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Hey Guys! I have a favor to ask, as a part of our college assignment we are supposed to make a blog. So a bunch if us have come up with something on wordpress and it would be really great if you could check it out ! Thank you so much !! 

https://cultartxic.wordpress.com/- this is the link to it ! 

Thank you so much again ! It truly means a lot to me :)

Hi! Are you still doing requests? If you are, could you do one where the reader is the boys younger sister and she gets hurt on a hunt because one of the boys distracts her? It's bad so they think she died but she pulls through? Thank you!

Yes i shall do that !!

Could I maybe pretty please be in your tag list. Your fics are amazing x

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A Secret Something

Summary - You and Dean had been best friends ever since you were kids. Now that you were both 16 and your fathers were hunting together more and more often it made sense for you, Dean and Sam to all stay with eachother and attend school while they worked jobs nearby. Two teenagers, best friends, living together, some newfound attraction and two scary hunter dads. What could go wrong?

Pairings - Dean x Reader

Warnings - Swearing, drinking, smut, fluff

Part Three

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Almost an hour later you both stumbled through the front door of the motel room telling eachother to be quiet as you both fell around laughing at nothing in particular. Making your way to the counter you poured two glasses of water for the both of you and put them on the bed side table while Dean had starfished fully clothed on top of your bed.

Pulling at his leg and calling out his name you tried and failed to get him to move so you took off his shoes for him and went about taking off your Jeans and pulling out your bra from the sleeves leaving you in a top and panties.

Climbing over Dean so that you were sat ontop of him you pulled at his jacket trying to rouse him “De move your ass” You moaned at him causing him sit up “I’m up, i’m up” He moaned with his eyes still shut, he opened them lazily to find you sat straddling him unzipping his jacket. Looking down and then up at you very slowly with a cheeky grin before settling on your face “Hey sweetheart what you doing there?”

“Nothing, it’s bed time” You smiled at him knowing exactly what he was thinking continuing to coax his jacket over his arms, once he was freed he placed his hand softly on your back and leaned his face closer towards yours. His nose rubbing yours ever so slightly as the green of his eyes looked straight into yours, he was so close you could feel his breath on your lips.

He didn’t move any further than this, his hand pressed firmer into your back and his eyes simply looked into yours seeking permission. Suddenly the affects of the alcohol seemed to dissapear as he looked at you like this with such intentsity and almost fear? His wide green eyes didn’t hold any of his cocky confidence anymore, he simply looked vulnerable to you as though he was scared of what your reaction would be.

Seeing the innocence in his eyes stirred something deep inside you. He was looking at you like he wanted you. He wasn’t just after a drunken kiss and grind, he wanted to kiss you.

Your chest was beating heavy as you looked back at him and it just stirred you on, you wanted him. Not just as a drunken kiss and grind, you wanted him back.

Courage washed over you as you leaned forward meeting his lips with yours. He groaned into you almost immediately as he reciprocated the kiss, starting slow your lips moved soft against eachother until he licked your lower lip seeking permision to enter causing you to hum into his mouth as you allowed him. Grabbing you tighter pushing his chest to yours his hands moved down your sides gripping your waist he lifted his hips grinding up into you making you cry out for him.

After what felt like hours you lifted your head up trying to find some air to fill your lungs, he kissed down your neck hungrily. His stubble scratching you ever so slightly as his hands moved up and down your sides, lifting your top so that he could stroke the soft skin there. His rough hands moving down over your hips squeezing you as he groaned in pleasure that you weren’t wearing any trousers.

Leaning away from him you ran your hands greedily down the muscles on his chest and sides before grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head throwing it to the side.

Looking up at him his eyes were hazy from the drink but they were darker with hunger his lips soft and plump from kissing you, he looked at you as though you were the only thing that he could see and it made you burn with desire for him. Pulling off your top you saw his eyes go down to your chest and his jaw drop before his lips were there kissing every inch of you he could reach.

Overwhelmed with pleasure he squeezed you tight and flipped you onto your back so that he was sat in between your legs. Eyeing you up his hands traveled across your stomach and up to your breasts before he leaned down to kiss you there taking a bud in his mouth licking it softly as your hands found his hair to pull on, the new sensation overwhelming you.

“De that feels so good” You breathed out to him as he moaned back in appreciation before stepping off the bed to take off his trousers eyeing you carefully. Looking straight back at him drawing your tongue against your lower lip you couldn’t help but let out a small whine as you saw his naked bow legs leading up to his black boxers which could barely contain his hardness.

He smiled at your response, the hunger growing stronger in him as he crawled over you pulling his hands through your hair kissing you passionately as your hands raked down his back and your legs wrapped around him pulling him down to you desperate to find any kind of friction. Groaning in response he pulled back suddenly, his eyes growing wide as he took a sharp breath in “Fucking hell sweetheart”

His barely covered penis was running over your folds through your underwear and the sensations were almost too much, he ran two fingers over them swearing as he found them soaking wet from a mixture of the both of you.

You both stopped for a moment breathing heavily, his hand waiting over your underwear his eyes looking your face over as he moved to kiss the inside of your leg softly. While you wanted Dean so bad in that moment fear started to wash over you.

No one had touched you the way that he had already done and now he was asking for more. You trusted him with your whole heart but you’d only recently started touching yourself and the idea of him doing that just felt so overwhelming.

Taking in a breath you sat yourself up facing him your fingers tracing his jawline “De i don’t know” you shook your head slightly looking down feeling almost embarrassed as he cupped your cheek and rubbed his thumb over it forcing you to look up to him with a soft expression over his face “Sweetheart do you want to stop?” You nodded slowly before letting out a small apology.

“Y/N that’s okay don’t say sorry! Baby i wouldn’t want to make you do something you don’t want to do. This is fast for me too.” Chuckling to himself he leaned down before kissing you gently on the lips making you smile into him “It’s late why don’t we just get some sleep?”

Smiling up at him you were so thankful that somebody this sweet cared about you, moving over to allow him space you led yourself underneath the covers facing him as he joined you. You both smiled into eachother as you shared soft kisses, your fingertips outlined his stubble and his thumb ran softly over your hip.

Chuckling to yourself you whispered into his lips “Guess dad was right that guys only want one thing” this earned a groan from him as his eyes went wide with fear. “He’s going to kill me, he’s actually going to kill me”

Laughing loudly at his response you tried to stroke his cheek “Oh yeah we are never telling them about this! We’re just going to have to pretend that nothings going on” Smiling up at you he kissed your nose.

“So is this something then?” He questioned quietly a cocky grin running over his lips as he waited eagerly for your response. Questioning his face for a second you bit your lip before responding “I think maybe it could be something, but a secret something!” Dean nodded in response before you both laughed and his hands found your face kissing you deeply before you both fell asleep cuddled up into eachother.

It was the best nights sleep you’d had in months, the sweet mix of too much alcohol and Deans protective arms wrapped around you had you dreaming of sweet things. The smell of his hair gel and leather settled in you as you nestled back into him.

Opening your eyes you were thankful for the glass of water you placed wating for you the night before, your throat was so dry it felt like you were going to choke. Downing almost the entire glass you noticed that your head had a low buzz from the slight hangover and you groaned in annoyance before checking the time.

10.50am.

“Shit, oh shit! Dean get up! Sammy’s going to be back any minute get your ass out of bed!” Rolling over you rocked his arm back and forth, he moved up to grab your wrist with both hands instinctively stopping you until he realised it was you “What, what’s going on?”

Blinking his eyes open he groaned and rubbed his palm to his forehead, his hangover was evidently kicking in and you let yourself laugh a little at him as you ran around the bed looking for your clothes.

“De it’s almost 11 Sammy’s coming through that door any second and our clothes are thrown around the room, get your ass out of bed!”

Your tone was filled with panic which made Dean look up and pay attention to you. However you were standing by the bed with the only clothing on being your panties as you pulled up your jeans still unsure of where your bra was. The sight clearly distracted him as he lost his train of thought and sat there smiling at you biting his lip until you clapped your hands infront of his face.

“De i’m serious please help me” You begged him pulling out your puppy dog eyes as he looked at you and apologised standing up and handing you your bra that was next to his side of the bed. He was standing there in his tight black boxers he’d fallen asleep in which were now made evidently tighter by his morning wood. Taking the bra thanking him you gestured to his underwear tilting your head unamused “C’mon De seriously?”

“Oh yeah, uhh, morning, sorry” He gave you a small shrug with a side smile leaning down to help pick up the mess before he found some jeans for himself. After the panic of waking up late settled from you you poured out two mugs of coffee for you both to be greeted by two large hands wrapping around your waist and a soft kiss landing on your neck.

“Good morning sweetheart” he murmered into you as you twisted around to meet him, your eyes creasing from the smile he’d just planted on your face. “Good morning yourself” You smiled at him reaching your arms over his neck pulling him down to you kissing him softly, smiling against your lips he kissed you back slightly harder until you were pulling your hands through his hair and his fingertips were dragging into your hips pressing you into him.

You wished that you could stay just like this, just like you two for the whole weekend but ofcourse it had to end. The rattle of the keys in the front door broke you both apart, Dean sitting down at the kitchen table rapidly in an attempt to hide his erection and you turning your back to the door allowing your flushed skin to go down before Sammy walked in.

For the next week this is how you two survived, stealing kisses in the few moments that you could before breaking away as soon as you had started trying to leave no evidence behind. Stealing touches and having silent conversations growing more and more frustrated that Sammy was always there.

Thank god that he was too young to pick up on what was going, you could swear that at some points the sexual tension between you two was strong enough to cut with a knife. Even navigating the kitchen became dangerous as Dean would pass behind you holding his hand to your hip and you’d both freeze involuntarily for a moment just feeling eachother neither of you getting what you both craved.

Deans showers had become more frequent and yours had become longer. A fact that he had definitely noticed, his jaw dropping at you eyes full of lust as you left the bathroom with a cheeky grin looking bashful and ignoring eye contact with him laughing to yourself.

The only time you got to actually be with eachother was when you could steal eachother at school. Sitting on the field sharing small kisses and holding hands navigating through the hallways. Not having to hide your relationship was so freeing and to have Dean actually want to hold your hand and be romantic enough to kiss your cheek without any embarassement made you feel invincible. This strong macho teenager who was rough and masculine was acting so soft and carefree as though this new relationship that you had started just seemed to stir something kind in him and lighten that load that he carried on his shoulders.

He was happy because he was with you and god if that wasn’t the best feeling in the world.

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Heyyy everybody! I was thinking of making a small part 3 of "Part Of the Family" since I am not too happy with it's ending. So there definitely will be a part 3! Let me know what you all think :)

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