Heard: Cursed and Blind
Part One of a Supernatural Fan-fiction Mini-Series
Featuring: Dean Winchester x F!Reader
Summary: After a messy witch hunt, you call your roommate desperate for some help with the aftermath. Everything changes between you.
Warnings: Sex curse, sexual medical aids, semi-clothed sex, insecure reader, angst, first person pov.
Written for: @supernatural-jackles Tell Me a Story Bingo
Square Filled: Fuck or Die
Word Count: 2650
Infinite gratitude to MJ @thoughtslikeaminefield for her help with and encouragement for this series.
“Tell me you still have that Viagra you nicked from the old folks’ home?” I forget to say hello.
“Well, good evening to you, too. I guess that case wrapped better than you hoped?” Dean teases, misconstruing my words.
I breathe deeply as my knees lock in place. My body burns and I cannot get comfortable. “Not, really, no. I— look, this is going to sound nuts. But bear with me, alright?”
“What’s up? Something happen on the hunt? You’re back, right? I thought I heard you come in.” Dean’s moving now, the hunter in him never truly rests.
“Yeah, I’m back. Listen. So, I need your help. Sam’s gone, and this isn’t something I think he’d do. Not that you would either, but I’m calling in all my favors, okay?”
Suddenly there’s a knock at my door and I spin. “Uh, give me a minute.”
I struggle to get my pajama bottoms back on, my knees and shoulders locking me onto all fours. Every joint hurts and I just feel like a black hole, a mindless, hungry void. I get the phone back to my face, feeling somewhat better suited for company. “Dean, did you bring the pills? Because— and I am sorry in advance— but I think I got hit with a sex curse. So— if you can and are willing, do you think— can you have sex with me?”
Poor girl. I can't wait to see where this goes!