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 💚

Thank you 🤗

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Samnesia - Chapter 6 - Calm The Chaos

Series Summary: Brooke is a calming distraction from the chaotic mess of Sam’s life. When a hunt keeps them separated for over a month, Sam returns to find she no longer remembers him. The need to find out what happened while he was gone sends Sam on a case that will change the course of his life. What he discovers along the way will change the way he looks at love.

Chapter Info

Summary: Then: Settled into a sporadic routine, Sam and Brooke spend as much time together as they can. Until Brooke realizes her stalker isn’t who she suspected, and it all becomes too much. 

W/C: 4.4k

Warnings: angst, stalking, fluff, mentions of past cheating.

Characters: Sam Winchester, Original Female Character (Brooke), other OC's.

Extra special shoutout to: @slytherkins - this would not have been possible without her input, she deserves co-write credits.

Beta: @deanwinchesterswitch

Graphics: @talesmaniac89

Then

An overzealous bird tweeted a happy song outside Brooke’s bedroom window. The sound seemed so close that it could have been sitting on her pillow. Somewhere between sleep and consciousness, she wished the window was open so she could throw something at it.

That was, until she felt Sam’s warm, heavy arm draped lazily over her waist. Maybe she had been hasty with her new musical friend. The delightful trill now reflected her mood.

She scooted backward, contouring her body to Sam’s. He hummed happily and curved his body to lock her in closer to his chest. As he lazily kissed her shoulder, a sleep-roughened, “Morning, baby,” vibrated over her skin.

“I like it when your voice is the first one I hear.”

He nuzzled her neck in reply, the tickle of his beard sending a warm shiver down her body that pooled in her center. Her skin danced with pleasant goosebumps, and the memory of the night before throbbed between her legs. Eight days had been too long to be apart, and Sam had taken the time to show her how much he’d missed her. He demonstrated on the kitchen table, the stairs (hence the bruise on the small of her back), and the bed that she’d been on his mind for the achingly long time he’d been gone this time. The broken plates were still strewn across the kitchen floor. Satisfied he’d more than documented the level of his longing, they’d fallen asleep after the fourth round. The mess they’d left in their wake had been forgotten. She should really clean up before…

This is SO CREEPY!!! *shudder* Sam is the BEST, though!!

Creepy indeed but she has Sam for protection 🤗

Samnesia - Chapter 4 - Expectations

Series Summary: Brooke is a calming distraction from the chaotic mess of Sam’s life. When a hunt keeps them separated for over a month, Sam returns to find she no longer remembers him. The need to find out what happened while he was gone sends Sam on a case that will change the course of his life. What he discovers along the way will change the way he looks at love.

Chapter Info

Summary: Then: Sam makes Brooke dinner, and they discuss what they want from their relationship. Dean invites himself to meet Brooke.

W/C: 7k

Warnings: fluff, angst, slow burn, very mild smut, mentions of stalking.

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Original Female Character (Brooke).

Extra special shoutout to: @slytherkins - this would not have been possible without her input, she deserves co-write credits.

Beta: @deanwinchesterswitch

Graphics: @talesmaniac89

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Then

Sam stirred the pot of Mediterranean tomato and pepper sauce carefully to avoid spilling, then checked the texture of the pasta boiling nearby. 

Relax, Sam, it’s all going to plan. 

Taking a calming breath, he scanned Brooke’s kitchen. He’d somehow managed to make a mess on every available surface. 

Sam hadn’t been able to get away to see Brooke all week until tonight. He made sure the bunker was stocked with milk and toilet paper and that there were no pressing matters before he left. All he wanted was a solid few uninterrupted hours to spend with Brooke. 

He’d called her just before four o’clock, already en route to her house, to ask where she was. Since it was a Wednesday afternoon, he assumed (hoped) she was at work. 

Brooke had stepped out of a meeting to take his call, but she promised it would be wrapped up soon and she would be home just after six. Maybe luck was on his side after all. He headed to the grocery store to purchase the ingredients to make dinner, then to the liquor store to pick up a bottle of red wine to complement the dish. 

She had teased him about randomly showing up on her doorstep during one of their conversations and casually dropped the location of where she hid her spare key, just in case he ever decided to do it again when she wasn’t home, as he’d look suspicious just sitting in his car at the curb. It had been a not-so-subtle hint to tell him she wanted to see him again, and she welcomed his random visits. So today, he let himself in and got to work.

Oh, DEAN! You are being awful to your little brother!! LOL!

When is he not?! 😂 you know he takes great pleasure in it 😜

Shared Grief - Part 1 of 3

Summary: Dean and Emily seek comfort together in their shared grief over losing Sam. In their desperation, they may be doing more hurt than healing. Disaster and salvation surprise them both. But all choices come with a price.

Part 1 Warnings: smut, angst, grieving, cheating (sort of), bad decisions, betrayal, suicide mention, fluff, language, alcoholism, show level violence mentioned,

W/C: 6k

Part 1 Characters: Dean Winchester, OFC (Emily), Mentioned: Sam Winchester, Rowena.

Pairing: Dean x OFC.

Notes: sequel to Need Me

A/N: Honestly, it takes a village to raise a fic from idea to post-worthy, and I’d be lost without my village of wonderful people ❤

Betas: @petitgateau911 // @deanwinchesterswitch // all mistakes are my own.

Master Lists: PrincessMisery666 // Fangirlxwritesx67

Dean was treading water. Metaphorically at least. He was doing all he could to keep his head above the surface, and he was exhausted.

Baby roaring along on the open road should have helped. But it didn’t. The journey wasn’t the problem; it was the destination. He and Emily were headed home to the bunker, and it was eating away at him, knowing the ghost of Sam would be stalking its corridors.

Even the Impala felt wrong without his baby brother. Emily was in his place, riding shotgun, leaning close to the open window. Her hair blowing back, mouthing the lyrics to the song playing on the radio, she looked like she was in some cheesy country music video. But the further they got from the town Sam died in, the more she seemed at ease. That was a small relief of sorts.

Dean’s gaze flicked from the road to her. She tilted her head to keep the sun on her face. The collar of her shirt lay askew on her collarbone, caught between her arm and the seat, the exposed edge of the mark he left on her shoulder yesterday shamed him.

There is so much pain here, and they're just taking it out on each other. *sigh*

Repeated Mistakes

Summary: Y/N was nothing but his mistake. One he repeated, again and again. 

Warnings: Angst, smut adjacent, drunkenness. 

W/C: 750ish

Challenge: @negans-lucille-tblr​ 6k Roll The Dice Challenge Prompt: Angst + “You do make me hard, but she makes me weak.” - which is lyrics from “Be My Mistake” by The 1975.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Y/N (She/her)

Pairing: Dean x Y/N.

Notes: This was supposed to be therapeutic but not sure it helped. I needed to get it out before I thought about it too much. Anyway, congrats on the followers Bee, you deserve every one. Love you. 

Betas: @petitgateau911​ // all mistakes remain my own.

Master Lists: Main // Dean Winchester

Y/N had been waiting for it. She hated that she’d sit staring at her phone, simply watching his status, anticipating it changing from last online to typing. She despised the bubble of excitement that rushed through her when it did change. 

Dean: Can I come round? 

She never understood why he asked, she’d never told him no. She wasn’t likely to ever deny him. 

Y/N: You know where the key is.

Dean: Be there in 20.

The routine was no different, he’d go to a bar, not far from her apartment, drink more than he could take, realise how lonely he was, then message Y/N. 

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Owwwwwwwww. This one hurts.

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Midnight

Summary: Y/N goes looking for Demon Dean. It doesn’t end how she expected. 

Warnings: smut, vaginal fingering, dubious consent, language, degradation.

W/C: 997

Bingo: @anyfandomgoesbingo Square Filled: Midnight - it’s mentioned a couple of times so not bolded.

Characters: Demon!Dean, Y/N (she/her)

Pairing: Demon!Dean x Y/N (she/her)

Notes: I don’t know where the f*** this came from. I know I only posted yesterday but if I didn’t post I’d over think this and never post it or it’d get out hand and end up being a mini series 😂. Posting from mobile. Apologies if formatting is off.

Betas: @firefly-in-darkness // @petitgateau911 // @slytherkins // all mistakes are my own.

Master Lists: AFG Bingo // Main // Dean Winchester

Midnight: The crossing of one day to the next. Y/N had started the day with hope. Sam had a lead on Dean and Crowley. They could get Dean back and cure him. His eyes would once again be green and not oily black.

It had not ended how she’d expected.

Y/N had been foolish to think she could stick to the shadows and observe Dean. Yet, fear of him skipping town and losing track of him once again had her throwing caution to the wind. His hunter skills alone would have been enough to make stalking him impossible. Add to that whatever heightened senses he possessed now that he was a demon, and it had been a doomed plan from the get-go.

The blind hope and faith of getting her boyfriend back guided her into the thin alleyway. Y/N focused on dodging around dumpsters and discarded trash so as to not alert him to her stalking, completely missing the darkened doorway.

“Hey, sweetheart.”

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Demon!Dean is seriously hot. Whew!!

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For the fic writers who need to hear it....

This is your official reminder that it’s okay if you don’t write smut, whether you do it rarely or not at all. It’s okay. Your stories are just fine, perhaps even great, maybe even phenomenal. Don’t let the note counts you may see on smut get in the way of your creativity. You’re doing a fantastic job. Keep on being yourself and following your heart and writing what you feel whenever the muse hits. There are readers out there who want what you have to give. You rock. 😘

Thanks for the reminder 😉