Psych 101- Make It Work

Psych 101 Masterlist

Author’s Note: Written for a $10 Patron on my Patreon. A College AU Wincest with a Dean x Reader plot!

Summary: Things get easier and fun for everyone.

Pairing: Dean x Sam, Dean x Reader

Word count: 2073

Story Warnings:  18+! HERE BE SEX!! DON’T READ IF YOU’RE A YOUNG’UN!!! wincest, sub!reader, switch!Dean, Dom!Sam, Jealous-ish!Sam, unprotected sex, MM anal, a bit of exhibitionism, voyeurism, oral (Male rec from fem and male rec from male and fem rec from male), biting

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Three weeks later, you were in the Winchesters’ dorm room, enjoying pizza and beer as you watched some bad horror flick on Dean’s laptop. “Oh, my god, they didn’t even try on the practical effects, did they?” you groaned.

“Hey, this movie was top of the line when it came out!” Dean joked, taking a drink of his beer. 

“No, she’s right. It’s crap. All of these movies are crap,” Sam agreed.

You looked across Dean to Sam and raised an eyebrow. “Did you just agree with me?” 

“Mark it on the calendar.” Dean leaned into your shoulder, then Sam’s, smiling drunkenly at the two of you. “You guys...are fuckin’ awesome.”

Sam reached over and took the beer out of Dean’s hand. “I think you’ve had enough,” he said, leaning over to set the bottle on the floor. When he sat back up, Dean grabbed his face and Sam gasped. “Dean.”

“You look so hot when your cheeks go all pink,” Dean whispered.

Sam nuzzled into Dean’s hand. “You wanna send her home?” he asked.

Dean shook his head and leaned closer, brushing his lips against his brother’s. “She thinks it’s hot,” Dean said, pressing his lips against Sam’s. “Let’s play together, Sammy. All of us.”

Sam shook his head. “Dean, that’s not...I don’t want her.”

“No, but come on, Sammy. How hot would it be, huh? You fuck me while I fuck her, right? Won’t that be so-”

Sam looked over Dean’s head to you, obviously expecting you to deny your boyfriend’s idea, but you were flush with desire at the thought. You looked away from his brilliant hazel eyes. “She seems down for it.” Sam ran his hands through Dean’s hair and sighed. “I’m not touching her. Just you.”

Psych 101 ch. 3- Territorial

Psych 101 Masterlist

Author’s Note: Written for a $10 Patron on my Patreon. A College AU Wincest with a Dean x Reader plot!

Summary: Y/n and Dean are making their own dynamic, but will Sam be okay with that?

Pairing: Dean x Sam, Dean x Reader

Word count: 1826

Story Warnings:  18+! HERE BE SEX!! DON’T READ IF YOU’RE A YOUNG’UN!!! wincest, sub!Dean, Dom!Sam, Jealous!Sam, unprotected sex, sensory deprivation sex, MM anal, exhibitionism, unintentional voyeurism?

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Over the next month, your weekday free time was spent working on your thesis and helping Dean understand the neuropsychology of addiction and your weekends were spent in your dorm room, testing the efficacy of the birth control they prescribed you at the student health center. Dean seemed almost insatiable, and he seemed to have a need to be dominant during sex, but you didn't mind that. As long as he didn't hurt you, you were more than willing to let him be in charge.

You were sitting in the library on a Tuesday, working on your paper, when a shadow fell over you and you looked up to see the tall frame of Sam Winchester. You pulled your earbuds out and gave a tight smile. "Hi, Sam."

"Hey. Can I?" he asked, gesturing at the chair beside you. You nodded and he pulled it out and sat down. "Look, I just want to, kinda, touch base with you, ya know, 'cause we haven't talked much and you're a big element in my brother's life right now."

"Oh. Well, I just...I hope I'm not taking up too much of his time or anything," you responded, quietly. You were often wary of what Sam would do if he saw you as a threat.

"Oh, no. I mean, all the time he's spending with you is time he used to spend partying and screwing other chicks so it's no big deal. And you're helping him get his scores up in the one course I couldn't even begin to help him in. I'm grateful for that. If he had to go home...I mean, you know we don't really have a home and the address we applied from is a motel in Topeka, so if he got kicked out he'd end up traveling with our dad again so...I am beyond grateful for you." He smiled a soft smile and you returned it. "And I wanna get to know you better. I think you're the first real girlfriend Dean's ever had and I think I should have some kind of relationship with the one girl he can be himself around."

"Oh, really?" you whispered, looking around. "I figured you'd hate me."

Psych 101 Ch.1- Tutoring

Psych 101 Masterlist

Author’s Note: Written for a $10 Patron on my Patreon. A College AU Wincest with a Dean x Reader plot! 

Summary: When Dean falls behind in his Psychology class, Y/n volunteers to help him out. But what’s an Engineering student doing in a psych class, anyway?

Pairing: Dean x Sam, Dean x Reader

Word count: 2145

Story Warnings:  18+! HERE BE SEX!! DON’T READ IF YOU’RE A YOUNG’UN!!! wincest, handjobs,

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"Professor Reid, I'm not asking for extra credit or anything, I'm just having trouble graspin' this stuff and I need a little help," a semi-familiar voice filled your ears as you passed your psychology professor's office and you stopped in the corridor.

"Mr. Winchester, I understand and if I had more time, I'd give you some one on one attention, but I just don't have it, son."

"Okay, well, maybe your T.A. could give me a hand," the student suggested.

"No, no. Alyssa is far too busy with her thesis."

"Is there anyone you can think of that might be able to tutor me? If my GPA drops any further, I'm gonna lose my scholarship and I'm gonna have to go back to Kansas with my tail between my legs. Not to mention my brother'll be here all by himself."

Professor Reid sighed loudly. "I will ask around, but you might want to try the library. They have tutoring services every other-"

"Yeah, but nobody's up for Psych 101. I've gone lookin' for the last two weeks!"

You took a deep breath and knocked on Professor Reid's door. "Forgive me, Professor, but I couldn't help overhearing."

"Miss Y/l/n, come in," the professor called.

You walked into the office and smiled at the sweet old man and his visitor, a green-eyed boy in a leather jacket. You recognized him as Dean, an engineering student. You had met his brother, Sam, a pre-law student.