Factory Reset (Dean/Reader)

Title: Factory Reset

Rating: Explicit

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Female Reader

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: Dean’s admired your hunting skills and prowess for years. You have a relationship with the eldest Winchester built on mutual respect and a level playing field when it comes to handling monsters and having each other’s back.

When a wrong assumption he’s had for years is corrected, it leads to both of you being presented with an opportunity to explore and be honest with the feelings that are hiding just under the surface.

Word Count: 14,801

Tags: Dean Winchester Gets Pegged, Strap-Ons, Friends to Lovers, Bad-Ass Hunter/Reader, Angst, Fluff, Smut, Consensual Sex, Power Dynamics, Taking Care of Dean Winchester

Notes: Posted on AO3 4-17-22. Inspiration for this story - I saw this on my Twitter feed one day, with the poster applying this to Dean Winchester: I’m that sub who talks shit until your dick slams me so hard it hits my factory reset and I’m like “How can I help you today, Sir?” Read full notes on AO3, where there’s also a link to the PodFic version. 

Chapter 1

“I had it under control.” Dean tosses back another shot of whisky.

You scoff, pouring him another. “Sure, Winchester. That’s why I had to bust in, guns blazing, to save your competent ass from a pack of werewolves.” 

The both of you are doing that dance you always do when you land on Sam and Dean’s bunker doorstep. It’s the Who Hunted It Best Competition. Sam tapped out early, like he always does when you two got going. He’d rather go do some research, or head back to his room and sext with Eileen, than get drunk and listen to the chest-thumping. 

You’re sure if you were on the outside looking in, you’d probably agree with Sam. It’s been hard-earned and taken years, but your reputation as a resourceful, resilient hunter is one you wear with a badge of honor. And, when you can revel in the times you’ve saved the legend that is Dean Winchester… well, you aren’t going to pass that up. Hence, anytime you are within a 100-mile radius of Lebanon, you end up here. 

Dean’s always been grateful; considers you one of only a handful he’d want to have in his corner if Sam wasn’t available. But, it doesn’t mean he’s going to cop to your skills being better honed than his anytime soon.

Really, the discussion is getting so heated at the moment, that you wouldn’t be surprised if Dean pulled out his dick and draped it atop the kitchen table to compare lengths.

Even though you don’t have a dick.

Well, at least not a real one.

Your strap-on is tucked away in your duffle.

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Admin Michelle here with another SPNFanFicPond Fic Highlight!

I hope that gif got your attention, because that is how I pictured Dean near the end of this fic!

Say you’ve been curious about Dean getting pegged, but you’re not sure that it’s really your thing. Maybe you’ve read a fic or two and thought, “Meh. I don’t know.”

Stop what you’re doing and READ THIS FIC.

I am that person I described above. The idea of pegging someone just doesn’t do much for me. I’ve read a pegging fic or two. They were from the POV of the recipient, and I thought, “Well, that sounds awesome for them! But what about the woman giving him the business? What’s she getting out of this?”

This fic answers that question.

Getting to see Dean Winchester become a mess all because of you? HOT AF!!!! For those folks who always say that if Dean were bisexual, he still wouldn’t be a bottom so this is not something you think Dean would do, give it a try. This is Dean’s first time considering this, and his curiosity is well written here. And the lead up to the actual smut? I melted into my chair when Dean started telling her all about what inspired his prep sessions. This is a fic that if it had a video, I would watch that shit on repeat, man.

This fic has a badass reader character, hot AF Dean Winchester, plenty of lead up to the smut, and the smut is GLORIOUS. It’s the complete package!

In short, even if you think this might not be for you, give it a shot. (If you’re absolutely sure it’s not for you, then skip it. We do not encourage actively reading something you know you’ll dislike. I’m only talking to the people on the fence.) Read it and let us know what you think!!

I skipped the smut but read the rest and this is an awesome fic! I love the reader, confident, badass and not falling at Dean’s feet or the damsel in distress 😋 the descriptions of her rescuing Dean from the vamp was damn near poetry.

Excellent writing and perfectly executed, I love how they didn’t just get right down to it when Dean suggested it, perfect and realistic 💜

Sam Is Wearing Green Today

Warnings/Genres/Troupes: fluff. 

W/C: 450

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester.  

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader (you - no descriptions of gender, body type, or ethnicity).

A/N: I had a dream that I shared with @deanwinchesterswitch , and she encouraged me to write it out, so here it is - purely self-indulgent fluffy Sam appreciation.

Betas: @deanwinchesterswitch

Graphics: dividers @firefly-graphics

Master Lists: Sam Winchester // All The Fandoms

Sam Is Wearing Green Today.

Sam’s wearing a green plaid shirt today. It’s distracting. You're supposed to be listening to Dean and the theory of what creature you're hunting. But it's all white noise because Sam is wearing green today. 

If you were more poetic, you could have described how it made his kaleidoscope eyes brighter. You could have likened it to a forest of evergreens, alive and fresh, or Autumn nipping at Summer’s nose, tingeing the edges of green leaves with brown. But you can’t find the perfect description because Sam is wearing green today. 

Your nose is stuck in a book, but your eyes are locked on Sam. The white noise fades, and his voice comes into focus while he counters Dean’s theory and offers his own. You also have a theory, a mixture of both being correct. But you can’t voice it because Sam is weaning green today.

Dean’s phone rings, and he steps away from the table to answer it. Sam glances over at you, and though you know you’re staring, you're unable to look away. He offers the softest smile as he stands, probably feeling extremely uncomfortable under your watchful eye. But you can’t stop your ogling because Sam is wearing green today. 

You follow his movement as he walks to refill his coffee mug, going as far as turning your head to look over your shoulder to keep your gaze trained on him. The shirt looks soft, and you're momentarily jealous that it gets to caress his skin all day. Does it know how lucky it is? You chuckle to yourself at how ridiculous the thought is. But it makes total sense because Sam is wearing green today.  

I think this is the best photo I have of Jared wearing green. Got some blue flannel from NOLA 2021 that also makes me weak, though!

Love this little ficlet!!

Oh I love it 🥰 and the beanie 🥰💚

Blue is also good 😍💙🩵

Thanks for reading and sharing 💚

Seen

A chance encounter could lead to something more.

Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 288

Sam babbles on about what an honor it is to meet you and how impressed he is that you have lived up to the reputation that precedes you. Giving him a polite smile, you wait for an opening to make your exit. The guy is likable enough, but you genuinely don’t care what he thinks of you.

Honestly, you haven’t cared what anyone’s thought of you in a long time. You know you’re worth. Your value isn’t centered around the opinions of others.

Well respected in the hunting community for your skills and knowledge, you don’t care about the recognition. Yes, you are better than most, average compared to others. You do your job. Save those you can, kill the monster of the week, and then move on. You are perfectly fine with the status quo of your life.

That is until you meet him.

You immediately feel seen in a way you never have before. Entire being—body and soul—flayed open and laid bare for him to examine. Whole existence questioned and accepted all in the blink of an eye. 

Stepping forward, he holds out a hand in greeting. The smile you receive makes your heart rattle the cage of your ribs so violently that you feel sure your chest is literally going to crack open on the spot. Mentally kicking yourself, you physically take a step back and shake your head. 

He falters, his hand beginning to drop, smile fading. The moment of hesitation is your moment of salvation—a redemption you never dared to look for or expected to receive.

A slow smile spreads over your features, and the corners of his eyes crinkle as you reach for his hand. 

“Hi. I’m Y/N.”

“Dean. Dean Winchester.”

Love Me Some Pie

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Oh wow. Love at first sight captured in so few words!!

Clean up on aisle Stacey!! Wow! 🥵

Book of Revelations (And A Side of Coffee)

Summary: You love Sam. He loves you. But both of you are too chicken to do anything about your feelings, until matchmaker Dean Winchester (aka Cupid) steps in.

Characters: Sam Winchester x F!Reader, Dean Winchester.

Words: 1.3K.

Warnings: pure unfiltered fluff, some mentions of sex.

A/N: Formerly a Patreon exclusive. Beta: @princessmisery666 but all the genera bullshit is entirely mine. While likes are gold, feedback is golden. Please support our content creators by sharing our work.

You drop a handful of chopped onions into the pot on the stove, giving the bubbling liquid a quick stir, when you hear Dean’s voice sound behind you.

“Hey,” he starts, “what would you say is your perfect date?”

You rotate on your heel, narrowing your eyes at the older Winchester standing in the doorway. “Are we talking about some Miss Congeniality deal or like… a genuine date? With a person?”

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Too frigging sweet 💜and Dean is the perfect matchmaker ❤️‍🔥🥰

Tattered: The Prodigal’s Redemption

A SPN ABO Fan-fiction Series

Featuring: Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader x Alpha!Dean

Word Count: ~4575

Warnings, etc: Hospitals, at risk pregnancy, hormonal imbalances, amnesia, claiming, little bit of blood, Sam and Dean tag team smut, emotional sex.

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Special shout out to @lastactiontricia​ for putting up this series the entire time.

Sam

I’ve never been more grateful to be heading back to Bobby’s. Dean’s been an ass this entire case—- it wasn’t even a case, just infiltration and trying to secure a way in to end Dick Roman. But it took longer than we had hoped.

Though the IT girl, Charlie, seems to think it’s all doable. So, we’ve got that now that Garth has some sort of ancient spell tablet that is giving us some sort of direction. Thanks to a new prophet named Kevin. Poor kid.

The stress of being away from our Omega is making us both snippy, but Dean must be close to rut or something because I want absolutely nothing to do with him. His scent even seems off, which doesn’t make sense, I’ve been around him since he’s presented. He’s never smelled this— gross.

We’re driving through Sioux Falls when I get a text from Bobby and my stomach gives out.

“Turn around,” I might yell. 

Dean’s head whips around and he glares. I hit the call button and side eye him as I wait for Bobby to answer. “They’re at the hospital.”

“What?! Is she okay?!” Dean growls.

“I don’t know, Dean, that’s all Bobby said. ‘Meet us at SF General.’”

He pulls an illegal U-turn and floors it. Bobby doesn’t answer, but he texts again saying to not come stomping in. He gives me a room number. I know it’s her, otherwise she’d be the one texting us. I just don’t know if it’s the pups or —-

“They’re on the fourth floor. The Omega Health Pavillion.”

“Fucking hell. We never should have left,” Dean curses and changes lanes.

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So glad they figured out what was wrong and how to fix it 😍💜

But we’re getting closer to Dick Roman and I don’t like the potential of that ending 😔

Pure

Purgatory is heartbreaking in its purity.

Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 421

NSFW-18+; Canon typical violence

You’re tired …bone tired.

Months in Purgatory, running, fighting, barely sleeping for fear of being discovered and killed.

He saw it in your eyes, the need for connection to keep your will alive—needed it as much as you, which is the only reason he agreed.

After scouting the area, he backs you against a tree and drags your jeans down around your ankles. He fingers you through your first orgasm, driving home the pleasure with a rough kiss, thumb massaging your clit. 

As you pant, trying to catch your breath, he opens his jeans just enough to free himself, tugging on his length as he quickly scans the area, and you take a moment to admire him. Power, rage, and a benevolent soul encased in a vessel of such sublime beauty that not even the layers of blood and dirt can diminish its brilliance. 

You can’t help but reach out, fingertips lightly grazing over his cheek to capture his attention, wanting to bask in the warmth of his essence, if only for a brief second. Turning at your touch, he smiles, licks his lips, and nudges between your legs, eyes now hungry, focused on you. Balanced on your toes, tree bark rough even through your flannel, zipper scraping against soft skin, belt buckle poking into the tender meat of your thigh, it’s a vulnerable position, for both of you, but you don’t care.

Face buried in your neck, plush chapped lips pressed to sweaty flesh, each grunt muffled as he ruts into you. He’s an amalgamation of contrasts—hard muscle and soft flesh, rough skin and gentle touches, fiery passion and cool competence—that coalesce into a surreal mix of sensation. It’s raw, simultaneously breathtaking and heart-wrenching in its purity.

You catch the movement over his shoulder as Dean starts hammering into you with vigor. You aren’t sure if they are enjoying the show or biding their time. Probably both.

With a final hard thrust of his hips, Dean buries himself deep inside you, spilling his seed hot and thick as you clench around him—a moment of euphoric bliss.

As he begins to pull away, they make their move. 

Still a bit off-kilter, Dean lands hard on his ass when you forcibly shove him away. The vamp’s blade effortlessly slices through your chest. Sliding down the tree, the last vision you see, the last glorious voice you hear before slipping into blissful oblivion, is Dean grabbing the machete from the ground next to him and swinging viciously with a roar of your name.

Woman!! What are you doing to me!!

Dirty Sweet

Dean's girl is a handful and he wouldn't have it any other way.

Word Count: 594

A naughty little ficlet for @impala-dreamer

NSFW-18+ Inspired by the song Bang a Gong (Get It On) by T-Rex - (Link goes to Spotify.) Reviewed and approved by: @princessmisery666.

Wild and untamed, a vision clad in black, hand pressed against the top of the jukebox, back arched, a single knee bent, body moving in sync with the rhythm of the song currently playing. The neon lights above the machine create a vibrant blue halo around her profile.

Gotta love Dean in love 😍 and of course his girl is dirty and sweet 😍🥰

Desire

Any Male x Reader

Word Count: 116

Cool metal warms under the luxuriant heat sizzling beneath your skin, pinned by a corded forearm resting near your shoulder and a muscled thigh pressed taut between your trembling legs. Thick, long, talented fingers brand a path down the pebbled flesh of your arm.

The same electrified desire coursing within you sparks in the darkened depths of a salacious stare. A smile teases at the corner of sinfully lush lips, wetted by a plump tongue, large palm resting firmly against your hip, timbre rich and smooth like fresh maple syrup warmed by the sun.

“Tell me you want me.”

Muscles tense and flex, body arching, reaching for his, your gasped response captured by an intoxicating kiss.

Another drabble!!

Okay but because it’s you I had Dean in my head until those words were spoken and then I was BOOM 💥 it’s Sam!! 🤤

Now I need a cold shower 🚿 😝

He is the Storm

Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 118

A loud clap of thunder startles you, and Dean whispers against your lips that he’ll keep you safe. You smile, trusting that he always will. 

You relinquish your heart and soul to him, letting them be swept away on the tumultuous wave of his desire. He is the cold gust of wind that ruffles your hair and dances over your skin, warning you of what’s to come. The bright ferocity of a lightning strike that sets your heart racing and senses tingling. The rumbling thunder that rolls through your bones and makes your body thrum. The downpour that slakes your thirst and drenches you in his love.

Dean isn’t your safe harbor in the storm—Dean is the storm.

🤩 beautiful 😍

And yay 😀 you wrote a drabble 🥳🥰

Tell Me You Believe Me

Summary: The path through proves to be more tangled in assumptions and righteous pride than either imagined. Neither wants to walk away, but belief has been challenged, and trust weakened by rumors. One wrong turn, one misplaced comment, and they will never find their way back home… back to each other.

Pairing: Dean x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ Angst; Some fluff; Language; Mentions of sex work(nothing graphic); Canon divergence; Descriptions of high emotional distress; Possible triggers

Betas: @princessmisery666 and @wayward-and-worn

Word Count: 4,667

Author’s Note: This part also took a little inspiration from the song Redemption by The Strange Familiar.

A stab of terror pierces her heart, and a wave of bile churns in her gut. “Dean, wait…,” she screams, but no sound passes her lips, “please don’t walk out on me again,” strangled by the clutch of emotion. She stumbles, blindly reaching for him, tears streaking down her face. Entire body trembling, she grasps the back of the couch, nerve endings raw and alight, flesh beaded with sweat.

He makes it to the end of the porch before his knees finally give, and he has to lean against the pillar to stay upright. “Fuck!” he shouts into the darkness, but the word barely comes out in a whisper, chest tight with fear. This can’t be the way their story ends.

I believe!! I believe these two can make it work, there’s too much love and unfinished business between them. If anyone can make it work, it’s these 2.

Thank you Kym for taking us in the emotional rollercoaster, I’ve definitely come away bruised but it was one hell of a ride!!

Catch Me

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Song Prompt from Unclaimed Love Songs: Arms by Christina Perri

Word Count: 105

Dean rested against the back of the impala when you pulled into the motel parking lot. Removing the key from the ignition, you paused before opening the door and stepping out.

His attention on the highway he asked, “you just getting back?”

“Yeah.”

He heard everything in that single syllable; his lower lip rolled under his teeth.

“What are you doing out here?”

When he didn’t answer, you lifted your gaze to find him staring back.

One second.

Two.

With something akin to resignation, you stepped closer.

His arms came around you, your face pressed into his chest. You were exhausted, weak, broken…

…and safe.

😢😩 after this week I need a Dean hug and this was perfect 😍

Even Better Than Pie

Summary: Y/N knows just how to make Dean smile.

A/N: Saw this post - and this fluffy piece just demanded to be written.

Warnings: None really. Kissing. Implied smut. Smidge of angst. Pretty much, all fluff.

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Y/N

Word Count: 787

The beautiful divider below and at the bottom were created by @talesmaniac89.

Y/N walked into the library, wiping her hands on the yellow apron she wore, and looking for Dean. She found him in one of the padded chairs nestled into the corner of the bookshelves. He had his feet up on one of the wooden chairs, and he looked relaxed. But Y/N knew him well enough to know his mind was somewhere else, by the way his head was tilted to one side, and his rough fingers ran contemplatively back and forth across his lips.

As he noticed her approach, his expression shifted and a soft smile blossomed on his face. “Hey.” He said quietly.

Y/N reached him and climbed into his lap, straddling his outstretched legs and pressing her knees into the chair on either side of his thighs. 

“Hey yourself.” She responded with a smile, reaching out to scrape her long fingernails through the scruff on his cheek. “Penny for your thoughts?”

Dean shook his head lightly. “N’ah, definitely not worth a whole penny.”

This was sweeter than pie 🥧💜 love it 🥰

When the Walls Come Down

Summary: Memories and longing chip away at the walls they built to protect their hearts, but as their defenses begin to crumble, shame and regret seep through the cracks threatening to leave love buried beneath the rubble.

Pairing: Dean x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ Angst; A tiny bit of fluff; Dean being Dean; Language; Implication of sex work; Canon divergence; Descriptions of high emotional distress; Possible triggers

Betas: @princessmisery666 and @wayward-and-worn

Word Count: 7,532

Jody was kind enough to inform them of the other’s impending arrival. Jody didn’t tell them that Dean had texted the day before the get-together to say that Sam would be coming alone and that Y/N had called not ten minutes later with a lame excuse of her own for not attending. 

The thing with the sleeve makes me swoon 😍 and breaks my heart 💔❤️‍🩹

The assumptions, the words they aren’t saying, the miscommunication. The raw, visceral emotions it’s devastatingly good and STILL hurts 😢 😭

Dreams of Happiness

Summary: You’re doing well in your new life—many would say you’re ‘living the dream’. The only problem is, it’s not the life you dreamed of living.

Pairing: Dean x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ Angst; Some fluff; Language; Mentions of smut; Canon divergence.

Betas: @princessmisery666 and @wayward-and-worn

Word Count: 2,747

It’s been a long time since you’ve attended one of the monthly gatherings. The possibility of seeing Dean makes your chest clench with pain, punching the air from your lungs. Yet, you miss your found family, and avoiding them to avoid him, serves no purpose. Besides, you're in a better place emotionally now. At least that’s what you keep telling everyone, anyway.

Eyes scanning the room as you pull out of Jody’s hug, your heart stalls at her next words, unsure if it’s from gratified relief or abject longing.

A life not lived, a dream not shared, and stubborn pride at its finest. This STILL hurts like hell no matter how many times I read it.

Use Me

Gif from this post by @dunderklumpen

Summary: You'll do anything to make Dean's nightmares go away.

Warnings/Explicit 18+: Bit of smut, mostly angst, so - smangst. Nothing too crazy. Implied, future smut, nakedness, featuring Dean's mouth.

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Y/N

Word Count: 650

A/N: I saw this post, and immediately wanted to make my baby feel better. This is what floated through my head. Enjoy! 😊

The beautiful divider below and at the bottom was created by @talesmaniac89

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"Dean?" You call softly from the side of his bed. 

You know not to get too close when he's having nightmares like these, head twisting from side to side, limbs thrashing, muscles clenched tight and rigid.

"Dean?" You call again, but he's not responding; he's too lost in the horrors in his mind, and the way his beautiful face contorts in pain makes tears shimmer in your eyes.

It's been such a horrific few days for him. He finally got out of the hospital earlier that afternoon, barely healed from the physical wounds Alastair had heaped upon him.

You weren't sure he'd ever fully recover from the emotional evisceration the devil spawn had doled out to him.

Sam had been the one to tell you, Dean wouldn't even talk about it. But you knew he was blaming himself, telling himself that he was weak and pathetic for caving beneath the torture of Alastair's blade.

You'd tried to talk to him about it, but he'd silenced you with a couple harsh words and then a gentle squeeze of your hand to try and soften them.

But now he's obviously drowning in his pain, and you're desperate to end it. Or to ease it, at least.

So, with that in mind, you venture closer to the bed and reach out your hand to shake his shoulder. It takes ages of shaking him and calling his name to finally pull him out of hell again, and back to your side.

When he wakes, his bright green eyes fly open, a small dark spot marring the white part near his iris - blood vessels broken and bleeding from Alastair's fists the day before. 

But it's healing, getting smaller. His true wounds lie in the terror and hopelessness you can read easily in his verdant gaze. 

You push your fingers through the sweaty hair at his temple, trying to soothe him.

Half Timing, Half Luck

Pairing: (future) Sam Winchester x Reader

Song Prompt from Unclaimed Love Songs: Haven’t Met You Yet by Michael Buble

Word Count: 106

Soulmate AU where the first words you speak to your soulmate are tattooed on their body.

You did this, you talked yourself up, then talked yourself down. Began a conversation with a handsome stranger across the cafe only to become disappointed and shut down.

Your friend frowned sympathetically when you dropped into the seat across from her, and offered to gather her things for a speedy exit.

Not quite moping, you tugged at the collar of your sweater, finger absently tracing the scribbling cursive that underlined your collarbone.

What kind of first words were you’re safe now anyway?

You didn’t realize you were staring at the stranger the next table over until their gaze happened to flash upwards and locked with yours.

part 2 coming soon...

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*squeals in fangirl* 😃 excited for this one!!