supernatural smut dean x reader

dean x reader: shoplift

After hanging with the Winchesters for so long your morales on money and scamming we're obliterated. Your already minuscule respect for the man was completely gone. And you took every opportunity to prove to the eldest Winchester and the object of your desire just how cool you could be.

You Sam and Dean rolled into a gas station somewhere in Kansas and you walked in to get provisions putting knick knacks and small items in to your pockets, paying for the larger ones. When you go to the counter they had a display of cigarettes a plastic relic of the 1980s which apparently was the last decade this town was socially aware off. You asked the gas station attendant a question about the items locked away behind him, when he turned around you pocketed a pack of cigarettes. To your surprise you felt a firm grip on your wrist and then a voice, Deans voice, in your ear.

"God dammit y/n you're gonna be the fricken death of me." He spoke in a whisper in your ear. You paid for the food with a smile and Dean dragged you outside towards the Impala backing you up against it.

"Shop lifting?! Seriously?! Y/n we already do enough illegal shit to get us locked away and your shoplifting." You pulled a cigarette from the new box and pulled his lighter from his jacket pocket. He paused briefly to observe your hand reaching into his pocket. Before you could light the cigarette he grabbed it and threw it to the ground.
"And smoking?!?" He yelled.
"Oh Dean-o you are so hot when your angry with me." You said cooly pulling him by his belt loops closer. Sam started helplessly from the opposite side of the Impala as he pumped gas.
"You know what I can't even deal with you right now we're doing this later." He said referring to whatever obscene lecture he'd be making up in the car.

Hours later you'd reached a crappy motel in South Dakota, it was dark now and Sam went out to find some grub.

"Dean you gonna deal with me now." You said from the bed. He walked to the end of the bed took a deep breathe and began his lecture in his most serious tone.
"Y/n! It's not a joke! I cant be bailing you out when my face and my name is in every god damn police station in the country. Fake FBI agent barley works as it is you are compromising the entire family business. And this whole flirting thing has got to stop. You can't get out of everything by getting me worked up!" He yelled.
"It's worked so far." You said crawling to the end of the bed to where he stood.
"And god Dean if you are so worked up why didn't you just tell me I'm not a total tease." You said undoing his belt and unzipping his pants.
"Y/n you are walking on a fine line." He said in a husky tone.
"It kinda seems like you're the one on the "fine line"" You said referring to how hard he had become from watching you undo his belt. You let his pants and boxers fall to the floor as you took his hard length in your hands giving it a few pumps before taking it in your mouth. He groaned and wrapped his hand up in your hair assisting your motions. You continued until he pulled your hair back and your mouth off of him.

"Take it off." He said referring to the long tee shirt you wore over your pants.
"Oooh yes sir." You said flirting like you always did trying to keep cool.
"And shut up with the flirting." He said asserting his dominate role. You stared up at him wide eyed as he walked to the side the bed and pushed you down onto the mattress. Your legs dangled off the side of the bed and he ripped your panties off throwing them to the side. In one swift motion he pulled his shirt off and was standing completely nude in front of you.
"Usually bad girls don't get head first but I've been dying to know what you taste like." He said practically growling. He bent to his knees and began eating you out slowly, painfully slow. You grasped at his short hair and threw your had back groaning. Just before you were about to cum he stopped.
"Not so tough now are we?" He said.
"Come on Dean don't be a tease." You said.
"So now your the only one who can be a tease." He said almost angry again.

He pulled your legs up to his shoulders and aligned himself with you as he pushed inside of you. He gave you no time to adjust before he started bucking his hips into yours wildly making you scream his name.
"That's right baby scream my name let everyone in this place know who's doing this to you." He growled looking down at your with lust blown eyes.
Within minuets you were nearing your orgasm and his tempo had slowed noticeably. He picked it back up as he felt you clench around him.
"I'm-" You barley spoke.
"I know me too." He said you came around him as he came inside of you. He plopped down next to you on the bed.
"You drive me crazy." He said breathing heavy.
"I know you love it." You said back.

Just then you heard the rumble of the Impala outside the two of you jumped up as you located your shirt and panties slipping them on and Dean struggled to piece together his outfit from the clothes scattered on the floor. You jumped to separate beds and flicked on the TV as Sam entered.

"Hey guys no burger place that was open so I got Chinese." He said hauling bags of food.
"Mm sounds good." You said.
"Yep perfect." Dean responded.
Sam looked around suspiciously before simply stating "Dean your underwear are on the floor and your shirt is inside out and backwards."