Fandom Smut

Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered (Dean X Reader)

A/N- This is my first smut so I'm sorry if it's not great. I've wanted to do a Supernatural smut for a while so I hope it's okay. I love Supernatural and I'm thinking about doing a Destiel fic, but I'm still deciding on whether it should be smut or fluff or a one shot or a story, Bleh anyways here :)

Warnings- Angst (oh lord, so much angst), dom!reader, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), swearing.

(Reader's POV)

You hit the punching bag rhythmically, slowly picking up the pace. You begin to find your focus and swipe furiously, forcing all of your anger into it. Waves of pain begin washing up your arms and over your shoulders as you start to get more aggressive. The pain makes you angrier and you start growling as you punch and kick, putting all of your available strength into it. The sweat builds up and you rip your shirt over your head fast, leaving you in just a sports bra and Lycra shorts. Aware of a presence but still completely in your element you continue beating the punching bag harshly. Finally the presence distracts you as you hear a unison of voices yell your name, "Y/N!" Sam and Dean roar. The punching bag wobbles awkwardly as you land a distracted punch, bending your left wrist sharply backwards, creating a sickening crunch. You yelp in pain and with your last shock of anger roundhouse the bag so hard the chain snaps, the bag hitting the floor with a thud, seams splitting and sand spilling."Y/N!" Sam shouts again.

You growl, "What?" In a short, low voice, picking up your discarded shirt and wiping the glistening sweat off your chest and stomach.

"You've been down here for hours..." Sam began, "We were getting worried."

You scoffed and sneered, "Yeah fucking right." You look from Sam who's brow was furrowed in a genuine expression of worry, and then to Dean's stony face. Your eyes locked with his and you narrowed yours, "Excuse me if I find that hard to believe," you grumble, keeping perfect eye contact with Dean.

"Y/N..." Sam starts, but you quickly cut him off by looking at him quickly, your cold eyes taking his words away.

Dean steps slowly and you begin to circle each other, "Hunter my whole life," you begin, "Saving hundreds of people...saving your asses more than once," Dean flinched slightly at that, "and now when I need you guys most, you turn around a call me a monster, tell me I can't be trusted! Which is hilarious considering that you and the King of Hell became best buds..."

Dean grumbled and frowned, "That's not fair...I was-"

"A demon, Dean. And even when you tried to kill Sammy he trusted you, and he saved you-" You begin to size each other up, taking protective stances.

"But you're a-"

"A born witch, I'm not proud of it, hell I've hunted more witches than you can count and you think this sudden news is easy on me?" You spat. You thought back to when this all began, six months ago.

You were sitting at the table in the bunker, reading. It was the day after your 25th birthday and a case had come up, you were researching for it. Dean sighed and stood up, "You want a beer?" He asked, shook your head, not taking your eyes off the page, he asked you again, not seeing your decline to his offer.

"No, thanks." you say, waving him off. But as you swipe your hand absentmindedly, the stack of seven books on Dean's side of the table, fly off and you both jump.

"Did-" Dean started, staring at the mess, "Did you just...?"  You look terrified at him and then to your hand. Considering that his books were a good four feet from you and that Dean would have seen you move, you couldn't have physically swiped the books off yourself.

"Call Sam. Now." You croaked.

You and Dean were still circling each other, Sam stood in silence until saying, "Dean, c'mon, we checked out her family history and there was nothing bad. All healers and hunters," Dean shot a glance to Sam.