Supernatural One Shots (Smut possible)

Kindling (Dean x Reader)

The warm, amber liquid burned deliciously down your throat. The soft buzzing of other bar patrons drowned out the music that was playing overhead as you focused on the whiskey you were swirling in your glass.

You were at peace, for the first time in months.

However, that peace quickly washed away when you heard, "Hey sweetheart," from the gruff, slightly twisted voice you used to love.

His hands were around your waist and his chin in your neck before you could react. "Fuck," you sighed. You did not want to deal with this right now.

"I mean, that always works for me," his hands trailed down your front, resting against the inside of your thighs, "But," He took a deep breath, like he was scenting you. Your blood almost turning to ice. "That depends on you."

You groaned, both in disgust and desire, "Dean." Why did he always have to show up at the worst times? It was enough that he was a demon, but not having your Dean there to comfort you added insult to injury.

He chuckled in your ear, biting at your lobe, "C'mon, Y/N. You know you want to." His tongue teased softly at your skin as goosebumps raised on your arms, "I know you miss me."

He was right, based on the wet warmth that was forming between your legs, but you sure as hell couldn't tell him that. "I don't fuck monsters," you barked, looking at him narrowly before taking a swig of your whiskey.

Dean stood back and bellowed as you took one last sip of your whiskey, effectively emptying the glass, and standing. You threw a 10 on the bar and walked towards the door, Dean following behind, still laughing and wiping at fake tears.

Without turning you snarled, "Go away, Dean."

All of a sudden, he was right behind you. He grabbed at your waist and nuzzled into the crook of your neck once again, "Oh c'mon Y/N. You know you miss," he ground his hardened cock against your bottom, "this."

He turned you around to face him and you growled, looking him square in the eye "I. Don't. Fuck. Monsters."

He chuckled darkly, "Oh sweetheart, I was a monster long before this." He closed his eyes, only to flash them back open, black as night. "Now I'm just better at it."

You rolled your eyes as you crossed your arms over your chest, almost in a protective stance, not sure how far he would go, even in a crowd of people.

"Y/N, don't act all tough with me. You forget I know who you really are." He took a step towards you, caressing your cheek with his finger, "You are a badass chick, who takes nothing from no one. Except for what you want." He chuckled, his proximity allowed his breath to fan over your face and cause shivers to shoot down your spine, "And I knowyou want me. So what's it gonna be?"

"Dean, don't for one second think you can sweet talk to me to going home with you. You're not even you," you retorted, venom dripping from your words.

"I may not be the gooey Dean that you used to know, but," he paused as his lips got closer to yours, "I still know what you like. What makes you quake underneath me," he whispered, sending a lighting bolt of arousal through to your core.

You let out an exasperated sigh. How could he still get to you? Even when he was...this. Something you hunted. Your willpower was fading and you felt control slipping from your grasp as your arousal began to cloud your judgement.You shook your head to yourself as you turned around and headed out of the bar. You knew you were going to regret this, but you couldn't fight it now.

Memories with Dean flooded your mind: the way his lips felt as they trailed down your body, how his fingers worked at your clit , the way he would marvel as he drank in your body, making you feel like a goddess, and how much you loved how his girth filled your body. Your mouth watered at the possibility of being with him, one last time.