Part-time Soulmate

Summary: The lure is stronger than the certainty of heartbreak.

Warnings/Genres etc.: Angst.  

W/C:500

Pairing: Dean Winchester x unnamed female.

Prompt: @justagirlinafandomworld 's Unclaimed Love Songs - Cowboys & Angels by Dustin Lynch 

A/N: Lots of other songs helped the muses with this one but mainly Hold Me Like a Grudge by Fall Out Boy.

Betas: @deanwinchesterswitch

Master Lists: Main // Dean Winchester

The world was spinning faster and faster, and Dean couldn’t keep up. He painted on an ear-to-ear smile and tried not to blink. He felt nothing and everything. He didn’t want to think, not tonight. Instead, he drove, pedal to the metal, reveling in Baby’s growling engine and waiting for the night to turn off his mind. Passing cars and crowded bars, but not stopping until he pulled up at her door.

Dean had vices, hard liquor, easy women, and a loud throaty engine. But he’d never been an addict. Not until he met her. She made going back to her as easy as breathing. But that was the thing, he needed to breathe, and she was his own brand of oxygen. He’d had a taste, let her in, and she’d consumed him. He struggled to find the high with anyone else. Like the nicotine in a cigarette, she ran through his veins, and he wanted to overdose.

It was late. Too late to be showing up without calling first, but she answered his knock with sleepy eyes and messy hair. She didn’t say his name or ask if he were okay, only widened the door, inviting him in.

He crossed the threshold, slipping his arms around her waist, burying his head in her neck, drowning in her warmth. Her hand stroked the back of his head, nails gently scraping through the coarse hairs at the base of his neck. Each sweep a silent vow; ‘I’m here. It’s okay. I’ll help you breathe. I’ll make you believe it’s all a dream.’

Tender kisses placed on his throat from sweet lips dissolved the ache of sore, stiff muscles from the long, breakless drive like sugar in water.

He felt like he’d been on the run his whole life, never wanting commitment, but she caught him by surprise, and before he knew it, he’d lost himself to her. Assuming he’d be alone forever, but damn if she hadn’t made him think he was wrong. It was that kind of adrenaline he couldn’t leave behind.

Her touch always said more than words ever could. She smoothed her hands over his shoulders, under his jacket, and pushed it down his arms. ‘Stay a while.’  

Pulling back to look into her eyes, he answered with a pleading request, “Turn down the noise.” But what he meant was ‘make me forget’. 

“I got you, baby,” she promised. 

It was more than her body that turned him on, and to be in her arms was enough. But like any high, it was more than wanting her for a night. He wanted her forever. She was a light, and he wanted to be her shadow.

Unfortunately, he knew better. She was sweet, he was wild, and together they were dangerous, so for that reason, he wouldn’t let the secret out - wouldn’t surrender his heart. Tonight he’d exist in the luminous serenity she enveloped him in and pretend he could live there.

Pretend she wasn’t a part-time soulmate and a full-time problem.

Part 2 - Love-Blind Haze

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It gave me an idea

My baby I'd hug him too and soothe him ❤️

Ooooo please share your idea 🤗

Love-Blind Haze

Summary: Habits are hard to break, especially ones as blinding as Dean.

Warnings/Genres etc.: angst.

W/C: 310

Pairing: Dean Winchester x unnamed female.

Notes: follow on to Part-time Soulmate

A/N: I took inspiration from Bad Thing by Jesy, and apparently, I'm taking the lyrics literally and holding on like a grudge to Hold Me Like a Grudge by Fall Out Boy

Betas: @deanwinchesterswitch

Master Lists: Main // Dean Winchester

It’s a chemical haze, dopamine, serotonin, endorphins - that's all - chemicals. She’s fine alone, happy even. Except, Dean feels like home. Hands stroking the short spiky hairs at the base of his neck, he feels more like home than the plush carpet beneath her feet.

She deserved better. It was more than he could give her. Habits, bad or good, were hard to break, though. All it took was a late-night text or the throaty grumble of a familiar engine, and she traded her common sense for a good time.

Each scrape of her nails made him relax, sinking deeper into her, and she took a morbid sense of pride in that he came to her to calm his mind. He sought her out to silence the world.

It was a slow burn to the truth. She would never get back the love she gave, yet it didn’t matter. Once she had a taste of him, one drink, she had to see the bottle through, and it was a lesson she refused to learn. She pushed his jacket off his shoulders, hoping he’d answer her silent request, ‘Please stay.’

He pulled back, his eyes pleading, “Turn down the noise.”

Dean was her drug of choice and she wouldn’t ever be rehabilitated. The tender moments in which she got to witness his serenity, however damaged and short-lived it may be, was what she craved.

“I got you, baby,” she promised. 

Strung out in the cloud of Dean, she ignored the signs because the view was too pretty, and the love-blind haze was too enticing. She had a laundry list of bad habits, and every one of them included Dean Winchester. So instead of trying to kick the habit, she’d amplify the fantasy, incapacitate her emotions, and enjoy the time spent with him while she could because he put the fun in dysfunctional.

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Is it me or is she addicted to him?

It’s not just you 😂 they are addicted to each other but neither of them will admit it 😞

Love-Blind Haze

Summary: Habits are hard to break, especially ones as blinding as Dean.

Warnings/Genres etc.: angst.

W/C: 310

Pairing: Dean Winchester x unnamed female.

Notes: follow on to Part-time Soulmate

A/N: I took inspiration from Bad Thing by Jesy, and apparently, I'm taking the lyrics literally and holding on like a grudge to Hold Me Like a Grudge by Fall Out Boy

Betas: @deanwinchesterswitch

Master Lists: Main // Dean Winchester

It’s a chemical haze, dopamine, serotonin, endorphins - that's all - chemicals. She’s fine alone, happy even. Except, Dean feels like home. Hands stroking the short spiky hairs at the base of his neck, he feels more like home than the plush carpet beneath her feet.

She deserved better. It was more than he could give her. Habits, bad or good, were hard to break, though. All it took was a late-night text or the throaty grumble of a familiar engine, and she traded her common sense for a good time.

Each scrape of her nails made him relax, sinking deeper into her, and she took a morbid sense of pride in that he came to her to calm his mind. He sought her out to silence the world.

It was a slow burn to the truth. She would never get back the love she gave, yet it didn’t matter. Once she had a taste of him, one drink, she had to see the bottle through, and it was a lesson she refused to learn. She pushed his jacket off his shoulders, hoping he’d answer her silent request, ‘Please stay.’

He pulled back, his eyes pleading, “Turn down the noise.”

Dean was her drug of choice and she wouldn’t ever be rehabilitated. The tender moments in which she got to witness his serenity, however damaged and short-lived it may be, was what she craved.

“I got you, baby,” she promised. 

Strung out in the cloud of Dean, she ignored the signs because the view was too pretty, and the love-blind haze was too enticing. She had a laundry list of bad habits, and every one of them included Dean Winchester. So instead of trying to kick the habit, she’d amplify the fantasy, incapacitate her emotions, and enjoy the time spent with him while she could because he put the fun in dysfunctional.

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I would take immense pride in having Dean seek me out to silence the world and help him forget. “The tender moments in which she got to witness his serenity, however damaged and short-lived it may be, was what she craved.” Same - Dean deserves all the love and healing in the world. I love this!

💜🥰 thank you babes 🥰💜

Part-time Soulmate

Summary: The lure is stronger than the certainty of heartbreak.

Warnings/Genres etc.: Angst.  

W/C:500

Pairing: Dean Winchester x unnamed female.

Prompt: @justagirlinafandomworld 's Unclaimed Love Songs - Cowboys & Angels by Dustin Lynch 

A/N: Lots of other songs helped the muses with this one but mainly Hold Me Like a Grudge by Fall Out Boy.

Betas: @deanwinchesterswitch

Master Lists: Main // Dean Winchester

The world was spinning faster and faster, and Dean couldn’t keep up. He painted on an ear-to-ear smile and tried not to blink. He felt nothing and everything. He didn’t want to think, not tonight. Instead, he drove, pedal to the metal, reveling in Baby’s growling engine and waiting for the night to turn off his mind. Passing cars and crowded bars, but not stopping until he pulled up at her door.

Dean had vices, hard liquor, easy women, and a loud throaty engine. But he’d never been an addict. Not until he met her. She made going back to her as easy as breathing. But that was the thing, he needed to breathe, and she was his own brand of oxygen. He’d had a taste, let her in, and she’d consumed him. He struggled to find the high with anyone else. Like the nicotine in a cigarette, she ran through his veins, and he wanted to overdose.

It was late. Too late to be showing up without calling first, but she answered his knock with sleepy eyes and messy hair. She didn’t say his name or ask if he were okay, only widened the door, inviting him in.

He crossed the threshold, slipping his arms around her waist, burying his head in her neck, drowning in her warmth. Her hand stroked the back of his head, nails gently scraping through the coarse hairs at the base of his neck. Each sweep a silent vow; ‘I’m here. It’s okay. I’ll help you breathe. I’ll make you believe it’s all a dream.’

Tender kisses placed on his throat from sweet lips dissolved the ache of sore, stiff muscles from the long, breakless drive like sugar in water.

He felt like he’d been on the run his whole life, never wanting commitment, but she caught him by surprise, and before he knew it, he’d lost himself to her. Assuming he’d be alone forever, but damn if she hadn’t made him think he was wrong. It was that kind of adrenaline he couldn’t leave behind.

Her touch always said more than words ever could. She smoothed her hands over his shoulders, under his jacket, and pushed it down his arms. ‘Stay a while.’  

Pulling back to look into her eyes, he answered with a pleading request, “Turn down the noise.” But what he meant was ‘make me forget’. 

“I got you, baby,” she promised. 

It was more than her body that turned him on, and to be in her arms was enough. But like any high, it was more than wanting her for a night. He wanted her forever. She was a light, and he wanted to be her shadow.

Unfortunately, he knew better. She was sweet, he was wild, and together they were dangerous, so for that reason, he wouldn’t let the secret out - wouldn’t surrender his heart. Tonight he’d exist in the luminous serenity she enveloped him in and pretend he could live there.

Pretend she wasn’t a part-time soulmate and a full-time problem.

Part 2 - Love-Blind Haze

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“Turn down the noise." But what he meant was 'make me forget?” I am undone - heartbreakingly beautiful, I absolutely adore this line, and this story!

Thank you 🤗💜

Love-Blind Haze

Summary: Habits are hard to break, especially ones as blinding as Dean.

Warnings/Genres etc.: angst.

W/C: 310

Pairing: Dean Winchester x unnamed female.

Notes: follow on to Part-time Soulmate

A/N: I took inspiration from Bad Thing by Jesy, and apparently, I'm taking the lyrics literally and holding on like a grudge to Hold Me Like a Grudge by Fall Out Boy

Betas: @deanwinchesterswitch

Master Lists: Main // Dean Winchester

It’s a chemical haze, dopamine, serotonin, endorphins - that's all - chemicals. She’s fine alone, happy even. Except, Dean feels like home. Hands stroking the short spiky hairs at the base of his neck, he feels more like home than the plush carpet beneath her feet.

She deserved better. It was more than he could give her. Habits, bad or good, were hard to break, though. All it took was a late-night text or the throaty grumble of a familiar engine, and she traded her common sense for a good time.

Each scrape of her nails made him relax, sinking deeper into her, and she took a morbid sense of pride in that he came to her to calm his mind. He sought her out to silence the world.

It was a slow burn to the truth. She would never get back the love she gave, yet it didn’t matter. Once she had a taste of him, one drink, she had to see the bottle through, and it was a lesson she refused to learn. She pushed his jacket off his shoulders, hoping he’d answer her silent request, ‘Please stay.’

He pulled back, his eyes pleading, “Turn down the noise.”

Dean was her drug of choice and she wouldn’t ever be rehabilitated. The tender moments in which she got to witness his serenity, however damaged and short-lived it may be, was what she craved.

“I got you, baby,” she promised. 

Strung out in the cloud of Dean, she ignored the signs because the view was too pretty, and the love-blind haze was too enticing. She had a laundry list of bad habits, and every one of them included Dean Winchester. So instead of trying to kick the habit, she’d amplify the fantasy, incapacitate her emotions, and enjoy the time spent with him while she could because he put the fun in dysfunctional.

Tag Info - or follow my library blog and turn on notifications. @princessmisery666-library for my fics only.

She had a laundry list of bad habits, and every one of them included Dean Winchester. So instead of trying to kick the habit, she’d amplify the fantasy, incapacitate her emotions, and enjoy the time spent with him while she could because he put the fun in dysfunctional.

I would have no regrets. None. Thank you for this side of Part-Time Soulmate!!!

😘

Part-time Soulmate

Summary: The lure is stronger than the certainty of heartbreak.

Warnings/Genres etc.: Angst.  

W/C:500

Pairing: Dean Winchester x unnamed female.

Prompt: @justagirlinafandomworld 's Unclaimed Love Songs - Cowboys & Angels by Dustin Lynch 

A/N: Lots of other songs helped the muses with this one but mainly Hold Me Like a Grudge by Fall Out Boy.

Betas: @deanwinchesterswitch

Master Lists: Main // Dean Winchester

The world was spinning faster and faster, and Dean couldn’t keep up. He painted on an ear-to-ear smile and tried not to blink. He felt nothing and everything. He didn’t want to think, not tonight. Instead, he drove, pedal to the metal, reveling in Baby’s growling engine and waiting for the night to turn off his mind. Passing cars and crowded bars, but not stopping until he pulled up at her door.

Dean had vices, hard liquor, easy women, and a loud throaty engine. But he’d never been an addict. Not until he met her. She made going back to her as easy as breathing. But that was the thing, he needed to breathe, and she was his own brand of oxygen. He’d had a taste, let her in, and she’d consumed him. He struggled to find the high with anyone else. Like the nicotine in a cigarette, she ran through his veins, and he wanted to overdose.

It was late. Too late to be showing up without calling first, but she answered his knock with sleepy eyes and messy hair. She didn’t say his name or ask if he were okay, only widened the door, inviting him in.

He crossed the threshold, slipping his arms around her waist, burying his head in her neck, drowning in her warmth. Her hand stroked the back of his head, nails gently scraping through the coarse hairs at the base of his neck. Each sweep a silent vow; ‘I’m here. It’s okay. I’ll help you breathe. I’ll make you believe it’s all a dream.’

Tender kisses placed on his throat from sweet lips dissolved the ache of sore, stiff muscles from the long, breakless drive like sugar in water.

He felt like he’d been on the run his whole life, never wanting commitment, but she caught him by surprise, and before he knew it, he’d lost himself to her. Assuming he’d be alone forever, but damn if she hadn’t made him think he was wrong. It was that kind of adrenaline he couldn’t leave behind.

Her touch always said more than words ever could. She smoothed her hands over his shoulders, under his jacket, and pushed it down his arms. ‘Stay a while.’  

Pulling back to look into her eyes, he answered with a pleading request, “Turn down the noise.” But what he meant was ‘make me forget’. 

“I got you, baby,” she promised. 

It was more than her body that turned him on, and to be in her arms was enough. But like any high, it was more than wanting her for a night. He wanted her forever. She was a light, and he wanted to be her shadow.

Unfortunately, he knew better. She was sweet, he was wild, and together they were dangerous, so for that reason, he wouldn’t let the secret out - wouldn’t surrender his heart. Tonight he’d exist in the luminous serenity she enveloped him in and pretend he could live there.

Pretend she wasn’t a part-time soulmate and a full-time problem.

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This has taken me so long to reblog and I'm really sorry! However! I'm glad that I've waited to sit down and reblog because I feel with having slowed down that I'm able to truly appreciate this!

The world was spinning faster and faster, and Dean couldn’t keep up. He painted on an ear-to-ear smile and tried not to blink. He felt nothing and everything. He didn’t want to think, not tonight.

What a way to start this off! Dean's headspace is a mess and he just wants to forget. No. He needs to breathe and goes to her.

Her hand stroked the back of his head, nails gently scraping through the coarse hairs at the base of his neck. Each sweep a silent vow; ‘I’m here. It’s okay. I’ll help you breathe. I’ll make you believe it’s all a dream.’

I LOVE that she provides this safety for him, this escape. I would provide him an escape anytime too.

It was more than her body that turned him on, and to be in her arms was enough. But like any high, it was more than wanting her for a night. He wanted her forever. She was a light, and he wanted to be her shadow.

The implication that Dean would love her to the point of obsession is golden. AND HIS SELF-AWARENESS!!! And in true Dean fashion this is of course seen as a problem. 😩

See, on my first read, all I could focus on was the denial. On my several re-reads since, I'm enjoying that while he's thinking all of this to himself in self-sabotage mode...*whispers* he's still going back to her!

Thank you for writing for the Unclaimed Love Songs Challenge!! I'm excited to see if you choose another. 💖💖💖

Thank you so much for running the challenge that sparked the inspiration 💜

Thank you for the wonderful review and I do keep coming back to the list to see if anything sparks something else 🤗

Love-Blind Haze

Summary: Habits are hard to break, especially ones as blinding as Dean.

Warnings/Genres etc.: angst.

W/C: 310

Pairing: Dean Winchester x unnamed female.

Notes: follow on to Part-time Soulmate

A/N: I took inspiration from Bad Thing by Jesy, and apparently, I'm taking the lyrics literally and holding on like a grudge to Hold Me Like a Grudge by Fall Out Boy

Betas: @deanwinchesterswitch

Master Lists: Main // Dean Winchester

It’s a chemical haze, dopamine, serotonin, endorphins - that's all - chemicals. She’s fine alone, happy even. Except, Dean feels like home. Hands stroking the short spiky hairs at the base of his neck, he feels more like home than the plush carpet beneath her feet.

She deserved better. It was more than he could give her. Habits, bad or good, were hard to break, though. All it took was a late-night text or the throaty grumble of a familiar engine, and she traded her common sense for a good time.

Each scrape of her nails made him relax, sinking deeper into her, and she took a morbid sense of pride in that he came to her to calm his mind. He sought her out to silence the world.

It was a slow burn to the truth. She would never get back the love she gave, yet it didn’t matter. Once she had a taste of him, one drink, she had to see the bottle through, and it was a lesson she refused to learn. She pushed his jacket off his shoulders, hoping he’d answer her silent request, ‘Please stay.’

He pulled back, his eyes pleading, “Turn down the noise.”

Dean was her drug of choice and she wouldn’t ever be rehabilitated. The tender moments in which she got to witness his serenity, however damaged and short-lived it may be, was what she craved.

“I got you, baby,” she promised. 

Strung out in the cloud of Dean, she ignored the signs because the view was too pretty, and the love-blind haze was too enticing. She had a laundry list of bad habits, and every one of them included Dean Winchester. So instead of trying to kick the habit, she’d amplify the fantasy, incapacitate her emotions, and enjoy the time spent with him while she could because he put the fun in dysfunctional.

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“She had a laundry list of bad habits, and every one of them included Dean Winchester. So instead of trying to kick the habit, she’d amplify the fantasy, incapacitate her emotions, and enjoy the time spent with him while she could because he put the fun in dysfunctional.” if there were a 12 step program to Dean Winchester, I would refuse to go harder than Amy Winehouse in the song! This is wonderful-love it!

🤣 same babes, same 😝

Thank you for reading and sharing 😘

Love-Blind Haze

Summary: Habits are hard to break, especially ones as blinding as Dean.

Warnings/Genres etc.: angst.

W/C: 310

Pairing: Dean Winchester x unnamed female.

Notes: follow on to Part-time Soulmate

A/N: I took inspiration from Bad Thing by Jesy, and apparently, I'm taking the lyrics literally and holding on like a grudge to Hold Me Like a Grudge by Fall Out Boy

Betas: @deanwinchesterswitch

Master Lists: Main // Dean Winchester

It’s a chemical haze, dopamine, serotonin, endorphins - that's all - chemicals. She’s fine alone, happy even. Except, Dean feels like home. Hands stroking the short spiky hairs at the base of his neck, he feels more like home than the plush carpet beneath her feet.

She deserved better. It was more than he could give her. Habits, bad or good, were hard to break, though. All it took was a late-night text or the throaty grumble of a familiar engine, and she traded her common sense for a good time.

Each scrape of her nails made him relax, sinking deeper into her, and she took a morbid sense of pride in that he came to her to calm his mind. He sought her out to silence the world.

It was a slow burn to the truth. She would never get back the love she gave, yet it didn’t matter. Once she had a taste of him, one drink, she had to see the bottle through, and it was a lesson she refused to learn. She pushed his jacket off his shoulders, hoping he’d answer her silent request, ‘Please stay.’

He pulled back, his eyes pleading, “Turn down the noise.”

Dean was her drug of choice and she wouldn’t ever be rehabilitated. The tender moments in which she got to witness his serenity, however damaged and short-lived it may be, was what she craved.

“I got you, baby,” she promised. 

Strung out in the cloud of Dean, she ignored the signs because the view was too pretty, and the love-blind haze was too enticing. She had a laundry list of bad habits, and every one of them included Dean Winchester. So instead of trying to kick the habit, she’d amplify the fantasy, incapacitate her emotions, and enjoy the time spent with him while she could because he put the fun in dysfunctional.

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Gah!!!! Stacey! This is an absolute masterpiece!! 😍 I read this, then immediately went back and read it again!!

I'm quoting a bunch, so I'll put it under a cut, so people can read the proper, perfect flow of your words first. ❤️

Thank you so much 😊 this made my day thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. 🤗

Love-Blind Haze

Summary: Habits are hard to break, especially ones as blinding as Dean.

Warnings/Genres etc.: angst.

W/C: 310

Pairing: Dean Winchester x unnamed female.

Notes: follow on to Part-time Soulmate

A/N: I took inspiration from Bad Thing by Jesy, and apparently, I'm taking the lyrics literally and holding on like a grudge to Hold Me Like a Grudge by Fall Out Boy

Betas: @deanwinchesterswitch

Master Lists: Main // Dean Winchester

It’s a chemical haze, dopamine, serotonin, endorphins - that's all - chemicals. She’s fine alone, happy even. Except, Dean feels like home. Hands stroking the short spiky hairs at the base of his neck, he feels more like home than the plush carpet beneath her feet.

She deserved better. It was more than he could give her. Habits, bad or good, were hard to break, though. All it took was a late-night text or the throaty grumble of a familiar engine, and she traded her common sense for a good time.

Each scrape of her nails made him relax, sinking deeper into her, and she took a morbid sense of pride in that he came to her to calm his mind. He sought her out to silence the world.

It was a slow burn to the truth. She would never get back the love she gave, yet it didn’t matter. Once she had a taste of him, one drink, she had to see the bottle through, and it was a lesson she refused to learn. She pushed his jacket off his shoulders, hoping he’d answer her silent request, ‘Please stay.’

He pulled back, his eyes pleading, “Turn down the noise.”

Dean was her drug of choice and she wouldn’t ever be rehabilitated. The tender moments in which she got to witness his serenity, however damaged and short-lived it may be, was what she craved.

“I got you, baby,” she promised. 

Strung out in the cloud of Dean, she ignored the signs because the view was too pretty, and the love-blind haze was too enticing. She had a laundry list of bad habits, and every one of them included Dean Winchester. So instead of trying to kick the habit, she’d amplify the fantasy, incapacitate her emotions, and enjoy the time spent with him while she could because he put the fun in dysfunctional.

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Oh my Dean 🥹😭 i love him so so much!!

You gave me the courage to start to re watch supernatural from the very first episode now!

Me too! 💖

Oh yay, I'm so happy you're starting it again. 💟Feel free to come shout/cry/vent @ me as you go along 😘

Love-Blind Haze

Summary: Habits are hard to break, especially ones as blinding as Dean.

Warnings/Genres etc.: angst.

W/C: 310

Pairing: Dean Winchester x unnamed female.

Notes: follow on to Part-time Soulmate

A/N: I took inspiration from Bad Thing by Jesy, and apparently, I'm taking the lyrics literally and holding on like a grudge to Hold Me Like a Grudge by Fall Out Boy

Betas: @deanwinchesterswitch

Master Lists: Main // Dean Winchester

It’s a chemical haze, dopamine, serotonin, endorphins - that's all - chemicals. She’s fine alone, happy even. Except, Dean feels like home. Hands stroking the short spiky hairs at the base of his neck, he feels more like home than the plush carpet beneath her feet.

She deserved better. It was more than he could give her. Habits, bad or good, were hard to break, though. All it took was a late-night text or the throaty grumble of a familiar engine, and she traded her common sense for a good time.

Each scrape of her nails made him relax, sinking deeper into her, and she took a morbid sense of pride in that he came to her to calm his mind. He sought her out to silence the world.

It was a slow burn to the truth. She would never get back the love she gave, yet it didn’t matter. Once she had a taste of him, one drink, she had to see the bottle through, and it was a lesson she refused to learn. She pushed his jacket off his shoulders, hoping he’d answer her silent request, ‘Please stay.’

He pulled back, his eyes pleading, “Turn down the noise.”

Dean was her drug of choice and she wouldn’t ever be rehabilitated. The tender moments in which she got to witness his serenity, however damaged and short-lived it may be, was what she craved.

“I got you, baby,” she promised. 

Strung out in the cloud of Dean, she ignored the signs because the view was too pretty, and the love-blind haze was too enticing. She had a laundry list of bad habits, and every one of them included Dean Winchester. So instead of trying to kick the habit, she’d amplify the fantasy, incapacitate her emotions, and enjoy the time spent with him while she could because he put the fun in dysfunctional.

Tag Info - or follow my library blog and turn on notifications. @princessmisery666-library for my fics only.

Love-Blind Haze

Summary: Habits are hard to break, especially ones as blinding as Dean.

Warnings/Genres etc.: angst.

W/C: 310

Pairing: Dean Winchester x unnamed female.

Notes: follow on to Part-time Soulmate

A/N: I took inspiration from Bad Thing by Jesy, and apparently, I'm taking the lyrics literally and holding on like a grudge to Hold Me Like a Grudge by Fall Out Boy

Betas: @deanwinchesterswitch

Master Lists: Main // Dean Winchester

It’s a chemical haze, dopamine, serotonin, endorphins - that's all - chemicals. She’s fine alone, happy even. Except, Dean feels like home. Hands stroking the short spiky hairs at the base of his neck, he feels more like home than the plush carpet beneath her feet.

She deserved better. It was more than he could give her. Habits, bad or good, were hard to break, though. All it took was a late-night text or the throaty grumble of a familiar engine, and she traded her common sense for a good time.

Each scrape of her nails made him relax, sinking deeper into her, and she took a morbid sense of pride in that he came to her to calm his mind. He sought her out to silence the world.

It was a slow burn to the truth. She would never get back the love she gave, yet it didn’t matter. Once she had a taste of him, one drink, she had to see the bottle through, and it was a lesson she refused to learn. She pushed his jacket off his shoulders, hoping he’d answer her silent request, ‘Please stay.’

He pulled back, his eyes pleading, “Turn down the noise.”

Dean was her drug of choice and she wouldn’t ever be rehabilitated. The tender moments in which she got to witness his serenity, however damaged and short-lived it may be, was what she craved.

“I got you, baby,” she promised. 

Strung out in the cloud of Dean, she ignored the signs because the view was too pretty, and the love-blind haze was too enticing. She had a laundry list of bad habits, and every one of them included Dean Winchester. So instead of trying to kick the habit, she’d amplify the fantasy, incapacitate her emotions, and enjoy the time spent with him while she could because he put the fun in dysfunctional.

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Definitely my addiction of choice!!!!

Love this. 🤗♥️

Thank you 💟 as always 💟

Part-time Soulmate

Summary: The lure is stronger than the certainty of heartbreak.

Warnings/Genres etc.: Angst.  

W/C:500

Pairing: Dean Winchester x unnamed female.

Prompt: @justagirlinafandomworld 's Unclaimed Love Songs - Cowboys & Angels by Dustin Lynch 

A/N: Lots of other songs helped the muses with this one but mainly Hold Me Like a Grudge by Fall Out Boy.

Betas: @deanwinchesterswitch

Master Lists: Main // Dean Winchester

The world was spinning faster and faster, and Dean couldn’t keep up. He painted on an ear-to-ear smile and tried not to blink. He felt nothing and everything. He didn’t want to think, not tonight. Instead, he drove, pedal to the metal, reveling in Baby’s growling engine and waiting for the night to turn off his mind. Passing cars and crowded bars, but not stopping until he pulled up at her door.

Dean had vices, hard liquor, easy women, and a loud throaty engine. But he’d never been an addict. Not until he met her. She made going back to her as easy as breathing. But that was the thing, he needed to breathe, and she was his own brand of oxygen. He’d had a taste, let her in, and she’d consumed him. He struggled to find the high with anyone else. Like the nicotine in a cigarette, she ran through his veins, and he wanted to overdose.

It was late. Too late to be showing up without calling first, but she answered his knock with sleepy eyes and messy hair. She didn’t say his name or ask if he were okay, only widened the door, inviting him in.

He crossed the threshold, slipping his arms around her waist, burying his head in her neck, drowning in her warmth. Her hand stroked the back of his head, nails gently scraping through the coarse hairs at the base of his neck. Each sweep a silent vow; ‘I’m here. It’s okay. I’ll help you breathe. I’ll make you believe it’s all a dream.’

Tender kisses placed on his throat from sweet lips dissolved the ache of sore, stiff muscles from the long, breakless drive like sugar in water.

He felt like he’d been on the run his whole life, never wanting commitment, but she caught him by surprise, and before he knew it, he’d lost himself to her. Assuming he’d be alone forever, but damn if she hadn’t made him think he was wrong. It was that kind of adrenaline he couldn’t leave behind.

Her touch always said more than words ever could. She smoothed her hands over his shoulders, under his jacket, and pushed it down his arms. ‘Stay a while.’  

Pulling back to look into her eyes, he answered with a pleading request, “Turn down the noise.” But what he meant was ‘make me forget’. 

“I got you, baby,” she promised. 

It was more than her body that turned him on, and to be in her arms was enough. But like any high, it was more than wanting her for a night. He wanted her forever. She was a light, and he wanted to be her shadow.

Unfortunately, he knew better. She was sweet, he was wild, and together they were dangerous, so for that reason, he wouldn’t let the secret out - wouldn’t surrender his heart. Tonight he’d exist in the luminous serenity she enveloped him in and pretend he could live there.

Pretend she wasn’t a part-time soulmate and a full-time problem.

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Damn - right in the feels! “But like any high, it was more than wanting her for a night. He wanted her forever. She was a light, and he wanted to be her shadow.” Heartbreakingly beautiful!!

Thank you ☺️

Part-time Soulmate

Summary: The lure is stronger than the certainty of heartbreak.

Warnings/Genres etc.: Angst.  

W/C:500

Pairing: Dean Winchester x unnamed female.

Prompt: @justagirlinafandomworld 's Unclaimed Love Songs - Cowboys & Angels by Dustin Lynch 

A/N: Lots of other songs helped the muses with this one but mainly Hold Me Like a Grudge by Fall Out Boy.

Betas: @deanwinchesterswitch

Master Lists: Main // Dean Winchester

The world was spinning faster and faster, and Dean couldn’t keep up. He painted on an ear-to-ear smile and tried not to blink. He felt nothing and everything. He didn’t want to think, not tonight. Instead, he drove, pedal to the metal, reveling in Baby’s growling engine and waiting for the night to turn off his mind. Passing cars and crowded bars, but not stopping until he pulled up at her door.

Dean had vices, hard liquor, easy women, and a loud throaty engine. But he’d never been an addict. Not until he met her. She made going back to her as easy as breathing. But that was the thing, he needed to breathe, and she was his own brand of oxygen. He’d had a taste, let her in, and she’d consumed him. He struggled to find the high with anyone else. Like the nicotine in a cigarette, she ran through his veins, and he wanted to overdose.

It was late. Too late to be showing up without calling first, but she answered his knock with sleepy eyes and messy hair. She didn’t say his name or ask if he were okay, only widened the door, inviting him in.

He crossed the threshold, slipping his arms around her waist, burying his head in her neck, drowning in her warmth. Her hand stroked the back of his head, nails gently scraping through the coarse hairs at the base of his neck. Each sweep a silent vow; ‘I’m here. It’s okay. I’ll help you breathe. I’ll make you believe it’s all a dream.’

Tender kisses placed on his throat from sweet lips dissolved the ache of sore, stiff muscles from the long, breakless drive like sugar in water.

He felt like he’d been on the run his whole life, never wanting commitment, but she caught him by surprise, and before he knew it, he’d lost himself to her. Assuming he’d be alone forever, but damn if she hadn’t made him think he was wrong. It was that kind of adrenaline he couldn’t leave behind.

Her touch always said more than words ever could. She smoothed her hands over his shoulders, under his jacket, and pushed it down his arms. ‘Stay a while.’  

Pulling back to look into her eyes, he answered with a pleading request, “Turn down the noise.” But what he meant was ‘make me forget’. 

“I got you, baby,” she promised. 

It was more than her body that turned him on, and to be in her arms was enough. But like any high, it was more than wanting her for a night. He wanted her forever. She was a light, and he wanted to be her shadow.

Unfortunately, he knew better. She was sweet, he was wild, and together they were dangerous, so for that reason, he wouldn’t let the secret out - wouldn’t surrender his heart. Tonight he’d exist in the luminous serenity she enveloped him in and pretend he could live there.

Pretend she wasn’t a part-time soulmate and a full-time problem.

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Well ouch!

I’m sorry 😘

Re yours tags: you probably did it on purpose but just so you know your comment text showed up in red 🤷🏼‍♀️

Part-time Soulmate

Summary: The lure is stronger than the certainty of heartbreak.

Warnings/Genres etc.: Angst.  

W/C:500

Pairing: Dean Winchester x unnamed female.

Prompt: @justagirlinafandomworld 's Unclaimed Love Songs - Cowboys & Angels by Dustin Lynch 

A/N: Lots of other songs helped the muses with this one but mainly Hold Me Like a Grudge by Fall Out Boy.

Betas: @deanwinchesterswitch

Master Lists: Main // Dean Winchester

The world was spinning faster and faster, and Dean couldn’t keep up. He painted on an ear-to-ear smile and tried not to blink. He felt nothing and everything. He didn’t want to think, not tonight. Instead, he drove, pedal to the metal, reveling in Baby’s growling engine and waiting for the night to turn off his mind. Passing cars and crowded bars, but not stopping until he pulled up at her door.

Dean had vices, hard liquor, easy women, and a loud throaty engine. But he’d never been an addict. Not until he met her. She made going back to her as easy as breathing. But that was the thing, he needed to breathe, and she was his own brand of oxygen. He’d had a taste, let her in, and she’d consumed him. He struggled to find the high with anyone else. Like the nicotine in a cigarette, she ran through his veins, and he wanted to overdose.

It was late. Too late to be showing up without calling first, but she answered his knock with sleepy eyes and messy hair. She didn’t say his name or ask if he were okay, only widened the door, inviting him in.

He crossed the threshold, slipping his arms around her waist, burying his head in her neck, drowning in her warmth. Her hand stroked the back of his head, nails gently scraping through the coarse hairs at the base of his neck. Each sweep a silent vow; ‘I’m here. It’s okay. I’ll help you breathe. I’ll make you believe it’s all a dream.’

Tender kisses placed on his throat from sweet lips dissolved the ache of sore, stiff muscles from the long, breakless drive like sugar in water.

He felt like he’d been on the run his whole life, never wanting commitment, but she caught him by surprise, and before he knew it, he’d lost himself to her. Assuming he’d be alone forever, but damn if she hadn’t made him think he was wrong. It was that kind of adrenaline he couldn’t leave behind.

Her touch always said more than words ever could. She smoothed her hands over his shoulders, under his jacket, and pushed it down his arms. ‘Stay a while.’  

Pulling back to look into her eyes, he answered with a pleading request, “Turn down the noise.” But what he meant was ‘make me forget’. 

“I got you, baby,” she promised. 

It was more than her body that turned him on, and to be in her arms was enough. But like any high, it was more than wanting her for a night. He wanted her forever. She was a light, and he wanted to be her shadow.

Unfortunately, he knew better. She was sweet, he was wild, and together they were dangerous, so for that reason, he wouldn’t let the secret out - wouldn’t surrender his heart. Tonight he’d exist in the luminous serenity she enveloped him in and pretend he could live there.

Pretend she wasn’t a part-time soulmate and a full-time problem.

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This was so good 👍👍

Thank you ☺️

Part-time Soulmate

Summary: The lure is stronger than the certainty of heartbreak.

Warnings/Genres etc.: Angst.  

W/C:500

Pairing: Dean Winchester x unnamed female.

Prompt: @justagirlinafandomworld 's Unclaimed Love Songs - Cowboys & Angels by Dustin Lynch 

A/N: Lots of other songs helped the muses with this one but mainly Hold Me Like a Grudge by Fall Out Boy.

Betas: @deanwinchesterswitch

Master Lists: Main // Dean Winchester

The world was spinning faster and faster, and Dean couldn’t keep up. He painted on an ear-to-ear smile and tried not to blink. He felt nothing and everything. He didn’t want to think, not tonight. Instead, he drove, pedal to the metal, reveling in Baby’s growling engine and waiting for the night to turn off his mind. Passing cars and crowded bars, but not stopping until he pulled up at her door.

Dean had vices, hard liquor, easy women, and a loud throaty engine. But he’d never been an addict. Not until he met her. She made going back to her as easy as breathing. But that was the thing, he needed to breathe, and she was his own brand of oxygen. He’d had a taste, let her in, and she’d consumed him. He struggled to find the high with anyone else. Like the nicotine in a cigarette, she ran through his veins, and he wanted to overdose.

It was late. Too late to be showing up without calling first, but she answered his knock with sleepy eyes and messy hair. She didn’t say his name or ask if he were okay, only widened the door, inviting him in.

He crossed the threshold, slipping his arms around her waist, burying his head in her neck, drowning in her warmth. Her hand stroked the back of his head, nails gently scraping through the coarse hairs at the base of his neck. Each sweep a silent vow; ‘I’m here. It’s okay. I’ll help you breathe. I’ll make you believe it’s all a dream.’

Tender kisses placed on his throat from sweet lips dissolved the ache of sore, stiff muscles from the long, breakless drive like sugar in water.

He felt like he’d been on the run his whole life, never wanting commitment, but she caught him by surprise, and before he knew it, he’d lost himself to her. Assuming he’d be alone forever, but damn if she hadn’t made him think he was wrong. It was that kind of adrenaline he couldn’t leave behind.

Her touch always said more than words ever could. She smoothed her hands over his shoulders, under his jacket, and pushed it down his arms. ‘Stay a while.’  

Pulling back to look into her eyes, he answered with a pleading request, “Turn down the noise.” But what he meant was ‘make me forget’. 

“I got you, baby,” she promised. 

It was more than her body that turned him on, and to be in her arms was enough. But like any high, it was more than wanting her for a night. He wanted her forever. She was a light, and he wanted to be her shadow.

Unfortunately, he knew better. She was sweet, he was wild, and together they were dangerous, so for that reason, he wouldn’t let the secret out - wouldn’t surrender his heart. Tonight he’d exist in the luminous serenity she enveloped him in and pretend he could live there.

Pretend she wasn’t a part-time soulmate and a full-time problem.

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Thank you 😊 from your tags I assume you don’t watch Supernatural so thank you even more for reading and sharing 🤗

Part-time Soulmate

Summary: The lure is stronger than the certainty of heartbreak.

Warnings/Genres etc.: Angst.  

W/C:500

Pairing: Dean Winchester x unnamed female.

Prompt: @justagirlinafandomworld 's Unclaimed Love Songs - Cowboys & Angels by Dustin Lynch 

A/N: Lots of other songs helped the muses with this one but mainly Hold Me Like a Grudge by Fall Out Boy.

Betas: @deanwinchesterswitch

Master Lists: Main // Dean Winchester

The world was spinning faster and faster, and Dean couldn’t keep up. He painted on an ear-to-ear smile and tried not to blink. He felt nothing and everything. He didn’t want to think, not tonight. Instead, he drove, pedal to the metal, reveling in Baby’s growling engine and waiting for the night to turn off his mind. Passing cars and crowded bars, but not stopping until he pulled up at her door.

Dean had vices, hard liquor, easy women, and a loud throaty engine. But he’d never been an addict. Not until he met her. She made going back to her as easy as breathing. But that was the thing, he needed to breathe, and she was his own brand of oxygen. He’d had a taste, let her in, and she’d consumed him. He struggled to find the high with anyone else. Like the nicotine in a cigarette, she ran through his veins, and he wanted to overdose.

It was late. Too late to be showing up without calling first, but she answered his knock with sleepy eyes and messy hair. She didn’t say his name or ask if he were okay, only widened the door, inviting him in.

He crossed the threshold, slipping his arms around her waist, burying his head in her neck, drowning in her warmth. Her hand stroked the back of his head, nails gently scraping through the coarse hairs at the base of his neck. Each sweep a silent vow; ‘I’m here. It’s okay. I’ll help you breathe. I’ll make you believe it’s all a dream.’

Tender kisses placed on his throat from sweet lips dissolved the ache of sore, stiff muscles from the long, breakless drive like sugar in water.

He felt like he’d been on the run his whole life, never wanting commitment, but she caught him by surprise, and before he knew it, he’d lost himself to her. Assuming he’d be alone forever, but damn if she hadn’t made him think he was wrong. It was that kind of adrenaline he couldn’t leave behind.

Her touch always said more than words ever could. She smoothed her hands over his shoulders, under his jacket, and pushed it down his arms. ‘Stay a while.’  

Pulling back to look into her eyes, he answered with a pleading request, “Turn down the noise.” But what he meant was ‘make me forget’. 

“I got you, baby,” she promised. 

It was more than her body that turned him on, and to be in her arms was enough. But like any high, it was more than wanting her for a night. He wanted her forever. She was a light, and he wanted to be her shadow.

Unfortunately, he knew better. She was sweet, he was wild, and together they were dangerous, so for that reason, he wouldn’t let the secret out - wouldn’t surrender his heart. Tonight he’d exist in the luminous serenity she enveloped him in and pretend he could live there.

Pretend she wasn’t a part-time soulmate and a full-time problem.

Tag Info - or follow my library blog and turn on notifications. @princessmisery666-library for my fics only.

Gah, my heart just disintegrated.

Sorry 😣 I may try to fix it in the future 🤗