Hypnosis Stories

Control Part 1

Dean Winchester. The bold and strong hunter who was always in control. That was the persona he had to maintain for his profession. You were a new hunter, but not new to the life. Your aunt, Pamela, was killed by a demon while helping the Winchesters. You had the same gift of psychic power she did, which is how you’d ended up meeting Dean. When Dean first found this out, he thought you’d want nothing to do with him. Truthfully, you were never mad at him. You fell madly in love with him the first time you saw him. You’d gotten together and you moved into the bunker. That was over a year ago. What surprised you the most was the day right after you moved in. Dean walked into the bunker after a hunt looking broken. He came straight to you, told you Sam was out of the bunker for the night, he just needed to be alone with you. He needed you to help him relax.

“I need you to do it. Please.” Dean begged.

“Do what?” You furrowed your brow in confusion. You had no idea what he meant.

“Put me under. Do it. I don’t wanna feel anything but you.” Dean pleaded with you. You’d offered hypnosis to him a few times. It was your specialty. You didn’t want to control him or use it to dredge up past memories, though you could, you just wanted him to relax.

“You’re sure?” You questioned, rubbing your hand on his face.

“I’m sure.” He nodded. “Please.” You took his hand and led him to the couch, taking a seat first and laying him down with his head on your lap. You removed the necklace with the crystal pendant from around your neck and held it above his eyes, making it spin. You used your free hand to rub soothing patterns on his forehead and card through his hair. He’d seen you do this to witnesses, he knew what to do, but never had it been so intimate.

“Focus on the pendant, Dean.” You spoke softly and threaded your hand through his hair. You watched his gaze stay strictly on the pendant. “Now just relax. Let everything go.” His body got a little bit heavier against you and he let out a deep sigh. “That’s good. You’re so good.” You said. “Let everything go. Relax.” His eyes started to flutter, fighting to maintain control. “Let go, baby. Go ahead. You’re safe.” Another deep sigh came from his chest and his eyes closed, his whole body limp on yours. “Can you still hear me baby?”

“Y/N.” Dean mumbled.

“Why did you want me to do this? What do you really want, baby?” You ran a hand down his chest and felt him shudder under you.

“You.” He smiled. You hadn’t expected that. Normally if he wanted sex, he just dove right in. The thought of him so deep in trance and only wanting you made you want to come right there.

“Show me.” You whispered in his ear.
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Ever since that night, it had become something Dean and you did regularly. It was the best sex you’d ever had and Dean loved to submit to it. Thinking of it sitting in your shared bedroom right now made your panties wet. You padded out into the kitchen to find Dean. He was sitting at the table drinking a beer when you found him.

“So, Sam’s gone for the weekend.” You said, straddling his lap. He pressed a kiss to your lips that made your head spin.

“Mmm…and you’re already so wet.” He smiled, cupping your pussy through your panties. “Thinking of me?”

“Yes.” You breathed. “Actually I was thinking of trying something new. Only if you’re ok with it.”