Used to be Dean Pt. 1

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Dean used to be your bed buddy. You end up hunting on your own, but run into the Winchester brothers again. You and Dean want a fun night together once again.

Warnings: SMUT, language

Written from your point of view. Y/n = Your name. There will be a second part to this after a slight time jump... but drama.

Having your sex buddy be Dean Winchester sort of ruins you for other guys. He has such talented hands, his tongue is a God send, and he is well blessed between the legs.

Unfortunately for me, I haven't seen him in almost four years. The last time we were together we were 23 and 21. I've actually started hunting in the last two years. After a werewolf attacked me. I survived only because of what Dean taught me.

I've heard talk of Sam and Dean from other hunters I've met. Shit hit the fan for them. Dean went to hell. Like, actual Hell. But he somehow came back.

I was on the trail of a woman in white. I have never worked one before. I've been looking into who this could be, and I finally found a very likely candidate. So, when night fell I went to the graveyard.

Just as I started digging her up I heard a car coming. I dropped the shovel and hid behind a tree, cursing whoever was pulling up.

After a couple minutes the car stopped, shut off, and two low voices approached. "Sam... someone was already starting our job."

I immediately recognized the voice. So I cleared my throat and came out. I watched Dean see who I was.

"Y/n? What the hell?" He asked surprised.

"Hey, Dean. Long time."

Sam smiled and came over to hug me. "Y/n, wow. How are you? And what the hell are you doing here?"

"Beating you to her grave I guess." I looked over to Dean.

He raised an eyebrow, "You're hunting? Since when?"

"Couple years now. So uh, you guys want to help me finish the job?" We didn't have time to get into that right now.

They helped me dig, and we torched the body, hoping to end everything. Sam asked me to grab a drink with them. I accepted just so we could catch up.

"Y/n/n, I have to ask.... what the hell are you doing hunting?" Dean asked at the bar. We sat in a booth, them on one side looking over at me.

I sighed, "Well, about two years ago I found myself being attacked by a werewolf. I survived because of what you taught me. Then I decided to learn more, train, and start hunting to save people."

"That's impressive." Sam said with a small smile, referring to me killing the werewolf.

Dean rolled his eyes slightly, "Well, I'm glad the few things I showed you, saved you. Why did you never call?"

Sam raised both eyebrows, "Dean, she's a grown up."

"I didn't know I needed your permission to choose to change my own life." I challenged, making Sam laugh slightly. I stared right at Dean who was trying to figure out the words.

"I just mean to tell me about the attack, and ever mention you were hunting." He grumbled.

"Well, a while back I heard talk you were dead. So, sorry I didn't call recently."

He sighed and took a drink of his beer before saying, "Fine, I get it. I'm sorry. Life has sort of hit the fan since we last saw each other."

I downed a shot, "It's fine, Dean. I thought about reaching out to one of you when it all first happened, but I just never did."

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