Supernatural Smut: Supernatural X Reader

Dean x Reader

Dean X Reader

Warning: Fluff and SMUTT!

Summary:
You, Dean and Sam have been hunting together for nearly a year now, which is just about how long you have been crushing on Dean. At first they didn't want to take you with them to hunt the yellow-eyed demon because they couldn't risk seeing you get hurt, but you finally convinced them. You and Dean are absolutely falling for eachother but neither you or Dean have the courage to tell one another.

You woke up with a major head ache pounding through your skull. You laid there in your bed under the thick warm covers trying to regroup, trying to prepare yourself for the dizziness before you stood up. You slowly tryed to open your eyes but the the blinding rays of light shining through the window in the bunker refused to give in. You reached up to your head, only to find a bump the size of a golf ball throbbing on your scalp. You heard foot steps shuffling around in the kitchen and eventually making there way to your room. Through the sculding light, you see Dean enter your room quietly trying to tip toe thinking you are still resting. You finally cleared your scratchy throat and managed to speak.

"Dean?" you softly said.
"Y/N, your awake," Dean replyed with a slight grin across his lips and a gleam in his eyes.
Dean gently sat next to you on the bed. You slowly scooted up, Dean trying to help but not knowing exactly how to. Your back was against the head board but your bottom half was still cozy in your blankets.
"How ya feelin'?" Dean asked with a caring tone to his voice.
"I don't know really. I feel slightly dizzy. What happened?" Dean looked down at the bed and then back up, meeting your eyes. "We went on a hunt last week," Dean sloftly spoke. "We found traces of the yellow-eyed demon just a few towns over. When we found where he was staying, we tried sneak attack him. He hit you on the head with a crow bar and you've been out ever since."

It was strange to hear Dean talking in such a sensative tone. You were used to the bull-headed Dean that picks on you every chance he gets.

"So I've been out for a week? I don't even remember anything since i saw you eating pie at the kitchen table." "That was last Saturday, Y/N."

-----Readers P.O.V.-----

Oh my God. I finally talked Sam and Dean into letting me hunt the yellow-eyed demon with them and now i totally blew it. Now i look like a fool who can't handle myself or helping with the demon. Dean is soooo not gonna fall for me now and, not to mention that I'm never ganna be able to hunt the yellow-eyed demon with them again.

-----Narrator P.O.V.-----
You suddenly got a look of depression across your face that Dean couldn't help but notice. He knew exactly what you were thinking as if he read your mind. "Hey hey now, it'll all be fine. You will be back on your feet and annoying the shit out of me sooner than you think!" Dean assured you with that little grin sneaking onto his face once more. He kissed your forhead slightly, trying not to put your head through any more trama than it was already going through. You pulled the blanket half way up your cheeks trying to hide your rosey red cheeks. He stood up, making sure not to raddle the bed, and made his way out the door, cracking it behind him.

The next morning you felt 10 times better than you did the previous morning. It was time for you to try and get up. You slowly climbed out of bed realizing that it was much easier than you had expected. Using the wall to help your stance, you guided yourself down the hallway and into the kitchen to find Sam and Dean sitting at the kitchen table. Sam was sipping on a cup of coffee in his pajamas while doing what seemed to be research on his laptop. Dean on the other hand was devouring a piece of pie; tipical Dean.

Dean looked up for a slight second and soon realized that you were leaning against the wall. "Oh, Y/N, your up" Dean said as Sam instantly looked up at you. In a hurry, Sam jumped out of his seat so you could sit down in his place, beating Dean to the punch. "How are you feeling?" the two boys said in union. You smirked and said, "Im feeling better actually. I figured you guys would be on a hunt." "No, Dean hasn't let us go on a hunt since u got hurt last week," said Sam with a giggle as Dean gave him the death glare implying that Sam should shut the hell up. Sam punched Dean in the arm before grabbing his coffee and laptop and exiting the room, leaving tension between you and Dean. "So...um...YOU wouldn't let you guys go on a hunt huh? Since when?" you said as your cheeks flushed a bright shade of red and a smile appeared to be slipping onto your face. "Yeah I, uh, didn't want to leave you here alone. I was waiting until you were up and around," said Dean as he looked down taking a shy bite of his pie before getting up and throwing the paper plate in the trash. "Just tell her!!" Sam yelled from in the other room. Dean instantly blushed and yelled, "Im ganna kill you Sam!" "Tell me what?" you said looking up at Dean. "Well....ummm," said Dean before motioning for you to sneakily follow him out of the kitchen and down the hall to your room. He gently and silently closed the door as you sat down on the bed in confussion.

"Tell me what?!" you repeated in frustration. "Well, I'v wanted to tell you for quite some time but i didn't think you liked me. I thought you hated me actually," said Dean in embarrassment while running his hands through his hair pacing trying to find the words.

You found this extremely sexy, his frustration making him anxious.

"C'mon Dean, spill." Dean quickly sat next to you and blerted it out, "I love you Y/N! There I said it." You didn't know what to say. You were thrilled that you finally knew how Dean felt about you. His feelings were mutual. So instead of saying anything, you pushed your lips against his, entertwinning your arms around his neck. After Dean realized what just happened, he passionately kissed you back, wrapping his hands around your waste. The kiss got more aggressive as Dean threw you down on the bed and began climbing on top of you. His eyes suddenly met yours, asking for permission. You gave him a slight nodd and he began to aggressivly slide your shirt over your head, followed by your sweat pants and Victoria Sectret undies. You ripped off his t-shit and jeans and began to kiss him again and again, unable to get enough of this hunk that you have been waiting for for almost a year now. As Dean layed on top of you, using his arms to brace himself up, he bagan to kiss your neck. You felt his hard member pressing against you near your heat. As dean started biting your neck he slowly worked his hand down to your heat to make sure you were wet before sliding his member into you. This caused you to moan uncontrollably. You ran your hands through his brown hair, beginning to pull it slightly, and clawed at his back. He slowly started thrusting into you and growled out a moan. His member swept across your sweet spot repeatedly causing you to release a slight scream. He thrusted faster and faster as you both were close to finishing. "Faster!..." you tried to speak but your moans cut you off in mid-sentence. He repeatedly swept your sweet spot knowing exactly where it effected you most. You both came at the same time revealing two last moans as the pleasure screamed through your bodies like a bult of lightning. Before rolling off of you, Dean gave a big grin and kissed you with more passion than ever before. You couldn't help but to smile back and say, "I love you too Dean. More than you will ever know." "Oh, i think i have a pretty good idea now," he said as you both just giggled, forehead to forehead. Suddenly there was a knock on the door and before you could say anything, Sam casually entered, soon realizing what he had just walked in on. "Oh my God!" said Sam as he shielded he eyes and rushed out of the room closing the door tightly behind him. You and Dean just laughed a little before Dean said, "Ready for round two?"