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I Like the Disease — Memories and Nightmares

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I Like the Disease

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Memories and Nightmares

Demon!Dean x Reader; Dean x Reader

Word Count: 3,305

Warnings: Demon!Dean (ya know if you’re not into that), light smut, language, curing a demon, and Demon!Dean just being his normal asshole self :)

Summary: Based on episode 3 of season 10 “Soul Survivor” but with a little twist on it. Through out trying to cure Dean all you want is your Dean back. Memories of the two of you together in your relationship throughout the years make their way through your mind. Until something happens and the sweet memories start to become nightmares. 

A/N: The second part will come out soon don’t worry :) Maybe tomorrow after work! Big shout out and thank you to @bovaria ​ and @abaddonwithyall ​ :* thanks babes for helping me!! And here’s just some tags :) @pada-ackles ​, @redlittlefox ​, @bookshido ​, @sincerelysaraahh ​, @sinceriouslyamellpadalecki ​ ((I’m probably missing a few and I’m sorry if I did!!))

Positive feedback is most definitely welcomed!!! 

Originally posted by out-in-the-open

Originally posted by cassywinchestertheangel

Your name: submit What is this?

The one thought that was running through your mind at the moment was: “ Is this really happening? ” You sat down on the cold floor of the bunker in the hallway, with your back against the wall. You couldn’t go back in there. You couldn’t see those beautiful green eyes, which used to show so much love, turn that eerie onyx. The things he said to you, of what he thought, felt, or did while he was gone, was too much. You knew he was trying to mess with your head, but deep down you had this feeling that maybe it was all true and that was his whole ploy.

Knowing you couldn’t take anymore, Sam told you that he’d take over, and when you felt like coming back in you could. But you didn’t know if you had the strength to. Hearing Dean talk about how he hated, and still hates both you and Sam, followed by Sam trying to convince him that he wasn’t himself and that it was just the demon talking. Dean would laugh, telling him he was wrong. And then Dean would scream out in pain whenever another dose ran through his veins. It brought you to tears.

What had happened to your family?

“Come on babe, just five more minutes,” Dean groaned out from under the sheets, grabbing the pillow and placing it above his head.

“No, now come on we have to get going or else Sam is going to wonder why we aren’t out there,” you said as you searched through your bag, trying to find your skinny jeans. You yelped out when you felt two strong arms wrap around your waist and pull you back into bed.

“Then let him wonder,” you felt Dean say into your shoulder, moving you so you were lying underneath him. He then started to kiss your neck, making his way up to that special spot behind your ear.

“Dean Winchester, I-I will not be…I will not be p-persuaded aga—” your fingers went to card through his hair as his lips met yours. You gave in and he smiled into the kiss because he knew he had won yet again. His tongue slid along your bottom lip, wanting to have access to explore your mouth. You gladly let him, which caused you to moan, only wanting more. Right as you felt Dean’s calloused hands slide under your shirt to take it off again, there was a loud banging at the door.

“Guys, are we going or what?! I’m sorta hungry!” Sam shouted through the door, banging a few more times.

Dean huffed out as his head fell back into your shoulder. He gently collapsed his weight on top of you. Your fingers slowly glided down his back and across his neck. “I told you, did I not?” you giggled.

“Yeah. Yeah. Remind me to kill him later,” Dean said. His arms went under your back holding you tight as he laid there, making himself comfortable.

“He didn’t do anything, Dean. He’s just wonde—”

The door shook again with the bangs of an irritated Sam Winchester. “Hello? Let’s move it, please! We don’t have all day, people!”

“Damn him,” Dean said under his breath before turning his head towards the door. “Okay, we’ll be out in a minute! Can’t you wait a few more minutes? Geez,” Dean got up on his elbows and gave you a quick kiss before he got out of the bed to get dressed.

Right there at that moment, you couldn’t have wished for a better life. Yeah, it had its ups and downs, but that was the life of a hunter. Especially of one who was in a relationship with another. You had a family again. One that you could always count on to be there. You gained a lover and a little brother. There was nothing more that you could have possible wanted, you were finally truly happy.

“Oh, look who’s back!” Dean laughed out as you walked through the door of the dungeon. “The Winchester whore. Are you sure you haven’t been screwing Sammy while I’ve been gone? Or maybe it hasn’t been Sam, maybe some other bar drunk, huh? Who’s it been?”

You ignored him, with your head down, walking straight over to where Sam was to talk with him instead. “How much longer? I can’t take him like this anymore.”

Sam looked to the table which had all the shots laid out perfectly in a row. “We’ve got four more and then he should be fine.”

“Should?”

“Y/N, this could—this could be killing him for all we know,” Sam whispered out, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. You knew he was just as exhausted as you were about the subject. You both wanted Dean back.

“Sam, why don’t you go call Cas and see where he is, then go get a drink or something. I’ll take care of Dean for now.”

Dean laughed, not the laugh that you fell in love with, but a laugh that held no true emotion anymore. One that was unfamiliar, making both of you turn your heads his direction, “Yeah, Sammy, let little Y/N ‘take care of me.’ I’m sure we could find something to do to pass the time.”

Sam furrowed his brow and grabbed you by your elbow, leading you farther away from Dean, “Are you sure, Y/N? I don’t trust you in here alone. With him.”

You glanced towards Dean, just in time to see his eyes change to that horrible black, your heart dropping the moment he winked at you. “Y-yeah. I’m sure I’ll be fine. I-I promise.”

Sam looked at Dean, then at you, and back to the watch on his wrist. “Alright, you have another 45 minutes until the next dose. If he gives you any trouble just holler for me, okay?1”

“Okay, thank you, Sam.”

As Sam turned the knob to open the door, Dean spoke up. “Yeah, thanks, Sammy! I finally get to be alone with my girl!”

You visibly cringed when you heard him call you that, when normally butterflies would have started flitting around in your stomach. You wanted your Dean back, and quick.

“Hey. Hey, you’re my girl, right? Whatever happens, whatever that little stick says, I’ll always be here. No matter what,” Dean said, cupping your face with both of his hands, wiping away the tears that seemed to stray from your eyes. He tried to remain calm for you, no matter how nervous he really was inside, he wasn’t going to let that show.

You nodded your head. “How are you so calm about all this? We are about to find out if we are possibly going to be parents and you’re all relaxed.”

“Oh, trust me, sweetheart, in no way shape or form am I calm right now. I’m just being strong for my beautiful girlfriend. It’ll be fine, okay? Is the time up?” Dean asked, looking down at his watch. You pulled your phone out of your back pocket and checked. It was time.

You rushed into the bathroom and grabbed the two pregnancy tests off the sink. You thought you would be more excited about what the answer was but deep down you were disappointed.

“Well, are you?” Dean asked. The anticipation was eating away at him. You weren’t saying anything. You were just staring at the tests.

“I-I’m not pregnant,” you said handing them over to Dean.

Dean only took them from you and placed them on the desk next to him, “Why do you look so sad now? I thought this was what you wanted.”

“It was, but the excitement of possibly having a baby with you hit me and now all that’s gone. What-What if this means we can never have a baby? What if I’m broken?” you sobbed out, wanting to fall to the floor. But Dean was there to catch you and move you to sit on the bed.

“Listen, you’re not broken. This was a simple fluke that can literally happen to anyone. You got scared and decided to take a test, which is also normal. Baby or not, I still love you. Maybe later on when we’re seriously thinking about starting a family, we can try it out, for real,” Dean pulled your head into his chest, leaving a kiss on your forehead “But, trust me, sweetheart, you’re my strong girl, you could never be broken.”

Dean watched as you looked down at your phone to see if the 45 minutes were up. Clearly they were because you grabbed one of the syringes and walked over to him. “Look at you, Y/N, finally being a big girl.”

“Shut up,” you curtly said.

“Oh, someone’s getting sassy, I like it,” he winked up at you once more before you stuck the needle into his arm, pushing all the purified blood into his body before yanking it out.

You heard him making those noises, like he was in pain but he wasn’t going to let it out. The vein in his neck stuck out, which told you that was exactly what he was doing. Dean never liked to show how much pain he was in around you, so you wouldn’t be too scared or worry about him too much. Maybe this was the same thing? Maybe this was your Dean showing through.

Right as you set down the syringe and grabbed your phone to sit down and play a game, Dean spoke up. His face wasn’t as red as it just was a second ago, but you could tell he was still hurting.

“You notice I tried to get as far away from you as possible? Away from your whining, your complaining. I chose the King of Hell over you! Maybe I was just … tired of babysitting you.”

“Where in our relationship did you ever feel like you were babysitting me? Cause there were a few times where it felt like I was doing the same for you,” at this point, you had harshly set your phone back down and you were mad. If he was going to be an ass to you, you couldn’t let him see it tear you apart so you’d just have to be an ass back. Keep your strong façade going as long as possible.

“You really want me to bring out that list, sweetheart? It’s kind of a long one and I honestly don’t think we have the time to go through it all,” Dean cockily said, giving you that smirk of his.

You brought your hand up to run through your hair, closed your eyes, and let out a deep sigh, “Why am I even responding to you? This isn’t my boyfriend talking.”

“You never had a boyfriend!” Dean yelled. “Just an excuse for you to escape from your miserable life. But guess what? I quit.”

You tried your hardest now to keep the tears at bay, you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of seeing you break. “No, you don’t. You don’t get to quit this relationship. No, this family is all we have ever had!”

“Well, then, we got nothin’.”

You scoffed and turned on your heels, heading for the door. You had to get out of there. Every word he said to you felt like he was pushing a dagger further into your already-broken heart, “Whatever, Dean.”

“Happy Anniversary, baby,” Dean said as you walked into the bunker from just having gone on a supply run.

You looked around the bunker to find rose petals everywhere, even leading down the stairs over to where Dean was. He was standing in a circle of them. “Dean? What is all this?” you giggled, honestly surprised that Dean Winchester would have done something like this.

“What? Can I not celebrate our one-and-a-half-year anniversary in a romantic way? Is this not what you want?” Dean actually looked hurt, sort of like he did something wrong by you, or did something completely stupid.

You walked down the stairs and joined him in the circle of rose petals, wrapping your arms around his neck while his went to your waist. “Of course, babe,” you pecked him on the nose. “This is perfect, I love it. What else do you have planned for us?”

“Well, I made Sammy go get a hotel in town so that you and I could have the bunker all to ourselves tonight. But I made us dinner along with there being candlelight on the table, the whole works. Then we could both cuddle up and watch a movie, or we could go to bed and have even more fun.”

“I say we watch a movie and cuddle.” you giggled when you saw Dean’s face drop a little, “Babe, I’m kidding, we can do whatever you had planned for the night,” you made your hands slip down to where his belt loops were and tugged them towards you. Still looking him in the eyes as your lips got closer to his. “As long as I’m next to you this night will be perfect,” you said, barely ghosting over his lips before you pulled away and headed towards the dining room. “So, what’s for dinner?”

You heard where Dean let out a shaky breath, making you turn around to see him slide a hand in his hair and down to his mouth. “We can forget dinner and have that later, because that drove me insane and I need you now,” his voice was now more of a growl and that turned you on even more.

“But, babe, I’m hungry!” you whined out jokingly, pouting as you said it.

“Yeah well so am I!” he ran after you and grabbed you up, your legs wrapping around his waist. His lips met yours and you knew that tonight was going to be an anniversary to remember. Dean sloppily made it to your shared bedroom and gently laid you down on the bed.

Your heart was already racing and the only thing he had gotten off you so far was your shirt. His calloused hands were traveling up your sides and back down to your thighs. Everywhere he touched you there was a trail of sparks making goosebumps rise on your skin. Clothes were being taken off at a slower pace than normal. “Tonight’s about us and how much I love and adore you,” he whispered against your skin.

If you could’ve fallen anymore in love with this man, then that would have to be tonight. You have given him your body and soul. There was no doubt in your mind that the two of you were meant to be together. You felt it in the way he talked to you, or about you. And you felt it in the way he touched and loved you.

The next thing you knew, both of your clothes were in piles on the ground. He kissed you deeply as he sunk into you, filling you up. He rocked his hips forward slowly, setting a nice, gentle pace, one that either of you weren’t quite used to. His forehead laid against your own as your deep breaths intermingled with each other’s. That night, Dean worshiped your body, touched you in all the right places at the right times, and treated you as if you were the only thing that he needed to stay alive. He knew your body like the back of his hand, he knew what made you make a certain sound when he wanted it, and he knew what turned you into absolute putty in his hands. Throughout the night, he let you reach your climax before he did, and you’d never get enough of hearing him muffle your name when he did. Dinner had been completely forgotten about and that was the least of your worries for the time being.

Walking into the kitchen, you were immediately taken into Sam’s arms. He pushed you against the wall and put a hand over your mouth so you wouldn’t scream. Holding a single finger to his lips to indicate when he took his hand off your mouth to be quiet.

“What the hell, Sam?” you whispered.

“Dean, got out. He’s walking the halls.”

Your eyes got wide and panic filled your whole being. “How did he get out?”

“I’m not really sure, so stay quiet and don’t be seen. I’m going to lock the bunker down,” Sam nodded at you before he left you alone in the kitchen. Your hands flew to the waistband of your jeans. What you wanted to be there however, wasn’t. Your gun. It was still in your bedroom on your bedside table. Hopefully, you could get there without being seen by Dean. You had no idea where he was, that is until you heard his voice booming throughout the bunker, giving you an idea of where he might be.

“Come on, guys! Don’t you want to hang out together? Spend a little quality time.”

Looking out the door and seeing no sign of Dean, you made a mad dash for the next hallway, stopping when you reached the corner. Right as you peered your head around the corner, the lights went out and the red emergency lights and siren came on, followed by Dean’s voice. “Smart, Sam! Locking the place down. Doors won’t open. I get it. But here’s the thing. I don’t want to leave! Not ‘til I find you! Or better, find Y/N.”

You heart was beating profusely. It was clear that both you and Sam had giant targets on your backs, and Dean wouldn’t be satisfied until he had one of you dead.

“You’re both just making this worse for yourselves! Oh, by the way, you can, uh…blame each other for me getting loose. All that blood you pumped into me to make me human, well, the less demon I was, the less the cuffs worked. And that Devil’s Trap? Well, I just walked right across it. It’s smart, but still.”

You could hear that someone was in the war room and you took your chance on it being Dean and ran for the bedroom. Once there you noticed that the door had been kicked in. Dean must’ve been in here looking for you. Looking down the hallway both ways one last time, you jolted over to the bedside table and looked around for your gun. It wasn’t there. The next place would have to be underneath the pillows. You silently prayed as you threw the pillows off. A giant sigh escaped your lips when you found it lying there. Of course you had no real intention of using this against Dean, but you needed to defend yourself somehow. You stayed silent in your room for a while until you heard shouting and something that sounded like a door being broken. That’s when you made your way out.

“Come on, Sammy. Y/N! Let’s have a beer, talk about it. I’m tired of playing. Let’s finish this game!”

Stopping at one corner of a different hallway you took a deep breath, hoping that when you looked around the corner you weren’t going to come face to face with Dean. Luckily, you didn’t. Yet the moment you let your guard down, you felt this weight push you into the wall from behind. You knew it was him. He then grabbed your wrist, which was the one that held on to the gun, and gave it a quick twist, bringing your whole arm to rest against your back. Pain shot through your body the instant he slammed your arm to your back, making your head push further against the wall. You heard the gun hit the floor and then his breath tickled your ear.

“Hiya, sweetheart. Miss me?”

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me: ...as a joke

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Originally posted by cordytriestowrite

Originally posted by louvism-deactivated20210713

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3 years. You and Tom had been together for three years and he knows you’re the one. Everyone knows it too, you two were a match made in heaven and he bought the ring to prove it.

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