supernatural smut dean x reader

dean x reader: can I come in?

You were staying at Bobby's in a spare bedroom that you'd made into your own. You were 17 when your parents died and had stayed at the occasional family members house for the two years following, until the last family you had left was Bobby. A distant uncle, less distant more.. not talked about. Since moving in you couldn't understand why he had been talked about in such hushed tones to you he was an angle. He made sure you ate gave you money for clothes let you man the phones during hunts, though you'd never met the boys you'd been covering for.

It was rainy when they walked in through the kitchen door. Sams hair clung to his head like wet spaghetti but deans spiky short do stayed sharp against the rain. You were sitting at the kitchen table looking at a magazine the radio dialed to your favorite station Kansas playing lightly through the speakers.

"Your not Bobby?" Sam said looking confused. Dean eyed you in a way that made your skin crawl and suddenly your silk pajama shorts and the Metallica t-shirt you'd found in a closet didn't seem like enough clothes.
"She certainly is not." Dean said with a smirk.
"Hey idjits. Eyes off. That's my niece y/n. Y/n that's Sam and the one whose mouth is hung open like an idiot is Dean." Bobby said informally introducing you. Dean snapped up playfully glaring at Bobby before walking over to you.
"Very nice to meet you y/n I see you found my t-shirt hope you like it." He said pointing to the shirt.
"Oh I- I found it in the closet Bobby said-." You replied flustered at the sight in front of you.
"No no keep it, it looks good on you." He gave you a wink and you giggled.
"Nope." Bobby said looking at the two of you before walking away.

For the rest of the day the thunderstorms prevailed and you Sam and Dean piled on the couch in front of black and white reruns. Dean decidedly sat next to you and when the light faded from outside he teased your thigh brushing his fingers up and down. Bobby made dinner, hamburger helper about four times the portion usually required but in 15 minuets it was gone. After dinner you excused yourself and went up to you room while Sam and Dean bickered over who was gonna take the couch and who was gonna take the cot. For around an hour you messed around in your room, listening to music, reading, watching a little bit of TV. Then you heard a knock.

"Can I come in?" You heard Dean say from outside your door. You were sitting on your bed watching the small TV in the corner an infomercial.
"Yeah come in." You replied. He walked in and looked around.
"Love what you've done with the place." He examined every wall before finding his place on the bed.
"So what's up?" You said.
"Not much Sams getting on my nerves had to get away." he replied.
"That stunt you were pulling on the couch not cool, Bobby could've seen." You said.
"What ever could you mean? When stuck in the middle with no arm rests what am I supposed to do?"
He said dramatically.
"Oh shut up." You said grabbing his face and kissing him.

Though you'd only felt the tension for a matter of hours it was too strong to continue on. With the kiss if was broken. He moved so that he was on top of you. The make out continuing as he grinded against you the bed squeaking ever so slightly from your movement. In a sudden switch you were on top of him you flipped your hair to the side and continued kissing his lips occasionally his neck. You could feel his hard on through his jeans and you rubbed against it in your thin shorts deriving pleasure from teasing him. His hands were all over you grabbing your ass and moving up and down your waist.

The door swung open and the two of you froze.
"Dean get the hell out of here!" Bobby yelled. Dean practically threw you too the side as he rushed to leave.
"Y/n, what did I tell you about the boys!?" He said to you as you tried to recover from the heat.
"Not how hot they were apparently." You replied snarky.
"That's not funny you shouldn't be doing that." He said anger prevalent in his voice.
"Why not?" You questioned.
"Those boys they're in and out you can't get attached." He said a sadness covering the anger.
"Who said anything about me getting attached?" You said raising your voice.
"Y/n I'm just warning you. I better not catch Dean up here again, goodnight." He said closing the door.

For the rest of the night you sat up thinking about what he had said. You weren't sure what kind of business Bobby was running only whispers of demons and vampires which you had assumed were code for something. When you finally fell asleep you dreamt of Dean and then you were sure you had to have him.

To be continued...