Supernatural Imagines

Dean x Reader - Not Your Fault

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1474

Warnings: angst(kind of), smut(oral;male receiving), swearing, drinking, fluff

A/N: Finally a Dean smut! I'm really excited about this one! Next one will probably be a Cas one shot, but I still have no plot or anything, so if you have any suggestions/requests please inbox me! Hope you like it!

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It was supposed to be an easy vampire hunt. You and the Winchesters have been on a lot of those hunts. 

But this one went terribly wrong. You beheaded almost everyone in the nest, exept for one vampire that managed to escape and kill two people before you caught it. 

The three of you were pissed and tired. Each one of you were blaming themselves. Dean, of course, blamed himself the most.  He always thought that he was to blame for everything bad that happens in their world. Always trying to wash his emotions away with alcohol and meaningless one night stands. Always putting the world's weight on his shoulders.

As the three of you walked into the bunker Sam wished you and Dean a 'goodnight' and went to his room. Dean went into the library. You knew exactly what he was going to do in there. He was getting shitfaced and hoping to forget tonight's events. 

You hated seeing him like this, but hell you couldn't blame him. Actually you kinda wanted to do the same thing right now, but you knew it wouldn't help you. Dean, on the other hand, found some kind of relief in drinking. 

Ten minutes later you walked in the library and saw Dean sitting in one of the chairs, drinking. -

"You know it wasn't your fault, right?" - you spoke. 

He turned his head in your direction and all you could see in his eyes was pain. He just stared at you for a few second and then turned back to the bottle of whiskey on the table. 

"Dean, I'm talking to you!" - you walked closer to him, standing beside his chair. His head snapped at you again. -"Oh, yeah? And whose fault was it then, huh?" - he said, noticeably raising his voice. -"I could've killed him, Y/N. But I was too fucking late." 

Did he seriously think he could have somehow predicted this? 

"It was not just your fault, Dean. There was no way you could have known that this vampire would escape. Stop blaming yourself, damnit!" - he suddenly stood up. Now, he was standing right in front of you. Your faces inches away. You could practically feel his hot breath on your face. You were a little intimidated, but you knew that Dean would never hurt you.  

"I'm going out." - he said, storming past you and out of the library. - "Dean, wait!" - you screamed after him, but it's too late. You heard the door of the bunker slam and then moments later you heard Baby's engine purr. 

It was around 3 a.m. now. Dean left hours ago, but here you were; still awake, waiting for him. You were sure that right now he was at some run down bar, locking lips with some skank. You imagined his hands all over her body, god how much you wanted to feel his hands on your body. 

You shook that thought away. You can't be thinking things like that about Dean and you sure as hell shouldn't be jealous over him. You guys weren't even together, so why were you feeling that way? 

You heard a light knock on your bedroom door followed by a whisper -"Y/N, are you awake?" - it was Dean. 

'He is probably drunk' - you thought. 

Dean lifted his head to look at you when you opened the door. He didn't seem drunk. A little tipsy? Sure. But nothing more than that. 

"What do you want, Dean?" - you asked, trying to sound as angry as possible, but you were really glad that he was okay. - "I need to apologize." - he stopped and took a deep breath - "I didn't mean to treat you like that or yell at you. I know you were just trying to help me." - he said, looking at you with those beautiful green eyes of his. -  "I accept your apology." - you said firmly. He nodded and turned around, starting to walk away. 

"Wait,Dean." - you couldn't stop yourself. 

"Wha-" - you didn't let him finish as you crashed your lips onto his. He didn't respond to the kiss right away, but after a few seconds his hands found their way around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You placed one of your hands on his jaw and the other on the side of his neck. 

His lips were soft and hot. He tasted a little bit like whiskey and mint. It was perfect. He pulled away from you and you looked up in his eyes, now looking a lot darker than before. - "Are you sure you want this, sweetheart?" - you nodded your head 'yes' and he locked his lips with yours once again. 

He pushed you into the room, then turned around, closed and locked the door. When he turned around you pushed him against the door. Dean let out a groan as you attacked his neck. Licking, kissing, bitting. You tore off his jacket and he ripped off your blouse and then unclasped your bra. 

"Hey, I liked that shirt!" - you said, trying to sound annoyed, earning a laugh from Dean. Annoyed, you ripped open his t-shirt and pulled it down his shoulders. 

You dropped to your knees and started unbuckling his belt and sliding down his pants and boxers. His erection sprung free, making you gasp at his impressive lenght. Dean chuckled, looking down at you. You grabbed his cock and stroked it a few times, before sliding your tongue up his lenght teasingly. Then, you took the tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue over and around it.

Dean reached down and started pulling at your hair slightly. You slowly started to sink your mouth on his cock. Loud moans escaped Dean's parted lips and he buckled his hips forward, his tip touching the back of your throat. Your free hand started massaging his balls lightly, barely touching them at all.

"Fuck, baby." - Dean said, making you look up at him through your lashes. Damn, he looked gorgeous; eyes closed, mouth open and skin flushed; you could stare at him all day long. 

You pulled him out of your mouth with a 'pop' sound and stood up. He grabbed your face and kissed you, pushing his tongue in your mouth. The thought of him tasting himself off of you made you shiver. Your slick coating your panties.

He pushed you on the bed and kneeled between your open legs, pulling you closer by the hips and pulling your pants and panties down your legs slowly. 

"Your mouth is amazing, babygirl." - you bit your lip - "You were so amazing." - he teased at your entrance, slowly rubbing the tip of his dick up and down your slit. - "Dean, please" - you whined. - "Please, what?" - you let out a groan. - "S-Stop teasing, Dean" - you tried to sound demanding, but your voice betrayed you as he continued tracing over your entrance with his cock, coating his tip with your juices.

"Please, fuck me Dean!"- Dean immediately pushed inside you and you screamed in both shock and pleasure. He started slow at first, his pace speeding up with each hard thrust. He was pushing almost all the way out and then slamming into you with all his might. 

His lips soon found your neck, leaving bite marks all over it, then travelling up your jaw line and finally finding your mouth, engaging in a rough kiss.

You were turning into a moaning mess. You could feel your orgasm building up and you knew that Dean was close too. - "Dean, I'm gonna -" 

"I know baby, I'm close too." - a few more trusts and your walls were tightening around him. - "Oh, God! Dean, yes!" - you came hard, your vision clouded with stars, and seconds later Dean reached his own high, spilling his seed deep inside you. 

He pulled out of you and rolled to his side. You both laid there, looking at the ceiling, breathing heavily. 

"Thank you" - he started,breaking the silence - "I don't mean just the sex... I mean the things you said to me... " 

"I meant every word I said. Not everything is your fault." - you pecked his lips rolled to your side, placing your head on his chest. He placed one arm on your back, pulling you even closer to his side and placing a tender kiss on your forehead. 

"Sweet dreams, Y/N."