A/N~ lotsa smut! :) Also it's probably crap bc I wrote it at like 4 in the morning. Sooo sorry but not sorry. =\
(Your pov)
Sam, Dean, and I are all on a hunt together, a windigo. Aka let's go camp out in woods that might get us killed and everyone will assume it's a bear attack. I'm terrified despite the fact that I've killed at least a dozen of these things, but hey it's my job.
"Dean," I say sitting by the fire, "we are sure it's a windigo, right?"
"Yeah," him and Sam say at the same time. Dean sits down next to me, "why, you've killed like hundreds of them," he says.
"I know, but I'm also not very keen about camping out knowing they could be waiting to kill me," I say, leaning my head on his shoulder.
"Y/N, I'm not going to let anything happen to you... or Sam," he wraps his arm around me, "Plus it can't get to us, remember, we're in the circle, we're safe." I look up and smile at him, I see Sam making a face at me as he knows I really like Dean. I think about kissing him but I don't, I just cuddle my face into his chest and mentally yell at myself for not being able to kiss him. I don't know why, we act so much like a couple already.
Something moves and I flinch, "It's just me," Sam says, as he sits down on a log next to mine and Dean's.
"You scared the shit out of me," I say with a smile as Dean tightens his arm around me.
I shiver as the wind blows, my shorts and Led Zeppelin tee not doing much against the cold, and Dean doesn't even hesitate to put his jacket around my shoulders. I look at him questioningly at first, "thanks," I smile.
"Welcome," he says, pulling me closer.
"Sam, what time is it?"
"Eleven forty five," Sam answers.
"I wish this thing would either come out and let us kill it or something," I groan.
"Not at night," Dean states.
"I know, but a little action would be nice."
"Oh," Sam says with a smirk, "Dean could show you some action." I just glare at him, however Dean laughs.
"Anyway," I start, "what do we do until morning?"
"Truth or dare?" Sam throws in.
"What are we, teenagers?" I ask, "Dean, what do you want to do?" I sit back to look at him, "cause I'm not playing truth or dare with Samantha over there."
"That one was good," Sam says over Dean's laughter. "But do you have any other ideas?"
"We could tell embarrassing stories about each other," I say with a shrug.
"I'm down with that," Dean laughs, "I have plenty of stories about Sammy."
~time skip~
"Okay, okay," Sam laughs, "enough embarrassment for one night I'm going to go to bed," he points to his tent as he stands up.
"Night Samantha," I say with a sarcastic smile.
"Night Sammy," Dean says as he puts his arm around me again. A loud yawn escapes my lips and I cuddle into his chest, I want to go to sleep but not alone. "You tired?" Dean quietly asks but I shake my head no. "Don't lie," he chuckles.
"I am a bit but I'm honestly kind of scared to go to sleep, especially alone," I mumble.
"Do you want to sleep in my tent with me? I can stay awake so-" he starts but I cut him off:
"Dean, you don't have to."
"Yeah, but I want to," he says putting his hand on my cheek, making me look up at him.
"Dean," I start clearly confused, "what are yo-" he cuts me off, pressing his lips against me. It takes me a second to register what is happening but before a can kiss back he already pulled away.
"I- I'm sorry," he pulls he hand away, "I know how yo-" I cut him off, it honestly all makes sense now. I told him about my ex boyfriend and he's probably scared he's going to hurt me. That or I'm just making things up.
"Don't be," I smile and move myself to straddle him, his jacket falling in the process. I place my hands on either sides of his face and bring our lips together again, he immediately kisses back and wraps his arms around me. We pull away for air, our foreheads pressed together when out of nowhere we both hear trees rustle a bit to quickly for my liking. "Dean," I whisper, scared.
"It's okay Y/N, I've got you," he says soothingly.
"I'm definitely not going to be able to fall asleep now," I quietly say with a small smile.
"Y/N," he kisses me again, "we'll be fine, you'll be fine. I promise."
"I know, that's not exactly what I was talking about," I lock our lips again, totally forgetting about the windigo. "Your tent," I mumble against his lips.
He pulls back, "are you sure baby?" He pushes a strand of hair behind my ear.
"Yeah," I push our lips together, my arms wrap around his neck and his grip around me tighter.
"Eager aren't you," Dean chuckles.
"Shut it," I smile and lean back.
"Are you sure you're ready, I don't want to make you do anything you aren't ready for," he says his hands run down my sides.
"Yes Dean, I'm sure. But since when does Dean Winchester stop to have a heart to heart," I say with a smile.
"Since you, because I care about you, a lot," he brings a hand up to hold my face making me smile. "It's just a bit strange, five minutes ago you were scared and now you are totally fine."
"You said it yourself, we're safe, I was just overthinking," I lean back, my hands on his shoulders and he drops his hands down to my hips, "Plus I trust that you won't let anything happen, and now I want you," I run my hands down his chest, "in some pretty sinful ways."
"Well trust me, baby," he pulls my hips down on his, " I want you too," I can feel his bulge through his jeans. Without thinking I crash our lips together, almost making us fall back.
"Just think," I whisper, "it gives us something to do 'till morning." I smash our faces together again, my arms around his neck again and his hands still firm on my thighs.
"Let's get to the tent," he says moving his hands down, "and get you out of these shorts," he picks me up and I wrap my legs around his waist. I pull back and drop down from the tall man, grabbing his hand to guide him to the small tent. I do have some doubts knowing there's a windigo in the thick woods probably not far from us, but Dean quickly shakes them away with a playful slap on my ass making me giggle. I don't hesitate to attack Dean's lips once we are in his tent, I manage to kick my converse and Dean does the same with his boots despite our distraction.
"Can I?" Dean asks as he gently tugs on the end of my shirt.
"Yeah," I say, my voice breathy as I pull off his flannel.
He pulls off my tee shirt in one swift motion. His hand runs up my back making my spine tingle. I pull his shirt off and push him down to straddle him, my hands on his chest and his on my butt. I grind my hips down on his as we lock our lips once again. Dean is the first guy I've gotten this far with in a while, yet I'm not nervous, I know Dean isn't the type to hurt me.
"You're beautiful baby, I hope you know that," he mumbles making me smile. I get eager and run my hands down to his belt buckle and I fiddle with it but I can't get it undone. I pull back from his lips to see what I'm doing.
"How the fuck," I mutter under my breath making Dean chuckle a bit and undo it for me. His hands go back to my thighs as I unbutton and unzip his jeans. One of his hands comes up to my face, he runs his thumb over my lips and I take his thumb into my mouth, licking and sucking on it.
"So pretty," he says almost like he didn't mean for it to come out but it still makes me blush. I grind down once again making Dean bite his lip, I take his thumb out of my mouth and lean down to kiss him. He unhooked my bra and throws it to the side. He roughly flips us, making sure to watch my head. I press a kiss to his cheek earning a smile in return.
"Dean, babe," I wrap my legs around his waist,"please."
"Patience baby," he smiles and sucks at my neck making me moan. My hands squeeze his shoulders and I'm already a mess.
"Dean," I moan, "please," I attempt to grind our hips together. He pushes my hips down and works his way down my body, leaving soft kisses on my breast making me bite my lip to hold my moans in. He leaves a dark hickey next to my nipple as he plays with the other, my hands tugging at his hair. I hear Sam's tent unzip, "Dean," I tense up.
"Baby girl, it's just Sam," Dean soothes, as he talks I hear Sam let out a small chuckle and I instantly relax. "You're okay baby," he kisses my forehead, "I'm not going to let anything happen to you," he smiles.
"I know Dean," I kiss his lips and pull my hands down to his biceps.
"Baby, you're still fine with this right?" He asks, looking into my eyes.
"Not if you keep teasing me," I smile, "now why don't you get these shorts off of me," I smirk and kiss him.
"Can do baby girl," he says with a smirk, he kisses down my body and stops at the top of my black shorts. He looks up at me with a smile and sits up to unbutton them. He quickly pulls them off, taking my panties with them, leaving me completely naked. I feel my face turn red, "you okay baby?" He asks.
"Yeah, it's just been a while," I nod shyly.
"No need to be shy, you're beautiful," he kisses my cheek only making them brighter.
"This also seems unfair," I giggle, "I just think you should take those jeans off," I run my hand down his stomach. To my surprise he actually takes them off, as quickly as he can, keeping his navy blue boxers on. He goes back down my body, kissing my inner thighs only making me wetter and wetter and he gets closer to where I need him the more I squirm. His hands on my hips, holding me in place as he licks a stripe on my core, moans falling from my mouth. I feel Dean smirk from in between my thighs. "God, you're wonderful baby," he mumbles and I buck my hips up on his mouth. My fingers tugging at his hair and moans spew from my mouth as he sucks on my clit.
"Dean," I shake out, "please." He stops and his face meets mine, his arms on either side of me, mine wrapped around his neck. He kisses me deeply, and I can taste myself on his mouth. "Dean, babe, I need you," I whine.
"I know baby, I know," he smirks leaving kisses all over my face only making me blush.
"Dean, the teasing," I whine, "babe please."
"I got you baby," he says pulling down his boxers, his member hitting his stomach. "Baby,"he pulls my legs around his waist and I can feel his length rubbing against my core, "tell me if I hurt you," he kisses my still pink cheeks and I nod. He leaves one last peck on my lips before sliding his large member into me making me gasp and he attempts to hold in a moan. My arms tighten around his neck, my nails dig into his shoulders, and my toes curl. "You okay?" He sweetly asks.
"Ye- yeah," I shake out.
"You sure," he double checks I nod:
"I'm fine babe, just need a second," my voice is shaky, however Dean just kisses my forehead, letting me adjust to his size.
"Can I?" He asks quietly.
"P-please," I whimper. He gently starts thrusting, my fingers dig into his shoulders harder. "Ahh," I moan, "m-more," I manage to get out, I'm a total mess under Dean.
"You sure," Dean's voice is shaky.
"Ye-yeah," I moan, tightening my legs. His pace quickens only making me moan louder. I bite my lip, not wanting to be loud.
"Don't hold back baby," he growls.
"S-sam," I shake out, "a-and th-" I'm cut off by Dean hitting my g-spot, my nails dig deeper, arms and legs tighten, my mouth hanging open. He sits us up, him kneeling, his arms wrapping tightly around me and I can feel him deeper in my stomach. I bite his shoulder, attempting to keep myself quiet however moans are still flowing out of my mouth. My nails are scratching up his back, making him moan.
"Fuck," he grunts, his arms tense up around me. I feel my boobs bouncing, hitting his chest. My moans are muffled by his shoulder and neck.
"Dean," my voice is high and shaky as my nails dig into his back. I can feel my high building in my stomach making my moans get louder and higher pitched.
"Y/N, baby," he grunts, "ahh fuck." His fingers dig into my sides. He lays me down again, bitting his lip, my hands squeezing his arms sure to leave marks and he pushes my lower half up to get a better angle. Which clearly works as I feel my legs start to shake, and my moans get louder. I force a hand over my mouth to quiet them some. Dean is trying his best to keep quiet as he watches me become an absolute puddle. My entire body is shaking and Dean just smirks. "God damn baby," he grunts, "so fucking pretty," one of his hands runs up my side and I take mine off my face and hold onto his wrist, "shit," his face scrunches and fingers curl tighter in my skin. His face and shoulders are sweaty, most of me is sweaty, my hair is a mess and I don't even have to see it to know.
"Dean," I moan out, "don't stop," my nails scratch his arm. "Please don't stop," I choke out. My hips buck up and I can feel myself getting closer and closer to my high and I'm sure Dean is too. "Fuck," I throw my head back as my high hits. My body stiffens, brows furrow together, nails claw at Dean's forearms, tears prick at my eyes, my back arches, my breath seems to stop and I can't even moan.
Dean's fingers dig into my hips as he holds me in place, "shit, baby," he lets go inside of me. I collapse, sweaty, sore, shaking, and now tired. Dean gently pulls out and I can feel his cum dripping out of me. "Baby," he pants.
"Yeah?" I look up at him.
"You are amazing," he collapses next to me.
"I can say the same for you," my voice is breathy and shaking as I roll over to him. My head in his chest and I wrap my arm around him. He pulls me closer and holds me tightly.
"Baby, a little warning next time," he laughs.
"You're no better," I smile at him. He kisses my sweaty forehead, "hey babe. how am I supposed to face your brother?"
"Really," he chuckles, "we're both consenting adults having a little fun."
"Better question, how am I supposed to hunt in the morning? I feel like a puddle," I giggle.
"I'll make sure you're okay baby, I promise," he kisses me, "but at least we both know I fucked you good," he smirks, bringing our lips together again.
"I can't believe it's been like four months since I've gotten any, but I'm really glad it was you babe," I kiss his cheek.
"Yeah, if we're getting honest here. I've been wanting to do this with you for a while," he says.
"Me too. Can't believe neither of us tried sooner," I cuddle closer into him.
"I mean after you told me about your ex," he puts his hand on my arm and rubs his thumb in little circles-I was right- "I kind of figured I wouldn't be someone you wanted," his voice gets quite.
"You're not my ex Dean, I know you. You aren't exactly the type baby," I look up at him, I put my hand on his cheek making his hand fall off my arm, "I trust you. With my life Dean."
He smiles and we go back to our previous position,"Y/N."
I look up at him, "yea-" I'm cut off by his lips on mine. I smile and blush.
"You're cute when you're embarrassed," he runs his thumb over my now deeper cheeks.
"Shut up," I laugh, "now let's go get yelled at by Sammy," I can hear Sam chuckle from outside and the fire still going. I leave a kiss one Dean's nose as I sit up and his cheeks go pink. "Aww Dean," I pinch his cheeks only to get a glare in return.
"Let's go, baby," Dean says sitting up grabbing my shirt for me. I throw it on not worried about my bra, I find my shorts and panties and throw them on. Dean is just now getting his boxers on. I grab his flannel and put it on mostly just because I want to see how Sam and Dean reacts to me wearing Dean's clothes, the other is so I don't get cold. "Hey baby," I look over at him, "you look sexy, and nice hair," he messes my hair up more than it already is. I just roll my eyes at the hair comment and throw it into a bun, he finishes tying his boots and leans over to kiss my temple.
"So how you think Sam is going to react?" I ask looking over at him.
"I don't know," he says before crashing our lips together, "and I really don't care."
"And whys that?" We kiss again.
"Because I have a very beautiful girl," another kiss, "and I would like to call you mine," I kiss him this time, "so I don't care what anyone says," one last long kiss.
"I'm assuming you guys are dressed buy now," Sam breaks our moment and opens our tent. "It's about time."
"It's about time what?" I ask, as I lean over to grab my converse.
"You two, it was getting kind of annoying watching you two clearly liking each other," he says with a smirk.
"Really?" Dean says as I finish trying my shoes.
"Where is the but?" I ask only for Dean to grab my ass from how we're sitting:
"Here."
"The but is that everyone in Minnesota now knows that you two just," he doesn't even finish the sentence, just makes a face. Regardless I'm still bright red and failing to hide it in Dean's shoulder. Dean grabs our phones and hands mine to me, the time on the screen shows that it's 1:22 in the morning. I'm leaning on Dean's shoulder, tired and sore, he has his arm protectively around me.
"That's bad how?" Dean comments.
"Whatever it is that's out there, knows our exact location," Sam says.
"That, could be a problem," I say, "but we stay here we're fine, right?"
"Of course we are," Dean squeezes me and kisses my temple making Sam roll his eyes and walk back over to the fire. I stand up to join him, I give Dean a hand to help him up.
"I'm going to have to deal with this all the time now aren't I?" Sam says raising an eyebrow as Dean and I sit down by the fire.
"Yup," Dean wraps his arm around me once again.
"Hey Sam, guess you were right," I giggle, "Dean did show me some action."
"Damn right I did," he laughs.
The three of us spend the rest of the night laughing and joking despite only being able to stay in a circle and something that wants us dead right out of it.
