to do so. His hair was a beautiful burgandy brown that shone in the sunlight to signal that it was healthy. I sighed and continued to look at him. He was a lovely dream now.

He stopped in front of me and smiled. Then he reached up and touched my cheek, carressing it ever so slowly and gently. A slow burn I would definitely say. He then smiled and showed those beautiful, pearly white teeth.

There was a pause

Then he did the unthinkable.

His lips pressed to mine.

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End of the Prologue! Hope you all enjoyed!

Another day at work means having to be in the same room as Mr. Winchester and having to take his calls and get his lunch all over again. I hated him with all of my well being and wanted him to choke. He taunted me a bunch and teased me every chance he got. He was just a menace in a suit and I was the girl that he thought was an idiot for continuing to work here.

Eliza Dailey is one of New York’s top assistants and graduated at the top of her class at NYU In Business Management. She is completely loyal to her work and doesn’t have a place for dating in her life. She hides her face behind big glasses and makes sure that she is always behind a computer.

Dean Winchester is the opposite of Eliza and plays all day. He graduated from Stanford with his little brother Sam, but mostly partied his way through school. He is everything that you think someone rich could be. Sports car, a mansion to show off, and a super hot model as a girlfriend. He would rather go to a club than be caught working numbers at a computer. So much for being the boss of Winchester Corp.

These two are definitely opposites. This relationship does not start out as one thinks. One hates the other, but the other admires that one. What will happen when they come together and start to fall for each other?

Coming out soon.

Female Characters that I envision to play Eliza Dailey. I included all races that I could think of so that no girl in the fandom would feel left out.

Caucasian fan cast- Isla Fisher

Latina fan cast- Lilimar Hernandez

Native American fan cast- Devery Jacobs

Polynesian fan cast- Auli'i Cravalho

African/African American- Yara Shahidi

Asian- Kelsey Chow

Middle Eastern fan cast- Golshifteh Farahani

(If I forgot any races, please message me or say something in the comments! Thanks! Love all the races out there!)

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Dean Winchester-

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For the people that just find Dean Winchester so so handsome like the gorgeous man he is, would y’all be interested in submitting requests for writings? I’m desperate I need to write ab him😭

Would anyone read DeanWinchester fics?

I’m In Love With A Dumbass

Summary - Dean Winchester and Y/N Y/L/N hate each other’s guts. What happens when they have to spend weeks together due to a hunt? Will the hate only grow or will things take a turn in a direction none of them anticipated?

Pairing - Dean Winchester x Female!reader

Warnings - SMUT 18+, Unprotected sex (y’all are better than this), Oral sex (f receiving), grinding, fingering, making out, fluff, angst, language. Please tell me if I’m forgetting something!

Word Count - 5572

A/N - Written for the lovely @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone as she recently hit 5k followers!! Big congratulations once again!!🥳🥰

I had an awesome time writing this and it was fun to write enemies-to-lovers trope for the first time. The gif I got cannot be posted or tumblr will flag my post. 😬 Thank you for hosting this challenge and letting me be a part of it. ♥️♥️♥️

Beta’d by the absolutely awesome, @msmarvelouswinchester . A big thank you my Chan!!!😘

Please tell me what you think about it.

FEEDBACK IS HIGHLY APPRECIATED!!!

Happy Reading :)

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Dean Winchester was pissed. He was annoyed, frustrated and furious and every other feeling that came along with it. But mostly, Dean Winchester was done. He was done with Y/N Y/L/N. He was done with this hunt that had kept stretching on. Because that meant he had to spend more time with her. 

Dean Winchester and Y/N Y/L/N were hunters, who were currently hunting a pack of werewolves for the last three weeks and two days all over the States because little brother Sammy had gotten hurt on their last hunt and was left behind to rest peacefully in the bunker, away from her! 

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Sweet Fantasy | Dean Winchester

GIF by born-to-be-his-baby88

(gave myself an actual pat on the fucking back for finding this gif like y'all are gonna see how perfect it is in a second!)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem! reader

Word Count: 3.9k

Summary: Dean won't eat his vegetables...until you offer to cash in on a very recent fantasy of his, that is.

Warnings [18+ MINORS DNI]: P*rn w/ some solid plot action actually, a bit of domestic fluff sprinkled in, reader and Dean are married (don't know if that's a warning but you should know?), reader dresses up in a sexy Zorro costume with the hat and mask included, handcuffs (Dean receiving), mentions of a safeword but not used, fingering/masturbation (reader receiving), oral sex (brief Dean receiving), a whole lotta teasing (Dean receiving), p in v sex (cowgirl, missionary), unprotected sex (wrap your willy before you fuck her silly!), dirty talk, switch! Dean, switch! reader, very vocal Dean, brief choking (Dean receiving), creampie.

A/n: Hey! Sorry for disappearing for 3 months again...So classes finished almost 2 months ago and I've been wracking my brain about what to post. I tried finishing some of my drafts and it just wasn't working for me idk. Then, like any normal person, I was randomly watching some SPN bloopers this morning and it got to a scene where Dean said sometimes he wants to get spanked during sex by a girl wearing a Zorro mask and my brain ran with that shit IMMEDIATELY. Now, I'm so sorry I couldn't actually write him actually getting spanked without it sounding corny and just wrong to me? But I did write all of this in 7 hours without stopping so I'm honestly proud of it regardless.

Enjoy...

It was a Sunday evening in the bunker, meaning you were responsible for dinner. With that task came the additional task of getting Dean to eat whatever vegetables you cooked without complaining and engaging in a rant that would end with him calling himself the “meat man”.

It’s not that you were concerned about Dean's weight or appearance, after 7 years of marriage you were confident that there was nothing in the world that could make you love Dean Winchester any less. But having a steady diet of beer, beef, and pie was a surefire way to kill any man of Dean’s age faster than any monster or demon.

And God knows you’d do anything to ensure he didn’t die before his time.

Hell, you have before.

Which is why you made Dean agree to eat a side of only vegetables with whatever meat he wanted at least once a week. This week it was string beans and sautéed mushrooms, aka his least favorite vegetable.

But you didn’t have the time to make the 45-minute drive to the grocery store earlier that day so he would have to deal.

Or you wish he would deal…

“Mushrooms? Baby come on,” he complained when you placed his plate before him.

“Hey, it’s all that was left in the fridge. Eat up,” you shrugged, placing a kiss on the crown of his head.

“You know, we could always do no vegetables,” Dean offered with a wide grin.

You chuckled and used a finger to squish his stubbled cheek. “You wish, Winchester.”

He sighed in defeat and turned to pick up his fork.

You looked to make sure Sam was out of earshot before leaning down to where your lips grazed Dean’s ear. “Tell you what, if you eat those vegetables I’ll do that thing you told me about…later” you whispered.

Dean’s eyes lit up immediately, “The thing?” he harshly whispered.

You nodded with a smile.

“Costume and everything?” He made a gesture with his hands.

“Yup, I’ve been hiding the costume for weeks.”

“I’m game” Dean agreed, digging into the mushrooms first.

You turned away to share your own plate with a smile.

“I’m gonna go grocery shopping later,” Sam announced as he sat beside Dean with his plate. He met your eyes, “Anything else you forgot to put on the list?”

“Yeah stop at the liquor store and grab me a bottle of red? I ran out,” you answered sitting across from the boys with your plate.

Sam grabbed a pen and a piece of folded paper from his pocket and added it to his list, “Yeah, no problem. What brand again?”

You swallowed a piece of your chicken with a smirk. “I’m sure you already know seeing as you’re the one who emptied the bottle to the very last drop,” you addressed Sam.

His pen slipped from his grip, his green eyes widening to meet your narrowed ones.

“You drink red wine?” Dean pointed at Sam in disbelief as a laugh rumbled in his chest.

“How did you know?” He asked you, ignoring Dean’s quip.

“I saw you passed out in the library clutching the bottle the other night.”

“Listen Dean finished all the beer and it was the first thing I saw,” he defended himself.

“Oh, you’re getting more creative with your excuses. I'm impressed!” You gushed, sarcasm evident in your tone, “What was it again last week? ‘Oh Eileen wanted to taste some’ " you mimicked his gruff tone causing him to roll his eyes and Dean’s laughter to grow louder. “-when we all know that Eileen is a white wine type of gal.”

"I-" Sam tried to come up with a retort but eventually gave up. “Whatever.”

“Yeah pick up 3 bottles this time in case Eileen wants a taste,” you replied with a grin.

“Three bottles?!” He exclaimed.

“You aren’t the one paying for it, genius,” you reminded him, referring to the unlimited card Charlie hacked for you all those years ago.

“Yeah but I’m gonna have to lug it up here,” Sam mumbled as he stuck his fork into his chicken.

Dinner continued mostly in silence with Sam thinking about the two lousy trips he’d have to make between his car and the kitchen once he returns with the groceries, Dean thinking about the reward he’ll be getting for the vegetables he’s actually grown used to eating, and y/n thinking about all the ways she’s gonna make Dean squirm later.

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Hours had passed since dinner and Sam was now on his way to the grocery store leaving just you and Dean in the bunker.

To say he was excited would be an understatement.

Dean first told you about this fantasy of his after a case you had months ago required you to take a trip to an adult costume shop to question the owner. It took mere seconds for the image of you in the very specific costume to cross his mind after laying eyes on the packaging.

You laughed at the idea when he told you and silently decided you would try and find the costume.

Of course, he didn’t believe you would actually indulge him but you were actually excited too. Costumes and toys weren’t new territory for you and Dean but they were few and far between with your unpredictable hunting schedules.

Dean now sat at the edge of your shared bed wearing pajama pants and a t-shirt waiting for you to return like you had promised.

But it had been almost 20 minutes since you left to get changed and his patience was wearing thin. He was seconds away from getting up and coming to see if you needed help or if you were even hurt.

Which you predicted would be the case.

So you had been standing out of sight by the doorway for less than a minute now waiting for him to try and leave.

“Damnit,” Dean eventually gave in to his worries and began to make his way to the door.

You smirked once you heard his determined steps drawing closer.

Dean’s eyes widened once you spun from your hiding spot against the wall to stand before him. “Looking for me?”

You watched his throat bob and his pupils dilate as he took in your full look.

Atop your head and face rested a sexy black Zorro mask and matching hat. You were also wearing a black sleeveless leather top that stopped in your midriff region and had strings tied between your breasts that allowed a whole lot of cleavage to be on display. The leather skirt that accompanied was low-waisted and stopped at your upper thigh, matching the black thong you were wearing beneath.

You had stretched the thin straps of the thong along your hips above the skirt for added flair.

In your right hand, you held a fake silver sword similar to the one Zorro held in the movies, and hanging from the left side of your skirt were two handcuffs ready and waiting to be used.

You were sex on knee-length boot-covered legs.

Dean felt himself growing hard already.

You bit your bottom lip at the way your husband’s eyes roamed your body, hoping the dark red lipstick covering it was as transfer and waterproof as the box advertised.

“You look...stunning,” Dean marveled. The model on the packaging of the costume didn’t come close to how it looked on your body.

Your heart swelled at the compliment before remembering the persona you had practiced for the night ahead. “Oh I know,” you took a step closer and leaned against the doorway. You pointed the sword in Dean’s direction. “Why are you still dressed, Dean?” you asked with furrowed brows and a smile.

A chuckle almost left your lips at the sight of Dean fumbling with his pant strings and tripping over his own legs to send the pajama bottoms flying over to a random corner while throwing off his t-shirt with record speed.

He stood before you in only his boxers, his enjoyment of your costume evident by the bulge in the center.

“Get on the bed.” You told him, your tone not excessively commanding but sexy enough to make him obey immediately.

“Yes ma’am,” he smirked, quickly sitting and sliding up to the headboard of the bed.

You walked further into the room and placed your sword down before climbing onto the bed and slowly crawling to where Dean sat. His green eyes followed your every move as you moved to straddle him, but not fully.

You then grabbed the two pairs of handcuffs attached to your hips and twirled them around your fingers. “How you feeling Dean?” you checked in, your hips hovering above his thighs, making sure to not touch his erection just yet.

“Oh, I feel great. Real great. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this great,” he nodded eagerly as you cuffed each of his hands to each bedpost, getting a face full of your boobs in the process.

"You sound nervous," you teased him, "Am I making you nervous baby?"

"Me? Nervous? Pfft!"

You scoffed, not believing him one bit. "What's our safe word?" you asked him gently.

Dean leaned forward as much as his restraints would allow to press a sweet kiss against your stomach. " 'Oklahoma', baby," he grinned.

You then let your clothed ass sink down on his covered erection. Dean groaned and tried to reach for your hips instinctively only to meet the restriction of the handcuffs. “I hope they aren’t too tight 'cause they’re gonna be on there for a while,” you nearly bust out laughing at the look Dean gave you.

“A while?” he repeated, dreading not being able to touch you at a time like this.

You shrugged, “If you behave I might change my mind.”

Before he could argue further, you leaned forward and connected your lips in a searing kiss. His breath was hot against your face as your lips drifted to his neck while your hands found themselves in his hair.

A breathy groan slipped past his lips when you nipped a specific spot beneath his ear lobe. “You’re so loud. Maybe I should’ve bought a muzzle,” you whispered in his ear teasingly, feeling his dick jump beneath you at your words. “I'll remember that next time,” you replied to his body's response.

“Baby, do you have any idea how amazing you look? ” Dean gushed, struggling against his restraints as you began to grind your hips against his covered cock.

You smiled and met his lips in a kiss once again. He slipped his tongue between your welcoming lips, allowing his taste to flood your mouth. You pulled away seconds later, nipping his bottom lip, and removed yourself from his lap.

He watched nervously, awaiting your next move while you scooted farther away from him along the bed. You slowly slipped off your boots, your confidence unwavering as you held Dean’s hungry stare.

He watched you use a hand to hold yourself upright before spreading your legs open to reveal the lace thong covering your already-drenched pussy. “Are you about to..." he trailed off, jaw clenched as he spoke.

"Hmm mhm. And there is not a damn thing you can do about it...except watch," you slowly removed your thong and threw it at Dean’s lap. He immediately became hyperaware of the feeling of the wet lace draped over his dick.

You slowly brought two fingers up to your lips and sucked them even slower to coat them in your saliva and give Dean a show before bringing them down to where you needed them the most. You began slow ministrations against your aching clit, pulling moans from yourself that made Dean impossibly harder.

He took a deep breath at the sight, imagining his own fingers parting your folds and rubbing at your swollen clit.

“You are a menace,” Dean laughed in obvious distress, licking his dried lips. He couldn’t handle watching you touch yourself without being able to touch you any longer so he looked away, swallowing harshly at the sound of your wetness against your fingers.

“Look at me Dean,” you mewled, continuing to rub your pussy in small quick circles. He turned reluctantly, watching as you slowly pushed two fingers inside your dripping hole. “See this, baby? It’s all for you,” you said, melting into a moan when your fingers grazed a spot inside you that drew your orgasm closer.

“I gotta taste you, baby,” Dean pleaded, “Open these and let me taste you, please,” he rattled the handcuffs against the bedposts.

The pure agony in his voice had your fingers and breathing speeding up and soon your climax was approaching. Dean’s breathing picked up in response. “Fuck, Dean I’m gonna cum,” you moaned, pressing a thumb to your clit while your fingers kept working inside of you to bring you to the edge.

A thin layer of sweat appeared on Dean’s forehead as he watched you keenly. He bit his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, his self-control draining by the second.

Your eyes remained open and locked onto his, your moans growing louder and borderline pornographic. You were putting on a show and he was losing his mind.

“I’m cumming, fuck-“ you panted as your first orgasm of the night slammed into you and caused you to make a small mess on the sheets beneath you. Your body shook sporadically with aftershocks of your own work

Dean’s head hung low. “Jesus baby,” he huffed, his own voice strangled, “you’re trying to give me a heart attack aren’t you?”

You smiled as you crawled back up to sit on Dean’s lap, taking your thong and throwing them somewhere unseen. “Ehh maybe,” you replied coyly, straightening your hat and mask. “And since you behaved so well,” you reached a hand down to touch his clothed cock, “I think you deserve a reward,” you pressed a quick kiss to his lips.

Dean allowed you to pull his boxers off his body, watching you wrap a hand around his painfully erect cock. “Fuck,” he groaned at the feeling of your hand wrapped around him.

You slid down to where you could lay flat on your stomach between his legs and leaned down to briefly swirl your tongue around where precum was gathered at the tip.

“Take the hat off and look at me pretty girl,” Dean said.

You complied, throwing the hat off to the edge of the bed before diving down and licking his tip once again, but this time keeping your eyes locked onto his.

“Holy shit,” Dean groaned, his hips twitching upwards. You then opened your mouth and wrapped it around his length, slowly sliding down until your nose was nuzzled at the base, staying there for a few seconds before coming back up for air. “Hell yes, baby that's perfect,” he panted as you began sucking faster along his length, a few lone tears flowing from beneath the mask from the familiar stretch of his cock in your throat.

Your head continued to bob up and down Dean’s length for some time, drawing shallow moans of your name and grunts from him before you finally let up and pressed one last kiss against the side of his cock.

Dean’s chest heaved as you licked your lips and used a hand to wipe your face clean. “Goddamnit," he whined at your sudden stop, feeling his impending orgasm return to its hiding place.

You grabbed your previously discarded Zorro hat and placed it back on your head before hiking your skirt up to allow you more room to move your legs around Dean’s lap. “Can’t have you cumming before I’m done with you sweetheart,” you replied while untying the strings of your top and removing it.

The keys to the handcuffs dropped onto Dean’s lap from where you previously hid them in your top. You had honestly forgotten you put them there but it just presented yet another opportunity to get Dean all whiny and desperate, which was a rarity that you rather enjoyed.

“Oops would you look at that,” you exclaimed playfully, taking them up and dangling them in front of Dean’s eyes.

"Alright baby you broke me. Come on, just let me go, and trust me, I will make it worth your while,” Dean bargained with you.

"As enticing as that sounds," you paused and brought your hand up to caress Dean’s cheek before pulling him in for a sloppy kiss. You pulled away with a grin. “I love hearing you beg, so no,” you whispered against his lips.

Dean loudly groaned watching you gently place the keys down on the closest nightstand. “Shit,” he shut his eyes.

But they shortly shot open once you used a hand to grip his length and bring it between your dripping folds.

A pleased hum left your lips once the tip glazed your clit causing Dean to swallow harshly. “Aren’t you sick of teasing me,” he hissed.

Fuck no.

You used a free hand to grip the back of his hair. “Take a deep breath for me, Dean,” you told him, feeling his chest rise against yours soon after. And as it fell, you slipped his cock inside your entrance.

You slowly sank down onto his length until it was fully buried inside you, groaning at the welcomed stretch.

“I love those sounds you make for me,” Dean whispered against your lips.

“Oh you’re gonna be making some of those sounds too,” you smirked, clenching around him causing a sharp grunt to reach your ears.

You guided your hips up and down Dean’s length, riding him at a quickening pace. He jerked his hips upward to match your cadence drawing a gasp from your lips when his cock hit that spot inside you that had you seeing stars. “There you go baby,” Dean groaned, “you look so fucking good riding my cock.”

The hat and mask from your costume managed to stay in place as you slammed down on Dean’s cock repeatedly. And it was an image that he would never forget.

Your hand released Dean’s hair and instead found itself wrapped around Dean’s neck as you rode him faster. A whine that shot straight to your cunt escaped his lips when your fingers slightly tightened their grip around his throat.

You suddenly slowed down and instead began to grind your hips against his, moaning loudly when your clit grazed his pelvis. “I’m gonna cum again shit!” You threw your head back in obscene pleasure, releasing Dean's throat and holding onto his shoulders to steady yourself.

“Fuck yes. Use my cock to get off, sweetheart,” Dean urged you on before leaning forward to suck one of your nipples as best as he could.

This soon pushed you over the edge, your climax tearing a scream from within you as your hips faltered around Dean’s cock, your hat flying off your head once more. Dean relished in the way your cunt pulsed around him from your orgasm as well as the look of sheer pleasure that crossed your face at that moment. “You’re so beautiful,” he smiled up at you, meaning every word.

You kissed his forehead with a smile and reached for the handcuff keys. “I think I’ve tortured you enough,” you freed his right hand first, pressing a kiss against his wrist, then did the same to his left, “This is supposed to be a reward after all.”

Dean’s lips curved into a smirk at his newfound freedom. “Yes it is, sweetheart.”

A surprised yelp left your lips when Dean gripped your hips and flipped you onto your back. He grabbed your hat and placed it on his own head before sending you a wink. “And I’m not feeling rewarded just yet.”

You nearly came just from the sight of Dean hovering above you in only that hat. “We’re gonna have to talk about my sexy cowboy fantasy when we’re done here,” you raised a brow.

A low chuckle echoed from Dean’s chest. He reached up and tipped his hat in your direction, “yes ma’am.” He replied with a deep southern drawl.

Your pussy clenched instantly.

“That was hot as fuck,” you breathed.

“Thank you darlin’ “ he replied in the same accent with a wink.

You giggled before pulling him down for a kiss. He pulled away and touched the mask still wrapped around your eyes. “And thank you for doing this for me, baby,” he smiled down at you, “It was so so much better than I imagined.”

“It was definitely my pleasure,” you nodded happily, feeling his hands glide down your sides.

“Was?” He protested playfully. “The night is still young, sweetheart!” He threw your legs over his shoulder causing you to exclaim at the sudden move. He placed a kiss on each of your thighs and lined himself up with your entrance before entering you once again.

“FUCK” you cried out at the sudden intrusion, feeling your eyes well up with tears of pleasure in record time.

Dean pulled out and slammed into you once again, his grip on your legs tightening as he eased into a quick pace.

“YES-Dean holy shit,” you moaned, eyes quickly rolling to the back of your head and back arching up and off the bed as he fucked you with reckless abandon.

“How’s it feeling baby?” Dean said, bringing a hand down to play with your clit.

“So good, Dean, so fucking good,” you rambled, your skin buzzing with pleasure, “Harder, please, I'm almost there,” you found yourself begging.

“You gonna cum for me already pretty girl?” He sped up his slaughter on your cunt, "Maybe I should make you beg for it?" his voice was low and demeaning but only spurred you on more.

You shook your head adamantly while your hands fumbled around Dean's waist for a solid grip. So he simply released your legs and grabbed your hands before holding them down above your head, driving his cock into you even harder at this new angle.

“Dean!" you broke off into a strangled moan.

Dean’s lips attacked your open neck. “I wish we had neighbors so they could hear you screaming my fucking name,” he all but growled as the sounds of your moans and skin against skin plagued the air.

You came with a yell seconds later, your release coating Dean’s cock and the sheets. “That’s my girl. There you go baby,” he released your hands and held your face, guiding you down from your high.

Your hands gripped Dean’s hair harshly as you kissed his lips and his hips stuttered, his cum coating your insides soon after. You swallowed his grunts as his cock continued to leak and twitch inside you.

Broken pants befell both your lips in between sloppy kisses while your orgasms passed and your shared spend flowed between your legs. You eventually released his lips for air, “That was-“

“-Incredible,” he mirrored your thoughts, removing your hat from his head. Dean used a hand to remove your mask and brush a few strands of hair behind your ears once he moved to lie down beside you.

“Hi,” you grinned in awe of the man you called your husband. “Hey sweetness,” he grinned back, adoration evident in his deep green eyes.

Your cheeks flushed as he pressed a kiss against your forehead. He quickly grabbed his previously discarded t-shirt and used it to clean up the mess between your legs before throwing it in the laundry basket nearby.

You snuggled into his side once he returned to the bed.

“So uhh what was it you were saying about your cowboy kink?” Dean smugly asked after a few seconds.

“Goddamnit Dean,” you shamefully groaned into his side, gaining a chuckle from him.

ANDDD SCENE!

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“Whispers of the Past.” [2]

Dean Winchester x Fem!OC

Series Summary: A Case gone wrong years ago for Evelyn and her old hunting team has Haunted her for years, the horrors of that fateful day still engrained into her mind; Meeting the Winchesters was just some slither of hope for Evelyn, distracting her from her own bloody Past. That is, Until one day her old mentor's Partner calls her up and mentions that someone is killing off the rest of the members from Evelyn's old Hunting Team, she feels the memories pooling back into her mind and she is forced to recount everything that she just tried so hard to forget to the two people she trusts the most.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, OC's.

Chapter Summary: After Madi Drops the Bombshell that Chris is Miraculously Still alive after falling off a 13 Foot Cliff Drop, and that he is Killing off the Rest of their old Hunting team, Evelyn Tries to Sneak away from the boys to take care of the Situation before they Find out her big Secret.

CW//TW: mentions of Murder, mentions of Insanity, mentions of mental disorders, mentions of Child abuse, Past Child abuse, Past Mentions of Grooming, Kidnapping, torture, Murder, mentions of Ghosts and a Vampire Nest, panic attacks, Nightmares, flashbacks, Hallucinations, Obvious relationship between Dean and my OC, concussion, head wound, visions, Convulsions, Evelyn murders someone, mentor OC goes insane, drugging, the Police think Evelyn murdered some of her teammates, Dean Defends Evelyn, Evelyn and Sam are best friends.

A/N: Credit for the Header goes to @valeska-25

“He’s Alive?”, Evelyn’s Voice echoed through the phone in disbelief, “Madi, How? he fell off a Thirteen Foot drop.” her voice was Bordering Concern and Fear, no one Human could Survive all of those Jagged Rocks on the way Down; Madi let out a Shaky Sigh, “It’s weird, when I saw him he had no wounds whatsoever.”

“He must have missed all those Jagged Rocks on the way down and Hit the water, Swam to the Surface.” Madi said; now that was Pure Luck with how Insane and Scared Chris was at the time of that Incident. “He Must still have the after Effects of that Demon within him, Otherwise he wouldn’t have Gone after the old Team.” Evelyn Voiced her thoughts on the situation, She Received an agreeable him on the other end of the Phone.

“I agree with you Lyn, I’ve Collected the Remaining Members of the Hunting team, right now There’s only eight of us left; We’re hiding down at the Safehouse.” Madi Explained, Evelyn Remembered that Old Safehouse, Chris had Introduced it to her when he first took her in and was Training her. “That’s good, you all need to Steer Clear of that Hunting Ground we were on during the Incident, he’ll probably Search there first.” Evelyn Remarked.

There was a Stagnant Pause for a Minute.

“Lyn, I’m concerned about you though.” Madi said, her soft tone almost made Evelyn wanna cave and tell Her exactly where she was; but that would only risk her life and the Winchester Brothers’ lives. “Don’t worry about me.” she spoke quickly and ended the call before Madi could Protest.

Evelyn Went over to her desk, Pulling Out an Old Map of the Hunting Grounds from that Night. She looked at the area’s She had Circled in Previous Research of the area, She was going to have to sneak out without alarming Both Sam and Dean, She Didn’t need them Involved in her Shady and bloody past.

So Evelyn Started packing a Bag, Filling it with her Weapons and the Most Important things before Grabbing her heavy Jacket because in that area of Kansas it was specifically cold and snowing, she Quickly Left a Written note to Dean, Apologizing for what she had to do now; and then she Unlocked the latches of her window and Hopped out.

And then She Just Started Running.

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Dean and Sam found her note an Hour after she Snuck out, Reading the Contents of it made Dean’s Heart Clench Painfully for Evelyn.

‘Hey boys, I know you must be super confused Reading this, but I trust that you’ll trust me to do this on my own; I have to do this, There are things about my past that I haven’t told you, Dark and Bloody things. Now I know this probably won’t keep you guys away, because both of you are Stubborn as hell; but If you do follow me, Just know that I am sorry for everything that you’re about to find out.’

Of course as Expected, Dean Proposed the Idea to Track her down and Follow her wherever she was going off in Such a hurry; Even though Sam was Hesitant because it sounded like She wanted to do this alone, he agreed because She also might be heading into Danger.

So they Both Started Searching Evelyn’s Room, Sifting through all of Her Obviously Personal Belongings.

Finally Dean found the map that you had Haphazardly tried to hide in your Clothes Drawer, he Pulled it out looking at the spots you had Circled. “Hey Sam, Over here. I found something.” He called Sam over.

She were heading for your Old Hunting Grounds, Which she had mentioned in some Drunken Stories completely by accident.

Sam Noticed her Unlatched Window, “And it looks like she’s Going there by foot.” Sam Noted.

“Well let’s Jump in baby, and get over there now.” Dean said, he wanted to get to Evelyn Fast before anyone bad did.

←←→→

Evelyn had made it Halfway by the Evening, the sun Just setting, she was sure both Dean and Sam had already Started on the way to these old Hunting Grounds with the Impala.

She Internally Snorted at how stubborn the Two were, always Causing Trouble.

Evelyn Settled Down at a couple of Trees to stop for the night, if she kept going like this she’d only Burn herself straight to Exhaustion and never reach the hunting Grounds, fortunately she found it pretty easy to fall asleep.

Already tired from the Day’s Events, Her Eyes slipped closed and She fell into a Deep Slumber using her bag as a pillow.

“Now Hold it Steady, Lyn. Don’t mind the Kickback, I’ll catch you kid.” Chris’ Voice Flowed through the cold air, a younger Version Of Evelyn Pointing a Gun at a Target Painted onto a Tree, he was currently teaching her how to fire off a Gun correctly and have Perfect aim. Evelyn was Nervous, but she Slowed her Breathing closing her eyes for a Solid Minute, Calming her racing Heart.

Bang!

Evelyn had Shot a Bullet from the Gun so Smoothly, Seeming so easy to do, even Chris was Impressed with her Output. “Damn Kid, I knew you had Potential in you. You’re a Damn good Shot.” Chris Praised her, Evelyn practically beamed at the Praise not even noticing Madi right behind her who had a Proud Smile Plastered on her face, seeing Her as the child she never had the chance of having.

Once again though, the Seemingly Perfect and happy Memory was Changing again, the sky Turned into a Blood Red once more as Chris’ Eyes Turned Black like a Demon’s eyes; his Voice was Strangled And Gravely, a wound was open in his neck, in the shape of a bite wound from a Demon; his Vocal cords torn and Ripped half way out of his Throat. “You’ll never be able to save him, Evelyn. He Belongs among us now, your Precious Mentor is a Demon.” the Voice hissed.

“And it’s all your fault.” the Voice said once more before it let out a Horrible snarl, Lunging at Evelyn Just about to bite into her—

Suddenly Evelyn Launched awake again, Sweat rolling down her face. Another Nightmare, once that changed her happy Memories again; Evelyn looked up realizing it was Early in the morning, it was time for her to get to walking again; She didn’t know if the boys were Close to her yet.

Evelyn Gathered her things and kept on Marching Straight through the cold Ground, her boots Crunching as She did so, the smell of the old Hunting Grounds nearby always Brought back Simpler times back to her, when Chris was just her Friendly Mentor, before Everything went down.

And She didn’t just mean when the Demon Screwed with his head, she had always Sensed something a little off with Chris, Always being Close to her, having his wife teach Hailey Instead Of Teaching her Himself, Chris almost demanded to be close to Evelyn every second of Every Day; Had Evelyn Just Listened to Lucas’ Warnings she would of Realized that Chris had Been Grooming her the Entire time.

It made her sick to her stomach to remember that every sweet praise that left his lips was just to get her closer to him, he couldn’t go one day without being close to Evelyn, or Touching her.

Evelyn shook her head, Ridding herself of that Horrid Memory that was stuck in her brain; she Tried to focus on something else but Her brain Couldn’t help but go into another Flashback.

“You’re so Pretty Lyn, you know that?” Chris had said one day while coming into her Private room, while she was trying to sleep; Evelyn didn’t know what to think, she was still a Teenager who was Vulnerable at this moment. “So much prettier than my wife.” he added, Sitting on the edge of her bed.

Evelyn was Pulling the Covers closer to her chin, Chris was acting weird, he wasn’t usually like this. Chris Chuckled, Using his hands to Snatch the Blanket Right from her body Revealing her in a nightgown; Evelyn Swore she heard Chris Growl right then.

“Do you always have to be so Tempting, Darlin’?” What was he Talking about, when Had she ever Been Tempting anyone; how was a Teenager Tempting him with anything at all, Chris shouldn’t even be Tempted by this at all. “God, I bet you want it too, Don’t ya?” he asked, his Hand Reaching To Touch Evelyn’s Upper Thigh before Madi Busted through the Door.

“Chris, What the hell are you doing!” She screeched, Mortified at what she was seeing, Her Stomach Curling In disgust at the Sight, “Get your Disgusting hands off of that Girl!” she yelled, Dragging him off by his hair, roughly letting go causing Chris to Bash his head against the wall. Madi gave Evelyn a soft, caring look as she covered her back up.

The only Thing Evelyn saw through teary eyes was Madi Dragging her Husband by his hair.

Once again Evelyn Shook the memory again, She doubted Chris Ever Loved her like a Daughter; he only Felt Sexual Things for Her.

Evelyn’s Thoughts were Interrupted When She heard Two Pairs of Footsteps barreling Right towards her, before she could turn around someone Wrapped their arms around her and Tackled her to the Ground, she was Twisted around to See it was Dean Straddling her.

“Can’t Outrun us, Sweetheart.” Dean Said, with a Smirk Plastered on his Face, Meanwhile Sam was Rolling his eyes at Dean’s Obviously Childish behavior.

Evelyn Shoved Dean Off of her before Standing up, “You Guys Can’t be here, you’re gonna Put everyone in danger!” she hissed at them, Swatting Dean’s Hands away from her face.

Before Dean Or Sam Could ask her Who she was Talking about, a familiar female Voice was Heard a few feet in front of them.

“Lyn, are these those Winchester Boys you were talking about?” they all turned to see it was Madi Who was talking, Still alive and well.

Evelyn Glanced back to see Dean and Sam looking at her with Arched Eyebrows, as She Awkwardly chuckled.

She had a lot of Explaining to do.

«»

Madi Gratefully led them to the Safehouse, if the Winchester Brothers were Out here now in their Old Hunting Grounds, then it was safe to say Chris was going to make them a Target as well, Sam and Dean Didn’t argue with Madi seeing as it would be no use since Madi was a mother Hen.

Stepping into the Old Abandoned Cabin, Evelyn saw the rest of her old Hunting Team, Gathered together amongst a few Children as well, they were cuddled up to a Couple of the Adults who were keeping them cozy and warm.

The first one to remember Evelyn was a young Adult named Lana, Who immediately charged at Evelyn, Hugging her tight. “Lyn! You came back!” She Screeched With Happiness; Evelyn Returned the Hug, rubbing Lana’s back as she did.

“Yeah I did, I’m making sure You’re all safe.” She said, Lana was the Newest member of their old Hunting Group, after the incident Madi wanted to keep the team going, possibly train younger members who wanted to be Hunters without the Trauma that Chris would always Project onto his ‘Students.’ Madi would Always send letters from Lana.

“Who are they?” Lana asked, motioning towards Dean and Sam who were just standing Awkwardly at the Cabin Door, Dean had a Look of Slight Betrayal on his face while Sam had that Same Puppy Dog look in his eyes staring at the young Hunters and Children all gathered around the fire. Evelyn gave Lana a smile, Perhaps it was time for her family to meet the two most Important Guys in her life.

“Well the Big tall Guy is Sam Winchester, He’s My best friend; I would Trust him with my life if I had to.” She Responded, Smiling back at Sam before moving on to Introduce Dean. “And this is Dean, my best friend and my Absolutely lovable Boyfriend; I would also Trust him with my life.”

“Wow, you have a boyfriend now? Shocker.” Someone else, with a Cold Mannered Voice said from the corner of the room in the Darkness; a Woman with Straight black hair tied up in a Ponytail and Snake Green eyes.

Evelyn Immediately Recognized her, one of her Rivals; and She Recognized her on a Personal level. The woman’s name was Blaire Thompson, same Age as Evelyn.

Chris’ Niece.

"Whispers of the Past"

Dean Winchester x Fem!OC (Evelyn) (Lyn) (Thompson)

Series Summary: A Case gone wrong years ago for Evelyn and her old hunting team has Haunted her for years, the horrors of that fateful day still engrained into her mind; Meeting the Winchesters was just some slither of hope for Evelyn, distracting her from her own bloody Past. That is, Until one day her old mentor's Partner calls her up and mentions that someone is killing off the rest of the members from Evelyn's old Hunting Team, she feels the memories pooling back into her mind and she is forced to recount everything that she just tried so hard to forget to the two people she trusts the most.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, OC's.

Chapter Summary: Evelyn gets a call from her Old Mentor's Partner, Madi, though it's not the happy reunion call that Evelyn expected to get from her.

CW//TW: mentions of Murder, mentions of Insanity, mentions of mental disorders, mentions of Child abuse, Past Child abuse, Past Mentions of Grooming, Kidnapping, torture, Murder, mentions of Ghosts and a Vampire Nest, panic attacks, Nightmares, flashbacks, Hallucinations, Obvious relationship between Dean and my OC, concussion, head wound, visions, Convulsions, Evelyn murders someone, mentor OC goes insane, drugging, the Police think Evelyn murdered some of her teammates, Dean Defends Evelyn, Evelyn and Sam are best friends.

A/N: Credit for the Header goes to @valeska-25

7 Years ago, Lebanon Kansas; 3:25 AM

Evelyn was so confused, so lost, no one had known that one of their own was compromised, it was supposed to be a Simple hunt. Sightings of a Wendigo, or what was thought to be one based on the descriptions that civilians had given to them, of course it wasn’t that, it was an illusion caused by a demon so it could Infiltrate their Most Vulnerable place, their leader.

Evelyn’s mentor, Chris Thompson, the one who took her in; Driven into Pure Insanity by a Demon, Cursing Chris with Hallucinations of every Tragedy he experienced in his short Hunter life, and now he was hunting all of them down, Chris started with Evelyn’s younger brother, Shooting him directly in the head before anyone of them could calm him down, at first evelyn was frozen, but then Madi shook her out of it.

“Lyn! Come on, we gotta go kid.” Madi Ushered Evelyn with her hand, trying to get the young hunter to run, because Whether Chris was her mentor or not he was going to kill them all out of Insanity if they stayed there. So, Evelyn started running as fast as she could, trying to keep up With Madi; though eventually she couldn’t, because Chris started Firing off his Shot gun blindly Shooting bullets at them, hitting a couple of trees.

Madi was forced to let go of Evelyn and go their separate ways and Split from each other; Fortunately Evelyn had enough Experience to be okay on her own; Right before they Split up Madi had Called out towards Evelyn, “Lyn, try and get far away from here, I Promise I’ll try and find you!” Madi’s Voice was Strained, twinged with fear, Evelyn focused on running, Pacing herself.

And that’s what led to now, she could hear Gunshots firing off in the distance, the Demon had really done a Number on Chris’ mind. Evelyn was panting, Struggling to pace herself to keep from running out of breath; finally she Reached a Cliff, Seeing Madi Stand there with a few others of their Remaining Hunting Team. Madi was Trying to calm her lover down, Placating him as his Shaky fingers held onto the Shotgun.

“None of us are here to harm you Chris! You need to calm down, this is all just in your mind!” Madi’s Voice was bordering on calm and Panicking for her Husband who was currently still Hallucinating, beside Madi was Evelyn’s Best friend, Hailey who was shaking Clinging onto the only other male team member alive, Lucas. Lucas, Pushed Hailey Further behind him as he spoke firmly, Trying to knock some sense into Chris. “Dude, your fucking Scaring the only two Kids here!” he shouted.

Evelyn’s Shaky steps were heard on the Snowy Ground, Crunching as she showed herself with her hands Raised, she was trying to keep herself calm as to not spook Chris into Killing anyone or just firing off Shots Randomly. Suddenly Everyone’s voices were speaking, one over each other, almost shouting until Chris Shakily stepped away Shooting off the gun, the bullet Pierced through Evelyn’s leg but then Flew straight into Hailey’s head, Killing her Instantly as she collapsed into Lucas’ arms as he shouted out of anger and Shock.

Chris Stepped back too far and ended up Toppling Over the edge of the cliff, Reaching out one more time for Evelyn to save him but She was frozen in shock; Watching as her mentor fell over the edge, not a single one of them Knowing whether or not he was dead or not, no one saw him hit the ground or any rocks.

Suddenly the memory was changing, the sky Had turned into a blood Red in Evelyn’s eyes, Chris’s Dead hand Reaching up holding onto Her face, Sinking his Sharp Nails that were Now Claws sinking into her cheeks and Jaw as his Voice now Distorted and Gravely speaking into her ear, engraving it into her head. “It’s all your fault.” his voice said before his mouth opened wide and he was about to—

In a Flash She Rolled out of bed with a Half Scream, onto the cold floor of the Bunker, Landing Harshly on her stomach; Evelyn’s eyes were wide with Fear, Tears Threatening to Spring from her eyes at the Harsh memory that had changed into a Horrific nightmare due to her screwed up mind. Evelyn Sat up on her hands and knees, Breathing Slowly as she Realized she was safe and sound in the Bunker, safe with the Winchesters.

Meeting the Winchester Brothers was Pure Luck for Evelyn; after Spending so many months and years running from her past, Seeing Two People Offering you something so safe and so Stable was like a breath of Fresh air. Especially being with Dean Winchester, It was like He was the closest thing to safe for Evelyn, yes she knew it was an Irrational way of thinking, but it was the feeling she felt when hunting with Dean, like nothing could Hurt her Ever Again.

Sam had become her best friend in the years she spent with them, especially since she was a Great help in Researching all the lore they needed for a Case; Evelyn also felt Safe with Sam, it was easy for her to forget all about that Horrible day when she was hunting with the Winchesters; but now just seeing how easily her mind could change up her memories, she couldn’t help but Have flashes of that day once more in her mind.

Evelyn stood up from the floor, her legs Shaking a bit as she maneuvered herself to the Mirror In her room, Seeing herself; Evelyn almost gasped at what she saw staring back at her, Evelyn’s Face was so pale and Sweaty, this nightmare wasn’t like any normal one she had on a good day; Usually when she had these type of Horrific nightmares it meant something bad was about to happen in the next few days; and Evelyn was now having a gut Feeling some bad shit was about to go down right here in Lebanon.

Evelyn picked up her watch from the nightstand right next to her bed checking the time, 9 o’ clock in the morning it was about time she got up and got Ready for whatever the World Had planned for her today; She Grabbed her usual Outfit from the Closet, a Light Jacket, some Jeans, Regular Tennis Shoes and her usual black belt which she used to hold some of her Weapons during Cases. Evelyn Sat them down on the Bathroom counter before Turning on the shower.

A Nice hot Shower was exactly what she needed to Start the day.

Evelyn quickly washed her face in the sink, trying to add a bit of Color to her face; she didn’t Need Dean and Sam to Start Aggressively Questioning her about what was wrong. Evelyn Stripped out of her Pajamas and Stepped into the steaming hot Water that was Pouring into the Shower instantly Soothing her Tense Muscles; it felt nice, at Least to Take a short break from all the Stressful things she Experienced as a Hunter.

Evelyn Spent Thirty minutes in the shower before turning the water off and Stepped out of the shower Wrapping a towel Around herself; looking in the mirror she saw that after a nice hot shower she did have more Color in her face, she wasn’t as Pale as before. Evelyn Quickly slipped on her outfit before Exiting her room, immediately making her way to the Kitchen in the Bunker.

Of course as usual, Dean was already up and in the Kitchen fixing a Fresh cup of Coffee; Evelyn couldn’t help but smile at his Behaviors, Yeah he was a little weird but that was the way she loved and she hoped he would stay that way forever.

Evelyn Immediately slid Past him wanting to Pour herself a bowl of Cereal, “Morning.” Dean’s Voice Greeted her ears, still Albeit Sleepy no doubt due to waking up a bit too early; Everyone knew not to wake up Dean before he usually wanted to wake up, he was an angry sleeper. Evelyn Shot him a Small smile before Replying, “Morning, Dean.” she Greeted, Pouring her bowl of Cereal and Settling down at the Kitchen Counter.

Of course as always Dean Some how Sensed that something was wrong, Settling down Besides Evelyn one one of the counter Stools, Gently Placing his hand On her shoulder. “Everything okay, Sweetheart? You seem tense.” Dean Noted, she couldn’t understand how this man seemed to already sense that something was wrong with her.

Evelyn couldn’t tell him why though, he wouldn’t see her the same way, he’d only see her as some Common Monster who Murdered someone. She would do whatever it took to keep her secret a secret, hidden deep inside her where no one would see or hear it.

“I’m fine Dean, Just didn’t get too much sleep last night.” she replied, giving him a Reassuring Smile to Prove that she was okay.

Dean Obviously Didn’t believe her but Didn’t Push at the Issue, that would only make Evelyn Shut him down Real Quick; he had learned that he couldn’t Push her too hard, so he Just Nodded with A Quick Response, “Okay, if you say so.” his voice was soft with Understanding letting her know that she could talk to him if she needed to.

Evelyn let out a happy sigh at the fact that he wasn’t Pushing the issue, chewing on a bite of her Cereal as Sam finally walked into the Kitchen, Tussling his Bed Head Hair as He Rubbed the sleep from his Eyes.

Dean was about to Say some Snarky Remark about Sam’s hair and how he would be Glad to cut it, but Evelyn cut him off lightly smacking Dean’s hand as she scolded him, “Dean, Shut up.” her voice sounded more like a Mother cat hissing at her kitten. Indeed Dean did shut up after Evelyn’s scolding.

Sam snorted trying to keep his laugh in at how fast Dean Had shut His Mouth, She really did have the Hunter wrapped around her little finger. “Morning, Sam.” Evelyn Greeted before she took another Spoonful of Cereal into her mouth.

Sam Smiled back at her as he Poured himself a Cup of Coffee, “Morning, Lyn.” he Replied; Evelyn almost Flinched at the use of her nickname, Bringing up flashes of her old Memories again. Lyn was the Nickname Chris had given her, he was the only one who saw the Potential in her as a Young Hunter; so he took it upon himself to Train her and Evelyn’s Late Best friend, Hailey.

Evelyn Quickly Composed herself before the Brothers noticed her Unusual Behavior, Finishing up her Bowl Of Cereal and washing it off in the sink right before her Phone Started Ringing in her Pocket.

Both Sam and Dean watched With Raised Brows as she Plucked her phone from her Jacket Pocket, Slightly frowning at the Familiar number that Lit up the Screen; Evelyn looked up for a moment, Smiling Apologetically at the Brothers, “Excuse me boys, I need to take this Real Quick.” She excused herself walking off to her Room, Locking the Door Behind her.

Evelyn Took a deep Breath before Answering the Call, “Madi?” she Answered, keeping her eyes On the door just in case one of the Boys Wanted to Eavesdrop on her Phone Conversation. “Lyn, How are you doing?” Madi’s Soft, motherly Voice chimed over the Phone; sometimes just hearing her voice Healed Evelyn.

“Uh, I’m good. I um.. I’ve been Living with the Winchester Brothers for a while now.” Evelyn Shared, sitting down on her bed. Madi let out a Surprised Gasp on the other end, “John Winchester’s Boys? You must feel so lucky. Girl, I heard through the Grapevine you’re dating one of em’.” Madi’s voice was high Pitched and full of Excitement.

Evelyn Gave a little Chuckle, “Uh yeah, Dean.” was her short Reply, on the Other End Madi gave a Full belly laugh as she Responded. “Girl, I knew it.”

It was silent for a moment on both Ends before Evelyn Started Speaking, “So Madi, Why did you call me; I know it wasn’t for a Social Call.” She stated, Madi never Called Her out of the blue like this; not if it wasn’t anything Serious. Madi sighed on the other end, “You’re Too smart for your own good, Kid.” her soft voice said before she got to the main issue.

“It’s Chris.” She said, her voice becoming Softer for a moment, Like she was struggling to say the words To Evelyn.

“Madi? What is it?” Evelyn asked, as Far as She knew Chris was Presumed Dead, no way someone would survive that High of a Fall off of a Cliff; Especially one that had Jagged Rocks on the way down.

“Lyn.. Chris—He’s alive.” that one Sentence, Shocked Evelyn to her core; Chris was Alive? He wasn’t dead, her Knees shook threatening to give out on her as the news sunk into her brain.

Madi wasn’t Finished though, her Voice began speaking again, Telling Evelyn a Shocking New Discovery.

“And He’s Killing Everyone on that Old Hunting Team, he already Got Lucas; Mutilated him.” her voice was strained.

Oh, Shit.. this is bad.