Between power and freedom

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The next hours felt like a whirlwind as we acted like madly in love teenagers, lost in each other’s energy. We teased, kissed, and explored every inch of one another until we eventually felt exhaustion taking over and fell asleep in a tangle of limbs.

Morning came, and I slipped out of bed, feeling the lingering warmth of our night together. I headed into the shower, the hot water cascading down my body, washing away the remnants of sleep. Just as I started to relax, I felt a familiar presence behind me.

Dean’s body pressed against me, his warmth enveloping me as his fingers slipped between my thighs, teasingly entering me. I gasped, my nails scratching the slick tiles of the shower as the sensation of him overwhelmed me.

“Morning, beautiful,” he murmured against my ear, his voice low and gravelly, sending a thrill down my spine. His fingers moved expertly, finding that sweet spot inside me that made my legs weak.

The sounds coming out of my mouth filled the room, echoing off the tiles as he worked me with a fervor that sent shockwaves of pleasure racing through me. I leaned back against him, relishing the way his body pressed against mine, our skin slick with water and desire.

“Dean,” I breathed, barely able to form coherent thoughts as his fingers continued their delicious exploration. “You’re so good at this.”

He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against my skin. “I aim to please,” he said, his fingers moving faster, deeper, pushing me closer to the edge.

The tension in my body built quickly, the heat pooling in my belly as I moved against him, seeking that sweet release. I could feel his lips trailing along my shoulder, his breath hot against my skin, urging me on as he pushed me further.

“Let go for me, Y/N,” he whispered, and with those words, I surrendered completely. The pleasure washed over me like a tidal wave, crashing down as I cried out his name, my body trembling with each pulse of ecstasy.

He continued to work me through my climax, his fingers relentless as I rode the waves of pleasure. When I finally came back down, breathless and spent, I turned to face him, my heart racing with a mix of exhilaration and satisfaction.

“God, you’re amazing,” I said, looking up into his eyes, which sparkled with mischief and lust.

“Just getting started,” he replied, a wicked grin spreading across his face. And with that, I knew the morning was only going to get better.

He teased his hard length against me, a wicked grin on his face. “Think you can take it?” he asked, his voice low and inviting.

“Not in the shower,” I said, half-laughing, half-breathless from the heat of the moment.

In an instant, he scooped me up, throwing me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing. “Then let’s change the venue,” he declared, carrying me to the bedroom with a playful swagger.

“Protection?” he asked, a hint of concern crossing his features as he set me down on the bed. “Fuck,” I said while looking in my nightstand, my heart racing. “I don’t have any.”

Dean let out a heavy sigh, the air leaving his body like a balloon deflating. “Then we’ll have to wait until tonight,” he said, falling back onto the bed, his frustration mingling with desire.

“Maybe it’s a good thing,” he added with a teasing smirk, trying not to show his disappointment. “Or we’ll be late for work.”

I couldn’t help but to feel sad at the thought, the tension from moments ago shifting into something heavier. “Right, because you never showed up late with a girl on your arm,” I replied, rolling my eyes . But I noticed how he was a little sad.

Dean turned to face me, his expression softening. “I just want to make sure it’s right, this time” he said, his voice sincere. “You’re worth the wait.”

His words sent a warm rush through me, and I smiled back at him, feeling the connection between us deepen. “I guess we’ll just have to hold off, for now,” I said, trying to keep my tone light despite the simmering desire still lingering in the air.

“Trust me, tonight will be worth it,” he replied, winking at me before sitting up. “But for now, let’s try to get through the day without me losing my mind, thinking about what’s coming later.”

“Agreed,” I said, taking a deep breath to center myself as I swung my legs off the bed. “But you better believe I’m going to be thinking about it all day.”

Dean laughed, shaking his head. “You’re trouble, Y/N. I can’t wait.”

--

And as we got ready for work, I couldn’t shake the excitement building in my chest for what tonight might bring.

It wasn’t even lunchtime when I got a text from Dean that sent a thrill through me: **Rock hard, can’t stop thinking about those lips.**

I grinned at my phone, my heart racing. **I know a remedy, Lunch in my office? ** I replied quickly.

A few moments later, I heard a soft knock on the door. I quickly locked it and pushed him against it as soon as I opened the door, my body colliding with his in a rush of heat and urgency. Stealing a few rushed rough kisses.

Kneeling in front of him, I wasted no time, my hands working his pants down before wrapping my fingers around his thick length as I took him into my mouth. I moved quickly, expertly, my tongue swirling around him as I focused on driving him wild.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his head fell back against the door, his hands gripping my face, urging me deeper. I went faster, my throat constricting as I gagged around him, the sound echoing in the small office space.

“Can I?” he asked breathlessly, his eyes dark with desire. I nodded, eager to give him everything he wanted.

With a firm grip on my face and hair, he began to thrust his hips harder, each thrust sending tears streaming down my cheeks. The pressure built as I surrendered to him, the overwhelming pleasure and intensity making me dizzy.

“God, you’re incredible,” he muttered, his voice a mix of admiration and lust.

I could feel him getting closer, and I reveled in the way he lost control, the way he used me as he chased his release. The tears mixed with the warmth of my excitement, but I loved every second of it, the rawness of our connection fueling my desire.

“Y/N,” he groaned, his voice strained. “I’m so close…”

I tightened my lips around him, sucking hard, humming in encouragement, wanting to feel him let go. With a few more thrusts, he finally found his release, filling my mouth as I swallowed every drop, my heart racing with exhilaration.

When he finished, he pulled back, panting heavily as he looked down at me, his expression a mix of awe and satisfaction. “Damn,” he said, his voice still shaky. “You... I.... fuck... I had no idea you'd meant it."

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and shot him a cheeky grin. Dean lifted me on top of my desk, standing in between my thighs. "For tonight, your place or mine?” Dean asked, his eyes glinting with mischief.

I thought for a moment, a flutter of excitement coursing through me. I had never been to his place before, and the idea of exploring that side of him sent a thrill down my spine. “Yours,” I replied, my heart racing at the prospect.

“Good choice, I'll order in, add some candles." he said, a playful grin spreading across his face. "And show you every. single. corner."

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Between power and freedom

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The kiss was soft at first, a tentative exploration, but it quickly deepened as our feelings poured out. I melted into him, my hands finding their way to his hair, pulling him closer as his arms wrapped tightly around me. In that moment, everything felt right, and all the complications of our lives faded into the background.

I couldn’t help it; my hips instinctively grind against him, feeling the unmistakable evidence of his desire pressing against me through the denim. Dean groaned into my mouth, the sound sending a thrill through me. His hands found my hips, pulling me closer, urging me to move against him again, and I gladly obliged.

“God, Y/N,” he breathed, his voice thick with need, and I felt a rush of excitement at his reaction. The intensity between us was palpable, and I could feel the heat rising as Dean's kisses became more demanding. He nibbled and bit softly at my bottom lip, making me gasp and pull him closer, the world around us fading further into the background.

His hands roamed over my waist, fingers pinching the fabric of my shirt, teasingly tugging at it. The sensation sent shivers down my spine, igniting a fire within me that I hadn’t known was there. Every brush of his fingers felt electric, heightening my senses and making me crave more

“Dean,” I gasped, my breath hitching as he began to explore the curves of my body more boldly. The way he touched me sent waves of pleasure coursing through me, igniting every nerve ending. I felt bold and reckless, lost in this moment of intimacy.

“Fuck, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.” he murmured against my skin, his voice low and rough. I couldn’t think of anything else besides him, this moment, and the hunger in his eyes.

He captured my mouth again, rougher this time, as if trying to consume me. His hands tightened on my hips, guiding me to grind against him, and I felt him harden even more beneath me. The heat between us was unbearable, and my heart raced as our movements became more desperate.

Dean’s lips trailed down my neck, his teeth grazing my skin, leaving a path of fire wherever he touched. The sensation was intoxicating, and I could feel myself arching into him, urging him to continue. “More,” I whispered, lost in the haze of our connection.

“Anything for you,” he breathed, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down my spine. His hands slipped under my shirt, warm and possessive as he caressed my skin. The feel of his touch made my head spin, and I felt the last remnants of hesitation fade away.

His lips trailed down my neck, exploring every inch of my skin with a gentle yet urgent hunger. I felt the warmth of his breath against my collarbone as he kissed lower, his tongue darting out to play along the curve of my shoulder. The sensation sent shivers through me, a wave of desire crashing over my body as I realized just how much I craved him.

I had never felt this kind of need before, and it was heightened by the fact that I wasn’t wearing a bra. The freedom of my skin against his lips, the way he kissed and teased, made every nerve ending sing. He paused for a moment, his mouth hovering just above my skin as if he could sense the vulnerability and anticipation in me.

“Damn, you’re beautiful,” he murmured, his eyes darkening with desire. His fingers traced the edge of my shirt, and I felt a thrill at the idea of him seeing me fully, exposed and open to him. The desire to feel his hands everywhere on me was overwhelming.

“Dean…” I breathed, urging him on.

He obliged, pulling my shirt up and over my head, leaving me bare to him. The cool air sent goosebumps racing across my skin, but it was quickly replaced by the warmth of his hands. His fingers skimmed down my sides, caressing the curves of my waist, before moving to cup my breasts.

I gasped at the sensation, the way he squeezed gently, sending jolts of pleasure through me. His thumbs brushed over my sensitive nipples, and I arched my back, pressing closer into him. His mouth found its way back to mine as I lost myself in the moment, my body responding to him instinctively.

“You are amazing,” he said between kisses, his voice a low growl that made my heart race. I could feel his excitement radiating from him, fueling my own desires. It was intoxicating, and I wanted more—more of him, more of this connection that felt so right.

His kisses traveled down my body again, trailing lower until his mouth found its way to my chest. His tongue flicked out, teasing my nipple, and I gasped at the electric sensation. I could feel the tension building within me, the heat pooling low in my stomach as he lavished attention on me, his mouth exploring with a mix of tenderness and hunger.

“Dean,” I murmured, lost in the bliss of his touch. “This feels incredible.”

He looked up at me, his eyes dark with desire, and it sent a thrill through me to see the effect I had on him. “You deserve this,” he replied, before returning to his exploration, his mouth worshipping me like I was something sacred.

The world outside faded completely as I surrendered to the pleasure, each kiss and caress drawing me deeper into a haze of ecstasy. I had never felt so alive, so wanted, and I knew in that moment that there was no turning back.

He took his time, every kiss and caress deliberate as he explored what made me gasp and moan. There was a sense of urgency in the air, but he was patient, learning what I loved and how to send pleasure coursing through my body.

As his lips traveled lower, trailing kisses down my stomach, his hand moved to my thighs, teasingly gliding closer to the heat pooling between my legs. I could feel the anticipation building inside me, and my breath quickened as he finally reached the apex of my thighs.

“Hmm,” he murmured, a smirk playing on his lips as he felt the warmth and wetness that awaited him. “Someone’s been waiting for me.” His voice was low, sultry, filled with an unrestrained desire that sent a thrill through me.

His fingers danced lightly over the fabric of my panties, teasing the sensitive skin beneath. I felt a rush of heat at his touch, my body responding instinctively as I pushed against his hand, craving more. “Dean, please,” I whispered, my voice barely above a breath, pleading for him to take the next step.

With a wicked grin, he pulled my panties aside, exposing me to his gaze. His fingers found their way to my core, brushing against my wetness with a feather-light touch that made me shudder. The sensation was electrifying, and I couldn’t help but arch my back, pushing closer into his hand.

“God, so wet and ready,” he said, his eyes locking onto mine as he began to explore me more fully, fingers sliding through my folds and circling my most sensitive spots. The pressure of his touch was exquisite, and I felt my body respond to his every movement, heat pooling deep within me.

I let out a soft moan, lost in the waves of pleasure he was creating. His fingers worked in a rhythm that matched the quickening pace of my heart, and I could feel the tension building, coiling tighter with every stroke.

“Does that feel good?” he asked, his voice a low murmur, filled with both curiosity and desire.

“Yes,” I gasped, my breath hitching as he pressed his fingers deeper, curling them in a way that sent me spiraling. “Oh, Dean, yes.”

With that encouragement, he became bolder, his fingers working with confidence as he found the rhythm that pushed me closer to the edge. I could feel my body responding, every nerve ending alive and tingling with sensation.

“Let go for me,” he urged, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing in slow, deliberate circles. The combination of his fingers inside me and the pressure on my clit sent me over the edge, and I surrendered completely to the pleasure.

With a gasp, I felt my release wash over me, waves of ecstasy crashing through my body as I clung to him, my fingers tangling in his hair. Dean watched me with a look of pure admiration and lust, and I knew that in this moment, we had crossed a line that would change everything between us.

As the last tremors of pleasure faded, I opened my eyes to find him still watching me, a satisfied smile on his lips. “You’re incredible,” he said, his voice low and raspy. “But we’re not done yet.”

Before I could respond, he shifted his position, capturing my lips with his again as he moved to take control of the moment, and I knew that this was just the beginning of something exhilarating.

He sunk down, sitting on the floor, his hands gripping my thighs as I knelt on the couch, holding onto the back for support. The thrill of anticipation coursed through me as I felt his breath against my most sensitive area, and I couldn't help but shudder with desire.

“Dean…” I whispered, my voice a mixture of longing and need, but the sound was barely out of my mouth before he buried his face between my thighs. The sensation was electric, and I gasped, my body instinctively responding to his every move.

He was like a man starved, devouring me with a fervor that made my head spin. His tongue explored me in the most delicious ways, teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure rippling through my body. I clenched the back of the couch tighter, trying to steady myself as I felt waves of ecstasy building again.

“Oh my God,” I breathed, lost in the intensity of the moment. His hands roamed over my hips, holding me steady as he lavished attention on my core, swirling and flicking his tongue with a precision that made me writhe. Each stroke sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through me, and I could feel myself teetering on the edge once more.

“You taste so good, so sweet." he murmured against me, the vibration of his voice sending another thrill through my body. He paused for a moment, looking up at me, his eyes dark with desire and lust. I could see the hunger etched on his face, and it only fueled my own need.

“Don’t stop,” I gasped, my voice barely a whisper, urging him to continue.

He wasted no time obeying, diving back in with a renewed vigor. His tongue moved expertly, and I felt my body responding, rolling my hips against him as I chased the pleasure he was giving me. I was completely lost in the sensations, the world outside disappearing as all that mattered was the way he was making me feel.

With each flick of his tongue, I could feel the tension building, the sweet pressure coiling tighter and tighter within me. I was so close, and the urge to let go overwhelmed me. “Dean, I’m—” I gasped, the words tumbling out as my body began to tighten.

“Let it go, Y/N,” he encouraged, his voice low and deep. “I want to feel you.”

With that permission, I surrendered completely, the waves of pleasure crashing over me as I let go. My body shook with the force of my release, and I cried out, the sound echoing through the room as I came undone beneath him.

He continued to taste me through my climax, drawing out every last bit of pleasure until I was left breathless and trembling, the aftershocks radiating through my body. Finally, he pulled back, his face glistening with me, and a triumphant grin spread across his lips.

He kissed my thigh, the heat of his breath sending shivers through my body. “Fuck, your taste… I’m so addicted,” he murmured, his eyes filled with a primal hunger. “I could do this all night.”

I whined softly at his words, the sound escaping my lips before I could stop it. The intensity of what he was doing to me, the way he was savoring every moment, made me ache for more. “You want that?” he asked, his voice low and teasing as he pulled me closer, his tongue teasing me, triggering another wave of pleasure.

“YES” I gasped, my body responding instinctively to his every movement. “More... Dean… please.”

He smiled against me, his hands gripping my hips tightly as he began to pull me against him, guiding my movements as he worked his magic. “Ride,” he commanded, his voice a deep growl that sent a thrill through me.

Without hesitation, I obeyed, my hips rolling and grinding against his mouth, seeking out that delicious friction that made my head spin. The sensation of his tongue sliding inside me, combined with the way he was urging me on, made me feel powerful and consumed all at once.

“Yes, just like that,” he encouraged, his voice muffled but filled with need. I could feel the heat pooling low in my belly, and with each movement, I chased that high, letting my body take over as I rode him harder.

The pleasure was building once again, my body responding to him like a flame to a spark. I could feel myself getting closer, the familiar coil tightening in my core, and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect,” he groaned, his hands moving to my ass, gripping and squeezing as he guided me, forcing me to go harder."

His words drove me wild, pushing me closer to the edge. “Dean, I—” I gasped, but before I could finish, he pulled me down to him, his mouth devouring me once again, tongue dancing inside me with a fervor that made my entire body shake.

“Come for me, Y/N,” he urged, his voice a low rumble that echoed in my ears. “I want to feel you fall apart on my tongue.”

With those words, I teetered on the brink, and with one final thrust of my hips, I let go completely, surrendering to the pleasure as my body exploded in waves of ecstasy. I cried out his name, the sound ringing in my ears as I came undone, every nerve ending igniting in bliss.

He held me tightly as I rode out the waves of pleasure, his mouth still working against me, drawing out every last ounce of ecstasy. When I finally came back down, panting and breathless, I looked down at him, seeing the satisfaction in his eyes.

I moved off his face, my breath still shaky as I glanced down and noticed the wet spot on his pants. Did he just come with me? The realization sent a thrill through me, and I couldn't help but smile at the effect I had on him.

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The Impala's engine rumbled softly as it idled in front of the small church. Dean cut the engine and glanced at Y/N in the rearview mirror. She was sitting quietly in the backseat, her gaze fixed on the church entrance. Sam shifted uncomfortably in the passenger seat, clearly not looking forward to this virginity-restoring "purity" meeting. Dean wasn’t either—but for different reasons.

The last few hunts had been intense, and Y/N had proven herself invaluable. Quick, smart, and fearless in the face of monsters. But last night, Dean had seen something that messed with his head. He’d caught her chatting up a bartender, leaning in close, giving him that same smile she gave Dean when they were alone. He swore he saw her slip the guy a napkin, probably with her number on it.

His gut twisted with jealousy and anger. He and Y/N had been hooking up in secret for weeks, and while Dean wasn’t one for serious relationships, seeing her with someone else stung more than he wanted to admit. All morning, he'd been giving her the cold shoulder, keeping his distance. If she noticed, she didn’t say anything.

Sam’s voice broke the silence. “You guys ready for this?”

Dean snorted. “Ready as I’ll ever be, Sammy.

Y/N gave a quiet sigh from the backseat, her arms crossed. She followed the brothers into the church, where they were greeted by a circle of people—mostly women—waiting for the session to begin. Pamphlets were spread across a long table in the center, with a large cross mounted on the wall behind it. Dean found a seat, Sam beside him, and Y/N a few chairs away.

The leader clapped her hands, smiling brightly at the group. “Welcome, everyone! Today, we’re going to open up about why we’ve decided to give up sex. Whether it’s for spiritual reasons, emotional healing, or just a fresh start, we’re here to support one another.”

Dean rolled his eyes, keeping his thoughts to himself. He wasn’t exactly the kind of guy who enjoyed sharing his feelings with a group of strangers.

One by one, the participants shared their stories. Some mentioned past heartbreak, others trauma, and a few spoke about wanting to strengthen their spiritual connection. When it came to Y/N’s turn, she sat up straighter, her voice cool and steady.

“All men are the same,” she said, eyes locking onto Dean’s with a sharpness that made him wince. “They take what they want, then toss you aside when they’re done.”

Dean’s jaw clenched. That one hit a little too close to home. She was talking about him. She had to be. But what the hell? It wasn’t like he’d thrown her aside… not yet, anyway. He wasn’t even sure what was going on between them. Either way, hearing her say that stung.

Then, it was Dean’s turn. He leaned back in his chair, a cocky grin creeping across his face. If she was going to throw shots at him, he might as well play it up.

“Well,” he started, his voice dropping into that familiar, low tone, "Sex has always felt, I don't know... good. You know, really... really good."

He couldn't look at her as he continued. "But eh, sometimes it just makes you feel bad. You know, you're drunk, take a girl home, you shack up."

"Then it's the whole morning thing you know. Hey that was fun." He looked at Y/N now, giving her a low blow. "And then it's hard to let her down, to tell her... adios."

He looked back at his hands. "Always the adios"

“when you get down to it, what's the big deal? Sure, there's the touching, the feeling all of each other... my hands everywhere, tracing every inch of her body." He shifted in his seat, watching the women in the room lean in just a little closer. "The two of us moving together, pressing, pulling, grinding… and then you hit that sweet spot and everything just builds, builds and builds until it all just… "

*explosion noise*

He made a little hand gesture to go along with the sound, and a few of the women giggled, cheeks flushing pink. Dean wasn’t done yet, though.

“But, you know," he added with a casual shrug, "the whole thing’s just a little too… sticky.”

The room fell silent, the mood shifted from amused to confused. The way Dean casually tossed that last line out there, like he was commenting on something trivial, left everyone a bit off guard. Even Sam shot him a bewildered look.

Y/N’s lips pressed into a tight line, her eyes narrowing. She was pissed, no doubt about it. Dean could practically feel the heat of her glare burning into him, but he couldn’t resist the smug satisfaction that came with knowing he was getting under her skin.

The leader, clearly trying to regain control of the conversation, gave a polite chuckle and moved on to the next person, but the tension between Dean and Y/N was palpable. Dean didn’t look at her directly, but he could feel her anger simmering just beneath the surface.

As the meeting wrapped up and everyone filed out, Dean lingered near the door, waiting for Sam and Y/N. When she passed him, she didn’t say a word, but her shoulder brushed against his in a way that was far from accidental.

Sam, oblivious as always, gave Dean a nod. “You coming?”

“Yeah,” Dean muttered, watching Y/N’s retreating figure. “I’m coming.”

But as they left the church and headed back to the Impala, Dean knew he had a problem on his hands. Y/N was angry, and he wasn’t sure if it was just the jealousy talking or something deeper. Either way, they were going to have to deal with it—and when they did, there was no telling how things were going to play out.

Dean just hoped they didn't just crossed a line too far.

--

Y/N barely had time to settle into her motel room when she heard a knock on the door. She sighed, knowing exactly who it was. She debated ignoring it, but the knocking came again, more insistent this time. Reluctantly, she got up and opened the door, revealing Dean standing there, jaw tight and eyes full of irritation.

Before she could say anything, he brushed past her into the room, the door swinging shut behind him.

“Was that really necessary?” he snapped, turning to face her. “To hit me like that?”

Y/N blinked, completely caught off guard. “Hit you!?” she shot back, hands on her hips. “I didn’t hit you, Dean!”

“Yeah, well, that look you gave me might as well have been a right hook,” Dean growled, frustration seeping into his voice. “You could’ve jeopardized the whole damn hunt with that glare. Everyone in the room was ready to eat me alive!”

Y/N’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Oh, I could’ve jeopardized the hunt? Really, Dean? How about mister let me give all 20 women in the room an orgasm at once? Maybe that's why they where eating you alive! You overdid it, Dean! You didn’t sound the least bit sorry about premarital sex—you made it sound like a damn celebration”

Dean’s face hardened, his jaw tightening even more. “At least I didn’t stand up there and act like I’d been thrown aside like yesterday’s garbage while I’m handing out my number to every bartender I meet!”

Y/N’s expression shifted from angry to confused in an instant. “What?” She stared at him, searching his face for some clue as to what the hell he was talking about. “What are you talking about?”

“I saw you last night,” Dean shot back, his voice dripping with accusation. “At the bar. With that bartender. You were all over him, and you slipped him a napkin with your number. Don’t play dumb, Y/N.”

Y/N blinked again, her confusion growing. “Wait, that’s what this is about, why you act so weird around me?” She shook her head, almost laughing in disbelief. “Dean, I didn’t give him my number.”

Dean folded his arms over his chest, eyes narrowed. “Right. I saw it. You handed him a napkin.”

Y/N let out an exasperated sigh, rubbing her temples. “Yeah, Dean, I handed him the napkin back. He wrote his number on it, but I told him I was seeing someone.”

Dean opened his mouth to argue, but then paused. The jealousy and anger that had been fueling him began to fizzle out as the realization hit. His arms dropped to his sides, and he looked away, feeling like an idiot. He’d jumped to the wrong conclusion, and now it was clear.

“Shit,” Dean muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “You’re serious?”

Y/N crossed her arms, still glaring at him. “Yeah, Dean. I’m serious. I wasn’t giving out my number. I was turning him down.”

Dean stood there, awkwardly shifting on his feet. The jealousy that had driven him all day now felt completely misplaced, and the frustration that had clouded his thoughts suddenly seemed ridiculous.

“You said you were… seeing someone?” Dean asked cautiously, his voice softer now, laced with hesitation.

Y/N stared at him for a long moment before she nodded. “Yeah. I did.”

Dean swallowed hard, trying to figure out how to backpedal after everything he’d accused her of. He felt a sudden swell of guilt for doubting her, but he wasn’t used to this—this vulnerability, this caring.

“I guess I…” He trailed off, his voice quieter. “I don’t know what I thought.”

Y/N’s glare softened, and she took a step closer. “You really thought I’d just… move on like that? After everything?”

Dean shook his head, his usual cockiness gone. “No. I just—when I saw you with him, I freaked. I’m not good at this, Y/N. I’m used to keeping things casual, but this… whatever this is with us, it’s different. And I guess I was scared I was the only one feeling it.”

Y/N looked up at him, her expression softening as the tension between them slowly ebbed away. “You’re an idiot, but I get it.”

Dean let out a small, self-deprecating chuckle, finally letting his guard down. “Yeah, well… wouldn’t be the first time.”

They stood there for a moment, the anger and confusion dissipating. Y/N took another step closer, her arms dropping to her sides as she looked up at him, waiting.

“I’m sorry,” Dean finally said, his voice low and genuine. “I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions.”

Y/N nodded, the hint of a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “No, you shouldn’t have. But you’re an idiot, and I kinda expected it.”

Dean smirked, stepping closer until they were inches apart. “I guess I owe you for that one, huh?”

“Big time.”

Dean raised his hands in surrender. Y/N smiled, "Next time, just tell me what’s going on before you go full jealous caveman, okay?” Y/N whispered.

Dean laughed softly, shaking her head. “Deal.”

They stood there, the air between them lighter now, though still charged with that familiar tension. Dean looked down at her, his eyes softening, and without thinking, he reached up and brushed a strand of hair away from her face.

Y/N smiled, leaning into his touch, and for the first time all day, Dean felt the knot in his chest unwind.

Dean stood there, that familiar lopsided grin creeping across his face, the tension between them melting away, replaced by something warmer, more intimate.

“Well,” he said, his voice low and teasing, “I guess I have an idea how I can make it up to you.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, playing along as her lips curled into a smirk. “Oh, you do?”

Dean stepped closer, his hands gently resting on her hips, pulling her toward him. “If I’m remembering right,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear, “you told me once that you had a… less-than-stellar first time, right?”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat. She knew exactly where this was going, and she couldn’t help but smile as she nodded, her voice soft. “Uh-huh. Why?”

Dean’s lips captured hers in a soft, lingering kiss. He pulled back just enough to whisper, “Well, technically… we’re both virgins again, aren’t we?”

He kissed her again, more insistent this time, and Y/N could feel the heat between them intensify. The playful teasing had dissolved into something real, something they both wanted.

“Maybe I can right some wrongs,” Dean murmured against her lips, his hands sliding up her back, pulling her closer. "What do you think, can I be your first Y/N?"

Y/N hummed softly, her hands threading through his hair as she kissed him back, letting the warmth spread through her. She could feel her heart racing, her body responding to every touch. As they broke apart for air, she giggled softly, pushing him toward the bed with a playful shove.

Dean let out a surprised laugh as he landed on the mattress, looking up at her with a mix of amusement and desire. “Finally,” she teased, crawling on top of him, her eyes sparkling with mischief, “mister Winchester has a master plan.”

Dean grinned up at her, his hands sliding up her thighs, his voice rough with desire. “Yeah, and it’s one I don’t plan on messing up.”

Y/N leaned down, her lips hovering just above his as she whispered,

“You’d better not.”

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Dean: Babe have you seen my... what is that.

Y/N: It's a mask.

Dean: Yeah, I can see that... what's it for?

Y/N: Halloween, I'm zorro.

Dean: ...

Dean: You talked to Crowley, didn’t you?

Y/N walks past Dean with a mischievous grin, pausing at his shoulder. *Pats his cheek twice*

Y/N: Maybe...

Cameo

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Basic instinct 

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Castiel has fallen and took a job at a gas station, trying to navigate his new life as best as he could. He took on a new name, Steve. Having a job gave him purposes, trying to fulfil his new duty to the best of his abilities.  

He meets Y/N in the shop, she is also new in town and quickly finds ‘Steve’ a charming man, Castiel becomes friends with her in an instant, finding her a friendly and patient woman, one who will be able to help him, teaching him a basic human need.  

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Behind the counter stood Steve, a man with tousled hair and an uncertain gaze. Unbeknownst to anyone around him, Steve was actually Castiel, a fallen angel stripped of his celestial powers, navigating the complexities of human life.  

It was a quiet night at the gas station until Y/N walked in, her presence injecting a spark of liveliness into the mundane atmosphere. She was new in town, her eyes filled with curiosity as she perused the aisles of snacks and drinks.  

As fate would have it, Castiel's clumsiness got the better of him. Fumbling with a stack of canned goods, he accidentally knocked over a display, sending cans clattering to the floor. Flustered, he hurriedly bent down to pick them up, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Y/N, noticing the commotion, approached Castiel with a warm smile.  

"Need a hand?" she offered, kneeling down beside him. Castiel glanced up, his blue eyes meeting hers, and he found himself momentarily speechless at the sight of her kindness. "Uh, yes, thank you," he replied, his voice slightly shaky.  

Together, they began to gather the scattered cans, their hands brushing occasionally in the process. There was a subtle electricity in the air, a connection forming between two souls who had crossed paths by chance.  

"Sorry about the mess," Castiel said sheepishly, finally managing to regain his composure. Y/N chuckled softly, her laughter like music to Castiel's ears. "No worries, accidents happen," she reassured him.  

As they finished cleaning up, Castiel couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude towards this stranger who had extended a helping hand without hesitation. He wanted to learn more about her, to unravel the mysteries behind her captivating smile.  

"Thank you for your help," Castiel said earnestly, a hint of sincerity lacing his words. Y/N waved it off with a grin. "Anytime, Steve," she replied, her eyes twinkling with warmth.  

As Y/N approached the counter to pay for her items, Castiel rang them up with practiced efficiency, his mind still preoccupied with their brief interaction. She reached for her wallet, she glanced up at him with a friendly smile. "So, Steve," she began casually, "any recommendations on where to go out in this town? I'm still trying to get a feel for the place."  

Castiel's heart skipped a beat at her question. He knew very little about the town's social scene, having spent most of his time quietly observing humanity from the confines of his makeshift home in the gas station. "Um, well," he started, his voice faltering slightly, "I've heard there's a bar on the other edge of town. It's called The Rusty Nail. People seem to like it there."  

Y/N nodded appreciatively, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Thanks, I'll check it out," she replied, handing him the cash. With a final smile, Y/N bid him farewell and headed towards the exit.  

The next day dawned with a sense of anticipation lingering in the air as Castiel prepared for another shift at the gas station. As he stood behind the counter, arranging merchandise with meticulous precision, he couldn't shake the memory of Y/N's warm smile and the way her eyes had sparkled with genuine interest.  

Just as the previous day, Y/N walked into the gas station, her presence once again commanding attention. Castiel's coworker greeted her with a friendly nod, but her eyes seemed to bypass him entirely, seeking out only one person in the room, Steve.  

Castiel felt a rush of nerves as Y/N approached the counter, her gaze locking onto his with an intensity that sent a shiver down his spine. "Hey there," she greeted him with a smile, her voice soft and inviting. "Hello," Castiel replied, trying to keep his voice steady despite the fluttering in his chest.  

Y/N leaned in slightly, her eyes twinkling with curiosity. "So, about that bar you mentioned yesterday... Do you think it's worth checking out?" Castiel swallowed hard, momentarily lost in the depths of her gaze. "Uh, yeah, I think so," he managed to say, his mind racing to formulate a coherent response.  

Y/N nodded thoughtfully, her lips quirking into a playful grin. "Well, then, maybe you could show me around sometime," she suggested, her words hanging in the air like a tantalizing promise.  

Castiel's heart skipped a beat at the invitation, his mind whirling with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. Could he really risk getting closer to Y/N. But as he looked into her eyes, seeing nothing but warmth and sincerity reflected back at him,  

Castiel knew that he couldn't resist the pull of destiny drawing them together. With a newfound sense of determination, he met her gaze with a resolute nod. "I'd like that," he said softly, almost shy. 

Later that night 

Castiel found himself standing outside the bar, a nervous knot forming in his stomach. He had never experienced such jitters before, crumbling under the weight of human emotions. Dressed in his gas station uniform, minus the familiar blue vest, Castiel felt out of place among the crowd.  

His heart raced as he scanned the room, searching for a familiar face amidst the sea of strangers. And then he saw her, Y/N, radiant in the soft glow of the bar lights, her smile illuminating the room like a beacon of hope.  

Castiel felt a surge of excitement mixed with a tinge of nervousness as he made his way towards her, each step bringing him closer to the unknown. Y/N's eyes lit up with recognition as she caught sight of him, her smile widening into a grin of delight. "Steve!" she exclaimed, her voice carrying over the din of the crowd.  

Castiel couldn't help but feel a swell of pride at the sound of his name on her lips. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the inevitable rush of emotions that would come with being in her presence.  

As they settled into a booth at the corner of the bar, Castiel found himself unable to tear his gaze away from Y/N. She looked stunning, her hair cascading in soft waves around her shoulders, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. And then, in a moment that took Castiel by surprise, he felt a surge of something else, a primal urge coursing through his veins, awakening desires he had never known as an angel.  

He couldn't deny the way his heart quickened at the sight of her, the way his body responded to her proximity with a hunger that bordered on instinctual. As Y/N excused herself to buy drinks,  

Castiel watched her go, his eyes tracing the contours of her figure with a newfound hunger. He couldn't tear his gaze away from her, his heart pounding in his chest as he took in the sight of her swaying hips and the gentle curve of her back.  

As she disappeared into the crowd, Castiel felt a rush of warmth spreading through him, his senses heightened by the memory of her presence. He couldn't shake the feeling of longing that coursed through his veins, an ache deep within him that begged to be sated.  

Unable to resist the pull any longer, Castiel rose from his seat and made his way towards the bar, his steps quickening with each passing moment. He needed to be near her, to feel the warmth of her skin against his own, to drown in the intoxicating scent of her perfume. 

As Castiel approached Y/N at the bar, his heart raced with nervous anticipation, his determination faltering in the presence of her radiant smile. She looked at him confused. He stumbled over his words, his tongue feeling heavy and clumsy in his mouth.  

"Um, hi," he began awkwardly, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I, uh, was wondering if you, um, wanted another drink?" Y/N's laughter rang out like music to Castiel's ears, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she regarded him with affectionate fondness. "You know that's what I'm buying right?"  

His cheeks turn red. "Oh eh. Yeah, I-I just..." "You're cute when you're nervous," she teased gently, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from his forehead. Castiel felt a warmth spreading through him at her words, a sense of relief washing over him like a comforting embrace.  

Despite his initial awkwardness, he found himself drawn to Y/N's easy going nature, playful putting him at ease in a way that he had never experienced before. "Thanks," he replied with a shy smile, his nerves gradually melting away in the warmth of her presence. "So, um, what can I get for you?" he asked her.  

After he ordered and paid for her, they walked back to her apartment Castiel couldn't shake the feeling of vulnerability gnawing at him. He knew he had stumbled through their conversation at the bar, his social awkwardness on full display for Y/N to see. 

Taking a seat across from her on the couch, Castiel couldn't help but fidget nervously with the edge of his uniform shirt. "I have to admit," he began hesitantly, his gaze fixed on the tabletop, "I'm not very good with people."  

Y/N's expression softened with understanding, her eyes brimming with empathy as she reached out to gently place her hand atop his. "Hey, it's okay," she reassured him, her touch sending a comforting warmth coursing through his veins. "We all have our moments of awkwardness." 

In that moment, as they surrendered to the ecstasy of each other's embrace, Castiel felt a sense of completeness wash over him—a feeling he had never known as an angel. With Y/N in his arms, he felt alive in a way he had never felt before, Castiel pulled back just slightly, "I have to tell you something."  

Her lips moved to his neck, mumbling joking. "What... you're like a virgin or something?" Castiel's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as Y/N joked about his secret, her playful tone masking the truth of his confession.  

He felt a lump form in his throat, unable to meet her gaze as he struggled to find the words to explain. "I... I am," he admitted softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "I've never... experienced this before."  

Y/N's expression softened with understanding, her teasing melting away as she reached out to gently cup his cheek. "Hey, it's okay," she reassured him, her touch sending a wave of comfort washing over him. "We can stop... if you want."  

Castiel's heart swelled with gratitude at her words. Despite his embarrassment, Castiel's desire burned fiercely, fuelled by the intoxicating allure of Y/N's presence. He yearned to explore the depths of passion with her, to lose himself in the ecstasy of their shared desire.  

With a shaky breath, he leaned in close, his lips brushing against hers in a tender caress. "I... I don't want to stop," he confessed, his voice husky with longing. "But I need you to tell me what to do."  

Y/N's eyes widened with surprise at his admission, her own desire mirroring his as she met his gaze with unwavering intensity. With a gentle smile, she reached out to trace the contours of his jawline, her touch igniting a firestorm of sensation within him.  

"Listen to your instincts," she whispered softly, her breath hot against his skin. "Let go of your fears and just... feel." With Y/N's permission granted, Castiel's trembling fingers traced the contours of her body, his touch tentative yet eager as he explored the curves of her form.  

Each caress elicited a soft gasp or a shiver of pleasure from Y/N. Castiel's breath caught in his throat as Y/N gracefully slid off his lap, her movements fluid and mesmerizing. His eyes widened in awe as she shed her clothing, revealing delicate lingerie that accentuated every curve of her body.  

He couldn't tear his gaze away, captivated by the sight before him. Mesmerized by her beauty, Castiel felt a surge of desire coursing through him, his heart pounding in his chest as she dropped to her knees before him. His breath hitched as she gazed up at him with eyes dark with desire, a silent invitation hanging in the air between them. 

As Y/N's hands deftly undid his pants, Castiel's breath quickened, anticipation mingling with a deep-seated longing. When she looked up at him with those pleading eyes, full of desire and intent, his heart skipped a beat.  

The moment her warm mouth enveloped him, Castiel's head fell back, a deep groan escaping his lips. The sensation was overwhelming, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body.  

He grasped the edge of the couch, his fingers digging into the fabric as he surrendered to the exquisite torment of her touch. "Y/N," he murmured, his voice rough with need, his eyes closing as he let himself be carried away by the waves of sensation.  

Her rhythm was slow and deliberate, every movement driving him closer to the edge. He could feel her every touch, every caress, igniting a fire within him that threatened to consume him entirely.  

The room was filled with the sounds of their shared passion As the intensity of the moment built, Castiel's hand found its way to Y/N's hair, his fingers tangling in the silky strands as he gently guided her movements.  

Each touch, each glance, each moan from her lips brought him closer to the brink, his body trembling with the effort to hold back the tide of ecstasy. As Y/N pulled away and stood up between his legs, Castiel's eyes followed her every movement, his heart pounding with a mix of desire and anticipation.  

He reached out, his hands trembling slightly as he slid the delicate fabric of her lingerie off her body, revealing her completely to him. The sight of her standing before him, bathed in the soft glow of the room, took his breath away.  

With gentle but firm hands, Castiel guided her back towards him, positioning her over his lap. She placed her hands on his shoulders, steadying herself as she slowly lowered herself onto him. Castiel could feel the heat and slickness of her as she began to glide down, his breath catching in his throat at the intense sensation.  

Y/N hissed softly as he filled her, the stretch making her gasp, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment. Castiel's hands moved to her hips, holding her steady as she took him in, inch by inch. The connection between them was electric, a potent mix of desire, need, and something deeper, something almost spiritual. "Y/N," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion and lust, his gaze locking onto hers. "You're... incredible." She met his gaze, her eyes dark with passion, and began to move.  

The rhythm started slow, each movement deliberate, both of them savouring the exquisite sensation of being joined so intimately. Castiel's hands roamed her body, tracing the curves of her waist, the swell of her breasts, the softness of her skin.  

Every touch was a testament to his reverence and awe for the woman before him. As Y/N's movements grew more confident and their pace quickened, the room was filled with the symphony of their shared pleasure, her soft gasps and moans mingling with his deep groans of satisfaction.  

As Y/N moved above him, her movements fluid and rhythmic, Castiel was utterly mesmerized. He watched her, his eyes wide with awe and admiration, captivated by the way her body responded to his.  

Every curve, every motion, was a testament to her beauty and the deep connection they shared. "You're amazing," Y/N whispered, her voice husky with pleasure. "You feel so good, so perfect."  

Her words sent a shiver down Castiel's spine, his heart swelling with a mix of pride and desire. He could feel himself getting closer to the edge, the tension building within him almost unbearable.  

"Y/N," he breathed, his voice thick with emotion. "I'm... I'm close." Y/N's eyes locked onto his, her expression one of pure, unfiltered passion. She leaned forward, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "Let go, Steve. Let go for me."  

Her words were his undoing. With a deep, guttural groan, Castiel's hands tightened on her hips, his body tensing as he surrendered to the overwhelming wave of pleasure crashing over him.  

He buried his face against her neck, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he found his release, the intensity of the moment leaving him trembling. As the waves of ecstasy slowly subsided, Castiel held Y/N close, his heart still pounding in his chest.  

He felt a profound sense of connection and fulfilment, a deep gratitude for the woman who had shown him the beauty of human intimacy and love. She took his hand and guided him to the bedroom, "Sleep" she said "I'll clean myself and be right there with you." 

In the quiet aftermath, as they lay entwined in each other's arms, Castiel knew that he had found something truly extraordinary. But he also felt tired. And as he gazed into Y/N's eyes, he vowed to cherish and protect this connection for as long as he could. 

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