supernatural smut dean x reader

dean x reader: I don't like him

You were smiling down at your phone sitting at a table in the bunker. Your instructions had been something about "finding a way to kill this" or "find a way to trap that" but you were enamored by a gentleman caller whom you'd met at a bar on a previous hunt. Your texts back and forth were the highlight of the gloomy windowless days in the bunker and you were crushing.

You let out a small giggle and Dean sighed sitting across from you head in a book.
"Are you actually gonna help or are you just going to stare at your phone?" He said seething.
"Oh- and here I was thinking you just enjoyed my presence." You responded sarcastically.
"Y/n this is a case. That's what we do-" He spoke as you interrupted him.
"Saving people hunting things the family business blah blah blah."  You said annoyed. Although you weren't technically family, like many others who had met the Winchesters you'd been sucked in with no hope of making it out alive.

"God dammit y/n. You made me lose my place." He said grinding his teeth.
"Okay I'll leave." You said as you stood.
"And what go text your boy toy from your room?" He muttered.
"As a matter of fact yeah. I'll be texting Anthony from my room." You said standing in front of the table.
"I don't like him." Dean said not meeting your eyes.
"And why is that?" You challenged.
"I don't need a reason to not like someone. But for your information the guy gives me the creeps his eyes are too.. blue." Dean said.
"You remember his eyes?!? You probably don't remember how we met but you remember his eyes." You raised your voice. As you began to walk away.
"Three years ago at Bobbies you were wearing my Metallica tee shirt your hair was wet cause you had just showered, you were crying on the couch. When I walked in you looked up at me and I was sure I'd never seen someone so sad. Then you said "take a picture it'll last longer." And I walked away." He said to your back.

You stopped dead in your tracks amazed by his account of that night. You still had the shirt in question in fact throughout the years it had become your favorite shirt to sleep in. It brought you comfort. Bobby's death was fresh, it had been over a year but any mention of him brought you nearly to tears. You set your phone down on the table behind you and walked back over to Dean.

"I'm sorry I got mad. It's just a girl can get lonely in a bunker. And a girl can get something else when she's surrounded by guys who look like they could model for Playgirl." You said sitting back down looking into his eyes.
"It's not fair for me to say I don't like someone for no reason y/n. You know how I am I protect you, it's what Bobby would've wanted." Dean said.

You spent the next few hours reminiscing about the great man. The good, the bad, the ugly. Soon you landed on a story you were sure you'd never tell but in the heat of the moment it felt right.

"You know there was about a month when I was still living with Bobby that I walked around the house smiling like a fool because of you. I swear Bobby abour lost it when he found a photo I had found in his desk on my bedside table. Flipped his lid, for about 10 minuets. Then he told me "In a perfect world you never would've gotten into this, but in our world I hope you and Dean end up together there's no one I trust more." Of course my dreams were shattered when you showed up with a leggy blonde in a short skirt about a week later." You said to Dean.
"I know, I mean Bobby told me about your little crush. I assumed you got over it. But the question is did he ever tell you about mine?" Dean said.
"You weren't the only one in a love spiral when we met. You were sad but you were- are so beautiful you always have been." Dean continued.

The room fell silent as you stared into each other's eyes. Then you stood walking to the chair he sat on and lowering yourself into his lap.

"Dean Winchester, forget any other guy any distraction I've had, I never stopped crushing I have loved you since the moment I laid eyes on you." You said.

Before he could respond you planted a kiss on his mouth. He kissed you back and sparks flew. He wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you closer as the kiss grew more intense before standing lifting you with him and walking to his room. He laid you down on his made bed and pulled his shirt off. You struggled to get your pants, then shirt and bra off and throw them to his floor. Naked in front of him he looked you up and down and tan his hands along your body. You laid horizontal across the twin bed legs handing off the side. He kneeled down and dove in to your soaked core. With one hand tangled in his hair you threw your head back moaning and bucking your hips toward his mouth.

It was sex you'd only dreamed about.  And you weren't sure you could ever get enough. Just like that his mouth left you as he trailed kisses up your body and onto your neck. His jean clad hard on rubbing against the spot he had made so tender. He stood removing his jeans and grabbed your legs lifting them to each of his sides. He ran his hands threw your slick and gave himself a few pumps before sliding into you. The pace was relentless your hands gripped the bed sheets desperate to be on his body. He moved a hand from your leg which now balanced on his shoulder, to rub your clit. The combination of him sliding deeper inside you with each thrust and his fingers on your clit brought you to your climax almost embarrassingly early. You could give no warning besides moans and curses to his name. When he felt you clinch around him he threw his head back groaning and released inside of you. Moments later he joined you on the bed the two of you panting besides each other.

"You really should've told me sooner." Dean said in between breathes.
"I really should've." You agreed.

His hand moved to yours and the two of you laid in the nude for a while before you sat up declaring.

"Race me to the showers for round two?" You got up and ran as he chased after you catching up halfway to the showers grabbing your waist.

"If you can take it." He replied