Cabin Fever

Summary: After a hunting accident takes Dean out of the hunting game for good, he retires to a cottage in the woods with his one true love, but it’s not exactly a fairy tale ending. Pain and disability chip away at his Happily Ever After–and his sanity. After he fails to protect Chloe from a monster out of the woods, Dean falls prey to the monsters in his own head, and she and Sam must come to his rescue.

Dean x OFC

Word Count: 17,002

Rating: Mature

Warnings: depression and suicidal ideation, PTSD, chronic pain and disability, animal death, animal attack, alcoholism, heavy angst

A/N: Glob bless my betas. Besides creating a beautiful banner for it, @thoughtslikeaminefield​ forced me to take a hard, critical look at this fic. @princessmisery666​ was with me every step of the way and helped develop the plot, and she provided more than a line or two to break loose my creative blockage. As did @monicawoe​. She and @ladylilithprime​ were there with valuable insights and sanity-reinforcing encouragement. @risingphoenix761​​ was a wonderful cheerleader, as well. THANK YOU ALL. 

(Also, since tumblr is an utter bastard, you get underscores instead of horizontal rules because I can’t get the latter to save.)

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Cabin Fever

Cold wind howled. It rattled the garage door behind him and whistled through its seams, but Dean had stopped paying it any mind a while ago. He was plenty warm, and it didn’t have much to do with the space heater clattering in the corner.

Bandit, the husky mix curled on the floor beside him, wasn’t much bothered by the storm, either. He slept soundly at his master’s feet while Dean carefully funneled salt into an empty shotgun shell. Years of practice replaced the necessity of measuring; each eyeballed scoop was perfect. Dean fitted the cap and tapped it gently into place with a rubber mallet, then he set the finished shell aside and reached for the next one.

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I've raved about this before and I will no doubt do it again. I will forever reread this one.

After re-reading today I still cannot adequately express how brilliant this is. My emotions feel kinda frayed and even though it ended "happy" there's always that underlying pain and anguish that will never truly go away.

I'm getting a little teary eyed writing this because one of the things the Winchester's always seemed to have is hope, and reading Dean very much losing his hope is heart breaking in a way I cannot describe.

It's breathtakingly brutal and honest.

Even if you are not a SPN fan, you should read this, I promise its worth every single letter.

A Little Wild

A middle-of-the-night thunderstorm helps release those pent-up feelings - pretty much just an excuse for Dean smut…

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word count: 1637

Warnings: None really, just smut - oral, male and female receiving

Divider by the ever-lovely @talesmaniac89  

The power is out.

You crawl out of bed and go to the window, opening the curtains halfway. It’s pitch black out there, too, except for strobe light images in lightning flashes, the trees whipping in the wind, the cars in the parking lot gleaming, wet with the driving rain.

You don’t hear him move up behind you, but you can feel him. The heat from his body seeps into your back, and you can smell the warm, woodsy, slightly spicy scent of him, feel the almost magnetic pull on your body, urging you to lean back into him. You resist, but it isn’t easy.

“You okay?” he whispers, and you nod.

“Storm woke me.”

You stand there, silently, watching the raging storm together, the air vibrating with something unspoken. After a few moments, he leans down, his lips next to your ear, and murmurs your name. “Doesn’t this make you kinda feel like doing something a little wild?” The tips of his fingers glide up and down your arm, a whisper-soft touch, and suddenly you have to concentrate very hard on the act of breathing. Inhale, exhale, shallow and slow, and you’re feeling a little dizzy. When his lips brush against the slope of your neck, you sway, and his hands on your upper arms hold you steady. “If you want me to go…” He hesitates, unmoving, waiting for you to respond.

“Stay.” It’s the only word you can manage, but it’s enough.

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🥵😜 hot as fuck and kinda sweet 💜

Werewolf Stakeout

The buzz after a stakeout and werewolf hunt builds up to more of a roar… Inspired by this edit by my friend @editsbymichele on Instagram. Dividers by the lovely @talesmaniac89​ 

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2839

Warnings: None, smut 

You shift impatiently, the leather beneath you creaking softly. “Tell me again why we’re sitting here in the dark staring at the werewolf den we cleaned out last night?”

Dean glances over your direction, an indulgent half-smile on his face. “Because I have a feeling that we might have missed something. If we leave one wolf alive, they’ll just rebuild their pack again. That’s what they were doing, finding some poor loser or lonely girl, bringing them out here to party and decide if they were worthy to be changed and be part of the pack, or if they were just fast food.”

“So what makes a person worthy?”

“I don’t know. I guess if they decide they can put up with them for an eternity. Or if the girl is hot. Maybe they were looking for mates. Werewolves mate for life.” He looks at you, those sinful lips of his curving into a smirk. “You’d be a keeper.”

You shake your head at him, unable to smother your smile. “You’re so ridiculous.”

“What? You would be. You’re a badass, for one thing, and you’re sexy as hell.”

“Stop it.”

“It’s the truth.”

“So are we out here because you wanted to flirt with me, or because your spidey-senses were tingling?” You’re teasing, and you know exactly what the response will be.

“We’ve had this talk - Batman, not Spiderman.” You laugh softly, and he shoots a quick glare towards you. “You’re not nearly as funny as you think you are.”

“All I’m saying is, maybe you’re not right about this one. We’ve been sitting here for hours.”

“I’m always right.”

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They are too cute together and the smut was 🥵 🥰

Knockin’ On Morning Wood

Title: Knockin’ On Morning Wood

Characters: Reader x Dean, Sam for a split second at the end.

Summary: When Dean’s sweat pants leave nothing to the imagination your eager giddiness gets the best of both of you.

Warnings: NSFW, swearing, oral (reader giving), Dean’s horsecock (yes that’s a warning), implied smut. 

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: Inspired by the gifs below because holy hell the horsecock is real! Damn you, dick flop of doom! This fic started when the trash squad got me thinking about the horsecock and I regret nothing, Italics are inner thoughts. 

Rounding the corner into the kitchen, your unmade hair was still a mess and an empty coffee mug in need of refilling dangled from your fingers. Two cups just wasn’t gonna cut it this morning.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Dean smiled from the stove.

“Well, that’ll definitely help waking me up,” you chuckled internally as you took him in fully. 

Dean moved gracefully around the kitchen; tossing pancakes in the pan, filling his coffee mug, and whipping up more batter, all the while in nothing more than a pair of low slung sweats. You exchanged a friendly greeting, biting your lip as he pressed himself against your back and placed a quick peck to your cheek while you were refilling your mug.

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Mana how did I not know this exists?!

I love a confident reader, I can totally relate to that 😝

Hot damn this was good.

Cabin Fever

Summary: After a hunting accident takes Dean out of the hunting game for good, he retires to a cottage in the woods with his one true love, but it’s not exactly a fairy tale ending. Pain and disability chip away at his Happily Ever After–and his sanity. After he fails to protect Chloe from a monster out of the woods, Dean falls prey to the monsters in his own head, and she and Sam must come to his rescue.

Dean x OFC

Word Count: 17,002

Rating: Mature

Warnings: depression and suicidal ideation, PTSD, chronic pain and disability, animal death, animal attack, alcoholism, heavy angst

A/N: Glob bless my betas. Besides creating a beautiful banner for it, @thoughtslikeaminefield​ forced me to take a hard, critical look at this fic. @princessmisery666​ was with me every step of the way and helped develop the plot, and she provided more than a line or two to break loose my creative blockage. As did @monicawoe​. She and @ladylilithprime​ were there with valuable insights and sanity-reinforcing encouragement. @risingphoenix761​​ was a wonderful cheerleader, as well. THANK YOU ALL. 

(Also, since tumblr is an utter bastard, you get underscores instead of horizontal rules because I can’t get the latter to save.)

Also on AO3

Cabin Fever

Cold wind howled. It rattled the garage door behind him and whistled through its seams, but Dean had stopped paying it any mind a while ago. He was plenty warm, and it didn’t have much to do with the space heater clattering in the corner.

Bandit, the husky mix curled on the floor beside him, wasn’t much bothered by the storm, either. He slept soundly at his master’s feet while Dean carefully funneled salt into an empty shotgun shell. Years of practice replaced the necessity of measuring; each eyeballed scoop was perfect. Dean fitted the cap and tapped it gently into place with a rubber mallet, then he set the finished shell aside and reached for the next one.

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If you haven’t read this yet you need too!!

It’s excellent!! Angsty, and brutal and beautiful!! You won’t be disappointed!!

OC Appreciation Day

@alleiradayne @atc74

I hope @slytherkins has already reblogged her own fic to celebrate OC Appreciation Day but just in case she hasn’t I wanted to bring it to your attention.

This is an amazing fic, it’s emotional and beautiful, and the scene setting is magnificent. Dean is so in character and Chloe is the ying to his yang.

It’s a long one, but it’s more than worth it, and I’d read 100k more words if it involved these two 🥰

Lost and Found

Square Filled: Clothes Sharing for @spnkinkbingo & Camp Fire for @spndeanbingo

Characters: Dean x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Tags: oral (female receiving); unprotected sex

Summary: Dean and the reader have something in common; they both want to escape their lives.

Word Count: 1301

Created for @spnkinkbingo & @spndeanbingo​

Dean pulled his gun just to be safe. Years of hunting all kinds of crazy things had taught him it was best to be prepared. He made his way quietly through the woods, alert for sound from any direction.

He’d been hiking for an hour with no sign of other life, not even an animal, except for the occasional birdsong. He was determined to get far away, remove himself from everything. It was working until he came upon this campsite.

Dean walked carefully around the tent and pulled back the flap. There was a sleeping bag, lantern, and a couple of books. This place was inhabited. Question was, where was the occupant?

He heard the rustle of someone walking through the foliage behind him and turned with  his gun raised. Dean was surprised to see a woman with an armload of kindling, and she was purely shocked to see him.

“I…I don’t have any money, just my watch. You can take that.” She was frozen where she stood and clearly not accustomed to having a gun pointed at her.

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👌🏻👍🏻 how else would you react seeing Dean in the middle of the woods??!!

Great job babe 😘

Cabin Fever

Summary: After a hunting accident takes Dean out of the hunting game for good, he retires to a cottage in the woods with his one true love, but it’s not exactly a fairy tale ending. Pain and disability chip away at his Happily Ever After–and his sanity. After he fails to protect Chloe from a monster out of the woods, Dean falls prey to the monsters in his own head, and she and Sam must come to his rescue.

Dean x OFC

Word Count: 17,002

Rating: Mature

Warnings: depression and suicidal ideation, PTSD, chronic pain and disability, animal death, animal attack, alcoholism, heavy angst

A/N: Glob bless my betas. Besides creating a beautiful banner for it, @thoughtslikeaminefield​ forced me to take a hard, critical look at this fic. @princessmisery666​ was with me every step of the way and helped develop the plot, and she provided more than a line or two to break loose my creative blockage. As did @monicawoe​. She and @ladylilithprime​ were there with valuable insights and sanity-reinforcing encouragement. @risingphoenix761​​ was a wonderful cheerleader, as well. THANK YOU ALL. 

(Also, since tumblr is an utter bastard, you get underscores instead of horizontal rules because I can’t get the latter to save.)

Also on AO3

Cabin Fever

Cold wind howled. It rattled the garage door behind him and whistled through its seams, but Dean had stopped paying it any mind a while ago. He was plenty warm, and it didn’t have much to do with the space heater clattering in the corner.

Bandit, the husky mix curled on the floor beside him, wasn’t much bothered by the storm, either. He slept soundly at his master’s feet while Dean carefully funneled salt into an empty shotgun shell. Years of practice replaced the necessity of measuring; each eyeballed scoop was perfect. Dean fitted the cap and tapped it gently into place with a rubber mallet, then he set the finished shell aside and reached for the next one.

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If you haven’t read this yet you need too!!

It’s excellent!! Angsty, and brutal and beautiful!! You won’t be disappointed!!

Cabin Fever

Summary: After a hunting accident takes Dean out of the hunting game for good, he retires to a cottage in the woods with his one true love, but it’s not exactly a fairy tale ending. Pain and disability chip away at his Happily Ever After–and his sanity. After he fails to protect Chloe from a monster out of the woods, Dean falls prey to the monsters in his own head, and she and Sam must come to his rescue.

Dean x OFC

Word Count: 17,002

Rating: Mature

Warnings: depression and suicidal ideation, PTSD, chronic pain and disability, animal death, animal attack, alcoholism, heavy angst

A/N: Glob bless my betas. Besides creating a beautiful banner for it, @thoughtslikeaminefield​ forced me to take a hard, critical look at this fic. @princessmisery666​ was with me every step of the way and helped develop the plot, and she provided more than a line or two to break loose my creative blockage. As did @monicawoe​. She and @ladylilithprime​ were there with valuable insights and sanity-reinforcing encouragement. @risingphoenix761​​ was a wonderful cheerleader, as well. THANK YOU ALL. 

(Also, since tumblr is an utter bastard, you get underscores instead of horizontal rules because I can’t get the latter to save.)

Also on AO3

Cabin Fever

Cold wind howled. It rattled the garage door behind him and whistled through its seams, but Dean had stopped paying it any mind a while ago. He was plenty warm, and it didn’t have much to do with the space heater clattering in the corner.

Bandit, the husky mix curled on the floor beside him, wasn’t much bothered by the storm, either. He slept soundly at his master’s feet while Dean carefully funneled salt into an empty shotgun shell. Years of practice replaced the necessity of measuring; each eyeballed scoop was perfect. Dean fitted the cap and tapped it gently into place with a rubber mallet, then he set the finished shell aside and reached for the next one.

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Guys I cannot express how good this is!!

@slytherkins details are on point, setting the scene and character reflections are amazing! I was there the whole time. I was watching it through Dean’s eyes, I cried with him not for him, I felt like I felt his pain sometimes.

As always with Tara’s stories this could be cannon!! Read it you won’t be disappointed.