Supernatural- Reader Inserts (1)

Dean- Kids (Part Two)

(WARNING: THERE IS A SMUT SCENE!!! ;). IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ IT. FEEL FREE TO SKIP OVER THE PART!!!!)

Dean's lips tasted like beer, he ran his hands down your sides to your hips. One hand stayed on your hip as the other moved to your ass. The kiss was rough and needing, but gentle and passionate all the same.

"D-Dean.... we... can't..." your voice was breathless and panted. You could see the lust in his eyes.

"(Y/N), I lost you for three damn long years." he whispered. "Please, don't push me away."

You cracked a small smile. "I was saying. We can't... not in this room." Dean's eyes filled with lust again. He picked you up and your wrapped your legs around his turso. He kissed you hard.

Dean carried you to your room. His lips never leaving your mouth. Ever. You ran your hands under his shirt, craving his touch, you felt every indent of his muscled chest.

He shivered under your touch. He missed this. He laid you on your bed, he was careful not to squish you with his weight. "(Y/N)." The way your name came off his lips, made you swoon.

"Dean, please!" you said. He kissed you and pulled his t-shirt from his body. You wanted him, right then and there.

You sat on your knees, pulling at his belt buckle. "Oh, Baby!" He breathed heavily. Once the buckle was undone, Dean stripped himself of his pants and boxers.

His fingers lingered by the waist band of your jeans. He hooked your jeans and pushed them down you shaped legs. He bit his lip, running his hands up and down your smooth, satin skin. "So soft." he whispered. 

You loved the way his hands felt on your legs, his hands moved closer to the junction between your legs. You bit your lip, arching your back slightly, as you closed your eyes tightly.

"Dean.." you moaned lightly. Dean took you cotton panties off and the pulled the blue tank-top off your body, leaving you only in a white push-up bra. The air felt cool on your now hot skin.

Dean reached under your back and unclasped your bra. Then, flung it across the room. He positioned himself at your apex. He looked at you, for permission. "Dean, I need you."

He entered you quickly, you let out a small gasp. He moved inside of you, grinding his hips against yours. He kissed your neck, where your shoulder and collarbone meet, that was a sweet spot. He latched his lips to your skin and sucked your smooth flesh.

You were in pure ecstasy, everything he did, even the small movements, sent you spiraling  towards a release. The hormones stirred in your blood, building up in your core. It was like a dam, the pressure just built higher and higher.

Dean grunted and moaned, moving with deep, loving, rough—yet tender, strokes. You clung to his back, your nails dug into his skin as you moaned his name.

"Ahh, hell, (Y/N)..." Dean was close. He kissed you hard. Your core tightened around his shaft, which sent him overboard. He moaned and closed his eyes.

His moan set your dam crashing down, you climaxed moaning his name. Dean climaxed along with you. He kissed you gently, pulling out. 

He laid down next to you, and pulled the blanket over the two of you. He held you to his chest, and placed his chin on the top of your head.

You looked at him, and kissed his jaw. His arm tightened around you, as he held you. You smiled and closed your eyes, falling asleep.

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(A/N - The smut scene is all done. You can stop scrolling! Anyways, continue reading my dear hunters!)

Dean woke up to an empty bed, panic set as he got up, only sparing a moment to put in his boxers and his jeans (more like he couldn't find his shirt.)

He walked out of the bedroom and moved down the hall. He moved silently, and swiftly. He stopped when he heard you giggle, he heard another man's voice. 

"Look at those cheeks!" It was Sam.

"Sam! Stop making fun of his cheeks!" I playfully scolded the younger Winchester.

Dean walked into the room, he saw you standing by the stove, wearing jean shorts and a old band t-shirt. You were making scrambled eggs, and bacon. Sam was at the counter, he had a cup of coffee and was putting dry Cheerios on the tray of Mason's highchair. Mason was laughing, and clapping.

"Sam?" Dean asked, he looked at his little brother. Sam turned around and looked at Dean.

You turned around and smiled at Dean. "Hey!" He flashed you a smile. Dean glanced at you.

"Sam, what are you doing here?" He asked.

"(Y/N) called me." Sam said. "She invited me over for breakfast."

You suddenly felt Dean's eyes on you, and you looked down. Dean said nothing and walked to the table. You had brought over, coffee, milk, eggs, and the bacon. Sam pulled Mason to the table, you sat and waited for everyone to get food.

After everyone ate, you began clearing the table, and washing the dishes. Sam helped you, while Dean cleaned up Mason. Once, all the dishes were clean, all of you guys sat in the living room. Dean stood up and sighed. "All right, we got to get going Sam." You looked at him.

"W-what?" You asked. Dean didn't look you just his brother. Sam didn't say anything and stood up, walking out the door.

"Dean! Will you please look at me!" You cried, you stood up and looked at him.

"I got to go." Dean said, he walked out the door and closed it. You ran out the door after him.

"You get in that car, and don't you ever come back!" You screamed at him. Tears streaming down your face. With out a glance back at you, Dean drove off. Leaving you crying on your front porch.